Rio (1939)

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Any word from him?

- Not a single word.

We've been having a line

in for him all afternoon,

but it seems they can't locate him!

Here, drink this.

I've been keeping alive on it.

- But what is he doing

in London all this time?

When is he coming up to Paris?

After all, we're only human.

He can't do this to us! Call him again.

- Allo, allo?

Paris,

calling Mr. Paul Reynard.

- Yeah, put him on.

- Put Reynard on, Dirk.

We won't be put off any longer!

We know he's there.

Well, if he isn't, where is he?

- He hasn't shown up

and I can't locate him,

and as far as I know, he's

been snatched by the devil.

- Aren't you being just a

few years premature, Dirk?

- Oh, chief, where have you been?

Why, Paris has been calling all day,

and they'll be calling in a minute.

The whole world's been calling.

They refuse to give up the

wire until you speak to them.

- I'll speak to them.

Hello?

- Hello, Reynard.

What's the matter with you,

keeping us in the dark like this?

What do you think we're made of?

- You're impatient, my dear

Charles. Very impatient.

- Well, of course I'm impatient.

Did the loan go through?

- My dear Charles, you

shouldn't become so excited.

Think of your heart. Think of your liver.

- I'm not interested in my

liver but in the loan, the loan!

Did you get the loan?

If you have failed for us in

London, you know what it means.

- I'm not in the habit of failing.

- You mean you got it?

- Certainly. Things couldn't be better.

- Well, then why didn't you let us know?

- Well, because it only

happened a few minutes ago.

- You heard. He got it.

- But you didn't get the loan.

Why did you tell him you did?

- Because, my dear Dirk,

you can tell wolves the

truth and tigers the truth,

but you must never tell sheep the truth.

If you do, they'll set up

a most unpleasant bleating,

like this: "Baa!"

Oh, it's most unpleasant.

- Yes, but they turned you

down here the same as in Paris.

Now what's next?

- Go back to Paris and try

to get the money again there.

- Paris? Why, that's the one

place you shouldn't go to.

Why, when this thing breaks,

it'll rip the town wide open.

You've gotta hide somewhere

until the worst is over.

- And leave Irene to face

the music by herself?

- How can you help her by

putting your head in the noose?

- Who said that I was going to?

I tell you, there's a way out.

There always is.

- He has left Croydon in his plane

and is flying back to Paris.

- Pleasant flight, isn't it?

- Look here, chief.

Please turn back.

I tell you, you're

speeding 200 miles an hour

to ruin and jail.

This thing has gotten too big.

Not even you can beat it.

Even if you think you

can, don't be a bullhead.

Tell the pilot to take us back and we'll-

- What's the matter?

Afraid, like the others?

- Aw, it's not myself.

I'm nobody, nothing could happen to me.

But it's you.

- You know, Dirk, I really

think you would care

if something happened to me, wouldn't you?

- Well, of course.

After all, I've been through

a lot with you in 10 years.

Now, there's Paris.

We've still got time to turn back, chief.

- I tell you, there's still a way out.

Yes, of course.

Of course there is.

I knew there was.

- What is it?

- Honesty!

It never occurred to me to try it.

Honesty's my ace in the hole.

The point is this.

You gentlemen are going to

lend me 100 million francs.

- Reynard!

- Why, he's mad.

- 100 million francs?

- Why doesn't he ask for a billion?

- We thought you called us here

because you had something

sensible to say, Reynard.

Why, there isn't a man in this room

who hasn't already refused you

a credit of one franc more.

- Which is precisely why we

are aware of your situation.

- Monsieur Lamartine,

how much of my securities

do you hold as collateral for my loans?

- 50 million francs.

- And you?

- The same, 50 million.

- Monsieur?

- 12 million.

- In your vaults, gentlemen,

you hold my collaterals

for loans to me in the

sum of 200 millions.

Some of those securities are very good.

But unfortunately, most

of them are forged.

They're not worth the

paper they're written on.

You're joking, Reynard.

- In all honesty, those

securities are forged.

- Forged?

He's ruined me!

- You thief!

Why, I'll k*ll you!

Silence! Silence!

Force will get us nowhere!

- Monsieur Lamartine is quite right.

You'll get nowhere if

you act like children.

And now, messieurs, I think it is obvious

that you're going to lend

me 100 million francs.

- I think it's obvious that we are not.

We shall deliver you over to the police.

- And deliver your

stockholders over to ruin?

As practical men, you should know

that your one chance of

remaining solvent yourselves

is to keep me solvent.

Well, gentlemen, what are you going to do?

- We can't settle such

an important question

on the spur of the moment.

- No, no, no, naturally not. I, uh...

I think I'm reasonably

safe for a few hours.

