All language subtitles for The.Man.Who.Played.God.1932.1080p.WEB-DL.DD2.0.H.264-SbR

Aww.

More mail, Ms. Royle.

This is getting
out of hand, Battle.

Uh, you can't have
too many flowers though.

- Bring some vases.
- Yes, miss.

There's a reporter out there.

I told him Mr. Royale was out.

We can't see anymore reporters.

Besides, the Paris
newspaper men are so fussy.

- Uh, this is an American.
- Oh.

Paris correspondent to the
"New York Tribune Herald."

Now they say, he's just as bad.
What does he want?

He wanted to know,
if he could have

an advance copy of Mr. Royle's
program for tonight.

Program.
What did you tell him?

I told him that Mr. Royale
doesn't have any program.

Just plays,
what he feels like playing

when he sits down at the piano.

- Hmm.
- Ooh.

Then he said he'd like to have

a thumb nail sketch
of Mr. Royale sister.

Of what? Of me? Tell him
to go to the deuce.

Oh, uh, Battle,
be nice to him, of course.

Hello.

Mrs. Miller.

Oh, yes, of course, send her up.

Uh..

Bravo, splendid
Fifth Avenue, French.

Lower end of Fifth Avenue,
I'm afraid, miss.

I can't get beyond Woolworths.

Well, we'll all be in God's own
country, a week from tomorrow.

And I shall be sorry.

I think Mr. Royale
done just about enough.

Ten recitals in 15 days.

Too much I think.

- May I come in?
- Mildred, dear.

- Good afternoon, Battle.
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Miller.

Heavens, what a mess
of correspondence?

Are these all Monty's
love letters?

Yes, from adoring French women.

And hundreds of supplication
for seats for tonight's concert.

Oh, what lovely, roses.

Are these from the adoring
French women also?

'No, Grace brought those.'

- Grace Blair?
- 'Yes.'

Oh, an adoring American woman.

Where is Monty?
He ought to be resting.

Resting. Did you ever know
him to rest when he ought to?

He's out, walking.

- Sit down, wait for him.
- No, I won't interrupt you.

But you're leaving
so early tomorrow

I thought, I looked
in for a minute.

Oh, do stay, till Monty comes.

He'll never forgive me,
if I let you go.

He's only stepped out
with Grace.

Oh, he's stepping out
with Grace.

Yes, she called
with those flowers.

So, he's taking her out
to buy her a doll or something.

A doll?

You sure it wasn't a ring?

Mildred, what are
you talkin' about?

Grace's only a child.

Child? Heavens she's 25.

Nonsense, her mother's
one of my oldest acquaintances.

Well, that doesn't prevent
her being 25.

Oh, no, I come to think of it.

Grace must be nearly 25.

Florence, don't you
ever see anything

that goes on under your nose?

She's in love with Monty.

Oh, that's nothing.
What about all these?

Yeah, but he doesn't give
all these, music lessons.

How does he give
Grace play a lessons?

Never gave anybody lessons
before in his life.

'I think she has talent.
He's interested in her career.'

Obviously.

Mildred, you're jealous.

Jealous, why should
I be jealous?

It's no fair of mine.

I think Grace
is a very dear girl.

But, Florence, I can't--

My brother's too level headed
to fall for a young girl.

He's past the flapper age.

On the contrary, he's just
approaching the flapper age.

Why he's turned 50.

That's the dangerous turning.

Of course, you oughta have
married Monty years ago.

If you'd had any sense.

But I hadn't.

So I married somebody else.

Well, you're
an eligible widow, now

and it's not too late yet.

Florence, there's one
very good reason

why I haven't married Monty.

And I didn't tell you
what it is.

He hasn't asked you.

Oh, perhaps,
he hasn't thought of it.

Why don't you remind him?

Oh, excuse me, will ya.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah-yeah..

Yeah..

Come on, Grace.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, yeah, yes.

Oh, I'm so glad you like it.

Why do you always pretend,
you can't speak French?

Then they relieve me,
if I didn't.

Keep close to me, Grace.
Protect me from multitude.

'Ooh, it's the Montgomery Royle.'

- Mr. Montgomery Royle?
- Oh, excuse me.

May I shake your hand?

Uh..

Ah!

I never was so
proud in all my life.

Uh, this is my son.

Well, he's studying
in Paris you know.

Oh, really,
what are you studying?

- Arts.
- Oh, arts.

Mr. Royale, you play
so wonderfully

tell me, uh, do you have
to practice the piano

like other people?

Well, I, uh--

Ah, I knew, you didn't.

It's a gift, isn't it?

Comes to you.

Oh, you are wonderful.

I-I'm so glad, you liked me.

Straight to the elevator, shoot.

Oh, excuse me.

How do you do, Mr. Royale?

You remember me,
Mrs. Schnitzler.

I crossed with you
on the Olympic in 1921.

Oh, yes, uh, re.. Of course,
of course, how-how do you do?

Uh, it is easy to see the young
lady's relative to you.

I see the likeness at once.

Really, yes, my granddaughter.

Indeed, I think
you were not, uh..

Uh, no, I wasn't there..
No-no, not in 1921.

But, uh, I'm so glad
you liked her.

Why did you say,
"I was your granddaughter?"

Everybody listening to.

My dear, Grace, you must give
the public what they want.

She wanted you
to be my granddaughter.

Not at all.
She was just fishing.

Besides, you don't know,
how terribly young you look.

Uh, terrible is the word.

- Come on up.
- Shall I?

I'll give you my signature.

Safe at last.

We're alright, now,
if we reach the landing.

Oh, Mr. Royle..

Well, here, we're, Florence.

We just had a nice scratched
stroll along the boulevard.

Not a soul recognized me?

I'm glad you're back.
I want your signature.

I won't do it.

I won't sign my name
anymore today.

I strike.

Hello, Mildred, dear.

- Very nice to find you here.
- Hello, Monty.

