Burn – Part 4

INT. FIONA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT.

INSPECTOR TENNENT Can’t sleep. He stands by the window staring out into the darkness at the street below, at two drunks squaring up to each other.

He’s mid forties clean shaven and athletic, stripped to the waist showing the scar of some long passed encounter with a street kids blade – It itches but the drunken play taking place on the street below bothers him more than his scar tonight.

Behind him lying face down on the bed FIONA lies back exposed. Her sticky hair clinging to a happy smile.

TENNENT
Did I wake you?
FIONA
Come back to bed.
TENNENT
Go to sleep. My love.

FIONA smiles.

FIONA
You’ll catch a cold over there. Come back to me.

TENNENT continues to stare out of the window.

TENNENT
I dreamt of my mother again.
FIONA
Your mother?
TENNENT
Yes. Strange. Isn’t it? Haven’t thought about her for years.
FIONA
Come on don’t get maudlin on me.
TENNENT
I’m sorry.

He sits beside her on the bed and brushes the hair out of her eyes and pulls the covers back over her – which she resists.

FIONA
Don’t. I’m too hot.

He blows on her back.

TENNENT
Do you want something to drink?
FIONA
No just come back to bed.

He stares at her like he wants to burn an image of her into his memory – the look of someone going away.

FIONA closes her eyes. She knows that look.

The phone vibrates and TENNENT picks it up.

TENNENT
Yeah… Give me a minute.

FIONA pulls up the sheets and hides in their folds.

TENNENT (CONT’D)
I gotta…
FIONA
…I know.

This is a well worn pattern. Both aware of how much each hates it but both accepting their roles.

TENNENT lifts his shirt from the chair and slips it on again taking in FIONA’s beauty in the orange sodium glare of the street lamps below.

After grabbing his jacket and tie he bends down and steals a kiss from FIONA.

At the apartment’s door he stops.

TENNENT
Hey…
FIONA
Be careful.
TENNENT
Yeah.

He then slips a folded bunch of notes and drops them into glass ashtray by the door and leaves.

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