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she was lo. plain lo in the morning. standing four feet ten in one sock. she was lola in slacks. she was dolly at school. she was dolores on the dotted line. in my arms, she was always... lolita. light of my life. fire of my loins.
my sin. my soul. but there might have beenno lolita at all... had i not first met annabel. we were both 14. whatever happens to a boyduring the summer he's 14... can mark him for life. that hotel you see, the mirana... that belonged to us.
she wanted to be a nurse. i wanted to be a spy. all at once we were madly,hopelessly in love. four months later, she died of typhus. the shock of her deathfroze something in me. the child i loved was gone. but i kept looking for her... long after i'd leftmy own childhood behind. the poison was in the wound, you see.
and the wound wouldn't heal. i probably should havejoined the priesthood. instead, i accepted a teaching postat beardsley college in america. i had a summer freebefore the fall semester. i thought i'd finisha textbook i was working on. a survey of french literaturefor american students. i took my advance... and went to live at the house of friendsof my late uncle's, the mccoos... in the new england town of ramsdale.
but on arriving, i foundthat it was no longer there. however, a friend of mrs mccoo... a widow, mrs charlotte haze... agreed to accommodate me. - goddamn dog! one minute. something's burnin'. lord have mercy! mrs haze'll be down in one. is that professor humbert,louise? tell him i'll be down in one.
she'll be down in one! monsieur humbert. yes. mrs haze, is it? charlotte. i am so pleasedto make your acquaintance. frank mccoo told me all aboutyour scholarly pursuits. i myself just cherish the french tongue. i wonder, could i...
come in. harold and i, the late mr haze... we simply adored mexico. the whole ideaof a culture that sophisticated. and we think of them as primitive. i mean, look at us! indeed, yes. upstairs. i and lo have our rooms just there.
and this is your room. space for a desk, anything you want. and at $20 a month,you can't beat the price. and here's the bathroom.it's a bit of a mess. and this is the kitchen. now, if you have any specialfood needs, you just say. i don't know if ramsdale can provide youwith foie grass, like you're used to. what's that? timetable. for when i
i was hoping i wouldn't have to. but i think i've got togo back to new york. oh, you're not toofavourably impressed. no... there's abaudelaire conference... this is not a neat household,but you would be very comfortable here. very comfortable indeed. don't say no untilyou've seen the piazza. come. well, i call it the piazza.
it's so much workto keep it healthy and green. it's a life's work. that's my lo. and these are my lilies. i love lilies. - lily's a nice name, don't you think?- beautiful. beautiful! how much did you say the room was? a normal man...
given a group photographof schoolgirls... and asked to point outthe loveliest one... will not necessarily choosethe nymphet among them. you have to be an artist... a madman, full of shameand melancholy and despair... in order to recognise the littledeadly demon among the others. she stands... unrecognised by them... unconscious herselfof her fantastic power.
- see you later, alligator.- after a while, crocodile! - real soon, daniel boone.- get fucked, daffy duck. don't know why...there's no sun up in the sky stormy weather since my man and i ain't together... you woke me up. - sorry. i'll stop. dolores!have you made your bed?
no, i have not made my bed. i asked you to make your bed, didn't i? no. you asked me if i'd made my bed. make your bed. - now! i long for some terrific disaster... earthquake. spectacular explosion. make your bed!
her mother instantly eliminated. along with everybody elsefor miles around. lolita... in my arms. i'm sleepy today. me too. have you been having trouble sleeping? you can't imagine. am i getting a zit?
what? do you see a pimple on my chin? you look absolutely perfect to me. wanna see my chin wobble? ok. humbert! humbert... is she keeping you up? i beg your pardon?
no! no. no, i'm... no. well, it's probably just a 24-hour bug. he was looking forward to meeting you. has anybody seen my other sneaker?! your breakfast, professor humbert. don't tell mother,but i ate all your bacon. - dolores, that was mrs farlow.- so?
rose has a temperatureand can't go to hourglass lake. - oh, yeah?- do not use that tone with me! are you ready for church? i'm not going to that disgusting church. - young lady...- no picnic, no church. that is fine with me.it is your conscience. i want your room spick-and-spanwhen i get home. - and wash your hair, young lady.- i did wash it! - when?- a couple of months ago.
