brings you a special coverage...
visit to London...
goodwill tour of European capitals.
from the British...
the gracious young member...
oldest ruling families.
of continuous activity...
to Buckingham Palace...
Ann flew to Amsterdam...
the new international aid building...
and christened an ocean liner...
then went to Paris...
many official functions...
between her country...
and the Western European nations.
the eternal city...
by a spectacular military parade...
of the crack Bersagliere Regiment.
showed no sign...
continuous public appearances.
that evening...
in her honor...
ambassador to Italy.
Her Royal Highness.
His Excellency,|the Papal Nuncio...
Monsignor Altomonte.
Sir Hugo Macey de Farmington.
- Good evening, Sir Hugo.|- Good evening, Your Royal Highness.
His Highness,|the Maharajah of Khanipur...
and the Rajkumari.
- I'm so glad that you could come.|- Thank you.
Thank you, madame.
Prince Istvar Barlossy Nagayavaros.
How do you do?
Sir Hari Singh...
and Karak Singh.
The Count and Countess|von Marstrand.
Good evening, Countess.
Good evening.
Good evening.
How do you do?
I hate this nightgown.
I hate all my nightgowns.
And I hate all my underwear too.
My dear,|you have lovely things.
But I'm not 200 years old.
- Why can't I sleep in pajamas?|- Pajamas?
Just the top part.
Did you know there are people who sleep|with absolutely nothing on at all?
I rejoice to say|that I did not.
Listen.
Oh, and your slippers.
Please put on your slippers|and come away from the window.
Your milk and crackers.
Everything we do|is so wholesome.
They'll help you to sleep.
I'm too tired to sleep.|I shan't sleep a wink.
Now, my dear, if you don't mind,|tomorrow's schedule.
Or schedule. Whichever you prefer.|Both are correct.
where you'll be presented|with a small car.
Thank you.
- Which you will not accept.|- No, thank you.
which will present you|with an olive tree.
- No, thank you.|- Which you will accept.
Thank you.
You will preside over the laying of the|cornerstone. Same speech as last Monday.
- Trade relations.|- Yes.
For the orphans?
No, no, the other one.
- Youth and progress.|- Precisely.
No, that's wrong.|11:45, conference here with the press.
Sweetness and decency.
You will wear your white lace|and carry a bouquet of...
Very small pink roses.
Thank you.
No, thank you.|How do you do?
Charmed.|So happy.
Stop!
Stop, stop, stop!
It's all right, dear.|It didn't spill.
I don't care if it spilled or not.|I don't care if I drowned in it!
My dear, you're ill.
I'll send for Dr. Bonnachoven.
I don't want Dr. Bonnachoven!
- Please let me die in peace.|- You're not dying.
Leave me!
- Leave me!|- It's nerves.
Control yourself, Ann.
I don't want to!
Your Highness.
I'll get Dr. Bonnachoven.
It's no use.
I'll be dead|before he gets here.
- She is asleep.|- She was in hysterics three minutes ago.
- Are you asleep, ma'am?|- No!
I'll only disturb|Your Royal Highness for a moment.
I'm very ashamed.
Suddenly I was crying.
To cry is a perfectly normal|thing to do.
It's most important she be calm|and relaxed for the press conference.
Don't worry, Doctor.
I'll be calm and relaxed.
I'll bow and I'll smile and...
I'll improve trade relations and...
There she goes again, Doctor.|Give her something, please.
Uncover her arm, please.
What's that?
Sleep and calm.
This will relax you and make|Your Highness feel a little happy.
It's a new drug.|Quite harmless.
There.
I don't feel any different.
You will.
It may take a little time|to take hold.
Just lie back.
Can I keep just one light on?
Of course.
Best thing I know is to do|exactly what you wish for a while.
Thank you, Doctor.
Oh, the general!|Doctor, quick!
I'm perfectly all right.
Good night, ma'am.
- Good night, ma'am.|- Good night, Doctor.
Bet 500.
Five hundred.|How many?
One.
I'll take one.
Three.
Foolish boy.
Two for papa.
Five hundred more.
Without looking.
Five hundred,|and I'll raise you a thousand.
Two pairs.
Oh, well, I got|three shy little sevens.
A nervous straight.
Come home, you fools.
Look at that... 6,500.
Not bad.|That's ten bucks.
One more round and I'm gonna throw|you gents right out in the snow.
- Say, what do you mean?|- I gotta get up early.
A date with Her Royal Highness who|will graciously pose for some pictures.
What do you mean "early"?|My personal invitation says 11:45.
Couldn't be anything to do|with the fact that you're ahead?
- It could.|- Well, it works out fine for me.