May I suggest that you send me word

of your decision before midnight?

- Very well.

Before midnight.

- Good.

And now, gentlemen, if

you'll excuse me, I'll leave.

I've been away for some time

and this happens to be

my wedding anniversary,

and I'm naturally anxious to see my wife.

Goodnight.

- Madame?

Will you wear the pink negligee?

- Which is the most wicked?

- The black, of course.

- I'll wear the black.

Lynette?

Massage my head a little, will you?

Oh, that's wonderful, Lynette.

A man's hands could never be so gentle.

Paul! Paul, I didn't see you!

- Oh, confess. You

thought it was your lover.

- I did, and it was.

Your flowers were lovely.

- You liked them?

- But I didn't like your being so late.

- I know, my darling,

but I couldn't help it.

I've had a very hard day.

- Oh, my poor angel.

- It's curious that you

should use that word,

because while I was flying back here

a strange thing happened.

An angel, an actual angel,

flew into the plane, crying bitterly,

and then flew out again.

Well, I collected his tears,

because I thought you

might like to see them.

- Oh, Paul!

- For our first wedding anniversary.

- Paul!

Thank you, darling.

- Oh, telephones.

The enemies of romance.

I'll answer it for you, dear.

- Oh, Paul!

Don't make any engagements.

I forgot to tell you, the Lamartines

are giving a special anniversary

party for us tonight.

- The Lamartines?

- Uh-huh.

How very charming of them.

Hello?

Oh. It's nice of you to call.

But my dear fellow,

that's quite impossible.

I'm going out tonight with my wife.

- I say, you've got to see us at once.

You tricked us.

We checked up on that London business.

You never did get that loan.

- I really can't discuss the

matter any longer with you now.

Everything will be settled by morning.

In fact, by midnight. Goodnight.

- Is something wrong?

- Strange.

Very strange.

- What?

- Fear.

That man I was talking to on

the telephone was frightened.

Of what?

I've never been afraid

of anything in my life.

I don't know what it

means to be frightened.

- But I do, when you look like that.

- You?

You, frightened of me?

- Yes, often.

When you get that strange look.

That crazy look in your eyes!

Oh, never look like that

again, please! Never!

- Oh, my darling.

My darling.

I never will.

I may need you later.

Stay close to the bar.

- That won't be hard.

- Bonsoir, Monsieur

Reynard. Bonsoir, madame.

- Bonsoir, bonjour. Did you

sell your airplane shares?

- I won't until you tell me, monsieur.

- Better take a profit. I'm

not infallible, you know.

- Monsieur Reynard.

- Hello, Paul.

- Good evening.

Good evening, Andre. How are you, Grace?

- Irene, will you sit

there? Paul, you sit here.

- That's Reynard's wife.

A year ago, she sang here professionally.

- How is Madame Lamartine this evening?

How are you, Adrienne?

- Well, I seem to be more

settled than you are.

Only yesterday I read

you were in New York.

Or was it Hong Kong?

- Both. I travel by magic carpet.

- Paul, you get more

wicked-looking all the time.

And your wife more beautiful.

- Well, that's just as

it should be, isn't it?

Think what a world this would be

if husbands became more

beautiful and wives more wicked.

- We did so want to help you and Irene

celebrate tonight, Paul.

I'm so glad that you returned from London

in time to make it possible.

- I'm glad myself.

Only, uh, I seem to miss

an old friend of mine

named Monsieur Lamartine.

- Oh, he'll be here soon. He was detained.

- Nothing serious, I hope.

- Oh, just a little business problem.

- I'm sure he'll solve it

quickly. And successfully.

- A toast, with our first glass of wine,

to the first marriage anniversary

of the most fascinating couple in Paris.

May I have

this dance, Madame Reynard?

- Please pardon me, I claim the privilege

of the first dance with my wife tonight.

That is, if she will dance with me.

- I might.

Paul, you seem nervous about something.

- How do you know?

- Because you're so calm.

What is it?

Can't you tell me?

- Darling, do you really

expect me to talk business

when I'm holding you in my arms?

- There's Monsieur Lamartine.

Darling, you're holding me

much too close, and I love it.

- Reynard!

- Good evening.

- Good evening, my dear.

- Ah! Monsieur Lamartine.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Monsieur Reynard,

I suppose I should

apologize for being late.

- Why, certainly not to me.

I understand the sudden and

unexpected demands of business.

They crop up all the time, don't they?

- Don't they though?

- We must pour you a glass of champagne.

- You might as well pour

yourself one, Reynard.

- You understand, of course,

that champagne is the wine of celebration.

One drinks it after victory.

- Or as consolation for defeat.

- What are you drinking to?

- Honesty.

- Your song.

- Our song.

