A Lady Without Passport Page #4

Seorita, my costume

- take it off.

What? Here,

right now, in the street?

When you are charged tomorrow,

you'll get back

the costume.

Marianne, what

foolishness is this?

You'll step

aside, please.

Police, i will

take care of this.

It would serve you right

if i were to step aside.

Lucky for you, i have

a forgiving nature.

Come. I will

take you home.

Well, the police

may object.

Why? I have said

i forgive you.

The seorita,

an alien,

took employment

in cuba

without a work permit.

According

to the statutes,

this offense

is punishable

by arrest

and deportation.

This is ridiculous. I,

joseph gombush, say so.

You are a man

of the world.

The lady and i

quarreled.

She sometimes thinks i don't

know what is best for her.

She has a temper.

So you were

going to prove

that you could get

along without me.

My friend, what

is one to do

with a stubborn

woman?

This girl, whom

i love so dearly,

we forever have lovers'

quarrels. There is nothing-

i can do nothing

for you.

I am totally

acquainted

with the laws

of my own country.

There is not

so much difference.

I say, the girl

is innocent.

That is for

the judge to say.

Come with me.

She did not take

employment.

This means to work.

To work is to be paid. Were you paid?

No.

No.

I should pay to get myself

charged as a criminal?

Quiet.

Do you know that

this was not a lark,

dressing in costume,

pretending to be cigarette girl?

True. Every word of it.

I swear she has

never worked.

It was only joke.

According

to the statutes-

the girl is not

a criminal.

No harm

has been done.

Discuss the matter

with your chief.

You may quote me-

joseph gombush.

He will agree.

If not, you know

where to find her.

These facts on

your papers are accurate?

Oh, yes.

You can be reached

at this address?

I'm no longer-

uh, just today,

a change.

She is at my hotel,

the vincente.

Next time, perhaps

you will listen to me.

Look at yourself.

I'm ashamed to be

seen with you.

Seorita...

se-seorita.

Seorita,

my costume.

Be thankful

you're not in jail.

In jail?

Hotel vincente.

S, seor.

The vincente.

According

to police records,

this is where

i'll be living.

Gracias, seor.

Muchisma gracia.

Your hotel?

You would not

have liked the jail.

I understand it's rather overcrowded.

Hotel rooms, too,

may become overcrowded.

Miss lorress, one may leave a hotel room

whenever one wishes,

but in jail,

i believe,

there are certain, uh, formalities.

A room

for miss lorress.

Yes, seor.

Yes, of course.

S, seor.

Never mind.

I know where it is.

Get some wine

right away.

S, seor.

Next to your own.

This girl could

sell me cigarettes,

and i don't smoke.

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