Subtitle by Abhishek Shandilya
# The Theme Music - Moon River playing
Hey!
Hey, baby, what's going on here?
Oh, hi!
Door Bell ringing
Miss Golightly!
Someday... Someday!
Miss Golightly!
What happened to you anyway? You take off for the powder room. That's the last I see you.
- Now, really, Harry... - Harry was the other guy.
I'm Sid. Sid Arbuck. You like me, remember?.
Miss Golightly!
I protest!
Oh darling, I'm sorry, but I lost my key.
That was two weeks ago.
You cannot go on keep ringing my bell.
You disturb me! You must have a key made!
It would not do any good. I'd just lose them all.
- Come on, baby, you like me..you know you do! - I worship you, Mr. Arbuck.
- Good night, Mr. Arbuck. - Wait! What is this?
You like me. I'm a liked guy.
You like me. You know you do...didn't I pick up the check for five people...
... your friends. I've never seen them before.
When you asked for change for the powder room What do I give you... a $50 bill.
Now, doesn't that gives me some rights?!
In 30 seconds, I going to call the police! All the time, a disturbance!
I get no sleep!
I got to get my rest! I'm an artist!
I going to call vice squad on you!
Don't be angry, you dear little man, I won't do it again.
You promise not to be angry and I might let you take those pictures ye mentioned
When?
Sometime.
Anytime.
Good night.
Door bell ringing
I'm sorry to bother you. But I couldn't get the downstairs door open.
I guess they sent me the upstairs key.
I couldn't get the downstairs door open.
I said, I guess they sent me... Uh, upstairs key.
I couldn't get the downstairs door open. Sorry to wake you.
That's quite all right.
It could happen to anyone... Quite frequently does... Good night.
I... I hate to... uh...
I hate to bother you, but if I could ask one more favor... could I use the phone?
- Sure. Why not?. - Thank you.
Well, this is a...
... nice little place you've got here.
You just moved in, too, huh?
No. I've been here around a year.
The phone's over there.
Well, it was.
Oh, I remember.
I stuck it in the suitcase. Kind of muffles the sound.
Cat screams!
I'm... sorry.
Is he all right?
Sure, sure, he's OK. Aren't you cat?
Poor old cat.
Poor slob. Poor slob without a name.
I don't have the right to give him one.
We don't belong to each other. We just took up by the river one day.
I don't want to own anything,
until I find a place where me and things go together.
I'm not sure where that is, but I know what it's like.
It's like Tiffany's.
Tiffany's? You mean the jewelry store?
That's right.
I'm crazy about Tiffany's.
Listen... You know those days when you get the mean reds?
The mean reds? You mean, like the blues?
No
The blues are because you're getting fat or it's been raining too long. You're just sad, that's all.
The mean reds are horrible.
Suddenly you're afraid, and you don't know what you're afraid of.
- Don't get you ever get that feeling? - Sure.
When I get it, the only thing it does any good is too...
...jump into a cab and go to Tiffany's.
Calms me down right away.
The quietness, the proud look of it...
Nothing very bad could happen to you there.
If I could find a real-life place,
that made me feel like Tiffany's, then...
Then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name.
I'm sorry. You wanted something Oh, the telephone.
It's just that I was supposed to meet somebody.
I mean...this is 10:00 thursday morning isn't it?
I just go off a plane from Rome, and I'm not too sure.
Thursday... Is this thursday?
- I think so. - Thursday!! Oh no it can't be!
It's too gruesome!
Well, uh... what's so gruesome about thursday?
Nothing, except I never remember when it's coming up.
Wednesdays I generally just don't go to bed at all
because I have to be up to catch the 10:45.
and they're so particular about visiting hours.
Would you be a darling and look under the bed until you find a pair of alligator shoes.
Sure!
I've got to do something about the way I look.
A girl can't go to Sing-Sing with a green face.
Sing-Sing?
I always thought it was a ridiculous name for a prison. Sing-Sing, I mean.
Sounds more like an opera house, or something.
Black, alligator.
You know, all the visitors make an effort to look their best... 'only fair
Actually, it's very touching, all the women wearing their prettiest things.
I just love them for it, and I love the kids too...I mean the kids the wives bring
It should be sad seeing kids there, but it isn't.
They have ribbons in the hair and lots of shine on their shoes.
They think there's going to be ice cream!
As I understand it,
we're getting you ready to visit somebody at Sing-Sing.
That's right...You could always tell what kind of a person a man thinks you are
By the earrings he gives you.
I must say, the mind reels.
- May I ask whom? - Whom what!? ..Oh whom I'm going to visit you mean?
I guess that's what I mean.
I don't know that I should even discuss it.
Well he never told me not to tell anyone.
You must cross your heart and kiss your eIbow.
I'll try.
- You probably read about him, Sally Tomato -Sally Tomato.
Well, don't look so shocked.
They couId never prove for a second that he was impart of the Mafia,
much less head of it my dear
The only thing they did prove was the he cheated at his income taxi a little
Anyway all I know, he's a darling old man.
