That Night in Rio Page #2

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- Oh, remember you?

How could I forget?

Your... Your esprit, your joie de vivre.

The auburn waves of your hair.

But I was a brunette then.

Well, it must have been the moonlight

in your hair which deceived me.

We dined together on the terrace,

you remember, in Pernambuco.

- Oh, I recall every moment of it vividly. We had dinner.

- Yes?

If I seemed a little, eh,

shall we say, distraught...

it was because

I realized the futility...

of trying to express my feelings

for you in mere words.

- I must go now. Why don't you...

- Why, perhaps sometime you might do me the honor...

of making Rio as exciting

as Pernambuco, eh?

Pernambuco, eh?

- So you go there to fish, huh?

- But I...

Well, I think you-you...

Oh, Baron Duarte.

Pardon me.

L... I do not know what to say.

Please say that you forgive me.

- Forgive you? For what?

- For having upset you.

I thought you was Larry...

Senhor Martin.

Oh, how I envy Senhor Martin.

I wish I could arouse such violent

emotions in so beautiful a woman.

Mmm, I have heard about you, Baron.

You do not do so bad yourself, huh?

What a charming smile.

It makes me want to do better.

Perhaps you... you might do me

the honor to have supper with me.

- You are making love to me?

- Oh, what a charming notion.

- Ah.

- I must say it appeals to me too. Will you?

- No.

- I am very sorry.

- Tomorrow perhaps?

- I am very sorry.

We are...

We are both very sorry.

Perhaps we could discuss our regrets

together over a bottle of champagne.

- Oh, no, no, no. No champagne.

- All right. You will choose the wine.

Tomorrow night,

I am having a reception for...

for a distinguished foreign

diplomat, an ambassador.

Perhaps you will sing for us?

Later on, we might find a moment or two...

- for an exchange of ideas, eh?

- No, no, Baron.

No champagne and no ideas.

- You are afraid of the ambassador?

- Oh, no, not the ambassador.

- But won't you come?

- I would like to.

Thank you, thank you.

- L-I...

- But I won't.

But, Cecilia,

you saw for yourself.

Manuel escapades

are public knowledge.

Cecilia, isn't it time

for you to retaliate?

- Oh, I'm afraid I'm not that vengeful.

- But you have a right to...

When I find somebody as charming

as my husband, I'll think of my rights.

Stop preening, Pierre.

After all, you really don't think

Manuel could take you seriously?

Cecilia, you're not very flattering.

Many husbands have been

furiously jealous of me.

Well, then, why don't you

rest on your laurels?

Get yourself a wife, Pierre,

and leave me alone, hmm?

Cecilia, if I cannot be happy

with another man's wife...

how can I be happy

with one of my own?

This song oflove begins

The night they met down in Rio

In a caf by the bay

They romanced to

A midnight serenade

She told him to forget

The night they met down in Rio

And there were tears

in her eyes as they danced to

A midnight serenade

He whispered

You must be mine forevermore

And then she showed him

someone else's picture

In the tiny little locket she wore

And so he rode away

But left his heart down in Rio

All that remains of their love

are the strains of

A midnight serenade

All that remains of their love

are the strains of

A midnight

Serenade

And to think you can sing

like that too, Baroness.

Thank you.

Then you know who I am.

Whenever I see a beautiful flower,

I always learn its name.

I wanted to compliment you

on your performance this evening.

- Oh, thanks.

- Oh, pardon me.

- This is Monsieur Pierre Dufond.

- How do you do, monsieur?

- Won't you sit down?

- Hello.

Uh, yeah.

Thanks, thanks.

- I, uh, hope the baron didn't mind.

- No, he enjoyed it immensely.

- Were you nervous?

- What for?

Well, I... I saw you watching the baron.

- Well, maybe you misjudged my gaze.

- Did I?

Yes, you did, Baroness. I tried very hard to look

at the baron, but I couldn't control my eyes.

What could they possibly

have seen from that distance?

Well, they saw a very beautiful woman watching

my performance like scores of others...

daring me to show her something.

Is that right?

Well, we were talking

about what you saw.

- And then...

- Cecilia, it's getting very late. Manuel will be waiting.

I doubt it.

- And then?

- The longer I looked, the better I felt.

- Would you do something for me?

- It's done.

Would you impersonate the baron? I'd like to

hear you speak as he does when you're yourself.

Oh, well, without the makeup

and the monocle, I...

I've got it.

There is nothing

south of the Caribbean...

or north of it for that matter,

or east or west of it...

that is as lovely

as you are, Cecilia.

Then you know my name?

Oh, you forget

that I am your husband.

And that gives me the right

to hold your lovely hands...

and to kiss your tempting lips.

Oh, you're...

You're very naughty.

Oh, well, I'm sorry, Baroness.

I always get carried away in my roles.

This is a particularly good part.

Cecilia. Cecilia,

we really must go.

- Yes, I think we'd better go.

- Oh.

I hope I've given you some new ideas

to use as the baron.

You've given me some

new ideas to use as Martin.

Thank you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

You, uh, dropped

your purse, darling.

So I did, my love.

Manuel, your secretary just

brought this to the table.

Very important.

But... But you were positive

they were going to renew.

So positive that

I bought 510/0 of the stock.

Fifty-one percent?

You invested all of your money?

Oh, no, no, no. I used the bank's money.

I did not have enough of my own.

For the first time in my life,

I have speculated and lost.

As a matter of fact,

I did not regard this as a speculation.

I was as certain as anybody

could be of anything...

in this uncertain world

that Consolidated would renew.

I still cannot understand

why they won't.

Salles, Salles, hey,

control yourself, huh?

I'm sorry. I can't help it.

It's enough to make anybody twitch.

- What will the bank depositors do?

- Let's not think that far...

- Where are you going?

- We need 20 million. I'm sure I cannot get it here.

This information will not

be made public for 48 hours.

If we can replace the money in the bank

before that time, we're safe.

If not, I will do my best

to exonerate you of all blame.

- Thank heaven, it's only 510/0.

- What a happy thought, Salles.

- We'll see you at the stock exchange in the morning.

- If this doesn't leak out.

Otherwise, there will be no need

to bother about the stock exchange.

Prison will be much safer.

- Why don't you see a doctor about that lip?

- I did.

- Well?

- He told me to relax and not to worry.

Shee!

Twenty-four and a half.

- Where is the baron this morning?

- Good morning, Machado.

The baron?

He's a little late.

- Well, that is very strange.

- Strange? What's strange about that?

As his business competitor, I have known

the baron for a great many years.

He is never late,

especially at the exchange.

Well, there has to be a first time.

- Here. Weren't you ever late yourself?

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