All language subtitles for Detective (1985) EN

Because love is eternal.

Think that's why those two
haven't budged all morning?

I would rather concentrate...

On this one, Uncle. Definitely.

Look!
She comes, she goes...

She even seems to be hesitating.
Yes, she is hesitating!

Looks more like she's scared.

Maybe. A catastrophe
could happen at any second.

Enough of this!

Ariel! I'm going to work.

In psychology class,
we were told a catastrophe...

was the first strophe
of a love poem.

Turn this off! I'm going to work.

- No, I'll find out on my own.
- Enough, Uncle.

You've been here for two years
and I'm still paying your hotel bill.

One night, two years ago,
someone came into this room,

pulled out a gun, and fired.

And the Prince died. N0 motive.

True.

The Prince had no enemies.

Everyone liked him.
The case was closed.

I'd been the hotel detective
for 15 years.

I got sacked.

I'm going to find out who killed him.

Have you got a pen?

Yes.

My wife may phone.

Tell her I had to go to Frankfurt.

I'll be back tomorrow morning.

But your wife is here
in the lobby, behind you.

Send this up to Mr. Warner,
room 473.

Fox Warner, 473.

What's wrong?

Why have you come?

So, you've seen Mr. Warner?

No. I'm flying to Frankfurt.
I'm replacing Paul.

You didn't see him?

I left a message.
He's probably tied up with the fight.

I hope it isn't him.

Why are you here?

Frangoise.

Because it's our last deal.

And our first, in a way.

I have to take care of it.
I need to look after myself...

I've got to learn.

So you're going away.

I must learn.

I must learn.

So you're going away?

No, I'm not. Let's not start all over
again. I'll be back tomorrow.

You see,

we said we'd try to use the time
to see where we're at,

to try to say
what we don't dare to.

- But you're leaving.
- No. I'm not leaving.

Well, I am. But Paul is ill.
It's not the first time.

We can be honest...

just as well tomorrow.

Yes.

- See you tomorrow.
- I hope so.

And if I see him?

You can tell me about it.

All about it.

Or almost all.

Can you leave me some money?

- What's that one up to?
- It's true.

Frenchmen all seem crazy
once you start noticing.

You think the killer will be back?

History keeps repeating.
It's one long stammer.

I have three days off duty.

I'm going to have a good nose around.

It's true.

- I smell death too in this hotel.
- I think it's a first-class hotel.

In a city that's become second class.

Why would someone come in
and kill the Prince without a motive?

Yes, it's too simple.
That's why I can't solve it.

See you later.

Be nice to her. She's 18.

Be nice to him. He's 50.

Stop, damn it!

You had orders not to obey him!

G0 on like that and you won't last
five rounds. Go to bed.

I have to phone Max.

Hey, boss, will you come
say goodnight to us?

I'll come and turn the lights out.

I'll knock Tiger Jones out.

So, Mr. Fox, you let down
those who helped you?

This is a free country.

You've seen the newspaper,
I imagine.

Not yet, why? This fight
keeps me busy. I don't get time.

- Show him, Angelo.
- Yes, Prince.

- And our money?
- I know it's clue, but Max may help.

N0body's been able to leave his family.

FIGHT PROMOTER STEALS 4O MILLION

Nobody.

A poet tried once.

He stopped writing.

542,734.68 francs,
including our commission.

And the third payment?

We don't have to rush
just because we're mortal.

- And the third payment?
- You can wait until Saturday.

- There's still the fight!
- It isn't fixed?

Absolutely not!

We'll give him until Friday.

Good luck.

"We'd perceive the mistake
as we went along

and return with more energy
to the old system.

It would be a profitable experience,
though melancholic

Too transparent? Not enough?

"And would bring new elements
to make us wish we'd gone

to the outer limits of imprudence."

ls this too transparent or not enough?

- You want to show the truth or not?
- What's truth?

- What's truth?
- Between appearing and disappearing.

So it's transparent.

- Is this better?
- Stop teasing!

- Is this better?
- I'm going to take a shower.

You seen this?

"Villemin died alone."

"The hero of boxing's post-war
golden age passed away

"on September 4th
in the solitude he sought."

