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709.

This was his room?

This was his room?

Yes.

And you took the one next door.

So, where did it happen?

His room or yours?

His.

Right here.

I want you to go to Europe and get him.

Europe's a big place.

I know where he is.

And bring me back his head.

His head?

I want to give it to my wife.

JOY HOUSE

You have a nice car.

Do you love me?

I love your car.

What about me?

You don't have a car.

Ciao!

See you tonight at dinner.

What floor, please?

Seven.

So, Don Juan?

You shouldn't have done that.

McKean is a jealous and powerful man.

His wife didn't warn you?

Go ahead.

McKean wants proof that you suffered.

Before...

Take another, to make sure.

That's a good one.

Did you call, sir?

Five whiskeys.

Very well, sir.

Go ahead, tell us.

McKean loves details.

I, Marc Paurel,

admit to have seduced the wife of the great McKean, who is a swine.

A real pig!

Be polite.

You're a pig, McKean!

Pack his clothes.

And don't forget anything.

Okay.

Pay his bill.

I seduced Diana McKean for the thrill of risk,

because she had a bank account and a heart of gold.

Hot water is a good trick.

It softens up tough guys and makes them sincere.

Isn't that true, Harry?

Yeah.

Well, the seducer is waking up.

Empty his pockets.

Address book.

Address book, very interesting.

Harry.

Give him his papers back.

McKean wants his mother to know.

What mother?

Hey, Frenchy.

I'm not French. I'm Corsican, like Napoleon.

That's all right. It's not your fault.

Is it much farther, your perfect location?

20 minutes.

You will surely get me, McKean.

But your wife hates you.

And I say, fuck you.

Nice heart, a little weak, but there's courage.

Why don't you keep the money? It's a gift.

You don't need it anymore.

And we never deal with trifles.

John, here comes the patsy.

Shoot! Forget Napoleon! Shoot!

Shoot! Shoot!

He's here someplace.

We've got to find him by dark.

- Maybe he drowned. - No, not that wild cat.

8:00 o'clock.

If he's smart, he'll wait till traffic's heavy.

Traffic or not traffic, he gotta come out.

There ain't no other road.

Look! Down there!

Are you nuts?

There he is!

What are you doing? You've got some nerve!

He won't get far.

Why not?

Where's he gonna go?

He hasn't got a dime.

SANCTU ARY OF REDEMPTION

My brothers, are you ready to appear before God?

Yes, of course, you are.

How can I be so certain?

Because night after night,

you come here to listen to the comforting words of the Bible

and the promise of a better life in the otherworld.

The kingdom of heaven awaits you.

Poverty is not a crime.

You are in last place, for now.

You are in last place.

But one day, you'll be the first, up above in heaven.

You're like those humble wild flowers that do not labor, yet I tell you,

King Solomon, in all his glory, was not as glorious.

Archimede, come help us, please.

Who are those ladies?

They're batty, real nut jobs.

But they bring us food.

You know, when I see them arrive with their bags, I start to salivate.

Boiled potatoes, mayonnaise, chicken, and bread rolls.

It's always the same.

Do you have someone, somewhere, that you'd like to write to?

Perhaps you'd like to write to someone?

Do you need an envelope?

Do you have someone that you'd like to write to?

Do you want an envelope?

Hey, it looks like they like you.

Why do you say they're crazy?

You don't read the papers, do you?

It happened two years ago.

I wasn't in France.

Oh, okay.

Because for trouble, there was trouble.

What kind of trouble?

The husband, an American millionaire,

called Hill,

was killed by a guy who had come to steal from him.

And who's the other one with her?

A nobody. She's the maid.

Yes, I see.

And a thousand thanks for all that you do for us.

And to you, too, Miss Melinda. Thank you again.

Excuse me. I have a delicate question to ask you.

Go ahead, sir.

Do you have a criminal record?

No, sir. I swear.

That's good.

You don't have anything to fear, anyway.

For the justice of men is not my line of business.

Do you fear God?

Oh, yes, sir. I fear everything.

Here are some clothes for you, given by a very pious person.

It's from that dear Mrs. Hill.

She's a lady who was able to stay above hearsay,

gossip, scandal and adversity.

