The Most Dangerous Game Page #2

countrymen, he is a bit of a savage.

Smile, Ivan.

I was trying to make him understand

there'd been a shipwreck in the channel.

But how appalling!

And you mean to say

that you are the only survivor?

Yes, I'm afraid I am.

You're certain?

I'd have never left the spot

if I hadn't been.

The swellest crowd on Earth...

my best friends.

- It's incredible.

- Such things are always incredible.

Death is for others,

not for ourselves.

That is how most

of my other guests have felt.

Your other guests?

You mean this has happened before?

My fellow, we have several survivors

from the last wreck still in the house.

It would seem that this island

were cursed.

That's just what the captain said.

Only he thought

it was uninhabited.

We Cossacks find our inspiration

in solitude.

- Well, it's a break for me, anyway.

- My house is yours.

Oh, by the way. You'll want to change

those wet rags immediately.

Yes. They look

about the way I feel.

Yes.

I have some loose hunting clothes

which I keep for my guests...

that you can possibly

get into.

Lvan will show you

to your room.

- Thank you.

- You'll find a stiff drink there also.

Thanks a lot.

All pleasure is mine.

Come in.

- Ready, Rainsford?

- All set.

I'm afraid

we have finished dinner.

But I have ordered

something for you.

Thanks. I don't feel

like eating, though.

Oh. Well, perhaps later.

Now, then,

what do you say to coffee...

and most charming company?

It is hard to forget

your comrades' fate, I know...

but our feminine guest

is easily perturbed.

If I could beg you to put

a good face upon the matter.

A- Assume a cheerfulness

you may not feel.

- Why, sure. Of course.

- Thank you.

Miss Trowbridge, may I present

Mr. Robert Rainsford.

- Miss Eve Trowbridge.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- And her brother, Mr. Martin Trowbridge.

How are you, old chap?

Pretty well shaken up, I guess, huh?

- Coming out of it now, thanks.

- We know how it feels, don't we, Eve?

Indeed we do.

Perhaps Mr. Rainsford would like

some hot coffee.

Oh, yes, of course.

Mr. Rainsford, please sit here.

Vodka, that's the stuff!

One shot'll dry you out quicker

than all the coffee in Java.

Have to toss it off, though.

Like this.

Now, Martin, you don't have

to drink it all tonight, do you?

Don't be ridiculous, sis.

We are victims of circumstance.

Same as Mr. Rainsford.

And if anyone has a right to his liquor,

it's a victim of circumstance.

- Isn't that so, Count?

- Of course, yes.

- You were in a shipwreck too?

- Yes.

Our lifeboat

was the only one saved...

my brother and I

and two sailors.

The count found us on the beach with

nothing but the clothes on our backs.

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