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Getting a good look?

Get dressed!

Hello, Miss Mortoni. Up already?

I work best in the morning.

Looks like another beautiful day.

Well, thank you, Miss Mortoni.

Goodbye, Roger.

- Finished exposing yourself? - Drop dead!

The madam is an old bag. She's a real pain in the neck.

Alfred says hello to the madam.

Arthur says hello to her. Jules says hello to the madam.

Everyone says hello to the madam.

The madam sure is an awful bore.

You're much prettier than the madam.

- Can I help with the dishes? - No.

Why not? I'm not proud.

I don't want you to.

- So you don't want me to help? - Why should you?

I love to put away dishes.

Okay. After all, you are the madam's son.

"Alfred says hello to the madam."

Excuse me.

- You smell good, Julie. - Sure, like dishwater.

It intoxicates me.

Mr Richard, you'll miss Mass.

- What did you say? - Mass. It's getting late.

I've got five minutes. I'll finish this stack.

Mr Richard, your mother is waiting. You'll make her angry.

Julie...

- Ready? - Yes.

- Hurry, we're late. - Are you going?

Of course. What a question!

I thought your so-called fiancé was coming here. Not waiting for him?

I'll see him later.

"God comes first!"

I approve of your choice.

Laszlo is a very nice boy.

Except that he needs a dry-cleaning.

Can he at least kiss properly?

Let's go. It's late.

Does he touch you... Does he... Well, you know what I mean.

How do you feel when he holds you tight?

The dance between the sexes is such an enjoyable thing.

Anyone home?

Is anyone home?

- Anyone home? - I'm coming.

- Where's the madam? - At Mass.

- And the miss? - At Mass with Mr Richard.

- And the madam's husband? - He's getting dressed. He'll be right down.

Oh, Julie.

- Oh, Julie! - What?

Bring me some grub! I'm starving!

- Who's knitting? - The madam.

You'll undo the stitches!

- How are you, Laszlo? - Hello, Henri.

- Been here long? - No, just arrived.

Julie, do my room. Then you're free to go.

Yes, sir.

Laszlo, nothing's changed.

They're at Mass, so I'll slip off to see Léda.

Awful.

I know, but what else can I do?

Leave your wife.

Don't start that again.

Do you find her beautiful? Do you find her intelligent?

She's no fool.

Do you find her kind, generous,

pleasant, affectionate, unselfish?

You think she's a lot of fun, right?

- Then pack your bags. I'll drive you. - You know I can't.

- Why? - Because of all this.

Leaving Thérèse means leaving this house, my children,

a comfortable income, my vineyards...

You mean, you'll stay for a few barrels of wine?

As for the rest, it's not worth talking about.

If Elisabeth marries me, she'll leave you anyway.

As for your job, you'll find another.

Between us, missing a few meals wouldn't hurt you. It builds character.

- You're being harsh. - No, you're a sucker.

Fine way to talk to your future father-in-law.

You deserve it.

And what does Léda think?

Léda has left it entirely to me. She never talks about it.

Your wife would nag a lot.

Laszlo.

- I'm afraid of the unknown. - That's obvious.

I'm 45 already. Try to understand me.

If I suddenly lost everything...

Do you have anything to lose? I'd have chucked it all long ago.

- Even Elisabeth? - Even Elisabeth, if I were her father.

I'm tired. Let's change the subject.

- All right, how's business? - Oh, go to hell!

- Excuse me, I'm late. - Say hello to Léda.

Thanks. See you later.

Julie! Julie!

- Julie, where's my breakfast? - I was busy.

Then get to it now! I want some boiled eggs, toast, jam,

goat cheese and a cold chicken wing!

- Didn't you eat yesterday? - No, I saved my appetite.

Enough yakking. I want action!

I'm out of chicken.

Don't tell me any stories, and don't skimp on the portions.

- Oh, you! - I'll be outside.

Bring me a pitcher of wine, too.

