[A street. Florence, Italy. SYRO and CALLIMACO.]
SYRO: I didn't do it!
CALLIMACO: Do what?
SYRO: It wasn't me!
CALLIMACO: What are you talking about?
SYRO: Whatever you were about to accuse me of!
CALLIMACO: I wasn't going to accuse you of anything.
SYRO: Good. 'Cause I'm completely innocent.
CALLIMACO: I just thought you might have noticed me acting a little strangely.
SYRO: Yeah. So?
CALLIMACO: Well, I wanted to explain myself.
SYRO: Go ahead.
CALLIMACO: No. I mean, if you didn't notice anything ...
SYRO: Yeah. I did. You were acting weird.
CALLIMACO: Was I?
SYRO: Brooding and shit.
CALLIMACO: I was brooding.
CALLIMACO: That's what I was going to tell you.
SYRO: Well, don't let me stop you. I'm just the servant.
CALLIMACO: You're more than a servant, Syro.
SYRO: Am I?
CALLIMACO: I think of you as ... well, almost a brother.
SYRO: What do you want?
CALLIMACO: I don't want anything.
SYRO: I'm onto your game, Callimaco. Anytime you start acting nice, there's a price.
CALLIMACO: Okay, okay. There's this woman ...
SYRO: I knew it! A woman! It had to be!
CALLIMACO: There's nothing else it could have been?
SYRO: Not for this brooding shit. That's always a woman.
CALLIMACO: You were probably surprised I left Paris so quickly.
SYRO: Yeah. I mean, what the hell man? Paris sucked? Don't tell me Paris sucked! That's my dream! To do Paris!
CALLIMACO: Paris was fine.
SYRO: Thank god!
CALLIMACO: I came home for a reason.
SYRO: Some chick. I get it.
CALLIMACO: Not just "some chick."
SYRO: This one is special?
CALLIMACO: Well, let's not go overboard. I wouldn't say "special." But there's something about her.
SYRO: Is she married?
CALLIMACO: Of course she's married. If she wasn't married, I could have her, and then I wouldn't want her.
SYRO: You're kind of an asshole like that.
CALLIMACO: Usually. Yes. That's true.
SYRO: But not this time?
SYRO: She's got you hooked?
CALLIMACO: I have to have her, Syro! I'm losing my mind!
CALLIMACO: This is no joke! I can't stop thinking about her! I can't eat! I can't sleep!
SYRO: Go get a whore.
CALLIMACO: I don't want a whore! Not anymore!
SYRO: Oh my god.
SYRO: This is serious.
CALLIMACO: What am I going to do?
SYRO: Well, we'll have to get her for you, I guess. This witch woman. This siren of Florence.
CALLIMACO: Syro! Brother! I knew I could count on you!
SYRO: Just one thing.
CALLIMACO: All right.
SYRO: What's in it for me?
CALLIMACO: Does there have to be something in it for you?
SYRO: Damn straight there does! You're gonna ask me to do some crazy shit! I want to be properly compensated!
CALLIMACO: I promise. You will be compensated.
CALLIMACO: Yes. Properly.
SYRO: Okay. Tell me what to do.
CALLIMACO: Her name is Madonna Lucrezia.
SYRO: She's married to that Calfucci dude?
CALLIMACO: Calfucci. Yes.
SYRO: She's fucking hot!
CALLIMACO: She's beautiful.
SYRO: You think you're gonna nail that?
CALLIMACO: If everything goes according to plan.
SYRO: This better be one good plan.
CALLIMACO: It is. It will be. When I think of it.
SYRO: How did you meet her?
CALLIMACO: They came through Paris. On vacation.
SYRO: You met her at a party or something?
CALLIMACO: A soiree.
SYRO: And followed her here?
CALLIMACO: I couldn't stop thinking about her.
SYRO: What if she's not interested?
CALLIMACO: She likely isn't.
SYRO: She's a prude?
CALLIMACO: Very chaste.
SYRO: Married and chaste. Great.
CALLIMACO: Her husband is ancient, but he's a healthy old bugger. He could live for years.
SYRO: You can't wait him out?
CALLIMACO: I'll kill myself first.
SYRO: Can you get to any of the maids?
CALLIMACO: I don't want the maids.
SYRO: No. Bribe them. Get them to plead your case.
CALLIMACO: Calfucci runs a tight ship. Bribery and extortion are out of the question.
SYRO: You're killing me here.
CALLIMACO: I'd think it was hopeless, but he's an idiot. A real dufus.
SYRO: That's helpful.
CALLIMACO: And he wants kids. He's desperate.
SYRO: How desperate?
CALLIMACO: He'd do anything.
CALLIMACO: What are you thinking?
SYRO: I know a guy.
CALLIMACO: We can't have him killed!
SYRO: I wasn't going to say that. You always think the worst.
CALLIMACO: Well, you're capable of anything.
SYRO: This guy. Ligurio. He's tight with Calfucci. He could bring you around. Help you infiltrate the inner circle.
CALLIMACO: Syro! You're a genius!
SYRO: Remember that when it's time to pay up.
CALLIMACO: Would your friend help us? I'd pay him, of course.
SYRO: Oh, he'll help.
SYRO: But don't trust him with anything you don't have to. Ligurio's a parasite. A real lowlife. He'd sell you out for a granola bar.
CALLIMACO: I thought you were tight.
SYRO: Oh. We are. Like brothers.
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