Hey...
Hey, baby, what's going on there?
Oh, hi!
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 GoIightIy,
I protest!
Oh , darIing , I am sorry, but I Iost my key.
But that was two weeks ago.
You cannot go on and keep ringing my beII .
You disturb me! You must have a key made!
But it won't do any good . I just Iose them aII .
- Come on, baby, you like me.You know you do. - I worship you, Mr. Arbuck.
- good night, Mr Arbuck. - Baby, wait a minute. What is this?
You like me. I'm a liked guy.
You like me. baby. You know you do. Then didn't I picked up the check for five people your friends
I've never seen them before.
And when you asked for a little change for the powder room what do I give you?
A $50 bill.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 am going to call the vice squad on yo !
Don't be angry, you dear little man , I won't do it again.If you promise
not to be angry, I might let you take those pictures we mentioned .
When?
Sometime.
Anytime.
Good night.
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... the up...stairs key.
I couldn't get the downstairs door open. I'm 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.
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.
The way I Iook at it, 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 even 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 maybe 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.
WeII , when I get it, the only thing that does any good
is to 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 1 0: 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 beda t 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 Iook under the bed and see if you can find
a pair of alligator shoes? - sure
I've got to do something about the way I look.
I mean , a girl just 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.
It sounds more like it should be an opera house or something .
Black, alligator.
You know, all the visitors make an effort to Iook their best. It's 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 all have ribbons in their hair and lots of shine on their shoes.You'd think there was going to be ice cream .
Now, as I understand it,
what we're doing is getting you ready to visit somebody at Sing-Sing. That's right.
You can always teII what kind of person a man really thinks you are
By the earrings he gives you.
I must say, the mind reels.
- May I ask whom? - Oh , whom I go to visit, you mean?
I guess that's what I mean.
I don't know that I should even discuss it.
Well , they never toId me not to tell anyone.
You must cross your heart and kiss your elbow
I'll try.
You probably read about him . His name's Sally Tomato. Sally Tomato?
WeII, don't look so shocked.
They couId never prove for a second that he was even part of the Mafia,
much Iess head of it, my dear.
The only thing they did prove was that he cheated his income tax a little. Anyway, all I know
is that he's a darling oId man .
Oh , he was never 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.
- He pays you? - That's right. Or anyway his lawyer does
If he is a lawyer, which I doubt, since he doesn't seem to have an office,
Only an answering service.
And he always wants to meet you at Hamburger 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 IoneIy oId man
and pick up $100 a week at the same time.
I told him: "Look darling, you've got the wrong Holly Golightly."
A girl can do as well as that on trips to the powder room .
I mean , any gentleman with the slightest chic will give a girl a $50 biII for the powder room .
And I always ask for cab fare, too. That's another $50.
But then he said his cIient was Sally Tomato.
He said dear oId Sally had seen me at EImo's or somewhere
and had admired me 'á la distance'.
So wouIdn't it be a good deed if I were to visit him once a week? Well , how couId I say no?
It was all so wiIdIy 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?
WeII , 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 couId get in a Iot of troubIe.
HoId this for me, will you?
And what do you mean , "weather report"?
Oh , that's just a message I give Mr O'Shaughnessy.
So he'II know I've really been up there.
SaIIy teIIs me things to say like, uh...
"There's a hurricane in Cuba"...and,
It's cloudy over Palermo." Things like that.
You don't have to worry. I've taken care of myseIf for a long time.
Taxi!
- I never could do that. - It's easy.
Paul.
I'm late. I know it.
Don't teII me you were Iocked out? Didn't you get the key?
Oh, darling, I'm sorry.
No, I got the key, all right.
Miss GoIightIy, my neighbour, was kind enough to Iet me in .
Miss GoIightIy's on her way to Sing Sing .
-Oh? -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? - Was the flight absolutely ghastly? -I'm in a terribIe rush .
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 darIing of course
but if you absoIuteIy hate it, we can rip everything up and start from scratch
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 Gorightly! Once again I must protest!
