
Mad Love
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1935
- 68 min
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- No, I won't. Let's get out of here.
- There's nothing to be afraid of.
When I go out to a play,
I want to have some fun.
You bring me to a place like this
where they make you scream and faint.
But it's a fillip to jaded nerves.
It's a new shudder.
Well, if that's the kind of a man you are,
you can take me home.
Now, wait a minute, darling.
You've got it all wrong.
Flowers again.
- A gentleman of the old school, Marie.
- Old or new, they all try the same things.
"Tonight I'm sad. For no longer will
I be able to watch you every evening
"from my lonely, shadowed box."
And no signature.
A man can't take the same box
every night for 47 nights
without the whole theatre
knowing who he is.
Gogol. Nasty, foreign-sounding name.
That was very mean of you.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Making fun of a famous man
like Dr. Gogol.
Well, if he's so famous, what's he doing
hanging around here all the time?
Why, Marie, my public.
No, he really is a great surgeon.
and mutilated soldiers.
Soldiers? I wish he'd fix one up for me.
Your usual box, Professor?
- Will you do me a favor?
- Of course.
Call Dr. Wong at my clinic and tell him
I'll be there before midnight, will you?
Most happy, Doctor.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
I've been meeting you in dreams
all my life,
standing just like that.
You know me.
Raoul, your own little cabbage?
Take your hands off.
Why didn't you warn me, my dear?
My card, monsieur.
I'm perfectly willing
to give you satisfaction.
Don't be a fool.
And don't you be jealous, my friend.
She's not for either of us. She's only wax.
Good evening, Doctor.
What time is it?
Just on the hour.
What number is the station?
Madame, I only told you
four times tonight, 12.50.
After I was married a year,
I remembered things like radio stations
and forgot my husband.
Continuing our concert
from Fontainebleau,
we shall now hear one of the most
brilliant younger English pianists,
an artist with a great future.
How about mentioning that he's married
to an artist with a great future?
Louder, Marie, he didn't hear you.
- Curtain call, madame.
- Oh, yes, yes
... here, tonight, for the first time
on any concert stage,
an original composition of Monsieur Orlac.
Hurry, please, please, hurry.
His enviable reputation for purity of tone
and brilliance of technique.
Monsieur Orlac is now on the platform.
- Curtain call, Yvonne.
- Oh, yes, Charles.
You listen, Marie. You know the signal.
If he coughs twice, it means "I love you."
Sir, how dare you threaten your Duchess
with torture?
- The Duke.
- You see my warrant.
You only have one question to answer.
Who was the man who escaped
from your balcony in the palace?
No!
Don't! No!
How you must love him.
Nicolo, you're my husband.
You loved me once.
His name?
Yes, he was there. Yes, I do love him.
But do you think I'd betray him
to your vengeance? Never!
- How very unpleasant. Bring the irons.
- No!
Yes, yes, it was your brother!
- Did he cough?
- Certainly.
- How many times?
- Six, eight, ten times. I lost count.
Maybe he has a cold.
If he doesn't cough, he doesn't love you.
If he coughs too much, he has a cold.
What a system.
From now on,
we won't need any more systems.
Maybe we'll miss all this.
Curtain calls, grease paint, an audience.
Stephen will be my audience.
It's a waste, one person.
No, no, not waste, Marie. Happiness.
Marie, come on, we need help at the party.
You go, I can dress myself.
And don't get too near the punch bowl.
Monsieur Orlac's last number will be
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