Original subtitles

Tyvian: "And the man and the woman were naked together,

"and were unashamed."”

Tyvian: Now, you understand, this bowler hat of my father's

had to serve for funerals, weddings, important union meetings,

and all the gatherings at chapel.

And chapel was very important to my father.

A very strict religious man.

Well, first of all, my brother was a drinking man.

Secondly, he was mother and father to me.

Washed my face, blew my nose, and packed me off to school.

And, in his spare time, he did happen to be

one of the best bloody coal miners in the whole of south wales.

Isn't he gorgeous?

Who are you?

One of our venetian characters. Part-time writer, part-time guide,

- and a couple of other things. - That's absolutely right.

Oh, a writer!

A kind of Henry James?

- Woman ♪2: That's right, you might say so. “Woman ♪3: Quite a reputation for the scandal.

Barman: Okay, signor tyvian?

And he himself starts clattering down the hill towards his butty's cott...

All right, people, the drinks are on me.

Please finish, Ty.

I don't suppose, tyvian,

that you even remember why we are here today?

Tyvian: "If I forget thee..."

It was a sun-splintered summer's day.

Venice, film festival time.

The book had made me famous. The film had made me rich.

And I rode the waters of Babylon on a chariot of speed.

And now I present to you mr branco and mr Jones.

Signor branco, a few words, please.

What can I say? I'm hoping to win the festival.

This is tyvian Jones, author of the story.

Mr Jones, your impressions, please?

Well, I'm not bothered, really, you know? I had a bad leg.

Well done, vittorio!

Whee!

Oh, la...

Paddles!

Englishman: Oh, do be careful!

Ah, buona sera, caro!

Don't always talk like an agent, my lovely. It's vulgar.

Your ten per cent of tyvian Jones is merely ten per cent of trouble.

And ten per cent of you, my darling?

Oh, that's all there is of me, my darling.

Nonsense.

No woman ever believes that

before she gets married.

Good evening.

Mccormick: The only writer I've ever known

who tried to steal the celebration from the star of the picture.

Jealous, Mac?

- Try to remember, it's a great book. - Tyvian: Turned to me, he said:

"Tyvian, my boy,

"my sex life and my religion got sadly mixed up.

"First girl that ever said yes to me, said yes behind the chapel wall.

"So whenever I hear them singing in the chapel,

"or hear the bells ringing through the fog,

"or even see a stiff black Sunday suit,

"I can still feel a hard smack

"of a father's big boot on my bare arse."

Mccormick: Chapter five.

Man: Congratulations, signor branco.

Oh, Francesca, finalmente!

- Ciao. - Sergio, congratulations.

Francesca.

My compliments.

Congratulations!

- Darling, you were extraordinary. - Thank you, Sergio.

Just extraordinary. I mean that.

The star: Do you think they liked it? Do you think we have a success?

So the emperor is dragging you off to Rome.

I left my very best nightgown in your bedroom,

so you wouldn't be lonely.

I always thought your book would make a great picture.

As usual, I was right.

Oh, Sergio! Francesca and I had to persuade you

to do this picture at the point of a gun!

Success has a thousand fathers.

- And mothers. - Man: Signor branco?

- Yes? - I think your film is a significant advance

on the problem of telling a story

at different levels of time and consciousness.

My english is not so good.

Signorina ferrara here will talk to you.

Take care of him.

May I introduce you?

I'd like you to meet the man who did the screenplay,

mr Arthur mccormick. Excuse me.

Thank you.

Left with me. Your editor will never forgive you.

Trot along, my old countess, and find yourself a drink.

- Champagne? - Grazie.

Tyvian?

No, thank you.

Would you please bring us a glass of tomato juice on the rocks?

From your book, I had gathered the welsh were a drinking people, mr Jones.

And that all Italians are great lovers.

Branco: Let's be friends tonight.

My picture...

Our picture is a great success.

I want to get another story from you, tyvian.

That is, if you can ever get him to write it.

I can.

As a matter of fact, annamaria has just rented me a place near torcello.

I intend to start my new novel there.

Good, I'll buy it, just on an outline.

I'll give you an advance right now, and a larger sum if I like the novel.

If you're going to talk about money...

But tyvian is not interested in money.

