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

BRUNO
(You honor me, Sir, but I am unworthy.)

Hitler waves him off.

MUSSOLINI
(As you wish.)
(to Hitler)
(Come, my friend, our luncheon awaits.)

They leave, the troops guarding them as they go.

Bruno is left alone. He breathes a SIGH of relief and mops his brow with his handkerchief.

INT. ROBBIE’S QUARTERS – DAY

A small, simple room – old plaster walls, bed and dresser. On the wall hangs a decorative PLATE, the one item of color in the room. Cockroaches crawl across the floor and walls.

Robbie lies sprawled across the bed, fully clothed and SNORES. A Belly-Dancer’s top is clipped around his neck, lipstick is smeared across his lips and he clutches a half empty bottle of gin. He wakes and slowly sits up.

ROBBIE
Oh, my head. Feels like the Boston Pops are playing the Anvil Chorus in there, with real blacksmiths.

He takes a swig from the bottle and glares at some cockroaches on the floor.

ROBBIE
Would you keep it down?

EXT. COURTYARD – DAY

A large open area ringed by damaged and decaying buildings. Debris and shell fragments litter the yard.

ABDUL (15) and AHMED (12), young Arab boys, collect empty shell casings.

EXT. SKY – DAY

A GERMAN DIVEBOMBER cuts its engine and glides over the city. It releases its BOMB and pulls up.

SCREECH! The bomb wails as it plunges toward a building.

INT. ROBBIE’S QUARTERS – DAY

Robbie stands over a small table with a bowl and pitcher on it. He washes his face and looks in the mirror. He sees the bra, unclips it and studies it.

ROBBIE
A “B.” Possibly a “C.” Lucy? Sarah?

He looks in the mirror and sees the lipstick.

ROBBIE
Red lipstick. Ethel! Must have been some night. Wonder how much it cost me?

He roots around in his pocket and pulls out a wad of military script. He starts to count it, stiffens, straightens up and dives for the bed.

CRASH! The bomb tears through the roof and goes out the window. BOOM! An explosion rocks the building. Dust and debris settle about the room.

Robbie gets to his feet, his face caked in dirt. He looks around the room.

ROBBIE
There goes my security deposit.

A SCREAM comes from the window. Robbie races to it and looks down.

EXT. COURTYARD – DAY

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