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TRAP FOR CINDERELLA

I...

Don't try to speak.

Just move your head a little bit like this...

Yes.

No.

Alright?

Before being here in this room...

...is there nothing you remember?

Somebody else, somewhere else?

Doctor...

Doulin.

Michele.

Got it?

Michele.

I'll turn 21 in 2 months.

I was born in Denain...

...in the north.

But I've mostly lived with my aunt in Italy.

Not so fast, my little mummy.

- Your name? - My name's Isola.

Michele Marie Marthe Isola.

I remember what you say, but it's just words.

I don't see anything.

You spent your holidays down south.

One night...

...there was a fire.

It was the gas.

Your hair caught fire...

The explosion threw you against the wall.

Two operations.

There was sepsis.

64 stitches.

But what is not fixed...

...is the fear that you must have had.

Do you know what you call to mind, little mummy?

A new-born.

You're taking the same path.

Of course, you're big...

...and things will go much faster.

- Doctor? - Yes?

I'd like to see some fire.

So?

Nothing.

Your father and your mother.

You've scarcely known them.

Your aunt, La Raffermi...

...who brought you up in Florence.

She died, some time before the fire.

You...

Another of you.

You again.

I was pretty.

Your housekeeper...

Jeanne Murneau.

Is she more familiar to you than the others?

I don't know...

No, please don't look at me!

Don't cry my darling... It's all over.

- It's me, Michele. - Don't look at me!

Am I very different?

You're thinner.

Sit down.

Give me your hands.

When you were 6, when your Aunt Raffermi took you to Florence...

...you had the same lost look... a little girl with a big suitcase.

Did you recognise me at the hospital, ma'am?

Don't call me ma'am, sweetheart.

Did you recognise me?

You're my daughter now.

I fed you, washed, dressed you.

I taught you Italian, the Charleston, snakes and ladders...

I even spanked you twice.

That makes you my daughter.

I would recognize you in the dark...

...with my eyes closed.

And yet, it is difficult.

Even your voice is no longer quite the same.

Maybe I'm not the same person.

Did he know me?

No.

He and his wife have only been with me 6 days.

Don't you like it?

Not very much, no.

You liked it before.

It's a funny word, "before".

Like a wall that surrounds me...

Which I bang my head against all the time.

Was everything beautiful...

..."before" ?

You were a very happy little girl, with no problems.

A full, satisfying life.

But when there was a fire in the house...

...were you with me?

No.

So I was alone in the house when it happened?

You were never alone.

There were always people around you.

How did the fire happen?

A gas leak. There was an explosion.

Was the house that burned, my aunt's house?

Was it a nice house?

It wasn't your aunt's house.

It was a little house out on its own.

A cottage that a friend of yours had rented.

A friend? why didn't you tell me that I had a friend?

It wasn't exactly a friend.

She was a cousin of yours who had come to live with us.

Was she there when it happened?

Yes...

Where is she now?

She was burned... She died.

But...

Look at this... I never showed you.

What is it?

The skin graft.

Your skin stopped growing again, after the second operation.

I've given you a lot of things... even some of my skin.

Will it always be visible?

I certainly hope so.

You see, I care.

That's what love is.

We do a lot of things for love.

Even bad things... It can be complicated.

What was my cousin's name?

Domenica... Dominique.

Did I like her?

Not really. She'd been rather nasty to you.

Would you like to read?

I guess it's not a happy idea to try and remember her.

"Capri"...

Capri is pretty... But it's too hot.

What did you say?

Nothing. I didn't say anything.

Of these 4 composers,

who wrote the tune that you just heard?

Frescobaldi.

Here are the results

I'm sorry but that is incorrect

It wasn't Vivaldi and it wasn't Scarlatti.

It was in fact

by Frescobaldi, "Saraband in D minor"

Where did you learn that name?

What name?

The name you just said, of the composer.

Did I say a name?

I've had enough of your game-playing!

What game-playing?

You can remember the name of a composer...

...and you don't know how the fire started?

It was just luck... a guess.

Good old Lady Luck!

What's got into you? What are you saying?

Don't look at me like that. I don't recognize you.

So don't recognize me. It's better that way.

Once the estate is settled, you'll regain your memory...

...and 'bye 'bye Jeanne... tossed out with the garbage, right?

What estate?

You know very well!

I don't know anything.... You know that!

Do you take me for an idiot?

You know very well who your aunt was.

You know what she's leaving you.

These... it's the Raffermi factories that make them.

The Raffermi boutiques that sell them.

Your factories! Your boutiques!

You know nothing, eh?

And on your birthday...

...how many billion lira will be yours?

- You still don't know? - I know nothing.

I know nothing.

You're an imbecile!

Why would I play games? What good would it do me?

I want to know! I want to know!

I want to know...

I want to know...

I want to know...

Someone will hear us... Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up, I didn't mean it.

