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Quiet Mirza!

Mirza, quiet now.

Good afternoon, madame.

Yes, what is it?

I'm sorry to bother you.

I was told about an apartment.

This is the right
building though, isn't it?

Who told you?

A friend of mine.

Well, a relation, actually.

The door.

Sorry.

I gather it's a small two-room apartment?

Think that's all I got to do?

Some people think a concierge is a slave.

Not me, not me, I assure you.

Would it be more convenient
if I came back later?

Anyway, you have to
speak with Monsieur Zy.

I can only show the apartment.

I don't want to be a nuisance

but if it were at all possible.

And if I might offer you
some small compensation

for your trouble, which
is only reasonable.

What a lovely little doggie you are.

You're Mirza, aren't you?

It's a...

It's a nice name, Mirza.

I'm sorry.

No.

The previous tenant threw
herself out of the window.

You can still see where she fell.

Look.

He's gonna have to fix that.

She's not dead yet, though
she might as well be.

She's in the Bretonneau Hospital.

What if she gets better?

Don't worry, she won't get better.

You know, you're onto a good thing here.

Poor woman, what are
the terms, do you know?

Well, there's a fee for the water.

All the plumbing is new.

You used to have to go out
to the landing to get water.

- And the toilet?
- It's right over there.

You just go around the
corridor, and there it is.

That's a view worth looking at.

How much is the premium?

The rent is 600 francs a month.

The premium, I'm not sure about.

I think he wants 5,000 francs.

Five thousand?

That's a lot of money.

It's not my business.

For that, you'll have
to talk to Monsieur Zy.

He lives right down here.

I have to get back now.

All right, all right, we're not deaf.

We don't give to charity.

It's about the apartment.

What apartment?

On the floor above.

Could I speak to Monsieur Zy?

Good afternoon.

Have you seen the apartment?

Yes, that's why I wanted to talk to you,

to discuss the terms.

Five thousand premium,
six hundred a month.

That's a lot of money.

I couldn't pay more than 4,000.

The concierge told you about the water?

Yes, she did.

It's damned hard to find an apartment

these clays, you know.

There's a student up on the sixth floor,

gave me half that much for a single room.

Please, don't get me wrong.

I'm not trying to criticize your apartment

but the toilet is a problem.

Suppose I got sick,
which I don't often do,

I can assure you of that.

And I had to relieve myself
in the middle of the night.

It wouldn't be very convenient, would it?

On the other hand, I could pay you

the 4,000 right away, in cash.

It's not only a question of the money.

Let's be quite clear
about that, Monsieur...

Trelkovsky.

Trelkovsky.

I won't exactly starve without your 5,000.

No, I'm renting the apartment
because it's vacant.

And because I know they
don't grow on trees.

Of course, Monsieur Zy.

It's perfectly reasonable,
I understand your point.

Could I offer you a cigarette?

You want 5,000, fine.

But if you got paid by check,
you'd have to declare it.

Wouldn't you rather get 4,000 in cash?

I'd rather get 5,000 in
cash than 4,000 in cash.

It's perfectly natural.

Anyway, the former tenant is not dead yet.

If she comes back, you
won't even get your 4,000.

You get nothing.

Are you married?

Excuse the question but it's
because of the children.

This is a very quiet building.

My wife and I are getting on now...

I wouldn't say that, Monsieur Zy.

I know what I'm saying.

My wife and I are getting on.

We don't like a lot of noise.

You needn't worry, Monsieur Zy.

I am very quiet myself,
and I am a bachelor.

Bachelors can be a problem too.

If you're looking for a place

to entertain your girlfriends,

I'd rather take 2,000
and give it to somebody

who really needs it.

I quite agree, but I am not that type.

Well now, I can't give
you a definite answer

while Mademoiselle Choule is still alive.

But I like you.

You seem to be a serious young man to me.

I want to visit Mademoiselle Choule.

- Simone Choule?
- That's right.

Are you a relative?

I'm a friend.

Can I help you?

Are you the head nurse, ma'am?

- Yes.
- I'm very glad I found you.

Because I was told at the
reception desk to see you first.

It's about Mademoiselle Choule.

Bed 18.

May I see her?

She's not to be disturbed.

She was in a coma till yesterday.

Go ahead, but don't try to talk to her.

Well, he said he'd come by Wednesday.

Are you a friend of hers?

Excuse me.

I can't believe it.

I just can't believe it.

I was with her the night before.

No, two nights before.

She was in such good spirits.

Why?

Why would she do a thing like that?

To tell you the truth,
I'm not a close, I...

I hardly know her at all,
actually, but believe me

I'm terribly upset about...

- Yeah.
- What's happened.

It's awful.

Simone?

Simone.

You do recognize me, don't you?

It's me, Stella.

