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Most any place
Can seem to be a paradise
While you embrace
Just the one that you adore
There needn't be
An apple tree with magic powers
You need no garden filled with flowers
To taste the thrill of sweet greed hours
Gentle perfume
And cushions that are silk and soft
Two in the gloom
That is silent but for sighs
That's paradise
While arms entwine and lips are kissing
But if there's something missing
That signifies trouble in paradise
Yes, Baron.
What shall we start with, Baron?
Oh, yes.
That's not so easy.
Beginnings are always difficult.
Yes, Baron.
If Casanova suddenly turned out to be Romeo,
having supper with Juliet,
who might become Cleopatra...
how would you start?
I would start with cocktails.
Very good. Excellent.
It must be the most marvellous supper.
We may not eat it, but it must be marvellous.
Yes, Baron.
- And waiter! - Yes, Baron?
- You see that moon? - Yes, Baron.
I want to see that moon in the champagne.
Yes, Baron.
"Moon in champagne."
I want to see, um...
Yes, Baron.
- And as for you, waiter... - Yes, Baron?
I don't want to see you at all.
No, Baron.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
Thank you.
Yes, sir. Right away.
- Oh, my gracious! He almost saw me. - Who?
The Marquis De la Tour. He was standing in the lobby.
Oh, but I don't think he saw me. I'm positive he didn't. Thank heaven.
But when I came up here, right out in the hall there was King Boris of Alconia.
- The tennis player? - The tennis player. He saw me. He bowed.
What could I do? I nodded.
Baron, I shouldn't have come.
But you came.
And you must forget everything,
except that you are here, Countess.
Out there in the moonlight everything seemed so perfect, so simple.
But now...
- Do you know King Boris? - No, no.
- Do you the know the Marquis De la Tour? - I should like to.
Oh, you'd better not. He's really very dull.
But anyhow, when the King tells the Marquis that he saw me,
the Marquis will tell the Marquise,
and the Marquise is the best friend of the Duchess of Chambro.
And she will telephone the Princess De Costa.
The Princess doesn't like me, but I don't care.
- Why should you? - But she talks a lot.
And before this night's over, all Venice will know about it.
By tomorrow it'll be Grand Canal gossip.
Oh.
Don't stop. Keep right on complaining.
It's beautiful.
You know, when I first saw you, I thought you were an American.
Thank you.
Someone from another world... so entirely different.
Oh. One gets so tired of one's own class.
Princes and Counts and Dukes and Kings.
Everybody talking shop,
always trying to sell jewellery.
Then I heard your name and found out you were just one of us.
Disappointed?
No.
Proud.
Very proud.
Hello.
The countess? Just a moment.
The Duchess of Chambro.
Hello, Your Grace.
Yes, Your Grace.
Well, how did you know I was here?
Oh, the Marquis.
Yes, Your Grace, I see.
Dinner tomorrow at your palace?
Well, I'd be delighted.
Listen, Lily, when you come home, slip up the back way.
I... I can't talk now, but do what I tell you.
And listen, Lily. Do you know what that darn dog of yours did?
So he really did?
How charming.
Well, my compliments to the Duke.
Goodbye.
There you are. The scandal is on.
Oh.
Countess, I'm sorry.
If you think it's best for you to go, well...
I think that's very nice of you.
Yes, very nice.
- I think we should have a cocktail. - Ah.
The representative of police wants to know
how much money you had, Monsieur Filiba.
Uh... Oh, yes, yes.
I had exactly 20,000 lira.
I'd just cashed a traveler's check and I put the money in my wallet.
Why did you let this man in, Monsieur Filiba?
Well, he knocked on the door.
You see, I was expecting two, er... two business associates.
And then what happened, Monsieur Filiba?
Well, I said, "Come in." And there he was.
A fine-looking man with a mustache and long sideburns.
He said, "Good evening. I'm the doctor."
I said, "Doctor?" He said, "Yes, the doctor.
"I've come to see about your tonsils."
The representative of police like to know
if there is anything wrong with your tonsils, Monsieur Filiba.
- No. - Niente!
That's what I tried to tell him.
Well, one word led to another. He was really a very charming fellow.
We talked for about ten minutes.
What did you talk about, Monsieur Filiba?
About tonsils.
Tonsille!
So then I said to myself, "All right.
"If he wants to look at them, let him look at them.
"There's no harm in that."
Then he said, "Say ah."
And so I said, "Ah." And that's all I remember.
When I woke up, I still had my tonsils, but my pocketbook was gone.
- Was it lots of money? - Oh, it must have been, Baron.
