All language subtitles for Light in the Piazza (1962)

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WOMAN:
"One of the most impressive
edifices in Florence

"is Pallazzo della Signoria,
or Pallazzo Vecchio,

"attributed by tradition
to an Arnolfo di Cambio,

"1298 to 1314.

The tower soars
to a height of 160 feet."

Mother, this lion
doesn't have any teeth.

I'm hot and my feet
are tired.

I've just got to sit down
somewhere.

There. Doesn't that look
like a nice, restful place?

Mother, let's have
cannelloni for dinner tonight

and some gelati
for dessert.

Mother, please?

I don't feel like
discussing it now, Clara.

You had...

You had cannelloni
for dinner last night

and again
the night before.

Mother, I worship cannelloni.
I just adore cannelloni.

Oh, alright, Clara.
It's your stomach.

You may have
cannelloni tonight.

An orange fresca
for the signorina,

and for me
Cinzano on the rocks.

Ah, si.

[WAITER LAUGHS]

Mother?

What did you say
this place is called?

Piazza della Signoria.

It's nice.

What happened here?

Well, that statue
over there,

the tall white boy,
is by Michelangelo.

You remember him.

Then, though it isn't
a very happy thought,

a man was burned to death
right over there. A monk.

Why was he burned?
Well, he was a preacher

who told them they were wicked,
and they didn't like him for it.

It all happened
a long time ago.

Grazie.

I think they must feel sorry
about it,

because they put down a plaque
on the ground to his memory.

Oh, I want to see it.

No, Clara!

[♪♪]

[LAUGHS]

Mama, he says
he's seen us before.

Do you remember?

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]
I'm afraid I don't.

Signora, I-- My--

My English
is not so, uh--

Well, my Italian
is "not so" either,

but I do thank you
for helping my daughter.

Clara, I think it's time we--
Signora, I--

On Sunday I see you
in the square.

How do you say?
The bigger square.

Piazza Repubblica.
You remember?

Music...

[IMITATING GUITAR STRUMMING]

[CLARA LAUGHS]

And the lady. You remember?
Fantastica.

♪ Oh, solo mio ♪

[LAUGHING]

Fantastic, eh?

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

My store, it is there.

Please?

Please don't think
it's rude.

Scusi, but it is
getting late and we--

CLARA:
Mother, I haven't finished
my orangeade.

Grazie mille.

Prego.

Oh, uh....

May I read it?

"Ties, Borsalino hats,

"gloves, handkerchiefs.

Everything
for the gentleman."

It's not for you,
but for your husband.

He isn't here,
unfortunately.

Ah, but you must, uh,
take him presents.

And for your husband also.

[LAUGHS]

I haven't got
a husband.

Signorina?
Yes!

Ah, forgive me.

Fabrizio Naccarelli.

I'm Clara Johnson.

John, uh, Johnson--

Johnson.

Ah, Van Johnson.

Uh-huh.

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]
[LAUGHS] Oh, no.

No, we are not related.

Signora, you have,
how to say?

The most, uh,
beautiful, uh...

tan, tan.

Grazie.

And you also, signorina.

Bella.

Oh, I'm tan all over.
My whole body.

Except for where my swimming
trunks and my-- You know.

Oh, Mother, how do you say
"bra" in Italian?

We haven't time
to look it up, dear.

Quanto?

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]
No. Really, no.

I couldn't allow that.

Va bene. Grazie.

I bring you taxi, no?

You're very kind,
but it's only a short way.

We'll walk. Grazie mille.

Ah, then you're staying
at the Savoy?

No. Not the Savoy.

The Excelsior Italia
is very near.

Oh, we're staying at The Grand.
It's a keen hotel.

FABRIZIO:
Ah, The Grand. Very nice.

Come, Clara.

Thank you again,
so very much.

Prego. Fortunatissimo.

Bye, now.

Mother, what does it mean
what he just said?

Uh, fortunat...

Fortunatissimo.

It means very happy
to have met you.

I think.

Fortunatissimo, Fabrizio.

Fortunatissimo, Clara.

[♪♪]

Finished, darling?

Almost. Shall I read it
to you?

Yes.

"Darling Daddy,
how are you?

"I'm fine except for this
morning in front of the hotel.

"I saw a dog,
a collie dog.

"He had a white spot on his nose
just like Ronnie,

"and I started to cry.

"I miss Ronnie very much.

"I miss you too.

"Mommy is fine also.

"Tonight for dinner
we had cannelloni

and then..."
[PHONE RINGS]

Excuse me, darling.

Pronto?

This is she.

Oh, hello,
Miss Hawtree.

Not at all.
I've been expecting you.

Come right up.

Who was that, Mama?

Oh, it was some very nice
English lady I heard about.

She's lived in Italy
for the past 20 years.

And she teaches Italian to
Americans and people like that.

I thought it would be fun if
she taught some Italian to you.

I already know
how to say--

"Come in" is avanti,

"good evening"
is buonasera,

and "goodbye" is ciao.

Oh, there's more to it
than that.

Let her teach you,
and then you can teach me.

Wouldn't that be fun?

You know what we could
ask her right off?

How to spell Fabrizio.

Why?

Well, I could write Daddy
all about him.

Oh, Daddy wouldn't be
interested in that.

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

You just tell Daddy some more
about that dog.

Mrs. Johnson?
Yes?

Do come in Miss Hawtree.

My daughter, Clara.
Darling, this is Miss Hawtree.

How do you do?
Hello.

Buonasera.

Why, your accent's
almost perfect.

Would you like some Strega
or Galliano?

Well, Strega I'd love,
frankly.

Really? Mother let me
taste some last night.

It's too...

It's too sticky.

Oh, everything Italian
is "too."

That's why we underdone English
adore Italy.

[MEG LAUGHS]

What a pretty broach
you're wearing.

Oh, thank you.

Mother, when I wanted
to buy you one like it,

you said you wouldn't
be caught dead in it.

Darling, why don't you
take your bath

while Miss Hawtree and I
have our drink

and talk arrangements.

Well, I have to finish
my letter to Daddy.

You can finish it
in the morning.

Alright.

Goodnight, Miss Hawtree.

Goodnight.

Very lovely-looking
your daughter.

Thank you.

Why don't we take our drinks
out to the balcony?

It'll be so much cooler there.

Do you mind
the Italian heat?

Not too much.

We're from the south,
you know.

At least I've lived
in Winston-Salem

ever since I've been
married.

That's Winston-Salem,
North Carolina?

I think I have vague idea
where that is.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

MEG:
You're so right.

Everything in Italy
is "too."

How long are you staying
in Florence?

I mean,
if you're planning

to have your daughter
learn Italian.

Well, I don't know.

A few weeks, a few days,
a few months.

It depends.

I don't know
why I hesitate.

I've been through this
so often.

I brought you out
on the balcony

not because it's cooler.

It's so that Clara
shouldn't hear.

When Clara was a little girl
she had an accident.

On the right side
of her head,

the hair hides it,
she has a scar.

It's shaped sort of like
a new moon.

Clara had a Shetland pony,

and one day while she was
grooming him, he kicked out.

At first we didn't think
Clara would live.

She was unconscious
for four days.

And now she has
that scar...

and the mental age
of a child of 10.

Oh, Mrs. Johnson.

I know.

Meeting her for the first time,
it does seem incredible.

But didn't you sense
something strange?

