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Goodnight, Monsieur Cornu.

- See you in the morning Monsieur Cornu. - See you.

- Come in.

Boss...

- Closing up. - Already?

That's alright.

- I'll check over this at home. - Don't kill yourself with work.

- The job doesn't let you think about anything else.

- The key to the safe. - Keep it.

I mightn't be coming in tomorrow.

Is Madame Lobligeois unwell?.

My aunt's never sick.

She's off to Clermont tomorrow, and at her age...

You think you should go with her.

A cold front's been forecast. It'll be a bleak day.

She'll see all of us to our graves.

- Goodnight, Cornu. - Goodnight, boss.

You'll switch off everywhere?

As usual.

Good evening old chap.

Captain!

- You still at it? - Don't you like beggars?

I can't stand accordion music.

So Monsieur Puc, are you getting used to Paris?

It's changing me from when I was in Clermont.

Paris does that to people.

The city of light!

No...a city of shadows... of all the shadows. .

See you soon.

- 'Bye, Captain.

Like to come with me, dearie?

G'day, Monsieur Puc.

You don't seem in a hurry to get out of the cold!

- Plenty of time to get home. - Just the same...

- That�s a very nice cup-and-ball set.

- It belonged to Henri II.

Like all cup-and-ball sets!

Excuse me, but I'm freezing here. I'm going inside.

Good evening, Madame Lobligeois.

- Is my nephew home? - Not yet.

- I'm leaving first thing in the morning.

- Still no servants?

- The housemaids in Paris are all thieves.

- Any mail? - A letter for Monsieur Puc.

- Give it to me.

"The cold front is intensifying."

"Minus 12 forecast in Basses-Alpes."

"It's snowing in Cannes and Nice."

"The enquiry into the death of Madame Beauvois continues."

"She is believed to have been murdered by her nephew."

Good evening, Monsieur Puc.

Good evening, Madame Coufignac. Any mail?

Madame Lobligeois took it.

Something from the Finance Ministry.

Something about tax. You pay your taxes don't you?

Why shouldn't I?

- It's only fair.

- Thank you, Madame Coufignac.

You've eaten a banana... that's enough!

- It's bruised, it won't keep.

- Here's your coffee.

You can do the dishes tonight.

The van 'll be here in the morning at 7.

It's crazy you�re travelling in this weather.

- I'm coming with you. - There's no room!

- I'll go alone. - That�d be just great...

...you'd lose half the furniture on the way.

I'm a grown man!

A man!!

- Just hear me out... don't leave right now.

- I've got to clear out my house in Clermont.

- I just mean that...

- I've set the alarm for 6.

Good night.

- Sleep well. - Good night, Aunt L�a.

- Ready already? - It's seven o'clock.

A lamp on in daylight!

- I must've dozed...

That's right!...

You've let the bath run over!

- I'll turn it off. - I'll do it!

I ask you!

They�ll be flooded downstairs.

Mop it all up before you leave!

- Yes, Aunt L�a.

You'll be on your own for 2 days.

- The thermometer's still falling... it's just not a good idea.

- What can happen to me? Drop dead? You can bury me.

Oh, Auntie...!

- See you. All going well, I'll be there tomorrow.

G'day, Monsieur Puc.

I'm leaving her in your hands.

She'll be fine with us.

Don't forget your foot-warmer.

I've got my hotwater bottle.

She sleeps with a hotwater bottle in winter.

An aunt of mine slept with a sexton.

Good old Caillol!

You won't be bored with him on board.

Let's get going.

She's all of 80 years old...

and he's letting her go off in this cold!

That�s not a man it's selfish beast.

What's he do for a living?

Tax collector. Enough said!

Mind...here she is.

You're not too cold

- No. - It feels warm.

I'll snuggle up to you!

Good old Caillol!

Move your legs, I'm changing gear.

Shut up...you're off key.

Opera warms you up.

I'd rather have a schnapps. Can we stop somewhere?

Right on!... a nip of schnapps.

Whadda YOU say to that?

I'm not thirsty.

That's alright.

There's a bar.

- Come on, it's my shout. - No!

You can mind the van.

I'll take the opportunity to have a piss.

Shut the door, I'm cold!

- It really goes through you, here. - The old girl 'll have to hang on.

Hang in there, granny.

Just 70 K and we're there.

Put the window up.

It's stuck.

