All language subtitles for Ophelia (1963)

Come, there are limits
to what the human mind can bear.

Father!

A turkey...
a turkey with chestnuts.

And Bellerophon
became melancholy.

Alone, he reached
the bank of the Allion,

devouring his soul.

Fleeing the roads
frequented by men.

It's always the same.

Every boss is the same.

Yeah.

Nothing new under the sun.

But it's not the same.
This one's harsher.

For me, it's the family.
The family Lesurf.

They say he drives a hard
bargain, like the other one.

Yes, but this one knows we
want to strike, and he's scared.

He tries to protect himself.
He's got guards.

- Guards?
- Armed!

A small beer.

Good evening, Mr. Ivan.

Thank you.

A small glass of white wine.

I haven't paid.

The guy's scared,

the mother lies down,
and the son's completely...

What are you reading?

"Kidnapped
on her wedding night."

It's beautiful!

"Kidnapped on her
wedding night." It's beautiful.

Butterfly.

Dragonfly.

Grasshopper.

It's not a compliment,
it's an insult.

Tell me the price of my drink.

Mr. Ivan, I never know
how to take you.

I'm strange, aren't I?

Now tell me
the price of my beer.

Ten sous.

Here's the price of my beer.

What's your name?

Don't tell me you don't have
a name. What's your name?

- My first name?
- Yes.

It's Ginette, Mr. Ivan,
you know that.

Ginette.

Ginette.

Ginette.

Here's a tip for the service.
Ten percent.

Ginette!

What?

- What did he say to you?
- I don't know.

- Did he say something crazy?
- I don't know.

It's not dirty
if you don't know what it means!

The death of his father,
the new marriage...

All the same,
they keep it in the family!

It doesn't surprise me.

His head's empty now.

He wasn't prepared for this.

He's had to grow up,
all at once.

That's how it is
with the Lesurfs.

The man's good for nothing.

The wife's a beautiful whore.

And as for the son...

Why such a pure manner,

when the messenger delivers

the most ignoble words
pronounced by man?

Earth is more beautiful
than asphalt.

Man destroys
everything he touches.

I must have been born
in the wrong century.

I should have existed in a time
where it was possible to live.

Now we've got crows.

Filthy beasts!

What do these crows want
from me? What do they want?

Locked.

I'm locked out.

Even iron slowly rots.

Come on, open up!

If I yell, I'll scare them,
and I'll be outside all night.

Who's there?

- Me.
- The password!

I'm telling you,
I'm Ivan Lesurf.

You know me, don't you?

You've got to know the password!

What does that matter?

I'm the master here.

I won't say another word.

You've got to know the password.
If you don't, you can't come in.

I refuse, imbecile.

And I'll throw you out of here!

You'll throw me out?
That's good!

You didn't hire me,
how can you throw me out?

Let me in, in the name of God!

What's with all this noise?

He didn't give the password.

Are you completely crazy?
Don't you know that's Mr. Ivan?

Quick, open this gate!

I'm only doing as I was told.

Go on.

- I'll fire him!
- Excuse him, Mr. Ivan, he's new.

He's replacing Maximilian
who broke his leg.

Mr. Lesurf has
given us strict orders,

and this kid didn't know.

- But he's a good egg.
- He's stupid.

He's not stupid,
but he just got out of the army.

For him,
discipline is a religion.

Orders are orders!

We must really be
on our toes now.

The strike probably
won't end soon.

Mr. Lesurf fears agitators.

He's received death threats.

You think he's in danger?

Well, you know,
there's always a risk of dying!

Excuse me.

Hey, you clowns there!

You're not paid
to beat up weaklings!

You call that work?
Come on!

"When I'm alone with you,
my thoughts and memories,

"your hand in mine,

"seated at your side, I abandon
myself to soft pleasures,

"and I let the hours pass
into oblivion.

"When in the depth of the
forest, I take you by the hand.

"When your soft sighs alone
beguile my ear,

"I repeat the promises
of the night before.

"I swear to worship
only you.

"When finally content
in your sweet rest,

"my trembling knees
your only support,

"and with a gaze
as steady as your own

like the greedy bee
on the leaves of the rose..."

Adrien, how well you read!

I read well because I love you.

And because you love me
to read to you.

It isn't just that.
You read well.

- Better than...
- Yes, better than Gabriel.

