Flying Down to Rio Page #4

Two heads together

They say are better than one

Two heads together

That's how this dance is begun

Two arms around you

And lips that sigh

"I am yours, and you are mine"

While the Carioca carries you away

Mine while we Carioca

Till the break of day

Say, have you seen the Carioca?

It's not a foxtrot or a polka

It has a little bit of new rhythm

A blue rhythm that sighs

It's got a meter that is tricky

A bit of wicked wacki-wicky

But when you dance it with a new love

There'll be true love in her eyes

You'll dream of a new Carioca

Its theme is a kiss and a sigh

I'll say, you're gonna dream

Of the new Carioca

When music and lights are gone

And you're saying goodbye

Boy, no wonder it never gets cold

in this country.

Kind of hot.

Let's try a little of that, babe.

Now that you've done the Carioca

You'll never care to do the polka

And then you'll realize the blue hula

And bamboola are through

Tomorrow morning you'll discover

You're just a Carioca lover

And when you dance it with your new love

There'll be true love just for you

You're gonna dream of the new Carioca

Its theme is a kiss and a sigh

I say, you're gonna dream

Of the new Carioca

When music and lights are gone

And you've said goodbye

Those shadows are here again.

- Who are they, Antonio?

- They're Greeks.

A gambling syndicate from Monte Carlo.

They want to take this hotel over.

How can they get it away

from De Rezende?

They look like they could take anything

away from anybody.

Speaking for myself

and my colleagues at the bank...

...we anticipate some difficulty

concerning the gambling permit.

The permit will be arranged.

Wires will be pulled.

Myself and my colleagues would feel

considerably embarrassed...

...should Carlos De Rezende be able

to meet his obligation in spite of everything.

That contingency will not arise.

Steps will be taken.

Speaking for myself and my colleagues...

...we will give the matter

our personal attention.

Listen, I'd recognize her a block away.

You're looking for a noodle in a haystack.

Cookies!

Come on, we've got to think up an idea

that will top that Carioca.

I know. Supposing we do

a number with musical saws...

...and we could end up

by sawing Honey in half.

I'd much rather split a banana split

three ways. Come on.

Well, you two work it out.

I'll go and find her.

- She's probably miles from here.

- That's right. Sure she is. I know she is.

- You do?

- Yeah, I feel psychic.

Look. Walk straight ahead three blocks,

then turn left three...

...then to your right two,

then bear left four.

Then to the right, then to the left.

- I'm gonna settle this thing right now.

- Oh, Freddy.

How did you ask

for little tarts in Portuguese?

Don't heckle me.

Try the Culbertson System.

Good afternoon, senhorita e senhora.

You remember me.

I'm Roger Bond's friend.

You had us thrown out of Miami.

This man, take him away.

You have insulted my patrons, senhor.

You are in the wrong part of town.

Scram.

Hiya, Tarzan.

Been having fun?

If you even speak to that girl

they throw you out on the sidewalk.

Boy, is that class.

Want a cookie? Take your choice?

Not bad.

Pardon.

- Hello, Fred.

- Hello, Julio.

- Where's Roger?

- Where's Roger?

I haven't seen him.

I thought he'd be with you.

No, I haven't heard a word from him.

Well, shall we try the jails first,

or the asylums?

- I hope he gets here soon.

- So do I.

The junior members are putting on

a special tango to his new music.

Fred, I want you to meet my fiance,

Senhorita Rezende. This is Mr. Ayres.

- How do you do?

- Yes, how do you do?

And her aunt, Dona Elena De Rezende.

Mr. Ayres.

- Belinha, is that not the young man?

- Of course.

We met Mr. Ayres today

in the pastry shop quite by accident.

He left rather suddenly

and without saying goodbye.

Yes. I said goodbye

but you didn't hear me.

I was out on my...

I was outside at the time.

Well, I guess I'd better go

and stop Roger...

I mean, I think I know

where to find Roger.

If you'll excuse me.

It's awfully nice to have meeting you.

The boys are here again.

It's okay with me.

Darling, I thought you had deserted us.

I was looking for the mayor.

Is this the new composition?

Oh, yes. They're playing it

for the first time.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

Did you say something to her?

Not a word. Pardon me.

Oh, let them be alone.

After all, the child has been away so long.

They'll soon be married.

Anything wrong, dear?

No. Oh, no.

It was so warm in there.

- Romantic music, isn't it?

- Isn't it?

The words are romantic too.

And dangerous.

For instance, in the moonlight

on a tropical island...

...they might make any woman

fall in love with any man.

When orchids bloom in the moonlight

And lovers vow to be true

I still can dream in the moonlight

Of one dear night that we knew

When orchids fade in the dawning

They speak of tears and goodbye

Though my dreams are shattered

Like the petals scattered

Still my love can never die

There is rest in the twilight

When the day is through

But the shadows that fall

Only seem to recall

All my longing for you

There's a dream in the moonbeams

Upon a sea of blue

But the moonbeams that fall

Only seem to recall

Love is all

Love is you

Belinha.

Julio. Oh, Julio, marry me right away.

Of course, darling.

Hiya, boy. You seem to be

doing all right with my song.

Belinha, I want you to meet my friend,

my best friend.

Mr. Roger Bond.

This is Senhorita Rezende,

my fiance.

Your fiance?

But this is the...

- Then you're the...?

- Yes.

I'm the local cluck who built her

a shack on the waterfront.

Say, this is going to be just too bad...

...for one of us.

Oh, Mr. Ayres.

Isn't this our dance?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course. As a matter

of fact, I was just looking for you.

I am so glad you came along.

Thanks. But I guess

I'll be going along any minute.

Why?

Well, maybe those shock troops at the door

won't see me with you out here.

I knew it.

Look, Belinha is dancing our tango

with an americano.

What laundry do you send your shirts to?

Say, this is a kind of tough spot, isn't it?

I don't know.

Things like this usually

straighten themselves out.

Shall we let nature take

its course?

Yes, nature and common sense.

Well, I guess I'll just stick to nature.

Anyhow, the girl usually does the deciding,

doesn't she, Julio?

Gentlemen...

...my colleagues at the bank

and I are perfectly satisfied...

...that De Rezende's opening

will be a failure.

The mayor is away.

Without an entertainment permit

the hotel will be a fiasco.

In a week we should be able to turn it over

to your syndicate.

- Good morning, Freddy.

- Hello, Honey.

Where did you get

the dog-and-pony act?

It's worse than that.

The MacCarthy sisters.

A bicycle act from Brooklyn.

I found those two

on the American consul's doorstep.

That one was left behind

on a world cruise for school teachers.

And last but not the least, we have

the yes girls from that Carioca cabaret.

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