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The Seven Deadly Sins

Step right up folks! Get rid of your sins!

They're all there, laughing at you.

What are you waiting for? Step up! Five francs a ball!

What is sin? The best and the worst of everything.

A wise man said, without vice, there wouldn't be any pleasure.

Pleasure's the best thing of all. But there's also remorse, the worst.

Don't be afraid! Only five francs a ball!

If I don't have any customers, I'll get fired.

Look at your capital sins! All seven of them!

Gluttony.

Pride.

Lust.

Envy.

Avarice and anger.

And finally, sloth.

You'll say gluttony's not serious.

Pride's no crime. Sloth only kills time!

But you're wrong! These sins are the root of all others!

Or so the priest used to tell me.

Look at their ugly faces. Come and knock them down!

Get rid of your sins here. Easier than confession, and no penance.

And there's a prize for knocking down all seven.

Five francs is no fortune, lady.

Beware of your husband's anger.

I knew a miser once, worse than Harpagon.

The owner of a tenement, he'd collect his own rent.

AVARICE ANGER

Turn it on.

Go slowly.

Mr Alvaro, you're hurting your eyes.

Why are you looking like that?

If these poor people were able to make counterfeit money...

they wouldn't be living here.

The roof's ruined. It's raining in the house.

You'd think you were outside.

-Will you let me count? -Count then.

-Did you make them all pay? -All of them... except one.

So someone didn't pay.

Edouard Germini...

You were also the defender of the poor last month.

You see what comes of it.

If he doesn't pay this month, that makes two.

He's an artist. He plays the clarinet every night.

-He just can't pay. -I don't care.

Artists in a house is worse than rats.

But they're poor people, Mr Alvaro.

Try to make them give you money.

Some whine, some cry.

Alright... alright.

-I'll go there myself. -Go right ahead.

Clarinet Professor.

-Edouard Germini. -Have you come for a lesson?

For the rent.

Is it due today?

-Don't you know? -I never know the date.

Today is Friday, November 30th, and you owe this month's rent.

Plus October's, which passed without your noticing.

Time goes so quickly. Mario, the lesson's over.

Watch your entries and try to control your breathing.

Excuse me. Here, put this on, it's cold.

See you tomorrow.

Before arranging for tomorrow...

make sure you'll still be here. You owe me 11,500 lire. Got them?

I never know what's in my wallet.

Nor where it is.

You don't know where your money is?

I'm not afraid of thieves.

This materialistic age is hard on artists, sir.

No one's interested in the clarinet.

And that's very wrong. The boy who just left is my only pupil.

A little tune on the clarinet can take the place of a good meal.

And chase away the greatest sorrow.

You owe me 11,500 lire!

Beware of fixed ideas. They turn into obsessions.

And obsessions lead to madness.

Here it is.

Oh, excuse me.

Only ten lire. If you want them, they're yours.

You've nothing to eat, nothing to wear...

and you can't pay your rent. How do you exist?

I live in expectation... expectation of a miracle.

-You believe in miracles? -Certainly I do.

I pray for a miracle every morning.

And when it happens, I'll pay what I owe you.

I'll give you until tonight. And then I'll throw you out!

Where can I go without money? Wait for me!

-I appeal to your kind heart. -You're wasting your time.

I'll give free lessons to your friends and family.

They're not interested.

-Some credit then? -That word makes me furious.

-11,000 is nothing to you. -11,500!

-Give me breathing time. -For the clarinet.

A week... three days...

And I don't have any children.

And my mother's dead.

In humanity's name!

I'm a misanthropist. Let go of the door!

No more miracles for you!

God's on our side... on the side of the landlords.

with rent we can't raise and heavy taxes...

and against you idlers.

You owe me 11,500 lire!

Are you going to give me a push or what?

Come on, give me a hand.

God's on our side!

The miracle.

Do we share?

I saw you.

Share what?

You pocketed a wallet. Do we share fifty-fifty?

Didn't you hear the music?

What music?

Heavenly music.

I didn't find a wallet but a miracle.

You can't share a miracle. It's strictly personal.

Good day.

What if the miracle was for me?

You didn't hear the music.

What music? I have a wife and seven children. I need money desperately.

Give me half or I'll report you.

And your miracle becomes a theft.

You're right. As it wasn't a theft, I'll take it to the police.

-Are you crazy? -I'm not a thief.

Give me at least a quarter then.

Why? Come to the police with me.

With this stuff? They'll ask me where it's from.

-Leave it here. -Another miracle might happen.

Eighty...

Ninety...

A hundred... a hundred thousand.

Another five thousand... there.

What do you want?

Excuse me, I'd like some information.

Yes?

Suppose you're walking down the street...

and you miraculously find a wallet.

-Would there be a reward? -Ten percent.

Under exceptional circumstances you couldn't get, say, eleven and a half?

The law says 10%. The rest is up to the owner. He can even give you the lot.

Why? Have you found a wallet?

-Um... yes. -And where is it?

Here it is.

-Bad luck. Only ten lire. -I can't help it.

-There are no ID papers. -That's not my fault.

But when you found it, didn't you look inside?

No, it's just like I found it.

-What's your name? -Edouard Germini.

-Germini. -Yes.

Son of Alexi.

You've certainly proved your honesty.

If it's not claimed within a year, it's yours.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

-The Lord doesn't help fools. -Fools? No.

-Hello, Luigi. -Is lunch not ready?

-Not even a 'Hello' today? -Why are you all dolled up?

What are you talking about?

You women are only happy when you look like a jeweller's window.

What's the celebration? You're wearing pearls.

Wearing a necklace isn't "dolled up".

Pearls must be worn. If they are left in their case, they lose their lustre.

A bit peevish today, aren't you?

It's not like you at the end of the month.

-Well, did you collect the rent? -Did I collect the rent...

-My tenants don't pay anymore. -Are there many?

-One. -Then it's not so bad.

That's how it starts: first one...

then two, then five, then ten. After that, no one pays anymore.

-It's like an epidemic. -Don't get upset.

Anybody can be short. If he can't pay today, he'll pay tomorrow.

You can talk!

This has got to be dealt with. The rot must be stopped.

What a thief! What a scoundrel!

Don't get so worked up. Think of your heart.

-My heart... -See?