Good evening, Mama.
Good evening, Uncle.

Hello, my darling.
Did you have a nice walk?

I saw some crows.

- You seem preoccupied.
- No, not at all.

They didn't want
to open the gate.

They're so loyal,
they're stupid.

Sparkos says you're afraid.

Not afraid,
but taking precautions.

- Afraid of what?
- Afraid of the workers.

- What's happening, Adrian?
- Nothing!

I'm not afraid of the workers.

Only among them,
there are instigators.

It isn't that I'm afraid,
but that they want to break me.

Don't worry.

"And with a gaze
as steady as your own,

"like the greedy bee
on the leaves of the rose,

"often in the depths of my heart
penetrates...

"...a sudden terrible wave.

"You see me tremble, I start...

"I shudder, and troubled, bound
suddenly with true happiness.

"I feel your tears,
and my soul's amazed.

"I wrap you suddenly
in my affectionate arms.

You question me..."

Are you trying
to keep me from reading?

No. Why?

You could play some other time,
couldn't you?

I regret this is the hour
when I love to play.

Ivan, you want to play?
Then, I leave it to you.

Never mind, I'm done.

Good night, Papa!
Good night, Aunt.

There's a movie tomorrow.

Try to get out of guard duty,
we'll go together.

What's playing?

I don't remember the title.

A weird title. An American film
where they fight with swords.

You like that, huh?

Fights, I love 'em!

- Good evening, Lucy.
- Good evening, Ivan.

What a lovely beast.

Bravo, Paul.
Give my compliments to Marie.

I hope you haven't spat on it?

Sir?

Pay no attention, Paul.

Have a big helping.

Please, Ivan.

If you don't take more,
Marie will be offended.

I'll have more later.

That's not the same thing.

Marie will think
you detest her cooking.

That's how you antagonize
the servants.

That's enough, Ivan.

But it's not enough.
You have to taste it first.

No.

- What's the matter?
- Don't you want some fish?

No, I'm certain Paul spat on it.

- Ivan, this is intolerable!
- I agree with you.

Paul is well paid,
lodged, and fed.

There's no reason why
he should spit on the food.

Ivan, this joking
has gone far enough.

But it's not a joke!
Paul spat on the food.

Isn't that right, Paul?

Isn't that right, Paul?

Don't deny it, I saw you.

You don't have the right
to say such things, Mr. Ivan.

I don't hold it against you,
Paul, because I know you.

You wouldn't have
done such a thing

if you didn't have
a good reason.

I suppose that
my uncle committed

some injustice against you,

and has no doubt
spoken to you rudely,

reproaching you for some fault
of which you weren't guilty.

That's so, isn't it?

Ivan, this game is intolerable.

- I command you...
- I don't take orders from you!

Papa.

Besides, Paul knows
I was only joking.

Paul likes me.

Isn't that right, Paul?

Yes, Mr. Ivan.

I know that your fish is as good
as it is beautiful.

Give my compliments to Marie.

But I don't want any.

I don't want anything.

I'm not hungry.

I won't permit
pranks of this kind!

Forgive me.

You know what I'm thinking?

No, my darling.
What are you thinking?

I believe I'm not comfortable
in my skin.

Are you leaving?

But the meal is not finished.

Excuse me,
I have to meet someone.

In any case, you'll find it
agreeable to be left alone.

Eat well, eat a lot, don't get
on each other's nerves.

- Farewell.
- Where are you going?

To youth.

Youth goes to youth
as sin goes to sin

and as money goes to money.

I'm going to meet Lucy.

Listen, Claudia.

- Claudia, my darling.
- Yes?

This can't go on.

Ivan is becoming odious,

as much with you as with me.

- I know.
- Well, then?

I can't endure scenes
like this much longer.

Did you understand
his allusion to money?

He thinks he's been robbed.

As if he was capable of handling
what's happening at the factory.

I should have emancipated him.

Fortunately, you haven't.

You know exactly why I haven't.

Adrian.

Your patience
has been wonderful.

And you know perfectly well
why Ivan is in such a state.

He can't bear
the death of his father,

and our love, our marriage,
have shattered him.

Of course.

Would you like
more fish, Madame?

- Adrian?
- No.

No, thank you, Paul.

You must try to understand.

The way he carries on,
for the love of God!

