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Roman Holiday PART 3
Er, a nervous straight
Come home, you beauties.
Now, look at that: six thousand five hundred--ah, not bad, that's ten bucks.
Er, one more round and I'm gonna throw you gents right out in the snow... (The remaining players objective to his leaving:) Say-; what-; wait a minute-, etc.
I got to get up early: date with Her Royal Highness who will
graciously pose for some pictures.
What do you mean, early? My personal invitation says eleven forty-five.
Couldn't be anything to do with the fact that you're ahead?
(smiling) It could.
It works out fine for me: this is my last five thousand and you hyenas are not gonna get it.
Thanks a lot, Irving.
Yeah.
(getting up) See you at Annie's little party in the morning.
Ciao, Joe.
(picking up his jacket off the back of the chair) Yeah, ciao.
Goodnight, Joe; Ciao; Stay sober, etc.
(as Joe leaves) Alright! a little seven card stud.
Ok with me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Joe Bradley walks along the street, hands in pockets. He slows down by a park bench. Princess Ann is lying on it and Joe glances at her curiously as he walks by.)
(sounding drunk because of the drug's effect) Sooooo happy.
How are you this evening?
Mmmmmmmmm.... hmmmmm.... mmmmmmmmmmm..."
(rushing over to prevent her from falling off) Hey! hey, hey, hey.
Hey, wake up!
Thank you very much, delighted.
Wake up.
No, thank you.
Charmed.
(tentatively, shaking her hand) Charmed too.
(after a pause) You may sit down.
I think you better sit up; much too young to get picked up by the police.
(as he straightens her) Police?
Yep, po-lice.
Two-fifteen and back here to change. Two forty-five..
(putting a foot up on the bench) You know: people who can't handle liquor shouldn't drink it.
(she looks up at him) If I were dead and buried and I heard your voice beneath the sod my heart of dust would still rejoice. Do you know that poem?
Huh, what do you know?
You're well-read, well-dressed; you're snoozing away in a public street. Would you care to make a statement?
What the world needs is a return to sweetness and decency in the souls of its young men and-- (unable to support it, her head falls on his shoulder) mmmmmhhhhhhhhmmmmm.....
(he takes his money from his breast pocket and puts it into his trouser one) Yeah, I er, couldn't agree with you more, but erm-- (hears a car approaches and whistles. A taxi pulls up. Joe gets up, pats her on the shoulder.) Get yourself some coffee; you'll be alright.
Look: you take the cab.
(without stirring) Mmmmm. (Joe looks back at the driver who rests his arm against the window, impatiently.)
Come on;
climb in the cab and go home.
(as she drags herself to her feet, helped by Joe) Mmmmm...mmmmmm, so happy.
You got any money?
Never carry money.
That's a bad habit.
Mm.
Alright, I'll drop you off; come on.
(brightly; noticing it for the first time) It's a taxi!
Well, it's not the superchief.
(says something in Italian) Where are we going?
(to Ann) Where do you live?
Mmmmmm?
Colliseum.
Now, come on, you're not that drunk.
(laughing) If you're so smart I'm not drunk at all. I'm just being
verrrrry haaaappy...... |
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