Monsieur Verdoux Page #12
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- 1947
- 124 min
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Here they are.
Well, you will take them in there,
make yourself at home.
- Merci.
- Merci.
I don't know whether this will
appeal. Eggs, toast and red wine.
- Wonderful!
- Be seated.
Thank you.
You're tired. So right after supper,
I shall take you to your hotel.
You're kind. I don't understand
why you're doing all this.
Why not? Is a little kindness
such a rare thing?
I was beginning to think it was.
- The toast! Pardon me.
- Can I help you?
No, no, stay where you are.
I can manage.
- Voil.
- You're funny.
- Am I? Why?
- I don't know.
However, you're hungry.
Please go ahead.
- What book is that?
- Schopenhauer.
- Do you like him?
- So, so.
Have you read his treatise
on suicide?
- Wouldn't interest me.
- Not if the end was simple?
Say you went to sleep,
and there was a sudden stoppage.
Wouldn't you prefer it
to this drab existence?
- I wonder.
- The approach of death terrifies.
I suppose if the unborn
knew of the approach of life,
they'd be just as terrified.
- Yet life is wonderful.
Everything, a spring morning,
a summer's night, music, art, love -
- Love?
- There is such a thing.
- How do you know?
- I was in love once.
- Physically attracted by someone?
- It was more than that.
Women are capable of something more.
You don't like women?
On the contrary,
I love but don't admire them.
Why?
Women are of the earth, realistic,
dominated by physical facts.
What nonsense.
she despises him.
In spite of his goodness, she will
give him up for someone inferior,
if that someone is more,
shall we say, attractive.
How little you know about women.
You'd be surprised.
That isn't love.
- What is love?
- Giving, sacrificing.
What a mother feels for her child.
- Did you love that way?
- Yes.
- Whom?
- My husband.
You're married?
I was. He died while I was in jail.
I see. Tell me about him.
That's a long story.
He was wounded in the war,
an invalid.
An invalid?
That's why I loved him.
He was like a child.
But he was more than a child to me.
He was a religion. My very breath.
I'd have killed for him.
No, love is something
very real and deep.
I know that.
- However.
- Pardon me.
I believe there's a little cork
in that wine.
Let me get you another glass.
A penny for your thoughts.
Oh, no.
- More wine?
- Thank you, no more.
Come, it's very late
and you're tired.
Here.
This will tide you over
for a day or so.
- Good luck.
- Thank you.
Oh, this is too much.
Silly, carrying on this way.
I was beginning to lose faith.
Then this happens and you want
to believe all over again.
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