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Die: “That is perfect. You really are getting the hang of her now!”
Die walks out of the bedroom and Emma follows.
Emma: “I mean it Die, pack it in! I’m nothing like her. She’s horrible!”
Fade to black Kylie Minogue sings
“I just can’t get you out of my head
Boy, its more than I dare to think about”
Fade from black to a large modern kitchen with a central island where Die is preparing the Waldorf salad and Emma is standing watching him.
Emma: “I’m not sure why but I didn’t expect you to be able to cook.”
Die: “Because I’m a man? A little sexist don’t you think?”
Emma: “No, not because you are a man but because you are a spy; don’t you go to high class restaurants eating beluga caviar and drinking vodka martinis all the time?”
Die: “Ok, come on; get all the Bond jokes out now so we can move on.”
Emma: “Actually I have never seen a Bond film.”
Die: “Never?”
Emma: “I remember when I was about seven I saw a little of one on TV. It was in space… with laser guns? I thought it was far too silly, so I never bothered again.”
Die: “That’s Moonraker…
Die stops chopping the celery and squints at Emma in confusion.
Die: “Have we had this conversation before?”
Emma: “No…, why would you think that?”
Die: “Sorry, I’m having really bad déjà vu.”
Emma: “Really? I’ve never had that.”
Die shakes his head and goes back to chopping.
Die: “Sorry I must be thinking of a conversation I had with Charlotte.”
Emma: “Charlotte? Is she your wife?”
Die –snorts a laugh-: “Hardly! Charlotte is Lovett’s first name.”
Emma throws her arms in the air in annoyance.
Emma: “Oh come on, no way! You have to be joking me!”
Die: “What’s wrong with Charlotte?”
Emma: “Charlotte is my middle name!” “Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson”
Die: “Really?”
Emma: “Yes really! Why would I make that up?”
Die: “I didn’t know that.”
Emma: “That bloody woman! What’s her middle name?”
Die: “I don’t know…”
Emma: “Don’t lie, you work for British intelligent and you work with her; knowing you, you looked her up as soon as you met her, before probably.”
Die puts down the knife and looks Emma in the eyes
Die: “I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
Emma: “Oh god what?”
Die: “You are really not going to like it.”
Emma: “No. No. No, no, no, it can’t be! Oh bloody hell. It is, isn’t it?!”
Die: “Yep. It is.”
Emma looks furious and dismayed, she closes her eyes and grits her teeth and then she lifts her head to look at the ceiling
Emma: “Fuck me!”
Die: “Before or after lunch?”
Emma brings her head back down in a flash with a look of ferocity on her face as Die and her lock eyes, and then she bursts out laughing.
Emma: “You’re an idiot.”
Die: “I’m hearing that a lot lately.”
Emma: “Lovett?”
Die: “Oh yes.”
Emma: “She and I might agree on something at last.”
Emma takes a few steps towards him and stands next to him and nudges his shoulder with her shoulder.
Emma: “I know you like her. I’m sorry.”
Die: “It’s ok, I understand. Lovett is just… misunderstood… mostly by herself I think.”
Emma: “I know that feeling.”
There is a silence between them for a short while and Emma sighs
Emma: “How about we have some wine with lunch?”
Die: “That, Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson, sounds like a good plan to me.”
Emma moves over to a wine fridge on the over side of the kitchen and opens the glass door. She bends to look at the wine bottles and then she stands up again.
Emma: “It just had to be bloody ‘Hermione’ didn’t it!”
She grabs two bottles of wine and slams the fridge door shut with her hip.
Cut to black.