Original subtitles

Monica Vitti

Jean-Claude Brialy

Curd Jurgens

Suzanne Flon

Françoise Hardy

Jean-Louis Trintignant

A film by Roger Vadim

Nutty, Naughty Chateau [A Château in Sweden]

From the play by Françoise Sagan

Screenplay: Claude Choublier and Roger Vadim

Director of Photography: Armand Thirard

Fighting a duel with a critic is dumb enough,

Fighting a duel when you're the nephew of the Minister of Justice...

...is even more careless.

You end up being exiled in a lost castle with distant cousins.

At the time, I had taken things with good humor,

that in only a few days the scandal would be forgotten.

And then in Stockholm, they told me that

the new wife of Hugo Falsen was beauty incarnate.

I couldn't guess what was waiting for me there.

It's incredible that there's no roadway.

Miss Agatha doesn't want any cars on her grounds.

The gentleman is lucky that his telegram arrived today.

The gamekeeper had business on the island.

He brought it.

There's no postman ?

Yes, sir. But he only bothers once a week.

On Monday.

What's your name ?

Gunther, sir.

Well, Gunther, I'll give you a piece of advice that's worth gold.

Never fight a duel.

I don't follow advice.

The telegram says that Eric will leave Stockholm at 14:54.

It was yesterday.

My God, but he could arrive any time.

Did we make the necessary arrangements ?

Hugo is never caught off guard.

Indeed.

- Hugo ! - Oh, yes,

I didn't have time to put on my suit.

I repaired the tractor.

I spent the day with my hands in the crankcase.

That's why I didn't kiss you, Eléonore.

Yes, I'll go change.

Woah, woah !

Mr. Eric Ethengem.

What's going on ?

Your suit.

- My suit ? I don't understand. It's from Pyle.

And it never scared anyone until now.

Do you think it's pretty ? These pants and these ridiculous little lapels ?

Here, there and there, huh ?

Of course, compared to your lace.

You're right, my lace is prettier than your tie from Pyle.

How's old Pyle doing ?

Six years ago, I owed him 5,000 crowns.

Now, too, when we say that everything is increasing.

A moment of silence, please, Sebastien.

Sir, I'm Hugo Falsen, your cousin.

This is my wife, Eléonore.

And her brother, Sebastien von Milhem.

As for the young woman who's just leaving, it's my sister Agatha,

a nervous young woman.

- Oh, how... ! - Ner... nervous,

who fell in love with the old days.

To not upset her, and especially so that she leaves me alone,

since she owns three quarters of the domain,

we dress in period costumes.

Yes, I got them to give up the 18th century for the 19th.

You'll be quite kind enough to loan some stylish trinkets to Sebastien.

There.

On that, I have work to do.

Thank you for your visit, sir.

Eric !

Eric.

That's a nice name.

Eléonore -- that's a nice name.

And I'm Sebastien.

It's amazing, we're even.

Don't pay too much attention to my brother, he's weird.

Extremely talkative, even inappropriate.

On the other hand, pay attention to my sister.

Young, beautiful, remote, relatively funny, and...

Well... I'll show you your room.

I've had a suit delivered to your room, I think it'll fit you.

Christian wore it last winter.

You're about his size.

Yes, we often exchange clothes.

You know Christian well ?

Yes, he's an excellent friend.

Why ?

Here's the room occupied by Christian, you'll be very comfortable.

How do you like my sister ?

Superfluous question.

As you were told, I'm very talkative.

I think I'll be appointed next spring as

cultural attaché with the Roman Embassy.

For now, I work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

I'm taking advantage of this free time,

to write a book about the Swedish Navy of the 17th century.

Oh, what a good idea !

Here's a young man who knows how to be useful.

I know that your ancestor, Christine Falsen,

did a lot for the Navy of Sweden at the end of the 17th century.

One of her lovers was an admiral.

She did what she could for the morale of the fleet.

If you'd allow me to know about her private correspondence,

I'm convinced...

That is, I think it will certainly be very useful for my book.

Eric, you wouldn't be able to please me more.

My library is yours.

I have all of Christine's correspondence, 4,000 manuscript pages.

And I thought...

I mean, I thought...

Well, I... I thought...

Ah, there it is.

The generator broke down again.

Excuse me.

I'm delighted.

What do you think of our cousin ?

Interesting. And you ?

A beautiful winter, in store

By the way, this is why I hired Kikki.

Did you notice the portrait of Christine ?

Yes, yes.

Look, it's moving.

It's moving !

We often have curious impressions under candlelight.

- Unless it's Christine's ghost. - Sebastian !

What ghost ?

The ghost of Christine Falsen.

She was immured alive by her husband,

somewhere in the chateau.

Gunther says he's seen her, in the hallways,

several times, during the winter.

That's nonsense.

Gunther never lies.

He is getting older.

Eric, do you believe in ghosts ?

I believe what I see.

Ah !

The generator, the boat, the tractor,

nothing works since last winter.

We owe it to Christian.

He spent his time taking everything apart.

He liked to make himself useful.

He would have done better to refrain.

Have you heard from him since he left ?

- No. - Not a word.

I found that quite flippant.

He had to leave Sweden.

Christian sometimes has unexpected reactions.

I would even say bizarre.

He left like that, one evening,

in the middle of a snowstorm.

In the last days, he was scared.

We wonder why.

Yes, we wonder why.

Maybe he met Christine's ghost.

Well !

It's 10:45. I'm going to bed.

You don't want coffee ?

It's time.

Good night !

I'm joining you.

Sebastien will invite you to play a game of cards.

I advise you to refuse.

You must be exhausted by the night train.

This year, the winter will be early.

Good evening, cousin.

Ophelia lives in the corridors

And no one can see her

Ophelia is crazy

Ophelia, she drowned.

A blue teal.

It's as rare for a visitor.

She has a broken wing.

How sweet she is !

She's as sweet as you seem tough.

You're not ashamed to court me

on the backs of your victims ?

I will take care of her.

There are times when you're so much like me

that I feel like I know you.

Should I be in love or not ?

I don't know.

Why not ?

What is Sebastian signalling for ?

It's not a fox, not a boar, or a deer.

I have never heard this signal.

