All language subtitles for Entre onze heures et minuit (1949)-ENG

Eleven thirty,
eleven thirty exactly.

We're in Paris, a city where
the clocks are always wrong

and never show the same
time at the same time.

Imprecision is second nature
for Parisians.

Midnight at the Gare de Lyon,
that makes it 1am at l'Op�ra.

Four am at the Palais Royal,

2:15 at la Concorde.

1:15 at St Germain des Pr�s,
give or take,

Four plus one, four plus two,
plus a quarter

It's exactly 11:30 at night,

time for the first tangos
in the nightclubs,

the time when, in the theaters,
the curtain falls

on the drama's last act,

the time of the last words
spoken on cafe terraces,

the time when "The End"
appears on cinema screens.

Already the stars have been
rewound

and rest until the next
screening in their film cans.

That's why they last
such a long time.

And here are the spectators
leaving darkened rooms,

songs still fresh on their lips,

ears still full of music,
hearts still full of poetry,

eyes still full of dreams,

faces still full of sorrow

The public is king.

This evening they've seen
some great films, the public.

There, Jouvet. Louis Jouvet
in a film in which he plays,

you'll recall, a double role.

That of a crook, and that of an
honest man. "Copie Conforme".

Here, Edward G. Robinson.

the Man with the Cigar,
Robinson in

a film where he plays
a double role.

That of a crook, and that
of an honest man.

"The Whole Town's Talking."

Elsewhere, Charlie Chaplin
in a film where he plays,

you'll recall, a double role.

That of an honest man
and that of a...

Head of State.

"The Great Dictator."

The crowd, here, there,
and elsewhere disperses,

satisfied, happy and
sated.

- Ah, it's idiotic.
- It's stupid, yeah.

Why stupid?
Not really.

Look at them,
they're charming.

I don't like these
derivative stories.

Me neither.

They really insult people's
intelligence.

No one looks like anybody else.
It stands to reason.

- We must be logical.
- You, dear, are like no one else.

- That's why I chose you.
- Really?

What I love about you
is your personality.

You're one of a kind.

However, this evening,

in the Ballon des Ternes
tunnel,

between eleven
and midnight...

When can you get the light
back on?

We need time to replace
the bulb, Inspector.

There we are!

Right, that's better.

What's wrong with you?
What are you looking at?

Nothing, but...

But what?

Nothing.

Who are you, anyway?

I'm the maid.

I thought it was obvious.

- The maid?
- The corpse's maid.

The corpse's maid.

Well, Doctor, this corpse,
what can he tell us?

He has a tale to tell.
Three bullets, all fatal.

One in the heart, the two
others in the lungs.

He died three times.

What caliber? 7.65?

Looks like it.
I believe as much.

And the time of death?

Five, five-thirty in the afternoon.

And you didn't hear anything?

Nothing - not that!

- Where were you?
- In my kitchen.

- I was doing the laundry.
- And where is the kitchen?

Over there, close by.

So who would believe that
you didn't hear a thing?

Three bullets make quite a noise.

Go on, explain yourself.

Fine, I get it.

And you said he was a lawyer.

Yes, but disbarred.

Disbarred since when?

Three years ago, April 6th.

Every 6th April he celebrated
getting disbarred with his friends.

- What did he live off?
- He gave advice.

His being disbarred gave
confidence to his clientele.

You really are a strange one.

You were here during the crime
but you didn't see the killer?

I was in my kitchen.

Monsieur came in about 4:30pm.
He let himself in.

From then 'til his death,
no one rang for me.

- Otherwise I'd have let him in.
- You heard him come in?

Actually, yes. He even
spoke with someone.

And you couldn't have told
me that right away?

A man or a woman?

I have no idea... Monsieur
was the only one speaking.

- Yeah.
- He shut himself in his office.

Afterwards, I heard nothing more.

Tell me, can we wash our hands?

I suppose the meat wagon
will be here soon?

I want to get this autopsy
done as quickly as possible.

Tonight's bridge night at home.

Right, this wash basin,
where is it?

Straight ahead and on the right,
like everywhere.

How long have you been in
Durand-Gonzales' service?

- Three years.
- Good night, Inspector.

And where did he get you from?

From "La Coupole" in Montparnasse.

What were you doing at La Coupole?

I was getting my license.

And he probably had a mistress.

Yes, one at a time.

Ah, here's Perpignan.

- What are you here for, idiot?
- Boss, I -

Look out!

Sorry.

- I want to have a word with you.
- Hurry it up.

Yes, what? What?

You're sure?

Right.

Good!

I'll let you go, Moineau.
We'll meet in my office in two hours.

Keep going with the inquiry.

Good bye, Inspector.

See you soon, Irma.

M�jean, Commissaire of the 17th.

Yes.

- So?
- Here's the body.

I was right, wasn't I?

It's unbelievable, it's like
a gag.

Cover him back up.

And the same height, too.

When I tell my wife about this...

- How did he die?
- Three bullets.

Strange place to have
him killed.

You searched him?
- Yes, yes.

This is all he had on him.

J�rome Vidaubon,
born in 1901.

Director...
Director of what?

Cigarette holder.

His wristwatch,
his keyring.

Here...
Two sleeper tickets to Bordeaux.

Two transatlantic liner tickets for
Vidaubon and F. Colline.

Right, perfect.

Telephone the Medical Examiner,
Doctor Morel.

He's staying in the morgue.

His bridge game can wait.

Tell him we're sending him a stiff
with a great future before him.

And meet me in Forensics
with the dossier on this Vidaubon.

Get going, idiot.

Tell me, Mr. Commissaire...

Drop me at the first bar.
I need to make a call.

Then back to base.

For once, the Medical Examiner
didn't get it wrong.

Your Durand-Gonzalez was brought
d-d-down by a 7.65.

And on that note,
I'll take a drink.

The fingerprints, what do
they tell us?

Right.

The guy certainly worked
with gloves on.

Yes, I see that. We're really
in for an uphill task.

But an uphill task means you
end up king of the hill.

T-t-that's true!

- Is Perpignan there?
- He must in the filing division.

- And so?
- It's definitely a...7.65.

That's j-j-just what I thought.

Yes, but for the prints you'll
need to come back.

We're not done
swimming in fog.

