Love on the Run Page #3

What do you mean, story?

Uh... I mean, well, I mean what a story

it will make to tell our grandchildren.

We're tied up

in intrigue.

But I don't want to

be tied up in anything.

We're international.

I don't want to

be international.

I just want things to

stop happening to me.

Well, don't worry. I'll handle

this when the time comes.

And nothing more is

going to happen to you.

Except that...

except that...

except what?

Except that we're out of

gas, and we're almost down!

So you better

hold tight.

Here we go!

Don't hold

on to that!

We have landed!

Are you hurt?

No, chock full of

peace and quiet.

Where are we?

Madame, this is France.

Stop annoying

the livestock.

Don't be vulgar,

Mr. Anthony.

It happens to be this woolen

undershirt, that's all.

Trains run to Paris,

you know.

Trains, remember?

Choo, choo, choo!

I don't know why I keep

explaining things to you,

but railroad stations have

a habit of being watched.

Besides, you wanted

the simple life.

Peace and quiet.

Well here it is.

You're a fine one.

You profess

admiration for me,

you tell me you

want to help.

I put myself in your

hands and now look what.

Well, what? You wanted

my help and you got it.

Say, you don't think I enjoy

playing cops and robbers

all over Europe with a...

just exactly who do you

think you're talking to?

I'm talking to

a fairly attractive dame

who's got too much

dough for her own good.

Just between you and me,

Im beginning to think

that prince is

a pretty lucky boy.

You've said just about

enough, Mr. Anthony.

Too much!

I don't need your help

and advice or anyone else's.

As far as Im concerned,

you can take a running

front dive off this wagon.

And it's all

right with me

if I never see

you again.

Oh yeah?

Oh, where are

you going?

I can take a hint.

I'll be seeing you.

Paris in spring.

But... but you can't leave me

here with all these cabbages.

Well this constant

nagging will have to stop.

All right.

It has stopped.

And no more beefing.

Not a beef.

Ok.

In Mike you trust.

In Mike I trust.

You know, it's odd your

following me all that time.

You're reasonably

presentable and clean.

It's a wonder you didn't

get yourself introduced.

You don't know

the right people.

Then it must

be destiny.

Destiny?

Mm-hmm.

It's a story.

A great story.

Man:
Boy, he's sure

steamed up about something.

Second man:
I'll say he is. And

everybody's gonna hear about it.

Rose, it'll stand another

column on the woman's angle.

Put yourself in

Sally's place.

Jake, tell Wesson to

wire Anthony $2,000.

Union agency, Paris.

Right.

What a man, Anthony.

He's making

newspaper history.

If the circulation department

don't erect him a statue,

I'll dip myself

in bronze.

Hurry up with that

new lead, Wally.

Right.

Sit here and don't

say a word.

You're from the country

and dumb, see?

How's this?

I hope you're kidding.

Say, where are you going?

It's all right.

Well, for the love of Pete.

I'm sorry, but you'll first

have to see the man at the...

Mike! I wondered

when you'd turn up.

Hi, Jim. What the devil are you doing...

any money from home?

Sure, but what...?

All right, lead me to it, and

give me your fastest stenographer.

I've got to send

a cable home.

Got a match, pal?

No.

No.

Pretty big boy. In town

to see the girls, huh?

No.

Tell Mike Barney says

judgment day is here.

Oh...

hey, Mike, a man just

came in and told me...

we can get out of

here in a minute.

I got to get this

cable off to mother.

I know, but...

how much?

48 francs.

Hey, look at

the window.

What?

Look at the window.

Is that the man?

No, but Barney says

judgment day is here.

Huh? What?

Back way, where?

Quick!

Through there.

Good-bye.

Very clever,

Mr. Anthony.

Very astute.

It took the mind of a

child to follow your tracks.

Well, well,

Barney, old pal.

You're a gift

from the gods.

Mind over matter,

my friend.

Yours the muscle,

mine the brain.

Listen,

Miss Parker...

hey, you run along, Sally.

We'll catch up with you.

Listen,

he's the man...

you bet I am!

Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.

He's our pal.

He's gonna help us.

Go on, Sally.

Now, listen, Barney,

don't be insane.

This story's big

enough for both of us.

What was I doing in that

dark closet, hunting mice?

Oh, don't be catty.

Now listen, Barney,

she doesn't know

who I am.

She hates newspapers

and boys like us.

If you crack now,

we're both sunk.

Come on.

I'm sticking like

summer underwear.

Sally:
Hey, Michael!

Michael! Here they come!

Michael:
Come on! Hop in!

All right, captain

flag, baby's with you.

We can wait until the police

locate that stolen delivery truck.

And that's the way a couple of

Princeton men stick together,

hey Barney, old pal?

Old pal?

Sure, you don't have

to worry about this egg.

Why, we were inseparable at Princeton.

They used to call

him my shadow.

Huh. He still is.

Sure, one for all

and all for one.

And every man for

himself now and then.

You'll excuse me,

gentlemen,

this is too good

a chance to be loose.

All for one

and one for all, huh?

You ever hear of the odious

career of Benedict Arnold?

Yes, yes. But later

document proved Benny

to have been a very much

misunderstood man.

History says

different.

No, Im on the level

now. Honest, Barney.

I believe you,

Anthony, you hope.

Cops!

Hold tight, Sally.

Hey!

she'll be comin' round

the mountain when she comes

she'll be comin' round

the mountain

she'll be comin' round

the mountain when she comes

she'll be comin'...

now what?

We're out of gas.

Don't tell me they still

use that one at Princeton.

Is this on

the level?

I never heard two such

suspicious people in my life!

We gotta get

out and walk.

Where?

To the end of

the rainbow. Who cares?

Come on, the open

road, Barnabas.

The broad highway, madam.

Come Aramis, come Pothos!

With a cow field for a couch

and clouds for a coverlet.

Wresting the world with a song on

our lips and blade in our hands.

One for all

and all for one.

Sally, do you mind if i

speak with Romeo a minute?

Why?

Men, talk, you know.

Go pick yourself

a daisy.

Oh...

what's on your stagnant mind? Shhh...

I discovered this

while she was dressing.

What?

Look.

What?

Look.

Where?

Hey, you!

You dirty, double

- crossing snake, you!

One for all, huh?!

Good by, dear. I'll

write you in a day or two.

Pells:
Hey, if you

let me out of here...

good-bye, dear.

Pells:

Hey, Sally!

Hey, Miss Parker, let

me tell you something!

Sally! Hey! Parker,

this guy's a reporter!

Oh, now wait

a minute, Pells.

That's too much.

Enough is enough.

You can't hear him now.

I thought he

was your friend.

Well, he used to be,

but today he'd sell his

sister for a Turkish dime.

Turned out to be

a newspaper man, Sally.

A reporter?

Yeah, foreign

correspondent.

New York gazette,

or something like that,

and he's on your trail.

I thought I'd string

him along back there

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