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My name is Michel Maudet.

Or... At least let's say it is.

At this period I was a boxer.

Or more precisely, I was trying to become one.

This fight would be the turning point.

Because Mr. Andre my coach didn't want to go any further if...

if we hadn't won that night.

Tonight's welterweight fight,

of six rounds of three minutes,

between Michel Maudet and Marcel Lelac.

They have been weighed this morning:

Michel Maudet, 148 pounds,

Marcel Lelac, 149 pounds.

Judges, Mr. Magloire and Mr. Varand.

Timekeeper, Mr. Geoffrey.

Referee, Pierre Dupond.

Marcel Lelac!

Michel Maudet!

Ready? Lelac?

Ready Maudet?

The Magnet of Doom

Winner by points decision, Marcel Lelac!

Now it's over, let's stop this messing about!

You're made for boxing as I am for being a nun.

Does it hurt, Michel?

No. Not at all.

Yes it hurt. A lot.

But where did it hurt most?

Michel! Are you coming? A last drink!

And why not a last cigarette?

No, no, not tonight, Mr. Andre.

As you wish, Michel.

Don't worry. Have no regrets. It's a dirty job, you know.

You can die from a punch just like David Moore,

go blind like Milo Platner,

or go crazy.

Have no regrets.

No no, Mr. Andre.

In my opinion, the referee was unfair.

You're nice, Lina.

I've been counting...

Mr. Andre spent about a million francs to make me a boxer.

He's not asking you to refund him... Why should you care?

When I think that I'll have to live with this guy...

What guy?

This guy who had just betrayed me and couldn't be me.

Me.

Nobody is called Boussac, Dassau or Ferchaux with impunity.

It is normal that my brother is attacked.

And anyway let's be serious, what do you fear?

The truth, simply the truth. - You want the truth?

Let's talk about the truth.

But once and for all!

Here is the little story.

Three negroes, that I killed 30 years ago,

while I was going to meet my brother's caravan which was hundreds of miles away.

Three negroes who were about to kill me!

Purely and simply!

To steal the food and the ammo.

I lit some dynamite, and threw it in their faces!

I'm asking you, who wouldn't have done the same?

I'm asking you...

I'm telling you again it's not the first time I've been attacked.

The other times it was the papers, but today it's the Minister of Justice.

The Minister of Justice? Yes, the Minister of Justice is holding an inquiry.

And I doubt... - And you doubt!

And when you draw the dividends from the company,

do you still doubt?

Are we not allowed to disagree with you at all?

No! I don't acknowledge the right!

It's the CEO's privilege when he represents the majority of the stockholders.

Majority of the stockholders... Ghosts!

The two of you are the majority. The two brothers... - Ah, yes,

it's us...

The stocks exist, they belong to the holder.

And I only owe you whatever information I want!

The Minister of Justice has lodged a complaint with the public prosecutor

and asked for an inquiry.

The newspapers say such things, not the minister...

So, what about this negro story?

People only started talking about it because of the financial affair!

But the prescription?

There's no statutory limitation because a minor over-zealous colonial official

who has regularly renewed the regulatory commission.

Then he has persecuted the company

regarding our accounts, our statements, our tax payments...

It's these accounts scrutinization that we're worried about

What about it? - We have the right to know! Right?

Absolutely! - Gentlemen, please... - You're not Caesar!

No, I'm not. But you're in the minority

so you're not allowed to interfere in my business!

Except that this situation of minority gives us the right to ask for the institution

of a provisional receiver.

You're not in Africa anymore.

In France the law protects the weakest.

Napoleonic code. And we have the right... - You don't have any right, Mr. Brassac.

And if you want to eat your money,

ask for the institution of a provisional receiver.

You're trying to threaten me. You are all witnesses?

No, I'm just warning you.

If there is a provisional receiver...

you'll do with me as you did with the three black men?

It's a mania...

Ask for the institution of a provisional receiver!

These savages!

Now Dieudonn�, tell us the truth.

The truth, the truth... The real truth? - Yes.

OK, so it's right that the Minister has given orders to the Prosecution Service.