i could be a dancer. that's a major option. cos i do have a natural grace. - you know. a kind of sad beauty.- sort of sad is right. i'd like to see you dance sometime. little girls always want to beballerinas, don't they? i know i did. but i was - how should i put it? -a tad too... plump? - is that the right word?- yes.
i'll get more vouvray. make her take usto hourglass lake tomorrow. me? she'll do anything you say. she's getting a thing about you. whisper, whisper. what are you two so cosy about? did i ever tell you both that... i was once a...
that i was once a... that i...i was once a cook in the north pole? - a cook?- well, not exactly a cook. i opened a few cans. it was a weather expedition.and i shot a polar bear. - no!- well, i didn't hit it. why shoot a polar bear?that's a lousy thing to do. because i found it... with its face - listen to this -in the ice-cream mixer.
i couldn't let that passbecause we lived off ice cream. you're out of your gourd, humpy. will you stop fidgeting with the doll? and now we all thinkthat lo should go to bed. lo? what do you mean "we", paleface? so, as i was saying, there i waswith my white polar-bear gun... - to blend in. it's for me!
hello? no, i'm sorry. she's busy. i hope you will forgiveher bad manners. - now what?! look! it's my modern dance creation! dolores haze, turn that music down! she is a pest. just slap her hardif she interferes with your meditations. psst! do you know that i haveone most ambitious dream?
to get a hold of a real trained maid... like that german girlthat the talbots spoke of... and have her live in the house. - no room.- oh, chã©ri, chã©ri. you underestimate the possibilitiesof our humble household. we'd put her in lo's room. i intended to turn that holeinto a guest room anyway. but where would lo sleep? little lo does not enterthe picture at all.
little lo goes straight from campto a good boarding school... with strict disciplineand some sound religious training. i won't go! i want all of these name tagssewn on your clothes by tomorrow. i don't want to go. i didn't ask your opinion! i don't want to go and you can't make me. look, we all think it's a good idea. professor humbert thinksit's a good idea,
i think it's a good idea,and you are going! double-crosser! i asked you to put that suitcasein the car an hour ago! louise, thank you so muchfor helping the poor child. goddamn it! dolores, i told you to put this lunchbasket in the back seat! why always tell me to do everything? i'm the one that won't be eating it. louise! brussels sproutsand meat loaf for dinner.
- all right. drive careful.- thank you. let's go! - bye, my baby.- bye, louise. you be good. i'm gonna miss you. dolores! let's go! speed it up! get in the car! now what?! that child! - louise, maybe tenderloin.- that'd be good.
i'm waiting! if i've told you once,i've told you a thousand times... not to make me wait in the car. if you weren't going to camp,i would ground you. mr humble! these damn stairsare gonna be the death of me. mr humble? i have something for you. oh, yes.
i'm leaving, but i'll be back later. what the hell he doin' in there? "this is a confession. i love you. i'm a passionate and lonely woman... and you are the love of my life. now you know. so please, destroy this letter and go. i shall return by dinner timeand you must be gone by then.
you see, chã©ri,if i found you at home... the fact of your remainingwould mean only one thing. that you want me as much as i do you,as a lifelong mate... and that you are ready to link upyour life with mine for ever and ever... and be a father to my little girl." two weeks later,we were married in a simple ceremony. big haze made sure little hazewas not in attendance. this is bliss. this is heaven on earth.isn't it, hump?
are you working on your book? oh, a secret drawer.what's in there? locked-up love letters. where's the key? hidden. during the six weekswe'd been married... i successfully avoidedmost of my husbandly duties. throughout july, i'd been offeringcharlotte various sleeping tablets... which she gobbled down happily.
she was a great taker of pills. i'm in the mood for love simply because you're near me funny, but when you're near me heaven is in your eyes bright as the stars we're under oh, is it any wonder... the last dose i had triedhad knocked her out for four hours. but that was not enoughto guarantee me an undisturbed night.
at last! i think i must be immune. wh... what would you give meif you wanted to to knock out... say, a cow? j-just for... seven or eight hours. so that... you know, the cow... would stay asleep? even if you weretossing and turning next to it.
well... why don't you... try these? they're new. my wife takes them and... i don't hear a peep out of herall night long. sounds like just the thing. i'm home! "the haze woman."