The gentleman occupied the royal suite.
Two fifty-three, five, seven and nine.
I think his name is, er... Monsieur Filiba.
You're not safe anywhere nowadays.
But please, Baron. We're not supposed to say a word of it.
You won't tell anybody I told you?
- You can trust me. - Thank you, Baron.
That's hotel life.
In one room a man loses his wallet,
and in another room, a man loses his head.
Please. When I came here, it was for a little adventure,
a little game which you play tonight and forget tomorrow.
But something's changed me.
And it isn't the champagne.
Oh, the whole thing's so new to me.
I have a confession to make to you.
Baron, you are a crook.
You robbed the gentleman in two fifty-three, five, seven and nine.
- May I have the salt? - Please.
Thank you.
- The pepper too? - No, thank you.
You're very welcome.
Countess, believe me, before you left this room,
I would have told you everything.
And let me say this with love in my heart.
Countess... you are a thief.
The wallet of the gentleman in two fifty-three, five, seven and nine
is in your possession.
I knew it very well when you took it out of my pocket.
In fact, you tickled me.
But your embrace was so sweet.
Countess.
Thank you.
- I like you, Baron. - I'm crazy about you.
By the way...
your pin.
- Thank you, Baron. - Not at all.
There's one very good stone in it.
What time is it?
It was five minutes slow, but I regulated it for you.
I hope you don't mind if I keep your garter.
Darling!
Oh, now, darling. Tell me... Tell me all about yourself. Who are you?
You remember the man who walked into the Bank of Constantinople
and walked out with the Bank of Constantinople?
- Monescu! - Gaston Monescu.
Gaston!
I love you.
I loved you the moment I saw you. I'm mad about you.
My little shoplifter.
My sweet little pickpocket.
My darling.
Geneva. From Geneva comes the news
that the famous international crook, Gaston Monescu,
robbed the peace conference yesterday.
He took practically everything except the peace.
The police arrested him and confiscated all the stolen goods,
but he managed to escape in an inexplainable manner.
This is the Paris police reporter speaking.
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Well...
I am sure, Madame Colet,
if your husband were alive,
the first thing he would do in times like these...
cut salaries.
Unfortunately, Monsieur Giron, business bores me to distraction.
Besides, I have a luncheon engagement.
So I think we better leave the salaries just where they are. Goodbye.
Goodbye, Madame Colet.
This one, Madame Colet, is only 3,000 francs.
Oh, no, that's entirely too much. How about that one?
Oh, this one, Madame. Well... that's 125,000 francs.
But it's beautiful. I'll take it.
Thank you, Madame Colet.
How do you do, Madame Colet?
Goodbye, Madame Colet.
Yes, Madame.
No, Madame.
No, Madame.
Yes, Madame.
No, no, François. I tell you no.
You see, François,
marriage is a beautiful mistake
which two people make together.
But with you, François, I think it would be a mistake.
Don't be so downhearted, Major.
You're not the only one I don't love.
I don't love François, either.
Madame will be ready in two minutes.
I know you don't like me, Major.
To be perfectly frank, I dislike you... intensely.
But since we have to be in each other's company this evening,
we might just as well make conversation.
Well, Major, what's your answer?
For heaven's sake, man, say something!
Tonsils.
What a day, what a day for the fair
- What a day - Softly on the breezes
Can't you hear the call of love?
- The prince is late - The prince is late
- We have to wait - To wait
He's late
He's late
Goodbye.
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
Two men of your standing always quarreling.
Well, he started it.
But you're the more intelligent one.
- That's true. - Then why did you do it?
Because I hate him. Because I love you.
You should have more self-control.
- You were in the Army. - Well, he was in the Navy.
Goodbye.
I want you to go out and apologise.
Immediately!
See here, my good man.
You've been saying goodbye for the last half hour and staying on.
I wish you'd say, "How do you do", and go.
Well, he left.
I tell you, apologizing is a gift.
His Royal Highness will soon be here
Hear the sound of horses, His Highness must be near
Here they come
- Here they come - Here they come
He will open up the fair
Your Highness
Hail, oh hail to you!
Hail to you
Every star that shines above
Seems to say
I love you, I love you
I love you
- I hate you - She hates him
Lovely maiden, tell
What have you to sell
Sweet violets I would like to buy
Oh, Prince, a happy maiden am I
- My bag! - Your bag?
Yes, my bag.
Well, well, well, didn't you take it with you?
Apparently not. Don't you know where it is?
- No, no, I'm sorry. - But you saw it here.
- Yes, yes, I saw it. - Then where is it?
