All language subtitles for Deadlier.Than.the.Male.1956.FRENCH.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-VXT

This film was restored by Pathé in 2015.
It was rated PG-16 in 1956.

Now is the killers' hour

The hour of poison and rope

When there is no more mercy

For the life of our fellow man.

It's the hour of the 11 o'clock soup

That the wife feeds her husband

In order to find greater pleasures

In the arms of her new honey.

In order to find greater pleasures

- Rue Berger, please.
- Over there.

CATERER

DAIRY

Morning, Mrs. Jules!

- Morning, Félix.
- Here we are.

6 dozen eggs...
and 10 liters of milk.

André!
Careful with your bronchitis.

Thanks.
You're a real mom, Mrs. Jules.

- Hi, Chatelin.
- Hi, guys.

- It's cold out there.
- Yeah.

This morning...

- What are you guys having?
- A muscadet.

- Same for me.
- Some milk for me, nice and hot.

Hey!

- You were almost on time again.
- Blame it on the paper, boss.

- It talks about you.
- Me?

- Yet I haven't killed anyone.
- About me, too.

Show it here.

Oh, look.
Look, they have your picture.

A Great Chef

In the tradition of great cooks who have
made France's reputation abroad,

there stands

André Chatelin,
caterer in Les Halles

at restaurant Innocents' Rendezvous.

- Son and grandson of inn keepers and
postal workers... - Let me see.

... Chef Chatelin is as renowned
for his delicious specialties

as he is for his warmth and good cheer.

- He obviously doesn't know you.
- It's just talk from a journalist.

- Yes, boss, but you didn't notice.
- What? - I'm in it too.

- Yeah, yeah. Off you go to the kitchen.
- Hello, boss. - Hello, Antoinette.

- Hello, gentlemen.
- Hi, kids.

- I'm off to do some shopping.
- Yes, boss.

Wait, they talk about me. And how!

- Give it here, boss.
- Here.

Amédée, Chatelin's first assistant,
is also his pupil.

Says the chef, "He has the makings
of a great cook."

- Wow!
- Gee, thanks, boss.

And the faithful Mrs. Jules, chief
dishwasher and master peeler,

used to wipe Chatelin's nose
when he was a child.

Obviously,

she hasn't stopped wiping his nose since

and speaks to him
as no customer would ever dare.

Well?

- I fell asleep on the metro...
- Is that so? Off to work.

- Hey, Chatelin, did you see the paper?
- Yes, I did.

Hey, you're still here?

- Where's your master?
- Hello, Mr. Chatelin.

- Hello, sonny.
- It's over.

I must be at the hospital
by 8 o'clock.

- How are you?
- How are you?

- You don't look too well.
- I have an exam next Monday.

- See you tonight at 8?
- Yes. - OK.

- So long, Mr. Vincent.
- So long, kid.

Come on, César.

Say,

by the way

- I got a letter from your uncle.
Want to read it? - No need.

- You don't know what he wrote.
- I have an idea.

I'm done talking to him.

For a month, I've been returning
all his letters, unopened.

He's just angry about
your political activities.

What political activities? Fighting for
students' rights is not politics.

It's a matter of principle.
Something he can't understand.

To him, a demonstrator is
a revolutionary.

He forgets not all students
are middle class.

Easy! I never said otherwise.

I've cut all ties.

I'd rather work my way
without owing him a dime.

OK, I'm off.
See you tonight.

Hey, stop by and get some brioches
from Germaine. They're still hot.

- He's a good kid.
- Yes, he is.

I'd have liked
to have a son like him.

- Know where he's off to?
- Girlfriend?

No, to the hospital.
Not as patient, but as doctor...

...well, doctor in training.

I've known that kid for three years.

I'm all alone, and I have money.
I'd have liked to help him out.

Well, nothing doing. He won't
take a dime. Stubborn as a pig.

- What'll you have?
- Something solid.

- Some left over cassoulet?
- Yes, but make it hot.

- And some beaujolais.
- Beaujolais!

- May I help you?
- I'd like to see Mr. Chatelin.

He just went out.

He'll be back at 11.
What is this about?

It's personal.

Come back after the lunch rush, then.

I'm his right hand man.
They even talk about me.

In today's paper.

Maybe I can stand in?

No.

And Mrs. Chatelin?
Could I speak to her?

- Mrs. Chatelin!?
- Which one?

- The blonde or the brunette?
- Idiot.

No, there is no Mrs. Chatelin.
The boss is a bachelor.

Very well.
I'll come back.

Here we go.
4 covers at table 5.

2 appetizers,
2 terrines, 4 salads.

- Got it. - 2 saddles.
- Got it. - 2 loins, rare.

- I need the sole for table 6.
- Coming.

- Boss! - Yes.
- The president's here.

- Here, take over the béchamel.
- Yes, boss.

- Hello, Chatelin.
- Hello, Mr. President.

- How are we doing?
- Your table's ready.

That way, gentlemen.

- Do you have reservations?
- Reservations?

I'm sorry. We're full.
It's best to call ahead.

- We were at a funeral nearby.
- We'd like a good meal.

Well, do take care
next time to call ahead.

I'm really sorry.
Goodbye.

Punctual as ever, Mr. President.

Mr. Lemarois, Agriculture.
Mr. Gentel, Finance.

Mr. Chatelin, Les Halles.
What wonders are you planning for us?

- Do you trust me as usual?
- I never order here. I like his surprises.

- We're in your hands.
- Very well.

- Hello, Mrs. Coutoully.
- Hello.

- Darling, you know Mr. Chatelin.
- Madam. - Hello.

Germaine, take care of Mrs. Coutoully.

- You have your table.
- Come, darling.

- Table 9, 3 hot appetizers and
3 Duke's ballotines. - Got it.

Boss.
A young lady is asking for you.

- Who is it? - I don't know. She didn't
give her name. - Send her in.

Here we go. Table 8, 2 covers.
2 shrimp in wine sauce

- Got it. - 2 chicken in cream sauce.
2 young peas. - Got it.

- 2 Grand Marnier soufflés.
- Good.

What do you want, Miss?

I'd like to talk to you
about Mrs. Chatelin.

My mother?

What's the matter with my mother?

No, not your mother.

Mrs. Chatelin, your wife.

- My ex?
- I need the trout for Table 3.

What does she want now?

- Are you related to her?
- Yes, I'm her daughter.

What does she want? Money?

I'm used to it, you know.

In the 20 years we've been divorced,
I only hear from her when she hits me up.

- How old are you?
- 20. - Well...

- Boss.
- What?

- Mr. Prévost is here.
- Very well, I'm coming.

- Here, take care of this.
- Yes, boss.

So, how have you been
since this morning?

- Hello, Mr. Prévost.
- Hello. - Miss.

- How's the exchange today?
- Difficult.

Miss Liane de Marlène,
a bright young hope of French cinema.

Oh, I know you. I saw your picture
in the paper. With the toque.