I'm a nervous wreck, I'm not sleeping, Please calm down.

There, there, that's all...!

- I want to know! - I'm sorry for what I said!

There, there, my sweet!

It's alright... She's just not feeling well.

So just get the hell out!

There's something that's being hidden from me.

Something that no one here will tell me.

I'll have to find out what it is by myself.

I need to get out of here.

Can you take me to Paris?

If you'd said Peking, I'd have hesitated, but 40 k is possible.

Whereabouts in Paris do you want to go?

Can I help you, Miss?

This model doesn't suit you?

You don't like it?

Mr Francois...?

A foreign customer.

Leave us, Mrs Georges.

I almost didn't recognize you.

With your hair like that...

Come with me.

Come along!

You're back.

All the same...

I don't want to reproach you...

...but you really behaved like a bitch with me.

Par for the course, with you.

I knew that, so I wonder why I was so pissed off about it.

So, I take you on...

I make use of you two or three times...

...then I throw you away like a pair of shoes.

What are you doing with this shoe?

Who are you?

Were you my lover?

Good grief!

Answer my question.

Were you my lover?

Could you forget that much?

Of course we loved each other.

Since when?

Two years.

"Two years" ?

Were we living together?

Have you stopped smoking?

We were living together...

If it was up to me, you know...

But with your brass, and the way you are...

What did you mean by my "brass"?

Do you speak proper, now?

Your money, if you prefer.

The Raffermi millions.

Talking about it, I prefer "brass".

Have you also stopped drinking?

You used to be fond of it.

You used to love this, too.

My darling!

My love...

No!

What do you mean, "no"?

Those gestures mean nothing to me.

I'd like a glass of water.

So why did you come here?

I want to know what happened to me.

You know what happened to you... I read about it in the papers.

You weren't with me when it happened?

You know...

I'm going to tell you...

A ridiculous argument...

At the time of your accident...

...we hadn't seen each other for 3 months.

Do you know Jeanne Murneau?

Slightly.

I believe I loved her very much.

Her? You wouldn't have a bar of her.

Nor she of you.

It was pure hate, between you.

"Hate"?

And... that girl... my cousin...

...who died in the fire?

Dominique?

That one! The biggest bitch of all time.

It was she who set you against me.

At least she's dead. Fortunately. If she hadn't committed suicide...

Suicided...

Why?

RAFFERMI HEIRESS BADLY BURNT

The heiress Michele Isola Died - Domenica Loi

My cousin looked nice

Nicer than me

Domenica Loi was employed at Bayern Garage. By chance, the two cousins met in the garage

Michele Isola persuaded her cousin to accompany her to the Riviera as her new friend.

Garage Bayen. 6, impasse Bayen.

Is this where Domenica Loi used to work?

Yes, why?

I'm a relative.

Really?

I can see a likeness...

- Except for your hair... - I'm her cousin.

The one who smashed up her cars?

You've changed a lot.

Want to take her things?

She never came back for them.

Well, I was just wanting to talk...

Who with?

With someone who knew her.

I only knew her to say good morning to.

Go and see Gabriel.

Gabriel ?

Her boyfriend

You didn't know him?

They were even going to get married.

He's out with the tow truck, if you want to wait for him.

Why don't you wait in the office?

This was her spot.

She worked here.

She used to sit here...

...and now she's dead.

It must have been miserable for her, being in this hole

Who are you?

I'm Michele Isola.

Dominique's cousin.

You know I had an accident and that I lost my memory?

That might have been for the best.

I don't remember anything about my cousin any more.

She was your girlfriend?

Yes.

-Gabriel !

Coming!

I need to talk about her.

Come on Gabriel!

She told me you were like two sisters when you were little.

But you were only cousins. First cousins.

You were born in the same house, in Denain, in the North.

They called you Mi and Do...

As a joke.

We were living in the same house?

Your mother had died. Do's mother raised you.

And my father?

Your father was buried at the bottom of a mine.

At the same time as Do's father.

How old was I?

6 or 7.

That's where I was when my aunt took me?

Yes. She was very rich.

She had some factories in Italy.

One day, she was coming back through the North...

...and she fell in love with you, and took you to Florence.

You never saw Do again.

Didn't we ever write?

In your new life, you completely forgot about her.

But Do never stopped thinking about you.

She used to see photos of you in magazines.

You'd become a real-life princess for her.

Then she lost her mother, and came to work here...

...where I got to know her.

She talked about you all the time...

And one day...

Hey, Do!

Look what I've got for you.

- A mouth-organ? - Female driver.

Right into a bus.

You'll be amazed who it is.

Someone you tell me about every evening.

Can't you guess?

Look...

- Mi! - Yes, the famous Mi.

Aren't you going to give her a hug? She's upstairs.

She wants a car, right away.

I don't want her to see me like this.