Does she come here often?

Twice a week, regularly.

Twice a week.

Victory, victory This day is for us, most happy

Visions of joy When the Lord appears

And as one We come together to face our soul

May the Lord fill us with gratitude. Amen.

Please take your seats.

So, I see that God isn't the only one you fear.

Do not worry. I sent them away.

Unfortunately, I cannot keep you here for more than five days.

It's the regulation here in the French Riviera.

You do understand, don't you?

By the way, I was asked whether you knew how to drive a car.

- Yes. - Good.

You're a very cautious driver.

Where did you learn to drive?

In Paris.

On your knees?

Stay. Melinda will do it.

The lock is temperamental.

One must learn how to tame it.

May I?

Go ahead, Madam.

Thank you.

You will come and see me in my office.

Very well, Madam.

Melinda will show you...

Yes, Madam.

...to your room.

How many servants are there?

Just you and me.

And that's it?

We live all alone.

Come see your room.

But I don't live in the house?

No, no, no. Above the garage.

But...

If I understand correctly,

there's only us two altogether for the upkeep of this big villa.

Oh, we only occupy a small part of it.

And we never receive guests.

I'm very strong. Housework doesn't scare me.

Polishing the floors, sprucing up the house.

It's marvelous having a man in the house.

I get the feeling that's also Madam Hill's opinion, don't you think?

Tell me something.

Just between you and me, pretty as she is,

there must be someone in her life.

Yes.

Who?

God.

You really think of everything.

Everything and nothing.

You're not suggesting that our pretty widow leads the life of a nun,

that she only loves the poor and her charity visits?

She has a very good heart.

She's the one who gives me all my dresses.

The men who spoke with pastor Nielsen the other day...

It's you they were looking for.

You don't know how to make a bed?

What did they teach you in the army?

How to break rocks.

I'm having a hard time getting used to this idea.

Do we really have to go through this?

Can't we do it in another manner?

Find another way?

It's difficult to eat a rabbit that one has tamed.

Enter.

Come closer.

Show me your passport.

Certainly, Madam.

I see that you just came from New York.

Yes, Madam.

And you arrived here swimming?

No, it fell in the water by accident, Madam.

How so?

Well, you see, I was arguing with a girl, and she pushed me.

And so...

Well, I fell in the pool, fully clothed.

Born in Billancourt. Is that in Paris?

Yes, apparently so.

Do you have a family?

No.

Do you like to travel?

That depends where to, Madam.

By any chance, would you be willing to return to America?

The climate doesn't suit me, Madam.

Born May 14th.

I'm a Taurus.

You're 28 years old.

And 13 days.

You mean 16.

When one wants to act clever, one should know how to count.

Yes, Madam.

Occupation: Manipulator.

What does that mean?

It means that I know how to manipulate, Madam.

I can manipulate tennis rackets, golf clubs, racing cars, flat irons.

I can manipulate all sorts of things.

Yes, I see. But for now, things don't seem to be going so well.

That's true.

But Madam doesn't ignore the fact that by manipulating certain things

in a certain way, it is possible to gain millions.

Speaking of millions, will one thousand per month,

room and board, dry cleaning included, suit you?

I had imagined three thousand, Madam.

You imagined wrong.

Pardon me.

1,500.

Fine.

You will have one day off per week.

Which day, Madam?

Thursdays.

Very well. And all my nights?

Listen, you shouldn't forget who's the employee

and who's the employer here.

Never.

Where were you raised?

In the streets of Paris, Madam.

In the gutter, you mean.

You may leave.

Leave this with me.

Have you had many chauffeurs here?

No.

Taste this.

I think it needs salt, no?

It's hot.

I like you, because you are poor.

Yes, but not for long.

Are you sure there has never been other chauffeurs?

I'm also poor.

Like all maids.

I'm not her maid. She's my cousin.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Her last chauffeur left two years ago, right before my arrival here.

Eight days after the death of Barbara's husband.

When you see the condition of the car...

Marc!

Marc!

What do you want?

Be ready in an hour. We're going shopping.

Okay.

But first, bring me about half a dozen sponges and a few pounds of soap.

