All language subtitles for Strange Fascination 1952-subrip-en

More! Come on!

Mr. Marvan,
I'm also from Prague.

Really?
I'm happy to hear it.

When was the last time?

Hey, Paul! Paul!

Oh, Jack--
just a moment.

- Uh, that's yours?
- Thank you.

I want you to meet
two charming friends

of mine from America.
From America?

Wonderful.
Paul Marvan, meet, uh,

Mrs. Diana Fowler
from New York and
her daughter June.

How do you do?

Very pleased to meet you.
Hello.

Cigarette?

You shouldn't, June--
you coughed all night.

Mother's strict, huh?

Oh, that's nothing.

I have a brother
two years older.

You should see how
she pushes him around.

Oh, Fraulein.

Oh.
What did you want?

We have nothing to drink.

Say, Paul, I've noticed
you drink quite a lot.

Hmm, just occasionally.

When I'm happy,

or when I'm unhappy
or when I'm indifferent.

Do you want to dance?

Oh, I don't know.
It's so hot in here.

I'm afraid I feel a little dizzy
from this Austrian wine.

We can dance
on the terrace.

Come on.
Uh, I'll lead you.

Poor girl. Heh.
Oh, now shut up.

Why don't you dance?

You should see me dance
and you wouldn't ask.

I want to see
how he dances.

Now, let me see.

Oh, heh,
he can't dance either.

Look at that.

Mr. Marvan,
could I have your autograph?

Sure. Do you have a pencil?

Yes.
I never have one. Heh.

That's a weakness.

Thank you, Mr. Marvan.
Thank you.

Tell me, is this
your first trip to Europe?

Oh, no. I've been here
several times before

with my late husband.

Miss, another bottle.

Are you married, Paul?

Divorced.

Disappointed?
No, not at all.

My wife
is also a pianist.
Mm-hm.

Professional jealousy.

Musicians are
very ambitious, you know.

Thank you.
I'll pour it myself.

I'd think you'd be
a big hit in America.

I want to get out of Europe.

I've had a lot of misfortune
in the past few years.

I want to start a new life.

I'd even be interested
in sponsoring you.

You mean,
you'd invest in me?

Well, don't you think

it would be an achievement
for an insignificant woman

to bring back
such an artist?

A genius?

I'd be part of
your triumphants, in a way.

You're so charming.

Our ambassador in Vienna

is a very good friend of mine.

A strong affidavit would be
impressive, you know.

What do you say?

Now comes
a brand new question.

How can I ever repay you?

By courting me a little.

My friends
would die of envy.

Widows are
ambitious too, you know.

Say, what's
going on here?

Mother! One can't leave
you alone for a moment.

Diana dear,
shall we tell them?

Well, I suppose I should have
consulted my children first.

Very funny.
Very funny.

Come on, let's dance.
Oh, not really!

Come, I want
to live dangerously.

Oh, no! Heh.
Heh. Come.

Jack, order champagne.
We'll celebrate.

Celebrate what?
I don't know...

Love, life, art, music--
America.

Your guest is
certainly insistent.

Hm, well, that's nothing.
He's just practicing.

Wait'll you hear him
play Chopin.

He's considered
the greatest exponent

of Chopin
in Europe, you know.

Strange that in America
he's so completely unknown.

You won't say that 12 months
from now, my dear.

He'll be
a sensation, I'm sure.

Tell me, dear,
does he really live here?

Why not?

The left wing is being closed

for two years.

Now, at least,
it lives again.

Why should the poor soul
in a hotel room

and just rush over here
to practice? It's ridiculous.

Aren't you afraid
people will talk?

I'd be tickled
to death if they would.

I've heard
some comments on it already.

Really?
Oh, tell me, please.

You really
couldn't be pleased by that.

You're just showing off.

Heh. Oh, perhaps
you're right.

Listen, Mother,
this is too much.

Who can listen to this
24 hours a day?

Can't you say
how do you do, dear?

Oh, excuse me.
Hello.

But Mother, really.

Now, stop that.

It's only
for a little while.

He'll be gone on his tour
in two or three weeks.

Well, why can't he play
something pleasant for a change?

Oh. A rumba or
a boogie-woogie,
I suppose.

Well, why not?
Anything would be better

than this monotonous,
ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta...

It drives me crazy.

Mother, I'm sorry,
I-- I can't read, I can't write,

my ears are full
of all this music.

Oh, a slight
house revolution.

Never mind,
it's not for long, dear.

Oh, uh, Mr. Shiner's
waiting for you.

Hm. Excuse me.

Walter, be a dear and finish
this for me, will you?

I'll be right back.

John...
Thank you.

What is it?
Ms. Fowler,
I've got bad news.

I need more money.

It's all right, Paul--
It isn't important.

How did you come out
with Douglas?

Now, here it is.

October, Columbus--

it's good to start
in a smaller place--

to warm up, you know.

Then Pittsburgh,
Richmond, Washington--

I'll join him there.

Then, Baltimore
and Philadelphia.

After that, Hartford,
Providence, Boston.

That'll take care
of October.

If the press is good
and business, too,

we could prepare
Town Hall in December.

And if this clicks--
February or March, Carnegie.

That sounds wonderful,
doesn't it, Paul?

Oh, yes, wonderful. Heh.

Who's Mr. Shiner?

