All language subtitles for Quartet (1981) EN

(car horn)

So it's for two people arriving from Lyon
on Friday from three onwards.

- It's settled.
- Good evening, Mrs. Hautchamp.

- Any mail?
- It's been brought up already.

Thank you.

I wonder if she really is married to that Mr. Zelli.

As long as they pay the rent, what do you care?

Mado, look at this. Napoleon's.

- Napoleon's?
- Mm-hmm, Napoleon's saber.

"As a token of submission, respect and esteem

for Napoleon Bonaparte,
the hero of Aboukir. Mourad Bey."

One of his sabers, I suppose.

He must have had several of them.

A man like Napoleon.

- Stephan?
- Well?

Where did you get that sword?

From a Frenchman named de Coligny.
It belongs to his family.

Why are they selling it?

Because they need the money.
Everybody needs money. You know that.

I know that.

But shouldn't he be taking it to a museum?

He has to do it on the sly.

His uncle and his mother don't want him to sell it.

They would stop him if they could.

Oh. He probably has no right to sell it
without his mother's consent.

His mother has nothing to say.

What are you going to do with it?

I'm going to send it to America.

But... that's illegal.

I saw a dress in the window
of Jean Verón's today.

Sort of a peach color.

You might call it apricot.

- It would suit you.
- Really?

You don't think I'm too pale?

- You can't take strong colors.
- You're probably right.

Except black. I like you in black.

My black crepe de Chine.
That's chic, isn't it?

Makes you look like a little nun.

We should get you a white lace collar to go with it.

(♪ classical piano)

(uncorks bottle)

(pours wine)

Egg, oven-baked with tarragon.
Montespan soup.

Filet of ham in a pepper sauce.

Potted meat from Tours.
Russian hors-d'oeuvres.

Ah, there you are, Anna.

Lola's in the Select. She'll be along in a minute.

I'm not in my assiette, as the dear French say.

- Now what are we gonna do?
- I've been trying to decide who's worse:

Men or women.

- Aren't we ready to order?
- Women are worse.

They'll kick your face to bits if you'll let them.

Oh, darling, don't be depressed.

H.J., do call Lefranc. We are ready to order.

Monsieur Lefranc.

Merci beaucoup.

Did you see Cri-Cri, H. J?
Considering she came to my party last Saturday.

Oh, don't worry about her, my dear.
She's having her little hour.

Till her painter throws her out.

She's a character. She's a type.

They have their little hour,
and then we hear no more about them.

- Marya.
- Hello.

There's that little Zelli girl.

Couldn't you turn up tomorrow?

- I wish you would. I'd like to talk to you.
- I can't. I have to meet my husband.

Where did she come from? Does anybody know?

Somewhere rather vague and exotic.

Martinique? Could that be right?

Anyway, her mother's
supposed to be a West Indian.

- That means she's a Creole.
- What is a Creole?

I thought it was a way of cooking chicken.

(laughter)

Oh, you know the Heidlers, do you?

Not very well.

- Keep it that way.
- Why?

If you have something to say, I wish you'd say it.

I'm not too clear about the whole thing,

but it seems there was a girl who killed herself,

someone Heidler had an affair with.

Then he had some sort of breakdown,
and his wife had to take him away...

to New York somewhere.

I believe Mrs. Heidler paints.

It's pretty awful to think of the hundreds
of women around here, painting away.

She's a decorative little person.
You should get her to sit for you, Lois.

- What does he do?
- He's a very important man.

He makes discoveries. He helps young people.

He has flair. He also has money,
of course, and that helps.

...working their fingers to the bone.

He doesn't have to do a thing.
He doesn't have to pay for servants.

Come over here.

I hate all that kind of thing,
astral bodies and all the rest of that.

Astral bodies is philosophy.

You were neglecting us.
You want to avoid English people in Paris.

The ham.

H.J. And I most completely agree with you.

If you see only Anglo-Americans in Paris,
what's the use of being here at all?

Your husband's French, of course.

He's a Pole.

- And he, um...
- He's an art dealer.

He acts between Frenchmen
who want to sell and foreigners.

It's usually foreigners who want to buy.

And what do the Frenchmen want to sell?

Pictures, fur coats, um...

Madame du Barry's prie-dieu. Anything.

H.J. And I have quite made up our minds

that eating is the greatest pleasure in life.
Haven't we, H. J?

I mean, it is, isn't it? It's one of the few
pleasures that never lets you down.

Oh, the music.

What about sex?
I mean, really, what about sex?

Well, why are you all forgetting about sex?

What?

- Good evening, Mrs. Hautchamp.
- Good evening.

If you have a moment, I'd like a word.

Is my husband here?

Edouard, offer Mrs. Zelli a chair.

Your husband won't be coming back tonight.

Did he call? I waited for him at the restaurant.

He was arrested about an hour ago.

An inspector and a police officer
came looking for him.

Nowadays they arrest you
for the slightest thing, just on a whim.

Now they're talking of a Bolshevik plot in Paris.
It's ridiculous.

He didn't say anything?

Did he say anything before he left?

Your husband wanted to leave you a letter,
but the inspector wouldn't let him.

Really?

This whole affair is very unpleasant for everyone.

But it must be a mistake.

Yes, it must be.

No one likes getting involved in such matters.

They arrest everyone - except the criminals.

Ma'am.

It has to be a mistake.

