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Roman Holiday
PART 8ANN
(presenting her hand)
How do you do? JOE
(shaking her hand)
How do you do? ANN
And you are? JOE
Bradley, Joe Bradley. ANN
Delighted. JOE
You don't know how delighted I am to meet you. ANN
(gesturing to the chair to her left)
You may sit down. JOE
Well, thank you very much (he sits down on the bed instead; she pulls back her legs, looking back at him like a frightened gazelle.)
What's your name? ANN
(she pauses, stalling)
Er...you may call me Anya. JOE
Thank you, Anya. (Cheerfully; rising to go to the table)
Would you like a cup of coffee? ANN
What time is it? JOE
Oh, about one thirty. ANN
(panicked)
One thirty! (Jumping out of bed towards the door)
I must get dressed and go! (remembering, she grabs the blankets to cover herself.)JOE
(casually; continuing to prepare the coffee)
Why? what's your hurry?--there's lots of time. ANN
Oh no, there isn't and I've- I've been quite enough trouble to you as it is. JOE
Trouble? (Smiling)
You're not what I'd call trouble. ANN
(pleased)
I'm not? JOE
(going to the bathroom door)
I'll run a bath for you. (As he goes in to turn on the taps on the bath, Ann picks up her clothes from the floor near the bathroom door, holding them to her chest. After laying a towel out on the floor next to the bath he comes back out, gesturing with his arm to her to go in)
There you are.
(Ann walks to the bathroom, keeping him in front of herself, turning round to go through the door, then quickly turning around so as to be able to see him as she shuts the door behind her.)
(As soon as the door shuts, Joe goes over to the door and in trying to open it gently, forgets the chain and causes a noise. He undoes the chain and goes out and down the steps.)(Joe goes into a workshop full of people working on sculptures. He asks one of the men, in Italian, if he can use the phone. Joe thanks him then dials. As he waits for the phone to be answered Joe takes out the paper to look at the picture again.)
(The phone rings in Irving Radovich's studio. He is lying on his back holding a camera, next to a tub filled with water which produces a ripple effect on the ceiling. On his leg is attached a piece of string which runs up to a fishing rod, held by a model who sits on the upper level of the studio, her legs sticking out through the balcony.)IRVING
(aiming his camera)
Here we go now. (He takes the picture)
There you are; that does it. (Pulling himself off his back)
Oh. (To the model, trying to put his leg down to untie the string as she playfully pulls at the rod)
Gimme a little slack, will ya? (He answers the phone)
Pronto? JOE
(impatiently)
Irving! why won't you answer the phone? (Calmer)
Look, this is Joe. Irving: can you get over here in about five minutes? IRVING
(sitting back; the model dangles the line around his head)
Oh no, I can't come now, Joe; I'm busy. Oh no--
(playfully biting at the end of the line)
Joe: I'm up to my ears in work. (To the model; covering the mouthpiece of the phone)
Go on, get into your next outfit, will you, Honey?--the canoe. What kind of a scoop, Joe? JOE
Look, Irving, I can't talk over the telephone; one word in the wrong quarter and this whole thing might blow sky-high. It's front page stuff, that's all I can tell you. It might be political ro it might be a sensational scandal--I'm not sure which, but it's a big story and it's got to have pictures! IRVING
But I can't come now, Joe; I'm busy. (Looking up where the model is, in a lower tone to the phone)
I'm busy now and I'm meeting Francesca at Rocca's in a half an hour and--. (A charwoman enters Joe's apartment, carrying a bucket and mop. She puts them down inside and closes the door, muttering a disdainful "Ah!" at the sight of the bed in a mess. She walks to the window and opens the curtains. Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom she rushes over and opens the door, revealing Ann just getting out of the bath, covered in a towel. She emits a scream of surprise at the intrusion, pulling the towel up, as the charwoman stands in the doorway, hands on hips. Ann tries to excuse herself in Italian, shutting the door, but the charwoman will have none of it and orders her outside, waving her finger at Ann and strongly reprimanding her in Italian.)CHARWOMAN
Capito? ANN
No capito--don't understand. CHARWOMAN
Don't understand? (Ann runs back to the bathroom and the charwoman mutters more Italian after her.)(Joe runs up the stairwell and goes into his apartment. Looking around, he doesn't see Ann--only his empty apartment tidied and the bed made. He realises the balcony door is open and goes out into the sun, finding Princess Ann looking out over the city.)JOE
There you are! (She turns to meet him.)ANN
I was looking at all the people out here. (Smiling, looking around the buildings)
It must be fun to live in a place like this. JOE
Yeah, it has its moments. I can give you a running commentary on each apartment. ANN
(she turns to him, seriously)
I must go. JOE
Hmm? ANN
I only waited to say goodbye. JOE
Goodbye?--But we've only just met. How about some breakfast? ANN
I'm sorry, I haven't time. JOE
Must be a pretty important date to run off without eating. ANN
It is. JOE
(walking her back to the apartment)
Well, I'll go along with you, wherever you are going. ANN
That's alright, thank you; I can find the place. (They walk back inside)
Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed. JOE
Oh, that's alright; think nothing of it. ANN
It was very considerate of you--
(motioning to the ottoman)
you must have been awfully uncomfortable on that couch. JOE
No, no--do it all the time. (She smiles as he turns to open the door.)ANN
(as she goes out she turns to shake his hand)
Goodbye, Mr. Bradley. JOE
(shaking her hand)
Goodbye. (Seeing her unsure about which way to go he points to the way out)
Oh: go right through there and down all the steps.
