Original subtitles

("Why" Performed by J. Vincent Edward)

♪ Why do we run in circles ♪

♪ Not knowing which way to go ♪

♪ Why do we doubt the future ♪

♪ When we belong to each other ♪

♪ Why, when there's so much pain around us ♪

♪ Why can't we paint the love that's found us ♪

♪ Why should we walk away and say goodbye ♪

♪ Why do we always doubt love ♪

♪ Is it too good to be true ♪

♪ We could go on without love ♪

♪ But would it really be living ♪

♪ Why be afraid to stay together ♪

♪ Why can't we share our love forever ♪

♪ Who has the right to say that we are wrong ♪

♪ Why ask so many questions ♪

♪ When only we can reply ♪

♪ When love is strong as ours ♪

(clay whooshing)

(rifle blasting)

(clay whooshing)

(rifle blasting)

- That makes 20 out of 20, Valmont.

It's my day today.

- You're a crack clay pigeon shot, Jean.

You're the deadliest, coolest clay pigeoneer I ever knew,

but when you aim at something dangerous, it's quite different.

- Jean would be even better.

Danger brings out the best in a man.

- Oh, go on.

That's not what brings out the best in a man!

- You can see what a real marksman

is made of when he's shooting live.

I tried it in Kenya.

I can bring down clay pigeons with the best of them,

but when you have got a 10 ton rhinoceros

charging you it makes quite a difference, believe me.

Thanks.

- That sounds to me like a challenge.

What do you say, Jean?

- Are you on? - Why, yes.

Any weekend you like.

- I'm taking you at your word.

It will make it all that much more exciting.

- Even more exciting is knowing that it keeps

getting harder and harder to feel excited,

and still bringing it off every time.

(midtempo '60s instrumental music)

- Can you stay with me?

Oh, I know, I'm going too far.

I'm sorry, but I would love to have you in Africa.

Hand in hand, naked in a virgin forest.

Like it was in the Garden of Eden.

- We were all virgin in those days, my dear.

- Anyway, I insist we go to Africa.

You know Danielle said she thought

of going there at Christmas.

- That's the way.

You fix it all up with my wife and then let me know.

- By the way, Jean, about that money you lent to my husband,

let things slide for a while.

- I have my commitments too.

I'll see what can be done.

(speaking in foreign language)

My car needs washing. - Oui, Monsieur.

(doors clatter)

- [Porter] Evening, Monsieur Reynaud.

- Good evening.

Tell me, that apartment on the top floor.

Do you know if it's really been rented yet?

- The lease was signed last night.

- My wife will be livid.

She wanted to take it and put in a stairway

to connect it with ours.

- An American lady took it sight unseen.

Pretty big for a single woman.

- Good evening.

- Evening, Monsieur.

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

(feet pattering)

(mellow orchestral music)

- And who is it this time that's made you so excited?

- You're not jealous, you're just bitchy.

What do you expect

when I can't get my slice of cake in my own home?

Why did you ever marry me, Danielle?

- I hardly know myself now.

Perhaps it was that massive virility of yours.

- And it wasn't what you were hoping for?

- I only know that I found it rather oppressive.

The Victorian image of the dominant male

is a little out of place today.

- Remember, you asked me to keep it for the rest of my life.

What ever has happened to us Danielle?

Is it my fault?

- I'll let you try to answer that one

while I take a shower.

(objects thudding)

(feet pattering)

(upbeat '60s instrumental music)

(men chattering softly)

- From here, they pass on to a caging and back.

- [Secretary] Telephone for Monsieur Reynaud!

Telephone for Monsieur Reynaud!

(camera clicking)

Monsieur Reynaud, your wife is on the line

and she insists on talking to you.

It's the second time she has called.

- Hello, Danielle.

- [Danielle] Oh, they finally found you.

- Yes.

- [Danielle] Sorry if I disturbed you.

It is only to remind you about the dinner

at Michalier's tonight.

I have just gone to have my hair done

so I will meet you at their house.

Jean?

Jean, have you heard a single word I have said?

- Sure, I hear you, dear.

- [Danielle] Anyway, I will try to be there at nine.

Of course, it depends on the traffic.

But I should not be much later than that.

Oh, there is a... - I need that memo about

the Stockholm shipment, I gave it to you this morning.

- Or didn't I? - No.