- Shh! - It couldn't have walked out by itself.
Promise you will remain...
Bravo! Bravo!
- Yes, Monsieur. - I, er... I would like to look at some, er...
- Good morning, Major. - Good morning.
I, er... I would like to look at, er... at some, er...
some cufflinks.
Very well, sir.
Nice day, Major.
You're looking fine, Major.
Now see here, my good man.
I've had just about enough of your insulting remarks.
Here, Monsieur.
Pretty, isn't it?
I don't agree with this review at all.
I thought Martini's singing was adequate, but to call him a great singer... ridiculous.
Remember when we saw him a year ago in Munich?
A year ago? It can't be that long.
Yes.
Don't you remember the day you took that Chinese vase from the royal palace?
And you made it into a lamp for my night table.
I remember the lamp, I remember the night table...
...and I remember the night.
Everything will be all right again.
Prosperity is just around the corner.
Gaston!
Read this.
The description fits. That's our bag.
20,000 francs.
If I sold it, I would get...
Well, it's worth 40,000 at the most.
She paid probably 60,000.
If I sold it, I would get 5,000.
Well, darling, then I'd be honest about it and return it to the lady.
- And take the 20,000 francs? - Right.
Sweetheart, what day is today?
- The 14th of May. - And tomorrow is the 15th.
- And the day after tomorrow... - The six...
We'll go to Venice, to the same hotel.
And we'll take the royal suite.
Two fifty-three, five...
...seven and nine.
No, I'm sorry, but that's not the bag.
Next, please.
Hello. Yes.
No, no. No, it was not insured.
But right now it's too late.
I may lose it again? But I haven't found it yet.
No, no, I'm sorry. Goodbye.
Yes?
- So you lost a handbag, Madame? - Yes.
- And it had diamonds in the back? - Yes.
- And diamonds in the front? - Yes.
- Diamonds all over? - Well, have you found it?
No! But let me tell you,
any woman who spends a fortune in times like these for a handbag...
- Phooey, phooey, and phooey! - I must ask you...
And as Leon Trotsky said...
And that goes for you too!
Phooey, phooey, and phooey!
His phooey is worse than his bite.
Oh...
I must apologise for entering unannounced, but if I am not mistaken... Madame Colet?
Yes.
Will you be good enough to look at this bag, Madame?
Why, yes. Yes, that's it. Jacques!
Yes, Madame?
Dismiss all the people in the hall. Say the bag's been found.
Very well, Madame.
Where did you...
Where did you find it?
- You know the staircase in the opera? - Yes.
- Then you go to the left, there is a landing. - Yes.
- Then you go into the foyer. - Yes.
And as you leave the foyer, there is a little niche.
- I know that niche. - And in that niche...
- there is a statue of Venus. - I remember.
- You like that statue? - Not particularly.
Neither do I. That's where I found it.
I don't know how I could have lost it there.
I was nowhere near that niche.
Oh, that's strange.
Maybe...
Are you sure this is your bag?
But of course it is. Are you doubting me?
Not in the least, Madame.
But, you see, this is a very expensive bag, and one has to be careful.
Well, I am Madame Colet.
And I am Monsieur La Valle,
if you'll allow me to introduce myself.
How do you do, Monsieur La Valle?
The pleasure is mine, Madame.
One purse, empty. One vanity case...
Really, Monsieur, this isn't necessary.
Please, Madame, I believe in doing things correctly.
Shall we continue?
Two hairpins, one cigarette lighter,
one box of real matches...
Oh, yes, and this letter from Major...
- You didn't read it? - Naturally I did.
You needn't be embarrassed, Madame.
A lady as charming as you would and should get love letters.
Monsieur La Valle!
But one suggestion. Not the Major.
I don't mind his grammatical mistakes, I will overlook his bad punctuation,
but the letter has no mystery.
No bouquet.
And one lipstick.
Scarlet, number four!
What's wrong now?
With your skin I prefer crimson.
- Too much blue in crimson. - But that's what you need!
Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no.
I disagree with you completely. I tried it once.
- What shade of powder do you use? - Peaches and cream.
- That's too dark. - But do you realise that I have light eyes?
But, Madame Colet, that is a question of eye shading.
I can straighten that out in two seconds.
Come in.
The Major.
I'm sorry, Monsieur, but Madame had better not see anyone.
The bag has just been found,
and the reaction of relief from her excitement and strain
is just a little too much for her.
It's nothing very serious, but all the same, we'd better not take any chances.
- Just as you say, Doctor. - Thank you, Major.
- Good day, Doctor. - Good day, Major.
