All language subtitles for Angel.1937.iNTERNAL.BDRip.x264-MANiC

Bonjour, madame.

I want a small suite, please.
It must be quiet.

I have a very charming one
facing the courtyard.

Will madame please
sign her name?

Merci, madame.

In order to save
inconvenience later,
madame,

will you kindly leave
your passport here?

I just showed my passport
at the airport.

I'm very sorry, madame,
but it's a government
regulation.

Oh?

Traveling is becoming
quite complicated
these days, isn't it?

Merci, madame.
S'il vous plaît.

Bonjour, madame.

Will you show madame to 54?

Par ici,
s'il vous plaît.

Is there anything wrong?

Not at all.

Everything will be all right,
I assure you, Mrs. Brown.

Thank you.

35 francs.

Don't you speak English?

Pas anglais, monsieur.

Merci, monsieur, merci.

Well, don't I get
anything back?

Merci, monsieur, merci.

No, no! Money.
Uh, change. Back.

Merci, monsieur.
Merci beaucoup.

Don't rub it in.

Do you want me to wait?

Merci beaucoup.

Amazing. You know,
I'm going to like
Bolshevism.

Why? Do you think
you could earn
your own living?

No, no. That's the bad
part about Bolshevism.
But it has merit.

For instance,
if it hadn't been
for the revolution,

the Grand Duchess would
still be in Russia

instead of providing us
with such a delightful salon.

And perhaps, I should
never have met you.

Pardon me, Your Highness.

Who is this Mr. Halton?

I've never seen him before.
I think an Englishman.

He brings best regards
from Captain Buckler.

Captain Buckler? Oh, yes.

Let him wait
in the reception room.
I'll be a few minutes.

The Grand Duchess
will be delighted
to see you,

but I am afraid it will be
a few moments. If you will be
so kind as to step in here.

Rue de la Tour. 314.

Oh, rue de la Tour,
trois quatorze.

Whom may I announce,
madame?

Oh...
Just say an old friend.

Listen, my man,
this is very important.

How can I reach Miss Field?
What's that you say?

Three, four,
six, seven.

What is it you want?

Pardon me your Highness.

Who's playing
the piano in...

The Englishman.

I'd forgotten
all about him.

There's a lady waiting
who wants to see you.

She said
she's an old friend.

Well, tell her to
leave her address and
don't let her in again.

All I want is a cup of tea
and a sandwich.

No!

It isn't possible.

It is I.

Oh, you look marvelous.

You know, I haven't seen you,
not since I opened this salon.

And I haven't heard
from you in...

In six years, Anna.

Six. Well, why didn't
you write to me?

You know I always like to
keep track of my friends.

That's why I didn't
write to you.

Oh...

Er, well, now,
tell me everything.
How's Rome?

Rome? I haven't been
in Rome for years.

Has your husband
been transferred?

Oh, you mean Savoldi?

Oh, I didn't marry him.
I broke the engagement.

Why?

Forgotten.

Oh.

What are you doing now?

At the moment,
I'm in Paris.

By the way.
I'm not in Paris.
Can I trust you?

I swear.

Anna, I'm in a rather
difficult situation.

Serious?

I really came to Paris
to ask your advice.

You know I always give
sensible advice.

But driving up here,
I realized that I don't want
any sensible advice.

I want no sense, no logic,
no reason. It can't help me
at the moment.

What's going on in Paris?

Will you excuse me?

Hello? Hello...

Oh, it's you.
Look, may I call you back
in 10 minutes?

Do you want me to go out?

Just a moment.

You're so understanding.

How do you do?

So kind of you to see me.

I bring you best regards
from Captain Buckler.

Captain Buckler?

You remember Willie Buckler.
He always talked
so much about you.

And he told me,
"If you want to have
an amusing time in Paris,

"go straight to
the Grand Duchess."

And here I am.

And there you are.

So, you want to have
an amusing time in Paris?

Mmm, well...

Well, we must see that
you have a very amusing time.

Sit down, please.
Have you been in
Paris before?

Not since the war.

How exciting for you.

Yes, I'm thrilled.

And I'm so glad
to meet you.

Thank you.

Be seated, please.

You're going to see Paris
at its best.

Now, let me think.
What could I suggest?

Oh, first of all,
you would like to see
the Louvre Museum.

The what?

One of the most interesting
picture galleries
in the world.

You've heard of
the Mona Lisa?

Uh, yes, I believe I have.

Oh, you don't care
for pictures?

Oh, I know.
The Eiffel Tower.

You mean that steel thing
stuck up in the air?

Your Highness,
do you know what
I'm afraid of?

What?

I'm afraid you're going to
suggest Notre-Dame.

I was just coming to that.

Madame, even if you could
give me the history of
each stone separately,

I'm still not interested.

Oh...

No, I've found through life,
the days take care
of themselves.

It's the evenings
that are so difficult.

Oh, how stupid of me.

You want me to arrange
a party for you.
A nice, large party.

Not too large.

Six?

Four? Two?

Two is the best suggestion.

Why do you stare at me
like that?

He's completely off his head.

What are you talking about?

Buckler. He described you
as hard as nails,

much older and, erm,
beginning to spread.

How unkind of him.

I hope you don't think
the description fits me.

If he'd said,
"One of the loveliest
women in the world,"

I'd have recognized you
anywhere.

Encouraging. Thank you.

Now, I wonder which one
of my friends you would like.

May I make a suggestion?

It would make our
mutual friend, Buckler,
very happy if...

If you would dine with me.

I'm engaged.

Oh, well, then,
don't bother anymore.

I'll have a couple
of boiled eggs,
a detective story

and go to bed.

Madame, have you ever been
at the mercy of loneliness?

Have you ever been a stranger
in a strange city?

Often.

What did you do?

I cried.

Well, that's what
I shall do.

Café Danube, 9:00.

8:30.

9:00.

But, Your Highness...

