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When I was going
through my wardrobe...

I found an extra
hairpin on the floor.

That's nothing.
I found her hair in my bed.

Some women bring happiness
wherever they go.

Others, whenever they go.

I do both.

Husbands like to see me come.

Wives prefer to see me go.

There she is! That's her.

Whose husband
didn't she sleep with?

Who's she with now?
Who knows?

She's older than I thought.

Shh! Look, look! Watch.

This'll teach her.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Erlynne,
but that account was closed--

by Mrs. Fairchild.

I wish you'd told me
before I ordered the Bordeaux.

What Bordeaux, Mrs. Erlynne?

Joe, you're my kind of guy.

Is she behind me?

In the blue.

Charge it to Senator Kleghorn.

That's Mrs. Kleghorn
sitting next to Mrs. Fairchild.

What a small world.

And Mrs. Winters on her right.

Oh. And getting smaller.

You wanna go out the back?

No, no. If you go
out the back...

you'll never come
in the front, Joe.

A lady always leaves
the way she came.

Just look at her.

I thought my husband
had more taste.

So sorry to hear you're
leaving us, Mrs. Erlynne.

I'm leaving you?

I'll prepare your bill.

My sudden change
in circumstance...

was not the only reason
for my departure.

The Italian coast in summer
attracts the rich and famous.

I'm infamous and poor.

Close enough.

One door closes, another opens.

Sometimes that door is
not the one you expect.

I saw my chance
and decided to take it.

Meg, dear!
Come along, come along.

Ah, Giuseppina.

It's the best
glove shop in the city.

She'll give you a good discount.

But--but, Robert, I...

Yes--No--Now, you go along.

I'll find your husband.
Don't worry. Go along.

This way, madame.

These are pretty.

Your hand looks about right.

I beg your pardon?

My little sister.

She was adamant
about every detail...

but neglected
to tell me the size.

Would you mind?

Oh, no, of course not.

It's always a little snug
the first time.

Maybe you should
take off your ring?

It's my wedding ring.
I never take it off.

The other hand, then.

Ahem.

No need to button it.
You can see it fits perfectly.

Lord Darlington,
you depraved man!

What have you been up to?

Ignore him, Meg, dear.
He's a great sinner...

but an excellent
bridge partner...

or I would never tolerate him.

Do you know each other?

The year I spent
in the London office.

Margaret, I told you about John.

You've, uh--You've met?

No, not really.
It's nice to meet you.

It's a pleasure,
Mrs. Windemere.

Your wife was helping me
select gloves for my mother.

Your sister, you said.

Either one.

We should have dinner.
Where are you staying?

The Grand, but we're trying
to find a villa.

So late in the season?
I warned you--

I know one that's
come available.

Isn't it an election year
in the Wild West?

Who says I'm running?

It's perfect! It's beautiful!

Did I mention the ghosts?

It's everything I imagined.

I feel like a princess
in a fairy tale.

You are a princess.

That's 'cause
I married the prince.

I have her completely fooled,
poor girl.

If I could fool a woman
as pretty as your wife...

I wouldn't be a bachelor.

Now you've made her blush.

Don't be silly.
Come and see the paintings.

Come on.

Lady Plymdale?

Oh, is she the one
with the big...

feet. Enormous feet.

Poor old Plymdale.

- Ace, queen, king, jack.
- No honors.

No, no, no. John's yacht,
John's rules.

Have it. Thank you.

Huge feet. Pontoons.

You know, if desire
had an antidote...

it would be
those pontoons of hers.

I grow ill thinking of them.

How many times have you been
divorced, Tuppy?

3, 4? I've simply lost count.

That's bigamy.

Bigamy's having
one wife too many.

So's monogamy.

One should always have
a proper basis for marriage.

A mutual...

- misunderstanding?
- Exactly.

A man can't be happy with
one woman.

A man can be happy
with any woman...

as long as
he doesn't love her.

For a man who's never thought
of getting married...

you seem to know an awful
lot about it.

I thought
very seriously of marrying.

That's why I'm still single.

Here, here.

I just haven't met
the right woman, that's all.

Look at Cecil, still with Edna.

One keeps one's eyes wide open
before the wedding...

and half-shut after.

That's all there is to it.

Exactly.

John?

I fancy raising the stakes.

Oh! Lucky blighter!

You don't look as if you're
enjoying yourself.

Oh, I am.
It's a very nice party.

Can I get you a drink?

No, thank you, I don't drink.

You don't drink?

Do I seem like a prig?

No, of course not.

It's the way I was raised.

In a convent?

By my aunt Julia,
my father's sister.

My mother died
when I was very little.

It's the only picture
I have of her.

My father never remarried.

She's every bit
as beautiful as her daughter.

Have I offended you?

I meant it as a compliment.

You pay me too many compliments,
Lord Darlington.

I'll stop at once.

Thank you.

Just so you know,
I meant every one of them.

You pretend to be bad,
but you're not, really.

There is no good or bad.

People are either
charming or tedious.

If I've been the latter,
I sincerely apologize.

I'd like us to become friends.

We already are, aren't we?

Well, not if you keep
flattering me...

and paying me
silly compliments.

Define silly.

I want your word.

I find the best way
to keep my word...

is never to give it.

Look, it has to be something
really special.

My wife's birthday?

What do you think?

