"Subtitles:" "Luís Filipe Bernardes" "Sir Thomas, that horse of yours is dead lame." "You ought to get rid of him." "I know it, Lady Teel, I'm planning to." "I shall leave more room in my stables for those new mares coming in." "And the Countess Balakireff." "Her string of mounts taking up so much space." "My stables are always at the disposal of such a gallant horsewoman." "Look at her now!" "By Jove, she's wonderful!" "Toffee!" "Bravo!" "I'll say." "Oh, you're a lot of fools." "How old are you Reagan?" "Twenty-eight, your ladyship." "Six years in your service." "I thought you were a lot older." "Oh, tea!" "Won't you have some?" "Cocktails!" "Would you like to have a cocktail?" "Yes." "Here comes Lord Northmore now." "With the Countess." "Doesn't she look charming." "I thought you'd left your complexion in the mud when you barged me this morning." "I'd quite forgotten the incident." "And your clumsiness." "Well, I'm afraid I've been rather a mess." "My horse took a confounded fall." "Be careful you don't repeat it." "What?" "The fall." "Your darling Patricia isn't here to protect you, my dear." "It was a bit cold out in the course today." "Doesn't Patricia ever hunt?" "Quite." "But not with horses." "But you can't hunt foxes without horses." "Patricia doesn't hunt foxes." "What then, my dear?" "Ideals, in London." "Poor girl." "All she'll find is probably trouble." "It's easy to hunt trouble without anything." "Except curiosity." "Patricia." "When you play like that." "With you for my inspiration..." "I will always play like that." "I, um..." "I want you to join me in a toast." "To my future son-in-law, Lord Northmore." "Lord Northmore." "Thank you." "Thank you very much." "And, in response... may I drink to the charming lady who is going to make me the happiest of men." "Patricia." "Patricia!" "And may I also express the hope that absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder." "Is Sir Thomas Hanley at home?" "Why yes, sir." "He's at dinner." "Who is he here, Briggs?" "The usual guests, Miss Patricia." "Shall I tell Sir Thomas that you're home?" "No, never mind." "They'll be out almost in a minute now." "Thank you, Briggs." "But Patricia, I must see your father alone." "Now do let me handle everything." "Really, my dear." "You know, it is my place." "Please, Paul." "You don't know Father." "No, no, that is just it." "Good evening, everybody." "Hello, Patricia, my dear." "I'm so glad to see you." "Thanks, Percy." "This is Lord Northmore." "My husband, Mr. Gherardi." "Your..." "I say, what was that you said?" "Gherardi." "My husband." "Y...y... your husband?" "Oh, yes, of course, your husband." "Patricia!" "What was that you said just now?" "I was introducing my husband, Mr. Gherardi, to Lord Northmore." "Paul, this is Father." "How do you do, sir?" "Uh... uh... quite so." "Percy, do be a good fellow, won't you?" "And introduce Paul to everybody." "I haven't seen Father today and I'm quite sure he wants to talk to me." "I do, rather." "You'll pardon us, won't you, Paul?" "Certainly, ma chérie." "And don't talk about music." "Just horses." "Come on, Daddy." "You can't wheedle me this time." "I'm furious!" "I know it." "And the library is a much better place for a scene." "Oh, I..." "When you were a child it was stray cats you brought home." "But I'm older now, Father." "Oh..." "I say..." "What did you say your name was?" "Gherardi." "Gherardi." "Oh yes, of course, Gherardi." "Oh, Duchess, may I introduce Mr. uh..." "Mr...." "Gherardi." "Gherardi." "The Duchess of Brougham." "Your Grace." "I didn't catch the name." "Paul Gherardi." "English?" "British subject, shall we say, for the present." "Not a relative of the Shropshire Gherardis?" "No, I do not think it is likely." "But then, very little is known of my father." "I've never heard of another family with that name." "And I have never heard of them." "What?" "Never heard of the Shropshire Gherardis?" "No, Madame." "Well, we had a jolly fine run today." "Do you hunt?" "Well..." "After a fashion." "What pack?" "Well, I have been one of them so long... it doesn't really matter." "I say, how delightfully democratic." "Where do you hunt?" "In London." "But something more elusive than the fox." "I've hunted all my life." "I'd like to know what that can be." "A living." "A trade?" "Oh, no, no..." "No, I play the..." "I play the violin." "Oh, how awful!" "I had always hoped that I was not." "I'm sure you aren't." "Thank you." "Oh, but I am awful on the horse." "Oh, yes, I think it is so brave of you all, this horse riding." "I only did it once and I soon come off." "Fortunately for me, my horse he was close beside a canal and when the silly animal he was off his guard, I push him in." "You pushed your horse into