Gili Meno

So onwards. After taking a smart bus they find their way to Lombok and get on a small boat on its way to the Gilis.

Ext. Boat-Day

It's a truly glorious day and the two of them sit on the side of the boat, half in and half out of the shade of the roof. They're so close they're almost touching.

Sean: So, I was thinking...

Jules: Well, I'm glad you're open to new experiences.

Sean: Someone's feeling better.

Jules just leans back and basks in the sun. Her hand trails through the turquoise water and she beams a smile that only someone who's got their energy back could do.

Sean: So, I was thinking THAT... this boat is stopping off at Gili Meno before it gets to Gili Trawangan.

Jules: Trawnagan's the one with the diving right?

Sean: And it's the big party one.

Jules: So what happens on Meno?

Sean: Not a lot I don't think. It just looks like that.

He points to an island fast approaching with white sands surrounded by pristine turquoise sea. His eyebrows raise as if to say 'what do you think?'. Jules nods approval.

Ext. Beach

They get off the boat, they're the only ones that do and they don't say anything for a moment. There's no music, no noise except the sounds of the waves. They look at each other and smile. They're facing each other and for a moment it looks like they'll kiss but the moment's broken by a young boy.

Boy: Hello! What is your name?

Sean is the first to turn and he smiles at the boy.

Sean: Sean. And this is Jules. What's your name?

Boy: Shrinoto. Are you Italian?

Sean (surprised): No. We're English.

This is a good answer and Shrinoto smiles.

Shrinoto: Wayne Rooney!

Sean smiles. This is not the first time his nationality has elicited this reaction.

Sean: Yea. Are you a Manchester United fan?

Shrinoto shakes his head firmly.

Shrinoto: Manchester are a good team but in my heart I have only one team.

Sean: Who's that?

Shrinoto (in a cheer): West Bromwich Albion

With that he scampers off. Sean chuckles, but in a manly way. He turns to Jules and helps her put on her backpack.

Sean: Here. Shall we find ourselves a room.

They walk along the beach and people start to come up to them. They all know their names already and are keen to offer them rooms or food or things to buy. A friendly looking old man comes up to them.

Old man: Hello, Jules. Hello Sean. Would you like to have your own beachhut?

Jules: I think we'd love our own beach hut.

Ext. Beach hut

It's a simple thing but it's got an attached bathroom, a mosquito net and a double bed. And it's clean and truly on the beach without any other house too near.

Sean: How much?

Man: 30,000 Rupiah

Jules: We'll take it.

She's already pretty much inside and dumps her bag and quickly forages in it for a towel and shampoo.

Man: You pay tomorrow.

Sean: Ok thanks very much.

Sean goes inside.

Int. Beach hut

Jules is already in the bathroom. You can see her head and shoulders over the top of the door.

Sean: I don't think there'll be hot water

Jules: I don't care.

She then promptly screams as the cold water covers her body.

Sean: Still don't care?

Jules (defiant): No.

Sean watches her smiling head for a moment as she stubbornly sticks it under the cold water. Then he steps outside. Jules looks up and is a bit disappointed to see he's no longer there.

Ext. Beach hut

Jules comes out looking and feeling fresh as a daisy.

Jules: You having a shower?

Sean: Will you judge me if I eat something first.

Jules: Yes.

Sean smiles

Jules: I'm not joking, seriously. Shower.

Sean: Do I smell that bad?

Jules (giving a sniff): There's room for improvement and more importantly it's going to be dark soon and you'll get bitten alive in that shower. Go!

Sean, to his surprise, finds himself going inside.

Ext. Beachhut

Now it's Sean's turn to come out looking fresh and respectable.

Sean (in a butler's voice): Will this suffice, ma'am?

Jules (in a mock weary posh voice): Well, I suppose it will have to do.

She swings onto her feet and puts her arm through his.

Ext. Restaurant-Night

They're eating on the beach by candlelight. Jules has a whole grilled fish in front of her. Sean is Nasi Goreng.

Jules: It is weird.

Sean: It's not.

Jules takes another bite of her fish.

Jules (with pleasure): Mmm. Here, take a bite.

Sean (firmly): No thank-you.

Jules: What kind of freak would not like this?

Sean: I can think of 10 people off the top of my head who hate fish. It is in no way weird.

Jules: No. Not liking fish is sadly not an extremely rare phenomenon but that doesn't stop it being a weird one. This is fucking spectacular.

