Mr. Arkadin Page #4
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to know about, of course.
Well, they all seemed
to be very interested in who it was...
that was bumming a ride
with the boss's daughter.
It was quite some ride at that.
She really made time.
And so did I.
Well, that's a castle in Spain, for sure.
Thanks for the lift.
- You're spending the night here?
- I wanna try and talk the local hotel
into giving me a bed.
I'll show you where it is.
- It's either that or-
- Or what?
Or we develop a sick headache
or leaky carburetor or something like that...
and we'd be forced to spend the night
the other side of the border.
- Uh-oh. Here comes the ogre.
- Ogre? What's that?
- The ogre's my nickname for Pops.
- Oh, your father.
- Didn't you ever read any fairy tales?
- No, not many.
You know, "Fee, fie, fo, fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he alive or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread."
And that's an ogre, huh?
Some kind of a bogeyman.
If you meet my father,
you'll see what I mean.
"If"? You mean, when I meet him.
- That's him up there, huh? That plane?
- Yes. He flew to Tangiers this morning.
Now he's joining me here
to get ready for our famous masked ball.
That's not till Sunday night. Good.
- What's good about it?
- For what?
- Don't tell me you're staying on.
- I'm going to your party.
- I don't believe it.
- Well, why not?
- You know all your guests personally?
- Of course not.
- Well, you know me.
- Do I?
Maybe not yet, honey, but you're going to.
- What's so comical?
- I like your being tough.
It's just too bad
you're such a cornball.
- I've been looking for you.
- So were Father's secretaries.
- The who?
- And please stop smoking.
- On account of those charges in the hoods?
- Shh!
I thought the masquerade
wasn't until Sunday.
- It's a religious procession.
- Ah.
- They're Penitentes.
- What?
- If you'll keep quiet, I'll explain it to you.
- Uh-huh.
Look. Some of them are barefoot.
Others have chains.
- Excuse me a minute.
- I thought you were looking for me.
I just spotted somebody down in the crowd
The girl in the sweater
who was waving to you?
Mily? As a matter of fact, I think she's down here
to get on that cruise your father's giving.
- She's more a friend of his.
- Well, she's his type.
Yeah, but, uh -
Thanks for dragging yourself away
from your new girlfriend. I'd ask-
I heard you were in town
at the local hotel.
I'd ask what she's got for you that I haven't got,
except I happen to know the answer-
- a couple of hundred million dollars.
- Will you please be quiet?
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