All language subtitles for A.double.tour.1959.ENGLiSH.dTV.XViD

WEB OF PASSION

Getting a good look?

Get dressed!

Mornin', Miss Mortoni.

You're up very early.

I work better in the morning.

Another beautiful day.

I'll be off.
Thank you, Miss Mortoni.

Have a nice day.

- Finished exposing yourself?
- Drop dead.

Mrs. Marcoux, the old bag,
is a pain in the ass.

Alfred says hello to the missus.

Arthur says hello to the missus.
Jules says hello too.

Everyone says hello
to the missus.

You're much prettier
than the missus.

- Need a hand?
- No.

It's not a problem.

Thanks anyway.

- So you don't need my help?
- At all.

I'd love to help you.

Then go ahead,
you're the missus' son.

"Alfred says hello
to the missus."

Excuse me.

- You smell good, Julie.
- It's dishwater.

It's intoxicating.

Mr. Richard, you'll miss Mass.

- What?
- It's getting late.

I've got five minutes.
I'll finish this stack.

Mr. Richard!

Your mom is expecting you.
Don't make her angry.

Julie...

- Ready?
- Yes.

- Hurry, we're late.
- Are you going?

Of course.

I thought your "fiancé"
was coming here.

- Won't you wait?
- I'll see him later.

God comes first!

I approve of your choice.

Laszlo is a very nice guy.

Except that he needs
to be dry-cleaned.

Is he a good kisser?

Come on, we're late.

He touches you, he...
Well, you know what I mean?

How do you feel
when he squeezes you tight?

Sex can be so enjoyable.

Watch out!

Hi there!

Anybody home?

Anybody home?

- Anybody home?
- Coming!

- Where's the missus?
- At Mass.

- And the miss?
- At Mass with Mr. Richard.

- And the mister?
- He'll be right down.

Oh, Julie.

- Oh, Julie!
- What?

Fix me something.
I'm hungry!

- Whose knitting?
- The missus.

You'll undo all the stitches!

- How are you, Laszlo?
- Hello, Henri.

- Been waiting long?
- No, I just arrived.

Just do my room,
then you can go.

Yes, sir.

My poor Laszlo...

It's always the same.

While they're at Mass, I'll
slip out secretly to see Leda.

That's terrible.

I know, but what can I do?

- Ditch your wife.
- Don't start that again.

Do you think she's beautiful?
Do you think she's smart?

- Not as foolish as you'd think.
- Do you think she's nice?

Generous? Pleasant?

Affectionate? Unselfish?

You must think she's funny.

Go get your suitcase.
I'll wait.

- You know that's not possible.
- Really? Why?

Because of all this.

Leaving Thérèse would mean
leaving this house,

my children,

a comfortable income,

my vineyard...

You'd rather stay
for a few bottles of wine?

The rest isn't worth
talking about.

If Élisabeth marries me,
as I'm hoping,

she'll be leaving anyway.

And you'll find another job.

Truth is, it wouldn't hurt you
to miss a few meals.

- It builds character.
- That's harsh.

No, you're a sucker.

Fine way to speak
to your father-in-law.

You deserve it.

What does Leda think
of all this?

Leda's left it for me to choose.

She never speaks of it.

Your wife would nag plenty.

Laszlo...
I'm afraid of the unknown.

- That's obvious.
- I'm 45.

Try to understand.

If I suddenly found myself
without anything...

What do you have to lose?

I would've chucked it all
ages ago.

- Even Élisabeth?
- Even Élisabeth,

if I were her father.

I'm tired.
Let's change the subject.

- How's business?
- Oh, go to hell.

Excuse me, I'm late.

- Say hi to Leda.
- Thank you.

See you later.

Julie.

I told you I'm hungry.
Where's my breakfast?

- I was busy.
- Then make it now!

I want boiled eggs, toast,

jam, goat cheese
and a cold chicken wing.

- Didn't you eat yesterday?
- I saved my appetite for today.

Enough talk!

I'm out of chicken.

Right!

Don't skimp on the portions.

- Is that so?
- I'll be waiting outside.

And bring me
a pitcher of rosé.

- Hello, Mother-in-law.
- What a hearty appetite!

I love to eat, drink and smoke.

And everything else,
all the vices.

- You're very amusing.
- Sit, we'll dig in together.

I have a comment to make.

