INT. LIVING ROOM
JASON sits on a couch. KAYLA stands facing Jason. There is
a rather long moment of silence. When Kayla starts talking,
Jason attempts, weakly, to get a word in.
Is there something I didn’t do? Is
my hair not right? Do I need to
lose weight? Work out? Do I suck
in bed, Jason? Is that it? I
don’t satisfy you?
No. No. You are great.
Is she great too?
Jason does not respond.
Is that what you tell her?
It was a mistake.
Mistake. How long again did this
mistake go on? Six months. And
how many fucking times did we make
a mistake during those six months?
Does she know that? Have you told
her that IT is over, or did you
just make that decision now because
I caught you?
You get started in something, you
know you shouldn’t start, but you
do it, thinking that you’ll stop
tomorrow. But you keep…putting
it off. You know about that, don’t
Oh, you are making an analogy now?
Is that what you are doing.
Trying to compare my drinking with
you fucking another woman?
Yeah. That’s what I’m doing.
Is that what this is about? My
drinking? That is bullshit. I am
not a drunk, Jason. I am not
dysfunctional. I have a job. I
make more money than you. I am
responsible. I (rising volume)
You fuck a bottle, I fucked a
woman. We both have a problem. We
can move on and fix it.
No. No. You are not going to make
this about that. My drinking is
not a violation of our
relationship. This is about trust,
Yes, Kayla. Trust. Like when you
said you’d give up drinking.
What’s her name?
That’s not important.
Do I know her?
No. Not really.
What you mean, not really? I
either know her or I don’t.
Jennifer. My Jennifer, my
secretary? You are fucking my
It’s too complicated to explain how
My secretary is fucking my husband.
Holy fucking shit.
Please don’t take it out on her.
This is all my fault.
I just can’t…she knows every
personal detail about me.
Secretaries do that. And now she
knows you…every detail about you.
How you look with your clothes off,
how you lie in bed, how you make
love. Have you cooked for her?
Jason does not answer.
You’ve made her dinner, haven’t
you. You and Jennifer like a
Trust me, it is nothing like
Oh, no, of course, it’s better.
Isn’t it? You don’t have all the
messy stuff like living with
someone day to day.
And none of the mood swings. None
of the passing out on the floor
from drinking a magnum of white
wine. Or falling asleep drunk at
the Thanksgiving table with my
I am a person, Jason, a fully
formed human being with all the
problems that come with being that.
And you promised…you made a vow
to live with all my shit, through
sickness and health. You made a
Jason does not say anything. Kayla is doing all she can to
not cry. A moment of awkwardness, and then Kayla leaves. We
are left with Jason on the couch.