With Sebastien, you can expect anything.

Perhaps he found a snail.

He wouldn't have called us about a snail.

What is this signal ?

I know, it's not used for the hunt,

but neither is what I found.

Probably one of those peasants who poach in winter,

got lost in the storm.

Tomorrow, I'll let the game warden know.

You're not going to leave this unfortunate

in the middle of the forest ?

The game warden will notify the gendarme.

What do you want me to do ?

I'm glad you like this game, Eric.

You have Falsen blood in your veins, it shows.

The Falsens have always had a passion for cards.

It's 10:45. I'm going to bed.

Eléonore, come, help me pull off my boots.

Hugo, you wore your hunting boots at dinner ?

Need I remind you of the most basic rules...

Ah, don't remind me of anything, don't annoy me.

I've had enough of the 18th and 19th century,

of dressing like a clown, and hiding my Jeep.

Hugo !

Perfectly !

Would you drive around in this... Jeep ?

Yes.

And one of these days, I'll have lunch in a business suit,

you hear me ?

A business suit !

Oh !

The customs and honor of the Falsen are safe,

over my dead body !

It's always the same photo that makes her laugh.

Good night !

Don't forget the memoirs of Christine Falsen.

I was going to forget you, Grandma.

Am I tickling you ?

I like the way you undress me.

Sounds like you're the type to rip it all off, raucously.

You are as gentle, as gentle as ...

... your French spaniel.

I like to fight with this dress.

It's my favorite game.

I like to play with you.

You're the only relaxing woman I've known.

What do you call relaxing ?

A woman who doesn't nag.

My first wife...

I prefer "Ophelia".

Oh yes, then, Ophelia.

Oh, she was always after me.

"Take me hunting, Hugo, carry my rifle."

Smelly as she was.

While I...

I imagine you've known guys like Eric before.

Well, smarter.

Yes. So what ?

The difference with me doesn't bother you too much ?

I've been here for 5 years.

That's a good answer.

Why do you think I'm here, Hugo ?

Because I like the countryside ?

For the honor of belonging to the noble Falsen family ?

To save my brother from debtor's prison ?

Or maybe...

Hup !

Hugo !

Did you ever consider that I might cheat on you ?

Of course, no !

Why not ?

It's simple !

If you cheat on me, I'll kill.

Oh no, Hugo !

You have no shame ?

Kill poor Eric !

Nice Eric !

- Who's talking about Eric ? I'd kill you.

- Me ? - Yes. - No, ah, no !

Ah, that wouldn't be right !

No, why me and not him ?

You take a lover, nothing tells me

that you'd stop there.

After all, I can't kill all the men

who pass by the castle. - Oh !

Whereas killing you, here, I can rest easy.

Oh yes ?

Of course !

Seen from this angle...

But I believe that you will never deceive me.

Never !

Never, never !

Never, Hugo !

Never, never.

Eric ?

Eric ?

Ahead ! Ahead ! Ahead !

No, no, to the right, in the hallway.

Come !

Don't you recognize me ?

You don't remember ?

You used to take me to Tivoli,

to the electric cars and roller coasters.

Ophelia.

You recognized me.

You still look so beautiful, Eric.

Ophelia, it's not possible,

you're dead.

It's that mean Hugo's fault.

No, don't approach.

I shouldn't have talked to you.

I'm so glad you recognized me.

Ophelia !

Ophelia !

Eléonore !

It's me, it's Eric.

Are you insane ?

Shut up !

I've something to tell you,

it's very important.

Shut up, hush,

or I'll call Hugo.

Tomorrow !

Sebastian !

Sebastian !

Ah, a clandestine visit !

But it's charming and unexpected of you.

- It was absolutely necessary... - Come in, my dear, come in.

Clearly, everyone wants to see me tonight.

You quite surprise me.

I took you for a somewhat romantic but

intelligent boy, knowing how to keep his feet

on the ground.

I realize...

The door !

My sister also scares you ?

I would have thought otherwise.

Eric has discovered everything.

It had to happen.

He knows everything.

Hugo is an assassin.

He killed Ophelia.

Ah, well !

Ah, you scared me.

What makes you believe such a thing, Eric ?

Eh ?

I saw Ophelia's ghost in the hallway.

So ?

Well, if we haunt...

IF WE HAUNT... ?

If we haunt, it's generally because,

we were murdered.

Hugo killed Ophelia in order to marry you,

Christian had discovered all this, Hugo killed him too.

- No way to get her to budge. And so ?

I have three pieces of evidence.

Ophelia's ghost,

her skeleton,

and Christian's letter.

Are you talking about a letter from Christian ?

Yes !

No, that doesn't prove anything,

except that he got scared, and fled.

What do you mean ?

Hugo is terribly jealous,

so, he could have imagined...

Let's calmly examine the facts.

So, (1), the letter.

We agree, it doesn't prove anything

except that Christian was afraid of Hugo.

(2) the ghost.

You saw, and spoke to the ghost of Ophelia.

It doesn't mean that Ophelia was murdered.

She drowned, as everyone knows.

With a name like that, how do you not drown ?

And the skeleton ?

Well, here I come to (3), the skeleton.

Kikki, Kikki,

show Mr. Eric what you showed me just now.

I didn't want it, Monsieur Eric.

It was Mr. Christian who told me:

"When I leave, I'll give you my watch."

So, earlier, when I found the watch,

next to Mr. Christian's bones,

I took it, since it is mine.

You're not going to take it back, sir.

Christian is dead.

In general, when we find the skeleton...

It's the wind that comes from Russia.

Tomorrow the snow will fall.

Tomorrow, it will be winter.

For a few days, when the lake freezes over,

we are prisoners of the château.

Prisoners.

Eric, if you don't leave at dawn,

It will be too late.

Eléonore, would you rather I leave ?

- Are you afraid of me, Eric ? - Yes.

Me too, I'm scared.

I'm afraid of the snow coming.

Do you want me to leave ?

A glass ?

- No, thank you, I... I'll try to sleep.

So much the better !

He starts attacking me.

I stole these photos from Grandma's album.

You won't tell her, will you ?

Look, this is me on my wedding day.

You promised me not to leave your room,

as long as Eric is here.

