All language subtitles for Les.intrigantes.1954.DivX

THE PLOTTERS

You'd think he was still breathing.
-A dead man who breathes?

Was he old?
-Yes, from birth.

Your director?
-Yes, but we have another one.

He'll be missed.
-So will his money.

Was he rich?
-Very rich.

Bye, buddy.

Fatal fall in theatre.

Albert Bazine falls from foot-bridge.

Who pushed Bazine?
Inspector Gosset leads investigation.

PAUL REMI AT OFFICE OF
INVESTIGATING JUDGE

The facts, Mr R�mi.

You and Albert Bazine were on the
foot-bridge, 20 metres above the stage.

One of you falls and dies.
-Sad, but clearly an accident.

Yes, it's clear for you.
-Of course, I was there.

And I'm telling you what I saw.
You know who I am, don�t you?

My wife's always talking about
Paul R�mi. All Parisian women are.

People from the theatre are popular.
-Also with the police.

Nobody's accusing you.
-Why am I here then?

To make a statement.

And also because of this anonymous
letter.

I get anonymous letters a lot.
I flush them without reading them.

We read everything we get our
hands on.

We don't trust anonymous letters,
but we have to read them.

The author says he witnessed the drama.
-The accident.

He calls it a drama.

When Bazine and I were on the
foot-bridge, the place was empty.

Are you sure?

Maybe there was someone,
but you didn't know it.

You can't just walk in there.
-You have staff, don't you?

Actors.
-Do you suspect one of my actors?

I know them through and through.

We think we know our fellow men,
our women...

our friends...

I have a rehearsal at 5.

Then I won't hold you any longer,
for now.

One more thing.

A signature.

For my wife.
She loves signatures.

H�l�ne.

One more question...

Am I a witness or a suspect
in this case?

There are suspect witnesses and
innocent suspects.

Idiot, can't you pay attention?

Talk to me.
Who wrote that letter?

It's anonymous.
We have no clue at all.

You're upset because of
the investigating judge.

A bit.

They're like doctors.
They'll always find something.

Aren't you overdramatizing?
-I don't think so.

Drama's my job.
I make a living of it.

Where are we going?

To a miscarriage of justice.
Straight to it.

Ten times Dryops' daughter
is cursed.

She abandoned me at 18 months.

Yet I am Pan, in spite of
my mother.

I am Pan, I said.
Which Pan, someone asked.

Because I am everything
if not more.

I am the plains and I am Aeolus,
the wind.

But what does it matter since all roads
to the Olympus lead.

I just can't do it.

to the Olympus lead...
Damn.

That's not in the text.

All roads to the Olympus lead.

Why not "lead to the Olympus"?
-Ask the author.

What does it matter? Since all roads to
the Olympus lead.

I, Pan, have conquered the Persians...

...and have given my name to
panic and pantheism.

Why does the nymph kiss me on the mouth?
-Why?

Because it's a musical comedy.
It says:

Nymph number 7 walks past
and avidly kisses him on the mouth.

Avidly? Disgusting.

Are nymphs male or female?

Female. Have you ever seen a nymph
with a moustache?

That sounds good. But you have to be
careful with mythology.

I, Pan, grandson of Maia,
son of Atlas and of Zeus.

Don't read on the job.
-What a story.

Paul R�mi at investigating
judge's office.

Surprised?

Antonio, start again at
"Because I am everything".

Because I am everything.

I am the plains and I am Aeolus,
the wind.

But what does it matter?

Read this.

Unbelievable.

Look.

Antonio, for the 100th time.
Why take a breath after "heavenly"?

You say "heavenly orchestra" as if
you're talking about a party band.

Try to hear the orchestra.
-What does it play then?

Ask Marcange.

Hello, author.
-Here I am.

What does the heavenly orchestra play?
Wagner or Vincent Scotto?

That's funny.

Two days before the dress rehearsal,
Antonio becomes funny.

At least someone's funny.

You're only interested in
Shakespeare.

He's dead and buried.
Again, starting at "orchestra".

I still think it sounds wrong.

I'll remove the orchestra.

You're removing my orchestra,
Mr Pak�vitch?

Should I remove myself too?

No, suicide's bad luck.

And we'd have to collect money
for a wreath.

Very funny. Get Paul R�mi.

No, he's not allowed in anymore.
Read this.

Aren't you coming home?

We'll go to bed,
have dinner in bed...

and try to think
who wrote that letter.

I have to go there,
or things will go wrong.

Will you be alright?
-Of course.

Darling, the car registration.

I'm glad I have you.
Do you love me?

Very much. But I also love these
scary times...

...because I can help you and
really be with you.

Your setbacks make us equals.
That's rare in a marriage.

Kiss me.

Actually, you don't have that many
setbacks. Especially at night.

Go now, big guy.
Try to find your anonymous.

I'll find him here, in my theatre.

Mona.

What if the letter was telling
the truth?

What do you mean?
-What if I really pushed Bazine?

Then it wasn't intentional
and I'd still support you.

You'd be the only one.
-I want to be the only one, understand?

Adios, amigo.

Paul R�mi, famous theatre director,
refuses to comment.

The director of the theatre where
the accident took place...

Can you fall off a foot-bridge
without being pushed?

