[quote]R18: The crime is solved satisfactorily for the police, and he's a rich widower.
Um, no, babe - he's not. He will keep nothing.
(Life-and-death fight between Tom and Philip; Christine and Guido break in upon them.)
ππ‘π«π’π¬ππ’π§π: Hey, you guys, knock it off! God, you... Jesus Christ, look at this place!
ππ‘π’π₯π’π©: Oh... actually, we've been having a little difference of opinion... (exhales slowly)...
ππ‘π«π’π¬ππ’π§π: Yeah, we've all gotten a little squirrelly on this trip, but don't you think you're carrying it a little too far?
ππ‘π’π₯π’π©: ...about the "Last of Sheila" project. But it's all straightened out now. What are you doing on board?
ππ‘π«π’π¬ππ’π§π: I'm trying to sleep. Well, not exactly. Well, Guido took over for Vittorio, and asked me to keep him company. So we went into Clinton's room to listen to the stereo, and instead of getting mood music, we get you two guys yakking on the intercom. Tch. Now, ππ πππππ π πππππ. I mean, um... dictate it tomorrow when you can get a secretary, you know. He killed her, she killed him.
ππ‘π’π₯π’π©: Oh, that's a good idea but, uh... we're agreed on the basics, wouldn't you say, Tom? Uh, now that the π‘ππ’π‘βπ are known, we've begun to see this as a big, big project. There are gigantic themes here, worthy of Dostoyevsky. There's innocence... guilt... hatred... loyalty. Lee's ambitions for Tom were such that we, as survivors, feel bound to tell Sheila's story in πππ ππ‘π πππ‘ππππ π ππ’πππ‘π¦, π ππππππ πππ‘βπππ.
ππ‘π«π’π¬ππ’π§π: Big budget, huh?
ππ‘π’π₯π’π©: I feel, uh, πππ£π πππππππ should cover it.
ππ‘π«π’π¬ππ’π§π: Well, Alice's price just went up. Tom, nobody can write it better than you. Who handles you again?
ππ‘π’π₯π’π©: Oh well, uh, actually... I'm keen on having the first draft done by a complete outsider; someone who will bring a naΓ―vetΓ© to our little inbred circle. Of course Tom will be needed as technical advisor, and just before shooting, for a few...
ππ¨π¦: Rewrites.
ππ‘π’π₯π’π©: Rewrites, exactly. Well, I think I'll turn in. I'm almost dead on my feet. So much to do tomorrow. And still a few pages to type tonight. Sealed letter to my solicitor. Protecting the copyright sort of thing. In these perilous times, one can't be too careful. Coming, Christine?
(Dialogue continues offscreen. Camera slowly draws in on Tom, looking defeated and miserable.)
ππ‘π«π’π¬ππ’π§π: Mmm. Honey, let me hit you with a couple names. Yul Brynner as Clinton. Paul and Joanne as Tom and Lee. I don't know, I hope it's got enough content for them.
(end credit music begins)
ππ‘π«π’π¬ππ’π§π: (offscreen) Who have I got for Alice? Oh, I know, Carly Simon! I mean, the soundtrack album alone will pay for her clothes. Now, now, don't scream. Virna Lisi. No, darling, as me!
(typewriter clacking)