- Hello, Mother-in-law. - I see you haven't lost your appetite.

I adore eating, drinking, smoking. I've all the vices.

- You're so amusing. - Sit down. We'll dig in together.

May I make a remark? It's more correct to say "eat" than "dig in",

especially to your fiancée's mother.

All right, let's eat.

How's your appetite?

So-so.

- You drink in the morning? - Yes, why?

Oh, nothing.

- Is everything else okay? - Yes, thank you.

- A little snifter? - What a question!

- Yes, then. - Of course not.

- I never have wine before lunch. - Okay, forget I said anything.

Congratulations on your eggs.

That's grain-fed chickens. You don't get them like that in Paris.

What joy!

This sunshine! This air! This perfume!

These hills! These trees! These birds!

These soft-boiled eggs!

This charming young girl! Thérèse, I believe in God.

Handsome couple.

- A pretty picture. - What did you see?

- You know. - Be quiet.

- Why? I don't see what's wrong. - Be quiet!

Better give up, Thérèse.

- Well? - I can't complain.

Henri, must you really gloat after seeing that creature?

She's my happiness.

But you needn't inflict such a scene on me.

Let's talk about something else.

She makes you that happy?

- Let's talk about something else. - Answer me.

Let's not fight in public.

Oh, don't mind me.

Like I'd think twice in front of him!

I hope you will in front of the children.

I'm going back to Léda.

Excuse me. You can explain things. You'll find a way.

They needn't know I'm with "that creature".

- Dad! - How are you, Richard?

Dad.

Hi, Dad.

Excuse me. I'm finishing breakfast.

What's going on? You could hear a pin drop.

We could if you made less noise eating.

I'm making noise?

Oh, not that much.

Now I'm making noise. Let me show you what happens when I drink.

You're revolting!

I was trying to show you real eating noises.

My poor child, I pity you.

No one can say anything around here.

Henri, you'll be late.

I've got a few minutes.

Where are you going?

- To Mass. - Dad's going to Mass!

Go, Henri. Don't let me detain you.

- Why this act? - What act?

You know what I mean. Everyone knows. Why hide it?

- Laszlo, please! - Not in front the children.

- Face up to it. It's simpler. - Enough! Nobody asked your opinion.

Well, you know how I feel.

Pack your bags, Henri.

Poor dear, what do you expect of him?

You don't understand.

Really? I don't? Isn't this spite?

Would a man in his right mind do such a thing?

You really find him presentable?

You're so fastidious, and yet you can stand his greasy pullovers?

Do you like the way he talks to me?

It's his right to dislike me,

but can you forgive what he said while gorging so disgustingly?

I don't understand.

He's pushing your father into that creature's arms.

He's wrecking our home, and you accept all this?

You think he'll marry you? My poor child!

It's something else he wants, and once he gets it, he'll disappear.

Maybe he's got it already.

Come in.

- Who is it? - It's me.

- I'm coming. - You're crazy!

I thought you knew I was a boy.

That's a beautiful little outfit. It looks good on you.

- What's wrong? - I don't love you any more.

- Listen to that! - I'm serious.

Tell me what's going on, sweetheart.

We're finished, and stop being so informal.

I can kiss you only if I'm formal?

I'm not joking.

- This idiocy is your mother's doing. - I won't see you any more.

That's your mother talking, all right.

It's useless to ask you to respect people,

- but I resent... - "How you talk to my mother."

Come on, what's up?

Is it because of what I said at breakfast?

You were...

- Because I told the truth? - No, because of Léda.

You brought her here, to my father. It's all your fault.

You're wrong. I arrived after her, after she decided to live here.

I turned up, and I met you. That's all. I didn't make your father fall for her,

but let me add that I understand why he did.

- Admit you've slept with her before. - No.

- You're lying. - I never lie.

- You approve of my father's actions? - Yes, absolutely.

I don't ever want to see you again. Please leave by tomorrow.

Listen...

Yes, sir?

