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Such a pretty little beach

Well Georges, are you trying to kill me?

Did you see those bastards? Dipping their lights would make them sick!

- No wonder accidents happen. - Accidents happen so easily, don't they?

Especially in this weather, it's slippery.

I'll have a nap, I still have lots of time.

- Am I home yet? - Almost.

- Anything for us, Georges? - Just a parcel for Marie.

I'll give it to her. No crate for me at the station?

Not yet. On tomorrow's train perhaps.

Don't forget. Tell her I'll come over on Sunday for coffee and brandy.

If she's not there, let me know tomorrow night.

Hey! The newspapers!

Don't worry. I'll tell her.

- Where are the fights today? - I don't know. I haven't read them.

Things are better at home?

She isn't well yet, but the doctor said she would recover.

- Wish her goodnight from me. - Alright Georges.

- Oh yes, you'll get over everything with the time. So don't worry.

I'm stopping here, there's no choice, this is the only hotel open all year.

Thank you.

No luxury, but it's not bad.

Have a nice stay, but at this season it won't be much fun.

I suppose not.

But you'll see, the countryside is pretty.

- Good evening, monsieur. - Good evening. Do you have a room?

Certainly. For several days?

Coming for the sea?

Arthur, please! He's right, in this season we have few visitors.

I'm thinking of staying here only for a short time.

- And you'll have your meals here? - Yes.

Perfect. If you will just fill in this form.

It's always best to be straight with the police, isn't it?

Of course.

- What's the date ? - Thursday the 20th.

- You're from Paris? - Yes.

- Did you come by train ? - Yes. Why?

No reason, I work for the railways, so I'm interested.

Let monsieur write.

I repair the rails actually but it's railway work, isn't it?

-Something wrong with the pen? - No. It's fine. Thank you.

So you're here on business?

No, to rest.

I've been ill and I've been told the air is good here.

I'd go elsewhere to rest It rains all the time here...

It may rain all the time but the air is better than at Berck.

And it's such a pretty little beach in summer.

But you must be tired after the journey.

Marthe, show the gentleman to Room 7.

Is it the lungs?

- Sorry? - Have you got problems with your lungs?

No. Just nerves.

How fortunate. Lungs can be horrible.

And contagious, too.

Monsieur! You've forgotten to enter your profession.

Student.

Don't bother, I'll write it down.

Thank you. I'm tired, I won't have any dinner tonight.

As you wish. Good evening.

Careful, there's a step broken.

Thank you.

If you lean out, you can see the sea.

The light switch is by the door.

- I'll bring you some water. - Thank you.

If you need anything, just call downstairs.

I couldn't know. I asked him if I could buy him a drink.

- Of course. - Good evening, everybody.

- Good evening, M. Georges. - Hello.

A glass of white wine.

Did you notice, I sent you a customer.

He won't make me rich. He went to bed without having dinner.

- He'll do better tomorrow. - He's ill.

Why? If it's TB he should be at Berck.

You make me laugh with your Berck! Berck! Berck! Berck!

I don't know. I don't care really.

That's what you do, speak of Berck all the time.

Anyway, it's not TB. It's his nerves.

What's up with the old man? Spring does that to him?

Maybe he's ill.

He ate like a horse tonight. He's only trying to be interesting.

I'm telling you, Marthe gets him worked up.

We'll put him to bed, that'll calm him down.

M. Lafront, Trying to say something, are we?

Yes, I got it. It's all right, it's time for bed now...

...where you'll have beautiful dreams.

I wonder what goes on in that head?

When you think what a fine man he was 3 years ago

...and now all the trouble he gives us! Marthe, take him to bed.

We'll be off too. See you tomorrow. Are you coming?

- See you tomorrow. - Good evening, gentlemen.

Come in.

You can joke about it. A beach like that would be great for car races.

The entire place would smell of petrol.

The clean air won't bring you any money.

It's because you don't know how to use it.

For a bit of petrol smell you'd have crowds everywhere!