She was ashamed.

She was ashamed of her poverty, of her work, of her dirty hands.

I'll give you three days. Not one more.

Otherwise I'll crash your car into another bus.

Francois, tell him I mean it.

She will do it, you know.

The vagaries of youth!

In the boot, please

Fully automatic, eh?

The hood...

gear change, naturally...

powered windows.

And the Arial.

Yuk! It looks like dad's car.

Hey, Micky, how about getting that one?

Fantastic!

Its terrific!

- How much? - It's not for rent.

- I'll buy it. - It's not for sale.

Come on! Everything's for sale.

Micky, give him the cheque and let's get going.

Otherwise we'll never make Deauville for lunch.

I'm not hungry anymore.

We're not going to Deauville.

I'm tired of Deauville.

We'll go to Fontainebleau first. Have a drink with Zaza.

Step on it!

Great! Lunch at 4 o'clock again.

If you're not hungry, I am. I woke up at 11.

If you're hungry, get out.

There's a cheap cafe across the road.

We're broken down, Sir. Take the car-lift.

Miss! Miss! Michele!

Mi! Mi!

Mi!

What are you doing? Hitch-hiking?

Don't you recognise me? It's me, Do!

-Do? -Domenica!

Your cousin from Denain. Don't you remember?

Of course!

Its been so long!

Isn't that a scream...? A cousin of mine.

You're living in Paris?

I work here.

Fantastic! We'll have to get together.

Miss Loi...!

Where's the Bouchardou file?

In the legal binder.

It's not there. Come up.

Mi! Mi!

I'm in a hurry. Phone me one of these days.

May I? I'm so happy to have seen you.

Ciao, Carina!

Oh no! Mi!

Miss Loi...

...are you coming today or tomorrow?

I'll be right there, Sir.

Wait for me! Wait for me!

-"Ciao, Carina! See you soon. Phone me!"

No sooner said than forgotten. Do phoned you continuously.

Miss Isola is not here.

Miss Isola is not here.

Miss Isola is not here.

A recorded message.

- I'll get through eventually. - If she wants to talk to you...

- It looks as though she doesn't. - Mi is not like that.

What do you hope to get from her?

Nothing. Just to see her again.

Because she's rich?

Not at all...

Because she's been poor like us.

Because as little girls, we were like one.

Well, now there are two of you. She'll make you realise that.

Hullo? Hullo?

Yes... yes, I'll wait! Of course I'll wait!

She's there!

And I'm here, don't forget.

Hello, is that you, Michelle?

How are you, sweetie??

I've been calling you all week.

It's hard to get on to me during the day

Evenings too. What do you want?

Mi, I'd really like to see you.

Well come over, but be quick. I have to get up early in the morning.

How about that?! Right away!

It's OK with Mi! I knew it would be!

Well, off you go. But hurry back.

I have to get up early too.

- Miss Loi? - Yes.

-Miss Isola is waiting for you.

5th floor on the left. You can't miss it.

Come in!

Is that you, Do?

What you asked me for is on the table, honey.

But I don't want money.

Isn't that what you asked me for on the phone?

I've misunderstood.

Forgive me... I'm so used to it.

So what was it you wanted?

To see you... talk with you.

Oh, you're a sweetie.

Talk about what?

This and that.

I guess, just to talk, like before.

"Before" what?

Like when we were kids.

Sit down, sweetie. Get yourself a drink.

There are bottles everywhere. I'll be out in 2 minutes.

You remember when we swiped that grenadine...

...and went and hid in the chapel, to drink it?

Wait till I'm dry.

There we are.

Oh, you're very pretty.

What a surprise.

I didn't see you properly at the garage.

My little country cousin... I never would have guessed.

You're quite beautiful.

But why are you dressed like that?

Where did you find this horror?

Come on, take it off.

Take it off, I said. I'm going to dress you.

That's what she'd become for you, a toy.

She stayed with you that night.

On day, you made her quit her job at the garage.

What are you going to live off?

She's put me on the books.

- What books? - Her aunt's accounts.

I'll be paid as an employee.

To do what?

To live with her.

To help her.

What sort of profession is that?!

My job in the garage... you think that's a profession?

What about me?

What about you? I love you just the same.

Nothing's changed.

But you will change, with her.

Want to know what I think? You're just jealous.

Perhaps I am.

You can't understand just what Mi means to me.

It's wonderful to live with someone like that.

Certainly. But you're going to have to choose...

Her or me.

I'm not going to share.

But I love you. You know I love you, Gabriel.

I love you very much.

Off you go then...

Go back to her.

I was fed up.

She's left half her stuff behind, in her haste.

I put it all in a suitcase.

I thought it may be a pretext to see her.

And one evening I decided to go up to your place.

Oh, it's you.

I was curious to see Do's lover's face.

She's not here.

I've sent her in my place, to a reception.