I don't feel well. I don't feel well!

They want me dead. They've ordered it.

I'm going to lay down for a bit.

-Luigi... my handsome Luigi... -What is it?

You promised me something, remember?

-Me? -Yes.

What about your hair?

You promised me a perm when you'd get the rent.

On condition the tenants paid.

No conditions. I've made an appointment at the hairdresser's.

I've been robbed of 11,500 lire. And now you want me to waste money?

-You promised. -I've been robbed.

Look at my hair. It's like spaghetti.

There's a new boy from Paris who puts hormones on your head.

And after a month your hair looks lovely... long and supple.

Next month... If I'm paid.

I tell you I've made an appointment, and nothing will stop me from going.

Stop shouting. It's bad for my heart. You'll get nothing by violence.

Give me the 5,000 lire you promised. Be nice and give them to me, please.

Tell me when lunch is ready.

Let's make up with each other.

Don't be stubborn and don't pretend.

I've told you again and again.

A woman needs things now and then.

I've never made expensive demands.

Have I ever asked you for jewellery, perfumes, or flowers?

I can't even find money to buy myself a chocolate ice cream.

I don't buy a thing.

I knitted this scarf myself.

Of course I did buy the wool.

What else have I got? Nothing.

Ah, yes, just two dresses.

One's being dyed...

and I've got to turn out the other, as the colour's faded.

I'm doing it all myself. Happy?

Luigi.

Are you asleep?

Thief!

-You tried to take my wallet. -Shut up about your wallet.

Let me go!

I can't stand this anymore.

My wallet... where is it?

-Did you take it? -No!

Where's my wallet, thief? Where have you put it?

-I haven't touched it. -Everyone robs me, even my wife!

I swear I haven't taken it.

-It's gone. You took it! -No!

It's not the first time. Give me back my wallet.

Perhaps you lost it. Have another look.

You've got it. Give it back.

Don't make me angry.

My wallet... where have you put it?

But I haven't got it.

If I'd taken it, I'd have it on me. Look, look.

-Give me those pearls. -No, you gave them to me.

Husbands and wives don't give each other presents.

They're a security in case of war or illness. The necklace is a loan.

I'll return it when you tell me where my wallet is, pickpocket!

Satisfied? Look what you've done.

Don't touch them!

How many are there?

I don't know.

You don't know, and you dare tell me they're yours?

They're mine! Mine!

I paid for them with my blood.

-Is the master in? -Get out!

-Someone wants to see you. -I'm in for no one.

He's brought your wallet.

There's another one.

I'm returning your wallet.

Incredible. You've touched nothing?

Count it.

There's exactly 105,000 lire.

May I sit down?

If one finds and returns a wallet, isn't one entitled to a ten percent reward?

As I owe you 11,500 lire...

couldn't you make an exception and give me eleven and a half percent?

-Then we'd be quits. -Let me count.

Excuse me.

There were four 5,000 lire notes.

-Now there's one. -True. I only found one too.

I didn't trust so much honesty.

-You've taken 15,000 lire. -Me?

I walked here because I had no money for the bus, to keep the sum intact.

You've stolen 15,000 lire.

You have some nerve to ask for a reward. Do you take me for a fool?

-But I swear... -Don't swear.

You didn't trust my generosity. You helped yourself... to make sure.

But I remembered the amount. You're lucky I don't have you arrested.

On my honour...

Not another lire. You took enough.

15,000 lire. And out of that you must pay what you owe by tonight.

-He was right. -Who?

God doesn't help fools.

-He demanded 15,000 lire. -And?

It was one of my tenants.

And he hasn't paid the two months of rent he owes me. What a costly day.

What about my hairdresser?

But I prefer you without curls.

We were attracted to each other once, and then we got married.

Why waste money on titivating now.

It would get too tiring. We like each other enough as it is.

See what I have in my hand?

If you don't give me the 5,000 lire...

What will you do?

I'll cut off my hair.

Fine, we'll save on the perm.

Right... wait!

And this... and this...

Shut up!

And more... and more...

You thought I was joking. You can laugh now.

Laugh as much as you want!

And I'll take a lover!

Impossible. You'll have to wait until your hair grows back again.

No, I'll take a lover. Laugh, go on, laugh!

-Look at yourself. -And more... and more!

Are you happy now? You want to laugh...

Look at your face.

What are you going to do?

Still laughing? The joke's on you now, isn't it?

Not the money.

Come and get it.

Not the money.

Come and get it.

Don't fool around with money!

Fool around? I'll throw it out of the window.

You won't do that!

Miser!

Catch!

Look at yourself, miser!

I'll give you the 5,000 and go with you to the hairdresser.

You'll pay for this.

It's real.

Could I get 11,500 lire for it?

We'll soon see...

So it depends on the weight.

Yes, I can give you 11,500 lire for it.

SLOTH

-Is it a rocket? -Yes, one more.

-They're exaggerating. -What a mess.

-Is the Director there? -I haven't seen him.

They've cut off all the stations.

-Has it happened before? -Never.

The boss isn't going to like it.

This is going too far.

We were quite far.

Let's continue.

-Hello, sir. -Hello, everyone.

Have you heard, sir?

I was there. I hear they've cut our communications.

-Has the Chief called? -Not yet, sir.

They'll destroy the world.

Won't 'He' interfere?

The Chief's too good. He always thinks things will work out.

Are there many admittances?

-240,312. -Statistics?

A considerable increase on this time last year.

Natural death's not enough?

Many have holes in their temples or tongues hanging out or green skins...

not counting those that arrive in ashes or in pieces.

-Again! -It's starting again.

That's enough!

Alright, alright.

Nice work! You're in great form, sir.

They're impossible.

What can be the matter with them?

Get out of the way!

Just look. The poor earth, a real lunatic asylum.

-The Chief, please. -Father or Son?

The Father. It's very serious.

Hello, Chief.

Yes, Chief.

Quite so, Chief.

Exactly, Chief. Okay.

He seems dissatisfied.

He's ordered an inquiry into earthly matters.

-And He usually knows everything. -We've never seen this before.

-Will you question new arrivals? -The files, please.

You want to listen in? Right, Chief.

Quickly.

My magnifying glass...

With my gloves? Thank you, Chief.

