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(dogs panting)

(footsteps thudding)

(footsteps thudding)

(dogs panting)

(footsteps thudding)

(footsteps thudding)

(dog panting)

(footsteps thudding)

(footsteps thudding)

(dog panting)

(bell ringing)

(birds chirping)

(bell ringing)

- Martha, I've got my things

from the bathroom but can't find my comb.

- Well, this time it isn't in my purse.

Have you really looked for it?

- I've looked everywhere. I even asked the cat.

Why don't you go out and buy me 50 combs?

Tomorrow you can have fun spreading them around the house.

- (chuckling) At least you've plenty of shirts here.

It's better than finding yourself without one.

- Like to tell me how I'm supposed to put this thing on?

(both laughing)

- You must think I'm a disastrous housewife,

always mixing up your packing.

- No, but if this appeared on my return,

you'd bat me right over the head.

- I'll always know my own bras from theirs, you silly.

Now, come hurry, you have to leave soon.

- More than a half an hour to give to my wife.

Now what can we play at?

- Better you forget about playing now.

Sit down there, I'll make you some coffee,

but the milk hasn't arrived yet.

- That's all right. I'm easy.

I'll use more sugar.

- Have you ever been curious

what the wife does when the husband's away?

(gentle orchestral music)

- No, because I know she's unfaithful.

- But do you know who with?

- Sure, with many.

- You're so wrong.

One man's enough for me.

I mean one woman.

- You don't mean--

- It's the cat.

I spend the whole day playing with her,

and at night she sleeps with me in our bed.

(dog barking)

- If you have to cheat, why not give Richard a break?

Take his mind off his work, his dogs,

and his very strange figures...

And he would forget to collect the rent.

(gentle orchestral music)

- Call me whenever you want. I'll always be here.

- That's fine. I'll check to see if you are.

(door clicking)

(bike rattling)

(birds chirping)

- Hi, how are you? - Hi, Rosa.

(bells ringing)

(doorbell ringing)

- Good morning.

Here's your milk.

- Thanks, want to come in?

- Thanks, but I'm late today.

See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

(doorbell buzzing)

- Who is it? - It's me, Rosa.

- Just only one today, Rosa.

- All right, here you are. See you.

- Oh, Rosa.

From tomorrow on, one bottle a day should be enough.

- Very well, ma'am.

(dog barking)

- Hey, Rosa, you're late today.

- Hello.

I'm surprised how you can stand the heat

of that furnace in the summer.

- Well, I need it for my work.

How can I bake all those figures?

- Oh, were you impatient for the milk today?

- I just noticed you were later than usual.

- The cows were difficult to milk this morning.

They didn't know you wanted your breakfast, Mr. Lee.

- Don't call me "mister."

I'm not that old.

- No, of course not. I can see that.

It's for another reason.

- For what reason?

- I really respect you.

- (chuckling) You're the only person

that has any respect for me.

Go outside. It's hot in here.

(gentle orchestral music)

- Sorry I'm a little late. - That's all right.

(gentle radio music)

I think that's the lot.

Wait a moment, I'll get you some money.

- Ah, don't worry about it.

Now you have a charge account.

- Ah, many thanks.

You feel like having some wine?

- Why not?

I don't suppose one glass of wine would hurt me.

What do you think?

- I'll get it.

(gentle radio music continues)

- Your husband's gone outta town, hasn't he?

- Yes, he left this morning.

How'd you know about it?

- When you place small orders like the one today,

it's obvious that your husband's gone away.

You must eat like a bird.

That's good wine.

That's terrible, terrible.

- What is it that's terrible?

- I mean about your having to stay alone.

- How do you mean?

- What I mean is a man shouldn't travel so often

and leave his wife alone,

especially when she's as pretty as you. (chuckling)

You're probably gonna get fat

just sitting around waiting for him.

But don't worry if the waiting gets lonesome.

You can always count on me.

That's why when your husband's outta town,

I always fix things

so it's me who delivers your groceries.

- You'd better leave now.

- Hey, now take it easy.

Remember, it was who invited me to the drink.

And don't think you're the only woman

who finds yourself in these circumstances.

There are millions of women who get bored,

who get bored nearly as much as you do.

- You'd better leave.

- What's the matter?

- Get out of my house or there'll be plenty of trouble.

(Pete laughs)

You're not about to do anything, so forget it.

Forget it!

Nothing happened at all. Absolutely nothing.

Just don't forget you're the loser.

But if you want to make difficulties,

there'll be a nice little story...

- Perverted liar.

- A little story that will apply

to countless number of housewives, and they were all bored.

- Bastard filthy louse.

- I'll see you later, lady.

Ah, and thanks for the wine.

And never forget when you call the supermarket,

be sure to always ask for Pete.