You should say "eat,"
not "dig in"

when you're speaking
to your fiancée's mother.

OK, let's eat, then.

- How's your appetite?
- So-so.

- You drink wine in the morning?
- Yes, why?

No reason.

- Besides that, is everything OK?
- Yes, thank you.

- A little sip?
- What a question.

- Come on!
- Absolutely not.

- I never drink before lunch.
- OK, fine.

Congratulations on your eggs.

Grain-fed chicken.

You don't get that in Paris!

What joy!

The sunshine!

The air!

The perfume!

The hills, the trees, the birds.

These soft-boiled eggs!

What a charming young girl.

Thérèse, I believe in God.

What a lovely couple.

- Such a pretty picture.
- What is?

- You know.
- Be quiet.

- Why? What's wrong with...?
- Be quiet!

You should give up, Thérèse.

- So?
- Can't complain.

Must you really gloat
after seeing that creature?

She's my source of happiness.

No reason to inflict that on me.

- Let's change the subject.
- She makes you that happy?

- Look...
- Answer me!

Looking to make a scene?

- Don't mind me.
- His presence isn't a factor.

Then I hope the children are.

I'm going back to Leda's.

Excuse me.

Explain the situation to them.
You'll think of something.

They don't need to know
that I'm with "creature."

Father!

- How are you, Richard?
- Fine.

Hello, Dad.

Excuse me.
I'm just finishing breakfast.

What's going on?
You can hear a pin drop.

Maybe if you made
less noise eating...

Noise? Me?

Not that much.

That's making noise.

Now listen to the noise
when I drink.

- You're revolting.
- That was real eating noise.

- You poor child.
- No one can say anything here!

Henri, you'll be late.

I have a few minutes.

Where are you going?

- To Mass.
- Father's going to Mass!

I wouldn't want
to detain you, Henri.

- Why this act?
- What act?

You know exactly what I mean.
The whole world knows.

- Why hide it?
- Enough!

- Not in front of the children!
- It'd simplify everything.

Enough!
Nobody asked for your advice.

At least you know how I feel.

Come on, pack your bag, Henri.

- What did you expect from him?
- You don't understand.

Really?
I don't understand?

And this?
This wasn't malicious?

What man in his right mind
would do something like this?

Do you really
find him presentable?

You're so fastidious.

How can you put up with
his greasy sweater?

Do you like the way
he speaks to me?

It's his right to dislike me,

but how can you forgive what he
said while he was slobbering?

I don't get it.

He's pushing your dad into
the arms of that creature

and you accept all this?

Do you really expect him
to marry you?

My poor child.
I think it's something else,

and once he gets it,
he'll disappear.

Maybe he got it already!

Come in.

- Who's there?
- It's me.

- I'm coming.
- You're crazy!

I thought you figured
I was a boy.

That outfit
is absolutely stunning.

It's very becoming.

- What's wrong?
- I don't love you anymore.

- Is that a fact?
- I'm serious.

- What's going on.
- It's over, period.

And stop being so informal.

So I can only kiss you
if I'm formal?

I'm not joking, Laszlo.

Is your mother behind this?

I don't want to see you anymore!

Your mom's behind this for sure!

It's pointless to ask you
to speak to people with respect.

- I resent how you talk...
- "To my mother." Come on.

So what's going on?

It's because of what I said
at breakfast?

You just don't get it.

Because I spoke the truth?

No. Because of Leda.

You brought her here and pushed
her into my father's arms.

- It's your fault.
- No, it's not.

She arrived here first
and decided to live here.

Then I turned up and met you.
That's it.

It's not my fault
that your father fell for her.

But let me add
that I understand why he did.

Admit that
you've slept with her.

- No.
- You're lying.

I never lie.

- You approve of my father?
- Yes, absolutely.

I never want to see you again!
I want you gone by tomorrow.

Listen...

Sir?

- Two pastis.
- Yes, sir.

Vlado!
What are you doing here?

No, say it in French.
It's more polite.

- Walking around.
- You're broke, huh?

- If you only knew.
- Sit. I'll buy you a drink.

- Waiter!
- Yes?

Two more pastis.

- Wait... With croissants.
- With croissants.

Have you eaten?

Look...

See that?

What happened to my order?

So where's my order?

Waiter, bring two double pastis
and three triples.

Listen carefully to me.

