Ladies in Love (1936) - full transcript

Subtitles: Lu?s Filipe Bernardes

How do you do?

Oh, no, thank you, I'll keep it.

- We're the new tenants. I'm Susie...
- Will you take the bags in, please?

Oh, it's wonderful, Yoli!

Oh, thank you so much.

That door's so heavy I didn't know
if I could open it by myself.

- What's the matter?
- He was only holding the door open.

I was only thanking him for it.

Don't you ever get out
of the front row of the chorus?

Front row? I can't even get on
the back row.



Shhh!

Is our apartment ready for us?
- Yes. Miss Haydn.

- I'm Miss Schmidt.
- Yes, Miss Schmidt.

You don't know me because
I didn't come with Miss Haydn...

May we have our keys?

I've already given the keys
to the other young lady.

- Oh, Martha's here already.
- Then we can go.

- What time did the baroness arrive?
- The baroness?

Baroness Kerenye.

- Oh, Miss Kerenye.
- Yes.

- I didn't know she was a baroness.
- She's very modest about it.

Miss uh... Baroness Kerenye came
in about an hour ago.

Come along, Suzie.

- How do you do?
- How do you do, Mrs. Drekon?



Hey, Yoli, who is that?
- A customer at the shop.

- She knows you're a model there?
- Yes, what of it?

- Oh, dear, but...
- Shhh.

- Oh!
- Put the bag there.

Oh, it's just beautiful!

I wonder where Martha is.

It seems her excellency is taking a bath.

Oh, isn't this wonderful?
Our very own home.

Thank you.

- Yoli.
- Yeah?

- Aren't you just a little bit frightened?
- Why?

Three girls like us moving into
a place like this?

- Oh, we'll manage.
- Yeah, I suppose so.

Oh, isn't that a lovely kitchen?

You know, maybe we should have taken
that furnished flat though, uh?

I could have paid for that myself
without you and your friend.

I'm sick of being driven home in
great big expensive cars...

to a moth-eaten tenement house.

Gee, that place I was in had nothing
but a toothbrush and a wash bin.

Believe me, it's no fun coming home
to a toothbrush.

When men drop you off here they'll realize
they've been out with someone.

- What good is that thing?
- That?

Oh, most girls in the theater
have little dogs.

But I like this better than a dog.

He doesn't bark, I don't have to feed him
or take him out for a run...

He's really very nice.

Uh-huh... you can have this wall
and your friend can have that...

What in the name of...

Who left this here?

- I, uh... I guess that's Marcus.
- Marcus?

Your baroness wouldn't be a street peddler
by any chance, would she?

Oh, just temporarily.
But she is a baroness.

Hmm, well I've heard of beer barons,
coal barons, meat barons,

but never a necktie baroness.

Oh, no, she's a real baroness. Her family
lost everything they had in the war...

and she has to sell neckties.

Well, I hope she doesn't drown
herself in there.

I'll go see.

- Martha!
- Come in.

For heaven's sake, close the door
or everything will get soaked.

- Suzie, is that you?
- Yes, are you all right?

She must be charboiled.

- Suzie.
- Yeah?

- It's beautiful hot water.
- Go in there and open the window for her.

Oh... I can't even see the window.
Oh, wait a minute...

That's not the window,
that's a medicine cabinet.

- Suzie, is that you?
- Yes, hello... Martha, this is Yoli Haydn.

- How do you do?
- How do you?

I'll be right out and one of you can
try it. Only be careful of the mixer...

it's very unexpected.

I hope you told the baroness
about our agreement.

Since I pay have the rent
and you two pay the other half...

- I'm first in the bathroom at all times.
- I told her.

Suzie, don't move, stay right
where you are.

Why, what's the matter?

Has anybody sat down yet?

It's an old superstition my
gypsy nurse told me.

When you move into a new home,

the first thing you must do is count
the corners of the room.

If you sit down first, that spoils it.

Afterwards you sit down and make a wish.

What do we sit on?

On the floor, on your...
Oh, anything, now go ahead.

All right, one, two, three, four.

No, wait a minute.
Five, six, seven, eight.

- Now sit down.
- All right.

I'm gonna wish for a hat shop.
Like the one I used to work in.

I'm tired of a lot of silly old men
trying to make love to me.

I want to be independent of men.

Come on, Yoli.

I'm going to wish for a rich husband.

One who'll buy me a five-story house,
lots of furs and jewels...

A little cash in the bank...
and one who's not too hard to look at.

- All right, it's your turn, Martha.
- All right.

One, two, three, four.

I'm going to wish for the impossible.

- What do you mean?
- A good home.

And while I'm about it I might
as well wish for a man.

Someone to love and look after.
And... children.

Well.

You know, even if we do get our beds in here,
this place is still going to be pretty empty.

But then, I don't know.

With a sofa over there and a table
over there with a radio on it...

- And a big oriental rug...
- Where is all this furniture, in storage?

It's in different stores, just waiting
for us to get the money.

I have something for you, Yoli.

Here's my share of the rent.

- That's right, I think.
- Is that all you've got?

Isn't it enough?
You told me...

No, honey, she means have you got
any left for food? Have you?

It's not 3 o'clock yet, is it?
Lots can happen before supper.

- Is that lettuce?
- Yes, it is.

- Martha, why did you get that for?
- For my rabbits.

Rabbits?

- Have you got rabbits?
- A dozen of them. One of my odd jobs.

Makes me so mad I lost one
the other day.

- One of your rabbits?
- No, one of my odd jobs.

Oh.

You see, I've been giving French
lessons for the last three weeks.

- Oh, that ought to pay very well.
- It did. Only I don't speak French.

What?

My conscience was clear.
I studied the lessons every day...

before I gave them to the children.

I didn't know it but it seems the children
have a French aunt.

Well, the day the aunt arrived she started
asking questions in French.

He didn't even pay me
for the last week.

And if I don't hurry up with this lettuce,
I'll lose another job today.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, honey.

I brought your lunch Imogene.

Did you think I was never coming?

And how are we feeling today,
Mrs. Shingle Finger?

And how are we feeling today,
Mrs. Shingle Finger?

Hand, please.. And how are we feeling
today, Mrs. Shingle Finger?

- Much better, eh?
- Oh, much worse, Dr. Imre.

Uh...

Uh... you're late.
- I'm sorry, but I've been awfully busy.

Do you think there's any hope
for Mrs. Shingle Finger?

I was practicing my bedside manners
just in case...

- Have you fed them?
- Oh, I'll finish right away.

If they're not fed on time,
I can't give injections on time.

I really couldn't help it.
You see, I moved today.

Imogene's reacting beautifully
with that antiserum.

Remind me to give her 7 mcc tomorrow
and we'll see what that does.

What do you mean you moved?

I'm renting an apartment
with two girls at 270, Korrall St.

- Korrall St? Across the river?
- Hm-hmm.

- You mean you're not in the attic anymore?
- No.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I tried to tell you last week.

- You didn't seem much interested.
- That was when I was starting a new experiment.

And all this week you've been away
every time I came to look after the rabbits.

- But what am I going to do?
- Oh, I'll come just the same...

until I get a regular job.

But there are other times
when I need you to help me for...

for intravenous injections and for...
well, you know...

I thought you were interested
in my experiments.

I am. Only this apartment has
the most beautiful bathroom...

- All tiled and nickled.
- Oh!

Not very considerate of you, just when
you're getting the knack of things.

- Besides, you need looking after yourself.
- Oh, I'm perfectly all right.

No, you're not. Look at you,
no color at all.

