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Have a look, but don't get run over.

Evening, Mr. Hire

And don't come back with any 'fleas'

That's all we needed... A carnival!

One loin chop...thick, rare and bloody.

One chop and you're through shopping.

Now if you had eight children- and a sick wife!

What is it called?

Lymphatic organs!

Does it mean anything to you? Oh, I forgot you're single.

Yesterday, the "prime" cut you sold me didn't have enough blood.

This carnival! Now the customers will stuff themselves with sweets.

There ought to be a law against it!

Did you say 6 francs 25?

Always a kind word!

Where's the police station? There's a dead body in the lot!

A woman.

A camembert...ripe and a little soft.

There's a dead body in the lot!

Jerome, go and you'll tell me all about it!

Of all things...in our neighborhood!

There doesn't seem to be any morality left!

I wonder if the Brie cheese isn't riper.

Look at them all running!

Since time immemorial, carrion has attracted flies.

Keep back! There are footprints the police will want to check.

All we can do is to break the news gently to the family.

It wouldn't hurt if the men removed their hats.

It's a woman.

It's Mademoiselle Noblet!

I hope the police will investigate with vigor and diligence.

I kept them at a distance.

Very good. Let the coroner through.

Were you a good girl?

Want an apple?

No "thank you"...?

Next time I see you with him, I'll lock you up in the broom closet.

A drowned person looks awful, but this poor lady seemed asleep.

The oddest thing was the edge of her petticoat.

If she had known!

She gave a lot to charity.

Yes, but no husband, no children and she ate like a bird.

Not half a pound of meat a week, but a fine woman all the same.

Did she have any enemies?

The murderer is a scoundrel or a sadist.

Did they find her bag?

Pretend you don't know me.

See you behind the church in half an hour.

Sensational news!

The Inspector wants to call Headquarters.

What did she die of?

Strangulation.

Any fingerprints?

The victim put up a fight. Her watch stopped at 8:20.

8:20...while we were playing cards.

That reminds me...I won. You owe me 36 francs.

Do you expect to question everybody?

I'm Sauvage, Internal Revenue Collector.

I know everybody here. Worthy people...easily upset.

I'm a man of experience. If I can tell you about possible suspects...

Hold me tight...don't say a word...

I've waited 233 days for this... and 233 nights...

And you, darling, did you wait for me?

Yes, but I didn't expect you so soon.

You did nothing rash?

No, I behaved so well they let me out sooner.

Why all the precautions?

You don't know them...

...or you'd know they don't give anything for nothing.

I had to promise to help them.

I wanted to be near you quicker, but they will be watching me.

Are you working?

I'll tell you all about it.

I'd be a swine...after what you did for me.

No, I liked my prison because it was for you I was serving time.

I wanted it to be tougher...I wanted the matrons to be meaner...

...I wanted to suffer more, to show you how much I loved you.

You understand, my darling?

I love church music.

It reminds me of when I was a kid.

Why should they tail you?

They knew I was serving time for someone else.

Let's pretend we're strangers.

I, too, have to be patient...

...until tomorrow.

Tomorrow, we'll pretend to meet for the first time.

You'll address me as "Miss"...

...and I'll act coy about telling you my first name.

With whom do I start this romance?

A fellow by the name of Alfred.

He works in a garage.

The neighborhood thinks well of him.

He doesn't drink or gamble...

Never plays poker...

...only "belotte".

No girl friend?

No... He loves a girl who's been away a year...

...and who has no place to live now.

I'll find a room at the hotel.

See you tomorrow, then?

It'll be love at first sight!

They're removing the body of a murdered spinster.

Not much of a view, but it's quiet.

I never dared accost a lady, but since last night -

Oh, it's you!

If you knew me -

You didn't register last night.

Now is the time to obey the law.

You must always obey the law.

You arrived yesterday?

From where?

Rennes.

Profession?

Pleater... I came to Paris to look for work.

Has anyone checked in or out this week?

Our guests stay on months... even years.

That one has been here three years.

Luckily for her, there was a vacant room.

A guest left...suddenly?

Suddenly indeed...heart attack!

Take my word, he's a bull. I can spot them a mile away.