- Oh, I wonder where I put it.

- [Danielle] Jean, are you there?

- Excuse me, Danielle.

Can you hold on a minute?

- [Danielle] All right, but please make it quick.

- Ah, here it is.

See that it goes through at once.

I'm listening.

- [Danielle] I almost forgot.

I meant to ask you about the key to the penthouse upstairs.

The doorman asked us to return it.

You know, the key he gave us when we went to see the flat?

It is not in the drawer, where did you put it?

- It's in, uh.

In, um.

I can't think at the moment.

Anyway, don't worry.

I'll have a look when I come home.

(somber orchestral music)

(electric razor humming)

(distant rumbling)

- [Nicole] No, please!

I can't take anymore!

- [Klaus] Come on, get up! (hand slaps)

- [Nicole] No!

(bell ringing)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

Madame Michalier.

Jean Reynaud here, how are you?

I'm awfully sorry about this evening,

but we're in trouble at the factory.

Yes, bad trouble I'm afraid.

Yes.

May I have a word with Danielle?

Ah, she's not there, then.

No, no, no, no, no, I'll tell her when I see her.

Thank you and do forgive me.

(elevator humming)

Yes?

Yes, of course, another time.

Oh, will you excuse me?

They're calling on the other line.

(feet pattering rapidly)

(soft orchestral music)

Anyone here?

Anyone in?

(woman screams)

Don't be afraid.

I had a key, I couldn't resist.

Look, I'm not dangerous.

I realize there is no excuse for my behavior,

but I promise you.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but life if so boring nowadays

that even the slightest hint of mystery is enough to.

I'm Jean Reynaud.

Oh, I'm not going to stay here pestering you.

(woman whimpering softly)

It isn't me you are afraid of.

There must be someone else who is trying to harm you,

and, for a moment, you thought that I was that person.

May I come a little closer or

are you going to start yelling again?

- No, go away, please.

Just go away.

I don't want you here. - But I want to help you!

I feel you need some kind of help.

What's your name?

- Nicole.

- I've come breaking in here like a thief

so let me go out as a friend.

If you've ever nothing better to do, I...

- No, I can't!

No, I, please, go away.

(stammers) I'm nervous, I've been ill.

You gave me a bad fright, that's all.

- But I...

- No, please.

(mellow orchestral music)

(sighs)

- The doorman gave it to me when the flat was still empty.

Ah, by the way, I found this in the elevator.

It's yours?

(horn honking)

Well, say something.

You asked me to drive you in.

- You feel we still have things to say to each other?

- I wonder.

Our alienation is now complete.

You've built a wall of ice between us.

You know, Danielle, I keep wondering

where you get that extraordinary detachment.

- Oh, you do, do you?

Well, the truth is that I lose it when I'm not with you.

When the servants have gone home,

and I'm there all alone in that ghastly flat.

- You were the one who wanted to move back into town.

- Stick to your bargain, Jean.

Let's not go into all of that again.

After all, it's working out well for both of us

going on this way.

And you have your little bit of fun, don't you?

Take me to Dior's, will you?

I'll only be a minute.

(horns honking)

(mellow orchestral music)

(distant clattering)

- [Nicole] No, don't!

- [Klaus] You will do as I say, just as you always have!

You'd be nothing without me.

Remember that! (hand slapping)

- [Nicole] Oh!

Oh, you're mad, Klaus, mad!

Take me away from here.

Will you take me away?

- Who was that man?

- Klaus.

I hate him.

He's vicious and I hate him.

No, I don't.

I can't even bring myself to hate him.

I just have no willpower.

I can't, I can't break away from Klaus.

Let's not talk about it anymore.

- Tired?

- No.

But perhaps I should tell you.

- Tell me what?

About your unhappy love affair?

No, please, it's not important.

I much prefer your silence.

I can't risk your being upset.

(gasps softly)

(thrilling music)

(frenzied moaning)

(moaning)

- No! (moans)

(screaming)

(mysterious music)

(funereal organ music)

(water crashing)

It must have been weeks and weeks,

and then when I came out of the hospital,

there he was waiting for me.

I didn't have the strength to run away.

Oh, why didn't I run?

Klaus uses me in a way that's sick, so sick.

He enjoys hurting me.

Every time I'm with him, I swear it will be the last.

Then it happens over and over again.

- You're going to forget all about him!

