David Golder Page #4

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you're wrong!

Cross out those articles

or I'm leaving.

Not tomorrow, not ever!

The wells are gushing

You've gone on about that

for three days now!

I know what you're up to!

You wait till the last minute

to insert something

that will give you a reason

to break

the agreement later!

But you can't fool

old Golder!

You! Sit down and write!

- We won't sign

- Then to hell with you!

"The Tbingen Petroleum

Trust Company...

is allowed to build refineries...

pipelines...

facilities...

and anything else it needs

to accomplish its work.

Duration of the concession:

99 years."

"Upon expiration

of the concession...

all facilities

mentioned above...

and all equipment...

shall become

the inalienable property

of the Soviet government."

Fine with me.

That's 99 years from now!

I couldn't care less.

Sign it.

Joyce...

Stop this boat.

What?

Please!

I'll pay whatever it takes.

You're mad, my friend.

What is it, sir?

Yiddish!

I'm not well.

- Are you ill?

- Yes.

Shall I help you

to your cabin?

Yes, please.

- Your first crossing?

- Yes.

Where are you from?

Kremenets, in Poland.

I know it.

So... you're leaving?

Yes.

Where will you go?

Paris, to start with.

I have a cousin

who's a tailor in Paris,

but when I get a little money,

I'll go to New York.

You'll starve there.

You know that?

What of it?

I'm used to that.

And it won't be for long.

You think so, huh?

It goes on for years...

and years...

and then

And then you get rich!

And then you die.

You die...

all alone like a dog...

the same way you lived.

Would you like me

to stay with you?

Kremenets.

I was eight years old.

The synagogue...

Kremenets.

Are you there?

Listen to me.

No...

don't bother with that now.

In Paris...

go see my lawyer,

Mr. Seton...

at 28 Faubourg Saint-Honor.

Write it down.

Seton.

Seton,

28 Faubourg Saint-Honor.

Repeat that.

And tell him...

David Golder...

is dead.

Repeat that.

David Golder is dead.

Good.

Give him everything.

My suitcase...

my wallet.

And tell him

he's to look out...

for my daughter's interests.

Then go

to the Htel Continental.

Write that down.

There you're to see

Mr. Tbingen.

John Tbingen.

Tell him...

David Golder...

is dead...

and that he should do...

everything he can for Joyce...

for my daughter.

Tell him...

that I trust him.

That's all.

Give it to me.

Everything I have on me...

all the money...

is for you.

But swear that you'll do

everything I've asked.

I swear.

Before God.

Before God.

I swear before God.

Help!

Help!

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