Yes, if you're dizzy.
-Dizzy?

I believe that even less than I
believe in paradise.

You've read Sartre.
-Have you?

I browsed through it.

Antonio, there are no newspapers
on the Olympus.

It's a disaster.
-No, Mr Pak�vitch, it's a mess.

Yes, a big mess, especially Act 2.
And we're performing in two days.

Marcange has to rethink
the Hermes character.

He could just as well be Pan's father as
Heracles' daughter-in-law.

It's one big Greek salad.
-Start again.

No, I'm not starting again.

I'm talking about the rehearsal,
not about your argument.

Hello, dear.
-What a mess.

My turn.

Because, listen to me well...

I have become very famous.

I have chased the Titans by yelling
as loud as I could.

I have driven off the Persians.

But where is he, my honoured father?
Do you know, old man?

Say it.
I have been looking for years.

What is your honourable father's name?
-Hermes, son of Zeus and Maia.

Then I am your father.
-Impossible.

"Impossible"? It doesn't say that.

"Impossible" because he talks as if I
asked who dropped the soup bowl.

He's good, isn't he?
Just admit you hate the play.

No, please!

Again.

Hermes, son of Zeus and Maia...

Then I am your father.

You are my father,
messenger of the gods?

I am.

What are you doing?
-I have found my father, Hermes.

Is he Hermes?
-Yes, I recognize his beard.

Embrace my father, nymph.

Am I talented or not?

I was just asking myself that.

When you read my play, it's light,
bubbly like champagne.

Now it's become cheap red wine.
-With lots of water added.

Did you eat something wrong?
-You could say that.

No, not now.

This will be a disaster.

Something's bothering us.

We're thinking about how Bazine died.
Do you really want to be at the opening?

Want me to wear mourning attire?
-People will see you.

So?

They'll start talking about
the accident again.

They'll speculate.
It will create a scandal.

The theatre might have to close.

Aren't you afraid of what they'll say?
-Just say that I killed him.

You're crazy, R�mi.

I just think it would be good
to keep a low profile...

for a while.
-No, I have no reason to do that.

Enough. If you start too,
I'm gone.

I'll go. But first I want to say
something to everybody.

Silence.

When I came in just now,
a newspaper was going around.

I read that newspaper too.

There was an article with a picture
of the boss.

Exciting, isn't it?

The boss being interrogated
by an investigating judge.

How sensational.

As long as you all know...

that one of you betrayed me.

One of you wants to destroy me...

and committed a heinous crime
to achieve that.

To accuse me without taking off
your mask.

I'm looking at all of you.

And I think it's impossible.

But it's true.

It's one of you.

The eternal story of betrayal.

Who's the little Judas?

Is it one of my excellent technicians?

Or one of the great actors or
actresses?

Who is it? Step forward, coward...

author of the anonymous letter.

Is it one of my nymphs,
those little angels?

You never know with angels.

Or Marcange?

You're crazy.
-Who is it then?

Exciting, isn't it?

You suspect me, I suspect you.

Let's hope it will soon be clear...

so we can breathe freely again...

and look each other in the eye.

What are you doing here?

You spoke beautifully, but everybody
knows that heights made Bazine dizzy.

A one hour break. Keep calm.
We'll continue at 9.

And the heavenly orchestra?
-They'll give the signal.

Andrieux.

Boss.

Did you just come from the theatre?
-Yes, boss.

Why are you knocking then?
You know I'm not there.

I thought...
-Come.

I wanted to show you the seating
arrangement for the day after tomorrow.

These people have been invited to the
opening and the dress rehearsal.

I don't think I forgot anybody.

Check it yourself.
My head's elsewhere.

You know where.
-On your shoulders.

I seem to have murdered Bazine.
Funny idea...

but what would have been my motive?

Answer that. I'm not here.

Mr R�mi isn't in.

But you can leave a message
with me.

Alright, notary, goodbye.

Who was that?
-Bernard, Bazine's notary.

What did he want?
-Nothing.

They just opened the will of poor
Mr Bazine.

And?
-You're the only heir.

Yes, you're the heir.

What the hell?
-It's good. You inherit a fortune.

Bazine was involved in wholesale
potatoes.

Strange that he became a theatre man.
What could have pushed him?

I mean, what pushed him into
that direction?

Think about it in your own room.
I'm going to ask for details.

Pass me notary Bernard's office.

It's even worse than we thought.

Anonymous: the word says it all.
Who's behind it?

Right, what's behind it?
-What are you doing, maestro?

I'm writing down what you've
just said.

I might be able to use it.

The scandal's complete,
two days before dress rehearsal.

Let's eat. Remember that H�bertot also
wanted to have us.

Aren't you Miss Jany No�l,
the actress?

Emile Carcassonne.
I'm looking for Mr R�mi.

He's not here.
-Then I'll try again later.

Who can the anonymous be?

I don't know, but there are plenty
of mean types here.

The boss should file a complaint.
-Against whom?

Against Mr X.
-There's Andrieux.

Andrieux is with an x.
-What would you like?

Cold cuts, a hard-boiled egg
and a beer.

Coming up.

To the Olympus lead...
-What?

Nothing.

R�mi's name's dragged through the mire.
-The mire only affects the vehicle.

Should R�mi sue Mr X?
-He'd better keep a low profile.