Oh, by the way,
I'm not the Grand Duchess.

What?

Quarter to 9:00.

Mr. Halton.

How do you do?

You are the
Grand Duchess Anna?

Captain Buckler
described you
so accurately,

I would have
known you anywhere.

Oh, thank you so much.

Captain Buckler.

I imagine he wants me to
arrange something for you.

Whom would you like to meet?
What would you like to do?

Erm...

I'd like to see
the Louvre Museum.

The what?

Yes, the Louvre,
the Eiffel Tower. Oh,
and most of all, Notre-Dame.

Are you sure you're a friend
of Captain Buckler's?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, well, well.

I'm afraid I can't do
anything for you.

Oh yes you can.

Tell me the name of
the lady who was
in the room a moment ago.

Lady? I don't know.
Was there a lady here?

Oh, come, come.
You know there was.

Really, I don't know.
I swear.

All right.

Goodbye, Your Highness.

Mr. Halton, why do you want
to know her name?

Because I'm dining with her
at a quarter to 9:00.

You are a friend of
Captain Buckler's.

What a lovely song.
What's the name of it?

It has no name.

I just made it up
for you, madame.

And for you, monsieur.
Thank you.

Thank you.

You must have been
very successful with women.

What makes you say that?

Nobody could order
such a delicious dinner
who wasn't.

Am I a success with you?

Tremendous.

I wonder if I am.

Why do you doubt it?

Because here we are
at the dessert, and we know
nothing about each other.

You won't tell me your name.
You won't even let me
tell you mine.

Oh, dear.

Didn't we settle
all that at the soup,
and again at the salad?

Why spoil such a perfect
evening with names?

I don't want to know
your name.

Whatever it is,
I know it wouldn't suit you.

Thank you.

Then I should
hate to risk it.

Besides, I know
all about you.

You do?

Providence gave you
gray eyes,

brown hair,

a charming smile,

and great attraction.

Everything else
is unimportant.

I'm content.

You're married?

Back to the soup
and the salad.
Why be so curious?

Jealous.
Just terribly jealous.

I thought we were going to
have an amusing evening,

and now it's become
serious.

Desperately.

Who are you?
I must know.

Isn't it obvious?

You meet me at the house
of the Grand Duchess.

What were you doing there?

You meet me at 5:00.

And at ten minutes past 5:00,
I agree to dine with you,

a complete stranger.

The shortest story
in the world.

Now tell me the true one.

Very well, then. Perhaps,
it's dangerous for you
to be with me.

Perhaps, I have a husband
who will come in
and shoot you.

Perhaps, I'm a spy.
A thief.

The police may come in
and arrest me.

Both of us.

You're none of
those things.

If you were,
it wouldn't matter.

Now or any other time.

I must have done
something very nice
in my life

to be so beautifully
rewarded.

Do you really mean that?

And so much more.

You're an angel.

"Angel", that's what
I shall call you.

Angel.

You're cold.

Frightened.

Of me?

Much more serious.
I'm frightened of myself.

What a strange evening.

I dined with you
to be amused, to laugh,

to laugh at you, and...

And what?

And say goodbye.

Could you?

I don't know.
You must give me time.

Please, a fortnight?

A week.

Next Wednesday at 5:00
at the Grand Duchess'.

You wait for me. If I come,
I won't ask any questions.

I'll go with you
wherever you ask me to.

And if you don't come?

Then you must forgive me.

Never look for me.
Forget that I ever existed.
Swear.

Promise that you'll
do that for me, please?

If I did, it would be
a promise I couldn't keep.

I don't care who you are,
or what you are.

All I know is...

What?

I love you.

You'll never go
out of my life.
I'll never let you go.

Uh, merci beaucoup.

Angel?

Angel!

Angel?

No other statements,
Sir Frederick?

Good evening.

How is everything,
Wilton?

The Foreign Secretary wants
you on the telephone, sir.

Get me the minutes of
Thursday's meeting.
Article Six, Section Five-B.

Also, Friday's meeting.
All of Article, um, Two.

Well, Mr. Wilton,
how are you?

Glad to see you back,
my dear Graham.

How's everything at Geneva?
Is there going to be a war?

Well,

it looks as if Europe
is going to have peace.

At least for the
next three weeks.

We had rather
a hard fight, you know?

Twenty-one nations
lined up against us.
But we won.

I hear France was making
some difficulties?

Well, what can you
expect from the French?

Do you realize that
the French delegate
hasn't even a man-servant?

Appalling.

But on the other hand,
the Russians were
the surprise of me life.

We had two Soviet
delegates to dinner.

You may not believe it,
but I assure you,
they were properly dressed.

Tailcoats, white ties.

Well, well, well.
Maybe the Russians
are going places.

Oh, well, I wouldn't
come to hasty conclusions.
They still dunk.

I shan't need you anymore
this evening.

Good night, sir.

Graham.

It would be outrageous.
You can't disturb the master
at this time.

But the telegram may contain
matters of state.

But how would you justify
your action if it were only
a personal matter?

I'm afraid you would be
criticized very harshly.

My dear Mr. Wilton,
may I remind you of what
our master always says?

"A statesman must have
the courage to be unpopular."

What is it?

A telegram, my lady.

Oh, thank you.

What is it?

Oh...

I didn't want to
wake you up.

You were sleeping
so peacefully, I hadn't
the heart to disturb you.

You're always
so considerate.

Oh, I watched you
for a long time.

You had the loveliest
expression.

I was dreaming.

About me?

I dreamt you were
a great success
at the League of Nations.

Why, I was. Sweetheart,
your husband defeated
21 nations.

Oh? You must be worn out.

Not at all I feel better than ever.

Good.

What else did you
dream about?

Oh, yes.

I came into the
League of Nations, dressed in
the most striking Paris gown.

All the delegates
rose to their feet,
staring at me.

But I walked straight to you.
I wanted to kiss you.

