That Night in Rio Page #3

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- Never.

It couldn't be, Penna,

that the baron...

maybe has heard some bad news

about the airmail contract...

- and is trying to pull a few wires, could it?

- You are crazy.

The trouble with you, Machado,

is that you suspect... suspect everybody.

I do. That is why I am

an investment banker.

If I didn't,

I would be just an investor.

Shh.

- I'd like to know what's going on.

- Shh. Don't whisper.

L... What's the matter?

Don't whisper, I told you,

and don't twitch.

I think Machado

suspects something.

If he gets the idea

that anything is wrong...

he will start selling

his airline stock short.

And the bank will discover our shortage

before the morning is over.

Then we can take our 510/0 and light

our cigars with it... if we have any cigars.

Now, smile.

Turn around, you fool!

Now, what were you going to say?

- Manuel is not at the bank.

- That's fine.

Just when we need him,

he disappears.

- He's probably still at home.

- Mm-hmm.

We've got to get him.

We will just ease out of the place...

as if we hadn't a care in the world.

We've got to get Manuel over here...

or that scoundrel Machado

will start asking more questions.

What if he isn't home either?

Don't blow up your bridges

till you come to them.

You fool.

- Where is he?

- Offhand, I should say he's not here, senhor.

Where-Where's the baroness?

Maybe she will know.

The baroness is out riding, senhor.

- Arthur.

- What?

He... He left a letter for you.

No, no, no.

That will be all, Pedro.

"My dear Arthur,

I failed last night...

"to get any help from the men

on whom I had counted.

"I've only one hope left... the City Bank of

Buenos Aires. I am leaving at once by plane...

and if I... don't succeed,

you will not see me again. "

He... He's going to kill himself.

"Don't worry.

I am not going to kill myself.

"But I won't return until I can pay back

every penny to our depositors.

"Remember, until this is settled

one way or the other, no one must know.

"Now, courage and don't worry.

Yours as always"...

As always...

I can't read it.

"Manuel. Manuel. "

What are we going to do now?

We've got to keep people from

becoming suspicious, especially Machado.

That's the only thing we can do

until we hear from Manuel.

Shee! I'd forgotten all...

all about the reception.

- What reception?

- For the ambassador.

And Manuel is in Buenos Aires.

We are finished.

We've got to get him back. If he's not here

tonight, everybody will suspect.

And he tells us not to worry.

The baroness

is not at home, senhor.

Oh, that's too bad. Uh, you're not

giving me the runaround, are you?

- You're sure she's not in?

- The baroness is horseback riding, senhor.

Is there something you want?

Yeah, yeah, I...

wanted to give her this.

She left it

at the Samba last night.

Well, here it is.

Say good morning to the baroness

for me, will you? Thanks.

Who shall I say called, senhor?

- My name is Larry Martin.

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- But what if we get caught?

- A few more years in jail won't make any difference.

Senhor Martin.

Come in.

Then at the reception,

you just act charming and gracious.

- My natural self, huh?

- Now, there are a few things you must learn.

- Your wife's name is Cecilia.

- Yeah, beautiful name, isn't it?

That's beside the point. Your valet

is Pedro, and the chauffeur is Oswaldo.

- Beautiful.

- If you think Pedro is beautiful, that's your affair.

- The chef is "Austregesilo. "

- Austregsilo.

- "Gsilo. "

- The maid is Luiza.

- She's very pretty and a trifle forward.

- How far forward?

Sometimes you joke with her, and

sometimes you pinch her on the cheek.

- Oh, it depends on my mood, huh?

- Your name is Manuel.

- Can you remember all that?

- It's my business. I'm an actor.

My na...

My name is Manuel.

My wife's name is Cecilia.

You two are Felicio and Arthur.

My valet is Pedro.

The chef, Austregsilo.

The chauffeur, Oswaldo.

The maid, Luiza.

Sometimes I joke with her.

Sometimes I pinch her on the... cheek.

Now I want half my money

before I start the job.

I closed my eyes.

It's perfect.

- I couldn't tell the difference.

- Wait till you hear it when I get my money.

- Please. Here you are. Nine, 10.

- Yeah.

Now, the first thing we must do

is tell the baroness.

- No... Oh, no. You tell her, and it's no go.

- Well, but listen...

No, no, no, no, no. Don't you see?

I'd get stage fright.

- I'd give a bad performance.

- All right, all right. We won't tell the baroness.

- Come, come. This door leads to your bedroom.

- Yeah?

- And this is your wardrobe. That leads to the bath.

- Yeah?

And that, of course,

is the hall door.

- Where does this door lead to?

- Eh, that leads to the baroness's room.

That's another thing. Listen, you are

on very formal terms with your wife...

always polite and courteous.

- But it ends there.

- We're not bad friends, are we?

Oh, no. You and the baroness

have a perfect understanding.

You each go your own way.

It's a simple, modern marriage.

Is that all we do here,

just, uh, stand around and grin?

That's all,

and that's hard enough.

You buy nothing.

You sell nothing.

- Same thing happens every day?

- Yes, that's the way they do business on the exchange.

There's Machado,

staring at us.

- Machado who?

- Laughing, laughing.

You know, boys. This kind of fascinates me.

Confidentially, how does it work out?

We are losing our mood.

Smile, smile.

You're wanted at the bank

at once, senhor.

- The bank?

- Yes, senhor.

Boys, boys,

you're out of character.

- I'd better wait here.

- No, no, no, no.

- You will come along. You are

in this as much as I. - Uh-huh.

You stay here, senhor. You must keep up

an appearance at all costs.

Uh, look, what do I do

while you're gone, huh?

Nothing, nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

You buy nothing.

You sell nothing. You say nothing.

Not a word to anybody.

- Understand?

- Oh, perfectly.

Come.

Look, Machado is selling

his airline stock.

He must have heard something about

the airmail contract. That's what it is.

Look, the baron

just bought 10,000 shares.

10,000?

- What a relief.

- Just think of sending for us about a trifling matter...

the manager could have

attended to himself.

He has no initiative,

that fellow.

Say, uh, who's that

fella down there?

Him? One of the traders.

- Am I supposed to know him?

- You have probably seen him around.

I was just wondering.

He kept waving at me. Friendly fella.

- And what did you do?

- Why, I waved back at him naturally.

I'm taking no chances

with any of these birds around here.

Baron, your purchase.

Thank you, Baron.

- You waved back? You...

- Shh.

You waved back?

You just bought 50,000 shares of stock...

which by tomorrow

probably will be worthless.

That's what you did.

Don't forget, gentlemen, smile.

- How do I look, Pedro?

- Like yourself, senhor. What else?

It's best to be sure.

Please, Cecilia.

Please let him think you don't know.

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