All language subtitles for Wages Of Sin

The wages of sin is death...
(Romans 6:23)

THE WAGES OF SIN

[voice of auctioneer,
wholesale fish market]

Purchase of Charentaise Fisheries
by Lindstrom Company

"Two words deleted"
and your signature, please.

Clause 17 is something new.

We were to give you
the Bir Hakeim sounder

but not exclusive use
of the patent.

Mr. Lindstrom
wrote in that clause himself.

He insists on it.

Mr. Benoit, we are willing to sacrifice
forty years of work

to ensure our stockholders
and creditors lose nothing

but not the future of a young man
who trusted us.

That he is my nephew
is irrelevant.

I understand.

Unfortunately, Mr. Lindstrom
will not accept the deal without it.

Permit me to remind you
that your company's position

is extremely delicate.

We will overcome it -
we still have friends.

People still have faith in us.

Of course, sir.

Yes?

It's for you.

From your office.

Yes?

Well?

I see.

I see.
Thank you.

We will sign.

PSO refuses to extend credit

and La Rochelaise Petrol
demands immediate payment.

I had a feeling they'd abandon us.
Our friends.

I believe that will be all.

Thank you, sir,
and good day.

One more thing - important -
I must insist on.

The acquisition of your company
by ours is a private affair.

Mr. Lindstrom himself
prefers complete discretion

and it is, of course,
in your interest as well.

You'll meet your payments.

You'll put the company
back on its feet.

In the eyes of the world,
you will remain

the head of a business
you alone saved from ruin.

You are truly understanding.

Yes, Mr. President?

It's done,
everything is in order.

No, we didn't want to bother you.

I'll tell him immediately, sir.

That was Mr. Lindstrom.

He insisted,
despite his health,

on sending his regards
to Charentaise Fisheries.

Please give him our regards.

- How is he?
- Much better.

He came through the crisis splendidly.

He does have
some myocardial blockage...

A few years ago
it would have been all over for him.

Medical progress
is a wonderful thing.

Not just medical progress...
Frank Lindstrom!

Nothing in the world
could bring a man like him down!

MYOCARDIAL INFARCTION
(BLOCKAGE)

Obstruction of a coronary artery.

After an attack,
the patient requires absolute calm.

Sudden movement, strong emotion,
or nervous agitation may be fatal.

An excellent work, Mr. de Charvin!
Just published.

No - bad enough to die,
I'd rather not know how.

Give me a novel -
preferably cheerful.

Everything in the papers
is so dreary.

Isabelle!

Hello, darling.

- Did you sleep well?
- Fairly...

You were fast asleep
when I went to drop off Christophe.

I didn't want to wake you!

I don't know how
you can sleep so much!

Me neither!

Come along, darling.

Oof - aren't you heavy!

Oh dear - social services came by
while I was out.

I was counting on them
for this week.

3,215 francs.

I'm sorry, darling.
I won't mention it again.

I'll fix lunch.

First Delivery Attempt
to Mme de Charvin, née Lindstrom

- Three thousand.
- Call. - Call

Three thousand.
Plus ten thousand.

Pass.

- I'll see you.
- Pass.

- Three kings.
- Very nice.

Full house,
aces over queens.

- Today's your day, de Charvin.
- Lady Luck is with you.

Wait and see.

"Call no man lucky until he's dead."

- That yours?
- No, Sophocles'.

Something I remember from school.

It's true,
you never can tell.

Things change so fast.

A phone call for you, sir.

- Who is it?
- He wouldn't say.

He said
he had important information.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, it's you. Hello.

Business information?
I find it unreliable...

It's about Lindstrom's.

Really?

Well, go on.

2,000 francs if I can't use it,
5,000 if I publish.

All right.
Listen.

Lindstrom's has just acquired
Charentaise Fisheries.

They don't want it known.

Especially old man Lindstrom.

The deal was made at 11:00...

I think I can use it.

What I said the other day -
is it confirmed?

Yes. The act is registered
and back with the solicitor.

Thank you.
I'm very happy for my wife.

Indeed.
I owe you one, old boy.

See you soon.

So sorry -
one must work from time to time!

Dog bites man?

Perhaps.

Five thousand.

You can lock the frames.

Hold the front page!

We're going to press.

When you hear what I've got...

See, old man?

Don't wait for people to die
to honor them as they deserve.

They'll enjoy it all the more
while they're alive.

Old Lindstrom was hateful to me,
hateful to his daughter, it's true.

That's his private life,
nobody's business.

But one must play fair,
mustn't one?

Great men are rare.

At his age, with his health,

still expanding his kingdom -

hats off to him!

Humbly.

- Are you sure of this information?
- Yes.

All right.

Nine point,
two framed columns.

Thanks.

Come in.

- Shall I turn it off?
- No.

It cheers me up to hear them,
those Bretons of mine

on their fishing grounds!

