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The Plotters

He seems to be breathing.

Corpses don't breathe.

- Was he old? - From birth.

So he died young.

- Was he your boss? - One of them. Still one left.

He left his mark.

And his money.

- Was he rich? - A gold mine.

Goodbye, old chap.

Sorry.

PARIS HOSPITALS

Le Parisien

DEATH IN A THEATER

ALBERT BAZINE FALLS FROM CATWALK

WHO PUSHED BAZINE?

DETECTIVE GOSSET TO INVESTIGATE

Deadly catwalk

PAUL RÉMI TO SEE JUDGE

Stick to the facts, Mr. Rémi.

2 men, 2 associates, you and Albert Bazine,

walking on a catwalk, 20 m from the ground.

One falls and dies.

It's sad, but obvious: an accident.

To you, it's obvious.

Naturally. I was there.

I'm here to testify.

- You know who I am. - Sure I do!

You're all my wife talks about. Like all the others.

Theater men are sought after.

By the police, I see.

Come now. No one is accusing you.

Then why am I here?

You said it: to testify.

And also because of this anonymous letter.

That filth?

I get them at the theater.

I flush them down the toilet.

That's all very well. But you're in a judge's office.

We hold them at arm's length, but we do have to read them.

This author says he witnessed the tragedy.

- The accident. - It says "tragedy."

When we went up the catwalk, there was no one in the room, sir.

Are you so sure?

Maybe someone was there you didn't know about.

People don't waltz in!

But there's a staff.

Actors.

Don't tell me it's one of my actors.

I know them well.

We think we know our peers,

our wives,

our friends.

Forgive me. I have a rehearsal to attend.

I won't keep you any longer today.

- Just one last thing. - What?

A signature.

- A signature? - Yes.

It's for my wife.

She loves autographs.

Hélène.

"Hélène."

Thanks.

I beg your pardon?

Please.

Am I a witness or a suspect here?

My good sir, you can have suspicious witnesses

and innocent suspects.

You moron! Can't you be careful?

Paul!

Answer me. Who was the letter from?

It was anonymous.

We're in total darkness.

What you're impressed about is the judge.

I guess.

Judges always see something about you.

Aren't you dramatizing?

I don't think so.

Drama is my trade.

Where are we going?

Towards a judicial error.

Straight ahead.

That Dryops's daughter, my mother, be cursed

for abandoning me as a baby!

For all of that, I am Pan.

Despite it all, and my mother.

I am Pan, said I.

"Pan who?" said the other.

For in general, I am all.

If there ever was one.

I am the plains and the wind, like Aeolus.

Never mind, for all roads to Olympus "leave"...

"Lead."

I can't do it.

To Olympus "leave."

Oh, shit!

It's not in the text.

"All roads to Olympus lead."

And "Lead to Olympus"?

Ask the author.

Never mind,

for all roads to Olympus lead.

I defeated the Persians

and caused panic.

The words "panic," "pantheist"...

Why is she kissing me?

Why? Because it's a musical.

It's in the text.

"Nymph no. 7 comes by and kisses him voraciously."

"Voraciously"?

Disgusting.

Are nymphs male or female?

Female. You don't see nymphs wearing moustaches.

Very well.

Be on your guards, with myths.

I, Pan, grandson of Maia, son of Atlas and Zeus...

Don't read while you work.

How about that!

Paul Rémi summoned by judge

Are you surprised?

One moment!

Nymphs, take your coats off.

Antonio?

Pick up at... "For in general, I am all."

For in general, I am all.

If there ever was one.

I am the plains and the wind, like Aeolus.

Never mind...

Read this.

It's unbelievable.

Here, look.

Antonio, for the hundredth time!

Why breathe after "celestial"? It's abnormal.

Your celestial fanfare sounds like a marching band.

Try and hear the fanfare!

What are they playing?

Ask Marcange.

Calling for the author!

He's here!

What does the celestial fanfare play? Wagner or Vincent Scotto?

Very funny.

Extremely funny.

2 days before dress rehearsal, making jokes.

Very funny.

Someone has to be.

You, aside from Shakespeare...

Shakespeare, Shakespeare...

He's dead. No one can hear him.

Back to our fanfare.

Fanfares remind me of the Nanterre firefighters.

I can't help it.

I'm cutting the fanfare out.

You're cutting out the fanfare? Enough, Pakévitch!

Removing my best lines?

- Should I remove myself? - No suicides.

It's bad luck.

No money for the wreath.

No way. We don't have time.

Very funny.

Very funny. Rémi!

- Get Paul Rémi! - What?

Don't let him set a foot here! Read this.

- Won't you go home? - No.

You'd lie down, so would I, we'd eat in bed.

We'll make a list of our friends to find who wrote the letter.

You know what goes on here.

How are you holding up?

Fine.

Darling, the car title.

Good thing you're here.

Do you love me?

Like I breathe.

I like these hours of dread because I can help you, be with you.

Otherwise...

Otherwise what?

When you go through a rough patch, we become equals.

It's so rare, in a marriage.

Kiss me.

You're not unhappy enough, after all.

Especially at night.

Now, go on, boss. Find that anonymous.

I'll find him in my theater.

I know it.

- Mona? - Yes?

What if it was true?

What do you mean?

What if I did push Bazine?

I'd think: "It wasn't intentional."

I'd be with you.

- The only one. - That's all I want!

To be the only one, you see?

Adios, amigo.

"Paul Rémi summoned by judge.

"Theater director refuses to comment.

"The director of the theater where the events took place

"was summoned..."

Can you fall from a catwalk on your own?

- Naturally. - Vertigo.

- It wasn't vertigo. - What vertigo?