But you were talking.
So, I walked out.

Then I went to Egypt.
And from Egypt,
I went to China.

From China, I went to Arabia.
I circled the whole globe.

Finally, I came back to
the League of Nations.

You were still talking.

So, I took you away.
I took you to Paris.

We walked in the park
at night. You had
your arm around me.

Suddenly, I sat down
on a bench.

I was cold and frightened.

Of me?

Oh!

I got mixed up.
I dreamt that yesterday.

Now, let me see.

Oh, I have it.

I lost you in Paris.

The next thing I remember,
we were here at home,

and you were beating me.

Oh, what did you do?

I'm afraid to tell you.

I liked it. And then
you started to kiss me.

And you liked that, too?

Better than ever before.
And you carried me upstairs.

And?

There was a knock
at the door and I woke up.

Oh! How cruel.

It's true the dream is over,
but it doesn't have to be.

I'm so glad you're home,
my darling.

Tell me who knocked
at the door?

Graham.

At this time of
the night. Why?

A telegram.

Darling, was it
so important?

I didn't open it.
It was for you.

Where is it?

There on your table.

Bad news?

Very disturbing.

What's worrying you?

France?

No.

Yugoslavia.

Dear, I hope
you don't mind, I...

I understand.

I understand perfectly.

Good night, dear.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning.

How's the weather today?

Not bad, sir.

Why, Wilton.

Darling, here is some
thrilling news from
Mrs. MacGillicuddy.

Wilton, this is
the nicest thing

you've ever brought to
the breakfast table.

My heartiest
congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, milady.

What a pretty girl.

All her friends think
she ought to act in the films.

You see, sir,

she once was photographed
in a newsreel

at the funeral of
Admiral Benington.

She was standing
on the pavement
just as the hearse went by.

I hope I don't seem
disrespectful, sir,

but in my opinion,
she stole the show
from the late admiral.

That's love.

And I'm sure she loves you
just as much.

Oh, she worships me, sir.
But it was by no means
an easy conquest.

The young lady
didn't believe in the
institution of marriage.

But you persuaded her.

No. Begging your pardon, sir.
It was you, sir,
and you, milady.

We?

I took the liberty
of citing you both
as an example

of how beautiful
marriage can be.

And that convinced her.

Did you hear that?

Perhaps, we should stage
a rousing quarrel,

so that we won't feel
quite so responsible.

That's a lovely idea.

What shall we
quarrel about?

Well, I might say
I'm a neglected wife.

No, darling.

I'm afraid we couldn't
quarrel about that,
because I'd agree with you.

Oh, anyway, it's bad.
Complaining wives
are such a bore.

We should be able
to find something better.
I have it.

You're jealous.
A very charming woman
is in love with me.

I could believe that.

But I wouldn't quarrel
about it. I would do
just the opposite.

I would try to be
twice as charming
as the charming lady.

And I'm sure it wouldn't be
difficult for you.

Ah, you're an angel.

Frederick.

Yes, dear?

Someone is in love with me.
I'm crazy about him.

I've decided to leave you.

I'm already packed.

I wonder what you would do.

I certainly wouldn't quarrel.
It'll be too late.

Darling,
isn't that a shame?

Here we are,
two reasonably
intelligent people

and we can't find anything
to quarrel about.

We're complete failures.

Perhaps we are.

I'm sure we are.
We might just as well
face it.

We're a hopelessly happy
married couple.

What's that?

Oh, just something
I made up.

It's nice.

It's beautiful.

Darling, I didn't know
you had so much talent.

Come on, let's hear
the rest of it.

Oh, come on, come on.

Don't be timid.
Come on, let's hear it.

I'm not in the mood.

Oh, a temperamental
artist, eh?

But, you see, I don't know
what the end is going to be.

Well, you certainly found
a lovely beginning.

Almost too lovely.

Oh you must finish it.

It's not so easy.
Well, I don't know.

The beginning is so beautiful,
I wonder if the end matters.

It's an old tune,
but it's still good.
Of course, I play it badly.

But you danced
so divinely.

I don't think I was
such a good dancer.

You were a rotten dancer.

You stepped on my toes
and you ruined my shoes.

But still I say
you danced divinely.

What's the matter?

You took me back to Vienna.

Now, was that nice?

What was the name
of that little hotel?

I don't remember the name,
or how we got there.

All I remember is...

It was glorious, wasn't it?

And what a hotel.

Let's forget it,
shall we?

Oh, no, no.
I could never forget it.

The service was too awful.
They had every inconvenience.

Do you realize
there was no lift?

We climbed four flights
of stairs?

Sometimes, two at a time.

What a hotel.

And when we got to
the top of the stairs,
what did we find?

Two small
badly furnished rooms.

Were there two?

Certainly. There was
a sitting room, darling.

Oh, Christopher,
I'm so excited. This is
the thrill of my life.

I don't want to
miss a thing.

You must tell me
who everybody is,
just everybody.

Afternoon,
Mr. Breokenridge.

Oh, is that
Mr. Breokenridge?

Yes, yes, indeed.

Very modest man.

To look at him,
you wouldn't dream he's
Lord Straton's butler.

How do you do,
Mademoiselle Maupranes?

Lady Trellingham's
personal maid.

Oh, darling, this is
so fascinating, seeing
all these people in the flesh.

Love me?

Hello, John.

Interesting case.

He was Lord Aldergate's
valet for 20 years,
but it didn't last.

They differed in their
political views.

Situation finally became
impossible when Lord Aldergate
joined the Labor Party.

Hello, George.

Hiya, toots!

Oh, hello!

Who's that?

Uh... An American
chauffeur.

Now, let's see if I can
find Lady Barker.

There she is.

The one in the black dress,
just in front
of the staircase.

Something must have happened.
She seems a bit upset.

Darling, are you sure
it's nothing serious?

Just a headache,
but it's terribly annoying.

