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VOYAGE WITHOUT HOPE

A CHRISTIAN-JAQUE film

From a screenplay by PIERRE MAC ORLAN

inspired by a theme by KROLL and KLAREN

Adaptation by MARC GILBERT SAUVAJON and CHRISTIAN-JAQUE

Screenplay by MARC GILBERT SAUVAJON

Cinematography: ROBERT LE FEBVRE

Art Direction: ROBERT GYS

Music by JEAN MARION & M P GUILLOT

From the National Security

Warning to all stations and border controls

A dangerous individual has escaped.

Last name: Gohelle First name: Pierre

Thirty eight years old.

I'm sorry I frightened you.

No, no, not at all. I was...

dreaming. The train made me...

- Where are we exactly? - We've passed Yvetot.

Thank you, sir.

May I?

We're about to arrive. May I turn the light on?

Of course.

I like night trains.

You fall asleep and don't see the kilometers pass by.

The kilometers are silly, they all look the same.

Not all of them. Trust me.

- It depends on what's at the end. - Is the station far from the harbor?

The town station is but...

there's also a harbor station.

Sorry, I'm not used to traveling.

I've never left Paris before.

- Really? - Yes but

I'm making up for lost time. I'm sailing on the "Saturnia" tomorrow.

- South America? - Yes, Argentina.

A land of dreams, isn't it?

Like every country you've never been to.

As soon as you're there, you'll dream of another one.

When you've had enough of the mosquitoes on the plaza.

- You know Argentina? - Yes, I went there on business trips.

You travel a lot?

A lot, yes.

I work in a bank. I'm the manager.

A good position.

Believe me, two years of this life, you can't stand it,

your blood boils. You want it to stop.

- And to get away to a nice place. - Yes.

I feel like I escaped from jail. You can't imagine what it's like.

And why not?

It seems to me like I'll be starting from scratch,

like nothing's happened to me until tonight.

I'll go where my fancy takes me.

- So much adventure to be had. - Taking it all into your own hands.

I want to see it up close, very close. Fight with it.

I want...

Say... Argentina is still a new country, isn't it?

- One can make a fortune there. - You can do it anywhere

- if you're rich to start with. - I am. Well...

Well, almost.

I've made the necessary provisions.

You need a lot of money to afford to go there.

I know that. But with 300,000 francs I guess you can go a long way.

Yes, if you don't lose them on your way there.

I could see your wallet from the corridor. Don't worry, it's still there.

You're lucky actually.

Well, I mean...

A thief could have seen it. There's all sorts in those trains.

First, I can defend myself and...

not everyone you meet is a crook.

- There are good people too. - Yes.

And gendarmes.

Yes.

We'll be there in 25 minutes.

- You're boarding straight away? - No, I'd like to see the city.

- I was told it's pleasant. - It's very picturesque.

The "Fortuny" around midnight,

I'll be there. You'll like it. It's a good nightclub.

Really? That would be great.

I have some time to spend. Let's spend it together.

All right. So be it. I can assure you that you won't regret it.

I'll introduce you to a very pretty girl.

I'd like to speak to Captain Dejanin. Is he on board?

- We haven't seen him come down. - He must still be on deck.

- Play. - You could go and see.

He'll show you the way.

Come on, Risotto, stop your music and take the lady to the captain's.

My name's Ly Fan. Especially in front of ladies.

Me very honored take care pretty lady.

Come in!

Hello, Philippe.

You.

- All right, get away. - At once.

You're so pale, Marie-Ange.

Something's happened?

Yes.

Tonight is the night, Philippe.

He did it.

I just got the telegram.

He'll be on the 10:20 train.

He took the train.

It's madness.

After what he's been through, he has no time for caution.

That's what scares me.

- So? - So I came to you, Philippe.

You told me to come and see you once Pierre had escaped.

Here I am.

I'm waiting for your answer.

Have you thought things over?

Thought things over? You mustn't ask too much from me.

No, I haven't thought things through.

But I've had a think.

First about Pierre, who's my friend.

And about myself. Not much. Just going through the motions.

And then about you.

About you, most of all, Marie-Ange.

Philippe...

I know, it's stupid.

Drinking is stupid too.

It never stopped me from getting drunk.

Stop worrying. I'll do it.

I'll hide Pierre on board for 48 hours and when the crew gets back,

we'll sail and I'll take him with me.

- Happy? - Worried.

- You know the risks, don't you? - There's a god for rascals.

Pierre is an escaped convict. You'll have to hide him, help him run.

- You've done so much... - For free, that's right.

I know.

What if I find it fun, playing knights?

With my ugly mug.

What's wrong, Marie-Ange? Dreaming?

No.

But I wonder if Pierre would do for you what you're about to do for him.

I don't think so.

You're a better man than him, Philippe.

That's bullshit!

Does being better than another mean anything?

It doesn't.

What matters is what is real and what happens.

And what happens is that I love you.

And that you love Pierre.

That's it!

You chose him.

Oh no... We should be so lucky if we could choose.

Love's a little like the wind.

You take it the way it blows.

