罗马假日2

 
 
Roman Holiday
PART 4JOE
Hey, now, don't fall asleep again. CAB DRIVER
(first speaks something in Italian)
Where are we- we going? (Joe says something in Italian, impatiently.)
Ok. (Turns back around.)JOE
Look, now where do you wanna to go? Hmmm? Where shall I take you? (Holding her jaw, shaking her head; Ann moans in annoyance)
Where do- where do- where do you live? Huh? huh? Come on. Come on, (lightly slapping her face with his hand)
where do you live? (The driver looks back, unimpressed)
Come on, where do you live?! ANN
(mumbling, half-asleep)
I....ohhhhh....Colliseum. JOE
(hopelessy; to the cab driver)
She lives in the Colliseum. CAB DRIVER
(shakes his head)
It's wrong address. Now look, senor: for me it is very late tonight ... (some Italian)
... wife ... (more Italian)
... I have three bambinos--three bambinos, you know, bambino? (he pretends to cry like a small child)
My- my taxi go home, I- I go home er to- together. Senor--. JOE
(giving up, sitting back)
Villa Marguta, fifty-one. CAB DRIVER
(pleased, finally)
Villa Marguta, fifty-one. (Pleased)
Oh, some Italian!
(The taxi drives off. The cab arrives outside the address.)CAB DRIVER
Yes, Villa Marguta fifty-one.
some Italian I am very happy. (Joe looks grimly at Ann, asleep beside him)
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.)CAB DRIVER
One, two, three, four mila*. (Gives him back some.)JOE
Ok. (Says something in Italian then gives him back the money. The driver thanks him in Italian.)
Ok, ok. Now look: take a little bit of that; take her wherever she wants to go. (The cabbie thinks for a moment, unsure)
Hmmm? Capito? Capito. (Some Italian. The driver nods and they say goodbye to each other. The driver takes one look at Ann sitting asleep and quickly calls out to Joe as he leaves.)CAB DRIVER
Oh- no, no; moment, moment, moment! No, no, no (the cabbie pulls him over by the arm)
(JOE Alright). No, no, no. JOE
(leaning down to the window)
Alright, alright; look: as soon as she wakes up, see? she tell you where she want to go. Ok. CAB DRIVER
Moment, moment: my taxi not for sleep; my taxi--no sleep. You understand? you understand? JOE
Look, look, pal: this is not my problem, see? I never see her before. Huh? Ok. CAB DRIVER
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. JOE
(he relents)
Stay calmo, stay calmo, ok, ok, ok. (some Italian, reassuring him as he opens the cab door and drags Ann out.)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(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.)JOE
(muttering as Ann follows him in)
Out of my head. (He shuts the door behind her.)ANN
Is this the elevator? JOE
(offended)
It's my room. (He turns on a lamp at the other end of the room, by the bathroom door.)ANN
(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. (Looking around)
Can I sleep here? JOE
That's the general idea. (He walks over and opens a wardrobe on the landing next to the front door.)ANN
(poetically)
Can I have a silk nightgown with rosebuds on it? JOE
(walking over to Ann, presenting her with some pyjamas)
I'm afraid you'll have to rough it tonight--in these. ANN
(with delight, taking them)
Pyjamas! JOE
Sorry, honey, but I haven't worn a nightgown in years. (He goes over to open another cupboard by the lamp.)ANN
Will you help me get undressed, please? (she stands ready, head raised expectantly.)JOE
(pauses, unsure, then goes to her)
Er...ok. (He undoes her necktie, sliding it away fom her neck; presenting it to her)
Er, there you are; you can handle the rest. (She looks at it, blankly, then takes it.)