This is my last 5,000,|and you hyenas are not gonna get it.
Thanks a lot, Irving. See you|at Annie's little party in the morning.
- "Ciao", Joe.|- Good night, Joe.
All right,|a little seven-card stud.
Okay with me.
So happy.
How are you this evening?
Hey, wake up.
- Thank you very much. Delighted.|- Wake up.
No, thank you.
Charmed.
Charmed too.
You may sit down.
I think you'd better sit up. Much too|young to get picked up by the police.
- Police?|- Yep. Police.
You know, people who can't|handle liquor shouldn't drink it.
"If I were dead and buried|and I heard your voice...
beneath the sod|my heart of dust...
would still rejoice."
Do you know that poem?
What do you know?
You're well-read...
well-dressed...
and snoozing away|on a public street.
Would you care|to make a statement?
What the world needs...
is a return|to sweetness and decency...
in the souls|of its young men and...
Yeah, I couldn't agree|with you more, but...
Get yourself some coffee.|You'll be all right.
Look, you take the cab.
Come on, climb in the cab|and go home.
- So happy.|- Got any money?
- Never carry money.|- That's a bad habit.
All right, I'll drop you off.|Come on.
- It's a taxi.|- Well, it's not the Super Chief.
Where are we going?
Where do you live?
Coliseum.
Oh, come on.|You're not that drunk.
You're so smart.|I'm not drunk at all.
I'm just being very happy.
Don't go to sleep again.|Come on.
Where we going?
Look, where do you want to go?|Where shall I take you?
Where do you live?|Huh? Huh?
Come on. Come on.|Where do you live?
Come on.|Where do you live?
Coliseum.
She lives in the Coliseum.
Is wrong address.
Look, "signore", for me|it is very late night.
"Mia moglie"... My wife.
I have three "bambino"...|You know "bambino"?
My taxi go home.|I go home together. Excuse me...
Via Margutta 51.
Cinquant'uno.
I am very happy.
Thousand lira.
One, two, three, four "mille".
Okay.
For me?
Now look,|take a little bit of that...
take her wherever|she wants to go.
Good night.
All right, look...
as soon as she wakes up|she'll tell you where she wants to go.
- Okay.|- Moment. Moment.
My taxi is not for sleep.
Understand?|You understand?
Look, pal,|this is not my problem, see?
I never see her before.|Huh? Okay.
Is not your problem.|Is not my problem.
What you want?|You don't want girl, yeah?
Me don't want girl.
Police.|Maybe she want girl.
Stay calm, stay calm.
So happy.
So happy.
I oughta have|my head examined.
Is this the elevator?
It's my room.
I'm terribly sorry|to mention it, but...
the dizziness is getting worse.
Can I sleep here?
Well, that's the general idea.
Can I have a silk nightgown|with rosebuds on it?
I'm afraid you'll have to|rough it tonight...
in these.
Pajamas.
Sorry, honey, but I haven't|worn a nightgown in years.
Will you help me|get undressed, please?
Okay.
There you are.|You can handle the rest.
May I have some?
No.
Now, look...
This is very unusual.
I've never been alone|with a man before...
even with my dress on.
With my dress off,|it's most unusual.
I don't seem to mind.
Do you?
I think I'll go out|for a cup of coffee.
You'd better get to sleep.
On this one.
Terribly nice.
These are pajamas.
They're to sleep in.|You're to climb into them.
- You understand?|- Thank you.
Then you do your sleeping|on the couch, not on the bed.
Not on the chair.|On the couch. Is that clear?
- Do you know my favorite poem?|- You already recited that for me.
"Arethusa arose|from her couch of snows...
in the Acroceraunian Mountains."
- Keats.|- Shelley.
You just keep your mind off the poetry|and on the pajamas.
Everything will be all right.
- Keats.|- Shelley. I'll be back in ten minutes.
Keats.
You have my permission...
to withdraw.
Thank you very much.
- Well?|- No trace, Your Excellency.
- Have you searched the grounds?|- From the attics to the cellar, sir.
I must put you on your honor|not to speak of this to anyone.
I must remind you that the princess|is the direct heir to the throne.
This must be classified|as top crisis secret.
Have I your pledge?
- Yes, sir.|- Very well.
Now we must notify|Their Majesties.
So happy.
The pleasure's mine.
Screwball.
Holy smoke.|The princess interview.
Hi, Joe.
- Good morning, Joe.|- Hello, honey.
Mr. Hennessy|has been looking for you.
Uh-oh.
Thanks a lot, hon.
Come in!
- You been looking for me?|- Just coming to work?
Who, me?
We start our days at 8:30|in this office.