What did the weather report say?

I didn't quite understand it, sir.

I believe they said a depression
off the Irish coast.

Nothing about a strong norther

- over northern Europe?
- They did, sir.

Foul for fishing,
those northers...

I know how
these reports end, in March!

They begin with stiff breezes
and turn into hurricanes.

But get that through their heads,
those stiff-necked sailors...

They think it's unmanly
to take precautions...

If you work yourself up this way

I'll stop giving you
the weather report.

- I'll read it in the paper.
- The paper will be off limits.

And if one of my trawlers
goes down with all hands?

Would you hide it from me?

Well, would you?

Your pulse is much too fast
this morning, sir.

You're trying to scare me.

- You're kidding.
- No. 90 is too fast.

If the wind behaved itself,
so would I.

What do you want from me...

Give me the telephone
and leave me, please.

- It's time for your injection, sir.
- Just a minute. I'll call you.

I don't know if I should.

Angèle, bring me the phone
or I'll get up.

The doctor said
no more than 45 minutes work a day,

minimal telephoning,
no excitement.

Those are his instructions
and I'm here to remind you of them.

Hello?

Lindstrom here.

Are you alone?

No.

Anyway, this can't be discussed
over the phone.

You must come see me.

Hello?
Hello!

Are you there?

Do you hear me?

- Very well.
- You weren't answering.

You took me by surprise.

I'll expect you Monday
at 11:00.

Could we say tomorrow
at the same time?

No. Church services are held then,
no one will be here to let you in.

Very well.
Monday it is.

- Do you want the bathroom?
- No, darling, go ahead.

PROTESTANT CHURCH

A business that stops expanding,

that stops growing its revenues,

is a business
on the way to extinction.

Who's there?

I, Jean de Charvin.

I know you said tomorrow,
but weekdays I work.

I told you no one would be in
Sunday morning.

How did you get in?

I drove Isabelle to services.

On the way back,
I thought I'd try my luck.

So I rang.
True, no one answered

but I saw the door was ajar,
and since I knew -

My nurse must have been careless,
unpardonably careless.

I thought the talk
you wanted to have with me

could take place today -
the sooner the better.

The door left ajar
could be considered an invitation.

Please change your tone.

We're not here to play games.

I assure you,
you misinterpreted my phone call.

I have no intention
of modifying our relations.

But, in business,
you must talk with anyone and everyone.

You just have to
wash your hands afterwards.

Or wear gloves.

This is the second time

and, I hope, the last

I have the displeasure
of seeing you.

The first was when
I refused you my daughter's hand.

I couldn't bargain with you -
Isabelle loved you.

Today is different.

Today I can ask your price.

- My price?
- Don't pretend not to understand.

No one is enjoying this encounter.

To the point:
how much do you want?

- Nothing.
- What do you mean?

Then why dig up that information?
Why write that article?

Why are you here,
if you want nothing?

Name your price
and make an end of this.

We'll make an end of this,
don't worry.

But not the way you think.

Despising people
makes it hard to understand them -

and one makes serious mistakes.

You always thought me insignificant.
That was your right.

You shouldn't also
have thought me a blackmailer.

What are you, then?

Insignificant.

But not fond
of being thought a blackmailer.

And tired, as well,
of being insignificant.

At my age,
one begins to want a little respect.

You often told Isabelle
she'd tire of a husband with no money.

I tired before she did.

Money, status -
one gets by without them for a while.

But, in the end, you were right.

One can't live
on 55,000 francs a month.

Why deprive oneself?

Spare me!

I don't care what you do
with the money I'll give you.

I know in your hands
money will have a different color.

Just tell me how much.

Afterwards,
that's up to you alone.

I thought you understood;
I've become terribly demanding.

I advise you not to demand too much.

Your silence is worth something to me,
but not all that much.

You see,
we still haven't come to an agreement.

In that case -

Your sordid business tricks
are useless, for once.

You haven't convinced me
that being too greedy, as you put it,

will spoil my chances.

I don't want a mere tip.

No.

I want it all.

What?

All you possess.

Your solicitor underpays his clerk,
Pierre Boutrou.

A mistake!

Pierre sold his professional secrecy
at bargain rates.

He supplied the information as to
the purchase of Charentaise Fisheries.

He also told me
you'd put Isabelle back in your will.

Revolting treachery.

I'll straighten this out.

You realize you can't go on living
after hearing this.

See how things come around?

Now it's I who need your silence.

Don't do this.

I'm asking for Isabelle.

She'll know, everyone will know,
you'll be arrested.

You wouldn't like me to be arrested?

Don't worry.

No one will know
anything about this.

La Rochelle will know nothing.

The name of your son-in-law
will not be soiled by the papers.

Like you, I abhor
publicity and scandal.

Surely we can come
to some agreement.

