An Ordinary Man Page #4

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Lesson six.

Six is the dog's bollocks.

Six is the sport of kings.

[belches]

Six will show what

you're really made of,

your fire,

your quality of mercy.

Never met a military man

who didn't like the game.

Napoleon himself loved playing

simultaneous games

with his marshals.

And who do you think won,

and he was just a short f***.

You are much taller

than Napoleon.

Come on, I even made

my enemies play,

and they respected me for it.

I know, you're thinking,

you're thinking, well, sure,

f***ers let you win,

otherwise you'd shoot them.

Not true, not true.

Play to win, yes,

but I respect my opponents,

even those blue-hat NATO fucks,

God love 'em.

So friend or foe,

you take me on.

- Take me on, damn it.

- I can't.

- What?

- I don't know how to play.

- Try.

- I can't.

Fight, damn it!

Worthless, worthless, you are.

Go!

If you won't fight, go.

What, are you deaf as well?

Go.

- What, you'd let me?

- Let you?

Are you a f***ing hostage?

Haven't you read?

I don't take hostages.

Go, out of my sight!

But I expect you back, maid.

You're mine now.

Worthless, but mine.

[door slams]

[music from radio]

[man on radio]

Music from the Native Suns,

guests of tomorrow evening's

Dance of Traditions

at Baron's Hall.

Doors open at 7:
00.

[ping pong ball bouncing]

[train squeals]

[music on radio]

[frying pan sizzling]

You really can't cook,

can you?

[laughs]

It's f***ing dreadful.

Hm.

Good morning.

You'll need that.

So, which of us is

the most surprised?

What choice did I have?

You kidnapped Mrs. Boscovich.

And I assume

you pay in cash?

Last night...

You didn't ask

one question, not one.

I know a thousand journalists

would cut off

their right testicle just

for the chance, both, in fact.

Yet you...

So this is the state

of youth today,

complete disinterest?

Or is it fear?

Are you afraid of me?

- It's really none of my concern.

- My actions?

And yet, aren't you

the least bit curious?

Not in the slightest?

Is he, in fact, the devil?

It's none of my concern.

No questions.

No judgment.

I don't know

if I believe you.

You see, I...

I've no such luxury.

I'm old,

and I do have questions.

I want answers, maid.

Show me your life.

You've seen mine

in all its glory.

Your turn.

The life of a city girl.

Today, I am your pupil.

[slow piano music]

[chattering]

God, were we ever

so unappealing?

Which one were you,

where is Tanja in this mix?

Nowhere. I hid.

Empty classrooms, second floor,

mostly, until lunch was over.

- Hid?

- With a book.

Why?

What, you blind?

Look at them.

Hid, every day?

That's a lot of books.

You were smart.

Too smart.

Why do you think I hid?

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