Concert agent.

Your mother's
certainly getting involved.

Don't misunderstand me,

I'm very happy to be here

and I'm very
grateful to you, but--

I understand.

Would you rather live
in a hotel, Paul?

It can be arranged.
Maybe it would be better.

Your children
don't like me, that's obvious.

I feel like a,
like a displaced person.

Oh, don't take a notice of them,
they're just jealous.

That's what I mean.

I'll have a talk with them
and straighten things out.

Don't worry about it.

Diana, you're an angel.

That's just
what I am, and angel.

You know, here in America,
an angel is a person who, uh,

finances
an theatrical enterprise

strictly
for business reasons.

So, consider me
an angel and relax.

Now, how's
your financial situation?

Oh, that's
perfectly all right.

You're entitled to ask
your angel for an advance.

Why, surely.

That's done
all over the world.

Now what difference
does it matter,

because in our case
I happen to be a woman?

You really are--
Oh, shut up!

And stick to the point.
How much do you need?

First of all, I must pay
my insurance premium.

Hmm.
It's due at the end
of the month.

How much is it?

Please don't faint.

Three thousand,
four hundred.

Uh, I know it's a lot of money,
but it'd be a crime to...

Three thousand,
four hundred for insurance?

My hands.

I've got my hands insured
for a hundred thousand dollars.

Oh, yes, of course.

Yes, for you,
that is important.

Well, my secretary
will take care of it.

Let's not talk
about it anymore.

What do you say we have
dinner out tonight, hm?

I'll engage a table
at the Bullville

for 8:00, all right?

Well, she says it's
strictly business now,

and as soon
as he gets going--

How would you like
to have him for your father?

Oh, Walter,
don't be silly.

I talked to her
about that.

She just laughed
and said it was nonsense.

Well, let's hope so.

But don't you see, June,
he's, he's a stranger.

You-you can't talk
to him about anything.

You know, he hasn't got
the slightest idea

about movies or baseball?

And he's
so absentminded.

Well, the first
of next week,

he'll leave
for his concert tour.

Tell me, do you think

I could get something
to eat around here?

Well, it's
kind of late, Mr. Marvan,

the restaurant's closed.

Maybe they could fix you
something over there at the bar.

I'm terribly hungry.

The kitchen's closed,
but if you wish,

a cold plate
or a sandwich...?

Oh, a cold plate
will be all right.

And hot coffee, yes?

Now, I'd like
to have some good wine.

Let me see. Yes, heh...

Bad light in here, boy.

All right, I'd like to have
an old vintage.

How about
the Rhinelander Wine?

Rhinelander?
Fine...

Nineteen forty-five
is a good vintage.

Yes.
But very cold, yeah?

Don't let me
wait too long.

I'm starving.

That stupid idiot.
Where's the manager?

What's biting you?

That guy out there
ruined the whole number.

Look, stop that
and don't get hysterical.

After all, this is
only a nightclub.

I don't care.
I didn't give up

my artistic ambitions
for that.

Don't talk so big.

Look, people
come here to drink,

have fun--
not to watch your...art.

You talked different when you
wanted me to team up with you.

And I, like a fool,
believed you.

Will you shut up--
People can hear you.

They should. Especially
that-that horse dealer

who made all the fuss.

Oh, I'd like to kick him
right in the stomach.

What's going on here?
I thought the waiters

were instructed to at least--
What do you want
from the waiter?

Yes. He can't say,
"Excuse me, I can't serve you

until after
the number is over."

That's ridiculous.
Leave her alone.

She's nuts,
she'll cool off.

Yes, that's
all you have to say.

All you know is
to run upstairs,

to those crooks and lose
all of your money--

And mine, too.
You-you-you--!

Shut up!
You shut up!

Dancing to you means just having
some kind of a profession.

All you care about is drinking
and gambling and--

You'll be surprised.

Give me
my suitcase, please.

What happened?
Were you crying?

Have you seen
my partner?

Think he went upstairs with
Mr. Kennedy and the fat guy.

Look at him,
that clumsy hick.

Who do you mean?

That guy sitting there
eating like a savage.

You mean Paul Marvan?

Do you know him?

Well, sure.
He's the famous pianist.

His picture's in the lobby.
He gives a concert here,

I think tomorrow,
but I'm not sure.

Three sixty, two forty,
a dollar eighty...

That's a lot of dough
to invest in that stinker.

Shh! Please.

What is he playing?
I-I can't find it.

Please stop talking.

Excuse me, Mr. Marvan,

would you give me
your autograph?

Of course.

You see, young lady,

this is my first
autograph in America.

I don't have a pencil.

Wait, I think
I have one.

You have?

Here.
Thank you.

So this is
your first autograph?

There's even more to it.

I'm also the first one

you've tamed.

I beg your pardon?

It's true.

I came here to fight you,

to make you feel miserable.

And here I am waiting
for you, like a schoolgirl.

I'm afraid I don't know
what you are talking about.

Don't you remember me?

No.

You see,

and I performed
for you last night.

Heh. There must be a mistake.

Oh, no mistake,
Mr. Marvan.

You're the guest who made
all the fuss last night...

Lit matches
and talked loud

and kicked chairs around
during my number.

Don't you remember, in that
little bar in your hotel?

Yes, I think
I know what you mean.

Oh, it's a shame.