Your friend, Stella.

Don't you recognize me?

You'll have to leave now, your bag.

Is there any hope of saving her?

What do you mean?

If we can save her, we'll save her.

Careful, you mustn't
give in to your grief.

If you like, we could go
and have something to drink.

I think it would help you.

There is a...

Here.

What would you like to drink?

I don't know.

I'll have a beer, no, a coffee.

Coffee, and the lady?

I don't want a coffee.

You should have something
strong, it will pick you up.

I'll have a small glass of Beaujolais.

A small glass of
Beaujolais and a Martini.

- No coffee?
- No, no, a Martini.

I completely forgot I
have a phone call to make.

I'll be right back.

Waiter!

All right, all right, I'm coming.

I'll never understand suicide.

I have no argument against it,

but it's beyond my comprehension.

Did you ever discuss it with her?

Never.

I just can't believe it.

It's terrible, terrible.

It's terrible, yeah.

Could it have been a
disappointment in love, perhaps?

Something like that?
- Who with?

I don't know, some man.

You know she wasn't interested in men.

Yes, I know, but...

Women as sensitive as she was,

as she is, I mean, often tend to have

much more complicated
relationships than they seem to...

Perhaps she will pull out of it anyway.

I doubt it.

Did you notice that she
didn't even recognize me?

A tragedy.

Hey, man, you got any
bread for an artist?

I don't seem to have any change.

I don't care, I'll take what you got.

There, you see, I've only got notes.

Come on, you don't wanna look cheap

in front of your girlfriend.

Not, not a word of
thanks, did you notice?

I don't like tramps.

You shouldn't have given him anything.

Would you like to have a drink?

No, thanks.

Right.

Goodbye, then.

- Goodbye.
- Hope to see you soon.

What is it?

Just came over from CNMA.

Was it sent by Monsieur Lott?

Uh-huh, Monsieur Lott, right.

That must be the Villa LeDuc, then.

Yes, that's right.

Yeah, that's the Villa LeDuc.

Unmounted, Number 2601.

"Make detailed copy of spire as indicated

"in the lower left-hand corner

"beside the registration number."

You have to do it by next Thursday.

I'm calling to ask
you if you have any news

about Mademoiselle Simone Choule.

- What department is she in?
- Surgery.

- Choule, with a C?
- That's right.

Simone Choule.
- Are you a relative?

No, I'm a friend.

The patient died at 4:20 p.m. yesterday.

Thank you.

Good bye.

- Morning, monsieur.
- Morning.

- Live opposite?
- Yes, I just moved in.

You rented the apartment of that girl

that jumped out of the window, huh?

Yes sir, did you know her?

Sure, I did, came in every morning.

Always sat in the same place.

Right there where you are now.

A cup of chocolate and a roll and butter.

Never drank coffee.

Used to say, "If I have a coffee,

"I can't sleep for two days."

It's a question of what you're used to.

Shall I make you a chocolate?

A question of temperament too, I think.

Still, a young girl
like that killing herself.

I can't imagine why.

No reason at all, probably.

A moment of depression,
and wham, it's all over.

Robert.

Do you sell cigarettes?

Yes, what would you like?

Gauloises Bleues, please.

I'm right out of Gauloises.

What else do you have?

Gitanes or Marlboro.

Mademoiselle Choule
always smoked Marlboro.

Would you like a pack?

No, no, thank you.

Simone Choule, the Lord
has taken thee to his bosom.

Just as a shepherd brings in
his sheep at the close of day.

What could be more natural,
of greater consolation?

Is it not the fondest hope
and desire of all of us

that we shall one day rejoin
the flock of holy ones?

Hope of eternal life?

The true life?

Shorn of all worldly cares?

Face to face in eternal
blessedness with Almighty God

who through his son our Lord Jesus Christ

died for us on the cross.

Who deigns to look down upon
us poor mortal creatures.

Full of love, infinitely merciful.

The sick, the suffering, the dying.

Yes, the dying,

the icy tomb.

Thou shalt return to the
dust from whence thou came.

And only thy bones remain.

The worms shall consume thy eyes.

Thy lips, thy mouth.

They shall enter into thy ears.

They shall enter into thy nostrils.

Thy body shall putrefy unto
its innermost recesses.

And shall give off a noisome stench.

Yea, Christ is ascended into heaven

and hath joined the
host of angels on high,

but not for creeps like you.

Full of the basest vice.

Yearning only for carnal satisfaction.

How dare you pester me, and
mock at me to my very face.

What audacity!

What are you doing here in my temple?

The graveyard is where you belong.

Thou shalt stink.

Thou shalt stink like
some putrefied corpse

lying along the wayside.

Verily I say unto thee,

thou shalt never enter into my kingdom.

Four, three, two, one, zero!

