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THE EDELWEISS INN

- Borcher here. Did you read about that failed suicide in the paper?

- Yes,sir. But does a playwright interest us?

- His last play was very successful.

- Then I'll get right on it,

and I'll call you back, Mr. Borcher.

Excuse me.

Do you think Mr. Monnier...? - Yes, I think so.

- Would you tell him I'm here.

I'm sorry.

- Please come in.

- Mr. Thanatos?

- A nickname for death? - No, sir.

For peace.

So, your attempt failed.

Congratulations!

Do do you realize that you could have been crippled?

Could have gone blind?

Destroyed your brain?

- Oh please, I've just eaten.

- Or remained paralyzed?

My dear friend, suicide is not an art form for amateurs.

No, don't call.

Be patient and listen to me.

I'm sure you think I'm crazy.

- I never doubted it.

- I've come to help you. - To help me?

- To help me do what? - To die.

You've seen that it can be hard to pull off.

- Really!

And how would you help me die?

- By curing you of this terminal illness callled life.

I don't see any other way, do you?

If you're going to do something foolish, you have to succeed.

If you don't, it really is foolish.

Believe me, in these delicate matters, it's much better to seek the help of a specialist.

Of a profesional. - Yes.

- Always. - In this case, that would be you.

- It's for your own good, my dear friend.

I represent the Edelweiss Inn.

- I don't know it.

- Yes, well, those who knew it are no longer around to publicizze it!

It's really a shame.

Just go visit it and you'll become aware...

or rather, to put it another way, you won't be aware of anything.

All your worries will be over, you don't have to think at all.

When you're there, you'll have peace, quiet and eternal rest.

You'll simply disappear,

like a balloon when a kid lets go of the string.

- And where is this gateway to eternity?

- Where does the edelweiss grow?

- On a mountain. - Well done, Mr. Monnier.

- On a mountain high enough to pierce the sky which is waiting to welcome you.

- Yes, right! I see,

but would you mind telling all this to another patient?

It's time for my siesta, if you don't mind.

- Yes, but you see, the other patients want to get well.

But you...

- But I...?

- But you want to die.

- It would have to be in a very pleasant way.

- That's the perfect reason for coming to visit us.

Your stay will be very pleasant the location is wonderful.

And the departures are barely noticeable.

- Seriously, does such a place exist? - Does such a place exist!

- I'd be curious to see it.

- It's very easy.

You just have to sign this.

- What is it? - A contract.

- A contract?

- Where do you think I'd find this much money?

- Mr. Monnier, we're very well informed.

Normally our rates are much higher,

but we like to be generous

and give discounts to artists.

- You're giving it away!

- Yes we are, considering what you're getting in exchange.

But, perhaps you're wealthy?

- You would know.

- We're not wrong about the amount of money you have,

But we could have overestimated your courage.

Obviously if you're scared...

we won't talk about it any more.

- Wait a moment.

Show me that piece of paper again.

- Here you are.

- There!

It had better be a good trip at that price.

- Believe me, Mr. Monnier, you'll get your money's worth.

Could you add "Read and Approved" above your signature?

- "Read and aproved".

- There's two "p"'s in approved.

- Right. Sorry.

- You wouldn't want to end your career with a spelling mistake?

You, such an educated man.

- Thank you.

- See you soon.

- No, I won't "see you soon". This is goodbye for ever.

- I think you're expecting me, I'm Jean Monnier.

- Yes, that's right.

- With so much snow, it was hard to see you.

- The suitcase.

- You're taking me to the ends of the earth! - The very end.

- Do you work at the inn? - Yes.

- What do you do there? - A lot of things.

- Is he a guest? - No.

- A pleasure to see you, Mr. Monnier. Borcher, Director of the Edelweiss.

- I'd think you ran a shooting gallery! - It helps to kill time.

- Did you have a good trip? - Excellent. Thank you.

- Any repercussions from your accident? - None at all.

I'm the most resistant playwright in recent years.

- And the fresh air will do me good. - That's for sure.

Let's go.

- Very comfortable, isn't it? - Incredible.

- Shall I take you to your room?

Here's your new home.

It's a modest room, but the view makes up for it.

Look.

- Indeed.

For someone here on holiday, the view is unbelievable.

- Mr. Monnier. - Yes.

- Now we're on our own, let's get the question of payment out the way.

- You certainly don't waste any time! You want me to pay my bill on arrival!

