David Golder Page #5

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but after my death,

you'll get nothing.

I've seen to it

that Joyce will get everything.

What?

I want Joyce to be rich.

You won't get another cent.

Nothing.

You're leaving

everything to Joyce.

Perhaps you think

she loves you?

She's after your money too,

you old fool!

She would never hurt me.

She's my daughter.

She's all I have left

in the world.

Your daughter?

Your daughter!

You sure of that?

You don't know that for sure,

you who know everything.

Your daughter...

isn't yours.

Your Joyce isn't your daughter.

She's Hoyos's daughter...

you fool!

David?

The car is ready, sir.

What's today's date?

The 25th.

The 25th.

I've been sick

for three weeks.

You're better now...

but you shouldn't be taking

such a long trip so soon.

My daughter

I mean, Miss Joyce

is she here?

I believe Miss Joyce

has been away for two weeks.

I'm so happy!

When we're married,

we'll travel like this

all the time.

We'll go to India.

What do you say?

We'll have

a marvelous palace with tigers

and thousands of birds

of every color.

We'll take Bobby along.

Right, Bobby?

Aren't you going

to say anything?

Cocktail, David?

This is madness!

It's like it's not

my own house anymore!

What's this new caprice?

Hoyos!

You're here?

You're up and about?

It's an endless parade

around here.

What's going on?

Are you selling the villa?

Some people just came to see it.

You're selling the villa?

You're throwing us out?

Answer me!

You're getting revenge, huh?

Cutting us off!

That's it, isn't it?

You're richer than me.

But I don't need all this

to live anymore.

In two weeks

the house will be sold,

and you can all go

wherever you want.

Thief!

You belong in prison.

Old Golder...

is retiring from business.

Surprised?

Old Golder's through

with slaving for others.

Jean will send

my things to Paris.

I'm leaving you!

If you think we'll starve...

if you think

I can't get by without you...

Our days of freedom

are over, little Bobby.

Time to go home.

I wish this week

could go on forever.

Our week of paradise.

Drive slowly, you hear?

I have plenty of time.

Rumor is that Golder stock

is dropping like a stone!

What's going on

with Golder stock?

I'm done for.

Golder's gone under!

They all thought

you were bluffing.

They fell for it.

The French-Cambodian Bank

speculated on your stock

and went bust.

You can boast that you've driven

quite a few into the ground.

I couldn't care less.

If the weather's

nice tomorrow,

come to the Rue des Rosiers.

There's a little

Jewish restaurant there

that makes

the best stuffed pike!

You know I don't eat fish.

You don't have to eat.

Just pay the bill.

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