Sir.

Here's the first file.

Cornavon, Bill, from New Jersey. American pilot.

Hello, my friend.

Do you speak French?

Do so then. It's the diplomatic language.

I hold the world speed record for jets and wanted to beat it.

-I didn't see the telegraph pole. -I see. Go and rest.

Next.

Muller, Josef, born in Berlin, professional soldier.

Was ist das?

-Good day. -Good day. Do you speak French?

-No! -Speak it all the same.

But I can't. But I can! It's a miracle!

-Well, Mr. St. Peter... -Call me Director!

Adjutant Muller, Josef... flame thrower.

Very latest model... perfected individual... heat: 3000 degrees.

My compliments.

Appearance enemy on night patrol...

Swine carrying new super ice thrower...

Atomic cold, minus 200 degrees.

Swine shot first, him not roasted but me frozen...

I see. Go and get warm.

Kristensen, Ingrid. Born in Copenhagen, Denmark.

Speak French.

She can't hear because of her headphone.

That's alright.

The Chief never wanted that.

Such hysteria. It's terrible.

Alright, next.

-That'll do. -Hey, no! I'm here!

You can't get rid of me now!

It's disgraceful.

As God's my witness...

Forms to be filled on arrival, the inkwells dry, one pen between five!

-You're French. -Yes.

-Martin Gaston. -What's your story?

My story. Like so many others, I died what's called a natural death.

My work wasn't dangerous. I wasn't a miner...

nor a sportsman, nor a soldier.

I led the normal city life of today. And what a life!

Crazy, restless, breathless, tough...

Crowded with appointments...

Competitors, debtors, bankruptcy... Money always going out...

Until you're worried sick and in your grave.

Either it's a plan, or you slipped up.

If it's a punishment because Eve was too fond of apples...

it's unjust, but successful.

Your criticism will be noted.

-Meanwhile, go in peace. -Thank you.

Is there a billiards table?

Yes, there's a billiards table.

Well, Chief, what now?

He's angry!

The papers, sir!

It's the Chief. I can't help it.

Understood, Chief! I'll do what needs to be done.

His mind's made up.

Well, sir?

The Chief's made a grave decision.

Capital sins destroyed the world. A capital sin will save it.

What do you mean, sir?

What's happened to Sloth?

She's been out of work for a long time.

Exactly. I want to see her at once.

Here she is, sir.

-Hello, miss. -Hello, sir.

Take your pad... Instructions...

From today, Sloth ceases to be a capital sin and becomes a virtue.

-Thank you very much, sir. -Don't mention it.

She'll go to earth by the first convoy...

and stay there 'til further orders.

Mission: To slow down life on earth...

and end man's folly.

Get it ready for the Chief to sign.

I wish you a pleasant journey. -Thank you, sir.

-Bye, sir. -Bye, miss.

Here goes... Back to zero.

What's happening on earth? How can we explain these phenomena?

What is the meaning of this strange lassitude...

which has descended on our feverish lives?

Answer it.

Hello? Yes. Yes. This is the Fire Chief's home.

He's not in.

What?

The bank's on fire...

Right. Yes, I'll tell him.

A few banknotes less.

Okay. Goodbye, sir.

Is it raining in here now?

-The plumber hasn't come. -Lazy hound.

serious social consequences.

Household waste is rarely being collected.

225,305 sprained ankles due to slipping on all kinds of waste.

Yesterday we saw the light of day spread over the globe.

A magical charm came over the world.

A diabolical enchantment.

Will science solve this riddle for us?

Let's hope so or we'll be facing a big crisis.

In factories all over the world...

workers are sleeping on the job.

-Hey. -What?

-Have you got a monkey wrench? -Are you working?

No, but I have to remove the wheel, so I can stretch my legs.

Look, God's getting angry.

-What's happening on earth, Chief? -I don't know.

I have to go down right away?

And I don't like travelling.

[can't understand]

They're all asleep.

Even here, where they normally use pavers.

Women don't do their hair anymore.

Even Dutch women, normally so neat...

they've got their bonnets and their scarves on wrong.

And their windmills aren't working.

Even the wind's not blowing.

There's not much left of the men.

Most of them don't even shave anymore.

Even the English, normally so correct.

Police all over the world are asleep.

-There's big news. -What news?

The mayor announces important news.

What a job though. I'm fed up.

I have to hang up 78 of them.

-Do you still have to do many? -77, this is the first one.

-I'll continue tomorrow. -Closure of the post office.

No need to write anymore.

Closure of the department stores. Closure of the railways.

It's the same in all the countries.

Thank you, I'm fed up with reading anyway.

And what's happening in there?

It is really important...

that the report on the national slow-down be presented to you.

But I've not had time to prepare it.

-I've been very busy recently. -The common ill.

Lazy dog!

The report will be ready... definitely... probably...

If I get down to it... in about 8 or 9 days from now...

And now I propose to go for a drink.

And then to adjourn for lunch.

It's catching. I'm hungry too.

Only dish Sausage, 200 francs.

Desserts Apples: 80 Pears: 90

Coffee custard: 100

Everything alright?

I'm sorry I couldn't serve much.

That's alright, I eat like a bird.

No transport, no slaughtering, We've not even got red wine.

I don't like white wine but I've had a fine lunch.

The bill, please.

After all, this is France.

-What is it? -I thought I saw red wine.

We get hallucinations from lack of food.

We've dreamt of a leg of mutton for weeks.

It'll all come true.

What have we done to offend God?

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, miss. I left the money and a small tip.

Come have a look, dad.

Sloth, are you there? Do you hear me?

It's Peter. Come here at once.

Here I am. Can I show myself? Is there no one about?

No one. Hurry!

-Don't walk so fast. -You're crazy.

I did my job.

Lazy as you are, you put them all to sleep. It's sabotage!

A little respect, please. Don't forget to whom you're speaking.

I'm a virtue. And I'll drop the job...

You can't do that! It'll all start again.

Latest on petrol! Government falling!

International tension... partial mobilisation.

-Stop this! They're off again. -You stop it.

The powers were delegated to you.

Where have those two come from?

Well, I'll be!

-Will you stop scolding and be nice? -Yes.

-To work then. -One second.

-Make up your mind. -You don't realize what we want.