I didn't go outside.

Liar !

Eric saw you in the hallway.

As soon as someone arrives, I have to hide.

It's not fair.

He's a pretty boy, Eric.

If it's discovered that you're not dead,

we'll intern you in an asylum, and Hugo will go to prison.

You wouldn't want to spend your whole

life locked in an asylum, would you ?

I think Hugo behaved badly with me.

It's even very rude what he did.

When they buried me, I was in my room,

at the window, and I saw my mother pass behind my coffin.

She was crying, she was crying.

And my brother, if he had known that, he would have thrashed Hugo.

I doubt that !

No, Hugo wanted to marry Eléonore.

You can't divorce a crazy woman.

Besides, Agatha would never have accepted it.

She's against divorce.

He had better not marry Eléonore.

But he wanted to, he's always like that.

When Hugo wants something he doesn't have, he dies.

Yes, but this is me who died.

Finally, Eric took you for a ghost,

It's fortunate !

So if you meet him again,

let him think you're a ghost.

Oh yes !

Yes, yes, Ophelia,

Ophelia is a ghost,

Ophelia, she drowned,

Ophelia is crazy,

She undressed,

And in the water she fell,

She went all the way,

way, way, way.

Do you know how to plant cabbage ?

Ooh ooh

If I promise to obey you,

will you play pinochle with me ?

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes !

Right away, then !

So you're leaving.

I couldn't do it any longer !

Do what ?

Wait.

Do I please you ?

Yes.

I love you.

If I love you, and if you love me,

then it's simple,

you are going with me to Stockholm.

I believe, Eric, that you're forgetting Hugo.

The Falsens don't get divorced.

So, I'm leaving.

If you want to leave, leave.

But leave quickly !

The lake will not be passable for long.

Fine !

I'll bid farewell to your husband

and your sister-in-law.

Once again, Hugo, I'm very sorry about this,

taking advantage of your hospitality.

But climatic circumstances force me to do so.

What's gotten into you ?

As you know, I give you

this little speech every winter.

It makes me feel like I exist.

After each snowfall, I feel compelled by

other things that appear to me to stay here.

It relaxes me.

It sets my conscience at rest.

Where is Eléonore ?

She's in the living room.

I've decided to go back to Stockholm.

What is going on ?

You're getting older ?

Why ?

Your charm no longer works ?

Eric has not succumbed and he's leaving.

What's going on, my dear brother ?

You're getting older ?

Eric's leaving because he is too much in love.

With the others, it was still comedy,

but with him, it's drama.

From the first move,

at first sight, he falls in love.

He fell for Ophelia too.

And instead of scaring him, we have to reassure him.

Never seen such an idiot !

He's going to turn our game upside down.

It used to be funnier.

The victim was slowly succumbing.

And the game could begin.

This is my favorite moment.

When you provoke them, when they're ashamed,

when Hugo stares at them.

Jealousy makes it scary, it's a delicious sight.

So, the handsome seducer loses his means and his dignity.

Fear becomes stronger than love,

and one fine morning,

runs off like a rabbit in a snowstorm.

Too bad !

He hasn't left yet ?

By dint of tenderness, I will put him to sleep.

I'm watching.

You neutralize Ophelia.

Neutralize ?

Take care of her.

She could still ruin everything.

Alright !

I'm looking after her !

We play cards.

She's past the age of cards.

She no longer has an age.

Since she went insane, she's stopped aging.

Ophelia does stupid things, because she's bored.

There's only one way to take care of her.

How do you play cards ?

How ?

Sitting down, if that's what you mean.

Well, flirt with her.

How do we flirt ?

Lying down.

You are very late.

You risk being caught in the ice

while crossing the lake.

Gunther claims we can pass.

Don't take that risk because of me.

How soon do you think we could cross it ?

One week, ten days.

The current is very strong in the middle of the lake.

Ten days near you,

without being able to kiss you, without hugging you,

I wouldn't have that courage.

I'll meet you tonight, at 2:00 a.m.,

in the living room.

But I don't love you.

These burning loves freeze me.

Sebastian, are you playing ?

Sebastian !

Yes !

Why are you taking care of me ?

You didn't care about me before.

And you were very formal with me.

You should never ask a man that.

Look, you lost.

No, you did.

I have the new one. - You already played it ?

Oh, you cheat !

You pulled it out of your sleeve.

Ah, God, what a family !

But no, no, you weren't cheating.

But how would you cheat, huh ?

With your nature so upright, so childish.

You only had to not look up my sleeves.

Otherwise, this game doesn't amuse me anymore.

Come on, come on, don't cry anymore !

I'll teach you a game where you have to cheat.

You hear ? A game that demands it.

As in life, in short.

When will you teach me ?

Well, soon, if you want.

Soon, if I want,

Sebastian teaches me a game,

he kisses my eyes,

black spades and red diamonds.

Pinochle.

Once more.

Good evening !

Sebastian, there.

Well, what's happening to you, Eric ?

You visit me every night, like it's a habit.

There, in the armchair in front of you !

The armchair ?

As you can see, I'm winning solitaire,

which doesn't work elsewhere.

The ghost.

Eric.

What's the matter ?

Are you ill ?

Well, say something.

Come on, Eric.

Little Eric.

Lets go.

I saw Ophelia, there, in the armchair.

She's playing cards with Sebastien.

- He's crazy ! - No, no !

It's the wind and the snow.

When you're not used to the climate here

you get very nervous.

Yes, the first winter here, I saw the armored men

walking in the hallways.

Well, I'm going to finish solitaire in my room.

Good night !

Ah, I almost forgot to put grandma away.

Ah, what a charming old lady !

Always in a good mood !

What a strange house !

How long it was, Eléonore, how long.

Always time between yourself and what you want.

Before, it doesn't matter.

What's terrible is the time afterwards,

between oneself and what one wanted.

It's unforgiving.

What did you want ?

I never knew.

But I always wanted something.

It wasn't me ?

- No. - It won't be me ?

No, it won't be you.

Not you !

Not you !

A trip.

A trip... motionless.

Ophelia is pretty,

Ophelia, Ophelia, Ophelia is pretty,

Ophelia is very pretty !

No one ever comes here.