Our hero, there he is.

Hey, Trelkovsky, the lucky lodger, huh?

Lucille Pampin, from Nice.
- On the Riviera.

She's 5'4" and 140 pounds.

Best blow job in Paris!

- Very pleased to meet you.
- How do you do?

Don't anybody get up.

What is this, no more chairs than that?

What a dump!
- There is a table right here.

Well look, your fiancé can
come and sit on my knees, okay?

Come on.

It's against my principles, you know?

Hey, come on now, give me a hand.

- Hi, how are you?
- Wait a second.

- Grab that end, will you?
- That's more like it.

Careful, huh?

Put it right in the middle there.

That's it, much nicer now.

What do we do with chairs, though?

Well, maybe, there's a
bed here, let's use that.

- Yeah, why not, come on.
- Move that table over.

Okay, yeah.

Take the table outta there first.

Hold it will you?

- Want me to do anything?
- Thank you, you're very kind.

Here, let me finish that.

We'll just get this salad finished.

Have you met Viviane?

Hello.

Hurry up, a waste of time.

There, set her down.
- There, that's okay.

Easy does it.

What the hell is this?

Is that one of yours?

No, no, cut it out, he's
got a heart of gold.

How about you?

That's right, he's got
the heart of a chick.

Sure, you would, you'd be happy to do it

for a little bread.

No, I wouldn't, I'm not interested.

You could offer me a fortune

and I still wouldn't dream of it.

Who you trying to kid?

You think there's anyone dumb
enough to offer you a fortune?

She's talking about
the principle, you jerk.

- The principle?
- That's right.

You know what I think
of your principles?

You wanna know what I think?

Well, come on, what do you think?

Well, it's a lot of crap,
that's what your principles are.

I tell you, I'd do it for nothing.

- You would?
- You bet I would.

Absolutely nothin'.

It takes all kinds.

Right, nobody wants me to,
but I'd pay them to let me.

I'd write a check, but I wouldn't pay.

I saw one once, it
makes you wanna throw up.

Would anybody mind if
the subject were changed?

What do you want to talk about then,

women's lib, social security?

Keep women's lib out
of it, for Christ's sake.

Yeah listen, have you looked at 'em?

Have you looked at those militants?

It's enough to turn you queer.

Look what that pig's doing now.

He's actually pissing in
the sink, how revolting!

Come on, get off my back, will ya?

It's not my fault if there's no John

in this crummy apartment.

Huh?

Monsieur?

You're making a great
deal of noise, monsieur.

It's after one o'clock,

and you're making a great deal of noise.

I'm just having a few
friends over for a quiet chat.

Quiet?

I live upstairs,

and I can hear every word you're saying.

You've been dragging furniture around,

stamping about the place.

It's intolerable.

Do you intend to carry
on like this much longer?

Who is that asshole?

Look.

I'm terribly sorry I woke you.

I will be more careful from now on.

You don't seem to give
a damn about anyone else.

It's all very well to have a good time.

But some people have to work, you know?

Tomorrow's Sunday, and it's reasonable

for me to have a few people
around on Saturday evening.

No, monsieur.

It's not reasonable to make such a racket,

even on a Saturday evening!

We will be more careful.

Good night, monsieur.

Sure, soon you won't
even be able to jerk off

without him knocking on the door.

Idiot.

You shouldn't let him
push you around that way.

No, you should counterattack.

You know what?

We gotta take revenge.

Sure, why don't we
set the joint on fire?

We could stuff scorpions
down his chimney.

- Or crabs.
- No, no, crabs won't work.

Scorpions.
- No, we'll drill a hole

in the wall and force gas into it.

We'll make a hole in the floor.

Or make a hole in the floor.

No, don't be so silly.

You're such a moron.
- That's because he only

thinks below the belt.
- What's this?

Well, I'll be damned, he's
throwing us out of the house.

- Look, it's late.
- Come on.

Okay, gang, let's go
find some place else.

- Give me my coat.
- Let's go, everybody out.

Somebody pass me my coat, huh?

Be careful.

Be careful with those coats.
- Come on, on your feet.

- My shoes.
- Let's go, everybody out.

- We going or what?
- Sure, buddy.

- Bye, everybody.
- Good bye.

- Come on, everyone.
- Night!

Let's go, everybody out!

One hell of a party.

Good night, my friend, bye!

Hey!

Don't make so much
noise, people are sleeping!

Good morning, Monsieur Zy.

Lovely day, isn't it?

I'm terribly embarrassed about last night.

And I can promise you it
will never happen again.

I should hope not.

You woke up both me and my wife.

We couldn't get back to sleep all night.

What was the meaning of all that?

I thought I'd have a few friends over

to celebrate my good fortune

of having found his lovely apartment.