- It would be difficult to have you pay when you leave.

-Will you pay by cheque or in cash?

- By cheque, it's less painful.

- Whose name shall I put?

- Make it out to "the bearer".

- The bearer.

- Do you remember the amount?

- It's much too big for me to forget it!

Service charges included, I hope? - That's right.

- And the shroud, too? - It's a total package, Mr. Monnier.

- And when will it all be delivered, Director?

- Don't worry about it.

- I'd like to know how you're going to make me disappear.

- Mr. Monnier, a chef never gives his recipes to a client.

- That's true!

- I'll let you get settled in.

Dinner is at 8 o'clock.

- Tell me. - Yes.

- May I ask you something?

Do you always carry your gun when you collect your payments?

- Is there soup tonight?

- No.

- That's good.

Fewer dishes to wash.

- Did you set a place for the new guy? - I did.

- Is he good-looking? - Depends what you like.

- Why did he come here? Problems with his love life?

- I'd be surprised.

- Why is that?

- He's not the type of man that women treat badly.

Quite the opposite.

- Excuse me.

I studied music for 4 years, but not the tom-tom.

Would you be kind enough to teach me?

- It's time to eat.

- I'm incredibly hungry.

- Mr. Monnier.

We were waiting for you.

Come and let me introduce you.

Mr. Jean Monnier, our new guest.

General von Funck, of the German army.

- - I've heard a lot about your soldiers.

Miss Orsay.

- Good evening.

- Well that's nice. Our new guest is very good looking.

-Thank you on behalf of the rest of us.

- Jeremy Rinchet.

- Delighted. - The painter.

- Abtract or representational?

- I paint what I see.

- Unfortunately, he's a little short-sighted!

- Quite sexy isn't she!

But your face seems familiar.

- Miss Orsay used to perform ... - In French classical...?

- No, in the Folies Bergères.

- Right, I thought so.

I didn't recognize you with your clothes on.

- Is that right? - Yes.

If I remember rightly, the last time I saw you,

you were wearing a feather.

- That's right.

- Quite lovely. But a little large in my opinion.

- You're exaggerating!

- Miss Sandra Ashville,

the novelist. - Hello.

A colleague.

I hope I'll get to read something of yours, Miss...

- Ashville.

- I love American novels.

- My books haven't been translated.

- In that case, I'll learn English.

- He's adorable!

- Mr. Dragoni, from la Scala.

- Would you be a singer by any chance, Mr. Dragoni?

- I'm a tenor, thank you.

- Mrs Rakesy hasn't come down yet?

- The more beautiful a woman, the longer she takes to dress.

- Here she comes.

- Mrs. Rakesy, Mr. Jean Monnier.

Mr. Monnier.

I should warn you. - Yes.

- Here at the inn, we have a rule.

You must never ask anyone why they are here.

Everyone has their buried secrets. - Of course.

But personally I hate all these buried secrets.

Makes me think of a cemetery.

- Rosine.

- Please serve dinner.

-The first night I did the same as you you.

I threw away my cigarette so I could breathe better.

- Have you been here long?

- I'm not sure any more.

- How can you not know?

- Once you've decided to disappear, you start by losing your memory.

- To disappear? - You seem surprised.

- Seeing you so young and beautiful,

it seems impossible to me ...

- That I should want to die?

- To die? No.

No, but it seems impossible to me that you live here,

among these strange people,

in this strange place.

- Yes, everything does seem strange here.

Sometimes,I just can't take anymore.

I want to scream.

- So why do you stay? - Why do I stay?

I imagine you're joking?

- So, tell me,

why don't we talk more about the Edelweiss Inn?

And its guests.

- I can't talk. Not here, in any case.

- What's the matter? - I'm scared.

- Beautiful evening,isn't it? - Wonderful.

- I've never seen the stars so bright.

- And you'd like to touch them.

-So, the sharpshooter is also a music lover!

What's happening?

Would you please tell me?

- It's your turn, Rinchet.

- What?

It's my turn?

- To play.

- Oh sorry!

- He doesn't know yet.

- I'm sorry. What don't I know?

- About the procedure.

- I haven't found out anything.

I'm a bit slow on the uptake.

- Borcher usually plays that piece,

when one of the guests is about to leave.

- To leave...

to go where? - To the other world.

- That's why we're here. - No way!

That piece is called " Canto de Partida".

