All language subtitles for The.Eye.of.the.Monocle.1962.720p.BluRay.x264-PHOBOS

This film was restored by PATHÉ in 2014

Any resemblance
between characters in this film

and people who really did exist

would be due to pure fate

Italy had just given up the fight.

Not yet defeated,
no longer victorious.

Somewhere in Corsica

The day before the Allied Invasion,

with communications down,

a commando
of German Army frogmen

was ordered to hide a treasure
in an underwater cave.

Upon returning from the mission,
the entire commando was eliminated.

No one who witnessed the mission
could remain.

No, there could be no witnesses.

No witnesses at all.

Allied armed forces
erased the last traces.

The Colonel dead,
the map destroyed,

no one would ever find the treasure.

Every witness was dead.

Everyone but me, Hector Schlumpf.

THE EYE OF THE MONOCLE

Hunted for eighteen years,
constantly on the run,

I managed to wait,
devising a way to get the treasure.

Today, at last,
my goal is within reach.

I have come
to claim what is mine.

To Herr Schlumpf's good health!

"When corpses like theirs
lie in graves,

"forgetfulness,
black night full of the fallen,

"steers clear of their tombs,
before which we bow.

"Every day, for them alone,

"arises, ever true

"glory, dawn of a day forever new,

"illuminating their memory,
regilding their name."

Our wreath is the most beautiful.

You weren't mistaken.
They're all here.

Here come the Brits.

Major Cyring
of the Intelligence Service, in person.

Poor Schlumpf!
He never could choose his friends.

And no luck.
Dying in this rat hole...

Another victim of travel agencies.

And now... the Soviet delegation!

Their cultural advisor,
Commissioner Matlov.

You see, Poussin,
I can't say I'm displeased.

The Englishman,
of course I expected him.

But to see that sly fox Matlov

fall into the trap as well...

I am very satisfied.

Dangerous man, this Mr. Matlov.

Looks are deceiving.

He's as angelic as a baby Lenin.

Who are they?
Strangers to me.

Never seen them before.
Curious morphology.

Excuse me?

Nasty looking.

Good to meet you again,
Commissioner Matlov.

Mishka...

Pleasure's mine,
Major Cyring.

Kempf...

I guess you liked Schlumpf a lot.

- Simple curiosity. And you?
- Simple routine.

One of my men saw Dromard shoot
and Schlumpf fall.

He didn't make sure he was dead?

You know staff.
Always negligent.

We have to check things ourselves.

Happy are those who believe
without needing to see.

I'm a materialist.

And I...

a British subject.

Schlumpf is alive.
Logic prevails.

Dromard had no reason to kill Schlumpf.

Very unseemly
to joke around with death.

Death is no laughing matter.

Come now, Matlov.

No need to kill each other
until we've found Schlumpf.

Logical. I like logic!

Long life to Major Cyring!

My dear Dromard,

your shot was almost too perfect.

A hair to the side
and I'd really have died.

I must say
that you were a marvelous corpse.

As for your funeral...

what a success!

- Many people?
- All of them friends!

You can imagine their sadness.

Those bastards
have been wooing me for years!

Put yourself in their shoes.
With you dead, life becomes pointless.

You took your secret to the grave.

All of a sudden I'm at peace.

I'm the only one who knows.

Mr. Poussin and I.

Very good.

Dromard, you don't trust me.

How could you think that?

As you know, only you can help me.

You and your government.

The resources required
are beyond me.

Diving 130 feet into the sea,

blowing up an armored door,

bringing up crates.

Is that all?

- Mr. Hitler was organized.
- A bit worried.

In September of 1943?

True.
You know, it's an enormous job.

Yes, but...
so profitable for your government.

Think it over.

Our archives from the South front
were sent here after Italy fell.

The correspondence
between the Fuhrer and Mussolini.

Proof of conversations
between our government

and the British crown
behind the backs of the Russians.

And conversations
between our government

and Mr. Stalin
behind the backs of the English.

More than enough to wreak havoc,
as you say.

Indeed, it may titillate
some of our mischief-makers.

And without extravagant spending
on your behalf.

All I want, for myself,
is the gold in the crates.

Which would make?
A mere detail.

According to
this week's exchange rate...

2,787,354 dollars.

Which means
about one billion of your old francs.

How amusing.

Only for you?

I'm the only one
who knows the hiding place

and who is still alive.

So obviously I'm expensive.

And furthermore, Dromard,

I've reached an age
at which we long for pleasures

that only money can buy.

I've made the acquaintance
of someone very interesting.

Entertaining...
But keep your dreams at bay.

There are some precautions
that must first be taken.

You've returned to the scene.