(She walks down the stairs and he goes back inside and shuts the door, walking out to the balcony again. Ann goes through the outside door, watched from above by Joe as she walks away. He runs back inside and out his front door.)
(Part-way down the outside steps, Ann stops and turns to run back up. Joe, running to follow her almost runs into her.)JOE
(laughing as they stop on the steps)
Well, small world. ANN
Yes- I- I almost forgot: can you lend me some money? JOE
(as Giovanni appears in the window of the building overlooking the steps, opposite them)
Oh, yeah; that's right, you didn't have any last night did you? ANN
Mmm. JOE
(as he reaches for his money he sees Giovanni watching)
How much--
(looking back up at Giovanni, uncomfortably)
how much was it that you wanted? ANN
Well, I don't know how much I need. How much have you got? JOE
Well, er (looks quickly up at Giovanni,)
suppose we just split this fifty-fifty: here's a thousand lira. ANN
A thousand?! Can you really spare all that? JOE
It's about a dollar and a half. ANN
Oh... Well, I- I'll arrange for it to be sent back to you. What is your address? JOE
Er, Villa Marguta, fifty-one. ANN
Villa Marguta, fifty-one. (Smiling)
Joe Bradley. Goodbye; thank you. (She walks down the steps.)
(Joe watches her from the top of the steps, exchanging glances with Giovanni. As Ann reaches the bottom he heads down after her, watched by Giovanni.)
   
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Roman Holiday
PART 9GIOVANNI
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? (Repeating to himself, after Joe has walked past)
Eh, tomorrow.
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(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.)(Inside the hair salon Ann sits on one of the seats in front of the large mirror, holding up her long hair as the hairdresser (Mario Delani) fastens the cover around her.)MARIO DELANI
(speaking rather hesitant English)
What a wonderful er, hair you have. (He asks her something in Italian.)ANN
Just cut, thank you. MARIO DELANI
Just cut? (Takes the scissors from his hair)
Well then, cut, er, so? (he holds the hair at a certain length.)ANN
Higher. MARIO DELANI
Higher? (He holds the hair further up)
Here? ANN
More. MARIO DELANI
Here? ANN
Even more. MARIO DELANI
(impatiently)
Where? ANN
(she holds her hair at the shoulders)
There. MARIO DELANI
There. (Snapping his scissors nervously)
Are you sure, Miss? ANN
(emphatically)
I'm quite sure, thank you. MARIO DELANI
(he turns he round in the chair, taking her hair in his hand)
All off? ANN
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.)MARIO DELANI
(pulling apart her hair to see her)
Are you sure? ANN
(impatiently)
Yes. MARIO DELANI
(dropping her hair back over her face)
Yes. (As he cuts her locks off, working his way round)
Off! off; off.. (wipes his forehead with his arm.)
(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.)MARIO DELANI
Off! (He stands to the side of her as they both study the end result as Ann moves her head slightly from side to side. She looks down at something but, engrossed in her, the hairdresser jerks her head back to the centre to get a better view.)