He's searching for the murderer... in the drawer...in the inkwell.

And while he's searching, the murderers are at the race track...

playing cards, or dunking croissants in their coffee.

I've nothing to hide!

If anyone overheard me -

Someone overheard you.

My unforgivable crime is to be insensible to your charms.

He insults a lady who wasn't even speaking to him so they nab him!

He's the one!

Tell me, is that your name, Hire?

Do you mind leaving us?

It's an abbreviation. My name is Desire Hirovich.

I was born in Paris.

You've lived here long?

3 years, 2 months.

Profession?

I'm in business.

I sell hope, like priests. And cures, like doctors.

Did you know the victim?

Vaguely.

Ever chat with her?

I never chat with anyone.

Where were you at the time of the crime?

To answer, I'd have to know when the murder took place.

Friday, between seven and eight.

That's when I usually shop for my dinner.

Were you alone?

I always am.

Your camera?

What do you do with it?

Take pictures.

What kind of pictures?

I collect human documents... candid snapshots.

Police record?

No.

I want to check the spelling of your name. You have a voting card?

I don't vote.

Have you a letter?

I never receive mail.

Not very social, are you?

How do you mean that?

All I meant is that you have no friends.

I don't like men. Policemen, even less.

You don't seem to like women, either.

It all depends.

What are you writing?

I'm making a note.

Just what were you doing Friday between 7 and 8.

And you, Mr. Michelet? I'm making a collection for a wreath.

It's bad enough to be strangled, but to be buried without flowers...

Will you contribute?

The florist will fix something nice.

It's odd you want to do your own cooking. I'll tell you where to shop.

You'll see I'm easy to get along with.

Mr. Michelet, who is that young lady?

I've no idea, not bad looking, eh?

You like him?

Don't apologize. I was like you when I landed here.

He got me with a smile...but he didn't do me much good.

And beware. What a line he has!

First a pleasant compliment.

Then, a drink.

Then it's all over.

The next day he doesn't know you.

Marcelle, how about something for the wreath?

Well, things are slow now. Put me down for 2 francs.

You're not from this neighborhood?

She arrived yesterday.

You see! I'd surely know you.

Here we go! First the compliment.

Introduce us.

Alfred, known as Fred or Freddy.

I warn you, no nonsense. She's and old friend. What's your name?

Alice.

My first love was Theo.

Who was your first love?

Alfred.

I'd like to get rid of him.

He leers at me from his window.

He's luckier than I.

This morning he was on the stair- case and now he keeps following us.

"Madame Blanche, sees all, tells all. Past, present and future."

May I speak freely in front of Monsieur?

You're coming out of a sanatorium, or some place of retirement.

I don't make anything up, it's all in the cards.

The gentleman, next to you... That's Love.

But I see someone else... educated...dark-haired...

Be careful. I see complications...

...caused by an inheritance.

Am I going to be married?

Again the dark-haired gentleman.

Is anyone in your family very ill...?

Near death?

Someone very close to you. Not he.

Someone older.

Take my advice - stay away from boats.

As for your getting married... not for a while.

Your lucky number is eight, your stone...ruby.

That'll be 20 francs.

Who is this educated gentleman?

Let's go to the autos. If he follows us, we'll have a laugh.

Look at the old man there!

Did you ever go on a big hunt?

I mean a deer hunt, with hounds.

Well, your scarecrow is gone.

Let's watch the women wrestle.

Shall we go back?

No, give me a five minute headstart.

Scratch on my door. Remember, Number 12.

Hurry! I'm scratching at your door already.

I'm sorry I accosted you this morning, but you must know...

You're wasting your time.

Let me go, or I'll call the police!

Even if it will involve Alfred?

Youth pursues youth... The world is full of silly laws.

Water flows, and sand -

Ask Alfred where he hid Mlle Noblet's pocketbook.

The pocketbook with the 7,000 francs in it.

You needn't consult a fortune teller to know the future.

Here's a reliable man... Doctor Varga.

For if sand craves water...youth needs advice.

He's there, behind his window.

Did he speak to you?

I leave you full of passion only to find you an icicle. Why?

Nothing...

Why are you so absorbed then? I scratched three times.