Oh he wasn't my lover or anything like that.
In fact, I never knew him untiI after he was in prison. But I adore him now.
I mean , I've been going to see him every Thursday for seven months.
Now I think I'd go even if he didn't pay me.
- Shoes. - I could only find one. -oh
- He pays you? - That's right. Or anyway his Lawyer does.
If he is a Iawyer, which I doubt, since he doesn't seem to have an office,
Only an answering service.
and he always wants to meet at hamburguer heaven.
There you are, you sneak. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Dress... Dress...
Here we are... Bag. And a hat, too. There we are.
Anyway, about seven months ago, this so called lawyer, Mr. O'Shaughnessy,
asked me how I'd like to cheer up a lonely old man
and pick up a hundred a week at the same time!
I told him: "Look darling, you've got the wrong Holly Golightly."
I do as well on trips to the powder room.
I mean...Any gentleman with the slightest chic will give $50 for the powder room.
And I aIways ask for cab fare, too. That's another $50.
But then he told me his client was Sally Tomato.
He said dear oId Sally had seen me at Elmo's or somewhere
and had admired me 'á la distance'.
So wouldn't it be a good deed to visit him once a week?.
How could I say no? It was wildly romantic.
How do I look?
Very good. I must say I'm amazed.
You were a darling to heIp, I couId never have done it without you
- Bag... - Call me anytime.
I'm just upstairs, or I will be as soon as I get moved in.
Bye, cat.
Uh... you mean he gives you $100 for an hour's conversation?
Well , Mr O'Shaughnessy does as soon as I meet him and give him the weather report.
Look it's none of my business, but it sounds to me like you could get a lot of trouble.
Hold this for me, will you?
And what do you mean weather report?
Just a message I give Mr. O'Shaughnessy,
so he knows I've really been up there.
Sally tells me things to say like, uh...
"There's a hurricane in Cuba"...
"Cloudy over Palermo"... things like that.
You don't have to worry. I've taken care of myself a long time.
Taxi!
Whistles
- I never could do that. - It's easy.
Paul.
I'm late. I know it.
Don't tell me you were locked out Didn't you get the key?
Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.
No, I got the key, all right.
Miss Golightly, my neighbor, was kind enough to let me in.
Miss Golightly's on her way to Sing-Sing.
Just visiting, of course.
Miss Golightly,
Mrs. Falenson, my... decorator.
- How do you do? - How do you do?
Oh, darling. Let me look at you.
- Are you through?...I'm in a terribIe rush - Was the flight absolutely ghastly?
Grand Central Station. And step on it, darling.
Is it really only three weeks since I left you in Rome?
Seems like years.
- You seen the apartment? - Not yet.
I know it was wicked of me, but I couIdn't resist.
I went ahead and fixed it up without you.
I think it's darling of course
but if you absolutely hate it, we can rip everything out and start from scratch.
Dance music in the background
Miss Golightly!
Hey, baby! Where you going?
come on, baby. Open the door.
Aw, be a pal.
You're breaking up a beautiful party.
Come on, baby, open the door.
Hey, the band's swinging!
Aw, come on, baby.
Miss Golightly!
Once again I must protest!
If you don't stop that phonograph right this moment
I'm going to call the Police Department!
Music stops
Yeah. That more better.
What's the matter, baby? ( Man banging the door )
Aw, come on. You're a great kid. Open the door.
Come on, baby. I'm waiting for you.
Noise from the window
- It's all right, it's only me. - Uh, wait a minute. Miss, uh...
Golightly. Holly Golightly.
I live downstairs. We met this morning, remember?
Yeah.
It's all right. She's gone.
must say she works late hours for a decorator.
The thing is, I have the most terrifying man downstairs.
I mean he's sweet when he isn't drunk, but...
Let him start lapping up the 'vino' and, oh, golly, 'quel' beast!
It got so tiresome down there, I just went out the window.
Noise from downstairs -- utensilts dropping
You can throw me out if you want,
but you looked so cozzy in here and your decorator friend had gone home,
and it was beginning to get a bit coId out there on the fire escape.
And I always heard people in New York
never get to know their neighbors.
Well...
how was Sing-Sing?
Fine!
I made the train and everything.
And what's the weather report?
"Small-craft warnings,"
"Block lsland to Hatteras." Whatever that means.
You know, you're so sweet. You really are
And you look a little like my brother, Fred.
- Do you mind if I call you Fred? - Not at all.
300. She's very generous.
Is that by the week, the hour, or what?
Ok. The party is over. Out.
Oh, Fred. Darling Fred, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Don't be angry.
I was just letting you know I understand.
I understand completely.
It's ok. Stick around. Make yourself a drink.
- Or throw me my robe, I'll make you one. -You stay right where you are.
You must be absolutely exhausted.
I mean, it is very late,
and you were sound asleep and everything.
I suppose you think I'm very brazen or 'trés fou' or something.
I don't think you're no fouer than anybody else.