How can you ever
forgive me?

I did already
while listening to you.

Oh, you played--
it was out of this world.

You know, I don't understand
much about your serious music,

but it does
something to me.

Are you sure
you have forgiven me?

Sure I'm sure.

Are you alone here?

Yes.

No one waiting
for you?

No.

Let's have
a drink together.

I know a wonderful little bar
not far from here.

Wonderful.

Heh. Let's go.

I didn't bring you
good luck, huh?

Hm, maybe you did.
Who knows?

Everything's been over between
Carlo and me for a long time.

So tomorrow morning,
I'll call my agent

and go out
as a soloist again.

That's more fun
anyway.

Say, I changed my mind.

I think I will have
another drink.

Oh, fine.

Hey, miss...

Two more, yes?

Mm, I love dancing.

I must admit, Carlo is
a terrific dancer.

You know, we danced
his arrangement

of some of that stuff
you played tonight.

You mean Chopin?

Yeah, I-I think it was.

That's why
your playing touched me so.

I almost cried.

To your success.

To our success.

Oh, I like your hands.

Heh.
You're joking.

I have the hands
of a butcher,

not of a pianist.

No, you have the hands
of a, of a doctor.

Heh.
They're not,

because you have
the eyes of an angel...

Angel.

I forgot to make
a phone call.

Well, can't you call now?

Oh, it's too late now.

Well, I--
I'll make up something

tomorrow morning before I leave.

When are you leaving?

Ten fifteen.
Pittsburg.

Do you think
I'll ever see you again?

Who knows.
Maybe you will.

I think I'll go to New York

and try to get into a musical.

It'd be fun
if we bumped into each other.

Trafalgar
three-three-two-five.

Shall I write it down?

Trafalgar
three-three-two-five.

I'll remember it.

What are you thinking?

I wish I was
ten yours younger.

Inferiority complex?

Mm, no. Just gray hair
and wrinkles.

Oh, you men
are all so conceited.

What would you do?
What?

If you were
ten years younger?

Nothing.
Forget it.

Coward.

You're being
immodest, Paul.

When a critic
of his importance

writes of
a comparatively unknown,

"His emotional skill,
is above his technique

and that's what makes
his performance so attractive."

I think that's wonderful.
What more do you want?

We can use a lot of
quotations for publicity,

and I think we shouldn't
rush Carnegie Hall.

I'll need at least four or five
rehearsals with the orchestra.

That answers that.

I'll try to line up
a few towns in the meantime.

I'll be running along.

See you folks tomorrow.

See you, George.
Goodbye.

Diana, I gave your secretary
a check for $600.

I'll give you more when I get
the advance from Douglas.

Oh, that's all right, Paul.

How do you like
your new apartment?

Hm. What would
I do without you?

I'd better be going.

Well, it'll be
a very sad day for me

when you grow up
and won't need me anymore.

Oh, I almost forgot
to tell you, Paul...

You must sit up straight
at the piano.

That's better.

You play like a king
and sit there

like a tired old salesman.

Really?

Dorothy.

Oh, that reminds me.

Uh, somebody rang you
day before yesterday, I think.

A woman.
I gave her your number.

A woman?
Mm-hm.

Hello.

Who?

Margo!

No. I can't believe it.

I called you so many times,

and finally I got
your new phone number.

Tell me, how long are
you here in New York?

I was on a New York show that
flopped after three rehearsals.

Paul, I must talk to you
as soon as possible.

Of course,
where shall we meet?

Can't I come to your place?

Thirteen-ten East 57th Street--
apartment G.

Oh, thank you, Paul--
I'll be right there.

Margo!
Come in.

Ooh, I'm all
out of breath.

Did you know
your elevator's stuck?

Yes, I know.
I'm terribly sorry.

Come sit down and relax.

Take off your coat.

Tell me,
what can I offer you?

Nothing for the moment.

You know, I thought
of you very often.

You did?

Oh, by the way, I was
at your concert at Town Hall.

It was great.

You were there?
Really?

Why didn't
you come backstage?

Well, there were
so many people around.

Besides,
a very attractive woman.

I didn't want
to butt in.

Hm, it's a very
dear friend of mine.

Just a friend.
Now tell me

all about yourself.

Oh, I'm
so mixed up, Paul.

I didn't have the guts

to walk out on Carlo,
as I told you.

And, well, now it's
worse than ever.

I can't tell you
all the details,

but he's,
he's dragging me down.

So, I packed my things
and wrote him a letter

that I was leaving town
and he shouldn't look for me.

Oh, I know
he'll be furious.

That's why I must disappear,
so he can't find me.

Please, Paul,
can I stay here

with you,
just for a few days?

What do you mean,
here with me?

Well, haven't you another room
just for a short time?

Well, heh, yes, but,

uh, you're a young girl. My...

Oh, you're above
all suspicion.

What I mean is...

Well, look, you're
a respectable man...

He wouldn't dare make
a scandal with you involved.

That's different.
If he should find you here,

you can always introduce me
as, as your grandfather.

Well, I-I think
it's ridiculous.

It's just absurd.

I'm sorry.

I thought that
you were different.

That you'd understand.

Darling, I'm afraid
you've overestimated me.

I've my problems, too.

People are coming here
to see me.

Where shall I hide you--
How shall I explain?