the canal?" "Yes, Madame, before he bite me." "Oh!" "Oh!" "Thank you." "Goodbye, Daddy." "I'm sorry you won't give us your blessing." "I'd sort of hoped that..." "Where are you going?" "Home." "This is your home." "Not anymore." "I'm married now." "You couldn't expect Paul to let you support him." "But you can't expect a poor violinist to support you." "At least I presume he's poor." "Yes." "I always said I would call it that." "We'll have to start out rather modestly at first, I suppose." "But I still have the money that grand-mother left me." "How long do you think that's going to last you?" "Paul is going to be famous someday." "All he needs is a start." "He made a pretty good one marrying into our family." "He didn't seem awed a bit." "What?" "In fact, I had a hard time persuading him to come here tonight." "Do you mean to say that beggar didn't want to meet me?" "He didn't want you to misconstrue his motives in marrying me." "I love him." "And he loves me." "Well I'll be..." "Goodbye, Daddy." "I'll mail you our address." "Patricia." "Remember, if you do this thing, you'll not only cut yourself off from me, but from all decent society." "I must come to your next recital." "Thank you." "I hope you will." "Will you pardon me." "We must be going now, Paul." "My dear." "Good night." "So glad to have seen you again." "Your Paul is quite charming." "I think so." "Good night." "I hope I'll see you again." "Very soon." "Both of you." "Thank you." "Good night." "Patricia." "Who was that woman?" "I never can remember names." "Oh, Countess Olga Balakireff." "They call her London's most daring horsewoman." "That is odd." "She talked to me of nothing but music." "Not surprising at all." "The countess is very versatile." "You rang, Madame?" "Throw this to those singers, Higgins, and wish them a Merry Christmas." "Very good, Madame." "Merry Christmas to you." "Thank you." "Thank you, sir." "Leave it open, Higgins." "Madame, it's snowing outside." "I know it." "You're getting more cold-blooded every day." "Yes, Madame." "Higgins." "Madame?" "I never knew you had pale blue eyes." "I hate pale blue eyes." "Funny, I never noticed it before." "Yes, Madame." "I think I'll send you back to the kennels where you belong, Higgins." "Thank you, Madame." "Merry Christmas." "It is, isn't it?" "Even if we are as poor as church mice." "Oh, my dear, I am so sorry." "It must be a great comedown for you after past years." "Now you're fishing again." "All right." "I'm the unhappiest woman in London." "Ah, but I know you're not." "Such conceit is colossal." "Now I know that I've married a genius." "But I have the right to be conceited... being able to hold you at all... through all these months of poverty." "I think I deserve a medal or something." "Downtrodden wife sticks to poor violinist through thick and thin." "You make me feel very heroic." "You are heroic." "And oh, oh so sweet." "For that I'll have to kiss you." "Now you know how happy I really am." "A clever woman should never give herself away like that." "Oh, it's cold in here." "I know, my fingers they are getting stiff." "Sit down here and I'll rub them for you." "Oh, what should I do without you?" "Probably practice until you became unconscious." "Well, I must be at my very best today." "You know, it is perhaps my chance for recognition." "Jacobsen said all I needed now was someone to sponsor me." "I know it, dear." "Is Jacobsen a good agent?" "Oh, I am lucky to have him." "You know, he arranges all the concerts and music halls for the best people in London." "You don't know who might be there today." "Where is it?" "Um, somewhere in the West End." "I don't know the name." "Jacobsen only gave me the address." "But you can be quite sure it will be someone of great importance." "Oh, you must be getting along." "It's almost 3 o'clock." "Three o'clock?" "Oh, yes, I must not keep Serge waiting." "He will be very nervous and he will not be able to play his notes." "Hello, Serge." "Where have you been?" "You look like a snowman." "Who wouldn't, waiting out here in the pavement?" "But Jacobsen told me 3 o'clock." "It must be long after that." "All the guests have gone in." "Oh, Serge." "A lot of swells." "Who lives here?" "Nothing less than a Duke, whatever his name is." "Mr. Gherardi is here." "Won't you come in, sir." "Here he comes now!" "Make way for his limbs." "Please, please!" "Oh, please!" "Hey, who are you jumping?" "I'm sorry." "If you'd just let me through." "I'm Mrs. Gherardi." "Clear the way!" "Let her through." "I'm so sorry, my dear." "So am I." "Those poor women." "I couldn't help it, you know." "I know it." "Any casualty tonight?" "A button." "That will have to be fixed before you go on." "Those confounded souvenir hunters!" "I