Boom Page #2
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- Year:
- 1968
- 110 min
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and pills in the pharmaceutical kingdom?
I need myself a lover.
What do you mean by a lover?
I mean a lover. What do you mean by a lover?
I've only had one lover, my husband
Charles. He died last spring.
Yeah, last spring... it beats me how you
could have a husband named Charles
and not call him Charlie.
light trading...
Did he take a bath without resistance?
Did you hang around and have a look at
him in the bathtub?
Naturally. Yes, of course.
Well, I would've looked.
I'm not a child of nature,
as you say you are.
Pity...
The only clothes he as are the
ones the dogs demolished,
so I suppose you'll have to
provide him with something to wear.
I'll provide him with
something to wear.
That should be an
interesting costume for him.
Robe of a professional Japanese warrior.
Put that in the pink villina.
Oh, wait.
- With the sword?
- Heheh... Yeah, why not?
A man has the right to defend himself if he
wants to. Now, do that, and do this:
Call the uh, Witch of Capri.
The one that wired me last month,
"Are you still living?"
Say I've never been better, and to come
here for dinner this evening.
And that it's urgentissimo. And that
I'll dispatch a boat around sundown.
Urgentissimo... like
everything else this summer.
The b*tch would have me
over here at high tide
so's that I should get up there
looking like a bit of seaweed...
Well, no comment?
hurry up
The Witch of Capri has landed.
Hey, what's this third place at the table?
Are you having dinner with us?
No, thank you.
Well, who's the third place reserved for?
The man in the pink villa.
I thought he'd be dining with you.
Well, you thought wrong. He's having no
meals with me till I know more about him.
The Witch should be able to give me the
lowdown on this mountain climber.
Yahooo, yahoooo... yahooo. Sissie!
Billy!
Uh...
don't tell me we're going to
have a Chinese dinner!
This isn't a Chinese costume,
it's a Kabuki costume.
That so...
Yes, it's, um, some centuries old.
Hmm- don't you feel ancient in it?
Hahaha... No... no, no, no, no.
Actually, I studied Kabuki once.
That's right, I became quite good at it.
Is that so?
Umm. I was the guest artist
tycoon, or typhoon victims.
I can still do... watch...
Haha- I have a touch of,
er, neuritis tonight.
I'm suffering too, Sissie.
The sea is full of medusas -
you know, those giant jellyfish that sting.
One of them got me today.
Ah- what did he do with you,
Have a gull's egg, Bill.
Oh, no, I can't stand gulls.
down on their population.
What is this monster of the deep?
It has a very horrid expression.
Well, don't look at it. Eat it.
I couldn't possibly.
blood transfusions, Bill?
Not good, turn you into a vampire.
Your neck's much too thin, Billy love.
Is it true that you had all
those monkey glands
or shots, or whatever
they are in Switzerland?
I don't approve of it.
It keys you up for a while, and
then you have a complete collapse.
What did they say at
the hospital, Sissie?
I just went into the hospital
for a regular checkup.
The doctors were disgusted
with my good health.
When you called me this morning,
I was so relieved I could die,
I shouted a silent "hallelujah"
to myself.
I've heard some very disturbing
rumors about you, Sissie.
Rumors? Such as what rumors?
I love you too much
to repeat them.
Repeat them. Astonish me with them.
Well... this party you
had over from Capri...
Last month went back to Capri...
babbling about poor Sissie.
They said they couldn't sleep here
because you spent the whole night
shouting over loudspeakers and
pressing electric buzzers.
Capri has turned into a
nest of vipers,
and the sea is full of medusas,
and the medusas are spawned
by the witches.
Male and female.
The kind that have little forked
tongues in their mouths, like lizards.
I shall tell you truth,
if you should care to hear it.
I am writing my memoirs over a
very elaborate intercom system
to my secretary, Miss Black.
And that is the truth of the story.
Has it ever occurred to you
that life is all memory?
Except that each present moment goes by
so quickly you can hardly catch it?
Ha-ha, now, don't depress me.
Oh, no, look - watch...
I walk.
When I was there, is a memory.
I take another step.
Where I was before I took the
other step is a memory, Bill.
Now watch - watch:
I walk to the end of the terrace.
I come back.
When I was at the end of the
terrace is a memory now.
Look!
A shooting star.
Shot! It's a memory.
All husbands, all lovers...
are a memory now.
You seem very wrought up, dear.
Today when I was dictating
to Blackie
the story of the one great
love of my life,
my marriage to a wildly
beautiful and
beautifully wild young poet
named Alec.
fast cars, roulette,
and me.
We'd begin our day at sundown.
He'd get out of bed and put on
the robe of a Samurai warrior,
with the sword belt and
the sword,
and I'd jump out of bed
as naked as he,
and pick up a little
pearl-handled revolver.
Then we'd threaten each other.
I'd say, "Surrender your sword
or I'll shoot you!",
and he'd answer, "Put down your
pistol or I'll chop off your head!".
What fun!
Oh, yes.
Yeah.
But the point is,
Today, while I was describing Alec,
the poet and mountain climber,
another poet climbed the
mountain to see me.
He, uh, he sent this book to me.
to identify himself. His
picture's on the frontispiece.
What, Christopher Flanders,
still in circulation!
Well, God help you, Sissie.
I don't want to go into
any terrifying details,
but Christopher Flanders
has the unfortunate reputation
of calling on a lady just a step or
two ahead of the undertaker.
Why, just last summer he was
staying with some Texas oil people,
not in the best of health,
but in the worst,
Well, one night at dinner that
wicked old Duke of Parma -
poured a bottle of champagne
over Christopher's head, and said,
"I christen thee Christopher Flanders,
the Angel of Death.
Il angelo de la morte. "
And the name has stuck to him, Sissie.
I'll tell you more:
When the Texas oil lady
found out why
poor Chris that name,
she was thrown into a panic,
and told him he must check out
Well, that night he swallowed
some sleeping pills, Sissie.
He's done this before.
We called it a sleeping trick.
And it is a trick, because Chris always
tells a servant wherever he's staying
to call him early in the morning
so that he can get on the road.
Consequently, you see,
he's always found
and revived,
before the pills can be fatal.
- Bill, follow me.
- Where to?
The pink villina. He's been
asleep ever since he's been here.
I think he may have been playing
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