All language subtitles for Diary of a Chambermaid (1964) (1080p BluRay x265 afm72)_track2_eng-eng

The Diary of a Chambermaid

Hey, over here!

- Are you from The Priory?
- Yes.

Is it far?

You'll find out soon enough. Get in.

The countryside is always a bit dreary.

People probably don't have much fun
around here.

Are those your only shoes?

What was that? I didn't hear you.

Right, play innocent.

- What's your name?
- Joseph.

That's all I needed.

Ralph! Come here, boy!

- What are you doing around here?
- Nothing.

How's the hunting?

I ran into her and bought this from her,
that's all.

As usual.

Did you make that? It's very nice.

No, my mum did.

You're filthy.

Here, blow your nose.

Harder!

Now run along.

You're rather grubby yourself.
Why haven't you shaved?

I was up at 4:00 a.m. and I've already done
six miles in the woods.

- What did you kill today?
- Nothing much.

No, I don't want to see!

Aren't animals
more beautiful alive than dead?

But hunting is hunting.

Be careful how you handle this.
It's very fragile.

Father is fond of it and it's expensive.

Yes, ma'am.

- Do you break things?
- No, ma'am.

You all say that.
Unfortunately, it never seems to be the case.

Where are you going?

Take off your shoes.
My father is very strict about that.

This is a valuable Chinese rug.

There's always a bit of dirt
when you come in from the garden.

Only Father keeps his shoes on.

But he's extremely clean.

Be careful with this, too. It cost a fortune.

The mother of pearl and ivory
come unglued easily.

Yes, ma'am.

- Do you keep clean?
- Yes, ma'am.

I overlook a great deal,
but I'm a stickler for cleanliness.

- Do you have a good memory?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Don't touch these. I take care of them.
- Yes, ma'am.

You're clearly from Paris.
That dress won't do here.

Tell me something.

You'll be in my father's service.

I hired you, but...

- Well, you'll have to please Father.
- Yes, ma'am.

Father's a delightful person,
you don't find people like him any more.

He has his whims,
which are understandable for his age.

- Try to be very nice to him.
- I'll try, ma'am.

Now, go change your dress.

The most important thing is to relax.
Relax completely.

Hold your breath. Don't squeeze too hard.

Well, go on!

Bravo.

- You've never used a gun before?
- I don't think so.

Very good,
but I thought you liked butterflies.

I do.
I would have preferred to have missed it.

Now go clean up.
That beard is most unpleasant.

What pretty writing paper! Is that a crown?

Yes, it's from the Duchess'.

"Celestine".
She wrote your name on the photo!

Who's this with the horse?

William. He won the Grand Prix
at Longchamp two years ago.

- William? Is he English?
- Hardly!

You've known some fancy people!

What's it like here?

The father is very nice.
Very kind, very polite.

- And her?
- Her?

A cow, that's obvious.

She counts the sugar cubes,
she locks everything up!

All the same. And her husband?

Him?

Thanks for letting me know.

It's obvious you're from Paris.

Such pretty things in your suitcase.

- Marianne!
- Would you like something, sir?

- Yes, but who are you?
- The new chambermaid, sir.

Ah, yes. Come in.

- Sir.
- Good morning.

I'd like my bathrobe.

I left it on my bed. My bathrobe.

All right, sir.

What's your name?

Celestine.

Pretty name. Very pretty name.

Have you settled in all right?

- I just arrived this morning, sir.
- Yes, that's right.

Excuse me, sir, but which room is yours?

Why, Celestine?

To get your bathrobe, sir.

Oh, yes.

At the end of the hall. See there?

Where are you going?

Sir asked me to get his bathrobe.

But it's in the bathroom.

Celestine, it was here. I've got it.

Be careful with this lamp, too.

Be very careful with it.

If the shade breaks,
we'll have to order a new one from England.

Yes, ma'am.

That will be all.

- I think it's coming out!
- It's in the corner!

- All right, it's gone.
- Filthy thing.

You'll see plenty of them around.

"Be careful with this lamp. Be very careful.

"If the shade breaks, we'll have to order
a new one from England."

Does she send her cracked chamber pots
to London, too?

I doubt I'll last three days in this dump.

They all say that, but you'll stay.

The missus doesn't seem very keen
on you-know-what.

Does she have a lover somewhere?

- Oh, no. Can you imagine?
- Why not?

- Apparently, she can't.
- What do you mean?

She's sick. It hurts her.

