Daisy Miller (1974) Movie Script

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( birds singing )

( clock chiming )

( clattering )

( man coughing )

( murmur of voices )

WOMAN:

And I love you.

( murmur of voices )

( door knob rattles )

WOMAN:

Randolph?

RANDOLPH:

Yes?

WOMAN:

What are you doing?

RANDOLPH:

Nothing.

WOMAN:

Where are you going?

RANDOLPH:

Nowhere.

Indians?

WOMAN: Don't you do anything

now till I get down.

All right.

( speaking French )

Oh, sure.

( children reciting

French phrase )

( man speaking French )

( speaking French )

( man correcting French )

( loud tapping )

( children reciting French )

( man and children

continue reciting French )

Can I have a lump of sugar?

Can I have a lump

of sugar, I said.

Oh.

A lump of sugar.

Certainly.

You're not Swiss?

Here, I'll show you a trick.

Are you German or something?

I, uh, put the lump of sugar

on the top of my

hand, all right?

Now, you put your hand

underneath here,

and, uh, wait now.

I'm going to send the sugar

right through my hand.

Ready?

I guess you're some kind

of an Englishman or something.

Shh-shh-shh.

Here we go now.

You could be Polish.

Are you Polish?

I'm American.

Hmm... well, that

makes two of us.

Really? You don't sound

like an American.

Well, that's because

I live in Europe, I guess.

You live in Europe?

Why? What happened?

Well, I chose to.

I like it.

You like it? Europe?

Well, you're not going to

do your teeth any good.

I haven't got any teeth.

They've all come out.

Are you a dental surgeon,

by any chance?

( laughs ):

No, I'm not.

See.

Oh, my word.

I've only got seven teeth left.

Mother counted them last night,

and one came out right after.

She said she'd slap me

if any more came out.

I can't help it.

It's old Europe.

The climate here

makes them come out.

They didn't come out in America.

These hotels...

do you like hotels?

Well, I...

Are you staying here?

Uh, I've just come

to see my aunt, uh...

You're not going

to help your teeth.

Well, I've got to get me

some candy, then.

I can't get any candy here...

any American candy.

That's the only kind

worth eating.

Do you like her?

Uh, um, like whom?

I was taking bets

you were German, you know that?

Your aunt.

Well, she's my aunt...

Yes, I like her.

I bet you don't.

( man speaking French )

Randolph, you try that

and I'll fix you.

RANDOLPH:

How do you like that?

She's absolutely right.

How do you come to know her?

I don't know her.

Oh.

She's my sister.

Why, Randolph,

what are you doing?

I'm going up the Alps.

This way.

( laughing ): That's

the way you come down.

He's an American.

Well, you'd better be quiet.

Your brother and I

have made acquaintance.

I'd like to know

where you got that pole.

I bought it.

You don't mean to say

you're going to

take it to Italy?

Yes, I'm going to take it

to Italy.

Well, better leave it somewhere.

Are you going to Italy?

Yes, sir.

And, uh, are you thinking

of the Campeau?

I don't know. I suppose

it's some mountain.

Randolph, what mountain

are we thinking of?

Thinking of?

Why, going over.

Going to where?

Why, right down to Italy.

I don't know.

I don't want to go to Italy.

I want to go to America.

Oh, Italy's a beautiful place.

Can you get candy there?

I hope not. I guess

you've had enough candy.

I haven't!

And Mother thinks so, too.

I haven't had any

for ever so long,

not for a hundred weeks!

It's a beautiful view, isn't it?

Hmm...

You can just barely see

the Dents du Midi over there.

Why don't you show her

your trick?

Uh, it's not a very good one,

I'm afraid.

Uh, forgive me, but, uh,

would you care to sit down?

Oh, I like just hanging around.

You believe he's an American?

Are you a real American?

Yes.

I wouldn't have taken

you for one.

You seem more like a German,

especially when you speak.

That's what I said.

Oh, well, I've met Germans

who speak like Americans,

but, so far, not

the other way around.

Uh, excuse me.

I'm from New York State,

if you know where that is.

Where I'd like to be right now.

Now, listen, my boy,

you haven't even

told me your name yet.

Randolph C. Miller.

I'll tell you hers, too.

You'd better wait

till you're asked.

Well, I'd like very

much to know your name.

Her name's Daisy Miller,

but that ain't her real name,

though.

It ain't the name on her cards.

Too bad you haven't got

one of my cards.

Her real name's Annie P. Miller.

Can I climb that tree?

Ask him his now.

My father's name is Ezra B. Miller,

but my father ain't in Europe.

Oh, he's not? Nope.

My father's in a better place.

Oh, I'm sorry.

My father's in Schenectady.

He's got a big business.

My father's very rich.

Well...

I'm going to practice for

the Alps and climb that tree.

He doesn't like Europe.

Uh, and you?

He doesn't like me, either.

No, I meant, uh...

I love it, but he wants

to go right home.

He hasn't got any boys here.

Well, there's one,

but he always goes around with a teacher.

They won't let him play.

And your brother has no teacher?

Mother thought

of getting him one.

There was a lady told her about a

very good teacher, an American lady.

Perhaps you know her...

Mrs. Saunders?

No...

I think she came from Boston.

She told her about this teacher.

We thought of getting her

to travel around with us,

but Randolph said he didn't want a

teacher traveling around with us.

He said he wouldn't have lessons

when we're in the cars,

and we are in the cars

about half the time.

Oh, well, then, how could he...

There was an English lady

we met in the cars.

I think her name was Miss

Featherstone... perhaps you know her?

She wanted to know why

I didn't give Randolph lessons,

give him "instruction,"

she called it.

I guess he could give me

more instruction

than I could give him.

He's very smart.

Ye-Yes, he seems to be.

Mother's going to find

a teacher for him

as soon as we get to Italy.

Can you find people in Italy

to do that kind of thing?

Oh, I think you can

find people in Italy...

Or else she's going

to find some school.

To do almost any kind of thing.

He's only ten.

He's going to college.

Have you been?

Yes, in Geneva.

Oh.

You know that English lady

in the cars, Miss Featherstone,

asked me if we didn't all live

in hotels in America.

I told her I'd never been

in so many hotels in my life

as I'd been in

since I came to Europe.

I declare,

it's nothing but hotels.

I've never seen so many!

Well, there are quite

a number of them.

Of course, they're very good,

once you get used to their ways.

Mind you, I think Europe

is perfectly sweet.

Well...

I'm not disappointed, not a bit.

Maybe it's because I'd heard

so much about it before.

I have ever so many

intimate friends

who've been ever so many times,

and then, of course,

I've so many dresses

and things from Paris.

Whenever I put on a Paris dress,

I feel as if I were in Europe.

Are you waiting for someone?

Uh, my aunt,

uh, Mrs. Costello.

I'm taking her for

a cure at the baths.

They always made me wish I was

in Europe... the dresses.

Though I'm sure they send

all the pretty ones to America.

Some of the most awful

things here.

What does she suffer from?

Uh, pardon?

Your aunt.

Oh, she keeps an open mind...

Anything her doctor suggests.

The only thing I don't like

is the society.

There isn't any, or if there is,

I don't know where

it keeps itself, do you?

Well, I think you have...

Oh, I suppose there's some

society somewhere,

but I haven't seen

anything of it.

Are you going to take

the cure, too?

( laughs ):

I hope I don't need it.

Well...

I'm very fond of society.

I've always had plenty of it.

I don't mean only in

Schenectady, but in New York.

I go to New York every winter,

and there's

lots of society there.

Last winter,

I had 17 dinners given me...

Three of them by gentlemen.

I've more friends in New York

than Schenectady...

More gentlemen friends...

and more young lady friends,

too.

I've always had a great deal

of gentlemen society.

I see.

Have you been to that old castle

around the bend?

Uh, Chillon?

I beg your pardon?

It's called

the Chateau de Chillon.

Mm-hmm. Have you

ever been there?

Oh, yes, more than

once. And you?

No, we haven't been there,

and I want to go dreadfully.

Of course, I mean to go.

I just wouldn't leave

without seeing that old castle.

You can drive, you know,

or take the little

steamer, if you like.

That's what Eugenio says...

Our courier.

We have a courier traveling

personally with us,

making all the arrangements...

All that sort of thing.

His name is Eugenio.

He's the most fastidious man

I ever saw,

but he's a splendid courier.

We were going to that

old castle last week,

but Mother gave out.

Good cooking

always gives her dyspepsia.

Maybe you should take her

to the baths with your aunt.

