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Roman Holiday
PART 1 ROMAN HOLIDAY
TRANSCRIBED BY Graham (hepburn@unforgettable.com) (A newsreel begins:) --PARAMOUNT NEWS-- NEWS FLASH (A commentator describes the newsreel showing Princess Ann at several ceremonies in various European locations.) NEWSREEL
Paramount News brings you a special coverage of Princess Ann's visit to London, the first stop on her much publicised goodwill tour of European capitals. She gets a royal welcome from the British as thousands cheer the gracious young member of one of Europe's oldest ruling families. After three days of continuous activity and a visit to Buckingham Palace, Ann flew to Amsterdam where Her Royal Highness dedicated the new International Aid Building and christened an ocean liner. Then went to Paris where she attended many official functions designed to cement trade relations between her country and the Western European nations. And so to Rome, the eternal city, where the Princess' visit was marked by a spectacular military parade highlighted by the band of the crack Piersa Yeri Regiment. The smiling young Princess showed no sign of the strain of the week's continuous public appearances. And at her country's embassy that evening, a formal reception and ball in her honor was given by her country's ambassador to Italy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (The Embassy ballroom. People fill the floor of the room. A fanfare sounds. The Master of Ceremonies appears and the people clear a path down the middle of the hall in front of him. The Master of Ceremonies announces "Her Royal Highness"--first in Italian, then in English.) (The orchestra starts playing as the Master of Ceremonies walks down the newly-formed aisle. Princess Ann, resplendent in her ballgown, diamond tiara, and necklace, appears at the door accompanied by the Ambassador in formal military dress. Behind them follow together the Countess Vereberg and General Provno, and others. As the company walks slowly down the aisle, Princess Ann smiles and nods her head to acknowledge the guests who line their path. They bow as the Princess walks past them.) (As they reach the front, the Princess and the others step onto the dais as the orchestra finishes playing. The dais is furnished with chairs--a large one in the center. The Princess and the others stand, facing the guests. Princess Ann is about to sit when the Ambassador discreetly stops her with a hand on her arm.) (As they stand waiting, the guests form in a line in front. The Master of Ceremonies announces them as they walk forward to greet her, in turn.) MASTER OF CEREMONIES
His Excellency, the Papal Nuntius, Monsignor Altomonto. (Ann greets him warmly in Italian, shaking his hand; he replies, in Italian.) MASTER OF CEREMONIES
Sir Hugo Macy de Farmington. ANN
(he bows to her) Good evening, Sir Hugo. SIR HUGO
(shaking her hand) Good evening, Your Royal Highness. MASTER OF CEREMONIES
His Highness, The Maharajah of Kalipur; and The Rajkumari. ANN
(shaking the Rajkumari's hand) I'm so glad that you could come. THE RAJKUMARI
Thank you. THE MAHARAJA
(shaking Ann's hand) Thank you, madame. (The Master of Ceremonies announes the next couple, in German.)
ANN
(hidden beneath her dress, she takes her right foot out of its shoe and stretches it) Guten Abend. MASTER OF CEREMONIES
(as Ann puts her foot back) Prince Istvan Barossy Nagyavaros. ANN
How do you do? (he kisses her hand)
(The Master of Ceremonies announces the long German name and title of the next guest.) ANN
(holding the woman's hand as she curtsies) Guten Abend. (She greets the man as he kisses her hand.)
(The Master of Ceremonies announces the next couple. As she greets them, Ann rubs her tired right foot against her leg.) (Much later on and Ann is still greeting the guests.) ANN
(greeting another couple) So happy. MASTER OF CEREMONIES
The Count and Countess von Marstrand. ANN
Good evening, Countess (holding her hand the woman curtsies. To the Count.)
Good evening. COUNT
(kissing her hand) Good evening. (Suddenly, Princess Ann loses her balance as her foot slips over her shoe, knocking it over. The Count's eyeglass pops out in surprise and he smiles back as she regathers herself. The Ambassador looks down in disappointment at her error. The Master of Ceremonies introduces the next couple--a Senor and Senora.)
ANN
(she tries to manipulate her shoe back into position which has been knocked over and she greets the couple, disguising her discomfort) Good evening (the man kisses her hand.)
