All language subtitles for Maniac.1963.720p.BluRay.x264-GHOULS-HI

(ANNETTE LAUGHING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Annette!

Bonjour, Janiello.

Venez avec moi?

Non, merci.

Fait trop chaud pour aller.

D'accord. Merci.

Là, là. C'est là.

Janiello!

Sale bête!

Sale bête, toi!

(JANIELLO SCREAMING)

Hey, ferry!

I want to come across.

We were like this, he and I.

As close as I'm standing to you now.

He had this pick axe, understand?

He was going to brain me with it.

What did you do then, Monsieur Salon?

I went for help.

What else could a man do in
a situation such as that?

What else indeed?

Oh, the ferry?

I'm sorry. There is some
trouble with the motor.

How long will it take?

I don't know.
It's difficult to say.

Give me a cognac, will you?

It is not good to drink cognac,
monsieur, in the heat of the day.

Headache.

Monsieur already has a headache.
Your health.

And yours, monsieur.

Another.

Monsieur is a tourist?

Monsieur is not a tourist.

But you are English.

No, American.

You have no car.

I have no nothing.

- How did you get to Saint-Gironde?
- I walked.

How long is
monsieur staying in Saint-Gir...

(FOOTSTEPS)

WOMAN:
So, this is where you're hiding.

Lucky I found you.

Lucky for who?

If you've finished sulking,
perhaps we can get on.

- Have a drink, Grace
- I don't want a drink.

- Are you coming?
- No.

I'll leave without you.

That's the basic idea, Grace,
or hadn't that got through to you?

You can't stay here,
miles from any damn place.

How are you going to get
anywhere without me?

I'm a big boy now, Grace.

Then start behaving
like one.

Oh, I'm trying to.

That's why I'm not coming any further.
Not with you, anyway.

Besides, I like it here. I've
always wanted to visit, um...

- Saint-Gironde.
- Yeah, Saint-Gironde. Jewel of the Provence.

All right, if you want to
be pig-headed, you can.

But I warn you, this
time I'm really leaving.

I don't believe you.

(ENGINE STARTING)

I shan't be waiting in Nice
when you come looking for me.

Bon voyage.

Give my regards
to your father.

Ah, but I'm a very big boy now.

That's life.

Do you have rooms
here, mademoiselle?

Yes, but you'll have
to ask my stepmother.

Where is she?

She's out at present.

But she'll be back shortly.

I'll wait.

I'm going, Annette.

The young lady will
be quite safe, Officer.

I'm a confirmed misogynist,
as you must have gathered.

Well, in that case...
Good day, monsieur. Annette.

Goodbye, Mr Salon.

SALON:
Good morning, Madame Beynat.

Are you going to paint?

I'm going to try.

There is nothing much
to paint around here.

Oh, on the contrary.

From what I've seen of it,
it's very beautiful,

but in a stark sort of way.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Monsieur was enquiring
about a room.

I told him he would
have to see you.

Oh. I'm Madame Beynat.

I understand you were
asking about the room.

Yes. Do you have one free?

Will your wife be coming back?

She's not my wife.
She won't be coming back.

No, I'm quite alone.

Oh.

Well, yes, we have a room.

But it's not here,
it's on the other side.

All right.

Annette, monsieur will be staying.

Will you excuse me?

- Is the jukebox really out of order?
- Yes.

Like the ferry.

Monsieur would like another drink?

No, thank you.

Um...

I'm going to be needing
somebody to show me around.

You know, the local beauty
spots and things like that.

Are you really a good painter?

No. Will you?

I knew a painter once.
He wasn't very good either.

You're avoiding the
question, mademoiselle.

What was the question?

Well, I was asking your stepdaughter

if she'd be able to show me
around Saint-Gironde.

Annette, er,
Gilles has the ferry ready.

Would you go across
and fix monsieur's room?

All right, Eve.

Did I say the wrong thing?

Oh, no.

No, it's just that the...

Annette never does anything
without asking me first.

But of course
she can show you around.

We'll both do it.

Would you like a drink?

Yeah, I'll have a beer.

Mmm.

Will you join me?

No, thank you.
Not now.

If you give me a screwdriver,
I'll fix this thing.