Open the window.

Open the window.

Here you go.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

That's right.

Dirty.

I mean to buy you a uniform.

Just what I needed, Madam.

Go slowly, chauffeur. We're in a hurry.

It looks very good.

This one will do.

The cut is good. It's a very solid fabric.

But there's no give under the arms. Do you see what I'm saying?

And the collar is too tight.

Too tight?

My neck is rather short, and it's not your fault.

And these shoulder pads make me look like a scarecrow.

It's obviously factory-made.

The gentleman is very picky.

What's this?

It was custom-made but left without being paid.

Not bad.

There's a defect on the back.

It doesn't matter.

At least, I'm comfortable.

It's perfect for driving.

For driving airplanes.

It's an aviator uniform.

So, what do you think?

It's very pretty, but the buttons need to be changed.

Oh, it's nothing. It will take 10 minutes at most.

I'll wait.

I would like another one made. It's better to have two.

That's absolutely feasible, Madam.

It will be ready in three or four days.

Not sooner?

We will do our best.

But what about the grey flannel suit you promised him?

Do you think it's really necessary?

To go out in town.

I don't care about it.

By the way, I also have sensitive eyes, Madam.

You would look dashing in grey.

Melinda.

Marc, tell me, have you ever read War and Peace?

Oh, yes. Many times.

So, explain to me. Who is Anna Pavlovna?

I'm always confusing her with Mikhaylovna.

And it's the same thing with Nikolushka.

Yes.

And Nikolay, are they talking about the Prince Rostov or Bolkonsky?

I'll explain it to you later.

Put the reservations back a week. That'll give us enough time.

We'll get him by then for sure.

You stay here and keep your eyes open.

All four of them.

I know that you don't have much class,

but you could still get out and open the door for me.

To the Venezuelan Consulate.

Yes, Madam.

Your driving method is hilarious.

Do you think it's done?

Why are you troubling yourself with that?

Send her up some canned food.

And you think that would be enough?

You don't know her appetite.

And 24.

Well, she won't starve to death, your cousin.

You never eat with her?

I'd rather be alone with you.

Tell me, what kind of wine would one drink with this?

Red.

I'm sick of this.

If I have to be the can opener, as well,

I'm going to ask for an annual raise.

By the way, who hit her?

What?

The angel. Who gave her a black eye?

She walked into a door.

Barbara, it's ready.

What was she doing at Cook's this afternoon?

And at the Venezuelan Consulate afterwards?

I don't know. I was with you in the car.

She could've told you about it, no?

She doesn't tell me everything.

Order from the heavens.

Sometimes angels do earthly things.

Hey, there.

Did I frighten you?

Are you looking for something?

Yes, my head.

Sugar?

One.

What is that?

It's to put you in a good mood as soon as the morning starts.

Are you feeling better?

I'm surfacing.

One sleeps very well here, no?

One can sleep well anywhere,

when you're helped.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

You have very lovely legs, you know?

You really think so?

For a little girl.

I adore you.

What's the schedule for today?

This morning, rest.

Sorry.

But we have a busy afternoon.

We have to go to the butcher's and to the grocer's

to buy 50 cans of crab.

Is that all?

No, we'll be visiting the Sanctuary of Redemption,

the Evangelical Residence,

and the Orphanage of Saint-Innocent, as well.

Why do we both have to be there?

Barbara wants all her suppliers to know who you are.

She's probably proud to have you.

That's why she wants to show you off.

Yeah, that's right.

While we're at it, let's do the whole town.

Here's a surprise.

A bump, a pipe... That's too much for me.

Is anybody there?

Is no one here?

Anyone?

Hello.

Hello?

Hello. Is that you, Gisele?

Who's calling?

It's me, Marc.

Oh, my goodness! What a surprise!

Where are you?

In Australia?

In a place that's rather unhealthy.

Listen, can I crash at your place?

Are you alone?

As usual.

I'll be there tomorrow morning.

I hope that Madam will pardon me for bothering her.

You're not bothering us.

What I have to ask Madam is rather delicate.

I'm listening.

If Madam would consent to an advance from my pay.

But I don't have any money on me.

