All language subtitles for Voulez-Vous Danser Avec Moi - Brigitte Bardot 1959

- Hello?
- I raise 2,000.

One second, please.

I raise 5,000.

Someone wants to talk
to Professor Hervé Dandieu.

- Two pair, aces up.
- That's it.

- Yes?
- I could have bluffed you.

That's quite impossible
at this time of night.

If you were one of my patients...

Tell him it's for me!

I'll tell him.
It's for Mr Decauville-Lachenée.

Decauville-Lachenée? I don't know him.

Please, Mr Dandieu.
My father is in terrible pain.

You know what toothache is like.

If only you'd be good enough...

Very well, you can come.

- Another 15,000.
- OK.

- 15,000 more.
- I'll stake the lot.

- Flush!
- Damn! I was sure he was bluffing!

Wait a minute!

Straight flush.

Just a second, I'll be right back.

Come into the surgery.

Thank you.

Open wide.

It must be a large cavity.

It's probably affecting the nerve,
which would explain...

- You're interested in dentistry?
- Very much.

It's the first time you've set foot
in a dentist's surgery!

I'm not surprised.
Your daughter has splendid teeth.

- You think so?
- Yes.

They complement your mouth...
and everything else too.

You should have come to see me sooner.
Your tooth's in a bad way.

Don't stand there, Virginie.
I hate people looking in my mouth.

I didn't wait for you to treat me.
My dentist is Prof Aïdé Gaudard.

- The bridge is old-fashioned.
- I'm very happy with it.

Open wide.

- I'll have to take the tooth out.
- Absolutely not.

It's the only solution.

I forbid you to touch it.
Give me something for the pain.

I can knock you out with painkillers
if you wish.

You should trust Mr Dandieu.
He seems very good at his job.

Be quiet.

My daughter is engaged to a young man
of whom I entirely approve.

So don't get your hopes up.

- What are you doing?
- A filling.

- I won't hear of it.
- It's very quick.

If you move, I could hurt you.
Open wide.

- Are you really engaged?
- Yes, really.

Incredible, I had the seven of diamonds,

and the swine trumped me with two Jacks.

- Something wonderful's happened.
- What?

- I've met the woman of my dreams.
- What?

She's here in my surgery.

What a business.

Pity you brought me to a dentist
who's an alcoholic.

- Not at all.
- Didn't you smell the alcohol?

I don't like him.
He looks like a butcher's boy.

Or an ox-driver.

That's it. An ox-driver.

- I think he's great.
- Are you mad?

Exactly the kind of man I need.

Don't look so glum, Albert.

My son-in-law
looks like a butcher's boy.

You look like a monkey.

Make an effort. Congratulate them.

So that's it, then.

I hope you'll make her happy.

You're just a spoilt child!

You poke your nose in
where you've no business to.

Just because you got a silly diploma.
I could have one too if I wanted.

Pass your exams and give me some peace!

If you're so keen,
get your father to buy you a surgery,

and stop interfering with my patients!

I've never been interested in dentistry.
It's one of the minor professions.

- What are you doing?
- Leaving.

I won't stay a minute more
with such a brute.

If you walk through that door,
everything's over between us.

Good riddance!
You're just a pain in the neck!

What's bred in the bone
comes out in the flesh.

- Spoilt brat!
- Useless dentist!

Dinner is served.

I shan't be eating at home.

- Do you come here often, madame?
- My name's Anita.

- Do you come here often, Anita?
- Very.

You can meet very nice people here.

Are you married?

Yes. To a wonderful woman.

I don't know why
she was even interested in me.

Why isn't she here with you?

We had an argument.
A silly argument, you know.

- Like all arguments.
- That's right.

Come and dance.
It'll make you feel better.

- I'm married too.
- Do you love your husband?

- He's a failure and a moron.
- I see.

- You're an amazingly good dancer.
- I'm a dance teacher.

Anita Florès Dance School.
That's me.

- You must think I'm a terrible dancer.
- You could do with some lessons.

Come and see us.

Good evening, monsieur.

How are you?
Have you reserved me a table?

- Oh, my God.
- What is it?

My father-in-law.

If he sees me, I've had it.
And I've never cheated on my wife.

- We're doing nothing wrong.
- My father-in-law hates me.

- Has he seen us?
- No, you're completely hidden.

Let's go.

Give me those keys.

If you agree to a last drink
at my place.

- You're very stubborn.
- I know.

All right.

I'll stay for five minutes,
but not any longer.

Five minutes, that's a promise.

I slipped into something
more comfortable.

You must be tired, I'll be off.

Not at all.
Let's talk for another five minutes.

I'm not sleepy at all.

You smell good.

Are you feeling fine?

I feel fine with you.

Darling...

My darling...

Don't you like me?

Yes, very much.

Maybe if I'd met you a few months ago,

but like I said, I adore my wife.

It may sound silly,
but I've never cheated on her.

