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The Feast of St. Lucy

The Feast of St. Lucy


GINA: Uhh… GINA: Who is “Karine”? DAVID: Why are you on my phone? GINA: Oh. GINA: My god. GINA: David. GINA: The mechanic?! GINA: How COULD you?! DAVID: Gina, stop. DAVID: You don’t understand. GINA: I don’t understand?! GINA: David, we have a CHILD now. GINA: We’re a FAMILY. DAVID: Don’t blow this out of proportion. GINA: Don’t – you think I’M blowing this out of proportion? GINA: David, you- DAVID: Why do you have to make a big deal out of everything?
GINA: David! GINA: You can’t just go FUCKING around like some teenager! GINA: You have responsibilities! DAVID: I AM responsible. DAVID: I do SO much for this family. DAVID: I wish someone would show some APPRECIATION once in a while! [baby begins crying] GINA: And NOW look what you’ve done. GINA: Come here, darling. [footsteps] [door creak] [distant engine accelerating] [sigh] [horrible slushy crunching] KARINE: You mother FUCKER. [slam] DAVID: Karine, you REALLY shouldn’t be here. KARINE: You fucking LIED to me! DAVID: No, I just didn’t tell you the wh- [slap] KARINE: You don’t fuck around with FAMILY, David! DAVID: Karine, settle down. DAVID: Let’s just talk a- DAVID: Huorgh! KARINE: I’m NOBODY’S slut. KARINE: and I won’t help ANYONE cheat. [door shut] KARINE: Oh fuck. KARINE: Hi! I’m… KARINE: I’m Karine… KARINE: I, uh… KARINE: I got this for you to… KARINE: um… KARINE: … to apologize… KARINE …for… KARINE: …for everything. GINA: [long inhale] GINA: [sigh] GINA: It’s nice to meet you, Karine.

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