Whirlpool of Fate (1925) - full transcript
After her father's death and her uncle having drunk all the inheritance, Virginia is left alone. She is accepted by a family of bohemians but a quarrel between the bohemians and the peasants coerce her to flee the peasants' riot. She is then helped by Raynal who falls in love with her but is too shy to tell her. Sheltered by his father, Virginia is robbed by her uncle of the money Raynal gave her to pay the bill in the village. He and his son then start to consider her a thief.
WHIRLPOOL OF FATE
Most of us associate heroism
with bygone times
or distant lands.
We are blind to the quiet courage and the
abiding strength of those we see every day.
A canal, somewhere in France.
Gudule, a lonely girl.
Catherine Hessling.
Her uncle Jeff, a brute.
Pierre Philippe.
Marc Rosa?rt,
Gudule's father.
In a beautiful village,
by the canal...
... was the house
of a happy family.
Mr. Citro?n himself would have envied
Mr. Raynal's magnificent car.
Georges T?rof.
Mme. Raynal's life was ruled
by two principles:
to respect conventions strictly
and to avoid finding herself
in the path of her husband's car.
Mme Fockenberghe
Her son Georges had just
finished his studies.
Harold Lewingston
Gudule had a gift for making a good stew
out of the most dubious ingredients.
From his earliest youth, Georges's father
had a passion for botany.
The sky turned threatening.
- Bring in the sails!
Throughout the night,
they dredged the canal.
As soon as his brother was buried,
Uncle Jeff...
proceeded to squander the inheritance.
That morning...
... Jeff was trying to recover from
the previous night's excesses.
- Uncle, there's a For Sale
sign on the barge.
- Don't worry. She needed to be taught
a lesson, and she got one.
Gudule decided to flee.
From his improvised observation post,
"The Weasel," a poacher with a bright future
watched over the countryside.
Maurice Touz?
- What are you doing up there?
- Hunting!
- Where are you going?
"The Redhead" spent her life
peeling stolen potatoes and smoking a pipe.
Occasionally, she read cards.
Henriette Moret
- Mother, I've finally found a servant girl.
The Weasel began Gudule's education.
Mr. Raynal, owner of a nearby mill,
inspected the building every month
to evaluate needed repairs.
- A storm broke the window pane
last Thursday.
- The guardrail is solid...
Everything's fine... Perfect.
Justin Cr?poix, a rich farmer.
Pierre Champagne
- This isn't a dog, he's a bump on a log!
I'll train him!
- Do you live at the Redhead's?
- She's your mother?
- I love you...
a little... a lot...
- Be quiet, you idiot!
Thus Gudule completed
her education as a bohemian.
Gudule and the Weasel
didn't hesitate
to poach on Justin's property.
- Weasel, help!
Weasel!
- Just you wait, dirty brute!
We'll see who has the last laugh!
The town mechanic...
Justin was looking for an audience
to hear him brag about his stupid exploits.
- Come on, buddy,
I'll buy you a drink!
That day, the manager of "The Good Spot" inn
was suffering from a terrible toothache.
Andr? Derain
Meanwhile...
At nightfall... Justin
had the entire town for an audience.
The Weasel's revenge.
- Someone has set Cr?poix's hay on fire!
News of the fire
spread through town.
- Mr. Justin, your bales are on fire!
Thrilled to be of service to the firemen,
Mr. Raynal immediately offered them
the use of his car. Naturally,
his offer was rejected.
Full of wine and hatred, Justin assembled
his forces in the blink of an eye.
- The Gypsies are behind this!
Let's set fire to their caravan!
- Go fetch some water...
- I played a nasty trick on them.
We'd better get out of here...
- What about the girl?
- We can't wait for her.
Let's go!
- You see, this burns as well as my hay.
All night, she ran
like a hunted animal.
At dawn...
Gudule didn't notice she
was walking along a quarry.
The shock made her half-mad.
Georges discovered the poor girl
and rescued her...
Every day,
he brought her something to eat.
That evening...
... Georges worried about the young girl,
alone and without shelter in the rain.
He knew he couldn't fall asleep.
It was a torrential downpour.
The ceaseless rain and a light fever
gave nightmares to Gudule.
Delirium.
By the morning, a radiant sun had wiped out
all traces of the horrible night.
- Run, fetch the doctor!
Convalescence.
The shy young man suddenly
began to talk without stopping.
But emotion made him clumsy
and he couldn't express the feelings
bursting in his heart.
As for Gudule, thinking of her
wretched condition, she burst into tears.
The days passed...
Uncle Jeff returned from his wandering.
Gudule was on her way to market...
- So, you don't say hello to your uncle?
- It's not much.
- I need a lot more.
If I don't have it tomorrow, watch out!
Gudule had resigned herself to
sell her necklace, when...
- Give it back!
- Not before I get it fixed.
- When you go to town, can you give
the saddler the money I owe him?
- Gudule has errands to run,
she'll take it to him.
- Did you go by the saddler's?
Summoned suddenly to Algeria on business,
the Raynals packed in great haste.
But Georges wasn't on the trip.
- You were paid, weren't you?
- No!
- Did Gudule pay the saddler,
Mr. Georges?
- I have to tell him the truth.
- I'm coming with you.