Strange spot to swim, in the fog.

- Ah, there's my idiot.
- Yes, I see light in the tunnel!

Here's the rap sheet.

Nice face, huh?

Son of Vidaubon Auguste
and Cartet Th�r�se.

He's got a big time track record.

Arrested on August 17th, 1928
for a con job.

Released for lack of evidence.

Arrested on July 7th, 1930
for false witness.

A classified case.

Arrested August 2nd, 1936
for fraud.

Case dismissed.

June 1st, '37 for
traffic of influence.

Case dismissed. September 2nd, '38
for arms dealing. Case dismissed.

June 1st, '42 for gold trafficking.
Case dismissed.

What a track record!
Case dismissed, dismissed, dismissed.

My dear Perpignan,
I'm leaving Gonzales to you,

- and I'll take Vidauban.
- Good.

Besides, the Gonzales business
is as good as done.

All done? We don't
have the killer yet.

Well you wrap it up.

Ah, that'll be Morel.

Hello, hello.
Yes, doctor.

Yes.

Hey, what? How?

He'd just eaten?

What did you find
in his stomach?

Foie gras, vodka, champagne,
creamed chicken.

Armagnac. That's it?

Well, his liver must have
been in a great state.

No, bloated? Like a melon, yes.

Good, thanks. Perfect.

Thanks, Doctor - enjoy
your bridge.

Right, kids, I'm off.
Have a good time.

Where're you going, Boss?

Vidauban's house, idiot.

Take care. Nothing to the press!

Vidauban is not dead.

M. Vidauban.

Third on the left.

- What is it?
- Vidauban.

Every night the same.

I came,
I waited for you,

and naturally,
you stood me up .

I've left again,
Florence.

She who adored you
just five minutes ago.

So long.

*In the shadow of the streets

*When evening falls.

*Like a lost dog

*I wander, hopeless.

*I'm looking for
a fleeting dream

*but I'll find it again.

*Oh the lonely night
feels so long

*Walking the streets...

*And everything's so dark...

*How I loved your body

*pressed close to mine

*His two arms

*which held me so tight...

- Goddamn!
- Very heartfelt.

Well, really!

Really, what?

Well, I mean -

And what is your meaning?

It's you?

And that surprises you?

Until proved otherwise,
I'm here at home, no?

You couldn't have told
me that right away?

You were fixing the place up;
I didn't want to disturb you.

So what were you looking for?

You know as well as I do.

Perhaps, but I'd like
to hear it from you.

Nothing to say? What were you doing
here in the middle of the night?

- Here at your place?
- Yes.

- In the middle of the night.
- You're not going

to parrot everything I say.
Think before you spill the beans.

- Tell the truth.
- The truth?

- You talk like a cop.
- A cop?

Watch your language.

- A cop!
- I take it back.

But take your hat off.

For the last time,
what were you doing here?

- J�rome, you know me!
- So you say.

Well, there you go.
It's all Florence's fault anyway.

You know Florence...

So you say.

Her feet are on the ground
but she's never on the level.

Don't try to straighten
me out again!

It's in my blood like a bug.
Like a second skin.

You get under my skin.

Where were we? Oh yes.

I was to meet Florence
at 7pm at Fouquet's.

So I get to Fouquet's.
No Florence!

I wait.

One pernod, two pernods,
three pernods. Nothing!

Four pernods, nobody.

Not possible.

8pm, I get to Germain's to
have dinner, like always.

Sure of finding her there.
Florence, nada.

I eat. Stood up for two hours.

I start to smell a rat.

I wait a bit longer.

- One Marc, two Marcs.
- Three Marcs, four Marcs.

Excuse me, I get thirsty.

- And then?
- And then.

You've got the same record
as Florence.

Well, I'm listening.
What then?

What then.

At 9:30 I went home.

I went to bed.

And what do I find in the
bed, on the pillow?

A man.

No, not even.

A letter from Florence.
Allow me.

A strange note.

Excuse me.

My dear Fred,

We have decided, J�rome and I,
to leave.

to leave France, to go abroad

to head elsewhere.

No, you read it.
I can't go on.

I love Vidauban, alas,
and Vidauban adores me.

- She writes well.
- Yes, she writes like she thinks and

she thinks how she talks.

"Don't you see, my poor dear, that
we aren't made for life together.

"By the time you read this letter,
we'll already be far away.

"After what Vidauban has done,

"and what you always figure
out much too soon,

"it's better for us to have
a little space.

- Well, in any case...
- I didn't say a word.

You're right.

"I'm leaving and won't come back.

"No one belongs to me.

"I want nothing more from you, as it's
through you that I knew J�rome.

"Much love to you, and thinking
only ahead now, Florence."

The bitch!

"PS:

"I rely on you to explain to Lucienne
that I had nothing to do with this."

Can you believe this? You see me,
Fred Rossignol, consoling Lucienne?

My dear Rossignol...

Well, do you think I'm capable
of leaving with Florence?

- Oh yes.
- Thanks for the confidence.

But before you got this letter,

did you think there was something
going on between me and Florence?

No. Straight up, I wouldn't have
waited for tonight to do you in.

What do you mean?

I tell you: I wouldn't have
waited for tonight to do you in.

- Understand?
- Yes.

I get it.

Only what I want to know

is the reason for your visit.

- I thought you'd taken our stash.
- No?

Yes.

- Where are they?
- Our dollars? In a safe place.

- Where's that?
- Leave that to me.

I'll make it a nice surprise
for you.

Say, er, Fred...

Yes.

Florence's letter, you found it about
nine, nine thirty. Right?

Yes. It had been there since six,
or so the concierge said.

Since nine-thirty, what have
you been doing?

Why ask me that?

Guess.

I've thought about it.

Say, J�rome, there's been
a fight here!

What happened?

Nothing. Housekeeping accident.

What have you been doing
since nine-thirty?

- I was at Charlie's.
- Charlie's?

Absolutely.

And at Charlie's...?

He was at the boxing.
His bar was closed.

So I nipped over to the
St Lazare rail station.

I thought you'd be
coming from over that way.

I didn't find you.

So I phoned Orly.

You could have taken a plane.

Did you talk to anyone
at the St Lazare station?

Who would I have talked to?
What are you really after?

At Orly, who spoke to you?

The line was busy.