If you don't stop that phonograph right this minute,
I'm going to call the Police Department!
Yeah. That more better.
What's the matter, baby?
Aw, come on. You're a great kid. Open the door.
Come on, baby. I'm waiting for you.
- 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.
I must say, she works Iate 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 Iet him start Iapping up the vino, and oh , goIIy, quel beast.
It finaIIy got so tiresome down there, I just went out the window.
Look, you can throw me out if you want to,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 aIways heard peopIe 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?
Okay, the party's over. Out.
Oh, Fred. Darling Fred, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Don't be angry.
I was just trying to Iet you know I understand .
I understand completely.
It's okay, stick around . Make yourseIf 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 Iate 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 any fouer than anybody eIse.
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?
WeII , there's just the 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.
Or so said The Times Book Review, October 1st, 1956.
- 1956? - That's right.
I suppose this is kind of a ratty question , but what have you written IateIy?
Lately, I've been working on a novel.
- Lately, since 1956? - WeII , a noveI takes a Iong time.
- I want it exactly right. - So, not more stories. - Well..
the idea is I'm supposed to not fritter my taIent away on IittIe things.
I'm supposed to be saving it for the big one.
Do you write every day?
Sure.
- Today? - Sure.
- It's a beautiful typewriter. - Of course.
It writes nothing but sensitive, intensely felt promising prose.
- 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 , of course, since I was 14. That's when I Ieft 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 himseIf 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.
But even Iand in Mexico costs something .
And no matter what I do, there never seems to be more than a coupIe of hundred doIIars 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?
Because it's coId .
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.
- Yeah. - Lucille, darling?
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.
And you wiII manage to survive without me tonight?
Sure. I might even take a wild boyish flying at writing.
- Good night. - Good night.
You got yourseIf stuffed , huh , PoIIy, baby?
Serves you right, big mouth.
-'Buon giorno'. -Huh?
Aren't you drinking?
You got pockets there or something? What do you go by?
What's your name? What's your name? What do you caII yourseIf?
- Irving. - Oh, Perfect, perfect.
That's wonderful.Irving .
I'll be right back, Irving, baby.
Yeah! Kid's still in the shower. You expected?
I was invited. That what you mean?
Now don't get yourseIf aII tense and sore, paI . Come on in .
It's a party. There's a Iot of characters come around here, they're not expected
I'll buy you a drink.You drink?
- Yeah. - Then I'll buy you a drink.
- OK. - yeah.
Hey, honey, your skirt's split here.
- What do you drink? - Bourbon.
- Bourbon... on the rocks? - Yeah... No, with water.
AII right, you want rocks first, though , don't you? Yeah . - Good , you got them . -Not too much .
All right. That'll set you free.
-You know the kid Iong? -Not very. I Iive upstairs.You're kidding .
Boy, Iook at this pIace, wiII you? What a pIace. It's unbeIievabIe. What a dump.
- What do you think? - About what?
- Is she or isn't she? Wait a minute.
Hold it.
- Harriet! - Hi, J.B.
"J . B."? O.J . What is that? AII right. HeIIo there.
- You know Gil. - Yeah . How are you? Good to see you .
- How about a drink? - Fine. In the kitchen .You'II find everything you need . -Thanks.
So. . . Oh , honey, that is you , that is you .
Fred , darIing , I'm so gIad you couId come.
I brought you a house present. Something for the bookcase.
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 Iot of phone numbers.
What's Jerry WaId's phone number, O.J . ?
Oh , come on , Iay off. Darling, I want you to call him
and tell him what a genious Fred is. Yeah , I got it.
Stop bIushing , Fred . You didn't say you were genius, I did .
So quit staIIing , O.J . Just teII me what you're going to do to make Fred rich and famous.
Now why don't you Iet Fred baby and me settIe that matter, huh , puppy?
Okay. But just remember, I'm the agent.
He's already got a decorator. I'm the agent.
HoId it. HoId it.
Hi , there, boys. Come on in , there.
Right in the kitchen , you'II find everything you need .