(gentle radio music continues)

- [Announcer] There's a small fortune

at stake in this event,

and regardless of how many drivers are knocked out,

the great race continues...

(engines revving)

- What's wrong, Phaedra?

Are you tired? (yawning)

And so am I.

Or perhaps it's just boredom.

Hmm?

We're both a little bored, huh?

- [Announcer] Some drivers have violated the rule,

obliging them to slack in speed when--

(light footsteps thudding)

- Do you hear Julie?

She's also going to bed.

(heavy footsteps thudding)

That's Victor.

Wonder why Victor's always in such poor health.

It must be awful.

(cat meowing) (heavy footsteps thudding)

(Martha yawning)

(camera shutter clicking)

(footsteps thudding)

(switch clicking)

(footsteps thudding)

(Martha groaning)

The middle of the night, Phaedra,

and Julie's still walking around.

(footsteps thudding)

I wonder if Victor's worse.

Remind me tomorrow to ask Julie how Victor's getting along.

(switch clicking)

(gentle guitar music) (birds chirping)

(phone ringing)

Phaedra, Phaedra wake up.

We're a pair of sleepyheads.

(cat meows)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Is that you, Charles?

Yes, I can hear you perfectly.

Of course, I'm surprised.

No, I didn't expect to hear from you so soon.

Yes, I'm feeling fine.

I just woke up a second ago.

Oh, what a pity.

Are you sure you're only going

to be a couple more days than you expected?

No, of course I'm not angry.

(gentle guitar music continues)

But of course I think of you every hour of the day.

Don't say such crazy things.

Don't forget your promise to call more often.

So long, Charles.

I love you.

(water running)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(doorbell ringing)

- Good morning. - Hello, Julie. Come on in.

- Sorry to bother you, but the refrigerator isn't working

and this food costs a lot of money.

Every time you call a repairman

you wait forever for them to get here.

- Oh, I have plenty of room in mine.

You can bring whatever you want.

Why don't you sit down?

I've got some coffee made.

- No, don't trouble for me, Martha.

- Oh, it's no trouble.

To tell you the truth,

when Charles is out of town,

I'm grateful for a little company.

I guess I better confess,

it gets a little lonely around here.

- I think I understand.

I know what it's like to be lonely also.

Victor's gone out of town.

- When was that?

- It was yesterday afternoon.

I went with him to the bus stop.

- Have some pastries.

- Oh, no.

They're murder for your weight.

- I've never been too worried about my weight.

There's milk for you if you like.

It's curious.

When I opened the door for you this morning,

I was about to ask how Victor was getting along.

Last night I thought maybe he was worse.

- What made you think that?

- I was positive I heard him walking around.

- No, no.

Victor had to be away a few days.

Legal difficulties, inheritance, or something like that.

- Those things are very complicated.

- You know, I suffer from insomnia.

Sometimes I walk around all night.

- You probably think I'm off my rocker,

but when Charles is out of the house,

just the slightest noise drives me completely out of my mind.

- I'm very fortunate living in the top apartment.

I only have to put up with the constant howling

of Richard's dogs.

Well, gotta go.

- So soon?

- Now, why don't you drop in on me now and again, will you?

We can kill the loneliness together.

- [Martha] Good idea. I'll do that.

- Oh, you've been swell,

and I hope they get around to fixing my refrigerator soon.

- You don't have to worry.

Use mine whenever you want.

That's strange.

I would've sworn those were Victor's footsteps.

Didn't you think so, Phaedra?

Well, we must have imagined it.

And why would Julie have to lie, huh?

(pigs grunting)

(dogs barking)

- Hi there, Richard.

This gets tougher every day.

I gotta travel further each time

to find clay for your damn figures.

Those two girls alone again, huh?

Yes, sir. The Devil must like his friends.

If he was to lift a little finger, you'd have 'em both.

Don't forget, you're the landlord.

What the hell's the matter with you?

They're ready now.

- Shh.

Don't talk so loud.

- Yeah, what a neat setup.

The one upstairs with the poor guy sick,

and below with the traveling salesman.

If you had guts...

- Tell me what would happen.

- You know what would happen.

And as for that Rosa, the beauty,

one day she's gonna get knocked up.

She'll never find a guy.

Dancing, boy, does she move.

- Uh, you danced with her?

- Nah, but I always like to watch 'em dancing.

Boy, the party that goes on in there.

Watch 'em in the back of the theater,

watch them park cars outside of town when it's night.

I see it all, like I got ten eyes.

- Yeah.

Well, let's see if you can find where to put the clay.

(pigs grunting)

It's okay, I'll take care of the rest.

Didn't I tell you...?

Oh, Martha, I wasn't expecting you.

I'll get my shirt.

- No, don't trouble for me. Just be comfortable.

- Is there anything wrong, Martha?

