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LOVE ON THE GROUND

SOMETIMES, ON SUNDAY EVENINGS --

Are we all here?

Let's go.

Good morning, darling!

I'm worn out!

Help me to carry this to the kitchen.

Is that all? What a tender heart!

You didn't go to work?

I went shopping. Then I thought of you.

What's that behind your back?

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

- It's my chronic lumbago. - At your age? How strange...

Sure you're not hiding something?

I'd never hide anything from you!

We never have secrets from each other...

remember.

I remember it very well.

Wait, wait.

Are you really sure you have nothing to tell me?

Of course, I have lots of things to tell you...

but first you can give me a hand...

if your lumbago permits.

I am sure that you're hiding something from me!

You're crazy, Arthur! What do you think I could be hiding?

Why don't you reply?

You have deliberately forgotten to buy the whiskey!

This is not whiskey.

What do you mean it's not a whiskey? (This is not in the script).

Enough Silvano...! ...I mean, Arthur!

I always buy the same brand in the same place.

It doesn't taste the same.

Stop!

Are you crazy, it's 10 a.m!

(You're crazy.)

(You're a shit, Emily.)

It's your lumbago again?

No, no, it's the other, that is, a double lumbago.

It's a pity, Elizabeth...

you don't appreciate...

(Shit!)

(That I love you more...!)

That I love you more than anything in the world, and that...

(If I drink...)

That if I drink and act crazy it's out of love, of course.

And I'll prove it to you.

What's that?

Sale bargains!

Darling!

No, try them on in my office.

They're magnificent Arthur.

I'm not sure they're your size.

No, no, allow me.

You're talking to yourself, Anatole?

No.

I've been thinking it over, my love...

and I've come to an important--

An important decision?

Yes. This afternoon I won't go to work!

No! Not at all! We'll talk about that in the kitchen.

Help me with this, here.

What's this?

I went shopping, what do you think!

In your pyjamas?

My shoes!

Where are my shoes?

Always questions, always the same...

My shoes!

They're not my size at all, Arthur!

What a mess.

What a mess.

And it's you who got us into it.

Has Roquemaure come?

We have to be in top form.

Roquemaure? That's what I said.

Is this your play, Silvano?

Yes, exactly, it's my play.

- What? - What?

It's a version.

A kind of arrangement.

I'm sure that I've already heard that somewhere.

I invent, I make it up, all the time.

I test...I formulate...

but...

What are you doing?

- Are you resting? - I'm listening!

I haven't heard a single agreeable note for two hours!

It's giving me a cramp!

I could say the same!

Wait!

- Let's go to bed. - It's not possible.

Anatole...

It's not possible.

Talking to yourself, Arthur?

No, I was singing.

You said that you weren't going to disturb me.

I still haven't found my shoes.

-- Who's there? -- There's nobody.

Nobody, there's nobody here.

It's an echo.

An echo that calls you Arthur?

Yes, that's right.

It's the new maid. Enough.

Weren't you being rather familiar?

Calls me Arthur.

After her brother, a horrible drama.

I can explain, but not right now.

A horrible drama?

What are you talking about?

I'm not talking, it's an illusion.

A horrible illusion.

A horrible illusion?

An illusion.

I am an illusion.

You are an illusion.

You are all an illusion!

If all this could...

Shit!

"You have been given the opportunity to correct your mistakes, now it's too late..."

I've heard that before...

it's..

the last words of Othello to Desdemona before...

- O God, this makes me thirsty! - Ah no, that's enough!

Yes, everything has finished, and it's my fault, but...

Let me drink!

Yes, let him drink.

And who are you?

For two months now we have been nothing but marionettes...

and he's the one who pulls the strings!

Impossible!

I'm dreaming!

All or Nothing Insurance company, 9 to 12, Elisabeth.

Genevieve, All or Nothing...

from 2 to 5.30.

I've got something for you.

Here, take them.

No, wait, I'm not leaving...

Elisabeth, Genevieve.

Don't leave me alone.

Genevieve, Elisabeth...

it's you I love.

It-is-too-late!

I was mornings, you were afternoons.

Now it is night.

- Get changed, let's go to dinner. - Who invites whom?

