Dido & Mabel + Dido’s self consciousness and bonding (extract taken from script)
DIDO, in night-clothes, drags a brush through tight
ringlets. She stops, observes, a moment as ELIZABETH runs a
comb through her own silken hair.
You are so beautiful, Bette.
A tentative knock and MABEL enters - DIDO becomes tense.
MABEL speaks gently - strong Welsh accent. […] MABEL pauses as DIDO struggles with her hair.
Can I help you with that, Miss
Lindsay? DIDO struggles once again, wrenching the brush.
You must start from the ends, miss.
DIDO stares at her - a long beat
Candle lit faces… DIDO’s reflection in the mirror - her
hair separated into four sections.
In the reflection BG, ELIZABETH sits serenely watching
MABEL brushing through each section from ends to roots.
My Mam taught me, see?
DIDO stares at her a moment, some kind of pain resonates in
her eyes as her face softens and she begins to relax.
“That’s how this works. You talk to me about it so that I can take your hand and fucking walk through this shit with you. That is what I signed up for, okay? But I cannot do that if you won’t let me in.”