Purple Noon Page #2

I'd better check my mail at the hotel.

Right.

Philippe!

Your father wrote me.

Listen to the end:

"Philippe never mentioned coming home.

Despite your claims, he doesn't plan

on coming home in September.

Sorry, Tom, but you seem to have failed.

Your mission is over.

Sincerely..."

You didn't write to say we were coming,

like you promised?

Hello, gentlemen.

- How much would you like this time?

- The usual.

- $1,500?

- On the nose.

At 618 lire to the dollar,

that makes 927,000 lire.

Great.

It's over.

I'm screwed.

What if we made

a short stop in San Francisco?

Maybe your dad

would give me the $5,000.

sure, we'll go.

Thanks.

I'm screwed. It's over.

We'll spend this in style in Taormina.

How much?

You're not bringing

that trunk on board!

All my stuff's in here.

My pajamas, everything.

You'll sleep naked!

Just the small bag.

Take this to Hotel Miremar.

Hey! No shoes on deck!

Here!

Here.

- Bye, Philippe.

- Bye, Ingrid.

Be careful.

Ill be thinking of you.

- We're off!

- Bye, Tom.

See you soon, Ingrid.

And we're off!

Hoist the foresail!

That one!

Pull! Now tie it off!

- I don't know how!

- Over there!

Give me that!

You know, we don't have

to stay long in Taormina.

No, sir.

Last night, I cabled your father

that we were coming.

That's what we agreed in Rome.

Yes, sir.

Lunch time!

No, thanks.

It reminds me

of your 15th birthday party.

That boat ride!

Without you,

I'd have drowned.

We sure had fun.

I worshipped the ground

you walked on.

His father disapproved of us

being friends.

I wasn't distinguished enough.

Which is ironic,

since he's the one who sent me here.

He thought I was too smart...

for a poor kid.

To look distinguished,

which is a low-class ambition,

never use a meat knife with fish.

What's more,

knives aren't held like that.

Like this.

Just trying to help.

Can you steer a course?

I think so.

southeast.

We'll bring up your coffee.

I wouldn't accept half

of what you put him through.

It's fun, seeing how much he'll take.

- Stop being so nasty.

- Don't feel sorry for him.

All he cares about is money.

If that's what you think,

why'd you go to Rome with him?

Are you bored being with just me?

Darling, are you crazy?

If you are, I'd rather leave now.

Where?

My love, don't be silly.

Listen,

he'll be the one leaving.

Right away, if you like.

Then it'll be just the two of us.

Like before.

Are you nuts?

Give me a hand!

Jump! She'll scrape the hull!

- Jump! Well tow it!

- I can't! I'm afraid!

- Of what?

- The sea!

I don't give a damn!

It's your fault, now jump!

Philippe!

Philippe! What are you doing?

That'll teach you!

A little taste of exile.

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