The Doctor's Dilemma Page #6

I'm going to put you to the test.

Do you believe me when I say

that I have understood you?

And that I want to serve

you in all friendship?

That your hero must be saved?

Forgive me what I said.

You are going to save him.

Certainly.

Let me finish.

Do you believe me when I say

that Louis can only be saved...

through the care of Sir Ralph?

If you say so, I believe you.

Then I do not doubt anymore.

If you say so, I believe you.

Then I do not doubt anymore.

I am from 'The Globe'. May I...

Everything on his time, young man.

This is the wrong time

and the wrong place.

He has experienced TB for

three months in three days.

BB does not make it.

The young man does not make it.

He is dying today.

It happens quickly, I know it.

Hopefully before she finds out.

She thinks too much of him, a

fate that few people have.

Are you there?

This is a fascinating case.

I know that the phagocytes

are being stimulated...

but it seems like I am

encouraging other things.

What are you saying, Paddy?

Do you think of overstimulation

of the phagocytes, Colly?

Do they touch the lungs or each other?

I am writing a treatise here.

Fascinating.

Now you messed it up.

- How so?

- He is going to die.

The blood poisoning is neglected.

Now the narcosis is already deadly.

If you were not so greedy, I

took that remark very seriously.

If you let as many people die

as I do, you become modest.

Just look at him.

Sorry, but it's blood poisoning.

Of course, that's all.

But I will not use that

Ridgeon stuff anymore.

I reacted to something

that is between us.

Ridgeon kills the young man.

What should I do?

That man is a journalist.

The newspaper said that

Louis was seriously ill.

He wants to interview him.

How can people be so cruel?

Leave it to me.

Louis wants to see him.

He almost had to cry.

He can not go to his room anymore.

He says he...

wants to see his studio

for the last time.

According to Sir Patrick,

there is no harm.

What must we do?

Follow up his advice.

It can work out well, very well.

He will refurbish it.

Do you want to say

that he can come in?

But he can not tire

him with his talk.

Do not be angry.

Louis is going to die here. When I

take him to Brittany, he breaks up.

That is a perfect place for him.

I should have thought of that myself.

You are his best doctor.

That is a good place for the lungs.

Brittany is an inspiring place.

That's very kind of you.

Do not give me too much hope,

because then I'm going to cry.

He can not stand that.

We get it.

Brittany is the place to be.

This is his studio, I think.

Here come the models. Doubtless.

Are you family or the doctor?

Neither, I am Mr.

Cutler Walpole.

Mister Butler...

I write it down, otherwise

it will go wrong.

You get that when you practice

an illiterate profession.

With you, the knife is on the table, hi?

Yes, I can make you

a better person.

Mr. Dubedat is like that.

He wants to talk to you because

he does not know how sick he is.

You can hear him for a

while, because he wants to.

If you say something, you'll fly out.

He can die any moment.

Is it so bad? I'm lucky today.

Sit there and keep your mouth shut.

Here you belong. You'll be

painting again in no time.

Here I am happy, in my studio.

Happy.

Is the journalist there?

Here I am already.

I represent the press.

Would you like to say something about your

illness and your plans for the season?

My plans are very simple.

I'm dying.

Honey, I am very weak and tired.

It only gets worse when I have

to pretend I do not know.

I've listened to the doctors.

I had to laugh at myself.

They know it.

Do not Cry. That makes you

ugly, I can not stand.

Do not talk, my dearest.

You are wasting your power.

I just use that.

Give something that keeps me going

and not that antidote from you.

I have to say something before I die.

It does not hurt, I think.

In milk, he can not go coughing.

You have to promise me something.

Whatever you want.

If I hate something,

it's a widow.

Promise me that you will

never become a widow.

What do you mean?

I want you to look beautiful.

People must see in your eyes that

you have been married to me.

In Italy the people pointed

to Dante and said:

"There goes the man

who went to hell."

They have to point to you and say:

"There goes the woman who

has been in heaven."

It was really heaven, dearest.

Or not then?

- Once in a while.

- Always.

When you walk around in

black and cry, people say:

"What a sad woman. Her husband

has made her unhappy."

No, through you I have

had a blessed life.

I only lived when I met you.

Always wear nice dresses.

And beautiful magic jewelry.

Think of all the beautiful

paintings that I will not make.

You must carry that

beauty with you.

There must be a

tradition of beauty.

A great atmosphere of

wonder and romance.

People always have to think of

that when they think of me.

I long for that immortality.

Promise me that immortality.

Do not create a small hell of

crying, funerals and dry flowers.

That vulgar nonsense all.

I promise.

But that will take a long time.

If you go to Brittany, you'll get better

again. That's what Sir Ralph says.

Poor old BB.

Poor fellow, he loses his mind.

Can you still remember

the burning bush?

Yes, what does it hurt

to think about it?

Oh yeah? I am filled with joy.

Tell them about it.

It did not mean anything.

We were in Brittany. We made

the first fire of winter.

When we looked into the

garden through the window...

the flames danced in the bush.

What a color.

Garnet red, waving like silk.

Liquid delicious flame that went through

the leaves and did not burn them.

I am also becoming a flame.

I'm sorry to disappoint

the little worms...

but the last of me is the

flame in the burning bush.

If you see the flame...

do you see me.

You will remarry.

How can you say that?

People who have been happily

married always remarry.

I'm not jealous.

Just do not talk too much about

me to that other person.

I do not want that.

I will always be your lover.

Let that remain a secret to him.

Poor guy.

You've talked enough.

Try to rest a bit.

I feel very tired.

I will be able to

rest for a long time.

I have something to say to you.

You are all here?

Yes, all of us.

That sounded devils.

Pay attention. My ears hear things

that other people can not hear.

I once thought about it.

I am smarter than you think.

You work on his nerves.

Go out gently.

Then the actor no

longer has an audience.

I heard that.

That was good.

I know how you think about me.

I am not ashamed of anything.

I am threatened...

and extorted...

and insulted...

and starving.

Now that it's all over...

I feel an indescribable peace.

Michelangelo...

Rembrandt...

Velasquez.

The mystery of color.

Perpetual beauty.

I want my head...

rest on your bosom.

But maybe...

you get tired of it.

How can you say that?

That's nice. That is real.

Do not spare me, darling.

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