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Mortimer (thoughtfully): - I wonder how it happened… that I'm here now. With you. (looking into his glass) - Everything seems like some kind of… dream.

Dina (leaning closer, her voice velvety): - It's not a dream, Mortimer. (smiles) - You're just starting to wake up again.

He looks up at her. Dina slides her finger along the stem of the glass, then along his wrist, unobtrusively.

Dina: - I know you're longing. I'm not Bella. (short pause, eye to eye) - But I don't need to be her to want you.

Mortimer seems to lose his voice. He shifts his gaze from her eyes to her lips.

They go out onto the terrace to breathe in the warm autumn air.

Mortimer (whispers): - You're too young… and too dangerous…

Dina (leaning even closer): - And you're too alive to keep dying every day. (barely audible) - I can see it in you. You want to feel again.

She touches his hand. Slowly. He doesn't pull away. Their faces are now very close.

Dina (softly): - Just… close your eyes. (whispering) - And let yourself forget. Just for a second.

Mortimer hesitates, then gives in. Their lips meet — first cautiously, then with growing passion. Emotions are evident in the kiss: guilt, desire, pain, comfort. Dina pulls away slightly, but does not break eye contact.

Dina (whispers): - See? It's still possible. (playfully) - And this is just the beginning, Mortimer.

Nina (hopefully, trying to hold his gaze): Don… We need to talk.

Don (pulls away from the phone, eyes indifferent): Nina. What do you want?

Nina (trying to smile): You know I'm not just for a night out. I want… more.

Don (smirks, leans back in his chair): The only time I need you is when I want to forget…when I want to call it a night. (pauses, then abruptly) And when I want real passion, I'm drawn to Dina.

Nina (clenched fists, voice shaking): Are you using her like you're using me?

Don (coldly): Dina is something else. Everything with her is on the edge. She makes you want to play with her, she makes you want to burn, she makes you want to… lose control.

Nina (looking away, resentfully): And me? I'm just a… tool for you.

Don (sternly): You're a convenience. And that's already worth a lot.

Nina (without turning her head): You smell like him.

Dina (straining): Good morning, sis.

Nina (setting down the cup, turning around): He smells like deodorant and cheap shower gel. Even through your Chanel. You've been to Don's.

Dina (sits down, crossing her legs): You make it sound like it's a crime.

Nina (through gritted teeth): It's not a crime. It's… predictable. (pause) Do you like him?

Dina (grinning): It's comfortable for me.

Nina (tensing up): And me?

Dina (slowly, coldly): You're a big girl. You decide for yourself who to love. But don't get in the way when I decide who to use.

Pause. Nina comes closer, her voice shaking with restrained anger.

Nina: You knew I had a thing for him. You always knew. We shared everything. And suddenly you decided you could take… even this?

Dina (standing up, a little condescendingly): I'm not taking, Nina. I'm getting closer. Toward the goal. Don is not the end. He's just a transition.

She walks around her sister, opens the refrigerator, takes a grape, eats the berry right off the brush.

Dina (lazily): But you know what's funny? He was calling your name when I was already lying next to him.

Nina freezes. Her lips tremble. The camera zooms in on her eyes - there is pain, anger, tears in them. But she does not let them fall.

Nina (quietly, almost whispering): You've always lied. Even to yourself.

Dina (turning around): And you've always believed. Even when you didn't have to.

Nina (whispering, almost tears): You don't just play. You're ruining it.

Dina (coldly, smiling): I create opportunities. And you, you stay in the shadows.

The lamp emits a soft amber light. The sheets are crumpled, glasses of champagne are on the spa. Dina has just woken up. Don lies half-covered by the blanket, watching her.

Don (lazily): Do you like looking at other people's houses?

Dina (without turning round): I like to think what it would be like to live in a house with no plan. Just feelings. Mistakes. (pause) But then I remember: feelings don't pay the my bills.

Don (with a chuckle): You talk like you want to marry Mortimer, but you're sleeping at my place. You say he asked you to dinner?

Dina (stretching lazily): Dinner, a walk, wine, talking about eternal things… (grinning) All that's left is to pick the colour of the tablecloth for the wedding table.

Don: You walk too fast.

Dina (sitting down, looking at him straight on): You're too slow. If you want half, you stay close to Cassandra. I'm doing what needs to be done. Everyone has a role to play.

Don (squinting): And you want it all?

Dina (sits in the spa): I want what I'm supposed to have. After all I've put up with… these pathetic dates, their funeral for love… (whispering, moving closer to him)

Don: What about me?

