Monte Carlo Page #2

#Good-bye to things #

# That bore me #

#Joy is waiting for me #

# I see a blue #

- # Horizon # | - #Blue horizon #

# My life has only begun #

# Beyond the blue horizon #

# Lies a rising #

# Sun ##

Twenty-nine! Black! Odd!

If I only had your luck. | Tell me, how do you do it?

Nothing to it. | I have a system that can't miss.

If I happen to be standing | beside a brunette, I bet on red.

If I'm standing next to a redhead, | I bet on black.

But suppose you're standing next to a blonde. | What do you do then?

I ask her where she lives.

There's your blonde.

Well, why don't you | go and speak to her?

- Don't tell me you're afraid. | - I am.

And for the first time. | I don't know what's the matter with me.

But I must have some excuse.

If only she'd dropped something, | I - I could pick it up.

If she only had a little dog, | I could get him to bite me.

I've got it. | You shall introduce me.

- But I don't know her either. | - That's the whole idea.

You go up and speak to her, | she's very insulted...

Then I come up | and slap you in the face twice.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

All right, then. Once. Go.

Go and introduce yourself.

Fifty francs, please, madame.

Merci, madame.

She is superstitious.

Uh, don't strike, madame.

If you want any luck, | you must stroke - stroke caressingly.

Naturally, not my back, madame. | No luck to that.

But the back of my head - | Stroke my hair and see what happens.

Magic, madame. | From then on, magic.

Everything you touch will turn to gold. | Millions at your fingertips.

What? You don't want to? | All right, madame.

But I warn you - | fail to do this, and you'll have no luck.

You'll lose everything. | You'll come out a beggar.

But don't blame me when it's too late.

Armand, if she wins now - | the rest'll be easy.

- Bye-bye, old boy! | - Good luck!

- Who is she? | - She lives in the Palace Hotel.

Think her name is Countess Mara.

Sixteen!

She shall win. She must win. | She must win. She must win.

She shall win. She mu -

Sixteen!

All on 16, please.

Sixteen!

All on 16 again, please.

Sixteen!

All on 16!

Hello? Hello? | Palais de Danse?

This is Count Rudolph Farriere speaking. | I want a private dining room for two.

Twenty-nine! Black! Odd!

Eleven - Four- Five -

Five hundred thousand -

Eleven and nine and four-

Makes two million...

Six hundred | and thirty thousand francs.

That is up until | the 15th of September.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, | eight, nine, 10, 11-

Nine, 10, 11- | Four, eight, six, 11...

Five, six, 11-

Five million -

Good evening, Countess.

You engaged the servants, | didn't you?

Yes, Countess, I did.

Two valets, a chauffeur, a footman, | a hairdresser and an extry maid.

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