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I think that's a wise idea.

Yes, I've... I'm worn out,

I'm burnt out with the pressure,

I'm literally burnt up like

a house on fire.

All right... I'm coming out.

You look, uh... you look

wonderfully recovered.

Well, I never had paid a

morbid attention to illness,

it's usually so... so

nothing much.

All that happened was,

I stayed on the terrace too long,

in the sun.

You see, you were so

fascinating in your

Samurai warrior's robe

that I forgot...

time was imprudent.

It's so much cooler

at my bedroom...

or it's this robe is too heavy.

I'm going back into my

bedroom. Come on in.

I have lots of art treasures

in my bedroom.

Heheh, including myself.

Included.

Come in, what's holding you up?

Ahhhh... That's better.

Come in!

- Oh. Excuse me, I'll wait until...

- Modesty?

Modesty.

I wouldn't have suspected you

of suffering from modesty, Chris.

Myself, I've never indulged in

that kind of foolishness.

If you have a world-famous figure,

why be selfish with it?

It was a privilege and

a pleasure.

Well then, why do you

back away?

Back out of my bedroom?

Ohh, I love the cool air and cool

water on my skin in the summer.

I think it's the nicest thing

about summer.

So throw off your robe

and come in.

it's tiring my voice to

talk across the room.

You have a beautiful body,

Mrs. Goforth.

Let's cut out the Mr. and Mrs. bit,

now that we're on intimate terms.

And now I'm going to lie down

on these nice cool, clean sheets.

Ahhh

Why are you standing there in the

doorway, as if you were paralyzed?

How many times do you have to

be invited into a lady's bedroom?

You knew I was famished.

What was it you offered me?

Black coffee, or else.

And the else was nothing.

Was nothing else!

Wait!

Kitchen.

Cuchina?

Momento.

Tell the cook what you

want for supper.

Cuchina? Senta...

Pranzo questa sera.

Pastina in brodo.

Capish? Si, si, si.

Una grande pesca, uh,

carne freddo, freddo...

Roast beef. Uh, Bif - Beeef!

Prosciutto, legumi,

tutti, tutti legumi. Capito?

Poi, un' insalata verde. No, Mista!

Insalata mista, Mista!

God dammit! They don't even know

their own bloody language.

E vino bianca e rosso.

Si. Va bene.

Now, you see?

You're not only going to be fed,

you're going to be wined

and dined in high style.

On the terrace tonight.

But in the meantime, we're going

to have a long siesta together.

In the cool of my bedroom.

Mrs. Goforth, I'm afraid it's

too late for me to

accept your... invitation.

To dinner.

Where else have you

been invited?

Where else in the world?

I'm past the point where

I wait for invitations.

But I think the spinster lady

whose mother died last night

will make me welcome.

And how're you gonna

get there?

Can you walk on water?

Goodbye, Mrs. Goforth.

Mr. Flanders. You have the

distinction -

the dubious, the insulting

distinction -

of being the first man

that ever - ever -

ever went from my bedroom

without getting into my bed.

Oh, bravo, hero... Angelo.

Man bring this up mountain?

This... this insult?

- I brought something up the mountain.

- What else did man bring up mountain?

Oh, his book of poems.

His calling card.

You must be running out the them.

Take this back!

What did I bring up

the mountain?

Up the goat path,

past the dogs?

I brought you this possibly

timely piece of advice:

That tough as you are, you're

not so tough that one day,

perhaps soon, you're gonna

need someone, or something,

that'll mean God to you,

if it's only a human hand.

Or a human voice.

You came to bring me God,

did you?

- I said someone or something.

- I heard what you said.

You said God.

My eyes may be out of focus,

but not my ears.

All right, then, bring him!

How do you do it, huh?

Do you whistle?

Do you ring a bell for Him?

Or do you press buttons for Him? Huh? Huh!

Can you hear me?

Can you still hear me?

Yes.

I failed. I've... disappointed some

people in what they wanted from me,

or thought that they

wanted from me.

Sometimes I've been able to

give them what they need,

even when they didn't know

what it was.

Rudi. Rudi!

Your bodyguard's gone,

Mrs. Goforth.

If Ru- all my important

jewels are with me.

If Rudi's gone I want

you to go.

You - you've tired me.

You've done me in.

This has been the most

awful day of my life.

Yes. That's why you need me here.

No! Don't, you... you scare me!

Let me take you to

your bedroom, Mrs. Goforth,

- and I'll put you to bed.

- No! No!

Go! Let me go!

Hey...

Did somebody tell you I was

dying this summer?

Did somebody tip you off that

Sissie Goforth was

about to go forth this summer?

Yes.

That's why I came.

Well...

Well... I've escorted six husbands

to the eternal threshold

and come back alone.

Without them.

Now it's my turn.

I've no choice but to do it.

But I want to do it alone.

I don't want to be escorted.

I want to go forth alone.

And you - you counted on

touching my heart

because you knew I was dying.

Well, you miscalculated

with this one.

The milk train doesn't stop

here anymore.

A paper rose.

Before you go, would you

help me up to my room?

I don't think I could

make it alone.

Don't leave me alone.

Are you frightened of me,

or attracted to me, or both?

Perhaps I should...

yes, I will.

Tell you a story.

You know- you knew -

Sally Ferguson.

Well, I was staying in her

mountain home, above Palm Springs.

I wasn't used to her world,

the bloodless cold, cold

elegant ritual of it.

So one day I went down the

mountain across the desert

to Baja California,

where a great Indian teacher

had gathered disciples about him.

- You look...

- I look forth.

touchingly young, tired, sleepy.

Why don't you rest in my arms

while I tell you the rest of the story.

So I went down the mountain,

across the desert, to

Baja California.

On the way there, I passed

a rest home for the incurably ill.

It looked more like a

grand hotel.

Royal palms, marble statues,

fountains...

And a little further along

I came to the ocean.

An inlet, an estuary of

the ocean.

It was a boiling day,

the beach was deserted.

The water was cool.

I swam out, lay on my

back in the water.

Suddenly, I heard someone

crying from the shore.

I looked back. It was

no longer deserted.

There was an old man

standing there,

crying for help as though he were

in the ocean and I were on the shore.

I swan back, fast.

He stood there, pitifully thin,

finely dressed. "Why did you

call for help?", I said.

Help to get out there.

I've gone past pain I can bear.

He stretched out a

withered hand to me.

I took it and led him

into the water.

As the water rose higher,

he panicked for a second,

but I held him as

tightly as a lover.

When the waves rose to our

shoulder, he took out his wallet,

took out the money, and thrust it,

much money, into my hands.

You took it?

Oh, yes. The sea had no

use for it.

A wave broke over our heads

and blinded my for a second.

When I was able to see again,

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