Is it far now?

No, but we're not making much progress.

Stop coughing!

It makes me feel sick just listening to it.

Here we are... now you can go and lie down.

We'll go and have a hot toddy and get stuck into it in the morning.

I want us to leave then.

What?

- We've got to leave at dawn. - Are you joking?

We're half frozen and worn out.

We need a break.

Load up now, and have a rest afterwards.

Calm down, we'll load up.

We'll do as you say, but you give us the shits.

Through here!

Give me a hand with the wardrobe.

No, we'll load it last.

It's even colder than yesterday.

I've never seen it so cold.

Madame Lobligeois! She looks sick.

Come on Grannie!

She's frozen!

Mme Lobligeois! She's quite stiff.

- She's croaked! - NO!

- I tell you she has! - God almighty!

What do THEY want?

Papers!

What are you carrying?

- Furniture. - It's not black market stuff.

Where are you going?

Paris.

The lady too?

It's like this...

She came with us.

Excuse us Madame, just obeying regulations.

Why didn't you say anything?.

I have my reasons.

We didn't kill the old girl.

We ought to go to the police station.

They'd recognize us. We'd get blamed.

So...

This little episode could bring us a lot of grief.

There's be an investigation.

- Good Lord!

We've driven across 3 provinces.

You know the problems of dying away from home.

They could hold us in this dump for ages.

No way!

Look at me!

I can't. Stiffs give me the heebie-jeebies

What's your plan?

So we take the old hag back to Paris.

We'll tell the nephew that she croaked.

Then he can sort out all the hassles.

Not on your life.

I told you I can't cop it.

- We can't keep her like this.

There's a coffin in the back of the van.

Come on...

...help me. - I don't want to touch her.

- That's alright, I don't need you.

Go and keep a look-out.

OK...that suits me fine.

Get a move on.

Get in!

Fixed?

- Where've you stuck her? - In the wardrobe.

How are you going to tell him?

With consideration.

I wouldn't dare.

"Tails" gets the dirty job.

OK

"Tails"...it's you.

Oh, damn!

-Ah! Here you are!

And my aunt? She's a bit slow coming up, eh?

- She's downstairs. - In the van?

She's not too cold?

The cold was killing her.

That'd keep her quiet.

So you might say. You're taking it very calmly.

Eh?

- You didn't say it properly.

You've gotta say... "She's dead from the cold!"

It's better that way.

Explain yourself.

Isn't that enough?

She...is...dead...

from cold.

- Really dead? - Really dead.

Oh, Auntie!

- The poor woman. - She didn't suffer.

- It was a beautiful death.

When we put her in the coffin she was stiff.

In the coffin?

A temporary one.

- The wardrobe with the mirror. - Here's the key.

In the wardrobe with the mirror?

Auntie!

The van!

Someone's stolen the van!

Someone's stolen the van?

-'Evening. -'Evening, boys.

- Got some gear? - Nothing to sneeze at.

What've you got for me?

Linen, crockery.

A complete set of bedroom furniture.

I'm only interested in old stuff.

When I bring you that you say you want new stuff.

So I change my mind... I gotta cover myself.

- How much?

- 10 grand.

You robbing old bastard!

You said it!

I'll take it.

We'll give you this into the bargain.

Are you unloading now?

We're in a bit of a rush, as you might understand.

Empty it out and we'll alter the plates...

...and we'll be off.

The wardrobe key's missing!

I forgot to ask he owner!

So...that's it?

What do you mean?...

isn't that enough?

It is, as I understand it...

an amazing story.

Madame Lobligeois deserved a different death.

However it happened, the outcome is the same.

Of course.

Are you sure that she's dead?

As sure as I can be under the circumstances.

If she was still alive, we'd know about it!

You'd well know I'm right about that!

It all happened as I've told you.

My aunt's dead.

For public officers like myself

...death is an act covered by formalities.

This word is taken in its most solemn sense...

...like birth is an act.

The conventional mortgage, the trust.

You can't just die. You have to die legally.

There has to be a legal certificate.

She is dead!

Good...I'll grant you that.

She's dead.

She's not deceased.

Eh?

Death is to decease as love is to marriage.

What the proceeds of the theft are to the property.

What pinochle is to bridge in cards.

A proper heir or an improper heir.

Madame Lobligeois isn't dead according to the rules.

