April in Paris

Good afternoon, mr. Putnam.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Mr. Putnam.

Good afternoon, Mr. Putnam.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Mr. Putnam.

Good afternoon.

Oh. Good afternoon, Mr. Putnam.

You weren't paying attention.

Good afternoon, Mr. Putnam.

Good afternoon, tracy.

Everything in apple-pie order?

Apple-pie order, Mr. Putnam.

Fine, fine.

The mail, sir.

Oh, by the way,

that frenchman still insists upon seeing you.

Didn't you send him to immigration?

Yes, but they sent him to the justice department.

Justice sent him to treasury.

Treasury sent him back to us.

Those are the usual channels. What's his complaint?

This is his third time around.

Oh, I'm so busy setting up the festival,

but send him in.

Did you send for me?

Find room... If you can.

Mr. Fouquet, my secretary's already told you

there's nothing further we can do.

But I must be in Paris next week.

Your passport is in order.

You can leave whenever you wish.

But I have no money to buy my ticket,

and I cannot fly by myself, no?

I have spent all winter here

earning the yankee dollar,

but I do not have one yankee penny.

Treasury informs us

they've had to freeze the money you've earned

until they determine your back taxes.

How long will that be?

A week, two weeks, a month.

A month?

No money? No wine? No women?

How could a man live, unless he's an american?

I'm sorry. Those are regulations.

There's nothing I can do.

Look, in france, I am a famous entertainer.

I own my own nightclub.

In the bank I have francs up to here.

I--i will call Paris,

have my friends cable me money.

Can I do that?

Oh, yes.

Fine.

But we'll have to impound it

as soon as it arrives.

Charming.

Monsieur, soon it will be springtime in Paris.

The children will be dancing in the bois de boulogne.

Men with tiny carts will be selling

marrons chauds in the streets--

um... Chestnuts.

And everywhere,

young couples will be in each other's arms kissing.

Have pity on a man

who only breathes, lives, and loves

when he's in Paris.

You'll loan me enough to go,

no?

It's against regulations.

Second class?

Impossible.

Steerage?

That's against regulations, too.

Would you mind greasing me?

I'll try to swim it.

That's--

I know, I know.

That's against regulations, too.

All right. I will wait to see a higher assistant.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I do not like to criticize your government,

but...

Everything is regulations, forms, red tape,

efficiency.

No room for mistakes.

Now, what would happen to this giant machine

if one little human error should sneak in, hmm?

Things wouldn't be so apple pie, believe me.

This whole delicately balanced mechanism

would go poof.

Tracy, tracy, something terrible has happened.

W-w-w-what's the matter?

I'm flying to new york.

Phone the harvard club.

Tell them I won't be home to dinner.

Tell them anything.

Make up something.

I know why he's so excited.

You do?

He got the Paris festival letters mixed

and sent ethel barrymore's invitation to a chorus girl.

A chorus girl? I better start moving him out.

Poof!

Hold it, Mr. Putnam.

Mr. Putnam, why the rush trip from Washington?

Is the Paris festival off?

Any statement on the festival

will have to come from the assistant to the undersecretary.

But it's your baby--

international festival of arts.

We hear you're taking

a representative of the american theater.

Who is it, ethel barrymore or bugs bunny?

Very droll. I assure you,

the representatives of the various arts

will be chosen from the best america has to offer.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,

but everything is running smoothly.

Why did you snatch the first hat you saw

and grab a plane?

I did not snatch the first hat I saw.

It's a routine visit planned weeks ago.

I bid you good day.

Knickerbocker theatre. And see that we're not followed.

O.K., Dick tracy. It'll be our little secret.

That'll be 5 bucks even.

There you are.

Hey, mac, what's with the tip?

Your rates are set

by the interstate commerce commission.

I'm sure they provide a living wage.

Like to marry me for my money?

Tipping is undignified and un-american.

I believe it should be abolished by law.

Mac, I got a word of advice for you--

don't cross any streets.

We got a big organization.

Hey, mac, close that door.

Where's your stub?

My what?

You got a ticket,

or you just come in to get warm?

I'm here on official business

for the United States government.

I would like to see, uh...

Miss ethel s. Jackson.

Where can I find her?

Dynamite Jackson? Come here.

There she is, third from the left.

What a built, huh?

What a built, huh?

Sit down.

Thank you.

Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!

These are all for me?

Take your thumb out of your mouth

and open the presents.

We have to get going.

Oh, a nightgown.

How do I look?

Beautiful. Wonderful.

Wear that on the boat.

When they say, "women and children first,"

they'll know which you are.

Oh, slippers and perfume.