Don't worry anymore about food.
You'll eat at my friend's.

They'll yell,
but what do you care?

I do care a little.

No...

Still...

Here.

- You're crazy!
- I said take it.

- Oh, no.
- Take it.

- I don't need it.
- Forget your foolish pride.

Great music!

Yes, great music!

I don't wanna
show up unexpectedly.

They're the parents
of my fiancée.

Well, sorta...

What are you thinking?

Daddy.

I'm also thinking of Daddy.

And Mom.

And Laszlo and you.

And about Leda Mortoni
and Julie.

I feel sorry for Laszlo.

I feel sorrier for Mom.

I'm very tolerant.
It's the 20th century.

I'm no prude.

Even when I'm at the beach...

Showing off my bra and panties
is worse than being nude.

- Yes, ma'am.
- The gardener complained.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Don't you wear a nightie?

It's too hot.

- And I don't have one.
- I insist you wear one.

Take one of mine.

- But I sleep alone.
- Precisely.

It'll make for
future good habits.

That young man who delivers
the milk every morning...

- It's you.
- Yes, I won't be long.

- Understand?
- Yes, ma'am.

Serve lunch in one hour.
Feeling better?

- Fine.
- Can I help?

- Stay out of it.
- I'm your wife, Henri.

"I'm your wife, Henri!
I'm your wife, Henri!"

Stop your theatrics.

- But we still sleep together.
- It makes me sick.

Do you want your freedom?

My freedom?
My greatest desire.

But are you serious?

Was that a truly serious offer?

Who's that?

Must be a friend of Laszlo's.

- Did you invite him?
- No.

Incredible! Laszlo bringing
guests without an invitation.

His Parisian friends are next.
I knew it!

There's enough for five,
so there's enough for six.

You mean his friend
is going to eat here?

- Why not?
- No way!

- Don't be vulgar.
- I'm going downstairs.

That young man can eat here
if he wants.

We have other concerns.
You spoke of my freedom.

Tell me more.

What'd you mean by that?

Not divorce, that's excluded.

- Not necessarily.
- It's excluded.

Listen, I could simply
seek a divorce.

Really?
That's impossible, Henri.

- Why?
- Henri...

If you left me for that girl,
you won't have a moment's peace.

I'd follow you everywhere.

And make a scene.
I'd insult you in public.

I wouldn't care
what people thought.

You couldn't go to a hotel.

Or to movie theaters
and restaurant.

You couldn't go anywhere.

Your life would be unbearable.

Face the truth, Henri.

Fine.

So what do you suggest?

- A deal.
- What kind?

You keep living here and you
see her whenever you want,

provided there's no scandal.

You can sneak into the woods
and kiss like the skunks do.

I haven't heard anything new.

- Isn't that right?
- No, wait.

And I'll leave you alone.

We'll never again discuss
your infidelities,

your indifference towards me,
your other life.

- You simply won't exist.
- That's better.

And in return...?

That's my business.

I won't let that redhead
deprive me of my home,

the security for which
I've struggled for 20 years,

my tranquility, my vineyards...

What people will do for wine!

Your reasons
matter little to me.

- What do you want me to do?
- Help me.

- How?
- Help save your daughter.

A grand purpose!
What are you hatching?

It's a purpose
well worth pursuing.

- Élisabeth'll be happy...
- What do you want?

She can't marry Laszlo.

- Screw you.
- What?

- Screw you!
- He'll ruin her life!

- I like Laszlo.
- Sure, he's useful to you.

What about the way he treats me?

- Shut up!
- He's a bum!

What does he do for a living?

- Élisabeth...
- That's quite enough!

I said no!

I won't break up
their relationship.

Shut up!

Listen, Henri.

Do as I say
or kiss your redhead good-bye.

And I swear to you
I'm not joking.

Either Laszlo leaves tonight
or you'll never see her again.

Just who do you think
you're talking to?

Considering what you are,
what you've done...

How dare you even mention Leda?

- Who gave you permission?
- I'm your wife.

No, you're nothing to me.

You make me want to puke.

You're hateful, ugly, stupid,

uncultured, hypocritical, mean,

old!

So old!

You're everything I hate.

- I hate you.
- I'm the mother of your kids.

Look at yourself!

You think you're beautiful?

My wife!
The mother of my children!

Look!
Think you're desirable?

Would any man want you?
Take a good look!

