Yes, what is it?
Dear Dr Bannochhoven...
Oh, sure, yes, well...
You're fine, much better. Is there anything you want?
- So many things. - Yes? Well, tell the doctor.
Tell the good doctor everything.
I dreamt and I dreamt...
Yes? Well, what did you dream?
I dreamt I was asleep in the street,
and a young man came, he was tall and strong.
He was so mean to me.
He was?
It was wonderful.
Good morning.
- Where's Dr Bannochhoven? - I'm afraid I don't know him.
- Wasn't I talking to him just now? - Afraid not.
Have I had an accident?
No.
Quite safe for me to sit up, huh?
Perfectly.
Thank you.
Are these yours?
- Did you lose something? - No.
Would you be so kind as to tell me where I am?
This is what is laughingly known as my apartment.
- Did you bring me here by force? - No, no. Quite the contrary.
- Have I been here all night... alone? - If you don't count me, yes.
So I've spent the night here with you?
Well, I don't know that I'd use those words exactly,
but from a certain angle, yes.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
- And you are? - Bradley, Joe Bradley.
- Delighted. - You don't know how delighted I am.
- You may sit down. - Thank you very much.
What's your name?
- You may call me Anya. - Well thank you, Anya.
- Coffee? - What time is it?
About one-thirty.
One-thirty! I must get dressed and go!
Why the hurry? There's lots of time.
No there isn't, and I've been enough trouble as it is.
Trouble? You're not what I'd call trouble.
- I'm not? - I'll run a bath for you.
There you are.
Here we go now.
There you are, that does it. All right.
Give me a little slack, will you?
Irving! Why don't you answer?
It's Joe. Can you get here in five minutes?
No, I can't come now, Joe, I'm busy.
Oh, no.
Joe, I'm up to my ears in work.
Get into your next outfit. What kind of a scoop, Joe?
I can't talk over the phone.
This whole thing might easily blow sky-high.
It's front-page stuff, that's all I can say.
It might be political or a scandal, I don't know,
but it's a big story. I need pictures.
But I can't come now, Joe, I'm busy.
And I'm meeting Francesca at Rocca's in half an hour.
- Don't understand. - Don't understand?
There you are.
I was looking at all the people. It must be fun to live in a place like this.
It has its moments. I can give you a commentary on each apartment.
I must go.
- I only waited to say goodbye. - Goodbye? But we've only just met!
- How about breakfast? - I haven't time.
It must be a pretty important date to run off without eating.
- It is. - I'll go with you.
That's all right, I can find the place.
Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed.
- That's all right. Think nothing of it. - It was very considerate of you.
You must've been awfully uncomfortable on that couch.
No, I do it all the time.
- Goodbye, Mr Bradley. - Goodbye.
Go right through there, and down all the steps.
Thank you.
- Well... Small world! - Yeah.
I almost forgot. Can you lend me some money?
Oh, yeah.
That's right, you didn't have any did you?
How much was it you wanted?
I don't know. How much have you got?
Suppose we just split this fifty-fifty. Here's a thousand lire.
A thousand! Can you really spare all that?
- It's about a dollar and a half. - Oh.
I'll arrange for it to be sent back to you. What is your address?
Via Margutta 51.
Joe Bradley.
Goodbye. Thank you.
Double my money, eh? You tell me how?
- Tomorrow. - Yes, tomorrow.
What a wonderful hair you have.
- Just cut, thank you. - Just cut?
- Well, then... Cut so? - Higher.
- Higher? Here? - More.
- Here! - Even more.
Where?
- There. - There.
- Are you sure, Miss? - I'm quite sure, thank you.
- All off? - All off.
Off!
- Are you sure? - Yes!
Yes!
Off!
Oh no, no.
Off!
That's a nice camera you have there. Nice...
You don't mind if I borrow it?
- Miss Webber. - Just for two minutes.
No.
Go, it's my camera.
You musician, maybe?
You artist, huh?
Painter?
I know. You model.
- Model, huh? - Thank you.
It's perfect.
You're nice without long hair. Now it's cool, huh? Cool.
It's just what I wanted.
Now, why don't you come dancing tonight with me?
You should see, it's so nice.
It's on a boat, on the Tiber, the river, by Sant'Angelo.
Moonlight, music, romantic. It's very, very...
- Please, you come? - I wish I could.
But your friends, I don't think they'll recognise you.
No, I don't think they will.
- Thank you very much. - Thank you.
After nine I'll be there, dancing on the river. Remember Sant'Angelo.
All my friends... If you come, you will be most pretty of all girls.
Thank you.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Thank you.
A thousand lire.
- No money. - No?
I'm sorry, I've really no money.
Look.
I'm sorry.
- Well, it's you! - Yes, Mr Bradley.
Or is it?
- Do you like it? - Very much.
So that was your mysterious appointment.
- I have a confession to make. - A confession?
Yes, I ran away last night... from school.
Why?
- Trouble with the teacher? - No, nothing like that.
You wouldn't run away for nothing.
It was only meant to be for a few hours.