I think I'll go with you.

I'll go home and
lie down for an hour,
and I'll be all right.

You go back to your guests.

I beg your pardon, Sir Frederick.
May I?

It's for the
Consolidated Press.

Certainly.

I'd rather not, dear.

Please, no.

Thank you very much,
sir. Yes.

I hope you don't mind,
darling, but I'm not
in the mood for a picture.

I know I don't look well.

That's perfectly all right.

Are you sure you don't
want me to take you home?

Positive. You stay and
have a good time.

Take her Ladyship home
and drive carefully.

Oh, how is your wife?

She'll be alright. Just a little headache.

Now don't forget Saturday.

No. 1:00?

Here's your ticket,
old man.

Oh, thank you, Tony.

I wonder if you're right
about Landslide.

Well, I think she's
the best bet of the day.

Oh, by the way, I'm getting
quite a lot of interesting
fellows together for Saturday.

Good.

Which one is Landslide?

Oh, yes, there she is.

Who's going to be there
on Saturday?

Well, there's the
Duke of Amesbury,
Earl of Edinburgh,

Argentine Ambassador,
there'll be about
20 of us, altogether.

Pleasant luncheon.

Yes, very nice. Very nice indeed.

I'm very glad of this
opportunity to meet you,
Sir Frederick.

As a matter of fact,
I've been looking
forward to it.

Thanks.

I have a feeling that you
and I might find

some very interesting
things to talk about.

I'm quite sure we could.

Yes, these are very
exciting times.

Uh, Sir Frederick.

I wonder if you know
who I am?

Why, certainly.
Davington's been
telling me about you.

You're his house guest,
aren't you?

You were in India
for quite a while.

I still wonder
if you know who I am.

Mr. Halton, aren't you?

Yes, doesn't that name mean
anything to you?

I'm sorry.
I'm at a complete loss.

Sir Frederick,
you once deliberately
stole my overcoat.

I beg your pardon?

However, I helped myself
to a pair of your gloves.

This sounds
like a mystery story.

No, just a war anecdote.

Oh!

What was your regiment?

I was in the Warwickshire,
10th Battalion.

I was Lesters.
Machine guns.

Let me see. I don't think
the two regiments ever
came together.

Neither did we.

But during 1916 and '17,
you went to Paris several
times on leave.

Yes, that's right,
I did.

We were young.

And she was charming.

Who?

Paulette.

Do you mean
Paulette Fouchardiere?

Paulette Fouchardiere.

Modiste,

third floor,

hemstitching and
embroidery.

Are you Pootchie?

Yes, Snooky.

Well,

let me have
a look at you...

You didn't have
a mustache then, did you?

Your picture was
on the small table...

Right next to the little
silver box...

With the bird on top.

And when you opened it...

It played "O sole Mio".

Oh!

Ah, she was lovely,
wasn't she?

Paulette Fouchardiere.

Mmm...

Oh...

What a rotten trick
Napoleon played on her
great-great grandfather.

Hmm, if Napoleon had
kept his promise...

After the Battle
of Valenciennes.

Which Grandpapa
really won.

Then Grandpapa would have
married the Duchess of Parma.

And Paulette would have become
the Princess of Naples.

I wonder whatever
became of her?

To the Princess of Naples.

To the Princess.

That's very kind of you,
Lady Burnstead.

We'd love to come.
Your parties are always
so delightful.

But you see, we intend
to leave next Saturday.

Yes, I'm terribly excited.
It's our first trip in ages.

Thank you so much.

My compliments
to Lord Burnstead
and little Beatrice.

Goodbye.

May I come in?

Hello, sweetheart.

Dressing already?

The opera starts at 8:00,
doesn't it?

Oh, the opera, huh?

Now darling, you promised.

And I'm going to
keep my promise.

You love opera, I hate opera.
So, why shouldn't we go?

Have a nice luncheon?

I discussed
the naval situation with
the French attaché.

It looks promising.

You must have taken the navy
all around the world

and discussed each
battleship separately.

Why?

What time is it?

Oh, good heavens.

I meant to leave
right after lunch,

but, oh, I have lots of
amusing things to tell you.

I met an old friend.
We were in the war together.

We began reminiscing.
We had a couple of drinks.

Good old Pootchie.

Uh, Pootchie. Pootchie.

What a curious name.

That's what we used to
call him in the war.
Pootchie Halton.

His real name is Anthony.

He once practically
saved my life.
Great fellow. Great fellow.

Darling, don't you think
you'd better get dressed?

We don't want to miss
the overture.

We might as well see
the whole thing through
from the bitter beginning.

Quite a fellow,
this Halton.

Oh...

I say, did you ever hear

of a Grand Duchess
Anna Dmitrievna?

Anna Dmitrievna?

She's a Russian émigré,
lives in Paris.

Yes, I've heard of her.
Why?

This fellow Halton told me
the most fantastic story.

He's an extraordinary
fellow.

Isn't this my nail file?

It is, dear. It is.
How do you suppose
it got here?

I haven't
the faintest idea.

Graham, would you be
good enough to hand me
my nail file?

You're going to the opera
tonight, sir?

Yes, yes,
that's where I'm going.

If I may say so, sir,
my favorite opera is
Cavalleria rusticana.

It's only one act,
but it has everything.

Love, jealousy, hate, murder.
And all in 35 minutes.

I timed it once.

Isn't that the one
where the husband
suspects his wife of

singing with another man?

Right in the middle of
a beautiful duet.

Well, not immediately.
No, sir.

First, he joins them
in the most exquisite trio.

Naturally.

After Cavalleria rusticana,
my favorite opera is
The Barber of Seville.

The Barber's song is
particularly beautiful.

I remember, yes.
How does it go?

Graham, whoever persuaded you
to become a valet,

must have been
a music lover.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Shall I draw your bath, sir?

You were saying something
a while ago about this
Grand Duchess Anna.

