You know the terrible thing, Fred, darling?
I am still Lula Mae... 14 years old, stealing turkey eggs
and running through a briar patch.
Except now I call it having the mean reds.
Well, it's still too early to go to Tiffany's.
I guess the next best thing is a drink.
Yes, I very much need a drink.
- Buyme one, Fred, darling? - Sure.
Only promise me one thing... Don't take me home until I'm drunk...
Until I'm very drunk, indeed.
Do you think she's talented? Deeply and importantly talented?
No. Amusingly and superficially talented, yes...
But deeply and importantly talented, no.
Gracious.
Do you think she's handsomely paid?
Oh, indeed.
Well, let me tell you something.
If I had her money, I'd be richer than she is.
- How do oyu figure that? - Because I keep the candy store.
Old Sally Tomato... That's my candy store.
I'd always keep Sally.
That's why I'd be richer than she is.
We'd better get a little more air.
Tom, Dick and Harry...
No. Correction.
Every Tom, Dick, and Sid... Harry was his friend.
Anyway, every Tom, Dick, and Sid sinks...
Thinks if he takes a girl to dinner,
she'll just curl up in a little furry ball at his feet, right?
I have by actual count been taken to dinner
by 26 different rats in the last 2 months.
27, if you count Benny Shacklett,
who's in many ways a super-rat.
- I forgot my key. - Nevermind. I just buzzed Yunioshi.
Do you want to know something funny?
In spite of the fact most of these rats fork up $50
for the powder room like little dolls...
I find I have $9 less in the bank account
than I had six months ago.
So, my darling Fred,
I have tonight made a very serious decision.
And what is that?
No longer will I play the field.
- Congratulations. - The field stinks...
both economically and socially,
and I'm giving it up.
This time I'm calling the police, the Fire Department
and New Yorks State Housing Comission,
and, if necessary, the Board of Health!
Quiet up there. You want to wake the whole house?
As Miss Golightly was saying
before she was so rudely interrupted.
Miss Golightly further announces her intention
to devote her not inconsiderable talents
to the inmediate capture,
for the purpose of matrimony, of Mr. Rutherford...
Rusty, to his friends, of whom, I'm sure he has many... Trawler.
- Who? - Rusty Trawler.
You met him at a party. He came with Mag Wildwood,
not the beautiful latin type,
the other one...the one that looks like a pig.
Remember?
The 9th richest man in America under 50?
Do I detect a look of disaproval? In your eye?
Tough beans, buddy, 'cause that's the way it's going to be.
Hi, cat.
- Holly, you're drunk. - True.
Absolutely true. True, but irrelevant.
What are you doing?
So I think we should have a drink,
to the new Mrs. Rusty Trawler... Me.
Hey, take it easy.
What's the matter? Don't you think I can do it?
Tell me, I'm interested. Don't you think I can?
You heard the Doc.
My brother gets out in february.
The Doc won't take him back. It's all up for me.
I don't know why you don't understand.
I need money, and I'll do whatever I have to do to get it.
So... This time next month,
I'll be the new Mrs. Rusty Trawler.
I think we should have a little drink to that.
It's all gone. Isn't that too bad?
Got any whiskey upstairs?
But you've had enough.
Go ahead. Get the whiskey.
I'll pay you for it.
Holly, please.
No, no, you disappove of me, and I do not accept drinks
from gentlemen who disapprove of me.
I'll pay for my own whiskey. Don't forget it.
Holly.
I do not accept drinks from disapproving gentlemen.
Specially not disapproving gentlemen
who are kept by other ladies. So take it.
You should be used to taking money from ladies by now.
I I were you, I'd be more careful with my money.
Rusty Trawler is too hard a way of earning it.
It should take you exactly 4 seconds
to cross from here to that door.
I'll give you two.
Hi. I wanted to talk about the other night,
then I saw the paper, and...
Well, actually, I'm kind of embarrased about it,
but since it oncerns you,
I thought I should talk about it in person.
- What? - what?
Oh. The earplugs.
I can't go through the whole thing again.
It's sufficient to say, I've come to make up.
As an added inducement, I have all kind of news.
- Can come on in? - I guess so.
Just a minute. Do I have a nightgown on?