- No.

It's just that I was bored

and I saw you enter your studio from upstairs.

- Well, when you get bored, just come down to the studio

and I'll teach you the art of ceramics.

It's a little messy, isn't it?

- [Martha] No, but it's terribly hot in here.

- Yes, I have some figures baking in the oven.

Would you like to go outside?

(dog barking)

Your husband going to be away long?

- Much too long.

Julie's alone again, too.

- Victor's away too, huh?

- Husbands have to make money.

- The house of lonely wives.

Looks like these two are the only couple

in the house inseparable.

(gentle jazz music)

- This hot spell is really murderous.

You feel like a drink,

something cold or maybe an ice coffee?

- Not today, but I'll accept the invitation another day

on one condition, that Charles doesn't get jealous.

- If he's jealous, he'll just have to suffer.

He's got clients who are pretty good-looking.

See you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.

(dial clicking)

- Supermarket?

This is Julie.

Oh, it's you.

Send me over half a pound of butter,

and I'll need some detergent,

bottle of gin, and some salt.

Will I see you?

Thanks.

(refrigerator humming)

(gentle orchestral music)

(gentle orchestral music continues)

(birds chirping)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

- Ah, another package.

Probably more samples.

Thanks.

- Anytime, Martha.

- Did my husband get a good seat on the bus yesterday?

- I'll say.

He sat right beside me.

During the whole journey into town

we were continually discussing just how lovely women are,

especially in the summertime.

- And my neighbor's husband, Victor,

he speaks of women also?

- I don't know.

He's never traveled on my route.

- He didn't take a bus yesterday?

- No.

The afternoon schedule was suspended.

The bus broke down.

Anything else?

- No, you're very kind.

And thanks very much for bringing me the package.

- It was nothing.

- The next time a package arrives,

just phone me and I'll collect it.

- [Man] It's no trouble, Martha.

(clock chiming)

- Hear that, Phaedra?

(soft music)

Victor didn't leave the house yesterday.

And what does it matter to us?

But he could have taken a taxi.

Hm.

(soft music continues)

(cow mooing)

- Hi, Rosa.

- Well, what brings you here?

- I heard you were sick.

- Don't be silly.

It was nothing.

- That's fine.

See you later.

- You were worried, Richard?

- No, not really. Why?

- Because you heard I was ill.

- No, I was just passing by,

saw you in the distance,

dropped in to see how you were.

Where's your father?

- He's in the field. He won't be back until this afternoon.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'll leave you to your work.

- Want a drink of milk?

It'll really refresh you.

- All right. - Come on.

(cow mooing)

Did you ever drink milk like this?

- Oh yeah, when I was a child.

- Want something to drink it with?

- No. I'd rather remember what it was like when I was a kid.

(cow mooing)

(Rosa laughing)

- I couldn't resist it.

- You play that trick on many people?

- Only a few, but mostly on children.

Never on a man like you.

- And what should I do now, spank you?

- Why not?

(inaudible)

(gentle orchestral music)

(birds cooing)

- Morning, Richard. - Hi, Martha.

You have visitors.

- Visitors? Who?

- A woman and a little girl.

They're upstairs. - I better go check.

- See ya. - See ya.

- [Martha] Rita, Rita. It's been ages.

- [Rita] It's been a long time.

You certainly live a long way from the city.

- [Martha] Oh, Alice. Little Alice.

How she's growing.

- [Rita] She couldn't wait to see you.

(door clicking)

- Come on in.

It's that way.

It's fantastic.

Rita, in my house.

You'll be staying for lunch-- - Are you kidding?

Just you try to get rid of me.

I spent two hours on that lousy bus to see you.

How's Charles?

- Oh, he's on a trip.

- Oh, that's perfect.

We can spend the whole day gossiping.

- Well then, come on, let's sit down.

- Not again, after that bus ride? (chuckling)

Who's that precious character I met down there?

- That's Richard. He's the landlord.

- Oh, what a beauty,

and you mean he's rich?

- And single.

- And single! Huh, don't tempt me, dear.

An Apollo looking for consolation.

And your husband sleeps easy with him for a neighbor?

(both laughing)

You must introduce me before I leave.

Martha, it's been ages since we've seen each other,

and you my best friend.

- I'm hungry.

- You haven't changed at all in these years,

and I've got as fat as a...

(pig grunting)

That's it, a hog.

You got a slaughterhouse near here?

- No, but below there's a pigsty just behind the house.

It belongs to the Adonis you saw downstairs this morning.

- My God, I just gotta meet this guy.

(dogs barking)

Don't poison me with that coffee.

I can't drink it too strong, you know.

- Do you remember when we were kids,

how suspicious we were about your grandmother's trunk?

- (laughing) We even suspected that my grandfather

had murdered my poor grandma.