The sapphire matches your eyes.

It's for my wife.

A man should never
buy his wife jewelry.

And why is that?

It makes her wonder
what he bought his mistress.

My wife has nothing
to wonder about.

She's a lucky woman.

If I were your wife,
this is what I'd want.

A fan?

Not for stirring the air,
for stirring the heart.

For centuries,
an erotic language...

between men and women.

If a woman placed it
on her breast...

like this, it meant,
"I love you."

"When can I see you?"

"Wait for me."

"You may kiss me."

"We're being watched."

I'm sold.

Not for sale.

My mama...

Real gold.

If you give him everything...

who's going
to buy me an espresso?

Oh, my back!

And Americans everywhere.

You'd never know there was
a depression in that country.

They don't shop. They pillage!

And they speak loudly.

Could the entire nation
be hard-of-hearing?

Something in the diet, perhaps?

But we have
American friends, mama.

Well, they don't need to know
what we say about them, dear.

If everyone knew what
everyone said of each other...

there wouldn't
be 4 friends in the world.

I like America.

Name me another society
that's come from barbarism...

to decadence
without bothering...

to create a civilization
in between.

A tribute
to American efficiency.

There's Mr. Windemere.

Ooh, he must join us, then.

He can't see you, mama.

Who's that with him?

Looks like his wife.

No, I don't think it is.

I can't see now.
They're getting into the car.

It must be the wife
if she's getting into the car.

It wasn't her.

Then I must know who it is!

I think we should
mind our own business.

My own business bores me.

I much prefer other people's.

Poor little Meg, she's so sweet.

And the girl has no mother.

I want to take
her to my breast.

I had a similar thought.

I don't suppose Mr. Windemere
would be pleased to hear it.

Marital bliss
is a great burden...

to place on 2 people, Tuppy.

Sometimes a third person is
needed to lighten the load.

It would seem Mr. Windemere
agrees with you.

I can guess
what you were doing.

Shopping for
my birthday present?

I was right.

What did you get?

Not a thing.
You're too old for presents.

A hint?

A tiny speck of a hint?

You have to wait and see.

Perfume?

Stop it!

A book of poems?

Um, a dress?

A crocodile handbag
like the one the contessa has...

with the little claws
hanging off the bottom.

No more guessing.

Robert?

Mm-hmm?

Promise we won't
end up like those...

old married couples sitting
opposite each other...

at dinner twiddling our forks
with nothing to say.

You, with nothing to say?

I promise.

We'll always tell each other
the truth?

Except around birthdays.

Ooh! You're feisty.
What have you been reading?

What do you mean?

No, it's nice.

Turn out the lights.

But I like to see you.

Please?

I'll take them all.

Excuse me.

Yes, I bought a suit.

It's being altered
for Margaret Windemere.

Ah, Mrs. Windemere!

One moment, please.

Thank you.

Forgive me.

You're American, aren't you?

I'm from New York. Mrs. Erlynne.

Rhode island. Mrs. Windemere.

I need an opinion from home.

Now, be honest.

Would you wear it?

Well, it doesn't leave much
to the imagination, does it?

That depends
on the imagination.

Some men have more than others.

I suppose
it's certainly immodest.

Do you think it's vulgar?

Some people might.

Is your husband with you?

I'd love a man's opinion.

I can tell you,
he's very conservative.

A woman doesn't
always know her own husband.

Oh, I know Robert.
We've been married over a year.

A year? Practically forever.

Here it is, signora.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.
Come back again to see us.

Yes.

Good-bye.

You're not taking the hat?

The color looks perfect on you.

Don't you like it?

No, I have nowhere to wear it.

It's not exactly
church on Sunday.

Why not?

Can you imagine
what people would say?

If we're always guided by
other people's thoughts...

what's the point of having
our own?

It was nice meeting you,
Mrs. Erwin.

Erlynne.

Erlynne!

She was staying in a pensione.

Now she's in a villa
a few minutes from the club!

He's there!

I can't help seeing him.

He comes and goes
all hours of the day.

Of course, in public,
she's always with other men.

She wears nothing
but the latest fashions.

Somebody must be giving her
a very generous allowance.

And she'll have her hand
in Tuppy's pocket next...

if he doesn't wake up.

She's nothing better
than a common prostitute!

And Mrs. Windemere has no idea?

None at all.

Oh, terribly sorry.

She must be on the terrace.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to frighten you.

Yes, you did.

Yes, I did. What's that?

I'm making a menu
for my birthday party.

What's Italian for lobster?

Very good.

Now you've made me hungry.
Leave it.

Come on, everyone's
lunching at the club.

OK, I'll get Robert.

Yes?

I thought you agreed
not to call me at home.

How can I seduce you if
you always bring your husband?

Too slow!

All right.

Yes, yes, I'll be there.

In an hour.
Robert!

OK, in an hour. Bye.

Robert, it's quitting time.
we're going to lunch.

Can't. Sorry.

You're working.

Money never sleeps.

Bugger!

All paying jobs absorb and
degrade the mind.

You've never had a paying job.

I rest my case.

Cultivated leisure is man's
true calling.

I'm going to have to send
some telegrams in town.

I'll wait for you.

I'll be all afternoon.

I don't want you
to waste the day.

Do you mind, John?

Do I mind?

No, of course not.