No, I don't. Would you turn around for a second?
Never mind. That's corny anyway. I'll turn around myself.
Come in.
Have... you seen the paper?
Mmm. Rusty, you mean?
Yes. I know all about it.
Certainly had him... Pegged wrong, didn't it?
I thought he was just a rat,
but he was a super-rat all along.
A super-rat in rat's clothing.
You don't even know the best part.
Not only was a super-rat, he was also broke.
Broke! I mean, but not a farthing.
His family has money, of course, but he personally is broke.
It turns out he owes $700,000.
Can you imagine anyone owing $700000?
$43, yes.
Anyway, that's why he decided to
marry the queen of the pig people.
I'll tell you one thing, Fred, darling...
I'd marry you for your money in a minute.
- Would you marry me for my money? - In a minute.
I guess it's pretty lucky neither of us is rich, huh?
Yeah.
Oh, Fred, darling, I'm so glad to see you.
What have you been doing?
Writing, mostly.
Sold a story. Just got word this morning.
Oh, that's marvelous! It really is.
Only how does your decorator friend feel about it?
Aren't you supposed to be saving yourself?
You know something?
I haven't got around to telling her yet.
Look, why don't we go have a drink
or take a walk to celebrate?
All right. There's some champagne in the icebox.
- Why don't you open it while I get dressed? - OK
I don't think I've ever drunk champagne before breakfast before.
With breakfast on several occasions,
but never before before.
Well, I've got a wonderful idea.
We'll spend the day doing things we've never done before.
We'll take turns. First something you've never done, then me.
'course, I can't think of anything I've never done.
I've never been for a walk in the morning before.
Not in New York.
I've walked up 5th Avenue at 6:00, but I consider that still night.
- Do you think it counts? - Sure, it counts. Now we're even.
- Don't you just love it? - Love what?
Tiffany's.
Isn't it wonderful?
See what I mean, how nothing bad could happen to you in a place like this?
It isn't that I give a hoot about jewelry, except diamonds, of course.
Like that.
- What do you think? - Well...
Personally, I think it would be tacky to wear diamonds before I'm 40.
Well, you're right, but meantime you should have something.
I'll wait.
No, I'm going to buy you a present.
You bought me a typewriter ribbon and it brought luck.
But Tiffany's can be pretty expensive.
I've got my check and $10.
I wouldn't let you cash your check,
but a present for $10 or under, that I will accept.
Of course, I don't know what we'll find here for $10.
May I help you?
Perhaps. We're looking for a present for the lady.
Certainly, sir.
Is there something special you have in mind?
Well, we've considered diamonds.
And I don't to offend you but, the lady feels that diamonds are tacky for her.
Oh, I think they're divine for older women,
but they're not right for me, you understand.
- Certainly. - In fairness, I ought to explain
there's also a secondary problem, one of finance.
We can only afford to spend... a limited amount.
- May I ask how limited? - $10.
That was the outside figure, yes.
- I see. - Do you have anything for $10?
Frankly, madam, within that price range
the variety of merchandise is rather limited.
However, I do think we might have... Let's see...
Strictly as a novelty, you understand...
For the lady and gentleman who has everything,
a sterlingsilver telephone dialer.
That's 6.75, including tax.
A sterlingsilver telephone dialer.
Yes, sir. That's 6,75 dollar, including Federal Tax.
Well, the price is right, but I must say
I'd rather hoped for something slightly more... How shall I say it...
Romantic in feeling.
- What do you think? - A sterlingsilver telephone dialer?
I certainly think it's handsome, but, well, you do understand.
Well, we tried but...
We could have something engraved, couldn't we?
Yes, I suppose so. Yes, indeed.
The only problem is, you'd have to buy something first
in order to have some object upon which to place the engraving.
You see dificulty?
Well, we could have this engraved, couldn't we?
I think it would be very smart.
This, I take it, was not purchased at Tiffany's?
No. Actually, it was purchased concurrent with...
Well, actually it came inside a...
- Well, a box of cracker jack. - I see.
Do they still really have prizes in cracker jack boxes?
- Oh, yes. - That's nice to know.
It gives one a feeling of solidarity,
almost of continuity with the past, that sort of thing.
