All language subtitles for Château en Suède - İsveç Kalesi (italya, fransa 1963) Monica Vitti, Curd Jürgens

Monica Vitti

Jean-Claude Brialy

Curd Jurgens

Suzanne Flon

Françoise Hardy

Jean-Louis Trintignant

A film by
Roger Vadim

Nutty, Naughty Chateau
[A Château in Sweden]

From the play by Françoise Sagan

Screenplay: Claude Choublier
and Roger Vadim

Director of Photography:
Armand Thirard

Fighting a duel with a critic
is dumb enough,

Fighting a duel when you're the
nephew of the Minister of Justice...

...is even more careless.

You end up being exiled in a
lost castle with distant cousins.

At the time, I had taken
things with good humor,

that in only a few days the
scandal would be forgotten.

And then in Stockholm,
they told me that

the new wife of Hugo Falsen
was beauty incarnate.

I couldn't guess what
was waiting for me there.

It's incredible that there's
no roadway.

Miss Agatha doesn't want any cars
on her grounds.

The gentleman is lucky that
his telegram arrived today.

The gamekeeper had business
on the island.

He brought it.

There's no postman ?

Yes, sir. But he only bothers
once a week.

On Monday.

What's your name ?

Gunther, sir.

Well, Gunther, I'll give you a
piece of advice that's worth gold.

Never fight a duel.

I don't follow advice.

The telegram says that Eric
will leave Stockholm at 14:54.

It was yesterday.

My God, but he could
arrive any time.

Did we make the
necessary arrangements ?

Hugo is never caught off guard.

Indeed.

- Hugo !
- Oh, yes,

I didn't have time to put
on my suit.

I repaired the tractor.

I spent the day with my
hands in the crankcase.

That's why I didn't kiss you, Eléonore.

Yes, I'll go change.

Woah, woah !

Mr. Eric Ethengem.

What's going on ?

Your suit.

- My suit ? I don't understand.
It's from Pyle.

And it never scared anyone
until now.

Do you think it's pretty ? These pants
and these ridiculous little lapels ?

Here, there and there, huh ?

Of course, compared
to your lace.

You're right, my lace is prettier
than your tie from Pyle.

How's old Pyle doing ?

Six years ago, I owed him
5,000 crowns.

Now, too, when we say
that everything is increasing.

A moment of silence,
please, Sebastien.

Sir, I'm Hugo Falsen, your cousin.

This is my wife, Eléonore.

And her brother, Sebastien von Milhem.

As for the young woman who's
just leaving, it's my sister Agatha,

a nervous young woman.

- Oh, how... !
- Ner... nervous,

who fell in love with the old days.

To not upset her, and especially so
that she leaves me alone,

since she owns three
quarters of the domain,

we dress in period costumes.

Yes, I got them to give up
the 18th century for the 19th.

You'll be quite kind enough to loan
some stylish trinkets to Sebastien.

There.

On that, I have work to do.

Thank you for your visit, sir.

Eric !

Eric.

That's a nice name.

Eléonore -- that's a nice name.

And I'm Sebastien.

It's amazing, we're even.

Don't pay too much attention
to my brother, he's weird.

Extremely talkative, even inappropriate.

On the other hand, pay
attention to my sister.

Young, beautiful, remote,
relatively funny, and...

Well... I'll show you your room.

I've had a suit delivered to
your room, I think it'll fit you.

Christian wore it last winter.

You're about his size.

Yes, we often exchange clothes.

You know Christian well ?

Yes, he's an excellent friend.

Why ?

Here's the room occupied by Christian,
you'll be very comfortable.

How do you like my sister ?

Superfluous question.

As you were told, I'm very talkative.

I think I'll be appointed
next spring as

cultural attaché with
the Roman Embassy.

For now, I work at the
Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

I'm taking advantage of
this free time,

to write a book about the
Swedish Navy of the 17th century.

Oh, what a good idea !

Here's a young man who
knows how to be useful.

I know that your ancestor,
Christine Falsen,

did a lot for the Navy of Sweden
at the end of the 17th century.

One of her lovers was an admiral.

She did what she could for
the morale of the fleet.

If you'd allow me to know about
her private correspondence,

I'm convinced...

That is, I think it will certainly be
very useful for my book.

Eric, you wouldn't be
able to please me more.

My library is yours.

I have all of Christine's correspondence,
4,000 manuscript pages.

And I thought...

I mean, I thought...

Well, I... I thought...

Ah, there it is.

The generator broke down again.

Excuse me.

I'm delighted.

What do you think of our cousin ?

Interesting. And you ?

A beautiful winter, in store

By the way, this is why
I hired Kikki.

Did you notice the
portrait of Christine ?

Yes, yes.

Look, it's moving.

It's moving !

We often have curious impressions
under candlelight.

- Unless it's Christine's ghost.
- Sebastian !

What ghost ?

The ghost of Christine Falsen.

She was immured alive
by her husband,

somewhere in the chateau.

Gunther says he's seen her,
in the hallways,

several times,
during the winter.

That's nonsense.

Gunther never lies.

He is getting older.

Eric, do you believe in ghosts ?

I believe what I see.

Ah !

The generator, the boat,
the tractor,

nothing works since last winter.

We owe it to Christian.

He spent his time
taking everything apart.

He liked to make himself useful.

He would have done
better to refrain.

Have you heard from him
since he left ?

- No.
- Not a word.

I found that quite flippant.

He had to leave Sweden.

Christian sometimes has
unexpected reactions.

I would even say bizarre.

He left like that, one evening,

in the middle of a snowstorm.

In the last days,
he was scared.

We wonder why.

Yes, we wonder why.

Maybe he met Christine's ghost.

Well !

It's 10:45. I'm going to bed.

You don't want coffee ?

It's time.

Good night !

I'm joining you.

Sebastien will invite you
to play a game of cards.

I advise you to refuse.

You must be exhausted
by the night train.

This year, the
winter will be early.

Good evening, cousin.

Ophelia lives in the corridors

And no one can see her

Ophelia is crazy

Ophelia, she drowned.

A blue teal.

It's as rare for a visitor.

She has a broken wing.

How sweet she is !

She's as sweet
as you seem tough.

You're not ashamed to court me

on the backs of your victims ?

I will take care of her.

There are times when
you're so much like me

that I feel like I know you.

Should I be in love or not ?

I don't know.

Why not ?