Leda is wonderful.

This morning,

we went for a walk
in the country.

Where are you going?

I have to run some errands
in town.

- Will you take me?
- No.

Why?

- Are you angry?
- A little.

Why, my love?

Tell me why.
I love you passionately.

Every moment away from you
is unbearable.

- Do you believe me?
- Yes.

I'm not really angry...

- Just a little sad.
- Sad?

So am I.

We'll run errands later.

Let's go for a walk, OK?

- Henri.
- Yes?

Do you love me?

Henri, do you think many people
are aware we...?

How is it called?

Some words I hate.

Do many people know
we're in love?

Not many.

- Who?
- I don't know.

Thérèse, Laszlo.

- That's all, as far as I know.
- And your children?

I don't think so.

What would you do
if they found out?

Nothing.

- If they tried to intervene?
- They can't.

You're so beautiful, my love.

I should always carry a mirror,

to reflect your beauty,
your body, your mouth,

your teeth, your nose,
your hair.

I'll never stop admiring you.

Then you'll understand
how I feel.

You'll feel sorry for me.

I've never asked you this...

What are your plans for me?

I can't help thinking
all of this will end.

Why "end"?

Don't make me mention
obvious things

about your wife, your children,

your home.

Things you can't easily
let go of.

That house, next to mine.
It's awful for me.

I have to see it every day...

No matter where
I try to look,

I can't stop looking at it.

It poisons my happiness.

You asked if I was angry.

It's not that at all.

I keep thinking about
the activity in your house.

I see you walking through the
rooms,

closing the doors,

telling your wife good night,

and going to bed.

We won't always be able to hide.

- I don't care.
- But it won't be easy.

The knowing smiles,
the silent stares.

You can't fight such things.

- We'll go away.
- Maybe. We'll see.

I'm happy, I can't help it.

Besides, our situation
isn't a first.

Others have found solutions.

Things will work themselves out.

- Aren't you happy right now?
- Yes.

Let's not think of anything.

Henri.

- So?
- Can't complain.

Must you really gloat
after seeing that creature?

She's my source of happiness.

Come on, pack your bag, Henri.

Leda! Come!

Why have you come back?

I'll explain later.

- What's wrong?
- I can't stand it anymore!

Don't be upset.
Go on, tell me everything.

Listen to me!

I know...

I don't have much willpower.

That much I know.

- Let's go to Aix.
- Why?

So it'll be out in the open.

I'm ready to leave Thérèse.

If we're seen together,
it will create a scandal.

Then I'll have no choice
but to end my marriage.

We'll kiss in front of
Mrs. Leveuf when she appears.

- Now!
- There she is!

I'll never stop saying
I love you.

Look who's here.

It's poor Laszlo.

We're plastered.

- Not a pretty sight.
- Really?

Meet my friend Vlado.

He's flat broke,
could you invite him for lunch?

Talk about direct.
My pleasure.

How do you do, madam?
Hello, sir.

The two of you,
together in public?

- What's the big deal?
- Don't even try.

I'll be clear.

Leda and I want to be seen.

Why?

To show that changes
are afoot for the Marcoux.

How wonderful!
Come, give me a kiss!

No, no!

Time to celebrate!

- Let's go to your house!
- Good idea!

What you've done is terrific!

Your daughter broke up with me.

- What?
- We'll fix that.

Smile, madam!
Happiness awaits!

Get your glasses ready!

It's beautiful, huh?
Leda did all this.

- She's very gifted.
- One has to earn a living.

Come on, have a drink.

No, I'm already drunk!

Drink, I said!

- My friends, I'm so happy!
- So am I.

So you leave tomorrow?

Yes, I'm packing my suitcase
this afternoon.

I mean it.

I have a bit of
a nasty character,

so I can't wait to see
the faces of certain people...

Let's start scheming.

How will you announce it
to the family?

Simply.

I'll say, "Good-bye Thérèse."

"Watch over the vineyards,
watch over the house."

"Let's split up the account.
I'm off."

That'll be fun!

To your health, Thérèse!

You're in bad shape,
my poor Laszlo.

Hey...

Idiot! You scared me!

You're beautiful.

I think I've been clear.

You got that right!

I'll go talk to Leda!

- Sure, go ahead.
- I'll tell her everything!

We're leaving anyway.

My poor Thérèse.