I let it go.

Ah, I was forgetting the main thing.

On the way, I went by your garage.

The boss told me that Florence had
come by looking for your car. At ten.

- At ten pm?
- Yeah.

On that point I had no doubt.

You'd left together.

At eleven-thirty, where were you?

If you think that at eleven-thirty,
I knew that's what the time was.

Is that all you have to say?

- What?
- That Florence sent for your car.

It's all the same to me,
I have all the documentation.

Yes, but it's as good as forged.

You can't let the police know.

- Hello, hello!
- Well, how are you?

Yes. Who is this?

You still haven't been murdered?

Of course, from time to time.

Why?

I'll pass on the good news.

Hello, hello!

It was Lucienne?

No. Some guy who wants to kill me.

Now who could that be?

There you have plenty of options.

I've always said I wouldn't
want to be in your shoes.

So, I'll see you in the office
tomorrow?

- Or I'll pick you up at Lucienne's?
- At the office.

- Same time?
- Yes, about the same time.

- Bye, J�rome.
- Bye.

Hello, is that you, Perpignan?

OK, idiot,

I'd like you to come over
here and take some prints.

Yes, Vidauban's place.

And be discreet about it.

And there's also some blood.

I'd really like to know
where this blood came from.

What?

My plans?

I've been Vidauban for a half hour now.

This fits me like a glove.

It's just my size.

Goodbye, Jo.

You've been waiting for me
a while?

Five hands of cards.

- How are you, Marie-Louise?
- Fine.

- Well?
- One moment.

Now we're all set. Well?

- Well nothing.
- You don't have the dollars?

No. Word of honor.

- What happened?
- Nothing. Vidauban was there...

- Vidauban was there?
- Word of honor. He was there.

And let me tell you,

I had good reason to believe
otherwise.

You saw Vidauban, in his place,
tonight?

Let him tell his story.
Go on, we're listening.

Nothing to tell. I let myself into his
apartment. Nothing. Silence. Night.

Living room, empty.
Chest of drawers, empty.

At that moment, I turn around.
Vidauban!

That's it. Curtain.

He didn't ask you
what you were doing there?

Yes, I told him the truth.

What I thought it was, anyway.
And that I'd come to look for

- the dollars.
- His reply?

The dollars are in a safe place.

He showed them to you?

No, he didn't show them to me.

What?

- What do you take us for?
- For who? Give me a decent drink.

Instead of suspecting me.

You, still there?

I can't go back home right now.
My wife's with Albert.

Oh right, today's Monday.

Yes. Same again.

Lock up as you go out, will you?

I want it with water.

And a little ice.

Is that it?

I want a cigarette.

I prefer Gauloises.

That's it for today?

No, I need a light.

There you go.

Thanks.

And the ashtray.

And the buyer?

What buyer?

The one Vidauban claimed
to have up his sleeve.

The man with twenty million.

He talked about him.

I gave him until Saturday
to get me the cash.

Saturday before midday,
I want to see on this table

either the Roosevelts or
the twenty large. Or else...

- Or else what?
- Or else I'll have my way.

I've had men shot
for less than that.

You with your due process!

You have a down payment on Vidauban,
get it? You answer for him, ok?

If he gets it into his head to
vanish into the fog

his death will be your death.

A simple formality.

We'll miss you.

For sure.

At the end of the day,
you're a good guy.

Don't you think, a good guy?

I've already forgotten him.

Oh, come on, remember,

he was called Rossignol.

In the land of the gangster,
he was like a little king.

Only he was dethroned.

Very classy. Charlie, look at me.
Just one word for you.

Once again.

Either you get your dollars
or I get Vidauban.

He struck me as very strange,
Vidauban.

How so?

I felt like I was at the cinema.
I don't know, like...

I was watching a dubbed film.

Hello? Yes.

No, he's not in.

Not back yet. What?

No, Mr. Durand-Gonzales
isn't back yet.

But I already told you no.

Not back yet.
That surprises me.

If Gonzales double crosses us,
I'll straighten him out.

He wouldn't dare.

He'll pay us for work he did
for someone else.

Nice. What should we do now?

Call him again in
fifteen minutes.

- Maybe he's already at "La Terrasse".
- Maybe.

What?

Yes, I'll give the message
to Mr Vidauban.

Yes, as soon as he arrives.

Yes, sir. Count on me.

I won't let you down.

No, no. N-O-R-D-

Very good.

If you don't get the
check tomorrow, M. Vidauban

will take good care of you.

I'll tell him.
Goodbye, sir.

Mr Peign� says he needs your
check first thing tomorrow

or you'll see how
he takes care of you.

- Very drole.
- Yes.

Mr Charlie called seven times.

Oh yes? What does he want?

You know full well.

Yes, well, tell him that

I'm travelling.

He'll definitely believe that.

What is it?

Nothing.

L�one, leave us.

- Florence...
- What?

No news.

That's not possible.

I nipped over to her mother's.

It wasn't her mother. Florence,
yet again, lied to me.

The woman I saw was just
her namesake.

Your visit must have
surprised her.

No, she tries to pass herself
off as Florence's daughter.

To make out she's younger,
you know?

Isn't that the truth.

I've been thinking.

I think that Florence's sister
is her mother.

That she wants to regain
her youth.

Florence's family reunions
must be very interesting.

Flo... I just hope she
gives me some sign of life.

We'll find her in less
than 48 hours.

We? Who's this we?

We? You, me, them, they...

Whatever you say.

By the way, if I may ask,
the dollars...?

I've already told you.
In a safe place.

- And where's that?
- If I told you,

it wouldn't be quite so safe.

Be careful, J�r�me. I saw Charlie
last night and he's getting stressed.

So give him a sedative.

He's getting stressed and
Bouture's getting a fever.

20 million! No getting past it,
that's serious cash.

A word of advice.

Sort it out as quick as you can
with Charlie and Bouture.

- If not...
- If not?

They'll shut you out,
shut you down.

It's Florence.

Hello, Florence?

Ah. Yes, it's me.

Hello.

What, gone? Since last night?

You're crazy.

But he's here, right
in front of me!

Hold on, I'll hand you over.

It's Lucienne.

- Lucienne.
- Yes, Lucienne. Take it.

Hello?

She hung up.