No, a faithful husband is very sweet.

Your wife trusts you, you trust her.

If she knew you'd cheated,
especially with someone like me,

it would change everything.

Maybe. I don't know.

- Have you been married long?
- Three months.

Off you go, you bad boy.

Thank you for your charming welcome.

Thanks to you,
I've had a lovely evening.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Are the photos any good?
- One or two are quite amusing.

When he took your breast, for example.

You didn't have much fun, Léon.

Who's the guy?

A newly-married dentist, an idiot,
with a rich father-in-law.

Could be interesting.

You scared me.

Where have you been?

If you say with your father,
I won't believe you.

- Why? Did you phone him?
- No.

- What time is it?
- 3.30 am.

Amazing.

- You won't say where you've been?
- What about you?

- I didn't go out.
- Poor Hervé must have been bored!

- He was horrid to his wife.
- Don't change the subject.

I asked you a question.
Answer me.

If I tell you, you'll be furious.

I went to the Sexy Club,
where you wouldn't take me.

- What?!
- The striptease was so risqué!

The men were so excited,
they were shouting.

You went to a place
like that on your own?

You'd rather I went with someone else?

Are you angry? I promise
I'll never go out alone again.

Come to bed. I'm very tired.

- Are you?
- Not at all. Where are you going?

To brush my hair.

Do you really have to?

No.

- Do you love me?
- Yes.

No one but me?

No one but you.

- We'll never argue again.
- Never, I promise.

I was unhappy all evening.

Me too.

I thought of you all the way
through the striptease.

I adore you.

- What are you doing?
- I'm looking at you.

You're very handsome.

And to think it's all mine.
Mine alone.

You see, darling...

...if men did striptease,
you'd be a big star.

You're an idiot, my darling.
Come here.

It's true, you know.
Everyone raves about women's bodies.

I think men's bodies are
much more desirable, don't you?

I think it's the other way round.

Really? Do you find me desirable?

Hadn't you noticed?

Isn't life wonderful?

That's it. I didn't hurt you, did I?

This way.

Next!

Your next patient's quite a pin-up!

Hello?

- Good morning.
- Just one moment.

It's Mme Witta.
Will her fitting be ready by Monday?

Yes, tell her she can come.

- That's my wife.
- She's very beautiful.

She knows nothing
about our evening together.

I'm very flattered that
you came to see me but...

If you need a dentist
I can recommend a good one.

No need, I don't have toothache.

I came to show you something.

I'm sure you'll be interested.

Virginie, can you fetch Madame's files?
She's an old patient.

- Madame?
- Florès. Anita Florès.

You tart! Don't think
I'll fall for your trick!

I advise you not to speak
to me like that.

Unless you'd like me to show
these photos to your lovely wife?

Or your father-in-law, perhaps.

I'm sure Mr Decauville-Lachenée
would love to see them.

I'll expect you tomorrow at the school.

We can talk business in private.

Do you remember?
I promised I'd give you some lessons.

I looked everywhere
but I can't find her file.

Has your patient left already?

Crazy woman, she didn't have toothache.
I don't know why she came.

Poor darling, if only you could see
how funny you look!

Really?

- Listen, Virginie.
- Yes?

Bring in the next patient.

MODERN AND CLASSIC DANCE

One, two... very good.

I'd rather die than give you the money.
You won't get a penny!

You seem determined to cause a row.

You piece of dirt!
Give me those photos back right now!

- Do you think we should intervene?
- It's nothing important.

- Mr Florès.
- What is it?

Your wife's having trouble.
We should see if she's OK.

I never interfere in my wife's business.
Go and see if you want.

One, two...
That's perfect, very good.

You filthy trickster!
Give me those photos!

- What's going on?
- The boss is having trouble.

- I don't have them!
- Is everything all right?

Next time, I'll give you a good slap!

You know my studio is out of bounds
when I'm teaching.

Yes, but we thought...

As for you, Daisy.
No need to be so keen.

You'll be leaving
at the end of the month.

- Did Mme Leclerc come at 6 pm?
- She said she couldn't make it.

- What time did she call?
- At about 5 pm.

Perfect. Charge her for it.
She should have cancelled earlier.

Yes, madame.

- You wish Daddy hadn't come?
- No, I don't mind.

- Do you love me?
- Yes.

- No one but me?
- No one but you.

For you, Hervé.
It's Anita Florès.

Anita Florès? Your patient?

I'll take the call in my office.

Keep your father company.
I'll be right back.

Good evening, Mr Dandieu.

Daddy!

- I hope you're in a better mood.
- I told you not to call here.

- As I thought. He has a mistress.
- It's not true.

I'll expect you at 7.30 pm tomorrow.

We can talk once the classes are over.

Your volcanic temperament
makes me nervous.

See you tomorrow, Mr Dandieu.
I'll be expecting you.

What do you think? Shall we ask him
to explain his mysterious rendezvous?