It's the police!

They're arresting Reynard!

- Where's Paul?

- My poor child.

- I'm ruined.

Paul!

- What extraordinary bad taste.

I hope you'll at least allow

me to say goodnight to my wife.

- Impossible. Come along, please.

- Paul!

Paul!

- Madame, these are the rules

and they must be obeyed.

Pass nothing to the prisoner,

and no physical contact.

You are allowed five minutes.

- Paul. Paul, I-

- Irene.

We mustn't waste any of

this precious time in pity.

I must talk fast.

Dirk.

- Yes, chief?

- Listen carefully.

You're never to leave

madame out of your sight.

Guard her with your life.

I never want her to be

troubled by anything.

She must learn to be happy again.

- No, I can't. Not without you!

- You must learn to forget.

- Not me though, chief.

Whether you're in Paris

or behind the bars,

I can't forget what you've done for me.

- Good old Dirk.

Who can tell?

Perhaps someday we'll

go up again together.

All you have to know is

that somewhere I'm alive

and that I still depend on you.

Because I know that I can, Dirk.

- Anything, chief.

Anywhere.

- And remember, above all, madame.

- I've got it, chief.

- Irene.

Irene, you mustn't go to pieces over me.

Whatever happens, they can't crush me.

Now and always, I am Paul Reynard.

- I know that you have a

wonderful spirit, Paul,

but when I think of what you have to face-

- It will be so much

easier for me to face it

since I know that you'll get along.

At least you won't have

to worry about money.

The jewels I gave you are worth a fortune.

- I gave up the jewels, Paul. Everything.

- Tainted money?

I wish you hadn't suffered

from so much conscience.

What are you going to do without money?

- Paul, I'll work.

I'll sing, I'll get along. But you-

I'll be the honored

guest of the government.

A special boat with a military escort

takes me to my new home, a

plantation in the tropics.

A penal colony.

They're still afraid of me, even now.

They're rushing me there tonight.

- Then I must go to. I must be near you.

I must be somewhere where I can be close!

- I forbid you to even speak of it.

I won't have you sacrificed too.

I'll be an old man when I get out.

If I'm not, I'll be a fugitive.

I'll be no good to you either way.

You're a young woman. You

have your life before you.

I want you to live it,

and the only way you can

do that is to forget me.

Get me out of your mind

and your heart completely.

- Paul! How can you talk that way now?

You know that I can't forget you.

That I don't want to! That I...

- Chief, I can't read

between the lines very well,

but you don't mean to say

that you want madame to divorce you?

To lose her?

- How else do you think

I'm going to hold her

for the next 10 years?

One, two, three, pull!

One, two, three, pull!

Pull!

- If I had pull, I wouldn't be here.

- Oh, come on, we gotta keep trying.

One, two, three, pull!

Oh, stop shamming and get up.

- What's the matter with him?

- Can't you see?

Thinks it's easier to faint than to work.

- Come on, take him out of here.

You haven't changed since

you've been here, Reynard.

- Every man must do his share.

- You didn't think so when

you lived off the world.

- Come on, get me somebody

who can do the work.

- Be quiet! You don't give

orders here, you take 'em!

Fall in!

Forward, march!

- We must apologize for

the towel, monsieur.

It will be changed.

Next month.

Mail, let's go.

- Come forward when your names are called.

Ramiro. Chevalle.

Delos.

Marechal.

- The last letter I got was 17 years ago.

A bill from my tailor.

- Pasteur. Blanc.

- I don't even get a

circular from my undertaker.

- Be quiet, I want to hear the names.

- Ferreira.

Mjoll.

Mendez. Chivas.

- He's delaying mine on purpose.

Reynard.

Ramiro. Duval.

Delos.

Marechal.

Pasteur.

Blanc.

Ferreira. Mjoll.

Mendez.

- "Patience."

What can they know?

Every hour is a day, every day is a week.

Every week an eternity.

- If only I could receive a letter.

Any letter.

- "Patience"! If something

doesn't happen soon, I'll...

- Ah, good evening, Senhor Perreda.

- Ah, Senhor Perreda! This way, please!

- Let me tell you something, Cap.

When you're in the jungle,

this is your best friend.

What do they call it?

- Machete.

- Machete, huh?

- Dirk.

Where's the drinks for table six?

- I don't know.

They just lifted themselves off the bar

and went out to get a

little fresh air, I guess.

- You pay more attention

to sailors and barflies

then you do to our carriage trade.

Say, who do you think you are?

- The best bartender you ever had.

And I'll tell you something more.

I can get a better job just like that.

- Well, why don't you take it?

- Because your pretty brown

eyes hold me in a spell.

- You think because the boss

is sweet on your friend,

Madame Irene, you gonna run this place.