Well, I could ask my aunt...

Randolph wouldn't go either.

He says it's much too old

to be interesting.

He wants to stay here.

Mother's afraid

to leave him alone,

and Eugenio won't stay with him,

so we haven't been

to many places,

but it will be too bad

if we don't go up there.

Well, can't you find someone

to stay with Randolph

for an afternoon?

I wish you'd stay with him.

Oh, I'd much rather

go to Chillon.

With me?

And with your mother, of course.

Oh, I don't think

Mother would go... for you.

She's not much bent

on going anyway.

She doesn't like to ride

around in the afternoons.

Maybe she'll stay here

with Randolph,

which means maybe Eugenio

will stay, too,

and then we can go

to the castle.

We... you and I?

Oh, Eugenio.

This is Eugenio.

I knew he'd be looking

for me any minute.

I have the honor

to inform mademoiselle

it is time to go

into the village.

We're going to buy a clock.

Eugenio's found one

at a really amazing price.

I'm sure.

Mademoiselle has seen

her brother?

He's climbing the Alps.

EUGENIO: Excuse me?

Oh, he doesn't want to come.

See here, Eugenio, I'm going

to that old castle anyway.

To Chillon?

Mademoiselle

has made arrangements?

You won't back out?

I won't be happy till we go.

You're staying at this hotel,

and you're really American?

I should have the honor to

introduce you to my aunt.

She'll tell you all about me.

Oh, well,

maybe we'll go someday.

( growls )

( screams )

Oh, Randolph,

you scared Eugenio...

EUGENIO: Mademoiselle,

the carriage is waiting.

Come on, Randolph,

we're going into town.

I don't want to go into town.

Monsieur Randolph could stay

in his room.

( Randolph grumbling

indistinctly )

They're horribly common,

my dear Frederick.

They're the sort of Americans

one does one's duty

by just ignoring.

Milk?

Please.

So, you just, uh, ignore them?

Well, I can't not.

I wouldn't if I hadn't to,

but I have to.

Sugar?

Oh, no thank you.

The little girl's very pretty.

Of course, she's very pretty,

but she's of the last crudity.

Well, I see what

you mean, of course.

She has that charming look,

they all have...

Can't think

where they pick it up...

And she dresses to perfection.

Yes, I...

No, you don't know

how well she dresses.

Can't think where

they get their taste.

Oh, but, dear Aunt, after all,

she's not a Comanche Indian.

Frederick...

she's a young lady,

who has an intimacy

with her mama's courier.

Does she? An intimacy?

Well, there's no

other name for it,

and the skinny little

mother is just as bad.

They treat the courier

as a familiar friend,

as a gentleman and a scholar.

Shouldn't wonder

if he dines with them.

Very likely they've never seen

a man with such good manners,

such fine clothes,

so like a gentleman.

Probably corresponds

to the young ladies...

"Dear Viscount..."

Sits with them

in the garden of an evening.

I think he smokes

in their faces.

Well, I'm not a courier,

and I didn't smoke in her face,

and yet she was

very charming to me.

You might have

mentioned at first

that you had made

her valuable acquaintance.

We simply met in the garden...

By appointment?

And I talked to her.

No? Pray, what did you say?

I said I should take the liberty

of introducing her

to my admirable aunt.

Your admirable aunt is

a thousand times obliged.

Well, it was only to

guarantee my respectability.

And pray who is

to guarantee hers?

Oh, now, that's cruel.

She's a very innocent girl.

You don't say that

as if you believed it.

Well, how does one say it

as if one believed it?

If you believed it,

you wouldn't need to say it.

Oh, she's completely

uneducated, yes,

but I think she's wonderfully

pretty and very nice

and to prove it,

I'm going to take her one day to Chillon.

You two are going off

there together?

Well, I should think that

proved just the contrary.

How long had you known her,

may I ask, when this

interesting project was formed?

You've only been

in Vevey 24 hours.

Well, I had known

her half an hour.

Well, then she's

just as I supposed.

And what do you suppose?

Why, that she's a horror.

Oh, come...

( men speaking

foreign language )

Now, won't you at the least

meet her and see for yourself?

Is it literally true

that she's going alone

with you to that castle?

I have no doubt

she fully intends to.

Then I'm afraid I must decline

the honor of her acquaintance.

I'm an old woman,

but I'm not too old,

thank heaven,

to be honestly shocked.

But don't they all

do these things...

The, uh, little girls

in New York?

I'd sure like to see my

granddaughters do them...

Well, I've heard...

Or anyone else that's proper.

You mean, you really

think, then...?

You really think that...?

Think what, sir?

Well, that she's

the sort of girl

who expects a man

sooner or later to...

uh, well, we'll call it

carry her off?

Frederick, what I really think

is that you had

better not meddle

with little American

girls who are...

As you mildly put it...

Uneducated.

You've lived too long

out of the country.

You'll be sure to make

some great mistake.

You're too innocent.

My dear aunt,

I'm not too innocent.

Too guilty, then.

Oh, there you are.

I've been wondering

where you were.

Well, I've just finished dinner.

With your aunt?

Yes.

I declare, this is the

stupidest evening I've ever had.

Have you been all alone?

I've been walking around

with Mother.

But she gets tired

walking around.

She's gone to bed?

No, she doesn't like

to go to bed.

She doesn't sleep

hardly at all... not three hours.

She says she doesn't know how she lives.

She's dreadfully nervous.

I guess she sleeps

more than she thinks.

She's gone somewhere

to find Randolph,

to try to get him to go to bed.

He doesn't like to go to bed.

Well, let's hope

she persuades him.

Well, she'll talk

to him all she can,

but he doesn't

like her to talk to him.

I think she's going to try

to get Eugenio to talk to him,

but Randolph ain't

afraid of Eugenio.

He's a splendid courier,

but he can't seem to make

an impression on Randolph.

I don't think he'll go

to bed before 11:00.

How's your aunt feeling?

Uh, not very well, I'm afraid.

The chambermaid told me

all about her.

She said she's very

quiet and very proper,

and she wears white puffs,

and she never speaks to anyone,

and she always dines alone,

and every two days

she has a headache.

Your chambermaid's

very observant.

I think it's a lovely

description, headache and all.

I want to know her ever so much.

I know just what

your aunt would be.

I know I'd like her.

She'd be very exclusive.

Yes, she is that.

I like a lady to be exclusive.

I'm dying to be

exclusive myself,

though I guess we are

exclusive, Mother and I.

We don't speak to anyone,

or they don't speak to us.

I suppose it's about

the same thing.

Anyhow, I'll be ever so

glad to meet your aunt.

Yes, she'd be most happy, too,

but I'm afraid

those tiresome headaches...

Well, I suppose she doesn't

have a headache every day...

Well, she tells me she does.

She doesn't want to know me.

Why didn't you say so?

You needn't be afraid.

I'm not afraid.

Oh, but-but you see,

she doesn't know anyone.

She goes through life like that.

It's-it's her wretched health.

You needn't be afraid.

Why should she want to know me?

Gracious...

she is exclusive.

Well, to tell you the truth,

I think she's...

Well, here comes Mother.

Bet she didn't get

Randolph to go to bed.

Are you sure that's your mother?

Well, I guess I

know my own mother.

She's got my shawl on, too.

She's always wearing my things.

Well, I'm afraid

she doesn't see you,

or, uh, maybe she feels

guilty about your shawl.

Oh, it's a ratty old thing.

I told her she could wear it

if she didn't mind

what she looked like.

She won't come here

because she sees you.

Oh, well, then, I'd better leave.

Oh, no, come on.

Well, I'm afraid she doesn't

approve of my walking with you.

It's not for me... it's for you.

I mean, it's for her.

Well, I don't know who it's for.

But Mother doesn't like any

of my gentlemen friends.

She's just downright timid.

Always makes a fuss if

I introduce a gentleman,

but I do introduce

them, almost always.

If I didn't introduce my

gentlemen friends to Mother,

I wouldn't think I was natural.

Well, then, you'd

better know my name.

It's Winterbourne... Frederick

Forsythe Winterbourne.

Oh, my. I can't

say all that.

Mother, Mr. Frederick

Forsythe Winterbourne.

What are you doing

poking around here?

Well, I don't know.

I don't know why you like

to wear this old shawl.

Well, I do.

Did you ever get

Randolph to go to bed?

No, I couldn't induce him.

He wants to talk to the waiter.

He likes to talk to that waiter.

I was just telling

Mr. Winterbourne...