Of course I'm interested in all your lovely money, signor branco.

When do you want the book? Now?

Yes. Now.

Annamaria: Sergio!

I'll worry about the details.

Story by tyvian Jones. Screenplay by Arthur mccormick.

Italian dialogue by mrs tyvian Jones.

On! Now listen!

Listen to me, everybody!

Give me a hand.

The authors of tonight's success

are going to continue working as collaborators.

Tyvian will write a hew story for branco,

and our dear Francesca will find a husband.

To Francesca and tyvian!

Man: D'you hear that? Francesca and tyvian getting married!

Excuse me. I want to say goodbye to tyvian.

I'll see you at the airport, Sergio.

For one ghastly moment, darling,

I thought you were going to announce our wedding.

Thinking about your novel?

Our wedding! It will have to be by gondola, you know.

That's my church, della salute.

Yeah, I know.

Do you mind?

Look, I stopped worrying about church, and chapel, a long time ago.

Francesca...

Any wedding you like,

as long as there's a wedding night.

Branco: We're leaving!

Can't branco run his business for one day without you?

He likes to think not.

Don't go to Rome tonight, Francesca.

Stay with me.

Well, okay. I'll ask branco.

No...

No, your job's important.

We'll see each other next weekend.

Woman: Oh, god!

Man: Darling...

Woman: Let's go.

Oh!

Man: Wait, I'll turn on the light.

Meanwhile, I'll close this window.

Eve: Take this.

Yes, certainly. Anything you say, darling.

Lovely place, isn't it?

Put them here.

Open them.

Yes, at once.

A stroke of luck we found this place.

Do you want to change?

I'll leave you alone.

In the meantime, I'll light a fire.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

J; Willow weep for me

j bend your branches down along

j the ground, and cover me

j listen to my plea

j hear me, Willow, and weep

j for me

j gone my lovely dreams

j lovely summer dreams

j gone and left me here

j to weep my tears along the stream

j sad as I can be

j hear me, Willow, and weep

j for me

j whisper to the wind, and

j say that love has sinned

j to leave my heart a-sighin'

j and a-cryin' alone

j murmur to the night

j hide its starry light

j so none will find me sighin'

j cryin' all alone

j weepin' Willow tree

j weep in sympathy

j bend your branches down along

j the ground, and cover me

j listen to my plea

j hear me, Willow, and weep

j for me

j Willow

j Willow

j weep for me j»

Pieri: Hey, what do you want?

Tyvian: What do you mean, "what do I want?"

What the hell do you want? What are you doing here?

Pieri: As you see, I have a friend.

I'm not alone. I'm sorry.

Tyvian: So you treat my place like a hotel?

We can do without that, for a start.

So you smashed my windows, and turned the place into a pigsty?

And where is this friend of yours?

Fix yourself a drink.

Billie Holiday: J; Willow weep for me

j; Willow weep for me

j bend your branches down along... j

are you ready, sweetheart?

I'm sorry, but it's not my fault.

Billie Holiday: J listen to my plea

j hear me, Willow, and weep... j

I took the Liberty of mixing one for you, too.

Well, that's very nice of you.

I don't drink.

Pieri is my name. Silvano pieri.

We reserved at the hotel further along, but, er...

With a broken rudder, and the storm...

Oh, you're quite welcome to stay.

Tyvian: Hello.

Has our host given you a drink, too?

Might I help? This is la signora olivieri.

Olivier.

So you got wet?

I nearly turned back to spend the night in venice.

I'm glad now I didn't.

You're French?

You live in venice?

I do. La signora lives in Rome.

I thought I knew Rome well.

I've obviously been missing something.

I think you must be tired, Eva.

Don't you want to go to bed?

You two must be hungry. There's a bucket of eggs in the fridge.

- Some coffee, if you like. - No, no. Thank you. We dined late.

Where do I sleep?

In there.

My room.

You sure I can't get you something to eat?

I wanted to make sure you were comfortable.

I don't entertain women here very often.

You don't believe me?

If you give me your wet things, I'll put them in the kitchen to dry.

Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk!

Signore,

I'm sorry for the intrusion, but this is clear.

La signora is mine.

Capito?

If you think I'm lending you my bed, you're out of your mind.