Yes. Well, this fellow Halton
has gone completely mad
over a woman.

You know, he really is
a very nice fellow.
Lived four years in India,

did some fine
government work.

The man has a splendid career
ahead of him. I do hope he
doesn't do anything foolish.

You mean
because of this woman?

Yes. He can't seem to
get her out of his mind.

Do you know
where he met her?

At this Grand Duchess'
salon.

You remember the novel,
An Afternoon in Paris?

Yes.

It's undoubtedly
the same kind of place.

Oh, I see.

And that's where
he met the woman?

Gives you a pretty
accurate picture of the lady.
Rather obvious, isn't it?

Oh, it's probably
just an adventure.

Oh, no, not with him.
No, no.

Why, that man's been looking
for her in every possible
place in Paris.

And what's more,
he's going back again.

His mind is made up.
Nobody can talk him
out of it.

Dear, Mary Glenbrook
over there.

Mmm...

Everybody seems to be
here tonight.

Everybody seems to be
looking at us.

At you, rather.

Do you suppose your friend
is here tonight?

Halton?
No, he couldn't come.

He's telephoning tomorrow.

He's trying to cancel
another engagement and have
lunch with us. All right?

Yes, why not?

They certainly are
looking at you.

You know,

a man shouldn't take
a woman seriously unless
he can be proud of her.

At least
she should be fit to sit
at the head of his table.

Not someone
you just meet in Paris.

Meet her in the afternoon
and the same evening,
she dines at your apartment.

So, she went
to his apartment?

Darling, look,
the Duchess of Loamshire
over there to your left.

Oh, naturally, he didn't
say that. He tried to
romanticize the whole story.

A night in the park.
A bouquet of violets.
The lady disappears.

Hello, old boy.
So glad to see you.

You know, Halton,

it's been a long time
since I've had as many drinks
as I had yesterday.

As a matter of fact,
I had a few too many myself.

I'm awfully glad you got
out of that other engagement.

You know,

it's funny,

I've only known you
since yesterday,
and yet I...

I feel the same way.
It is funny, isn't it?

Er...

Well, come on,
let's sit down.

I've been following
your career
in the papers, old man.

I admire what you've done.

I admire your courage,
your wit,

and sometimes,
the daring with which
you tackle your problems.

I'm...

I'm proud to be
in your house.

You know, I've been thinking
about you a great deal.

Now, I hope that
little story of mine
hasn't worried you.

It's an unusual story.
I shouldn't mind
reading it in a novel.

But I'd hate to be
the hero of it.

Or even have...

Have a friend of mine.

Thanks, Barker.

Believe me, Halton,
a man shouldn't go
out of his way

to create handicaps
for himself.

I imagine that's exactly
what Brutus told Caesar
when Caesar said,

"Brutus, I've just met
a little Egyptian girl
by the name of Cleopatra.

"And she's driving me crazy."

Well, if I remember
my history correctly,

Caesar got over it,
didn't he?

But, my dear man,
Cleopatra wasn't Angel.

If Caesar
had ever met Angel,

it would have
changed the history
of the Roman Empire.

Yes, it probably
would have collapsed
200 years earlier.

Well, what are
200 years in history?
Twenty-five pages.

But one hour with Angel...

60 minutes.

Three thousand
six hundred seconds.

It's always ridiculous
to reason with a man in love,

and I'm afraid
you are a man in love.

I don't know.

It may be more than love,
or less than love.

Well, man, make up your mind.
What is it?

It's...

It's a certain feeling.

It's a secret that
belongs to two people.

And to those two people
alone. It's something
that you can't...

Good heavens, Barker,
haven't you ever lost your
head completely over a woman?

Haven't you ever felt
that now at last,
you can stop searching.

You've found it,
there it is.

Yes, I have.
And you're going to meet her.

Halton, I'm afraid
you and I expect
different things from love.

Probably from life.

I don't measure
in terms of seconds,
but of years.

How about a gin and tonic?

Not a bad idea.

It's a charming place
you have here, Barker.

I say,
that's a lovely picture.

That's your wife's
photograph, I suppose?

Naturally.

Mr. Halton has arrived,
milady.

Dear...

How do you do?

My husband told me
so much about you.

Won't you sit down?

Cigarette?

Thank you, dear.

I hope I didn't
come down too soon.

Of course not, darling.

Reunion of two old friends.
Are you sure
I didn't interrupt?

No, no. We just finished
a most interesting discussion.

The newest subject
in the world. Love.

Oh, love.

But we disagreed completely.

Really?

Yes, we see the same thing,
but with entirely
different eyes.

It's amazing.
It's like two men looking
at the same lamp.

One says the shade is blue,
the other one swears
it's green.

But you forget, Barker.

Frederick.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Frederick.

We both could be right,
you know.

Perhaps the lampshade
is blue,

but when you light it up,
it may be the greenest
green in the world.

Don't you think so,
Lady Barker?

Gentlemen, the sun is
shining so brightly,

don't you think
it's rather early in the day
to be talking about lamps?

I'd rather
talk about you, Mr. Halton.
You've been in India?

Yes.

Are you going to stay
in England for a while?

Oh, no, no. He's going back
to Paris in a day or so.

Oh!

Well...er,
I may have to change my plans.

That's interesting.
When did this happen?

Oh, as a matter of fact,
today. Yes, I may have to
stay a little longer.

How fortunate for you
to be here at the
best part of the year.

There's so much going on.

There's the ballet.
And next week, there'll be
the Wimbledon tennis.

Oh, Darling, I'm afraid
we are going to miss
the matches.

Hmm...

Frederick and I are
taking a little trip.

Did you make up your mind,
dear, where you want to go?

Mmm, I've several very
interesting ideas.

And now,
shall we have lunch?

Mr. Wilton, what do you think
of this fellow Halton?

Oh, nice fellow,
but I should say
a trifle dull.

He talks about Paris, Paris,
Paris, and again Paris.