- Good afternoon, Ms. Blair.
- How do you do, Mrs. Miller?

Grace, as you know,
is my protege.

All great musicians,
must have a protege.

So, I thought, I might
as well have a good looker.

You also have a secretary

who's been working
her fingers to the bones.

Ah! Well, look, how I've to work
mine on the bones tonight.

Smacking the ivories,
hip and thigh.

Grace, show her what I bought
you as a parting gift?

- Pearls.
- Oh.

Nothing less.

I told her that all rich
Americans bought ladies pearls.

And I wasn't gonna be piker.

- Look at the size of 'em.
- 'Oh.'

$20.

On the rue du Palais Royal.

And you couldn't
get motiff of this

in New York for twice the money.

Monty, you are a great big baby.

Uh, 'cause I got these long
clothes on you think that.

You see me
in the morning, Grace.

Before I've touch myself up.
I look awful.

Oh, good luck for the tonight,
Monty. I must be going.

Oh, don't go yet.

I need your advice.

I want you to see this drawing.

It just come from the artist.

'Don't you think
that's the lovely setting'

'for Church organ.'

"To the glory of God

"and memory
of Margaret Ruth Royale."

To the memory of your mother.

I'm going to have it built in
the little church in New York.

That she always attended.

I think she'd have liked it.

- Don't you?
- It's beautiful.

You know, she was
always conscious

of the vibrations
of the church organ.

In spite of her, deafness.
Wasn't she, Florence.

Effected her strongly.

We used to see the tears
coming into her eyes.

I didn't know
your mother was deaf.

Yes, quite early in life.

It's the family inheritance.

Her father and his father
before him.

A terrible inheritance.

You worshiped
your mother, didn't you?

Well, if it hadn't been for her.

I supposed, I've to just
grown up, one of the idol rich.

She believed that every man
ought to earn enough money

to keep him no matter how much
your father left him.

Monty and mother all have
gone to church together.

You're really quite
religious aren't you?

I don't think,
I'm what you call religious.

But I always regarded my mother
and God is my two best friends.

But Florence is a bad thing.

Oh, you're just
my managing director.

Oh! Just look at Battle.

Uh-huh!

Monty, I don't object
you're being popular

but there's a limit.

- Oh, how, lovely?
- Beautiful.

La Countess of Belleville.

Oh!

La Countess of Belleville?

Never heard of her.

Never heard of her.

Never heard of her.

The fact is, Battle.

You and I are
too young and beautiful.

We are the public danger.

Excuse me, sir,
I think you ought a rest.

You have a hard night's
work before you.

Don't break in or pardon me

when I'm surrounded
by three young ladies.

Battle is quite right.

The three young ladies
is gonna break away.

One moment...girls..

...I got something perfectly
thrilling to tell you.

Shall I tell them, Battle?

What about His Majesty,
the king, sir?

Oh, well, now, you've given away
the great climax of my story.

King, king who?

Uh, that must
forever remain secret.

You know, I was going
home three days ago.

When I suddenly decided
to give this concert.

Yes.

Well, that's because
I was commanded

to give it by our
real life king.

Nobody can command you.

You're a king.

Then he approached me
as one king to another.

And asked me to give
this last concert.

So that he might attend
incognito.

You know, what that means,
Florence? Don't you?

- Ordinarytrousers.
- Oh.

If he's really
going to be there.

Oh, do tell us
his Christian name.

He's probably got
16 Christian names

but I'm not allowed
to tell anyone.

Monty, you have not yet told me?

So that I could've
got a new dress.

Some sort of
Buckingham Palace creation.

Oh, I'm sure
it is the European King.

European Kings
don't go to concerts.

They only go to races.

It's probably one of those
savage kings..

What can I wear that's savage.

- Nothing.
- Don't be improper.

Mildred, come and help me
look over my wardrobe.

I probably wanna
borrow something.

You too, Grace.

Say goodbye to me.

I shall see you again.

Yes, you will. I'm not
going to tomorrow.

But I won't see you alone.

There may be a king
or two present--

Don't treat me like a child.

Child? And do I get

And don't make fun of me.

Say, goodbye.

I shan't be able to follow you
to New York for a whole week.

True. Mind you practice
five hours a day.

I can learn more
from you in five minutes

than from anyone else
in five years.

You love music, don't you?

I love you.
I love you.

- Grace, my dear child.
- I'm not a child.

Don't be foolish.

I'm old enough to be your..

You know, I'm your grandfather.

I don't care, how old you are.

You love music

you love the successful
pianist, not me.

I did at first perhaps
but not now.

Now, this is just
Paris got into your blood.

You know, everybody
gets romantic in Paris.

I've even seen, United States
senator in the Louvre

gazing softly at the Mona Lisa.

I'm not romantic, I'm just
in plain dead earnest.

You wait till,
you get back to New York.

You'll feel quite different.

- Will you try me?
- Try you?

If I come to you in six months

and says I love you, I love you,
will you marry, me?

- Um, but--
- Don't you love me at all?

Of course, I love you

but I'm old and easily flattered

and moved by your youth,
and beauty, and emotion.

- Then you will?
- What?

If I come to you in six months,
you will marry me?

If you're still of the same mine

and you look at me
with those beautiful eyes

I may not be able to resist you.

Don't beat about the bush.
Say yes.

Yes.

What a crowd,
isn't it, marvelous?

Did you see anything
that looks like a king?

Shh.

Now, our four seats
are not together.

Harold, will you
take care of Grace?

- With pleasure.
- I'll sit with you, Florence.

No, you won't. You young people
will sit together.

And Mildred, you'll come
with me, won't you?

It's your call.

No, I don't understand.

Oh, then you're very lucky.

The house's all sold out.

And these two tickets
have just been returned.

Uh, well, let me look at them.

Are they on the side?

Oh-oh, just a little bit, madam.

Oh, well--

Have you any others?

