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BETTE AND TINA ON FUCKING TERMS
Zoom in on kitchen. There’s a large kitchen isle. Italian marble. Pots and pans bounce from the isle with every thrust. They are fucking.
Tina: moans.
Bette: smirks.
Tina: Harder. I have to tell you something.
Bette: We don’t speak. We fuck. You like it don’t you?
Tina: God yes, you’re the best. So you will understand.
Zoom in. Bette’s muscled back. Thrusting harder.
Tina panting: I can’t make it to our wedding anniversary. I forgot. But you are so damn important to me.
Bette: What?
Tina: Don’t stop. I love you.
Bette stops. She’s angry. Throws a plate against the wall. It scatters.
Bette: You’re so incapable. You couldn’t even give me a child. I’m filing for a divorce.
Claudia leafed through her notes and cleared her throat. ’Well perhaps, I could re-schedule one location. You could drive back, Thursday afternoon. You could be home by 11PM. Spend uhm.. I don’t know.’ By now the tips of her ears were bright red. ’And then start around 4AM.’
I stared at her mortified.
’Wait, I could call Christian Morel Flowers. Or even better.’ Suddenly her eyes shone. ’You could take her with you to Bordeaux. I’m sure I can find a romantic hotel, search for a nice restaurant. It can be like a surprise.’ She was trying more than me.
’Mrs. Porter, doesn’t like these kind of surprises.’ I rolled my eyes at myself. I even started to sound like Claudia.
’Oh, I’m sorry. I believe I got a bit carried away.’ She lowered her head. ’So what do you want to do?’ Exasperation clouded her blue eyes.
3.3 Tina
On a crisp winter morning, the bustling energy of Raspail Boulevard in Paris was met with a new kind of excitement—an unmistakable hum of activity that signaled the construction of a movie set. A wintery sun cast a soft light upon the elegant architecture, a dedicated crew was doing their meticulous work, transforming the iconic boulevard into a stage ready to host the magic of cinema. A convoy of trucks had arrived, carrying an assortment of equipment, from lighting rigs to camera gear, each piece an essential component in crafting the visual spectacle to come. ’We already have IMAX cameras, and now you’re requesting custom lenses. I can’t accommodate that; I’ve reached the limit of what I can cut from the budget.’ I said to Kate, from my vantage point, in a restaurant overviewing the set.
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Good thing that Tina finally voiced what she needed: Bette at home in their appartement. Tina off of work for a while should give them some time to talk. If Bette gets some free time as well – without being fired.
Thanks for posting!
Beautiful written rewrite, the details of everything, the insights of what Tina is thinking and feeling and she finally voiced what she needed, and that was for Bette to come home.
Truly devastating if you loose your child and even more devastating if you close of your pain, trying desperately to move on. Plagued by nightmares of that night you loose your daughter. Feeling guilty because you were not able to give your wife the daughter you so wanted. Both of them feel guilty, they need to talk about it, share there feelings, their grieve instead of trying to hide it.
Bette coming home is a good start.
Look forward to read the next chapter!