You need a diet with a little iron in it.

I am on a diet. Sort of one.

Um, Dr. Imre...

Do you suppose you could give me
the money you owe me...

- ...for taking care of the rabbits?
- Why, certainly.

- Oh... I guess...
- Never mind. Tomorrow will be all right.

I'll, uh... leave the money downstairs
with the druggist.

- Don't you want me to feed them tomorrow?
- No.

- Money doesn't matter.
- That's not the question.

I've reached a point where there
must be absolute accuracy.

I'll have to do it myself.

You think these are pets
to play games with?

Don't you realize what I'm trying
to do with these rabbits?

- I can prove my theory of molecu...
- Molecular character of antibodies.

Yes. I can't let anything interfere
with it. Not anything, you understand?

Yes.

Korrall St., hm? Quite a jump
from this district, isn't it?

I know I really can't afford it,
but with the three of us I thought...

It's none of my business.
You've your own life to live.

Yes.

Well, isn't there anything else I can do?

Uh-uh, no.
No, thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Yoli, there's our very own doorbell.

You go to our very own lobby
and open our very own door,

Yoli, how do you work this gadget?

Who is it?

John Barta.

Yoli, it's him.

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't seem
to be able to open the door.

You can't open the door
till you close it.

What?

You see, you have to close the door
first before you can open it.

Oh...

- Hello, John,
- Hello, Yoli.

- Karl, this is Suzie.
- How do you do?

My name's, Schmidt, Suzie Schmidt.

My name's Lanyi, Karl Lanyi.

How do you do?

Suzie, how many times have I told you it
isn't necessary for a girl to give her name?

Well, I think a young actress
ought to give her name.

After all the theater doesn't, the radio
doesn't, the newspapers don't...

someone's got to mention it.
Goodbye, gentlemen. My name's Schmidt.

Well!

She's one of the girls that splits
the flat with me.

- I hope you don't mind our coming up.
- Of course not.

Only I can't ask you in because
there's furniture all over the place.

What are you doing up here now anyway?
We're not supposed...

- ...to be at Ben Horvath's till five.
- Yes, I know, but uh...

- I wanted to talk with you.
- I'll wait outside.

Oh, by the way, I'm going
to Ben's party, too.

Do you suppose you can get
"My Name's Schmidt" to come along?

- I'll ask her.
- Au revoir, then.

- Au revoir.
- Au revoir.

Oh, darling, I've missed you so.

Wait till you see the new dress
I'm going to wear.

Oh, I want to, but...
Yoli, I have a much better idea.

- What?
- Let's forget about Horv?th's party...

and drive out to the country
for dinner, just the two of us.

But I like Ben's parties,
they're always a lot of fun.

Yes, I know, but I want
to be alone with you.

What about my new dress,
that's why she gave it to me.

- What?
- Mme. Bana gave me one of the new models...

to wear when she knew
I was going to Ben's party.

Oh... I see.

What's the matter, darling? We'll have
all the rest of the evening together.

Surely. Goodbye.

Yoli, why didn't you tell me
about him before?

- Who... oh, you mean Count Lanyi.
- Is he a count?

Hm-hmm. One of the few titles left
in Budapest with any money.

I wouldn't care what he was.
He's nice.

He made me feel like a lady
even in my kimono.

He liked me.
And incidentally...

Miss "My Name's Schmidt" will be delighted
to join his excellency...

for cocktails at Mr. Ben Horv?th's.

- What dress shall I wear?
- Your other one,

and your best manners, which does not
include listening in keyholes.

You'll be proud of me.

- Will there be lots of society?
- The men will be society, but the women...

The women will be the women
that society men like to be with...

when they're not with society women.

- Is there somewhere a countess?
- Hm-hmm.

Oh, you mean is he married.

No, the count is engaged
to Helena Grabitz.

Oh, he would be.

I guess it won't hurt to accept
his invitation this once, Yoli.

- Hello, there.
- Yoli! John! Welcome.

- How do you do, Miss...
- My name is...

- Suzie Schmidt.
- I'm so glad Karl could bring you, Miss Schmidt.

- Thank you, so am I.
- I want to warn you...

of the first demand that I make
of my more attractive guests.

- What?
- It's known as a visit to the Jade Room.

There's no getting out of it.

In this occasion I make a concession.
You needn't come along.

We'll take Yoli with us.

You know your way around.
See you later.

Oh, I've got some new pieces
since you were here last year.

- How nice.
- There really is a jade collection.

Though, I admit, I don't take people
there just to look at it.

No, I don't.

I have a piece here...

It was taken from the tomb of one
of the most famous of Chinese emperors.

The Ming dynasty.

Very handy for dissecting a favorite...

who was no longer a favorite.

- Excellent carving.
- Yes.

And here's a piece of early Manchu.

Come along, Ben, your five
minutes are done.

Who said anything about five minutes?

It really has an extraordinary history.

You see this little figure here...

Suzie!

Oh, please go ahead, I'm very
interested, really.

Yes, I can see you are.
Run along and dance.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, yes, the jade is beautiful.

- Has Karl known her long?
- No, he met her this afternoon.

I can't remember where I've
seen her before.

Probably in the chorus in the
Szinhaz Theater.

No, it was the look in her eyes
that was familiar.

All women in love have the same look.

I almost feel as though I was looking
at the ghost of someone else.

Yoli, I haven't seen you since
the last party here.

- That fatal party.
- Fatal?

When you met John.

I admire your taste, but what happens
when he goes away?

I'll still have my job.

I was talking to you a few minutes
before you were introduced to him.

Do you remember?
You were in this room.

I remember.

What you said then I... hoped pleasant
things were in store for us.

Perhaps I did too, Ben.

I said it was a fatal party
for you and John.

And for me.

Ah, John, we were just talking
about you.

Wondering when you plan
to go back to South America.

Well, you are the first to wish
me bon voyage.

Oh, no, no. I might have hoped that you'd
never have come back to Budapest.

I'm the last person in the world
who'd want you to go now.

I'm much too interested in Yoli's
happiness.

Thank you.

How a woman always likes to hear
a man say that...

even if it isn't true.

Aren't you rather in a hurry
to choose my successor?

Ben and I are old friends. No quotation
marks around that either.

I suppose it's none of my business.

- Let's get out of here.
- What?

I've had enough of it.

Yoli, I don't know what it is, but at a
party like this you seem like a stranger.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Follow you around goggle-eyed
like a lovesick bride?

Why were you so anxious
to come here tonight?

Were you looking for another adventure?

What were you looking for
the night we met here?

Someone like me, wasn't it?

Someone with whom you could
enjoy your vacation.

Someone you said would understand
that you'd have to go away...

and wouldn't cry on your shoulder
when you did.

That's what you've got.

- Why are you complaining now?
- I'm not complaining!

- Don't shout.
- I'm not shouting,

I am merely trying to tell you that I am
sick of your everlasting flippancy.

Would you like to go out
to dinner with me?

Or would you like to stay and admire
Mr. Horv?th's jade?

I must prefer jade to you
in your present bad temper.

Very well.

Oh, Ben.

- I want to say goodbye.
- Why, you have just arrived.

Well, I only planned to drop in
for a minute.

- Where's Yoli?
- She's still looking at your jade.

Oh... nice to have seen you.

Well, goodbye.

Oh, Yoli, I was coming for you.

- Goodbye, Ben.
- What?

I must go, I only planned
to drop in for a moment.

- I see. Well, goodbye, Yoli.
- Goodbye, Ben. And thank you.

Oh, I hope they play a cs?rd?s.
- Would you like that better?