At any rate, nobody ever wanted to talk about it.

- Like me to tell you a really authentic mystery?

(gentle mysterious jazz music)

- So you're completely certain that the footsteps

you heard were of a man.

Well, finally, she's asleep.

Now we can get to the meat of the story.

Are you sure it was a man's footsteps?

- Of course they were.

If not, why would I hear someone with slippers,

and immediately after heavy footsteps

as if somebody was leaving the house?

- Maybe you've hit on something, Martha.

Of course, a man's footsteps are noticeable.

Then if it wasn't her husband, it was a lover.

That's it, Martha.

It's a lover.

Isn't that solution just what we wanted it to be?

- Perhaps.

But you forgot one thing though.

Her husband didn't go out of town,

and I proved it by asking the driver who was on duty.

And if he didn't go out of town and he isn't at home,

it's because Julie and her lover have murdered Victor.

- It's genius.

- But where's the man?

- Richard.

Who else could it be?

He'd make anyone desert her husband.

Besides if Victor wasn't able to do his thing...

(doorbell ringing)

- (laughing) I'll be right back.

We'll continue playing detective.

- Oh, I hate to trouble you,

but my refrigerator is still acting up.

- Oh, silly, you know it's no trouble.

- No, I'll just leave this with you.

- Oh, come in.

I want you to meet a friend.

Rita, I'd like you to meet Julie, my only female neighbor.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Rita's my best friend,

and it's been years since we've seen each other.

And this young lady's her daughter, Alice.

- Hi there, Alice.

You're very pretty.

- Mama, but isn't that the lady you said

that was a murderer?

(dramatic music)

- That was horrible, Phaedra.

That child of Rita's deserves a good spanking.

Tomorrow I'll have to apologize to Julie.

I don't want her to think that...

Let's promise never again to imagine things, okay?

Not even for fun.

(Martha gasping)

Phaedra, how would you make someone

disappear completely?

(dramatic music)

I'll bet you think I'm crazy.

I've made a promise and I've just broken it.

(insects chirping)

(footsteps thudding)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(camera shutter clicking)

(fire crackling)

- Hello, Martha. - Working again, huh?

- Looks like the miniature gate of Hell, doesn't it?

- In that furnace, I bet anything would burn.

- You better believe it.

Even a person could disappear.

(door squeaking)

You smell something funny?

(fly buzzing)

- Bad odor?

- Yeah, something rotting.

- It's probably the clay.

- No.

Smells like decomposed flesh.

I think it's coming from over there.

Probably a rat that's died.

Let's get outta here.

(mysterious music)

What did you see in the wood pile?

Something unpleasant?

- No, I was a little surprised to see a man's shoe there.

- It's not surprising.

Nowadays they sell anything for firewood.

How about that invitation for coffee?

- It still stands.

- Hey, do you want a few scraps for the beasts?

- Not today. They're off their food.

- Well, let me know when they're hungry.

Don't forget the number, Martha.

Have fun.

(relaxing music)

- [Martha] Trying to see the future?

- (chuckling) No, I was just thinking

it's very good coffee.

- Have another.

- No thanks.

More than one cup makes me nervous.

(footsteps thudding)

- Who's walking about?

- It's Julie.

You are bored, aren't you?

- Little bit. It's normal.

But then there's the housecleaning.

And I have the cat.

- Those are our enemies.

- Our enemies?

- Your cat and my studio,

they make us forget people.

- Perhaps that's right.

But it's just that you're so personable.

What's the real reason you're single?

- Hmm, who would have anyone like me?

- You're far too modest.

For example, my girlfriend who was here the other day

told me you looked like a man of much finesse.

- Hmm.

And where is this friend?

- In her house with her husband and daughter.

- You see? There you have it.

Nothing left but my work.

Would you accept an invitation?

- Me?

- A day in the country.

Get outta these surroundings for a few hours.

We'll ride horses.

(relaxing music continues)

- Why not?

We'll escape for a moment from my cat and your studio.

- You're serious, aren't you?

- Completely serious.

I'll substitute the ceiling for the clear sky.

- Substitute the ceiling?

- The glass ceiling.

- [Richard] I'm afraid I don't follow you.

- It's a long story.

When we're far away,

I'll tell you all about it.

(door clicking)

- Hi, Rosa.

Did you want something?

- I thought you were going to start sculpting my bust.

- Really?

Sure you want to?

- That's what I'm here for.

- Well? Come on, take your clothes off.

You don't expect me to sculpt you with your clothes on.

- But I thought--

- (chuckling) The eyes of an artist

are not like those of other men.

What my eyes see is not important.

The only thing that matters is what I feel.

- And it doesn't matter to you, as if you see nothing?

- Something like that.

Sculptors work with their hands.