I don't believe in it, and in heaven either.

You've read Sartre.

- Have you read Sartre? - Kind of.

There are no newspapers on Olympus.

- Boss, it's a catastrophe! - It's a mess.

A catastrophic mess.

Act II needs changing.

Nothing's ready.

Marcange has to rewrite the part of Hermes.

Who knows if he's Pan's dad or Hercules's step-daughter?

It's a Greek salad.

Get started!

No, no no! I won't rewrite anything.

Try to understand.

I'm talking about rehearsal, not your argument.

Come closer, noble elder. You seem tired.

Hey, darling.

Will you look at this...

I'm up.

I've become incredibly famous.

I defeated the titans by shouting from the top of my lungs.

I defeated the Persians.

My father carried me on Olympus.

Where is that venerated father?

Do you know, noble elder?

Tell me.

I've searched for him.

What is the name of your father?

Hermes, son of Zeus and Maia.

It is I. I am your father.

- No way. - "No way"?

Where did you read that?

He can't say "I'm your father" using that tone.

Isn't he perfect?

Go out and say it. You think my play is bad.

No, no, no! Please!

From the top.

Hermes, son of Zeus and Maia.

It is I. I'm your father.

Is it you?

The messenger of gods?

It is I!

What are you doing?

I've found my father, Hermes.

- Is he Hermes? - It is.

I recognize his beard.

Kiss him.

Kiss my father, nymph.

Listen, Rémi. Don't I have any talent?

I wonder.

Try to understand.

This play is full of effervescence. It's champagne.

The way it's staged, it's red wine.

With added water.

What's got into you?

Chicken. It doesn't agree with me.

- No, not now. - Yes!

Now!

What a disaster.

Rémi?

- Rémi! - Yes?

Something's been upsetting my husband and I.

We've been thinking about Bazine.

Do you plan on attending the premiere?

Should I be mourning?

You understand, Rémi.

- People will see you. - So what?

They'll mention...

The accident.

They'll have ideas.

It could cause a scandal.

Or a theater to close.

Really, you're not afraid of what people will say?

Say I killed him!

You're crazy, Rémi.

I just think it'd be in your interest for a while

to lay low.

I have no reason to lay low!

Enough! If you start, boss, I'm quitting.

Right. I'm going.

I mean to address everyone.

Quiet!

When I came in earlier,

a paper was going around.

I read it too.

The news item with the boss's picture,

fascinating, isn't it?

The boss summoned by the judge, put on the grill.

Exciting, isn't it?

Except,

everyone should know,

someone betrayed me.

Someone's trying to do me in.

Committing an awful deed:

accusing without revealing himself.

As I look at you...

I think it can't be.

And yet it is true.

He's among you.

The eternal story of betrayal.

What does Judas look like?

Is it one of my good stagehands?

Or one of the women or men

who can act so well?

Now, where is he?

Let him come forth!

May this author be brave!

Is it one of my little nymphs, my angels...?

You never know, with angels...

Speaking of which: Marcange?

- You're crazy! - He's crazy!

Then who? Who?

See how fascinating.

You suspect me, and I suspect you.

Pray to God that this mystery will be cleared up

so we may breathe again together

and look each other in the eye.

Sir? Sir?

What are you doing here?

I liked what you said.

Everyone knows Bazine had vertigo.

Right.

One hour break, and keep calm!

Be back at 9 pm.

- And the celestial fanfare? - Calling for supper!

- Andrieux. - Boss?

- You came from the auditorium? - Yes, boss.

Why knock here?

You know I'm not in.

- I thought... - Come.

I have the seating plan ready.

Let me see.

Here's a list of guests.

- Do you wish to see? - Yes.

I think it's all there.

You have to check.

My mind wanders.

You know where.

It's right there.

They say I killed Bazine.

But what's the motive?

The motive of the crime?

Answer. I'm not here.

Hello?

No, Mr. Rémi is out.

I'm in charge of taking messages.

Yes.

Yes.

Fine, sir. Goodbye.

- What is it? - Mr. Bazine's lawyer.

- What did he want? - Nothing.

Mr. Bazine's will was opened.

And?

You're his sole legatee.

What?

Yes. You're his heir.

What do you mean?

Something quite nice.

You'll inherit quite a sum.

Bazine sold potatoes.

Wholesale, I believe.

Strange that he came to the theater.

What pushed him to...

Pardon?

No... What pushed him to come to the theater?

Go to your office to think it through.

I need details.

Yes, sir.

Hello?

Put Mr. Berland on.

Star 41 92, sir.

We have other things to do.

It's worse than we thought.

An anonymous letter!

What's behind an anonymous letter?

What's behind it?

Why are you here?

I'm taking it done. "What's behind"...

"an anonymous letter?" Good.

It wasn't on purpose.

I'll keep it for later.

Letter or no letter, the result is a scandal,

before dress rehearsal.

Let's go eat.

Just think! We could've played at Bertaud's!

Excuse me, miss.

- Are you Jany Noël? - Yes, sir.

If I may. Émile Carcassonne.

- It's for Mr. Rémi. - He's not here.

No matter. I'll come back.

Thank you.

Who's this anonymous?

No idea.

We're surrounded by hypocrites.

Why not file a complaint?

- Against whom? - Person unknown.

Here's Andrieux.

"Andrieux," he's unknown.

- Bob. - Yes?

Cold cuts, a hard-boiled egg, and a beer.

Cold cuts, a hard-boiled egg, and a beer.

Hey, Mr. Andrieux!

- What? - Nothing.

All this filth is bad for the boss.

Mud only dirties the bodywork.

You're so smart, Mickaël.

Yes?

He should file a complaint.