You can't do anything.

Your reign is over.

I feel sorry for you.

You poor old thing.

Time for me to go.

- Weren't you out?
- No, I was listening to music.

Thank you.

Wait for me.

Hey, wait for me.
Come on!

Wait for me.

I won't hurt you, I swear.

"Prizes awarded to star pupils
of the Music Conservatory.

"'You are the cultural yeast
of France, '

they were told by the director."

Leave me alone!
I'm already late.

You're crazy!

Do me a favor, sweetie.

What?

I left something
at Miss Mortoni's.

- Then go get it.
- I don't have a key.

- I'll lend you mine.
- No, no.

You should go.
You work for her.

I've no business being there.

Who'll serve lunch, you?

It's only for two minutes.

What did you forget?

Two bottles in the kitchen.

Fine, I'll do it.

But let go of me!

"Expelled from Marseilles,

"two saucy girls from
the Mediterranean coast,

"will not find refuge

"on the streets of Paris, for
there too they are not wanted.

"Yet negotiations have begun"

"between the Côte D'Azur
and the capital."

I know two cuties
who'd love to return to Paris.

But Article 6
of the new edict is draconian.

So, is the grub coming?

I hear you're hungry too.

I'm fine, madam.

- I'm used to it.
- Don't keep me waiting!

- Food!
- You're drunk, Laszlo.

Exactly!

Richard!
It's rude to read at the table.

- What?
- Not at the table!

- Lunch isn't served.
- I'll go see what's going on.

Meanwhile, let's sit down.

Yeah, OK.

Time to bring the roast.

What?

Someone has killed Miss Mortoni.

You're saying Miss Mortoni
is dead?

It's awful!
She's sprawled on the floor.

The place is a wreck.

She tried to fend off
the murderer.

You know she was murdered?

Everything there is upside-down.

It's horrible,
and she was so sweet.

Are you sure she's dead?

Don't go, Henri!

Henri, I forbid you to go!

Robert.

Get someone over there, please.

- Two sugars?
- Yes.

- Milk?
- No, not today.

- Are you feeling OK?
- Yes.

More or less.

Now the scandal is out.

What difference will it make?

I'm thinking of you
and your sister, dear.

Find the courage to endure
your father's faults.

He's still your father.
Don't judge him.

Of course, Mother.

I have to start my knitting
all over again.

- Like Penelope.
- That bum undid all my stitches.

I'll never abandon your father.

We'll get through this together.

- And if people scorn us...
- The inspector.

Be careful.

- Madam.
- Please, sit down.

Thank you.

- Care for a cup of tea?
- I never drink tea, madam.

I regret that this has to be
an official visit,

but as you know, a crime

is not a friendly occasion

to drink tea.

I know that this is
a painful case.

Unfortunately,
I can't hush anything up,

despite my great esteem
for your husband.

Be frank with me.

Would you like your son
to leave for a moment?

No, he knows everything,
he can stay.

Good.

Was your husband

on intimate terms
with Miss Mortoni?

Yes.

I can guess
what you thought of her.

What are the circumstances under
which she came to live here?

Many artists buy houses here.

I think she'd been living
in Japan,

where it seems
her father was a diplomat.

What was her reputation here?

Need I answer that?

You were her neighbor.
Any idea of her lifestyle?

Did she have many friends?

Well, there was my husband

and a certain Laszlo Kovacs,
whom she met in Japan.

God knows
what they did together.

Tell me about him.

Oh, that's easy enough.

He comes here often enough
to see my husband.

He was dating my daughter.

Truth is,
he makes himself at home.

I'll see him later.

I suppose he came to this
country with Miss Mortoni?

Yes.
She introduced him to Henri.

I gather you don't like him?

I'm not sure, Inspector.
He's an odd character.

I'll return later
to talk about your husband.

Inspector, do you think
there will be a scandal?

It's inevitable.

But you should have
nothing to fear.

At least I hope not, my dear.

That's ridiculous.

I'm only doing my job.

Where were you this morning?

- At Mass.
- So you were back early.

You know that the crime
occurred much later.

Just before the body was found.

Really?

In short, you're a suspect.
And you had a motive to kill.

You'll be in the hot seat,
my dear.

You hated Miss Mortoni,
isn't that right?

Not really, no.

Do you have any questions?

What can you tell us about
her boyfriend, Roger Tarta?