(Joe walks over to the table by the front door, pouring a drink into a glass from a bottle, and swallowing it.)ANN
(just putting down her last glove)
May I have some? JOE
(firmly)
No. (Puts his glass down, going over to her)
Now look--. ANN
(shaking her head)
This is very unusual. (Unbuttoning her cuffs, then the bottom button of her blouse)
I've never been alone with a man before, even with my dress on. (Pulling up her blouse out of her skirt)
With my dress off it's most unusual. (With a half-laugh)
Hm, I don't seem to mind. (Smiling at him as she starts to open the remaining buttons)
Do you? JOE
I think I'll go out for a cup of coffee. ANN
(amused)
Hm. JOE
(pulling out a pillow from the bed)
You'd better get to sleep. (She starts to sink onto the bed (ANN Hm?); he catches her)
Oh, no, no; (pointing to the ottoman at the side, leading her over)
on this one.  
LastIndexNext  
 
 
Roman Holiday
PART 5ANN
(still working on her buttons)
How terribly nice. JOE
Hey, hey: (bringing the pyjamas from the bed, presenting them to her)
these are pyjamas; they're to sleep in; you're to climb into them, you understand? ANN
(taking them)
Thank you. JOE
And you do your sleeping on the couch, see?--not on the bed, not on the chair: on the couch; is that clear? ANN
Do you know my favorite poem? JOE
Ah, you already recited that for me. (He goes to get some blankets from the bed.)ANN
(as he lays them out on the ottoman)
Aritheuso* rose from a couch of snows in the Aquasaromian* Mountains. Keats. JOE
Shelley. ANN
Keats! JOE
If you just keep your mind off the poetry and on the pyjamas, everything'll be alright; see? ANN
It's Keats. JOE
I'll be-- it's Shelley. I'll be back in about ten minutes. ANN
(to her back as he goes to the door)
Keats. (She shakes her head, looking at the pyjamas slightly confused. Thinking better of it, Joe takes the bottle and places it on top of the tall cupboard on the other side of the door. He opens the door and goes through. Ann turns to face him)
You have my permission to (her skirt slides down)
withdraw. JOE
(stopping in the doorway)
Thank you very much. (He goes out; Ann resumes her task of getting undressed.)(At the Embassy. The Ambassador is sat at a table, the Countess in a chair in front and the General standing next to her. All are in their bedclothes. A man marches to the desk.)AMBASSADOR
Well? SERVANT
No trace, Your Excellency. AMBASSADOR
Have you searched the grounds? SERVANT
Every inch, Sir, from the attics to the cellar. AMBASSADOR
I must put you on your honor not to speak of this to anyone. I must remind you that the Princess is the direct heir to the throne. This must be classified as top-crisis secret. Have I your pledge? SERVANT
Yes, Sir. AMBASSADOR
Very well. (The man turns and marches out. He turns to the other two.)
Now we must notify Their Majesties.
(The General looks up at him, worried; the Countess looks up at the General, standing, and turning to the Ambassador who looks at them, waiting for an affirmation. Receiving none, he stands up himself and walks from behind the desk.)(Joe arrives back at his apartment building, closes the outside door, and walks up the stairwell. He unlocks the front door and walks in.)JOE
(about to say something)
A--. (Disappointed on seeing her asleep in his bed)
Oh...
(Looking at her, he slams the door shut, hard, but she doesn't move a muscle. He goes over to the other side of the bed and moves the table out of the way, making room. Then brings the ottoman over and places it next to her. He takes off his jacket, puts it down and loosens his tie. Then he grabs the undersheet beneath her and then, calculating, lifts it up quickly, throwing her from the bed and onto the ottoman. She stirs slightly after the disturbance, resuming her comfortable position.)ANN
(muttering)
So happy. JOE
The pleasure's mine. (He puts the pillow on the other end of the bed, muttering as he goes to get undressed)
Ah, screwball.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(The newspapers are turning out reports. A machine types out the following bulletin: "A SPECIAL EMBASSY BULLETIN REPORTS THE SUDDEN ILLNESS OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS ANN.")(Daytime. A clock in the city strikes 12 noon. Waken by the clock, Joe stirs in his bed. As the clock continues to ring he rises in bed, looking out the window as the sunlight streams in. He grabs an alarm clock, looking at the time, and shaking it.)JOE
Holy smoke, the Princess interview--
(Ann stirs, half-asleep, with a questioning "hmmm?")
eleven forty-five. (Ann makes annoyed noises as she buries herself back into the pillow)
Oh, shut up.