They'd build palaces, superb garages with escalators.

- That would be nice. - Nicer than your hospitals full of corpses.

- Your races would not be on all year. - No, it would be seasonal.

With sick people, there are no seasons, the whole year's good.

TB takes a long time to cure, too!

And sick people have visitors, that's more guests needing rooms.

Affection does not care about seasons, right?

If you love someone, weather and the expenses don't matter...

...and TB is on the increase just now.

More and more people catch it.

Banking on the misery of others is disgusting.

Since it's there, we might as well benefit from it.

Don't you agree?

I don't care either way. The more trains, the more work for me, so...

And next to a "sana", you can always build a casino.

And those with TB, as long as they can walk, they act as if they're well.

You know what you remind me of, Mme Mahieu?

You remind me of a hyena, a dog living in hot countries and feeding on corpses.

Good morning, monsieur. Did you sleep well?

Very well. - A newspaper?

No. I'm here to rest, I'd rather not know what's going on.

- Good morning. - Good morning, monsieur.

- Mopping is good for the arm muscles. - Marthe's well-built already. Aren't you?

Who's that?

Excuse me. Could you direct me to a garage?

- Here's a job for you. - For repairs?

No, to park the car.

The only garage is at my place. I'll show you, to the right.

If you're staying a little while, I could wash the car. It needs it.

I don't know yet if I'll stay.

- You're from Paris? - Yes.

Are there many hotels around here?

Yes, in summer, but only one is open now.

Could I get a room?

Two, if you like; it's hardly crowded.

It's not much fun in winter, neither in summer for that matter.

So... I should start the job?

Is that hotel of yours completely empty?

Afraid you'll be bored?

If you have nothing special to do here, you'd better move on.

No, I drove all night. I'd like to sleep.

You'll be quiet all right.

There�s only another Parisian who arrived yesterday.

He doesn't look like a lively guy.

He seems rather gloomy.

Suffering from nerves.

Interesting.

I think I'll try your hotel.

Shall I wash your car then?

Certainly, go ahead.

The hotel isn't hard to find, that's where you stopped.

Thank you very much. Goodbye.

Goodbye, monsieur.

Careful, there's a broken step.

Thanks for the warning, though it might have come earlier.

Here's your room.

How delightful.

Is the view as pleasant?

Nice view.

At last a work of art!

A woman's smile and everything lights up!

Do you need anything else?

- What else could I need? - Lunch is at 12:30.

If possible I'd rather have my meals served in my room.

I'll ask Madame.

Here you are.

You've got very few guests, just a young man?

- Yes. Why? - Because I like silence.

I suppose that young man goes downstairs for his meals?

Of course.

Then you won't mind serving me here.

I understand the young man is ill.

I think so.

- Many young people are ill these days... - I'll bring you some water.

So you too!

Hey! Hey! Come back!

Excuse her, monsieur.

Move along!

You're a little hooligan, that's what you are!

Look at that sly little devil!

Answer me when I talk to you!

Where did you go again?

Are you going to answer me, yes or no?

Stop staring at me like that!

You will look down, won't you?

How impudent!

Take that one! And look down!

- May I have lunch now? - Certainly, sir.

I'm sorry, but that boy would try the patience of a saint.

Marthe, serve monsieur. And you, get lost!

- Some wine? - Yes.

- Half a bottle? - Yes.

One half of red.

Have you seen to the sea?

Yes, I went to the beach.

It's a pretty little beach, much better in summer though.

- The sun makes a difference. - Of course.

If you haven't got enough, you can ask for more.

- No. - You must eat, you've got a big frame to fill.

- You're very kind. - Not at all.

- Who's he? - Nothing much.

An orphan boy.

- Have you had him long? - Almost two years.

We always employ them. Haven't you finished yet!

They're cheaper than a servant

and you give them the work the maids won't do.

- Very handy. - And economical.

But you have to be careful, you don't know where that comes from.