Sean: I'm not having this. You may think I'm wrong but if enough people share my opinion then it is not weird.

Jules: Large numbers of men in this country think that a moustache and mullet combo is attractive. Are you saying that's not weird?

Sean: I don't think it's a very original thought to suggest what makes someone beautiful might vary from culture to culture.

Jules: What do you think of Indonesian girls?

Sean: I'm sorry.

Jules: Do you think they're attractive?

Sean: Well not all of them obviously but yeah some are really pretty.

Jules: You like the way they dress.

Sean: I don't think it's weird if that's what you're asking. But unlike you, clearly, I've got no problems with cultural differences.

Jules: In some cultures women don't shave, anywhere.

Sean shrugs.

Jules: And the men like it.

Sean: Ok, that is weird.

They both laugh.

Jules: Point proven. Now have a bite.

Sean: No! You'll just have to put me in the corner with the hairy women.

Jules: There's a shrimp in your Nasi Goreng.

Sean: Seafood's ok. It's just fish.

Jules: Ok, that is actually weird.

Sean: Yep, I'll give you that one, Miss Food Stasi.

Jules: It's for your own good.

Sean: I appreciate the concern.

There's a pause.

Jules: I'm glad we got off here.

Sean: Me too.

But though he says it with a smile his eyes aren't smiling. Jules doesn't catch it.


Ext. Beach hut

The only light is the one from the porch of their hut. The only sound is the sea.

Jules stands at the top of the porch and turns around to Sean. She's slightly tipsy and very happy. She puts her arms on his shoulders and moves her head closer.

Jules: You really did seem like a dick when we first met.

Sean: And now?

She leans in and kisses him. Sean returns it and they have one long slow kiss until suddenly he breaks off. She's surprised by this and tries to bring him but he resists.

Jules: What?

Sean: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's just...

Jules: What did I do?

Sean: Nothing. You're amazing. Utterly amazing. It's me. I'm a shit.

Jules starts to get an inkling of what he's about to say.

Sean: You know I said I was just coming of a relationship.

Jules nods, disappointment has swelled across her body but is about to bubble up into rage.

Sean: Well, I'm still coming out. I mean, it's over. In my head. In my heart. Before I left London I knew it was over.

Jules: But you didn't think you'd do anything as old fashioned as tell her about it.

Sean: It wasn't the right time.

Jules: No, I'm sure. 3 weeks later when she could have been getting on with her life but instead was waiting for you, wondering why you haven't been in contact. That sounds much more like the right time.

Sean: I'm not claiming that I've gone about this the right way.

Jules: Well that's ok then. As long as you know you're in the wrong, you can go on doing it. What's important is that you're honest.

Sean: Jules, I'm sorry. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.

Jules: If that were really true, you'd have found a way not to.

She goes to the doorway, turns on the light and sees the double bed. She storms in grabs his backpack and dumps it outside. Sean look at her in disbelief but she shrugs her shoulders and close the door behind her.

Sean sits on the step and looks out into the dark towards the surf.

Ext. Hut- Morning

Jules comes out the hut with her backpack on. There's no sign of Sean. She's simultaneously relieved and worried.

She goes to the house down the beach where the old man who owns the hut lives.

Jules: Morning.

Old Man (surprised): Good morning.

Jules: I'd like to pay for the hut. I'm leaving.

Man: But Sean, he pay already.

Jules: Really? When?

Man: This morning. 7 o'clock.

Jules looks at the clock. It's 9:30.

Ext. Beach- Day

Jules is walking back to the point where the boat dropped them off yesterday. Shrinoto,the boy from yesterday, bounds up to her.

Shrinoto: Hello Jules!

Jules (not remembering his name): Oh, hello.

Shrinoto: You go to Trawangan, yes? Sean go two hours ago.

Jules: Sean went to Trawangan?

Shrinoto: Yes, next boat 10 minutes.

Jules: And next boat to Lombok?

Shrinoto (annoyed he hasn't been understood): Sean went to Trawanagan. Not Lombok.

Jules: I know sweetheart, but I want to go to Lombok.

Shrinoto understands but he's not happy.

Jules: When is the next boat to Lombok?

Shrinoto: Ten minutes.

Jules: From here?

Shrinoto nods. He runs off. Jules drops her backpack and sits on it. She take a deep breath in.