Voila! Finally, the Daisy Miller
script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the Henry James movie
starring Cybil Shepherd. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly
transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Daisy Miller. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and I'll be eternally
tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to
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hurt my feelings. Honest.
- Randolph? - Yes?
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
- Where are you going? - Nowhere.
- Donít you do anything till l get down! - All right.
- Bonjour, jeune homme. - Oh, sure.
Can I have a lump of sugar?
ĒCan I have a lump of sugar?Ē, I said.
A lump of sugar? Certainly.
- Youíre not Swiss. - Hereís a trick.
- Are you German? - I put the sugar on my hand.
Now, you put your hand underneath here and, wait now...
Iím going to send the sugar through my hand.
- Are you English or something? - Here we go.
You could be Polish. Are you? Iím American.
- That makes two of us. - You donít sound American.
- Thatís because I live in Europe. - In Europe? Why? What happened?
- I chose to. I like it. - You like it? Europe?
- You wonít do your teeth any good. - I havenít got any.
- Are you a dental surgeon? - No, Iím not.
- See? - My word.
Iíve got seven left. Mother counted last night and one came out.
She said sheíd slap me if any more came out. I canít help it.
The climate here makes them come out. These hotels. Do you like hotels?
- Are you staying here? - Iíve just come to see my aunt.
- Youíre not going to help your teeth. - Iíve got to get me some candy, then.
American candy is the only kind to eat. You like her?
- Like whom? - I thought you were German. Your aunt.
- Well, sheís my aunt. Yes, I like her. - I bet you donít.
Randolph, you try that and Iíll fix you.
- How do you like that? - Sheís right. How do you know her?
I donít know her.
Sheís my sister.
- What are you doing? - Iím going up the Alps. This way.
Thatís the way you come down.
- Heís American. - Better be quiet.
Your brother and I have made acquaintance.
- Youíre not taking that pole to Italy? - Yes, Iím taking it.
- Youíd better leave it somewhere. - Italy? Are you thinking of the Simplon?
- What mountain are we thinking of? - Thinking of?
Why, going over. Right down to Italy.
- I wanna go to America! - Italyís a beautiful place.
- Do they have candy? - Youíve had enough. Mother agrees.
I havenít had any for weeks!
Itís a beautiful view.
You can just see the Dents du Midi.
- Show her your trick. - Itís not a very good one.
- Would you care to sit down? - I like just hanging round.
- Heís American. - A real American?
- You seem more like a German. - Thatís what I said.
Iíve met Germans who sound American, but not the other way round.
- Weíre from New York State. - Where I want to be.
- You havenít told me your name. - Randolph C Miller. Iíll tell you hers.
- Iíd like to know it. - Daisy Miller, but that ainít on her cards.
- Pity you donít have one. - Itís really Annie P Miller.
My father is Ezra B Miller. Heís not in Europe. Heís in a better place.
- Iím sorry. - Heís in Schenectady. Heís very rich.
Iím gonna climb that tree.
He doesnít like Europe. He doesnít like me, either.
He hasnít got any boys here. Well, one, but he goes round with a teacher.
- Your brother has no teacher? - Mother thought of getting one.
An American lady. Mrs Sanders, from Boston.
But Randolph didnít want a teacher travelling round with us.
He said he wouldnít have lessons in the cars.
We met an English lady in the cars, a Miss Featherstone?
She asked why I didnít give Randolph ďinstructionĒ.
- He could instruct me. Heís very smart. - He seems to be.
Can you find people in Italy to do that kind of thing?
You can find people in Italy to do almost any kind of thing.
- Heís going to college. Have you been? - Yes, in Geneva.
Miss Featherstone asked if we didnít all live in hotels in America.
Iíd never been in so many hotels until I came to Europe.
- Europeís nothing but hotels. - There are a number.
- I think Europe is perfectly sweet. - Iím glad...
Iím not disappointed. Iíd heard so much about it.
So many intimate friends have been.
Whenever I put on a Paris dress I feel Iím in Europe.
- Are you waiting for someone? - Iím taking my aunt for a cure.
They always made me wish I was in Europe. The dresses.
- What does she suffer from? - Pardon?
- Your aunt. - Anything her doctors suggest.
But I donít know where the society keeps itself here. Do you?
- Well, I... - I havenít seen anything of it.
- Are you taking the cure? - I hope I donít need it.
Iím fond of society. Iíve always had plenty of it.
Not only in Schenectady, but in New York. Thereís lots there.
Last winter, I had dinners given me, three by gentlemen.
Iíve more friends there. More gentleman friends. More young lady friends, too.
- Iíve had a lot of gentlemenís society. - I see.
- Have you been to the castle? - Chillon?
- Pardon? - The Ch‚teau de Chillon.
- Have you been? - Yes. And you?
No. I want to go, dreadfully.
I wouldnít leave without seeing it.
You can drive, or take the steamer.
Thatís what Eugenio says, our courier. He makes all our arrangements.
Heís the most fastidious man, but heís a splendid courier.
We were going there last week, but Mother got dyspepsia.
- You could take her to the baths. - I could ask...
Randolph says itís too old to be interesting.