It's my business.
I'll deal with it myself.

- Bye, Mr Florès.
- Goodbye.

I may be late.
I have another lesson to teach.

Oh, it's you. Just a second.

See you later, my love.
Lots of kisses.

Yes, I love you.

I'm leaving. Will you be
dining at home this evening?

- No, I'm going out.
- Fine.

Come in.

Daniel, you've come to ask
for money, I suppose.

Bad timing, I'm expecting someone.

- Do you have your lesson vouchers?
- Yes, madame.

Hey, put this notice up before you go.

WANTED: FEMALE DANCE TEACHER

So she didn't pay you for your overtime?

It's like getting blood from a stone.
I'll try again tomorrow.

- Is that the guy who came yesterday?
- That's him.

- Maybe I should stop him.
- Go on.

- Can I help you?
- I've an appointment with Mme Florès.

Very well. I'll let her know.

Madame Florès. There's a gentleman
who says he has an appointment.

I'll send him up, but I thought...
It's the man who came yesterday.

Very well.

Mme Florès is expecting you.

- What are you doing here?
- And you?

What are you doing with that gun?
Where's your mistress?

- She's never been my mistress, I swear.
- Then tell me what you're doing here.

I came for dance lessons.
I wanted to surprise you.

It's not the time for questions.
I've enough on my plate.

- Help!
- Quiet!

Give the keys to Mme Florès
so she can lock up.

OK.

It was you! You killed her!

- Mme Florès!
- Hervé...!

Mme Florès!

Mme Florès, I'm leaving now.

Shall I leave the keys on the table?

Good evening, Mme Anita.
I'll see you tomorrow.

He's gone, and we're safe.
We'll wait a while before we go.

I'm in a terrible position.

I swear I didn't kill her.

She was already dead
when I entered the room.

I found her there, next to the phone.

She must have been killed
a few minutes before I came in.

Don't you believe me?

Yes, darling, I believe you.

But I was watching the door
and no one came in here except you.

Maybe there's another door?
Take a look.

There is no other door.
Isn't that odd?

I don't understand it either.

The Mystery of the Yellow Room.
No one went in, no one came out.

Unless... Unless he got out
through the window! That's it!

There's no window!

Don't look at me like that!
I didn't kill her!

Hurry! The murderer
is still in the building!

- What is it?
- Murder!

Yes, Florès Dance School,
10 rue du Foire.

Just after the public park.

Come on, we have to go.

This way! Hurry!

Who could have imagined such a thing?

I'm devastated!

- Have you got all the photos?
- Yes, Inspector.

Take away the body.

- Goodbye, Inspector.
- Goodbye, doctor.

Fine, you may go.

Should I send the pupils away?

As you wish. It's not my business.

What shall we do?

I'm incapable
of giving a lesson today.

Who could dance in such circumstances?

But if the pupils are here, carry on.
We must be strong.

I have to leave, I have a meeting.

The dentist is busy but he'll see you
as soon as possible.

You say you didn't kill her
and I believe you but...

Daddy! He's got enough
on his plate as it is!

But how did you get mixed up in this?

- You shouldn't have gone to that club.
- It's all my fault.

If we hadn't argued,
he'd never have met that woman.

Don't you know
you could be arrested any minute?

- What?
- Hervé's in all the papers.

- Impossible.
- You are!

"The murderer: A fit man aged 30-35

blue eyes, brown hair, good looking,
wearing a grey suit,

escaped police
by fleeing over the rooftops."

- That's amazing.
- What?

- We got out through the gardens.
- She's right.

The man who went over the roof
must be the murderer.

The mystery is solved. The murderer
shot her through the air vent.

To think the police could be
following a false trail!

We have to do something.

Perfect! That's enough tango.

Time to look at the other dances.

That's an interesting vent.

You think so?

It's an air vent.
There's one in every studio.

- Is it easy to clean?
- Sorry?

I mean, for cleaning.

It's hard to reach.
How do you get up there?

I've no idea.
I've never even thought about it.

This mambo is a great favourite
with our pupils.

- You have a very good technique.
- Really?

I've never seen that step.

I just do it any old way.

What hair! What legs! What a waist!

The lady's here to apply for the job.

I think we can take her on trial.

I think that's an excellent idea.

- What's your name?
- Fernande.

- You're not afraid of work?
- Not at all, I love dancing.

Good.
You'll have plenty of opportunity.

One, two, three, four...

No! One, two, three, four, together.

- I'll never get it.
- You will.

One, two, three, four.

It's not bad for your first lesson.

Practise in front of the mirror,
I'll be watching.

Go on, carry on!
One, two, three, four!

After you, Inspector.

Hello, Inspector.

Don't let us disturb you.
Carry on.

We've got all the names.
None of them match the description.

- He's not a pupil.
- Probably not.

What...?

One, two, three, four...

Who is that young lady?