We'll make you disappear
until the material arrives.

Then, and only then,
can you resurface.

I'm here on vacation.

Poussin will be your liaison.

Be patient. Then you can meet
whomever you find...

Interesting?

As you wish.

But let's not underestimate
our adversaries.

We'll await the Navy's arrival.

I'm leaving for Corsica now?

With them?

It's my busy season.

Really?

I'm not free.

You are.

Starting right now.

That's an order.

- It's too much. I just got married!
- Congratulations.

Upon arrival,
Major Dromard will contact you.

Stay in touch with him.

Dromard! The icing on the cake.

Your orders.

Leave on the double.

No one goes ashore.

Talk about patriotism!

Our ship is finally here.

Mr. Poussin, you can get Schlumpf.

Yes, sir.

Prepare to berth!

Soldiers of France

Soldiers of the country

We will march to the fronts

Oh legionaries!

The fight which begins...

Sir, I brought Schlumpf into town,

but I can't get him aboard.

He's getting drunk in a bistro.

You get pushed around
by retired SS now?

Do you have a light?

- Thanks.
- Don't mention it.

Some people can't hold their liquor.

Let's go.

Watch out!

Before us,
the great plain of Ukraine.

Wind, cold, rain.
The rain never stopped!

I know that.
I'm from Lyon.

So then... we counter-attacked.

Obergruppenführer Gille
gave the order.

Everyone who could still walk

jumped to his feet!

Stay seated, old chap.

He can understand me.

Miss...

This young person seems to me,
nevertheless, interesting.

Very interesting!

Super!

Mario!

Wait for me.

Youth...

You'll have the treasure shortly,

if you don't get spotted,
idiotically.

We should leave on the double.

No better place to hide
than in a crowd!

Herr Major,

twenty years ago, to the day,

on July 14, 1942,

I was on the Taganrog-Rostov line

with the 5th SS
Panzer Division Wiking.

The 4th Grenadierenkompanie.

Our company was surrounded.

We made it through,
but with 90% fewer men.

Ever since, every year...

I had a comrade...

Those were...

the good old days.

In July of 1942,

I was eating desert dust

while fighting Rommel's army
between Bir Hakeim and El Alamein.

Dromard, my brother...

I'll give you
a few hundred million!

I cannot accept.

For old time's sake!

Come.
Start acting discreet and cautious.

I came here in 1944.

The furniture was the same, but...

the uniforms were different.

You never saw me in uniform?

Sorry, there were so many of you.

Funny how soldiers love pictures!

Must be the "organized trip" aspect.

My good-luck charm.
I always had it on me.

Waiter!

What kind of champagne do you have?

July 14th is a holiday for us too.

So let's dance!

Don't bother, Major.
This round is ours.

Beat it, Schlumpf!

Don't shoot. I want him alive.

Come on!

I said I wanted him alive.

What is it?

I apologize, dear sir,
to barge into your home.

- I was taking a walk.
- You got lost?

Fortunately. It has enabled me
to pierce the universe of an artist.

A talented artist.

You shower me with praise.

This movement evokes

a shining nocturnal sun.

Very enchanting...
the mobility of this material.

You speak simply, sir.

Your words make an artist
feel understood.

Are you a fellow artist?

Alas, sir, no.
I am but a mere amateur.

Let me introduce myself.
Adrien Bardoux,

From Digne, in the lower Alps.

Jacques Martigue. From Puteaux,
across the Seine.

I appreciate, sir...
how you avoid

making a pastiche
of the concrete object.

I'm trying to integrate...

volume into relief.

Ideally.

Exactly.

Three metal ellipses,
suspended and weightless,

revealing the abstract geometry
of an image that is...

the reality of a poet.

And here you found the purity

which alone
can induce original creation.

Raw, unadulterated nature.

The sea, the sun, the sky, the birds.

The stuff of paradise for a real artist,
Mr. Bardoux.

And the result of this experience,
you ex...

expose it...

Lose something?

A friend.

If he'd slipped under a table,

I'd have noticed.

Artists are usually distracted.

Hear that?

You live alone here?

Alone with my conscience.

It doesn't make any noise.

All I ask of my conscience

is to feel, not to think.

Reason makes mistakes.
Only instinct sees clearly.

Only simplicity can make us happy.

Happiness, Mr. Bardoux,
can be found only within ourselves.

Asking others is a waste of time.

Others wallow about in their nights.

Poor Schlumpf.

This time is for good.

- I almost had to wait.
- But a perfect bull's eye.

Aren't you a sharpshooter?

It's one of...
the strangers at the funeral.

The other is no longer with us.

This one will be joining him shortly.

Doctors work miracles nowadays.

As long as they act promptly.

