David Golder Page #3

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isn't yours.

Your Joyce isn't your daughter.

She's Hoyos's daughter...

you fool!

David?

The car is ready, sir.

What's today's date?

The 25th.

The 25th.

I've been sick

for three weeks.

You're better now...

but you shouldn't be taking

such a long trip so soon.

My daughter

I mean, Miss Joyce

is she here?

I believe Miss Joyce

has been away for two weeks.

I'm so happy!

When we're married,

we'll travel like this

all the time.

We'll go to India.

What do you say?

We'll have

a marvelous palace with tigers

and thousands of birds

of every color.

We'll take Bobby along.

Right, Bobby?

Aren't you going

to say anything?

Cocktail, David?

This is madness!

It's like it's not

my own house anymore!

What's this new caprice?

Hoyos!

You're here?

You're up and about?

It's an endless parade

around here.

What's going on?

Are you selling the villa?

Some people just came to see it.

You're selling the villa?

You're throwing us out?

Answer me!

You're getting revenge, huh?

Cutting us off!

That's it, isn't it?

You're richer than me.

But I don't need all this

to live anymore.

In two weeks

the house will be sold,

and you can all go

wherever you want.

Thief!

You belong in prison.

Old Golder...

is retiring from business.

Surprised?

Old Golder's through

with slaving for others.

Jean will send

my things to Paris.

I'm leaving you!

If you think we'll starve...

if you think

I can't get by without you...

Our days of freedom

are over, little Bobby.

Time to go home.

I wish this week

could go on forever.

Our week of paradise.

Drive slowly, you hear?

I have plenty of time.

Rumor is that Golder stock

is dropping like a stone!

What's going on

with Golder stock?

I'm done for.

Golder's gone under!

They all thought

you were bluffing.

They fell for it.

The French-Cambodian Bank

speculated on your stock

and went bust.

You can boast that you've driven

quite a few into the ground.

I couldn't care less.

If the weather's

nice tomorrow,

come to the Rue des Rosiers.

There's a little

Jewish restaurant there

that makes

the best stuffed pike!

You know I don't eat fish.

You don't have to eat.

Just pay the bill.

You could at least do that much

for a poor old man.

I'm exhausted.

Let's get a cab.

If you want.

I stay away

from those bad habits.

Tbingen!

Is that you, my friend?

I'm glad to see you.

Have a seat.

What's going on?

Do I have to bring

deals to you now?

General Petroleum has sent

agents to Baku twice now.

The Soviets have

categorically refused.

In six months...

we could have the entire

Caucasus in our hands.

We'd have a monopoly

on Russian oil.

I hope you've held on

to your shares of Teisk.

Yes.

We'll do this deal together.

Tbingen and Golder

a powerhouse!

No.

Why not?

I can't work anymore.

And I don't want to.

I'm ill.

It's my heart.

If I keep on doing deals,

I'm done for.

What are you saying?

I worked myself to death

for 40 years.

All I cared about was money.

At my age

one doesn't need much.

You just need to live.

And I have enough

to live on.

I'm 70 years old, Golder.

When the Teisk oil fields gush

in 20 or 25 years,

I'll be six feet under.

But it doesn't matter.

I'm not working for myself

but for those

who will carry on

the Tbingen name.

Yes, but...

I have no one.

So...

what's the point?

What's this?

You have a child,

the same as me.

I have no one.

No one.

I'm all alone.

No, you're not.

Pull yourself together.

In three weeks

you'll be in Baku.

Only you

can pull off this deal.

You know the Russians.

I'm staying

at the Continental.

Good-bye, Golder.

Who is it?

You?

What are you doing here?

Come in.

I was about to turn in.

I see...

that you've done well

for yourself too.

Gifts from my fianc.

I'm getting married.

Congratulations.

You know who I'm marrying?

Fishl!

That's right! Fishl!

That filthy old man!

What about your great love...

Alec?

What could I do?

I have no money.

Mother gives me nothing.

Not a cent!

You wanted too much,

my child.

Love...

money...

You can't have it all.

But nobody's forcing you.

Why are you whining?

It's your fault!

You got me used

to always having money.

Now I can't live

any other way.

It's your fault!

My fault?

I'm so unhappy, Daddy.

You can't imagine.

I want to kill myself.

You're trying to frighten me,

aren't you?

I have nothing left.

Besides,

you're not my daughter.

You know that.

Go to Hoyos.

Let him work for you.

I've done enough.

I can't do any more.

Go to Hoyos.

No, not Hoyos!

You know I have no one

in the world but you.

I don't care

if you're not my real father.

Oh, it's awful!

For everyone else,

Joyce is Golder's daughter.

For everyone else...

and for me too.

You're the only one

who's ever been good to me.

My fondest memories...

you're in them all.

Why did you come here?

I was at peace.

I was beginning to forget...

and that wasn't easy!

You can't understand.

I have nothing left.

I gave everything up.

You can do some deals.

No, I can't.

You can make money

like before.

You love your Alec that much?

Oh, yes.

Ever since you were

12 years old...

you've always been in love

with someone.

Yes...

but before I didn't know.

Now I know.

He's the one.

You're not going to let Fishl

get away with this, are you?

You didn't raise me

all these years

so that he could buy me!

So that he can tell

everyone...

"I married Golder's daughter

when she had nothing

but the clothes on her back!"

Tell me you won't let him!

That swine!

After all I've done for you...

to see you like this!

I love you, my child.

You can tell Fishl...

to go to hell!

You want money?

You'll have it.

Go see my lawyer.

He'll send you

150 pounds a month.

You'll have to make do

with that for now.

But in six months

you'll be rich.

Richer than

your mother ever was.

Oh, Daddy, I knew it!

I'll be leaving on a trip.

When I come back,

you'll get married.

To Alec.

If I should die

while I'm away...

my lawyer will tell you

what to do.

Sign whatever

he tells you to sign.

Understand?

The Continental, please.

It really doesn't matter,

you know.

You're still a swell guy.

I'm holding

for the Continental.

How silly of me to cry.

I look awful.

Look at my eyes!

Is this the Continental?

Mr. Tbingen's room, please.

I've been waiting

for 17 weeks!

That's too long.

We sign a contract today

or it's off!

Of course. Sit down.

I'll read the last articles.

"Each oil field

licensed to the Tbingen

Petroleum Trust Company

shall be rectangular

in shape

and no larger

than 100 acres

and shall not adjoin

any other."

Strike that part right now!

Fine! I won't sign!

The interests

of the proletariat

The proletariat?

To hell with the proletariat!

What are you saying?

Isn't the proletariat

already winning?

Water!

Get me some water,

for God's sake.

Water, you idiot.

Are you ill, dear friend?

Yes, but if you think

that means you can cheat me,

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