You have me now!

- No.

It's too dangerous for you.

Oh, if Klaus finds out, you can't imagine

what he's capable of. - No.

No, you can't scare me away, Nicole.

(elevator humming)

If you want me to go, say so.

(atmospheric orchestral music)

(atmospheric orchestral music)

Thinking about Klaus?

- I'm sorry.

I can never forget his hands,

his hands on my body.

It's horrible,

but in a strange way, exciting too.

I'm always ashamed, angry, for feeling that excitement.

Oh, I'll never be ever to make any man happy, Jean.

Never.

- You have already made me happy, Nicole.

- Klaus will always come between us.

You must feel that too.

- Everything will get easier with time.

- But I'm afraid, Jean.

You really should go away now.

- No.

I'll make you forget him.

We'll start by going away for a few days.

The two of us, alone.

- Also, you have a wife.

How can you leave her?

- Danielle is always glad when I'm not around for a while.

- Oh, don't make up excuses.

I'd rather know the truth no matter how unpleasant it is.

- It is the truth, Nicole!

I love Danielle.

At least, I've been in love with her.

But we've been married for three years.

Yet only lived together as man and wife for two.

At times, I get the feeling I repel her.

So I no longer have a moral commitment toward her.

(door opens)

I know you're not asleep.

I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

I'll be away for a few days.

♪ Why, when there's so much pain around us ♪

♪ Why can't we paint the love that found us ♪

- I'm fine!

♪ Why should we walk away and say goodbye ♪

♪ Why do we always doubt love ♪

♪ Is it too good to be true ♪

(laughing)

♪ We could go on without love ♪

♪ But would it really be living ♪

♪ Why be afraid to stay together ♪

- Hey!

(Nicole shouts) (Jean laughs)

Whoa!

♪ Why can't we share our love forever ♪

- Come on!

♪ Who has the right to say that we are wrong ♪

- Here, give me your hand.

Oh!

♪ Why ask so many questions ♪

♪ When only we can reply ♪

♪ When love is strong as our love ♪

♪ No need to ask reasons why ♪

- I won't let you get out of my sight.

I just won't let you go.

- Isn't that what men always say

the first week, the first month,

and then, after that, what in the world

would you do with a strange woman like me?

- Thousands of things.

It will take me years to show you.

I love you, Nicole.

You can depend on that, you know.

Always and always.

- I'd give anything in the world for it to be true.

(atmospheric orchestral music)

- Ah, I know two people who've

got the most fantastic day lined up!

Come on, it's time to get underway!

- Tell me what it is first.

- Look, up there.

That's the top of the world.

Would you like it?

It's yours.

- I don't want any part of it.

The world has always frightened me.

- How about me, would I do?

- You better stop saying that, Jean.

I might suddenly take your word for it.

- You don't believe me, why?

- I don't know.

I've never met anyone who's loved me.

Since I was very young, I've only known Klaus.

And now.

- Now Jean.

- Now Jean.

- Did you hear the latest news bulletin?

The whole world blew up.

And you and I are the only two people left on Earth.

(laughing)

And from now on I only want to hear you laugh,

forever and ever.

(boat humming)

But how has he found us?

And why all this clowning?

- I don't know, but I told you he'd always find us.

- We leave for Paris tomorrow.

(atmospheric music)

(clicking)

(groans softly)

Now the current's gone off again.

- Jean?

Jean!

(suspenseful music)

Is that you, Jean?

(clicking)

(Nicole screaming)

- Nicole!

- It's Klaus!

- I'll stop him for good.

I'll see to it that he never comes near us again.

- No, you've got to stay away from him.

It's my fault.

I should never have let you get involved.

But every moment with you was so wonderful

that I wanted the next and then the next.

But it's got to stop now for your sake.

- Listen to me,

at first you were just an intriguing creature

that I wanted to go to bed with,

but everything has changed.

Do you understand?

I'm in love with you.

- No, don't say that.

Jean...

I was sent here by Klaus.

- What?

- I was sent here by Klaus.

He was looking for a way to trap you, and I'm the bait.

- You're not serious.

- I tried to tell you how spineless I am.

How he can make me do anything.

It isn't the first time he's used me as bait.

But being with you, day after day, well,

little by little, I can't hurt you.

Klaus rented that apartment above yours.

Every move was planned.