hope the silly girl she swallows the button!" "The air seems charged with electricity." "Can't you feel it?" "Certainly a bit thick." "So sorry to annoy you, my dear." "And you don't smoke, Mrs. Poulthwaite?" "No, dear." "I'm too highly strung." "My friends tell me I have the artistic flair." "You know." "And when Gherardi plays, I can't describe it." "But he gives me something." "Oh, he's here!" "I am Mrs. Poulthwaite." "But no introductions are necessary between us." "Oh, Madame, you are so right." "I've done nothing but talk of your divine art." "An inexhaustible subject, I am sure." "I often wonder... how you spend your days before you pour out your soul to us at night." "Mostly on the golf course." "Do you play at all?" "Golf?" "No." "I'm afraid my whole life is taken up with art." "That hardest of taskmasters." "Yes, it is , isn't it?" "And one cannot serve both golf and Mammon." "I beg your pardon?" "It doesn't really matter, no." "If you will please excuse me, the exigencies of my art..." "You understand." "You're looking so well, my dear." "Perfectly charming." "Quite like Patricia Hanley again." "It's Mrs. Gherardi now, though, isn't it?" "Yes." "We really are married, you know." "I could sit and listen to him play for hours." "It must be so interesting being married to a genius." "It is." "They make such model husbands." "So rarely home, you know." "Still I suppose he does belong to the public." "Paul always says that." "One must be generous." "Every time it is something." "You'd lose your head if it wasn't fastened to your shoulders." "That's not a reason why you should lose yours before a concert." "Don't talk back to me, Serge." "You know perfectly well I cannot play without my white silk handkerchief." "Please be more quiet." "They'll hear you out there." "Oh, haven't they gone yet?" "They're going." "But you must remember, Paul, you're not at home." "But my white silk handkerchief is lost." "I've brought one with me." "What should I do without you?" "Probably use your artistic temperament completely." "What is that for?" "Your coat." "Oh, yes." "You are so cool, so calm... so peaceful." "You used to be." "I am very nervous tonight." "All those silly women." "Now, who was that last one, Mrs..." "Mrs..." "Mrs. Bla-bla-bla something." "I didn't notice." "Probably just one of your gallery girls." "Ah, gallery girls." "You're not getting jealous, are you?" "Who?" "Of all those silly women, I mean." "What, dear?" "Patricia, you are not listening to me." "Yes, I am." "What was it you said?" "I asked you if you were getting jealous." "Because you've arrived?" "Hardly, Paul." "I know just how susceptible you are to flattery." "Oh, no, no, no." "There you are quite wrong." "I do not know anyone who is less influenced by that sort of thing than I am." "On the contrary." "I feel myself slowly degenerating into the great man's wife... in spite of myself." "What are you talking about?" "Haven't you ever noticed her tagging behind every great man?" "To her husband she's sort of watchdog." "And to other women a human monster who holds her man with a cup of tea, and a needle and thread." "Oh, don't be so foolish, Patricia." "I won't listen to you." "Paul, look at me." "Are you ill?" "Ill?" "No, why?" "Every once in a while you get the most haunted look in your eyes." "Haunted?" "Are you trying to flatter me with the ghosts of the past?" "It isn't a ghost." "It's still alive." "What do you mean?" "Oh, I can't explain it." "But it's there." "And you're so pale lately." "You have been brought up with apple-cheeked, port ridden faces" "Let me tell you, Patricia, there is no such thing as a musician with a fox hunter's complexion." "Oh, and they're all pale and interesting, is that it?" "What are you driving at?" "Your health." "And I think you should see a doctor." "No, no, he would only tell me to rest... and if I stopped now after working so long," "I shall probably be very ill and maybe I shall die, hm?" "But you're always so strung." "No, I'm all right, really." "But if only people would let me alone!" "People?" "Yes, I'm naturally very nervous before a concert." "Please, Patricia, don't get me all worked up like this before I go on." "They are waiting for you." "All right, all right, I'm coming." "Oh, how can I play after all this?" "At your best, Paul." "I'm sure of it." "And I think it's better if I don't sit in the box tonight." "You think of everything, don't you?" "It has made me very nervous lately to see you sit there." "Yes." "Shall I wait for you?" "No..." "No, no, you are very tired and I shall be a little late tonight." "Jacobsen again." "Yes, he has some new contract to discuss." "You might as well have an owl for your agent." "He is very wide awake, isn't