I'm an electronic wizard.

(JAZZ DANCE NUMBER)

She was very angry, that one.

My compatriot told me she
drove through the village

at a formidable speed.

That's my girl.

Ah, she's very beautiful
for an Englishwoman.

I agree.

Monsieur did not mind her
taking the automobile?

It was hers, Monsieur Salon.

Ah! She's rich, too.

Yes, she is very rich.

Beautiful and rich.

As you said, monsieur,
that's life.

Let's dance.

It's a long time since we've seen
Annette so happy, eh, Madame Beynat?

- (MUSIC ENDS)
- (APPLAUSE)

(MUSIC STARTS UP)

EVE:
Annette!

Will you come
and help me, darling?

Can I buy you a drink,
Monsieur Salon?

Oh, no, thank you,
monsieur, I'm on duty.

And when on duty I allow
myself three drinks only.

It is better.

Ah, well, I must go now.

I think I'll get some air, too.

Good night, Monsieur Farrell.
Good night.

No, don't. I brought a nightcap.

Oh, well, thank you.

He wanted to lock you up
this morning.

He thought you were
a little mad.

And now?

Well, you're an American,
so everything is explained.

Is your room comfortable?

Oh, yes, thank you.

And, er... was your dinner all right?

My dinner was excellent.

Do you worry about
all your guests this way?

You're the first one
we've had since...

For four years.

Maybe that'll change now
that I've fixed the jukebox.

Er, could I borrow Gilles
for a couple of minutes?

Yes, of course.

- Oh, Annette!
- Yes?

Will you please tell Gilles that
monsieur would like to cross?

All right.

Good night, Annette.

Good night, monsieur.

Thank you very much
for the dance.

Er, Monsieur Farrell...

Yes?

You wouldn't think that Annette
was already 19, would you?

I hadn't given it any thought.

She's such a child, really.

Impressionable, you understand?

Yes, Mrs Beynat, I think I do.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I hope you manage
to sleep in this heat.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(HORSE'S HOOVES)

Hello.

I, um...

I couldn't sleep.

Why are you awake?

Well, it's hot.

It's always hot here at night.

Would you like a drink?

Yes, all right.

Cognac?

Yes, thank you.

Are you going to stay
here long, Mr Farrell?

I don't know. Why?

I was just wondering.

Tell me...

What do you do around here?
Don't you find it dull?

Oh, no.

My work keeps me busy.

And then there's riding, swimming.

Alone?

It does get lonely sometimes.

There must be something seriously wrong
with the young men of Saint-Gironde.

What?

Excuse me, please.

I'll only be a moment.

That's 40 francs you owe me, Geoff.

I know.

- One more game?
- Okay.

What about tomorrow?

I don't know, Geoff.

Look, I'm not asking
you to elope with me.

I just want you
to come on a picnic.

All right.

(DOOR SHUTS LOUDLY)

Annette.

What are you doing up?

I couldn't sleep.

Suppose you go back
to bed and try again.

All right, Eve.

Thank you for keeping
me company, Geoff.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

I'm sorry about this,
Mr Farrell.

Don't be.

I couldn't sleep either.

I saw a prowler.
I think Annette did, too.

She was nervous and she wanted
somebody to sit up with her

till you came home.

- A prowler?
- Just after you went out.

Oh.

Well, there are a lot of
gypsies here on the Camargue.

They're harmless.

Mr Farrell...

You shouldn't let Annette take
advantage of your good nature.

Shall we?

Okay.

EVE:
Hello there.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I brought your lunch.

Where's Annette?

She was busy.
She asked me to apologise.

You shouldn't have bothered.

It was no bother.

Feels like there's enough
in here for ten people.

Will you join me?

I should be getting back.

All right, then.

But not here.

I know a much better place.

Up there.

More wine?

No, thank you.

This is a beautiful place.

Mmm-hmm.

We used to come here a lot.

I'm not surprised.

Annette loved it.

Her father would...

Go on.

No. It's not important.

No, Annette's father...

Well, stop me if I'm being
nosey, Mrs Beynat,

but there is a Mr Beynat?

Oh, yes.

There is a Mr Beynat.

And, er, he won't mind you
renting me this room?