- And her husband?
- He's a dead loss.

All he does is hunt.

You're sitting in Joseph's chair.

I see.

Get this lamp out of my way.

Bravo, Mrs Monteil will be pleased.

- As if it was my fault!
- It wasn't mine.

So I'll go to England to buy a new shade.

They beat up some wogs in Paris last night.

That's a good start.

Some folks here will get theirs, too.
Not just wogs.

He never lets up!

What are wogs?

Look at your mug in the mirror
and you'll see.

- Who's it for?
- For you.

Time for the old man's herbal tea.

Listen to this.

"But for the honour of our country,
an alternative right does exist.

"Will it be able to stand tall and march
into combat, united and determined?"

Just a moment!

Come in, come in.

- So you're Celestine?
- Yes, sir.

Celestine. I really like the name.
Indeed, I do.

Put that down there.

But it's a bit too long, don't you think?

Far too long.
If you don't mind, I'll call you Marie.

Marie is pretty, too, and it's short.

Besides, I've called
all my chambermaids Marie.

It's a habit of mine.

And I don't think it's one I could break.

- How many sugar cubes do you take, sir?
- Two.

So, you won't mind if I call you Marie?

- It's understood, then?
- Of course.

- All right, then.
- I'll go now, if I may.

Not yet, my dear Marie.
Do you have a moment?

I'm at your service.

Tell me now, do you enjoy reading?

Yes, but I don't have much time for it.

- But you do know how to read?
- Yes, sir.

There are evenings when I feel weary,
and I enjoy being read to.

It's so pleasant to listen
to a charming voice.

Why don't we have a little tryout?

- Are you familiar with Huysmans?
- No.

A fine writer. I quite like him.

Here we are. Sit down here a moment
and read me something.

Sit down.

Read, read.

"Since, in this day and age,
nothing genuine remains,

"as the wine we drink and the freedom
we proclaim

"are adulterated and trivial,

"and as it takes just one dose of goodwill

"to suppose that the ruling classes
are respectable

"and the lower classes worthy
of relief or commiseration..."

Marie, listen here.
Would you mind if I touched your calf?

You've absolutely nothing to fear from me.

- You don't mind?
- No, sir.

Keep reading.

"The dreadful, bleeding head glowers,

"scattering clots

"of dark crimson

"over the tips of its beard and hair.

"Visible to Salome alone,

"it neither embraces in its sinister gaze..."

Marie, what size do you wear?

- Sorry?
- Your shoe size.

- Five.
- Just a moment.

Here they are, the compass rose!

Every evening when you come to see me,
you'll put these boots on.

They bring back memories, you see.

No need to wear them during the day,
but in the evening, I'd appreciate it.

Just a minute!

Come in.

Celestine, I asked you to be very careful
with this lamp!

- But I can explain...
- No explanations!

What's the problem?

She broke the shade for the English lamp.

That's all right. I never liked this lamp.

- Be more careful in the future.
- Yes, ma'am.

Always the same thing.

Every time you try to... What pettiness!

My dear Marie, what can I say?
That's all for tonight.

You may go. Thank you.

Good night, sir.

Pretty girl, and good-natured.

Good, very good.

Do the bedrooms,
but don't bother with my bathroom.

Yes, ma'am.

Break out the glue!

- Did you throw those stones?
- So what? Does it bother you?

What got into you?

I feel sorry for you. You're in for it.

You work for a real scoundrel.

In what way?

So, there you are at last.

We don't see very much of you.

I guess if you're from Paris,

we aren't good enough for you.

What a thing to say, ma'am. Not at all.

Call her miss. Miss Rose.

She's more than just a servant,
she's a rarity among women.

Are you mad at Mr Rabour?

Old man Rabour? Not at all.

I couldn't care less about that old cobbler.

It's his son-in-law, Monteil!

He's quite a number, believe me.

You know, Celestine,
he spreads nasty gossip about us.

Like Rose eating at my table.
Why should he care?

And so what if she shares my bed?
That's allowed, isn't it?

Of course it is.

It's quite normal for a single man.

Monteil's a real scoundrel, believe me.

He's funny. He's such a child.
So young for his age.

You're very pretty.

Watch out.
People are already talking about you.

- About me?
- Yes.

Don't do anything foolish.

They say you and Monteil... Be careful.

If the missus doesn't fire them,
the husband knocks them up.

No risk of that!

Remember that with that fellow, bang!
The first time, a baby!

A real scoundrel.

So, Celestine, are you settled in now?