Well, something you couldn't
quite put your finger on.

But of course the first thing
you think is how pretty she is.

I know.

All the young men
I've had to take aside

and explain Clara
without wounding them.

My husband's
no good at it.

Too abrupt.

How awful for you.

Oh, not really anymore.

I've evolved
a sort of formula.

It goes something
like this.

Every mother, in some way,
wants a little girl

who never grows up.

And taken in that light,
I do often feel fortunate.

She's remarkably sweet,
you see.

And I find her
a great satisfaction.

Mother, I just love those green
bath salts of yours.

I used up
half the bottle.

Are you mad?
No. Of course not, darling.

Smell me.

[SNIFFING]

Essence of pine.

Delicious.

Miss Hawtree will be here
tomorrow too.

You will have
your first lesson.

Do you know,
I like Miss Hawtree.

She doesn't seem
like a teacher.

Yes. She seems very nice.

Well, I'm glad
you like her, Mother,

because now
maybe you won't have

to be with me
all the time.

Oh, I like being with you,
Clara.

There. Now I think we're ready
to turn off the light.

I'm not tired yet.

Would you read to me
a little?

Alright, dear,
but just a little.

You remember
where we left off?

I marked the place.

Mother?
Yes, dear?

Just in case I-- I go to sleep
while you're reading to me,

would you look now?

Alright.

Now, let me see.

I've already looked
in the bathroom.

So that leaves
only the closets.

Nobody there.

And under the bed.

All clear, darling.
Not a ghost in sight.

You didn't really think
there would be, did you?

Well, I feel better
when you look.

You'll have to take Mommy's
word for it, darling.

There are no ghosts,
especially in Italy.

Now, here we are.

"When the tea bell rang,

"Joe appeared looking so grim
and unapproachable

"that it took all
Amy's courage to say meekly,

"'Please forgive me, Joe.

"I'm very, very sorry''

'I never shall forgive you''
was Joe's stern answer."

I attend to that at once,
the midnight to Paris.

Buongiorno,
Signora Johnson.

Buongiorno. Any mail?

Sorry, signora.

No mail this morning.
Perhaps this afternoon.

Where are you lunching today,
may I ask?

Well, according to my schedule,
at noon we should be near

the Street of the Illustrious
Tuscans.

Is there any particular place
there that you can recommend?

Oh, in that neighborhood
you cannot go far wrong.

The Cafe Risole is perhaps
a little the best.

Grazie.
Signora.

[BELL DINGS]

FABRIZIO [OVER PHONE]:
Pronto?

Fabrizio Naccarelli.

Parla.

Fabrizo.
Questa e Carlo.

Giovanni Boccacio.

Nicolo Machiavelli.

Nicolo Machiavelli.

Is that the right way
to say it, Mother?

Well, it'll do for now.

Miss Hawtree will give us
the correct pronunciation

this afternoon.

Remind me to ask her.

Galileo Galilei.

CLARA:
Galileo Galilei.

MEG:
Pier Antonio Michelli.

Pier Antonio Michelli.

FABRIZIO:
Fabrizio Naccarrelli.

Signora! Signorina!

This is the happiest
of coincidences!

Buongiorno,
Signora Johnson.

Buongiorno, Clara.

You see?
I remember your name.

Buongiorno, Fabrizio.

Eh, come stai?

He's asking how goes it.
How are you?

Ask me that tomorrow
and I'll answer you in Italian.

I'm having a lesson
this afternoon.

Oh, scusi.

The lesson.
There is charge?

Of course.

I teach you Italian
no charge.

Oh, Mother!

That's very generous of you,

but I've already arranged
for the lessons.

And, besides, forgive me,
but I'm afraid

that your English
isn't good enough

for you to teach
Clara Italian.

Well, Clara teach me English,
I teach Clara Italian.

I don't think that would
work out too well,

but grazie mille.

Okay, I ask you in English
how are you, Signorina Clara?

Fine, thank you.

Fine, thank you.
And you, Signora Johnson?

Bene, grazie.

And, Signor Johnson,
he's fine also?

Well, we don't know.

There wasn't any
letter today.

Well, let us hope
he is well.

And Signor Van Johnson,
how is he?

[LAUGHS]
We told you we don't know him.

He's not even in the family.

Oh, scusi. I forget.

Signora, may I
offer you lunch?

Grazie, but we haven't time
for lunch.

Mother, I thought
we were going to eat

in the restaurant the concierge
told us about?

Well, unfortunately
we, uh, dawdled too long

at that museum.

We'll have to snatch
a sandwich at the hotel

before the signorina arrives
for the lesson.

Well, perhaps
some other day lunch,

or perhaps
il pranzo, dinner.

Yes, perhaps.

Straighten your hat,
Clara.

Taxi!

Fortunatissimo, Fabrizio.

No, no.
We meet already.

Now we must say arrivederla.

To again seeing you.

Oh, yes.

Arrivederla, Fabrizio.

To again
seeing you.

Arrivederla, Clara.

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

[DRIVER SPEAKS ITALIAN]

I tell him straight hotel,
no cheating.

[SHOUTING IN ITALIAN]

Buon viaggio.

Buon viaggio.
[DOORBELL BUZZES]

Have a good trip
or a good journey.

That's right.

Buone vacanze.

CLARA:
Buone vacanze.

For Signorina Johnson.

CLARA:
Is it for me, Mother?

Grazie.
CLARA: Oh, let me see!

Let me see.

Clara!

Oh!

Oh, isn't he darling?

Oh, Miss Hawtree,
isn't he the darlingest?

[READING IN ITALIAN]

"Best regards, from your friend,
Arrivederla.

Fabrizo Naccarelli."

Fabrizio!

How did he know
I worship dogs?

Isn't that sweet?

It is sweet of him,
Clara,

but we can't accept gifts
from a stranger.

We'll have to send it back.
But he's not a stranger.

We met twice.
Oh, please, Mother.

Please. Look how sad
he looks.

We've just got to give him
a home.

Please.
Alright, Clara.

If you'd just quiet down.
Thank you, Mother!

Grazie mama mia.

Is that right, Miss Hawtree?
Yes.

I know what!

Let's call Fabrizio
and thank him.

That won't be necessary,
darling.

We'll write him a nice note
and ask him please

not to do it again.

[♪♪]

Lovely, isn't it?

Hmm.

Signora Johnson. Clara.

This is the happiest
of coincidences.

Fabrizio.

Look.

I'm wearing
one of the carnations.

Grazie.
Di niente.

Fabrizio, in our note
thanking you for the dog,

we asked you please
not to send any--

Scusi, Signora. You say not
to send any more dog.

You no say do not
send fiori.

Signorna--

Grazie, Fabrizio,
but we've already had lunch.

[♪♪]

"Your mother said do not send
any more dog, any more flowers.

"She do not say no candy.

Fabrizio."
[BOTH LAUGH]

A 10-pound box.

Terrible stuff.

And he's uncanny.

He knows exactly where
we're going to be each day

and at what time.

He's a bloodhound.

Tell me, he doesn't see anything
strange in Clara?

How could he?

They just talk in bits
and pieces,

but his English
and her Italian.

But they don't seem to need
much verbal communication.

They're like two children
playing.

Two happy children.

Clara!
[LAUGHS]

Isn't that Fabrizio?

[LAUGHING]

I got your foot!

[BOTH LAUGHING]

I don't know why I should
feel surprised.