Oh, no.

I have a special flower for you

in honor of His Majesty.

- Mm-hmm.
- My.

Boutonniere, she told it.

Oh, a boutonniere, eh?

Hmm, I supposed people called
me a dandy, don't they?

You can wear anything you like.

- You're a genius.
- Oh, drop that genius stuff.

It took me 20 years working
eight hours a day

to become a genius.

I don't even play like a genius.

Genius's play like this.

After he sails tomorrow

perhaps I'll have a chance
to see something of you.

What do you mean?
You're always seeing me.

I'm always calling to see you.

But you're generally
otherwise engaged.

Harold, don't start that again.

I want to listen to the music.

Well, there isn't any music yet.

Although, it's
ten minutes over due.

Why do you carry
those enormous race glasses.

I'd like to watch the movement
of his fingers.

He was to begin at 8 o'clock.

He's waiting
for the king of course.

Are you sure?

Why don't you go back
and speak to him?

You think, I got dare.

Problem with you is,
you're not daring, enough.

I'm not gonna keep those people
waiting any longer.

Ce tu nonsense.

You're quite right, Battle.
Ce tu nonsense.

There's a million people
who paid their good money

and we won't keep them
waiting any longer.

King or no king.

- I did knock.
- Hello, Mildred, dear.

- Aren't you, in front?
- Yes, but you're so late.

- Waiting for his late, majesty.
- Oh.

I thought, you might have become
suddenly ill or something.

Ill? I?

But you're a darling
to worry about me?

- Well, I was anxious.
- Uh.

I know, how terribly nervous

you're always
are before playing.

Do you?
How did you know that?

I'm deadly nervous always but..

...I thought that was my secret.

I've always known it, Monty.

And suffered with you.

Not fair that you should suffer.

Because you get none
of the compensating glory.

Don't I? Don't you think,
I glory in your success.

Hurry around or you'll miss
my first song and dance.

Good luck.

Mildred, I feel only half
the nervousness

now, I know,
you're sharing it with me.

Thanks, for coming.

What bad luck?

Guess, if it weren't
for this narrow road

We could have gonna on
in the other car.

Oh, 1,000 of miles
we've done on this machine

for this to have happened, now.

I'm afraid,
we shall be pretty late

for the concert, Your Majesty.

What we'll miss the Royale king?

I've never heard
him so inspired.

But the king,
certainly missed something.

Bravo!

Bravo!

You were more wonderful
than ever.

Take just one more call.

I feel as a fool keeping on
bowing, smirking and--

Just one.

Alright.

Bravo!

Shall I lift you
up on the platform

so that you can hug him.

Bravo!

No more.

Shut the door, Battle.

Don't let anybody inside except
my personal friends.

- Oh, Battle.
- Yes?

Then get behind that piano

and shoot anybody
who calls me maestro.

Mr. Royale,
never sees anybody.

And he has such a kind face too.

I'm sure--

Never sees anybody.

If you wait here.
I'll get the sign for you.

Oh.

What's all that, Battle?

Adjust for your signature, sir.

Mm-hmm, he's handwriting
is so much better than mine.

It'll be far better to go around
to the stage door, sir.

The concert must be over.

La Countess of Belleville.

I've heard of you so often.

I'm so glad you like it.

- You were wonderful.
- Was I?

Eight hours a day.
I'll let you off at five.

Yes, Harold Van Adam, who's
been helping, Grace to applaud.

- Hello, Van Adam.
- She didn't need much help.

So the king
didn't come after all?

No, court manners I suppose.

Satisfied with your glory?

Yeah, you?

No, more nervousness
till next time.

Bless you, uh.

Mr. Royale never sees anybody.

Oh, but wait.

- His Majesty.
- Oh!

The king!

Maestro!

Will you ever forgive me,
for being so late.

Your Highness, was busy.

Busy? Oh.

We had a break down
50 miles away.

I'm overwhelmed with shame.

And I would have given my ears
to have heard you play once more

the "Moonlight Sonata."

Would you? Well..

...if, Your Highness
will give your ears.

You should hear it now.

How generous of you?

Thank you.

Your Majesty.

The revolutionist
have tracked you here

we must leave it at once.

Oh.

If, Mr. Royale, will be so kind

I shall still like to hear
the "Moonlight Sonata."

- But, Your Majesty.
- Everything is alright.

If, Mr. Royale will be so kind.

Your Majesty, must forgive me.

I'm unable to play.

- Oh.
- Monty, darling.

It's the shock.

I can't hear you.

Oh, Monty, don't say that.

Don't look like that.

I shall never play again.

Florence..

...it's the family inheritance.

I'm stone deaf.

Just as our mother was.

Latest book.

Some magazines.

Isn't that a funny cartoon?

Uh.

Grace, do you want to go?

Don't you think, I know,
what an ordeal this is for you.

Don't be foolish.

Lovely new waltz.

Music, no.

No, no, I can't do it.

Can't you realize,
what it means to me?

To play, or never
to hear a sound.

I'm not Beethoven.

I'm not a composer.

I love the music of others.

Isn't that enough for me
to have music in my soul.

I want to hear.

To hear.

Go, Grace.

Go back to the world
of real people.

I'm not a man.

I'm just an empty shell.

Oh, what is it?

You know, I can't see anybody.

I'll send a message.

About that organ.

I'll have no more writing.

Food and water at meal times.

That's all I want.

I'm only an animal, now.

I may as well be frank
with you, Miss Royle.

It's useless for me
to continue my visits.

Is it hopeless, doctor?

We made every possible test.

There's nothing to be done.

Perhaps, in time.

Time may make it easier
for him to bail.

It can never restore
his hearing.

What can I do?

- There is one hope.
- Yes?

I don't mean
to restore his hearing.

But to give him
some interest in life.

Well, now..

If you could get him
to learn lip reading.

- Lip reading?
- Yes.

