Love on the Run Page #3

a bargain, your Excellency.

It was not

$5 million, only 3.

Oh, what? How much?

$3 million only and my

darling becomes the princess.

We met in Berlin, yes?

No, no, I'm

sorry old man.

But I don't want it.

Well, but she...

my darling, come back

to the Cathedral,

then to my people,

to my country.

Your country?

Your people?

A lot of second-hand sturgeon

looking for a river to lay an egg in.

Oh, no, no, now really, Miss Parker,

Chelyabinsks a charming little state.

Well, they're financially

unsound, I must admit,

but a member of

the league of nations...

aha, now I know him.

In Geneva, it was.

But darling, do you

realize who this man is?

He is...

why did you do that?

He's said just about

enough to you.

You... you didn't

kill him, did you?

I don't think so.

Woman:
The is Jeannine,

mademoiselle.

Jeannine! Your maid.

Well, here they come.

What next?

I don't know. Everything's

worse than ever now.

There will be police.

I hit him pretty hard.

Oh, I've got to get away

now. I'm all weak inside.

You said you would

help me. Will you?

Look, would you like

to get away from this?

Away from everything

and people,

where nobody

can reach you?

Oh, yes, yes. How?

Where you'll have

peace and quiet?

No cousins,

no aunts, no uncles,

no.. No princes, no... no reporters

until all of this blows over?

Oh, I've wanted

that all my life.

Will you trust me,

Sally Parker?

Can i?

Where's the back way?

Here. Come on.

Oh. We'll meet

them downstairs.

Maybe they won't

recognize us.

Here, here. Sit tight.

If anybody comes,

make a noise like a broom.

All right.

Plates under

the arms,

plates under

the small of the back,

and plates under

the stomach.

You back now?

Yes.

How is your bath tub?

Oh, fine, Baron,

fine. How's yours?

How come? What foul,

cheap, underhanded...

why, Mr. Pells,

what do you mean foul,

cheap, underhanded?

You didn't think I was going

to miss out on your story,

did you, Baron?

Say, this is an

ingenious outfit.

You see it is electrical

airline with plates.

Plates under the arms, plates

under the small of the back,

yes, yes, it's

excellent tailoring.

Bond street?

Say, by the way, is

your wife still pickled?

Was pickled?

I mean, is she still

in the salt rub?

Ja, ja. She's in

her apartment, sir.

Oh, yes. Yes,

that's fine.

Say, hold this

a minute, will you?

Hold?

I do hope Igor can get

Sally to change her mind.

Well you know how

persuasive Igor can be.

Man:
Here they come now!

All:
They they are.

Happy landing.

Good luck, Baron.

Airport, Baron?

Sure, sure, hurry, hurry!

We are late!

Airport.

All:
Bye! Bye, Baron.

Pells:
Hey, let me out

of here you, Mike Anthony!

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