Williams, give me
the crumb tray.

What is it?

Crumbs at Her Ladyship's place.

She seems to be playing
with the bread.

Her Ladyship seems to be
a bit nervous, eh?

And how this Halton brags.

He knows a man who knows
every stone in Notre-Dame.

Now would you call that
an accomplishment?

And who cares how high
the Eiffel Tower is?
Do you?

You know, Mr. Wilton,
we're used to such brilliant
conversation in this house,

that sometimes, I wonder
if we're not a little spoiled.

Yes, quite true.

There's always the danger
of one's becoming blasé.

Sir Frederick just told
a delightful joke.

The one about the Scotsman
who wanted to buy
a grand piano?

And ended up by humming.

Good, it tells it superbly.

Thank heavens,
things seem to be
brightening up.

I'm glad.

Well, they must be finished.

Hello?

Oh, it's you, Emma.

Well, we're at luncheon.

I'm pretty busy just now.
Yes, I am angry.
Frankly, I'm furious.

Unless you can explain
where you learned to dance
the Rhumba, I'm through.

Goodbye.

Whose plate is this?

Her Ladyship's.

But she hardly touched it.

Can there be anything wrong
with the meat?

I hardly think so, Mr. Wilton.

Perhaps, she just had
late breakfast.

Whose plate is this?

Mr. Halton's.

But he hasn't eaten, either.
It's obvious that he tried.

Maybe there is
something wrong.

Let's see
Sir Frederick's plate.

No, it's not the meat.

I tell you,
Mr. Halton talked so much.

Or maybe
he doesn't like veal.

That's quite possible.

At any rate, make a note.
If Mr. Halton should
come again, no veal.

Very well, Mr. Wilton.

Bravo. Splendid.
Don't you think so, darling?

Yes, very beautiful.

Tony, the fact that I like it
doesn't mean anything.

But Maria, now,
she's a great composer.

Really, she composed
the loveliest song.

Now, please, Frederick.

Yes, why don't you,
Lady Barker?

All right. Now, let me see,
how does it go?

You know, Frederick,
I think I've forgotten it.

Oh, that's too bad.
It really was very nice.
Now, how did it go?

By the way, I heard
a delightful tune in Paris.
I wonder if I remember it.

Now, gentlemen,
you're both working
too hard.

I insist that you relax,
please.

I'll play you something.
Something even better.

Oh, Frederick went out.

It's a lovely waltz,
isn't it?

The first time I heard it,
I was dancing with Frederick.

It takes me
right back to Vienna.

It was our
first dance together.

I think it has a beautiful
melodic quality, don't you?

Hello, Angel.

I beg your pardon?

Angel.

What do you mean,
Mr. Halton?

It seems incredible.

What seems incredible?

That I should find you
here in this house.

His wife.

It's like a dream.

I still don't understand you,
Mr. Halton.

I don't understand you.

We're alone, Angel.

Darling, how long are you
going to keep this up?

Mr. Halton,
you're obviously confusing me
with another woman.

No. I'm not. There can't
possibly be two of you.

I'm afraid there must be,

I haven't been in Paris
for the last six months.

You haven't been in Paris
for the last six months?

I told you so
and I think that
should satisfy you.

It really seems to be
a terrific coincidence.

The lady with whom
you had your adventure.

Wasn't it more than that?

Maybe it was.

At least I thought so.

Maybe the lady thought so too.

But it's impossible for me
to read the mind of a woman
I never saw nor heard of.

In other words, to you,
it was just an adventure.

Now, Mr. Halton,
I insist that we settle this
once and for all.

Look at me.

Look at me carefully,

and I'm sure
you will realize
as clearly as I do,

that I am Lady Barker
and nobody else.

The resemblance is amazing.
I could have sworn it was you.

You have exactly her hair.

Her eyes.

Her skin.

Her lips.

But when I listen to you,

I begin to see
the difference.

You're not Angel.

I am greatly relieved.

Will you forgive me?

You know, Mr. Halton,
I think this resemblance
will always

create embarrassment
between us.
It's unfortunate.

But for my own
comfort and peace
and certainly for yours,

don't you think
you might find some excuse
not to come here anymore?

You have a lovely home,
Lady Barker.
It's in exquisite taste.

I suppose this is the kind
of house every woman
dreams of having.

And you're the wife
of a charming and
famous man.

You must be very happy,
Lady Barker.

I am.

Don't be afraid.
I won't play it.

I shall never play it.

I hope I never hear it again.

Thank you.

Maria.

I told you in Paris,
never to look for me.

Never to recognize me whenever
and wherever you find me.

The whole thing
must be forgotten.

And I told you I would
never keep such a promise,

that I didn't care
who you were.

All I know
is that I love you.

And I'll never let you
out of my life.

I will fight with everything
at my command if you should
try to destroy my home.

Why did you ever
come to Paris?
Tell me, why?

Why did you leave me
and go back to London?

It doesn't exactly
seem to make sense.

None whatsoever.

But it's the privilege
of a woman not to make sense.

Men who expect women
to be logical are likely
to be failures in love.

Have you ever been in love?

Not with you.

I never told you
I loved you, never.

Can't you remember
what I said?

Every word.

Every syllable.

You said,
"You have gray eyes,

"brown hair."

"A charming smile,

"and great attraction."

And you still have.
That's why I want you to go.

Go. Please go.
Every moment you are here,
my home is in danger.

Go, I beg you.
I tell you.

Maria.

Angel.

Come in.

Wilton, would you see
if you can find
Sir Frederick?

Yes, milady.

At the present moment,
I'm definitely against it.

Is Hamilton with you?

Uh, come in. Has he sent
the papers over? Good.

No, I'm not disturbed,
but I'd rather worry
now than later.

All right, thank you.
Goodbye.

I beg pardon, sir.

Well, what is it, Wilton?

Her Ladyship is
asking for you, sir.