Motherís afraid to leave him alone and Eugenio wonít stay with him.
But it will be too bad if we donít go there.
Canít you find someone to stay with Randolph?
- You could. - Iíd rather go to Chillon.
- With me? - And your mother.
I donít think Mother would go...for you. Sheís not much bent on going, anyway.
Maybe sheíll stay here with Randolph and we can go.
- We? You and I? - Oh, Eugenio.
I knew heíd be looking for me any minute.
Mademoiselle, it is time to go into the village.
- Heís found a clock at an amazing price. - Iím sure.
- Mademoiselle has seen her brother? - He doesnít want to come.
- Iím going to that old castle. - To Chillon?
- Mademoiselle has arranged it? - You wonít back out?
- I wonít be happy till we go. - Youíre really American?
You shall meet my aunt. She will tell you all about me.
Oh, well. Maybe weíll go someday.
- You scared Eugenio. - The carriage is waiting.
- Randolph, weíre going into town. - I donít want to!
What are you gonna do, jump around on that pole?
Theyíre horribly common, my dear Frederick.
One does oneís duty by just ignoring them. Milk?
Please. So you just ignore them?
I canít not. I wouldnít if I hadnít to. Sugar?
No, thank you. The little girlís very pretty.
Of course sheís very pretty. But sheís of the last crudity.
- I see what you mean. - She has that charming look they have.
- And she dresses to perfection. - Yes...
No, you donít know. Canít think where they get their taste.
After all, sheís not a Comanche Indian.
Frederick, sheís a young lady who has an intimacy with her mamaís courier.
- Does she? An intimacy? - Thereís no other name for it.
The skinny little mother is just as bad.
They treat the courier as a friend, as a gentleman and a scholar.
Very likely theyíve never seen a man with such good manners.
Probably corresponds to the young ladyís idea of a count.
Sits with them in the garden of an evening.
I think he smokes in their faces.
Iím not a courier, yet she was very charming to me.
You might have mentioned you had made her acquaintance.
- We talked in the garden. - Pray, what did you say?
That I should introduce her to my admirable aunt.
Who is a thousand times obliged to you.
- To guarantee my respectability. - Who is to guarantee hers?
Thatís cruel. Sheís very innocent.
- You donít say that as if you believed it. - How does one say it?
- If you believed it, you wouldnít say it. - Sheís uneducated.
But sheís wonderfully pretty and nice and Iím taking her to Chillon.
You two are going off there together?
I should think that proved just the contrary.
How long had you known her when this project was formed?
- Youíve been in Vevey hours. - Iíd known her half an hour.
Then sheís just as I supposed.
- What do you suppose? - That sheís a horror.
Wonít you meet her and see for yourself?
Is she really going alone with you to that castle?
She fully intends to.
Then I must decline the honour of her acquaintance.
I am not too old, thank heaven, to be honestly shocked.
Donít they all do these things, the girls in New York?
Iíd like to see my granddaughters do them, or anyone else thatís proper.
- You mean you really think that...? - Think what, sir?
That sheís the sort of girl who expects a man to carry her off?
Frederick, I think you had better not meddle with little American girls
who are, as you mildly put it, uneducated.
Youíve lived too long out of the country. Youíll make a mistake.
- Youíre too innocent. - My dear Aunt, Iím not too innocent.
Too guilty, then.
- There you are. I was wondering. - Iíve just finished dinner.
- With your aunt? - Yes.
- This is the stupidest evening. - Have you been alone?
Iíve been walking round with Mother.
- Sheís gone to bed? - No, she doesnít sleep hardly at all.
She doesnít know how she lives.
Sheís gone to try and put Randolph to bed. He doesnít like to go to bed.
- Letís hope she persuades him. - He doesnít like her to talk to him.
Sheís going to try to get Eugenio to talk to him.
But he canít seem to make an impression on Randolph.
- Howís your aunt? - Not well.
The chambermaid said sheís very proper, wears white puffs,
dines alone and every two days has a headache.
- How observant! - Itís a lovely description.
- Iíd like her. Sheíd be very exclusive. - Yes, she is that.
Iím dying to be exclusive myself.
I guess we are. We donít speak to anyone or they donít speak to us.
- Iíd be glad to meet your aunt. - Sheíd like to, but those headaches...
- She doesnít have one every day. - She tells me she does.
She doesnít want to know me. Why didnít you say so?
But she doesnít know anyone. Itís her wretched health.
You neednít be afraid. Why should she want to know me?
Gracious. She is exclusive.
- To tell you the truth... - Here comes Mother.
- Bet she didnít get Randolph to bed. - Are you sure itís her?
I guess I know my own mother. Sheís got my shawl on.
She doesnít see you. Or feels guilty about your shawl.
I said she could wear it. She wonít come here because she sees you.
- Iíd better leave. - No, come on.
She doesnít approve of my walking with you.
Mother doesnít like any of my gentlemen friends.
Sheís downright timid. But I do introduce gentlemen, almost always.
- Or I wouldnít think Iím natural. - Youíd better know my name.
Itís Frederick Forsyth Winterbourne.
Oh, my, I canít say all that.
Mother. Mr Frederick Forsyth Winterbourne.
- What are you doing? - I donít know.