Do you need something?

As Madam remarked, I am not doing too well these days.

Do you have any money on you, Melinda?

I'm afraid I don't have much.

And I'd like to take the opportunity this morning

to run some personal errands.

That's all I have.

Is that enough?

That's exactly what I need.

Thank you.

Madam.

Paris, one way, second class.

95 francs.

Marc!

Marc!

What the hell?

A ticket for Paris.

You wanted to leave?

The danger has passed. You can sit up now.

Are you driving on the left or the right lane?

I drive like I learned.

Are you sure you have a license?

I must find something to keep him here.

What if I tried to seduce him?

No way.

Seduce? I have a good memory. I know what it means.

No, the only thing that I want now is to get out of here!

Vincent, I know that jealousy is your vice.

It's your mania, your passion.

Some days, I want to cheat on you,

just so you would have valid reasons to worry.

Charm him, but do it here, before my eyes.

You know that's impossible. I get nervous when you look at me.

Let me talk to him at the bar. There I'll be undisturbed.

Maybe. We'll see.

If you hadn't heard that phone call to Paris,

and if Melinda hadn't followed him to the train station,

he'd now be long gone, with his passport.

All this must be new to you.

But lack of money is not fatal, and things might work out.

I have something to tell you.

I want to drink something.

Of course, Madam.

Coke, gin, whiskey, banana liquor?

Whiskey, no water.

What are we going to talk about?

Your salary. You wanted 3,000 francs.

To go to America? No, thank you.

It's South America. Is that okay?

Maybe.

Do you often change your mind like this?

You wanted to go to Paris?

Oh, I see.

Melinda told you.

Melinda?

Intuition.

It's the castle of intuitions.

And you took your passport back.

I hate to see my things lying around all over the place.

What do you want from me?

Kiss me.

Is Madam satisfied?

Her desires are my command.

Your impudence is limitless.

Yes, Madam.

Dangerous.

Not bad.

But you still have progress to make.

You have to learn how to clean everything.

Everything that was used.

Then we'd never be done.

If I were a flower, which flower would I be, according to you?

I've never known how to play games like that.

One can learn.

Like being a manservant.

Obviously, it doesn't pay much.

Try.

You'd be a lovely rose bud.

You see?

And what if I were a cat?

What?

A cat.

You'd be a kitten who's learning to sharpen its claws.

I know.

And what if I were a chauffeur?

I suppose you'd be in love with Melinda.

You're gifted.

And if I were a widow?

You wouldn't be Barbara.

No.

I'm Melinda.

And Melinda is nothing, isn't she?

And if you were Barbara?

If I were Barbara, I'd have what I want when I want it.

Who's there?

It's me.

What do you want?

I want to come in.

Here?

Yes.

But not at the bar.

Are you almost done acting like a child?

Isn't that what you expect of me?

So?

I have a favor to ask you, Barbara.

What favor?

Look how you treat me.

In the past, you would never have spoken to me like that,

as if I truly were the maid.

Are you telling me I have never done anything for you?

I know. You were very kind.

But I also returned that favor.

So we're even.

Will you lend me one of your dresses from before?

Before what?

Before John's death.

I thought we had agreed to avoid speaking of that.

I'm sorry.

I already gave you one. Three days ago.

Speaking of which, what do you need all these dresses for?

It's to please Marc.

May I?

No!

Why not?

Leave this be.

No!

You wore this when you met Vincent, do you remember?

But it's not a dress for a widow. You can't wear it anymore.

Keep it, then.

Thank you, Barbara.

You're an angel.

Nervous.

She calls the expert.

Hello?

Marc?

Who else do you think it might be?

I want you to come up here.

With a broom and a dustpan.

I broke the Ming.

Are we gluing it back together or throwing it out?

Pick up all the pieces, then you'll put them in the trash can.

Marc, Melinda wants to go out with you tonight.

With me?

What does Madam mean by that?

That means, Marc, that I'm counting on your moral judgment.

You can leave now.

Are you really counting on it?

That club is very popular.

Barbara used to go there often.

You really don't want to go dancing?

No, thank you.

Marc, tell me about your father and mother.

Dead, both of them.