- Do it without seeing me.

Do it blindfolded.

- Well, if you don't trust me. (scoffing)

(Rosa laughing)

- Hey, what's that odor?

- I think it's a mole or a dead rat in the firewood.

This'll fix it.

(can spraying)

(Rosa grunting)

You showed me the trick.

Tie it tight.

- (laughing) We seem like two kids playing

Blind Man's Bluff. - No, kids don't play

at this game.

You ready?

- Mm-hmm.

(Rosa laughing)

Come on.

Get the clothes off.

(dress unzipping)

(soft guitar music)

(soft organ music)

(soft jazz music)

(soft music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Something funny,

like something rotting.

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(door creaking)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(switch clicking)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(wood thudding)

(Martha screaming)

(clock chiming)

- Please come back, Charles.

Come back soon.

(birds chirping)

(camera shutter clicking)

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

- Don't be upset, Martha.

It's very pleasant sunbathing completely in the nude.

Would you mind giving me my sunglasses?

(camera shutter clicking)

Thanks.

(pigs grunting)

I hope you're not still embarrassed about what little

Alice said. I told you to forget it.

- Oh, we were talking about a detective story we both read.

I don't know how little Alice could have said such a thing.

- We all know how kids are today,

having incredible imagination.

Will you be going into town?

- Yes, a little later.

- Mind bringing me a few groceries?

- Of course.

- Will you be long?

- No. I won't be more than an hour.

- Just a second. I'll get you some money.

- No, don't trouble.

We can settle it afterwards.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

No, no, it's a neighbor.

One moment, please.

She's right here. - Who is it?

- I think it's your husband, but it's a very bad line.

- Is it really you?

What a surprise.

Uh-huh.

Oh, that's just splendid.

How's business?

What?

So little time?

Not even a couple of days?

Well, it's better than nothing.

Don't be silly.

Yes, it was Martha.

Oh, well, of course I'll be waiting for you.

So long, Victor, big kiss.

Victor's arriving tonight. He's forgotten a document.

I'm afraid he won't stay long though.

(mysterious music)

- Oh, but that's good news.

(door clicking)

- Hi, Martha.

Here long?

- I hope you don't mind.

I've been contemplating your work.

- There's nothing to admire yet.

There's a lot to do before I finish.

- In that case, I'll leave you to finish your work.

- Tomorrow all right?

- Tomorrow?

- That day in the country.

- Oh, well, why not?

- You do ride horseback?

- Wait and see.

- Oh, by the way, there was a dead rat in the firewood.

It's funny how the wood had fallen.

(footsteps thudding)

(Martha moaning)

(Martha gasping)

(engine revving)

- [Martha] I've got a confession to make.

- [Richard] What's that?

- The pile of firewood wasn't scattered because of rats.

Two nights ago, I was in your studio.

- You were?

- Yes, it has to do with that long story.

- We've got the whole day ahead of us.

- You're gonna laugh at me.

- Why don't you try and see? I may not.

- [Woman] Morning, Mr. Lee.

- Morning.

Mind if I check the horses?

- Of course! The best in the stables for you.

(horse neighing)

- Cigarette? - Uh-uh.

(gentle waltz music)

So you were suspicious of me.

- Of you?

- [Richard] Didn't you expect to find the corpse

hidden in my studio?

- No, I never said that.

- Let's say then you thought Julie had hidden the body there

without my knowing it.

- [Martha] Well, I guess so.

It was childish of me.

In any case, the game's over.

- So you're tired of playing detective.

- I can't play detective any longer

for the simple reason there's been no crime.

Victor was at home last night.

- You see?

That settles it.

(gentle waltz music continues)

(horse snorting)

- How peaceful it is here.

- Yeah.

Hey, the horses are waiting.

(grand waltz music)

(grand waltz music continues)

(gentle waltz music)

(gentle waltz music continues)

- If I don't cook it today, it'll surely spoil.

I'll bring you the plate later.

- No, you don't have to bother.

So you said Victor only came for a few hours.

- He took the bus early this morning.

I couldn't keep him here much longer.

I must be losing my girlish touch.

Keep a secret?

- What is it?

- We won't be living very much longer in this house.

My husband's bought a big home in the city.

I've spoken to Richard, put up the flat for rent next month.

- Next month, really?

- It couldn't be much sooner.

I'll see you later, Martha.

(soft radio music)

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Martha.

- This heat's awful. - Yeah.

- Please, may I have an iced coffee?

- Why not add a little alcohol to that coffee?

You'll see it works wonders when you're hot.

- All right, I'll try it.

By the way, are there any other packages for my husband?

- Well, no, but maybe tomorrow.

- This isn't half bad.

- What did I tell you?

Now you've learned something new.

Be careful though.

