You understand, the titles, the… dukedom. They’re not the job. [Sir?] She is the job. She is the essence of your duty. Loving her. Protecting her. Of course, you’ll miss your career. But doing this for her, doing this for me… there may be no greater act of patriotism. Or love.
George: You didn’t answer any of my calls or reply to my text. What was I supposed to do? Anita: Gee, I don’t know. Take the hint, maybe?
George regards her with an expression that gravitates between hurt and frustration.
George: I was concerned about you. I rang you at the station and they told me you hadn’t turned up to work today. Then I found out you’re taking extended long service leave. You want to tell me why?
Anita is about to tell him go to hell and that it isn’t any of his business, until she remembers that she made it his business. She looks him straight in the eye and takes a breath.
Anita: George, last night when I was with Austin I snapped. My mind literally broke. I have no memory of stabbing him at all, and that terrifies me. Do you see, George? I’m not fit to go back to work. I could kill somebody. That’s why I’m going on extended leave.
George’s cold clear stare is drilling through all her defenses. She imagines how effective it would be during an interrogation.
George: I was right. This is something to do with Jim, isn’t it? Anita: I’m not going to talk about Jim. Jim’s dead, George. He’s dead. He has a son, who is lovely, and who only has nice memories of his father. I’m moving on with my life. Let it go.
They glare at each other. George sets his jaw and shakes his head.
George: You don’t want to talk about Jim, fine. But you obviously need therapy, Anita. Whatever trauma you went through, it isn’t the sort of thing you can just sweep under the carpet- Anita: Thanks for your advice, George. I’ll think about it. Now, can you please leave? I’ve got rather a lot to do.
George continues to stand there. He shifts his weight and scratches at the stubbly grey hairs on his scalp.
Anita:What? George: Look, I was worried today that the reason you didn’t turn up to work was something to do with me.
George: I just want you to know that…if you think you owe me anything, you don’t. There’s no tab, Anita. Anita: Okay. George: Good. I just wanted to make that understood. Take care, Anita.
She allows herself to give him a small smile. He walks back to his car, and she watches him until he drives away.