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I'm wearing my birthday suit in your honour.
I thought for certain I would hear
that Gilda and Julian had broken up...
but nothing seemed
A few weeks passed...
and just when I'd resigned myself
to never being with her again...
something unexpected happened.
The divorce was at least 12 years ago.
Yeah, she must be devastated.
Can I join?
That's five shillings annual membership fee.
I read about your mother.
It must have been awful.
She was a stranger to me, really.
But how have you been?
Practicing my billiards.
I wanted to see you
to tell you that I'm leaving England.
Why?
The wanderlust has got me. I want to travel.
Where will you go?
when I was younger.
Maybe I'll start there.
Would you like a traveling companion?
You have to finish your degree.
Does Julian know?
I'll leave him a nice letter.
You're the one friend from this chapter
I'd like to keep.
Three weeks later, Gilda left England.
And so began
our one- sided correspondence.
For she was never in one place long enough
for my letters to catch up with her.
After a year, she stopped writing.
By the time I graduated and began teaching
in the East End of London...
I'd managed to finally put her behind me.
Civil war had broken out in Spain...
and I was campaigning
for the Republican side...
in its increasingly desperate fight
against the Fascists.
Tiberius is in a bad mood!
Where are those slaves?
We'll see how brave you are
in the Coliseum.
Take away their drinking water.
I hadn't had a letter from her
for almost a year.
But Gilda always
had an uncanny sense of timing.
She was back in Paris...
telling me a whole new chapter of her life
was beginning...
Once more, nothing else in the world
existed for me.
Miss Bess?
Bonjour.
I'm looking for Miss Bess.
Guy! You came! And so soon!
Well, you finally sent me an address.
Look at you. Suddenly you're a man.
I even shave now.
How long can you stay?
Only till tomorrow. I have to work.
That's ridiculous.
You have to stay for at least a month.
We'd better get ready for tonight.
You're a great bunch of robots!
Don't be late!
You'll be able to see my show.
What sort of show?
You'll see tonight.
I saw you in a film as a slave
in ancient Rome.
Wasn't it ludicrous?
How did you get the part?
I met an American cameraman
and went back to Hollywood with him.
At first I wanted to be an actress...
but then I got more interested in cameras.
I'd pick his brains in bed every night.
Are you married yet?
Not quite.
Good.
I'm sure you have a menagerie of admirers.
So what do you do after work?
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