Of Human Bondage (1934) - Bette Davis - full movie

[Telegraph beeping]

[Music]

[Taps on window glass]

[Philip Carey] Stop in front, please.

Mr. Foine.

[Foine] Yes, sir?

[Carey] Could I speak to you for a moment?

Well, I've been studying painting with you

for some time now.

Do you think it is worth my while, to go on?

[Foine] Why do you ask?

[Carey] Well, I feel there is no sense

in my staying here,

unless I have talent.

[Foine] If you are not certain about

your talent,

why did you stay until now?

[Carey] Because all this is so...

so beautiful to me.

[Foine] In my youth,

it was also beautiful to me,

but now, it is the city

of false illusions.

Is your studio very far?

[Carey] No, not very.

[Foine] Let us go there.

You will show me what you have done.

[Philip Carey] Yes.

[Foine] Have you any money?

[Carey] A little.

Not enough to live on.

[Foine] Then I must tell you.

There is no talent here.

Merely industry, and intelligence.

You will never be anything but mediocre.

And it is very cruel

to discover one's mediocrity

only when it is too late.

I know.

Do you see that?

That name does not belong there.

It belongs somewhere else.

Take your courage,

and both your hands,

and make something of your life.

Have you anything in mind?

[Carey] Well, you see...

I have my limitations.

My father was a doctor.

I've always been interested in medicine.

And if I can't be great,

at least one can be of...

of some use to people.

[Wistful orchestral music.]

[Woman coughs with exaggeration]

[Woman with Cockney accent] I don't know why

I should have such a thing.

'Pon my word, I don't.

I've never had a day's illness in my life.

They can't seem to know that.

[Doctor] Before we call it a 'winter cough,'

a great many middle aged women have it.

[Woman] Well, I never!

That's a nice thing to say to a lady!

No one has ever called me "middle aged" before.

[Doctor] Well, it is time you got used to it.

[Woman] You're a nice one, dearie.

[Doctor] Unfortunately, I can't say the same to you.

Good day, Madam.

[Woman gasps.]

[Doctor] That will be all now.

The rest of you, come back tomorrow.

Uh, get him ready.

[Man] All right, sir.

[Doctor] Are you the boy's father?

[Man] Yes, sir.

[Doctor] What's the matter with you, now?

You see well enough what the matter is.

The boy has a club foot.

Oh uh - Carey, you had best take this case.

It's a subject you ought to know something about.

[Boy] It's only for the looks of the thing, you know.

I don't find it no trouble.

[Carey] Don't you?

That's wonderful.

I always did.

[Boy] Oh, that's 'cause you let them

go on at you.

[Doctor] You seem to be a little slow, Carey.

I think I will have to instruct the class.

There are many varieties of club feet.

This is one of the less interesting.

Yours would probably prove more interesting.

You have a "talipes equinus," [club foot] haven't you?

[Carey] Yes, I believe so.

[Doctor] You don't mind taking over his spot, do you Carey?

[Carey] No, not at all.

[Doctor] Keeps his feet nice and clean, doesn't he?

[Classmate snickers]

[Doctor] Hmm yes. Just as I thought.

"Talipes equinus." Malformation requiring you

to walk on the outside of the foot.

A very interesting example,

I must say.

[Classmate] Do you mind if I have a look?

[Doctor] Congenital club foot.

In simple language, a foot twisted inward.

The cause of this twisting is not clear.

Hereditary influence plays a part, here,

as pointed out by Dr. Little,

who traces recurring deformities

through four generations.

[Classmate] When you've quite finished...

[Man 1] I say, I like that. French, isn't she?

[Carey] Yes, she was a model, in Paris.

[Man 1] You know, I can't understand,

for the life of me,

why you gave up painting.

I'd rather look at that all day long,

than at this.

[Carey chuckles]

[Man 2] Woman, you know.

You can tell by the, uh...pelvis.

[Man 1 laughs] Yeah. I like 'em with a little more...

[Carey and Man 2 laugh]

[Man 1] Well, there's life in the old girl yet.

Don't inhale, dearie!

[Carey laughs]

[Man 1] I say. I've got to be getting along.

It's a little matter of a barmaid

at the 'Crown and Anchor.'

And very nice, too. [laughs] Cheerio!

[Man 2] Funny fellow, isn't he?

[Carey chuckles]

[Man 2] I say, Carey.

It must have been wonderful,

having that life in Paris?

[Carey] Well, it was.

[Man 2] And you mean that you

really knew all those fascinating women?

[Carey] Well, some of them.

[Man 2] I see you're just the man I'm looking for.

I wonder if you couldn't help me?

[Carey] In what way?

[Man 2] Well...

there's a girl, and I can't get anywhere with her.