In the village where I was born that was
the only dance we knew.

I didn't think you were brought up
in Budapest.

- Why?
- Well, you seem more like a...

- More like a peasant girl.
- Hm-hmm.

That's what I am.

I don't know why I told you
that, except...

I don't want to pretend with you.

- May I take your things, sir?
- Thank you, I was just...

Take it.

- Hello, Ben. Are we late?
- The traffic was simply dreadful.

Oh, hello, Yoli, hello, John.
So glad you could come.

I've got a new piece of jade
I want to show you.

Uh-uh, that's where the joke ends.

We're really going to miss you, Suzie.

Get out, go on, get out.

- Hurry up, Suzie, or you'll be fined.
- I'll be right there.

Suzie.

Martha, what are you doing here?

Dr. Imre couldn't pay me
for feeding the rabbits.

Oh, I'm in an awful rush.

I thought maybe you could introduce me
to someone I could sell my ties to.

All I know are chorus boys.

What about the audience, what about
Sandor, the magician?

I don't know him. I've hardly ever
spoken to him.

I told him, Martha, I told him!
- Told who what?

Karl. I told him that I loved him.

I had to because I thought
I'd never see him again.

Only now I won't anyway.

I'm glad I told him.

Yoli will think I'm a fool, but you
understand, don't you, Martha?

- No.
- Here, powder my back, will you?

All he had to do was to look at me
to know that I loved him...

so why shouldn't I tell him?

- Don't get it in my hair, will you?
- Oh, no.

- People notice that.
- Hold still.

All right, all right, I'll hold still.

He didn't have time to say anything.

I just... I just told him and ran.

There. Now, if I could only smile.
Oh, my gloves.

Would it be too much trouble
if you introduced me to Mr. Sandor?

- Honey, I should go
- Suzie!

I've told you for the last time.
Can't you ever be on time?

- I'm sorry.
- Suzie.

Isn't that Sandor?

- Yes, why?
- Couldn't you introduce me to him?

I'm sure I could...

All right.

Mr. Sandor, I want you to meet
a friend of mine, Martha Kerenye.

I'm sorry, but I don't have time
for autographs now.

- I don't want your autograph.
- What?

How dare you not want
my autograph.

But you'll have to wait till
after the show, now go.

Could you find a place for my friend
to wait where she can watch the show?

She's a personal friend of Mr. Sandor's.

I will try to find a seat in one
of the balconies.

- Hey.
- Shhh!

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

I shall attempt an illusion
that I discovered...

whilst travelling through the
wilds of India.

But I must have absolute silence.

Because the slightest noise might
result in injury...

or perhaps even death
to the young lady.

- Are you ready?
- Ready.

Thank you, thank you.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,

lest you think my illusions are a mere
mechanical trick,

I shall prove to you that even
from a distance of a few feet...

the hand is still quicker than the eye.

Now, who will come up here
and see for themselves...

if they can?

The young man in the green suit
with the pretty girl by his side.

No, perhaps you are doing all right
where you are.

Ah, the young lady that wanted
my autograph.

Come now.

You look lonely there.
Oh, come along.

Well, what's this?
Oh, you brought your own equipment.

You're going to give me a little
demonstration in magic?

I was afraid if I left it here
someone might steal it.

She was afraid if she left it here
someone might steal it.

Thank you.

Now don't worry.
You'll be perfectly safe here.

Oh, how careless of me.

It must be around somewhere.
Let's look for it.

Not there.

- That's it, isn't it?
- Yes.

- Now, what have you in this suitcase?
- Neckties.

Neckties? Well, what do you
do with them?

- Try and sell them.
- Really?

I need neckties.

Now, supposing instead of me
showing you my magic...

you show me your neckties?

- Here?
- Why not?

Well, I don't suppose you need more
public than the sidewalk.

That is quite an engenious contraption.

Now, here is a very lovely crepe tie.

A crepe tie. Does it shrink?

Absolutely not. It's made by
one of the best companies.

It doesn't shrink.
We'll find out.

It shrank all right.

- Oh, but that was two kronen.
- Two kronen?

Well, let me see something a little
more expensive.

Here are two of my better ties.

- Guaranteed wrinkle proof.
- Wrinkle proof.

We'll find out about that.

Now, I have here an ordinary
silk scarf...

which I playfully call my wrinkle tester.

We fold it like that...

again, like that...

Put the ties in there.

- They're still there?
- Yes.

Crumple them.
Again.

Ready?

- Well, that makes six kronen more.
- Six kronen for what?

- For my ties.
- Oh, yes, your ties.

Well, do you mind if I have a drink?

- Not at all.
- Will you have one?

So I'll take one alone.

Would you mind tasting that
for me?

Just a sip.

Does that taste like a necktie to you?

I don't know what a necktie tastes like.

Well, it has a very odd flavor.
We'll find out.

- These are your neckties?
- Yes.

- They're all there?
- Yes.

- Thank you very much.
- Oh, but aren't you going to buy them?

Why, of course.
How much?

- These will be eight kronen.
- Eight kronen.

- May I have your purse?
- Yes.

Eight kronen. Two, four, six, eight,
and two for luck.

Oh, thank you very much,
Mr. Sandor.

Now, what shall I do with the ties?

Just leave them with the stage
doorkeeper on your way out.

Thank you.

- Martha, you were perfect!
- But he bought some.

I wish you could see your face
when that suitcase gets open.

I don't care...
Look, he gave me ten kr...

Magic!

- I'll show him some magic!
- Aw, that's cheap trick!

Don't worry, honey.

You wait upstairs in the dressing room
and I'll meet you as soon as I've finished.

- All right.
- Go ahead.

Pinkett, Pinkett!
Pinkett, where are you?

Oh, stop yelling for Pinkett.
You fired him two hours ago.

- Well, how do I get out of this?
- Don't ask me, you're the magician.

Think you're funny, don't you?

Pinkett!

- Here, let me help.
- What?

Try and stand still.

Oh, it's you.

I can do perfectly well. I have a supper
party and no one needs to dress me.

Blast! Blast!
Everlastingly blast!

My white tie's in the laundry
and that one's all covered with makeup.

Willy! Willy!
Have you got a white tie?

Not for you.

- Oh... why didn't you say so at first?
- This tie will cost you ten kronen.

- What?
- Or you might send out for one...

if you think any of the shops
are open now.

Why don't you let me have it and Pinkett
will pay you when he comes back?

You don't suppose Pinkett will come back
after you discharged him.

Will you please give me that tie?

- A manservant is what you need.
- Give me that tie.

Here. You'll probably magic it away
from me anyway.

Oh...

What makes you think a magician
can't tie his own tie?

If you'll just stand still,
I can do it perfectly.

What you need is a woman around.

Someone who understands taking
care of men.

Someone who can keep a man's
place neat and clean.

I'll have you understand that Pinkett worked
for Prince Basil before he came to me.

For five years.

That's probably why he was so
lazy to many other services.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll let you have that tie for only
4 kronen if you'll give me a job.

- Pinkett's job?
- Yes.

You?

Put Pinkett wakes me up in the morning.

He cooks my meals. He acts as
my dresser in the theater.

- Why, he even puts me to bed when...
- I can do it.

How long is it since you've
had a decent chicken paprika?

Handkerchief.

What do you know about chicken paprika?

My father taught me how to make it
the only proper way and...

cr?pes Suzette. I don't imagine Pinkett
could make much of those.

Cr?pes Suzette.

Cigarette.

What is this all about anyway?

Why do you want the job?

