Roman Holiday Page #3

So long, pigeon.

- Everything okay, Giovanni?|- "S", Signore Joe.

Nobody she's come,|nobody she's go.

- Absolutely nobody.|- Swell.

Thanks a lot.

How would you like|to make some money?

That's the stuff.

I've got a sure thing.

Double your money back|in two days.

Double my money?

Well, I need a little|investment capital to swing the deal.

Now, if you'll just|lend me a little cash...

You...

owing me two months rent.

And you want me|to lend you money?

Tomorrow you'll be sorry.

Your Highness?

Your Royal Highness?

Yes? What is it?

Dear Dr. Bonnachoven.

Oh, sure, yes.

Well, you're fine.|Much better.

Is there anything you want?

So many things.

Yes?|Well, tell the doctor.

Tell the good doctor everything.

I dreamt and I dreamt.

Yes?|Well, what did you dream?

I dreamt I was asleep|in the street...

and a young man came.

He was tall and strong...

and he was so mean to me.

He was?

It was wonderful.

Good morning.

Where's Dr. Bonnachoven?

I'm afraid I don't know anybody|by that name.

- Wasn't I talking to him just now?|- Afraid not.

Have I had an accident?

Quite safe for me to sit up?

Oh, perfectly.

Thank you.

Are these yours?

Did you lose something?

Would you be so kind|as to tell me...

where I am?

Well, this is what is|laughingly known as my apartment.

Did you bring me here by force?

Quite the contrary.

Have I been here all night...

alone?

If you don't count me, yes.

So I've spent the night here...

with you.

Well, now, I don't know|that I'd use those words exactly.

But...

from a certain angle...

yes.

How do you do?

How do you do?

- And you are?|- Bradley. Joe Bradley.

Delighted.

You don't know|how delighted I am to meet you.

You may sit down.

Thank you very much.

What's your name?

You may call me...

Anya.

Thank you... Anya.

- Would you like a cup of coffee?|- What time is it?

About 1:
30.

- I must get dressed and go.|- Why?

What's your hurry?|There's lots of time.

Oh, no, there isn't. And I've been|quite enough trouble to you as it is.

Trouble?

You're not|what I would call trouble.

I'm not?

I'll run a bath for you.

There you are.

Here we go now.

There you are.|That does it.

Give me a little slack,|will ya.

Irving! Why don't you answer the phone?|Look, this is Joe.

Can you get here|in five minutes?

Oh, no, I can't come now, Joe.|I'm busy.

Joe, I'm up to my ears in work.

Get into your next outfit, honey.|The canoe.

What kind of scoop?

I can't talk over the telephone.

One word in the wrong quarter, and|this whole thing might blow sky high.

It's front page stuff.|That's all I can tell you.

It might be political, it might be a|sensational scandal. I'm not sure which.

But it's a big story.|It's gotta have pictures.

But I can't come now.|I'm busy...

I'm busy now, and I'm meeting Francesca|at Rocca's in half an hour.

Don't understand.

There you are.

I was looking at|all the people out here.

It must be fun|to live in a place like this.

It has its moments.

I can give you a running commentary|on each apartment.

I must go.

- I only waited to say good-bye.|- Good-bye?

But we've only just met.

- How about breakfast?|- I'm sorry. I haven't time.

Must be a pretty important date|to run off without eating.

It is.

Well, I'll go along with you|wherever you are going.

That's all right, thank you.|I can find the place.

Thank you for letting me|sleep in your bed.

Oh, that's all right.

- Think nothing of it.|- It was very considerate of you.

You must've been awfully|uncomfortable on that couch.

No. Do it all the time.

Good-bye, Mr. Bradley.

Good-bye.

Go right through there,|down all the steps.

Well... small world.

Yes. I almost forgot.

Can you lend me some money?

Oh. Yeah.

That's right.|You didn't have any last night.

How much was it|that you wanted?

Well, I don't know how much I need.|How much have you got?

Suppose we split this 50-50.|Here's a thousand lira.

A thousand?

- You can spare all that?|- It's about a dollar and a half.

Oh.

Well, I'll arrange for it|to be sent back to you.

What is your address?

Via Margutta 51.

Via Margutta 51.

Joe Bradley.

Good-bye. Thank you.

Double my money, eh?

- Tell me how I double my money that way?|- Tomorrow. Tomorrow.

Yeah, tomorrow.

What wonderful hair you have.

Just cut, thank you.

Just cut?

Well, then...

cut so?

Higher.

Higher?

- Here?|- More.

- Here?|- Even more.

Where?

There.

There.

- Are you sure, miss?|- I'm quite sure, thank you.

All off?

All off.

Off.

- Are you sure?|- Yes.

Off!

Off!

Off.

Off!

That's a nice little camera|you have there. It's nice.

You don't mind|if I just borrow it, do you?

- Miss Weber!|- Just for a couple of minutes.

Let go. It's my camera.

You musician, maybe?

You artist?

Painter?

I know! You "modella"!

- Model, huh?|- Thank you.

It's perfect.

You be nice without long hair.

Now it's cool.

Yes. It's just what I wanted.

Now, why you not come|dancing tonight with me?

You should see. It's so nice.

It's on a boat on the "Tevere"...

Tiber. The river by Sant'Angelo.

Moonlight, music.

It's very, very... Very.

- Please? You come?|- I wish I could.

But... But your friend,|I not think they recognize you.

No, I don't think they will.

- Oh, thank you very much.|- Thank you.

After 9:
00, I'll be there|dancing on river.

Remember Sant'Angelo.|All my friends...

If you come, you will be|most pretty of all girl.

Thank you.

- Good-bye.|- Good-bye.

- Gelato?|- Gelato.

Thank you.

A thousand lire.

No money.

I'm sorry.|I've really no money.

Look.

I'm sorry.

Well, it's you.

- Yes, Mr. Bradley.|- Or is it?

- Do you like it?|- Yeah. Very much.

So that was your|mysterious appointment.

- I have a confession to make.|- Confession?

Yes. I ran away last night...|from school.

Oh, what was the matter,|trouble with the teacher?

No, nothing like that.

You don't just run away|from school for nothing.

I only meant it to be|for an hour or two.

They gave me something last night|to make me sleep.

Oh, I see.

Now I'd better get a taxi|and go back.

Look, before you do...

why don't you take|a little time for yourself?

Maybe another hour.

Live dangerously.|Take the whole day.

I could do some of the things|I've always wanted to.

- Like what?|- Oh, you can't imagine.

I'd like to do just whatever I like|the whole day long.

You mean things like having|your hair cut, eating gelato?

Yes. I'd like to sit at a sidewalk cafe|and look in shop windows...

walk in the rain...

have fun and|maybe some excitement.

Doesn't seem much to you, does it?

It's great.

Tell you what. Why don't we|do all those things together?

- Don't you have to work?|- Work?

No. Today's gonna be a holiday.

You don't want to do|a lot of silly things.

Don't I? First wish,|one sidewalk cafe coming right up.

I know just the place.|Rocca's.

What will the people at school say|when they see your new haircut?

They'll have a fit.

What would they say if they knew|I'd spent the night in your room?

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