He's probably been swimming
under water

ever since
we got here.

Ah!
[LAUGHING]

I can't help thinking
of two butterflies

flitting through the sunlight.

Except that butterflies
don't really think

very much about sex.

They day my husband
and I decided

that perhaps I'd better
take Clara abroad

was the day she ran out
and threw her arms

around the grocery boy.

Oh, poor Clara.

Of course, we consulted
the usual doctors.

We had to face these problems,
they said.

Explained patiently
to Clara over and over again

what one did
and didn't do

in order to be good.

But...

I see. Impulse is innocent about
what's good or bad, isn't it?

I promised myself I wasn't
going to smoke today.

[LAUGHING]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

She's overexcited.

She'll be in tears
in a moment.

[PANTING]

If only I could do that.

Buongiorno, signori.

Buongiorno.

Look, I have a scar
over my right ear.

A scar. See?

No, no.

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

And your hair is beautiful.
[LAUGHS]

Clara, it's time
for your lesson.

If Fabrizio
would excuse you.

CLARA:
Oh, Mother, please.

No lesson today.

On one condition I excuse.

I offer you dinner tonight.

The ristorante
in Piazza Signoria.

Otherwise, I no excuse.

Well, we'd love to,
but it so happens

that tonight
we have another--

You're the meanest mother
in the whole world!

I just won't
take the lessons!

I, uh, call for you
at the hotel.

Seven o'clock.

Ciao.

Fortunatissimo, Fabrizio.

No, no.
I tell you before.

No more
fortunatissimo.

Now we say arrivederla.

I like fortunatissimo better.

You like better?

I like better.

Fortunatissimo.

Excuse me. I left the books
in the car.

Clara, I don't think we should
meet Fabrizio tonight.

I don't think we should
make friends with him.

Why not?

Because he has his own life here
and he'll stay here always.

But we must go away.

We have to go back home
and see Daddy and Ronnie.

You know how difficult it was
to leave Ronnie,

even though you were
coming back.

Well, it would be very hard
to like Fabrizio, wouldn't it?

And leave him and never
come back at all.

But I already like him.

I could
write him letters.

Things are often hard.

We'll have a nice,
quiet dinner together,

and you can have
cannelloni.

Wouldn't you like that,
Clara?

I'm not talking to you,

or to anybody else!

MEG:
My, what lovely-sounding dishes.

Clara, if you keep refusing
to eat I think you'll be sorry.

This place was very highly
recommended by the concierge.

He said that it was--
CLARA: Fabrizio!

Signorina.

Che fortuna.

There, you see?
Signora, I go to hotel.

I got to ristorante in
Piazza Signoria and no signora,

no signorina.

I am most unhappy.

I walk and I walk,
and I see you.

Che fortuna.

There was a mistake?

Yes, there was
some mistake.

Fabrizio, how pretty
you look.

Grazie

How nice you smell.

Uh, cologna. A little.

Oh, I see that, uh,
you no order.

Permette?

Yes, please do.

What do you like?

Oh, cannelloni.

[SIGHS]

If you're naughty I'm going
to make you stand in the corner.

[LAUGHS]

[COINS CLATTERING]

[TRAFFIC AMBIENCE]

Fabrizio.

Ah, Papa. Fortuna.

[LAUGHS]

I am so surprised.

Papa.

Fabrizio,
you didn't tell me.

Oh, signora, permette.

My father.

Signora e Signorina Johnson.

Piacere.
Piacere.

Piacere,
Signor Naccarelli.

How do you do?

It's a pleasure for me
to meet you.

You speak English very well,
Signor Naccarelli.

Well...

[LAUGHS]
Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

As a matter of fact,
my English is a bit rusty.

I most apologize.

During the war I came to know
many Americans.

I was fortunate enough
to be able

to do certain small things
for them in liaison.

You understand?

During the occupation.

And I found them
very simpatico.

Not like the Nazis,
whom I detested,

absolutely detested.

Well, I wasn't terribly
fond of them myself.

I very often take
a constitutional after dinner,

a brisk walk
of a few miles.

And, uh, imagine my surprise
or the happiest of coincidences.

Would you like some coffee,
Signor Naccarelli?

Thank you.
I'd love some coffee.

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

Fabrizio tells me you are
related to Van Johnson.

No, no. I do not
say this exactly.

You are not?

No, We are not.

He's of no importance.

Even though
he's a fine actor.

CLARA:
Fabrizio!

Oh, Fabrizio is very naughty.

I have to punish him.

Of course,
he's naughty.

He's my son.
What else can he be?

How are you liking Florence,
signora?

Well, naturally
we're entranced.

Is one allowed
to be anything else?

Oh, no. No.

We Florentines
are not very strong.

A harsh word from an American
would trample us.

[CHUCKLES]

And where are you staying,
if I may ask?

At The Grand.
Ah!

Tomorrow is our Saint's Day,
San Giovanni.

You have seen perhaps
they are putting up the seats

for the calcio.

Uh, you would say
the football game.

If you would
be my guests?

Oh, Mother, please!

It's very good of you,
Signor Naccarelli.

We'd be very happy.

NACCARELLI:
Benissimo. Molto bene.

You must excuse it
if my wife doesn't come.

She's in mourning.
Oh, I'm very sorry.

No, niente.

My wife is a Neapolitan.

Her family in Naples
is a large one.

Somebody
is always dying.

Then my son will arrange where
we are to meet and the time.

Signora.

Signorina.

And I must go.

I have at least three more
very brisk miles to walk.

It's so good
for the health.

Arrivederla.
Ciao, Fabrizio.

FABRIZIO: Ciao, Papa.
[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Charming, is he not,
my father?

[BAND PLAYING PERCUSSION BEAT]

Scusi. Permisso.

Scusi. Scusi.

You come. You stand here.

Now you see
Parate di Nobili.

Uh, Parade of Nobels.

Two times every year.

During the tourist season,
of course.

Ah, there is my cugino.
My cousin, Marchese Vallino.

Not a very distinguished,
uh, horse, eh?

Poor little horse.
He looks kind of sad.

Oh, he is sad.

Marchese! Marchese!

The calcio,
the football game

is about to start.

Uh, my father,
he wait for us in the garden.

Andiamo.

[FANFARE PLAYING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Scusi.

Oh! Somebody pinched me.

Where?
Well, you know where.

Right on my--
That's alright, Clara.

Fabrizio knows where.

[SHOUTING IN ITALIAN]

Fabrizio.

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

[CHUCKLES]

Buono sera.
Buono sera.

Buono sera. Unfortunately,
the seats are not together.

Fabrizio, you sit with
the signorina on the top row.

Bene.
Prego, prego.

Grazie.

Program?

Thank you.

Over there.

[DRUMS POUNDING]

[EXPLOSION]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

I wonder how the children
are doing?

[LAUGHING]

Oh, yes, they seem to be
enjoying themselves.

A handsome pair.

It's a shame that you will
be leaving Florence.

Not too soon, I hope.

Well, we really have
no set plans.

Many Americans spend
a long time in Florence,

even take a small villa.

I have heard some of them say
they never wish to leave.

I can understand that.

But I'm afraid we'll have to
leave sooner or later.

I have a home to take care of,
a husband, a family.

Ah, of course.

But it would be so nice.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Tell me, what does
Signor Johnson do?

He owns a part interest
in a cigarette company.