"the fat cow"? "the obnoxious mamma"? well, the "old stupid haze woman"is no longer your dupe. charlotte! you're a monster. - you're a despicable, criminal monster. - now...- if you come near me i'll scream! - let me just...- get away from me! i'm leaving tonight.
you can keep this house.i don't care. but you will never seethat miserable brat ever again. now get out of my sight! charlotte, you mustn't... you mustn't ruin our lives. that's... that's just...that's just a fragment of... a novel i'm writing. i used your name on those...
just for... convenience. i'll get us a drink. a nice stiff drinkwill clear both our heads. charlotte,i made us a nice stiff drink! yes? but that's ridiculous. there's this man on the phonesaying you've been killed, charlotte. charlotte? i'm... i'm sorry.
stand back, please. where's my wife? - are you mr humbert?- i am. she ran right in front of me. i... i didn't even see her. sir? i'm sorry, sir. is this mrs humbert? sir...
is this mrs humbert? oh, god... oh, god... oh, god! she was walking to the mailbox. she was going to mail these letters. i'm sorry. thank you. i'll go and... lie down, officer. - will that be all right?- you go right ahead, sir.
i'll just be across inthe house if you... is that the enchanted hunters hotel? yes. this is mr humbert. tomorrow night. just the one night, please. yes, a room with twin beds. for two.well, one and a half people, really. it's just for me and my... my short... my small daughter.
she should be here any minute. i sent charlie for her over at the barn. - who's charlie?- come on, come on. it's such a pleasure to watchour young people make friends. - so who is this charlie?- here she is. hi, dad! and mum, mum and - how's mum?- well... the doctors aren't quite sure. it's something abdominal.
abominable? abdominal. she's in a special hospitalover in lepingville. so... i thought we'd... we'd... go over to briceland... spend the night there and...visit the hospital tomorrow. or the next day. so, did you have a good time at camp? you know, i missed you.
i missed you a lot. well, i didn't miss you. in fact, i've beenrevoltingly unfaithful to you. but so what? cos you don't careabout me any more anyway. why do you think i don't care about you? well, you haven'tkissed me yet, have you? oh! - i'm sorry, officer.- see a blue sedan, same make as yours? - they might have passed you at the turn.- blue sedan? no, i don't think...
- we didn't see a blue sedan.- no, i don't think we did. are you sure it was blue?i saw one that was more purple. or maybe it was more red. all right, ok. thank you. - thank you! don't shoot, don't shoot! wow! looks swank! no, i will never tell lies but still i'm called buttercup...
good evening. i have a reservationin the name of humbert. twin-bedded room. i called last night. - two people.- oh! i'm sorry, mr humbug. i held the room with thetwin beds for you till 6:30, but i didn't hear from you. we hold till 6:30. and with the flowershow and glory of christ convention... my name is not humbug. it's herbert.
humbert. just put us in any room. put a cot infor my daughter. she's very tired. perhaps i could put you in room 342.it has a double bed. i expect we'll manage.my wife may be turning up later. please sign here, mister. it's a nice dog, huh? i love dogs. well, that's my dog. he likes you.
doesn't like everybody. who does he like? he can smell when people are sweet. he likes sweet people. nice young people. like you. here we are. thanks very much. wait a sec. you meanwe're sleeping in one room?
with one bed? i've asked them to send up a cot... which i'll use, if you like. you're crazy. why, my darling? because, my darling... when my darling mother finds out,she'll divorce you and strangle me. lo... listen to me a moment.
for all practical purposes,i am your father... and i'm responsible for your welfare. now, we're not rich. so when we travel, we-we're sure to be...i mean, we'll be thrown together. sometimes. two people sharingthe same hotel room... are bound to... enter into a... how can i put it? into a kind of the word is "incest".
i feel like we're grown-ups. we get to do whatever we want, right? whatever we want. well, now. who had the pie? me. whaddaya think? are they me? - don't look now.- why? the guy over in the corner.