You'll be angry if I tell you.

I was cold tonight...I've only my summer dress and a raincoat.

I hate to bother you with this now, but I know a good buy.

A little coat with a fur collar, 3,000 francs.

Could you lend it to me?

3,000 francs? Darling, I haven't got it.

Don't you have any savings?

I'm not the type to hide money in a sugar bowl.

You said you had a job...

Only for the past month.

Couldn't you borrow from your friends?

It frightens me to be so cold.

You've no idea how this upsets me. I didn't expect you so soon.

You know how much I have?

300 francs, that's all.

I love you!

Why should we hide like rats?

His window is dark, but I can feel his presence.

Take me in your arms and hold me tight.

He is the dark-haired man who wishes us bad luck.

We've nothing to hide. I want him to see me in your arms!

You know what I was thinking?

The matrons were marching up and down at night... It was tough...

...but I wouldn't have changed places with anyone.

You didn't hold it against me?

Never.

The little coat with the fur collar... You can have it.

It's yours.

How can I keep money when you're cold?

I have 7,000 francs.

Noblet's 7,000 francs...I killed her.

When I saw you coming into the cafe, I thought it was a bad break.

Now, I don't regret it. You deserve a new outfit.

So Mlle Noblet got to Heaven a little early. Where is the harm?

And you'll be warm.

Don't worry, no one knows.

I used to call on her. Don't be jealous, she was homely.

And what a job to get 100 francs out of her!

She refused to give me the 1,000 I had asked for, so I tripped her.

She struggled and broke her watch as she fell.

I pushed the hands back half an hour and went to the cafe.

It's an air-tight alibi.

The Police are lost. They'll end up closing the case.

Then we'll move on and you'll have all you want.

You're afraid? No one knows, I tell you...no one...

This wreath comes straight from the heart.

It's the least we can do.

It isn't every day we have a nice funeral.

Arthur, hurry!

I'm ready. I was watching Mr. Hire.

Everyone's at the funeral, but he has to take his bus.

Excuse me, I'm from the Police.

I know nothing about the crime.

I know. I also know your last place of residence.

I have your record.

Then there's nothing more I can tell you.

Who knows? In that robbery case, you were shielding someone?

Ask the Police.

Oh, it really doesn't matter. Let's forget it.

When you were released, you promised to help us.

A pretty girl gets around. If you hear of anything, let me know.

I should have guessed it.

You've come to see Dr. Varga or Mr. Hire?

I never met Dr. Varga... As for Mr. Hire, I hardly know him.

Dr. Varga can tell you strange things about your past and future.

Could Mr. Hire tell me where he gets those stories he makes up?

To amuse young girls, or to frighten them?

Just what did you tell me?

To beware.

Of Alfred? Do you know him?

You've nothing more to add?

I'm sorry I was abrupt yesterday.

I've plotted the lines of your horoscope.

These lines are the landmarks of your life.

You were born on August 8, 1912.

It's not magic. I saw your registration form at the hotel.

What time was it when you were born?

So you can invent more stories about the boy I met two days ago?

Two days?

Your parents abandoned you, right?

Unhappy childhood with a poor relative whom you left.

Very interesting. This conjunction of lines and stars is rare.

Only one man, in your life...for the past three years.

And what a man!

A clerk? An artist? A scoun- drel? Perhaps a murderer?

Dr. Varga cannot enlighten you.

And Mr. Hire?

You haven't much use for Mr. Hire.

What did you mean when you spoke of Mlle Noble's handbag?

Alfred must have told you all the details.

Now you know as much as I do.

Yes, it's true. For three years he's done all he wanted with me.

Because of him, I may have to go back to prison. Help me.

If you won't, I'm done for. Help me.

Ruin Alfred? Or save him?

No one ever cared for me. I had a terrible childhood.

When I ran away, all I found was Alfred.

I didn't know. I never met some- one who was good and strong.

It's easy. A letter to the police and you're rid of him.

But there must be proof!

I have it.

Genuine, absolute proof?

Irrefutable.

What is it?

Trust me.

So, the letter?

Don't write to the Police!

I? Never. Would I do it to get rid of a man who is in my way?