A sort of a house warming,

without disturbing anyone.

And then, you know how it is
with the best will in the world

and not dreaming of disturbing anyone.

You talk, you're having a good time.

And before you even know it,
you're making so much noise.

But, I'm sorry.

I can promise you it'll
never happen again.

Well, I'm very glad to hear
that, Monsieur Trelkovsky.

Because I was seriously
thinking of taking steps.

Apartments are hard enough
to come by these clays.

So it's worth keeping the one
you have, don't you think?

"Outraged neighbor shoots tipsy tenor

"for singing La Tosca at 3:00 a.m.

"Louis Marais, age 39, a
bachelor and traveling salesman,

"came home at 3:00 in the
morning after one drink too many.

"And proceeded to sing opera
with his windows wide open.

"When a neighbor, Monsieur
Pierrot, expressed a wish

"that he put off his warbling
until somewhat later,

"Monsieur Marais promptly
illustrated his contempt

"for such a suggestion
with an air from Tosca

"delivered on the hall landing.

"Monsieur Pierrot reappeared with a gun

"and emptied it into the poor tenor

"who died before the ambulance
reached the hospital.

"The murderer is under arrest."

You there,

quiet down!

How much longer are you
gonna keep up this racket?

Who is it?

It's me.

What can I do for you?

Monsieur, was it you who
registered the complaint?

A complaint?

Against whom?

Against me for causing
the disturbance at night.

I never made any complaint.

Someone has registered a complaint.

It came this morning.

She is the one who makes all
the noise all night long.

- Who?
- That old woman.

She's evil.

She's done everything
she could to make things

difficult for us.

Just because the girl is disabled.

You didn't register a complaint?

Of course not.

Then it must have been her.

I asked downstairs, they
said it might have been you.

Monsieur, we go to bed
early, not like her.

She can't sleep at night,

so she walks up and down her apartment,

moves the furniture around.

She keeps me and my daughter awake.

Do you know what she did, monsieur?

Jammed a broom up against my door.

I had to heave it open
with all my strength.

I twisted a muscle in my shoulder

and now she wants to have us thrown out.

She can't have you thrown out.

- Can't she?
- Of course not.

I never make any noise,
monsieur, honestly.

Well even if you did, they
can't throw you out like that.

Nonsense.
- Are you sure?

Absolutely.

God bless you.

God bless you, monsieur, thank you.

What about your neighbors?

I'm getting used to them.

A question of habit, you know.

They have to get used to me too, you know.

If they keep bugging you,
Simon and I know a few ways

of dealing with them, eh, Simon?

Sure, we know some great tricks.

Like we could come around
in the middle of the night

and yell up at you from the
courtyard, you see what I mean?

Hey, Trelkovsky! Come out for a drink!

Come on now, get movin'!

Or we could knock on the floor below

after midnight, of course.

That's right, knock
on the door shouting,

"On your feet, shitface,
we're off to the park

"for a blow job!"

You know

There's something odd
going on in my building.

I quite often see people in the toilets,

on the other side of the courtyard.

What are you, a Peeping Tom now?

Do you mean people
together in the shit house?

Like an orgy?

No, no, they just stand
there for hours, you know?

Absolutely dead still.

They're obviously
playing with themselves.

Not at all.

He just told you they stand dead still.

Can you play with yourself without moving?

What would you like to drink?

What are you having?

- Beer.
- Beer's fine.

What's the matter?

Nothing, just...

Don't worry, I know what I'm doin'.

- Turn it down a little.
- Leave it alone.

They're used to it by now.

But it's too loud, even for us.

Try and get used to it.

Try to enjoy it, while you can.

You can't do it at home.

Neighbor?

I hope so.

Sorry to bother you,
monsieur, I see you've company.

But I wonder, could you turn
down the sound a little?

My wife's sick.

So she's sick, is she?

Well what am I supposed to do about it?

Stop living because of her?

If she's sick, why doesn't
she go to a hospital?

I'll play my records when I
want and as loud as I want!

You know, I'm a bit hard of hearing myself

but that's no reason to
be deprived of my music.

And don't try anything funny.

I know the Superintendent of Police.

See, that's how you deal with them.

What if his wife really is...

So what?

I don't go moaning to him
every time I don't feel well.

He won't come back either,
I can promise you that.

Just a moment please.

Who is it?

Isn't this Simone Choule's apartment?

Yes,

well it used to be, I'm the new tenant.

Has she moved then?

Come in, please, don't
stand there like that.

Nothing's happened to her, I hope.

Please sit down, Monsieur...

Badar.

Pleased to meet you, Monsieur Badar,

my name is Trelkovsky.

I'm afraid there's been an unfortunate...

Did you know her well?

Did I know her?

She committed suicide.

She threw herself out of the window.