As long as he's not dead.

He moved.

I'm in pain.

Speak, old chap.
You'll feel better.

A doctor... quickly.

We're not from around here.

We don't know a soul.

I'll tell you everything.

I'm sure you feel better already.

- Mr. Poussin, get a doctor.
- Yes, sir.

So... who are you?

A partner of Schlumpf's.

Partner?

For the treasure.

But he sold out to you.

So you killed him.

There were only four of us, but still...

Four? And who was the fourth?

The artist Martigue, of course.

- He knows where the treasure is?
- Obviously.

Why obviously?

Well, well.

An Englishman.

Very happy to come across you,
Dromard.

Our friend Matlov
ardently desired to see you.

It's taken care of.

We crossed paths this evening.

He was in great form.
Such energy, such youth.

And our friend Schlumpf?
How is he, since his accident?

Mr. Schlumpf is not doing well.

He's taken a bad chill.

Did you hope to find him here?

We always hope to find people
in their homes.

I don't understand.

Didn't Schlumpf tell you he lived here?

Major...

The last time
you tried to make me believe

Joan of Arc was born in Manchester,
we were in Suez.

I'm still not buying it.

I'll bet you 100 pounds
that we're in Schlumpf's place.

- Deal?
- I hate stupid bets.

The person who lives here
is a sculptor, right?

Yes, Martigue. I know.

But he rented it out to Schlumpf.

You are a very valuable
intelligence officer, Major.

I'm an advocate of free trade.

- Cards on the table, Dromard.
- Banco.

Where is Schlumpf?

Where is Martigue?

Schlumpf came in here earlier.
He was wounded. And now?

Martigue was here earlier.

And now?

I can help with Martigue,
if you help with Schlumpf.

That might work.

Mr. Frenchman, take the first shot.

Schlumpf is dead.

You already played
the "Schlumpf is dead" card.

Twice is too much.

The first time he was buried.
Now, just deceased.

I don't believe it.

- Still playing your 100 pounds?
- Of course.

Your turn.

Martigue left.

I figured.
You think I'm an ass?

How annoying.

Neither of us
will ever believe the other.

I saw Martigue run away.

As for me, I have...

proof of Schlumpf's death.

Quite a sight, isn't it?

- Who is he?
- We haven't been introduced.

Who put him here?

Go figure.

And this place seems
to attract such a crowd...

What was I saying?

Schlumpf?

100 pounds against it.

How lovely that you came,
but really,

no need to use the service entrance.

My name is Diana.

Schlumpf is dead.
Stabbed... Major Cyring.

I am so sorry, Madame...

that such beautiful eyes

witnessed so ugly a sight.

Now no one will ever find
Hitler's treasure.

Not Schlumpf, nor Matlov, nor you.

Nor you.

You're leaving for London.

It is a real shame.

The Service would have been so happy
to have those documents.

We could have bothered the Kremlin.

But Matlov killed Schlumpf.
How stupid.

I hope Miss Diana
will spend a few more days here.

He killed the goose
that laid golden eggs.

Had the Russians come first,

they'd have bothered us.

Maybe it's better this way.

I'd be thrilled
to show you around the region.

The old city is fascinating.

The Pertusato lighthouse
is marvelously picturesque.

Dromard, you're right.
I'm leaving your pleasant country,

and in three months or six,

I'll be sent to Africa or Asia,

only to meet you again,
old friend.

Until the Lord's revolver
blasts my head into the dust.

Major, you should take a little calcium.

I'll pay our friend Schlumpf
one last visit.

Make sure he's dead.
One never knows with Germans.

He doesn't even trust you.

Would you allow me, Miss,
to see you home?

Now?

No, thank you.

It's too late.

But I will happily accept
your invitation

to have lunch...

tomorrow.

I am forced to acknowledge, Madame,

that your shine
would make the sun jealous.

These Frenchmen...

France has always appreciated
pretty women.

What's more...

last night, a certain smile...

Barely glimpsed!

Left me full of regret, and I must say,

that unfinished things...

Have their charm. I know.

What charm did you find
in spying on Herr Schlumpf?

A favor for a friend.

Beware of the English.

I'm not in politics.

Just a little espionage.

Espionage is very big word.

How amusing!

Spionaggio.

Italian...

An Italian telling a Frenchman

she spies on a German for an Englishman.

That would normally leave
a trail of corpses.

Perhaps we'll have war again.

Tell me where Martigue is,
and there will be no war.

Forget your job for a bit.

Contemplate the scenery.

I keep staring at it...

but all I see is you.

You really know
how to speak to women.

Where is Martigue?

You're moving too fast for me.

I want to savor...

the joy of this marvelous moment.

