The Song of Songs Page #2

of my beloved saying...

'Open to me my love,

my undefiled."'

- Mercy on us!

- Oh, I know what she means.

I know it because

I feel it inside.

I mean, it is the voice of my beloved,

that's what I mean.

Hold that pose!

Now, don't move.

Yes.

Yes, that's wonderful.

Yes, there's my statue,

and we'll call it The Song of Songs.

- Oh, really?

- Think of it!

What luck to find just what I've been

looking for in old Rasmussen's book shop.

Take your clothes off.

What?

Take your- Well, what's the matter?

What's the matter?

I can't take my clothes off.

- Why? Why can't you?

- Why, I-

I'd be undressed.

Well, what do you

expect to be?

All you need is the face.

Everything is in the face.

Oh, I see. You're going to

tell me how to do it now.

No, but- but-

Oh, now, now, now,

look here.

You mustn't think of me as a man.

Don't you realize that?

Why, a-a model means

no more to me than a tree.

All I see is the-the-the

thing she creates.

- Look, what's your name?

- Lily.

Well, now, Lily, don't irritate me

with silly prejudices.

I see you as an artist.

You must believe that, Lily.

I mean- Well, I mean,

you must believe that.

- Yes, I think I believe that.

- Good. Well, now, come on.

You see that curtain?

Well, you can undress behind there.

Now, wait a minute.

Take this and put it around you.

There's a good girl.

Now, don't be long.

Oh, there you are.

That's right. Step up there.

You can drop the smock.

It's cold.

Cold?

I hadn't noticed it.

Well? Well?

Are you going to stand like that?

What about the voice of your beloved?

Why don't you listen to it?

It's pretty hard to listen

when you are as embarrassed as I am.

Oh, you'll get used to it.

And what's more, I'm freezing.

You'll get used to that too.

I don't understand

how I ever got into this.

Now, look here.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute and take it easy.

You don't have to do this,

you know, if you don't want to.

Hmm?

Well, all right.

You put your clothes on

and go home.

No. I said I'd do it,

and I will do it.

That's the way to talk! Good!

Lily!

Close the window!

Lily!

An earthquake

wouldn't wake her.

The brat!

Lily!

Lily!

Lily!

Lily!

Oh!

Oh!

All right.

That's enough for now.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Next the clay,

and then the marble.

- The Song of Songs in marble.

- Was I all right?

You were fine at first.

You got a bit tired later.

Come in.

- Am I welcome?

- Yes, of course. Come in, Baron.

I saw your light so I thought

I'd drop in to see what you were up to.

- Well, I've been working.

- Good! It's about time.

There's the beginning

of your statue, Baron.

Mmm. Not bad.

- Do you see any idea to it?

- She's a little beauty.

Oh. That's all you see, eh?

It's enough for me.

- Oh, is she, uh, here?

- Yes. Yes, she's in there.

Oh. Not, uh-

Not overdone?

- As good as this, really?

- Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm!

Ah. A pretty face as well

as the hidden charms.

- I'd like to meet the young lady.

- Mmm. Oh, Lily.

This is Colonel von Merzbach.

Lily. How do you do, my dear?

How do you do?

So you are to be

our young friend's inspiration, huh?

Oh, these artists are privileged people.

- I think I'd better go.

- If I thought I'd frightened you away...

I'd never forgive myself.

You know, I'm not

altogether an intruder.

The statue our young friend

is to do of you...

will belong to me.

I've already paid him for it.

- But it's late. I must go.

- Oh, that's a pity.

But no doubt

we shall meet again.

Now that I've seen you, the statue

will interest me more than ever.

Goodbye.

Well, tomorrow night?

- But-

- The same time.

A lovely girl.

Lovely.

Where have you been?

Where have you been?

Sneaking out of my house!

I'll show you!

Where did you find her?

Oh, I, uh-

I just found her.

She's not

a professional model?

Oh, no, no.

She works in the book shop

across the street. Why?

She interests me.

Of course, my dear Richard, if there is

any reason why I shouldn't be interested-

Oh, none at all.

She means nothing to me.

Fine.

Because she interests me

very much.

Very much.

"Mrs Rasmussen," he said...

"you have a very beautiful daughter."

"She's my niece," I said.

Then he gives his

moustaches a twist...

and he asks

would I be offended...

if he was to show

his admiration...

by making you a little present.

Old fool.

And him a colonel too.

I said, "I don't allow my niece

to accept presents from gentlemen.

"But," I says,

"she sometimes takes

a little rum with her tea."

And I said, "I see no harm

if you'd care to send her some."

And he-

It's the very best kind.

It comes from Jamaica.

I suppose you

never heard of Jamaica.

No, Tante Rasmussen.

It's a place in Asia Minor.

A drop of rum in your tea

is supposed to build up your strength...

only the doctor says

you must take it...

after you've got into bed

and be sure to keep well covered...

as it's heating to the blood...

and you're liable

to take a chill.

You can bring it now, my child.

Bring the bottle too.

You're a good girl, Lily.

If I'm severe

with you sometimes...

it's because I have

your own welfare at heart.

We've forgotten the sugar.

Uh, j-j-just half a spoonful, dear.

Thank you, darling.

You weren't very nice

to the Baron yesterday morning.

Now, next time he comes,

I want you to smile and be civil.

- Yes, Tante Rasmussen.

- Goodnight, darling.

- You can go to bed now.

- Thank you. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Say your prayers.

- I will.

Ah!

Jamaica.

- Ah!

- I know, I know.

Late again.

Third time this week.

I don't see anything funny

about keeping a man waiting.

- And what's that?

- Flowers.

- Well, where did you get them?

- A man.

- Oh, the Baron, I suppose.

- Oh, no.

- Who, then?

- I don't know him.

I met him downstairs

in the street.

Do you mean to say you accepted flowers

from a stranger in the street?

Oh, he was

such a handsome man!

What's that

got to do with it?

Nothing.

I never heard

of such a thing.

A perfect stranger

and you accept-

Why-Why, i-it's

positively indecent.

Jealous?

I? Oh!

Certainly not.

It's nothing to me

what you do.

You sounded jealous.

Don't be ridiculous.

Well, come on, come on.

Let's get to work.

Well?

Aren't they lovely?

Let's get to work.

- Oh, smell them!

- Oh, come here!

Look what you've done.

And I bought them for you.

Oh. Hmm. Well, thanks.

Well, let's get to work, shall we?

Oh, yeah. All right.

Uh, ready, then.

Are you warm enough?

Yes.

I finally found

the coal man.

Told him if he didn't

deliver some coal I'd-

Told him I'd, uh-

Hmm.

Told him something.

No. You, uh-

You've turned too far.

No, this way.

Look.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Santa

Lucia

You were off-key.

Well, I can't sing, row the boat

and admire you all at the same time.

- Something has to go.

- Why don't you throw me overboard?

Now, that's a good idea.

Why didn't I think of that before?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Come on.

Now, gently does it.

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