- Two pastis. - Two pastis.

Vlado! What are you doing here?

No, speak French. It's more polite.

You're broke?

If you only knew...

I'll buy you a drink.

- Waiter! - Yes, sir?

- Two more pastis. - Two more pastis.

- With some croissants. - With some croissants.

Have you eaten?

Look.

What happened to my order?

Where's my order?

Two double pastis and three triples!

Now, listen to me.

Don't worry about grub any more. You'll eat at my friends'

They'll grumble, but what do you care?

- I do care a little. - No!

Yes, I do.

Here.

- You're crazy. - Here, I said.

- I don't want it. - Take it.

- I don't need it. - Come on, don't act proud.

Come on!

Come on! Come on! What a day! Come on!

Let's celebrate a bit! Come on! Celebrate!

Move out of the way! Come on!

Oh, what music!

I don't like barging in on people.

They're the parents of my fiancée. Well, almost.

What are you thinking about?

Dad.

I'm thinking about him, too,

about Mum,

about Laszlo, about you,

about Léda Mortoni, about Julie

and about myself.

I feel sorry for Laszlo.

I mainly feel sorry for Mum.

I'm very broadminded. This is the twentieth century. I'm not a prude.

Even at the beach, I...

But standing at a window half-undressed is worse than being naked.

- Yes, madam. - The gardener complained.

- Yes, madam. - Don't you wear a nightgown?

It's too hot. Anyway, I haven't one.

I insist that you wear one. You may take one of mine.

But, madam, I sleep alone.

Precisely. It's a good habit to have for later on.

By the way, that young man who delivers the milk...

- It's you? - I won't take much time.

- Great. Do you understand? - Yes, madam.

Serve lunch on the hour.

- Feeling better? - Yeah.

- Relieved? - That's no concern of yours.

- I'm your wife, Henri. - "I'm your wife, Henri."

- I'm fed up with your theatrics. - We still sleep together.

It makes me ill.

You want your freedom?

My freedom? More than anything.

Are you serious? Are you being serious?

Who's that?

A friend of Laszlo, I suppose.

- Did you invite him? - Of course not.

It's incredible bringing guests without permission.

I knew it would happen. Soon we'll be invaded.

There's plenty to eat.

You mean his friend is going to have lunch here?

- Why not? - Never! I'll tell him a thing or two.

- Don't yell from the window. It's vulgar. - I'm going down.

Stay here. Let him eat at our place.

We have more important matters to discuss. You just mentioned my freedom.

What did you mean by that?

Of course, I didn't mean divorce. You know that's not an option.

- You'd be surprised. - Not an option.

Nothing's stopping me from walking out and getting a divorce.

- You know that's impossible, Henri. - Why?

Henri, if you left me to live with that girl,

I'd never leave you in peace.

I'd follow you everywhere. I'd hound you in public.

I'd insult you. I wouldn't care what people thought of me.

You couldn't go to a hotel.

You couldn't go to a restaurant or a theatre.

You couldn't go anywhere.

Your life would be unbearable. Be realistic, Henri.

Then what do you propose?

- A deal. - What kind?

You'll live here, but you can see her whenever you like

as long as there's no scandal.

You can sneak off in the woods and kiss like the skunks outside.

I'm doing that already. You're not offering me anything new.

Wait. In return, I'll leave you alone.

We'll never discuss your infidelities

or your indifference to me

or your life in general. Beyond these walls, you just won't exist.

That's better, but what do you get out of it?

That's my business.

I won't let a redhead deprive me of this house,

the security for which I've struggled for years and these vineyards.

What people will do for wine! Your reasons don't interest me.

- What do I do in return? - You help me.

- With what? - You help me save your daughter.

Big words! What are you plotting?

Maybe they're big words, but it's worth it. Elisabeth is happy.

- You've got your perfect love... - What do you want?

I don't want her to marry Laszlo.

- Go to hell. - What?

- I said, go to hell. - You'd let her ruin her life?

