CONNIE'S APT. (SPRING 1946) CONNIE and CARLO's apartment. She's in a slip, on the phone.
We HEAR the shower going in the bathroom.
CONNIE:
Who is this?
GIRL (O.S.) (giggle) I'm a friend of Carlo's. I just wanted to tell him I can't see him tonight; I have to go out of town.
CONNIE's face turns red.
CONNIE:
You lousy tramp b*tch.
(click) She slams the phone down; just as CARLO is coming out of the bathroom drying his golden body.
CARLO:
What was that?
CONNIE:
Your girl friend. She says she can't make it tonight. You lousy bastard you have the nerve to give your whores my telephone number.
I'll kill you, you bastard!
She hauls off and punches him knowingly; he laughs, so then she flings herself at him, kicking and scratching; her heavy belly heaving under the thin slip.
CARLO:
(defending himself) You're crazy. She was kidding around; I don't know, some nut.
He pushes her aside, and moves into the bedroom to continue dressing.
CONNIE:
You're staying home. You're not going out.
CARLO:
OK, OK. You gonna make me something to eat at least?
That calms her down; she stands there a moment, breathing heavily; and then she nods, and goes into the kitchen, and starts her wifely duties.
CARLO is dressed; puts on some cologne; CONNIE appears in the doorway.
CONNIE:
The food is on the table.
CARLO:
I'm not hungry yet.
CONNIE:
Eat it, it's on the table.
CARLO:
Ba Fa Goulle.
CONNIE:
BA FA GOULE YOU!
She turns deliberately, goes out into the kitchen. A moment later we begin to hear the sound of dishes breaking. CARLO slowly walks out, where we can see CONNIE systematically smashing all the dishes against the sink, sending the greasy veal and peppers all over the apartment floor.