Keeps him very busy.

Ah, cigarettes.
I'm very much impressed.

but I'm also impressed
with what I do.

Lady's shoes.

The best.

Would you like
a cigarette?

Thank you.

The brand of your husband?

No. I don't like them
so I don't smoke them.

Ah! What independence.

An Italian woman
would never dare.

Tell me, your daughter,

she seems so happy.

Does she wish
to leave Florence?

No.

I think it's clear
she doesn't.

Good.

Fabrizio will be pleased.

Signor Naccarelli?

[CROWD CHEERING]

Signor Naccarelli?

Yes?

There's something
I must tell you.

It's about Clara.

[EXPLOSION]

Excuse me.
I think I know that man.

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

[ALL SPEAKING ITALIAN]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

[CROWD CHEERS]

My wife and I invite you to tea
with us on Sunday at 4:00.

You will come, no?

I should so like you
to meet my wife.

[BELLS JINGLING]

Now, you know, Clara,
we can't stay too long.

Why not?

[KNOCKING]

Ah, buono sera.

Buono sera.
Buono sera.

How beautiful
you both look.

Please come in.

Mama, permette,
Signora and Signorina Johnson.

[BOTH SPEAK ITALIAN]

Piacere.
Signorina.

Fabrizio, I imagine you both
know, huh?

Hi there.

Hi there, you too.

Signora, permete.

My son, Guiseppe.

How do you do?
How do you do?

My daughter-in-law,
Francesca.

Signora Johnson.

GUISEPPE:
My wife, just like my mother.

No word of English.

What a darling,
beautiful little dog.

Oh, is he yours,
Fabrizio?

What's its name?

No, it is Francesca's,
and his name is Stella.

And he had five children
a little while ago.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, I must take you home
and introduce you to Ronnie.

The celebrated Clara.
Bella.

Is it true, signora,
that not for one moment

you leave
your daughter alone?

That she's not permitted
so much as to mail a postcard

without her mama along?

Well...

Guiseppe.

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Oh, you must not pay the
slightest attention to Guiseppe.

That I gathered
immediately.

Fabrizio naturally exclaims
grand impatience.

But in heart he's pleased
with Clara's behavior.

So are we all.

Grazie mille.

Signora Johnson...

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Oh, she says will you have
milk or lemon?

Milk, please.
Latte.

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Latte, per favore.

My son, Guiseppe, he enjoys
much success with women.

Well, I'm glad for him
and sorry for his wife.

And this little piggy
went to market.

And this little piggy
stayed home...

Signorina.

Oh, grazie.

Could I have a cup
for Stella?

Never mind.
I'll give her some of mine.

There you are, Stella.

I hope you like milk
in your tea.

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, she's delightful,
your daughter.

Charming.

Stella! Stella!

[♪♪]

You like it?

There are in Florence,
I would say conservatively,

2000 Madonna and childs.

Clara likes them all.

Oh.

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Si. Capisco.

Yes, he is a good boy.

Mother, why can't I have
a real live baby brother?

I mean, why don't you
please have a baby?

[ALL LAUGH]

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

[ALL LAUGH]

Well, I'll tell you what, Clara.
I'll get you a doll instead.

Well, I already have a doll.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

Before the war, we never spent
a summer weekend in Florence.

We had a country villa not
too far away, a lovely place.

Unfortunately, it was blown up
during the war by the allies.

Uh, the Americans,
in fact.

But it was a necessary
military objective.

No question of that.

I apologize for my countryman's
marksmanship.

These things happen
in all wars.

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

I've been noticing you have
some lovely paintings.

Oh, they are no good
whatever.

Only one perhaps.

I'll show you.

It was painted
by Ghirlandaio.

Not the famous picture
in the guide books, of course.

Ghirlandaio painted it
for an occasion,

the wedding of one
of my ancestors.

I cannot remember whose.

It has a certain quality that...

[♪♪]

[CLARA SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[♪♪]

[SINGING IN ITALIAN]

Actually, I haven't lost my
passport or anything like that.

You see, well...

it concerns a courtship between
my daughter and a young Italian.

I'm sorry. The consulate
can give no advice

on personal matters.

Gabriella?

A priest, perhaps,
or a minister or a doctor.

Oh, Gabriella,
there's a services list

in the top
of that file cabinet.

If you'll just get us a copy.

We pay for people like you
to come out here

and live in a palace.

It would help me just talk
if you would only listen.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I'm just tired.

[♪♪]

Borgo San Frediano,
prego.

Si, signora.

[♪♪]

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Stop! Stop!

[INAUDIBLE]

I know what I should do
and must do,

but I make no motion
towards doing it.

I was always able
to act logically

on whatever
I knew to be true.

But-- but now I feel
immobilized.

I think that somehow things will
straighten themselves out.

They'll tire of each other
or something.

I just drift along
with the days.

You have, in fact,
come fact to face with Italy.

Now, let's see what is the crux
of your problem,

as you've explained it.

Your daughter is being wooed
by a young Italian

of the nicest sort,
but naturally,

a Roman Catholic.

Yes.

Very sad when two healthy
young people fall in love,

and the only hurdle
is the young man's religion.

Is it not,
Mrs. Johnson?

I'm sorry.

Is it not what,
Dr. Herlie?

Is it not sad?

Yes. Very.

You're certain that there
are no obstacles

other than the lad's
religion?

You're absolutely certain?

Why do you ask that?

Well, there is something
in your manner that...

Of course, I could have
imagined it, I suppose.

Yes, you--
You could have imagined it.

Would you have
some more tea?

No, thank you.

Mrs. Johnson,

I have come to love Italy
and the Italians.

I should like to be able
to say to you

these two young people
love each other,

why shouldn't they marry?

But, you know, of course,
that the boy's parents

might insist upon
your daughter's conversion

to the Roman Catholic faith.

Well, I suppose so.

And how will your daughter
feel about that?

I'm afraid it will make very
little difference to her.

And you?

What would you feel
about it?

I-- I don't know.

And her father?

Oh, he would feel
very strongly about it.

Noel is so...

Have you written
to her father?

Why, no.

Mrs. Johnson, are you
and Mr. Johnson divorced?

Oh, no.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.

I thought Americans...

Excuse me,
Dr. Herlie.

Mr. Murdoch is on
the telephone.

Tell him I'll call back.

Please, Dr. Herlie.
I'm going.

I'm afraid I haven't been able
to help you much.

Maybe it's my fault,
not yours.

At least, do you promise
to write to her father?

That's a wonderful idea.
I'll do it tonight.

If your daughter and your
religion mean anything to you,

I urge you to make very careful
use of your brains.

I'll try.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.
Thank you.

[BELL TOLLING]

[♪♪]

Where do you think
you're going?

How did you get out
of the hotel?

Where is Miss Hawtree?

She went to the bathroom
and I just slipped out.

Where were you going,
Clara?

To get some ice cream.

There's ice cream
all around the hotel.

Now, you know we never
tell each other stories.

Well, if you must know, Mother,
I was looking for Fabrizio!

Clara!
Benvenuto Cellini,

Michelangelo, Donatello...

Oh, thank goodness.
I was beside myself.

Serves you right for going
to the bathroom.

Clara, you go right in your room
and stay there!

Pick up your shoes!

And you're forbidden
to look at television.

HAWTREE:
I'm terribly sorry.