I'll sign whatever you want.

I'll commit to whatever you want.

To hand over everything,
right now.

No one would understand.

Public opinion would poke its nose
into what doesn't concern it.

And how would you explain this disaster
to your business associates?

Well?

How?

No.

Unfortunately...

it can't be done.

I won't die!

Not like this!

What are you afraid of?

I'm not afraid,
damn you!

Look at you!
What are you?

A small-town reporter?

A pauper?

A tramp?

Scraping up scandal
to live on?

You're going to die an ugly death.

With an insult on your lips.

But I promise the papers
will know nothing.

Nothing at all.

I'll write the article.

It will be my last.

Mr. Lindstrom, whose death
we are grieved to report...

was one of our city's
most respected figures...

Shut up!

Then, all your accomplishments:

the growth of your company
under your energetic leadership,

your heroic service
in the Verdun trenches,

and your generous donations
to charitable institutions.

Help!

Don't shout.
No one can hear you.

- Help!
- And you'll kill yourself.

I warned you.

Evolve or perish.

Develop or die.

Businesses wither away
if they don't advance.

A business that stops expanding,

that stops growing its revenues,

is a business
on the way to extinction.

Who's there?

...on the way to extinction.

Shall I drive you home?

No thank you -
Jean always comes to fetch me.

What a good husband!

- I'll call you about the card party.
- Do!

Goodbye!

Well, did the preacher
fill you up with good resolutions?

Oh, that reminds me -
hold Christophe for a minute.

Off we go!

- What's wrong?
- Oh, nothing.

A little tired.
I think I'll take a nap.

Madame?

Sir is very ill,
he is asking for you.

Did you hear that?
I'm going right now.

He's dead.

Yes, Madame.
I didn't dare tell you right away.

We found him lying dead
in his bed just now.

We thought he was sleeping.

Say we'll be right there.

He died
without seeing me again.

How did he die?

Murdered.

Yes -

Look at all this -
telephone, tape recorder -

I told him they would kill him.
I forbade him.

But try forbidding him anything!

Ah, well.

When did he die?

About noon, I should think.

Noon.

Noon.

We were at his very door, Jean.

Just 20 meters from me, my father died
without seeing me again.

My poor child,
there's nothing you can do.

Nothing anyone can do.

I've finished, Doctor.

I don't know whether
you've already met Miss Ribot.

One of the finest nurses I know.

Your father
was very fond of her.

You've signed
the burial permit, Doctor?

Yes, it's there.

We'll leave you now.

Thank you.

TO THE BOSS
FROM THE CREWS

First Corinthians:

Behold, I show you a mystery;

We shall not all sleep,
but we shall all be changed

In a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye,

at the last trump:

for the trumpet shall sound,
and the dead shall be raised incorruptible

and we shall be changed.

For this corruptible
must put on incorruption

and this mortal
must put on immortality.

Therefore, my beloved brethren,
be ye steadfast, unmovable,

always abounding
in the work of the Lord,

forasmuch as ye know that your labor
is not in vain in the Lord.

Madame, Messieurs,

In accordance with
Mr. Lindstrom's wishes,

his body will be committed
to the sea,

like those of the 147 men lost at sea
under the Lindstrom flag

since the founding of the house
by his great-grandfather.

I add these simple human words
to those of the Lord:

May we all fulfill our duty

according to our rank and position

as did Mr. Lindstrom.

Anyway,
he made a fine showing.

But what does it matter?

"Vanity of vanities,
all is vanity" - I know.

It's in here.

Even the worst of Catholics
reads the Bible from time to time.

It's your father's wedding Bible.

"This Bible was given
to Frank Oscar Lindstrom

and Marie Berthe Sauvignon" -

"May 3, 1919,

the day their wedding was solemnized
in La Rochelle by Pastor Delpé."

"In my house
they will serve eternal."

My mother read to me
from that Bible when I was little.

Could I help you?

It doesn't really matter.

All these people pretending to be sad
whom I pretend to thank...

That's life in society.

Before we could ignore it,
but now that's over.

We must play at being serious.

No, Jean.

You must remain free.

I don't want this responsibility
to weigh on you.

I don't want anything
to change for you.

You may leave the paper
or stay, just as you like.

As we read in Ecclesiastes,
"To everything there is a season."

A time to be a journalist
and a time no longer to be one.

Come in.

Madame,
I'm sorry to trouble you.

You don't.

I need more woollens
for Christophe.

If you're going
to the apartment today -

Shall I go?

Mademoiselle can pick out
what she needs.

Do you need anything?

No, darling.

Oh, yes! The keys to this house -
I forgot to take them.

Will do.
Where would they be?

In one of the desk drawers,
I can't remember which.

I haven't used them in so long...

Have you found what you need?

Yes - I'm just packing them up.