Mr X had better do that.
-Unless he's right.

Are you crazy?
-No, I'm keeping all options open.

Mona, come here for dinner.

You're naked? Get dressed.
Hurry, I have some news.

Yes, it's rather serious.

I feel cornered.

Ask Damien to come as well.
I need a lawyer.

Yes, pick him up by car.

See you soon.

I forsake the world,
but before I leave it...

I would like to hear your
opinion:

Am I right to become a nun?

Perdican: Do not ask me,
because I shall not become a monk.

Camille: In the nine years
that we were separated...

you have experienced life.

I know what kind of man you are.

With a heart and mind like yours,
you must have learnt a lot.

Did you have mistresses?
-Why that question?

Tell me honestly.
-Yes, I did.

And did you love them?
-No, don't say it so fast.

Wait a moment, take a breath and then:
"Did you love them?"

What are you doing here?
-I finished work.

What work?
-I'm a typist.

Oh, of course.
-You've never noticed me.

I think I've never seen you
like this.

You've seen me daily for half a year.
-That's long.

Not that long yet, just
half a year.

Not that we talk much.
But you've often said to me:

"Get lost". "Who's that idiot?"

You have no manners.
-Enough. We're having a break.

Tell me, typist.
-My name's Marie.

Do you know who set me up?
-No one admitted it to me.

Which man would want to kill me?
-It doesn't have to be a man.

A woman then? You maybe?

No, women can be plotters, but they
don't go so far as to...

So you think that women...

I don't think. We're playing something
by Marcange.

You produce bad plays and you think
life's the same.

That's enough.
Go now, my wife will be here.

Are you afraid she'll be jealous?

Of you? Don't make me laugh.
-Thanks!

Marie, what did you do before
you came here?

I was a telephone operator at
Galeries Lafayette.

But I was going crazy there.
So I became a typist.

Why did you just play
"No Trifling with Love?"

Didn't you understand?

That's a pity.

And Damien?
-He'll be here on his own.

I don't want to be in a car with him.
-Is he courting you?

With his hands. Terrible.
Let's have dinner.

He brings his lawyer here?
The bill!

That woman's a pain.

What's wrong?
-The author's wife's a nag.

Strange, Bazine and you were
always fighting...

and now you're in his will.
-Love and hate are two sides of a coin.

I don't inherit Bazine's fortune.
I just made a phone call.

I inherit shares
of the Paul R�mi Theatre.

So you'll have a controlling interest.
-Yes, indeed.

Did he ever mention it?
-Once, when he'd been drinking.

At least the old jackal loved
the theatre.

The wings, the smell... The alcohol
made him cheerful that night.

Yes, I remember.
Mr and Mrs Marcange were there too.

They can testify that the inheritance
had been promised to you.

You're in big trouble.

Is it your job to defend me or scare me?
I don't believe this.

Waiter.

Have you made a choice?
-A bottle of Sancerre.

Nice and cold.

One Sancerre.

I like the mustard.
But it burns in my nose.

Are you talking to yourself?
-Sit with me and you'll find out.

Where did you pick that up?
-From the Larousse.

Telephone for Mr Andrieux.
-I'm not here.

Are you still rehearsing that scene
from De Musset?

Yes, and today with the boss.

That's just great.
-Don't I have the right to an opinion?

He says there is no proof that
the boss is innocent.

I'm not saying he's guilty.
-What are you saying, Hermes?

Just that there's no proof
either way.

You just don't say that.
-Especially tonight. Shut up.

She's right.
Listen, what do you think of this?

Ok, Machiavelli.
The author and his serpent.

I won't come back here. Bad food, bad
service and it stinks of actors.

Your change.
-That's for you, kid.

28 francs.
A good thing I don't have children.

R�mi has an argument with
his lawyer.

Give me a break, I'm not in court yet.
-Listen.

We have to prepare a defence.
Say to the judge...

Let's assume I killed Bazine.

I won't say that at all,
because he'd believe me.

That's absurd.
-You're absurd.

One anonymous letter
and the police are after you.

I didn't push him.
-Prove it!

How?
-They have to believe me.

If they'd believe everybody,
I'd have to find another job.

No problem.
-Lawyers talk with their hands.

What did I tell you?
-Marcange is back, without his wife.

Could he be ill?
He looks upset.

Congratulations on your staff.
Know what they're doing?

They're on strike.
-Why?

They want the traitor to reveal
themselves.

How nice of them.
-I don't think so.

I hope you'll fire
the agitators.

We've created a petition.
Listen all.

Can you turn off the music?

Actors, actresses and all staff
declare...

that their director has always
behaved impeccably towards them.

An anonymous accusation cannot
hurt him.

His reputation protects him
from any suspicion...

with regards to the death by accident
of his partner Bazine.

Does anyone want to add something?
No? Then I'll type it.

Mr Marcange is the first to sign.
-Once the strike ends.

He's right.
-Finally.

Allow me. A strike isn't the
solution, dear people.

I appreciate it, but the theatre
comes first.

We'll do as you say.
Listen before you sign.

I have an important announcement.

Bazine left me his shares.

I'll be the sole owner of
the theatre.

So there's a reason to suspect me.

So why strike?

What if you're wrong?
What if I killed him?

