Mr. Arkadin Page #3
- Year:
- 1955
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- Will you let me tell this in my own way?
Raina's been to some
high-class schools in America...
but she's, well, tough.
Then there's her boyfriend,
a long drink of cold water...
called the marquis
or something or other.
The marquis of Rutleigh.
But I don't think it's anything serious.
Oh. How come she's not
at his party?
It isn't the kind of party
you ask your daughter to.
- That the telephone switchboard back there?
- Yes, right over there.
- Good.
- Excuse me, darling.
I seem to be wanted on the telephone.
- Awful bore.
- Okay.
- Uh, excuse me. Would you like to dance?
- No, I'm sorry.
Your friend's gonna be some time
on the long-distance phone.
How do you know Bob's
taking a long-distance call?
Who would know better?
I put the phone call in myself.
You gonna be stuffy about it, or shall we
start dancing right now and save some time?
Ecoutez! Operator!
With her British
boyfriend occupied on the telephone...
Raina and me were just getting
nicely acquainted.
Then we got the bad news.
Mr. Arkadin-
he was waiting for her in the car...
and the message was
that it was getting kind of late.
Yes, but how did he learn
that you were here - and so quickly?
He runs the greatest
private spy system on Earth.
Yes, I know that,
but when am I going to see you next?
- I'm leaving for Spain in the morning.
- Are you flying?
- In Father's plane? No.
- Oh, driving yourself.
- Getting an early start before dawn.
- I say, it sounds perfectly frightful.
- There he is, in the car.
- Your father?
- Better get back inside.
- I say, but look here, old girl -
- I'd rather he didn't see us together.
- Oh, all right.
- Oh, excuse me, old man. So sorry.
- Okay.
Hey, that's quite a coincidence.
I mean, you going to Spain tomorrow.
I'm going there myself, you know.
- Small world, isn't it?
- Yeah.
Hi, Pops. How was your party?
It wouldn't be so tough to
get stuck on a doll like that, dough or no dough.
But romance
wasn't any part of my plan.
Plan? The truth is,
I didn't have any plan.
I was just knocking myself out, chasing
somethin' I didn't have any idea what it was.
But daybreak, there I was,
in front of the Arkadin villa...
hitching myself a ride to Spain.
I threw Raina a line about how my own car
just happened to break down there...
and would she please give me a lift?
But just then I noticed
Oh, that?
He's one of my father's secretaries.
He has all kinds of secretaries.
Some of them double as vice presidents.
That one's a masseur, and there's Rico.
He's in charge of ladies' telephone numbers.
But that's something I'm not supposed
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