Wild Orchid Page #3

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I've always hated roast beef,|even when I was a kid,

and I've never had the heart|to tell my mother.

What happened in that room?

I really don't want to go|any further.

If you don't tell me...

then I'm going to go|over there and ask them myself.

You wouldn't.

Please, don't.

It's just that I know I won't|be able to sleep tonight...

unless I hear the end|of the story.

Whatever happened in that room|left its mark on them.

They never made it to the room.

He refused to stay there,|remember?

So he left?

He left her alone|in the lobby...

feeling what she felt...

wanting what she wanted?

She was livid.

She wanted to get even.

So she looked around.

Saw another man?

She caught him reflected|in the mirror watching her.

And she didn't run away?

No, she didn't run away.

She waited|until the desk clerk...

went into the dining room|for dinner...

and then she moved|into the office.

The door was hanging|half off its hinges.

Anyone could have seen them.

Who saw them, Emily?

Didn't you?

Come with me.

There's something|I want to show you.

Pick it up.

You're not going|to believe this.

I'm in a goddamn wedding.

Elliot's niece|really did get married.

Listen!

Twisting on a rooftop|in Buenos Aires.

I feel like|I'm in a f***ing time warp.

Elliot, say hello to Emily.

Never mind.|You'll meet him in Rio.

If I have to, I'll bring him|back on a goddamn leash.

Now listen, Emily,|I want to wrap this thing up...

the minute we land in Rio...

so set up a meeting|at the airport...

and don't you take no|for an answer.

I'm not used to women|running away from me.

And I'm not used to|men in masks biting my neck.

I think you have me|confused with someone else.

That's not my style, Emily.

He looked like you.

He felt like you.

How do you know|what I feel like?

Look, however I offended you...

if I offended you...

I'd like to make it up to you.

I'll pick you up at noon.

There's some places|I'd like to show you...

and some things|I'm sure you'd like to see.

And how would you know|what I like?

Instinct.

I'm sorry. I can't.

I have too much work to do.

In that case,|I'll pick you up at 3:00.

You weren't too far off.|They didn't meet in Switzerland.

They met in Monaco|at the Grand Prix.

And he wasn't a ski instructor.|He was a race car driver.

And he didn't have a busted leg.

He had an infected tooth.

I took the liberty|of introducing myself to them...

after you'd left.

Otto and Hanna Munch of Munich.

The bikes are my pride and joy.

Vestiges of my lost youth.

I take them with me everywhere.

Otto never rode|on a Harley, so...

Harley f***ing Davidson, U.S.A.!

See that sailor dancing|all alone over there?

He's got a gun in his sock.

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