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- Hello Countess. - How did you get here?
Through the window, forget to mail me my invitation.
- Go away. - No.
- I said go away. - And I said no.
What do you want now?
- I had to see you, just once more. - I've nothing to say to you.
I don't want you to say anything, I want you to listen.
- Can we go somewhere and talk? - I hate you, despise you.
But you didn't always, there was a time you loved me, wasn't there Countess?
Swine.
The Emperor will have them shot, we had them shot, both of them.
Let me see.
That the lenses of these opera glasses don't crack for shame.
Isn't that the daughter of Baron Holenia?
Yes, Johanna Augusta Franziska, Countess Von Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg.
- Disgracing every syllable of her name. - But who is he?
- That's the man, that's the one. - That's the who?
The man, haven't you heard? Where in earth have you been?
In a mud bath in Bad Nauheim, trying to cure my poor heart.
- Oh, I'd forgotten you heart. - It's nothing. Oh, don't stop now.
Very well, you've asked for it.
It's a love affair that is rocked all Vienna for four months.
Who? Who is he?
Most vulgar, impossible, obnoxious, ill mannered...
- In one word, he's an American. - No?
Yes and low even among Americans. He's what they call a traveling salesman.
A traveling salesman and a baron's daughter?
You heard about the attempt on the Emperor's life, that's the man.
Mercy.
He swindled an appointment with His Majesty by presenting himself as a great potentate.
Later, it transpired he was a very minor potentate...
in an American organization known as the Shriners.
I remember the day he came here to the palace with his nasty little dog...
and a mysterious, sinister black box. Do you know what was in that box?
How are you today?
Will you follow me please?
Here, here Buttons, stop chewing that gum.
Here, give it to me, come here.
Scheherazade please, remember your manners.
And do stop fidgeting with your mustache.
I'm not nervous, I know perfectly well why the Emperor summoned us.
So do I, found out you belong in jail.
Johanna, you're talking to your father.
It's why so depressing, my own father, a scoundrel.
Mortgaging the mortgage on our castle which was already mortgaged.
How was I to know about mortgages? I'm not a businessman, I'm a general.
Then taking the money and gambling it away in a single night.
I tell you the cards were marked.
Two duels already this season...
named as corespondent in the divorce of some suburban pastry baker...
sued by young lady in the chorus at the opera because you promised her the lead in Aida.
The little fool, I'm not the director of the opera, I'm a general.
As I was trying to say 16 insults ago...
I don't believe the Emperor summoned us on account of me at all.
- He summoned us on account of you. - Me? What have I done?
I've an idea someone is expressed an interest...
in you and the Emperor wants to arrange a marriage.
Oh nonsense, his Majesty knows I'm still in mourning.
Two years of mourning for a husband you couldn't endure is enough.
Yes, I see a highly satisfactory new marriage.
Some member of the Belgian diplomatic corps or perhaps a Russian duke.
I like Russians, don't you? Money just oozes from them.
And dear Papa, you could always mortgage the Kremlin.
His Excellency the General Baron Holenia and the Countess Von Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg.
Oh Baron Holenia.
My dear Johanna, get up.
Sorry I can't kiss your hand, bad cold.
And how is Scheherazade?
You're wearing new perfume, aren't you?
Even I can smell it with my stuffed up nose.
Oh, sit down, do.
Louis, come on, say hello to Scheherazade.
Why do they always pick a damp day for me to inaugurate a bridge...
or open a horticultural exhibition or...
Oh well, mustn't grumble. It's the hazard of the profession.
If I may be permitted a suggestion, has Your Majesty tried pine needles in boiling water.
- Inhaling the vapor under a towel? - Pine needles? Certainly not.
Shouldn't want my whiskers to smell like old Christmas trees.
Has anything particular come up lately?
You ask that? Look at my desk.
Reports, complaints, unforgivable stupidities...
downright dishonesty, thievery.
Go on, look at them.
- I'd rather not Your Majesty. - I don't blame you.
Now...
- do you know why I summoned you here today? - Yes. I mean, no. I mean...
We have rather an inkling Your Majesty.
Then what are you looking so gloomy about?
- Don't you approve of the alliance? - Alliance?
A marriage.
Do you or don't you know what I'm talking about?
- Yes. I mean, no. I mean... - We have rather an inkling Your Majesty.
This match means a great deal to me.
I've given it infinite thought, I've looked up the blood lines on both sides.
- Fine, fine, one couldn't ask for better. - Thank you Your Majesty.
I brought Johanna up to realize that blood comes first.
What pleases me most, both lines are very prolific.
- Oh, little embarrassing to talk about this. - Not at all Your Majesty.
I anticipate superb offspring.
And I warn you, I'm going to be a little greedy about them.
Greedy?
Oh, I'm a lonely man, I've lost my wife, my son.
It'll warm my heart to see the little things crawling around.
- A great honor. - If there are five, I want three.
- Is that exorbitant? - Your Majesty?
Johanna, don't be picayune if it'll give the Emperor any happiness.
- Now, as for the bridegroom, - Yes Your Majesty.
I think the union should be brought about as quickly as possible.
Of course Your Majesty.
You see, Spry as he is, he's a rather elderly gentleman.
- How old, Your Majesty. - Twelve.
- Twelve? - Johanna, what possible import...
twelve?
Well, not quite, he will be on the seventh of September.
I suggest that the nuptials take place in my kennels.
- Kennels? - With all that barking going on?
Father, we're talking about the poodles.
His Majesty's dog is asking for the paw of Scheherazade.
Oh, of course, I'm no fool.
Scheherazade, did you hear of your engagement?
How do you like it? What do you say?
- How about a piece of sugar? - I'd love it.
Buttons, come here, come here. Pull yourself together.
You'll spoil the sale for me, you want to eat, don't you?
Must've wound the mainspring too tight.
It's not supposed to do that till I pull the switch.
It's a plot on the life of the Emperor, a time bomb, that black box.
What's the matter?
Oh, I guess you'd like to know what this is.
I'm not telling, no sir. I'm working on the Emperor first.
What a bang he's going to get out of it, this is going to kill him.
Am I laughing? Got a match? Here we are.
He'll be in sections, this is going to kill him.
You'll pardon my intrusion Your Majesty.
Will Your Majesty please make all the haste possible?
- What is it now? - A precautionary measure Your Majesty.
- There seems to be an assassin. - Oh dear.
This gets to be such a bore, I'm sorry.
- Here, here now. - What's the idea? Come here with that.
Hey, wait a minute. Here. Hey you, wait, wait a minute.
- What's the matter with you? You crazy? - You're under arrest.
- Let go of me and drop that dog, you dogs. - Search him.
Now, who are your confederates? We want every name.
Is this the Emperor's palace or a loony bin?
You came here as a potentate, are you a potentate?
Well, I may have stretched things a little but I'm a Shriner, paid up.
- You're a nihilist, that's what you are. - I am not, I'm a Presbyterian.
A lie again, it says here that you're a salesman.
Listen wabble-face, isn't it possible for a guy to be a Presbyterian Shriner salesman?
- Now, you're trying to confuse me. - I am also a registered Democrat a...
junior member of the Chamber of Commerce, a sandlot third baseman, I'm not...
Not so fast.
I have to talk fast, if I don't, my sample is going to rust in your fish pond.
Careful, it might explode.
- Well, I wish it would. It cannot. - Can not, the powder's all wet.
Must be some new model with, with a cannon attached.
And you must be an old windbag with a blabbermouth attached.
I never saw such a bunch of ignoramuses. Here Buttons, we'll show them the trademark.