- She thought you'd vanished.
- No.

Yes, since last night.
Call her back.

Well I...no.

Since she hung up on me.

You two can be so annoying.

Always picking up the pieces...

Hello. Hello, Lucienne?

Wait a moment, ok?

Hello, Lucienne. J�r�me's sorry.

He can't come to the phone
right now. He's busy

with two clients.

But he told me to tell you

that he'll be at "Dragon d'Or"
tonight at nine.

What? Do I seem like someone
who's messing around?

But of course. Formal wear.

Understood. See you soon, Lucienne.

There, I've sorted it all out.

And no more standing up.

A woman who adores you.

Lucienne!

- You don't know her, she's an angel.
- Yes.

She doesn't know you either.
You're a romantic.

- You'll have to introduce us then.
- Idiot!

Where are you going? J�r�me!

J�r�me!

- L�one.
- Yes.

- If Florence telephones, tell him...
- Understood.

- Good evening, Mr Vidauban.
- Good evening.

Good evening, Mr Vidauban.

Madame will be right back.

- I thought you were dead!
- Well.

- What?
- Nothing.

Madame chose cold chicken
and salad.

Yes. Well I'm starving and
need to feel replenished.

Caviar, pepper steak,
side salad.

- We'll see about dessert later.
- Thank you, sir.

- Perrier-Jouet, as usual?
- As usual.

- Caviar!
- I love it.

So you didn't leave
with Florence?

What good does it do to talk
of such things?

- Regrets?
- Why not?

You surprise me.

No, I think the idea of leaving
with her, living with her...

It made you sick, right?

Yes.

What happened? Explain to me.

Nothing. I looked at her
and thought about you.

I saw the way things were
and didn't leave.

Mr Vidauban is wanted
on the telephone.

If you'll excuse me.

Don't hang up, he'll be
here in a second.

There you are, Mr Vidauban.

Hello. Hello?

They hung up.

- Sir had his conversation?
- Yes, thank you.

- Many thanks, Mr Vidauban.
- Don't mention it.

It was worth it.

Her sister.

The blonde there, who is she?

Oh Mr Vidauban, you can't
fool me every night!

- Who was it, Florence?
- I don't know, we got cut off.

You were right not to leave with her.
Rossignol's not to be trifled with.

I wouldn't have given two cents
to be in your shoes.

You reckon he wouldn't think
twice about shooting me?

You know him better than I do.
He's done it before.

You could have let me know you
were ok. I was mad with worry.

No?

With a hand like yours.

My hand?

Your life line is severed.

Meaning?

Meaning:

Water. Water will kill you.

I said to myself: they'll take
a boat, get shipwrecked and

they'll be eaten by sharks.

Boater today, bait tomorrow.

Light me a cigarette.

Forgotten how to open the cigarette
holder you used yesterday?

Just distracted.

What's with you today?

What's with you? You're pouting!

- Fancy a samba?
- No, not tonight.

- Why not?
- Because I'm enjoying your company.

If I'd said that as we danced,
you'd think it was the samba talking.

Confiding my desire. That I was
overwhelmed by your touch.

I'd rather tell you more calmly.

You should have said
that yesterday.

I couldn't do it yesterday.

I wasn't aware of it yet.

- Is that true?
- It's up to you.

Everything you're thinking
could come true.

You know the girl who's dancing,
there, with the big guy.

- The blonde with the hairdo?
- Yes.

Never seen her before. You?

No, me neither.

What is it? You're pouting!

Mr Vidauban, you're wanted
on the telephone.

I'm not available for anyone.

Hello. Hello, what?

You again. I told you he's
not back yet.

- What?
- Right, Irma, tell me another one.

Tell your Gonzales that
we've had enough.

Tell him we'll be coming.

If we haven't heard from him by
tomorrow we'll pay him a little visit.

Understood?

The bitch. She hung up.

I think there's nothing
we can do about the cash.

Lights.

Forget where the light switch is?

- What are you waiting for?
- I'm looking at you.

- I'll get you a little whisky.
- OK.

Make yourself at home.

You're beautiful.

You really are an extraordinary man.

And you really are very special.

And who's also...

A real person.

Lucienne, you must believe me.

I love you.

You've certainly changed
since last night.

What did you do after I left?

Nothing, I came home.

What time was it?

I don't recall. I felt so helpless.

Eleven, midnight?

Eleven, midnight.

A little more whisky?

A little more whisky.

What are we drinking to?

You pick.

To my desire.

Without desire, love is a verb
that's passive, neutered.

And there we are.

You really like me?

And more besides.

Come.

- J�r�me...
- Yes.

All of a sudden you
love caviar,

something you've always despised.

You no longer know how to offer
me a cigarette from your own case.

A holder you showed me how to use.

You used to love to dance

and now suddenly don't.

The lifelines in your hand
have suddenly changed

so much so that your destiny
is rewritten.

You didn't like your whisky
straight up.

You left me yesterday, forever.

J�r�me...

You're not Vidauban.

So,

who are you?

First off, I'm very clumsy.

And what else?

I'll tell you the rest.

- Can I have a little more whisky?
- Please do.

Listen carefully.

I'm listening.

It's very simple.

- Cigarette?
- Thanks, I'm all set.

You're not very customer-friendly.

Oh, you cops...

Who told you I'm a cop?

- I look like one?
- No, I just sense it.

I'm a spaniel, I sniff out
cops at a hundred meters.

Nicely done.

- You know your work?
- Not bad, thanks, and you?

You picked a strange spot.

I prefer men in cars
to men on foot.

Were you here last night?

If I were here last night...

- Between eleven and midnight.
- And if I were?

When a guy was shot.

Oh yes, I was in my bathtub.

Just like in the movies, the guy
was history in no time.

- By who?
- By who?

- Do you speak French?
- Yes, when it's spoken politely.

Could you do me the utmost
courtesy of replying?

And if you don't,
I'll be obliged

to haul you off
in a police van,

unworthy for a girl of your quality.

Fine, a woman fired the shot.

- Even though she was driving.
- What kind of car?

American. Really flashy,

with a spider hood ornament.

- Your card.
- For what?

Give me your card.

Thanks for the information.

What a mug.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Were you here last night when
that passerby was shot?

Know what happened like I saw it all.