That's not true.

I agree, but I had to tell you this.

Now you're free to sign the petition
or not.

Do you want to sign?

No, I'm his wife.
-That's why.

No, it wouldn't be good.
Did everybody sign?

Yes, except Andrieux and Marcange.

I want to see ecstasy.

Everybody signed.
-Everybody?

Except Andrieux and Marcange.

And...

Your wife didn't sign.
She said it would be wrong.

What shall I do with the petition?
-Let me have it.

Why didn't you sign the petition?

Could you close the door?

Why didn't you sign?

Because I don't agree.

Absolutely not.

Mr R�mi's honour,
his reputation of integrity?

I don't buy it.

I couldn't, because I...

...witnessed the incident.

Which incident?

Mr Bazine's death.

Mr Bazine was ugly.

And fat. Annoying.

A bit obnoxious.

Endless stories...
But most of all he was rich.

So you think that my husband..

Pushed Bazine?
Yes, I saw it.

I saw it the way I see you now.
But with less pleasure.

Bazine fell in front of me.
His skull cracked. Bang!

You're a filthy liar, you hear?

A bastard. I despise you.

You're lying.
Bazine had a dizzy spell.

You can go when I tell you.
-Let go of me.

No, I love holding you,
even like this.

You're beautiful when you're angry,
Mona. -Don't call me Mona.

I could have kept silent,
but you know I love you.

That's why I told them everything.
He has to go to jail...

...because you can't stay with
a criminal.

A criminal...

Where were you?
-Here.

I don't know what came over me.
I almost suffocated.

What are you looking at?

At the foot-bridge that he
fell from.

What's wrong?
-Nothing.

Has it happened before?
-I don't know.

Has anyone fallen off before?
-I don't know!

What's that?

Nothing, boss, a spotlight.
Nobody got hurt.

Crazy, I thought...

You thought what?
-That someone had fallen again.

Is everything alright, boss?
-Yes.

I heard something fall.
-Let's go.

Leave him alone.
Go away.

Excuse me.

Emile Carcassonne.
I'd like to speak to Mr R�mi.

This is a bad time.
-Alright, excuse me.

I'll try again later.

A bit more flexible.

Flexible!

Remember you're dancing on the Olympus.
And what is the Olympus?

Where they hold the Olympic Games.

When they don't talk in the play,
it's charming.

Like on the radio.

I think the dancing�s a bit...

Me too.
You should have had text here.

Excuse me, Miss.
Emile Carcassonne.

Is Mr R�mi still in the theatre?
-No, he went home ill.

Then I'll see him tomorrow.

Can someone shut her up?
-I'll go.

Higher.

Guillaume, what are you doing?

The left curtain.

I'm out of rope.
-This is too much curtain.

Again.

Loosen the front curtain.
-This is a temple, not a skittle alley.

Oh, don't you trust me anymore?

Guillaume.

Curtains 4 and 6. Two or three ropes?

Two, as Mr Pak�vitch said.
-That's it.

Get a third rope and use them
together.

Pull now.

Right, secure it.

It's not that hard.

Don't you think that the d�cor
is a bit too far back?

It could come forward 1 metre 25.
-I'm not sure.

Could the d�cor come forward?
-It could.

By how much?

1 metre 25.
-Bravo.

Thanks. I also think Pak�vitch should
put a mercury light on the back curtain.

There's no transformer.
-There are three in the supply room.

You're extraordinary.
-No, I'm not.

But I can help if you explain
a few things to me.

Say you won't be able to work.
-Why not?

Say you don't feel well,
like last night.

Because they might arrest me?
-Quiet.

Inspector Gosset wants to talk to you.

In my office?

No, I brought him with me.
He's on stage.

Inspector Gosset.

I was just looking at the foot-bridge.
It's high.

Eighteen metres.
-Five floors.

When I was told to go see you,
I was pleased.

I love theatre.
-Shall we go to my office?

Aren't we fine here?

It smells good here.
It smells of d�cor, of adventure.

Let's sit down.

What kind of person was
this Bazine?

You already know.
-Of course.

But you have an aggresive personality.
-I don't know.

I do.

In 1944, in Cairo, you got into a fight
with a nightclub owner.

It was called Aux Pyramides.

Yes, I remember.

He was badly hurt.
Broken nose, etc.

You were lucky he wasn't Egyptian.

You would have gone to jail.
-He was Iraqi.

He was rude to one of my actresses.

Can we go on the foot-bridge?

If you want.

I think it's useful, to form
an opinion.

There are 24 female theatre
directors in Paris.

24 female bosses.

They choose the plays and
the d�cors.

On opening night, they receive
everybody.

I was in the army with the fire
department. I can handle ladders.

You were with an armoured division.
-You're well informed.

Of course, that's my job.

It would be fascinating to
be a boss.

Where was it exactly?
-Here.

Which way was he looking when
it happened?

Down. He got dizzy.
I wanted to grab him, but...

Yes, I see. But why did he go up here?
Of his own accord?

No, at my request.
Because of that skylight.

It needs to be repaired,
but that would cost 225,000 francs.

Bazine didn't want to hear about it.
A rich miser.

I understand.
So you had a fight.

No, he fell right away.

Are you sure?
-I'm telling you.