Hugo even wanted to wall off the passage.

During the rainy season, the ceiling oozes.

He claims that...

humidity damages tapestries.

For now, he no longer thinks about it.

Your jacket.

Formerly, it was a lighthouse.

It's a Falsen idea, to build a lighthouse

to light up the forest.

Oh no, that's impossible !

Oh, I can't, I don't want to,

I shouldn't.

I don't want to.

You could have told me a little earlier.

It's not because of me.

I fear for you.

If it's for me, don't worry.

I don't want you to die.

But I don't intend to.

Eric, I have to tell you the truth.

I killed all my lovers.

Eh ?

- It's my destiny. I killed them all.

What for ?

What do you mean, what for ?

But why are you killing them all ?

Why do you kill all your lovers ?

Do you really want to know ?

I don't want to be indiscreet, but it seems to me that...

As a matter of fact...

I don't know myself.

How do they die ?

Crushed, wet,

poisoned.

The last, for example, died of asphyxiation.

No, no, no, the last one died... how...

frozen.

Frozen !

Frozen !

There, I understand.

You hide here to escape the police.

Eric !

You thought it was me who...

Ah, you're a monster !

Me !? Hah, ah, you have a way of turning things around !

I didn't say I killed them with my hand.

They die afterwards.

Like that.

It's not my fault !

I like this better.

In the end, I don't know if I like it better.

Have there been many ?

Uh...

How many ?

Hold on.

You understand, I had to know.

At first I thought it was a coincidence.

After 9 years...

I had to face the facts.

Hugo's not dead, is he ?

I'm talking about my lovers, not my husbands.

Don't think about it anymore.

Too bad.

Too bad, too bad, too bad !

Hah, easy to say !

You're used to it !

Me, it's the first time.

But if you love me,

it shouldn't count.

Are you superstitious ?

No, not really.

For goodness sake !

Then take me in your arms.

You didn't tell me that you loved me.

I don't love you.

I'll never love you !

I am unable to love.

You weren't saying that.

I lied.

I always lie.

I have the right to lie.

Even to you.

I'm putting on your shirt.

I can't find my stuff anymore.

Sebastian, help me to find my things.

I can't go out like this.

After all, since I'm a ghost,

I can dress up as a ghost.

Sebastian !

When will we start again ?

I had a good time !

That's it, it starts again.

If you think it's easy to move forward

with these moving walls.

Ooh !

That hurts !

It's Sebastian's fault.

He made me drink too much.

Wow, that hurts !

Sebastien made you drink ?

Yes.

You won't tell Sebastien,

that we met again, and that I spoke to you.

Explain to me, Ophelia.

Why aren't you dead ?

Because Hugo killed me.

He had invited everyone to my funeral.

My mother, crying and crying.

And my brother was crying too.

Behind an empty crate.

It's still too stupid !

An empty crate ?

Of course, empty !

I wasn't inside, since I'm talking to you.

Yes, it's true !

You have to be logical !

But where were you then ?

Locked in my room.

And as soon as someone comes, bam ! I'm back inside.

Now I'm escaping, I've had enough.

Hugo got rid of you to marry Eléonore.

Does Eléonore... does she know ?

No. Oh, she's nice, Eléonore.

Since you're not dead, you're still Hugo's wife.

So... Eléonore is nobody's wife, right ?

Ah, nobody's wife.

Hugo, nobody !

They all think I'm crazy,

and that I won't tell anyone.

They are right !

You must be very unhappy.

No why ?

Oh, I'm a little bored.

But Sebastien is nice to me.

I have distractions.

Are you coming to my room ?

No, no, thank you !

Good evening, Ophelia !

Good night !

Agatha made a small chapel

in her dressing room for the soul of Sigmund Falsen.

Did you know that ?

Hmm ?

Did you know that ?

So you're not saying anything ?

What about ?

Well let's say, about

of the origin of her beautiful hands.

Is Eric a good deal,

as I was so cheerfully told in Paris ?

Oh, you know... yes,

in some sense.

Is he endearing ?

Well, yes,

and very handsome !

That, I must admit.

He is remarkably well made.

I was very cruel last night with Eric.

Maybe he killed himself in his room.

Maybe.

By the way, here he is !

What luck, Sebastien isn't here !

Ah !

It was too nice !

How did you live, my dear, for two years without Eléonore

when she wasn't born ?

I bawled so much, my friend, that finally,

my father made up his mind.

You seem very happy and excited this morning,

my little Eric.

I admit it. I think the lake will be passable in eight days, and,

And that day you will leave.

Your joy seems to me a little disparaging.

For what, since you're going with me ?

Oh, youth, impudent youth !

I remind you that I'm married.

And I remind you that you are not.

What's gotten into you ?

A marriage is only valid if the partner is free.

Hugo being Ophelia's husband, you are free.

I'll take you with me.

Since Hugo is a nice boy,

I won't tell anyone.

He will look like a poor abandoned husband,

instead of a bigamist and a jailer.

There, you killed him !

What's all this about ?

You know very well that Ophelia is dead !

You were at her funeral.

You even saw her ghost.

Have you ever seen a free ghost ?

But don't waste your breath, Sebastien,

I know everything.

What else have you been up to ?

Well, I took your advice.

Personally, I had no complaints.

Of course, on a practical level.

Eléonore.

You were Hugo's victim.

But I will protect you.

You have nothing more to fear.

You think Hugo is going to shake your hand,

apologize and let me go ?

He has no choice, it seems to me.

My silence against his.

Oh my, my children !

We have complications here.

- I'll talk to Hugo. - You won't !

Why ?

Because if you talk to Hugo,

I will never speak to you again.

Besides, you wouldn't hear me, since you'd be dead.

Do you understand ?

You believe that a man who sequesters his first wife

for which he feels a vague affection

would hesitate to eliminate a distant cousin

who will take his second wife ?

The police exist, don't they ?

There must be one, indeed,

a policeman, 50 kilometers away.

But by the time he gets here...

You think it's good that your sister is

Hugo's concubine ?

No vulgar words !

The fact is, my sister likes it here,

and Hugo loves her.

If he had humiliated her in any way,

I would have killed him.

From behind, given his strength.

