All language subtitles for MAKAKAKA MACA

THE FRENCH WOMAN

— Where have you come from?
— Washington.

— Good hunting?
— I nearly became the prey.

The CIA doesn't like
the photos you take.

— Our deal's still on, isn't it?
— We're not rich in France.

I give you the documents,
you drop all the charges.

Anyway, the drugs were planted.

We found the stuff in your apartment.

— So, is it a deal?
— We'll see.

Just a second!

— Is that you, darling?
— Why weren't you at the airport?

Are you going to sulk all week?

I'm sorry, OK?

First let me take a bath.

I'll run the water.

— Don't say you've been alone here!
— All alone.

You're the only woman in my life.

— You expect me to believe that?
— You should. It's true.

— In Washington, who was it this time?
— Guess.

— Teddy? Henry?
— No.

What're you doing in there?

Open the door!
Open up, David!

There you are,
Madame's bath is all ready.

What stinks in here?
You and your dirty photos again.

Look, I have to earn a living.
I don't like it either.

I don't care, but Claude won't like it.

Ah, the great lady herself!

Is she still so concerned
about her reputation?

Yes.

She doesn't want her girls
involved in any scandal.

Don't any of you ever get involved
in juicy little scandals?

We just do our work, that's all.
The rest is none of our business.

— Hello?
— Hello, Claude, it's Anne—Marie.

— When did you get in?
— Just now.

Everything go alright?

Yes. Did they tell you
about the second man?

Yes, they telephoned.

— Not too tiring for you, I hope?
— It wasn't too bad.

Is something wrong?

No, nothing.

Have a good sleep.
Come and see me tomorrow.

Yes, yes, I will.

Goodbye.

Hello?

Yes, that's right.

Yes, I recognize your voice.

I think
I have just what you're looking for.

Her name is Jill.
She's lovely, with green eyes.

Her body is perfect.

He's never been disappointed.
And I'm never wrong.

By the way.

Our last bill to you was never settled.

The usual procedure will be alright.

I'm sure he'll like her.

She's very classy.

Telephone for Miss Jill Mancier.

— Can I have a set, David?
— If you're a good girl.

I don't make deals.

Hello?

— Who's with you, Jill?
— No—one. How'd you know I was here?

I remembered your skating lessons.
You leave for Baghdad tomorrow.

Baghdad? Great!

— You know who it will be.
— Of course.

I have some precise instructions.

— Come and pick up your ticket.
— OK. Bye!

— Know where I'm going?
— Yeah, I heard.

You shouldn't listen in.

It's an amazing coincidence.

I have a big assignment
in Baghdad myself tomorrow.

We can travel together!

Pretty, isn't it? Look.

— Yes, I like it.
— It's very pretty.

— My dog!
— Don't worry, I'll get him.

Madam, please!

Not bad.

Oh, thank you so much, really.
You're very kind.

I don't think I'll take it.

Miss!

Something fell into your bag,
accidentally no doubt.

May |?

My dear, you must always
try things on before you decide.

I'm sorry, Madame Berger,
I didn't realize...

I understand.
She'd like to try it on, please.

— Wouldn't you?
— No!

I insist. Come on.

It's perfect for her.

Wrap it and charge it to me.

Who are you?

What's going on?
I said I didn't want the dress.

— You prefer stealing?
— Yes.

You're charming, but clumsy.
That just won't do.

Take it.

Next time you go
on a little shopping spree,

call me on 223-8127
during business hours.

Don't forget!

Give me Madame Berger's mail.

— Good evening, Leon.
— Good evening, Madame.

— Thank you.
— Goodnight, Madame.

You're new.
How do you know I'm on the 2nd floor?

You're Madame Berger.
Monsieur Leon mentioned it.

And did he also tell you
I was a nuisance?

No...

No, no.

— Good evening, Madame.
— Juliette.

— Shall I run you a bath, Madame?
— Yes, please.

Come in.

— Good evening, Madame.
— Good evening.

I'm afraid I'm not very hungry.

Pity. I can recommend the turbot.

No, no, soup and perhaps uh...
You choose.

Of course, Madame.

Hello? Ah, Pierre.

I was certain that it was you.

Are you in Paris?

Will you dine with me?

Of course, I understand.

How was your concert tour of Italy?

I'm pleased for you.

How kind of you to call.

You too.

See you soon, I hope.

You'd be pretty
if you got your hair done.

I'm just your little ugly duckling.

The more anonymous I am,
the better she likes me.

— I'll get it.
— Hurry, you'll be late again.

— Remember me?
— How could I forget?

— Madame Berger.
— Of course.

— When are you coming to see me?
— I'm not.

— Who was it?
— Wrong number.

— Be good, darling.
— What about me?

See you later, Mom!

About time.

— I'm all ears.
— Charming!

— Come on, I was five minutes late!
— What's wrong with you?

Just relax...
It's nothing to worry about.

We'll forget the whole thing.

