Love Me Tonight Page #5

And so I am a gentleman

of leisure.

When I grab the wrist and twist it

no woman can resist it.

Why not?

I'm an apache.

And still...

I'd love to treat her pretty.

and take her round the city.

But what's a poor apache got to do.

With one deep sigh.

I will black her eye.

I love to buy things for her

and tell her I adore her

With one good kick...

I make her pay quick.

While all the men are dancing

and tenderly romancing,

I've got to throw her body around.

The spot that no one dares touch,

the spot that only chairs touch,

is frequently touching the ground.

She comes and whispers sweetly,

"I love you so completely".

And then I gently whisper to her:

"Nuts to you!"

That's how I say

"I love you too"

Sad but true.

That's what a poor apache must do...

I was found in a basket,

in front of a church,

but my childhood was not very sainted.

I didn't know my mother,

who didn't know my father...

My parents were not well acquainted.

I soon joined my gang,

who taught me their slang.

And how to pick pockets

and rob girls of lockets.

How I slouch,

in doorways I crouch.

It's a game!

I'm to blame!

But it's [...]

I'm apache.

Maybe some day

I'll be caught at some dirty work

Maybe that day

your police will lead me away.

Maybe I will be seen

by Madame guillotine

And when at last I'm led off

to have them chop my head off,

I tell the executioner this:

"Nuts to you!"

And then I close my eyes of blue.

Sad but true.

That's what a poor apache must do.

- I brought you over here because I want you.

- Oh, Countess!

I want you to keep as far away from me as possible.

Countess, I'll try.

Pardon me, Countess, something I must do.

Some place I must go.

Princess!

Princess, open your eyes, Princess.

Open your eyes.

No, don't open your eyes.

Sleep...

So I can tell you how beautiful you are.

How beautiful...

And how I love you.

How dare you!

Wait...

- Why did you do that?

- Because I love you.

You... you kissd me, Princess.

Why?

Because...

I love you, Maurice.

You... you love me?

Yes. I thought against it,

I was afraid.

Oh, my darling... How foolish I was.

- Perhaps you were wise.

- Why?

Fear is a warning, Princess.

I don't understand you, Maurice.

Let me dream this dream a little longer.

When I wake, I'll go away...

Go away?

Don't you want me, Maurice?

I want you, my Princess.

But I have wanted the moon too.

Look, my hands are empty.

Your arms need ever be empty of me, Maurice.

We have found each other in darkness

like ships that come into harbor

together, at night.

When morning comes,

one's there...

one sails away.

We'll sail together,

or stay together.

I love you, my beautiful Princess.

I love you.

This, I can tell you,

this is mine.

- Jeanette...

- Maurice...

You don't know who I am.

You're you...

And I love you.

But... if I...

If I were not...

what you think I am.

Whoever you are...

Whatever you are...

Wherever you are...

I love you.

Jeanette,

you know what I think?

I think I'm mad.

And that you are mad.

And that the whole world is mad.

But I'm luckiest man of all.

And the happiest.

Listen, my beautiful Princess.

I love you. I love you.

And whatever comes tomorrow...

Love me tonight.

Love me tonight.

"Whoever you are...

whatever you are..."

"Wherever you are...

I love you".

"Oh, my princess..."

"You don't know who I am.

I am... I am a tailor."

"A tailor? A tailor!

Isn't it romantic!"

"Oh, I love you."

Your heart and my heart

were made to meet...

Don't make them wait,

love me tonight.

Why should our lips be afraid to meet.

Love me tonight.

Who knows what

tomorrow brings

with the morning light.

Dear, I am here

with a heart that sings

Love me tonight...

Let me see.

There...

There, it's superb!

Come in.

- You sent for me, Princess?

- Yes.

Yes...?

Yes...

I'd like your advice on my new riding habit.

Beautiful.

- Do you really think so?

- Perfect.

How about the length?

Divine...

Here, look at it more closely.

The closer I get,

the more perfect.

Monsieur has taste.

- How about the color?

- Lucky color.

Anything wrong?

Certainly. The color rides up!

Oh no, that won't do at all.

You think so, Monsieur?

Oh yes, Madame, yes.

And look, it's too tight here, Madame.

It's too tight across the chest.

And the lapels, they're too stiff.

No, no... Really...

The whole thing lacks smartness,

youth, grace.

No, no, no...

Your Highness, I have never been so insulted!

With your permission, I'm going!

Madame Pituar...!

Maurice, what am I going to do now?

Don't worry, Jeanette.

We'll fix it.

How?

We'll fix it!

No, no...

That's not possible...

We'll make you a riding habit...

that will tame Solitude!

But how?

The important thing is not to hurry.

What's the matter?

Who insulted you?

Madame Pituar has been insulted!

Madame Pituar has been insulted!

At her age? Remarkable!

Madame Pituar has been insulted!

Some men have no taste!

Madame Pituar has been insulted!

The old girl must have something.

Shh! Let us look into this!

What's this?! An outrage!

A scandal!

- I'll shoot him!

- Oh, let me die!

Let me explain.

I was only fixing the Princess's riding habit.

- What?!

- Uncle, that's the truth.

- Preposterous!

- I give you my word of honor.

Why, the Baron often gives people

advice about their clothes.

Be quiet!

What you say is insulting!

- I'll run him through for this.

- You've already shot him.

Silence!

I'll prove I'm telling the truth. Give me

two hours and I'll remodel this riding habit.

What?! Alright! I'll convict you by

your own falsehood! I'll give you two hours, sir.

- He'll do it.

- I'll bet he can't do it.

- I'll bet you 10,000 francs he can.

- I'll bet you 50,000 he's a liar. - Done!

Your Grace, time flies.

Quite right. Leave them alone, everybody.

- I'll give you two hours, sir!

- 50,000 francs, now, eh?

Maurice, what will you do now?

You'll see.

Two hours to go.

Wait a minute... now...

and this...

Now I start.

Five.

Twelve.

Twenty two.

Twenty eight.

Excuse me...

How do you like it?

It's perfect!

Of course, if I had more time...

It's too perfect...

Tell me, how did you make this habit in

two hours? How were you able to make it at all?

Because...

Because I am a tailor...

What?

A tailor.

Oh Maurice, you're joking.

No. I'm not a baron. I am a tailor.

Does that make so much difference?

A tailor...

Last night... you said to me...

"Whoever you are..."

"Whatever you are...

Wherever you are..."

"I love you."

Remember?

Jeanette, what happened?

Why, Baron, what happened?

I just told her I'm not a baron.

I'm a tailor.

- A tailor?

- Yes, a tailor.

Help!

Help!

The Baron! He's not a baron!

He's a tailor!

What?!

- The Baron! He's not a baron!

- He's a tailor!

What do you know about this?!

Well I... you see, I owed him some bills.

Bills! I'll deal with you later!

But first I'll get Flammand to give

this tradesman his money and kick him out!

A tailor!

A tailor... a tailor...

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