Where is Martigue?

The euphoria of paradise...

barely glimpsed.

Barely?

So... Martigue.

Oh, him...

It was a kiss in...

Technicolor.

Okay, I'll pay. Dollars, Swiss francs,
English pounds. Your choice.

Finally.

Serious at last.

Cruel woman.

Does your sister still live in Moscow?

How ridiculous
to open fire in this heat.

I'd like to say I love you,
that it's the real thing.

Come now. No depression!

This young woman is delightful.

She said I could find Martigue
with his friend Archiloque.

She told you that for your charm?

And a small financial transaction.

And you believe her?

But I'll check.
You two will drive her into town.

- In this heat?
- In this heat, exactly.

Show poise, Mr. Poussin.

As for you in the Navy,

if I find Martigue, you'll guard him.

Keep him safe.

Yes, sir.

He will be pampered.
Trust me.

I have no choice.

See you shortly.

Mr. Martigue, please.

Want to see Martigue?

I'm a cousin of his.

He's taking his nap.

I know he'll be happy to see me.

Martigue!

Some cousin of yours.

Not your cousin?

He's a killer!

He hit me with the hammer.

Otherwise I'd never have found
Herr Schlumpf's corpse in your cellar.

What corpse?
What Schlumpf?

What do we do?
Toss him to sea?

I'm not a fan of violence.

What do you want?
I was fine till now.

Honey?

Five minutes face to face.
Then I'll be at his disposal.

Am I bothering you?

Not at all!

Erika, Mr. Bardoux.

My work interests him a great deal.

I understand him.

What I have to say
is confidential.

You can talk.
She's silent as a tomb.

- A tomb? Really.
- She's my muse.

- How long?
- Six months.

Madame...

Still tenacious. You haven't changed.

Let's be swift.

My dear Martigue,
please lead me to the cave.

The cave? What cave?

No more acting dumb!

I'm Major Dromard, Intelligence.

That must be an exciting job.

Yes, depending on whom I meet.

So, you're on French soil,
abetting crooks.

So, cave or trouble?

I'm innocent.
I just financed the first mission.

Expensive?

Two million.

Failure?

We were poorly equipped.

Now we have a big budget.

I've had enough.
Cave, treasure, documents...

4 of us, and 3 deaths.

A billion,
stupidly asleep underwater.

Honey,
the Major wants to help...

A billion at sea,
just waiting to be recovered.

Not so easy, with all these maniacs.

Ever worn a diving suit
130 feet under?

Damn uncomfortable
for treasure hunting!

Know how to swim?

I went to Cavalry School,
not Naval Academy.

Best to learn
to surmount such details.

What for?
Best to surmount nothing at all!

A billion francs...

Worth a little effort...

honey.

Martigue...

For me.

And for France.

Happiness is within our grasp.

That's not true!
We're already happy!

I've found wisdom.

Money! Always money!

What does money ever get us?

Everything useful in life
just costs a few francs.

And beauty was given to us
free of charge

by the immortal gods.

Sunsets cost us nothing.

The sea costs us nothing.

And birdsongs, nothing either.

1000 francs for a rose in Paris.
I can just lean down,

to pick wild flowers.

I make clouds and birds
fly in the air.

Do you know why I sculpt birds?

Of course not.
Where there are birds, there are angels.

And you bring up money?

Billions.

Some friends, a few books, a dog.

And me?

He who wants to own everything,
owns nothing at all.

If you stay here,
why would you need all that money?

To think of poor Schlumpf.

He would be here now,
tending to his sunburn.

With all that money,
we could buy a whole island.

And a Rolls Royce.

Why not a skyscraper?

We change nothing.

If the treasure wants to resurface,
it will.

We just wait.

It's there.

Somewhere in the ocean.
All ours.

We own it more like this
than if we go get it.

Signs of the times!
No one wants to do a damn thing.

Poussin is too hot,
Cyring is lacking calcium,

Diana gets dizzy,
Mr. Schlumpf dies...

And you're a sage.

Martigue, you'll end up
in a soup kitchen. Case closed.

The good Lord made me tired.

The good Lord gave me hope.

This takes the cake!

But honey...

Don't give up!

London is warm.

We own the treasure
because it's here.

Major, I can help.

- How?
- To change Martigue's opinion.

Your conditions?

One percent of the gold at stake,

and copies of the documents
for my government.

We can look into it.

The three of us can dine
at 9 at the Belvedere.

We'll work together.

Then, afterwards...

it will be my call.

As usual.

I'm German.

I like a job well done.

You got it.

There's trouble.

And she said: "I'm German.

"and I like a job well done."

Very chic.