No, no, believe me, dear Eric, keep quiet,

at least while you're stuck here.

You realize if you speak, the

atmosphere there will be here.

It would be odious !

And my sister would never forgive you !

She usually keeps her word.

I have to think about it.

If you can do that, it would be better.

We're going to find Eléonore,

you'll excuse yourself, before it is too late.

Follow me.

What happened to the walls ?

It's as if we're under attack,

by Danes with cannons !

Ah, good timing !

We need to talk !

Anyway, nothing justifies these furious blows.

You're angry, brother, but

father's château must be respected !

I did !

Go on !

That stupid Eric... he knows.

- He knows what ? - About Ophelia !

But don't shout like that.

What's wrong with Ophelia ?

She's not dead and he knows, that's what !

Oh, how awful !

Who told him ?

She, no doubt !

- You think ? - Yes.

She swore not to say anything.

She must have told him too.

- What ? - That she swore to you !

It had to happen.

And the Falsens' name will be stained forever.

Ah, God, you who change the fate of your creatures !

It's finished !

But what are we going to do ?

The little cretin thinks that he can leave with Eléonore,

in which case, he'll keep quiet.

Well, well, if he really swears...

What ?

Well, I mean if...

if Eléonore really persuades him to do so.

Are you crazy or vicious ?

Eléonore is mine, only mine !

I forbid you to call me crazy.

Or vicious, for that matter.

Ophelia is yours too, yours alone after all.

This boy needs to keep silent,

and we must be sure of his silence.

There is only one silence... death.

Why do you say that ?

It was one of Christine Falsen's favorite axioms.

Yes.

And she was right. - Always !

What ?

What do you mean ?

The Falsen's honor, or else.

Agatha, do you understand ?

Yes.

Yes, but...

My gun.

Where's my revolver ?

Hugo !

Hugo, you're crazy !

And the police ?

We have to find something.

We have to find something.

Hugo seems in a bad mood this morning.

What's wrong with him ?

I don't know.

I passed him in the hallways,

he almost crushed me against the wall.

Why are you laughing ?

She's happy.

She's a cheerful young woman.

Maybe thanks to you.

You don't seem particularly proud of it.

No, no, no, calm down, calm down, Eric !

No, I assure you, I'm fragile !

Are you playing hide and seek ?

We're playing tag.

Here, help me.

Ah, what an atmosphere !

What a wonderful atmosphere !

Eric still doesn't get that Hugo would dare kill him.

He's tougher than the others.

I sent Gunther to the lake,

he says that in three days we can cross.

So, Eric must escape within 48 hours.

Except, he'll get away,

and you'll have to follow him.

You'll have to live in Stockholm. - Copenhagen Blvd.

No, I hate that quartier !

I couldn't stand to live there !

We're not there yet.

He must be persuaded that Hugo can kill him,

without fear of the police.

I found something.

Look !

Famous Crimes

How do you like my wife ?

Very very charming, the height of seduction.

- You think so ? - Yes.

I even admit that...

were she not your wife...

Oh, I'm stopping you.

The fact that a woman belongs to another,

has never held anyone back.

I was looking for you, Eric.

We're going to play piquet.

Excuse me.

Did I tell you about our common ancestor,

Richard Falsen and his piquet party

at the Battle of Nongem ?

I do not remember.

Hugo, have you found a solution to our problem ?

- No not yet. - It's about time.

- What problem ? A charade ?

I might be able to find one.

I'd be surprised.

Ah, I discovered a very interesting book

in your library.

A report of the most extraordinary crimes

of the century, committed in Europe.

Careful, you're showing me your hand !

Oh sorry !

Did you know that it is estimated

more than 27% of crimes have gone unpunished ?

I thought that the police

nowadays always find the murderer.

Propaganda !

Ah, but how amusing !

Give us details, Sebastian.

In England alone, for 10 years,

47 murders by poisoning

have gone unpunished.

Wait, I must write it down.

Not counting the cases in which the doctors

granted a burial permit, assuming a natural death.

It's a mania.

She always writes down stories and witticisms.

I have no memory.

In 1956, in Stockholm, the bones were discovered

of a young woman immured in a chimney.

She had been there for twelve years.

It is assumed that her sister had killed her to inherit.

But since we never had any proof,

the sister in question lives quietly

on her inheritance.

There are also deaths by asphyxiation.

A badly closed gas valve can happen.

Another amusing case, that of Gustave Muller.

It happened not far from here, in Lulea.

He was found frozen in his bed.

He had taken a heavy dose of sleeping pills,

during the night the wind opened his window,

outside it was -40.

Before dying, his wife confessed that

she was the one who opened the window.

Gustave cheated on her.

Ah !

Then, there are also accidents, promenades,

someone is pushed into a ravine

from the top of a cliff.

No witnesses, no evidence.

Hugo, I'll give you the book tonight.

It reads like a novel.

Thank you.

I am going to saw some wood.

Eric, are you playing ?

- Hmm ? Oh, sorry !

Is she calling me ?

Is there anyone prowling around here ?

No, just her and I.

Gunther, I've told you a thousand times.

When I ask you to use the

third person singular,

that means 'miss', not 'her'.

Alright !

Gunther !

Gunther, I'm going to talk to you informally.

For the first time, no doubt, in 30 years.

Is he really free ?

I'm not the one who would trouble him.

Gunther, you're attached to me, aren't you ?

And to this house, and to my brother Hugo.

I love them both, like family.

She knows it well.

Yes, she knows.

She has a mission for you, Gunther.

You must listen to it. - Let her talk.

Ah, it's true, she is me.

My God, it's annoying, with this mania,

there are always three of us.

I don't understand at all !

I tell her, she is not happy.

After 30 years, suddenly she tells me.

At my age, it's scary.

Gunther, get me the arsenic that

you use to kill rats.

She surprises me.

I don't have arsenic and I don't kill rats.

Oh !

My God, this is annoying !

I needed it to poison chocolates.

Ah, it's for someone.

There's no arsenic, but if she wants

I still have the poison for killing wolves.

It's very good. Ten seconds, and bang !

- Alright ! Go get it for me.

She wants to poison one or more people ?

One, Gunther, one.

So much the better, as there's almost

no poison left.