(The Master of Ceremonies announces the next guest as Ann pushes her shoe again in an effort to right it.) ANN
(as the man bends, gesturing with his hand in greeting) How do you do? (As the last guest moves back Ann looks around anxiously, trying again to right her shoe, resulting in her pushing it further away. The Ambassador then motions her to sit down. As she sits back into the chair with the Ambassador and the Countess on either side her dress pulls back, revealing the shoe.) (The orchestra starts playing a waltz. Ann tries as inconspicuously as possible to drag her shoe back with her foot. The General, standing behind her frowning, motions to the Countess to look at the shoe. She looks down at it and closes her eyes in horror. The Princess stirs in her seat trying to get her shoe back, fiddling with her gloves as cover. A man standing behind the Ambassador motions to him and he shrugs and gets up, bowing and presenting his arm to the Princess. The Princess rises and, pausing for time to regather her shoe, is lead onto the ballroom floor by the Ambassador. Taking her up to dance he looks at the area in front of the eat and, relieved that the shoe isn't to be seen, continues dancing with her as the other guests watch. ) (Later on and the dance floor is filled people. Princess Ann dances with a short, lively gentleman who rattles off rapid Spanish phrases to her. She listens, nodding and smiling politely. Still later and she dances with a short, elderly gentlemen. They smile and nod to each other silently. Later again and Ann dances with a somewhat remote gentlemen. She almost speaks so as to strike up a conversation, but thinks better of it.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Later that night in Princess Ann's bedchamber. She stands on her bed dressed in her nightgown, her hair let down. She picks up the skirt of her nightgown and drops it.) ANN
(brushing her hair) I hate this nightgown. I hate all my nightgowns. And I hate all my underwear too. COUNTESS
(coming over to tend to her bed, dressed in a bedrobe and wearing glasses) My dear, you have lovely things. ANN
But I'm not two hundred years old! (Dropping down on the bed)
Why can't I sleep in pyjamas? COUNTESS
(looking up as she folds the sheets into place) Pyjamas! ANN
(Just) the top half. (The Countess takes off her glasses, shocked, then walks over to the window. Ann pulls the covers over her, sitting up)
Did you know there are people who sleep with absolutely (nothing) on at all? COUNTESS
(opening the window) I rejoice to say that I did not. ANN
(lying against the headboard, smiling as she hears distant music coming in through the window) Listen. (She jumps up out of bed and runs over to the window, looking out.)
COUNTESS
Oh, and your slippers. (She goes to fetch them from beside the bed as Ann looks out with pleasure at the dancing going on far below in the distance)
Please put on your slippers and come away at the window. (Ann walks back to the bed, dejected, as the Countess shuts the window. The Countess holds a tray)
Your milk and crackers. ANN
(taking the tray; as the Countess helps her pull the covers over her) Everything we do is so wholesome. COUNTESS
They'll help you to sleep. ANN
(stubbornly) I'm too tired to sleep--can't sleep a wink. COUNTESS
(putting on her glasses, taking a diary from the bedtable) Now my dear, if you don't mind: tomorrow's schedule--or schedule ((skedule),)
whichever you prefer--both are correct. (Running through the items with a pen)
Eight thirty, breakfast here with the Embassy staff; nine o'clock, we leave for the Polinory Automotive Works where you'll be presented with a small car. ANN
(disinterested; absently playing with a napkin) Thank you. COUNTESS
Which you will not accept. ANN
No, thank you. COUNTESS
Ten thirty-five, inspection of food and agricultural organisation will present you with an olive tree. ANN
No, thank you. COUNTESS
Which you (will) accept. ANN
Thank you. COUNTESS
Ten fifty-five, the Newfoundling Home For Orphans. You will preside over the laying of the cornerstone; same speech as last Monday. ANN
Trade relations? COUNTESS
Yes. ANN
(chewing a cracker) For the orphans? COUNTESS
No, no, the other one. ANN
'Youth and progress'. COUNTESS
Precisely. Eleven forty-five, back here to rest. No, that's wrong... eleven forty-five, conference here with the press. ANN
'Sweetness and decency' (she rolls her eyes.)
COUNTESS
One o'clock sharp, lunch with the Foreign Ministry. You will wear your white lace and carry a small bouquet of (& ANN) very small pink roses. (The Countess looks up, unimpressed. Continuing, as Ann drinks her milk from a glass)
Three-o five, presentation of a plaque. (ANN (to an imagined guest:) Thank you.) Four-ten, review special guard of * Police. (ANN No, thank you.) Four forty-five (ANN How do you do?) back here to change (ANN (becoming distressed) Charmed.) to your uniform (ANN So happy.) to meet the international--. IndexNext Roman Holiday PART 2 ANN (screaming at the Countess) STOP!!! (Looking away, her hair covering her face)
Please stop! stop...! COUNTESS
(retrieving the tray) It's alright, dear, it didn't spill (she places the tray on the table.)
ANN
I don't care if it's spilled or not. I don't care if I (throws her head into the pillow)
drown in it! COUNTESS
(putting her hands on her shoulders to comfort her) My dear, you're ill. I'll send for Doctor Bonnachoven. ANN
(turning over, facing the opposite way) I don't want Doctor Bonnachoven; please let me die in peace! COUNTESS
You're not dying. ANN
(facing the Countess) Leave me. (Sitting up, shouting at her)
Leave me! COUNTESS
It's nerves; control yourself Ann. ANN
(throwing herself on the pillow, beating it with her fist) I don't want to! COUNTESS
(standing up straight, speaking with authority) Your Highness (Ann continues blubbing.)