- I like Laszlo. - Sure, he's useful to you,

- but what about how he treats me? - Shut up!

He's a bum, a dirty bum!

He never said what he does for a living. Elisabeth will starve.

No, I won't separate them. On the contrary... Shut up, Thérèse!

Henri, you accept my offer, or it's goodbye to your redhead.

I swear I'm not joking!

Either Laszlo leaves tonight, or you'll never see your redhead again.

- Who are you to talk like that? - I forbid you...

Considering what you are,

how dare you even mention Léda?

- I'm your wife, Henri. - No, you're nothing to me.

You're something I despise.

You're hateful, ugly, stupid, hypocritical, cowardly

and old! So old!

You sum up everything I hate.

I'm your wife, Henri, the mother of your children.

Shut up! Do you think you're beautiful?

See what I think of my wife, mother of my children!

Do you think you're desirable? Could any man want you?

Take a good look. How do you like yourself?

Léda is marvellous.

This morning, I went to take her for a walk in the country.

Where are you going?

I have some errands to do in town.

- Want to take me along? - No.

Why? Are you angry?

- A little. - Why, my darling?

Tell me why. I'm mad about you.

Each minute away from you is intolerable.

- Do you believe me? - Yes.

I'm not really angry, just a little sad.

Sad? So am I.

We'll do the errands later. Let's just walk, shall we?

- Henri. - Yes?

Do you really love me?

Do you think many people know about our...

How is it called? There are words I just hate.

Do many people know we're in love?

Not very many.

- Who? - I don't know.

Thérèse, Laszlo. That's it, as far as I know.

- And your children? - I don't think so.

- What would you do if they knew? - Nothing.

- And if they stopped you? - They've no right.

You're so beautiful, my love.

I'd like to carry a mirror

to show you your mouth,

your teeth, your nose, your hair.

I would never stop admiring you.

Then you'd know how I feel. You'd be sorry for me.

Henri, I've never asked you

what you intend to do with me.

I can't help thinking that all this must come to an end.

Why?

Don't make me say obvious things

about your wife, your children and your home.

Those are not things you can abandon easily.

And that house next to mine, it's terrible for me.

I can't stand the sight of it any more.

No matter where I try to look, I can't tear my eyes from it.

It poisons my happiness.

You asked if I was angry. It's not that at all.

I keep looking through the walls of your house.

I see you walking through the rooms, closing the doors,

bidding your wife goodnight, going to bed.

- Stop talking. - Sooner or later, we'll be found out.

- I don't care. - Maybe so, but it won't be pleasant.

Smirks and silent stares, you can't fight such things.

- We'll go away. - Perhaps. I'll wait and see.

I can't help being happy.

We're not in such an unusual situation.

Others have found a way out. It'll be all right. You'll see.

- Aren't you happy now? - I am.

Let's not think of anything.

Come on.

- Well? - I can't complain.

Henri, must you really gloat after seeing that creature?

She's my happiness.

Pack your bags, Henri.

Come, Léda.

- What happened? Why'd you come back? - Come, I'll explain later.

- What is it? - I can't stand them any more!

Don't be so nervous. Tell me all about it. Take your time.

Listen to me. I know I haven't much willpower.

I know it.

- Let's go to Aix. - Why?

If we're seen there together, I'll be compromised.

I've decided to leave Thérèse.

We'll stir up a scandal, and I'll have to make the final break.

We'll kiss in front of Mrs Leveuf as soon as she appears.

- She's here. - Here she is.

- She's coming. - Ah, Mrs Leveuf.

How else can I show you I love you?

Look who's here!

Poor Laszlo. Things don't seem to be going well.

We're completely drunk.

- Not a pretty sight. - I'm not pretty?

By the way, meet my friend, Vlado.

He's flat broke, so I'd like you to invite him to lunch.

Well, that was direct. With pleasure.

My respects, madam. Good day, sir.

What's this? You two together in public?