If you'd like to see.
- But...

But Why?

Why would she do a thing like that?

No one seems to know.

Do you know Stella?
- No.

She doesn't know either.

No one knows why she did it.

I went back to the Egyptian department

at the Louvre this morning.

I found a nice postcard
and I sent it to her.

What irony.

Years of affection without
ever daring to say anything.

I acted as though we were just
friends each time I saw her,

which wasn't very often
I can tell you that.

It just isn't fair.

The day I summon up enough
courage to tell her,

I find out...

I find out she's...

Why?

Why didn't I ever tell her?

She's gone, without ever knowing it.

We'll be closing now,

Monsieur Trelkovsky.
- Yeah.

Life isn't worth living anymore.

- You mustn't.
- That'll be six francs sixty.

You mustn't think like that.

You're young, you'll forget.

Wait, wait.

Wait a minute.

Thank you.

I can promise you she didn't suffer.

And she didn't say anything?

You sure?
- Absolutely certain.

All right, all right!

It's my round, for Christ sakes!

Drinks for everyone.

Everyone except him.

Don't mind him, he's drunk.

Drunk.

What you've done for me, it's...

It's natural.

- It's not natural.
- It is natural.

- It's not natural at all.
- Natural.

Not many guys around like you.

It's as simple as this.

You saved my life.

- Morning!
- Good morning.

Cup of chocolate, Monsieur Trelkovsky?

Why not?

Could I have some
Gauloises Bleues, please?

Yes.

I want some Gauloises, Gauloises Bleues.

I'm sorry, I thought you said Marlboro.

I've run out of Gauloises.

Robert will be here soon.

I'll send him out for some.

Don't bother, I'll take the Marlboro's.

Yes, I know!

I know I'm making a noise.

You didn't knock before
when the thieves were here!

Perhaps they did knock before, mind you.

This can't go on any
longer, Monsieur Trelkovsky.

You kept everyone awake again.

All the neighbors are complaining.

I beg your pardon, Monsieur Zy,

are you talking about last night?

Of course I'm talking about last night!

You made a fiendish racket.

I thought I'd made it clear
that you wouldn't be staying

in my house much longer

if you went on behaving like that.

I'm afraid I shall be
forced to take steps.

I've been robbed, Monsieur Zy!

I'm on my way to the police station.

What do you mean?

My house is a respectable place.

If you're trying to get out of this

by making up some nonsense...
- It's true!

My television's gone, my
camera, one of my suitcases.

I see.

Well, I'm very sorry for you

but why are you going to the police?

To tell them what happened.

Now look, Monsieur Trelkovsky,

this is an honest house.

My tenants are honest people.

There's no question of it.

No, no, let me finish.

You know how careful I am
in choosing my tenants.

I let you have the
apartment because I thought

you were an honest man.

Otherwise you could have
offered me a million francs

and I'd have laughed in your face.

Now if you go to the police,

they'll come 'round here
asking all sorts of questions.

Useless questions of course,

but all that can have a disastrous effect

on our reputation here.

I'm saying this for your sake too.

For my sake?

Well what have I done?

Once anyone gets
involved with the police,

they're always looked on with suspicion.

Especially if they're not French.

But, I'm a French citizen.

I know you've clone nothing wrong,

but other people won't know that.

They'll suspect you of, God knows what.

No, believe me, I know
what I'm talking about.

I know the Superintendent of Police here.

I'll have a word with him about all this.

He'll know what to do.

And by the way:

the former tenant always wore
slippers after ten o'clock.

It was much more comfortable for her.

And for the neighbors.

A pack of Marlboro.

Gimme a pack of Gauloises, will ya?

A pack of Marlboro, please.

- A pack of Gauloises.
- Six franc sixty.

Okay, see ya next week.

Hello, how are you?

Very well, thanks.

I was just going to buy some cigarettes.

Come and join us.

These are some friends of mine.

- May I?
- Of course.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi.

We were just talking about Simone.

- Simone?
- Simone Choule.

This is the guy I was telling you about.

The one I met at the hospital.

We were the last to see her alive.

Stella told us.

Simone didn't seem to know her.

I don't think she did.

- And you?
- Me?

She didn't recognize you either?

It's hard to say.

I couldn't be sure one way or the other.

Perhaps she was trying to say something

when she screamed like that?

Anyway, it's the impression I
get when I think back on it.

She was looking at you
when she let out that cry.

You think so?

You know, I still have
some things of hers at home.

It's depressing.
- What've you got of hers?

I have some books, a couple of records.

There's one of Simone's books.

- I haven't read it.
- Nor have I.

I'm not interested in Egyptology.

She left it behind one evening.

You can have it if you like.

You're very kind, I
would love to read it.

It's a magnificent place you've got here.