Collaborating with Germany,
I don't buy it.

- Why not?
- Come now, Major...

This girl has been conning
that idiotic sculptor for six months.

Look at my doe eyes,
my graceful rump,

snuggles, caresses...

All that,
just to hand over the deal to you?

What a laugh, Major.

I never laugh on the job.
"This girl" has no choice.

She won't be hauling crates.
And Martigue is just afraid.

With women, there's always trouble.

And with the Italian,
that makes two women.

Intelligence work sounds fun!

Dugoinneau, please.

I said to watch Martigue.
Why are you here?

Move it.
And stay on his tail.

Understood, Major.

He annoys me.

Honestly, Poussin, could I ever
get as close to Martigue as Erika?

Of course not. So we need her.
That's friendship in politics.

You're not going to share with them.

Fortunately,
friendships in politics never last long.

Tell me the truth or I'll push her.

- Bastard!
- Nice place for a suicide.

Bastard!

Saying bad words is not nice.

Go on, my friend. Shoot me!

Only I know where it is!

Put an end to the discussion!

Shoot!

Scumbag!

Will you talk, you bastard?

You can thank me.
Just in time.

He ran off.

Who was he?

A friend.

Erika...

There!

We have to do something.

No sooner said than done.

Martigue knows the site.
Dromard is planning the expedition.

My dear, please accept my excuses.

Your suppositions
about Martigue were right.

Sending Dromard after him
worked like a charm.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I recognize the advantage
of female intuition on certain points.

Hitler's secrets at the Quai d'Orsay
is unacceptable.

We must get hold of Martigue
and eliminate Dromard.

Or else we eliminate everyone.

This is the Foreign Office's
fallback position.

Sometimes you must accept to lose
so others don't win.

You won't kill Dromard?

I'm a gentleman.

Our friend will do
a clean job of it.

My pleasure.
They're at the Belvedere tonight.

Spare me the details, please.

If possible...

bring me Martigue alive.
Just him.

I feel a certain fondness
for Major Dromard.

And my admiration for him is certain.

You said he was...

your friend?

Come now, Diana.

What do you see in Dromard?

He's no better than I.

Not at all handsome.

We're the same age
and he's not even English.

Exactly.

Come on...

he has a certain charm.

Major Dromard.

Martigue, the sculptor.

Erika, his girl.

Marcel, block this exit.

Fine.

Gaspard, block their car in the lot.

Understood.

Louis and I
hide here with the gun.

Once he kills Dromard,
we come out.

Got it?

I'll recapitulate.

They're meeting for dinner.

We wait for them.

We block every exit.

You already know your targets.

We kill Dromard.

That's when Marcel cuts the lights.

René and Jean grab Martigue.

Table for 4, please.

Pierre, one setting.

Follow me.

That table is easy.
Once Martigue comes,

we'll get Dromard.

Who's that gorilla?

He's not in the plan.

No idea.

Tell René to take care of him.

And to start?

Caviar.

Just a second.
How is your caviar?

How is our caviar?

I'm fussy about caviar.

It's caviar.

But from Iran, Russia... or Gironde?
Recently caught?

Small or large eggs?
Ossetra or Sevruga?

How about asparagus?

There's no stopping
a man who craves caviar.

I'll have one tin.

The tin is 500 grams.

Perfect for starters.

Very well... Vodka?

Champagne. Piper-Heidsieck '57.

Sausage with vinaigrette sauce.

Then?

- I'll wait for the others.
- Very well, sir.

As I thought,
sculptors will never be soldiers.

The army and art have always had...

a difficult relationship.

And yet tonight,
I feel very far from the army.

I understand.

This is all artificial, but...

the sun...

the sea...

Major, you hate the water.
And you swim like a Bayonne ham.

Think of the birds, Poussin.

The little flowers
that give themselves to us for free.

- The champagne isn't free.
- Money is nothing.

When the Colonel sees the expense.
But if we find a billion...

There will be no billion,
no dinner expense.

This evening, I decided the country
owes it to both of us.

The Rolls you requested isn't free.

- I can't see you on a bike.
- Please, don't be vulgar.

Major...

Tonight call me Théobald.

I'll call you Lucien.

Lucien,
Théobald has decided to enjoy life.

If they leave you your life, Théobald.
Have a look.

Hell's bells!
I don't understand a thing.

Well, I'll be! Not a thing...

I don't like that.

How tactless,
being seen with Matlov.

What can she see in him?
He's no better than I.

Not at all handsome.
My age and no sense of humor.

He has a certain charm.

Slavic charm.

I could eat a horse.

Caviar or not, Théobald,
it's time to eat.

Martigue is late
or Erika pulled a fast one on us.

This is too much.