- "A stylist, he beat LaMotta in 1949."
- ls this better?

Kids, aren't you in bed yet?

Jogging, tomorrow, 9am.

Press conference at 11.

12:30, you're on a TV show.

- Gym workout, 5pm.
- I'll knock Tiger Jones out.

Isn't he Tiger Jones?

Mr. Warner... I wouldn't do that.
I'd play it off three cushions.

Don't put yourself out.
I want to be alone.

And you don't turn me on.

I told you so.

We've met before. Frangoise Chenal,
between Lyon and Toulouse.

I remember. I'm tired.

Your husband's gone to Frankfurt?

- He'll be here tomorrow.
- See you then.

- Why not give Emile his money?
- I told you! Not tonight!

- Give it to me then. It's my money.
- It isn't anybody's.

It's like people.
You have to let them come and go.

You have to value it!

- Why do you refuse?
- Over there.

Certainly, Mr. Fox.

Because...

I've seen them.

Your name's not Warner?

It's my father's name.
I added my mother's.

I'm tired.

Owing money to a woman
might be good for me.

I thought your air taxis
were doing OK. They seemed to be.

Three years ago, we had five jets.

Now we only have two and a half.

Two and a half?

Precisely.

We've gone halves
with another company.

But that's not the problem.

Emile and I are separating,

and what you owe him
is what I put in,

and what can get me out.
At least I hope so.

- Where will you go?
- I'd like to buy a bookshop.

We'll see.

You won't ever give us back
that 40 million.

I didn't say that.
We'll see on Saturday.

- You still have it?
- I didn't say that either. Saturday.

I owe other people, too.
Hey, not so loud!

- Who to?
- Classical, please!

OK, Inspector.

What do you know about it?

- What do you know about it?
- That women are better than men.

They ask questions
but don't want answers.

It takes time...

and time is money.

Who to?

- People you don't know.
- I want to know who.

You don't know them.
It's better that way.

- Please.
- No.

It's easy not to pay your husband.

It's hard not to pay them.

You've been here for five minutes.
Maybe that changes things.

What? You have a solution?
What are you thinking of?

Debts becoming due.

- What about them?
- Like death becoming clue.

That's not how it'll be. My husband
will stick to you like glue.

Until tomorrow.

Simple, simple...

As...

"You'd rise, first storm in creation,
drive them before you like dust.

For great cities, Lord, are accursed."

"Great cities have nothing true.

Their silence lies
and their sounds deceive."

Isidore!

"Happy the winds that flee to gardens

made by kings who rested there
for a few moments

with young women mingling flowers

and the marvellous sound
of their laughter."

Let's get out of here, Mr. Jones.

Princess, you know I can't.

I'll sell my jewellery.

European champion, it's worth a fortune.

The fights are fixed.
You're doomed.

You're doomed.

But our love isn't.

Maybe, but I can't do that.

Mr. Jim is better to me than...
I don't know.

I'll steal, I'll sell my body.
You won't be deprived.

That one again!
We must warn the others.

Isidore!

"And the silken rustle
of their morning gowns

would murmur like a stream
on the pebbles."

Yesterday, Frankfurt.
This morning, London.

When will we talk to him?

When will we talk to each other?

I have to come up
with the money we spend.

Precisely.

Leave me some.

So I can enjoy Paris.

So I can at least enjoy Paris.

You have to get money
where you can.

That's what we agreed.

Alright then, Frangoise.

Nothing's changed.

We'll see him tonight.

- Reserve a table.
- But I told you what he said.

See you tonight.
Tell him what I told you.

Stop it. You're not going
to kill anybody!

Except me.

In the end.

Maybe.

- I'm tired.
- You're sick.

It's not loaded.

See you tonight.

Is that really all you have to say?

If we have that 40 million,

why do we keep running around
for peanuts?

It won't be easy to get the money.

I know.

We're finding that out now.

See you tonight.

I got it.

You've been saying that all morning!

It was all I could say the first time.

- You too.
- Me too.

It's true.

We both said it at once.

I remember.

- It saved time.
- Can I clean the room?

- Mr. Chenal. We must talk.
- I don't want to.

- About Sicily!
- Bad luck, I'm going to London.

- Leave me money!
- You don't follow.