What's the matter with him?

Claudia, Adrian. Good day.

Good evening, Andre.
What's the matter?

My dear Claudia,
you can see how upset I am.

Don't be so agitated.
Take a chair and sit down.

So, is there a problem?

Yes, there's a problem.

What's the matter?
Certainly, it's not serious.

It's not what you think, Adrian.

The tenants
have been dealt with.

And that's the norm, anyway.

No, it's something else.

What's happened, Andre?

You're so distressed.

Distressed? I'm not distressed.
I'm afflicted, that's what.

Listen.

- Could I have a glass of wine?
- Of course you can. Go ahead.

Pardon me, Claudia,
but it's about Ivan.

Yes, Ivan and Lucy.
He's after her.

I can see it.

He tries to conceal what
he's after, telling her stories.

What is this nonsense?

It isn't nonsense, Claudia!

He's got his eye on her!
He's always watching her.

It scares me.

Ivan and Lucy have known
each other all their lives.

They practically
grew up together.

I'm not crazy, Claudia.
Things have changed.

Ivan's never been
that interested in Lucy

or girls in general.

But for some time now...

He looks for her.

I'm telling you...

They're together right now.

She didn't even finish dinner.

I'm telling you,
something must be done!

I like Ivan a lot.

But he's a riddle,
all that with Lucy...

Since her mother died,
she's all I have,

and I intend to keep her!

I've been devoted to this family
for 15 years.

Understand my anguish,

seeing my daughter
deflowered by your son.

- Come now, Andre.
- Deflowered!

If you don't put a stop to this,
she'll be deflowered!

Deflowered.

But we'll take care of it.

So, I'll return
to the main point.

You're disturbed by
Ivan's pursuit

of your daughter in general.

And that at this particular
moment, he's with her.

That's it exactly.

Very well.

On your first point, we shall
take stock of the situation.

As Claudia says,
we'll take care of it.

And the second point is simple,

that you find Ivan and tell him
to come back here immediately!

Look at how the light
pays homage

to the shapes
of the trees. Look!

The sky is part of nature,

and completes the landscape
with the light and the trees,

not with men.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

Perfectly.

A leaf such as this one

summarizes all
the beauty of nature.

Look.

Laugh again, Lucy.

Laugh again.

But I can't.

I beg you.

Excuse me for interrupting you,

but I can have a laugh, too.

Good evening, Andre.

Don't play innocent with me.

I saw you,
you were touching her!

How delightful to meet you!

And you let him do such things?
You think it's funny, eh?

Your uncle
demands your presence.

If I were you,
I'd come immediately.

- Your duty is done.
- Immediately!

Your zeal will be appreciated
in high places.

- One minute!
- Leave me alone.

Aren't you ashamed?
Come on, aren't you ashamed?

What did he do to you?

What did he do to you?
What did he do?

He described to me
the beauty of nature.

Nature? Oh, yes!
He didn't touch your ass?

No, he smiled at me.

He was touching you, I saw it!

I put out my hand,
and he took it.

Understand me, my daughter,
you're all I've got.

I can't bear him
running after you.

I don't want to lose you.

Slut!

Peace go with you.

I'm telling you,
I understand people.

But if he continues
to subject us

to more and more
of his outlandishness...

You're exaggerating, my darling.

He's the one who exaggerates,
my darling.

He's odious. Odious!

♪ I met her so simply ♪

♪ Without ever
trying to please ♪

♪ All the same, I adore myself
With such a burning love ♪

♪ That there's nothing
that could... ♪

♪ Displease... ♪

Say! Fights!

There's gonna be fights, look.

It's not disturbing, is it?

No, it's a love story.
It's starting.

Shakespeare!

Good Hamlet,
cast thy nighted color off,

THIS WEEK

And let thine eye look
like a friend on Denmark.

Do not forever
with thy veiled lids,

Seek for thy
noble father in the dust.

Thou knowst 'tis common.

All that lives must die,

Passing through nature
to eternity.

Ay, Madame, it is common.

If it be,

Why seems it so
particular with thee?

Seems, Madame?

Nay, it is. I know not seems.

'Tis not alone my inky cloak,
good mother,

Nor customary suits
of solemn black,

Nor windy suspiration
of forced breath,

That can denote me truly.

These indeed "seem, "

For they are actions
that a man might play.