What is Martigue up to?

Maybe you turned him off
this afternoon.

He'll try to contact Dromard
here tonight.

He has no choice.

Too bad.
This idiot will ruin everything.

Kill Dromard before this song ends.
We'll see to Martigue.

It's hard.
He wiggles like a worm.

Calm down, kid. Take your time.

Hold on.

Here's Martigue.

- What is it?
- Sorry. Ties are required.

I wasn't at my tailor's.
I came for him. Screw the tie!

Let him in exceptionally.

You're the sculptor?

- Just in the nick of time.
- Why?

I hope you're armed.

Armed? Why?

Why armed?

Too bad.
Do it before the song ends.

He's hiding now.

Give this to me.

Get used to this.

The Talbot... Go start it up.

You're in some rush,
Major Dromard.

Was the food that bad?

The food, no.
But the service was lacking.

Do I have a persecution complex
or does no one like me?

What, cannons now?

I'm your one chance.

Hurry, Major!

Enough! I don't understand.
I want an explanation.

Mere details.

Commissioner,
I thank you for the favor.

I mean it.

It wasn't my idea.

Mademoiselle told me many things.

Cyring gave Archiloque
orders to kill you.

I heard of poor Schlumpf's passing.

A great loss.
Will we meet at his funeral?

Count me out.
I already attended one.

I have a confession.

Your life is precious to me.
Schlumpf's death is nothing.

- I thought you'd be sad.
- Not a tear.

Why is your life precious?

A lady died in your arms
and your car blew up.

Surprising.

You must be on the right track
if people want you dead.

All I have to do is follow you.
Clever, right?

This is where we part.

How very kind of you.

We too we can leave
knives in lockers.

What an image... Good night.

Diana dear, you get out too.

Excuse me, Major.

She promised the night to me.

See you soon, Major.

This is intolerable!

An organized massacre!
A monstrous liquidation!

A gigantic genocide!

Attila, Bluebeard, Landru...

They've all decided to meet here!
Honestly...

This is all so grotesque!

I'd forgotten about him.

I've had enough.

I've had enough.

Come on, old chap. It's nothing.

Nothing...

People out to kill me.
Erika gets tortured. Blood!

Blood and death!
I don't even know who's after me.

Corpses litter my way.

"I am growing weary of the sun.
Ring the alarm bells.

"Wind, blow.

"Come, wrack.

"At least we'll die
with harness on our back."

Macbeth, scene...

Spare me!

We still haven't eaten.

And I'm hungry.

There may not be caviar,
but there's plenty to eat.

Come on, eat.
Better to die with a full stomach.

I don't want to die!

I'm not in the army.

I'm a sculptor.

I won't work for the War Museum.

The army is making me go haywire!

Théobald, a little sandwich?

Sergeant Poussin, please.

I see. Vacation is over.

So...

Archiloque works for the English.

They know that Martigue
is the last person to know the secret.

That's why they tried to eliminate me
and get hold of Martigue.

If Matlov didn't do it,

he is not aware
of Martigue's importance.

So, Diana saved our lives twice.

First, by telling Matlov
we were in danger at the Belvedere.

Second,

by not telling him
your true identity, Martigue.

Why not?

In any case,
you should be grateful to her.

To think of my poor Erika,
wounded in body and soul.

She's not dead?
The pâté, Poussin.

Excellent salami!

It comes from the mountains.
Donkey salami.

Scented with local herbs.

Nothing beats natural products.

Perhaps a bit fatty.

Deep down, Matlov bothers me.

It's not the woman
who is giving you pause?

Come now, Poussin.
You know, women and I...

Poor Erika.

In fact,
she must have a soft spot for me.

Erika?

Diana.

Come on, it's better just to eat.

Enough of this.
I'm joining Erika and we'll run away.

Right. Where is she?

The salami, Poussin.

She's on a boat!
Surprised?

The "Îles Sanguinaires".

Fine. Perfect.

I'm going to go there now.

Unless you want to be made into a sieve,
wait until day.

I'll find a way out.

We'll take you.

Words, words!
When we need you, you vanish!

Okay, I've had enough!

They kill my friends,
make me run,

find my hideout, torture my girl!

Your muse.

Now they're shooting at me.
It's no fair!

Everyone is hitting me, beating me.

You're eating my supplies!
Do you want my bed?

You're very thoughtful.

What did I do to deserve this?

We're leaving.

Cast off.

So much water!

No way.

Unbelievable!

It's nothing, honey.

I'll explain.

At the point I'm at, why bother?

The skipper is taking us
to get the treasure.

Thank him.

She seems much better.

The skipper works for Dromard.

I'll have you court martialed
for betraying a military secret.

