In the morning, Christina finds Oscar dressed in one of Father's suits and smoking for the first time in 20 years. He wants coffee rather than tea and asks where his script has gone. Christina is adamant that he put out the cigarette, but hazy on the fate of the document. Oscar insists this is the one thing he may be able to rescue from this whole fiasco. Christina mocks him about finding a producer, and Oscar replies that Nipples is in New York. Oscar intends to pick the most effective passages to read to him. Christina is shocked that Oscar would waste time like this, rather than pursuing his appeal.
The whole thing has wrecked her marriage, and Harry is too obstinate to phone her. Oscar corrects her: She is.....
