INT. GABI’S ROOM - NIGHT Gabi enters. Charlie follows. CHARLIE You live here. Right. I thought this was Victor’s place. GABI My father wanted me home after Nigel left. I was happy to do it. Charlie looks around. Lots of books. An old LP record player and lots of vinyl. He notes the CUBS BEER HELMET. Gabi sits on a LOVESEAT. She pours herself a shot and downs it. She pulls a pained face. She pours Charlie one. GABI (cont’d) (CONT’D) Welcome to Bucharest, Charlie. He drinks. Oh no. He convulses and coughs, and wipes his watering eyes. It’s good. CHARLIE GABI Shut up and drink, Charlie. She pours two more. She drinks and suffers it. He drinks his, and he suffers too. CHARLIE You’re nervous? That’s why we’re drinking this horrible shit? She fills the glasses again. She slams hers. GABI Drink. (he does) You think I danced for Darko, Charlie? Or maybe that I fucked for him? You wonder if I was a whore and maybe this idea scares you, but maybe you also like it a little bit too? Is that right? CHARLIE No. No. Forget I said anything. It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. 2. GABI I was a bartender, Charlie. My job was to give drinks to pigs like you. Okay? CHARLIE Gabi, I don’t care what you It doesn’t matter to me. It have last week or yesterday an hour ago, but none of it now. All that matters to me this. Us. I swear. did. might or even matters is She stares at him for a while. Then something happens. Her face seems to soften and flush. Like a veil has fallen away. She lowers herself onto him. GABI This face now, Charlie, you think you love me? Yes. CHARLIE GABI You think things like this happen to people? CHARLIE To some people. GABI What people? CHARLIE You know what people. GABI Us, Charlie? CHARLIE Yes, Gabi. Us. GABI Okay, Charlie. Us. She pulls him into her chest. He breathes her in. He exhales. Something like relief. Like coming home. She holds his face to hers. GABI (cont’d) (CONT’D) I will remember all of the things you have said to me, Charlie. Every word has gone into my heart. 3. She kisses him. Softly at first, and then harder, and then it’s on -- she yanks away his clothes, he pulls off what’s left of hers. And they fuck. Er, make love. No, it’s definitely fucking. Wait. Now they’re making love. Okay, that right there? Fucking. Jesus. They’re doing both. Is that even possible? Of course it is.