Silk Stockings

Mr. Canfield, thank heavens you got here.

I'm going to kill myself. There's no other way out.

- I could hardly play tonight. - Why?

I've received another wire from Moscow.

Take a bow, Monsieur Boroff.

Excuse me.

I've got to kill my, I've got to kill myself!

Mr. Canfield, can you get me a knife

a gun, a tall building?

Oh, come, come, you've had wires from Moscow before.

Not like this one, I told you

they would not let me stay in Paris

if they knew I was writing a score for your picture.

They want you out there, Monsieur Boroff.

They want me in Moscow too. Excuse me.

I'm lost! I'm lost! I'm lost!

Give me that wire. I'll take care of it.

- Now, don't worry. - Hah!

What? No more bows?

Ah, what am I talking about?

Soon I won't have a head to take a bow with.

Mr. Canfield, they're sending three commissars

to take me back to Moscow.

- Do you know what that means? - Come, come, come.

Not one, not two, but three commissars.

I know, come.

Uh, yeah, uh, l-l know. I know.

But, Mr. Canfield..

Now, look, uh, I'll go and see if there are any messages.

You wait for me in the mirror room.

Order two brandies.

And stop worrying.

Come, we talk to him now.

Very casual. Don't frighten him. Smile.

- I haven't smiled in 30 years. - Try.

Good evening, Comrade Boroff.

We are great admirers of your beautiful music.

My name is Brankov. This is Comrade Bibinski.

That's Comrade Ivanov.

You, uh, seem nervous, Comrade Boroff.

You have come after me?

It is true that the commissar of art

suggested that we look you up, say hello

and, uh, point out a few things.

He wanted us to tell you, how much Russia

loves you, how much she needs you.

And how nice it would be if you came back to Russia with us.

- Or else. - 'Boroff, what's up?'

Mr. Canfield, these gentlemen

my comrades from Moscow, say that I must come back

to Russia with them.

Well, that's impossible.

He's gonna write the score for the picture I'm producing.

That's impossible!

For a composer like Boroff to write the music

for a capitalistic picture is degrading.

And very profitable. He'll receive $50,000.

How much taxes will Russia get on $50,000?

- Fifty thousand dollars. - Uh-huh.

Uh, furthermore, comrades, uh, Mr. Boroff's name

will become world-famous.

This is no ordinary picture.

It stars that incomparable artist Peggy Dayton.

Look at her.

Hm. Looks very intelligent.

And very talented, comrades.

Pair of lovely eyes.

Da, da, da, da, da!

It is no matter. Boroff must return with us.

It is the wish of the Soviet Government.

What about the French Government?

What has the French Government

to do with a Russian citizen?

Ah, but first you must establish

that he is a Russian citizen.

Of course, he's a Russian citizen

a product of pure Russian culture.

And a French father.

Oh, do not talk nonsense.

You never told me.

Nor did your mother, apparently.

Uh, I have in my possession an affidavit

from one Pierre Bouchard, uh, a French traveling salesman

who carried a line of farm machinery

through Russia in the, uh, 1920s.

That would be about right, wouldn't it?

Uh huh?

Would you show us this affidavit, please?

I'll produce it when necessary, also, within 20 minutes

I shall have an injunction restraining you

from taking French citizen Boroff out of Paris.

The Russian Government will fight this outrage!

Undoubtedly, undoubtedly.

Uh, but in courts, it will take time.

Uh, meanwhile, Boroff will stay in Paris.

We must communicate with Moscow at once.

- Oh, Fifi, Suzette, Gabrielle! - 'Hi.'

Hello! What a surprise. I'm so glad to see you.

Oh. Oh, uh, I'd like to introduce my friend.

Uh-uh, Mr., Mr. Boroff.

Messieurs. - And, uh..

- Brankov. - Bibinski.

- Ivanov. - Well, the, uh..

The boys just got in from Russia.

Say, uh, incidentally, uh, we haven't been

too hospitable to our dear comrades, have we?

Uh, say, how about us all having a little drink or something?

We can go back to business later.

- Oh, will you ladies join us? - Oh, yes.

- Enchanted. - Well, that's just wonderful.

Uh, you lads must be very thirsty, aren't you?

Uh, are we thirsty, comrade?

- Da? - Da.

Uh, waiter!

We'll get a larger table in here and, and then, uh..

- Comrades. - Da?

Comrades, you're too intelligent not to see it.

Now, here we have the leading Soviet Composer Boroff

lending his art to a Peggy Dayton picture

which will circle the globe in CinemaScope.

Just think, the iron curtain dissolved by music.

Why, it's absolutely sensational.

What a gesture of goodwill on the part of the Russians

and what propaganda!

- Hm. Propaganda! - Propaganda!

Da!

Hm, of course, you three will, will have

to stay here and supervise and help.

Well, you'll become national heroes.

Comrade Bibinski, he, he has a very strong point!

Propaganda!

Da, da, da, da, da!

Bibi, this may mean

the Order of Lenin for you!

Oh, you can't throw away this opportunity for greatness.

Can we throw away this opportunity for greatness?

Comrades, perhaps we should stay here for a while.

We got to sacrifice our own feelings

for the good of the party.

I, I go and register.

There's no need to, I've already made

a reservation for you, the royal suite.

- Royal? - Royal?

You deserve the best.

Oh, furthermore, while, while you're in it

it will be called, uh, the workers' suite.

Well, then, then we stay!

Too bad.

But for the sake of Russia!

Ya! Whoo!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Uh, for me?

Hey! Hey!