- A new teacher.
- Why didn't we interview her?

She only started the job this morning.

I've asked for an office to be made
available to us on the ground floor.

- Sorry to disturb you.
- You didn't disturb me at all.

You've got a fan.
She couldn't take her eyes off you.

Really? I didn't notice.

- I love be-bop, don't you?
- Yes.

One more time? We still have 15 minutes.

- Aren't you a bit tired?
- Not at all.

Rest for a minute.
I'll be right back.

Where are you going?

- Is your lesson over?
- No, I've 15 minutes left.

- Go back to your studio.
- I haven't had a rest all day.

You can rest in your lunch hour.
Get back to work.

There you are!

You're a bit jumpy today.

Even dentists have worries, madame.

- It's your wife.
- At last. Excuse me.

Virginie? Where are you?

I'm in Anita Florès's studio.
I've got a job as a teacher.

- You're crazy! Come home!
- Please, don't shout.

Do you think I want to be here?
My feet are killing me.

I'm almost sure that the murderer
shot her through the vent.

I'll call you back later.

Virginie!

It's no laughing matter, madame.

- Are you there, boss?
- I'm here.

- How was your walk on the roof?
- Nothing new to report.

After he was surprised by the barman,

the murderer got down
via the service stairs next door.

Nice place this, isn't it?

The barman said Mr Florès came up here
to watch the girls in the shower.

Lucky guy!
Plenty of pretty girls here.

- Did he look through here?
- It's nothing to do with our inquiry.

Come on, this way.

- Have you talked to the Inspector?
- No.

You must!
They'll never find him otherwise.

No, I can't.

If I talk to the Inspector,
he'll know my wife told me

and I must keep that quiet.

I've got a better idea. Look.

An anonymous letter giving the Inspector
the name of the man he's looking for.

Excellent idea. Give it to me.

The Inspector's at lunch. He'll find it
on his desk when he comes back.

What have we got to lose?

Excuse me, Inspector,
I've taken over your office.

I didn't think you'd be back
from lunch so quickly.

Excuse me.

- It's very bad...
- What's bad?

...to eat lunch too quickly.

I know, but in this job
one's always in a hurry.

- Are you married, Inspector?
- Widowed.

Widowed?

Have you lost something?

My glasses.
I'm sure I left them on the desk.

Your glasses...

Here they are.

You're very imposing in glasses.
It changes you completely.

You look much more serious.

If I'd met you in the street,
I'd never have guessed your job.

I'd always imagined police inspectors
to be much older

and much less attractive.

- I'd have liked to be an Inspector.
- Really?

I read a lot of detective novels
and I almost always guess the murderer.

Come in!

If you don't need me again,
I'll be leaving.

I will be needing you later.

I wasn't due to work today.
I'm rehearsing a show.

You can rehearse later,
I won't keep you long.

- You asked for me?
- Yes. Sit down and I'll be with you.

I'll call for you later. Please leave.

- Me too?
- You too.

- So, you're maintaining your position?
- I don't understand.

This morning you said
you had no knowledge

of your wife's...
extra-curricular activities.

- You didn't know about the blackmail?
- Blackmail?

That's impossible.
I've never heard anything about that.

I've just about had
enough of these cops.

- Wasn't the Inspector rude to me?
- Yes, I noticed.

You know something? I think
he suspects you're the murderer.

Everyone knows who the murderer is.

The man who had an appointment,
who came and caused a row.

No, it wasn't him.

Apparently, that's a false lead.

Don't tell the Inspector I said so.

- That's incredible. Are you sure?
- Absolutely.

- Of course, I should know.
- Really?

The Inspector told me.

The murderer shot Anita
through the air vent in the studio.

That's extraordinary.

You think the Inspector suspects me?

No, he suspects everyone.
You, Mr Florès, Daisy...

The barman.

But the barman rang the police.

What does that prove?
It was a set-up.

I can understand why they suspect
Mr Florès and Daisy. They had a motive.

- Really?
- I don't know, probably.

I had no motive. I wasn't her lover
and I didn't stand to inherit.

- I know why he suspects me.
- Why?

- Because of my morals.
- What are your morals?

- Don't tell me you hadn't noticed?
- Not at all.

That's the way it is.
I don't like women.

- Not at all?
- Not at all, I swear.

You're very pretty and very nice.

But I don't want to kiss you.

- No?
- I'd have to force myself.

- I haven't offended you?
- Of course not.

I understand.
Everyone's free to do what they like.

You should have seen the Inspector

when he found out
I work at the Fétiche Bleu.

What's that?

A club that's not at all
suitable for young ladies.

- Sounds great!
- You're great too.

- Go on!
- I don't want to.

Going in there would be madness.
Let's go home and wait for Virginie.

There's no danger.
You've never been to the school.

No-one will suspect you,
so you can ask for lessons.

You think I feel like dancing?

My daughter and I
are in an impossible situation.