Sunburn therapy.

While I got shot at.

Tell me, Dugoinneau,
is this proper attire?

While aboard.

This is a war craft
on an official mission.

Prepare to cast off.

I don't want to go anywhere!

Don't lose your temper.

Théobald, you should explain to him.

What for, Erika?

You all know one another?

All chummy-chummy?

So everyone here is against me.

If the Major didn't have me tail you,

Erika would be dead now!

So would you!

All this is extra!

You could thank us!

Thank you, sir!

I always have to thank everyone!

It's one lie after another!

My dear Martigue, don't be bitter.

You all sicken me!

All of you!

A man can trust no one.

Only the treasure interests you!

Not at all.

Judas.

In the end,

why not lead us
to the treasure?

It's all we ask of you.

I'll tell you the truth.

The truth is, Erika is an orphan.
Prey to blackmailers.

They forced her
to find Hitler's treasure. Or else...

Or else?

- Or else?
- Or else...

Or else my father goes to jail.

- So you're an orphan?
- All the more reason.

Got it.
Who does she work for?

German government.

Obviously.
It makes perfect sense.

Mata Hari.

For six months,
all you wanted was the treasure?

We had some nice times

together.

Fine.
Let's get the treasure.

Honey...

Major, arrest her.
A German spy, after all.

True.
Poussin, off with her.

Damn!

Hypocrite!
I knew I couldn't trust you!

Are you serious?

Becoming reasonable?

No, Major.
I'm becoming patriotic.

Things aren't nice.
They're even disgusting!

So what am I to do?

Where do I go?

All of Europe is after me
and I'm broke!

So love, poetry, kindness,

birds, flowers:
straight to the junk heap.

If we can't live in peace poor,
let's get rich!

Relax. You'll get your Rolls.

But I'm warning you,

I want my share.

An enormous share!

It is always dignified
to devote oneself to a noble cause.

What for?

Old papers... from an old war

no one cares about.

Stow it!

Grief has him raving.

Hoist the sail, Captain!

Just an image.

Look at that.
Dromard invited us to a walk by the sea.

Separately
we cannot take on Dromard.

Mr. Martigue will lead him to the cave.

Since Mademoiselle is the prettiest
go-between I've ever seen,

let's work together.

Thank you, Commissioner.

I've always been for uniting people.

I know.

Bothersome, her taste for the French.

I have men
ready to go deep-sea diving.

But no boat for the crates.

I am England.

England will supply boats.

And I, the treasure.

I'll take it aboard
and we'll meet up after.

Total loyalty?

Of course.

I'll leave you Archiloque.
He knows the coast.

He'll represent me.

I'll come fetch you
as quickly as possible.

Are you coming, dear?

My respects to the Kremlin.

And my regards to Major Dromard.

He was going downhill.
Such is fate.

Message over.

Understand?

Clever, isn't it?

I'm sure we'll get them.

Anything wrong, old chap?

Cigars make me nauseous.

Detail.

Cut the engine!

Anchor!

This reminds me of Bilbao.

Bilbao?

You never saw a bullfight?

How awful.

We are like toreros

putting on our suits of lights

before entering the arena.

Change the subject.

This seems a good spot.
Time to go.

Sure, you're staying.

We each have a role to play.

We've been spotted.

Time to get in the water.

Godard, Poussin,
I'll keep radio contact with you

via your laryngophones.
Go on.

This doesn't remind me of Bilbao,
but of Waterloo.

"With a single voice, they shouted
'Long Live the Emperor!'

"Then advancing slowing,
led by music, coolly,

"calmly,
smiling beneath the English grapeshot,

"the Imperial Guard
entered the furnace."

Get ready. Here they come.

Make sure you follow the Frenchmen
to the treasure.

Then we'll attack Dromard's boat.

I won't wait for the English boat.

Charge!

They're under water.

You seem thrilled.

Frankly, Dugoinneau,

if I hadn't intentionally
wanted to be spotted,

would I really be here,

with you?

You never get it.

It's breathtaking. What a show!

I feel like a bird.

Dear Poussin.

I imagine him as a warbler
lost in the ocean.

Mission accomplished.
Godard found a cave that will work!

Godard and his men
will lead Matlov to the cave.

Martigue and I
are heading to the sub.

It's meeting time.

The sub. What sub?

The French navy has more to offer

for special ops
than a coconut shell.

Our secret weapon
is to sincerely act like idiots.

Godard will make contact with you.

Over and out.

Good luck, Major.

Good luck, Poussin.

I understand, Major.

That doesn't surprise me.

So Matlov heads to Godard,

while Martigue and Poussin
head to the sub.