What is Sebastian signalling for ?

It's not a fox, not a boar,
or a deer.

I have never heard this signal.

With Sebastien, you
can expect anything.

Perhaps he found a snail.

He wouldn't have called us
about a snail.

What is this signal ?

I know, it's not used
for the hunt,

but neither is what I found.

Probably one of those peasants
who poach in winter,

got lost in the storm.

Tomorrow, I'll let the
game warden know.

You're not going to leave
this unfortunate

in the middle of the forest ?

The game warden will
notify the gendarme.

What do you want me to do ?

I'm glad you like
this game, Eric.

You have Falsen blood
in your veins, it shows.

The Falsens have always
had a passion for cards.

It's 10:45. I'm going to bed.

Eléonore, come, help me
pull off my boots.

Hugo, you wore your
hunting boots at dinner ?

Need I remind you of
the most basic rules...

Ah, don't remind me of anything,
don't annoy me.

I've had enough of the
18th and 19th century,

of dressing like a clown,
and hiding my Jeep.

Hugo !

Perfectly !

Would you drive
around in this... Jeep ?

Yes.

And one of these days, I'll have
lunch in a business suit,

you hear me ?

A business suit !

Oh !

The customs and honor
of the Falsen are safe,

over my dead body !

It's always the same photo
that makes her laugh.

Good night !

Don't forget the memoirs
of Christine Falsen.

I was going to
forget you, Grandma.

Am I tickling you ?

I like the way you undress me.

Sounds like you're the type
to rip it all off, raucously.

You are as gentle,
as gentle as ...

... your French spaniel.

I like to fight with
this dress.

It's my favorite game.

I like to play with you.

You're the only relaxing woman
I've known.

What do you call relaxing ?

A woman who doesn't nag.

My first wife...

I prefer "Ophelia".

Oh yes, then, Ophelia.

Oh, she was always after me.

"Take me hunting, Hugo,
carry my rifle."

Smelly as she was.

While I...

I imagine you've known
guys like Eric before.

Well, smarter.

Yes. So what ?

The difference with me
doesn't bother you too much ?

I've been here for 5 years.

That's a good answer.

Why do you think
I'm here, Hugo ?

Because I like the countryside ?

For the honor of belonging
to the noble Falsen family ?

To save my brother
from debtor's prison ?

Or maybe...

Hup !

Hugo !

Did you ever consider that
I might cheat on you ?

Of course, no !

Why not ?

It's simple !

If you cheat on me, I'll kill.

Oh no, Hugo !

You have no shame ?

Kill poor Eric !

Nice Eric !

- Who's talking about Eric ?
I'd kill you.

- Me ? - Yes.
- No, ah, no !

Ah, that wouldn't be right !

No, why me and not him ?

You take a lover,
nothing tells me

that you'd stop there.

After all, I can't kill
all the men

who pass by the castle.
- Oh !

Whereas killing you, here,
I can rest easy.

Oh yes ?

Of course !

Seen from this angle...

But I believe that you
will never deceive me.

Never !

Never, never !

Never, Hugo !

Never, never.

Eric ?

Eric ?

Ahead ! Ahead ! Ahead !

No, no, to the
right, in the hallway.

Come !

Don't you recognize me ?

You don't remember ?

You used to take me to Tivoli,

to the electric cars and
roller coasters.

Ophelia.

You recognized me.

You still look so
beautiful, Eric.

Ophelia, it's not possible,

you're dead.

It's that mean Hugo's fault.

No, don't approach.

I shouldn't have talked to you.

I'm so glad you recognized me.

Ophelia !

Ophelia !

Eléonore !

It's me, it's Eric.

Are you insane ?

Shut up !

I've something to tell you,

it's very important.

Shut up, hush,

or I'll call Hugo.

Tomorrow !

Sebastian !

Sebastian !

Ah, a clandestine visit !

But it's charming and
unexpected of you.

- It was absolutely necessary...
- Come in, my dear, come in.

Clearly, everyone wants
to see me tonight.

You quite surprise me.

I took you for a
somewhat romantic but

intelligent boy, knowing
how to keep his feet

on the ground.

I realize...

The door !

My sister also scares you ?

I would have thought otherwise.

Eric has discovered everything.

It had to happen.

He knows everything.

Hugo is an assassin.

He killed Ophelia.

Ah, well !

Ah, you scared me.

What makes you believe
such a thing, Eric ?

Eh ?

I saw Ophelia's ghost
in the hallway.

So ?

Well, if we haunt...

IF WE HAUNT... ?

If we haunt, it's
generally because,

we were murdered.

Hugo killed Ophelia
in order to marry you,

Christian had discovered
all this, Hugo killed him too.

- No way to get her to budge.
And so ?

I have three pieces of evidence.

Ophelia's ghost,

her skeleton,

and Christian's letter.

Are you talking about
a letter from Christian ?

Yes !

No, that doesn't prove anything,

except that he
got scared, and fled.

What do you mean ?

Hugo is terribly jealous,

so, he could have imagined...

Let's calmly examine the facts.

So, (1), the letter.

We agree, it doesn't
prove anything

except that Christian
was afraid of Hugo.

(2) the ghost.

You saw, and spoke to
the ghost of Ophelia.

It doesn't mean that
Ophelia was murdered.

She drowned, as everyone knows.

With a name like that,
how do you not drown ?

And the skeleton ?

Well, here I come to (3),
the skeleton.

Kikki, Kikki,

show Mr. Eric what you
showed me just now.

I didn't want
it, Monsieur Eric.

It was Mr. Christian
who told me:

"When I leave, I'll give you
my watch."

So, earlier, when I found
the watch,

next to Mr. Christian's bones,

I took it, since it is mine.

You're not going
to take it back, sir.

Christian is dead.

In general, when we
find the skeleton...

It's the wind that
comes from Russia.

Tomorrow the snow will fall.

Tomorrow, it will be winter.

For a few days, when the
lake freezes over,

we are prisoners
of the château.

Prisoners.

Eric, if you don't leave
at dawn,

It will be too late.

Eléonore, would you
rather I leave ?

- Are you afraid of me, Eric ?
- Yes.

Me too, I'm scared.

I'm afraid of the snow coming.

Do you want me to leave ?

A glass ?

- No, thank you, I...
I'll try to sleep.

So much the better !

He starts attacking me.

I stole these photos
from Grandma's album.

You won't tell her, will you ?