It's a matter of degree. You stopped everything dead.

-And so? -We only want them checked.

-And my professional conscience? -Slow it down to a middle course.

-I get it. Half-and-half. -That's it.

That's better. Isn't life pleasanter now?

-Nothing's set to zero? -Yes, war and gangsters are at zero.

Silence too! The use they make of it.

And politicians. They're doing fine, I saw them... To work!

Bye, sir.

Quick, all over the world. Don't forget anything.

A lovely night.

-Three dozen eggs, did you notice? -Yes, three dozen eggs.

Fish and three chickens.

-It's gotten better. -And none too early.

It was very strange.

-Will you eat here? -I'm fine here.

I wouldn't mind something small, before I go back to the office.

-[can't understand] -[can't understand]

[can't understand]

[can't understand]

-I'll have a glass of Vittel. -Perfect.

-My boss is waiting for me. -You have a boss?

Yes, I have a boss. At my age.

A boss who's in charge of a big company.

I can't leave him alone for too long. His customers aren't always reasonable.

Or very intelligent.

-Here comes the thunder. -Not for you.

You think?

It's for me.

Chief.

Yes, Chief. Peter speaking.

Are the communications still bad?

I have to come back up? But I'm hard at work.

I'm not completely finished yet. I need about another week.

Yes, Chief.

Understood, Chief. My regards to Your Mother.

Yes, Providence has granted us a period of prosperity.

It seems that God wants to [can't understand]

Hallowed be thy name. Amen.

Not many people here.

They're happy, so think they don't need God.

-Good. -Blasphemy, my son.

-Pardon me, Father. -All is forgiven, my son.

Yes, here I am... Coming!

All's well.

Mission completed!

If you can knock down Lust, you'll win a prize.

What do you call lust, cutie.

What does lust mean to a little girl?

Luxury? Luxation?

Your lusty look makes me blush.

Take another basket.

Aim well.

Bravo for the little lady who's won the prize for Lust.

LUST

PARISH FAIR

Refreshments served by Mrs. Blanc.

For the Cur�, please. Thank you.

Pity's he's got so old. I liked him.

I already gave.

She probably picked it up off the ground.

She would.

Doing well, children?

'Children'. Do you like the new Cure?

He's got beautiful eyes.

-What about the music, Father? -What about it?

-It's broken down. -Do you think so?

So that's how you look after it. Where were you?

Watching the parachute, sir.

You, there!

Nice manners you have.

You thought I didn't see you. She's private property.

-You're drunk. -I'm drunk?

-He's good-looking, eh? -You think?

That's the attraction for them all. Shall we go?

Not me.

He lives with you. You can see him all the time.

Take this.

Hello, Mr. Ravila! You alright?

Yes.

For Mr. Ravila.

-Won't you take him some beer? -I get dizzy.

-Since when? -I feel dizzy all the time lately.

-Look what I won in the lottery! -Bravo, you must be happy.

Here, give this to Mr. Ravila.

To that pig?

I'm not asking for your opinion about my customers.

If he'll stay with you for long...

it will be a choice between the customer and the chef.

-Don't tickle. -I wasn't thinking.

How polite...

Where's the elastic to hold down your skirts?

Hold this.

They must be made to wear elastic. It looks very bad from below.

You don't notice up here. Do you want to jump?

Of course.

-If priests jump, so can mothers. -Well, well.

-You shouldn't have bothered. -It's my pleasure.

-Chantal! Won't you jump? -No!

Go on. It's great fun.

You have no luck with my daughter.

And what about her mother?

No luck either... You've landed badly.

-You try and land well. -She's braver than you.

My mother can, perhaps, but I can't.

-Why? -I'm going to have a baby.

-What? -A baby.

Look at her, Father. What's the matter with her, Father?

No, madam.

-What do you mean? -I'm pregnant.

-This is terrible! How old are you? -Thirteen.

Is it true one can get a dispensation to marry at thirteen?

Yes. It's the only thing to be done.

Perhaps he won't want to. He doesn't know yet.

And your mother? You must tell her.

No.

They want you.

The Cur� has brought back the records. He wants to see you.

Not when I've just fired the cook.

You didn't fire him. He left.

He insists.

That's just great.

Are the customers doing the serving now?

It's your job.

-It amuses him and tires me. -Tires you... indeed.

-What do you want? -A word with you, but not here.

You're the limit! Do I come and disturb you during mass?

Come in.

-Well, what is it? -It's about your daughter.

What has she done now?

Don't get angry. It's so serious, she's afraid to tell you herself.

So serious... Tell me quickly, your Reverence.

Quick!

She's pregnant.

Forgive me. It wasn't meant for you.

I know.

-Who's the swine? -She didn't tell me.

She's going to tell me.

Don't hit her.

It's already done.

Chantal! Go upstairs.

What's up, Mrs. Blanc?

Looking grim, am I? With reason.

Your work's not getting on very fast.

I'm in no hurry...

I like it here. Charming country...

And the inn's very comfortable.

-Where's Mrs. Blanc? -Upstairs.

-But I'd stay here. -Why?

Take a look at yourself.

I have, and I consider myself handsome.

-You're not fussy. -More handsome than you!

You have nothing to say.

Smear the walls, that's why they feed you.

But you're not boss here yet.

-What do you mean? -What I said.

I like my pandas in the zoo.

Mrs. Blanc!

Not now!

I won't hit you, I promise you. It's myself I'd like to hit.

-How would that help? -Don't you care?

-Of course, but it's no good crying. -You're right.

Tell me his name.

I won't keep you long. You must choose between Ravila and me.

I'll knock your block off!

-Not him. -Oh, no!

That's something, at least.

Who is it?

Do I know him?

-Is he young? -Of course not.

-Did you meet him here? -You won't like it.

Do you think I like anything about it?

He... does he live here? Ravila.

Yes, mother, Mr. Ravila. It's awful...

-Terrible. -For us both.

-What? -You said you wouldn't him me.

Mrs. Blanc...

Can I help?

Look out, Mrs. Blanc. He'll get you were he wants you.

Tell me it's not true.

Alright. It's not true.

But she never lies! If she says so, it's true.

-Then it's true. -True?

I don't know. It's up to you. Whichever you prefer.

What's true or untrue?