I've known many cases in which
deaf people have been saved

from despair by learning
to read the lips.

They sometimes become so quick

they can realize
what's being said

as rapidly as if they heard.

Will he do it?

I'm going to send one
of the most skillful teachers.

It's for you to persuade him
to take the lessons.

Now, I'm going to give you
what we call our final test.

Yes.

I'm going to place my fingers

almost over my lips

and see if you can read
what I say.

Go ahead.

From that window

I can see the people walking
in Central Park.

What did I say?

From that window, I can see

the people walking
in Central Park.

Good.

How did you get that?

Well, partly from the lips

partly from the muscles
of the jaw.

Well done. Now, try again.

The flowers are blooming.

The sun is shining,
and God's in his heaven.

Now?

The flowers are blooming,
the sun is shining and..

...God's in his heaven.

Splendid.

You are perfectly remarkable
for an educated man.

What do you mean?

Well, my best patients

are generally
from the poor classes.

My star pupil is a laboring man.

I think he could read my lips

through the back of my head.

You're a fine teacher.

I return the compliment.

- You're a fine pupil.
- Hm.

You've learned all
that I can teach you.

So there's no use
of my coming again.

I should sorry to lose you.

Impress upon your friends
that they're not to try

to help you
by mouthing their words.

Let them speak naturally,
you will understand them.

Alright, I don't allow
visitors, you know.

You should.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Oh, and..

...don't get irritable

And don't rebel against fate.

Aha. You're not a musician.

No, I'm a philosopher.

Goodbye.

- Grace?
- Oh, Harold.

You're coming
to ask after Monty?

Well, if the truth must be told,
I telephoned your house

and found
that you were on the way here.

I've just been waiting about
in hope of seeing you.

Well, here I am, then.
You better come in.

Can't you spare five minutes
for a walk in the park with me?

Monty's expecting me.

What is it?
Something important?

Grace, how long
is this going on?

What do you mean?

You know I want to marry him
if he still wants me.

You can't do it. You can't tie
yourself to a deaf man.

- Old enough--
- Oh, stop that!

What difference does age make?

- All the difference!
- Goodbye.

Where are you going
this afternoon?

Mother and I are going to
Paderewski's farewell concert.

Can't I come?

Carnegie Hall is big enough
for three, I expect.

If I don't see you, goodbye.
I'm going out of town.

You're going to stay
with Chittendons, aren't you?

At Santa Barbara?

How did you know?

I'm going too.

Oh, that'll be nice.

I brought Mrs. Miller.

I think we better tell him.

Oh. you're there, Florence.

Why-why don't you come straight
in so that I know you're there?

- What is it you want?
- I'm so sorry, I--

You and Battle are always
talking behind my back.

Why can't I be left alone?

I know I'm millstone around
your neck, but you..

...needn't make me conscious
about it every moment.

'I'd only just come--'

Everybody talks behind my back.

I know what you all say.

That it'd be merciful thing
if I should die.

Surely, Florence,
this house is big enough.

I'm giving you the whole place
for yourself and your friends.

All except this attic.

And I can't be left alone.

- Well, what is you want?
- Mildred is here.

- Do you wish to see her?
- No.

Yes.

I should like to see Mildred.

Mildred.

This is my den.

The lions den, you know.

Do sit down.

How do I speak to him
to make him understand me?

Do I speak loud or slow or how?

Speak naturally. That's all.

I can understand you.

Why?

You heard..

...what I said.

No. I didn't hear.

I read your lips.

Oh, but it's so wonderful.

I thought to find
you so different.

Oh, Monty.

Why are you crying?

I'm so glad.

Why, you're hardly
changed a bit.

Yes, I'm changed.

You know I have.

Haven't I good reason
to be changed?

But I'm glad you've come.

I've often wished to talk to you

during these five silent months.

You didn't answer my letters.

I knew you only wrote
because you were sorry for me.

You should know
better than that, Monty.

But now, I can talk to you.

You believe in God?

Yes.

I've been studying
the Bible lately.

"Are not five sparrows sold
for two farthings?

And not one of them
is forgotten before God."

Do you believe that?

Yes.

If he knows everything

why does he let such
horrible things happen?

Why has he done
this thing to me?

I loved my music,
it was a sacred thing to me.

I didn't accept it blindly.

I was thankful
for it every moment.

And look what he does.

He snatches it from me.

And leaves me a barren life.

I'm so sorry for you, Monty.

I'd been willing
to give up everything else.

If he'd only left me my music.

He must be a cruel God.

- I hate him!
- Monty!

Hah! I've withdrawn my promise
for the organ.

Oh! Why?

Because I won't be a hypocrite.

He struck at me.

He struck at my mother.

Why should I glorify his name?

Perhaps, someday
you'll learn why.

I can't believe
he makes mistakes.

Mildred..

...this is a great book.

But I tell you
what it has taught me.

There is no God.

You were so tender, so good.

There is no God!

You shut yourself up here
and brood on your reflection.

Do you know
where this will lead you?

Yes. To madness.

I thought of that.

And how easy will be to end it,
I thought of that too.

Monty! You must come out!
You must meet people again!

- I can't do it.
- Listen to me.

You've never really have
to test yourself before.

- Test myself?
- I'm not speaking of music.

I'm speaking of life.

You've had everything.

Wealth, talent, social position.

But you've never suffered.

A man who's never suffered
has never lived.

This isn't suffering.

It's a living death.

It's your first great test.

Are you going to fail?

Are you?

'How do you do, Mildred?'

I heard you were back.

Well...what do you
think of Monty?

Oh, stop that!

I won't have anybody
ask what they think of me.

I know what they think of me.

He's a bad child, sometimes.

I was just going, Grace.

Don't let me turn you out.
Mine's just a flying visit.

He sees too much
of me, you know.

Thank you for coming.

Why do you say
I see too much of you?

You know, I live only
for the moments when you come.