- We pick up our assignments...|- I picked mine up last night.
- What assignment was that?|- The princess, 11:45.
You've already been|to the interview?
Sure.|I just got back.
Well, well, well.
All my apologies.
- It's all right.|- Very interesting.
- Just routine.|- She answered the questions on the list?
Well, of course she did.
- I've got them right here somewhere.|- Don't disturb yourself.
I have a copy here.
How did Her Highness react to the idea|of a European federation?
She thought it was just fine.
She did?
Well, she thought|there would be two effects.
Two.
The direct and the indirect.
Remarkable.
Naturally, she thought that|the indirect would not be as direct...
as the direct.
At least not right away.
Later on, of course,|well, nobody knows.
Well, well, well.
That was a shrewd observation.
They fool you, these royal kids.
They've got a lot more on the ball|than we suspect.
How did she feel about|the future friendship of nations?
Youth.
She felt that|the youth of the world...
must... lead the way...
to a better...
world.
Original.
By the way,|what was she wearing?
Oh, you mean|what did she have on?
Well, that's usually|what it means.
What's the matter?|Little warm for you?
No, I just hurried over here.
Naturally, with a story|of these dimensions.
Did you say|she was wearing gray?
- No, I didn't say that.|- Well, she usually wears gray.
Oh. Well, it was|a kind of a gray.
I think I know the dress you mean.|It has a gold collar.
That's the one. I didn't know exactly|how to describe it, but that's it.
I think you described it|very well...
in view of the fact that Her Highness|was taken violently ill at 3:00 a.m. ...
put to bed with a high fever...
and has had all her appointments|for today cancelled in toto!
In toto?
Yes, Mr. Bradley.
In toto.
That's certainly|pretty hard to swallow.
In view of the fact|that you just left her, of course.
But here it is, all over the front page|of every newspaper in Rome.
All right, all right, I overslept.|It could happen to anybody.
If you ever got up early enough|to read a morning paper...
you might discover|little news events...
little items|of general interest...
that might prevent you in the future|from getting immersed...
in such a gold-plated, triple-decked,|star-spangled lie as you just told me.
If I were you, I'd try some other line|of business, like mattress testing.
Is this the princess?
Yes, Mr. Bradley,|that is the princess.
It isn't Annie Oakley, Dorothy Lamour|or Madame Chiang Kai-shek.
Take a good look at her. You might be|interviewing her again someday.
Am I fired?
No, you're not fired.
When I want to fire you,|you won't have to ask.
You'll know you're fired.
The man's mad.
Giovanni, it's Joe Bradley.
Now listen carefully.
I want you to hurry up to my place and|see if there's somebody there asleep.
"S", Mr. Joe.
I look... "subito".
You wait... "aspetta".
Mr. Joe?
Yeah... Yeah, yeah.|Tell me, tell me.
Giovanni, I love you.|Now, listen...
Yes, Mr. Joe.
A gun?
No!
Yes, a gun, a knife, anything!
But nobody goes in,|and nobody goes out.
Okay.
You still here?
How much would a real interview|with this dame be worth?
You mean Her Highness?
I don't mean Annie Oakley,|Dorothy Lamour or Madame... How much?
What do you care?|You got as much chance...
I know, but if I did,|how much would it be worth?
Oh, just a plain talk on|world conditions might be worth 250.
Her views on clothes, of course, would|be worth a lot more. Maybe a thousand.
- Dollars?|- Dollars.
I'm talking about her views|on everything.
The private and secret longings...
of a princess.
Her innermost thoughts, as revealed|to your Rome correspondent...
in a private, personal...
exclusive...
interview.
Can't use it, huh?
I didn't think you'd like it.
Come here.
Love angle too, I suppose.
Practically all love angle.
With pictures.
Could be. How much?
That particular story would be worth|five grand to any news service.
But tell me, Mr. Bradley,|if you are sober...
just how you are going to obtain|this fantastic interview.
I plan to enter her sick room|disguised as a thermometer.
You said five grand?|I want you to shake on that.
You realize Her Highness is in bed today|and leaves for Athens tomorrow.
I'd like to make|a little side bet with you.
Five hundred says|you don't come up with the story.
- What are you looking at that for?|- I just want to see what time it is.
What day it is.
- It's a deal.|- Now I'd like you to shake.
You're into me|for about 500 now.
When you lose this bet,|you'll owe me a thousand.
Why, you poor sucker.|I'll practically own you.
You have practically owned me for|a couple of years, but that's all over.
I'm gonna win that money, and I'm gonna|buy a one-way ticket back to New York.
Go on.|I love to hear you whine.