So, listen, Fred, baby...
- No, it's Paul, baby. - Oh , it is? I thought it was Fred baby. - No.:-WeII , answer the question , aII right?
-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?
WeII , you're wrong , she is.
But on the other hand , you're right, because she's a reaI phoney. You know why?Because she..
honestIy beIieves aII this phoney junk that she beIieves 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.
I mean , you gotta be sensitive to Iike the kid , you know what I mean? It's what you caII..
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 .
- Of course,she had a Iot of styIe. A Iot of cIass. - A 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.
You know how Iong it took me to smooth out that accent? - No.- I'll tell you how long.
One year. You know how we did it? We gave her French Iessons. Yeah
Figured once she couId imitate French , she'd have no troubIe imitating EngIish .
And , the finaIIy, when I thought she'd be ready, I arranged for a IittIe screen test.
WeII , the night before the screen test. . . WeII , I couId've kiIIed myseIf.The night before the screen test,the phone rings.I pick it up,
I said , "O.J. speaking ."She says,"This is HoIIy." I says, "HoIIy? HoIIy, you sound so far away, honey. What's with you?".She says, "I'm in NY."
I said , "What's kind of NY? You got a screen test tomorrow." She says, "I'm in NY because I've never been to NY before."
I said , "Get yourseIf on the pIane.Get back here." She says, "I don't wanna."
I say, "What do you mean,you don't 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, Iook, Fred
- baby, you know. . . - It's PauI baby.
PauI baby. Sure. I mean , don't teII me that she isn't a phoney. You know what I mean?
Irving . Honey, Irving , where have you been?
Great, thanks. Mike, darIing , I tried reaching you aII day Iong .
Your answering service doesn't answer.
-You know the troubIe peopIe have with answering services. -WeII , I guess so.
CarefuI your mother never. . . She's been running around You Iook so wonderfuI .
I know. And after aII that she said about him , and he knows that.
- Time, darling. - What?
The time?
-Do you have a watch? -No, I don't.
-Let me see it. It's 6:45. -Thank you so much , dear.
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 , darIing?
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 Iike dark, handsome, rich-Iooking 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.
He happens to be the ninth-richest man in America under 50.
Now that indeed is a remarkabIe piece of information to have at your fingertips.
I keep track of this things.
- Excuse me. you owe me 47... - Hold this a minute, darling.
Mag, darling, what are you doing here?
Honey, 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 aIready, 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 GoIightIy.
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?
Yeah . Which one's Miss WiIdwood?
Mr. Berman, we haven't been formally introduced,
but I'm Mag Wildwood from Wildwood, Arkansas.
That's...hill country.
You just make yourseIf right at home, senior.
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.
I wasn't supposed to pick you up.
You said you wouId pick me up, and at the Iast minute, I had GiI come. . .
Look, I wasn't supposed to pick you up, here or anywhere.
-Yes? -Miss GoIightIy?
This time I'm awarning you!
I am definiteIy this time going to caIIing the poIice !
Good evening!
Is it something important?
No. Just the guy upstairs complaining about the noise.
He's angry?
WeII , he did mention something about caIIing the poIice.
Oh, the police... The police?
Oh . That I cannot have. I'd better Iook for Miss WiIdwood and go.
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. You know what's going to happen to 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!
Sorry.
- good evening, Ed. - It's Paul, baby. - Oh , yes.
-You remember Irving , don't you? -Yeah . H i , Irving .
- This is José. - Nice to meet you.José.
-WonderfuI seeing you . -Yes.
Jewel thieves.
Sally helps me with my accounts.
I have no head for figures at all.
I'm trying desperateIy to save some money. You know, I toId you .
I just can't seem to.
He makes me write down everything in here.
What I get, what I spend.
I used to have a checking account, but he made me get rid of that.
He feeIs, 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 fiII in a IittIe of the detaiIs.
CertainIy wouId be good for some Iaughs.
No. No, I don't think so.
This is a book would break that 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.
I guess, of course, I don't reaIIy know anybody but rats.