I waited a long time for tonight.

But not in my house, cock.

You sleep down here. I sleep in the study.

You don't understand.

She's only in venice for this weekend.

Oh, sad, man. Sad.

Look, amico. Fine handbags, airplane tickets,

even a small and very expensive painting.

All very expensive.

You might say she has an obligation to me.

Between gentlemen.

Between gentlemen.

Look, I'll rent your house, anything you want.

You've got the soul of a bloody shopkeeper!

Tyvian: I said no!

Go on, spend the night in your boat!

Go on, cinderella. Your pumpkin awaits!

J listen, I'll tell you god's own truth, children

j we children want to be free

j but woman don't want it... &

tyvian: Your friend's gone.

Tony middleton: J quite as much as we do

j no, no, no, no, yes, yes, yes j

he seems to think that you're under an obligation.

Now, that's not my style.

Me, I have the right of conquest.

You must be pretty good.

He offered to rent the house...

For the night.

Tell me about the husband.

He's handsome, of course.

That's why you cheat on him with venetian merchants.

Why not with me, then, eh?

Why not?

Let's see what you can do.

Tony middleton: J oh, once there was no Adam... j

Et voila!

Hello?

Yes, this is la signora Olivier's house.

It's the colonel. He wants to talk to you.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm sorry? Ah.

At what time?

Half past eight.

Very well. Good evening.

Ironed?

Well, what did the doctor say is wrong with you?

- Oh, nothing, I'm fine. - Isn't that simply wonderful!

Do you have enough money?

Well, maybe not as much as your boyfriend has,

but I'll spend more.

How about dinner? He paid for it.

I've eaten.

Do you always eat before you go out to dinner?

Yes.

Allow me to buy you all a drink.

I cannot expect you to weep for me sober.

Hello, my beauty.

Hello, Ty! Thought you were in venice.

I shan't ask you what you're doing in Rome.

Come and join mccormick's wailing wall.

Sorry, Mac.

Annamaria proposed to me again this afternoon.

Noblesse oblige, I accepted.

We're just having a little stag party.

Yeah, I can see.

That costs money.

Alas, wives cost money too.

Mccormick: Give me a drink!

Have another drink, old chap.

You might as well. I'm going to be paying for it!

Don't touch my glasses!

Tyvian: Don't worry. I'm not going to touch your glasses.

Vincent, how much?

Three thousand.

Grazie, mr Jones.

Buona sera, signore. Buona sera, signora.

Tyvian: And sion still hasn't turned up for work.

Down went the paint-pot, down went the brush,

and he himself started clattering down the hill.

Knocked on the door. "Is sion in?" He said.

"Sion died during the night."

"Oh. Did he say anything about a pot of paint?"

- Woman: Hello, big boy! - I'm busy.

Oh!

You should have won, too.

Well, you can't win all the time.

Et vous, mon vieux? Comment ca va?

You gamble like a child.

Mmm!

What is your bare face doing in the dawn light?

Where did you go, the night your wife died?

It is a judgement, to look at Rome forever,

and see nothing.

Mmm!

More like yourself!

Tyvian: J; Mae bys meri-Ann wedi brifo

j a dafydd y gwas ddim yn iach &

Eve: Ssh!

Tyvian: J Mae'r baban yn y crud yn crio

j a'r gath wedi sgrapo joni bach

j dai bach y sowldiwr

j dai bach y sowldiwr

jagwteigrys e mas jd

Eve: Ssh!

Tiens, tiens.

Sshl

what do you like best?

In the whole world?

Money.

Why...

Why money?

To buy records.

And what do you hate the most?

Apart from men.

Apart from men?

Old women.

Eve?

I suppose it's safe to assume that...

The husband is not in the apartment?

He's in Africa.

Africa!

He's an engineer.

- He's in Africa working on a dam. - Oh.

Well, suppose...

Suppose he decides to fly home? Tonight?

Then, you'd have to protect me.

Well, that would depend on how big he was.

He's very big.

Black,

wavy hair.

Big nose.

Big mouth.

He's a real man.

He can handle me.

Eve: Et voila.

Even my husband doesn't know I have this place.

Eve: Thank you for a lovely evening.

Don't tell me anything, or tell me the truth.

What does she look like, this wild woman?

