Oe afternoon train, making a quick stop in Vienna headed directly to Frahe passengers inside were exhausted from a long train journey. Some slept amidst the inve movement of the carriages shaking from the itent motion.

  e, a young blonde of twenty years, perhaps twenty-two at most, was curled up in her seat pletely absorbed in Gee Bataille's Eye of the Sun. She was surprisingly beautiful, downpying the akeup, wearing a loose dress and blue ft shoes without ces.

  A few seats down, Jesse, a twenty-year-old, was engrossed in a book about the history of the Crusades, delving into the wars of a crusade, the first crusade, its repercussions, and the Christian chivalry fighting solely by the grace of God.

  Both lost in their respective readings, were interrupted by a couple, shouting with such dismay that their r cries disturbed the previous peaow absent among the passengers. e suddenly got up, grabbed her bag, and looked around for a new seat to avoid them. She stops in front of Jesse, and before sitting, they make visible eye tact. The moment to create a e bees existent. Both smiled, avoiding the evident tension after the ghey exged.

  Jessi/Billy - who had carefully applied a bit of makeup earlier to give himself a more mase loer, taking away a bit of innoce with slight adjustments.

  Just as they both want to engage in reading, the couple of spouses stand up furiously and leave through the aisles. Both realize they're looking at the couple, then they look at each other. Jessi makes a funny face, interrupting the silence.

  Jessi tries to speak.

  He tries to swallow to gather strength; he doesn't usually talk to pretty women. If he does, it's just that this one is particurly beautiful to his eyes.

  -Do you have any idea why they're arguing? Do you speak English? - said Jessi/Billy.

  -Yes. But no, I don't know. My German isn't that good, - said e/Julie. - Have you heard that as couples age, they lose the ability to listen to each other? -

  -Really? - said Jessi/Billy.

  -Supposedly, men lose the ability to hear high-pitched sounds, and womeually lose their hearing in the low. I guess they sort of cel each other out or something, - said e.

  -I suppose that must be nature's way of allowing couples to grow old together and not kill each other, - said Jesse.

  There's a slightly awkward moment where they don't know whether to keep talking or not; she looks back at her book, but he keeps looking at her, a bit oddly.

  -What are you reading? - Jesse asked.

  She just raises the book for him to see what it's about.

  -And you? - the girl asks back.

  He shows his book on medieval history, whily raises one she doesn't have much to say about. Jessi seems like he's about to give up on the versation.

  -There are so many odd people orain, aren't there? Last week, on my way to Budapest, I was sitting talking to four other people in the lounge car, and it turned out that three of them had killed people, - says e.

  -No way, - responds Jesse.

  -, one was a war veteran, another had killed her boyfriend, and another had caused a car act, - says e.

  -So, I was the only one who hadn't killed anyone? - says Jesse.

  -No, I was one of them. What do you think? - says e.

  Jessi/Billy makes a fabarrassment. She ughs like a bell, being one herself.

  -I see, I thought for a moment you were a war veteran. heless, I know what you mean. I've met some weirdos. The other day, this British guy was sitting in front of me who kept throwing his body against the back of his chair, shouting that we should all unite and stop the train: 'Everyone, we stop teology now. All together...' - says Billy, demonstrating how he threw himself against the seat.

  -What do you think happened? - asked e.

  -Well, you know, some others and I tried for a while, but we couldn't stop the teology, - said Jesse.

  Again, the wife who had previously stormed out returns suddenly, and the argument resumes right in front of them.

  -I was thinking of going to the lounge car soon. Do you want to e? - Jesse asked.

  -We better head over, - said e, walking towards the door.

  -Cut, - said the director, ecstatic about the perfect se they just captured.

  -Julie, - called the director, Richard Linkter. "You have to see this se," he said.

  There was a certain work aura betweewo; each worked at a slow pace, reviewing the shots carefully, from slight adjustments in the frame to the extras, and the dialogue. It was the fourth take, shot from multiple ao determine which would be the appropriate rec for the rest of the film. What was curious was that they were actually on a moving train, heading to Vienna, nothing like adding realism to the film, already shot with only two cameras and minimal lighting.

  Billy was reading the medieval book; it was iing. With Julie, they had bought some sed-hand books written in English; she read in Frend was teag him a bit.

  -Awesome, - said Julie.

  There was a thumbs-up, which made Billy happy.

  -What do we do now? - asked Billy.

  -Well, we have to wait until we get to Vienna. We've already dohe recs while the train is moving. Now it's your turn, the guy who ihe girl to walk around Vienna in a dariure, - said Julie.

  -I hope e says yes; I would be embarrassed if she left the train with her, - said Billy.

  -I'd worry more about filming quickly, although your performance has been more than perfect, and you usually fit the script to a T. We only have 45 minutes before the trais; we must film all the ses as quickly as possible, -said Julie.

  -Try not t us, Julie, - said Billy.

  Julie made a gesture of offense. - Mr. Perfect, I hope you know well that I am the one who enhahe performance; you're just the pretty face that attracts women to the ema. I, oher hand, am the muse of filmmakers, - said Julie.

  They had been w hard for two weeks, method ag, pying lovers, walking from one pce to another, finding sorrow and embarrassment, being intimate without crossing the lihey gained somethiing, an accumution of i, even Richard had joked that he could cut the tension with a kit knife, pointing at himself, cutting the air with a khe evidence he provided was necessary for the film. Sometimes, Billy's voice faltered wheried to say something; he was deep into the role, like Julie, blending essend sharing thoughts.

  -Maybe you should read it, - said Julie, handing him Gee Bataille's Eye. - I fi st night, in a marathon; I hardly slept, but it was worth it to delve into the author's ironic perspective. Well, I wouldn't call it ironic, - said Julie, pg her hand on his elbow. For the fifteen minutes, Billy could only focus on Julie's hand, how her thin hands felt through, it was so human that his body was screaming at him to kiss her with the strength and possessiveness of a wolf. Ad her, but also dev her entirely.

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