Look, this is me
on my wedding day.

You promised me not to
leave your room,

as long as Eric is here.

I didn't go outside.

Liar !

Eric saw you in the hallway.

As soon as someone
arrives, I have to hide.

It's not fair.

He's a pretty boy, Eric.

If it's discovered that
you're not dead,

we'll intern you in an asylum,
and Hugo will go to prison.

You wouldn't want
to spend your whole

life locked in an asylum,
would you ?

I think Hugo behaved
badly with me.

It's even very rude
what he did.

When they buried me,
I was in my room,

at the window, and I saw my
mother pass behind my coffin.

She was crying, she was crying.

And my brother, if he had known that,
he would have thrashed Hugo.

I doubt that !

No, Hugo wanted
to marry Eléonore.

You can't divorce a crazy woman.

Besides, Agatha would
never have accepted it.

She's against divorce.

He had better not
marry Eléonore.

But he wanted to,
he's always like that.

When Hugo wants something
he doesn't have, he dies.

Yes, but this is me who died.

Finally, Eric took you
for a ghost,

It's fortunate !

So if you meet him again,

let him think you're a ghost.

Oh yes !

Yes, yes, Ophelia,

Ophelia is a ghost,

Ophelia, she drowned,

Ophelia is crazy,

She undressed,

And in the water she fell,

She went all the way,

way, way, way.

Do you know how to
plant cabbage ?

Ooh ooh

If I promise to obey you,

will you play pinochle
with me ?

Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes !

Right away, then !

So you're leaving.

I couldn't do it any longer !

Do what ?

Wait.

Do I please you ?

Yes.

I love you.

If I love you, and if you
love me,

then it's simple,

you are going with
me to Stockholm.

I believe, Eric, that
you're forgetting Hugo.

The Falsens don't get divorced.

So, I'm leaving.

If you want to leave, leave.

But leave quickly !

The lake will not
be passable for long.

Fine !

I'll bid farewell
to your husband

and your sister-in-law.

Once again, Hugo, I'm very
sorry about this,

taking advantage
of your hospitality.

But climatic circumstances
force me to do so.

What's gotten into you ?

As you know, I give you

this little speech every winter.

It makes me feel like I exist.

After each snowfall,
I feel compelled by

other things that appear
to me to stay here.

It relaxes me.

It sets my conscience at rest.

Where is Eléonore ?

She's in the living room.

I've decided to go
back to Stockholm.

What is going on ?

You're getting older ?

Why ?

Your charm no longer works ?

Eric has not succumbed
and he's leaving.

What's going on,
my dear brother ?

You're getting older ?

Eric's leaving because
he is too much in love.

With the others, it was still comedy,

but with him, it's drama.

From the first move,

at first sight,
he falls in love.

He fell for Ophelia too.

And instead of scaring him,
we have to reassure him.

Never seen such an idiot !

He's going to turn
our game upside down.

It used to be funnier.

The victim was slowly succumbing.

And the game could begin.

This is my favorite moment.

When you provoke them,
when they're ashamed,

when Hugo stares at them.

Jealousy makes it scary,
it's a delicious sight.

So, the handsome seducer
loses his means and his dignity.

Fear becomes stronger
than love,

and one fine morning,

runs off like a rabbit
in a snowstorm.

Too bad !

He hasn't left yet ?

By dint of tenderness,
I will put him to sleep.

I'm watching.

You neutralize Ophelia.

Neutralize ?

Take care of her.

She could still ruin
everything.

Alright !

I'm looking after her !

We play cards.

She's past the age of cards.

She no longer has an age.

Since she went insane,
she's stopped aging.

Ophelia does stupid things,
because she's bored.

There's only one way
to take care of her.

How do you play cards ?

How ?

Sitting down, if that's
what you mean.

Well, flirt with her.

How do we flirt ?

Lying down.

You are very late.

You risk being caught
in the ice

while crossing the lake.

Gunther claims we can pass.

Don't take that risk
because of me.

How soon do you think
we could cross it ?

One week, ten days.

The current is very strong
in the middle of the lake.

Ten days near you,

without being able to kiss you,
without hugging you,

I wouldn't have that courage.

I'll meet you tonight,
at 2:00 a.m.,

in the living room.

But I don't love you.

These burning loves freeze me.

Sebastian, are you playing ?

Sebastian !

Yes !

Why are you taking care of me ?

You didn't care about me before.

And you were very formal
with me.

You should never
ask a man that.

Look, you lost.

No, you did.

I have the new one.
- You already played it ?

Oh, you cheat !

You pulled it out of your sleeve.

Ah, God, what a family !

But no, no, you
weren't cheating.

But how would you cheat, huh ?

With your nature so
upright, so childish.

You only had to not look
up my sleeves.

Otherwise, this game doesn't
amuse me anymore.

Come on, come on,
don't cry anymore !

I'll teach you a game
where you have to cheat.

You hear ? A game
that demands it.

As in life, in short.

When will you teach me ?

Well, soon, if you want.

Soon, if I want,

Sebastian teaches me a game,

he kisses my eyes,

black spades and red diamonds.

Pinochle.

Once more.

Good evening !

Sebastian, there.

Well, what's happening
to you, Eric ?

You visit me every night,
like it's a habit.

There, in the armchair
in front of you !

The armchair ?

As you can see, I'm
winning solitaire,

which doesn't work elsewhere.

The ghost.

Eric.

What's the matter ?

Are you ill ?

Well, say something.

Come on, Eric.

Little Eric.

Lets go.

I saw Ophelia, there,
in the armchair.

She's playing cards
with Sebastien.

- He's crazy !
- No, no !

It's the wind and the snow.

When you're not used
to the climate here

you get very nervous.

Yes, the first winter here,
I saw the armored men

walking in the hallways.

Well, I'm going to finish
solitaire in my room.

Good night !

Ah, I almost forgot
to put grandma away.

Ah, what a charming old lady !

Always in a good mood !

What a strange house !

How long it was, Eléonore,
how long.

Always time between yourself
and what you want.

Before, it doesn't matter.

What's terrible is
the time afterwards,

between oneself
and what one wanted.

It's unforgiving.

What did you want ?

I never knew.

But I always wanted something.

It wasn't me ?

- No.
- It won't be me ?

No, it won't be you.

Not you !

Not you !

A trip.

A trip... motionless.