Not to lay low.

No, that's the rat.

- Even if he's right? - Are you crazy?

I'm just making sure.

Mona, come.

Come eat.

"Naked"? Get dressed.

Quick, something's come up.

Yes, it's serious.

I'm being hunted down.

Hunted down.

Tell Damien to come. I need my lawyer.

Go pick him up.

See you.

"I gave up on the world

"and yet, before I leave it,

"I'd like to know your opinion.

"Do you think I'm right to enter the convent?"

Perdican:

"Don't ask me about it, for I would never do it."

Camille:

"For the last 10 years we've lived apart from each other,

"you've started on life's journey.

"I know who you are.

"You must have learned a lot,

"with such a heart and mind.

"Tell me, have you had lovers?"

- Why? - "Don't be shy."

- Yes. - "Did you love them?"

Don't go so fast. Take your time.

"Did you love them?"

- What are you doing here? - My work is done.

- What work? - I'm a typist.

I know, thanks.

As if you've never seen me before.

It feels like it.

Or just a glance.

We see each other every day.

A real affair.

Not yet.

But it's been 6 months.

I can't say you talk much.

You often say "beat it" or "who is this klutz?"

You're very rude.

Enough. Take a break.

- Say, miss... - My name's Marie.

Say, Marie. Do you know who turned me in?

No. He didn't confide in me.

I want to know who hates me so.

Not necessarily a man.

A woman? Could it be you?

No.

Women like to plot, but they're not so mean as to...

- You think women... - I don't think.

With Marcange's play.

You read too many bad plays. So it's the same in life?

Fine. Go on. My wife will be here.

Are you scared? Is she jealous?

Of you? Are you kidding?

Thanks.

Say, Marie.

What did you do before?

Operator at the Galleries.

I was going crazy. I became a typist.

Why were you playing Marivaud?

Didn't you get it?

Too bad.

- And Damien? - He'll be here.

I don't like riding with him.

He flirts with you?

With his hand. I hate it.

Come eat.

The nerve!

- What? - Bringing his lawyer.

Why not his guillotine?

Jean, the check!

- Jean, the check! - Coming!

She's so clingy!

- What is it? - The author's wife.

It's unbelievable.

Bazine and you were always arguing and you're in his will?

The terrible lovers.

Seriously.

I'm not inheriting his fortune. I called his lawyer.

I'm inheriting his shares in the theater.

Not the same.

Main stakeholder.

What can I do about it?

He never told you about it?

Yes. One time we were drunk. Didn't think he was serious.

Bazine was an old Scrooge, but he loved the theater.

The smells, backstage. The atmosphere.

- He really hit the bottle. - I remember.

The Marcanges were there.

They can testify the money was yours.

Why's that?

You're in quite a mess, old pal.

Is your job to defend me or make me feel guilty?

What a lawyer.

- Garcon! - Coming.

- Have you chosen? - Sancerre.

- Yes, sir. - Nice and fresh.

A bottle of Sancerre!

Sancerre, coming up!

I like mustard in a sandwich. Makes my nose twitch.

Speaking to yourself?

Come sit down. You'll see.

Darling, slow down...

- Where'd you learn that? - Dictionary.

A call for Mr. Andrieux.

I'm not here.

Rehearsing your Musset?

Yes. With the boss, now.

Finally.

- I can't stand him. - Wonderful!

Can't I speak my mind?

He says there's no proof the boss is innocent!

- I'm not saying he's guilty. - Then what?

There's no evidence either way.

- Don't say that. - Not tonight.

Be quiet.

The nymph is right.

Tell me what you think.

- You too, Shorty. - Go on, Machiavel.

Careful. The author.

I won't come back. Bad food, bad service, and it reeks!

- Reeks of ham. - Your change.

It's for you, darling.

Thanks. 28 francs. Good thing I don't have kids.

Rémi is fighting with his lawyer.

Leave me alone. I'm not on trial yet.

Look. You've got to prepare your defense.

Only one argument for the judge.

Say: "Let's say I knew about the will,

"killed Bazine"...

I'd never tell him: "Say I killed Bazine."

He'd believe it.

Reductio ad absurdum.

You're being absurd!

Fine. All right.

An anonymous letter and the police is after me?

I didn't push Bazine.

- Prove it. - How?

Believe me.

Believe culprits, everyone is innocent.

I could change jobs.

- Sorry. - It's all right.

Lawyers use their hands.

What did I say?

The author, no wife.

He had appendicitis? He looks beat.

Congratulations, Rémi. What a wonderful staff.

Guess what they decided.

- On a strike. - A strike?

They won't work unless the rat steps out.

- I think it's nice. - I don't.

I don't.

I hope you'll punish the leaders.

A petition. Listen up.

Turn off the music, please.

"Actors, actresses, and the staff of the theater

"testify unanimously:

"their director's conduct having always been irreproachable

"towards them,

"a single anonymous denunciation

"should not harm his honor

"and his reputation

"puts his beyond suspicion

"in the accidental death

"of his associate, Bazine."

Anyone want to add anything?

No? Then I'll type it out.

Mr. Marcange will sign first.

When you stop this strike, I'll sign.

- Marcange is right. - Finally.

- But... - Let me talk.

This strike

won't hold, my dears.

The theater comes first.

We'll do what you want.

Before signing the petition, listen here.

I have something to tell you.

Bazine left me his shares.

I'm the sole owner of the theater.

You see you can very well suspect me

and it's not worth a strike.

What if you were wrong,

and that I had killed...

- It's not true. - It's not true.

I don't think it's true, but I thought I should tell you.

There.

You're free to sign the petition or not.

Will you sign?

Not me. I'm his wife.