Oh, yes, I've had the pleasure

of meeting your son...

Well, I don't see how he lives.

Anyhow, it isn't as bad

as it was at Dover.

Oh, and what happened at Dover?

He wouldn't go to bed at all.

Sat up all night in the lobby.

He wasn't in bed at 12:00.

Just wouldn't budge.

Well, it was half past 12:00

when I gave up.

Well, doesn't he sleep

much during the day?

Not very much.

I wish he would.

He should make it up somehow.

It seems he just can't.

I think he's real tiresome.

Well, Daisy Miller,

I wouldn't think you'd want

to talk against

your own brother.

Well, he is tiresome, Mother.

Well, he's only ten.

He wouldn't even go

up to that castle.

Luckily, I'm going

with Mr. Winterbourne.

Uh, yes, your daughter

has kindly allowed me

the honor of being her guide.

( Daisy humming )

( sighs )

I suppose you'll go in the cars.

Yes, or on the boat.

Well, of course, I don't know.

I've never been

up to that castle.

Oh, you ought to go.

Well, we've been thinking

ever so much about going,

but it seems

like we never could.

Oh, it'd be a pity... Of course Daisy,

she wants to go around everywhere.

Yes, I found that out... But there's

a lady here... I don't know her name...

She says she doesn't think we

want to go to see castles here.

Well, I don't see why... She thinks

we'd want to wait till we go to Italy.

I think there's so many there.

Yes...

Of course, we only want to see

the principal ones. Of course.

We saw several in England.

Oh, yes, there are

beautiful ones there,

but, uh, Chillon really

is well worth seeing.

Well, of course,

if Daisy feels up to it,

it seems there just isn't

anything she wouldn't undertake.

Uh, you're sure

you won't join us?

I guess you'd better go alone.

DAISY:

Mr. Winterbourne?

Yes?

Don't you want to take me

out in the boat?

Now?

Why, of course.

Well, Annie Miller.

Oh, do let her go.

I wouldn't think she'd want to.

No?

I would think

she'd rather go inside.

I'm sure Mr. Winterbourne

wants to take me.

He's so awfully devoted.

Well, I'll row you over

to Chillon under the stars.

I don't believe it.

You haven't spoken to me

for half an hour.

I've been having a very pleasant

conversation with your mother.

Oh, pshaw... I want you

to take me out in a boat.

There are half a dozen boats

moored at that landing,

if you'll do me the honor.

I do like a gentleman

to be formal.

It's a formal offer,

I assure you.

I was determined

to make you say something.

Well, you see,

it's not very difficult,

but I'm afraid

you're only teasing me.

I don't think so, sir.

Well, in that case,

let me give you a row.

Let me give you a row...

Isn't it lovely

the way he says that?

It would be even

lovelier to do it.

It would be, it really would.

It would indeed. Lovely.

I can't wait.

After all, why wait?

Why wait for anything?

I think you should find

out what time it is.

EUGENIO:

It's 11:00, madame.

DAISY: Eugenio,

I'm going on a boat

with Mr. Winterbourne.

At this hour, mademoiselle?

I'm going with Mr. Winterbourne.

I'm going this very minute.

Tell her she can't go, Eugenio.

I think you'd better not go

out in a boat, mademoiselle.

I suppose you don't think

it's proper.

My, Eugenio doesn't think

anything's proper.

Well, nevertheless,

I'm at your service.

Does mademoiselle propose

to go alone?

Oh, no, no...

With this gentleman.

I meant alone

with the gentleman.

As mademoiselle pleases.

Oh, I hoped you'd make a fuss.

I don't care to go now.

Well, then, I'll make a fuss.

That's all I want...

A little fuss.

Monsieur Randolph has

retired for the night.

Oh, Daisy, then

we can go in now.

Good night.

I hope you're disappointed,

or disgusted, or something.

Well, I'm puzzled,

if you want to know.

Well, I hope it won't

keep you awake.

This is so beautiful...

RANDOLPH:

Bang.

What are you doing up there?

Nothing.

Hmm... been there long?

Long enough.

Want to come down?

Nope.

Well, good night, then.

Good night.

Bang.

Come on, we're going to go!

We're going to make it,

we're going to make it!

Whoo-whoo-whoo-whoo!

Come on!

Well, take my arm at least.

No!

( whistle blows )

We made it!

Barely.

I told you we would.

( seagulls screeching )

WINTERBOURNE: A mass of towers

on a block of boulders...

That's what Hugo called it.

Who did?

Victor Hugo.

Oh... I think this

is ever so much nicer

than taking the carriage, don't you?

Mm-hmm.

I have a passion for

steamboats anyway.

There's always such a

lovely breeze on the water,

and there are lots of people.

What on earth are

you so solemn about?

Solemn... am I?

You look as if you were

taking me to a funeral.

Well, I thought I was

grinning from ear to ear.

If that's a grin,

your ears are very close together.

Well, should I dance

a hornpipe on the deck?

Oh, I wish you would,

and I'll carry your hat around.

It'll pay our expenses.

( laughing )

I was never better

pleased in my life.

I like to make you

say those things.

You're funny.

Am I?

Mm-hmm.

( bell rings )

Come on, let's be

the first ones off.

( harmonica playing )

( playing melancholy tune )

( tour guide speaking French )

Yes, we are.

Yes, American.

So, first, let's...

( tour guide speaking

indistinctly in English )

And it was also rebuilt

in the 11th through 13th cycles.

Centuries.

Cycles.

Centuries.

Yeah, cycles.

What's up here?

Uh, excuse me. Sir...

This way.

( sighs )

I'm sure you know

just as much as he does.

Well, the point

he was trying to make

was that you must distinguish

the various periods.

You see, the castle wasn't all

constructed at the same time.

I heard it was built between the

ninth and the thirteenth cycle.

Uh, centuries.

Yeah, cycles.

( laughing )

( bird cooing )

A lot of people were

imprisoned in this castle.

I suppose Bonivard

was the most famous.

Was he here long?

Mm, four years, I think.

I'll show you where.

Is that how long

you've been in Europe?

Oh, longer than that.

How long?

Well, I went to school

in Geneva as a boy,

then to college there.

Oh, that long.

Oh.

Careful.

What an awful hole.

It's called an oubliette.

That's French.

That's right.

Comes from the word "oublier,"

which means "to forget."

They used to put a man down there and...

throw away the key.

Do you have any brothers

or sisters?

No, I don't.

Oubliette.

Oh, look at that

beautiful tower up there.

Mm-hmm. Now,

watch your head.

Oh, thank you.

What are these holes for

all along here?

Actually, I've never...

Of course, the main

thing to remember

is that the castle

completely dominated

the pass through the Alps.

Oh.

Why don't you like America?

Who said I didn't?

Just an impression you give.

Well, I like America very much.

I think "oubliette"

sounds funny, don't you?

What? Oh, uh,

I don't know.

Look out here.

Oh, no, no, no, be

careful, be careful.

Oh!

Be careful.

Oh, it's all right, come on.

The wood is very old.

It's very rotted, you see.

As it gets older, it's very...

Yes, it's certainly very rotted.

Why are you rushing?

You're not going

to see anything.

I don't know why I'm rushing.

What's through here?

Oh, look.

What?

Come on, maybe we'll find

another oubliette.

Now, watch your head, there.

It's beautiful over here.

Look.

I wonder what's through there.

Wait for me, and then we'll see.

Come on.

I can't wait for you

every time. Come on.

Miss Miller.

Miss Miller, where are you?

I'm here.

Oh.

( laughs ): Don't you

stray from me anymore.

You're liable to fall.

Into an oubliette.

I hope you won't forget me.

( laughs )

Oh, dear.

Now, this is where

Bonivard was chained

to that fifth pillar

right there.

My goodness.

Lord Byron carved

his name on it.

He wrote that poem

about him, of course,

The Prisoner of Chillon.

What did he do?

Byron?

No, Bonivard.

Oh, it was one of those

religious things

during the Reformation.

Oh, dear.

You see, he wanted Geneva to

be free from the Duke of Savoy

who lured him into an ambush,

brought him here,

and chained him up.

Probably he'd still be here

if the Burmese hadn't stormed

the castle four years later

and set him free.

"There are seven pillars

of Gothic mold

"in Chillon's dungeons

deep and old.

"There are seven columns

massy and gray,

"dim with the dull,

imprisoned ray

"a sunbeam

which hath lost its...

way."

Well, I hope you know enough.

I never saw a man

that knew so much.