The world is a mess, Marie-Ange.

For solace, I wrote your name on my boat.

My own way of getting love letters.

- You're still singing tonight? - Yes, it seems wiser.

My life must appear to everyone to be the same as usual.

- You have guts, Marie-Ange. - I try to.

I must go. The train arrives in fifteen minutes.

- Pierre will come straight here. - All right. I'll give orders.

I won't say "thank you", Philippe.

It's a useless word between us.

Goodbye.

Marie-Ange...

Say "thank you" all the same. You say it so well.

Thank you, Philippe.

I'll leave you here.

- Some friends might be waiting for me. - By all means.

I forgot to introduce myself: Ginestier.

Pierre, Mr. Pierre.

- See you later. - Right you are.

All fun and games till they get hurt.

Taxi!

Please, let me have this car.

- It's very important. - So it seems!

I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry too. I'm expected.

The car will drop you and I'll keep it. You don't mind, do you?

As you like.

To the harbor. I'll tell you where.

It's raining.

I was saying that it's raining.

Thank you. I had noticed.

It makes me so much happier that I could share your taxi...

Well, my taxi actually.

I don't know what would have become of me and my suitcase.

I don't know the town.

The towns you don't know always seem slightly hostile.

They're out of sorts with you.

Driver! Take the first avenue on the left, it's faster.

I'm sorry, sir, to divert you from your itinerary.

I don't mind. Actually, I have no itinerary, I go anywhere.

- You said you were expected. - Little white lie.

A really little one.

I'm probably expected somewhere but I don't know where or what for.

It's strange. We're going so fast

that I somehow feel like I still have a train to catch.

I'm sorry but I really am expected.

And you, at least, know who I am.

Sorry.

No trouble at all, rest assured.

Bad luck!

A flat tire at the back, I must change the wheel.

It'll be nice in that rain.

- You want us to get out? - In a way, I'd rather.

It will take five minutes and there's a kiosk nearby.

You'll get some shelter there.

That kiosk seems quite nice, doesn't it?

- No, you... - Women first!

Like in shipwrecks.

- I'll carry you. - I don't want you to.

In the circumstances you have no choice. Hold tight!

You see, it was simple. There we are.

You might put me down then.

Oh sorry! I'd completely forgotten.

No, keep it on your shoulders.

May I?

You're all set. I'm very pleased with myself.

It feels nice here.

It's wonderful indeed.

It's a kiosk like any other.

It isn't. Since we are there.

Ten minutes ago, we hadn't met.

And now we already have a house.

- A glass roof and rain walls! - Yet chance has built it for us.

What a nice type chance is.

If you were superstitious, you'd see it as a kind of omen.

But I'm not superstitious and you're talking nonsense.

Yes, I know. But should the wind turn

and the rain stop, everything around us will reappear.

Everything will mean something again and reassert itself.

So I talk nonsense

and hurry myself along.

To the first woman you see?

I'm the only one who can know if you're really the first woman I see.

You think I'm crazy, don't you?

No. I even think that you're probably quite sensible.

In dry weather.

You can come back. It's fixed.

The driver is calling us. He was quick.

- Thank you. - Thank you for what?

- You thought he was too fast. - I didn't say too fast.

Well, too bad. Ready?

- My name is Alain. What's yours? - Marie-Ange.

The right name for this night.

Now, to the harbor. Quick!

- You're that late? - Very late, yes.

He must be very worried.

I'd be very worried if you were late.

And I wouldn't like you going for a drive in a taxi with strangers.

Will you tell him?

I don't know. Why?

What does it matter?

I would like it very much if you hid it from him.

That way there would be something between us, a lie.

I'd like to share a lie with you so much.

We've already shared a lot tonight.

A taxi, an overcoat, a kiosk.

It seems enough, don't you think?

- Besides, we're almost there. - I'm about to lose you.

You'll go back to your night, I'll return to mine.

We'll never meet again.

Why not?

Chance, your friend, works in mysterious ways.

Especially if it's helped.

You don't want to help it a little?

I have better things to do.

Well, other things.

Stop! I'll get out here.

Wait! Listen to me. I'm leaving tomorrow for ever.

They say that it's a beautiful place. Goodbye!

And thank you!

Goodbye and thank you.

It looks like the end of an operetta.

Where shall we go now, sir?

Anywhere. It doesn't matter now.

- Where's the captain? - Captain not here yet.

You saw no one?

A man already come. Run much to get here.

Him very angry not find pretty lady.

Where is he? You didn't let him go, did you?

No.

- You're wounded? - Switch off the light

- What? - Switch off the light.

Switch that light off, for God's sake!

Well, what are you waiting for now? Scared of me?

Let me see.

- You can't leave it like that. - It's nothing.

Just a scratch.

You didn't notice anything in the harbor?

Nothing suspicious?

- No, everything seemed normal. - Of course,

Of course, you're not used to it.

I don't need to see it. I feel it.

It's everywhere, in every hole, under every stone.

It's stuck to me, like a shadow.

- Police? - Police, yes.

They were waiting for me at the station.