I'll only put it in a chocolate.

Gunther, Gunther,

swear you won't tell anyone,

for the honor of the Falsens.

If she wants, I won't tell anyone.

Thank you !

On behalf of the Falsens, she shakes your hand.

Thank you, my brave Gunther.

Thank you !

You may go.

Don't waste time.

No, no, we live in rotten times, my friend !

Have pride, some money,

some sensuality,

and you're done, finished, ruined !

A chocolate ?

Ah, this aquavit is delicious.

When I drink a lot of it, I become

tender again, staggeringly tender.

I like you.

I'll love you, even !

Another ?

So, there you go, I meet a housemaid, and

I'm starting to love her too.

She's got charm !

Basically, you're a misfit.

Ah, ah, that's the word !

The pretty word for me alone.

You put your finger right on the wound.

How to thank you ?

Gunther, ten seconds, are you sure ?

Ten seconds.

Maybe it only works with wolves.

There's no reason.

So he didn't take the right one.

Hugo !

Hugo !

Mother, but...

Oh, Christine, you...

Gunther ! Go find the salts in her room !

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Ah !

- Do something ! - Yes, Eric, try.

I'm not a doctor !

How do you feel ?

- Me ? Oh, not bad ! But you ?

- And mother ? How is mother ?

Oh, apparently very well !

Ah, the product was stale, thank goodness !

Is it for Mr. Eric ?

Go to bed,

and don't meddle.

- Is it Mr. Eric's aquavit ? - Yes.

But, I thought she was out of poison.

It's not poison, it's a sleeping pill.

I want to make sure

he sleeps well tonight.

Do you swear to secrecy ?

She has nothing to fear, I've already sworn.

You didn't see me, Gunther.

Gunther,

you're attached to me, and to this dwelling,

where you were born, right?

I love them both like my family.

Until now, consider,

I'd never addressed you informally.

I swear to secrecy.

- What secret ? - The one you're going to tell me.

Indeed, I was going to ask you never to repeat

even under torture,

what will happen tonight.

Come in !

Thank you, Gunther, but tonight I won't need it.

Sebastien made me drink

before dinner, like a Pole.

Oh, the fool !

What is this ?

A big fly, sir.

- You have good eyes ! - Thank you sir.

Good night, sir. - Good night.

Ah !

Have you seen Eric again ? - No.

Well, tomorrow, manage to meet him.

It's easy.

You will tell him that it was Hugo

who killed Christian, because he was jealous.

Why ?

Just for me.

Then kiss me.

No, on the mouth.

Otherwise, it's no fun.

Hmm !

Is Eric sleeping late ?

He may be suffering from insomnia.

Sebastian, please, leave poor Eric alone.

He's dead, he's dead, he's dead.

He is dead.

I had to tell him.

Gunther, you swore !

Yes, I had sworn, but not for Taillon.

I dug a hole in the snow, and Kiki saw me.

I had to tell him the dog was dead.

He was very old.

He had to die, you knew that.

Gunther is also old, but he does not die.

She neither.

Gunther, there's one of those drafts.

There is enough to catch a congestion.

You're very nervous this morning !

You pass out for no reason,

you cry in your café au lait.

- There's no more coffee. - You'll have to wait,

while I light the stove.

The gas cylinders are empty.

My God !

I'll see it everywhere now !

Oh Christine !

What's wrong with you now?

A ghost.

I don't see a ghost.

Here, have something hot.

It will do you good.

- No, no, thank you ! - Yes, yes, drink, drink.

It will do you good. - Thank you.

After breakfast, I'll take you hunting,

and set the traps.

You know, hunting is not my forte.

Especially in this weather.

I spotted a couple of foxes.

I have a cold.

The fresh air will straighten you out.

Don't provoke him, that's my advice.

Be ready in an hour, eh ?

Yes ?

You ready ?

Let's go !

I've never seen someone sleep so well.

There are some things.

Some things.

Gunther !

I need your help.

Can I count on you ?

Sir can count on me.

He can also address me informally.

Eric !

Eric !

Are you coming to visit me ?

How nice !

I was scared when I saw you go hunting

with Hugo. - Why ?

I thought you weren't going to come back,

like Christian.

Christian didn't leave alone ?

Are you sure ?

Oh yes, since I saw them.

Hugo was furious.

He was jealous, jealous.

He was talking to himself.

"I'm going to kill him... kill him."

They left together and Hugo returned alone.

He had blood on his hands,

in his hair.

All over !

You came back, I'm happy.

I know all the holes in the château.

It's as if I lived in a molehill.

I am the mole queen.

Hugo killed Christian

He was full of blood

Blood was flowing everywhere

On his hands and in his neck

Red blood on the mud

Gunther accepted, it's our last chance.

If Eric doesn't run away tonight, it will be too late.

Unless the storm rises again.

Oh, I doubt it.

Tonight, I'd like to be in Paris.

I found this in the attic.

- What are you doing here ? If Hugo saw you... !

- He's sleeping ! Agatha is with him.

I want to dance !

Ophelia claims that Hug...

Ophelia claims that Hugo killed Christian.

She's probably right.

Why didn't you say so ?

I told you he was capable of anything.

I'm leaving tomorrow with you.

Nothing can stop me.

You're free, Eléonore, don't forget that.

Free ? You're crazy, my friend !

Never free, with a brother like me ! Right, Eléonore ?

I'm dancing, not listening !

But Sebastien, you're really in love

with your sister.

I was.

Her too.

We were a nice couple, by the way.

Rather scandalous, isn't it, Eléonore ?

To our Love !

Eléonore, is it true ?

You see he's been drinking ?

Tango !

Yes, that's it ! Swing !

You're a swinging cousin !

It's your role.

My sister is quite a liar !

It's the least of her faults.

Does he say to this swinger,

"What did you do in hot weather ?"

Eh ?

You know Lafontaine, Eric, eh ?

Sebastien !

Stop drinking and raving, or I'll beat you up.

- Are you going to fight ? That'll be fun !

Silence, little monster !

Don't forget that you like your old Sebastien.

Why are you so obnoxious ?

I'm drunk, not obnoxious.

I'm worked up about this rascal,

with his amorous airs,

and your languid smile,

and that lewd tango !

