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- That I had suspected.

No, no, I don't go in

for hand kissing.

- Well, it was in, er...

- Yes? Name a date.

Mrs. Fergusson's table at the ball...

Did you come out for battle

with that sword on you?

Well, not unless I run into

those black devil-dogs again.

Ah, yes. I heard about your little

misunderstanding with the dogs.

I'm sorry if it disturbed you, but

their bite was worse than their bark.

Well, didn't you read the 'private

property' sign in three languages?

The 'beware of dog' sign in

three languages,

as you climbed up that

goat path?

I didn't notice any reference to

any dogs in any language.

Naturally not.

The 'beware of dog' sign was put up

after Mr. Flanders'

little misunderstanding with the dogs.

Blackie, that is not so.

Yes, it is so, I was in the room

with you when you ordered that...

Blackie, you were not hired this

summer to contradict me!

I've never been hired for a job

that called for supporting falsehood.

Miss Black, it's obvious that I

trespassed on private property,

- it's, uh- it's quite true.

- That is true.

It is true.

If that true statement is

typed up - Blackie, type it up -

would you be willing to

sign it, Mr. Flanders?

Yes, certainly, of course.

He was attacked again

last night.

What, the dogs attacked him

last night?

Your watchman Rudi attacked him

when he woke up hungry and came out...

Blackie, get off this terrace!

I try to help you, I try to feel

sorry for you because you're...

What? What am I?

Allright. Go on, it's all right.

I've been surrounded by

traitors all summer!

Dio!

I, Christopher Flanders, agree that I

entered a gate called 'private'

at my own risk, and that the encounter with

the dogs was my own responsibility.

Chris Flanders.

Unscrew that bottle.

One tablet?

Two.

Thank you.

Blackie...

the boss is sorry she

took her nerves out on you.

It's those nighttime

injections, I guess.

Oh, God, Blackie. Some awful things

crawled up the mountain

this summer, and I've gotta shove it off

like I did that baby buggy from Mars,

it scares me. Maybe... it

just could be... possible that...

the boss is... dying...

this summer, under that angry

old lion, the sun...

and the... the... unsympathetic, insincere,

sympathy of the far-away... stars.

You have a good pair of

legs on you.

I mean, under you.

I find them very useful

for climbing mountains.

You've good teeth, too.

I'd love to sink them into some

hot, buttered toast, Mrs. Goforth.

Oh, no, no toast, no-no,

thank you, but I...

I- I never have anything solid

or semi-solid for breakfast,

because I find it takes the edge

off my energy for work.

Now, I began today's dictation with

a serious comment on the meaning of life.

Oh?

Then you came out on the terrace.

Well, if I distract you, Mrs. Goforth,

I'd be delighted to go into the kitchen

- and make myself a bite of breakfast.

- No, have some coffee with me.

Ah. With cream and sugar.

Well, we have no cream,

but, um...

do have a saccharin tablet,

Mr. Trojan Horse Guest.

Ah, yes, well, it was in the

Waldorf Astoria some years ago...

quite a few... you said that whenever I was

in Europe I should stop in and see you.

Ah. Well, uh, passports expire, and

so do invitations.

How about a little piccolo passaggiato?

That means little walk.

I was hoping you'd show me

your... kingdom.

We'd better got no further,

I'm frankly scared of a

cliff without a balustrade.

You won't be scared with me

beside you. Come, I'll show you.

No! No, turn back,

I don't know you!

If I were a doctor,

and you were my patient,

I would make a little

note in your files:

the fearless lady's subject to

fits of unreasonable panic.

Have I... changed much since

you last saw me?

Why, no, not at all.

People are always amazed

at how little I change.

Hurry. Who? What?

I've paid you several compliments.

Now it's time you paid me some, huh?

Yes. Well, I've never in my life

met anybody at all like you.

You bet you haven't.

You stay around here, you're in

for a lot of surprises, mister.

Because when I return to this

mountain every summer, I shed.

I throw off all social

conventions, shams and

proprieties of behavior.

I live in absolute naturalness

of nature.

And if it shocks anybody?

Too bad.

Goodbye, anybody. I give

not a tinker's damn.

Yes, I pop out with

things unexpected,

and I do anything I have

an urge to do.

Some people... can't take it.

Ok, then - goodbye, some people.

Mrs. Goforth, some people -

most people -

get panicky when they're

not cared for by somebody.

I get panicky when...

I've nobody to care for.

Yeah?

Is that so?

You seem to be setting yourself

up as a saint of some kind.

Yahoo-oo. Yahooo.

Oh, God...

Why, it's Christopher,

Christopher Flanders.

I think I saw you last night.

- What's this?

- He must've been dreaming about me.

Yeah, having a nightmare.

How is it you missed the return

trip to Capri last night?

Oh, last night. What confusion.

Chris - where was it I

last saw you?

I know - that party those Texas

oil people gave in Portofino.

You were staying with them.

And you were terribly depressed

over the sudden death of...

- Yes. - What's that curious

costume you're wearing?

It's a Samurai warrior's outfit.

Better watch the sword, Bill,

he might chop off your head.

The chopping of a head is a sure cure

for a tongue that's too big for a mouth.

Something dreadful happened, and

you were involved in some way.

I can't remember the details.

Let him forget!

Yes, it's best forgotten.

Are you leaving us, Sissie?

Yes, Mrs. Goforth.

I originated in the womb of my mother,

How did this happen?

The Witch spent the night here!

He's out there now, putting the make

on the poet. Call the boatman!

He's going straight back to Capri

whether he knows it or not!

Going?

Going? You're going?

No, I mean Sissie.

She's going.

Going...

It's ghastly.

Do you intend to stay here?

Well, if invited I'd like to stay.

You've been foolish too long.

The years you devoted to that

Ferguson b*tch, and what did it get you?

She had you. You were had.

And she left you with nothing, I'll bet;

otherwise you wouldn't be here

at poor Sissie's, wearing one of

her mad, Oriental costumes.

Go, quickly,

before she dies and the talk

about you starts all over again.

Don't make me say things about you

that I'd rather not say.

What could you say about me

that hasn't been said?

You're the heart of a world

that has no heart.

The heartless world that

you live in.

Has that ever been said about

you before, Mr. Ridgeway?

"Barone", Mr. Death Angel Flanders...

Ah, yes... we both have

new titles.

Sally, Laurie, Phyllis,

Emerald, Sissie...

Time for death, old girls!

Beddy-bye. Beddy-bye,

old girls!

The Death Angel's with you.

No dreams.

Now, now, now- No violence.

My heart pumps blood that

isn't my own blood,

it's the blood of

anonymous blood donors.

And as for the world I

live in, you know it.

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