don't look! he was staring at us. don't you think that guylooks exactly like quilty? what, the dentist? of course not. his brother. the writer quilty.you know, he writes the plays. the smoking guy.he smokes the dromes in the ad. we saw him in the lobby with his dog. if i tell you how naughtyi was at camp... you promise you won't be mad?
tell me later. i want you to go to bed. i'll go downstairs while you... when i come up, i want you to be asleep. all right? i've been such a disgusting girl. just let me tell you. tell me tomorrow. i'm going to go now. all right?
good night, dad. night-night. gentlewomen of the jury.. if my happiness could have talked... it would have filled that hotelwith a deafening roar. my only regret... is that i did not immediately depositkey number 342 at the office... and leave the town, the country,the planet, that very night. the lord knows all,the lord sees all, the lord forgives all.
where the devil did you get her? - i beg your pardon?- i said the weather's getting better. it seems so. who's the lassie? it's my daughter. you lie. she's not. i said july was hot. where's her mother? dead.
oh. sorry. why don't you twolunch with me tomorrow? that clerical crowd will be gone soon. we'll be gone too, thanks. good night. sorry. i'm very drunk. good night. that child of yours needs a lot of sleep. "sleep is a rose" the persians say. smoke?
not just now, thanks. enjoy. get back in the boat with charlie.you don't have to do that. back in the boat. i'm thirsty. i'll bring you something. you... you played that with charlie?at camp? don't tell me you never tried itwhen you were a kid. never.
i guess i'm gonna have toshow you everything. gentlewomen of the jury... i was not even her first lover. what are you reading? nothing. what's the matter? you know that friend of yours- charlie - at camp? was he the first one? can we please get off the subject?
i felt more and more uncomfortable. it was something quite special,that feeling. an oppressive, hideous constraint... as if i were sitting with the small ghostof somebody i had just killed. jesus! can we stop at a gas station? we can go anywhere you like. well, i need a gas station. i hurt inside.
well, what do you expect? i was a daisy-fresh girl,and look what you've done to me. i should call the police and tell themthat you raped me, you dirty old man. - just wash the windscreen, would you?- yes, sir. got some cookies. i want to call mother in hospital.what's the number? get in. you can't call the hospital. why not? just get in the car.
slam the door. why can't i call my own motherif i want to? because your mother's dead. we made up very gently that night. you see, she had nowhere else to go. it was then that we beganour extensive travels... all over the united states. now the native populationand civilisation is fine that civilisationis the thing for me to see
whoa, bongo, bongo, bongo i don't wanna leave the congo,no, no, no, no, no, no - when's the best time to buy a bird?- i don't know. when's the best time? when it's going "cheep!" don't say i never gave you anything. don't! i'm trying to drive! don't do that! oh, no! if it goes out the window, i won't stop. don't! what are these? hair grips?
civilisation no, no, no, no i'll stay right here look! they have magic fingers. good. i need to shower. give me a quarter and a dime. what for? for the magic fingers.
my magic fingers aren't enough? amor-r-r, amor-r-r, amor-r-r-r-r this w-word s-so s-sweetthat i r-repeat means i adore you-u-u-u-u amor-r-r-r-r, amor-r-r-r-r,amor-r-r-r-r... good shower for once, lo! first-rate temperature control! lo! my god, lo!don't flush when i'm in here!
what is that? what's what? that thing in your mouth. it's a jawbreaker. it's supposed to break your jaw.want one? just give it to me.i've had it with that noise. come on, spit it out.i've got a headache. it's good! look, just give it to me, will you?spit it out.
you look a hundred per cent betterwhen i can't see you. we took a circuitous route -to put it mildly. in the back of my mindwas our eventual destination. beardsley college, where i would finallytake up my teaching position. but in the front of my mind wasthe need to keep going, keep driving. lo, that's the last timei let you drive this car. serve into this square. and, despite our tiffs... in the square, lo.try and get it in the square.
despite the fuss she made, andthe danger and hopelessness of it all... aim for my head. despite all that, i was in paradise. a paradise whose skieswere the colour of hell flames... but a paradise still. i know you have accepted a postat beardsley college... and i know that there,academics are first, last and always. well, that's not us, mr himmler. here at beardsley prep...
