Original subtitles

- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes

- Altezza, Frederica Brown canterà. - Grazie.

Thank you, thank you very much.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, signore e signori,

The kid from Albuquerque, la... I don't know how to say "kid" in Italian.

But anyway, Miss Frederica Brown!

♪ My love and my mule ♪ ♪ Are two of a kind ♪

♪ What to do, what to do, what to do ♪

♪ My love, like my mule ♪ ♪ Can't make up his mind ♪

♪ What to do, what to do, what to do ♪

♪ Crazy critters ♪ ♪ So doggone arbitrary ♪

♪ I get the jitters ♪ ♪ Just talking to the prairie air ♪

♪ They don't care, they don't care ♪ ♪ They don't care, they don't care ♪

♪ It isn't there, it isn't there ♪ ♪ It isn't there ♪

L'hai trovato? Si è l'uomo con la barba sulla scalla.

- Va bene? - Benissimo!

♪ What to do, what to do, what to do ♪ ♪ They break every rule ♪

Grazie tanti.

♪ Brother it's quite a routine ♪

♪ When a man and a donkey ♪ ♪ Can both make a monkey ♪

♪ Of one pigheaded fool ♪

♪ Hip-hooray, hip-hooray ♪ ♪ Let them say what they may, I'm a fool ♪

♪ For my love ♪

♪ And my mule ♪

♪ My love and my mule ♪ ♪ Are getting my goat ♪

♪ What to do, what to do, what to do ♪

♪ Believe me, it's cruel ♪ ♪ Sister, a heck of a note ♪

♪ And I quote, and unquote ♪

♪ When a man and a donkey ♪ ♪ Can both make a monkey ♪

♪ Of one pigheaded fool ♪

♪ Hip-hooray, hip-hooray ♪ ♪ Let them say what they may, I'm a fool ♪

♪ For my love ♪

♪ And my mule ♪

Oh, I beg your pardon, I thought this was...

This is my room.

Indeed it is, mademoiselle.

Well, I... I don't think I know you.

To your long list of admirers, mademoiselle,

I would like myself to be added.

- Thank you. - I congratulate you on your singing.

Well, thank you very much.

And it occurred to me you might care to join me for a late supper.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sure mademoiselle's most tired of restaurants.

- Up at my villa, just the two of us can... - Oh now, look, buster,

why don't you forget the whole thing and go home and shave?

Mademoiselle, you are a stranger in a strange country.

All I have done was to offer my hospitality.

All I'm saying is thanks a million, but will you please get out of here?

Mademoiselle, there is no need to lose your temper.

If one is young and beautiful, one must expect...

Will you get out of here or do I have to send for...

Signore!

If the gentleman is annoying you,

- I should be pleased to remove him! - Maybe you could save me the trouble.

- Your name, signore? - My name? I... I...

It is distasteful to me, signore, to fight a duel with an inferior.

- A duel? - Are you kidding?

Not at all, mademoiselle.

Unless the gentleman apologizes as he leaves the room.

I do apologize, mademoiselle, I did not know...

- Well, now you do! Good night! - Good night.

Hey.

Do you really go around stabbing at people?

I have learned, mademoiselle, that if one threatens loudly enough,

one never has to fight.

Say, you're pretty smart.

I accept your compliment, mademoiselle, and should like to return it.

I found your performance enchanting.

Much obliged.

For many nights I've watched you.

Not only with admiration, but envy,

Beyond everything else in the world, I wanted to be a singer.

Well, what stopped you?

Unfortunately, circumstances compelled me to enter my father's business..

Oh. What do you do?

I work for the government.

- Oh, lots of people do that at home too. - So one hears.

Pardon me.

Well, um...

I have to change my costume.

Imagine the impertinence.

A complete stranger asking you to go with him to his villa.

Without a chaperone. Humph!

I too have a villa only 50 km from here.

But would I ask you to go with me to it?

Without a chaperone? Certainly not.

Of course at this hour it might be difficult for me to find one.

Well, I could find a chaperone.

- You could? - Sure.

Georgie Hoskins and his California Cowboys.

- All of them? - Look, mister...

Imperium.

Imperium

Well, thanks a lot but...

Good night.

Mademoiselle, this is Italy.

Out there is the Mediterranean.

Over it the most beautiful moon.

Oh, I love Italy, and the Mediterranean, and the moon..

- Of course you do! - And I get all of it.

Every night. Right from my balcony.

I sit out there with a chicken sandwich and a glass of milk...

...all by myself and love it.

What a waste of, um... the Mediterranean.

Well, um... good night, Mr. Imperium.

Good night, Mademoiselle.

- You are married? - Not me.

Oh, that is a pity, a great pity.

Because if mademoiselle were madame,

it would be quite correct for me to kiss her hand.

Thus.

But since mademoiselle is unmarried,

one is only permitted to shake the hand.

Thus.

Well, if I ever do get married, I'll let you know.

Good night.

Arivederci.

Arivederci.

I'll be seeing you.

- Hello, Giovanni. - Buona sera, signorina.

- Chicken sandwich. - Good.

Glass of milk.

Si mangia sempre la stessa cosa, signorina.

Sempre la stessa cosa...

- Always the same thing. - Brava, brava, signorina!

Well, I'm learning.

- Grazie. Buona notte, signorina. - Buona notte, Giovanni.

Well, well, well, what a coincidence!

Well, isn't it?

- And I don't think I like it. - No?

There was a nice couple living in that room. They were from Texas.

- Texas, eh? - What happened to them?

Oh, they are extremely happy in a deluxe suite at the same price.

- I thought you had a villa near here. - I do!

It was no trouble to have my suitcases packed.

- Desidera qualquecosa altro, Altezza? - No.

- Giovanni. - Signorina?

What's that you just said?

Desidera qualquecosa altro

No, no, the last word. Al...

- Altezza? - Yes. What does it mean?

It means, um... Your Royal Highness.

Why did he call you that?

Oh, because of a very unfortunate accident.