Monty.

You make a day hard
for me to say goodbye.

Goodbye?

You know, I'm going
to Santa Barbara.

To the Chittendons.

Oh, but I thought,
you were leaving tomorrow.

- Wednesday.
- Today is Wednesday, dear.

Is it? Well, one day is so much
like another to me.

I've lost a day,
that's one consolation.

I feel mean at going.

But you see, I promised Alice
Chittendon way back in Paris.

And she's giving the house party
on my account.

But...I don't think
I ought to leave you.

Well, of course you must go.

But your train leaves
at six, doesn't it?

It's only about two.

Yes, but..

...Monty, you know
how I love the piano.

Mother and I are going to
Paderewski's farewell concert.

Do you mind?

Mind?

The first one
I've been to since..

...since yours.

Does it seem rather heartless
of me to go?

Well, why shouldn't you?

I see you're..

...going to..

...watch his fingering.

I remember you used to..

Yes, I..

...I always took them
to watch your fingers.

I don't think I can bear it.

I won't take 'em.

Anyone else going with you?

No..

...oh, yes, I-I think

Harold Van Adam's going
to be there.

He told me when I..

...met him outside and say
he might see us there.

Oh.

He's a nice young fellow,
don't you think so?

Harold? Yes, he's alright.

Monty, I wish you'd come
to Santa Barbara with me.

- They'd love to have you.
- No, thank you.

I might read
their lips to feel in

and find out
what people say about me.

No, thank you.

I suppose there'd be crowd.

Just old friends, I expect.

Harold Van Adam's
an old friend, isn't he?

Monty, so he is.

I suppose he'll be there.

Harold?

Shouldn't be surprised.

No dear, if you turn
your head away

I can't tell what you're saying.

I say, if there's any sport
about bathing and driving

and pretty girls and things.

You can bet your life
Harold Van Adam won't miss it.

Goodbye, dear.

Goodbye.

Enjoy yourself.

Goodbye.

- Ask my sister to come to me.
- Yes.

He's asking
for you, Miss Florence.

I wish you could come at once.

He's.. He seems
very queer at me.

Thank you.

There's a fascination
about height.

Did you want me, Monty?

Yes.

Sit here.

I'll call you
if I need you, Battle.

I want to ask you something.

And I want a straight answer.

Do you think Grace loves me?

Well, you know,
it's a settled thing.

- What's a settled thing?
- Why, your marriage.

She makes no secret of the fact

that she's preparing
for it next month.

That isn't what I asked you.

Does she love me?

- Surely, you should know.
- I'm not sure.

You can't expect her to be as
demonstrative to you as if--

As if I were a young man.

But she was, five months ago.

- That was before--
- Ah!

That's just it.

"That was before."

Thank you, Florence.

That's what I wanted to know.

Monty, if you'd only go
back to your music.

You've never touched
an instrument for five months.

- Your violin--
- Florence.

You know we never talk of music.

I can't! I can't do it!

Battle! Battle!
Have this thing taken away.

- I can't bear the sight of it.
- But, sir--

Don't argue with me.
Do you want to drive me mad?

Get it out of the house!

And you!
We played together, you and I!

Well, we'll never play again.

Battle.

Yes, sir.

I want you to take this note..

...to my sister.

And give it to her yourself.

- Now, sir?
- Yes, now.

And..

...wait for an answer.

Sir!

No! Why did you stop me?
I have nothing to live for.

You have everything to live for!

Tell me one thing,
one reason why I should live.

For others,
for those who love you.

That's false, a false reasoning.

I'm a burden
on those who love me!

It's not true!

Do you think I'm blind
as well as deaf?

Don't I see you all
brooding and suffering?

If you kill yourself,
you'll suffer 10,000 times more.

Can you give me my music?

No! Nobody can do that.

But there are other things.

You are thinking
only of yourself

and it's cowardly of you,
that's what it is.

You're a gentleman
and ought to set an example

of courage to all
those deaf people.

Not turn tail
and sneak out of the world!

You're a coward,
a beastly coward!

A coward?

I thought it took a good deal
of courage to do that, but..

...you're right.

It's easier
to die...than to live.

Don't ever try
to do that again, sir.

There's so much beauty
in the world.

And so much
that is ugly and brutal.

The trees and the flowers
in the park.

Well, look at them.

Nature's so beautiful.

But its workings are cruel.

I see no guiding hand.

No method.

- No meaning.
- Here..

...look through these.

The flower.

You can almost count
their petals through these.

Look, sir.

Look.

Yes.

Trees and flowers.

And cripples and beggars.

Flowers...and cripples.

Hunger and strike..

...on flowers.

Hopeless confusion.

How absurd to believe
in a merciful God!

Don't forget,
there's joy and happiness too.

You can't have just one thing.

It's contrast that
makes life so wonderful.

Look, sir. Look.

Yes..

...and there's sickness too.

There's a young fellow..

...looks as though
he hasn't long to live.

A girl's got him by the arm.

Hey.

These lenses are very strong.

I can read their lips.

Battle.

Do you think I ought to?

Is it quite honest?

It can't do them any harm.

They'll never know.

Besides, it might be good
practice for you.

It's just
a boy and girl, you know.

Seem to be in
a desperate trouble.

You look tired again.

No, I'm alright.

Well, what did the doctor say?

Oh, nothing much.

I want to know exactly
what he said.

Well, he examined me

and said I got a little spot
on my lung.

- Oh.
- Oh, well.

Doctors don't know everything.

They gotta say something
to earn their living.

What else?

Well, of course, he said,
I must have all kinds of things.

Costing money, I suppose.

That's about the size of it.

Here's your God of contrast.

Trees and flowers.

And this boy's going
to die of neglect.

It's a wonderful world.

For some people.

There's something else

that you haven't told me.

He said I couldn't get well
in New York while I'm working.

I must go away and sleep out at
doors and rest.