That's born from no one knows whom. I'm too kind to him.

They're thieves, lazybones. And we're too good to look after them.

But it's useless,

they're born rotten. The wages of sin, you might say.

And if they ended up on the gallows one day, I wouldn't be surprised.

Come in.

Move over.

It stings. I know.

- Thank you. - It's nothing.

# only being able to bring me bitterness

# .. bringing me bitterness

You wanted something, monsieur?

You hotel is wonderful. You even have musical afternoons.

# I saw in your eyes the reason for my living.

# Believing in your love...

Stop loitering around, you!

- It's a beautiful record, isn't it? - A very beautiful record.

# What remains today of the happiness of my nights?

# just a cruel boredom, soiled memories

# our bodies separate

# I wanted to erase the sound of your voice

# Should I forget the tenderness of your touch?

Good evening, monsieur. Your dinner is ready.

Marthe, serve monsieur. You didn't go out this afternoon.

No. I was tired, so I slept.

It's nice to rest, but you must also take advantage of the good fresh air.

- You like soup, I hope. - Yes, yes, very much.

You're right, it's very healthy.

Marthe!

Don't forget to lay the table for M. and Mme Curlier.

I guess I know that by now.

They're a couple from Arras, he owns a factory.

They come every weekend. Even in winter.

You moron!

Can't you be more careful!

You can't be trusted. Well, what are you waiting for?

For me to clean it up, perhaps?

And afterwards, you'll take dinner to room 3.

- What is it? - Your dinner, sir.

One second.

Come in.

I haven't seen you before. Are you a child of the family?

Not likely.

So, where do you come from? You're working here?

I'm from charity.

Don't rush off like that!

- Do you smoke? - Sometimes.

Here...

You're right. It's never too early to do wrong.

- How old are you? - 15.

15?

So you're from charity?

And what sort of work must you do here?

A bit of everything.

The dirty jobs.

Yes.

Naturally. Are they rough on you?

Very rough?

When she feels like it, she beats me.

You should leave.

Some of the boys tried to, but they always get caught.

Not always. I'm telling you this for your own good...

But if you don't have the guts, you'll rot here till the end of your days.

And that would be a shame.

No?

Of course it would.

You're 15 and a... a handsome boy.

- Hasn't anyone ever told you that? - No, never.

I'm telling you now. It could help you succeed.

There are plenty of nice things one can do in life, you know.

...agreeable, profitable things.

You have good looks, you should use them.

- Am I right? - I don't know, monsieur.

You'd better go now.

Yes.

Come and see me when you have a moment. We'll talk.

I always give good advice.

Tell me...

- Are you friendly with the man opposite? - I wish he would clear out, that one.

What has he done to you?

Nothing.

That's perfect. Take this. Let me know when he goes out.

All right.

Marthe, hurry up, we're starving.

Ah! Thank you.

We didn't expect you so early. What brings you here?

Business as usual. And it's my son's birthday tomorrow, too.

Marthe, some bread.

We've never seen you here before.

I've never been here before.

How do you like it here? Pretty country, isn't it?

Yes. Very pretty.

Bon app�tit.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Is anyone there?

Bobby, shut up!

# give me sometimes ... looking for it near you

# a sad and sweet echo

What a voice she had!

# of what kills love.

That woman gives me the blues.

But you're soaked. You'd better have something to drink.

Yes, give me a brandy.

- I'm sleepy. - Go to bed then.

- Aren't you coming? - I'm staying a bit.

Give it to me, I haven't finished it.

- But my crossword? - You'll do it tomorrow.

Good night.

Did you read it? It was a robbery. All her jewels were gone.

I could have sworn it!

It's at the bottom of the page.

You seem sad.

You shouldn't be.

You have all your life before you.

-...didn't suffer much. - You�re talking about your singer's death?

Yes, about our singer's death.

Here's a photograph of my boy.

That's my wife beside him.

He'll be 8 years old tomorrow and I won't be there.