- Accident? - Of birth.

Forgive me, but I am Prince Alexi de la Val de Corporontotte.

Prince Alexi de... de...

Just call me Al.

Your Highness.

Yes?

This whole thing is what we call a setup, isn't it?

Yes.

What I mean is, you got plans?

Yes!

And this routine, you've used it many times before?

- Yes. - Usually with great success?

Oh, yes!

But sometimes... Oh, not often, I'm sure,

But sometimes a failure?

Yes.

I suppose I should have recognized you.

Your picture is on the paper often enough.

You're always winning medals for climbing mountains, aren't you?

Yes.

Well, Your Highness, I hope you realize you're not going to win any medals tonight.

Yes.

Well, as long as we understand each other,

there is no reason why I should not sit here and enjoy the Mediterranean.

The Mediterranean went that-a-way.

I am supremely content with the view.

Perhaps I can tempt you with a little champagne?

My friend, you can't tempt me, period.

Period.

Oh, not that I don't admire your technique, the lengths you go to.

That man with a beard and that baloney about a duel.

And getting those nice Texas people to move.

Champagne, caviar,

the moonlight, the Mediterranean.

Oh, I can take no credit for the Mediterranean.

Well, think about putting it to good use.

Oh, I knew there was something missing.

Soft music.

- You do not like music? - Oh, I love it.

But, um, where are the violins?

Violins?

A man who would think of everything would surely think of violins.

Mademoiselle,

I would consider violins extremely,

as you say, corny.

Your Highness, I like the violins.

They play beautifully.

♪ Let me look at you ♪

♪ Soft against the sky ♪

♪ Young and strong and sure of your heart ♪

♪ Nonetheless you possess ♪ ♪ Passionate tenderness ♪

♪ Let me fall in love ♪

♪ Let me breathe that sigh ♪

♪ When I see such beauty and life ♪

♪ Can you ask me why ♪

♪ I suddenly live anew ♪

♪ With you in my sight ♪

♪ Just stand alone, please do ♪

♪ And let me look at you ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ Ever higher ♪

♪ Becomes my desire ♪

♪ For you tonight ♪

♪ When I see such beauty and life ♪

♪ Can you ask me why ♪

♪ I suddenly live anew ♪

♪ With you in my sight♪

♪ Just stand alone, please do ♪

♪ And let me look at you ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

- That was charming, but good night, Your... - Al.

Good night... Oh, I can't call you Al.

But I may call you Frederica?

Frederica Brown.

It doesn't suit you, no.

I shall call you Fredda.

- Fredda? - It's an Italian word.

But it describes you perfectly.

- But what does it mean? - Oh, it's one of those untranslatable words.

But believe it, my dear, it describes you.

Fredda... I like it.

Oh...

Well, good night.

Arivederci, Fredda.

Arivederci.

Fredda.

Fredda Brown.

Ladies and gentlemen, the kid from Albuquerque, Miss Fredda Brown!

Hi, Fredda!

Cold, huh?

Fredda!

It describes you perfectly.

Well, of all the...

Pronto.

Camera 264, per favore.

Hello?

Fredda.

Very funny.

- What? - Fredda.

Well, aren't you?

- Aren't I what? - Very, very Fredda.

Look, Your Highness, I'm a very tired working girl...

- Where are you know? - In my room.

I know, but where?

I'm at the telephone.

Where is the telephone?

It's over there on the desk!

Over there on the desk? Strange.

In my room it's by the bed.

- So? - So I was thinking...

Go on.

I was thinking that since you do not trust me in the moonlight,

perhaps tomorrow when the sun is shining,

you would drive with me in my car.

Or we could sail a little boat.

Or anything else you'd like to do.

Nothing fatal ever happens in the sunshine.

Well, perhaps, Your Highness, if you call me in the morning.

- Then you do trust me. - Oh, yes, I trust you.

- Good night. - Arivederci.

"You do trust me."

"You do trust me."

Oh, yes, Your Highness, I trust you.

Well, where did you find your little friend?

He seems to have lost his father and mother.

What was here once upon a time, a castle?

Perhaps a watchtower built by the Saracens twelve hundred years ago.

So that we could enjoy the view.

Well, here comes his family.

- Buon giorno, signore! - Buon giorno!

- Buon giorno, signorina. - Buon giorno, bambino.

- You insulted him. - Insulted him?

Bambino is baby, ragazzo is boy.

- Buon giorno, ragazzo! - Buon giorno, signorina!

He is no longer insulted.

- Buon giorno, Al. - Buon giorno, Fredda.

Fredda, caro nome.

- Pretty name? - Dear name.

Dear name.

Cara mia.

Um... my dear.

My dear.

The only Italian I knew before I came here was spaghetti and ravioli.

And now you know pizza, and antipasto.

I know one more Italian word.

Andiamo.

Andiamo? But "andiamo" means let's go.

That's right, dear, let's go.

Let's go!

Let's go!

- Oh, I forgot. He's an Italian donkey. - Oh.

What was that new word you were teaching me?

Andiamo?

That's right.