- Oh, Jacques, has the bag been found? - Yes, Major.
- Is Madame feeling well? - No, Major.
Is Madame seeing anybody this afternoon, this evening or even tomorrow?
- No, Major. - You may shut the door, Jacques.
Well, that leaves you holding the bag.
Goodbye.
I think I'd better be going. Goodbye, Madame Colet.
Goodbye, Monsieur La Valle.
Oh, yes.
Well, this is a rather delicate matter, and...
I... I don't want to, er...
You see, if you... if you read my advertisement carefully,
you... you would have noticed...
In other words, it embarrasses you to offer me the 20,000-francs reward.
Yes.
Don't be embarrassed. I'll take it.
I need the money.
I wish I were in a position to ignore the whole matter, but you know, Madame...
the stock market, a bank crash...
To make a long story short, a member of the nouveau poor.
Then I'm glad I lost the bag.
I'll write you the check immediately.
- Madame Colet? - Yes, Monsieur La Valle?
- Do you know my first name? - No, what is it? Tell me.
Gaston.
And you know what I would like you to do with that check?
What?
Make it out to cash.
As you like.
Now, where can that check book be?
Dear me, dear me.
She must have left it somewhere.
It's always the same.
When you're looking for something, you can't find it.
I can't find that check book.
I should have discharged her six months ago.
I really don't know what to do.
Monsieur La Valle, I'm very sorry, but...
- Eighteenth century. - Yes.
Early eighteenth century. I should say about... 1730.
- Right. - Beautiful specimen.
It is beautiful, isn't it?
But I got tired sleeping in antiques.
So I gave it to my secretary.
Oh.
This used to be my secretary's room.
I see.
She must have been very happy here.
Too happy. That's why I discharged her.
Oh, that's terrible. Isn't that wonderful?
You see...
Let me tell you something, Madame.
As a man who's had all kinds of secretaries.
I wonder if she put that check book in the safe.
Why, I hardly think so, but let's look.
No. No, it isn't here.
Well, what do you think of that?
A hundred thousand francs. You know, I hadn't the slightest idea.
But, Madame,
you keep 100,000 francs in your safe... at home?
- You think that's too much? - No. Not enough.
In times like these, when everything is uncertain,
every conservative person should have a substantial part of his fortune
within arm's reach.
That sounds sensible.
Yes.
Very sensible.
- Very, very clever. - Madame.
I think you deserve a good scolding.
- First you lose your bag... - Then I mislay my check book.
- Then you use the wrong lipstick. - And how I handle my money.
It's disgraceful!
Tell me, Monsieur La Valle, what else is wrong?
Everything!
Madame Colet, if I were your father...
which, fortunately, I am not...
and you made any attempt to handle your own business affairs,
I would give you a good spanking,
in a business way, of course.
What would you do if you were my secretary?
The same thing.
You're hired.
Speaking for the board of directors, as well as for myself,
if you insist in times like these
on cutting the fees of the board of directors,
then we resign.
Speaking for Madame Colet, as well as for myself...
resign.
Very well.
We'll, er... think it over, Monsieur La Valle.
Now, Monsieur La Valle, as for Madame Colet's life insurance,
it totals one million francs.
There's 500,000 fire insurance,
and 400,000 against burglary.
Then we'd better increase the burglary insurance to 850,000 francs.
Thank you, Monsieur La Valle.
- No potatoes, Monsieur La Valle? - No potatoes.
Yes, Monsieur La Valle.
Yes, Monsieur La Valle.
No, Monsieur La Valle.
Maybe, Monsieur La Valle.
Is this what you mean, Monsieur La Valle?
Absolutely, Madame Colet.
Now, Monsieur La Valle, please.
Frankly, Madame, I'm too tired.
Don't you want to come down and join the party?
Just a little tango? No?
Oh, you and your messy old papers and contracts,
and money, money, money.
All those uninteresting things.
They're very interesting to me, Madame.
And somebody in this house should worry about money.
No, really, I have to be up early in the morning.
New paragraph.
"Furthermore, it is Madame's wish that while half of the interest
"shall be deposited as usual in Madame's account,
"the other half, contrary to custom,
"shall be delivered in cash into Madame's personal custody."
Darling, that means that on the second of June
we shall have 850,000 francs.
- And her jewellery is worth a fortune. - No jewellery. Hands off jewellery.
If we're broke, all right.
I can pick up a million-franc necklace.
But in times like these, when we're doing a cash business,
why take a chance with jewellery?
Gaston, I know you're awfully busy, and...
Well, I don't want to trouble you,
but she has one little necklace...