I wouldn't be so sure.
Those sort of people always get into trouble.

I see that the Zelli girl's husband's
been sentenced.

One year,
to be followed by expulsion from France.

"Mr. Stephan Zelli has been sentenced
by the minor offenses court of Paris

to a year in prison for trafficking
and possessing stolen works of art."

In other words, theft.

I feel sorry her, all the same.

I can just see how it happened.
People do get ahold of girls like that.

- We should do something for her.
- Poor little devil.

What did you have in mind?

We could have her in the spare room.
She probably hasn't got a bean.

But we don't know anything about her.
We don't even know where she's from.

People say she was born
in the West Indies, Martinique

or someplace like that.

Is that supposed to be good or bad?

I am not saying it's either.
I'm merely stating a fact.

We don't know anything about her,
except that her husband is in jail.

It's true.

I'm not going to have a discussion
on that sort of level.

I think you're getting bored again.

That's the reason you're ready
to bring in anybody at any cost.

You just want to shut me off and shut me in,
make me into a tame husband.

- As if anyone could do that.
- I won't live like that!

It's no use doing too much for people, H...

- Did you call for me, sir?
- No, I did not call for you.

Thank you, Annie. You may go.

It's simply no use doing too much for people.
You know that, H.J.

All we've ever done for anyone
is to have them in the spare room.

And look what trouble they brought with them,

all those types we tried to be kind to.

I'm not interested in being kind to anyone.
I'm interested in them.

In character.

In forms of life.
You should've married a stockbroker

and stayed with him in South Kensington.

Now, that is unfair, H.J. You know
perfectly well I'm only thinking of you.

I don't want us to get into
any more impossible situations.

Don't you see how dangerous it is
to close one's self off?

Be afraid of...

Well, just because of some...
unpleasant experience in the past.

It's only a cubbyhole of a place,
but she'll be all right.

Zelli. The Polish man?

Follow the others. It's over there.

(coughs)

Zelli, to the visitors' room!

Come on. Hurry up.

Get in line. Don't push in.

Hello, Mado.

My poor boy. What rotten luck.

Mado, listen.

The worst, the very worst, is that this
has happened when I have no money.

What will you do?
I worry myself to death about you.

I'll manage something.

Tell me what happened exactly.
I'd rather know.

It's so stupid.
My defending lawyer didn't know his métier.

Instead of making a case...

Instead of making a case,
he told the court how I speak six languages.

Well... no luck.

If only I had some money for you.

You must write at once to your family
to send you some money.

- Have you written yet?
- Yes.

No.

- I'll manage, I'm telling you.
- How?

I will. Only, I have such an awful cold,
I can't think now. This...

What will you do?

Never mind.

As a matter of fact, some people
asked me to go and live with them.

Who? For God's sake, speak up!

The Heidlers. You don't know them.
They're English.

It's all right, then. You go and live with them.

- I don't want to.
- Listen, do you want to drive me mad?

They'll take care of you. And I can
have some peace of mind about you.

My darling, I love you.

You'll be out in spring.
The time will pass quickly.

Quickly? My God, that's funny. Quickly.

I'll come to see you every week.

And... in spring, we'll go away.

To... to Berlin or Brussels.

Promise you'll go and stay
with these people. Promise.

Yes, yes.

Yes.

Say something. Quick, speak to me.

I love you.

I do.

All right. And you'll go and live
with these English people.

Good. Fine.

My poor little Mado. Are they nice?

Oh, yes. Very nice.

I won't be able to stand it.

- (clank)
- Zelli, visit's over.

- (knocks)
- Come on, ma'am.

My sister-in-law dyes clothes on the rue Dauphine.

I could ask her to put them for sale
in her shop window. Or else...

I cannot buy them off you.

Besides, I couldn't give you much money for them.

This one, for example...
Who'd want to buy a dress like this?

Unless you find a woman who likes to party.

Luckily, my sister-in-law knows a few that do.

Why only a woman who likes to party?

Because it isn't practical. It's a bit of fun.

Only women who go to cabaret shows
and American bars would wear such a dress.

I can give you 250 francs for it.

- For the lot?
- It's already a good price.

- Mr. Heidler's studio?
- Second on the left.

- It's the back staircase.
- Thank you.

If you couldn't come,
you should at least have telephoned.

We have to make arrangements.
I can't expect my wife to do the work instead.

I telephoned all day on Monday, sir.
There was no answer. And on Tuesday.

We were here on Tuesday, the whole day.

You did not telephone!

If that's the way it is, sir,
I will be leaving you at the end of the month.

In fact, I shall leave at once!

It's awfully good of you to worry about me.

Oh, nonsense. Rubbish.

- We're your friends.
- Of course we are.

I do love your frock.
I shall paint you with short black gloves on,

or, no - she'll have short green gloves.
What do you think, H. J?

Do show her the room.

So, here we are.

You are very kind, you know, but...

Oh, if you mean you're afraid of being a bother,
put that right out of your head.

I'm used to it. H.J. Is always rescuing
some young genius or the other

and storing them in here.

I really haven't got any money at all.

I feel I ought to do something about it.

Well, what will you do?

I used to be on the stage,
just sort of in the chorus, in England.

You must let us take care of you. I want it.

H.J. Wants it.

I shall be awfully disappointed and hurt
if you don't let me.

I know what it is. I love H.J. So terribly, but...

he isn't always awfully nice to me.