Now, if you have to escort
that woman to the opera...

please don't sit with us.

Think of Alessandra.

Mrs. Erlynne has her own seats.

And who do you think
pays for her seats?

Her uncle just died.

She's come into some money.

And Mr. Windemere's visits?

He's managing
her investments, of course.

You're so fond of gossip...

you don't give the truth
a chance to put its pants on.

It's not the truth that's going
without pants, caro Tuppy.

Would you mind not smoking?

It makes me feel so romantic.

Anything too stupid
to be said is sung.

How is that romantic?

And the women are all so fleshy.

Excuse me, that's my foot.

Right over here?

What did I tell you?

Fried anchovies and clams in
a bag. Delicious.

Careful, it's hot.

You told Robert
we were going to the club.

I have a very poor
sense of direction.

You have a very poor
sense of decorum.

I never use that word.
I'm not sure what it means.

At the club,
we'd be with other people.

You're right.

Here we are, in the sunshine...

eating fish literally
just off the boat...

when we could be squashed
between Lord Tubby...

and Cecil the scintillating...

listening to one or the other
gripe about his digestion.

While the contessa,
in a counter-medley...

wails that Alessandra cares
more for the mating habits...

of the blue-bellied finch
than those of her own species...

and the widow Plymdale
bats her eyes longingly...

at every passing pair of trou.

All of which, mind you,
is time well spent in my book...

so, yes, I take your point.
I can't argue.

At the club,
we'd be with other people.

Afraid we'll be seen?

Set the chins wagging?

Do you know what I find worse
than being talked about?

Not being talked about at all.

Mrs. Erlynne
will see you upstairs.

In her bedroom.

Thank you.

I won't be long.

I won't be long!

This is expensive.

Nothing but the best for you.

I know. I paid for it.

Well, there is that.

Should we be drinking
this early in the day?

Well, somewhere
in the world it's very late.

I don't want you thinking
I make a habit of this.

Is that why you look so guilty?

I don't like lying to her.

I should go.

She's only gone to lunch.

This is all the cash
I have right now.

I'll set you up
with an account.

You can draw on it directly.

I met Meg.

It was by chance.

It's all right.

She had no idea who I was.

You spoke to her?

Mm-hmm. For a minute.

She's very pretty.

How did you two meet?

Was it love at first sight?

I have to go.

I'm curious.

It's only natural.

There's no point
to these questions.

Do you love her?

Very much.

I'd rather cut off my arm
than see Meg hurt.

Are you protecting her
or your reputation?

You don't know me at all.

Did he work
on your wedding night?

No! No.

He's...

he's very conscientious...

and I respect him for it.

Suppose it wasn't work.

Suppose he had a mistress.

Well, I couldn't respect that.

Once a wife's been betrayed...

she has the freedom
to do likewise.

No, that would make her as bad
as her husband, wouldn't it?

Modern marriage thrives
on mutual deception.

Robert and I are completely
honest with each other.

You should
make him your model.

I intend to...

from this moment on.

Don't you like it?

Oh, I'm saving it for Robert.

He loves figs.

Share mine, then.

Can we go to
the telegraph office?

Um, he probably hasn't eaten.

Alberto?

Fabrizio?

What's his name?

Mario?

Barman.

Whisky.

And another thing...

your Mrs. Erlynne
has no principles at all.

Oh, I like people
more than principles.

And people without
principles even better.

But Lord Augustus, she only
wants you for your money.

Now, why shouldn't she?

It's my best asset.

Oldish, fattish...

absolutely no brain...

heaps and heaps of banknotes.

No need to
put yourself down, Tuppy.

Your friends can always do that.

Hear, hear.

Down by the marina,
strolling along...

pretty as you please...

guess who I saw
with Lord Darlington?

They haven't seen him today.

Do you know where my husband is?

I thought he left
after you, signora.

Robert?

Hey. How was lunch?

We went to
the telegraph office.

Where were you?

Well, we...

we must have just missed
each other.

Now I see uncle.

He's with the American woman.

Too much rouge
and not enough clothing.

She's appealing
to the worst in the poor man.

It's what women do best.

I heard she left New York
without paying her hotel bill.

Quite a scandal.

Who, someone you know?

Someone you don't want to know.

No. Steer clear.

She's the one
with Lord Augustus.

You've met Mrs. Erlynne,
haven't you?

No.

But I've seen you.

Ooh, was that your foot?

Wherever do you find
shoes to fit?

My feet are in perfect
proportion to the rest of me.

Oh, yes, of course.

Though I will admit
they have a habit...

of finding themselves
in peculiar places.

Those people are staring
right at us.

Who?

Oh, don't worry about them.

It's my brother's wife
and her friend Lady Plymdale.

Lord Plymdale
passed on last year.

Liver, I think.

Poor woman.

Oh, yes. Very sad.

Her hair turned
quite gold with grief.

Erlynne, that's right.

Yeah, she--she came
into some money.

I made an investment for her.

An inheritance, I suppose.

Yes.

Ah, the woman in the shop.

I told you, remember?
The dress.

No back and almost no front.

You could see everything.
It was indecent.

You're just not used
to Italian fashions, that's all.

Oh, no, I'm sure your wife
is on the mark, Mr. Windemere.

Mrs. Erlynne
is a notorious jezebel.

