Nancy Goes to Rio Page #8
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- 1950
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- We were discussing Nancy.
- Oh, yes.
Mr. Berten, I would like
to come right to the point.
Nancy's told me a little about you,
but I'd like to know a great deal more.
That's a wonderful idea.
I would like to know something
about your background, your family.
Well, there isn't much to tell, really.
I have the usual number of parents.
Then I suppose you're well qualified
to take care of a wife and child?
To tell the truth,
I haven't given it much thought lately.
Well, don't you think
it's about time you did?
You know, I've never met anyone
quite like you.
You're so frank.
Well, I see no reason why two people
You're absolutely right.
I can't wait to show you around.
There's a place called Little Paquet Island.
In the moonlight...
The hospital just phoned.
They want you right away.
Your friend, Mr. Rogers,
has been in a terrible accident.
- He has a broken neck.
- Oh, how awful.
Tell him to forget it.
I mean, it's probably
not a very serious broken neck.
Thank you, George.
FRANCES:
Aren't you going to him?- Believe me, it's nothing.
He's always breaking his neck.
Now, where were we?
We were discussing Nancy.
Oh, yes. You know that Nancy has
the most wonderful mother in the world?
Mr. Berten.
I'll never stop being grateful to her
for bringing us together.
- Do you know what you're saying?
- If it hadn't been for Nancy...
Let's drink a toast.
To the three of us,
happy times ahead.
Happy times ahe...? Well, I've never...
Really, I've never...
Mr. Berten, come quickly.
Your house is burning.
- Thank you, George.
- Hadn't you better go?
- It's a very small house.
- But it's burning big.
I'm sorry about all this.
Excuse me just a minute.
- The house was an inspiration, no?
- No.
- No?
- No.
Here. Maybe this will put out the fire.
Now, George, please,
no more interruptions.
- I wanna be alone.
- I think you have got your wish.
[TAPPING]
Father? Father?
Father, what on earth are you doing?
I was just getting in some practice
in case I run into that Berten fella.
- That will be all, Alfredo.
- If you pardon the expression, sir...
- ... you are a sucker for a right cross.
- Oh, really? Well, I...
Well, good night.
You'd better get to bed.
Thank you, sir. Good night, madam.
- Good night, Alfredo.
- Good night.
- Aren't you being a little melodramatic?
- Well, I'm not taking any chances. I...
- Well, how'd it go?
- We didn't settle anything.
You were right,
you should've come with me.
- What's this fella like?
- He's wonderful.
- What?
- I mean, he's terrible.
Dangerously attractive and full of charm.
No wonder the child lost her head,
any woman could fall in love with him.
- You don't say?
- Yes. How is Nancy feeling?
Oh, under the circumstances,
she's feeling fine.
It's very strange.
I never would've thought
he was the kind of...
I guess I don't know very much
about men.
Well, it's never too late to learn,
I always say.
- Good night, darling.
- Good night.
You better wait.
- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.
- Is Miss Elliott in?
ALFREDO:
I'll see, sir.- The name, please?
PAUL:
Berten. Paul Berten.Mr. Berten is here, sir.
You don't know me,
but my name is Paul...
- Bravo, sir. Very good.
- Grandfather.
Oh, Paul, are you all right?
- Yeah, fine.
- How could you?
- Who is that?
- My grandfather.
Should they be letting him
run around loose?
You have no right to do this.
I'm not a child anymore.
- She's not a child anymore.
- I'm a grown-up woman.
- She's a grown-up woman.
- I have the right to choose my own man.
- Does it hurt very much?
- No, it's...
Oh, my poor darling.
I'll get my first-aid kit.
Don't you dare touch him
till I come back.
A little higher with the left, sir.
- I place these in a vase, sir.
- Thank you.
Sit down, son.
You and I better have a little talk.
Say, tell me something, will you?
Is there any insanity in this family?
No, not that I know of.
- Any in yours?
- I'm not so sure anymore.
Up until last week,
I was a peaceful, happy citizen.
Then I met Nancy and I seem
to have become a punching bag.
- Now, I haven't the vaguest notion why.
- You met Nancy when?
Last week, on the boat.
- It's a very strange thing, but...
- Wait minute. Now, she...
- You never knew her before?
- Who?
- Nancy.
- Of course not.
What are you driving at?
- Wait, you don't think that I'm the one...
- Well, now, I...
- She seems very anxious to marry you.
- Oh, no.
Look here, when did she tell you
that she was going to have a...?
Well, she didn't exactly tell me.
She was talking to herself
on the boat deck.
What did she say?
Something about a guy
running away...
...but she was going to have the baby.
Now wait a minute.
"And she was never going to love again. "
- But it didn't matter.
- "And life was over. "
- Say, how do you know?
- Well, look, look.
"He's run away with her.
She can never hold him.
I'm glad I'm going to have the baby. "
And you thought that...?
Sorry, but we all thought...
That's why her mother wanted to see me.
No wonder she ran out on me.
Will you excuse me?
There's another mystery I got to solve.
- About Frances?
- Yes... No, around here, it's Nancy, 2-to-1.
Here, boy, have a cigar.
No, no, here, here, have two cigars.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Come in.
- Oh, hello, Father.
- Hello, dear.
- Paul's here.
- Oh, really?
I don't think I can face him.
You talk to him, Father.
Well, as matter of fact,
we did have quite a chat.
- He's a wonderful fella, all right.
- He's a what?
Oh, I guess you were right about him.
He... Any girl would be lucky to get him.
- Father, after what he's done?
- What he's done?
- He's behaved like a gentlemen.
- Gentleman?
While the rest of us have been
making idiots of ourselves.
- What are you talking about?
- I'll tell you what I'm talking about.
- Paul just met Nancy last week.
- What?
- And she's not having the baby.
- But Nancy practically admitted it.
She admitted nothing of the kind.
What happened was Paul heard her
rehearsing some lines from the play.
The play she came down here to rehearse.
The one about the South Sea Islands.
The situation in that play
is like the situation in yours.
She's having a baby.
She and this fella
are captured by headhunters...
...and they're all going to be boiled in oil.
Oh, darling, I should be boiled in oil.
You know, I feel like getting boiled myself.
Come on, let's go downstairs.
NANCY [SINGING]:
Embrace me
My sweet embraceable you
Embrace me
You irreplaceable you
Just one look at you
You and you alone
Bring out the Gypsy in me
I love all
The many charms
About you
Above all
I want my arms
About you
Don't be a naughty baby
Come to mama
Come to mama
My sweet
Embraceable
You
My sweet
Embraceable
You
- That's fine.
- Oh, thank you.
- Hello.
- Hello, Mr. Berten.
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