And it's better that way.

And your childhood?

I didn't have one.

I understand.

You know, this house was built in 1904, and it's considered Neo-Gothic.

I think it's splendid.

It will be mine when my cousin returns to America.

South America, right?

Are you sure she will go?

She said so, but that was two years ago.

And she's still here.

And you're the poor cousin who serves as the maid.

Do you like my dress?

It comes from Paris.

I love everything that's made in France.

But I'm counting on you to learn about wines.

Now, will you listen to me for a couple of minutes?

For a lifetime. You have such a beautiful voice.

Do you ever shut up?

I know of a way.

I want to better understand this story of the weeping widow.

You think I am innocent enough to believe

that a woman as beautiful as Barbara

leads the life of a recluse and a saint.

A saint! She goes after every man that she likes.

You followed me to the train station.

I thought you might need me.

Go to bed, little girl.

The sandman has already come.

I hate you.

You're forgetting your coffee.

Did you sleep well?

Are you doubting it?

Why?

Sit down.

I'II...

I think your coffee knocked me out.

Really.

Could it be the fresh air?

I just don't understand why.

Ouch.

No.

Some milk.

Tonight, I won't drink any coffee.

And I'm going to the movies.

Are you taking me along?

No, not you.

Me, all alone.

Am I in disgrace?

Up to here.

Why? What did I do?

First of all, your coffee gives me nightmares.

I leave you at the beach, I find you at the train station.

And you don't answer any of my questions.

I wish I could answer them.

It's the kind of case that fascinates me.

And this one, particularly.

It's right here, point by point.

Believe me, she was his mistress. I'd bet my soul on it.

"At the trial, Madam Hill swore that nothing ever happened

between her and the water-ski instructor."

Here we go.

According to the official version, Vincent snuck into the house to steal.

Yes, but... This woman is a sensual one.

She may have loved her husband very much.

A man that was so much older than her? An old man?

Look at his picture.

I understand why she preferred water-skiing.

And the police never found this instructor, Vincent?

There's nothing in my archives.

What's certain is that the police looked.

They thoroughly searched the house twice.

If you want my opinion, if Mrs. Hill didn't get into trouble,

it's because she's very rich.

Yeah.

Excuse me, I'd like something to help me fall asleep.

I cough. I can't get to sleep.

I see, you need a relaxant, a sedative.

No, I'd prefer a powder I can put in my coffee.

In your coffee?

Yes, yes.

Here's what you need.

A small spoonful, and I guarantee you'll sleep like a baby.

Like a baby?

That's exactly what I need.

Thank you.

I knew you'd be ravishing in grey.

What are you doing up there?

Come on. It's time to go to bed.

I don't want to go to sleep.

It will come.

Be careful not to fall asleep, baby.

You've already run a red light, hit a taxi,

and you don't have any papers.

Don't you think that's enough already?

I haven't driven a car for two years.

I need to practice. Get in.

Take the smaller car. We'll be more discreet with it.

What we want is the contrary.

You know it.

People need to think I'm him behind the wheel.

But it's stupid.

You've waited two years. You only have two more days.

I called the Consulate. They said they'd have his visa in two days.

You want to spoil everything?

I don't know what movie theater he went to.

He could be back any minute.

I'll kill him right away.

So it will finally be settled.

Vincent, I'm scared.

There must be another way.

There isn't.

You're acting very nervous.

You seem to be very attached to your tamed rabbit.

I'm coming with you.

He had to come out of somewhere.

Good morning, Marc.

Good morning, Madam.

My breakfast isn't ready?

Where's Melinda?

She's still asleep, Madam.

At 10:30?

She may have drank too much coffee last night.

Be ready in an hour. We're going into town.

Thank you.

At your command, Madam.

What are you doing?

I'm stopping.

You want to speak with me?

No.

You're impossible.

I love your laughter.

It sounds like you're about to bite.

Me, perhaps.

Someone could see us.

The tamed rabbit, it's me?

I got the wrong animal.

You're more of a wolf.

Yes, but a wolf can't be eaten.

I could.

A wolf, it's true.

Listen to me.

Close your eyes.

I saw Vincent.

Where does he hide?

