The Carpetbaggers Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1964
- 150 min
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I didn't think it was
my position to tell them.
Mrs. Cord is in her room.
Louise, bring in my robe.
Jonas!
Hi.
Where's Louise?
Downstairs.
Your father wouldn't
like this.
He'll never know.
He will if I tell him.
You won't.
You seem pretty
sure of yourself.
I am.
Jonas, stop that...
What do you think you're...?
Have you gone
out of your mind?
Don't you know
at any minute now,
that door?
No, he won't.
He won't?
Mrs. Cord, your dearly beloved
husband is dead.
He had a stroke.
He died about...
I better get dressed.
Uh-uh.
I'm not finished.
What is there to finish?
You and me.
Didn't we start out together?
Didn't I bring you home
to show my father my girl?
The only girl?
Oh, Jonas...
Didn't I hold your hand
like a schoolboy?
Never once touching you below
the neck or above the knee.
And in five minutes,
didn't a coarse,
middle-aged rum pot
take you away from me
and straight up to bed?
Oh, Jonas, please...
Now, how did that happen?
What'd he tell you about me?
Jonas, please...
What'd he say?
He said you were too young.
And I don't-don't remember.
Well...
I'm not too young now.
I'm the master,
the head of the house.
And I've stood in line
long enough for you.
You wouldn't dare.
I'll scream. The servant...
Will think
you're screaming with grief.
Oh, Jonas...
Oh, Jonas, Jonas, Jonas...
You want me, Rina?
Oh, yes.
Why now?
But you chose my father?
I chose money.
I didn't have any.
Oh, Jonas, what
difference does it make?
We can do anything
we want now.
I'm yours any
way you want me.
Oh, love me, Jonas.
Love me, love me, love me.
What for?
You know you want me
more than anything
in the world.
I just wanted to see
how far you'd go
before your late husband
was cold.
I'd go further than
you'd ever dare.
You'd grab at anything now.
Oh, Jonas, you lost me once.
Don't do it again.
The day I take you is when
you've got everything you want--
when you're happy--
when you have nothing to gain
and everything to lose.
You're afraid,
scared you can't make it.
Afraid you're not half the man
that your father was.
And you're not,
You're not a man!
You're just a scared
little boy,
Junior!
Junior!
Junior!
Good afternoon.
Why, Mr. McAllister,
we thought you were in Nevada.
I was, four hours ago.
Mr. Moroni in?
Oh, I'm sure he is, but I'm
supposed to say I'll see.
I'll see.
I thought the loan
was being made
to the Cord Chemical Company.
Well, Jonas...
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