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That night...

Sylvie...

It's ready.

There!

Lights!

- We'll go to 500... - We're off!

Oh, sorry, boss!

Lift the camera up a little�

There!

Are the spotlights good? -Yes.

Very good.

We've got it...Cut!

You're made for each other.

It's too bad we have to split up.

Excuse me, Mr Reverdy.

It's sad isn't it?!

I'm used to it... I don't get to keep these jewels for life!

�She was beautiful, he was rich�...

That's how all love stories should begin.

Jean, it's finished.

I'll be right down.

- The cover � everything there? - Yes.

-Is it finished? - Yes I've just finished it.

I'm going down to the studio for a moment.

- It's great. - Yes, first class.

Jean...

I took ten. They're magnificent.

When can you give me the proofs?

- About 10 minutes, OK? - Yes, that's good.

- Good morning, sir. - Good morning, Mallet.

Good morning, darling.

Well...time to say goodbye!

- Are the mock-ups finished? � Yes, just.

Then let's go see them.

- Good morning, boss. - Good morning, gentlemen.

Good work, Belliveau.

- Will it go over well in Japan? - Yes, I'm sure it will.

Look after that - you know what I want. See what we need to pay.

This technique! I'm speechless! Almost perfect.

I hope you got the best ones.

Certainly sir, We chose them very carefully.

Of course.

- The rest are just as good? - Yes, sir, exactly.

Good, really good.

Very good.

As for the overall conception...

What sort of genius is that?!

Just like we discussed, you�

A prestige issue requires some taste, my dear Mallet.

What don't you like about the mock-up?

It simply doesn't appeal to me.

All these feet, that's not art... it's orthopaedics!

This cover! Where on earth did you dig up these graffiti?

I drew them.

Here we are!

Your wife is a real treat for a photographer!

I think you need to start again immediately.

- Really sir, we can't� - Sorry...that's final.

Oh yes, your party's this evening. You'll just have to be late.

But since you invited me, don't worry I'll excuse you.

I'll even make it my duty to replace you until you arrive.

My duty and my pleasure.

I'm sorry I have to impose this extra work on you...

...but the one thing I find hard to forgive, is mediocrity.

�Le Prestige de Paris�, Mallet.

And the charm, the charm!�

Sometimes just a face!

Look - there's your cover for you.

Giselle, come with me.

What'll we do?

He's certainly got it in for you.

Unbelievable � these are all new but they don't work.

Let me do it, since your husband isn't here.

And whose fault's that?

A bad contact...the fuse I mean, not your husband!

Your husband is quite charming, and has many good qualities...

...even if he's like a kid sometimes.

But you don't like children.

Oh yes I do. But they have to be of a certain age.

Is that why you're so interested in Jean and me?

Well, you�

In you.

Sylvie, the hostess needs to look after all her guests.

I'm coming.

How is it? Any more changes?

No, in theory, no.

Listen, you can move the title down here.

Oh yes, I agree... that's much better.

Really, this is the best one.

I think that's about it for today... we'll finish tomorrow.

Last stop, everybody out!

Don't worry!

Excuse me.

You stopping by the house?

Nice of you to ask, but I'm exhausted.

- Well! What are you doing here? - What about you?

Giselle, how long have you known Reverdy?

What do you REALLY want to know?

Why he hates me.

You've got more talent and more youth than he does.

I've known him for 15 years.

Whatever he wants, he REALLY wants.

And I should know!

I really like you, Jean.

You should leave this firm...

Believe me!

- 5,000 for Luc. - Oh! No!

I'm tired and I've got a headache.

I'll give you some aspirin... Come on.

- Hi Jean, where'd you come from? - Reverdy's.

Hello!

Better late than never!

- We won't feel so neglected. - Isn't Sylvie here?

Oh yes, she's here... but not with us.

- Have you seen Sylvie? - Yes, over there.

Well, good evening, darling!

Not too tired, my friend?

- Do you like it? - I'm finding it hard to.

So, are you pleased with yourself?

We've tried to please you.

No, you're not going to talk about work!

You, come and dance.

- We've really been having fun. - So I see.

It's not a waltz!

- Listen, Sylvie� - Stay with me for a bit.

- You're really having fun aren't you? - And you're not?

There's more champagne in the kitchen.

My poor darling doesn't like me to be having fun!