They gave me something last night to make me sleep.
Oh, I see.
- I'd better get a taxi and go back. - Look, before you do,
why not take a little time for yourself?
Maybe another hour.
Live dangerously, take the whole day.
I could do some things I've always wanted to.
Like what?
You can't imagine. I'd like to do whatever I liked, the whole day long.
Like having your hair cut and eating gelati?
Yes, and I'd like to sit at a sidewalk café,
look in shop windows, walk in the rain.
Have fun, and maybe some excitement.
It doesn't seem much to you, does it?
It's great.
Tell you what. Why don't we do all those things... together?
- Don't you have to work? - No. Today will be a holiday.
You don't want to do a lot of silly things.
Don't I? First wish, one sidewalk café.
Coming right up. I know just the place.
What will they say in school about your hair?
They'll have a fit.
What would they say if they knew I'd slept in your room?
Tell you what, you don't tell your folks and I won't tell mine.
It's a pact.
- Now, what would you like to drink? - Champagne, please.
Champagne?
Well, champagne, and cold coffee for me.
Must be quite a school, champagne for lunch.
- Only on special occasions. - For instance?
The last time was my father's anniversary.
- Wedding? - No.
The fortieth anniversary of... the day he got his job.
Forty years on the job. What do you know about that?
What does he do?
Well, mostly you might call it public relations.
Oh, well that's hard work.
- I wouldn't care for it. - Does he?
I've heard him complain about it.
Why doesn't he quit?
People in that line of work almost never do quit,
unless it's actually unhealthy for them to continue.
Well, here's to his health then.
You know, that's what everybody says.
- It's all right? - Yes, thank you.
What is your work?
Oh, I'm in the selling game.
Really? How interesting.
What do you sell?
Fertiliser. Chemicals, stuff like that.
- Irving! Am I glad to see you! - Why, did you forget your wallet?
- Sit down. - Aren't you going to introduce me?
Yes. This is a very good friend of mine, Irving Radovich. Anya, Irving.
- Anya...? - Smith.
- Oh. Hiya, Smitty. - Charmed.
Hey, did anybody ever tell you you're a dead ringer for...
- Well, I guess I'll be going. - No, don't do that, join us.
Well, just till Francesca gets here.
Tell me Mr Radovich, what is a ringer?
- Oh, waiter! - It's an American term.
It means anyone who has a great deal of charm.
Oh, thank you.
You're welcome.
Cousins.
Mr Bradley's just been telling me all about his work.
- I'd like to have heard that. - What do you do?
I'm in the same racket as Joe, only I'm a...
I'm awfully sorry, Irving.
- What are you...? - I'm sorry.
I can take a hint. I'll see you around.
- But your drink's just here. - Yeah, Irving, take it easy.
I'm sorry about that. Sit down, that's a good fellow.
That's the boy.
You're... You're twisting my arm, you know.
Just be a little more careful not to spill.
- Spill? Who's been spilling? - You.
- Me? - Yeah.
Where did you find this loony?
You're OK. Here's to you, huh? Here's hoping for the best.
If it wasn't for that hair, I'd swear that you...
Thanks.
You slipped, you almost hurt yourself.
- I slipped? - Yes, you did.
- I didn't slip. - A bad sprain...
- Never mind! - You'd better get it fixed up.
- Would you excuse us? - Of course, I'm so sorry.
Joe, what are you trying to do? Take your hands off me.
- Got your lighter? - What?
- Have you? - Yeah.
Listen, what would you do for five grand?
- Five grand? - Look...
She doesn't know who I am. This is my story, I gotta protect it.
She's really the...
Your pictures will make this twice as valuable.
- The princess goes slumming. - You're in for 25°%.
- Of 5,000? - Minimum, Hennessy shook on it.
- That's $1,500! - It's $1,250.
- Now you shake. - OK, now lend me 30,000.
That's $50! Are you gonna buy the crown jewels?
She's drinking champagne. We gotta entertain her.
We can't go running around with a hot princess!
Do you want in on this deal or don't you?
- This I want back Saturday. - OK. Now where's your lighter?
Let's go to work.
- Better now? - Huh?
- Your ear. - My ear?
Oh, yeah, Joe fixed it.
- Would you like a cigarette? - Yes, please.
You won't believe it, but it's my very first.
Your very first?
- No smoking in school? - Your first cigarette.
There, the gismo works.
Well, what's the verdict, OK?
- Nothing to it. - That's right, nothing to it.
I'll stretch my legs a little.
- I'll pick this one up, Irving. - You can afford it.
What next? Shall we make a little schedule?
Oh, not that word, please.
I didn't mean a work schedule... a school schedule,
- I meant a fun schedule. - Let's just go, huh?
How about you, Irving, are you ready?
- Yeah. - Let's go.
Francesca. Oh, this is...
- Smitty. - She's a grand girl, Irving.
Five grand.
- Joe. - Where are you going now?
Honey, I gotta work. I'll call you tonight.
Look at those men! They were supposed to be inconspicuous.
You asked for plain clothes.
Hey, stop, come back.