The Republican Guards, the head of state...

It still amuses her.

But come in.

I like this look...

Fierce and rugged

She has better choice with men than with clothes.

I find you very attractive... the man who loves Do.

Because it seems that you do love her.

Yes.

Come and have a drink with me, while we wait for her.

You don't want to drink with me?

No.

Well?

I have all the time in the world.

I'm at the zoo.

I'm looking at a strange animal in its cage.

"The man who doesn't share."

It seems that is your peculiarity.

You could say that makes us very alike, you and I.

What attracts you to her?

What I like...

is her skin.

I think it's almost softer than mine.

Do has funny little breasts.

I'm a bit more feminine.

Don't you agree?

Frankly, I do prefer my legs.

How about you?

Well, I've done my best... I'm out of ideas.

I'll give you your freedom.

Ciao !

Next time take the elevator...

The service elevator.

Then I stayed the night.

With me?

Yes, with you.

After that?

It lasted a month.

I didn't know where I was with her.

Then you both left for the Riviera.

Then I learned that she had committed suicide.

She suicided because of that?

I never really knew, but it was probable.

- Can't get you something? - No.

Just some water.

Are the gloves because of your burns?

Yes, but they're not important.

That's not what affects me the most.

It's odd...

What's changed in you the most, is not your face or hair...

It's your expression.

Your eyes are not so hard.

More innocent than before.

I ask your forgiveness.

For what?

For what I've done.

I'm learning things.

I don't recognize myself.

It makes me ill to think I'm the girl that you describe.

It's funny...

I feel more like Dominique than myself.

Maybe you've changed.

I'm sorry, it time to go...

I have to get back to work.

'Bye.

Poor Dominique...

She's probably dead because of me.

She was out like that, tired after work.

She was in the Metro rush...

Like that.

She longed to be rich.

What if I was Do?

If I'd been a poor little girl, too?

Jeanne is hiding something from me

Was it that, that she was hiding from me?

But why?

Why?

Why?

"Grenelle"...

Do!

Do!

Finished with the sentimental walk?

Come along!

You're dumbfounded, aren't you?

It's quite simple...

My shoe...

I've been to the shop, I've seen Francois.

He told me you ran off like crazy.

I went to your old garage. You'd just left.

I came straight to your hotel.

What did you say to him?

Nothing.

What could I ever say to him?

I don't know anything.

Not even who I am.

You're Do.

We've killed Mi.

You and I are now bound together.

Where are we?

One of your aunt's houses. She has them everywhere.

Come and go to bed now.

You seem to forget that you're just out of hospital.

Help me make your bed.

Drink this.

- What is it? - It'll help you sleep.

Do you think I'd want to poison you?

Idiotic...

I need you too much.

Why have we done this?

Why have we done this?

Why?

Eat! Are you going to starve yourself to death?

"Why" ?

Because you were a little bitch.

To get your share, you were capable of anything.

You were a true Raffermi, like your aunt...

...who, before selling shoes to the whole world...

...had started by working the streets in Nice.

Mi wanted to play with you a few days, but you wanted it to last.

You arranged to get fired from the garage.

Au revoir.

Oh, the boss is there.

- I'm screwed. - Are you very late?

I daren't look at my watch.

Poor baby! It's my fault.

No. But I beg you... stay here.

Maybe then he won't dare yell at me.

- Want me to talk to him? - No. Just stay there.

Stay there... It'll give me courage.

Well, congratulations!

When you decide to be late, you go overboard.

Are you sick?

- Shit. - What?

What did you say?

Shit.

Enough!

I won't allow you!

- I won't tolerate... - Shit.

Get the hell out of here!

I'll give you one minute to be off the premises!

Sort out with accounts...

But get out of my sight right now!

Do?

Where are you, Do?

Do, is that you?

Come on now... stop crying.

What did he say to you?

Listen... this is quite absurd... Calm yourself down!

Answer me....

What did he say to you?

I tried to apologise as humbly as possible...

...but he abused me horribly and ordered me out.

Is that all? How much do you earn?

650 a month.

That's all?!

And a month's bonus at the end of the year.

You've got a raise. Come on out.

Come with me.

- With you? - I'm employing you.

To do what?

We'll see about that. You're on the books.

Raffermi accounts.

Open up...! You can't spend your life in washrooms.

I'm coming...

Stuffed with candy or slapped, depending on the day...

Partly my maid, partly my stand-in...

...you are firmly installed in the position.

But there's already been one of your kind in the position.

Just between us, how do you find my sweetie, Francois?

I think he's a very nice boy.

He's handsome...

he's pleasant...

he dresses well.

He shaves closely every morning.

I'm led to believe he's good in bed.

Correct. Nothing more.

But who told you that?

Of course, I won't tell you, that on an intellectual level...

...it's as clear as day.

Bitch.

But a lover is mostly used in the dark.