They were very well-informed, weren't they?

And so fast.

Don't you think?

Don't you think that...

Why are you ashamed to say what you think?

Is it so ugly?

Please forgive me.

Forgive me. I'm not seeing things clearly any more.

I counted so much on finding you here.

I needed you so much.

- You promised you'd wait for me. - I was at the station.

I saw those men getting at you. I came back at once.

At once? The train arrived half an hour ago.

My taxi broke down. I had to wait.

You're despicable, Pierre. Leave me alone.

Why is it that you destroy everything you touch?

God knows how beautiful I thought this moment would be.

During those years in jail, during those hours I had to beat

one by one, my only thought was the first thing I'd do when I was free:

take you in my arms and simply say:

Hello, Marie-Ange.

Hello, Pierre.

What are you doing here?

- Spying? - Me come see if honorable gentleman

and pretty lady need something. - You dirty sneak! You're lying!

You listen at doors, don't you?

- You've got no proof. - Do we need evidence

with such a scoundrel. Now, get away from here.

You're wrong, Pierre. His race doesn't forgive easily.

I need no forgiveness.

Where is he? What's he doing?

He should have waited for me.

Look!

Look at those men.

Who are they?

Only two customs officers.

Please, calm down.

You have nothing to fear here. In three days, it'll be over.

It's not a pretty sight, is it?

A frightened man.

As long as I'm here to take care of you.

I'll give you your revenge. I swear. Trust me!

I love you.

- So badly, my poor Pierre. - But so much.

- With you, I'll always have courage. - Always daring.

- I'll start from scratch. - You'll go on.

Yes, I'll go on.

I can't go back. Do I have any choice?

I was convicted. The brand is on my skin.

What's the use of escaping one prison only to get into another?

Why won't you try another life, Pierre?

- I'll be at your side, I'll help you. - No.

It's you, at last.

Ah, there you are.

Good, I was really worrying.

- It wasn't easy at the station, was it? - No, but how do you know?

The whole town knows it.

Pierre is worried, Philippe. Is there any reason to be afraid now?

Of course not. Nobody will come looking for him here. Don't worry.

- You must go or you'll miss your show. - He's right. Hurry up!

Do what you usually do. But come back quickly.

I'll be back in an hour.

Pierre... Please be careful.

What are you thinking about?

Too many things.

About Marie-Ange.

For two years, all I thought about was finding her again,

but I haven't found her.

You may be the one who's changed.

It's possible.

Tell me...

Do you still love her?

I do.

So what?

You've seen her often while... while I was gone.

As often as I could.

I hope you've talked about me a lot.

A lot more than what's worthwhile.

I feel sorry for you, not being able to believe in anything decent.

I don't need your pity or hers.

I have the right to know why Marie-Ange has changed so much.

Your only right now is the right to save your skin.

Come see!

See those men near the docks' wall?

They were there when I arrived.

And there are others everywhere.

I didn't want Marie-Ange to worry but something fishy's going on.

They're up to something.

The police. I knew it.

Say... You trust that boy of yours?

Ly Fang? He's a pirate just like the others. Why?

I caught him eavesdropping.

If that blasted monkey is trying to muddy the waters,

I'll throw him overboard. Come, we'll straighten it out.

Talk or I'll break your neck.

Come on, spit it out!

Captain always threaten.

Me have to spit it out at police.

Bad for Captain.

Bad for honorable gentleman.

Shut up!

Don't panic, boss.

We'd like to make a deal with you.

About that gentleman.

Yeah. Well, speak.

I'm listening.

Well, first we have to tell you that we know about the whole scheme.

We know that the gentleman got ten years

and that he managed to make off.

Are you crazy? Where'd you get that from?

My friend has never done time.

He's never...

Well, Cradel...

I guess this is your way to ask for the floor.

That's it, boss.

It's to tell you not to waste your time.

No fibs between us. We know everything.

We even know the gentleman intends to go to America on board the "Marie-Ange".

And I'm telling you that you were told lies.

Come on, Captain, we'd better work it out.

What's all this stupidity about?

Between honest people, reaching an understanding is always easy.

If needs be, the police could come and arbitrate.

They're not far off.

And there must be a reward.

That way, we won't lose it all.

Do you think I won't fight back?

I'll shoot the first one who makes a move.

Honorable gentleman can't count.

Only six bullets in gun.

Impossible kill everyone.

Put it away, Pierre.

Put it away. It's no use.

Congratulations, my friends.

You're a nice bunch of rascals.

I'll get even with you.

Well, come on. Get it off your chest.

How much?

- A hundred thousand. - What?

A hundred thousand!

You blasted morons!

A hundred thou? Why not one million?

America at this price, it's for nothing.

No use arguing. Take it or leave it.

What if I leave?

Hey, boss. Watch out. The police are on the pier.

Follow me.

Bloody hell! It's Chapelin of the Special Unit. Come on!

Hold this and stay as close to the hull as you can. Quick!

Where's the ship's captain?

Police!

Coming! What's going on?

It's you, Commissioner.

- Good evening, Dejanin. - What's going on?