It's just so difficult for me to trust anyone.

Well, naturally, with the life you've led
and your marriage...

I didn't mean my marriage. Not Stephan.

You mustn't think I don't see
the angle that you look at life from.

Because I do.

Please rest now. Do rest.

Don't let's talk anymore.

It really wasn't any use talking
to Lois about Stephan...

or how things were with me when I met him.

Women like Lois, who've always had money,

just don't understand what it's like
for somebody like me,

who've never had any.

- Shall I go on?
- Show us something else.

Do you sing?

- Do you know "Leave"?
- Yes.

(♪ piano)

♪ Leave and don't look back

♪ Leave and don't think back

♪ Forget my kisses and embraces

♪ Which left no imprint on your heart

♪ I didn't know how to love you

♪ Or how to keep hold of you

♪ Leave

♪ Without saying goodbye

♪ Leave

♪ Let me suffer

♪ The wind that brought you
is taking you away

♪ And so what if I should die?

♪ Leave and don't look back

♪ Leave and don't think back

♪ Oh, don't blame yourself

♪ It's not your fault...

Fine. Thank you.

Come back next week.
I might have something for you.

Thank you.

- When do you want to sign the contract?
- Tomorrow. I'll telephone him tonight.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

(♪ opera)

- Careful! This object is very precious.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

- I wasn't looking.
- Oh, you speak English.

Very good.

Very nice. Uh...

I... I understand perfectly.
You'd just come down from the second floor.

Monsieur Gaultier, impresario,
and there was no job, and you're feeling rotten.

- Yes.
- But I...

am going up to the third floor, in hope and joy,

to Messieurs Perrand et Dussolier,
art dealers, auctioneers,

with this precious object, which nearly...

What is it?

Voilà.

Yes, to you, an ordinary rocking horse.
But do you know who sat on it?

One of Swinburne's children,
the great English poet.

He didn't have any children.

Uh, then it was Millet,
the great English painter.

He had many children.

Please don't deny me again.

I've set all my hopes on this little horse.

Stephan... Stephan...

(clock chimes)

It's all right. She likes it.

(Lois) Do you intend to keep going there?

To see Stephan? Yes.

Well, we don't approve.

You know lots of girls make
extraordinary marriages.

You know, for all sorts of reasons.

But the time comes when you must cut loose.

Can't you see that?

No. I can't.

You're a very tiresome child.

You'll be all right.
You'll row your little boat along,

but if you try to help your husband,
you are done.

I hate myself made-up.
I don't think it's my genre.

But H.J. Likes it, and I always give way to H.J.

I give him what he wants,
till his mood changes.

Will you lend me a hundred francs?
If I had a hundred francs, I could leave.

Wh-Why on earth should you want to leave?

You'll never have to see me again.

We are making a great deal of fuss
about nothing at all, aren't we?

Drama is catching, I find.

Don't let H.J. Hear you, or he'll be very cross.

With both of us.

You ought to do it often.

Do you think so?

Don't rush off.

Oh, I get so utterly sick of myself sometimes.

- Do you ever get sick of yourself?
- No.

Well, I get sick of myself.

(car horn)

(♪jazz)

(♪jazz continues)

(cheers/applause)

Oh, there you are, Guy.
Where have you been?

I've been hiding in the fog. I didn't think
anyone would want to see me.

Well, I don't think it was a mistake at all.

What is it?

Oh, look.

Would you like to try one?

I can drink whatever I like and pull myself
together in a second with these.

Break it. Sniff it up.

(voices distorted)

What are you trying to do?

- Heidler doesn't like me talking to you.
- Why shouldn't he?

You're imagining it.

- He's very kind.
- Kind?

Heidler, kind? My God.

I can't stand that self-righteous American.

That Cairn fellow Marya keeps on seeing.

I wonder if she's all right.
You're such a fool, Guy.

Bring me a brandy and water!

Don't shout in my ear.

Get out of the way. Blocking up the bar.

- Excuse me.
- It's my bar.

Then you ought to give your clients a chance.
Come, my dear.

Are you all right?

- What's gotten into him?
- Who, that English bigmouth?

He thinks he's Queen Victoria.

French people pretend
just as much as anybody else.

Maybe they pretend about different things.

Maybe not quite so obvious, but they all pretend.

You'll find that our, dear,
when you've been here as long as I have.

Excuse me.

You see, Michel,
men feel disgusted by what they do,

and so they drink, take drugs
and are forever changing partners.

- What about women?
- Oh, that's quite different.

They can stay happy with each other
because they only do what is beautiful.

Excuse me. I'm so sorry.

They're like members a harem who can't get on.

It'll all blow over, no time.

He doesn't know himself.
That's what's so frightening.

He doesn't know his own nature.

I suppose it's a sort of innocence in him, really.

Oh, God, this damn thing hurts my head.

Do you know why your door
is open every morning?

Come over here.
Listen to what I have to say.

Must you do that?
When I'm alone with you for five minutes,

you paint your mouth
or perform some other monkey trick.

Your door is open because I come up at night,

I look at you, and then I go away again.

Don't you know I've wanted you
from the first moment I saw you?

Well, I kept off you, didn't I?

I knew I could have you if I put in my hand,
but I kept off you.

I thought it wouldn't be playing the game,
you see. But there comes a limit.

I watched you tonight, and now I know
that somebody else will get you if I don't.

- You're that sort.
- You're abominably rude and stupid.

