..
at all.
What you are feeling right now...
is the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
.357 Combat Magnum.
This weapon can fell an elephant
at a 100 yards...
let alone a snake like you at point blank.
My shoes, you see? My shoes.
There's no one in them. Not even me.
Sorry. May I just have a word?
Just one second.
This is a book.
Rebecca Ryan is a character in a book.
A book is not real life.
- Rebecca Ryan is not real life.
- Calm down.
We all get a little tense
when the bullets start flying.
Are you listening to me? This is a book.
Rebecca Ryan is a character in a book.
There is no one behind the curtain,
there are no flying bullets.
- Oh, my God.
- What?
Someone really is trying to kill us.
Dimitri, someone is always
trying to kill us.
- We've got to get out of here.
- Right.
Taxi.
- Hello.
- What a pleasant surprise.
Aunt Edna.
- Thank God you're here.
- Thank God you're here, too, dear.
Now don't be upset.
Nobody's trying to kill us.
We're just going to stay here
for a few days.
- God, I need a drink.
- In there.
New friend?
She thinks she's Rebecca Ryan.
She thinks I'm Dimitri.
She obviously thinks
that you are Dimitri's Aunt Edna.
- How utterly charming.
- Yeah.
She also thinks
that someone is trying to kill us.
Now, don't believe a word she says.
Above all, don't let her set foot
outside this house. All right?
Where are you going?
To the police.
Whatever for?
Someone is trying to kill us.
Whatever you say, dear.
So, I understand
you're in a bit of a bind.
What are you trying to tell me?
Is she Rebecca Ryan
or is she not Rebecca Ryan?
I told you, there is no such person.
But she sat right here.
No, she thinks
she's a character in a book.
She thinks I'm a character in a book.
She thinks even my mother
is a character in a book.
- The woman is crazy.
- She is not the only one.
Look, you have got to do something...
because the priest's death
was not an accident.
That bullet and this one
were meant for Rebecca.
The woman who does not exist?
No, of course she exists,
but not as Rebecca.
- Because Rebecca does not exist.
- Right.
Wrong. Get out of my office.
If you could just take it
maybe from the beginning...
- Aunt Edna?
- Yes, dear. I'm right here.
They think I know who the killer is.
That's why they're trying to kill me.
- It's so obvious.
- I wouldn't say obvious.
Sure it is. The Spanish Ambassador
tried to run me down.
But he's just a pawn
in somebody else's game.
The priest was the link, but they shot
him before he could finger the killer.
Yes, I remember that story.
It's the one where the Count,
whom we think is the good guy...
- actually betrays...
- Victor.
Who?
My God, Edna, of course.
Count Reneleau. He's the killer.
I've got to warn Victor.
Oh, my.
Victor.
Thank you so much for meeting me.
Ever since you spoke to me
at the Embassy party...
I've been hoping I might see you again.
- Victor, l...
- Yes?
I know what you're thinking.
You want to run your trembling fingers
through my hair.
You want to carry me off somewhere
and make passionate love to me.
But that will have to wait.
I don't believe I have ever met a woman
quite like you before.
I know.
Believe me, Victor,
I know what you're going through.
But we can't be blinded by passion.
Not while your life is at stake.
I want you to tell me everything.
Otherwise, I can't be responsible
for what might happen.
Pleasure before business.
Why don't we drink to me,
a victim of desire?
Salud.
I told you not to let her out of the house.
I didn't. She let herself out.
She's a headstrong young lady
and I found that attractive.
- Mother, what did you say to her?
- I didn't say anything.
- You encouraged her, didn't you?
- No, I didn't encourage her.
- I just set her straight.
- Mother.
She was recounting the plot of
The Priest Confesses...
but she seemed to have it all mixed up.
I simply reminded her that
in The Priest Confesses, the