Small.

Huh. Small and ugly?

- Ciao, Francesca. - Buon giorno, Sergio.

Tyvian, I didn't know you were in Rome.

We are re-cutting our feature, tyvian.

When I saw it in venice, I thought some scenes could be improved.

How's the new novel going?

Did annamaria send you the contract?

What's the essence of your story?

You want to hear it now?

Yes.

Well, I don't want to tell you now.

As you wish, but when a man comes to me with an idea for a film...

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! You came to me.

You have the notes on the re-cutting, Francesca?

No, I haven.

What is this?

A conspiracy?

I had a date.

Capisco.

Excuse us, tyvian. I wish to speak with Francesca.

Will you be long in Rome, tyvian?

Until I'm ready to leave.

Sergio, you must apologise to tyvian.

I will if I must.

This book is gentle, humorous, simpatico.

I have known dozens of writers, of many nationalities,

lived with them, eaten, worked with them.

They all have these... What do you call them?

Antennae.

This book was written by someone who had them.

You believe what you want to believe.

Maybe.

I have started an investigation of tyvian in his home town in wales.

By what right?

He's under contract to me.

This man was a drinker, a boaster, an athlete, afraid of the mine.

These are facts!

Not facts, opinions.

We'll see. But certainly, Francesca,

I am not just going to stand by quietly

and leave you to that... That bastardo.

I'll protect you, under protest.

I love you, Francesca.

I love you, and we're not going to argue.

Tyvian: You see, once the chapel is in your blood,

it's the devil to get rid of it.

You're either for it, or against it.

You just can't forget it.

I'll tell you something that my fancy friends don't know.

I was never really a coal miner.

Oh, I tried it for six weeks,

but it was my brother who was the miner.

Ll ook!

Does it squirt?

We were orphans, too, my sister and myself.

She took in washing in Lyon,

until she got sick of tuberculose.

The man who lived above us,

he was married with five children.

I don't even remember his name.

He had...

Red birthmarks on his hands.

He said he would look after us,

if

I was eleven, you understand.

You'd believe anything!

Tyvian: Eve?

Eve?

Tony middleton: J Adam and Eve is the story

j children, gather round...

J this ain't the story... &

tyvian: What made you let me in this time?

Eve: You've taken me a lot of places, you've given me a lot of things.

Tyvian: Is that the only reason?

You have some unexpected things.

Very small,

but very expensive.

Expert at this, making a show.

You saw my island place, near venice.

Shoes, hand-made.

Suit, bespoke.

What's inside doesn't count.

But that lamp!

That's definitely got to go!

Tony middleton: J ...Quite, quite as much, quite as much

j as we do, no, no, no, no, yes, yes, yes... j

female chorus: J hallelujah!

Tony middleton: J lord, the woman

chorus: J hallelujah!

Tony middleton: J then a woman, woman to man, yes, yes, yes, yes...

What about this?

It's a present from my husband.

All of them?

One for each time he comes home?

Where is your real home?

In the country, near Rome. We have a farmhouse.

Would you introduce me to your husband?

I might. He's very jealous.

Furrows...

Furrows.

Greta garbo wears a small triangle of cork plaster, just there,

to keep the wrinkles away.

Actually, you're quite attractive.

They all say that.

If you just think I'm one of those...

You find me attractive?

Mean.

Cruel.

Vicious.

Destructive.

I might persuade you that you're not.

I like to make women happy.

Think that's conceited?

Just accurate.

Let's see what you can do.

Don't fall in love with me.

Tony middleton: J a poor woman

j an unhappy god

j woah, yes, yes, yes... j

Not conceited.

Just accurate.

Grazie!

Breakfast?

Francesca: But with love, tyvian. With love. Con amore.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Say it, then, tyvian.

I've said it.

Look, I'm... I'm sorry I wasn't here.

This morning was a nice surprise.

It was not easy.

Oh, come off it, Francesca! You've been here often enough before.

Not without an invitation.

You don't need one!

I'll be late for work.

Francesca.

Look Francesca, I'm not going to account for my actions, now, or ever.

All right.

I was with a woman.

You know me.

I'm one of those, I can't change.

I love all women, six to sixty.

Francesca: And they're all the same, aren't they?