- I donít know why you wear this. - I do.
- Is Randolph in bed? - No, he wants to talk to the waiter.
- I was telling Mr Winterbourne. - Iíve met your son.
- I donít see how he lives. - It isnít as bad as it was at Dover.
He sat up all night in the lobby. Wouldnít budge.
- I gave up. - Does he sleep in the day?
- Not much. - He should make it up.
- He just canít. - Heís real tiresome.
I wouldnít think youíd want to talk against your own brother.
- He is tiresome. - Heís only ten.
He wouldnít even go to that castle.
Your daughter has allowed me the honour of being her guide.
- I suppose youíll go in the cars. - Or on the boat.
I donít know. Iíve never been up to that castle.
- You ought to go. - Yes, but it seems we never could.
- It would be a pity... - Daisy wants to go everywhere.
A lady here, I donít know her name, says we donít want to see castles here.
- I donít see... - There are so many in Italy.
We only want to see the principal ones.
- We saw several in England. - Yes, but Chillon is worth seeing.
If Daisy is up to it. It seems there isnít anything she wouldnít undertake.
Youíre sure you wonít join us?
- Youíd better go alone. - Mr Winterbourne!
- Donít you want to take me on a boat? - Annie Miller!
- Do let her go. - I wouldnít think sheíd want to.
Iím sure Mr Winterbourne wants to take me.
Iíll row you to Chillon.
You havenít spoken to me for half an hour.
Iíve been talking with your mother.
- I want you to take me out in a boat. - If youíll do me the honour.
- I do like formality. - Itís a formal offer.
- I got you to say something. - Youíre teasing me.
- I donít think so. - Then let me give you a row.
- I love how he says it. - It would be lovelier to do it.
It would be. I canít wait. Why wait for anything?
- You should find out the time. - Itís eleven oíclock.
- Iím going on a boat. - At this hour, mademoiselle?
- With Mr Winterbourne. - Tell her she canít.
I think youíd better not, mademoiselle.
Eugenio doesnít think anythingís proper.
Nevertheless, Iím at your service.
- Is mademoiselle going alone? - No, with this gentleman.
I meant alone with the gentleman. As mademoiselle pleases.
- I hoped youíd make a fuss. - Then Iíll make one.
- I just want a little fuss. - Monsieur Randolph has retired.
Then we can go in now.
- I hope youíre disappointed. - Iím puzzled.
I hope it wonít keep you awake.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
- Been there long? - Long enough.
- Want to come down? - No.
- Goodnight, then. - Goodnight.
Weíre gonna make it! Weíre gonna make it! Come on!
Come on! Wait! Wait!
We made it! I told you we would.
ĒA mass of towers on a block of boulders.Ē
- Victor Hugo. - Itís much nicer than the carriage.
I have a passion for steamboats.
Thereís always a lovely breeze and lots of people.
Why are you so solemn? As if weíre going to a funeral.
- I was grinning from ear to ear. - Your ears are very close.
- Should I dance a hornpipe on the deck? - Iíll carry your hat around!
- I was never better pleased. - I like to make you say those things.
- Youíre funny. - Am I?
Come on, letís be the first ones off.
It was built maybe in the ninth cycle.
But it was maked bigger and also rebulIt from the th to the th cycles.
- Centuries. - Cycles.
- Centuries. - Yes, cycles.
- Whatís up here? - Excuse me.
Iím sure you know all that.
The point was, the castle wasnít all constructed at the same time.
No. Between the th and th cycles.
- Centuries. - Yes, cycles.
A lot of people were imprisoned here, including Bonnivard.
- Was he here long? - Four years.
- Is that how long youíve been here? - Longer than that.
I went to school in Geneva, then to college there.
What is this awful hole?
Itís an oubliette. From "oublier," to forget.
They would put a man in there and throw away the key.
- Do you have brothers or sisters? - No.
- Look at that beautiful tower! - Watch your head.
- What are these holes for? - Iíve never been told.
The castle completely dominated the pass through the Alps.
Why donít you like America? Itís an impression you give.
- I like America very much. - ďOublietteĒ sounds funny.
- Look out here! - Be careful!
Itís all right, come on.
Itís very rotten. As it gets older, it...
Yes, it is. Itís very rotten.
- Why are you rushing? - I donít know why Iím rushing.
- Whatís through here? Look! - What? Watch your head there.
- Itís beautiful. Hello. - Hello.
- l wonder whatís through there. - Wait for me.
- Thereís steps here. - Come on!
- Donít stray, youíre liable to fall. - Into the oubliette. Donít forget me.
Bonnivard was chained to that fifth pillar.
Lord Byron carved his name on it. Wrote that poem about him.
- What did he do? - Byron?
- Bonnivard. - It was during the Reformation.
He wanted Geneva to be free from the Duke of Savoy,
who ambushed him and brought him here.
The Bernese stormed the castle four years later and set him free.
ĒThere are seven pillars of Gothic mould In Chillonís dungeons deep and old
ĒThere are seven columns, massy and grey
ĒDim with a dull imprisoníd ray A sunbeam which has lost its...
I never saw a man who knew so much!
- Youíre teasing me again. - No, itís lovely.
