I'm going straight from now on.
News Service? What did he mean?
Oh, you say you're with the press and you can get away with anything.
Going to church to get married on a scooter! Joe's a wonderful liar.
Congratulations!
Don't look so worried, I won't hold you to it.
Thank you very much.
Don't be too grateful.
OK, I won't.
I'm a good liar too, aren't I?
- The best I ever met. - Thank you very much.
Say... Come with me.
The Mouth of Truth.
The legend is, if you're a liar and you put your hand in there,
it'll be bitten off.
- What a horrid idea. - Let's see you do it.
Let's see you do it.
Sure.
Hello!
- You beast, you're all right! - I'm sorry. It was just a joke.
- You never hurt your hand. - I'm sorry.
- OK? - Yes.
All right, let's go. Look out!
I'll park at the corner.
What do they mean, all these inscriptions?
Each one represents a wish fulfilled.
It started during the war, in an air raid.
A man with his four children was caught in the street.
He ran to that wall for shelter and prayed.
Bombs fell very close but no one was hurt.
Later, he came back and put up the first tablet.
Now it's a sort of shrine.
People come,
and when their wishes are granted, they put up another plaque.
Lovely story.
Read some of the inscriptions.
Make a wish? Tell the doctor?
Anyway, the chances of it being granted are very slight.
Well, what now?
- I've heard you can dance on a boat. - You mean Sant'Angelo.
- Couldn't we go tonight? - Why not?
Anything you wish.
At midnight I'll turn into a pumpkin and drive away in my glass slipper.
That'll be the end of the fairytale.
- I guess Irving has to go now. - I do?
Yes, you know, that big business development you have to attend to?
- That development. - Can't afford not to.
Yeah. See you later, Smitty.
- Good luck with the big development. - Thanks.
Hello.
Mr Bradley, if you don't mind my saying so, I think you're a ringer.
A what? Oh, thanks very much.
You've spent the whole day doing things I've always wanted to. Why?
It seemed the thing to do.
I've never heard of anybody so kind.
It wasn't any trouble.
Or so completely unselfish.
Let's have a drink at the bar.
There you are.
I look for you a long time. I think maybe you not come.
- Off, all off! - It's nice without, isn't it? Cool.
- Oh, very good. - This is Mr Bradley.
I Mario Delani.
- Old friends? - Yes, he cut my hair.
He invited me here tonight.
- What was your name? - Mario Delani.
Mario Delani. I'm very glad to know you.
Me too.
Oh, may I enjoy myself the pleasure?
- You mind? - Go right ahead.
I thank you.
- Did I miss anything? - You're just in time.
- Who's Smitty dancing with? - Her barber.
He cut her hair this afternoon, made a date for tonight.
The princess and the barber?
- What is it? - Momento.
August!
Thank you.
Bye.
Your Highness.
Dance quietly towards the entrance. A car is waiting.
- No. - Your Highness!
You've made a mistake. Let me go!
Will you let me go? Mr Bradley! Let me go, will you! Mr Bradley!
Hit him again, Smitty!
- Here are my car keys. - Police!
The other side of the bridge.
- All right? - Fine, you?
Oh, fine.
You were great back there.
You weren't so bad yourself.
I...
I guess we'd better get out of here.
This is the American Hour,
continuing our programme of musical selections.
- Everything ruined? - No. They'll be dry in a minute.
Suits you. You should always wear my clothes.
Seems I do.
I thought a little wine might be good.
- Shall I cook something? - No kitchen.
- I always eat out. - Do you like that?
Well, life isn't always what one likes.
- Is it? - No, it isn't.
- Tired? - A little.
- You've had quite a day. - A wonderful day.
This is the American Hour with a special news bulletin.
There is no further word from the bedside of Princess Ann,
who was taken ill yesterday on the last leg of her European tour.
Rumours suggest her condition may be serious,
causing alarm and anxiety among the people in her country.
- The news can wait. - Yes.
May I have a little more wine?
I'm sorry I couldn't cook us some dinner.
Did you learn how in school?
I'm a good cook. I could earn my living at it.
I can sew too, clean a house, iron.
I learned to do all those things,
I just haven't had the chance to do it for anyone.
Well, looks like I'll have to move and get a place with a kitchen.
Yes.
I shall have to go now.
Anya...
...there's something I want to tell you.
No, please.
Nothing.
I must go and get dressed.
Stop at the next corner, please.
OK.
- Here? - Yes.
I have to leave you now.
I'm going to that corner there and turning.
You stay in the car and drive away.
Promise not to watch me go beyond the corner.
Just drive away and leave me.
As I leave you.
All right.
I don't know how to say goodbye.
I can't think of any words.
Don't try.
Your Royal Highness,
twenty-four hours, they can't all be blank.
They are not.
What explanation am I to offer Their Majesties?
I was indisposed. I am better.
Ma'am, you must appreciate that I have my duty to perform,
just as Your Royal Highness has her duty.
Your Excellency,
I trust you will not find it necessary to use that word again.