- Why did you do that? - To see things more clearly.

You really want to?

You were with Reverdy.

We were playing hopscotch.

I suggest you get a new partner.

Why?

No, oh I adore you!

You're jealous!

That's so sweet!

Sylvie...Claude has written a song for you.

"Portrait of Sylvie."

Excuse me, it's getting late... I should be leaving.

Can I get a taxi around here?

Jean will drive you home.

Won't you?

OK.

Thank you it was a lovely evening.

Don't you think you're both going a bit far?

Listen, he's being very nice this evening.

In the car, ask him for the 2 million. It's now or never.

We need it.

No...

- Goodbye - Good night.

I've brought you a mock-up of the cover.

Good.

Sylvie...come and listen to your song.

Like a tear glistening on an eyelash...

...but it's a tear of happiness.�

Avenue Foch?

I didn't say my apartment, I said home.

Oh yes, I forgot. Montmartre?

This cover is so much better.

Absolutely delightful.

- Do you have a light? - There.

It's not loaded.

Will you have a drink? No thanks. I've a few friends at home.

Me too. The usual crowd.

I think you'd be interested.

I'm not so sure. Goodnight, sir.

I think Sylvie is right, Mallet, you really ARE a child.

Leave my wife alone.

May I?

Oh great, a man!

Let's not exaggerate!

Oh, but it's no fun here, everyone's leaving.

Shall we go too?

Go and work somewhere else.

Don't worry, we're just finishing the accounts.

Sylvie... Sylvie!

What?

- You keep disappearing! - Come on, we're going out.

No.

It 'd make them so happy.

Stay with me for a while. That 'd make ME very happy.

Sylvie...I want you to tell me.

What?

Let's dance.

We can't dance to that music!

You were marvellous this evening.

The most beautiful�

Thank you, darling.

- Are you happy with me? - Yes, darling.

You'd tell me if you weren't.

I'm very happy.

Did you speak to Reverdy about the advance?

No.

- Sylvie? - Yes?

Wipe that up, and clean it up...quickly!

- Are you leaving? - Make yourself at home.

Oh, I wouldn't dare.

- Darling... - Yes?

Which hand?

Oh no, I hate it when you look like that. Come on.

Right or left?

Both.

You're cheating!

Do you like it?

Sylvie!

Do you love me?

Yes, of course, it's me. Who's calling?

Of course you woke me up... It's no time to be phoning!

Well you can tell me another time.

No, it's not worth it. I'm deaf.

Absolutely. Well go to bed! Goodnight!

Guess who!

You know, I think that if I wanted that two million�

Never do that, Sylvie, do you hear? Never!

Do you often not tell your husband where you're having lunch?

There's never a time that he'd want to know!

Do you often do things he'd not like to know about?

Why talk about them, since he knows nothing about them?

Excellent female logic!

What's making you laugh?

The stories I've heard about this place.

- You're talked about a lot. - Nothing bad, I hope.

I've heard talk about your �entertainment�.

And yet you came in anyway?

Why not?

One of those things your husband shouldn't know about?

Shall I pour you a little drink?

No thanks, never before sunset.

Sylvie?

Yes?

Does everything really slide off you, without affecting you?

I thought we were here to talk about logic.

Have you ever been at a loss... even once?

What about YOU?

- Part of your collection? - Let's just say souvenirs.

Let's talk about serious things.

You were saying that to complete your charming little apartment you need�

Two million.

That's very little.

Who for?

For you and me.

You're not meant to count and I've never known how.

Not even up to 2 million?

That's easy.

One and one�

...are two.

Hello�

Still no answer? Try again.

- Hey, Jean! - Don't interrupt!

What do you want?

- You're always on the phone! - So what?!

I've got the proofs and I'm not happy with the framing�

It's a total mess!

But I'm not the art director!

You'll have to do it all again... all of it!...In my office.

Jean!

I guess it's not working.

- I don't want to step on any toes, but� - If you did your job, it'd be OK!

Ah, so I'm not doing MY job�well!

Don't you like your cover?

There's too much contrast! What have you done?!

Come into my office.

Mr Mallet, please�

What's his problem today?

Oh, so Madame needs correcting... she's not home and needs direction?!...

Artistic direction, of course!

It was just a bad joke!

Maurice isn't here, of course.