An apartment one no longer lives in
becomes so strange, doesn't it?

I'm never at home,
so I'm not terribly sensitive

to the poetry of apartments,
lived in or not.

Don't pretend to be insensitive.

This tough girl act
doesn't suit you.

You don't know me.

There are people one can live with
for 30 years without knowing them,

others one knows
at a glance.

- You believe that?
- I do.

I don't.

It's very pretty,
the kind of thing you read in books,

but I don't believe it.

- What a pity.
- Why?

In that case,
you'll never believe me.

Why should you want me
to believe you?

- It would make things simpler.
- For what?

Sentiment and true confessions -
I mistrust them.

In this world,
we're always alone.

Just admit it -
it's cleaner.

You're mature for your age -

- young girls are usually sentimental.
- And you?

Me?

Yes.

How sentimental are you?

I don't see how
that can matter to you.

You're right.
Goodbye.

Don't you understand?

- Do you believe -
- What?

That some things are meant to be?

Because it was he...

Because it was I.

Because it was you.

We're fools.

"I will blind the eyes of the wise."

Know who said that? God.

Jean, no matter what you say,

"Because it was he, because it was I"
is not why you're here.

Because I love you.

No, Jean, no lies.
Not even now.

That's not why.

What were you doing Sunday,
February 17, 11:00 a.m.,

in Mr. Lindstrom's room?

Nothing nefarious, of course,
absolutely nothing.

It was mere emotion
that killed him.

So why didn't you say you were there
when Mr. Lindstrom died?

Well?

Why?

I came back a little early.

You saw or heard me.

You were worried,
you wanted a clear picture.

Now you have it.

I know.

Do you want to hear
what you've been doing just now?

Buying my silence.

I learned too much about life
taking care of rich old people,

handing them their handkerchiefs
and smiling.

They aren't the schemers.

It's the others.

Around them.

And what about you?

How many testators
have you seen out of the world?

I hope this is the last.

That will depend on you.

For the most part.

- What do you say?
- Angèle!

Don't be frightened!

Men scare so easily.
No, I won't run to the police.

Don't worry,
that's not my style.

And then...

I, too, thought...

Because it was he.
Because it was I.

It might even be true.

Who knows?

No?

I believe that in business,
as elsewhere,

it's all a matter of style.

You remember what Braque said -

he's a painter -

"I love the rule
that corrects emotion."

I admit that modern painting -

If Braque frightens you,
I could cite twenty Old Masters -

No, Mr. de Charvin,
business is different.

Especially maritime business -
right, Benoit?

One can't improvise.

Do you suggest that art is the domain
of amateurs and nitwits?

If businessmen were as serious
and rigorous as artists -

M. Labat suggests nothing.

Not everyone is
as interested as you in painting.

Benoit, do you think our fishermen
would enjoy a course in modern painting?

What our men want is new trawlers,
well fitted out, with good engines.

That's what interests them.

- And they're right.
- Art correcting emotion, as I said.

About the new trawlers -

you said my father wanted
to build two of them immediately.

Yes, Madame.

Are such matters usually discussed
over post-luncheon drinks?

- If I'm in the way -
- No one said that!

True, he's not terribly interested
in cost of goods sold or balance sheets,

all this accounting business.

These gentlemen will understand
if you withdraw.

He's writing a book on Braque -
it absorbs him completely!

We'll be delighted to hear about it
some other time.

I'd have enjoyed listening to you -
I've so much to learn.

But I sense
you'd rather be alone.

I understand.

Figures are tedious to an artist.

Art, too, is numbers,
dear Mr. Montcalme.

We seem to be
pursuing the same ends

in different ways!

The library is open -
no one will disturb you there.

Thank you.

- You aren't staying with them?
- No!

It seems what they're discussing
is none of my business.

You should see them.

Watchdogs!

I knew it.

- And she?
- She!

Miss Lindstrom!

Bible in one hand,
Admiralty Law in the other!

I knew that too.

So?

So from now on she'll pay cash down
for her moments of happiness.

- Another cup?
- No, thanks.

- And you, Madame?
- Yes, please.

That will be for me.

Hello?

Yes?

Who?

Please hold,
I'll put her on.

It's Montcalme.

Hello?

Yes?

Yes, I can come to the office.

Four o'clock?

Very well.

Yes, I'll come by car.

See you soon.

I'll end up being jealous.

- Of Montcalme?
- Not of him, exactly.

Though your father
did want him for a son-in-law.

But of trawlers,
the Lindstrom company - business!

I thought we'd have
one afternoon to ourselves!

- You don't imagine -
- I don't imagine, I observe.

- I wish I could stay.
- Oh, yes.

But the day will fly.

For you - you're working!

An idle man's hours
can always be put off to another day.

This month seems
at least 40 days long.

Could you give me a little money?

I need cigarettes
and to pay for some books.