- What's wrong with that? - Don't kid me!

I'll be quite frank. We want to be seen together.

Why?

To show some changes have taken place in the Marcoux family.

Great! Give us a hug!

We've got to celebrate this. Let's go to your place.

- Good idea. - What you've done is terrific!

- Say, your daughter is through with me. - We'll fix that.

Smile! Happiness awaits you.

Prepare your glasses!

Léda is talented, isn't she? You did all this?

I have to earn a living.

Come on, have a drink.

- No, I'm already drunk. - Drink, I said!

- Friends, I'm a happy man. - So am I.

So you leave tomorrow.

Yes, I'm packing my bags this afternoon,

and I mean it literally.

Since I have a very nasty character,

I can't wait to see the faces of certain people.

Let's start plotting. How will you announce it?

Very simply. I'll say, "Goodbye, Thérèse.

"Keep the vineyards and the house. We'll split the bank account. I'm going."

That'll be fun! To your health, Thérèse!

You're really in a bad way, Laszlo.

ldiot, you scared me.

You're beautiful.

I think I've been clear.

Very clear! Your romance is over! I'll tell her a few things.

- Sure, why not? - She'll leave, I promise you.

Actually, we're both leaving.

My poor Thérèse, it's over.

Your reign is over.

I feel sorry for you, poor old Thérèse.

Let's have lunch.

- Weren't you out? - No, I was listening to music in my room.

Thank you.

Wait for me! Come on! Come on!

Wait for me. I won't hurt you, I swear.

I don't understand. Why?

"Prizes were awarded to the star pupils of the conservatory.

"'You are the cultural yeast of France,'

"they were told by the director."

Leave me alone. I'm late. Are you crazy?

- Do me a favour, honey. - What?

I left something at Miss Mortoni's.

- Then get it. - I don't have a key.

- I'll lend you mine. - No, I'd rather you went.

You work for her. I've no business there. Be a pal.

- And who will serve lunch? You? - It'll take two minutes.

- What did you forget? - Two empty bottles in the kitchen.

All right, I'll go.

Let me go!

"Chased in Marseilles, expelled from Perpignan,

"the prostitutes from the Mediterranean coast

"will not find refuge on the streets of Paris.

"They are not wanted there, either."

"Yet negotiations have begun

"between the Côte d'Azur and Paris."

I know two cuties who'd love to return to Paris.

Article Six of the new edict of December 23 is indeed harsh.

Where's the food? Is it coming?

I hear you're starved as well?

I'm used to it, madam.

That's no reason to keep me waiting. Grub! We're dying!

You're drunk.

That's right.

Richard, don't read at the table.

- What did you say? - Don't read now.

- Lunch isn't served yet. - Right. I'll go see what's going on.

Meanwhile, let's sit down.

Good idea. It'll incite the roast to come.

- Don't read by the table! - At table we eat.

Bullshit!

- Let's have fun! - Leave me alone!

- Stupid fool! - You're so cute!

Let me go!

The morning, at your window,

you were not in such a rush!

Madam!

- What's the matter? Are you ill? - Miss Mortini has been killed.

What?

Someone's killed Miss Mortoni.

You have seen Miss Mortoni and she's dead?

It's awful, madam.

She's lying on the floor, and the house is a wreck.

She tried to fight her murderer.

Who said she was murdered?

Everything there is upside down. It's awful. She was so nice.

Are you sure she's dead?

Don't go, Henri.

Henri, I forbid you to go!

Robert.

Please tell these people to back up.

- Two lumps? - Yes.

- Milk? - No, not today.

- Do you feel all right? - Yes.

Well, not altogether. Now the scandal will break.

What difference does it make?

I'm thinking of you and your sister.

You'll have to find the courage to bear your father's faults.

He's still your father. You mustn't judge him.

Sure, Mum.

- I'll have to start my knitting all over again. - Like Penelope.

That hoodlum undid all my stitches.