I wish youíd go round with us. We might learn something.
- I wish that I could. - Donít you wanna teach Randolph?
I do, unfortunately, have other occupations. Thereís...
I donít believe a speck of it. Youíre not in business.
But I do have engagements. I have to be back in Geneva in a day or so.
- I donít believe it. Iím cold now. - Wait for me.
You see the design of this fireplace here?
Youíre not really going back to Geneva?
Yes. I have to be there tomorrow.
Mr Winterbourne, I think youíre horrible.
Donít say a thing like that!
Iíve a good mind to go back alone.
- Wait, thereís so much more to see. - I think youíre horrid!
Who is she, this charmer waiting for you in Geneva?
Youíre completely mistaken.
Doesnít she give you more than two days off at a time?
- I have studies to complete. - Doesnít she give you a vacation?
Please stop teasing.
If you stay an extra day sheíll come after you.
Stay till Friday, so I can see her.
Please stop. We were having such a good time.
- You think Iím teasing? - Arenít you?
All right, Iíll stop. If you promise to come to Rome while weíre there.
My auntís taking an apartment there. Sheís asked me to come and see her.
I want you to come just for me.
All right. At any rate, I will certainly come.
- Shall we go back? - I donít want to take the boat now.
Well, thereíll be a carriage.
...the little abominationís picked up half a dozen fortune hunters.
Close those windows, Iím getting another headache.
I wish these Italians wouldnít put so much garlic in their music.
- You were saying? - What about?
- The fortune hunters. And Miss Miller. - Yes.
The fortune hunters are of the inferior sort.
She rackets about with them alone in a way that makes much talk.
She takes them to such houses as her nose is allowed into.
When she comes to such a party as she can come to,
she brings 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.
- Where is the mother? - I havenít the least idea.
I really know nothing about them whatever.
- How are my three cousins? - Splendid.
Alexanderís moved up the block from the nd Street house.
Anthony is still out on Riverside Drive.
- Has Andrew been to see you? - No. I heard he was in Hamburg.
He seems prodigiously busy. He is in every city that I am not.
Are you coming to Mrs Walkerís tea?
I find it difficult to take tea. Even more difficult to take Mrs Walker.
- I think I might go. - If you must.
I only hope you wonít run into those dreadful people.
Perhaps I wonít go to see them right away.
But after Vevey, I think I might call on them.
If after what I tell you you still care to, you are welcome.
Men may know everyone and they are welcome to the privilege.
They may be ignorant, but they are not bad.
Whether or not being vulgar is being bad is a question for the metaphysicians.
Theyíre bad enough to blush for.
- Who is the portrait for? - And thatís enough. My sons.
Iím presenting each one with a copy. Itís ludicrously expensive.
I can never bring myself to bargain. I prefer to be robbed.
You know how a Roman distinguishes between his pleasures and his sins?
Pleasures are what he enjoys and sins are what he confesses.
I donít think the Romans have a monopoly on that.
- How was Geneva? - Pleasant. You stayed here?
Yes, but the boys are there. I wish youíd look them up.
- I was fairly busy with my studies. - Did you see Olga?
- Pity she never married. - Is it?
But there are some singular stories about her.
- Mr and Mrs Johnson. - Pardon me, I have to be a hostess.
But Iím not through with you.
Hello, Mr and Mrs Johnson. I am so pleased that you could come.
- Madame Miller. - I want you to meet the Sinclairs.
- Hello. Hello, Miss Miller! - Iím ever so happy to see you!
Iím so happy to see you. Hereís your mother at last.
- I know you. - And I know you.
How are you, Randolph?
- Well, I declare! - I told you Iíd come.
I didnít believe it. You could have come to see me.
- I arrived today. - I donít believe it.
You have the most beautiful house in Rome.
You should know. I hear youíve been in all of them.
We got a bigger place. More gold on the walls.
- I knew youíd say something. - It is bigger, too.
- I hope youíve been well. - Not very.
Sheís got dyspepsia. Iíve got it, too.
Fatherís got it bad. Iíve got it worse.
- Too much sugar. - I suffer from the liver.
This climate is less bracing than Schenectady.
I havenít found anyone like Dr Davis and I donít believe I will.
He has so much to do, but thereís nothing he wouldnít do for me.
There was nothing he wouldnít try for my dyspepsia.
He was just going to try something new when we left.
Mr Miller wanted Daisy to see Europe.
But I donít know if I can get on much longer without Dr Davis.
In Schenectady heís at the very top. It affects my sleep.
- But you are enjoying Rome? - I must say Iím disappointed.
Weíd heard so much about it. We expected something different.
Iím sure youíll grow very fond of it.
- I hate it worse every day. - Like the infant HannibaI.
- I ainít Iike any infant. - You never were.
- Weíve seen pIaces ahead of Rome. - For exampIe?
I think Zurichís real lovely and we didnít hear half so much about it.
The best place is the "City of Richmond."
He means the ship. Randolph had a good time on the crossing.
But it was going the wrong way.
Itíll turn around and go the right way some time.
- Daisy seems happy. - Yes.
Itís on account of the splendid society.
- Sheís made many acquaintances. - Iíve heard.