Don't laugh.

Let's see, are you pulling my leg?

- No.

- Checkmate.

- Well done , General, at least you can win at chess.

- Who wrote that? - I did.

- What's it called? - "The Promise".

Pretty, isn't it? - Exquisite.

Tell me, do you get many royalties from that?

- I can't complain.

- That music seems to have depressed you.

Are you allergic to funeral marches?

- Tomorrow there'll only be 6 guests here.

Or there will still be 6 of you here.

- Oh, because it goes by order of arrival?

- That would be too easy.

- Nadia, you're not going to tell me Borcher kills his guests.

- That's why they came here.

- Come on!

- But I don't want to die anymore.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to.

Help me, I beg you.

- Come on.

Don't cry, you'll make your mascara run.

- I'm scared. - No.

You're much too beautiful to have someone hurt you.

Life is really good for you.

No one is going to take it from you when you have a mouth like that!

A mouth that tastes of peaches.

Hasn't anyone ever told you! Didn't you know?

No?

I'm going to make use of it right away.

Sleep well.

Everything will be all right, you'll see.

If you have a nightmare, call "Jean" and I'll come running.

Because I had something to tell you too.

My name is Jean.

See you tomorrow.

- I hope so.

- I promise you.

- Come in.

- Yes? - I'd like to ask you a question.

When I go to bed, should I try to dream or will I have nightmares?

- Oh come on!

- Exactly what game are we playing here?

- We don't play anything, except chess.

We take action, Mr. Monnier.

- What strange pyjamas, General.

- It's my shroud. - What a way to put it!

- I put my uniform on,

because soldiers like to die as soldiers.

- So, you think that Borcher was playing for you this evening?

- "Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee".

Everyone here thinks he played for them this evening.

- Everone except me.

- Perhaps you're wrong.

- You'll end up making me think I've come to a dangerous place.

- Mr. Monnier,

what exactly did you come here to do?

- Escape.

- If you want to escape, this is the ideal place for it.

- I'm beginning to believe you.

Tell me, although it's forbidden in the rules,

what brought you here?

- The war. - The war?

- There's no place in the world for defeated generals.

They threw me in prison in'45.

They accused me of losing the war.

For 13 years I waited for my freedom, so I could die.

- You were very patient.

- One can always be patient if the ends are worth it.

- I'll leave you to get ready.

Enjoy your death throes, general.

It's not cool to be scared at your age!

- What's the matter? - It's Nadia.

- Are you ready? - Yes, I'll be right there.

- You scared me.

- Any little thing will make your heart beat faster.

I knew that right away.

So, you who were so scared by the shadows of the night,

what do you have to say about this beautiful sun?

- We're at the end of the world.

- But you know you're alive, wonderfully alive.

- Yes, but for how long? - Oh, come on!

Let me see.

Your life line is more like the Champs Elysées.

I love walking up the champs Elysées.

- Me too.

Well, I used to.

When it was sunny and the cars gleamed like gold.

- Let me give you that.

From Place de la Concorde to Place de l'Étoile, it's all yours.

- Good morning.

You're already up?

I hope you slept well? - Very well, thank you.

- Mr. Monnier, how was your first night?

- A dream!

Have you just come back from hunting?

- From hunting, yes. - Catch anything?

Or rather - anyone? - You're reminding me.

Rosine.

There'll be one less place setting today.

- Very well, sir.

- Oh my God!

- Don't you realize that Borcher is joking?

I love clowns, especially when they're not in costume.

- Good morning.

How are you two this morning?

- Good.

- Anything new? - Nothing.

On the contrary.

- Do we know who it was?

- Not yet.

- The last one to go was the former Prefect.

I thought that last night it would be be a woman's turn.

Just an idea.

- Rosine.

Rosine!

Rosine. - Yes, madam.

- There's cold water coming out the hot tap.

Hello.

It seems incredible such a thing would happen.

- It would be more surprising, if it didn't.

- I'll tell Bougron, who's out at the moment.

He'll fix it as soon as he comes back.

- That's great.

I'll be right back.

Oh, who died today?

- We just don't know.

- Don't forget to tell me.

Hello, General.

- Well then,

was it the painter? The singer?

- I'll go and see.

- That young man doesn't yet seem to realize where he is.

- Mr. Monnier!

-Oh, I'm sorry!

Excuse me, which is the tenor's room?