I will never abandon your father. We'll overcome this together.

- And if people scorn us... - Here comes the inspector.

Watch what you say.

- Madam. - Sit down, please.

Thank you.

- Would you like a cup of tea? - I don't take tea, madam.

I regret that this must be an official visit,

but you realise that a crime is not a friendly occasion for eating treats.

This case, I know, is a painful one,

but I cannot hush up anything despite my regard for your husband.

Answer me frankly. Shall we ask your son to leave?

No, he knows everything. I want him to hear you.

Very well.

Was your husband on intimate terms with Miss Mortoni?

Yes.

I won't ask what you think of her. I can guess.

Do you know how she happened to come here?

As you know, many artists buy homes here.

I think she came here from Japan. Her father was a sort of diplomat there.

What was her reputation?

Must I say any more?

As her neighbour, you have an idea how she lived.

Did she have many friends?

Well, there was my husband

and a certain Laszlo Kovacs she met in Japan.

Heaven only knows how.

Tell me about him.

Oh, that's easy enough.

He comes here often. My husband's crazy idea.

He courts my daughter. In short, he makes himself at home.

I'll see him later.

I suppose he followed Miss Mortoni here.

Yes, she introduced him to Henri.

You don't seem to like him.

I won't lie. He's an odd character.

I'll question you later about your husband.

Will there be a scandal?

It's inevitable, but you're beyond reproach.

At least, I hope so, dear madam.

It's ridiculous!

Understand, I'm only doing my job.

By the way, where were you this morning?

- At Mass. - So you were back early.

You know, the crime was committed much later,

just before the body was found.

- Really? - That makes you a suspect.

You had a motive, too. I must put you on the hot seat, madam.

You hated Miss Mortoni, didn't you?

Oh, not really.

Any questions, Hamon?

What do you know about Roger Tarta, the maid's boyfriend?

Understand me, Richard, I wouldn't hurt Laszlo.

I dislike him intensely, but if he's not guilty, he mustn't pay.

Guilty or not...

Don't say such things.

Mum, I didn't say anything.

They're ridiculous to suspect poor Roger.

- They suspect you, too. - Don't be silly. The inspector was joking.

He knows I couldn't do such a horrible thing.

Do you think I could?

Certainly not, Mum. The inspector is suspicious because it's his job.

This is too much. You're accusing your mother.

Oh, really, Mum.

What did you say about Roger Tarta?

I said, I don't think he's guilty.

- Then it's Laszlo. - Or a prowler.

As for your sister...

- What? - Nothing.

You need anything, Dad?

- Dad? - Yes?

Can I do anything?

I don't know how to say it, but I'm very sad.

Darling, I have nothing left,

no more future, no one. I'm finished.

- What about me? - You?

You'll leave me someday. I hate your mother.

I know I shouldn't say it, but I hate her. I wanted to leave her.

Now I haven't the strength to open the door and walk out.

Maybe later...

Later? You think that...

Don't think I'll ever forget.

I'll never forget. I've no interest in forgetting.

I don't want your encouragements.

Just love me. Love me very much, Elisabeth.

I do love you, Dad.

I didn't know anyone could be so unhappy.

If I could get my hands on the wretch who did this,

I'd tear him to pieces. I'd gouge his eyes out!

He murdered beauty.

That slimy vermin, that loser,

that foul insect dared touch my Léda.

Your mother may well have...

- Dad... - Be quiet!

Léda is dead.

Happy now? Exulting?

You'd better go. You've no more business here.

I can't. I'm being detained for the investigation.

You'll end up in prison, or with whatever fool willing to feed you.

Pack and go. That's a piece of friendly advice.

- Why? I'm suspected? - I've nothing to say to you.

One just can't help despising you.

Get out, you swine! Get out, or I'll denounce you!

First, I must see someone.

Are you sure?

Madam, they arrested Roger Tarta.

They won't hold him.

- Please do something. - What can I do?

Madam, I know him. He couldn't have...