(Joe jumps up, pulling the curtain back to see outside. He rushes to the wardrobe but stops, going through his clothes laid over the chair, retrieving a piece of paper. He puts it back as goes back to the wardrobe to get his clothes.)(Outside the window of an American News Service office. Mr. Hennessy comes to the window, looking down onto the street several stories down to see Joe getting out of a taxi, hurriedly paying the driver. He then sits at his desk, looking through the morning papers. The headline of the Rome American article, accompanied by a picture of the Princess, reads: "Princess Ann Taken Ill: Press Interview Cancelled". Another paper, in Italian, has an article, also with a picture of the Princess.)
(Joe arrives in the newsroom, reaching for a phone on a desk.)NEWSMAN
Hi, Joe. SECRETARY
Good morning, Joe. JOE
Hello, honey. (He goes over to the secretary, borrowing a drink of her coffee as she holds it.)SECRETARY
Mr. Hennessy has been looking for you. JOE
Uh-oh. (He takes some bread from her desk, ripping off a piece and giving it to her, keeping the rest)
Thanks a lot, hon. (He knocks on the door behind the secretary.)HENNESSY
(from inside, angrily)
Come in.
(Joe braces himself, exchanging a worried glance with the secretary, and then marches confidently into the office.)JOE
(taking a mouthful as he shuts the door behind him; walking to Hennessy's desk)
You've been looking for me? HENNESSY
Just coming to work? JOE
(innocently)
Who, me? HENNESSY
We start our days at eight-thirty in this office; we pick up our assignments--. JOE
I picked up mine last night. HENNESSY
What assignment was that? JOE
The Princess, eleven forty-five. HENNESSY
(mouth open)
You've already been to the interview? JOE
Well, sure; I just got back. (Taking another mouthful.)HENNESSY
Well, well, well; all my apologies. JOE
(turning to leave)
'S alright. HENNESSY
(stopping him)
Er, this is very interesting. JOE
(trying to get away again)
Nah, just routine. HENNESSY
Tell me, tell me: did she answer all the questions on the list? JOE
Well, of course she did. (Rummaging through his pockets)
I've got 'em right here, somewhere. HENNESSY
Er, don't disturb yourself; I have a copy here. (Looking at the piece of paper)
How did Her Highness react to the idea of a European Federation? JOE
She thought it was just fine. HENNESSY
She did? JOE
(seeing the need to flesh it out, leaning against the desk in thought)
Well, she thought that there'd be...two effects.  
LastIndexNext  
 
   
 
 
Roman Holiday
PART 6HENNESSY
Two. JOE
The er, direct and the...indirect. HENNESSY
Oh, remarkable. JOE
Naturally she thought that the indirect would not be as...direct...as the direct. That is, not right away. Later on, of course, well, nobody knows. HENNESSY
Well, well, well; that was a shrewd observation! They fool you you know, these royal kids; they've got a lot more on the ball than we suspect. (Looking at the paper again)
How did she feel about the future friendship of nations? JOE
Youth. HENNESSY
Yep? JOE
She felt that, er (nervously walking around the desk, sitting on the corner,)
the youth of the world must lead the way to a better.. (he nervously slides a piece of Hennessy's desk equipment a few inches)
world. HENNESSY
Hmm-hmm, (sliding it back)
original. Er, by the way, what was she wearing? JOE
(he pauses blankly)
Oh, you mean what did she have on? HENNESSY
(chuckling)
Well, that's usually what it means. (Joe nervously adjusts his collar, getting up off the desk again)
