Love Me Tonight Page #4

you could free me

if you see me.

Mimi, you know I'd like to have a little sun.

Oh Mimi, bye bye.

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 see me.

Mimi, you know I'd like to have a little sun.

Oh Mimi, bye bye.

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

Am I the guy?

Mimi... You sunny little honey of a Mimi.

I may be high.

Hi, Count!

Your Grace, with your permission,

I'd like to do my hunting indoors today.

- Indoors?

- In your library.

What the deuce?!

As much as I love a good gallop,

I'm giving it up in your interest.

Yes, but why all this mystery?

Concerns the Baron. I've never heard of the Courtelains

in all my historical research. Have you?

No, but I'm not as familiar as I might be

with the nobility of the South.

I ran through 8 or 10 volumes before breakfast

and found not a Courtelain.

- Bless my soul.

- Mind you, I still have 36 more volumes to look through before I'm sure.

Yes, but this fellow is a friend of Gilbert's.

Gilbert I need only remind you is none too choosy.

Well, you go right ahead, my boy.

Oh, well, Maurice! You look great!

Is that my new riding habit?

No no, not until you paid for it, Monsieur Vicomte.

I've been up since daybreak altering it to fit me.

Have you picked out something good to ride on?

- The best I could get.

- Is it the big gray one?

- No. Small, orange, with black stripes.

- What is it, a zebra?

No. A bicycle.

You can't use a bicycle in a hunt.

You got to ride a horse.

But I've never been on a horse in my life.

Baron, I want to lend you a horse. Thunderbolt.

- Thunderbolt?

- He's fast, but furious.

I think I'd better not. You see,

the harder the horse, the harder I get.

I might hurt Thunderbolt.

Oh, he can take it.

Oh Baron. I took the liberty of

choosing a horse for you.

That's so kind of you. I won't need

your Thunderbolt. What's my horse's name?

- Solitude.

- Oh... Solitude.

Well. Good hunting.

Solitude sounds just my type.

Do you know why they call him Solitude?

Because he always come home alone.

Solitude for Baron Courtelain!

What's the point in giving the Baron

a horse like that?

I want to test the Baron.

I can think of several better ways to do that.

Let me try.

Don't bother. Tell me, do you ever think of

anything but men, dear?

- Oh, yes. - Like what?

- Schoolboys.

I know that's Solitude.

That's only Thunderbolt.

There's Solitude.

Gilbert! He's not going to...

Oh Gilbert! Don't let him!

Oh, Gilbert!

Stand back! Stand back!

What is this?

This? This is oats, Madame. Very wild.

And this is the stag. Very tired.

And where's Solitude?

We agreed to separate.

He went home. Alone.

And what are your plans?

Oh, very simple, Madame.

After supper, the stag will go right to bed.

He's had a hard day.

And the hunt just stops, I suppose...

A very happy ending, Madame.

Which we both approve.

I do not approve.

I mean, the stag and myself.

No true nobleman would mock the tradition of the hunt like this.

There are things too fine, too sacred, to be made ridiculous.

Oh, Your Highness is losing your temper.

I'm not losing my temper!

You let that stag go!

He'd be caught. And killed.

You wouldn't want that, Madame.

Look... Look at those eyes.

You are not a gentleman.

- You need some lessons.

- And you, Your Highness, are not a woman.

You need some lessons too. You know too much about

hunting, etiquette, tradition...

You know nothing about

style, charm... love.

Look, your riding habit...

It's not graceful,

it's not [...]

And your hair. It's too prim, Madame.

It's to severe.

But your riding habit...

It's discouraging.

What are you doing now?

I'm thinking...

I'm thinking about you without these clothes.

Open your eyes, at once!

Oh no, pardon, Madame.

I mean, with different clothes.

- Smart clothes.

- Here they are...

- The clothes?

- The hunt.

What's the meaning of this?

- The stag, the stag, he's asleep.

- What?!

Shh! We must go back, he's very tired.

Go back, quickly and quietly.

Go back! Quickly and quietly!

On tiptoe.

Madame.

Good hunting?

No luck. The Baron and the deer made friends

and called the whole thing off.

Well I've had good hunting.

There's no such title as Baron de Courtelain.

What?! Gilbert, did you hear that?

Are you sure?

I've even been through the better class

illegitimates.

- And still no Courtelain?

- Not a Courtelain.

Gilbert, who the deuce is your friend?

Well, uncle, I don't think I'd better tell you.

It wouldn't be safe.

Wouldn't be safe?

You see, I owe Maurice something...

You owe him something?!

Uncle, you shouldn't keep repeating

everything I say. You live the life of an echo.

Will you kindly come to the point.

Uncle, we live in an age of toppling thrones...

of uneasy crowns, of persecuted royalty

compelled at times to travel under strange names.

Right?

Are you trying to hint that your friend is royalty?

Well, I...

He has the Hapsburg lip.

And the name Baron Courtelain is...

A mere nom de pullman.

Well, we're all here except the Baron.

- Good, then we're all here.

- Count, could you do something to entertain?

No, I'm helpless since my accident.

- Accident?

- I fell flat on my flute.

Ah, Emperor.

Have you seen Valentine, uncle?

Why no, she's not here either. The Baron

and Valentine are both missing.

It's dangerous to invite guests with a

girl like that around. Somebody will sue us.

Ah, there you are.

The Baron will be down in a moment.

He had to send to Paris for his costume.

I've been watching him put it on.

You've been what?!

It's all right, uncle, she has the room next to Maurice.

And she's bored holes in the connecting door.

Valentine!

Are you aware...?

Are you... Are you...

Are you aware that that door

has come down to us through generations?

So have my instincts.

She had you there, unc.

Will you stop blowing that infernal bladder?!

- Thank you. Thank you.

- How original...

- Thank you, Madame.

- Oh, how intriguing!

How charming!

How common!

Do you find my costume out of place, Madame?

Decidedly.

Maybe you're right.

An apache among all these nobility.

And yet I understand an apache wanting to come.

Where there is beauty and light.

Yes, but people should be on guard against him.

You don't like the apache, eh?

I dislike his attitude toward women.

Oh Madame, you do not understand the apache.

He's not always such a bad fellow.

I'd like to tell you what he really feels.

- I'd love to know.

- And I... am not interested.

Are they always so brutal with girls?

- Haven't they any weak moments?

- How do they live?

I'll tell you the story of one

who I have known.

I wear a sweater, while you wear

a collar and a tie.

Why not?

I'm an apache.

The thing that makes me happy

is you make your woman cry.

Why not?

I'm an apache.

My sweetheart is a shopgirl.

She's a treasure.

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