Maybe I can find you
a little apartment
somewhere near.

Maybe I can even
help you out financially.

As far as
my situation permits.

Well, I hope
to make some money

in the future,
but for the moment, I--

Well, what I need for the moment
is your, your good influence.

Your, your protection.

Oh, Margo, you're losing
yourself in big words.

If you haven't got
your own moral strength,

what do you expect from me?

Maybe you're right.

It was a foolish idea.

Please forgive me, Paul.

Now you make me feel
like a heel.

But what can I do?

I'm terribly sorry.

What's this?

Oh, those belong to me.

I was so sure about you.

Fine.
I'll call you tomorrow.

Goodnight, Diana.

Dinner's ready.

Who's Diana?

That's that woman
you saw at my concert.

She's, how shall I say,
my sponsor.

Your sponsor?
Are you on television?

Ah...

You sit here, Paul.

Fine.

That woman,
she's very attractive

and dresses well, too.

She must be rich, huh?

Oh, she's a real lady.

Tell me
something, Paul...

That white streak
in her hair,

is that normal
or artificial?

I don't know.
Call her up-- ask her.

It looks wonderful.

I hope
you like my cooking.

Mm! Delicious.

I'm so happy
you didn't let me down, Paul.

I feel so safe here.
It's like a hideout.

All of a sudden I feel
like a married man.

Is that bad,
for a change?

No, it's just unusual.

Oh, the coffee.

Oh, I hope I get a job
in a show or a nightclub soon.

Oh, I have
a brand new routine.

Wait, I'll show you.
It's very sexy.

Ah...

What's so brand new
about it?

Oh, you should see me do it
in tights,

it really has style.

Oh, you'll have
to come see me.

It'll be good
for my prestige.

You know, a lot of people
know your name already.

You'd be surprised.

Oh, before I forget.

Never answer the phone.
Understand?

Oh. Oh, yeah, I think
I understand.

That, uh,
friend of yours.

That sponsor.

You...

Oh, it's you.
Hi, Paul.

Sorry to wake you up,

but I've got to have
an answer before 11:00.

Douglas agrees that
you can make a few more towns

now that Carnegie
is postponed 'til spring.

Oh, it's
all right with me.

I can use
some additional money. Heh.

That's what I thought.
Why are you sleeping here?

Oh, it's too hot there.

Oh, by the way, have you got
a cup of coffee?

Just warm it up,
I don't care.

Uh, you see,
I-I'm drinking my coffee

usually downstairs
in the drug store.

Oh, it's all right.
I just thought--

What's that?
What?

Don't you hear it?
Your shower started running.

Well, must be next door.

Oh, say, Mrs. Fowler told me
last night you don't feel well.

Tired, I suppose?
Yes, maybe lack of sleep.

I'll sleep a little more
after you're gone.

All right,
don't rush me.

I understand
your English.

I'll call Douglas right away,
if you don't mind?

Wait a second,
I want you
to hear the--

Hello,
Mr. Douglas, please.

Oh, he isn't?

I'll call later.

Maybe it's better that
I talk to him personally.

I'll rush over before noon
and call you from there.

How did you sleep,
landlord?

You old goat.

Aren't you ashamed?

I'll call you
around noon, Paul.

Take it easy.

Oh, I'm sorry, Paul.

Is it very bad?

Well, it was my agent.

I'm sure
he won't miss a chance

to run around
and tell everybody.

Do you really think so?

What did you tell him?

What can I tell him?

That you came
to tune the piano?

Heh. Oh, I'm so happy
you take it with humor, Paul.

What else can I do?

Hm. Uh, I must make
a phone call.

Excuse me.

I'll make breakfast.

Hello.

Paul?

Oh, why don't you answer?

Hello...?

Mr. Marvan is here.

Excuse me please
for dropping in,

I just wanted
to see you for a while.

I hope you don't mind.
Paul!

I've just been
calling you this moment.

Someone was there,
but they didn't answer.

But that's impossible.

Well, I must have been
dialing the wrong number.

Well, now they're busy.

I can't understand it.

I mean--

Don't get
excited, Paul. Heh.

You're entitled to your little
secrets-- I'm not spying on you.

But you shouldn't think
that I have someone--

Oh, don't worry about it.
I'm not even interested.

Now, how do you feel
about your additional trip?

Fine, wonderful--
I'm in good shape.

You have a sort of mysterious
gleam in your eye.

You see, you're provoking me
and when I want to explain,

you, you don't
give me a chance.

Don't you understand?

It's the saddest thing
in the world

for a woman
to become a confessor.

I like
to see you embarrassed.

But I'm not,
I assure you.

All right,
I'll tell you the truth.

I met a little girl,
a dancer,

I think it was
in Columbus, Ohio.

As a matter of fact,
she was the first one

to ask for
my autograph, you know.

Oh, I see,
and you didn't have a pencil,

so you had to take her
all the way to New York

and now she's living
in your apartment. Poor Paul.

Heh. Oh, Paul, don't be
so tragic about it.

Where's your sense
of humor?

Heh. Come on,
let's have a drink

and you can tell me
all about it.

Hello.

Hello, Paul.

What's that?

I was at the library.

Some additional music.

And for you, something.

Here, French perfume.

I left the price on
to impress you.

Oh, thank you, Paul.

Why are you
so dressed up?