Andiamo

♪ Andiamo, andiamo, my bambina, let's go ♪

♪ Cara mia, look around you ♪ ♪ What a beautiful tour ♪

♪ Come with me presto ♪ Caro nome, my love ♪

♪ The sun is high above ♪

♪ Andiamo, andiamo ♪ ♪ What a glorious spring ♪

♪ How allegro, how vivace ♪ ♪ How alive is the spring ♪

♪ And we are alive to each other and so ♪

♪ I sing fortissimo ♪

♪ Do you love me ♪

♪ Fa-sol-la-si ♪ ♪ La-si-do ♪

♪ If you love me ♪ ♪ I'll be so bravissimo ♪

♪ Andiamo, andiamo ♪ ♪ To a hilltop of pine ♪

♪ We'll have pizza, antipasto ♪ ♪ And some very good wine ♪

♪ So come with me presto ♪ ♪ For time goes so fast ♪

♪ A bride bouquet ♪

♪ A perfect day ♪

♪ Were never made to last ♪

♪ Andiamo ♪ ♪ Andiamo ♪

♪ My bambina, let's go ♪

♪ Cara mia, look around you ♪ ♪ What a beautiful show ♪

♪ So come with me ♪ ♪ Presto ♪

♪ Caro nome, my love ♪

♪ The sun is high above ♪

♪ Andiamo ♪ ♪ Andiamo ♪

♪ What a glorious spring ♪

♪ How allegro ♪ ♪ How vivace ♪

♪ How alive is the spring ♪

♪ And we are alive to each other and so ♪

♪ We sing fortissimo ♪

♪ Do you love me ♪

♪ Fa ♪ ♪ Sol ♪

♪ La ♪ ♪ Si ♪

♪ La si do ♪

♪ Do you love me ♪ ♪ Si, si ♪

♪ How bravissimo ♪

♪ Andiamo, andiamo ♪ ♪ To a hilltop of pine ♪

♪ We'll have pizza ♪ ♪ Antipasto ♪

♪ And some very good wine ♪

♪ So come with me ♪ ♪ Presto ♪

♪ For time goes so fast ♪

♪ A bride bouquet, a perfect day ♪

♪ Were never made to last ♪

♪ Andiamo ♪ ♪ Andiamo ♪

♪ Andiamo ♪ ♪ Andiamo ♪

Oh, it's wonderful!

Gee, it's beautiful!

On a clear day you can see Corsica.

Gosh, if the kids back in Albuquerque could see me now.

Do you come here very often?

Yes, very often.

Oh, who with?

My little son.

Tell me about your son.

What would you like to know?

Well, does he look like you?

Oh, by an odd coincidence, I just happen to have this with me.

- Oh, how old is he? - Not yet six.

- And he rides? - Like one of your cowboys.

I taught him.

- What's he doing there? - Playing chess with my father.

The king.

- I taught him to box too. - You did?

Indeed I did. And you know what happened?

He got into a fight with the gardener's boy.

Eight years old, three inches taller.

- Well, that wasn't so funny. - But it was. It was terribly funny.

One punch from the gardener's boy and my little prince got two beautiful black eyes.

He told me he fell in the bathtub.

- You must be proud of him. - Very proud.

I bet he's proud of you too.

For a whole year after we lost his mother,

I never left the palace.

It gave us a chance to become wonderful friends.

What does he want to be when he grows up?

Oh, I mean...

A lawyer's son may be an engineer, a doctor's son may be a prizefighter,

But, um...

when one is born in the shadow of a throne,

one dies in that shadow.

- You don't want him to be a king? - I do not.

But if he were a good king and he ruled wisely,

A king does not rule.

He is only a symbol.

I do not wish my son to be a symbol.

And you?

You do not want to be a king?

No.

I don't want to be a king.

But for me it's too late.

All my life I've accepted the privilege of a prince.

Therefore I cannot serve the duties of a king.

When I was a little girl, I remember a story about a little boy.

An ordinary little boy.

One fine day he discovered that he had been changed into a prince.

Well, why can't it be the other way around?

Perhaps it can.

♪ Do you love me, fa-sol-la-si ♪ ♪ La-si-do ♪

♪ Do you love me ♪

♪ Entrate, la-la-la ♪ Giovanni!

Telegramma, Altezza.

Un momento, Giovanni.

♪ My love and my mule ♪ ♪ Are two of a kind ♪

♪ What to do, what to do, what to do ♪ ♪ My love... ♪

Giovanni, mi deve fare un grande favore.

Dica a la signorina Brown che sono andatto a Genoa.

Ma che ritornerò in tempo per il nostro chicken sandwich e glass of milk.

- Va benissimo, Altezza. - Non ti dimenticare. È importantissimo.

- No, Altezza. - Da questo fiore alla signorina Brown.

What is it, Bernand, what is so urgent?

- It's your father. - Serious?

- Desperately. - Why didn't your telegram say this?

With your Royal Highness out of the country, I dared not put it in the wire.

Bernand, first I must send a message to Rappalo.

I beg you, sir, every minute counts.

A piece of paper, Bernand, a pen, a pencil.

Bernand, take my car.

Go to the Riviera Hotel in Rappalo, and deliver this note to...

Miss Frederica Brown?

Your activities are seldom secret, sir.

But, um...

The note is hardly necessary. I will handle this matter with my usual discretion.

This matter, as you choose to call it, is not usual.

You will deliver this note to Miss Brown and follow me on the earliest plane.

As you wish, sir.

Oh! Oh, but I expected...

I know. You are Miss Brown?

- Yes. - My name is Bernand.

I hope you will forgive this intrusion.

But I come to you with a message from His Royal Highness.

- Is something wrong? - I'm afraid so.

Three days ago, His Majesty, His Royal Highness's father,

became seriously ill.

This morning, his condition became critical.

Naturally he would want his son and his heir at his side.

Oh, naturally.

On learning of the seriousness of the situation,

His Royal Highness was compelled to leave without benefit of goodbye.

I see.

His Majesty is not expected to live.

Hence, His Royal Highness will become our king.

I, by the way,

am His Majesty's prime minister.

- And I brought you... - A letter?

His Royal Highness's regrets.

I suppose with, um... practice,

one should become callous to these situations, but, um...

somehow I never find them easy.

What is it that you don't find easy?

To, um... say his au revoirs.

His Royal Highness is so sentimental...

goodbyes become impossible for him.

Fortunately you are an American.

Americans... are practical, mademoiselle.

If you knew what I've been through with some of these European women.

You have my sympathy.

I've always heard that European women are very...

Impractical.

I see you're about to enjoy your supper, mademoiselle.

Good appetite, and goodbye.

Oh, I almost forgot.

If and when mademoiselle is in Paris,

she would pay a visit to Cartier and select, say, some...

...modest jewel that might catch her fancy.

His Royal Highness would be very grateful.

Good night, Mr. Bernand.

Mademoiselle.