- Who was it told you? - What?

That Francois was good in bed.

It's a known fact.

Tell me, you little shit, have you been listening in at night?

Me?

I sleep like a baby.

Don't you dare amuse yourself that way.

Francois, you know how I feel about that.

But even if I don't feel like my toast...

...I don't want anyone else eating it.

So, have you two finished squabbling?

I'm easy-going, but even so...

The things you say!

My "toast" ?

Fucking "toast" ?

What I don't like is...

"I don't feel like my toast".

Oh, he's such a sweetie!

And such an animal.

But now I feel like my toast.

To prove it...

You ended up getting him kicked out the door.

And you remained alone in his place.

Careful! You're pulling it.

You keep moving all the time.

That shouldn't matter.

I already told you you're pulling it!

You're still a little girl who cries when her hair's combed.

That's not hurting.

Does this hurt?

Put this on. It's a good cream.

And turn off those bath taps.

It's your job to turn them off.

See who that is, first.

Congratulations. Already dressed like her?

- Where's the real one? - Who is it?

Who's there?

You're looking good.

What are you doing here ?

Have you been sent by Florence?

Not Florence.

We're in Majorca... and things are in a bad way.

Your aunt is near the end, and she wants to see you.

For the death blow, I imagine.

Not at all.

Turn off the taps.

Do, you only move on my command.

This pain-in-the-neck doesn't give orders here.

You obey once, and you'll never hear the end of her.

I'll give you what you want, but stick by me in front of her.

I beg you!

Speak French.

Do doesn't understand Italian.

Then she can leave for a while. This doesn't concern her.

She'll leave if I want her to. I'm the one she obeys.

She belongs to me.

We both adore each other, don't we?

Watch how we love each other.

Stop your antics and pack your suitcase.

You little fool.

I've always loved you, Michaelina...

...More than anything, more than myself.

Had you wanted it, only you would have mattered.

I'm now finding you second-rate.

I beg of you...

...don't make me despise you... hate you.

I beg you.

Well, I despise you.

In fact I hate you!

You little fool...

If you really hated me, you wouldn't have screamed it.

You scream, you insult me...

You run away from me whenever you can...

And when I hold you against me, like now...

...you feel my strength, and you become calm.

Because you need me.

Yes, I used to need you.

Very much.

I used to love you.

But when I grew up, you destroyed that love.

- You turned it into... - Liar.

Please don't!

Poor little thing.

No!

I've had it with your phoney affection! I've put up with it for too long.

Under the pretext of protecting me. But against whom?

You cocooned me, you suffocated me...

I can't take it anymore!

I want to be myself! Go to blazes!

Get the hell out of here!

I'm setting myself free!

Give me some fresh air!

That's it!

Poor little thing...

Don't you touch me!

Don't touch me, or I'll throw myself out the window!

Here. An air-taxi is waiting for her at Orly airport.

Arrange for her to leave.

Your situation is at stake.

As for you... I'm guessing that you're sensible.

You were sensible.

As a result of your being very sensible...

...you haven't tried to convince her.

Micky left to find her gang...

You were left alone with the ticket.

- Where's Micky? - I have to explain...

Don't bother.

You look close enough to be her stand-in.

Act naturally, and don't speak unless you have to.

Who are you crying for?

For the old lady who you don't know, or for yourself?

Well?

Shall I speak, or you?

You speak.

I'm 40 years old.

I joined La Raffermi when I was 15.

My first job was making heels.

And one day when she was visiting the factories...

...she slapped me.

I slapped her back, and she liked it.

She was someone, was La Raffermi.

Through her, I rose in rank.

I become her confidante.

And then one day, she fell in love with that little pest.

She entrusted her to my care.

I endured it as best I could.

Now she despises me.

And when she inherits...

...she'll show me the door, and you too, as you well know.

- What are you getting at? - Let me continue.

I saw a lot of things...

...and I was aware of many others.

I was rather like you when I was 20.

So what's going through your little head...

...is very clear to me.

- I still don't understand. - On purpose?

I've read you letters...

The ones you sent to La Raffermi to make a good impression.

Did she show them to you?

"It is a joy for me to have found Mi."

"Dear godmother of Mi, which makes you kind of mine."

"Mi's personality has changed a lot."

"If I were her, how I would love you."

It was all a bit over-the-top, my pet.

And La Raffermi was suspicious.

In the end, she sent you a small cheque, anyway.

You were astute enough to send it back.

Very noble of you.

There it is.

I have to say, that it worked. She wasn't accustomed to it.

She kept it as a souvenir.

But the kisses, the sweet words...

...achieved nothing in the end.

The little pest was the one she loved.

And so...?

And so...

We're two of a kind, my pet.

We were made for each other.

Mi couldn't understand me.

And yet, I loved her. Very much.

You're beautiful...

Like her. You're quite alike.