I must search the ship. Don't protest, it's a general procedure.

If you want to see my warrant...

No need. I know you're not doing it just to piss people off.

Thank you.

Do it at once. Have the gangway kept under guard.

Jacquet will see to the crew. Get a move on!

So, how are things?

- Good crossing? - Great!

What about you? Mrs. Chapelin's still in good health?

She is. Thank you.

Say, Dejanin. I heard that your last problem turned out ok.

- Last problem? - Yeah.

Oh yes. My good faith was borne out.

You see innocence always gets noticed eventually.

Even by the police.

Yes... It's very strange.

- I like you, Dejanin. - I adore you, Commissioner.

You're what I call a nice rascal.

Do you know where you'll end your life?

Where I started it, in Brittany.

Yes, could be. They also have prisons in Brittany.

What exactly are you looking for? A pearl necklace?

No, a man.

But if I told you who, you'd say you've never heard of him.

I don't remember names.

It's one Gohelle.

Pierre? You must be joking. He's serving a ten-year sentence.

Oh, you put that so well.

Hats off!

- What is it? - We found nothing. Everything is in order.

Good! Gather the men and let's go.

That's it! Sorry to have disturbed you.

We don't have so many opportunities of seeing each other.

Indeed.

I like you, Dejanin. I'd hate to see you mixed up in something ugly.

- But be careful, pal, be careful. - Yes, I know.

A dark eye is watching me. Thank you, Commissioner.

- Until next time. - I'll see to it, don't you worry.

You glad. All over.

Me very worried for honorable gentleman.

You shut your trap and go wait in my cabin.

So, you moron,

where do you think we'll find your one hundred thousand?

You must revise your rates, pal.

I'll be magnanimous.

If your pals accept my friend on board, they'll get a bonus when we reach America.

It's a deal?

Sorry. Money first.

If no money first, honorable sir done for.

Leave him alone. It's no use.

- I agree. - You're crazy. What about the money?

Don't worry about it.

In a couple of hours, I'll give you the money.

But you must let me leave the boat.

No one can do it but me.

Me must take advice.

- You know? - We heard everything.

It's delicate. If the gentlemen forgets to come back, we're cheated.

We need to find something.

The board of directors is meeting.

Me may be find something.

Captain write on paper

him hide honorable gentleman from police.

Then honorable gentleman may leave ship.

If not come back Captain must pay all the same.

Because paper.

Is that your idea? Well you can just croak.

Honorable gentleman die first.

It seems fair, skipper.

A warranty. A usual thing in business transactions.

Go to hell!

Philippe.

I ask you to accept.

Sign, I'll get the money.

Don't you realize? Such a weapon in the hands of those rascals.

I'll get the money. Sign, Philippe. Sign or I'm finished.

Me know all but cannot read.

"I, Dejanin Philippe, captain of the "Marie-Ange",

admit having hidden on board my ship to help him escape the police

"my friend Pierre Gohelle. Signed, Philippe Dejanin."

Me agree.

Honorable gentleman know what to do.

Yes. Don't worry.

Ly Fang, I don't want to catch you off-guard.

Remember what I'll tell you.

You didn't count well, friend.

It will cost you much more than what you'll get.

Get it?

- Philippe, you're a nice guy. - That's enough.

Don't forget that we're both in the same fix.

- What do you intend to do? Can I help? - Yes.

I need a quiet place

where the police won't come. I need two hours of quietness.

I may have what you need.

Yeah, that'd be all right. Come on!

Smarter to use the lifeboat.

Is it far?

The old lighthouse at the end of the jetty. A bleak place.

Just what I need.

You're sure you'll get that money?

A hundred thousand is a lot of dough.

Why? You're scared?

- I'm asking you a question. - So am I.

That's the place. Grim but quiet.

What will you do now?

Worried, aren't you

You think it's the wrong place to find 100,000.

Very wrong.

Or very right.

In such a forsaken place, at night, a gunshot

would make less noise than a slap in the face.

You fool, you don't think a ten-year sentence is enough to make me happy?

There's no corpse in my agenda. Don't worry!

It'll just be a loan.

- Someone will lend me that money. - Someone will lend you 100,000. Sure!

- If you had it, would you hesitate? - No, but I'm your best friend.

- And the only one. - Maybe not.

It's a guy I helped get out of a bad situation.

He owes me everything.

I'd rather he owed you 100,000 francs.

- You know where the guy is? - Yes, we traveled together.

He will meet us at 12 at the "Fortuny".

After what happened, I can't go there but

he might come here.

- He must only be told. - And he can get such a sum of money?

He's got it with him.

I admit it's a lucky strike.

The first one tonight.

So?

Marie-Ange is the least compromised among us three.

You go to the "Fortuny" and tell her to bring him here.

- She knows him? - No, he's a tall fair-haired guy,

a sporty type, young.

He wears a big ring on his left hand, a sort of signet ring

showing a scowling faun head. No mistaking him.

Understood.

She's only got to tell him that

M. Pierre is waiting for him.

He can be asked for in the room but only as a last resort.

