All language subtitles for House of Cards (Guillermin, 1968)

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- What round is it?
- It's still the first.

- I've been on this floor 3 times.
- 4.

Why set a world's record, huh?

Now what?

Now we go back to Paris.

And then what?

Then we go get us a cold beer.

You're running out
of things to do, my friend.

It's time to go home, Reno. Take a
job on your brother's chicken ranch.

Write the book you're always
taking about.

Make something of yourself.

Chickens get up awfully early, Louis.

- A tire?
- Didn't sound like it.

Somebody's shooting at us!

Little past your bedtime, isn't it?

Get a load of this.

- Oh, it's very small.
- Big enough to steal a Beretta.

What are you going to do about him?

I don't know.

Come on. Mush.

Who do I see about his kid?

Paul.

Looks like you've been out for
a walk in your pajamas and slippers.

Or running away from home, maybe?

You didn't leave me a note.
You didn't kiss me goodbye.

- Maybe you don't love me anymore.
- I was going to come back.

That's good to hear. It wouldn't be
much fun around here without you.

I see you brought home a friend.

Davis is the name. The beef is
that kid tried to kill me...

on the Bois de Boulogne
not 15 minutes ago.

This 58 pound boy tried to kill you?

He sure as hell did.

He won't go to the bathroom
alone if it's dark.

Besides, I put him to bed myself
at 7:30 with his teddy bear.

He got out again with a gun.

Lady, I came within 2 inches of
being cold meat in the Paris morgue!

- What are you gonna do about it?
- He's 8 years old. You're scaring him.

Dammit! He scared me!

Paul, I think
we must have an explanation.

- I this man telling the truth?
- I wasn't aiming at him.

I was only trying out the gun.

Take him upstairs.
We'll talk about this tomorrow.

Hold on a minute.

If we had a woodshed handy
we'd settle it out there.

As there isn't, you grab a deep
breath and say, "I'm sorry sir."

Anything along that line'll do.

I'm sorry sir.
I didn't mean to alarm you.

I apologize for any inconvenience
I may have caused you.

More than I bargained for but ok.

- Dismissed?
- Dismissed.

My name is Claude de Gonde, I'm
the boy's much chagrinned uncle.

Reno Davis.

Paul's father is dead.
He has no one to follow.

You must forgive us.

When my old man died, I crawled
under the porch for 3 days.

They had to get a fireman
with a hockey stick to get me out.

Then you won't find it necessary
to mention this to the police.

Forget it.

May I compensate you in
any way for your trouble?

No trouble.
I can find the door.

I wish there was
something we could do.

There is. You can run bed
check on that boy from now on.

Leaving town Mr. Davis?

- Trying to.
- Can't you get any action?

Looks like I'm getting some now.

Get in.

- Broke?
- Well...

If I bought I nickel
candy bar it would dent me.

I've gone through a lot
of trouble tracking you down.

Your concierge told me I might
find you here if I hurried.

What have you got in mind Lady?

My son thinks you're the greatest
thing since vanilla icecream.

- That's nice.
- I'm looking for a tutor for him.

Not the usual kind.
He's had those.

But he's never seen America. I'd
like for him to know what it's like.

4th of July, opening day at
the ballpark, trick or treat.

Why don't you take him there?

I could bring it to him
with someone like you.

You don't know anything about me.

You don't know anything
about me either.

Do you want to take it on, yes or no?

Lady...

I'm no Mary Poppins.

It pays 3000 francs a month...

that's 600 American dollars.

That's a great little kid you got,
I love him already.

I thought you might be available.

For hire, nor for sale.

I want a TV set,
American coffee, and...

every Sunday off.

- Every other Sunday.
- Ok.

I'll see you later,
back at the house.

Reno Davis.

I know.

This way.

I'll take one of your cigarettes.

An American this time. I suppose
you'll want a bath every day.

- That's right.
- And no garlic in your food.

Americans worry about their breath.

Not me. Mine's sweet as a baby's.

We had one before you. He wore
silk shirts and Italian shoes.

Yeah? What happened to him?

Dead.

The work that hard?

My name is Jeanne-Marie.
I'll be looking after you.

Doing your room, your laundry,
whatever else required.

I expect to be tipped.

- What's the going rate?
- I'll leave that up to you.

Where do I leave the money?
On the dresser?

Why not?
You'll get very good service.

But I'm kind of hard to please.

I like somebody there to pick up
the soap in the shower when I drop it.

Stuff like that.

You don't look like the type.

The other men in this house
find me attractive.

They're right.
You are really yummy.

It's just that I like to put
the ball into play myself.

So where's your room doll?

If you are so independent...

find it!

Allow me to present you to
the rest of the family.

My mother in law,
Madame Gabrielle de Villemont...

the most venerated
member of our family.

Monsieur Vosier, my cousin.

And his charming wife.

Oh yes, my secretary,
Monsieur Bourdon.

We dress for dinner in this house.

