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Roman Holiday PART 10
(trying to hand them back) No money.
No?
No.
I'm sorry, I've really no money.
(Some Italian,) if you no, eh?
Look
I'm sorry. (Feeling sorry for her, the flower man pulls a flower out and gives it to her. She offers him her money but he waves his hand, telling her in Italian that she can keep it.)
(thanking him) Grazzi, grazzi.
(As Joe watches her from across the street she sits down on one of the ornamentations which divide the width of the steps, licking her icecream. Joe runs up the opposite side, out of view, and then walks across the width of the steps, behind her. He walks down the steps towards her, and walking past her, looks round pretending that he has just noticed her.)
Weeell, it's you!
(looking up at him, smiling) Yes, Mr. Bradley!
(looking at her hair) Or is it?
Do you like it?
(Sitting down beside her) Yeah... very much. So that was your mysterious appointment?
Mr. Bradley: I have a confession to make.
Confession?
Yes, I... ran away last night, from school.
Oh, what was the matter: trouble with the teacher?
No, nothing like that.
Well, you don't just run away from school for nothing.
Well, it were only meant to be for an hour or two. They gave me something last night to make me sleep.
(he smiles, realising) Oh, I see.
(looking down at the street she finishes her icecream, rubbing her hands clean) Now I'd better get a taxi and go back.
Well, look: before you do, why don't you take a little time for yourself?
(shaking her head, unsure) It may be another hour.
(enthusiastically) Live dangerously: take the whole day!
I could do some of the things I've always wanted to.
Like what?
Oh, you can't imagine... I'd, I'd like to do (just) whatever I'd like, the whole day long!
You mean, things like having your hair cut? Eating gelato?
Yes, and I'd,
I'd like to sit at a sidewalk cafe; and look in shop windows; walk in the rain!
Have fun, and maybe some excitement. It doesn't seem much to you, does it?
It's great. Tell you what: why don't we do all those things--together.
But don't you have to work?
Work?
No! Today's gonna be a holiday.
(playfully) But you'll want to do a lot of silly things.
(taking her hand) Don't I? First wish: one sidewalk cafe, coming right up--I know just the place:
Rocca's. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Joe and Ann sit at a table at Rocca's, watching the traffic go past. Joe sits watching as she eats a bread roll.)
What'll the people at school say when they see your new haircut?
(laughing) They'll have a fit. What would they say if they knew I'd spent the night in your room?
(he looks around self-consciously, leaning closer, playfully) Well, er, I'll tell you what: you don't tell your folks and I won't tell mine.
(smiling) It's a pact.
Now, what would you like to drink?
(casually) Champagne, please.
(pausing, slightly taken aback at her extravagance; to the waiter walking past) Er, commerierie*, er...
(bending down, inbetween Joe and Ann) [Italian], senor?
Champagne.
Well, er, champagne
for the senorina and er, cold coffee for me.
Must be quite a life you have in that school--champagne for lunch.
Only on special occasions.
For instance?
The last was my father's anniversary.
Wedding?
No, it was..
the fortieth anniversary of umm...the day he got his job.
Forty years on the job; what do you know about that...
What does he do?
(thinking, cautiously) Well...mostly you might call it...public relations.
Oh, well, that's hard work.
Yes, I wouldn't care for it.
Does he?
I've...heard him complain about it.
Why doesn't he quit?
Well, people in that line of work almost never do quit--unless it's actually unhealthy for them to continue.
(as the waiter delivers the drinks) Uh-huh. Well, here's to his health then.
(the waiter places a straw by her wine glass) You know: that's what everybody says.
(after they drink) It's alright?
(sitting back in her chair, relaxing, playing with the straw) Yes, thank you. What is your work?
(now he stammers nervously) Oh, I'm er, in the selling game.
Really? how interesting.
Uh-huh.
What do you sell?
(he looks blank for a moment then, on hearing a horse in the street passing by, looks up at it; turning to her) Er, fertilizer; er, chemicals, you know? Chemicals--stuff like that.
Irving! Well, am I glad to see you.
(jokingly) Why, did you forget your wallet?
(without laughing) Er, pull up a chair, Irving; sit down with us here.
Aren't you gonna introduce me?
Er, yes, this is a very good friend of mine, Irving Radovich;
Anya: Irving.
(still holding her hand) Anya...?
Smith.
(playfully; pulling up a chair from the next table to use) Oh, hiya Smithy.
(politely) Charmed
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