Is that mean anything to you? It doesn't, eh?
Well, it's an invention, it's a talking machine. A new kind of American thingamabob.
Here, watch this. We have a record, we put it on the machine thus.
We start the works in this manner. Drop the needle in that fashion.
We're ready to go, everybody listen.
Something wrong here. Something must gone on, here.
Well, this is not standard equipment.
With Your Majesty's permission, Your Majesty may come out now.
About time, I was beginning to feel like a corkscrew.
- What was it this time? - A false alarm Your Majesty.
An American salesman trying to force his way in.
A most persistent breed these Americans.
There's was one who threw himself in front of my carriage.
He was selling brushes, wanted me to buy two for my whiskers.
Also a clothes brush, a shoe brush, a nail brush and a tooth brush.
Incredible.
We finally bought a mop and had him deported. Where were we now?
The dogs Your Majesty, we were making the final arrangements.
Oh yes, Louis and I will be at my hunting lodge in the Tyrol for the next three weeks.
I want you to come and stay with me and bring Scheherazade along.
We are most honored, Your Majesty.
I think the happy couple will find the mountain air quite invigorating.
As to transportation, have you any objections to the horseless carriage?
None, whatever Your Majesty.
Then I'll send my automobile to bring you up next Tuesday.
Goodbye Baron. Goodbye, my dear Johanna.
May I personally guarantee Your Majesty a most glorious litter?
Thank you, I shall see you in the mountains.
Everybody return to his quarters. No trades-person is permitted in the palace.
You'll pack up that squalling abomination and leave at once.
Out. Out. Out.
No, no. Oh no, I don't. I'm going to wait around here till it dries...
and then I'm going to show it to the old boy, as per my appointment.
- To whom will you show it? - To the Emperor.
And if you play ball, I won't tell him what a monkey you made out of yourself.
You will never see the Emperor.
I'd protect His Majesty from that object as I'd protect him from a bomb.
Now, you listen to me Chubby, I didn't come all the way to Austria to...
run into that kind of guff, I came here to put that
machine over and I'm going, you understand? I want to sell 5,000, 20,000, 20,000.
Not in Austria I assure you.
We do not take to cheap, blatant innovations.
You're a bunch of dusty old aunties, you're scared of anything new.
You wouldn't put in the electric light, only the emperor did.
You wouldn't bought an automobile, only the Emperor did.
Why, he's going to buy the first one of these, you hear me, he's going to endorse it.
And when he does, you watch the sales skyrocket. Yo-ho, they're going up.
And perhaps you will take a photograph of our Emperor...
looking into that horn, in place of your dog.
Don't you realize this is...
the greatest thing that's happened to the Holenia's in ten generations?
- But will it pay the butcher's bill? - The bill, eh?
What butcher would dare present his bill to the Emperor's brother in law?
- What was that? - My poor demented daughter...
don't you realize we've just become part of the Emperor's family?
All because of some arrangement about puppies?
Certainly, thanks to those puppies your father is now the most important...
man in the monarchy, inseparable from the Emperor.
He and I will sit together waiting for them to be born.
We'll feed the little things with medicine droppers...
we'll spread newspapers for them, we'll take them on walks.
I shall have the Emperor's ear and advise him on matters of state.
I may become ambassador to Paris or minister of finance...
Oh, not that Father.
As for you Johanna, magnificent vistas have opened up.
What's wrong with the young king of Spain? Or there's an English princeling.
Father, to return to the butcher, how are we to provide a little meat...
for the bride if she's to be kept alive for the happy event?
Don't be ridiculous, we now have all the credit in the world.
So Vienna thought we've gone to the dogs?
Gone to the dogs indeed.
Stop dawdling, we've endured your presence long enough.
Ah, your emperor's sideburns.
What do you doing now? Disrobing in the palace grounds?
What a fussy old dude you are, you're worse than a worm on a hot rock.
I'll give you exactly one more minute to get that object out of here.
That's what's known as Viennese charm Buttons.
If you ever see me order Wiener schnitzel again, you can spit right in my eye.
Here Buttons, come back here.
- Hey Buttons... - Go away, you nasty mongrel.
Here now, what are you up to here? You bad dog, you hear.
What's the matter?
Hey, hey you, this dog is bleeding, what you do to my dog? Stop, hey...
Stop that scene now.
You bet it is, we've been kicked around, thrown in the water, snapped at, bitten.
Who do those people think they are anyway?
They are His Excellency, the Baron Holenia and the Countess Von Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg.
OK, where do they live?
The Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg palace on Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg Square.
That's a lot of Stolzenberg brother...
and don't tell us to get out because we're get.
- You rang sir? - Does a black dog live here?
- I beg your pardon? - A French poodle about that size.
You tell her she has to see a man about a dog.
Perhaps if you would clarify the nature of your business sir.
Hey you...
What's the idea of just running off after your dog is bitten my dog?
I don't expect decent manners of that thing...
but human beings are expect them act at least one halfway human.
Take off your hat.
Look at that leg, bitten clear to the bone, it bled...
for an half an hour, all over my rented suit.
I doubt if my birds care for the smell of your hat.
Oh, fry your birds, I'm talking about my dog, are you a dog?
Your ought to have a muzzle on her, not a leather muzzle, need a steel one.
- Don't let him upset you darling. - Ah, that silly haircut.
Who trims her up like that, the guy who trims your hedges?
What is it that you want?
Damages for your what happened to you mongrel and money for the cleaning your trousers?
I want a saliva test made of her and I want it right now.
- You want what? - A saliva test.
She may be mad, that silly looking thing may have the rabies.
I'll thank you not to use such vile words when you talk about her.
Alright, hydrophobia then, have you watched her lady for symptoms?
Is she been frothing at the mouth?
Is her bark sound croupy? Like her throat is closing up on her.
My dear man, if either of these two dogs is mad, it's yours.
My veterinary goes over Scheherazade from snout to tail every week.
She's a dog of superb pedigree and she gets superb care.
Oh, listen, any mutt can have the rabies.
For the last time, will you stop referring to her as a mutt?
Have you ever heard of blood lines? Hers goes back to the 18th century.
His goes back to as far as they've been having dogs.
Perhaps you've heard of one of her ancestors Papillion, the poodle of Marie Antoinette.
They were both guillotined in the French Revolution.
Smart move.
Her father belongs to Czar Nicholas of Russia.
- You don't say. - Her mother to the Infanta of Spain.
Well, his mother belongs to a milkman in Springfield, Illinois and his father...
His father. Well, you've got me there.
Her twin brothers belong to a Cardinal and live in the Vatican.
As for Scheherazade herself, she is just become engaged to the dog...
- of His Majesty Francis Joseph the First. - Yeah?
Well, Buttons' brother helps a kid named Stinky O'Hara deliver newspapers.
And his sister was making an honest living as a watchdog...
until she was hit by the Baltimore and Ohio.
How really fascinating.
Listen, if your poodle is so classy how come...
she doesn't know any better than to go around biting a nice little dog?
If your animal is so clever, it should know better than to...
approach a dog of an entirely different class.
All he did is go up to her and say, how you do? That's all.
He thrust his ugly, ill bred little face right at hers.
- And for that she bit him. - Certainly.
- And she was right? - Absolutely.
There are such things as class distinctions.
- How's that? - Class distinctions, I said.
I thought that's what you said. Two kinds of blood you mean?
Blue blood and the kind we have, the kind you get at the five and ten cent store, eh?
Precisely. You must admit there's a slight difference between Stinky O...
something or other and the Emperor of Austria.