But I have that within
which passeth show,

These but the trappings
and the suits of woe.

'Tis sweet and commendable
in your nature, Hamlet,

To give these mourning duties
to your father.

But you must know your father
lost a father,

That father lost, lost his,

And the survivor bound
In filial obligation...

Lucy!

Come to my room
in a little bit.

No.

It's imperative.
I'll wait for you.

Hamlet.

Ernelès.

Er...

...ne...

...lès.

El...

...si...

...nore.

ERNELÈS
ELSINORE

Caligula!

Death!

I snuck in.

Come, let me
show you the mirror.

What are you doing?

Making faces. Look.

"Paris needs a Mass!"

Henry IV.

Louis XVIII.

Cleopatra.

Napoleon!

"It all began with
the reign of your brother!"

Agrippina.

Louis XIV.

Robespierre!

Marie Antoinette.

Hamlet.

Ophelia.

By the name LaGrange,
I know my daughter!

I should know her.

I used to be like you,
I didn't suspect anything.

But she's with him in his room!

They're having a rendezvous,
it's certain.

What's going on up there?
Horrible things.

Won't you do something?

You're being ridiculous, Andre.
Ivan is a gentleman.

A gentleman! Ha, a gentleman!

Of course he's a gentleman,
I haven't said otherwise.

But even a gentleman
has his moments.

That's enough, Andre!

You're acting like a fool.

I order you to be quiet.

But, Adrian, it's the honor
of my daughter at stake.

The honor of your daughter
is in no danger.

Look.

It's done.

See you later, Ophelia.

I'm not Ophelia, Ivan.

If you aren't Ophelia,

you won't kiss my hand
where everyone can see?

I'm Lucy. See you later, Ivan.

Lucy?

Ophelia?

"To be or not to be!"

- Hello, Ivan.
- Hello, Sporos.

You're going in there?

The beer is disgusting!

I'm not here for the beer.

HELP THE STRIKERS

Not a word, just money.

Ginette!

Hello, Mr. Ivan.

What have you got there?

It's a mouse in its trap.

Give me this little beast.

Death!

Don't you recognize death?

Francois.

Francois, come sit down.
I was waiting for you.

No, leave it with me.

Hello, Mr. Ivan.

Francois, my friend, my brother,

let there be no "Monsieur"
between us.

Have something.
What do you want?

A glass of red.

Ginette! A glass of red.

Two glasses.

Francois, you're my only friend.

You are my friend, aren't you?

Yes.

I carry a secret
that's stifling me,

and I can only confide in you.

- Do you accept?
- Yes.

I must unburden my heart.

- Do you know what a murderer is?
- Yes.

What is it?

It's someone who kills.

I know a murderer.

I think I know two.

And each of them has committed
an atrocious crime.

Who?

Thank you.

My mother and my uncle.

But that's impossible!

- It's impossible.
- They have.

They killed my father,

and then, they married.

They killed him
so they could get married.

That's what I think.

I want to unmask them.

Do you know about Hamlet?

No.

He was a prince.

His father the king had died.

He returned from the kingdom
of the dead to tell Hamlet

that his brother and wife
had murdered him

in the most cowardly way.

You understand?
It's exactly the same situation.

I have clues and evidence

that the same story
has repeated itself.

I must act as he did.

To unmask this criminal couple,
I must pretend to be mad.

He terrorized them
until they confessed.

The only means I have
to unmask them

is to create the
same circumstances

that Hamlet did
to simulate madness.

Some of these circumstances
have already shown themselves.

You could help me create others.

I don't understand any of this.

I'm not asking you
to understand, only to help.

Do you want to help me?

Yes.

The character I must play
is that of Ivan becoming Hamlet.

The simple fact of his presence,

the fact that I play him,

will, in itself,
be a clear accusation.

First, I must trouble them.

First trouble them,

and then, make them worry.

And then, they'll be terrified.

They must understand
they cannot escape punishment.

They'll understand
the failure of the crime,

their defeat.

They'll realize justice
will catch up with them.

And this shall be
a horrible nightmare,

from which they will
try to awake,

but they cannot remain awake,

for I will stand before them.

Listen.

This is what I have to do,
and this is how you'll help me.

- Are you listening?
- Yeah, yeah.

I'll set a trap for them.

