All language subtitles for House of Cards 1968

- What round is it?

- It's still the first.

- I've been on this floor
three times already.

- Four.

- Well, why set a world's record, huh?

Now what?

- Now we go back to Paris.

- And then what?

- And then we go get us
a cold beer some place.

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

- It's time to go home, Reno.

Take a job on your
brother's chicken ranch.

Write the book you're
always picking about.

Make something of yourself.

- Chickens get up awfully early, Louis.

- Tyre?

- Didn't sound like it.

Somebody's shooting at us!

A little bit past your bedtime, isn't it?

Get a load of this.

- Ah, it's very small.

- Big enough to steal a Beretta.

- What are you going to do about him?

- I don't know.

Come on, mush.

Who do I see about his kid?

- Paul?

Looks as if you've been
out for a little walk

in your pyjamas and slippers.

Or running away from home, maybe?

You didn't leave me a note.

You didn't kiss me goodbye.

Maybe you don't love me anymore.

- I was going to come back.

- Well, that's good to hear.

Anyhow, it wouldn't be much
fun around here without you.

I see you brought home a friend.

- Davis is the name.

The beef is, that kid tried to kill me

in the Bois de Boulogne
not 15 minutes ago.

- This 58-pound boy tried to kill you?

- He sure as hell did.

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

Besides, I put him to bed myself at 7:30

with his teddy bear.

- Well, he got out again with a gun.

Lady, I came within 2
inches of being cold meat

in the Paris morgue tonight,

now what the hell are
you gonna do about it?

- He's 8 years old. You're scaring him.

- Well dammit, he scared me!

- Paul, I think we must
have an explanation.

Is this man telling the truth?

- I wasn't aiming at him.

I was only trying out the gun.

- Take him upstairs.

We'll talk about this tomorrow.

- Hold on a minute.

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

As there isn't, you grab
a deep breath and you say,

"I'm sorry sir."

Anything along that line'll do.

- I'm sorry sir.

I didn't mean to alarm you.

I apologise for any inconvenience
I may have caused you.

- That's more than I
bargained for, but okay.

- Dismissed?

- Dismissed.

- My name is Claude de Gonde,

I am the boy's very much chagrined uncle.

- Reno Davis.

- Paul's father is dead,
he has no one to follow,

no one to emulate.

You must forgive us.

- When my old man died,

I crawled under the front
porch for three days.

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

- Then you won't find it necessary

to mention this to the police?

- Forget it.

- May I compensate you in
any way for your trouble?

- No trouble.

I can find the door.

- I wish there was something we could do.

- There is, you can run bed
check on that boy from now on.

- Leaving town, Mr. Davis?

- Trying to.

- Can't you get any action?

- Looks like I'm getting some now.

- Get in.

- Broke?

- Well, if I bought a nickel
candy bar, it would dent me.

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

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

- What have you got in mind, lady?

- Mr. Davis, my son thinks
you're the greatest thing

since vanilla ice cream.

- That's nice.

- I'm looking for a tutor for him.

Not the usual kind, he's had those.

But he's never seen America.

I'd like for him to know what it's like.

Fourth of July, opening day at
the ballpark, trick-or-treat.

- Well, why don't you take him there?

- I could bring it to him
with someone like you.

- You don't know anything about me.

- You don't know anything about me either.

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

- Lady, I'm no Mary Poppins.

- It pays 3,000 francs a month, Mr. Davis,

that's 600 American dollars.

- That's a great little kid you got there,

I love him already.

- I thought you might be available.

- For hire, nor for sale.

I want a TV set, uh,
American coffee, and um,

every Sunday off.

- Every other Sunday.
- Okay.

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

- Reno Davis.

- I know.

This way.

I'll take one of your cigarettes.

American this time.

I suppose you will want a bath every day?

- That's right.

- And no garlic in your food?

Americans worry about
their breath all the time.

- Oh, not me, mine's sweet as a baby's.

- We had one before you.

He wore silk shirts and Italian shoes.

- Yeah? What happened to him?

- Dead.

- The work that hard?

- My name is Jeanne-Marie.

I'll be looking after you.

Doing your room, your laundry,
whatever else required.

I expect to be tipped.

- What's the going rate?

- I'll leave that up to you.

- Where do I leave the money?

On the dresser?

- Why not?

You'll get very good service.

- Yeah, but I'm kind of hard to please.

I like somebody there

to pick up the soap in
the shower when I drop it,

stuff like that.

You don't look like the type.

- The other men in this
house find me attractive.

- They're right.

You are real yummy.

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

if it's all the same to you.

So where's your room, doll?

- If you are so independent, find it.

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

My mother in law, Madame
Gabrielle de Villemont,

the most venerated member of our family.

Monsieur Vosier, my cousin,
and his charming wife.

Oh yes, my secretary, Monsieur Bourdon.