- Why didn't you say anything?
- No one asked me.

- She was in a car?
- Who's this 'she'?

- It wasn't a woman driving.
- Are you sure about that?

Two of them, there were.

The car - what type?

Nothing special.

And you're sure there were
two men inside?

Like I see you now, Inspector.

Fine, well you helped me out.

I know exactly what I
wanted to know.

- What are you reading there?
- Nothing much.

Tacitus!

Odd choice.

You're a night watchman?

Yes, but I used to be
a philosophy professor.

Oh yes, and after that?

Not much. I had troubles.

The Deadly Decoy.

- Come again?
- The Deadly Decoy.

We've given our dresses the names
of the year's literary hits.

- How drole!
- I'll Spit on Your Grave,

Rouse the Corpse,
Slug on the Tongue,

- Doves Must Be Knifed.
- How charming!

And this dress's name?

I Shot a Cop.

I Shot a Cop.

Ah la la! We'll sleep well
tonight.

Who with?

You saw all the Picassos?

If I had a mug like that
I'd stick it in my fridge.

These Black Marketeers we
have to deal with...

I'll never accept them.

Next war, I'll work the black
market. No more busting my ass.

We'll see what we'll see.

Let's go, Fran�oise, Nelly,
Simone, we're off!

Charming, this dress!

Miss...

- Ma'am?
- What's the damage for that one?

How much? 150,000 francs.

- Not too pricey.
- No.

Kill All The Uglies.

Kill All The Uglies.

And we've found the car.

- Where? - C�te Basque. Florence
must have gone to Spain.

Florence in Spain? She
can't get by without Paris.

As you say. Vidauban had lots
of money on him.

Florence wanted to leave alone,

leaving us Vidauban's remains
at the depot.

Florence didn't have it
in her to kill someone.

Anyone could be a killer.
Just like I could be Vidauban.

By the way, do you know
who's the one they call Guigui?

I'm sorry. The customer back
there with her husband

just bought that dress.
She wants to meet you.

The Negress Killed the Barman.

I've decided to take:
I'll Spit On Your Grave

Slug on the Tongue,
Stabbing the Doves.

That one I adore.
And then,

Kill All the Uglies.

Right you are, Ma'am.
Excellent choice.

See?
- Josette,

can you take Ma'am to
changing room?

Silence! Police!

Everyone back in the room.

- What does this mean?
- Must be National Security.

Now they're invading my turf.

This is inconceivable!

I'm a friend of the
Minister for the Interior.

Me too. Get going, we'll chat
when we interrogate you.

Stop them, do something!

This will ruin everything.

If Vidauban's killer is here, I
can't stop them from arresting him.

Wait.

You there. Get going
along with everyone else.

Let me explain-

Be quiet and listen.
You'll all be fine.

Is it cops or robbers?

I don't know, maybe both.

Silence, shut up!

Silence!

You there, I said hurry it up!

And now, ladies and gentleman, my
friends and I will have the pleasure

of passing among you.

Give us everything you have:

wallets, jewels, money, loose
change, etc. etc.

The telephone's been cut,
the doors are locked.

Resistance is useless.

We count on your goodwill,
your generosity

to avoid any bloodshed

and other regrettable incidents.

EXPORT-IMPORT
VIDAUBAN
Manager

L�one, quickly, ask for J�r�me
on the telephone.

- What is it?
- You've read the papers?

- "Hold-up in High Fashion"
- Yes, at Lucienne's.

At our Lucienne's?

Strange lads...

Hello? Don't go.

Hello, J�r�me?

Yes, it's Rossignol.
So, you read the papers?

Yes, so?

Who, Lucienne?

One moment. What is it?

- Mr Victor.
- What about Mr Victor?

He's over there.

Show him in.

I'm coming. Wait for me.

You were right. Yesterday
was the day

to get to work at
Lucienne Designy's.

You were right to insist.

It went off well, right?

No technical slips ups?

Impeccable.

J�r�me, I'm not ambitious.

But jobs like that,
I just want you to set up

two like that a week.

It's such a cushy gig.

It's just housework:
easy to do, goes down easy.

What's more fun is having

the feeling of doing
honest work.

You show up, go to
the cash register.

And you come down
the big staircase.

Jobs like that, you get
two at most in your life.

You'll find others,
no worries.

- No worries...
- Well there we might have a glitch.

The women, you never know,
they always get to shrieking.

But there, nothing.
Such silence!

You could have heard a pin drop,
it was like a leap of death!

You were perfect.

I know my job.

The secret, you see, J�r�me,

is knowing your limits.

Dad always said to me:

Victor, don't get above
yourself.

You're no brain,
you're a right arm.

The day you find a brain,

your fortune's made.

You're my brain.
I tip my hat to you.

We complete each other.

A brain without a right arm
is as worthless

as a right arm without a brain.
- Yesterday,

when you challenged me.
That was real brainwork.

Thanks to you, no one
can say we were in cahoots.

- No, no one.
- Strangers, never seen each other before.

True, never seen each other before.

And the payoff, no punches
pulled there, right?

Just between us, how was
my right hook?

A little much, still a little much.

That's what Tonia said,
the last time I roughed her up.

Afterwards she said to me my
right hook was a bit much.

So what happened to you day before
yesterday at "Dragon d'Or"?

Day before yesterday
at "Dragon d'Or"?

Yeah, she told me she'd
hit you, right?

True, she slapped me.

I said nothing. I couldn't
start a scandal

the night before a big job.

There it is, there's the brain!

Me, I would've shaken her
down, called it all off.

Never lose your head, Victor,
especially when you don't have one.

I don't know, I don't want to know
what there is between you and Tania.

You know me. About women,
I'm agnostic.

You, you're a Don Juan,
each to his own!

Oh yes, you can't just be
a brain all the time.

Right. But Tania, I tell you...

you're not her type.
Now, let's talk seriously.

I believe this time, there'll
be no appeal for you.

This time, it's the maximum
sentence!

- No.
- Yes, yes!

You're greedy but you
know how to say 'when.'

When I told my friends about
your part in all this,

right away they cried for help.

Ah, they exaggerate.

That's what I told them:
Be reasonable.

Who set up the job,
prepared the ground?

- Right, who?
- Who brought Lucienne in?

J�r�me! Am I right or wrong?