Yes, you do. Everybody does. And I don't mind.
It's useful being top banana in the shock department
What do you do, anyway?
- I'm a writer, I guess. - You guess? Don't you know?
OK, positive statement. Ringing affirmative.
I'm a writer.
The only writer I've been out with is Benny Shacklett.
He's written an awful lot of TV stuff, but 'quel' rat!
Tell me. Are you a real writer?
I mean, does anybody buy what you write or publish it or anything?
They bought what's in that box.
Yours?
All these books?
There's just one book, 12 copies of it.
"Nine lives" by Paul Varjak.
- They're stories. - Hmm... Nine of them.
Tell me one.
They're not the kind of stories you can really tell.
Too dirty?
Yeah, I... suppose they're dirty too,
but only incidentally.
Mainly they're angry, sensitive... intensively felt,
and that dirtiest of all dirty words... Promising.
So said The Times Book Review October 1, 1956.
- 1956? - That's right.
This is kind of a ratty question, but what have you written lately?
Lately, I've been working on a novel.
- Lately, since 1956? - A novel takes a long time.
- I want to get it exactly right. - So, not more stories.
The idea is I'm supposed to not fritter my talent away on little things.
I'm supposed to be saving it for the big one.
Tell me do you write every day??
Sure.
- Today? - Sure.
- It's a beautiful typewriter. - Of course.
It writes nothing but sensitive, intensely felt promising prose.
- But there's no ribbon in it. - There isn't?
No.
Oh
You know something you said this morning has been bothering me all day.
What's that?
Do they really give you $50 whenever you go to the powder room?
Of course.
You must do very well.
I'm trying to save, but I'm not very good at it.
You know you do look a lot like my brother Fred.
I haven't seen him since I was 14. That's when I left home.
He was already 6'2".
I guess it must have been the peanut butter that did it.
Everybody thought he was dotty, the way he gorged himself on peanut butter.
But he wasn't dotty,
just sweet and vague and... terribly slow.
Poor Fred. He is in the Army now.
That's really the best place for him until I can get enough money saved.
- And then? - And then Fred and I...
I went to Mexico once.
It's a wonderful place for racing horses.
I saw one place near the sea that...
Fred's very good with horses.
Even land in Mexico costs something.
No matter what I do, there's never seems to be more than
a couple of hundred dollars in the bank.
It can't be 4:30.
It just can't.
Do you mind if I just get in with you for a minute?
It's allright. Really, it is.
We're friends, that's all.
- We are friends, aren't we? - Sure.
OK, let's don't say another word.
Let's just go to sleep.
Where are you, Fred?
It's cold.
There... There's snow in the wind.
What is it? What's the matter?
Why are you crying?
If we're going to be friends, let's just get one thing straight right now.
I hate snoops.
Telephone ringing
-Yeah. -Lucille, darling? 2-E.
Huh!?
I've been trying desperately to reach you.
Bill just got back...
A day early, the beast...
So, I'm afraid I'll have to beg off.
You'll explain to the rest of the girls?
You are a darling.
Maybe we can have a long lunch tomorrow.
- I'll phone you in the morning. - Whatever you say.
You'll manage to survive without me tonight?
Sure. I might even take a wild boyish fling at writing.
- Good night. - Good night.
You got yourself stuffed, huh, Polly, baby?
Serves you right, bigmouth.
-'Buon giorno'. -Huh?
-Aren't you drinking? - Hmm hmm
You have pockets there or something? What do you go by?
What's your name? What do you call yourself?
- Irving. - Oh, yes. Perfect, perfect.
That's wonderful. Irving ( Door Bell )
I'll be right back, Irving, baby. ( Door Bell )
Kid's still in the shower. You expected?
I was invited. That what you mean?
Don't get all tense and soft. Come in.
It's a party. Lot of characters come who aren't expected.
I'll buy you a drink.
- You drink? - Yeah.
- Then I'll buy you a drink. - OK.
Hey, honey, your skirt's split here.
- What do you drink? - Bourbon.
- Bourbon... on the rocks? - Yeah... No, with water.
- You want rocks first? - Yeah. Not too much.
All right. That'll set you free.
- Know the kid long? - Not very. I live upstairs.
You kiddin?
I mean look at this place. What a place It's unbelievable. What a dump!
What do you think?
About what?
Is she or isn't she? (Door Bell)
Wait a minute. Hold it.
- Harriet! - Hi, J.B.
"J.B."? "O. J." ? What's that?
- You know Gil. - Yeah. How are you?
- How about a drink? - In the kitchen. You'll find everything you need.
So... Oh, honey, that is you.
Fred, darling, I'm so glad you could come!
I brought you a house present. Something for the bookcase.
Oh, you're sweet.
Doesn't that look nice? Give me a cigarette, O.J.
-Sure, sure... - O.J.'s a great agent. He knows a terrific lot of phone numbers.
What's Jerry Wald's phone number OJ?
Oh Come on, lay off.
Darling, I want you to call him and tell him what a genious Fred is.