Oh, it's alright,
Miss Hawtree. No harm done.

I ran into her
at the Ponte Vecchio.

Good heavens,
what's that?

HAWTREE:
It came a little while ago.

I'm sorry. I have to run.
I'm late for my next lesson.

That's quite alright.
See you Wednesday.

Yes.
[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

I must do something.

I really must.

Clara.

Come here, darling.

Clara, I've just been
to the doctor.

That's where I went.

I didn't tell you.

You've been having
such a good time.

But I'm not
feeling well at all.

The doctor says that the air
is very bad for me here

and that I must leave.

So I'm going to call
for reservations

and start packing
at once.

We're going to Rome.

Oh, Mother...

We'll come back,
of course.

Just as soon
as I feel better.

Look...

I'll call Daddy on the phone
right away.

Maybe if you ask him
very nicely,

he'll join us in Rome
in a day or so.

Wouldn't that be
wonderful?

And Ronnie too?

Oh, I'm afraid not,
darling.

Dogs get sick
in airplanes.

You wouldn't want Ronnie
to get sick, would you?

I'll tell you what.
There's the phone.

You pick up the receiver
and tell the operator

that you want to speak
to your daddy

all the way in Winston-Salem,
North Carolina,

the United States of America,
the Western Hemisphere.

How's that?

Hello, I'd like to speak
to Winston-Salem,

North Carolina,
the United States of America.

[SHOUTING IN ITALIAN]

Clara, do you want us
to miss the train?

I can't go without
seeing Fabrizio.

You left a message,
didn't you, Mother?

Yes, I did, dear, but you know
about messages in Italy.

You can write to him
and explain.

Come on, dear.
Come on, darling. Come on.

[MAN SPEAKING OVER P.A.
IN ITALIAN]

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[WHISTLE BLOWING]

Fabrizio!

Mother!
Clara!

CLARA:
I see him! I see Fabrizio!

Fabrizio! Fabrizio!

Clara! Momento!

Clara!

Oh, Mother, what'll I do?

Wave to him.

Oh, no. I must talk
to him. I must.

Clara!

Didn't you get my--?
I call the hotel.

They tell me.
Clara, why do you go?

It's just for
a little while.

Do not go, Clara.
Please do not go.

We're coming back.
No, no. I am afraid.

Oh!
Please don't go.

We're coming back,
I tell you.

No, no. Your mama,
she do not like me.

Oh, Fabrizio, where did you get
that silly idea?

Mother?

[SHOUTING IN ITALIAN]
Please don't shout in my ear.

It's people like you
that give us Americans

a bad name in Europe.
Oh, do be quiet.

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Oh, alright,
alright.

Here, you keep Bambino for me
while I'm gone.

Would I give you Bambino
if I weren't coming back?

For you.

Caramelle.

I worship caramels.
[MAN SHOUTING IN ITALIAN]

We're coming back.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

Mother, Fabrizio is gonna
take care of Bambino for me.

We must go now,
Clara.

Come along.

[ALL SHOUTING]

Fortunatissimo,
Fabrizio!

No, no. Arrivederla!
Arrivederla, Clara.

Arrivederla, Fabrizio!
Arrivederla!

[WOMAN SPEAKING OVER P.A.
IN ITALIAN]

Daddy! Daddy!

Hello, baby.
Daddy!

Mwah, mwah.

Alright, baby.
Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,

Alright, baby. Leave something
of me for your mother.

Hello, Meg.
Hello, darling.

Now, let me take
a good look at you.

Doesn't she look
ravishingly Italian?

Pure pizza.

Oh, what is that
contraption?

Aren't you mad
about it?

It's animals,
musical instruments and...

and Fabrizio.

What's a Fabrizio?

Fabrizio
is my sweetheart.

Darling, why don't you prove
to your daddy

how wonderful you get along
in Italian?

Get us a taxi and a porter
for you daddy's bags.

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

What the hell
is all this about?

[BOTH SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Did I have to leave
my office

in the middle of our most
important ad campaign?

Meg, why didn't you just
take the mother or father aside

like we've been doing
for years?

After all, it's nothing
to be ashamed of.

Nothing we could help.
I tried to tell Mr. Naccarelli,

but-- Oh, I don't know.

Oh, Noel, if you could just see
the two of them together.

They're so--
Meg, for heaven's sakes,

don't tell me that you...

[SPEAKING ITALIAN]

I told him to put all
the baggage in the taxi.

I'm very proud of you.
That's more than I could do.

Oh, Daddy.

Wait till you see the view
from the hotel window.

Don't skip, honey.

Don't skip.

[BAND PLAYING DANCE MUSIC]

Goodnight, darling.

CLARA:
Goodnight, Mother.

Sleep well.

How'd you get so tan?

No magic to it.

Just lying in the sun.

Well, it's damned
attractive.

I won't be a minute.

Noel.

Yeah?

Noel, don't you think Italy
has done Clara a lot of good?

In what way?

Oh, well, doesn't she seem
to you...

well, more, you know.

Mm.

She seems
the same to me.

You don't think
there's any improvement?

Well, she's learned
a little Italian,

but outside of that, no.

Well, I think she's...

Good Lord, Meg.

Are you still
kidding yourself?

Are you still dreaming?

That dream is the only
thing I have left, Noel.

The dream that one day
Clara will be perfectly well.

Doggone it. Women like you
never surrender, do they?

They never give up.

Do you want another fiasco like
the time you registered Clara

at that fancy
Rosecrest?

Oh, that was so long ago.
Clara was 14.

Well, I haven't
forgotten it yet.

I know.
It was insane of me.

To put it mildly.

Well, I couldn't
help myself.

You were in Bermuda.
I was alone.

It was one of these times
when Clara seemed so...

So normal to me.

And it was such a lovely
private school

in an entirely
new section of town.

So you told them a pack of lies
to get Clara in.

But it didn't take them long
to find out the truth.

Those two weeks were
the happiest of my life.

Waiting in my car
to pick Clara up

along with all
the other mothers.

Doing homework with Clara
at night

on the sofa
under the lamp.

Great.

And what did it do to Clara

when the other kids laughed
at her answers in class?

And what did it do to me
when the principal sent for us

and you had to confess?

That was some fish fry,
believe me.

It did something
to me too, Noel.

And you still
keep on dreaming.

[♪♪]

Nobody with a dream
should come to Italy.

No matter how dead
and buried you think it is.

In Italy it'll rise
and walk again.

What's that?
What'd you say?

Nothing.

Non e niente.

Now, don't go sneaking in
those Italian phrases on me.

I have enough trouble
with your English.

Change the subject.
I love you, Meg.

I love you too.

Oh, hell.

How is a man expected to make
love to a woman who's crying?

Please, Noel,
be patient with me.

I've been worried. Upset.

You've been worried and upset
for a long, long, long time now.

Oh, Noel.
That pony did more

than just kick poor Clara
in the head.

It kicked the hell
out of our marriage.

And please don't say, "Oh, Noel"
again in that tone of voice.

Alright, I won't.

Cigarette?

Alright.

Thanks.

[♪♪]

I wish they had berths
on those planes, though.

It's still a long ride.

Daddy, do you have
to go back now?

Baby, I told them at the office
I'd be gone only three days.

I've already
stayed five.

We're going
to miss you, Noel.

Say, listen, why don't you two
come on back home with me, huh?

You've had enough
of Europe.