You're teasing me again.

No, I think it's lovely.

I wish you traveled

around with us,

and then maybe we might learn

something about something.

Well, I wish that I could.

Don't you want to come

and teach Randolph?

I guess he'd improve

with a gentleman teacher.

Oh, nothing

could please me more,

but I do, unfortunately,

have other occupations.

You see, there's where Byron...

Other occupations?

I don't believe a speck of it.

What do you mean?

You're not in business.

Yes, that's true,

but I do have some engagements.

In fact, I shall

have to be back in Geneva

in just a day or so.

Oh, pshaw, I don't believe it.

I'm cold now.

What's through here?

Oh, wait for me.

Oh, now there's something

interesting.

Do you see the design

of this fireplace here?

This is from the...

Look here!

You don't mean to say you're

really going back to Geneva?

Well, yes, I'm afraid so.

In fact, I have to be

there tomorrow.

Well, Mr. Winterbourne,

I think you're horrible.

Well... don't say a thing

like that just at the last.

The last?

I call it the end.

I have a good mind to leave here

and walk straight back to the hotel alone.

No, please, wait.

There's so many other

things to see.

I think you're horrible.

I think you're horrid!

( sighs )

Who is she?

What?

This mysterious charmer

who's waiting for you in Geneva.

Oh, you're completely

mistaken, I promise you.

"You're completely mistaken,

I promise you."

But you are.

Doesn't she ever give you

more than two days off

at a time?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I have studies to complete.

I can imagine.

Doesn't she even give you

a summer vacation?

Everybody gets that.

Please stop teasing.

I suppose if you stay

an extra day,

she'll come right after you

in the boat.

I do wish you'd wait

until Friday

so I can go down to the

landing and see her arrive.

Oh, please stop.

We were having such a good time.

Miss Miller?

You think I'm teasing?

Aren't you?

All right, I'll stop.

Good.

If you'll make a solemn promise

to come to Rome this year

while we're there.

Well, that's not a

difficult promise to make.

My aunt's going to take

an apartment there,

and she's already asked

me to come see her.

I don't want you

to come for your aunt.

I want you to come just for me.

All right.

At any rate, I will

certainly come.

Shall we go back?

I don't want

to take the boat now.

Oh, well, there'll

be a carriage.

( hooves clomping )

( birds chirping )

( piano music playing )

COSTELLO:

the little abominations

picked up half a dozen

of the regular Roman court.

Close those windows.

Afraid I'm getting

another headache.

I wish these Italians

wouldn't put so much

garlic in their music.

And?

And what?

You were saying?

What about?

Uh, the fortune hunters.

What?

And Miss Miller.

Oh, yes... the fortune hunters,

and they're of

the inferior sort.

She rackets about

with them alone

in a way that makes much talk.

She takes them with her

to such houses as her

nose is allowed into.

When she comes to a party...

Such a party

as she can come to...

She brings with her one

particular Italian gentleman

who has a good deal of manner,

with whom she seems

very intimate.

As to what happens

further between them,

you must apply elsewhere

for information.

And where is the mother?

I haven't the least idea.

Oh, I really know nothing

about them whatever.

Well...

And how are my three cousins?

Splendid.

Alexander's moved up the block

from the 42nd Street house,

and Antony's still

out on Riverside Drive.

And Andrew?

Has he been to see you?

He has not.

The last I heard,

he was in Hamburg.

Seems prodigiously busy.

He's in every city that I'm not.

I see.

And will you be coming to

Mrs. Walker's tea tomorrow?

Oh, I find it difficult

to take tea...

Even more difficult

to take Mrs. Walker.

I think I might go.

Mm, if you must, Frederick.

I only hope you won't run into

those other very

dreadful people.

Well, um, considering

what you tell me,

perhaps I won't go

to see them right away,

but after what happened

at Vevey,

I certainly think

I might call on them.

If after what I tell you

you still care to,

you're very welcome.

Of course, you're not squeamish.

Men may know everyone and

they're welcome to the privilege.

Oh, now, they may be

ignorant and uncivilized,

but I'm sure there's

nothing bad about them.

Whether or not being

hopelessly vulgar is being bad

is a question

for the metaphysicans.

They're bad enough

to blush for, at any rate.

Who's the portrait for?

And for this short life,

that's quite enough.

My sons... I'm presenting each

of them with a copy.

Of course, it's

ludicrously expensive.

Unfortunately, I can never

bring myself to bargain.

I prefer to be robbed.

Have you heard

how a Roman distinguishes

between his pleasures

and his sins?

No, not yet.

His pleasures

are what he enjoys,

and his sins

are what he confesses.

Well, I don't think the Romans

have had a monopoly

on that characteristic.

No. How was Geneva

this year?

Pleasant.

You've been staying here?

Yes, but the, uh, boys

are still at school there.

I wish you'd look them up.

They like you.

Oh, I was fairly busy

with my studies.

Hmm... did you see Olga?

On occasion.

Pity she never married.

Is it?

But then there are some

singular stories about her.

MAN:

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.

Oh, well, pardon me.

I have to be a hostess.

Now, I'm not through with you.

Well, hello, hello,

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.

I am so pleased

that you could come.

MAN:

Madame Miller.

Oh, I want you to meet

the Sinclairs...

They're just lovely people.

They're just...

Well, hello.

Hello, Miss Miller.

Oh, hello,

Mrs. Walker.

I'm ever so happy to see you.

Oh, and I'm so happy

to see you, my dear.

Oh, and here's your mother,

at last.

I know you.

And I know you.

How are you, Randolph?

How's your education coming?

Well. I declare.

I told you I'd come.

Well, I didn't believe it.

Hmm, thank you very much.

You could've come

to see me, then.

Why, I only arrived today.

I don't believe a word of it.

Oh, my dear

Mrs. Miller,

will you

tell your daughter that...

You have the most

beautiful house

in all of Rome,

Mrs. Walker.

You really do.

Well, you should know, my dear.

From what I hear,

you've been in all of them.

We got a bigger place than this.

More gold on the walls, too.

I told you if I brought you,

you'd say something.

I told you.

It is bigger, too.

Well, I hope you've been well

since I saw you.

Not very well, sir.

She's got dyspepsia.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I've got it, too.

Father's got it bad,

and I've got it worse.

Ah, too much sugar.

I suffer from the liver.

I think it's this climate.

It's less bracing

than Schenectady.

That's where we live...

Oh, yes, Daisy told me...

in Schenectady.

I was saying to Daisy

that I certainly haven't found

anyone like Dr. Davis,

and I don't believe I will.

Oh, in Schenectady,

they think everything of Dr. Davis.

He has so much to do,

but there's nothing

he wouldn't do for me.

He said he never saw anything

like my dyspepsia,

but there was nothing

he wouldn't try.

I don't care what he does to me,

as long as it affords me relief.

He was just going to try

something new when we left.

Mr. Miller wanted Daisy

to see Europe for herself,

but I couldn't help

writing the other day

that it was all right for

Daisy, but I didn't know

if I could get on much

longer without Dr. Davis.

In Schenectady, he's

at the very top,

and there's a great deal

of sickness there, too.

It affects my sleep.

Yes, but, apart from that,

you are enjoying Rome?

Well, I must say

I'm disappointed.

Oh?

We'd heard so much about it.

I suppose we'd heard too much,

though we couldn't help that.

We expected something different.

Well, just you wait

a little while,

and I'm sure

you'll grow very fond of it.

I hate it worse

and worse every day.

Oh, well, you're

like the infant Hannibal.

No, I ain't like any infant!

Well, that's true,

and you never were,

but we've seen places

a long way ahead of Rome.

Oh, uh...

for example?

Well, there's Zurich.

Yes, yes...

Up there in the mountains.

Well, I think

Zurich's real lovely,

and we didn't hear

half so much about it.

If you ask me, the best place

we've seen is the

City of Richmond.

He means the ship.

We came over on the

City of Richmond,

though Randolph had a

good time on the crossing.

Only thing wrong

with the City of Richmond,

it was going the wrong way.

Well, we'll turn around

and go the right way sometime.

( Daisy laughing )

Daisy seems to be happy, anyway.

Oh, yeah, it's on account

of the society.

The society's splendid.

She goes around everywhere.

She's made a great

many acquaintances.

So I've heard...

Of course,

she goes around more than I do.

I must say, they've

all been very sweet.

They've taken her right in,

and then she knows

a great many gentlemen.

Oh, she thinks there's

nothing like Rome.

Of course, it's a

great deal pleasanter

for a young lady...