what we stress are the three ds. dramatics, dancing and dating. now, i know that the reverend rigger isbehind us on this. aren't you, reverend? - all the way, miss pratt. every inch.- so you see, mr humper... for the modern preadolescent, medievaldates are less vital than weekend ones. - what? weekend what?- dates, mr humping. boys. by myself alone at home feelin' blue
i was not quite preparedfor the reality of my dual role. on the one hand,the willing corrupter of an innocent... and on the other,humbert the happy housewife. where's the river rhine? i don't know. you should know that. - why?- big battles there in the great war. where's the river seine? i thought you were supposedto have learnt these.
it's not what i'm on. it seems to be pretty relaxed,this school of yours. when i was a kid about half past three my ma said"daughter, come here to me" says "things may comeand things may go" "but this is one thingyou ought to know" "oh, t'ain't what you do,it's the way that you do it" "t'ain't what you do,it's the way that you do it" "that's what..."
i'm supposed to be in a play. - what play?- i don't know. some play. at school. with the boys from butler's academy? maybe. i don't think it's a good idea. you're depriving me of my civil rights. where did you learn that language?
i'm intelligent. i have a right to be in a play if i want. not if i say you don't. d'you like that? you want more, don't you? i want things, too. things. you know how my allowanceis a dollar a week? yes, i know.
well, i think it should be two dollars. i said, i think it should be two dollars. a dollar fifty. i really do thinkit should be two dollars. am i right? god, yes. two dollars. and i get to be in the play. oh, rosy mistress of the night.
you have enchantedmany a hunter's heart. but this time, my temptress... you have met your match. for far more than a hunter... i... am a poet. - the night has fallen, rodrigo.- the... hold it! hold it! mona... give us a moment.i'd like a word with dolores.
when you say "your larking charms",use your charms for the hunter. because you're the witch. you're bringing the hunter to your lair. - hi, mr humbert.- hello, mona. some play, huh? you're nymphs.use your nymph's charms. seduce the hunter. look. see right there? that's the actualplaywright, clare quilty.
can you believe it? let the music transform you. you'll feel that you've become a witch. - you're a witch! - this play any good, mona?- yeah. it's very political. witch! witch! more wind! more wind! you're a witch! aren't you?
more wind! i need more wind! the witches now! the witches' dance! in the wind! as she grew coolertowards my advances... i became accustomedto purchasing her favours. where she hid the money,i never knew. stop it! i was convinced she was storing it awayin order to finance her escape from me. you can't expect me to pay extrain the middle!
she's a lovely child, mr haze... but the onset of sexual maturingseems to be giving her trouble. - isn't that your observation, reverend?- to the tee, miss pratt. so, you see, it is the general impressionthat 14-year-old dolores... is morbidly disinterestedin sexual matters. does she never speakabout these... matters? that's just it. what's just it? that's... just it.
she hasn't said anything. she hasn't breathed a word. but who has? are... are you saying that i've... exactly. this is a very serious matter. what we're trying to say to you... is that someone in the family... maybe you...
this is very difficult for me. well, let me put it this way. someone in the familyought to instruct that dear child... in the process of human reproduction. i'm so sorry. - i'm so sorry.- i see that i've embarrassed you. yet you, as her father,ought to take the matter well in hand. yes. worry not, miss pratt. i... i have... this matter in hand.
oh, well... that's all i need to say. oh, yes? she missed? oh. bye. how are the piano lessons going? fine. great. excellent. wonderful.
terrif. perfect. especially since you missed the last two. where were you? where was i? i should have told you before. i was in the park.i was rehearsing the play with mona. that's your story? that's what i was doing. ok. give me mona's phone number.