- I'd almost forgotten, my neighbor,

the lady that lives in the flat above me,

she wants to know if her husband arrived

in time for the bus this morning.

- He must have got there late.

On that run, the only passengers were two priests

and a few soldiers on the way to the base.

You know, in the summertime,

very few people travel and it's easy

to remember who was on the bus.

- And wasn't my neighbor's husband on it?

Are you certain?

- Yes, completely sure of it,

unless he was disguised as one of those, those soldiers

or maybe a priest.

(soft radio music continues)

- [Martha Voice over] Because I'm now certain, Rita,

that the voice on the telephone wasn't Victor's.

And if Victor didn't come home, why did Julie lie to me?

And if Victor's dead, where is the body?

What did she do with it?

You must have read in detective stories

that the most difficult part is to get rid of the body.

I'm sure if I could discover what happened to the corpse,

I could solve the whole mystery.

I've just thought of something.

(knuckles rapping)

- May I come in?

- [Martha] I wasn't expecting you.

- Oh, the door was open.

- Can I get you something?

- No thanks.

I just came to make another invitation.

An afternoon's fishing.

- Oh, don't tempt me, Richard.

Just look at this house. It's filthy.

- Well, I don't see anything wrong with it.

Listen, forget the work today.

I know a spot nearby where a thousand fish are waiting.

Now, would you let them down?

- A thousand fish waiting, huh?

If I wasn't so bored, you wouldn't win me over so easily.

Wait just a moment and I'll change my clothes.

Oh, I think we've uncovered new clues

concerning the glass ceiling.

Top secret.

The only one who knows is the cat.

(gentle orchestral music)

(Richard chuckling)

(gun firing)

I never would've suspected you were such a sharpshooter.

- Little out of practice.

Used to be better.

You wanna try?

- Oh, no.

Never.

They frighten me to death.

- If you like, I'll quit.

- Don't you remember it was you

who invited me for an afternoon's fishing?

Not to go target-shooting.

- You're right.

Like I promised, there's a thousand fish in the river.

Let's go.

You ever wonder what the bait looks like to fish underwater?

- [Martha] I've never used my imagination that much.

- [Richard] And on the other hand, you dreamed up

that fantastic story.

- [Martha] But I can hear footsteps and strange noises.

- I understand,

and when you can't see anything,

you imagine the reasons for those footsteps

and strange noises.

You'd like to witness the private life of people,

and when this starts to bore you,

when you're no longer amused

by witnessing life, you invent a death.

- [Martha] You must think I'm weird.

- [Richard] Not in the least.

Have you ever heard of voyeurism?

- [Martha] Oh, I'm afraid not.

- [Richard] Voyeurs are people

who get a kick out of spying on the most intimate,

the most personal secrets of other people.

- Sounds good,

but nobody's ever told me I was a voyeur.

At most, a snooper.

(Richard chuckling)

And would you say that all snoopers

deserve to be given the name of voyeur?

An elegant name like that?

- Well, yes.

I'd say nearly everybody.

If not, what do you think is the object

of cinema or photography?

- I don't know.

- Someone once said that photography is truth,

that photography of the cinema is truth 24 times a second.

It's a pretty phrase, but I think it's false.

They're simply a release, an escape valve

for this voyeur instinct.

And like you said, snooping, for example,

it's this instinct we all have.

- Oh, look, hurry!

(gentle orchestral music)

(rod clicking)

At least we've caught one of the thousand fish

you said were here. (laughing)

- [Richard] Hey, little fella,

you shouldn't have played around

with something you didn't know about.

- I never would've thought you were so observant.

- Now I'm the one who is observed.

- I think we're both a little strange.

- Will you promise me something?

- What?

- That we'll stay friends.

- Why shouldn't we stay friends?

(gentle orchestral music)

Best we leave, Richard,

don't you think?

(dramatic music) (singers vocalizing)

(Martha moaning)

(Martha breathing heavily)

(inaudible)

(inaudible)

(Martha moaning)

(head thudding)

(Martha gasping)

(cat meowing)

- Hello.

Oh, when will you finish it?

- I don't know.

I might never finish it.

- Why not? You only have the face left.

I'll be able to come tomorrow for a couple of hours.

- No need to come back again.

- Do you prefer to work from memory?

Whatever you like,

but if it doesn't resemble me, I'll hate you.

Oh, how crazy.

Don't pay any attention.

I could never hate you.

- Rosa, you just don't understand

what I'm trying to tell you.

I just don't want you to come back.

Your statue's strange.

Sometimes it's a body of one woman and the face of another.

- Now I understand.

When the other one gets here, you copy her face.

- Martha?

I wasn't referring to her.

- I didn't mean that one.

I mean Julie.

She's got the perfect face for a body in the nude.

- Julie? Why her?

- Because I've seen you with her.