What sort of girl are you?

Oh, I know. You're stagestruck,
aren't you?

Oh, no... naturally I'm fascinated seeing
you do your tricks but...

You see, I really need a job.
I'm so used to looking after children...

Children?

Oh, I mean, it could be wonderful
if I could work for Sandor the Great.

- For you.
- Hm...

You are stagestruck.

But I'll overlook that.

Joseph Street, number 4,
at 9 o'clock in the morning.

What about the 10 kronen?

You said four if you got the job.

All right, I'll make it ten.
Let me have your purse.

Two, four, six, eight, ten...
and two for luck.

- Thank you.
- We'll discuss terms later.

- Meanwhile clean up around here.
- Oh, Mr. Sandor...

About that tie, you don't owe me for that.
It's yours. I found it in the drawer.

That makes 10 kronen that you
owe me then.

And remember, you're only here on trial.

Good night.

Good night.

- Some mail, Miss Schmidt.
- Oh, thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night, Louis.

Suzie!
I've been waiting for you, I...

I'll drive you home.

- Cigarette?
- Uh-uh.

- You know, the trouble with us is...
- The trouble with you is...

you always know what the trouble
with somebody is.

We talk too much.
At least you do.

Always analyzing.

- Say that again.
- Always analyzing. What's wrong with that?

- What do I analyze?
- Oh, I don't know, just analyze.

Do I really love you,
do you really love me...

So we do, so we don't.

What difference does it make as long
as we have such lovely times together?

- Let's just let it go at that.
- What?

Being happy.

Hm... I suppose that's a very
good place to let it go at.

If that's how you want me to feel.

- Well, I...
- I'll never talk about love again.

I promise you, from now on
I'll be known as sensible John.

Wait a minute.

Hello, cousin John.

I'm Marie, don't you remember?

Marie?

I've run away from Soissons.

Oh... but you've grown.

I only had money enough to take
the train to Vienna...

And I came on a little bus from there.

Uh, this is Miss Marie Armand.

A kind of cousin.

I'm not a cousin.
We're not related at all.

Except by marriage.

What are you doing here?

I found out you'd come back
to Budapest.

What?

When Mother and I visited you five
years ago you were so kind to me.

And ever since I...

- Who is this?
- Uh, this is Miss Yoli Haydn.

- Oh.
- How do you do?

Are you engaged?

- Uh, well, we are...
- Don't worry, I understand.

- Your hand shake is different in Budapest.
- What made you leave your mother?

She sold my orchard.

I planted it myself and gave
the money to Mr. Dubois...

and now they are going to get married.

Just a moment, who is Mr. Dubois?

He said he used to be an opera tenor...

but now he only sings when
he gets drunk...

on Mother's apricot brandy.

What am I going to do with you?

I know all about raising pigs
and I can run a tractor.

Now that's fine, that's just the thing
for Budapest, that's...

I suppose I could send her to boarding
school or something...

You think I came to Budapest
to go to school?

That's where you're going to go
just the same.

In the meantime, perhaps your cousin
would like something to eat.

Tell your friend that I'm
not your cousin.

- I understand...
- Uh...

If you're hungry, I can wake
up Fritz and...

- Oh, don't do that!
- The coffee house at the corner's still open.

Let's take her there.

That's all right, but afterwards?

Oh, I suppose I could send her
to a hotel or...

I want to stay here.
I won't be in the way.

And besides, they won't let me in
without any luggage.

That's right. Well, I'm going
to a hotel then.

Come along, let's get something to eat.

That fraidy cat Pierre. I'm glad I broke
off my engagement to him.

Engagement? To be married?

It was not a real engagement.
He had a motorcycle...

and he was supposed to drive
me here.

Only he got afraid.

You mean we might have
Mr. Pierre with us now?

If he hasn't lost his nerve.

He's one of those worriers.

What will happen if your cousin
John is not there?

Suppose I can't get a job?

What will we live on?

It made me sick.

- I feel a certain sympathy for Pierre.
- You needn't.

- He just hasn't got any initiation,
I mean uh...

She means initiative.

- You know what I said?
- What?

I said, suppose cousin John had
asked a lot of questions.

- Then, he mustn't have gone to South America.
- Right.

I told him the only man I'd marry
is somebody like you.

Who is not afraid to do things.

I can't stand people who don't
know what they want.

Wouldn't you like to have more schnitzel?

I certainly would.

Schnitzel for mademoiselle.

Mr. Sandor.

- Mr. Sandor.
- Oh, go away.

Cold orange juice.

Hear the ice tinkle?

Oh, it's you.

Your bath's ready.

Very well, if you must know,
I was drunk last night.

Reeling, wiggly drunk.

But I see no reason to regret it.

After all, I'm an artist...

and it is my privilege to dissipate
my talent as I see fit.

- Oh, yes...
- Is it not?

But your bath will get cold.

After being here three weeks
you should realize...

that my bath is accustomed
to waiting for me.

- Eggs, eggs! Take them away.
- You have to eat them.

- Eat them or what?
- I'll make them disappear up your sleeve.

Did I ever tell you that you
annoy me intensely?

- 29.36...
- Will you pay attention to me?

That makes 57 kronen you owe the liquor
store for just six weeks.

- How did you get in here anyway?
- The way I do every morning, with my key.

If you don't give me some money for the gas
they're going to turn it off tomorrow.

- Three kronen.
- What I mean is...

how did you get in here
in the first place.

And 15 kronen for the electric light.

You know, my life was very
simple until you came.

And now, ceaselessly I hear
unpleasantnesses, I owe this, I owe that.

You'll be telling me I owe you
something in the end.

You do, 4 kronen for last week.

At first I thought you were
infatuated with me.

There's more to it than that.

But that for itself should
explain everything.

There some subtle plot afoot
to undermine me.

Well, it's very simple, I needed a job
and heaven knows...

you needed someone to look
after you.

Uh, would you mind going back into
the bedroom? I'd like to clean up in here.

Isn't this my own home anymore?

Do you think you can shove me from room
to room like a piece of furniture?

I asked you a question.

Why don't you get dressed and go out
and get some fresh air?

All right, all right.

I admit that I drank too much last night
but nothing that I say matters.

You know, a woman once told me...

that these were hands that Chrysler
would have envied.

You know, it's very easy for you
to criticize my drinking...

but you never bother to ask me
why I drink.

Why?

It would be a pity if the doctors
were right.

- What?
- I hadn't meant to tell anyone but, well...

my family is cursed with
a strange affliction.

With the Habsburgs it's hemophilia,

with us it affects the nerves.

The vaso-motor nerves.

Now get on with your sweeping.

- But Mr. Sandor, what...
- It's nothing important.

Except that perhaps...

tonight...

tomorrow...

or perhaps even a year from now...

these hands might suddenly lose
their cunning.

- Oh, what are you talking about?
- It's nothing... nothing.

I had hoped the curse would not
fall on me.

There's no use speaking.

Oh, Mr. Sandor, don't you believe
those doctors.

Nothing can happen to your hands.

It would be too bad if you lost
your job because my hands failed.

I'm not thinking of my job here.
Let me have them.

Who was the doctor you went to,
was he a really good one?

What was his name?

He's a specialist in this
sort of thing, he...

He calls it hereditary...

polidigitalitis.

- Poli...
- digitalitis.

Digitalitis. Now this is better
than any doctor.

Get that muscle under the little finger.
Haven't I always told you...

- ...how important that is?
- Oh, yes.

That woman who told you Chrysler
would have envied your hands...

did she massage them too?

- Yes.
- As well as this?