- mona's phone number?- just give me mona's phone number. klausen 57241. is mona there, please? - mona, this is dolores' father.- oh, hello, sir. mona, were you and dolores... rehearsing the play in the parkfor the past two tuesday afternoons? let's see. the last two tuesdays? one of them, mona, was yesterday.
you know, sir, that's...absolutely right. i feel awfully bad about it. i alone am to blame, sir. the whole rehearsing in the park thingwas my idea. we did it cos we didn't wantto get on your nerves. well? did she confirm? she did. and i've no doubtshe'd been well instructed by you.
in fact, i've no doubtyou've told her all about us. look, lo, this has got to stop. i don't know what you're up to,but whatever it is... i'll yank you out of beardsley as fast asi can pack a suitcase unless this stops! unless what stops? - you know what!- take it easy, mister! - show me every penny...- leave me alone, you pervert! - you're running away from me, i know.- yes, i am! anyone'd run away from you! - show me what you hid!- i earned that money!
go ahead, murder me.like you murdered my mother. murder me like you murdered my mother! shut up. shut up! - stop that!- go ahead! murder me! go on, murder me!i'm asking you to murder me! - shut up!- murder me! murder me! - dolores, shut up!- i hate you! i hate you! calm down. - calm down!
- come back, lo! murderer! i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i do not know who you people thinkyou are, screaming and carrying on! my daughter's friend.i'm sorry. i really can't stay. oh, good. i was just tryingto reach you at home. - i've come to a decision.- you have? yeah.
so buy me a drink. what would you like? i'd like, ice-cream soda... with extra chocolate syrup. please. nothing for me, thanks. so tell me. what's the rush? pay her and let's blow this joint.
and do you know what she said... this girl who had been spurning me,mocking me... plotting her escape from meonly hours before? she said she wantedto leave beardsley then and there. she wanted to take another trip... only this time she would choosewhere we would go. - ok? i choose? ok?- yes. did humbert his assent? i sealed my fate gratefully.
take me to bed. look out for cigarette hangover. hi. i'm clare quilty. remember, over a million smokers... so we have to be in... wace in exactly one week. but why wace in a week? cos we gotta see the... ceremonial danceswhen they open the magic caves. and... exactly two weeksand four days later...
we have to arrive in elphinstone. see? that's where we climb the red rock. we have to climb this rockexactly two weeks and four days later? oh, i'm so excited. i cannot tell you theexact day i first knew for certain that wewere being followed. lo, reach into the glove compartmentand get the pad and pencil. got it? now write this down. connecticut.
how do you spell that? c-o-n-n. is that it? no. now write down... pj... 44... 396. all right, give it to me. all right.
put it in the glove box.don't put gum on it cos it'll get... why have you got your gum everywhere? put that in the glove box. there's a detective following us. he looks rather like my uncle gustave. he was clever, our pursuer. he kept changing cars. but his presence was as real to me... as my own breath.
then suddenly he would disappear and i'd wonder if i'dimagined everything. lo! what did that man say to you? bags around your eyeballswhich is red instead of white - what did he say to you?- the guy i was talking to? - yeah. look...- shucks, i shoulda known... just tell me what he said to you. he asked me if i had a map.he must've been lost. my heart's plumb gone
cos you used temptation it'd be thrilling...if 'n you're willing look, i've told you abouttalking to strangers. you've no idea... lo, listen to me. you're very youngand people can take advantage of you. very hard to imagine. that man was the copwho's been following us. you have to tell meexactly what you told him. if he really is a cop, the worst thingwe can do is let him know we're scared.
then he'll know that we're guilty. or rather, that you're guilty. don't sit under the apple treewith anyone else but me... with anyone else but me with anyone else but me, no, no, no anyone else but you no, no, don't go under the apple tree there's something wrongwith the steering. oh, whoa!
watch it! what are you doing?! you got a flat, mister. open the door, and let me in richard, why don't you open the door? hey... hey! hey, you! come back here! lo! lo!
put on the handbrake! pull the handbrake up! lo! lo! pull on the handbrake. stop the car. put the handbrake on.down there! pull it! jesus christ! what did you think you were doing? you should thank me. the car was rolling and i stopped it. pass me the padin the glove compartment.
it was smart of usto write his number down. what...? what have you... lo, i'm sorry. - i'm sorry! come here. come here. get away! i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. shall i walk down to the townand get you some fruit?