Are you busy tonight?

I know a quiet little place.

— It's quite charming.
— Good idea.

You give me a few drinks,
buy me dinner

and then you get me into a hotel
where you take me to bed,

without anyone knowing.

Perfect!

Know what I think of that?

I don't like your idea!
I hate it.

I hate this machine, this office!

I... I can't stand it anymore!

I hate your face, I hate your hands!
I've had it!

— One more word and you're fired!
— Too late, I quit!

— Would you come into my...
— Leave me alone!

— What was all that about?
— No idea.

I never touched her!

You walk here every day,
even in winter?

I need the exercise,
and it relaxes me.

It won't do you any harm either.

— Here.
— No, Henri, spare me the paperwork.

— I'm going to lose again, right?
— I'm afraid so.

Your case will be heard on April 15.
11th district court.

— Sure you won't settle?
— Certainly not.

On what basis can they tax me?

Legally my profession doesn't exist,
yet society uses me and my services.

Let them legalize my business, then!

— You're going too far.
— Too far?

Every ministry, every embassy,
all the top firms use my services.

And on a regular basis.

— How do you think they pay me?
— I know, Claude, but...

Then tell your tax inspectors

I'm paid out of illegal
and secret sources.

Most of them are socialists.
They love cases like yours.

You don't know anyone at the Revenue,
and some people can't be bought.

Caress yourself.

You promised to photograph the Prince.

And you really thought I would?

I'm sorry.

I needed that scoop badly.

It was a stupid idea.

You never could have done it.

Forgive me.

— Let's forget it.
— No. Leave me alone.

Let go!

Get off me!

Don't bother, David.

I don't mind making love,
if that's what you want.

But as for me...

Because you never climax.

What about with your Prince?

I only pretend. He's a client.
I can't do that with you.

— Hey, wait for me!
— You've got a nerve!

— I get my fines waived.
— Lucky you!

Come on.

Alright?

How was Baghdad?
Did he do the tango routine?

I had an OK time.

— And I got this.
— Not bad.

Come on, we're late.

— Where's yours?
— I forgot it.

Florence is in London,
Sylvie is sick,

and Anne—Marie is late as usual.

Sorry, my car broke down.

Take cabs, you can afford it.

What happened to you?

I changed my hairstyle.

Without consulting me?

— You'll go see Alfredo tomorrow.
— But...

Don't argue, Rosaline.

— I have a date. Can I go?
— Yes.

I told you, no names, only dates.
Do it again.

And put your name on it.

Well, I see you've returned.

Come into my office.
I want a word.

Are you sticking to your diet?

You know I can't stand mess.

Now pick it up and sort it.

I'll be right back.

Show me.

— What?
— What he gave you.

He didn't give me anything.

— Did something go wrong?
— No, nothing.

And did he ask you to...

Yes, what he asks everyone.

Then what's wrong?

I'm sorry, Claude, I'm sorry.

There, there.
Tell me everything.

Well, it's David.

— David Evans?
— Yes.

He went with me to Baghdad.
He told me he had an assignment.

Go on.

It wasn't true.

He wanted a photograph of the Prince.

— Did you get it?
— No. It wasn't possible.

And he has the diamond?

Because you were scared?

You little idiot!

Which of you
has been seeing David Evans?

We all see him at Caste|'s.

He's just a friend.

I slept with him once.
And I lent him some money.

You're all idiots!

You have access
to the richest men in the world!

We can go out with whoever we like.

As long as you work here,
I'll decide who you'll see.

I made all of you,

and without me you wouldn't be
wearing 3—million—franc coats!

Without me, you're nothing!

So...

who's seeing David Evans?

Me.

Of course.

Alright, everyone out.

Not you.

Get him to your place tonight,
around midnight.

— What're you going to do?
— Don't worry about it. And not a word.

— Hello, Gus.
— Hello, Claude.

— I need to see you.
— What is it?

I'll come by the restaurant
around midnight.

— I'll reserve a table.
— No, I'll eat before.

I have to see someone
and I want you there.

OK.

— See you tonight.
— Who is he?

Lecat

The boss'|| want to hear this.

Lecat? That rings a bell.

Boss, something interesting.

Gustave Lecat, known as Gus.
Owns a restaurant in the Latin Quarter.

— Check it out.
— Ex—con.

Quite a record!

— Remember me?
— Of course.

—|need .
— Bet?"

...a girl next weekend
for an African friend here in Paris.

— It's important.
— Darnal,

Foreign Office.

Dammit!

They always want blondes.

I have a lovely Swedish girl.

A real blonde?

Sorry, boss.

Here. An old friend.

Looks like my evening's shot.

Gus...
An old friend, as you say.

Come in.

The key's in the door!

I thought you'd given up on me
for good.

You're much too sure of yourself
to think that.

A man always
tires of a woman eventually.

A woman who gives him what he wants,
but not the others.

