Shadows in the Sun Page #3

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and every day for five weeks,

I lived through those words.

And to have the talent...

to instill those kinds of feelings

in other people is a gift...

and it just should not be wasted.

- You should have spoken to him like that.

- Like what?

I see the passion that you have for his work.

You should have let him see it.

- Well, I tried.

- No.

You tried to sell him, and I know my father.

He responds to honesty.

You should have tried using some.

If you want another chance...

he'll be at Carina's later.

It's a bar just outside of town.

[Mandolin music playing]

[People chattering]

You don't have the straight.

That, my dear friend,

you will have to pay to find out.

This is interesting.

You're acting like you have it.

You're trying to make me believe you have it.

- So?

- So, in a way, you're lying.

Priests shouldn't lie, Giovanni.

There is no lying in poker.

There is only bluffing.

And God forgives bluffing.

[People chattering]

[Chattering stops]

[Chattering resumes]

What, I can't come have a drink at the bar?

You could have a drink at the hotel.

- Well, I would have, but there's no one there.

- Well, boo-hoo.

Why don't you let me buy you a drink?

Just so you know,

there's no hard feelings about today.

Thank you.

[All toasting in Italian]

Okay. Why don't you ask it? Then you can go.

Ask what?

The question

that's burning a hole in your little brain.

Why did I stop writing?

Okay. Why did you stop writing?

I didn't have anything else to say, Ollie.

Okay, it's that's simple.

WELDON:
Now you can go.

A writer always has something to say.

Oh, now you're an authority.

How the hell do you know what I have to say?

- No, no, no. Mr. Parish, all I'm...

- Look, we said we'd have a drink.

I don't remember anything

about a conversation.

The mere act of accepting an invitation

to have a drink...

implies a certain degree of conversation.

- I hope you don't write like you talk.

- Why? How do I talk?

WELDON:
Like an uptight jockstrap.

Okay. What would you have said?

Actually, I wouldn't have said anything.

I would have gotten the hint

about not wanting to talk.

You're not one of those...

namby-pamby guys

that nurses a drink all night, are you?

Very impressive.

[Belching]

Okay, hasta la bye-bye.

No.

I bought this bottle of wine,

and I intend on finishing it.

[Chuckling]

Eh?

[Sighs]

[Chanting drunkenly]

See you guys tomorrow.

What do you mean, "see you guys tomorrow"?

You said you were going back to London.

No. You said I was going back to London.

[Laughing]

[Grunting]

WELDON:
Hey, kid.

You're too... You've had too much to drink.

We're gonna drive you back to the hotel.

Come on. Come on, come on. Come on.

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