We dress for dinner in this house.

- I would have worn my
navy blue suit, ma'am,

except I hocked it.

- My governess took her
meals in the kitchen.

We grow alarmingly democratic.

- Proust once called Madame a snob.

She regarded it as a great
compliment.

What will you drink?
Montrachet or Chambertin?

Equally pleasant.

- Oh, I don't know.

- Try the Montrachet.

- You'd better drink something.

The going can get pretty
rough at these dinners.

- Anne's afraid I'll bore
you with our misfortunes,

we talk a great deal about the old days,

all that's been lost.

- We had the most beautiful
house of white stone.

Grapes for the table came
from our own vineyards.

- You see, Mr. Davis, we're
colonials run out of Algeria,

stripped of everything.

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

- I'm displeased with you

for not consulting me about the American.

- Anne made the choice.

- Complications will arise from this one.

- I don't foresee any.

- They've already begun.

You're over 21.

Do you have to show your
driver's license around here

to get a drink?

- She's the head of the house.

We defer.

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

- I'd like to be.

- Well, I might too if I had
to visit the old plantation

in Algeria every night.

- Twice on Sunday.

But that's not why I drink.

- You got better reasons?

- I am a poor, little widow woman,

and when everybody goes to bed
and they turn out the lights,

the bats begin to fly.

- You seem tired, my clear.

Why don't you go to bed?

- I'm not ready yet.

- You need your rest.

Madame de Villemont has
not been well lately.

- Madame de Villemont’s been crazy lately.

Madame de Villemont’s crazy now.

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

You see, people keep dying all around me

like I was one big traffic accident.

It's the damnedest thing.

- Paul has fallen asleep.

Would you mind taking
him up to his room, now?

- Sure.

Uh, but just to keep me in the picture,

what happened to the fellow
who had this job before me?

- He was found in the river.

Floating on top like a
Japanese paper flower.

- Is that right?

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

I thought I'd met em all.

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

I'm Dr. Morillon.

Anne de Villemont is my patient.

- Well, this is Paul de Villemont.

You've got the wrong room, Doc.

- I look after the child as well.

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

before he goes to sleep.

- Well, he might sleep easier
if they moved him out of here.

This isn't a kid's room, it's
a battalion headquarters.

- These standards may
look like rags to you,

but men have wrapped
themselves in them and died,

in Senegal, in the
Sudan, at Dien Bien Phu.

He can sleep under them.

- You're the doctor.

- I'm more than that.

I was his father's closest friend.

He died in a hot street in Algeria.

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

Ashes from the fire
settled on our white suits.

There are times when I
wish I'd died with him.

At any rate, we still have his son.

The line is unbroken.

There will be another
General de Villemont.

- Supposing he blows it and
turns out to be a dentist?

- Ah,

this one will drill men,
Mr. Davis, not teeth.

- All right, Paul-baby,

Strike.
- Strike.

- This hand.

Now, man on second, line up the pitch.

Ah! Strike two.

One more strike and we got
him out, Paul-baby, that's it!

He's out!

'Atta-boy!

- Mr. Davis?

I don't want my child disappearing on me.

I want to know where he is every minute.

If you leave the house,
you check with me first.

Is that clear?

You don't just bundle him off.

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

and you are holding up the game.

Here, Louis, see if he can handle a curve.

Have a seat in the bleachers.

- Who is the man?

- My friend Louis, nice man.

Keeps elevator doors from
closing on little old ladies.

Also likes kids.

- Who doesn't?

I wish I had a dozen of them.

- What's stopping you?

- I don't happen to have a husband.

- Well, you're young, good looking.

You'll get another crack at it.

- I'm not interested in
getting married again.

And I'm not in the least anxious

to discuss my personal affairs with you.

Furthermore, I don't want
you to do any night prowling

while you in my house.

In other words, stay away from the maids.

I've got a youngster to think about.

- Don't worry.

There's only one woman on the
premises that interests me,

and that's his mama.

- I'm paying you to look after my son,

and you concentrate on that.

It's the only thing that concerns me.

- Maybe too much.

- Sometimes I'm in bed at night,

and I think that he's gone,

and I run into his room and he's there.

But one night he won't be.

- Have you been threatened?

- No.
- Then forget it.

- I'm afraid I can't.

- Well look, if, if it'll
make you feel any better,

I'll bunk in with him,

I'll never let him out of my sight.

- That's not enough.

- Short of packing a gun, I
don't know what else can I do.

- Carry one. This one.

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

- Maybe you could, lady.

- Where did you get this?

- The lady of the house.

- Her fear of kidnapping.

It's come up before.

She's been treated by our
doctor for this very thing.

I understand what it comes from,

her husband was killed
by terrorists in Algeria.

The boy is very like him.

She's afraid he might
become their victim too.