Were I not completely aware of my duty to my family and my country,
I would not have come back tonight.
Or indeed, ever again.
And now, since I understand we have a very full schedule today,
you have my permission to withdraw.
No milk and crackers.
That will be all thank you, Countess.
- Did you really get it? - What?
The princess exclusive. Did you get it?
- No, I didn't. - What? That's impossible.
- Coffee? - Don't hold out on me.
- Who's holding out? - You are. I know too much.
First you ask about an exclusive on the princess, next you disappear.
Then I hear a rumour from the embassy that she's out on the town.
Do you believe every rumour that comes your way?
There's a lot of other rumours. About a shindig down by the river,
and the arrest of eight secret service men from a certain country.
Then she makes a miraculous recovery. It all adds up.
Don't think you'll raise the price, a deal's a deal. Now come on.
- Where is that story? - I have no story.
- Now what was the idea... - Joe.
- Wait till you see these. - Irving.
Hi, Mr Hennessy.
Irving!
- What's the idea? - You charge in, spilling things!
- Me? - I warned you before.
- Remember? - Look at my pants.
- Come and dry them off. - Nuts to that.
- Did you tell him about Smitty? - Who?
- Wait till you... - Irving!
There you go again, Irving.
- Joe... - Save that till later.
- Why don't you go home and shave? - Shave?
Or else keep quiet till we're finished talking.
What kind of routine is that?
What are you up to? Who's Smitty?
- A guy we met. - What is there to look at?
Just some of Irving's dames. You wouldn't like them.
- Maybe you would. - Don't change the subject.
- Yesterday you said... - I had a good lead.
But I was wrong, that's all there is to it. There is no story.
OK.
She's holding the press interview today. Maybe you can get that story.
And you owe me $500.
- Take it from my salary, $50 a week. - Don't think I won't.
What gives? Have we had a better offer?
Irving...
I don't know just how to tell you this, but...
Wait till I sit down.
Well, in regard to the story that goes with these,
there is no story.
Why not?
I mean, not as far as I'm concerned.
The pictures came out pretty well. Want to have a look at them?
How about a blow-up from a negative that size?
- Her first cigarette! - Yeah.
The Mouth of Truth.
I had a caption in mind: "Barber cuts in. "
Here's the key shot for the whole layout.
"The Wall Where Wishes Come True. "
Joe, that's good.
Lead off with that, then follow up with the wishes?
I got that from the file. "Princess Inspects Police. "
Yeah...
"Police Inspects Princess. "
- How about that? - Pretty good.
I got a topper for you.
- Wow! - Is that a shot?
- What a picture! - Is that a shot?
"Bodyguard Gets Body Blow. "
No, how about this? "Crowned Head?" Huh?
Oh, I get it. Joe, you got...
She's fair game, Joe.
It's always open season on princesses.
- You must be out of your mind. - I know, but...
Look, I can't prevent you from selling the pictures, if you want to.
- You'll get a good price for them. - Yeah.
- Are you going to the interview? - Are you?
Yeah. It's an assignment, isn't it?
Yeah.
I'll see you.
It ain't much, but it's home.
Ladies and gentlemen, please approach.
Her Royal Highness.
Your Royal Highness,
the ladies and gentlemen of the press.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Her Royal Highness will now answer your questions.
I believe at the outset, Your Highness,
that I should express the pleasure of all of us,
at your recovery from the recent illness.
Thank you.
Does Your Highness believe
that federation could be a solution to Europe's economic problems?
I am in favour of any measure
which would lead to closer cooperation in Europe.
And what, in the opinion of Your Highness,
is the outlook for friendship among nations?
I have every faith in it...
...as I have faith in relations between people.
May I say, speaking for my own press service...
...we believe that Your Highness's faith will not be unjustified.
I am so glad to hear you say it.
Which of the cities visited did Your Highness enjoy the most?
Each in its own way was unforgettable.
It would be difficult to...
Rome! By all means, Rome.
I will cherish my visit here in memory, as long as I live.
Despite your indisposition, Your Highness?
Despite that.
Photographs may now be taken.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you very much.
I would now like to meet some of the ladies and gentlemen of the press.
Hitchcock, "Chicago Daily News".
- I'm so happy to see you here. - Thank you.
Scanziani, "La Suisse".
Klinger, Deutsche Presse Agentur.
Maurice Montabré, "Le Figaro".
Sytske Galema, "De Linie", Amsterdam.
Jacques Ferrier, "Ici Paris".
Gross, "Davar Tel Aviv".
Cortes Cavanillas, "ABC Madrid".
Lampe, "New York Herald Tribune".
- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.
Irving Radovich, CR Photo Service.
How do you do?
May I present Your Highness
with some commemorative photos of your visit to Rome?
Thank you so very much.
Joe Bradley, American News Service.
So happy, Mr Bradley.
Moriones, "La Vanguardia", Barcelona.
Stephen House, of the "London Exchange Telegraph".
Good afternoon.
De Aldisio, Agence Press.