Purple Noon (Plein soleil)

PURPLE NOON

There!

200 miles in 56 minutes... Not too shabby.

I'd have preferred a pressurized four-engine plane.

What now?

I don't know a soul here, besides Freddy.

I won't visit that clown.

Check it out.

Terrific!

Do four more.

I sign...

I, the undersigned...

I countersign...

and validate by signature.

Marge will be furious.

- We should've told her we were going. - Then we'd never have gone.

Make it up to her, offer her a book on Fra Angelico.

- But that's what she's writing. - She can just copy it.

- Freddy! - Philippe, my boy!

How are you?

I've forgotten their names.

Miss... I don't know.

- How are things? - Fine. Sit with us.

I don't care for your pal.

You're wrong, he's a lot of fun.

He can do anything: be a butler, cook, accountant, helicopter pilot,

even forge signatures!

To me, he's just a loser.

Don't start that again.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Get that Fra Angelico before it closes. - I'm off.

- Come on, let's go. - Come sit.

Just wait a sec!

Rome isn't much fun when you don't know anybody.

Didn't you bring Marge?

Don't even start! It was Tom's idea.

Tom, Tom. You're like a broken record!

I hadn't seen him for five years.

He admitted he didn't come here by chance.

Tom isn't here to see the sights,

he's been hired by Daddy to bring me back to San Francisco!

No kidding?

- He gets $5,000 on delivery. - $5,000?

We laughed our heads off, ask Marge.

Your father's paying a guy $5,000 to bring you home?

Here he comes.

Good job.

What do you do for a living besides this?

Nothing.

And you?

Nothing. But I have my own dough.

He has his, and I have other people's.

- But he hates to spend his! - Stop squabbling!

Gotta go. I'm late and the girls are waiting.

Don't forget, we meet up in Taormina next week.

- Okay. - What did I just say?

"I'm late, they're waiting, see you in Taormina next week."

Good boy. See you then.

- Adieu! - Bye!

Hey you!

- Yes, sir? - Pay.

At your service...

...800.

- All right. - Thanks.

Let's go.

Why bother having money when you can spend other people's?

Easy for you to say, with your dad's millions!

- Hey, I'm inviting you to Taormina. - You mean you're inviting me to wait.

Excuse me!

Give him 500 lire.

I'm out of money.

I've only got 10,000 lire bills.

Oh, well. Here's 10.000 lire.

For that, you deserve the cane.

What a beautiful white cane!

- You've got a beautiful cane. - Thanks.

Would you sell it to me?

Impossible, sir!

Can't you see? I actually am blind.

He says he's really blind.

I'll give you 20,000.

Then how will I get home?

A taxi only costs 500, but he'd rather give up 20,000.

- Then give him 500 more for a taxi! - I don't have any change.

For the taxi.

And here's 20,000.

- it's nice! - Beautiful.

Nice!

Here, entertain me!

- I'm poor too. - But you're not blind.

Right, I can see.

I can even see my $5,000 in your dad's pocket.

Did you write to say we're returning to San Francisco?

Of course!

Marge's love makes you blind.

Never forget, a blind man is protected...

safe from danger and all obstacles.

Bastard! Watch where you're going!

See? Perfectly safe.

But it was a close call.

Hold this.

What are you doing?

This is gonna be funny!

Hold on.

Watch this.

Are you all right?

Can I help you?

Where are you going?

Let's go.

Wait.

Which way?

- We haven't eaten for three days! - Starving, ma'am.

- Feed us meat, potatoes, beer. - Why not caviar?

- Perhaps the lady can't afford it. - 'Course she can.

- Now what are you up to? - Just trying to recognize your face.

Oh, you!

Let's go!

Quit it! This is my lady.

- You're not Belgian? - Belgian?

- You're not blind? - No, why?

And I fell for it!

My darIing...

Give me your cane.

I want to try it.

- Impossible, sweetie. - We might be willing to sell it.

You're sharks!

How much? - 30,000 lire.

40,000 lire.

Okay, here's 30,000. Not a penny more!

Thank you, ma'am.

Stop here, driver.

Wait for me.

I'll take a little stroll to see how it feels.

Driver, take us to the Carecha Club!

Boris! Stretch! Stand taller!

Not on point! Breathe when you leap!

- You adore this girl, don't you? - Yes, Mama.

She's beautiful, right? Keep your shoulders down.

There they are.

Well, well.

You're a fine sight.

All is vanity! The rest is ash!

- Yes, yes. - Even ballet!

Get him out of here, please. Lay him down somewhere.

Our patron of the arts is drunk!

What about our ballet?

How dare he get married five days before opening night!

How are you?

We didn't do it.

We found him snoring on the docks, so we brought him back.

Go dance with Marge!

Whoa!Fine!

We brought you a souvenir.

Expect me to say thank you?

Thank you!

We went to Rome with Enrico for a drink.

What's the big deal?

You even missed O'Brien's wedding.

They seem to have managed without us.

Don't worry. I'll be there for ours.

The cover might be stained, but the inside is perfect.

Stop it!

Not even a phone call. Nothing.

Want to go see Freddy in Taormina?

By the way, he says hi. Don't pout!

- Do you even realize? - What do you want me to say?

What's gotten into you?

Marge, my love, my angel.

Beat it!

Fine.

Marge...

My love...

My angel...

You know I adore my little Marge

and I'll never follow the nasty man Daddy sent.

My love for Marge blinds me.

Take off my things.

I was just fooling around.

Those my shoes?

Are you nuts?

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. SincereIy..."

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.