That's a slanderous statement.

If you can't back it up,
I wouldn't repeat it.

Robert always gives everybody
the benefit of the doubt.

I'm sorry. I--I just don't
like gossip.

Gossip's all right.

It's the moralizing
that's in poor taste.

She's got her eye on me,
if you know what I mean.

So I wouldn't worry about
what they say about you.

It's all cats in a bag.

Why? What do they say about me?

That I'm a wanton woman?

Brazen...

with a past.

A brazen woman. Oh, dear.

Well, you're very brazen
yourself...

to be seen in my company.

Well, I've got a bit
of a past myself, you know.

Married and divorced twice.

Well, every experience
is of value.

And whatever you say
about marriage...

it certainly is an experience.

People call something
an experience...

they usually mean
it was a mistake.

I couldn't agree more.

We've all got a couple
of skeletons in the closet.

If they're going to rattle,
they may as well dance.

You're absolutely right.

Mmm. Whenever anyone
agrees with me...

I'm sure I must be wrong.

Oh, you like to be
the odd man out, do you?

Well, I'll never
understand women.

Women don't want
to be understood.

They want to be loved.

You're dead wrong on that.

You're very understanding.

That girl in lilac,
do you know her?

Um, oh, yes, yes.

It's Robert's wife.

Um, newlyweds.
All lovey-dovey. Very charming.

Really?

Well, I wish she'd stop
staring at me.

She isn't at all.

Those women must be
giving her an earful.

You mustn't mind.

I don't as a rule.

Look, it's terribly
stuffy in here.

I can hardly breathe.

Shall we go? Would you mind?

I can't think of anything
I'd mind less.

Good.

I can't believe it.

She's got him.

Poor Tuppy.

Shall I get a taxi?

Could we walk?

Why not?

Beautiful city.

The Romans call it
the land of the sirens...

from Homer's "Odyssey."

Is that so? Mmm.

Aren't you clever?

I read it somewhere.

Oh, I like a good read myself.

But nothing too laborious.

I don't want to tamper
with natural ignorance.

It's the key to happiness.

Do you really think so?

Oh, absolutely.
Good health, it's important...

but ignorance is the key.

Too much knowledge,
and you're doomed.

Well, here we are.

Aren't you going
to invite me in for a nightcap?

The sirens were said...

to be half woman,
half monster.

They lured the sailors
with their songs.

The ships crashed on the rocks,
and the men all drowned.

Oh, let's go in.

You can tell me more about it.

Poor Lady Plymdale.

I think she really likes Tuppy.

Where do you suppose they went?

Who?

Tuppy and Mrs. Erlynne.

Probably back to her apartment.

Probably.

Do you think he'll invite
her to my party?

I'll make sure he doesn't.

Well, don't be mean about it.

Of course not.

It's just...

I don't want anyone to be
uncomfortable, you know?

Someone like that,
it makes things awkward.

Yes.

You can say it's a small party--

private, just friends.
No investors.

All right!

Hey, it's not just girl gossip.

John Darlington
knows all about it.

He said her friend
is a married man.

It's disgusting--

You know what? People like
to hear themselves talk.

Why do you insist
on defending her?

I'm not defending her.

Yes, you are.

Let's drop it.

It's just...

well, should you be helping
her invest?

I mean, everyone knows
how she came into the money.

It just doesn't look right.

New topic.

Close your eyes.

Robert...

close your eyes.

It's after midnight.

Happy birthday.

It's beautiful.

Do you like it?

Robert...

thank you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Oh, my.

You like it?

Food is the rock
on which we build.

No love is pure and simple
as the love of food.

Love is rarely pure,
Lord Augustus, and never simple.

I don't think you've been
in love, Mrs. Erlynne.

You may presume
to call me Stella...

but don't presume
to know my heart.

For your information,
I'm always in love.

Good.

Excellent attitude.

And you're beautiful.

Smart, too.

Smarter than me, I expect...

but that's not
saying much, I'm afraid.

No, I think I'll do
very well to marry you.

How very practical.

Oh, I've begun too many
romances out of sentiment.

They always end in settlement.

I could listen to you
all night, Lord Augustus.

Tuppy, please.

You'll think about my offer?

Men don't marry women like me.

There aren't any women like you.

At least, not among
the women that I've met...

and you can imagine
I've met my share.

I was married.

I didn't take to it.

People change.

You might feel differently.

When I think of it,
I think of a room...

where you can't open a window.

Where there is no window.

Every day you wake up,
and the room is smaller.

You don't notice, not at first.

It happens slowly.

In inches.

Then one morning,
you open your eyes...

and the room's so small

you...

you can't move.

You can't take a breath.

You have to get out.

You can't think
of anything else...

or anyone else.

You married
the wrong man, that's all.

He married the wrong woman.

It's late.

It's time for bed.

Sleep.

"...Perchance to dream."

That's the Bard, you know.

I'm a bit of a reader myself.

So you said. Good night, Tuppy.

I hate the taste of tobacco.

Oh.

Well, that's it then.

I quit. On the spot.

What else can I tell you?

I'm a very rich man, you know.

You're a very nice man.

Go to bed.

You know, I'm glad I quit.

Filthy habit, really.

Good night.

Is there gonna be
a lion tamer...

or is it just the usual clowns?

Robert was afraid it might rain.