His birthday, and I won't be with him.

It's dreadful, so pointless.

I wish it had been a crime of passion.

I understand.

I love family life and yet here I am, a travelling salesman.

He's like his mother, he's rather delicate.

- Is he a big boy? - Yes, people think he is 10.

Monsieur, monsieur...

Madame Mahieu told me you're from Paris, you must have heard her sing often.

Perhaps you even saw her?

Yes, I saw her.

- Often? - Sometimes.

- Why are you so sad? - I'm not sad.

We never see anything in the provinces.

Well, it's lucky there are records, isn't it?

They'll be a bit like documents now.

Now that she's dead they'll be valuable.

I'm going to call my wife.

It's so strange to hear the voice of someone you loved.

Excuse me.

Hello? Hello?

- How strange he is! - It's his nerves.

- Connect me to Roubaix.

I wasn't criticizing him.

- Going out? - I'll be back in a moment.

Hello? Connect me to 544.12 in Roubaix.

You've never had to do hard work, you.

I used to.

Long ago?

Yes.

And it has been so exhausting that you've been resting ever since?

Yes. Something like that.

Is studying so hard?

I'm not a student.

- Don't you do anything? - No.

It's funny. I've never stopped working.

Sometimes I wonder why.

Are you sick of it all?

Sometimes, but I get over it.

Even if you're sick of it, you have to carry on.

Before coming here, I worked in the mines in Belgium.

So I'm not complaining now.

If I had a husband and kids I'd have as much work as at the hotel.

I wouldn't even have Sunday afternoons off.

I saw what happened to my mother. Poor woman!

You're better off working for other people.

You must accept the way things are.

You can't change anything...

So...

You're right, you can't change anything.

Filthy weather.

Once it starts, it goes on for days in these parts.

For weeks even.

You've been here before?

In summer, long ago, as a kid.

And it rained?

All the time.

I'm not surprised, it's always like that.

Still it sucks when you're on holidays.

On holidays, yes.

Still it's funny that once wasn't enough, that you came back.

You must have been a cute-looking kid.

I don't know.

Now, you're beautiful. You must have been told that before.

Yes. It didn't help me much.

Where did...

I won't start questioning you.

You see, sometimes just being there, like this...

you know that you're not alone, that's all.

It's really pouring. Can you hear?

Yes, it's good just being here.

I know, you're all the same.

You mustn't be ashamed, you know.

I've seen tougher men than you.

It's like a weariness you can't fight against.

Perhaps it is nothing but weariness.

Having to live is hard.

Go ahead and cry, that helps, too.

Men can cry, too.

They often have good reason.

I hope you're not cold; you must be careful in this damp weather,

it's easy to catch cold.

I'm better now. I thank you.

No!

You don't have to thank me.

Giving you solace is my way of not feeling alone.

It's not the same with you, though...

you're really like a little kid.

And after a while, being together with a woman...

they get ideas, and you must give in.

Already in Belgium, it was like that.

Whether they're Belgian, French, Polish...

Maybe it's the only thing that helps them forget.

Maybe.

You, too?

No.

I'm glad.

It's silly, but with you I'd have been embarrassed.

If it helps you to tell me what's wrong...

go ahead, tell me.

Is it so difficult?

No. Nothing's wrong with me.

Except that I'm done for. It's not worth talking about.

...and there's nothing anyone can do. - But...

No. Please stop.

Time to get back.

Yes.

Let's go while the rain has stopped.

But the ground's so wet.

Wait. I brought a canvas.

- Where is it then? - Here it is.

- Let's go. - We'll make noise.

- Let's go, I'm telling you.

It seems to have upset you.

Yes, it upset me.

How complicated you are.

To us!

You make two points like this, and then, in the second row, you reverse it.

- It's pretty, I must try it. - And it doesn't go out of shape.

Do you have today's paper?

We must wait for the evening papers to get any news.

However here's the morning paper.

Should I keep one for you every evening? It's more interesting.