Go back now?
Sure.

There must be two more seats
on that plane.

First class
is never full.

Daddy, we can't go back.

Why not, baby?
Don't you want to see Ronnie?

We have to go to Florence.
I promised.

Promised? Who?

I promised Fabrizio.

I told him we were
coming back.

Now, darling. Fabrizio doesn't
really expect--

Yes, he does!
He does so expect!

You promised!
I told him we were going back!

Please, Clara. Don't shout.
Mother, you promised!

A promise is sacred.
I told him we were coming back.

Stop that, honey!
Stop that!

But she promised!
Mother promised!

Mother, you promised!
You promised!

Oh, Clara...
I told him that you were...

Clara!
I told him we were going back.

MEG:
Clara, Clara.

Please, Clara.

Taxi!

MEG:
Clara...

Wait here.

Clara.
[SOBBING]

I promised Fabrizio.

[CRYING]

Hotel Hessler, please.

Is she asleep?

Thank heaven
for luminol.

Ah, if I know Clara
she'll have forgotten

the whole thing by morning.

She won't even remember
what it was all about.

Not this time.

Not when Fabrizio's
involved.

Meg, do you really believe
it's possible she loves him?

In that way, I mean?

I know she does.

Your daughter may not know long
division, but she's a woman.

Well, damn it, you shouldn't
have let things go on this long.

Why do you think
we came to Rome?

Literally ran away
from Florence?

I don't understand it.
These-- These people,

what's their name?
Naccarelli.

Some name.

You mean to tell me
that these people

have no suspicions
about Clara?

Don't any of them
speak English?

I don't know how much
they know.

Well, maybe they don't
want to know.

After all, they're just after
the money.

No, Noel.
They have money.

And nobody is trying
to get to America either.

Am I crazy
or do I have a hunch

you actually believe
it's possible for Clara

and this boy to marry?

I don't know any more
what's possible and what isn't.

But, of course,
I think about it.

How could I help thinking
that the life I thought

forever closed to my daughter
could suddenly open up like--?

Are you out of your mind?
How could Clara ever marry?

How could she ever meet
the responsibilities

of running a household?

She wouldn't have
to run a household.

Have you any idea
how these people live?

People with a little money,
I mean?

Even the young married girls
Clara's age

with one or two children
have a nurse for them,

and a maid to do all the cooking
and the cleaning.

And their mothers-in-law

practically bring up
the children.

Believe me, Noel,
nothing beyond Clara

would ever be required
of her here.

I see. Tell me more.

Well, I know this:

Clara would be able
to spend every day

in a simple way,
doing things that please her.

In the afternoons she'd dress
in pretty clothes

and walk to an outdoor cafe
to meet some young friends

of the Naccarellis.

A very pretty picture.

And what would they
talk about?

About movie stars
and their dogs and cats.

That's about all
they talk about.

I've heard them.

But the main thing is Fabrizio
adores her just as she is.

He loves her for the same things
we love in her:

her gentleness,
her sweetness, her goodness.

Oh, I know.

I know, I sound like
I'm trying to talk myself

into something.

You're going to have
to stop this, Meg.

You're getting worse
all the time.

Look, Meg, I did something
while you were gone.

I know we've been
through it before, but...

What?

We've been through
what before?

My God, I haven't
finished packing,

and I'm due at the airport
in less than an hour.

Desk?

Mr. Johnson.

Could you have a cab
ready for me in 10 minutes?

Thank you.

I wish I didn't
have to rush back.

Noel, you were going
to tell me something.

Something you did
while we were gone.

Something we've
been through before.

What is it, Noel?
Well, you know, what it is.

I've been wanting to do it for
years, but you always said no.

It's the only
sensible thing.

Noel, if you mean--
Listen, Meg,

do you ever
stop to think

what happens to Clara
if anything happens to us?

Or after we're gone?

I won't listen.
Yes, you will.

You'll have to face this
once and for all.

You and I both know that
the best thing for Clara

is a sort of school
for people like her.

Noel, you promised me
you'd never bring that up again.

The only reason
I bring it up again

is because I love Clara
just as much as you do.

And, damn it,
don't look at me that way!

It's not an institution.

I went up to Maryland and took
another good look at that place.

It's practically
a country club.

Should be.
It cost a fortune.

And believe me,
they're happy there.

Clara will be happy there.

What you mean is you'll be
happier with Clara there.

I mean Clara
will be happier there.

She won't have to cope
with anything.

The Fabrizios or anything
or anybody.

Can't you see that at home
Clara is our daughter, a person?

But shut up in a place
like that--

Nobody's shut up.

They come home for holidays,
Christmas, Easter,

occasional weekends,

and we can visit her
any time we like.

But it's so final.
The end of everything.

You mean it's the end
of your fantasy.

The miracle: Clara somehow,
someday, perfectly well.

I don't care how hopeless it is.
I must have that to hang on to.

Well, you can't
and that's final too.

It's not fair to me,
it's not fair to you,

and it's not fair
to Clara either.

[PHONE RINGS]

Pronto?

Yes.

He'll be right down.

If you want to make that plane
you'll have to leave now.

If I've left
anything else behind,

you can bring it
along with you.

I don't suppose you could drive
to the airport with me?

What if Clara
should waken?

Meg, it's the only chance
left for the two of us

to have some sort
of a life together.

Don't you see that?

You've got to make up
your mind, Meg.

Are you going to be a warden
to Clara or a wife to me?

Well, it's been grand.

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

[CAR DRIVING AWAY]

[♪♪]

Hello?

This is Mrs. Johnson.

Could you get me two tickets
on tomorrow morning's train

for Florence?

Yes, two.

Grazie.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Oh, yes. The same suite,
Signora Johnson.

I arrange everything.

Grazie.

Oh, Signora Johnson,
there is a letter for you.

Oh?

In true Italian fashion,
Fabrizio threatens suicide.

The mother of Clara has scorned
him because he was Italian.

Each one in the Naccarelli
family had something to say.

The household
was in a turmoil.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry if--

Not at all. It was very
exciting and stimulating.

My wife, Signora Naccarelli,
collapses in tears

and refuses to eat.

She retires to her room
before an image of the Virgin.

I believe she is still there.

I'll send Signora Naccarelli
some flowers in the morning.

There is no need.

I have already done so
in your name.

Thank you very much.

Oh, niente.

I was the only Naccarelli
whose appetite was unaffected.

I knew that Fabrizio
would not commit suicide

and I knew that signorina and
Signora Johnson would come back.

They are in the time of life,
Clara and Fabrizio,

when each touch, each look,

each sigh
arises from the heart.

The heart alone.
[CAR HORN HONKS]

[SHOUTS IN ITALIAN]

For them,
love is without thought,

as to draw breath,
to sleep, to walk.

Ah, you and I, we have come
to another stage.

We have known
all this before.

It is sad.
There is nothing to do,

but we can see
our children.

I don't know about Fabrizio.

Of course, it would be hard
to find a young Florentine

who has had no
experience.

I myself at a young age...

Do you know my first love
was a peasant girl?

No, but I assumed it.

Uh, what I mean is,

isn't every signor's
first love a peasant girl?

[LAUGHS]

You are laughing at me.

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

I don't know if your daughter
will be for Fabrizio the first.

I cannot say surely.

But still he's a good boy.

And for her
he has true feeling.

And as for the first woman,

I am Italian,
I can tell you this.