She goes round more than I do. Theyíve taken her right in.
She knows a great many gentlemen. She thinks thereís nothing like Rome.
- Iíve been saying how mean you were. - Mean?
At Vevey, you wouldnít stay when I asked. He went to Geneva.
Have I come to Rome to be riddled by your silver shafts?
Just listen! Did you ever hear anything so quaint?
- Quaint? - Mrs Walker...
Weíve got to go. Eugenio will raise something fierce.
- Iím coming to your party. - Delighted to hear it.
I want to ask a favour, permission to bring a friend.
- Iíd be happy to see your friends. - Theyíre not mine.
- An intimate friend. Mr Giovanelli. - Iíd be happy to have him come.
Heís the handsomest man in the world except for Mr Winterbourne.
He wants to know some Americans.
- Heís tremendously clever. - I look forward to meeting him.
Mother, Eugenioís really gonna raise something.
- Weíd better go back. - You go. Iím gonna walk round a little.
- With Mr Giovanelli. - On the Pincio.
- Alone? Itís not safe. - There are lots of people there.
- Thatís why itís not safe. - Youíre sure to catch a Roman fever.
- Give her that medicine. - Mrs Walker, youíre too perfect.
- Iím meeting a friend. - Mr Giovanelli.
- Is it Mr Giovanelli? - The beautiful Mr Giovanelli.
My dear girl, donít prowl off at this hour to meet a beautiful Italian.
- He speaks first-rate English. - What a fuss.
I donít want to do anything that affects my health or my character.
If Mr Winterbourne were as polite as he pretends, heíd offer to walk me there.
- I wonder if I might have the pleasure. - How gracious of you!
Goodbye, Eugenio, Iím taking a walk.
This is the most beautiful spot in Rome. More beautiful than Central Park.
Why havenít you been to see me?
- I just stepped off the train. - You mustíve stayed on after it stopped.
- You had time to see Mrs Walker. - I knew her...
You knew her in Geneva. She told me.
You knew me at Vevey. So you should have come.
I heard you hadnít been lacking in company.
Eugenio says we have the best hotel rooms in Rome.
Weíre staying all winter if we donít die of the fever.
I thought it would be awfully quiet and pokey.
I was sure weíd be going round with one of those old men
who explain about pictures. But we only had a week of that.
I know ever so many people. The society is very select.
There are English, Germans, Italians. I think I like the English best.
I never saw anything so hospitable. Thereís something every day.
Thereís not much dancing, but I never thought dancing was everything.
I was always fond of conversation.
And Mrs Walkerís rooms are too small for anything else!
Shall we buy some candy for poor Randolph?
- All right. - Quanto Ť?
- I want that one. - Due, prego.
- Sž, sž. - Grazie.
- Iíll walk you back. - Iím meeting Mr Giovanelli.
- Must you? - Heís waiting somewhere.
- Iím not helping you find him. - Iíll find him.
Youíre not leaving me.
Are you afraid youíll get lost with your lollipop?
- Now, see here... - There he is. Leaning against that tree.
- Did you ever see anything so cool? - You mean to speak to that thing?
- Iím not going to communicate by signs. - I intend to come with you.
- You sound too imperious. - I wanted to express my meaning.
Iíve never allowed a gentleman to dictate to me.
You should listen to a gentleman sometimes, the right one.
I do nothing but listen to gentlemen. Tell me if Mr Giovanelliís the right one.
Miss Miller! Here!
No, heís not the right one.
What have you done today, aside from getting dressed?
- The most amusing lady I never meet. - Ever meet.
- You are American, no? - Yes.
- He never lives there. - You donít like?
Not at all. Iíve simply been studying at Geneva.
- I like America. - Youíve been?
- Please? - To America?
- No, never. Ever? - Never.
I go there one day. I donít like Italians so much.
- I do. - Because you are..."gentile?"
- Nice. - Thank you.
- Thank you. - Mr Winterbourne!
Mr Winterbourne? Mrs Walker just there. She ask you come.
- Excuse me. - Women follow wherever he goes.
Good afternoon. What brings you here?
That girl mustnít do this sort of thing.
Walking with two men. Fifty people have noticed her.
- Itís a shame to make a fuss. - Or to let her ruin herself.
- Sheís innocent. - Sheís reckless.
Goodness knows how far it may go.
Did you ever see anything so imbecile as the mother?
Allowing her daughter to...
After you left I couldnít sit still, thinking about it.
What do you plan to do with us now?
If she will ride with me, it will seem as though itís arranged.
The world will see sheís not running wild. Ask her to step over here.
I donít think itís a happy idea, but youíre free to try.
Hello again. Iím enchanted to be able to introduce Mr Giovanelli. This is he.
This is Mrs Walker, who so sweetly asked you to her party.
- I am most honoured. - That is the loveliest carriage rug ever.
Do get in and let me put it over you.
No, thank you. I like watching you drive with it.
Do get in and drive about with me.
- Itís so fascinating just as I am. - Maybe. But itís not the custom here.
- If I didnít walk, Iíd expire. - Walk with your mother.
My mother never walked ten steps in her life.
Iím not five years old.
Youíre old enough to be reasonable, Miss Miller, and to be talked about.