Anyway, you clearly didn't
want to be rid of me.

Each time I see you,
you're more beautiful than the last.

You know I always dress for dinner.

— To be someone you aren't?
— No.

At my office or here,
I'm the same Claude.

Hello, Firmin.

— Good evening, sir.
— You may serve dinner.

Very good, Madame.

Pierre, would you pour us
some champagne?

I've known you ten years,
and you're still a mystery.

— In what way?
— What do your girls bring you?

Strength,

power.

Over whom?

Men, of course.

They dominate the world.

That's all you want?

You think it's not enough for a woman?

Dinner is served, Madame.

That isn't the whole story.

Well, naturally, money as well.

Money,

the one thing
that gives a woman real freedom.

You want revenge through your call—girls,
but on whom?

Don't refer to my young ladies
as call—girls, Pierre.

Young ladies!
You sound very proper.

I was raised in a convent, after all.

Do you mind if we have red wine
with the foie gras?

— I'm no purist.
— Chéteau Haut Brion, '69.

—Alright?
— Fine. Thank you, Firmin.

You're the best—dressed woman in town,
yet you never go out.

As a matter of fact,
I'm going out tonight.

And I'd like you to accompany me.

He's got blood on him!

Get off me!

David!

Cut it out, David!

Not bad, eh?
I could've been a great actor.

You asshole!

Gérard! Bring me another bottle,
on David's account!

Only you would've missed me,
not them!

You idiot!

Hugo says you have photos
of me screwing.

He was kidding.

He's like my cousin.
I like his jokes...

but I don't like yours.

You think I'd hand out photos
of the great Alexandre Zakis?

No. I like you.
I wouldn't like to see you get hurt.

Thanks a lot!

Besides, who'd want photos
of Zakis screwing?

Playboy would.

— Look, I'm not an idiot.
— I'm happy to hear it, David.

It must be true what they say,
that you used to be a docker.

Yes, and a waiter in a café.

Pour me another drink.

You idiot!

Can I see you again?

— Maybe.
— How?

Guess.

— Serge.
— Evening, Mr Stanfield.

— You're doing well tonight.
— Yeah, who's that guy with her?

That's David.
No big deal.

— Does he live with her?
— He sleeps there, it's different.

It's no problem, Mr Stanfield.
One phone call, and presto!

— What's that mean?
— Madame Claude.

Most of the girls here work for her.

Really?

And maybe a few you know.

— Got the girl's address?
— Leave it to me.

So, David,

you want a job
with no early starts, right?

And no late nights either.

A little travel, when you feel like it.

An expense account and good pay.

What everybody wants.

Hugo, surely we must have
such a position?

— I'm sure we do.
— David, let's go.

Wait. Are you serious?

Of course we are.

If you find a job,

you'd give it to me?

No, we'd abolish it!

You rich bastards!

— Bye.
— Farewell!

30 rue Emile Pelletier 3rd Floor

You really are the limit, Claude.

— All you think of is business.
— What should I think of?

— Yourself.
— Same thing.

It's what I'm best at.

I disagree.

Could you ever forget you're a musician?

If you asked me to,

I could.

You'd end up hating me.

There's something I should tell you.

Only once did a man satisfy me.
It disgusted me.

I was so humiliated I swore
it would never happen again.

Do you remember that?

You didn't know who I was then.

And so, for one night,
I felt just like every other woman.

Knowing who you were
changed nothing.

— It's too late now.
— What do you mean, too late?

It's worth a chance.

Goodnight.

— Goodnight.
— Goodnight, sir.

— Good evening, Rinaldi.
— Good evening, Madame.

Gus is expecting me.

There he is.

See you again soon, Mr President.

That one has real class!

You should've seen her
when I took her on!

Ginette, you and Rinaldi lock up.
See you at home.

I always disconnect the battery,
with all the hoodlums.

Doesn't everyone here know you?

Oh, it's not like the old days!

30 rue Pelletier.

— There they go, boss.
— Follow them.

Gus, someone's following us.

— Who do you suppose it is?
— I'll give you one guess.

— I'm never followed.
— It's me. They tap my phone.

Are they bothering you?

I'd rather shake them off.

Let's see if I've lost my touch.

Shit!

— The guy's a maniac!
— You didn't put your belt on!

This is it.

Wait here.

If I'm not down in 15 minutes,
come up to the 3rd floor.

I like Hugo and Zakis.

Only I hate them making a fool of me!

You always walk right into it.

One of these days

I'm gonna show them

I'm just like them

I'm a shark, baby

— Expecting anybody?
— No.

Hello, David.

Oh, Madame Claude.

Anne—Marie's here.
I'll leave you alone.

No, it's you I came to see.

— Hello, Anne—Marie.
— Hello.

Your place is charming.
My first visit.

I can see why men like it here.

You don't mind men coming here?

Oh, no.

I told you once, David,
I don't want you around my young ladies.

Outside work, they're free.

No.

