The Intruder (L'Innocente)

- Very good, Mr. Hermil - Thank you.

- Your carriage is here, sir. - Thank you.

- We'll continue tomorrow... I'm sorry.

- It's late. I must go. - All right. Until tomorrow.

Goodbye.

You were saying?

It's a myth that English men are cold.

Isn't La Sperati singing?

- No, next Tuesday. - Pity, I won't be here.

- They say she's admirable. - As a singer or a woman?

I know nothing about opera.

If our Princess knew

how few of guests come for the music.

She knows full well.

It's her way of inflicting penance for our sins.

You come here to court Countess Teresa Raffo,

you get 1 Mozart, 2 Schuberts and 4 Liszts as penance.

- Pity you're so late. - It's my fault, Princess...

entirely mine.

I have no doubt.

You've missed a Mozart and a beautiful Liszt.

- I'm sorry. - Come and sit with me.

Thank you, Princess.

I'm afraid I can't stay to the end.

It's a pity you're leaving so soon.

She is an extraordinary pianist.

Yes, I think so too.

Goodbye.

Where are you going?

I won't stay if she's here.

- I didn't know you'd come. - Yes, I know.

Goodbye. Enjoy yourselves.

- Teresa... please. - Will you leave with me?

You know I can't.

Either you leave with me now

or you'll never see me again, I mean that.

My dear Tullio,

you can't let our most beautiful guest leave.

It doesn't depend on me, Prince.

But my evening has just begun.

Tell Count Egano I'm waiting for him.

Never mind, here he is.

Dear Stefano.

Shall we go?

Let's go in before that fanatic starts another piece.

My wife takes offense if I'm not in the room.

After all, it takes so little to please her.

- I'll come for you later. - What?

No, I'll send the carriage.

I won't be back. I'm not feeling well.

- I'll come with you. - Don't complicate matters.

Come in.

As you can see, I know you quite well.

I was sure you'd come.

Before going out again I chose to wait for you

rather that risk finding you here

when I got back.

Give me back my keys.

Be reasonable. I couldn't leave with you.

For once my wife asked me to accompany her.

Why didn't you tell me you'd be there?

I went because I knew you'd be there.

It's time we faced this situation. Don't you agree?

For months you've skilfully succeeded, like a conjurer,

in preventing me from seeing how things really are.

- So I took the initiative. - Initiative?

Seeing what? That I'm married?

You've always known that.

- Of course. - So?

From what you say,

your rapport with your wife is only a formal one.

- Precisely. - That's not true.

And it's obvious when you're together.

You're like all the bourgeois husbands

of this world, my dear.

They swear to their lovers they've rejected their wives

and do the same with their wives.

I won't accept such pettiness.

You know I'm a free, liberated woman

and not only in word, like you.

You're jealous of her.

I won't share a man with another woman.

Not even with his wife.

You're not sharing me and you know that.

All I think of is you. You're always inside me.

I feel your presence constantly. It's persistent...

even hostile.

I'm going out with Egano.

Run along to your wife.

Leave me.

I won't leave you.

You're staying with me.

You're still awake?

You said you weren't feeling well, so...

how silly of me...

I became anxious.

I waited by the window for your return.

You know what I was doing? Writing to you.

But since you're here...

I'm going to Florence. I don't know for how long.

This time it's serious. I had to tell you.

You're leaving forever?

Well... forever...

What big words.

Listen, Giuliana, even though...

even though I've never spoken to you about it,

I'm sure that at some stage,

some compassionate soul

must have informed you of my infidelities.

I didn't tell you myself

because they were insignificant affairs,

and because of our pact,

from the time you agreed to marry me.

Love is there while it lasts

then it's replaced by respect, affection, friendship,

common interests...

if all that is possible, of course.

But I must assume that it's our case,

since you've accepted, without reacting,

the situation between us for quite some time.

As you said, they were insignificant affairs.

That's why I tried to ignore them.

Marriage...

Yes, our marriage was to be defended at all costs...

even from our own resentment. Correct?

And you were right. You're been wonderful.

Because, even if my love for you...

has waned,

as inevitably happens,

my affection and respect have but increased.

I'm fond of you and respect you...

like a beloved sister

without whom I could no longer live.

I'd suffer greatly

but naturally you'd have every right to leave me.

Will you stay with me and help me?

How?

By putting up with me.

By facing a situation which, by society's standarts.

Would certainly be criticised.

- The woman I love... - Teresa Raffo?

- Yes, Teresa. - She's a widow, she's free.

What prevents you going to her?

I didn't mention merrying her.

She's a beautiful sensual woman.

I desire her.

No woman has ever possessed me

as she has.

What is this? I arrive and they're leaving?

Anyone home?

Federico.

You're all leaving when I have 3 day's furlough?

No, only me.

Where are you going?

- How long do you have? - Three days.

Actually, three and a half.

Listen... I'm up to my neck in problems,

or good fortune, if you like.

I'm leaving Giuliana by herself...

not that I want to impose,

but I'll feel better knowing you're with her.

Wait. I'd like to spend my three days in Rome,

not with my sister-in-law.

- She's adorable, but... - No, do as you please.

I only need to know you're around.

I mean, if before going out,

you tell her your plans for the evening,

Giuliana will be happy.

This is a very delicate time for her.

Does anyone else live here? The house looks so big.

Enlighten our friend

or she'll be so disappointed.

I promised to show her one of Rome's finest homes...

It is beautiful, but...

No, it's not. This villa was built for my mother.

She wanted lots of greenery even in the city.

My father did his best to please her

but when he died, she returned to the country

where it's much greener.

Then my brother married and came to live here.

I kept these rooms to be more independent.

- So it's not the main part. - Yes, it is. I assure you.

Federico.

What's wrong?

What's wrong with you? Giuliana!

That's it. Help me.

- Call the governess. - Right away, sir.

She hasn't fainted. She's taken something.

Are you alone in the house?

No. They've gone to bed. I was too...

Forgive me.

I was depressed and took something to help me sleep.

Instead of relaxing I've become terribly anxious.

Terribly afraid.

I didn't want to be alone.

I'm here. How are you feeling?

It's nothing. Such a silly thing.

- Do you feel better now? - Yes.

I'm sorry to inconvenience you.

Lie down a bit longer.