First to arouse your curiosity

and then to pull you in deeper and deeper and...

- Let's hear the rest of the story.

- He's planning to murder you.

- Why?

- He's been offered $20,000 to kill you.

- To kill me?

(laughs)

You're raving, Nicole.

- Can't you believe that there's someone

who wants to see you dead?

- Who? - I don't know who.

All I know is that you're worth $20,000 dead.

After tonight, Klaus must realize that I'll warn you

so he'll wait for a moment to catch me off guard too.

- Don't get yourself so upset.

You see corpses everywhere.

- Please don't treat this lightly.

You mustn't doubt what I say.

You're running a terrible risk.

Klaus was here tonight, you're life is in danger.

- But it seems absurd.

- Oh, what must I do to convince you?

- Show me some proof.

- All right, give me a little time.

I'll show you proof.

- Valmont.

(door creaking)

Bonjour.

- Afraid I can't help you, I'm just closing up.

- I'm looking for a Monsieur Klaus.

Do you know where I can find him?

- No.

And if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

He's too busy to be disturbed today.

Anyway, we only work with an agency called Publie France.

We have no contact directly with the client.

- You know Monsieur Valmont?

- Nobody called Valmont here.

What do you want with Herr Klaus?

- He has some interesting things to tell me.

And if you'll help me to find him.

So you do not know where your boss is,

do not know who Valmont is, and Nicole?

Nicole, do you know her?

- Who is Nicole?

- Stop trying to be funny.

The girl came here two weeks ago.

You must have seen how she looked!

Blonde!

Blue eyes!

- Have you seen my eyes?

- I'm sorry.

(clay whooshing)

(rifle blasting)

- You're not hitting them this morning.

Heavy night, huh?

- My hands are not steady,

but it is not what you're thinking.

- Oh, poor Jean,

obviously on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

What are the symptoms this time?

Blonde or brunette?

(rifle blasting)

- Sorry about having such a comic of a husband,

but you haven't thought to call us, Jean,

not once this week.

- Well said, ma Cherie.

- He kept after me so I entered the contest,

and it was a contest to end all contests only,

as long as the $200 gets paid,

I'm willing to walk nude across town.

But you've gotta give more than skin

if you're thinking about winning a beauty contest

in this crazy country.

(laughing)

- All I can say is, thank goodness for Danielle.

At least we haven't lost contact with her.

By the way, did you know that we are all invited

to a soiree at your house, tonight?

- Don't expect anything, friend.

- Have you noticed our new acquisition?

- Taking your clothes off isn't any problem, you know.

When there's enough loot.

- They say she can berate when she's tight.

(rifle blasting)

- Jean!

You idiot, just a couple of inches difference

and you would have killed him!

- Was it an accident or did you want to kill me?

- There must be something wrong with the gun.

I did not pull the trigger.

- Jean, are you all right?

You are not hurt?

- No, it was nothing at all.

- [Man] That was a narrow miss.

- Your neck sore?

I'm a fabulous anesthetist, you know.

- On the last safari, a man got his hand smashed.

I stayed the whole night with him.

When the helicopter arrived to get him,

he told me he'd felt no pain.

General anesthesia.

- Are you also coming tonight?

- Yes.

- By the way, Jean,

why don't you ask the girl who has the penthouse?

- Of course.

It might be the right moment to do so.

She'll be there.

(laughing shout)

- One part of dry gin.

Two parts of brandy!

(hip music)

Turn on, man!

- Your husband's certainly taking his time

to go upstairs and to come right back.

- Oh, you know how Jean is.

He might even waste more than a couple of minutes

if he met someone like you.

- Are you ready, boys?

- [Man] Yeah, we're ready, are you?

- I'm always ready!

(guests chattering)

- [Man] Pull it off, ma petit, pull it off!

- All right, I'll pull it off!

But the one who catches it

is gonna make love in front of everybody!

(guests cheering)

- That's a really stupid scene.

I'm not ready to go that far.

- Let's not overdo it.

We're still rather conservative here.

A kiss is enough.

- Okay a kiss, but a real long one.

- How long is a long kiss, 10 inches?

- One which lasts for one long minute.

(guests chattering)

And here's the lucky pair, the host and the guest of honor!

We're playing a game called super kiss and you're it!

- It's a stupid game.

- Oh, come on.