Except, of course, Fred here.
You do think Fred is nice, don't you , SaIIy?
For you... I hope he is.
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.
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.
Holly [SINGING]: ♪ Moon River ♪
♪ wider than a mile ♪
♪ l'm crossing you in style ♪
♪ Some day ♪
♪ Oh, dream maker ♪
♪ You heartbreaker ♪
♪ Wherever you're going ♪
♪ l'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 ♪
-H i. -H i.
- What you doing? - Writing.
Good.
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.
Look, if that's what it is, you'II onIy 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, her brother and her chiIdren
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.
Now, 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'II teII 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.
I teII you , that woman got positiveIy 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 them outside the house steaIing miIk and turkey eggs.
LuIa Mae and her brother had been Iiving with some mean , no-account peopIe
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 tiII they took him in the army.
That's what I come to taIk 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'II be married .
"I never been married before."
WeII , I had to Iaugh 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.
All right.
Coming.
Oh, darling, I'm just on my way out.
I was supposed to be at 2 1 haIf 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?
Gee, honey, don't they feed you up here? You're so skinny.
- Hi, Doc. - Gosh, Lula Mae...
Kingdom come!
What is it? What's the matter? Are you aII right?
-I guess so... No, I'm not. Fred , wiII you heIp me? -If I can.
- I want you to come to the bus station with us, Doc and me. -What?
-He stiII thinks I'm going back with him . -I need support.
- I don't think I can pIay this scene aIone. - HoIIy, 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.
PIease, Fred . I'II teII 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 waIk together quietIy
-And I'll try and help you understand. HeIp me taIk to him, Fred . -It's aII 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 troubIe.
It's a mistake you aIways made, Doc, trying to Iove a wiId thing.
You were always lugging home wild things...
Once it was a hawk with a broken wing
and another time it was a full-grown wiIdcat with a broken leg.
- Remember? - LuIa Mae, 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 fIy into a tree.
and then to higher trees, and then to the sky.
LuIa Mae, there's something I got to teII you .
A coupIe of weeks ago, I got a Ietter 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, LuIa Mae. Your pIace is with me and your chiIdren and your brother
Doc, you've got to understand. I can't come back.
And you got to understand what I'm trying to teII you .
Now, I don't want to seem Iike 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 teII him
that unIess he wants to Iook out for hisseIf, he better sign up for another hitch .
Doc, don't you do that. Don't write that to him .
I'II write him myseIf and teII him I want him here with me.
I'II 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.
-WiII you buy me one, Fred , darIing? -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, mister.
If I had her money, I'd be richer than she is.
- How do you 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 kittle in a IittIe furry baII 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 think I forgot my key. -Never mind . I just buzzed Yunioshi .
Do you want to know something funny?
In spite of the fact that most of these rats fork up $50
for the powder room like little dolls...
I find I have again by actuaI count $9 Iess in the oId 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.
Miss GoIightIy, this time I'm not onIy caIIing the poIice, but the fire department
and the New York 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 many considerabIe taIents
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 my party a coupIe of weeks ago. He came with Mag WiIdwood .
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?
TeII me. SeriousIy, 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. So it's aII 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.
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.
Especially not disapproving gentlemen
who are kept by other ladies. So take it.
You should be used to taking money from ladies by now.
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 ought to taIk 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 I come in? - I guess so.
Just a minute. Do I have a nightgown on?
No, I don't. WouId you mind? turning around for a second?
Oh , never mind . It's such a corny Iine anyway. I'II turn around myseIf.
Come in.
Have you seen the paper?
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 onIy was he a rat, or a super-rat, rather, he was aIso 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 yourseIf and aII of that?
You know something?
I haven't got around to teIIing her about it yet.
Look, why don't we go out and have a drink
or take a waIk or something to ceIebrate?
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 whoIe day doing things we've never done before.
We'll take turns. First something you've never done, then me.
Of course, I can't reaIIy think of anything I've never done.
I've never been for a walk in the morning before.
At Ieast not since I've been in New York.