Just because you say it, doesn't mean
I have to believe it.

I'll believe it when I see it.

You didn't see me push Bazine.

Unfortunately, there was a witness.
-And you believe them rather than me.

I believe nobody.
But to be honest...

you're not looking very good.

First, there is the inheritance.
Plus, you didn't get along with him.

You loved his money, not him.
Besides...

when he became your partner,
3 years ago..

the theatre was about to be closed,
wasn't it?

I had lost 8 million on a masterpiece
by Pirandello.

And then your saviour arrived
with his millions. How much?

Forty.

Shall we go down again?

Alright.

Theatres are great.

Your contribution was
your reputation.

Yes, I have a name as
a theatre man.

He made me pay dearly for
his forty million.

We had to perform terrible plays.
-Such as Meeting On The Olympus.

Do you know what he wanted to call it?
Trouble On The Olympus.

That's a good one.
Trouble!

Yes, very funny.

Andrieux, wait.

I want to see you in my office.

My secretary.
The anonymous witness, right?

Not anymore.
Last night, he came into the open.

What did he see?

He saw you push Bazine.

Arrest me then.
-First an arrest warrant.

But I think that's a matter of time.
And it's up to the judge.

I wouldn't rush.
Stay calm.

Are you Mrs R�mi?

I think it would be advisable
for your husband...

not to use any aggression towards
Mr Andrieux.

Why did you say that?
-Your husband just found out...

that Andrieux witnessed against him.
He can fire him...

but he can't break his nose.

Trouble on the Olympus.

Tell me to my face that you
saw that.

Yes, I saw you and you didn�t
know it.

And then you sent the anonymous
letter, coward.

Since yesterday, I'm no longer
anonymous.

Out, dirtbag. Get lost.
You're no longer part of this theatre.

I'll go, but I saw you. You killed
Bazine. Murderer.

Get out, quickly.
-Why should I?

Go away quickly, please.

I was so afraid.

He's lying. Why does he accuse me?
-I don't know.

I didn't push Bazine, I swear.
But they don't want to believe me.

They want to SEE that I didn't push
Bazine.

How can I prove my innocence?
-I don't know.

I'm guilty because I can't prove
the opposite. They'll arrest me.

No, they won't.
-Yes, they'll have an arrest warrant.

Says who?
-The inspector.

What did I do to Andrieux?
Do you know?

No, really, I don't.

When I stood on the foot-bridge,
you were talking to him.

He didn't say anything to me or I didn't
hear it. I just looked at you up there.

I didn't know he had accused you.
-Who told you that?

Inspector Gosset.

From up there it really looked as if you
were talking to Andrieux.

What's that?

Give me the paper!

There it is.

BAZINE CASE: ARREST IMMINENT

Imminent.

Did you see it?
"Arrest imminent."

I have an idea.

Wait...

Fr�ville...

Fr�ville? Mona speaking.

Did you read it? It's terrible.
Can't you come here?

No, to his office in the theatre.

Thank you. See you soon.

You're very strong, Mona.

Don't move. You're not here.

Emile Carcassonne.

Can I speak to Mr R�mi?
-He's not here.

That's a shame.

I'll try again later. A real shame.

Programs available here.

R�mi killed him. He disappeared.
I heard it at my hairdresser's.

It's going to be a nice trial. Jacques,
can you ask for seats for the trial?

Like a boxing match.

MEETING ON THE OLYMPUS

Do you know your lines?
-I don't know. Leave me alone.

Nobody knows where he is.
L�on doesn't know either.

Has he been arrested?
-The newspaper says he has disappeared.

Will it stay like that?
-Yes, it will.

Hey, Marie!

Put your wig on. It's almost time.

I'm nervous. Feel.

Warm.
-My stomach's upset.

Guillaume, remember curtain 2
during the flute solo, please.

Don't worry. We're trying extra hard
now that you're on your own.

Number 72 in Lomoye.

Is that you, darling?

I'm a bit late, but I have to do
everything on my own.

Wait, I'll put the phone next to the
intercom, so you can hear everything.

How are you?
Yes, all the critics are here.

L�onard, Paul Ragot,
Jean-Etienne Lestonnat, Suint...

One moment. Someone's knocking.

Come in.

Mr R�mi's on a trip.

On a trip. That's inconvenient.

My name's Emile Carcassonne.
Excuse me.

That Carcassonne again. He must be
from the police.

Good that I've put you where
you are.

I'm going in the wings.
I'll put the phone near the intercom.

Stay on the phone. You'll soon
hear me from the wings.

Kiss, I won't be long.

Where are the nymphs?
All nymphs come here.

The curtain rises in eight minutes.
Where's Jany No�l?

I'm here, on stage. The curtain's about
to rise. Did you hear Pak�vitch?

Hey, nymph Christophe...

Why is your right thigh so black?
Clean yourself, quickly.

I'm nervous.
But I think it will be a success.

It's not Moli�re, but people like it.
We'll make a lot of money.

Suzy!

The elastic snapped.
-Quick, to the dresser.

They won't enter a psychiatric clinic.
You can sleep in peace.

What do you want?
-Mr Marcange wants to see you.

Alright, I'm going.

Hello, Mr R�mi.

This is Marie. Do you hear me?

You can't reply, but you can
hear me.