We'll invite...by turns.

Anyway, this is the last time.

Me too, it's horrible.

It's suicidal.

Fuck off! Cockroach!

Excuse me, ladies...

it's just to congratulate you on your "free interpretation".

Our...what?

I found those small modifications which you introduced, especially...

near the end, very entertaining.

Your characters, in their final reconciliation...

had a spontaneity and a warmth...

which quite enchanted me.

And I assure you that, as author of the play...

all that is meant very sincerely.

Author of the play?

- But... - I understand.

I'd like to continue this conversation in private with you.

I'll be waiting for you at midday tomorrow, at this address.

You're not going to turn us in, are you?

It's something important, I count on you.

- Damn! - Double damn!

Do you think if we don't go tomorrow...

they'll come and fetch us?

Yes.

Hey, we've left Silvano inside.

Doesn't matter, it'll do him good.

That's not nice.

His play, his play...

THEN, ON MONDAY, TOWARDS MIDDAY --

Anybody there?

Anybody there?

I...

have an appointment with Monsieur...

With Clement, I suppose.

He'll make you wait a little, it's his style.

Paul.

Charlotte.

Have I seen you before?

No. But we can soon fix that..

What is it?

I thought that...

Yes?

It was as though there was a mirror...

I must be overtired.

I thought it would never get here.

What a sight.

You haven't finished the dubbing?

No, there are two days left, but only in the mornings...

You're doing dubbing?

Yes, I dub French films into English.

Is that a problem?

Paul, I thought you had already gone.

Yes, I'm leaving.

See you again, no doubt.

- There's something there... - Where?

I'll take it away.

What a nasty trick...

Paul...

I thought that that...

was no longer part of your show.

Where has he put it?

Disappeared, flown off.

- Mademoiselles? - Here I leave you.

You came without your partner, that doesn't matter.

We have to give him time to recover his spirits.

First, I'd like to clear up a possible misunderstanding.

That little theft which you committed...

in appropriating this youthful work of mine...

about which I had forgotten completely...

and which, thanks to you, I rediscovered with great pleasure...

--to that theft, I attach no importance.

I have committed so many thefts myself.

Nevertheless...

In exchange...

I mean, on the other hand...

I have here something which I have just written...

and which I would like you to interpret.

No.

This type of "appartment theater"...

appears to me to be very seductive...

and I have decided that the performance should take place here.

Here?

You'll agree there is no lack of space.

It is a sort of...

comedy with three characters...

so nobody will feel left out.

I count on your partner.

I will be the director...

and the rehearsals will take place here.

You'll be paid a reasonable sum...

cash in hand.

Did you want to say something?

No, no, I said nothing.

It's really excellent.

Ah! I forgot a small detail.

We have very little time.

There will be one performance only...

on Saturday night.

- This Saturday? - This Saturday.

I assure you it is quite achievable.

Here is the script, apart from the last act.

At the moment I don't much like the way it turns out.

What do you think?

"I think I need a drink".

You drink two glasses and you speak in French.

Emily?

There's one thing I don't understand.

Only one?

In fact, I don't understand anything.

I don't understand the play...

or what we are being asked to do.

Me neither, but it amuses me.

Why does he want us both?

There's only one female role.

So as to choose.

I don't like exams.

Think of it as an audition rather than an exam.

That's worse..

I don't want to be in competition with you.

Emily...!

It's not the first time...

We're not going to fight because of him, are we?

Anyway I'm sure that he's going to give the part to you.

Look at this...Barbara? She's like you.

Inquisitive, impulsive, always to the point.

It's you.

But, as in the final year at Philadelphia

Like you.

"Don't say that, Emily!"

I don't give a fuck!

I don't like this place, and I don't like the creeps who live here.

That's not what I think.

Did you see what that asshole did with the dove?

I can't stand assholes who take doves out of their mouths!

I wouldn't have been surprised if his grandmother popped out next.

If he was trying to impress me he bombed big time.

I'm sure he had more things up his sleeve.

You're dead right... And then that other "Croquemort"

- Roquemaure! - That Roquemaure.

He's creepy, and furthermore...

I don't know who he really is.

I wouldn't go as far as that.

What?