Man, don't leave, wait. - Don't be so silly, Jean.

I can assure you mademoiselle's kisses are her specialty.

- This is Nicole, our new neighbor.

Danielle, my wife.

- The atmosphere here is more libertine every day.

I hope you don't find that very awkward.

- Well, it's rather surprising.

- [Woman] Come on, Jean!

(guests shouting)

- Please. - Come on, a kiss!

One which lasts for a long minute, huh?

- A kiss, come on!

- So, one minute, huh?

Ready?

Go!

Lights off.

(clock ticking softly)

Time's up!

(applauding)

- If it's Danielle you're looking for,

she left in the middle of the show.

I had never realized she was jealous.

- Don't be silly.

By the way, how come your husband is missing?

- Business, he says.

I believe he's still in a state of shock

at having missed you this afternoon.

- I told you it was a big mistake to bring me here.

- Not at all, I wanted her to meet you.

It's going to be much easier this way.

I know Danielle well.

- Strange friends you have.

- Tell me, have you ever heard of someone

who is named Valmont?

- No, I don't believe so, why?

- Nothing.

Excuse me.

(crying softly)

Danielle.

Crying?

You are crying?

- Should I be laughing after that,

that disgraceful performance?

- Danielle.

Don't tell me you're jealous now.

As matters stand.

- I don't like being humiliated in my own home.

- From surprise to surprise.

It's been the opposite up to now.

- That's enough.

Go away.

- Sure, Danielle, for good.

And as you know about Nicole, this time I'm serious.

I want a divorce.

I'm not in for Valmont, right?

- Very well, Monsieur.

(phone ringing)

- Hello!

- [Nicole] Darling.

- Ah, Nicole.

- [Nicole] I must talk to you.

I believe I have the proof.

It's important that you come and see me tonight.

- But, Nicole, what's happened?

You're frightened.

- [Nicole] Jean, don't ask me any questions.

It's impossible for me to talk now.

- But, Nicole!

- [Nicole] Please, darling, stop arguing.

Just be at my apartment after midnight.

And remember, I love you.

- Hello, Nicole?

Hello?

Hello?

- He doesn't need to know so much.

We'll wait for him together.

(phone ringing)

- I hope you won't stay locked in here until tonight.

It's a long time away.

- Better not run any risks.

Right?

(suspenseful music)

- [Jean] What's happened?

- Jean, oh Jean, it's Klaus, Klaus!

Klaus came back and I can't help it!

I can't handle it!

I don't know what to do.

- Nicole.

Don't get yourself all upset.

Here, drink this.

You have no reason to be afraid of Klaus.

They'll arrest him, he'll be sent to an asylum.

Try to see what he really is, just a poor, sick creature.

(choking)

(gasping)

(objects crashing)

(men grunting) (fist smashing)

(men grunting)

(men grunting) (fist smashing)

(knife clicking)

(men grunting)

- There, the main job's done.

I'll put him in the car.

And by the time they find him, he'll be charred.

Another one of those nasty car accidents.

The keys.

- I have a spare set.

- You parked the car near the back gate?

Hey!

You do as I told you?

- No, I don't want to see him!

- Shut up!

Your nerves have to be strong now!

Very, very strong! - Danielle, go downstairs.

Wait in your apartment.

I'll call you when it's over.

(birds chirping)

- Give them to Herbert.

- All right, let's get him back to town.

That's enough, boys.

- Well?

- Not a sign of the brakes being applied.

Went straight over the edge.

Must have gone to sleep at the wheel.

- Better ring his wife, break it to her carefully.

Pity there isn't enough of him left to recognize.

But she's the only one who can help us.

- Oui, Inspector.

- That car belonged to Jean Reynaud?

- [Inspector] His ring, is it not?

House key.

- Yes.

- Try to hold up, Madame.

He must have gone to sleep at the wheel.

He died before he realized what had happened.

If it's of any consolation to you.

Did you know that your husband

had made over his shares in the chemical company

to a certain Nicole Perrier?

Do you know her?

- Yes, she lives in the flat above ours.

I never paid much attention to his mistresses.

I never imagined she'd be able

to lead him on as far as that.

Anyway, does it matter now?

- Oh, as to that.

It may only have been some kind of tax dodge.

You will still retain a smaller part of the shares.

There is one last formality.

Madame Reynaud, you will have to see the corpse.