She had finesse. That's what counts.

Oh...

- Uh... what did you say it was?
- What?

- Poli...
- Oh, polidigitalitis.

What have you got on your hair?

- It smells like...
- It's egg shampoo.

Oh...

- Ah, good afternoon, your excellency.
- Hello, Joseph.

Count Lanyi just telephoned.
He'll be a few minutes late.

Oh...
Well, thank you.

Joseph, you shouldn't call me
your excellency.

As you wish, your excellency.

I hope you don't say that
to all young ladies.

How else would I address a lady who enjoys
the admiration of Count Lanyi?

I know you're flattering me,
but I like it.

It makes me feel as if I were...

Well, never mind, just don't stop, huh?

Is there anything I can get
for your excellency?

No, thank you.
Oh, yes, Joseph...

Will you make some of those little
anchovy thingamabobs?

You know, the ones Count Lanyi
likes so much.

Certainly.

mashquash...

lraK

lraK?

Oh, uh... Joseph...

When Count Lanyi comes will you...

tell him that I couldn't wait?

No other message?

No.

- What is it now?
- She's here.

- Who's here?
- Miss Kerenye. Who'd you think I meant?

She's up with the rabbits.

All right, supposing she is here.

Does that mean you have to stand
there grinning like an idiot?

Get out!

Thanks.

How do you like that?

Why, Martha, what are you doing here?

I happened to be passing by and thought
I'd like to see the rabbits.

Oh...

Don Juan's feeling perky.

Perky? One would think he's a pet
to be played with.

- He's so cute.
- Fine laboratory assistant you'd make.

I always fed them on time
and gave them their medicine.

You're improving, there's no
doubt of that.

Hm, I think I'd better weigh him.
Check his heartbeat.

I don't know why they stay
so quiet for you.

- They've uh... missed you.
- I've missed them.

It isn't only the rabbits.

Things have seemed different to me
since you went away.

- Really, Rudi?
- Yes.

Uh, may I have the stethoscope please?

I uh... I was wondering uh...

maybe you could begin taking
care of them again.

I got a couple of patients
last week and I...

I think I could make 4 kronen a week
this time, if you'd like.

Why, I'd love to but you see,
I've got a job now, I...

I mean, I couldn't come regularly.

Well... couldn't you come
and visit us anyway?

I wasn't sure you wanted me to.

Naturally, I...
What is this job?

I'm working for Paul Sandor.

Paul Sandor? You don't mean the...
the magician?

The one that calls himself Sandor
the Great.

It isn't what he calls himself,
it's what everybody else calls him.

What in the name of heaven kind
of work are you doing for him?

I cook for him, look after
his apartment...

and when he's at the theater
I'm sort of a dresser.

- A dresser? You mean...
- Oh, lots of actors have women dressers.

All you do is look after their clothes
and help them into them.

I mean, with their coats and...

I guess you don't know much
about life in the theater.

No, I certainly don't.

What were you thinking of
taking a job like that?

You told me I had to live my own life.

I didn't mean you should go out
and be a ballot for a...

a cheap card shopper.

He's not a card shopper.

What he does takes just as much
science as raising rabbits.

I'm using these for experiments.
That's not raising them.

You started with only two
and now you've got twenty-four.

Why, that... that's merely
a biological coincidence.

Why, it's preposterous, that's what it is,

your working for this hocus pocus artist.

He's not a pocus hocus artist,
he's a very fine magician.

- You're in love with him.
- Oh, you must be crazy!

You think I don't know the symptoms?

What kind of a psychologist
do you think I am? Besides,

I've seen him on the stage.
I recognize the type at once.

- He makes love to everybody he meets.
- He does not make love to everybody.

Oh, so you don't want to think
that about him.

- I see, jealousy reflex already.
- Oh, you know so much!

I came over here just to see you
and you say things like that to me.

You said you came over
to see the rabbits.

Anyway, all you've talked
about is Sandor.

All right, suppose I was in love with him.
What business would it be of yours?

You'd probably put it down on a chart.

- Are you?
- No!

Look at you every time you
speak of him.

Pupils dilated, your face infused.
Tell me a symptom you haven't got.

If I ever saw a case
of emotional mal...

How can I tell you the symptoms I've got?
I'm so sick of you and your science.

- Why don't you two go ahead and dance?
- I'm all right.

- Here, I'll take care of your champagne.
- Who'll take care of you?

Poor Suzie, I warned her.

Too bad she couldn't have listened
to advice from an expert.

What are you doing here alone?

What?

I'm Brenner, publicity man at the theater.

Hasn't anyone ever warned
you about me?

Franz Brenner, oh, yes.

Why aren't you in the show tonight?

I told them I wasn't feeling well.

Oh, I see, you came down
with the mumps tonight.

But you'll be all right
for the matin?e tomorrow.

All right, I won't say a word.

- What's happened to his excellency?
- What?

What kind of a publicity man
wouldn't know...

who's been calling for you
at the stage door every night?

- Did you get the air?
- Shut up.

All right, all right.

- Let's dance.
- I'm not dancing.

He's getting married tomorrow.

Come on, you're alone, I'm alone,
let's get together.

You're right back with us common folks now
so you might just as well not be so choosey.

Why not.

Aren't you the one who got Millie Fritsch
kicked out of the chorus...

- ...because she wouldn't go out with you?
- Hm-hmm.

Brenner the Cockroach my friends
call me.

That suits you. What would you do
to me if I didn't go out with you?

You're out with me now, aren't you?

Yes.

- What's the matter?
- I... nothing.

- Let's go to the bar.
- Hm?

Now, listen, you shouldn't walk off
the floor and leave me standing...

Oh, I would only like to crawl away
quietly somewhere and die.

- Oh, going to play it for tragedy, are you?
- What do you mean?

What's a count anyway?
This isn't before the war.

Waiter!

- Two double brandies, on the double.
- Yes, sir.

What's about you and me, Suzie?

- That's what's about you.
- You could do much worse.

I probably will before I'm through.

Brandy, please.

Waiter!

Excuse me, I'll be back.

Suzie!

What's the matter, why didn't you
wait for me this afternoon?

I had another engagement.

With that fellow? I couldn't believe that,
not of you, Suzie.

Why not?

After these last few weeks I know
so much about you.

You're nice and you're sweet...

If you hadn't seen me here tonight
you would have thought yourself lucky.

- Wouldn't you?
- I knew there'd have to be an end.

Then why didn't you leave me
alone tonight?

Suzie, why can't we say
goodbye pleasantly?

- You're a sensible girl.
- Sensible?

Oh, Karl, you've been with me
every day for the last two weeks...

and that's all you know about me.

I'm a sensible girl.

So sensible that every night I've dreamed
of all the peasant girls...

in story books who have married princes.

And all the shop girls in cinema
who marry millionaires...

and hoped and prayed that something
like that would happen to me.

That's me.

You know now, Karl, that I love
you so much that losing you...

is like losing a part of me.

You'd better go back
to your friends, Karl.

Karl.

Aren't you coming back to the bar?
- I'll join you.

- I was just going back...
- Reunions, eh?

- Nonsense, I was just coming back to you.
- Hm?

I was just coming back to you.
Come on, let's go.

- I thought you checked out.
- Surprise! Come along.

I'm sorry, my friend has had
too much to drink.

- You should go away.
- No, no, don't go yet, Countess.

We're just about to get to the
big dramatic punch...

- ...titled "Villain and Poor Peas..."
- Darling, don't be an idiot.

Come on, let's you and I
go home, huh?