I don't know yet.

Are you settled in here?

Damn it, Celestine, you must settle in!

You must!

I'll try. With your help.

I bet you got up to mischief in Paris.

What you must think of me.

Why shouldn't I? A lovely girl like you.

I'm all for having fun, damn it!

I'm all for love, Celestine. Passionate love.

I'll have to tell your wife.

My wife! To hell with my wife!
I've had it with her.

Am I supposed to just sit back?

You're exaggerating.
Mrs Monteil is always very kind.

Kind?

Listen, Celestine, she's ruined my life.

I'm no longer a man. I'm a laughingstock.
Would you like a cookie?

I want so much for you to be happy.

You're not like my wife.
You're so sweet and good.

- If you wanted to...
- What, sir?

You know very well.

You want me to deceive your wife with you?

It's all I think about.
I haven't slept since you arrived.

Listen to me. I'm not a brute.
I promise I won't get you pregnant.

Stop, or I'll tell her everything!

Give me time to settle in.

Kill it! Don't let it suffer!

They're better when they suffer.

And I like it.

The house needs to be tidied up.

- Is the lady of the house in?
- Yes, next door.

I'm coming, Joseph.

- It looks good.
- Yes, more than 10 pounds.

Put it here.

Do you want something?

- Is there something you want to tell me?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Let's hear it.
- It's the new chambermaid.

- Celestine?
- Yes.

What has she done?

- She hasn't been here long, but...
- But what?

She's always talking to the neighbours.

She walked home from mass
with Rose on Sunday.

She even went into their garden once.

Thank you, Joseph. That will do.

- Can I dip my bread in the sauce?
- Sure.

What are you doing here?
Don't you know what time it is?

- You're not allowed in here.
- I told her to come in.

- Why?
- Because.

- So how's your aunt?
- Not very good.

As usual.

Look me straight in the eye.

What do you see?

I see myself.

That shows I like you
and I'm thinking about you.

None for me, thanks.

- You're not hungry?
- No.

She'd rather have truffles.

I've eaten truffles before.
No one here can say as much.

- Where's the butter?
- No butter.

Ask next door for the key.

Pass the bread.

While you're up, bring me one.

I don't wait on tattletales.

On what?

I'll see the neighbours whenever I like.

So go tell them that next door.

I hear the dogs!

It must be the sexton.

You're sleepy.

Come here.

Take this apple.

- Come in.
- Evening, everyone!

See that rain? Not that warm, either.

Sit down.

Shouldn't the child be at home?

She's fine here.

- I'd like some cheese.
- Here you go.

- Nice and warm in here!
- Have a drink.

I hear they wounded 20 blue-collar bastards
in the strike at The Hague.

Too bad they didn't all croak!

And in Romania they killed 12 Jews.

That makes 12 less.
That's something, at least.

- And Richard's article?
- Terrific!

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

Why do you always talk about killing Jews?

- Aren't you a patriot?
- Sure!

So?

If I was in Paris, I'd kill one a day!

The government ministers and the judges
have all sold out.

That's why things are so rotten!

Scratch a Bolshevik and you'll find a Jew.

They're attacking religion again.

- Oh, priests...
- I know you hate them.

I hate priests, but I'm for religion.
We need it.

I told you, the clergy will help
get rid of the Jews. You'll see.

For me again!

I'll put the girl to bed in my room.

I can take her home if you want.

She's staying here with me.

- I won't eat her.
- My point exactly.

Let's get started.

I don't want to turn in too late.

Get me some paper and ink.

Don't make any noise.

Tell me, Celestine,

do maids usually wear perfume in Paris?

It depends.
Some wear perfume, some don't.

Well, here we feel it's improper
for ladies to wear perfume.

- Especially maids, you understand?
- Very well.

Take this away. It stinks.

Take the cups, as well.

- Aren't you overdoing it, dear?
- Be quiet, you.

- And don't hang around that girl.
- Me?

The Jesureau girl last year
cost me 1,500 francs!

But, dear, a girl like Celestine
who comes from Paris...

Who knows what things she's done?

The diseases she's picked up.
And you accuse me...

I know you.

Oh, no.

I'd hoped for a pleasant evening
with you after dinner,

but you immediately start shouting.

I prefer going up to my room.

- Good night.
- Good night, Father.

Good night, Father.

Look, dear, if you're worried
about Celestine...

I'm not jealous,
but I don't want it costing me any money.

There.

"To French patriots.

