Bluebeard's Eighth Wife Page #3
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1938
- 85 min
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Did you pay him?
What do you think?
You know, the same thing happened
to me once with a doctor,
in the middle of an operation.
Do you realize I'm probably the only
living man with just one tonsil?
(LAUGHS) Albert, I'd like
to talk to you seriously.
Do you think that's
possible, by any chance?
Money troubles?
Let's sit down.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Oh, it's terrible.
We owe everybody.
Have you ever had a waiter look
at you with un-tipped eyes?
And the elevator boy.
When I say, "Fourth floor,"
he says, "Yes, mademoiselle,"
and makes a detour
through the basement.
It's humiliating.
Oh, I wish I could help you.
You can. You're the only
person I know who works.
Albert, how does one get a job?
Well, what can you do, Nicole?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You know,
it's incredible how useless I am.
I was thinking about it last night,
and I got terribly depressed.
And then I remembered that you found
a job, and that encouraged me a lot.
Hello.
Hello.
Someone you know?
I met him once.
Who is he?
All I know is he only sleeps
in the tops of his pajamas.
Oh, I see.
Hey, you.
Are you speaking to me?
(CHUCKLES) I beg your pardon.
I mean him.
Oh, he can't talk
to me like that.
I should hope not.
Well, don't worry,
I'll show him.
Good.
Well? Well?
Well, good morning.
(CLEARS THROAT) Morning.
Mind if I sit down? Sit down.
You know, I was just saying
to the lady I'm with, I said,
"Look, who's that good-looking
chap over there?" Yes.
You know, your face
looks familiar to me.
Oh, I know where we met. At the
races at Deauville last summer.
I wasn't at Deauville last
year, and neither were you.
I beg your pardon. You can't speak
to me like that. How dare you?
(RAISING VOICE) I said I was at the
races last summer. You weren't.
I wasn't? No.
(EXCLAIMS)
(GROANS)
(SOFTLY) How do you know?
I know everything about you.
You're the Count de Regnier.
You're a bank clerk, Paris branch
of the New York Discount Bank.
You get 2,000 francs a month,
and you're not worth it.
You work in Room Six
at the desk by the window,
and you spend most of your
time looking out the window.
Are you a detective?
No, I own the bank.
(STUTTERING) Oh, Mr. Brandon.
It's my boss.
Better not be
too rough with him.
Well, I don't know.
At your service, Mr. Brandon.
What are you doing
on the Riviera anyway,
when your vacation
was over last Friday?
Oh, was it? It's amazing
how time flies, isn't it?
Since you're here, you might
as well act as my secretary.
Yes, sir.
Take a letter. Yes, sir.
"Museum of Fine Arts, Hannibal,
Michigan." That's my hometown.
"Gentlemen,
within the next few days,"
"I am shipping you
You bought it?
Soon as I saw
your father's pants.
"They tell me said
bathtub is genuine.
"I can't guarantee this because I
wasn't around when Louis was bathing.
"But, in any case, it cost plenty.
Yours truly," and so forth.
Go to Room 307, type that and wait for me.
Here's the key.
Yes, sir. Sorry, Nicole.
I understand.
Still crazy about me?
(LAUGHS) Oh, it would be hard to
resist a man of your natural charm
and finesse, Mr. Brandon.
I love the delicate way
you talk to your employees
and still indicate that you're
not quite pleased with them.
You seem to be
a man full of innuendos.
I just try to make myself clear.
Are you staying here long?
Well, you never can tell.
You know, I'm pretty glad
I came to the Riviera.
Oh, yes, it's a lovely place.
Beautiful.
But the class of people who come
here gets worse every year.
And this year we seem to have
next year's crowd already.
It's been interesting
to meet you, Mr. Brandon.
How about marrying me?
How did you get here?
A battleship dropped me.
Oh, yes, I forgot.
You're an important person.
Say, can I talk business with you?
Business?
I have a complaint.
Czechoslovakia.
Didn't it work?
It made matters worse. It reminded
me of you, I never shut an eye.
I couldn't get
you out of my mind.
A couple more nights like that
and I'd be a nervous wreck.
I'm in a bad way. You know,
I'm crazy about you.
Why, poor Mr. Brandon.
It's no joke.
The minute I saw you in that
store, I said to myself,
"There's the girl
I'm going to marry."
Does that seem kind of sudden?
Oh, no, no. A man in your
position can't waste time.
I believe in snap judgments.
That's the foundation of my business
and the secret of my success.
I act on the spur of the moment.
I act on impulse.
Now, Mr. Brandon,
don't be too spontaneous.
I hate overtures. Lovemaking
is the red tape of marriage.
It doesn't get you anywhere. I could
take you out for three months
and send you flowers
and all that flapdoodle,
and I wouldn't know any more
about you than I do right now.
It's only after the
marriage that you find out.
That you've got the wrong girl.
Or the right one.
Love and business, it's just
the same, you have to gamble.
You have to take chances.
Only yesterday
I took a chance in oil.
(EXCLAIMS) How is oil?
Fine. Went up five points.
How's steel?
Not so good. Say, are you
interested in finance?
(LAUGHING) I should say I am.
Gee, that's swell. We're
going to have a great time.
Yes.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
What do you say?
Pardon me, Mr. Brandon.
Was it "Yours very truly"
or "Very truly yours"?
Make it "Sincerely." Yes, sir.
Now, where were we?
On the stock market.
Oh, stop kidding. I'm asking
you to marry me, seriously.
Oh, let's not be
too hasty, Mr. Brandon.
Don't you want to know a little
something more about me?
Ask me a few questions before you
definitely make up your mind?
No. Not even how I feel
about this matter?
(LAUGHS) Well, I...
Oh, no, perhaps that doesn't
occur to a man with $50 million.
I haven't $50 million.
You haven't $50 million?
Not quite.
Oh, well, Mr. Brandon.
A man with your manners can't possibly
afford to have less than $50 million.
You're behaving
beyond your income.
I'll make the rest
of it if you say so.
I'm sure you will, any
morning before breakfast.
I'-.-'Ir. Brandon, you're terrific.
You're gigantic. You're breathtaking.
I wish someone would tell you
what I really think of you.
(MOTOR WHIRRING)
(BELL DINGING)
Come in.
How do you do, Mr. Brandon?
(DOOR CLOSING)
BRANDON:
Hello, Albert.(GROANING)
Don't you feel well, sir? Is
there anything I can do for you?
I'm all shot to pieces.
I can't sleep anymore.
Well, about that letter, I'-.-'Ir.
Brandon, to the Museum of Fine Arts...
Albert, if you want to
keep your job with me,
don't you ever remind me of it.
Never mention the Marquis
or that daughter of his.
No, sir.
Lay off of pajama pants.
Yes, sir. I don't
want to hear any more
about the Riviera. No, sir.
Don't speak to me about France, and
keep away from Czechoslovakia.
Well, if it meets with your approval,
sir, I won't say anything.
Albert, you're a very sweet guy.
I forget, how much
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