- Yes. - The killer may have been caught.

Maybe. Yes.

Looking for cockles? You've got a lot already.

Cockles are good, aren't they? Even raw.

When I was your age, I gathered cockles too, on a beach just like this...

...on such a pretty little beach.

When I had a lot, I'd cook them over a fire.

They're good when you're hungry.

I'd bake potatoes in hot ashes, too.

Don't you?

Answer me.

I stole the potatoes, for the days when I had go without lunch.

It must happen to you too.

I'd make a fire in a shed I had built.

One very much like yours.

I worked hard too. As hard as you ...

...maybe harder, a man ordered me about,

and he didn't like me.

I had to pump water, like you.

It's awful in winter at 5 am, isn't it?

Won't you talk to me?

Like you, I would get away to the shed whenever possible.

It's nice there, all alone.

He never thought of looking for me there...

...but when I got back I got it plenty, just like you, I'm telling you.

Won't you talk to me?

I used to be wild too. I understand.

Look, there's one here.

There's a better place over there, near the shed.

After the spring tides you'll even find...

Hey!

Come in.

You know this place well, don't you?

- Me? - Yes, you.

You sometimes have company here.

Don't deny it. I've seen you.

Don't be afraid.

I'm delighted when I come upon a bit of love.

Tell me, I hope she compensates you for you labors.

She what?

I mean, I hope she slips you a bank note now and then.

No.

No? One cannot rely on the bourgeoisie anymore after that!

You must ask her, my boy, you must.

Why?

Because there are things you must pay for, at a certain age, you know.

You've got it. I knew you were gifted.

Why are you telling me this?

Because I love coincidences.

No, you wouldn't understand.

So you'll ask her?

Maybe.

You must. I'll tell you something worth remembering.

Love doesn't exist. Got it?

It doesn't exist. Don't you ever believe in it!

But take advantage of it.

As much as you can.

- Will you remember that? - Yes.

You're a good pupil. A very good pupil.

Do you know that he saw you last night too?

- He did? - Yes.

If he says something ask him why he was in the shed with the waitress.

He was with Marthe?

That's right.

You don't like him.

No. I don't.

Won't you tell me why not?

I don't know why, just like that...

He's always spying on me; he was in my shed yesterday.

What shed?

What shed?

You can tell me, we're friends.

The shed I have over there, in the bunker.

Was he alone there?

Yes. I don't know what he was doing, he was searching.

Go get me a packet of cigarettes,

get one for yourself too and keep the change.

- What sort? - Any kind... Gauloises.

Grandma came too, despite her sciatica.

A postman's outfit? No! Hello? Hello?

Louise, I can't hear you. Where are you going?

It's Saturday, my evening off, isn't it?

- Very well. - He's not too tired?

Have you finished with the evening papers?

Not yet.

It's getting more complicated.

Louise! Can you hear me?

Yes, yes. I can hear you too.

It must be so exciting, being a detective.

And Edouard is there too?

And what did Vovonne bring him?

No!

You don't seem to like that record.

But I do.

Don't deny it, my intuition tells me otherwise.

Perhaps it brings back memories?

- That's right. - I do pity you, then.

For memories, music is dreadful, I know.

For me it's "Valse triste". Do you know it?

Sibelius.

It reminds me of someone I knew before my marriage.

Life doesn't always work out the way it should, does it?

No. Not always.

# What else is there but happiness...

He blew out all of the candles with one puff.

Listening to her, we feel we knew her.

Oh no, you're not going out now!

I'd like to go for a walk.

No, stay. You keep to yourself at your age.

Don't you like being with us?

Give us two cognacs; we'll drink to my boy's 8th birthday.

Poor woman.

Yes... Just imagine, she stayed here once.

She did, you know.

Ah she did?

I wasn't here yet, my uncle ran the hotel.

Before his stroke.

I would have loved to have seen her from close.

Oh, she wasn't beautiful...

..and not so young either.

Life is strange.