- Exactly. - No. It's not right.

- Has everyone signed? - Except Andrieux and the Marcanges.

Who cares?

I want it to be soaring!

Everyone has signed.

- Everyone? - Except Andrieux and the Marcanges.

And also...

- Also...? - Your wife said it's not right.

What do I do with it?

I'll keep it.

Why didn't you sign?

If you'd close the door.

Why didn't you sign?

Because I don't agree.

You don't?

Absolutely not.

Paul Rémi's honor, his reputation...

No. I won't fall for it.

And I can't fall for it,

because I witnessed it.

Witnessed what?

The tragedy that cost poor Bazine his life.

Mr. Bazine was ugly.

And fat.

He got in the way, didn't he?

He was a nuisance too.

Always arguing.

And of course, he was rich.

So, according to you,

my husband...

Pushed Bazine? Yes.

Yes, I saw him.

Just as I see you now.

But it's not as pleasant.

Bazine fell at my feet, his skull bashed in.

It made a sound.

You're a liar.

A liar, Andrieux. You hear?

A lousy coward.

I hate you.

I despise you!

You're lying! Bazine was dizzy.

You'll leave when I say so!

- Let me go! - No.

I like holding you in my arms.

Anger suits you well, Mona.

Let me go. Don't call me Mona!

I could have kept quiet, but I love you.

You know I do.

So I told them! All I'd seen.

He'll go to jail! You can't stay with a criminal.

You can't!

A criminal?

Where were you?

Here.

I don't know what happened. I was hot.

What is it?

The catwalk...

from where he fell.

- What's gotten into you? - Nothing.

Can someone fall from there?

I don't know.

Has it ever happened?

I don't know.

What is it?

- What is it? - Nothing, sir!

A light. No one's hurt.

It's stupid. I thought...

What did you think?

Nothing. I thought someone had fallen again.

Is anything wrong?

I'm fine.

- I heard something fall. - Let's go.

No. Leave him. Go away.

All that for a light!

- Excuse me, sir. - Yes?

Émile Carcassonne.

I'd like to talk with Mr. Rémi.

Not now.

It's not a good time?

I'm sorry. I'll come back.

- I'll come back. Excuse me. - Another time.

Be supple!

Be supple!

You're on Mount Olympus.

Do you know what it is?

Where the Olympic Games take place.

I love it when they stop talking.

Like on the radio.

Say, I think these rhythmic dances are very...

Me too.

Dialogue would be better.

A MEETING ON OLYMPUS

Excuse me, miss.

Émile Carcassonne.

Is Mr. Rémi here?

No, he left. He was ill.

I see. All right.

Pardon me, miss. I'll come tomorrow.

Miss.

Can't she be quiet?

I'm on it.

Higher! Higher!

Guillaume! What are you doing?

Go to the right!

Go to the right, I said!

There's not enough rope!

That's too much! There.

There. Push it down.

Push it down!

Clear the pediment!

It's a temple, not a game!

Really? You don't trust me?

- Perfect, well done. - Guillaume!

- Guillaume! - Yes?

How are the drapes holding?

Numbers 4 and 6?

2 or 3 ropes?

2! Mr. Pakévitch said 2.

There.

- Put a 3rd one in. - Yes, boss.

Put the sheathing back.

Push it down.

There. Stop.

It's not that hard.

Really...

Don't you think that the set is too far from the audience?

Can't we bring it forward?

I'm not sure.

- Guillaume! - Yes?

Can we lower the set?

Why not.

By how much?

1 m, 1.25 m.

- Congratulations. - You're too kind.

Pakévitch should light the back with mercury.

- We don't have a transformer. - In the prop's room.

You're wonderful, Mona!

Not wonderful,

but I could help you if you'd speak to me.

Say you're unavailable.

Why would I be?

You could be ill. Like yesterday.

Yes. They could arrest me?

- Is that it? - Quiet.

Detective Gosset, police. He wants to see you.

- In my office? - No.

An officer. I brought him here.

He's backstage.

Fine.

- Detective Gosset. - Hello.

I was just looking at the catwalk. It's high, isn't it?

- 18 m. - 5 stories.

When I was appointed, yesterday, to...

To come and see you,

I was glad.

I like the theater.

Step into my office.

Isn't it nice here?

It smells good. Smells of sets.

Smells of adventure.

Why don't we have a seat?

Bazine, what kind of character was he?

- You know... - Yes, of course.

But you're the violent type.

- I don't know. - Sure. But I do.

In Cairo, in 1944,

you punched the owner of a nightclub.

The Pyramids, it was called.

Yes, I remember. The Pyramids.

The owner was in a bad shape.

Broken nose, etc.

But not Egyptian. Good thing, right?

- Or you'd gone to jail. - An Iraqi.

He'd been disrespectful.

Can we go up on that catwalk?

If you'd like.

To forge one's opinion, best to have a look.

Right.

There are 24 female directors in Paris, currently.

24 female bosses.

They chose the plays, the sets.

Everyone goes to their premieres.

I served with the firefighters.

I know how to climb a ladder.

You were in the tank units.

You're well-informed.

Say! It's my job.

It must be fascinating, to be a theater director.

- Where was it, exactly? - Here.

Where was he looking?

Down. He felt faint so... I tried to catch him...

Yes. I can imagine.

Why did he climb up here?

His idea?

No, I asked him.

Because of the roof.

It needed fixing. The cost estimate

is 225,000 francs.

He wouldn't hear it.

He was rich and cheap.

I understand.

And there was an argument.

No. He fell straight away.

- Are you sure? - I'm telling you.

It's not because you tell me you didn't push him

I believe it.