Because she's the kind that all you men like.

- Don't be childish.

- I'm no longer a child. (statue crashing)

- [Martha] Here's your change.

No, just keep it.

- Thank you.

- Have you finished for the day?

- Nearly.

All I have to do is leave the account for Julie.

I'll leave it under the door.

- Under the door?

But why not just give it to her?

- I might disturb her.

(soft music)

Besides, I just saw Richard go up there.

- Of course, we're at the end of the month.

He probably went for the rent.

- Yeah, of course.

That's it.

Taking care of her debts.

See you tomorrow.

- Goodbye.

What did you want, Richard?

- I wanted to apologize for yesterday.

- Oh, don't worry about it.

- Still friends?

- Of course we are.

Will you take me fishing again on the river?

- If you want to.

- I'd never forgive you if you didn't ask me, Richard.

But aren't the poor dogs hungry?

- No such luck.

They haven't touched a bite in almost a week.

I've asked the vet to come over.

These dogs can't go four or five days without eating.

(pulley system rattling)

(dramatic music) (singers vocalizing)

What's the matter?

(dramatic music)

Calm down, Martha.

You're okay.

You'll be all right.

- If you like, I'll get another cold compress.

- Good idea.

- Please don't leave.

- Take it easy.

It's just a case of indigestion.

- No, it's not that.

Don't leave me alone with her.

- Don't worry about a thing.

Just relax.

- She looks better now.

- Yeah, she's recovered now.

You probably have things to do, Julie. I'll stay here.

- I'll get my shopping done, if you don't mind.

Call me if you need me.

- Right. - I won't be long.

(door clicking)

- Didn't you see that pulley?

That's how she's been bringing Victor's body down.

That's why the dogs won't eat anything.

The other night I heard the squeaking of that pulley.

(gentle orchestral music)

- Rest.

I'll be right here beside you.

(clock chiming)

(cat screeching) (Richard grunts)

(dogs panting)

(birds chirping)

(Martha moaning)

(Martha gasping)

- Oh, so sorry if I've startled you.

I was in your room before,

but you were sleeping.

This is for you.

- Forgive me. It's just that my nerves are on edge.

I'm all right now.

- It'll be good for you.

Drink up.

- Did I sleep long?

- (chuckling) You needed a rest.

And you gave us quite a fright.

Richard left a moment ago.

He said to telephone if you needed him for something.

Would you like me to stay with you?

No, no, you don't have to.

I mean, I'm really all right.

You must have things to do.

- Now don't forget to call me if you need anything.

- Yes, yes.

I won't forget. - That's fine.

Take care, Martha.

- So long, Julie, you've been great.

(door clicking)

(dog barking)

(gentle orchestral music)

(objects clattering) (ax thudding)

(statues crashing)

(Richard breathing heavily)

(match striking)

(doorbell buzzing)

Hello.

Are you busy?

- No, no.

Come in.

You're looking better.

- Yes, yes. I'm all right now.

- Like a cigarette?

- No, I, I better not. Thanks.

May I sit down?

- Mm-hmm.

(lighter clicking)

Are you sure that you're feeling all right?

- I'm still a little sleepy, but I'm fine.

What I really could use is something to drink.

(dramatic music)

- I could prepare you an orange juice.

- Please do.

That would suit me fine.

- Just a moment. I'll get it for you.

(dramatic music continues)

- Shall I lend you a hand?

- No, just relax.

You're the patient.

(juicer whirring)

(footsteps thudding)

(dramatic music)

Sorry it's not very cold.

(dramatic music continues)

(Martha gasping)

(music stops abruptly)

(dial clicking)

- Richard.

Richard, is that you?

No, I'm all right.

It's really too horrible.

Now I'm completely certain of it.

About Julie, Richard, about Julie.

She's a murderer.

Please, please, you've got to listen to me.

No, no.

It's not my imagination.

When I was in her house, I looked in her refrigerator.

I discovered a finger.

No, I'm not crazy.

The dogs, don't you remember?

Why do you think they didn't care about eating?

(dramatic music)

She, she's had him concealed all this time

and she's going to move from here.

Yes, she's moving.

Didn't she tell you anything?

Yes, I'll be here,

and you should bring somebody with you.

You have to be careful.

Yes.

Hurry.

(receiver clicking) (music stops abruptly)

Phaedra.

Phaedra.

Phaedra.

(crickets chirping)

Phaedra.

(gate creaking)

(Martha gasping)

(door clicking)

(footsteps thudding)

(door clicking)

(fan whirring)

(dial clicking)

(phone ringing)

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Who is it?

[Receiver] Who is it?

Hello?

- Leave the telephone off the hook.

Don't say anything to her at all.

- [Martha] Please answer me.

Hello?

