Sweet Talk Page #4

I'm alone.

Who else would be waiting for a

train at this hour?

What about the assassin?

He's on his way...

Slipping through roadblocks.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

What?

Oh, he's there.

Who's there?

Uh, the man.

What man?

The silent man.

Who's that?

It's... oh, God.

It's this man.

He... he always shows up.

What's he doing there?

I don't know.

He's staring at me?

I don't know!

What the hell is he doing?

You don't know?

Sh*t! I don't...

I don't want him here!

Well, get rid of him!

It's your train station!

I can't!

Tell him to get the f*** out

of there!

Hey.

This is Budapest.

I run things here, okay?

So get out of here.

Do you hear me?

He won't go. He's not moving.

Sh*t!

You know what?

Let's just... let's just forget

this.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Don't st... we can't stop now.

This is just getting interesting.

No, it's not.

It is. It is!

What is the silent man doing there?

I don't... he just...

I don't know.

He... he just appears when I

don't want him to, and I can't

get rid of him.

Look.

People just don't wander into a

train station in Budapest for no reason.

There's got to be a reason he's there!

Oh! All right!

There!

YOu're a shrink now?

Look, I'm not...

I'm on your side, here.

Right.

All right.

Let's go back there.

Let's... let's go back and see

what happens.

I don't want to.

Hold on. Hold on!

You have the wrong number.

Sorry!

Let's go back at dawn.

The light is... is special then.

You'll love it.

And, besides, the... the train

needs time to get through the

snowbanks, right?

Are you serious?

It's the hour of duels and

executions, where everything is

possible.

We'll get some rest, and we'll

go back.

Call me at dawn.

I don't have your number.

I'm in the book.

Samson. No "p." Third one down.

Samson?

Samson. That's really your name.

Why do you think I called you?

Well, I can't call you.

My boss checks the phones.

I would get fired.

We don't go anywhere

worthwhile without taking a

little risk.

Why can't you call me?

I could!

But I'm not going to.

Samson. No "p." Third one down.

See you at dawn.

Hello?

I don't f***ing believe this.

Don't wait up, Leon.

Oh, hey! Hey, come here!

Come here! Come here!

Come here! Come on! Come on!

How you doing? How you doing?

What are you doing?

How you doing tonight, huh?

How you doing? You hanging out?

Wait. Where you going?

Where you going?

Good morning.

What? Oh. No, no. No, no.

We're... we're down right now.

I'm sorry.

Ye... computer malfunction. Yeah.

Uh, why don't you call back at

noon and talk to Ginny?

Take a cold shower.

Hello?

Uh, it's me.

You!

Delilah.

Remember?

B-Budapest, the contessa, train

station, fur coat?

Yes! Morning!

Hi! Did I wake you?

Mnh-mnh!

No!

No, I'm always up...

This early when a beautiful

woman is waiting for me at a

train station.

The sun's up.

Yeah, looks like it.

So, you want to do this?

Yeah! Yes. Yes! Absolutely!

Hang on.

Hang on.

Okay. Yes. Let's do this.

Okay.

How do we start?

We, uh...

we set the scene.

What year are we in again?

1914.

Yes!

Yes.

The world...

Is on the precipice of disaster.

Yes.

I'm waiting for you in the

railroad station.

Wait! No, no! Slow down.

We haven't got there yet!

We have to... we have to meet first!

Oh. Where do we meet?

Uh... At a party...

In a mansion just outside of

town.

It's, uh... it's a winter night.

It's unseasonably warm for

March, but there is a smell of

snow in the air.

What should I be wearing?

Uh...

How about something from...

Chanel?

Chanel was more 1920s.

Let's do something, um...

let's do something Edwardian.

Great!

Sounds great.

And what about you?

What are you wearing?

Don't say baseball uniform.

I think I have just the thing.

What is it?

A tuxedo.

Ooh, classy.

Yeah.

Do you have a sword?

I don't know!

Am I gonna need one?

I think you might!

And I think it's gonna have to

be sharp enough to decapitate my

husband.

He's very jealous.

You know, he once had a gardener

badly beaten for staring at me.

Well, men should not marry

beautiful women if they don't

want them stared at.

Well, the count has fought

duels with men younger than you,

and won.

And that's where we start...

the duel... At dawn.

The count... Had surprised us on

the terrace.

He threw down his glove.

No, we can't do that, because

the contessa and the assassin

have not yet met.

But we have to... we have to

fight the duel before it gets

too light.

First thing's first... the

party.

Now, if you'll excuse me...

I have to go get dressed.

Strauss' Tales from the Vienna Woods

So, what do we say?

Nothing.

Everything has already been said

with our eyes.

It's Budapest.

Words are inevitable.

Thank you.

You're very beautiful.

I don't accept compliments

from men I don't know.

You know me.

I do?

I saw the way you looked at me.

That's very presumptuous of you.

Perhaps.

But accurate.

My husband will notice my absence.

Where is the count?

He's discussing war with

Baron Belaska.

The Pederast?

The wealthy landowner.

It is a shame to discuss war

on a... Night like this.

Perhaps, but as you know, the

Serbians are encroaching on the

empire's territory.

Well, the Serbians don't

understand why they should be

under the influence of Vienna.

Politics bore me...

Schubert's "Ave Maria"

...As do Schubert Lieder.

Do you know...

That you're even more beautiful

up close?

Most women cannot bear close scrutiny.

Do you know a lot of women?

I know you.

Your face is hard.

You've suffered greatly.

No more than is necessary in

my line of work.

Which is...?

Let us say...

I am a facilitator...

Of men's fates.

The count will be wondering

where I am.

If he finds us in a compromising

position,

he will throw down his glove.

So much the better.

My darling?

Good evening, count!

I'd be delighted.

The clearing to the right of

the stable.

Anywhere you wish.

Pistols.

Of course!

I assume you'll need a second.

Oh, I'm afraid I will.

I'll provide you with one.

Till then...

Sir.

My darling.

Don't worry.

One of us will remain alive to

worship you.

Schubert's "Ave Maria"

Gratia plena

Maria, gratia plena

the count had no idea he was

dealing with a man who knew a

thing or two about pistols.

It started to grow cold at dawn.

My head was still tipsy from the

champagne...

And the smell of your perfume.

I tried to focus on the

trajectory of the bullet, to

reduce it all to a technical

problem of the profession.

And what were you doing as I was

calculating the coordinates of

your husband's heart?

I could barely make you out

in the distance.

My body was trembling.

I wanted it to be over, but I

wanted it to last forever.

Like making love?

Like the anticipation of

making love.

The duel began.

I walked away from my rival

without emotion...

Coldly...

Listening to the birds in the

trees across the lake.

Inside, I was empty.

Concentrating...

On the business of squeezing the

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