- I'm not late, am I?
- 5 minutes away from disaster.

The poor child was filming all night.

This girl has a future.
I'm encouraging her.

- May I take your coat?
- No, never. I like to drag it around.

No starters for you.
The saddles can't wait. You said 12:30.

- Don't you have mussels?
- Never mind.

- Bring the saddles.
- Right away.

You're Gabrielle's daughter?

Yes.

What's happened to her?

Right away, sir.

- Some oysters for Mrs. Racine.
- Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Your wife's dead.

Is that so?

She was buried 6 days ago.

I'm sorry to bring
bad news like this.

Oh, you know, your mother and I...

So what can I do for you, young lady?

Do you live in Paris?

We lived in Marseille.
But now...

Have you eaten?

You must be hungry.

- Antoinette!
- Yes, boss.

Take her to table 12.
Go get a bite.

OK, here we go. 6 covers at table 7.
2 poached shrimp. - Got it...

- Say, darling, you want her picture?
- I wouldn't mind.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Coutoully.
- Goodbye and thanks.

- See you tomorrow perhaps?
- Perhaps.

The paper was right, Mr. Chatelin.
You're a treasure of French cooking.

- What did I tell you?
- Everyone happy?

- Forgive us. Work is calling.
- Of course.

- Tell me, what's that taste in the
ballotine? - The marinade.

- Port and cognac.
- I had bet Madeira.

Goodbye, Mr. President.

By the way, I submitted
your file to the ministry.

You'll be part of
the January honors class.

- The order of the Beaux-Arts.
- Thank you, Mr. President. Goodbye.

Well?

- My cooking any good?
- It's wonderful.

How about some dessert?

Amédée!
Bring over the crepes.

I'll make you a flaming crepe.
My specialty.

Hope you're still hungry.

When Gabrielle told me about your birth,
I didn't want to believe her.

I thought it was just a new way
to blackmail me. Well...

...to make me feel sorry. I don't know
if she told you we didn't part as friends.

She told me.

Odd... You don't look like her.
Yet she's all I see when I look at you.

The same mouth. The same eyes.

Especially the eyes.

- They're hazel, right?
- I think so.

She was beautiful.

Not beautiful exactly, but...

...even better.

Then it's good
you didn't see her again.

Poor mom had changed a lot.

The problems, the worries...

The lack of money...

What about your dad?

He left a long time ago.

Have you been in Paris long?

I arrived this morning at 6.

You don't know anyone?

Aside from you, no.

What did your mother name you?

Catherine.

Do you have any luggage?

I wasn't sure I'd find you.
So I checked my bag.

I can't throw you out
in this weather. Well...

I'll see what I can do to help out.

Meanwhile, eat up.

Light as a feather.

So you lived in Marseille...

How did you make a living?

Mom worked as a secretary.

Well, well. She must have made
a lot of progress with her spelling.

She spent the last few months
in a hospital bed.

What did she die of?

There, there...

Here's my palace.

Office and master dining room...

This is the bedroom.

It's a bachelor's apartment.

But it's as good as Versailles.

With Mrs. Jules my Minister
of Cleaning...

As if I don't have enough to do.

I was just kidding.

This will be your bedroom.
Well...

- It's my mother's bedroom.
- I wouldn't want to bother her.

She rarely visits.
She runs a little inn in the suburbs.

Clear off that bed.

What a temper.

Use this wardrobe and
that dresser over there

for your personal things.

Thank you.

- You're not exactly rolling in it.
- Definitely not.

- Who's this?
- Mom.

- The last photo she took.
- I wouldn't have recognized her.

You look more like
the way I remember her.

That's not her.

Who asked you?
Off you go.

Think you'll like it here?

Here I am being informal with you.

True, you could be my daughter.

- That doesn't bother me, Mr. Chatelin.
- Oh, no. Don't call me Mr. Chatelin.

- What, then?
- I don't know. Call me...

Dad. Obviously.

That's enough.

No, call me André.
We're sort of related.

I'd like that.

Good. I'm off to take a nap.
You see, I get up very early.

If I don't catch some Z's
after lunch, I don't feel well.

- See you in a bit.
- Mr. Chatelin...

What did we agree?

André...

Ah. What is it?

Thank you.

So I have him in a bind.
All those lost vegetables.

That drove the prices up.

Of course, I had taken my precautions.

My supplier had just sent me
3 tons of beans.

So no need to tell you that
old Bouyer got himself cleaned out.

- Yeah, you're a real profiteer.
- Go on. Guess how much is in here.

- Good night, Mr. Janvier. Madam.
- Good night.

- Is your little girl better? - Yes, it was
nothing serious, thank you. Good night.

So how was your day?

I assisted on a lobotomy.

It almost went bad.
The guy flatlined.

So, adrenaline,
crash cart, the works.

Mr. Chatelin.

Is something wrong?

No, everything was perfect.

The kidney was divine.

But Group Captain is getting restless.

He ordered dessert,
and they're keeping him waiting.

What did Group Captain order?

The chef's special cake,
with a drop of maraschino.

I'll get on it right away.

For God's sake, the duchess is
cooling her heels. Get a move on!

Here, Catherine,
let me introduce you.

Gérard Delacroix, my best friend.

Catherine, fresh from Marseille.

A gift from my ex-wife.
I'll explain later.

Keep him company.
You're practically brother and sister.

By the way, I heard about
the practice of a doctor who's retiring.

- Isn't that up your alley?
- I'm not there yet.

I'm thinking of your future.

Well, Chatelin?

Cake for the mutt,
with a drop of maraschino.

You still haven't told me
how much is in there.

I don't know.
15 or 16 thousand.

You lost.
22 thousand.

- Go on, pour me one.
- One good turn...

So, little sister...

- Student?
- I had to drop out.

- Not enough money.
- Money is a shameful disease.

Without Chatelin
I'd have stopped too.

- Are you family?
- No.

- But he sort of adopted me.
- Like me, tonight. - Yes.

I did have a relative,
of the rich uncle variety.

He disinherited me. So I work nights at
Les Halles. I don't owe anyone anything.

Let's talk about you.

It's not interesting.

I'm 20, an orphan.
I lost my mother 8 days ago.

You see, it's not very thrilling.

What will you do in Paris?

Look for work.

- Is the duchess satisfied?
- It was divine. Sublime.

Thank you, Madam duchess.
Excuse me.

I live in a hotel
in the Latin Quarter.

A neat little room
on the 6th floor.

- Alone?
- No.

With my books. And all the Paris roofs
when I open my window.

- No girl friends?
- Yes, many.

Chimneys are my girlfriends.

We meet when I go get fresh air.
After studying for hours.

But chimneys are awful.

Not the ones in
the old quarters of Paris.

- Do you know Paris?
- No, not at all.

We could do something some time.

Go out together.

Why not?

I have to run.
I must get a little sleep.

Let's go, César.

He's yours?

He's beautiful.

You've made a conquest.

He doesn't make friends easily.

Right, César?