And when I'm back in a real newsroom,|I'll enjoy thinking about you...
sitting here with an empty leash in|your hands and nobody to twitch for you.
So long, pigeon.
- Everything okay, Giovanni?|- "S", Signore Joe.
Nobody she's come,|nobody she's go.
- Absolutely nobody.|- Swell.
Thanks a lot.
How would you like|to make some money?
That's the stuff.
I've got a sure thing.
Double your money back|in two days.
Double my money?
Well, I need a little|investment capital to swing the deal.
Now, if you'll just|lend me a little cash...
You...
owing me two months rent.
And you want me|to lend you money?
Tomorrow you'll be sorry.
Your Highness?
Your Royal Highness?
Yes? What is it?
Dear Dr. Bonnachoven.
Oh, sure, yes.
Well, you're fine.|Much better.
Is there anything you want?
So many things.
Yes?|Well, tell the doctor.
Tell the good doctor everything.
I dreamt and I dreamt.
Yes?|Well, what did you dream?
I dreamt I was asleep|in the street...
and a young man came.
He was tall and strong...
and he was so mean to me.
He was?
It was wonderful.
Good morning.
Where's Dr. Bonnachoven?
I'm afraid I don't know anybody|by that name.
- Wasn't I talking to him just now?|- Afraid not.
Have I had an accident?
Quite safe for me to sit up?
Oh, perfectly.
Thank you.
Are these yours?
Did you lose something?
Would you be so kind|as to tell me...
where I am?
Well, this is what is|laughingly known as my apartment.
Did you bring me here by force?
Quite the contrary.
Have I been here all night...
alone?
If you don't count me, yes.
So I've spent the night here...
with you.
Well, now, I don't know|that I'd use those words exactly.
But...
from a certain angle...
yes.
How do you do?
How do you do?
- And you are?|- Bradley. Joe Bradley.
Delighted.
You don't know|how delighted I am to meet you.
You may sit down.
Thank you very much.
What's your name?
You may call me...
Anya.
Thank you... Anya.
- Would you like a cup of coffee?|- What time is it?
About 1:30.
- I must get dressed and go.|- Why?
What's your hurry?|There's lots of time.
Oh, no, there isn't. And I've been|quite enough trouble to you as it is.
Trouble?
You're not|what I would call trouble.
I'm not?
I'll run a bath for you.
There you are.
Here we go now.
There you are.|That does it.
Give me a little slack,|will ya.
Irving! Why don't you answer the phone?|Look, this is Joe.
Can you get here|in five minutes?
Oh, no, I can't come now, Joe.|I'm busy.
Joe, I'm up to my ears in work.
Get into your next outfit, honey.|The canoe.
What kind of scoop?
I can't talk over the telephone.
One word in the wrong quarter, and|this whole thing might blow sky high.
It's front page stuff.|That's all I can tell you.
It might be political, it might be a|sensational scandal. I'm not sure which.
But it's a big story.|It's gotta have pictures.
But I can't come now.|I'm busy...
I'm busy now, and I'm meeting Francesca|at Rocca's in half an hour.
Don't understand.
There you are.
I was looking at|all the people out here.
It must be fun|to live in a place like this.
It has its moments.
I can give you a running commentary|on each apartment.
I must go.
- I only waited to say good-bye.|- Good-bye?
But we've only just met.
- How about breakfast?|- I'm sorry. I haven't time.
Must be a pretty important date|to run off without eating.
It is.
Well, I'll go along with you|wherever you are going.
That's all right, thank you.|I can find the place.
Thank you for letting me|sleep in your bed.
Oh, that's all right.
- Think nothing of it.|- It was very considerate of you.
You must've been awfully|uncomfortable on that couch.
No. Do it all the time.
Good-bye, Mr. Bradley.
Good-bye.
Go right through there,|down all the steps.
Well... small world.
Yes. I almost forgot.
Can you lend me some money?
Oh. Yeah.
That's right.|You didn't have any last night.
How much was it|that you wanted?
Well, I don't know how much I need.|How much have you got?
Suppose we split this 50-50.|Here's a thousand lira.
A thousand?
- You can spare all that?|- It's about a dollar and a half.
Oh.
Well, I'll arrange for it|to be sent back to you.
What is your address?
Via Margutta 51.
Via Margutta 51.
Joe Bradley.
Good-bye. Thank you.
Double my money, eh?
- Tell me how I double my money that way?|- Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
Yeah, tomorrow.
What wonderful hair you have.
Just cut, thank you.
Just cut?
Well, then...
cut so?
Higher.
Higher?
- Here?|- More.
- Here?|- Even more.
Where?
There.
There.
- Are you sure, miss?|- I'm quite sure, thank you.