I've been telling

Mrs. Walker

how mean you were.

Mean? And what evidence

have you offered?

Why, you were

awfully mean at Vevey.

You wouldn't do most anything.

You wouldn't even

stay when I asked.

He went off to Geneva.

My dear Miss Miller,

have I come all the way to Rome

just to be riddled

by your silver shafts?

Just listen to him say that.

Did you ever hear

anything so quaint?

So quaint, my dear?

Well, I don't know.

Mrs. Walker...

Mother.

We've got to go.

I want to tell you something.

Eugenio will raise

something fierce.

I'm not afraid of Eugenio.

You know I'm coming to

your party, Mrs. Walker.

I'm delighted to hear it.

I've got a lovely dress.

I'm sure of that.

But I want to ask a favor. Yes?

Permission to bring a friend.

Well, I'd be happy to see

any of your friends.

Oh, they're not my friends.

They don't take to me.

It's an intimate friend of mine.

I never spoke to one of them.

Mr. Giovanelli.

I'd be happy

to have him come.

He's just the finest

kind of Italian.

He's a great friend of mine

and the handsomest

man in the world,

except for

Mr. Winterbourne.

He knows plenty of Italians,

but he wants to know

some Americans.

It seems he's crazy

about Americans.

Well...

He's tremendously clever.

I look forward to

meeting Mr. Giovanelli.

And he sings.

Mother.

He's perfectly lovely.

Eugenio's really going

to raise something on me.

Well, I guess we'd better

go back to the hotel.

You go back, Mother.

I'm just going to walk

around a little.

She's going to walk

with Mr. Giovanelli.

I'm going to take a walk

on the Pinchio.

Alone, my dear, at this hour?

It's not safe.

There are lots of people

up there at this hour.

That's exactly why I

don't think it's safe.

Well, then, neither do I.

You're sure to catch

a Roman fever.

You've heard what

Dr. Davis told you.

Give her some of that

medicine before she goes.

Oh, Mrs. Walker,

you're too perfect.

I'm not going alone.

I'm going to meet a friend.

Mr. Giovanelli.

Oh, your friend won't keep you

from catching the fever.

Is it Mr. Giovanelli?

Mr. Giovanelli.

The beautiful

Mr. Giovanelli.

My dear girl,

please take my advice.

Don't prowl off

to the Pinchio at this hour

to meet a beautiful Italian.

Well, he speaks

first-rate English.

Goodness, I never

heard such a fuss.

I don't want to do anything

that's going to affect my

health or my character,

but there's an easy

way to settle it.

The Pinchio's only a

hundred yards off,

and, if Mr.

Winterbourne

were half as polite

as he pretends,

he'd offer to walk

me right over.

Oh, I wonder if I might

have the pleasure

of walking you

to the Pinchio, Miss Miller.

Oh, Mr. Winterbourne,

how gracious of you.

WINTERBOURNE: Oh,

think nothing of it.

Good-bye, Eugenio.

I'm going to take a walk.

This is the most

beautiful spot in Rome.

Hmm, it's renowned to be.

I think it's more beautiful

than Central Park.

Oh, yes, I would say.

Why haven't you been to see me?

You can't get out of that.

But I told you,

I just stepped off the train.

Then you must've

stayed on the train

a good while after it stopped.

Oh.

I guess you were asleep.

You had time to go

see Mrs. Walker.

I knew Mrs. Walker.

I know where you knew her, too.

You knew her at Geneva.

She told me so.

Well, you knew me at Vevey.

That's just as good,

so you should've come.

Well, I heard

you hadn't been lacking

in company, anyway.

We've got splendid

rooms at the hotel.

Eugenio says they're

the best rooms in Rome.

Really?

We're going to stay all winter,

if we don't die of the fever,

and I guess we'll stay then.

Well... It's ever so much

nicer than I thought.

I thought it'd be awfully

quiet and terribly poky.

I was sure we'd be going

around all the time

with one of those

dreadful old men

who explain about pictures,

and fireplaces and things.

I see.

But we only had

about a week of that...

Now I'm enjoying myself.

I know ever so many people,

and they're all so charming.

The society is very select.

They're all kinds: English,

Germans, Italians...

I think I like the English best.

I like their style

of conversation,

but there are some

lovely Americans.

Oh, there's lovely...

I never saw anything

so hospitable.

There's something new every day.

Well, do you ever go out...?

There's not much dancing,

but I must say I never thought

dancing was everything.

I was always fond

of conversation.

I guess I'll have plenty

of that at Mrs. Walker's.

Her rooms are too small

for anything else.

( laughing )

( street musicians playing )

( puppets grumbling )

( people laughing )

Oh, no.

( applause )

Now, shall we buy some candy

for poor old Randolph?

Oh, all right.

( speaking Italian )

I want that one.

( speaking Italian )

Now I'll walk you back.

Oh, no. I'm going

to meet Mr. Giovanelli.

Oh, must you?

Of course. He's waiting

around here somewhere.

Well, I'm certainly not

going to help you find him.

Then I'll find him without you.

I'm certainly not

going to let you leave me.

Are you afraid you'll get lost or

run over... with your lollipop?

Oh, now, see here, Daisy...

But there he is.

Where?

Leaning against that tree.

He's staring at all the women.

Did you ever see

anything so cool?

Do you seriously mean

to speak to that thing?

Do I mean to speak to him?

Why, you don't think I'm going

to communicate by signs, do you?

Look here. I hope

you understand

I intend to come with you.

I don't like the way

you say that.

It's too imperious.

Pardon me, but the point was

to give you an idea

of my meaning.

I've never allowed

a gentleman to dictate

to me or interfere

with anything I do.

I think that's just where

your mistake has been.

You should listen to a gentleman

sometimes... the right one.

( laughs ):

I do nothing

but listen to gentlemen.

Tell me if

Mr. Giovanelli's the right one.

( band playing )

No, he's not the right one.

Come now, I want you to tell me

everything you've done today,

aside from getting dressed,

which must affect most of us.

Miss Miller is the most amusing

young lady I never meet.

Ever meet.

Ever meet. Grazie.

Prego.

You're American, no?

Yes.

Yes. Well, so he claims

but he never lives there.

Ah, you don't like.

Not at all.

I've simply been

traveling abroad,

studying at Geneva.

Mm-hmm.

I like America.

You've been?

Please?

You've been to America?

Oh, no, never. Ever? Never.

Never. See, now,

I go there one day.

Mmm.

I don't like Italians so much.

Oh, I do.

Well, because

you've very genteel...

How do you say...?

Nice.

Very nice. Grazie.

Thank you.

No, thank you, you.

Mr. Winterbourne, Mr. Winterbourne.

Yes.

Mr. Winterbourne?

Si.

Mrs. Walker

just there.

She ask you, you come.

Wha-What-what? Oh.

Oh, excuse me a moment.

Women follow wherever he goes.

I'll be right back.

Good afternoon.

What brings you here?

This is really too dreadful.

That crazy girl

mustn't be allowed

to do this sort of thing,

walking here like this

with two men.

50 people have noticed her.

WINTERBOURNE: Well, I think it's a

shame to make too much fuss about it.

It's also a shame

to let the girl ruin herself.

Oh, she's very innocent.

She's very reckless...

and, left to herself,

goodness knows

how far it may go.

I mean, did you ever see

anything so blatantly

imbecile as the mother...

allowing her daughter to...

I mean, after you left,

I couldn't sit still

thinking about it.

Thank heavens I've found you.

And what do you plan

to do with us now?

If she will get in and ride

about with me for a while,

it will seem as though

it's all arranged.

At least that way

the world will see

that she's not running

absolutely wild.

Ask her to step

over here, would you?

I really don't think

it's a very happy idea, but,

uh... you're free to try.

Oh, sure...

Well, hello, again,

Mrs. Walker.

I'm just enchanted

to have a chance

to introduce you

to Mr. Giovanelli.

This is he.

Mr. Giovanelli,

this is the famous

Mrs. Walker

who so sweetly

asked you to a party.

I'm most honored. How do you do?

I declare, that is

the loveliest carriage rug

I ever saw anywhere.

Isn't it lovely?

I'm glad you like it.

Why don't you get in

and let me put it over you?

Oh, no, thank you.

I'll like it ever so much more

watching you

drive around with it.

Oh, do get in

and drive about with me.

That would be charming,

but it's so fascinating

just as I am.

Well, it may

be fascinating, my dear,

but it's not the custom here.

Well, it ought to be, then.