I'll get Doctor Bonnachoven (she heads for the door.)
ANN
(looking up as she leaves) It's no use; I'll be dead before he gets here (she gives a defiant blub.)
(Later, the Countess enters the bedchamber, followed by Doctor Bonnachoven and the General. They walk to her bed and the doctor looks at Ann, who doesn't move.) DOCTOR
(to the Countess, puzzled) She is asleep. COUNTESS
She was in hysterics three minutes ago, Doctor. DOCTOR
(he puts his Doctor's bag on the table and bends over to her; quietly) Are you asleep, ma'am? ANN
(without moving) No! DOCTOR
Oh. (He feels her forehead then takes a thermometer from his bag)
I'll only disturb Your Royal Highness a moment, ah? ANN
I'm very ashamed, Doctor Bonnachoven; I- (the Doctor places the thermometer in her mouth) suddenly I was crying. DOCTOR
(reassuring) To cry--a perfectly normal thing to do. GENERAL
It most important she be calm and relaxed for the press conference, Doctor. ANN
Don't worry, Doctor: I- (takes the thermometer out) I'll be calm and relaxed and I-I'll bow and I'll smile and- I'll improve trade relations and I, and I will.. (she throws herself onto the pillow, in hysterics again.)
COUNTESS
There she goes again. Give her something, Doctor, please. DOCTOR
(holding up a syringe from the bag) Uncover her arm, please, hmm? (The Countess uncovers her arm as the General looks away.) ANN
(calming down; without looking up) What's that? DOCTOR
Sleep and calm. This will relax you and make Your Highness feel a little happy. It's a new drug, quite harmless. (As he injects her the General faints behind them, unnoticed)
There. ANN
I don't feel any different. DOCTOR
You will; it may take a little time to take hold. Just now, lie back, ah? ANN
Can I keep just one light on? DOCTOR
Of course. Best thing I know is to do exactly what you wish for a while. ANN
(smiling) Thank you, Doctor. COUNTESS
(the Countess looks round at the General on the floor) Oh, the General! Doctor, quick! DOCTOR
Oh! ANN
(sitting up) Hah! (she puts her hand over her mouth, covering her smile.)
GENERAL
(embarrassed; straightening his bedrobe) I'm perfectly alright. (To the Princess)
Goodnight, ma'am. (He bows and leaves.)
DOCTOR
(bowing, smiling at the Princess) Goodnight, ma'am. ANN
Goodnight, Doctor. (The Doctor leaves, followed by the Countess, who turns off the light and, looking back at the Princess, shuts the door behind her.) (Alone, the Princess looks around the large room at the lavish, ancient ornamentation on the ceiling and the huge sculpted headboard. She lies back, and then, remembering, eagerly climbs out of bed and runs to the window. She looks out longingly at the dancing below, the breeze blowing in her face then out over the city, the buildings lit up in the night far in the distance. Thinking, she looks back at the door and then back out the window, then she runs to her wardrobe, and starts rummaging in the clothes hung there.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Later, dressed in a plain white blouse and skirt and picking up her gloves from the dresser, she peers out the door of the bedchambers. She sees a guard sat at the end of the wall stir in his semi-sleep. Pausing as she closes the door, she goes out of the side window onto the balcony outside. She walks along to the edge of the adjacent balcony, jumping down with a slight noise onto the ground. Glancing furtively around she goes inside to a large, empty room. She pauses for moment to look around on either side and then continues. Going through the door she finds herself on a corridor upstairs, encircling the large central area. She runs along to the end, turning the corner and then onto the other side. She continues on, reaches a staircase and goes down it towards the exit.) (Outside, still in the grounds of the Embassy, she runs along a courtyard area. The shadow of a man walking appears where she has just come from but she reaches safety at the other end before he can see her.) (Running through the buildings further she pauses, her back against a wall. Looking round the corner she sees a man jump out of a small supply truck. While he is gone she runs over and quietly hops into the back of the truck. The man comes back and throws a couple of bags into the back where she is hiding. He then gets in, starts the motor, and drives off. Guards at the entrace of the Embassy grounds open the doors and the little truck drives out. Ann peers back over the top of a bag to see the guards closing the doors again as the Embassy recede into the distance. She looks round with delight, moving the bag out of the way, leaning her arm on some goods to see out the back better. She watches the truck go past a sidewalk cafe, busy with people, then waves to a couple driving behind on a scooter; the woman waves back at her. The goods rattle in the back as the truck bounces around, and Ann rests on a box, closing her eyes.) (The truck continues through the city but Ann is awakened when the truck stops for a couple walking across the street in front. As it is stopped she hops out, running to the footpath as the truck screeches away. She leans against a tree, yawning then continues on.) (Crossing a street, she walks straight across the passenger cabin of a horse-drawn carriage parked alongside the pavement, to the bewilderment of the passengers and driver. The cab drives away as Ann continues on.) (A light pours from the window of a room on the second floor of the building the carriage was parked in front of...) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Inside the room are sat Joe Bradley, Irving Radovich, and several other men around a poker table.)
