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Midnight Page #5
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- 1939
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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,
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...
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
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.
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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