I really just wanted
a few people for dinner...

but he said,
"You only turn 21 once."

I know plenty
of very respectable women...

who, of their own accord,
turn 35 year after year.

I'm sure you can
be 21 as many times.

I think it's silly
to lie about your age.

You have no redeeming vices.

I hope not.

Happy birthday.

The invitation said no gifts.

That's why I brought it now.

It's too expensive.

I--I know you don't
mean anything by it...

but it just--
it wouldn't look right.

Gold looks right
with everything.

Just wear it.
No one has to know.

Well, I'd know.

I do mean something by it.

Please--

It's a gift
of friendship, Maggie.

Please. Now, you'll hurt me
deeply if you refuse.

Now look what you've made me do.

A little sincerity
can be a very dangerous thing.

Any more of it could be fatal.

Now just take the damn thing...

before I die
and ruin your terrace.

It's very pretty. Thank you.

Where's Robert?

Off sending another telegram?

Signora, the florist
is waiting for his money.

He'll have to get it
from Mr. Windemere.

I'm sorry.
Can he come back later?

Doesn't Robert
keep a checkbook in his office?

Can you sign on the account?

Ah, yes, of course.

Uh, tell him to wait.

I'll see you tonight.

People don't always
behave the way we expect.

In fact, it's really
just the opposite.

The truth is I don't
want to see you hurt.

What are you talking about?

You may need a friend
one of these days.

When you do, I'm here.

Will you remember that?

Yes, of course.

I came as quickly as I could.

We're all
so distressed over it.

But you mustn't
take it personally.

Mrs. Erlynne
is one of those women...

that attract men
like a bee to a flame.

Eh?

A moth.

Bee to a moth. Mmm.

There must be
some other explanation.

I have an idea.

Shall we go for a walk?

Hmm?

Tesoro, when there's
marriage without love...

there'll be love
without marriage.

No, but Robert and I
married for love.

You married for love,
of course. And so did I.

But before the year was over...

Benito was lifting
all kinds of petticoats.

I had to dismiss my best maid.

Oh, no, no.

I remember.

I passed her on to my cousin.

Oh, her husband
was so short-sighted, I thought.

But he navigated
by scent, it seems.

So unfortunate.

Believe me, darling.

It happens to us all.

Undying love is like
the ghost in your villa.

Everybody talks about it,
but try and find one person...

who has seen it.

Come on. Come on.

May I ask you a favor?

Anything at all.

About, uh, Mrs. Erlynne.

Ah...

very clever woman.

She threw me out last night.

Knows what a fool I am.

Knows it as well as I do myself.

She's meeting me here
for tea, though.

It's a great thing,
I tell you...

to come across a woman
who thoroughly understands me.

Would you mind, uh, not bringing
her to our party tonight?

That's the favor?

Well, Meg feels it might
make things awkward.

So it's true, then.

I didn't believe it.

I--I don't believe it now.
You don't seem the type...

though I will say
Mrs. Erlynne's damn fascinating.

Hard to resist. But...

you're not serious, are you?

I warn you, you'll have to
fight me for her.

And I'm a man in love.

What are you talking about?

This way, Mrs. Erlynne.

Come with me.

Where are you taking me?

Let go of my arm.

I have to talk to you.

I'm meeting Lord Augustus.

You must leave Amalfi at once.

Leave?

And go where?

You've paid my rent here for
the season.

I'll pay it somewhere else.

I want you on the first
plane out tomorrow.

- I don't understand.
- People are talking!

About us.

I don't see the humor.

Bury a real secret...

and a false one
pops up in its place?

There's a certain irony,
you have to admit.

I'm not ready to leave.

I'm enjoying myself here.

I'm begging you.

Think of Meg.

If she knew
that you were her mother...

it would destroy her.

Meg, or the magnificent
Windemeres?

Family scandal is unhealthy
for aspiring politicians.

I'm not the only pragmatist
in this room.

Pragmatist?

20 years...

and not a word.

You turn up when she
marries a man with money.

You call that pragmatism?
I can think of other words.

Are you trying
to hurt my feelings?

Do you have any?

That can't
be purchased, I mean.

How much...

to get you on
the first flight out?

I feel every time
he's kissed me, it's filthy.

A lie every minute
we've been together.

How could he?

Every man is born truthful,
and every man dies a liar.

Now, whatever you do,
you mustn't make a scene.

It's too unpleasant,
and you waste energy.

No, of course not. I wouldn't.

Crying is the refuge
of plain women.

Pretty women go shopping.

Be on that plane.

I'll send the cash.

Did I hear you correctly?

That Meg Windemere
is your daughter?

My daughter?

Robert's wife?

Yes.

How dare you.

She must be 20 at least.

Her mother?

Do I look as old as all that?

No, no, no.

Of course not.

I, um...

I must've nodded off.

You were dozing.

Go back to sleep.

Come on.

Oh, no. No business tonight.

We can talk another day.

- Hey, good to see you.
- Lovely party.

More champagne.

Welcome. Have a great party.

Hey, Hubert.

Good evening, Mr. Dumby.

Oh, good evening,
Mrs. Stutfield.

Last party of the season,
I suppose.

It's been a delightful
season, hasn't it?

Oh, yes! Quite delightful.

Good evening, Lady Plymdale.

Well, here it is,
the last party of the season.