Huh. Rest!

Then you gotta go.

- How?
- You gotta go.

We must get the money, somehow.

Why, Kit, do you know
what it'd cost?

What?

The doctor says, I mustn't work
for a year.

It'd cost a thousand dollars,
maybe two.

But for the sake
of a thousand dollars

you've got to stay in the city
and slowly die.

Oh, well maybe it ain't as bad
as all that.

I ain't gonna let you die.

Gotta get it.

- Get a thousand dollars?
- Mm-hmm.

How could you get
a thousand dollars?

I might borrow it.

Who's gonna lend a girl
like you a thousand dollars?

Well, Mr. Gardner.

- Your boss?
- Yes.

He's often said if I wanted
anything at anytime..

You know what that means?

Did you forget
you've told me before

the sort of man he is?

I can't let you die.

- I can't.
- I'd rather die.

What kind of a man
do you think I am?

You're my man,
and I'm gonna fight for you.

No, Kit. Don't do it.

Can't you see
it'd kill me if you did?

Don't get excited, honey.

I won't.

I won't.

There.

There.

What is it, honey?

Are you feeling weak?

I'm..

...praying, Kit.

Maybe, I won't be heard.

I haven't prayed
for a long time.

But maybe..

Battle.

Look out of that window.

And you'll see
those two young people.

On the bench by the walk.

I want you to take
this to the young man

as just as fast you can.

Oh, you needn't be afraid
for me, I-I promise.

- Thank you.
- And, Battle.

Don't say where it came from.
Not a word about me.

Not a word about..

- To the young man--
- To anybody.

Quick!

'And never mind your hat.'

Never mind?

I couldn't go
without my hat, sir.

'Hurry!'

You're still...praying.

Honey?

Honey.

Yes.

It's been so long.

I had so much to tell him.

I prayed with you, dear.

Shall we go, now?

Yes.

I beg your pardon.

- What is it?
- I have a note for you.

- For me?
- Yes.

But you-you don't know
who I am.

Will you do me
the favor to read it?

What does it say?

"If you give the bearer
your name and address

"the writer who has overheard
your conversation

"will take pleasure in sending
you the thousand dollars

or maybe two."

Oh.

But how could anyone have heard?

Well, there was nobody around.

It couldn't have been..

Who wrote this?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Will you please give me
your address?

- Shall I?
- Yes.

But I...I'd like to know--

Whom you have to thank?

Well, let's say it's one

who for the moment, played God.

Yes, if I were you, miss

I'd thank God for it.

Oh, I do.

He did hear you.

He prayed for it.

And she thinks that God..

God!

At last, I've got
a good joke on him.

Oh.

I wonder.

Has he the laugh...on me.

Tell 'em,
boys and girls, hurry up!

'Little dibby-dab left here.'

Now, Tom Chittendon, you're
through with those cocktails

come help me with the steaks.

Steaks don't need any help.

- This does.
- I'll help, Grace.

Oh, you lie down.
You must be tired.

All the water's all boiled away.

Now, it's time for coffee.

Now, that's the worst
of picnics.

There's no running hot and cold.

I thought there was a spring,
I'll get it.

So do I. I'll get it, Grace.

You stay where you are.

Perhaps, I was wrong about there
being no running hot and cold.

She certainly
doesn't encourage him.

I don't believe they've been
alone together

during the whole month
she's been here.

Between you and me,
I'd like to see

her have a little flirtation.

She's going to have a dull time
when she's married.

Shh, we never mention that.

Oh, you've come, too.

Well, as you're here
you might as well get 'em.

- Grace?
- Don't keep 'em waiting.

How dare you do that?

What right had you to..

Why did you do it
when you must know, I-I've..

Oh!

Now..

...what have we got!

Hello, you old battlaxe.

Getting ready for Christmas?

Getting ready for Christmas?

Well, what if I am?

Singing too?

Was I?

Well..

...I never heard
any voice, you know.

And I always wished
I could sing like Caruso.

- Now I can.
- You can?

In my own estimation? Yes.

You see, I sing..

...and I can't hear a sound.

So I imagine I sing like Caruso.

Oh, it's a great thing

not to be able
to hear sometimes.

Hey!

- Does she quack?
- Mm-hmm.

Thought she might.

Well..

...when children play
with the toys..

Didn't you see them?

Well, just take a glance

but only for a moment.

You see, you told me

that I must live for others

and now I'm trying to do that.

But I sometimes think

I'm a selfish old devil.

- Selfish?
- Yes.

Always looking out
of that window

I'm gloating over the gratitude

of those poor people
for my paltry gifts.

But..

...it's rather a lark,
isn't it?

It's a great work you're doing.

Oh, no, not great.

Just a lark.

- I've got a grand idea.
- Mm-hm

- I'm going out.
- Going out?

- Yes.
- Good.

I thought it all over.

I'm not going
to be hermit any longer.

No, not now.

- Christmas.
- Christmas?

You see..

...Ms. Grace is coming back.

Aah.

You and Ms. Grace.

Seems almost too good
to be true, doesn't it?

Oh, I haven't seen
that hat for months.

Well..

...at Christmas..

...I'm going
into all sorts of toy shops.

I'm going to watch the children.

And hand out
just what they want.

Somebody knocking.

Mrs. Miller, sir.

- Monty.
- Mildred.

Well...I waited so long
for you to invite me.

But you're not
very sociable, are you?

Ah, but I'm changed.

I'm having the time of my life.

And I'm very glad to see you.

Excuse me, sir?

I have to go, it's time
for our next case.

Those two young people, the girl
is sure to be there directly.

Oh, yes, the police case.

You have thoroughly
investigated it?

Yes, if you want to see,
you'd better look down

in about five or ten minutes.

Alright, off you go.
I'll gloat from the window.

Excuse me, Mrs. Miller.

This is one of our busy days.

What does he mean?

Monty, you look just
like your old self.