Relax, Julie. He won't go to prison. I promise. He's not guilty.

- Really? How do you know? - I know.

- You're well informed. - Indeed.

Yes, I'm sure of it.

Wait here for me.

Elisabeth. Elisabeth.

- Go away. - Listen, it's serious.

- Get out! - Listen, now, I'm going to hurt you.

- What are you going to do? - I can't help it. You'll hate me.

- I don't understand. - Forgive me.

I love you.

Richard.

- Nice, huh? - Very nice.

- It's my favourite of Berlioz. - Mine, too.

What did you think of Léda? Did you like her?

- You mean physically? - Yeah.

Pretty. Splendid.

If she'd been younger or you'd been older, could you have loved her?

- No. - Why not?

I don't fall in love easily. In fact, I never fall in love. Never.

That's odd. Is there any reason why?

No reason. I just never fall in love.

Find your own explanation.

- Anyway, why should it interest you? - It interests me.

It interests you?

You don't like to discuss yourself, Richard?

Yes and no. Why discuss things that don't matter to me?

If you're so indifferent about your own intentions,

I can only imagine how you must feel about other people's.

Your father's, for instance.

You're tiring me.

Listen.

You really can't understand why your father loved Léda?

I said I thought she was pretty, pretty enough to eat.

- You like music? - Yeah.

Listen to this.

- Wonderful, isn't it? - Yes, it is.

How is the investigation going?

Well, the inspector's trying his best.

- It's stupid to suspect you. - Why?

You're not guilty.

Only you and I know that.

- What do you mean? - I'll tell you later.

What about your father's relationship with Léda?

- What relationship? - Don't pretend with me.

I may not look it, but I'm on my guard.

Get the hell out!

You're not wanted here any more, neither by Elisabeth nor my mother,

so you're taking it out on me, right?

- Why did you kill her, buddy? - How dare you be so familiar with me!

What got into you? I don't understand.

Louse! Why did you kill her?

She was beautiful and good, and you snuffed her out, you maniac!

I didn't do it!

- Were you in love with her? - Go away!

- No, you're going to tell me why. - Go away!

- Love does strange things to you. - No, I hated her.

- You're your mother's son, all right. - Don't mention my mother!

No, let's discuss your mother, Richard!

You bastard!

It's you!

- I didn't do anything. - Yes, it's you!

Why did you do it? You madman!

No! I won't say!

Why did you kill her?

Richard!

Richard!

Richard! Richard!

If you tell me, it'll remain between us.

I swear I won't tell the police.

Only your family will know, I promise.

Richard!

Richard, did he hurt you? Get the police, Elisabeth!

- No, not the police. - Get the police!

What did you say?

Not the police.

- Listen to me. - Filthy brute!

You must listen to me.

I'll close my eyes. I don't want to see you.

I killed Léda.

I was in my room.

I was listening to Mozart's Serenade in B Flat,

the record I bought yesterday.

I could hear you quarrelling next door, you and Dad.

- I'm your wife, Henri. - "I'm your wife, Henri."

- I'm fed up with your theatrics. - We still sleep together.

It makes me ill.

You want your freedom?

More than anything.

Are you serious? Are you being serious?

Who's that?

A friend of Laszlo, I suppose.

- Did you invite him? - Of course not.

It's incredible bringing guests without permission.

I knew it would happen. Soon we'll be invaded.

There's plenty to eat.

You mean his friend is going to have lunch here?

- Why not? - Never! I'll tell him a thing or two.

- Don't yell from the window. It's vulgar. - I'm going down.

Stay here. Let him eat at our place.

We have more important matters to discuss. You just mentioned my freedom.

What did you mean by that?

Of course, I didn't mean divorce. You know that's not an option.

Not an option.

Nothing's stopping me from walking out and getting a divorce.

- You know that's impossible, Henri. - Why?

- Who is it? - It's me.

Come in.

- How are you doing? - All right.