I think she'd been in a car crash or something.

To my boy's 8th birthday!

Those things make an impact, I can tell you.

Let's toast glasses.

The day she left, a boy from charity who worked here went missing too.

And two things together... that's a milestone.

- Maybe she abducted him? - Her?

She could have been his grandmother!

- That's no reason... - Such a difference in age!

Still it's disgraceful. When you imagine the life she must have been leading...

My wife may be calling back.

The papers say she was always surrounded by young people.

- ...It's for you. - It's Louise.

- Women like that have two professions. - If not three.

They found her naked under her bathrobe, at three in the afternoon.

They only think of their bodies. We can see where that leads them to.

- Before murdering her, the killer... - Don't say that!

But they are horrible in those circles.

- Maybe he was a sadist. - To die like that, quite defenseless...

They never tell us the details, but I'm sure it was a sadist!

Maybe she loved him,

Who knows? Poor woman!

Yes, that poor woman!

I'll play her record again, for remembrance.

But what happens then isn't the women's fault,

they have their excuses.

Them they are the monsters, that scum!

Women love, they love!

They're just looking for love, nothing else!

You must forgive them for that, looking for love, always!

But if they catch him they should kill him, guillotine him!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Come with me, stop making a fool of yourself.

Have you ever seen a place where it rained that much?

Silly of me, I forgot you're almost a local boy.

There must be a bistro open somewhere. Come on.

How did you know that I was here?

Because I'm clever.

Meaning what?

I remembered what you told us about your childhood...

About the place where she picked you up when you were 16.

And since you're sentimental...

Why did you come?

To see how a man behaves who has just killed a woman ...

and to thank you.

I didn't have the courage to do it myself.

You did me a favor.

- You loved her that much? - No psychology, please!

Don't whistle that.

It bothers you? The first song I wrote for her.

I know.

- Where are the jewels? - What?

I said, where are the jewels?

- I don't know I... - Don't act dumb!

I tell you I didn't take them, I left without taking anything.

So they were just spirited away? Who are you trying to fool?

I repeat, I didn't take them.

Listen, I need money.

Give me some of them and you won't hear of me again.

I didn't take them!

You didn't kill her for that, but you took them.

You had to do it. I know that.

- Will you shut up! - You want it all.

Will you shut up!

You're crazy! I didn't take them!

I didn't take them!

- So that's why you came. - One has to live.

What will you do now?

Forget.

- You'll never forget a thing. - Yes, will forget.

Not a thing. You're finished just like me.

Why did you kill her?

I couldn't stand it anymore.

Some motive! And now you imagine you are rid of her?

Yes.

I thought that too. But you'll see, she's worse dead than alive.

That's not true.

It is. And you've found that out already.

Will you go back to Paris?

I have to.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

Coming!

Good luck.

Good luck?

Believe me, we're done for.

I'm sorry to call so late, but I'm leaving. Is my car ready?

Is there a telephone nearby?

Everything's closed. Use ours.

Can you take my car out for me?

Hello?

I want the police station in Arras.

Hello?

Hello, police?

- We've got to warn him. - I'll do it.

Pierre!

Pierre!

Trust me, pal,

you must never let them catch you.

Once you're in Belgium you'll manage, you'll see.

And you'll move to some other place.

You'll start a new life, forget all this.

Tell us you will do it.

My friend comes every morning at 6. He'll take to the border in his truck.

And from there you can get away. He's a pal. You've nothing to fear.

What do you say?

All right. I'll go.

You'll see, it'll all work out.

Stay with George. I'll go back to the hotel,

I'll come back in the morning.

See you later.

Make yourself at home. I might as well do some work this night.

Can I help?

If you like, but you'll get dirty.

Hand me the wrench.

This damned car needs some repair works!

People neglect maintenance, and they bring us their cars in this condition.

You're all right, my boy?

Yes, but my back hurts.

You'll get used to it. Don't worry.

Life's a bitch.

Yes, life is a bitch.