We're a registered
pension, Mr Farrell.

Why should he mind?

Well, just you and Annette there.

He won't know.

Oh, he's not coming back soon?

You must have read about it
even in the American papers.

They called it
"The Acetylene Killing".

Acetylene...

It's Beynat, Georges Beynat.

He's my husband.
Annette's father.

Wasn't it something
to do with her?

Mmm-hmm.

That man he killed, Janiello.

He picked up Annette on
her way home from school.

She was 15.

He assaulted her.

Georges got hold of him
before the police did.

You see, people here believe

that a man should be able to
settle his own differences

without interference
from the law.

Georges was a hero
in their eyes.

It was the Janiello family
that had to leave.

Pretty bloody crime.

Mmm-hmm.

It was so terrible that
they found Georges insane.

Was he insane?

Well, at the moment
he must have been.

But it was
an insanity of rage.

Now I think he's as
sane as you and I.

Where is he now?

He's in an asylum
just outside Avignon.

I go and see him
every fortnight.

That can't be a very
pleasant experience.

It's horrible.

He just sits
and looks at me.

He never asks
about anything.

Except about Annette.

He just sits there

and looks.

He hates me, I think,

for being outside
while he's locked up.

Well, it's no good
talking about it.

The situation exists

and there's nothing
that can be done.

I must be going home now.

I really enjoyed our picnic.

I can't tell you how much.

Then we'll do it again.

I'd like it.

Very much.

Do you ride, Mr Farrell?

If I have to.

Because I'd like to show you the
Camargue as it should be seen.

From horseback.

How are you getting on
with your painting?

Oh, I'm still waiting
for inspiration.

Well, like most things
if you wait long enough,

it will happen eventually.

See you tonight.

- More coffee?
- Yes, thank you.

That was one of the best
meals I've ever eaten.

- You're an incredible cook, Annette.
- Thank you. Eve taught me.

Where is Eve?

I don't know.

She often goes away like
this without telling anyone.

May I ask you something, Geoff?

What?

When you first decided
to stay here,

I mean, without having
made any plans,

was there anyone who might
wonder where you are?

Worry about you?

The only person who
worries about me is me.

But you must have some
relation, a family.

No. No family, no relations.

Well, what about that girl?

Grace?

Are you lovers?

You mean are we in love,
or are we lovers?

I'm sorry. I'll tell
you about Grace.

She has a very rich father.

Anything he wants, he buys.

And she was
brought up that way.

She sees a thing she wants,
she asks the price

and most times she gets it.

But not this time.

Me? Oh, it's not
as dramatic as that.

She wanted to go
to Nice, I didn't.

That seems a small thing
to disagree on.

Well, I used it
as an excuse, really.

In London, Grace blinded me
with her reflected glory.

Oh, I thought
I was in love with her.

Probably because
everybody else was after her.

But a week of Grace exclusively
is too much, I'm afraid.

And I wouldn't have minded
going to Nice, as it happens.

But not with Grace.

Definitely not with Grace.

What are you
going to do now?

Stay here
for a while.

Oh, I really am a painter.

At least, that's how
I make my living.

I'd like to paint you.

Why?

Because you're
a very beautiful young lady.

- Where are you going?
- I must clear away.

I'll help.

EVE:
Good evening.

Good evening.

Oh.

Annette has cooked you dinner.

Yes.

She's a wonderful cook.
Aren't you, dear?

She said you taught her.

Oh. She flatters me.

I promised to show you the
Camargue from horseback.

What about tomorrow?

Yes, I'd like that.

Good.

Good night, Mr Farrell.

Good night.

Thank you, Annette,
for the dinner.

GEOFF:
You're a wonderful rider.

EVE:
I've had a lot of practice.

There isn't much else
to do over here.

I'll race you to the sea.

Come on!

Come on, it's wonderful.

Oh, you're a coward.

(EVE LAUGHING MERRILY)

Why didn't you join me?

I would have, but my
horse had other ideas.

You've come prepared.

But of course.

Is this where you come on those
occasions when you disappear?

Yes.

It's wonderful, isn't it?

Miles and miles
without another soul.

Meaning you, um,
like to be alone?

Sometimes.