- What do you mean? - Come in here and I will tell you.
I donít think I want to know.
You should know. Or do you prefer being thought a reckless girl?
Does Mr Winterbourne think I should get in the carriage?
- I think you should. - I never heard anything so stiff!
If this is improper, Iím improper. You should give me up.
Goodbye. Have a lovely ride.
- Get in. - I feel I should accompany her.
If you donít get in, I shall never speak to you again.
All right. Just a moment.
- Here he comes at last. - Iím sorry, she insists I ride with her.
- That wasnít very clever of you. - I donít wish to be clever, only honest.
Your honestyís only put her off.
If she means to compromise herself, the sooner one knows, the better.
- She meant no harm. - Thatís what I thought a month ago.
- Whatís she done? - Everything thatís not done here.
Sitting in corners with mysterious Italians.
Dancing all evening with one partner.
Receiving callers late at night. Her mother melts away.
- Her brother sits up till two. - He must be edified by what he sees.
A smile goes around the hotel servants when a gentleman asks for Miss Miller.
We shouldnít pay attention to servants.
Her only fault is to think Giovanelli a gentleman, when heís a poor imitation.
- There you are. - Heís some third-rate artist.
- But how can she know? - Sheís naturally indelicate.
- How long had you known her? - Two days.
That remark about your going to Geneva!
Taste never has been the Miller familyís strongest point.
On the other hand, Mrs Walker...
...perhaps you and I have lived too long at Geneva.
- I think you should stop. - Stop?
Encouraging the girl. Flirting with her yourself.
Giving her any further opportunity to expose herself. Let her alone.
I canít do anything as enlightened as that.
- I like her very much. - So donít help her to make a scandal.
Thereíd be nothing scandalous in my attentions.
Iíve said what I had to. If you wish to rejoin her...
- ...you have a chance. - I believe I will.
As you wish.
- Excuse me. - I wouldnít miss this.
No, Iíve come all alone, you see.
Itís the first time Iíve ever been to a party alone, especially in Italy.
I wanted to bring Randolph, but Daisy pushed me off by myself.
- Doesnít she intend... - Iím not used to being alone.
- ...to favour us with her company? - Daisy dressed before dinner.
A friend is there, the gentleman she was bringing.
Mr Giovanelli. Iíve had the pleasure.
They got going at the piano, seems they couldnít stop.
Mr Giovanelli does sing splendidly.
I guess theyíll come before very long.
Iím sorry sheís coming in that way.
Charles, sheís trying to take revenge on me. I wonít speak to her.
No use putting on that dress just to sit around with Mr Giovanelli.
Iím afraid you thought I was never coming. This is for you.
Mr Giovanelli sings beautifully. I want you to ask him to sing.
- Mr Giovanelli. - How do you do?
- Iím sorry we are late. - He knows such charming songs.
I made him go over them. Is there anyone here I know?
I think everyone knows you.
- You are hungry? - Yes. Mother!
- Did you get Randolph to bed? - The singing kept him awake.
I do hope this is the finale. I still donít know who asked him to sing.
- Daisy Miller. - Sheís too busy chattering.
Sheís worked her way over to your old college chum.
- These rooms are too small to dance... - I canít dance a step.
Your legs must be stiff from being in that carriage so long.
They were quite restless there.
- They wanted to walk beside you. - We paired off. That was better.
My other friend stuck by me. He seems more in control of his limbs than you are.
Fancy Mrs Walker wanting me to get in her carriage,
supposedly just to be proper.
People do have different ideas. Weíd talked about that walk for days.
Heíd never dare ask a young Italian lady to walk about the streets with him.
Then where would he ask her to walk? Pincioís not the streets, anyway.
Young Italian ladies must have a pokey time of it.
Iím not changing my habits for them.
- You have the habits of a flirt. - Iím a terrible flirt.
What nice girl isnít? Now youíll say Iím not nice.
- Youíre a very nice girl, but I wish... - What?
- I wish youíd flirt only with me. - Thank you very much.
I wouldnít flirt with you. Youíre too stiff.
- You say that too often. - If it makes you angry, Iíll say it again.
- Anger makes me even stiffer. - Iíd like to see that.
Stop flirting with your friend at the piano. They donít understand it here.
- Really? - Not in young, unmarried women.
It seems to me more proper than in old, married ones.
Flirting is an American custom. It doesnít exist here.
When you go about with him, without your mother...
You may be flirting, but he is not. He means something else.
At least he isnít preaching. And neither of us is flirting. Weíre too good friends.
- Weíre real intimate friends. - I see.
If youíre in love, itís quite another affair.
Mr Giovanelli at least... He never says such very unpleasant things to me.
Do you want tea? In the other room.
You didnít offer me any tea.
- I offered you some good advice. - I prefer weak tea.
Iím glad you sang. I just love that song.
I donít care what he does to me as long as it brings me relief.
The climate in Rome is less bracing than Schenectady.
Especially in winter. Thatís where we live, Schenectady.
I havenít found anyone like Dr Davis and I donít believe I will.
Schenectady thinks everything of Dr Davis.
Thereís nothing he wouldnít do for me.
