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you would like to buy some shoes monsieur?

some shoes?

this is a shoe shop monsieur.

oh yes of course I'm so sorry.

some walking shoes.

in England they'd be about size 9.

what color are they?

brown monsieur.

The same color as the shoes you are wearing.

Brogues. Is that what you call them? Yes, that's right.

Mine are rather old. I had them before the war.

You speak English very well.

How does it feel? Comfortable?

Or would you prefer crepes old?

No, I think I'll try these first.

Yes, I'll take these. How much are they? Are you all right, monsieur?

Yes, it's quite all right.

Stupid of me. I didn't look where I was going.

How much do you say they were?

You're quite welcome to stay and rest a little longer.

No, it's quite all right, really.

They're 2,854, monsieur.

Your change, monsieur. Thank you. Your package won't be a minute. I'll call

back for it later in the day. You've been very kind. Thank you, mademoiselle.

You're welcome.

Au revoir, monsieur.

Pardon, monsieur.

Are you feeling better?

I was coming out for my lunch and I saw you sitting here.

You're nearly blind, aren't you?

It's the war, isn't it?

People injured in the war are quite different from other people.

They're afraid.

Afraid of sympathy.

Don't be, monsieur.

I won't give you that if you don't want it.

But you are a stranger here, and I thought it was the least I could do to

come and... What will you have, mademoiselle?

Nothing, thank you.

Cinzano for mademoiselle, brandy and peri for me, please.

Cinzano, brandy, peri. Bien, monsieur. You didn't finish your sentence just

now. You thought the least you could do was to come and... Come and what,

mademoiselle?

And see if I could be of any help.

You could come and die with me tonight.

That was not what I meant. Goodbye, monsieur. Oh, no, please don't go. Do

sit down.

I thought you wanted to help me.

I do.

It would help, awfully, if you'd save me from a solitary meal.

It's about all you can do.

Have you no friends here?

One or two, but I prefer to be sorry for myself alone.

How long have you been working in a shoe shop?

Is there something wrong with working in a shoe shop? No, but you don't seem to

be... I mean, I can't quite explain, but... I've been working there for over

a year, monsieur. And before that?

Before that was the occupation. Ah, yes, of course.

If it really is the only way I can help you, monsieur, I will dine with you.

Good. Tonight?

If you like.

Shall we stay here, then, at 8 o'clock?

Very well, monsieur.

I shall look forward to it, mademoiselle.

Madame.

You ask too many questions, Mr. Gordon.

Talk about yourself.

What do you want to know?

Everything you'd like to tell me.

To a shell blast.

I was completely blind at first.

That takes a bit of getting used to, especially in the mornings.

You wake up and want to lift something off.

Sort of pull back the curtain, so to speak.

Well, after a month or two, they shipped me back to England and started talking

about operations and things.

Was the operation not successful?

Magnificently successful at first. I could see beautifully with my left eye

to begin with.

Then things began to get worse.

And the other eye?

I'm afraid that's pretty hopeless.

Won't you ever be able to see again properly?

I might if I had another operation.

But there's no guarantee.

It's far more likely I should go completely blind.

I prefer to hang on to the little I've got.

Mr. Gordon. Bonsoir, Alex.

Bonsoir, Pierre.

Mr. Gordon, may I introduce Mr. Pierre Chaval.

How do you do?

You are visiting this, monsieur?

Yes. And you find it agreeable?

Very pleasant, thank you. Do you?

I prefer the mountains.

One can reach them.

Well, I must go.

Bonsoir, Alex.

Bonsoir, Pierre.

Tuesday? Tuesday.

Goodbye, Mr. Gordon. Goodbye.

Who is he?

I would prefer not to discuss him.

Fair enough.

Then I'll tell you.

See, Pierre Chaval, was that his name?

About 33, 34.

He's come up in the world.

Fond of women, a little conceited about his successes.

All the same, I had a feeling that he's a bit nervy and unsure of himself.

I find you a little disquieting.

No, in what way?

I wonder how much you know about me.

Very little, I imagine.

But I had a curious feeling that you don't really like the man Cheval as much

as you try to.

You're quite drunk. He's a friend of mine.

Well, it was a nice gesture of yours to come out with me this once.

Thank you for your sympathy.

I didn't dine with you out of sympathy. I came because I wanted to come.

If you can read people so well, you should know that.

There's always the danger of reading into people what you want to read into

them.

Will you dine with me again one evening?

Because you want to?

Perhaps.

Sometime. What about Wednesday?

All right.

If you'll ask me.

What do I have to say?

Please, Alex?

Thank you, Giles.