Like Saint Thomas. Got to see it to believe it.

But you didn't see me push Bazine.

But a witness saw it for me.

You'd rather believe him?

As of now, I believe no one.

But to be fair,

things aren't looking good for you.

Which means?

There's the inheritance.

You didn't get along, the victim and yourself.

You liked his money, not him.

In fact...

when you decided to work together, 3 years ago,

you were on the brink of closing the theater, weren't you?

I'd lost 8 millions in a Pirandello play.

A masterpiece.

And the savior brought you the millions.

- How many? - 40.

Shall we?

Right. Excuse me.

How about that! It's astonishing.

And you brought your name to the table.

Of course! Fifty-fifty.

I've made a name for myself, Detective.

I paid for those millions.

- A lot? - Yes.

Our theater showed some dreadful plays.

Like A Meeting on Olympus.

Exactly.

Guess what we wanted to call it.

"Pan-ic on Olympus."

That's funny!

Yes, very funny.

Andrieux! Don't leave!

Wait in my office.

My secretary, Andrieux, is he the anonymous witness?

He's no longer anonymous.

He's testifying overtly now.

What did he see?

He saw you push Bazine.

What are you waiting for?

A warrant.

Probably a matter of hours.

It all depends on the judge.

Don't get ahead of him. Don't get upset.

- Are you Mrs. Paul Rémi? - Yes.

I believe, ma'am, that your husband

would best not resort to violence against Mr. Andrieux.

Why say that?

Because he's just learned that Mr. Andrieux

is a prosecution witness.

He's allowed to fire him.

But if he breaks his nose...

It'll be pan-ic on Olympus.

Say you saw me push him, if you're not a coward!

Yes. Unaware of being watched.

You wrote the judge without signing, like a coward!

I told him the letter was mine.

- I'm no longer anonymous. - Get out!

You filth! You're no longer part of this theater!

I saw you, you killed Bazine. You're a murderer.

Flee.

Flee? Why flee?

Leave. Quickly.

I beg you, go.

I was scared, darling. So very scared.

- He's lying. Why? - I don't know.

I swear I didn't push him.

They won't believe me. They need to see it.

How do I make them see I didn't push him?

- How to prove one's innocence? - I don't know.

So I'm guilty if I can't prove the opposite is true?

- They'll arrest me! - No.

Yes! A warrant will be used.

- Says who? - The detective.

What did I do to Andrieux?

Do you know, Mona? Do you?

No, I don't.

When I was on the catwalk, you were talking.

What did he say?

No. He didn't say anything. At least I didn't hear it.

And seeing you up there...

I didn't know it was him.

Who said he is?

Detective Gosset. He told me so.

From up there, I thought you two were talking.

What is it?

Marie!

- Give me that paper! - No!

Mona... it's over.

BAZINE CASE: IMPENDING ARREST

"Impending."

Have you read?

"Impending arrest."

I have an idea.

Wait.

Yes. Fréville.

Hello, Fréville?

It's Mona. Hello.

Have you read? It's awful.

Could you come, immediately?

To the theater. His office.

Yes. Thank you.

See you soon.

You're good, Mona.

Don't move.

You're not here.

Excuse me. Émile Carcassonne. I'd like to speak to Mr. Rémi.

Mr. Rémi isn't here.

What a shame.

I'll come back.

What a shame.

- Miss. - Goodbye, sir.

Buy your program!

Buy your program!

The program is not sold inside.

Buy your program!

Rémi must have killed him. He disappeared.

- I heard it at the salon. - Very promising!

Can you get us seats for Rémi's trial?

- A trial is a wonderful thing. - Like a boxing match.

A MEETING ON OLYMPUS

- How are your lines going? - I don't know them.

Gee!

- So? - He's gone.

I asked the valet. Nothing.

- Did they arrest him? - No, he disappeared.

- Guillaume! - Coming.

- Will it hold? - Yes, it'll hold.

Hey, Marie!

Put on your wig. Hurry.

I have time.

I'm scared! Feel my hands.

- You're hot. - My stomach is churning.

- Guillaume? - Yes.

Don't miss the effect on the flute solo.

Don't worry. We won't let you down.

Thanks, Guillaume.

Number 72 in Lommoye.

Darling, is it you?

I know it's late, but I'm on my own.

I have an idea. I'll set the phone

by the interphone. You'll hear everything.

How are you?

The critics are here.

Léonard, Paul Ragot, Jean-Étienne Lestonnat,

little Suint...

One moment. Someone's there.

Come in.

Mr. Rémi isn't here. He's away.

Away?

What a shame. Really.

I'm Émile Carcassonne.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Ma'am.

Carcassonne again. Must be the police.

He's furious.

What an idea to send you there!

I'm going backstage. I'll set the phone down.

Hello? Please hold. I'll call you from backstage.

I love you. See you soon.

Where are the nymphs?

Calling all the nymphs! We're on in 8 minutes.

And Jany Noël? Where is she?

Darling? I'm here.

I'm on stage.

You heard Pakévitch.

You, the nymph! The other. Christophe.

- Ma'am? - Your thigh is black.

What happened? Go clean that up.

I'm sorry, darling.

I'm getting stage fright.

I know it'll be a hit.

It's not Molière, but people will like it.

We'll make money.

Suzy! Suzy!

My elastic band is loose.

- What do I do? - Go to costumes.

No one violates a psychiatric institution.

It's like a church, without mass. Don't worry.

What do you want?

Mr. Marcange wishes to see you.

Fine. I'm coming.

Good evening, Mr. Rémi.

It's Marie speaking. Can you hear me?

You can't speak, but you can hear.

Where are you?

I thought something had happened.

Rémi must have put it somewhere.