Better than where I live, I can tell you.

Sorry, if you don't mind me asking,

is the rent very high?

I don't pay for it.

It belongs to my brother.

He's gone off to Peru, for a few months.

A year, traveling.

Look, this track.

Do you have any trouble
with your neighbors?

What sort of trouble?

Well you know,

these clays, relationships with neighbors

can get quite complicated, no?

Little things that get blown
up out of all proportion.

Know what I mean?

No,

no, I don't.

I mind my own business.

So, so do I, it's the best way.

If you like, I'll take you home.

Should we go back to your place?

- My place?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay?

Sure, fine.

Only my place is a bit.

Well, it's a bit difficult.

In fact it's impossible.

Why?

Have you got a girlfriend?

Not exactly.

It's just that I've been repainting

and the place is in chaos,

chaos.

We could still spend
a couple of hours there.

On top of that,

my uncle is just up from the country.

Staying a few days.

Well, how about your place?

Take off your coat.

I'll be right back.

I'd love something to drink.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Why don't you take your tie off?

You look like you're choking to death.

I found a tooth in my apartment.

It was in the hole.
- A tooth?

In a hole?

Yeah.

A hole in the wall.

Wrapped in cotton wool.

So?

No need to pull such a
long face over a tooth.

Pretty weird though, isn't it?

Not really.

When I was young, we did it all the time.

Whenever one of my teeth fell out,

I used to hide it.

My mother said it would turn into a coin.

Coin.

Oh, God.

Stella, I was wondering...

Yeah?

Tooth...

A tooth is a part of ourselves, isn't it?

Like a bit of our personality.

I don't know what you mean.

I remember in, in the newspaper.

A man lost his arm in an accident

and wanted to have it buried.

He wanted to do what?

Have it buried in the cemetery.

He must have been nuts.

The authorities refused.

The arm was cremated and that was that.

Where did this happen, in France?

I wonder if they refused
to give him the ashes.

And if so, by what right?

Haven't you got anything
more cheerful to talk about?

All right, that'll do.

Don't worry.

Tell me,

at what precise moment

does an individual stop
being who he thinks he is?

You know, I don't like complications.

Cut off my arm, right?

I say me and my arm.

You cut off my other arm,

I say me and my two arms.

Take off...

Take out my stomach,

my kidneys,

assuming that were possible,

and I say me and my intestines,

intestines,

follow me?

And now, if you cut off my head,

would I say,

me and my,

me and my head, or me and my body?

What right has my head to call itself me?

What right?

Oh, God.

Monsieur Trelkovsky?

Stay, stay, Mirza, stay!

You were out all night, huh?

Yes I...

I had to stay with my
uncle, he isn't well.

I'll tell Madame Dioz you're back.

Madame Dioz?

Who's Madame Dioz?

This isn't for me!

Look!

"Best wishes from the Louvre,

"Georges Badar."

I should like to have a
word with you, monsieur.

Please come in, madame.

I am Madame Dioz.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

This is why I've come to see you.

Please read it.

It is a petition, against the
unspeakable Madame Gaderian.

She's gone a little too far this time.

And we've got to do something about it.

Look, even Monsieur Zy has signed, there.

Who is this Madame Gaderian?

I don't know her.

What do you mean you don't know her?

Who do you think makes
all that dreadful noise?

It is her, my clear young man, it is her.

Do you know what she does?

She does her washing up in
the middle of the night.

And she whistles at the same time.

Now, does a civilized
person behave like that?

No, I suppose not.

Well go on then, sign.

It's simply a question of solidarity.

She's making life impossible for...

For the other tenants.

Is she the one who lives
with a disabled daughter?

Disabled?

No, she has a boy.

A horrible, noisy brat who's
always playing skittles

or God knows what in the corridor.

Are you sure?

I mean, are you absolutely certain

she doesn't have a young daughter.

I don't know what goes on in their lair.

Ask the concierge.

I'm sorry, I'm not signing any petition.

This woman has never bothered me.

I've never seen her or even heard of her.

What apartment does she live in anyway?

I shall make a note of your attitude.

I can see what we're dealing with here.

Everyone for himself and
never mind anyone else?

Not at all, I...

I know your type exactly,
like that man opposite.

Right up until the day he was
struck down with paralysis,

then his neighbors let
him stew in his own juice.

By all means do whatever you think best.

But I warn you,

don't come whining to me later.

Bastards!

What do they want me to do, drop dead?

My wife is always saying that.

It's for me.

It's no use playing innocent with me.

I've heard a good deal about you,

Monsieur Trelkovsky, a good deal.

You specialize in breaches
of the peace at night.

I'm quite amazed, Inspector.

No one has said anything to me.

I'm certainly not in the
habit of making noise.

I have very few friends
and I never entertain.