If I didn't walk, I'd expire.

Well, you should walk

with your mother, dear.

With my mother, dear?

My mother never walked

ten steps in her life,

and, then, you know,

I'm more than five years old.

You're old enough

to be more reasonable.

You're old enough,

dear Miss Miller,

to be talked about.

Talked about?

What do you mean?

Come into my carriage,

and I will tell you.

I don't think I want

to know what you mean.

I don't think I'd like it.

I think you should know,

Miss Miller.

I think it's time you did,

or do you prefer being thought

a very reckless girl?

Gracious me.

Does Mr. Winterbourne think

that to save our reputation

I ought to get in the carriage?

I think you should

get into the carriage.

Oh, I never heard anything

so stiff.

If this isn't proper,

Mrs. Walker,

then I'm improper,

and you should give me right up.

Good-bye. I hope you

have a lovely ride.

Get in this.

I really feel I should

accompany her, don't you?

Mr. Winterbourne,

if you don't get in here,

I shall never speak

to you again.

All right. Just a moment.

Here he comes at last.

I'm very sorry,

but she insists I ride with her.

Will you... forgive me?

( speaks Italian )

That wasn't very clever of you.

I don't wish to be clever.

Only honest in cases like this.

Well, your honesty's

only put her off.

WALKER:

It's happened very well.

If she's so determined

to compromise herself,

the sooner one knows it,

the better.

She meant no harm, you know.

One can act accordingly,

or that's what I

thought, a month ago,

but she's been going too far.

Well, what's she been doing,

for heaven's sake?

Everything that's not done here.

Oh.

Flirting with any man

she can pick up,

sitting in corners

with mysterious Italians,

dancing all evening

with the same partner,

receiving callers

at 11:00 at night.

Her mother melts away

when they come.

( laughs ): But her brother sits

up till 2:00 in the morning.

So he must be edified

by what he sees.

I'm told that at their hotel

everyone's talking about her,

and that a smile goes

around the servants

when a gentleman comes

and asks for Miss Miller.

I don't think we should pay

any attention to servants.

The girl's only fault

is she thinks

Giovanelli's a gentleman.

Of course, he isn't even

a very good imitation.

There you are.

He's a penny-a-liner...

Some third-rate artist,

but how can she know?

She's naturally indelicate.

He's not bad-looking.

How long had you

known her at Vevey?

A couple of days.

Imagine her making that remark

about your going to Geneva.

Yes. Taste never has been

the Miller family's

strongest point.

On the other hand,

Mrs. Walker,

perhaps you and I have

lived too long at Geneva.

I really think you should stop.

Stop?

Encouraging the girl,

flirting with her yourself,

giving her any further

opportunity to expose herself.

Let her alone.

I'm afraid I can't do anything

quite as enlightened as that.

I like her very much, you know.

Well, all the more reason

you shouldn't help her

to make a scandal.

Well, you may be sure

there'd be nothing scandalous

in my attentions.

Well, I've said what I had to.

If you wish to rejoin

the young lady

you have a chance.

I believe I will.

As you wish.

( knocks )

( "Eine Kleine

Nachtmusik" playing )

Madame Miller.

Finally.

Excuse me a moment.

I wouldn't miss this.

Uh, no, I've come

all alone, you see.

I'm so frightened,

I don't know what to do.

It's the first time

I've ever been to a party alone,

especially in Italy.

I wanted to bring Randolph,

or Eugenio, or someone,

but Daisy just pushed me

off by myself.

And doesn't your

daughter intend...?

I'm not used

to going around alone.

To favor us with her company?

Oh, well, Daisy's all dressed.

She got dressed on purpose

before dinner,

but she's got a friend

of hers there...

The gentleman

she wanted to bring.

Mr. Giovanelli, yes.

The handsomest of the Italians.

I've had the pleasure.

Well, they got going

at the piano.

Seems they couldn't stop.

Mr. Giovanelli does sing

splendidly...

but I guess they'll come

before very long.

I'm sorry she's coming

in that way.

Well, I told her,

there was no use

getting dressed before...

This is just horrible, Charles.

She's trying to

take revenge on me.

When she comes,

I won't speak to her.

No use putting on a dress

like that

just to sit around

with Mr. Giovanelli.

Miss Miller.

I'm afraid you thought

I was never coming.

That's why I sent

Mother off to tell you.

Here, this is for you.

Isn't it pretty?

I wanted to make

Mr. Giovanelli

practice some things

before he came.

You know, he sings beautifully,

and I want you

to ask him to sing.

This is Mr. Giovanelli.

Yes.

You know, I introduced

him to you.

How do you do?

I'm sorry we are so late.

He's got the most lovely voice.

He knows the most

charming songs.

I made him go over

them tonight on purpose.

We had the greatest time

at the hotel.

Is there anyone here I know?

I think everyone knows you.

You are hungry?

Oh, yes, yes.

Well, let's go.

Mother...

Daisy, did you ever

get Randolph to bed?

Well, he said Mr. Giovanelli's

singing kept him awake...

( singing in Italian )

I do hope this is the finale.

I still haven't

managed to find out

who finally asked him to sing.

Daisy Miller.

Apparently not.

She's too busy chattering.

Look, she's worked her way

over to your old college chum.

It's a shame these rooms

are so small. We can't da...

I'm not too sorry.

I can't dance a step.

Of course you can't.

Your legs would be stiff

cooped up in that carriage

all that time.

Well, they were

quite restless there.

They really wanted

to walk beside you.

Oh, well, we paired off.

That was much better.

My other friend,

my friend in need, stuck by me.

He seems more in control

of his limbs than you are.

I'll say that for him.

But did you ever hear

anything so cool

as Mrs. Walker's wanting me

to get into her carriage

and drop poor Mr. Giovanelli,

and all supposedly

just to be proper.

People surely do

have different ideas.

It surely wouldn't

have been very kind.

He's been talking about

that walk for ten days.

He shouldn't have talked

about it at all.

He'd never dare ask

a young Italian lady

to walk about the streets

of Rome with him.

About the streets?

Well, then,

where would he ask her to walk?

Besides, Pinchio's not

the streets anyway,

and thank goodness I'm

not a young Italian lady.

Young Italian ladies

must have a dreadfully

poky time of it, if you ask me.

Why should I change

my habits for them?

I'm afraid you have the habits

of a ruthless flirt.

Of course, I do.

I'm a terrible, frightful flirt.

Did you ever hear of a

nice girl that wasn't?

But now I guess you'll tell

me I'm not a nice girl.

Uh, you're a very nice girl,

but I wish you...

What?

I wish you'd flirt only with me.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

But you're the last person

I'd think of flirting with.

I told you... you're too stiff.

You say that too often.

If I thought I could

make you angry,

I'd say it again.

Well, don't. When I'm angry,

I'm stiffer than ever.

Oh, I'd like to see that.

But if you won't flirt with me,

at least stop flirting

with your friend at the piano.

They don't understand

that sort of thing here.

Really? I thought they

understood nothing else.

Not in young, unmarried women.

Well, it seems to me

ever so much more proper

in a young, unmarried woman

than an old married one.

Flirting is a purely

American custom, Miss Miller.

It doesn't exist here.

So when you go about in

public with Mr. Giovanelli,

and without your mother...

Goodness me, poor mother.

And though you may be flirting,

Mr. Giovanelli is not.

He means something else.

Well, at least

he isn't preaching.

And if you really want to know,

neither of us is

flirting, not a speck.

We're too good friends for that.

We're real intimate friends.

I see.

Well, if you're in love

with each other,

it's quite another affair,

isn't it?

Mr. Giovanelli

at least...

Mr. Giovanelli

never says

such very unpleasant

things to me.

( mild applause )

Grazie, grazie, grazie.

Do you want

some tea? Yes?

In the other room.

It never occurred

to Mr. Winterbourne

to offer me any tea.

I've offered you

some good advice.

I prefer weak tea.

Well, you sang beautifully.

I just love that song.

( yawning )

MRS. MILLER: I don't

care what he does to me,

as long as he brings me

what I need.

But I must say,

the climate in Rome is less

bracing than Schenectady,

especially in winter.

That's where we live...

In Schenectady.

I was saying to Daisy

that I certainly haven't found

anyone like Dr. Davis,

and I don't believe I will.

Oh, but Schenectady thinks

everything of Dr. Davis.

There's so much to do,

but there's nothing

he wouldn't do for me.

Your friend hasn't

moved all evening.

Oh, really?

Why don't you break in, Freddy?