- Are you OK? - I'm soaked. Feel it.

- No thanks. - I was looking for you!

I'll check.

- Let me come. - No.

I must speak with you.

She's sexy. Incredibly sexy.

That one too.

Here we go.

They all are.

Here we are.

What a show!

Come on!

Excuse me.

I wouldn't be surprised if I was fired.

I talk about you too often.

Can you hear the bell? It's starting.

Everyone's thinking of you.

Me too, but not like the others.

I daren't ask Mrs. Rémi.

She'd find it funny.

She won't say where you are.

Jany Noël asked her.

Darling? It's me, Mona.

I hear the 3 knocks, I have to go.

I'll call you back at the end.

Wish me luck.

The line is dead.

You slut!

Say, Pan,

where are your wife and children?

My wife is on the road

playing the flute

for the cicadas.

- Careful. - Listen.

You can hear her.

No more cicadas tomorrow.

- They'll die of jealousy. - Come on.

There. Be graceful, sweethearts. Be graceful!

Your asses are to die for, show them.

Come on. Let's go.

Hello?

Hello?

DR. FRÉVILLE INSTITUTE OF NEUROPSYCHIATRY

Hello?

Hello?

Yes. Excuse me.

Didn't I get a call from Paris?

No.

Thank you.

Mona, it was magnificent.

Thanks to you, Mona.

Thanks to you. And Pakévitch.

Mickaël. Can I call you Mickaël?

You're a great stage director. A great one!

Still nervous.

I watched you. You were everywhere. You saw everything.

- She was 20. - I'm 26.

You'll be an immense director.

I must speak to you. It's very important.

- Very. - A new play? Is it written?

Quiet! It's a monument.

Everything's in here. It hurts.

Madame, a picture with the author.

All right. Darling, stand between us.

There. Perfect.

Smile.

There! And now,

I'd like one with Mr. Pakévitch and Jany Noël.

Gee. The author's wife is a real pain.

She thinks she's a poem.

Open your coat, so we can see your legs.

- They're not bad. - No!

Sorry.

Well. No thighs.

- Thank you. - Jany, come here.

Have you become a pain?

No. I like proper pictures.

You were very proper 2 years ago when you begged for pictures...

You'd done them naked too.

Now you're being coy. You're all the same.

Bye-bye, Miss Proper.

I'll see you in 10 minutes. I have a call to make.

Hurry, I'm starving. I can't feel my pulse.

- So, Pakévitch. Are you coming? - Yes.

- Have you heard? - What?

Marcange lost her pulse.

- Go clean your face. - Yes.

Hey! Do you love me?

Every part of you.

Hello?

Seine-et-Oise, please.

Number 72, in Lommoye.

- Nice mail box. - You?

Is this who's who, or hide-and-seek?

Are you stealing?

Libeler, thief, why not.

Hello? Please try again.

The boss won't answer?

And to the police either.

What would he have to say?

No. You won't have the letter.

I know it by heart.

It's Bazine threatening to end their collaboration.

No Bazine, no money. No money, no Rémi.

It's very clear.

Put it down.

The letter first. Then you can go.

Why leave it here?

I want no secrets between us.

You read it, give it back. It'll send Rémi to jail.

I won't.

Just kill me!

You know dear, tonight, you were sensational.

Everyone agrees.

I almost called you "boss."

It's a nice name, "boss." Make you think of "mistress"?

You brute.

Come on, boss. Give me the letter.

I'll break your glasses.

No...

No, not again.

No!

Oh, my wrist...

I hate you. You broke my wrist.

- No. - Yes.

It's not broken.

What'll you do with the letter?

Whatever you want.

Really? Whatever I want?

Then give it back.

You won't give it back?

Here it is.

You're better without glasses.

- No. - It's him.

Exactly.

Hello?

Hello?

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

Spying on me?

What for?

Then why are you here?

Just passing by. I heard the phone, so...

So what?

I was an operator at the Galleries.

So when I hear a phone ring, I just pick it up.

Who was it?

I was too late. He'd hung up.

- Who had? - The boss.

Why the boss?

He was surely phoning to have news, and give his regards.

Beat it.

You broke my head.

My father is nearby.

If you kill me, he'll be a witness.

Witnesses can be useful.

Real ones, at least.

DR. FRÉVILLE INSTITUTE OF NEUROPSYCHIATRY

- What was I saying? - You said something?

Yes. Mona, how long will I stay here?

How long?

As long as your innocence isn't proven.

To prove it, you can't be arrested. Or it's over.

You understand, darling?

Yes.

How quaint. All these fallen leaves...

I almost wish I could stay.

- For the leaves? - They're fallen.

Yes, maybe so.

I can't live in the shadows.

But I can't defend you here.

How one is mistaken about others.

I thought she was vain,

that she only cared about her life as a socialite.

Maybe that's all she was, when we were happy.

This has transformed her.

Do you love me?

More than ever.

Me too.

I almost forgot. Your lawyer, Damien, called.

He wants to see me, at 3 pm today.

- No longer fear his hands? - I fear nothing now.

I asked Marcange to cut out the scene with Jupiter.

It slows it all down.

What did he say?

I was right.

Lucky you.

The man must be in danger

for the woman to show all that she can do.

You then discover she can do everything.

Lower!

Stage right!

Again!

Lights on stage right!

You're becoming difficult.

Enough!

A lighter.

You were the first one to say the lighting was fine.

Franck is leaving the Comédie-Française.

I know.

OK, use number 2 as a backlight.

Mona, you must...

Darling, I don't need you here.

Right. The night shift.

You prefer unemployment?

Try and call Franck. He'd be perfect for Javel's play.