Someday I'm going to fire you.

- Manuelo.

Someday I'm going to fire you.

Amazing.

And you look so much like a man.

- What do you mean?

- I mean you're not a man

at all, you're an old woman.

You have the longest

tongue in Rio de Janeiro.

- Really, I didn't mean no harm.

- What business is it of yours

to couple Madame Irene's name

with mine in public, even in private?

It slipped out.

It was the first time.

- Oh no, it wasn't, but

it's gonna be the last.

Now, you take my advice

and leave both Madame Irene

and myself out of your conversation.

- I assure you, senhor,

I have always told people

there is absolutely nothing between you.

Time after time I have said

you are not the kind of man

to pursue a woman month after month

when she wouldn't have

nothing to do with you.

Yes, time after time.

- Someday, I'm going to fire you.

- Thank you.

- Steel or matches, a bridge is a bridge.

Oh! Did you see what he did?

Oh, I'm...

- Dirk!

- I'm terribly sorry. Truly, I am.

- Throw him out!

- Oh no, don't.

- Yes, throw him out!

- Yeah, kick him out!

- Oh, don't. Don't!

- Apologize.

Apologize.

I wanna apologize to the lady, that's all.

Must apologize.

- I'll call for you tomorrow at 6.

- You ought to have more

important things to do.

- Well, I like to know that you're safe.

You know it was the chief's last order,

and until he comes back-

- That'll be along time, Dirk.

- But we are making it easier for him.

I made a few contacts

with sailors and traders,

and Paul's getting more tobacco.

- Tobacco.

Letters.

Memories.

- But at least he does

know we're thinking of him.

- Goodnight, Dirk.

- Goodnight.

- You sure this is where she lives?

- Positive.

- 'Cause I wouldn't like to

apologize to the wrong person.

- Yes, just a minute.

Stop it, I'm coming.

Who do you want to see?

- Not you.

There you are.

I-.-

I'm so glad you weren't hurt. I...

I feel I should apologize for the way-

- No, please. Don't steal my stuff.

Madame Irene, you see before you

the contrite figure of a man

who has no other aim in life

but to apologize to you.

- Oh, get him a chair.

- Oh, no, no. Please, please.

I wanna say it on my feet.

I stand before you...

I stand...

- Maria, have you had any experience

with a gentleman in this condition?

- Yes, my husband, but

he was no gentleman.

- Well, what is one supposed to do?

- Well, one's supposed to do nothing.

They sleep it off.

- Cover him with something.

Yeah, poor thing.

- And leave the gate open.

Good morning, senhor!

Madame wants to know if you

care to have a cup of coffee

before you leave.

- Oh, I see.

Madame wants to know if I'd like

to have a cup of coffee before I leave.

Yes.

- Would you tell me

something in confidence?

- Yes, senhor.

- What day is this?

Today?

It's Tuesday.

- Tuesday?

- Tuesday!

Tuesday.

And madame wants to know-

- If you care

to have a cup of coffee

before you leave!

- Would you be so kind as to tell madame

that I think on this particular Tuesday

that I'll just skip the cup of coffee?

- Oh, you don't want?

- No, I don't want.

- You don't want no coffee?

- No.

- I'll tell madame you don't

want today your coffee.

I will tell her.

- Madame wants to know if

I want a cup of coffee.

Madame wants to know if

I want a cup of coffee.

Good morning.

Quiet.

Madame wants to know if

I want a cup of coffee.

- Good morning!

Sure you don't want a cup

of coffee before you go?

- No, no, I think I'll just-

- A cup of coffee will do

you a lot of good, I'm sure.

- Well, now that you mention it, I...

I might possibly use a little brandy.

- Brandy always comes after coffee.

Doesn't it?

- Yes, it does.

Thank you.

Well, it certainly is

a relief for a change

to have a nice, quiet family breakfast

with no poor relations

or strangers around.

Isn't it, dear?

- Uh, well, yes!

It's such a relief.

Aren't you curious to

know how you got here?

- Well, yes, as a matter

of fact, I am, but...

I don't know, something

tells me I'd better not ask.

- You came here to apologize.

- I did?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, don't tell me for what.

- All right, I won't.

- Hot biscuits.

Hot biscuits.

Hot biscuits!

- You know, you oughta teach that maid

not to giggle in the morning.

Giggling's bad enough at any time,

but in the morning it's

positively immoral, positively.

You're not listening to a word I'm saying.

- Oh, yes, I am.

- Not a word.

We might as well really be married.

- Well, I was wondering about you.

- About me?

Yes, Gregory is the name.

William T. Gregory.

Male, white, American,

and repulsively handsome.

In case you couldn't

tell by looking at me.