You don't mean to say you liked him?

A lot more than that...

Much more.

O my God!

When did that happen?

The more I like you the less I understand you.

Excuse me, mademoiselles.

Excuse me for disturbing you but...

Monsieur Roquemaure asked me to find you.

Right now?

Yes, please.

- Both of us? - Yes, both.

Monsieur Roquemaure invites you to stay...

in his house during the week...

for the rehearsals.

Separate rooms, of course.

With bathrooms?

Naturally.

And we must go right now?

Please.

You go!

Yes, and you too.

Take one of my bags, better than your old suitcase.

Let's go.

OK

- Pardon. - Yes.

No, no. Pardon, pardon!

Excuse me, I just wanted...

Out through here.

D'you think that we can sleep inside?

At least, if one of us has nightmares...

the other is there to comfort.

No but...I imagined something bigger.

That wouldn't change anything but...

But sure, it could happen...

Excuse me, madmoiselles....

Monsieur Roquemaure is waiting for you downstairs...

when you are ready.

If you need anything, just let me know...

because I'm your neighbour.

And above all, have no fear...

I am very, very discreet.

Tiptoes, always tiptoes.

That's my motto.

I think that Mr. Tiptoes could get to be annoying.

Okay, how shall we decide?

Heads or tails?

It's not worth the trouble.

Excuse me, I'm sure I forgot something here?

What?

Clement and I work together...

but from time to time I sleep here.

Ah, here are my lozenges.

You are the actors whom Clement invited?

Yes.

I won't bother you any more, see you soon.

Who does she think she is, that one?

I have already seen her somewhere

She wasn't with Roquemaure at the performance?

Don't know, don't think so.

Well, how shall we do it?

OK, you take the green.

I'm so much in the pink, that going red isn't much of a change.

You already removed the dress?

He's very cute as well.

"If your voice is as beautiful as your plumage..."

"...you will be the Phoenix bird of this glade"

You know it too?

Yes, there's lot's of space.

He's an intellectual.

I don't think it's here

- Look! - What?

Do you think Roquemaure is a Scorpio?

I think he's a Virgo.

Do you hear that funny noise?

No.

Like a cage of wild beasts.

I don't hear anything?

Yes! You must be deaf!

It's locked!

It's getting louder!

Emily!

- I dont see anything. - Wait, let me see.

- See anything? - No.

Now the noise is gone.

It's completely empty...

because it's in ruins.

That's not the way!

I'm going to see if there is any difference.

That's not polite...

he's waiting for us.

Charlotte!

Charlotte!

I think this door is locked.

It's locked.

There's nothing to see here, go down.

I didn't hear you arrive.

Tiptoes...

always tiptoes.

Congratulations.

You always know how to choose them.

Your charmers.

I hate commentaries.

Have you chosen your rooms? Are they to your liking?

Yes. Very colourful...

- I chose the red! - Perfect.

Ah, there you are.

Have you finished your little siesta?

I never sleep, I meditate.

That's what I meant to say.

Does it trouble you if I play a little game?

Depends on the game.

Well...

Two men are simultaneously in love with you.

You sleep with both of them.

But, torn between the two...

you decide to leave.

Here is the game.

You have to write a parting note.

What does the letter contain?

It has no contents because there is no letter.

For me when something is over, it's over.

Thanks, I'm off.

- You too? - Me?

I know very well what I would say.

We'll listen to you in a minute.

Don't worry, go ahead.

Very well.

I am leaving for ever.

Useless therefore to telephone...

or leave a message.

Doesn't matter where I'm going.

By fighting over me like two dogs...

you have turned me into a shadow.

I leave the shadow to you.

Amuse yourselves with her if it pleases you.

As for me, I'm leaving.

If the dream...

(as someone said, I don't know who...)

if the dream is the revenge of those we have despised...

and the reproach of those whom we have abandoned...

I hope that you never dream about me.

Goodbye.

Thankyou.

Well, I think that that will do.

- Pardon? - The part is yours.

No!

Oh, no!

I knew Barbara was you.

It's not true though, is it?

I too could have written a letter.

A beautiful letter!

But I didn't want to recite my life.

But don't leave us, there is still a part for you.