In order to unmask his mother
and his uncle,

Hamlet set a trap,
so he could trap them like rats.

This will be mine:
You and I will make a film.

- We'll make a movie?
- Yes.

But tell no one
the reason for it.

The subject of the film,
in disguised form,

will be the murder of my father
by my uncle and my mother.

When we show the film,

the mousetrap will enclose them.

- Do you want to?
- Yeah.

- Really?
- Yeah!

- Thank you.
- Can Ginette be in it?

Very well,
but don't tell her the reason.

No.

You must not
tell her the reason!

I promise.

Hey, Ginette!

The money.

What do you want?

I'm going to make
a movie with Ivan.

Do you want to be in it?

A movie? I don't know.

We'll be the stars.

What are you doing?

You've lost it!
What are you guys doing?

You talk, you walk,
but you're so soft about it!

Act like men, Jesus Christ!

Who laughed?

Me.

What makes you laugh, Matton,

with your voice like a virgin's?

Nothing, nothing.

We're not paid
to sit around doing nothing!

It could happen at any moment,
understand?

Lesurf sleeps and we're awake.

That's what we're paid for!

And he's too scared to sleep
with his eyes closed!

Monsieur is a rich man,

and the rich are afraid
of being robbed and killed.

That's what politics
is all about.

So, Lesurf's afraid
of the strikers?

It's all the same.

They strike
because they need money.

And Lesurf doesn't want
to give it to them,

because then, he'd have less.

He's afraid the others will
kill him to get his money.

And he pays us to prevent it.

He'd do better
just to give it to them.

No, idiot!

Because he's afraid
that they'd just want more!

There's someone in the woods!

Come on!

Come on! The hunt's on!

It's not a fire, after all!

Search!

Spread out!

Cretin! You dumb animal!
Trying to get yourself killed?

This way!

What's happening?

An alert!
There's a man in the woods.

What?

Ivan.

Quick, close the door.

What's going on?
Why are you wearing that cap?

Didn't you hear the gunfire?

Yes.

Is that all you can say?

It made me turn my head.

It's me they're after.

They thought I wanted to kill
the beloved Adrian.

Because of the
cap and the scarf.

If I'd worn my bowler hat,

they wouldn't have worried.

You see?

People always confuse things
with their appearances.

Ophelia.

Ivan, don't start that again.

I know the story of Hamlet.
Ophelia was a blonde.

I love your blondeness, Ophelia.

Behind Lucy
stands the blonde Ophelia.

Ivan, I think I know
what you have in mind.

- Really?
- Yes.

And I'm afraid
it will make you...

I'm afraid you're going crazy.

On the contrary,

it's everything else
that will make me crazy.

To endure all this
and do nothing...

Bravo!

You come to have it off
in my house now?

Not at all!

I came on behalf of my uncle,
that is on behalf of my father,

that is on behalf of Adrian,
to invite you to lunch.

You and your charming daughter.

But I just saw him.
He said nothing.

Because he left it to me.

Then, thank you, Adrian...
I mean, Ivan.

I accept with pleasure.

Then, good-bye, dear Andre.

Good-bye, Lucy.

See you soon.

Well?

He vanished like
a puff of smoke.

Incompetent!
Good for nothing! Idiot!

Go on, keep looking!

What's going on, Smurkos?
I heard gunfire.

Sparkos, Mr. Ivan.

We're hunting a fleeing suspect,
always on the lookout.

Bravo, Snartos!
My uncle will be happy.

Yeah.

My precautions weren't
for nothing. Those bastards!

What happened?
I heard gunfire.

A strange man invaded the park.

And your uncle's received
another threatening letter.

Letters have never been
that important.

The guy hasn't been caught?

I don't think so. He got away.

Perhaps it was a ghost.

I've invited Andre and Lucy
on your behalf

to have lunch with us.

Are you crazy?
This isn't the time!

What's done is done.

Polonius.

Could you pass me the salt,
Polonius?

Polonius? Don't know him.

Obviously not.

You've got other things to do.

Eating, for example.

One cannot eat before
reading the poet's letters.

Isn't that right, Papa?

Isn't that right, Papa?

You're awful.

You're stupid.

You're old.

You're vulgar.

That's enough, be quiet!

Leave me alone!

When I'm assailed on all sides,

then, I must speak!

But what possesses him?