My child, my views about society shield me from such deeds.

But you have a right.

He made me help him do the job, to have a hold on me.

You would be giving me away, too.

You want to save him again?

No, I was only thinking of myself.

I never want to see him again... He beats me for a trifle.

Dr. Varga takes your word for it.

And Mr. Hire knows that you are beautiful.

Yes, you are beautiful.

Last night behind my window, I was unhappy.

Now, something has happened which gives me hope.

Hope... A strange word on my lips.

You're in danger, and that's all that matters.

Go back to your room and avoid Alfred.

I'd like to take you far, far away...

But what will people think? I'm so unpopular in the neighborhood.

It is for you that I tremble.

Promise me you'll be alone tonight.

And I shall watch over you from my window.

So, is he Varga?

He knows something?

Everything.

He's trickier than we thought.

He has proof?

Definitely. But what? I tried everything...charm...promises.

He wants to blackmail you.

No...he's full of noble sentiments. Still, he may spill the beans.

What's his layout?

You pass a courtyard. No janitor...a noisy sawmill.

You didn't come here to stand outside. Come in!

Did you beat her to get my address?

You threatened her?

I don't mind having this out with you. Come on, out with it!

You have nothing to say? Per- haps you have something to do?

With your hands, as you did with Mlle Noblet?

A knife? A revolver? Careful that's rather noisy.

And afterwards, what will you do with my body?

Did you bring a sack, a suitcase?

You lack foresight.

And you're pale! Livid!

Shall I give you a glass of water? Or do you want advice?

If you dispose of me, I warn you I have taken precautions.

The next day, a letter will reach the proper parties.

It will give you a capital headache.

Capital, get the pun?

But you don't feel like joking. You're hesitating...

Remember, Mlle Noblet was frail.

But I'm as solid as a tree. I can toss you out without effort.

But I feel sorry for you.

Just looking at you fills me with such disgust

...that I must ask you to get out.

Pack off, or something you did not count on will happen to you.

Pick up that knife.

Should you harm a single hair on her head, here is a warning!

Fix your tie.

As soon as I got there, I realized how foolish it was.

I felt the same way. I thought I'd die.

Well, we had it out. He's a tough baby all right.

He'll keep quiet while he thinks he has a chance with you.

I can manage him for a while but we must think of something else.

What does he know? Suppose he saw me and suppose he talks.

Who is the accuser? A guy loathed by the entire neighborhood.

I'll lie low while you make a play for him.

Meanwhile, we'll start the tongues wagging.

But he says he has proof! We need proof against him!

I hid the handbag behind the fence.

I've got it.

What shall I do with it?

If I'm caught with it -

Give it to me.

I won't keep it long. I'll plant it in his room.

It's Alice...I must speak to you.

May I come in?

No! The place is a mess.

I must speak to you. You can turn me out when you get sleepy.

Some other time.

I wanted to apologize. He beat me until I gave him your address.

I'm afraid. I feel safe only with you. And you won't have me.

Don't say that...but tonight it's impossible.

I'll spend the night on a chair in front of your door.

No, forgive me...I was a little nervous. Don't bother.

If anything happens, I'll call you through the window.

Alice...may I call you Alice?

I'd like to show you a place I've been wanting you to see.

Will you come?

Then, tomorrow at 2 in front of the bookstalls?

We're going to the suburbs. Shall we take a taxi?

Like two lovers.

It's there, on the Island of Wolves.

What is that strange house?

That's where I'm taking you.

But how do you know?

This is between ourselves, eh?

The Police didn't care to go, but I did call on Dr. Varga.

Books everywhere, with strange titles.

A hypnotizing machine...

And strange gadgets all around...

And he is at large! No wonder people suddenly become sick!

He's a public danger.

So Mlle Noblet...

I'm not accusing anyone. They're only suppositions.

But if he can kill people at a distance, why does he strangle them?

Some people have strange ways. Now with Noblet...

To get her in an empty lot took a lot of persuasion!

It's the snake vs. rabbit business.

He always claims the meat isn't bloody enough.

Whose house is this?

Mine.

These cups have been waiting years for you.

I left here long ago, very suddenly.

It was in the Fall... It was cold, like today...

