Flying Down to Rio Page #5

Cheer up, Freddy.

They teach kangaroos to box.

Well, toodle-oo. If you need me, send one

of the MacCarthy's over on her bicycle.

All right, girls. Now, sit down

and we'll talk this thing over.

Now, the first thing we've got to do

is concentrate, understand? If we don't...

Hey, boys.

Wait a minute, will you?

Now, the idea is...

Hey, Rog.

Listen, girls...

Hey, Rog, how do you expect me

to teach these follies girls if you don't...?

Listen, girls...

Now, girls, listen.

The idea...

- You always was good, Fred.

- Thanks.

Listen, girls, you got a routine

to learn here, you understand?

Oh, you like it? Great, great.

Listen, girls...

Oh, thanks very much. Thanks.

And you too, son.

Listen, now, girls,

why not take this thing...

- No, senhor.

- No? Maybe you'll like this one better.

- No, no.

- You're right. That's terrible.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

- What is it? What's happened?

- Senhorita Rezende.

- They say the rehearsals must stop.

- What?

It seems my father

has no entertainment permit.

Oh, is that all? Well, in my country...

Hey, Rog, give me 50 bucks.

No, don't. That's a prison offense.

Belinha, your robe.

Senhor Rezende. The police tell us

you forgot to get a license for the show.

Oh, I did not forget.

I have a license

for the original opening date.

I did not know there would be trouble

about opening earlier.

But a new license cannot be issued

without the authority of the mayor...

...and he has gone on a trip

to the interior.

Nobody knows why or when

or for how long.

What about the acting mayor,

the district attorney?

The commissioner of parks and buildings?

- Sure, there must be someone.

- I have tried everything.

I am afraid there will be no opening.

I hope you will forgive me.

Come, darling.

Hey, Rog, we gotta do something

about this.

And I know just what to do.

- Where's Julio?

- At the Aviator's Club

That's perfect.

Now, listen, this is terrific.

If we can get all the members

of that organization to cooperate with us...

...then the president of China

can't stop us.

Back off, girls.

- Everything fixed, Julio?

- Yes.

- Hello, boy. Hello, babe.

- Hello.

Oh, this is swell.

Look at all the planes.

Behold. As you requested, the gentlemen

of the Aviator's Club at your service.

Julio, you're marvelous.

Now all we have to do is sales talk the girls

into coming across. Come on, let's go.

And in conclusion, girls, I want to say

that I'm not asking anything of you...

...that I wouldn't ask of my own sister.

Now, will you do it?

I'll do it. Sounds like a new thrill.

- Come on, girls.

- That's the stuff.

So that's the way it is, girls.

And I'm not holding a thing back. I know

you'll all come through. How's about it?

- Okay with me.

- Why don't you do it yourself?

That's just what I'm going to do,

you little witch.

Come on, girls, let's go.

It's a new game, girls,

and it's just too ducky for words.

Now, let me see.

Now, the rest of you girls

turn your backs.

That's right.

Now, don't you dare peek.

Oh, this is going to be more darn fun.

- Blindman's bluff?

- That's right.

- I thought so.

- Oh, you did, did you?

See that they're all fastened on tight.

We don't want any slip-ups.

All right, hold still, girls.

- Say, do you think it's safe?

- I hope these straps will hold.

It's a good thing my parents

don't know about this.

To think I'd ever come to this.

- I don't know whether I like this.

- We can't make the same mistake twice.

- Up you go.

- Okay by me.

Oh, not so tight, please.

That hurts.

Something tells me

this is the wrong thing to do.

I'll try anything once.

Senhor Bond, one moment

of your precious time.

Senhor De Rezende send you this.

Oh, thanks.

Saint Christopher.

I seem to have walked

into something this time.

Oh, Mr. Fred.

Everything's all right at the airport.

How's the house?

Look, the American tourists

from the other hotels.

I persuaded them to come here.

That's great, and they all look as if

they could pay their checks.

- Good day, Senhorita Belinha.

- Good day, Senhor Vianna.

I came to express my sympathy...

My best wishes to your dear father.

Thank you. I will take you to him.

Not many people here

for a grand opening.

Nice beach you have here.

That's what I always say.

There's nothing like a nice beach.

We have nice beaches at home too.

We have Rockaway Beach

and we have Revere Beach.

- Check your package, sir?

- It's my medicine.

- Check your...

- My lunch.

- Check...

- Am-scray.

How do you do?

- What are all these packages?

- It's my laundry.

This is a present.

Oh, no, no, no.

I insist that she must be checked.

We had a hard time getting her asleep.

I am a patient man,

but this is beyond endurance.

Who are all these strange people

with those bundles, my dear Carlos?

Why, they're guests

of the hotel, my dear Alfredo.

Where is Roger?

It's time for him to lead the flight.

- I don't know. I haven't seen him.

- Senhor Julio.

The young American requested me

to give you this, this and this.

Thank you. Pardon me.

"Dear Julio, this one is on me.

You can fly as well as I can,

so you lead the parade and be the hero.

I'm taking a plane down to Buenos Aires.

So long, Roger.

P.S. Why don't you marry the girl?"

- What shall I do?

- Do?

Do exactly as he says and you'll be doing

everybody a favor, particularly that P.S. Part.

"Why don't you marry the girl?"

- Elope. That's it. You and Belinha elope.

- Elope?

- Yeah.

- In Brazil we do not elope.

It's against the law. It's bad taste.

In Brazil it takes two weeks

to be respectably married.

Listen, I've heard somewhere,

and what's more I believe it...

...that the pilot of a plane is exactly like

the captain of a transatlantic liner.

Twelve miles out of port

he can marry you.

As soon as this party's over,

you grab Belinha and a plane...

...and put an end to all of this nonsense.

Come on, Julio, use your Brazil nut.

What a pity it is

that you cannot have some entertainment.

With such a distinguished guest as you,

Senhor Vianna...

...there is no need for anything else.

- Look.

- Oh, look.

I trust, my dear Carlos,

you are not doing anything...

...which might offend the authorities.

I trust not, dear Alfredo.

Roger, what are you doing here?

Well, Julio's leading the planes. I'm...

I'm going away.

- You're going away?

- Yeah.

Belinha, I thought everything

would work out for us...

...but things are different

down here in Brazil...

...and I realize now that...

...well, you never could belong to me.

Yes, Roger, you're right.

Here we belong to our families

and our promises.

Even though all we want in the world

is beautiful, crazy happiness.

I guess I should have checked out

when I first learned about Julio.

So...

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Any of you fellows like music?

- Sure.

Well, let's tear it wide open.

- Are you ready, boys?

- Ready.

Take it.

An old sailor in old times

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