Love on the Run Page #2

That's what Igor said.

Dear, sweet, romantic Igor.

He was to be my... my escape,

and he turned out to be...

oh, I feel so cheap

and ashamed of myself.

So it's Igor, is it?

You'd like to hear

some more, would you?

Miss Parker, wait.

He may not be alone.

Sally, my baby love.

My baby love...

don't you baby love me,

and don't you touch me.

She means it,

your Excellency.

But my darling, what

did I say? What did I do?

You scurrilous

little scavenger.

But my sweet one, my...

Im not at advantage.

Have I met

this gentleman?

Don't be silly. Where would

you ever meet a gentleman?

My little treasure,

I mean my baby love,

you're the sweetest thing.

We do know each other.

No, no, no. Never had

the pleasure, Im sure.

I'm positive

your face is...

I warn you if

you continue

to foul the air

I breathe-out...

but my darling,

for why are you angry?

My uncle only asked you

to sign a little paper

to insure our happiness.

I don't want

any insurance.

I'm cancelling

my order

and they can put you

back in Macys window.

Yes, $5 million is hardly

a bargain, your Excellency.

It was not

$5 million, only 3.

Oh, what? How much?

$3 million only and my

darling becomes the princess.

We met in Berlin, yes?

No, no, I'm

sorry old man.

But I don't want it.

Well, but she...

my darling, come back

to the Cathedral,

then to my people,

to my country.

Your country?

Your people?

A lot of second-hand sturgeon

looking for a river to lay an egg in.

Oh, no, no, now really, Miss Parker,

Chelyabinsks a charming little state.

Well, they're financially

unsound, I must admit,

but a member of

the league of nations...

aha, now I know him.

In Geneva, it was.

But darling, do you

realize who this man is?

He is...

why did you do that?

He's said just about

enough to you.

You... you didn't

kill him, did you?

I don't think so.

Woman:
The is Jeannine,

mademoiselle.

Jeannine! Your maid.

Well, here they come.

What next?

I don't know. Everything's

worse than ever now.

There will be police.

I hit him pretty hard.

Oh, I've got to get away

now. I'm all weak inside.

You said you would

help me. Will you?

Look, would you like

to get away from this?

Away from everything

and people,

where nobody

can reach you?

Oh, yes, yes. How?

Where you'll have

peace and quiet?

No cousins,

no aunts, no uncles,

no.. No princes, no... no reporters

until all of this blows over?

Oh, I've wanted

that all my life.

Will you trust me,

Sally Parker?

Can i?

Where's the back way?

Here. Come on.

Oh. We'll meet

them downstairs.

Maybe they won't

recognize us.

Here, here. Sit tight.

If anybody comes,

make a noise like a broom.

All right.

Plates under

the arms,

plates under

the small of the back,

and plates under

the stomach.

You back now?

Yes.

How is your bath tub?

Oh, fine, Baron,

fine. How's yours?

How come? What foul,

cheap, underhanded...

why, Mr. Pells,

what do you mean foul,

cheap, underhanded?

You didn't think I was going

to miss out on your story,

did you, Baron?

Say, this is an

ingenious outfit.

You see it is electrical

airline with plates.

Plates under the arms, plates

under the small of the back,

yes, yes, it's

excellent tailoring.

Bond street?

Say, by the way, is

your wife still pickled?

Was pickled?

I mean, is she still

in the salt rub?

Ja, ja. She's in

her apartment, sir.

Oh, yes. Yes,

that's fine.

Say, hold this

a minute, will you?

Hold?

I do hope Igor can get

Sally to change her mind.

Well you know how

persuasive Igor can be.

Man:
Here they come now!

All:
They they are.

Happy landing.

Good luck, Baron.

Airport, Baron?

Sure, sure, hurry, hurry!

We are late!

Airport.

All:
Bye! Bye, Baron.

Pells:
Hey, let me out

of here you, Mike Anthony!

Let me out of here!

You big double-crossing Hun,

come back here!

Come back here!

I'll get you, you son of a gun!

Hey, come back here, Anthony!

Come back here, you...

Baron:

Pells, let me out of here.

You get yourself out.

I'm no laundry man.

Get me out of here!

I beg your pardon.

Baron:
Help! Help!

Mach schnell!

Hurry, hurry please.

We are late for

the take off.

Chauffeur:
I'm giving her

all she can take, Baron.

What are you writing?

A cable to my mother.

It's her birthday

tomorrow.

Oh, that's sweet. She'll

be glad to hear from you.

Oh, she'll be

tickled pink.

When you leave us, send

this cable at once, collect.

Right-o, Baron.

Back, please, get back.

Flowers, for the baroness.

Right-o.

Oh, Baroness, Baroness!

Happy landing.

Michael:
I wonder what

all those gadgets are for?

Let go!

Hey! Stop!

Follow that plane!

Yes, sir. Are you crazy?

Yes! I'll get you,

Mike Anthony!

Mein instruments,

main equipment are ruined.

A life's work

all over again.

Well, we run along.

As soon as i

locate the plane,

I'll get in touch with

you as a matter of routine.

Good day, Baron.

Thank you.

Good day, Baron.

Then you, men.

Thank you.

Well, that went over

pretty well, I think.

At least it's something

you didn't bungle.

Steven, I swear,

it all happened so...

shut up. That plane

must be found.

I know, I know.

Telephone, Colleen Humbert.

Get fouche in Paris.

One of them must locate

the plane, you hear?

I'll go down to

the field and stand by.

You call me the first news

and I take off at once.

If anyone gets to that

plane you're through!

Do you understand?

It must be found.

Right.

I hope you didn't

kill him.

Who? Kill what?

Igor.

Oh, that's all right. All

snakes live till sundown.

Stop worrying.

Look around for some

peace and quiet to land in.

How fast are we going?

Well, we're either up 2,100

feet and going 175 miles an hour,

or we're up 175 feet and

going 2,100 miles an hour.

Whimsical little

airplane, isn't it.

You know, there is something

queer about this ship.

Well I don't mean

to be critical,

but it was probably all right

before that take off.

No, no. I mean there

are no oxygen tanks

for these comic helmets

to connect with.

You know, Im beginning to think

the baron and baroness

are phonies.

I wonder where we are?

Get out those maps

there, will you?

Oh...

what color is

it down there?

It's sort of

a pinkish brown.

Pinkish brown?

We're over Persia.

Let me see if i

can find France.

If I remember right,

it's a kind of a green.

I wonder who admired

the baroness so much?

Amorous-looking

little gentlemen.

Ah, a note!

He must woo her with geography

or something because...

say, what on

earth is this?

Let's see.

What?

Number x-2593, foreign

office confiden-

wait a minute.

If this nightmare

gets any worse...

what's wrong?

Plenty. Say, this is

an admiralty chart.

Coast defense stations,

range of firing,

the whole works.

Phonies? The baron

and baroness are spies.

You mean this flight

and everything is...

is just a hop to smuggle

this out of England.

Say, we're small

prize, Sally.

Do you realize what

a story this will make?

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