There is the low bred and the high bred. And if the low bred has the impertinence...
to come distastefully close, what can he expect but to be bitten?
- Is that so? - It is.
OK, now you bite me.
I would've horsewhipped him then and there, the revolting little plebeian.
Well, you saw him, ears like a bat and the rest of him like a plucked duck.
Perhaps there's more to him than meets the eye.
So it would seem from what happened in the mountains.
What? What happened in the mountains?
- A conflagration of the wildest passion... - Please, remember the archduchess's heart.
- Go on, what happened? - For your own sake, Isabella.
Oh, go on or I shall fling myself from this balcony.
Alright, it's your heart.
Well, it seems that that little horror found out the Emperor was going to Tyrol.
So being an American, of course...
you know, they'll do anything in their mad pursuit of the almighty dollar.
Bom bom bom Dee Dee Dee
Lom de de Dee Dee de Dee
Bom bom
- Bom bom. - Bom bom.
If you feel a song, then let the song begin.
And you'll find the friendly mountains joining in.
Joining in, joining in
Loosen up your pipes and brother you can bet...
It's as pretty as a barbershop quartet.
- Quartet. - Quartet.
- Quartet. - Quartet.
Quartet
You can raise your voice and sing out hip-hooray but it always comes back
Give the birds a break and hustle up a song.
And let the friendly mountains sing along.
If you feel a song, then let the song begin.
And you'll find the friendly mountains joining in.
When your melody goes rolling around the sky.
Well you'll feel that you're a pretty nifty guy
Pretty nifty guy
Pretty nifty guy
Pretty nifty guy
- You there, halt. - I just wanted to look the place over.
- It's very nice too, come on Buttons.
No visitors while our Emperor is in residence.
- Oh, is he in there now? - It's the hunting season.
But when he hunts, doesn't he come out here once in a while?
- Every morning early, 4o'clock. - Through this gate?
Through this gate, down that road, through this gorge and up that mountain.
Down that road, through that gorge and up that mountain, eh?
With your very kind permission, the car is boiling.
Well, don't stand there. Get some cool water from some brook.
With your very kind permission, I shall.
We're almost there Scheherazade.
I think you better take her goggles off Johanna, they give her a headache.
Oh, she's perfectly alright Father.
Her nose is dry and hot, she's running a temperature.
I told you she should've worn her blanket.
- Don't be hysterical Father. - How can I help being hysterical?
If she should come down with a cold or distemper, heaven forbid.
Relax, breathe in this heavenly air.
Yes, it'll do her good. This Tyrol it's like a vast oxygen tent.
Listen to that yodel, it's the voice of Austria.
Mountain born, deep rooted, eternal.
What is it Scheherazade?
What's biting you anyway?
Here Buttons, come here.
- Scheherazade. - Catch her.
Here, come here.
- Take that black beast out of here. - Whoa, here, here, here.
Yoo-hoo.
- This I find outrageous. - Small world, isn't it?
- Are you following me? - No, are you?
This is the same objectionable American, isn't it?
I'll take care of him. Get Scheherazade in the car.
Oh, I'll give her some brandy.
If you don't mind, I should like to ask you a few questions.
Say, you look might sweet in that...
like a piece of candy all wrapped up in tissue paper.
Just to find you here, just like this.
Oh, if I wanted to make a deal with the Sultan of Morocco...
- I'd come dressed like a dervish. - Oh, you're here on business?
Well, they don't exactly pay my expenses to come up here and yodel.
Ah yes, I've heard of that peculiar object you're peddling.
- And you wish to sell it to the Emperor? - It's right countess.
- And you're here at His Majesty's request? - Let's not get technical.
Where are you staying?
Down in the village at the Golden Fiddle Inn.
It's them to have a very attractive upstairs maid there, a redhead.
Now, exactly how will you manage to see His Majesty?
Oh, I shan't see him, he's going to see me or hear me.
- Or rather, he's going to hear my machine. - Go on.
Well, every morning he goes out shooting deer...
he goes out his gate, down that gorge and up that mountain.
Now, one of these fine mornings I shall hide behind a tree or something...
get my machine set up and suddenly...
- And then? - Well, once he hears it it'll be a cinch.
He'll say, How come that beautiful doggone band is up here playing...
in these little bitty old doggone hills of mine?
The Emperor, that's what he'll say?
Yes and I shall pop up from behind my tree and I should say, Emp...
that's no band, that's a phonograph. Come over here and see for yourself.
- Very clever, only it won't work. - Why won't it?
Because the Emperor will not hear that loathsome apparatus.
Because you will not be hiding behind any trees.
Because no tradesman can be allowed to presume on the Emperor of Austria.
Because you're to go straight to your hotel, pack your things...
and leave immediately, you and that dog of yours.
- Who's going to make us? - The police.
Like fun they will, I'm an American citizen, he's an American dog.
I have a passport and he has a dog license.
And if you don't leave voluntarily, the gendarmes will come and take...
you and your dog by the nape of your necks and throw you on the train.
You try anything like that and you're going to get in a peck of trouble.
Don't you forget that Teddy Roosevelt still carries a big stick.
Who carries what?
You start a fight with me and he'll have the United States...
Army here so fast it'll make your head swim.
Johanna, get in the car, Scheherazade is fainted twice.
The Army and Navy and the Marines, you understand?
And don't forget we're building a little something called the Panama Canal.
What's he talking about?
You'll find out when we won't let your ships through, not on of them.
You'll have to go all the way down around South America.
Or else you'll have to go all the way up north where it's so cold that...
First train out of here, you, your apparatus and dog, especially that dog.
We'll fix you in Washington. What we'll do to your ambassador.
We'll boycott your product, the Blue Danube forbidden by act of congress.
Shut up.
- Johanna. - Come in Father.
Aren't you getting dressed Johanna? They're all downstairs on the terrace.
- Quiet Father. - Have you glanced out the window?
The Emperor is invited us with a group that offers rather interesting possibilities.
- What's the matter with you? - With me nothing, it's Scheherazade.
What's wrong now?
The Emperor's veterinary is in there with her.
- She's had a nervous breakdown. - A nervous?
- No. - A complete collapse.
They were bathing her and she was perfectly alright till she...
saw another dog, a small dachshund, she began screaming.
Then they tested her with another dog, a tiny Chihuahua, the same hysteria.
When they brought in the Emperor's dog to calm her down...
she broke loose, jumped through a window and ran amok.
Apparently, she can't stand the sight of another dog.
Is the Emperor been told about this?
Not yet, we hope the veterinary will be able to do something.
That inconsiderate, ungrateful black animal. Jeopardizing all our chances.
Come here.
The Hungarian officer playing cards...
that's Prince Istvan Barlossy de Baloshasa.
I met him in Budapest, didn't like him very much.
Nonsense, since then he's inherited half of Buda and a large part of Pest.
Now, what have you against the Marques Alonso La Fuente?
Which one is he?
The handsome one with the tennis racket, greatest family in Andalucia.
Castles in Spain, literally. Seven of them.
You still haven't mentioned the best possibility.
Ah, you mean Duke Ferdi Lindendorf?
No, the Princess Bitotska, I'm thinking of you Father.
Don't be disgusting.
She's had her one good eye on you for years.
- She's old enough to be my mother. - She still playing tennis.
She ought to be in a wheelchair, the arthritic old horror.
Let's go and see if that beast of yours is feeling any better.
I repeat, it is extremely important that the patient speak anything in her mind.
Anything at all, we need a complete stream of consciousness, is that clear?
Thank you very much. Now, would like to know all about your dreams.
You dream, I presume?
Alright. Now, what do you dream?