And what about the margins?� I clearly said�

And the whole services section?

We need another page.

Call Maurice for me.

The cover is terrible.

- Wait a bit. - Leave me alone!

- He's got problems. - That...THAT's my problem!

- Mr Mallet� - The whole issue is a mess!

- Mr Mallet� - Yes, what now?!

I think the cheque is for Mrs Mallet, isn't it?

What cheque?!

The cheque for two million.

The boss just asked me to issue a cheque for 2 million to Mme Mallet.

So, Mr Mallet, the cheque�?

You could always just phone home to check�

Come on!

- Have you seen Reverdy? - He's in town, my sweet.

What's all this about a cheque? You must know.

Can't you guess?

Not just a cheque, but roses too, dozens of them.

And tonight, his place in Montmartre.

Now do you get it?

The bastard!

I tried to tell you the other day.

Now go, and take your wife with you!

You should've left already.

You stayed, so now you're paying for it.

Well actually, Reverdy has paid.

It's too late...There are limits to childishness!

Sylvie�

Sylvie!

No, it's 11 o'clock.

What can you do with a man like this?

Yes, sure! But I'm going to keep him...

I like him the way he is!

When I know where he is.

Yes, I called, and he left the office at 9 o'clock.

Chez Balmain for my dress... and it's amazing!

No, the one with the roses. You'll see it.

That's if we arrive before the end of the gala.

Where can he be?

Oh, I have to tell you...

I got very close to the hottest fire in Paris!

For lunch.

No, I didn't get burned at all... but there was a lot of heat!

You're not laughing!

It was so funny... you can't imagine!

Good evening, anyway!

Don't hurry, we have all the time in the world!

The gala began an hour ago.

Don't even bother to change. You're just perfect.

You'll be a great hit!

For goodness sake, yes or no, you�

But what's wrong?

Jean, where have you been?

You have to tell me everything, Sylvie.

Where have you been?

To the hairdresser, as you well know...

...and then chez Balmain for my dress.

You didn't come to get me. I waited, then phoned the office.

What happened? You never forget to pick me up.

I was� at 9 o'clock I�

Darling... what's the matter?

I killed a man!

Jean! Oh my God!

Oh my God!

Where are you going?

Don't move, I'll be right back.

No.

Drink it.

I'm going to turn myself in.

I have to, do you understand?

Yes, darling.

They'll be coming to arrest me...

I don't want to wait for them.

Listen, Jean... I can't understand...

I'll stay here with you. You stay here with me.

It's my fault too, Jean. Stay here.

I love you.

- There's nothing else to do. - Yes, there is. Wait.

Wait... for what?

I don't know.

Darling, I killed a man.

I left the body, the gun with my prints, my keys...

...and my car on the other side of the street.

And with the Paris police...

Please, let me do something.

You mustn't move from here... Promise me, Jean!

I'll go to work... I'll get the car.

I've a key, I'll see what�

What?

Come on.

No, nothing serious, just call me if something comes up.

Anything new at the office?

The boss?! He didn't ask for me?

What? No, I'm sorry. Is Giselle there? I'll call back.

- Here's all your papers. - Thanks.

That's fine, my dear. Look after yourself.

No, I'm sure we'll manage.

Listen, I know we were all a bit on edge last night.

I hope you weren't too upset.

I know Reverdy but I like you a lot.

Reverdy? Why would he be asking for you?...

He's in London, until Monday.

Until Monday? Right.

Yes, she's good. 'Bye.

- Good morning, Madame. - Good morning, Lucie.

- So? - Ssssh!

For the flowers, Madame.

Take this please, Lucie.

You can go now. We'll see you on Monday.

- Goodnight, sir. Good night, Madam. - Goodbye, Lucie.

- So? - Nothing!

- Nothing? There's nothing in the papers. - I know.

Oh Jean, I was so afraid...

...that I wouldn't find you here.

THEY are waiting, too... They're on the lookout.

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

It's enough to have you here.

I knew how to talk to you, before.

It's not that hard to find the owner of a key!

What are they waiting for?

What are they waiting for?!

I can't stand it!

Well, say something!

I'm sorry. I can't go on like this!

Give me a cigarette.

I don't have any... I'll go get some.

There's some in the box on the piano.

Hello, Please put me through to the Montmartre commissioner � it's urgent.