"France has been handed over
to foreigners and sold for Jewish gold!

"The French Army is scorned!

"The Catholic Church persecuted!

"Be prepared!

"The hour of the National Revolution
is at hand!

"Enough lies and treason!
Enough scandals!"

Not "enough scandals".

- Put "enough filth". It's stronger.
- All right.

Why are you staring at me?

You know, I prefer "enough scandals".

Who asked you?

"The hour of the National Revolution
is at hand!

"Enough lies and treason!

"Enough filth!"

Come in, Marie.

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening, Marie.

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

- I was just...
- What?

I was going to put on my shoes.

- Shoes?
- Yes, sir.

Not tonight, Marie. You may go now.

Never mind. You can pick it up tomorrow.

Good night, sir.

So...

- Coming to see me?
- Don't touch me.

Sweet little Celestine!

Settling in, are we?

Let me go. You know I'm a tart.

- What're you saying?
- A dirty girl!

But, my little Celestine...

- I have diseases.
- What?

I've got syphillis.

God damn it! Damn it!

Celestine, listen.

Piss off!

Hey, you!

Don't mind me!
You're cutting my branches off now?

They're growing into my garden.

Don't like it? I'm within my rights!

I've just about had it with you! Just look!

Not only do you throw your garbage at me,
now you're cutting my trees!

- I'll take you to court.
- You name the day.

I have witnesses this time.

Let's see your witnesses.

Joseph, he cut my branches.
You see that, don't you?

- You agree?
- Yes.

- Perfect.
- A servant! Servants don't count.

We'll see about that, you scoundrel.

Oh, no, we won't.

I'll drag you into court. By force if I have to.

Anytime you want.

We'll see you have the nerve to show up,
you big coward.

Dirty Jew!

- Who is it?
- It's me.

What do you want?

I can't do the bathroom now because...

It's done. Don't come unless I call you.

Marie, come in here a minute.

Certainly, sir.

- Do you like them?
- Yes.

- Not very clean, are they?
- No.

Fine.

- Would you like to see others?
- Others? I think these will do.

But in patent leather.

- Fine patent leather!
- Yes, sir.

- Yellow leather.
- Yellow leather?

They're the most beautiful.

You'll end up liking them
more than the other ones.

Thank you, sir.

Give me your hand and come sit down.

All this must seem strange to you.

But at my age,
I can indulge a few whims, can't I?

For example...

Your boots are dirty, aren't they?

I don't find it proper
for a lady to shine her boots.

I respect women too much for that.

So these dear little boots
will be shined by me.

Now get up and walk.

Walk over there. Please lift your skirt a little.

Go on, walk!

Go on.

Let me see those little boots move.

Let me see them live.
My little compass rose.

Show me the sole.

There are some holes.
I'll mend them and they'll be like new.

That will do, Marie.

Now, come sit down.

Give me those little boots right this instant.

I'll take them off

and take them with me,
these dear little boots.

- Who is it?
- Me, Father!

What is it?

- Will you have breakfast with me?
- No.

- Shall I send it up?
- No, please leave me alone.

What are you looking for?

Mrs Monteil wants some wine for mass.

It's ready. You only had to ask.

You bastard!

You're the house informer, aren't you?

Nothing disgusts me more.

I've worked here 15 years.

They trust me.

And that's more important to me
than anything else.

You can't understand that.
I have my reasons.

So, I take the blame.

- Shall I tell you something?
- Go ahead.

You're old and ugly and you make me sick.

And you're one hell of a beautiful girl.

The wine.

And you're obedient, too. I like that.

- See you tonight.
- See you tonight, Joseph.

That's for you, Father.

- Hello, Mrs Monteil, and thank you.
- Hello, Father.

This is wonderful, I was just about out.

Have some cake, too.
It's made with orange blossom water.

You're spoiling me. You're too kind.

I saw Mr Monteil as I arrived.

He's getting some exercise.
He needs to work off his energy.

- Mr Monteil is a very vigorous man.
- Yes, unfortunately.

Why "unfortunately"?

Come sit down, Father.

He has a strong constitution,
you understand?

This is difficult to say...

You can tell me. I'm not just your confessor,
I'm also your friend.

That's true, I have complete trust in you.

Please have a seat.

My husband is demanding.
He's very strong and active.

But I'm unable to satisfy his needs.
I just can't.

Really, I can't.

It's too painful for me.

If I understand you,
I don't see what I can do for you.

Advise me.

But how? What can I say?

