Ноттинг Хилл: Пресса узнаёт

Breakfast in bed. Or it's brunch, or lrunch, or something. Can I stay a bit longer?

ˈbrɛkfəst ɪn bɛd. ər ɪts brənʧ, ər lrunch, ər ˈsəmθɪŋ. kən aɪ steɪ ə bɪt ˈlɔŋgər?

Stay forever.

steɪ fərˈɛvər.

Okay. Damn, I forgot the jam.

ˌoʊˈkeɪ. dæm, aɪ fərˈgɑt ðə ʤæm.

I'll get the jam. You get the door.

aɪl gɪt ðə ʤæm. ju gɪt ðə dɔr.

What? What is it?

wət? wət ɪz ɪt?

Nothing. Really.

ˈnəθɪŋ. ˈrɪli.

You're up to something...

jʊr əp tɪ ˈsəmθɪŋ...

Anna, no! Please!

ˈænə, noʊ! pliz!

Oh my God. And they got a picture of you dressed like that?

oʊ maɪ gɑd. ənd ðeɪ gɑt ə ˈpɪkʧər əv ju drɛst laɪk ðət?

Yes. Or undressed like this, yeah.

jɛs. ər ənˈdrɛst laɪk ðɪs, jæ.

How are you doing?

haʊ ər ju duɪŋ?

How do you think I'm doing?

haʊ du ju θɪŋk əm duɪŋ?

I don't know what happened.

aɪ doʊnt noʊ wət ˈhæpənd.

Oh, I do. Your furry friend thought he'd make a buck or two telling the papers where I was.

oʊ, aɪ du. jʊr ˈfəri frɛnd θɔt hid meɪk ə bək ər tu ˈtɛlɪŋ ðə ˈpeɪpərz wɛr aɪ wɑz.

That's not true.

ðæts nɑt tru.

Really? The entire British press just got up this morning and thought 'I know where Anna Scott is. She's in that house

ˈrɪli? ðə ɪnˈtaɪər ˈbrɪtɪʃ prɛs ʤɪst gɑt əp ðɪs ˈmɔrnɪŋ ənd θɔt 'aɪ noʊ wɛr ˈænə skɑt ɪz. ʃiz ɪn ðət haʊs

with the blue door in Notting Hill.' And then you go out in your goddamn underwear.

wɪθ ðə blu dɔr ɪn notting hɪl.' ənd ðɛn ju goʊ aʊt ɪn jʊr ˌgɑˈdæm ˈəndərˌwɛr.

This is such an unbelievable mess. I come to you to protect myself against more crappy gossip, and now I've landed in it all

ðɪs ɪz səʧ ən ˌənbəˈlivəbəl mɛs. aɪ kəm tɪ ju tɪ prəˈtɛkt ˌmaɪˈsɛlf əˈgɛnst mɔr ˈkræˌpi ˈgɑsəp, ənd naʊ aɪv ˈlændɪd ɪn ɪt ɔl

over again. I mean, for God's sake, I've got a boyfriend.

ˈoʊvər əˈgɛn. aɪ min, fər gɑdz seɪk, aɪv gɑt ə ˈbɔɪˌfrɛnd.

You have?

ju hæv?

Well, as far as they're concerned, I do. Yes! And now, tomorrow, there'll be pictures of you in every newspaper from here to Timbuktu.

wɛl, ɛz fɑr ɛz ðɛr kənˈsərnd, aɪ du. jɛs! ənd naʊ, təˈmɑˌroʊ, ˈðɛrəl bi ˈpɪkʧərz əv ju ɪn ˈɛvəri ˈnuzˌpeɪpər frəm hir tɪ ˌtɪmbəkˈtu.

I know that, but let's stay calm...

aɪ noʊ ðət, bət lɛts steɪ kɑm...

No! You can stay calm! All right, this is a perfect situation for you: minimum input, maximum publicity. Everywhere you go, people will say,

noʊ! ju kən steɪ kɑm! ɔl raɪt, ðɪs ɪz ə ˈpərˌfɪkt ˌsɪʧuˈeɪʃən fər ju: ˈmɪnəməm ˈɪnˌpʊt, ˈmæksəməm pəˈblɪsɪti. ˈɛvriˌwɛr ju goʊ, ˈpipəl wɪl seɪ,

"Well done you! You slept with that actress. We saw the pictures."

"wɛl dən ju! ju slɛpt wɪθ ðət ˈæktrəs. wi sɔ ðə ˈpɪkʧərz."

That's spectacularly unfair.

ðæts spɛkˈtækjələrli ˌɔnˈfɛr.

Can't we just laugh about all this? Seriously, in the huge sweep of things, this stuff doesn't matter.

kænt wi ʤɪst læf əˈbaʊt ɔl ðɪs? ˈsɪriəsli, ɪn ðə juʤ swip əv θɪŋz, ðɪs stəf ˈdəzənt ˈmætər.

What he's going to say next is there's people starving in the Sudan.

wət hiz goʊɪŋ tɪ seɪ nɛkst ɪz ðɛrz ˈpipəl ˈstɑrvɪŋ ɪn ðə suˈdæn.

Well, there are. And we have to go anywhere that far. My best friend slipped. She slipped down stairs, cracked

wɛl, ðɛr ər. ənd wi hæv tɪ goʊ ˈɛniˌwɛr ðət fɑr. maɪ bɛst frɛnd slɪpt. ʃi slɪpt daʊn stɛrz, krækt

her back, and she's in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. You know, all I'm asking for is a normal amount of perspective.

hər bæk, ənd ʃiz ɪn ə ˈwiˌlʧɛr fər ðə rɛst əv hər laɪf. ju noʊ, ɔl əm ˈæskɪŋ fər ɪz ə ˈnɔrməl əˈmaʊnt əv pərˈspɛktɪv.

You're right. Of course, you're right. It's just that I've dealt with this garbage for ten years. You've had it for ten

jʊr raɪt. əv kɔrs, jʊr raɪt. ɪts ʤɪst ðət aɪv dɛlt wɪθ ðɪs ˈgɑrbɪʤ fər tɛn jɪrz. juv hæd ɪt fər tɛn

minutes. Our perspectives are different.

ˈmɪnəts. ɑr pərˈspɛktɪvz ər ˈdɪfərənt.

You really don't get it. This story will be filed. Every time anyone writes anything about me, they'll dig up these photos.

ju ˈrɪli doʊnt gɪt ɪt. ðɪs ˈstɔri wɪl bi faɪld. ˈɛvəri taɪm ˈɛniˌwən raɪts ˈɛniˌθɪŋ əˈbaʊt mi, ðɛl dɪg əp ðiz ˈfoʊˌtoʊz.

Newspapers last forever. I'll regret this forever.

ˈnuzˌpeɪpərz læst fərˈɛvər. aɪl rɪˈgrɛt ðɪs fərˈɛvər.

Right. Right. I will feel the opposite, if that's okay by you and always be glad you came to stay. But you're probably right. Yeah, you'd better go.

raɪt. raɪt. aɪ wɪl fil ðə ˈɑpəzɪt, ɪf ðæts ˌoʊˈkeɪ baɪ ju ənd ˈɔlˌweɪz bi glæd ju keɪm tɪ steɪ. bət jʊr ˈprɑbəˌbli raɪt. jæ, jʊd ˈbɛtər goʊ.

Was it you?

wɑz ɪt ju?

I may have told a few people down the pub.

aɪ meɪ hæv toʊld ə fju ˈpipəl daʊn ðə pəb.

Right.

raɪt.