I never came back. Only a care- taker comes from time to time.

I was about to have tea.

With whom?

Don't make me think of it.

Look at this while I make tea.

I've always liked photography, a charming but exasperating art.

Still, an art which explains many thing.

Of course, you've lost your appetite.

You have dizzy spells and the doctor doesn't know why.

Your doctor is an ass.

He blames everything on lymphatic glands!

Your illness can't be explained...

...and as long as he comes into the store...

It has nothing to do with Mr. Hire.

Don't you understand that those pin pricks are scientific stuff?

You wouldn't argue about the Catechism!

Anyhow, your health is your con- cern. But the kids health...!

From now on, not a steak, nothing for Mr. Hire!

Isn't your wife well?

No, it isn't that. I'm mad.

Are the people here cowards to put up with what's going on?

One crime leads to another.

If there's a sickly animal in your herd, you kill it.

You mean Mr. Hire?

Ask them if I can stand him.

How often I complained about his behavior toward Lucienne!

What does he want with her?

He has a way of giving her apples and pushing her into corners.

You know Mr. Hire well?

He gives me rock candy.

He speaks to you sometimes?

He says, "Hello".

He says I'm a pretty girl.

Do you like veal chop?

It's yours if you tell me the whole truth.

Did he ever ask you into his room?

The veal chop is not for liars!

He never said, "I have candy in my room. Come we'll get it"...?

A narrow escape, Mrs. Arnaud.

I'm the one in lawyers' robes. Yes, I used to practice law.

I prepared my cases scrupulously. Yet, I wasn't a success.

My clients didn't think me optimistic enough.

I worried them instead of bolstering their courage.

My mother...an excellent woman, but she preferred my brother.

He was better looking.

I've never been able to please... not even my parents.

At school, in the army, I was always kept at a distance.

It wasn't I who chose to lead a lonely life.

It was the others who avoided me.

Still, I got married.

You're wife? She's beautiful.

All these pictures bear only one caption: happiness.

Here, I'm not in the picture. I took it.

And that's how I brought them together for the first time.

A friend of yours?

My first and only friend...

It stops there. The ending is abrupt.

I wasn't meant to have precious love and precious friendship.

I lost both in one blow.

There are other pictures.

They're quite different. This is a horror museum.

A hobo who dies in front of the Arch of Triumph.

A laughing little girl...she is insane.

A drunken woman...

Faces of misery...shame... vice...crime...

A nice set of candid shots which I took myself...my family album.

I assembled it so as to never again be moved by pity.

For 10 years I have associated only with the dead.

They never betray.

I thought I was safe.

Then I met you and I don't quite know what happened.

Do you want this house to be yours?

Forgive me. I, too, misjudged you, like the others.

I have nothing against the others.

I didn't even try to befriend them. They judge by appearances.

It's different for you. Don't feel sorry for me.

Think it over carefully. Don't hurt me unnecessarily.

You're gentle and you're kind. And I know what that means.

So put your room in order, because tonight I'll bring you my answer.

I'll scratch at your door.

You don't mind waiting until tonight?

Suppose something is wrong in a neighborhood.

Gas pressure too low. Poisonous fumes from a factory...

The residents get together and write a letter.

Let's sign a petition to get rid of him.

You're all softies! Why doesn't the hotel throw him out?

I'd like all my guests to pay like him, on the dot.

Was that meant for me?

Yes, everyone knows about me.

Where does Hire get his?

From the empty lot.

How is the inquiry progressing?

I've a large family - and I'd like to know -

You're not being very fair.

You're waiting for more murders?

Let's beat him up!

Well, who's going to do it? We want a man!

And a man isn't easily found, take my word for it.

I'll say. "There are only honest people here. Therefore get out."

"I'm a man of experience and of good sense."

"I advise you to disappear with your books and your potions."

Have you any champagne?

A good brand, please.

It's rather expensive.

It doesn't matter.

I'm listening. Everyone is listening.

Careful, the counter is wet.

Give the change to Raphael.

A glass of seltzer for the brave tax collector!

The way he stared at me -

You're a disgrace to your sex!

You promised me an answer.

Yes?... No?

Didn't I come?