But there's no threat, Mr.
Davis, there's no plot,

no danger to the boy.

Except one.

Anne herself.

It might become necessary
to protect the boy from her.

- You seem agitated. Why?

- No, no, It's nothing.

- Still...

- Our young American friend grows curious.

- Why should there be
any curiosity about us?

Dr. Morillon, the eminent psychiatrist,

Vosier, our celebrated bon viveur,

you, a prominent man of business,

my own modest self, a
publisher of some repute.

All of us, pillars of the French society.

- Samson pushed pillars
and the temple fell.

- Our temple is not going to fall.

No, you my clear De Gonde,

are going to give a nice, little party

and invite our young gentleman.

YES.

We'll soon see if our American Samson...

must be shorn, hm?

- And here, below, is the king of cups.

It means that there is a powerful man

who may either become your good
friend or your deadly enemy.

This is now being weighed in the balance.

You drew the tower my dear.

- Are you sure you're dealing off the top?

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

this card predicts ruin and disaster.

- I didn't get your name.

- Davis, Reno.

- Well, what do you know?

Sure glad to run into
an American around here.

Jesse Hardee, tractors and hardware.

You like this town, son?

You having yourself a good time here?

- Ring-a-ding.

- Ah, well you're young.

I've had an acid stomach
ever since I got here.

They can keep their fancy wines.

Give me good old Milwaukee beer.

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

- I work for 'em.

- These are inspired people, Davis.

They see the termites gnawing away

at the foundations of the house,

and they damn well intend
to do something about it

before the walls cave in.

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

the night you knocked
out that big Senegalese.

- I got lucky-

- Right, if you hadn't run him to death,

he would have cut you to pieces.

I'm Leschenhaut.

I was a boxer myself,
also a one-time priest,

an unfrocked communist, a bad poet,

a good lover, a big eater.

What are you?

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

with a slight sinus condition.

- You're more than that, you write.

I read your something
in the "Paris Review".

Wasn't your Papa Hemingway
also handy with his fists?

- He laid out a few critics in his time.

- What would you like to fight for?

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

- What about a new world
without any weaklings,

without any would-be suicides

who don't have the guts
to cut their own throats?

- Sounds groovy, but what
do you do for laughs?

- My boy, as a writer you have a duty

to reveal the true nature of the enemy.

You must join us in our great crusade.

Black and yellow hordes are advancing.

We must hold them off.

- Sieg heil.

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

- Sure.

- I guess it's this marble staircase.

It's been a lifelong problem.

- Would you like to go someplace else?

- Where?

- Well, we could go to the kitchen,

raid the icebox.

- I've never seen the kitchen.

I own the damn house

and I've never seen the kitchen.

- How do you get at the leftover turkey?

- Mm, I ring bells and
I get things on trays

under little silver covers.

- Tough life.

- Mm, lonesome.

I never see the milkman.

You don't approve of all this.

What do you approve of, Mr. Davis?

- I started out approving of you, lady.

Very much.

- And now you're beginning
to change your mind?

Aw, let me change it back for you.

- Goodnight boss.

- Oh, it's early.

- Mm-hmm, but I don't want
to turn into a pumpkin.

- Good, Grey doctor.

- Good evening, Madame.

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

' MY apologies.

- Mr. Davis, may I present Dr. Morillon,

the man who polices my psyche.

Ah, Mr. Davis is my son's nanny.

- We have met.

You've missed several appointments lately.

- Guilty.

- I think you should take your situation

a little more seriously, Madame.

- Oh, I know I'm in trouble.

- Lead a quiet life,
Madame, a discrete one.

Be more concerned for your health.

- I don't really care that much.

Oh, Mr. Davis, would you help
steer me up these stairs?

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

- Nighty-night.

- Mr. Davis, please don't leave.

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

I'll pay you a lot of money.

- Where do you want to go?

- New York, Zanzibar, Iceland,

any place out of France.

- Buy a ticket. Get on a jet.

- I tried that.

Paul and I got as far as the airport.

They brought us back.

' Who?

- My brother in law, De Gonde,

and the other one, Edmond.

- Dragged you back, huh?

- You don't believe it?

- I'm listening.

- I had a breakdown.

They put me in a sanitarium at Issy.

I spent three months
cutting out paper dolls,

and there was only one way to get out.

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

And that's where I am now.

- Under house arrest, huh?

- That's right.

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

- I don't want to hurt
your feelings, honey,

but we have to take into
consideration the possibility

that you're a little out of your skull.

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

- And so do you.

How can I overcome that Mr. Davis?

How do I get your help?

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

- The idea has a lot of merit,

but somehow I reached my manhood

without using slugs in
the telephone company,

or taking advantage of distress cases.

Scotch.

- Mr. Davis,

I've left my cigarettes in my coat,

would you be good enough to get them?

- You want me to get your cigarettes?