- Home?
- Let's you and I go home, come on.

Why not?

Shall we go?

Well, we certainly polished off
his excellency.

Oh, Yoli, this is Mr. Brenner.
Miss Haydn, Mr. Barta.

- I met you at Ben Horv?th's, remember?
- Hm, it didn't take.

It's something I picked up, Yoli,
I'm sorry.

What do you mean you picked me up?

I picked you up.
Quite a pick-up, eh?

Franz, why don't you have
some champagne?

I don't mind if I do, thank you.

- We were just about to go.
- Oh, were you, how nice, I'll go with you.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

- Please, Suzie.
- Oh, it's all right, Yoli.

I don't need any lessons
on how to behave like a lady.

I've seen him and I've made
a graceful exit.

Now he has nothing to worry about.

And my name is still Schmidt.

Yoli, we can go now.

- Thank you.
- Oh, my hat, please.

You don't mind if we drop you
at the apartment, do you, dear?

You see, John's going practically
any night now...

No, of course not.
Thanks anyway.

- Oh, hello, Martha.
- Why, Rudy!

I'm awfully glad I ran
into you because...

I wanted you to know I didn't really mean
all those things I said this afternoon.

- That's all right.
- It was sort of a shock to me at first.

I mean, you working for...

Well, I should have known that anyone
as nice and sweet as you are could...

Oh, I understand, Rudy.

Martha, I know a place across
the river...

It's a Turkish restaurant, I...

- I was wondering.
- You can stop wondering right now.

Taxi!

- I wonder what she's singing.
- I don't know, I don't know Turkish.

She sing a very sad song.

When moon come full
her lover always die.

Always? You mean every
month she has...

Yes, very sad song.

This seems a very unscientific sort
of place for you to discover.

Yes, I haven't the slightest doubt
it should be reported...

to the Department of Public Health.

I love it.

You know, this is the first time anybody
has taken me anyplace this late at night.

Would you like some more wine?

- Rudi, can you afford it?
- I told you I had new patients this week.

- Another bottle of Tokay.
- Yes, sir.

The one thing I don't want
to talk about is patients.

I'm so happy I don't need to talk at all.

- I can hear your heart.
- My heart?

My heart isn't on that side.

Oh... uh...

- Rudi, what's polidigitalitis?
- Poli what?

Polidigitalitis.

I never heard of it.

It's what makes Mr. Sandor drink
so much, to keep from worrying about it.

Oh, Sandor, uh?

I was going to ask you about it
this afternoon.

Was that the real reason
you came to see me?

- No.
- Polidigitalitis!

There isn't any such thing.

It's something he made up to make
you feel sorry for him.

He couldn't have made it up,
it runs in his family.

Rudi, let's just sit quiet
and listen to the music, huh?

You...

You are sorry for him, aren't you?

Well, I certainly don't want to see him
lose the use of his hand.

Oh, so it's those tricky hands of his
that fascinate you, hm?

- It is not.
- Oh, I see, it's not only his hands.

You're fascinated by everything
about him, hm?

I don't know why I should get
so excited.

It was only to be expected.

Oh, Rudi, a few minutes ago everything
was so pleasant and friendly.

I'm only trying to discuss it
in a friendly way.

There's no reason why we
can't look at it calmly.

In the first place,

a man like Mr. Sandor is attracted to
an entirely different type of woman.

What he wants is mystery, glamour.

Then there's nothing to worry
about, is there?

I'm not really thinking about
his feelings towards you.

I'm considering your feelings
towards him.

Are you going to try to explain
my feelings to me?

Don't you want to be able to understand
your emotional responses?

- I do understand them.
- Not thoroughly.

You see, what we have is a fairly
common occurrence.

Young woman, type B,
pronounced maternal instincts,

comes in contact with masculine type B.

Temperamental, exotic personality.
Result?

Young woman is dazzled.

Her original desire to protect
is transformed into romantic love.

- It's prefectly simple.
- I am not dazzled!

Oh, yes you are, but you don't know it.

The important thing in diagnosing
cases like this...

Cases, cases, is that what I am, a case?

The important thing is to know what
classification a patient fits into.

A was reading about a case
just the other day...

Oh, you're worried because you
can't analyze your feelings.

- You hound!
- Martha, wait!

- Martha, wait!
- Check, check, please.

Okay, check.

I'm sorry to have kept you
waiting so long.

Anything wrong?

No, I hope Martha will be there
to take care of her but...

I gave her a sleeping tablet.
I guess she'll be all right.

Shall we go to my place or where?

- Your place.
- 80, Alamer St.

Yes, sir.

I forgot to pack your picture.

What would I do in South America
without it?

- What do you use this for?
- Oh, that.

The natives use it with their women
when they don't behave.

John, when are you going?

Why, I thought you didn't want
to know just when.

I didn't, but that was before I...

I'm taking the 6 o'clock train
tomorrow afternoon.

Tomorrow?

Darling, have you forgotten
what you said?

Don't tell me when you are going,

just say that you have to go out
to mail a letter or...

get a haircut and don't come back...

and then there will be no silliness
about saying goodbye.

Did I say that?

Yes, and a lot of other very
sensible things.

Just because I said that in the beginning
doesn't mean that I...

I acted like a 20-year-old boy. I'm so glad
you didn't let me make a fool of myself.

How much of a fool would you
have made, I wonder.

Oh, the limit, I guess.

Do you know what I really came back
to Budapest for?

Uh-uh.

To find a wife.

Just what kind of a wife
did you hope to find?

Oh, some substantial soul...

who would understand life
in a mining camp in the Andes.

And now you're sorry you didn't find her?

I would have missed all the fun
I had with you.

Yes, it has been fun, hasn't it?

You know, I had forgotten that
there were women like you.

Who know how to enjoy love instead
of making it a tragedy.

I'm glad I can contribute
to your education.

Is tonight goodbye?

No, we could have lunch tomorrow.

But you train leaves at six.

Yes, why?

Ben Horv?th asked me to dine with him.
I suppose he knew you were going.

Yes, he offered to buy my tickets.

Are you going to dine with him?

Why Not? You wouldn't want me
to lose any time, would you?

Of course not.

Oh, John, why do I say those things?

Darling, help me to open
my heart to you.

I want you to know that...
that really I...

This is getting to be a habit with her.

I thought she was supposed to be
away in school.

She is.

What is it now?

You wrote you were going
back to South America.

How did you get here?

I walked.

Walked from school, 30 miles?

What shall I do with her this time?

You might try a different hotel.
Last time it was the Hungaria,

why not the Danube Palace tonight?

There's no reason he has to go
to a hotel.

Oh, excuse me.

You know there isn't.

Well, do whatever you want, John.

I've been up since 3 o'clock
this morning and I'm so... so...

Poor kid.

What did you say, Yoli?
- Oh, I didn't say anything.

Imagine her walking all that way.

Yes, very touching devotion I call it.

It is sincere and I am touched by it.

Poor kid, she must get some sleep.

That reminds me, I must too.

- I'll drive you home.
- Don't bother, I'll get a cab.

Yoli, why are you running
away like this?

I'm practicing so I can say goodbye
gracefully tomorrow at the station.

- I don't understand you tonight.
- No?

- I'm afraid you never will.
- Oh.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Karl, darling...

Karl...

Suzie!

She's just talking in her sleep.

This apartment hasn't given
much luck for us, has it?

All the things we hoped for
when we moved in.

It isn't the apartment, there's
something wrong with us.

Or with me anyway.

I thought I knew how to get
along without love.

That's not what's bothering
you, though.

