THE AMERICAN Screenplay by Rowan Joffe Based on the novel A ...

"The American" June 21st, 2010 page 39.
Apart from the STATION MASTER, no one’s around.
JACK checks his watch: it’s exactly noon.
A TRAIN approaches. On the platform, there is also a MAN WITH
A BRIEFCASE. Jack is on high alert.
The train is a Four-carriage local. It rattles round the bend
in the track up the valley, diesel fumes pluming. There are
no more than a dozen passengers on board.
MATHILDE is the only one to alight while the man with the
briefcase boards.
Mathilde’s once brown hair is now BLONDE. She’s wearing a
skirt and carrying a navy blue canvas sports bag.
They shake hands as the train pulls away, belching and
honking as it rattles over the girders of an iron bridge and
crosses some alpine rapids.
MATHILDE
Edward. How good to see you again.
Something quaint, old fashioned in her diction. English with
the hint of a Belgian accent.
JACK opens the boot of his car and she places her sports bag
beside a WICKER PICNIC HAMPER.
She nods.
MATHILDE
Refreshments?
JACK
The Carabinieri around here like
checkpoints. It’s cover.
They get into the car.
As JACK’s door slams we smash cut to:
69 INT. CAR- DAY
69
MATHILDE’s sunglasses reflect the alpine landscape.
MATHILDE
You picked a beautiful spot.
She takes off her shades.
Her once hazel eyes are now GREY-BLUE.
She glances round the car’s plastic interior.