I don't really know. At times, it's so hard.

I mean, perhaps there are other ways...

Relations that are more... That are less...

Certain caresses that...

Be more precise. There are caresses
and then there are caresses.

How often does this happen?

My husband is so vigorous.

Twice a week, perhaps.

Twice a week!
That's too much, much too much.

No matter how vigorous a man is,
he doesn't need it twice a week.

In any case, I'll say this much.

You mustn't derive any pleasure from it.

On that point, Father, you needn't worry.

Well, did you know
that our church roof is damaged?

It must be repaired before winter comes.

Mrs Monteil! Can you come upstairs?

What is it, Celestine?

It's Mr Rabour!

- My father.
- Please.

Come out, sir.

I wanted to do his room,
but he doesn't answer.

I've knocked and called to him.

- Are you sure he's in there?
- The door's locked on the inside.

- And the office door?
- Locked, too.

Father!

Father!

Celestine, you were with him an hour ago.
Was anything wrong?

No, he was as normal as he usually is.

What's wrong?

It's my father. I don't know.
Maybe he had an attack.

- Is it locked?
- Yes.

- Then I'll force the door open.
- Joseph can open it without much damage.

But he's out delivering the wine kegs.

You mustn't panic. Let Mr Monteil do it.

Come this way.

Damn it!

- We should get a locksmith.
- There's no time. Let me do it.

- May I, Father?
- Go ahead, child.

Joseph!

Hello, Joseph!

- Roaming around the woods again?
- Look, snails. Do you want them?

- No, thanks.
- Some blackberries?

I'll take you back.

No, I'm not finished.

Too bad! I'm going.

Watch out for wolves.

It will cost us
40,000 francs in inheritance taxes.

I haven't won a game today.

And 352 francs for the funeral.

Ma'am? Sir?

Come in, Celestine.

- So you're really leaving us?
- Yes.

Are you going back to Paris?

For now, yes. I'll see.

What a pity. I'd become used to you,
and my poor father was fond of you.

I was pleased with your behaviour.

If you ever want to come back,
just write to me.

Thank you, ma'am.

- Goodbye, Celestine.
- Goodbye, ma'am.

- Goodbye, sir.
- Farewell.

- Hello, Adolphe.
- How are you?

- Got a minute?
- Why?

- We want to talk to you.
- What about?

So, Francois,
have you found that little girl yet?

- Yes, we found her.
- Good.

We found her, but she was dead.

What's that?

How did she die?

- Murdered.
- Worse still, she was raped.

- If you'd seen what we just saw.
- Horrible!

- Are you talking about Claire?
- Yes.

When did it happen?

The coroner says six days ago,
in other words, last Saturday.

The day your employer died.

- Where did they find her?
- In the Raillon Woods.

So we'd like to know

if you noticed anything that day.

Hey, Rose! What are you doing?
Gossiping again?

- Any letters?
- Two, Captain.

- I bet the bastard's still around.
- He's not that stupid.

Nobody here could do such a thing.

If her aunt had raised her right,
she'd still be alive.

Since she's poor,
they won't bother looking for her killer.

Hey, don't talk like that
about French justice!

- So, Celestine, missed your train?
- No.

Come here a minute.

- You staying?
- I changed my mind.

That's great.

- Heard the news?
- Yes.

I hear her stomach was
split open with a knife.

Yeah, so Pantois said. He found her.

She was butchered.

Why did she always go
into the woods alone?

- Who could've done it?
- And rape her, too.

I say it was those two monks
who came through here last week.

Remember them?

They were begging.
They didn't seem very Catholic.

Monks? You can't be serious.
Such holy souls.

Want to know what I think?

I'm not sure of this,

but remember the Jesureau girl last year.
She almost got it.

If I was a policeman, I'd check next door.

- You mean Mr Monteil?
- Yes.

Good Lord, he'd be too scared!

That doesn't hold water.

- What do you think?
- Nothing.

All I know is I was very fond of that girl.
So sweet and innocent.

If I could get my hands on her Killer...

Goodbye.

See you soon.

I've got to continue my rounds. So long.

Where does she get the money
to dress like that?

Mrs Monteil doesn't understand
why you came back.

- Why did you?
- Because.

You were right to come back.
That was nice of you.

Let me do that for you.

I like them that way, too.

You never really know people
when you meet them.

Women are especially hard to get to know.

But now I know you well.

You know me?

- Then tell me what I am.
- What you are?

You're like me.

