Love Me Tonight Page #2

for 20 thousand francs.

My dear Countess, I...

Uncle, don't be so pompous. I'm only asking for

the money you're holding in trust for me.

If I gave you any, you'd go straight back to Paris.

You're staying here, Valentine.

What you need is more of the simple life, young woman.

The new footmen, Your Grace.

- Uncle...

- No!

Can't we ever get a footman

under forty in this place?

Valentine!

About the schedule for tomorrow,

Your Grace...

Tomorrow?...

Bridge! At three...

And dinner. At eight.

And after dinner...

Bridge!

- Rather an amusing day, Flammand?

- Quite exciting, Your Grace.

- And what are the guests doing now, Flammand?

- Playing bridge, Your Grace.

You wait. I'm going right back to Paris.

A man!

Oh no... Just cousin Gilbert.

What are you doing?

Trying to get up enough energy to go to bed.

What are you doing in this dull hole?

I'm just passing through. I got a taxi

to take me back to Paris.

- Take me with you!

- That's not a bad idea. How much money can you loan me?

I'm over my allowance and Uncle

won't let me have any money.

Oh, you don't know how to handle

the old skyhawk.

I'll tell him I need the money for charity.

To provide good homes for bad stenographers.

Flammand! Send that taxi away!

Uncle, now look, I've got to go back to Paris.

You can't. You're staying here permanently.

And if I hear any more about your debts, about bills,

I'll cut you off without a sou.

You understand? You imp... imp...

- What's the word?

- Impecunious.

- Impudent?

- No.

- Impostor!

- No!

- Impertinent!

- Ah, that's it!

- You impertinent jack... jack...

- Jackal?

- No no no...

- Well I'm sorry.

- Jackass?

- I wish you'd go to bed.

Jackanapes!

- Liar! Cheat!

- You'll be insulting me in a minute.

Nitwit! Numbskull! Nincompoop!

Lord, grant her rest be sweet and deep.

And knights go riding through her sleep!

Her own Prince Charming, young and bold.

Who came to Princesses of old.

- Never to us...

- Never to us...

Stir slowly...

Slowly...

And may it [...]

- I want the money for my shirts!

- And my shoes! And my hats!

You introduced him to us,

you said his trade will bring other business.

It will! We must be careful not to insult

the Vicomte de Barres.

- He comes from the old nobility, quick to take offense.

- And slow to pay!

- Maurice Courtelain?

- Yes.

I understand you made a lot of clothes

for the Vicomte de Barres...

Ah, you see, Monsieur, that I made a lot of clothes

for the Vicomte. If Monsieur will take a chair...

I'll show him samples.

Monsieur is a friend of the Vicomte?

Not at all. Do you know who I am?

Oh... now I understand.

Monsieur, why don't you try to forgive and forget?

This is Paris, city of romance, love.

Please, forgive the Vicomte and forgive also your wife.

I have no wife!

What is all this?

You are not the man who chased the Vicomte

in his BVDs?

Certainly not! I am the credit manager of the

Association of Retail Merchants!

I came here to tell you,

that not a tailor in Paris

will make that fellow a suit

without full payment. In advance!

You... you... you mean...

I mean, the Vicomte de Barres

never pays.

The Vicomte... Never pays...

- My shirts! - My hats!

- My boots! - My suits...

Gentlemen,

you have my profound sympathy.

The old nobility, eh?

Do you know what I'd like to do?

I'd like to have a crowd

march down there and attack that chateau!

- Wait! That's an idea...

- You think we could?

Just like in the old days?

What about the police?

I don't mean attack it in a crowd.

Let me attack it - alone!

I'll be a one-man French Revolution.

Let me have all the goods the Vicomte ordered.

I'll deliver them to the chateau!

And I'll make him pay!

Maurice!

I just heard you were going.

Let me husband drive you.

[...]

and he'd love to drop you.

Pierre, tell Maurice you'd love to drop him.

I'd love to drop you.

Get in!

Oh, that's fine. Over here!

Thank you.

Just like a millionaire.

Oh no, look at that.

I'm not going to drink that.

My hat!

My hat!

Thank you! Thank you!

Careful, not too fast.

Lover,

when you find me

will you blind me

with your love?

Kiss me... I'll be sighing.

Gently praying, I'll obey.

children playing in the... hey!

He'll be my lord and my master...

I'll be [...]

He'll make my heart beat faster...

Not too fast!

Lover,

when you take me...

and awake me...

I will know.

Lover, you can make me

love you so.

Look out, Mademoiselle!

Look out!

Pierre! You take the horse,

I'll take the lady.

- Mademoiselle, are you hurt?

- Oh, no.

- Mademoiselle, put your arms around me.

- No, thank you, I can manage alone.

Oh! My ankle!

[...]

put your arms around.

Do you think I put my arms around

people I don't know?

My name is Maurice.

Oh, that's nothing.

- It's quite unnecessary.

- Don't stand on it yet.

- I'm sure it's better.

- No no no.

- Tell me, do you live down here?

- I often wonder.

No, I said, do you live down here?

I heard you. I wonder if you

can call it living...

Seems so dead.

- I must go.

- Oh no, not right away.

See? One foot wants to go, the other

wants to stay.

They both want to go.

My family is waiting for me.

- But what about me?

- What do you mean, what about you?

I mean I'm stuck here, I can't go. My carriage is in

disrepair and I'm lonely. You can't leave me.

Aren't you a little insane?

Yes! Let me sing for you!

You are insane.

But you sang for me.

I didn't even know you existed.

You don't exist either.

You're a dream.

Oh, give me just a moment.

Just to sing for you, Mimi.

You're mad! And my name is not Mimi.

Yes! I am mad!

My left shoe's on my right foot,

my right shoe's on my left.

Oh listen to me, Mimi.

Of reason I'm bereft.

The buttons of my trousers

are buttoned to my vest.

Listen to me, Mimi.

There's passion in my breast!

Mimi... You funny little good for nothing, Mimi.

Am I the guy?

Mimi, you sunny little honey of a Mimi.

I may be high.

Mimi... you got me sad and dreamy...

You could free me...

If you'd see me...

Mimi... You know I'd like to have a little

[...]

Mimi... You funny little good for nothing, Mimi.

Am I the guy?

Mimi, you sunny little honey of a Mimi.

I may be high.

Mimi, you got me sad and dreamy.

You could free me...

If you'd see me... Mimi...

Thank you.

You think I'm rude? Vulgar?

You know, since you came into my life, I'm not myself.

- Perhaps I'm in love with you!

- Oh really now!

- Afraid? - Of what?

- Of me.

- What conceit...

- Of yourself? - What insolence.

You think it takes years to fall in love?

You're right! I've known you

a hundred years! A thousand years!

- You're impossible.

- I hope to see you again somewhere soon.

- Perhaps in another thousand years!

I'll dream of you every day! Every night!

Everywhere!

I love you! I love you!

I love you!

Your hat! Look at it!

What will you do without your straw hat, Maurice?

And where's that smile of yours?

No straw hat? No smile?

It's all over, Maurice! You can't go on!

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