I decide who they see,
and that excludes you.

— You make all their decisions?
— That's correct.

I've also decided you're going far away.

And how will you make me?

OK, I'll go.

— I don't want any trouble.
— Good.

I'll go, but I'll be back.

Wait.

What's in there?

I don't believe it!
Who do you think you are?

Show me.

— They're just photos.
— Let me see.

I can give you a set, if you like.

But you wouldn't appreciate them,
or so I'm told.

It's just porn!

Get out!

You were wrong to do that, Claude.

I'm a nice guy,

but don't push me too far, or I'll...

Or you'll what?

Gus...

Alright.

Just two more things.

Why did you want Jill

to take a photo in Baghdad?

— Didn't you hear the lady?
— Yes, I'm not deaf.

It was just a joke.

Don't do it again.

Now give me

what you took from Jill.

I didn't take it.
She gave me it.

Maybe so, but I'm taking it back.

Did she ask you?

He really is deaf.

She said give it back!

To her!

Can he go now?

Go on, get out.

Go on!

What'd he say?

Nothing.

What do you say, honey,
shall we go?

Telephone!

Why must you lock the door?

You think you'll find another job
lying in bed?

— What time is it?
— Almost 9, time you were dressed!

— Hello?
— Hello, it's me.

You don't give up easily.

— What is your name?
— Elisabeth.

Come and see me, Elisabeth.

Don't count on it!

You should be nice to your friends.

— Is that what she said she was?
— Yes, isn't she?

Not yet.

Shit, that's him!

— Hello... Oh, not you!
— Hi, Florence.

You can't come in.

— Got a client?
— No, it's my tape recorder.

— But I'm expecting somebody.
— His Honor the Judge, right?

— How do you know?
— Photographic memory.

You can't stay here.
I'm already late.

I just came to say hello.

That's kind of you, but call me later.

For a pretty young boy like you,
I'd turn gay!

Didn't I tell you? That's him!

— Get in there and wait, OK?
— But I'm busy!

— Will you be long?
— Just be quiet!

What a pain!

Good afternoon, Your Honor.

—Am I late?
— No, please come in.

I'll put your record on.

Such long lashes on a man,
it's shocking.

You think?
You don't find them ridiculous?

No—one else will know.

Just relax.

Now open your mouth like this.

Perfect.

Ravishing.

Today I want to be a redhead...
no, a blonde.

Just as you like.

You're going to look lovely.

No, please wait until I have the dress.

It's even more beautiful
than the last one.

You look so young in it!

Just get comfortable.

No, sir, please!

— I want to take off your dress.
— No!

— What lovely shoulders!
— Leave me alone!

We're going to play a game.

Promise you won't hurt me.

Oh, sir...

No, I want to go home now.

I'll be right back, little girl.

David, wait.

You're crazy!
And I was nice to you!

Madame Claude would be proud.

So that's why you came, you bastard!

Inspiration overcame me.

— I'll pay you for them.
— How much?

A million. Whatever you want.

Are you really that scared
of Madame Claude?

I don't take money from girls.

You don't know me, or the going rate.

Watch it, David, or CIaude'|| kill you.
I mean it!

Now I'll give you some advice,

because I really like you.

Leave Claude before it's too late.

She's going out of business soon.
I guarantee it.

If you were leaving for some reason:

a good marriage,
to raise sheep on a farm...

Hello?

Good evening.

When?

I think that can be arranged.

Anne—Marie, Jill, Keiko?

All of them?
It'll cost you, my friend.

One second. It's Hugo.

He's having a birthday party.
Like to go?

That's fine. Any special requests,
let me know. Goodbye.

Look at me.

You're not hiding anything?

Right. You may go.

We'll settle up tomorrow.

I'll want the apartment.
I may need it soon.

— Good evening, Leon.
— Good evening, Madame.

A young lady's waiting for you.

Thank you.

Nice of you to wear
the dress I gave you!

But it doesn't suit you.
Do you smoke?

Uh... yes.

— Only Gitanes.
— Help yourself.

Put it to the side of your mouth.

Sit down.

Take the cigarette out of your mouth.

Are you working?

I had a job

as a secretary.

But I got fired.

And now?

What do you want to do?

Well, I'm here... as you can see.

— You wanted to ask me something?
— Yes, I did.

Can you guess what?

I guess it's pretty clear.

Don't worry.

I'm not a minor, or a virgin.

Is that your bedroom?

Yes, it is.

What are you doing?

You don't want me anymore?

Did you want to undress me?

Next time I'll do
whatever you want me to do.

Just tell me.

I see you can be very docile.

Come sit on the bed with me.

Don't you like me?

Help me.

Did I do something wrong?

Yes.

You're like a prostitute
on her first trick.

Talk price first.

My price?

— You want to pay me?
— Why not?

Who do you think you are?

You're providing a service.
So what's your price?

Is that all you care about?

Doesn't anything else matter to you?