So...
We're all acquainted?

- Yes, but I must leave unfortunately.
- Go get some sleep.

- Good night, Miss.
- Miss? Call her Catherine.

- Good night, Catherine.
- Good night.

- Good night.
- Good night, sonny.

Come on, César. Let's go.

- He's a nice kid, no?
- Yes...

You know him well?

I'll say.

Thank you.

Hey! Good morning, Catherine.

- Up already?
- Yes.

- Did you sleep well?
- Yes.

- Won't you have a croissant?
- No, thanks.

They're good.

Especially with this Chatelin jam,
made with pure sugar. Try it.

No thanks, really.
I'd like to be useful.

- Doing what?
- Let me buy the flowers today.

If you like.

But careful. Get only scentless flowers.
No roses, especially.

- We must not bother the customers.
- Very well.

- Here.
- Thanks, I'm off.

She doesn't talk much.

- But she's nice, no?
- Did I say otherwise?

If only her mother
had been like her.

What that bitch put you through...

She had her good qualities.

Perhaps. But I was not around
to appreciate those qualities.

Yes, but we still had
some good times together.

Hi.

- Morning.
- Sleep well?

Oh, I never sleep well
the first night in a strange room.

I must have sounded like an idiot
last night, with that chimney business.

- No, not really.
- It's your fault.

A little face like yours
makes people dumb.

You've figured out what I think of you,
right? No need to paint you a picture.

- You don't waste time, do you?
- Life is short.

Well?

Look, I'm giving you 8 days.
Not one more.

- To do what?
- To say yes or no.

To what question?

Are you for or against
the Delacroix dynasty?

What nerve.

Mr. Chatelin's a great guy, eh?

A real man.

You'll like it here.

I feel a bit awkward.

Awkward?
Why?

I don't know.

Mr. Chatelin is odd.

He's so different in private
than he is in public.

That's news.

If you don't know what to do with them,
marry them off to each other.

- Morning, Mr. Chatelin.
- Morning.

I came to fetch my bike.

So I see.

Well, then, see you soon.

Soon? You mean tomorrow night as usual.
You're coming with us to Lagny, no?

- If you don't mind.
- Of course I mind.

Idiot.
Don't forget we're eating here first.

- OK. Bye.
- Bye.

Nope.

- Flowers are that way.
- Thanks.

So, everything ok?

Worried.

Worried?
About what?

Mom told me.
Your mother was rough on her.

You know, mothers- and daughters-in-law.

Mrs. Chatelin is a real cop.

Nonsense.
I do what I want with her.

Did you warn her?

No. It's so hard to
explain things over the phone.

Ah, there's mom.
Wait for me here.

Can't you add?

I was beginning to lose hope.

According to the papers,
I serve 60 covers a day.

The article wasn't bad, but I think
you're even better than they said.

- No doubt. How are you?
- I'm fine.

Nice turnout tonight.

Yes, I can't complain.

Oh, by the way...

- Do you know that Gabrielle is dead?
- Gabrielle?

- Which Gabrielle?
- Well?

No one's loss.

Didn't she have a daughter?

Exactly.
It's that girl over there.

Catherine.

Mom, meet Catherine.

Hello.

Hello, child.

What, not even a hug?

Are you visiting Paris?

Yes, as it happens,

she had nowhere else to go. So I thought
she could stay with us just a few days...

Eh?

I understand.

- Hello, Mrs. Chatelin.
- Hello, my dear.

- And the exam?
- Monday.

Ham sandwich, mint liqueur.

Go have a fun.
You have a partner waiting.

Shall we?

- With your permission.
- Yes.

César, sit.

So what do you think?

I feel uneasy.

She gives me a chill.

Don't start again
like with Gabrielle.

You're defending her?

She didn't cheat on you enough?

Maybe if you had made
any kind of effort...

What I did, I did for your good.
And I don't regret it.

Now you're blaming me?

Do you feel better now?
She was nice to you.

With Chatelin here, I wasn't worried.

You don't seem
to know him very well.

My turn, now.

You dance well.

I can waltz with the best of them.
The young'uns can wait in line.

- What were you two talking about?
- You.

About me?
Well...

Knowing him,
he had only good things to say.

Scruples aren't exactly common
among young men of 20.

In any case, I don't care
for young people.

- Good night, mom.
- Good night, my boy.

- Sleep well.
- Thanks.

Come in.

- Am I disturbing you?
- No.

- Need anything?
- No.

Say, I wanted to tell you...

You shouldn't worry.
Everything's fine with mom.

You look funny like this.

Good night.

Listen, I wanted to ask what you meant
earlier about young men without scruples.

What did Gérard tell you?

It's natural for a boy his age
to court you, but...

I don't see how he could say
bad things about me.

Bad things? Not at all.

It's just that...

You must have misunderstood.

Surely.

- Good night.
- Good night, André.

Come on, come on.

- Morning, Catherine.
- Morning, Gérard.

- Today's the day you give me an answer.
- You gave me 8 days. It's only been 2.

- God only needed 7 to make the world.
- After much reflection.

You don't need any.
So, yes or no?

No, give me some time.
Let's go join Mr. Chatelin.

Wait.

- Don't you think it bothers him to see
us together? - Why would it?

- I don't know. Just a thought.
- Did he say something to you?

- Yes, last night in my room.
- In your room?

He came in. I was already in bed.
You can imagine my surprise.

- He sat down on my bed.
- So what?

He's always been good to you.

I was quite ill last year.
I wouldn't be here without him.

That makes it even stranger.

- It's as if...
- What?

I don't know. It's as if he regrets
what he's done for you.

Regrets?
How could he have said that?

Why would I lie to you?

What?

No greetings?

Well...

At this rate, I won't catch anything.

Hand me the maggots.

Well...

What do you say?

True, there's not much to say
to an old man like me.

You like playing up your age?

Well, you know...

I have no more illusions
on that subject.

Youth isn't a matter of age.

Yes, but...
I wouldn't mind being 20 years younger.

I've already told you. I don't like the
young. They're selfish and ungrateful.

Come on, César. Let's go.

Meaning him?

No, not just him.
I have no interest in them.

Here, put this on your shoulders.

I loved your mother very much, you know.

I used to bring her here.
And she would sit there like you are.

It's funny. I could swear it's her.

Here's the beginning of our fish fry.

Hand me the bucket.

- Aren't you cold?
- No.

It's nice of you
to keep me company.

When you've lived in poverty
as long as I did with mom and...

...with the two of us all alone,
it's wonderful to find a man like you.

Now, now...

You have been listening to Jean-François
Vadistilly's Symphony No. 9.

Here now is Jean Vienert's Concerto
for Orchestra and Nightingale.

What is she doing?

It's her way of killing chickens.
Says she learned it from her father.

Hey lovebirds,
are they biting for you?

"Lovebirds?"
Ha.

That old guy must be blind, no?

Bundle up.
The morning fog is cold, you know.

I'm happy.

About what?

