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Was the end... what they call...

peaceful?

Yes. Yes, I know, but...

Simonetta!

Simonetta - tell Etti -

Listen! Understand!

Tell Etti, that man on

the terrace,

bring his - Simonetta!

Bring his bags on the

terrace. Capito?

Subito! Capito!

Rudi! Rudi!

Come back to the terrace.

I think... I think...

It was expected and

inevitable, yes,

but I did so hope to

be there when it happened.

I had to stop off at

Madame Goforth's island.

Had to... had to!

Oh, did you.

And you, Madelyn, how are you?

Are you all right?

Yes, I know, but, er...

I could come along and make some

arrangements, I'm good at that.

No.

Well, Madelyn, what can I

say, but...

...accept it...

Accept it.

I've just had some news

that shocked me.

Another name you had to

scratch off the list?

Did you say list?

You know, I went to a

spiritualist one.

And she said to me, "I hear

many dead names calling Flora, Flora".

I knew then that she was a fake,

since all my close friends call me Sissie.

So I said to her, "Tell them

to mind their own business,

"and play their gold harps and

mind their own harp playing. "

Sissie Goforth is not ready

to go forth yet,

and will not go forth until

she is ready!

Etti!

What's that noise?

Open - open el sacko, open it,

empty everything out!

Mrs. Goforth, you mustn't

do this. It's ridiculous of you.

This is my island, and you are

on my island, all of you.

And I reserve the right to do

as I please on my island!

Droit de domain.

Hurry it up, presto,

this is not a Christmas stocking!

Oh, for god sakes,

Rudi, you open it,

Empty everything out,

dump it out!

What's that black thing that

looks like an address book?

Exactly what it is.

Lady Emerald Fowler.

She's been in hell for 10 years.

Cristobel Smithers. That name

rings a long-ago church bell

for a dead b*tch too.

Nancy Cove. Dead...

Mary Cunningham. Dead.

They're all dead!

What are you, some kind of

graveyard sextant?

I'm a man who has lost

many friends.

Now, is that finished?

P- put everything. er, back in the sack.

Er, tutti dentrez el sacko.

I'd rather do that myself

if you have no objection.

What I did was the natural

thing to do.

Yes, yes, you're quite right,

since I invaded your island.

Buona sera, buona sera...

This man is a complete stranger to me,

and I've heard very odd things about him.

Senora... -

Mr. Flanders, I can get a fishing

boat to take you off the island.

Oh, no you can't. A guest of mine

leaves my island

on one of my own boats.

And you, what're you doing

out here?

Do you have any business

out here?

The air is too cold

for you now, signora...

Off the terrace,

all of you off!

Not you, Mr. Flanders.

Me? You're talking to me?

You don't want me to go?

No.

I want you to stay.

We all of us invite death,

Mr. Flanders.

The light has changed. It's

darker than this time of day.

It's the kind of light that comes

from an eclipse of the sun.

The sun of- has gone off the terrace,

and there's no...

Lower terrace to go to.

- No!

- Which way is the sun?

Naturally.

Where does it sit? In the sea

or beyond the mountains?

Who?

The lion.

Ohh. Let's go back to the table.

You're at the table now.

- Oh. I-i-it's... It's the...

- It's the eclipse of the sun, unexpected.

Your... body... has more warmth

than most men have.

It burns through the sleeve of your

robe like radiation.

It makes a difference to me if

a man's skin is... warm or not.

I know they all have the

same temperature,

but some are warmer to

touch than others.

Yes, and your voice - it

vibrates in my ears.

Not so much like a voice,

or a sound,

so much as like a

sensation.

Radiation? vibration?

sensation?

You'll make me as vain as a

peacock if you go on like this,

and I have to keep the

humility of my faith.

Is this a time for kissing?

Thank you.

A woman doesn't usually thank

a man for kissing her.

Especially when she's lovely, and owns

an island, and the man is a guest.

What's usual is usually

unimportant.

You want to sit down, or

do you want to walk awhile?

If we sit at the table,

we'd be at opposite sides.

Let's walk a bit further.

Not as far as where the

balustrade ends.

In my faith I have

to be humble,

but about my voice, yes,

I suppose it's a good one,

because many ladies have

asked me to read to them,

by their bedsides.

And in their beds, too.

Never read to a lady

in her bed, with her.

No! No further!

It was silly of me,

but.. but.. it was silly of me.

Yes, a great many people in your nervous

condition are frightened of heights.

Especially unprotected ones.

That Polynesian hut on the beach

attracted my very much.

I... I'd better go in now.

Have a little siesta.

Might I stay there

for a while?

What? No, I must sleep now.

I didn't mean your bedroom.

I meant the grass hut on the beach.

Mrs. Goforth, is it true you've

discharged the kitchen staff again?

Yes, that's true.

Haven't you heard about the inventory?

What inventory?

Inventory of what?

I had an intuition about

things disappearing,

and had Rudi check my list

of fabulous chinas.

And half of them were gone!

Decimated.

And my Medici silver, banquet

silver used by the Medicis

hundred of years ago - gone!

That's what the inventory showed.

Mrs. Goforth, is it possible

you don't remember?

What?

You had it shipped to a storage house

in Naples with an armored convoy.

- Me?

- You.

That's not true!

Mrs. Goforth, when people are

very ill, and taking drugs for it,

they sometimes get confused.

This mountain has been

systematically pillaged,

- that's what the inventory shows!

- An inventory made up by the

- ex bodyguard of a syndicate gangster?

- How dare you suggest - and I have a guest.

I will always dare to say

what I know to be true.

Blackie, go into the house

and get my checkbook,

and write yourself out a check

for whatever is coming to you.

Bring it out here and

I'll ok it for cash.

Now, you've wanted out.

Take it! Go on...

Glad to! Gladly!

Mutually gladly. Go on!

Hurry, hurry.

Boom.

Fantastico! The hemorrhaging

has stopped!

She has had a transfusion, I've

given her a shot of adrenalin.

And now she want the gentleman

to... to come in to join her.

Heheh. Well, that is sufficient.

I put a bottle of milk by your

rucksack, in the library.

You did, you're the kindest

girl I ever...

You said the same thing to

Mrs. Goforth just a few hours ago.

Yes. Yes, well, I frequently tell the

same thing to different people.

Who is out there?

It's, uh, Chris Flanders, Mrs. Goforth.

Uh, wait up there a moment.

The doctor gave me a

shot of something that made me

uh, a little light-headed.

So, you're feeling better?

Oh, it wasn't much, just

a little blood vessel

at the back of my throat,

but the doctor did tell me to...

to lay off the heavy work

for a while.

So I'm just going to finish the

volume I'm working on now,

facts... and a figure.

And then... save the... rest till...

for... se- sequel.

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