A dead woman cannot be separated from the nature of her death.

I think I'm going to go insane.

Death is something which comes with its own special importance.

But the properly verified death,..

...approved,...

...is something else altogether.

So?

You have to ensure by,..

...articles 77, 78 and 81 of the civil code,..

...that the death is certified.

How do you suggest I show her body?

It's been stolen!

So, you'll have to find it.

Yes...

If I may give you a bit of advice,..

...keep quiet about this business.

Be discreet.

You're a public servant.

A ridiculous episode such as this could affect your chances of promotion.

The finance ministry, is not known...

for its sense of humour.

Especially...black humour.

Goodbye for now, my friend.

So, kiddies...

waiting for your furniture?

Still no delivery?

Still nothing.

It feels so hopeless without it.

You'll be happy when your furniture turns up.

We've been living like gypsies for 8 months...

...waiting for the mail.

You should've got it!

I was getting it through a guy who could pull strings.

- Darling... - It's always the same thing.

- You've got the time to go off...

...to Senegal!

It must be beautiful.

Maybe not beautiful, but far away!

And everything far away is beautiful.

You'll go back there.

Someone I know at Rue Mouffetard...

says that the negroes from your Senegal...

...aren't longing for Rue Mouffetard.

Forget about it.

You don't know how lucky you are.

How are you arranging the bedroom.

Bed here...wardrobe there...

and the dressing table in the corner.

She's off again!

Darling, you're not being sensible.

They promised you!

You know the Colonial Office keeps its promises!

Broken promises!

That'll be your furniture.

- Monsieur Piegeois?. - This is it.

- It's a long way up!

- Well it IS the 7th floor!

No rush!

We're used to it.

- Where do you want it? - Over there.

Ah, isn't it a nice one!

But it's so heavy!

I wouldn't mind it myself.

There we are.

There's no key.

That happens with second-hand furniture.

There's a locksmith.

A key doesn't cost much.

I would've liked to put my things away.

I'll open it myself.

A knife will do the trick.

There...

- You'll damage it. - No...it's coming.

- You'll break my lock!

- I'll go to the locksmith.

- That's a better idea.

Monsieur Piegeois?

Yes, that's me.

This is it! I've got the job!

We're going to Dakar!

Darling!

What sort of dance is that?.

The bamboola.

The van disappeared.

Sorry.

No offense.

We all laugh at tragedy, sometimes.

I want to see the two truck-drivers, now.

I fired them both.

It wasn't the first time their truck was stolen.

So where are they?

How would I know?

They can go to the devil. If they've got a job...

... they haven't told me where.

That's my van, I recognize it.

-Yes, the cops found it for me.

The whole gang was busted.

Could it be...

Go and see the guys

at headquarters.

Thanks.

I'll only talk with my lawyer present.

You'll talk.

If you're nice we'll tell you everything.

- We've nothing to hide. - Shut up!

28 vehicles in a month.

Too kind!

I'm innocent.

I was abandoned as a child...

Shut up!

And you?

We've known you for 20 years.

What do you want?

I'm here about the Boirot van.

You're Boirot?

- No. - Are you messing with me?

- I'm the owner of the stolen furniture.

For stolen furniture... speak to him.

That's me.

So you're the fence?

What do you want?

May I ask him a question?

Yes.

Have you sold it?

You don't have to sell that stuff.

It sells itself.

Who bought it?

I'm well-organised.

Piegeois... 121 Rue Mouffetard.

We'll have it seized.

Did you get to open the wardrobe?

There was no key.

Did it contain any valuable items?

No, no, nothing. There was nothing in it.

Nothing at all.

Nothing...

This was their apartment.

And the furniture?

They left it to me in payment.

They weren't going to take it with them.

Did they get to open the wardrobe.

No, they didn't have a key.

They left for Marseilles the same evening.

They didn't get to sleep here.

What happened about the bedroom things?

What's it to you? Are you family?

Yes.

I sold it to a Monsieur Martinet.

His address?

A hotel on the Rue des Innocents.

Rue des Innocents? Thanks!

Monsieur Martinet, please.

And re-trump!

You were had!

You want something?

Monsieur Martinet.

That's me. Thanks, but you're the third this morning.

I've got the lot: shaving brush, razor...

toothpaste, etc... 'Bye bye!

You've got me wrong, monsieur.

I want a room.

What for?

What?

