RACHEL AND RYAN'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON
RYAN is in the living room of their apartment, angrily pounding on the bedroom door. RACHEL is inside, lying on the bed, sobbing. RYAN: Rachel, open the door. RACHEL: No. RYAN: Open the fucking door. RACHEL: I can't! RYAN paces up and down a bit, becoming more and more agitated. RACHEL: I'm sorry, Ryan. I'm ... just really sorry. RYAN: Sorry for what? RACHEL is crying. RYAN: Where have you been for three days? RACHEL: At Mum's. RYAN: Bullshit! I rang your mother and she said you weren't there. RACHEL: Because that's what I told her to say. I couldn't face you. RYAN: (can't cope) I don't believe you were there, Rach. RACHEL: Well, you can believe what you want. I can't talk to you right now. RYAN: Don't do this. Don't fucking do this. RACHEL: Can you maybe stay with Steve tonight? I have to be on my own. RYAN: I am not staying at Steve's or anywhere else tonight. I'm going to come in there and sleep in my own bed, with my own girlfriend - although she has suddenly decided she can't bear to be near me. RACHEL: Ryan, please. I can't cope with this. END OF FIRST PAGE |