Although you were trying to make me believe it's working out...

Everything's going to work out! Or still can work out...

All that we would need would be that the Attorney General...

Morel? Call the Attorney General for me.

At this hour of the night? - Of course, at home!

He won't like that, wait for tomorrow.

I don't give a fuck if he likes it or not. Go ahead!

He already told me the last time, you don't seem to understand, you're charged

with a crime of common right.

For the public you're just a murderer and you can't be free much longer

without giving the impression that justice is not the same for everyone.

And tonight the papers are attacking. They've probably got orders.

Probably! Too bad. Go ahead, inch Allah...

Don't overestimate your power...

You suppressed the scandal ten times, each time it has been more difficult!

They will finally get us.

There is one thing they'll never get: the Ferchaux's money!

What'll you do with it if we're in jail? - But the Ferchaux will never go to jail,

Not a day! Not an hour! I hope you agree with me?

Attorney General, my respects. Morel speaking.

...it's not imminent, is it?

Yes?

Well.

Well.

I'll tell him. Well.

I'm sorry to have troubled you this late, sir.

The regulatory commission has already left. - You guess quickly, but there's more.

I'm lucky...

We won't be able to avoid an arrest warrant.

Well, children... There is only one thing we should do for the moment:

to get the hell out of here.

A short period, waiting for it to blow over and we'll be back...

You can do this.

Your egoism made you safe from responsibilities, no wife, no children.

Me, I'm not single. - But it's not my egoism,

it's my youth has which kept me safe.

When I leave tomorrow with a little case in my hand, I'll be young!

You have always been old!

And if I decide to leave, it's not an escape,

it's because I want to defend myself freely! To fight!

You are thoughtless! - No! Powerful!

Morel, put a small ad in every daily newspaper. Tomorrow morning, OK?

I need a secretary, young. Who can travel. Handle this.

Don't make such a face, we'll get out of this!

You, maybe. - You'll get out of this too...

Yes...

I'll always have a way to get out of this.

I prefer when you talk like that.

HELP WANTED

A white coffee please.

Needed: a secretary, young, free, able to travel.

Do not apply in person. Call Mr. Morel.

I'm coming back.

Hello, I'd like to talk to Mr. Morel.

I found a job, as a secretary. I have to meet the employer tonight.

But if it doesn't work...

If we sell our clothes how much can we get?

What "our clothes"?

My coat for example.

I would only keep my raincoat. And you your coat,

And this?

Oh no. Michel, not this. my mother who... - She's dead, she won't know.

Michel...

What Michel?

Leave it, Michel!

I'd never have believed that of you.

Neither would I.

However...

We'll send her a money order. - When? - Later.

So?

8,000 francs for the lot.

Take it.

I didn't have enough courage to sell it.

I knew it!

I know you well.

OK, I'll go and come back. - Michel! I've got no money...

I told you, I'll be right back!

Mr. Morel had only told me the hour and the address,

so I wanted to know who I was going to meet.

Ferchaux D. Banker.

Nobody wearing a cap would get hired by a banker as a secretary.

Above all when it's a red cap.

Red like the paratrooper beret I was nostalgic about.

The little piece of sticking plaster was superfluous too.

I'm to see Mr. Morel.

You are expected.

You like it?

Yes. Mr. Morel told me that you're looking for a secretary.

Who is looking for a secretary?

Mr. Morel didn't give me any name.

He told me to come to this address at nine o'clock.

What is your name? - Michel Maudet.

What happened to your eye?

You probably won't believe me but I fell downstairs.

Have you been starving for long?

I mean... How long have you been looking for a job?

No, I lost mine two weeks ago.

I was... I was the secretary to a very famous singer.

I guess you never keep a job for too long.

You can use a typewriter? - Yes.

Shorthand?

Yes, a little bit. Enough, I guess.

Have you done your military service? - Yes.

A para, of course! - Why "of course"?

Because you couldn't have been in the commissariat with such a nose,

even if falling downstairs is always possible.

No, this is a momento from before my national service, I was an amateur boxer.

Sit down.