The face is totally unrecognizable.

- No, inspector.

No!

- You must be brave, it's the law.

I know it's unpleasant, but it's the law.

(solemn music)

Number 22.

(thrilling music)

(gasps)

(mellow music)

- Danielle, my sweet, it's time to relax.

Relax, it's all over now.

I read the newspapers, they call it an accident.

And the inspector has no idea, has he?

- No, but, I had to see the body.

- Oh, a horrible formality.

I told you it would be the worst part.

- Completely unrecognizable.

He was almost burned away.

Oh, Nicole, it was dreadful.

- Oh, don't think about it anymore.

The main thing is, you have what you wanted.

He's dead and you're rich.

- He's dead and you're rich.

You're the new owner of the company.

- Oh, the shares, that was Jean's idea.

He had me sign some papers.

I didn't even know what they were.

- Oh, don't look like that.

Whether they're yours or mine, it's the same difference.

Signing the shares over to me

is just another reason why you should hate him.

- But you didn't see him in that...

Oh, God.

- Oh, stop carrying on!

You couldn't stand him, now he's gone.

That's what you wanted, wasn't it?

- I don't know which of us wanted it more, you or I?

- Oh, it was you.

You were the one who loathed him.

Who couldn't bare to have him touch you.

- You didn't see him!

A thing, it didn't look like anything!

Horrible!

- Oh, stop it!

I have risked everything to please you!

You remember the first night when I was upstairs with him?

And you were down here crying?

And for whom, Danielle, for Jean or for me?

- If I'd never met you, he'd still be alive.

I'd be with him, all right?

I could not help the disgust I felt.

It was an obsession,

but now I wouldn't be going out of my mind with remorse.

It was all you.

You made me discover what I really am.

I'd never have known otherwise.

- I see.

You don't need me anymore.

- [Danielle] No, Nicole, don't leave me.

I can't stay here alone.

We must be together, always.

- Don't worry about the money.

We'll split 50/50 as we agreed.

- No, it's not the money.

It's not the money.

I am afraid of being here alone.

- You're not gonna fling all I've done for you

back in my face day after day.

If you go on like this, you'll end up in prison

or in a mental asylum.

And I have no intention of going in with you.

- Don't go away, you're right.

You're always right.

It's no use having regrets, what's the point?

- We decided he didn't count.

He meant nothing to you at all.

So pretend he never existed.

And don't spoil all the wonderful days

we have ahead of us.

We've got to grab a hold of life, Danielle,

because it won't last.

It won't last.

- You are right, Nicole.

You are always right.

(phone ringing)

Who should answer it, you?

- Hello?

Yes.

Yes, you did a good job.

She's here with me.

All right, we'll be over in a little while.

Wait there.

It's Klaus, he's waiting in his hotel.

- He wants his money, have you got it? - Yes.

- We'll pay him off and then we'll be free.

(water splashing)

Mr. Klaus, please.

- So he's taking girls on two at a time now.

(speaking foreign language)

Room 11!

And don't dirty the sheets with your shoes!

- It's better that she thinks that of us.

Come on.

(mysterious music)

(knocking)

Klaus!

He must have stepped out for a minute.

Let's go in.

- Want one? - No thanks.

Nicole, that's.

That was Jean's.

- It's gold.

So that ape, Klaus, lifted it.

If they find it here, the next time we see it,

we'll be in criminal court.

Here, you keep it.

- Nicole!

Nicole! - Shh.

You saw him dead.

Did you or didn't you see him dead?

- It was only a body, burned to a cinder.

Well, something made you think it was Jean.

- There were his house keys and his ring.

- This is one of Klaus's tricks.

He's trying to get more money.

Let's get out of here.

- Finished already?

- Mr. Klaus wasn't in his room.

- Well, he didn't come down this way.

- Wait a minute.

This man, Klaus, how would you describe him?

- Blue eyes, not very tall, nice face.

A man who knows what he's about.

Voila, a typical Frenchman!

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

No, my husband has been away all week on business.

What?

Oh, no.

Wait, he's coming.

The storage warehouse is burning down!

Just a moment, please.

But, Jean, are you mad?

The building's on fire and you pretend you've disappeared.

- Yes, disappeared, at the right moment.

To reappear at the right moment.

I'm afraid there is something

I neglected to tell you, Danielle.