Oh, I suppose so.

It's been a very dull season,
though, hasn't it?

Oh, yes, dreadfully dull.

Evening, Cecil.

Hello, Dumby.

I suppose this will be
the last party of the season.

Oh, surely not.

Probably 2 more at least.

Oh, I say, Darlington,
I had the oddest dream today.

A bit of it
has just come back to me.

So what are we drinking?

Where's the birthday girl?

Transforming herself.

Sausages and women...

if you want to enjoy
the experience...

never watch
the preparation of either.

Is that new?

Just out of the box.
Do you like it?

You might be a little cold.
I'll get you a wrap.

And spoil the lines?
Didn't your friend...

teach you anything
about Italian fashion?

My friend?

I saw the checks. Don't even.

Ah, Lady Plymdale.

So good of you to come.

Do you want another
glass of champagne?

I'd love some.

Let's get us both some.

Why don't you ask me how I am?

I like people
to ask me how I am.

It shows a widespread
interest in my health...

and you can't imagine
how comforting that is.

Lovely party, eh?

How are you, Cecil?

Oh, not well at all.

I--I'd like Alessandra to meet
Mr. Hopper from Australia.

Would you introduce her?

I--would you just excuse me
for one moment?

Go with Mr. Windemere.

Thank you.

She's my last, you know.

I will miss her.

But it's best to get them
out of the nest...

before they turn on you.

Girls begin
by loving their mothers...

but as they grow, they judge us.

Rarely do they forgive us.

Oh, poor fool.

He'll never learn.

Which fool?
Don't make me choose.

Tuppy.

He's brought Mrs. Erlynne.

All the women will snub her.
You wait and see.

She may have better luck
with the men.

It is because of men that women
distrust other women.

Women don't trust women.
Men don't trust women.

No one trusts women.

It's what binds the Hindu
and the Catholic.

I know I promised,
but I must tell you...

how beautiful you look tonight.

Well, if you must, you must.

I beg your pardon.

I was looking for someone else.

Well, you found me.

Mrs. Erlynne...

may I call you Stella?

Lord Augustus
is getting me champagne.

You and I can trade favors.

Tempting, but no.

And I'd rather
he didn't see us...

standing out here
under the moonlight.

He might misunderstand.

Hear me out.

Windemere's fortune
exceeds Tuppy's.

Why change horses now?

You can have what you want,
and Meg's free.

Free?

She hasn't the courage
to leave him.

But if it's clear to her
that he's with you...

He's not.

You've been buying
idle gossip, Lord Darlington.

You should get a refund.

Excuse me.

I--I had to invite her, Dumby.

The point is she's
a changed woman, transformed.

You can--you can see
it in her eyes.

Do you think she'd look at you
if you were poor?

Do you think I'd look at her
if she were ugly?

Fair's fair,
exchange rates and so forth.

Well, I know she's had
her this and her that...

but if a man can tolerate
his own past...

why not a past in his wife?

At any rate,
it's wipe the slate.

Clean start.

She and I, we...

we understand each other.

And you know what they say,
every saint has a past...

every sinner has a future.

And...

I'm going to ask her to marry me
if she'll have me.

You know--you know why they
call it an altar, Tuppy?

It's where they make
human sacrifices.

I had a dream about
Mrs. Erlynne today.

Yes, well...

you couldn't help it, I suppose.

She, uh--She is quite the woman.

But, um, in the future...

please try to dream
of someone else.

Well...

Don't you think
you've had enough?

Lovely party.

Thanks for coming.

Meg?

I have to change.

Did you see her?

Don't.

You're lovely.

It's ridiculous
on a woman her age.

Why didn't you tell me?

You said you were my friend.

Men and women can't be friends.

Meg.

No.

Can you stay with him?

Can you...

can you get into bed
with him tonight?

Tomorrow night,
nights after that?

You said yourself,
there's no forgiving a man...

who betrays his wife.

And what will you choose,
false degrading marriage...

or your own true self,
free of compromise.

I've loved you
from the beginning.

It's the truth.

Moment you held out your hand
to me in the glove shop...

I thought, "There she is."

And then, suppose I'd walked by
without stopping?

Just the thought of it...

I've never loved
anyone until now.

Stop.

John.

Sorry, I--I didn't mean
to startle you.

I'm looking for Meg.

If you see her, it's important.

Have you had a row?

A misunderstanding.

Try the bar.

Tuppy's given up smokes for her.

Women.

Women inspire us
to great things.

Then somehow prevent us
from doing any of them.

Look at him,
he's proposing to her.

If she says yes, it'll be
his third time up the aisle.

Hope trumps experience, Dumby.

It's God's joke
on the human race.

He's quite convinced
she's changed her spots.

Care to make it interesting?

I told you I was serious.

Hasn't anyone
warned you against me?

Oh, yes. Everyone.

Put it away.

Now, you don't have to
love me right away.

Think of the money.

Suppose I marry you and in
a year your investments go sour.

I'll be stuck with a pauper.

On the other hand,
I could drop dead...

on the golf course
next Tuesday...

and you'd be left
very well-appointed.

Life's a gamble, Stella.

I don't know what to say.

People say too much as it is.

Mrs. Windemere
and Mrs. Erlynne...

look like mother and daughter,
don't they?

They're wearing the same dress.