- L'addition, s'il vous plaît. - Voilà, monsieur.

- Combien? - Cent cinquant francs.

- Voilà. - Merci beaucoup.

- Très bien. - Merci, monsieur.

- Ce film, où est-ce qu'il a été fait? - À Hollywood.

- Wait for me, I'll be about ten minutes. - Alright, Mr. Hunter.

- Hello, Mr. Hunter. - Hello, Mac.

- Not through shooting the test yet? - They have just finished the last shot, sir.

Anna! Anna!

- Anna! - Here I am, Madame.

Oh, what time is it?

- Oh, half past eleven. - Oh, I'll just about make it.

- Fredda. - Oh, hello, darling.

- I want to talk to you. - I want to talk yo you too.

Let me get out of this and I'll be right with you.

- We've got to move fast. - Yes, madame.

- Did you talk to Palm Springs? - Yes, Madame.

- Everything arranged? - Everything, madame.

- Did you check with the airport? - No, madame, it was too early.

But I think by now we can get information.

No, wait, um... you're not going with me.

- Madame? - No, I'm driving down alone.

But, um... I have engaged the rooms for two, one for madame and one for me.

I know, Anna, but, um...

I've never kept any secrets from you, have I?

Never, madame.

Well, I'm keeping a secret from you now.

- I know, madame. - What do you know?

That ever since you received a telephone call from Paris,

madam has been full of very much secrets.

But I understand.

Well, if you do, and you just might,

see that no one else does.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. No one, madame.

Come in, Paul.

Have a cup of coffee, darling, while I change.

Thank you.

Anna, my beautiful, I'd like to be alone with Miss Barlo.

You know, monsieur, I do not understand English.

- Anna. - Anna!

- Yes, madam. - Why don't you make that phone call?

- Outside. - Yes, madame.

I thought you didn't understand English.

Not one word.

- What do you think of Bolton? - He's a good actor.

- I thought he was great. - I think we ought to look further.

Oh, but we've tested over twenty.

I've brought them from New York, from London, from anywhere I can find them.

This fellow Bolton's played all the kings there are.

Richard, Henry, Lear.

Just what is it you're looking for?

Something. And when I find it, I'll know.

- Do this for me, darling. - Uh-huh.

Look. honey, I want to talk to you about something.

Yes?

This is our third picture together. And I thinks it's gonna be our best.

I think so too.

When you first brought me the story, frankly, I was against it.

American girls falls in love with a king, it seemed... old-fashioned

Now, somehow I believe it.

I've always believed it, Paul.

Okay.

So this is out third picture together.

Still no contract, just a handshake.

What's wrong with a handshake?

Nothing. I like it.

Gives me a chance to hold your hand.

Now look, Fredda, a fellow's gotta make plans.

How about a handshake for three, or say five, why not ten pictures more?

So that's what's worrying you.

Look, darling, a star can't get any better than the best, and you're the best.

Now why in the world would I ever want to go any place else?

That's fine.

That's fine, but there's a little more to it than that.

Look, Fredda.

Five pictures, ten pictures,

ten, years, twenty years, there's still all that time.

And all that time in between pictures when I don't even see you.

It doesn't make sense.

Gonna work together, I want to be together.

Not just at the studio, not just for dinner.

Paul are you asking me to marry you?

I'm not asking you to run for Congress.

Why didn't you wait until Monday?

We've known each other three years, this is Friday, I should have waited till Monday.

Okay, honey, I'll compromise.

Give me your answer tonight.

I can't see you tonight.

No?

No, I'm going out of town.

Oh, where are you going?

I'll be back Monday.

Monday.

Or sooner.

And on Monday I say to you, please, Miss Barlo, will you marry me?

Will you, Paul?

If I don't fall for someone else over the weekend.

If you don't.

That's fair.

Handshake?

Handshake.

Goodbye.

That had better wait for Monday too.

Maybe you're right.

Palm Springs 1497.

Alo, alo, Mrs. Cabot?

This is Anna.

Anna, Miss Barlo's maid.

For three hours I am calling you from Los Angeles.

No, no, Miss Barlo she should be there any minute now.

Who, me? No, I am not coming.

I am sick, very sick.

Miss Barlo want you to know she want only one room.

No, no, no, she does not want you to lose money.

If you cannot rent the other room, she will pay for it.

But please, please, you try to rent the other room.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Goodbye.

Gwen.

- Gwen! - Yes, Aunt Millie?

- The maid just phoned. - She's not coming?

She's coming, but she only wants one room.

- Really? - Please put these in east room.

I'll put these back in the linen closet.

My clock's fast for a change.

Nevertheless, put the towels in the east room.

Yes, Auntie.

That's her!

The east room, Gwen.

Yes, Auntie.

Madame Cabot?

- I'm Mrs. Cabot. - Ah.

- One may enter? - Of course.

My name is Imperium.

- Imperium? - Imperium.

I thought that's what you said.

Imperium.

I have just arrived from Paris.

From Paris?

- That seems extraordinary? - Well, um... um...

It is my understanding, madame, that you have a room for rent.

How did you hear about it, we don't advertise.

Well, you see, in Paris it was very cold and very wet.

I heard your desert was very warm and very dry.

I like warm weather.

Oh, we're very warm here... the weather, that is.

The weather is what I referred to, madame.

I thought that was what you meant.

And so, madame, I boarded the plane, flew to Palm Springs...

...but unfortunately without reservations.

I have tried half a dozen different hotels...

and at one of them one of the clerks said that you occasionally rented rooms, and...

Here we are.

Well, it just so happens by the merest coincidence,

that I do have a vacant space.

- Good! I'll get my bags. - Oh, they're alright out there.

Come with me, I'll show you what I've got.

It may not be elegant enough for you, but, um...

A home I find usually reflects the personality of its occupant.

In this instance I have no fears, madame.

That's nice of you to say that, Mr. Imperium.

It was nothing, madame. Nothing at all.

This is the west room.

It's just the same as the east room, except it's, um... it's, um...