Er, what's the matter, is it a little warm in here for you? JOE
(walking back to the front of the desk)
No, no, I just hurried over here. HENNESSY
Oh, naturally, with a story of these dimensions. Did you say she was wearing gray? JOE
No, I didn't say that. HENNESSY
Well, she usually wears gray. JOE
Oh well, er, it was a...kind of a gray. HENNESSY
Oh, I think I know the dress you mean; it has a gold collar--. JOE
That's the one, that's the one (HENNESSY smiling, sitting back in agreement That's it.) Yeah, I didn't know exactly how to describe it but that's it, yeah. HENNESSY
I think you described it very well. (His expression changes as he sits forward, standing up dramatically)
--In view of the fact that Her Highness was taken violently ill at three o'clock this morning, put to bed with a high fever, and has had all her appointments for today cancelled in toto! JOE
(helplessly)
In toto? HENNESSY
Yes, Mr. Bradley: in toto. JOE
(swallows audibly)
Certainly pretty hard to swallow. HENNESSY
In view of the fact that you just left her, of course. But here it is, Mr. Bradley (picking up a paper:)
all over the front page of every newspaper in Rome! (he hands him the paper.)JOE
Alright, alright; I overslept. It can happen to anybody! HENNESSY
If you ever get up early enough to read a morning paper you might discover little news events (pointing to the article in the paper)
--little items of general interest (Joe looks at the paper and stares at the picture of the Princess--the same woman as in his apartment but in a regal gown, necklace and tiara)
that might prevent you in the future from getting immersed in such a gold-plated, triple-decked, star-spangled lies as you have just told me! (As Joe continues to stare at the picture, open-mouthed)
If I was you, I would try some other line of business--like mattress testing. JOE
Is this the Princess? HENNESSY
Yes, Mr. Bradley, (pointing to the picture)
that is the Princess. It isn't Annie Oakley, Dorothy Lamour, or Madame Chiang Kai-Shek. Take a good look at her (Joe closes his eyes in disbelief:)
you might be interviewing her again some day! JOE
(looking at Mr. Hennessy)
Am I fired? HENNESSY
No, you're not fired. When I wanna fire you you won't have to ask! (Joe looks back and forth and walks straight out of the office, carrying the paper)
--you'll know you're fired! (Joe walks to the other end of the newsroom, stopping. Shaking his head, seeing that Joe has left the office)
The man's mad.
(Joe opens the other door, closing it carefully behind him and dials the wall-phone in the small foyer. Someone comes in from the front door and Joe watches him nervously until the man goes into the office.)(An old man, Giovanni, sits down at the desk in his caretaker's room, picking up the phone. He greets Joe in Italian.)JOE
Giovanni, it's Joe Bradley. Now, listen carefully: I want you to hurry up to my place and see if there's somebody there...asleep. GIOVANNI
(amused)
A-ha! Say, Mr. Joe: I look; (some Italian)
you wait. (Some Italian.)
(He walks to the door as Joe looks back and forth, impatiently. A few moments later Giovanni walks back to his desk, smiling. He sits down)
Mr. Joe? JOE
(almost shouting)
Yeah! (Repeating, quietly)
Er, yeah, yeah, yeah, tell me, tell me! GIOVANNI
Bellisimo. JOE
(he looks up, very relieved)
Giovanni: I love you. Now, listen... GIOVANNI
Yes, Mr. Joe. A gun? No! JOE
Yes, a gun, a knife--anything! But nobody goes in and nobody goes out! Capito? GIOVANNI
Ok. (He hangs up, getting up to obey Joe's instructions.)