Stop blushing, Fred. You didn't say it, a genious, I did.
So, quit stalling, O.J. Just tell me what are you going to do to make Fred rich and famous.
Now why don't you Iet Fred baby and me settIe that matter, huh , puppy?
OK, but just remember... I'm the agent.
He's already got a decorator.
I'm the agent. (Door Bell)
Hold it. Hold it.
Hi , there, boys. Come on in , there.
Right in the kitchen , you'II find everything you need
So, listen, Fred, baby... What...?
- No, it's Paul, baby. - Oh it is!, I thought it was Paul, baby.
- No.
- Answer the question. Is she or isn't she? - Is she or isn't she what?
A phony.
I don't know. I don't think so.
You don't think so, huh? Well, you're wrong... She is.
But on the other hand you're right, because she's a real phony. You know why?
Because she honestly believes all this phony junk that she believes in... I mean it!
Now Iook, I Iike the kid . I mean , I sincereIy Iike the kid . I do..
I mean , I'm sensitive, that's why.
You got to be sensitive to like the kid. You know what I mean.
It's..a...what you call a touch.. a streak of the poet.
You know what I mean.
You know her long?
Are you kidding? I'm the guy that discovered her. I'm O.J. Berman. A coupIe of years ago, back on the coast there, she was just a kid...
Lot of style and class, you know...
- Lot of what? - Class. Yes, she had a lot of class.
But of course, when she opened her mouth you didn't know what she was taIking , whether she was a hiIIbiIIy or an Okie. Whether she was a hillbilly or an okie.
- Know how long it took to me to smooth that accent?
- No. - I'll tell you how long.
One year. Know how we did? We gave her french lessons.
Figured once she could imitate french,
she'd have no troubIe imitating English
And , finaIIy, when I thought she'd be ready, I arranged for a IittIe screen test.
Well, the night before the screen... I've got to kill myself...
The night before the screen test, the phone rings, I pick it up...
I said , "O.J . speaking ." She says, "This is Holly."
I says, "HoIIy? HoIIy, you sound so far away, honey.
What's with you?" She says, "I'm in New York.
"you can't be in New York. You have a screen test tomorrow."
She says: "I'm in New York because I've never been in New York before"
I said , "Get yourseIf on the pIane. Get back here." She says, "I don't wanna."
"What do you mean you dont wanna? What do you want?"
She says, "I don't wanna." I say, "What do you want?"
She says, "When I find out what I want, I'm gonna Iet you know." Bang!
- So look, Fred, baby... - It's Paul, baby.
Sure. Don't tell me she isn't a phony. You know what I mean.
Irving, honey, where you been?
Mike, darling, I tried reaching you all day long.
Your answering service doesn't answer.
You know the troubIe peopIe have with answering services...
WeII , I guess so. CarefuI your mother never.
Mike --. . She's been running around .
Holly -- You look so wonderful.
I know. And after aII that she said about him , and he knows that.
Holly!
- Time, darling. - What?
Time?
- You have a watch? - No.
- Oh, let's see. 18:45. - Thank you.
Aaaoooo!!!
Really, was that necessary?
This is some party. Who are all these people, anyhow?
who knows? The word gets out.
You don't mind, do you, darling?
Reinforcements!
-Where do I put it? -Right in there.
Holly?
Holly, darling!
- What's that? - Mag Wildwood.
She is a model, believe it or not, and a thumping bore.
But just look at the goodies she brought with her.
He's all right, I suppose
if you like dark, handsome, rich-looking men with passionate natures and too many teeth.
I don't mean that one. I mean the other one.
- the other one? - He's Rusty Trawler!
- Hmm? - Rusty Trawler!
He happens to be the ninth-richest man in America under 50.
Now, that, indeed, is a remarkable piece of information to have at your fingerprints.
I keep track of this things.
- Excuse me. you owe me 47... - Hold this a minute, darling.
Mag, darling, what are you doing here?
I was upstairs working with Yunioshi...
Easter stuff for The Bazaar.
then these two nice boys came to pick me up.
It was a mistake, of course. My wires get crossed somewhere.
They were both very sweet about it.
May I present José Silva Pereira?
He's from Brazil... Miss Golightly...
Very kind of you, Miss Golightly, to allow me to attend your party.
I'm so interested in north-american culture.
I've been already, of course, to the Statue of Liberty
and to the Restaurant Automatique.
But this is the first time I am in a typical north-american home.
Wouldn't he just melt in your mouth?
And this is Mr. Rusty Trawler......Miss Golightly..
You're not vexed at me for bringing him?
- Of course not, darling. - I'm glad.
Now, who's going to bring me a bourbon?
- O.J. - Yeah.
Would you get Miss Wildwood a drink?
which one's Miss Wildwood?
Mr. Berman, we haven't been formally introduced,
but I'm Mag Wildwood from Wildwood, Arkansas.
That's...hill country.
Now, you just make yourself righ at home, , Senhor
Oh, don't trouble yourself. I'm contented to observe the customs of your country.