Don't you?

Not very often.

Bearing that in mind,
am I invited again?

Of course.

If you make yourself useful.

Here.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

GEOFF:
Do you want a drink?

EVE: No, I don't think so.
I'm going to bed.

GEOFF:
Then I'll come up with you.

(DOOR SLAMS LOUDLY)

(SOBBING)

Darling, I love you.
You know that, don't you?

Yes, I do.

And it makes me so happy.

I feel I've come alive
again thanks to you.

Oh, if only...

If only what?

No, nothing.
Nothing really.

Hey, come on, tell me.

It's tomorrow.

How I dread tomorrow.

What about tomorrow?

I have to visit Georges.

Oh, I see.

Oh, darling.

You don't know
how awful it's been.

Oh, I can guess.

And now it's going to
be so much worse.

Because of me?

Yes, but it's not your problem.

Well, I want your problems
to be mine now.

Oh, it may sound selfish,

but I love you to say that.

Just someone to
worry about me again.

To think about me.

I'd like to come
with you tomorrow.

I would like that.
Very much.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

How was it, darling?

The same.

Do you want to talk about it?

No. Not now.

You want to go home?

No.

But let's get away from here.

Okay, come on then.

You drive.

Geoff, please, let's not
talk about it any more.

Don't be silly, Eve.

If it's the only way,
we've got to do it just that way.

If I had thought you were
going to take it seriously,

I would never have
told you what he said.

But you did tell me and I
am taking it seriously.

But we're breaking the law,
apart from everything else.

Well, the law's been broken before.

The only considerations
are moral ones.

But they count.

Of course they do.

Isn't this whole thing
one of morals?

You won't come away with me as
long as your husband's locked up.

I, on the other hand, am
not going to give you up.

And he won't give you up unless
we help him escape from prison.

It is not a prison.

It's an asylum.
And he isn't insane.

You told me yourself
the doctors were considering

transferring him
to a regular prison.

They wouldn't do that
if he wasn't all right.

If we were contemplating turning
loose a homicidal maniac,

I'd agree with you,
but we're not.

We're helping a man
to start a new life.

You make it sound
the only thing to do.

Well, that's because it is.

Now, where is he going to go?

I don't know and I don't care.

Well, what about Annette?

He wants her to join him
as soon as he's settled.

And all we have to do is pick him
up as he comes over the wall.

Mmm-hmm.

He's got everything
arranged inside.

One of the male nurses
is going to help him escape.

We just have to
take him to the boat.

Then I really don't see
what we're arguing about.

Unless you don't want to be free.

You know it's not true,
darling, don't you?

Yes, of course I do.

All that's left is to see
if Annette will agree.

Of course I agree.

I'll go with him
wherever it is.

I wasn't going to
stay here anyway.

Do you think I have
enjoyed watching you two?

You're married to my father.

What you have been doing is a crime
against him and against God.

Whichever way
all this comes out,

you'll have to pay for it.

Eve is young, Annette.

It isn't right for her to spend
the rest of her life alone.

Why not?

Wasn't father supposed to?

When is it going to happen?

Your father will tell me
next time I go to see him.

As soon as he's safely away,
he'll send you a cable

to tell you
where to meet him.

What's going to happen
to this place?

I think I'll sell it.

It's not yours to sell.

But it will be.

Your father's going to
make it over to me.

When I sell,
I'll keep half the money,

and the other half I'll send to
you and to him wherever you are.

We don't need the money, Eve.

You can send it all to them.

You take a man's wife,
Mr Farrell, but not his money?

I haven't taken anything, Annette.

Your father and Eve have nothing
for one another any more.

These things happen.

It takes a man like you
to start them.

Don't worry.

She'll be all right, I think.

No, darling, not tonight.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I'm just tired.

I think I'll go to bed.

(SQUAWKING BIRD)

He's well over an hour late.

What could have happened?

In there, anything.

We can't stay here
any longer, come on.

Just a few more minutes.

Eve, I don't know very
much about these things,

but one thing I do know,
they work to a timetable.

And when something goes
wrong, that's the end of it.

He'll tell you all about it
when you see him again.

Come on.

What could have happened?

Nothing happened.

Georges, what happened?

