Mr. Arkadin Page #2

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- Mm-hmm.

- Don't use my name.

Oh, Guy, be careful.

You just tell him that if he's interested,

a meeting can be arranged.

Look, it's different for me.

I'm a girl, and he's a man.

- Will you please stop -

- Well, I can handle him!

I hope so!

There must be an opening

for a bright young man...

in some company

that Arkadin happens to control.

Stranger things than that

have happened in big business.

Sure. Come to think of it,

who knows how Mr. Arkadin got started?

Started? I didn't even know

what we were really after.

Some of that Arkadin money,

of course, but how?

Shake him down? What about?

Some name a guy whispered to Mily

that Mily'd forgotten?

I not only knew it was crazy,

but the closest I could even get to Arkadin...

was that yacht of his.

The Raina, it was called,

after his daughter.

She's quite some dame, Raina.

- A real looker.

- With her money, she wouldn't need to be.

No, Arkadin thinks everybody's

after her for his dough.

- And he's wrong about you?

- All I wanted was to use her to get close to him.

That is, at first.

- And now it's love.

- Will you let me tell this in my own way?

Raina's been to some

high-class schools in America...

but she's, well, tough.

No illusions about anything.

Then there's her boyfriend,

a long drink of cold water...

called the marquis

or something or other.

The marquis of Rutleigh.

But I don't think it's anything serious.

Oh. How come she's not

at his party?

It isn't the kind of party

you ask your daughter to.

- That the telephone switchboard back there?

- Yes, right over there.

- Good.

- Excuse me, darling.

I seem to be wanted on the telephone.

- Awful bore.

- Okay.

- Uh, excuse me. Would you like to dance?

- No, I'm sorry.

Your friend's gonna be some time

on the long-distance phone.

How do you know Bob's

taking a long-distance call?

Who would know better?

I put the phone call in myself.

You gonna be stuffy about it, or shall we

start dancing right now and save some time?

Ecoutez! Operator!

With her British

boyfriend occupied on the telephone...

Raina and me were just getting

nicely acquainted.

Then we got the bad news.

Mr. Arkadin-

he was waiting for her in the car...

and the message was

that it was getting kind of late.

Yes, but how did he learn

that you were here - and so quickly?

He runs the greatest

private spy system on Earth.

Yes, I know that,

but when am I going to see you next?

- I'm leaving for Spain in the morning.

- Are you flying?

- In Father's plane? No.

- Oh, driving yourself.

- Getting an early start before dawn.

- I say, it sounds perfectly frightful.

- There he is, in the car.

- Your father?

- Better get back inside.

- I say, but look here, old girl -

- I'd rather he didn't see us together.

- Oh, all right.

- Oh, excuse me, old man. So sorry.

- Okay.

Hey, that's quite a coincidence.

I mean, you going to Spain tomorrow.

I'm going there myself, you know.

- Small world, isn't it?

- Yeah.

Hi, Pops. How was your party?

It wouldn't be so tough to

get stuck on a doll like that, dough or no dough.

But romance

wasn't any part of my plan.

Plan? The truth is,

I didn't have any plan.

I was just knocking myself out, chasing

somethin' I didn't have any idea what it was.

But daybreak, there I was,

in front of the Arkadin villa...

hitching myself a ride to Spain.

I threw Raina a line about how my own car

just happened to break down there...

and would she please give me a lift?

But just then I noticed

some character spying on me.

Oh, that?

He's one of my father's secretaries.

He has all kinds of secretaries.

Some of them double as vice presidents.

That one's a masseur, and there's Rico.

He's in charge of ladies' telephone numbers.

But that's something I'm not supposed

to know about, of course.

Well, they all seemed

to be very interested in who it was...

that was bumming a ride

with the boss's daughter.

It was quite some ride at that.

She really made time.

And so did I.

Well, that's a castle in Spain, for sure.

Thanks for the lift.

- You're spending the night here?

- I wanna try and talk the local hotel

into giving me a bed.

I'll show you where it is.

- It's either that or-

- Or what?

Or we develop a sick headache

or leaky carburetor or something like that...

and we'd be forced to spend the night

the other side of the border.

- Uh-oh. Here comes the ogre.

- Ogre? What's that?

- The ogre's my nickname for Pops.

- Oh, your father.

- Didn't you ever read any fairy tales?

- No, not many.

You know, "Fee, fie, fo, fum,

I smell the blood of an Englishman.

Be he alive or be he dead,

I'll grind his bones to make my bread."

And that's an ogre, huh?

Some kind of a bogeyman.

If you meet my father,

you'll see what I mean.

"If"? You mean, when I meet him.

- That's him up there, huh? That plane?

- Yes. He flew to Tangiers this morning.

Now he's joining me here

to get ready for our famous masked ball.

That's not till Sunday night. Good.

- What's good about it?

- Gives us almost a week.

- For what?

- Getting better acquainted.

- Don't tell me you're staying on.

- I'm going to your party.

- I don't believe it.

- Well, why not?

- You know all your guests personally?

- Of course not.

- Well, you know me.

- Do I?

Maybe not yet, honey, but you're going to.

- What's so comical?

- I like your being tough.

It's just too bad

you're such a cornball.

- I've been looking for you.

- So were Father's secretaries.

- The who?

- And please stop smoking.

- On account of those charges in the hoods?

- Shh!

I thought the masquerade

wasn't until Sunday.

- It's a religious procession.

- Ah.

- They're Penitentes.

- What?

- If you'll keep quiet, I'll explain it to you.

- Uh-huh.

Look. Some of them are barefoot.

Others have chains.

- Excuse me a minute.

- I thought you were looking for me.

I just spotted somebody down in the crowd

I ought to say hello to.

The girl in the sweater

who was waving to you?

Mily? As a matter of fact, I think she's down here

to get on that cruise your father's giving.

- She's more a friend of his.

- Well, she's his type.

Yeah, but, uh -

Thanks for dragging yourself away

from your new girlfriend. I'd ask-

I heard you were in town

at the local hotel.

I'd ask what she's got for you that I haven't got,

except I happen to know the answer-

- a couple of hundred million dollars.

- Will you please be quiet?

- What gives with those crazy Klu Kluxers?

- They're Penitentes.

Yeah, I know. But what are they

dressed up like that for?

They're doing penance.

It means they're sorry for their sins.

They must be awful sorry.

Well?

Did you get on that cruise yet?

What do you think I came to Spain for,

to see you?

Look, Mily, I've been thinking this thing over.

I think maybe we ought to forget it.

- Guy!

- Coming!

Forget it? You're going after Arkadin's money in

your own way- through his daughter- aren't you?

Well, you'd better watch your step

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