I've great news for you.

Yes?
You'll get rid of me.

Uh-huh...

I talked to Yvette
this morning.

Who is Yvette?
Oh, she's
a girlfriend I know.

We were
in a show together.

What about her?

Well, she told me that Carlo
wasn't furious at all.

On the contrary,
she said he was very calm

and about two days later,
he left town

with some road show
or something.

Mm-hm, that's good.

You know, it was easier
than I expected.

Just the fear of making
a radical change.

Carlo means nothing
to me anymore.

You know, I think after
you reach a certain point, you--

What are your plans now?

Well, Yvette said I can share
her apartment on 14th Street.

Isn't it wonderful how
things work out sometimes?

I'm already packed,

we'll have dinner
and I'll call a cab

and your troubles'll
be over.

I'll miss
your beautiful music.

I really will, Paul.

And I'll never forget
your kindness.

You know, it's a,
a great feeling to know

that one has a friend like you
somewhere near.

You must come have dinner
with us before you leave.

My girlfriend's
a wonderful cook.

Paul, what is it?

Did I say
something wrong?

Why do you torture me?

I don't understand.

You're a woman
with a normal instinct.

You know well what I mean.

Paul...

I can't believe it.

Please, turn around
and look at me.

Yes, my dear,
it's sad, but it's true.

Well, what's so sad about it?
I think it's wonderful.

What's so wonderful
about it?

How a great man
like you

could care for such
a little schnook like me.

Is that all you have to say?

Well, I'm saying what I feel.

Why don't you do the same.

All right, I can read it
in your eyes.

Let me answer you.

You're not too old.

And get that nonsense
out of your head.

You're a great artist.

And that makes you attractive
and desirable.

I really mean it, Paul.

I'm crazy about you.

Now, listen.

I'm going on tour

for about two weeks.

I'll return with a lot
of money, I hope.

You'll wait here for me?

And then...

Then what?

Then...we talk business.

Oh, no,
I'm not the waiting type.

There'll be another girl
to come for your autograph,

and uh-uh.

Why don't you
take me with you?

I'd like to watch
the people while you play.

And I want to have
my aisle seat

in the front row
at every concert.

People'll look at me and say,
"Look, that's his girlfriend."

Maybe they'll say,
"Look, that's his daughter."

Aw, shut up.

- Hi, folks.
- Hello, Bob.

Hello, Mr. Shiner,
how are you?
Hello, Mr. Shiner.

I'm terribly sorry
to interrupt you,

but I just had a moment,
so I thought I would--

Won't you join us?

Oh, it looks delicious.
Sit down.

Just a little piece.

Any news from Paul?

Don't even ask me.

I hate to spoil
your lunch.

What's wrong?

Paul is an idiot.

Here, read this.

You read it, June.
All right.

It's there,
marked with a red pencil.

"Paul Marvan is
an accomplished artist

"and the public paid tribute
to his artistry

"with a spontaneous ovation,
which increased

"when the news leaked out
that our celebrated guest

"had a quiet and
discreet wedding ceremony

"in the house of the Albany's
Justice of the Peace

that same afternoon."

It looks like Caesar
and Cleopatra.

That old fool!

Dorothy...

some fresh coffee,
please.

Paul!
What is it?

Paul, look.
That's terrible.

Oh, everything's
completely underwater.

It's flooded
for miles and miles.

Maybe it's the end
of the tour.

Here, read it.
It's in every contract.

"Case of earthquake, fire,
flood or any other kind of- "

Yes, I know,
I read it.

But what should I do?

It puts me
in a terrible situation.

I spent all my money.

You can't expect me to carry
the whole load on my shoulders.

I can't insist on you returning
money you don't have,

but you can't expect me
to pay you the rest.

Well, can't you pay me
at least something?

I'm completely broke.

What did you do with
all that money I advanced you?

Well, you know
how it is.

I bought my wife
some beautiful things,

and, uh, it's just--

Good morning,
gentlemen.

Good morning.
Good morning, Mrs. Fowler.

What do you say
about that mess?

Well, it isn't
very pleasant,

but it's not tragic.

Hello, Paul.
Hello.

Congratulations
on your marriage.

Thank you.

It seems I've chosen
the wrong moment.

I should say so.

Well, who expects
a flood

when they're
in love?

Just one of those things.

We'll be right with you.

So your little
autograph hunter

wasn't so innocent
after all, hm?

Well, at the time I told you,
I didn't intend to marry her.

Did you have to marry her?

Oh, no.

A voluntary affair.

I understand
she's quite young.

Yes.

Could be my daughter.

You must
meet her sometime.

She's very charming.

I'm sure she is.

Are you happy?

Yes, I think I am.

Diana, I'm terribly sorry,
but you know, my marriage,

the double expenses,
and then this interrupted trip--

I'm afraid I can't pay you
anything this time.

Then be diplomatic
and don't discuss it.

How do you intend
to manage?

My wife is taking
a temporary job.

Paul, are you at home?

Good evening.

Why do you sit
in the darkness?

It's so depressing.

Oh...

My feet are killing me.

I couldn't sit down
for a minute.

I was in negligees all day.

The boss was
very disappointed

when he found out
that I was married.

He asked me
to have dinner with him.

That French wolf.

Who brought you home?

The boss himself.

Wasn't that nice of him?