Are you sure that you don't know my name?

Absolutely.

My name is Ferchaux.

Dieudonn� Ferchaux. The oldest of the Ferchaux brothers.

I guess that you know the news? - I understand, now.

What do you understand?

The ad said "able to travel". - And you can travel?

Yes. - Right now?

Right now.

Tonight?

Tonight.

You're married.

No, I'm not.

Any affairs?

None.

200,000 francs a month, OK?

Yes, very good.

Good.

I have to tell you that I'm naturally incredulous.

I don't believe a word of what you've told me.

But it doesn't matter, I'm hiring you.

Morel, my businessman, is a true scoundrel,

but I don't care, he has the face of an honest man. It's very important, a face.

I like your face.

Tell me your name again?

Michel Maudet.

You have a passport? - Yes.

You'll give it to Morel, he'll get a visa, tomorrow.

Do you have a case? - Yes. - Where?

At my hotel. - Bring it.

If you're back in half an hour, I'll take you on a trip.

I'll be back.

30 minutes! I'm not sleeping here tonight.

We'll sleep in another flat.

My darlings, Paul-Louis is going to take care of you during these few days.

If you get bored, you can go to his house.

Open the door.

I'll miss you so, godfather.

That's nice.

Since you've shaved off your beard, you could pass for a schoolmate of ours.

Goodbye, my darlings.

Let's go, Mr. Maudet!

They are my godchildren.

Departure to New York...

I pretended to think that everything was normal,

but I could feel my heart pounding.

Then, lots of memories came back.

Mr. Andre. My last fight, suddenly seemed so far...

Lina...

And now, I sit in a Boeing, next to an old oak of a man

that no wind or tempest could could frighten or affect.

An old oak who wanted to be called, godfather.

When we arrive in New York, we'll go to my bank.

Safe deposit.

Take the money deposited there,

about fifty million in cash.

Dollars.

The rest in another bank, in an account.

It will be more difficult.

This is the key to my safe in Caracas, there too there's plenty of money.

I'm not sure we'll have to go there, only if things turns bad.

You've always prepared for a quick exit?

No, I haven't.

But Europe is not safe anymore.

A war may happen, a revolution...

Communism...

Of course, there is Switzerland but...

They extradite.

And in Venezuela?

They don't!

Open the door.

My name's Schroeder. - I know, won't you come in, please.

How do you do, Mr. Ferchaux, it's a great privilege to meet you.

This is Mr. Johnson.

Do you speak French?

Very badly, Mr. Ferchaux, very badly.

Perfect.

Let's see, what are we going to do?

You know how important my accounts are in your bank,

and I want to get back all my money.

I must run this operation very quickly.

Of course, given that it is a very large amount of money...

Of course, Mr. Ferchaux, let me see...

I think we can do it in a couple of days.

Two days!?

But why two days?

No, right now! Tomorrow at the latest.

Listen, Mr. Ferchaux, I'm terrible sorry.

In French please.

Yes, Mr. Ferchaux.

You read the papers.

You saw that your brother is in trouble.

There is the possibility of an extradition.

I'm really terribly sorry.

Yes, you're terribly sorry, but your bank has enough money

to build a few branches with my millions.

I'm sure you can settle this immediately.

Think about that, Mr. Schroeder.

I said a couple of days. I'm sorry we can do no better.

OK, two days.

Goodbye, Mr. Ferchaux, it was a pleasure.

Two days!

They're all the same, when they've to give back the money they were entrusted with,

it breaks their hearts.

These bankers are such charlatans...

And you? Weren't you a banker in Paris?

So what? I was just like them.

With these sharks who are trying to profit from the situation,

let's go quickly to my safe. - And if they see us?

Mr. Maudet, if one day you become rich...

If one day you become rich, never trust a banker.

An account in one bank, a safe deposit in another.

It's a rule without any exception.

Remember this.

Hello, what number?

If you find you've more money now than you did before the election, don't be surprised.

Everything happens that way with Jack.

President Kennedy.

Put it in your pocket.

No, not there, an inside pocket.

Mr. Emile Ferchaux?