You have no idea how the people feel.

You think I don't know how you feel?

It's all the way he always picks out
the same kind of girl.

The crushed-petal type.

- This one's quite daff.
- Mm-hmm.

But they tend to wear
the same kind of little-girl frocks.

You know... You know, in the other one...

when she died, I cleared out the spare room.

I got rid of all her things,
except this one pathetic little frock.

It was the one I painted her in.
God knows why I kept it.

I pushed it out of sight, up on a shelf.

Somehow, I just couldn't bring myself
to throw it away.

It seemed... It was too like a person.
It was like her.

I found it the other day, when I went
to get the room ready for Marya.

God. Just to touch it made me feel sick.

I hid it before H.J. Came in.

God knows why I didn't burn it.

Bad enough I had to see it.
No need for him to go over all that again.

You take very good care of him.

She'll take care of herself,
and I'm there to take care of him.

That's what he depends on,
that in the end, I'll pull him through.

What about Lois?

My dear, you simply don't understand Lois at all.
You are a funny little thing.

Look here.
Do you know what she said about you?

I tell you this because I want you to realize

that Lois simply doesn't come into this
at all between you and me.

She said, "The matter with Mado is
she's too virtuous."

There. That's what she thinks
about the situation.

Ah, there you are.

Come on.

Marya.

You don't know anything about him,
what he's like or anything.

Oh, what is he like?

I detest all this self-restraint
we're all supposed to be exercising all the time.

I'm sick of it. One might as well be dead.

One is dead.

He's right, huh? I haven't got any money
myself, as you know.

But I'll borrow some for you.
I'll borrow 500 francs.

It's not a lot, but at least that way
you can live for a while

at the Dôme on coffee and croissants.

I don't need money.

Heidler is a humbug.
And God help you if you don't see that.

♪ I need a good-time huggin'

♪ Good-time kissin' man

♪ Don't want a part-time lover

♪ Want a good-time huggin'

♪ Full-time lovin' man ♪

Good evening, my friends.

How are you?

Ohh...

Ah, drink, drink, drink, drink...

What are you doing out here?
We were looking for you.

Lois is very worried about you. Come.

Will you lunch with me again on Tuesday?

Tuesday.

(♪jazz)

There's something not right about Cairn.
I can't put my finger on it exactly,

but I don't think he's the sort of person
you ought to know, quite frankly.

I'd like it if you didn't see him again.

Look, we don't have to stay here
if you don't want to.

- I want to.
- Why?

They're an abominable lot of people.

It's just scruff.

You don't know what it is

to want to be like other people
and have a good time and be happy.

Why are you drinking that?
You're drunk already.

- It makes me feel wonderful.
- I love you so much, I wish I were dead.

Be nice to me.

I'll make you happy.
That's what I'm made for.

♪ I need a good-time huggin'

♪ Good-time kissin' man

♪ Don't want a part-time lover

♪ I want a good-time huggin'

♪ Full-time lovin' man ♪

♪ Don't want a part-time lover

♪ A good-time huggin'

♪ Full-time lovin' man

♪ Oh, that man ♪

(cork pops)

Do you think I'm mad?

Possessed?

(H.J. Grunts)

Shh.

- Go away.
- I want to comfort you.

- I want to hold you safe and tight.
- I'm so scared...

I'm so scared of being unhappy.

There. There, now.

- You're so excitable.
- I can't stand anymore.

Be sensible. You'll tear yourself to bits.

I'm holding you safe, safe and tight.

What-what-what is it?

- You don't understand.
- Oh, yes, I do.

(whispering) I do, my dear. I do, I do.

I do.

Ah.

And, uh, what about the job with the modiste?

They wanted to see my work permit.

Same old story.
What it is to be a foreigner in Paris.

You will be able to come, won't you, next Sunday?

I mean, it's not too much trouble for you, is it?

It's only half an hour on the tram.
I told you.

It's nothing.

Perhaps it's true, then.
You do care for me.

I love you. I'm waiting.

(mouthing) I love you.

Zelli, visit's over.

You went to the prison again today, didn't you?

You can't go to those places

and come home
and expect everything to be all right.

Lois... I want to leave.

The sooner, the better.

Don't be silly, Mado.

You know that I'm pulling every string
I can to fix you up. So is H.J.

I'm almost sure I can get you a mannequin job

in about a month or six weeks

with what's-his-name, on the Rue Royale.

I don't believe in forcing things.
I believe in letting them alone.

I hate scenes. Of course you can't go.

The stupid thing is I really can't,
unless you lend me some money.

Could you move your head a bit?

No, to the left.

Marjorie, how are you?

You look different.

- My friend, Theo, an art photographer.
- Hello, miss.

- Are you still at the Hotel de I'Univers?
- No, I'm living with friends.

- Sit down. You can spare a minute.
- I can't. I've an appointment.

Some other time, Marjorie.
See you soon.

- Your friend's in a hurry.
- She's Creole. She's a bit strange.

Go catch her. I absolutely must
have her in my studio tomorrow.

Do whatever it takes, just make sure she comes.

Marya!

- Do you want a job?
- Yes, but you know I have no work permit.

You won't need one. It's for friends.

Theo will pay you 500 francs
if you agree to pose for him.

- Is it legal?
- Of course it is,

or I wouldn't be discussing it with you.

He'll expect you at three. You'll go?

Yes.