Is it a recurrent dream?
- Very good, a typical anxiety dream. - What is all this Doctor?
Please, this is a very serious case.
Indubitably a psychoneurosis, sometimes referred to as a neuropsychosis.
Fortunately, I went to the University of Vienna with a young doctor by the name Freud.
He has created a curative method...
the analysis of the psyche by delving into the subconscious.
Now I must ask for your earliest recollections.
Your father and mother, was their home life congenial?
Doctor, stop torturing her. I can tell you what's wrong, she...
- she had a fight with a dog. - She did?
Twice, once in Vienna, once here, this very afternoon.
The same dog.
You see? That's what leads to wrong diagnoses.
Patients withhold things. What kind of a dog?
An American dog, small, white, male.
- What was his name? - Buttons.
Let's test it.
Buttons.
Absolutely clear now, a fear complex.
Frightened by one dog, now afraid of all dogs.
- I may kill her. - Is there a cure?
In some cases, the patient has developed...
what I and my colleague Dr. Freud, call a mental block.
But what is the cure Doctor?
The frightened one must realize she has nothing to be afraid of.
In other words, we must bring the two dogs together.
- Oh but that's impossible. - It is imperative.
I gave orders to have them both removed, the man and the dog.
- I may kill you. - Without the other dog, I see very black.
Maybe it's not too late, come darling, don't tremble like that.
Don't be nervous, everything is going...
With your very kind permission Countess, exactly what inn was it?
The Fiddle Inn.
There are 3 Fiddle Inns, the Green Fiddle, the Golden Fiddle and the Broken Fiddle.
Oh, how idiotic.
With your very kind permission Countess, the whole village is fiddles.
- That's what they make here, fiddles. - But I got to find him before it's too late.
- The American, has he left yet? - No but he is leaving, number seven.
If you do not hurry you will miss the train.
- So we miss the train, so what? - So you'll be pulled out of here by ox cart.
I think you're full of pickled pumpernickel, the both of you.
Alright, you little bundle of joy, come on.
Up, in you go.
Well, if it isn't the Countess. What's the matter? Don't you trust them? We're leaving.
Step outside, you two and close the door.
- I have to talk to you. - We'll miss the train.
You're not going on that train.
What you going to do? Shoot us out of a cannon?
I need your help.
Well, you don't say.
My dog is outside in a state of complete collapse.
Small wonder too, you people take those high-strung critters...
you breed them, interbreed them, over breed them...
something in their noggins is bound to start rattling.
She was perfectly alright until she saw your dog...
- All Buttons did was walk up and... - Let's not go into it.
I'm here to demand your cooperation.
The reason for Scheherazade's breakdown is fear and the reason for her fear is your dog.
Now, the veterinarian said the only cure is to get back to the source of that fear...
thus eliminating the mental block, are you following me?
Countess, you lost me back somewhere around cooperation.
Well, to put it simply, if she could realize that he's not a danger.
- If your dog could be nice to my dog. - Oh no, she might throw a flea on him.
I assure you this is a matter of the utmost importance...
it goes far beyond just curing a dog.
So we do you a favor and you kick us out, that's it?
No, you can stay as long as you like, you can do what you like, I don't care.
Well, now you're talking sense.
Well, I'll bring her in, there's no time to waste and see that your dog behaves.
- Hold it Countess, it's a word missing. - I beg your pardon?
- The word is please. - Please?
Do better than that.
- Please. - Come again.
- Please. - Getting warmer.
- Please. - Bring in the mutt.
Leopold.
Put her on the bed here.
Ah, she's got it pretty bad, eh?
Hear you, quiet.
The doctor says that she might go c-r-a-z-y.
Well, we'll see what we can d-o.
Now, now, now, don't you say no...
until you and I had a chance to talk this over, man to man.
And I'm going to open this basket and you're going to go there...
Nd and apologize like a little gentleman, you understand?
- Oh no, don't, don't open the basket. - Let me handle this, come on Buttons.
Come on boy, got to help me out now.
Remember that time in Munich when you became involved with the police.
Because you lapped up all that beer in the rathskeller, who got you out of that?
Old Virgil, eh?
We won't talk about it now, no.
You got to help me out kid, go over there and apologize.
Go on.
Alright, so she did hurt your feelings, so she's snooty and highfalutin and all that.
But you're a pretty fresh little mutt yourself, you know. You always have been.
But you're a man and it's up to the man to apologize. Now go ahead. Go on.
Her heart's beating like mad.
Proud, eh? And stubborn, look at her.
For once in your life you meet a real lady and a mighty pretty one.
Look those trim little ankles, eh?
And that pompadour.
That's super deluxe, that's class. It's better than class; It's claaass.
Go on, be nice to here. Go ahead, move in. Take charge. Atta boy. Go on Buttons.
Don't be afraid Scheherazade, he's a nice little dog.
Maybe he hasn't had some of the advantages. Oh, It's no use, maybe we'd better stop.
Hey Buttons, hey.
I kiss your little hand, madame, your dainty fingertips.
And while in slumber land, madame I'm begging for your lips.
- I haven't any right madame - I think she likes that.
Sometimes I wonder if hearts are broken...
By little love words that are left unspoken.
I always tremble when you are near me.
I'm looking for a ray of hope to cheer me.
I hope to keep my kisses warm
Until we meet in shadow form...
In dreams I kiss your hand madame
Your dainty fingertips.
And while in slumber land madame
I'm begging for your lips
I haven't any right madame to do the things I do
Just when I hold you tight madame...
You vanish with the night madame.
In dreams I kiss your hand madame.
And pray my dreams come true.
I'm just putting it on a little to give them the idea.
- Nothing personal, you understand. - Oh, I understand perfectly.
- I wouldn't presume... - No, of course you wouldn't.
I haven't any right madame
To do the things I do
Just when I hold you tight madame
You vanish with the night madame
Thank you so much, you've been most kind.
Oh, not at all, it's a pleasure to do business with you.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
- Oh, Countess. - Yes?
- You forgot something. - I did? What?
- Your d-O-g. - Of course.
- He's missed the train. - What train?
- The one he was going on. - Oh, he's not going.
- Scheherazade. - Scheherazade.
Buttons.
- She seems so wonderfully well. - Doesn't she though?
- Come on Scheherazade, come on. - Come on Buttons, here boy. Come on.
Come on Scheherazade, give Buttons back his ball.
Oh no, let her have it. Compliments of the house.
- Oh, you're very kind, goodbye. - So long Countess.
- Come on Scheherazade. - If she should've a relapse, bring her back.
- Thank you so much. - Any time.
Go on home you two.
You telling me.
It's the biggest stag they've had up here in years Your Majesty, I saw it myself.
Already I can see its head above Your Majesty's desk.
Those magnificent antlers, about 18 points.
You can see the antlers but I don't seem to see the stag.
Oh, it is up there in the glen, I assure Your Majesty, listen.
Every morning for a week they've promised me that stag...
and no stag, not a shadow of a stag.
Today it will be there, it must be. That stag dare not disappoint His Emperor again.
Look at all those other men Putzi, I'm very angry with you Putzi.
Do you mind Princess? I do not like the name Putzi.
Not only am I angry, I'm disappointed. I did hope you'd wear those short leather pants.
- Why? - For years I've wanted to see your knees.
You must've very good knees my dear Putzi.
They're extraordinary handsome knees, they're my knees and I'm nobody is Putzi.
Aren't you being a little cold to the richest woman in Austria?
Not rich enough, besides I have other prospects.
Such an exciting contrast Countess.
You, pale and blond against the brunette Spanish landscape.