I've waIked up Fifth Avenue at 6: 00, but as far as I'm concerned , that's stiII 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 couId ever happen to you in a pIace Iike this?
It isn't that I give a hoot about jeweIIery, except diamonds, of course.
Like that.
- What do you think? - Well...
Of course personaIIy, I think it wouId be tacky to wear diamonds before I'm 40.
WeII , you're right. But in the meantime, you shouId have something .
I'll wait.
No, I'm going to buy you a present.
You bought me a typewriter ribbon and it brought luck.
AII right, but Tiffany's can be pretty expensive.
I've got my check and $10.
Oh , I wouIdn't Iet you cash your cheque.
but a present for $10 or under, that I will accept.
Of course, I don't exactIy 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 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 on older women,
but I don't think they'd be right for me. You do understand?
- Certainly. - In aII fairness, I think I ought to expIain .
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?
WeII , frankIy, madam , within that price range,
the variety of merchandise is rather limited.
However, I do think we might have... Iet me 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 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 sterIing siIver teIephone diaIIers 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 onIy probIem is, you wouId more or Iess have to buy something first
if onIy in order to have some object upon which to pIace the engraving .
You see the difficuIty?
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 one gives a feeling of solidarity,
almost of continuity with the past, that sort of thing.
Would Tiffany's really engrave it for us?
I mean , you don't think they wouId feeI it was beneath them or anything Iike that?
Well, it's rather unusual, madam,
but I think you'll find that Tiffany's is very understanding.
If you wouId teII me what initiaIs you wouId Iike,
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 you wanted to sit down . It's the pubIic Iibrary.
- 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 IittIe drawers is stuffed with IittIe cards.
And each IittIe 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."
And then a Iot of numbers.
Do you think they reaIIy have the book itseIf, Live?
Sure. Follow me.
Number 57. That's us.
57, please.
"Nine lives" by Varjak, Paul.
Did you ever read it? It's absoIuteIy marveIIous.
-No, I'm afraid I haven't. -WeII, you shouId. 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 reaIIy is the author. Cross my heart and kiss my eIbow.
WouId you kindIy 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 .
AII right, what shaII I say?
Something sentimentaI , I think.
What are you doing? Stop that!
You're defacing public property.
WeII , aII right, if that's the way you feeI .
Come on , Fred , darIing . Let's get out of here.
I don't think this place is half as nice as Tiffany's.
Hey, did you ever steaI anything from a five-and-ten
when you were a kid , I mean?
No. I'm the sensitive, bookish type. Did you?
I used to. I stiII 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.
Hi, cat. Lady of the house at home?
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 eIse I'm going to 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.
then it's serious.
Well, now...
Tooley, you're a very stylish girl.
Can't we end this stylishly?
- End it? - Yes.
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.
Thing is, I can help her, and it's a nice feeIing for a change.
All right.
I understand.
I'll tell you what, Paul.
I'm very a 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.
SimpIy a matter of fair Iabour practise, darIing .
Of course, if you were reaIIy smart,
you'd get some of the other boys together and organise a union.
That way you'd get all the fringe benefits...
hospitalisation, a pension plan
and unemployment insurance when you're,
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.
- Oh, what are you doing? - Excuse me.
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? Holly
I love you.
- Where are you going? - To the ladies room.
- WWhat's the matter with you , anyway? - Let me go.
- No. - Fred, please let me go
Let's get something straight.
I am 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 tiII we get this settIed. Now What's aII 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 is José? -José da SiIva Pereira.
Who the hell's José de Silva Pereira?
Darling, you met him, I know you did... Mag Wildwood's friend.
The taII , good-Iooking one who came to the party with Rusty?
Well, my dear, you won't believe this,
but it turns out not onIy is he handsome and wiIdIy rich,
he's absolutely cuckoo for me.
- You're crazy. - What? 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.
I wouIdn't ask you in , except the pIace is in such a mess I couIdn't bear to face it aIone.
-You have a message. -No
Olé.
Good evening, Mr. Yunioshi.