You know the one with the seed pearls? It's so quiet and simple.
It'd go just beautifully with my neck.
Come in.
Madame would like to talk to Mademoiselle Vautier for a moment.
Very well, Jacques.
Come in.
- Good morning, Madame. - Good morning, Mademoiselle.
Please.
- Please. - Oh, thank you, Madame.
You've had your breakfast? Oh, but of course you have.
Oh, yes, Madame. You see, I have to get up very early.
My little brother goes to school.
You see...
Mother is dead.
Yes, that's the trouble with mothers.
First you get to like them, and then they die.
Oh, thanks.
Thank you. And now, Mademoiselle, the reason I asked you to come...
- Two lumps, Madame? - Please.
Thank you.
Oh, may I?
- Now, Mademoiselle. - Yes, Madame?
You see, er... Not a word to Monsieur La Valle.
About what?
Potatoes. He doesn't want me to eat them,
and naturally I don't want to upset him.
Naturally not.
Now, Mademoiselle...
In the short time that you have been Monsieur La Valle's secretary,
have you noticed any change in him?
Well, er... yes and no.
To me he seems rather nervous.
Nervous? Uh-huh, he smokes too much.
No. No, he works too much.
He's chained to his desk. Too much detail.
Now, if you could take over some of his work...
So he wouldn't be so confined to his office.
Yes. And he'd have a little more time for...
- For all the really important things. - Right!
I'll do my best, Madame, even if I have to work every night.
Oh, no. No, my dear child. That's ridiculous.
You go home as usual, five o'clock every day.
Now, I'm going to be a little bit of a tyrant. I insist.
It'll be nice for your little brother, too.
Five o'clock, remember.
Very well, Madame. Thank you.
- And, my dear, - Yes, Madame?
- How much is your salary? - 300 francs.
Well, in times like these, most people are cutting salaries,
but in your case, suppose we say... 350?
Madame, you are just too sweet for words.
- Well, what does she want? - You.
And she's willing to pay as high as 50 francs.
- What? - But it's not enough!
Oh, no, François. Don't be silly.
I have nothing against you.
Oh, no, that's all forgotten.
What?
Not this week, François.
Business, François. Business.
You're talking like a child.
You know exactly what we're here for and what it's all about.
This woman has more than jewellery!
Did you ever take a good look at her, um...
- Certainly. - They're all right, aren't they?
Beautiful. What of it?
Let me tell you something.
As far as I'm concerned, her whole sex appeal is in that safe.
Gaston, let's open it right now.
Let's get away from here. I don't like this place.
No, no, sweetheart.
There's more sex appeal coming on the first of the month. It's only 10 days.
850,000 francs.
Darling, remember, you are Gaston Monescu.
You are a crook. I want you as a crook.
I love you as a crook. I worship you as a crook.
Steal, swindle, rob!
Oh, but don't become one of those useless, good-for-nothing gigolos.
Goodbye, Gaston, darling.
Goodbye, sweetheart.
Well, I'll leave you alone with that lady,
but if you behave like a gentleman, I'll break your neck.
Come in.
Oh, Monsieur La Valle.
- Yes, Madame? - Has Mademoiselle Vautier gone?
- Yes. - Oh, that's too bad.
I wanted to ask her to ask you
if you would be good enough to go out to dinner with me tonight.
Good night, Madame.
And let me tell you again, you dance like a dream.
- Oh, no. It's the way you lead. - No, Madame, it's the way you follow.
- No, Monsieur. - Yes, Madame.
Well, the evening's still young.
Let's go down to the living room and talk it over.
- Good night, Monsieur La Valle. - Good night, Madame Colet.
- Good night. - Good night.
Monsieur Giron, Madame will be with you presently.
Very well, Jacques.
No, Captain...
Now, Major, you mustn't monopolize Monsieur La Valle.
Please.
May I present Monsieur La Valle. Madame Viton,
Mademoiselle Du Lac, Monsieur Le Grand.
A pleasure, Monsieur.
- This is Madame Boucher. - How do you do?
- Monsieur Filiba, Monsieur La Valle. - How do you do?
Monsieur La Valle. Lady Claremont.
That's that Monsieur La Valle.
La Valle? Who is Monsieur La Valle?
I don't know. She says he's her secretary.
Oh? So.
And he says he's her secretary.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he is her secretary.
- Excuse me. - Certainly.
Pardon me, Monsieur, but I have the feeling we've met somewhere before.
Sorry. I don't seem to recall the occasion.
- No, I'm afraid... - Oh, I must be mistaken.
I beg your pardon.
That man never met me, and he knows it.
