Cloak and Dagger Page #4

I guess having me here on your hands

was more than you bargained for.

In our work

we take what comes.

Please stop

looking me over.

You're nice to look at.

Just like a scene

in the opera, we are.

The people go. The young

couple is left alone.

Quick, the young man must make

compliments. It's expected.

Only there isn't

any music...

and you are not a tenor.

Have it your own way,

but don't add me up

before you know me.

Are we gonna have to

listen to that all night?

Maybe you ask the cat.

You're full of vinegar,

aren't you?

It sounds hungry.

Well, if people are hungry,

it's only natural cats should be.

Have you got

any milk for it?

Milk?

Oh, I remember.

It comes from cows, no?

Good for babies.

Still, I hate to hear a cat

cry. Maybe a piece of bread.

The American likes cats, hmm?

Only you're in Europe now. Here

you find cats in butcher shops.

This one's been lucky.

But by tomorrow maybe,

plop into somebody's

stew pot.

It must be nice to live in a country

where not only cats are fed, but children.

Please, I'm going to

put on my nightgown.

How does a girl like you

get used to this kind of life?

Do you think anyone

gets used to it?

I think you

do wonderfully, Gina

I never knew a girl

with so much courage.

Courage?

You're a grown-up man

and know so little.

You know nothing

about cats...

and nothing about people.

What's the matter with you, Gina?

Oh, no matter, except

you come from the moon.

And here we live like-

like Lazarus.

We lie in the grave waiting

for the savior to come.

Only I don't come

from the moon,

and Italians like you

aren't just lying down.

You're too long for the

couch. You take the bed.

Mm-mmm. Listen, in this

work we're comrades.

No. Okay. Tomorrow you'll

have a broken back. I hope.

Thanks.

Hey.

Thank you.

Well, I don't hear

that cat anymore.

In this country even the

cats learn it's no use to cry.

Micha, micha,

micha, micha, micha.

Here, I hope she has fleas.

Excuse me.

I have no liver with onions.

Only leftovers.

Now you shut up and let me sleep, or

I'll throw you right out the window.

Good night.

Al?

Yes?

I don't mean all I say.

I know you don't.

Good night.

Good night.

Gina

Gina

Don't be worried.

Everything's all right.

Oh, Al,

why do you wake me?

What

- why do you frighten me like this? You were dreaming.

You were crying

in your sleep.

Oh, yes.

Oh, I remember.

Oh.

It might help

to tell me about it.

You've been fighting in the foxholes

a long time, haven't you, Gina?

Tonight I-

I say to myself,

now maybe- maybe for

a- for a whole week...

it'll be easy.

Stay in the room.

Sing a little.

Dust.

Wash dishes.

No. Not easy.

Not even in sleep.

Signora Dominica?

Si.

His cat.

He wants his cat.

Over there. Quick.

Grazie, Signorina, grazie.

No, non parlo italiano.

Oh, congratulazioni, Signori.

Congratulazioni.

La polizia?

Oh, si.

Buona fortuna, Signore.

Buona fortuna, Signore

Brava. Bravissima.

The cat.

It had to be the cat.

It's always the little things-

the things we can't plan that make

us end up in the hands of the police.

We can't stay here any longer.

Why?

Is he an agent?

No.

But every janitor has to report

any new person in the house.

I told him

you're my husband.

Why did you do that?

I- I can't register

with the police.

We can't risk that. I

know. I made a mistake.

Do you know of any other safe

house? I'm trying to think.

We can't walk the streets day

and night. We'd be picked up sure.

I know. Shut up for a

minute, and let me think.

We're finished here.

It's not your fault. I didn't

have to tell him you're my husband.

In our work there's no room

for that sort of pride.

Without pride

you wouldn't be Gina

Don't be ashamed

of your pride.

Last night- and now-

you say things that

- that make me feel easier in here.

Maybe you feel charity.

Or maybe-

you like people?

Mostly I like cats.

When was this picture

taken, Gina?

Just before the war.

A hundred years ago.

Any luck?

An apartment. Two rooms

and a bath for three days.

A bath? Who's giving us all that?

A schoolmistress I once knew.

A fascist party member.

I told her I had a German

friend who was very important,

and she was very proud of me.

Tired, Gina?

Not bad. Hungry?

Mmm.

No, thanks.

There's a lot of

energy in an apple. Mmm.

What's that?

Oh, I was trying to

keep busy waiting for you.

But what is it?

It's called plotting the

line integral of a sine wave.

Oh, it's not as difficult as it sounds.

I was imagining I was

riding one of those horses,

trying to figure out how far

I would go altogether,

going around and up and down

at the same time.

Horses going up and down.

And kids- music.

Ever come here, Gina?

Mm-hmm.

Before the war.

The music played "Giovinezza"

all the time- a fascist song.

It spoiled it for me.

You come here with a boy? Yeah.

One you liked?

He was in the picture with me.

He played the cello.

Where is he now?

Somewhere... without his cello.

Maybe after the war

I might come back.

And I'd bring you here. But

the music would be different.

After the war

a lot will be different.

But you won't come back.

I might. Why not?

It's time now.

We can go.

Whoa.

Tonight I am prewar Gina

I teach my little children

in school.

Wednesday I play

chamber music.

I'm very innocent.

And I'm easy to blush.

- A change of clothes does all that?

- Well, we'll see.

I'm still pretty.

No?

Hmm.

A little bit.

Well, even if

you don't think so,

all the ovra men I meet,

they tell me I'm pretty.

I know a man

he is long and tall

he moves his body

like a cannonball

fare thee well, my honey

fare thee well

What's that?

An American cowboy song.

Don't look so funny. One of your shot-down

fliers from New Arizona taught it to me.

- New Mexico.

- New Arizona.

Okay.

New Arizona.

He taught it to me.

The rest I never learned.

Only the first lines.

He was nice.

Now.

How do I look?

- Prewar.

- Do you mean it?

Of course I do.

I'm no ovra man.

Why do you say that?

You brought it up.

Oh. You're jealous,

I suppose. Hmm?

Do you think

I couldn't be jealous?

Do you want me

to dance? Hmm?

Maybe I am jealous, Gina

Oh.

No, don't make love to me.

Don't be somebody I like.

If you feel like kissing me, and I

feel like kissing you, so we kiss.

But don't be serious.

In my job,

I kiss without feeling.

Last week, an ovra man

with a silly moustache.

Next week, a fat,

Gestapo pig.

Gina

Gina, girl.

Why do you keep

whipping yourself, Gina?

Do you think-

do you think it's good to be

a courier in the underground?

You think

it's exciting, heroic.

Oh.

No. If you fight scum,

you become scum. That's all.

No. I know what you are.

Not so far from that

little girl in the picture.

Go to the door.

Buona sera, Signora.

Buona sera.

Uh, un momento.

Grazie.

Who was it? Hmm? Oh, two

sisters collecting charity...

for children

orphaned by the war.

Anything wrong with that?

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