And you've been to Paris...

and all that.

I'm sure you could say something

that would give me a starter.

I'd ask Griffiths only

he couldn't do it and remember

who he was doing it for.

Oh, but you're just the man.

You know, say something to make her laugh.

[Mildred Rogers laughs]

[Diner] What, you don't believe it?

[Mildred Rogers laughs]

[Diners conversing. Silverware clanking.]

[Man 2] I say. She's marvelous, isn't she?

[Carey] No, she's anemic.

[Man 2] You don't suppose she likes that bounder, do you?

[Carey] Of course.

[Man 2] Now is your chance. Say something.

[Carey] Well, I see your friend is going.

[Rogers] I don't know what you mean.

[Carey] I was referring to the nobleman

with the sandy mustache.

Has he left you for another?

[Rogers] Some people would do better

to mind their own business.

[Carey] Why?

You have a very nice back.

Am I on speaking terms with your back?

Woman, you know. You can tell by the pelvis.

[Rogers] And that. Calls himself a gentleman.

[Rips ticket and plunks it hard on table.]

[Man 2] I apologize.

[Carey] What for?

[Man 2] I promised you something charming,

and she turned out to be

ill natured and contemptible.

I'm sorry I let you in for it.

[Carey] Oh, that's all right.

You don't suppose I care what

an anemic little waitress

says to me, do you?

[Man 2] Well, I do!

[Horn honks in street]

[Man 2] I must be going.

Coming along?

[Carey] No, I...

I think I'll have some more tea.

[Rogers] Anything you want?

[Carey] Yes, if you don't mind. I'd like to talk to you.

[Dishes clatter]

[Carey] Um, filthy weather, isn't it?

[Rogers] Makes no difference to me.

I have to be here all day.

[Carey] Oh, don't talk like that.

I only wanted to say something pleasant.

[Rogers] Well, say it.

[Carey] You know, you have a lovely smile.

You should use it more often.

[Rogers] Now, don't go spoofing me.

Girl that works hard all day, like I do,

don't have much reason to smile.

[Carey] Perhaps I can find a reason.

Will you let me try?

[Rogers] Well, I don't know

whether I will,

or whether I won't.

[Carey] Well, I hope you will decide you will.

[Dramatic music]

[Rogers] Hah.

[Dramatic music]

[Rainfall on pavement. Sad music.]

[Impatient car horns honking.]

[Footsteps]

[Diners talking, dishes scraping]

[Diner] Like that, 'und' that, like so.

[Diner and waitress Rogers laugh]

[Diner] That is a nice little hand.

[Carey clinks knife against cup. Ding ding ding]

[Rogers] Excuse me, won't you?

[Diner] Yah.

[They laugh]

[Carey] How do you do?

[Rogers] You seem to be in a great hurry.

[Carey] Well, I've been waiting ten minutes.

[Rogers] I didn't know you could draw.

[Carey] Didn't you?

[Rogers] That meant to be me?

[Carey] Looks like you, doesn't it?

[Rogers] Well, if you look at it that way.

Tea?

[Carey] You are a strange sort.

I say, will you dine with me, sometime?

And we'll go to the theater?

[Rogers] I don't mind.

[Carey] When will you come?

[Rogers] I'm off Thursday.

[Carey] Alright, shall we say Thursday?

7 o'clock, Victoria station?

[Diner hits knife on dish]

[Rogers] Alright. I'll meet you at Victoria,

in the second class waiting room.

[Ticket taker] All tickets, please! All tickets!

[Train engine puffing.]

[Ticket taker] Platform 19. All tickets please!

Show your tickets!

All tickets please. All tickets please.

[Carey] Well, I thought you were never coming.

[Rogers] I like that! After keeping me waiting.

I almost went home.

[Carey] I was in the second class waiting room.

I thought you said you'd be there.

[Rogers] Now, I say.

Is it likely I would stay in the second class,

when I could sit in the first?

For a gentleman of brains,

you don't use 'em, do you?

[Carey chuckles dryly] Perhaps not.

Anyway you're here, so it's alright isn't it?

[Rogers] Certainly do make a girl feel important to you.

[String orchestral music.]

[Carey] I love that music.

Whenever I hear it, I think of you.

How pale you are.

How strange, how cold.

[Champagne cork pops]

[Rogers] You are going it.

You always order champagne?

[Carey] No.

[Rogers] Then why'd you do it now?

[Romantic string music]

[Carey] I was hoping it could make you...

more friendly.

Do you think it will?

[Rogers] Well, one thing I can say for you,

gentleman in every sense of the word.

[Wistful string music]

[Car engine hums, gentle traffic sounds]

[Carey] May I see you again?

[Rogers] I don't mind.

