what's your secret?
no, it's just - you are american, aren't you? - no, i just, i have so much luggage, and you're so, uh, streamlined. it's humiliating.
hello.
so now, did they put your suitcase in the wrong pile? it's just - upstairs - weren't you under the r stand? i thought i saw you there.
which is?
the funny thing is, i'm not randall either. i'm logue.
as in the textile logues. trying to shrug off the dress. i travel under my mother's name, too.
right.
dickie! oh my god! ciao.
but you're going skiing with us yankees, aren't you?
at christmas. to cortina with freddie miles and -
everybody knows freddie miles.
now? i don't think so. but i've met him, of course, and we've chatted and i know about you and marge and mongi and what an unreliable rat you are. freddie said you were a rat and i thought to myself now i know why he travels under r.
sorry, i wouldn't have made a joke if -
the truth is if you've had money your entire life, even if you despise it, which we do - agreed? - you're only truly comfortable around other people who have it and despise it.
i've never admitted that to anyone.
show me the other one again. i like them both.
i thought you were enjoying yourself?
you're crazy! it's freezing out there.
okay then, you're crazy.
don't worry. really. don't worry.
no, i absolutely understand. of course.
beating you away.
will you meet me tomorrow? just to say goodbye in the daylight, properly? so it's not just this, it's too. you should always save pain for daylight.
i don't - is that by the spanish steps?
peter? hello, it's meredith logue.
i won't actually, although i think this might - are you waiting for dickie?
you were at the opera? well, that explains - yes i was there. i was there with dickie.
marge, i don't know you, so i have no right, but dickie loves you. he's - i think you'll find he's coming home to you.
he told me everything. i was supposed to meet him fifteen minutes ago, so i. i'm going to go now, i think. unless he meant us to meet - which would be a little cruel, wouldn't it?
ripley? no. i heard about him, of course, but no, i didn't meet him.
dickie? dickie?
i was looking at you, your clothes, i wouldn't have known you.
what?
hardly. i couldn't be less alone.
and co. a lot of co. oh, god, i've thought about you so much.
when i thought about you i was mostly hating you. where've you been hiding?
you're kidding.
you know, the whole world thinks you killed freddie? it's terrible.
so - are you travelling under r?
dickie, are you with peter smith- kingsley? i bet you are. my aunt thought she saw him.