You're travelling?

Yes.

Plenty of hotels around here.

I want to stay here.

Very well.

Mimi!

Give the gent here a room.

This way Monsieur.

You should have sent him off. Don't like the look of him.

He's not a dick.

There are dicks that don't look like dicks.

He's no dick.

If you say so.

Can't stand nervous nellies.

You talking about me?

I haven't pulled a fast one on you!

Careful, the hotel's being renovated.

Aren't you going in?

There we are. You sleeping alone?

Yes.

That seems weird to me. I can't fall asleep alone.

Isn't there a key?

You know what it's like with these wardrobes...

There's no time to get them fixed!

You understand...

So it's never been opened?

It sure hasn't!

That's all, thanks.

There's your door key.

Your room number's 16.

Would you mind filling in your register card.

Sorry, but it's the rules

The police are very insistent.

Yes.

In a way, they're right.

Who?

The police.

You never know who you're dealing with.

That's for sure.

Despite being modest, your hotel seems comfortable.

How many rooms do you have?

28...since yesterday.

I was able to get some more furniture.

From a second-hand dealer.

That's the way to do it in a hotel.

Of course.

It's more of a daytime operation.

Or after midnight.

We have our regulars. It's a family business.

What's that?

Just our guests...

...playing a bit of ping-pong.

You've got ping-pong?

And a bathroom.

All mod cons.

- I'm going to take a stroll. - Fine!

Still going in 15.

Curly's at it with Big Charlie.

Sounds bad.

- You're scared. - How so?

How do you know?

When you're scared, you can see it in your face.

As if you weren't jumpy.

It doesn't show on me. I keep it bottled.

If I'm scared, I do it with dignity.

They're gonna wreck the joint. I'm going up.

Don't move... let them explain.

Lemme outta here!

You aren't...!

I'm thirsty.

What'll you have?

Whisky.

And Curly?

He's sleeping.

Can't be disturbed.

Monsieur, as a tax man you'll see it's simple.

The tax requirements are such,...

...wouldn't I be better giving up my inheritance?

It's a distant relative?

It's my aunt.

Your aunt?

Are you quite sure she's dead?

Yes.

You've seen her dead?

Properly dead?

Obviously.

She had extreme unction?

You closed her eyes?

What luck!

What?!

And she was put in a coffin.

A real coffin, with no glass or lock.

What luck!

She was put in a grave.

With a large slab on top.

So she wouldn't go anywhere.

Wonderful!

Yes. I mean...it's terrible!

- And you loved her very much? - Oh yes.

And you buried her?

You don't know how lucky you are.

Dr Rastouin? I'll see him.

Goodbye. I'll fix it up for you.

Thanks, I won't forget it.

Rastouin the pathologist?

He's just done his 10,000th autopsy.

Show him in.

- Good morning. Sorry to disturb you.

- You should have had my letter regarding the payment delay.

My responsibilities don't allow me...

It's alright to delay.

You've told me...

It was nothing. Forget about it.

Then I must thank you.

- Can you spare me a couple of minutes? -Yes.

I'm going to make a confession.

Don't laugh at me.

I have a hobby.

Detective stories.

I write in my spare time.

I publish under a pen name.

Great idea.

The best stories are the most plausible.

I share your point of view and I know by experience

...that nothing is improbable.

The most incredible stories are often the most truthful.

- Rest assured, I'll spare you the story.

It's about a murder of course.

But the victim is scarcely dead,...

...when she disappears.

Those who are interested in finding the body,

...set off in pursuit.

Why and how it disappeared isn't important.

What I want to clarify,...

...is that we don't lose track of the body...

...in the course of its misadventures.

If my body was found by strangers,...

...in compromising circumstances,...

...what would become of it?

What always happens in such a case.

Fear of getting caught outweighs common sense.

You see the most perfectly honest man...

...go to pieces...

...and behave like a criminal.

But if I understand correctly,...

...for your narrative to follow the right direction,..

..the body must be found by the person interested in finding it.

That's it.

But how do I prevent the body from...

...revealing itself by its smell?

If your body hasn't been put in a sealed coffin...

My victim wasn't murdered.

She had a cardiac arrest at minus 26 Celsius.

Good on you!

When the body is snap-frozen in intense cold...

...the albumin can coagulate...

...and putrefaction is prevented.