[Carey] Doesn't it make

any difference to you?

[Rogers] No.

You don't take me out, someone else will.

[Car horn toots]

[Taxi brakes squeal]

[Rogers] I'll say good night here.

[Carey] W - won't you stay for a moment?

[Rogers] No.

[Carey] Why not?

[Rogers] Why, people would think I don't know what all.

[Door creaks open, then closes]

[Romantic string music]

[Carey, in dream] I love that music.

Whenever I hear it, I - I think of you.

[Rogers, in dream] Whenever I hear it, I think of us.

[Sweet string music plays. Glasses clink in a toast.]

[Lively orchestral music]

[Rogers] I've never danced with anyone

who dances like you.

[Carey] I've been looking for you

all my life.

[Rogers] Don't seem to have much to do with your time.

[Carey laughs] I, I - should be studying.

[Rogers] Then why don't you?

[Carey] Well, I'd rather see you.

[Rogers] Any of the girls notice you were waiting for me?

[Carey] I don't know.

Why? What difference does it make?

[Rogers] They all laugh at you, you know.

[Carey] Do they? Why?

[Rogers] They say you're in love with me. [Rogers laughs]

[Carey] May I call you Mildred?

[Rogers] I don't mind.

[Carey] Look here. Don't say that any more, will you?

[Rogers] Why not?

[Carey] Well, I'll call you Mildred. You call me Philip.

Will you?

[Rogers] If I think of it.

[Carey] Look, I'm a little awkward at this.

Will you kiss me goodnight?

[Rogers] No.

[Carey] Oh, Mildred!

Will you come to the theater with me on Saturday?

[Rogers] I don't mind.

[Door opens. Door shuts.]

[Carey] You're sure that's for Saturday?

[Cashier] Certainly.

[Traffic noises]

[Diner. German accent] My name is Miller. Emil Miller.

We should know each other.

[Carey] Why?

[Miller] Well, we are both interested

in the same thing.

[Carey] Thing?

[Miller] Ach! My dear young man,

you are so, uh - so, uh -

artistic.

You. You should be more - oof! Like so!

[Carey] Thanks. Thanks very much.

[Miller] That's, uh - that's all right.

'Keep the change!'

[Carey] What time shall I see you?

[Rogers] Oh, I forgot to tell you, Philip.

I can't go.

[Carey] Why not?

[Rogers] Me aunt's ill.

[Carey] Oh. Well...

[Tears tickets]

[Rogers] What's the sense in that?

[Carey] You don't suppose I want to go

by myself, do you?

I only got them for your sake.

[Rogers] Well, you needn't go on about it.

[Tears paper loudly, slams it on table.]

[Flower vendor] Violets? Sweet violets. Violets?

[Rogers] You're spying on me.

I always thought you was a gentleman,

in every sense of the word.

[Carey] Are you going out with Miller?

[Rogers] No.

[Flower vendor] Violets. Sweet violets.

Tuppence a bunch.

[Rogers] Well, what if I am?

I can go out with whoever I want to, can't I?

[Carey] He's keeping you waiting, isn't he?

[Rogers] Well, I'd rather wait for him,

than have you wait for me.

[Flower vendor] Violets. Tuppence a bunch.

[Carey] Won't you change your mind?

I'll get some more tickets, and we'll -

[Rogers] No.

[Carey] You keep looking for him,

the way I look for you.

If you don't come out with me tonight,

you will never see me again.

[Rogers] Good riddance to bad rubbish!

[Lively piano music. A party.]

[Man 2 laughing] Drink? Desire?

[Lively piano music. Party sounds.]

[Drunken laughter]

[Romantic music overtakes party noises]

[Wistful piano. Then carnival music.]

[Pages turning. Pencils scraping.]

[Orchestral music]

[Coughs]

[Carnival music]

[Loud dramatic music]

[Man 1] Sorry, old boy.

How about a...nice, large beer?

[Carey] Wouldn't help.

[Man 1] Well, what would?

[Wistful music]

[Romantic music]

[Rogers] Oh, dear, leave it.

[Carey] Why, what for?

[Rogers] Shows the waiter who ya are.

[Carey] He knows who you are.

And so do I.

[Rogers] What do you mean?!

[Carey] I'm sorry, I - I didn't mean -

[Rogers] You're a bit too superior for me,

my fine young friend.

[Dish clatters. Stomps away.]

[Carey] Mildred!

Of course you don't like me.

I'm a cripple.

[Rogers] No it isn't that.

[Carey] I've known it all along.

[Rogers] Mind my hat, silly.

You are clumsy.

[Carey whistles cheerfully]

[Man 1] You're off your nut.

You don't know what you're doing.

[Man 2] What sort of a practice can you

expect to have, with a wife like that?

