Mad Love Page #3

- Thank you.

- Good night, Professor.

Good night.

Whatever made him bring you here?

There's never been any woman

in this house but me.

And if he must have them here,

I prefer live ones to dead ones.

Francoise.

Yes, Monsieur Professor. Pretty, isn't she?

- Get out.

- Yes, monsieur.

- Hello, there. How are you?

- Well, who are you?

That's no way to talk to a gentleman.

Ain't that a pretty bird?

You know, I got a parrot of my own.

- Well, what do you want?

- I got to see Dr. Gogol.

- It's a very important matter.

- Nobody comes in here.

Come here. Come here, queenie.

Lookie here. Now, there's a 50-franc note.

I'll give it to you if you'll answer

me one question.

Now, they brought a stiff in here.

What did he do with it?

Oh, I don't know.

He's upstairs fussing over it now.

There's your answer. Now get out.

What are they doing with the head?

Playing football with it?

The head?

Yes, the head's off.

I saw it come off myself.

Well, the head was on

when they carried it in here.

- Are you sure of that?

- I'm sure of it.

Holy jumping catfish!

What's going on in here?

Now, now, you can't come in here!

Do you want me to lose my job?

Come here a second, will you, please?

Galatea.

But I am no Pygmalion.

"The face of all the world is changed,

I think,

"Since first I heard

the footsteps of thy soul"

"Guess now who holds thee?

"'Death,' I said

"But, there, the silver answer rang

"'Not death, but love'"

You know, it was wonderful having

you to myself all these months.

You're a selfish little thing, aren't you?

Look.

Spring in Paris.

I feel so helpless.

Never mind.

You won't have them much longer.

- They... They feel dead.

- They will for a time.

You see, the muscles are atrophied

at present from lack of use.

But they... They don't look like mine.

You forget they were badly crushed.

Alcohol.

No one in the world but you, Doctor,

could have performed this miracle.

We can never repay you.

I had to find a way

because you trusted me.

- We can't possibly express our gratitude.

- Don't. Please.

Now, try to move your fingers.

There. Splendid.

Well, I began playing the piano

with one finger.

I can start that way again.

Of course, there's still much to be done.

You'll need some regular massage,

some ultra-violet treatments,

graduated exercise.

I'm afraid it will prove a long

and expensive business.

You're an angel.

You know we'll pay you just as soon as

Monsieur Stephen is well again.

I understand, madame.

I used to play rather well once, didn't I?

- And you will again, dear.

- No, not with these.

Wonderful invention, the phonograph.

Keeps a man alive long after he's dead.

Please, don't say things like that, darling.

Sometimes I feel that these records

- are all that's left of Stephen Orlac.

- All of Stephen Orlac is left.

His tenderness, his genius, and his arms.

The arms that hold me close to him.

Forgive me, darling,

for thinking so much of myself.

More practice, that's the answer.

Yes, that's it. More practice.

Well, but if it weren't for

these money troubles...

I know what you're doing.

Selling everything.

Even your rings.

Yvonne, I'm so sorry.

- We'll be all right.

- Yes, of course, we will.

- Stephen.

- Yeah?

I know how proud you are,

but why don't you go to your stepfather?

No. No.

I swore I'd never see that man again.

But, darling, this is an emergency, surely.

It wouldn't mean a thing to him.

Have we heard one word from him

since my accident? No.

I tell you, darling,

it isn't a question of pride...

Then don't go. We'll manage somehow.

You have no right

to force your way in here.

The piano is still our property

till the loan is paid.

Sorry, madame,

he pushed his way past me.

I want my money.

But, monsieur,

we really intend to pay you.

I want my money or I'll take the piano.

But you can't take it.

It means everything to my husband.

So, you can't pay, eh?

Very well, I'll return tomorrow

with a court order.

This happens to be my pen, gentlemen.

Monsieur Stephen.

Hello, Pierre. Is my father in?

Hello, Father.

Well, the great musician, eh?

- What do you want?

- Can't you forget?

- Can't we be friends?

- And how is the piano-playing?

Well, since my accident,

I haven't been able to play.

- Can we go into the office?

- So that's it.

- You've come here for money.

- I never said so.

But I thought you might have

a little understanding, sympathy...

- Sympathy?

- All right, Father. All right.

- I don't want your money.

- That's good.

Because you won't get a franc, not a sou.

For years I've wanted you

in business with me.

But being a tradesman

wasn't good enough for you.

Now that your hands are smashed up,

you can't thump a piano any longer,

you come crawling back to me.

And that actress you married.

Why don't you let her help you now?

Her pay may be small,

but she could supplement her earnings.

Stop it!

No!

Monsieur! Monsieur!

To be near you like this,

is more happiness than I've ever known.

But, Dr. Gogol, quite frankly,

I asked you to come here

to talk about Stephen.

And you must tell me the truth.

Will he ever be able to play again?

I mean, as he used to play?

Her thoughts are only for him.

He's my husband and I love him.

Is there no room in your heart,

even pity for a man

who has never known

the love of a woman,

but who has worshipped you since the day

he first walked by

that absurd little theatre?

Dr. Gogol, please.

Well, I can't be silent any longer.

- You're a woman. You must have known...

- Yes.

Yes, I knew of your feeling for me.

I traded on it.

And since you saved Stephen,

I feel deeper friendship for you

than for anyone, but...

I can give you nothing else in return.

- Nothing?

- Nothing.

Even if I didn't love him,

there's something about you that...

- Repulses you?

- Frightens me.

You are cruel,

but only to be kind.

Thank you for trying to understand.

And now see what he's gone

and bought you, dearie.

It cost him a whole month of my wages.

But what's that to you.

I hired out as a housekeeper,

and what am I now?

Lady's maid to a waxwork.

Now...

And flycatcher for a plant.

Wait a minute now. Just wait a...

Now, here's your dinner.

You'll be dead soon, dearie.

He likes dead things.

Now who can that be?

Now, you stay here, Josephine,

go on, till I go and see who it is.

I'll see who that is ringing the bell.

All right, all right. Coming. I'm coming.

It's a woman's place to carry her

all the way down.

If I could only get to that bell,

I'd be all right.

That's fine. That's it.

Now I can see all right.

So, it's you again.

Now, how many times

am I to send you away?

I've got to see the doctor or

I'll get fired. Listen, queenie...

- Well, you can't see the doctor.

- I got a present for you.

- Napoleon Brandy.

- Cognac?

- I like cognac.

- Well, I like you.

You do like that cognac. I like cognac.

You know, I used to go with a girl like you.

Only, she drank.

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