- I can tell much more than

that by looking at you.

- You can?

What can you tell?

- You don't care much about women.

You don't care much about men.

You don't care much about anything.

But I'm sure there must've been a time

when you cared a great

deal about everything.

- You know, for a minute, senhora,

I thought that I was gonna

get my coffee and biscuits

and my drink for nothing.

Not even for the story of my downfall.

Oh, yes. It was too much to expect.

- Well, I didn't ask for anything.

- Oh, no, no. I know, I know.

Well, I'll be a good

sport. I'll come through.

You see, it was like this.

Once, I was the happiest man in the world.

I lived in a little rose-covered cottage,

with the sweetest, dearest,

prettiest wife that any man ever had.

50 years we traveled life's road together,

and never a cross word.

And at night, she used to sit under a lamp

and play and play the piano.

And when she was through playing,

I used to tune the piano.

Oh, that was my profession, you know.

I was a piano tuner. Oh, yes.

In fact, I think I can

safely say without boasting

that I was a very prominent piano tuner.

Probably the most prominent piano tuner

in the United States.

Why, people used to bring their pianos

on the backs for miles

just to have me tune them.

Oh yes, I was rolling in gold.

Of course, not in public, mind you.

Oh, no. No, I was too smart for that.

But in the evening when

the shades were drawn,

I used to get out my gold and roll in it.

Yes, roll in it.

But then...

Well, then came that dreadful day.

- Yes?

What day?

- The day when the radio was born.

The day when the American

people discovered

that they'd rather listen

to static in the air

than to Beethoven at home.

Well, I was ruined overnight.

I was called before the regiment

and my tuning fork broken

before my very eyes.

Oh, you can imagine what it did to me.

And my wife, my wife of 50 years,

good ol' Darby, took to a jitterbug.

- And I took to drink.

Drink, that curse of man.

Gets you by the throat.

Incidentally, how about my brandy?

Oh, it gets you by the throat.

Well, that's all I have to say.

That's the sad, sad story

of this empty shell you see before you.

The sad story of this mere husk of a man.

- I have read another story about you.

Just this morning.

It's on a cafe note.

"An unpleasant scene was staged last night

in the Cafe Samba by William Gregory,

whose unwelcome presence in Rio de Janeiro

should be noted by authorities.

He is the American engineer and builder

of the great Tapajos River bridge

which collapsed recently just

previous to its completion.

- That's a lie.

"Collapse."

How could it?

There was corruption in

the buying of the materials

and they put the blame on me.

- Sometimes things happen

which no man can control.

Or woman.

You ought to go back to your own people.

- I'd rather be dead than

go back to the States!

Look.

I've caused you some trouble,

and you've been very nice about it.

Now forget me. I'm not

worth worrying about.

Oh, did I think you?

Oh yes, I did.

And just two things I'd like you to know.

First of all, I'm a heel.

And second, you're

probably a darn swell girl.

- Any news about Santos?

- I heard he made it.

- I heard he didn't.

- Aw, every time somebody makes a break,

you hear these stories for weeks.

"They made it."

"They didn't make it."

But the only way we find

out what really happened,

is when some-

Mail! Mail!

- This month's mail.

Come forward when your names

are called, and step lively.

Cabrero.

Portas.

Labelle. Bateau.

Matos.

Santos.

No use calling his name.

There, that's all there was.

Dismissed.

- What do you mean, "all"?

It can't be!

- Be quiet.

Do you want to go to solitary?

- There must have been one!

You've lost it with your stupidity!

I demand my letters!

- Well, well, the head

of Reynard Incorporated

demands his morning mail.

- I tell you, I get letters every month!

- This month you didn't.

Can I help it if your little

dove found someone else?

- You! You!

- Don't you know when

you're dead, Reynard?

A woman don't wait 10

years for a dead man.

Not unless she's a fool!

- Look!

- Santos?

- That's what the identity tag said.

It's about all that's left of him.

- How far did he get?

- Seven miles.

- Pretty good in that jungle.

- Ants or buzzards?

- One started, the other finished.

When are you boys gonna get some sense?

- Poor Santos.

He thought he could make it this time.

Poor fool.

- Poor fool?

To try and get out of this?

To get somewhere?

To someone?

It can't be that she's found someone else.

- Don't t*rture yourself, Paul.

In the beginning, I used

to think of my girl.

Then I learned she married.

Later, I used to think of my mother.

Then she died.

Now I don't think.

I just sleep.

- I never thought that I could

miss a human being so much.

I've gotta get out of this place.

Even you couldn't get far.

You can't beat this jungle.

Forget about it, Paul.

- I was always lucky.

And I will be again.

- Irene.

Why are you sitting here?

- Why?