- It was this one, but I've just come to clean it out.

- I don't believe it. - Well, it's true.

- We don't amount to much, do we? - That's right!

- How did it happen? - Mr. Monnier.

- Oh right, the house rules!

- A bus accident, perhaps?

They're very dangerous up here in the mountains.

You can't hear them coming in the snow, and then - boom!

- So who was it?

- Rigoletto has vanished with his high C.

- And Rinchet? - Took rum-soaked sleeping pills.

- Well done.

- Why have you painted the sky black?

- It's obvious.

Because it is.

Right, of course you see it differently - blue!

By the way, did you hear the news?

- What news?

- Borcher.

He was playing the piano while you weren't there.

- While we weren't there!

- I'll finish my painting, just in case.

There's nothing worse than an unfinished painting.

Art Museums are full of them.

In fact, that's why they're such sad places

-Well,

all that gunfire keeps the crows awake.

- Come on.

- Playing on your own, General?

- I'm not playing.

I'm practising on my moves.

- You're incorrigible.

I had a friend, a captain, he practised his moves all the time.

I could never find the salt cellar on the table.

But it was worse in bed.

I expected him to whistle a military march while we were making love.

- Good evening. - Hello.

- Goodness me, it's cold.

- It would be good to wear a shroud. - Don't say such things.

- How was your walk? - Excellent, I'm exhausted.

- You'll sleep well tonight.

Miss Ashville isn't with you? She went to look for you.

- Yes, we saw her.

But she didn't seem to appreciate our copmpany.

- It's cooling down. - You noticed?

- It's bitterly cold. - So, Mr. Monnier.

- How was your day? - Wonderful, my dear director.

- Pleased to hear it.

Well, Rinchet, you're getting better.

Well done.

- You think so? - Yes.

I'm starting to see what it is.

- It's finished!

- May I?

- Well done. - No, General.

It's always easier to solve problems when you see them from above.

Rosine.

Rosine. - Yes, sir.

- We'll be six for dinner tonight. - Very good.

- Miss Ashville has left us.

- Bring some more bottles, Bougron.

We have to celebrate Miss Ashville's departure.

- You're going to get us drunk, Mr. Funck.

- Good idea!

- Life is only bearable when you can see double.

Don't you think so, Mr. Monnier? - I don't agree.

Imagine what a fix I'd be in if you had a twin sister.

- My dear friends,

a toast to you good health.

- Thank you.

It's reassuring to hear you say that.

- Here are the re-inforcements.

Come on, General, you can take care of this.

- I...

raise a toast...

a toast to...

a toast to love.

- Yes, to love!

- Do you know what love is, General?

- Yes.

It was my first battle and my first defeat.

I toast your victory, dear Mr. Monnier.

Come on Borcher, aren't you going to toast Mr. Monnier's victory?

- Oh, you could have hurt yourself!

But it's true that crystal brings good luck.

- What shall we do?

I really want to have some fun.

And you'd like to have a good time too, wouldn't you?

Mr. Borcher, could you play a little music?

- Nothing easier, my dear.

-See, Mr.Borcher is going to play a little music for us.

- Yes, play something that sounds like champagne bubbles.

- That sparkles. - Well done.

And we'll dance with each other, shall we?

You and me. - Yes, I'll dance with you.

- I'd like that, come on.

I like to have fun.

- Let's have our hearts move to the rythm of this dance.

I read that in a book by one of Miss Ashville's colleagues.

- Don't let's talk about her, Jean. - You're right, let's talk about us.

- I feel good. - No more than that?

- I meant to say happy.

- Ah, that's better.

- I don't want to think about anything.

Who cares about tomorrow? - Don't worry.

Tomorrow is a friend of mine, I'll take care of it.

-Well, for someone who never drinks...

- I make an exception for champagne.

We Germans like it a lot. - I know.

Every time you come to France you go through Rheims.

- How do you find this one? - Excellent.

The last time I drank champagne was 15 years ago,

during our retreat from Russia.

I drank it while eating a tin of shoe polish.

- Here, try this instead, I think you'll like it better.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- What a colour!

How I would like to paint with champagne.

The transparency.

The foam.

The bubbles.

It brings good luck.

It brings good luck.

It brings good luck.

Why doesn't it work for me?

Why aren't I happy?

Why aren't I like all the others?

Why?

Why have I never been happy?

- Add it to my bill.