- Your friend hasnít moved all evening. - Really?
- Why donít you break in? - Sheís a disgrace.
Mrs Walker, thank you for a "serata" absolutely "delizioso."
Iím so glad you managed to come. So nice of you.
Motherís probably tired. Here she is. Mother, I know youíre exhausted.
- Goodnight. - Goodnight. Goodnight.
- Such a beautiful party. - Thank you so much. Goodnight.
Goodnight. We had ever so nice a time. Iím sorry we...
We had a beautiful time.
Though I let Daisy come to parties without me,
I certainly donít want her to leave them without me.
- Buonanotte. - Goodnight.
That was very cruel.
She never enters my drawing room again.
Thatís why youíve been so pensive, eh?
- Have I been pensive? - Preoccupied, anyway.
- You were supposed to come by for me. - I thought we were to meet here.
- Your mindís on other things. - I donít know what.
- Miss Baker or whatís her name? - Miss Miller.
- Her intrigue with that...barberís block. - With so much publicity?
- Thatís their folly. - I donít think thereís any intrigue.
They say sheís quite carried away by him.
Theyíre certainly as thick as thieves.
- Heís very handsome. - Do you think so?
Itís easy to see how it is. She thinks him the finest gentleman.
Heís better even than the courier. The courier probably introduced them.
Expects a commission if the fellow succeeds in marrying her.
- She has no thought of marrying him. - Iím not sure sheís capable of thought.
I certainly see no evidence of it.
She romps on from day to day, from hour to hour,
as they did in the Golden Age.
I can imagine nothing more vulgar.
No, Iím sure thatís more than Giovanelli expects. The little Roman.
She will be telling you at any moment that she is engaged.
Depend on it.
Heís perfectly respectable. A lawyer, I think.
Though he doesnít move in the best circles.
She must seem wonderfully interesting. But he canít really hope to pull it off.
Thatís too impossible a piece of luck. He hasnít even a title.
- If he were a "marchese," even a count... - Or anyone at all.
Wouldnít it be funny if they were perfectly innocent
and had no idea the impression theyíre creating?
No, it wouldnít be funny.
- If it isnít Mr Winterbourne! - Good afternoon!
- Am I interrupting? - Not at all.
Mr Giovanelliís learning an American song. Come in.
Sit down. I want you to hear this.
- Mr Giovanelli will now sing... - No, is not possible.
- Is possible. Hurry, Mr Winterbourne. - Is Randolph out?
Eugenioís taken him and Mother to buy shoes.
Randolphís coming out of his shoes. Mr Winterbourne, will you sit down?
- Weíre waiting. - No, you sing your song.
The most difficult song I never hear.
Ever hear. Come on, weíre waiting. Mr Winterbourne is getting impatient.
- Please, you ask her to sing. - Iíd enjoy that.
You think so? First, weíre going to hear Mr Giovanelli.
- Then maybe Iíll sing. - She is always winning.
- I have no doubt. - Ready? Here we go.
No, I think he has heard me. I play for you now.
- Would you like that? - Very much.
- Hereís Mother. - Good afternoon, Mrs Miller.
- Is Randolph here? - I thought he was with you.
He just ran right out of the store. Eugenioís looking for him.
I thought maybe he came home. That boy will be the death of me.
Is there something I can do? Allow me. Please.
- So many bits and pieces. - He has the best manners.
- Excuse me. - Mr Giovanelliís gonna sing for you both.
Sheís always teasing poor Mr Giovanelli. I donít know how he stands it.
- But theyíre always together. - Theyíre very intimate.
Itís as if they couldnít live without each other.
- But I guess I have the joke on Daisy. - The joke?
- That she must be engaged. - How does your daughter take the joke?
- She says she ainít. - I see.
- She might as well be. - Iím afraid I must be going.
Mr Giovanelli has promised to tell me.
Iíd want to write Mr Miller about it.
Perhaps youíll say goodbye to Daisy for me.
If you see Randolph, please tell him to come home right away.
- Of course. Good day. - Good day.
- Randolph! Whereís Eugenio? - Looking for me.
- I should think youíd be lonesome. - Lonesome?
- Canít you get anyone to walk with you? - Iím not as lucky as your companion.
- You think I go out too much with him. - Everyone does.
Theyíre only pretending to be shocked. They donít care a straw what I do.
Youíll find they do. And theyíll show it unpleasantly.
Theyíre not inviting you places. Havenít you noticed?
I noticed you and that you are as stiff as a ramrod.
Iím not half as stiff as some. Try going to see them.
- What will they do? - Give you the cold shoulder.
- You know what that means? - What Mrs Walker did?
I wouldnít think youíd let people be so unkind.
- Iíd think youíd wanna say something. - I do.
- Do you? - I want to say...
Your mother says she believes youíre engaged.
I guess she does.
- Does Randolph believe it? - He doesnít believe anything.
But since youíve mentioned it, I am engaged.
- You donít believe it. - Yes, I do.
- For you. - Grazie.
- You would walk with us? - No, thank you.
No, you donít believe it. But if you possibly do, Iím not.
She wants me to come to Geneva. Her brats are at school there. Freddie?
You didnít say ten words at dinner.