- Like you?
- Yes.

I don't mean in looks. I'm old and ugly.

But deep down inside, we're alike.

I know what I'm talking about.

The boss died on a Saturday, right?

I think so.

The day you delivered the wine kegs?

Could be.

It was the day little Claire died.

- Did you go through the Raillon Woods?
- Of course.

It's the shortest way.

- You didn't happen to see Claire?
- No.

You damned women.

You really ought to think
about other things.

Think what you will, you and I are alike.

Our souls are alike.

The flowers. Thank you.

Look!

You see?

Don't!

- This time I'll break his neck.
- But we're in mourning!

- So what?
- Get in!

Say, Rose.

- How much did I give you yesterday?
- Twenty-five francs.

- I'm 38 cents short.
- I didn't take them!

No, the cat did.

Hey, Celestine.

This is an unexpected visit.
What brings you here?

I have errands to do.

- Haven't you gone too far?
- Me?

Yesterday you threw more trash over.

You just missed hitting my employer.

I won't use kid gloves with that bastard!

- Won't you come in a moment?
- I have errands to run.

So, the cobbler kicked the bucket.

- Who?
- The old man.

- You've no right to talk like that.
- Why shouldn't I?

- Know what you ought to do?
- What?

File a complaint against Monteil.

- A complaint?
- You bet. Hit him hard.

- Indecent conduct.
- But there's no reason.

What difference does it make?

- I can't do that.
- But it's easy as pie.

You go to the police
and Rose and I act as witnesses.

We'll swear we saw everything.

- What did you see?
- Don't worry.

A soldier's word means something,
especially nowadays.

And it'll be easy to tack on
that rape business.

- Little Claire.
- You're not serious.

I'm just saying what I'd if I were you.

One more thing...

When Rose is out, come by and see me.

- Just a thought, too.
- What an idea!

You must come.

Promise?

JUSTICE OF THE PEACE

I agreed to attend this meeting,

but first I want to know
if the gentleman has any witnesses.

Witnesses?

The junk he throws onto my property all day
is my witness.

What do you say, Captain?

On my word as a soldier,
I threw nothing on his property.

- Nothing?
- Nothing.

That's a bit much.

He never stops, morning to night.
Everyone know it's his stuff.

Did you keep it?

Why hold on to old hats? I burned them.

Well?

Everyone knows he cuts my trees.
He lays traps for my cats.

And he lies through his teeth.

- You calling me a liar?
- And how.

- You hooligan.
- Did you hear that, Judge?

Keep calm.

Mr Monteil,
it's most unlikely that a valiant soldier,

an officer who won his stripes
on the battlefield,

would toss hats into your garden
like a schoolboy.

He's insulted the Army.

Let's keep calm.

And you've brought no proof.

- You scoundrel.
- Upstart. Shirker.

I served in the war.

- In the Invalides Hospital!
- So? Is that a disgrace?

Enough, gentlemen.

- Miss Rose!
- Hello, Father!

- How's the Captain?
- As hardy as ever!

What?

I hope we'll have nice flowers
for the altar at Corpus Christi.

Certainly, Father!

My regards to the Captain!

- Goodbye.
- Thank you, Father.

How did it go?

Tonight you'll cook us a rabbit
in white wine.

There's an idea.

Lord, what a child.

Celestine.

Come with me.

- Me?
- Yes.

Where are we going?

It smells like cows.
But it's so neat and tidy here.

Tidier than you think.

Give me a hand.
I'm not much good at mending.

- Why ask me?
- I'd rather you did it.

- Everything's on the table.
- I'm not your servant.

If you don't want to, tough.

Next time you snoop through my things,
leave them the way you find them.

These matchboxes were like this.

What were you looking for?

And I see you went through my chest.

You've got a lot of nerve.

You have some bad ideas about me,
don't you?

Go ahead, snoop through everything.
My underclothes, my closet.

Even in here. You won't find a thing.

- Think so?
- You bet.

Now listen.

I think you were the one
who killed little Claire.

See? It's like I said.

You've got bad ideas about me.

I know what goes on in your mind.
Your every thought!

- You scare me.
- Why?

I think you're a crook.

A crook, me? Are you serious?

Look around. I love the Army!
Religion! Law and order!

And my country, above all!

Look at me.
Am I lying when I say I love all that?

No, you're not lying.

Would a crook love all that?

Come now, admit you killed Claire.

This has nothing to do with Claire.

It has to do with you and me now.