I wouldn't be at all surprised
if you had murdered that woman.

You could at least
have left me out of it.

We never intended to involve you.

We knew you'd never help us out
if we were in trouble.

Don't you know
it's illegal to double park?

Do you have your driving licence?

One, two, one, two, three...

Mr Florès, the Inspector
wants you in his office.

- You two try dancing together.
- I can't keep interrupting lessons.

Impossible! I'll come right away.

- They've found their man.
- Impossible!

He's in the Inspector's office.
We just need to identify him.

Carry on with the lesson.
I'll be back.

Take a good look
before you say anything.

Remember this is a murder case.

Any accusation
will be a very serious matter.

Bring him in.

What's this about?

I was picked up at Orly.
I wasn't allowed to change.

Would you take off your cap, please?

- Well?
- It's not him.

- And you?
- It's not him.

Do you recognise him?

No, I've never seen him before.

Very well, you may leave.

You can stay.
I have some questions for you.

Don't think you've got away with it.

Just because you've not been identified
doesn't make you innocent.

I don't know what you mean,
but you're utterly charming.

- What are you doing here?
- I want to tell you something.

Mr Florès is looking for you
to finish the lesson.

I haven't stopped dancing all day.

I'm only human after all.

Wait for me there.

Sorry to have kept you, but
in view of your unusual relationship...

...your unusual relationship
with the victim,

we wanted to verify your alibi.

Relationship?

I met that woman three times,
but only because I had to.

I never liked Mme Florès.

That's why I called you in.

If I hadn't been in New York
at the time of the crime,

you might have arrested me.

We don't arrest people so easily,
you can be sure of that.

Goodbye, mademoiselle.

This mambo is very slow. It will be
much easier for a beginner like you.

No, monsieur! Learning to dance
requires a little concentration.

I can't imagine why you came.

If you don't listen to my instructions
you won't make any progress.

We're going to start again
with the mambo.

Put your weight on one foot,
then on the other.

Don't be afraid to exaggerate the hips.
We can correct that later.

No, watch...

At last! And about time.

So you're back.
I told you not to leave your studio.

- I had to teach this gentleman for you.
- I'm very sorry.

I can continue the lesson,
if monsieur doesn't mind.

In view of the stage I'm at,
I don't mind changing teachers.

In fact, I'd prefer it.

I see. Perfect, as you wish.

Let's carry on.

- You're crazy to come here!
- Your idiot husband forced me.

He's in a terrible state.
You must come home!

I won't come home
until I find the murderer.

What you just told me is incredible!

- Is the young woman back in her studio?
- Yes, she's there.

Ridiculous! I never said the mystery man
was not the murderer.

Nor did I say I suspected you
or the other teachers.

And as for suspecting the barman,
that's ridiculous.

I thought I should tell you.
This matter of the air vent...

- Isn't it rather strange?
- Indeed it is.

- It's not your husband's name.
- What?!

"The murderer is Gérard Lalemand."

I can't believe it!
Can it really be true?

Could I speak to you for a moment,
mademoiselle?

Inspector, I have some important news.

I think we've got him this time.

Come this way.
I think we're being watched.

Listen, mademoiselle...

Hello.

Listen to me, Inspector.

The murderer is Gérard Lalemand
of 59, Avenue de Versailles.

What do you say?

I've been very patient with you
but that's enough.

But I thought you were so sweet.

I wish you'd talk sense
but all you do is talk rubbish.

- Really?
- For example, you say the murderer

is not the man seen next to Mme Florès.

Exactly! The murderer shot her
through the vent.

Let me show you.

I see she's told you
her version of the crime too.

She'll end up driving us all mad.

I was just examining the vent.
It's as good a theory as any other.

Tests show the shot was fired
at point-blank range.

- The murderer was in this room.
- Are you sure?

Absolutely. Our experts
never make a mistake.

The Mystery of the Yellow Room.

There is no Yellow Room Mystery
in this case.

She's determined to have a mystery
when there isn't one.

There you are. Where's Virginie?

I've waited an hour.
Why should he be seen before me?

- It's an emergency.
- I'm an emergency!

I'm his father-in-law.

But what's it to do with you?
Wait your turn and you'll be called.

- So where is Virginie?
- Still at the school.

- She refused to leave.
- So you can't be relied on.

What a cheek! You don't realise
the risk I ran by going in there.

I had to dance the mambo
for over an hour, at my age,

and in front of the Inspector,
who thought I was an old goat.

Tell the dentist I'm never coming back.
My appointment was at 4 pm!

Virginie is stubborn,
she's determined to prove you innocent.

She discovered a cupboard
where they keep records.

It's so small, the murderer
could never have hidden inside it.

What are you doing?!
I won't! Help!

- Help! Let me out!
- Why are you shouting like that?

- I didn't hurt you, did I?
- I won't go into the cupboard!

Help!

Are you mad? Look what you've done!