What's done it?

These.

- Those glasses?
- Yes.

Up here with the stars

I've learned things
I never dreamed of.

What things?

That doubts and fears
are only shadows.

You know, for months
I railed against God.

I cussed and cried out
in defiance.

You remember?

And when my hatred
was most bitter..

...He answered me..

...and sent me these.

You look up there...
and read the stars?

No.

I look down there
and read their lips.

The cry of those
who suffer and doubt

as I suffered and doubted.

- And you help them?
- Yes.

I take a hand.

You know,
I'm so close to God here

that I feel I'm in partnership.

Come and look at my roof garden.

Oh, beautiful!

I thought you'd like it.

Grace will love it, too, I know.

Grace comes back today,
doesn't she?

Yes. You know, I had doubts
about her love for me.

But her letters have been
so dear and sweet

and always telling me
that she still wants me

and I'm very happy.

You've been at it
quite soon, I suppose.

Uh, just as soon as she said.

Oh!

Wait a moment.

Is that the girl?
Here, come here.

I want to show you.

You see that young girl there?

Here, take the glasses.

- The girl on the bench?
- Yes.

That's where they always meet

till one day, two weeks ago
her lover didn't come.

She doesn't know why,
but she's there everyday

waiting for his return.

She's a sad little figure.

She doesn't know that the police
have got her boy.

- The police?
- Yes.

I learned their whole story.

The same old, sad one.

They were not earning
enough money to get married on

but they were young
and loved each other very much

and then...
the usual consequences.

Poor girl.

She talked of suicide.
He was frantic.

And then, he disappeared.

When he failed to come back,
I set Battle on the job

and we we found out
where he'd been working.

Then we got busy.

Hey, wait a minute.

Remember, five minutes.

Please stand where
she can't see you.

We'll go to the end
of this path.

But if you try
to make a break, I'll shoot.

- You understand?
- I understand.

Just five minutes alone
is all want.

Well, get busy.
And remember, I'm watching.

Jenny?

Eddie!

Now we're off.

I'll tell you
what they're saying.

Of course, I can't tell when
they actually turn their backs.

But I can generally figure
it out by their replies.

Why didn't you write me?

I've been waiting
for you everyday.

Jenny, I've got a lot to say
and I've got to say it quickly.

You're not gonna leave me again?

There's nobody I can talk to.

Nobody I can tell about..

...about myself.

Eddie, I'm scared.

- I'm scared.
- Oh, don't cry, Jenny.

Don't cry.

I can't help it.

Soon everybody will be
talking about me.

If you hadn't come today..

...I was going to do away
with myself.

Listen...that night

after you told me
about everything..

...I went kind of crazy

thinking about you
and your trouble.

And the next day they gave me
some money to take to the bank.

And I...I--

Eddie...you never took it?

Yes, a whole bunch of bills.

Oh!

But the next day,
I realized what I'd done.

And I was gonna return it.

- But they got me.
- Oh, Eddie!

Eddie?

Oh, I was scared.

So I pretended I didn't know
anything about it.

But they got me alone in a room.

They talked to me for hours

until I couldn't
stand it any longer

and at last I said,
"Yes, I'd done it."

But you told them you were
gonna send it back, didn't you?

Yes, but they only laughed.

They'll send me away for years.

And I won't be able to see you.

Oh, I wish I'd never been born!

Don't, Eddie.
Don't.

Perhaps, they'll let you off.

No, they won't.

He told me what I should get..

...five years.

Oh!

Could you stand it, alone?

No. No, no!

Jenny..

...you said if I
hadn't come today

you were gonna
do away with yourself.

How were you going to do it?

I was going to take poison.

Where is it?

No, no.

Where's Battle?

Why doesn't he hide?

Wouldn't it be better?
Both of us?

It's a way out.

Better get it over with.

You've got it there,
give it to me.

Goodbye, darling.

No...goodbye.

We'll be together.

Battle?
Battle?

You'll be too late.

Mildred, just tell him
to stop them.

They talk of suicide.

Wait! It's too late.

Look here, young fellow,
I'm getting tired of waiting.

I can't let you go.
I can't.

Oh, give us another minute, sir.

Just a second.
We've got something important.

No, I can't wait any longer.

I'm gonna leave you.

And good luck to you.

Goodbye, young woman.

- Good day, sir.
- Good day.

He shook hands with me.

And he is gone!

That's a narrow escape.

He's saved, Mildred.

Who are you, sir?

I just brought him a message

that the firm
had withdrawn the charge.

Eddie, then you're free.

Jenny..

But-but who are you?

First, let me ask you something.

Come here, my dear.

Do you think you'll
behave properly to her?

Oh, now he's going
to play the heavy fowler!

Who, Battle?
What's he saying?

All that, "don't you think
you've been very wicked" stuff.

Old hypocrite.
I need to punch his head.

You know you love him.

As if they hadn't
suffered enough.

I know what he's doing.

She's a pretty girl

and he's going to give her
a fatherly kiss.

That's what he's after.

And now, you're going to be
properly married.

And...mind you are good to her.

- He's done it!
- What?

Kissed her, the old battleaxe.

But, Monty..

...there's something
sublime in this.

Only business
of its kind on earth.

Absolute monopoly.

I suppose, the Congress would be
after me for running a trust.

It's been your salvation.

Yes.

He did it.

And think of the fun
He must be having up there.

Now I know why you said

"God had taken you
into partnership."

Oh, I was only bragging.

Here's Battle,
walking away with them..

...and still shaking
his bony finger at the boy.

Let's see if we got
any more customers.

There's a young couple

coming around the bend.

A park's a great place
for love-making, you know?

Why?

Who do you think it is?

- Somebody you know?
- Grace!

Looking like one of the flowers.

And young Van Adam with her.

Grace and Harold?

Just as plain
as if she were up here.

- Let me look.
- Wait a minute.

My!

