62. INT. FRANKIE’S HOUSE – BEDROOM – NIGHT
It is totally dark, FRANKIE is trying to get undressed. Suddenly the room lights come on and we see KAY, in a nightgown, is awake and waiting up for him.
FRANKIE
I thought you were sleeping.
KAY
Why bother? I don’t need the night for sleep. I’ve got all kinds of time on my hands. Morning time, night time, noon time I’m alone. Just me and Sam, my shadow,
FRANKIE
Please, Kay, not tonight. You can’t believe the day I’ve had.
KAY
Oh, you should put that speech on tape. It’s gotten to be a fire-proof, gold-plated, diamond-encrusted excuse for never talking to me.
FRANKIE
And we’re gonna to fight again.
KAY
Machiavelli would have loved your technique. In no time at all I’ve been typecast as the nagging, shrewish haus frau.
FRANKIE
Kay, you’re getting more, more I don’t know what every day.
KAY
If you’re groping for a verb to explain my condition, try “frustrated,” huh?
Frankie goes into the bathroom.
KAY (CONT’D)
What is happening to us, Frankie?
FRANKIE (O.S.)
Nothing is happening to us.
Frankie returns in his pajamas.
FRANKIE (CONT’D)
It’s that things are going badly. I talked to Kappy today. The bottom’s dropping out of everything.
Frankie gets into bed and Kay lies down beside him. She attempts to give him a tender kiss, but he pushes her away.
FRANKIE (CONT’D)
Don’t!
He gets out of bed and walks toward the door.
KAY
You know how to strip the slaughtered animal clean, don’t you? Well, there isn’t much left when you say “No, thank you, maybe some other time when I can stomach you!”
Frankie leaves as Kay buries her head in the pillow, crying.