Giles, I'm so sorry to be late, but I was kept at a shop. It doesn't matter a

bit. I just had a few minutes to hurry home and change. Well, you're here.

That's the great thing.

Now, there's one thing I must do. I have a note to deliver.

Will you come with me? Yes, of course.

There's no one in.

I'll push it under the door.

There.

Pierre will find it when he comes back from Monte Carlo.

So this is where Pierre Chaval lives?

Yes.

Yes, it's a nice apartment.

Tell me, what do you see out there?

Down there is Nice.

Lights twinkling, casinos, big hotels.

And in a distance, though you can't see them either, are the mountains.

Over here to the left, the coast goes in towards Villefranche.

I have relatives there.

Unpleasant relatives?

No, why?

Even a guidebook could do better than Villefranche. I have relatives there.

I'm not a guidebook.

To write a guidebook, you must have a flat mind.

Mine is hilly.

i wish i knew what you really looked like i just get glimpses of you you seem

like a fish in an aquarium swimming round and round and never quite coming

up to the glass sometime if it would help to see the person we are going out

with i can come up to the glass well there's no time like the present

would it not be better in daylight

Nice fish?

You might be English.

Is that meant to be a compliment?

I don't think I want to go on being looked at. Please don't move.

Haven't you seen enough?

What's the matter?

I'm not very happy about this, Charles.

Why?

It's a question of fidelity.

To your husband or to Pierre?

I can't explain it now.

I think we should go.

Forget it ever happened.

Sorry, I can't do that.

No.

No, it was silly of me.

At least we should go.

All right.

A gentleman to see you, monsieur.

Good morning, Mr. Gordon.

Ah, good morning.

They should have warned me you were coming.

I didn't want to risk your being out.

Have a pleasant view here.

It suits me.

Mr. Gordon, you are nearly blind, hmm?

This guy is it very well.

I get along.

So Alex told me.

Women are sympathetic, Richard.

Shouldn't they be?

It can lead to complications.

Let's stop talking like this, shall we?

Why exactly have you come to see me?

Alex belongs to me.

I've come to tell you to keep your hands off my property.

Alex has promised to mind me.

And her husband?

He has been dead two years.

Does Alex know you've come to see me?

Of course.

And approves?

Well, as I told you, she's a sympathetic creature.

She's sorry for you.

Monsieur Chaval, you've made the position perfectly clear as you see it.

And that's probably just as well.

It saves misunderstanding.

I'd like some assurance from you, monsieur.

Assurance? That from now on, you'll keep out of my affairs.

I think you're a very lucky man. That may be, but it doesn't alter the fact...

It doesn't alter the fact that that's all the assurance you're going to get.

I think you're a very lucky man.

Good morning.

You mean

Pierre

Chabert? Of course. Of course I've heard of him. He's in the catering business,

about 35, and terribly good-looking.

Oh, as a matter of thing, it seems he had restaurants open all during the

occupation, mostly German offices. Of course, that's just the gossip.

No good, I had four queens.

Is that what you want to know?

A little, Daryl.

What are you going to do about it, honey?

Louis Malinay!

I am glad to see you.

I want you to meet a very dear friend of ours, Giles Gordon. Howdy, Daryl. You

ought to have a lot in common, you two, both being lawyers.

Louie's a very successful one. Oh.

Mr. Gordon will know it really isn't very difficult.

Only a matter of deciding at the beginning which of the two parties is

the biggest counter.

Or who has the more money. Exactly.

I don't suppose you ever bother to look into the merits of the case.

Oh, no, that's for the judge to decide.

And he, of course, decides purely on the legal technicality. Claire, darling, I

must be going.

Goodbye, Miss Melody. Why must you rush away so soon, Charles? Just a date I

have, that's all.

Bye, Walter.

Pardon me.

Pierre didn't tell you anything else about my husband?

Just that he was dead.

That's all.

Jacques was in the resistance.

He was only 23. He was reckless, full of high spirits.

Just to be with him was an adventure.

Six weeks after we were married, he was arrested.

They hanged him in the public square in Nice.

For over a week they left him hanging there.

And every day I used to pray, dear God, may they have cut him down.

But he was still there.

Still there, moving when the wind blew.

You understand then why people have to be buried before your image of them is

destroyed.

You were very much in love with him, weren't you?

Yes, I was.

There's going to be a storm.

I don't think it'll last long, but we shall get soaked in this.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll drive along into Villefranche. It's not far.

I have some relatives there.

Remember?

What's the matter, Giles?

Oh, nothing.

It's nothing to do with me.

This is infuriating.

I want to know.