bananas. just bananas? just bananas. open the door, richard open the door and let me in richard...- why don't you open that door? borrow confidently from hfc quilty can't be here in our studiobecause he's in wace, texas tonight... working on the premiereof his brand-new play.
but i want to welcomehis writing partner... the lovely and talentedmiss vivian darkbloom. let's give her a warm texas welcome. you've been out. i just got up. don't lie to me. well, i did go out for a second. you were gone so long.i wanted to see if you were coming back. you tell me who it is! who is it?
who is it? tell me who it is. you tell me. who is it? who...? - tell me. please, tell me. please tell me. please! please... tell... me! please... please...
please... tell me! please... i'll show you to room number 29. it's one of our nicer rooms. say, what's wrongwith your little daughter? is she ill? oh, no. she's just feeling a bit... my god, lo! are you all right?
i don't feel... i don't feel very well. it's a virus. nothing serious.i've had 40 cases in two weeks. - so can i take her home?- we're gonna keep her here overnight. keep her hydrated, help her sleep. why don't you get some sleep?it won't help if you catch it. i think i have already.i feel dreadful. - maybe i should stay.- go. call us in the morning.
- here, i'll take those.- thank you. yes, hello. this is mr humbert. i'm calling to see how my... daughter,dolores haze, is. oh, she's much better. she was up early. no trace of fever. and when uncle gustave came for her,we signed her out. who? wh... wh... who? uncle gustave, dolores called him. he had a sweet little dog.he was the nicest man. had a big smile.
wait, ted. - and you let her go with him?- oh, yes. he paid the bill in cash. they said to tellyou not to worry, and they'll be atgrandpa's expecting you. - then they went offin that nice cadillac. nurse! - where is she?- who? who took her?somebody took my daughter. - you need to talk to the doctor.- but who took her?
my daughter was in there last night. - who took her away?- hey, relax, pal! don't tell me to relax!i'm looking for my daughter! doctor! doctor! doctor! what have you done with her? where is she? where is she? tell me where she is! where is she? where has she gone?where? where? where? you leave me alone, you bastards!
you fucking fiends! tell me where she is! get me to that man! i'm just looking for my daughter! - i said relax!- i want to know where she - i'm sorry. i'm sorry.sorry, sorry, sorry. sorry. i'm sorry. i'm just a little bit... i think i may just have...had a little too much to drink. sorry.
i'm very worriedabout my daughter, you see. but she's with her uncle gustave. so she'll be all right. i'm very sorry. please forgive me. she's gone to her... grandpa's farm. she'll be absolutely fine there. what better place for her? i'm... i'm fine. please, i'm sorry.
so sorry. thank you very much. sorry... sorry. so sorry. i searched all our old haunts... and for several monthsthe trail remained warm. the thief, the kidnapper,whatever you want to call him... he was clever. he would disguise his name. but i could always tell his handwriting.
sir! he had very peculiar ts, ws and ls. do you know his name? what does he look like? - let me help.- no, please... ladies, i'm sorry.we're trying to find... it must be hardfor you who already know who it was... to understand my mystification. or maybe you thinki was imagining things.
...my daughter. maybe you think it impossible thatthere could have been another like me. another mad lover of nymphets followingus over the great and ugly plains. well, you are right, of course. there was no-one else like me. eventually the trail went cold and dead. and i went back to cold, dead beardsley. "dear dad, how's everything?" "i'm married. i'm going to have a baby."
"i guess it'll comeright around christmas." "this is a hard letter to write." "i'm going nutsbecause we don't have enough... to pay our debts and get out of here." "dick has been promiseda big job in alaska." "are you still mad at me?" "please send us a cheque, dad. we couldmanage with three or four hundred... or even less. anything is welcome." "i have gone throughmuch sadness and hardship."