Godard tries to hold off Matlov,

with minimum damage,
then he'll give up.

Matlov sees the cave is empty
and comes here.

Godard, here. All well, Major.

Matlov's men have spotted the cave.

- Nice strategy, right?
- Yes, Major.

You could have said
my boat was a decoy.

- Is the submarine far?
- A good 15-minute swim

during which we must distract Matlov.

Free Erika.

We'll have company.
We need a lady of the house.

Dugoinneau, try to be discreet.

- Come now, Major.
- That's an order.

Okay, Major.
We're in contact.

Signal down. Knife fights.

We can't see. It's awful.

How bothersome.
The blood will attract sharks.

Vile as usual.

I hope so... Look, bubbles!

- They're coming up.
- Who?

I'd say Matlov, 3 to 1.

Dugoinneau...

Major?

Martigue and Poussin
haven't made it to the sub.

We have to distract Matlov
for about 10 minutes.

What will you do?

Nonsense, as usual.

Drop the gun or I'll blow up the boat.

Commissioner, I accept your truce.

I have a woman aboard.
No innocent bloodshed.

Major Dromard...

Théobald, you're getting old.

Sorry to disturb your excursion,
but the cave is empty.

Just your damned divers.

Many men drowned.
The wounded are in the cave.

All yours. But Martigue is mine
until he recalls the location.

Mr. Martigue led the mission.

Poor Martigue.

Such a lousy swimmer.

I liked that guy.

Invaluable to us too, believe me.

He is not among the wounded.

He's not aboard either.

I think our missions are over,
Commissioner.

I think so to,
but there's still a chance.

Start this boat.
We'll ride along the cliffs

and see if he has washed up.

But you won't find Poussin.

That, Matlov,
I will never forgive you.

Poussin?

What Poussin?

My partner.
The nobody in my shadow.

A sergeant.
25 years of service.

Military boxing champ.
Nicknamed the Tiger.

Disqualified
for irregularities in the ring.

I heard his dying voice
in the laryngophone.

It was horrible.

Farewell, Poussin...

courageous and faithful companion.

I led you
on the paths of glory

to the pyramids
by way of Berlin, Seoul and Gibraltar.

I will not abandon you to the abyss.

Keep on fighting
and I will see you shortly.

We shall meet again
in the Élysée.

In the Élysée?

The Elysian fields, that is.

Is this really necessary?

Our Navy obeys certain traditions.

Since I cannot blow up my ship,
I'll sink alone.

"Spirits of illustrious men,

"my models,

"my idols,

"give me a sign.

"Show me
that you accept me among you.

"Pompeii...

"Caesar...

"Now me!

"Nothing.

"Not a gesture...

"not a sign.

"They fade away.

"So...

"I shall fade away... as well."

Malatesta, Act IV, Scene 9.

His despair seems a bit much.

What do you do in Russia,
when there is a man overboard?

Depends on the situation.

A very graceful swimmer.

Somewhat old-fashioned, right?

In a few hundred feet he'll sink.
Do something!

As we say,
"When you like your enemy's face,

"force it under water."

What did you tell them?

To bring him back alive.

I need him
to get out of this country.

We'll go get him his Poussin.

No need.

Even prettier than I expected.

Do you see what I see?

My Rolls Royce.

Poussin and Martigue.

They're less of a thrill.

But they drowned in Corsica.

You said you'd see Poussin
at the Élysée.

We're at Orly.

I was only off by a few miles.

Another of your dirty tricks!

"I have a woman aboard.
No innocent bloodshed."

I knew it!

I'll be damned!

Like it?

Stunning. For 20 years
I've awaited this moment.

Happy, Martigue?

The Colonel is a prince.
No discussing.

Cash on the nail!

Sure, Intelligence is rich now.

Very hard to find that damned cave.

Scumbag!

I don't like the tone this has taken.

Thank you, Martigue, and excuse us.
We're not respectable.

Mr. Poussin.

Yes.

Amusing, is it not?

Wait, Jacques.

Take me along.

With my money,
I'll buy a desert island.

Just flowers, birds, sun...

There's one I know in Greece.

Please...

I need a vacation.

I know you too well.

In a week,
submarines will arrive.

Then the Russians, the Americans...

Farewell, Erika.

Farewell, little Frenchman.

Diana, why is it
I didn't see the English at the cave?

Major Cyring was arrested by the police.

Just for a few hours.
To give you some time.

Cyring, arrested? What for?

Indecent assault.

I filed charges.

Cruel woman.

You betrayed Cyring,
you betrayed Matlov.

When is my turn?

Never.

Word of honor?

Word of honor.

Subtitles: Andrew Litvack

Subtitling: C.M.C.