OK, you do that.
Now come along, Mr. Trawler.
Let's see what we can find to amuse you with!
Music from the party in the background
Party Music
Oh no. no no no
Telephone bell
I wasn't supposed to pick you up. ( Telephone bell )
You said you would... ( Telephone bell )
I wasn't supposed to pick you up. ( Telephone bell )
Telephone bell - louder
Yes
Miss Golightly?
This time I'm a-warning you!
I am definitely this time going to calling the police!
Good evening!
Is it something important?
No. Just the guy upstairs.. complaining about the noise.
He's angry?
Well..he did mention something about calling the police.
Oh, the police... The police?
Oh . That I cannot have. I'd better look for Miss Wildwood and go.
Somebody screams
To think I'd find a beau of mine
mousing after a piece of cheap Hollywood trash.
Mag, darling, you're being a bore.
Shut up!
You know what's going to happen you?
I'm going to march you over the zoo and feed you to the yak...
Just as soon as I finish this drink.
Timber!
Thud!!
Party Music continues...
Police Siren in the background
Scream!!!
Sorry.
- Oh, good evening, Ed. - It's Paul, baby. - Oh Yes
-You remember Irving, don't you? -Yeah . Hi , Irving
- This is José. - Nice to meet you, José.
-Wonderful seeing you . -Yes.
Jewel thieves.
Train Horn
Sally helps me with my accounts.
I have no head for figures at all.
I'm trying desperately to save some money. You know, I told you.
I just can't seem to.
He makes me write down everything in there.
What I get, what I spend.
I used to have a checking account. He made me get rid of that.
He feels, for me, anyway, that it's better to operate on a cash basis, tax-wise.
Someday Mr. Fred, you take this book, turn it to a novel.
Everything is there. Just fill in a little of the details.
Certainly would be good for some laughs.
No. No, I don't think so.
This is a book would break the heart.
"Mr. Fitzsimmons... powder room, $50."
"Less $18... Repair one black satin dress."
"Cat food, 27 cents."
Sally, darling, please stop. You're making me blush!
But you're right about Jack Fitzsimmons. He's an absolute rat.
But I guess, of course, I don't really know anybody but rats.
Except, of course, Fred here.
You do think Fred is nice, don't you?
For you... I hope he is.
Whistle!
-Give me a kiss -Goodbye, uncle Sally. Till next week.
Goodbye, uncle Sally.
Goodbye, and don't forget to send that book, eh?
I won't.
Oh, what about the weather report?
Oh, yes.
"Snow flurries expected this weekend in New Orleans."
Snow flurries expected this weekend in New Orleans?
Isn't that just the weirdest?
I bet they haven't had snow in New Orleans for a million years.
I don´t know how he thinks them up.
Lady's voice singing "Moon River"
# Moon River...
# wider than a mile...
# I'm crossing you in style...
# some day ~
# Oh, dream -
# - maker
# you heart - breaker
# wherever you're going
# I'm going your way
# Two
# drifters
# off
# to see the world
# There's such a lot of world
# to see.
# We're after, the same
# rainbow's end--
# waiting 'round the bend,
# my huckleberry friend,
# Moon River...
# ... and me.
Hi!
- Hi!
- What you doing? - Writing.
Good.
Door Bell
Well, hello.
- What's wrong? - I don't know.
It's probably nothing.
I want to see if he's still there.
See if who's still there? What are you talking about?
Look.
See? I noticed him yesterday afternoon.
I didn't say anything. I didn't want to sound neurotic, but...
- When he's there again today... - Who do you think he is?
It could be anybody, of course,
But what crossed my mind was...
Suppose Bill's having us watched, huh?
OK, I'll take care of this.
No. No, don't. Please.
If that's what it is, you'll only make everything worse.
I'll be careful. You wait here.
Darling, please don't. I don't think you should.
Now, take it easy.
I just want to find out what this is all about.
All right, what do you want?
Son, I need a friend.
That's me, that's her,
that's her brother, Fred.
You are Holly's father?
Her name ain't Holly.
She was Lula Mae Barnes,
was till she married me.
I'm her husband, Doc Golightly.
Paul Varjak.
I'm a horse doctor. Animal man.
Do some farming, too, near Tulip, Texas.
Her brother Fred's getting out of the Army soon.
Lula Mae belong home with her husband, and her children.
children?
- Them's her children. - She's got four children?
Now, son, I didn't claim they was her natural-born children.
Their own precious mother... Precious woman...
Passed away July 4th, Independence Day, 1955.
The year of the drought. When I married Lula Mae, she was going on 14.
You might think the average person going 14 wouldn't know her own mind.
But you take Lula Mae,
she was an exceptional person.
I'll tell you, son, she just plumb broke our hearts when she run off like she done.
Just plain had no reason.
All the housework was done by our daughters.
Lula Mae could just take it easy.
That woman got positively fat,
while her brother, he growed up into a giant,
which is a sight different from the way they come to us.