- What?
- Love.

Oh... after tonight I don't think
it'll trouble me anymore.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

Now what do we do?

Well, you've got to take
the 6 o'clock train.

Oh, everything was so simple
until you popped up.

What was wrong at the school?

Did they beat you or did
you know too much, or what?

Hey, you are not listening.

Do you remember the head waiter
at the Hungaria?

When he said, "And what would
madame desire?"

What?

That was the night when we were
visiting you and Mother was ill...

so you took me out to dinner alone.

This was five years ago, yes.

It wasn't only the waiter calling
me madame, it was...

It was being out alone with you
that made me feel...

grown up.

Grown up!
Marie...

I must make you realize that...

- That...
- Yes?

I'm...

- That was the night I knew.
- What are you talking about?

That there cannot ever be
anyone else for me but you.

Nonsense, you are just a child in school!

And it is not nonsense.

I came back from school when
I heard you were leaving.

I would have got here if I had
to swim all the way.

And if you go to South America,
I don't suppose I'll swim.

But I'll get to you there somehow.

But this is preposterous.

What difference does it make if you
haven't thought of it before?

I have done enough thinking
for the both of us.

But I'm leaving this afternoon at six.

See, now you are thinking about it.

In Budapest on your vacation...

you can find plenty of elegant women
who will share your good times with you.

But in South America, where your work is,
you want someone you can count on.

Someone you know will love you always...

and always.

How do you know these things?

Because I love you.

I couldn't simply take you with me.

We'd have to be married.

Now what am I talking about?

Oh, John, it would be so beautiful
if you would.

What is there about you that makes
me believe everything you say?

Only my love for you,
but that can do anything.

Was it you I wanted?

I came back to Budapest to find?

I thought I had trouble enough being
the best man at Karl's wedding...

and trying to catch the train.

Now I have my own wedding
to worry about.

Our wedding.

Our wedding.

Fritz!

Oh, Fritz!

I thought you were grown up.

Yes, sir?

Er... Fritz, go down and find
another trunk.

Yes, sir.

All right, 7:30, goodbye.

I thought I heard the telephone.
Was it for me?

No, it was my beau.

- Oh...
- Still waiting for that call from him?

- Martha.
- Yes?

- Bring me a glass of water.
- Coming!

Thank you.

Did I ever show you this trick?

Do it again.

Do it again.

One spends a lifetime perfecting a trick
like that and you say do it again...

as though you were applauding
a clown in a circus.

Well, after all perhaps that's
what I am.

A clown to amuse the rabble.

Oh no, Mr. Sandor,
don't say things like that.

I suppose you envy me because
of the position I'm in.

Yes, out there in front of the footlights
with everyone's eye on you it's...

It's fine enough, but it's a lonely
sort of life.

It's not until one gets home that one
realizes the empty mockery of it all.

I don't know why I'm telling
you all of this.

Oh, I understand.

How long have you been here now?

Three, four weeks?

Well, it just shows how mistaken
one can be.

About what?

Well, I might as well admit it.

I didn't engage you just because
I needed a servant.

There was something about the way
you looked at me that first night.

I had a feeling that you were a woman
who'd understand my loneliness.

And that perhaps, sooner or later we...

Well, it just didn't happen, that's all.

What didn't happen?

Are you in love with someone?

Ah... there is someone.

No, there isn't anyone.
Can I get you a cigarette, Mr. Sandor?

Mr. Sandor... oh, Martha.

Has being here meant nothing
but just a job to you?

- Oh, yes...
- What has it meant?

Well, I've been so happy doing
things for you...

I haven't felt like a servant at all.

It's been nice knowing there was
someone who wanted me to take care of him.

Is that all?

You haven't fallen in love with me?

Just a little?

- In love?
- Haven't you sometimes hoped that I...

Oh, Martha, have you no feeling
for me at all?

Oh, I don't want you to be lonely.

Lonely? You never thought any more
than that about me?

No...

Yes, that time when you were sick in
bed with a sore throat and I read to you.

Then you went to sleep and I sat
by your bed all afternoon.

- And I...
- You loved me then?

Well, it gave me a very happy
kind of feeling watching over you.

Oh, Martha.
You do love me.

For a moment I thought I was
losing my grip.

But Martha...

Come back. I didn't mean...

Do you wish something else, madame?

- Yes, another, please.
- Yes, madame.

- Good luck, your excellency.
- Thank you, Arthur.

Have your photograph taken.

Thank you.

Thanks, Yoli.

Why did you go there anyway?

Just to see how bad you could really
make yourself feel?

No, I went there because I wanted
to see if I'd imagined it right.

Bride, bridal bouquet, bridegrooms,
his regimentals...

Yes, everything was just
as I dreamed it.

Except the bride.

Did you see John there?

Yes. Why, haven't you heard
from him today?

- Yes.
- Oh, he's probably still busy.

- Hello, honey.
- Hello.

Hello.

What brings you home so early?

What's the matter?

Here, take this. You look as though
you needed it.

- Thanks.
- Come on, sit down.

- Martha!
- I've left Sandor.

What happened?

I don't know, it was like one
of his stage tricks.

What did he make disappear this time?

- Himself.
- I could have told you he was no good.

You weren't in love with him
by any chance, were you?

I thought he really needed me.

Feeling that way about a man
gets me all mixed up.

I guess I don't understand love.

Well, apparently none of us
are very good at it, are we?

You know, they ought to mark
our report cards.

Attendance excellent, arithmetic fair,
failed in love.

Except for Yoli, who knew enough
about sex.

- Oh, shut up!
- No, I won't shut up.

I feel a speech coming.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Yes, I mean ladies and gentlemen.

There's Mr. Paul Sandor,

Why not, we'd make him appear
just as he makes rabbits appear.

Come on, a toast.

A toast to Sandor the Great,

who condescended to raise
the baroness Kerenye...

from a necktie peddler to his
maid of all works.

Suzie, stop it?

It's the right phrase, isn't it,
maid of all works?

From putting him to bed when he
comes home drunk,

to darning his socks and cleaning
his bathtub.

For which he pays her a princely sum
of 15 kronen a week...

and on top of that, mind you, allowed her
the privilege of falling in love with him.

- I did not.
- Oh...

- You've had enough champagne, Suzie.
- Oh, no.

Not enough to drink to the
noble Count Karl Lanyi.

Quarts and quarts have been drunk
to you today, Your Excellency.

But no toast quite like this.

So all honors go to you.

You, who gallantly accepted
the love of Suzie Schmidt.

Best of all he let her dream her silly dreams
until it was time for you to go away...

- Suzie, don't...
- No, Martha, just one more toast.

Mr. John Barta.

Mr. Barta, who tried to break
the heart of Yoli Haydn...

but didn't succeed for the simple reason
that the young lady hasn't got a heart.

If you don't stop it, I'll slap you!

Poor John.

Did you expect to leave Yoli crying her
heart out as your train pulled away?

so she'd go out to dinner with Ben
Horv?th with her eyes all red?

Oh, silly John. A lot you know
about Yoli Haydn.

A lot you know about her.

I thought... champagne was supposed
to make you happy.

What don't I know about you, Yoli?

You know all the answers
about men, don't you?

Never let them know you love them
and they won't hurt you.

Keep laughing at them and they
can't hurt you.

Well, go on and laugh.

Yoli...

Yoli, I'm sorry.

The problem with us is all we ever
do is talk about love.

- Where are you going?
- I don't know.

South America maybe.

Yo..

Well, that makes a hundred percent.

Boys 3, girls nothing.