- You find the suggestion outrageous?

- Not if both your legs are broken.

- You must forgive me if I
misunderstood your position.

I thought you were a servant.

- Have one of mine.

- You take a great interest in Madame,

and she in you.

- You make a few house
calls yourself, Doc.

- Let me speak to you plainly.

Let me tell you what I think of a man

who tries to make love to
an unstable, neurotic woman.

He belongs in the clinical textbook

along with your other degenerates.

- Better have some aspirin

in that little black bag of yours, Doc,

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

You're too tense, Pablo.

They'll never bite.

- But how can they tell?

- Believe it, they can tell.

Hey, Reno!

Only for such men of character

would I arrive at six in
the morning.

Reno, how do you like my little Veronique?

She replaces Adele.

- Who replaced Marie.

- I found her in the police station

when I went to pay a fine

for committing, eh, a public outrage.

- Oh, Louis, I've been
warning you about that.

- No, this time I was
caught writing on the wall.

- Hmm.

- Anyway, this little
pigeon is going to see

if there is a dossier
on your Dr. Morillon.

While the prefect of police
is pinching her bottom,

she'll be pinching the papers.

- I could lose my job.

What if I do?

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

- Why have you changed your mind?

- 'Cause of an hour ago,

the lady doesn't want me to mix in.

- Uh-huh, I'm not surprised.

It fits in with my theory.
- Oh?

- I have one you know.
- Mmm.

- Yes, that the lady and her lover,

this handsome, virile doctor,

did away with her husband.

And that murder breeds others.

There is a delicate, young
man named Sidney Scott,

her son's tutor.

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

Et voilà! Another victim.

You like this scenario?

- Might run second on a double bill.

Duck!

Take the kid to your place, and fast!

Just like Saturday
night television, huh Pablo?

The good guys, the bad guys.

Only we're okay now.

- Reno, my friend, I am sorry.

- Touching.

Such tenderness.

- I've told him what happened.

It was you.

- You're lying in your teeth.

Somebody was waiting in this room.

Who was it?

- Nobody but you, his
friend, his best friend,

with a knife in your hand.

- The boy was here, he
was standing right there.

Where is he?

- What boy? There was no boy!

- Where is he?

Talk lady while you still can!

- Swine!

I'll be there when the guillotine drops.

- I hope so sweetheart, right under it.

- My dear fellow, what are you doing here?

- Where is everybody?

- Where's the boy?

- The family is taking a holiday.

They've all gone to their
country residence in Dijon.

It's an annual occasion.

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

The boy I was responsible for

has disappeared into a rabbit hole.

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

- I'm about to join them myself.

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

He had a grandstand seat,

he's the only ticket
I got out of this jam.

And you and I are gonna find him, pronto.

- And if I don't agree?

If I wind up in the paddy waggon, Ed,

some of this family's
gonna be in there with me.

- How would you accomplish that?

What could you say

about one of the first families of France?

- That the great General
Sebastien de Villemont

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

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

- Not particularly.

If, as you say, the police
are one step behind you,

how do you get to the garage

without the danger of being seen?

- Now, this is a big house.

There must be another way out.

- There isn't.

- Find one or dig one, Eddie.

If I'm gonna be framed for one murder,

I'd just as soon go for two.

- Alright.

There's no light down here.

Put it out!

- Make love, not war.

- The cause is just.

I serve in his ranks willingly.

- Just another
well-motivated soldier, huh?

- What would you know about these matters?

What did you ever own in your life

that couldn't be tossed on
a dump heap without regret?

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

till France took them away from me

and gave them to savages
who leave their filth

in the house where my
grandmother was born.

Kay-.

You had a nice, little
piece of real estate,

you took a loss on it.

Now your blind kids in the streets

chuck plastic bombs into apartment houses,

leave sharpshooters on street corners,

and knock off your elected officials.

- One day, we shall.

One clay, France will be ours.

- I'd hate to see that happen.

You'd lose the tourist trade.

- Wait there.

- Shall we walk, Mr. Davis?

Beautiful clay.

You may observe a little
architectural resemblance

between this place and
our Paris residence.

They both contain an
element of gracious living

combined with massiveness, solidity.

It's a fascinating study, architecture.

Edmond tells me you've
been through our cellar.

- It looks like Chicago when
Capone was a big cheese.

- We are men who have
an answer, Mr. Davis.

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

- You don't want me.

I voted for Adlai Stevenson.

- No, as it turns out we
don't want you, Mr. Davis.

You've been meddlesome,

and shown a distressing
curiosity in my family's affairs.

- I didn't come here
to smell your cigar smoke

and have my ear bent.

I'm in a bind, Mister.

- Indeed you are.

- I want to see the mother,
right after that

I want to see the kid.

- Madame de Villemont is not well,

she's not to be disturbed.

- Then I'll settle for the kid.