It was stupid of you to come here, you might have known he'd look here first.

Yes, but I couldn't help myself; I had to see it all once more.

If the old man weren't paralyzed, he'd have recognized you.

I thought about it, but I wanted to see him again too.

He could talk, I didn't care, I had to come back.

And I found everything like it was.

Everything. The hotel, the pump...

the rain...

the shed,

even the record.

If it broke one of these days, I'd be glad.

There's a boy, too, just like I was, doing the same work...

up to the same tracks, just as unhappy.

Come on! You'll be in Belgium tomorrow.

You're not the first one who thinks everything's over.

I've helped others pass through it.

Have you seen them again later?

Sometimes, when I go back there.

Do you think they're happier?

Of course they are happy.

They've started a new life, they're fine.

You see...

Sure, there are memories. - Yes, there are memories...

You've got no choice. Jail or Belgium.

Belgium is the best choice.

You should eat a little.

If you wait until night to get through you won't eat anything all day.

Time is slow when you're waiting.

Three hours to go.

Roughly.

Sometimes he's late, sometimes he's early.

I'm going to lie down a bit.

Not to sleep but to rest a bit. You should do the same.

I'm not tired. Later, perhaps.

Don't feel embarrassed, it's a big bed.

It's great, what you're doing for me.

Georges.

Goodbye, my friend.

What do you want?

Come.

I used to sleep here, too. God, how cold I'd get.

What do you want?

Listen carefully, I haven't much time left.

Very soon, they'll be talking about me.

Don't believe what they say.

I'll tell you everything myself.

I killed the woman.

That much is true.

But I'm really not bad; I want you to know that.

I used to work here when I was your age.

I did the same jobs you're doing now.

Winter's hardest, isn't it?

Then she came...

and I left with her.

I would have left with just anybody.

But I couldn't see her as she was.

She was...

You know the voice on the record. She...

You start dreaming, listening to a woman's voice, don't you?

5 years it lasted. 5 years of filth.

You can't imagine the life she made me lead.

All the others, the whole gang.

I couldn't stand it and there was no way out..

That's why I killed her.

I'm not sorry that I did it.

But everything is even worse now.

I made a mess of it all,

but I want it to be different for you.

Don't run away or go against them;

If you left, you can't imagine what it would be like.

It will take courage, I know, long years of courage.

But keep on waiting, and one day it'll end.

Here... Take this.

Don't show it to anyone.

Think of me sometimes when you can't stand it anymore...

and remember what I did.

I've got to go now.

Try to have courage, boy.

Don't do anything stupid, right?

That's all I can tell you.

I was the one who built the shed when I was here.

So don't be angry with me.

So you've really had her, the old bitch.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Bring the pitchers in, then.

What's the matter?

He just came here.

Long ago?

No.

- Marthe! - What?

Do you think he'll come back?

How should I know!

- Have you seen him? - He's not here?

No. He left while I was sleeping

I can't wait any longer.

Five minutes.

- He won't come, you can go. - Are you sure?

- Yes, he's made other arrangements.

Pity, I would have liked to help.

I suspected he wouldn't go.

What will he do?

There's another solution he thought about.

Maybe it's for the best that way.

Maybe.

I must get back to work.

Wait

Look over there.

I hope they're too late.

Let's take a walk to the sea before lunch.

Good idea. The sea air is better than an aperitif.

My boy collects postcards of War Memorials.

So I buy some everywhere I go.

Children are so sweet.

His interests are so serious for his age.

Good day.

It really is such a pretty little beach.

The End

The creators of this film would like to point out

that their characters belong to a psychological tradition accepted by the public,

and are only remotely connected with reality.

It was not their intention to attack the reputation

of the Charity Wards of the State for whom every effort is made

to ensure that they live as the other children.

Charity wards are: painters, sculptors, lawyers, doctors, engineers,

officers, civil servants. They take their place among the nation's elite.

Crime issues from of all kinds of milieus.

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