(Joe Bradley, stealing another look at the paper, puts it in his pocket and walks back into the newsroom on his way to Mr. Hennessy's office. The secretary looks up, puzzled, and Joe gestures to her, reassuringly. He strides back into Mr. Hennessy's office.)HENNESSY
You still here? JOE
(walking over he leans on the side of his desk)
How much would a real interview with this dame be worth? HENNESSY
Are you referring to Her Highness? JOE
I'm not referring to Annie (& HENNESSY repeating his words, overtaking him Oakley, Dorothy Lamour, or Madame....)--How much? HENNESSY
What do you care? you've got about as much chance of getting--. JOE
I know, but if I did, how much would it be worth? HENNESSY
Oh, just a plain talk about world conditions, it might be worth two hundred and fifty. Her views on clothes of course would be worth a lot more--maybe a thousand. JOE
Dollars? HENNESSY
Dollars. JOE
I'm talking about her views on everything: (dramatically, walking over to the front of Hennessy's desk)
'The Private and Secret Longings (pointing to the layout of an imagined heading in the air)
of a Princess'; her innermost thoughts as revealed to your own correspondent in a (leaning over Mr. Hennessy's desk, closer and closer)
private, personal, exclusive (in a loud whisper)
interview. (Hennessy looks at him open-mouthed, in a kind of daze)
Can't use it, huh? I didn't think you'd like it. (Joe walks to the door, opening it and slamming it shut, waking Mr. Hennessy from his daze.)HENNESSY
(shaking his head, as if waking; firmly)
Come here! (Joe, satisfied, walks back over)
Love angle too, I suppose? JOE
Practically all love angle. HENNESSY
With pictures. JOE
(pausing, thinking)
Could be. How much? HENNESSY
That particular story would be worth five grand to any news service. But, er, tell me Mr. Bradley--if you are sober--just how are you going to obtain this fantastic interview? JOE
(confidentially)
I plan to enter her sick room disguised as a thermometer. You said five grand? I want you to (presents his hand)
shake on that. (Hennessy shakes his hand.)HENNESSY
(as Joe rushes off to the door impatiently, stopping him)
Ah, you realise, of course, Her Highness is in bed today and leaves for Athens tomorrow. JOE
Yep.  
LastIndexNext  
 
   
 
 
Roman Holiday
PART 7
HENNESSY
Ah, now I'd like to make a little side-bet with you: five hundred says you don't come up with the story. (Joe takes out the paper, unfolding it and taking a good look at the front page again)
What are you lookin' at that for? JOE
Oh, I just wanna see what time it is. HENNESSY
Huh? JOE
Er, what day it is, er--
(puts the paper away)
It's a deal! HENNESSY
Now I'd (offering his hand)
(you)
to shake. (Joe pauses then shakes. Hennessy laughs and Joe smiles with him)
Now, let's see, you're into me for about five hundred; when you lose this bet you'll owe me a thousand. (Laughing)
Why, you poor sucker, I'll practically own you! JOE
You have practically owned me for a couple of years now, but that's all over. (As Hennessy continues laughing, leaning on the desk)
I'm gonna win that money and with it I'm gonna buy me a
(one way ticket)
back to
(New York!)HENNESSY
Go on, go on--I'll love to hear you whine! JOE
And when I'm in a real newsroom I'll enjoy thinking about you, sitting here with an empty leash in your hands and nobody to twitch for you! HENNESSY
(stopping Joe, who stops in the doorway to face him)
So long, (raises his right hand, his finger and thumb in an 'O')
Peachy. (Joe leaves.)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Outside Joe's apartment. Giovanni paces outside the door, a gun strapped to him, copying the actions of a sentry. A crowd of children sitting on the stairwell make fun of him. He goes after them, telling them off and they back away, shouting and laughing. As the children sit back down on the stairs Joe enters the open door leading outside and walks up the stairs, carefully avoiding the children, playfully batting one of them on the head with his newspaper.)GIOVANNI
(as Joe arrives at the top)
What's your problem? JOE
Everything ok, Giovanni? GIOVANNI
(reassuring him, proudly)
Listen here, Joe: er, nobody is come, nobody is go; absolutely nobody. JOE
Swell! thanks a lot. (He is about to go into his apartment but stops, turning to Giovanni)
Oh er, Giovanni, er... (Putting his arm round him, leading him to the side)
How would you like to make some money? GIOVANNI
Money? JOE
Yeah. (Giovanni responds in agreement in Italian.)
That's the stuff. Now look, I've got a sure thing: double your money back in two days. GIOVANNI
(suspiciously)
Double my money? JOE
Yeah well, I need a little investment capital to swing the deal. Now, if you'll just lend me a little cash, I--. GIOVANNI
(says some Italian.)
You owing me tomorrow's rent (JOE I know, I know, I know.) and you want me to lend you money? (JOE Yeah.) (Emphatically)
No, (Some Italian)
no! JOE
(pointing his paper at him)
Tomorrow, you'll be sorry! (Joe goes through his front door, seeing Princess Ann still asleep in his bed. He shuts the door quietly, fastening the chain across, also. Joe stands looking at her for a moment then moves round to the other side of the bed--the side she is facing lying down. He stands above her, looking at her face then looking again at the newspaper picture to compare them. He sits down beside her and moves a lock of her out of the way to get a better view of her face. He holds the picture up beside her but her hand still partially covers her face. He tickles her hand and she moves it restlessly. He leans closer to her:)JOE
(quietly)
Your Highness? (She stirs with a "Mmmm-mmmmm".)
