Death Takes a Holiday Page #3

When is he coming, Lambert? Tonight...

at once.

Oh, my goodness!

I want to tell you all

something very seriously.

This guest whom we're expecting

is no ordinary person.

Now, if he should appear eccentric, or...

or strange in any way, take no notice.

Treat him as a... as a prince

and a gentleman, always.

And above all,

you mustn't be afraid.

But Lambert, I don't understand. And no

matter what happens, you must never shun him,

or protest, or...

or run... or run.

Oh, it would do

any good if you did.

You can't run

from things like that!

I don't think I want to

stay here. Oh, you must!

You-you-you must stay! You must all

remain if you value your lives...

or mine, or anything else

in this world.

His Highness, Prince Sirki.

Sirki!

Well?

Uh, welcome, Your Highness,

to the Villa of Contentment.

Thank you, my dear duke.

I am happy to be here.

We are more than honored,

Your Highness.

And now,

may I present my wife...

La Duchessa

di Catolica.

Your Highness is

most welcome.

Thank you. I have rarely

been so charmingly received.

And now, Your Highness, may I

present the rest of my guests?

It would be

a pleasure.

La Contessa di Parma.

May I say that I had not realized that the

women of your country were so beautiful.

Your Highness is most kind.

I wish that we might

never meet...

when you are

less beautiful,

and I must be...

less kind.

Miss Rhoda Fenton,

Your Highness.

Ah, young and firm

and full of life!

And it lies so trustingly

in mine! Hmm.

Thank you, Miss Fenton.

You have done me

a kindness tonight.

The Baron Cesarea, sir.

A statesman important

in the affairs of the world,

who now looks back upon a

long and interesting life.

I am delighted to meet the baron, at last.

And I to meet you,

Your Highness.

Considering your

distinction and age,

it is surprising that fate

has not introduced us before.

Uh, Mr. Eric Bagley,

Your Highness.

My son, Corrado. Ah, the

son who drives so furiously!

My friends... permit me

to call you my friends.

Your Highness.

Make no change in your plans

because of my sudden appearance.

I should like to join

in your pleasures, if I may.

I beg you not

to make a stranger of me.

Oh, uh, well, will...

will Your Highness...

will Your Highness take

some little refreshment?

Uh, refreshment?

Yes, a glass of wine.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Yes, a glass of wine.

Yes, yes. Corrado!

Oh, let me do it.

I have never tasted wine...

of your country!

May I drink to this

delightful household?

I believe that is one of

your customs, is it not?

It is, Your Highness, and for

myself and my guests, I thank you.

Oh, no, allow me.

Your Highness.

Thank you.

To this household,

to life,

and to all

brave illusion.

Yes, wait a minute.

Ah, I think I shall

enjoy your wine.

It goes pleasantly

in my veins.

Yes, it is

a consolation at times.

Hmm, you see? Already I have

learned one fact of importance.

- The rooms are ready, Your Grace.

- Oh, yes.

My rooms? Uh, yes, Your

Highness. At your pleasure.

Mmm. If you will forgive me,

I think I will go now.

Good night,

my friends.

Good night, Your Highness.

My holiday begins

most agreeably.

Your Highness, may I present

the Princess of San Luca...

and her daughter, Grazia.

Principessa! Principessa!

A miracle! A miracle!

In the night, the autumn bush

is covered with fresh roses!

We must send tidings to the priest.

He will want to bless the sacred bush.

I'm afraid the good father

will be very busy.

Look, all the bushes

and vines have fresh buds!

Good morning!

Good morning,

Your Highness.

Damn!

Are you getting up?

Say, there's

something wrong about this.

It's only 9:
30, and you

never get up before 12:00.

Go to sleep, darling.

Oh, I remember!

We're to have breakfast

on the terrace.

He's here... the prince.

Well? Nothing, except you

meant to steal a march on me!

Not at all,

my dear.

You're a very sound

sleeper.

I tried and tried

to wake you.

I did sleep. You know, this is

going to be one of my good days.

I hope so, Rhoda dear,

for you sake.

Pretty.

Where'd you get it?

You can't have him, my dear,

so you needn't plan on it.

How far do you go,

as a rule?

Well, with him...

anything.

- Wait for me till I have my bath?

- Nope.

All right.

It's a war!

Wear your prettiest thing,

darling!

Princess! I'm not myself

a princess, you know.

Let me call you so.

In mockery?

No, no, quite really.

You shall have a rose for that.

Oh, no, no! They wither on me.

There are people like that, you know,

who-who wither the flowers they wear. Please!

This one's hardly opened yet.

It'll last a long time.

This... Uh,

Thank you.

Good morning!

Good morning, my dear.

Good morning, Your Highness. Good morning!

You slept well,

I trust?

As I never slept before!

Uh, Grazia, you will

breakfast with us?

No, lazybones.

I had my breakfast hours ago.

What will Your Highness

take for breakfast?

Well, to tell the truth,

I have never given

much thought to my diet.

May I... may I suggest

a little...

Cora, have you seen

my other shoe?

Why don't you wear

another pair?

No, these match my dress

so nicely.

Why, here's your shoe, my dear!

I was sitting on it all the time!

You! Oh...

Good morning, good morning!

You're looking well, Baron.

Last night I suddenly said to myself,

"Why get older? Why give into it?"

And from that moment,

I've felt younger.

Hmm. And it seems to be

linked with your arrival.

You're not a physician,

by any chance?

I, uh, have something

in common with them.

You know, not in years have I felt

as I do this morning about food,

and about everything.

A little of that, Fedele, thank

you. I've had to be careful...

about eating and drinking...

no appetite.

Indeed. I've been much too careful.

From now on, I'm going

to act like the young bloods...

eat, drink and make love.

Who's the lucky girl, Baron?

Never mind, now, never mind!

You keep out of my way,

you young whippersnapper!

Be careful, Eric.

Don't cross him!

I shall be

a four-bottle man again.

You know what that means? Very well.

I have known many four-bottle men.

They were so cheerful.

- They were not even afraid of me.

- Afraid of you?

Well, I, uh...

I have been known

to inspire fear.

So sorry, darling!

Good morning, good morning!

Good morning! How are you? Good morning!

No, no, Your Highness. Don't

get up. I'm simply starved!

No wonder, darling,

the way you rushed dressing.

Well, come along. Move over! What?

Give me some room,

please!

And how are you this glorious

morning? Very well, thank you.

Have any of you seen

this account of the man...

who jumped off the Eiffel Tower last

night and picked himself up unhurt?

No. Poor fellow!

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

He was probably

desperately unhappy.

I should do something

about that.

You? I, uh... I might write

him a note of condolence.

What a divine

sense of humor!

I am glad somebody is

beginning to realize that.

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