Does he bring
all his employees home?

Heh. Oh, don't be ridiculous!

You should see him.

He looks like
the jolly joker.

What's that dress
you have on?

Oh, it's a model.

He gave it to me.

Isn't it beautiful?

Oh...

I'll go fix dinner.

How about yesterday's stew?

Hello.

Miss Margo?
Just a moment.

It's for you.

For me?
Mm-hm.

Hello.

Oh, it's you.

Aw, don't give me that.

Heh. No.

Uh-huh.

But there are a lot of unmarried
blondes running around.

No.

Oh, I'm afraid
I'll have to hang up now.

Goodbye.

Who was it?

Mrs. Carpenter's son.

Rich people.
Park Avenue, you know.

Oh, it's customers.

He's just a kid
about 27.

Stupid boy.

You're not going
to work there anymore.

What?

What did you say, Paul?

You heard me.

I hate to be a pest, but that
guy Marvan breaks my heart.

He keeps calling me,
day and night,

asking desperately
to get him a job.

Well, how about
Mrs. Fowler?

I thought
they were friends.

She sure can help him out.

He says he couldn't
ask her for more money,

and she seems
unconcerned.

So what can I do?

Well, why doesn't
his wife take a job?

She had one and lost it.

They moved to a cheaper
apartment downtown.

Terrible place.
I just came from there.

He keeps borrowing
and selling.

Oh, it's a mess.

Well, I feel sorry
for the guy.

Wait a minute.
Here's something.

What is it?
Ah, it's for the 27th.

A matinee down on Second Avenue
at the Polish National Hall.

It's an anniversary celebration
with songs and dances.

Paul could play a...
few Chopin waltzes.

I'm sure they'd go for it.
Yeah, Chopin was Polish.

That's good.
How much?

Oh, a hundred bucks.
Maybe a hundred and fifty.

That's really bad.

Look, can I still wear it?

It's torn.
Aw, nobody'll see it.

Why don't you wear
your tuxedo?

After all,
it's a mixed program.

Yeah.
I haven't got it.

I sold it.

Well, how about
your blue suit?

Well, I had to pay my piano
rental for two months.

Aren't you going with me?

Look, Paul,
I prefer to stay at home.

I don't feel too good,
and well, to tell you the truth,

I hate to see you
on such a mixed program.

I'd like to see you
at Carnegie Hall,

in your old glory--
where you belong.

Aw, to me,
an audience is an audience.

Goodbye.

You jealous,
stubborn Bohemian thickhead.

Look, why don't
you let me--?
No!

Oh, that's for me.
I'm expecting a call.

Yvette? Hi!

Can you come over?

Oh, I see.

Oh, you don't say?

Oh!

Oh, that is exciting!

Oh, wait.
I'll call you right back.

What's the number?

Columbus 3-5-4-5.
Wellington Playhouse?

Sure, I know where that is.
Fifty-fifth Street.

I'll call you
right back. Bye.

Imagine, they brought
Carlo back

to do the choreography
for a new musical,

and Yvette said he wanted me
to do the show.

Isn't that nice of him?

Carlo, of all the people!

Don't tell me
you'd really consider it?

Well, it would
keep us going.

Imagine, $200 a week.

And I'd love
to be in a show again.

Oh, don't be
a child, Paul.

Carlo means nothing to me.
He knows I'm married.

Wouldn't it be wise
to let me do it?

Listen,
I have a performance.

Don't upset me.

And don't ever
mention it again.

Ever!

Understand?

Old idiot!

I come after
the intermission?

Where is the phone?

Please, drive
as fast as you can.

I've got to be back
in 15 minutes.

Well, it depends
on the traffic, mister.

I'll do the best I can.

Do you know where
the Wellington Playhouse is?

Yeah, sure--
55th Street.

You've been
a very silly girl.

Paul!

Why did you lie to me?

Pretending that you're going
to stay at home?

Oh, Paul, I didn't know.

I didn't intend
to come here.

You can ask--
Yvette, please come here.

Yvette, this is
my husband.
How do you do?

Yvette, tell Paul how
it happened that I was here.

I just wanted to come to--
But how come you're here?

Don't tell me that--
Don't worry about me.

I'll be back in time.

Just want you to know
that your lies and tricks--

What's the excitement?
What happened?

You're Carlo?

Yes.

Why don't
you leave her alone?

Paul, he had nothing
to do with it.

He can talk for himself.

Why do you send her messages?
Don't you know she's married?

Why don't you tell him the truth?
It would be much simpler.

Be careful what you say.
I understand French.

If you want to know,

we danced together
for three years.

I'm still
concerned about her.

And I happen to know she needs
the work very badly.

Hm, how touching.

I saw your concern.

Paul!

Where's he going?

His wife told me
the whole story--

that he became ill and...
Aw, baloney!

He's been drinking.
Those Polish people told me

he was there, backstage--

and suddenly he left
and didn't come back.

I never heard of anything
like this before in my life.

And I'll see that
nobody'll book him.

Take my word for it, nobody!
He's through!

Where were you?

To get a little fresh air,
if you don't mind.

I talked to a guy.

He'll get me a job,
downtown in a bar.

Nonsense. That's
a different kind of music.

That's not for you.
Well, I'll try.

What's the difference?
I'll play some old waltzes.

Aw, just another
disappointment.