I'm listening.

I'm phoning about my husband. He hasn't come home and I thought�

Give me his description.

Were there any accidents last night, or this morning?

Please give me your husband's description.

Tall, 45 years old. Black coat and hat.

Hold on, please.

Nothing reported today.

Are you sure?

Please give me your name and your address.

Your name and address!

They never say anything, even if they know.

- Here. - No thanks.

Now, I'll just wait for you.

It's the concierge.

- Here you are, Mrs Mallet. - Thank you.

Perhaps they thought it was an accident.

What about the revolver and the keys?

Sometimes you can be lucky.

Here. This is for you.

�It just needs a signature. I'm waiting for you, Reverdy.�

I'll let him know.

In the overall picture�

Well?

Is this urgent?

Very.

And what does this mean?

That my wife won't be working here anymore.

Is that all?

Just about.

It's strange...

We make giants out of some men...

...then suddenly we realize just how small they are...

Very small.

Finished.

Out-of-date.

But you really can't understand that.

Are you finished?

Yes, finished.

Stop!

He's not bad, that little Mallet.

Cancel cheque...

127...

...341.

Is everything there? Yes. Oh wait.

Thanks.

Sir?

Inspector Toussaint...Police.

Thank you, but she's blonde. A beautiful girl... Oh, you know�.

Good morning, Mr Mallet Good morning.

Good morning.

- Your mail. - Thank you.

Watch out! Cops! The police are here!

We're done for! Every man for himself!

Mr Reverdy, please.

Come in, please. Mr Reverdy's waiting for you.

Come on, it's your turn next!

The inspector was for Reverdy...

But this, was for me.

Somebody saw me.

Some man called this afternoon.

When did you say I'd be home?

I told him you came home at 8 o'clock.

Oh, it's really nice of you, but we just can't this evening.

Yes, it IS a shame. It 'd be fun.

Yes, of course, whenever you like. Size 38.

Listen, it'd be easiest for you to come and choose.

Yes, of course.

Good night Jeanine, love you too.

No, let me.

Hello. Yes, speaking.

Yes, I'm sure.

I'm keen to meet you too.

At the Plaza? Good, if that's what you want.

Right. See you tomorrow.

I'd prefer that.

How are you, Mr Mallet?

It's me.

May I?

- A tonic water, and you? � A Scotch.

I almost had to make you wait.

I'm sorry, but trying to park in this neighbourhood...

Oh...sorry!

No, the other way round... Scotch is too strong for me.

So, my dear sir, how the publicity game?

Must be fascinating. I thought about it for a while...

But I like my freedom too much... and I really don't like to work!

My father wanted me to go into oil� the future.

Yes, my father's a good man.

My name's not really Martin.

But I'm going on, and you don't need the story of my life.

Too bad, though... It's your loss!

Chin chin!

Were you pleased to get your keys back?

Where did you find them?

You need to ask?

On the sidewalk.

I was just sitting there quietly in my car�

I saw everything.

You're really not that smart!

Lucky for you I was there.

I just had to open the car door.

Really good luck!

And the revolver?

The police don't have that either.

Not yet.

How much?

I really like you.

It bothers me to talk about money with you.

We're roughly the same age. It really upsets me.

- But, I've got to make a living. - Come on, tell me. How much?

I've done some calculations.

You earn 250,000 francs a month.

- Right? - Yes.

However do you manage to live on that?

Well, your wife�OK�

So, 3 million a year.

If you were sent to jail, you'd lose a minimum of 5 years.

So, 3 times 5 is 15 million.

You're young. I don't want to be too hard on you.

I'm asking for 3 million.

Net saving to you...12 million.

- Isn't that right? - I don't have any money.

Everyone always says that... to start with.

I'm quite used to it.

At 5pm tomorrow you'll come to Varennes Metro station.

Nice neighbourhood, top station. Few people.

We won't be disturbed there.

You'll bring me the 3 million... I'll give you the revolver...

..and it's all finished... Understand?

Fin-ished!

A bad dream.

Oh no... Please!

Waiter...

And if you don't go...

These people don't make concessions.

We could sell something.

What?

What could we find?

- What if we went away? - He'd find us.

Listen, I think I have an idea.

It's always the simplest things that work best.

He won't undo the whole package, in the metro.