I'm not interested in your stories.

I have a few other things
to do as you may be aware.

However, I keep receiving complaints

and it's my duty to see law
and order are maintained.

So I say it once and for all,

stop whatever it is you're doing at night.

Trelkovsky, is that a Russian name?

Polish, Polish.

So you're not French?

I'm a French citizen.

Let me see your identity card.

It's in a very poor state.

But you haven't registered
your change of address.

15 Rue Sedan, where is this?

I'm terribly sorry, I'll do it at once.

You'd be well advised to.

Right, this time I shall close my eyes

to the whole business.

Just make sure I don't
hear any more about you.

I won't have some little
troublemaker disturbing the peace.

Thank you very much, Inspector.

Good-bye.

Good afternoon, madame.

I would like to know who
registered a complaint against me.

Do you know who it was?

If you didn't make so much noise,

there wouldn't be any complaints.

Was there a petition?

Was it that woman that came to see me

the other clay, Madame Dioz?

You only have yourself to blame.

Did you sign it?

That's it, she's won.

They've all signed it.

All except you, monsieur.

I've come to thank you,
you're a good person.

I don't like to get mixed
up in this kind of thing.

Nonsense, no, you are a good person.

I can see it in your eyes.

I got even with them.

And the concierge too,
she's as bad as all of them.

I paid them back all right.

They gave me the idea.

Do you know what I did?

I did it on the staircase
in front of everyone's door.

It's their own fault.

They gave me the idea.

I didn't do it by your door.

I don't want to cause you any trouble.

- How long ago?
- Just now.

I would love to see their
faces when they find out.

It serves them right, all of them.

But they'll say I did it!

Good night, monsieur, sleep well.

Hey, look.

They'll drive me to suicide.

All right,

I'll show them.

Gorgeous shoes.

Simply, where in the
world did you find them?

If it wasn't

Eighty francs, you're kidding.

Supermarket, yes.

She's not as young as she thinks she is.

Beautiful,

beautiful.

Adorable.

A goddess, divine,

divine.

I think I'm pregnant.

Monsters!

Monsters!

They'll never turn me into Simone Choule.

Never!

Monsieur Trelkovsky.

Do you remember the
conditions on which I let you

have this apartment?

I most certainly do, Monsieur Zy.

May I know what you're referring to?

I'm referring to what
I said about women.

Yes, of course.

Then why do you bring them around here?

What?

I never brought any women around here.

I know what I'm talking about.

You had a woman up in your room.

You can't deny it.

I'll turn a blind eye to it this time.

But this is the last time.

I hope that's clear.

Good morning, Monsieur Trelkovsky.

Bring me a coffee.

You don't want a chocolate?

No, I just told you, I want a coffee.

But you always have a chocolate.

You always serve me
without asking what I want.

Now, today I am telling
you, I'd like a coffee.

I'm sorry, but the problem is, you see

the machine's broken down.

Your sure you won't have a chocolate?

No, why the hell should I?

It's nothing to get sore about.

I'll have a glass of red wine.

I suppose you're out of Gauloises.

That's right, we've only got Marlboros.

You can keep them.

I know just what you are up to.

Goddamn murderers!

No good looking at me like that.

I know exactly what your little scheme is.

What's wrong?

My boat.

- Which one?
- The red one.

- What's your name?
- Patrick.

- Patrick!
- Patrick.

And you've lost your boat, the red one?

Okay, I'll get it back for you.

Filthy little brat!

Please, hello.

Please.

What are you doing to me?

It's him, he's there!

I'll fight.

I'll fight to the bitter end.

Who is it?

It's me, Trelkovsky.

Were you sleeping?

What's the matter?

Sorry to bother you at
this hour of the morning.

Do you mind if I stayed here for a while?

You're strange.

You must tell me.

I wouldn't mind, really.

No, no, of course you can stay.

Look, you're hurt.

It's nothing, really.

But it's filthy.

That's nothing.

Wait, wait, I think I've got some...

Some things here.

How did you do that?

It's them.

' Who?

They're trying to kill me.

Drive me to suicide.

What are you talking about?

Who's trying to kill you?

Stella, I've been lying to you.

I'm living in her apartment.

Whose apartment?

Simone's.

I rented Simone Choule's apartment.

How did you rent it?

She's dead because of the neighbors.

It was a plot.

A plot against Simone?

You're completely insane.

I'm not insane, listen.

They forced her to commit suicide.

I can prove it.

And they are trying to
do the same thing to me.

Everything's ready.

They worked it all out, every detail.

Do you know what they've been doing to me?

It's...

It's so appalling...

So incredible that I
can hardly tell you yet.

It's true, I swear it.

Oh, tell me, tell me, I'm listening.

They've been trying to
turn me into Simone Choule.