I made the bed, you had just
had to lie down in it.

Exactly. They got it,
they backed down.

One,

Two,

three,

four, five

and five, ten.

Five million, there you are!

I unloaded all the
merchandise at Loriette's.

- Where?
- You know, Loriette's.

- Oh yes!
- Definitely a good head start.

- 500 to 600 bills. Right?
- Right.

- Not a word to Rossignol.
- What do you take me for?

- Such a gossip.
- Oh, say...

I was forgetting, if you
have something to say to me,

I've moved. My address is

6, Gaston Leroux.
Invalides 12-12.

6, Gaston Leroux. Got it.

- What is it?
- Mrs Lucigny.

Show her in.

You, go this way and leave
by the service staircase.

- You'll hear from me.
- I hope so.

Hello, you!

I really have no luck, my
jewelry box was stolen.

- When did you realize?
- Last night, after you left.

All my jewelry.

When did you see them last?

About a month ago.

Come with me.

There you go.

Vidauban had put it to one side
to take with him,

to remember you by, probably.

- I don't believe it!
- It's true.

And it was him who instigated
that raid last night.

- No!
- Yes!

I got his share: 5 million.

Victor, the gun man, just left.

- You have a car?
- A taxi's waiting for me.

Drop me off at the office,
I'll tell you about it in the taxi.

So you saw Lucienne?

What did she make of it?
I wish I could have been there.

- Why so?
- Well, for my work.

From a technical point of view
it's interesting.

And Florence?

Still nothing.

You dealt with St L�onard ?
- No, not yet.

I'll be back.

You have nothing else
to tell me?

Why ask me that?

No reason at all.

Understood.

You're very smart.

I was going to tell you.
Lechirac gave me your share.

300,000.

You took your time getting
that out.

You didn't let me get a word
in edgeways!

You're sure it's really 300,000?

Yes, I just said so.

- Think harder.
- It's all thought through.

You can be a real nitpicker.

Let's see, five...

and two, seven...

That's funny.

I misplaced your 100,000 bills.

Well.

You see? Thinking always
makes us richer.

Hello, hello?

Hello, Bouture.

Yes, my little Bouture.

What?

And the dollars?

Eh?

In 48 hours it'll
all be settled.

You, Charlie.

Rossignol.

Everyone will be paid off.

Yes, my little Bouture.

No, Bouture.
See you soon, Bouture.

What is it?

- There's a bargeman.
A bargeman!

Yes. He wants to speak to
Mr Rossignol.

Show him in.

Mr Rossignol.

That's me.

What is it?

It's a bit delicate. I want
to give you something.

- What thing?
- The thing that led me here.

I do the Paris-Le Havre run. Yesterday,
on my barge, a little after Vernon,

before we arrived at Port-Vilay,

I spotted something odd
floating by.

It was drifting strangely.

Anyway, to cut to the chase:

it was a hat.

A woman's hat.

And a dress,
a woman's dress.

And wrapped in an envelope
tied to the dress,

there was a letter.

Here it is.

And the hat.

And the dress.

You read it.

"Life with you was
a bad joke.

"I've laughed enough.

"Dying is still the best
way to get rid of you.

"When you read this letter
only my soul will remain,

"finally free of this lovely
body on which you feasted.

"Farewell,

Florence."

Irma!

Irma!

What's all this?

Gard�nal.

Making a phone call?

Instead of trying to revive me?

So my corpse left you cold.

Calling the funeral parlor
to get your commission.

Not at all, I was calling the
emergency services.

You calling the emergency
services!

Tell me another!

That's like a fly
begging for fly paper.

Well whatever you're up to,
kiss me.

Instead of standing there
rooted to the spot.

You're not even going to ask
after me?

Not curious at all?

- I'm just like all the others.
- I thought you drowned.

All the more reason!
My darling...

I'm so good natured,
I want to kiss you.

I'll kiss you.

- You're back with Lucienne.
- Lucienne?

Your mouth tastes like raspberry.

Raspberry?

Yes, I know the lie of the land.

Lucienne's lipstick, I picked it
out for her. On purpose!

To know if you were still
seeing her.

You didn't even break up
with her.

You and your word,
nothing in common.

No, we're one and the same.

If I promised you a breakup,
I'll break up.

- What did he do?
- Who?

Rossignol, when he got my
little keepsake.

Acted like a widower.

- He was sad?
- Very much so.

- And you?
- I was even worse off than him.

- But why kill yourself?
- Why do people kill themselves?

He must have some notions.
That's why I killed myself,

especially for that.

If it's for that.

You promised me a honeymoon,
us leaving together.

I got our boat passage ready, wrote
to Rossignol that we were through.

Overconfident, I sent that
letter off right away.

One hour before leaving,
you phoned me

to tell me: all bets are off,
everything's on hold.

And when I tell you, What am
I supposed to do now?

Where do I sleep?
You replied to me:

Wherever you like. Then
you hang up on me.

So in revenge you come
here and smash the place up.

All that? No. I didn't
want to burn my bridges.

- And if I'd been there?
- You couldn't have been.

- And where was I?
- Where you told me.

Where did I tell you?

I even phoned Rossignol anonymously
to tell him where to find you.

I said to myself: He'll
go smash his face in.

But think about it.
Rossignol's no tough guy.

Not his style, no way.

The proof's that you're
still alive.

What are you looking for in my bag?

Three bullets are missing
from the chamber.

- Three bullets?
- Three bullets.

What do I care?

You don't find that odd?

- You know better than to think
I used it. - Really?

It's your revolver!

I brought it to kill myself. But
at the last moment, I chickened out.

I was frightened I'd mess it up.
That's why I drowned myself.

It was safer.

Tell me, the night you came here
and smashed the place up.

- So?
- No one was here?

No, my dear.

However I found
traces of blood.

I cut my thumb smashing
the mirror.

- What time was this?
- I don't know.

8pm? 9pm?

No, later than that.

Between 11 and midnight, surely.

Why ask me that?

- To know.
- To know what?

To know who killed
J�r�me Vidauban.

What are you saying?

To know who killed
J�r�me Vidauban.

I have the information.

If the registration's right, the
revolver was bought at 8 Magenta Blvd.

8 Magenta Blvd.

And where are you on this?

