illya. illya, come in. seems strange, darlene... i'm sorry, miss sims. please, please, darlene. thank you, darlene. different cultures, different background. we've known each other now for, what, all of ten minutes? and yet i feel that i've known you always. that's a very...ery nice thing to say, cesare. no, these words don't come very easily, dear. i've never said them before. uh, darlene, you have to excuse george and i, we do? we do. oh, we do. let me get the check. oh please, allow me. we couldn't do that. i insist. nobility still has some privileges, you know. well, thanks a lot, count. if you're ever in santa monica, maybe we can buy you a dinner. you are most kind. goodbye, we'll see you later. goodnight mrs. sparks. goodnight, goodnight. may i propose that we leave too now. not to write postcards though. where? where do you want to go? for a ride through the night? it is a beautiful night and a beautiful city. room 114, which way. uh that way, sir. illya? what... it's a broom closet. what time is it? a little after ten. same night? you all right? somebody tried to strang