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Roman Holiday PART 9
Ah, double my money, eh? You tell me you want double my money (JOE (waving his hand up at him, reassuring him) Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.) that way?
Eh, tomorrow. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Ann walks out onto the busy city street, dodging a motorbike as she arrives from a side-street. She looks out fascinated at all the activity, momentarily intimidated, but then venturing out confidently as she enjoys the bustle of the city around her.) (Joe peers down the street after her, running between the people in order to keep within sight. He follows her into a market as Ann wanders along, taking her time, just enjoying herself. She walks past several vendors offering her their goods.) (As Ann stops to look at a stall Joe has to back off, and is instantly targetted by the nearest vendor who offers him some of his huge melons. He shakes his head at him, more interested in keeping an eye on Ann who tries on a pair of shoes at the stall, then pays the woman vendor for them. Joe's vendor persists and Joe finally buys the melon off him, which at once quietens him down. So, carrying the melon, he follows Ann down to another street where she stops, looking out at the Fontana di Trevi: a magnificent facade ornamented with statues, fronted by a pool.) (Ann continues down the street that runs beside the fountain, stopping outside a salon to look at the drawings of hairstyles in the window which surround a mirror. She appears disappointed at the way she looks in the mirror and, after smiling at the hair of someone who walks past, decides to go inside.) (Joe walks up the the shop, smiling when he sees where she has gone.)
(speaking rather hesitant English) What a wonderful er, hair you have.
Just cut, thank you.
Just cut?
Well then, cut, er, so?
Higher.
Higher?
Here?
More.
Here?
Even more.
(impatiently) Where?
(she holds her hair at the shoulders) There.
There.
Are you sure, Miss?
(emphatically) I'm quite sure, thank you.
(he turns he round in the chair, taking her hair in his hand) All off?
All off. (Joe peers in them through the beaded curtain, still holding his melon.) MARIO DELANI (uncomfortable as he starts cutting off her long hair) Off. (Joe goes outside, looking round, then walks away down the street.) (Ann sits in the salon still, her hair covering her face.)
(pulling apart her hair to see her) Are you sure?
(impatiently) Yes.
(dropping her hair back over her face) Yes.
Off! off; off..
(Joe finds a public phone down the street opposite the fountain. Joe waits impatiently, studying his melon, as another person speaks on the phone, in Italian. Then, seeing a group of children playing on the statue, goes over to one of them, passing his melon to a boy.) (Back in the salon, the hairdresser cuts of the last lock of her hair.)
Off!
(Outside, Joe sees a group of American schoolgirls, playing and talking around the fountain. He approaches one who carries a camera.)
(gently coaxing her to get a look at the camera) That's a nice little camera you have there. Ah, it's nice. Mmmm. Er, you don't mind if I just borrow it, do you?
(calling out; putting her hand up) Miss Weber!
I'll give it back... just for a couple of minutes.
(trying to resist him) No. Go, it's my camera. (Their teacher comes over, looking over Joe darkly. He lets go of the camera as the teacher leads the student away, then holds his head in his hand, embarrassed.) (In the salon someone sweeps the hair up off the floor. Mario Delani is combing her hair, touching up the ends.)
You musician, maybe? You artist, aha? Painter...? I know: you model!
Model, hah?
Thank you.
(says some Italian) Finito. It's perfect.
Oh.
(as the hairdresser turns her round from side to side, looking in the mirror) Y-y-you be nice without long hair. Now, it's cool, hmm? Cool?
(turning her head to the side, playing with the ends) Yes, it's, it's just what I wanted.
Grazzi.
Now, why you not come dancing tonight with me? You should see, it's so nice: it's on a boat on the Tibérine, Tiber--the river by Saint Angelo-- (dramatically) moonlight, music, romantico! It's very, very..
very. Please, you come?
I wish I could.
(disappointed) Oh.
But, but, your friend: I think they not recognise you.
No, I don't think they will!
Oh, thank you very much.
Thank you.
(as she leaves he rushes out the door after her) Ah, er, senorina.
After nine o'clock, I'll be there. Dancing on river--remember: Saint Angelo. If you come, you will me most pretty of all girl!
(she smiles, surprised and flattered) Thank you. Goodbye.
(as she leaves) Goodbye. (Joe, watching from across the square, sees her leave and follows her. She passes by a shop window, stopping to look, and seeing her reflection checks her new hair. Joe follows her down the street towards the Spanish Steps. He keeps a safe distance as she waits for a gap in the traffic, dashing across. She walks up to an icecream vendor nearby, presenting him with some money.)
Er,
Gelato?
(nodding) Gelato.
(taking her icecream) Thank you.
(calling after her) Senorina.
Oh! grazzi. (She walks away, licking her icecream. A flower seller catches her attention as she walks past.)
(speaks some Italilan, presenting her with some flowers) It is
beautiful lady.
..five thousand lira!
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