- Whatís the matter? - I donít know.
- I saw her today. - Where?
- At the Doria Palace. - Was she alone?
No. With that Italian who always has a stack of flowers in his buttonhole.
- Sheís certainly pretty. - Yes. Sheís a mystery.
- What? - I canít decide if sheís reckless or...
- Innocent? - Yes, I suppose.
No one can say you arenít gallant.
I hear sheís about at all hours with him and not always in refined surroundings.
Maybe sheís just an American girl and thatís that.
What do you say we both go back to Geneva this summer?
Whatever it is Iíve missed about her, itís too late now.
Sheís carried away with Giovanelli.
I donít think youíve missed a thing.
- Iíd like to walk the rest of the way. - Are you sure?
Yes. Itís such a lovely evening. I feel like some air.
See you at the opera next week. Cheer up. Itíll be a grand summer.
He looks at us like those old lions must have looked at the Christians.
Letís hope he isnít hungry. He eats me first and you for dessert.
Why, that was Mr Winterbourne. He sees me and he cuts me dead.
How long have you been here?
Well... I guess all evening.
I never saw anything so quaint.
You wonít think an attack of malaria is very quaint.
This is the way people catch it. Iím surprised a Roman could be so rash.
- For myself I have no fear. - Iím speaking for this young lady.
I assured Miss Miller it was an indiscretion.
- Iím never sick and donít mean to be. - But when was mademoiselle ever...
Iím as healthy as a horse. I was bound to see the Colosseum by moonlight.
Weíve had the most beautiful time.
If thereís any danger, Eugenioís got some pills.
- I advise you to go home and take one. - What he says is very good.
I go to see if the couriers are there.
The Colosseum is one thing I can rave about.
There ainít no Colosseum in Schenectady yet.
Why are you always so stiff?
Did you believe I was engaged the other day?
It doesnít matter now what I believed the other day.
What do you believe now?
I believe it makes little difference whether youíre engaged or not.
Quick. If we are home by midnight, we are quite safe.
Donít forget Eugenioís pills.
I donít care if I have the Roman fever or not.
Itís just too terrible.
I heard she spent the entire night with that man, alone. Just imagine.
- It was after midnight when she got in. - I blame the mother.
- I blame them both. - Freddie. Freddie!
- Where have you been all week? - I went to the seashore.
Iím going to Geneva. I just came by to say goodbye to my aunt.
And Mrs Walker, I hope. Sheís over there. Will you?
- Alarmingly ill, I hear. - Is she in hospital?
No, her motherís taking care of her, but sheís seen several doctors.
- I must say Iím not surprised. - Charles.
- What do you hear about Daisy Miller? - Thatís right, you havenít heard.
The silly girlís caught the Roman fever. They say sheís very ill.
Freddie! Where are you going? Freddie.
Itís going around at night that way, thatís what made her so sick.
Sheís always going around at night. I wouldnít think sheíd want to.
Itís so blasted dark over here, you canít see anything unless the moonís up.
Itís not like that in America.
Ainít that right, Eugenio? Itís so dark over here.
- Randolph, arenít you in bed yet? - Iím going.
Thank you very much.
- Mrs Miller. - Why, Mr Winterbourne.
Excuse my coming so late. I only just heard. How is she?
The doctor says he canít tell. I do wish Dr Davis were here.
- Is there anything I can do? - No, thank you. Itís just this fever.
I wish Randolph would go to bed. But heís been very helpful.
In his way.
That Italian doctor says itís a very bad case. Her feverís been so high.
Iím sure sheíll be better soon. It always gets very high before it drops.
Daisy spoke of you the other day, quite pleasantly.
Half the time she doesnít know what sheís saying, but this time I think she did.
She told me to tell you
she never was engaged to that Mr Giovanelli who was always round.
Iím sure Iím very glad. He hasnít been near us since she was taken ill.
I thought he was such a gentleman but I donít call that very polite.
I hear he was afraid I didnít approve of his being with her so much, evenings.
Youíd think he knows Iím a lady and wouldnít raise a fuss.
He underestimates you.
Anyway, she wants you to know sheís not engaged.
She said to me three times, ĒMind you tell Mr Winterbourne.Ē
And she told me to ask if you remember going to that castle in Switzerland.
I said I wouldnít give any such message.
Only, if sheís not engaged, I guess Iím glad to know it, too.
She was the most beautiful young lady I never see. And...
...the most amiable.
And she was the most innocent.
- The most innocent? - Yes. The most innocent.
Why the devil did you take her to that place?
- For myself I had no fear. She... - Yes?
She did what she liked.
She did what she liked.
If she had lived, I would have got nothing.
She never would have married me, Iím sure.
- She never would have married you? - No. I hoped so, but no.
Iím convinced. Iím sure.
Time to go, I guess.
ltís on my conscience, you see. lím afraid l did her an injustice.
Did you? How?
She sent me a message before she died.
I didnít understand it at the time, but líve understood it since.
I think she would have... appreciated my esteem.
Is that some modest way of saying
you think she would have reciprocated your affection, had you shown it?
You were right, you know. That remark you made last summer.
I was booked to make a mistake.
Iíve lived too long in foreign parts.