Yes?

We've got a warrant.

I'm at your disposal but...

Let's not waste time!

We can't stay here.

If there is a request for extradition...

I don't like this at all!

We'll go.

Where?

I don't know. The South.

Venezuela?

Not yet, but on the way.

We left New York.

Ferchaux chose to drive not fly to avoid the airport checks.

But before taking the road South,

I had something to do.

I wanted to see the house where a little American boy was born,

whose impoverished parents, Italian immigrants, lived in Hoboken.

I felt, I still feel,

close to, just like this little American boy...

who has now grown up.

This identification was due to the fact I'm originally Italian too.

But maybe also because he was very ambitious,

while I could only resolve to be what I was.

It was this house.

And this little girl watching Dieudonn� Ferchaux and me,

probably didn't know that she lived in the birthplace of

Frank Sinatra. On Monroe Street.

We'd been driving for hours.

Ferchaux had said nothing about his brother's death.

He was indifferent to it.

Who exactly was this man, so psychologically perceptive?

Cold, cynical,

not letting himself be impressed by anything or anyone.

I decided to question him about myself, to learn more about him.

Mr. Ferchaux... - Yes?

I need to know what you think about me.

Oh, I think...

I think you'll become someone.

That's what I would like to know.

You know men quite well...

Do you trust me? Do you think I can succeed?

These are two different questions...

Then give me two answers, please. - It's not so easy.

There are only three kinds of men.

What kinds?

There are the sheep.

The leopards.

And then...

the jackals.

I see.

I don't know what category you're in.

Except the sheep, of course.

Between the leopard and the jackal you don't want to choose.

I'm a banker, Mr. Maudet. So I'm cautious.

The limited psychology which is the only one which

can be used by a banker to decide who he is going to trust,

this limited psychology isn't able us let to decide so quickly.

So no overdraft...

I see that you have smatterings of trade.

Evening class.

Probably when you were that singer's secretary no doubt...

What is this?

I want Presley.

Get out, Mr. Sinatra, you wop.

Please put on Sinatra again.

Please put on Mr. Sinatra again.

Wow, are you a marine, mister? - No, darling.

I am a wop and I like Frankie boy.

A drink, mister? - Yes, mister.

Let me help you up. - That's alright.

You too, Sir? - Yes.

Don't come back, you son of a gun.

So long fellows. See you around,

From that moment on, Ferchaux looked at me differently.

He gave me his attention. if not not his esteem.

Always be suspicious with limited psychology.

And think that two American soldiers are not enough against you...

Against a French para, you'd need at least three.

Actually, it wasn't a regular fight.

And I had revenge to take.

Against whom?

It's a story I'll tell later.

I see! You have your little secret garden!

A garden? A park! A virgin forest!

A jungle... - Yes.

With leopards and jackals.

What is it?

Nothing, but that car has been following us for quite some time.

Slow down a little bit.

Has it been there long? - Since the diner.

Maybe before.

We should stop to check.

It's forbidden here.

We'll do it at the first motel I see.

We'll sleep there.

I'm going to check.

Hello, Mr. Maudet.

Who are you? - Immigration Control, F.B.I.

What for? - Not for you, Mr. Maudet.

Just for Mr. Ferchaux. - Why?

In a couple of weeks he could be arrested and deported.

If Washington decides to do this.

The French government has sent extradition papers to Washington.

But not for you, just your friend. - Oh, I see.

Now you can tell your friend...

or you can keep it to yourself.

But look out for your own interests.

Thank you.

Well?

It was two...

two traveling salesmen.

Nothing at all.

I've talked to them.

Don't stop, speed up!

Don't stop! Go goddamit!

Hello, very kind of you,

Very kind of you,

Hello, sir.

Michel, tell this girl to get out immediately.

You hear me, Michel, immediately!

Will you stop! It's my car!

Are you crazy?

Get out of here, D'you understand, goddamit!

Now, sit in the backseat. - Hey, what are you doing?

I said get in.

Mr. Ferchaux, don't ever talk to me like you did just now, please.

Come on, in the car.