The role of Pierre is a real challenge.

Pierre?

He's a hick.

It will be a challenge for that reason.

Here is our sympathetic author-interpreter.

Please come in.

You have no luggage?

Virgil will show you to your room.

Thankyou, no. I'm not going to move in here.

- You don't like it? - On the contrary.

But I have my habits.

- And I value my liberty. - That's true, he values his liberty.

Very well. Nobody is obliged.

We begin tomorrow at 10.

Could we make it 11? I have my dubbing and...

That's what I said, 11 o'clock.

What about you, would you like something to drink?

Eleanor, darling, can I ask you a favour?

Go to the Rastel's and give my excuses.

I have things to do tonight.

Understood.

"I am disappearing", quote.

Me too.

- Can I give you a lift? - Thanks, but I prefer the metro.

Well, OK.

Tomorrow at 11, Silvano?

- A final glass? - Why final?

Are you working this evening?

Invite Emily.

She's already had the dove trick...

now you can show her the rest.

White collar thief! You always keep the best for yourself.

I'm not asking you for a sacrifice.

No, I understand: keep Emily busy.

And now Adriana I'm going to another table.

What do we have here?

Two people, side by side.

Can you give me more details?

A man on the left...

a woman on the right.

Her vision is razor sharp tonight.

Can you give me any further details?

They are neither of them young...

but very charming.

Madame wears a beige suit with a pink scarf

which suits her very well.

I couldn't put it better myself.

There's something I don't see very clearly.

Concentrate, Adriana.

Silence, please.

It is clear that Madame is married

but I am afraid that the gentleman is not.

It's not worth discussing.

Say what you like, there is no excuse!

- Wrong, wrong, wrong! - Justine!

I did everything just as usual!

You make me repeat the same thing over and over.

The other day I waited longer for the Germans and what good did it do me.

You must have understood. Because you behave like a 20-year old

One of their first trips to France!

I would have have said the first!

Because if it was the second time they wouldn't have come back here.

Only if they had seen your act.

You want me to go into a trance?

Pretend to see with the eyes of the spirit? Sorry, old cock, I don't fake it, I'm normal.

It's Beatrice that you miss...

go try and find her.

Justine, you don't know what you're saying!

I'm not afraid to speak my mind.

You don't frighten me.

Find yourself someone else - a real medium!

And if I want to say Beatrice...

it's not you who is going to stop me.

What are you doing? Lift the buckle.

OK.

Many thanks, it was very amusing.

- Bye. - Wait a moment.

I must have disappointed you?

Are you angry with me?

Angry? With you?

Why?

Such a bad act, no polish...

Do you think I was a bully?

Of course, it's nothing to do with you...

It's true that it's none of my business.

But your act wasn't as bad as all that.

I know what I'm talking about.

- Better than you think - Really?

Yes, but I don't want to bore you with the story of my life..

But I want you to talk about yourself.

I don't think it would be truthful.

I'm not pretending, Emily.

I always say what I think.

Yes, I noticed that.

You always say what you think.

Charlotte?

Can I come in?

Oh, I'm so tired!

Tired!

This Paul is a strange bird.

His act is bizarre.

Although I think he already knows it.

Perhaps he did it better before.

And then...

there was Beatrice.

She appeared to be very important for him...Beatrice.

It was his great regret.

He leaves me without a defence.

Like a child. An adolescent.

Clumsy and uncoordinated.

I like his mouth.

I like his mouth when he smiles.

And he's always smiling...

but it is a mask.

Yes, it's a mask.

Underneath he is fragile.

Hurt.

Broken.

He doesn't want to talk about Beatrice.

Charlotte, do you think I could help him?

I'm sick.

I'm talking to myself!

Oh, la, la!

BUT ON TUESDAY, EARLY MORNING --

Emily!

Emily, wake up!

I'm having such a nice dream...

That's just what I want to talk about.

Are you inside my dream?

No, it's about me.

Something really nice happened...

it could almost be a dream.

Listen.

You know I can't without coffee.

Emily, make an effort.

Listen.

- I am Barbara. - Yes, I know she's you.

Yes, but I wanted to say she is really me.

If Clement has invented Barbara...

it's because he needed her.