- I gave you some two days ago.
- I spent it.

It's amazing how fast money goes.

You should see the ocean today.

The light was magnificent
on the port this morning.

Magnificent light, eh?

There's an affordable pleasure!

I can indulge!

Why do you take this tone?

Do you think I like asking
for 10,000 francs after 10,000 francs?

It's ridiculous!

Darling,
as though your lot were hard...

Until this evening?

Isabelle...

Try to make this evening
come soon.

I'll try.

Two.

Two.

One.

Two.

- You're 400 down, sir.
- Yes, I know.

I pass.

I pass.

I pass.

Fifty thousand.

I pass.

Fifty - plus ten.

Very well.

I must be off -

dinner is horribly early
chez Lindstrom.

See you tomorrow.

Flush.

Cash this. I'll bring the 400
before noon tomorrow.

At aperitif time.

Very good, sir.

Where were you?

What business is it of yours?

Mme de Charvin
has had an auto accident.

Isabelle?

She was found 10 km from here,
with the car in flames.

She's been taken
to Dr Maroual's clinic.

She's in a coma.

Did you speak to the doctor?

- Yes.
- Well?

He still can't judge.

- I'll call him.
- No.

You must go there.

Oh no.

I couldn't.

- I haven't the courage.
- You must.

Mme de Charvin
is still in the operating room.

You may wait outside.

No. I'll wait here.

- Well?
- No news yet.

They're still operating.

If Mme de Charvin should...

Well...

Rest assured
we would stand by you.

Ready to help you.

I know you would.

The doctor
will see you immediately, sir.

It was a hard pull,
but she's saved.

Barring complications.

"Martha saith unto him,

I know that he shall rise again
in the resurrection at the last day.

Jesus said unto her,
I am the resurrection and the life.

He that believeth in me,
though he were dead, yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth
and believeth in me shall never die."

There is only
one real death, Isabelle.

The one John, in Revelation,

calls the second death.

Eternal death.

Thank you.

I am not the one to be thanked.

- Will you come back tomorrow?
- Yes, and every day.

That's what we're here for.

Please ask my husband
and the others to come in.

They won't tire you too much?

What I have to say
won't take long.

Until tomorrow, then.

Hello, darling.

Please be seated.

I believe there are enough chairs.

There.

Lack of forethought
is presumptuous.

One must always
be prepared for death.

The other day,
for an instant,

I thought I would be gone
without arranging anything...

for afterwards.

A dreadful oversight.

I would like Mr. Larue to prepare
my succession.

- Isabelle...
- No, Jean, don't weaken.

It's all so simple.

Dr. Maroual has told me

I'll have to be operated on again,
perhaps twice.

If anything were to go wrong

I want it to be you, Jean -

No more talking.

We'll let you rest.

You understand, Jean?

I'm sorry,
it's a great responsibility.

I wish I could spare you.

It's for our son, you understand.

For him.

If I am to get better,
it will take a long time.

Meanwhile, I want you
to be my replacement.

You understand, Mr. Benoit?

It must be Jean.

One of the family.

That's how it's always been.

You'll help him.

I'll count on you.

So, my good Larue,

You must draw up
a power of attorney.

After all, his wife
was in an accident.

That's what worries me.

Hello.

Dry martini, please.

One should never go out
without one's checkbook.

It was 400,000 francs,
wasn't it?

The check is ready,
let me bar it.

- There.
- Thank you, sir.

I thought that your wife's accident -

You saw the papers?
Yes, it was horrible.

The doctor is not entirely reassured.

I spent the morning at the clinic,
I'm going back now.

But I didn't want you to think
I'd forgotten my debt.

Goodnight and thank you,
dear sir.

If I can be of assistance,
don't hesitate!

To be sure, M. le Ministre.

There you are -
like a hotel.

Ring once
for the merchant marine commissioner

twice for the Minister.

- Satisfied?
- One time, it's amusing.

Leave that -
it can burn itself out.

Oh look,
they pocketed a few.

Finish cleaning up tomorrow.

Not unpleasant,
the end-of-the-battle look

of the room that recently hosted
the "leaders of the nation."

Austerlitz
or Waterloo?

They differ less
than people think.

What will people say?

They?

Not a thing.

It's an established custom.

I didn't go after
the old man's fortune

just to fall asleep on top of it.

Like provincial plutocrats.

Like those who change their linen
once a week

and scrutinize
the household accounts.

When I killed the old man

I was merely
the instrument of divine justice.

Eh, my girl?

This decent, hard-working town -
I'll drown it in Champagne.

Order always wins out, Jean.

In the long run.

But life is short.

They'll never forgive you.

I don't ask them to.

I'm frightened.

Do you, too, tell me that?

Not for myself -
for you.

No.

You mustn't be.

Not even for me.

What's that?

Trawlers on their fishing grounds.