Where are you? I was afraid they had
done something to you.

It must be in a file. I'll get it.
Everything alright?

I'm soaking, feel.
-No, thanks.

I've been looking everywhere for you.
-I'll be right back.

Can I join you?
I have to tell you all kinds of things.

Beautiful.
And terribly sexy.

But so is she.

They're all sexy.

What a spectacle.

They might fire me,
because I talk about you so much.

Did you hear the bell?
It's about to start.

Everybody's thinking of you now.
Me too, but in a different way.

I'm afraid to ask Mrs R�mi.
She'd find it strange.

She won't tell me where you are anyway.
Jany No�l was also asking.

Hello, darling, Mona speaking.

I hear the three beats.
I'm hanging up.

I'll call you when it's over.
Think of me.

It's been disconnected.
Nasty girl.

Tell me, Pan, where did you leave
your wife and children?

My wife Panine has gone on a trip.

She plays the double flute,
to surprise the cicadas.

Listen.

Tomorrow, all the cicadas will have
died of jealousy.

Dance graciously, my beautiful
girls.

Show your beautiful buttocks
before they fade away.

Nursing home of Dr. Fr�ville,
neurologist.

Excuse me, did anybody call
from Paris?

Mona, it was magnificent.
-Yes, thanks to you.

And also thanks to you, Pak�vitch.
Can I call you Michael?

You're a great director.
Just a bit nervous.

I could see you everywhere from stage.
You weren't missing anything.

She was 20.
-Normally 26.

You'll be a great theatre director.

Can I talk to you? I have big plans.

A new play?
-It's all in my head.

A picture with the author.

Yes, stand between us.

Smile...

Now one with Mr Pak�vitch and
Jany No�l.

The author's wife's obnoxious.
She thinks she's irresistible.

Open that coat a bit.
You've got beautiful legs.

Leave me alone.
-Excuse me.

Without your thighs then.

Jany...

Why are you so difficult?
-I just want a decent picture.

Two years ago, you were begging me
to take your picture.

You'd have done it naked.
And look at you now.

You're all the same.
Bye, bye, prude.

In ten minutes at Maxim's.
I have to make a phone call.

Hurry, I'm starving. I hardly have
a pulse left. Are you coming, Pak�vitch?

Have you heard?

Mrs Marcange has no pulse anymore.
Go remove your make-up.

Do you love me?
-I'm crazy about you.

Seine-et-Oise department,
number 72 in Lomoye.

What a beautiful mailbox.
-What are you doing here?

Are we playing at riddles?
Or at hide-and-seek?

Are you breaking in now?
You don't care about anything do you?

One moment, please.

The boss isn't answering.
Not on the phone and not to the police.

How would he react to this?
-Don't touch me.

In the letter, Bazine threatens to
end the collaboration.

No Bazine, no money.
No money, no R�mi.

Hang up.

First the letter.
-Why did you leave it on the desk?

Because I have no secrets from you.
This letter will get R�mi in court.

You won't get it, unless you kill me.

Did you know you were sensational
tonight?

Everybody thought so.
I almost wanted to call you "Mrs Boss".

Sounds good, doesn't it?
Sounds like mistress.

Brute.

Now give me the letter.

I'll pull your glasses off.
-No, not again.

My wrist.

I hate you. You broke my wrist.

No.
-Yes.

It's not broken.

What will you do with the letter?

What you want.
-Really? What I want?

Give it back then.

No, you won't give it back.

Here it is.

I like you better without glasses.

It's him.
-That's why.

What are you doing here?
-Nothing, I...

Are you spying on me?
-Why should I?

What are you doing here then?

I heard the phone ring.
-So what?

I used to be an operator.
When I hear a phone ring, I answer.

Who called?
-I was too late. He had hung up.

Who?
-The boss.

How do you know?

He must have wanted to know how it went,
talk to his wife and say hello to you.

Get lost.

You've hurt my head.

My father's in the hallway.
If you kill me, he'll be a witness.

Witnesses can be useful.
Especially true witnesses.

What did I say?
-Did you say something?

How long do I have to stay here?
-How long?

Until we've proven you're innocent.

They can't arrest you before that,
or it'll all be over.

It's nice here with those dead leaves.
I wouldn't mind being here for a while.

Because of the dead leaves?
-Because they've fallen.

I don't like to live in the shade.

But I can't do anything for
you here.

How wrong can one be about a person.
I thought she was superficial...

...only interested in how she looked.

That's how she was when all was well.
My misery changed her.

Do you love me?
-More than ever.

I love you too.

Your lawyer called. Damien.

I'll see him at three.
-Aren't you afraid of his hands?

I'm not afraid of anything anymore.

By the way, I asked Marcange to drop the
Jupiter scene. It's too slow.

How did he react?
-He agreed with me.

You were lucky.

When the man's in danger,
the woman shows what she can do.

And it turns out she can do anything.

Lower.

Front left... more.

Left spotlight again.

You're becoming quite difficult, Mona.
-That's right.

The other day you were happy
with the lighting.

Franck left the Com�die Fran�aise.
-I know.

Curtain 2 with backlight.

Listen.
-I don't need you here.

Yes, I do night shifts.
-I could also fire you.

Talk to Franck.
I want him in Javel's play.