Where the devil have you been?

We thought something
had gone wrong.

Let's go.

Where to?

Marseilles, Pier 5.

How long before they miss you?

The morning.

Eight o'clock.

You'll be at sea by then.

Yes.

Do you know yet
where you are going?

Yes.

Where?

You will hear from me
as arranged.

(SQUEALING TYRES)

Is this all right?

Mmm-hmm.

Goodbye, Georges.

Goodbye, Eve.

Good luck.

(SHIP'S HORN)

Have we done the
right thing, Geoff?

It's too late to worry
about that now.

INSPECTOR: Then there is absolutely nothing
more you can tell me, Madame Beynat?

Nothing, Inspector.

When you last visited your husband,

he gave you no sign that he
planned anything like this?

No.

Good morning.

Ah. You're Mr Farrell?

Yes, I am.

Inspector Étienne from Marseilles.

How do you do?

I would like to ask you,
Monsieur Farrell,

if you saw or heard anything
unusual last night.

Unusual in what way?

Unusual, anything
that was not customary.

No, I don't think so. Why?

A dangerous man escaped from
a mental asylum last night.

We have reason to believe
he may come here.

Here?
What on earth for?

Why do Americans always answer
questions with questions of their own?

Simply, Monsieur Farrell,

did you or did you not notice
anything unusual last night?

- No, I did not.
- Ah.

Madame Beynat, you will tell me if
you see or hear from your husband?

Oh, yes, of course, Inspector.

And you, mademoiselle?

Yes.

Oh, there's one more thing
which may be of importance.

I have been asking about
one man, Georges Beynat.

In fact, there are two men
in whom we are interested.

One of the male nurses at the
asylum disappeared last night also.

It may be that
he assisted in the escape.

It may be that he is
merely absent without leave.

In any case, you will
keep me informed?

Oh, yes, Inspector.

Thank you. Madame.
Monsieur.

He didn't say anything
about anyone else last night.

Well, maybe the man
just ran away.

Yeah. Maybe.

Where are you going?

I'm going into Arles
to do some shopping.

Well, I'll drive.

All right.

- (CHATTERING)
- (GEESE HONKING)

Oh, look at these over here.

Aren't they sweet?

I want to get some
things over here.

A kilo of those, please.

Tell me, what would you have
done if I hadn't come along?

Strange as it may seem
to you, I always can find

someone to carry my parcels.

- Here.
- I'm just a workhorse.

Take these to the car.
I'm going to buy a present.

What?

You'll see.

- Quick. Get in the car.
- What is it?

- Get in. Please, get in.
- Geoff, what is it?

- But the shopping...
- Forget it. I'll explain later.

GEOFF: That's why he didn't meet us
at the place he was supposed to.

He had to get that in the
car without us seeing.

What are we going to do?

Oh, I don't know yet.

The police?

We can't.
We're accessories.

We helped him escape, and this is
a direct result of what we did.

What, then?

Got to get rid of it.

- Where?
- Here.

Geoff. Look.

Get in the car, quick.
You drive.

- What about...?
- I'll get rid of him tonight.

I found the key.

GEOFF:
It's very rusty.

I'll get the car.

(HORN HONKING)

I'll go and see what he wants.

Geoff. Oh, Geoff.

What is it?

No, he's the only one
who could have sent them.

The driver said they were
ordered by phone this morning.

That means he couldn't
have got on the boat.

Maybe there's
something he wants more.

What? Annette?

- That was arranged.
- No. You.

He agreed to let me go.

Yeah, so we'd help him escape.

But if he stays around,

he's bound to be
caught eventually.

Yes, but he might not care.

That's silly.

Why should he want to
escape if he doesn't care?

- Revenge.
- On who?

You and me.

How do we know what
went through his mind

when you told him about us?

Locked up in that place with
nothing else to think about,

he might have planned this
whole thing just to get even.

Oh, Geoff.

- That's crazy.
- Yes, exactly.

Make up your mind, Eve. We're
dealing with a homicidal maniac.

Do you want me to help?

No.

This makes us
as guilty as he is.

Yes, I know.

(DOOR SLAMS LOUDLY)

(BLOWTORCH HISSING)

(LOUD HISSING)

- What's happening?
- What are you doing here, Annette?