Last month I insured the Rive-de-Gier storage warehouses

for three times their value.

As you see, I haven't just disappeared for fun.

- But, Jean, did you really?

Oh, it's disgraceful.

- Probably a man who knows what he wants

is better off without a conscience.

Is better off without a conscience.

Disappear at the right moment

to reappear at the right moment.

To reappear at the right moment.

(hand slapping) - Danielle, Danielle!

- Jean.

Jean.

- What's the matter, what is it?

- Take me out of here, we must get out.

- She must have something really bad, collapsing like that.

- Oh, shut up.

- Madame Reynaud is ill?

- She's faint, poor girl.

No wonder after what she's been through.

Run to the drug store and get me a sedative, please.

- Oh, yes, of course.

- You keep it.

- Oh, I better wait upstairs.

Klaus will probably call me there.

- I'm not staying here alone.

- All right, I'll sleep here with you.

Klaus will have to contact us now.

We'll tell him he's not getting a penny more

than we agreed upon.

There's not much he can do about it.

He can't very well kill the geese with the golden eggs, huh?

- I don't know.

I'm scared.

- Oh, there's nothing to be scared of.

I know exactly how to handle Klaus, don't worry.

- Nicole, that handwriting was Jean's.

- Klaus must have copied it.

Stop thinking about it.

If Jean were still alive, he'd have no reason to hide,

not from you anyway.

Mind if I borrow these?

- Keep it with you all your life.

And then?

(dog barking)

(clock ticking)

(suspenseful music)

(motor humming)

(tires screeching)

- Are you crazy, Danielle?

Will you slow down?

What the hell are you trying to do?

Use your break!

- Don't try that again!

- You fool, slow down!

(gasps)

(tires screeching)

(screaming)

- I killed him.

I killed him.

I've killed him!

(clock ticking)

Nicole.

Nicole!

- Her nerves are completely shot.

I don't think she can hold out much longer.

Look, you've had your revenge.

If she sees you, she'll die of a heart attack.

Yes.

She already had her suspicion.

Then she saw the cigarette case, then the handwriting.

It's fun for you, isn't it, my dear?

- You think it's going to be fun, you?

Well, it won't be fun for you.

I swear, it won't be fun for you!

(women grunting)

- You've gone out of your mind.

- Jean, Jean, forgive me, Jean.

Jean!

- It was Klaus.

He wants twice as much money.

- No, you were talking to Jean.

Yes, to Jean!

I see what you're up to.

You are all in it together, to get rid of me!

You, Jean.

What did you say to get him to sign his shares over to you?

That I wanted to kill him?

Is that it?

But you were the one, you wanted it.

- Danielle, you're ill.

- Don't touch me, or I'll vomit.

- All right, I could have done what you said.

Jean was in love with me.

Maybe I was even tempted.

But, for God's sake, you saw Klaus stab him.

You identified his body in the morgue.

What more do you want?

Jean is dead!

- All I saw was a knife with something red on it

and a charred body.

Could have been anyone.

The ring, the keys.

It could have been planted.

- Here, take one of these.

It will make you feel better.

Try to think.

I chose you, you're the only reason I'm still here.

I could have run away, I had the money.

And who would have stopped me?

- No, Nicole.

You know perfectly well I'm not letting you go.

I can hold you here or simply call the police.

- Why must you ruin everything?

You'll destroy both of us with your hysteria.

- It's you who made me think this way.

If it was Klaus, why did you say what you said?

- But what did I say? - Oh, God.

You're all I have now, Nicole.

Don't betray me.

- Danielle, Danielle.

Let's give it some time, so it doesn't seem obvious.

And then you and I will go away on a yacht

for a lovely long vacation, hmm?

(mysterious music)

(clock ticking)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Yes, good morning.

No, I haven't forgotten.

I'll be there in a little while.

Thank you for calling.

- Who were you talking to on the telephone?

Who was it?

- My milliner.

Elysee 3418, satisfied?

- No, it's not true.

Nobody knows you are here.

- Look, I'm exhausted by your stupid suspicions.

I gave him this telephone number myself.

Do you wanna check?

- Where are you going?

The boutique is at 34 Rue St. Honore.

I had an appointment at 11:30 and I'm already late.

- I don't want to be alone, I'll come with you.

- No!