- I'm certain you would.

Unfortunately, the witness
you need isn't with us.

- You moved pretty fast.

- Of necessity.

- What did you do with him?

- Out of reach.

- But you're not.

- Are you threatening to thrash
the information out of me?

There are 40 muscular,
young men about this place.

Even a small, Japanese karate expert.

We only lack a moat in fact.

- Sounds impressive.

- We're prepared to offer you two choices,

one very pleasant, the other less so.

You can have an amusing
life in South America

with its mild climate
and its lovely women,

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

Which is it to be?

- I think I'll brush up on my Spanish.

- In a few days, you'll
be taken to Marseilles

and given passage on a ship for Argentina.

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

and be made as comfortable as possible.

You have made a wise decision.

One should cling to life
above everything else.

I'll have this taken to your room.

- I see you've finally got to my room.

- Mmm.

- It's taken you a while.

- Sorry about that.

- You came over the roof?

- Had to.

The management's acting

like I haven't been paying my hotel bill.

- I hear you have stepped
on somebody's feet.

- Mm-hmm.

- What are they going to do with you?

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

- What do you want with me?

- You are gonna take me
to Madame de Villemont.

- For how much?

- 50 bucks.

- That's all?

- That's all I got,

unless you're gonna let me
put you on a credit card.

- The door on the end.

- Back to your room.

Open up!

- The table's dead, the cues are crooked,

we're short on balls, but
as they say back home,

"It's the only game in town."

Grab a stick.

What the hell is your name again?

- Davis, Reno Davis.

- I'm bad on names, remember the face.

So, you joined the team?

- Well, if you can't lick 'em...

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

You'll be working with me.

Oh, this outfit's got frogs
and wops and what have you,

but you and me will be working

the American side of the street.

Buck a point, all right with you?

- If I Win.

- You know when you're
being hustled, don't you?

I told Leschenhaut the night I met you

that you had a lot of lead in your pencil.

We ought to get you.

- Leschenhaut?

He's the team captain?

- You better know it.

But I run things in the States.

How long since you been there?

- Some time.

- You wouldn't know the place anymore.

Sex and smut.

Smut and sex.

And the magazines and the movies,

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

My own family doctor's
told me sex is exhaustive

and destructive.

It can damage your nervous
system and shorten life.

I tell you, we're going to stop it.

- Hey now, wait a minute, Jesse.

- We mean business.

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

9mm machine guns, easy to
handle, deadly accurate.

We've got rifle clubs and
minutemen on the ready.

We'll take the country back.

All right. You don't believe me?

You know what this is?

A list of commanders of action groups,

their names and addresses.

Half of them are in the States,

the rest are in Leschenhaut's territory.

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

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

I like my men with flat guts,

clear eyes, clean finger
nails, he's got 'em.

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

Now on his way to South America,

just a few steps ahead of the police.

- Damn! Let me give this some thought.

See if I can't come up with a way

of getting him back into the
country, by way of Mexico.

- We will work something
out, Mr. Davis and I.

You will come with me.

- You owe me 20 bucks.

If you're short on cash,

get me a two-year
subscription to "Playboy".

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

Well, actually, I see no reason

why you shouldn't have
the run of the house,

since escape from it is impossible.

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

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

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

Might even go to the police,

you'll find us there once more.

So if you wish to play games, Mr. Davis,

please join me for chess after dinner.

- Can you make it to my room?

- YES.

- You okay?

- I, I will be.

Is my face badly marked?

I'm afraid to look at it.

- Don't for a couple of days.

- He was wearing a ring, a heavy gold one.

I gave it to him on his 18th birthday.

- Why don't you lie down for a while?

- No. You have been very kind.

They are going to murder you, you know?

It has been planned that you and Anne

will be taken south by car tomorrow night.

There will be an accident on the road.

The two of you will be
found dead in the car

at the foot of the mountain.

- Why the lady?

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

- The doctor suspects she's
having an affair with you.

He has turned against her.

They're completely mad,
you know, all of them.

- Tell me.

I can help you,

but we must make a bargain.

- Like what?

- Edmond and I are going
to the village tonight.

We will be back at 9 o'clock.

You must be in the hallway by the door.

When we step out of the car,

I will leave the motor running.

You take it and you get away.

- Let's get down to the nitty gritty.

What do you want from me?

- You are going to kill Edmond.

- Lady, you play rough.

- There will be a gun under the car seat.

You will be close to him for a second.

That is all the time you will need.

- One small point before we
go cooking anybody's goose.

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

- I dare not tell you that.

- Well then, you'll spend you're
golden wedding anniversary

with lover boy, unless he
kicks the hell out of you

before you get there.

- The child is with his
grandmother at the Villa Frascati,

their home by the lake.

- They'll be watching
all the cars in the road.

I'll need a train ticket.