Where are the notes?

You mean my notes?

Yes.

Flown away.

Where are they, answer me!

If I want to.

There.

Where there? - In the river.

Tell me why, please?

Because I want to keep on being master of the situation.

How, if we no longer have a nickel?

I've kept enough money to get to Caracas.

You'll take me there.

Now, let's go.

Hey what's happened, darling. - The old fool, come with me.

Fill it up!

Where is the young girl?

When you was in the rest room, she grabs her bag in a hurry

and asked the truck driver to take her with him just as he takes off.

Young lovers.

No trouble, Mister, no trouble.

Oh, darling, don't leave me,

What'll I do all alone?

Hitch-hike. Come on, get in.

Do you smoke, Michel? - Not much. No thank you.

Everything could have gotten better between Ferchaux and me.

But fate had chosen. Only I could watch in the rear-view mirror.

If it had still been possible I would have felt ashamed.

Maybe.

Come on in.

Sit down.

Well, we just got word from Washington.

The extradition papers haven't been processed yet.

But I've got to tell you, you are not, under any circumstances,

to leave the United States, either now

or for perhaps a long time.

Is that clear?

OK.

Goodbye. - Good luck.

After miles and miles of rain we finally entered the true South.

The South with its residential districts for whites,

and its residential districts for blacks.

Ferchaux chose to settle down near New Orleans.

Hidden in a park which looked oddly like a jungle.

Dear Morel...

At the beginning he was in great shape.

the time has come to fight.

But suddenly, he began to feel bad.

The tropical climate was visibly changing him.

Then, he fell sick.

But maybe he was faking.

Give me a bottle of milk and a book.

Don't you want to eat anything?

No, it's impossible.

You'll be as weak as a baby! If it's not already the case...

Give me a bottle of milk!

As you wish.

I'm going to eat at Jeff's. - Come right back afterwards.

Why?

Because I need you, I've got some letters to write.

It can wait. That's all we can do here, wait.

I've made a list of all the things I want picked up from the market this afternoon.

Go down and do as I ask, OK?

Yes, boss. - And next time don't take all afternoon, you hear?

I told you, keep that thing out of my way,

Doggone bitch.

Hey! The old man let you go, I see.

What do you want? Are you going to eat?

Today I've got a great chili con carne.

I don't like that. I'd rather that you bring me some spaghetti.

Hi, Frenchie.

Well, you and little old me, gonna have a good time.

Your pillows aren't soft enough for me.

You'd be surprised.

See you later.

Who is this man?

Sometimes, I ask myself if he's not tailing me.

Suska? He could do that as he could do other things.

Anything.

But more than anything, he's able to shut up.

That's the rarest thing in the world, a man able to keep quiet.

Silence never betrayed anybody.

Suska never talked to me to ask me for a drink, it's not compromising.

Enjoy your meal.

How's the old man doing?

As usual.

Tell me, why is a guy like you with him?

I was his secretary in France. The man he trusted.

The last few months, it was practically me who was managing the company.

You heard about the scandal?

Vaguely. In the papers.

The catastrophe happened

and he asked me to follow him in his flight.

He told me if I hadn't come with him, he'd have risked not leaving at all.

He was alone, tired. Sad.

He almost begged me.

No kidding?

That's true. The collapse must have aged him.

He still has the money?

Yes.

How much... is there?

Why should you care?

I don't.

Don't stop, keep talking about him.

He's become fussy.

He's extremely afraid to be alone.

However, he can't stand new faces.

He hardly tolerates the black woman who does the cleaning.

I have to be with him from morning to evening, and all through the night.

When I seem to be leaving,

he feigns a heart-attack, or something else.

Since he's quite crafty, he talks to me as if I were his son.

Actually he's no more sick than me.

And... In the evening, where does he hide it? - What?

His money.

Is it true what people say about you? - What do they say?

That you spent years in jail for killing a man.

In the American army in France.

So what?

Now I've got this bar, I count the money each evening,

and I take my money to the bank. Something bothers you?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

Don't you think that we could have settled in a country less rotten?

Not yet, later we'll see.