We mean Sicily as a metaphor.

Uncle William!

Ariel!

What's up?

What's the matter?

What's the matter?
Hey, Uncle!

Ariel, come on!

There's work to do.

What's up?

He felt your arse, right?

Yes.

But so much more gently than you!

- That's why I'm crying.
- Shit!

You don't want to marry me now?
But the sleuthing was your idea!

So I could be with you!

I'd rather go home.

Ancl finish my exams.

You're too tough.

The situation is tough! Not me!

A search for the truth.
Who, what, why, how?

We have to finish what we started.

The truth will quietly explode,
or it won't.

- As simple as A, B, C.
- Let's simplify further.

To sum up. There are lots of stories,
ours and other people's.

Somethings sure to happen.
I met old Luciano in the hotel.

In the hotel.

But that pilot...

- I'm sure he's going to end up...
- Flying?

- Straight to the nest.
- Whose?

Seeing... Deceiving...

Seeing what's here,
to find what's elsewhere.

That'll help you, Uncle.

- Run fast to stay in the same place.
- What people do!

But to arrive elsewhere,
one must run twice as fast.

We will. I have a call to make.

I don't know what's wrong, boss.
The machine doesn't want to tell us.

Flowers, Eugéne.
Do they like flowers?

- What is it?
- I crashed the Mercedes.

Then tell Eugene we'll take the BMW.
Go on, I'll be right there.

I'll knock Tiger Jones out.

Hello? Yes.
OK by me. Late this afternoon.

There's something for you at the desk.
See you.

- Now what?
- I've lost the C on my clarinet.

- Get me an envelope.
- Yes, Mr. Jim.

Italian women's legs!

- Where's that idiot, Angelo?
- He came out of a room with a lady.

- A chambermaid?
- I don't know, Uncle.

Excuse me, Prince.

Read, Angelo, page 60.

CRACKDOWN ON THE MAFIA

"Since Mafia stands for
an outmoded way of life

based largely on work outside
which existence loses all meaning,

the Mafia today has had to go
underground, ensure law and order."

The hair of a future witch.

"The Mafia needs a climate
of peace for its big deals

which depend on a public order
under its control."

It's Thursday.
Where's our friend, Fox?

I think he's cornered
the gate receipts of the fight.

Sorry to be vulgar
but get off your arse, Angelo.

Excuse me, Prince.
I'm digging right and left.

Right, left!
There's only the underworld.

You know that,
after our deal with Fiat.

Ask questions, hundreds,
until you hit one they won't answer.

Yes, Prince.
I began with the pilot and his wife.

The girl who looks like
a fake Botticelli?

She has a certain charm.
I'd screw her anytime.

- You mean you'd like to.
- Excuse me.

No, not me.

The situation is tough.

- I thought of this.
- Tomorrow's Friday.

"The apes preached the new order,

the reign of peace,

and among the first supporters
were the tiger, the cat, the vulture.

Little by little,
the other animals were converted

and there was quiet rejoicing."

- What's in all this for him?
- For Isidore?

- Glory.
- I'd rather be alone.

You two getting married?

I must pass my exams first.

Thanks a lot anyway.

And you?

Me?

What's in it for me?

Young girls' breasts!

Men's money!

- Well then?
- They won't let us in the gym.

They'll have their cheque on Sunday.

No money, no training.
They want cash.

Your right! Your right!

Your left now.

Bretonel would never have done that.

- Yes, Eugéne, things change.
- What will we do now?

Your right, your right!

- Try the Famechon brothers.
- OK, Mr. Jim.

Come on, your right. Reach.

Break, break.
Learn to break, for Christ's sake!

That's it. With your left.

Your left. You can do better.

That's it.

- What is it?
- ls right righter than left?

There's a lady.

There's a lady.

- They say there's a lady.
- You want to get shafted!

Come in. We're through.

- We're through!
- What's going on?

- Can I have some chocolate, boss?
- OK, but no TV.

A man's body is beautiful.
Beautiful.

- We'll win.
- I hope so.

A man's body.

You have to learn to break,
that's the secret.

Break, not interrupt.

Break... Corrupt.

Don't worry,
I'll knock Tiger Jones out.