I daren't tell you. It's too vile.

-Then don't. -But I must!

-But whose? -Yours!

-Me? -Yes!

And you believe that?

But she's never lied.

-Repeat what you told your mother. -No.

-You're ashamed? -Yes.

-Of having lied. -No.

-You didn't lie? -No.

-You're with child? -Yes.

-And it's mine? -Yes.

It's not your fault. You didn't know.

-She doesn't understand. -I do, you explained it to me.

-I didn't tell you everything. -The rest wasn't difficult.

I sat down in his armchair. Just after him.

That's how it happened. The chair was still warm from him.

It went up into my belly. I couldn't get up.

And when I could, it was too late.

I had a child.

My little girl. She's so innocent.

-That's not how they come. -I won't have a baby?

No, darling.

-Are you sorry? -Don't touch me.

-Are you angry? -Angry? No... nothing.

That's no way to talk to Mr. Ravila.

Leave me alone, both of you!

There's no need to get in a temper.

-I can't make her out. -I understood one thing.

You thought I was capable of that?

I hardly dare look at you.

Are you very angry?

Perhaps you can earn forgiveness.

What a day!

What are you staring at?

The armchair... Is that the one?

Must be, there is no other.

-I must see for myself. -Careful.

Well?

-A penny for your thoughts. -Mind your own business.

Strange, what children imagine.

But it's not all that stupid.

-Are you proud of yourself? -Yes.

You don't suffer from lack of women.

-No, of course. -Little girls are easy prey.

Why, when I was twelve, even younger than she is...

And I knew more about life...

I believed you had children when you were kissed on the lips.

And isn't it true?

Yes, of course it is.

When I was twelve, I was in love with a man of thirty-five.

-He didn't know I existed. -Like me and Chantal.

There was a boy my age who was crazy about me.

Really crazy.

He rode his bike for 10 kilometres, just to see me.

A champion.

And I was totally uninterested.

Isn't life stupid?

My big love should be 60 now.

I wouldn't even want him anymore.

I'd hope so.

And the little boy would be... how old?

Well, my age.

-Would he still want me? -I'm sure.

-What would you know? -It was me.

Phenomenon.

Come in.

-Why are you knocking on doors? -Excuse me, madam.

What do you want?

I'm going to bed. Goodnight, madam. Goodnight, Mr. Ravila.

Goodnight.

-I'll be right up. -Never tell a lie, Mrs. Blanc.

Because you're not going up right away...

They'll hear us.

We won't make noise.

Really! What could they think?

Alright, we'll make noise.

Phenomenon! Shall we dance?

-If you like. -No.

-I don't dare. -Yes, you do.

-[can't understand] -No, that will stop.

No, tomorrow. Tonight is too fast.

[can't understand]

-She must have gone out. -I'd have heard the door.

-Maybe she's ill. -Or something else.

Go back. It's no business of yours.

Who wants to knock down Envy?

I see envious looks.

Take a ball and knock down the shrew!

Or you'll be damned.

Banish envy from our gaze.

Recognize her? She has eyes like yours.

The lady leaves, so I appeal to the strong sex.

Come on, get a basket.

Take turns!

Come on!

Envy

I want to ask you a particular question.

But you have to have courage to reply truthfully.

You, for instance. For whom do you paint?

-For me. -For you.

What are you trying to say?

Nobody goes to your exhibitions. If you were painting for the others...

It's easy to criticise, but it's not that simple.

It's not something to decide in a morning.

Tell me what it means, to paint for others?

-To paint for the people? -Why not?

-What time is it? -We have to go.

Since I can't get a word in anyway, dear lady...

Galileo was popular?

What are you doing up there?

Why didn't you come to dinner tonight?

Come down.

The Museum of Modern Art in New York has decided to exhibit a jeep.

-What an idea! -I'd rather exhibit a racing car.

They've got a more elegant design.

I think I know what he's trying to say.

They want to give real meaning to these initiatives.

To exhibit in a museum a perfect product of human labour.

Because, these days, all that men have in common, is labour.

But what does that have to do with art?

Art comes from a common understanding.

The ancient classics focused on harmony and...

contemporary artists focus on labour.

We may speak a different language, but...

sculptors all use the same clay. And painters use the same brushes.

Three o'clock in the morning? That's crazy!

Bye, see you tomorrow.

-Bye. -Bye.

We have to organise an exhibition like the one in Florence.

What were you doing on the roof? Remember your first seducer?

A nasty tomcat that didn't have a tail anymore.

Well, well...

Olivier, aren't you coming to bed?

She was telling me what she's been doing on the roof.

Are you starting to speak cat language now?

Relax, relax.

You have to admit she's irresistible. Don't you think?

The stupid cat was afraid of a belt.

Of course, she thought it was a snake.

-All cats are afraid of snakes. -Where did she ever see a snake?

She's invented them. She's an artist. Right, Saha?

It's exasperating. Throw her out.

Put her in the other room and close the door.

Look at her eyes. She's so beautiful.

My little puma. My pearl coloured demon.

Where are you going?

I can't sleep with those eyes looking at me.

-Why not? -It bothers me.

You're so beautiful. Go to sleep.

-Up already? -Are you awake?

It's 10 o'clock. I already had a bath.

Come here.

You're beautiful this morning. You're so pretty, my love.

See, I've made progress since I've been with you.

-I'm hungry. -I'll get your breakfast.

-Do you know what day it is? -No. Come here.

Hello, Saha.

Time to get back to work.

What a mess!

They're still asleep, aren't they?

What is she like?

What an idea, marrying a French woman!

Hello, happy husband.

Sorry, madam. I'm the model. I got the keys from the janitor.

-Olivier told me to come. -I'll get him right away.

There's a girl who says she's a model.

-She's terrible. -I always work with her.

She's got a remarkable face. She looks like a cat.

So that's why you like her?

Don't talk stupid. What would you know about what's beautiful?

-Hello, Rosine. -Hello, Olivier.

Sorry, but I have to go out this morning.

Can you give me my jacket?

-Aren't you working today? -No, and I'm already late.

-As always. -Yes, as always.

-Don't be late for lunch. -No, I'll be back at one.

-Bye. -Bye.

Are you leaving like that? Don't you remember?

Ah, yes. Saha, darling.

