Jewel Robbery Page #7

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at a police station?

It's unthinkable.

I won't stand for it.

One moment.

- Ohh.

- I need that bag.

Adieu, dear lady.

Forgive me if I've

inconvenienced you too much.

Beware of the law!

What a pity.

I congratulate you, sir.

You've won the round.

Take him away.

You mean you're

going to arrest him?

Help! Help!

Yes, madame?

Now you're calling for help.

You should have done that

at the jewelry shop.

- Oh, what shall I do?

- Come along.

All right,

I'll go with you.

But you'll see.

You'll be sorry.

Wait till

my husband comes --

oh. Oh.

Don't you worry, madame!

I'll tell the baron about it!

He'll take care

of those brutes!

Oh, madame!

Here we are.

Get along, now.

Don't hang back.

Why not be a bit polite?

We can move without

being growled at.

Shut up.

I'm frightened.

The president

will be here in a moment.

Do they examine you

here in this room?

Examine

and cross-examine.

You get to like it

after a while.

Like it?

The police president's

apartment?

Oh, no.

My apartment.

Your apartment?

Allow me to present Fritz,

an old associate of mine --

very trustworthy

on these occasions.

He's not a detective?

Oh, indeed, no,

madame.

Oh, I never was so happy

to meet a robber.

Forgive me, madame,

if I have caused you

a few

unpleasant moments.

So, this was all part of

an elaborate plot to kidnap me.

What other means

were open to me?

You wouldn't have accepted

an invitation, would you?

I should hope not.

You remember my offer?

Well, here we are --

set down in the suburbs,

untouched.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Supper first.

Oh, no. No, it isn't true,

any of it.

I'm at home, dreaming.

And I am with you.

Good night,

and good appetite.

Good night, Fritz.

Alone with a robber

in his den.

Are you unhappy?

I don't know.

At the present moment,

I'm in the grip of an

overwhelming passion.

Yes?

Yes. I'm hungry.

Oh.

That's because

you were frightened.

There's nothing like a little

fear to whet one's appetite.

Now, will you be so kind

as to introduce me to you?

Which one of me?

Oh.

Is there more than one?

Oh, dozens.

That's another requirement

of my trade.

Let me see, now --

which name to take?

Usually it's so easy.

You give me a name.

I don't want to,

really.

The nicest part

of this whole affair

is that

you're the unknown,

a figure

out of a fairy tale,

the robber

in seven-league boots.

No, this isn't the time

for me to give you a name,

but to forget my own.

Much the better way.

Merely man.

Merely woman.

And to whatever

joins them.

You're not drinking.

You are my wine tonight.

Oh, now, please.

Can't you do better

than that?

That was a bit shopworn,

I confess.

But what would you have me do,

invite you immediately to --

you can't invite me

to do anything.

Whatever you do

must be done by force.

Well, then...

Ooh!

Ooh!

What are you doing?

Using force.

Oh, please, let's not be

in such a hurry.

There are so many pleasant

intervening steps.

For instance?

Well, I think I should

know more about you.

You don't want to hear

the story of my life.

Why not?

I'm curious to know

how you were led astray.

Well, I began life

as a little boy.

I'm glad to hear that you kept

to the same sex.

Yes.

It's a family tradition.

But very soon

I began to want things,

beautiful things.

And one day in Paris,

I stopped to admire

a display of jewelry

in a shop window,

miraculously

beautiful gems

behind a thin pane

of glass.

Suddenly,

the glass was gone.

I had broken it.

My career had begun.

And you've broken windows

ever since?

No.

My technique improved

as my collection grew.

Show me your jewels,

will you?

Of course.

There -- there must be some

gorgeous things among them.

There are. Of course, I don't

keep everything right on tap.

Even a robber has to

look out for burglars.

Exhibit "a" --

compliments of Mr. Hollander

and Teri Horhenfels.

Oh, no, not those.

I want to see what you stole

in Paris, Rome, London.

Paris, Rome, London.

Oh!

I want to play with these

the way a child plays with sand,

try them all on...

Pour them

all over me...

Bury myself in them.

Oh, they're too heavenly.

This necklace --

where did you get it?

At a charity ball.

What courage!

No, merely

nimble fingers.

The lady stood beside me.

The prince of wales

was announced.

I could have removed

her dress.

And these emeralds?

I owe to the invention

of the airship.

When a zeppelin arrives,

everybody looks up.

I look down.

This lovely stone with the

rose cast -- where's it from?

Somewhere between

Lyon and Marseilles.

Was she pretty?

Suppose she was.

I'm jealous.

Jealous?

Does that mean

you love me?

It must mean

something like that.

It's my only excuse.

Will you come away

with me?

I leave Vienna tonight.

We'll fly together.

Flight? Oh, no.

Abduction, perhaps.

Anything you like.

Where do we go?

To eternity.

Oh, that sounds far.

I'm afraid.

Stay close to me,

and you won't be afraid.

Come with me to nice.

We'll be Miles from Vienna.

The season is on.

The casinos are gay.

We'll bathe ourselves

in music,

drown ourselves

in champagne.

I'll make love to you as

I've dreamed of making love.

That sounds divine.

Perhaps there by the sea,

away from everything --

don't say "perhaps."

Dance with me in nice

on Thursday.

Oh, wait.

I feel now that

I don't dare go with you.

How will I feel

tomorrow

when I've realized

that I've let you go?

I know how I'll feel.

I'll dance with you

Thursday.

- The hotel Negresco.

- For tea.

Darling.

I'll follow on the first

possible train.

Now I'll rush home

and pack.

I warn you, if you fail me,

I'll be right back.

Infant. I'm already

on my way to you.

Goodbye till day

after tomorrow.

You promise you won't let

the police catch you.

I promise.

Charles? Charles.

- Yes, sir?

- I'm off.

- I'm going to nice.

- But you can't do that.

- Every railway station's being watched.

- Pooh to them.

I'll be in nice

the day after tomorrow.

Oh, what an adventure

this is going to be.

We'll start packing

at once.

Bring me that jewel case

from the library table.

There's no jewel case

here!

I left it there

on the library table.

You couldn't have,

unless somebody's taken it.

Don't be funny.

Why, I...

Did...

Good heaven,

it isn't possible.

What's that?

- That woman -- she got away with it.

- I don't believe it.

A thing like that

couldn't happen to you.

Couldn't it?

Well, it has.

I've always warned you

about those society women.

This is ridiculous.

She won't get away with it.

- Call the police at once.

- The police?!

Oh, of course

we can't do that.

This is what I get for being

such a sentimentalist,

for believing in the fundamental

honesty of people.

Well, I'll be.

Oh, no.

No, I can't do it.

Police!

Cover the rear! You take the right!

You take the left!

One of the best jobs

we've ever pulled off,

and not a stone

to show for it.

Police! Police!

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