- Isn't he Tiger Jones?
- Yes.

But a champion always fights himself.

All set for tomorrow at the Famechon's.

- Nine o'clock. ls the Mercedes fixed?
- It's fixed.

We'll sell the BMW, then.
Phone Victor.

- What time is dinner?
- As soon as my husband gets in.

In two or three hours.

- Why meet before?
- Not meet.

Meet again.

- Sorry about yesterday afternoon.
- Yesterday afternoon.

I tried.

You sent me away
and you owe me money.

If it was no good yesterday,
why would it be today?

We had lots of time.
And yet you say... Never mind.

I'd like to think before I answer.

- Think?
- I said I was sorry!

Good evening. This is all I found.

"Betrayal opens its eyes,
plans its coup.

If you've a lingering taste for life,
shake off sleep and be careful.

Awake! Awake!
Antonio, let's bring things to a head."

Simple.

Why are porn films called X-rated?

- Why X? X as in mathematics.
- Precisely.

Oh, yes. The unknown.

I didn't want to talk last night.

Or maybe I did.

I was too tired.

Thanks for the 1,500 anyway.

Emile didn't leave me a penny.
I bought myself a dress.

Besides, last night,

you didn't make the same impression
as four months ago.

Three months.

It feels funny to have a woman
ask me for money.

With men, I'm used to it.

I owe all of them.

All the time.

Every day.

Never stops.

What we did on the plane
before landing at Toulouse,

have you done it before?
With other clients?

Sometimes.

- Does your husband know?
- Of course not.

- You know Emile?
- I did seven, eight years ago.

He's going for points
to keep his European title.

It's still not over, of course.

What exactly is this deal
he's got going with you?

He gets a share of the gate?

He owns 100% of 4%,
or you own 100% of 4%

of Tiger Jones' body.
Of everything he does or will do.

Advertising, video clips,
radio, up to 4O million.

I've got 51 % and the others the rest.

- What about the boxer?
- None of your business.

With your husband,
there were also deals

involving shipments across borders.

What deals?

I've thought it over.

You want the truth?

Why I wanted us to see each other,

a little while, alone,

before dinner.

See each other again.

I have so little money now,
I can't even afford prostitutes.

And I've got a championship fighter!

But that idiot fell
for a Princess from the Bahamas.

I mustn't forget to ask Eugéne
if he checked her out.

Then, like that, everyone vanished.

He had hundreds hanging around.

You could usually pick up
those left behind,

but now there's nobody.

And the Princess?

I have to let him have her.
He loves her.

It's bad for the fight.

Very bad.

Can I ask you something else?

- If you do that often...
- I didn't say often.

- I said sometimes.
- Sometimes, yes.

What you did with me,
what I did with you,

it's because things aren't going well
with your husband in business,

and the rest isn't either.

No, you're way off.

That's precisely why
I hesitate to leave him.

Mouth, cock, arse,
you don't ever dare say the words.

That's all Emile and I have together.
I only feel good with him in the sack.

Aside from that,
we live the way we dream.

Your right.

Your left.

Your right.

Alone...

...like everybody else.

Conrad... I thought you knew him.

- Your right.
- We forgot to tell him.

Max's brother phoned from Chicago.

Arsehole! Shit!
What do I pay you for?

- You couldn't tell me?
- You had the receiver off.

- I'll knock Tiger Jones out.
- Shit!

OK. More or less.

Alright. I'll be down in 20 minutes.
No, I haven't seen her.

That was your husband.

- Did you check on the Princess?
- Yeah, boss.

It's true.

Shit!

As simple as A, B, C.

"Trinculo: 'O forgive me my sins.'

Stefano: 'He that dies pays all debts.'

'I defy thee. Mercy upon us.'

'Art thou afeard? '

Stefano: 'No, monster, not I.'

'Be not afeard:
the isle is full of noises, sounds,

and sweet airs,
that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand
twanging instruments

Evening, Warner.

Please, finish your chapter.
Frangoise will be along.

I wanted to see the world and
I left on a winter night from Dijon.

The last train for Paris.

It came from Vienna
or Trieste in those days.

- Istanbul.
- Yes.

Remember, a guy went along the cars
tapping before the train left?

