The Wedding Night Page #7
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1935
- 83 min
- 100 Views
(SPEAKING POLISH)
This is no time for tears.
Polish women cry their tears alone.
You must be happy, Manya, happy.
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
I am the first to dance with the bride.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
I have lots of money for her.
- Fredrik, here, I have a drink you need.
- Old Jacek broke the plate.
Don't stop. Go right on.
I only came to dance with the bride.
So, you want to dance
with the bride, huh?
- Lf I may.
- Sure, you may.
As long as she's my bride.
Manya.
- You shouldn't have come here, Mr. Tony.
- Why not?
Why shouldn't he come to my wedding?
- Will you dance with me, Manya?
- FREDRIK:
Start the music.(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)
You shouldn't do this.
Stop the music.
(MUSIC STOPS)
Now I'll dance with my bride. Music.
(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)
Everybody, dance.
Mr. Barrett, you drink to the bride, huh?
(MEN LAUGHING)
What's the weather up there?
(SPEAKING POLISH)
(SPEAKING POLISH)
I don't need courage.
My blood, yeah.
Fredrik, your bride is waiting.
Come on, Fredrik. That's right.
One more quick drink.
All right.
- Na zdrowie, Fredrik.
- ALL:
Na zdrowie, Fredrik.Come, now.
Come on.
Come on, now.
(LAUGHING)
(SHUSHING)
JAN:
Manya won't like that.Leave me alone.
Don't you think I can walk?
I don't know how you walk,
but you fall pretty good!
Go away.
Where is she?
- I don't like all this.
- Neither will Manya.
(JAN LAUGHING)
(FREDRIK GIGGLING)
You'd think they were the ones
getting married, not us.
Manya.
I've never seen you look so beautiful.
Not even in your wedding gown.
I saw you once like this
from the loft in the barn.
But you didn't look like this.
Your hair, Manya. It's...
Kiss me.
I've had better kisses than that
from Helena.
What's the matter with you?
Are you my wife or not?
You're lucky to be a wife, anybody's wife,
with everybody in the village
talking about you.
I married you, didn't I?
I turned down a big farm
and cash besides, from Helena's father.
More cash than your father ever will have.
And they made my father
keep his promise.
We didn't have to.
I didn't have to give anything for you.
Well, say something.
Don't stand there like that.
- I'm sorry, Fredrik.
- Well, show it then.
That's a swell way to show it.
I bet you showed more life
to your writer friend.
- That's not true.
- No? I should've let you stay with him.
- Don't say that. I'm nothing to him.
- No, you bet you're nothing to him.
- He showed that tonight...
- Don't say that again, Fredrik.
Well, it's true, isn't it?
He wouldn't marry you.
He couldn't marry me. Even if we were...
So he handed you that talk, huh?
He would if he could.
He never said a word to me. Never a word.
So that's the way you knew
he couldn't marry you, with never a word!
- Stop it, Fredrik.
- You bet I'll stop it.
- I'll stop it, all right!
- Where are you going?
- He's done this! I'll settle with him!
- Fredrik!
This is the best time I ever had in my life.
Go, Jan.
Fredrik. Fredrik.
You wait.
(YELLING IN POLISH)
Father, he'll kill him. He's going there.
- Fredrik!
- PETER:
Manya.Fredrik!
(DOOR OPENING)
- Manya?
- MANYA:
Tony!What is it?
Tony, he's coming.
- Tony.
- What?
- He's coming, Tony.
- Manya.
You...
- Fredrik.
- Tony.
Fredrik, Fredrik!
(MANYA SCREAMING)
Manya.
TONY:
Manya.- Get some help, quick.
- Yes, Tony.
Manya.
Manya.
He's coming, Tony.
He'll kill you.
Manya, I'm all right.
Please, Manya, it's Tony.
Manya.
I love you.
(MOANING)
Manya.
I must love him.
Father.
Love him.
DORA:
The doctor's coming.Bring her upstairs, Tony, to my room.
I'll get it ready.
(PRIEST SPEAKING LATIN)
You won't upset anything now, Tony.
They've gone.
Gone?
And there'll be others soon, Tony.
- She's alone, Tony, if you...
- No.
She was always so alive, Dora.
When she came, mornings,
her eyes had lights in them
that seemed to look right through
to the very center of you.
Like a child's eyes.
Couldn't lie to them.
And when she laughed,
there was something rich in it.
Rich with things you couldn't find out.
You know, I used to watch her
as she came across that hill
with that funny coat
and that little jigger on her head.
She'd call,
and I'd wave to her from here.
She'd stand there laughing, and...
So, I couldn't...
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