Well, that'll be it.

Come away with me.

We could set sail tonight.

Please.

Is this your idea of a joke?

I need to speak to you.

It's about Darlington.

Follow me.

He's in love with Meg.

I know we said cash,
so I'm raising the amount.

I want you to leave now.

I'd be more concerned
if I were you.

You're not me.

And Darlington's
not the problem.

The problem is
I've been lying to my wife...

and I'm not very good at it.

I can add up the rumors and
show her a big fat zero.

I'm Tuppy's girl. Case closed.

I'll do my own explaining.
Just get out.

I'd like to say good-bye to her.

You said good-bye
to her 20 years ago.

No second chances.

I'll leave first.

We shouldn't walk out together.

You're the expert.

Count to 100.

Mrs. Windemere.

Dear Robert...

I thought our marriage
was perfect.

I thought we would
always be together.

If you love Mrs. Erlynne,
you should be with her.

I feel so foolish.

Everyone knew but me.

Meg?

Meg, let me in.
I want to talk to you.

Please, open the door.

Th-there is nothing between me
and Stella Erlynne.

How can you think it?

She's old, for God's sake.

She dyes her hair.

She...paints her face
like an Indian.

She's a cold, selfish woman.

Not at all attractive
once you know her.

Look, she was going
to damage someone.

A person who'd never
done her any harm.

She came here with a secret...

that would--would
have broken your heart.

Look, I wanted to tell you.

I--I just didn't know how.

Look, I was trying
to protect you.

You have to believe me.

She asked me for money,
and I gave it to her.

I'm not proud
of being blackmailed...

and I didn't know
what else to do.

I should have told you
at the start.

I'm not lying to you now.

I...

I love you.

And there's no other
woman in my heart...

or in my bed.

Meg, please open the door.

I--We've both had
too much champagne.

We can talk in the morning.

Thank you for coming.

- Good night.
- Lovely party. Good night.

I--I'll see you at the club.

There's the girl.

I thought you'd fallen in with--

Take Windemere to the club.

Keep him out late,
all night if you can.

Get him drunk if you have to.

Just don't let him come home.

Why?

What? What?

I like you, I do.

But if this is going
to work between us...

you can't do that.

What? Do what?

Where? What? Why?

I can't always
explain myself to myself...

let alone anyone else.

Well, good for you.

Takes the pressure off.

9 times out of 10,
men don't give 2 pins about why.

They just feel obliged
to take an interest.

So, I'll do exactly
as you wish...

and I'll feel as if
we're married already.

Oh, can you get
yourself home all right?

Why, Tuppy...

you're the first man
who's ever asked me that.

I don't need
to be the first, Stella.

Just the last.

There's a taxi waiting
at the end of the dock.

My husband sent you.

Your husband thinks
you're in bed...

sleeping off a liter
of Perrier Jouet.

Let's go.

He gave me money, that's all.

I'm an old friend of the family,
and I had him over a barrel.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Married to a man you love...

and running off
in the middle of the night...

with an international playboy?

Do I think you're stupid?

This is none of your business.

You think just because hems
are higher and woman can vote...

that anything
has really changed for us?

Friends will stop calling.

He'll be invited
into homes you're not.

You manage.

Don't compare yourself.

It takes practice and skill
to live without regret.

A marriage takes
your whole heart.

Selfish people
can't pull it off...

but you are not that.

You can succeed
where the rest of us fail.

Why should I believe you?

Don't believe me, believe him.

He's been faithful to you,
I'll swear it on my life.

He told you to lie.

He doesn't even know
you're here.

He never has to know.

You want me to lie
on top of a lie?

Everything's spoiled
between us. I can't.

- What's happened to you?
- Let go of me!

Who taught you to
be so unforgiving?

You made a mistake,
don't make it worse.

You're hurting me!

You shut your eyes to
everything that isn't perfect.

You're just asking
to fall into a hole.

Fine.

Go ahead.

Step over love
to pick up pride and guilt.

What will that trade
be worth in a year?

In 20?

I've been throwing buns
in that club...

Big boat, Darlington.

Does it really
have to be so big?

You know what they say
about men with big boats.

Yes.

I should be getting home.

You'll take a cigar, surely.

I thought you'd quit
for the love of a good woman.

Good woman isn't
exactly the moniker...

I'd choose for Mrs. Erlynne.

You make her out
to be the devil's handmaiden.

She's nothing of the sort.

Dumby and I are
just concerned...

for your future,
aren't we, Dumby?

Devilish women are a bother,
and good ones are a bore.

That's the only difference.

Mrs. Erlynne is neither
a bother nor a bore.

Well, you change your habits,
but I doubt she'll change hers.

I've bet Dumby 50 quid.

Now, now, enough of this.

I won't hear any more words
said against her.

She's everything
I've ever wanted in a woman.

My dear Tuppy, in this world
there are only 2 tragedies.

One is not getting
what one wants...

the other is getting it.

The last is much the worst.

The last is a real tragedy.

Marriage--
it has its pains, ask Edna.

Celibacy has no pleasures.

What would you
know about celibacy?

I can learn.

If it will prove my love.

A woman who needs proof?

Before she'll leave her husband.

John, you are a cad.

We're all in the gutter.

But some of us
are looking at the stars.