James, you're sitting on the sofa.

Adriana, you're laying halfway over him
with your bottom out.

I want you really bent over.

That's it. Out a bit more.

James, caress one of her breasts.

Muriel, you're standing by the sofa and
you're whipping Adriana, with your arm up.

Muriel, stick your bust out more.
That's it. Perfect.

But put some feeling into it!
You've all done this before.

A bit of finesse, for heaven's sake.

There. That's better.

James, what's the matter?
Can't you get it up?

Think about the situation.
Imagine you've just come back from the ball.

All I can think about is not getting paid.
It inhibits my performance.

Ours too.

Don't worry, you'll get paid later,
but think about what you're doing.

You're artists, are you not?

Come on.

Very good, James. Very, very good.

Adriana, put it in your mouth.

Not that far in.

Excellent.

Raise the whip higher, Muriel. Higher.

That's it. Perfect.

Don't move any more.
Don't move. Ready...

- You're Marya?
- Yes.

Come in.

Go in.

Take your clothes off.

Hurry.

- You'll be paid at the end of the session.
- Liar! It's always the same story!

- We want the money now!
- Bastard. It's been three weeks!

Lmpossible. You're crazy.

Either you pay me immediately,
or I'll smash up your studio.

- Don't threaten me. It's not the Wild West.
- Beat up the bastard!

- Tell your man to get back to work.
- Keep out of it, you slut!

- Stop it!
- You crook!

- Where's my costume?
- It's not worth getting worked up over.

Miss?

Let go of me, you idiot.

We've wasted enough time.

Get back to work.

Where's the new girl? Where's Marya?

We must get Mado another hat, H.J.
Well, she must be chic.

She must do us credit.
Is she coming to the country this weekend?

Oh, no. No, she's going to the prison again.

You must stop her, H.J.

Ah. They're pathetic. They really look
as if they could do with a good meal.

Not to speak of a bath.

You wouldn't care to have them
in the spare room, would you, H. J?

Do sit down, darling. I can't see a thing.

I may be young and innocent,
but I know a hussy when I see one.

Darling Marya? Oh, really, Guy.
You don't know her very well.

She's a sweet young thing,
on the sentimental side.

Do go away, Guy!

He wasn't doing anything.
He's just a little pink eyed, aren't you, darling?

I like your scarf. Very dashing.

It's Hugo's. It's the only thing he left behind...

I expect you to come to the country this weekend.

You know I have to see Stephan next Sunday.

- Must we have all that again?
- Let's go to Luna-park.

We'll put Mado on the joy wheel
and watch her being banged about a bit.

Well, she ought to amuse us sometime.
She ought to sing for her supper.

That's what she's here for, after all, isn't it?

Well, shall we go to Luna-park?

No, I don't think so.

I'm bored to death with Montparnasse.
Bored, bored, bored!

Why just go to a proper musical?

I mean, that's what I feel like,
something really low-life.

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Marya?
Something really canaille?

You're coming to Brunoy on Saturday,
aren't you?

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Can't you come just to please me?

Can't you not go to the prison just for once?

Jensen, Lambert...

(clanking)

Do you think I'm the maid to be made love to

every time the mistress's back is turned?

(gunshots)

(dogs barking)

H.J., I can't go on with this.

It isn't my line at all.

But that's not playing the game, is it?
Not any sort of game.

What game? Your game? Lois' game?

Why should I be playing Lois' game?

I must tell you that you misunderstand Lois utterly.

You will persist in judging us
by the standards of the awful life you've lived.

Can't you see you're in a different world now?

You're not going to be let down.
You're with friends.

Now what's she doing?
What's keeping her?

My dear, must we have this conversation now?

Lois doesn't want to be given away.
She just doesn't want anybody to know.

And I assure you, that's all she cares about.

(bell tolling)

I see.

(Lois) Why don't you take Marya?
That'll be some company for you.

(H.J.) She may refuse.
You know how she is.

Yes, she is terribly surly.
She's very embarrassing sometimes,

you know, when there are people.
You ought to tell her.

Don't forget her background.

You mustn't think that I don't know.

The arrangement that you two
have made about me.

You're mad.

You've made an arrangement -
if he wants the woman, let him have her.

Do you think I don't know?

Don't shout. They can hear
every single word next-door.

- So much the better! So much the better!
- Leave her alone. Let me talk to her.

You don't understand how to deal
with a woman of this sort. I do.

Look out Heidler, I'll kill you.

You're hysterical. Talk calmly.

I am not going to live with Lois
and you any longer! I am not!

What's this about?
What do you want? Money?

Swine! Incredible swine!

Let me get at him again!

You crook!

You're right, you're right!
Oh, God, oh, God.

- Leave me alone! I'm done with you!
- Oh, H.J., my dearest...

Damn you! Leave me alone!

Hadn't you better get back to bed, Marya?

I'm going to bed. I'm very drunk.

I shan't remember anything at all
about this in the morning.

He always does that.
When there's been a scene,

he always says next morning that
he was too drunk to remember anything.

It's his way of getting out of things.

I say, you're not going to talk to anybody
in Paris about this, are you?

Is that all you're worried about?

Yes... as a matter of fact.

Shall I send Lois away?
I'll do anything you want.

If you're not happy with us,
I'll find somewhere else for you.

There, now. Be quiet now.

It's all going to be all right.

I'll break with her.
I'll take you away somewhere.