- His name? - Ginestier.

Get inside, sir.

Take it, sir. It brings good luck.

It brings good luck? To the florist!

- Buy me a glass of something? - A glass?

There you go.

May I?

You're welcome.

I'm lucky actually.

Waiter! A draught beer!

- Yes, Sir... - What were you saying?

I said I was lucky because of the chair.

Beside a fine young man, an empty chair

is rarely free.

The lady is never very far away.

I'm waiting for a man actually.

Well, sometimes...

Pretty girl, isn't it?

Black suits her.

Don't worry, the singer is white.

There's a singer too?

Of course there's a singer. And a very good one too.

I think she'll get somewhere, if nothing happens to her.

Beware of women, sir. One mustn't play with fire.

- Why are you telling me this? - I wonder.

But what is said is said.

Cheers!

Miss Marie-Ange, you're on.

Yes, all right.

You're going back to him now?

I can't. I must keep an eye on the men.

- See you later, and don't forget. - No, don't worry.

A ring on the left hand with a scowling faun head.

I hope that man won't refuse.

Pierre seems very sure of himself.

You remember the name: Ginestier.

Yes, Ginestier. Run along, Philippe.

Right. Bye!

Funny, isn't it, to meet this way.

Sorry, I didn't understand.

It doesn't matter.

If you're looking under my roof

for the reflection of love,

If you're expecting from me

neither speech nor vow,

come but beware,

if I keep my promises,

don't delude yourself:

I shall never love you.

All men like me.

Why should I love only you?

Great passions bore me.

I hate jealous men.

It is not in my nature

to be faithful.

more than a day.

Gentleman, if I offer adventure,

don't believe in love.

Desire of one hour,

desire of a night.

Nothing remains

Hello, Good night.

I belong to no one.

to no one.

or to every one.

If all men like me,

why should I love only one?

Being faithful for more than one day,

Don't believe in love.

Pleasure for one hour,

Pleasure for one night.

Nothing remains.

Hello,

Good evening.

I belong to no one,

to no one.

She's beautiful.

If all men like me,

Why

should I love

only one?

The door near the cloakroom,

it's the first dressing-room on the left. - Pardon?

Thank you.

Waiter!

The problem with love is that it complicates other people's lives.

- Sorry? - I'll have another beer.

Yes, sir.

Come in!

- You want Miss Marie-Ange? - Yes. This is her dressing-room?

Yes but she's left.

- Left? - That's all that's left of her.

Already? That's not possible.

Didn't you hear me?

Well... Excuse me.

You!

I have to!

Thank you, Laura. You can go.

Sorry. This was not the gentleman I had to tell you were gone?

It was. Only, I changed my mind.

I haven't left.

- Must I ask for the other gentleman? - Yes, hurry up.

So, it's true...

You had ordered that I should be dismissed.

Yes.

And I'd have let you go if I were wise.

But you seemed so sorry.

You felt remorse?

Scruples.

I'm rid of them.

- Now... - Don't! I feel like it won't be nice.

Now, my good friend, good night.

No. I would have said it in a nicer way.

Marie-Ange... Listen to me!

I had lost you. I was facing only emptiness.

Boredom.

Chance made us meet again.

Your friend chance.

And you'd have the heart to send me away.

You'd leave me feeling more lonely than before.

Do you know how I spent my time while I was away from you?

I thought of how your body weighed in my arms.

You're being ridiculous.

More rain will fall in your lifetime, don't worry.

And you'll meet other women,

near other puddles.

Marie-Ange!

Why don't you want to understand me?

And if I understood, what could I do about it?

You don't get into a woman's life, you don't settle in it

without even wondering if it's possible.

What do you know about me? Nothing.

I know that you're not happy.

Me?

Let's say you like supposing I'm not.

I know it.

I know it because I'm not happy either.

When two sad people meet, pretending is useless.

They recognize one another.

Oh, sorry!

What is it?

I only came to tell you that the gentleman is not there.

You'd have to ask the names of all the gentlemen who come in.

Yes, all right. Thank you, Laura.

Right, Miss.

Go away!

We're silly. All that means nothing.

It does. It means that this night was made for us and it's so true

that it scares you.

Our meeting is fate's charity.

Do not refuse it, Marie-Ange.

Come on!

You're standing there like a kid, weaving meaningless words.

What about life, my life, what about it?

I lived before I met you.

One can always free oneself from the past, Marie-Ange.

It only takes a little courage.

And it takes courage to free yourself from this?

- This? - This wedding-ring?

It's not a wedding-ring, it's just a ring.

It's too wide. It's always upside down.

You!

It's you!

What? I don't understand.

- Your name, tell me your name. - Ginestier!

Alain Ginestier. Why?

You're a friend of Pierre's, aren't you?

- Pierre? - Gohelle.

Pierre Gohelle.

You traveled with him tonight?

Tonight?

Ah, Mr. Pierre!

I'm not really his friend.

- We met in the train. - What?

We were in the same compartment, we talked.

- What does it mean? - Nothing.

You carry a large amount of money, don't you?