I heard a noise.

Then I saw this light.

I came to see what it was.

You shouldn't touch that.
It's dangerous.

I didn't.

I told you, it was
burning when I got here.

Are you sure, dear?

Of course I'm sure.

What will I do with that?

Come on, darling.
We'd better go back to the house.

INSPECTOR:
So, what do we know?

We know Georges Beynat escaped.

And we know that he enlisted
the aid of one of the staff.

Without that aid, he could
not have reached the wall.

Now,

when these two men
climbed the wall,

it was necessary that there
should be a car waiting for them.

They get in and drive,
or are driven.

Where?

The docks.

And why do you say
the docks, monsieur?

It's natural if they
wanted to get away.

You're thinking like a sane man,

but remember, Beynat is insane.

He still wanted to get away,
or he wouldn't have escaped.

Ah. But why did
he want to get away?

A model inmate by all accounts.

Insane, yes.

But obeying the rules,
behaving himself,

apparently quite contented
within his mental limitations.

What happened after four years that
should suddenly make him want to escape?

You visited him frequently, madame?

Inspector, I told you all I know.

Hmm.

Something happened.

Something that made it necessary
for him to be on the outside.

We must search for this something.

Then we shall know where to find him.

I don't know why you're telling
me all this, Inspector.

This would be the last place
where he'd come back to.

I have learned long ago to
look in the last place first.

It saves time.

But there's nothing
here for him.

Nothing?

His wife, his daughter, his home.
You call this nothing?

He's given them up four years ago.

No, madame.
He did not give them up.

They were taken away from him.

Remember that, please.
They were taken away from him.

And now, perhaps, he would like
something back.

- ANNETTE: Eve, it's...
- Ah, bonjour, mademoiselle.

Inspector.

INSPECTOR:
And you were going to say?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

Please, go on.

But remember, madame,
Georges Beynat is completely mad.

I have spoken to his doctors
and they have told me.

He is without doubt the most dangerous
man I have ever searched for.

Please remember this.

And should he try to contact you,

or you, mademoiselle,

I implore you, let me know.

We will let you know, Inspector.

Thank you.

You are staying long
in Saint-Gironde, monsieur?

- Why?
- Just that it is necessary,

after a while, to register
with the local police.

I'll remember that, Inspector,
if I stay that long.

Good day.

It came.
The telegram from Father.

Show me.

From Arles?

Let me see.

The arena at Arles
at eleven o'clock.

Well, you're not going.

Of course I'm going.

Isn't it what we have
all been waiting for?

Well, you can't go, Annette.

Who are you to tell me
what I can or cannot do?

Eve, tell him.

Tell him he can't
order me about.

Annette,

I think you should
do what he says.

You might have to,
but I don't.

What happened?

Why have you
changed your minds?

Darling.

There are some things about
your father we didn't tell you.

No, I don't want to hear them.

I'm going, and there is nothing
either of you can do to stop me.

I'm going to pack.

GEOFF:
Annette.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

I don't see how we can stop her.

Oh, I'll take her in to Arles tonight.

At least I can see him,
ask him some questions.

I'll decide about her later.

No, Geoff.

I think it's better if I take her.

Darling, I'll be all right.

But he'll be less suspicious,
he'll talk easier,

and I'll know if there's
anything wrong.

You stay here, in case
it's some kind of a trick,

or if the police call again.

Believe me, it's the best way.

GEOFF:
All right.

EVE:
I'll go and tell Annette.

- Darling.
- Mmm?

You know that I love you

and I need you.

Be careful tonight.

I aimed at him.

Twice I fired.

Twice I missed.

And twice the inspector from
Marseilles has been here,

and twice I have missed him.

He'll be back.

Do not misunderstand
me, Monsieur Farrell.

I have no desire to see him.

He'll tell me my buttons are dirty,
my uniform is not neat enough,

and my record of arrests
is nonexistent.

I don't think he's
that kind of inspector.

All inspectors are
the same, monsieur.

This is the tenth time
you've looked at that clock.

You are worried about the time?

No.

The ladies, perhaps you
are worried about them?

Ladies?