- Is that what you want?
- No.

I'll take a hotel room for you.
We'll have a place of our own.

- Don't worry.
- (door opens/closes)

H. J? I'm coming up.

H.J., be good to Lois.
You must be good to Lois.

I shouldn't worry too much about Lois
if I were you.

I don't intend to let you go.
Make no mistake about that.

(crying)

Get up at once.

Please. Get up.

I can't stand this. I won't tolerate this.

Lois, please, please. Get up.

Get up.

Now, now...

Go and wash your face.

Please. Here, here, here.

(continues sobbing)

Please.

Please.

You left those people?
Really, you must be mad.

Where are you now?

In a hotel. What's it matter where I am?
I'm waiting for you.

And when I am free, I'll have no money.
I will have to leave France.

You have friends and you lose them.
It's not so funny, you know?

Don't quarrel with me.

Visit's over.

Forgive me. I'm going off my head in here.

- Last Sunday when you didn't come...
- No, don't.

You couldn't help it. You were ill.

Yes.

Every number they called,
I thought it was mine.

I was glad when the time was up. I can tell you.

You go mad, shut away in here.

I never will not turn up again, Stephan.

So don't worry.

Zelli, visit's over.

I'm not late. Your clock is fast.

What happened the day before yesterday?

And Saturday.

One week.
I haven't seen you for one week.

(panting)

Open your eyes, savage.

I feel as if I'd fallen down a precipice.

You funny thing.

- Oh, please.
- Hm?

Be nice with me. I love you so.

There.

There.

There. You're such a darling... pretty little thing.

Such a funny, pretty little thing.

I say, did you notice what I did
with my wristwatch?

Lois has got a hold of two Hungarians for tonight.

I promised I'd turn up.

Lois asked me to go meet
that young American guy, what's-his-name.

Sculptor.

Are you all right for money?

Better leave you some money and, uh...

I say, it's frightfully hot in here.

Mind if I open the window?
Get some air in.

It's better.
Now, where's your handbag, hmm?

Now, look here. Do go and dine
somewhere decent, for God's sake.

Lois is expecting you on Saturday.
You know that.

- Oh, she is, is she?
- She certainly is.

And so am I.

Why should I be a butt for Lois and her friends?

She wants me there so she can talk at me,

so she can watch for the right moment
to put her enormous foot down.

You talk the most awful nonsense
sometimes, don't you?

(chuckling) Aren't Lois' feet enormous?

Huge, big feet like puddles?

(giggles)

All right, I'll come.

What's it matter, anyway?

I hate having to explain things.

I hate having to talk about things.

Surely you must see
that you can't let Lois down.

What about letting me down?

We must keep up appearances.

We must play the game.

Savage?

Bolshevist.

You'll end up in Red Russia.
That's what'll happen to you.

It's horrible when someone has no self-control,

the consequences for everyone else around.

She was pretty.

She tried to kill herself at least twice,

and that was ages before we even knew her.

Once she tried to cut her throat.

I didn't put the scar in, of course,
but one could distinctly see it.

And we'll show them
the most beautiful dog in Paris.

So, little one, are you committing suicide tonight?

"It's as if all the blood in my body
is being drained very slowly, all the time.

All the blood in my heart.
What can I say to make you believe me?"

You're right, of course.

It's my fault for getting involved
with these neurasthenics.

But it's not I who seek them out.
They who find me.

It's as if they sensed a weakness in me that...

they fasten on to.

- Have there been any messages for me?
- No, ma'am.

- No letters? No telephone calls?
- No.

- We rarely hear from him these days.
- But he came last Thursday.

I must have missed him.
On Thursdays I go to the hospital.

You know how it is.
You have to wait for hours.

It's unlucky being a woman.

Ah, Marya. Hello, my dear.
You just pop upstairs,

put on something warm.
We'll go out and have a lovely day together.

Who sent you?

Sent me? I've come to take you out.

It's a nice day to go and see the animals, isn't it?

Indeed it is. You should go out.
It will help take your mind off things.

Lois sent you, didn't she?

She thought you might be seedy
when she got your letter to them.

My letter to them?

You did write to them, didn't you,
saying you were ill or something?

You mean she read my letter?
My letter to H. J?

I find - don't you - that married people
often have strange relationships?

One thinks they're on the point of breaking up,

and then it turns out they're thicker than ever.

Of course, you'd know better than I do,
being married yourself.

Lois... is a very rare person.

I'm very, very fond of her.

If I were to tell you everything
she's been through with him...

I don't know why she puts up
with him, really. Do you?

But that's the sort of person she is.

(clicks) Come on.

Really, don't you think - honestly -

don't you think women are truly superior beings?

I only happen to think of my own parents.

Father, very charming and all that,
but weak, shiftless.

Oh, we children were
on Mother's side, absolutely.

I suppose that's made me the way I am.

I can't bear to see a woman taken advantage of,

whether it's you or Lois or... whoever.

What a beast.

She's most extraordinarily fond of you.

She thinks about you.
Wants to help you.

Really fears for you sometimes...

But I told her that basically you're
quite a sensible sort of person.

You wouldn't ever do anything silly.

So Lois has sent you to make sure
I don't kill myself, like the other girl.

You mustn't get hysterical.

You really mustn't.

(creaking)

(bell tolling)

(♪jazz)

I don't like those dark circles round your eyes.

I hope you haven't been overdoing anything.

