03 Chapter 2

（Late into the night, Princess Anne escapes from the embassy. She sleeps in the street, happens to be met by Joe, a journalist.)

Anne: So happy... how are you this evening?

Joe: Hey, Hey, hey, ...wake up.

Anne: Thank you. Very much delighted.

Joe: Wake up.

Anne: No, thank you. Charmed.

Joe: Charmed too.

Joe: I think you'd better sit up. You're much too young to get picked up by the police.

Anne: Police?

Joe: Yup, police.

Anne: Oh, 2:15 and back here to change...2:45...

Joe: You know, people who can't handle liquor shouldn't drink.

Anne: "If I were dad and buried and I heard your voice, beneath the sod, my heart of dust would still rejoice"... do you know that poem?

Joe: What do you know. You're well-read, well-dressed...snoozing away in a public street. Would you care to make a statement?

Anne: What the world needs is a return to sweetness and decency in the sounds of it's young men..

Joe: Yet, I couldn't agree with you more, but...(Joe summons a taxi) get yourself some coffee...you'll be alright. Look, you take the cab.

Anne: Hmm.

Joe: Come on. Climb in the cab and go home.

Anne: So happy.

Joe: You got any money?

Anne: I never carry money.

Joe: That's a bad habit. All right, I'll wrap you up. Come on.

Anne: It's a taxi.

Joe: It's not the super-chief.

Driver: Where are you going?

Joe: Where do you live?

Anne: Coliseum.

Joe: No, come on, you're not that drunk.

Anne: You're so smart. I'm not drunk at all. I'm just being very happy.

Joe: Don't go to sleep again, come on.

Driver: Where are we going?

Joe: Look now where do you want to go? Where shall I take you? Where do you live? Come on, Where do you live? Come on where do you live??

Anne:Coliseum.

Joe: She lives in the Coliseum.

Driver: Is wrong address. Now look, señorita, for me is very late, Wife, I have three babies, Three babies. You know baby? My taxi go home, I go home together.

Joe: Filla Marguta 51.

Driver: Filla Marguta 51, all right!

(They arrived at Joe's lodging)

Driver: Here is Filla Marguta 51, I am very happy. Thousand milla.

Joe: Milla, here.

Driver: One, two, three, four mille.

Joe: Okay, one more thousand milla for you.

Driver: For me? Thank you sir.

Joe: Okay, okay. Now look, take a little bit of that. Take her wherever she wants to go. Capito?

Driver: Moment, moment, No, no.

Joe: Look, as soon as she wakes up she'll tell you where she wants to go, ok?

Driver: Momento, momento. My taxi is not for sleep. My taxi, no sleep understand? You understand?

Joe: Look pal, this is not my problem see. I've never seen here before.

Driver: Is not your problem, is not my problem. What you want? You don' t want girl. Me don't want girl. Police ! Maybe she want girl!

Joe: Okay, okay, okay.

(Joe has no choice, but to take Anne back to his room.)

Anne: Is this the elevator?

Joe: It's my room.

Anne: I'm terribly sorry to mention it but the business is getting worse. Can I sleep here?

Joe: That's the general idea.

Anne: Can I have a silk nightgown with rosebuds on it?

(Joe takes out a pajama from the closet)

Joe: I'm afraid you'll have to rough it tonight. In these.

Anne: Pajamas!

Joe: Sorry honey, but I haven't worn a nightgown in years. 

Anne: will you help me get undressed? 

Joe: Okay. There you are. You can handle the rest.

(Joe opens a bottle of wine, and pours himself a glass.)

Anne: May I have some?

Joe: No. Now look.

Anne: 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?

Joe: I think I'll go out for a cup of coffee. You'd better go to sleep. No,no,no,no this one.(Joe takes Anne to the couch.)