Ophelia is pretty,

Ophelia, Ophelia,
Ophelia is pretty,

Ophelia is very pretty !

No one ever comes here.

Hugo even wanted to
wall off the passage.

During the rainy season,
the ceiling oozes.

He claims that...

humidity damages tapestries.

For now, he no longer
thinks about it.

Your jacket.

Formerly, it was a lighthouse.

It's a Falsen idea,
to build a lighthouse

to light up the forest.

Oh no, that's impossible !

Oh, I can't, I don't want to,

I shouldn't.

I don't want to.

You could have told me
a little earlier.

It's not because of me.

I fear for you.

If it's for me, don't worry.

I don't want you to die.

But I don't intend to.

Eric, I have to
tell you the truth.

I killed all my lovers.

Eh ?

- It's my destiny.
I killed them all.

What for ?

What do you mean, what for ?

But why are you
killing them all ?

Why do you kill
all your lovers ?

Do you really want to know ?

I don't want to be indiscreet,
but it seems to me that...

As a matter of fact...

I don't know myself.

How do they die ?

Crushed, wet,

poisoned.

The last, for example,
died of asphyxiation.

No, no, no, the last one
died... how...

frozen.

Frozen !

Frozen !

There, I understand.

You hide here to
escape the police.

Eric !

You thought it was me who...

Ah, you're a monster !

Me !? Hah, ah, you have a way
of turning things around !

I didn't say I killed
them with my hand.

They die afterwards.

Like that.

It's not my fault !

I like this better.

In the end, I don't know
if I like it better.

Have there been many ?

Uh...

How many ?

Hold on.

You understand, I had to know.

At first I thought it
was a coincidence.

After 9 years...

I had to face the facts.

Hugo's not dead, is he ?

I'm talking about my lovers,
not my husbands.

Don't think about it anymore.

Too bad.

Too bad, too bad, too bad !

Hah, easy to say !

You're used to it !

Me, it's the first time.

But if you love me,

it shouldn't count.

Are you superstitious ?

No, not really.

For goodness sake !

Then take me in your arms.

You didn't tell me
that you loved me.

I don't love you.

I'll never love you !

I am unable to love.

You weren't saying that.

I lied.

I always lie.

I have the right to lie.

Even to you.

I'm putting on your shirt.

I can't find my stuff anymore.

Sebastian, help me
to find my things.

I can't go out like this.

After all, since I'm a ghost,

I can dress up as a ghost.

Sebastian !

When will we start again ?

I had a good time !

That's it, it starts again.

If you think it's easy
to move forward

with these moving walls.

Ooh !

That hurts !

It's Sebastian's fault.

He made me drink too much.

Wow, that hurts !

Sebastien made you drink ?

Yes.

You won't tell Sebastien,

that we met again, and
that I spoke to you.

Explain to me, Ophelia.

Why aren't you dead ?

Because Hugo killed me.

He had invited everyone
to my funeral.

My mother, crying and crying.

And my brother was crying too.

Behind an empty crate.

It's still too stupid !

An empty crate ?

Of course, empty !

I wasn't inside,
since I'm talking to you.

Yes, it's true !

You have to be logical !

But where were you then ?

Locked in my room.

And as soon as someone comes,
bam ! I'm back inside.

Now I'm escaping,
I've had enough.

Hugo got rid of you
to marry Eléonore.

Does Eléonore...
does she know ?

No. Oh, she's nice, Eléonore.

Since you're not dead,
you're still Hugo's wife.

So... Eléonore is
nobody's wife, right ?

Ah, nobody's wife.

Hugo, nobody !

They all think I'm crazy,

and that I won't tell anyone.

They are right !

You must be very unhappy.

No why ?

Oh, I'm a little bored.

But Sebastien is nice to me.

I have distractions.

Are you coming to my room ?

No, no, thank you !

Good evening, Ophelia !

Good night !

Agatha made a small chapel

in her dressing room for
the soul of Sigmund Falsen.

Did you know that ?

Hmm ?

Did you know that ?

So you're not saying anything ?

What about ?

Well let's say, about

of the origin of
her beautiful hands.

Is Eric a good deal,

as I was so cheerfully
told in Paris ?

Oh, you know... yes,

in some sense.

Is he endearing ?

Well, yes,

and very handsome !

That, I must admit.

He is remarkably well made.

I was very cruel
last night with Eric.

Maybe he killed
himself in his room.

Maybe.

By the way, here he is !

What luck, Sebastien isn't here !

Ah !

It was too nice !

How did you live, my dear,
for two years without Eléonore

when she wasn't born ?

I bawled so much, my friend,
that finally,

my father made up his mind.

You seem very happy
and excited this morning,

my little Eric.

I admit it. I think the lake will
be passable in eight days, and,

And that day you will leave.

Your joy seems to me
a little disparaging.

For what, since you're
going with me ?

Oh, youth, impudent youth !

I remind you that I'm married.

And I remind you that
you are not.

What's gotten into you ?

A marriage is only valid
if the partner is free.

Hugo being Ophelia's
husband, you are free.

I'll take you with me.

Since Hugo is a nice boy,

I won't tell anyone.

He will look like a poor
abandoned husband,

instead of a bigamist
and a jailer.

There, you killed him !

What's all this about ?

You know very well that
Ophelia is dead !

You were at her funeral.

You even saw her ghost.

Have you ever seen
a free ghost ?

But don't waste your breath,
Sebastien,

I know everything.

What else have you been up to ?

Well, I took your advice.

Personally, I had no complaints.

Of course, on
a practical level.

Eléonore.

You were Hugo's victim.

But I will protect you.

You have nothing more to fear.

You think Hugo is going
to shake your hand,

apologize and let me go ?

He has no choice,
it seems to me.

My silence against his.

Oh my, my children !

We have complications here.

- I'll talk to Hugo.
- You won't !

Why ?

Because if you talk to Hugo,

I will never speak to you again.

Besides, you wouldn't hear me,
since you'd be dead.

Do you understand ?

You believe that a man
who sequesters his first wife

for which he feels
a vague affection

would hesitate to eliminate
a distant cousin

who will take his second wife ?

The police exist, don't they ?

There must be one, indeed,

a policeman, 50 kilometers away.

But by the time he gets here...

You think it's good that
your sister is

Hugo's concubine ?

No vulgar words !

The fact is, my sister likes it here,

and Hugo loves her.

If he had humiliated her
in any way,

I would have killed him.