CARD PLAYER 1
Bet five hundred. JOE
(placing his bet down, firmly) Five hundred. How many? IRVING
(placing his bet) One. (The others still in the game place theirs.) CARD PLAYER 1
I'll take one. CARD PLAYER 2
Three. JOE
Fool, boy. (Checks his cards; bets more)
Two for papa. CARD PLAYER 1
(places a note in the pool) Five hundred more. JOE
(following) Without lookin'. IRVING
Five hundred; and, er (clears his throat,)
raise you a thousand. (Joe looks at him suspiciously. Irving rubs his beard but stays unemotional. Joe places his money in the pool.) CARD PLAYER 1
(laying his cards down) Two pairs. JOE
Oh, well I got three (shy) little sevens. LastIndexNext Roman Holiday PART 3 IRVING
Er, a nervous straight (lays his cards down; Then, with relish)
Come home, you beauties. (Counting his money as he picks it up; Joe looks on grimly)
Now, look at that: six thousand five hundred--ah, not bad, that's ten bucks. (As the dealer gathers the cards back and Joe does up his tie)
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. IRVING
I got to get up early: date with Her Royal Highness who will (dramatically)
graciously pose for some pictures. JOE
What do you mean, early? My personal invitation says eleven forty-five. CARD PLAYER 1
Couldn't be anything to do with the fact that you're ahead? IRVING
(smiling) It could. JOE
It works out fine for me: this is my last five thousand and you hyenas are not gonna get it. (Putting his money in his pocket, patting Irving on the back)
Thanks a lot, Irving. IRVING
Yeah. JOE
(getting up) See you at Annie's little party in the morning. IRVING
Ciao, Joe. JOE
(picking up his jacket off the back of the chair) Yeah, ciao. (The other men say goodbye: )
Goodnight, Joe; Ciao; Stay sober, etc. IRVING
(as Joe leaves) Alright! a little seven card stud. CARD PLAYER 1
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.) ANN
(sounding drunk because of the drug's effect) Sooooo happy. (Joe stops, turning round to look at her. Interrupting, as Joe almost walks on)
How are you this evening? (She stirs on the bench, luxuriously)
Mmmmmmmmm.... hmmmmm.... mmmmmmmmmmm..." JOE
(rushing over to prevent her from falling off) Hey! hey, hey, hey. (Turning her on her back)
Hey, wake up! ANN
Thank you very much, delighted. JOE
Wake up. ANN
No, thank you. (Raising her gloved hand to him)
Charmed. JOE
(tentatively, shaking her hand) Charmed too. ANN
(after a pause) You may sit down. JOE
I think you better sit up; much too young to get picked up by the police. ANN
(as he straightens her) Police? JOE
Yep, po-lice. ANN
Two-fifteen and back here to change. Two forty-five.. (she wavers slightly, not fully awake.)
JOE
(putting a foot up on the bench) You know: people who can't handle liquor shouldn't drink it. ANN
(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? JOE
Huh, what do you know? (Sitting down)
You're well-read, well-dressed; you're snoozing away in a public street. Would you care to make a statement? ANN
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..... JOE
(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. (He goes over to the cab, looks back to see her lying back down. The driver notices too and looks away innocently when he sees Joe looking at him. Joe goes back over to Ann, trying to stir her)
Look: you take the cab. ANN
(without stirring) Mmmmm. (Joe looks back at the driver who rests his arm against the window, impatiently.) JOE
Come on; (takes her up by the arm)
climb in the cab and go home. ANN
(as she drags herself to her feet, helped by Joe) Mmmmm...mmmmmm, so happy. JOE
You got any money? ANN
Never carry money. JOE
That's a bad habit. ANN
Mm. JOE
Alright, I'll drop you off; come on. (He leads her to the taxi.)
ANN
(brightly; noticing it for the first time) It's a taxi! JOE
Well, it's not the superchief. (He follows her into the cab.)
CAB DRIVER
(says something in Italian) Where are we going? JOE
(to Ann) Where do you live? ANN
Mmmmmm? (Closing her eyes)
Colliseum. JOE
Now, come on, you're not that drunk. ANN
(laughing) If you're so smart I'm not drunk at all. I'm just being (her head falls against his chest)
verrrrry haaaappy...... LastIndexNext |
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