Midnight Page #5

Stop at once!

Where is she?

Where is she?

The Chateau Flammarion

at Versailles.

That's all

I wanted to know.

That's la conga.

Oh, come on,

everybody do la conga!

Hello, Jean.

Good evening,

Monsieur Renard.

You're rather late.

I know.

Have this luggage

taken to my room,

will you?

Could there be some mistake,

monsieur? This doesn't seem

to be your luggage.

Never mind.

Have it taken up by

the back way. Immediately.

You understand?

Yes, monsieur.

Where's Madame Flammarion?

She is dancing, sir.

Monsieur Marcel Renard.

How's it going?

Superstitious?

Don't forget,

every Cinderella

has her midnight.

Helene.

Helene.

What?

They're here.

What?

The luggage has arrived

from Monte Carlo.

I've just...

Excuse me.

Certainly.

I've just come

from the airport.

Where is it?

In my room. Come on.

Have you opened it yet?

Not yet.

I'm simply dying

of curiosity.

Isn't it enthralling?

The Secret of the Pink

Pawn Ticket or The Case

of the Mysterious Baroness.

Oh, nothing

but clothes.

MARCEL:
Well,

this is her size.

We need more proof than that.

Oh, Marcel, I could cry.

Wait a moment.

Look at that third girl

from the left.

Why, it does

look like...

I think it is.

If we could

really be sure...

Well, that's her

figure, all right.

Poor Jacques!

Oh, my soul,

this is heaven.

Baroness Czerny indeed!

Of all the impudence.

The consummate

impudence!

We'll take

this with us.

Now, Helene, don't let's

hush this up, and don't

let's wait till tomorrow.

Go on, let's have

a lovely scandal!

All right, all right,

but don't interrupt.

I know you won't do it,

but let's just suppose.

Oh, sure,

I'll suppose.

Well, what if we ran

down this gravel path

to the garage,

took the car

and drove it off

just as we are?

No toothbrush?

I said don't interrupt.

The two of us

roaring down

through the night.

Let's see what time it is.

It's 20 minutes of 12:00.

We could get there

just about dawn.

You know, if it's that

little wayside inn,

let's save the gas.

Oh, no, no, no.

This is an old country

place in the woods.

We'll clatter

the great bell

beside the door. Hard.

You see,

the butler is deaf.

And upstairs, there's

a very little old lady.

I'll lead you into the room

and I'll say, "Mother..."

Oh, Mother's back again?

"Mother," I'll say,

"here she is.

I've found her."

And the dawn will be

pale behind the oaks.

It won't be

as pale as Mother.

"Mother," I'll say,

"it's this one

or no one."

Baroness Czerny, you...

You promised me a dance.

Did I?

A midnight dance.

Oh, but please,

it's not...

It's... It's midnight.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll be back.

I hope.

What's up?

Hush.

The ground has just

opened under our feet.

Park it.

You take it.

Well...

And me all set to jump

for that tub of butter.

We've landed in

something, all right,

but it's not butter.

Here they come.

I'll stand by you

as best I can.

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I have a word, please.

I want to tell you something

which I think will both

interest and amuse you.

Under our roof tonight,

we have, as a guest,

a person claiming one

of the oldest names in

the Almanach de Gotha.

I don't know how many

of you are familiar with

the Hungarian aristocracy,

but let me assure you

that in all middle Europe

there is no family...

MAN:
Baron Tibor Czerny.

Well!

Do you know him?

Yes.

Welcome to my house,

my dear Baron.

It's been a long time

since we've met.

Oh, yes,

years and years.

I just arrived in Paris,

and they told me at the hotel

my wife was here,

so I'm trespassing on

your hospitality. I couldn't

wait to see her. Where is she?

Oh, here I am, Tibor.

What's the idea, Skipper?

I've been hungry

to see my little wife.

Excuse me.

That's enough.

Oh, Helene, I want you

to meet an old friend

of mine. Baron Czerny.

Madame Flammarion.

It's a great pleasure

to have you with us, too.

You have such a gay wife.

She's simply captivated

all my guests.

I trust you've been

behaving yourself,

darling?

Divinely! Oh, of course,

you must meet Jacques

Picot. Jacques?

I know you want

to meet the husband

of the Baroness.

How do you do?

How do you do?

They've been inseparable.

I warn you,

we Hungarians are

very jealous husbands.

Remember our honeymoon

in Copenhagen, darling?

That Danish officer?

Oh, oh, Olaf.

Oh, I never even

looked at him!

Poor fellow,

he's dead now.

Heaven forgive me.

Oh, you're

that kind of man!

How wonderful.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I'll see about putting

you up.

We'll move you

to a larger room where

you can both be comfortable.

If it's just

as convenient...

Oh, of course,

of course.

Stay where you are.

We can put Czerny

on the third floor.

We prefer

Madame Flammariors plan,

don't we, darling?

Just as you say,

Tibor.

Present the Baron

to the rest of

our guests, Georges.

Surely.

Well, Jacques?

Well, what?

I eat husbands.

Not this one.

She's in love

with him.

Are you quite sure

we were wrong?

Don't be an idiot! Georges

knows him. We nearly made

fools of ourselves.

But what about

that resemblance?

Coincidence.

We've put you in here.

Oh, what

a delightful room.

It's the bridal suite

of the chateau.

Well, in a way, this is

very like a honeymoon,

isn't it, darling?

In a way.

I feel as if I've been

hit on the head with

an old shoe.

There's a burglar alarm

there by the bed in case

of any nocturnal disturbance.

Oh, Georges,

we have no burglars!

The Czernys are tired,

we mustn't keep them up.

Good night.

Good night.

Two short rings

will rouse the house.

Thanks.

Well?

Delightful people.

I'm so glad you

ran into them.

What are you

doing here?

I flew from Budapest.

They told me at

the Ritz my wife was here.

You don't seem very pleased.

Oh, come on now,

what do you want?

Oh! I'm getting sleepy,

darling. aren't you?

Not in the least.

You know, your sudden

disappearance upset me

quite a bit.

But now it's all right.

Stop it, Skipper.

Oh, they put my pajamas

on the wrong side of the bed.

Listen. One more

button, and I'll pull

the emergency cord.

That must be

the alarm right there.

Oh, won't you please

get out of here?

Now, is that a nice way

to talk to the man whose

name you bear?

All right,

I took your name.

So what?

I'm so delighted.

It was the first name

that came into my mind.

For a very

special reason.

No, I might have

taken any other name.

I believe in Freud and

the subconscious. You chose

the name you wanted. My name.

I suppose

you're Baron Czerny.

If you're speaking about

that diabetic idiot

in Budapest,

I'm his eighth cousin

once removed,

which makes me

more of a Baron than

you are a Baroness.

Then how come

you're driving a taxi?

I climbed up to it

by easy stages.

There's nothing like

a little wife who's interested

in her husband's career.

Cut it out, Skipper.

Oh, Eve.

Please go away.

You can't run away

from what's started

between us.

I know we're right

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