Charlie Chan in Rio Page #2

Why? With Lola out of the running,

Joan'll stop swinging that tomahawk.

Say, I've gotta find that jealous spouse

of mine. See you at Lola's.

Bill, would you mind taking me home?

I've got a splitting headache.

Now, Grace,

that's not very sporting, is it?

You should go along to Lola's even

if her engagement to Clarke really hurts.

Bill Kellogg, I fully intended going!

I merely wanted to go home

to freshen up a bit. You needn't come...

I'll come. After all,

that's what an escort's for, isn't it?

#This song of love begins #

#The night they met down in Rio #

# In a caf by the bay #

#They romance to #

#A midnight serenade #

# She told him to forget #

#The night they met down in Rio #

#And there were tears in her eyes #

- #As they danced to

- Say, Pop, she doesn't look like a murderess.

- #A midnight serenade

- Pretty girl like lap dog... sometimes go mad.

# He whispered #

#You must be mine forevermore #

#And then she showed him

someone else's picture #

# In a tiny little locket she wore #

#And so he rode away #

# But left his heart down in Rio #

#All that remains of their love #

#Are the strains of #

#A midnight serenade #

#All that remains of their love #

#Are the strains of #

#A midnight #

# Serenade ##

If we're going to arrest her,

we'd better get along to her dressing room.

Please. Make big scandal here.

Rather perform unpleasant duty

at Miss Dean's home.

They're still applauding.

Aren't you going to do an encore?

From now on, darling, I'll be doing

all my encores for Clarke. Is he here?

Yes. Thanks, Arturo.

I'm sorry.

Shall I go in the other room?

No, you'll have to

get used to this from now on.

- Who are the flowers from?

- Paul Wagner.

- There's a note on the other side.

- Who's Paul Wagner?

Oh. Just one of my feverish fans.

I've never even seen him.

Telephone him, Helen, and say that

I can't see him tonight or any time.

Clarke, when you marry Lola, you're going

to make my life a whole lot simpler.

- Where's Lili?

- Home, to help the servants get ready for the party.

What party?

Oh, good heavens! Of course.

Where's that new suit I got atJeannot's?

- Hanging right behind the screen.

- I'd better hurry. Excuse me.

Lola, on your way home, don't forget

to stop at the Continental Hotel.

- Why?

- Where is your mind tonight?

After all the trouble I went to

to get you an appointment with Marana...

you've completely forgotten about it.

- Oh, good heavens. Of course.

- Marana? Who's he?

He's an Indian mystic.

Very expensive.

Since when have you gone in

for fortune tellers?

He isn't a fortune teller. He's, uh...

You tell him, Helen.

Marana calls himself a psychic.

- Sounds spooky.

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