(fan whirring)

(telephone clicks)

(footsteps thudding)

(footsteps thudding)

(dogs barking)

(footsteps thudding)

(footsteps thudding)

(clock chiming)

(footsteps thudding)

- Besides, I just saw Richard go up there.

Go up there.

Up there.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(door clicking)

(dog barking)

(suspenseful orchestral music continues)

(wood crashing) (Martha gasping)

(high pitch frequency resonating)

(door clicking)

(high pitch frequency intensifies)

(switch clicking)

(high pitch frequency resonating)

(high pitch frequency resonating)

(high pitch frequency resonating)

(switch clicking)

(door clicking)

(footsteps thudding)

(Martha gasping)

- I'm leaving now, Martha.

Victor's waiting for me at our new house.

I'd like you to tell Richard that we've left,

and could you give him these keys?

My new address.

You will visit us sometime?

- Yes, of course.

- Wonderful. I'll expect you.

And take care.

(door clicking)

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(footsteps thudding)

(tense music continues)

(footsteps thudding)

(footsteps thudding)

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(pulley squeaking)

(Martha screaming)

(head thudding)

(pigs grunting)

(high pitch frequency resonating)

(camera shutter clicking)

(Martha gasping)

(Martha breathing heavily) (phone ringing)

- [Man] Leave the house immediately.

Don't stay alone.

- Hello?

- [Man] Don't stay alone.

Leave the house. - Who are you?

Who are you?

(gasping) Who are you? - Don't stay alone.

(Martha gasping)

Don't stay alone.

Don't stay alone.

(suspenseful music)

(music swells)

(Martha gasping)

- Martha, you all right?

- (gasping) It's horrible, Charles.

She's killed her husband

and now they want to murder me.

Oh, Charles, you've got to do something.

Charles, please help me.

Do something, Charles.

I'm so frightened.

(Martha sobbing) (suspenseful music)

- You imagine it.

It's your imagination.

- It's not imagination.

I'm certain of it now.

- All right, we'll speak with Julie.

You'll see that everything will work out all right.

Do you have her address?

And what pretext do we use visiting at this hour?

It's nearly two o'clock.

- I don't know, anything,

that I had to go to the city to meet you.

Anything.

I don't care what pretext.

- And if her husband's with her?

(dramatic music)

- Then I'll know that I'm crazy.

(Charles chuckling)

- And what should we do with my suitcase?

- We can leave it at the bar next to the bus station.

(engine revving)

(engine revving)

- Are you sure this is the house?

- Yes, this is it.

What a beautiful house.

- Yes, Victor's family is very wealthy.

(dramatic music)

(door clicking)

I still think we're gonna make fools of ourselves.

- I'm afraid.

We should have called the police.

- Don't worry.

After we've spoken with Julie, everything will be all right.

- And if she's with Richard?

- She'll be with her husband.

(knocker banging)

(dramatic music continues)

(knocker banging)

(knocker banging)

- [Martha] She's taking a long time.

- They're no doubt in bed.

Here they are.

- Oh, what a surprise.

I was about to go to bed.

Come in.

- Is your husband here?

- Oh, yes. He's just gone up to bed.

I'll call him. I'm sure he's awake.

- We'll only keep you a moment, Julie.

It's rather embarrassing to intrude on you at this hour.

You'll probably think that Martha's crazy, but--

- Well, we'll talk about it with Victor.

Sit down.

I'm afraid there's nothing to offer you,

but please have a seat.

Would you please excuse me while I go and call Victor?

- [Charles] Oh, if Victor's sleeping,

please don't disturb him.

We can discuss it tomorrow.

- That's all right, Charles.

He'll be annoyed if I don't.

(suspenseful music)

- You'd like to live in a house like this, wouldn't you?

- Of course I would.

- One day we'll have one like it, you'll see.

- Don't you think they're taking a long time?

- Not surprising.

If were Victor, I'd be very annoyed.

When he comes down, we'll have to invent a story.

He'll really think you're crazy.

- Maybe you're right.

But let's just wait to see if he comes down.

(suspenseful music)

Think she'll try to escape?

- Wait a minute.

Julie?

Julie, are you there?

Julie, where are you?

(door creaking)

- Charles?

Charles?

(suspenseful music)

Charles.

(suspenseful music continues)

Charles!

(suspenseful music continues)

(Martha gasping)

(Martha gasping)

- Be done with it!

(Martha groaning) (suspenseful music)

I killed your husband.

It was your idea to bring her here.

Kill her and be done with it.

(Martha groaning)

(Martha screaming)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Martha screaming)

(camera shutter clicking)

- Oh, no. (screaming)

- Give me the razor!

(gun firing)

(Charles groaning)

(footsteps thudding)

(body thudding)

(Martha groaning)

(Martha sighing)

(somber music)

(somber music continues)