"yours expecting, dolly." "mrs richard f... schiller." well! you, molly, stay out. good girl. husband at home? where do you wanna sit?the rocker or the divan? come sit with me on the divan.
is that him? up the ladder? you want me to call him in? he's not the one i want. he's not the what? you know what i mean. where is he? look... dick has nothing to dowith all that stuff.
he thinks you're my father. please don't bring up all that muck. - all right, i'll find out myself.- you really don't know? my god, dad, it was quilty. it was clare quilty. yes, of course. quilty. he was the only mani was ever really crazy about. what about me?
where did he take you? just tell me. well, everybody knewhe liked little girls. he used to film them in his mansionover in parkington, pavor manor. but i wasn't gonna do all those things. all what things? two girls and two boys or... i don't know, three or four men. and vivian was filming the whole thing.
i said "no, i'm not gonna blowall those beastly boys." "i want you." so he threw me out. i looked and looked at her... and i knew,as clearly as i know that i will die... that i loved her more than anythingi'd ever seen or imagined on earth. she was only the dead leaf echoof the nymphet from long ago... but i loved her, this lolita... pale and pollutedand big with another man's child.
she could fade and wither.i didn't care. i would still go mad with tenderness... at the mere sight of her face. from here to that old carthat you know so well... is a stretch of 25 paces. make those 25 steps... with me, now. you're saying you'll give us some moneyif i go to a motel with you? no... no!
i'm saying leave here and come livewith me, die with me, everything with me. if you refuse, you still get the money. - really?- yeah. there. have it. oh my god. you're giving us four thousand bucks? - thank you...- no... don't touch me. i'll die if you touch me.
just tell me...there's a chance you'll come with me. no, honey. i'd almost rather go back with clare. oh... i'll go now. - can i call dick in to say goodbye?- no. i don't want to see him, at all. i just want to go. lo, can you ever forgetwhat i've done to you? say goodbye, molly.
say goodbye to my dad. dick! guess what! ladies and gentlemen of the jury... i have to say that i regret all i didbefore that last goodbye in coalmont but i regret nothing of what came after. now, who are you? are you, by any chance, brewster? you know, you don't looklike jack brewster. i mean, the resemblanceis not particularly striking.
somebody told me he had a brotherwith the same phone company. i'm neither of the brewsters. pull over! do you recall a little girl named... dolores haze? you see, i'm her father. nonsense. you're a foreigner.you're an agent of a foreign power. you're a foreign literary agent.
she was my daughter. she was my child. oh, you know,i adore children myself. and fathers... i love fathers. sit down! oh. there they are. now we need matches.you got a light? quilty, i want you to concentrate.
you're about to die. do you want to be executedstanding up or sitting down? just let me think, let me think.it's not an easy question. try to understand what is happening. i... i... - remember dolores haze.- i'm willing... i'm willing to try. i am. just... ok. listen. i made a mistake, which i regret...
sincerely. i couldn't have anyfun with your dolly. i'm practically impotentis the sad truth. but she had a swell vacation, met someremarkable people. hey, do you know stay still! you cheated me. you cheated me of my redemption. - you have to die.- i don't know what you're talking about. my memory and my eloquenceare not at their best today.
but really, you have to admityou were never an ideal stepfather. i did not force your protã©gã©e to join me. it was she who made meremove her to a happier home. look around you. see? you see this house? it's very cool in the summer.comfortable. i suggest that you move in? i think you'll be happy here. you can use my wardrobe.
we have the most reliableand bribable charwoman. "cleaning lady" is the american term. she has not only daughters,she has granddaughters. and i know a thing or twoabout the chief of police... that makes him my slave. my slave. drop the gun. and here's another thing...drop the gun. i have, upstairs,the most unique collection of erotica. drop the gun. drop the gun.
also, moreover, i can arrangefor you to attend executions. not everybody knowsthe chair is painted yellow. somebody help! that hurts, sir. that hurts atrociously, my dear fellow. god... you should not continuein this fashion, really. get out! get out of here!
what i heard then wasthe melody of children at play. nothing but that. and i knew thatthe hopelessly poignant thing... was not lolita's absence from my side... but the absence of her voicefrom that chorus. "that's what gets results" you've learned your abcs you've learned your dfgs but this is somethingyou don't learn in school
so get your hip boots on and then you'll carry on but remember, if you try too hard it don't mean a thing take it easy! t'ain't what you make,it's the way that you make it t'ain't what you snake,it's the way that you snake it t'ain't what you singit's the way that you sing it bip ba di di do do
t'ain't what you do,it's the way that you do it that's what gets results, rebop
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