It is unmistakable.

There's no question
with Clara.

She's been very carefully
brought up.

Not like other
American girls, huh?

In Italy we hear
strange things.

The Signorina is another thing
entirely.

My wife has noticed it
at once.

Her innocence.

She is very innocent.

I tell you open
and frankly,

that during this past
terrible week

when Fabrizio's every thought
was of Clara,

his father could not
put out of his eye

the image
of Clara's mother.

Clara's mother
with the always sad eyes

and the small smile.

There, You see?

[LAUGHS]

There it is again.
Exactly.

If it disturbs you,
Signor Naccarelli,

I'll try not to smile.

No. What disturbs me
is that I feel

I must find the key
to the shadow in the eyes,

the smallness
of the smile.

So perhaps in some little way,
I can be of help.

Signor Naccarelli.

Yes?

During my stay
in Italy,

I have been told
on several occasions

that Anglo-Saxons know
very little about passion.

Is that what you are
working up to?

Ah, you think me
insincere.

You find me unattractive?

No, I find you
quite attractive.

Ah.

But there are plenty
of American men

who appreciate women
just as much as you do.

[LAUGHS]

Of course.

Ah, we make such a lot
of foolishness, Signora Johnson.

But still, on such
a beautiful afternoon.

My husband knows
everything.

I've told him all about you,
about Fabrizio,

the signora, Florence.

All these things.

And what does he say?

You yourself ran away.

You think and you think.

You see the signorina's
unhappy face.

You cannot bear her tears.
You return. It is wise.

There should be time
for thought.

When my niece
was married,

my husband made out a check
for $5,000.

I have every reason to think
that he will at least

double that for Clara.

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

When you come back,
my wife and Fabrizio say to me,

"Suppose she leaves again?"

But I say the signora
is a woman without caprice.

She will not leave again.

I don't intend
to leave again

until Clara and Fabrizio
are married.

[WHISTLE BLOWING DISTANTLY]

Ciao! Come sta?

Bene.

You?

Bene.

Buongiorno, I was just
passing by and I--

There is no need for pretense
any longer, Fabrizio.

Signora Johnson has given
her consent.

Clara is yours.

[♪♪]

Thank you.

Thank you
for coming back.

Who can help being moved?

At least we are
sharing something.

A beautiful
and touching moment.

[DIALING]

Pronto? Grand Hotel?

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

[RINGS]

Pronto?

[MRS. NACCARELLI SPEAKING
ITALIAN OVER PHONE]

Si.

Capisce, signora?

No, I'm sorry.

Non capisco.

[SPEAKS ITALIAN]

Signora Naccarelli,
is anything wrong?

What has gone wrong?

Ciao, Signora Johnson.

What my wife is trying to tell
you is that a distant cousin--

oh, we have thousands of them.

--is secretary
to a monsignor,

and through him we have
obtained permission

for Clara to be married
in a full church ceremony.

That's what my wife
is crying about.

[MRS. NACCARELLI SPEAKING
ITALIAN OVER PHONE]

That means we don't
have to wait

until Clara completes
her instruction.

Signora Naccarelli wants me
to tell you

that Farther Domenic says
Clara is doing beautifully.

He says she's showing
a great devotion to the Virgin.

And my wife says she has known
all along this was true.

Oh, good.

Incidentally I'm going to pick
up Clara in a little while.

She's with Francesca
and Guiseppe at--

NACCARELLI:
Ah, benissimo.

Why don't you and Clara meet me
and Fabrizio in, say, an hour

at the Paroco's office
in the Church of Santo Spirito?

We can fill out
the appropriate forms.

Then we can all
have lunch together.

Va bene? Eh?

Oh, oh, remember to bring
your passports.

Clara's and yours.

And a good strong
American fountain pen.

There are papers and papers
and papers to be signed.

Va bene?

I'm looking forward
to seeing you.

Ciao.

Ciao.

[CRYING]

Wait here. Un minuto.

[CLARA SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Ciao.
Buongiorno.

Mother, you're just in time
to settle an argument.

Francesca says
that William Holden

is as good-looking
as Glenn Ford. I say--

And I say I am most handsome
than both of them.

True, Signora Johnson?
MEG: Of course, Guiseppe.

Much handsomer.

You are very truthful
and very beautiful.

I cannot make the decision
which one to make love to first:

the mother or my
sister-in-law.

Well, she's not your
sister-in-law yet.

In that connection, Clara,
we have to meet Fabrizio

and Signor Naccarelli at
the priest's to sign the papers.

The taxi is waiting.

Ciao, Francesca.

Ciao, Clara.
Arrivederci.

Arrivederci.

Ciao, Guiseppe.
Ciao.

Ciao.
GUISEPPE: Ciao.

[CHOIR CHANTING]

This is distressing news.

But a businessman myself,
I can understand

why Signor Johnson
cannot leave his office.

He is most
dreadfully sorry.

I assure you that even
with your husband's absence,

it will be a most
beautiful wedding.

[CHUCKLES]

That is if we can ever
get the documents signed.

[CHOIR STOPS CHANTING]

There. That infernal
chanting has stopped.

Now perhaps the priest will
be up to attend to business.

If I know priests,
he's in the wine cellar.

[LAUGHS]

Ah, documents are the curse
of Italy, Signora Johnson.

Believe me.

You cannot become
a corpse in Italy

without filling in
the proper document.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, this kind of thing
goes on in America too.

You should hear my husband
on the subject.

Oh, how terrible,
Signora Johnson.

You're much more beautiful
than this.

Typical passport picture.
But look at Clara's.

I guess it's impossible to take
a bad picture of Clara.

Yes. This one of the signora,
it's better.

It does her
somewhat justice.

Fabrizio. Andiamo.

[BOTH SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Fabrizio?

My father forget.

Uh, remember
the appointments.

Domani. Tomorrow.

I'm sorry, but--
But could you tell me what--

Scusi. No English.

Domani.

[♪♪]

Mother.

Yes, dear?

Did I do
something wrong?

Of course not, darling.

Wasn't Fabrizio funny?

Well, dear, he was upset.

About what?

I don't know.

Probably some silly
little thing.

I'm sure everything will be
alright in the morning.

Desk?

Signora Johnson.

Are you sure there were no
phone calls for me?

I see.

Grazie.

Are you ready for dinner,
darling?

Oh, I'm not hungry,
Mother.

Why don't you go ahead?

How would it be if we both
put on pajamas,

had some dinner sent up,
something light.

Then we could watch television
and I could read to you,

just as we used to.

We did have fun,
didn't we, darling?

And we can again,
can't we?

Look, you take your bath first
and I'll look at the menu.

Alright, Mother.

You don't have to if you don't
feel like it, darling.

It's alright,
Mother.

[WATER RUNNING]

[PHONE RINGS]

Pronto?

OPERATOR [OVER PHONE]:
Signora Johnson? Uno momento.

Winston-Salem calling.

NOEL:
Meg?

Hello, Noel.
How are you?

Never mind how I am.
I called you in Rome.

They said you checked out
a week ago.

Didn't take much hard thinking
to figure out

that you'd sneaked back
to Florence.

That was very
clever of you, Noel.

What's that?
I can't hear you.

I said that was
very clever of you.

Okay, Never mind
the sarcasm.

Now, what's the hell's
been going on?

Well, what the hell's
been going on

is going on no longer.