Trying to make social connections.
Monsieur Giron, I'm so busy. Must I be bothered with all those papers now?
I'm sorry, Madame, but there are still certain matters
which you should attend to yourself.
And I personally would not care to refer them to, er... to, er...
Monsieur La Valle?
Madame, I have enjoyed the confidence of your family for more than 40 years.
- I was a school friend of your husband's. - I know.
Madame, may I ask you, who is this Monsieur La Valle?
Where does he come from? What is he?
He's my secretary.
I hope that answers all your questions, Monsieur Giron.
I suppose you know what Paris is saying about Countess Falconier...
and her chauffeur?
- Jacques. - Yes, Madame?
Ask Monsieur La Valle to come in for a moment, please.
Now, please. Please calm yourself.
I'm like that. I... I can't help it.
I know I never met that man, and yet...
- La Valle? - La Valle.
La Valle.
You know, if I like a man, I remember him.
And if I don't like him, I never forget him.
In a nutshell, Madame, it is little things like that that drive me crazy.
Excuse me.
- Monsieur La Valle? - Yes, Monsieur Filiba?
Did we...
No. No.
And yet...
Pardon me. Madame Colet would like to see you in the living room.
At once, Jacques. We'll continue later.
Now see here, my good man. Let us face the facts.
I'm giving a dinner party, and one man turned me down at the last minute.
- Have you a dinner jacket? - Oh...
Madame?
Will you be good enough to go over these papers with Monsieur Giron?
I shall be delighted.
And so will Monsieur Giron.
Well.
Monsieur La Valle,
there are several questions I've been wanting to ask you for quite a while.
I understand you are from Marseilles.
In that case, you must be related to the La Valles of Marseilles.
Just a minute, please.
I hope you'll find those figures... correct.
- I hope so, too. - Monsieur La Valle,
I have enjoyed the confidence of this family for more...
For more than 40 years. So Madame told me.
And I have known the La Valles of Marseilles
for more than 30 years.
Ten.
Monsieur La Valle, you seem to be persistently evading my questions.
And you, Monsieur Giron, seem to be persistently disturbing
my examination of your report.
Examination? Monsieur La Valle, what are you insinuating?
I have enjoyed the confidence of this family for more than 40 years.
How long have you enjoyed the confidence of Madame?
Three weeks, I believe.
- Two weeks and three days. - Ha! Ha!
Are you insinuating anything, Monsieur Giron?
- No, no, not at all. - Well, that's fine.
Then you're not insinuating that I'm evading your questions,
and I'm not insinuating that you won't let me examine your report.
I was only asking if you were related to the La Valles of Marseilles.
And I was only asking you to let me examine your report without interruption.
I don't see why any man should get excited
because he's asked about his hometown.
And I don't see any reason for any man to get nervous
because someone checks over the figures of his report.
Monsieur La Valle! Are you insinuating that this is not an honest report?
I am only insinuating that you are nervous.
- Nervous? Why should I be nervous? - I don't know, Monsieur Giron.
Are you trying to say that there is anything in these figures to make me nervous?
No, not at all.
- We'll keep the papers here. - But...
And tomorrow I'll call at your office and tell you all about
the La Valles of Marseilles.
And there won't be any tea party to interrupt us.
Goodbye, Monsieur Giron.
Do you know who's here?
Come in.
Monsieur La Valle, Monsieur Filiba would like very much to see you.
In a moment.
- Filiba? - Yes, Filiba.
Venice. Grand Hotel. Room two fifty-three...
- ...five, seven and nine! - Yes. Now, don't worry.
- I wanted to say goodbye to you. - Goodbye, Monsieur Filiba.
But... before I go and before I say goodbye,
I want to ask you one question.
- Have you ever been in Venice? - No.
- You've never been in Venice? - No.
- Have you ever been in Vienna? - No.
- Amsterdam? Constantinople? - No.
- You've never been in Constantinople? - No.
- But you have been in Venice? - Yes.
Then let me tell you, Venice can't compare with Constantinople.
I don't care what you say.
In Constantinople at least you have streets, sultans, pashas, turbans...
- And harems? - All kinds.
Well, Constantinople.
Elysée 7689. We have to clear out.
Railroad station? Ticket office, please.
- Did he recognise you? - No, no, not yet.
Two tickets to Berlin, first-class and sleeper.
Night train.
Right.
Right. Leave them in the name of El señor Ignacio Fernandez.
Right. Thank you.
- Spanish passports. - Correct. Now the train leaves...
At 12:20, I know. Roquet 24 71.
Two more days and we'd have had 750,000 francs more.