- At Carnival time we

forget our personal troubles

and just have a lot of fun.

Why don't you forget yours?

Just like the New Year,

the heart is full of fun,

the young look beautiful

and the old look young,

and everyone loves his neighbor.

- An old American custom.

You mind my cutting in?

- I do, and I don't.

- Well, that's the first

bit of encouragement

I've had in weeks.

I'm absolutely in the trees now.

- Better come down to solid ground.

- Listen, madame, you can't talk that way

to the Sheik of Araby.

Why, my burning charger is waiting

to carry us over the fiery sands.

- Sneeze it!

- Someday I'm gonna

break Mr. Gregory's neck.

As for Madame Irene, well-

- You think you're sore?

- Plenty!

- You should see the boss.

He's so green with jealousy, just like a-

- A very interesting conversation. Go on.

Go on, I say.

- I am finished.

- Well, I'm not. I'm just beginning.

How many times have I told

you to keep your mouth

out of things that don't concern you?

- Senhor, I am merely dust.

- If you don't look out,

you'll be six feet under.

Saying that I, a man of my age,

would be jealous of a woman.

- Irene-

- Oh no, don't.

Please don't say it. Don't tell me.

- Why not?

- Because...

Because I want so much to hear

it, and I haven't any right.

Oh, no!

Oh, this is crazy.

I never should've let this...

It's all my fault.

We must forget each other.

- Forget each other? Why?

- Oh, 'cause the world is all wrong.

There is no music! There is no laughter!

Because you're no good for

me, and I'm no good for you.

- Senhor, you don't seem to understand.

All the pump broke down.

No water run through the pipes.

The cattle will die.

- Well, why don't you

get somebody to fix it?

- Not on these ranchos, senhor.

What we need is a real engineer.

- Engineer!

Who said engineer?

My credentials, sir.

Graduated with honors.

Everybody predicted great things for me.

I drew plans for a bridge

across the Atlantic.

Everyone says, "Perfect!"

"Wait for a low tide and

we'll start building."

At your service, sir.

Just let me build something.

That's all I ask. Let me build something.

- That wouldn't be a bad idea.

- I think you got something there.

- All right, the job is yours.

I knew you'd come to me.

For the man who spanned

the Atlantic will go!

Or, no. Won't go.

Not till I get that whiskey, huh?

Okay, thank you.

- Take him to the ranch.

- Build something, huh?

- And keep him there.

Build it.

Mustn't drink that stuff anymore.

- Senhor, if you're awake,

I'll take you to the pump.

- What pump?

- The pump Senhor Roberto hire you to fix.

- Well, bring your pump to me.

- That's hardly possible, senhor.

It weighs 40 tons.

- I don't want to be inquisitive,

but would you mind telling me who I am?

- You said you were an engineer.

- Well, if I said that, I lied.

I used to be an engineer.

I'm through.

I couldn't build a wheelbarrow today.

See?

So you get somebody else,

and tell me the way to get back to town.

- Car leaves every other day.

- Well, I'll walk then.

- But senhor, we must have more water.

There's sickness in the

house. My children, fever.

- I'm sorry. One to each family, senhora.

- Why don't you give her a little more?

You want to be responsible-

- Senhor.

You think we like to do this? We got to!

- All right, give her my share.

I don't drink water anyway.

Oh, this thing's no good.

It's not a question of repairing it.

It's a question of a

complete irrigation system.

Are there any streams in those mountains?

- Si, senhor. There's snow too.

- You got a reservoir?

- We have some wells,

but they only last 48 hours at the most.

- All right.

We'll repair this temporarily.

But what you really need is a dam.

- You can close up, Dirk,

as soon as you are through.

- Thank you, sir.

- Brandy.

- I'm sorry, old timer,

but the bar's closed.

I have some water, if you like.

- I need brandy.

I want brandy, and that's

what you'll serve me.

- Listen, old man.

If it's help you need

in getting outta here-

- I don't need any help.

But Paul does.

- Paul?

- Paul Reynard.

- Did you say brandy?

- Goodnight, Dirk. Don't work too hard.

- Oh, I'll see you tomorrow.

- That's the trouble.

- What do you know about Paul?

- We were colleagues.

Chained together on the same lumber g*ng.

- How did you get out?

Served the full sentence.

They want me to die on my own time.

Maybe I'll fool them.

- All right now.

What did you say about Paul?

- There won't be any Paul

if he doesn't get out.

He's crazy.

He wants to break loose.

He thinks he can do it if he

had some help from the outside.

- Yeah?

How can that be arranged?

Here, some more brandy.

There are ways, and I know them.

- Aren't you going to take me home, Dirk?

- Why, of course, sure.

- Oh, perhaps you're still busy.

- Well, I won't be long, madame.