So you and Vincent want to kill me?

Just like that.

We're not the only ones.

Us or those other guys. It's all the same.

That's true.

And does Melinda know your plans for me?

You must be crazy.

She is a child. She believes all that she's told.

And what is she being told?

Fairy tales.

She thinks Vincent killed out of love for me,

and she thinks it's marvelous.

And about me?

You'll return to the homeless shelter, because you won't have any papers.

I won't have any papers.

I complain, make some noise, and tell everything I know.

Yes.

If I understand correctly,

you did charity visits to find a homeless guy without a future

or a family.

Two years of patience and waiting.

We kill him, take his papers, and off to Caracas, huh?

I didn't know the bum could be you.

Madam Hill is arriving, Excellence.

Very well.

Dear Madam Hill, I'm charmed.

Madam Hill, what a joy it is to have you among us.

Marc, go to lunch. Pick me up at 3:00 o'clock.

At your command, Madam.

Madam Hill, what a pleasure.

Would you mind?

What are you doing?

I'm looking at myself.

Is there no mirror in your room?

They haven't returned yet?

What time is it?

Late.

She told me she had a meeting with the Secretary of the Archbishop

and that she was going to the Consulate afterwards.

So?

Why didn't you go with them?

Because I was asleep.

Do you think my legs are too long?

Too thin?

No.

What wonderful weather we're having today.

If you could see the sun.

Do you like this dance?

Do you know what it is?

Twist?

Twist...

No, it's the surf.

How we danced before you were confined in here.

The foxtrot.

The tango.

The waltz.

Shut up.

As you wish.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Do you really like me?

Why not?

How do you like me, Vincent?

Say it.

If only he could look at me like that.

What do you mean, "he"?

Marc.

We don't care about this Marc.

Let me go! Or I'll tell Barbara.

So tell me.

Why are you here?

He never looks at me. He sees only her.

Help me, Vincent.

It concerns you, too, you know.

What do you mean?

When you used to water-ski,

you were good-Iooking, tanned, muscular.

You were successful.

But now it's a different story.

You look like a turnip.

And the cat became a ball of fat.

Remember what a lovely little kitten she was when we gave her to you?

Leave this place with her.

As quickly as possible.

What do you know?

What's going on between them?

Did you see something?

I don't know anything. Leave me alone.

What's wrong with you this morning?

Have you been drinking, or what?

Go do your housework.

Bring me the paper and something to drink.

Vincent, tell me what she has that I don't.

Barbara?

What she has?

She chooses.

She takes.

She doesn't need anyone's help.

What she wants, she gets.

Why don't you try keeping a man like me in a cage?

For two years.

With a cat.

You want to leave.

But you have two men and only one passport.

What a problem. You're driving me crazy.

In Venezuela, maybe I'd be a better deal than him.

At night, for sure.

During the day, as well.

What can we do for Vincent?

If I understand correctly, it's either him or me.

And he won't miss the shot.

We can almost say that it's a case of self-defense.

But to the eyes of the law, Vincent is already dead.

It can be imagined.

It's almost alluring.

Give me your passport.

Not so fast.

If you want us to leave together, you must trust me.

Trust? It's a word that I don't like.

You must give me proof of your good faith.

I just gave myself to you.

Is that not enough?

Love, you know, it comes and goes.

Show me the entrance to Vincent's lair.

And I'll give you the passport.

That's fair, isn't it?

You are really something.

I'll give it to you, but watch out.

I'll be the one to go and fetch it from the Consulate.

Are you crazy?

- What have you just done? - I had to.

Lock the door from the inside and go through the fireplace.

Why are you doing this?

What did you plan with this guy?

You wanted a passport.

Here it is!

You wanted a uniform.

Here it is, as well!

What's going on?

I'm sorry. I went into the wrong bedroom.

Marc!

What is that?

It's a hairpin.

Where did you find this?

Here?

Marc, her scent is everywhere.

It's all over the room.

Come on, Melinda. Calm down.

Listen.

There are things you cannot understand.

- And things are better that way? - Of course.

I don't care if you're staying for her,

as long as you stay here always.

Oh, Marc, I love you.