Ah !

I can't stand it, my dear if you want my opinion.

You asked for it !

She bit me !

Stay with me, Ophelia !

It's the last act.

Keep him here just a moment longer.

Eléonore, help me to make you happy.

Help me to understand you.

To understand ?

Do you really believe that

women want to be understood ?

Eric, no !

They don't care !

They want to be... held, understand?

Ah ! ... held.

I have nothing to explain, as a woman.

Hugo understood it.

If he knows I'm cheating on him,

he won't try to understand.

He'll kill.

Hugo just killed Gunther.

What ?

Down in the cellar.

I heard screaming, I went to see.

He was hitting Gunther like a beast.

Oh, that was awful !

He was hitting, hitting !

We have to go.

Too late, he killed him.

He must have had one of those fits.

Now, run and lock yourself in your room

and I'll let you know when you can go out.

There are some things !

I heard screaming.

It's nothing, Hugo just killed Gunther.

And you didn't intervene ?

Mind you, I understand.

We would have arrived too late.

Poor Gunther !

Obviously, he performed badly.

Hugo got angry.

You know how he is.

Still, it's rare that he kills his servants.

Something has to be done.

Flee and without waiting.

You have a better chance of crossing the lake,

than escaping Hugo when he is in this state.

Well, no.

No, no.

No, I don't believe you.

This man is violent, capable of killing.

He just showed it.

But he wouldn't dare attack me.

After all, I'm his cousin.

And the nephew of the Minister of Justice.

Hmm !

Kiki !

Why are you taking these rackets ?

It's for Mr. Eric.

But you should have asked me.

I couldn't, Monsieur forbade me to say so.

He wants to leave tomorrow.

Ah !

Too bad for him.

He's asking for it.

Eric won't leave !

Eric won't leave anymore !

- Why ? - He won't leave !

Because Hugo is going to kill him.

He took his big revolver.

Don't panic !

Why would he kill Eric ?

Because he knows everything.

He knows that Eric knows that Ophelia isn't dead !

Oh, I like that better !

What are you going to do, Hugo ?

Kill our cousin.

It's horrible ! If you kill him with a revolver,

it will be known.

You'll be arrested.

If I don't kill him, I'll be arrested too.

I will lose my wife, you will die of shame,

Ophelia will be locked up in an insane asylum !

And Sebastien will be forced to work.

Oh no, Eric must be sacrificed for the safety of the community.

This is called "reason of state".

All governments practice this policy.

Come on !

You're making a fuss about it.

If the police come, I'll hide in the little tower,

on the end of the island.

Sebastien will stay with me, so I won't be bored.

They can search the whole castle,

they won't find anything.

We'll tell them that Eric lied, because he went crazy.

Yes, I can say that Eric fell in love with me,

and that I refused to follow him,

and he seeks revenge by compromising the honor

of my husband.

Ophelia is right, Hugo !

You no longer need to kill Eric.

We'll be fine in the little tower, Sebastien.

I'm going to need peace and rest.

You understand, it's not for me,

it's for my baby.

What ?

Calm down, everything is fine now.

Ophelia is expecting a child.

What ?

It's a great misfortune, but a great joy, Hugo.

The Falsen name will remain.

Let me tell you, Eléonore, I was worried.

But what does that mean ?

I haven't touched Ophelia since the wedding.

But it's not your baby, Hugo, it's Sebastian's.

Where is he ?

Where is he, that villain ?

No, no, Hugo, don't get angry.

Either way, I plan to fix it.

"Fix", "fix" ?

And how will you fix this ?

Stupid, it's my wife !

Maybe I can't fix this, but,

admit that it's more your fault than mine.

- Come down. - Never in my life.

Get down here, or I'll put you full of holes.

No, no, no, if I come down, you'll strangle me.

I wouldn't be winning.

No !

Silence !

Stop screaming in front of Ophelia.

I don't want a fearful child,

full of complexes.

Sebastian, you're exaggerating.

Hugo, Hugo, Hugo !

Hugo, don't you think that a new little being,

all innocent, and with Ophelia,

there is a slight chance to improve

the troubled atmosphere of this castle ?

Do, do, baby do

Sleep, otherwise I'll call Hugo

Ah, I can see from here this frail child,

with Hugo clutching it so tightly in his arms.

Come, come, come, I'm getting soft.

Get down or I'll break your back.

Oh no, no !

Hugo, you have a certain cynicism.

Why do you want your wife deprived of a certain pleasure?

Is she just an object ?

Moreover, our union was blessed.

And if we have to, we'll live on this wardrobe.

Ophelia, me, and the baby !

It'll be difficult, but maternal love works miracles.

I don't want anyone to hurt Sebastien.

He was very nice to me.

As nice as Richard.

But who is Richard ?

- Richard ? Which Richard ?

But it's the game warden.

Ah, because he too !

But it's extraordinary !

And who else ?

Ophelia, aren't you ashamed ?

There, old boy, let me join you.

I really thought I was the first, well, the second.

That's all.

You didn't ask me, Sebastien !

- Don't cry ! I forgive you, cupcake !

Ah, you forgive her !

You forgive her !

You conceive a child with an oblivious young woman,

and you forgive her.

Not so oblivious.

First, I'm committed to live with her,

and to ensure her sustenance.

That is to say, to allow me to assure your sustenance.

That's it, huh ? - You're the husband,

aren't you ?

No, no, no, no !

Ah, it's awful !

Here I am losing a child

of my second wife's brother.

Hugo,

I have to make a confession to you.

Are you expecting a child, too ?

Hugo, no !

I tried to kill Eric.

Agatha !

I poured a sleeping potion in his glass of aquavit,

and opened his bedroom window wide

while he slept.

So that's it.

That night, I had turned on the gas in his room.

Hugo !

It was for the Falsen's honor.

What are you doing with that candlestick ?

In case there's a power failure.

Oh, dear cousin, come down with us.

Dinner must be ready.

No thank you, I'm not hungry.

Are you ill ?

No, no, it's nothing.

A stomach cramp.

Ah, it'll pass while you eat.

I'll make you some herbal tea.

No, no, no, please,

don't do anything to me.

I'll drink wine like everyone else.