I would have worn my navy blue suit,
except I hocked it.

My governess took
her meals in the kitchen.

We grow alarmingly democratic.

Proust once called Madame a snob.

She regarded it as a great compliment.

What will you drink?
Montrachet, Chambertin?

Equally pleasant.

- I don't know.
- Try the Montrachet.

You'd better drink something.
The going can get rough these dinners.

Anne's afraid I'll bore
you with our misfortunes...

we talk a great deal about
the old days, all that's been lost.

We had the most beautiful house.

Of white stone.

Grapes from the table came
from our own vineyard.

You see, we're colonials run out of
Algeria, stripped of everything.

Exiled from the home we love
and can never see again.

I'm displeased with you for not
consulting me about the American.

Anne made the choice.

- Complications will arise from him.
- I don't foresee any.

They've already begun.

You're over 21. Do you have to show
your license her to get a drink?

She's the head of the house.
We differ.

You're not a falling down drunk,
are you?

I'd like to be.

I might to if I had to visit the
plantation in Algeria every night.

Twice on Sunday.
But that's not why I drink.

You got better reasons?

I am a poor little widow woman
and when everybody goes to bed...

and turns out the lights,
the bats begin to fly.

You seem tired my dear.
Why don't you go to bed?

I'm not ready yet.

You need your rest. Madame
has not been well lately.

Madame has been crazy lately.

Madame is crazy now.

As a matter of fact, I just
got off the happy farm.

People keep dieing all around me
like I was one big traffic accident.

It's the damnest thing.

Paul has fallen asleep. Would you
mind taking him to his room?

- Now.
- Sure.

Just to keep me in the picture,
what happened to the guy before me?

He was found in the river.

Floating on top like
a Japanese paper.

Is that right?

If I don't make the grade,
just can me.

I thought I'd met 'em all.

I'm not a member of the family,
Mr. Davis.

I'm Dr. Morillon.
Anne de Villemont is my patient.

This is Paul de Villemont.

You've got the wrong room Doc.

I look after the child as well.

I call by every night,
we have a quiet time together...

before he goes to sleep.

He might sleep easier
if they moved him out of here.

This isn't a kid's room.
It's a battalion headquarters.

These standards may
look like rags to you...

but men have wrapped
themselves in them and died...

in Senegal, in the Sudan,
at Dienbienphu...

He can sleep under them.

You're the doctor.

I'm more than that.

I was his father's closest friend.

He died in a hot street in Algeria.

They threw a bomb in
the open window of his car.

The ashes from the fire
settled on our white suits.

There are times
I wish I died with him.

At any rate...

we still have his son.

The line is unbroken.

There will be another
General de Villemont.

Supposing he blows it and
turns out to be a dentist.

This one will drill men Mr. Davis...

not teeth.

Alright Paul!

Strike.

- This hand.
- This.

Man on second, lined up...

Pitch.
Strike two.

One more strike and we got him out.

He's out!

That a boy!

Mr. Davis!

I don't want my child
disappearing on me.

I want to know where
he is every minute.

If you leave the house, check
with me first. Is that clear?

You don't just bundle him off.

Look lady, that kid has got
to be let off the leash...

and you are holding up the game.

Here Louis, see if
he can handle a curve.

Have a seat in the bleachers?

Who's the man?

My friend Louis, nice man.

Keeps elevator doors from
closing on little old ladies.

Also likes kids.

Who doesn't?
I wish I had a dozen of them.

What's stopping you?

I don't happen to have a husband.

You're young, good looking.
You'll get another crack at it.

I'm not interested in
getting married again.

And I'm not in the least anxious to
discuss my personal affairs with you.

Furthermore...

I don't want you to do any night
prowling while you in my house.

So stay away from the maid,
I've got a youngster to think about.

Don't worry. There's only one woman
on the premises that interests me.

That's his mama.

I pay you to look after my son.
And you concentrate on that.

It's the only thing
that concerns me.

Maybe too much.

Sometimes in bed at night,
I think that he's gone.

I run into his room and he's there.

But one night he won't be.

- You've been threatened?
- No.

- Then forget it.
- I'm afraid I can't.

If it'll make you feel any better...

I'll bunk in with him and
never let him out of my sight.

- That's not enough.
- Short of a gun, what else can I do?

Carry one. This one.

You can blow a very big hole
through a man with this.

Maybe you could lady.

- Where did you get this?
- The lady of the house.

Her fear of kidnapping.

It's come up before. She's treated
by our doctor for this very thing.

I understand. Her husband was killed
by terrorists in Algeria.

The boy is very like him. She's
afraid he might become a victim too.

But there's no threat.
There's no plot.

No danger to the boy.
Except one.

Anne herself.

It might become necessary
to protect the boy from her.

You seem agitated.

Why?

No. It's nothing.

Still.

Our young American friend
grows curious.

Why should there be
any curiosity about us?