Laret, the renowned surgeon with Napoleon's army,

...saw this happen during the Russian campaign.

At the Berezino River?

At the Berezino.

So my story makes sense?

Excellent! And I wish you every success.

- Thank you. - I'm the one should be thanking.

- Why? - Time to pay.

- Time to pay? What time to pay?

- The time to pay...

Good evening!

Good evening.

Any mail?

No.

No news?

About what?

Madame Lobligeois.

-Ah... yes, yes. She wired me.

Sends you her greetings.

That surprises me. She couldn't stand the sight of me.

Wasn't she supposed to be back next day?

She so loved her home.

She stayed at Clermont. Business to sort out.

Very strange.

What's very strange?

That she stayed Clermont seeing that it's no longer her house.

She's probably at the hotel or with a neighbour.

That's not her style.

So...

I won't be sleeping here tonight.

Good evening, Madame Coufignac.

- What'll you tell him? - That I went to a movie.

Whadda you want? Fuck off !

Sorry, wrong room.

I got such a fright.

Me too.

Calm down, darling.

I'll bolt the door.

- What'd you tell him? - That I was going to the movies.

It's Victor!

I'm telling you, it IS.

Pardon, monsieur.

Good morning, monsieur. I'm not disturbing you?

No.

I've brought two breakfasts!

Out of habit!

I'll eat them. I'm hungry.

How sad... a man alone in bed.

Like a widower.

I don't like sad things.

I see happy people.

They're up, they're down, they're laughing.

That's love, eh?

- Don't you like love? - Yes.

- I like love. But when I'm not at home, I'm not particular.

It's not always fun.

When Madame Fernande died, the guest in 7...

Eh?

Typhoid fever! Boom! Carried off in two shakes.

She had friends, though.

Room 7?

It's been disinfected by the health department.

They blocked up everything. The chimney,..

...the pipes, even the keyhole.

So when is 7 open again?

Today.

Do you need me any more?

No thanks.

Very well.

Why'd you have to do it in my place?

Here or there... it had to happen.

- He was a real arsehole. - That's not the point.

- Don't get worked up. We knew we were doing right.

A matter of conscience!

It's OK to bump a guy off who's a double crosser.

But you don't do it in a mate's place.

It's bad manners.

I've got bad manners?

Exactly!

Don't squabble!

He's nervous.

It's written all over his face.

Why'd you bump him off?

If his buddies get wind of it...

Are you chicken?

Have you thought about the cops?

If they search here?

I'd be closed down!

Relax!

I feel sick knowing there's a stiff up there.

There'll be trouble.

If we're worried about dicks, we don't invite them.

Whadda you mean?

Should we put a tail on that guy?

Him, a dick? With that face?

- It's a cover. - Cover?

Only one thing matters to me.

That's the problem.

Did you sleep well?

Yes.

Hum...

I'd like a word with you in private.

With me?

Yes.

Please...

Would you like a drink?

No thanks... never between meals.

Maybe this will seem a bit ridiculous.

I feel you'll understand me.

Yes.

I shouldn't hide the real reason from you

...why I'm here.

It's a sort of...

pilgrimage for me.

I had a girlfriend whom I loved...

...more than anything in the world

Nevertheless I was quite aware of...

...the loose life of this unfortunate woman.

Her name was Fernande.

Big Fernande?

For me she'll always be little Fernande.

She died here in this hotel.

Far from all those she loved.

So I'd like to preserve...

...the things that surrounded her in her death throes.

Would you sell me the furniture in Room 7?

You can't refuse me.

I know my request will find a soft spot in your heart.

You were fond of her?

Yes. Everyone was her friend.

When you've worked so long...

Er... yes...

Alright... that'll be OK.

You know, you're a good man.

I didn't expect otherwise.

So let's work out my bill.

- I'll fix you up right away. - Fine.

- And I'll take the furniture during the day.

Understood.

Thanks. It's nothing.

So?

Your dick is just a poor screwball.

I should have known.

That's not a reason to go off.

- Gotta keep our eyes peeled. - I'm thirsty.

Right.

- Mimi! - Yes?

Bring us some bubbly.

- Your furniture's here. - I know.

For Madame Lobligeois?

I know. Through here, chaps.

- Where do you want them? - There.

How's she going?

Very well.

- Will she be here soon? - She'll be here.

Through here, chaps.

Gently.

Is it heavy?