- Yes, indeed but... - He knows about it, you told him?

I may have. I think I did. But tell me what it means.

I'll tell you later.

I must go.

We'll meet at the bar. Don't leave for any reason.

- You promise? - If you promise you'll come back.

Yes, I will come back.

- Alone? - Alone.

- He didn't come to the "Fortuny." - What? He didn't...

- Are you sure? - Quite sure. We looked for him everywhere.

- He must have forgotten. - Forgotten, of course.

Only the police don't forget.

See? There are others waiting. Exactly the same.

I'll die in there for ten years.

Look, I've got some money, I'll sell my jewels.

Don't talk nonsense.

No, no. It can't be.

It is not possible. Why wouldn't he come?

He insisted.

You don't look well.

My dresser asked for him in the room.

I'm sure of it. I'm sure that he's waiting for me.

I must go myself. I'll risk it.

You're crazy. You can't go out.

- Why not? - Think it over.

You won't get far. The police are looking for you.

- They haven't caught me yet. - Please stay. I'll find the money.

- But don't go out. - Leave me alone.

Pierre!

It's no use. He's gone.

What did you say?

Gone?

Where is he?

You saw him?

You spoke to him?

Why didn't you bring him here?

Because you lied: that boy's never been your friend.

Three hours ago you didn't know he existed.

So you've been talking. Go on.

You never really thought he'd lend you money.

But you thought you'd take it from him, using force if needs be.

You needed me to bring him here.

You knew such a young man would trust a woman.

It seems he trusted you.

If necessary, you'd have killed him.

I didn't want him to die.

You're too soft, Marie-Ange. It will be your undoing.

I don't want you to kill him.

Of course. He is so young, so handsome.

Come on. Spill it out.

Admit it: he moved you, didn't he?

So you thought of betraying me to save him.

Two birds with one stone!

Why didn't you bring the police with you?

Why didn't you bring the police? Why?

You didn't have enough time?

Bitch! Bitch!

Let go of her!

Let go of her, Pierre or I'll take you down.

Thank you, Philippe.

One night, on the port of Rotterdam, I saw a sailor who'd killed a woman.

A woman who was not Marie-Ange.

A couple of days later, the sailor was dragged out of the water.

The papers wrote that he'd killed himself.

What do you mean?

Nothing much. It's a fleeting memory.

Your memories don't scare me.

Do you know what it's about?

She sold me out, hear me?

She's destroyed my only chance of saving my hide.

You're lying. Once again, you're lying.

I only stopped you from committing a murder.

- Philippe, you must be believe me. - I believe you, Marie-Ange.

All the more because I was suspecting something too.

Did you think you'd have made her an accessory to murder?

Another shared memory.

- I forbid you. - You be quiet.

No, I won't stop talking. I've done so too long.

Too many things make me suffocate tonight.

You're nothing but a scoundrel, Pierre.

For years now, you've destroyed everything in my life.

Everything worthwhile, everything clean.

You say that I've just sold you out. No, I've just redeemed myself.

- I'll always feel sorry. - You will?

I'll make you feel sorry for it all.

- Let him be, Marie-Ange. - But...

Get away! As long as I'm alive, he won't get at you.

I suppose you know where to go.

- Yes. - He's waiting for you, isn't he?

The other man.

Yes.

Am I a monster, Philippe?

You're in love.

It's somewhat the same.

Good luck.

Thank you, Philippe.

You let her go?

I advised her to go.

You fool! Do you know where she'll go?

To the other man.

She loves him. They'll go away together.

- Let me go. - No.

You don't realize. She's running away.

She's been taken away from me. It's the end.

What about you? Are you forgetting...

You're forgetting the paper you signed.

- I'm not. - Get out of my way.

- No! - Listen...

Marie-Ange is my whole life. My life's been stolen from me.

I must go to her.

Nobody will stop from going to her.

No one.

I've always thought that one day I'd grant Marie-Ange a big favor.

Philippe... Please let me go or I'll shoot.

I swear that I'll shoot.

Shoot, pal, shoot.

It's not your fault. The world is bad.

Here you are at last. I was really worried.

How pale you are!

Your hands are ice-cold.

I was frightened. I wondered if you'd wait for me.

You promised you'd be back.

I almost didn't come back.

We can't stay here. Let's go.

In a while. A glass of spirits will do you good. Waiter!

- Something strong. - Yes, sir.

Now, tell me what's going on.

You know Gohelle?

What is he to you?

My past.

That past which you say we can always free ourselves of.

You're scared of that man.

Is he so fearsome?

As all those who've got nothing to lose.

Alain...

- I'm frightened. - Did he threaten you?

He wanted your money to escape.

I wouldn't let you get into the trap he had devised.

And he knows now why I chose your life.

Instead of his.

- Marie-Ange! - Let's go, Alain.

If he escaped Dejanin, this is the first place he'd come to.

- Dejanin? - A friend.

The only obstacle between Pierre and us.

Barman.

I'll have... a draught beer.

All right, sir. Lager or ale?

Ale. To drink to a dead man's health.