From behind, given his strength.

No, no, believe me,
dear Eric, keep quiet,

at least while you're
stuck here.

You realize if you speak, the

atmosphere there will be here.

It would be odious !

And my sister would
never forgive you !

She usually keeps her word.

I have to think about it.

If you can do that,
it would be better.

We're going to find Eléonore,

you'll excuse yourself,
before it is too late.

Follow me.

What happened to the walls ?

It's as if we're under attack,

by Danes with cannons !

Ah, good timing !

We need to talk !

Anyway, nothing justifies
these furious blows.

You're angry, brother, but

father's château must
be respected !

I did !

Go on !

That stupid Eric... he knows.

- He knows what ?
- About Ophelia !

But don't shout like that.

What's wrong with Ophelia ?

She's not dead and
he knows, that's what !

Oh, how awful !

Who told him ?

She, no doubt !

- You think ?
- Yes.

She swore not to say anything.

She must have told him too.

- What ?
- That she swore to you !

It had to happen.

And the Falsens' name
will be stained forever.

Ah, God, you who change
the fate of your creatures !

It's finished !

But what are we going to do ?

The little cretin thinks that
he can leave with Eléonore,

in which case, he'll keep quiet.

Well, well, if he
really swears...

What ?

Well, I mean if...

if Eléonore really
persuades him to do so.

Are you crazy or vicious ?

Eléonore is mine, only mine !

I forbid you to call me crazy.

Or vicious, for that matter.

Ophelia is yours too,
yours alone after all.

This boy needs to keep silent,

and we must be sure
of his silence.

There is only one
silence... death.

Why do you say that ?

It was one of Christine
Falsen's favorite axioms.

Yes.

And she was right.
- Always !

What ?

What do you mean ?

The Falsen's honor, or else.

Agatha, do you understand ?

Yes.

Yes, but...

My gun.

Where's my revolver ?

Hugo !

Hugo, you're crazy !

And the police ?

We have to find something.

We have to find something.

Hugo seems in a
bad mood this morning.

What's wrong with him ?

I don't know.

I passed him in the hallways,

he almost crushed me
against the wall.

Why are you laughing ?

She's happy.

She's a cheerful young woman.

Maybe thanks to you.

You don't seem
particularly proud of it.

No, no, no, calm down,
calm down, Eric !

No, I assure you, I'm fragile !

Are you playing hide and seek ?

We're playing tag.

Here, help me.

Ah, what an atmosphere !

What a wonderful atmosphere !

Eric still doesn't get that
Hugo would dare kill him.

He's tougher than the others.

I sent Gunther to the lake,

he says that in three days
we can cross.

So, Eric must escape
within 48 hours.

Except, he'll get away,

and you'll have to follow him.

You'll have to live in Stockholm.
- Copenhagen Blvd.

No, I hate that quartier !

I couldn't stand to live there !

We're not there yet.

He must be persuaded that
Hugo can kill him,

without fear of the police.

I found something.

Look !

Famous Crimes

How do you like my wife ?

Very very charming,
the height of seduction.

- You think so ?
- Yes.

I even admit that...

were she not your wife...

Oh, I'm stopping you.

The fact that a woman
belongs to another,

has never held anyone back.

I was looking for you, Eric.

We're going to play piquet.

Excuse me.

Did I tell you about
our common ancestor,

Richard Falsen and
his piquet party

at the Battle of Nongem ?

I do not remember.

Hugo, have you found
a solution to our problem ?

- No not yet.
- It's about time.

- What problem ?
A charade ?

I might be able to find one.

I'd be surprised.

Ah, I discovered a
very interesting book

in your library.

A report of the most
extraordinary crimes

of the century,
committed in Europe.

Careful, you're showing
me your hand !

Oh sorry !

Did you know that
it is estimated

more than 27% of crimes
have gone unpunished ?

I thought that the police

nowadays always
find the murderer.

Propaganda !

Ah, but how amusing !

Give us details, Sebastian.

In England alone, for 10 years,

47 murders by poisoning

have gone unpunished.

Wait, I must write it down.

Not counting the cases
in which the doctors

granted a burial permit,
assuming a natural death.

It's a mania.

She always writes down
stories and witticisms.

I have no memory.

In 1956, in Stockholm,
the bones were discovered

of a young woman
immured in a chimney.

She had been there
for twelve years.

It is assumed that her sister
had killed her to inherit.

But since we never
had any proof,

the sister in question
lives quietly

on her inheritance.

There are also deaths
by asphyxiation.

A badly closed gas
valve can happen.

Another amusing case,
that of Gustave Muller.

It happened not far
from here, in Lulea.

He was found frozen in his bed.

He had taken a heavy
dose of sleeping pills,

during the night the wind
opened his window,

outside it was -40.

Before dying, his wife
confessed that

she was the one who
opened the window.

Gustave cheated on her.

Ah !

Then, there are also
accidents, promenades,

someone is pushed into a ravine

from the top of a cliff.

No witnesses, no evidence.

Hugo, I'll give you
the book tonight.

It reads like a novel.

Thank you.

I am going to saw some wood.

Eric, are you playing ?

- Hmm ?
Oh, sorry !

Is she calling me ?

Is there anyone prowling
around here ?

No, just her and I.

Gunther, I've told you
a thousand times.

When I ask you to use the

third person singular,

that means 'miss', not 'her'.

Alright !

Gunther !

Gunther, I'm going to talk
to you informally.

For the first time,
no doubt, in 30 years.

Is he really free ?

I'm not the one who
would trouble him.

Gunther, you're attached
to me, aren't you ?

And to this house, and
to my brother Hugo.

I love them both, like family.

She knows it well.

Yes, she knows.

She has a mission
for you, Gunther.

You must listen to it.
- Let her talk.

Ah, it's true, she is me.

My God, it's annoying,
with this mania,

there are always three of us.

I don't understand at all !

I tell her, she is not happy.

After 30 years, suddenly
she tells me.

At my age, it's scary.

Gunther, get me
the arsenic that

you use to kill rats.

She surprises me.

I don't have arsenic
and I don't kill rats.

Oh !

My God, this is annoying !

I needed it to
poison chocolates.

Ah, it's for someone.

There's no arsenic,
but if she wants

I still have the poison
for killing wolves.

It's very good. Ten
seconds, and bang !

- Alright !
Go get it for me.

She wants to poison
one or more people ?

One, Gunther, one.

