Steve:
[as she sits at her dressing table]
You know you're beautiful... even in clothes.
[the clink of champagne glasses, and he kisses her on the back of her head]
Vanessa Shelton:
[ice princess]
I know. There's no need for a toast and flowers, Steve. There'll be lots of them afterwards.
Steve:
It Isn't for the ceremony, it's for us. Celebrating
[pops bottle]
Steve:
the good news.
[gestures towards maid, and she leaves]
Steve:
It seems they found,
[pouring champagne]
Steve:
or rather, identified him in Africa, with mercenary troops. With a fake name, of course. One of the Nicholson brothers told me. I'm talking about Jeff, obviously. I wonder how he managed it, to get out of the States and reach Africa?
[takes a sip of champagne]
Vanessa Shelton:
Then everything's all right. Africa's far enough away, isn't it? And dangerous enough?
Steve:
I would have preferred a more definitive solution.
Vanessa Shelton:
I like that word, 'definitive'... it's very refined. But to me, it... sums up a picture of Jeff twisting in the electric chair, or... riddled with machine-gun bullets.
Steve:
You frighten me, Vanessa. You agreed to... to betray him. But you're still possessed by that... that killer with the smell of death on him.
Vanessa Shelton:
I catch the same smell on you, Steve. Only much stronger. At least, he always took his own risks. People like you...
[rising from her vanity table to face him]
Vanessa Shelton:
like us, if you want... they never risk anything... at least, almost never.
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