No, he spends it in two days
and then he stays in bed for two weeks.

I hate people who try to get by
with nothing but their sensitivity.

You deal with him.
Lock him inside his studio.

Tie him to his chair, anything,
so long as he does some work.

Fine.

Sensitivity, what is it?

Clergymen's daughters with long,
slim fingers and no money.

Don't worry.
They're getting killed off slowly.

I say, a riddle:

Why is love like Rasputin?

- Why do you want money?
- Stephan is coming out next week.

If you go back to your husband,
I can't see you again. Do you understand that?

Are you going to try and stop me,
you and your damned Lois?

What's the matter?

She's getting worked up again.
Her husband's coming out.

Your husband will be expelled from France.

He'll go to Brussels,
and then to Amsterdam, from pillar to post.

Then he'll try to get back to Paris,
where they'll arrest him again.

Now, is that the sort of life
you want to share with him?

And what sort of life do you think
I'm going to share with you? And her?

I'm not going to have my party spoilt.

Were you trying to borrow money from him?

Why don't you give it to me?
You should want to.

H.J. Calls the shots, you know.

Why is love... like Rasputin?

Why is love like Rasputin?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Because you can...

poison it...

and you can stab it...

and you can knock it down in the mud.

And it will always get up again.

Ha!

Well, don't you think that's good?

Don't you think that's funny?

Love will not die.

It simply will not die.

Just like Rasputin.

Why is your hair so long?

They barber there always lets people grow
it before they come out.

Decent of him.

A lot of the wardens are quite decent types.

They do their work.
I expect they prefer to do something else.

Now what do you wish?

Eclair? Choux à la crème?

Meringue? The ones you like.

- But I can't eat all those cakes.
- But you must.

Mado, you don't look well.

You haven't been eating properly.
You haven't been taking care of yourself.

Now, come on.

I'll be able to stay four days in Paris.

A type I left Fresnes with this morning
may be able to lend me some money.

Bernadet. Marcel Bernadet.

Lives with a girl in Montmartre.
She was there to see him this morning.

A bit cold, it seems, but she's a good girl.

She was so pleased to see him.
She cried.

The folly of that man is women, you know.

You got some cream on your lip.

I don't blame you.

Will you just be kind to me for a little?

A year in jail doesn't make a man
appetizing, huh?

(woman) You think I'm going to stay here
day and night waiting for you.

- I'm not your maid!
- If you don't like it here, pack your bags.

That'll be Schlamovitz,
arguing with his lady friend.

Still, it's nice of him to let me stay here.

He was in there with me.
Came out two weeks ago.

(door opens)

Pierre...

This is my wife Marya.

I'm delighted to meet you.

Pierre took these photos.

They're very impressive, don't you think?

Unfortunately, these days very few people
are interested in enlargements.

Is must be due to a decline in family feeling.

Mademoiselle Chardin, a friend - Marya Zelli.

Hello.

For example, I have a friend
who makes transparent soaps.

What perfume are you wearing? Chypre?

No, it's L'Heure Bleue by Guerlain.

He also makes beauty creams -
nourishing skin lotions.

Skin food.

It's very profitable. He works at home,
so he hardly has any overheads.

His wife helps him out.

A very good business.

He has contracts with all
the department stores in Paris.

What costs him the most are the containers.

Of course, once we find a place to live...

Yes. That's the problem.

I know a type who makes a fortune
every three years in the Argentine.

And he regularly comes to Paris to spend it.

Then he comes to Paris to spend it, the fool.

My God, Paris.

Paris is the most beautiful town in the world.
Everyone knows that.

♪ Oh, how my village was pretty
My Paris, our Paris

You get on my nerves.

I also thought about Argentina.
I heard there were opportunities there.

Yes, provided you turn your back on the towns
and go right out in the country.

They have many ranches - cattle and horses.

Yes, of course. Horses.

- (Marya) But you can't ride.
- I can always learn.

But there are lots of other jobs on ranches.
For example, you could be a cashier.

Yes. In charge of accounts.

Do you think you can get a job like that?

I need a haircut.

- Do you know a hairdresser?
- I can cut it for you, if you'd like.

I cut his when he came out.

Don't worry. I've done it before.
I used to work in a hairdressing salon.

I know what I'm doing.

I met her one night at the Moulin de la Galette.

She had nowhere to go, so I brought her home.

But I think soon it will be time for her
to get by on her own.

Go on then.

He needs to leave Paris as soon as possible.

Hmm... You have very nice soft hair, Monsieur.

I'm glad you don't use pomade, not like that one.

Makes you sick, so much pomade.

If I tell you that he has to leave Paris
as quickly as possible, I say it for his sake.

The man thinks I'm quite safe.
Nobody's bothering about me.

He goes out, and someone who knows him
sees him on the boulevard,

And the following day the police are here.
People are nasty, you know.

You've been very kind to him,
Mr. Schlamovitz. Thank you.

No, no, it's nothing.
Friends should help each other out.

We worked together in the library there.

They have some very fascinating books.
You would be surprised.

One can get an education.

I had a friend who went to Berlin
when he came out.

He did very well there.

I was thinking more of Amsterdam.

Well, Amsterdam can be nice, too.

I thought you were so enchanted with Paris.

Well, every place can be nice...

with a nice friend.

They are late.

Are we sure we want to do this?

My poor H.J.