She's a disgrace.

Oh, Mrs. Walker,

I want to thank you

for a serata.

Absolutely delizioso.

Oh, well, I'm so glad

you managed to come.

So nice of you.

We probably should go.

Mother's probably tired.

There she is.

Mother, I know you're exhausted.

Good night.

Thank you so much.

Good night.

Well, good night, Mrs. Walker.

We had ever so nice a time.

I'm sorry...

Good night, Mrs. Walker.

We had a beautiful time.

You see, though I let Daisy

come to parties without me,

I certainly don't want her

to leave them without me.

( speaks Italian )

Good night.

That was very cruel.

She never enters

my drawing room again.

Signore?

Madame Miller, per favore.

( speaking Italian )

Oh... Grazie.

Prego. Buon giorno.

Yeah. Buon giorno.

( rings )

Signore?

Madame Miller?

( speaking Italian )

Oh... Grazie.

CONCIERGE:

Buena sera, signore.

Buena sera.

( organ plays somber melody )

( whispering conversation )

( organ continues )

COSTELLO:

That's what makes you

so pensive these days, eh?

Oh, have I been pensive?

Preoccupied, anyway.

You were supposed to come

by for me this morning.

Was I? I thought

we said to meet here.

No, you see.

I'm sorry.

Your mind's on other things.

Well, I really don't know what.

Why, that Miss Baker

or Miss Chandler

or what's-her-name.

Miss Miller.

Yes, and her

intrigue with that...

Intrigue?

That little barber's block.

Something carried out

with so much publicity.

Well, that's their folly,

it's not their merit.

I don't think

there's any intrigue.

I've heard a dozen

people speak of it.

They say she's quite

carried away by him.

Well, they're certainly

as thick as thieves.

He's very handsome.

Do you think so?

It's easy to see how it is.

She thinks him the most

elegant man in the world,

the finest gentleman.

She's never seen

anything like him.

He's better even

than the courier.

Was the courier probably

who introduced them.

Expects a fine

commission, I'm sure,

if the fellow succeeds

in marrying her.

I really don't believe she has

any thought of marrying him.

I'm not sure she's capable

of thought at all.

I certainly see

no evidence of it.

She romps on from day to day,

from hour to hour,

saving from the golden age.

Can imagine nothing more vulgar.

No, I'm sure that's

much more than

Giovanelli really expects.

Who?

The little Roman.

My dear Frederick,

she will be telling you

at any moment

that she is engaged,

depend on it.

Well, apparently

he's a perfectly

respectable little man.

A lawyer, I think,

though he doesn't exactly

move in the best circles.

She must be wonderfully

pretty and interesting to him.

But he can't really

hope to pull it off.

He must see that's too

impossible a piece of luck.

What has he to offer?

He hasn't even a title.

I mean, if only a marquis

or even a count.

Or indeed anyone at all.

WINTERBOURNE: Wouldn't it

be funny if they were both

perfectly innocent and

sincere and had no idea

the impression they're creating?

No, it wouldn't be funny.

Madame Miller, per favore.

( speaking Italian )

Oh. Grazie.

( speaking Italian )

Si?

( speaking Italian )

Oh! Grazie!

Prego.

( speaking Italian )

Grazie!

Prego. Prego, Signore.

( piano plays "Pop Goes

the Weasel" poorly )

( laughing )

( Daisy speaks Italian )

Well, if it isn't

Mr. Winterbourne.

Great, good afternoon.

Am I interrupting?

Not at all.

Mr. Giovanelli's learning

an American song.

Perhaps not.

Well, don't just stand there,

come in and close the door.

Bring that chair over

here and sit down.

I want you to hear this.

Mr. Giovanelli will now sing

the song I've taught him.

Oh, no, no.

It's not possible.

Si, si, it's possible.

Well, hurry up,

Mr. Winterbourne.

Is Randolph out?

Oh, yes.

Eugenio's taken him and

Mother to buy some shoes.

Mother's feet hurt and Randolph's

coming out of his shoes.

I don't know

what he does to them.

Mr. Winterbourne.

Yes?

Will you sit down?

Mr. Giovanelli,

we're waiting.

No, no, you sing your song.

It's bellissimo.

This is the most difficult

song I never hear.

Ever hear.

Ever hear, grazie.

Prego. Come on,

we're waiting, sing.

Mr. Winterbourne

is getting impatient.

Mr. Winterbourne, please,

you ask her to sing.

I'd enjoy that.

Ah...

You think so.

Well, first we're going

to hear Mr. Giovanelli,

then maybe I'll sing.

Oh, she's always winning.

I have no doubt.

Ready? Here we go.

♪ When the night walks in

as black as a sheep ♪

♪ And the hen and her eggs

are fast asleep ♪

♪ Then into her nest

with a serpent's creep ♪

♪ Pop goes the weasel ♪

♪ Then form two lines

as straight as a string ♪

♪ Dance in and out,

then three in a ring ♪

♪ Dive under

like a duck and sing ♪

♪ Pop goes the weasel ♪

( piano plays faster )

No, stop it.

Yes.

I can't, not tonight.

♪ Pop goes the weasel ♪

♪ Then form two lines

as straight as a string ♪

♪ Then in and out,

then three in a ring ♪

♪ Dive under

like a duck and sing ♪

♪ Pop goes the weasel. ♪

Bravo. Encore.

No, no, I think he's

heard me enough.

I play for you, now.

Would you like that?

Very much.

All right.

( piano intro plays )

♪ I wandered today

to the hill, Maggie ♪

♪ To watch the scene below ♪

♪ The creek and the creaking

old mill, Maggie ♪

♪ As we used to long ago ♪

♪ The green grove is gone

from the hill, Maggie ♪

♪ Where first

the daisies sprung ♪

♪ The creaking old mill ♪

♪ Is still, Maggie ♪

♪ Since you and I were young ♪

♪ And now we are aged

and gray, Maggie ♪

♪ And the trials of life

nearly done ♪

♪ Let us sing of the days

that are gone, Maggie ♪

♪ When you and I were young. ♪

( applauding )

Grazie.

Bravo, bravo.

Grazie, maestro.

Oh...

here's mother.

Uh, good afternoon, Mrs.

Miller. Buena sera.

Daisy, is Randolph here?

Did he come back?

I thought he was with you.

Well, he was, but we were

buying some shoes

and he just ran

right out of the store.

Eugenio is looking for him.

I thought maybe he came home.

I declare, that boy's going

to be the death of me.

Just wished Dr. Davis was here.

Is there something I can do?

Oh, no... oh.

Allow me, please.

Seem to be

so many different pieces.

He has the best

manners, doesn't he?

In there.

Excuse me.

Mr. Giovanelli's

going to practice

his new song for you both.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes...

She's always teasing

that poor Mr. Giovanelli.

I don't know how he

stands it, but he does.

They're always together.

Yes, I've noticed.

They're certainly very intimate.

Oh, it seems as if they couldn't

live without each other.

Yes.

Well, he's a real

gentleman anyway.

But I guess I have the

joke on Daisy, though.

The joke?

Well, that she must be engaged.

And how does your daughter

take the joke?

Oh, she says she ain't.

I see.

She might as well be.

She goes on as if she was.

I'm afraid I must be going.

But I've made Mr. Giovanelli

promise to tell me

if Daisy does it.

I'd want to write Mr. Miller about

it, wouldn't you?

Well, I imagine so.

Perhaps you'll say

good-bye to Daisy for me.

Oh, yes, I will.

And if you see Randolph,

please tell him to come

home right away, won't you?

Of course. Good day.

Good day.

( humming )

( gasping )

Randolph.

Now where's Eugenio?

Looking for me.

( birds singing )

DAISY:

Mr. Winterbourne.

Well, I should think

you'd be lonesome.

Lonesome?

Always going around by yourself.

Can't you get anyone

to walk with you?

I'm not as lucky as

your gallant companion.

I know why you say that.

You think I go around

too much with him.

Everyone does,

if you care to know.

Of course I care to know,

but I don't believe

a word of it.

They're only pretending

to be shocked.

They don't really care

a straw what I do.

Hmm, I think you'll

find they do.

Besides, I don't

go around so much.

And they'll show it,

unpleasantly.

How unpleasantly?

They're already not

inviting you places.

Haven't you noticed anything?

I've noticed you,

but then I noticed

you were stiff as a ramrod

the first time I ever saw you.

Well, you'll find I'm not

half as stiff as some others.

How will I?

Try going to see them.