To a dead man?

Yep.

Barman, life is just a bad joke.

Yet some find it too short!

I'll have another one.

So, someone died.

Three bullets. He didn't get a choice.

He was found on the jetty, 200 yards from here.

A sad end for a captain.

- He's a captain. - He was a captain.

Yeah, a nice bad sort of captain.

The late Philippe Dejanin.

What? Dejanin? Marie-Ange's Dejanin?

Did you hear, Miss?

Captain Dejanin is dead.

You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs.

Another beer.

He killed Philippe.

It's horrible.

I'm scared, Alain. Come on, come on quick.

- That's something. - It's not over yet.

In a classical love drama, pal,

you need two corpses at least.

You're really cheerful.

You must always cut your losses, barman, always.

My umbrella!

Another nut case.

We're being followed.

Do try to calm yourself.

I can take care of myself.

And above all I can take care of you.

You don't know him.

His law tonight is killing.

He'd shoot you down before you could try anything.

Once more I beg you to leave this town.

For a few hours.

Just for a few hours.

I've already told you that I can't.

I must get on board the "Saturnia"

To me it matters as much as living or dying.

Another ship is sailing in three days' time.

No, Marie-Ange. I must leave, more than ever.

Will you leave with me?

If God and Pierre allow me to.

Alain, I'm all through.

I feel, I know that he is following us.

Like animals.

I didn't have mercy upon Philippe, how could he have mercy upon you?

We'll see. Meanwhile, we can't go on running in the streets.

That would be wiser but I'm exhausted.

Come on.

Ah, Chapelin. What's new?

- Nothing yet, sir. - My orders?

Carried out, sir. Two men at each end of the street, the others here.

If he comes, he'll be caught.

If he comes.

Gohelle is no fool.

But he is in love.

People in love are fools.

If the girl comes back home, as I hope she will, he'll come back too.

Have you an opinion about love, Chapelin?

Sometimes, sir. Especially in the morning.

Good! Policing, you see, is psychology in action.

Look, sir, the woman is coming.

She's not alone.

Now careful! if he comes around,

I don't want to endanger your men's lives.

The law says it all, sir.

First a warning shot, he's asked to surrender

and if he misbehaves, we shoot him down.

Shoot at him first then the warning shot, it's safer.

- You're admiring my attic. - We're getting acquainted.

Here I am suddenly in the heart of your life.

As if I had just found a secret.

You're learning something from it?

It's another Marie-Ange, not Marie-Ange at the Fortuny.

Neither the Marie-Ange of the wind, nor the rain,

it's the one I had worked out.

At your age you don't work women out, you invent them.

The women, maybe

but you...

I must be crazy.

Yesterday, I didn't know you existed.

And today I'm here, wishing that happiness looks like you.

- You've got doubts? - Yes.

I'm a bit like poor children on Christmas Eve:

presents frighten me.

Come on, I'll show you the best part of my flat.

And I have no part in it.

Here's my view.

The sun rises just there.

In the morning, the shadows of the port brush against the house.

In the evening the shadow of the house meets the port's.

I only have to open the window for the night to enter my place.

Each foghorn that moans is a friend's wave.

Each boat that left the port took me on board.

Marie-Ange...

In a few hours, we'll leave all that behind.

Pierre... Don't shoot!

I beg you, Pierre.

Surprised to see me, Mr. Ginestier?

We had an appointment tonight, I was expecting you.

Throw away your gun.

You won't have anything to expect.

I have no doubt about that.

Your wallet, quick!

I said quick!

Alain...

Pick it up!

Pick it up or I'll shoot him.

Open up!

Open up!

The police!

They mustn't know. Say nothing.

- Why? - Don't say a word. Not a word!

Where is he?

Where's Gohelle?

- I don't understand. - You answer!

I don't know. I haven't seen Pierre since...

Since the last time. Yes, I know.

A gun was fired here two minutes ago.

- It's me. I fired by mistake. - Of course.

What about your tie, your torn collar?

What about that? The air moving?

I tell you nothing happened that is your concern. I fired a shot.

So, where's the gun?

I threw it down in the street.

Are you taking me for a fool?

If I may, Chapelin...

Yes. Fate has us meet again.

Chief Inspector Sorbier, of the Judicial Police.

Young man, your story doesn't add up.

- It's the truth though. - Come on, don't be ridiculous.

My friend Chapelin now thinks you're Gohelle's associate.

Silly but reasonable. I advise you to tell the truth.

But I've got nothing to say.

Pity! I like talking.

Your ID, please.

ID!

I've got no ID. I must have lost it.

You had a beautiful wallet before. Where is it?

You're really too stupid. Too bad!

Chapelin, put that guy inside. He needs to be lonely.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

- The flat is empty. Nothing suspect. - Indeed.

- What are the orders, sir? - We're leaving.

What about the woman? Shall we take her?

We're not carrying out a raid. We're making an investigation.

Good night, Miss.

Sir...

Please let me talk two minutes to...

to the gentleman.

What's your opinion?

- It's totally against the law, Sir. - We must have no hesitation then.

