The Making of the Life and Death of Peter Sellers Page #4

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It's so dark in here, hm?

Oh, yes, well...

We have to take precautions, you know.

What do you mean, precautions?

Should we tell the world?

Stop all this sneaking about?

But, Peter, I thought

we were having a friendly dinner.

It'll be relief to you, too.

Ponti's such a nice man.

It must be hard, lying to your husband.

I think you are mistaken.

Go home to your children

and go home to your wife, Peter.

She's right.

They should be the first to know.

Well, what d'you think?

Does this mean you want a divorce?

You know, I hadn't thought about it.

Not necessarily.

Do you still love us?

Of course I do, sweetheart.

Just...

not as much as I love Sophia Loren.

What's he talking about?

I don't know, darling. Come here.

Hello, Ted. It's Anne Sellers.

I'm glad you're there.

I've had an idea about the colour.

Well, I was wondering if we could meet.

Yes. Yes, that would be lovely.

I'll see you there.

George, how are you?

Hello.

Are you enjoying being Sophia's stand-in?

Yes.

Have you ever ridden

in the back of a Rolls-Royce?

- Why, no.

- Next best thing to a Bentley.

Anne?

Michael.

You awake?

Hi, Dad.

What is it?

Your mother is sleeping

with the interior decorator.

- Where are the children?

- They're at Peg's.

If you leave this flat,

I'm going to jump off this balcony.

Don't make me any promises, Peter.

All right, I'll meet you downstairs.

I had you followed.

The detectives asked

if I wanted to see pictures. I said no.

- I thought that was rather chivalrous.

- How considerate.

You're not to leave this house again.

I forbid it. Come back here!

Anne!

I do love you.

I'm f***ing bored of the little boy!

Why can't you be a man?

You're a miserable, lying sh*t.

I hate you.

I'll meet you downstairs.

- And cut!

- Camera's cut.

Check the gate.

Could we do it again? I didn't quite feel it.

- There's no time, darling. Fix it in post.

- Oh, all right.

This way, Mrs Sellers.

Oh, Peter, I love you so much.

I'm so sorry I hurt you.

I should never have slept with Ted.

You're the best lover I ever had. I'm going

to tell Ted I never want to see him again.

Then we'll go out and eat a sumptuous meal.

Then I'll make love to you

like no wife has ever made love

to her husband before.

I'm just going to freshen up and then...

I'll meet you downstairs.

That's much better.

She's gone, Mum.

You're all right. You're with Peg now.

I thought if I just gave the world a little push,

it would all fall into place.

Well, at least you tried, dear.

Perhaps I should call Anne.

She left you. Let her go.

I just don't know what's going to happen next.

Don't you worry, my little boy.

The future's ours now.

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