Wouldn't it be easier to let me
take that modeling job?

No!

How about your agent?

Why doesn't
he help you out?

That poor devil.
He can't even help himself.

How about your friends?

What friends?

That society woman,
for instance.

Call her up,
ask her to help you out.

For her,
it'll be a cinch.

I can't.

Why not?

I owe her
enough money.

I--
No, it's impossible.

Is she jealous or angry
because you married me?

I don't think so,

but I didn't pay her
for about three months.

How much do you owe her?

Almost
three thousand.

That much?
For what?

I had to pay
my insurance premium.

So much for insurance?

I've never heard of that.

What kind of insurance?

I have my...

Paul, why don't
you answer me?

What?
What did you say?

I asked you
what kind of insurance.

Life?

No, it's
a special insurance.

Diana, it's Paul Marvan.

It's nice to hear
your voice again.

I'm slightly drunk...

I must admit,
I had to.

I, I needed courage
to call you.

I'm lost.

I'm, I'm desperate.

I need your help.

I need money.

Believe me, it's not easy
for me to call you

after I neglected
my obligations to you.

Paul, it wasn't only
your obligation to me,

it was
a little more than that.

But let's not discuss it.

I don't like to be here
just for emergencies.

It's humiliating.

And I don't intend to finance

or sponsor
your irresponsible adventures.

I know you understand, Paul.

Paul?

Are you there?

I'm sure
you must hate me.

Why should I hate you?

I just feel sorry
for both of us.

I brought you bad luck.

Money, money, money--
everything is money.

Isn't that silly?

No, it isn't.

Say, why don't you
call up that woman?

I did.

And...?

I can guess.

She'd help you
if I weren't around.

Oh, what's the use
talking about it?

So I was right.
She wanted you to leave me.

She didn't say
anything of the kind.

And if she did,
what's the difference?

I couldn't.

You mean
you couldn't live without me?

Maybe it's just
your imagination.

There's nothing
so special about me.

For a man of your standard,
I'm not even too intelligent.

My face, maybe it's cute.

So what?

Some people even think I look

a little cheap
with my bleached hair.

My legs are okay,
but nothing to rave about.

You're sure trying hard
to talk me out of yourself.

Just for the good
of both of us.

It's no use, my dear.

It's some sort
of strange fascination.

It's like a curse,
like a heavy veil.

I tried everything
to get out of it.

In my despair,
I even took you apart,

like a little toy.

Physically, I stripped you
to the bone.

Mentally, to a cheap
little tramp.

Everything went fine,
just fine.

But the first moment
you came near to me,

heh, I was lost again.

So what's the use.
It doesn't work.

Why are you laughing?

Does it sound
like laughing?

Ahem.

Oh, yes.
Uh, and you are...?

I'm Paul Marvan,
Mr. Frinn.

Oh, of course.
How can I help you?

I was recommended to you.

You see, I wrote a piano piece
some years ago.

It was very successful
in Prague, in Vienna,

in Salzburg, in Rome.

It has never
been published before,

and I thought
that maybe...

You mean serious music?
Yes.

No, I'm sorry. Don't you have
some, some hit tunes?

You know, for dance orchestras?
Things like that?

Well, I mean,
if you like it,

I could rearrange it
for...

Mr. Frinn...
Yes?

The boss wants to see you.

I'll be right back,
Mr. Marvan.

Oh, incidentally, that's a good
idea about that rearranging.

We'll see.

Could I make
a phone call, please?

Thank you.

Margo?

I just want to tell you
that everything looks very good.

Look, Paul,

it's hard for me
to tell you this.

But, well, I think it was all
a mistake, you and I.

But, Margo, I...

Let's be sensible.

I've made up my mind.

I want to go back
to show business, anyway.

So it'll be better
for the both of us if we...

You'll see that
everything will change.

No, Paul, it can't change.

I don't want
to go on like this.

I packed my things and I want
to be out before you get back.

I must get out.

Why, I feel like
I'm suffocating here

in this dirty, filthy place.

But, Margo, for heaven's sake,
don't let me down.

I'm-- I'm telling you,
I'll get some money.

I'm sure.

Oh, excuse me,
I'll be right through.

Margo, I can't talk now.

Look, please promise me
that you'll wait for me.

I must talk to you first.

But promise you'll wait.

All right, calm down.

I promise I'll wait.

All right.

Excuse me.
I had to call my wife.

Oh, that's
perfectly all right.

Well, I haven't much time.

If you wish to play
your composition,

uh, go right ahead.

Yes.

What happened?

Excuse me,
I-I'm a little upset.

I, I--

Why don't you come back
another time, Mr. Marvan?

Excuse me, I've got a lot
of things to do.

Don't you feel well?

Can I do something
for you?

Oh, heh.

I-I felt
a little dizzy,

but it's,
it's all right now.

Are you sure?

Thank you, yes, I...

Mr. Frinn, the man
who was here a while ago--

Yes, what happened?
His hand got caught
in a printing press.

For heaven's sake,
that's terrible.

Well, how did it happen?
Uh, I-I-I don't know.

Well, did somebody
call an ambulance?

Don't worry.
He doesn't feel any pain.

He's had
a lot of morphine.

Is, is it very bad?

Give it some time.

I think
you'd better go now.

Hello, Mrs. Marvan?