No mistake. It was with the three
missing bullets that he was killed.

- Sure?
- Certain.

- What do you say to that?
- Whose is it?

Your client's, Durand-Gonzales.

Gonzales killed Vidauban?

No, idiot, think about it.

Gonzales was killed between
5 and 6pm in the afternoon.

And Vidauban between 11 and midnight.

So what?

So it was Vidauban
that killed Gonzales,

six hours before getting
killed himself.

How odd! So the two
cases are connected?

Connected.

Magnificent! All in the heart.
Reload?

Do it, reload.

No need to wrap it up, I'll
put it in my bag.

- As you like.
- Thanks. Goodbye, sir.

Ma'am. My compliments to your husband.
- I absolutely will!

- Now you're sure that-
- Certain.

We'll see, remember!

You bought two revolvers, same
brand and same caliber.

One for you, one for
madame.

I tell you it was Vidauban
who had the dollars!

You won't find them.
Scoundrels,

you're all scoundrels!

We don't care about Vidauban.

It's Gonzales, your boss,
who interests us.

Right Migrain?

Gonzales or the dollars.

Where's Gonzales, huh?
Where is he?

He's not ready to come back.

We'll wait, we're not busy.

Right, baby?

And how. If he's not back
tonight we'll camp out here.

I'm not going without seeing him..

- Say where he is, we'll let you go.
- With his family.

With his family? I don't think
so, sweetie, he hates them.

- He doesn't want to live with them.
- He's isn't living with them.

It's a get-together, a nice reunion!

But they don't tell me anything.

- What does he do with his family?
- He takes a break.

- Where are they, his family?
- They're with him!

Where?

I'm asking you where!

Idiots! How much did he promise you,
Gonzales, for killing Vidauban?

That's our business.

And you think he'll pay you now?

He was meant to pay
us that night.

We had a meeting at
the new Ath�nes.

He could have given us
something to go on.

- He couldn't have.
- And why couldn't he?

Because, by that time,
he was already far away.

Seeing as he was murdered

at 5:30 in the afternoon.

It's not true, you're lying.

If Gonzales had been killed,
we would have heard about it.

It was announced in three lines.
I have the cutting from the paper.

- Let's see it.
- Let me go.

Tell us where it us,
we'll let you go afterwards.

In the ledger.

- Well really.
- And it was Vidauban who killed him.

Before being killed himself
in your tender care.

- Vidauban?
- Vidauban!

And where did Gonzales
hide his stash?

- Vidauban took it all.
- And if we put your feet to the fire?

- Rape me while you're at it.
- That's not our style.

Idiots, why was he murdered?

For fun, for a joke?

You haven't got a little stash
of your own, by any chance?

My little Savings Bank.

- Money never interested me.
- Go on, go on..

Never! Now let me go,
my back hurts.

And don't forget that there's still the
little matter of Vidauban's corpse...

And if he starts to smell bad,

that smell might just waft its
way to the police.

And the police don't
always have a stuffed-up nose.

Don't waste your breath. We
have nothing to fear.

Not at all! We aren't the
ones who killed Vidauban.

- It was the Pope!
- We got here too late.

He was already stone cold.

When we were going through the tunnel,
a car overtook us.

And someone inside fired.

You get me?

And now we're going to take
a little trip.

To find out what Vidauban got
up to between 6 and 11.

- Those dollars are out there somewhere
- Somewhere else, or here.

- Goodbye, Irma.
- Let me go!

Let me go!

Bastards! Filth! Murderers!

You won't get the dollars,
you won't get them! Help!

That's fine, lads. Let's
go, I get it.

All done!

Listen to me, Victor.

So far I've gone easy on you.
Don't take that for granted.

If you keep refusing to respond,
I'll have to break out the big guns.

I'll get nasty. And when I'm nasty
I lack tenderness.

Have you seen as many assholes
as I have?

- Yes, this here is asshole headquarters.

I have nothing to say.

The information booth
is closed.

You refuse to tell us
about Vidauban.

I don't know Vidauban. I have
nothing to say about Vidauban.

You don't know Vidauban?

I don't know Vidauban.

When did you last see him?

- Who?
- Vidauban.

Never heard of him.

Give up, you'll never
get inside my head.

My bark's just as bad
as my bite.

And besides I don't
know Vidauban.

And what's this Vidauban for?
Where do you get it, at the drugstore?

A bottle of vidaubans, does
it come in drops or as pills?

Victor, you never went off
half-cocked before. I warn you.

- Everything ok?
- Very good.

- Had him here for long?
- No, a quarter of an hour.

What the hell are you doing here?

What the hell are you doing here,
I asked you.

Who says we're on intimate terms?

Who do you take me for?

Come on, J�r�me, what gives?
No kidding!

He's losing it. I'm
Inspector Carrel.

You're not...

Who?

Nothing.

I must be dreaming...
or drunk.

Or I'm crazy.
Maybe all three.

Yeah, his pupils clearly
aren't working.

Special Infirmary.

Someone wake me up.
I want to get off.

No need to push it. He knows
nothing about Vidauban's death.

- You think so?
- I'm pretty sure.

We still need to know
who killed Vidauban.

You really think so?

And so?

Very nice.

Yes. For a dead guy he can
certainly handle himself.

I wasn't dreaming the other night.
Was that really his body?

Yes, he doesn't look like a body.
He looks like a dirty trick.

What do we do?

First we think.

Yes. Barman, same again.

So, answer me simply with
a yes or a no.

Is it yes, is it no?

What you're asking is
extremely serious.

I know.

- It's funny.
- What's that?

I know that my life
depends on my answer.

Your life and the rest of it
still to come.

- My freedom also.
- Very much so.

Come on, a little courage.
Yes or no?

No. No, not no, yes.

Yes, you love me?
I adore you.

- When do we start?
- Right away.

I don't want to let myself go,
there's lots of people here, but

I want to kiss you passionately
on the mouth.

I'd really like that.

And also a little bit
behind your ear.

I love it!

Vidauban!

How can I help you?

You can get up, nice and easy,
and leave with my friend, Migraine.

- Really?
- Yes.

Let's go and take a little
stroll around the block.

We'll talk about Gonzales.

Meanwhile, I'll take care of the lady.

With pleasure.

Dear friend...