All off?
All off.
Off.
- Are you sure?|- Yes.
Off!
Off!
Off.
Off!
That's a nice little camera|you have there. It's nice.
You don't mind|if I just borrow it, do you?
- Miss Weber!|- Just for a couple of minutes.
Let go. It's my camera.
You musician, maybe?
You artist?
Painter?
I know! You "modella"!
- Model, huh?|- Thank you.
It's perfect.
You be nice without long hair.
Now it's cool.
Yes. It's just what I wanted.
Now, why you not come|dancing tonight with me?
You should see. It's so nice.
It's on a boat on the "Tevere"...
Tiber. The river by Sant'Angelo.
Moonlight, music.
It's very, very... Very.
- Please? You come?|- I wish I could.
But... But your friend,|I not think they recognize you.
No, I don't think they will.
- Oh, thank you very much.|- Thank you.
After 9:00, I'll be there|dancing on river.
Remember Sant'Angelo.|All my friends...
If you come, you will be|most pretty of all girl.
Thank you.
- Good-bye.|- Good-bye.
- Gelato?|- Gelato.
Thank you.
A thousand lire.
No money.
I'm sorry.|I've really no money.
Look.
I'm sorry.
Well, it's you.
- Yes, Mr. Bradley.|- Or is it?
- Do you like it?|- Yeah. Very much.
So that was your|mysterious appointment.
- I have a confession to make.|- Confession?
Yes. I ran away last night...|from school.
Oh, what was the matter,|trouble with the teacher?
No, nothing like that.
You don't just run away|from school for nothing.
I only meant it to be|for an hour or two.
They gave me something last night|to make me sleep.
Oh, I see.
Now I'd better get a taxi|and go back.
Look, before you do...
why don't you take|a little time for yourself?
Maybe another hour.
Live dangerously.|Take the whole day.
I could do some of the things|I've always wanted to.
- Like what?|- Oh, you can't imagine.
I'd like to do just whatever I like|the whole day long.
You mean things like having|your hair cut, eating gelato?
Yes. I'd like to sit at a sidewalk cafe|and look in shop windows...
walk in the rain...
have fun and|maybe some excitement.
Doesn't seem much to you, does it?
It's great.
Tell you what. Why don't we|do all those things together?
- Don't you have to work?|- Work?
No. Today's gonna be a holiday.
You don't want to do|a lot of silly things.
Don't I? First wish,|one sidewalk cafe coming right up.
I know just the place.|Rocca's.
What will the people at school say|when they see your new haircut?
They'll have a fit.
What would they say if they knew|I'd spent the night in your room?
Well, I'll tell you what. You don't|tell your folks, and I won't tell mine.
- It's a pact.|- What would you like to drink?
Champagne, please.
Champagne?
Well, champagne "per la signorina"|and cold coffee for me.
Must be quite a life you have|in that school. Champagne for lunch.
- Only on special occasions.|- For instance?
The last time|was my father's anniversary.
- Wedding?|- No. It was the 40th anniversary of...
of the day he got his job.
What does he do?
Well, mostly you might call it|public relations.
Oh, well, that's hard work.
- Yes. I wouldn't care for it.|- Does he?
- I've heard him complain about it.|- Why doesn't he quit?
Well, people in that line of work|almost never do quit...
unless it's actually unhealthy|for them to continue.
Well, here's to his health, then.
You know,|that's what everybody says.
- It's all right?|- Yes, thank you.
What is your work?
Oh, I'm, uh,|in the selling game.
Really? How interesting.|What do you sell?
Fertilizer.
Chemicals. You know, chemicals.|Stuff like that.
Irving!|Well, am I glad to see you!
Why?|Did you forget your wallet?
- Pull up a chair. Sit down with us.|- So you're gonna introduce me?
Yes. This is a good friend of mine,|Irving Radovich. Anya, Irving.
Yes. This is a good friend of mine,|Irving Radovich. Anya, Irving.
- Anya...|- Smith.
- Hiya, Smitty.|- Charmed.
Hey, anybody ever tell you|you're a dead ringer for...
Well, I guess I'll be going.
Don't do anything like that, Irving.|Sit down. Join us. Join us.
Well, just till Francesca gets here.
- Tell me, Mr. Radovich...
- what is a ringer?|- Waiter?
It's an American term,|and it means...
anyone who has|a great deal of charm.
Oh. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Cousins.
Mr. Bradley's just been telling me|all about his work.
- I'd like to have heard that.|- What do you do?
I'm in the same racket as Joe,|only I'm...
I'm awfully sorry, Irving.
- For the love of... What are you...|- I'm sorry, Irving.