So much the better,
as there's almost

no poison left.

I'll only put it
in a chocolate.

Gunther, Gunther,

swear you won't tell anyone,

for the honor of the Falsens.

If she wants, I won't
tell anyone.

Thank you !

On behalf of the Falsens,
she shakes your hand.

Thank you, my brave Gunther.

Thank you !

You may go.

Don't waste time.

No, no, we live in
rotten times, my friend !

Have pride, some money,

some sensuality,

and you're done,
finished, ruined !

A chocolate ?

Ah, this aquavit is delicious.

When I drink a lot
of it, I become

tender again,
staggeringly tender.

I like you.

I'll love you, even !

Another ?

So, there you go, I meet
a housemaid, and

I'm starting to love her too.

She's got charm !

Basically, you're a misfit.

Ah, ah, that's the word !

The pretty word for me alone.

You put your finger
right on the wound.

How to thank you ?

Gunther, ten seconds,
are you sure ?

Ten seconds.

Maybe it only works
with wolves.

There's no reason.

So he didn't take
the right one.

Hugo !

Hugo !

Mother, but...

Oh, Christine, you...

Gunther ! Go find the
salts in her room !

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Ah !

- Do something !
- Yes, Eric, try.

I'm not a doctor !

How do you feel ?

- Me ? Oh, not bad !
But you ?

- And mother ?
How is mother ?

Oh, apparently very well !

Ah, the product was
stale, thank goodness !

Is it for Mr. Eric ?

Go to bed,

and don't meddle.

- Is it Mr. Eric's aquavit ?
- Yes.

But, I thought she
was out of poison.

It's not poison,
it's a sleeping pill.

I want to make sure

he sleeps well tonight.

Do you swear to secrecy ?

She has nothing to fear,
I've already sworn.

You didn't see me, Gunther.

Gunther,

you're attached to me,
and to this dwelling,

where you were born, right?

I love them both
like my family.

Until now, consider,

I'd never addressed you
informally.

I swear to secrecy.

- What secret ? - The one
you're going to tell me.

Indeed, I was going to
ask you never to repeat

even under torture,

what will happen tonight.

Come in !

Thank you, Gunther,
but tonight I won't need it.

Sebastien made me drink

before dinner, like a Pole.

Oh, the fool !

What is this ?

A big fly, sir.

- You have good eyes !
- Thank you sir.

Good night, sir.
- Good night.

Ah !

Have you seen Eric again ?
- No.

Well, tomorrow,
manage to meet him.

It's easy.

You will tell him that
it was Hugo

who killed Christian,
because he was jealous.

Why ?

Just for me.

Then kiss me.

No, on the mouth.

Otherwise, it's no fun.

Hmm !

Is Eric sleeping late ?

He may be suffering
from insomnia.

Sebastian, please,
leave poor Eric alone.

He's dead, he's dead,
he's dead.

He is dead.

I had to tell him.

Gunther, you swore !

Yes, I had sworn,
but not for Taillon.

I dug a hole in the snow,
and Kiki saw me.

I had to tell him
the dog was dead.

He was very old.

He had to die, you knew that.

Gunther is also old,
but he does not die.

She neither.

Gunther, there's
one of those drafts.

There is enough to
catch a congestion.

You're very nervous
this morning !

You pass out for no reason,

you cry in your café au lait.

- There's no more coffee.
- You'll have to wait,

while I light the stove.

The gas cylinders are empty.

My God !

I'll see it everywhere now !

Oh Christine !

What's wrong with you now?

A ghost.

I don't see a ghost.

Here, have something hot.

It will do you good.

- No, no, thank you !
- Yes, yes, drink, drink.

It will do you good.
- Thank you.

After breakfast, I'll
take you hunting,

and set the traps.

You know, hunting
is not my forte.

Especially in this weather.

I spotted a couple of foxes.

I have a cold.

The fresh air will
straighten you out.

Don't provoke him,
that's my advice.

Be ready in an hour, eh ?

Yes ?

You ready ?

Let's go !

I've never seen someone
sleep so well.

There are some things.

Some things.

Gunther !

I need your help.

Can I count on you ?

Sir can count on me.

He can also address me
informally.

Eric !

Eric !

Are you coming to visit me ?

How nice !

I was scared when
I saw you go hunting

with Hugo.
- Why ?

I thought you weren't
going to come back,

like Christian.

Christian didn't leave alone ?

Are you sure ?

Oh yes, since I saw them.

Hugo was furious.

He was jealous, jealous.

He was talking to himself.

"I'm going to kill him...
kill him."

They left together and
Hugo returned alone.

He had blood on his hands,

in his hair.

All over !

You came back, I'm happy.

I know all the holes
in the château.

It's as if I lived
in a molehill.

I am the mole queen.

Hugo killed Christian

He was full of blood

Blood was flowing everywhere

On his hands and in his neck

Red blood on the mud

Gunther accepted,
it's our last chance.

If Eric doesn't run away tonight,
it will be too late.

Unless the storm rises again.

Oh, I doubt it.

Tonight, I'd like
to be in Paris.

I found this in the attic.

- What are you doing here ?
If Hugo saw you... !

- He's sleeping !
Agatha is with him.

I want to dance !

Ophelia claims that Hug...

Ophelia claims that
Hugo killed Christian.

She's probably right.

Why didn't you say so ?

I told you he was
capable of anything.

I'm leaving tomorrow with you.

Nothing can stop me.

You're free, Eléonore,
don't forget that.

Free ? You're crazy, my friend !

Never free, with a brother
like me ! Right, Eléonore ?

I'm dancing, not listening !

But Sebastien, you're
really in love

with your sister.

I was.

Her too.

We were a nice couple,
by the way.

Rather scandalous,
isn't it, Eléonore ?

To our Love !

Eléonore, is it true ?

You see he's been drinking ?

Tango !

Yes, that's it ! Swing !

You're a swinging cousin !

It's your role.

My sister is quite a liar !

It's the least of her faults.

Does he say to this swinger,

"What did you do
in hot weather ?"

Eh ?

You know Lafontaine, Eric, eh ?

Sebastien !

Stop drinking and raving,
or I'll beat you up.

- Are you going to fight ?
That'll be fun !

Silence, little monster !

Don't forget that you like
your old Sebastien.

Why are you so obnoxious ?

I'm drunk, not obnoxious.

