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INT. BEN’S LIVING ROOM - DAY.

Sun slowly sets down, shades are dancing on the walls and at
Marie’s face. She wears a long, turtle neck white dress and
holds the beige cashmere coat and the elegant purse with the
embroidered stars. Her hair are straight, on the left side of
her neck.

She bites her lips and says...

MARIE
Stop with that question.

We can’t see him, but we hear the soft voice of...

BEN
What’s your problem, loveliness?

Marie pulls her hair on the other side...

MARIE
Let me go.

BEN
(firmly)
Answer the question.

And frowns her forehead...

MARIE
You won’t like the answer.

BEN
I demand the answer.

Looks up...and...

MARIE
(sights)
…I liked them all… I still like
them. All of them.

She takes a few steps to sit on the edge of the coffee table,
next to the vase with sunflowers.

BEN
It’s impossible.

He sits on the sofa in front of her and holds an empty glass.

MARIE
It is. For you, baby. My mind runs
the marathon from 9 till 4.
(MORE)
 2.

MARIE (CONT'D)
I wake up and I fall asleep as
someone else. And every morning,
every afternoon, every evening and
night I decide in which psychical
state I will stay in…for an hour,
for a day, sometimes for a week.

She picks up the pen from the table and plays with it...

MARIE (CONT'D)
You crawl, fight, sit….I run, wade,
take shapes, transform…

BEN’S WATERY EYES

MARIE (CONT'D)
It’s always you, and rarely me. The
person you love doesn’t exist now,
Ben…Maybe you shouldn’t gave me
that freedom, maybe you should kept
me home, so I could freeze and
stay…Maybe we could love each
other, forever. Because I still
love you, very much….

She pauses and gazes out of the window...

MARIE (CONT'D)
But you knew me, you knew that
eventually, I will get bored… bored
of you…your morning, sweet breath,
salty baths, the glass you’re
leaving on the kitchen island every
morning, the song you’re mumbling
few times per day, the look you’re
giving me whenever I take a sip of
wine. I would hate you, and you
would hate me back, you just don’t
know about it yet.

As she pauses, Ben stands up, comes to the window, opens it,
takes out his head. Then, after a long moment, he walks back
to her, sits on the sofa and speak…slowly and calm...

BEN
I could never hate you…and I’m
sorry.

She drops the pen and takes his hands in hers...

 3.

MARIE
(weeping)
Don’t be. Don’t be sorry, Ben.

He kisses her hands...

BEN
I’m sorry that you’re so bored, so
disappointed, so disgust with
yourself. You always say that you
don’t like the ordinary, that you
want the magic. That’s bullshit.
You have no idea what you want,
because you don’t want to admit
that something’s wrong with
you….something’s terribly wrong.
You got hurt, you’re broken, and
now you want to punish me…not for
the epsom salt or the glass, but
for your mistakes, for your wounds,
for your loss. I won’t give you
that pleasure. Leave, and don’t
reach out to me…One morning,
afternoon, evening or the night
you’re going to look back at the
life you had here. Imperfect, so
are we...But I won’t be here
anymore.

He takes the pen from the table, walks to the kitchen, turns
back to her to say…

BEN (CONT'D)
I will transform…quoting „you”.