he?" "They'll be tired of applauding for you in a minute." "Good night, my dear." "The concert's over early, ma'am." "I didn't go to the concert." "Shall you be wanting anything, ma'am?" "No." "Oh, don't forget Mr. Gherardi's warm milk." "At what time, ma'am?" "Well, just get it ready." "I'll heat it." "Very good, ma'am." "There is a great crowd again here tonight." "Doesn't sound so formidable." "Oh, your guests are always formidable, my dear." "I..." "I cannot play again tonight." "I'm too tired." "I know just how you feel." "I have a little headache myself." "My head feels positively empty." "Just go in for one moment." "Then make your excuses." "Oh... must I?" "I'd rather you did." "Oh, Martin." "Yes, milady?" "A bottle of champagne and two glasses in my boudoir." "Very good, milady." "And Martin, bring Mr. Gherardi's violin." "Very good, milady." "Mr. Gherardi!" "What's the matter, Paul?" "I don't know." "I have that strange dizziness again." "Maybe it's the wine." "Yes, that must be it." "Or my nerves." "No, it cannot be the wine, I..." "I didn't drink enough." "Come here and let me rub your head." "No, no, no, no." "I must make myself... remember that phrase." "I have begun to forget lately." "What would I do if I could not play anymore?" "How absurdly you talk." "It is so peculiarly difficult to remember those notes." "Ah, yes." "Yes, it has come back to me." "All right now?" "Yes, I think so." "Now that I can play..." "I don't want to anymore." "Paul, look at me." "And how can I play... when you are looking at me like that?" "That's rather a dubious compliment, isn't it?" "You know what I mean?" "I play, play, play!" "Everyone thinks I'm a machine for their amusement." "You are tired, aren't you?" "Yes, I..." "I think I am going home." "That would be a novelty." "Good night, Paul." "You know very well I can't go." "You can't?" "Or don't want to?" "All the same, I'm going." "Good night, Paul." "Please leave me alone." "I'm perfectly all right." "Very good, sir." "This way, please." "Oh, what has happened, Paul?" "Nothing, nothing." "It's only these fellows would leave me alone." "But it must be something to bring you home in an ambulance like this." "He's just fainted, madam." "It ain't no case to worry about." "Where will we take him, madam?" "Right in there, please." "Are you really all right, dear?" "Oh, yes, yes." "I can get undressed by myself, thank you." "But what happened?" "Oh, nothing, nothing..." "Jacobsen, he kept me very late, I... discussing the contract." "I was very tired, and I..." "I just fainted, that's all." "You better let us help you get undressed..." "Leave me alone..." "All right..." "All right, you can help me." "Yes?" "Who is it?" "I'm the doctor." "Did they bring the patient in here?" "Yes, in this bedroom here." "Oh, thank you." "Patricia!" "Why, Alan Pomeroy." "Doctor Alan Pomeroy now." "Doctor?" "What on earth are you doing back in England?" "Just trying to capitalize on some important-looking diplomas they gave me in Vienna and Berlin." "Patricia, what are you talking about?" "Just because I take your advice and have the doctor?" "There is no need for him to verbally vivisect me." "He's not, Paul." "Better let me go in alone." "But my husband is all right, isn't he?" "Oh, quite." "I'm sorry to have frightened you with the ambulance, but it was the most comfortable way of getting him home." "His nerves are in bad shape and he needs a good rest." "But he'll be all right." "Oh, it is you." "Well, Gherardi, how are you feeling now?" "I'm all right, thank you." "Remember what I told you." "What you need is rest and quiet." "I'll drop in and see you tomorrow." "Oh, no, no, no." "No, I shall be quite all right in the morning." "All I need now is a little sleep." "Good night." "Good night." "I'm Doctor Pomeroy's chauffeur." "I think this belongs here." "Thank you." "How is he?" "He'll be asleep soon." "There's nothing serious the matter, if he obeys orders." "Figure running into you again." "Didn't you ever expect me to get married?" "Oh, yes." "Every time I suggested it." "Well, you see, I finally followed your suggestion." "Rather too literally for the unselfish applause of any bitter rival." "When did you give up globetrotting?" "When I took up Medicine as a pursuit... instead of you." "You probably made a very wise choice." "And I sincerely hope you have." "From the bottom of my heart." "Thank you, Alan." "How did Paul ever happen to get you of all the doctors in London?" "They called me." "I live quite close..." "I see." "The Countess Balakineff is a very close friend of ours." "She was very wise not to worry you by phoning." "Yes, the Countess has always been so thoughtful." "What is wrong with my husband?" "Oh, just too much