A young Italian girl survives the horrors of war to marry, love, live, and become a modern woman.

INT. ATRIUM OF ST. PETER’S BASILICA – DAY

The men get their rifles back from the Nun. Robbie gives her a little nod and leads them out.

EXT. VATICAN CITY – DAY

ROBBIE
Okay, men, we need to report in.

KANE
What about leave, Robbie? We’ve been on the go since Anzio. We’ve earned some R and R.

ROBBIE
Not to worry, men. The Captain assures me we’re not going back into the thick of it for a while.

INT./EXT. ROBBIE’S TRUCK – DAY

Kane drives them along a well-worn road. They pass a sign. It’s in Italian, but it’s clear from the graphics that they’re heading away from Rome.

Kane has a deep scowl on his face. He glares at Robbie. Robbie shakes his head and takes a big swig from a bottle of wine.

ROBBIE
Don’t start, Kane.

KANE
I hope Captain Williams has hemorrhoids for his whole stay in Rome!

ROBBIE
And double for Eisenhower! I mean really, he couldn’t wait to invade Europe for a month? A week? He couldn’t give us our moment in the sun?

KANE
Yeah, I bet news of us taking Rome ended up in the back pages of the papers, right next to the obits.

ROBBIE
Hey, hold up.

EXT. CASTLE GANDOLFO – DAY

A large, very ancient building. A wide stone drive leads from the road to the massive wooden front door.

Robbie’s truck stops at the foot of the drive. Robbie leans out the passenger door and signals the other trucks to stop. He hops down. Kane joins him.

KANE
Robbie, what’s up?

ROBBIE
We need to check this out.

KANE
Are y’all nuts? We got a schedule to keep.

ROBBIE
Yeah, and we don’t want the Krauts sneaking up on us. That door is large enough for a panzer tank to hide behind. You want something like that rolling down the road on our heels?

KANE
Ah, I see your point.

Robbie and Kane march up the drive to the door. It has a small “people door” in the left door. Robbie steps up to it and KNOCKS. A small peep hole hatch in the people door pops open. FATHER PHILLIP (35), short, clean-cut and with glasses, looks out. He speaks with a thick New York accent.

ROBBIE
(Good day, Dad. We American. We mean not harm –)

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