Buy her milk and feed her. Be nice.

It's late. What's he doing?

As usual, chatting away.

I'll see if he's coming.

If I get my hands on her...

I'll crush you!

I'm late. You're angry. I'm sorry.

-No. -Yes.

It's about Saha. She stole the meat.

I don't believe it. She never steals anything.

You must have forgotten to give her milk.

-I'm sure you forgot? -You're looking for excuses.

I don't count.

Your painting, your friends, the model, the cat...

-I'm almost a stranger. -What are you saying?

You're an egotist.

You never let me enter your life.

You leave me out of everything.

But you're different, dear. I love you as you are, understand?

More than anything, more than work. You're my serenity.

-You don't even remember what day it is. -What day is it?

My name day.

You're so bourgeois. Who cares about that?

-Did you make lunch? -You know there's nothing left.

Saha ruined it all.

There's only spaghetti left.

Saha, dear.

My egotist, my gourmet, my queen.

You're a real devil.

It started well...

but I'm not in good form.

Straighten yourself, you look like a blob.

But I've been like this for two hours.

-It won't be long now. -I'm thirsty.

-Camilla! -Coming!

I lost my touch after three months.

I want to paint you in sienna and black only.

Basically you're red and black.

But that would look too vulgar.

I'll show you all red and black.

The ideal would be to paint with just one colour, like Van Gogh.

-We'll get there. -Sure, we'll get there.

Bring water, please, she's thirsty.

Camille, make me coffee.

I'm dead tired, can't do more.

Could you give me a light?

Let me see your mouth. Smile.

No, it was better before.

-There's already sugar in it. -Thanks.

You've worked a lot today.

But...

Excuse me, but...

Leave me in peace, dear. I'm dead tired.

Rosine, remind me to buy turpentine.

What's she doing to the cat?

Come here, darling.

You don't understand cats.

They're not common animals.

They're noble and dignified.

The pharaohs adored them like gods.

I'm so tired.

The male was a symbol of liberty.

-Maybe, but for me the cat's a traitor. -What are you talking about? Shut up.

Stop, I can't work like this.

You must have something to do in the kitchen. Go.

Leave me in peace.

No, today it doesn't work.

I can't work in the atmosphere of this house.

Let's go for a walk. Look there, there's my sweater. Look for it.

-This one? -Yes.

You've got lots of dignity, right?

We'll see.

I've had lots of dignity.

Go!

Saha fell off the terrace. If she's alright, it's a miracle.

Oh, poor little thing. Saha, try to walk.

She fell six floors.

She landed on the blinds on the second floor.

She bounced like a ball. The janitor didn't understand.

And then she was all flat and didn't move anymore.

We should call the vet, maybe.

-Don't cry. -I'm not crying.

I didn't know you cared so much. Don't worry, nothing bad happened.

It's strange though. Cat's aren't clumsy normally.

It's our fault. When we turn them into pets, they lose their reflexes.

Does she have a bump on her head? Touch here.

She's scared. She's in shock.

-Where did you touch her? -I didn't touch her.

-I don't understand. Try again. -No, I'm afraid.

She was angry.

No, no, look how nice she is with me.

But why are her paws wet?

Do you know what that means? It means she's been afraid.

She's been afraid.

It's sweat caused by fear.

It's the only reason they sweat.

Stop!

I understand.

It was you, wasn't it?

She hurt her claws trying to grab the wall.

You surprised her sleeping.

You didn't even fight with her.

No, you have no marks.

She accused you when I told you to touch her.

And so I saw you for what you are.

You marry a woman, but she's not how you thought she was.

You're a monster.

Why did you want to kill this animal?

Why did you do it, why?

If it was another woman, I'd understand.

But a cat... No, you're not jealous.

You're envious.

You can't stand other people's qualities.

You're consumed by envy.

You envy me because I paint.

You envy my friends because they're talented.

You envy Saha because of her beauty and her serenity.

You're envious of everything and everyone.

How can I still live with you?

You're envious... envious... envious...

Show us what you can do!

Don't be afraid! Hit them!

Hit your favourite puppet.

Brave soldier, excellent shot! Here's your lucky charm.

Now a hero to knock down Gluttony.

You should have a bone to pick with Gluttony, sir.

Vienna sausages are good, but they take some digesting.

Here's a ball for Gluttony.

Persevere, big guy. You don't get rid of Gluttony as easy as that.

He's been your master for 30 years. He adopted you when you were a baby.

Another ball!

Another one.

-And that's good riddance to Gluttony. GLUTTONY

-Alright? -Alright.

-You're dead. -Good, I hate bridge.

-I love it. -It fits your age.

-Are you going to leave us in peace? -I won't say a word anymore.

Hello, Henri. Are you dead?

Yes, indeed, godmother. And you'll soon follow me into the grave.

He's right, aunt. Those pastries will kill you.

They're suicidal.

Headline: The baroness has been found dead at the bottom of a pastry.

After me the deluge.

Gluttony is my little weakness.

Do you call that little?

-I know a story about gluttony. -There we go.

We've already heard the story about your grandfather.

-Everybody knows that story. -I don't.

-See? -You'll know it soon enough.

Go ahead.

And then we'll have peace.

At the end of the previous century, my grandfather Antonin...

Handsome Antonin as he was called in the family...

was a country doctor in a deserted district.

Believing in progress, he owned an automobile.

In the eyes of the locals, this made him appear odd, if not mad.

One night, his car broke down in a deserted spot.

It was winter and freezing. The car wouldn't start.

He had resigned himself to a night out...

when he was a light in the distance.

Was it a mirage?

He ran towards it.

-Hi. -Hi.

-I'm the doctor from Russac. -Nobody's ill here.

-I've had a break-down. -What?

-My car. -Ah, nothing like a horse.

Quite so. Can you give me shelter?

Warm yourself.

Cow and bull.

I was just in time.

Wife, come up here.

Take off his boots.

It's hot.

It is.

Hungry?

I've not eaten since this morning.

There's soup.

Give him some.

Give him something to drink.

We don't drink wine.

That doesn't matter.

Some cheese?

A little.

-Like this? -Not so much!

It's delicious. A great cheese!

Yes.

I've never eaten anything like it. Do you make it yourself?

