What the Peeper Saw (La tua presenza nuda!)

Marcus?

I let myself in.

You weren't expected until the week.

I have a key.

Paul...

Father had one cut for me.

Yes, of course.

You should have a key.

I hired a car from the airport.

Took some money from the desk,

a thousand pesetas.

I almost called the police.

I knew Consuela had left.

Consuela?

She works for me, around the house.

It was scary.

You were frightened?

I don't like to be alone.

I like to be alone.

Not to be confused with being lonely,

that's quite different.

I'm sorry Paul isn't here.

He'll be very disappointed.

We thought it was over a week til the end of term.

What happened?

Marcus.

There was an outbreak, chickenpox.

Are you all right?

I'm never ill.

Anyway, let's forget about school.

Welcome home.

We're going to be good friends.

Yes.

Paul wants that more than anything.

Now, you must be hungry.

No, not really. I'd better go and unpack.

What do I call you?

Elise. Ok?

Hmm.

Hi.

Anything I can do, get you?

No.

What would you like for dinner?

Anything.

Something special? There must be something.

No.

Do you actually read some of these books?

Most of them.

What's, uh,

phenology?

The study of the times

of recurring natural phenomena,

especially those that appear to be related

to climatic conditions.

I like cold chicken and salad.

So do I.

Ice cream?

Chocolate?

Is there any other flavor?

How old are you?

Fifteen or fifty.

Depends on how I feel.

Twenty-five?

Twenty-two. Why?

Paul's forty-two.

Yes.

Mother was thirty-five when she died.

Yes, I know.

When I'm twenty-five, you'll be thirty-five.

Marcus?

Yes.

Marcus,

it's Paul on the phone from Paris.

He wants to talk to you.

Ok, come in.

Hello.

Hello, Paul.

Yes, chickenpox, that's right.

The flight was fine.

Yes.

She's very beautiful.

That goes without saying.

I'm sure we will.

Quite sure.

Okay.

Here she is then.

He wants to speak to you.

Paul. Huh?

Oh, darling, it's a terrible line.

What?

Yes.

Saturday night dinner with Clive.

No, no.

No, he'll understand.

Huh?

You, you don't have to explain.

Paul.

No, no. He'll understand.

I must go.

Marcus.

Marcus!

Breakfast!

Ooh, one for you already?

Oh, a book club circular.

Anything interesting?

No, they're a nuisance.

They even send them here.

Anything for me?

Don't think so. Here.

Expecting one from Paris?

Well, you never know your luck.

Do you want me to write to them for you?

What?

The book club. Take you off their list.

No, let them waste their money.

Oh, here. Let me.

Tell me if you feel queasy.

Yes.

Don't want you catching chickenpox.

No.

All right.

Good.

Marcus.

What?

Don't you have any friends?

Of course.

I meant around here.

Not here. No.

Not at all?

No.

Pity.

Why?

It's a shame to waste a pool.

I suppose so.

Paul and I use it so little.

You look... lonely all by yourself.

I've got Trotsky.

Marcus? That letter, Marcus.

What letter?

From the book club.

I tore it up.

Without opening it?

Yes.

You're sure it was a circular?

Yes.

Addressed to you?

You're mysterious this afternoon.

Just inquisitive.

One of my vices.

Salt.

What?

A pillar of salt, Lot's wife, in the Bible.

Turned to salt for looking back.

Curiosity was her downfall.

Sounds like a slogan for a horror film.

All virgins, fangs and hairy faces.

Why do you try to talk like Paul?

Do I?

All the time.

I can see your eyes,

but you can't see mine.

Did he like the book idea?

So-so.

What went wrong?

Oh, it will be all right.

If I had chickenpox,

I could stay in bed.

Show me your tongue.

Put it away.

DeGray sends his love.

He says you can come and work for him

whenever you like.

Lovely, old lech.

Lovely.

Why an English school?

Odd question.

Sarah wanted it.

Oh, ...sorry.

I didn't... know.

Forget it.

Oh, honey.

You witch.

Love you, baby.

Oh, Paul!

Oh, Paul!

Ha ha ha - Oh, you monster!

Paul!

Hey.

Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?

Paul?

Hmm'?

Is Marcus happy at school?

Getting all parental?

Has he got any friends?

Of course.

Know any of them?

He isn't all cranium...

and pebble lancers

surrounded by chess sets.

He's a great kid.