Would Tiffany's really engrave it for us?
They wouldn't feel it beneath them or anything?
Well, it's rather unusual, madam,
but I think you'll find that Tiffany's is very understanding.
If you would tell me the initials,
I think we could have something ready for you in the morning.
Didn't I tell you this was a lovely place?
What is this place anyway?
You wanted to sit down. It's the public library.
- You've never been here? - No. That makes two for me.
I don't see any books.
They're in there.
See?
Each one of these drawers is stuffed with little cards.
Each little card is a book or an author.
I think that's fascinating.
- V-a-r-j-a-k. - Really?
Look. Isn't it marvelous?
There you are... Right in the public library.
Varjak, Paul. "Nine lives."
Then a lot of numbers.
Do they really have the book itself? Live?
Sure. Follow me.
Number 57. That's us.
57, please.
"Nine lives" by Varjak, Paul.
Have you read it? It's marvelous.
- I'm afraid, I haven't. - You should. He wrote it.
He's Varjak, Paul, in person.
She doesn't believe me.
Show her your driver's license
or Dinner's Club card or something.
He's really the author. Cross my heart and kiss my elbow.
Would you kindly lower your voice?
Autograph it.
Wouldn't that be nice? Sort of making more personal?
really, Miss...
Go ahead. Don't be stuck, signera den.
Vad ska jag skriva?
Någonting sentimentalt, autograph it.
What shall I say? Stop that!
You're defacing public property.
Well, if that's how you feel,
come on, let's get out of here.
I don't think this place is half as nice as Tiffany's.
Did you ever steal anything from a 5-and-10
when you were a kid?
No. I'm the sensitive, bookish type. Did you?
Yes, I still do now and then sort of to keep my hand in.
Come on. Don't be chicken, you've never done it, and it's your turn.
I can't see.
Hi, cat. Lady of the house at home?
Bu!
You're crazy. You know that, don't you?
But I love you anyway.
- Tooley? - Yeah?
I've... got to talk to you.
All right.
You want a drink?
If this is going to be a serious discussion...
and suddenly I'm terribly afraid it is...
you're going to have to take off that ridiculous mask,
or else I'll have to wear one too.
Tooley, look, please.
What's the matter? Girl trouble?
Is that it, darling?
Oh, I see.
Well, that's not too serious.
As a matter of fact, I've expecting it.
I can't say I like it, but I've been expecting it.
Who is she?
Hasn't got anything to do with her.
This is between you and me.
Oh, then it's serious.
Well, now...
Tooley, you're a very stylish girl.
Can't we end this stylishly?
- End it? - Yes.
Well... I do believe love has found Andy Hardy.
Let's see... a waitress?
A salesgirl?
No. She'd have to be someone rich, wouldn't she, Paul?
Someone who could help you.
Curiously enough...
She's a girl who can't help anyone, not even herself.
The thing is, I can help her, and it's a nice feeling for a change.
All right.
I understand.
I'll tell you what, Paul.
I'm very stylish girl.
- What are you doing? - Writing a check.
Don't look so bewildered.
Surely you've noticed me writing checks before.
Pay to the order of Paul Varjak... $1,000.
Take her away somewhere for a week.
You're entitled to a vacation with pay.
Simply a matter of fair labor practice, darling.
If you were really smart,
you'd get the boys together and organize a union.
That way you'd get all the fringe benefits...
Hospitalization, a pension plan,
and unemployment insurance when you are...
How shall I put it...
between engagements?
Thanks for making it easier for me.
Don't be ridiculous, darling.
Take the check. And call your girl.
No, thanks. I've got a check of my own.
When you get yourself a new writer to help,
try and find one my size.
That way you won't have to even shorten the sleeves.
- Oh, what are you doing? - Excuse me.
Uh, I... I'm sorry.
You look just like a girl I know, named Holly.
Really?
I'm sorry.
Hi.
What do you want?
I want to talk to you.
I'm busy.
- What are you doing? - Reading.
"South America: Land of wealth and promise"?
It's very interesting.
Let's get out of here.
I said, let's get out of here. I want to talk to you.
What's the matter with you anyway? What's happened?
Fred, will you please just leave me alone?
I love you.
