INT. VIKTOR'S FLAT - KITCHEN - SUNDAY MORNING
Viktor sits on a kitchen chair in the middle of the floor with a towel around his shoulders. Clara clicks a guard onto the electric clippers, then stops, staring at the back of his neck.
Clara
Your neck. There is a line on your neck. A straight line.
Viktor
I have always had a neck.
Clara
Not a straight one. I do not do straight, Dad. I do a soft fade and hope. Somebody took a razor to you.
Viktor
There is a man on the corner by the bakery. I went in to read his newspaper, and he put a cape on me.
Clara
And you could not say no.
Viktor
He had already started. It is rude to leave with half a head.
Clara
So I drove an hour to cut hair that has already been cut.
Viktor
It grows. Take off half. It is the first Sunday. We do the first Sunday.
Clara switches the clippers on.
Clara
Head down.
Viktor
Your mother liked a straight line. She said it made me look like a bank manager.
Clara
Since when do you go past the bakery? You buy your bread at the market.
Viktor
Marit likes their rye.
Viktor
From the choir. Second altos.
Viktor
Marit brings cake to the break. The tenors stand very near the cake.
Clara
What else does Marit bring?
Viktor
An invitation. Her daughter's house, up north, for Christmas. Five days.
Clara switches the clippers off.
Clara
Christmas is here.
Viktor
Christmas has been here for four years. You do the duck. I burn the potatoes. We watch your mother's film, and we both go and stand in the kitchen during the song.
Viktor
I told her no. I told her my daughter comes.
Clara moves behind him and switches the clippers on again.
Clara
Keep your head down. I am doing the back.
Viktor
You always tell me things during the back. The car. The divorce. The tattoo. So I cannot turn round.
Clara
I have been offered a job. In another country. It starts on the first of December.
Viktor
In October you rang a removal company from my sofa. On speaker. You always put things on speaker. Seven cubic metres, and they will not take plants.
Clara
Then why did you not say anything?
Viktor
You were going to tell me during the back. I was saving you the back.
Clara
I was going to fly home for Christmas. Two days. I had a whole speech about two days being better than none.
Viktor
Flights at Christmas cost a kidney. Keep your kidney.
Clara lowers the clippers and looks closer.
Clara
He has done the back twice. There is an old line under the new one.
Viktor
I went twice. I wanted to see if I could sit in a stranger's chair and not make a fuss.
Viktor
She will be unbearable about it.
Clara switches the clippers off, takes the towel from his shoulders, puts it around her own, sits in the chair, and holds the scissors out to him.
Clara
Just the ends. Two centimetres.
Viktor
I have never cut anybody's hair.
Clara
You have watched me do yours forty-eight times.
Viktor
With my eyes closed.
Clara
Then this will be interesting.
Viktor lifts a strand of her hair between two fingers. The scissors open.
Viktor
Sit still. Your mother always moved.