Would you mind waiting in the car?

- Please hurry. I'm tired.

- Hmm. Now I understand.

I saw her picture outside.

Madame Irene, yeah? I understand.

- You were telling me there are ways.

- Me, I'd be heading

for the nearest saloon.

- It was heading for a

saloon that brought me here.

- The way I figured it out,

don't make much difference.

Every time night comes when I was free,

I'd say to myself, "What'll I do tonight?"

Now I don't have to worry anymore.

I know what I'm gonna do every night.

- It's all in the breaks.

- Hey, you two.

Report to Rocco right away.

- What does he want to see us for?

We ain't done nothin'.

- Aw, come on.

- Wanna see us, Rocco?

- Sure. It's always a pleasure

to see Reynard Incorporated.

- And that pleasure is always mutual.

- There's a package here for you.

You know what's in it?

- Certainly.

A saw and a code in cipher.

- Something for you too.

- For me?

I wonder who could be...

Let me see it.

It's from my uncle!

My uncle in Marseilles.

Why, he hasn't sent me

anything since, since...

And now he's remembering me again.

Can I open it?

- Oh, no. Rocco must do that.

He must examine everything.

- Take it and get out. Both of you!

Go on, get out of here.

- Remember me telling you

about my uncle in Marseilles?

- Yes, I remember.

Here, we're going to exchange gifts.

- And now as we get ready to

go down to the site of the dam,

let us ask the good padre

to bless the project

that has been so ingeniously planned

by our young engineer, Senhor Gregory.

- Oh God, by whose name

all things are sanctified,

pour forth thy blessing on this water.

Benedictionum.

Benedictionum.

Benedictionum.

- My friends, I'm sure we'd all

like to show our appreciation

for the man whose energy and brilliance

has shown us that we have

riches all around us,

and taught us how to gather them in.

I call for three cheers

for Senhor Gregory!

Viva!

- Viva!

- Viva!

- Viva!

- Viva!

- Viva!

- Senhor Gregory, I wonder

if you'd be kind enough

to sign the registry in our little church.

We like to keep a record

of our notable friends

who visit us here.

- I'll be glad to.

- And perhaps madame would sign also?

You'll find it in the vestry.

- I've missed you terribly.

- Yet you've worked hard,

and with success to-

- Oh, I was grateful for the job,

it filled my days and occupied my mind,

but nevertheless I've missed you.

I kept seeing your face before me.

One minute it was there, and the next,

you were swallowed up by the crowd.

But I've found you again-

- Bill.

- And I want...

- I must get back.

- Why did you come?

- I had to.

Roberto told me that

you were doing miracles,

that you were a changed man.

I wanted to find out for myself.

- I've waited for weeks until

I could pull myself together.

Weeks till I thought I had

the right to speak to you.

What's standing between us? Reynard?

- Yes.

- How can you let him?

He's wrecked everyone's

life, including your own.

Do you still love him?

- Bill, you can't pin me

down by forcing me to answer.

There are all kinds of love.

Reynard fascinated me.

And whatever he was to the

world, he was good to me.

Although sometimes he

did frighten me horribly,

and yet there was some kind

of a terrible fascination,

even in that.

But that's all over.

I don't love him anymore.

- Well, then why don't you

free yourself from him?

- If I deserted Paul

when he needed me most,

I'd always be miserable.

Oh, let's face this, Bill.

There is no way out. I'm trapped.

But I'm not going to let

you be trapped with me.

- Is that your final word?

- It must be.

- Think we've been missed?

- No, not yet.

- We can still turn back.

Remember what happened to Santos.

- Santos was a fool.

Don't worry, I've arranged everything.

- It's wonderful, the way you do things.

You must have some great

friends on the outside.

- I have myself.

Come on, we've still got

two miles to do today.

- Miles and miles and days and days.

Maybe I can't last.

- You've got to last, Mushy.

Think of it!

When we get out of this, we'll be free!

Come on.

- No Mushy, no Paul.

72 hours.

- That gives Reynard

Incorporated and his accomplice

just time enough to reach the

swamp and change their minds.

But it may be too late.

- My guess is they'll be

here on their knees tomorrow,

begging to be taken back.

- Maybe yes, maybe no.

Did you ever see a pair of skeletons walk?

- Paul!

It's no use.

- Get your breath, you'll be all right.

- I'm through.

You go on.

- I can't cut through the

rest of this jungle alone.

It'll take the both of us. Come on.

Come on.

- Please!

Please, Paul, I can't.

- Listen, Mushy.

Only a few more miles

ahead of us and a bath.

Clean, warm water.

Soap that is soothing to the skin.

A tub all by yourself.

- But I never had those.

- Listen. Listen, Mushy.