- Don't you like the music, Mr Monnier?

- As a signature tune, it's fine.

I'm not saying it's a bad choice, but I prefer hearing your shots.

- Jean.

- Nadia.

- I'd like to thank you for what you just said.

- I couldn't help myself.

- I couldn't help myself then either.

- Nadia, my love.

- Did you hear that?

- Yes.

I'll go and see.

Is he dead?

- No, just dead drunk.

- But that doesn't change his weight.

- It's nothing.

The painter is drunk.

- You seem really upset.

- Yes, it's all too much, I can't take it anymore.

Did you hear me? I can't take it anymore.

What's going to happen to us?

-To start with, my darling, you're going to spend the night here.

- Here? - Don't tell me you're scared of me?

- No, darling.

- And tomorrow,

we'll pack our bags and leave, whether Borcher likes it or not.

- But I told you that...

- Stop worrying, Nadia.

If you'll hire me as your guardian angel,

I promise I'll give you a great deal.

- I'll hire you.

- I'll take you under my wing, my love.

- Did Rinchet...?

- Yes, madam.

- I'd like to speak to Borcher. - He's in his office.

- Excuse me.

- Ah, Mr. Monnier, did you sleep well?

- Actually yes, very well.

- You wanted to speak to me? - Yes.

It's about our contract.

- There's nothing to say about it, it's signed.

- But that's just it, I'd like you to cancel it.

- That's a lot to ask.

- Yes, but I've changed my mind.

These mountains are giving me vertigo.

- Are you serious? - Totally.

And Mrs. Rakesy thinks like I do.

So I'd like to request the same for her.

- That will let you stay together and save time.

- Are you refusing?

- I'm sorry but no other client has ever left.

- Listen,

don't you know that the exception proves the rule?

- Yes, but it doesn't work like that here.

- Well, I'm warning you we'll both be leaving tomorrow after breakfast.

I've had enough of you and these crazy people.

- It would be a mistake to make me lose my temper, Mr.Monnier.

- Well, I'm about to lose mine, Mr. Borcher.

- You don't say! - Yes.

And I'll tell you something. I never wanted to kill myself!

- But you threw yourself under a car!

- I was hopelessly drunk.

When the car appeared, I was admiring some woman's derrière.

- And when my representative came to see you?

- I thought it was a practical joke. - Oh, really?

- I love practical jokes.

- Well, I'm delighted to offer you the best and final one you'll ever have.

Any more questions? - Yes.

Has anyone ever punched you in the face?

- They've tried. - Good people!

- Yes, they were.

- Well?

- We're dealing with a comedian.

A pig-headed comedian.

General.

- Good morning.

- Not hungry this morning?

- Did you hear about Rinchet? - Well, now he's happy.

It's what he wanted, isn't it?

Ah, Borcher,

has the worthy Mr. Rinchet left us?

- That's right.

His paintings will be worth more now.

- Is Miss Orsay sick?

- Rosine didn't tell you?

- What?

- She left too? - You seem surprised.

- You should have noticed that the little tune,

that so irritates Mr. Monnier was played twice last night.

On a record and on the piano, we have to keep innovating.

- Two in one night!

Bougron must not know where to dig any more.

- We want to take a couple of month's holiday.

We've had such a busy year.

- I see.

- Please excuse me, I have some business to attend to.

- It seems to me,

that we don't have long to wait.

- Because you've been waiting a long time, haven't you?

- I was the first to arrive.

- And with your impressive uniform you'll bring things to a close.

- Rosine.

Rosine.

If Borcher is looking for me to kill me,

I'll be in my room.

- Very good, General.

- Come on!

- We're leaving? - Yes.

- Jean, come back!

Be careful!

- They chose their location very well. - I told you.

- There's just the ski-lift,

but it's kept locked.

He's thought of everything.

- Yes, everything, except my pigheadness.

I've always liked locks.

It goes back to my high school days, you'll see.

- Come in.

- Sorry to disturb you. - On the contrary, it's a pleasure.

But I only have one armchair on offer.

Madam.

- Explain to the General,Jean.

- This might surprise you, General.

- Very few things still surprise me Mr. Monnier.

- Mrs. Rakesy and I no longer want to die.

- And you really think that surprises me?

- Well, you see, we really want to get away from here.

- It's no good telling me that.

Go talk to Borcher. - I did that this morning.

- And he refused? - Yes.