There now, I'm your friend.

I'm going to help you.

- Come now.
- To turn me

into Simone Choule!
- You're exhausted, lie down.

I'm going to leave Paris
in a couple of clays.

They'll never find me.

You're right, yes, that's
the best thing to do.

You're the only one I
can trust, aren't you?

It's me, Stella,

don't be frightened.

You do recognize me, don't you?

Sorry, I was having a nightmare.

I must get to work now, I'm late.

I'll be back around 8:00.

I've left your breakfast ready.

I love you.

And I love you.

I even went out and bought
you some croissants.

Please stay with me,
don't leave me alone.

Now, listen, I'm late.

If you want to go out, just
leave the keys under the mat.

I'll get another pair made tomorrow.

We'll each have our own set then.

- Please don't go.
- Don't be naughty now.

You're to be good and stay here.

You've got everything you need.

If you like, you can go
out and get some fresh air.

I'll bring some food back this evening.

We'll eat in, or go out to a restaurant,

if you like.

We'll see how you feel.

See you tonight then.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Filthy bitch!

They're all in it together.

They're all in it together!

They're all in it together!

Stop here, stop, stop.

Hey, what's wrong?

Nothing, I'm getting out.

- Is that all right?
- Yeah.

Thank you, monsieur.

Thank you very much.

Have you got any idea
where I can buy a gun?

I'll pay good money.

Get the hell out of
here, you little punk!

Hey, he wants to buy a gun, this bugger.

What?

I'll tell the cops, you little shit!

I told you not to drive so fast.

Now look what's happened.

Monsieur, are you hurt?

People who can't drive should
take taxis, you old jerks.

How dare you say that!

My wife hasn't had an
accident in 25 years.

He's right.

The guy walked right under the wheels.

I saw the whole thing.

Let me through, please.

Excuse me, let me through.

Let me through.

Excuse me, excuse me, I'm a doctor.

Murderers.

Murderers.

Believe me, my wife
and I are terribly upset

about what has happened.

Please stand back.

On the curb, back.

Officer, this is how it happened.

Your ID, please.

Yours too, monsieur.

You're very lucky.

Only a few scratches.

Nothing broken.

But you should have an X-ray.

It's nothing serious.

In my opinion it's a mild
case of delirium tremens.

The driver and her
husband made a statement

and they've offered to drive him home.

Do you think that's all right, doctor?

Or should I call for an ambulance?

Well, if this gentleman
can manage it, it'd be fine.

We'd be glad to give this
poor man a lift home, of course.

We'll take you home, huh?

That is preposterous!

No, please!

They were trying to kill me, yeah?

They were playing football
with a human head.

I'll give him a shot of
something to calm him down.

No, no injection,

I don't want any injection.

I don't want...

I don't want an injection.

They tried...

They tried to kill me.

Mirza, quiet down!

Good evening, madam.

This gentleman has had a slight accident.

Nothing serious, though.

Nothing to worry about, but...

What did he do now?

I think we better get
him up to his apartment.

How did it happen?

He sort of jumped out in
front of the car, and...

Luckily my wife has very good reflexes.

What's going on here?

It's him again.

That bastard!

Stay, stay Mirza, stay.

- What was that?
- Down in the courtyard.

We'd better call an ambulance.

Go get one, quick.

You shouldn't move!

Monsieur, I swear I
am not Simone Choule.

- Quick, get him a blanket.
- It's murder.

Two suicides in succession.

It's quite unbelievable.

Look how he's dressed.

He must be insane.

And we just finished repairing the roof.

I knew there was
something wrong with him

the first time I saw him.

Oh, God, Monsieur Trelkovsky!

Be reasonable, wait for the ambulance.

You gang of killers!

I'll show you some blood.

You wanted a clean death, didn't you?

- Be reasonable.
- It's going to be dirty.

Unforgettable.

It was better last time, wasn't it?

Well, I'm not Simone Choule,

I'm Trelkovsky!

Trelkovsky!

All right, all right, what's going on?

A tenant jumped out

of a window.
- Again?

You must be getting them wholesale.

Where is he now?

He's gone back up to his apartment.

I think he must have had
some kind of a brainstorm.

He's gonna jump again!

He's not going to do it again, is he?

Take it easy, don't move!

We'll come up and get you, okay?

Be reasonable now.

Please, it's enough.

Why is this happening?

Oh, God, no.

Monsieur Trelkovsky,
don't do anything silly!

Are you a friend of hers?

Oh, I'm sorry.

What on earth could have happened?

Why would she do a thing like that?

To tell you the truth,

I'm not a friend of hers at all.

I hardly know her, actually, but...

Simone.

Simone.

You do recognize me, don't you?

It's me,

Stella.

Your friend, Stella.

Don't you recognize me?