- It will be in the glove compartment.

- Okay, lady, you made
yourself a grisly little deal.

- I will wear black for one year,

and then dove Grey and then white,

as I did when I was a child.

I will take his gold cuff links

and his tie pins and his signet rings

and have them melted down for
candle stick for the church.

- What about the gold in his teeth?

Fire! Fire!

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

Come on!

' Wait!

" Let's go!

- The dark glasses
make you look more conspicuous

than you did without them.

What the devil is going on?

Ah, I beg you.

- Stop him!

Kill him!

It's the American!

- You can stop and let me out anytime now.

- Where I go, you go.

Gonna be a long haul, so hang loose.

I'll grow on you.

- I doubt it.

I'm missing something, Mr. Davis.

A small boy.

He started with you and never came back,

that doesn't exactly endear you to me.

- I'm still your best bet, honey.

Your in-laws were gonna
put our lights out.

A car wreck on a mountain road.

We were scheduled to make it for eternity.

Last night they drank to my health.

No wonder, they knew how frail it was.

- We're gonna find Paul.

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

- It's their summer
house, outside of Rome.

- First thing we gotta
do is dump this car.

See if there's a railroad ticket in there.

- There is. One to Villa Frascati.

And 20 francs.

- Four bucks? Can't get
off the ground with that.

What have you got?

- Passport, peppermint Life
Savers, false eyelashes.

- That's all?

No money, no cigarette
case, nothing to hock?

I thought you had 15 million.

- I don't carry it around with me.

We're gonna have to do
some cheese pairing.

If we buy a candy bar,
it's gonna get split

right down the middle.

And if there's only one bed,
I'm gonna be in half of it.

- If there's only one bed,
you can have all of it.

I'll be on the floor.

- Suit yourself.

Get on board, go to the compartment.

If the berth isn't made up,

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

And dimple up to the conductor

have him settle the customs
declaration first thing.

- Where will you be?

- Getting our dinner.

What's the compartment number?

- Compartment two, car eight.

- Good. See you there.

- What'|| you do for a ticket?

- Freeload.

Oh, and have that fender fixed,

and tell Bobby not to
beat his little sister.

Hey, monsieur!

- I'm almost glad to see you.

I was getting ready to panic.

- Save it. I'll tell you when.

- The conductor has my passport.

He's changing the money into lira.

He said we'll be in Rome
at three in the morning

and we change trains to
Villa Frascati at four.

He was very helpful so I let him pinch me.

- He would have anyway.

- Where are you gonna
be when he comes back?

- We're gonna go to bed together.

Sorry. Where else am I gonna hide?

- A|| right.

- I don't want to be nosy,

but, um, have you got
anything on under that?

- Certainly.

- Get down to whatever it is

and hang the rest in plain sight.

Come on.

- There isn't much room, is there?

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

- I trust not.

Can you, uh, open the door from there?

- YES.

- Okay, when the conductor comes back,

open it like that.

Take the money and the passport
without letting him in.

I went squirrel hunting
in Maine one summer

and slept in a sleeping bag

with a girl named Bobo Henderson.

I was 15, she was 14.

- Did you get any squirrels?

- Nope, I didn't get
Bobo Henderson either.

Just as I was about to,

her daddy happened by
and gave me the word.

He also gave me the
business end of a shovel.

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

- Hmm. Bad luck.

When did you finally bag your prey?

- I'm still working on it.

Washed your hair today, didn't you?

- YES.

- Smells good.

Makes my pulse whack a little.

You also have bony ankles.

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

- I also have a large mole

which you will not come upon.

- I'm sorry to hear it.

- You don't even like me, Mr. Davis.

- Not a hell of a lot.

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

- You take any man in the country

and jam him against a woman

wearing half an ounce
of lace underwear, lady-

- Why don't you like me?

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

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

Take the late Sidney Scott.

They drowned him in a bathtub
like they'd drown an animal,

then they threw his body in the Seine,

because he wanted to help me and Paul.

- What about your husband?

You didn't pull the
plug on him either, huh?

- I have your passport, Madame,

and I have changed your money into lira.

- Thank you.

- I am afraid that you will
have to sign your receipt

for the money.

- I'm in bed, as you can see.

- Oh, nonetheless.

- Very well.

You appear to be staring at me, Monsieur.

- Madame, for 30 years,

my wife has worn a green
flannel nightdress to bed,

a tent with a high neck and long sleeves

and many, many buttons.

Naturally I stare. Do you blame me?

- No, indeed.

Merci.

- You keep your cool, don't you?

- YES.

And I intend to see that you keep yours.

- Look out the window
and tell me what you see.

- I see a man eating a sandwich.

Oh, I wish I had one.

- What else?

- I see two men with
raincoats at the exit gate.

They're checking everyone
who goes through.

One of them is looking at a newspaper.

- I made the front page last night.