You know, he dreamed her?

As a woman who will share his hopes...

and who will understand his silences.

Who will return his passion.

Passion?

Yes, the passion of Clement.

Which he hides.

Because he's afraid...

and envious too.

Oh la la....

Not to love...

and to lose hope of ever being loved.

I know that that means.

But Clement is too alone...

and too despairing to look for it.

He has found me.

Here is his flesh-and-bone Barbara.

Only bone...

if you don't eat more.

Listen.

Know what?

We've begun to speak.

Later on we'll talk more intimately...

look eye to eye.

And after...

I won't hear his words any more.

We embraced...

and we were together.

And if you ask how it happened...

I wouldn't know how to tell you.

I had forgotten the endearments.

I was afraid...

or perhaps ashamed.

Bur little by little...

I rediscovered the movements...

and the words...

just like anybody else.

How could I be so stupid not to understand...

that I longed for that?

So many years...

seeing people...

without knowing them.

Missing the opportunity...

for somebody to love me.

So many years forgetting...

the dream in which love is contained.

But last night...

thank heavens, I found it again.

Though I cried a bit too.

I can't believe it!

Emily.

Emily?

Pardon.

I...

Excuse me.

I forgot my script.

Important week for the emotional life.

Struggle to achieve harmony.

Begin a dialogue.

Learn to listen.

Don't refuse invitations.

Family life a bit mixed...

but good rapport with the Tauroids.

I don't know any Tauroids.

A bit mixed, what does that mean?

- Troppman! - No, no!

Here you should be over -- there!

And, if you don't mind, a bit quicker.

Don't linger on the words so much.

When you say Troppman, Troppman, I want you to be outside, OK.

- Troppman, Troppman. - Already outside.

You!

You come in immediately. No pause.

She didn't see me.

I'm nervous.

It's outrageous.

Impatient to no effect.

To be this much in love is an illness.

I like being ill.

Now you come back in.

- You return from behind. - I don't believe in these things.

- Where's the other one? - What other?

Paul.

I didn't get him here ...

so he could go for a stroll in the park.

No, no.

Since you're not on right now...

could you go and find Paul, please?

That's Monsieur Virgil's job, not mine.

You're right...

I can be a bit direct at times.

- I need correcting. - They have already done so.

Where were you?

- We need you, come in. - I'm listening, I'm listening.

- Is it necessary? - Absolutely necessary.

Let's continue.

And a bit quicker, Charlotte, OK.

Somewhat mixed. I don't believe in these things...

but I worry about the future.

Why? I've got no reason to worry.

The days are calm.

And I should be too...

why don't I feel it.

Why am I so pre-occupied? Maybe I enjoy it?

Worried! I'm worried about repeating it so often!

I'm going crazy with worry!

Barbara never ceases to amaze me.

And my irritation...

grows still greater.

Everything great about her...

make me tremble with doubt.

Have I begun to understand her?

Perhaps she still loves someone else?

Yes, another.

Has she really given him up?

I don't know.

- But I'll know soon. - You're all alone?

I was looking for you everywhere.

I was here, thinking.

- Why are there three settings? - You noticed?

For some time I have felt

that you have become very distant.

I can't get through to you any more, Barbara.

You're hiding in the void...

in your horoscope...

in the daily news...

and I am left here to contemplate you

from the other side of the window pane.

What an idea! I'm here, like always.

You're imagining things because you don't work.

Go back to your office and write.

In former times there were plenty of ideas in there.

Go on.

The past is the past.

Now there is only the present

whose name is Barbara.

Idiot!

Well, who is our guest?

An old friend.

I'm expecting him any minute.

Stop moving around like that!

An old friend? Yours...or mine?

- An old friend of ours. - Impossible!

We have no friend in common.

Or else...

- It can't be? - What can't be?

Anyone except him!

Is that OK? I'm not overdoing it?

This is the first run-through.

You can overplay it a bit.

Where do I come in?

From...the back.

Excuse me, Charlotte, I didn't mean to laugh.

I promise not to do it again.

- Choose one. - Yes.

Let's continue.

Anyone...

except him.

- What a welcome. - No, no. Keep up the pace.

I shouldn't have cancelled the flight to Belgium.