Didn't old Lindstrom
listen in?

He did.

I was frightened just now,
I don't know why.

What time is it?

I don't know.

Hear them?

I can imagine them.

It's less revolting out there
than on land.

Time to go upstairs,
the servants will be back soon.

Yes, you're right.

You go first.

Out there,
no one listens at doors.

No burghers crouching over
their piles of gold and rags.

No Ministers.

No nothing.

Why are you still here,
my dear?

You are free to go.

Yesterday you said
"The day after tomorrow."

Today I say "Right now."

Look at that -
is that a convalescent's face?

An auto accident
must be refreshing.

Really!

If one survives, of course.

A little rouge,
a little lipstick -

What for?

Come, come -
you're not starting that again.

Black ideas, bottles of pills,
I won't hear of such nonsense.

You're Lindstrom's daughter,
aren't you?

Solid as a rock!

Lindstrom's daughter
doesn't give up like that!

But she does.

- Pathetic, isn't it?
- No!

It's a perfectly normal,
well-documented reaction.

In a few weeks,
it will be completely gone.

It's as though I were afraid
of returning to life.

- As though something had broken.
- Now, now!

You haven't said anything
to your husband?

- Not yet.
- Well, don't.

You'd frighten him,
he'd start treating you like an invalid,

and you'd end up believing it.

It would be deplorable.

I'm not in the habit
of hiding things from him.

You're hiding something from him
that never happened.

- But -
- No.

You never wanted
to swallow a bottle of sleeping pills.

You've never been tempted
to slip away from me.

All right?

Isabelle!

What a surprise!

Hello Benoit,
I'm so glad to see you.

You aren't ill, I hope?

You know how it is,
one gets to bed late.

And as Mr. Benoit is kind enough
to come over - right, Mr. Benoit?

The canning factories are pressing us
for an immediate decision.

My father always said
we should never let them set prices.

We must defend the fishermen,
not the factory owners.

That's why the board's meeting
this afternoon.

I'll attend.

Then perhaps, Madame,
we could hold the meeting here.

Oh no, Benoit.

I'm back on my feet now.

The board will meet
at the office.

My father
would not do otherwise.

We'll continue our conversation
this afternoon, if you would.

You should have told me -
I'd have come to get you.

I was so happy to come by myself,
like a big girl,

without bothering anyone.

You know, I wish you wouldn't
take that tone with Benoit.

That sort hates offhandedness.

- Reproaches already?
- Not for me, for them -

they're very sensitive.

Enough of that.

You've made some changes!

For you!

- You didn't tell me.
- It was a surprise!

A nice surprise?

Very nice.

What's wrong?

Nothing,
nothing at all.

It's just - coming back home -
it's a little overwhelming.

Christophe isn't back from his walk?

I don't know -
sometimes he stays out until lunch.

Is he getting along
with the nurse?

I don't believe
there have been any problems.

It's so good having you home.

No, Jean, you mustn't.

Don't, Jean.

Jean...

Perhaps I should have died.

Everything would have been simpler.

Don't say such things.

It's all over -
we're together again.

No, it's not all over.

I hoped
tonight would never happen -

although it's all I've lived for
these past two months.

It's been an exhausting day.

All this talking -
you should get some sleep.

No - it will be just as hard to say
what I have to say

tomorrow or next week.

I hoped I wouldn't have to tell you
the first night.

One is always a bit cowardly.

But I mustn't be -
cowardice doesn't help matters.

It's dreadful...

on a woman's body...
scars and burns...

it takes a long time
for them to fade.

And I won't,
I can't be hideous for you.

You see, I was right
when I said...

it would have been simpler
if I had died.

Wouldn't it?

Now life will be difficult
and frightening.

But we'll try, won't we?

I love you so much
it's enough to be close to you.

And you?

There's still... tenderness.

I understand that's the wonderful bond
between old married people.

We'll enjoy it a little sooner.

Yes.

Evenings reading to each other.

Sunday radio concerts.

I knew this would hurt you.
Forgive me, Jean.

Papa Lindstrom would be happy
to know you were free

from the degradation
of the flesh.

Oh, Jean...

I'm the one who must ask forgiveness.

Forgive me.

Forget what I said.

You know I didn't mean it.

I know, darling.

- Have you finished, Madame?
- Yes, thank you.

I'm sure they cheated you a bit.

It's a pleasure
to have the means to be cheated.

My poor husband,
you'll never understand money.

I certainly hope not!

Do you know the prayer
of the fishermen of Martigues?

Lord, send us enough fish to live on,
to sell, to give, to lose

and to be stolen from us.

Very pretty -
when it's poor people praying.

But it's not the same for us.
We haven't the right.

You forget that our money doesn't belong
to us alone.

We have a business - that means
the livelihood of men and families,

ships to be bought.

There - these are all paid,
we owe nothing more.