Lucy.

Do you know where Mama
spent Christmas?

In a cabaret.

They threw streamers.

They put on turbans.

They broke plates
over each other's heads.

And she danced.

Christmas.

The holiday of God,

and of children.

It's enough to make you sick.

Everything should be forbidden.

Under pain of death.

Under pain of death!

Under pain
of being kicked in the ass!

This time
I think I finally understand.

He's a drunkard, a degenerate.
Completely crazy.

You'll never see him again.

I say you'll never
see him again!

You hear me?

- You understand?
- Yes, yes.

I forbid it!

Or else what?

Aren't you sleeping?

Hey, you!

- You can't stay here.
- Oh, no.

- It's forbidden.
- Oh, yes.

I love you, Ophelia.

Ivan, I've got something serious
to say to you.

Say it.

I can't see you anymore
if things remain as they are.

If they remain how?

You know very well. You're
bitter, cruel, unbearable.

You think so?

You've been listening
to Lagrange.

My father has forbidden me
to see you anymore.

Obedient little girl.

You know it's not that.

An obedient little girl who no
longer wants to be my friend.

No, I don't want
to be your friend!

And I don't want
to see you either!

Not because my father orders me.

- But for my own reasons.
- Why?

Because you hate people!

Lucy!

On the contrary, I love them.

But I can't bear
their turpitude.

They ruin everything,

they break everything.

Evil is hidden in them.

It makes their actions vile,

it infects their thoughts.

I don't know what to tell you,
but I'm sure you're wrong.

I love you, I love being
near you, but you frighten me.

I fear for you.

You fear for me? My angel!

Yes.

Even if you're right,
you act strangely,

and it frightens me.

There's something bad
in how you behave.

No, it's what surrounds me
that's bad.

It isn't me.

Become yourself again,
don't evade reality.

That's what I'm looking to do.

Do as you please.

For now, leave me alone.

Oh, Ophelia.

My love.

Here I see you
descend into your tomb

in the first light of day.

Here in your madness,
you are dead, Ophelia,

because I am just.

Or, if I am not just,

is it because evil is
all around me?

I've known those
who were gracious and amusing,

good and just,

but who are now
nothing more than dust.

How could you
not think about it?

Hello.

Hello, sir.

Life is good.

- You like this work?
- Certainly.

You're outside,
you breathe the fresh air,

and nobody bothers you
while you work.

And then, it's good soil,
like butter!

Have you been a gravedigger
for long?

This is my first grave.

But my father dug graves
for 30 years.

An excellent gravedigger,
well-known around here.

With him, never any problems,

infiltrations,
nothing like that.

Never, never.

He's the one who taught me.
I hope to keep at it.

For whom are you preparing
this grave?

I'm digging without digging,
you could say.

In short, I'm digging.

The lease has expired,
so I have to remove the cadaver.

And where will you put it?

In potter's field.

Nobody wanted to pay
for another lease.

And you can't just leave him.

Would you like
to act in a comedy?

What?

I'm making a film.
Would you like to be in it?

Yes, I was in
the choir in school.

Why?

Because I must make a film,
and I'd like you to act in it.

You have a cheerful air.

I'm not the sad type.

I'd love to, as long as it
doesn't interfere with my work.

Absolutely not.

Then, okay.

Sir, you'll have to excuse me,
but I have to get back to work.

These things don't wait.

Go right ahead.

Pardon!

- You're dead!
- No, I'm not dead!

You're dead!

Don't fight!

Don't fight and don't argue.

Imagine that death is standing
up there at the turning.

Be good.

And be good to yourselves.

Forget that you're acting.

Forget yourselves.

Don't gesticulate merely
for the pleasure of doing so,

but then,
don't forbid yourselves either.

I chose you because I want you
to play yourselves.

Don't imitate other people.

Don't try to make
your audience understand.

Only make them understand
what you're saying.

And that you understand
the nuances of your characters.

Your characters don't exist.

Only you do.

- Understand?
- Yes.

Another thing.

Be modest.

Don't try to
get yourself noticed

on the screen or elsewhere.

There is nothing important
about the actor.

Acting is honorable,
nothing more.

So, no plunging necklines
or funny get-ups.

No laughing out loud,

or listening to us talking.

Finally, no quarreling
over the opening credits,

over the size and order
of your names.