Cassandra takes off her headphones, freezes, seeing her.

Cassandra (discreetly): Miss Caliente…? What are you doing here?

Dina (smiling, a little awkwardly): Oh, Cassandra! I just… brought your father a pie. Homemade. Pumpkin pie.

Cassandra (coldly): That's odd. We didn't order pie. And you don't seem to be the type to bake just for fun.

Dina (laughing quietly): Sometimes I want to be useful, too. Especially when people around me are having a hard time.

Cassandra (harder): My mum's having a hard time right now, too. Wherever she is.

Pause. Dina doesn't answer. Just looks at her sadly. Silence.

Cassandra (in a slightly trembling voice): You're not trying to replace her… are you?

Dina (quietly, almost in a whisper): No one can replace Bella. (pause) I just… don't want him to be alone.

There's jazz playing in the corner. Mortimer sits at the bar, drinking whiskey, deep in thought. Dina Caliente walks in, notices him, doesn't immediately recognise him.

Dina (gently, a little surprised): Mr Goth?

Mortimer (turns round, smiles tiredly): Miss Caliente. What an unexpected meeting.

Dina (sits down next to me, makes a sign to the bartender): You look… not your usual self. (pause) Rough day?

Mortimer (sighing): Tough weeks. Months. (silence) Bella… still no news.

Dina (earnestly): I'm sorry. She's a bright woman. I've always envied her presence.

The bartender places a glass in front of Dina. She takes a sip, watching Mortimer.

Mortimer (weak smile): I envy anyone who can talk about her in the present tense.

Dina (softly): I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

Mortimer: It's okay. It's just… weird sitting like this. In a bar. Alone. (pause)

Almost forgot how to talk to people.

Dina (smiling, leaning in slightly): Let's start with an easy one. What do you usually order when you want to forget yourself?

Mortimer (looking at the glass): Something that's a little less bitter than the memories.

They laugh. For the first time, genuinely.

Dina (after a pause): If you want company. I'm good at sitting next to you and keeping quiet. Sometimes it's better than words.

Cassandra (in a panic): - Dad… Mum didn't come home. I rang - her phone's switched off.

Mortimer (coming to the door, confused): - Maybe she… just went out for some air.

Alexander (from behind the door): I saw… there was a light at night. Above the house. It was green.

Everyone freezes. Silence. Anxiety sets in.

Bella (nervously): - I shouldn't have come. It's not right.

Don (softly): - It's not right to live as a ghost in your own life. I mean, you're alive, Bella. I can see that.

Bella (whispering): - What if he finds out…?

Don (leaning closer): - Then I'll say you smiled for the first time in a long time. And it was worth everything.

Bella (from the back): - You've come late again.

Mortimer (tiredly): - We had a council. I stayed late at the lab. It's important.

Bella (turning round): - And I, then - not important?

Mortimer (staring silently, not answering immediately) - Bella, not today. I'm tired.

Bella (coldly): - You are tired. I am - fading away. Day by day. You don't even notice it.

Mortimer (tensely): - I do notice. I just. don't know how to help you.

Bella (bitterly): - Help? I'm not a patient, Mortimer. I'm your wife. Or was. Though frankly, I haven't felt like one in a long time.

He walks to the bedroom. She backs away and follows him.

Mortimer: - You've changed.

Bella: - I live with the shadows. In a house where every step is like a museum. Where the children grow up in silence and my husband hides behind papers. (quieter) - I don't want to die in this glass coffin.

Mortimer (resentfully): - So you find everything so unbearable here?

Bella (defiantly): - Unbearable is pretending we're doing fine. (pause) - I don't know what we've become. But we're definitely not a couple. And not a family.

Bella (quietly): - I want to get away. At least for a while. To breathe. To remember who I am.

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Don notices Bella, walks up to the bar.

Don (with a charming smile): - Don't tell me such perfection came here alone

Bella (surprised but reserved): - Perhaps perfection just came to take a break from talking.

Don (leaning closer): - Then allow me to break the silence... if only for one cocktail.

Bella (with a slight smile): - One - and only if you say nothing more about my looks.

Don (cheerfully): - Then let's talk about your voice. It sounds like a song you want to listen to over and over again.

Bella: - You didn't even notice what date it is today. Mortimer: - Wednesday...? Is something wrong? Bella: - Anniversary. Twelve years. We were at Sunset Valley, remember?

Mortimer: - I'm sorry, Bella. I got completely lost in my work...