Madame and
Mademoiselle Annette.

Oh, I'm not worried.
Why should I be?

Why indeed?

ANNETTE:
There's no one here.

It's open.

(CREAKING)

(DOG BARKING)

(CAT YOWLING)

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

Can you see anyone?

No.

(DOG BARKING)

What time is it?

It's well over eleven.

But he said eleven o'clock.

Eve, I'm frightened.

(CLOCK TICKING)

(CLOCK CHIMING MIDNIGHT)

(FAINT HISSING)

(BLOWTORCH HISSING LOUDLY)

(HARD SLAP)

I do not know who is
the bigger fool, Farrell.

Eve, or you.

Her for thinking that I would stand by
while she went off with another man,

or you for helping her.

I am a wanted man.

Everywhere I go, I shall be
looking back over my shoulder

for the rest of my life.

This I do not like.

So I have arranged

that I shall die.

Here.

Now.

This way I will not be looking
back over my shoulder any more.

But I am supposed to be mad,

so I must behave like a madman.

Hmm?

This person here,

he helped me to escape
from the asylum.

We came here to hide.
We quarrelled, we fought.

He was killed.
But I am mad!

So I do not just bury him,

or throw him in the canal,
as you did, monsieur. No, no.

My diseased mind won't allow
me to do that. No, no.

I'll recreate the same crime

that I committed four years ago.
Eh? Hmm?

This way,

the police will nod
their stupid heads and say

it is a typical
pathological pattern.

These things

can be very dangerous.

If they are not handled
carefully, then these cylinders,

they can explode
with devastating effect,

which is what
they are going to do.

But later on,

after I have used them.

They will destroy this place completely.

Nothing will be left,
except the wreckage

and the remains of two bodies.

The police will arrive,

and they will try to put
these two bodies together.

They will throw
their hands in the air

and they will say,
"He has done it again.

"The mad Beynat
has done it again.

"But this time
he was too smart.

"The equipment
blew up in his face.

"He's dead.

"No longer do we need
to look for him."

Eh? You see?

Two men missing from the asylum,

and two bodies found here.

What makes you think
I won't be missed?

Oh, Eve will get a letter.

You found the whole thing too much

and went back to America.

I think I would have
killed you anyway, Farrell.

I don't like people who
take from me what is mine.

(HISSING)

Now at least your death
will serve a purpose.

And now to set the scene.

First,

I think we will burn him a little,

and then we will
arrange the explosion.

I am afraid I will have to keep you
tied to the cylinders for a while,

but it won't be
for long, I promise you.

You needn't watch
if it upsets you.

(SIREN)

What happened, Inspector?

We found two bodies
in the debris.

Your husband, I'm afraid,
was one of them.

The other, the male nurse
who helped him escape.

It seems as though your husband
was attempting to recreate

the crime he committed
four years ago.

A typical
pathological pattern.

Then suddenly, the equipment
must have blown up in his face.

He's dead?

One of them is still alive.

Burned very badly,
but still alive.

I'm sorry, madame.

It is impossible
to tell which one it is.

Where did they take him?

The small hospital at Saint Lucien.

But it would be pointless.

But please, Inspector.

It might be my husband,
you just said so.

If you wish. I shall
leave instructions.

Now it would be better
if you both go inside.

Inspector, they are
calling you on the radio.

Bah!

He was my father.

But if he did kill that
man that helped him,

then it's for the best.

It is, Eve.

Eve?

Eve, what is it?

It was Geoff.

What are you talking about?

One of the two men in there

was Geoff.

Why do you say that?

Because I know it.

The police think that

those two men escaped
from the asylum.

Those must be the two.

But I know

that the male nurse who
helped your father escape

is buried out on the Camargue.

We did it ourselves,

Geoff and I.

Miles away.

So, if there were
two men in that workshop,

then one of them

must be Geoff.

Then how did
the male nurse die?

Your father killed him.

And Geoff too?
But why? Why?

Because he's insane!

I must go to the hospital.
I must find out.

But you don't know which one
it is who's still alive.

It might be father.

Thank you.

Geoff.

I know it's you.

It can only be you.

Just as my husband
and I had planned it.

The other one was
already dead, wasn't he?

