Here Is My Heart Page #5

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Love is just

around the corner

When I'm around you

Oh, and I couldn't

be forlorner

When I'm around you

Now I'm ten times

as faithful

As all your other men

They all are true

to no one but you

But me, I'm true to ten

Oh, let's go cuddle

in a corner

Any cozy little corner

Love is just

around the corner

When I'm around you

Kiss papa!

Kiss papa!

There we are.

I think of you

with every breath I take

And every breath

becomes a sigh

Not a sigh of despair

But a sign

that I care for you

I hear your name

with every breath I take

On every breeze

that wanders by

And your name is a song

I'll remember

the long years through

Even though I walk alone

You guide me

In the darkness,

you light my way

And all the while

inside me

Love seems to say

Someday

Someday

And when I sleep,

you keep my heart awake

But when I wake

from dreams divine

Every breath that I take

Is a prayer that

I'll make you mine

Suzette!

But aren't you...

I thought

I was kissing

somebody else.

What?

You kissed me like that

and didn't mean a word

of it?

Well, I...

Who did you think

you were kissing?

Oh.

Oh.

Paul.

Yes, Your Highness.

Whom did you think

you were kissing?

I can't tell you.

Why not?

Because I...

'Cause I can't.

If you don't tell me,

you'll be discharged.

Well, if I do tell you...

Well, I might

as well be going.

Alexandra! It's Nicki!

They've gone to his room!

Who have?

The police!

The police?

What's happened?

Has there been

an accident?

What is it?

I don't know. Only come.

Nicki!

Hello, darling.

Look, they've arrested me

for my little car selling

experiment.

Isn't that silly?

Come along.

Won't take a minute.

I'll see you at dinner.

Would you

be interested

in a motorcycle?

We must pay back

the money at once.

With what?

Parrot's eggs?

We shall have

to sell the pistol.

Send for Cloche,

the jeweler.

Your Highness.

That is not

the original pistol.

It is an imitation.

What?

But that's impossible!

No, I have

examined it

most carefully.

What

could have happened?

I've heard of

this imitation.

It was made in 1909 by

Cartrouche for Prince Leopold.

But where is

the original?

I understand

the Prince sold it to

buy a necklace for a lady,

a dancer.

I can't believe it.

Oh, I don't know. Uncle Leo

was awfully fond of dancing.

But what are

we going to do?

Nicki will go to jail.

That hasn't happened

in our family since 1749.

Isn't the imitation

worth anything at all?

Oh, a few hundred francs,

perhaps.

Let me see.

Yes.

Yes.

I'm afraid I could not

possibly offer more than...

But this is

the real pistol!

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

And how much?

Oh, 50,000 francs?

100,000.

Sold.

Then if you will call

in my office tomorrow...

I'll go now.

Yes, do,

and please hurry.

I'll run!

Nicki!

You're loose!

Yes, I'm free,

if that's what you mean.

Thanks to Paul.

To Paul?

Yeah.

You see, he gave the police

a lot of reasons for

loosening me.

Ah! I'll still go

with Monsieur Cloche.

Yes.

There'll be other

things turning up.

Yes, very likely.

Paul.

Yes, Your Highness.

We owe you more

than we can say.

It's nothing to

what I owe to you.

Owe me?

Yes, Your Highness,

the privilege of

being your servant.

You stole the real one.

Yes, Your Highness.

From that Mr. Jones?

Yes, Your Highness.

Boy, it's a pip!

Thanks, Paul.

Good night, Princess.

See you in the papers.

Jimmy! You see...

How much

did Mr. Jones

pay you for this?

I am Mr. Jones.

Oh, I see.

That makes

the publicity story

even better, doesn't it?

But there won't be any story.

I told Jimmy I'd murder him

if he printed one word

and I will.

That's the truth.

You know it's the truth.

I don't know anything,

except that

Paul is gone

and I miss him.

But he isn't gone.

Oh, yes, he is.

Paul really loved me.

He gave us

his life's savings.

He even stole for me.

And so a princess found

herself in love with

a waiter.

But Mr. Jones,

quite different.

He was only having fun,

being amused

by some rather

childish people.

Beside my Paul, this

Mr. Jones is a little man.

Now, wait...

Goodbye, Mr. Jones.

The car is ready,

Your Highness.

Oh, Vova!

And very snappy, too.

Look at this machine

Paul lent me to

practice on.

You know,

it's practically human.

You don't even have to think.

Give me

a couple of numbers.

Three and four.

Right. Three, four.

Now, you just pull down

this crank and seven, right?

Right.

Nicki!

We're leaving immediately.

Go away now, darling.

We're busy.

Vova, what are you

doing in that uniform?

Mr. Jones gave it

to me for my new job.

Job?

Yes.

I'm the hotel's new doorman.

Vova!

Why not?

I've spent most of my life

helping women in and out

of cars.

Now, I'm going

to be paid for it.

But have you no pride?

Of course he has.

That's why he's

going to work.

That's why

I've taken a job, too,

me and my little machine.

So, you've sold out for

a toy and a soldier suit.

Uh-huh.

Ask me a couple of

hard ones this time.

13 and 14.

Thirteen.

Where's Prescovia?

She's down in the

tea room, rehearsing.

Fourteen.

Rehearsing?

Yes. She's going to

be the new hostess there.

Mr. Jones fixed that, too.

Twenty-seven.

You can't miss.

No.

For the last time,

are you coming with me or not?

No, dear. Give me

some real big ones

this time, over 20.

Let's see. Oh!

I didn't show you

my new whistle. Listen.

Isn't that splendid?

Gorgeous, old man.

Now, I'm going to ask

myself some numbers.

Three this time.

Now, 57.

That's a tricky one.

And 48.

And, oh, look, 99.

Now, let's see.

Oh, good girl!

You made it.

Hurray! Yay!

Of course

I won't cash it for you.

But my dear fellow...

Let me tell you, my good man,

that I am an expert on

bad checks.

The worse they are,

the better I am.

Do you realize

that you're trying to

commit a premeditated fraud?

But I assure you...

Read this.

Why, what is it?

The criminal code.

Good morning.

Trying to put something

over on me, eh?

Have you seen Alexandra?

No, not since yesterday.

Gone.

Gone, without a word.

Oh, I believe she

did say something

about leaving.

Yes?

Yes?

Well, I've forgotten what.

You don't suppose

Vladimir would

have an idea?

I doubt it.

He never has had.

However.

I know something

horrible has happened.

I spoke

to the manager.

Yes, and

he doesn't know

anything about it.

Where is she?

Who?

Alexandra.

Has she gone?

Yes. Perhaps

to kill herself.

Oh.

She may be

dead already.

Hello, desk,

this is Mr. Paul Jones.

Get me the best

private detective

bureau in the city.

I know she's dead.

Now, keep quiet!

Yes, detectives, yes.

I know she's dead.

And buried.

Listen, tell them

to get over here

as soon as possible.

Well, from this report,

it looks as though

she's still in

Monte Carlo.

But I can't

believe that, monsieur.

We have looked everywhere.

Well, keep on looking.

Hello. Yes, speaking.

We have

a message for you,

from Prince Nicholas.

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