We'll have to take what's here. A bird in hand is worth two in jail.
Hello, is this the Spanish consulate? This is la señora De Ignacio Fernandez.
How long will it take you to clean up the place?
I don't know. Fortunately she has a dinner engagement tonight.
I'll meet you at the station, midnight.
Hello. Yes?
What?
You found a handbag? Well, you're three weeks too late.
- Well, see you at the Berlin Express. - By the way, how's your German?
Marchand 2911.
Hello?
Is this the Petit Flower Shop?
I want you to take five dozen roses.
Deep red roses.
And I want you to put them in a basket
and send this basket tomorrow morning to Madame Colet.
And attach a card.
"In memory of the late Monsieur La Valle."
Tomorrow morning, ten o'clock.
Yes.
What?
Oh.
Charge it to Madame Colet.
Yes. Thank you.
Yes, Madame?
What are you going to do with my day tomorrow, Monsieur La Valle?
Well, we'll have breakfast in the garden together.
Then horseback riding together.
- Then lunch in the bois. - Together.
- Then, I would say, a little nap. - To...
How do you like my new dress?
- Beautiful. - Hair?
Marvelous.
Lipstick?
Crimson.
Correct.
Good night.
Good night.
Good night.
Goodbye.
- Madame? - Yes?
Are you staying out late?
Why do you ask?
Do I have to answer?
No.
Yes, Jacques?
The car is waiting, Madame.
I won't need the car. I'm not going.
Very well, Madame.
- Jacques. - Yes, Monsieur La Valle?
Madame has changed her mind. She'll be down in a minute.
Very well, Monsieur.
But I told you, I don't want to go.
But you have an engagement, and I don't want people to talk.
- Talk? About me? About us? - Precisely.
Afraid I'm ruining your reputation, Monsieur La Valle?
No, yours, Madame.
Monsieur La Valle, I have a confession to make to you.
You like me.
In fact, you're crazy about me.
Otherwise, you wouldn't think about my reputation.
Isn't that so?
But, incidentally, I don't like you.
I don't like you at all.
And I wouldn't hesitate one instant
to ruin your reputation... like that.
- You wouldn't? - No, I wouldn't.
Like that?
Like that.
I know all your tricks.
And you're going to fall for them.
So you think you can get me?
Any minute I want.
You're conceited.
But attractive.
- Now let me say... - Shut up. Kiss me.
Wasting all this marvelous time with arguments.
Hello?
Well, I'll try him again.
Yes. He's in his office, but he's busy.
Madame Colet? She's still here, but she's busy too.
Well, I'll ring again.
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Yes, Jacques?
Monsieur Giron is downstairs.
Tell him I can't see him now. Impossible.
And, Jacques, dismiss the car. Madame is not going.
Yes, Monsieur La Valle.
- Jacques. - Yes, Madame?
Yes, Madame?
Don't dismiss the car. I'll be down in a few minutes.
Yes, Madame.
I want you to stay, Mariette. You've got to stay. You can't go now.
- I must go. - I'm crazy about you.
- I know it. - I love you.
- I believe you. - Then why do you want to go?
Because I want to make it tough for you.
Oh.
We have a long time ahead of us, Gaston.
Weeks. Months.
Years.
Eleven o'clock.
Gobelins 7879.
Hello? Oh, darling!
Oh, darling, it's good to hear your voice. I thought you'd never call.
Well, I tried to get you. What?
What?
Tomorrow morning?
Why?
Of course.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
No doubt about it. It's that secretary.
Funny the kind of men women fall for.
No color, no sparkle. But dependable.
The type they marry.
You know, I'm not the marrying type.
I like to take my fun and leave it.
Nice suit.
- You like it? - Smart. London, eh?
- Ogilvy and Oglethorpe. - Mmm, I thought so.
You know, he's really not such a bad fellow.
- No, just dull. - Insignificant.
He's a secretary.
He always was a secretary, always will be.
Funny.
The first time I saw him, I thought he was a doctor.
Tonsils.
Positively tonsils.
I'm very sorry, but this is not the time, Monsieur Giron.
- I've got to see you. - But not now.
Right now!
It's very important, Monsieur La Valle.
It may be important to you, Monsieur Giron.
No, to you...
Monsieur Monescu.
Mariette, Mariette, please, please believe us.
No, no, no. Please. It's absolutely ridiculous, and I don't believe it.
But you have no idea...
I'm tired anyway, so please leave me alone. Good night.
I had a lovely time.
So I said to myself, "All right.
"If he wants to look at 'em, let him look at 'em. There's no harm in that."
