Roman Holiday

Paramount News brings you a special coverage

of Princess Ann's visit to London,

the first stop on her much-publicized goodwill tour of European capitals.

She gets a royal welcome from the British,

as thousands cheer the gracious young member

of one of Europe's oldest ruling families.

After three days of continuous activity and a visit to Buckingham Palace,

Ann flew to Amsterdam,

where Her Royal Highness dedicated the new International Aid Building

and christened an ocean liner,

then went to Paris,

where she attended many official functions

designed to cement trade relations

between her country and the Western European nations.

And so, to Rome, the Eternal City,

where the princess' visit was marked by a spectacular military parade

highlighted by the band of the crack Bersaglieri regiment.

The smiling young princess showed no sign of the strain

of the week's continuous public appearances,

and, at her country's embassy that evening,

a formal reception and ball in her honour

was given by her country's ambassador to Italy.

Her Royal Highness.

His Excellency, the Papal Nuncio, Monsignor Altomonte.

Sir Hugo Macy de Farmington.

- Good evening, Sir Hugo. - Good evening, Your Royal Highness.

His Highness the Maharajah of Khanipur

and the Rajkumari.

I'm so glad that you could come.

- Thank you. - Thank you, madam.

Friherre Erick af Massinsjarna Bergenskiold.

Prince Istvan Barlossy Nagyavaros.

How do you do?

Ihre Hoheit der Furst und die Fursten von und zu Luchtenstichenholz.

Sir Hari Singh and Kmark Singh.

The Count and Countess Von Marstrand.

Good evening, Countess.

Good evening.

Señor e Señora Joao de Camoes.

Good evening.

Hassan El Din Pasha.

How do you do?

I hate this nightgown.

I hate all my nightgowns, and I hate all my underwear, too.

My dear, you have lovely things.

But I'm not two hundred years old.

Why can't I sleep in pyjamas?

Pyjamas!

Just the top part.

Did you know there are people

who sleep with absolutely nothing on at all?

I rejoice to say that I did not.

Listen.

Ann, your slippers.

Please put on your slippers and come away from the window.

Your milk and crackers.

Everything we do is so wholesome.

They'll help you to sleep.

I'm too tired to sleep. I shan't sleep a wink.

Now, my dear, if you don't mind, tomorrow's schedule, or "schedule,"

whichever you prefer. Both are correct.

8:30, breakfast here with the embassy staff.

9:00, we leave for the Polinari automotive works,

where you'll be presented with a small car.

Thank you.

Which you will not accept.

No, thank you.

10:35, inspection of food and agricultural organization,

will present you with an olive tree.

No, thank you.

Which you will accept.

Thank you.

10:55, the New Foundling Home for Orphans.

You will preside over the laying of the cornerstone.

Same speech as last Monday.

Trade relations.

Yes.

For the orphans?

No, no, no, the other one.

Youth and progress.

Precisely.

11:45, back here to rest. No, that's wrong.

11:45, conference here with the press.

Sweetness and decency.

1:00 sharp, lunch with the Foreign Ministry.

You will wear your white lace and carry a bouquet of

- very small pink roses. - Very small pink roses.

3:05, presentation of a plaque.

Thank you.

4:10, review Special Guard of Carabinieri...

No, thank you.

- 4:45, back here to change... - How do you do? Charmed.

...into your uniform to meet the... - So happy...

Stop!

- Good heavens! - Stop! Stop! Stop!

It's all right, dear. It didn't spill.

I don't care if it spilled or not.

I don't care if I drowned in it!

My dear, you're ill.

I'll send for Dr. Bonnachoven.

I don't want Dr. Bonnachoven! Please let me die in peace.

You're not dying.

Leave me!

- Leave me! - It's nerves. Control yourself, Ann.

I don't want to!

Your Highness!

I'll get Dr. Bonnachoven.

It's no use.

I'll be dead before he gets here.

She's asleep.

She was in hysterics three minutes ago, Doctor.

Are you asleep, ma'am?

No!

I'll only disturb Your Royal Highness a moment.

I'm very ashamed, Dr. Bonnachoven.

Suddenly, I was crying.

To cry, a perfectly normal thing to do.

It's most important she be calm and relaxed

for the press conference, Doctor.

Don't worry, Doctor.

I'll be calm and relaxed.

I'll bow, and I'll smile.

I'll improve trade relations, and...

There she goes again. Give her something, Doctor, please.

Uncover her arm, please.

What's that?

Sleep and calm.

This will relax you and make Your Highness feel a little happy.

It's a new drug, quite harmless.

There.

I don't feel any different.

You will. It may take a little time to take hold.

Just, now, lie back.

Can I keep just one light on?

Of course.

Best thing I know

is to do exactly what you wish for a while.

Thank you, Doctor.

The General! Doctor, quick!

I'm perfectly all right.

Good night, ma'am.

- Good night, ma'am. - Good night, Doctor.

Bet 500.

500. How many?

One.

I'll take one.

Three.

Foolish boy.

Two for papa.

500 more.

Without looking.

500, and I'll raise you 1,000.

Two pairs.

I got three shy little sevens.

A nervous straight. Come home, you fools.

Look at that. 6,500.

Not bad. That's 10 bucks.

One more round,

and I'm going to throw you gents right out in the snow.

Say, what is this?

I got to get up early.

Date with Her Royal Highness,

who will graciously pose for some pictures.

What do you mean, early? My personal invitation says 11:45.

Couldn't be anything to do with the fact that you're ahead?

It could.

It works out fine for me. This is my last 5,000,

and you hyenas are not gonna get it. Thanks a lot, Irving.

Yeah, see you at Annie's little party in the morning.

- Ciao, Joe. - Yeah, ciao.

Good night, Joe.

All right, a little seven-card stud.

Okay with me.

So happy.

How are you this evening?

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, wake up.

Thank you very much. Delighted.

Wake up.

No, thank you.

Charmed.

Charmed, too.

You may sit down.

I think you'd better sit up.

You're much too young to get picked up by the police.

- Police? - Yep. Police.

2:15 and back here to change. 2:45...

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

"If I were dead and buried and I heard your voice

"beneath the sod my heart of dust would still rejoice."

Do you know that poem?

What do you know?

You're well-read, well-dressed,

snoozing away in a public street.

Would you care to make a statement?

What the world needs is a return to sweetness and decency

in the souls of its young men and...

Yeah, I couldn't agree with you more, but...

Get yourself some coffee. You'll be all right.

Look, you take the cab.