What's the difference between you?

Look.

It's her and it's you.

You'll need to change your perfume.

- You're not coming to Florence. - Why not?

I don't need anyone to see you there.

You go back to Paris and wait for Micky...

...and arrange to take her with you to Cap d'Antibes.

Once you're down there, phone me on a number I'll give you.

Hello... I want Florence please.

- Florence in Italy? - Yes please.

851 61 5

I'll call you back. - Can't it be right away?

With Italy, it takes half an hour.

Not here, I'll go to the post office As you wish

Florence, Miss. Booth 1 .

Jeanne ? Yes

We've been here since Monday, only, I'm thinking...

Don't think anymore, it doesn't work for you.

Do what I told you.

I don't know if I can. I don't have what it takes.

Do you want the cash, or don't you?

How's it going?

Oh, fine. She's taking a bath.

They couldn't fill the pool, the pump is broken.

We go for walks.

- Any men? - Not a soul.

I hold her hand to go to sleep.

Good.

She must not know when I'm back.

Meet me on Saturday at the Garoupe lighthouse, at 3pm.

Repeat and hang up.

Saturday, pm...

Garoupe lighthouse.

You're not going to throw now, are you?

Sorry, but that's the game.

You want more points, eh?

Look, a tourist!

You're ravishing, Michaelina.

Mourning suits you well.

Been here long?

I just arrived.

And when are you leaving?

Score!

In 6 days with you, to America.

On a honeymoon?

No...

The annual tour of the 44 Raffermi branches.

The old girl never failed.

It's a royal duty.

She earned her money. The job is yours now.

So... She's still here, I see there.

Oh, shut up about Do!

Gigolos in petticoats disgust me.

You're not going to start with your crap again are you?

You got along well, in Majorca.

I don't like snitches.

Well, if you'd like to stop the fun and games for a minute...

Here's a document that might interest you.

I found it amongst your aunt's papers.

That little piece of shit!

- Did you write this? - What?

This filth!

Did you?

Well, say something!

You were hoping to soften the old girl up by rubbishing me!

Well? Say something!

I barely knew you. I don't know what got into me.

You filthy little piece of shit!

You little shit!

So get out of here!

Hear me? Get out of here!

You see...

I'm all you've got.

You have to make do with what you have.

You taught me that when I was little.

- Stop here. - You're not taking the train?

I've changed my mind. I told you to stop.

- What are you going to do? - None of your business.

- Miss Micky will want to know. - None of her business.

Cottage for rent. Secluded location

Miss Loi!

Anyone there?

Miss!

Miss?

Miss? Miss?

Miss? Can't be possible!

Mother of God!

- Drink this, my pet. - Oh, doctor...

Don't come near me! Don't look at me!

- Go away! - Calm down now!

Please make her go. I don't want to see her anymore!

Please go... She needs to calm down.

You can't hurt me any more than you have already...

What do you want?

Calm down now... She's leaving.

Relax..

Just rest quietly, young lady.

The others too. I don't want to see anyone.

Did you hear me? No one!

And I'll try again!

I'll try again!

Because I'm so unhappy...

So very unhappy!

Well?

Play-acting!

My poor pet.

It's been hard, eh?

The slaps, the pills...

I really don't know where you're taking me, with this.

It's quite simple.

You've attempted suicide after being humiliated in front of witnesses.

You were barely saved.

Micky and I are leaving tomorrow for the United States.

Just as we're about to leave for the airport...

...at 8.30 pm exactly...

...the telephone rings.

It's you. You ask for Micky.

You are too unhappy... you can't take it anymore.

You tell her: "When you board the plane, I shall have ceased to be alive."

And you hang up.

Mi absolutely will want to come to see you.

I resist at first...

Then I end up accepting that we make a detour.

As I loathe you...

...of course I wait outside in the car.

Actually, I'm keeping a watch out for trouble.

As soon as you hear us, you lie down...stretch out.

She comes in, you're lying down.

Your chloroform pad in your hand...

Mi comes up to you, distraught, the pad...

You undress her. You change clothes.

You turn on the gas... you turn on the pilot light...

...and you join me in the car.

Nobody will know that we made a detour here.

We'll already be far away when it explodes.

Come on.

Now the letter to the commissioner.

"Dear Commissioner..."

You're still prepared to do it?

- After the slaps, yes. - So write.

Then I'll cut your hair.

"Dear Commissioner..."

"when you receive this letter...

"I shall have ceased to be alive."

Only then, we will never know what happened.

Since with you, you don't remember...

and with me, Micky stopped me from going with her to the cottage.

Her burned body was found...

...and you lying outside, severely burned...

...unrecognizable.

And it was I who recognized you.

Take me with you.

I'm afraid of you, but I'm more afraid of being alone.

So we end up in prison together?

You don't know those Florentines. All those little Machiavellis.