Oh, all right.

I'm expecting a telephone
call from Mr. Hamilton.
Let me know immediately.

I'm very sorry.
It's just one of those things.

Hmm?

I'm afraid Mr. Halton has to leave.

Is it so late?

I'm terribly sorry, Tony.
I was called to the telephone.

I thought it would
only take a minute.
Do you really have to go?

Well, I don't know.

How about another drink?

I tried my best to persuade
Mr. Halton to stay,

but I'm afraid
I'm a complete failure.

Failure? Why, Lady Barker,
really, I had another
engagement,

but now I must stay,
at least long enough to turn
your failure into success.

Good.

I would like to have
a drink, too.

You?

You want
whiskey, darling?

Just a little.

Just enough to drink
to our friend, Mr. Halton.

Thank you, dear.

Here's to you, Mr. Halton.
And to Angel.

After you left,
Mr. Halton told me

the most amazing thing
that happened to him
in Paris.

Everything I told you
last night. Do you mind?

Not at all.

It's always good to get
a woman's point of view.

It's a thrilling story,
and I listened to every word
with great suspense.

Mr. Halton,
you described every detail
with such love and care.

Yet you omitted the most
important part of the story.

You failed to describe
the woman.

Yes, what does she look like?

It's rather difficult to
find the exact words to...

Now I think
you're being unfair.

After all, you can't leave us
like the daily installment
of a newspaper serial,

"to be continued
in our next..."

You've roused our interest
to such a degree,

that Frederick and I are
entitled to know a lot more
about the lady.

Now, I insist, Mr. Halton.
What did she look like?

She was radiant.

Exciting.

These are generalities, Mr. Halton.

You're talking like a poet.

I see. You want
a matter-of-fact
description of,

shall we say, a detective?

That's exactly what we want.

Well, then.

Her eyes were brown.

And her hair was dark.

May I be permitted
to change your toast?

To the most charming hostess.
Yourself, Lady Barker.

Thank you.

Well, I must be going.

Thank you
for a lovely afternoon.
Goodbye, Lady Barker.

Mr. Halton, since I've had
the privilege of enjoying
your confidence,

may I indulge
in a little advice?

Mr. Hamilton
on the telephone?

Yes, Hamilton.

Yes, will you
read it to me?

Huh?

You wanted to give me
some advice, Lady Barker?

No, Hamilton.
I mean the second
subcommittee report.

I'm afraid Angel is
far from blameless,

but I think you should
forget her.

And perhaps,
even forgive her.

I've already
forgiven her, but...

Let me hear
Clause Five.

But what?

I'll be in Paris
next Wednesday.

It'll be useless.

If there's a chance,
one chance in a million.

I'm sure there is none.

I'll be waiting for her
at the Grand Duchess'.

You'll only be
torturing yourself.

I'll be there Wednesday
at 5:00.

The papers
haven't come yet, no.

I'll be there
hours before 5:00.

All right, Hamilton.
Goodbye.

Well, goodbye.

Goodbye, Tony.

These papers just came
from Mr. Hamilton, sir.

Oh, good.

By the way, Greenwood,
I'm going to Geneva.

Oh, didn't you tell me that
Mr. Hamilton is going, sir?

Mmm, I've changed my mind.

Oh, I thought it was only
a subcommittee meeting.

It is, and I'm quite sure
Mr. Hamilton would
handle it very ably,

but you know me, Greenwood.
I'd be uncomfortable
if I didn't go myself.

I see, sir.

In that case,
you won't require
the other reservations.

Which other reservations?

For your trip with Lady Barker.

Good heavens,
I'd forgotten all about it.

Frederick,
you're not working,
are you?

Darling, I'm awfully sorry,
but something unexpected...

Frederick, is this
where we are going?

Why, that's wonderful.

Darling, I can hardly wait.
Let's have a glorious time.

Let's be foolish again. Oh,
I can't tell you how much...

Why, what's the matter?

Well, dear.

Don't tell me.
Don't tell me
we're not going.

Don't tell me now.

I don't know,
you see...

It's perfectly all right.

Don't explain.
It's very clear.

You have to
do your duty.

I know. I know very well.
Too well. I can recite
all the reasons.

I know them by heart.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Come in. Now, you go back
to your work, dear,
and don't let me disturb you.

Thank you, darling.

About the reservations,
sir.

The Geneva plane
stops in Paris
only 20 minutes.

Now, I believe you'll require
at least four hours in Paris.

Or perhaps, even more.
I've a good many things
to discuss at the embassy.

I thought so, sir.
And in that case,

the airways people
suggest a private plane.

They say they can put
one of their newest machines
at your disposal, in fact,

the same plane
that Lady Barker
chartered last week.

Lady Barker
chartered a plane?

That's what they said, sir.

It must have been Wednesday.

You were in Geneva.

Oh, yes, of course,
I remember.

That's all right,
thank you, Greenwood.

I'll let you know later.

Get me Croydon 2046.

Is that Imperial Airways?

I want to speak
to the manager.
Sir Frederick Barker.

Oh, good evening.

About that private plane,

is it the same one
that Lady Barker took?

Mmm-hmm.

She says it's not so fast.

Oh, you say it made Paris
in one hour and 40 minutes?

That's very good.

I'll take it. All right.
Thank you.

Finished your work?

Quite.

Frederick.

Yes?

When are you
leaving for Geneva?

On Wednesday morning,
by plane.

Doesn't the plane
stop in Paris?

Yes, I believe it does.

I've been thinking,
why couldn't you take me along
as far as Paris

and then pick me up
on your way back?

That's an excellent idea.

I really need
some new clothes.

I haven't done any shopping
for quite a while.

Besides, it will do you good
to get away from London.

Be a change for you.

Yes, it would.

Well, then, I shall make
arrangements for Wednesday,
shall I?

Thank you.

Hello?

Oh, Sir Frederick?

Are you?