I dream about you.

You set my blood on fire,
my dear Celestine.

You're the only one for me.

We have to get together right away.

- We can't right now.
- Why not?

I already told you.

- We have to wait a bit.
- What for?

Wait a bit.

If it was only to have a little fun,
then it wouldn't matter.

But this is serious. I want you for good.

Celestine.

Celestine.

Good night, sir.

Celestine.

Come in.

What do you want?

- Look, dear...
- Leave me alone!

"Each driver must present,"

colon, "his registration papers..."

- Sir?
- Ma'am.

Is the judge in?

Yes, he is. Do you wish to see him?

- Yes, it's very important.
- What is it about?

The death of little Claire.

The judge is busy. If you'd care to wait...

"_..a certificate of residence

"issued by the central police station

"and maps of the area

"bearing the usual stamp."

Period.

"Failure to present these

"will lead to refusal of the stamp

"and, in certain cases,

"the immediate removal of the vehicle."

I'm sorry. I'm in a hurry today.
I'll come back later.

Oh, well.

Hello, Celestine.

Good to see you. I need to talk to you.

How are you?

- How about a coffee?
- No, I'm in a hurry.

I'll walk with you, then.

- How's Rose?
- I threw her out.

- What?
- Exactly.

But she's been with you for 10 years.

- Twelve years.
- She was such a good woman.

She knew your tastes and habits
and was very devoted to you.

Sure, but I never had asparagus
because she didn't like it.

I'd had enough.
She stopped doing work around the house.

Everything belonged to her.
Like my Voltaire armchair, for instance.

She was always in it. She took everything.

I had nothing left, damn it!

And whenever I spoke to you,

I wouldn't hear the end of it.

She was jealous.

- What'll you do now?
- That depends on you.

On me?

Yes, on you alone.

How?

Let's speak frankly, like soldiers.

Do you want me to marry you?

- You, marry me?
- Why not?

I know I'm older. How old are you?

- Thirty-two.
- So?

- I'm not a very good cook.
- We'll hire a cook.

Besides, there's cooking
and then there's cooking.

That's not what I need from you.
So what do you say?

I don't know. Let me think it over.

Right. Think it over.

But quickly.

What time is it?

Can't you see?

- Pass the wine, please.
- You drink too much, I've told you before.

- Celestine's not here?
- She's in bed with a headache.

I see.

That will do.

I told you, I hate herbal tea in the evening.

What you're doing is not right. I mean it.

Like I said, if it's just to have some fun,

sure, right away. I wouldn't hesitate.

I've known women,
but it's different with you.

- I got plans for you.
- What plans?

- Plans.
- What kind?

- I'd like you to be my wife.
- Me, your wife?

I've thought it out. That's why I'm waiting
for the priest to come.

I've found a good opportunity for us.

There's a cafe for sale
back home in Cherbourg.

It's a military town.

Business is good.
I guarantee you we can make a fortune.

With a wife like you, sweet and pretty.

- Would you like to?
- Me? But...

You're the kind of woman I need.
An orderly woman.

And you're nice and not timid.

You'll have the entire garrison at your feet.

You want me to be a whore for you?

Don't look at it like that.
It's a terrific opportunity.

I'm telling you now, but it won't happen
for another four or six months.

- Why not now?
- Because we've got to wait.

The café needs a paint job.

We could call it "At the French Army."

And you have the money?

Some. But not here.

I don't know exactly how much.
But money makes money.

And sometimes, politics pays.

And there's something else, very important.

I'll tell you another time.

I've got to have that café.

The revolution's around the corner.

There's nothing better for a café.

If I say yes to the café,

would you want to now?

I'm stubborn. I always mean what I say.

I know. I've heard it often enough.

I'm fed up with you and everyone else.

I'm leaving right now.

- Find someone else for your café.
- There's no one but you.

Even if you have bad ideas about me,
I'm sure of that.

Listen here.

If you swear on this

that you'll be my wife, then yes.

Do you swear?

Yes.

Good.

And now, my dear Joseph,
tell me you killed little Claire.

Be quiet.

You should go hunting
and let me work in peace.

- I'd like to.
- Well, then?

I'm out of cartridges.

- I need to buy some, but...
- I gave you 15 francs on Monday.

- It's all gone.
- Too bad.

Come with me.

Joseph. What's all this?

Celestine and I are going to be married.

- You're marrying Celestine?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Are you serious?
- Yes, sir.

How nice! But what about your service?