- Then they're the police.

How are we going to get through?

- What held you up?

- Well, I freshened up and
then I bought a lipstick.

- Lady, we only have four bucks!

- I bought a toothbrush too,

and a comb and some soap
and a razor for you.

Well, it just made me feel better.

- I have nothing of
any great value my son.

What are you looking for?

- Maybe a pistol, Padre.

- Oh, a man of God with a gun?

- A man of God with a manicure?

- Oh, there's a reason for
my hands being as they are.

I am Fra Pietra of Chioggia,

I am gardener of our monastery.

I was given the honour of
presenting some of these bulbs

to his Holiness in person.

When I arrived in Rome yesterday,

I noticed my nails were
a disgusting sight,

and so I did this extraordinary thing

for the first time in
my life, I assure you.

- Who are we gonna run into?

- Signora Braggi, the caretaker.

There shouldn't be anyone else.

- Wait a minute.

In case there is...

- Be careful, I want Paul
back just the way he was,

with nothing but a vaccination mark.

- That's the way I want him.

- Who's in the cottage?

- Only Mama.

- You know, ought to get this
kid to help with the housework

instead of working on her suntan all day.

What did I tell you
about going around naked?

- Ah.

- Take your hands off her!

- Where's my son?

- Signora De Villemont,
so it's you, is it?

- Where's my son?

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

- Where did they take him?

- I have no idea.

You better give your
memory a little jog, Mama.

This thing's got a big bite.

- You'll get nothing from me.

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

Sit down.

- What are you going to do?

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

- Sit down!

The only kind of torture I know about's

when the laundry shrinks my jockey shorts.

No, I'm just gonna kill some time.

Mess around a little bit.

What's your name honey?

- Daniela.

- I tell you what Daniela,

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

Do a little Indian wrestling.

Two falls out of three, huh pussy?

- Murderer!

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

- Where did they take the kid?

- Burn in hell!

- You're not scared?

- What can I do?

You have a gun.

Besides, I've had a long boring summer.

- Ay, you bastard! That hurt!

- Let her alone!

I'll tell you!

I'll tell you what you want to know!

- Now you stay in here
and keep your mouth shut.

- The child was taken back to Rome,

to the Villa Montecastallani,

an hour ago.

- No! That would be a mistake!

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

I am Pietro Rossi.

I regret that I'm not the gentle brother,

so benevolent, so simple.

So different from myself.

It's a role I enjoy playing.

Now I take your gun.

Very well, we'll just wait.

It won't be long.

- Your boyfriend didn't bring any

two-pound box of chocolates this trip.

- Why has he gone in the house?

- It's gonna be a nasty accident,

and he doesn't want any witnesses.

- What can we do?

- You think of something,

you've been in the sack with him.

- Yes, I have.

- Well, you should have
tried harder, honey.

We might've made it to Medicare.

- Let's not face each other with guns.

I've had my man put his away.

Don't you think the time has come

when we must come to an understanding?

Can we talk?

How tired you look, Anne.

All this running in circles, so pointless.

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

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

What is it to be now?

A drowning in the lake?

- My dear, if you persist
in these delusions

you will most certainly
end up in the madhouse.

- Well, I've been living in one with you.

Mr. Davis, may I present
my husband of 10 years.

General Sebastien Henri René de Villemont,

six times decorated, three times wounded,

a Chevalier of France,

a butcher in blood up to his armpits

for the sake of the new order.

A father who turned over his own son

to a bunch of fascist
bastards to save his own hide!

Oh, he's a hero-and-a-half,
my General de Villemont!

- Yes, if I die, Paul will die.

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

If I hadn't agreed to
this terrible arrangement,

you, Madame, would have gladly sent me

to the guillotine as a traitor long ago.

You would have betrayed the one movement

capable of making this world

a fit place for my son to live in!

You have some papers
belonging to me, Mr. Davis.

- Is that right?

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

- You know exactly what I mean.

You stole a list of names

from a rather stupid countryman of yours.

- Oh yeah. Those papers.

- I want them!

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

- The marriage ended for me in Algeria

when he planned his own death.

He went underground to
collect his army of crackpots

and he picked a boy of 25 to die

just, just because he looked like him

and plastic surgery did the rest.

- Don't you want another shot of this?

- No, no, Paul's only an hour ahead of us.

I don't want to lose time.

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

- Oh, his sister keeps a
car in the Auto Maresso,

but she uses it only for
weddings and funerals, I...

- I'm not in the market for
either one, but let's grab it.

Don't worry. He'll be alright.

Hungry?

- No, we'll need whatever
money we have to buy gas.

- It's funny you should bring that up.

That's all we got left.

It adds up to 1 American cent.

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

Come on. We've got a long walk.

- Then what?

- We attack by night.

- I don't think we should do it.

- We need gas, don't we?

