David Golder Page #3
- Year:
- 1931
- 86 min
- 19 Views
from Paris?
Here.
That's all?
Isn't that enough?
- No, I want a new car.
- And the one you have?
It's too small.
I'm bored with it.
I want a Bugatti!
It does 95 mph!
Can you imagine?
Well, you'll just have
to do without it.
Daddy, buy me one.
I'll be good.
I can't. Business is bad.
Next year.
You always say that.
Just find the money!
Enough! Go on now.
Allow me.
If you had the money...
would you buy me one?
- What?
- The car!
Of course.
But I don't have a cent!
- I'll help you make money.
- What?
- Come play baccarat.
- I'm exhausted.
You'll see.
Everyone says I'm good luck.
I'll stay by your side.
You're going to win.
I can just feel it!
Fishl told me a bit about it.
Your husband's business
Really? Is that
what people are saying?
Seems he's counting
on a deal with the Soviets
to get back on his feet.
I don't know.
Something to do with oil.
But you know me.
I know nothing
about business.
Banker bets 50,000.
No one calls "banco"?
Place your bets.
No more bets.
Open bank.
We have an open bank.
Place your bets.
No limit on bets.
Daddy...
I'm right over here.
Don't bother me now!
- I'm not thinking of myself...
- Right! You scoundrel!
...but the day he dies
- David? He's solid as a rock.
He'll bury us all.
More surprising things
have happened.
Tell me:
If he were to die...
have you given
any thought to your situation?
Nine.
Eight.
- Six.
- Winnings are split.
Place your bets.
Place your bets.
No more bets.
Place your bets.
50,000 first table.
100,000 second table.
Bank has eight.
Place your bets.
75,000 second table.
200,000 cheval.
Bank has nine.
I'll keep going.
Any takers?
1,300,000 francs.
No takers?
The game is over.
Old Golder wins a million!
You won!
I lost a million.
Then I won it back
with 100,000.
Oh Daddy!
My Bugatti!
Oh, I love you!
Well? Is he going to die?
Not immediately, dear lady.
What's wrong with him?
Angina.
Severe chest pains.
The window.
Why all the bells?
Who died?
Nobody, sir.
It's Sunday.
He could live
for a long time.
Five or ten years
with a careful diet
He'll have to stop working,
of course.
No excitement.
Complete rest.
Stop working?
Yes, he can.
But...
what will we live on?
Of course, you mustn't
tell him anything now.
has subsided.
I'll be back to check on him.
It's serious, isn't it?
It's my heart.
Of course not.
I don't want to die.
You're not going to die.
When can I get up?
Not right away.
You need rest.
Tbingen's expecting me
in Berlin.
Daddy,
aren't you're feeling well?
Don't worry.
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