- West! - Yes.

- These are the beds. - Oh, the beds.

- You can sleep in either one you like. - Sure, sure.

The dressing room's over there.

You don't have to pay attention to that door.

- Never. - It leads into the other room, but...

The door's bolted on both sides.

A wise precaution.

I'm sorry there isn't anyone to get your bags for you, you'll have to bring them in yourself.

Of course!

Mademoiselle.

- Who is he? - Mr. Imperium.

- Who? - That's what he said. Imperium.

- There's no such name. - It's his, there must be.

I was just thinking. He's somebody. I don't know.

First of all I thought he was a foreign movie star, like Charles Boyer.

- He's not Charles Boyer. - Well, anyway, he looks like an actor.

If he is, Miss Barlo will know who he is.

- Definitely. - I'll ask her.

You'll do nothing of the sort! Get your feet off the bed!

But Auntie!

The only reason she comes here is because it's so quiet.

No one ever bothers her asking her questions, including you.

- How can it bother... - Shh!

Oh, um... Mr. Imperium, there's my niece, Gwendolyn.

- Mademoiselle, delighted. - How do you do?

I was just saying to Auntie, I know I've seen you before, your picture or something?

- Gwen! - I don't mean to be rude, Mr. Imperium,

but haven't I?

Perhaps, mademoiselle, in another life we were friends.

Oh, Mr, Imperium, what a perfectly dreamy thought.

Gwen, darling, if we're going to the movies tonight, you've got your homework to do.

- Yes, Auntie. - Now, darling!

Yes, Auntie.

Au revoir.

Au revoir.

Of course you don't realize it.

But if you'd arrived just one minute earlier, I wouldn't have had a room for you.

Oh, fantastic!

Yes, sir! She cancelled the room just before you rang the doorbell.

You see, she always reserves both rooms,

That's so she won't be disturbed or run into strangers or anything.

But at exactly one minute to...

her maid calls and then the clock struck three.

- Who's maid? - Miss Barlo's, Fredda Barlo.

- Fredda Barlo? Oh, yes! - You've seen her?

- In person? - On the screen.

Oh, my dear, wait till you see her in person, she's more beautiful, young!

Wears hardly any makeup, just a little lipstick, maybe a little powder.

But to tell you the truth, down here she just lies out in the sun with nothing on.

No makeup, I mean.

I do hope her maid knew what she was talking about.

I can't understand her giving up one of the rooms.

Seems so peculiar because money can't mean anything to her.

You'll forgive me if I don't introduce you to Miss Barlo.

She's really very sweet, nothing grand about her.

But we have sort of an understanding, we never introduce her to anybody.

I will be very undemocratic, madame.

Auntie, Auntie, she's here!

Oh, will you excuse me, please? I've got to meet Miss Barlo.

Oh, um... um... You forgot to tell me how long you want the room.

- Until the 17th. - The 17th.

- That would be Monday. - Would it?

- Well, today's Friday. - Is it?

Oh, yes, of course, the 17th will be Monday!

Thank you, Mr. Imperium.

Oh, dear!

- What is it? - Mr. Imperium.

- Mr. Imperium? - That's what he says his name is.

I knew he was a foreigner, but I didn't know he sang.

Maybe I should have, most of them do, I suppose.

I don't mind, Mrs. Cabot.

♪ Do you love me ♪

A thousand pardons, madame.

Of course.

It was the strangest thing, Miss Barlo.

Just after I hung up the phone, I talked to your maid,

the bell rang, there stood Mr. Imperium.

- Wasn't it the most amazing coincidence? - Oh, amazing!

Gwen, will you please put these in the bathroom?

Yes, Auntie.

Oh, dear, he's singing again.

Will you excuse me, Miss Barlo?

- Miss Barlo. - Yes, Gwen.

- Who is he? - Who?

Mr. Imperium. I don't believe there is such a name.

Perhaps not.

And yet I know I've seen him in something.

- In something? - The movies, I mean.

Of course he's not a star. We'd have known right away who he is.

But he must be an actor, I can tell.

I know I've seen him, Miss Barlo, I just know I've seen him.

Well, perhaps you have.

But at any rate, I shall see no one in the next few hours.

I'm exhausted.

- May I draw the drapes for you? - Hm, that would be wonderful.

He is good-looking, isn't he?

- Who? - Mr. Imperium!

I'm afraid I didn't notice.

- Well, if there's nothing else I can do. - Nothing else, thank you.

I asked him not to sing any more. He was very nice about it.

- Why did you do that? - So you could rest, Miss Barlo.

Oh, well that's kind of you. And of him.

- Well, rest well. - I'll try.

Frederica Brown.

Your Majesty.

For twelve years I have waited for this moment.

Why have you waited so long?

All through the war I was a prisoner in my own palace.

I know, I...

I prayed for you.

Then there was the revolution and the government in exile in Paris,

when I learned what Bernand had done to us and I was free to look for you.

There was no Frederica Brown.

But my name hadn't changed. I was easy to find.

- So many times I wanted to write. - Why didn't you?

It took a long time for me to forget.

A long time to fall in love with someone else.

Someone else.

Then the phone rang...

...and the operator said Paris calling.

And then I heard your voice.

And I hadn't forgotten you at all.

That's what I waited to hear.

What is it, Fredda?

Only that... even in Hollywood, we...

We do read the newspapers.

And what do you read?

That next Tuesday there will be a plebiscite.

Your people will go to the polls and vote you back onto the throne.

You'll be a king again and... And I...

So that's it.

On Tuesday night there will be a plebiscite and my people will go to the polls.

But they'll vote against me,

because by that time they will know I am here with you...

...to stay.

If you'll let me.

- But where is he now? - Who?

Bernand.

Oh, in Paris, so busy with his government in exile.

Probably going out of his mind trying to find me.

He found you once before.

This time I've been too clever.

No one knows I am here except your State Department.

So, my darling,

on Tuesday night there will be a king without a throne.

A commoner.