- good evening, Paul. - Good evening.
Good evening.
Please, you must help me.
-HoIIy. HoIIy. -Let me go. No !
No! No!
- What did you doing? - Nothing.
There was a telegram, and then this...
Crashing everything , conducting Iike a crazy. It's appaIIing .
I can't have a public scandal. It's too delicate...
My name, my position, my family.
WiII there be the poIice again , do you think?
I don't see why. There's no Iaw against busting up your own apartment.
- Where is the telegram? - There it is.
"Received notice. Young Fred kiIIed
"in jeep-accident, Fort Riley, Kansas."
"Your husband and chiIdren join in the sorrow of our mutuaI Ioss.
"Letter following. Love, Doc."
Her brother Fred.
This brother, was she very cIose 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 BraziI, don't you?
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 suddenIy thought of Iooking in the phone book. Anyway, I'm gIad you couId come.
- You look fine. - You think so?
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 IittIe 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.
ActuaIIy, I'm a IittIe nervous about it.
José brought up the blueprints for a new ranch house he's building.
and I have this strange feeIing that maybe the bIueprints and my knitting instructions got switched.I mean, it isn't impossibIe
that I'm knitting a ranch house.
ReaIIy, darIing, I can't teII you how divineIy 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 if I asked you over, you might come.
And , weII , I've said goodbye to everyone eIse 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 pIanes, of course.
He doesn't think it looks right for us to travel together.
His famiIy's very important down there, so he has to worry about things Iike that.
Anyway, I thought I'd show off and cook dinner for us. It'II 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?
Oh, we'll get married, all right. I know we wiII.
And in church and with his famiIy there and everything.
And that's why he's waiting tiII we get to Rio, probabIy.
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 couIdn't scrambIe eggs.
Are you aII right?
GoIIy, darIing . 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 it's somepIace 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,
'cause 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,
ReaIIy, except for Doc and yourseIf, 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 girI who Ioses 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.
Wake up, wake up! The british are coming!
Or, in this case, the brazilians.
Exactly.
I've stiII got to cIean up aII that rice
Hey, you know... Hey!
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?
SaIIy Tomato. Why don't you 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! Oh , get Iost, wiII you?
Get out!
I'm a writer.W-R-I-T-E-R.
-PIease.. Please
- One at a time. PIease, one. one, pIease. - Good .
Wait a minute. I can't answer all your questions.
Wait a minute. Just one at a time.
Knock it off!
- Now, darIing , why don't you start?
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?
WeII , you must've known Tomato was part of the narcotics syndicate.
Mr Tomato never mentioned narcotics to me.
It makes me furious the way aII these wretched peopIe 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!
- Yeah . - Mr. Paul Varjak?
Yeah.
Ready with Mr. Berman in Hollywood.
Kindly deposit $3.00 for the first 3 minutes, please
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. 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. l don't want any part of it. - Do you hear me?
You sound like you're in a tunnel.
It's this executive phone I have.
- What? - Executive phone!
Fred baby, they onIy got her on $10,000 baiI.
My lawyer can get her out at 10 A.M.this morning.
I'II teII you what you 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 hoteI under a phoney name, right?
You wanna keep away from the reporters as much as possibIe.
- Do you know what I mean? WiII you do that? - Sure, Mr Berman
I can't tell you how much I appreciate...
Forget it. I owe her something.
Not that I owe her anything, I mean, if you reaIIy 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, driver. 84th and Madison.
O.J. thinks it would be a good idea if you stayed out of sight for a while.
I got most of your stuff here, incIuding 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 baiI, they'II Iock 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.
And that'II give me dipIomatic immunity or something.
I wouldn't be on it.
What is it, darling?
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...
Sure you want me to? 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 didn't really 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.
Now 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.
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.
- I'm not gonna Iet anyone put me in a cage. - I don't want to put you in a cage. I want to Iove 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 coupIe 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've got no guts.
You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, Iife'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 caII yourseIf a free spirit, a wiId 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.
cat! Cat. Oh cat.