- You horrid little telltale!
- She tried to shut me in there!

That's enough! You were on trial
but we shan't be keeping you on.

- Are you quite sure?
- You can ask the witness yourself.

- It must be a mistake.
- The descriptions don't match.

The man who fled over the roof is
not the same as the man in the studio.

Instead of one suspect, we have two.
That's perfect.

Bring me the new dance teacher.

- The pin-up?
- Yes. I have several questions for her.

She's been making fun of me.

Do you think so? She seems very sweet.

- She's been chatting you up too?
- We just talked a little.

- The young lady has just left.
- What?

- Has she gone?
- I sacked her.

The pupils complained about her.

She shouldn't be hard to find.
What's her name?

She told me her name was Fernande.
That's all I know.

You employ people
without even asking their name?

She was on trial. I'd have got her name
if I'd given her the job.

I bet it was a false name.
She doesn't look like a Fernande.

The hussy tricked us.

- Hello?
- Is this Mr Lalemand's residence?

- Yes, speaking.
- I'm phoning on behalf of Anita Florès.

On behalf of Anita Florès.

Yes, I heard you.
On behalf of Anita Florès.

I can reveal important information
about her murder.

But we must meet face to face.

Whenever you like.

I would invite you here, but it might
be better to meet in a café.

Thank you, Clémence. And don't forget
to close the door. There's a draught.

Very good, sir.

Shall we meet in Versailles Bar
in half an hour? It's near your house.

- I'll be there.
- How will I recognise you?

I have blue eyes,
and white hair in a crew cut.

I'm sure to recognise you.

9.30 pm at the Versailles Bar.
See you there.

I forbid you to go and meet him.

Dry your feet!
There's water everywhere!

I've a bad feeling about it, don't go.

I won't be in any danger.
He doesn't know me.

- And don't wear that dress!
- Yes, I will.

You don't like it, but I do.

It's grotesque,
it's completely indecent.

- That's why I'm wearing it.
- So this man can see your breasts?

It won't do any harm
in the circumstances.

- You could go completely naked.
- I'd love to.

When I'm naked,
I lose all my inhibitions.

You can't understand,
you're not a woman.

It's not easy being a woman.

Men are so much stronger.
We have to use our own little weapons.

Yours aren't so little, darling.

Give me a hand.

- Hello?
- Mr Dandieu?

- I'd like to see you, Mr Dandieu.
- What about?

I was a close friend of poor Anita.

You were due to give her 500,000
to get your photos back?

You foolishly refused to pay.

Now the police are looking for you
and the price is going up.

Tell the police and go to hell!
I didn't kill Anita!

If I were you, Mr Dandieu, I think...

Carry on, my friend.
It's very interesting.

Hello?!

You were on the roof after the crime.
The witnesses saw you.

I didn't kill her.

Be careful. Your blackmail business
is going to cost you dear.

Mr Dandieu did it, not me.

How are you so sure?

Because I was there.

I knew Anita was due to get the money.

She always tried
to cheat me out of my cut.

So I hid above her studio
to watch him hand over the money.

And for once,
Anita had an unlucky break.

When I got there, the dentist
was already cleaning his gun.

- You didn't shout or do anything?
- She was already dead.

What would be the point of shouting?

I realised I was in danger
and so I scarpered.

You tried to profit from the situation.

I wanted the money.

You won't need money now.
Prison life doesn't cost a thing.

It's you! What a fright you gave me!

- Take your sunglasses off.
- I don't think your man's coming.

It's not looking good.

A guy called and threatened
to tell the police about me.

I tried bluffing and it seemed to work.
He hung up immediately.

But I'm still worried.

Did someone here have an appointment
with a Lalemand?

Mr Lalemand? That's me.

He won't be able to make it.

- He didn't leave any other message?
- No madame.

Thank you.

That's odd.
I was sure he wouldn't come.

Sorry I took so long to open the door.

I always lock up when I'm here alone.

What a lovely portrait!

I recognised it immediately.
It's Mr Lalemand, isn't it?

Yes... I served Mr Lalemand
for over 40 years, mademoiselle.

I had an appointment with him earlier
but he wasn't able to come.

- Why are you looking at me like that?
- Because...

- Because what you say is impossible.
- Why is it impossible?

Because... Mr Lalemand
is dead, mademoiselle.

He's been dead for three years.

I don't understand. I spoke to him
on the phone and made an appointment.

You must have spoken to Mr Gérard,
poor Mr Lalemand's son.

His son? So why did he give me
a description of this portrait?

That's the way he is.
He has no respect.

Not even for his father's memory.

I don't know Mr Gérard,
but it would seem he doesn't like you.

He'd like to see me dead.

I know far too much, mademoiselle.

Yes, I heard he planned to let you go,
and since I'm looking for a job...

Look elsewhere.

Mr Gérard is a swine.

Now he's going to be rich,
he wants to get rid of me.

Rich?

