The Bride Wore Red Page #4

have never tasted caviar.

I think you're right,

Signor Pal.

Everyone calls me Rudi.

The music has started

for dancing.

Please.

The infantry has succeeded

where the navy failed.

She is ours.

May I present Signorina Vivaldi?

'Contessa Di Meina,

Signorina Monti.'

- 'How do you do?'

- How do you do?

How do you do?

The, um, admiral, of course,

you know intimately.

My memory's terribly poor.

Forgive me, admiral.

Why should you remember

an old duffer like me?

And how wonderfully well

you're looking.

I'm feeling much better,

thank you.

I'm completely cured.

Completely cured?

Good. Excellent.

'Won't you sit down, signorina?'

Thank you.

Is this your

first visit to Turin?

Yes, my first in many years.

When I was a little girl,

I came here with my father

and Count Armalia.

Armalia?

Yes, he was

my father's closest friend.

I knew I remembered you.

Why, I used

to dandle you on my knee.

You were little, uh..

Little, uh..

Anne.

Anne! Of course.

Anne Vivaldi, that's your name!

Anne Vivaldi, been on

the tip of my tongue all night.

How cozy.

Tell me,

have you seen Armalia lately?

Yes. I saw him

about a week ago in Trieste.

He recommended Ter.

I was badly in need of a rest.

You said Trieste.

Perhaps we have mutual friends.

Do you know the Reinhardt's?

The Calman's?

No. I'm sorry.

With or without Armalia,

it seems

incredible that we've never met.

Well, there are

so many people in Trieste.

But so few ladies

as lovely as you.

It's good for your conceit,

darling.

- Don't mind him, signorina.

- I don't.

I like him.

Will you dance, Maddelena?

No, thank you.

I'm a little tired tonight.

And you, signorina?

Yes, thank you.

Watch out, Maddelena.

You don't dance

like a debutante.

Really?

And how does a debutante dance?

With stiff knees.

You dance beautifully.

Almost like a professional.

There.

You see, your praise went to my

feet, Signor Pal.

You know,

it's going to sound silly

your calling me Signor Pal..

...while I call you Ann.

I didn't know you were going to.

I forgot to tell you.

Any particular reason

why you're alone?

I want to be.

Well, that's too bad.

What is?

You're not going to have what

you want from now on.

You're not going to be alone

much from now on.

- Maria.

- Huh?

What's a debutante?

- A what?

- A debutante.

They've got stiff knees.

I don't know.

Something to do with society,

I guess.

That's what I thought.

People nodded to me and said

"Good evening, signorina."

all over the place

People I've never seen before

in my life.

'What?'

Nothing.

I'm so tired, I could die.

But it's still better

than carrying half the

merchant marine around

on your feet all night.

Think of it. The night's

just beginning down there.

You think of it.

Tell me, are Sophie and Toni

still fighting

over that night watchman?

Sophie married him.

He broke her jaw

for a wedding present.

Oh...it's wonderful

to live like this.

Listen to how quiet it is.

It's always quiet.

It's always wonderful.

It'll be terrible

when you have to go back.

It would be nice

to live like this forever.

The best thing

that could happen to you.

Maybe I could get you

a job like mine.

Like yours?

You're happy here with your

silly trees and mountains

and your stupid nights

with stars

and wet grass and sardines.

But that's because

you never tasted vintage wine

and danced

to a wonderful orchestra

with a handsome gentleman

who kissed your hand good night.

Anni, have you gone crazy?

Maria, I'm never going back

to the Cordolero bar.

So, that's it.

I knew that would come.

Why shouldn't I stay as I am,

on top with these clothes

these people, this life?

Am I any different from them?

Do I look,

do I act any different?

No, Anni.

But you are.

I'm not, and

I'll prove it to you I'm not.

I don't know how or when,

but I'll prove it to you.

And I'll prove it to them.

Look.

The whole valley's

like a sea of gold.

And there's the lake down there.

It looks like..

...like a little drop of jade.

I had a jade ring once.

- What is it, Anne?

- Oh, nothing. Just stupid.

But something

must have made you cry.

I just thought of something.

That's all.

- Of what?

- Nothing.

Of what, Anne?

Well, I just thought that..

...I'll be gone next week.

And I just thought that

I'll never see the sun again.

- What nonsense.

- Oh!

Please don't look at me, Rudi.

My nose gets so funny

when I cry.

Come on, let's wash

our faces in the brook.

Such a gloomy face.

Have I made you sad, Rudi?

Come, wash your face

in the brook.

It's a magic brook,

it washes away your sadness

and leaves little drops

of happiness all over you.

Some vintage wine perhaps?

Hundreds of years old.

Come and sit beside me, Anne.

What's the matter, Rudi?

I don't know.

Perhaps you've been getting up

too early in the morning.

I know it hasn't been any fun

for you to get up at dawn

to see the sun on the lake,

on the poplars

on the fields, just for my sake.

- You know that isn't so.

- Well, how do I know?

Because I still haven't seen

the lake, or the fields

or the poplars.

I haven't seen the sun, Anne.

I've only seen you.

Oh!

I don't know just what to say.

It must be getting late.

I wonder what's keeping

Maddelena and her father.

Anne..

...I can't make you out.

At the hotel, at tea,

at dinner, or when we dance

you're like everyone else.

More beautiful, perhaps.

More poised, more of a lady.

Thank you, Signor Pal.

On mornings like these,

you're like..

...an animal suddenly set free.

You try to run

in all directions at once.

You're all instinct and emotion.

You cry at a sunrise.

You laugh at some leaves

in the wind.

You're in love with something

on mornings like these.

At last.

I'm a woman of mystery.

You're the most exciting woman

I've ever met.

- Please, Rudi.

- I don't want you to go, Anne.

I don't wanna be here. I don't

wanna be anywhere without you.

You're engaged

to be married to Maddelena.

'Yoo-hoo!'

'Rudi! Anne!'

It's your problem, Rudi.

You will have to face it.

- Woo-hoo!

- Come on down.

I've run ashore here.

I think my anchor is dragging.

Here comes the morning mail.

I never could quite understand

Maddelena's mad passion

for the postman.

It's hardly that, darling.

I think he's charming.

I think the way he distributes

morning mail is delightful.

Quaint to the word,

I think it's stupid

and a little impertinent,

don't you, Anne?

I don't know. I've never

thought about it much.

You see, fortunately,

no one knows where I am

so I never get any letters.

You're just jealous, Rudi.

You do think he's attractive,

don't you, Anne?

I think I agree with Rudi

about his impertinence.

Giulio sometimes forgets

he's just a postman.

'Signor Lacroix.

One thin one.'

Signorina Vivaldi.

A letter for you.

Apparently someone knows

where you are.

- I-I can't imagine.

- Shall I get it for yo--

No, no, I'll get it.

It's much more fun.

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