In love with a queen.

- She's still resting. - She must have been tired.

Mr. Imperium was tired too.

- The desert air. - That's a new name for it.

What are you talking about, Gwen?

- Oh, Auntie, don't be so unsophisticated. - Shh, Gwen!

- Oh, good evening, Miss Barlo. - Good evening, Mrs. Cabot, Gwen.

- Won't you join us? - Oh, no, thank you.

Well, there's plenty here.

We're going to the movie afterwards, would you like to come with us?

Oh, thanks very much, but it's such a lovely night,

I thought I'd take a little drive and get a bite of dinner and then come back to bed.

I hope Mr. Imperium's all right.

We haven't seen him since I showed him the room.

♪ My love and my mule ♪ ♪ Are two of a kind ♪

♪ What to do, what to do, what to do ♪

♪ My love, like my mule ♪

Forgive me, madame. I forgot my promise.

I think you've got a wonderful voice, Mr. Imperium.

- You could be in opera. - Oh, you flatter me, mademoiselle.

I bet without my accent you would all think me a cowboy.

- Oh, even with the accent. - What a wonderful evening.

Everybody paying me compliments.

That's a very old song. Where'd you learn it?

- In Italy, madame. - And you remembered it.

It was sung not well, mind you,

by a very beautiful woman.

I remembered the woman and that was the song.

Oh, I think that's charming, Mr. Imperium. Don't you, Miss Barlo?

Oh, charming. Not original, mind you, but charming.

Madame,

there is so much originality in the world and so little charm.

- For example... - For example?

For us to dine together would not be very original.

But it would be charming.

Well, the restaurants here are rather limited.

To me, Mr. Imperium, you suggest, um... caviar, champagne.

On the contrary, madame.

I am the chicken sandwich and a glass of milk kind.

Oh, we can do better than that.

There's a little place halfway up the mountain. Charcoal broiled steak.

Oh, Miss Barlo, you have talked me into it.

Madame, mademoiselle.

♪ My love and my mule ♪ ♪ Are two of a kind ♪

♪ What to do, what to do, what to do ♪

- We didn't even introduce them! - Shh, quiet, Gwen!

I tell you, Auntie, there's something squidgy about the whole thing.

- Squidgy? - In the first place, giving up the room.

Then going out with him, a stranger, just like that.

And why should a foreigner sing cowboy songs?

I don't know, Gwen.

But your uncle was an American and he loved to sing O Sole Mio.

Of course that was different. He never really knew the words.

I must find a way to make a living.

We'll take inventory.

I could teach dancing, singing, boxing, jazz.

Horseback riding.

But I don't like to teach.

Ah!

No.

What about an antique shop?

Good!

I take old clocks and make them into lamps.

I take old lamps and make them into clocks.

A restaurant!

Why didn't we think of this before?

A restaurant right in Beverly Hills.

"The King's Chop House."

No! "Al's Place."

But I am not worried.

In America your success stories are very common.

Like your Paul Hunter.

I read in the magazine he started by selling newspapers in the street.

They say that about most successful men,

but in Paul's case it happens to be true.

Tell me more about him.

- What do you want to know? - Everything.

Well, he's tall, dark, intelligent.

And sometimes quite handsome.

- Dark, hm? - And he's in love with me.

And who is not?

Tell me about your new picture.

What is the story?

An American girl falls in love with a...

...king.

- What a coincidence! - Isn't it?

Who will play this king?

We don't know. We've tested more than a dozen actors, but...

There's always something missing.

Fredda!

How would I photograph?

How would you photograph?

For a thousand years actors have grown wealthy playing kings.

It would be a beautiful revenge.

Beautiful.

What a wonderful country this America.

Only a few moments ago...

...I am a lonely restaurant proprietor.

Mow I am the star of the picture.

Co-star, darling.

Well, with my new success I can afford to be generous.

In this picture, do I make love to you?

Oh, yes.

I think I can do that very convincingly.

You're serious!

Never have I been more serious in all my life.

But perhaps your Paul will think I'm not the type.

My Paul has a wonderful eye for talent.

Everything okay, folks?

You have no idea how okay.

- Would you mind, Miss Barlo? - Not at all.

- Thank you very much. - Surely.

Next year I will sign the autograph book.

-Well hello! - Hola, segnorita, cómo está?

Miss Barlo, nice to see you!

Mr. Imperium, I want you to meet the Guadalajara Trio.

- How do you do? - Cómo está, señor?

When do you start your picture, Miss Barlo?

- He means when we work? - Well, it won't be long now.

- You have found someone to play the king? - I think we have.

Ah, muy bien.

I'm so excited making love to you, I also sing?

- I'm afraid you do, darling. - In what language?

- Well, you do one number in Spanish. - Why?

Because these are my friends and I want to give them a job.

Oh! I suppose I ask them if they know such and such a song and they will answer yes?

Well, if they answered no, there wouldn't be any song.

- Go and ask us! - Okay, okay, okay, let me see now.

Let's see, do you know, um...

- ♪ Solamente una vez ♪ - Oh, sí!

♪ Solamente una vez ♪

♪ Amé en la vida ♪

♪ Solamente una vez y nada más ♪

♪ Una vez, nada más ♪ ♪ En mi huerto brilló la esperanza ♪

♪ La esperanza que alumbra ♪ ♪ El camino de mi soledad ♪

♪ Una vez, nada más ♪

♪ Se entrega el alma ♪

♪ Con la dulce y total renunciación ♪

♪ Una vez, nada más ♪ ♪ En mi huerto brilló la esperanza ♪

♪ La esperanza que alumbra ♪ ♪ El camino de mi soledad ♪

Now you do one in English.

Oh, I am a king, I can sing in every language.