That would be
perfectly ridiculous,

and perfectly vulgar.

- Yes, but...
- Silence, not a word.

We'll begin.

Mama, Uncle.

What is it?

I'm making a film with
young people in the village.

It's to surprise you.
Would you like to see it?

- You made it?
- Yes.

- That's very good.
- Bravo, Ivan.

Congratulations.

I never thought you were capable
of such work.

You seem very mysterious
these days.

You really want to see it?

Certainly, darling,
with pleasure.

Not only do we want to see it,

but we'll organize a party
in your honor.

And we'll invite all our friends
to come see your masterpiece.

Plus the servants,
Sparkos and his men.

Everyone will be invited.

How wonderful!

I didn't realize,
I didn't hope for so much.

- Are you pleased?
- I'm delighted.

Kiss me.

Is it good?

- So, this film...
- You'll be seeing it, Madame.

- What type of film is it?
- That depends on the audience.

You could find it funny,
or you could find it painful.

But we won't know how to react!

Laugh only if you feel like it.

Excuse me.

- Is it going well?
- Very well, Mr. Ivan.

Is it ready?

- Ready.
- Then, let's go.

My friends,
the show is about to begin.

We'll move to the parlor.

Ladies and gentlemen,

allow me to present
the cast of the film.

Dear Andre.

If you would be so kind
as to sit there.

Ophelia, I want you
to stay near me.

When the decisive moment comes,
the light will finally break.

It's ready!

Silence!

Put out your cigarettes.

THE MOUSETRAP
A FILM BY IVAN LESURF

Mr. Ferlus, grocer,

doted upon by his wife,
does the monthly accounts.

For some time now,
the store hasn't prospered.

Madame Ferlus isn't happy.

Fred, the brother of Mr. Ferlus,
drops by to say hello.

But he has another end in mind.

Mr. Ferlus is stubborn.

Madame Ferlus is sensual.

And Fred knows
how to make the most of it.

They must remove
the obstruction.

Oh, how great
is feminine treachery!

As great as the
treachery of men.

So, impatience has paid off.

Crime has paid!

But your story is horrible!

Very good, very good.
My compliments.

I found it a little... twisted!

Bravo.

Very funny!

That really made me laugh.

Crime has paid! That's the norm.

- I liked the beautiful girl.
- Yes.

It was funny.

And what should I do, Mr. Ivan?

Nothing.

Mama.

I know it's late.

But what do you think
of my cinematic talent?

- Go away.
- Didn't you like it?

You're mad!

What you've done
is contemptible!

How could I have been so blind?

You hate everyone!

You're a monster!

You'll be cast out
like a dangerous beast.

What you've done to Adrian,
my husband...

No!

Adrian isn't your husband,

he's the brother
of your husband.

You know what that's called?
Incest!

Did you give your mouth,

your body to the other
while my father lived?

Ivan, I beg you!

He killed my father
for money and for lust.

It was no longer enough
to have you in his bed.

What is this nightmare?

Where do you get
these frightful visions?

I accuse the two of you
of incest and murder!

Be quiet, be quiet!

Good night.

Why, my God, why?

We are only animals.

And our hearts rot
before our bodies do.

The solution is simple.

He's gone crazy!

You can't let a madman go free.

I don't like speaking like this.

But in my opinion,
he must be watched.

But it's impossible.

Have you got another idea?

We've got to do
something, Claudia!

Perhaps at this very moment
he's preparing more mischief.

Who knows what's going on
in his head?

His solitary walks worried me.

And I was right!

Did you talk to him
about his charming film?

No.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

He's certainly going
to meet someone.

But who?

Not my daughter at any rate.

She's locked up, well locked up.

I promise you
she had nothing to do with it.

I interrogated her last night
about that film.

She didn't even know about it.

She hadn't seen him
for two weeks.

- What does that matter?
- I defend my honor!

Your name is spotless, Andre!

Could you do me a favor?

Don't you treat me
like a friend anymore?

What does does that matter?

I'd like you to watch Ivan.

What do you say?

Could you do this for me?

Gladly! What do you think?

Spend all your time
on his trail.

I'm afraid he'll
find out something.

And I can no longer
live in fear.

Go.

It's succeeded
beyond my wildest hopes.

But I'm alone now.

I've got no one but you.