Fresh linen. Clothes

that fit you, and food.

Do you realize what it will mean

to sit down to a civilized meal

with a bottle of wine properly chilled?

- But honest, Paul, I never had those.

- Come on, Mushy.

Come on.

- Hey.

Go away.

We ain't dead yet.

- You want something to eat?

- No.

I just wanna sit here.

We really got through the worst of it.

- Yes, we really got

through the worst of it.

- I just wanna sleep.

Wake me up in a hundred years.

But Paul?

I ain't done nothin' to you.

- On the contrary, you've

done me a great favor.

- In a few years,

I could've gone back home.

- Dirk!

Dirk!

Dirk!

Dirk.

Dirk!

- Chief!

Oh, chief.

Chief!

Oh, chief.

I'm here, chief.

Oh, just look at you.

I've been hugging this coast

for the last three weeks.

I thought you'd never turn up.

- Where's the boat?

- Just down the river, not far from here.

But chief, you're tired. Don't

you think you ought to rest?

- No, no, no need to rest. Let's go on.

- You, in your message,

you mentioned another man.

Where is he?

- He couldn't make it.

Irene.

You must lift yourself out of this mood.

- I know, Roberto. I'm trying to.

- I'll have to go in a few minutes.

Course, you don't have

to if you don't want to.

- I want to.

I think it would be

better for me if I did.

- Come in.

- You know then?

I won't say a thing now.

- No.

Please, not now.

Madame Irene?

- Come back here, after my number.

Madame Irene!

- Sing "After the Rain"!

- "After the Rain"!

Sing "After the Rain"!

- "After the Rain"!

- I never dreamt that I'd

get another chance at life.

But it looks like I will.

Well, I'll give her just two minutes.

Any woman should be able

to dress in two minutes.

- In what country, my friend?

- Paul.

- Well?

Haven't you anything to say to me?

I...

What can I say? I...

I'm so overcome.

- Are you?

Then I think you might've

given me a warmer greeting.

A wife who hasn't seen her

husband for such a long time,

and who...

Dirk tells me has been

fully able to amuse herself.

- I didn't amuse myself.

I fell in love.

I couldn't help it, Paul. I tried not to.

- You are married to me.

- I know it.

- You can't possibly have forgotten

everything that we meant to each other.

- I haven't.

- You don't know what it means to me

to hold you in my arms again.

- Let me go.

- Why, am I so repulsive to you?

- Yes, when I feel you

touching me. Let me go!

- You think that now.

You think it, but you

will forget this man.

You'll forget him.

- No, I won't, Paul.

You're utterly wrong.

- Right or wrong, you're

going to stay married to me.

We're leaving Rio tomorrow.

I'm starting on a new career.

With you, I'll be on

top of the world again.

Nothing can stop me, nothing can-

Don't let anyone in.

Irene?

Open, please, it's Bill.

I must see you at once.

- Don't let him in. Tell him to go away.

- Bill!

- Yes?

- I can't see you now. Go away, please!

- Irene, please forgive me

for barging in like this,

but I was worried about you.

There's a commotion outside.

Police, official cars,

all sorts of rumors.

I just wanted to make sure

you were safe, that's all.

- I'll worry about my wife's

safety, thank you, Mr. Gregory.

- Paul Reynard.

- Chief, let's make a run for it.

The police are closing in

and they have orders to k*ll.

Now, we haven't a chance, neither of us,

if we don't make a move now.

Now please, come on.

- It's annoying being hunted

like this, isn't it, Dirk?

But I escaped once before

and I'll do it again.

You ready, Irene? You're going with me.

- Bill, don't let him.

- I won't.

- I've lost her.

- That's it, chief.

You've lost her, now face it.

But there's still time for you and I.

Now please, will you come, chief? Come on.

- Do you know, Dirk,

for the first time in my life, I'm tired.

I'm really tired.

I wish I could say bless you,

my children, but I can't,

because I'm going to k*ll you.

- Don't be mad, chief.

You mustn't have any more

murders on your conscience.

Let's make a break while

we still got a chance.

Now come on, chief, please.

- Have I lost you too, Dirk?

- If we don't go, they'll

surely k*ll you now.

- I'm not afraid to die.

I don't want to live anymore.

I've lost her, Dirk.

Don't you understand? I've lost her.

They won't be k*lling me when they sh**t.

I'm dead already.

But before I go, out of my way,

Dirk, or I'll k*ll you too.

- Paul!

- I'm sorry, chief.

We had our chance.

A slight chance.

But you've lost it.

I've lost.

You better take her away from here,

because when I kick that door open,

there may be some firing, and

it won't be safe for anybody.

- It's out of your hands, Irene.

It's out of everyone's hands.