- Why this sudden decision?
Won't you regret it?
- Leave me alone!
- You're the cause of all my misfortunes.
I had but one friend, and now
he thinks I'm a thief!
- Be careful, Georges!
- Mr. Raynal,
they're killing your son!
The next day...
Most of us associate heroism
with bygone times
or distant lands.
We are blind to the quiet courage and the
abiding strength of those we see every day.
A canal, somewhere in France.
Gudule, a lonely girl.
Catherine Hessling.
Her uncle Jeff, a brute.
Pierre Philippe.
Marc Rosa?rt,
Gudule's father.
In a beautiful village,
by the canal...
... was the house
of a happy family.
Mr. Citro?n himself would have envied
Mr. Raynal's magnificent car.
Georges T?rof.
Mme. Raynal's life was ruled
by two principles:
to respect conventions strictly
and to avoid finding herself
in the path of her husband's car.
Mme Fockenberghe
Her son Georges had just
finished his studies.
Harold Lewingston
Gudule had a gift for making a good stew
out of the most dubious ingredients.
From his earliest youth, Georges's father
had a passion for botany.
The sky turned threatening.
- Bring in the sails!
Throughout the night,
they dredged the canal.
As soon as his brother was buried,
Uncle Jeff...
proceeded to squander the inheritance.
That morning...
... Jeff was trying to recover from
the previous night's excesses.
- Uncle, there's a For Sale
sign on the barge.
- Don't worry. She needed to be taught
a lesson, and she got one.
Gudule decided to flee.
From his improvised observation post,
"The Weasel," a poacher with a bright future
watched over the countryside.
Maurice Touz?
- What are you doing up there?
- Hunting!
- Where are you going?
"The Redhead" spent her life
peeling stolen potatoes and smoking a pipe.
Occasionally, she read cards.
Henriette Moret
- Mother, I've finally found a servant girl.
The Weasel began Gudule's education.
Mr. Raynal, owner of a nearby mill,
inspected the building every month
to evaluate needed repairs.
- A storm broke the window pane
last Thursday.
- The guardrail is solid...
Everything's fine... Perfect.
Justin Cr?poix, a rich farmer.
Pierre Champagne
- This isn't a dog, he's a bump on a log!
I'll train him!
- Do you live at the Redhead's?
- She's your mother?
- I love you...
a little... a lot...
- Be quiet, you idiot!
Thus Gudule completed
her education as a bohemian.
Gudule and the Weasel
didn't hesitate
to poach on Justin's property.
- Weasel, help!
Weasel!
- Just you wait, dirty brute!
We'll see who has the last laugh!
The town mechanic...
Justin was looking for an audience
to hear him brag about his stupid exploits.
- Come on, buddy,
I'll buy you a drink!
That day, the manager of "The Good Spot" inn
was suffering from a terrible toothache.
Andr? Derain
Meanwhile...
At nightfall... Justin
had the entire town for an audience.
The Weasel's revenge.
- Someone has set Cr?poix's hay on fire!
News of the fire
spread through town.
- Mr. Justin, your bales are on fire!
Thrilled to be of service to the firemen,
Mr. Raynal immediately offered them
the use of his car. Naturally,
his offer was rejected.
Full of wine and hatred, Justin assembled
his forces in the blink of an eye.
- The Gypsies are behind this!
Let's set fire to their caravan!
- Go fetch some water...
- I played a nasty trick on them.
We'd better get out of here...
- What about the girl?
- We can't wait for her.
Let's go!
- You see, this burns as well as my hay.
All night, she ran
like a hunted animal.
At dawn...
Gudule didn't notice she
was walking along a quarry.
The shock made her half-mad.
Georges discovered the poor girl
and rescued her...
Every day,
he brought her something to eat.
That evening...
... Georges worried about the young girl,
alone and without shelter in the rain.
He knew he couldn't fall asleep.
It was a torrential downpour.
The ceaseless rain and a light fever
gave nightmares to Gudule.
Delirium.
By the morning, a radiant sun had wiped out
all traces of the horrible night.
- Run, fetch the doctor!
Convalescence.
The shy young man suddenly
began to talk without stopping.
But emotion made him clumsy
and he couldn't express the feelings
bursting in his heart.
As for Gudule, thinking of her
wretched condition, she burst into tears.
The days passed...
Uncle Jeff returned from his wandering.
Gudule was on her way to market...
- So, you don't say hello to your uncle?
- It's not much.
- I need a lot more.
If I don't have it tomorrow, watch out!
Gudule had resigned herself to
sell her necklace, when...
- Give it back!
- Not before I get it fixed.
- When you go to town, can you give
the saddler the money I owe him?
- Gudule has errands to run,
she'll take it to him.
- Did you go by the saddler's?
Summoned suddenly to Algeria on business,
the Raynals packed in great haste.
But Georges wasn't on the trip.
- You were paid, weren't you?
- No!
- Did Gudule pay the saddler,
Mr. Georges?
- I have to tell him the truth.
- I'm coming with you.
- Why this sudden decision?
Won't you regret it?
- Leave me alone!
- You're the cause of all my misfortunes.
I had but one friend, and now
he thinks I'm a thief!
- Be careful, Georges!
- Mr. Raynal,
they're killing your son!
The next day...