When Night Is Falling Page #4

tits, Sweet-pea.

-Petra...

Petra, stop!

-What?

[ a man ]:

Oh, dear, trouble in paradise.

-Camille, I'm sorry.

-That was vulgar!

-It was not, Camille.

It was just fun.

-It was tasteless and...

and crass!

-Yeah, well... you're...

Are you ashamed of me?

What, I'm your dirty

little secret?

-Petra... I just don't like

being laughed at.

-Oh, really.

Well, aren't you cute!

Hey! Good luck, then,

sweetheart,

'cause these are some

of the kindest people

in the world, Camille.

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lf you can't handle a little fun

here, what are you gonna do

when the really mean f***ers

of the world

start making fun of you? Huh?

Cause they will, you know.

They'll use it against you

and they'll be laughing up

a storm, Camille.

-Not if you show

a little dignity.

-Dignity?

Wha...

What could be more dignified

than dancing with the person

I adore?

[ Martin ]:
Camille, it's me.

I'm at the island airport,

I'm back in town.

I got them to switch around

my second lecture

so I could get back sooner.

Huh... You must be out

walking Bob.

Anyway.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Huh... I'm gonna come over

to your place right now and...

I've missed you, sweetheart.

I'll be right over.

Hello!

-I love your sex.

I love your wisdom and the...

way you say ''switcheroo''.

I love that sadness that you get

in your eyes sometimes.

And other stuff.

-But?

-But...

we might be leaving tomorrow

and I can't stay

and you can't leave.

[ answering machine ]: Your

mailbox has no new messages.

If you would like

to change your--

-Why are you so defeatist?

-'Cause I've loved before, see?

And lost.

-I know what my obligations

are...

[ people arguing ]

-Pardon me.

Makes sense to anyone here?

-She's over there,

in the black trailer.

-Okay, thank you.

-Listen...

I love to look at you.

I love to talk to you.

I love your openness,

I love what you do,

I love...

I love you.

-Everything gets ordinary

eventually.

-Ordinary with you

would be... wild.

-What would you do in a circus?

-Well, I have a few ideas.

-I smoke pot.

-I drink. Cherry brandy.

-I don't know.

Make your own decisions.

-But do you want me?

-Something awful!

-What's your name?

-Petra.

-l'm Martin.

-Excuse-me.

Would you like a drink of cider?

-No. Thanks.

-Can I do anything?

-No. But thank you.

-She answers a kind of...

wordless question in me.

Yeah, that's good, that's good.

A wordless question.

A wordless question.

I can explain.

I...

No, in fact, I can't.

-It's okay.

I know he meant a lot to you.

-Huh... yeah.

Well...

Don't bother telling me

it's neurotic.

-It's probably hard to talk

about without feeling...

foolish?

-Well... it is foolish.

I...

I distracted myself.

-I could've been

a little more receptive.

I mean, the pressure of

the promotion, my proposal...

It probably shook you

to your foundations. Hum?

-Well...

-You probably hardly recognized

yourself.

-I...

Martin, I...

I wanted to talk to you

about something.

-I'll help you bury him.

-Thank you.

I have something to say--

-Are you not gonna ask me

about my trip?

-I'm trying to say something--

-It was wonderful.

They're gonna publish

my speeches

in the bi-annual review.

-That's great.

-And there was a...

a beautiful talk by...

by some guy from Sweden,

just at the end, about silence.

And he said this contemporary

obsession to voice everything

sometimes does more damage

than good,

and that the only real dialogue

is with God.

And it felt... true.

-But... I rememberyou saying

that when you hide one thing,

you hide many.

-He was saying that sometimes,

it's selfish to give yourself

the relief of saying something

when the consequences

far outweigh the relief.

See?

Anyway, I'll help you

take care of Bob.

-You said that.

Martin, listen...

-No. No, you listen.

This is what I know.

I love you.

For we have something,

you and me, don't we?

-Of course we do. Yes.

-I can understand everything.

I mean, I'm not such a bad deal.

-No, you're not a bad deal.

-These things pass.

-What things?

-These... passing things.

Just think, please.

Please, just think

before you speak.

Okay?

You are what you say you are,

Camille.

Just be careful when you say it.

-I'm sorry.

[ Petra ]:
Camille, it's me.

I hope you're okay.

Listen, we're leaving tonight.

I thought maybe you wanted to...

Oh God, I don't know

what I thought.

Just call me. Please.

-Coffee?

-We're off, gentlemen.

-...I said, ''Why don't

you prove it, scumbag?

Give me one good reason why

I should believe your bullshit.''

And he had nothing to say.

The guy dropped right down

to his knees.

-Oh, sh*t! Hang on,

I dropped the hang strap.

Oh, sh*t... Hey, guys?

Come here!

-What?

-Come here!

There's a body.

-Oh, Jesus!

Hey...

This is the woman that was

gliding with Petra

the other day.

-I can't tell

if she's breathing.

-We should call an ambulance.

-I'll get to a phone.

-I'll go back and get the stuff

from the truck.

-Yeah.

[ phone ringing ]

-Hello?...

Well...

Where?

[ tires screeching ]

[ siren wailing ]

Where is she?

-She's in here.

-What happened?

-I don't know.

We just found her.

I think she was drunk.

-How is she?

-She... hypothermia.

I don't know.

-Well, can't we get her

into town?

-The ambulance is supposed

to get here any minute.

-Can we at least put her

in your truck or something?

-No. They said, "Don't move her.

Just keep her warm."

-The best thing to do

for a hypothermia victim...

[ The voice becomes an echo. ]

[ whispering ]:

Please, please, fate...

God, Zeus...

Science...

Anybody...

Okay...

I promise to love her

and I promise to cherish her...

And to follow her

and to lead her anywhere...

-Yes...

-Oh!

"Hallelujah"

"Hallelujah"

"Hallelujah"

"Hallelujah"

"Hallelujah"

"Hallelujah"

"Hallelujah"

"Hallelujah"

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