Dear Horatio.

Dear Horatio.

The bastard.

The bastard.

My poor heart.

Oh, jays!

A nest of jays.

Things don't mean the same
to you that they do to me.

You're brave, kind.

You can bear
the faults of the world,

for you don't see them.

But for me, they burn my eyes.

Everyone says
you've become mean,

but for me, it's the opposite.

Dear Horatio.

What's he doing up there?

Good Polonius!

Are you getting
closer to Heaven?

Mr. Ivan, I think he's dead.

Trees bear strange fruit
these days.

Rats!

Rats in the trees!

- Go get help.
- Yes.

Poor Lucy.

Lucy?

Look at me.

I'm sleeping.

Look how I sleep.

I sleep, but I can see you.

You stroke your hair.

You take off your coat.

You arrange flowers.

You smell a flower.

Stop it, you're scaring me!

I wanted to scare you.

To keep you from crying.

Your father is dead.

- Paul, have you seen Andre?
- No, sir.

It's the first time in 15 years
he's been late.

He won't be coming.

Why not?

He's at supper.

He's eating supper?

I didn't say he
was eating supper,

but that he was at supper.

Not where he eats,

but where he is eaten.

I don't mean to bother you,

but I found
Mr. Lagrange in a tree.

Did you say diamonds?

Stop talking rubbish.

It's up to you.

Good play.

You're playing for sous?

What do you expect?

- You playing?
- I am.

"All professional categories."

"Stop the massacre,
that's all that matters!"

- Are you having a drink?
- Yes.

Yes, yes!

Leave me, I have to think.

Alone won't do.

Fine, I'll be upstairs.

Forgive me,
I have to think things over.

More than anything,
we need to pray.

You can't protect yourself.

Why should I have
to protect myself?

I've done nothing.

I've done nothing!

No more than the others.

And no one's a saint!

Why am I hounded?

I need to forget.

Why do I suffer?

Why does he make me suffer?

His madness infects me.

Claudia abandons me.

I can't take it anymore.

I'm going to kill him!

Sparkos. Sparkos!

Sir?

- Sparkos.
- Yes?

I want to talk to you.

Sparkos, give me your revolver.

My revolver? What for?

Because I need it.

I depend on my revolver, sir.
I need it.

Lend me your revolver,
I'll give it back.

That's an order!

But why do you need it?

Come on!

These things aren't for
you, sir. Leave it to me.

Give it to me.

You're making a mistake,
Mr. Lesurf.

Thank you.

- Not a word.
- You know me, sir.

At least, I'm paid for it.

Understand Elise,
with what goes on in this house,

we won't be servants
much longer.

Soon we'll be the masters.

You've come to kill me, uncle?

What's happening?

Mr. Lesurf took poison.

He's going to die!

Get out.

Get out!

I don't want you to look at me.

Get out!

Adrian.

I hate you.

My darling...

I hate you.

I don't want you to look at me.

I feel like I'm abominable.

Monster.

Don't stay here.

Ivan?

Come here.

Well?

You're dying?

Yes.

I'm dying!

Are you happy?

Less than I imagined.

I wanted to tell you...

It should make you laugh.

That you be damned.

It hurts.

You die like a rat.

Why like a rat?

- It hurts.
- And as for me...

I suffer, too.

To the point
I can't stand it anymore.

Ivan?

What?

I can't live for long.

How death hurts!

- Don't speak.
- I have to!

I must tell you.

You were wrong.

That you've been
completely wrong.

And that you'll
always suffer for it.

I only killed myself.

I couldn't kill a fly.

And yet...

And yet?

I feel like a criminal.

Why?

Yes.

Yes, why?

You don't know.

I feel the same way,
and I don't understand.

Ivan?

What?

Do you think that death

is the end of this pain?

Of all my pain.

I don't know.

Do you think that I'll be happy?

I don't know.

Ivan.

My Ivan.

My son!

Ophelia.

What have I done?

Why did I want to
mete out justice?

I judged him, I condemned him.

And I killed him.

He loved me,
and I killed him, Ophelia.

What have I become?

You're what you've always been.

You're Ivan,

and I'm not Ophelia, but Lucy.

It's Lucy who is next to you.

Lucy.

Lucy, my beloved.

Support me, protect me,
defend me.

I'm all alone.

I love you.

THE END