You needn't worry, it's not for a while.

Not for a few months yet,
enough time for you to find replacements.

Whatever time it takes.

We'll miss you, Joseph. You too, Celestine.

I hope you'll both be happy.

We may move to Cherbourg.

I'm interested in a business there.

I'll take the dog out.

We should have an engagement party
one of these days.

While you're here, help me move this table.

Take the vase, Celestine.

And move that, please.

Careful, it's very heavy.

Watch the rug. Thanks, Celestine.

- So, Marianne, is laundry all right?
- Yes, sir.

I bet you got up to mischief as a girl.

Me? Mischief?

I've worked all my life.

But you're still a woman.
I like to have fun, too.

I'm all for love.

Passionate love.

I mean it, Marianne.

I've been thinking about you for a long time.

I've been watching you.

What if I come to your room tonight?

What do you say?

Around 10:00?

You little minx!

- Marianne.
- Sir?

Come here.

- What is it, sir?
- Go on.

Get in there!

Quiet, Bobby!

- Who is it?
- Just the sexton.

Come in.

- Good evening.
- Hello, Maurice.

Don't worry about her. We can talk now.
Have a seat.

- The rally still set for Sunday?
- Yes.

If we leave here at 4:00 a.m.,
we can be there by 9:00.

This time their ears will burn.

Look, I made myself this.

- Are you bringing it?
- Sure! Got the leaflets?

Yes. Here...

- How many?
- 250.

Let's each take half.

We'll hand them out to the Republicans, too,
even if they throw us out.

- The police!
- What do they want?

Who knows?

Celestine.

Sit here.

Good evening.

Evening, Sergeant. What brings you here?

We were just passing by and thought
you might offer us a drink.

- To warm us up a bit.
- I've got just the thing here.

Nights are chilly now.

We're all right in the sun,
but at dusk it starts to freeze.

That's how you catch a cold.

Nice place you got here. Spotless.

If your room was this neat,

you'd find your belt faster in the morning.

Well, cheers.

- Cheers.
- To your health.

- To your health.
- To your health, miss.

Thanks.

- A refill?
- No, we've got to go.

Too bad, it's nice and warm here.
But duty calls.

- Come on, one more for the road.
- A quick one, then.

By the way,
the poachers are back in the area.

If you spot any, give us a call.

Sure.

And while I think of it,
remember the day Mr Rabour died?

Yes.

Did you go through the Raillon Woods
that day?

No. Well, it's possible.
I often go through there.

And little Claire?

Did you see her there
two or three days before we found her?

No. If I did, I would have told you by now.

Right.

Does this piece of metal
mean anything to you?

It's from a shoe. Let me see.

Everybody wears them, even me.

On all your shoes?

I lost one.

- It's mine.
- Yours?

Looks like it.

We found it in the grass this morning,

right where the girl was killed. Remember?

Well, well...

You're coming with us.

There's no way, Celestine.
I didn't wear those shoes that day.

Take him away.

- You, too.
- I don't have anything to do with this.

Bastard.

- Nobody move.
- Thank you.

Mr Monteil.

Captain, I'm late. Please excuse my wife.

She suddenly felt ill. I had to stay behind.

- Nothing serious?
- No, I doubt it.

- Will you join us?
- Of course.

Then kiss the bride.

This way, everyone.

Wait for me in the stables.
You start on the seedlings.

Marianne, what are you doing?
Are you mad?

I'm watering the plants, sir.

Go clean my boots.

It's chilly this morning.

- What time is it?
- Around 9:00.

Pass me a towel.

No, the one on the stand.

- You look sad. Something wrong?
- No, I'm fine.

Pass me the tray.

I have some good news for you.

I wrote my will a long time ago,
but it was a mistake.

I left everything to the Académie francaise.

How idiotic!

I drew up a new one yesterday.
Wait till you see it.

I'm going hunting with Monteil tomorrow.
I must admit, he's a decent fellow.

Not at all like his wife. A bloody cow.

And how is the trial going?

Oh, yes.

I forgot to tell you. The notary told me
that things will work out for Joseph.

There's no real evidence against him.
He'll be released soon.

He won't even go to trial.

I'm not surprised, I know Joseph.
A true patriot!

Don't you think?

Unless he's a scoundrel.
That's certainly a possibility.

- Down with the foreigners!
- Down with the foreigners!

FRANCE BELONGS TO THE FRENCH

AT THE FRENCH ARMY

I'll come by later!

- What?
- See you later!

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