You have to make your choice, tyvian.

Francesca.

What's happened?

Please, Sergio.

Francesca...

Oh, Francesca.

Buon giorno, signore branco.

Your taxi wasn't accepted.

What have you done to her?

Is that your business too?

Until now, I have respected her preference for you, tyvian.

But I refuse to do so any longer.

You have humiliated Francesca publicly.

You have been seen with a woman,

who is well known here.

Who told you that?

Rome is a village.

You have no discretion, and no respect for our customs.

It's all right, then, if I'm discreet?

I don't care about your morals.

I care for her.

I want her for myself.

I warn you, tyvian.

When you hurt Francesca, you hurt me.

As a man, you are a fake.

I believe you're also a fake as a writer.

And I'm going to prove it.

I'm investigating you.

Mr Jones, again.

She's not here.

I know she's here.

Postman: Excuse me, signore. Is this mrs olivieri's address?

- Yes. - I have a package for her.

Eve?

Evel

I'm not moving until you let me in.

"In memory of a very happy weekend. Karl."

Tyvian: Eve!

Evel

The stranger in hell

Fve.

Why won't you see me?

You have to see me!

Have to?

I told you not to fall in love with me.

Evel

come away with me for the weekend.

We can go back to my island near venice.

No.

The best hotel in venice.

And gambling.

Hmm. The best hotel.

All right, then.

I'll think about it.

I'll see.

Hello.

Thank you. Another? Thank you.

Pelits! Petits! Petits! Petits!

Groomsman: Good enough for your own wedding!

Tyvian: Well, I don't know about that.

If mccormick can get married, why can't you?

I don't know, ask him. Maybe he needs an agent.

Why should an intelligent man like myself

be subjected to this kind of tribal ritual?

You don't have to marry me.

Now she tells me.

If only you could have seen Sergio's face!

You know, he likes your outline. I could have kissed him!

He likes it enough to talk about it for a whole weekend.

Sergio is a businessman,

and there's $30,000 riding on your conference with him.

Don't worry, he likes it.

I'm the bridegroom!

Why, you shouldn't even be seeing me before the wedding.

Superstition my old strumpet. Shut up, and deliver.

Why don't you go ahead? I'll... I'll catch up.

Pronto.

No, not today. It can't be today.

I'm sorry, I can't do it.

Tomorrow?

Look, er... I'll call you back in five minutes.

I said so, didn't I?

All right, all right, I'll be there.

Yes, yes, immediately.

Tyvian: Grazie.

Manager: Is there anything you'd like, signore?

I've done everything you wanted. As you ordered.

Thank you.

It's a first-class cabin, all right.

- Buon giorno. - Grazje.

"The best hotel."

Do you know how much this weekend's going to cost me?

Do you?

A few friends, $30,000...

And a wife.

That's something my husband would never do.

What?

Discuss money.

I'd forgotten there was still three of us on this honeymoon.

"Honeymoon"?

I can laugh without drink, fight without drink...

Get any woman I want without drink.

So why should I drink?

That's it! That's it!

You've got to learn to keep that...

Up there.

Now, I'm a minority of one.

Mmm...

Minority of one. Like you.

Oh, come on...

Come on!

Stop playing your bloody games just... Just for one night!

You wait till I get you upstairs.

Neville!

I think your friend is a bit under the weather this evening.

Would you like to join our table? You're welcome if you wish to.

Tyvian: Two large whiskies,

for two damned souls, perishing of thirst.

They must have found coal under the grand canal?

Oh, englishman!

A witty englishman!

Which, you have to admit, is a contradiction in terms.

You're not in the pub in swansea now.

You wouldn't like to say that again, would you, Percy?

You heard.

Easy, fella. Easy!

Hello, lovely!

Come on.

Buona sera.

Good night.

Gentlemen.

We have other things to do.

Buona notte.

Boo!

J Mae bys meri-Ann wedi brifo

j a dafydd y gwas ddim yn iach

j Mae'r baban yn y crud yn crio

j a'r gath wedi sgrapo joni bach...

J ...Crud yn crio

j a'r gath wedi sgrapo

j joni bach

j dai bach y sowldiwr

j dai bach y sowldiwr... & hey!

You wait till 1...

Get you...

