Sweet Talk Page #5

trigger firmly but slowly so

that the bullet would not go off target.

Now, tell me...

...What you feeling as we walked

our paces?

I'm not gonna tell you.

You were wet, weren't you?

Before I fired, I whispered

your name.

Contessa.

I saw the men rushing to my

husband's side.

I know they wouldn't have rushed

for you.

They would've let you bleed to

death.

What's it like...

to make love to a man who has your husband's blood on his hands?

Ha ha.

I think you're getting ahead of

the story.

Okay.

Okay, where were we?

We were at the train station.

I was waiting for you so that we

could make our escape together.

Okay.

Uh...the count's brother

had trumped-up charges filed

against me.

He claimed I cheated in the duel.

Uh, the police commissioner was

deep in the count's pocket, so

they came to my room.

I fled out the window.

It's snowing more heavily.

There's no way of knowing if the

train that you're waiting for is

even gonna get through.

You have staked your life on one

wild roll of the dice, and the

odds are against you.

I am... I am a wanted man.

And vienna...is a long way off.

All the way to the station, I-I

wondered if you would be there.

If you knew that

somehow I would meet you there.

And we would make our escape

right under the noses of the authorities.

When I saw you standing there

in the station with snow on your collar

I ran to you.

I swept you up in my arms.

So dangerous, so exciting.

And there...

The sleeper to Vienna was

finally pulling in.

We hid out between cars.

I was cold.

I had never been that cold in my

life.

It was worth it, though,

wasn't it?

First time.

Between the cars.

With the... with the snow...

Blowing in your face.

I can still feel your mouth

on my skin.

I was tasting you.

You were devouring me.

I couldn't get enough of you.

We were so hungry.

Ravenous!

It was insane.

It was amazing!

- We could've killed each other.

We could've fallen down the row

of cars.

But we stayed alive!

It was like a dance with death!

Hello?

Are you there?

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Don't c... don't cut out on me

now.

You're not gonna cut out on me,

are you?

It's over.

What?

That's it.

That's all she wrote.

What do you mean it's over?

No, what are you... what... what

about Vienna?

Like the man said, post

coitum...

yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I... that's old news.

I've heard that before.

Slam, bam, thank you, ma'am.

Really?

Hardly.

I gave you a whole Balkan war as

foreplay.

Well, that wasn't enough.

What do you want me to do?

You want me to... to hold you

and tell you I love you?

No, I want...

I want more.

We're through, sweetheart.

- I'm cutting you off.

You can't cut me off!

Oh, I can't?

You called me, remember?

Yeah, but who called

Sweet Talk in the first place?

Who's s-spending money jerking

off over the phone in the first

place, you f***ing perv?!

You f***ing whore!

- That's appropriate, right?!

Oh, nice!

Well, at least I don't walk

around pretending to shoot

people to get off!

Bastard. F*** you!

She wants a relationship.

She wants a f***ing

relationship.

She wants to go to Vienna.

Oh.

All women want to go to Vienna.

- Stud Talk.

- This is Samson. Want to talk?

Listen to me, you little prick.

Hey, hold on, lady.

I need your credit-card number

and expiration date, please.

You are the most arrogant son

of a b*tch I have ever met!

Oh, have we met?

Stop it.

Stop it!

Hey, just f***ing stop it!

Come on!

You can't treat people like that!

You can't start to go to Vienna

and then not go!

Vienna is a state of mind.

You never really get there.

How do you know?

I know.

What's the worst that can happen?

We could get picked up by the

Austrian border patrol.

No, there... there was no

border police then.

Austria-Hungary was one country

in 1914.

Doesn't matter because I get

shot by the firing squad.

They shoot you?

I thought we were gonna get to

go to vienna.

It's not gonna happen.

The train is all we had.

A few stolen hours in between

cars on the Budapest-to-Vienna

night train.

No.

Come on.

Come on, how do you expect two

people with no money and no

connections to escape from a

country after murdering a

well-connected, well-respected count?

It was in a duel.

Not according to the police

chief... a man deeply in the

pockets of the count as we

already established.

Well

I mean, y-you can't just... you

can't just arbitrarily decide

t-that's what happens.

You want your money back?

No, I want to go to Vienna!

And do what?

Live happily ever after?

Get a nice little apartment in a

respectable quarter?

Have children and a governess?

Walk along the river?

Visit Strauss? What?

- Aren't you gonna get your phone?

- You may as well get it.

We're not going anywhere.

What do you want?

What do you mean what do I

want?

What do you want to go to Vienna?

You got a credit card?

Come on.

Okay.

And I want to drive.

Oh, really?

Mm-hmm.

I want to be the one who gets to

decide what happens this time.

Okay, but don't say I didn't

warn you.

- Okay.

You...

are a man who has...

lost the use of his arms and legs.

Oh, God.

And his voice.

It's Vienna.

You've got your own in Vienna?

Everybody's got their own Vienna.

It was a year after the anschluss.

There are swastikas on public

buildings.

Everywhere, you can hear the...

The sound of hobnail boots.

The summer... it was long...

And hot.

In a respectable part of the

city where people still tended

to their gardens as if the world

still made sense...

A woman lives amongst...

Potted plants and overstuffed

furniture.

She works as...

I work at night as a private

nurse for an invalid.

I return home as the sun rises

over the city.

I sleep till noon.

And then I bathe in cold water.

I powder my body, and I, um...

I play my cello.

As if these gestures would

somehow make the hobnail boots

disappear.

I know what's going on.

I have no more illusions.

In the world I live in, there is

no room for illusion.

You...

are my patient.

You're a member of the

underground who's lost the use

of... of his arms and legs, and

nobody knows exactly how.

It's... it's a secret.

You're either...

You're either unwilling or just

unable to tell.

- You're alone in your room with no voice.

All you have is your eyes.

Your dark...

Feverish eyes.

There are several of us, and

we... we come and go on our

shifts.

The others... they treat you

like a plant that has to be

watered.

Sometimes they do try and get a

reaction out of you.

But you don't give in.

Even during your sponge bathes

when they try and get you to

betray yourself.

You refuse to react.

Your... your contempt is utter

and complete.

- I sit at the end of the hall.

Uh, it makes me uncomfortable to

be in the same room with you.

- Once an hour, I check on you.

- And I always catch you with your

eyes open as if you never sleep.

- Feels like you're looking at me.

Feels like you're looking at me.

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