What? He's too old.

The moustache can be shaved.

Shorty!

Yes?

What is this stain here?

From the roof. It rained.

Fine. I'll do it myself.

I'll be up on the catwalk. Coming, Andrieux?

Are you scared?

Hey, Violette?

What a slut!

It's literally in ruins.

They could've fixed it.

And Bazine, that old cheapskate...

Good time to be thinking of him.

Why's that?

Nothing.

Look.

One could believe in an accident, with a good lawyer.

You mean about Bazine?

I mean in general.

Are you scared?

You're right to be.

Go on, try.

Are you so hot?

You're sweating.

Push me.

What are you waiting for?

Push me.

She came every morning, regularly.

She was always on the move and seemed happy.

Too happy.

Yes?

Mrs. Rémi is with Dr. Fréville. She'll be here soon.

Right. Thank you.

Mona is more and more involved in my business

and no longer only transfers my orders.

She puts articles in the press, talks to my lawyer,

meets with powerful people,

and is brimming with energy.

Mona's devotion has become something of a worry.

Dr. Fréville is very nice.

What preoccupies me,

is the idea it may be hard for Mona to get back into line

if I am freed.

Andrieux has an incriminating document.

A document?

What document?

A letter from Bazine.

- You saw Andrieux? - Yes.

- Where? - In a bar, avenue Montaigne.

I was nice to him.

Very nice.

For you. I wanted him to give me the letter.

Nice in what way?

In a way he let me read it.

- He gave it to you? - No.

Not that nice.

What did the letter say?

Bazine threatened to end the collaboration.

No more Bazine, no more money.

No money, no Rémi.

It's quite clear.

Who is Mona?

I no longer know.

She scares me.

Darling,

are you sure you didn't push him?

Maybe unintentionally?

Mona!

You were talking about the roof.

You're so violent at times, darling.

You talk like Detective Gosset.

You see. Even with me, sometimes.

You understand, darling,

it'd be an accident.

- Yes. - A mistake.

A wrong move.

You wouldn't be sentenced, or hardly. 2 years, said Damien.

"2 years"? That's nice of him.

The judge will appoint experts to examine you,

because it's being said...

You have a cold?

No. It's from smoking.

I smoke too much. I'm on edge.

What's being said?

That you're fleeing.

- They don't think I'm mad? - No.

No one's fallen for it.

But they have to.

The doctor insists on it.

- That I'm crazy? - Yes.

Or you'll turn yourself in, and it's over.

Here's your compensation.

Mrs. Rémi is paying now so you don't have to come back.

Thank her for me.

She doesn't care for your thanks.

Thank her anyways.

Tell her I'll see her soon.

She's given orders to bar you from entering.

Unbelievable. Is she so scared?

She has every right to hate you.

- Why don't you go bow? - I'm tired.

I'm pregnant.

- That's new. - No, it's not new.

It's been 4 months.

So what? I have every right. I'm married.

Oh! Good evening, Marie.

I don't like him.

- Is it so tiring? - I just hate the applause.

- How are you? - So-so.

Did she fire you?

What filth!

If I were you, I'd see the boss.

If I knew where he was...

Dr. Fréville Clinic, 72 at Lommoye.

72, Lommoye?

"Lommoye." L, o, m, m, o, y, e.

- Know how I found out? - No.

It's a madhouse. My husband's uncle is mad.

What luck! The uncle thinks he's the Eiffel tower.

He's being cured there.

One stitch at the bottom,

another stitch at the top.

Bull's eye.

"72, Lommoye. Dr. Fréville."

"72, Lommoye, Dr. Fréville."

Talking to yourself?

- Got a pen? - I want it back.

- Another petition? - No.

Thanks, Guillaume!

My pleasure.

- Can I use the phone? - Go ahead.

- To call Seine-et-Oise. - Yes. What is it?

Nothing.

I want to call Seine-et-Oise.

Did you get that number for Seine-et-Oise?

No. No answer.

It must be late,

in Seine-et-Oise.

Your boyfriend goes to bed early.

I don't have one.

You don't say?

- I've never had one. - You're cute, though.

I may be too difficult.

Don't be too difficult or you'll be left out.

- Are you thirsty? - No.

I'm not thirsty.

Thanks.

There was no answer.

I was calling the madhouse.

Really?

I'm telling you.

It's funny, huh?

- Loons have to sleep too. - Say...

Say...

- Swear it's true. - I swear.

It's cold in a madhouse.

Marie, what you're saying is very serious.

So? Do you still love your wife?

I'd be lying if I said no.

- Did I hurt you? - Yes.

I'm sorry.

Maybe someone else loves you secretly.

Yes, you. I know. You've told me.

- You're not moved? - Not yet.

I like that. It leaves room for hope.

Careful, it's her!

What do we do?

Isn't it strange?

Unbelievable.

It was that simple.

- It just dawned on you? - Today.

- With this paper here. - Proving my innocence.

We don't have a moment to lose.

Wait at the station.

I'll be right there.

How will you leave?

There's a hole in the wall.

Go on, hurry.

What's this game?

It's no game. The train makes me salute it.

You were able to escape?

Hurry. We'll get the one at 57.

- What did she say? - She stayed 10 minutes.

- You didn't cut yourself? - You think I'm crazy?

- And the tickets? - First class.

Ah... shit.

- Anything wrong? - No.

I don't have cash.

I'll pay you back. How much?

If you had to pay back everything you owe me,

you'd have to sell your theater and more.

- What do I owe you? - Freedom is priceless.

How long until the clinic notices you're gone?

Tonight. Why?

So they don't tell your wife.

We have to go to the police warn Mr. Gosset.

That'll be a shocker!