Well, feeling about Jacques as you do, how can you marry a man like Cheval?

A man who made his money out of the Germans.

Oh, I see.

Some people think he did, but he only kept his restaurant open in order to

collect information.

As a matter of fact, he's lucky to be alive.

He was my husband's greatest friend.

Hello, François.

Where is Mother Roger?

I wanted to meet an English friend of mine, Giles Gordon.

How did you do?

We got caught in the rain and we thought we'd come and visit you.

You will have something to drink?

Oh, thank you. Café Filtre, if I may.

Certainly, monsieur.

He wants me to go with her.

You'll be all right.

I shan't be long.

Yes, of course.

Don't stop, please.

Can you play something French?

I can play this.

Yeah.

Good evening,

Mr. Gordon. Hello, Amanda.

You and Alex have been out together? Yes, we've been as far as Monaco.

We just dropped him for a drink.

And, uh, Alex.

Where is she now?

I think she's with Mayor Roger.

Excuse me, monsieur, but Madame de Lesse says would you please have your drink in

the kitchen?

Yes, of course.

This way, monsieur, please.

Tell me, what's going on in the other room?

Nothing as far as I know.

Do you want some wine?

Nothing. So what's so interesting? Nothing at all. There's a stranger in

there, too.

Often there are strangers.

Yes, but this one didn't want to be known. I have a feeling it didn't like

me. A sort of resentment.

Was it Cheval?

No.

Who was it, then?

Let's go somewhere else, Giles.

I want to talk to you.

I can't see you anymore after tonight, Giles.

Why? Because of Cheval?

Alex, I don't understand.

I'm crazy about you. You mustn't be crazy about me, Giles.

You have no control over that.

Giles, please, please go home. You must beg to England.

I don't know if I did more harm than good by interfering in your life, but

you must go away now.

But just like that, I don't think I can.

Oh, Alex, don't you see?

All right, if that's what you want.

But it doesn't seem right somehow. It oughtn't to end like this.

It was good while it lasted.

More than good.

Oh, darling, I think I've been a little unfair to you.

But I didn't expect this.

I didn't expect any of it.

I'm only trying to be reasonable, sensible.

To see it all from outside ourselves.

You're succeeding.

No.

All the craziness is not on your side.

Oh, Alex, it can't end like this. You know it can't.

Please.

All right.

I'll be good.

If that's what you want, I'll be good.

I'll go away.

Let's go and eat, shall we?

Oh, my coat.

Jazz, let me cook something for you.

We could go to my apartment.

Yes, John, I'm here.

Oh.

Thought I'd lost you.

Will you forgive me, Charles?

Yes, of course.

Good night.

Good night, Alex.

Thank you.

I call for you tomorrow, Alex.

What are you waiting for?

You.

Coming? Well, go on, go on, before I kick you downstairs.

I don't think there's much danger of that, do you?

I suppose you think your blindness protects you.

No, no, no.

On the contrary, I should have thought it would have made it easier for you.

However, don't let that stand in your way.

Thank you.

Good night.

Any messages?

No, monsieur. No one has called.

No,

monsieur.

Hello?

No,

I'm afraid you've got the wrong number.

Hello? Hello? Is that you, Alex?

Alex, this is Giles.

What are you talking about? Tell me where you are.

Cheval's apartment?

Is something wrong? Do you want me to come around there?

Alex, please don't go. Hello, hello.

Alex.

Alex, are you there?

Alex.

Who's there?

Is that you, Cheval?

Cheval?

No, Mr. Charlotte.

Who is it speaking?

Are

you

sure Madame De Lace isn't in? She lives on the third floor, I think. I don't

know the number.

Number 42, monsieur.

But I'm perfectly certain she's not in.

Does Madame Colony live here?

She does, monsieur. I am Madame Colony.

Oh, then could you tell me... Did you get a telephone call from Madame Delace

earlier this evening?

No, nothing at all, monsieur.

Bonsoir, monsieur.

Ought to have telephoned the police.

Who on earth is Alex?

No, monsieur. I'm sorry. Madame Deleuze is on holiday.

Holiday? For how long?

I think it is ten days.

It started from last Wednesday, I know.

She wasn't here yesterday, then? No, monsieur.

I see.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

No, monsieur. Madame Deleuze is away.

Then you've seen her since last night.

Oh, no, monsieur. I had a letter from her this morning. I wonder if you'd be

kind enough to tell me where she is.

Oh, I don't know. She writes from Avignon.

She is going to be married.

She was a widow, you understand?

Yes, yes, I knew that.

Still nothing.

Bonsoir, monsieur.

Oh, is that you, Francois?