He's too old.
-No, he has to get rid of his moustache.

Rase-motte!

What's this stain?
-The skylight's leaking.

I'll fix it myself. I'll go on the
foot-bridge. Are you coming, Andrieux?

Are you afraid?

Violet...

What a gal.

It's about to fall apart.
There was enough money to fix it...

..but Bazine, the miser...

Yes, this is the moment to think
of him.

Why do you say that?

For no reason.

Look.

A good lawyer can make it look
like an accident.

Are you still talking about Bazine?

Not necessarily.

Are you afraid?

You have every reason to.

Try it.

Are you that hot?

You're perspiring.

Push me then.

What are you waiting for?

Push then.

She came every morning.

She was all energy.
She seemed happy, too happy.

Mrs R�mi is with Dr. Fr�ville.
She'll be here in a few minutes.

Mona's interfering more and more
with my affairs...

...and she's taking decisions.
She organises newspaper articles...

...consults my lawyer,
talks to important people...

...is incredibly active.

Her dedication worries me.

Nice man, Dr. Fr�ville.

I'm haunted by the thought that
she won't give up her new position...

after I regain my freedom.

Andrieux has a document that's very
incriminating for you.

What document?
-A letter from Bazine.

Did you speak to Andrieux?

Where did you see him?
-In a bar at the Avenue Montaigne.

I was nice to him.

Very nice.

For you. To make sure he gave me
that letter.

How nice?

So nice that he let me read the letter.

Did he give it to you?
-No, I wasn't that nice.

What did it say?

That Bazine was threatening to end
the collaboration.

So you understand: no Bazine, no money.
No money, no R�mi.

It all makes sense.
-Who is Mona?

I don't know anymore.
She scares me.

Are you sure you didn't push him?
Without wanting to?

You were talking about the skylight.
You can be so hot-headed.

You sound just like Inspector Gosset.
-See? Even to me.

It wasn't a crime, but an accident.

One uncontrolled movement.

You wouldn't get more than two years,
says Damien.

Two years?
He's being nice.

They've asked experts to evaluate you.
Some say...

Do you have a cold?

No, I smoke too much. From nerves.

What do they say?
-That you ran away to this place.

So they don't think I'm crazy?
-Not yet.

But that's what they should think.
-That I'm crazy?

Yes, unless you'd rather go to jail.
Then we're done.

Your pay. Mrs R�mi wants to settle it
now, so you won't have to come tomorrow.

Thank her for me.
-I don't think she cares about that.

Thank her anyway.
And tell her we'll meet again.

I don't think so. The janitor can't let
you in anymore.

Is she really that afraid of me?

She's the boss. She has the right
to hate you.

Why don't you take a bow?
-I'm exhausted.

I'm pregnant.
-That's news.

No, I'm four months pregnant.

And I have the right, because
I'm married.

I don't like that guy.
-Are you really that tired?

No, but begging for applause...
How are you?

So so.
-Did she fire you? The bitch.

I'd talk to the boss.
-If I knew where he was.

In Dr. Fr�ville's clinic,
Lomoye 72, Seine-et-Oise.

L-o-m-o-y-e.

Do you know how I know?
It's a madhouse.

An uncle of my husband thinks he's the
Eiffel tower. He's there too.

One stitch up, one stitch down.

72 Lomoye, Dr. Fr�ville...

Are you talking to yourself?
-Have you got a pencil?

As long as I get it back.

Another petition?

Thank you, Guillaume.

No, thank you.

Can I make a phone call?
-You know the way.

To Seine-et-Oise.
-Go ahead. What's wrong?

Nothing I just want to make a call
to Seine-et-Oise.

Did you make your call?

No, they're not answering.

It must be late in Seine-et-Oise.

Your boyfriend goes to bed early.
-I don't have a boyfriend.

Are you serious?
-I've never had one.

But you look cute.
-I must be difficult.

Don't be too difficult or you'll
be left over. A drink?

No, I don't need anything.

No, they didn't answer.
-I called a madhouse.

Funny, isn't it?
Crazy people sleep too.

Do you swear it's true?
-Yes. It's cold with the crazy people.

What you're saying is serious.

Do you still love your wife?
-I'd lie if I said no.

So I've hurt you?
-Yes.

Forgive me. But maybe someone else
loves you in silence.

Yes, you. You already said that.
-Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Not yet.
-Good, then there's hope.

Careful, there she is.

Now what?
-It's all so strange.

Unbelievable.

That's how simple it was.
This came to you all of a sudden?

Yes, I found it in my pocket.
-This proves my innocence.

There's no time to waste.

Wait for me at the station..
When she leaves, I'll come.

How will you get off the property?
-There's a hole in the wall.

What are you doing?
-The train blew my hat off.

Were you able to get away?
We'll get the train at 3 to.

What did she say?
-She didn't stay long.

You didn't tell her anything?
-I'm not crazy. And the tickets?

I have them. 1st class. Nice and quiet.
-Damn!

Is something wrong?
-I don't have any money on me.

I'll pay you back tomorrow.
How much is it?

If you want to pay for everything,
better sell your theatre and your shirt.

What do I owe you?
-Freedom has no price.

How quickly will they notice
that you disappeared?

Not until tonight. Why?
-Your wife shouldn't know yet.