You know what happens if you
keep on drinking this.

You get sick or you go to sleep.

It's all right with me.

Yes...

Yes, good sleep would settle
everything, wouldn't it?

What do you suppose they talk about?

Who?

Karl and Countess Helen.

You may as well forget them, Suzie.

Yes... I was just thinking...

That's not enough for a toast.

Maybe another.

There.

- Here's to you, Martha.
- Suzie.

Here, Your Excellency,

you'd better have a drink too.

Sleep tight.

What are you doing?

Sorting my ties.

Looks like that's what I'm
going back to.

Uh?

You might...

Goodbye, John. I think you'll find
the papers all in order.

Thank you, Ben, I don't know how
I'd have made it...

without you pulling strings for me.

- Hello, Yoli.
- Hello, Ben.

Hello, Yoli.

Goodbye.

John, I... I have something
to say to you.

Before you tell me why you wanted
to go without saying goodbye,

I want you to hear it no matter
what your reason was.

- Yes, Yoli.
- It's simply...

It's simply that I love you
with all my heart.

I meant to tell you so last night only...

only my silly pride wouldn't let me.

There, that's all I wanted to say.

John, oh, John!

John, darling, I need 2 kronen.

Pardon me.

John, darling, I need 2 kronen
for the porter.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- I'll be with you in a moment.
- Don't hurry, I'm all right.

I'm taking Marie to South America
with me.

We are to be married tomorrow in Vienna.

Oh...

- It is not very easy to explain.
- You don't have to.

She's someone you can believe when
she says she loves you, isn't she?

Yes.

A few weeks ago I would
have laughed at you.

But now I understand.
At least...

I'm glad I could tell you
how I feel about you.

Even though you couldn't
believe me and...

and even though it is too late.

Well, I guess there isn't much
left to say, is there?

Bless you, my darling.

Yoli.

Better let me send you home
in my car.

Thanks, Ben, but I...
- I understand, don't try to talk.

Shall we drop in at my place for cocktails
before I drive you home?

- Stay awake..
- Isn't there something else we can do...

- You can't let her die.
- Get some more coffee, quick!

All right.

- Martha, Martha, please!
- Yoli, go get some coffee.

- What's the matter?
- I nearly killed Martha.

- What do you mean?
- Go on, I'll tell you later!

Just wake up, Martha.
Hold her, please, will you?

- Oh, Martha, wake up.
- Martha, wake up, please!

Martha, stay awake, please!

Martha... Martha!

Wake up, please...
Keep her moving, come on.

Martha... Martha, wake up, please.

Please wake up, Martha...
Darling, please!

- Don't, Suzie.
- I'm sorry, Yoli.

I can't help it...

Seeing Martha in there and...

thinking I nearly lost her.

I suppose I should want to
forget Karl but...

I don't ever.

Loving him and having him love
me for a little while.

Somehow to remember will always
make me proud.

I'm really independent of men.

We've learned a lot since
we've been in here.

We should put up a sign,
which reads...

"Young Ladies' School of Experience"

"Hearts Broken Scientifically"

Oh, stop it, Yoli.

I'll get that.

- Hello, doctor.
- Hello.

- And how are we feeling tonight?
- Mrs. Shingle Finger.

Rudi, you've done wonders with
your bedside manners.

My, we're getting popular.

I know who that is.
It's your late employer.

I saw him at the desk downstairs
in the lobby.

- Mr. Sandor?
- Shall I send him away?

He probably wants to know
where I put his shirts.

- Mr. Sandor!
- Let him come in.

Are you sure you feel like it?

- Well, Martha, here he is.
- Martha!

My poor, dear Martha.

Would you like to sit down?

- Who was that?
- Dr. Imre.

Oh, the rabbit man.

When I telephoned the concierge
told me what had happened.

It was just an accident.

Oh, it's very brave of you
to say that, dear.

I know you want to spare my feelings.

Huh?

Oh.

But don't let this upset you.

As a matter of fact, this is
not the first time.

What?

I remember touching her hair as it lay
spread over the cold marble slab.

It was still wet.

You mean she...
Because she was in love with you?

She chose the river.

Why, Martha!

Oh, Mr. Sandor... would you stand up?

What?

Would you mind?
I want to see something.

Now just, uh... walk a little
and then turn around.

It must be something about
that medicine I took.

It's done wonders for my eyesight.

Just as though I could see through
one of your disappearing acts.

Shall I call the doctor?

I can see a pair of patent
leather shoes...

A dress suit, a white tie.

And a shirt... a shirt.

Well, what's the matter with my shirt.

A pair of hands...

But there's nothing really there at all.

You're just an illusion,
like one of your tricks.

Doctor, doctor, come quick!

Doctor, she's raving.

Oh, no, I'm not raving.

What does this all mean,
she's talking about my suit...

my shirt, my tie, my... my hands.

Well, what's the matter?

Hm... very interesting.

Is anything the matter with my hands?

It looks like a real polidigitalitis.

But... well, that's absurd. There's no
such thing. I made that name up.

Well, how remarkable.

You made up something that's taken
years of research to diagnose.

Well, well, well.

But you're crazy, doctor.
There's nothing wrong with my hand.

I'll prove it to you.

Have you ever seen me do this trick?

Oh, that's bad. You have it
in both hands now.

Oh, Rudi, I wouldn't mind being
sick for a long time...

if I could sit here and watch
you laugh like that.

- I love to see you happy.
- I am.

The happiest day of my life.

Martha... I'm trying to tell
you something.

They've appointed me for the staff
at the institute.

It's a real job.
You know what that means?

It means no more Mrs. Shingle Finger
to worry about.

Uh-uh... just Mrs. Rudi Imre.

Martha, I was an awful numbskull but...

When I got angry and said
stupid things it...

It was because I was so ashamed of not
being able to do anything at all for you...

But now...

Oh, look at your pupils, you need rest.

- Look at your own pupils.
- What would you expect?

Please say it if you're going to.

But there wouldn't be much
money, Martha.

Oh, Rudi, can't you get the words out?

Well, I...
I think we should be...

married, Martha.

So do I.

Suzie! Yoli!

What, what's the matter, what is it?

Well... that's better.
Boys 2, girls 1.

Three blind mice
Three blind mice

Three blind mice
Three blind mice

The iron, Suzie.

I don't think I'll need this
where I'm going.

Oh, thanks, Yoli.

I'll never pictured a Mrs. Ben Horv?th
pressing Mr. Horv?th's pants.

I don't know how anyway.

Just think the little while we've been
here and all that's happened to us.

And now we're leaving.

What is she doing in there?
Martha!

- Yes?
- Hurry up. Our cab will be waiting.

I was taking a shower bath.

Martha, you know, I was just thinking.

Lots of people live a lifetime in a place
and don't have so much happen to them.

Only things didn't happen
just as we hoped.

Oh, yes, they did. You wished
for a hat shop, didn't you?

Now you're out to your own one.

- Thanks to Yoli.
- Don't than me, than Ben.

Yoli's going to have a rich husband.

And what about you?

I wished for a good home,
a man to look after, and children.

Well, I got a man to look after me.

And a home is good enough
where he is.

And for the rest, this is scarcely
the time to discuss that.

Come on, hurry up.

- I'm paying for that cab.
- All right.

- Come on, Suzie!
- I'm coming.

Oh!

Oh, and I raised that thing
from a twig.

Oh, never mind, Suzie,
it's perfectly all right.

All it needs is a new pot.

- Come on.
- Well...

Come on, Martha.

Subtitles: Lu?s Filipe Bernardes