I can take a hint.|I'll see you around.
- Your drink's here. Please sit down.|- Here's your drink. Take it easy.
I'm sorry about that.|Sit down. That's a good fellow.
That's a boy.
- You're twisting my arm, you know.|- Just be more careful not to spill.
Spill? Who's been doing|the spilling?
- You.|- Me?
Yeah.
Where did you find this loony?
You're okay.|Here's to you, huh?
Here's hoping for the best.
If it wasn't for that hair,|I'd swear that...
Thanks.
You slipped, Irving.|Slipped and almost hurt yourself.
I slipped?|I almost hurt myself?
- Joe, I didn't slip!|- You've got a bad sprain.
- Never mind I got a sprain.|- We'd better go and get it fixed up.
- Excuse us for a minute.|- Yes, of course. I'm so sorry.
Joe, now wait a minute.|What are you trying to do?
- Have you got your lighter?|- What's that got to do with it?
- Have you got it?|- Yeah, but what are you trying to do?
Listen. What would you do|for five grand?
Five grand?
She doesn't know|who I am or what I do.
Look, Irving, this is my story.|I dug it up. I gotta protect it.
She's really the...
Your tintypes are gonna make|this little epic twice as valuable.
- "The princess goes slumming."|- You're in for 25% of the take.
- The take's five G's.|- Minimum. Hennessy shook hands on it.
- That's $ 1,500.|- It's 1,250.
- Okay. Now you shake.|- Okay, now lend me 30,000.
That's 50 bucks.|You gonna buy the crown jewels?
She's out there now drinking|champagne that I can't pay for.
We got to entertain her, don't we?
We can't go running around town|with a hot princess.
Do you want in on this deal|or don't you?
This I want back Saturday.
Now where's your lighter?|Let's go to work.
- Better now?|- Huh?
- Your ear.|- My ear?
Oh, yeah. Joe fixed it.
Would you care for a cigarette?
Yes, please.
You won't believe this,|but it's my very first.
Your very first?
No smoking in school, hmm?
Your first cigarette.
There. The gizmo works.
Well, what's the verdict?|Okay?
Nothing to it.
That's right. Nothing to it.
I'll stretch my legs a little here.
- I'll pick this one up, Irving.|- Yeah. You can afford it.
Well, what shall we do next?|Shall we make out a little schedule?
Oh, not that word, please.
Oh, I didn't mean a work...|school schedule.
I meant a fun schedule.
- Oh, yes. Let's just go.|- How about you, Irving? Are you ready?
- Yeah.|- Let's go.
This is...
- Smitty.|- She's a grand girl, Irving. Grand.
Five grand, Irving.
Where are you going now?
Honey, I got to work.|I'll call you tonight.
Look at those men!
They were supposed to be|inconspicuous.
You asked for plainclothes.
Stop! Come back!
- Let me take it.|- No. Let go. I can do it.
I'm going straight from now on.
American news service?|What did he mean?
Well, you say you're with the press,|you can get away with anything.
Go to church to get married|on a scooter. That's a hot one.
Joe's a wonderful liar.
Congratulations. Congratulations.
You don't have to look so worried.|I won't hold you to it.
Thank you very much.
You don't have to be too grateful.
Okay, I won't.
I'm a good liar, too, aren't I?
- The best I ever met.|- Uh-huh.
Thank you very much.
Say!
Come with me.
The mouth of truth. The legend is|that if you're given to lying...
and put your hand in there,|it'll be bitten off.
- Oh, what a horrid idea.|- Let's see you do it.
Let's see you do it.
Sure.
Hello.
You beast!|It was perfectly all right!
- I'm sorry. It's just a joke.|- Oh, you never hurt your hand.
- I'm sorry. You okay?|- Yes.
All right. Let's go.|Look out!
I'll park at the corner.
What do they mean,|all these inscriptions?
Well, each one represents|a wish fulfilled.
It all started during the war when|there was an air raid right out here.
A man with his four children|was caught in the street.
They ran over against the wall|right there for shelter...
and prayed for safety.
Bombs fell very close,|but no one was hurt.
Later on, the man came back and|he put up the first of these tablets.
Since then,|it's become sort of a shrine.
People come, and whenever|their wishes are granted...
they put up another one|of these little plaques.
Lovely story.
Read some of the inscriptions.
Make a wish?
Tell the doctor?
Anyway, the chances of it|being granted are very slight.
Well, what now?
I've heard of a wonderful place|for dancing on a boat.
- The barges down by Sant'Angelo.|- Yes. Couldn't we go there tonight?
- Why not?|- Anything you wish.
Then at midnight,|I'll turn into a pumpkin...
and drive away in my glass slipper.