(Outside, Joe sees a group of American schoolgirls, playing and talking around the fountain. He approaches one who carries a camera.)JOE
(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? (He tries to coax it off her but the strap is around her neck.)SCHOOLGIRL 1
(calling out; putting her hand up)
Miss Weber! JOE
I'll give it back... just for a couple of minutes. SCHOOLGIRL 2
(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.)MARIO DELANI
You musician, maybe? You artist, aha? Painter...? I know: you model! (She smiles, flattered)
Model, hah? ANN
Thank you. MARIO DELANI
(says some Italian)
Finito. It's perfect. ANN
Oh. MARIO DELANI
(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? ANN
(turning her head to the side, playing with the ends)
Yes, it's, it's just what I wanted. MARIO DELANI
Grazzi. (As she looks in the mirror)
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.. (his English vocab runs out)
very. Please, you come? ANN
I wish I could. MARIO DELANI
(disappointed)
Oh. (As Ann gets up, taking out her money)
But, but, your friend: I think they not recognise you. ANN
No, I don't think they will! (She gives him the money.)MARIO DELANI
Oh, thank you very much. ANN
Thank you. MARIO DELANI
(as she leaves he rushes out the door after her)
Ah, er, senorina. (Standing in the doorway as she turns to him)
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! ANN
(she smiles, surprised and flattered)
Thank you. Goodbye. MARIO DELANI
(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.)ANN
Er, (unsure of the word)
Gelato? ICECREAM SELLER
(nodding)
Gelato. (He bends down to scoop up her icecream, all of this watched by Joe from the opposite side of the street.)ANN
(taking her icecream)
Thank you. (She pays him the money.)ICECREAM SELLER
(calling after her)
Senorina. (Hands her her change, speaking some Italian.)ANN
Oh! grazzi.
(She walks away, licking her icecream. A flower seller catches her attention as she walks past.)FLOWER MAN
(speaks some Italilan, presenting her with some flowers)
It is (some Italian)
beautiful lady. (Speaks in Italian, eagerly trying to make the sell, handing her the flowers. She shakes his hand in thanks but he waves his hand, speaking more Italian.)
..five thousand lira!
   
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Roman Holiday
PART 10ANN
(trying to hand them back)
No money. FLOWER MAN
No? ANN
No. (He replies further, in Italian.)
I'm sorry, I've really no money. FLOWER MAN
(Some Italian,)
if you no, eh? (Some Italian.)ANN
Look (she reaches for her money, showing it to him. Reluctantly, he takes the flowers back)
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.)ANN
(thanking him)
Grazzi, grazzi. (She walks away.)
(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.)JOE
Weeell, it's you! ANN
(looking up at him, smiling)
Yes, Mr. Bradley! JOE
(looking at her hair)
Or is it? ANN
Do you like it? JOE
(Sitting down beside her)
Yeah... very much. So that was your mysterious appointment? ANN
Mr. Bradley: I have a confession to make. JOE
Confession? ANN
Yes, I... ran away last night, from school. JOE
Oh, what was the matter: trouble with the teacher? ANN
No, nothing like that. JOE
Well, you don't just run away from school for nothing. ANN
Well, it were only meant to be for an hour or two. They gave me something last night to make me sleep. JOE
(he smiles, realising)
Oh, I see. ANN
(looking down at the street she finishes her icecream, rubbing her hands clean)
Now I'd better get a taxi and go back. JOE
Well, look: before you do, why don't you take a little time for yourself? ANN
(shaking her head, unsure)
It may be another hour. JOE
(enthusiastically)
Live dangerously: take the whole day! ANN
I could do some of the things I've always wanted to. JOE
Like what? ANN
Oh, you can't imagine... I'd, I'd like to do
(just)
whatever I'd like, the whole day long! (She laughs.)JOE
You mean, things like having your hair cut? Eating gelato? ANN
Yes, and I'd, (looking down to the street)
I'd like to sit at a sidewalk cafe; and look in shop windows; walk in the rain! (Joe looks at the blue sky doubtfully)
Have fun, and maybe some excitement. It doesn't seem much to you, does it? JOE
It's great. Tell you what: why don't we do all those things--together. ANN
But don't you have to work? JOE
Work? (Standing up)
No! Today's gonna be a holiday. ANN
(playfully)
But you'll want to do a lot of silly things. JOE
(taking her hand)
Don't I? First wish: one sidewalk cafe, coming right up--I know just the place: (he gently pulls her up, setting off down the steps)
Rocca's.
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(Joe and Ann sit at a table at Rocca's, watching the traffic go past. Joe sits watching as she eats a bread roll.)JOE
What'll the people at school say when they see your new haircut? ANN
(laughing)
They'll have a fit. What would they say if they knew I'd spent the night in your room? JOE
(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. ANN
(smiling)
It's a pact. JOE
Now, what would you like to drink? ANN
(casually)
Champagne, please. JOE
(pausing, slightly taken aback at her extravagance; to the waiter walking past)
Er, commerierie*, er... WAITER
(bending down, inbetween Joe and Ann)
[Italian], senor? JOE
Champagne. (He says something in Italian.)