Richard,
I'd never hurt Laszlo.

I detest him, but if he's
not guilty, he shouldn't pay.

- Guilty or not?
- Don't say such things.

Mother, I said nothing.

Not a word.

It's ridiculous to suspect
poor Roger Tarta.

- They suspect you too.
- Don't be silly.

The inspector was joking.

He knows I couldn't commit
such a horrible crime.

- You think I could?
- Of course not.

But the inspector
has suspicions.

That's his job.

You went too far.

Accusing your mother!

Please, Mother...

What about Roger Tarta?

He couldn't have done it.

It was Laszlo, then?

She could've been killed
by an intruder.

As for your sister...

What?

Nothing.

Need anything, Father?

No.

- Father.
- Yes?

Is there anything
I can do for you?

I don't know what to say,
I'm terribly sad.

My sweet.

I have no more future.

No one. I'm finished.

What about me?

You'll leave me one day.

I hate your mother!

I know I shouldn't say that.

But I hate her.
I wanted to leave her.

Now I haven't the strength
to open the door and go away.

Maybe later?

Later?

You... Do you think...?

No, I don't think
I'll ever be able to forget.

Never. I'll never forget.
I don't want to!

How is that...?
Don't try to reason with me.

I just want...
Just love me.

- Love me a lot, Élisabeth.
- I love you, Daddy.

I didn't know that someone
could be so unhappy.

If I could get my hands on
the person who did this,

I'd tear him apart
and gouge his eyes out!

He murdered beauty.

That vermin.

That loser.

That louse!

He dared touch my Leda.

- Your mother could've...
- Father!

Shut up! Leda's dead.

The old one...

Are you happy now?

Leave this house at once.
You've no more business here!

I'll be interrogated here.

In any case,
you'll end up in jail

or with some fool
who'll agree to feed you.

Pack up and get ready to go.
Just some friendly advice.

- Why? I'm a suspect?
- That's all I'll say.

Everybody loathes you.

Get out, you bastard,

or I'll denounce you!

I have to see someone first.

You sure?

Madam! It's terrible!
They've arrested Roger Tarta.

- They won't detain him.
- Please do something.

What can I do?

Roger is incapable of doing...

Julie, don't worry.
I swear he'll be out soon.

- He's not responsible.
- Really?

- How do you know?
- I know.

- You're well informed.
- Indeed.

Yes,

I'm absolutely sure.

Wait for me here.

Élisabeth!

- I don't wanna see you.
- Listen, this is serious.

- Get lost.
- Listen, this is serious!

- I'm going to hurt you.
- What are you going to do?

I can't help it.
You're going to hate me.

I don't understand.

I'm asking for your forgiveness.
I love you.

Richard.

- Pleasing, isn't it?
- Very.

- It's my favorite Berlioz piece.
- Mine too.

What did you think of Leda?

Did you like her?

- Do you mean physically?
- Yes.

Beautiful.

Splendid.

And if she had been younger,

could you have loved her?

- No.
- Really? Why not?

I don't fall in love
that easily.

Besides,
I've never been in love.

Never? Strange.
Is there any reason for that?

There's no reason.

I just never fall in love,
period.

Explain it yourself.

What interest is it to you?

- It interests me.
- It interests you?

You don't like talking
about yourself, huh?

Yes and no.

Why discuss things I have
no thoughts on either way?

But are you as indifferent
when it comes to someone else?

Your father, for example.

You're a pain.

Listen...

You really can't understand
why your father loved Leda.

I told you I found her
very beautiful.

Beautiful enough to eat.

- Do you like music?
- Yes.

Listen to this passage.

- Extraordinary, isn't it?
- Indeed.

How's the inquest coming?

The chief investigator
is very thorough.

- It's stupid to suspect you.
- Why?

- Because you didn't do it.
- Only both of us know for sure.

- Meaning?
- I'll tell you later.

What do you think of your
father's liaison with Leda?

- What liaison?
- Stop pretending, Richard.

I'm on my guard right now.

Get lost!

No one wants you here,
not Elizabeth, not my mother.

You're trying to pin it on me.

- Why'd you kill her?
- Don't be so presumptuous!

What's gotten into you?
I don't understand!

- Go away!
- Why'd you kill her?

She was beautiful and kind.

- You bumped her off! Bastard!
- I didn't do anything!