You were being sincere?

Really?

I should feel flattered.

You really are so young.

I shouldn't have let you go on.

You never wanted
to make love with me?

— Do you know who I am?
— I don't care.

I'm Claude.

Madame Claude.

I suppose you've read about me
in the papers.

I never thought you'd be like this.

Now I understand.

You're recruiting.

No.

I've never recruited anyone
against their will.

I behaved like an idiot!

You needed tenderness.

It doesn't matter.

You really like women?

No.

It would've been the first time.

What about men?

Have you had dinner?
Are you hungry?

Yes,

although...

Although what?

Usually, I'm only hungry afterwards.

Pierre,

she's on her way.

Yes, she wanted to start tonight.

Elisabeth.

My voice?

No, no...
just a little tired, that's all.

Call me tomorrow, will you?

Goodbye.

Come closer.

Do you like it?

Yes.

It's you.

If you had green eyes,
it'd be like this.

If you were a brunette, it'd be this.

You're beautiful, so it's this.

I was right.

Please.

Here you are.

If you want to leave,
you're free to go.

I'm staying.

May |?

— Your hairdresser's here, Madame.
— Ask him to wait.

Sensitive... intelligent...
fabulous body.

The perfect lover.

Thank you. Pierre.

Elisabeth.

I won't be seeing you again.

There's a taxi waiting downstairs.

I see.

— There, that's all for today.
— Thank you.

— Not too painful, I hope.
— No, I can take it.

I'm going to send Jill to see you.

Just have her call me.

You never send me any bills, Irene.

Don't worry about that.

Claude, would you ever
use a girl who...

Who what?

Who wasn't a professional.

Why? Do you have someone in mind?

Maybe.

Me.

Is business that bad?

It's not about money.

Women are either curious, or...

Or?

They want to live out their fantasies.

And you have them?

Fantasies? Who doesn't?

Don't you?

Shall I tell you about
what happened to me?

I was on a train late at night.

I still wonder how I was able
to go through with it.

But I couldn't stop myself.

I never knew what he looked like.
I didn't care.

— It was a dream.
— No, it wasn't.

Now I'm wondering why I told you.

To prove you can work for me.

And can I?

Is there a bathroom here?

Yes.

Take off your clothes.

My girls always wear white panties.

White.

Take off yours.

— Wash yourself.
— But...

Do as I say.

No, facing me.

That's enough!

You like it too much.

You could never work for me.

Should I change dentists?

Oh, I love it!

Come and see, Jim!

There.

A fireplace!

Come and see the rest.

See that, Jim?

Fantastic!

My own bed!

You like the place?

I love it!

— Can I fix it up myself?
— Of course, do whatever you like.

You didn't tell me.

How did it go with Pierre?

Fine. Why, do you know him?

Was he pleased with you?

Sit still!

Did he say so?

Yes.

What kind of thing does he like?
Was he gentle with you?

— Did he call you names?
— No.

And did you have to pretend
that you had a climax?

No.

Why?

Well, it can't always be that good.

You may have to pretend.

Haven't I the right to a climax?

Isn't it normal?

What's normal?
It's all in the imagination.

With women, it's always pure chance.

Anyway, that's your business.

What counts is that

they pay you.

It's the only way to win their respect.

Pierre didn't pay me.

No. Pierre has an account.

Here's what you earned,
minus my commission of 30%.

— That's for one evening.
— One night.

— What do you mean?
— He asked me to stay till morning.

Well, you're entitled to more.

You're one of my girls now.

Throw out all the clothes
you wore before.

I'll make you a new woman.

It's not you you're selling.

It's a dream.

You're the mirror
they see themselves reflected in.

They reveal much more to you
than with a psychoanalyst.

You must act out any role.

They'll pay you anything you ask,
because what you do is priceless.

It makes me...

a little scared.
What if I can't do it?

Don't worry.

I'm never wrong about these things.

I spoke to a friend about you.

He's sending his private jet
to take you to the Bahamas.

He'll explain everything
when you get there.

I trust you, Elisabeth.

Welcome aboard, miss.

We'll be landing at 5pm local time.
You'll be driven to Mr Zakis' yacht.

That's it, now open your mouth.

Head back, more, that's nice.

Long neck. That's perfect.
That's very good.

Hold it a second.

Reload my camera.
I won't be long.

— Shooting ads now?
— Yeah, they think I'm talented.

— I can give you plenty on Claude.
— I don't care about her.

It's her clients I'm interested in.

To protect them, you mean?

A lot of your pals in government
call on her special services.

Cops don't have pals.
They just obey orders.

— I see...
— Don't aim too high, it may be risky.

That's not my style.

This Lockheed business.
Any proof Claude's girls are involved?

Yeah, some.

Enough to bust Claude.

For instance?

A few shots

showing the men on the take
screwing her girls.

And the payments.
Claude's girls were the couriers?

You mean shots of Claude's girls
handing envelopes to Tanaka...