About being here.

I'd like to stay like this forever.

Sure. But at this rate, we'll have to
kiss our fish fry goodbye.

- Goodbye, Chatelin.
- Goodbye.

They're wearing me out...

Didn't Catherine come down for lunch?

- She said she wasn't hungry.
- Is she sick?

She's really doing a number on you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I have here a woolen dress,
a knit dress and an overcoat.

Would you please sign the bottom?

Thank you.

- Here.
- Thanks.

- It's all about her now.
- What did I tell you?

Men start to lose it around 50.

What are you doing?

I think it's better for me to go.

Better? What do you mean?

I feel like I'm in the way here.

Did someone mouth off to you?

- Was it Amédée?
- Oh, he's such a good kid.

So it's Antoinette.

Plus I'm crowding your personal life.

What's this nonsense?
Where did you get such an idea?

To stay here doing nothing is
to abuse your generosity.

Where will you go?

I was offered work in an office.
I accepted.

Without telling me.

I'd rather leave.

You dislike me that much?

I can't be much fun
for a girl your age.

But still...

It's better this way.

Better for whom?

For me.

Even if I'm unhappy.

I see.

Starting today, you're working here.
I'm the boss, aren't I?

Well?

Agreed?

What is this, Râble de lapin?

It's the back and rear of the rabbit.

Oh, lovely.
The part I'm down on.

The bottom.
Bring us some lapin for everyone.

That's 4 saddles.

You have an excellent wine cellar.

Excellent indeed.

You list the Château Yquem
for 19.45 Francs?

No, sir. That's the year.
The price is 23.50 Francs.

- Hey, that's about 6 bucks. It ought to
be good. Bring us... - A Château Yquem.

Do you have any Coca-Cola
in your cellar?

No, Madam. This is a restaurant,
not a drug store.

Did you hear what he said?

Coca-Cola...

Scratch the Château Yquem,
and slip them a Monbazillac.

At 4 Francs, it'll save them some money.

This isn't Massachusetts.

Go ahead.
How much?

Leave me alone,
you and your money.

Old Chatelin sure picks
some lovely cashiers.

I'm sorry about that.
Thank you.

Are you looking for a table?
I'm sorry, but we're full.

Amédée, Germaine!

Come lend a hand unloading.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Mrs. Aristide just called.

She has a cold.
She's not coming today.

- It's been 8 days. We know already.
- I guess.

- No other calls?
- No.

Tell me, Amédée.
Have you seen Gérard?

No, boss.

That's odd.
We haven't heard from him since Sunday.

I could tell coming back from Lagny
that something wasn't right.

If the street isn't clean in 5 minutes,
I'm getting my commander.

Somebody's full of pep today.

Come on, everyone.
Let's grab some brooms.

And to think that Mrs. Jules
was speaking of marriage.

- Whose?
- Yours and Gérard's.

Then she doesn't know me.

And you?

Me what?

Do you ever think
about getting married?

- Oh, at my age...
- It's an obsession.

Do you know a woman
who would have me?

At least one.

Well, I can just picture everyone's faces
if I brought in a new boss.

Why do you always worry
about what others think?

Look what's happening with Gérard.

Oh, I've had my fill of women.

They're not all bad.

Yes.

Absolutely, sir.

2 for 12:30.

Very well, sir.

That was Mr. Prévost.

Here's one who doesn't give
a damn about appearances.

He's 60 and only marries minors.
Well, "marries..."

She'll be famous, Chatelin.
She has a lot of talent.

Don't be modest, kitty.
A lot of talent.

I'm plotting to get her
into the Academy.

The Beaux-Arts won't say no to me.
I'm in sugar after all.

Baby loves his little kitty.

Baby gave his kitty
a nice lump of sugar.

I'm off to the powder room.

Excuse me, Mr. Prévost,
but I'd like to ask you a question.

Doesn't it bother you to be seen
so often with young girls?

On the contrary, it's very flattering.
And youth is such a lovely thing.

- Who would ever blame you?
- Yes, but what about the rest?

- The rest? - Yes.
- Very honorable. Very.

And I have 10 years on you.
So the hell with the envious.

- I'm off to the bank.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

What are you waiting for?

Catherine.
I must speak to you.

Excuse me.

I must speak to you.
Won't you listen?

It's over, don't you get it?
It's over.

Very well then.
You'll remember me.

- What happened? - It's a man!
- He must have slipped.

- I didn't even see him!
- No, he jumped in front of your car.

What is it?

- Oh, It's you, miss.
- It's an accident.

The lady arrived.
She's upstairs, room 10.

It's as if he didn't see the truck...

You gave me a fright.

Looks like Armand.

You gave him my address.

- How was I to live after you left?
- I sent you money.

Along with your drugs.

That's horrible.

Dead men don't talk.

Monster!

You're a monster.

I'm so tired.

Dear God, I'm so tired...

And it's cold in that train...

in this hotel...

You didn't even come for me
this morning at the station.

You haven't even kissed me.

Come on, tell me.

You gave him my regards?

Yes.

You delivered my eulogy?

What did he say?

- Is that so? - What?
- He said, "Is that so?"

Just like that?

You're lying.
He didn't cry?

I'm sure he still loves me.
What an idiot.

I bet you if he saw me again...

Look what you've become.

Wicked, wicked girl.

He's remarried?

No.

He has a son.

No kidding.

Well, not exactly a son,
but just like one.

He's sure to have an heir.

He has money then?

- Looks like it to me?
- A lot of it?

Enough.

And he's aged?

Less than you.

How did he treat you?

- Like his daughter.
- Brilliant.

- When's the wedding?
- It's not that easy.

I had to get the so-called son
out of the way first.

I think it's set finally.

You must marry him, you hear? There's
no other way. We've burned all our bridges.

Whose fault is that? I was minding
your lovers barely out of grade school.

- You mean stealing them.
- Which served your purposes.

At least I have loved.
You don't know what love is.

Love...

It's filth.

I've had it up to here with love.

I want a full belly
and clean clothes.

I want quiet and peace of mind.

I want to forget
what kind of mother you were.

What kind?

- To hear you, I was some sort of pimp.
- Enough with the drama.

Here's some money.

- That's it? What's this?
- This is for when I'm Mrs. Chatelin.

- And I control the till.
- You won't hear from me again.

I'll disappear into the fog.

You can just send me
my monthly money order.

Until then, I have to
watch my step.

Do you think it will work?

He's got to pay.
It's his fault we're reduced to this.

He's too full of scruples
to decide.

- Pretend you're leaving him.
- I've tried that.

- He simply stopped me.
- Then leave for real.

They only start to run
when you leave them.

"Don't hold this against me.

"I don't have the strength
to continue to live near you.

"You think of me as a child.
But I'm no longer a child.

"...my feelings for you...
the love that I feel...

"...but since nothing is possible
between us..."

She's gone, eh?

- Good. She didn't belong here.
- None of your business.

It's done. Your gossipy lot has
finally won. Happy now?