First, we have to go to the police,
to Inspector Gosset.

He'll get a nasty surprise.
-No, he�ll be happy you're innocent.

He thought Meeting On The Olympus
was rather laughable.

He has taste.
-Did he see it?

I sent him tickets and was nice to him.
His wife's so ugly.

How old are you?
-21, why?

No reason. And you were a telephone
operator?

Yes, with Galeries Lafayette.
That's where I learnt about life.

I know all too well now.
-Better than me.

We'll do something about that.

Tickets please.

And now?
Shall I pay the cab driver?

You have no money.
-You're right.

Shall we get out or not?
-No, watch the entrance of the theatre.

The cab's perfect here.
-What time is it?

Seven o'clock.
-Then we're in time. They'll be here.

There's Inspector Gosset.

He's already seen us.
A good policeman.

There's Guillaume. A good guy.
He likes you. So does Rase-motte.

And Pak�vitch and Jany are a couple.
-How do you know?

The grapevine.
He's very jealous.

Jany's beautiful, isn't she?
-I don't care about her.

I talk a lot to stop you from worrying.
There's the car.

See? Andrieux, the bastard,
is behind the wheel.

Control yourself.
They can see us.

Take it easy.
-I'm going to beat him up.

Men who are being cheated on
can be so stupid.

Relax, what's wrong with you?

Nothing, the gentleman's wife's
an adulteress and...

I thought it was the other
way around.

He's nice. Now listen to me.
-Quickly then.

I'll pay the cab driver first.
What do I owe you?

I'm going into the theatre.
-What about the inspector?

With Andrieux. When you see someone,
look down. What time is it?

20 to 9.
-You have nine more minutes. Hurry.

Didn't they fire you?
-Andrieux wanted me to come back.

Is he in love with you?
-Probably.

And is the boss still crazy?

Are you mad? He just bought
the Com�die Fran�aise.

He's turning it into a cinema.
Funny, isn't it?

No, you don't understand.
This isn't a reconstruction, but...

How should I put it?

I want to know where you were
when Bazine fell.

Exactly here.

Are you sure?
-Absolutely.

Good.

Tell me again how it happened.

I'm at your disposal.
-Bravo.

They were arguing here.
-About the skylight.

Bazine didn't want to pay
for repairs.

R�mi asked him to come up on the
foot-bridge to have a look.

Bazine refused.
-Were they arguing in front of you?

No, I wasn't standing here yet.
-Where were you?

In the hallway. I came back from
the basement to get a prop.

What prop?
-Excuse me, Inspector...

You're interrogating him,
but he's only a witness.

That's why I'm asking him for
the details.

The laurel wreaths for the nymphs,
I remember.

Good, Mr Andrieux,
laurel wreaths for the nymphs.

Good memory.
Tell me what happened next.

Bazine climbed up.

I didn't like it. He was heavy and
clumsy. And I liked him.

And then?
-Then I heard R�mi say to him:

What did I say to him?
I'm listening. What did I say to him?

Darling, what are you doing up there?
You might fall, you're crazy.

Enough about crazy people!
Andrieux, what did I say to Bazine?

It's simply the truth.
You pushed him. I saw it.

You couldn't see that.
You're a liar.

Who let you in?
-Oh, stop it!

Come down, boss.
-I'm coming.

Remember? You didn't see Mr R�mi
push Mr Bazine.

This girl�s crazy!
-You use that word so often.

I was here. Here!

Maybe, but without your glasses.

Give him his glasses back.

Don't touch me or I'll bite.
-Leave her be.

May I?

I always wear those glasses.
-Except when they're on the ground.

That's what happened.
I found this in my pocket yesterday.

The optician's receipt. I brought your
glasses there at your request.

"Andrieux, Paul R�mi Theatre.

Fixed hinge and replaced left
lens, 16/2/'54."

And in a PS:
"Invoice to the theatre."

Can you see the foot-bridge without
glasses?

False statement, insulting behaviour
towards a magistrate...

That could cost you.
-I'm at your disposal, Inspector.

Finally, Mr R�mi.

Emile Carcassonne. I have some
interesting information.

I've tried to see you 10, 20 times,
but I've never had the honour.

But now I can speak to you. I wanted to
talk to you about poor Mr Bazine.

I wanted to sell him
life insurance.

Unbelievably, that was the day of
his death. I was just too late.

It was terrible.
Life is so frail.

Look, the advantage of life
insurance... No, I'll get to that later.

Excuse me, Mr R�mi, but I have...

Please, listen.

I was there too.
I saw both of you on the foot-bridge.

You didn't push him. You even tried
to prevent him from falling.

Don't leave, Mr Carcassonne.

Sit down. I'm coming.

Alright, I'll discuss it with him.
He'll listen to me.

But he needs some rest.

He couldn't handle your stories about
accidents and suicide.

Don't get a cold. I'll go and I'm
asking you to have him sign this.

You're too young for life
insurance.

Yes, I don't need one.
But isn't there...

...a happiness insurance?

I guess that doesn't exist yet,
a happiness insurance?

A happiness insurance?

No, never heard of it.

A happiness insurance...
Goodnight, Miss.

Very interesting,
a happiness insurance.

Good idea, a happiness insurance.

But where do you find happiness?