Spain is for bulls, for a beautiful woman is Hungary.
Is Budapest, the guy, wicked boudoir of a city.
No, entirely too much paprika, don't you think Countess?
Let me show you Granada, toreadors orange trees...
a thousand fountains dancing in a sunlight.
You offer the Countess sunlight...
I offer her fierce midnights and czardas and wild gypsies.
Oh, I'm sorry, did someone say something?
There, Your Majesty.
What is it? Music here in my own forest?
- How dare they? How dare they? - I don't know Your Majesty, I don't know.
I want my stag, I want my stag.
It must be a band marching down the highway.
- Maybe it's an echo from the village. - I want that band apprehended.
I will have them punished. Every instrument, especially the brasses.
Your Majesty, may I offer my profound apologies?
- You may not, certainly not. - Oh, certainly not.
- Silence. - Silence.
- Turn that thing off. - Hi you Countess.
- Turn it off immediately. - Now that I got him here? Are you crazy?
- Stop it, I tell you. - Look out, you going to scratch my record.
You scared off the Emperor's stag, they're combing the woods with loaded guns.
- Well, let me demonstrate... - Did you find that band?
Not yet Countess, they must be hiding somewhere in the underbrush.
- Who is this man? - A tourist picking strawberries.
What is that?
Well, that's what I was asking. It's apparently for the strawberries.
- How? - How. Oh, oh, how?
Oh, why you, you put the strawberries in here...
and you grind them up with this, you see and the jam collects down yonder.
This black platter, you serve them on the platter and the...
the hole is for the juice. Any other questions please?
Yes, will it work with gooseberries?
Gooseberries, great with gooseberries, huckleberries, strawberries, raspberries.
It's particularly smashing with raspberries. Now, you get the jam and the sound, you see?
Go find the band.
- Yes, Countess. - Yes, Countess.
- Thank you Countess, you're a pip. - I'm a what?
A pip, a sweetheart, come on put down that gun and have a chair.
I'm afraid you'll have to think up another scheme for your talking machine.
- Oh that, yeah. Say, how's Scheherazade? - Oh, she's much better.
- Too bad. - What did you say?
Said that's too bad.
Buttons and I were hoping that she have a relapse...
and you have to come back for another treatment.
Well, that won't be necessary, she's as gay as a lark, busy with her wedding plans.
Being trimmed, a new collar, sniffing over her wedding presents.
Is that right? Buttons and I keep talking about you...
- night and day, no sleep, no appetite. - Oh, I'm so sorry.
Say Countess, you don't suppose, do you? That that mental block business...
Now, could that be contagious?
Oh, Nonsense, Buttons is a sturdy, well adjusted little dog.
Oh, I know Buttons is but I'm talking about me, I'm the one that's got the shivers.
Don't laugh, one of theses night there'll be a knock at your door and when you come...
to open it, Buttons will be standing there, with me in his arms.
Like you came with Scheherazade.
And he'll put me down and I'll lie there...
quaking all over, with my eyes rolled back until just the white is showing.
There'll be some nasty gossip at the castle.
Don't worry, we'll sneak up the servant's stairs, so...
there I'll be, lying there in pitiable condition.
- You'd have to help me then, wouldn't you? - How?
You'd bend over me. You remember the cure we found.
- I never sing. - Well, come on, force yourself.
Just hum a little, eh?
Countess Von Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg.
Countess Von Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg.
- Goodbye. - Oh wait Countess, don't go.
- Don't you feel it too? - Feel what Mr.Smith?
Oh, that funny stir inside of you, you know, those bubbles that start...
way down in the tips of your toes and tingle up through your spine...
till they reach your brain where they pop like a firecracker.
I know nothing about any such bubbles.
They're in your veins, they're in you're arteries...
they beat in your throat and pound in your ears.
What does Mr. Smith?
Your blood, it's all out of whack, it goes so fast and...
it goes every which way, right now mine is going counterclockwise, how's yours?
- Perfectly normal, I assure you. - I don't believe it.
Mine is the weak, watery different sort of blood, you said so yourself.
In dreams I kiss your hand madame
Your dainty fingertips
And while in slumber land madame
I'm begging for your lips
Go to sleep Scheherazade.
Go to sleep.
Now, really.
Scheherazade, come back to bed.
Scheherazade.
Stop thinking about him.
He's just an ordinary little dog like a million other little dogs.
Alright, he has some charm and he knows some tricks but..
He's not for you, he's not your sort.
I think I better give you a sleeping pill, it'll relax you, come on.
Come to bed, come on.
Get in, good girl.
Take this and lie down, go to sleep.
Go to sleep, do.
Tomorrow you're going to be the most important dog in Austria.
You want look your best, don't you?
Scheherazade, you're an adult, intelligent woman.
A little self control, a little dignity, is that too much to ask?
What would happen if we all let ourselves go?
Just make up your mind to this, cannot be.
Shut out every thought in that direction.
Fight it, suppress it.
In dreams I kiss your hand
Your dainty fingertips
And while in slumber land madame
I'm begging for your lips
I haven't any right madame
To do the things I do
Just when I hold you tight
You vanish with the night
A fine pair we make.
- Not another cold Your Majesty? - Certainly not, the same one.
If I might again suggest inhaling the vapor of pine needles.
No Holenia, no.
Forty-15.
- Any news from the kennels? - We took Scheherazade down after luncheon.
She asked me to thank Your Majesty for the bridal bouquet.
You've seen poodle puppies, haven't you Holenia?
Charming little beasts, look as if they were made of black wool and licorice.
Good shot.
If I might be excused Your Majesty.
- What is it? What's happening? - She's run away, she's gone.
- It's a disgrace to our kennels. - Well, where is she?
I don't know, she just jumped over a six-foot fence and disappeared.
That filthy animal.
- I must inform His Majesty. - You will do nothing of the kind.
We mustn't disquiet the Emperor, he has a cold.
- Then what am I to do? - We'll catch her, we'll bring her back.
- You return to the kennels, that's an order. - But. Yes Baron.
Advantage, receiver.
Johanna. Johanna.
- The game. - Johanna.
- Yes Father? - We're in trouble.
Oh, what is it?
Scheherazade, Scheherazade.
Scheherazade.
Scheherazade, look at the silly beast.
Scheherazade, Scheherazade. Where's Scheherazade?
I don't know.
But what you doing? Just lying there, she's run away.
She must be with Buttons, where's Buttons?
Look at there, you threw me off. Now, what's your problem?
- Where's Buttons? - He isn't here.
He's not? Where is he?
He got feeling so miserable I put him out on the island.
- What island? - Out here, I'll show you.
He was so unhappy, crying all night and everything...
I thought if I just sort of disconnected him from the mainland...
- put him out there in that little island... - Look.
- That idiot. - That wonderful gal.
No mountain too high, no ocean too wide, go it Scheherazade.
- Oh, I hate you. - The way, you say it, I don't mind it.
- We've got to stop her. - Oh, forget her.
Stick around, I'll open up a bottle of glue.
I got to catch her and you're going to help me, come on.
Now, wait a minute, wait.
Johanna, what is it?
Where are you going? Johanna...
Scheherazade.
Scheherazade.
Do you know how to row this thing?
Sure, used to travel for a Venetian blind company.
Scheherazade.
Santa Lucia
Santa Lucia
Scheherazade.
Scheherazade.
Johanna. Johanna.
- Scheherazade. - Hold it Buttons, I'm a'coming.
- Oh boy, you're all mixed up here. - He isn't hurt, is he?
No, not him, he's too tough. You kept telling me she didn't care, eh?