- What do you want? - I just wanted to see how you were.

Well, now you see.

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.

Either come in or go out.

All right, I'll see you later.

Richard, what brings you here?

Good day, miss. I just came to say hello.

- That's very nice of you. Sit down. - Thank you.

- I was admiring your things. - You like them?

Very much. You're not only beautiful but remarkably talented.

- Would you like a drink? - Gladly.

You have beauty and spirit. What do you lack?

One thing.

- What? - I can't tell you.

- Have you been here long? - A few minutes.

Why didn't I hear you come in?

You were in your bathroom. I knocked several times.

It doesn't matter.

You have a marvellous view here.

- It's the same as yours. - I never noticed it from our house.

Why did you come here, Richard?

To say hello.

- Is that all? - I wanted to see you.

- Why? - No reason. I just wanted to see you.

What a strange notion. Luckily, I don't believe you.

You're wrong.

I wanted very much to see you, to hear you,

to see how you live,

to see what you are.

And what's your conclusion?

I've just told you.

Even if you were the worst of women... No, that's not it.

I can't express my thoughts.

Answering you makes me furious.

Go on.

Whoever thinks badly of you must be mistaken,

and that makes me feel hopeless.

- Why? - Because you're my enemy.

- Certainly not, Richard. - Sure, and you know it.

But seeing you makes me realise that I'm wrong to be against you.

We're all wrong, Miss Mortoni.

My mother loves me. I love her.

But seeing you proves to me that not only is she not pretty,

she's not very kind, not very generous and not very smart, either.

Would you put a record on?

Yes.

Choose one yourself.

Listen.

It makes you realise that all other music is ugly.

Yes, so?

Whoever doesn't love this music is wrong, Léda.

What do you mean by that?

Don't speak, please. There's a passage I'd like you to hear.

- I'm sorry, Richard, but... - You like it?

- Please turn it off. - Wait.

There's something I'd like you to know.

- As much as I love this music... - Be quiet!

You misunderstood me, Léda. I mean that I hate you.

Get out!

You've turned my mother and me into two sordid insects.

I can't look in the mirror any more.

When I have to look, I stare at myself. I study all the details of my face.

And it's hideous. I think of you, of my mother.

I don't see myself in the mirror. I see my mother!

I feel myself growing small, shrinking into an insect!

I change. I become frightful!

My eyes are as pitiless as the sun.

Everything in this face is vile. Nothing can save it!

It's the face of a living corpse.

It can express only horror,

a void, ugliness!

Léda, you're going to die.

I came here to kill you.

No! No!

No!

Léda!

Léda.

What is happening?

Examine yourself.

- Elaborate. - What do you think of yourself?

Leda.

It was you.

He's just delirious from this maniac's beating.

Keep that one away! He doesn't have to know.

- You can trust him. - I'm awfully sorry.

- We must call the police. - No!

Are you mad? Your brother is sick and you want him arrested?

- You know he's telling the truth. - Be quiet! You've nothing to say.

Roger Tarta is going to prison. It's not right. I'll get the police.

Stop her, Laszlo. You promised me.

- Is that true? - Yes, I promised.

Never mind why, but I promised.

- I hope you feel just as bound. - Thank you, Laszlo.

- It's not that easy. - Why?

You can't spend the rest of your life like a hunted animal.

It's up to you, no one else.

No, nobody can force me.

Go and tell your story to the police. Do it voluntarily.

No.

Listen, Richard, you'll get off easily. It wasn't the crime of a sane man.

If you ever want peace, give yourself up now.

Shut up, you bum!

You stuff yourself here, and now you want to send my son to jail.

You must go, Richard.

- Do you really think so? - Yes.

- Then I'll go. - No!

- Where are the policemen? - In Léda's house.

I'll go anyway.

Dad, do you forgive me?

I'd like to, but I can't.

If you go, Richard, you're no longer my son!

And what can we do for Léda? Whom should we tell?

No one. She had no family and no friends.