Bluebeard's Eighth Wife Page #9

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under any circumstances.

Oh, you must let me in. Can't

you take me as a patient?

I'm very sorry, madame.

Even if I were to let you in,

it wouldn't do you any good.

He wouldn't listen to

anything you had to say.

Why, the mere mention of

your name makes him violent.

If Mr. Brandon knew you

were under the same roof,

he'd jump out the window.

We can't take the risk, so

please, madame. Goodbye.

It's no use, Father.

They won't let me see him.

They won't even let me talk

to Professor Urganzeff.

So, Professor Urganzeff

won't talk to a de Loiselle.

Well.

(MIMICS DOG BARKING) Yes, sir?

Will you step in, please?

(INAUDIBLE)

(DOG BARKING)

Yes, Father?

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Nicole.

What happened?

You bought it? It was a bargain.

Nothing.

Hello, Michael. How...

Oh, I beg your pardon.

You get out. But, darling...

And get out of here quick. Do you

know what you are? You are a...

I've never said that to a woman

before, and I won't say it now.

I feel fine, I feel fine, I feel very fine.

Get out of here!

Now, be reasonable, Michael. No,

no, there's no use struggling.

You have to listen.

You know, it cost

me a great deal

to get this interview with you.

You ought to be proud.

Why do you think a woman puts

a man into a straitjacket?

Because she loves him. Love.

You're a fine one to

be talking about love.

Wouldn't be my wife

when you should have been.

The only kiss I got out of that

marriage was smothered in onions.

Well, let me kiss you now.

Get out of here!

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello. Oh, just a moment.

New York.

(EXCLAIMS)

Hello. Oh, it's you, Jeff.

What I've decided about oil?

Well, listen, I don't feel like

talking business right now.

No, no, I'm not sore. I'm in a

straitjacket. Call me later.

And now, clear out, please.

Michael, is it Albert?

Is that what's troubling you?

No, no, I know that was a put-up

job, and it's just as bad.

Now, look here, you got your

money, that's what you wanted.

That's what you always thought.

Believe me, Michael, I loved

you from the moment I saw you,

but you made it impossible.

I had to break you down.

I didn't want to be just another

girl in the Brandon Follies.

Well, you haven't

broken me down.

No, things have changed

for us both, Michael.

If I take you now, you

can be sure I love you.

I'm free, independent, rich.

We're on equal terms, Michael.

(GIGGLING) Oh, no, we're not.

You're in a straitjacket,

and my arms are free.

As a matter of fact, you're in

my power, darling. Sit down.

You... No, no,

you never said that to a woman

before, and don't say it now.

Please, Michael, have a chair.

Get away from me. No, now

don't be afraid, Michael.

Whatever may happen, I'm willing

to take the consequences.

I'll marry you. I hate you.

No, no, no, no, no. You love me.

You ran away from me.

That proves it.

You've stayed single

for six months

for the first time since you

were thrown out of college.

And why? Because you

couldn't forget me, Michael.

And they've been six miserable

months for me, too.

Why? Because I couldn't forget you.

That's love, Michael.

Stop tickling my face.

That's not tickling,

that's caressing.

Then don't caress me. Then

don't pay any attention to it.

You'd better save your energy.

I'm never gonna marry again.

You've never been married before,

not my kind of marriage.

For keeps, forever, Michael.

Stop caressing me!

No, that's tickling now. You're so

mixed up in your emotions, darling.

Wait till I get out of this

straitjacket, what I'll do to you...

Oh, I can hardly wait,

Michael. Michael. Michael.

Get away from me.

Stop doing that.

Nicole, please. This doesn't

mean a thing to me.

No, no, no. And it's not

gonna mean a thing to me.

No.

I feel fine, I feel

fine, I feel very fine.

Oh, please, Nicole. Stop.

That isn't fair, Nicole.

(NICOLE SCREAMING)

Nothing.

Let me up, Nicole.

Nicole, let me...

Michael... Shut up!

Nothing.

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