The Barefoot Contessa Page #7

And I have been "la Cenicienta"

Spanish for Cinderella?

I have gowns and jewels

of silver and gold

I have a coach not

pulled by four horses

but with the power of 200

Thousands of men write each

month that they dream of me

Mothers give my name to their babies

And young girls rub their faces

with the soap which I am paid

to say I use, but which I do not

And I have so many other things

Everything in the world

which can be rented

As I remember the story

you've left out one

very important character

I have left out the prince

Did it ever occur to you, Harry

that the prince looked

everywhere for Cinderella

just so that he could put

the shoe back on her foot?

Now that you mention it...

I thought you'd sent him away.

You asked him to come back

Yes, I asked him back

Your life is your own. I've

never told you how to live it

But this one is no good

No worse, no better than the others.

You cannot rent a prince

I've seen him. He's

mean and he's dirty

And which of the men

inside this house is not?

Who? Name him for me, Harry

You cast your films so well

Which of them would you

have play the prince?

All the men are not in this house

and what you need

is not in that house

All your talk about

a frightened child

finding love and

security in the dirt

All children love

dirt, but they grow up

The fairy tale again

Cinderella came out of the ashes

and was spotless when

the prince came along

Maria

most women in this world

pray and cry in their sleep

for just one small

part of what you've got

so that they can find what all

women need, what "you" need, Maria

A man you can look at in the daytime

A man you can love like a woman

have children by, grow old with

share joys and sorrows,

success and failure

You've got to make up your mind

Half in the dirt and half

out... Go one way or the other

But if you go back, what

a pitiful waste it'll be

And if I go the other

way, I go to what?

To a big white yacht

with Alberto Bravano?

Just because it is big and white

and a yacht, is it not still dirt?

Do not think that I do not agree

with everything you say, Harry

But I... I cannot help myself

One thing you can't knock

about Southern California,

the air at night

I sure pity the people who

have to breathe in the daytime

You got somethin' on your mind?

Not a thing, Oscar. How about you?

I was just wonderin'

You look like you had a

sneak preview playin' inside

I've been wondering too.

You can't see Kirk

Suppose he has a cigarette

in his mouth and needs a light

Maybe he should

carry his own matches

- Oh? Am I the first to know?

- Know what?

Oh, you're going to love

international caf society

No more plain Morocco/Stork

Club caf society for you

No bums in black ties. It's

bums in white ties from now on

I thought you were on the wagon

Oscar, this is Harry

- How about Bravano? Got him hooked?

- All but the clincher

I got him sold, Harry. I know it

I got that gaucho seeing himself

up there with the Rockefellers

It's the deal of my lifetime,

if I can just find that clincher

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

See the battle of the giants

- What?

- Kirk and Bravano are having it out

- A fight?

- Goliath versus Goliath

- Throwin' punches?

- Don't be silly

Neither one of them

has had his hands closed

since the day he was born

My tongue is loosened by champagne

I speak as I do everything,

for all the world to know

Everything I do - and I admit to all

your accusations - I do in the open

But you, Mr Kirk

Edwards, do them secretly

- Do you deny that?

- You're a liar. You're a liar!

You repeat yourself

Take a drink, my friend, and

say what you have in your heart

But you never drink. You never say

Is it because you fear

what's in your heart?

- You're a liar

- Granted. But so are you, Mr Edwards

You are everything that I am, plus

one more sin:
Hypocrisy, my friend

You pretend not to be what

you are, not to do what you do

This is most evil of all

You've never done an honest

day's work in your life

I have never done a

day's work in my life

honest or dishonest,

but neither have you

To make $100 into $110, this is work

To make 100 million into

110 million, this is inevitable

At least I keep my

money in my own country

and spend it here and pay my taxes

I keep my money in your country too

and for the same reason

as you. It is safest here

And as for taxes, how

many millions have you

in tax-exempt bonds and oil wells

whose power of production

your government protects

while it denies such

benefits to the brain?

What about "your" flea-bitten

country? What taxes do you pay?

It is a well-known

fact that everywhere

except for the British

Empire and the USA

the income tax can be easily avoided

by anyone with income. I pay none

Then what right do you have to

attack the American way of life?

Oh, please, Mr Kirk Edwards

I attack nothing and

nobody but you, personally

I've never met an American

to whom the American way

of life was not his own

But it is only yours I attack

My life is none of your business.

I live it my way and I like it

Then why does it not make you happy?

Do you not agree

to have an enormous amount

of money is a wonderful thing?

Why don't you shut up and

go back where you came from

Oh, this is unworthy, even from you

Next you will tell me the best

friend of a boy is his mother

- Mine was - Obviously.

And that of a man, his horse

It is not clear to me

when the transition from

mother to horse takes place

- Get out of here, Bravano

- I will go when I please

- I'll have you thrown out!

- I will offer no resistance

I am a physical coward. So

are you. But I admit it openly

I'm a selfish man, not a good

man. But I admit it openly

I enjoy to live. You do not

I waste my money with pleasure.

But yours is just a waste

I will not go back where I came

from because I do not like it there

You are incapable of liking it

anywhere, so you stay where you are

Goodbye, Mr Kirk Edwards

Are you coming with me?

- I beg your pardon?

- I leave tomorrow morning for Cannes

I invited you to join my yachting

party and you said you'd let me know

I ask you now, openly

It would delight me if

you would come with me

this minute, out of this house

You must be confused, seor.

This is my house. I live here

- Then tomorrow morning

- Maria!

Tell him you're not going,

tomorrow morning or ever

Always, Kirk, you choose

exactly the wrong moment

to play dictator with me

I forbid you to go with him!

And I want to hear you tell him so

Too bad. I had decided not to go

Now I think I must

I will come for you tomorrow morning

Oscar

Clear everybody

out. The party's over

This is your clincher,

Muldoon. Don't blow it

Just this once, Kirk, why don't

you empty your own ashtrays?

- You heard what I said?

- You said the party's over

Tell everybody to go home

The party's over

and I want to thank

you for a lovely evening

How drunk are you, Muldoon?

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