Dr. Morillon, the eminent
psychiatrist, Vosier...

a celebrated bon viver...

you, a prominent man of business...

my own modest self,
a publisher of some...

repute. All of us...

pillars...

of the French society.

Sampson pushed pillars
and the temple fell.

Our temple is not going to fall.

No, you my dear De Gonde,
are going to give a party...

And invite our young gentleman.

Yes.

We'll soon see if our American
Sampson must be shorn.

Here below is the King of Cups.

It means there is a powerful man...

who may either become
your good friend...

or your deadly enemy.

This is now being weighed
in the balance.

You drew the tower my dear.

Are you sure you're
dealing off the top?

You may make light of it,
but in Tarot...

this card predicts
ruin and disaster.

I didn't get your name.

- Davis, Reno.
- What do you know?

I'd sure rather run into
an American around here.

Jesse Hardee, tractors and hardware.

You like this town son?
You having yourself a good time?

Ring a ding.

Well you're young. I've had an
acid stomach ever since I got here.

They can keep their fancy wines.
Give me good old Milwaukee beer.

What are you?
A friend of the family or what?

I work for 'em.

These are inspired people Davis.

They see the termites gnawing away
at the foundations of the house...

and intend to do something about it
before the walls cave in.

I saw you fight in the Vel d'Hiv
about a year ago...

the night you knocked out
that big Senegalese.

I got lucky.

Right. If you hadn't run him to
death, he'd have cut you to pieces.

I'm Leschenhaut.
I was a boxer myself...

also one time priest,
an unfrocked communist...

a bad poet, a good lover,
a big eater... What are you?

I'm a vaccinated, white,
protestant American male...

with a slight sinus condition.

You're more than that. You write.
I read your something...

in the "Paris Review".
Wasn't your Papa Hemingway...

handy with his fists?

He laid out a few
critics in his time.

What would you like to fight for?

I don't know.
A place in the subway maybe.

What about a new world without...

any weaklings, without any would be
suicides who don't have the guts...

to slit their own throats?

Sounds groovy, but
what do you do for laughs?

As a writer you have a duty...

to reveal
the true nature of the enemy.

Join us in our great crusade. The
black and yellow hordes are advancing.

We must hold them off.

Sieg Heil.

Would you believe me if
I told you I'm freezing to death?

Yes.

I guess it's this marble staircase.
It's been a lifelong problem.

- Would you like to go someplace else?
- Where?

We could got to the kitchen,
raid the icebox.

I've never seen the kitchen.

I own the damn house and
I've never seen the kitchen.

How do you get at
the leftover turkey?

I ring bells and
I get things on trays...

under little silver covers.

Tough life!

Lonesome.

I never see the milkman.

You don't approve of all this.
What do you approve of, Mr. Davis?

I started out approving of you lady.
Very much.

Now you're beginning
to change your mind?

Let me change it back for you.

- Goodnight boss.
- No. It's early.

But I don't want to
turn into a pumpkin.

- Good grey doctor.
- Good evening Madame.

You're late. It must
be pretty sick out.

- My apologies.
- Mr. Davis...

May I present Dr. Morillon,
the man who polices my psyche.

Mr. Davis is my son's nanny.

We have met.

You've missed
several appointments lately.

Guilty.

I think you should take your
situation a little more seriously.

I know I'm in trouble.

Lead a quiet life Madame.
A discrete one.

Be more concerned for your health.

I don't really care that much.

Mr. Davis...

would you help steer
me up these stairs?

I'm not so sure
I can make it under my own steam.

Nighty night.

Mr. Davis,
please don't leave.

I want you to help me
to get out of here.

- I'll pay you a lot of money.
- Where do you want to go?

New York...

Zanzibar, Iceland...

- any place out of France.
- Buy a ticket. Get on a jet.

I tried that. Paul and I
got as far as the airport.

They brought us back.

Who?

My brother in law, De Gonde
and the other one, Edmond.

Dragged you back, huh?

You don't believe it?

I'm listening.

I had a breakdown.

They put me in a sanitarium at Issy.

I spent 3 months cutting out
paper dolls...

and there was only
one way to get out.

I had to put myself under
De Gonde's charge.

That's where I am now.

Under house arrest, huh?

That's right.

You think I'm making it
up as I go along?

I don't want to hurt your feelings but
we have to take into consideration...

the possibility that you're
a little out of your skull.

Your doctor thinks so,
so does your brother in law.

And so do you.
How can I overcome that Mr. Davis?

How do I get your help?

If I can't buy it, do you
want me to go to bed with you?

The idea has a lot of merit.

But somehow I reached my manhood...

without using slugs in the telephone
or taking advantage of distress cases.

Scotch.

Mr. Davis...

I've left my cigarettes in my coat, would
you be good enough to get them?

You want me to get your cigarettes?

Do you find the suggestion outrageous?

Not if both your legs are broken.

You must forgive me if
I misunderstood your position.

I thought you were a servant.

