The White Countess Page #8
if you are with us.
Surely you've thought of This.
It would be soon known what you did here.
We should go back.
We have an evening's work ahead of us.
We should go back immediately.
What's wrong with you today?
We should not go
to The White Countess This evening.
No customers coming.
Listen, Liu,
I'll decide where I go and don't go.
Mr. Jackson...
for a long tnme,
I do what you want me to do.
I see what you want me to see.
But today...
I tell you, it's time to stop. No more.
We go back.
All right, well, if you feel so strongly...
I'll just get there by myself.
Mr. Jackson.
Mr. Jackson.
Mr. Jackson!
Mr. Jackson.
Mr. Fenistein.
-Katya.
-We're leaving.
We're gonng to Hong Kong.
Why didn't you go with the others?
Why are you still here?
It's all right. It's for the best.
-They've left you.
-But....
And Katya? What have they told her?
Countess Sofia, answer me.
Where does Katya think you are?
They told her I was coming...
coming right behind.
And that I would meet them at the dock.
And I told her, too.
Countess Sofia, you must get her back.
But it's for the best.
-What future is there for her otherwise?
-No.
You must get her back.
Then the two of you
-Tonight.
-Leave? Leave where?
For Macao.
You must get Katya back and leave with us.
But how?
Glass please, gentlemen.
Be careful.
Mr. Jackson.
Mr. Matsuda.
It would appear
you are understaffed This evening.
So it seems.
I guess there's something
going on out there.
Mr. Jackson...
my car is outside.
Please allow me to take you to a safe place.
That's kind of you, sir,
but I have my customers to attend to.
And that'll be your broader canvas.
You know, Mr. Matsuda,
it's almost like you've made a fool of me.
All This time, you were helping me
perfect This little miniature here...
you were busy, out there,
getting on with your broader canvas.
Mr. Jackson...
it meant much to me
that for a small moment in our lives...
we were able to be friends...
and create something of beauty
here together.
you believed I have deceived you.
All right, well, maybe I don't.
But I feel a fool all the same.
And soon your broader canvas will come
and crush my little world in here.
Just like nt's crushing
all those other little worlds right now.
But that is in the nature of things.
Now please, Mr. Jackson...
there isn't much time.
I urge you to leave with me inmediately.
No, thank you, Mr. Matsuda.
This is where our paths have to divide.
In that case, Mr. Jackson...
I'll bid you goodbye.
Mr. Jackson...
since we may never meet again...
perhaps you would allow me to put to you
something of a personal nature.
Feel free.
I realize I may be intruding...
but it has been my privilege to observe you
at close quarters for some time.
And I wonder if perhaps...
the time has come for you
to consider constructing another world.
Perhaps a world with your Countess.
The real White Countess, Countess Sofia.
This one here...
I fear its days are now numbered.
But it's too late now, Mr. Matsuda.
I let her go.
God knows
where she and Katya are by now.
Perhaps it is not too late.
I saw the Countess on my way here.
Like the rest of the crowd...
she was going
towards the sea guardian docks...
just a few minutes ago.
Now, sir...
if you'll excuse me.
I wish you every good fortune.
Excuse me.
Which way to the docks?
Which way to the docks?
Docks? This way.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I'm just trying to find my way.
Thank you.
Katya!
Katya!
Katya! Katya!
Don't worry, my darling.
She'll come very soon.
But why isn't she here?
You promised.
You promised she'd be waiting.
Excuse me.
Have you seen a Russian family?
A little girl.
Russian.
Mr. Jackson!
Mr. Jackson!
But we can't go yet.
She's coming, isn't she?
Where's Mama, Aunt Vera?
Mama!
-Mr. Jackson, Mr. Jackson, it's me.
-What?
-Feinstein. The Countess' neighbor.
-Oh, yes, yes.
-Mr. Jackson, they've taken Katya.
-Who has taken her?
The family.
They've left Countess Sofia behind.
She's down there looking for her.
No, want.
Katya.
Mama! Mama!
Mama!
-Katya, get down, chnld!
-Why is Mama so late? She has to hurry.
She'll be here soon.
And if she doesn't come,
we'll want for her on the boat.
There are some steps here.
Turn right. Excuse me.
Mama!
Mama!
-Step. Step.
-Mr. Feinstein! Diplomat!
Katya!
-Come on. Right now, sit down right away.
-Katya!
Katya, your mother's with me.
She's not coming.
-Go away, you dirty Jew! Get out of here.
-Katya, don't listen to that.
Katya, your mother is not coming with you.
-Katya, come with me.
-What do you want with us?
Go on! Leave!
Don't listen to them.
Go back to your sewers.
Boatman! Go, go, go!
Your mother's not coming.
Leave! Go on!
She's with me. She's looking.
Your mother is with me.
-Katya.
-Look, Katya.
Come on. Your mother's wanting.
It's time to take that boat ride.
-Give me your hand.
-Our boat ride.
Katya! Katya! Katya!
-Mama!
-Katya!
-Mama!
-Katya!
Mama!
Katya! Katya, my darling!
Mama, where have you been?
I'm so sorry, Mama was wrong.
We'll leave together somewhere else.
Katya!
Katya!
Katya!
Katya Belinskya!
Not my baby!
Katya!
Try to sleep. Close your eyes.
We'll be going soon.
Mr. Feinstein?
-Yeah. I'm here, Mr. Jackson.
-Here you go.
Thank you so much.
Look, what are you doing?
Why don't you stay still?
Well, actually, I was trying to find you.
Why do you have to wander off?
You'll have a stupid accident.
You're right. I'm sorry.
I'm acting irresponsibly.
Come.
Here. That's for you.
Thank you for comnng to help us earlier.
I wasn't expecting to see you there. It was...
a surprise.
Well, as a matter of fact,
I wasn't coming just to help.
I was hoping....
Well, I realize I'm.... Look, here I am...
a blind man...
out alone in the dangerous world.
I was wondering if you...
that is, you and Katya, I was thnnknng...
you mnght like to help me.
And if you'd do that,
I thought I'd do my best to help you.
I realize This is...
it's not the ideal time
to be discussing such a matter.
No, it's a good time. A good time.
As you say, we can help each other.
And we can start by you staying here...
and not doing something
to get us all in trouble.
Okay. Okay, Countess.
I'll stay right here.
Wake up! Hurry!
Hurry! Come on!
It's just me.
This is hardly the boat ride we talked about.
I'm sorry.
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