A couple of wild young'uns, they was.
I caught'em outside the house stealing milk and turkey eggs.
Lula Mae and her brother had been living
with some mean, no-account people about 100 mile east of Tulip.
She had good cause to run off from that house.
Never had none to leave mine.
What about her brother? Didn't he leave too?
No Sir. We had Fred with us till they took him in the army.
That's what I come to talk to her about.
I had a letter from him. He's getting out of the army in february.
That's why I got on a Greyhound bus to come to get her.
Lula Mae's place is with her husband, her children, and her brother.
Huh?
It's the prize in the Cracker Jack. You want it?
Never could understand why that woman run off.
Don't tell me she weren't happy.
Talky as a jaybird, she was,
with something smart to say on every subject.
Better than the radio.
The night I proposed, I cried like a baby.
She said , "What you want to cry for, Doc? Of course we'll be married.
"I never been married before."
Well , I had to laugh and to hug and to squeeze her.
"Never been married before."
Listen, son, I advise you, I need a friend,
'cause I don't want to surprise her or scare her none.
Be my friend, let her know I'm here.
Will you do that for me, son?
Yeah, sure, Doc. If that is what you want.
Come on.
Door Bell
All right.
Coming.
Oh, darling, I'm just on my way out.
I was supposed to be at 21 half an hour ago.
Maybe we can have a drink or something tomorrow. Huh?
Sure, Lula Mae...
If you're still here tomorrow.
Oh, please, where is he?
Fred?
Fred ??
Gosh
Lula Mae
Gee, honey, don't they feed you up here? You're so skinny.
- Hi, Doc. - Gosh, Lula Mae...
Kingdom come!
Knock knock..
What is it? What's the matter? You all right?
I guess so... No, I'm not. Fred will you help me? - If I can.
I want you to come to the bus station with us, Doc and me.
He still thinks I'm going back with him
I need support. I don't think I can play this scene alone.
Holly What can I do? He's your husband.
- No, he's not. - He's not?
It was annulled ages ago. But he just won't accept it.
Please, Fred. I'll tell him you're coming to see us off.
Don't say anything.
Just meet us out front, in about an hour. Please?
You wait right here, honey. I'll get the bag.
Why don't I get some magazines?.
Please, Fred, don't leave me.
Attention, please...
Leaving from platform 5, through coach to Dallas...
Philadelphia, Columbus, lndianapolis, Terre Haute,
St. Louis, Tulsa, Oklahoma City, Denison, Dallas.
Come on, Lula Mae. That's us.
Doc, I'm not coming with you.
Come on. Let's walk together quietly and...
I'll try and help you understand. Help me talk to him, Fred.
That's all right, son. I appreciate you want to help, but it's between Lula Mae and me.
Sure, Doc.
I love you, Lula Mae.
I know you do, and that's just the trouble.
It's a mistake you always made, Doc... trying to love a wild thing.
You were always lugging home wild things...
Once it was a hawk with a broken wing,
a full grown wildcat with a broken leg...
- Remember? - There's something...
You mustn't give your heart to a wild thing.
The more you do, the stronger they get
until they're strong enough to run into the woods or to fly into a tree,
and then to a higher tree, and then to the sky.
Lula Mae, there's something I got to tell you.
Excuse me.
Couple of weeks ago, I got a letter from young Fred.
From Fred? He's all right, isn't he?
Yeah, he's fine, I guess.
He's getting out of the Army in february.
-That's what he wrote to tell me. -In February?
Well, that's only four months.
So you see, you got to come back with me, Lula Mae.
Your place is with me and your children and your brother.
Doc, you've got to understand. I can't come back.
You got to understand what I'm trying to tell you
Now, I don't want to seem like I'm pressuring you none, but now I got to.
If you don't come back with me
I'm gonna have to write young Fred and tell him that
unless he wants to look out for hisself, he better sign up for another hitch
Doc, don't you do that. Don't write that to him.
I'll write to him myself and say I want him with me.
I'll take care of him, don't you worry.
You're talking crazy, Lula Mae.
Doc, stop calling me that. I'm not Lula Mae anymore.
All right, Lula Mae.
I guess you know what you're doing.
Keep an eye on her, will you, son?
At least see she eats something once in a while.
Sure, Doc.
So skinny.
Please, Doc. Please understand.
I love you, but I'm just not Lula Mae anymore.
I'm not.
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.
- Will you buy me one, Fred, darling? - Sure.
Only promise me one thing... Don't take me home until I'm drunk...
Until I'm very drunk, indeed.
Drums...Music
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?
Hmm?
Oh, indeed.
Well, let me tell you something mister.
If I had her money, I'd be richer than she is.
- How do you figure that?
- Because I keep the candy store. - Hmm?
Old Sally Tomato... That's my candy store.
I'd always keep Sally.