What men call gallantry

and God's adultery
is far more common

where the climate's sultry

That's the one I bought Meg.

For her birthday.

You sure?

She must have left it last week
when you came for lunch.

She was carrying it tonight.

One fan looks
very much like another.

John?

I--I have no idea.

Meg's not--not here, is she?

No, of course not.

What's that?

I didn't hear anything.

She's downstairs.

Listen, Robert, calm down.

You've had too much--

Don't make an ass of yourself.

Bloody hell.
Too late.

Bloody hell.

We better put some ice on that.

It's going to swell.

I thought it was mine.

I must have picked up
Mrs. Windemere's by mistake.

Tuppy, I swear, I had no idea.

You owe Cecil 50 quid.

Sorry.

Seems I'm the ass, Windemere.

Not you.

I spent the night
on John's boat.

I had too much to drink.

Can I ask you to forgive me?

I did something
very stupid last night.

I...

You're not in my league.

I made a complete ass of myself.

Ruined it for poor Tuppy.

Better now than later, I guess.

Tuppy?

His engagement
to Mrs. Erlynne is off.

What are you talking about?

Last night on John's yacht...

Mrs. Erlynne
was waiting in his bedroom.

Look, I was drunk. I thought...

I saw your fan.
I thought that...

Oh, I didn't think. It was her.

She said she took it
by mistake.

No, that's not true.

Oh, of course not.

Better count the spoons.

You were right
not to want her here.

I'd have expected more
from John, though.

Tuppy's his friend.

She didn't take my fan.

I left it on--

There's a telephone call
from America.

It's your father, Mr. Windemere.

Not now.

No, no, I'll take it.

He'll worry.

I love you.

I love you.

And a woman brought this.

She's waiting downstairs.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

We had an agreement.

I came to return the fan.

How is your wife
feeling this morning?

You don't get within
10 feet of my wife.

I only asked how she was.

If you're here
to tell her who you are...

it's better coming from me.

It's my secret, not yours.

You've kept it very well.

20 years is a long time.

It doesn't seem to have
been too much of a strain.

You see a little girl
the right age...

you push the thought aside,
close the door.

Only at 3:00,
that in-between hour...

too late to do anything,
too early for dinner...

doors come flying open.

I don't believe you
feel anything for her.

You--you care about yourself,
no one else.

Robert.

Robert, your father
needs to talk to you.

He says it's import...

Mrs. Erlynne came
to return your fan.

She was just leaving.

No, don't leave.

I need to speak with you.

But she'll miss her plane.

Just a few minutes.

Robert, your father
is waiting on the phone.

He said it was important.

Robert?

It would be a great mistake...

to miss your plane.

I came to make sure
you got home safely.

Oh, no, you can't leave yet.

You're my only witness
that nothing happened.

Your witness?

I'm gonna tell him the truth.

What you did is your mistake.

Your sack of bricks.

You carry it.

You don't confess and hand it
off to someone who loves you.

But everybody thinks
you were having--

They'll think it anyway.
It doesn't matter.

That's not true. It does matter.

It matters to Tuppy.

I can't be responsible
for ruining that.

You want to spoil the one
good thing I've ever done?

It's only right
to tell him the truth.

You love each other.

That's your truth.

Why are you giving up

your chance at marriage
to save mine?

It doesn't make any sense.

I'll tell you the truth.

But first promise
you're not going...

to make some
grand confession.

Swear it on whatever
you hold sacred.

I swear on my mother.

Pardon?

She's my guardian angel.

My whole life
I've wanted to be like her.

I'm sure she wouldn't hold you
to such a standard.

She'd be so ashamed of me now.

We all straddle
the abyss, Mrs. Windemere.

If we never look down,
how can we know who we are?

A mother could never
be ashamed of a daughter...

who didn't fall in.

I hope you're right.

I've never been
more certain of anything.

I swear then.

What is it you
wanted to tell me?

Nothing.

I'll miss my plane.

Good-bye, Mrs. Windemere.

I hope we meet again.

So do I.

Mrs. Erlynne.

You didn't tell her?

No.

Why not?

She has a mother.

A photograph in a locket.

It's a fairy tale.

A kind, caring mother
who loves and watches over her.

I'm not gonna take that away.

And neither should you.

For one night, I thought you
were in love with another woman.

For one minute, I thought you
were in love with another man.

She was right.

Who?

Mrs. Erlynne.

She said,
"We can't shut our eyes

"to everything
that isn't perfect...

"otherwise we might fall
into a huge abyss."

We almost fell.

She's a smart woman.

She's a good woman.

Better than I thought.

She insisted.

Who?

Meg.

Something to remember her by.

And she explained everything.

Everything?

Oh, yes, of course.
The flat tire, the dog.

The Brazilian taxi driver
with a pregnant daughter...

who lost her purse.

And the only thing
I can say in my defense is...

that I have no defense.

I jumped to conclusions
and thought the worst.

Where is this old crate
going to?

Don't know.

Will you marry me
when we get there?

A man gets the wife he deserves.

well, I've been a very,
very bad man.

You know, John,
love's a battleground.

It was only a flesh wound.

Men advance, women resist.

We retreat,
and they block our escape.

We can't win.

The sexes will never
understand each other.

Only because they take such
pains to deceive each other.

Oh, hello, Dumby.

Are you awake?

Am I winning?