Roman Holiday Page #5

I don't know.|It seemed the thing to do.

I never heard of anybody so kind.

It wasn't any trouble.

Or so completely unselfish.

Let's have a drink at the bar.

There you are!|I look for you a long time.

I think maybe you not come.

Off! All off!

It's nice without, isn't it?|Cool.

- Oh, very, very good.|- This is Mr. Bradley.

I Mario Delani.

- Old friends?|- Yes. He cut my hair this afternoon.

He invited me here tonight.

Well, what did you say|the name was?

Delani. Mario Delani.

I'm very glad to know you.

Me too.

Oh, may I enjoy myself|the pleasure?

- Do you mind?|- No, no. Go right ahead.

Thank you.

- Did I miss anything?|- You're just in time, pal.

- Who's Smitty dancing with?|- Her barber.

Cut her hair this afternoon,|made a date for tonight.

The princess and the barber.

What is it?

August.

Thank you!

Bye.

Your Highness.

You'll dance quietly|towards the entrance.

- There is a car waiting.|- No.

- Your Highness, please.|- You've made a mistake.

Let me go. Will you let me go?

Mr. Bradley! Let me go!|Mr. Bradley!

Hit him again, Smitty!

- Joe, here are my car keys.|- Police, police. Come on.

The other side of the bridge.

- All right?|- Fine. How are you?

Oh, fine.

Say, you know,|you were great back there.

You weren't so bad yourself.

L...

I guess we better get Irving's car|and get out of here.

This is the American hour from Rome...

of musical selections.

- Everything ruined?|- No. They'll be dry in a minute.

Suits you.|You should always wear my clothes.

It seems I do.

I thought a little wine might be good.

- Shall I cook something?|- No kitchen. Nothing to cook.

- I always eat out.|- Do you like that?

- I always eat out.|- Do you like that?

Well, life isn't always|what one likes, is it?

No, it isn't.

- Tired?|- A little.

- You've had quite a day.|- A wonderful day.

broadcasting a special news bulletin...

in English and Italian.

the bedside of Princess Ann in Rome...

last leg of her European goodwill tour.

that her condition may be serious...

among the people in her country.

- The news can wait till tomorrow.|- Yes.

May I have a little more wine?

I'm sorry I couldn't|cook us some dinner.

Did you learn how in school?

I'm a good cook.|I could earn my living at it.

I can sew, too,|and clean a house and iron.

I learned to do all those things.|I just haven't had the chance...

to do it for anyone.

Well, looks like I'll have to move...

and get myself|a place with a kitchen.

Yes.

I shall have to go now.

There's... something|that I want to tell you.

No, please.

Nothing.

I must go and get dressed.

Stop at the next corner, please.

Here?

Yes.

I have to leave you now.

I'm going to that corner there|and turn.

You must stay in the car|and drive away.

Promise not to watch me|go beyond the corner.

Just drive away and leave me...

as I leave you.

All right.

I don't know how to say good-bye.

I can't think of any words.

Don't try.

Your Royal Highness...

Twenty-four hours...|they can't all be blank.

They are not.

But what explanation|am I to offer Their Majesties?

I was indisposed.|I am better.

Ma'am, you must appreciate|that I have my duty to perform...

just as Your Royal Highness|has her duty.

Your Excellency,|I trust you will not find it necessary...

to use that word again.

Were I not completely aware of my duty|to my family and my country...

I would not have|come back tonight...

or, indeed, ever again.

And now...

since I understand we have|a very full schedule today...

you have my permission|to withdraw.

No milk and crackers.

That will be all, thank you,|Countess.

- Is it true? Did you really get it?|- Did I get what?

The princess story, the exclusive.|Did you get it?

- No, I didn't get it.|- What? But that's impossible.

- Have a cup of coffee or something?|- Joe, you can't hold out on me.

- Who's holding out on you?|- You are. I know too much.

First, you come into my office and ask|about an exclusive on the princess.

Next, you disappear. Then I get the rumor|from my contact at the embassy...

that the princess isn't sick at all|and she's out on the town.

What kind of newspaperman are you?|You believe every two-bit rumor?

Yeah, and a lot of other rumors about|a shindig on a barge down by the river...

and the arrest|of eight secret service men...

from a country|which shall be nameless.

And then comes the news|of the lady's miraculous recovery.

It all adds up.

And don't think by playing hard-to-get|you'll raise the price of that story.

A deal's a deal.|Now, come on, come on, come on.

- Where is that story?|- I have no story.

Then what was the idea of...

Man, wait till you see these!

Hiya, Mr. Hennessy.|You got here at the right time.

Wait'll you get a look...

What's the idea?

What do you mean charging|in here and spilling things?

- Who's spilling?|- You did!

I spoke to you about that once before,|don't you remember?

- Joe, look at my pants.|- Come in here and dry 'em off.

Aw, nuts to that.|Hey, did you tell him about Smitty?

Smitty?

Mr. Hennessy, wait till...

There you go again, Irving.

All right, save that till later.|You're here early anyway.

- Why don't you go home and... shave?|- Shave?

Or else keep quiet till Mr. Hennessy|and I are finished talking.

Hey, what kind of a routine is that?

What are you two guys up to?|Who's Smitty?

He's a guy that we met.|You wouldn't care for him.

- What am I supposed to look at?|- Just a couple of Irving's dames.

You wouldn't like 'em.

Maybe you would.

Don't change the subject. When you|came back into my office yesterday...

Yesterday I thought I had|a good lead, but I was wrong.

That's all there is to it.|There is no story.

She's holding the press interview today.|Same time, same place.

Maybe that's one story|you can get.

- And you owe me 500 bucks!|- Take it out of my salary.

- Fifty bucks a week.|- Don't think I won't.

Hey, what gives?|Have we had a better offer?

Irving, I don't know|just how to tell you this, but...

Wait till I sit down.

Well, in regard to the story|that goes with these...

- there is no story.|- Why not?

- There is no story.|- Why not?

I mean, not as far|as I'm concerned.

Hey, the pictures|came out pretty well.

You want to have|a look at 'em?

How about a blowup|from a negative that size, huh?

Oh, that's her first cigarette.

Oh, yeah.|Hey, the mouth of truth.

You want to know the caption|I had in mind there?

"Barber cuts in." Huh?

Here's the one I figured would be|the key shot for the whole layout...

- "The wall where wishes come true."|- Joe, that's good.

Lead off with that,|then follow up with the wishes.

I dug that up out of the file.|"Princess inspects police."

Yeah.

"Police inspects princess."

How about... Oh, wait.|I got a topper for you.

- Is that a shot?|- What a picture!

"Bodyguard gets body blow."

How about this?|"Crowned head."

Oh, I get it!|That's... Joe, you got...

She's fair game, Joe.

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