You're kind, you're unhappy... How could I hesitate?

Let us celebrate our engagement solemnly.

I have some champagne.

Take off your coat.

For the first time, you look happy.

I've forgotten the ring.

It doesn't matter...we have time - all our life.

I don't even know your first name.

In that, too, I was unlucky. Desire.

To your desires, Desire and to good luck!

Police.

If I had known you sleep until noon, I'd have come later.

Noon? Let me apologize.

Last night, I went out on a binge and came in very late.

And your job at the garage?

I went out with my bosses... They like me.

Nice job... Enough money to go on a binge now and then.

And yesterday, I had a hot tip on a horse.

A twelve to one shot on Razibus.

You play the horses often?

No, I couldn't afford it.

What were you doing at the time of the crime?

I worked in the garage until 8.

Luckily you were working that day.

Ask my bosses.

They're friends of yours, aren't they?

At 8:30 I was playing cards.

I know. I just wanted to make sure.

When did you say Razibus won?

Yesterday, third race.

Going to see your friend?

I'm looking for work. He said he might know of something.

I looked for you everywhere last night.

I was out with the boys.

It's all set. The handbag is behind the radiator.

It was a job, believe me.

I think it was high time.

I thought Michelet was asleep. Not at all.

A bloodhound. He's sniffing everywhere.

Let's be quiet. We'll get the others all worked up over it.

They're already excited. One spark will do it!

You seem sorry for him.

I love you! That will always be my answer!

I'll get Fernand and Marco to start things going.

All right, and remember - behind the radiator.

We're not looking for trouble. We're acting in the interest of all.

We're going to settle Hire's account. Coming?

Aren't there enough of you?

We need an authoritative spokesman.

We are attempting, for the last time, to obtain from you -

I told you you have no ground.

If you won't comply with our legitimate request...

Then what?

I don't know. We didn't think of that.

We're going to move Hire out.

He's not here.

Good. He'll find his things on the sidewalk.

No one is going to enter his room.

Let me see. Initials...A. N.

Aurore Noblet! It's her handbag!

Then he is the murderer!

I found Noblet's handbag! Hire is the murderer!

He says they found the murderer.

They found the murderer!

You know - the gruff one with the beard.

Let's teach him a lesson!

We must get him here at once!

Tonight it will be too late. They'll cool off.

He gave me his number, in case of emergency.

Must I?

You love me?

Your fiancee on the phone.

I'm coming.

What are they shouting?

Nothing... "Kill him!"...

Is that you, Desire? Something awful has happened.

I told Alfred we were washed up. He's acting like a madman.

You must come at once... at once.

Better come here. You'll be safe here, darling.

Impossible?

The subway? No, take a taxi.

Yes, I'll wait for you.

He'll be here in five minutes.

They found Mlle Noblet's handbag in Hire's room!

Who'd imagine it? Such a quiet fellow.

I cleaned his room every day!

How exciting! I have goose pimples all over!

A little co-operation, please! Move on... Ladies, go home, please.

Move along, let the police do its work!

As a civil servant, may I add my request to that of M. Michelet?

This is the time to be calm. Do not obstruct the course of Justice.

Shut up!... A guy who sends me an income tax blank.

And he talks of justice!

Oh you...that's different. It would hurt me to say no.

Please clear the square... He's a dangerous man.

He may be armed.

What a mess, eh?

Did you find the handbag?

No such luck. I was at the show there.

We're not leaving now?

I don't want to miss the bull fight.

He'll be coming that way.

Here comes a cab!

I demand the protection of the law.

Come with us.

Yes, but what is my baggage doing there?

I can't handle three, but I'll take you on one after the other!

Kill the murderer!

He's going to shoot!

I'm innocent!

He can't do it. Get the Fire Department.

Hold on another five minutes!

He's dead.

Move along, everybody, it's all over.

Start the music, old man. You're losing money.

Look out!... We're being watched!

Mr. Hire's testament.

Picture of the murder of Mlle Noblet by Mr. Alfred Chartier.

Taken September 5th, at dusk, in an empty lot...

...where I had wandered.

Some day, in this great world Some day, Man in every land

Will walk with his brother, Hand in hand...

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