Monte Carlo Page #5

Just as if nothing had happened.

Well, that's pretty good.

Do you know what I thought last night?

I thought you loved me. | Can you beat that?

One often does things at night | one regrets the next morning.

Yes. And maybe ashamed of too, hmm?

Please. Now, won't you | try to understand?

After all, there is | a little difference between us.

The only difference between us is that | you're a woman, and I'm a man. That's all.

Oh, I'm afraid not. | I happen to be a countess.

Yes, and I'm a - | I'm a hairdresser.

All right. I am a hairdresser.

Yes, that's me, and what of it?

Now I'll tell you something else.

I fell in love with you because | I thought you were the perfect woman.

Now I know you're only a conceited | countess and not much of a woman.

And to me you're not a man at all.

What's this? | I'm not a man?

No, not in my opinion.

Well, we'll see about that.

All right. | Now I'm not a man.

- Come here! | - Open the door, and leave the room.

Move another step, | and I'll call for help.

Let go of me. | Take your hand away.

You brute.

I'll scream so everybody will hear me.

Oh. That's what you get | for being nice to your servants.

Good-bye.

And now, madame, | forget all about this...

As you will, no doubt, | by nightfall.

I have already forgotten it.

Madame Renee's Beauty Parlor.

A hairdresser named Rudolph?

No, not with us. I'm sorry.

United Hair Service.

Who? Rudolph?

No. There's no one here | by that name.

What? He also answers | to the name of Rudy?

No.

Well, I'm sorry, madame, but, uh -

No. I -

Just one moment, please.

Hello?

Are you looking for | a hairdresser called Rudolph?

Mm-hmm. Tell me.

What does he look like?

Oh, he looks marvelous.

I see.

What? Oh, you want your hair dressed | to go to the opera tonight.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry. I don't know him. | I'll send you another hairdresser.

What?

You don't want anybody else.

Oh, but, madame, | we have lots of good men here.

Hmm?

There's no one like him?

Oh, madame, that's just | your personal opinion.

Yes.

Well, if nobody else will do, | I'm afraid you'll never get to the opera.

Good-bye.

Helene, it's 8.00. | The opera will begin.

Helene, the opera has begun.

Will you please stop | making me nervous?

You know I can't go | until my hair is dressed.

But, darling, you look | so beautiful the way it is.

Nonsense. And that shows how much | you know about women.

All day long I've worn myself out | trying to find Rudolph.

- Other men would appreciate that! | - B-B-But, darling -

Will you please do me a favor? | Go to the opera. I'll join you.

I promise I'll do everything I can | to find Rudolph.

And when you do find him -

Oh, when I do find him | I'll never let him out of my sight.

How dare you leave | without asking Countess Mara.

If it happens again, I'll fire you.

Just a minute. | Is he your hairdresser or mine?

Oh, go to - go to the opera. | Immediately!

Very well, darling.

I'm too nervous.

She's very nervous.

Take your time.

Rudolph.

Rudy.

Do you know that I've been | looking for you all day?

So they told me.

- And do you know why? | - Madame wants to go to the opera.

No. I don't want to go to the opera.

No? Then there was no need | for me to have come.

- Oh, yes, there was. | - Madame, I'm here for one reason only.

Strictly business.

- So - | - Madame...

What you have done to me | shall never be forgotten.

But business is business.

I had made up my mind | never to enter this room again.

But when I heard you were | going to the opera, I said to myself...

"Rudolph, here's your chance -

one you can't afford to lose."

Madame, as a hairdresser...

I have the greatest interest | that you see this opera tonight.

What do you mean?

I'll dress your hair | as I've never dressed it before.

You'll be so beautiful, | you won't know yourself.

And when you sit in the box with | His Grace, Duke Otto von Liebenheim...

All Monte Carlo will look at you.

All the ladies will envy you and say, | "Who is this great artist...

"Who can make a woman | look as beautiful as that?

We must find him."

And they will. | I'll see to that.

You mean I'll be an advertisement for you?

Yes, madame.

- So that all the ladies will come to you? | - Yes, madame.

- The blondes? | - Yes.

- The brunettes? | - Yes.

- And the redheads? | - Yes, madame.

Oh, no!

This is the way I'm going to the opera.

Yes, and I'll show myself everywhere.

In the balcony, in the orchestra, | on the staircase, in the lobby.

And when anybody asks me who did it, | I'll tell them you did it.

I'm going to ruin you.

# I love but you alone #

# I am forever your own #

# No matter what betide #

#No one can divide us #

# Desist, Lady Mary #

# Do you know | this man is not a nobleman #

# He is a hairdresser #

#A common barber #

#A barber, a barber, a barber | A common barber #

# I am a mere hairdresser #

# I confess #

# But if I am #

# Do you love me #

#The less ##

- Hello, darling. | - Hello.

- Have I missed very much? | - Oh, no, no. Only the first and second act.

- I'm glad your hairdresser- | - Please don't mention him.

I don't want to hear another word | about hair or hairdressers.

What's the opera about?

I asked you what the opera was about.

It's - It's all about a - a hairdresser.

Well, I - I can't help it.

L- I didn't write it.

- Do you want to go somewhere else? | - No.

What's the matter with this hairdresser?

Oh. It's a silly story, | only possible with music.

Imagine a lady falling in love | with a hairdresser.

That's possible even without music.

Things like that happen every day.

I should say so.

Tell me, uh, d-did - did she marry him?

Oh, no. She had no idea | he was a hairdresser.

- She's only just found it out. | - Then, uh, what did she do?

- What could she do? | - She threw him out, of course.

She'll regret it.

Such stupidity.

Oh, yes. She'll discover her mistake.

But then, of course, it'll be too late.

It's always too late then.

Think of a woman falling in love | with a man, then throwing him out.

Well, there's no good end to that.

Shall I tell you how it ends? | She'll marry a duke.

It serves her right.

- Is that the woman? | - Yes.

I don't like her. | She isn't even pretty.

And look at the way she's dressed.

And this woman has the nerve | to throw a man out.

She's crazy.

# Lady Mary, tell me#

# Should he come back to you | what would you do? #

#What would you do? #

#The same as before #

# I'd drive him away #

# Good sires and ladies #

# Prepare to make apologies #

# For a grievous mistake #

#The man we knew | as the barber Beaucaire #

#Is not a barber #

#And not Beaucaire #

# He is a prince #

#A prince of France #

#He is a prince #

- # He is a prince # | - #The barber is a prince #

- #The barber is a prince # | - # He is a prince #

# He is a prince | He is a prince #

#He is a prince | He is a prince #

- # He is a prince # | - # He is a prince #

- # He is a prince # | - #He is a prince #

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