Desire Page #4

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to the American Consul, so I had no choice.

I had to take the case in my hands.

What could I do? I am the police.

We made the rounds of all the hotels,

Countess, but the description...

Fits me?

Well, it's absurd, Countess, but it does.

Furthermore, you arrived this afternoon.

It's all such nonsense, but everything fits.

Now I'm forced to confront you

with this American...

...but, of course,

if you will assure me that you...

- Oh, no. I insist on seeing this young man.

- Absolutely.

A thousand thanks. I'll bring him right up.

No. He's taken up too much of your time

already. Just send him up.

- I'm so delighted to have met you, seor.

- Thank you.

- Don't bother to bring him up here.

- Yes, Countess.

- Allow me.

- Your Highness, you are so kind to me.

It was so nice of you to come up.

Give me a drink, quick.

Now we'll have to get those pearis.

Come in.

So it was you!

Say, what was the idea

of taking my car and...

Hello.

May I ask what this is all about?

This is my uncle, Prince Margoli.

Bradley's my name.

- Are you insinuating that my niece...

- Yes, I am. She stole my car.

That's not true.

Are you calling me a liar?

I say that could not be true.

Uncle, it is true.

Then you really did what the police and

what this young man accuse you of doing?

- Yes. But let me explain.

- There is no explanation.

There's got to be an explanation.

That car didn't even belong to me,

and somebody's got to pay for it.

Let that be the least of your worries.

You'll have the money

before you leave this room.

- What interests me most is your conduct.

- No, Uncle...

I don't want any excuses!

This is the last

of your numberless escapades.

I shall take this up

at the family council, yes.

I'll not let you drag down our family name

any longer.

Do you realise what you did?

You stole a car. You, a de Beaupre!

- I shall see that the family disowns you.

- Now look here...

This is a black spot

on the escutcheon of the de Beaupres...

...which will have to be wiped away.

- But after all...

- Will you kindly let me handle this alone?

- Now, I'm telling you...

- Please, sir.

Whose niece is she, your niece or my niece?

Whose car was it, your car or my car?

Now let me tell you, my niece

is more important to me than your car.

My car is more important to me

than your niece!

Well, I don't know.

Well, look. I'm on my vacation...

...and I don't want any more trouble

than I had already...

...and I certainly don't want to start

a European war. Look...

...pay me 35,000 francs for my car,

and let's have a drink.

I cannot treat the matter so lightly.

Madeleine, I think the behaviour

of this young man is excellent...

...and I want you to apologise.

I ask your forgiveness

from the bottom of my heart.

Oh, come on. That's okay.

Let's have that drink.

I'll write you the cheque at once.

Why do you suppose she did it?

Why? Wrong education!

That's the trouble

with our whole aristocracy.

Still think they're living in the Middle Ages.

No respect for other people.

Treating everyone like subjects.

That's what starts revolutions.

I guess you're right.

She could start a revolution

with me anytime.

Please?

I beg your pardon.

If you won't accept my apology,

let me at least thank you for your chivalry.

It's quite all right. Why did you do it?

- Do you really want to know the truth?

- Yes.

- I was very late for a luncheon appointment.

- What?

And I wanted to keep it,

but not because of the food.

I get it.

Why did you leave me in the middle of the

road? I'd have been glad to drive you.

You were going slower and slower,

and you know yourself why.

It's very silly to say,

but suddenly I got in the most awful panic.

I didn't know you, we were alone there...

...and before I knew what I was doing,

I stepped on the gas.

I was really afraid.

Of what?

Of you.

Well, there was no need of it.

I paid you a few compliments.

I told you how charming

and how lovely you were...

...and I'd still repeat it,

but I didn't do anything.

But you intended to.

I did not.

You had it in your eye.

I didn't know it showed.

By the way,

did you make your luncheon appointment?

Yes, but after I got here, I didn't keep it.

You know...

...it may seem strange,

but I've never had dinner with a Countess.

And I'm afraid you never will.

We are leaving today.

- So am I. Are you going to Madrid, too?

- No.

Neither am I.

You will hear the news

of the day from the capitals of the worid.

Paris, France.

The most sensational jewel robbery

of a decade...

...the disappearance of a two-million franc

string of pearis...

...from Duvalle and Company,

the famous jewellers, still goes unsolved.

The police are believed to be

closing in on the culprits.

The latest clues point to Spain...

...as the country

where they have taken refuge...

...and the search has turned there.

- Mr. Bradley?

- Yes?

- Are you unpacked?

- Yeah.

- Do you want any help?

- No, thanks, everything's fine.

- Do you need any suits pressed?

- No, no. That's not really necessary.

By the way, we're dressing tonight.

- You're dressing.

- Yes.

- I left my dinner coat in Paris.

- That's all right. It doesn't matter.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't worry.

- Come out as soon as you're ready.

- Thanks.

Madeleine.

- Has he found them?

- I don't think so...

...but he has no dinner jacket.

- That's bad.

- Yes.

Let's hope he wears that chequered coat,

then I'll slip away from dinner.

- And I'll keep him at the table.

- Right, but if he doesn't wear it...

Now we'll have to be careful.

Don't let's arouse any suspicion.

- Have you any kind of a pearl necklace?

- Yes, the imitation I bought in Vienna.

Good, put it on.

Mr. Bradley.

Thank you.

You know,

I shouldn't be allowed to sit down.

I look like a stevedore at a royal banquet.

Here's to our charming guest.

And here's to my charming host

and my very lovely hostess.

You know, Mr. Bradley,

I never thought I'd like you.

I knew you would. I grow on people.

I remember a few years ago,

I met a girl that didn't like me at first.

But I grew and grew on her until...

What happened?

She sued me.

I see. You're a kind of a Don Juan.

What a vacation.

What a country.

What is this tender sensation?

This magical thrill that I feel?

Although I seem to be in a dream...

I know this moment is real...

You're here and I'm here...

With your heart and my heart...

Awake in a dream...

In a dream of romance and delight...

Can it be that tonight is the night?

You're here and I'm here...

With your lips and my lips...

Awake in a dream...

And the stars looking down from above...

Seem to sing, "You're in love...

"You're in love"

Now I'll walk with wings on my feet...

Now I'll feel that bitter is sweet...

Other eyes may have charms...

But my heaven will be in your arms...

You're here and I'm here...

With your heart and my heart...

Awake in a dream...

In a dream of romance and delight...

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