And that'll be|the end of the fairy tale.
- Well, I guess Irving has to go now.|- I do?
That big business development of yours|that you have to attend to.
- Oh, the development.|- Can't afford not to take care of that.
Yeah. I'll see you later, Smitty.
- Good luck with the big development.|- Thanks.
Two, please.
Hello.
Hello.
Mr. Bradley, if you|don't mind my saying so...
- I think you are a ringer.|- A what?
Oh, thanks very much.
You've spent the whole day doing things|I've always wanted to. Why?
I don't know.|It seemed the thing to do.
I never heard of anybody so kind.
It wasn't any trouble.
Or so completely unselfish.
Let's have a drink at the bar.
There you are!|I look for you a long time.
I think maybe you not come.
Off! All off!
It's nice without, isn't it?|Cool.
- Oh, very, very good.|- This is Mr. Bradley.
I Mario Delani.
- Old friends?|- Yes. He cut my hair this afternoon.
He invited me here tonight.
Well, what did you say|the name was?
Delani. Mario Delani.
I'm very glad to know you.
Me too.
Oh, may I enjoy myself|the pleasure?
- Do you mind?|- No, no. Go right ahead.
Thank you.
- Did I miss anything?|- You're just in time, pal.
- Who's Smitty dancing with?|- Her barber.
Cut her hair this afternoon,|made a date for tonight.
The princess and the barber.
What is it?
August.
Thank you!
Bye.
Your Highness.
You'll dance quietly|towards the entrance.
- There is a car waiting.|- No.
- Your Highness, please.|- You've made a mistake.
Let me go. Will you let me go?
Mr. Bradley! Let me go!|Mr. Bradley!
Hit him again, Smitty!
- Joe, here are my car keys.|- Police, police. Come on.
The other side of the bridge.
- All right?|- Fine. How are you?
Oh, fine.
Say, you know,|you were great back there.
You weren't so bad yourself.
L...
I guess we better get Irving's car|and get out of here.
This is the American hour from Rome...
of musical selections.
- Everything ruined?|- No. They'll be dry in a minute.
Suits you.|You should always wear my clothes.
It seems I do.
I thought a little wine might be good.
- Shall I cook something?|- No kitchen. Nothing to cook.
- I always eat out.|- Do you like that?
- I always eat out.|- Do you like that?
Well, life isn't always|what one likes, is it?
No, it isn't.
- Tired?|- A little.
- You've had quite a day.|- A wonderful day.
broadcasting a special news bulletin...
in English and Italian.
the bedside of Princess Ann in Rome...
last leg of her European goodwill tour.
that her condition may be serious...
among the people in her country.
- The news can wait till tomorrow.|- Yes.
May I have a little more wine?
I'm sorry I couldn't|cook us some dinner.
Did you learn how in school?
I'm a good cook.|I could earn my living at it.
I can sew, too,|and clean a house and iron.
I learned to do all those things.|I just haven't had the chance...
to do it for anyone.
Well, looks like I'll have to move...
and get myself|a place with a kitchen.
Yes.
I shall have to go now.
There's... something|that I want to tell you.
No, please.
Nothing.
I must go and get dressed.
Stop at the next corner, please.
Here?
Yes.
I have to leave you now.
I'm going to that corner there|and turn.
You must stay in the car|and drive away.
Promise not to watch me|go beyond the corner.
Just drive away and leave me...
as I leave you.
All right.
I don't know how to say good-bye.
I can't think of any words.
Don't try.
Your Royal Highness...
Twenty-four hours...|they can't all be blank.
They are not.
But what explanation|am I to offer Their Majesties?
I was indisposed.|I am better.
Ma'am, you must appreciate|that I have my duty to perform...
just as Your Royal Highness|has her duty.
Your Excellency,|I trust you will not find it necessary...
to use that word again.
Were I not completely aware of my duty|to my family and my country...
I would not have|come back tonight...
or, indeed, ever again.
And now...
since I understand we have|a very full schedule today...
you have my permission|to withdraw.
No milk and crackers.
That will be all, thank you,|Countess.
- Is it true? Did you really get it?|- Did I get what?
The princess story, the exclusive.|Did you get it?
- No, I didn't get it.|- What? But that's impossible.
- Have a cup of coffee or something?|- Joe, you can't hold out on me.
- Who's holding out on you?|- You are. I know too much.
First, you come into my office and ask|about an exclusive on the princess.
Next, you disappear. Then I get the rumor|from my contact at the embassy...
that the princess isn't sick at all|and she's out on the town.
What kind of newspaperman are you?|You believe every two-bit rumor?