- Where are you going? - To the ladies room.
- What's the matter with you? - Let me go.
- No. - Fred, let me go.
Let's get something straight.
I'm not nor have I ever been Fred, nor am I Benny Shacklett.
My name is Paul, Paul Varjak, and I love you.
- Let me go. - Not till we settle this. What's about all this jazz about South AmericaVar?
I thought if I'm marrying a south-american,
I'd better find out something about the country.
- Marry? What south-american? - José.
- Who the hell's José? - José de Silva Pereira.
Who the hell's José de Silva Pereira?
Darling, you met him, I know you did... Mag Wildwood's friend.
He came to the party with Rusty.
Well, my dear, you won't believe this,
but not only is he handsome and rich,
he's absolutely cuckoo for me.
- You're crazy. - Do you think you own me?
That's exactly what I think.
That's exactly what everybody thinks, but everybody happens to be wrong.
Look, I'm not everybody.
Or am I?
Is that what you really think?
That I'm not different from all you other rats and super-rats?
wait a minute.
If that's it...
If that's what you really think...
There's something I want to give you.
What's that?
$50 for the powder room.
the place is in such a mess, I couldn't face it alone.
- Ah, you have a message. - No.
Olé.
Good evening, Mr. Yunioshi.
- Oh, good evening, Paul. - Good evening.
Good evening.
Please, you must help me.
Let me go. No!
No! No!
- What did you do to her? - Nothing.
There was a telegram, and then this...
Crashing everything and acting like a crazy... It's appalling.
I can't have a public scandal. It's too delicate...
My name, my position, my family.
Will there be the police again?
I don't see why. There's no law against busting up your apartment.
- Where is the telegram? - There it is.
"Received notice young Fred killed..."
"in jeep-accident, Fort Riley, Kansas."
"Your husband and children join in the sorrow"
"of our mutual lost.".
"Letter following. Love, Doc."
Her brother Fred.
This brother, was she very close to him?
Yeah.
What can one do?
Try to help her.
I tried, It didn't do much good.
You got a ranch or something in Brazil?
Yes.
that's good. She'll like that.
Well, you better get in here.
- Hi. - Hello. Got your wire.
How did you know where to reach me?
Oh, I tried everything... Called people, asked around,
and suddenly I thought of the phone book. Anyway, I'm glad you came.
You look fine.
I'm fat as a pig, and I haven't had my hair done,
but I'm happy, really happy... It probably shows.
You look 'trés distingué' yourself.
I've got a job. I've been writing a little.
I've read three of your stories...
Two in The New Yorker and one in that funny little magazine.
- Won't you sit down?. - Thank you.
- I've taken up knitting. - So I see.
It'll probably look, uh... very nice once it's finished.
I'm a little nervous about it.
José brought up the blueprints for a new ranch house he's building.
I have this strange feeling that the blueprints and my knitting instructions got switched.
I may be knitting a ranch house.
really, darling, I can't tell you how divinely happy I am.
What is that, anyhow?
Portuguese... A very complicated language.
4,000 irregular verbs.
Hmm. Very impresive. What's it mean?
I believe you're in league with the butcher.
Holly, what's this about?
Why did you want to see me?
José's in Washington for the night, so I thought I'd ask you over,
adn, well, I've said goodbye to everyone else I care about.
- You're going somewhere? - I'm going to Rio, tomorrow.
I've got the plane ticket and I've even said goodbye to Sally.
- José's flying down with you? - We're going on separate planes.
He doesn't think it looks right for us to travel together.
His family's important down there, so he worries about things like that.
Anyway, I thought I'd show off and cook dinner for us.
Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am?
Yes.
You're getting married, then?
Well, he hasn't really asked me, not in so many words.
Four, you mean?
Well, that's how many words it takes...
Will you marry me?
Oh, we'll get married, all right.
And in church and with his family there.
And that's why he's waiting till we get to Rio... Probably.
Do you think it's trying to tell us something?
I hope you like chicken and saffron rice served with chocolate sauce.
It's an east indian classic, my dear.
Three months ago I couldn't scramble eggs.
Oh, are you all right?
Oh, golly, darling, I did so want to impress you.
Look, I'm not much for chicken with sauce anyway.