I gave myself enough trouble, that the will was opened without you...

as the only power of attorney.

I've no intention of showing you now.

- You're playing your role badly. - I'm cold.

I'm always cold.

Here.

You have to relearn how to put on your socks. Get up.

I can't. It hurts me.

And think about changing your gloves.

I can't stay on my own.

You must. I'll be gone for 3 days. You have enough provisions.

As soon as it's settled, I'll be back.

If you leave me, something will happen...

I know it will.

I don't care about this inheritance.

But I do.

Jeanne?

Is that you, Jeanne ? Jeanne is far away.

Between the police and you, there is only me.

I'll call you tomorrow.

In the meantime, think about it.

Please... please speak!

Have you thought about it?

Who are you?

Well, "Miss Isiola"...

I don't buy the amnesia play-acting.

Who are you?

Mrs Murneau must have left you some cash.

How much?

I don't know.

Tomorrow evening, before 8 o'clock...

...you'll put that money in the letterbox.

Just to show me that you're sensible.

But who are you... who are you?

All you need to know is that you're afraid.

Mr Gabriel...!

There's someone waiting for you.

What do you want?

I need to see you.

I need to see you!

What do we have to say to each other anymore?

I'm listening.

No, not here.

Not out here.

Alright, come in.

Through there.

No, don't switch it on.

Why did you want to see me?

What's going on?

I can't take it anymore, I can't anymore...

They all say things to me. They're all against me.

They all accuse me!

I can't take it! I can't take it! I can't take it!

What about Jeanne?

She's left me.

She's in Florence.

And that voice on the phone...

I can't take any more!

You're all I have to turn to.

Listen, I know nothing about your story.

But you need to rest.

To calm yourself down.

I've no one else here.

Can I get you an aspirin?

No, stay. Don't leave me!

I don't want to be alone.

Lie down.

Come on...

You don't know what to do?

Since you are afraid...

...you can sleep here.

There you are.

- Don't leave me! - I'm not leaving you.

I'm staying in the room.

On the armchair.

Does my smoking bother you?

- Oh, you're... - No, I'm here.

If you feel afraid, call me.

You're going to be uncomfortable.

Very uncomfortable.

But I'll manage.

What if I wasn't Mi?

What if it was Mi who died in the fire?

Since we looked so alike...

But you are Mi. I'm sure of that.

Look...

One evening you wanted to burn me with your cigarette.

To brand me.

You were a screwball girl.

But of course I defended myself.

And you got branded instead.

So go back to sleep.

I haven't killed anyone.

It's not too soon.

There was nothing in the letterbox.

So I thought that the simplest way...

...as the door was open...

...was to wait for you here.

Who are you?

So the amnesia is true?

Who are you?

Serge...!

The maid's son.

That doesn't register?

No.

Serge! The dogsbody...

The handyman.

You really don't know?

Oh, shit!

We can't stare at each other like 2 idiots!

There are things to be said.

What are you doing here?

Cast your mind back to a murder...

...Miss Isola.

Get out of here.

Get out of here!

So you'd rather explain to the cops.

All the same, you killed Dominique, didn't you?

Dominique?

Yes, Dominique. Do!

The little cousin you spent your holidays with.

How did she die? By accident?

They're handy, those accidents.

Only it's better if there are no witnesses.

You were leading the good life. And I was busy.

The handyman.

I was a bit of an eavesdropper, too.

You two used to really turn me on.

Especially you... the boss-lady.

The little cousin interested me too.

And I figured that she wasn't Catholic, that girl.

Hello... I'd like a Florence number.

Yes, in Italy.

The operator was a girlfriend.

A country girl, but very smart.

I can't get straight through?

Don't try... I'll go to the post office.

It seemed odd to me that she wanted to make the call at the post office.

-Jeanne? - Yes.

We've been here since Monday, only...

...I'm thinking.

It's forbidden to listen into conversations.

Shut up!

You want the money or not?

Meet me on Saturday at the Garoupe lighthouse, at 3pm.

Repeat and hang up.

Just what do you think you're doing?

I didn't call for you. There's nothing to fix here.

I'm not here to fix anything.

I'm here on business.

Are you out of your mind?

It's that hot wind... You want to see me naked.

Get back to the kitchen with your mother.

No.

I'm tired of the kitchen and my mother.

I've something else in mind.

A little soap opera, on the road to Vallauris.

My account.

No... shall I hear your life story?

Come on, scram!

1,000 francs seems reasonable to me.

"1000 francs" ?

For a piece of information.

An important piece of information.

It concerns Murneau and Dominique.

For just a 1,000, I'll be doing you a big favour.

You didn't give me the 1,000.

It's hard to deal with people who are loaded.

You only gave me half that.

And you asked me to spy on Murneau and Dominique.

I was on the go for 6 days.

I risked life and limb, playing Tarzan.