What a stunning frock
she has on!

And the very latest thing
in hats.

- Give me the glasses.
- We'll have some fun with her.

I'll tell you what she's saying.

Monty!

Don't spy upon her.

Talk to me till she comes in.

"Spy upon her?"

What do you mean?

Nothing, only..

...you haven't seen me
for a whole month.

I think you might take your
eyes off Grace for a minute.

- I'm jealous.
- No, you're frightened.

What is it?

Nothing, only..

...it seems rather, like

looking through the keyhole.

Mildred..

...I don't hear gossip,
you know?

- Has there been any--
- Don't talk nonsense.

Give me those glasses.

If there's anything
I should know..

...it's better that
I should learn it this way.

Don't distort my meaning.

You make me feel terrible.

It's for her sake, you know..

...as well as for mine.

When I said goodbye
to you at Santa Barbara..

...I told you that was the end.

Why do you follow me
to his very door?

Because I know that when
once you enter that house

you're lost to me.

I flung myself at him
when he was well and famous.

What a beast I should be
to desert him now!

You've no right to gamble
your whole life away

just because
of that one rash promise.

Oh, why did you come out there?

I should've been alright
if you'd stayed away.

Isn't it better
to have found it out now?

It's no use, Harold.

I can't leave him like this.

You're leaving me.

But your future is brilliant!

His is dark and empty.

Grace, darling, I'm desperate..

...now that I know you love me.

- You do love me?
- No, I don't.

Then don't ruin our happiness

just because
you're sorry for him.

Go now and tell him
you've changed your mind.

Grace, you and I
have got to come together.

It's no use, Harold.

I'm going through with it.

He's been cheated of so much.

I'm not going to cheat him.

He's put his faith in me..

...and I won't be a quitter.

You're going to marry him?

Yes.

Goodbye, my dear.

I love you..

...but I'm going to leave you.

You knew this?

Knew what, Monty?

That she loved him..

...all the time?

I wasn't sure.

But you see, they're both young.

- And I was afraid.
- Yeah.

They're both young.

I've been very foolish.

But she was always so..

...so dear to me.

Does it hurt terribly?

Yes.

It hurts terribly.

Remember..

...you have one love
that is greater than all.

- What?
- Your music.

Dead.

No...sleeping.

I wonder what God would do..

...in a case like this.

Well, there's no end
of news to tell you.

All sorts of things
going up here now.

Here she is, Monty.

Here she is.

Here's the truant..

...come back.

- Grace..
- Monty!

Isn't she lovely?

All of the latest
California fashions.

I certainly must get
one of those hats.

- Do you like my hat, Monty?
- Stunning.

What kind of a husband
he's gonna be, Grace?

Just thinks you look beautiful

but doesn't say it.

Well, I'll set him an example.

Monty, you look
younger than ever.

You've quite a color.

Well, I must say you're not
a very affectionate pair.

I suppose, I'm in the way.

But...before I go

how shall I answer this letter?

Here's a picture
of the new organ..

...all finished.

And a letter,
asking me to use my influence

to get you to be present
at the opening..

...and they want you to be
the first to play upon it.

- If you only would.
- No, no.

- Why not?
- I couldn't send it.

What, are you never
going to see your great gift?

Why, I just as well sneak in

but-but not with the crowd.

Oh, well, I'll make some excuse.

That's what secretaries are for.

Grace, you'll find him
much more like a human being

than he was when
you saw him last.

Well, aren't you glad
I've come back?

You haven't told me so.

Perhaps I was waiting..

...to see if you had anything
to tell me.

Why, yes, I have heaps
to tell you.

I mean, about Santa Barbara.

Santa Barbara?

Oh, there's nothing to tell.
Usual round.

Bathing and driving
and all that sort of thing.

Nice people there?

Mm-hmm.

- Anyone we know?
- Mainly their western friends.

Oh, yes.
Harold Van Adam was there.

Yes?

But let's talk about ourselves.

Do you know
you haven't kissed me?

You made a compact with me.

I've come to hold
you to your promise.

- What promise?
- Don't pretend.

You know, you promised me

that if I came to you
in six months

and said, "I love you,
I love you"--

That was six months ago.

Things have changed since then.

I know.

But it makes
no difference to me.

I'm going to break my word.

Monty!

Why?

Because you have
such a beautiful nature.

I don't want to lose you
as a friend.

But what do you mean?

Something has happened
that changed me.

Something has happened?

- When?
- Today.

What is it?
Who is it?

You.

Me?

Yes.

- Do you remember these?
- My glasses.

You remember,
you left them behind?

Well, it turned out
to be fairy glasses.

By looking through them

I can see everybody's life
just as it is.

Everybody's thoughts..

...just as they are.

Monty!

Don't be frightened.

Excuse me, sir?

Excuse me, sir.

I need some more money
for the wedding.

Welcome home, Ms. Grace.

I suppose Mr. Royle has told you
about his little business.

You did a grand thing to him

when you left
your glasses behind.

He just made two young people
very happy.

They were sitting
on that bench down there.

He read their lips perfectly
through your glasses.

'Got their whole story
from their own lips.'

And now, I'm dashing off
to be best man at their wedding.

Excuse me!

You..

...you read our lips?

Yes.

Puts me in a pretty bad light,
doesn't it?

Eavesdropping.

Oh, Monty..

You don't think I've been
deceiving you, do you?

No, dear. You've just
been deceiving yourself.

It was music
that...brought us together.

You know that, don't you?

Yes.

It was a love founded
on perfect harmony.

We never looked ahead.

Our love was music.

But you see, dear..

...a string...snapped.

And the music ceased.

Not altogether, Monty.

You'll always be my idol.

I shall always be your friend.

Goodbye.

You behaved
like a gentleman, Grace.

And perhaps I admire you

more than I could
ever have loved you.

Mildred?

God's in his heaven today.

You will play?

For the King.