The Two Faces of January Page #3

Grandfather.

Actually, it's the same name.

Asterius, Asterion...

it's just a different pronunciation.

It means the same thing.

- But it is confusing.

- Mmm.

Who knew?

- Where did you live?

- On Hudson and 11th.

I shared an apartment

with three Barnard...

I'm fading. I don't know if

I can stay up much longer.

Well, order some coffee.

I think I'm gonna have

another scotch.

So how did the two of you meet?

I crashed one of his

parties with a girlfriend.

It was like nothing

I'd ever seen.

There was champagne and caviar

and millionaires everywhere.

Garcon!

May I have a cigarette, please?

Whiskey.

And a whiskey.

Thank you.

- Sorry.

- Thank you.

You must be awfully...

Good at languages to pick

up Greek so quickly.

I had a head start. My father

made me and my sisters

learn different languages

since we could

practically speak,

so every month it would

be a different language...

French and then Italian,

- then Russian.

- Russian?

Can I keep the bottle?

And the thing is when he'd

overhear us speaking English

we'd get demerits. There was

this chart in the hall.

Even my poor mother would

get on it now and then.

And what did your father do?

He was a Professor

of archeology at Harvard.

- Wow.

- Yeah.

He certainly thought so.

And you don't?

Listen, my old man drove

a truck for a living.

He didn't teach us very good

English, never mind French

or Russian.

Impressive.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

It is.

I'd like to dance.

Okay, yeah, all right.

May I finish my scotch first?

Rydal?

Uh...

Knock yourself out.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

- Let me help you.

- I got it!

Honey... honey!

I just want to sit here

- and finish my cigarette.

- Are you sure you're all right?

Stop asking me that!

The bus leaves in a few hours.

We'll just...

Have to hang in there.

Go ahead, I'll catch up.

- Hey, I hope that...

- you know what?

Just run along, Rydal.

Run along.

I bet you wish you never met us.

No.

No, I'm glad I did.

He's mad at himself.

Not you.

Sh*t.

Oh.

Uh, kafe parakalo.

Kafe?

And, uh...

One of them.

- Donut?

- Donut.

Yeah, donut.

Morning.

I brought you a Greek donut.

Thanks.

It's good.

I heard the sea when I woke up

and I thought we were back at

the beach house on long island.

Hey.

When we get our new passports,

I'll straighten things out

with those guys in New York.

We'll be home soon.

Morning.

- Morning.

- Ahem.

Oh whew. We should get going

if we're gonna catch the bus.

- Thanks.

- Hey, Rydal?

How long are we stopping here?

I don't know. It depends how long

the bus driver takes to eat.

Can I get you something?

Uh...

Yeah, a beer'd be nice.

Okay. I got it.

Hey, Rydal?

Uh...

I want to apologize for last night.

I was out of line.

Colette told me your dad passed

away recently. I didn't know.

I'm sorry.

He died. It's all over the news.

You have to turn yourself in.

It was self-defense.

They mention any suspects?

No, but they have...

they have your passports.

It's just a matter of time.

If you turn yourself in...

they'll arrest you

as an accomplice.

Witnesses saw both of us with

the body in the hotel hallway.

You arranged

fake passports for us.

- No no no.

- You accompanied us to Crete.

And now you're carrying what? An extra

$1,000 of my money in your pocket?

I'm trying to help you.

I know.

I know you are.

Did you know he was dead?

Colette doesn't.

I'd prefer it

if she didn't find out.

I'm finally in a good mood

and now you two are sulking.

What's the matter?

- I'm just a little tired.

- I bet I can make you laugh.

Oh, finish your O-Zo

and I'll try again.

It's "ouzo."

O-u-z-o. Four letters.

Well, it tastes like

gasoline to me.

Hey, you want to share

some oysters, hon?

The guidebook says it's a bad

idea to eat shellfish here.

The Greeks have only been doing

it for thousands of years,

but I'm sure your parochial

guidebook's probably right.

Better to eat shellfish

from some dirty New York kitchen

than right here by the sea where

it's caught in front of your eyes.

- I wish I was in New York right now.

- Oh, skip it.

Of course we can't

go back to New York.

We can't go anywhere in the states

because Chester's business ventures

- have been such a huge success.

- There's three of us here at the table.

I'm sure Rydal doesn't

want to hear

you whine about

how homesick you are.

All right, why don't you

lay off her?

Who, my wife?

- Don't rise to it.

- No, let him.

Let's hear what's on his mind.

Don't you ever speak

to me like that again.

Or what?

Are we gonna talk about this?

We had an argument.

There's nothing to talk about.

Are you sure?

Is there gonna be another

black mark against me?

Look, I got upset because

I don't like you discussing

my business in front of him.

He could use it against us.

Oh. That's ridiculous.

Is it? He's done

nothing but lie to us.

I mean do you believe any

of that Harvard Yale crap?

I don't really care.

It's not like we've been

straight with him.

Why are you defending him?

Because I like him.

And I appreciate

what he's doing for us.

You like him.

I didn't mean it like that.

Nai?

It's me.

One second.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Just thought I'd take a walk,

but I don't know what there is

to see in this town.

Uh, ruins.

Your room's smaller than ours.

Well, there's only one of me.

Anything interesting happening

- in the outside world?

- Uh...

Soccer.

- Where's Chester?

- Oh, he was up all night.

He's taken a sleeping pill.

Hmm.

You keep a diary?

Yeah, it's just

notes for my work.

Anything about me and Chester?

Maybe there's a line or two.

You coming with me?

For a walk.

Sure, yeah, I'll come with you.

Good.

Sweetie?

Uh, excuse me.

I have no idea where I am.

I, uh... how do I get downtown?

Kentro... Citta?

You know,

where the people gather?

Whiskey?

Whiskey.

Tell the driver that

I just want to drive around.

- I'm looking for my wife.

- Okay.

Wife, sure, yes.

- Go inside.

- Okay.

Oh, my friend, you pay first.

- Pay first?

- Yes!

- How much is it?

- I show you, I show you, I show you.

- Where are you going?

- Where are you going?

- I don't know where I'm going. Just tell him...

- 50.

50 yeah, okay. Thanks.

- Go inside.

- You understand I just want to drive around?

Good luck with your wife.

Hang on, stop stop

stop stop stop.

Stop stop.

Colette!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Hey!

Son of a b*tch!

He punched me, he punched me!

Stop, stop stop,

the cops are here.

Go. Get out of here!

Ah, he just sucker-punched me.

Shh, come on, shh, come on.

- Where the hell were you, anyway?

- Be careful.

- Where have you guys been?

- Shh, please please calm down.

- Did you sleep with him?

- Shh. No.

You see what he's doing?

He's trying to tear us apart

- this whole trip!

- No! Calm down.

He told you, didn't he?

Did he tell you?

- What are you talking about?

- He was...

- told me what?

- The guy hit his head!

All right? He had a gun,

what am I supposed to do?

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