Your
(Royal)
Highness? ANN
(turning to her other side, sighing)
Yes... what is it?
(Joe sits up in delight, the fact of her identity passing through his mind. He stands up, excitedly putting the newspaper back in his pocket, and walks around the bed. Seeing the alarm clock on the cupboard missing he picks it up from the bed and replaces it. He replaces the pillow in its proper place, smoothing out the sheets then walks back around to Princess Ann. He carefully picks up her left arm, putting it around his neck, then slides his arms under her head and legs and carries her--blankets included--around to the other side of the bed. He is about to put her down but sees that she is holding her the wrong way. All of a sudden he hears police sirens sound outside and stops for a moment, then, still holding her, picks up the pillow with one hand and puts it at the other end of the bed, laying her down gently. She continues sleeping as he goes over to the window and looks down at the street at some police cars coming into view around a corner. Looking back anxiously at the Princess he goes back in.)ANN
(stirring slightly)
Dear Doctor Bonnachoven. JOE
(not sure what to do)
Hmm? (Playing along, not wanting to disturb her)
Oh, oh, sure, yes. Well, er...er, you're fine; much better. Is there anything you want? ANN
Hmm? So many things. JOE
Yes? well tell the doctor (ANN So many--). Tell the good doctor everything. ANN
(without opening her eyes, stirring in the bed, spreading her arm)
Mmmmm, I dreamt and I dreamt... JOE
Yes? Well, er, what did you dream? (Holding her wrist as a doctor might.)ANN
I dreamt I was asleep on the street and... young man came and he was tall and strong and--
(screwing her face up)
he was so mean to me. JOE
He was? (He lets her arm down.)ANN
Mmmm. (Blissfully; putting her arm over her eyes)
It was wonderful.
(She opens her arms, stretching a little. Lying face-up, not quite awake yet, she looks at the ceiling, seeing the plumbing visible in the corner--quite different to the ornamentation of the Embassy bedchamber. Then she looks at Joe standing over her. She closes her eyes, smiling, then opens them again, her expression becoming severe as she stares at him.)JOE
(cheerfully)
Good morning. ANN
(she starts; in a low, worried tone)
Where's Doctor Bonnachoven? JOE
(unbothered)
Er, I'm afraid I don't know anybody by that name. ANN
(puzzled)
Wasn't I talking to him just now? JOE
'Fraid not. ANN
(suddenly frightened; feeling herself beneath the sheets)
Have- have I had an accident? JOE
No. ANN
(reassured)
Quite safe for me to sit up, huh? JOE
Yeah, (bending down to her)
perfect (he lifts her pillow back and helps her sit up, leaning against it. She looks at him all the while, not fully trusting of him.)
(Joe leans against the cupboard at the foot of the bed.)ANN
Thank you (he smiles back. She looks down at her pyjamas then to Joe)
Are these yours?
(He nods. Ann, suddenly panicked, feels under the sheets for her pyjama bottoms.)JOE
Er, did- did you lose something? ANN
(smiling, relieved)
No. No. (Politely, suppressing her anxiety)
W-would you be so kind as tell me w-where I am? JOE
Well, this is what is laughingly known as my apartment. ANN
(concerned; rising suddenly)
Did you bring me here by force? JOE
No, no, no... (smiling)
quite the contrary. ANN
Have I been here all night...alone? JOE
(smiling)
If you don't count me, yes. ANN
(seriously)
So I've spent the night here--with you. JOE
(hurrying to reassure her)
Oh, well, now, I- I don't know if I'd use those words exactly, but er, from a certain angle, yes.
(Ann looks down, thinking. After a moment, reassured that everything is alright afterall, laughs.)
   
LastIndexNext