Have one of mine.

You take a great interest in Madame.
And she in you.

- You make housecalls yourself doc.
- Let me speak to you plainly.

Let me tell you what I think
of a man that tries to...

make love to an unstable
neurotic woman.

It belongs in the clinical textbook...

along with your other degenerates.

You better have some aspirin
in that little black bag of yours.

'Cause you're gonna have
a hell of a headache.

You're too tense Pablo.
They'll never bite.

- But how can they tell?
- Believe it. They can tell.

Hey Reno!

Only for such men of character
would I arrive at 6 in the morning.

Reno...

How do you like my little Veronique?

- She replaces Adele.
- Who replaced Marie.

I found her in the police station...

when I went to pay
a fine for committing...

a public outrage.

Louis, I've been warning
you about that.

This time I was caught
writing on the wall.

Anyway. This little pigeon is going
to see if there is a dossier...

on your Dr. Morillon.

While the Prefect of Police
is pinching her bottom...

she'll be pinching the papers.

I could lose my job.
What if I do?

You won't baby, we've decided
to let the matter drop.

- Why have you changed your mind?
- 'Cause of an hour ago...

the lady doesn't want me to mix in.

I'm not surprised.
It fits in with my theory.

I have one you know.

That the lady and her lover...

this handsome, virile doctor...

did away with her husband.

And that murder breeds others.

There is a delicate, young man
named Sidney Scott.

Her son's tutor.

Madame gets drunk one night and
lets him in on the secret.

Voil�!
Another victim.

You like this scenario?

It might run second on a double bill.

Duck!

Take the kid to your place.
And fast!

Just like Saturday night television,
huh Pablo?

The good guys, the bad guys.
Only we're ok now.

Reno, my friend, I am sorry.

Touching.
Such tenderness.

I've told him what happened.

It was you.

You're lying in your teeth.

Somebody was waiting in this room.

Who was it?

Nobody but you, his best friend...

with a knife in your hand.

The boy was here, standing
right there. Where is he?

What boy?
There was no boy!

Where is he?
Talk lady while you still can!

Swine!

I'll be there when
the guillotine drops.

I hope so sweetheart,
right under it.

My dear fellow,
what are you doing here?

Where is everybody?

- Where's the boy?
- The family has taking a holiday.

Gone to their country residence
in Dijon, an annual occasion.

A friend of mine just had
his throat cut ear to ear.

The boy I was responsible for...

has disappeared into a rabbit hole.

Are you trying to tell me that
everybody's off on a picnic?

I'm about to join them myself.

Every cop in Paris is looking
for me, I need that kid.

He had a grandstand seat. He's the
only ticket I got out of this jam.

You and I are gonna find him pronto.

If I don't agree?

If I wind up in the paddy wagon
some of the family'll be with me.

How would you accomplish that?

What could you say about one
of the first families of France?

That the great General de Villemont...

got handed his head by his
loving wife and his best buddy.

How would you like to read that
over your morning croissant?

Not particularly.

But if, as you say the police
are one step behind you...

how do you get to the garage
without the danger of being seen?

This is a big house.
There must be another way out.

There isn't.

Find one or dig one, Eddie.

If I'm framed for one murder,
I'd just as soon go for two.

Alright.

There's no light down here.

Turn it out.

Make love not war.

The cause is just. I serve
in his ranks willingly.

Just another well motivated soldier.

What would you know
about these matters?

What did you ever earn that
couldn't be tossed on a dump heap?

My vineyards in Algeria brought
me in a million a year.

Until France took them and gave them
to savages who leave filth in...

- the house my grandmother was born.
- Ok.

You had a nice piece of real estate,
you took a loss on it.

No you blind kids in the streets,
check plastic bombs into apartments...

and leave sharpshooters on corners
to knock off your elected officials.

One day we shall. One day
France will be ours.

I'd hate to see that happen.
You'd lose the tourist trade.

Wait there.

Shall we walk Mr. Davis?
Beautiful day.

You may observe a little
architectural resemblance...

between this place and
our Paris residence.

Both contain an element of
gracious living...

combined with massiveness, solidity.

It's fascinating
to study architecture.

Edmond tells me you've
been through our cellar.

It looks like Chicago when
Capone was a big cheese.

We are men who have an answer.

There was a time when I'd
hoped to enlist you as one of us.

You don't want me.
I voted for Adlai Stevenson.

No. As it turns out
we don't want you Mr. Davis.

You've been meddlesome and shown a
distressing curiosity in family affairs.

I didn't come here to smell your
cigar smoke and have my ear bent.

- I'm in a bind Mister.
- Indeed you are.

I want to see the mother and
after that I want to see the kid.

Madame is not well,
she's not to be disturbed.

Then I'll settle for the kid.

I'm certain you would. Unfortunately
the witness you need isn't with us.

- He moved pretty fast.
- Of necessity.

- What did you do with him?
- Out of reach.

But you're not.