- Don't let him off that leash. - Oh, don't worry.
Well, you've had your moment, you lucky little coot.
Isn't every guy, you know, to have the lovely Countess swim across a lake for him.
Stop trembling Scheherazade, I won't scold you. No.
I won't even mention it to anybody ever, I promise.
- What's that noise? - Oh that? That comes from the village.
You know, in the daytime they make violins and in the evening, they fiddle.
Mighty pleasant, isn't it?
- It's probably due to the echo. - Yeah.
Like sitting way up in the balcony, eh?
No, no, no, we must go back, Scheherazade and I.
Oh? Well, then I'll, I'll get Buttons ready for the night.
You can say your lips
Are not for me
But you can't hide the kiss
- That's in your eyes... - Would you mind not singing?
- What was that? - I said please stop singing.
Oh, sure.
What's the matter Countess? You afraid or something?
Afraid?
Well, you know, this silly island, the silly sunset, all those fiddles...
- tearing away, a man's voice. - You have to be more explicit.
But you needn't be afraid. It's just that...
sometimes sounds do funny things, now, you take a big chandelier,
one of those high-class, well brought up chandeliers and you hit a particular note.
Ping, you make that chandelier tinkle all over.
Are you under the impression that your voice could, as you indelicately put it...
- make me tinkle? - Well, yes, maybe a little around the edges.
Who do you think I am? Some half-witted shop girl or...
some maudlin little waitress from a beer garden?
You're a chandelier Countess.
The loveliest chandelier I ever saw.
- Go on, sing. - Oh no.
This is insulting, sing and sing at once.
You can say your lips are not for me
But you can't hide the kiss that's in your eyes
And you can say my arms...
Would only leave you cold.
But wait till they hold you...
And then look wise.
Yes and you can say...
Tonight will come and go.
Without a single moment's worth of sighs
But why should I agree...
When I know what will be...
It's plain to me...
Plain as the kiss...
In your eyes,
Plain as the kiss...
Stop it.
I had a husband. He was suave and distinguished.
He was dark and dashing, he was six feet two.
He was the handsomest man in Austria.
You're so different.
Imagine, a thousand years of...
civilization crumbling because of a drummer's vocal chords.
- Isn't it utterly past belief? - Aren't you a little harsh?
I remember once when I was listening to Caruso.
Oh, Caruso is excusable, but that man's voice is...
It's what I call a cheap bathroom yowl.
Ah, Therese, think of their nearness and the lake...
and the fragrance of the summer night in the Tyrol.
Why begrudge them a moment of happiness?
Had it only stopped there but for two whole weeks...
they were having secret rendezvous on that island.
- The four of them. - How shocking, how divinely shocking.
Could I trouble you for another kiss honey Countess?
No trouble at all.
I shall never forget you Virgil.
Impertinent, unpardonable, ridiculous Virgil.
You bet you won't because I'm going to be around to remind you.
You are?
Got it all worked out honey Countess. You pack your bags, I pack mine.
We get the dogs, take the first train, the first boat...
and then one day your folks are going to get a postcard from Newark, New Jersey.
It'll say, Merry Christmas from Mr. and Mrs. Virgil H. Smith.
- It sounds so wonderful and so impossible. - Oh, a few small problems.
A few? A million.
Where I come from, there's only one real problem...
Have you got two bucks for the license and two bucks I got.
Oh, where I come from there traditions and conventions and...
- family ties and responsibilities... - Oh, forget them Countess.
We can't afford a scandal in my family, have a young brother.
By the grace of the Emperor, he's just been admitted to the Imperial Cadet School.
Good. So he'll hustle and get himself a job...
setting up pins in the Imperial Bowling Academy.
And I've a young sister, 17.
She's to be presented at court, at first great glamorous ball.
So, she'll call in the neighborhood kids...
instead, she'll have herself a big taffy pull.
Then there's my father, very bankrupt and slightly dishonest.
If we should affront the Emperor...
The Emperor, the Emperor, nobody is that important.
The Emperor is.
Why don't you tell him how things are with us, how we stand?
- That we're crazy about each other. - Don't you be naive.
- Come on alright then, let me talk to him. - You?
Why sure, you just get me in there. I'll tell him a thing or two, I...
- You're not ashamed of me, are you? - Of course not.
Because I have no title, I'm just a businessman?
No, it's impossible, the Emperor wouldn't listen to you.
Even if he did listen to you, he wouldn't believe his ears.
You just get me in there, I'll reason it out with him.
You don't reason with an emperor darling.
You bow and listen to what he has to say and what he has to say is no, it's always no.
- And you bow again and leave. - Not me, I don't take noes.
I get my foot in the door and I talk and talk and talk fast.
- I'm a salesman, a good salesman. - So I've noticed.
Come on honey Countess, let me see him, eh?
I'm no saint, heaven knows, I'm no Puritan.
I've allowed my affections to get involved with the lower classes more than once...
- but I had some sense of proportion. - I love him Father.
The prettiest girl I ever knew was the daughter of a garbage collector.
But at the proper time, I had the good taste to...
consign her regretfully to the garbage can.
I didn't put on a silver platter and present her to my emperor.
He's wonderful and I'm proud of him.
He doesn't accept our silly little prejudices, he's better than we are.
Garbage, he's a cheap little drummer with some cheap business on his mind.
No Father, with me on his mind, and a wonderful shining love.
Garbage.
- Virgil. - Hello Countess.
- He's waiting for you darling. - Good, I'm ready myself.
- Now, don't be nervous. - Look who's talking. Hi.
- Garbage.
- Oh, what you going to say? - Oh, I don't know, I'll do something.
I'll talk or play him a song and do kind of tricks, stand on my hands.
If he doesn't like me, maybe he'll like my associate.
He said 3 o'clock, he's got a little cold but I hope he's in a good mood.
Come in.
Alright, step inside and bow from the waist...
and don't straighten up till he gives you the signal.
I got it. Come on Buttons, keep your paws crossed.
- I love you. - You took the words right out of my mouth.
Who ever told me to try these nasty fumes? Thank you.
- You're quite welcome, I'm sure.
And my whiskers, just as I thought. Now, they smell.
But you could always shave them off Your Majesty.
What was that? Come here.
I think you'd look much nicer without all that whipped cream.
An excellent idea, they've bored me for the last 40 years.
- Thank you Your Honor, I mean Your Majesty. - Only it cannot be done.
Why not, Your Majesty?
Young man, if I were to shave off these whiskers...
Austria would be thrown into a state of turmoil.
Think what it would do to our postage stamps, our coins, our bank notes.
- I guess you're stuck alright. - I'm glad you see my point.
- Straighten up, who are you? - I'm the man who...
Well, an appointment was made for me, I was to be here at 3 o'clock.
- You are Mr. Smith, the American. - Yes Your Majesty.
It's in connection with the Countess Von Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg.
What I want Your Majesty, well, a little hard for me to explain exactly what I do want.
Exactly what you want is the Countess Von Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg.
Exactly.
- How long have you two known each other? - Three weeks, roughly speaking.
Not too roughly, I trust.
- You love her Mr. Smith? - Yes, I do Your Majesty and she loves me.
I know it sounds crazy considering who she is and where I come from...
way, way the other side of the tracks.
It is somewhat unorthodox. Should you marry Johanna, what kind of life do you envision?
Do you intend to live with her here in Vienna?
Move into her palace? I should say not.
There's too many forks and how a man know which one to pick up.
- I plan to take her home with me. - Home?
Which one of the United States do you come from?
New Jersey. Newark, New Jersey. My mother has a place there.