I'm worked up about
this rascal,

with his amorous airs,

and your languid smile,

and that lewd tango !

Ah !

I can't stand it, my dear
if you want my opinion.

You asked for it !

She bit me !

Stay with me, Ophelia !

It's the last act.

Keep him here just
a moment longer.

Eléonore, help me
to make you happy.

Help me to understand you.

To understand ?

Do you really believe that

women want to be understood ?

Eric, no !

They don't care !

They want to be... held,
understand?

Ah ! ... held.

I have nothing to explain,
as a woman.

Hugo understood it.

If he knows I'm cheating on him,

he won't try to understand.

He'll kill.

Hugo just killed Gunther.

What ?

Down in the cellar.

I heard screaming,
I went to see.

He was hitting Gunther
like a beast.

Oh, that was awful !

He was hitting, hitting !

We have to go.

Too late, he killed him.

He must have had
one of those fits.

Now, run and lock yourself
in your room

and I'll let you know
when you can go out.

There are some things !

I heard screaming.

It's nothing, Hugo just
killed Gunther.

And you didn't intervene ?

Mind you, I understand.

We would have arrived too late.

Poor Gunther !

Obviously, he performed badly.

Hugo got angry.

You know how he is.

Still, it's rare that
he kills his servants.

Something has to be done.

Flee and without waiting.

You have a better chance
of crossing the lake,

than escaping Hugo
when he is in this state.

Well, no.

No, no.

No, I don't believe you.

This man is violent,
capable of killing.

He just showed it.

But he wouldn't dare attack me.

After all, I'm his cousin.

And the nephew of
the Minister of Justice.

Hmm !

Kiki !

Why are you taking
these rackets ?

It's for Mr. Eric.

But you should have asked me.

I couldn't, Monsieur
forbade me to say so.

He wants to leave tomorrow.

Ah !

Too bad for him.

He's asking for it.

Eric won't leave !

Eric won't leave anymore !

- Why ?
- He won't leave !

Because Hugo is going
to kill him.

He took his big revolver.

Don't panic !

Why would he kill Eric ?

Because he knows everything.

He knows that Eric knows
that Ophelia isn't dead !

Oh, I like that better !

What are you going to do, Hugo ?

Kill our cousin.

It's horrible ! If you kill him
with a revolver,

it will be known.

You'll be arrested.

If I don't kill him,
I'll be arrested too.

I will lose my wife,
you will die of shame,

Ophelia will be locked up
in an insane asylum !

And Sebastien will be
forced to work.

Oh no, Eric must be sacrificed
for the safety of the community.

This is called
"reason of state".

All governments
practice this policy.

Come on !

You're making a fuss about it.

If the police come, I'll hide in
the little tower,

on the end of the island.

Sebastien will stay with me,
so I won't be bored.

They can search the
whole castle,

they won't find anything.

We'll tell them that Eric lied,
because he went crazy.

Yes, I can say that Eric
fell in love with me,

and that I refused
to follow him,

and he seeks revenge by
compromising the honor

of my husband.

Ophelia is right, Hugo !

You no longer need to kill Eric.

We'll be fine in the
little tower, Sebastien.

I'm going to need
peace and rest.

You understand, it's not
for me,

it's for my baby.

What ?

Calm down,
everything is fine now.

Ophelia is expecting a child.

What ?

It's a great misfortune,
but a great joy, Hugo.

The Falsen name will remain.

Let me tell you,
Eléonore, I was worried.

But what does that mean ?

I haven't touched Ophelia
since the wedding.

But it's not your baby, Hugo,
it's Sebastian's.

Where is he ?

Where is he, that villain ?

No, no, Hugo, don't get angry.

Either way, I plan to fix it.

"Fix", "fix" ?

And how will you fix this ?

Stupid, it's my wife !

Maybe I can't fix this, but,

admit that it's more
your fault than mine.

- Come down.
- Never in my life.

Get down here, or I'll put
you full of holes.

No, no, no, if I come down,
you'll strangle me.

I wouldn't be winning.

No !

Silence !

Stop screaming in front of Ophelia.

I don't want a fearful child,

full of complexes.

Sebastian, you're exaggerating.

Hugo, Hugo, Hugo !

Hugo, don't you think that
a new little being,

all innocent, and with Ophelia,

there is a slight chance
to improve

the troubled atmosphere
of this castle ?

Do, do, baby do

Sleep, otherwise I'll call Hugo

Ah, I can see from here
this frail child,

with Hugo clutching it so
tightly in his arms.

Come, come, come,
I'm getting soft.

Get down or I'll
break your back.

Oh no, no !

Hugo, you have
a certain cynicism.

Why do you want your wife
deprived of a certain pleasure?

Is she just an object ?

Moreover, our union was blessed.

And if we have to, we'll
live on this wardrobe.

Ophelia, me, and the baby !

It'll be difficult, but
maternal love works miracles.

I don't want anyone
to hurt Sebastien.

He was very nice to me.

As nice as Richard.

But who is Richard ?

- Richard ?
Which Richard ?

But it's the game warden.

Ah, because he too !

But it's extraordinary !

And who else ?

Ophelia, aren't you ashamed ?

There, old boy, let me join you.

I really thought I was the
first, well, the second.

That's all.

You didn't ask me, Sebastien !

- Don't cry !
I forgive you, cupcake !

Ah, you forgive her !

You forgive her !

You conceive a child with
an oblivious young woman,

and you forgive her.

Not so oblivious.

First, I'm committed
to live with her,

and to ensure her sustenance.

That is to say, to allow me
to assure your sustenance.

That's it, huh ?
- You're the husband,

aren't you ?

No, no, no, no !

Ah, it's awful !

Here I am losing a child

of my second wife's brother.

Hugo,

I have to make a
confession to you.

Are you expecting
a child, too ?

Hugo, no !

I tried to kill Eric.

Agatha !

I poured a sleeping potion
in his glass of aquavit,

and opened his bedroom
window wide

while he slept.

So that's it.

That night, I had turned
on the gas in his room.

Hugo !

It was for the Falsen's honor.

What are you doing
with that candlestick ?

In case there's a power failure.

Oh, dear cousin,
come down with us.

Dinner must be ready.

No thank you, I'm not hungry.

Are you ill ?

No, no, it's nothing.

A stomach cramp.

Ah, it'll pass while you eat.

I'll make you some herbal tea.

No, no, no, please,

don't do anything to me.