No names.

Look, it's only a matter of time
until everyone knows.

You never know. These things
have a way of being hushed up.

Well, if that's all you've got...

Do you want it or not?

We'll see. Call me in a few days.

How did you find me?

American intelligence agencies
aren't as bad as people make out.

I asked how.

We ran a check on Claude
and your name came up.

Are you with the CIA?

Let's say my visit's part
of a diplomatic mission.

We hope you'll
cooperate with us.

Or else?

If you won't help us to get
what we want on Madame Claude,

I'm afraid that rumors about
you might wind up in print.

We'd be sorry about that,

but we'd have no choice.

What if you're wrong,

and she has nothing to do with it?

As I believe.

Our information is solid.

We know who the photographer is
and that Claude is in contact with him.

And who is it?

David Evans.

So, what's it to be?

I'll speak to Claude.

The sooner the better.

I know my way out.

— Hello, Claude?
— Yes.

— It's me.
— Yes, I know.

I have to see you.

Call me from a phone booth,
the usual place.

I'll call you tonight at 9.

I'm not sure who that one is.
Any idea?

Right, well, I'm off now.
See you tomorrow, boss.

And do you know
what this young idiot replied?

That once he got my money,
he'd give it to the poor!

Surely it's just
the generosity of youth.

I'll tell you something, Elisabeth.

The poor and I
have one thing in common.

We hate the word generosity.

After I die, if this imbecile
tries to give away my fortune,

do you know what they'll do to him?

They'll lynch him.

I understand.

I don't give a damn
if you understand or not.

— Leave the table!
— I'm going, don't worry.

Frédéric!

Why did you try to humiliate him?

You think I'm a monster, don't you?

Listen.

Empires like mine
aren't built by saints.

My son is all I have left.

I want him to be a man.

I don't care if people hate him
as they do me.

I hate his weakness!

I want him to harden up

and learn the world
is full of lies and betrayal.

That money buys everything.

Dominates everything.

Why are you so hard on him?

— He's still a child.
— Exactly.

I sent for you so that
he won't be a child any longer.

— What do you mean?
— You know what I mean.

Naturally, he doesn't know who you are.

— What if he isn't attracted to me?
— I'm counting on your skills.

Claude recommends you very highly.

Don't worry, he's young.

He'll think you really fell for him.

Goodnight.

Hi!

— What are you doing here?
— I came to see you.

Can I go with you?

I'm all ready.

I warn you, I don't talk a lot.

Frédéric, why are you
so hostile towards me?

I hate all my father's friends.

Well, if you hate me that much,

I think I'd rather drown!

Elisabeth?

Shit, the boat!

I'll never let you go.

Frédéric!

It's me.

I want to speak to you.

He's not there.

My jet is waiting.

You're returning to Paris.

Here's what I agreed on with Claude:
$10,000.

Your share is over half, I believe.

He won't be seeing you off.

You told him who I was?

You bastard!
It was beautiful between us.

Did you think you'd marry
Alexandre Zakis' son?

No!

That wasn't part of our deal.

I just wish I could explain to him
so that he won't hate me

or feel humiliated.

— Hello, Paul.
— Hello, Claude.

— I forgot you don't drive.
— It doesn't matter.

This is a good place to meet.

Well?

Do you know a photographer
called David Evans?

Yes. Why do you ask?

A guy from the American Embassy
came to see me.

He said Evans has some photos
that they want.

What does that have to do with me?
Why come to you?

We're linked, Claude.
They know that, and...

That you've done favors for me.

No, it's not that.

They think Evans is working for you,
that you plan to blackmail your clients.

But that's insane!

I know, but those guys are dangerous.

Have you heard of the Lockheed scandal?

Yes, I read the papers.

What have I to do
with selling airplanes?

— Nothing, I'm convinced of that.
— Have you got a light?

The CIA's convinced
you and your girls are involved.

It's not possible!

I don't think the CIA's bluffing.

Why don't we get in the car?

Claude,

suppose I called you for a girl
to entertain a visiting dignitary.

You know me,
you've no reason to worry.

But you don't know

that I'm bribing the man.

Now, David Evans

manipulates the girl
to get in on the action.

He could threaten them with a scandal,
even blackmail,

and you'd find yourself
where you are now.

Understand?

Yes.

One: the CIA is certain
Evans has such photos,

and will stop at nothing to get them.

They're just waiting to pounce on him.

Two: the photos.

They're either people
the CIA wants to protect or destroy.

But it's likely some of your girls
are in the photos.

And that's a problem for you.

Three: the CIA is convinced
you're working with Evans.

They obviously don't think
a guy like him is up to the job.

It's the only point
the CIA and I agree on.

I'm beginning to wonder
if everyone isn't bluffing, even him!

But you can't run that risk, can you?

No, of course not.
Nor can you.

They can't either!
They'll go all the way.

Evans is first on their list.
You'll be second.

