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hwp Man On The Train Script
The Man On The Train
Im out of Trinitrin.
Sorry, Im out of it.
Aspirin.
When will you have some?
Tomorrow.
All right...
Tomorrow...
Ill come back then.
He gave me soluble ones.
Youll need some water.
I live nearby, if you want.
Its not a very lively town.
Here we are.
- You dont lock it? - Never.
Ive lost the key.
Ive lost this key as well.
But I have spares.
Its old.
You noticed.
I prefer the Japanese style:
Paper screens, rice bowls,
Zen minimalism.
It would have killed Mother to see this go.
Still, its fifteen years since she passed on
and its still the same.
I mustnt like change either.
Its not bad.
Youre not saying you like it?
- I do. - Why?
Dunno. Its full of the past.
And boredom.
Talking of boredom,
allow me to introduce...
my first love.
One is marked for life by onanistic practices
in front of a girl painted two centuries earlier.
More vividly,
as my pupils put it back when I taught French,
I owe this young lady a few frenzied
and diligent wanks.
Do you fancy a drink?
Im sorry, I forgot.
Youre not much of a talker.
I tend not to ask questions.
I always wanted to be a silent onlooker.
Meaning?
I walk into a bar.
I dont say a word
but everything changes suddenly.
The women mostly. They check their reflections.
And yet I do nothing.
Just by being there,
Ive sown confusion in their minds.
You watch too many thrillers.
Youre right about that.
Thanks for everything.
Just a glass of water.
Hows your headache?
Ill be all right.
- The hotel... ...is closed. I know.
Tourists are scarce in November.
Just as they are in July.
Come along then.
Ill show you your room.
The familys claim to fame,
Colonel of the th Hussars.
My forefather.
His regiment wasnt required at Austerlitz.
At Echmuhl, he was laid up
after lopping off his ear with his sword.
At Eylau, just before ordering the charge,
he resolved to show a grenadier
how to cock a carbine and blew the side of his head off.
Im very fond of this absurd fellow.
Grandma said I take after him. I believe it,
given my tendency to undermine the highlights of my life.
There, the tour is over.
They say this canvas
was painted in Gicaults studio. Imagine that!
Heres your room.
- Can I stay till Saturday? - Of course.
I have something to do on Saturday myself.
Help yourself to blankets. And change rooms if you like.
But the good thing about this one is it doesnt rain.
This is fine. Thank you.
Ill leave you, then.
A little nightcap?
Not for me.
I cant drink but Id like to.
We can have lunch tomorrow if you like.
Good night.
I do this occasionally. I shouldnt but it keeps me fit.
No need to apologize.