Until I've left this country and got the money from New York,

we'll have to live as economically as possible.

It won't last very much longer, don't worry.

I've to keep fighting as if I wasn't sick.

What's wrong with you?

Given that I no longer eat anything and only drink...

nothing but milk,

stomach cancer?

The other day it was your heart.

You have to choose.

Tell me what's next.

Where was I?

It was a letter to Morel.

Always the same. - What?

I'm telling you it's a letter to Morel,

the one which tells him to give a big envelope

to the person whose name is written on it.

The envelope which contains the great Mercator file,

which is supposed to overthrow the government. - Don't talk to me like that, please.

You're going too far, even if I am fond of you.

Which means that you tie me with a chain to this apartment.

Why do you talk like that?

Because it's true. And you know it.

My dear Morel,

it is now time to fight.

Too bad for these gentlemen who thought that I would be afraid.

As soon as you receive this letter,

put the Mercator file

on the desk of the newspaper editor

who would be the most capable of using it...

as we expect...

How pale I am.

The same as usual.

Take my pulse.

It's just like mine. A little bit weaker, it's normal.

I'm sure that I'm going to have an attack tonight.

I'm your secretary, not a doctor!

I'm going!

Michel!

Shit!

What's the matter, honey had too much?

What's your problem now?

Can't I just play without being bothered?

I didn't want to bother you but...

I'm afraid I'm going to have an attack tonight.

Go on back. I'll come see you later.

Bye-bye.

How many?

Two.

Dealer takes one.

Are you going to play the nurse, now?

Sure.

That night, I decided to do a runner,

to take a look at New Orleans and its streetcar named desire.

I needed to free myself from the old man's influence.

Hey, that one's for me, girls.

Hello. Don't tell me, let me guess.

You must be one of the Rockefeller boys, am I right?

Sure I am, and you are Elizabeth Taylor.

Wise guy. And what do you say to some champagne?

Sweetie darling, is it possible to have a drink

with that young lady

It's impossible to refuse you anything.

I'll go see if her parents will let her out.

Thanks, honey. - You're welcome, honey.

I've had it, I'm going straight home.

Come in and talk to me if you don't get home too late.

Is it true that you're French? - Yes.

Incredible! While I was dancing, I was thinking:

"What a strange American!"

He's an American who watches women just like the French do.

Because I knew you were French. I saw your posters outside.

Of course, it's essential.

You know, French ladies are always the first on the international market.

Is Lou your real name?

It's my stage name.

And your real name? - Louise.

What do you want to drink?

We have wonderful champagne, the best.

French champagne. - No sir, Californian.

So, two whiskies.

I'm afraid that you're wasting your time with me.

Nowadays I no longer waste my time.

And before? - Before, yes,

May I know about before?

Yes, why not?

Two years ago, I was acting in movies in Roma.

Cinecitta!

And then, there's been a co-production with Mexico.

And then?

It would take too long to tell. Anyway, it's here that I've ended up.

The last stop.

But it's not the worst that could have happened.

You don't want to go any further?

No, not anymore.

One day, later.

Maybe.

There were lots of other whiskies...

I was alone, walking in a gloomy land.

Come on, cowboy, get on your horse.

Thanks for the ride, dear. - He's the rider.

I doubt if you'll get much use out of him tonight.

Oh, I just want to let him sleep.

Sure, honey.

Sure thing.

If you say so.

Lina!

Lina!

I didn't sell your medallion...

because they didn't want it.

Do you hear me, Lina?

Yes, I hear you, Michel.

The next morning, as soon as I entered Jeff's bar,

Suska left as was his habit when he saw me.

I guess you didn't go to see the old man?

No and I don't think I'll go.

And people say that women are naughty... Tell me!

Do you have something for my headache? - What have you done?

Maybe you're not talkative, well me neither.

As you wish.

But be aware that the old man called a nurse last night.

Maybe he's really sick.

How do you know he called a nurse?

Suska told me.

Oh, that one...

If only I could be sure that he was really sick...

He's just playing, again.

He must think that once I see a nurse with him, I'll go running back.