It weighs more when it's empty!

- That's for you. - Thanks.

So, are you going to see her again soon?

Yes.

You pay for a room while you don't sleep here.

That's OK... thanks.

What's happening to me?!

Madame Lobligeois?

She's not here, no.

Her dressmaker... Madame Constantinesco.

Good afternoon, Madame Constantinesco.

Yes.

Me?...oh, I'm fine.

Yes, Madame Con... Constantinesco.

Of course...I'll tell her.

My aunt will call you.

Who is it?

Police! Open up!

You lock and bolt the door?

I wasn't planning to go out.

I apologize for this inconvenient call.

Captain.

I sometimes have to pursue enquiries unwillingly.

- Enquiry? - Stupid...right?

You're a victim of public spite.

Tax collectors don't have any friends.

The so-called disappearance of your aunt has started rumours.

We've received letters, admittedly anonymous,...

...which have still aroused our curiosity.

What are you going to do?

Search your apartment.

It's just a ridiculous formality

...that will clear you in the eyes of your detractors.

What is it you want to know?

If, perchance, the body of Madame Lobligeois is here.

Do what you have to do.

A friend of mine.

He dozed off... he's been travelling for 2 days

Travelling is tiring.

What?

Travelling is tiring.

Yes.

Jamaican rum!

Good stuff, Jamaican rum.

Especially when you have a cold.

And this is the weather for colds.

- May I...? - Love to.

Your friend might like a drink with us.

No, he'd rather sleep.

To wake him...

Cheers!

To your friend's health!

He's sleeping well.

He sneezed.

He sneezed.

- Not him. - It was me.

Good stuff.

It's Jamaica rum.

We don't want to wake him up.

Goodbye, and my apologies.

Thanks.

"Closed due to bereavement"

Is The H�tel des Innocents closed?

It's weird.

The boss dismissed his staff...

...closed up and cleared off.

It seems he lost a close relation.

That's not a reason to close your hotel.

Nothing surprises me nowadays.

Some people are crazy.

What was it about?

Oh, nothing much.

I bought stuff from room 7,

but he delivered room 15's.

What'll you have?

Nothing.

- You? - Your mail.

- You taking a trip? - Maybe.

I don't know yet.

We'll give you a hand.

- That's nice of you. - Part of the service!

You're right to go.

Porter!

- It's friggin' heavy.

Must be a body in there!

Yep.

Funny bugger.

Your receipt. Otherwise you can't claim it.

Well, yes... that�d be annoying.

I was here before...

Can you tell me?

Something you want?

What's it about?

--You can address me as "commander".

What's happening, commander?

Yesterday this hotel was dedicated to demons,...

...today it becomes a house of God.

People who are pure at heart will find shelter...

...shielded from temptation.

That's how it will be.

Ah yes...

Are you shifting the furniture out?

We can't keep that furniture...

...that was witness to such turpitude.

We'll wash away the stains.

We cannot keep what's been used for sin.

Don't burn it!

Not even fire could cleanse it!

So you'll sell it commander?

I want to buy a wardrobe.

Too late...we're sending everything to the auction room.

It'll be sold tomorrow.

Can I examine the wardrobes?

Impossible, there are no keys

for the wardrobes... - No time.

Bidding begins!

Silence please.

Silence!

Ladies and gentlemen...

We're about to proceed with a sale of hotel furniture.

It's to be sold as one lot.

Start off at 120,000

120,000.

125!

130.

135! 140!

50!

55!

60!

65!

70!

75!

80!

85!

185 to the gentleman at the back!

Any advance on 185?

185,000 to the gentleman at the back!

No further bid?

Sold...? at 185,000...?

Sold!

Ladies and gentlemen.

The buyer is returning for sale the furniture he has just bought.

With the exception of the wardrobes.

- What's this all about? - Incredible!

What are you going to do with them?

I collect them.

Quoi?

I'm a wardrobe collector.

I'm going to see what's going on.

It doesn't add up. I'm missing one.

About the wardrobes I bought.

Sure.

There should have been 17 and I only got 16.

One of the bedrooms at the hotel

...was sold separately.

That furniture wasn't able to be delivered in time.

Can you give me the name of the buyer?

Certainly.

Let's see...

The furniture was bought in the name of Moreau.

We don't have an address.

He organised delivery.

Moreau?.

Moreau... Thanks.