- Watch it, you little snot.
- Damnit.

Who is it?

It's you?

I was on my way to see you.
You've been scarce lately.

I have exams.

You've had exams before,
and we still saw you.

I hate to be a bother.

Is that so? There wouldn't be
another reason by any chance?

What reason?

Catherine, for example. Maybe she
made you mad, stood you up on a date?

What's it to you if I did see her again?
Are you jealous?

You little idiot.

- Will Miss Catherine be here tomorrow?
- No idea.

I worked out something today,
but I won't be able to come tomorrow.

Will we see her tomorrow?
My sister-in-law is visiting...

- What do I care about your sister-in-law?
- I was just letting you know.

- If Miss Catherine isn't back tomorrow...
- She won't be back.

- Who asked you?
- So what? I won't miss her.

Okay, enough.

I said 100 times
not to leave pots there.

I didn't do it, boss.
It was you.

- So I don't know what I'm doing?
- I didn't do it.

- And what if I fired you?
- If it calms you down.

Then get the hell out.
I'm giving you your 8 days notice.

What are you doing here?
What do you want?

- Everything on the menu.
- What?

It's a gift from a lady.

She had lost a cute little bracelet.
And Gégène...

(I'm Gégène.) He was just walking by.
He only had to bend down to pick it up.

And the lady slipped Gégène
a beautiful new bank note.

A 50.

I don't turn down a 50.

But the restaurant is closed now.
The fires are out. I can't serve you.

- I'm out of luck.
- Afraid so.

- A friend gave me your address.
- Ah?

The president.

We know each other.

Maybe you could still slip me
a bottle of red and a Camembert?

Germaine, please take care
of this gentleman.

- Give him what he wants.
- Thanks, boss. - Bye.

Good night, Mrs. Jules.

Good night, Amédée.

- Later, Gaston.
- 'Night, buddy.

Amédée.

- You don't say good night?
- Good night, boss.

- See you tomorrow as usual?
- Yes, boss.

- Words don't matter. Only work counts.
- Of course, boss.

- See you tomorrow?
- See you tomorrow.

- Will you be late?
- As always.

- See you, then.
- See you.

Oh, it's you.

You know I'm always there
when you need me.

That old owl Mrs. Jules
must have phoned you.

She told me you weren't doing well.
So...

My poor Dédé.
It's better that she left.

- You think so?
- You're no longer 20, you poor man.

Weren't you miserable enough
with the mother?

You want to do this again?
Well, I don't want to see you miserable.

- She doesn't like you seeing me either.
- Me? After I sacrificed so much for you?

I'll tell you what the problem is. You're
jealous. Just like you were of Gabrielle.

Jealous.
Because I see clearly.

You think I'm blind? I got it
the first day. Remember what you said?

"She chills me."
That's because you don't know her.

I'll tell you one thing.
If I find her again...

No one will stop me doing what I want.
Not even you. You get me?

That said, I wish you a good evening.
I'm going to get some fresh air.

André.

What are you doing here?

I'm completely drunk.

Well, how about that.
Come on, let's go.

Get up.
Help yourself, come on.

I can't.

Come here, get up.

Come on, get up.

Were you sad?

I did too.

I drank to forget.

Get up, Catherine.

I can't.
Help me.

Stand up.

Hold yourself, come on.

I'm all alone.
I need help.

André...

My darling...

Be still. Come on.

No, don't go.
Don't leave me alone.

Come on.

Get dressed and go away.
He can't find you here when he gets back.

I can't forgive you for the way
my son spoke to me yesterday.

André asked me to stay.

I don't care.

I'll leave if you're sure
it will make him happy.

I'm sure of one thing.
You won't make him happy.

Back at it again?

Your mother's right, André.

Good God, you treat me like a kid.
I will do what I want.

- I'm fed up with your useless advice.
- Have you no shame?

She needs no lessons and takes no orders.
She's worth more than all of you.

- Then marry her if she's so remarkable.
- What would stop me?

That's just great.
Marry your wife's daughter.

- I will if she'll have me, the hell with
appearances. - You're completely insane.

It's true. I'm really fed up with
people getting into my business.

She's your mother, André.

Tell me.
Would you agree to be my wife?

What a question.

But... there's one condition.

Which one?

Be nice to your mother.

Go ahead. Go on.

Come on, mom. Let's make up.

You've made your choice.
You no longer need me.

Listen, it's no big...

I pity you.

CLOSED for a MARRIAGE

Pike dumplings, Chatelin style.

You're going to love it.

Gewürtzraminer 1928.

A great year.

A marriage without friends
doesn't seem too sad to you?

It was fine. But if it was like that every
night, I wouldn't be able to give you this.

Oh, André.

My celebration is to
be alone with you tonight.

But what will they say
about not being invited?

Well, they'll say...

Good morning, Mrs. Chatelin.
Congratulations, Mrs. Chatelin.

- And your mother?
- Oh, I'll work things out with mom.

I hope so with all my heart.

You're sweet.

I forgot to tell you. I invited Gérard
to stop by and have a coffee with us.

I'm glad you did.

I've thought of him as my son for too long
to fall out with him for no good reason.

You're forgiving.

So, how do you like my dumplings?

Not bad.

Not bad? The lady doesn't
know what she's talking about.

No other chef in the world
could pull that off.

Have some.

No, Madam. Tonight I'm the maître d'.

Chef, assistant,
sommelier to serve Madam.

And that is why I recommend
that Madam continue with

the coq au vin, sautéed in olive oil
and a mirepoix deglazed with blood,

garnished with caramelized pearl onions,
bacon and button mushrooms,

served with country potatoes stuffed
with chestnuts, parsley and foie gras.

Sounds perfect.

And it's all paired with

a... a light burgundy.

Please send in the sommelier.

Sommelier, you're wanted.

Here we go.
One coq au vin special.

Here you are.

Allow me to introduce Mrs. Chatelin.
Gérard Delacroix.

Go ahead, give her a kiss.

It's nice of you to come.

- I thought that...
- Cut it out. Have you eaten? - No.

Well, take off your coat
and sit down.

I'm cooking up some good stuff.

Here. While you're waiting,
have a sip of this.

Let's drink.

To friendship.

To love.

Ok, I have to leave you.
I'm working tonight.

Here we go.
Another coq au vin special.

You must despise me.

- I was forced to marry him.
- Forced?

Yes, I'll explain later.

I don't believe you.

I've never loved
anyone but you, Gérard.

I didn't come here to be mocked.

Give my excuses to Chatelin.

Congratulations.

Gérard.

What's going on?

What a horrid little man.

He came to insult me.

To insult you?

- What did you tell her? - Me?
- Yes, what did you say, you bastard?

- Every time I turn my back, you're at it
again. - That's not true. - Shut up.

Get out of here.
I don't want to see you again.

He'll never set foot here again,
I promise you.

It's my fault
you're losing your best friend.

With a bastard like that,
it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Well, sit down and eat.
Your dumplings are getting cold.