Well, er, champagne (Italian)
for the senorina and er, cold coffee for me. (The waiter acknowledges in Italian, bows then leaves.)JOE
Must be quite a life you have in that school--champagne for lunch. ANN
Only on special occasions. JOE
For instance? ANN
The last was my father's anniversary. JOE
Wedding? ANN
No, it was.. (hesitating)
the fortieth anniversary of umm...the day he got his job. JOE
Forty years on the job; what do you know about that... (Probing her further)
What does he do? ANN
(thinking, cautiously)
Well...mostly you might call it...public relations. JOE
Oh, well, that's hard work. ANN
Yes, I wouldn't care for it. JOE
Does he? ANN
I've...heard him complain about it. JOE
Why doesn't he quit? ANN
Well, people in that line of work almost never do quit--unless it's actually unhealthy for them to continue. JOE
(as the waiter delivers the drinks)
Uh-huh. Well, here's to his health then. ANN
(the waiter places a straw by her wine glass)
You know: that's what everybody says. JOE
(after they drink)
It's alright? ANN
(sitting back in her chair, relaxing, playing with the straw)
Yes, thank you. What is your work? JOE
(now he stammers nervously)
Oh, I'm er, in the selling game. ANN
Really? how interesting. JOE
Uh-huh. ANN
What do you sell? JOE
(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. (Ann is somewhat unconvinced then, putting the straw in her mouth, blows the wrapper off. Joe looks up as it flies over the table. He smiles at Ann who laughs, very pleased with herself, holding the wrapper in her mouth. Joe looks up, brightly; standing up, shaking his hand as irving comes over.)
Irving! Well, am I glad to see you. IRVING
(jokingly)
Why, did you forget your wallet? JOE
(without laughing)
Er, pull up a chair, Irving; sit down with us here. IRVING
Aren't you gonna introduce me? JOE
Er, yes, this is a very good friend of mine, Irving Radovich; (she presents her hand; they shake)
Anya: Irving. IRVING
(still holding her hand)
Anya...? ANN
Smith. IRVING
(playfully; pulling up a chair from the next table to use)
Oh, hiya Smithy. ANN
(politely)
Charmed (she looks at Joe a little nervously as he puts the chair down next to her; Irving nods to Joe, impressed at her manner.) 
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Roman Holiday
PART 11IRVING
(sitting down)
Hey, er, anybody tell you you're a dead ringer for--
(Joe kicks him in the shin under the table. In pain)
Oh! (Confidentially, Joe points a finger at Ann. Confused, Irving stands up)
Well er, I guess I'll be going. JOE
Oh, don't do a thing like that, Irving. Sit down; (pacifying him)
join us, join us, join us. IRVING
(not sure)
Well er, just till Fransesca gets here. ANN
Tell me, Mr. er, er, Radovich: er, what is a ringer? JOE
(IRVING to the waiter Oh, er, waiter.) It's an (IRVING Whiskey, please.) American term and er, (IRVING Yeah.) and it means er, anybody who has a great deal of charm. (Irving's look turns to puzzlement, responding with a questioning Hmm?.)ANN
Oh. (Politely; interjecting before Irving can ask Joe what he's talking about)
Thank you. IRVING
You're welcome. (Irving is about to probe Joe again when two women walk past--one puts a hand on his shoulder and the other runs her hand through his hair as they walk past. They greet him with a "Ciao"..)IRVING
(smiling back at them)
Er, ciao. ANN
Er, M--. IRVING
(to Ann)
Cousins. ANN
Mr. Bradley's just been telling me all about his work. IRVING
Mmm, I'd like to have heard that. ANN
What do you do? IRVING
I'm the same rank as (Joe starts coughing, holding his glass closer to Irving)
Joe only I'm a photo--
(Joe spills his glass over Irving. He stands up angry as Ann tries to dry him with a napkin.)JOE
I'm awfully sorry, Irving! IRVING
(barely keeping his manners)
W-w-wha-? What are you--? JOE
I'm sorry, Irving. IRVING
(to Joe)
Look, I can take a hint! (Bowing, smiling, presenting his hand to Ann)
I'll see you around. ANN
Oh, but your drink's just here; please sit down. JOE
Yes, here's your drink right now, Irving; take it easy (Irving looks at Joe, unsure about trusting him.)
