Napoleon's Table

Hello, are you home?

I got flowers for you.

Why?

Because I thought it nice to give you flowers.

You never give me flowers.

Yet, today I'm giving you flowers.

Why? What have you done?

I just want to be nice.

You're never nice. Why are you... Why? Why today?

So today I want to be nice and these are your flowers.

Shut up your ass. I don't want them.

I don't want them.

Listen, I'm trying to be nice, okay?

Why? What have you done? You've got something to say.

I've done nothing.

Yeah, you have. What have you done?

You've definitely done something. Wait, where are you going?

Come on, tell me what you've done.

I'm just back home. Would you give me a break?

No. Why have you bought me flowers? You do not buy flowers.

You don't buy me flowers.

So what have you done? You've got something to tell me. I know you have.

I can tell by the look on your stupid face.

Go on.

What?

I can tell you what's up today.

I got a meeting with my faculty advisor.

Right.

And we...

We had different opinions about my field of study.

Right. And?

And I didn't bend to his requests.

Carry on, spit it out. Come on. I ain't got all day.

So, you know that my teaching is very specific.

I'm focusing on a specific time period.

And he now wants me to shift to a different curriculum.

Right. What does that mean?

And I said no.

I will not throw in the bin 20 years of study, of research, of my life.

I will not do that. And so I said no.

What are you saying?

I said no.

Right.

Can you just fucking sit still and spit out whatever you've got to say?

Go on.

So I quit.

You quit?

I quit.

So you're unemployed?

You know, I have very specific skills to offer.

I will find something else.

How? You're not good at anything else.

You put your whole life into this shit.

You give me nothing of your life.

I feel like I don't even know you.

And what, now you think you're just going to go and get another job?

You don't even know how to take care of your own wife.

I'm not giving you anything? That's what you say?

You don't.

I come back home with flowers.

And that's what you get today.

I don't want your shit fucking flowers.

I want you to fucking be here and give me some attention.

How about that?

Don't throw your shit flowers at me.

My work requires focus.

It requires research.

I'm at the library. I'm at the faculty.

I can't be here with you all the time, you know?

And when I'm here, you attack me.

Attack you?

Yeah, you attack me.

You just fucking threw the flowers at me.

Are you alright?

You fucking narcissist.

I brought you nicely a bouquet of flowers

and you throw it in the bin.

Because you think a shitty five pound bunch of flowers

from the petrol station is going to make me happy.

How about your time, your love,

your patience will make me happy.

Not a shitty bunch of flowers.

They look half dead.

Are you taking the piss?

What were you doing? Paying for your petrol?

Just so you'd get them in the reduced section

just to make her smile for a minute.

No, it's not going to work anymore.

Laugh all you want. You're pathetic.

You're disgusting.

Are you finished?

No, you're pathetic.

You make me feel sick.

I don't want, I do not want you anymore.

Look at you.

You make me feel sick.

Stop fucking smirking.

Honestly, you're pathetic, mate.

Tell me when you're finished so we can talk.

I'm not finished.

Maybe I don't want to hear your pathetic little voice.

Then go.

No, stop fucking me and patronising.

Get out.

How about just take your fucking shit and get out.

Take your stupid little coat and fuck off.

Go on.

That's my house.

No it isn't.

Well it's not going to be your house now, is it?

Because you can't fucking pay for it.

Because you haven't even got a job.

What money have you got?

You probably just spent the last of it on those stupid flowers.

What have you got? Nothing.

You don't have a job.

No woman's going to want you because you've got nothing to offer.

You're pathetic.

Stop fucking staring at me as well.

I hate looking at you.

You actually make me feel a bit sick.

Have you ever got anything to say?

Yeah.

What?

I'm doing my best, you know that.

Are you?

Yeah, I'm doing my best.

Are you?

And you're doing your best to spoil everything.

Every day of my life you're making it hard for me.

You've ruined my life.

Every little step I try to make towards you, you're throwing it in the bin.

It's all about you, isn't it?

It's all about you.

I'm trying.

What are you trying to do here?

I do everything.

You're just rejecting me.

I am rejecting you.

You're just rejecting me.

Because you're never here.

I don't feel wanted, I don't feel loved.

I'm here in this fucking flat on my own.

24 hours a day, waiting for you to come home.

You're always chatting with your friends.

You're always chatting with the neighbours.

You're always gossiping with the girls.

You're not alone at all.

Because I don't have anyone else to talk to.

I don't have anyone else to talk to.

Do you want me to chat and gossip with you about what?

I just want us to talk about life.

What can we talk about together?

Life.

Us.

Make plans.

Do nice things.

What do you do?

Just talk shit about your job all the time.

How about that?

You don't even have a job.

What are you going to do now?

I have my research.

I have my knowledge.

That's going to pay the bills, isn't it?

I have my culture.

That's going to pay the bills, isn't it?

It will be.

It will be paying bills.

Really?

When?

When?

Do you think your dreams are going to pay bills?

Your little ideas, do you think they're going to pay the mortgage?

Do you?

Hmm?

It's a temporary situation.

And I will solve it.

Temporary?

I have a plan.

I have a strategy.

Yeah.

You've always said you've got a plan.

Yeah.

You plan is shit.

No, my plan brought me where I am.

My plan brought me to be the expert of Napoleonic studies in the whole country.

That's where my plans brought me.

You're so boring.

You are so boring.

Do you know that?

You bore the life out of me.

Because you don't understand me.

You don't understand anything about me, my work, my job, my dreams, anything.

I don't want to anymore.

I used to want to, but I don't now.

There's nothing.

We have nothing.

This marriage is dead.

And I don't want it.