Trouble in Paradise Page #5

I am only insinuating

that you are nervous.

- Nervous? Why should I be nervous?

- I don't know, Monsieur Giron.

Are you trying to say there is anything

in these figures to make me nervous?

No, not at all.

- We'll keep the papers here.

- But...

And tomorrow I'll call you

at your office and tell you all

about the La Valles of Marseilles.

- I, uh...

- And there won't be any tea party

to interrupt us.

Good-bye, Monsieur Giron.

Do you know who's here?

Come in.

Monsieur La Valle, Monsieur Filiba

would like very much to see you.

In a moment.

- Filiba?

- Yes, Filiba.

- Venice, Grand Hotel,

room two fifty-three...

- Five, seven and nine!

Yes. Now, don't worry.

- I wanted to say good-bye to you.

- Good-bye, Monsieur Filiba.

But... before I go

and before I say good-bye,

I want to ask you one question.

- Have you ever been in Venice?

- No.

- You've never been in Venice?

- No.

- Have you ever been in Vienna?

- No.

- Amsterdam? Constantinople?

- No. No.

- You've never been in Constantinople?

- No.

- But you have been in Venice?

- Yes.

Then let me tell you, Venice can't

compare with Constantinople.

I don't care what you say.

In Constantinople at least

you have streets, sultans,

pashas, turbans...

- And harems, hmm?

- All kinds.

Well, Constantinople.

Elysee 7689.

We have to clear out.

Railroad station?

Ticket office, please.

- Did he recognize you?

- No, no, not yet.

Two tickets to Berlin,

first-class and sleeper.

Night train. Right. Right.

Leave them in the name of

el seor Ignacio Fernandez.

Right. Thank you.

- Spanish passports.

- Correct. Now the train leaves...

At 12:
20, I know. Roquet 2471.

Two more days and we'd have had

750,000 francs more.

We'll have to take what's here.

A bird in hand is worth two in jail.

Hello, is this the Spanish consulate?

This is la seora de Ignacio Fernandez.

- How long will it take you

to clean up the place?

- I don't know.

Fortunately she has a dinner

engagement tonight. I'll meet

you at the station, midnight.

Hello. Yes?

What? You found a handbag?

- Well, you're three weeks too late.

- See you at the Berlin Express.

By the way, how's your German?

Marchand 2911.

Hello. Is this the Petit Flower Shop?

I want you to take five dozen roses...

deep red roses...

and I want you to put them

in a basket...

and send this basket tomorrow morning

to Madame Colet.

And attach a card.

"In memory of the late

Monsieur La Valle."

Tomorrow morning, 10:00.

Yes. What?

Oh.

Charge it to Madame Colet.

Yes. Thank you.

Yes, madame?

What are you going to do with

my day tomorrow, Monsieur La Valle?

Well, we'll have breakfast

in the garden together.

Mm-hmm.

- Then horseback riding together.

- Mm-hmm.

- Then lunch in the bois.

- Together.

- Then, I would say, a little nap.

- To...

How do you like my new dress?

- Beautiful.

- Hair?

Marvelous.

Lipstick?

Crimson.

Correct.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Good-bye.

- Madame?

- Yes?

Are you staying out late?

Why do you ask?

Do I have to answer?

No.

Yes, Jacques?

The car is waiting, madame.

I won't need the car.

I'm not going.

Very well, madame.

- Jacques.

- Yes, Monsieur La Valle?

Madame has changed her mind.

She'll be down in a minute.

Very well, monsieur.

But I told you, I don't want to go.

But you have an engagement,

and I don't want people to talk.

- Talk? About me? About us?

- Precisely.

Afraid I'm ruining your reputation,

Monsieur La Valle?

No, yours, madame.

Monsieur La Valle,

I have a confession to make to you.

You like me.

In fact, you're crazy about me.

Otherwise, you wouldn't think

about my reputation.

Isn't that so?

But, incidentally, I don't like you.

I don't like you at all.

And I wouldn't hesitate one instant

to ruin your reputation...

Like that.

- You wouldn't?

- No, I wouldn't.

Like that?

Like that.

I know all your tricks.

And you're going to fall for them.

So you think you can get me?

Any minute I want.

You're conceited.

But attractive.

- Now let me say...

- Shut up. Kiss me.

Wasting all this marvelous time

with arguments.

Hello? Well, I'll try him again.

Yes. He's in his office, but he's busy.

Madame Colet?

She's still here, but she's busy too.

Well, I'll ring again.

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- Yes, Jacques?

- Monsieur Giron is downstairs.

Tell him I can't see him now.

Impossible.

And, Jacques, dismiss the car.

Madame is not going.

Yes, Monsieur La Valle.

- Jacques.

- Yes, madame? Yes, madame?

Don't dismiss the car.

I'll be down in a few minutes.

Yes, madame.

I want you to stay, Mariette.

You've got to stay. You can't go now.

- I must go.

- I'm crazy about you.

- I know it.

- I love you.

- I believe you.

- Then why do you want to go?

Because I want

to make it tough for you.

Oh.

We have a long time

ahead of us, Gaston.

Weeks, months,

years.

Eleven o'clock.

Gobelins 7879.

Hello? Oh, darling!

Oh, darling, it's good to hear

your voice. I thought you'd never call.

Well, I tried to get you.

What?

What?

Tomorrow morning?

Why?

Of course.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

No doubt about it.

It's that secretary.

Funny the kind of men women fall for.

No color, no sparkle.

But dependable.

The type they marry.

You know, I'm not the marrying type.

I like to take my fun and leave it.

Nice suit.

- You like it?

- Smart. London, eh?

Ogilvie and Oglethorpe.

Mmm, I thought so.

You know, he's really

not such a bad fellow.

- No, just dull.

- Insignificant.

He's a secretary.

He always was a secretary,

always will be.

Funny.

The first time I saw him,

I thought he was a doctor.

Tonsils. Positively tonsils.

I'm very sorry, but this is not

the time, Monsieur Giron.

- I've got to see you.

- But not now.

Right now!

It's very important, Monsieur La Valle.

It may be important to you,

Monsieur Giron.

No, to you,

Monsieur Monescu.

Mariette, Mariette,

please, please believe us.

No, no, no. Please. It's absolutely

ridiculous, and I don't believe it.

But you have no idea...

I'm tired anyway, so please

leave me alone. Good night.

I had a lovely time.

So I said to myself, "All right.

If he wants to look at 'em, let him

look at 'em. There's no harm in that."

Then he said, "Say ah" and I said "ah,"

and that's all I can remember.

- You will pack your things at once.

- Yes, monsieur.

- And you will be out of here

by tomorrow morning.

- Very well, monsieur.

- Otherwise, I will call the police.

- Yes, monsieur.

- Monsieur Giron?

- What is it?

You have enjoyed the confidence

of this family for more than 40 years.

You must be a man of about 65.

- Well?

- Let's see...

You will be exactly 87

when you come out of prison.

- What do you mean?

- You say I'm a crook.

- I know it!

- Then why didn't you call the police?

Who don't you call the police?

I'll tell you why, you crook, you.

- Monsieur...

- Monescu.

- Monsieur Monescu.

- Just call me Gaston.

Good-bye, Adolphe.

Don't you dare to call me Adolphe!

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