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partner's ace.

Better wipe

the rouge off

your mouth.

I've got one.

Madame Flammarion,

may I present Madame...

How do you do?

How do you do, madame?

Madame...

Czerny.

Madame Czerny?

Yes.

May I present

Jacques Picot.

One of the most

dangerous men

in the room.

Paid advertisement.

How do you do?

EVE:
How do you do?

Shall we cut?

Well, is nobody

going to introduce me?

Oh, this is

Marcel Renard.

He is... How would you

describe yourself,

Marcel?

I'm a

telephone worshipper.

A what?

Whenever a day comes

without an invitation,

I pray to my telephone

as though it were

a little black god.

I beg of it to speak to me.

To ask me out somewhere.

Anywhere where

there's caviar

and champagne.

Well, what are

we playing for?

Buttons?

Our usual stakes,

5 francs a point?

5 francs?

5 francs is

a bit tepid.

If you'd care to

make them higher...

Oh, no! No.

No, it makes

no difference to me.

Jacques, are you free

tomorrow afternoon?

I am.

Jacques?

Of course, my dear.

What is it?

I saw Simone inside.

She says her autumn

collection of hats

is simply divine.

Will you go

with me?

Love to.

Two spades.

Pass.

I don't want to buy

another hat that you

don't like, my dear.

You mean the one

like a duster?

I'm against feathers.

What's your bid?

Pass.

Pass.

What?

But you can't pass

when your partner

said two spades.

That means she's got

a glorious hand.

Now it's wasted.

Now I know why you

called him dangerous.

Shall I get

you a revolver,

Madame Czerny?

I'm terribly sorry.

It's difficult to concentrate

on cards... sometimes.

Naturally, when you're

worrying about the future

of the ostrich plume.

I don't think

that's very funny.

I do.

Well, thanks.

I'm afraid we're down 900, partner.

EVE:
Is that all?

Well, it looks like

a landslide for us.

I don't know whether

you should be flattered

or annoyed, madame.

Jacques usually plays

an excellent game.

Tennis or golf?

Madame, please.

Sorry.

How is the musical

evening progressing?

Dull as ever?

On the contrary.

You always did have

a horrid weakness

for Chopin.

Madame Czerny,

this is my husband.

How do you do?

How do you do?

This time, Chopin

was seasoned with

a pinch of Arsne Lupin.

A mysterious intruder

has crept in among

the guests

with the aid of

a bogus invitation.

I thought the big idea

was to get away from

this party, not into it.

You're American,

aren't you?

Yes.

One club.

Hungarian descent?

Scotch, Irish

and Choctaw.

No bid.

Czerny,

though, Czerny...

You know,

that's Hungarian.

Oh, that's

not my name.

Three clubs.

Oh, isn't it?

No, except

by marriage.

Oh, then you're

the wife of

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