Are you threatening to thrash
the information out of me?

There are 40 muscular
young men about this place.

Even a small Japanese Karate expert.

We only lack a moat in fact.

Sounds impressive.

We're prepared to offer you 2 choices.

One very pleasant,
the other less so.

You can have an amusing life
in South America...

with its mild climate
and lovely women...

or end life in a shallow ditch
by a country road.

Which is it to be?

I think I'll brush up on my Spanish.

In a few days we will
take you to Marseilles...

and give you passage
on a ship for Argentina.

In the meanwhile you will
have a room in the chateau...

and be made
as comfortable as possible.

You have made a wise decision.

One should cling to live
above everything else.

I'll have this taken to your room.

I see you finally got to my room.

- It's taken you a while.
- Sorry about that.

You came over the roof?

Had to.

The management's acting like I
haven't been paying my hotel bill.

I hear you have stepped
on somebody's feet.

What are they going to do with you?

Knock me off or buy me off,
it's up for grabs.

What do you want with me?

You are going to take me
to Madame de Villemont.

For how much?

50 bucks.

- That's all?
- That's all I got.

Unless you'll let me
put you on a credit card.

The door on the end.

Back to your room.

Open up!

The table's dead, the cues are
crooked, we're short on balls...

but as they say back home,
it's the only game in town.

Grab a stick.

What the hell is your name again?

Davis, Reno Davis.

I'm bad on names,
remember the face.

So, you joined the team?

If you can't lick 'em...

You're gonna fit right in,
big strapping kid like you.

You'll work with me. This outfit's
got frogs and wasps and what have you.

But you and me will work the
American side of the street.

- Buck a point. Alright with you?
- Lf I win.

You know when you're being hustled.

I told Leschenhaut the night we met
you had a lot of lead in your pencil.

We ought to get you.

Leschenhaut?
He's the team captain.

You better know it.
But I run things in the States.

How long since you been there?

- Some time.
- You wouldn't know the place anymore.

Sex and smut.

Smut and sex.

The magazines, the movies...

Dirt to get you all worked up,
everywhere you look.

My own family doctors told me
sex is exhaustive and destructive.

It can damage your
nervous system and shorten life.

We're going to stop it.

- Hey now, wait a minute Jesse.
- We mean business.

We've got weapons stashed
from New York to California.

9 mm machine guns...

easy to handle,
deadly accurate.

We've got rifle clubs and
minute men on the ready.

We'll take the country back.

Alright. You don't believe me.

You know what this is?

A list of commanders of action groups,
their names and addresses.

Half of them are in the States,
rest are in Leschenhaut's territory.

So you see, we're not just
whistling through our teeth.

This boy is going to be
a red hot addition to my staff.

I like my men with flat guts...

clear eyes, clean finger nails.

Mr. Davis was involved in
a killing yesterday in Paris.

Now on the way to South America
just a few steps ahead of the police.

Damn! Let me give this some thought.
See if I can't come up with...

a way of getting him back in
the country, by way of Mexico.

We will work something out.

You will come with me.

You owe me 20 bucks.

If you're short on cash, get me
a 2 year subscription to Playboy.

You're a difficult man
to confine Mr. Davis.

Actually I see no reason why you
shouldn't have the run of the house.

Since escape from it is impossible.

Even if you managed that,
you'd be wasting your time.

You might tell your tale to
a diplomat, but he's ours.

You might get word to a newspaper,
but it belongs to us.

Might even go to the police,
you'll find us there once more.

So if you wish to play games...

please join me for
chess after dinner.

Can you make it to my room?

Yes.

- Are you ok?
- I will be.

Is my face badly marked?
I'm afraid to look at it.

Don't... for a couple of days.

He was wearing a ring
a heavy gold one.

I gave it to him
on his 18th birthday.

Why don't you lie down for a while?

No. You have been very kind.

They are going to murder you,
you know?

It is planned that you and Anne will
be taken South by car tomorrow night.

There'll be an accident on the road.

The two of you will be found dead
at the foot of the mountain.

Why the lady?

I thought she was a paid up
member in good standing.

The Doctor suspects she's
having an affair with you.

He has turned against her.
They're completely made. All of them!

Tell me.

I can help you...

but, we must make a bargain.

Like what?

Edmond and I are going
to the village tonight.

We will be back at 9 o'clock.

You must be in the hallway by the
door when we step out of the car.

I will leave the motor running.
You take it and you get away.

Let's get down to the nitty gritty.

What do you want from me?

You are going to kill Edmond.

Lady, you play rough.

There will be a gun
under the car seat.

You will be close to him for a second.

- That is all the time you will need.
- One small point...

before we go cooking anybody's goose.

Where have they got my little
friend stashed? Where's Paul?

I cannot tell you that.

Then you'll spend you're golden
wedding anniversary with lover boy.

Unless he kicks the hell out of you
before you get there.

They child is with his
grandmother at the Villa Frascati...

their home by the lake.