I've been locked up in this apartment

for hours and hours listening to your whining!

I can't stand it any longer!

I must get out, have a breath of fresh air,

take a walk, or I'll be as crazy as you are!

- But, Nicole! - Oh, Nicole, Nicole!

It's not the end of the world if I leave you

for an hour or so.

Oh, come on.

Now be a good girl, huh?

Relax, read something.

We'll be together later.

(gasps)

(thrilling music)

(rifle blasting)

(rain pouring)

- Nicole!

(thunder cracking)

Nicole.

Nicole, answer me.

Nicole.

(distant rattling)

Nicole! (banging)

(distant buzzing)

(buzzing)

(somber music)

You will die too.

Jean, forgive me!

Forgive me, Jean!

I can't stand it anymore!

(phone ringing)

(thunder cracking)

- There's no reply, Madame.

- Oh, she must be sleeping.

- Keep trying until someone answers. - All right.

- And take my luggage up to the room please.

(somber music)

(thunder cracking)

- [Man] Is that you, Danielle?

- Jean!

Jean!

Jean, Jean, stop, please!

Jean, stop it!

Stop it!

Hello.

Hello!

(energetic country music)

(fist smashing)

(bottle smashing)

Hello!

(tapping)

Hello!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

(crying)

(energetic country music)

(objects crashing)

Stop it.

Stop it, stop it.

Stop it!

(door slamming)

(crying)

(phone ringing)

Jean, no, forgive me, Jean.

Forgive me, Jean.

(phone ringing)

No, Jean!

Forgive me, Jean!

She planned everything!

It's not my fault, it's not my fault.

Please.

- I hear a woman crying hysterically,

but I can't understand what she is saying.

- Hello?

- Jean, please, Jean.

(gasps)

(gun blasting)

- Did you hear it, it sounded like a shot?

A woman screaming, "Jean!"

She said, "Jean."

- Danielle, Danielle, what's happening?

- The police, we must call the police.

- Oh my God. - Hello?

Hello, hello, hello? - Oh my God.

(beeping)

- The old porter swears he heard Madame Reynaud

scream Jean before the shot.

I realize how painful this must be for you

now that you can claim an undisputed right

to Jean Reynaud's inheritance.

- I was Jean's mistress.

The only woman who ever really made him happy.

If his wife committed suicide after the accident,

it couldn't possibly have had anything to do with me.

- No, of course not.

Were you on the telephone when his wife

decided to commit suicide?

- Not exactly.

It was the hall porter.

Madame Reynaud wanted to meet me.

She was terribly upset.

I couldn't bear to see her like that

so I did what I could to help.

I even suggested that she leave the apartment.

It held too many sad memories.

I was just arranging for her to

move into a suite in the hotel when.

- When Jean came back and murdered her.

Or someone she thought was Jean.

Why was she so afraid of Jean?

- If you want to play Sherlock Holmes,

wouldn't you be better off on television?

May I go now?

- Oh, yes.

Good luck, Mademoiselle.

(airport announcer speaking foreign language)

- [Announcer] Last call for passengers for Pan American

Flight Number 211 to Rio de Janeiro, gate number six.

- Sorry, mister, that's my wife's seat.

- Thank you, dear.

- Everything all right?

- Oh, I'm sure that the inspector

is not too satisfied with the case, but he has no proof.

- He won't find any.

With all that money, we'll enjoy life, believe me.

There's one thing I have to tell you, darling.

You're a genius.

- Yes, my darling, I am a genius.

Because I'm both wealthy and innocent.

- What do you mean?

- You're hurting me.

You're gonna have to learn to be nice to me.

Very nice.

Because the money is mine,

and I'm the only person in the world

who knows what you've done.

(atmospheric music)

- The inspector, naturally.

One of those cops who will never let go.

You're on the run, darling, but you had better face it.

Some time, some way he'll catch up. Then you're dead.

(atmospheric music)

♪ Why do we run in circles ♪

♪ Not knowing which way to go ♪

♪ Why do we doubt the future ♪

♪ When we belong to each other ♪

♪ Why, when there's so much pain around us ♪

♪ Why can't we paint the love that's found us ♪

♪ Why should we walk away and say goodbye ♪

♪ Why ask so many questions ♪

♪ When only we can reply ♪

♪ When love is strong as our love ♪

♪ No need to ask reasons why ♪