[Carey] I don't know.

[Man 1] Let me ask you something.

Why do you want to marry this girl?

[Carey] Because I am so in love with her.

[Man 1] Awww.

[Cashier] That ring with a little design

is very popular sir.

We sell a great many of them.

They are thirty shillings.

[Romantic music]

[Carey] Thank you sir.

[Rogers] Philip, were you surprised,

when I asked you to take me to

dinner tonight?

[Carey] I was delighted.

[Rogers] Were ya?

[Carey] Yes.

[Rogers] Oh I don't know. I -

you have been so sweet to me all day.

I have got something to ask you, and

it makes it so much easier for me.

[Rogers] Makes it easier for me too.

I've something to tell ya.

[Carey] No. Let me tell you first.

There it is. [Ring box thuds on table.]

I want you to marry me.

[Rogers] I'm so sorry Philip.

It's just what I was about to tell you.

You shouldn't have waited so long.

Fact is, I'm going to be married.

[Carey] Are you? To whom?

[Rogers] A man I know.

He earns very good money.

[Carey] Yes, I'm - I'm sure of it.

[Rogers] Now, ya won't go on about it,

will ya, Philip.

[Carey] All right.

[Rogers] I'm getting on. I'm 24.

Time I settled down.

Gentleman earns 7 £ a week.

He's got good prospects.

This is goodbye.

I hate to eat and run Philip but -

I'm going to the theater

with the gentleman I'm going to marry.

[Dramatic music]

[Car horn honking]

[Crowd noises]

[Miller] Taxi!

[Dramatic music to crescendo]

[Wedding music]

[Trumpets]

[Exhausted woodwind music]

[Music quietens and fades]

[Man 2] Have you seen her since?

[Carey] Nope.

[Man 2] Well, London is the largest city in the world,

and you know the cure for one woman.

[Carey] Another.

[Man 2 laughs] Right-o.

[Soft music]

[Carey] Nora. You don't read such junk, do you?

[Nora] No. I write it.

[Carey] What?

[Nora] That's how I earn my living.

[Carey] I didn't know. Successful?

[Nora] Very.

I have an immense popularity amongst kitchen maids.

They think me so refined.

Let's not talk about that.

Let's talk about us.

[Carey] Nora.

You're - you're not really fond of me, are you?

[Nora] Hm. Clever boy.

You ask such foolish questions.

[Carey chuckles] Oh my dear,

it never struck me that you could be.

[Nora] Pleased?

[Carey] Delighted. So proud, so happy, so grateful.

[Nora] I wish you hadn't been in love with -

what was her name?

[Carey] Mildred.

[Nora] Because if she hadn't treated you

so abominably,

it wouldn't have taken you so long

to understand how I feel.

[Soft music]

[Carey] I saw you.

[Nora] I wasn't very quick.

[Carey slams book shut] Let's go out and play.

[Nora] Not until you pass that exam.

[Soft music]

[Carey] Tell me darling.

What do you get out of this?

[Nora] You will never know.

[Carey] Afraid you don't get much fun with me.

I wish...if only I could take you dancing.

I know how you love it.

[Nora] Philip it's very silly of you

to be so sensitive about your foot.

You know, other people don't think about it

nearly as much as you do.

They notice it when they first see you,

and after that,

they forget all about it.

You know, I only think of it

because I love you.

I don't want it to make you unhappy.

Now, will you please stay here,

and go on cramming for that exam?

[Housekeeper] There is a lady to see you sir.

[Carey] Oh is there?

[Housekeeper] I shouldn't have let her in,

but she was that upset. I -

[Carey] Nora!

[Carey, quietly] What do you want?

[Door slams shut]

I didn't think I'd ever see you again.

What's the matter?

[Rogers] He left me. Emil.

[Carey] Oh has he?

[Rogers] Yes.

I'm going to have a baby.

[Carey] Well why don't you sit down?

I suppose you want him back.

[Rogers] He will never come back.

[Carey] Why not?

[Rogers] He just won't that's all.

[Carey] You are his wife. He has to provide for you.

[Rogers] He won't give me anything.

Even if he did I wouldn't take it.

[Carey] Why not?

[Rogers] No matter what's happened,

I've still got me pride.

[Carey] That's something, isn't it?

Have you got any money?

[Rogers] Nope.

[Carey] Well, you'd better get yourself

a place to live.

After that, we will see what can be done.

[Rogers] Oh Philip. You were always so good to me.

That's why I knew I could come to you.

[Carey] Now look here Mr. Miller.

I'd like to know what you intend to do

about Mildred.

[Miller] I? What you expect me to do?

[Carey] Well I expect you to take care of her.

You married her, you know.

[Miller] I?