- That's why I'd be richer than she is...ah! - hmm hmm
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 like a kitten in a littIe furry ball at his feet, right? - Ha..hmm
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 think I forgot my key. - Never mind . I just buzzed Yunioshi - oh
- Do you want to know something funny? - Hmm hmm
In spite of the fact most of these rats fork up $50
for the powder room like little dolls...
I find I have again by actual count $9 less in the old bank account ( Door Bell )
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. - Whop!
Miss Golightly! This time I'm not only calling the police, the Fire Department
and New Yorks State Housing Commission,
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 to devote her many considerable talents
to the immediate 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 my party a couple of weeks ago. 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?
aaaahhhhhh!
Do I detect a look of disapproval 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, Seriously I'm interested. Don't you think I can?
You heard the Doc.
My brother gets out of the army in february.
and the Doc won't take him back. It's all up to 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.
And 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 and don't you 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.
If 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.
Cat meows meekly
Whisteling melodiously
Rings Door Bell
Hi
I've come up to talk to you about the other night,
then I saw the paper, and...
Well, actually, I'm kind of embarrased about it,
but since it concerns you,
I thought I ought to talk to you 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?
Oh, never mind. It's such a corny line anyway.
I'll turn around myself
Come in.
Have... you seen the paper?
- Mmm. Rusty, you mean? - Hmm hmm
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 he a rat, or a super-rat, rather,
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.
But. . .only how does your decorator friend feel about it?
I thought you were supposed to be saving yourself and all of that?
You know something?
I haven't got around to telling her about it yet.
Look, why don't we go out and have a drink
or take a walk or something to celebrate
All right. I think 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 can spend a whole 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.
Pop!
Wooaayyee!!
I've never been for a walk in the morning before.
At least not since I've been in New York.
I've walked up 5th Avenue at 6:00, but as
far as I'm concerned , that's 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?
You see what I mean how nothing bad could ever happen to you in a place like this
It isn't that I give a hoot about jewellry, except diamonds, of course.
Like that!
- What do you think? - Well...
Of course, 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.
Oh I wouldn't let you cash your check,
but a present for $10 or under, that I'll accept.
Of course, I don't exactly know what we're going to find at Tiffany's for $10.
May I help you?
Perhaps. Actually We're looking for a present for the lady.
Certainly, sir.
Is there something special you had in mind?
Well, we had 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 on older women,
but I don't think they'd be right for me. You do 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.
Ten dollars
That was the outside figure, yes.
- I see. - Do you have anything for $10?
Well, frankly, madam, within that price range
the variety of merchandise is rather limited.
However, I do think we might have... Let's me see...
Strictly as a novelty, you understand...
For the lady and gentleman who has everything,
a sterling silver telephone dialer.
That's 6.75, including tax.
A sterling silver 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? - As sterling silver telephone diallers go,
I certainly think it's handsome, but, well, you do understand.
Well, we tried but I guess...
We could have something engraved, couldn't we?
Yes, I suppose so. Yes, indeed.
The only problem is, you would more or less have to buy something first
if only in order to have some object upon which to place the engraving
You see the difficulty?
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.
Do you think Tiffany's would really engrave it for us?
I mean , you don't think they would feeI
it was beneath them or anything like that?
Well, it's rather unusual, madam,
but I think you'll find that Tiffany's is very understanding.
If you wouId tell me what initials you would like,
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 said 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? -hmm hmm
Each one of these little drawers is stuffed with little cards and
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 you think they really have the book itself, live?
Sure. Follow me.
Ding Number 57. That's us.
57, please.
"Nine lives" by Varjak, Paul.
Did you ever read it? It's absoluteIy marvellous.
-No, I'm afraid I haven't. -Well , 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.
Honest, he really is the author. Cross my heart and kiss my elbow.
Would you kindly lower your voice Miss?
Why don't you autograph it to them?
Don't you think it'd be nice? Sort of make it more personal?
really, Miss...
Go ahead . Don't be so stuck up, autograph it to them.
All right, what shall I say?
Something sentimental , I think
What are you doing? Stop that!
-- Shhhshhshsh --You're defacing public property.
Well , all right, if that's the way you feel
Come on, Fred, darling . Let's get out of here.
I don't think this place is half as nice as Tiffany's.
Hey did you ever steal anything from a 5-and-10
when you were a kid I mean?
No. I'm the sensitive, bookish type. Did you?
I used to. I still do every now and then , sort of to keep my hand in.
Come on. Don't be chicken, anyway you've never done it, and it's your turn.
I can't see.
Panting
Hi, cat. Lady of the house at home?
Holly!
Trick or treat?
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 been 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 is 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 a very stylish girl.
- What are you doing? - Writing a cheque.
Don't look so bewildered.
Surely you've noticed me writing cheques 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.
Of course, if you were really smart,
you'd get some of the other boys together and organise 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 cheque. And call your girl.
No, thanks. I've got a cheque 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.
Paul - Holly!
Holly
Heyyy!
- 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. Shhh
What's the matter with you anyway? What's happened?
Fred, will you please just leave me alone?
Holly
I love you.
- Where are you going? - To the ladies room.