Then he said, "Say ah", and I said "ah", and that's all I can remember.
- You will pack your things at once. - Yes, Monsieur.
And you will be out of here by tomorrow morning.
- Very well, Monsieur. - Otherwise, I will call the police.
Yes, Monsieur.
- Monsieur Giron? - What is it?
You have enjoyed the confidence of this family for more than 40 years.
You must be a man of about 65.
- Well? - Let's see...
You will be exactly 87 when you come out of prison.
- What do you mean? - You say I'm a crook.
- I know it! - Then why didn't you call the police?
Why don't you call the police? I'll tell you why, you crook, you.
- Monsieur... - Monescu.
- Monsieur Monescu. - Just call me Gaston.
Goodbye, Adolphe.
Don't you dare to call me Adolphe!
Are you insane? You have to get out of here at once.
She may be back at any minute.
What time is your rendezvous?
- Now, Lily... - Yes, Monsieur Colet?
- You have to get out of here. - That's what I'm here for, to get out.
I want to get away from here, from you, just as fast as I can,
and as far as 100,000 francs will take me.
- Sixty-five, thirty-five to the left. - Don't you realise...
I wouldn't fall for another man if he were the biggest crook on earth.
Seventy-six, eighty-four.
What has she got that I haven't got?
- You must listen to me. - Shut up. Don't make up any stories.
- But, Lily... - Don't you dare lie to me!
I know you love me.
Why don't you say something? Come on, be brilliant.
Talk yourself out of it. Bluff yourself in.
Shut up, you liar, you! This is what I want.
This is real... money, cash.
Good evening, Madame.
When a lady takes her jewels off in a gentleman's room,
where does she put them?
On the... on the night table.
But I don't want to be a lady.
May I?
Oh, let me have a little fun.
Please.
- Sixty-five. - Thirty-three.
No. Thirty-five.
Oh.
Thirty-five to the left.
You know, François thinks you are a very remarkable man.
He was at dinner tonight.
- Seventy-six. - Mariette.
Yes, Gaston?
What would you say if you found your safe had been robbed?
I wouldn't say anything. I would act.
- Call the police? - Instantly.
But why talk about robbery on a night like this?
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
- Mariette. - Yes, Gaston?
You have been robbed.
For years.
And not 100,000 francs, but millions.
And you know who did it?
Adolphe.
- Adolphe? - Adolphe J. Giron.
- And you expect me to believe that? - Naturally not.
But I expect the police to believe it.
No.
Why not?
- He's a thief. He's a criminal. - I don't believe it.
Then why are you afraid to let me prove it?
It would be a terrible scandal, wouldn't it?
- Giron? - Yes, Giron.
Chairman of the board of directors of Colet and Company.
Honorary president of the Orphans' Asylum.
Adolphe J. Giron, distinguished citizen.
Well, shall I call the police?
I see.
You have to be in the social register to keep out of jail.
But when a man starts at the bottom and works his way up, a self-made crook,
then you say, "Call the police. Put him behind bars. Lock him up."
Very well, Madame.
I am Gaston Monescu.
The police will be delighted to verify my identity.
Gaston, did you take the money?
Yes.
You wanted 100,000 francs...
and I thought you wanted me.
I came here to rob you,
but unfortunately I fell in love with you.
Mariette.
Why did you take the money?
Madame, the only thing that seems to stand between you and romance
is 100,000 francs.
Well, he didn't take it.
I took it, all by myself.
Now you can have your romance.
I think you'd better go.
Ever had a romance with a crook?
- I beg your pardon? - Let me give you a little advice.
When you embrace him, be sure to put on gloves.
It would be too bad if your fingerprints were found...
Mademoiselle Vautier, or whatever your name is,
I thank you for your free advice, but I must ask you to go.
- You have your money. - I don't want your money!
You wanted to buy him for 50 francs.
Well, you can have him for nothing!
- And you... Leave me alone! - Lily.
You were willing to sacrifice 100,000 francs for her.
And you! You paid 125,000 francs for a handbag!
Well, you can pay 100,000 for him.
Goodbye, Madame Colet... and company.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
It could have been marvelous.
Divine.
Wonderful.
But tomorrow morning,
if you should wake out of your dreams
and hear a knock and the door opens,
and there, instead of a maid with a breakfast tray
stands a policeman with a warrant,
then you'll be glad you are alone.
But it could have been glorious.
Lovely.
Divine.
But that terrible policeman.
Goodbye.
Do you know what you're missing?
No.
That's what you're missing.
Your gift to her.
With the compliments of Colet and Company.
Gaston!
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