Yeah, and a lot of other rumors about|a shindig on a barge down by the river...
and the arrest|of eight secret service men...
from a country|which shall be nameless.
And then comes the news|of the lady's miraculous recovery.
It all adds up.
And don't think by playing hard-to-get|you'll raise the price of that story.
A deal's a deal.|Now, come on, come on, come on.
- Where is that story?|- I have no story.
Then what was the idea of...
Man, wait till you see these!
Hiya, Mr. Hennessy.|You got here at the right time.
Wait'll you get a look...
What's the idea?
What do you mean charging|in here and spilling things?
- Who's spilling?|- You did!
I spoke to you about that once before,|don't you remember?
- Joe, look at my pants.|- Come in here and dry 'em off.
Aw, nuts to that.|Hey, did you tell him about Smitty?
Smitty?
Mr. Hennessy, wait till...
There you go again, Irving.
All right, save that till later.|You're here early anyway.
- Why don't you go home and... shave?|- Shave?
Or else keep quiet till Mr. Hennessy|and I are finished talking.
Hey, what kind of a routine is that?
What are you two guys up to?|Who's Smitty?
He's a guy that we met.|You wouldn't care for him.
- What am I supposed to look at?|- Just a couple of Irving's dames.
You wouldn't like 'em.
Maybe you would.
Don't change the subject. When you|came back into my office yesterday...
Yesterday I thought I had|a good lead, but I was wrong.
That's all there is to it.|There is no story.
She's holding the press interview today.|Same time, same place.
Maybe that's one story|you can get.
- And you owe me 500 bucks!|- Take it out of my salary.
- Fifty bucks a week.|- Don't think I won't.
Hey, what gives?|Have we had a better offer?
Irving, I don't know|just how to tell you this, but...
Wait till I sit down.
Well, in regard to the story|that goes with these...
- there is no story.|- Why not?
- There is no story.|- Why not?
I mean, not as far|as I'm concerned.
Hey, the pictures|came out pretty well.
You want to have|a look at 'em?
How about a blowup|from a negative that size, huh?
Oh, that's her first cigarette.
Oh, yeah.|Hey, the mouth of truth.
You want to know the caption|I had in mind there?
"Barber cuts in." Huh?
Here's the one I figured would be|the key shot for the whole layout...
- "The wall where wishes come true."|- Joe, that's good.
Lead off with that,|then follow up with the wishes.
I dug that up out of the file.|"Princess inspects police."
Yeah.
"Police inspects princess."
How about... Oh, wait.|I got a topper for you.
- Is that a shot?|- What a picture!
"Bodyguard gets body blow."
How about this?|"Crowned head."
Oh, I get it!|That's... Joe, you got...
She's fair game, Joe.
It's always open season|on princesses.
You must be|out of your mind.
Yeah, I know, but...
Look, I can't prevent you from|selling the pictures if you want to.
- You'll get a good price for 'em.|- Yeah!
You going to the interview?
- Are you going?|- Yeah. It's an assignment, isn't it?
Yeah.
I'll see you.
It ain't much,|but it's home.
Ladies and gentlemen,|please approach.
Her Royal Highness.
Your Royal Highness...
the ladies and gentlemen|of the press.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Her Royal Highness|will now answer your questions.
I believe at the outset,|Your Highness...
that I should express|the pleasure of all of us...
at your recovery|from the recent illness.
Thank you.
Does Your Highness believe|that federation...
would be a possible solution|to Europe's economic problems?
I am in favor of any measure...
which would lead to closer|cooperation in Europe.
And what, in the opinion|of Your Highness...
is the outlook for friendship|among nations?
I have every faith in it...
as I have faith|in relations between people.
May I say, speaking|for my own press service...
we believe that|Your Highness's faith...
will not be unjustified.
I am so glad to hear you say it.
Which of the cities visited|did Your Highness enjoy the most?
Each in its own way...
Each in its own way was...|unforgettable.
It would be difficult to...
Rome.|By all means, Rome.
I will cherish my visit here|in memory...
as long as I live.
Despite your indisposition,|Your Highness?
Despite that.
Photographs may now be taken.
Thank you,|ladies and gentlemen.
Thank you very much.
I would now like to meet some of|the ladies and gentlemen of the press.
Hitchcock, "Chicago Daily News".
I'm so happy to see you here.
Lampe. "New York Herald Tribune".
Good afternoon.
Irving Radovich,|CR Photo Service.
How do you do?
May I present Your Highness...
with some commemorative photos|of your visit to Rome?
Thank you so very much.
Joe Bradley,|American News Service.
So happy, Mr. Bradley.
The London Exchange Telegraph.
Good afternoon.