Recap:
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six
DALE in suit. MOLL in smart dress.
| MOLL: | You look good in your suit. |
| DALE: | Decent fit. |
| Thanks for coming. | |
| I’ve asked for a copy of the letter. | |
| MOLL: | Fucking Hell, Dale. |
| DALE: | Yeah. |
| MOLL: | Don’t. |
| She wasn’t. | |
| Reliable. | |
| DALE: | No. |
| MOLL: | I mean, look what she did. |
| DALE: | Yeah. |
| MOLL: | You were too good for her. |
| DALE: | Moll. |
| MOLL: | D’you like my dress? |
| DALE: | Yeah. |
| Nice. | |
| MOLL: | Thanks. |
DALE cries. MOLL comforts him.
They kiss.
A mirror falls of the wall.
MOLL stands.
| MOLL: | Jesus Fucking Christ. |
| DALE: | That was wrong. |
| MOLL: | You see that? |
DALE inspects broken mirror.
| DALE: | Bit late for bad luck. |
| MOLL: | It jumped off the wall. |
| DALE: | What? |
| MOLL: | I don’t like this. |
Exit MOLL.