popularity." "I'm glad it's nothing serious." "It won't be if he does what I tell him." "He's on the verge of a nervous breakdown." "We just caught it in time." "You're sure?" "If he obeys orders." "There must be no late hours, a sane diet and no excitement of any kind." "But of course you know his profession." "Yes, and I'm afraid he'll have to give it up for the present... if he expects to continue it in the future." "In fact, he must give up all his present habits." "Here's a rough diet for a starter." "And I advise you to take him for a complete rest away from London." "But you don't know my husband." "Are you quite sure that you do?" "Very few know a genius." "Except his valet." "Or his wife." "I think I'd better call again to see how he's getting on." "May I?" "Of course you may." "Any time, Alan." "I'm sure Paul needs medical attention, he's not quite himself lately." "Yes, these cases sometimes require patience." "I'll drop by tomorrow." "Do." "Patricia, my milk is cold." "Patricia!" "Patricia!" "My milk is cold and my room is too hot." "All right, Paul." "I'm coming." "Is that necessary at this hour?" "I said is that necessary at this hour?" "Well, I must do something." "How flattering you are, my dear." "So are you, ma chérie." "I have to begin again sometime, you know?" "Or they'll forget me." "How will they ever forget you?" "When you make such terrible noises." "What if I should lose my technique?" "I'm afraid you already have, my dear." "I only need a little practice, you know." "Patricia." "Daddy." "How's my little pet?" "Little?" "You flatter me." "I'm nearly three pounds heavier." "Glad to see me?" "If you're not here to say I told you so." "On the contrary." "I'm here to tell you that I am proud of you." "Because Paul and I have separated?" "No, because you've taken offenses like a thoroughbred, that's why." "I came to ask you to come home." "But I can't do that." "You don't mean to tell me that you're still in love with this..." "No." "I'm quite sure that it's dead." "But my pride is still very much alive." "The papers are full of innuendos, scandals, columns gossiping about it..." "You've got to give up his name." "Please, I know." "But I must work things out in my own way." "Alone." "I rather thought you'd accept my help." "I can't, Daddy." "Not now." "I haven't decided what I want to do." "Just yet." "That's dinner." "Yes." "Will you have something?" "No, thank you." "I rather hoped you'd come and have a bite with me." "I'm sorry." "Some other time?" "I'd love to." "Pardon, ma'am." "It's the same gentleman again, ma'am." "I told him you were not at home." "Well, I'd better be going." "Goodbye, Pat, dear." "Good night, Daddy." "Good night." "Alan!" "Sir Thomas!" "How are you?" "Splendid." "Glad to see you again, old fellow." "How's the hunting?" "I was going to ask you that." "I guess I've forgotten how." "Nonsense." "One never forgets those things." "Have you seen Patricia lately?" "Patricia's in now." "She sent me to tell you." "Can I go straight in?" "She's expecting you." "Well..." "Goodbye, Sir Thomas." "And thank you." "Good night, old fellow." "There's something about a fire." "I know." "And it was positively stupid of me letting the gramophone turn itself off." "And it took you the entire evening to find just the proper musical setting, didn't it?" "Well, you see, I have a childlike faith in uh... soul vibrations." "And not much in gramophones anymore, I'm afraid." "Well, they're better than radios." "Imagine having a perfectly good proposal interrupted by uh... the announcement of the weather forecast." "Silence would be better than that, wouldn't it?" "It's the only answer you've ever given me." "Except soul vibrations." "I find it much more discreet to trust myself to them." "You're very tantalizing at times, Patricia." "So are you." "But you must listen to me." "I know it, that's the trouble." "You can't expect me to go on like this." "I don't." "I'm going to send you home now." "Oh, no!" "It's twelve o'clock." "What a reputation you will have with the porter." "And the first strange man to come here, too." "Well, I should hope so." "I think you'd better leave by the window." "Oh, no." "It would make me look too experienced." "And you really aren't at all." "Maybe you're right." "I've never tried burglary." "I'll say it for you." "You shouldn't have done that, Alan." "Could I have my answer?" "Alan, you're positively incorrigible." "Well, that sounds encouraging." "What about lunch tomorrow?" "What do my soul vibrations say?" "Yes." "Shall we make it at one?" "Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?" "Well, you see, I have only one visiting card left." "Who on earth could that be at this hour?" "Wait a minute." "Telegram