Flying Down to Rio Page #5

Oh, certainly, sir.

The airport's a five-minute jaunt from here.

If you'll listen, you can hear them

warming up the Rio plane.

We caught up

with yesterday's plane?

Oh, yes, sir.

It spends the night here.

- It leaves in 10 minutes.

- Splendid.

I'll get my bag and take the Rio plane

the rest of the way.

Thank you so much for the lift, Mr. Bond.

It was lovely of you. Goodbye.

- Come.

- Right-o.

Say, wait a minute.

I can fix my plane in a jiffy.

- To Rio.

- Right-o.

If you're looking for the part

of your motor you threw away...

...you'll find it on top of the piano.

Oh, this isn't just another girl, Julio.

This is the real thing.

Old man cupid

didn't fire an arrow this time.

No, sir. He sunk a harpoon.

- So this time it's a Brazilian girl?

- And what a Brazilian girl.

I'm goofy about her.

I am crazy for her.

As a matter of fact, I like her.

I met her in Miami at the Hibiscus Hotel.

Yes, she was traveling

with one of those Dona Elenas.

And talk about luck.

The day you sent for me, her father got

sick and she had to hurry back here to Rio.

And you'll be seeing her here, of course?

No, that's the catch.

She wouldn't tell me her name or address.

Then it's all on your side.

In a pig's monocle.

She's dizzy about me.

Did she tell you so?

She didn't have to tell me.

I can take a hint.

I tell you, Julio, she is exquisite.

She has a face like a flower, a rose.

What am I talking about?

She's like an orchid, a white orchid.

- She sounds enchanting.

- Enchanting, bewildering.

Bewitching, intoxicating, devastating.

I tell you, Julio, every time I think about her

I want to bite myself, and that's news.

She has beautiful black hair

and big brown eyes, eh, Roger?

How true, how true.

And has she got:

And when she smiles

there's a funny little curve to her mouth?

That's right.

But how would you know?

And, Julio, that wonderful night

we spent on the beach together.

Just the two of us alone,

not a soul for miles and miles.

- Was there a moon?

- A glorious moon.

There would be a moon.

- It all comes back to me now.

- Yes?

- I took her passionately in my arms.

- Yes?

- And as I drew her to me...

- Yes?

No, it was too beautiful.

Too sacred to talk about.

Roger, what happened after you took her

passionately in your arms...

...and drew her to you?

- That's when I ran into difficulties.

- Difficulties?

It seems the poor kid is already engaged

to some local cluck...

...who signed her before

she knew any better.

A poor, defenseless child

in a baby buggy.

And now the mug is trying

to hold her to it...

...by squawking about some shack he's

knocked together for her on the waterfront.

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