What will they do to me?

They'll give you

the cold shoulder.

Do you know what that means?

You mean the way Mrs.

Walker did the other night?

That's exactly what I mean.

I wouldn't think you'd

let people be so unkind.

How can I help it?

I would think you'd want

to say something.

I do want to say something.

Oh?

Do you?

I want to say that...

Yes?

Your mother says

she believes you're engaged.

Well, I guess she does.

And does Randolph believe it?

Oh, I don't think Randolph

believes anything.

( laughs )

But since you've mentioned it,

I am engaged.

You don't believe it!

Yes, I do.

For you!

Grazie.

Prego.

You will walk with us?

No, thank you.

No, you don't believe it.

But if you possibly do,

well, I'm not!

And she wants me to come

to Geneva with her this summer.

Her brother's still

at school there.

You know them, don't you?

Freddy?

Hmm?

Really!

I'm sorry.

You didn't say ten words

all through dinner.

What's the matter with you?

I don't know.

I saw her today.

You did?

Mm-hmm.

Where?

At the D'Orio Palace.

Right under that portrait

of the Pope by Velázquez.

Was she alone?

Well, no...

with that little Italian

who's always got a stack

of flowers in his button hole.

She's certainly pretty.

Yes.

She's a mystery.

What?

I can't decide if she's

really reckless or really...

Innocent?

Yes, I suppose.

Well, no one can say

you aren't gallant.

I hear she's about

at all hours with that Italian,

and not always in the most

refined surroundings.

( sighs ):

Oh...

Maybe she's just an American

girl, and that's that.

All right.

What do you say we both go back

to Geneva this summer?

Well, it's a hopeless

puzzle, anyway.

Whatever it is I've missed

about her, it's too late now.

She's obviously carried

away with Giovanelli.

I don't think

you've missed a thing.

Listen, do you mind?

I'd like to walk the

rest of the way.

What?!

It's all right.

Are you sure?

Yes, it's such a lovely evening.

I feel like some air.

Will I see you

at the opera next week?

Of course.

Cheer up.

Be a grand summer!

( distant shrieking )

( cat growling )

( perturbed meowing )

( owl hooting )

( cat growling )

( woman giggling )

( giggling continues )

( woman and man

speaking Italian )

( woman sighs )

( woman cackling )

( voices murmuring )

DAISY:

Well, he looks at us

like one of those old lions

or tigers

must have looked

at the Christians.

GIOVANELLI: Well,

let us hope he isn't hungry.

He eats me first,

and you for dessert.

DAISY: Well,

that was Mr. Winterbourne.

He sees me, and he cuts me dead.

How long have you been

pulling about here?

Well!

I guess all evening.

I see.

I never saw anything so quaint.

Well, I'm afraid you won't think

a bad attack of malaria

is very quaint.

That's what the Roman fever

is, you know.

This is just the way

people catch it.

I'm really surprised a Roman

could be so

extraordinarily rash.

Ah, for myself, I have no fear.

Well, neither have I, for you.

I'm speaking

for this young lady.

I assured Miss Miller

it was a serious indiscretion.

I was never sick,

and I don't mean to be.

But when was

Mademoiselle ever...?

I'm as healthy as a horse.

I was bound to see the

Coliseum by moonlight.

I wouldn't have wanted

to go home without that.

We've had the most

beautiful time.

Haven't we, Mr. Giovanelli?

Oh, yes.

If there's any danger,

Eugenio can give me some pills.

Eugenio's got

some splendid pills.

Then I advise you to drive home

as quickly as possible

and take one.

What he says is very good.

I go to see if

the carriage is there.

( sighs )

Well, I have seen

the Coliseum by moonlight.

That's one thing

I can rave about.

There ain't no Coliseum

in Schenectady yet.

Why are you always so stiff?

Hmm!

Did you believe

I was engaged the other day?

It doesn't really matter now

what I believed the other day.

Well, what do you believe now?

I believe it makes

very little difference

whether you're engaged or not.

( footsteps approaching )

GIOVANELLI:

Quick, quick!

( speaks Italian )

If we are home by midnight,

we are quite safe.

WINTERBOURNE:

I do hope

you won't forget

Eugenio's pills.

I don't care if I have

the Roman fever or not.

( whip cracks )

( singing aria in Italian )

( singing continues )

( applause )

( chattering )

Well, I heard that she spent

the entire night

with that man alone.

Well! Just

imagine!

I'd rather not.

Do you believe it's true?

It was after midnight

when she came home.

I blame the mother.

Oh, ladies...

CHARLES:

Freddy! Freddy!

Where have you been all week?

Oh, I went to the seashore

for a few days.

Actually, I'm going back

to Geneva tomorrow.

I just came by

to pick up some things

and say good-bye to my aunt.

And Mrs. Walker, I hope.

She's over there. Will you?

All right.

WOMAN:

most alarming...

Is she in the hospital?

No, her mother's

taking care of her,

but she's seen several doctors.

Well, I must say,

I'm not surprised.

Uh, Charles?

Yes, of course.

Bye-bye!

Yes, what?

What do you hear

about Daisy Miller?

Oh, that's right.

You've been away.

You haven't heard. Heard what?

The silly girl's caught

the Roman fever.

They say she's really very ill.

Apparently,

she stayed out too...

Freddy?!

Where are you going?

Freddy?

RANDOLPH: Going around

at night that way.

That's what's made her so sick.

She's always going around

at night.

I wouldn't think she'd want to.

It's so blasted dark over here,

you can't see anything

unless the moon's up.

It's not like that in America.

Ain't that right, Eugenio?

So dark over here.

Mm.

This way, Doctor.

Randolph, aren't you in bed yet?

I'm going.

Thank you very much.

Uh, Mrs. Miller.

Why, Mr. Winterbourne.

Good evening.

Excuse my coming so late.

I've been out of the city.

I only just heard.

How is she?

Oh, the doctor

says he can't tell.

I do wish Dr. Davis

were here.

He's our doctor in Schenectady.

Yes, I know.

Is there anything I can do?

Oh, no, thank you.

It's just this fever.

I wish Randolph would go to bed.

But he's been very helpful, too,

in his way.

That Italian doctor

said it's a very bad case.

I guess he must be right.

Her fever's been so high.

Well, then I'm sure

she'll be better soon.

It always gets very

high before it drops.

Daisy spoke of you

the other day quite pleasantly.

Oh?

Half the time she doesn't

know what she's saying,

but this time I think she did.

She gave me a message

she told me to tell you.

She says she never was engaged

to that Mr. Giovanelli

who was always around.

I'm sure I'm very glad.

He hasn't been near her

since she was taken ill.

I thought he was

such a gentleman,

but I don't call that

very polite.

A lady told me

she thought he was afraid

I didn't approve

of his being around

with her so much evenings.

I guess I don't see

the point now,

but you'd think

he knows I'm a lady

and wouldn't raise a fuss.

He underestimates you.

Anyway, she wants you to know

she's not engaged.

I don't know why

she makes so much of it,

but she said to me three times

she said, "Mind you tell

Mr. Winterbourne."

And then she told me to ask

if you remembered the time

you went up to that castle

in Switzerland.

I said I wouldn't give

any such message as that,

only if she's not engaged,

I guess I'm glad

to know it, too.

Signore!

( indistinct conversation )

( birds singing )

MAN:

Amen.

She was the most

beautiful young lady

I never seen.

And...

the most amiable.

And she was the most innocent.

The most innocent?

Yes, the most innocent.

Then why the devil did you

take her to that... place?

For myself, I had no fear.

She...

Yes?

She did what she liked.

If she had lived,

I would have got nothing.

She never would have

married me, I'm sure.

She never would

have married you.

I hoped so, but no.

I'm convinced.

I'm sure.

( sobbing )

Time to go, I guess.

WINTERBOURNE: It's on my

conscience, you see?

I'm afraid I did her

an injustice.

COSTELLO:

Did you? How?

WINTERBOURNE: She sent me

a message before she died.

I didn't understand it

at the time,

but I've understood it since.

I think she would have...

appreciated my esteem.

COSTELLO: Is that some

modest way of saying

you think she would have

reciprocated your affection

had you shown it?

WINTERBOURNE:

You were right, you know?

That remark you made

last summer?

I was booked to make a mistake.

I've lived too long

in foreign parts.

♪ And now we are aged

and gray, Maggie ♪

♪ And the trials of life

nearly done ♪

♪ Let us sing of the days

that are gone, Maggie ♪

♪ When you and I were young. ♪

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