He's due to inherit 50 million,
that's all I know.

So he won't need to work any more?

Not that he did much work.
He changed jobs all the time.

- He even changed his name.
- Really?

At one time, Mr Gérard
decided to go into the theatre.

Apparently, he's a very good dancer.

But in reality,
the theatre was just a pretext

to meet other young men like him.

Young men with the same kind of morals,
if you know what I mean.

Yes, I do. But I'd like to know...

Excuse me.

Hello? Yes, sir...

That's right,
the girl who's taking my place.

I would have preferred monsieur
to have told me personally...

What? But the girl told me...!

No, monsieur...

Yes.

Go away! You lied to me!

You made me talk! Go away!

I assure you, it's very important.
It's about the murder of Anita Florès!

Anita Florès is dead?!

She's dead! Go away!

Anita Florès is dead!

Go away!

Mr Florès? I have some questions
for you from Inspector Marchal.

- I'm his deputy.
- Yes, of course.

I wanted to ask you, do you know
a certain Gérard Lalemand?

No, I don't know him.

But you and your mistress sent us
an anonymous letter this afternoon.

The police are well-informed.

It's true, I accused him.

But I didn't know him.
My wife often talked about him.

I thought he was the murderer,
but I was mistaken.

I just wanted to help the police.

You knew Gérard Lalemand,

but perhaps he worked at the school
under another name?

- Daniel, for example.
- What?

It's not the police, it's a trap!

What does it mean?

Hello? He hung up.

Police.

- Mr Dandieu, please.
- There's nobody home.

Monsieur and madame are out.

Little hussy, she tricked us!

What are you doing here?

- I am Mr Dandieu's father-in-law.
- I see.

- You operate as a family, I take it?
- Leave us, Mathilde.

- I'm so glad you came, Inspector.
- Really?

I'm at the end of my tether.
I was coming to see you.

- You should have, Mr...?
- Decauville-Lachenée, industrialist.

Your silence puts you
in a very difficult position.

A scotch, please.

Thank you.

What are you doing here, Mme Dandieu?

You can't scare me, you know.

What would you do if I told the police
you stole money from my bag?

Please, don't tell.
I'm married with three children.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the Fétiche Bleu.

Do you know a man
called Gérard Lalemand?

- I've never heard the name.
- He murdered Anita Florès.

...the very charming Danielle.

- Is that Daniel?
- Yes. He does a transvestite turn.

Daniel's not his real name,
it's Gérard Lalemand.

You're not in bed yet?
What's wrong?

Your father-in-law
is in the sitting-room.

Sorry, I didn't know you were coming.

I must speak to you,
it's very important.

- Where's Virginie?
- At the Fétiche Bleu.

She found out Gérard Lalemand
didn't like women

and deduced he killed Anita.
Don't try to understand.

You don't look well.
You should go home to bed.

I have some very bad news for you.

Go ahead. I can take it.

It's like this...

- There was a witness to the murder.
- What?

Yes. A witness who saw the whole thing.

The witness saw the murderer
kill Anita Florès?

- Yes.
- You call that bad news?

But it's a miracle, you idiot!
I'm so happy!

They know who did it
and I'll be cleared!

Let me give you a hug.

I love you, Albert!

- Who are you?
- Inspector Marchal.

- Swine! You accused me!
- You're being very unfair.

He's tried to persuade us
of your innocence.

That's not hard,
since there's a witness to the murder.

Not to the murder, unfortunately.
We wanted to see your reaction.

Your father-in-law had the idea,
and I could hardly refuse.

Albert, is it true you did that?

I always thought you were innocent.

You're not allowed backstage.

It's all right, she's a friend of mine.

All right.

Good evening. Have a seat.

Excuse me, I have to get ready
for my next number.

- Are you well?
- Very well.

I'm sorry you didn't make our meeting.

We had a meeting?

I called you earlier
and you gave me a false description.

I went to your house
and your maid told me everything.

I know everything, Mr Lalemand.

- What did you call me?
- Gérard Lalemand.

- My name is Daniel.
- That's what you call yourself.

You women are complicated.

If my name's Daniel,
why the devil call me Gérard?

Because Gérard's your real name.

Your father forbade you to go into
the theatre, so you changed your name.

And you chose Daniel.

Nonsense. I've always been Daniel.

My father tours the provincial theatres,

so I hardly needed his permission
to become an actor.

All he asks is that I lend him
money now and again.

- He didn't die three years ago?
- He's still around, unfortunately.

- That's terrible.
- You're telling me.

Especially since he started drinking,
which doesn't help.

Don't look so worried.
You'll find Anita Florès's murderer.

I'd like to think so
but I'm no longer so sure.

You're disappointed
because I'm not the murderer.

If I don't find him,
my husband will be arrested.

Really? And you have reasons
to believe this Lalemand is guilty?

Absolutely. You can't imagine
what his maid told me.