Geneva? Oh, when are
you leaving?

Ah...

Yes. Yes, this is
Lord Davington's house.

You wish
to speak to Mr. Halton?
Who's calling, please?

Just one moment,
Sir Frederick.

Attendez.

Bonjour, monsieur.

I'd like to see
the Grand Duchess,
if you please.

Thank you, monsieur.

Come in.

I'll come in a moment.

Now, Mr. Halton,
I wouldn't be impatient.

If a lady makes
an appointment for 5:00,

you shouldn't expect her
until 6:00.

The kind of lady
who comes on time really
wouldn't be worth waiting for.

Oh, if you should get bored,
there's always
the cocktail bar.

You might find some
interesting people.

Thank you, I'll wait here.

Just as you like.

You may be sure we'll let you
know the moment she arrives.
Angel.

Charming name, Mr. Halton.
Bravo.

Sir Frederick?

I am the Grand Duchess Anna.
How do you do.

Will you just
step this way, please?

Will you sit down?

To what do I owe the pleasure
of your visit?

Well, at a party
a few days ago,
your name was mentioned,

and the charm and glamour
of your salon.

I hope you won't be
disappointed.
Let me see, it's after 5:00.

You might find some
very interesting people
at the cocktail bar.

No, no. Thank you.

Or if you've no plans
for this evening, I might
arrange a little dinner?

You're very kind,
Your Highness.

But you know, at this party
I just referred to, a certain
young lady was mentioned,

and her description
roused my curiosity.

Well, I'll be very glad
to do anything I can
to arrange an introduction.

If you'll give me
the lady's name.

That's the difficulty.

Her name seems to be
rather a mystery. But I wonder
if this might give you a clue.

The person describing her
referred to her as "Angel."

Angel?

Angel. That's a strange name.
Rather charming.

But I'm afraid...

Is there any way in which
I might refresh your memory?

Really, I have
an excellent memory,

but I don't seem to remember
that name at all.

Perhaps, this might help,
Your Highness.

I would be
willing to contribute
generously to any

charitable institution
you might care to name.

Oh, well, I...

Or perhaps it would be
better if the contribution
were placed

at your disposal.

We always have
the needy with us,
but unfortunately...

come in.

Pardon me, Your Highness,
but your Aunt Sonia is here.

Always these interruptions.
Well, she'll have to wait.
I'm sorry.

Yes.

Perhaps, I'd better see her.
She's an elderly lady.

Oh, would you mind?
I'll be back in a moment.

Not at all.

Hello, Frederick.

Hello Maria.

Strange place to
meet you, isn't it?

May I ask
what you're doing here?

Curiosity.

You see, the lady
known as Angel
caught my imagination.

You mean you stayed in Paris?
You actually missed
a conference in Geneva?

Merely to find out if
Angel is a brunette.

Why, Frederick,
that's marvelous.
I can hardly believe it.

You really let
all Europe wait,

just to find out
if a woman is a brunette.

Or a blonde.

As a matter of fact,
Frederick, she is a blonde.

You remember when Mr. Halton
described the lady?

Yes. He seemed
rather uncomfortable.

Shall I tell you why?

Before you came in,
he described her differently.

Would you like to know
what he said?

He said she had
blonde hair, blue eyes,

my figure, and a slight
foreign accent.

Sounds like a description
of you.

It does, doesn't it.

Well, it annoyed me
that there should be
another woman in this world

who looks exactly like me.
It disturbed my vanity.

You know how women are.
So, I came here to find out.

Did you see her?

Oh yes.

As a matter of fact,
she's in the next room.

And does she look like you?

Exactly.

You were in Paris
last Wednesday.

Why didn't you tell me?

Did you ever ask me?

Did you ever ask me what I do
when you go to Geneva?
When you go to Locarno?

When you have your
conferences, your committees,
your subcommittees.

Did you ever
ask me anything?

how many times have you
been here before?

Are you really interested?

What kind of life have you been leading?

What kind of woman are you?

Does it really worry you?

As much as Yugoslavia
worries you?

How many times have you
been here before?

Answer me. Tell me.

Frederick, you're getting nervous.

To think that my wife
whom I trusted,
whom I was proud of,

to think that you would come
to a place like this?

Frederick, you're jealous.

Angel.

You are Angel.

Now why should I be Angel?

Why should I be so foolish?
Why should I do such a thing?

Don't I have a lovely home,
a celebrated husband,

the best servants,
every comfort,
social position,

is there anything more
a woman could ask?

Why should I be Angel?
What reason could I have?

Perhaps, you can
think of one.

Frederick.

Now, Frederick,

if you go into that room.
I'm afraid our marriage
is over.

If you find Angel in there,
you'll be happy
that I'm not Angel.

And you'll want to
continue our old life.

That would not be
satisfactory to me.

And if I don't find Angel?

In that case, I think you'll
want to see your lawyer
as soon as possible.

On the other hand,
if you don't go in at all,

you'll be a little uncertain,
you won't be quite
so sure of yourself,

or of me.

And that might be wonderful.

Did you tell Mr. Halton
that lady was here?

No, Your Highness, I swear.
He must have seen her
come out of the taxi.

Who told you I came?

I understand
Frederick's here.

He's in the other room,
or maybe he's gone.

I don't know.
Anyway, it's all over.

Silly how upsetting a little
thing like saying goodbye
to one's husband can be.

Silly, isn't it?

Hello, Tony.

Hello Frederick.

You know, the...

That story you told me
about Angel,

interested me so much,
that I couldn't resist
coming here.

Well, I've met her.

You see, Maria,
in the last few moments,

I've thought more about
our married life,

than in all the years
we've been together,

and all I know is,

the train to Vienna
leaves at 10:00.

I... I don't know
how you feel about Vienna.

You've plenty of time
to think it over.

Well, I say goodbye
to Angel,

and so must you, Maria,
if you decide to meet me
at the station.