After all that, I'd rather
chew the fat with you.

It's Vidauban that killed Gonzales.

- Not possible.
- Yes.

And it's Gonzales that killed
Vidauban.

- You might say they returned
each other's compliments. - No!

Yes! He didn't kill him personally,

he was already dead.

He ordered his death through
two specialists.

Migraine and 'Baby' Tambaud.

So, Migraine and 'Baby' Tambaud.

Yes. Craftsmen for that
kind of thing.

But why did he want Vidauban
rubbed out?

Vidauban left the dollars with
Gonzales for safe keeping.

Gonzales was after
a ten percent commission.

Is that all?

He thought he could
snag all of it.

Don't you think you
need to clean up your act?

This stray dog
thinks she's a pedigree.

You came here to squeal
on Migraine and 'Baby' Tambour.

A dirty business to bring
before such refined company.

Everything about this
smells rotten.

- But...
- Shut up, copper!

Who is this man?

But it's...Inspector Carrel.

You know me perfectly well.
You're the one who stole

Vidauban's dollars from Gonzales.

Me? Well really!

Here they are.

I found them at your place,
one hour ago.

Fine. Fair enough.

You told Vidaubon that
Gonzales stole his dollars.

And Vidauban got rid of Gonzales.
You played them both for suckers.

You knew that, a few
hours later,

Vidauban would in turn get his
from Migraine and 'Baby' Tambour.

A well handled set-up

Left along with the dollars,
you'd retire to the countryside.

And you'd end up a grand dame
somewhere in France.

You'll have a showy funeral.

I never wanted to end
up a grand dame.

- Do you have a cigarette?
- No smoking here.

Thanks.

You know what they're up to,
Migraine and 'Baby' Tambour?

- What, what are they doing?
- A nice hand of cards.

- With Vidauban and Gonzales.
- No!

- Really, they're dead?
- Exactly right.

- Impossible.
- Yes, only

before taking indefinite vacation,
'Baby' Tambour spilled the beans.

He knew a lot of things.

My dear Irma, I fear that
for several years now

your activities have not
exactly been low profile.

I don't care, I need a break.

And besides I like solitude.

Solitude is freedom.

Yes, so people also
say about work.

But don't go! What about Victor?

- Victor? - What shall we do with
Victor? He confessed.

- He confessed to what?
- That he killed Vidauban.

It wasn't him, idiot.

I deserve all the more credit
for making him confess.

You can stop the interrogation.
I've already filed my report.

The case will soon be closed.

The killers are dead.
The public interest is served.

Well I'm straight out of luck.

The one time I get a guilty man
to confess, he's innocent.

- What a job.
- It's dirty business, no fun at all.

I'm through. I quit.

- You're not going to quit!
- Yes!

You're not going to quit,
what will you do?

Ah, you'll open an agency?

I will love and be loved.

Good luck, Perpignan.

Very happy to have known
you, Irma.

- Say!
- What?

The dollars, they're fakes.

I don't think so, my dear Irma.

This fabric will be perfect
for a wedding dress, no?

Don't you think it's
a bit flimsy?

No, no - once it's lengthened out,
matched with a train, it'll be perfect.

Oh yes, you're right.

I need to ask the suppliers,
I'm sure they can get us more of it.

- It'll be so chic!
- Yes, my duck, very chic.

Hello? Yes.

From whom? Ah, how are you?

Fine, yes.

Yes.

Here? That's an
extraordinary idea!

Yes, yes. Dinner for two,
it'll be great.

At least you're in a good mood.

Bravo, me too.

Yes.

Yes.

You're really very kind.

Yes, I do believe you!

Believing you is all I ask of you.

Yes, see you soon.

Hurry up, bring all that along,
we're through for today.

- We're running behind.
- We're not that late.

Be more regal than the queen,
it'll all work out. Good night!

Annette! Annette!...

You see that a well informed
businesswoman can still know nothing

about matters of the heart.

- How well did you know him?
- In a very superficial way.

Around his friends' houses,
cocktail in hand.

He showed me off
like a tycoon.

He had a certain quality,
a charm.

Could I have realized that
he wasn't what he seemed?

And then?

And then nothing. An affair.

An affair between a man and a
woman, two grown-ups.

Have half with me.

Gladly.

It was only much later
that I learned...

One night he came here.
He urgently needed

a significant sum.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Yes.

Ah, hold on, sir.

It's for you.

One moment, sir.

Hello? Yes.

Ah, it's you, idiot.

What's that? No, no!

Tell Chautard I'll
see him tomorrow.

He's crazy.

Yes, yes, everything's fine.

Ah yes, about that, it had
slipped my mind.

I found the killer.

Which killer? Vidauban's.

You'll see, it'll all work out.

Don't be discouraged.

That's how the job goes.

You think it's all wrapped up,
you're closing the case, when

all of a sudden - boom! -
the game is up

without you having had
a proper turn.

Eh? Oh no, it's a secret.

No, no, no. I'll tell all tomorrow.

No, you're barking up
the wrong tree there.

Yes. No, it's not a man,
it's a woman.

Yes. What? No.
Until tomorrow then.

Good night, idiot.

A little champagne?

Gladly, yes.

So you've found the killer.

You didn't know?

- You hadn't told me.
- Well, I must have forgotten.

The key was finding the gunsmith
where the killer bought the revolver.

That must have taken some thought.

You know, the gunsmith's
testimony, always the key.

Can I know who it was?

There it is.

You're taking me away
right now?

I have a meeting
with the judge

between 11 and midnight.

Well I'll go and get ready.

Pleased with yourself?

Well, yes, sort of.

You gave a subtle performance.
The adoring inspector.

In our work,
all tricks are allowed.

Besides, the party isn't over.

The game goes on.

What a great promotion
you're going to get!

Oh, promotion! Well first
of all I'm on a mission.

Next, I've picked a good
lawyer.

He's waiting for us.

It'll be five years
on probation.

And then...

If I testify in favor of
the accused,

since I know my Vidauban so well,
it'll be an acquittal.

So, in the judge's chambers,
between 11 and midnight,

perhaps we'll get
you out on bail.

Go get dressed up.

And make yourself beautiful.

Thank you.

- I was going to tell you what happened.
- No need.

I love you, you love me,
we love each other.

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