I'm June Fowler.

Mother asked me
to call you.

She's very sorry
about the accident,

and she told me
to ask you if...

Thank you.

It's very nice of you,
but I don't need anything.

Thanks. Bye.

It's that woman,
Mrs. Fowler.

She brought Paul
over from Europe.

And now she asks
what she can do to help.

What does the doctor say?

It's not as bad
as they expected.

They stopped
the machine just in time.

He'll get out of the hospital
in a few days.

But he'll never be able
to play again.

That's terrible.

What will happen then?

I don't know.

The insurance company
called about some papers.

I told them I didn't know
anything about it.

Well, don't worry.

Carlo said
he'll take care of you.

He's well-off now,
you know.

I can't take money
from Carlo.

From a friend?

From a fellow artist?

Why not?

He's still crazy
about you.

How do you know?

Oh, well, I know that
he'd let you dance

three solo numbers
and give you feature billing.

Did he tell you that?

Sure.

I would not make it up.

Well, what's the use?

Can you explain how the accident
happened, Mr. Marvan?

Did you,
uh, slip or...?

No, I, I fainted.

You see,
I had some trouble.

Financial trouble?

Partly.

I had a quarrel
with my wife.

Jealousy, you know.

Your wife is
very young and beautiful.

It's understandable.
Go ahead, please.

So I came
to the publisher's office

to play my composition and...

Pardon the intrusion,
Mrs. Marvan.

I'm Diana Fowler.

I know.

My husband
isn't home yet.

I came to see you,
Mrs. Marvan.

I'm quite tired of apologizing
for this terrible mess.

But I don't feel responsible,
believe it or not.

Oh, don't worry, please.

Sit down any place.
You'll get dirty anyway.

Thank you.

I must admit I'm not fit

to make a very good impression,
but I'm so tired.

Oh, I won't stay long.

If you came to offer me
financial help, thanks.

I don't need any.
My friends took care of that.

I hope you don't mind
if I close my eyes.

They hurt so badly.

No. No, not at all.

I understand Paul
is doing quite well.

He's to be discharged
in a few days.

I just talked to him
a little while ago.

He just got
his last check-up.

I was told as far as
his playing again is concerned,

it doesn't look too good.

Heh. That's the least
you can say about it.

It's really tragic.

But fortunately,
there's the insurance.

Good for him.

I hope it'll give him
some kind of security.

Well, you won't have to worry
for quite some time, at least.

Well, I don't worry
about myself.

As a matter of fact...

Yes?

Nothing.

May I guess?

It's such a delicate matter,

I'm rather afraid
of using the wrong words.

I'll try to take the words

for what they mean,
and not how they sound.

Well, Mrs. Marvan,

I believe it was ambition,
rather than love,

that attracted you to Paul.

It meant a great deal to you
to be the wife of a man

of his genius,
his social standing.

You tried very hard
to climb up to him,

but only succeeded
in dragging him down.

Forgive me for saying it.

All right,
I made a mistake.

But I didn't
mean anything bad.

I didn't want to hurt him.

It, it just happened so.

But Paul is madly
in love with you.

He's quite convinced
he can't live without you.

That's just the trouble.

Any sacrifice I make,

anything I'll do,
will lead to nothing.

I feel trapped.

I want to get out.

Oh, what shall I do?

And without his music,

he'll suffer even more.

He'll need peace, rest

and lots of patience.

Mrs. Fowler,
may I ask you a question?

Please do.

Are you in love with him?

No.

For a good actress,
the pause was a little too long.

Then consider me
a bad actress.

Why do you ask?

I need your help.

Well, how can I help you?

You can't expect me to talk you
into leaving Paul,

just to ease your conscience.

But if I do leave him--

not just for my sake,

but for the sake of both of us,

would you take care of him?

Do you think
I'd make a good nurse?

I'm sure you can give him all
those things you talked about--

rest, peace of mind
and patience.

What do you say?

It's open.

Oh, excuse me.

I didn't know
you had company.

That's all right.
I'm leaving right away.

If there's anything
I can do for you, Mrs. Marvan,

anything at all,
please let me know.

Goodbye.

Oh, Carlo!

I'm going
to let you go home today,

but I want to see you Friday,
and then every third day.

Come shaved next time.
Hm.

Tell me, Doctor,
what's the final verdict?

Give it time,
and let's hope.

That's all I can say
for the present.

Hm. Thank you.

Oh, are you still here?

The insurance company called.

I told them
you had gone home.

Miss Peterson,
thank you for everything.

Goodbye.
Good luck, sir.

Thank you.

Margo?

Margo?

Hello...

Mr. Marvan?

International Insurance Company
of Geneva.

Jack Low speaking.

Say, could you come over?

A very important
matter came up.

I'm sorry, I can't.

I'm...

What is it?

We have a man here,

an employee
of the publishing company,

who claims that he saw you

just a few seconds
before your accident.

We have
his statement here,

and we'd like
to confront you with him

before we proceed farther.

Can you read it to me
over the phone?

But don't you think,
Mr. Marvan,

that all this business about
your staring at your hand

before the accident
could involve you in a very...

Uh, I mean,
if you insist on going ahead

with your application,
we must take it to court.

You know what
that could mean?

Thank you
for giving me the chance.

Destroy the application.

Hey, why don't you play
something gay, you bum?