I thought we'd decided
that we were going to see it through.

Don't let's go.

But they're waiting for us. I don't care.
I want to be able to thank your friends.

I don't want to see them.
I don't want them to see you.

Naturally not.

It's they who are not good enough.

3.20F.

Stephan, wherever you're going,
don't go without me.

I only have just enough for my own fare.

I'll borrow some money from the Heidlers,
and then I can go with you.

Why not? Why not?

I must get away. I've lost my luck.

We always said we'd be together
when you came out.

You don't come out.
Nobody ever comes out.

Mister...

For God's sake ask the waiter for another fine.
I'm so thirsty.

Don't have brandy, Mado.
She oughtn't to drink brandy.

Waiter, mineral water for the lady.

- I'm afraid you really must come.
- You're coming back with us.

We'll drop you off at your hotel.

You're very kind, Monsieur.
I'll take her home.

No, no, no, I think you should come with us.
It's all on the way.

Let's dance.

You have done so much for my wife, Madame.
You are very kind.

There is nothing I can do to thank you.

But you don't need me to tell you
that she's a very highly strung girl.

There have been difficulties.
One has had to protect her, rather.

Against whom?

Against herself, principally.

We've seen too many girls left alone
to drift around Paris.

Yes, people take advantage of them.

So it all comes down to a question of money.
I might have known with you

Do look at H.J.
He can't dance, and he hates it.

I don't know he's doing it with her.
Do you?

I expect you can tell me.

Don't forget... I've been away.

I'm the last person to be able
to forget that, Monsieur Zelli.

Let's just sit here and wait for them, shall we?

You've made a mistake, Madame.
I'm not the type to sit and wait.

I've had to long enough.

I've never shared a woman in my life,

and now to have to share with someone like that.

He smells of jail.

Oh, you disgust me.

I have a horror of you.
When I think of you, I feel sick.

What is it that you want of me?

I told you I have to leave Paris very soon.

Take her with you.

Don't you see what will happen?

That's between the three of you.

She is your wife.

I carry very little when I travel.

Well, it must be very convenient,
but not everyone can do it.

Some of us have to put up with things.

I wouldn't. I'm used to living in a decent way,
among decent people.

(music ends / applause)

You know the conditions.

As if I could leave him that way.

It's all so abominably sordid.

And pitiful. Pitiful.

You should stay with Lois.
Just be with her.

She's your sort.

Don't you think I long to?
So that I can be rid of you once and for all?

And let you stay with your sort,
your convict husband.

Ah! Ah!

Don't you think it's time
we rejoined our companions?

(♪ tango)

He went off, did he?

He went off.

Thank God.

Leave me alone!

Leave me alone!

Aah! Aah!

Leave me alone!

Aah! Aah!

Don't worry.
I won't hang around any longer.

So much the better.

Are you going alone?

I've had enough, too! Up to here!

So now we know.

You've got to take me away with you.
Away from them.

Please help me.

You must think that I'm Jesus Christ.

So all the time you came to visit me in jail,
you were Heidler's mistress.

You just came to laugh at me,
well put away behind the bars.

Don't leave me, Stephan.

You're all I have.

Please.

Help me.

Tell me... when you were living in the hotel,
Heidler came to visit you.

When did he come? Huh? Often?

No! I don't remember. It doesn't matter!

It doesn't matter.

You're funny, you.
You have a special way of looking at things.

He said he had a horror of me,

and when he thought of me, he felt sick.

Be kind to me Stephan. Be good to me.

Because I'm so unhappy
that I think I'm going to die of it.

Unhappy? Of course you're unhappy.

Can't you see that this man,
who is at the end of his love, this bag of bluff,

he just wants you as a sort of dessert
to finish off his meal?

My poor Marya. Poor Marya.

No, don't touch me. Don't kiss me.

- That isn't what I want.
- Then what is it you want?

All right, I'll help you.

Only do this. Send a pneumatique to Heidler,
tell him to come here.

Say you have to speak to him urgently.
Go on, do it now.

- And then?
- Then I'll be waiting for him.

- You must be mad.
- He's made a fool of you.

He forgot me when he did that.

I'll be waiting for him.

I'll jump on him from behind the door
and break his back!

You are mad!

Go on, send a pneumatique.
I'll come with you.

- No!
- You poor thing, you.

What fools women are.

And it isn't only that they are beasts and traitors,
but they are such fools!

Stay here and weep.
I'll go and find Heidler myself.

Look here. You see this?
You thought I was well put away behind the bars.

Wait a bit. Let me pass.

- No!
- Let me pass!

No! You think I'd let you touch him?

I love him. I love him!
You think I care for you?

Not this much! It's him.
I love him! Heidler!

- Will you get away from that door?
- You shan't go!

If you go, I'll call the police.

I'll go straight to the police station
and give you up!

Ah!

(car engine)

- Take me with you.
- I don't want anyone. Leave me alone.

- I don't have any money.
- But I have some.

I'm going to miss my train. Please.

I know a little hotel in Amsterdam
where we can stay. Come, hurry up.

Stephan!

Never mind, Mademoiselle.

There are hundreds like them.

I must explain to you, Mademoiselle,

that I am an old-fashioned sort of person.

You can call me conservative
or traditionalist if you like,

but I believe in the family...

parents and grandparents,
grandchildren, children.

Nowadays people live in a dirty way.

There is no tradition.

There is nothing beautiful.