If I were you,
I'd do everything to find him.

The fact that he's avoiding you
is a good sign.

- Maybe he's back home by now.
- Maybe.

I've got nothing to lose, after all.

Be careful. At this time of night,
in a dress like that...

I don't have to worry.
Apparently he doesn't like women.

- Sorry...
- Don't worry, I don't mind.

- Daniel, you're on.
- I have to go on stage.

It was nice to see you.

I think you're very sweet.
It's true, I like you.

You're the first woman
who's given me regrets.

Has he got long to go?
I've a few questions to ask him.

He's nearly finished.

- It's me again. Is monsieur at home?
- No. I'm begging you, go away!

- What's wrong, Clémence?
- It's the young lady who came earlier.

Show her in.

What?! Are you Gérard Lalemand?

I'm sorry that I couldn't
make our appointment.

I was called to Orly
on urgent business.

Go to bed, Clémence.
We shan't be needing you.

She's completely crazy.

She was in a terrible state
after you told her Anita was dead.

Was your maid a relation
of Anita Florès?

Absolutely not...

Anita Florès was my father's mistress.

I see... Was Anita Florès
already married at that time?

Of course,
to that despicable pimp, Florès.

Did you know that Mr Florès immediately
thought you'd killed his wife?

That doesn't surprise me.
He doesn't have much imagination.

Anita's death is rather
convenient for you, isn't it?

It seems you're to inherit 50 million.

No. The 50 million
have been mine for three years.

- Really?
- Yes.

My father had principles.

He would never have disinherited
his son in favour of his mistress.

So I inherited the 50 million.

Anita was to receive the interest
on that money for her life-time.

You might say the money's no use
if I can't touch it,

and I would agree entirely.

Even so, I didn't kill her.

No doubt I had every reason to,
but I didn't kill her.

Why are you so nervous?

What are you afraid of?

Afraid?

What should I be afraid of?

You, perhaps?

You're so pretty.

You found a way of getting rid of
Anita Florès without taking any risks.

And I'm going to find out how!

- May I answer the phone?
- Of course.

- Hello?
- Is that you, Gérard?

Why are you calling so late?

Things aren't looking good.
The thing we most feared just happened.

- Really?
- Your maid spilled the beans.

Soon the police will connect us.

I told you to get rid of that woman.

That witch is the only one who knew
and now she's blabbed it.

Not at all, Françoise.
It didn't even occur to her.

I was worried for a moment
but I've checked and everything's fine.

- You think so?
- You're wonderful, Françoise.

You always get worked up about nothing.

Relax! I'm telling you,
there's nothing to worry about.

There's someone here at the moment,
so I'll have to call you later...

You swine! You made me squawk
and the maid hadn't said anything!

Don't worry, your mate can take
the rap too, just like you wanted.

Why did I believe scum like you?

The photographer who saw everything
was a lie too?

We had to make you talk somehow.
Take him away.

You dirty swine!

Run, Gérard! I landed you in it
and the cops know everything.

Still here?
We've come to see Mr Lalemand.

- Where is he?
- Over there.

See to him.

- You didn't kill him, I hope?
- I thought it best to knock him out.

He was acting strangely on the phone,
saying, "my little Françoise".

His maid said he didn't like women
so it was fishy.

It doesn't take much for you
to knock someone out.

But I was right,
it was his accomplice on the phone.

And his accomplice is Daniel.
He killed Anita

so his boyfriend
could inherit the 50 million.

That woman is crazy, Inspector.

My friend Françoise Ranchon phoned me,
you can check.

Françoise was calling you
from my deputy's office.

Get your things.
You're coming with us.

- As for you, Mme Dandieu.
- Yes, Inspector?

Your husband's innocent,
you don't have to turn on the charm.

I'm not any more.

I wanted to ask you,
how did Daniel kill Anita?

- You haven't worked it out yet?
- No.

Think about it for a moment.

When your husband arrived
at the dance school,

the murderer was watching him
from a window.

Daniel had long been waiting
for such an opportunity.

He'd seen your husband threaten Anita
in front of witnesses.

He knew Anita had another
appointment with him at 7.30 pm.

It's you, Daniel.

Daniel had only a few minutes
to execute his plan.

The plan enabled him to get rid of Anita

and pin the murder on someone
with every reason to kill her.

So she didn't pay you
for your overtime?

It's like getting blood from a stone.
I'll try again tomorrow.

Is that the guy who came yesterday?

When your husband arrived,

Daniel made sure all the witnesses
thought Anita was still alive.

Madame, a gentleman
says he has an appointment.

I'll send him up, but I thought...
It's the man who came yesterday.

Daniel had come up
with a sort of perfect crime.

Especially as he was the only one

who seemed to have
no reason to kill her.

You worked it out yourself?

Of course, darling.

Is that really true?

No, it's not true.
The inspector told me!

Do you love me?

- No one but me?
- No one but you.