B Bianca
[Noticing mother is fixated at window]
What are you watching?! Snoggies?!
Hikers! Stay there! They must be doing the Catamount Trail!
Are you kidding me?! To Quebec! They don't have food!
Joe, it's not 1985! What's wrong with you?!
Joe, don't bring them in here!
[The hiker couple is seated in Joe and Leda's kitchen with Martha bringing coffee to them]
You guys, uh, look like you've been going a while.
MH Male Hiker
Yes. Since April. Amazing.
FH Female Hiker
Grazie. (Thanks)
Can I ask, how old are you?
[Chuckles]
Oh, my God. Life is so different without kids.
MH Male Hiker
I have kids. I have three kids. Twelve, nine and seven. They are in London with their mother.
So you ran away together?
MH Male Hiker
I guess we did.
FH Female Hiker
Yes, we did. Hmm. We are obliged to do so many stupid things. From childhood, even.
FH Female Hiker
Yes. What happened to us is the only thing that's happened to me since I was born that makes sense.
YL Young Leda and Female Hiker
[Singing in Italian]
E prima di uscire (and before going out) da questa santa porta (from this holy door) proviama un'altra volta (try it another time) su e giu per il (up and down the...) [Leda sustains note] cammin...! (...path) [Female hiker chuckles and clinks glass with Young Leda with Young Joe clapping]
FH Female Hiker
Brava, brava! (good, good) [Young Leda reaches over to hug the female hiker hug and kisses her] Your Italian is so beautiful!
FH Female Hiker
So feminine!
Leda's the most extraordinary scholar of modern Italian literature.
Jesus, Joe. I studied translation, yeah. And comparative literature.
FH Female Hiker
What are you working on?
Uh... I'm barely working.
Uh, she's working on a Yeats translation
MH Male Hiker
In Italian? That's... that is like [gestures using Bianca's hands] chocolate on chocolate!
B Bianca
[Clandestinely]
Il gelo dell'ala sorta cade lungo il mio corpo
FH Female Hiker
Wow. [Bianca plays with female hiker's hair] Wow.
MH Male Hiker
What is that?
It's Auden. "Chill of the crooked wing falls down along my body". It's ridiculous. It's just something I taught them.
FH Female Hiker
È bello. [Extends hand to Young Leda who embraces it] Brava. Wow. [Chuckles]
Hi. [Joe kisses her on cheek] Hmm.
What are you doing? Say hello to Mummy. [Guides her head] Martha. Go on. Say hello. It's okay.
[Martha runs into Leda's chest]
Oh! Mmm.
Can you wash my hair after dinner?
Mm-mmm. I can't stay for dinner, baby. I've got to get on a plane.
But I brought you presents, okay? And fancy dresses. These. Hi. Yours!
...
You awoke the tickle monster. There's a tickle monster in town. Bianca? Do you want me to help you do up your buttons in the back?
Okay. Show me your dress. Oh! So pretty. [Kisses Bianca on lips] Mwah!
[Appears in door]
Leda. Can I talk to you?
[Gets down on knees]
Please. Please. Don't do this. What do you need? Do you need me on my **** knees? Do you need me to cut my balls off? What do you need? Tell me. Have you got his **** in your mouth? You can't answer me?
Joe, this has nothing to do with that.
You left him? Congratulations, baby. You're an expert now, huh?
Do you think I'm a **** idiot? Huh? Am I an arsehole? [Repeatedly] Please. Come on. They're little **** girls. How am I supposed to do this?
Joe, I'm feeling dizzy. [Walks off]
I'm taking them to your mum's. I can't handle this.
You're threatening me?! That is revenge! That's ****... lazy. You bring them back there, and they're going to sink back into that black shithole. All that ****... SHIT...! that I came from. I do think you're an arsehole. [Walks away]
My mother didn't finish school.
Oh, **** so what? [Disappears under door drape]
[Referring to peeling an orange]
Please. Please, can you peel it like a snake?
Please, can you peel it like a snake? Please?
B Bianca
Can you peel it all?
B Bianca
Don't let anything break.
No, I won't let anything break.
Do you think that's a land or a sea monster? A sea snake. Yeah.
B Bianca
Don't let it break. Peel it like a snake. Don't let it break.
B Bianca
It's longer than ever. [Leda hands peel to Martha] Hiss. Can it curl itself up? [Martha dangles and jiggles orange peel] Little curly.
...
B Bianca
[Leda is putting on her jacket]
Mama, where are you going? Where are you going, Mummy? Mama? Are you coming back? When are you coming back? [Repeatedly] Mama? Where are you going? Mama! [Leda goes out door and shuts it]