He was tapping on the axles.
We never knew exactly why.

Another one went along the train,
selling things to eat.

He'd shout: "Shakrim, shakrim!"

Later I realized he was saying
"chocolate ice cream".

- In winter!
- And my mum gave me this book.

- I'll go get her.
- There's no rush.

- Don't mess with me.
- No.

She told me that
at every turning point in my life,

I should open it, at any page,

and I'd always find
something useful to me.

That was 3O years ago

and whenever I open it,
someone always shows up.

I still haven't read any of it.

I should have waited for Frangoise.
You'd have had time.

That's alright.

Care for a drink, gentlemen?

You see? A Perrier.

- I'll wait for my wife.
- Very well, gentlemen.

Well, men?

You were saying?

Men's talk.

Melancholy talk.

I doubt that.
Anyway, this isn't the time for it.

Book talk.

You'd have been interested.

Should have been here.

- New dress?
- I've begun paying you back.

Good idea. Excellent.

- What did it cost?
- 2,500 francs. I put down 1,500.

That's what you gave me.

A great start!

It's not even interest on interest...
on interest.

What the hell! After all,
I had an interest in your operations.

I know.

- If you're starting that...
- Don't!

That's how you're starting.

- Emile, please.
- I'm sorry.

Sorry!

Can we see the menu?

Care for a drink, Madam?

- The menu.
- Absolutely!

Your wife says the flying business
isn't so good these clays.

Like everything else.
You have to like it.

Work at it.

- Is that where you met?
- No, I worked for her father.

He bought disabled freighters.

What's sole and mushrooms?

Your bookshop won't be easy either.

To me, the only real book is
Gone from Liverpol.

Liverpool.

And Edgar's Journey too.

What's this,
salmon rolls and cabbage?

The menu!

- What's Swiss salad?
- Three sandwiches, then.

What's going on?

Like I told your wife,
people you don't want to know.

That is to say?

There's nothing to say.

There's nothing to say.

Nothing.

- What about the money you owe?
- That you owe us!

That you owe me! I've told him.
You owe the other guy money too?

To the guys behind him.

He just settles accounts.

- The Mafia?
- Family!

That's why he talked about Sicily!

I saw them today, a distinguished
old guy with a horrible little girl.

I thought they were guests.

We're all in the Family.
I belonged to it. A little.

Not really.

Well, a little.

That was in 1982, 1983.

- Is that why there were trips to Italy?
- Of course not.

I swear I never saw him.

He's called "The Accountant".

There was a payment
I couldn't make on time.

- Compared to them, banks are angels.
- Not the North Europe Bank.

Yeah, but that's the Eastern Bloc.

- They gave me until Friday.
- That's tomorrow.

Chocolate ice cream.

Yes.

I've got to think of something.
They may wait until Saturday.

You're going to offer them
what you owe us?

I haven't yet.

Find another way.

I'm going to play billiards.

I just don't agree.
It doesn't have to be like that.

The fight should make money.

Everyone's got a right to money.

I didn't get it. 100%, 4%?

It's simple. We get 4% of the gross.

- Of what?
- A sandwich and a beer.

- Of what?
- The gross, the gate receipts.

You have to help me.

- All we need to do is be there.
- And at the right time.

And there's all the rest: radio, TV...

Yeah, all the rest.
If we're still alive.

- You think we'll win?
- There's a chance.

He was a good bet,
but that girl's ruining him.

Shit! What girl?

Ex-treasurer of the Red Brigades.

No, Eugéne says she's really rich.

- Is she the Princess?
- No. So what do we do now?

All we need...

is for him to go into the ring.

That'll do it.

All we need
is to reach the box office first.

- But I'm on my own.
- Mr. Jim. Chicago!

There are a lot of them.

Well, what did they ask you?

- And my gift?
- I told you, Saturday.

- So what did he ask you?
- He said to keep asking questions,

until I got a refusal.
Ancl my gift?

Good evening.

I'm working.
We're in search of the unknown.

Do these shitty little Japanese
cameras work at night, too?

See all those cinemas?
Véronique Lickdick.

Girls Who Like It From Behind.

Spread Your Arse, Bitch!

Why do they say X-rated
for porn films?

