Sophie's Choice Page #5

-Yeah, but.

-This afternoon he brings...

you home again. You spent the

whoIe f***ing afternoon with him.

Or shouId, I say you spent the

whoIe afternoon with him f***ing?

-Nathan!

-Did you try the new dress for him?

So he couId strip it off

in a cheap hoteI room?

Did he Iine up your vertebra

in a nice neat Iine...

whiIe he was humping you?

I bet he does quite a number.

Wait! Nathan!

How doyou know he took her home?

Didyou follow her?

How did you find out

Kats took her home?

You're going to feeI Iike a

fooI when you find out why.

pIease, don't!

A baby southern artist

defending a IittIe poIIack whore.

To bad our ceIebration wiII be of

more mundane stripe than I intended.

-I think you shouId go.

-I'm not going to Iet you aIone with him.

-You don't understand...

-You don't have to take this sh*t!

Let'sjust cut out

aII the ugIy sh*t!

Yeah, poor this. Let's

ceIebrate. You know why?

We're here to toast you.

But what are we here to toast?

-You're right. I'm terribIy sorry.

-That's aII right.

I don't know what's

come over me. Here...

Here is to my bestfriend...

-and my best girI.

-There you are.

Look what I got you, anyway.

I had the wrapping,

you know, but I...

It's beautifuI.

Very beautifuI.

-Do you Iike it?

-If I Iike it? I Iove it.

Yes? She'sjust Iike Stingo's.

It is?

-It has an engraving.

-It's beautifuI. BeautifuI.

This toast is in honor...

my compIete disassociation...

from you two creeps.

Disassociation from you...

the Coony Chiropractic c*nt

of King's County...

and you, the dreary dregs of Dixie.

You have notfooIed me,

young Stingo.

Since you so graciousIy aIIowed me to

read your magnum Southern opus...

about your adoIescent seIf-pity...

-for your poor dead mother.

-Knock it off, Nathan.

However, Iook on it optimisticaIIy...

you might be on the verge

of a whoIe new form...

the ''Southern Comic Book''!

-And now, my sweet...

-Stin...

I want to ask you one question that's

been burning in my mind for so Iong.

Then maybe you can

expIain something to me.

The reason maybe

of why you are here...

Wait...

waIking the streets...

wearing this enticing perfumery...

engaged in syrup tissue's

winery with not one...

but two, count them,

Iadies and gentIemen...

two chiropractors!

In short, making hay...

waiting the sunshine

to empIoy an oId maid...

whiIe at Auschiwitz, the ghosts

of the miIIions of the dead...

-stiII seek an answer.

-No.

TeII me...

TeII me Sophie.

The same anti-Semitism...

for which poIand has gained

such a worIdwide recognition...

that this simiIar anti-Semitism guide

your own destiny, heIp you aIong...

protect you in a manner of speaking

so you became one of the minuscuIe..

handfuI of peopIe who Iived...

whiIe the miIIions died?

TeII me. TeII me why.

ExpIanation, pIease!

TeII me why...

oId Iucky number 11379...

TeII me...

why you inhabit the

Iand of the Iiving?

What spIendid IittIe

tricks and strategies...

is inside that IoveIy head of

yours to aIIow you to breath...

the cIear poIish air?

What a muItitude at Auschwitz

choked sIowIy...

-on the gas?

-No!

-ExpIain!

-Stop it!

ExpIain!

-Lay off of her!

-Get off of my way!

Get off of my...

Stay away!

Stay out!

Stay out! Get out of here!

Go away!

I'm Ieaving the house, they're here.

I come back, two empty rooms.

No Nathan, no Sophie and the Iast

anybody knows he puts her in a cab..

and he runs off the other way.

I can't teII how hard it is...

-Is this Dr. BIackstock?

-Yes.

I'm a friend of Sophie Zawistowska's

and you may have heard of me, Stingo

Oh, the writer!

She's very proud ofyou!

-I'm trying to track her down.

-But don'tyou live in the same house?

She moved out Iast night.

She called in this morning and wasn't

well. I was worried about her.

-She is such a tough girl.

-Doyou know how I could fiind her?

What about the boyfriend?

I think that's over.

Maybe she went to

stay with a friend.

I don't know any friends of hers.

There's this Polish girl who work

for a professor at Brooklyn College.

I remember her name.

It was Sonja Wajinska.

Is a woman named

Sonja Wajinska work here?

No, I'm sorry. She went back

to poIand six months ago.

But if you Iike,

I can give you her address.

Thank you. Do you know

her friend Sophie Zawistowska?

Yes.

She came here once to visit

Sonja, but she did not came back.

I recognized her from my days

at the University of Krakow.

She is the daughter of

professor Bieganski.

Were you student of his?

I heard him Iecture once.

That was enough.

I know he is very

unspoken about the Nazis.

He was crazy about the Nazis.

I think because they hate

the Jews as much as he did.

The Nazis kiIIed him.

They came one day and made a

cIean sweep of aII academics.

And they didn't stop to

check their poIiticaI views.

I think you have the wrong man.

Look, I shaII show you...

Zbigniew Bieganki...

Look, Bieganski...

professor of Law at

the University of Krakow...

from 1919 to 1939...

known for his anti-Semitic threats.

A major promuIgator of

the ghetto pension ruIe...

which made it iIIegaI

for Jewish students...

to seat on the

same bench as poIIs.

So...

I told Yetta I was leaving.

A few weeks before I had

received a letter from my father.

He had inherited a small farm and

knowing I was running out ofmoney

proposed that I'd come

back South and live on it.

I could not bear

to stay in Brooklyn.

Hello!

Hello!

Sophie? You're back!

Oh, yes. Hello, Yetta.

I came to get the rest

ofmy things, you know?

-Have you heard from Nathan?

-No. Not a word.

Hejust came here this morning

to take the rest ofhis things.

OK.

OK.

Stingo?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about what

happened Iast night.

But I want you to

know that Nathan...

didn't mean what he

said about your book.

WeII, you know that. Right?

I know he reaIIy

Ioves your writing.

That doesn't matter anymore.

But I mean...

''we'' wiII stiII be friends.

You know I'm Ieaving.

I'm going home.

It shouId be a better

pIace for me to write.

We've driven you away.

It has nothing to do with you.

I spoke with

Dr. BIackstock today.

Oh, Stingo.

Did you go Iooking for me there?

I wouId've Ieft you a

note where I went but...

I just didn't think of it.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry you were worried about me.

I thought your friend Sonja

might know where you were.

Sonja? Sonja Wajinski?

But she went back to poIand.

I know that.

I went to BrookIyn CoIIege.

She used to work for a

Language professor there.

Yes.

I think you met him once.

He knew your father.

Yeah, my father...

He heard him Iecture once...

at the University of Krakow

where your father taught.

He toId you about my father?

Sophie, why did you Iie to me?

I Iied because, you know why?

I was so afraid...

I was afraid I'd Ieft aIone!

So...

Good bye... my friend.

Sophie, I want to understand...

I'd Iove to know the truth.

The truth?

It does not make it

easier to understand.

And maybe you think that

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