I'll drink wine like
everyone else.

What will you do with your lover,
now that Hugo pardoned him ?

We acquit him too, for
the benefit of the doubt.

You're too lenient.

He's not brave, he's in debt.

It's time, I'm going to bed.

Eléonore, see you soon.

Good night.

See you later, as usual.

It may not be the day.

Yes, it is. He sleeps
like a child.

I'd rather he screams
in his sleep,

and dispense with the
servant once awake.

You're pale, my dear cousin.

Take this potion,
I prepared it myself.

It's a decoction of herbs,

and roots of gentian,
a family recipe.

It tastes very bad, but

works wonders for
stomach ailments.

- No, thank you, really !
- Drink !

- No, I feel quite well.
- Yes, drink.

Oh !

- Oh, I'm clumsy !
- I'll get you another glass.

No, don't go to
all that trouble.

Yes, yes, yes, yes !

Let's play piquet instead.

Oh, what a lovely idea !

Come on, to piquet.

The animal, this time,
I have it.

Are you hunting for rats, Hugo ?

No, I'm fixing the installation.

A cable was cut.

You woke me up.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

But I couldn't sleep.

The events of the day
made me nervous.

When I'm nervous, I
have to exert myself.

Do what you want,
but do it in silence.

Thank you for keeping
me company, Grandma.

Tonight, I would not have
liked to be left alone.

Are you still there, Eric ?

So much the better !

I had forgotten to put
mother away again.

You'll help me.

Getting ready for
a costume ball ?

Sebastien, I was
looking for you,

it's horrible !

Up there, your sister !

No, calm down and stop
speaking Japanese to me.

So ?
- It's a monster !

Ah, I forbid you to call
my sister a monster.

No, not her, Hugo.

You woke Ophelia,

just to tell me this news ?

I knew for a long time,
old boy !

Ah, don't joke, Sebastian !

He's walling in Eléonore.

Do you hear, Sebastian ?

He's walling her in.

Alive up there !

He thinks I'm with her.

Without your grandmother,
I was lost.

- Grandmother ?
She went up there ?

She's healed !

No, no, I helped Agatha
put her to bed,

and I arrived late.

Walled in alive !

Do you realize ?

Walled in alive !

The most horrible death.

- Eléonore went up there ?
- Yes !

Where are the weapons ?

In Hugo's room, but
the closet is locked.

No, I'd rather have the sword.

Wait a minute, you can
never be careful enough.

Follow me.

The sword, fool !

What's going on ?

The Danes are attacking ?

We must warn Agatha !

You've gone mad !

Go to bed, darling !

You're contagious.

Ah, thank God, you
weren't upstairs yet.

Ah, my darling, my
darling, my darling !

- But Eric !
- How scared I was !

What ?

You're poking me.

Sebastien will explain to you.

I must go get help.
- And the lake ?

That's less dangerous
than your husband.

Lock yourself up with
Sebastien in your room

and open to no one.

No one, okay ?
- No.

- I'll be back with the police.
- Yes.

But Eric...
- Take this.

Eric, the front door
is locked !

The keys are somewhere
in the office.

Look for them !

I don't have time !

What is it, he has
the devil on his heels ?

Ah !

Ah !

He's lost his mind.

Too much emotion.

Poor Eric !

He thinks Hugo is
walling you in alive.

Walled in, alive ?

Oh !

Ah, I understand everything !

Me, I don't understand anything,

but I've never seen
anyone so scared.

Unforgettable show !

Don't be afraid, Eric, it's me.

Everything's okay !

The poor man will
drown or freeze to death.

Ah !

A sad ending !

The gods have protected
him thus far.

It's a sign that they
don't want him dead.

Spare us this talk of gods.

All able-bodied men,
take your skis.

- Me too ?
- Yes !

We can catch him before
he gets to the lake.

Without snowshoes, he
can't go very fast.

Your idea doesn't appeal to me.

Hugo, we owe him that.

It's a question of hospitality
and good manners.

Ah, if you insist on it !

I said all able-bodied men.

Precisely, you know
very well that I'm useless.

Eric !

Eric !

Eric !

Mister Eric !

Mr. Eric !

Mr. Eric !

Mr. Eric !

That's it, I see them.

Hey, there are only two.

Gunther and Hugo.

Oh no, no, no, no, no,
there are three of them.

Hugo's carrying Kikki
in his arms.

Do you think Eric
will go to heaven ?

Must there first be a heaven.

I want to cry.

Well, cry.

I can't.

It's sad.

She walked in the yard,
in the sun.

Very good !

Put her in front of
the fireplace.

I'm happy for her.

And I hope that
soon he will be there.

Who ?

I don't know his name yet,
but he will be born

as sweet as wild rose.

The poor also need to dream.

Are you a communist, Agatha ?

What's wrong with you, dear ?

Nothing, just a question
like that.

Ah, the snow blowing,
it was charming.

Have you even thought about
giving your child a name ?

- What do you think of Rémi ?
- Rémi !

Why do you want to give
a French name to this child

who, after all, has the
purest Swedish blood.

The purest ?

Ah ! Finally, a compliment !

Ah, Agatha, it's a must !
It's a must !

Ah, my dear Sebastian,
our differences were

mere trifles, compared
to the coming event.

And between us, it's...
how to put it...

it's a quarrel, it's...

- Discord !
[Zizanie]

Oh, what a cute name for a girl !

- Discord !
[Zizanie]

Zizanie Falsen !

Oh no, no, no, my dear !

Zizanie von Milhem.

Gosta El Guersen.

I would like to
speak to Mr. Falsen.

Mr. Gosta El Guersen.

Madam.

I'm a friend of your
cousin, Neil Silicron.

He praised the hospitality
of the Falsens to me.

Madam !

I work for Life Magazine.

I have to do a report on the

famous families of Sweden.

I took the liberty of
starting with yours.

I will do what is in my power,
Mr. El Guersen,

to facilitate your task.
- Thank you !

But where are you staying ?

At Mr. Rigby's.

Oh, how awful !

You must be be very
uncomfortable there !

Our home will be yours
for as long as it suits you,

You'll be fine here, Gosta.

A little silence, please !

Sir, I am Hugo Falsen.

Sir.

You already know
my sister, Agatha,

and my brother-in-law,
Sebastien.

And this is my wife, Eléonore.

I thank you for your visit.

Gosta.

Gosta is a nice name.