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the name of Smith.

My maid sometimes...

The Baroness Czerny,

room 217, 219.

Thank you.

Where is

the telegraph desk?

You go right...

Don't bother.

I'll write it upstairs.

Good night.

"To her door,"

my mother said.

The key, please.

I'll open it

for you.

What? No nightcap?

Listen,

my mother taught me

a few things, too.

Good night.

Well, at least

I don't have to ask

for your telephone number.

I'll be pestering you.

Oh, won't you

please go?

Not until

you go in.

Oh, don't be frightened.

They must have

given me the wrong key.

Why don't you speak?

Where's the light?

Oh, you so-and-so.

Is anybody here?

All right, fellows.

Now, I'll explain it

once more.

Each of us puts in 5 francs,

and the guy that finds her

gets the whole thing.

Say we get 1,000 of us. That's

a purse of 5,000 francs

to the winner.

But how can

you find one woman

in four million people?

Oh, that's easy. Once

they organized the taxis

of Paris to save France.

Why can't we

organize them now...

To find Czerny's girl!

She's an American girl

named Eve Peabody.

All she's got is a gold dress.

She hasn't got a cent

to her name.

So, she can't

get out of town.

Spread the word around.

Keep your eyes open.

Go to the Consulate,

the Embassy. Go to

the hotels, the nightspots.

The theatrical agents.

Come on. Each of

you fellows put in

5 francs. Come on.

Come on, fellows.

Put it in here. 5 francs.

That's it. Come on.

Hello.

Who?

No.

Yeah, yes. Who?

What'd you say?

I said

good morning,

Baroness.

Your luggage

has arrived.

From Monte Carlo?

What... That's

impossible. I mean...

You mean it's my luggage?

Well, there must

be some mistake.

It said for the Baroness

Czerny, madame.

I had it sent up.

Oh, yeah. All right.

Maybe I'm crazy.

Come in.

Shall I open the blinds,

madame?

Yeah. Yes, please.

Here are the keys, madame.

Shall I open it?

You mean

before Christmas?

Pardon, madame?

Oh, don't mind me.

That looks like

a negligee on top, huh?

You wish?

Yes, if you don't mind.

Madame wishes

to put it on?

Oh, no, no.

Just put it over

the bed, please.

Is there anything else,

madame?

Oh, I think that's

enough, don't you?

Oh, the tip...

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Your chauffeur took

care of that, madame.

My chauffeur?

He's waiting downstairs.

And he wishes to know

if madame wants

the car today.

Oh, he does?

He says

it's a very nice day, madame.

He says,

"There is no wind."

He says,

"The sun is warm."

He says...

He wants to know

if I want the car today.

Tell him I wouldn't

be at all surprised.

Thank you, madame.

Thank you.

What's your name? Eve Peabody.

Where do you live?

Nowhere at present.

How old are you?

None of your business.

Well, I seem

to be all right.

GEORGES:
Then how about

some breakfast?

What?

Good morning,

Baroness Czerny.

Oh, that jacket's

a little large.

I've arranged to have

a fitter here at 2:00.

So it was you.

You made a pretty good

guess at my measurements.

You know, I've always

had a weakness for size 12.

Did you arrange

for this apartment?

While you were

on your way here

with Jacques.

Neat, huh?

From the moment you

looked at me, I had

an idea you had an idea.

You remember when I asked you

if they were still working

on the Budapest subway?

Yes.

Well, the Budapest subway

was finished in 1893.

It is the oldest subway

in the world.

Monsieur, that

is playing dirty.

You also had

a third-class ticket from

Monte Carlo in your handbag.

Nice work.

You see, I use my eyes

when it comes to something

I want very badly.

Also your

bank account.

I guarantee

we will never have

any arguments about money.

That's fine.

There's just

one trouble.

I won't play.

Now... Now, don't

misunderstand me,

Miss Peabody.

Listen, when Little

Red Riding Hood spots

the long gray whiskers,

don't still insist

that you're Grandma.

But... But

suppose you hear

my proposition out.

All right, go ahead.

What...

What was your impression

of Jacques Picot?

Jacques... He seems

all right. Why?

I'm afraid I can't

agree with you.

Of course, I may be

a little prejudiced.

You see, my wife

and he think

they're in love.

Oh.

Well, that's cozy.

That, my dear,

is the devil.

Why don't you

punch him in

the nose?

Alluring but impractical.

He was top man on

the boxing team

of the University

of Brussels.

Well, where do I come in?

What you need is a lawyer.

I'll never get a divorce.

Never.

I still don't see

where I come in.

Last night for the first time,

I saw a ray of hope.

While he was laughing

with you, my wife

was in torment.

When you

drove away together,

she was fighting tears.

Who won?

Your job,

if you'll accept it,

is just beginning.

My wife...

My wife will

fight for him.

And you want me

to fight back?

I want to bring her

back to her senses.

I want you to take over

his attention before

it's too late.

You can name

your own price.

You really love her,

don't you?

Of all the crazy plans.

Perhaps not so crazy

from your point of view.

Jacques' family makes

a very superior income

from a very

inferior champagne.

You could do much worse.

We're having a weekend party

at our place in Versailles.

Jacques will be there.

You arrive tomorrow

in time for tea.

Now, wait a minute.

I haven't said yes.

Am I upsetting

some other plans?

I gathered that you

knew no one in Paris.

Did you?

Of course, if you

have some other offer...

I have.

A good one?

I'll take yours.

I'll tell my wife

I ran into you

and asked you.

The name of your chauffeur

is Ferdinand.

That's a nice name.

Isn't it?

Ferdinand, Ferdinand

You'll like the

whole arrangement.

Now, for immediate expenses,

you can draw on my bank

up to 50,000 francs.

Here's your breakfast.

Goodbye, my dear Baroness.

Till tomorrow afternoon.

For the Baroness Czerny.

Permit me?

Oh, yes. Go ahead.

"Hosannas to the high gods

for throwing us together.

Jacques."

I rather resent that.

To my wife he only

said, "So glad we met."

Hmm.

Yes.

Yeah... No,

she's not Chinese!

Hey, is it too late

for me to join?

Come on, come on!

Put your 5 francs in here.

Chance of a lifetime.

8,000 francs

in the pool.

Come on.

That's it.

Get me that one

with the stuff on it

that looks like spinach.

You know that hideous thing

I made this morning.

Oh, yes,

I know. Pardon.

Surely.

Well, where in the world

did you get that hat?

It looks

positively moldy!

Well, I bought it

from you three days ago.

I don't care

where you bought it.

It's out of style.

I decided this morning

that all hats should be

off the face.

That's the one.

Oh, I'm looking for

something for the weekend.

Weekend in the country.

I'll show you

some amusing models.

Yeah, not too

convulsing, please.

Pardon.

HELENE:
You don't call this

a hat, Simone?

SIMONE:

Good heavens, no!

No one ever

accused me

of selling hats.

But it looks

dreadful on me.

That doesn't make

a bit of difference.

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