Leave Evans to me.

No, I'll deal with him myself.

I need those photos.

I've got to have them!

To destroy them?

Of course, if my girls are in them!
No—one must see them.

Just as you wish. Keep me informed.

Thank you, Paul.

And move fast.

Jill, I'm looking for David.
It's urgent.

Do you know where he is?

Let me know as soon as you find out.

Hello, Anne—Marie, it's me.

I need to speak to David.
It's important.

You haven't seen him?

Yes, of course I believe you.

I'll call you tomorrow.

I want you to find
a certain David Evans.

He's a photographer who hangs around
with Claude's girls.

He has certain documents
apparently linked with Lockheed.

The CIA would like to pick him up.

They think Claude is involved.

She isn't,

obviously.

And you want the documents?

— To give to whom?
— The CIA.

I've no choice.

Right.
And will Claude... Madame Claude

agree to your handing over
the documents to them?

I don't think so.

But she'll understand my reasons.

What are you thinking?

Oh, nothing.

Regarding this Evans guy,

what should I do with him?

I did you a favor 5 years ago, Lefévre.

Remember?

No.

I don't recall any favor

equal to doing what you're asking.

What are you afraid of?

That I'll use it against you later?

No, but I have a word of advice.

Let the Americans handle it.

You'll give them the photos anyway,

if you find them.

They'll take care of the whole thing.

That way, nobody's hands get dirty.

And Claude?

I thought you'd already decided
to drop her.

You're right.
Maybe that's the only solution.

But I want the Americans to know
I gave them Evans.

I'll do my best to get that information.

But that's all I will do.

Florence, open up!

Florence!

What do you want?

Who are you?

— What's going on?
— Don't make any noise!

He's gone.

— You a friend of Florence?
— What do you want?

— She never mentioned you.
— I don't know any Florence.

— You'd better call Madame Claude.
— I know.

I just got back and I'm tired.

Just one call and I'll go.

— OK?
— OK. But make it quick.

You know, I'm a nice guy!

You look nice, too.

— Hello, it's me, Evans.
— Where are you?

I'm being followed by a guy
I saw in Washington.

— Maybe they admire your work.
— Yeah, right.

— Do you want them or not?
— Maybe. Where can I see you?

I don't know yet.

— I'll call you when I can.
— Don't waste any time.

OK.

I'm pretty sure there's somebody
down there waiting for me.

So I'm leaving via the roof, OK?

Like Spider—man.

You wouldn't understand, but...

a word of advice: if I were you
I'd drop Madame Claude,

because she's going to have
all kinds of trouble.

I mean it!

— Are you nuts?
— What's going on?

It's pure entertainment.

Come on.

— Show's over!
— What the...

— Beat it!
— Claude will have your neck for this!

— Give me...
— To hell with Claude!

— How much do you want?
— How much do I want?

Here, have them on me.

Now take your things
and get out of here!

You know the way out.

— You don't know what you're doing!
— I've never been more sure.

— What are you doing?
— Settling an account before I go.

You stay right where you are!

You double—crossed me once already.

CIaude'|| be calling about Hugo's party.

You won't answer.

Don't worry,
you'll make it to your orgy.

Hello? Yeah, it's David.

I'm at 30 rue Pelletier, 3rd floor.

Stay right there.

I might call at any time.

Let it ring once,
hang up and call again.

Be patient.

— It may take all day.
— I'll wait.

I want a safe conduct to the border.

— That's the deal, right?
— Right.

I know where Evans is, sir.

30 rue Pelletier, 3rd floor.
He'll be there at midnight tomorrow.

Find out the Americans' plans
and call me.

The agent on the Evans' case
is calling me at 8pm.

By midnight
the whole thing will be settled.

I can't be sure Evans
will have the documents.

No, but at least
he won't be able to use them.

Let me speak to Lefévre.

He's out all day.

Alright. Give him this message.

Tell him the operation's set up
for midnight.

— He'll understand.
— OK.

— Who's that?
— A pain in the neck.

Remember, I'm out to everybody.
Get rid of all this.

Hello?
I thought you'd forgotten me.

I have carte blanche.
A car will take you to the border.

— Where are you?
— Stay there.

I'm close by. Got the photos?

— Why, you think I'm putting you on?
— Are you alone?

I'll be waiting.

Get dressed, ready for your orgy.

— That you, Lefévre?
— Yes.

— You alone?
— Open the door.

— That was quick!
— I said I was nearby.

Good.

You wipe my record clean,

and I get a ride to the border.

— Right?
— Yes. Let's see them.

Names, dates, and places
on the back of each one.

— The negatives?
— They're in there.

All of them work for Claude.

That all?

Are you kidding?

You can bring down Claude now.

Why are the Americans after me?

That envelope there, what's in it?

That's not part of our deal.

— Our deal was for Lockheed.
— Show me anyway.

They wouldn't interest you.
They're clients of Claude's,

my private collection.