Perhaps there's still time. I'm leaving now.

One moment!

Pardon.

That bit about Belgium is too much.

Bloody Clement!...Troppman!

This is not theater, it's a photocopy.

But retouched!

- Like a painting! - Is it all like this?

Why change the names?

- You could have kept the originals. - They are the originals.

Can we ask what you are talking about?

Emily, I'm very happy with you...

and with me.

Did you know that it's my role that your playing?

- What, me? - Yes.

The friend of the couple...

in the trio, that's me.

And you, my friend, the author...

play the Master himself....

here present.

The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth.

That's our story.

What's the matter?

Nothing...

And this...Barbara, is she real too?

A bit.

What was her name.

Beatrice.

The same Beatrice as...

The very same.

- What is it? - I'm reading.

Studying my role before dinner.

You believe this Beatrice story?

The play exists.

I don't give a stuff about his private life.

Admit that you're curious.

I want to know the details.

Maybe we could have a chat to Virgil...

I bet he knows lots of secrets...

You want to come? Let's go and charm him.

No really, it doesn't interest me...

I'm sure you can manage quite well alone.

Even in those clothes.

You're not funny!

Idiot!

On tiptoes, tippy-toes.

Excuse me.

Good day.

You're nicely set up here!

Think so?

No, really, if you don't mind...

Sorry.

Is this the last act of Monsieur Roquemaure's play?

- The last act! - Can I see it?

I don't think you I can let you see it.

Do you mean it will remain unfinished?

I have nothing to say.

In addition, you haven't spoken to me...

you didn't come in here...

and I haven't seen you.

Translating Hamlet into Finnish.

Can't stay 24 hours of the day...

as a slave of Monsieur Roquemaure.

Have you ever acted in Shakespeare?

Yes...

lots of times at university.

I was Desdemona in Othello.

- That's really something, eh? - Yes.

''The poor soul sat sighing...

by a sycamore tree''.

''Sing all a green willow''.

''With her hand on her bosom...

and her head on her knee''.

''Sing willow, willow, willow. ''

You're an expert!

Yes.

Have you worked a long time...

for Monsieur Roquemaure?

Roquemaure!

Did you know Beatrice?

I knew her.

I knew her very well.

� C�mo que... In what way...

did you know her very well.

I don't mean to imply...

A great love.

One does what one must.

When one thinks...

that she had to live with that clown...

Clement?

No, with the other...

Paul!

Do you know what he was trying to do? Up there?

The thing is, what I would like to know...

why did she run away?

Who said she left?

No, but...

- She didn't leave? - She disappeared.

Gone.

One day...

she wasn't there any more.

Perhaps she ran away.

No thanks, I'm not drinking.

You're making a big mistake. It is a very good year.

Do you keep animals here?

If I had a big house like this...

I'd keep dogs, cats, rabbits...

I don't like animals very much.

- Oh really... - He doesn't like animals....

except women.

A woman is the only animal he can tolerate...

...provided she doesn't talk too much.

Don't worry.

It's her little game.

Something wrong, Emily?

Excuse me.

What's the matter with her?

Don't know.

You have another fault, dear...

You don't like the truth.

One can be a talented writer...

and I know that he is...

because I acted in his last play, with a certain success I must say.

Talented, and at the same time, perfectly conventional.

Clement followed the rule book...

wherever it led him.

You are the living proof of the opposite.

I don't know what I am the proof of.

But at least I'm alive.

Perhaps a bit too much for your tastes?

I think you dream of a corpse.

What do you mean?

Nothing special.

Such nostalgia for an ideal woman...

a statue.

And all he finds...

are imperfect living creatures...

like you and me.

And all that is so banal.

What's happened to Emily?

I'll go and see.

There you are.

You don't like the crab?

If that's dinner you're carrying in your hat...

I'd rather go to a restaurant.

Am I to blame for your your flight?

No, no.

Really, you're not to blame for anything...

and that's not a compliment.

I was suffocating in there.

Those people are just too much.

Eleonore is inexcusable.

Do you think so?

Just because Monsieur Roquemaure has had a little success...

that doesn't mean he can behave as he likes.

With me he goes as far as I allow him to.