Yes, everything's paid up.

Would you give me the checkbook?
I want to pay the clinic.

Here.

You forgot to fill out
the last check stub.

- Don't worry, I would have.
- How much?

200,000.

To whom?

Rivière.

Rivière.
Is that a vendor?

Oh, Isabelle, I don't know,
I don't remember...

I'll look it up if you want...

Why don't we go out
and get some air?

You don't remember.

Jean, you were gambling.

This is a gambling debt.

Gambling debts are not debts of honor.

They have nothing to do with honor.

You owe nothing to a man
because you turned over a card.

Give me that check.

- Oh, Isabelle -
- Don't make me stop payment on it.

You know I would.

Your name will be posted and you won't
be able to gamble, that's all.

I'm doing you a favor.

Hello, Banque Meyer?

Mme de Charvin speaking.

Please note that as of today
I resume signature power.

Thank you.

Give me 200,000 francs
at the usual rate.

I don't need to ask
whether Mme de Charvin has come home.

- How is she?
- No insinuations, please.

You're not the one who'll stop me
from making them.

Yes or no?

You know, I'd like to say no.

But I've always felt great esteem
for Mr. Lindstrom's daughter.

Don't mix feelings with business.

But I must.

Because I know
Mr. Lindstrom's daughter

hates scandal.

If she doesn't pay
your gambling debts

at least she'll pay this note.

Otherwise I'd let you be dishonored
with pleasure, M. de Charvin.

It's very noble to scorn those
who can earn money

but you must be sure
you won't have need of them.

My wife is out -
she'll be sorry to have missed you.

It's you I wanted to see

and without her.

Please sit down.

My affection for my former catechumen
brings me to speak frankly.

- You worry me.
- I must, I fear.

Isabelle may not have told you

of her mental suffering
after her accident.

- She feared she would die?
- No.

She wanted to die.

As though, suddenly,
everything had abandoned her.

Confidence, certainty,
the desire to live, God -

Did she tell you?

No.

That's what hell is,
you know.

I didn't want this knowledge
to darken the joy of her return

but now I think you should know.

Despair is an illness
that can always recur.

But you can help Isabelle.

Your kindness,
your discretion...

I don't say, "your prayers,"
because I know you do not practice,

but charity is a light

that God does not reserve
to the members of His church.

I cannot tell you
how grateful I am for this visit.

- You have all her prescriptions?
- Yes.

- And her parent-teacher's bulletin?
- That too.

Miss Lindstrom.

It's a pity
people no longer die for their faith.

She'd do it.

We should leave now.
There's nothing for us here.

Except the worst.

- Leave? And do what?
- We could work.

Can you see us in Paris,
living hand to mouth?

You a nurse,
me a freelance journalist?

Thanks a lot.

- I wouldn't mind.
- You're starting to talk like her.

Dignified poverty - sounds nice,
but up close it's disgusting.

If I asked you to choose
between staying here and me?

No.
Not now.

I've been waiting too long.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I don't know.

And who's this?

Mama at fifteen.

- You don't look like her.
- No.

Oh - what is this gun?

"Manufacture de Saint Etienne,
Model 92."

- Was it your father's?
- Yes.

He never used it,
even in the Great War.

He kept it as a memento.

He was supposed to turn it in
during the Occupation

but he said "Never!"

"Don't give up your arms -
you may need them one day."

But I don't think
he could have killed anyone, poor dear.

I'd love a spot of whiskey.

I'll get it.

I should call Jacques,
he must be wondering where we are.

I forgot my coat -

Could you get it?
Closet, to the left.

- Do you have your gloves?
- Yes.

Nieul 14, please.

Thank you.

Pierre, open the main door
for the car, please.

Hello?

What's that?

Where did it come from?

Jean?
Jean, where are you?

Jacqueline...

I was so frightened.
I thought it was you.

Phone the police.

Did you hear me?

I'll do it.

I don't understand.

Christophe called for me
so I asked her to get your coat.

She seemed perfectly normal.

A minute later
she kills herself.

The poor girl.

Let's get out of here.

Are you afraid
of a dead body?

I don't like death.

Why did she kill herself?

Why do creatures like that
kill themselves?

Stupidity!

For love?

To that point, it's stupidity.

Then they're lucky to be stupid.

I spoke to the police.

They say not to touch anything,
they're coming right away.

You should lie down.

You're white as a ghost.

I think I can stay upright.

You were frightened too.

He thought it was me.

That's completely absurd.

Would you kindly leave us?

The police might want
to question me too.

If so, we'll call you!

Why so harsh with her?

She seems bizarre,
I don't like it.

- Do you think she knows something?
- I think nothing!

- She might speak, but not to us.
- She'll say utter nonsense.

Utter nonsense!

- Utter nonsense?
- For attention!

Out of madness
or for revenge!