Well, what do you mean
by that?

I mean you don't have to worry
about Clara and Fabrizio.

It's all over.

Finished.

You mean they know
about Clara?

Yes, I think you could say
they know.

Well, what happens next?

We'll take the first boat
home from Naples.

But that'll be eight days
on the water.

Why don't you fly?

No.

One night in Florence
and the next afternoon

in Winston-Salem would
be too much of a jolt for Clara.

Yes,
I guess you're right.

How is Clara?
Can I talk to her?

She's quiet
and she's resting.

Talking to you
might upset her.

Well, why should it
upset her?

Well, it's upsetting me.

Are you trying
to be funny?

If I am I'm certainly
not succeeding.

What's the matter
with you, Meg?

How are you anyway?

I'm glad you asked
that question.

I haven't the slightest idea
how I am.

Well, I don't like
the way you sound.

I don't like it either.

You'll feel better
when you get back home

and we get Clara settled.

Settled where?

Look, we're not going
to have a heavy discussion

on the phone
at $5 a minute.

Listen, Meg,

take care of yourself.

Kiss Clara for me.

Cable me what boat
you're taking from Naples

and I'll come up
to New York to get you.

Hello?

Hello, are you there,
Meg?

I'm here.

I'm just trying to memorize
your instructions.

Kiss Clara for you,
take care of myself

and cable you what boat
we're taking from Naples.

Oh, it's no use talking to you
while you're in this mood.

I'll see you in
a week or so.

Goodbye, honey.

Goodbye.

M, M, M, M...

[PHONE RINGS]

Pronto?

CONCIERGE [OVER PHONE]:
Signora Johnson,
there's a gentleman

waiting for you
in the lobby.

Grazie.
I'll be right down.

Clara, I'm going downstairs
for a few minutes.

I'll be back before
you're out of the tub.

CLARA:
Alright, Mother.

Don't be too long.

We will walk
along the river and talk.

If you wish.

You look amused. Why?

I don't know.

You look so somber
and grave.

I'm fighting back the crazy
temptation to giggle.

If I look
somber and grave,

it's because my thoughts
are somber and grave.

I saw today-- Why did you
not tell me?

What can you
be thinking of?

Oh, it is too much.

Now, three years
where there is love,

where there is agreement,
I say it's alright.

But, no.
It is too much.

Years?

Can it be possible?

But you must have understood.

My son Fabrizio is 20 years old,
no more.

Whereas your daughter,
I see with my two eyes,

written in the passport today in
the office of the parroco, 26.

Six years' difference.

No. No, it cannot be.

I make an excuse,
an appointment.

It was not true. I've lied.
I tell you frankly.

I hadn't thought of her
as being older.

Believe me,
Signor Naccarelli,

they seemed so much
the same age to me.

It never entered my mind that
there was any difference.

You see, Clara had a long
illness some years ago.

To me, she seemed
even younger than Fabrizio.

A long illness?

How do I know
she's cured of it?

You see her.

She is as healthy
as she seems.

No. No, it cannot be.

Don't you realize
that they're in love?

Whatever their ages are,
they are both young.

This is a deep thing,
a real thing.

To try to stop what
is between them now--

Try to stop?

Ha, my dear lady.

I will stop whatever
I wish to stop.

You are cold?

No, but thank you
for asking.

Here, put on my coat.

No, thank you. I'm not--
I insist.

Just around
your shoulders.

I received a letter
from my husband today.

Instead of $5,000,

he wants to make Clara and
Fabrizio a present of $15,000.

This is nine million three
hundred and seventy-five lire.

So now you will write
and explain everything,

saying that this wedding
cannot be.

Yes.
And that is unfortunate.

They could have been happy,
Clara and Fabrizio.

My son is not a sophisticate,
and, uh, well,

I confess it frankly:
far, far from a scholar.

What he is looking
for in a wife is a goodness,

a sweetness,
a simplicity.

All the things
his mother is.

All the things
your Clara is.

You must forgive me if I ask
a most personal thing of you.

The Signorina Clara,
she would like to have children,

would she not?

My wife can think
of nothing else.

Clara can think
of nothing else either.

She would like
many children.

[SIGHS]

Six years' difference.

I will not
tell my wife.

I will not tell
my husband.

Oh, there it is again.
The smallest of smiles.

I'm sorry
if it disturbs you.

Yes, I find it
disturbing.

And I find it
attractive.

You are angry with me?

No.

You did not find it,
how shall I say?

Distasteful?

I should've.

But I do not.

Shall we go someplace
and have a brandy?

No, Signor Naccarelli.

Like Clara, I too have been
very carefully brought up.

I'm very happy
to hear that about Clara.

Less happy about you.

There are moments
when I have regrets too.

Ah, well.

Shall we put it
this way?

Between Signor Naccarelli
and Signora Johnson,

there is, uh,
unfinished business.

Well, what happened, Papa?
Tell me.

Everything is alright.

It is?

Yes, I had a long talk
with the signora.

Tomorrow morning
we will go again

to the office
of the parroco.

But Papa, you caused me
all this worry.

I-- I was like
a crazy person.

I've never spent such a day.

Yes. Well, I am sorry.

The signorina is a bit older
than I thought.

Not much but, uh...

You, my son,
you are 21 years old.

No, Papa. I am 23.

Has the sun
cooked your brain?

I should be the one
to act like this.

Alright, alright.
I was mistaken.

But my instinct
was right.

You cannot be too careful
in these things.

But, my son, remember to say
nothing to the Americans.

Do you want her to think we
are crazy, the Signora Johnson?

Mother!

Mother!

What is it, dear?

Oh, Mother.
I had a bad dream.

Oh.

There now.

I told you everything's
going to be alright.

We're going to meet them
tomorrow just as we did today.

But tomorrow
it'll be alright.

You'll see.

Now, go to sleep.

Mother, would you read to me
for the last time?

Why for the last time?

Oh, oh, I don't think Fabrizio
will like these kind of stories.

No.

I don't think
he will either.

Alright.

For the last time.

Chapter 21.

"Laurie makes mischief
and Jo makes peace.

Jo's face was a study
next day,

"for the secret
rather weighed upon her,

"and she found it hard
not to look mysterious

"and important.

"Meg observed it,

but did not trouble herself
to make enquiries."

[MAN SPEAKING ITALIAN]

[WHISPERS IN ITALIAN]

My wife says
they look like two angels

who have just stepped
out of a painting.

[MENDELSSOHN'S "WEDDING MARCH"
PLAYING ON ORGAN]

[BELLS TOLLING]
[APPLAUSE]

Happy, darling?
Yes.

I'll miss you, though.

Don't worry, darling.
See you soon.

FABRIZIO:
Clara!

[PEOPLE CHATTERING
IN ITALIAN]

Permette, signora.
My cousin, Marchese Vallino.

Signora Johnson.
How do you are?

A great pity Signor Johnson
could not have been here

to see such
a beautiful wedding.

Yes, a pity.

And I am most regretful

your cousin Van Johnson
could not come.

I am sorry too.

A cinema engagement,
no doubt.

No doubt.

[BOTH SPEAKING ITALIAN]

Our car, signora.

Is anything the matter?

Oh, no.

I was just thinking.

Do you remember the man
who fell down

when the cannon fired
that day?

What happened to him?

He died.

[♪♪]

I did the right thing.

I know I did.

[♪♪]