Tamango (1958)
Jean Servais: La docteur Corot, Doctor Corot
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Doctor Corot : I forgot, you're a different Captain. You're a man with a "future." As if there were such a thing as the future.
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Doctor Corot : Admit it, you hate the Captain.
Aiché, Reiker's Mistress : What makes you so sure?
Doctor Corot : How could you feel anything else? Come on, tell me the truth.
Aiché, Reiker's Mistress : The truth? Do you see that? I wasn't born with it. They were branded on me by each man that bought me. And these scars. You see them? My first master, a mouse would have frightened him. But, that didn't keep him from beatin' me whenever he felt like it. The Captain never beats me! He's never branded me. He's never says a mean word to me. He treats me like a white woman! If you want the truth - that's it.
Doctor Corot : That won't stop him of getting rid of you as soon as we reach port. He's going to get married - and live in Rotterdam. Didn't you know? And you're going to be sold and branded and beaten by you're new master. Unless, of course, it's me.
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Captain John Reinker : Stop faking! I want the truth.
Doctor Corot : He's not faking, he's dead.
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Doctor Corot : Tell me something Aiché, what do you feel when you see the blacks - the blacks like you, chained, and made slaves? What does it do to you?
Aiché, Reiker's Mistress : One lump of sugar or two?
Doctor Corot : Two. Maybe you've got white blood in your veins, but you're a slave - just like they are. You were sold - just like they were.
Aiché, Reiker's Mistress : It was a long time ago. I was just a kid. I don't remember.
Doctor Corot : Don't you feel anything?
Aiché, Reiker's Mistress : Milk in your coffee?
Doctor Corot : Half and half - your color.
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Doctor Corot : Nothing surprises me anymore. When I was a youngster I paraded through the streets of Paris for liberty, equality, and fraternity. Now, look at me - sawbones on a negro slave ship. Funny, isn't it.
Captain John Reinker : Don't tell me about your past. It's the future that counts.
Doctor Corot : Future? Why? Do you have a future? You?