They'll be watching all the cars,
I need a train ticket.

It will be in the glove compartment.

Ok lady, you made yourself
a grizzly little deal.

I'll wear black for one year,
then dove grey and then white.

As I did when I was a child.

I will take his gold cufflinks,
and his tie pins...

and his signet rings and have them
melted down to make a candle stick...

for the church.

What about the gold in his teeth?

Fire!
Fire!

Let's get out of here.
I just set the house on fire!

Wait!

Let's go!

Dark glasses. You look more
conspicuous with them than without.

What the devil is going on?

I beg you...

Stop him!
Kill him!

It's the American!

You can stop and let me out anytime.

Where I go, you go.
Could be a long haul, so hang loose.

I'll grow on you.

I doubt it.

I'm missing something, Mr. Davis.
A small boy.

He started with you and never came
back, that doesn't endear you to me.

I'm still your best bet, honey.

Your in-laws were gonna
put our lights out.

A car wreck on a mountain road.

We were scheduled to make
it for eternity.

Last night they drank to my health.

No wonder.
They knew how frail it was.

We're gonna find Paul.

He's at a like house,
near Villa Frascati.

It's their summer house,
outside of Rome.

First thing we got to do
is dump this car.

See if there's
a railroad ticket in there?

There is. One to Villa Frascati.

And 20 francs.

4 bucks? We can't get off
the ground with that.

What have you got?

Passport, peppermint life savers,
false eyelashes...

That's all?

No money, no cigarette case?
Nothing to hock?

I thought you had 15 million.

I don't carry it around with me.

We're gonna have to do some
cheese pairing.

If we buy a candy bar, it'll get
split right down the middle.

If there's only one bed,
I'll be in half of it.

You can have all of it.
I'll be on the floor.

Suit yourself.

Get onboard.

Go to the compartment.
If the berth isn't made up...

tell you don't feel well
and have it made up.

Then dimple up to the Conductor...

have him settle the Customs
declaration first thing.

Where will you be?

Getting our dinner.
What's the compartment number?

Compartment 2 car 8.

- Good. See you there.
- What'll you do for a ticket?

Freeload.

Have that fender fixed, and...

tell Bobby not to beat his sister.

Two apples please.

Hey monsieur!

I'm almost glad to see you.

- I was getting ready to panic.
- Save it. I'll tell you when.

The Conductor has my passport.
He's changing the money into lira.

He said we'll be in Rome
at 3 in the morning...

and we change trains to
Villa Frascati at 4.

- He was helpful so I let him pinch me.
- He would have anyway.

- Where will you be when he comes back?
- We're gonna go to bed together.

Sorry. Where else am I gonna hide.

Alright.

I don't want to be nosy but
have you got anything on under that?

Certainly.

Get down to whatever it is and
hang the rest in plain sight.

Come on.

There isn't much room is there?

I don't think I could
fade back for a pass.

I trust not.

Can you open the door from there?

- Yes.
- Ok.

When the Conductor comes back,
open it like that.

Take the money and the passport
without letting him in.

I went squirrel hunting
in Maine once...

and slept in a sleeping bag
with a girl named Bobo Henderson.

I was 15, she was 14.

- Did you get any squirrels?
- No...

I didn't get Bobo Henderson either.

Just as I was about to
her daddy happened by...

and gave me the word, and the
business end of a shovel.

It was like that
all the time I was growing up.

Bad luck.

When did you finally bag your pray?

I'm still working on it.

Washed your hair today, didn't you?

Yes.

Smells good.
Makes my pulse whack a little.

You also have bony ankles.

I'm getting to know
quite a lot about you.

I also have a large mole
which you will not come upon.

I'm sorry to hear it.

- You don't even like me.
- Not a hell of a lot.

Still you'd make love to me,
wouldn't you?

Take any man in the country and
jam him against a woman...

wearing half an ounce
of lace underwear...

Why don't you like me?

Because you're about
as dangerous as an open manhole.

A lot of guys have dropped in
and never been heard from again.

Take the late Sidney Scott?

They drowned him in a bathtub.
Like they'd drown an animal.

Then they threw his body in the Seine,
because he wanted to help me and Paul.

What about your husband?
You didn't pull the plug on him?

I have your passport, Madame and
I have changed you money to lira.

Thank you.

I am afraid you will have to
sign your receipt for the money.

I'm in bed, as you can see.

Nonetheless, Madame.

Very well.

You appear to be staring at me.

Madame for 30 years my wife...

has worn a green flannel
nightdress to bed, a tent...

with a high neck, long sleeves
and many, many buttons.

Naturally I stare.
Do you blame me.

No indeed.

Thank you.

- You keep your cool, don't you?
- Yes.

And I intend to see you keep yours.

Look out the window and
tell me what you see.

I see a man eating a sandwich.

Oh I wish I had one.

What else?

I see two men with raincoats
at the exit gate.

They're checking everyone
that goes through.