You're ravishing.

Because I look like Mi?

Don't be silly..

Then they talked about the future.

To sum up... they'll bump you off and run off together.

What do you want to do? You can count on me, absolutely.

You must love crime serials.

But don't get excited, you have too much imagination.

There's the rest of your money.

Thanks for the information, but it doesn't teach me anything.

They're a couple of hotheads who should make movies.

They play at scaring each other with stories of good women in distress.

Wait till they get down to the nitty-gritty...

There will be no one left to turn on the gas.

You don't realize...!

They're all prepared.... The chloroform, the gas, the letter...

They want to kill you!

This could be a murderer's mouth...

...but you fancy me too much, all the others.

Don't tell me you're not wanting to touch my skin?

You've never wanted to touch it?

Since the time you stuck your tongue out...

...while making like you were painting the shutters.

I don't mix love with business.

But, pea-brain...

Who's talking about love first?

The business is finished with.

You've done your job, you've got you money.

The rest... is up to me.

So when she calls for you to come, what will you do?

I simply won't go, of course...

Silly boy!

One time in the plane, with Jeanne...

Believe me...

...it will work out very well.

You're amazing, you know.

Pretty much.

Aren't you hurrying? It's a long way to the airport.

Allow me to tell you how much I admire you.

You know how to play the game.

- Oh, how terrible! - What's the matter?

It's Do. She's so unhappy. She's going to try again.

I must go to her.

No.

You can't let her make you feel sorry for her.

It's just blackmail.

She's screwed us enough already.

No, this time it's much more serious.

I must go there.

- You coming? - Of course.

I won't let you go there alone.

No, you'd better not come.

Your being there will make it complicated.

No, it's best I go with you.

It'll work better with two.

Not this time.

You go to the airport, and I'll meet you there.

Don't be silly... You'll miss the plane.

Rest assured, I shall not miss the plane.

You must understand...

...if something were to happen...

...you and I would reproach ourselves forever.

- You're not going to go there? - Yes.

I want to see this out to the finish.

That was a great job, Well done!

You screwed us all up.

You went there. You knew what to expect.

You took your precautions.

You're not crazy.

And the one who came out alive, was you.

But why would I have done it?

Why?

Why? For what reason?

But there's hate.

You don't know what that is?

You hated her.

You hated her because of Jeanne.

Because although you didn't want Jeanne...

...it made you mad that she preferred someone else.

And that they were going to run off together on your money...

...after killing you.

But still, just think about it...

The opportunity was too good.

- She herself turned the gas on. - That's not true!

It's not true!

I would have saved her, even though I hated her.

What about this?

What is it?

A bottle.

A little bottle of nothing at all.

But it's worth a fortune.

You won't ask me what was in it?

What was in it? Chloroform.

Why chloroform?

Why?

She certainly had some.

She was waiting for you with her pad.

The problem is to get the pad in place when you're facing the victim.

You are... You are...

Don't try...

I'm just a born snooper.

I found the bottle in your glove box.

The label is from a chemist in Vintimille.

Strange, eh?

I took the bus...

I saw the chemist... An old dodderer, animal lover...

He had let himself be softened up, without prescription...

...because your dog was expecting puppies...

...that you wanted to gently put down.

But you never had a female dog.

On top of that, you told him about it in Italian.

But Do didn't speak Italian.

So, why is my little bottle worth so much?

Well, how much will you give me for it?

I figured on 100,000.

Think about it. But make it quick.

You'll get me at the Hotel des Voyageurs.

The number is on this piece of paper.

No, it's not true...

I didn't kill her!

I hate you!

I hate you!

I hate you!

Is that you, Mi?

Yes...

It's me, Gabriel.

Feeling better?

Yes...

Better...

I can't hear you very well. Can you hear me?

You know, Mi...

I still call you by that name, but it doesn't mean anything.

You aren't Mi anymore.

I was watching you sleep all night.

With your short hair, and your lost-child look....

You struggled with nightmares, and then...

...you became quite calm again, like an innocent child.

You are innocent. Do you hear me?

Do!

Dominique, are you there?

Listen to me... You've been tortured enough.

Micky could have done anything, It's a finished story.

It's as if she were dead.

You're someone else, you hear? Someone else.

Do?

Do?

You are gentle, incapable of wickedness.

You are brand new.

You are lost, and you need me?

And I need you.

Dominique!

Do, are you here?

Do, open the door!

This is awful!

Memories, we don't care about. Me too, I throw mine away.

Do! Do, please answer me!

Make an effort, please!

Just drag yourself to the door.

You'll live!

You have to live.

We have to see each other.

We'll pretend we've just met.

We'll forget everything... and try to make a life together.

We're rich, do you hear?!

Rich!

Rich!

Rich! Rich!

Can you hear me?

Rich, do you hear?!

Rich! Rich!

Rich!

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