No, my name is Raoul, monsieur.

Oh, you must be new here, then.

I've been working here for over six months.

Would you like something to drink, monsieur?

No, Roger.

Who?

Go and tell Mayor Roger that Giles Gordon wants to see her, will you?

There must be some mistake.

Nobody of that name lives here.

There is no Mayor Roger, I promise you.

This, I suppose, isn't the Café Gambetta?

No, it is not.

It is the Café Max.

Bien sûr, c'est le Café Max.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I must have made a mistake.

At your service, sir.

You tell me where to find the Café Gambetta.

Here, in the French.

Yes, in the Rue Capelle. Rue Capelle, Monsieur.

Gambetta.

I've never heard of either of them. But you must have done. I've been there

three or four times.

I'm sorry, Monsieur.

I've lived here for over 15 years.

And I can tell you for a fact, there is no Café Gambetta.

What's this place, then? Café Max.

Tonic.

See for yourself.

You thought it might give me something to think about in the longer evenings.

Better pack your bags and get out of town. Sounds to me like you've been

framed. Yes, but why me? Any amount of reasons. The man was murdered. That

seems clear enough. And you knew him. Said you had a row with him a couple of

days ago. No, no, no. He had a row with me. It doesn't matter. You probably got

bloodstains all over your clothes and left finger marks from here to San

Francisco. You're in a spot.

Isn't he, Walter? Of course he is. Doesn't make sense.

His girl, wasn't it?

Officially, yes.

Who do you want?

What's her name? Not that it matters to me, but the police will want to know. Go

on, Giles, get out of here while there's still time.

No, I don't think I'll do that, sir. Oh, why are men so stubborn?

I've got a wonderful idea.

Remember Louis Maliné? You met him the last time you were here. Yes, I

remember. Well, go and see him and tell him I sent you.

Incidentally, he came to see me yesterday.

He's got a villa up in the mountains.

Delighted to see you. Ah, Monsieur Maliné.

And you're quite sure he was dead?

Quite sure.

You've never really seen Pierre Cheval clearly, have you?

Obviously not.

You say you found the body last Wednesday?

That's right.

Mr. Gordon, I am fascinated by your little problem.

I must now tell you something a little shattering.

I have seen Pierre Cheval since then.

I know him, know him quite well.

He worked under me during the war.

And on Friday, I saw him in Avignon.

What was he doing in Avignon?

I only had a few words with him.

He told me he had gone up there for his marriage.

They were going to spend their honeymoon in Paris.

They? He and his new wife. The girl you were talking about.

Alex DeLess.

Is it so unusual to be let down by a woman?

Don't tell me you still have illusions, Mr. Gordon.

It seems I have practically nothing else.

These are a little different.

Then whose body was it I found on Wednesday evening?

I'm afraid I'm not very satisfied about that body.

For instance, just because it was in Cheval's apartment, it doesn't

necessarily mean it was he.

Monsieur Malinet, you may not believe my story. You may even think it's some

elaborate hoax.

But let me tell you, I'm absolutely certain that whoever that man was, he

was dead.

Well, I want to thank you for bearing with me. You've been very kind.

I'm afraid it hasn't been a very pleasant experience for you.

Being tricked seldom is.

Fortunately, most of the human race never realize their blindness.

It would be a pity to generalize too much from my experience.

I beg your pardon.

That was not a very clever remark of mine.

Oh, don't bother to come down.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Gordon.

I don't know what you're talking about, my friend, but you're quite right. I'm

not seeing very well and understanding less.

I think I'll have to do something about it. You better start me on my way to

London.

These

sight

of the left eye isn't gone. It's obscured.

You see, the scar of the early operation has now contracted so badly, as we

thought it might, that it's almost completely closed.

No pupil is left.

Now, what I would do if I attempted an operation is to give you a new pupil.

What happens then?

Then the eye would begin to function normally again.

I'd be able to see?

If it were a success, yes.

What are the chances?

Not good, Frankie.

Worth taking.

I would.

That's right. There's no hurry.

Think it over.

I suppose it would be the usual local anesthetic.

You don't find it unpleasant, do you?

There are nicer ways of spending an afternoon.

I always operate in the morning.

Now, let's see. Suppose we make it, say, next Monday week in the ophthalmic wing.

Well, you won't have to wait much longer.

Mr. Coulson will be here in a minute, and then you'll know the worst.

Let's see. How long has it been? Four days?

This is the morning of the 5th.

Morning, nurse.

Morning, Gordon.

Morning. How are you feeling?

I think it's about time we had those bandages off. What do you say?

Good. Come on, nurse.

Let's have a look at him.

