Gilda Page #3

I always observe the rules

and regulations.

How is it that I have never seen you?

I didn't dance here.

Oh. Where?

America.

This is not America?

I mean New York.

Your young man, is he too...?

He's not my young man.

Well, the expression on his face

says that he wishes he were.

The rules and regulations, remember?

The rules are changeable, my lady.

They change with the wind.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Everything all right?

Quite all right.

Who are the two krauts?

Seen them before.

Messenger boys.

Whose?

I wanted to know

if you were in trouble.

I'm in serious trouble.

My wife seems to be missing.

She's dancing.

You shouldn't have allowed it, Johnny.

She wanted to dance. What do you

want me to do? She's not my...

She's your wife.

Go get her.

Now wait a minute. She's your...

That's exactly the reason, Johnny.

A husband always looks

a bit ridiculous

dragging his wife

from another man's arms.

I'll get her, Ballin.

Thank you, Johnny.

Pardon me,

but your husband is showing.

Thank you. Perhaps again.

Until that sometime, I shall only

miserably exist, seora.

There's something about Latin men.

For one thing, they can dance.

For another thing...

What's your telephone number?

Hm? Oh, it's...

Never mind, I'll give you mine.

Cuyo 3017.

Cuyo 3017.

[BOTH SPEAK IN SPANISH]

What did you say to him?

I just told him if a man answers,

hang up.

Wasn't that all right?

You can't talk to men here like at home.

They don't understand it.

What?

They think you mean it.

Mean what?

Doesn't it bother you

that you're married?

What I want to know is,

does it bother you?

I'm beginning to think

I've misjudged your Johnny, Ballin.

Oh?

He can be quite sweet. So protective.

He takes care of all things

that belong to me.

He runs the joint.

He runs the joint.

You're to take care of me

because I belong to the boss.

How will you like that?

Well, I do all kinds of odd jobs.

I'll bet this is the oddest job

you ever had.

Now, then, before we were interrupted,

I believe we were about to drink a toast.

So disaster to the wench

who did wrong by our Johnny.

No, Gilda? You won't drink to that?

Why not? Disaster to the wench.

JOHNNY:

She had what it took to say it,

but I knew it scared her.

I knew it would haunt her.

Anyone as superstitious as Gilda,

out loud, asking for disaster.

Hi.

You're still dressed.

Yes.

Anything wrong?

Everything's wonderful.

But zippers throw me.

May I help?

Thank you.

You'll have a maid in the morning.

Will she be old and ugly?

Those are your orders.

I think that's good business,

to surround yourself with

ugly women and beautiful men.

Yes.

You knew him before.

Who?

Johnny.

Johnny Farrel?

Johnny Farrel.

You knew him before.

No.

Don't lie to me. Don't ever lie to me.

I'm telling the truth. I didn't know him.

I don't think I've ever known him,

Ballin.

I see.

You're a child, Gilda.

A beautiful, greedy child.

It amuses me to feed you

beautiful things,

because you eat

with such a good appetite.

But I shouldn't make any mistakes?

No, you shouldn't.

If you're worried about Johnny Farrel,

don't be. I hate him.

And he hates you.

That's very apparent.

But hate can be a very exciting

emotion. Very exciting.

Haven't you noticed that?

You make it sound...

There is a heat in it that one can feel.

Didn't you feel it tonight?

No.

I did.

It warmed me.

Hate is the only thing

that has ever warmed me.

CROUPIER:

Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

Place your bets.

[CROUPIER SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

No more bets.

Number 13 black.

That's me!

[CHATTERING]

This has been going on for years,

and I didn't know about it?

[CROWD CHUCKLES]

One is not always so lucky.

I am.

Watch out, the superstitious

have an old saying...

"Lucky at cards, unlucky at love."

It's a good thing I'm not.

Not what?

Superstitious.

Keep it for me.

Yes, Mrs. Mundson.

CROUPIER:

Place your bets,

ladies and gentlemen.

Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

Place your bets.

[CROUPIER SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

Number two.

No more bets.

[CROUPIER SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

Place your bets.

Got a light?

Yes, Mrs. Mundson.

It is so crowded,

and yet so lonely, isn't it?

How did you know?

You smoke too much.

I've noticed. Only frustrated people

smoke too much,

and only lonely people

are frustrated.

Well, aren't you cute?

Cute? Me?

Awfully cute.

I think I'm gonna like you.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Nothing personal, I hope.

No, I was just tossing away

my frustration.

And it landed right on me.

Maybe that means something?

Oh, it does.

It means we're gonna have a drink.

No, I...

On the other hand, I'd love to.

[]

Now we'll see.

See what?

Whether you are a gentleman,

as you say, or a peasant, as I say.

The beautiful one is at the bar.

She will probably have trouble.

Really? What kind of trouble?

A man. He's very good-looking.

Your source of income is in his office.

He will probably have trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Also a man. Not so good-looking.

Now we know. You are what I said.

Any losses that you incurred

were reimbursed across the casino

tables, regularly and generously.

Yet you continue to sell tungsten wire

to the Bendolin Company.

But Mr. Bendolin can't manufacture

electric light globes

without tungsten wire for filament.

He can't continue in business...

We don't wish him to continue.

Isn't that clear to you?

But he's the only outlet for my product

in this territory, Mr. Mundson.

If I don't sell to him,

I can't continue in business.

Don't you understand that?

Perfectly.

And that doesn't matter to you,

does it, Mr. Mundson?

On the contrary,

I sympathize with you deeply.

Life is very difficult

for the defenseless ones of the world.

Yes, as you say.

Thank you, Mr. Mundson.

We're in the gambling business.

Leave me alone.

I never heard of a game played

with light globes.

Let's join Gilda for a drink, shall we?

Sure.

Hey, you better let me

case the joint first.

"Case the joint"?

See if the coast is clear.

I didn't like the look

on the defenseless one's face.

That mouse.

I didn't like the look on his face.

All right, Johnny.

Gilda was right, you are protective.

Sure, that's me all over.

Give me five minutes.

[]

Gilda.

Maybe you didn't notice I'm dancing.

You were dancing.

Hey, what's the idea?

Oh, you'll get used to it.

I've never finished a dance

in here yet.

When Ballin comes down,

I want you sitting in a booth alone.

It's Ballin who objects

to my having friends?

What I want to know is who's this guy?

Johnny Farrel. He runs the joint.

This is Gabe Evans, all the way from

New York. Isn't he pretty?

Just darling. Now get him out of here.

But I like him.

If he leaves, I go with him.

That's all right with me too.

Well, what's keeping you?

Not a thing.

Let's go where we can have some fun.

Like I said?

Exactly like you said.

Didn't you hear about me?

If I'd been a ranch, they would've

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