Sweet Talk Page #3

Is that why you hung up on me?

No, I hung up on you because

I thought you were finished.

- Great. Bullshit.

Bullshit!

I think that you were having

trouble in the train station in Budapest.

Hey.

I think it was getting a

little too hot in there for you.

Y-yeah, I-I do this for a

living, remember?

Yeah, uh, but I'm not talking

about, "oh, boy, what a big dick you have.

I'm talking about the real thing.

Hey, if I want to do the

real thing, I don't have to pick up a phone.

There's a lot of advantages

to connecting over the phone.

Like what?

Well, you can travel to some

pretty amazing places without

ever having to leave your room!

It's just storytelling.

That's all.

And who doesn't love

a good story?

You think... do you think

Scheherazade stayed alive by

going down on the king every night

No, she told him stories!

She took him to places that he

hadn't been before!

Like a train station in

Budapest.

Yeah! Why not?

You see, Delilah...

I get this feeling that you and

I have some stories to live out

between us.

Well, I'm gonna have to put

you back on the clock.

My boss checks the phones.

That's fine with me.

Mm. Really?

You must be a pretty wealthy guy.

$2.99 a minute starts to add up, you know.

To travel places you really want

to go...

It sounds pretty cheap to me.

So...

So, where do you want to go?

Oh.

John, I think you have this backwards.

I'm supposed to take you where

you want to go.

What difference does it make

who takes who, just as long as

we get there, right?

All right.

Um...

I got an idea.

Yeah? What?

Yeah. I, uh...

I got to get some fresh air,though.

I got to...

Where you going?

Up to the roof.

The roof? What roof?

You still there?

Yeah, I'm here.

I like to come up here at

night sometimes and think.

It's beautiful.

I like to look at all the

different apartments...

All the people inside...

...Watching TV, eating,

laughing...

Crying, arguing.

So many different stories.

It's amazing.

Behind every window is a

different life, a whole other life!

Do you realize that your soul mate...

Could live right across the

street from you?

Or he could live in Bangladesh.

Or Pittsburgh.

Okay!

Yes.

Let's reverse the roles!

You pretend like you're one of

the guys calling Sweet Talk!

No. Come on.

Seriously! Just try it!

Just try it.

ring...ring

- Hi, this is Stud Talk.

John speaking.

John's not really your name, is it?

- It's a nom de guerre, so to speak.

So, tell me, Ms. Delilah...

What are you

interested in talking about?

Um... I don't...

I don't know.

I'm not really... I'm not very

good at this.

Oh, come on!

Come on!

You were right there at the

train station with me!

I know you were!

Just go with it.

Okay, what if, um...

mm, what if it was something out

of a Russian novel?

Yes!

"The Brothers Karamazov."

Ohh, I was thinking Tolstoy actually.

Ah!

For whom the bell "Tolstoys!"

God!

Okay! Here's what we do!

We create each other.

Anybody we want to be.

Anywhere we want to go.

All it takes is a little imagination.

You do this for a living, remember?

Well, yeah.

But I don't usually get calls

from guys who want to go to...

train stations in Budapest.

Let's go back there.

The train station?

Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

First of all, what am I doing there?

I don't know yet!

I don't know! We're making this up

as we go along.

Well, then, I'm wearing a cape...

a fur cape.

And I'm... mm... dripping in

emeralds.

Nice.

I don't know. It's... it's...

it's a little dressy for a train

station, don't you think?

Well, so what?!

It's your railroad station!

Put it on.

The cape?

Yes! Put it on!

And really... really put it on.

Okay... I have to go to my closet!

You know what?

I want my voice in the room.

Put me on speakerphone.

Okay, hold on.

How's that?

That's great. How's that?

Oh! Good!

Put on your cape!

Okay, okay.

Oh, God...

It's on.

And what do you got on under

the cape?

Um...

I'm wearing...

beautiful, antique...

silk underwear.

What about you, John?

What are you wearing?

A baseball uniform.

In the train station!

Just the pants.

You're walking around the

Budapest train station in a pair

of baseball pants.

Yeah! Why not?

Well... Okay.

Who are you, anyway?

Hmm. Well, that...

that would depend...

On the woman in the cape.

Uh...

I could be... I could be the

station master.

I could be a professional

baseball player.

I could be a passenger on the train.

I could be a traveling salesman

selling underwear!

I don't know! Pick one!

How'd you like to be someone dangerous?

Cool. Yes.

An assassin.

A-a murderer?

A professional murderer.

Like a contract killer.

Yes!

Okay.

Now we're starting to cook.

What about me? Do I...

I get to choose who I want to

be, right?

Of course! Anybody you want.

I want to be a contessa!

Yeah.

I want to be a very...

Very wealthy contessa.

That's awesome! Yes!

Yes! This is great!

All right.

What do we have so far?

We have a-a wealthy contessa

waiting in a train station for

an assassin.

It's snowing outside.

Uh, you're wearing nothing but a

cape with antique underwear.

What else?! What else?

U-um...

Hmm. What if they, uh...

what if they have, like, um...

like, a rendezvous?

Um, they're... they're running

away together to Vienna after...

Yes. Yes. After what?

After he knocks off the count!

I mean, he's an assassin, right?

He's got to assassinate somebody!

God damn right he does!

And this guy is good, too.

He's the best.

He charges a lot of money, and

he always gets his man.

What year are we in?

What year are we in?

It was a good year for

assassinations... it was the

year Archduke Franz Ferdinand

was shot.

Who?

The heir presumptive to the

Austro-Hungarian throne?

His... his death started

World War I ?

This is great.

This is good sh*t.

Yeah, the whole world was on

the precipice of disaster.

So much the better.

How does he knock off the count?

In a duel.

Clear through the heart.

One shot.

Boom.

Now...

now there's a price on his head.

She's waiting in the train

station.

She... Doesn't know if he's even

gonna show up.

She doesn't know if he was

caught in a police roadblock...

If he was shot in an ambush,

okay?

Okay.

He thinks of her...

In her cape...

And her pale skin...

Her... her hands...

Sure and cool...

- And her perfume.

- He was powerless against it.

He was powerless against it.

That's why he provoked the

count.

It was all because of the way

she smelled.

And the way she looked at him.

He knew... he knew she would be

there waiting for him at the

train station.

You a there, aren't you?

Yes.

What's it like?

Tell me.

It's old...

And dimly lit.

It's so quiet, you could hear

the snow falling outside.

The only other noise is the coal

burning in the grate and the

wind making the timbers creak.

The ticket window is closed due

to the storm.

No one knows if the train wil stop.

No one even knows if the train

will get through.

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