for Mrs. Gherardi." "Thank you." "What is it?" "What's the matter?" "A telegram from Serge." "Serge?" "Paul's accompanist." "Oh." "Paul was stricken on the stage tonight." "Another fainting spell?" "He's helpless." "He may never be able to play again." "How awful, Alan." "How horrible that will be for Paul." "I warned him." "Where is he?" "At the hospital." "He's alone and asking for me." "What are you going to do?" "I must go to him." "And then?" "A sick man has no one to care for him but his wife." "And his physician." "You will need my help." "If you can give it generously." "Under the circumstances, anything but generosity would be impossible." "I'll get my wrap." "Patricia!" "Patricia, do you hear?" "I am thirsty." "Do you think I do not know?" "Why you stand out there in the wind." "I was watching the ocean." "It is very beautiful today." "So blue... and peaceful." "What else were you watching?" "There is nothing else to watch down here." "Except?" "Alan Pomeroy's car." "Every day you're out there... waiting." "Is there anything else to wait for?" "No." "Not for you to." "Please, Paul." "Don't start that all over again." "If you keep yourself worked up, you'll never get well." "I won't anyway." "But do not forget." "My brain is not paralyzed." "Your will seems to be." "How can you improve if you don't try to help the doctor?" "And why should I help him?" "Do you think I do not know... why you came back to me?" "You should, Oh..." "I do." "It was because you could not desert a helpless cripple for another man." "Paul!" "Even your society would rebel... against such a divorce." "And remember this, Patricia." "Whatever happens..." "I will always be lying here... between you." "Well, here comes your gay Lothario." "Go." "Go quickly!" "Run to meet him!" "Tell him what I have just said and see how long he'll hang around here." "Hello, Pat." "You're late today, Alan." "Yes, I'm afraid I am rather." "You haven't given up hope, have you?" "Has he?" "Paul doesn't seem to want to get well." "That's his greatest handicap." "I can't quite understand it." "I can." "But he must get well, Alan." "For his own sake he must." "Well, it's been nearly a month since the operation." "And he can't move a finger." "Is there nothing further one can do?" "There is no better surgeon than Dr. Krause of Vienna." "How awful it would be for Paul... if the operation proved a complete failure." "I'm afraid it has." "Well, Gherardi, how's everything today?" "Oh, marvelous." "The sea is such a beautiful blue." "At least so they tell me." "Well, I'm glad to see you so much more cheerful." "Who would not be?" "It is spring again." "And the birds are singing." "Oh, you've heard them." "We're having our first touch of summer." "Pretty soon it will be the month of lovers." "Lovers?" "Yes." "For some people." "Do you feel that?" "What?" "Feel that?" "No." "Nor that?" "No." "Try to move your fingers like you used to when you played the violin." "You know very well I cannot!" "Oh, why do you torture me like this?" "Don't touch me again." "I'm afraid it's no use." "I'm sorry, Gherardi." "I wish I could help you." "You can!" "By going away." "And never coming back again." "I might as well." "I've done everything I can." "And all you are going to." "I'm disappointed." "We trusted too much in Dr. Krause's skill." "Undoubtedly." "But... in the garden of Eden there was a serpent, you know." "I'm afraid the worthy Dr. Krause would hardly take that as a compliment." "Goodbye." "No use my coming back." "It is hopeless?" "You're quite sure?" "For him and for us." "Goodbye, Pat." "Would you like to walk to the car with me?" "Yes, I would." "Why... you can walk!" "And play, too." "I have known it for some time." "And still you laid there like that?" "How long has it been since you've known?" "Ever since the doctor took off my bandages." "I found out when he left." "That afternoon." "Then you're all right again, Paul?" "You're all right." "No." "No, I have just discovered." "I am all wrong." "But how wonderful the operation wasn't a failure after all." "It was not." "But I am." "My heart too was paralyzed." "With fame." "And I cannot expect you to live here anymore." "Among all my ghosts." "You are free, Patricia." "Perhaps." "We are both free, Paul." "Yes..." "Yes, I suppose we are." "I can always go back to my violin." "While you..." "You can go to him." "Anytime you wish to now." "It must have taken something more than... mere selfishness to make you lie motionless between me and my happiness." "Just cowardice." "I wanted so to hold you." "And I only succeeded in making myself very melodramatic." "Imagine my trying to hold you with pity." "When love was all that was necessary." "Subtitles:" "Luís Filipe Bernardes"