Week-End in Havana Page #6

You were insulted,

or you were not insulted.

And beyond that,

you are not going home alone.

I am Monte Blanca.

- Uh, shall we go now?

- Oh, but I don't even know you.

[ Laughs ]

Charming, isn't it?

Atouch of mystery adds

a great deal of zest.

All right, Monte. Let's go.

[ Continues ]

[ Ends ]

- Seorita.

- Thank you.

- Seorita.

- Hello.

Much to my amazement,

I have brought you home.

- Yes, you could knock me over with a feather too.

- Really?

- Thanks a lot, Mr. Blanca.

- And what time tomorrow night shall I call?

Oh, you're-you're calling

tomorrow night?

Oh, this is what is known

as a preliminary flirtation.

- And, uh, what's tomorrow night?

- Saturday.

Then I can definitely make it.

It's my maid's night out.

Good. We will go

to the casino again...

but upstairs to the tables,

if you like.

- Oh, it sounds exciting.

- Being with you will be exciting even if we lose.

[ Laughs ]

Well-

- Buenas noches, seorita.

- Uh-

"Bonas"noches.

Oh, excuse me.

You, uh, are sure

she is wealthy?

It is the surest thing

in the whole world.

She has the most expensive suite

in the hotel.

Her clothes-They are the most luxurious

and thinnest I have ever seen.

And if this is not proof enough,

she tipped me only 10 cents.

- She must be very wealthy.

- [ Chuckles ]

You will get your whole payment

in a lump...

and if your information is not accurate,

it will be a lump on the head.

- Seor.

- Good evening.

- Seor Williams, for you.

- Thank you.

Hmm.

- Where can I send a cable?

- I'm sorry, seor. The office is closed.

- Can I take your answer?

- Yes.

To Walter McCracken-

M- C-C-R-A-C-K-E-N.

McCracken Building,

New York City.

No progress.

Girl looking for romance...

but you can't rush nature.

Regards,Jay.

- You got that?

- Yes, seor. And how would you like this sent?

Oh, I think something with a black edge

around it might be appropriate.

[ Latin ]

[ Chattering ]

The one in the middle is the lucky table.

The croupier is color-blind.

Oh, wonderful!

No more bets, please.

Evening, Flores.

[ Flores ] Fourteen, red.

Fourteen, the winner.

- Astack of the blues, please.

- Blues?

- For the young lady. They will match her eyes.

- [ Chuckles ]

- One stack of blacks.

- How much are they?

Who cares?

To you, they are nothing but chips.

[ Man ]

Thirty-three, the winner.

Uh, while you are playing,

I would like to make a call.

- Oh, but don't be too long.

- Oh, I'll be back before you break the bank.

[ Flores ]

Place your bets, please.

[ Continues, Fades ]

[ Chuckles ]

Hello, Boris. How are you?

Glad to see you here, Monte.

Saves me the trouble of sending for you.

Oh, I would have come up yesterday,

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