I'm cold.

You won't be cold. Why do I have to be?

Go back, then. Go back to venice.

You wanted to come and look at your damn house.

And now you won't even go in.

At least we could have a fire inside.

I don't know what you think about me, Eve.

You probably don't think about me.

The best hotel...

It's a long way from the mines and the chapel, is this.

"Though you hide in the uttermost parts of the earth..."

You're very like me, Eve.

Francesca...

She believes in me.

Branco's waiting to trap me.

The book.

My book, my big success.

It's my brother's book.

I never wrote a line of it.

Even the outline that I sent to branco.

Wh... that... that's...

That's only a story that my brother used to tell.

I only wrote it down the way he used to tell it.

I've never written a thing in my life.

My bloody brother!

He was... he was ashamed to call himself a writer.

"Oh, I'm only a working man," he said.

He didn't tell the world he was any bloody writer.

And when you looked...

Looked at him, you knew that he wouldn't live long.

That the world would kill him.

Very white face. Chalk white.

Like a carved angel.

Huh!

And he loved me.

Oh, he was a drinking man.

And a man who could hold his drink.

And...

And he gave me...

The book. His book.

"See what you can do with it, tyvian, boy," he said.

And I put my name on it.

I stole my dead brother's soul.

Help me.

Tyvian: Eve?

Everything I told you about the book...

I could've written it.

Eve: Did you write it?

I said I could have wri...

You said you were a thief.

So...

You're a thief.

Even my brother would admit...

Is he dead, or not?

Yes.

Does he need his soul?

My god...

Yes, I know.

You're sorry.

I'm not sorry.

What are you going to do now, without your $30,000?

Your weekend is over.

Do you have enough to pay the bill?

That's my business.

Do you have enough to pay me?

You heard me.

I want to be paid. Cash.

How much do you think I can get for this?

And this?

It doesn't meet my price for a weekend.

Here.

I take money from a man.

You're not a man.

You're a loser.

Go on, loser. Take it.

You need it worse than I do.

What do you think I've been doing all the time?

I've won money gambling.

You even led me to a couple of clients.

You earned it.

Go on.

Take it.

And... and what does that make me?

What does that make you?

Get out.

I told you not to fall in love with me.

Get out!

Woman: Bye! Bye!

J Adam and Eve is the story

j children, gather round

j this ain't the story that you believe

j no, no, no, no, no, no, no

j yes, god made Adam

j from a woman's rib, mm-hmm... j

Tyvian: This is against the winter.

They say, branco and the others, that...

I married you for my career.

Did you?

I need you, Francesca.

I know.

I love you.

Oh.

Sergio!

Ciao, Sergio.

- How are you? - And you, how are you?

Fine, thank you.

Tyvian will be so glad to see you.

Enzo told me you were here.

I thought you were angry with me. You didn't come to the wedding.

Whether married or not, you're still working for me, aren't you?

Oh, of course.

My organisation doesn't work without you.

I'm sorry to disturb your honeymoon.

I'm showing the new version of our picture to some critics on Friday.

I'd like Francesca to be there.

Well, why tell me?

That makes me very important, Sergio.

I have brought you a wedding present, tyvian.

The results of my investigation in your home town in wales.

Would you like to read it?

Read it.

I can see you are very much in love, Francesca.

Si

And you'd love him, no matter what he is?

Si

I was wrong. I apologise.

To both of you.

May I have a cognac to warm me before I go back to venice?

Eve: Hello, Ty.

Why didn't you invite me fo your wedding?

Or didn't you know I was still in venice?

Billie Holiday: J; Willow weep for me... &

very chic! Very expensive!

Did she pay for it?

What's the matter?

You've got nothing to say?

Have you told her about your brother?

Ty?

I sent your money back.

Sent it back.

By registered post.

To your flat in Rome.

You're there.

You hear me!

I don't want your dirty money!

Poor fool!

Oh...

What is it, tyvian?

Nothing.

Oh...

I love you, tyvian.

But how can we ever make it work,

if you won't tell me?

You must tell me.

I will.

Don't go to Rome tomorrow.

1 think I will, now.

I hope Sergio enjoys my honeymoon.

I'll only be gone a day.

Carte.

Takes two to tango.

