Escape Me Never Page #2

and no money in my stocking.

But it all came out all right.

I'm like a cat.

I always land on my feet.

You know, inside of a day,

I'd fainted in the street,

and there my friend found me.

The baby and I are staying

with him for a moment.

And this friend

of yours, is he-

Oh, no.

He has no money either.

That's why I go about with the schools

- to get food for us.

This so-called

friend, who is he?

Young musician.

His name is Dubrok.

Oh!

Yes, he's the son of Albert Dubrok

- the composer.

A famous father, but the son,

weren't a much smaller bush

if you ask me. However he might-

You may go.

You mean it?

I do, indeed.

Please go at once.

Oh, all right.

Arrivederci.

Thank heavens

Fenella wasn't here.

By the way, where is she?

She... she's out with Mr. Dubrok.

Hello, everybody.

I have news for you.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here,

Professor Heinrich.

Darling.

Mama, papa.

Fenella, listen to me.

No. You listen to me, Papa.

I have a wonderful

surprise, and it won't keep.

I'm going to marry Caryl Dubrok.

Great scott. What did you say?

She said she's going

to marry Caryl Dubrok.

No, darling.

You couldn't possibly.

The fellow's a scoundrel.

We're leaving Venice at once.

It's just as well.

One can't trust it.

You know, the whole idea of fetching

a train in a boat is ridiculous.

I can't get used to it.

How are you?

Fenella, I...

What's happening? Are

your parents going away?

Yes. And I'm going with them.

You're what?

Fenella, come along.

I can't marry you, Caryl.

But why not?

Because of Gemma.

Gemma? Gemma?

But who is Gemma?

Ask Professor Heinrich.

Fenella, please wait a moment.

Really, I don't know any Gemma.

I've never even heard of such a person.

You've got to believe me.

Fenella...

Look, Professor, I don't know any Gemma.

I've never even heard of such a person.

You've got to believe me.

I do.

The trouble is

the Macleans prefer

to believe Gemma.

That's why they are taking

their daughter out

to the Dolomites.

The parents would have

objected to you in any case.

They don't like musicians.

Musicians are not practical.

They don't make money.

Fenella doesn't care

about money.

Rich people

are always saying that,

but they don't

really mean it.

Which way, Signore?

Diritto.

Diritto? Bene.

Listen.

Oh, it's an original tune

and rather diverting.

Why, that's one of

my father's things,

and that

concertina's mine.

It is your concertina?

Yes. I loaned it to

Sebastian in Milan last year.

Don't you see?

That must be

my brother Sebastian

playing the concertina up there.

Gondolier, stop.

The music's coming

from that upper window,

the one with the white rags

hanging out over the ledge.

Your so-called white rags are

baby napkins, my young friend.

What do you mean?

They're Gemma's.

Gemma, huh?

Piccolo, there is positively

no boy soprano part

in this composition,

so shut up!

Thank you.

I knew it.

Oh, hello.

Look here, Sebastian-

I'm glad you dropped in.

There's something

I want you to hear.

I've got something

I want you to hear.

Listen.

You've upset my applecart

again, haven't you?

Have I? It must be

a very poorly balanced

applecart to upset so easily.

Besides, how could I?

I haven't seen you since Milan.

Do you know a girl named Gemma?

Also, her brat.

He's a cute little

fella, isn't he?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, thanks.

I create music.

It's Gemma's.

Would you be so kind as

to explain who Gemma is?

Certainly. I found her wandering around

in the streets one day,

sort of starving

and so on, you know,

so I thought the only humane thing to do

was to take her in, so I did.

Very noble of you.

It certainly was,

considering the state of my finances.

Uh, by the way-

Not a lira.

Loaning you money is like

feeding straws to a fire.

What's that

you're whistling?

This little

song I'm writing.

Gemma has got

a pretty nice voice.

I thought she might sing it some day.

Here. Take a look.

"Escape Me Never. "

Mm-hmm.

Words by Browning,

With slight additions

by Sebastian Dubrok.

Escape me never

My beloved-

While I am I

And you are you.

Of course, I'm not letting Gemma know

she's got voice enough to sing it.

You know how women are.

Once they begin to think they're

important, they get absolutely out of hand.

From what I've heard of Gemma,

she's already out of hand.

Why? Do you know her?

No. But she

forced her way

into the Neroni

Palace yesterday,

and the palace happens to be

in the residence of

some friends of mine-

Mr. And Mrs. Maclean

and Miss Maclean.

And your precious

Gemma told them

she was living with a

musician named Dubrok,

so naturally, they

assumed it was me.

They- they thought I-

Oh, shut up.

Oh, that's very funny.

Hey, Gemma.

Signore.

Is your name Gemma?

If it is, you've put on

a bit of weight.

Gemma.

Yeah?

Huh?

Come on up.

Something's happened.

Come on up quick.

I'll be there in a minute.

All right, everybody to the fountain.

I'm in a hurry.

Come on.

You must go now, Signorina.

Maybe someday, you will not have to go.

That would be nice.

All of us here feel the same way.

I know I'm older than you, and I'm fat,

but perhaps there's other things.

If you were my wife,

you will have all the

bread you want to eat

and love and 5 little ones.

You think 5 too many?

Ah, but everyone must have

at least 5, to be happy.

You marry me,

and you get 5 all at

once without no trouble.

Signorina, if you could-

Dino, can we talk

about it later, huh?

Antonino.

Up.

Ah, thank you, Antonino.

Thank you.

Piccolo.

Don't worry.

He's all right.

Nothing wrong with him.

Gemma, hey.

Behold my brother

- Caryl.

The fool of the family, huh?

But he's in trouble.

You remember that palazzo

you went barging into yesterday?

Mm-hmm. What about it?

The family are friends of Caryl's

Ahem, especially the daughter.

You have no right

to laugh at Fenella.

You've never even seen her.

Nevertheless, I know

exactly what she's like.

She's the kind that is

always taking cold baths.

And she's frightfully

keen on croquet, you know,

and the only perfume she

ever uses is cologne water.

Why don't you be quiet?

But she has nice gloves

- just my size.

You stole those gloves

from Fenella.

Of course.

And what if I did?

Give them to me.

No. You try and get them.

Sebastian.

No.

You know... I like you.

Well, I don't like you.

How Sebastian can stand

having you around

I can't, for the life of me, see.

I am going.

Wait. Is she really

your sweetheart?

She was until

you spoiled it.

Aw.

I'm sorry.

I had no idea you were

more than friends with her.

I shouldn't have laughed

a moment ago.

Why don't you just go to this Fenella

and knock some sense into her?

Being a woman, she'll

love you all the more.

She's gone.

Left Venice, you mean?

Yes.

Where did she go?

To the Dolomites

What will you do?

I'm going to find her and tell

her about you and Sebastian.

Bravo. That's the stuff.

And I'll go with you.

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