Chapter Seven Hundred Fifty-Nine
8th October 1949
Tuscany, Italy
“It would be fun if they actually let you drive Duke” One of the extra’s said with a heavy Italian accent.
John had to agree with that but knew that the insurance company would throw a fit if he got into one of the high performance sportscars and drove it around the block. The Mercedes Benz touring car his character drove might not be a proper American Chevy sportster, but the small-block V8 under the hood wasn’t lacking in muscle. It was also his understanding was that is was made to keep up its speed in the twisty roads that the back country of Germany was known for. It was an extremely fun car despite the stuffy reputation of the country that built it.
John had been offered this role because of the prior films he’d starred in. Westerns mostly, that was why he had a reputation of being the all-American cowboy, but this was something different. It was a thriller set in the Tuscany region of Italy. An American tourist finds himself in a murky world of mafiosos and secret agents. The tourist, played by Greggory Peck, finds himself having to depend upon a mysterious American expat. John Wayne had been cast as the American expat, quite the departure for him, playing the real villain but that was the twist that was came at the end. He just knew that he was having fun making this movie. So, far he’d noticed a great deal was different from if this production were happening in Hollywood. Many of the details of the script added to the believability of the story, however they would have had every studio head screaming their heads off. People bleed when shot? Guns kill? Violence had consequences? Heaven forbid. It wasn’t like this was a movie being made for children.
As John watched the filming of the next scene began. The Benz made a tight turn on the narrow Italian street and raced away. The odd looking Italian police cars in hot pursuit raced by seconds later. The Director yelled for a cut. He might just need to buy one of those cars while he was in Europe after production ended. His understanding was that they were made in Stuttgart, only a few hours north of Tuscany.
Berlin
“Your impression?” Anton asked as Agnesa dried dishes and put them in the cupboard. Katherine and Douglas had just left minutes earlier.
“She’s lovely and they are nice couple, very much in love” Agnesa replied, “But I think she can be a jealous woman, any other woman who looks at her husband twice is going to be in serious trouble.”
“Takes one to know one” Anton said with a smile.
Agnesa looked at him with narrowed eyes, suggesting that he’d hit the mark.
They’d been married for thirty years and while Agnesa lacked Anton’s education and training. He’d found her opinions and impressions of individuals he worked with useful, she frequently saw things he might have missed. It helped that she looked at things from an outsider’s perspective. Agnesa’s background was Albanian and Her family had emigrated from there just before the First World War.
“Anything else” Anton asked.
“Katherine doesn’t trust you.”
“That’s hardly a surprise” Anton said with a bit of amusement.
“You didn’t notice how she reached for that small knife that she wears in the small of her back every time you stepped close.”
Anton hadn’t noticed that or the knife for that matter. “I believe that she does that with any man who she doesn’t know well enough” He said, “She got messed up years ago in a terrible situation.”
“Does that have any bearing on the present?”
“When I was asked to be her trainer I was told that if I felt it did then I’m to fail her immediately” Anton said.
Agnesa paused in what she was doing, that answer surprised her.
“What are you going to do?” Agnesa asked.
“It’s only been a week and she’s promising, but it remains to be seen if she put her past aside enough to do the job” Anton replied, “I’ve yet to see her in a situation that might really set her off.”
“But you know it’s coming?”
“That is totally inevitable” Anton said, “I need to be prepared for it when it comes.”
Vienna
It was fortunate that being a translator for the Ambassador required that she always have her wits about her. A diplomatic incident caused by a mistranslation because the translator was sloshed would be considered a problem. That meant that she had a good excuse to refrain while most of the world’s diplomacy was well lubricated with alcohol. After she been sick and hungover months earlier she’d held to her promise to never do that again. That did however mean that she needed to be in the presence of Ambassador Smith as he went out with a couple members of the Austrian Federal Council. Quartet recital followed by a reception, the first part had not meant a whole lot to the Ambassador, his tastes ran more towards the Grand Ole Opry than Classical but in the second part he’d been in his element.
Afterwards, in the car ride back to the Embassy had been things had taken an awkward turn. Blare Smith, the Ambassador’s wife had started that conversation.
“Who’s this suitor I’ve been hearing about” Blare asked, “Only a few days in Austria, the secretaries think that is some sort of record.”
“Tilo is a friend, hardly a suitor” Nancy said, “I know him from when I was going to the University in Berlin.”
“What’s this friend like?” Ambassador Smith asked, with a smirk.
Nancy frowned, “He is still going to University in Berlin, his entire education got put aside when he got conscripted and sent to the Pacific” She said, “Everyone assumes that I’m in a relationship with him, but I know it would be inappropriate. He’s way older than me.”
“How much older?” Blare asked.
“Three years” Nancy said.
Both the Ambassador and his wife laughed at that.
“Nancy, when you are on the other side of fifty like Earl and I, three years is nothing” Blair said with a smile.
Here Nancy was trying to bury the rumors that Tilo was anything more than a friend, but it wasn’t working. The situation was maddening.