-Of course. -But how?

That's my secret.

It's wonderful!

It's creamy... and yet spicy...

I never expected anything like this.

Never enjoyed anything so much.

I'm glad I had a break-down.

-More? -No, put it away!

It's time for bed.

-He doesn't want it. -A pity, it was wonderful!

The storm will last all night.

-You've only got the one room? -Right.

I'll sleep in the stable. My coat will keep me warm.

We're not savages. There's only one bed, but it's big.

Let's get to bed.

Aren't you undressing?

Yes.

-Ready? -Yes.

To bed then.

First your wife, then us. I mean, me next to you.

-My place is next to the wall. -Yes, that's his place.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

After you.

-Are you coming? -Yes.

You'll fall out.

Come closer. I don't mind.

He's asleep.

So it seems.

You can put out the lamp.

It's certainly raining hard.

It's a storm.

-He sleeps soundly. -Yes.

-Can't you sleep? -No.

I know what you're thinking.

You can, if you want to.

-Can do what? -Don't feel embarrassed.

I tell you, you can if you want to.

-You're crazy. -He won't know.

And I won't tell.

I should hope not.

Don't you want to?

Don't deprive yourself.

No, thank you.

You'll sleep better afterwards.

It would please me too.

Go on, I tell you!

Right.

Throw the balls! Hit them!

Thank you, madam. Thank you, sir.

Everyone has his sin, everyone has his turn.

A ball for you, Mr. President? Don't despise passing pleasures.

I know, you only play bridge.

But popular games have their charm.

And who knows, with one little ball, you may find your youth again.

Pride! Pride! Go on, knock it down.

Sin of the great, virtue of the poor.

PRIDE

Not too heavy?

Dead things don't weigh much.

-You are gloomy. -There's nothing sad about death.

Wait.

Too late.

They're slipping.

I'm sure he saw me. What will he say?

-That we're a couple of misers. -Misers?

You only say that to please me.

-Isabelle! -No, don't greet her.

But it's been a year.

I can't shake hands holding the wood.

Hello, Anne-Marie!

Sorry, I'm crippled with rheumatism.

-Have you been home long? -Since yesterday morning.

Rumour has it you're engaged.

-My fianc� arrives here Sunday. -Can we see him?

Mother's giving a dance. You'll come, won't you?

We were planning a little party.

If you'd asked your mother, she'd have told you how rarely we go out.

-You won't come, Anne-Marie? -Yes, of course.

I'd love to.

We'll see.

We'd be delighted to see you.

I'm sure you would be. Goodnight.

A fine thing... inviting them to your ball like that.

-No one invites them now. -Why not?

You only need to look at them these days.

-You seem gay. -Frightfully gay.

Henri!

What are you doing here?

The hunting season's starting soon.

So I've been visiting the Castle.

Yes, you have a castle.

You'd have yours if you had any brains.

I prefer having neither. Looking for something?

The light.

Don't waste energy. There isn't any.

Still cut off?

Not still, but again. I specialise in power cuts.

-Anne-Marie, some heat. -Got any matches?

Here.

Aren't you ashamed to see your sister collect wood?

No, at least you're trying to work.

Pardon me, but we do work.

-For the Grand Bazaar. -I know, I know.

You're bound to be exploited.

You always are when you work.

I made it one day when nothing seemed to go right.

I thought it'd be horrid, but it's quite pretty.

-I think so too. -It's yours.

-Thanks. -And you accept it?

She gave it to me.

Anne-Marie... I came here to ask you something.

I'm speaking to Anne-Marie! I'm not asking for your opinion.

Anne-Marie, your aunt and I are very fond of you.

The children need somebody. Would you look after them?

-So there are no maids in Paris? -I didn't ask your opinion!

It was a question.

I'd like to know if after cleaning up after your charming brats...

My daughter... your niece...

will be admitted to your august table?

She'd eat with the children.

I understand.

Reply. You're free.

One moment. Anne-Marie...

You have the loveliest eyes in the world, but you're shut up here.

Like fireworks in a cellar!

You'll never marry on account of your mother.

Come to Paris!

You know what'll happen to you here?

-You will become ugly! -Ugly? You're crazy.

It's a selfish world, Anne-Marie.

But you risk losing everything by being held and devoured...

by the most selfish woman who ever existed.

Me?

Yes, you.

Anne-Marie, is this true?

-Yes. -Then you accept?

-No. -I don't understand.

Everyone's selfish, you say. So am I.

My one joy is to live with this lady, my mother.

And I won't give that up.

She needs me, certainly, but I need her quite as much.

Do you want her to come with me?

I refuse to eat at his table, because he has never dined here.

It's too bad.

That settles it. You don't want my mother, but I do.

You're very kind.

May I keep the matches? It'll save going out again.

-Think it over. -I've no brains.

And you?

I have to think for both of us, so I must stay.

Elizabeth. The electricity bill?

2,348 francs.

-Very kind of you. Want the change? -Come on.

Anyway, I haven't got it.

Uncle Henri!

Thank you.

I'm not offended.

And I'm not as forsaken as you imagine.

I've been invited to the biggest dance of the season.

-And you'll go? -Of course.

Good.

What are you thinking about?

This dance...

High time, too.

-What now? -I've a letter to write.

My dear Isabelle...

I should have been...

very happy�

to accept�

your invitation to the dance.

You're sure?

You have a dress.

But what about everything else? And anyway...

If you'd accepted the job your uncle offered...

Isabelle wouldn't invite you.

Since I won't go anyway, where's the advantage?

To be invited...

and to refuse.

Unfortunately...

"Unfortunately" what?

Don't say I'm ill.

I won't go, but you must do your share.

Very well, I'm ill.

But not too badly.

No, just enough for one evening.

If I were you, before I mailed that...

I'd wait to receive a proper invitation.

You're right.

Lucky you didn't send it.

A nice fool you'd have looked, refusing before you were invited.

Yes, quite a fool.

That's something saved.

-What's left of the 3000 francs? -Almost all.

-True, we made it last 3 days. -The bazaar paid me.

But the coal?

That just about paid for it.

It's idiotic, but I can't do without the radio.

I don't mind the light, but I miss the radio.

Anne-Marie, pay the electricity.

I need the money for something else.