One of them is
looking at a newspaper.

I made the front page last night.

Then they're the police.
How are we going to get through?

Watch out!

Watch out morons!

Get out of the way!

Morons! You know who
you're talking to?

Forget it.

Get going.

The train for Villa Frascati please?

It's too late for that train now.

The train for Frascati at this time...

What held you up?

I freshened up and then
I bought a lipstick.

- Lady, we only have 4 bucks!
- I bought a toothbrush too...

and a comb and soap
and a razor for you.

It just made me feel better.

I have nothing of
any great value my son.

What are you looking for?

Maybe a pistol padre.

- A man of God with a gun?
- A man of God with a manicure?

There's a reason for
my hands being as they are.

I am Fra Pietra de Chioggia,
gardener of our monastery.

I was given the honour or
presenting some of these bulbs...

to his Holiness in person.

When arrived in Rome yesterday
I noticed my nails...

were a disgusting sight,
so I did this extraordinary thing...

for the first time in my life.

Who are we gonna run into?

Senora Braggi, the caretaker.
There shouldn't be anyone else.

Wait a minute.
In case there is...

Be careful. I want Paul
back just the way she was...

with nothing but a vaccination mark.

That's the way I want him.

- Who's in the cottage?
- Only Mama.

You ought to get this kid
to help with the housework...

instead of working on her suntan.

What are you doing going
around naked?

- Take your hands off her!
- Where's my son?

- Senora De Villemont, so it's you...
- Where's my son?

Gone. Dr. Morillon himself
came to take the child away.

- Where did they take him?
- I have no idea.

You better give your memory
a little jog Mama.

This thing's got a big bite.

You'll get nothing from me.

Give me a hunk of that
clothes line, tie her up.

Sit down.

What are you going to do?

- Even if you torture me, I won't speak.
- Sit down!

The only kind of torture I know...

is when the laundry
shrinks my jockey shorts.

I'm just gonna kill some time.
Mess around a little bit.

What's your name honey?

Daniela.

Tell you what Daniela...

We're gonna go in the other
room, you and me. Do some wrestling.

Two falls out of three, eh pussy?

Murderer!

God himself will strike you down
if you harm that girl.

Where did they take the kid?

Burn in hell!

You're not scared?

What can I do?

You have a gun.

Besides...

I've had a long boring summer.

Ay! You bastard! That hurt!

Let her alone!

I'll tell you!
I'll tell you what you want to know!

Now you stay in here
and keep your mouth shut.

The child was taken back to Rome,
to the Villa Montecastallani.

An hour ago.

No! That would be a mistake!

It's no longer Fra Pietro, I'm afraid.
I am Pietro Rossi.

I regret that I'm not the gentle
brother, so benevolent so simple.

So different from myself.

It's a role I enjoy playing.

Now I take your gun.

Very well, We just wait.
It won't be long.

Your boyfriend didn't bring any
two pound box of chocolate this trip.

Why is he going in the house?

It's gonna be a nasty accident.
He doesn't want any witnesses.

What can we do?

You think of something,
you've been in the sack with him.

Yes I have.

You should have tried harder honey.
We might have made it to Medicare.

Let's not face each other with guns.

I've had my man put his away.

Don't you think the time has come
to come to an understanding?

Can we talk?

How tired you look. All this
running in circles, so pointless.

I'm sure you're planning
a long rest for me.

Last time it was to be
a car wreck in the mountains.

What is it to be now?
A drowning in the lake?

If you persist in these delusions
you'll end up in the madhouse.

I've been living in one with you.

My I present my husband of 10 years.

General Sebastian
Henri Ren� de Villemont...

6 times decorates, 3 times wounded,
Chevalier of France...

a butcher in blood up to his armpits
for the sake of the New Order.

A father who turned over his own son
to a bunch of fascist bastards...

to save his own hide.

He's a hero and a half
my General de Villemont!

Yes.

If I die, Paul will die.

Do you think I love our son
any less than you?

If I hadn't agreed to
this terrible arrangement...

you would have gladly sent me to
the guillotine long ago.

You would have betrayed the one
movement capable of making...

this world a fit place for my son!

You have some papers belonging to me.

Is that right?

For all I know, all I got on
me is my driver's license.

You know exactly what I mean.

You stole a list of names from
a rather stupid countryman of yours.

Oh yeah. Those papers.

I want them!

There's brandy up at the house.
Let's tie into it.

The marriage ended for me in Algeria
when he planned his own death.

He went underground to collect
his army of crackpots...

and he picked a boy of 25 to die...

just because he looked like him.

- And plastic surgery did the rest.
- You want another shot of this?

No, Paul is only an hour ahead of us.

I don't want to lose time.

We're short on cash.
It's a long walk.

His sister keeps a car, that she
uses only for weddings and funerals.

I'm not in the market for either one.
But let's grab it.

Don't worry. He'll be alright.

Hungry?