Moreau...

What'll it be?

A directory.

Can't find it?

- What'll you have? - Nothing.

- A small house white.

- You can drink this without being thirsty.

There are 364 Moreaus?

364 Moreaus in the directory!

Not counting those without a phone.

I look for one Moreau and there are 364!

Why? Tell me.

That's the reason!...

It's not fair.

- Life's not fair. - Not about that, no.

- I lost my aunt. - Ah...

I can't find her.

You think that's fair, not being able to find her?

If she hadn't been put in a glazed wardrobe...

You shouldn't put bodies in wardrobes.

It's not fair.

They're not made for that.

There are so many glazed wardrobes!

The world is full of wardrobes and Moreaus!

Not fair.

Not fair.

As there are too many Moreaus and wardrobes,...

...I don't get to find my aunt.

That's it eh?

I guess so.

Now it's all over.

She's slipped away, evaporated. I'll never see her.

What do I owe you?

Three fives...15. 150!

- There's 200. Keep it. - Thanks.

- I'm going to get some air.

My heads spinning. That's not fair either.

Heads shouldn't spin for no reason.

I'll give you back your directory.

Too many Moreaus.

'Bye. I'm gonna get some air.

It's not your fault there are too many Moreaus!

And too many wardrobes!

The infamous are not entitled...

...to a Christian burial.

The infamous are not entitled to a Christian burial or even a cross.

Be cursed till the end of time!

You want something? Monsieur Moreau.

You said Moreau?

If I got hold of him I'd break this cane over his head.

But God only knows where he is. He's a coward.

You're a journalist? Come along my boy.

We're working.

You�re going to see me in "The Tragic Wardrobe".

Rehearsal now!

Shut up! I can't hear myself!

We start again at the end of 9.

Hurry up, old man!

It's you on right now.

- Everything ready up there? - Yes.

Stop that hammering!

I asked for silence.

Cora?

Always late.

So this is when you turn up? And you�re stuffing yourself?

- I haven't eaten. And Moreau?

- Whadda you think...he's hiding.

He owes us for 4 months.

Nothing that bastard does would surprise me.

It seems he went and insured his theatre.

- With who's money? - Ours!

You'll play opposite R�chaud.

Yes, my pet. Where do we start?

- The end of 9. -OK.

Off we go!

Rideau!

Stop that hammering.

Vengeance hour has rung!

The sublime moment!

These hands are red with blood!

Who would dare accuse of such a crime...

...the descendant of the Fontenoises?

- Any news of Moreau? - No.

Bastard!

Curses! I heard everything.

That man is a murderer! This way my dear Count!

Save us! I love you!

- What's happening?

Wretch!

- Let me go! You're mad! Help me!

- Nobody will hear you.

The castle's surrounded.

- What do I say? -"You're captured..."

You're captured in a trap!

Look at the wardrobe!

There's a body inside.

- Oh! - It's not true.

Lady Armstrong!

And you're the one who put her there.

Strangle me for God's sake!

Have pity! You're strangling me!

It's not true... I swear on my children.

The wardrobe is empty!

That's what we're going to see!

Good. Get ready for 9. We'll carry on.

- It's good? - It'll do.

- Will the stiff be seen?. - Stick it in the wardrobe.

There's no key.

So...force the lock!

Allow me!

Hey...where are you going?.

Fire! Fire!

Help! Fire!

Outta my way!

The curtain!

Heck!... Don't stay there!

It's happened!... I've found my aunt!

The theatre was saved from disaster!

The furniture's survived.

It was awarded to a creditor of Moreau's.

A van's ready to take it.

- Please. - Listen...

- We'll follow the van.

Yes, yes.

Not a minute to lose!

- This is insane... - We'll see!

- Come on, I'm telling you.

Please...keep moving!

Monsieur Puc, I beg of you!

My wardrobe!

I beg you...come back!

Monsieur Puc!

Monsieur Puc!

My wardrobe!

- Come back, Monsieur Puc!

Monsieur Puc! Come back!

It's 7 o'clock! The van's here!

I'd dozed off. I worked late.

You still forgot to turn off the bath. It's overflowing!

They'll be flooded downstairs.

You'll mop all this up before you leave.

Yes, Aunt L�a.

Don't go now. It's got even colder.

Maybe I'll drop dead on the way?

Ha, ha! You'll bury me!

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