- Revenge? On whom?
- Who knows what's in that girl's heart?

Proud, jealous...
humiliated...

Who knows what's in a heart, Jean?

- What are you doing?
- Leaving.

No.

I said nothing to the police.
Don't ask too much of me.

- What will Isabelle think?
- Whatever she likes.

- What will you tell her?
- Nothing.

I'll go without seeing her.

She's a big girl,
she can take of herself.

But you mustn't!

Angèle, you can't!

In your line of work,
you need stronger nerves.

You have no right to leave me now.

You should have let me go
and gone with me when I asked.

When there was still time.

If you go,
I don't think I'll have the courage -

To go on!

Oh, no - no suicide blackmail.
That's too easy.

It'll be hard at first,
but it'll pass.

Everything passes.

Everything will go back to normal.

Angèle -

I beg of you!

No!

She'll have heard.

Yes.

Will she come here?

Yes.

No going away.
You stay.

That's an order.

Don't you know
this is for always?

Answer me.

Answer me!

Here she is.

What disorder.

Perhaps you could settle matters
between yourselves elsewhere.

I'd like to learn what I must
without a third party present.

But as Mademoiselle seems
intimately involved in our lives

what scruples could we have?

I had decided to leave.

You may.

No.

So... you're leaving?

As I said.

Have you thought this through?

What are you going to do?

I warned you, didn't I?

What are you going to say?

You know perfectly well.

Let me go now, I beg you,
let me go!

Madame, don't listen to him!
Go, go now!

There's one thing
you don't understand, Angèle.

One little thing
that changes everything.

Now I have nothing left to lose.

And I want you here
when the truth comes out.

It's my right.

Be sure of this:

I'll pay dearly for it.

Call the police.

It wasn't suicide?

And she wasn't the one
I meant to kill.

To kill?

Mademoiselle knew who I was
right away.

- From the first day.
- Don't listen to him!

She may at least learn
how her father died.

I was responsible.

She knew it.

She said nothing.

Why?

For love.

There now.

Well?

I need calm.

I need silence.

I don't know yet.

Don't leave this room.

I don't ask your word of honor,
given the circumstances.

But I advise you not to leave.

Hello?

Mme de Charvin speaking.

May I speak
to Commissioner Emmanuel?

I see.

Could he call me
when he's back?

Yes, even at 6:00 a.m.

Thank you.

BRAQUE
THE BOSS

You?

Why?

- I want -
- No more wants, please.

The night is long, isn't it?

Not just for you.

For me, too.

- I beg you, Isabelle.
- Not Isabelle.

That name means nothing now.

I'm dead,
do you understand?

Dead.

That poor girl next door,
awaiting her coffin -

I should be in her place.

If everything
had gone as planned.

I pity you.

It's not pity I need.

What do you need, then?

Justice, perhaps?

A lawyer?

To defend you.

Justify you.

Provide idiotic jurors.

To defy their pinchpenny morality
with your aristocratic code.

To defy us all publicly
before accepting - what?

Ten years in prison?

Reduced to five
or two.

They won't make much
of a servant girl's murder.

Nowadays,
everything is excused.

Everything is understood.

You'll pay up
and wipe the slate clean.

A gambling debt.

Isn't that right?

I wish it were that simple.

- For us two, it's different.
- It is.

When you left this house,
behind you the body of an old man

who was my father,

you imagined
things would work out,

that time would heal everything.

The soul isn't like the body.
It doesn't heal.

- Now you know that.
- And you?

You prefer the cops?

I prefer the cops, as you say,
because it doesn't heal.

The wages of sin is death.

And death can last a lifetime.

How I hate you.

At last.

Mademoiselle Ribot.

She's leaving.

Poor young woman.

Did you even love her?

You loved only yourself
and the money

that fired up your pride.

Let her go her own way.

Jean.

Listen to me.
Don't interrupt.

Now:

If there were only the two of us,
the simplest, cleanest solution

would be for you
to turn yourself in to the police.

But there's not only the two of us.

There's the name I must bear.

There's my son.

There are all the others.

The girl who lies next door
doesn't ask your imprisonment.

Prison for a death -
that's not enough, is it?

Maybe she forgives you.

Like it or not, Jean,
she may be praying for you.

Shut up!

No, we'll stay together.

It will be our punishment.

To bear that burden together.

In silence.

Two prisoners, forever.

And no one will know.

Hello?

Yes, it's I, Commissioner.

No, you didn't wake me.

Yes, I did,
but don't bother.

I was mistaken.

I'm sorry.

No!

Hello.
Jean de Charvin speaking.

I killed the girl.

I'll explain.

You may come and get me.

I'll be waiting.

It had to end this way.

I knew it.

I always knew it.

Say goodbye to your son
before you go.

You're going to cause him
great pain.

Together we'll learn to forgive.