Behind the Scenes: The End of the Affair Page #4

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Oh, without doubt, sir.

Then I followed her down

Charing Cross Road to Maiden Lane...

where she turned into a church for what

I can only presume was a good cry.

She's not a Roman, is she, sir?

No.

Thought not.

She didn't kneel, sir,

but sat.

From the angle of her face,

I could tell...

tears were an issue.

- Forgive the personal touch.

- Of course.

You see, I liked the lady.

The party in question.

As did I, but you were wrong

about the hands.

The hands, sir?

We never so much as touched hands.

Oh, dear.

- I have made a fool of myself.

- Sarah has that effect.

Mr. Savage

should have introduced us.

Oh, no, sir.

- It was up to me.

- Well, it's not serious.

If you look at it from the outside,

it's quite funny.

But I'm on the inside, sir.

It's not Mr. Savage I'm worried about

so much. It's my boy, sir.

- When I tell him you're the husband...

- But you're wrong.

I'm acting on the husband's behalf.

So you've requested

an investigation yourself?

That's an interesting paradox.

But who's the wronged party then,

sir, if you'll forgive?

Pardon me, sir.

I am slow in such matters.

Both you and the husband have been

supplanted in the lady's affections by...

Another?

Try to think of it

the way I do, Mr. Parkis.

Jealousy can only exist

with desire.

You are on a hunt for desire.

Just regard yourself

as its servant.

Of course, sir.

That's my job.

Thank you.

The vicarious lover, Parkis.

- Good night, sir.

- Good night.

I wondered how much of her

he could reclaim for me.

And, for a moment,

I wished I was him...

shining his searchlight

around her world.

I am a jealous man.

- I'm jealous of this stocking.

- Why?

'Cause it does what I can't.

It kisses your whole leg.

And I'm jealous of this button.

- Poor, innocent button.

- It's not innocent at all.

It's with you all day,

and I'm not.

- I suppose you're jealous of my shoes.

- Yes.

Why?

Because they'll

take you away from me.

I measured love

by the extent of my jealousy.

And as my jealousy was infinite...

Anyone who loves is jealous.

My love should have

been infinite too.

I hate you being unhappy. I don't mind

anything you do that makes you happy.

- If I slept with someone else?

- That's neither here nor there.

I want you to be happy,

that's all.

Maybe you'd want an excuse

to do the same.

- I never would.

- But you do.

- Do what?

- Sleep with someone else.

You mean Henry?

How can anyone be jealous of Henry?

He has you. I don't.

We inhabit the same house.

That's all. You know that.

I'm the shadow he walks around.

And I love you.

I would rather be dead or see you dead

than with another man.

I will never, ever be

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