Love in the Afternoon Page #4

Ariane, I have a right to know

what's going on.

Not just because I tell you the time,

or pay for your telephone calls...

...but because you know

how I feel about you.

Police?

I want the Commissaire de Police.

Ariane, who's being shot?

Where? By whom?

What's it got to do with you?

Commissaire de Police?

I wish to report a crime.

You wish to report a crime?

Yes, Madame, what is the crime?

There's a man and a woman

in the Hotel Ritz, Suite 14.

"Man and woman, Suite 14,

Hotel Ritz." What is the crime?

You don't understand.

The woman is married.

I understand. "Hotel Ritz, Suite 14,

man and woman, woman is married."

What is the crime?

She has a husband,

and he has a gun, a great big gun!

Now we are getting somewhere.

He has no permit?

No. That's not the point!

At 10:
00 he's going to break

into the room and shoot!

Please, Madame, do not excite

yourself. It is not 10:00 yet.

Now, at 10:
00, if he does break

into the room, and he does shoot...

...and he does not miss,

then you call us again.

That'll be too late!

You've got to stop him.

You must send somebody

up there immediately.

Madame, there are 7,000 hotels

in Paris, 220,000 hotel rooms...

...and on a night like this,

I'd say in about...

...40,000 of those rooms,

a similar situation...

Now really, Madame,

if we were to assign a policeman...

...to every one of these situations...

No, Madame,

it just staggers the imagination.

It would take more

than the entire Paris police force.

It would take the fire department,

the sanitation department...

...and possibly the Boy Scouts.

Certainly, we don't want young boys

in short pants...

...involved in situations like this.

Ariane! This has gone far enough.

I'm going to drive you home.

- Michel.

- I'm sorry. I have no more coins.

- No, I want you to take me home.

- That's better.

But on the way, could

we stop at the Ritz?

The Ritz!

Come back, Loulou!

Why are you barking?

There's nobody there. Bad dog!

Fascination!

Now what's come over you tonight?

All that barking. Bad dog!

Mr. Flannagan?

Mr. Flannagan?

Pardon me for interrupting,

this is urgent...

...because you're going to be shot!

Shot?

Keep on playing!

Who are you?

How did you get in here, anyway?

- Through the balcony.

- The balcony?

I had to, because her husband

is outside the door...

...with a gun.

A great big gun.

Sorry, Mr. Flannagan,

but that will be all for tonight.

- Kindly disconnect yourself from

my wife. - I beg your pardon?

- Over there, where the light is better.

- Do we know each other?

Only by proxy.

I am the foolish husband.

- Whose foolish husband?

- Her foolish husband!

My foolish husband?

Josephine?

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