Savage Grace Page #6

esta la aeroplane de Nice?

- Landing? When it lands?

- Oh, it's been delayed.

So, 6p. m.

Anytime after that.

Paging Mr. Baekeland -

to the Aviaco counter, please.

Paging, please, Mr. Baekeland -

to Aviaco.

Your party is waiting.

Boarding time's at 1:30, no?

Let me see.

Yeah, it's 1:
30.

Come, darling.

Coward!

Cobarde!

Cobarde!

That's right, that's you

I'm talking about you, little puta.

You little whore!

- An no estamos embarcando.

- Seor, por favor.

You are truly disgusting,

do you know that?

You and your little Spanish c*nt.

- You're speaking too loudly.

- I am speaking of a c*nt, half your age.

She looked at Tony, looked at you,

thought for about five seconds,

and said to herself,

"Ha! That's where the money is. "

Entiendes?

You go on about your grandfather

and the life of the f***ing mind.

I go away for one week,

and what do you do?

Something very intellectual.

Very intellectual indeed.

Oh, does he f*** you up the ass?

Por el culo?

That's what he likes, you know.

He thinks it's very manly.

I think... quite the opposite.

She bats her eyes at you and says:

"Oh, Brooks, you...

"you big man, you. "

And you honor the great

Baekeland tradition by f***ing her.

OK... f*** her.

F*** her. I understand.

But leave me?

Break my heart?

Break Tony's?

He never broke Tony's heart.

And neither did I.

Much of what you've just said

is an amalgam of paranoia and spite.

Sell yourself to yourself any way you like,

but in your heart, you know.

So does everyone else.

Also...

you're a little old for this,

don't you think?

No lleva equipaje?

No tengo.

You are a very nice man.

Un... hombre... encantador.

Jake was like a devil...

or a magician.

Nothing is true.

Everything is permitted.

He wore little bones and things

on his vest - these certain little bones.

Tony! Jake!

- You might have knocked.

- I did.

I went to the airport today,

to pick up Sam.

Who should I see but your father?

We had a word or two,

I can tell you that.

You can tell me,

you are telling me.

- Don't get harsh with me.

- I'm sorry.

Are you defending him?

Are you taking his side?

You must have had a long drive.

Sit down and let me pour you

something to drink, OK?

So I told Sam

you'd be joining us for dinner.

I'll see you around nine.

How can you live in this shithole?

Sam was often called a walker-

one of those homosexuals who escort

wealthy women to dinner or to the opera

when their husbands are not able.

But Sam's devotion to Barbara

was never about the money.

In fact, he liked us more

when there was less of it.

Do you remember how it was

with Maxime de la Falaise?

There was a difficult period.

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