That Night in Rio Page #4

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Our futures,

our lives depend upon it.

No. No, I won't do it.

If you don't, it's the end

of everything for Manuel.

Good evening, Cecilia.

Good evening... Manuel.

- And how are you gentlemen this evening?

- Splendid.

Oh, it's... it's a glorious night.

Happy anniversary, my dear.

Why, what's the matter, darling?

Oh, I'm so surprised

that you remembered.

Our anniversary?

How could I forget?

Perhaps the same way you forgot

last year and the year before.

Last year?

Oh, well, I-I have not been

myself for the past two years.

Are you quite

yourself now, Manuel?

Oh, yes. Quite, quite.

I'm sure you've been overworked.

My poor Manuel.

Oh. Oh, it's exquisite.

Oh.

How did you know

about the anniversary?

Pedro told me. I thought the necklace

was the least I could do.

- Well, uh, you don't expect us to reimburse you for it, huh?

- I don't.

- That's fine.

- I charged it to the baron already.

- It looks very expensive.

- It must've cost 10,000.

- No, mon dieu. Twenty.

- Shee.

How does it look, Manuel?

- I think it's the most

beautiful thing I've ever seen.

It is not the most beautiful

thing I have ever seen.

You know, Cecilia,

this is my anniversary too.

Isn't it?

I think I'd better go see

if everything's ready in the garden.

Excu... Excuse me.

- We expect you to behave like a gentleman.

- Definitely.

Whatever you say, gentlemen.

I was giving an inspired performance.

But if you want a run-of-the-mill,

it's okay by me.

Shee.

You finished now?

- And he's still not here.

- He can't be here tonight.

- He called the manager. He got laryngitis.

- Laryngitis... What means that?

- That means he's out with another woman.

- That's a lie!

Sure, he is.

- Where lives Baron Duarte?

- Why?

- Where?

- In the white house near the praa. Why?

You're not going to see the baron?

They will throw you out.

- You think so, huh?

- What else?

Well, you see that? He invite me to come.

See? He beg me on his knees.

No, no. No, you don't go.

You love your Larry too much.

You wouldn't even look at another man.

You think so?

I show you.

- You're really going?

- Tonight, I get for myself some laryngitis.

- Welcome, Your Excellency.

- I'm delighted to see you, my dear Baron.

This is indeed a great honor,

Your Excellency.

The greatest honor that has

ever been bestowed upon me.

To think that a man of your position

would deign to set foot in my humble house.

Why, Manuel, one would think

His Excellency had never visited us before.

Ah. It seems that each time...

I- I am overwhelmed

all over again.

It is just like seeing

a great actor...

always different,

yet always the same.

You're much too kind, my dear Baron.

I'm afraid you would sound

much more convincing...

if you didn't have so lovely

a wife to console you while I'm away.

Baron, well, at last

I've caught up with you.

I've been trying to talk with you all day,

but you have acted so strange that...

Hello, Machado.

How are you?

- Fancy seeing you here, of all people.

- Yes, yes. Thank you, Salles.

Salles, please. L...

I'm trying... to talk

to the baron, please.

I know you, you old devil.

You've got as keen an eye for the girls...

as any blade in Rio.

- Come, come. I'll show you a beautiful girl.

- No, no. I want no girl.

Oh, so that's the fellow

I'm not supposed to talk to, huh?

Not one word. And whatever you do,

don't let him get you alone.

Don't worry. I'm gonna devote the rest

of the evening exclusively to my wife.

Excuse me, senhor.

May I speak to you alone?

There's a young lady to see you, senhor.

I showed her into the library.

Oh, no. I don't want to see

any young ladies. Send her away.

But that's easier said than done, senhor.

She's quite persistent.

And she might make a most unpleasant scene.

If I might suggest, senhor...

- you are so adept in such matters...

- How do you know?

Oh, I am.

Yes, of course. I am.

I have never been in the service

of any gentleman who could...

handle them so easily,

coming or going.

Oh, I'm quite a fellow, huh?

All right, I will see her.

I suppose that's part of the job.

Oh, hardly a job, senhor.

A pleasure.

- The young lady is most... engaging.

- Oh.

- Carmen!

- You are surprised I am here, Baron?

Oh, yes. Surprised

and delighted, senhorita.

As a matter of fact,

my dear Carmen...

I did not expect to see you again under...

under such delightful circumstances.

I thought you were too much in love

with this charming American fellow, Martin.

And I cannot say that I blame you.

Oh, he is so handsome, so gifted...

- so...

- So big ugly pig.

Oh, really?

Well, when a woman talks so...

so viciously about a man...

it can be for one reason:

She loves him.

Well, I am here, no?

Ah, I was right. You are still thinking

about your Larry, eh?

Bah! That ham.

Oh, yes. Yes, you are.

I felt it when I kissed you. I actually felt

Martin in your arms when I held you in mine.

No, no, no, no. Do not worry.

I am not offended.

On the contrary, I like to see

a woman in love with one man.

Oh, it is so rare, so exciting.

Love him?

I hate him.

I do not come here

to talk about him.

I come here to talk...

about you.

Oh, you make me very happy

when you say that, Carmen.

Please.

Mmm, you are wonderful, Carmen.

I love you. Never have I known

anybody like you. Never, Carmen.

You are right.

That Martin is a ham...

a cheap, common, vulgar,

nightclub clown.

Oh, what a terrible life

he must have led you.

But why do you talk about him

when we are here together?

- Well, does that mean...

- It means, kiss me. And kiss me, kiss me, Baron.

Close your eyes, and I will kiss you...

like you have never been kissed before.

You're lying. You thought I was the baron.

All right, all right.

So you knew who I was.

- But what did you come here

for in the first place?

That's a fine question.

You know what I'm doing here.

I'm impersonating the baron.

That's what I'm doing.

What for, his wife?

Oh, well, now,

that's a nice question, isn't it?

And about a charming lady like that.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

That's the thanks I get. Here I am,

breaking my back in this makeup...

trying to make a little extra dough

to buy you a fur rag, and you...

For me? Oh, Larry,

I am so sorry.

- What? Again?

- You forgive me?

Well, after this, don't go around

thinking things that make even me blush.

Oh, I will be so good.

Yeah, I bet you will.

- All right, I forgive you.

But this is the last time.

Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What if somebody should come in here

and see you in the baron's arms?

Ah, let them worry about that.

But, Cecilia, you've refused to dance

with me at least 10 times this evening.

I insist upon knowing why.

Does the obvious ever become

obvious to you, Pierre?

After all, 10 times

should be convincing.

Besides, I'm having

this dance with my husband.

You run along, baby, and I'll duck

out of here just as soon as I ca...

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