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just begun.
DOCTOR: Quiet, Kringelein. Don't be afraid.
I'm not afraid, Doc.
- I'm not afraid to die.
- There, there.
You'll be all right.
Too much iced champagne.
- What?
- Hello, Baron.
Hello, Kringelein.
You old drunkard.
It's late.
DOCTOR: What is it?
OTTO: My pocketbook.
I've lost my pocketbook.
14,000 marks in that pocketbook.
OTTO: I've got to find it.
DOCTOR: No, stay where you are.
OTTO: No, Ive got to find that.
DOCTOR: Kringelein!
OTTO: 14,000 marks.
14,000 marks were in that pocketbook.
I can't see anything.
You don't know what that money means
to a man like me.
You've never lived like a dog in a hole...
and scrimped and saved.
You did not see his pocketbook,
did you, Baron?
No.
My life hangs on that money, Baron.
Nobody ever gives you anything
for nothing.
You have to buy everything,
and pay cash for it.
I wanted to pay for my last days
with that money.
I must find it!
I haven't anything in the world
but that pocketbook!
Every hour costs money. I must find it!
Here's your pocketbook,
you silly old thing.
BARON: There's your money.
OTTO: You found it!
That's it. You found it.
I'm very glad he got it back. 14,000 marks.
Yes. It's a lot of money, isn't it?
- Good night, Kringelein.
- Don't go, Baron. Don't leave me.
- I must, old man. It's late, Im sorry.
- No. Please don't go!
I must, old man. It's late.
Good night.
Good night, Kringelein.
OTTO: Stay a while, Baron.
I'm sorry. I can't, old man.
I have no time.
[Soft instrumental music]
Wait a minute.
- Hello, funny one.
- Hello.
What are you doing here at this time?
Looking for my room. 164.
- Do you live here?
- Yes, for tonight.
Oh!
Oh.
Such is life, Flaemmchen.
[Soft instrumental music continues]
[Whistles]
You're nice.
Good night...
funny one.
Good night.
Come on.
- Thank you, madam. Good night.
- Good night.
[Preysing snoring]
[Soft instrumental music]
MAN #1: You were superb tonight.
What a success!
Yes. It was a triumph, wasn't it?
MAN #2: Madame will return
to Berlin soon?
Who knows, monsieur?
[Grusinskaya singing]
Do be sensible.
Shall I come and talk
about the music now, or not?
No. Not tonight.
Pimenov, go and find him.
PREYSING: Flaemmchen.
FLAEMM: Hello.
I've been waiting in there for you.
I had to arrange about the trip.
- You're very sweet.
- Thank you.
FLAEMM: Won't you sit down?
PREYSING: You know, you are entirely
different from what I expected.
FLAEMM: Different? How?
PREYSING: I don't know.
I thought you were more of a coquette...
not so ladylike.
What did you expect?
Wouldn't you like to call me
by the first name?
No, I couldn't do that.
PREYSING: Why not?
FLAEMM: I don't know.
One can't get intimate just offhand.
I could go to England with you
and all that, but...
I always say that nothing
should be left hanging over.
And names are like that.
Supposing I met you next year and I said:
"How do you do, Mr. Preysing."
And you said, "That's the young lady
who was my secretary in Manchester."
That's all quite proper.
But supposing I saw you and yelled:
"Hi, baby! Remember Manchester?"
[Preysing chuckling]
And you were with your wife.
How would you like that?
We will leave my wife out of this,
Flaemmchen, please.
FLAEMM: Sorry.
PREYSING: I didn't mean that.
You are very slender, aren't you?
- Think so?
- Are you going to be nice to me?
FLAEMM: Yes.
- Very nice?
- That's what you expect, isn't it?
You like me just a little bit, don't you?
You're still a stranger to me,
but that doesn't matter.
PREYSING: It's you, Baron.
What are you doing in this room here?
- This your room, Preysing?
- Yes, this is my room.
Sorry. I must've made a mistake.
We shall see whether you made
a mistake or not.
PREYSING: That door is locked, Baron.
Yes. I came through here.
Here. I want that pocketbook.
- What do you mean?
- I want that

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