Darling Page #8

Princess Diana is radiantly confident...

that she can make

a real and meaningful contribution...

to her new family and to her new country.

We wish auguri,

good wishes in her new language...

to a new Italian princess, who will, to us...

always remain a British one as well.

- Are you all right, my darling?

- I'm fine.

- Did you understand what I said to Palucci?

- Enough.

I'm sorry, but I must go to Rome.

My meeting is tomorrow morning.

And tonight?

I'll go and see my mother.

You know I must go and see my mother.

Next time you must come with me,

but just now Rome is not amusing.

Yes, I know.

- Lf you need anything...

- It's all right. I have plenty to do.

I'll be back on Thursday, probably Friday.

So take care of yourself.

- Bye, darling.

- Bye-bye.

Say good night to your mother.

Quickly, now.

Good night.

I'll send the car for you at 12:00.

Enjoy yourselves.

Thank you.

- My husband's mother?

- Yes, Principessa.

Have you her phone number?

The Principessa had the instrument removed

some years ago, Principessa.

So my husband

is not obtainable at all tonight?

One could send a telegram, Principessa.

That's the only means

whereby you can get in contact?

That is so, Principessa.

Thank you, Signor Palucci.

- Are you a resident in this country?

- No, in Italy.

- Did you buy presents while abroad?

- No, just personal luggage.

- No perfume?

- Nothing at all.

- You realize that perfume is dutiable?

- Yes, I haven't got any with me.

No, it's just all personal.

You've bought nothing at all,

no cigarettes or spirits?

I've got nothing to declare.

Hello.

I didn't know whether you'd come.

I was always easily seduced...

especially by telegrams.

I hoped you would be.

- You look older.

- You don't.

Come on, I hate to stand here.

This is a miracle.

We're still a couple.

I thought maybe, after all this time,

something would have changed.

It hasn't.

We are?

Aren't we?

Thank God, it's never too late.

Two people really belong to each other.

Doesn't matter what happens.

This time, darling,

let's get somewhere in the country.

Away from all this London racket.

Somewhere quiet, where you can write.

We've both learned our lesson

and won't make any more mistakes.

I know we can be so happy.

We're not going back to anything,

you know.

This was just for old times' sake.

Porter, please.

- What are you doing?

- Porter, will you get London airport...

and reserve me one seat

on any flight this afternoon to Rome?

- That's right.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Princess de la Romita.

- Would you spell that?

- R-O-M...

- Robert, put down that phone!

Give me that phone!

What are doing? Stop it!

You are going back to Rome.

I'm not going back to Rome. I'll cancel that.

Give me that phone!

Get up, and get dressed.

You bastard!

You just used me.

You used me. It's a moot point. Get dressed.

My God, I hate you.

It's not true, Robert.

I love you. You know I love you.

What are you doing?

Please, I've come all this way...

Get dressed, and I'll take you to the airport.

I've come all this way because I love you.

Don't throw it away. I need you.

- Please, it was such a...

- Will you get dressed?

Just give us one more chance, I beg of you.

Let's spend a week together.

- It won't hurt to try a week.

- I don't have a week.

I don't see how you can throw away

something that meant so much to us.

It doesn't put me off, you know.

Being vile to me doesn't put me off.

It puts me off.

- It disgusts me.

- What does?

To hear myself.

To hear the way I want to treat you.

I don't want to feel like this

a moment longer than I have to.

We can't just go like this.

You'd be surprised.

You're in love with someone else, is that it?

- Going back with your wife?

- On the contrary.

She wants to divorce me

to marry someone else.

- Well?

- Isn't that good news?

If there isn't anyone else,

what are you going to do?

I'm going to a small American university...

to read, to lecture...

You'll hate it.

I shall like it. It's what I want to do.

- I shall write.

- What will you write about?

I'll write about you...

about myself,

about my wife and my children.

They played quite large parts, you know.

I played the largest part.

Certainly the most dramatic.

- Robert, stop the car.

- No.

- I won't go to Rome.

- You're going to Rome.

- I'll kill myself.

- All right, kill yourself.

- I will, I swear I will.

- So, do.

I didn't say I wanted to go with you.

If I can't be with you,

I don't want to be alive!

Like hell.

It's true!

All lies are true at the time.

Porter.

Yes, madam?

Get my suitcases in the back.

Announcing the arrival

of British Overseas Airways...

Flight 262 from Lagos and Frankfurt.

What actually is the purpose

of your visit here?

Don't know how you even found out

I was in England.

Any special reason?

My mother hasn't been very well.

I came over to see her.

And no other reason?

Isn't one's mother enough reason?

Are you happy in Italy, Principessa?

I'm as happy as anyone could possibly be.

Are you likely to

resume your career soon, Principessa?

I have a family now.

That gives me all I could possibly want.

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