How long will it stay like this?

Don't worry, it's permanent.

Just look up a minute.

I hadn't stitched anything or pinned anything up.

You're all of a piece.

You may think the new pupil a bit tent-shaped, but it'll round off in

time. I don't care what shape it is, as long as it works. It'll work, all right.

It may take a little time to pass you with A1.

Three months or so.

It'll work, all right.

Giles, darling, it's perfectly thrilling about your eyes. Really, it is

thrilling.

Most wonderful news I've ever heard.

Oh, that reminds me, I've got some news for you. Now, let's see what I do with

it. Oh, yes, here it is. Remember Pierre Cheval?

Here, take a look at this.

Seems you were all wrong. They claim he was killed in a motor accident on the

way to Avignon.

Oh, something about the wheels of his car skidding on the loose surface. He

fell nearly 400 feet. The car was so badly burned, he was practically

unrecognizable.

Terribly attractive, too.

Claire, what are you doing? Why didn't you tell me about this before?

Giles, darling, I didn't know where to find you. And besides, I thought the

whole matter was settled. Who's best to forget about it? Now to more important

things. We're giving a little dinner party tomorrow night, and you must come.

Now, I insist, you really must.

We're going to play shimmy afterwards.

Right, Claire, I'd love to. May I keep this? Surely.

I'd like to show it to my lawyer.

What brings you back to France again, Mr. Gordon?

I thought I'd like to talk to you about this.

Oh, yes.

It was better luck shucking accident.

Was he alone?

As far as I know.

What happened to Alex DeLace?

I have no idea.

Was there an inquest?

I suppose so. There must have been.

But why are you so interested, Mr. Gordon?

Do you feel under some sort of obligation to the memory of Pierre

Cheval? No, but I don't like to be fooled.

It puzzles me how a dead man can get into a car, drive over a hundred miles

into the mountains, and then skip the car over the edge.

Dead man?

I don't understand.

Well, you surely can't have forgotten. I told you about his death in the spring.

Oh, yes, but that was a mistake. I agree with you. Very bad mistake.

But I didn't make it.

You give me the impression, Mr. Gordon, of suspecting me of not telling you the

truth, or rather hiding something from you. After all, it was you who told me

he got married.

No, not exactly.

I told you he intended to get married. Then did the wedding never take place?

I have no idea.

But, Charlie, when you heard of his death, didn't you make some inquiries?

I'm a busy man, Mr. Gordon. I have other things to do with my time.

Yes, I can understand that.

Living up here, I imagine you get a slightly detached view of other people's

problems. Sometimes I admit they do seem a little remote.

Excusez-moi, Jeanne, je n'ai pas encore terminé le dossier. Je vous rejoins dans

cinq minutes.

Funny, I had a curious feeling I knew that person who just came in.

My secretary?

I don't see how you could have done.

I wonder if you'll excuse me a moment.

Of course.

I won't be long.

I'm sorry, monsieur.

I've lived here for over 15 years. I can tell you for a fact there is no cafe

gambit.

Is that you, Melanie?

I think I ought to be going.

I'm afraid I've taken up an awful lot of your time.

That's all right.

But we haven't got very far with this Cheval business, have we? Perhaps I'm

taking the whole thing far too seriously.

That's extraordinary.

I don't think my dog likes you.

I'll show you to your car. Thank you.

Don't you think so, Monsieur Duval?

Well, I mean, he's a crook.

You?

You're a policeman.

Come on, policeman, let's make you have a drink, huh?

Walter!

Merci.

It's almost four months since you've telephoned me.

Sorry I've taken so long in getting to you.

You can see, Jazz.

It must be wonderful to see again.

How much can you see? Enough to see you.

No, Jazz.

Not any more than you could before.

Not what I'm really like.

Don't try.

Why? Are you afraid of what I'll find out?

About you and Louis Maliné.

Louis?

I was right.

You can't see as well as you had hoped.

Perhaps it's because you're out of practice.

I'll try and help you.

Who is my brother?

Alex. No, no. No, no, no. It's no good, Giles.

It doesn't make any difference.

I have my own life to live in my own way.

You're trying to tell me you don't remember that last day, just before we

met Cheval on the stairs to your apartment?

Do you really want me to believe you don't remember that?

I must have been crazy.

It was a midsummer madness.

Was it?

Are you ready, Alex? It's time for us to go.

Congratulations, Mr. Gordon, on recovering your sight.

And so rapidly.

Thank you.

By the way, it seems there are some important things we shall have to

discuss. Can you dine with us?

I'll be delighted.

How about tomorrow evening?

Do splendidly, thank you.