You're wrong.

He'll be happy to know you're innocent.

As for A Meeting on Olympus,

he thinks it's very cheesy.

A man of taste.

- He saw it? - I sent him tickets.

You have to cajole them. I saw his wife. Very ugly.

- How old are you? - 21. Why?

Nothing.

An operator?

At the Galeries Lafayette.

I learned about life, there.

Now I know it by heart.

My memory isn't as good.

It'll get better.

Tickets, please.

What do I do? Do I pay the cab?

- You don't have any money. - Yes, right.

Should we get off?

No. Look at the theater entrance.

The cab is in a good spot. What time?

7 pm.

We're on time. They'll be here soon.

Here. There's the detective.

He's seen us. A good little cop.

Here's Guillaume.

He's a good guy. He likes you.

Shorty likes you too.

Jany and Pakévitch are dating.

- Who told you? - You hear things.

Pakévitch is very jealous.

He's right. Jany's beautiful.

You don't think so?

I'm not interested.

I talk too much.

On purpose, to keep you from thinking.

Here's the car.

You see? He's driving, that horrendous Andrieux.

Behave yourself. They might see us.

Stay calm! They'll see us!

- I'll show him... - Later.

- Let me go! - You'll ruin everything!

Quiet down! What's going on?

Nothing, sir.

An affair. Monsieur's wife.

I thought it was the opposite.

He's nice.

- Now, listen. - Hurry.

I'll pay the cab.

How much?

I'll be inside.

- And the cop? - With Andrieux.

Stay low, remain hidden.

- What time is it? - 7:14 pm.

We're on time.

You have 9 minutes left to get ready.

Marie! I thought you'd been fired.

Andrieux let me back.

- He loves you? - Probably.

How funny!

Is the boss still crazy?

He bought the Comédie-Française.

- The Comédie-Française? - Yes.

To turn it into a movie theater. How funny!

That's not it!

It's not a reconstitution. Not at all.

It's... How can I explain?

I want to know exactly where you were when Bazine fell.

There.

Exactly in that spot.

- Are you sure? - Absolutely.

Perfect.

So, Mr. Andrieux, could you remind me

how it all happened?

If I can assist the police...

Wonderful, wonderful.

There. Rémi and Bazine were here, on the set, arguing.

- About the roof. - Yes.

Bazine wouldn't pay to have it fixed.

I remember Rémi inviting Bazine to climb up

to see the roof better,

and Bazine refused.

Let's see... So they were arguing in front of you?

I wasn't here yet.

Then where were you?

In the corridor.

I went to get a prop from the basement.

- I had... - What prop?

Excuse me, detective.

You're conducting a real interrogation.

Isn't he just a witness?

That's why I need some precisions. Right?

Laurel leaves.

For the nymphs.

Thank you, Mr. Andrieux.

Laurel leaves for the nymphs.

You have an excellent memory.

Tell us the end, so we can be done.

Then Bazine climbed up.

I knew he was clumsy and heavy.

I liked Bazine.

And then?

And then I heard Rémi tell Bazine...

What did I tell Bazine?

Come on, Andrieux, I'm listening!

- What did I tell Bazine? - Darling...

What are you doing?

You're mad!

The madhouse is over!

Andrieux, what did I tell Bazine?

You can't fight the truth.

You pushed him. And I saw you, you hear?

No, you didn't see him.

Liar! You couldn't have.

What are you doing? Who let you in?

Enough from you.

- You can come down. - Right away.

Remember, Andrieux.

You didn't see Mr. Rémi push Mr. Bazine.

She's crazy!

You've said that.

I repeat that I was here!

Maybe you were,

but without your glasses.

Give him his glasses!

Don't bare your teeth at me.

Let her.

May I?

No. I'm never without my glasses.

And when they're on the ground?

That's what happened.

I remembered yesterday when I found this.

The optician's bill.

I was the one who brought them in, as you'd asked.

"Mr. Andrieux, Paul-Rémi theater.

"Change hinge and left lens.

"On 02/16/1954."

There was a postscript.

"Bill theater directly."

Can you see the catwalk, without your glasses?

No.

Perjury, contempt of court...

That can have heavy consequences.

If I can be of assistance, Detective.

Mona...

At last, Mr. Rémi!

Émile Carcassonne.

I have something important to tell you.

I came 10, 20 times...

I never had a chance to meet you.

But now, finally, you're here Mr. Rémi.

It's about that poor Mr. Bazine.

I'd just offered him a life insurance.

Isn't it stupid? The day he died.

I arrived a second too late.

It's awful... So awful.

How fragile is life!

You see the point in subscribing.

I have an offer for you.

No, maybe later.

I meant to tell you...

As a matter of fact...

Listen to me!

Mr. Rémi! But...

Mr. Rémi!

I was here! I saw you both on the catwalk.

Not only did you not push him, but you tried to catch him.

Don't leave, Mr. Carcassonne! We're coming!

Have a seat!

Don't leave! I'll be right there!

Mr. Carcassonne? I'm coming!

Right. I'll tell him.

I'm sure he'll listen.

- It's best to leave him alone. - Alone? Right.

What a day for sad stories, accidents, suicides...

Not his kind.

Right. Don't catch a cold.

I have to go. But promise me you'll make him sign.

I won't offer you a subscription. You're too young.

No, thank you.

Now if you sold a happiness insurance...

What?

Does that exist, a happiness insurance?

A happiness insurance? No.

I've never heard of it.

Not yet.

A happiness insurance...

Good night, miss.

That's very interesting.

A happiness insurance...

There's an idea.

A happiness insurance.

Yes. Where is happiness?

THE END

Subtitles: ECLAIR