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“FLEABAG (CONT’D)

I love you.
They sit with the words.
Pause. She looks at him.
He takes her hand.

PRIEST

(gently)
It’ll pass.
Beat.
She smiles.
Beat.”

“PRIEST

Here’s to peace.
(beat)
And those who get in the way of it.
She clinks glasses with him.
They drink. She watches him.
He looks at her.
We hold it.”

“FLEABAG

Yeah I’m fine. You Ok? You look stressed.

CLAIRE

Well, I’m successful so … Do you have rye bread?

FLEABAG

No. But I have normal bread you could just puke up after.”

“She pulls out the little sculpture of the woman with no arms from her trousers. It sits on her lap.
Two women. One real. One not.
Both with their innate femininity out.
She looks at the camera and smiles.”