The Return of Count Yorga

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Cynthia!

Cynthia, everyone's waiting.

For what?

- The songs, child.

- Oh.

Oh, excuse me.

Stop that laughing. You were

to rehearse the children

once more before this

evening's entertainment.

- Oh, no, I forgot.

- Is anything wrong?

- Listen.

- What?

The wind.

There isn't any.

You're not listening.

It's faint, but it's there.

Yes, now I hear them.

I wish you hadn't made me.

- You know what they are?

- Yes. The winds of Santa Ana.

And if I weren't totally

certain of our beloved Almighty

they would scare

the life from me.

- You're frightened of the winds?

- I didn't say that.

My only fear is God.

How long before they get here?

Within the day, I imagine.

But who knows.

They come and go

as if to intentionally

catch you off guard.

We better get back

before the little atoms

destroy the orphanage.

Have you seen Tommy?

No. Why?

Rise.

Rise, my children.

It is time.

Rise.

The time has come.

Rise.

Rise.

Rise.

Rise.

When all the world

Hears this song

They will want to sing

Right along

Sing of the sunshine We'll find

When we leave

The rain clouds behind

Tralalala Tralalalalaia

We'll find the sunshine

When we leave the rain behind

When all the world

Hears this song

They will want to sing

Right along

Sing of the treats

We will find...

Mitzi.

Tralalala Tralalalalaia

We'll love each other

And we'll leave the words behind

When all the world

Hears this song

They will want to sing

Right along

Sing of the joys We will find

When we love all of mankind

Tralalala Tralalalalaia

Tra la la la la la la

La la la la la la

And think of the joys

We will find

When we leave

The rain clouds behind

Tralalala Tralalalalaia

We'll find the sunshine

When we leave the rain behind

Damn it. Damn it.

Damn the winds, damn

the bridge, damn everything.

You're much

too attractive to be so bitter.

Oh.

You startled me.

Forgive me.

I am Count Yorga.

Count Yorga?

You mean a real count?

Yes.

Oh. How marvelous.

- And that isn't a costume?

- No.

Oh. Forgive me,

that was thoughtless.

- Not at all.

- Yes, it was.

I'm Cynthia Nelson.

How do you do?

How were you able to get here

with the bridge out?

I flew.

No, really.

I recently acquired

the old Gateway Mansion.

You're kidding! Then we're

practically neighbors.

I love that place.

Whenever I can't sleep,

I often jump in my car

and drive there

just to look at it.

- Yes, I know.

- Oh?

You look magnificently beautiful

in the moonlight.

Shall we go inside?

- Bravo!

- Bravo!

Very good.

Cynthia!

Jason and I are getting married.

What?

Jason, wonderful!

Terrific!

Jennifer dear, have Marie put

the children to bed right away.

No, no! It's much too late.

They can have

their party tomorrow.

- When?

- Soon.

- Where have you been? Hi.

- Hi.

My sister and Jason

are getting married.

- You're kidding.

- No!

- Congratulations!

- Thank you.

- Let's go tell my folks.

- Okay.

Do you like this kind of music?

Only when played well.

Cynthia! Cynthia,

have you seen Mitzi?

No, Joe, I haven't.

Hey, Claret!

Oh, this party's a bust.

Our daughter is marrying a toad.

- Oh.

- Terrific.

Ah, here you are.

David, this is Count Yorga.

The new owner

of Gateway Mansion.

This is David Baldwin,

a psychiatrist

and adored fianc.

How do you do?

Doctor.

I was just telling David

how the Santa Ana winds

may have had something to do

with the bridge collapsing.

Well, perhaps

the count isn't familiar...

The winds of Santa Ana

are world famous.

How do you do?

We haven't met.

I'm Reverend Thomas.

Count Yorga.

Reverend Thomas is

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