All right. Try to talk him into reason.

It's incredible how that young man complicates my existence.

- But... - Come on, let's go!

- We'll wait for him outside. - But, Sir...

I said: outside.

Alain, look at me. What does it mean?

- I'm done for, Marie-Ange. - Done for? But why?

Why do you fear the police?

Tell me, I want the truth.

The truth!

Ten times already I've tried to tell you.

I couldn't do it.

Aren't I your friend? You can tell me anything, Alain.

I've heard everything already.

I lied to you, Marie-Ange.

The money that was taken from me is not mine.

I'm a poor devil, a cashier in a small bank

who gets 1,800 francs a month.

I stole.

Alain...

It can't be.

No, no, not you.

For months the same demon was clinging to my shoulders

and I fought to escape him. But last night, he was the stronger.

My life, the monotonous life of a small clerk,

was a heavier burden than ever.

I only had to reach out.

I stole, Marie-Ange.

- My poor darling. - I didn't take this money because

it was money, no. I took it

as you open a door to run away.

Yes. There were three of us tonight who believed in running away.

I had a whole night before me,

a fortune in my pocket, a ship to escape on.

To all those chances, fate added another one for fun.

The most beautiful, the most unexpected.

You, Marie-Ange.

It's over.

So, you've had your chat?

I'm waiting for you.

Farewell, Marie-Ange.

Alain!

You have nothing to fear.

What do you think of that ending?

Unexpected, isn't it?

They were looking for a murderer, they catch a thief.

They won't go back empty-handed.

- You heard? - Yes.

I came back onto the terrace after the police had seen it was empty.

It allowed me to enjoy your parting scene.

I suffered more listening to you than I did while shooting Philippe.

Marie-Ange... I came to take you back.

No, don't talk, Pierre.

I owe you all the bad things in my life.

Go away!

You love your handsome young man, right?

Yet he is no better than I.

He's a thief like me. He'll know the same prisons as I.

When he comes out, you won't see the difference with me.

Shut up, you're horrible.

He will be too. Now, listen...

I'm rich now. You don't love me, I know, but

with money, everything can be bought, can be replaced.

Even love.

- No, Pierre. - Marie-Ange...

Marie-Ange, don't send me away.

I'm a poor fellow who's always had one thought in life:

you.

You're bleeding.

- My arm must have... - You can't stay like that. Come on!

So you don't hate me.

I wish no harm, Pierre.

But I wouldn't do anything to save you.

- You're not worth it. - And for him, what would you do?

Anything.

- You'd turn me in? - No, not that.

Wait, I'll get what's needed.

- Are you coming? - Yes, in a minute.

You don't want to say anything because of the woman.

Another of these blasted love stories.

You know, it could go bad for you.

Can you hear me?

You don't look well, Chapelin. Are you all right?

He's a wall, but I'll get him.

Young man, I feel sorry for you.

I'm starting to think you feel guilty about something.

Not saying anything is another way of talking.

Let her in.

Very interesting.

Marie-Ange!

Marie-Ange: it's the only thing you say but you say it very well.

The solution, I guess.

The end of a misunderstanding in any case.

I found Mr. Ginestier's wallet after you were gone.

Open it, you'll find his ID.

All this seems to be in order.

One second.

I'd like to know the motive for your journey.

Why did you come?

Don't try to make me believe it was just for pleasure.

- But, I... - He came to see me.

It was worth coming, don't you think?

You're free to go.

Free? Me?

- But Sir... - Keep quiet, Chapelin.

Good luck.

Come quick.

Chapelin, take four reliable men and let's go.

I won't try to understand, Sir.

This guy is a suspect. Why let him go?

- The law is strict. - Well, the law...

It won't be the first time that the law is slightly broken.

It's been said for so long that Justice is lame.

Taxi! Taxi!

To the station, quickly!

I don't understand, why go to the station?

Because the last train for Paris leaves in seven minutes and you're taking it.

What? But Marie-Ange...

Here!

You'll get to Paris at eight.

At nine, you'll go to your bank like a good employee.

You'll put that money back and nothing will have happened.

Nothing.

I'm right, trust me.

You know very well what I take you away from and what you go back to.

Two men were lost tonight because they did not retrace their steps.

I don't want you to be like them.

What about you?

Tomorrow, I'll be with you.

I can't leave tonight.

I must break my moorings first.

Marie-Ange, you swear that you'll come?

I will come.

When you leave your bank tomorrow, I'll be there.

You'll only have to take a few steps to be near me.

All your life.

If it means sharing my life with you, I'm all for it.

I'll always be.

I've wanted you like this.

It's my love I fight for, Alain.

It's all that you carry inside you that's young and clean.

All I'll need to live from now on.

Go get your ticket.

Passengers to Paris will please board.

To Paris please.

Pierre...

What are you doing? No...

We've got you.

Take him away.

- You're wounded? - No.

Let me get through.

Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

All aboard.

Alain...

- Hurry up, darling. - Until tomorrow, my love.

Until tomorrow.

Until tomorrow.

My beautiful love.

THE END

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