A place? That is, an estate?
No, it's a house, sort of a half house.
Two family deal, Dr. Coleman lives in the other half.
He's a dentist, very nice fella too, we, we belong to the same bowling club.
You and Johanna will live with your mother?
Oh yes. I wouldn't want her alone while I'm out on the road.
On the road?
Look Your Majesty, I could've come in here and thrown a great...
big bluff about being a rich Wall Street man, just cruising around the world...
but actually, I don't have a yacht to my name.
I'm just a traveling salesman, I earn 22.50 dollars a week against 4% commission.
Which isn't bad when you consider what an up and coming product I handle.
That mechanical orchestra with which you pursued me from Vienna to that forest?
- I'm sorry about the stag. - I probably would've missed him anyway.
I'm a very poor shot, this machine...
Is it practical? Is it, really good?
Oh, that's the gosh darndest, Jim-dandiest machi...
Listen Your Majesty, I didn't come here to sell that machine.
I came here to sell myself...
so you wouldn't think the Countess was throwing herself away on a hoodlum.
You are not a hoodlum, you're a businessman.
- Yes Your Majesty. - A good one, I'm sure.
- Quick, clever, enterprising. - Thank you Your Majesty.
If a good proposition offered itself, you wouldn't let it slip through your fingers.
- Oh, I should say not sir. - Good, it so happens I have one for you.
- You have? - It's a very simple one.
Give up Johanna and I will endorse that machine.
- Come again? - I'm sure you heard what I said.
Look you, I love her.
That Mr.Smith, is what I am counting on.
I'm not narrow minded, I could even forgive him being an American...
if he belonged to one of those Vander, Astor, Rocker families.
- But a Mr. Smith. - I love him.
- If you say that once more... - I love him.
- Garbage. - Father, if you say that once more...
I've seen these things happen before Mr.Smith.
I've seen them happen over and over again.
There was a grandniece of mine who ran away with a fencing master.
An archduchess who fell in love with a tourist guide in Egypt.
Princes have eloped with soubrettes, princesses with headwaiters.
- And why not if they loved each other? - Why not?
Let me tell you why not.
My grandniece and her fencing master, what happened?
A few beautiful months in Naples and then...
she began to want to go back to the life she had left.
There's no going back.
Eventually, she threw herself from the fifth story window of her hotel.
The archduchess with her tourist guide had less luck or less character.
She's living still, in a cheap Viennese boarding house...
on sleeping pills and brandy, anything to forget where she came from.
Where she came from? Because you're so much better than we are?
I don't say we are better.
As a matter of fact, I think you are better.
You are simpler and you are stronger.
- Ultimately, the world will be yours. - You bet it will.
What I'm trying to explain Mr. Smith, is that...
we are different.
We are like snails living in lovely twisted little twisted shells.
Have you ever observed a snail Mr.Smith?
They are majestic creatures, with small coroneted heads...
that peer very proudly from their tiny castles.
They move with dignity, I imagine they have a great sense of their own importance.
But you take them from their shells and they die.
- That is us Mr.Smith. - Ah, that's a lot of...
I know my class.
Take Johanna with you and you destroy her. Do you want to destroy someone you love?
I don't want to and I'm not going to, I'm going to make her happy.
One chance in a million. Bring that apparatus here.
I don't know whether she mentioned it but there are 2 other offers for Johanna's hand.
The Prince Baloshaza and the Marques La Fuente.
- They're both idiots. - I agree.
No chance of any wild love there.
But let's look ahead.
Picture Johanna in the two family house in Newark.
Oh, she may still love you...
and yet as she dries the dishes, won't she think...
tonight there is the gala opening of the opera in Vienna.
Last week I should've been at the races at Ascot in the Royal enclosure.
I wonder how the season is at Biarritz.
- She won't think that. - Because she has you?
It's right.
Are you enough Mr. Smith?
22.50 a week with a 4% commission.
Play it please.
- You think I should go in? - No Father.
On hearing such a fantastic proposal...
I wager His Majesty fainted or had a stroke on, like that.
- What's he playing music for? - Because everything is going so well.
Because His Majesty's listened to him.
And that song? Tricking an old man into a sentimental mood it's not fair.
It's yes, it's yes. It's yes.
The Emperor is cracking up. Heaven help our poor monarchy.
Oh, monarchy, monarchy, crowns, titles, crests, who cares Father? Who cares?
Don't just stand there Virgil, what happened? What is it?
- What's that mean? Is it alright? - Alright? It's great.
- Oh, it's great, do you hear that? - What did His Majesty say?
- Oh, exactly what I wanted him to say. - Virgil?
I sure want to thank you honey Countess, both for myself and behalf of the company.
- Oh, it's all so wonderful, what company? - The phonograph company, my boss.
They better send you a bathtub full of roses.
Me, why?
- You helped swing the deal, didn't you? - What deal?
- I sold him the phonograph. - You sold him...
- What is all this? What's he talking about? - Hush Father. Go on please.
I knew I could sell him if I could just get to him.
He's a wonderful old guy, fell for it like that.
He did?
Now, on to be a cinch.
Virgil H. Smith, by appointment to His Majesty Frances Joseph the First.
Who made that appointment? My little honey Countess.
My mind isn't as quick as yours, let's be quite clear about this.
It was that phonograph from the very beginning?
Oh, come now Countess, what's a salesman after, first, last and all the time? A sale.
Of course and everything that happened between us...
all those words, those silly dreams, that was all part of what you call, a sale campaign?
I had a hunch you'd be a little sore...
but you couldn't have taken it seriously, a Countess and a drummer, come now.
No, not really, only for a short time perhaps...
which makes me very stupid or you a very good salesman indeed.
The company thinks so, they send me a whole of tough assignments.
- Wasn't so tough, was it? - This is what you get for stooping so low.
You're right Father.
The blood rushes to one's head and one gets a little dizzy but I'm quite alright now.
- No hard feelings? - No feelings at all.
It's so preposterous, it's, it's funny, it's nothing but funny.
You and that island and that nasty little dog and my going to the Emperor for you.
It's funny and it's asinine and humiliating...
and a little disgusting, but it's mostly funny.
Not so funny as the idea of me taking a life size countess to Newark.
- This is yours, I believe. - So it is.
Come on Buttons.
Goodbye Countess, his respectful regards to Scheherazade.
I never suspected that even garbage could be so cheap.
Don't you know us Americans? Anything for a dollar.
Everything seemed so perfect with that dreadful man out of her life.
- Johanna engaged to the Marques La Fuente.
- Half a dozen castles. - Seven to be exact.
The La Fuentes have more of everything...
in fact most of their children were born with 11 fingers.
Well and the poor American, what happened to him?
Poor? What's poor about him? He made a gigantic success...
selling those ridiculous machines for the thousands, the little worm.
Worm indeed. By what possible right did he come to the Emperor's Ball?
Oh, why can't he leave Johanna alone? What does he want from her now?
I wouldn't have broken into that ballroom if it wasn't a matter of life and death.
Mister, I am not interested.
Look Countess, after this you'll never see me again.
We're all pack, we ready to go back home. Only he'll never make it.
He'll never live to see America again unless you help us.
No, he's out there in a sleigh, all bundled up, you ought to see him.
Poor little rack of bones, hasn't slept in I don't know how long, won't eat.
Just lies there with his eyes like a couple of candles that are just about burned out.
I'm extremely sorry.
Last night he dragged himself out of the hotel and you know where I found him?
Down in front of your house, I rang the bell.
One of your servants told me Scheherazade is at the Palace.