- What's the matter with you anyway? - Let me go.
- No. - Fred, please let me go.
Let's get something straight.
I'm not now nor have I ever been Fred. Nor am I Benny ShackIett, whoever he may be.
My name is Paul, Paul Varjak, and I love you.
- Let me go.
- Not till we get this settled.
Now what's all this jazz about South America?
I thought if I'm going to marry 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.
The tall, good-looking one who came to the party with Rusty?
Well, my dear, you won't believe this,
but it turns out not only is he handsome and wildly rich,
he's absolutely cuckoo for me.
- You're crazy. - Do you think you own me?
That's exactly what I think.
I know, I know. That's what everybody always
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.
Door Bell in the background
I wouldn't ask you in, except the place is
in such a mess I couldn't bear to face it alone
- Ah, you have a message. - No.
Olé.
Water drops / trickling soung
Good evening, Mr. Yunioshi.
- Oh, good evening, Paul. - Good evening.
Good evening.
Lady screaming and crying...objects breaking up
Please, you must help me.
SMASH !!
Holly!
Holly!...Holly
Holly..Holly... Holly !
- Let me go. No! - Holly
-Holly -Fred... Fred!
Holly
Holly crying
-No! No!
Fred
- 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 do you think?
I don't see why. There's no law against busting up your own 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 loss.".
"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 down in Brazil, don't you?
Yes.
that's good. She'll like that.
Well, you better get in there.
Holly Sobbing
Gramophone playing: someone speaking in a foreign language
Door Bell
Cat meaows
- Hi. - Hello. Got your wire.
How did you know where to reach me?
Oh, I tried everything... Called people, asked around,
and suddenly thought of looking in the phone book. Anyway, I'm glad you came.
You look fine.
You think so? Oh I'm fat as a pig, and
I haven't had my hair done in months
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 know. 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.
Actually...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 mean, it isn't impossibIe that I'm knitting a ranch house!
Voice from gramophone becomes louder...
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.
Holly speaking in Portuguese
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 you might come!
and, 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 old Sally.
- José's flying down with you? - We're going on separate planes of course
He doesn't think it looks right for us to be traveling together.
His family's important down there, so he has worries about things like that.
Anyway, I thought I'd show off and cook dinner for us.
It'll be fun eating in.
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? Bottle cork pops!
Oh, we'll get married, all right, I know we will!
And in church and with his family there and everything
And that's why he's waiting till we get to Rio... Probably.
Pressure cooker whistles
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.
Boom!
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 there is some place 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 anyway?
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 was the kind of girl who loses her key,
so I had 26 of them made.
No 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...
Hey!
Aahh!! 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?
Is it true you carried messages from Tomato in code?
Of course not.
I'd just meet Mr O'Shaughnessy at Hamburger
Heaven and give him the weather report.
Simply do not ask me what this is all about. 'Parce que je ne sais pas, mes chers.'
- But you did used to visit Tomato? - I used to see him every week. What's wrong with that?
Well , you must've known Tomato was part of the narcotics syndicate.
Mr Tomato never mentioned narcotics to me.
It makes me furious the way all 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.
-Come on, then . -Mr O'Shaughnessy?
- Aw, shut up! - Get in there!
Telephone Rings
- Ya. - Mr. Paul Varjak?
Ya.
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, but to keep my name anonymous.
- What? - Unknown. I don't want any part of it...you hear me?
You sound like you're in a tunnel.
Aah...It's this executive phone I have.
- What? - Executive phone!
Fred baby, they only got her on $10,000 bail.
My lawyer can get her out at 10 o clock this morning
I'll 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 straight
over to a hotel under a phoney name, right?
You wanna keep away from the reporters as much as possible.
Do you know what I mean? 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, I mean, if you really get right down to it
but... she's a 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, driver, 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...yeah
Hello, 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, please driver.
- Never mind. You can't do that. - Why not?.
You don't understand. You're under indictment.
If they catch you jumping bail , they'll lock you up and throw away the key..
Don't be ridiculous, darling. By the day after tomorrow I'll be married
to the future president of Brazil.
That'll give me diplomatic inmunity, or something.
I wouldn't bet 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 under 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 to? -Hmm-hmm
Okay
"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 perfectly 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.
Even so...
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
I want you to call up the New York Times or whoever you call.
I want you to mail me a list of the 50
richest men in Brazil. The 50 richest!
Holly...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.
- I'm not gonna let anyone 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,
We're a couple of no-name slobs.
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 stick out your chin and say, "Okay, 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 end up running into yourself.
Here, I've been carrying this thing around for months.
I don't want it anymore.
Paul - Here, cat!
Cat!
Where's the cat?
I don't know.
Cat !
Cat !!
Cat !!!!....cat!
Cat!
Meaow
Cat!
Here. Oh, cat!
# Two
# drifters
# off
# to see the world
# There's such a lot of world
# to see.
# We're after, the same
# rainbow's end--
# waiting 'round the bend,
# my huckleberry friend,
# Moon River...
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