Why don't we go out somewhere?
Let me buy you a farewell dinner. Oh, that would be fun, as long as I can go like this.
Years from now, years and years, I'll be back...
Me and nine brazilian brats.
They'll be dark like José, of course,
but they'll have bright green, beautiful eyes.
I'll bring them back, all right,
because they must see this.
Oh, I love New York.
Then, why are you leaving? What's in it for you?
Look, I know what you're thinking, and I don't blame you.
I've always thrown out such a jazzy line,
but really, except for Doc and yourself José's my first non-rat romance.
Not that he's my idea of the absolute finito.
He's too prim and cautious to be my absolute ideal.
Now, if I could choose from anybody alive, I wouldn't pick José.
Nero, maybe, or Albert Schweitzer.
or Leonard Bernstein.
But I am mad about José.
I honestly think I'd give up smoking if he asked me.
Come on, darling, let's eat, It's getting late.
I'm leaving tomorrow and I haven't even begun to pack.
Didn't want José to think I'm a girl who loses her key,
so I had 26 of them made.
Wait. I got a better idea. Kind of a farewell gesture.
Somebody must have tripped the lock.
Ah, crafty devil, that Yunioshi.
Wake up, wake up! The british are coming!
Or, in this case, the brazilians.
Exactly.
Ooh, I've still got to clean up all that rice.
Hey, you know...
There she are who did it! The wanted woman! There!
Groenburger. Narcotics squad.
- What do you mean? - What's going on?
- Why don't you ask your boss? - What boss?
Sally Tomato. Ask him. Come on.
Look around for narcotic! They got plenty narcotic in there.
- What's your name? - Varjak.
Hold it down over there!
Paul Varjak. V-A-R-J-A-K. Hey! Get lost!
Get out!
I'm a writer. W-R-I-T-E-R.
I can't answer all your questions.
One at a time. One, please. Good.
I can't answer all your questions.
One at a time, please.
Knock it off!
- Now darling why don't you star? - Did you carry messages
from Tomato in code?
Of course not.
I'd just give Mr. O'Shaughnessy the weather report.
Simply do not ask me what this is all about. 'Parce que je ne sais pas, mes chers.'
- You did used to visit Tomato? - Every week. What's wrong with that?
Tomato's part of the narcotics syndicate.
He never mentioned narcotics.
These wretched people keep persecuting him.
He's a deeply sensitive person, a darling old man.
- Then, you're innocent. - Of course, I'm innocent.
- What are you going to do about it? - What do you mean? - Well, who's your lawyer?
- I don't know. Mr. O'Shaughnessy, I guess. - Mr. O'Shaughnessy!
Hey! Get out of here!
All right, come on! OK, move.
- Aw, shut up! - Get in there!
- Hello. - Mr. Paul Varjak?
Yeah.
Ready with Mr. Berman in Hollywood.
Kindly deposit $3.00 for the first 3 minutes.
Hello? Hello?
O.J. Berman here. Who's calling?
- Mr. Berman, this is Paul Varjak. - Nice to talk to you, kid.
Varjak. V-A-R-J-A-K.
I'm a friend of Holly's. We met at a party, in New York.
- Who? - Paul. Paul Varjak.
V-A-R...
Mr. Berman, this is Fred.
Oh, Fred, baby, huh?
You're calling about the kid, huh?
Everything's under control. You just relax.
I spoke to my lawyer in New York.
I told him to take care of everything, send me the bill, keep my name anonymous.
- What? - I don't want any part of it.
You sound like you're in a tunnel.
It's this executive phone I have.
- What? - Executive phone!
Thay only got her on 10,000 bail.
My lawyer can get her out at 10 A.M.
I tell you what to do.
You bust into that dump she lives in,
collect all her junk,
go down to the jail, get her out, take her to a hotel under a phony name.
Try to keep her away from the reporters.
- Will you do that? - Sure, Mr. Berman.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate...
Forget it. I mean, I owe her something.
not that I owe her anything, if you really want to get right down to it.
but... she's crazy.
She's a phony.
But she's a real phony.
Know what I mean, kid?
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Thanks, Mr. Berman. Thanks a lot.
Right!
Why don't you behave?
'Quel' night.