- Well he would have.

- But we have a right to go on living.

- In the kind of business that Borcher is running,

it's just not possible to let a client leave here alive.

- Then we'll escape.

- That will be difficult.

- It'd be possible with your help, General.

We'll put Borcher and Bougron out of action,

and get the key to the ski-lift.

- No.

- What?

- Go ahead with your plan, Mr. Monnier but without me.

- So you really want to "disappear"?

- That's a decision that was taken a long time ago, madam.

I don't think about it anymore.

- Have you never been afraid, General?

Never?

Admit it.

- I do admit it.

But many people were afraid because of me,

and I need to pay this last hommage to them.

- But you could at least help us.

- I'm sorry.

- You realize that by refusing you become our accomplice?

- I'd be an accomplice if it was a criminal action.

But honoring a contract isn't illegal. - Don't call it a contract!

- But it clearly is one.

It might even be the most interesting contract I ever signed.

- Please. - No, Nadia.

- We have to understand that a General doesn't help

or save anyone.

- That's right.

That's my problem.

- I have to say, General,

you weren't born under a lucky star.

Tell me, general,

do you have any idea how Borcher goes about...?

- I have an inkling.

- The rifle?

- Not always.

- Well then?

- What is it?

- Holes.

- Holes?

-For gas.

The wall light is actually how the gas gets in.

- Gas?

- Yes.

- You inhale your death. It's very subtle.

That's why there's no point in barricading yourself in,

gas couldn't care less about locked doors.

- Come on, Nadia.

General.

Thanks for the tip.

What are you doing with that?

- Well, General Funck wanted

to be buried in his dress uniform.

- Bougron.

- Yes?

How come the General wasn't wearing his uniform when he died?

- He didn't wear it in the bathroom.

- Come here a moment.

- What for? - I'd like to talk to you.

- What do you want?

- What's happening?

- Well darling, we're the only two guests left in this hotel.

Business is falling off.

- What's that?

- I'm offering you this gold watch for a little piece of metal.

- I don't understand.

- I want the key to the ski-lift.

- You won't do it?

- I don't have it.

Borcher always has it on him.

And even if I had it,

I wouldn't give it to you for something that will come to me anyway.

It's very nice.

I had already noticed it on your wrist.

- Nadia.

Nadia, don't give up.

- The door has slammed shut on us , we'll never be able to open it.

- You don't know me very well.

I'd set fire to the place before I'd let him...,

They won't kill us.

The General was making fun of us,

there's no gas up this high.

-You can get it in canisters, don't forget,Jean,

Let's hope they're empty.

-What can we do?

- Nadia, I specialize in impossible situations...

- Anyway, we're safe until tomorrow, Jean.

- We already had a victim tonight and he only played the music once.

No, it's too much!

- Come in.

What are you waiting for?

Go ahead, you bunch of scoundrels!

So here we are!

And now I want to know something. - What?

- Was it all a dream?

No, well I'll keep going then.

What a trip to hell that was!

Imagine Borcher's face.

Come on.

Well, this used to be my house.

Now it's ours.

The kitchen's over there,

the bedroom, the bathroom.

And my love is right here.

Do you like it?

-Yes, I like it!

- You won't have too much trouble being happy with me?

- No, Jean.

- I'm going to leave you, I have some important things to do.

Get settled in, darling.

Let's see...

Doctor, hospital, fire department,

Police, police...

Police, is 17.

- What are you doing?

- It's funny!

I was born on the 17th and 17 is the number for the police.

- Why do you want the police?

- What do you mean why?

Surely, you don't want me to let Borcher keep his murderous business?

- Don't say anything, Jean.

Not yet, not now.

- What's the matter with you?

- If you love me, don't call the police.

- You're crazy! - I beg you!

Later perhaps, but not now.

- What's going on, Nadia?

You don't want to talk?

- I can't.

- Why?

- Jean.

I never told you what made me go up there.

- That's right.

-I'll tell you everything in a little while.

But please don't do anything, it will come back on me.

- You don't feel you can tell me? - No.

- So, you don't trust me?

- Jean.

I love you, Jean.

Isn't that enough for the moment?

Can't you see that first of all I need to learn to live again?

- You're right, darling, let's start your education right now.

First lesson, love, that's very important.

Part 1, the kiss, let's see how you kiss.

Not bad at all.

a little practice and it will be perfect.

Part 2, come with me, my sweet, in here.

