The Barefoot Contessa Page #3
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have had me swallow Oscar's whisky
and go off on a bat
But it wasn't a script.
Right now, I wish it had been
so much more sense about
all of us than life did
Maria Vargas?
Seora Vargas?
I'm sorry. "No hablo espaol. "
I look for Maria Vargas
Wait a minute. This is important
Mucho importante
Why to find my sister
is so important?
Ah, Doctor Livingstone
- You got cigarettes?
- Help yourself
Keep the pack. I've got more
I'm a film director and I
talked to your sister tonight
about going to America
to play in the movies.
I want to talk to her again
It's good you no understand
my mother. Is liar
Why not fight this out
later? I haven't much time
I don't know what your troubles are
but I must find Maria.
Every minute counts
My mother forbids
Maria to go to America
- What does Maria say?
- I think we can talk better outside
- My brother took all your cigarettes?
- I have another pack
- What did you tell your mother?
- Just now?
Uh-huh
I told her if she said one more
word, I would go to America,
even if I did not want to go
- Are you in trouble with Mr Edwards?
- In a way
- Because I ran away?
- Mm-hm
I do not like Mr Kirk Edwards
You're standing at the
end of a long, long line
Somehow, to me, he
is not a healthy man
Somehow, he's sick
And I cannot bear to
watch sick people be sick
That is why so suddenly
I had to go away
Mr Dawes, do you think
really that I could be a star?
There's one phrase I've
avoided like the plague
With you, I think it would.
You couldn't miss
I think that I am pretty enough
but I would not want
to be that kind of star
Pretty enough? Any woman that can
use the moon for a key light...
Key light? What is that?
Your own special light when the stage
is all lit up. It shines only on you
- Like the moon
- Like the moon
You must learn how to find
it out of all the other lights
How never to lose it.
How to make it do things
for your eyes, lips and hair
- But this is not acting
- No, this is not acting
And it's not all you
have to learn either
But... if I could act a little
would you help me to become a really
good actress? Would you help me?
What makes a man want to write
about people, or direct people
is because usually he has a sort of
sixth sense about
them, or thinks he has
Like a witch
Now, my five ordinary senses
what with alcohol and the
rest, are nothing special
But I have a sixth sense
that any witch in the world would
give her left broomstick to have
Therefore, owing to circumstances
which believe me,
are beyond my control
come to Rome to make the test
Not to come to America.
At least, not for a while
- At least, not...
- At least, not to Mr Kirk Edwards
- Is that what you fear?
- Part of it
That's the only part
I can put into words
Or perhaps you want me for yourself
and you are afraid Mr Edwards' money
will make him more
attractive than you
What makes women think that money
makes a man feel more attractive?
I never met a rich
man who didn't think
he was being loved
in spite of his money
- And you? - Me? Well, I'm afraid
I've had three wives
I've been around with actresses,
female writers, singers, painters
even a female agent
But I don't think I've met
more than three women in my life
Six months or so ago,
I fell in love with one of 'em
- Is she an actress?
- No, I told you. She's a woman
- Does she have to work?
- Script girl. Her name is Jerry
- She has the name of a man
- There is no further resemblance
- What is a script girl?
- You find out
Apparently, your sense number
six has changed its mind
No,I've just come to the realisation
that it's none of my business
- You now want me to go?
- It's up to you
I have no fear of Mr Kirk Edwards
America is a rich
and powerful country
but you have no monopoly on evil men
I have known them since
I was a very little girl
- Not like Kirk - They did not have
millions of dollars
But, to a girl with
nothing, a man with hundreds
is as rich as one with millions
I do not say this
with pride, Mr Dawes
Nor do I want it to sound
like one of the foolish things
we laugh at in the movies
But no man has ever paid for me
and I do not think any man ever will
Then... why not with pride?
Because it has not
been out of goodness
Not even because
I've tried to be good
I have nothing to say about
it, Mr Dawes, about whom I love
It is a kind of sickness
And, as I have said, I cannot
bear to be with sick people
But when the sick one is
yourself, you cannot run away
When I was a little
girl, like so many others
there was no money
to buy shoes for me.
And when the bombs
came, in the civil war
I used to bury myself in the
dirt of the ruins to be safe
I would lie there, safe in the dirt
and wiggle my toes
and listen to the noise
a fine lady, in fine shoes.
I hate shoes, Mr Dawes
I wear them to dance
and to show myself
but I feel afraid in shoes
And I feel safe with
my feet in the dirt
My words in English are so simple
And yet what I want to
say is not simple at all
Even in my own language
my brain and my words
could not say it, I'm afraid
There's more to
talking than just words
And you have one more
sense than other people
For instance, you understood
And when I was older
just to bury myself in the
dirt was not enough to be safe
I needed someone to be with me
Someone to love, to
love me, to make me safe
I needed it. I still
need it when I'm afraid
Like a baby who needs
a light on in the dark
I need to be loved when I'm
hiding in the dirt, and afraid
But the bombs are gone
You surprise me, Mr Dawes
Is fear gone?
- What are you afraid of?
- The same as everybody else
The same as you
Of being exposed and unprotected
Like Mr Kirk Edwards
without his money
Like you, as you used
to be without your drink
or now without your
script girl, who loves you
Like me, in my shoes and on
display for men and women to examine
for different reasons
Many men must be in love with you
In the dirt, it's hard to tell
Haven't "you" been in love?
From the dirt, it's easy
to look into the clouds
Has Mr Kirk Edwards already
flown away in his private plane
all covered with diamonds and stars?
Or, by now, has it
changed into a "calabaza?"
Oh, that must be
Spanish for "pumpkin"
We still have time, if you're coming
- Yes
- Then you'd better get your things
I have them
Then you'll want to say goodbye
I've no desire to look
at my mother once more
Pedro will take care of him
Con Dios, pap
I am ready, Mr Dawes
You forgot your shoes
No. I did not forget them.
What happened next,
if you go to movies
or if you've ever sat under
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