What will you do with them?

I don't know yet.

I'll decide later.

But I want to see them now.

— That wasn't in our deal!
— It is now.

You're not serious?

But I trusted you...

You'd be the first one who did.
Hand them over.

You bastard!

Poor David, you've aimed too high.

— You'd never have gotten away with it.
— David?

What's going on?

Anne—Marie.

A slight glitch.

You weren't expecting that.

You said you were alone.
You little shit!

That's all the addresses.
Start with Anne—Marie.

She's not answering her phone.

I know I'm asking a great deal,
but I must find David.

— Call me when you've got him.
— Is that all?

That's all.

— Pity.
— Thank you, Gus.

What's happened?
Are you hurt?

No, I'm OK.

It's nothing.

Hortense,

call the police!

Hey, stop!

Inspector! Got a visitor.

So it's you, Lecat!

What are you doing here?

Just stopping DY-

How convenient. Sir?

Is that the man you saw?

The raincoat's the same.
That's really all I'd be able to say.

Right.

Come with me.
This might interest you.

What do you think of that?

I think I smell a rat, Inspector.

Alexandre!

Not you again!
You're scaring everybody.

I told you, enough of your jokes!

Get out!

David!

No! Let me go, he's hurt!

Let me go!

Hugo!

Hugo!

Let me through!

Let me go!

Let me go!

I didn't invite you here
to stay in your room, father.

I want my birthday
to be a pleasure for you, too,

if only for your eyes.

Hugo...

Hugo, help me.

I know you're in there.

Hugo!

I — David!
— Elisabeth, I think I'm going to die.

— He's bleeding.
— They want to kill me.

He's wounded.

Don't just stand there!

Do something!

— No scandals.
— Leave it to me.

— Help me!
— Bravo, David.

What an actor!
Come on, applause!

What an actor!

Quit fooling around, David.
I'm sick of it!

— You're a friend, Hugo.
— Great performance.

Calm down.

Here, throw him out.

— No, the back way.
— Hugo, I swear, they'll kill me!

We can't ruin the party
for a loser like David.

David!

That will do.
Get back inside.

They're going to kill me!

It was magnificent!

I'm leaving for Mexico in an hour.
Come with me.

Why not? All that sunshine!

— We'll take everybody.
— Come on, girls!

— And the party goes on!
— I'll follow you!

Where are you?

I want to see my executioner.

I'm innocent.

I'm nobody.

I'm nobody!

Why don't you answer me?

Shoot, then!

Don't worry, it's a hunter.

That's strange...

I can hear the rain,

but I can't feel it.

— Satisfied?
— Evans is out of the picture.

— Was it necessary to kill the girl?
— It wasn't us.

— Who was it, then?
— We never even got the documents.

You seem surprised.

We thought you'd double—cross us.
It must've been somebody else.

But who?

Claude herself?

That's impossible.
It couldn't have been Lecat.

He got there too late.

Anyway, the photographs
are only dangerous for Claude now.

We're not interested in them anymore.

We got orders telling us
to drop the Lockheed affair.

It's too late, it's too big.

As far as we're concerned,
the case is closed.

But for us, it's just beginning.

I doubt it'll become France's Watergate.

— Here you are!
— I wanted...

Anyone call?

Nobody.

No, of course not.

They don't dare.

Soon they'll be calling up
wanting pretty girls.

They can't do without me.

They need me, you'll see.

No, I won't.

I'm leaving.

— You've nothing to fear.
— I'm not afraid.

I just can't take it any longer.
It's impossible.

Nobody quits on me.

I have a dozen calls in your book.

Is that all you care about?
Your appointments?

That and Madame Claude's reputation!

Some reputation!

David and Anne—Marie are dead.

Killed!

Why were they killed? Why?
Do you know?

You're not going to tell,

are you, Madame Claude?

It's because of you and people like you
they were killed!

It's as if you'd killed them.

Apartment keys.

It's all there,

except what I'm wearing.

Now everything's paid.

Wait, Elisabeth...

You know, Claude, you were wrong.

I'm not cut out for this.

Yes, you are! You all are!

Only you won't admit it.

Go be a sheep!

Find yourself a husband,
have kids, do the housework.

And you'll get screwed every day,
for nothing!

You're supposed to thank him as well.
Go on, get out!

I was expecting you.

I was sure you'd come back.

Everything's been wiped.

As if it never existed.

Shame I couldn't reach you yesterday.

I'd have asked you
to get Evans' photos,

before the others got there.

You were going to hand them over.

— Now they have them.
— You know they don't.

I lied to you, Lefévre.

If I'd had them in my possession,

I'd have destroyed them.

What do you think I am?

I've no idea, sir.

Madame Claude.

You are Madame Claude, aren't you?

Who are you?

How much do you want?

Where are the negatives?

Based on Allé oui, Ies Mémoires
de Mme Claude by Jacques Quoirez

Subtitling TITRAFILM