What's the matter? I'm clean, see?

Croupier: Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

Number seven.

Croupier: No more bets.

Tyvian's companion: You know her?

Do you?

She was my best friend at the monte Carlo casino.

And then she hooked herself a fat little man from Lyon,

and got a big fat settlement.

And now she doesn't even know me.

And I'm every bit as good as she is.

Do you know him, too?

Companion: Michele?

Ah, now there's a man. There's a real man.

Just like you, darling. Just like you.

He's a... an engineer, isn't he?

No, he's a gambler. A professional.

Uh-uh.

Not against him.

He plays to win.

Yeah.

Banco.

Ciao, Eva.

Croupier: Nine. The house wins.

- Michele... - Nine.

The lot.

Banco.

I oser.

No...

Wait for me!

You look as though you could kill her.

Maybe I will.

Why don't you kill me instead? I'd like it.

Too bad you came up against me.

Never should challenge a man with a run of luck.

You learn that when you've lost as much as I have.

Really?

At least introduce me to your husband.

Mr Jones, my husband.

"Husband"?

I changed his luck.

Yes? Let's see what you do for me.

I think Eve prefers to hold this gentleman's hand.

Whisky.

One husband,

finito.

Only my husband can do that.

It's the nicest time of the day.

No.

If you so much as touch the bed...

And close the door.

Hmm.

J love is like a hydrant

j it turns off and on

j like some friendships

j when your money's gone

j love stands in with the loan sharks

j when your heart's in tongs

j if I had some strong wings

j like an aeroplane

j had some broad wings

j like an aeroplane

j I would fly away forever

j never to come again

j oh love, oh love

j oh loveless love

j has said our hearts

j are goldless gold

j from milkless milk

j and silkless silk

j we are growing used

j to soulless souls

j such grafting times we never saw

j that's why we have a pure full law

j in everything

> we find a flaw

j even love, oh love

j oh loveless love j

Francesca: Oh, no!

Tyvian: Francesca!

Francesca!

Francesca!

Billie Holiday: J just to fly away

j from loveless love j

Francesc...

Don't!

Man; Ah, there we are.

Go ahead, go ahead. Don't worry.

Go ahead, madam. Please.

Good night, Eve.

- Night. - Bye, dear.

- Bye bye! - Bye.

Bye!

J; Willow weep for me

&' bend your branches down along j

j the ground, and cover me

j listen to my plea

j hear me, Willow, and weep

j for me

j gone my lovely dreams

j lovely summer dreams

j gone and left me here

j to weep my tears along the stream

j sad as I can be

j hear me, Willow, and weep

j for me

j whisper to the wind, and

j say that love has sinned

j to leave my heart a-sighin'

j and a-cryin' alone

j murmur to the night

j hide its starry light

j so none will find me sighin'

j cryin' all alone

j weepin' Willow tree

j weep in sympathy

& bend your branch... j

Mmm...

Eve?

I need you.

Please.

Please...

Get out! Get out! You...

Ll oser! Loser! Loser! Loser!

Evel

Tyvian: Two years under the tolling of that bell.

But it wasn't for you that I stayed in venice, Francesca.

Eve stayed.

And I,

part-time writer, part-time guide,

full-time exile in my Babylon.

"If I forget thee..."

No doubt you will appreciate the beauty of our Greek islands.

From an inside cabin?

But no doubt you can persuade the purser.

Mm-hmm, I could.

I warned you, my darling. I warned you before we got married

you'd only get ten per cent of a man.

But you didn't tell me I would only get ten per cent of that ten per cent.

One per cent. That's a marriage?

That's marriage.

It's only two years,

and there's no wreath from you on Francesca's grave.

Is she dead, or not?

Does she need a wreath?

Ah, mr Jones.

Tyvian: Buona sera, signorina.

Mr kazakos.

We sail in less than an hour, but, mr Jones, a drink?

You'll be back in ten days, I'll meet the boat.

I hope to have sold that story by then.

We could go to the casino, make a night of it.

Eve?

I'll wait for you at the danieli bar.

Yes?

If I come back.

Bloody welshman!

Tyvian: "And he placed to the east of the garden of Eden

"cherubims and a flaming sword,

"which turned every way fo keep the way of the tree of life."

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