That Night in Rio Page #6

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Cecilia does not know

I'm back, does she?

You are still in Buenos Aires

as far as she's concerned.

Good. I'm still in Buenos Aires

as far as you're concerned too.

I think I will be Senhor Martin

for just a little longer.

- What do you mean by coming in here?

- No.

May I remind you again

that this is our anniversary?

The time of the most

charming memories.

Why, a little while ago,

you were so tender, so... so gracious.

You can stop pretending now.

Just remember one thing.

Downstairs, you're my husband.

Upstairs, you're Senhor Martin.

Oh, so you knew all the time, huh?

- Why, of course.

- Since you knew who I was, then I must assume...

those unmistakable signs of affection

you gave me downstairs...

were for me and not your husband.

- It was all a pretense. Good night.

- No, no. No.

Be honest with yourself, Cecilia,

as well as with me.

You haven't thought

of your husband once this evening.

I felt it when I kissed you...

and when I held you

close to me in the dance.

The light in your eyes

was not for him, Cecilia.

It was for me.

For me only.

We may have started out

to deceive others...

but let's not end by trying

to deceive ourselves, hmm?

Why, it's amazing.

Just then, you sounded

exactly like Manuel.

You seem to have acquired his...

his manner, his heart,

his mind, his...

Well, I... I have made

a study of the baron.

I do not believe that I could imitate

anybody else half so well.

I love this best of all your songs.

Please sing it for me.

Sing?

Mmm. "Boa Noite. "

"Good Night. "

No. No, I...

I cannot sing it. I cannot say it.

L... I do not feel it.

Then I'll say it for you.

Good night.

If you insist.

Larry.

You were right, my dear.

- We shouldn't deceive ourselves.

- What?

I can't fight against you

any longer, Larry.

- I'm not strong enough.

- But you must.

Uh... I mean, uh, sure.

You... You must be very,

very sure of yourself.

I've never been more sure of anything

in my life than that I love you.

Hold me tight.

Moments like these come so seldom.

Larry, we mustn't lose them.

Hold me tight. Kiss me.

Oh. Tell me that you love me.

Tell me.

I do.

Say it again.

Good night, Larry darling.

Good night.

Boa noite

Moonlit sky

Say good night

But not good-bye

Soon every star

Will be an ember

And this, another kiss

That we'll remember

Boa noite

Night is through

Soon I'll dream

And when I do

I'll dream my way

Into your arms again

So boa noite

Until

Then

Good morning, Man...

Don't tell me they've refused the loan?

Oh, I wish it were only that.

- Something far more tragic has happened.

- Good heavens!

My wife... has betrayed me.

- Shee! Impossible.

- How do you know?

Last night, my Cecilia celebrated

our anniversary with another man.

- But who was the man?

- I was the man.

You-You feel all right, Manuel?

How do you expect me to feel

after a thing like that?

I feel miserable!

Finished!

It was like a beautiful,

horrible dream...

at the same time delightful

and agonizing.

I went into her room.

I took her in my arms.

I kissed her.

She kissed me.

I was hoping against hope.

- I gambled, and I lost.

- But what did you lose?

- What's wrong with a wife kissing her own husband?

- But don't you see?

I was posing as Martin.

She thought she was kissing him.

Ah! But-But...

But she was kissing you.

As I see it, it was she

who was fooled.

I don't believe it.

She must have known.

- She didn't.

- No.

With him...

that is, with me...

she was a different woman

than she ever was with me.

What an idiot I have been.

How wonderful she is,

now that it is too late.

She's in love with this actor.

There is nothing I can do about it.

I cannot ask satisfaction of him

because that actor is me.

- That would be suicide.

- I bet she knew it was you all the time.

I've got it.

I've got it.

She just wanted to teach you

a lesson, and she did.

- You think so?

- No doubt about it.

Come to think of it,

at first she was furious.

And then, very suddenly,

she changed.

- That was the moment she discovered it was you.

- Definitely.

And right now, she's

splitting her sides over it.

- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

- Maybe so.

There is no reason why...

why I should do all the worrying.

A few gray hairs will be

very becoming to my wife.

Get me the airport

and then the baroness.

Come in.

- Good morning, Baroness.

- Good morning, Pedro.

- Lovely day, isn't it?

- Yes, Baroness.

The baron would like

to speak with you.

- Well, why doesn't he come in?

- He's on the telephone.

Oh, the telephone.

Please take this, Pedro.

Good morning, Manuel.

Why didn't you say good-bye to me

before you left for the office?

Oh, I am sorry, my dear.

I came here straight from the airport.

You... You mean you weren't

home last night?

I mean, you...

you just arrived?

Oh, yes, about a half hour ago.

What's... What's the matter, my dear?

You seem a little upset.

Upset? No.

Why should I be upset?

Well, you sound a bit upset.

Didn't you sleep well?

Per-Perfectly.

Perfectly.

Good-bye.

Oh!

Oh!

Would you get me

the airport? Quickly.

Hello. Hello, may I speak

to the manager, please?

Hello. This is

the Baroness Duarte speaking.

Would you please tell me what time

the baron's plane landed in Rio?

Just a moment, please.

It's the baroness.

She's checking up on him.

The plane arrived

at 11:
20 this morning.

This morning? No.

No. It must have arrived last night.

It... It's very important.

Bad weather forced him down

400 miles from here.

Last night was

a very bad night, Baroness.

Oh. Oh, yes.

Oh.

Come in.

- Oh, Pedro, did you see the baron this morning?

- Yes, Baroness.

Was there anything...

anything unusual about him?

I mean, did he act as usual?

He acted very strangely,

senhora. Very strangely.

- How? In what way?

- In many ways.

One:
He does not take his shower.

Two:
He does not eat his breakfast.

Three:
He does not shave.

Four:
He does something

he has never done before.

He shouts at me!

He shouts at me.

If you ask me...

and you did...

I should say the baron

was not himself this morning.

He... He was another man.

- A-Another man?

- Another man.

Call the baron's pilot

and have him come here at once.

- He is already here, senhora.

- Here?

Yes. He just brought

the baron's bags.

- Show him in.

- Yes, Baroness.

Eca.

- Good morning, Baroness.

- Good morning, Eca.

Eca, when did the baron

return to Rio?

We landed at about, uh...

about 20 minutes past 11:00.

- Last night?

- No, Baroness. This morning.

Oh. This morning.

Isn't it strange? I had a funny feeling

the baron returned last night.

I suppose the wish

was father to the thought.

Perhaps the baroness dreamed it.

Oh, no, Eca.

No, it wasn't a dream.

Thank you.

Oh.

Fifteen minutes since I telephoned.

She's just had time

to interview Eca and...

Ah! See?

Cecilia.

Baron Duarte speaking.

Oh, yes.

Buenos Aires.

Ye-Yes. Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Thank you.

Don't bother.

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