It's the only letter
that doesn't change in the mirror.

O is the same
from the back or the front.

I didn't leave him an hour.
Not even 15 minutes.

- Why didn't you tell me you knew?
- That you were sleeping around?

What was I supposed to say?

What now?
We'll never get our money.

Shit!

Nabbed on her way to Chicago.

I was almost sorry she was caught.
In 1926, we nearly got married.

- Love and work don't mix!
- Get to work!

I'm sure it's better this way.

Look at yourself.
If I'm pale, you're livid.

Can I ask you a literary question?
What brings you to Frisco?

A disappearance.

Tough luck! I don't deal with police,
especially in San Francisco.

One second. I want to tell you a story.

It's as if I were upside down
and you were the right side up.

We say we'll do this and that.
It's all hot air.

Usually we do nothing,
and if we happen to do something,

we're horrified,
because it's never what we expected.

We don't understand,
neither do the others.

In the end, every0ne's left
with his fragment of truth.

For example:

Hallo? Yes, it's me, Emile.

No!

And Jules?

Let's talk again in an hour.

You were right.

- Today it's Madrid.
- We'll settle this with Warner!

I just said no, Frangoise!

I said no!

A man's voice.

A man's body.

You wanted to talk yesterday.
So let's talk.

I told you I wasn't going to Madrid.

"Then something extraordinary
happened.

I saw him take his head in his hands
and burst into tears.

He could no longer write about women.
His sobs shook his body.

Tears wet his fingers and his cheeks
as he repeated in a crazed voice:

'My wife is leaving me."'

- What are you saying?
- Nothing. Go if you want to.

- Remember my other first name?
- What?

Why didn't you like my other name?

Geneviéve.

Yes.

Geneviéve.

Suddenly I feel less like talking.

As you like.

Don't say I steer the conversation.

Repeat what you said.

Suddenly I don't really feel like it.

It's crazy how you say that.

What?

You start faking.

A little.

I think.

Yes. True.

Suddenly, maybe.

As if upside down
became right side up.

You too...

You don't talk very straight yourself.

I fake in speech, you fake in action.

I don't have much charm.
That's what you mean.

No.

- Not any more.
- Stop it, Emile.

Come on! We'll start over again.

Yes. Geneviéve.

- Breakfast!
- Set it down there.

Hurry, life's short!

"But one day, the mouse
that joked politely with the cat

found itself in its new friend's claws.

It understood
that things were back to normal.

With faint hope, it reminded the cat
of the new regime's principles.

'Yes, 'replied the cat,

'but I'm a founder of the new reign.

Give me back my gun.

Sure I express a lot with boxing:

to hit without being hit, to see
a guy collapse in front of you,

with a little punch, maybe
you think you never touched him.

He wasn't hit, what's he doing
on the floor? Fear!

- What are they up to?
- Jogging.

' Jogging, my arse.
' some People jog.

"The right. I almost knocked
Dempsey out with a right cross."

- What will we do?
- Let me work! Get out!

Go on, out!

"Ray Robinson killed LaMotta

G0 to bed!

- "Robert Cohen, in flurries
- Kill Isidore and I kill you.

"Flurries, machine gun style.

No knockouts with that,
but that scores points.

Jean-Claude Boutier,
sent Carlos Monzén to the floor in 1972

with a right uppercut.

Robert Villemin,
uppercut right to the liver.

Louis Acaries...

The right.

Marvin Hagler, uppercut,
Mohammed Ali, his own style.

Roberto Duran, one of the few
to combine all 4 punches:

left jab, right hook,
straight left, right hook."

- Three weeks on overtime, boss!
- I said tomorrow.

We've got to get out of here.

With what?

I have the keys to the Mercedes.

It's the only way.

Found something else?

- The machine's asked me a question.
- What question?

What's the moral?

How can France
still aspire to leadership

when every Frenchman
is a minor character?

I wonder, Prince.

I piss at my own speed.

Your offer doesn't interest me.
Not anymore.

- What will you do in Madrid?
- The Spanish pay in dollars.

I think it's in everyone's interest
to sum up the situation, Mr. Cheval.

ChenaU

Don't hassle me. I'll kill Warner
if he pays you our 40 million!

