Three Coins in the Fountain Page #2

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they have to be translated into Italian.

- By me?

- Oh, no. We have interpreters here.

Georgio, would you come in

for a minute, please?

Georgio handles

our translations for us.

Then they're given to Mr. Burgoyne

for clearance with the Italian bureau.

- Good morning, Miss Anita.

- Oh. Good morning.

Maria, this is Georgio Bianchi.

Georgio, this is Maria Williams.

She'll be taking my place

when I leave.

If I can be of any help,

please call me.

I heard you were returning

to America, Miss Anita.

I shall... We shall miss you.

Oh. Thank you.

Here, would you make a translation

of these for Mr. Burgoyne, please?

Yes, Miss Anita.

Well!

I forgot to tell you.

There's a policy here.

Secretaries are not allowed

to go out with local employees.

- Mr. Burgoyne's policy, if you please.

- How do you manage it, then?

Georgio? [Scoffs] We've never

exchanged more than two words.

- He's just part of the office.

- Oh.

Does his hand always shake

when he gets near to you?

You're imagining things.

He doesn't even know I exist.

Oh! He doesn't know

anyone else exists.

He didn't even notice whether

I was a blonde or a brunette.

Well, you're wrong.

- Call him in.

- [Gasps]

Well, I just want to look at

those beautiful brown eyes again.

- They're not brown, they're blue.

- Oh.

I mean...

It's a good thing I'm going home.

With you around here,

I'd be in a puddle of trouble in no time.

Here, sit down and open those for me.

% % [Orchestra]

Mr. Shadwell,

I don't care what the critics said.

I want you to know

I just adored your last novel.

Unfortunately,

there were not enough of you.

Tell me... do you get your

best ideas at night? I always do.

Invariably, but hardly material

to write about.

My husband declares that I

was simply born to be a writer.

He says if anyone just took a pencil

and followed me around, they'd have a novel.

My dear lady, I should be delighted

to get behind you with a pencil.

Excuse me.

[Anita] We've learned from long experience

this is the best way to pass the time.

So this is Rome,

where the pigeons eat caviar.

And the secretaries eat alone.

Look, did you ever see

such a handsome car?

- You ever see such a handsome man?

- It's Prince Dessi.

A prince? Do you know him?

- He's a friend of Mr. Shadwell's.

- Part of the Roman scene.

Um, eligible?

Dino is handsome, wealthy, and has

one of the oldest titles in Europe.

As long as he has the first two,

you won't catch him getting married.

Oh, what a shame. Oh!

- What's the matter?

- Oh, I knocked my purse off the railing.

- I'll ask Dino to get it for you.

- Oh, no. Please don't.

- He'll think I did it on purpose.

- He won't mind. Dino!

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