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INT. PETER SMITH-KINGSLEY'S APARTMENT. DAY.
There's music everywhere - and stands - and posters of
performances and PHOTOGRAPHS OF PETER CONDUCTING. Peter is an
opera repetiteur. Ripley is sitting at Peter's piano, playing
from the score of Vivaldi's Stabat Mater. Peter's made supper.
He's setting the table.
PETER
Can you imagine, if Dickie did kill
Freddie, what must that be like? To wake
up every morning, how can you? Just wake
up and be a person, drink a coffee...?
RIPLEY
Whatever you do, however terrible,
however hurtful - it all makes sense,
doesn't it? inside your head. You never
meet anybody who thinks they're a bad
person or that they're cruel.
PETER
But you're still tormented, you must be,
you've killed somebody...
RIPLEY
Don't you put the past in a room, in the
cellar, and lock the door and just never
go in there? Because that's what I do.
PETER
Probably. In my case it's probably a
whole building.
RIPLEY
Then you meet someone special and all you
want to do is toss them the key, say open
up, step inside, but you can't because
it's dark and there are demons and if
anybody saw how ugly it was...
Peter's come over, stands behind him over the piano.
PETER
That's the music talking. Harder to be
bleak if you're playing Knees up Mother
Brown.
He vamps this vaudeville song over Ripley's shoulder.
RIPLEY
I keep wanting to do that - fling open
the door - let the light in, clean
everything out. If I could get a huge
eraser and rub everything out...starting
with myself...the thing is, Peter, if...
PETER
(as Ripley falls silent)
No key, huh?
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