Lolita Page #6

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(dial tone)

Doctor:

Hello?

Humbert:

Nurse...

where is she?

Nurse:

Who?

Humbert

Who took her... somebody took her. My daughter...

Nurse:

I don't know who you're... you need to talk to...

Humbert:

Did you see my daughter? She was in there last night...

Security:

Hey, relax, pal. Relax.

Humbert:

Don't tell me to relax! I'm looking for my daughter!

Doctor... doctor!!

Where is she?! What have you done with her?

Where is she?

Tell me where she is!

Leave me alone, you bastards!

Tell me where she is!!

I'm just looking for my daughter...

Security:

I said, relax!

Humbert:

I want to know where she...

I'm sorry... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm just a little bit... I think I may just have...

had a little bit too much to drink.

I'm very worried about my daughter, you see...

But she's with Uncle Gustav... so she'll be all right.

I'm very sorry. Please forgive.

She's gone to her... grandpa's farm.

She'll be absolutely fine there. What better place for her?

I'm... I'm fine. Please... sorry.

So sorry, thank you very much.

Sorry... sorry, so sorry.

I searched all our old haunts...

and for several months the trail remained warm.

The "thief"...or kidnapper, he was clever.

He would disguise his name... but I could always tell his handwriting.

Sir?

He had very peculiar "t's", "w's", and "I's".

It must be hard for you who already know who it was...

to understand my mystification.

Or maybe you think I was imagining things.

Maybe you think it impossible that there could have been another like me.

Another mad lover of nymphets...

following us over the great and ugly plains.

Well... you're right, of course.

There was no one else like me.

Eventually the trail went cold and dead.

And I went back to cold, dead Beardsley.

Dolores:

"Dear Dad, how's everything?

I'm married; I'm going to have a baby.

I guess it'll come right around Christmas.

This is a hard letter to write.

I'm going nuts because we don't have enough...

to pay our debts and get out of here.

Dick has been promised a big job in Alaska.

Are you still mad at me?

Please send us a check, Dad...

we could manage with three or four hundred...

or even less. Anything is welcome.

Gone through much sadness and hardship. Yours expecting, Dolly."

"Mrs. Richard F. Schiller."

(gunshot)

(raspy bell)

Humbert:

Well.

Come in.

Molly, stay out.

Good girl.

Humbert:

Husband at home?

Dolores:

Yeah.

Where do you wanna sit, the rocker or the divan?

Come sit with me on the divan.

Humbert:

Is that him...

up the ladder?

Dolores:

You want me to call him in?

Humbert:

No.

He's not the one I want.

Dolores:

He's not the what?

Humbert:

You know what I mean.

Where is he?

Dolores:

Dick has nothing to do with all that stuff...

He thinks you're my father. Please don't bring up all that muck.

Humbert:

All right, I'll find out myself.

Dolores:

You really don't know?

My God, Dad, it was Quilty. It was Clare Quilty.

Humbert:

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Quilty...

Dolores:

Yeah.

He was the only man I was ever really crazy about.

Humbert:

What about me?

Where did he take you?

Just tell me.

Dolores:

Everybody knew he liked little girls.

He used to film them in his mansion in Parkington.

Pavor Manor.

But I wasn't gonna do all those things.

Humbert:

All what things?

Dolores:

Two girls and two boys... three or four men.

Vivian was filming the whole thing.

I said, "No, I'm not gonna blow all those beastly boys.

I want you."

So he threw me out.

Humbert:

I looked and looked at her,

and I knew as clearly as I know that I will die...

that I loved her more than anything I'd ever seen or imagined on earth.

She was only the dead leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago,

but I loved her; this Lolita, pale and polluted,

and big with another man's child.

She would fade and wither, I didn't care.

I would still go mad with tenderness...

at the mere sight of her face.

Humbert:

Lolita...

from here to that old car that you know so well,

there's a stretch of twenty-five paces.

Make those twenty-five steps. With me, now.

Dolores:

You're saying you'll give us money if I go to a motel with you?

Humbert:

No, no...

I'm saying, leave here and come live with me...

and die with me and everything with me.

Dolores:

You're crazy.

Humbert:

If you refuse, you still get the money.

Dolores:

Really?

Humbert:

Yeah.

There. Have it.

Dolores:

My God...

you're giving us four thousand bucks?

Thank...

Humbert:

No...

don't touch me.

I'll die if you touch me.

Just tell me... there's a chance you'll come with me?

Dolores:

No, honey.

No, I'd almost rather go back with Clare.

Humbert:

I'll go.

Can I call Dick in to say goodbye?

Dolores:

No, I don't want to see him. At all.

Humbert:

Lo, can you ever forget what I've done to you?

Dolores:

Say goodbye, Molly.

Say goodbye to my dad.

Dick! Guess what?

Humbert:

Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury...

I have to say that I regret all I did before that last goodbye in Coalmont.

But I regret nothing of what came after.

(coughing)

Quilty:

Now, who are you?

Are you by any chance, Brewster?

You know, you don't look like Jack Brewster.

I mean, the resemblance is not particularly striking.

Somebody told me he had a brother with the same phone company.

Humbert:

I'm neither of the Brewsters.

(sirens)

Police:

Pull over!

Humbert:

Do you recall a little girl named...

Dolores Haze?

You see, I'm her father.

Quilty:

Nonsense. You're a foreigner...

you're an agent of a foreign power.

You're a foreign literary agent.

Humbert:

She was my daughter...

She was my child.

Quilty:

I adore children myself.

And fathers... I love fathers.

Humbert:

Sit down!!

Quilty:

There they are.

Now we need matches. You got a light?

Humbert:

Quilty, I want you to concentrate.

You're about to die.

Quilty:

Ohh!

Jesus...

Humbert:

Do you want to be executed standing up or sitting down?

Quilty:

Let me think, let me think... It's not an easy question.

Humbert:

Quilty, try to understand what is happening.

(stuttering)

Humbert:

Remember Dolores Haze?

Quilty:

I'm willing... I'm willing to try. I am.

Okay, listen. I made a mistake, which I regret...

sincerely.

I couldn't have any fun with your little Dolly.

I'm practically impotent to tell the melancholy truth.

But I gave her a swell vacation... I did.

She met some remarkable people.

Hey, do you happen to know...

Humbert:

Stay still.

Quilty:

Oh, God.

Humbert:

You cheated me.

You cheated me of my redemption.

You have to die.

Quilty:

I don't know what you're talking about.

My memory and my eloquence are not at their best today,

but you have to admit you were never an ideal stepfather.

Humbert:

Eh?

Quilty:

I did not force your little to join me,

it was she who made me remove her to a happier home.

Look around you. See this house?

It's very cool in the summer; it's comfortable.

I suggest that you move in, hm?

I think you'll be happy here.

You could use my wardrobe.

We have a most reliable and bribable charwoman.

"Cleaning lady", is the American term.

She has not only daughters, she has grand-daughters.

And I know a thing or two about the chief of police...

that makes him my slave.

Drop the gun. And here's another thing...

I think you're going to like this.

I have upstairs the most unique collection of erotica.

Drop the gun... drop the gun...

Also, moreover, I can arrange for you to attend executions.

You know, not everybody knows the chair is painted yellow.

Somebody help!

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