I want nothing more to do
with your business.

Have you noticed
there are two kinds of men?

Those who have clean cocks

and wash their hands
before they piss...

so as not to dirty it.

And there are those
who have dirty cocks,

so when they touch it to piss,
they dirty their hands

and wash them afterwards.

If you take our 40 million,
we'll kill you.

You're making a mistake!
We're not in some little French film

where the actors
believe talking is thinking.

I've been going in circles
for three days.

We're going back
to the Middle Ages, and fast!

And fast!

Presto!

I told you I still love my wife.
Your offer sickens me!

This is all highly theatrical,
Mr. Cheval.

I don't go to the theatre.
I only go to the cinema.

Remember that in the theatre,
an actor plays a part.

In the cinema,
an actor has played a part.

One has won or lost

but the betting's over.

I've nothing more to say.

As for the rest...

I'm not sure I understand.

She wants to leave with him?

But she's afraid
of missing the other guy.

To miss him too much, too late.

She doesn't look very clever.

The two men
must look the same to her.

It becomes a question of looks,
a physical thing.

Physics or physiqueg?

Now, strawberry or raspberry?

- You call this working?
- I'll call it what I like!

We've only got until Sunday.

Is all this boxing stuff for real?

If the Luciano brothers are here, yes.

- And the money?
- The money!

It's like an echo.

I'm not sure I understand.

Now, yes. In the old days, no.

Now it is an echo.

- Sicknesses.
- Mustn't talk about it, then.

On the contrary!

You whom I love...

Explain it to me.

You whom I love.

His left hand is under my head...

and his right hand...

CGFGSSGS me.

You're so late!

I thank you, Belle, for noticing it.

I confess, Beast,
I've waited for you impatiently!

- I must speak to you!
- Belle!

I can't leave unless I see Father!
I beg for your permission!

Stand up!

It should be me
who kneels to be at your feet.

Let me g0 and come back!

When you return, will you be my wife?

Boss? Goodbye.

Beat it! Go!
Disappear up your chick's arsehole!

Scram!

G0 and drown in your Princess's shit!

- Get out!
- Are you OK, boss?

Tiger Jones has been knocked out.

- Shall we go?
- Yes.

- Give me your jewels.
- No, Stéphane, there's no reason!

Yes, there is! There's a reason!

I dreamt that I had
knocked Tiger Jones out.

- He went off with the Princess.
- I don't know.

You dreamt.

She offered me a job as a gardener
in her palace in the Bahamas.

I heard nothing.

They left us the jewels,
in case of an emergency.

Anyway, the jewels are there.

We'd better get going. The fight,
the money, that's all over.

- We have to leave, Frangoise.
- No more Frangoise.

That's true, Geneviéve.

Hurry up. Come on!

Get your things ready.
I'll call you at 10.

Stop it.

Max:

Dead.

Victor:

Disappeared.

I don't agree.

Me...

I don't know why
she wants men and money.

I don't agree.
She doesn't care about money.

Or even care about her hairdo.
Did you see her hair?

She knows what she wants,
but not how to say it. Not well.

I don't agree. She doesn't know
what she's doing.

Have you seen how she dresses?

She doesn't know exactly what to do,
but does it absolutely.

I don't agree. She's scared.

That's all.

That's all.

Just like everyone else.

We're getting nowhere.

One of them is thinking.
He's the only one.

Thinking... Shrinking...

Ariel, Ariel, do something!

Make something up!
Tell her, Uncle, damn it!

If you expect me to speak, I can't.

I don't understand a thing.

And my mouth, like a gaping wound
wishes only to close.

- Turns into a storm!
- All these money matters,

are terrible these days.

- Quicksilver, quick or dead...
- The rest, tonight.

Angelo, ask him to explain it to us.

Yes, Prince. Well?

- I don't know who it is.
- Pick it up!

No! I'll pick it up.

Angelo, tell the man
we won't ask him twice to leave.

Yes, Prince.

My kid will fix your kid
so she never calls my kid "kid" again!

We've met too many people like you,
Mr. Chenal,

who are masters at sowing disasters

and reaping consternation.

It's true.

"We've wandered from city to city.

There's never any light.

