happen to me anymore.
Before I can be discharged, I'll be dead!
The man's crazy.
I don't know him. He's annoying.
- Baron!
- Excuse me.
- What is it? What's happened to him?
- He's ill.
- I'm sorry, Baron.
- Poor old Kringelein. You're all right.
- Give him some whiskey.
- No.
A Louisiana Flip.
Five minutes to 7:00.
Time drags when you're tired.
I was in the hospital the whole night,
walking up and down the corridor.
They wouldn't let me see her.
And I have to stay chained to this desk.
Did you find that young lady
for Mr. Preysing?
- His secretary. Yes, they're over there.
- That's all.
His secretary.
Come on, waiter.
- Would you like a little cognac?
- No, nothing.
Nothing?
- One cognac for me.
- Very good, sir.
You wanted to see me?
Yes. Pardon me. I must go to England.
It's very important. I must go at once.
I have some very big deals...
involving hundreds of thousands
of marks...
and I thought
I would take along a secretary...
to take care of my correspondence.
You know what I mean.
I understood you to say
that you traveled and...
You understand?
I understand you perfectly, Mr. Preysing.
What would you want for such a trip?
- Marks? You mean money?
- Yes.
I don't know. I'd have to figure it up.
I'd need clothes and shoes...
and it's cold in England in March.
And I'd need a suit.
- You'd want me to look nice?
- Of course, Miss Flaemm.
Yes, I thought you would.
I should say 1,000 marks.
- Is that too much?
- No.
That is all right.
Would you like me
to get you a room here...
at the hotel? Now?
- And that would...
- Hello, Baron.
- Would you please pay some attention?
- I'm paying attention.
- How do you do?
- Insolence.
You mean the Baron?
- Baron what?
- What?
He's a gentleman.
Is the Baron tired?
No, not tired exactly.
I thought this evening
we could go to the casino.
That place we passed
with the wonderful bright lights.
Kringelein, I'd adore it.
I can't go anywhere.
- What?
- I'm broke.
- No, you're joking.
- Yes. Isn't it odd?
A baron, broke.
Excuse me, old man.
- I quit.
- You can't.
I'm not getting those pearls,
neither are you.
- What about the money?
- I'll pay you back.
- How?
- I have an idea working in my head.
You might find a bullet through that head.
If you do that you'll get nothing,
except maybe the police after you.
Mme. Grusinskaya's car!
If you wait, I'll pay you back your 5,000...
I'll see you later.
Go on, Suzette.
Are you coming to the theater?
I shall dance tonight. How I shall dance!
I want to feel that you're there.
I came too far.
- I'm worried about you.
- Don't be.
- You'll be on the train?
- Yes.
- Until then.
- Bless you.
- Was the Baron joking?
- What?
- Is it really true?
- What are you talking about, Kringelein?
Is the Baron really in financial straits?
To tell you the truth, I must get
some money somehow right away.
- If the Baron will permit me.
- What?
I'd be awfully glad to oblige.
You've been very decent to me.
Three hundred?
If I could get into a game of some kind,
I think I might win.
Gambling! I'd love that!
I've got over 6,800 marks right here.
If we could scare up some men to play.
- We could go up to my room.
- That's a grand idea.
Come on.
- Cab, miss?
- What?
- Cab?
- No, thanks. I'll walk.
- 4,000 marks.
- 4,000!
Too high?
4,000 marks.
- Want a card?
- Please.
Thanks.
- 8,000 marks.
- 8,000!
- I take it all.
- That's a lot of money.
I need it, thanks.
- Want a card?
- Please.
Baccarat.
Too bad there.
- Now, Mr. Kringelein.
- Baron!
Will you help me again, please?
I think you'd better help me, Kringelein.
- Make your bets, gentlemen.
- How much shall I bet?
- How much is left in the bank?
- 2,500 uncovered.
- Do you feel like going that far?
- All that money, Baron?
Come on, you're killing them tonight.
Go ahead, old man.
Do you want a card?
What have you got?
The old highwayman. He has nine again.
I win again!