What will you do with your lover, now that Hugo pardoned him ?

We acquit him too, for the benefit of the doubt.

You're too lenient.

He's not brave, he's in debt.

It's time, I'm going to bed.

Eléonore, see you soon.

Good night.

See you later, as usual.

It may not be the day.

Yes, it is. He sleeps like a child.

I'd rather he screams in his sleep,

and dispense with the servant once awake.

You're pale, my dear cousin.

Take this potion, I prepared it myself.

It's a decoction of herbs,

and roots of gentian, a family recipe.

It tastes very bad, but

works wonders for stomach ailments.

- No, thank you, really ! - Drink !

- No, I feel quite well. - Yes, drink.

Oh !

- Oh, I'm clumsy ! - I'll get you another glass.

No, don't go to all that trouble.

Yes, yes, yes, yes !

Let's play piquet instead.

Oh, what a lovely idea !

Come on, to piquet.

The animal, this time, I have it.

Are you hunting for rats, Hugo ?

No, I'm fixing the installation.

A cable was cut.

You woke me up.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

But I couldn't sleep.

The events of the day made me nervous.

When I'm nervous, I have to exert myself.

Do what you want, but do it in silence.

Thank you for keeping me company, Grandma.

Tonight, I would not have liked to be left alone.

Are you still there, Eric ?

So much the better !

I had forgotten to put mother away again.

You'll help me.

Getting ready for a costume ball ?

Sebastien, I was looking for you,

it's horrible !

Up there, your sister !

No, calm down and stop speaking Japanese to me.

So ? - It's a monster !

Ah, I forbid you to call my sister a monster.

No, not her, Hugo.

You woke Ophelia,

just to tell me this news ?

I knew for a long time, old boy !

Ah, don't joke, Sebastian !

He's walling in Eléonore.

Do you hear, Sebastian ?

He's walling her in.

Alive up there !

He thinks I'm with her.

Without your grandmother, I was lost.

- Grandmother ? She went up there ?

She's healed !

No, no, I helped Agatha put her to bed,

and I arrived late.

Walled in alive !

Do you realize ?

Walled in alive !

The most horrible death.

- Eléonore went up there ? - Yes !

Where are the weapons ?

In Hugo's room, but the closet is locked.

No, I'd rather have the sword.

Wait a minute, you can never be careful enough.

Follow me.

The sword, fool !

What's going on ?

The Danes are attacking ?

We must warn Agatha !

You've gone mad !

Go to bed, darling !

You're contagious.

Ah, thank God, you weren't upstairs yet.

Ah, my darling, my darling, my darling !

- But Eric ! - How scared I was !

What ?

You're poking me.

Sebastien will explain to you.

I must go get help. - And the lake ?

That's less dangerous than your husband.

Lock yourself up with Sebastien in your room

and open to no one.

No one, okay ? - No.

- I'll be back with the police. - Yes.

But Eric... - Take this.

Eric, the front door is locked !

The keys are somewhere in the office.

Look for them !

I don't have time !

What is it, he has the devil on his heels ?

Ah !

Ah !

He's lost his mind.

Too much emotion.

Poor Eric !

He thinks Hugo is walling you in alive.

Walled in, alive ?

Oh !

Ah, I understand everything !

Me, I don't understand anything,

but I've never seen anyone so scared.

Unforgettable show !

Don't be afraid, Eric, it's me.

Everything's okay !

The poor man will drown or freeze to death.

Ah !

A sad ending !

The gods have protected him thus far.

It's a sign that they don't want him dead.

Spare us this talk of gods.

All able-bodied men, take your skis.

- Me too ? - Yes !

We can catch him before he gets to the lake.

Without snowshoes, he can't go very fast.

Your idea doesn't appeal to me.

Hugo, we owe him that.

It's a question of hospitality and good manners.

Ah, if you insist on it !

I said all able-bodied men.

Precisely, you know very well that I'm useless.

Eric !

Eric !

Eric !

Mister Eric !

Mr. Eric !

Mr. Eric !

Mr. Eric !

That's it, I see them.

Hey, there are only two.

Gunther and Hugo.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, there are three of them.

Hugo's carrying Kikki in his arms.

Do you think Eric will go to heaven ?

Must there first be a heaven.

I want to cry.

Well, cry.

I can't.

It's sad.

She walked in the yard, in the sun.

Very good !

Put her in front of the fireplace.

I'm happy for her.

And I hope that soon he will be there.

Who ?

I don't know his name yet, but he will be born

as sweet as wild rose.

The poor also need to dream.

Are you a communist, Agatha ?

What's wrong with you, dear ?

Nothing, just a question like that.

Ah, the snow blowing, it was charming.

Have you even thought about giving your child a name ?

- What do you think of Rémi ? - Rémi !

Why do you want to give a French name to this child

who, after all, has the purest Swedish blood.

The purest ?

Ah ! Finally, a compliment !

Ah, Agatha, it's a must ! It's a must !

Ah, my dear Sebastian, our differences were

mere trifles, compared to the coming event.

And between us, it's... how to put it...

it's a quarrel, it's...

- Discord ! [Zizanie]

Oh, what a cute name for a girl !

- Discord ! [Zizanie]

Zizanie Falsen !

Oh no, no, no, my dear !

Zizanie von Milhem.

Gosta El Guersen.

I would like to speak to Mr. Falsen.

Mr. Gosta El Guersen.

Madam.

I'm a friend of your cousin, Neil Silicron.

He praised the hospitality of the Falsens to me.

Madam !

I work for Life Magazine.

I have to do a report on the

famous families of Sweden.

I took the liberty of starting with yours.

I will do what is in my power, Mr. El Guersen,

to facilitate your task. - Thank you !

But where are you staying ?

At Mr. Rigby's.

Oh, how awful !

You must be be very uncomfortable there !

Our home will be yours for as long as it suits you,

You'll be fine here, Gosta.

A little silence, please !

Sir, I am Hugo Falsen.

Sir.

You already know my sister, Agatha,

and my brother-in-law, Sebastien.

And this is my wife, Eléonore.

I thank you for your visit.

Gosta.

Gosta is a nice name.

Subtitling: Studio Sonogram. English translation: mangoNeuvo