Laughing Heirs Page #4

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Hello? Hey!

Hello.

You wanted to talk to me, here I am.

But how did you get here so fast?

Just a little trick of mine.

But I only do it for friends.

I sent in my card, actually,

but if no one reads it...

Oh, I see!

So, what's on you r mind?

Well...

- What's on my mind?

- Oh, I see.

Your boss died

and now you want to work for us.

No, actually, it's a bit different.

Oh, no need to apologize.

And?

So, you'd like to have me here,

is that right?

For professional reasons.

What position did you have in mind?

Head of advertising.

- Head of advertising.

- Right.

My dear Clemens Bockelmann

explicitly stated in his will

that he wished to have the rivalry between

ou r two companies put to an end.

You're speaking for the beneficiary?

Well, not exactly, but...

Let's say I have a strong feeling

that my little project...

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Very good. I have a feeling that

my plan won't meet much opposition

on the you ng man's part.

- You understand?

- You smoke?

No, thank you.

You don't get along with you r new boss?

You know how it is.

We don't always agree.

Yes, I can imagine.

I heard he's not particularly agreeable.

Oh, I wouldn't go that far.

I'd rather not discuss it, I'm biased.

Why's that?

Well, the young fellow...

He's quite a drin ker, you see.

But that's the nice thing about him.

It's very decent of you to defend him.

Well, half-heartedly.

Yet you want to leave?

You were thinking of a merger?

More of a marriage, actually.

I th in k the you ng people

would make an excellent match.

If it works out...

the merger will follow on its own.

Do talk to your daughter and encou

rage her to wed young Bockelmann.

It's a splendid idea.

But totally u nfeasible.

I quite like it.

I won't marry in cold calculation.

It needn't be out of calculation.

You know about business, not love.

Bockelmann wants to end ou r rivalry.

Yes.

And he wants to do so by marrying me.

Tell him I won't have it!

What? He hears all right.

What do you mean?

He meant Bockelman n'II hear about it,

all right.

Well, so much the better.

Mr. Stumm, there seems

to be a misunderstanding here.

Not at all.

If I may... my name's Peter Frank,

of Bockelmann vintners.

The chap from the train.

Is there a misu nderstanding here?

But not at all, Mr. Weinhppel.

We're leaving.

Well, I must say...

- Goodbye.

- Bye.

- Adieu.

- Adieu.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

How did you get here? By train.

What were you doing in there?

And what did that

have to do with Mr. Bockelmann?

It only had to do with him.

- Oh...

- I don't get it.

- Why?

- This morning you said

you want to marry her and now you don't.

But I do want to marry her.

That's why I told her I don't want to.

- I don't get it.

- Why?

I may be du mb, but not dumb enough

to understand that.

You mean you really don't understand?

Not a word.

The idea's not bad.

I'm not interested in marrying,

or in Bockelmann.

Only in the ad man.

Yes, and I'II go

and settle everyth ing today.

Fine.

I still don't get it.

Now, really.

Okay, once again, then.

She thinks the heir, Bockelmann,

wants to marry her, yes?

She doesn't th ink I'm Bockelmann,

and I'm not, but I'm the heir

and want to marry her,

so I said

I was against her marrying Bockelman n.

- Simple enough, isn't it?

- Yes.

Finally!

But I still don't get it.

Not a single word!

You don't have to shout.

Everything will work out.

Let's wait and see, and drink tea.

There you are!

- Justus!

- Tea, huh?

Well, it was about time!

One has tea at five o'clock.

That's why we say "five o'clock tea."

It's twenty past five now.

I'd just like to point that out.

AII right?

You're not leaving any time soon, right?

Not as far as I know.

Do you have some rum, perhaps?

No, we don't do rum.

- Tea with rum.

- Britta! Rum?

Of course there's rum here.

Drink rum all you like, but without me!

I don't like your tone!

I don't like dirty tricks!

You put liqueur in my dessert,

now there's rum in my tea!

Not with me, you don't!

I'm on to you, you devious bunch!

Shh, the girl.

Mr. Peter, there's a lady

waiting for you downstairs.

That's nice.

Might be Gina Stumm.

I'II be right down!

- Hello.

- Hello.

Have you seen a lady anywhere?

A lady?

I was told a lady's waiting for me.

I'm waiting for a Bockelmann salesman.

I see. Well, I'm one.

Oh, I see.

Yes. Would you be the... Iady?

Yes, if you don't mind.

I don't mind, exactly.

You're here on business.

Yes, what did you think?

Well, I'm Peter Frank, sales agent.

Follow me.

Very romantic.

How do you mean, ma'am?

A bit spooky, almost.

Oh, you get used to it.

Very nice.

Say, who's the director

of the company now?

That hasn't been decided yet.

Oh.

We're still waiting.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'm giving a party.

Sparkling wine, perhaps?

Why, yes, of cou rse.

Then I recommend our best label:

Bockelmann Privat. Demi-sec.

Famous for its underlying sweetness.

Nicely said.

May I taste it?

Certainly, ma'am.

Just a moment, please.

Here.

Than ks. But what about you?

I don't drink.

Not even at parties?

No, I'm afraid I don't care for wine.

What?

Yes.

A wine salesman who doesn't drin k!

That's hilarious.

Yes, but what can you do?

Didn't I just see someone?

- Who is it?

- Oh, my supervisor.

You know, Britta...

I feel a bit ashamed of myself...

Shh!

It's a bit embarrassing

to be spying on him like th is.

Don't be a coward.

He's in the wine-tasting room now.

But the five o'clock tea incident

made h im suspicious.

Oh, come on.

Say, Britta...

How come you had rum in the house?

I use it as rubbing alcohol.

I see.

But how come there was rum in your tea?

I have no idea, it just was.

But my alcohol's not the issue,

his alcohol's the issue, so come on!

Can I do anything else for you?

I need a light wine to go with fish.

What kind of fish?

Rhine River salmon.

Then a Rhine wine would be best.

I'd say a 1921 Geisenheimer Katzenloch.

How many dozen shall I put down?

Six bottles.

Oh! So, half a dozen, then.

Fine.

If it's as good as the champagne...

Oh, it's even better, ma'am.

Believe me.

The wine's even better.

Though the champagne's su perb,

I must say.

Why won't you have some, then?

Excuse me, ma'am... but the young man

isn't allowed to drin k.

- Excuse me?

- I can't allow that.

But why aren't you allowed to drink?

Well, you see, if I'm not allowed to...

then I can't, can I?

I'm not supposed to.

That's how it is.

But why aren't you su pposed to?

Don't you know?

It was in all the papers.

He can't drink for four weeks,

or he loses h is in heritance.

Yes, Bockelmann's heir, but...

But? Why "but"?

You're the you ng Bockelmann?

I used to be even you nger...

But I can't change that.

Yes, I am, and it's awful.

What's awful about in heriting a fortune?

But only after four weeks.

And I'II go crazy in those fou r weeks.

The whole family's after me,

trying to get me to drink alcohol.

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