- But this money goes to charity.

- It's gravy for the guys

who clean the fountain!

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

Wade in.

- How much have we got?

- This only gives us driving around money.

Half of what I'm getting are bottle caps.

- Oh, how can people be so damn dishonest?

- We got company.

- Where?
- Ah, no, don't turn around!

You're about to be kissed.

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

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

- Hey, Marcello, Sofia!

- Well, good evening, officer.

- There aren't enough park benches?

There aren't enough hotel rooms?

What are you doing in there?

- Well uh, we just come
over from Philadelphia.

We're Americans.

- Welcome. How would
you like to go to jail?

- Oh, well now, I can explain this.

Now of course, it might
sound a little funny to you.

- If it's funny I laugh,

otherwise you pay a very large fine.

- Well, my wife Mildred here

got a hold of one of those
sex books written by a doctor.

It says anything two people
want to try out is all right,

as long as both partners enjoy it.

- You're enjoying this?

- Well, officer,

but once Mildred gets
a bee in her bonnet...

- I have 11 children, Signora,

All of them conceived
in the same double bed

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

Mm! No embellishments were necessary.

Get out of the fountain!

- Grazi.
- Prego.

- Well, you got to give them this,

they like their houses roomy.

No, we'll drive round the
block a couple of times.

We need an outside man.

- Mr. Davis, how nice.

We were expecting you.

- I get the feeling the former occupants

were more inclined to meditate.

- Quite right, Mr. Davis.

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

That was a room for contemplation,

and now it's our communications centre.

You will see Mr. Davis.
- Yeah?

- We also have a mission.

- Oh yeah? Well, where's
the fat man, at his prayers?

- Well, hardly.

- He better be.

- I had hoped to see the last of you,

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

Run out, clear boy, and
fetch us some champagne.

Would you care for some fruit?

These, eh, black grapes
come from my garden.

They're quite harmless.

- Where would I spit the pits?

- I have very little else
to offer you I'm afraid.

We strive for the ascetic
life here, you know?

Simple food, simple pleasures.

- Sounds simple-minded.

- A bit simple-minded of
you, Mr. Davis, wasn't it?

To come here?

You'll never leave, you know.

- Oh, I'll leave chum.

I got something tucked
away you're real hot for.

- Now, what could that be?

- The list.

- Hmm, yes, that is one the thing

that leaves me rather vulnerable.

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

- Mama, I take it, has the valuables?

- Mm-hmm.

- And the price?

- Cheap.

You hand over the boy.

- I'm not a graceful loser.

Childish, isn't it?

- Well, suck your
thumb if you'll feel better.

- The boy isn't far away.

We could finish our business
here in half an hour.

- Uh-uh, not here.

I want elbow room, lots of it.

- Oh. What about the Colosseum?

What could be roomier?

Shall we say at dawn?

You do want the boy?

- Meet you in the royal box.

Ah, ah, ah.

- I must say Mr. Davis,

this precaution shows a
deplorable lack of trust.

- Well, I wouldn't want
to hurt your feelings,

but let's face it, you are a
sneaky, murderous, old bastard.

- Hmm, yes.

- I assume you'll be relying
on my skills in the morning.

- Your skills?

Oh no, I have more exotic
plans for the Colosseum.

- I insist on being there.

- You are a saucy boy.

- Remember, I witnessed the murder.

- Who's murder?
- Mr. Davis' friend.

I know it was you who was behind the door,

I know it was you who did it.

My testimony could clear the American.

- And this is how you repay
your indulgent, old protector?

Is there perhaps some pretty
little trinket from Cartier's

I've neglected to buy you?

- I think I'm entitled to due respect

now that I'm basic to your survival.

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

Besides, what has Mr.
Davis to fear from the law?

Before the sun has cleared
the Roman rooftops,

he'll be dead.

- Well, when in Rome, live it up.

Mosey around the lobby for half an hour.

If you don't hear from me
by then, call your embassy.

- I'd rather not think about that.

Or am I getting in over my head?

- What's given is given lady.

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

- I play all sorts of games, Mr. Davis.

- So, Leschenhaut pulled a switch, huh?

- No, this satisfies a personal need.

- Paul!

- Where are my documents?

So is he.

- I don't see him.

Paul.

- He's going to kill you.

I've told him to kill you.

He must do it.

Yes, he knows he must kill you.

I've told him how you murdered his doctor.

I've told him of the blood congealed

around those dreadful wounds.

He knows what he must do.

He knows what his honour
and his pride demand.

What his great name demands.

He is determined to kill you.

He must.

He will.

Now.

At this moment.

- French police?

- Not precisely.

Le Service de Contre-Espionage.

As you may have surmised we've been

interested in this matter for some time.

- I haven't surmised a damn thing.

- In any case, we picked up the others

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

- Where is she?

- In my car, outside.