Good night.

Good night, Alex.

Good night.

Oh, there's just one other thing.

Yes. Sorry I couldn't return it sooner.

Thank you.

Good night.

Stay right beside me.

Oh, there you are, Giles. I've been looking all over for you. What terrible

people. Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk. They never stop to take a breath.

Claire, darling, I must be going. I've got a date. A date? At this hour of the

night? Where?

Who is?

No one you'd know, darling. The place you've never heard of. The Café

Gambetta. Was this...

It's a mule branch, at least just for the night it is. Good night.

Walter?

Oh,

yeah.

Bye.

Is that you, Armand? What are you doing here? Everyone keeps telling me this

isn't the Cafe Gambetta.

Hey! Yes, sir? I know it is. I've been looking for a back entrance somewhere.

D'accord.

Qu'est-ce qui se passe, Armand?

Mayor Roger, I've been looking for you everywhere.

Well, why are you both being so unfriendly? Don't move. We would like to

ask you a few questions.

Come to that, so would I. Why has no one ever heard of you? It was a little joke

we had, monsieur.

My name is not Mayor Roger.

Oh, that's...

What do you want, chum? There's an allumette.

I've got a whole box full of them. Merci, monsieur.

How soon can you leave, Giles?

Cigarette?

Highly recommended.

Special Villefranche brand.

Why did you go there last night?

Do you really have to be told?

I suppose I'd better explain it to you.

During the war, the Café Max was one of the centers of the resistance.

It had a code name, and people using it had code names.

That's why the first time I took you there, I asked for Mayor Roger.

Called it the Café Gambetta.

I wasn't intending to deceive you, Giles.

But only to reassure them.

If they'd said to me I shouldn't have brought you there, I could have told

them he doesn't know anything.

Not even your real names.

You seem to have been to a lot of trouble.

I had found you likable.

Then suppose we forget the Café Gambetta. Forget it ever existed.

But we can't, Giles.

They won't forget it. Not after last night.

Look, you must go.

What happens if I stay?

Your life will not be safe.

That's nonsense, you know. But I came here to warn you, Giles. I'm serious.

Shouldn't I be the one to warn you?

What about this detective chap at the surety?

Monsieur Defoe.

Louis says he'll fail like the rest.

Louis, of course. How stupid of me.

It was Louis at the Gambetta that night in the spring, wasn't it?

When we were so unwelcome, we had to take our wine in the kitchen.

Alex, what's happened to you?

In some funny way, you've changed. There's something quite different about

you. There was for a moment that evening. It's the same now.

What are you afraid of?

Nothing.

You are, you know.

Is it something in yourself you're afraid of? Will you please stop being so

interested in me and go away?

I'm not interested in you. I love you.

Oh, Giles, for heaven's sake, stop being so incurably romantic.

I'm not in love with you.

Will you please try and understand? I do not love you. Now will you please go

away?

You seem to forget I'm dining with you and Louis tonight.

Very well, then.

This seems to be as good a moment as any to tell you about Pierre Cheval.

Thank you.

But only on certain conditions.

What are they?

There are three.

A, that you tell no one what I tell you.

Naturally, that includes the police.

Thank you.

B, that you stop making your tiresome inquiries.

And C, that you leave Alex alone.

Tell him what you have to tell.

That should cure him.

Very soon after Alex married Jacques Deleuze, Pierre Cheval and I were

arrested. Cheval was sent to a concentration camp, and I was sent to

Gestapo headquarters.

They didn't give you brandy there.

They had other means of loosening your tongue.

They burned my feet.

That's why I limped.

But I didn't tell them anything. I pretended to be mad.

And after a few days, I managed to escape.

Cigarette? No, thanks. Cigar?

No, thanks.

Exactly one week later, there were more arrests, including Alex's husband.

It was very nearly a clean sweep, and it was obvious that someone had given us

away.

For a time, we were all under suspicion.

But in the end, we found everything pointing to Pierre Cheval.

Unfortunately, there was nothing positive, no real proof.

When peace came...

Alex chose to live her own life, and earn her own living.

By chance, she ran into Cheval, and he fell violently in love with her.

She didn't like him, of course, but I, and the relatives of those who had been

betrayed, felt it was up to her to encourage him.

Infatuation with thought might lead to indiscretion.

We didn't, of course, expect evidence to satisfy a court of law, but only

evidence to satisfy ourselves.

Alex agreed to do as I asked.

And everything would have been simple except that you walked into her life.

Or rather, fell into it.

Her pity for you made things a little difficult.

You better tell the rest, Alex.

I can't do it.

Yes, you can.

