廊桥遗梦 第八章 英2

孙祎卓

ROBERTI wasn't expect company. Let meget this out of the way.

　　He hauls a case of film from the front to the back. Francescanotices his tanned, muscular arm move in one graceful sweep.

　　ROBERT (cont'd)Okay. All set.

　　Francesca smiles. They both get into the truck.

　　ROBERT (cont'd)Now, where are we going?

　　FRANCESCAOut, then right.

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　　EXT. MADISON COUNTY ROAD - DAYAs the truck drives, we see no one else in sight.

　　INT. KINCAID'S TRUCKThey drive in silence. Francesca is enjoying the breeze againsther face.

　　ROBERTPretty country.

　　FRANCESCAHmm-mmm.

　　She looks out at the vast expanse. It depresses her.

　　ROBERTThere's a wonderful smell aboutIowa -- very particular to this partof the country. Do you know what Imean?

　　FRANCESCANo.

　　ROBERTI can't describe it. I think it'sfrom the loam in the soil. This veryrich, earthy kind of... alive...

　　No. No, that's not right. Can yousmell it?

　　FRANCESCA(shakes her head)Maybe it's because I live here.

　　ROBERTThat must be it. It's a great smell.

　　Francesca wants to know more about him.

　　FRANCESCAAre you from Washington originally?

　　ROBERTUh-huh. Lived there till I was twentyor so and then moved to Chicago whenI got married.

　　FRANCESCAOh. When did you move back?

　　ROBERTAfter the divorce.

　　FRANCESCAOh.

　　ROBERTHow long you been married?

　　FRANCESCAUh... uh...

　　(can't remember)Umm... long time.

　　ROBERTYou don't look like a native, if youdon't mind my saying so.

　　FRANCESCANo, I don't mind. I'm not from here.

　　I was born in Italy.

　　ROBERTWell, from Italy to Iowa -- that's astory!

　　(Francesca smiles)Whereabouts in Italy?

　　FRANCESCASmall town on the Eastern side noone's ever heard of called Bari.

　　ROBERTOh yeah, Bari. I've been there.

　　FRANCESCA(surprised)No, really?

　　ROBERTOh, yeah. Actually, I had anassignment in Greece and I had to gothrough Bari to get the boat atBrindisi. But it looked so pretty Igot off and stayed for a few days.

　　Breathtaking country.

　　Francesca is overcome by the idea of such freedom.

　　FRANCESCAYou just... got off the train becauseit looked pretty?

　　ROBERTYeah. Excuse me a sec.

　　He reaches over with one arm, brushing slightly against herthigh. He opens the glove compartment and pulls out a pack ofCamels and a Zippo lighter.

　　ROBERTLike one?

　　Francesca, who doesn't usually smoke, accepts.

　　FRANCESCASure.

　　She takes a cigarette out of the pack. Robert drops the packand, with the same hand, flicks open the Zippo and ignites it.

　　Francesca leans over. The road is bumpy and a breeze blowsthrough both windows.

　　She cups her hands around his to shelter the flame. She feelshis skin for a brief moment.

　　She sits back and enjoys the ride and her cigarette as Robertlights up. Silence. They drive.

　　ROBERTSo, how long you've been living here?

　　FRANCESCALong.

　　(changes subject)You just got off the train and stayedwithout knowing anyone there?

　　ROBERT(laughs)Yeah.