♪ You belong to my heart ♪

♪ Now and forever ♪

♪ And our love had its start ♪

♪ So long ago ♪

♪ We were gathering stars while ♪ ♪ A million guitars played our love song ♪

♪ When I said I love you ♪ ♪ Every beat of my heart said it too ♪

♪ My heart said it too ♪

♪ 'Twas a moment like this ♪

♪ Do you remember ♪

♪ And your eyes threw a kiss ♪

♪ When they met mine ♪

♪ Now we all know the stars ♪ ♪ And a million guitars are still playing ♪

♪ Darling you are the song ♪ ♪ And you'll always belong ♪

♪ To my heart ♪ ♪ You belong to my heart ♪

You noticed her car isn't here yet?

Maybe she put it around on the other side of the house.

Oh, Auntie, they aren't home.

Their doors are still open and her light's out.

And it's after eleven.

- Is it, dear? - It doesn't take that long.

Doesn't take that long for what?

To eat steak and potatoes.

They might have gone for a drive.

There's nothing restful about a drive.

Well, she said she came down here to rest.

- She rested all afternoon. - How do you know?

- The drapes were drawn. - So were his.

- So were his what? - Drapes drawn.

He rested too.

I wonder.

Gwen, dear, it isn't good for you to wonder so much.

But I do wonder, Auntie.

What about, for goodness sakes?

Oh, Auntie, I don't mean to be rude, really I don't but...

I guess... I guess when you get older, you just get naive.

Really?

What would you say if the doors between their rooms were unlocked?

They couldn't be, dear, I locked them myself this morning.

But suppose they were unlocked now.

Oh, good heavens, Gwen, no!

There's only one way to find out. Come on!

♪ You belong to my heart ♪

♪ Now and forever ♪

♪ And our love had its start ♪ ♪ So Long ago ♪

♪ Una vez nada más... ♪

Oh, I've done it again.

Forgive me. I really meant to keep my promise.

Oh, that's all right, Mr. Imperium. You sounded so happy.

Happy? How could one help but be happy?

To drive through the night with so beautiful a companion.

Of course I am happy!

And are you happy too, Miss Barlo?

I? Oh, ever so happy.

Full of good food, clean desert air and...

And all of a sudden I'm utterly exhausted.

Oh, and I too.

What a wonderful place to rest, this desert.

Well, good night, Miss Barlo.

And thank you so much for a delightful evening.

I enjoyed it.

Good night. And blessed be the coincidence.

Who knows what may happen next?

- Good night. - Oh, Miss Barlo.

I hope he hasn't made a bore of himself.

Oh, no, Mrs. Cabot. Bore is hardly the word.

What is the word, Miss Barlo?

The word?

I never could find the right word when I wanted it.

But believe me, my dear, it isn't bore.

- Good night. - Good night.

There, you see?

He's gone to his room and she's on her way to hers.

I can't imagine what makes you think the things you do.

- Maybe it's your asthma. - Squidgy.

Come on. it's time to go to bed.

Long distance, please.

I want Beverly Hills, Crestview 54124

Uh, 1497.

I'm calling Paul.

It's pretty late.

Well, he has a phone by his bed.

- Oh, he has, has he? - Well, I imagine he has.

Most executives do, you know.

Oh, I didn't know.

Well, now you do.

Hello. Hello, Paul?

Did I wake you?

No? Oh, I'm glad.

You don't?

Oh, that's sweet of you, darling.

What, darling?

Oh, yes, darling.

Of course, darling.

In show business, everybody calls everybody darling.

Oh.

What, darling?

No, no, I was just talking to a friend.

Well, you don't know him, Paul.

He's a very old friend.

Paul, it's the most extraordinary thing,

but he will be absolutely marvelous as the king.

She wants him to play the king.

The terrible part is His Majesty would be superb.

Yes, Fredda, yes, I have every confidence in your enthusiasm, but, um...

Why didn't you suggest him before?

He wasn't available.

Now, Mr. Hunter, you see how serious this is.

How important it is that something should be done at once.

No, no, I've got too much at stake, Fredda must make her own decision.

- What's that, Fredda? - I said we'll come in tonight.

And call Anna for me, will you, darling? Tell her to prepare the guest room.

Well, I'm only being hospitable.

And then, Paul be at my house at 10 in the morning.

Please do.

What?

Well... yes, I know tomorrow isn't Monday.

Well, I can't talk about it over the phone.

You haven't?

I?

Well, not now, darling, please.

That's right. In the morning. At ten.

Goodbye.

- He stayed home all evening. - Why?

He said he didn't want to take the chance of falling in love with someone else.

Obviously he's no gambler.

Darling, we've got to pack and drive to Beverly Hills.

- And we'd better get started before we... - Before we what?

Before we forget a lot of things that simply have to be remembered.

For instance?

For instance a three-hour drive to Beverly Hills.

A drive to Beverly Hills was not exactly what I had planned.

Darling, will you get packed?

Certainly, Your Majesty.

Oh, so that's it.

Could we... could we perhaps pay it a visit?

Now? But there'll be nothing to see, except some empty stages and a nightwatchman.

I have always liked fashionable resorts out of season.

Alright.

There is something I'd like to show you at that.

- Hello, Miss Barlo. - Hello, Lackey.

- Would you turn the lights on, please? - Sure thing.

- Do you want them all on, Miss Barlo? - Every last one.

Come on, I want to really show you something.

Now you wait right here.

- All right, ready? - ready.

Andiamo!

Well, well, well.

- What a coincidence. - Isn't it?

What happened to those wonderful people from Texas?

Oh, they struck oil. They always do.

- Miss Barlo. - Yes?

This whole thing is what we call in America a setup?

Um... yes.

You have plans.

Yes.

You have done this before?

- Oh, yes. - And always with great success?

Yes.

And sometimes, not very often...

Sometimes a failure?

Hmm... yes.

Tonight you will have no failure.

I am what you call not hard to get.

- You have suspected this? - Yes.

It is incredible, my darling,

that one man could be so happy and at the same time so hungry.

Me too.

- Now, we have to find a name for you. - I have a name.

Oh, Imperium is fine, but we have to get a first name.

- But I also have a first name, Alexis... - I know.

I know, Alexis de Gabble, De Goo, De something or other.