After that uncomfortable meeting with Pierre on the stairs, I was very upset.

Everything seemed to conflict.

My feelings for you...

my loyalty to the memory of my husband, my duty to Louis and the others.

Pierre had always been difficult to keep at a distance.

The next time we met, his attitude was, if you, why not him?

That night I telephoned you, he asked me to come to his apartment for a drink.

We've been driving in the mountains together.

And it had been impossible to refuse.

When he started to make love to me, I tried to pretend, but it was no good.

He knew I didn't love him. He never had.

That made him angry.

He began to sneer and taunt.

I kept as calm as I could, but that only made him more angry.

Then suddenly, he did what we'd been waiting for.

He made a slip.

He told me he'd been in Avignon.

at a time when he was supposed to be in a concentration camp.

He saw it once, I'd understood, and quickly tried to cover up his mistake.

But I knew he was going to kill me.

I knew he never intended to let me out of that room alive.

He asked me if I wanted something to drink.

I suppose it was panic that made me call you.

Louis was away.

I had left a message asking him to come, but I didn't know whether he would get

it in time.

I pretended to be speaking to Madame Colony.

Et maintenant, je vous repasse le micro.

A vous de présenter votre musique préférée. Merci, mon cher.

Mais qu'est-ce que vous avez? Vous avez l'air songeuse.

Qui ça? Moi?

Oui, vous.

C'est mon choix de musique qui n'a pas le don de vous plaire?

Non, pas du tout.

Allons, dites-le ouvertement. Vous n'aimez pas beaucoup ça?

Si, si.

Peut-être nous n'avons pas les mêmes idées. Je m'en suis bien aperçu. Qu'est

-ce que vous avez dit? Moi, je dis que vous aimez la contradiction.

Par exemple, vous faites...

After a while you remember I telephoned.

I still had to go back for the body.

To make arrangements for the accident.

I suppose you hid Alex up here.

Yes.

That's why I ran for you to call on me.

I'm afraid I deceived those charming Americans.

I had to make certain you wouldn't continue to look for Alex.

As a matter of fact, she was here that first day.

I was ill in bed.

I was ill for some time.

Look here, Malinette.

Apropos your last condition.

I'd like Alex to come out with me just once.

How can it help for us to meet, Giles?

It has helped me. Is that important?

I think so.

How about tomorrow, then?

Tomorrow evening?

It won't do any good, but... All right.

Tomorrow.

Alex, you didn't tell me everything that happened between you and Pierre Cheval,

did you?

There was something else, wasn't there?

How do you know that?

From the way you talked to him.

I'm right, aren't I?

Yes.

Yes, it was something about my husband.

You see, after Jacques had been killed, the only thing left to me, the only

thing I still could believe in, was my memory of our six weeks of happiness

together.

It was a sort of shelter.

And I thought nobody could destroy it.

But that's exactly what Pierre did.

In his rage, he told me he knew that while Jacques was away doing his

sabotage work, He had been terribly unfaithful to me.

With one woman after another.

He said he heard him talking about me to two women in a cafe.

Making them scream with laughter.

Listen, darling, please.

Perhaps you can understand how I felt when I began to believe what he said.

Because in the end, I did believe it.

Afterwards, I made inquiries and found it all out.

It was all true.

Every little bit.

I'm terribly sorry.

Oh, I'm all right now, Giles.

But that one experience was enough.

I'm determined not to believe in anything again.

I'm not going to depend for my happiness on anybody else.

That's why I'm so grateful to my brother.

It was his kindness, his gentleness that helped me.

He stood by me when I needed him.

I think he needs me now.

A little bit.

Drink your wine up, my good girl.

You know, I want to go out on the terrace and see if you describe the view

accurately.

There's something different.

I know what it is. Last time there was music.

I remember.

And the frogs were croaking.

There's one now.

And I touched your face like this. No, no, no.

There's no need for it tonight.

You can see perfectly well.

It doesn't make it any easier.

But I told you, Giles, I don't want to go that way anymore.

Well, I know what you're trying to do. It's perfectly obvious, but I'm not

sentimental.

None of this means anything to me.

You don't believe me, do you?

When are you going to wake up, Alex?

You've put yourself into a trance.

You're denying yourself everything in the world you really want.

You've lost your courage.

Now you're trying to talk me into it.

I'm lost again.

Don't let me go.

This time, don't ever let me go.

Good evening, Mr. Gordon.

As Gossip would have told you by now, I'm a policeman.

I'm very much afraid I've come to ask for your help.

What can I do for you?

Villefranche, Mr. Gordon.

The Café Max.

You know it?

