Madame Bovary Page #8
- PASSED
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- 1949
- 114 min
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sitting on a high, stupid stool|that I'll never get off till the day I die.
Now you can laugh.
All my success.
I failed in Yonville. I failed in Paris.
Now I can't even succeed at pretending|that I am what I'm not.
I thought you'd hate me.
Did you see the master in Rouen?
He went in last night.|He went looking for you.
- Has he come back yet?|- No.
Why, isn't it proper for me to forgive you?|Surely other women have forgiven you.
- Or isn't that fair?|- It's fair enough.
I just don't happen to remember you|in terms of other women.
- How was Italy?|- Can't you guess? Without you?
I'm sure you found other amusements.
Why should I deny it?
Emma, why did you come here to see me?
Why, I came to tell you that I forgive you.
You're pale.
Those lines around your eyes,|I don't remember them.
I'm sure there's a great deal|you don't remember.
Would you offer me some brandy?
Oh, Rodolphe, forgive me.
Being here again, seeing you again,|I suppose in a way I still love you.
To the happiest of memories|and the saddest.
- Why didn't you take me with you?|- Don't, Emma.
If you loved me,|why didn't you take me with you?
I'm a fairly courageous man, Emma,|but I was afraid of you.
No.
Oh, I ask for too much, I know it.|I expected too much of you...
You asked for something|that consumes while it burns,
that destroys everything it touches.|I didn't want to be destroyed.
Rodolphe. Rodolphe, if I promised...
Oh, I was childish. I confess it.
We all have to grow up, you know.
Supposing I promised|never to expect too much of you again.
Oh, well, don't look so gloomy.
Really, I swear it,|I'd never ask too much of you.
Oh, Emma.
Well, you can at least look at me,|can't you?
I'm not that unattractive, am I?|I'm not that pale.
My eyes, they aren't that ugly, are they?|Oh, here.
Here.
I need money.
- Money.|-15,000 francs.
Why didn't I know it was money?
- Oh, I love you. I do love you, I swear it.|- Oh, get up, Emma. I can't stand it.
Only 15,000 francs.|I'll do anything you ask.
- I'll never ask too much of you, believe me.|- I believe you. I pity you.
- And I don't have it.|- You don't...
Why should I share your humiliation?|Go home. You're destroyed.
I said, I'm afraid of you.|I said, I don't have it.
You don't have it?
You don't have it?
I'd have given my life for you.|I'd have begged on the highroads.
I'd have stolen for you.|I'd have worked on my hands and knees.
I said I don't have it.
The bell? At this hour of the night?|Who can that be?
Well, well, just don't stand there.|Go see who it is.
No! No!
Don't, don't!
If you say one word,
if you make one sound, I shall say|that you gave it to me by mistake.
Say one word, Justin, make one sound...
Justin. Who was it? Justin.
You've seen this?
I said have you seen this?
Come to your senses.
I'm not going to ask you|where you've been.
I know where you've been.
I'm not going to ask you|where you were in Rouen.
I can guess where you were in Rouen.
Don't hate me, Charles.|Don't hate me now.
What's the matter with you?
Emma?
What is it?
Arsenic. Arsenic.
Don't let go.
Don't let go, Emma. There'll be|another doctor here by morning.
No. No.
I hurt, Charles. I hurt inside.
- You're crying.|- No, Emma.
Always trying to save me.
Why are you always trying to save me?
I love you, Emma.
You came in out of the rain,|and you were so wet,
and you'd come so far.
Please. Please, please, please...
Where are we, Charles?
- Is this our house?|- Yes, this is our house.
I'm going to make you|the most beautiful home,
like... Like pictures in magazines
when I was a child.
There's not something wrong|with things being beautiful, is there?
No, Emma, there...
What did I do?
Hold me, Charles. Hold me.
Through this holy unction
may the Lord pardon|all the sins that you have committed
through the sense of hearing. Amen.
Through this holy unction|and through his divine mercy,
may the Lord pardon|all the sins that you have committed
through the sense of sight. Amen.
Through this holy unction and through|his divine mercy,
may the Lord pardon|all the sins that you have committed
by the sense of taste and of speech. Amen.
Through this holy unction|and through his divine mercy,
may the Lord pardon|all the sins that you have committed
through the sense of touch.
Amen.
And so it was.
A woman had been born into this world|and had died young.
She had touched on numerous lives
some lightly,
some not so lightly.
Some despised her.
Some mourned her a little.
Some profited by her.
And then, of course,|there were those she had ruined,
who would never cease to love her.
Now there are those|who are offended by her
and who see in Emma Bovary's life|an attack upon public morality.
Gentlemen of the court,|I maintain that there is truth in her story,
and that a morality which has within it|no room for truth, is no morality at all.
Men may dislike truth.
Men may find truth offensive|and inconvenient.
Men may persecute the truth, subvert it,|try by law to suppress it,
but to maintain that men|have the final power over truth
is blasphemy and the last illusion.
Truth lives forever, men do not.
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