David Golder Page #4

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You'll feel better soon.

What?

I'm not hurting him!

Thanks for the Bugatti.

Are you happy?

Yes!

I love you

more than you know

See you later.

Say good-bye to Daddy.

Ready?

Good-bye, Daddy.

What did I tell you yesterday?

Can you see us with this invalid

on our hands for ten years?

Living, dressing, eating

it all costs money.

As far as I'm concerned...

I love this area.

I'd really hate

to see this house get sold.

Are you crazy?

What are you saying?

Just what I said.

It could happen.

The house

isn't in your name, is it?

If I were you...

I'd try to make him

understand.

Don't wait.

Make sure you'll have

a roof over your head.

Monsieur is tired.

He's going to sleep.

All right.

What is it?

How are you feeling?

Better?

What did the doctor say?

Severe chest pains.

It will pass.

Actually...

the doctor...

mentioned something.

Tragedy can strike

at any moment.

You never know.

Are your affairs in order?

I'm your wife.

I have a right to know.

Everyone says

you're in trouble financially.

What would I have left...

if you should... die?

Creditors would hound me.

I'm penniless.

I'm not dead yet.

Of course you pretend

not to understand.

Enough! Be quiet!

You have angina, my dear.

You could die tomorrow.

Why are you looking

at me like that?

Don't give me that look!

You could live

another 20 years.

But we must face the facts.

To begin with...

you must put

this house in my name.

You should

have done it long ago.

I have nothing of my own.

Nothing?

You call this nothing?

This is worth a million francs.

All your diamonds

and jewelry!

You have the nerve to say

I haven't provided you

with a fortune?

Filthy brute!

You haven't changed.

You're the same little Jew

who sold rags and scrap metal

out of a sack on his back

in New York City!

Look at you!

You're choking on all the money

you've stolen from me!

Just look at yourself!

- Quiet! The servants can hear.

- To hell with them!

You dare complain?

Remember

the ghetto in Kishinev?

Your father's shop,

the little money lender.

Shut up!

You weren't "Gloria" then,

were you?

Havke! Havke!

You'd run in the snow

with holes in your shoes

and your feet sticking

out of your stockings!

Shut up or I'll kill you!

Havke!

And now you're Gloria...

with all your jewels and gowns

and cars that I've paid for

with my health and my life!

You stole it all from me!

You think I don't know

that you and Hoyos finagled

a 300,000-franc kickback

when I bought this house?

That's right:

You and Hoyos!

You're not getting...

another cent from me.

Don't talk.

It's painful just listening to you.

Yes, my affairs...

are in order.

As long as I'm alive, fine,

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