What are you looking at?

It's funny.

Here we are, husband and wife.
And we barely know each other.

It's because you don't say much.

You neither.

I'm easy to get to know.

My little routine. The customers.
That's really about it.

Until not very long ago,
I was just a little girl.

A lovely little girl.

To start, we have
shrimp in wine sauce,

the house special meat pie and the chef's
delicious terrine. Plus roasted ortolans.

Are the radishes crunchy?

Yes.

- A radish.
- A radish.

Then what? The daily special,
the Duke's ballotine, the coq au vin?

Some kidney?

Egg. Boiled. One.

Rare?

Softish. 3 and 3/4 minutes.

For the wine, a Jeanson '47?

Vittel water.

Plain or reserve?

Reserve.

Really splurging, eh?

Yes, life is short.
Best to enjoy it.

Here we go. A radish starter
followed by a soft-boiled egg.

- Did you get a complaint?
- No.

Let's see.

- Bonnacorsi. You know this guy?
- I've never seen him before.

- Why send you this?
- No idea.

- Chef.
- Sir?

A dab of butter,
to liven up my radish.

It's included.

Would you like anything, Mr. Bonnacorsi?

Mario Bonnacorsi. Fruit juices.

Pleased to meet you.

- Is the cashier girl from Marseille?
- Yes.

I knew her there.
So I took the liberty.

- Mr. Chatelin.
- Madam?

Are those kidneys coming?

- Right away.
- Go take care of the lady.

Pick-up.

Order up.

Excuse me, sir.
I'd like to ask you a question.

I didn't mean to
get the girl in trouble.

Are you sure
you're not mistaken?

That's not impossible. But when
you've known her mother like I have...

- You knew her mother?
- Gabrielle? You bet I knew her.

It was a very lively house.
Nonstop fun.

And impeccably honest.

Thank you.

Now, this is just between us men.

You should hold on
to a cashier like her.

She's a great kid.

Oh, don't worry.

The regiment of Sambre and Meuse...

Goodbye.

Well? Am I moving today?

Don't tell me he's given you no money
in the 3 weeks you've been married.

I've had enough
of this luxury hotel.

- Good news. You can start packing.
- Not a minute too soon.

Smells good.

Remember Bonnacorsi? Mario.

Mr. Fruit Juice? Who was always singing
"The Regiment of Sambre and Meuse?"

The regiment of Sambre and Meuse...

Go on, laugh. He came to the
restaurant at lunch. He recognized me.

- He spoke to André.
- He'd never say anything bad about you.

- Mario had a thing for you.
- Are you listening to yourself?

André grilled me for an hour
about our life in Marseille.

I held firm, but I could see in his eyes
that he didn't believe me.

He'll investigate, and once he has proof
that we tricked him, it's divorce.

Our great con will have been for nothing.
The hunt for money will begin again.

Yes...

You get a kick out of watching Mario
sing "Regiment" in a tutu. But I don't.

But those were the good times.

Shivering in cold rooms,

teeth chattering 8 days out of 10.
You call that good times?

No. Now I know
what good times are.

I've been living it for a month.
I will not give it up.

So?

So...
There's no other solution.

Better a widow than a divorcee,
get it?

Widow?

Yes. Widow.

Already playing
the unfaithful wife?

With you, why not?

Don't count on me
for that particular game.

- I'm so unhappy, Gérard.
- Well, well...

At what stage are you?
Insults? Blows?

- I'm ashamed I married him.
- No one forced you.

If you think it's easy to fend for
yourself when you're alone and penniless.

No dime novel excuses. You made
your choice between Chatelin and me.

- But I was not free to choose.
- Too bad.

Now it's too late.

I was wrong to come.

Come on, Catherine.
What's going on?

Are these real tears?

I was wrong to confide in you.

I thought you were my friend.

Friend?

Then help me.

What can I do?

He's awful to me.
I can't bear him any longer.

His behavior,
his jealousy, his violence.

You don't know
the kind of man he is.

Yet I thought I knew him.

Goodbye then, Gérard.

Since you don't believe me.

Catherine.

Chatelin was my friend.

He was very good to me. Whatever he may
have done since, I cannot betray him.

Please try to understand.

Well...

He's on edge.

If you don't want your wife
nagging you,

don't get married,
don't get married.

Turn around.
Show some respect.

- You were at the bank?
- No.

I was at Gérard's.

I haven't always been
honest with you.

I lied when you asked me yesterday
about the customer from Marseille.

I knew him.

I was embarrassed to admit
that mom used to live with him.

- Oh, your mother, you know...
- He wasn't a bad man.

He made the house fun.

And I was just a child at the time.

Yes, but that doesn't tell me
why you were at Gérard's.

I was hoping to
patch things up between you.

I can see how much
your quarrel hurts you.

Did you succeed?

No.

- He said some terrible things to me.
- What?

Come on, tell me.

According to him,
you forced me to marry you.

He can't accept that a girl of my age
could love a man of your age.

- That's all?
- He finds it vile.

- Oh?
- I didn't want to tell you.

He hasn't stopped harassing me
since I've known you.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I didn't want to bother you.

I thought he'd stop
after we were married.

Hello.

Don't worry, we'll take care of it.
I promise he'll leave you alone.

Yes.

Mr. Émile Marceau?

Good morning, counselor.

10 covers for tonight?
Very well.

What are you in the mood for?

Duckling in mushroom sauce?

Perfect.

See you tonight.

Goodbye, counselor.

Amédée.

Start preparing a cold marinade,
and some truffled foie gras.

Don't worry. He'll get his in the morning.
Then I swear he'll leave you alone.

From now on, be kind enough
to stay away from Catherine.

Bothered by witnesses?

No, what bothers me is
the hypocrisy of bastards like you.

Don't look so above-it-all.
I'll smash your face in.

- You're not afraid to look ridiculous?
- I'll show you ridiculous.

You want some more?

Mr. Chatelin, what are you doing?
Come on, stop it.

Come on, calm down.

- What's the matter, Chatelin?
- Nothing, nothing.

Help me! Help me!

I'm dying.

Will you stop screaming?

You have to get a doctor.

And my daughter.
I want to see my daughter.

Where's your daughter?

Mrs. Chatelin.

Is this your daughter?

She's completely out of it.

Here's your prairie juice.

Laugh it up, but
the inventor of milk is a great man.

- What inventor?
- The prime minister, of course.

You sure are a funny guy.

Yes, this is the place.

What do you want
with Mrs. Chatelin?

Where?

Hotel du Charolais?

What for?

You can count on me.

What a mess.

- I'm here on behalf of Mrs. Chatelin.
- Room 10.

And tell her I can't keep her here.
This is a respectable hotel.

Madam.

Madam.

Gabrielle.

Listen to me.

Gabrielle, answer me for God's sake.

By the way, the gentleman came.

What gentleman?

Who came here?
Was it Mario?

Was Bonnacorsi the one who came?

