A home office/study. Jack is watching a football match on his computer, at his desk. The door handle turns. Rose begins opening the door. Jack quickly presses the mute button on his computer. Rose enters.
ROSE: What are you up to?
Jack shrugs, and keeps on watching the silent match. She can’t see what he is looking at.
ROSE: I never see you anymore. You’re always on your damn computer. Football, Facebook, Youtube, you name it – you, you, you; never us.
Jack continues to watch the silent match. Grunts.
ROSE: Are you even listening to me? I can’t carry on like this anymore. It’s over.
Jack is paying no attention to Rose. He focuses on the match – it’s not going well.
JACK: Oh no!
ROSE: You are listening! I thought you might be watching a bloody football game…
Jack responds to action on the computer – there’s another footballing setback.
ROSE: (Pleased) Um, listen, why don’t we go out and talk about things properly?
Again, Jack responds to some silent football action.
Rose smiles, and starts to leave. Again, Jack responds to some football action.
JACK: No! No!
ROSE: It’s okay I’m just going to get changed. I’ll be back in a sec, we can go eat…
She is three-quarters of the way out of the study door when Jack, slightly prematurely, turns the sound back on his computer. There is the sound of the final whistle, a cheering/booing crowd and a football commentary. Rose looks around. Her face makes it clear that the game is up. Furious, she leaves and slams the door hard behind her.
COMMENTATOR: … It’s been an exciting match decided by a spectacular own goal…
Jack looks at the screen, and holds his head in his hands.