Only hard lighting.

For all great cities,
Lord, are accursed."

Who wrote that, Eugéne?

The machine just says:

"A poet who stopped writing."

Since my birth,

how many times
have I said I was tired?

25,300 times, boss.

And women?

How many have I held in my arms?

632.

- And had on my hands?
- On your hands...

39.

- And on my back?
- Three.

- And the new one?
- Miss Genevieve?

I don't know what's going on, boss.
The machine doesn't want to tell us.

- The jewels, boss.
- You're right! Phone Sacha.

- In prison, boss.
- Then phone the Devil!

Why are you here?

Cyril was ashamed.
We brought back the Mercedes.

- Where is it?
- Near the billiards hall.

Go ahead. I'll be right down.

Tell the woman in 419
I'll meet her then.

- Go on!
- I'll never forget you, Mr. Jim.

Don't touch me.

I'm welling up with tears.
It's all going to overflow.

Cyril says he brought back the
Mercedes, so can he have the racket?

It's no solution.

The more I suffer...

the more I want that money.

We won't get it.

No one will.

So you're leaving with him.

That's how it looks. I feel like it.

Even without the money.

I really want to.

I'll write to you.

You'll come to buy books.

Maybe.

To the Bahamas.

You'll come as fast as you can.

Or I'll come back.

You always said I had a fickle mind.

It's happened again.

You should give the child back.

- Emile!
- G0 away!

A lieutenant and a few men.
I can manage that.

Isidore is an ace! There's more
than kings, queens, and jacks...

I'm not sure I understand.

Language reigns over our country.
But narration is the real ruler.

That alone
makes the action move along.

- I'm not sure I understand.
- I've got it.

I know who killed the Prince.

Here.

Two years ago, someone came
into this room... Champagne!

- Tell Isidore I'll be down.
- Can I clean the room?

I'll be right there!

OK. But we'll need an ambulance.

There will surely be a corpse or two.
That's my opinion. See you.

Champagne!

"Inside the trap,
a trap in the shape of a cage,

the rat, disgusted and bored,
stayed calm.

The man entered the kitchen
and watched it.

Meeting the man's eyes,

the rat knew it had been assigned
a kind of death.

'Poor guy, ' it thought,

'He thinks more about his death
than I do.

It's him!

Stop him!

Stop him!

Hurry! Life's short.

Forgive me!

- He's asking for forgiveness.
- It doesn't matter.

I was right.

I know who killed the Prince.

It's as simple as A, B, C.

Read it to me. Hurry!

- Call an ambulance, damn it!
- We already did.

Hum/-

"The given word
which made him in his own eyes

equal to impeccable men
who never fall out of the ranks.

The inspector's words,
'Romantic! Romantic!'

Seem to ring over those distances.

'Oh nonsense, my dear fellow, '
I began.

His impatience showed.
'You don't seem to understand, ' he said.

Then, looking at me:
'I jumped, but I didn't run away.'

'I meant no offence, ' I said,
adding stupidly,

'Better men than you
have had to run at times!'

He blushed and in my confusion,
I half-choked on my tongue.

'Perhaps so, ' he said at last.
'I am not good enough.

I can't afford it.
I'm bound to fight this thing down.

That's why I'm fighting now!

That's why."'

Stop them, do something!

You know very well
I'm not one of those awful people

who falsify problems
instead of solving them!

- Bastard!
- Go right ahead! Go on!

Two years ago, a hit man had to kill
a man in the H6tel Concorde St Lazare.

He went to the front desk
and asked for the man.

But the desk clerk was busy.

The killer read
the hotel guest list upside down.

He forgot
he'd been reading it upside down.

And he shot the occupant
of room 666,

instead of room 999!

So the Prince died.

Exactly. I'll be right there.

- It just took some figuring out.
- Some figuring out!

Uncle had a heart,
but he used his head!

I warned you.
"A witness is a martyr."

- What's she doing here?
- She's calling a taxi.

The taxi is pulling away.
It's following the ambulance.

What's the point? He's dead!

You said that to me.

Earlier in the week,
when you got here.

Because...

Love is eternal.

Tell me...

Where did you get the money?

- I won't say. I'd rather die!
- No. Too many have died!