Answer me.

Was it the doctor?
Was it the guy who brings you drugs?

Where are they?

No.

No, he didn't come.
They're not here.

He didn't come.

Come on, try to remember.

Why are you pushing me around?

I didn't do anything wrong.

What if it was him?

Why are you so worried?

He's become a big shot,
don't you get it?

He's capable of anything.

Of what?

Of killing?

What an idea.

In any case,
he didn't strangle me.

He has these tiny hands.

Even if he kills me,
I'd still be rid of him.

Are you crazy?

The hardest part is done.

Now that you're a lady
you want to give up?

He's the dead weight, not you.

If only he could have
a little accident.

Can you picture yourself?

As a widow. With a black veil.
You wouldn't look bad.

An accident?
You could wait forever...

Yes, but something that's well planned.
No... no improvisation.

What kind of accident?

Wait a minute.

Just the other day...

Yes... I had an idea.

It's something I read.
Wait...

It was in the newspaper.

That's it.
The newspaper.

First I have find out
if it was him.

What do you mean I shouldn't have called?
Maybe I should have called an ambulance?

- It was him.
- Here it is. I knew it.

"Confused by darkness,
a Parisian merchant

"drove his car into the Seine
and drowned.

"Police... police believes it
to be an accident."

But it's not.

- How do you know?
- I made it up.

But it's the truth.
I worked it out.

The car didn't fall in by itself.
It was pushed.

And the guy at the wheel...

Asleep.
You get it?

All drugged up. And no trace of
those who pushed him in. Get it?

An accident.

Wait.

Tomorrow he's taking me
to Lagny to visit his mother.

There's a towpath on the way.
It's deserted.

Oh, I can't do this alone.
And drugged. With what?

- Chloroform?
- No. I saw plenty when I was in hospital.

Chloroform is useless.
First, it stinks.

Then it takes 5 minutes
to put the guy under.

And you have to ask his permission.
No, no.

There's another way.
Something with...

with ether.
What is it called again?

Something bromide. No.

Well, just wait for Isa.
He's coming soon.

He's bringing my ampoules.
He'll know. Plus he can get anything.

You're hurt.

He did that
this morning in Les Halles.

You see?
He's being a brute even to you.

He rang my bell.

He scares me.

I'm afraid to go home.

I had a strange dream
the other night.

We were in the country,
holding hands.

We were watching him sleep.

He was lying down,
eyes closed, arms behind his head.

There was a large black fly
walking around on his face.

I called his name.
He didn't answer.

He was dead.

So the two of us started to laugh,
like two kids who just pulled a prank.

When I woke up and
felt him next to me...

he was lying on his side,
snoring... I...

I wanted to kill him.

- Why put off until tomorrow...
- Don't make jokes, Gérard.

There are days I wish
he'd have an accident.

If I could go home

and be told he's dead

it would be wonderful.

Free at last.

Free?

- You can't go back there. - You know
I have to go home. - That's impossible.

You're staying here.

I'll talk to him man to man.
I'll tell him the truth.

That too is impossible.

- He'll have to agree to a divorce.
- He'll never accept.

I can't stand to watch you suffer,
or the thought that you're his.

As long as he's alive,
he'll keep after me.

If I leave him, he'll kill me.

Well?

Well, I'm afraid.
I'm really afraid.

You're not alone.
I can protect you.

There is nothing we can do,
except to act like before.

Unless...

What are you thinking?

Sometimes, I dream...

If only I could count on you.

You love me?

- You know I do.
- Then it has to be him or me.

What do you mean?

There's no way out.
We must take action, right down the line.

If you refuse to help,
I'll do it by myself.

Because I love you

and I don't want to share.

What would you have me do?

If I called to you,
would you come?

If I call you

tomorrow, for example?

Tomorrow?

So we said the woodcock terrine,
the creamed cucumber, the shrimp gratin

the flambéed kidneys,
the poultry chaud-froid

a half bottle of burgundy and
some blood pudding to start.

- Doing better, I see.
- Oh yes.

- Get Lagny on the phone. - Right now?
- Yes, I need to talk to mother.

Now, now. Oh well, it's clear glass.
It's good luck.

Take care of this order for me.

- Hello, Chatelin.
- Take that table, Mr. Prévost.

May I, Miss?

- Miss Françoise Garbel, an old friend.
- Pleased to meet you, Miss.

- Mr. Chatelin. - Yes.
I'll be right with you.

Is it you, mom?

Hello.

Will you be home this afternoon?

Good, I'll stop by around 4.

No, nothing important.
But I must see you.

See you soon.

You're going to Lagny this afternoon?

Yes. You're coming with me.

But why not wait
until tomorrow Saturday?

Why?

I have to run some errands.

You can run them another day.

So you won't answer me.

Why are we going there?

- Well, are you coming out?
- I will when you tell why we're here.

Hello, mom.

Hello.

Now you, tell us about
your poor mother's funeral.

I want all the details.
All of them.

The viewing, the hearse, the undertakers,
the choirboys, and the tears.

Especially the tears.

Come on, André.

Her mother.

I'll have you know
she's as alive as you and I.

- I've seen her with my own eyes.
- Alive? - Yes.

That's a good one.

Yes, alive. But...

in what kind of shape?

You know the truth.
I have nothing to add.

But what is the meaning of all this?

How could the idea
for all those lies get into your heads?

Are you women or mental patients?

When you're starving to death,
all ideas are good ones.

Do like everyone else. Roll up your
sleeves and work. What about that idea?

You can imagine Gabrielle
rolling up her sleeves?

Her skirt, yes.

It's not your place to judge her.

I've seen her at work.

Your malice is the cause of everything.
You're the one who ruined her life.

Even if that were true,
why all those lies?

For God's sake, why the lies?

Mom planned it all.

Even her death?

- Nothing was possible without her death.
- Yes, I would have never gone for it.

Well?

In Marseille, she got into drugs.

Well, well.
Just what she needed.

No, please let her go on.
I really need to understand this.

And then?

And then the friends, the protectors.
Everything fell apart.

- Then she told me about you.
- Yes, the sucker.

She was convinced
you hadn't forgotten her.

So you came to see
if the cuckold was dead.

She was in luck.

And you? You coldly went along with
all those lies, this marriage.

At first, yes.

And then you were so good to me...

You'll get a divorce, eh?

And then send all this riff-raff
back to Marseille, and quickly.

Is that so? And have the whole
neighborhood laugh at me?

As if the neighborhood
weren't laughing already?

This is all a bit much.

I don't have time to mind her.

I have to get back. Tomorrow
night is the dinner of the 100 Club.

I can't miss it.

Okay, then... Listen.

We'll have time Sunday
to take a cold look at the situation.

Until then, keep an eye on her here.

You can count on me.

I'll be back tomorrow
after dinner, around 11.

We'll figure out what to do.

- André.
- Goodbye.

You're on a hunger strike?

As you wish, my child.

I wouldn't mourn your death.

It's not clean.