And once you have the revolver�

There's not one chance in a million� He's no choirboy.

But what do we risk?

Even if it doesn't work, we've gained some time.

I'll come with you. I'll follow him.

We'll have his address and get the revolver...

Yes, my darling!

When I think that there are people who come here every day!

Ugh! It's sticky!

Sleazy!

Hello!

You have the money?

Such precision is beautiful!

Do you mind?

Good! Very good!

We're obviously well matched!

Do you have the revolver?

What do you think? I'm an honest guy!

You're not sure? That's not very friendly�

But you're right. It isn't your revolver either.

Fair's fair.

A toy pistol, for some blank paper... That's all it is, isn't it?

Blank paper with one banknote on top.

I'm not even going to bother to check.

In this kind of transaction, it's always the same!

And it's all for nothing.

People like you imagine they're so smart.

It takes them a while to figure out that they're stuck!

Get it?...Stuck!

Now, you've played your hand, Mallet.

I've got a lot of things falling due very soon.

And since everything must be paid for� it's now 4 million.

Tomorrow. Right here. Same time.

Is that clear? That's final!

Understood? You'd better be here.

Now, I'm going over to the opposite platform...

I want to see you right here. I hate being followed.

Leave right now. That's my advice to you.

Come and help!

Come on!

The man on the platform was the policeman who came to the office.

Did he see you?

I don't think so.

Did Martin give you your keys? What if they find them on him?

They'll think they're his.

But� he's dead!

Come on!

Who are you? Hello?!

Who is it?

It's not over.

I don't know. The blackmail continues.

Yes, that's right!

It was you!

- Right from the start. - I should 've known.

- It's something you'd do. - You're too quick to judge.

Not about a master blackmailer.

Firstly, I'm your victim... You killed me.

What a shame!

Your arrogance is misplaced... I warn you.

I may be finished and out-of-date but...

...you know you'll need me, to stay out of prison.

- How much? - How much?!...

That's a question for Martin, one of my men.

I've several like him, for my dirty work.

He brought everything to me, Mallet, everything.

I had fun tormenting you for a while... a bit clumsily, I admit.

He died the only way possible for him...

Crushed.

Made a good example... Now you have to talk to ME.

Let's get this over with. You still haven't answered me.

What do you want?

I want�

...your wife.

I want your wife, but I want you to give her to me yourself.

I may have the vices of a bygone era, but my only interest is my pleasure.

- You really are passed it. - I can crush you, Mallet...

I have the proof.

In prison, you'll be away for a long time.

I've a lot of money... Anything can be bought.

I always get what I want, I've never failed.

There's always a first time.

It's your choice.

Do as I say, or make me disappear.

That appeals to me too... killing the same man twice!

Think about it?

I'll think about it.

I don't understand. What does he want?

He's not going to give up on it.

He's happy being able to crush me.

That gives him pleasure.

But what's he want?

I don't know...

...to get maximum pleasure.

That's all?

Yes.

Jean...

Oh please, darling!

What if I went to see him?

No� no�

You can't.

There's nothing you can do.

I love you.

You know what I'm going to do?

It's really just up to me.

- Where are you going? - To find him...

...and this time, I won't make a mistake.

Jean!

He's out, and I'm not expecting him.

If it's that urgent... try him at home.

That's right. Goodbye, madam.

He's not here?

- That's the limit! - Why?

I don't think he's coming now. If it's urgent, try him at home.

- And not at Avenue Foch. - You're sure he's not there?

Try Montmartre 4622.

Are you sure?

Is this invitation one of those things you hide from your husband?

Wouldn't you prefer to come to my house?

Fine. I'll be right there.

What are you waiting for now?

I knew you'd phone.

You're very sure of yourself.

Less so of others... until I get to know them.

Are you sure of me?

We're the same type of people.

And the rest of the world is weak.

When two people like us meet�

A whisky?

No thanks.

I've never wanted so much, to remain clear-headed.

I knew you'd phone, but I didn't think it would be so soon.

When you got me to come here, for a moment I thought it was a trap.

Bad idea!

One can never bet too much on other people's cowardice.

You hate him don't you?

Hardly!

He's an obstacle for me to get rid of.

The way I went about it wasn't too pretty perhaps...

...but the stakes were worth it!

You are very beautiful, Sylvie.