She is and she cannot be disturbed, not now.
What are you trying to do? You trying to take it out on him for something I did?
Buttons isn't a businessman, he wasn't working any angles.
- All Buttons did was to lose his fool heart. - One doesn't die of a lost heart Mr.Smith.
Except in those syrupy songs chambermaids play on your phonograph.
Ah, let him see her just once more.
Give them just one moment together so the poor dog can begin to breathe again.
You're not going to let him die, let me go out to the sleigh and get him.
Release my arm Mr.Smith, I'm expected back in the ballroom.
I forgot the word maybe please.
Please.
- Johanna, where have you been? - What is it Father?
It's Scheherazade, word's just come from the stables. The veterinary says any moment now.
Well, aren't you coming for the great event?
Of course Father.
What are you doing here?
But I told you to wait for me, stay covered down.
She isn't here and even she were, you wouldn't want to see her.
Not anymore, take my word for it.
Alright, you asked for it.
She took the other fellow after all, that royal stuffed shirt.
Seems at this very moment she's presenting him with a family.
Now, do you give up?
Here Buttons. Where you going? Here.
- Your Majesty. - Good evening Dr. Zweiback.
- Have they arrived yet? - Not quite yet, not quite yet Your Majesty.
- How is the patient? - Admirable.
Temperature normal, pulse full, soft and regular, we've no apprehensions, whatsoever.
I warn you Dr. Zweiback, I expect every care taken in the delivery.
They shall be ushered into the world with all the solicitude...
of which my humble hands are capable.
Oh, stop that nonsense, go back to your patient.
If Your Majesty will excuse me, I feel that I should be with her now.
Great relief when this is all over.
I feel exactly as I did when I was waiting for the birth of Johanna.
Of course, I realize this is more important.
What shall we call the little black things Holenia?
I've made a list of a few dark names. For the first born, I should suggest Othello.
- Good. - For the second, perhaps Cafe Noir.
If he's very small, Demi-tasse.
And if it's a female Sheba, Queen of Sheba, you know, she was dark.
Simply inspired Your Majesty.
Hey, hey, Buttons, Buttons.
Come on Buttons, come on let's go home. What you got there? What's the matter?
Quiet darling. How long Dr. Zweiback?
Not long at all Countess, not an hour, not a minute...
not a second because, hocus-pocus, announcing the first arrival.
Your Majesty had promised Rome to the Duke Von Bregens.
Oh, not definitely.
There's an interesting possibility in the Hague.
How so?
- Yes. - The puppies have arrived.
- Well? - Well?
- You lost one of them? - No.
- Are they deformed? They got two heads? - No.
- What is it? - Brace yourself Baron Holenia.
- No. - Yes.
- Blasted black Jezebel. - Father please, don't. Not now.
Isn't there one of them that hasn't got so much white?
That's all there is Baron.
- Cursed, cursed, she can't do this to me. - She seems to have done it Father.
Your Majesty would like to know if there are any developments.
There are.
What is it Holenia? I was told to come here because it would happen at any minute.
- When will it happen? - It has happened Your Majesty.
- It has? How many? - Three, Your Majesty.
Three? Is that all? It's not many but I dare say it will have to do.
Where are my glasses? I want to see them, I want to see them at once.
- I don't think Your Majesty should. - Why? Why shouldn't I see them?
Your Majesty, great grief has befallen us.
- The puppies... - Come, come, come.
- It was beyond my control Your Majesty. - The puppies were born dead.
Dead?
One of those rare, unpredictable occurrences.
- The expected mother must've had a fall. - Dead? All three of them?
Yes, Your Majesty.
Dead is such an ugly word.
We're bitterly sorry for Your Majesty's disappointment.
How is Scheherazade?
She's recovering nicely, thank you Your Majesty.
Poor Louis, will be quite a blow.
In this our moment of sorrow, may I venture to offer some consolation?
There will be other days, she'll give us some puppies yet.
Yes, that's the way to look at it.
Come spring and we can count on another litter.
The question is, can I count on another spring?
If I may be permitted Your Majesty, it's almost 11.
- What of it? - The ball Your Majesty.
Your Majesty is to appear at 11.
- His Majesty is in no mood for a ball. - You're quite right.
- I'm in the mood for a cemetery. - Let us proceed to the ball.
Baron Holenia.
- The puppies, what about the puppies? - Didn't you hear? They're dead.
- Ah?\ - They must be. Dead, buried, forgotten.
See to it at once, that's an order.
Alright Andreas, you heard the orders.
Cover up the head.
Hi.
- May I come in or is it past visiting hours? - Who are you? Get out of here.
Oh, aren't you being a little rude? This little gentlemen is a very close relative.
- Nobody is allowed in here. - Oh well, he is. Say hello to them.
- Keep that beast away from her. - Hey, look out. What are you doing?
- Where the pups? - Throw him out.
Wait a minute, where those pups? What goes on here?
- Orders have been given. - What orders? What you going to do?
Get out of here.
Hold him.
I flatter myself, I handled the puppy situation rather well.
Do you think it's ever wise to lie to His Majesty?
- The puppies are dead, I gave orders. - Father.
You're not going to kill them, you're not going to, understand?
Because I'm not going to let you.
Oh, I don't care how many of you there are.
As a matter of fact, it's probably a good thing there are so many of you.
Maybe all of you together can scrape up decency...
to lay off three little duffers who've just begun to breathe.
There not pure enough for you, eh? Not quite your sort. Freaks.
Little mongrels you wouldn't have around, so what are you going to do?
You going to shake them off that great, big noble family...
tree of yours and let them rot as if nothing had happened.
- What have you there Mr. Smith? - Scheherazade's puppies and you know it.
Baron Holenia?
It seemed wiser Your Majesty, I didn't want to shock Your Majesty.
Bring them here Mr. Smith.
And as my hearing is not impaired please do not shout at me.
Well, I wanted to get my two cents worth in before you started talking.
Last time, like a chump, I kept my mouth shut and what did you do?
You sold me a bill of goods about the wrong side of the tracks...
and me not being good enough, you remember?
Are we discussing the Countess Von Stolzenberg-Stolzenberg...
or the contents of that basket?
Well, it amounts to the same thing, only now I know.
With your very kind permission, that you were full of cracked ice.
Or maybe I was to fall for it and walk out and make a heel out of myself.
Virgil, will you say that again please, slowly and plainly and simply?
Not now honey Countess.
Your Majesty, was it me that you made him give up?
Oh yes Johanna, yes.
We both agreed that with him, you had only one chance in a million to be happy.
Your Majesty thinks that I am happy?
Isn't one chance in a million better than no chance at all?
My dear, you're much too pretty for mathematics.
- They're all boys. - That's right boys run in Buttons' family.
- This tiny one has a bite like a nutcracker. - They're sweet Your Majesty.
They'll be the strongest, the smartest and the funniest.
And between Buttons and me, we'll bring them up right when we get them back home.
- Can I have them back now sir? - You cannot.
Why should you have Buttons and Johanna, and Scheherazade and the puppies?
Maybe we could leave one for His Majesty...
the one who's so attached to His Majesty's finger.
Sounds like a good deal, I'd even be willing to withdraw the cracked ice crack.
I'm keeping them all, understand? Now leave me alone, go on, dance all of you.
- Your Majesty, if I may... - You may not Holenia.
I will talk to you later.
Putzi, how do I look to you now?
- I think the word is ravishing. - Shall we dance?
Love is a dream yet it's so real
Hard to explain, just how you feel
Deep in your heart, joy seems to dwell
Like poets say, it's perfectly swell.
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