Yes, Villa Marguta fifty-one.

The cab arrives outside the address.
CAB DRIVER. Yes, Villa Marguta fifty-one. [some Italian] I am very happy.
[Joe looks grimly at Ann, asleep beside him] Thousand lira [some Italian].  Joe responds in Italian. He reaches into his breast pocket then, remembering, his trouser one and gives the driver the money].
CAB DRIVER. One, two, three, four mila*. [Gives him back some].
JOE. Ok. [Says something in Italian then gives him back the money. The driver thanks him in Italian]. Ok, ok. Now look: take a little bit of that; take her wherever she wants to go. [The cabbie thinks for a moment, unsure] Hmmm? Capito? Capito. [Some Italian. The driver nods and they say goodbye to each other. The driver takes one look at Ann sitting asleep and quickly calls out to Joe as he leaves].
CAB DRIVER. Oh- no, no; moment, moment, moment! No, no, no [the cabbie pulls him over by the arm] (JOE. Alright). No, no, no.
JOE [leaning down to the window] Alright, alright; look: as soon as she wakes up, see? she tell you where she want to go. Ok.
CAB DRIVER. Moment, moment: my taxi not for sleep; my taxi-no sleep. You understand? you understand?
JOE. Look, look, pal: this is not my problem, see? I never see her before. Huh? Ok.
CAB DRIVER. It's not your problem, it's not my problem. What you want: you don't want girl, yeah? Me don't want girl-. Police: maybe she want girl.
JOE [he relents] Stay calmo, stay calmo, ok, ok, ok. [some Italian, reassuring him as he opens the cab door and drags Ann out].
Joe walks up the steps, followed by Ann, head down barely able to keep awake. He arrives at the front door. As he stops, leaning forward to open it, Ann rests her head on his shoulder.

Yes, Villa Marguta fifty-one. - 腾讯视频