And your hair needs combing.

A slattern, like your mother.

And just as wanton.

You have to stay here.
Just my luck.

What's so funny?

I'm thinking of
the name mom gave you.

What was it?

"Cowhide."

Piece of trash.

I've tamed worse than you.

Wait, are you out of your mind?

What business is this of yours?
I'm giving you your 8 days notice.

I'll break you in, my child.

- Good morning, Ma'am.
- Good morning.

That hurt, eh?
That old swine.

I won't be here much longer.

- Can I ask you a favor?
- Yes, dear. Just to piss her off.

- I need to phone my husband.
- Then hurry. She just went out.

They're bound to ask about
coronary diseases. Go on.

The most important are
the mitral valve diseases:

MS,

- incompetence, and even mitral disease.
- And then?

- In infants, cyanotic heart disease...
- Yes, but you must follow an outline.

Mr. Gérard, telephone.

I'll be right back.

Is it you?

Listen, I don't have much time.
He has me locked up in Lagny.

You must come tonight.

At 10.

Listen carefully.

500 meters before the inn, on the
towpath, there's a big cross.

Yes, there's a cross.
I'll be there.

At 10.

Come, please come.

I have to go. She's here.
See you tonight.

Thank you.

Don't hesitate to ask.

Can you lend me
your car tonight?

- Taking your girl out?
- Yes. - OK.

- But careful with the brakes. Victoria
only stops with her engine. - Yes, yes.

- Where were we?
- I told you. You need an outline.

Ma'am, someone over there
is asking for you.

You came.

- I was sure you'd come.
- What's going on?

They locked me up and
whipped me to the quick.

- Who?
- He and his mother.

He left for Paris, but
he's coming back any minute.

So we have to act quickly.
We can't back down.

Kill your headlights.

- But why?
- Kill your lights.

Here he is.
Come.

Come.

- César.
- Come here, César.

He's terribly early.
He said he wouldn't come until 11.

Listen. You have to stop him.
Stand in the road and wave to him.

Tell him anything, that you came to make
up with him, that your car broke down.

Make him get out.
He has to get out.

Then bring him there, to your car.

Then I'll come.
You just need to hold him.

I have everything ready.
The police won't notice a thing.

We'll push the car into the canal.
Here he is.

It wasn't him.

- What did you want to do? - He knows
everything. He knows I'm your mistress.

- How did he find out?
- He's like a mad man.

That's why he took me to his mother's.
He's decided to kill me. And she agrees.

I don't want to die.
So you have to help me.

- To do what?
- To be rid of him. Right now.

- Don't you understand?
- What?

He's coming soon.
I'm asking you to be strong.

It's partly your fault
I'm in this mess.

- No more backing down.
- We could talk to him.

No, it's too late.

We'll finally be rid of him

We'll be able
to live a quiet life,

take a trip to Easter Island.
I'll inherit all his money.

- His money?
- Yes. He's very rich, you know.

You don't think I married him for
anything other than his money.

But you said
he forced you to marry.

Forced?
Yes, of course, forced.

He forced you or
you married him for his money?

No, but...
My mother planned it all.

Your mother?

But she's dead.

No, no.
I will explain.

Look at me.

When do you tell the truth?

You've always lied to me, eh?
From the very first day.

- To me, as to him.
- No, not to you.

Your lies drove Chatelin and me apart.
Is that it? I was in the way.

- You feared for the inheritance.
- No, that's not true.

You chose to marry,
planning to kill him.

You're insane.

You brought me here
to help get rid of him?

Thinking I'd be
an accomplice to murder?

Only because I love you.

You came to the wrong place.
I'm not a killer.

Come on, César.
Here.

Come, here.

Where are you going?

We'll see what you dare
to say in front of him.

- It's time he finally knew the truth.
- You won't do that.

I'm begging you, let's not go.

I don't want to see him again. I know
I've acted badly. But I did it all for you.

Because I love you.

I swear I'm not lying.

What are you doing?
Get out of the way.

You've got room.

Wait. I'll guide you through.

Give Lagny a call.
I won't be able to make it.

Tell my mother I'll come in the morning.
Then go check on the rabbit.

Let's raise our glasses

to the glory of our host tonight,
master chef André Chatelin.

All credit to him for orchestrating

the prestigious movements of
the culinary symphony

he composed just for us.

All hail his cuisine,

a cuisine that feeds the belly,
the heart, the spirit,

a cuisine that is very much ours,
a cuisine that is uniquely French.

Gentlemen,
long live France!

Move along, move along.

The dog kept barking all alone.
I didn't get it. I looked at the water.

I thought he was jawing at some fish.
Then I saw the car in the water.

- What's the matter?
- A car fell in the river.

- Hello, mom.
- Hello.

So how did it go?

She hasn't moved.
She has met her match.

She's upstairs in room 7.

Locked in.

Well?

What did you decide?

I thought it over.
I'm taking her back to Paris.

- They'll still take you for a ride.
- They can try. But my eyes are open now.

For example, that fight with Gérard.

At first I didn't get it.
But I do now.

The only thing to do is to have it out
in front of the mother and the kid.

You said, room 7?

Put on your coat.
We're leaving.

Come on, get a move on.

Oh.

Gérard is here?

I haven't seen him.

What's this one doing here?

Did Gérard come this morning?

As it happens, no.

They fished a car out of the water.

There's a body at the wheel.

Let's go.

Just a minute.

The poor kid.

- You knew him?
- Yes.

Probably got confused in the dark.
No sign of violence.

It must be an accident.
His name?

Gérard Delacroix.

Address?

University Hotel, rue des Musées.

And you?

And you?

In case we need more information.

André Chatelin,
10 rue Berger.

Phone?

Central, 1.

César.

César, come here.

César.

César.

Come here.

Let's go.

Sit here and write:

Sit down and write:

Go on.

Hurry up.

"Dear Mom,

"I am alone

"and not feeling well.

"I need to see you.

"Come quickly.

"Come quickly."

Go on.

Sign it.

Put the address on.

Hurry up.

Mrs. Jules.

Ah.

Here, deliver this right away.
It's just next door.

Take this dog away.

Call the dog.

Yes, speaking.

Who?

The Lagny police station?

Yes.

No, it doesn't ring a bell.

No, I don't know.

Goodbye.

Take the dog away.

Tell me.

There was someone with Gérard.

A blonde woman,
with a gray coat and a plaid scarf.

Eh?

It wasn't me.
I was locked in my room.

Oh yeah?

Get this dog out.
Get him out.

It was you.
You're the one who killed him.

You're the one who murdered him.
Yes, it was you.

She's coming. She's in a state.
I barely recognized her.

All right, enough ruckus.
Get out.

- Dirty brute.
- Out.

Go on, out.
Go nest somewhere else.

I don't want druggies here.
Get it?

We'll see if you won't clear out.

- He wants to throw me out.
- Let go of me! Let go!

Won't harm anyone again.

What is it?

What is it?

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