I love you.

More.

No.

Why not?

Come on. Put this on.

Get up.

Why?

Get up, and I'll tell you.

I'm leaving in three days.

You're going to Venezuela with Barbara?

That's correct.

No, someone will find a way to stop you.

Yes, Vincent. I know.

Marc, he will kill you both.

No, nothing to fear there. That problem is solved, as well.

Do you understand?

No, you don't understand.

Maybe it is better that way.

For New York, can I call from here?

But of course, Miss. Speak to the concierge.

Thank you.

Hello?

Hello, New York?

American Express.

I would like to send a telegram to Barbara Hill.

Yes, Villefranche-sur-Mer.

France.

Please return to New York on the 26th.

Stop.

Happy to know that the problem has been solved.

Stop.

I still love you.

Signed, Frank.

Yes.

Your breakfast. It's 2:30.

Living without windows makes one lose their sense of time.

Even the cat is sick of this diet.

An idea came to me.

No need to take the body afterwards.

We can hide it here.

In these walls.

The police was unable to find this lair for two years.

Can we speak of something else?

Are you nervous?

This house smells like death.

I said that the first time I set foot in it.

Are you sure there isn't another way?

That's enough.

The visa?

At 4:00 o'clock.

Follow that car.

Yeah, that's the number, all right.

So your ideal, Melinda, would be to stay here

and live in that fake Venetian castle until the end of your life.

Of course.

And I'll do it.

Look.

No, in my handbag.

My God!

Barbara Hill. Is that you?

Villefranche... It's here?

"Please return to New York on the 26th.

Stop.

Happy to know that the problem has been solved.

Stop.

I still love you.

Frank."

The "problem"!

It's me, huh?

And that other idiot who lives locked up in that attic.

You crossed him, too.

We kill each other, and the problem is solved.

Marc, I think I'm going insane.

With him, it might work. But not with me!

No, Marc! No!

Barbara!

Open the door, Barbara!

- You'll pay for this! - It's not true.

It's not true!

Vincent, it's not true!

No, it's not true!

It's not true!

Vincent, listen to me! Listen to me!

I'm going to kill you!

No!

Marc!

Marc! Marc!

I'll kill him, too!

Marc! Marc!

Marc!

Barbara!

Barbara!

Marc!

Marc!

Marc!

Brainless! Your lousy picture cost us three days!

Let's get out.

Are you hurt?

Vincent killed Barbara.

What will we do now?

I know of a deserted creek.

There aren't many isolated spots around here.

This one is.

I was shot at there once.

Without it alarming anyone.

I don't like it, either, but it must be done.

And what will become of us?

I'll run away with the Rolls.

And me?

You'll have your castle.

The castle without you?

You can't have it all, baby.

Stop.

For what reason?

I want to buy flowers for Barbara.

Yeah, right. Like we're going to the cemetery.

I want to buy flowers!

Marc, if you don't stop, I'll make a scene.

Buy flowers.

You're a real nutcase.

Just a minute, sir.

- I want these. - Just a minute, sir.

- Here. - I'm short-staffed.

Are you satisfied now?

Now, let's finish this, okay?

Come on. Get out of the way, everybody.

Get back, everyone.

- Are you hurt? - I saw everything!

He was driving at full speed!

We'll see.

Get back, move along.

Can't you see clearly?

It's a one-way street.

You've got a flat tire.

Do you have a spare?

- No, I don't. - You don't?

But, of course, officer. We have two tires.

In the trunk, in the back.

I'll help you, Miss.

No, I don't have any.

Why did you do this?

You were going to leave me.

This was the only way to keep you here.

Are you the one who sent the telegram?

Barbara didn't love you.

I'm going to kill you.

You need me.

Why did the police let you go?

You ran away.

They think you're guilty,

and they know you wanted to leave for Venezuela.

Well, I'll leave anyway.

You can't keep me here.

Where will you go, Marc, with all those men after you?

I never killed anyone. Not yet.

So why hide?

The police are here. Why don't you prove it to them?

Here's a little present.

To keep you company.

Come in.

Are you the police?

Yes, Miss.

We have a few questions to ask you.

Please, go ahead.