-For what? -To go to Isabelle's dance.

Are you crazy?

I was never calmer or saner.

I have one dress left, and uncle's money will pay for the rest.

But they haven't invited you.

That's why I'm going.

I had gladly given up the idea...

but now, nothing will stop me.

It's madness. After what you told me, you still dare to think of dances.

They force me to do so.

You'll look silly in that old dress.

Tonight, the others will look silly.

No airs, please!

You want to dance, that's all it is.

I said I intended to go, not that I wanted to dance.

You'd go where you're not wanted?

Then you don't know what pride is.

Perhaps they didn't invite you from discretion.

They know things are difficult for us.

Are you defending them now?

Well, you know... we can't afford to make a scandal in our position.

We may need their help some day.

You really believe what you said?

I'm an old woman, Anne-Marie.

When you've fallen as low as we have...

you lose the right to be insolent.

Then this will be my last bit of luxury.

You shan't spend our last penny on fripperies!

Let me pass!

-No! Give me that money. -No!

I'll go without stockings.

-Pick it up! -I'm not ashamed.

Go and buy your stockings.

My darling.

You know, mother...

I'm sorry about the radio.

-It's good to see you again, miss. -Likewise...

-Gabrielle. -Likewise, Gabrielle.

No ticket, thanks. I'm not staying.

Why? It's very gay upstairs.

But I don't feel very gay.

When you don't feel gay, a ball's not the right place.

Excuse me a moment.

Mummy.

-She can't stay. -I did ask her.

Did she get an invitation? No, so...

Perhaps she thought it was enough.

Badly brought up or insolent. Or both.

I'm glad you came, Anne-Marie.

Your invitation came so late, I didn't have time to reply.

-Do you remember Anne-Marie, daddy? -I believe so.

I only came to thank you, I can't stay. My mother is not very well.

She asks you to excuse her.

Isn't that De Palli�res' daughter?

Magnificent. You're so original.

It really is little Anne-Marie.

What an idea. To think of it. To invite little De Palli�res...

When I remember that last year I decided against it.

Why, it's a master-stroke! A mistress-stroke, I mean, of course.

I must tell everybody.

Once again, you've taught us a lesson, and with such grace.

-It's nothing. -It gave her such pleasure.

She's leaving!

-You're not going already? -My mother is waiting.

-You haven't even danced. -True.

Let me take you to the buffet.

-I'm not hungry, thanks. -Well, a drink, then?

Not thirsty, either.

You will insult us if you leave so soon.

-Insult? -Yes.

If you don't consider me too old...

-Two insults would be too much. -Two?

-I've already insulted you once. -How?

By coming here.

Won't you dance anymore?

-You're charming. -But forgotten.

And unexpected.

That's the word.

You'll keep me company, at least?

-It's awful. -You think so?

You don't have to be polite.

-Haven't you got a better champagne? -Excuse me, sir.

Your father would never have allowed such champagne in his house.

Not even for his guests.

Was it really such a fine house?

I didn't have good taste in those days.

And I've had no chance to develop it since.

You won't develop it here.

None of it is very good.

Apart from the caviar. Have you tried some?

Yes, of course.

Those little mandarins... Try one, as a favour to me.

Is it going well? Are you pleased?

Especially with the champagne. Congratulations.

Taste one. They're delicious.

-What is it, dear? -My emerald's gone!

Those old settings. It's a mistake to keep them, they're not safe.

Can we help? Did you lose something?

Yes, my emerald.

Are you certain you lost your stone here?

More than certain. I had it a minute ago.

Be careful!

I saw it as I was talking to the waiter.

You had it when you asked for another drink.

-I suggest we move the table. -Go ahead, J�r�me.

Let's stay calm.

-Let's not get worked up. -I'm not getting worked up.

It must be somewhere.

-What's going on? -We lost something.

Please don't come in. Please.

Continue dancing.

A crime has been committed.

Music!

-Don't be an idiot. -I can smell the emerald!

Are you sure about the barman?

Sure... sure...

You're right. He has to be searched.

-That's embarrassing. -Not if we search everybody.

It doesn't embarrass me if they search me.

If you allow me, I'll even search you.

Are you sure you lost the stone here?

We already said that.

-With only these people present? -I think so.

There was also Major... what's his name?

That's true, but the Major...

Everyone must be searched!

-Present it as tactfully as you can. -How?

Tell the truth. Say it's for the barman.

Nothing... innocent!

Shoes too.

Excuse me, dear friend.

It's your house, and you must do as you think right.

You're tickling!

Stockings too. Like the customs.

Not me!

Not me.

Anne-Marie, if anyone doesn't have the right to...

What's that supposed to mean?

Never mind that! No one else has objected.

I do.

Don't make us regret inviting you.

What's in my handbag is my business.

Anne-Marie, you're not a thief.

Yes!

-Sandwiches. -We owe her an apology.

It hasn't spoilt your appetite.

I'm so sorry about this incident.

What incident?

Music... for Heaven's sake!

-Have you done well? -Not too badly for an amateur.

-What did you tell them? --I told them some stories.

I should use you every day.

I have other things to do.

Pity.

-25, 50. -Thanks.

A lucky charm.

This idea of the seven capital sins is a new one.

It's old as the world.

True, the priests used it first.

That reminds me, I forgot the eighth.

An eighth capital sin? You're pulling my leg.

It's not in the catechism. It's the "unknown sin".

Stop joking.

Listen. Imagine a shady quarter...

With a sadistic laugh, the little hunchback...

informs them everything is ready. They may enter at last.

They all hurry out. Are you following me?

Every word you say.

-Do you find it interesting? -Get on with it.

I'll continue.

The Cardinal in his red robe looks down at his feet.

He seems in a trance.

And what is he doing?

He is posing.

That's all... posing at the top of a step-ladder.

He is only a dressed-up model.

Like the fake mandarin, the schoolgirl, the false society woman.

That's the eighth, the unknown sin.

To see ill where it doesn't exist, to imagine sin.

There's no police for evil thoughts.

To think ill of my Cardinal...

Shame on you.

And you. Didn't you sin?

Perhaps you expected to hear about an orgy.

When they were just doing their daily job.

Perhaps you're a little disappointed at not seeing a nice new sin?

Goodnight and no hard feelings!