Georges brought him back from where
you buried him on the Camargue.

It was the only way
he and I could be together.

Now he's officially dead.

No one is going to
look for him any more.

He can go wherever he wants.

You know what I have
to do now, Geoff.

I'm sorry I have
to do it myself.

I didn't want to.

(DRIPPING SOUNDS)

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

I may keep it, madame?

If you wish.

I don't suppose Mr Farrell
will be returning.

It is strange, him leaving
like that, without a word.

I saw him that night.

Oh, you did? When?

While you and Miss
Annette were in Arles.

He seemed worried, I remember. He
kept looking at the café clock.

Mmm. Well, I suppose he was
worried about his train.

Strange.

Without a word to anyone.

I hadn't thought of it

with all that happened.

Oh, of course not.
Such tragedy.

But for the best,
madame, I feel.

I suppose you're right, Mr Salon.

Yes. Well, I must go now.
Goodbye, madame.

Goodbye.

(GASPING)

This can't go on, Eve.

What can't?

This deception.

We must ring the police.

And tell them what?

Everything about Geoff

and that poor man being buried
out there on the Camargue.

There's too much being left
unsaid about the whole thing.

Listen, Annette.

Do you think I'll ever be
able to forget about Geoff?

I really loved him, you know.

But it's all finished now.

What good would it do to tell them
about the body out on the Camargue?

They've accepted
the fact of his death.

Why resurrect it all?

No, Eve.

I'm going to tell the police.

Very well.

I think you're right.

But not on the phone.

You go over to
the café and lock it.

I'll ring Inspector Étienne and tell
him you're coming over to see him.

Thank you, Eve.
I'm sure it's for the best.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

I'll tell Gilles we won't
be back till this evening.

It's a long drive
to Marseilles, darling.

How'd you like to
spend the night there?

We can do some shopping
tomorrow morning.

I'd like that very much.

All right, then tell Gilles we won't
be back until tomorrow evening.

- At the earliest.
- Okay.

EVE:
All right?

ANNETTE: I told him to
expect us when he sees us.

EVE:
Fine.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

Yes, thank you.

Étienne here.
The car has left.

Report to me as soon
as contact is made.

They left home.

Was that Gilles?

Yes, Gilles.

You know, he isn't as
simple as I thought he was.

That night he dragged
me out of the workshop

after Beynat left all the
equipment set to explode,

he told me I wouldn't
have been in this mess

if I'd minded
my own business.

And he was right.

Fortunately, he did not
mind his business either.

If he had not seen
what he did that night,

they would have
got away with it.

But remember, none of
this would have happened

if you had not conspired to
help a criminal lunatic escape.

I've already paid
my penance for that,

by allowing myself to be wrapped in
bandages and stuck in a hospital.

How did you know what method Eve
was going to use to get rid of me?

She could have slit my throat
for all you knew, or cared.

But it worked, did it not?

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Yes.

Good.

- They're heading for Les Baux.
- May I come, too?

Yes, of course.

Why are we
going this way?

I have something
to do first.

Will it take long?

No.

What are you doing?
You'll see.

What's happening, Eve?

There's someone
who wants to see you.

To see me?
What about?

Shut up and get out.

You heard her.
Get out.

- Eve, please!
- Out!

Eve, who is this man?

Don't you recognise
your father, my dear?

My father?

You're mad!
Who is he?

I am the man who helped your
father to escape, my dear.

Then what happened
to my father?

I killed him.

He was dead before we even
came over the wall, my dear.

Now come on.

What are you
going to do?

Anything I may have to do

will be your
own fault, my dear.

Eve and I had the whole thing
planned down to the last detail.

We talked about it
now for two years,

every time she came to visit
that madman who was your father.

If you had been content
to let things lie,

this wouldn't
have been necessary.

Eve would have joined
me in a week or two

and everything would
have been all right.

Wouldn't it...

She can't get out that way.

Good.

Annette!

You won't get away!

I've got you now.

Be careful, Henri.

It's a long way down, Annette.

(HENRI SCREAMING)

Henri.

(EVE GASPING)

ANNETTE:
Geoff! Geoff!

GEOFF: Annette, don't move.
I'm coming up.

Madame.

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