- Do I appeal to you? - You know you do.

So much the better. We don't want a deal that won't work.

Everything has to be clear.

Are we agreed?

I agree...

...and so do you.

Don't look so serious...

What's happening is delightful.

Perhaps you'd like to undress me yourself?

Sylvie...

I'm sorry. I don't know what you like.

Why?

What game are you playing?

Yours.

It's not a game.

You want me don't you?

I�

I need you.

You need me?

Because you're young. Because you're beautiful.

Isn't my submissiveness enough for you?

Perhaps you need me to love you?

Perhaps you love me.

Shut up!

So that's what I was afraid of!

Look at yourself!

Now the mask is off!

Have a look.

Look at the portrait of a coward!

Because that's what you are... a coward!

You don't even have the courage to play your role to the end.

40 years of play-acting, to end up here!

Waiting for me to tell you I love you. It's pathetic!

- Shut up! - No!

You're wrong... I'm not the same kind of person as you.

Nobody is... You're the only one of your type.

Do you hear me... You're alone... all alone!

I do NOT love you!

That doesn't change anything!

I'm 20 years old... and I don't love you!

- What do you know about love? - I've learned about it � thanks to you!

In the last 3 days I've found I really love a man.

I can't live without him and you can't do a thing about it.

It's because of him that you're here.

I would have accepted anyone... Do you hear me?...

ANYONE AT ALL!

I don't love you and no one will ever love you.

Every day you'll be a little older, a little more alone...

...in spite of your life-style and your posturing!

And WE are happy! Do you hear me? Happy!

Go away!

You've lost... whatever happens.

Perhaps you'll still be able to hurt us...

But that would be stupid.

Jean tried to kill you...

...but I'd know how to do it right.

I know.

Inspector Toussaint. Do you recognize me?

Yes, of course.

You just happened to be passing?

Well, these things can be arranged.

Come in.

- Do you like it? - It interests me.

- Scotch? - No, nothing.

Cognac?

A glass of red?

Thanks for the offer.

Mr Reverdy...

You're going to have problems...

Big problems.

Even with all YOUR resources, you'll find it difficult this time.

Do you remember that girl we found dead on a bench in the square six months ago?

She was full of drugs.

The square's close by...

...and you have all kinds of people here at night.

Very strange things go on here and�

Well anyway, that girl was here at your house.

Two days ago, some guy fell under the metro.

It was an accident. Incidentally, I was there... tailing him.

We knew he was pretty close to you this� Martin.

He had some very interesting things in his briefcase.

Like this, perhaps?

Precisely!

Alright...so dead men can't talk...

But there's something much more serious.

The man that you attacked.

What the...?!

Last Friday, a man was attacked... just across the road.

He came from your house.

He was a dealer, well known to us�

We found him in the alley.

He was taken to hospital.

Luckily for us, he wasn't dead. Just unconscious.

For two days, we kept quiet about it. And he pulled through.

On Monday, he mentioned your name.

I came to your office, not that I knew very much.

But since then, he's started to talk.

A lot.

And he said that I hit him? Me?

You.

Listen, Inspector, I may well be a crook...

But I'm not inclined to that kind of violence.

Please understand, I'm not trying to defend myself.

I even regret not being able to do such a thing.

Not physically able.

One needs to be younger.

I think I know who hit him.

I can prove my innocence with one word, one gesture.

For your sake, I hope so. You'll need to.

We'll continue this conversation officially.

I'll expect you in my office at the station, tomorrow morning.

In the meantime, don't try to travel anywhere.

You're too smart for me to have to tell you that you wouldn't get far.

The final scene!

Informative wasn't it?

Come in.

"All's well that ends well".

You commit a murder... The victim comes to life and accuses me.

You come to get rid of me and the police take care of it.

Villains are punished and the good guys rewarded.

It's all very moral.

But, I've never liked stories with a moral.

So, I'm going to kill you, Mallet.

I'm going to kill you like the coward I am.

I've nothing left to lose.

Sylvie...

I'm coming home, darling.

There's no need to be afraid. It's all over.

Yes, it's all over.

Just wait for a few more minutes.

Yes, I know, I know all of that now.

Yes, my love.

I'm coming home.

- THE END -

Translated by Nocturne for KG. Subtitles and revisions by FatPlank.