Bluebeard's Eighth Wife Page #4

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So long. Thanks.

(STUTTERING) Just a second.

I'-.-'Ir. Brandon.

Yes? I am the Marquis

de Loiselle.

How do you do? I'm very

glad to have met you.

Well, well, well,

don't you know who I am?

Well, you just told me.

A marquis.

Well, that's somewhere between

a count and a duke, isn't it?

I wrote to you about

a business proposition.

Well, I get 100 business

propositions a day.

What did you say your name was?

De Loiselle.

L-O-I-S-E-L-L-E.

Oh, Mr. Loiselle.

Sure, I remember.

Well, what do you

think about my idea?

Great. Isn't it?

One of the best projects

ever submitted to me.

Terrific possibilities. It's a gold mine.

Millions in it, millions.

Then you'll do it? No.

Why not? It isn't worth a nickel

unless it's handled right.

Oh, naturally, Mr. Brandon.

But with my experience?

Let me tell you what I've done.

Don't bother. I know

everything about you.

For instance, in 1924,

why did you induce

a Mr. Bernier to finance

automobile races?

Why, he was a very rich man. He had

the money. I had the experience.

When the races were over, you had the

money and he had the experience.

Your bank account is

overdrawn 10,675 francs.

How did you know that?

If a man wants to do

business with me,

I have to know

everything about him.

Always check up.

Always investigate.

Oh, that's an excellent idea.

This world is full of scoundrels.

You bet it is.

So long, Mr. Loiselle.

But, Mr. Brandon...

I'm sorry, I'm a busy man.

I'-.-'Ir. Brandon, if you won't

finance my business project,

would you be interested

in buying a bathtub?

A what? I have in my possession

one of the glories of France, the

one and only bathtub of Louis XIV.

Sorry, I use a shower.

Oh, but you wouldn't

have to use it as a tub.

You could put it in your

library, use it as an ashtray.

Always throw my

ashes on the carpet.

Carpet. Carpet.

I can sell you a carpet.

Mr. Brandon. Mr. Brandon.

Mr. Brandon. Mr. Brandon.

No, no, no. I'm sorry.

I tell you I can't...

Aren't you ashamed?

A man of your age

fooling around

with a sweetheart.

You know that, too.

I only have to look at your

pants, and I know everything.

My pantalon? Oh, I must

apologize, of course.

They certainly don't match, and

they are very much too long,

but you see... Well, you

know my financial situation.

My daughter tries to economize.

Your daughter?

She bought these

for me yesterday.

My coat':
Still good, you see.

The girl who

bought those pants...

Is my daughter.

Is she married? No.

Engaged? No.

In love with anyone? No, no, no.

I'll buy the bathtub.

You'll buy the bathtub,

Mr. Brandon?

Don't call me Mr. Brandon. Call me Mike.

We're gonna be related.

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