Yes, yes.

I don't understand a thing about your relationship.

I thought you quite liked him...

and now it seems to me that you hate him.

"There are more things on heaven and earth..."

See that bright star up there?

- What star? - There, above the trees.

That's the morning star.

Venus.

This hasn't happened to me since I was twelve.

I beg your pardon

It just came over me.

Let's go in, or people will think...

I don't know what.

Let them think.

Shall we go and eat crabs some other place?

Not crabs.

Come on, we've got another bottle to share.

Really?

I hadn't noticed.

We're really good friends!

Do you know why we're such good friends?

I doubt anybody is interested.

She's dying to know.

I never give in to his whims.

I have never been a submissive woman.

Men who have a strong personality...

need a woman who can stand up to them.

That's how Clement and me can put up with each other.

I'm very happy to learn that.

Don't you see that you are tiring our guests with your amateur psychology?

No, I see nothing!

Anyway, you certainly tire me.

If you're tired then go to bed!

My advice for you is to do the same.

You don't have to tell me twice.

I'm truly sorry.

It doesn't matter.

I can't eat any more.

Me neither.

Why isn't the fountain working?

It hasn't worked for over a year...

because it keeps him awake.

Excuse me.

Don't move.

- Be as the dead! - I am dead!

Eleanore was acting crazy!

Know what I think?

I know what you drink!

Care for a little drop?

The last.

I won't forget this evening.

A little drop...

and a big drop.

You're like fly paper with the women.

A kind of Bluebeard.

That's why they fly away.

Now I understand.

What are you doing?

Because you have been kind. Here, take.

Ah, it's the key to what secret cupboard, monsieur, hmm?

- What cupboard, hmm? - To none.

It's the house key, in case you want to go out.

Does Eleonore have a key like that?

No.

No?

Thankyou.

I've got the key!

She hasn't but I do!

What a bore!

- Come. - Oh no, it's too far.

- Come down. - No.

The ceilings are too high here.

My head is spinning.

Is someone walking up there?

Monsieur Virgil?

There's no-one up there.

It often creaks, that's normal.

It wasn't footsteps, rather blows.

Perhaps it's all in my head.

I could never live in a house...

with so many empty rooms.

I'd be terrified.

My father has a house...

about half the size of this.

And I remember at night...

I almost died of fright.

It's true.

Pass me the bottle.

You feel OK?

I feel like I'm in a story.

A ghost story!

I don't like ghosts.

You don't like animals...

and you don't like ghosts.

"What do you like?"

What is it?

It was there!

I saw it as clearly as I see you!

Besides, you were there.

Where was it? What are you saying?

Have you gone crazy?

I saw myself lying there dead...

and you were there and you watched me.

It was you, right?

It's one of your tricks!

You enjoy frightening me?

- Emily, I swear that... - Don't swear! You're lying!

- I know that you know! - I swear I know nothing about it.

I did nothing, I saw nothing.

Tell me what you saw!

I was lying on the floor...

and I had a wound on my forehead.

- And then? Go on. - I can't.

There was a clock.

Did you hear the clock?

A clock?

Admit that you heard it!

Has this happened before?

How many times?

Just once.

So it's true then?

It has happened before.

Shouldn't you should have warned me?

You should have carried a sign.

Attention: Danger.

Listen, Emily.

And the other...

she's dead?

No, not at all.

HOWEVER, ON WEDNESDAY MORNING --

I don't like to beg...

but I don't have a job.

Damn you!

Do you know how difficult it is to find work?

Alright tell me how I can get cash if I don't have a job?

You couldn't care less, eh?

All of you couldn't care less!

In the end I'll smash something...

and they'll stick me in the pen.

You been inside?

- Me? - Yes, you!

You don't have to look at me like that.

Why pick on me?

- Just a small note! - I don't have one!

Ask that man down there, he looks friendly.

Impossible, I can't talk to a man.

Oh, men make you afraid?

- It's a long story. - I hate long stories.

- Pig! - Pardon.

- That makes me want to kill someone. - Yes.

How many men have you had in your life?

I'll bet a lot.

I've only had one.

It's his fault that I'm here, see.

He was blind.

Almost completely blind.