For my headache, give me a double-scotch.

May I help you?

Is he really sick? - No, he's much better today.

If I'm here at all, it's more as a substitute secretary than a nurse.

Would you like to come in?

Sit down, Michel.

You didn't believe that I was ill, did you?

Just like you, I'm naturally incredulous.

Tell me what you've done...

It's not interesting.

Do you remember a conversation we had

while leaving New York?

I remember.

I told you...

Actually what I said is not important.

It's what I didn't tell you that's important.

At that moment, you were worried about my opinion about you.

More exactly: my opinion about your possibilities, because that is

the only thing you've always been interested in.

You wanted to feel your power.

To weigh it.

I don't remember now how I answered.

But I know that I've not been

perfectly sincere.

Your claws were growing.

You wanted to know if you could be a force,

a man who could be powerful.

That day I wanted you to understand I had always known what I was doing.

As a consequence there is no disillusion.

Anyway, I'm very glad that you've come back.

Because...

Because I'm an old man who has his habits

and it would be difficult to live without them.

Did you find outside what you were looking for?

Maybe.

Now we're used to each other.

In our relationships, our quarrels, we are just like

two old lovers who don't love each other anymore.

But who can't live without each other.

I'm speaking for myself.

During last night, you've tested your freedom.

Without choosing it, I've tested my loneliness.

It won't last.

I've told you.

When I die...

Michel, I'll try to be less demanding.

To be less severe.

You'll go out when you want.

And if any night you don't want to come back...

Now come, please, I've tried to work...

Good morning.

If you don't need me any longer, Sir, this morning now, I'll be back later.

Michel? Do you agree to try?

Please, go tell her that you're eating here.

And when the nurse comes back,

could you please pay her off?

You'll give her ten dollars more, as she did her best.

To make Mr. Ferchaux happy, I will have lunch with him.

You know Michel, actually if you prefer to go out...

What are you looking for? A pointless argument?

You act like a pathetic, old man,

and suddenly you're yourself again.

I've not forgotten what a character you've been.

Who killed three negroes?

Proud to have humiliated his employees, his whole life?

And I've forgotten?

And all these little traders that you ruined, knowingly?

And your two lovely little slaves in your townhouse in Paris?

Godfather!

You don't like I mention these things...

Maybe you're right... Let's not talk about this anymore.

I was wrong.

We can't understand each other. - No, that's obvious.

Do you want to eat?

Yes, give me a hamburger and two eggs.

So?

So what?

He promised to leave me in peace and not keep watch on me anymore.

For that price, I'd stay.

For that price?

What?

Nothing.

Just an idea.

Go ahead, tell me your idea? Don't be a chicken.

At night...

while the old man's sleeping,

haven't you ever wanted to knock him out and leave with his money?

Here's your hamburger. -

No, it wasn't Jeff who gave me this idea.

It had trudged slowly, by my side,

all along the road since we'd left New York.

Tonight, I would leave Dieudonn� Ferchaux.

But I didn't want to leave alone.

Oh no, don't be afraid...

Afraid of what?

Of who?

If one of us has to be afraid,

it's not me.

I swear that it's not me.

Oh no, not you!

Why not me, after all?

Wouldn't it be a logical end to this story?

Brutus, killing Caesar...

You're not Brutus, Mr. Maudet.

And you, old fool,

do you still think you're Caesar?

I think that I need a doctor!

Michel, Michel, a doctor!

Crying wolf, masquerade.

Don't tire yourself out. It won't work any more.

Ciao!

Adios.

He just split out with his bag.

He left the old man to us.

Are you sure? - Sure I'm sure.

Hey, you two mind knocking it off and getting back to work?

Who is that Lina you were talking about the other night when you were drunk?

Did I talk about Lina? - Yes.

Who is she?

A girl I left in France.

Just like the old man I've just abandoned.

I'm kind of getting used to it.

Take over for a couple of minutes, I'll be right back.

I knew that you'd come back.

In my pocket...

The key...

Caracas...

You and your key...

You can go to hell.

Subtitles: 2018 Corvus edit