The Men in Her Life Page #6

You want a divorce, because you are in love.

I want Rose, because I am lonely.

Perhaps, it's better for both of us that way,

especially for the child.

Yes, because Rose deserves a better

life, than you can give her.

Why do you say that?

I am a very good mother to her either.

I an sure, that you try to be one

between the performances.

Look, David. When the present tour is finished,

and it will be in four months,

I am going to take thousand francs.

You accused me once in trying

to make you a clause in our contract.

Now my daughter becomes the victim of yours.

- No.

Lina, let me give her the sort of life, that

you once wanted:
a healthy, normal life.

David, I can give her all the things that you can.

I make a great deal of money.

The question is not what you can give her,

but what you are prepared to give up for her.

I hope, you haven't promised

Roger Chevis to end your career.

Roger makes no demands of me.

And he loves Rose.

He does?

Yes. he does her very much.

How nice of him.

And what a wonderful prise paid for Rose Gibson

to be a step-daughter in an English castle,

raised by noble guardians.

- But you don't know Roger.

He will do anything for me.

- I am not thinking of Roger.

Forgive me, if I am frank.

I don't doubt that you are in love, but

I knew, you're not one woman, you are many.

And something will happen that

your castle will vanish - Oh, no!

Love, marriage, everything must

vanish for Varsavina.

Everything, but music and dancing.

Then you'll be back on the ballet

and the baby with you,

flying from place to place,

living in a truck.

Remember, how you grew up?

How you hated your life?

And for Rose it will be much worse,

because she will never be a Varsavina.

Only a pale, tortured little girl,

struggling in the shadow of your fame.

Lina, for you I had nothing,

but for her I have everything.

Be selfish with your own life,

but not with hers.

Are you big enough to make a sacrifice

for your own child for her sake?

I don't know, David.

I don't know!

Mommy!

- Oh, angel, come in.

Oh, I missed you so!

- Oh, darling. Mommy missed you too.

You've got to remember everything

that mommy told you what to do - Yes.

You've got to remember to say

"Thank you" and "Please" and...

"May I"

- And "May I"

Bu sure, you say morning and night

prayers, won't you.

Why can't you go with us?

- I can't right now, darling.

But I'll try to come to see you

very soon.

Why can't you come right now, mommy?

- I just can't, darling.

Now, Rose, let me see

your pretty smile on face.

A big smile!

Rose!

Bye, my angel

- Good bye.

You take her.

Good bye, darling

- Good bye.

Bye, mommy! Good by-y-e!

Good bye, darling.

I'm sorry I had to lie her a little bit.

I have the right to see her again.

I understand perfectly.

Bye, David

- Good bye, Lina.

To Covent Garden.

It's terribly late, Roger.

Can't we go any faster?

Lina, tonight of all nights, why don't

you postpone the performance?

No, I mustn't Roger!

Driver, we have to be there in ten minutes.

I'll do my best, sir,

but it's a long way off.

Is this as fast, as he can go?

Can't you go faster, driver?

Go as fast as you can.

Yes, sir.... Come on, here!

That's hard! - Just horses rout went.

- I'll stop.

Roger, be careful!

Roger!

Look out! Keep strong.

Just made it!

What's up, doctor?

You sure, she'll be all right?

Yes, in a matter of time.

Few years, perhaps.

Good heavens, that's a lifetime.

Be grateful, that she is alive.

Must be patient.

Then she suffered a great shock.

Wouldn't it be better, if we lied to her?

Told, that Lord Roger was still alive?

She would've guessed the truth anyway.

No, that would be even worse.

Everything will be all right, Lina.

It doesn't matter now.

The same thing, only worse.

The same room, same darkness, same dirt.

How can you do it to her, Victor?

How can you book her

in a place like this?

What can I do?

Where else can we go?

The theatre, the stage.

The floors are uneven and loose.

She might fall and break her leg.

I'd rather see her stop dancing.

She can't stop dancing.

There is noting left in life for her,

but go on and on.

She is no longer the greatest ballerina.

How can she be perfect,

when she lost everything?

What do you expect from her?

I expect nothing any more, than

you can expect me to perform miracles.

Where are all the packed houses,

we used to have,

and all the hundreds applauses

and all curtain calls?

It's very difficult, Marie.

Didn't you realise,

that I can't book her anywhere,

she danced in the last five years?

Every night, after the performance

she comes back to the hotel.

She sits in the chair with that doll in her hands

looking at her, saying nothing, never moving.

Lifeless.

But on a stage her arms and legs move?

They are lifeless too.

The heart's gone, Marie.

The spring is run down.

Any letters? - Yes, madame.

From New York? - Yes, madame.

Read it to me, please.

But madame, it's the same letter,

you always send the same.

Read it to me, please, Victor.

- Yes, madame.

My dear Lina. I regret that

I can see no more now,

than I did in answering

to your other letters

I cannot give Rose back to you.

We've gone over this so many times, that,

I think, we've exhausted all arguments

Please, believe me, that I do that

not to hurt you, but for Rose's sake.

Yours obediently, David.

Very well.

I want you to book me

a performance in New York.

But madame, we book...

- Did you hear me? New York!

How is she?

- She practices all day.

How does it look?

- I don't know, I was sewing.

I've got some news for her.

I called Mr Gibson today.

It took me 3 hours to get to see him.

We argue ad he said "no".

Then he said "yes"

What are you talking about?

Lina is going to see him at his home

tomorrow night, but she must come alone.

Nobody else, no lawyers, no friends.

Why didn't you say that before?

She was weeping all day long.

You were wise for not starting

as legal battle for Rose.

You would only succeeded

in frightening her.

Yes, I know, David

Is she here?

- No.

Where is she?

- She's staying with friends.

Oh, I see.

Is she well, David?

- Very well.

Does she remember me?

- No.

Well, after all this time how could you expect

her to remember you? - Of course, not.

She was only two years old,

when she left you.

David, but I must see her.

Please, when may I see?

I thought, we've been

through about that in letters.

I know, I know.

But I thought, perhaps,

when I see you and talk with you,

you would understand that...

Lina, I hate to review you,

but I am afraid...

What, David? Why?

I'm afraid, if you see her, you...

you'll give yourself away.

Would be that a natural, normal thing to do?

She really thinks that her mother is dead

and she is contented.

I want to keep her that way.

David, I wouldn't count.

I'd never let her know.

Just want to look at her,

that's all!

Please, Lina, don't think

harshly of me.

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