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Roman Holiday PART 4
Hey, now, don't fall asleep again.
(first speaks something in Italian) Where are we- we going?
Ok.
Look, now where do you wanna to go? Hmmm? Where shall I take you?
Where do- where do- where do you live? Huh? huh? Come on. Come on,
where do you live?
Come on, where do you live?!
(mumbling, half-asleep) I....ohhhhh....Colliseum.
(hopelessy; to the cab driver) She lives in the Colliseum.
(shakes his head) It's wrong address. Now look, senor: for me it is very late tonight ...
... wife ...
... I have three bambinos--three bambinos, you know, bambino?
My- my taxi go home, I- I go home er to- together. Senor--.
(giving up, sitting back) Villa Marguta, fifty-one.
(pleased, finally) Villa Marguta, fifty-one.
Oh, some Italian! (The taxi drives off. The cab arrives outside the address.)
Yes, Villa Marguta fifty-one.
Thousand lira some Italian. (Joe responds in Italian. He reaches into his breast pocket then, remembering, his trouser one and gives the driver the money.)
One, two, three, four mila*.
Ok.
Ok, ok. Now look: take a little bit of that; take her wherever she wants to go.
Hmmm? Capito? Capito.
Oh- no, no; moment, moment, moment! No, no, no
(JOE Alright). No, no, no.
(leaning down to the window) Alright, alright; look: as soon as she wakes up, see? she tell you where she want to go. Ok.
Moment, moment: my taxi not for sleep; my taxi--no sleep. You understand? you understand?
Look, look, pal: this is not my problem, see? I never see her before. Huh? Ok.
It's not your problem, it's not my problem. What you want: you don't want girl, yeah? Me don't want girl--. Police: maybe she want girl.
(he relents) Stay calmo, stay calmo, ok, ok, ok.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Joe walks up the steps, followed by Ann, head down barely able to keep awake. He arrives at the front door. As he stops, leaning forward to open it, Ann rests her head on his shoulder. Before going through he straightens causing her to stand up, balancing herself, and then goes through; Ann follows. He shuts the door behind her, taking her by the hand up the steps. Without thinking she walks around the outside of the small spiral stairwell instead of following him up so Joe turns her around with his hand, leaning over the railing from above (ANN blissfully unaware as he leads her around So happy.), and leads her back around to the bottom of the steps (ANN So happy.) and up the right way.) (She staggers up steps after him, stopping by a door as Joe goes to unlock his one a few steps up. In her stupor, she raises her hand and is about to knock on the neighbour's door when Joe sees her, running over to catch her hand just in time. He leads her to the door and unlocks it. He goes in and turns on the light.)
(muttering as Ann follows him in) Out of my head.
Is this the elevator?
(offended) It's my room.
(she almost topples over, walking to the bed and putting a gloved hand on the endboard to steady herself) I'm terribly sorry to mention it, but the dizziness is getting worse.
Can I sleep here?
That's the general idea.
(poetically) Can I have a silk nightgown with rosebuds on it?
(walking over to Ann, presenting her with some pyjamas) I'm afraid you'll have to rough it tonight--in these.
(with delight, taking them) Pyjamas!
Sorry, honey, but I haven't worn a nightgown in years.
Will you help me get undressed, please?
(pauses, unsure, then goes to her) Er...ok.
Er, there you are; you can handle the rest.
(Joe walks over to the table by the front door, pouring a drink into a glass from a bottle, and swallowing it.)
(just putting down her last glove) May I have some?
(firmly) No.
Now look--.
(shaking her head) This is very unusual.
I've never been alone with a man before, even with my dress on.
With my dress off it's most unusual.
Hm, I don't seem to mind.
Do you?
I think I'll go out for a cup of coffee.
(amused) Hm.
(pulling out a pillow from the bed) You'd better get to sleep.
Oh, no, no;
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