I'm sorry about that. Sit down, that's a good fellow (the waiter puts down Irving's drink and leaves)
(Something*). IRVING
(sitting down)
You're t--
(sitting down; stopping to wipe the chair dry)
You're twisting my arm, you know. JOE
(trying to communicate to Irving what can't say aloud)
Just- just be a little more careful not to spill... IRVING
Spill?! Who's been doin' the spilling? JOE
You. IRVING
Me?! JOE
(with a half-laugh)
Yeah. IRVING
(to Ann)
Where did you find this looney? (Smiling at her, remembering his manners, holding his glass up to toast)
You're ok; here's to you, huh? Here's hopin' for the best. (Pausing, looking between Ann and Joe)
If it, if it wasn't for that hair, I- I- I'd swear that--
(Joe kicks his chair back and Irving falls to the ground. Ann screams in shock. Two men help him up, muttering words in Italian.)IRVING
(as they pull him up)
Thanks. JOE
(as him and Ann rush over to help)
You slipped, Irving. Slipped?--you almost hurt yourself that time! IRVING
(losing control)
I slipped?! (
JOE
Yes.), I almost hurt myself?! Joe, I didn't slip! JOE
(leading him away from Ann, pretending to examine his neck)
...got a bad sprain there. IRVING
(pushing his arms of him)
Never mind I got a bad sprain, Joe. JOE
(motioning to the cafe building)
You'd better go in here and get it fixed up. IRVING
(going with him willingly)
Well, yeah, I'd like to--. JOE
(back to Ann; walking to the door, his arm around Irving's shoulder as if he needs help)
Will you excuse us for a minute? ANN
(standing helpless)
Yes, of course; I- I'm so sorry.
(Joe leads him to the back of the cafe, holding him around the shoulders, as Irving continues to argue.)IRVING
Now wait, now wait; just a minute; let--; look, Joe, what are you tryin' to do? now take your hands off--! JOE
(reaching the back, in some privacy)
Have you got your letter? IRVING
What's that got to do with it? JOE
Have you got it? IRVING
Yeah! but what are you tryin' to do to me? JOE
(firmly, as Irving tries to pull his arm away)
Listen: what would you do for five grand? IRVING
(he ceases struggling)
Five grand? JOE
Yeah. (Pulling him down into a seat, reaching for a chair for himself, sitting down. Speaking in low tones)
Now, she doesn't know who I am or what I do. Look, Irving, this is my story; I dug it up, I gotta protect it! IRVING
She's really the--? JOE
(looking around anxiously)
Ssssh! (Quietly)
Your tin-types are gonna make this little epic twice as valuable. IRVING
(musing)
'The Princess Goes Slumming'. JOE
You're in for twenty-five percent of the take. IRVING
And it takes five G? JOE
Minimum--Henessey shook hands on it. IRVING
(counting in his head)
...seven, five; that's- that's fifteen hundred dollars! JOE
(sternly)
It's twelve-fifty. IRVING
Ok, now you shake. JOE
(shaking his hand as they stand up)
Ok, now, lend me thirty thousand. IRVING
Thirty th--? That's fifty bucks; you gonna buy the crown jewels? JOE
She's out there now drinking champagne that I can't pay for. We got to entertain her, don't we? IRVING
Joe: we can't go running around town with a... hot princess! JOE
Ssh, you want in on this deal or don't you? IRVING
(his gives him the money)
This I want back Saturday. JOE
Ok, now where's your lighter? (Irving pulls it out)
Let's go to work.
(Irving and Joe file out of the cafe and back out to the table where Ann sits drinking her champagne, observing the waiter who clears the table.)ANN
(hearing them come back out, exchanging smiles with Joe)
Better now? IRVING
Huh? ANN
(to Irving)
Your ear. IRVING
(as Joe sits; holding his ear)
My ear? Oh, yeah, er, Joe fixed it. (He sits; offering her a cigarette from a packet)
Er, would you care for a cigarette? ANN
Yes, please. (She takes one; smiling to Joe)
You won't believe this but it's my very first. JOE
(knowingly to Irving)
Your very first? ANN
Mm-hm. IRVING
(nodding to Joe)
Oh. JOE
No, er, smoking in school, hmm? IRVING
Your first cigarette.. (he flicks a switch on the lighter, turning a tiny wheel on the top. After a pause he switches the lighter on.)
There; gizmo works (he lights Ann's cigarette and she puffs.)JOE
Well, what's the verdict, er... ok? ANN
(she takes the cigarette out; smiling)
Nothing to it. IRVING
(laughing)
That's right: nothing to it. JOE
(to the waiter at the next table)
Er, commerierie, (he says something in Italian to the waiter, taking out some money.)IRVING
(moving his chair round slightly to be more in front of Ann)
Stretch my legs a little, here.  
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