No, something simple like, Joe, George, Harry, Sam...

Ignatz!

Beautiful!

The Shadow of the Throne".

Starring Freda Barlo and Ignatz!

Oh, that'll be Paul.

Now Listen, darling. Don't be overeager.

Just let him do most of the talking. And when it comes to money, I'll handle that.

Not that Paul isn't generous, but after all he is a businessman.

And I am only an artist.

Paul, darling, I...

Your Majesty.

Madame.

I bring you Mr. Hunter's apologies, but he felt that his presence...

...would lend further embarrassment to an already awkward situation.

No apologies are necessary, Bernand.

No one in all the world could be more welcome.

I was just beginning to worry about how I could find you.

But I should have known.

Like a bad penny you turn up at the opportune moment.

Forgive me, Miss Barlo. You do remember Bernand.

Yes, I seem to remember that we did meet once before.

I'm sure that madame understands by now...

...that there are things in the course of our duties.

I understand many things, Bernand, but not what brings you here.

But I understand, Fredda.

He's come about the plebiscite. Haven't you, Bernand?

About the speech I am to make on Tuesday.

Exactly.

Your Majesty's unscheduled departure from Paris created a vacuum...

that was not, um... precisely part of our plan.

Oh, yes, our plans.

That's what I wanted to see you about, Bernand.

I think that you should know that there has been a slight alteration in our plans.

There is hardly time for alterations, Your Majesty.

The speech must be made on Tuesday, or else...

No, my friend,

On Tuesday you will tell our people, and thus the world,

- that I renounce the throne. - Your Majesty!

Twelve years ago I made a grave mistake aided somewhat by you.

Only a fool would lose the same battle twice.

So tell my people their king has made his final choice.

To spend the rest of his life with the woman he loves.

Do you realize what you're doing, madame? Do you realize...

I realize that this time there's no letter for you to burn,

no lies that you can tell.

- Your Majesty, I have no intention... - You forget yourself, Bernand!

My abdication will take place on Tuesday.

This is only Saturday.

I am still the king.

You may go.

Surely Your Majesty knows me well enough to know...

...that I would not undertake this long and tiresome journey without baggage.

Baggage?

It's diplomatic language for the ace of trumps.

Come, come! You have baggage! Then let us examine it!

By all means.

You know, madame, that after the war ended, we had a revolution.

You will find Miss Barlo very well informed.

Good. But this she may not know.

Our people now are weary of revolution.

They want their king again.

And they are going to have a king, madame.

If not the father, then they'll have the son.

The son?

Where is your son?

In England with good friends.

Enjoying life like any English boy.

He loves his life in England, I'm told.

It seems so cruel to put an end to it.

- To put an end to what? - To his life.

- To his life? - In England.

Oh, he... he's bluffing.

My boy is safe in England.

You know he is.

My news is somewhat later than your own.

Then where is he?

The moment that His Majesty disappeared,

I took it upon myself to communicate with the prince.

He is at present somewhere on the continent...

...in the care of good and patriotic friends.

And if His Majesty remains silent,

then I shall speak, as His Majesty suggested,

and I shall tell our countrymen

...that their king deserted them in their hour of need.

And that his son will come to them and reign under my regency...

until he comes of age.

My boy is safe in England.

Where is your telephone?

Right here in the library.

One moment, Your Majesty.

The United States government has generously provided a military airplane.

It is waiting at gate 44 at the Los Angeles international airport.

There will be no publicity.

They will respect your incognito.

I shall await you there.

If any harm has come to my boy...

Bernand.

Please, wait a moment.

I want to talk to you.

Please.

Bernand,

I can't believe that you would place a teenage boy upon a throne to...

To be a target for a bomb.

To be a target is the destiny of anyone who rules.

Listen to me, Bernand.

Tomorrow I can sign a contract for ten years.

I'll give you half... three quarters of my salary,

more if you like,

If.

If you'll return the boy to England and...

And let His Majesty stay here with you?

And let His Majesty stay here with me.

I have never envied His Majesty his crown.

But to be loved so deeply by one... so beautiful,

Of that I am indeed envious.

Yes?

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Clifton Taylor.

Ainsbury School, Sussex, England.

Thank you.

They will call right back.

It doesn't seem possible that a prince could be kidnapped...

...without the whole world knowing about it.

It is the one thing I'm counting on.

Funny.

In a moment like this, when my whole world is falling to pieces,

to be concerned with such a little thing.

- What little thing? - That bow. Bernand's bow.

You didn't notice.

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

That insulting little bow from the neck!

It's all I get from him.

He knows it infuriates me.

That's why he does it. Now, to my father,

Your Majesty!

Hello. Hello.

Hello, Mr. Taylor.

This is King Alexi speaking.

Yes. Fine.

Thank you, fine.

Tell me, I have been led to believe...

That is, um...

There is a rumor that my son...

What is that?

He did?

Yes, of course I'll wait.

The boy was not kidnapped.

- Oh, thank heaven. - No, he left of his own accord.

He left a note to the headmaster. He's going to read it to me.

- Have you a pencil and paper? - Yes.

Yes?

Yes, Mr. Taylor.

My country...

is in danger...

and I can do no less...

than go...

to her aid.

Were...

my personal happiness...

the only consideration,

I should like...

to have remained...

in England forever...

with those...

I love.

But I have been taught...

that battles...

are never won...

by...

running away.

Thank you, Mr. Taylor.

Thank you.

Seventeen years old.

You taught him to ride.

You taught him to box.

Perhaps you taught him this too.

Arivederci, darling.

Arivederci.

Hello, Paul.

- Thanks for coming. - It's okay.

He certainly was the type.

He certainly was.

He didn't like the part?

He didn't like the part.

What now, Fredda?

Five pictures, ten pictures.

Twenty if you like.

Between pictures? All that time between pictures, Fredda?

Any plans?

He said arivederci.

What's that mean?

I'll be seeing you.

- Subtitles - Luís Filipe Bernardes