No, and we'll need what money
we have to buy gas.

Funny you should bring that up...

That's all we got left.
It adds up to 1 American cent.

Not even enough to put on
a dead man's eyes.

- Come on. We've got a long walk.
- Then what?

We attack by night.

I don't think we should do it.

We need gas don't we.

This money goes to charity.

It's gravy for the guys
that clean the fountain!

Anyway, if it's for the needy,
I'm sure as hell one of them.

Wade in.

How much have we got?

This only gives us
driving around money.

Half of what I'm getting
are bottle caps.

How can people be so damn dishonest?

We got company.

- Where?
- Don't turn around!

You're about to be kissed.

And unless you want to spend
the night in the pokey...

I suggest you give it all
you got and then some.

Hey Marcello, Sofia!

Good evening officer.

There aren't enough park benches?

There aren't enough hotel rooms?
What are you doing in there?

We just come over from Philadelphia.
We're Americans.

Welcome.
How would you like to go to jail?

I can explain this. Of course
it might sound a little funny...

If it's funny I laugh, otherwise
you pay a very large fine.

Well...

My wife Mildred here got a hold of
one of those sex books by a doctor.

It says anything 2 people want to
try is Ok, as long as both enjoy it.

You're enjoying this?

Well, officer...

once Mildred gets
a bee in her bonnet...

I have 11 children.

All of them conceived
in the same double bed...

with the door closed,
blinds drawn and the lights out.

No embellishments were necessary.

Get out of the fountain!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

You got to give them this:
They like their houses roomy.

No. Drive round the block a
few times. We need an outside man.

Mr. Davis, how nice.

We were expecting you.

I get the feeling the former
occupants were inclined to meditate.

Quite right, Mr. Davis.

This was once a seminary.
Curious, isn't it?

That was a room for contemplation.

Now it's our communications center.

- You will see Mr. Davis...
- Yeah?

We also have a mission.

Yeah? Where's the fat man?
At his prayers?

- Well hardly.
- He better be.

I had hoped to see the last of you...

instead you did away with two
of my most trusted friends.

Run out boy and
fetch us some Champagne.

Would you care for some fruit?

These black grapes
come from my garden.

They're quite harmless.

Where will I spit the pits?

I've very little else to
offer you I'm afraid.

We strive for the aesthetic life.
Simple food, simple pleasures.

Sounds simpleminded.

A bit simpleminded of you,
wasn't it? To come here?

You'll never leave, you know.

Oh, I'll leave chum. I got something
tucked away you're real hot for.

- Now what could that be?
- A list.

Yes...

that is one thing that
leaves me rather vulnerable.

Yeah.
It's a meat hook right through you.

Mama, I take it, has the valuables.

And the price?

Cheap.

You hand over the boy.

I'm not a graceful loser.
Childish, isn't it?

Suck your thumb
if you'll feel better.

The boy isn't far away. We could
finish our business in half an hour.

Not here.
I want elbow room, lots of it.

What about the Colosseum?

What could be roomier?

Shall we say at dawn?

You do want the boy?

Meet you in the royal box.

I must say Mr. Davis, this precaution
shows a deplorable lack of trust.

I don't want to hurt your feelings
but let's face it...

You are a sneaky,
murderous old bastard.

Yes.

I assume you'll rely
on my skills in the morning.

Your skills? Oh no...

I have more exotic plans
for the Colosseum.

I insist on being there.

You are the saucy one.

- Well I witnessed the murder.
- Who's murder?

Mr. Davis' friend. I know it was
you behind the door, that you did it.

My testimony
could clear the American.

This is how you repay your
indulgent old protector?

Is there some trinket from Cartier's
I've neglected to buy you?

I think I'm entitled to due respect
now that I'm basic to your survival.

My dear, being basic to my survival
can be very dangerous.

Besides, what is Mr. Davis
to fear from the Law.

Before the sun has
cleared the Roman rooftops...

he'll be dead.

When in Rome, live it up.

Wait half an hour, if you haven't
heard from me call your embassy.

I'd rather not think about that.

Or am I getting in over my head.

What's given is given lady.

You're in the wrong ballpark
aren't you sweets?

I play all sorts of games, Mr. Davis.

Leschenhaut pulled a switch, huh?

No. This satisfies a personal need.

Paul!

Where are my documents?

So is he.

I don't see him.

Paul.

He's going to kill you.

I've told him to kill you.

He must do it.
He knows he must kill you.

I've told him how
you murdered his doctor.

I've told him of the blood congealed
around those dreadful wounds.

He knows what he must do.

He knows what his honour
and his pride demand.

His great name demands.

He is determined to kill you.

He must.

He will.

Now.

At this moment.

French police?

No exactly.
Counterespionage.

As you may have surmised we've been
interested in this for some time.

I haven't surmised a damn thing.

In any case,
we've picked up the others...

as they were following you
and the lady to the hotel.

- Where is she?
- In my car, outside.

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