- Jean, I feel as though day is dawning for the first time.

What are you doing?

- Balancing my accounts, darling.

Know how much we have left? - No.

- 420 francs and two buttons.

one of them, mother-of-pearl.

That monster Borcher took all the money I had.

- What will you do? - I'll try and earn some more.

In the meantime, I'll have to find someone to help me out.

That's what friends are for.

You'll see, there's not many of them but they're true friends.

Wait.

Let's see.

Armelot is really stingy, not worth asking.

Berthon is broke.

Deligny is maintaining a dancer.

Fauchois yes, why not?

It's the beginning of the month, so we have a chance!

Right.

Nadia, my angel,

let's start on your second life lesson.

Part 1, while I'm getting dressed...

or rather, while you're getting dressed, I'll hit up my friend.

Part 2, I'm taking you to lunch at Lasserre.

Part 3, I...

Why are you protesting? No, no.

- Monnier, what floor? - He just left.

- What floor? - Fourth, but...

- Mr. Monnier!

Mr. Monnier!

You don't need to hurry, she's gone.

- Nadia!

Nadia!

Nadia.

Mrs. Trinquet.

Did you see her leave? - As clear as I see you.

Pretty girl, isn't she! You've always had good taste.

- She didn't say anything to you? - Nothing, not even "hello".

But perhaps she couldn't because of the guy she was with.

Was it her husband?

- She was with someone? - Yes, a really strange guy.

Dark-haired, with eyes like a wolf.

Hello, police.

Hello

Police here, hello.

Hello!

Hello!

- Well look at this!

I have to think that this place isn't so bad.

You've come back.

- Yes.

But I have something with me.

Where is Nadia?

What have you done with her? - Nadia?

Nothing special.

See for yourself.

- Jean.

Jean, you came back.

- You see what love is, Nadia?

Mr. Monnier didn't hesitate to risk his life to come and find you.

Between us,

I had a lot of trouble convincing her to come back didn't I, Nadia?

- Listen, Jean.

- Hey, I'll do all the hitting here-

- Jean.

Please forgive me.

You have to understand.

- No, it's fine, I get it.

It's not a bad idea of yours, to trick potential suicides.

You make these rich neurotics think

that you'll send them over to the other side.

Taking all their money.

Then, when they're here, you frighten them into leaving.

And here is madam

to help them on their way,

so that everything turns out well.

Is that right, Nadia?

- And that's how we give them the desire to live again, Mr. Monnier.

We're real philanthropists.

- Don't make me laugh, General.

- Philanthropists, yes.

I'm telling you, the next time I'll be the last to go.

It's bitterly cold up in the attic.

- So this was a put-up job.

Now I really do want to kill myself!

I'm not like the other clients, am I?

- You shouldn't have come back.

Nobody ever comes back.

- Even when their women leave them?

Not even then.

- And I find that really sad. - Shut up!

- I've had enough of this farce.

- Listen, I... - You.

A painter with no talent.

A novelist with no style, a tenor with no voice.

A fake dancer, a General who's a lead soldier.

And a part-time seductress.

Well done, Borcher.

You made the right moves.

I really got my money's worth.

- Jean.

Jean!

Don't leave me.

Jean, I want to leave with you.

I don't want us to break up. Take me with you.

But...

you're not going to let him leave.

Tell him!

Tell him that I was a client too.

I want him to know!

He must know that I was your victim before becoming your accomplice.

Yes, I wanted to die.

Your set-ups didn't even scare me.

That's why you had to tell me the truth.

But it's over! You can't keep me here.

This lifestyle is hateful to me.

Jean has given me the desire to live again.

Do you understand? Jean and nobody else.

Because I love him.

I love him. Do you understand? - Yes.

I understand.

- Thank you.

- Borcher.

But...

We have to do something.

Don't you understand, he's going to kill them?

- Borcher, no! Don't do it.

We've never killed anyone.

- Nadia knows too much. - They won't talk.

- What do you know? - Don't you see he loves her?

He won't say anything because of her.

- Idiots.

- And I let myself be taken in. - Jean.

I've woken up from a nightmare.

- You're not angry with me for waking you up?

- Quite the opposite.

And yet I have the impression that I'm still dreaming.

- Me too, Nadia.

Me too.

And if it lasts 'til we get to the bottom

those swindlers will have served a purpose.

English subs: Nocturne