I did a little housebreaking while you were away.
Clayton Hotel. 84th and Madison.
O.J. thinks it would be a good idea if you stayed out of sight for a while.
I got your stuff here, including cat.
Hope he's all right.
Hi, cat...
Poor no-name slob.
Listen, darling, did you find that plane ticket?
- Right here. We can cash it in. - Cash it in? Are you kidding?
- What time is it? - A little after 10:00.
Good. Idylwild airport, driver.
- Never mind. You can't do that. - Why not?.
You don't understand. You're under indictment.
You jump bail, they'll throw away the key.
Don't be ridiculous, darling. I'll be married
to the future president of Brazil.
That'll give me diplomatic inmunity, or something.
I wouldn't be on it.
What is it, darling?
I have a message for you.
Oh, yes, I see.
Did he bring it in person, or was it... just there, shoved the door?
A cousin.
Hand me my purse, will you, darling?
A girl can't read that sort of thing...
Without her lipstick.
You read it to me, will you, darling?
I don't think I can quite... bear...
Are you sure you want me?
"My dearest littel girl,"
"I had loved you, knowing you were not as others,"
"but conceive of my despair"
"upon discovering in such a brutal and public style"
"how very different you are from the manner of woman"
"a man of my position could hope to make his wife."
"I grieve for the disgrace of your present circumstances,"
"and I do not find it in my heart"
"to add my condemn..."
"to the condemn that surrounds you,"
"so I hope you will find it in your heart not to condemn me."
"I have my family to protect and my name and..."
"I'm a coward where these institutions enter."
"Forget me, beautiful child,"
"and may God be with you."
"José."
Well...
Well, at least he's honest. It's kind of touching.
Touching! That square-ball jazz.
He says he's a coward.
All right! So he's not a regular rat,
or even a super-rat.
He's just scared little mouse, that's all.
But, oh, Golly... gee! Damn!
Well, so much for South America. I really didn't think
you were cut out to be queen of the Pampas anyway.
- Clayton Hotel. - Idylwild.
What?
The plane leaves at 12:00, and on it I plan to be.
- Holly, you can't. - 'Et pourquoi pas?'
I'm not hotfooting it after José,
If that's what you think. Oh, no.
As far as I'm concerned, he's the future president of nowhere.
Only why should I waste a good plane ticket?
Besides, I've never been to Brazil.
Please, darling, don't sit there looking at me like that.
I'm going, and that's all there is to it.
All they want from me are my services as a State's witness against Sally.
Nobody has any intention of prosecuting me.
To begin with, they don't have a ghost of a chance.
This town's finished for me... At least for a while.
There are certain shades of limelight
that can wreck a girl's complexion.
They'll have the rope up at every saloon in the town.
I'll tell you what you do for me darling.
When you get back to town call up the New York Times or whoever you call.
Mail me a list of the 50 richest men in Brazil... The 50 richest!
Holy, I'm not going to let you do this.
- You're not going to let me? - Holly, I'm in love with you.
- So what? - So what? So plenty!
I love you. You belong to me.
No. People don't belong to people.
Of course they do.
- Nobody's going to put me in a cage. - I don't wanna put you on a cage. I want to love you!
- It's the same thing. - No, it's not! Holly!
I'm not Holly. I'm not Lula Mae, either.
I don't know who I am!. I'm like cat here, a no-name slob.
We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us.
We don't even belong to each other. Stop the cab.
What do you think?
This ought to be the right kind of place
for a tough guy like you... Garbage cans, rats galore.
Scram! I said take off! Beat it!
Let's go.
Driver...
Pull over here.
You know what's wrong with you, Miss whoever-you-are?
You're chicken. You got no guts.
You're afraid to say: "OK, life's a fact."
People do fall in love.
People do belong to each other,
because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness.
You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing.
And you're terrified somebody's going to stick you in a cage.
Well, baby, you're already in that cage.
You built it yourself.
And it's not bounded on the west by Tulip, Texas or on the east by Somaliland.
It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run,
you just stand up running into yourself.
Here, I've been carrying this thing around for months.
I don't want it anymore.
Here, cat!
Cat!
Where's the cat?
I don't know.
Here. Oh, cat!