I've been there. So have I, tonight.

We had a little party.

Did you enjoy yourself?

Immensely. I arrested several people and commandeered a quantity of illegal

goods. I found it very amusing.

What do you know about the Café Max, Mr. Gordon?

I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't help you.

Oh. You don't want to implicate the sister.

Mr. Gordon, I would like to tell you something about the brother.

I know him. Know him well.

I have admiration for his war record and respect for his brain.

But I also know there is something criminally wrong with him.

Like many other people, he finds himself unable to adjust, to conform to peace.

Believe me, I know how it is.

I suffered from it myself.

In the end, one accepts a copybook phrase.

He who is not for the law is against it.

Is she implicated? Not yet.

But she's in love.

And consequently, her loyalties are divided.

In her case, that can be dangerous.

Very dangerous.

The girl is part of his life.

She's not only his sister, she's a symbol.

As long as he can dominate her, he's a ruler.

The others may be arrested or killed, but as long as she's with him, he's not

alone.

I tell you, he cannot be alone.

He must be of a group. It's leader and it's God.

Then isn't it only a question of time?

You're bound to get him in the end.

Exactly, but it may be too long a time.

With your help, I believe I shall get him sooner.

What do you say?

I need to think about it.

I'll come and see you in the morning.

Don't forget one thing, monsieur.

If the law gets him, you will make certain the law also gets her.

And if, for a little while, he escapes the law, he will make equally certain

that you do not get her.

Good night, Mr. Gordon.

I'm lost again.

Don't let me go.

This time, don't ever let me go.

Hello? Hello, Judge Gordon.

Mrs. Rimalini.

Alex has told me what happened this evening.

Frankly, I can't approve. Isn't that rather up to her?

Alex does what I think is best for her.

Not anymore, she doesn't. She asked me to give you a message.

She says I'm sorry, Maliné.

She'll have to tell me herself.

I'm coming up right away.

Your friend, Mr. Gordon, is coming up here to see you.

Does?

Oui.

Where have you been, Louis?

Snow.

Sorry, I'm late.

My dear fellow, you look as though you've had to walk.

Where's Alex?

She has gone to look for you.

I told her I thought it was rather pointless.

But she seemed to think something might have happened to you, Brandy.

Thank you.

She ought to be back soon.

How is your detective?

Informative. And so I imagine, were you?

Not yet.

But now, no doubt, prepared to be.

Certainly. I've just telephoned him from a cafe by the roadside. He's on his way

here now.

As a matter of interest, why, if not earlier this evening?

Earlier this evening, I was in a different state of mind.

I was happy.

I believe I even had a certain sympathy for you.

And now?

Now I know you a little better, don't I?

Then why my dear fellow coming up here, alone?

I told you, I want to see Alex.

You're wasting your time.

I don't think so.

Before, perhaps, you might have threatened to implicate her.

I still might.

Not on a murder charge.

I don't think I... Oh, you mean there was someone else in the car.

A driver. That's right, a driver.

He hadn't done you any harm, but you killed him because he happened to be in

your way.

Alex hasn't done you any harm either.

She's fallen in love with me, that's all.

But you can't approve.

I'm not taking any chances.

I'm going to take her away with me.

And if she doesn't want to go?

She does.

Then I must stop her.

It's no good, Louis.

Speak English, Louis, please.

Speak English.

I want Josh to understand everything we say once and for all.

I want him to know why I gave up living here with you.

Why I tried to start a new life, burning my living in a shoe shop.

Why did you?

Because I wanted to escape from his possessiveness and his domination.

Get away from him, Alix.

This is between him and me.

No, it's not.

It's just as much between you and me.

I tried to believe in you, Louis.

I gave up everything for you.

I even gave up chance.

And when nothing made sense for me, I still accepted your decisions and obeyed

your orders because I trusted you.

And how exactly have I failed you?

Louis, I've seen a car lying at the bottom of a gorge in flames.

Until I came into this room, I thought the judge was dead.

And somehow I knew you'd killed him.

You'd killed him!

And for no reason in the world but that I loved him.

I see my sister has made herself clear to you.

If you mean by that, do I understand her? Yes.

But you will never understand me, Mr. Gordon.

How can you?

You never suffered an occupation, never had your ideals tortured out of you,

only to find that when peace came from me, it had been useless.

Like you, I thought the world was a fine, healthy place to live in.

But it's not.

No.

No, it's rotten, poisoned, and sick.

It's you that's sick.

Look at you.

You've reached the last extremity. One murder leading to another.

For all your brains, you've become nothing but a thug.

Go on, then, Melanie.

What are you waiting for?

Thank you.