You were in love with her!
Admit it!

- Go away!
- No. Tell me why.

Go away!

No. Love makes you do
strange things.

- I hated her!
- You're your mother's son.

- Don't mention my mother!
- Let's talk about your mother!

Come on!

You bastard!

It was you!

Why'd you kill her?
Tell me!

Why'd you kill her?

Richard!

If you tell me,
it'll stay between us.

I swear I won't tell the police.

Only your family will know.
I give you my word.

Did he hurt you?

- Go get the police!
- No!

- Get the police!
- Not the police.

- What are you saying?
- I don't want the police.

No police.

- Listen to me.
- You mean bully!

Listen to me a minute.

I'll close my eyes.

I don't want to see you.

I killed Leda.

I was in my bedroom.

I was listening to Mozart's
"Serenade in B Flat."

A record I bought yesterday.

I could hear you quarreling
next door.

You and Father.

I'm your wife, Henri!
I'm your wife!

"I'm your wife, Henri!"

Do you want your freedom?

My freedom?
My greatest desire.

But are you serious?

Was that a truly serious offer?

Who's that?

- Did you invite him?
- No.

Incredible! Laszlo bringing
guests without an invitation.

His Parisian friends are next.
I knew it!

There's enough for five,
so there's enough for six.

You mean his friend
is going to eat here?

- Why not?
- No way!

Don't be vulgar.

I'm going downstairs.

That young man can eat here
if he wants.

We have other concerns.
You spoke of my freedom.

Tell me more.

What'd you mean by that?

Not divorce, that's excluded.

- Who is it?
- It's me.

Come in.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

What do you want?

Just wanted to see
how everything's going.

So you see.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing?

Don't stand there like that.

All right.
See you later.

Well, well... Richard.

What are you doing here?

Good morning.

- I just came by to say hello.
- That's very sweet of you.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

- I was admiring...
- You like them?

Very much.

Not only are you beautiful,
but your talent is remarkable.

- Would you like a drink?
- Gladly.

You have beauty and spirit.

What do you lack?

One thing.

What?

I can't tell you.

- Have you been here long?
- A few minutes.

Why didn't I hear you come in?

Perhaps you were
in the bathroom.

I knocked a few times.

It doesn't really matter.

Wonderful view from here.

- Exactly the same as your house.
- Never noticed it from our home.

All right, Richard,
why did you come?

To say hello.

- Is that all?
- Yes.

I wanted to see you.

To tell me what?

Nothing.

I simply wanted to see you.

That's an odd notion.

Unfortunately,
I don't believe you.

You're wrong.

I very much wanted
to see you,

to hear you,

to see how you live...

To see who you are.

And what is your conclusion?

I've just told you.

Even if you were
the worst of women...

No, that's not it.

I don't know how to explain it.

Answering you makes me furious.

Tell me more.

Whoever thinks badly of you
is mistaken.

A thought that fills me
with despair, miss.

Why?

Because you're my enemy.

- Absolutely not, Richard.
- You are.

And you know why.

But seeing you

makes me realize that
it's wrong to be against you.

It's a error we've all made.

My mother loves me.
I love her.

But seeing you,

I realize that
she's not very pretty,

not very kind,

not very generous,

not very smart.

Would you put on a record?

Yes.

Choose one.

Listen.

This music makes you realize
that all other music is ugly.

Yes. And so?

Whoever doesn't like this music
is wrong, Leda.

I'm not sure I understand.

- But what do you mean?
- Please don't speak.

There's a passage
I'd like you to hear.

- I'm sorry, Richard, but...
- Do you like it?

- Please turn it off.
- Wait.

There's something
I want you to know.

- As much as I love this music...
- Be quiet!

You don't understand, Leda.

- I want to tell you I hate you.
- Leave, immediately!

You've turned my mother and me
into sordid insects!

I can't even look in a mirror.

When I have to look,
I stare at myself.

I study all the details
of my face, which is hideous!

I think of you,
of my mother.

When I look,
I don't see myself.

It's my mother!

I feel myself growing smaller,

tiny.

An insect!

I've changed.

I've become frightful!

My eyes are as pitiless
as the sun.

Everything on my face is vile!

Nothing can save it!

It's the face
of a living corpse.

It can express but horror.

A void!

Ugliness!

Leda...

You are going to die.

I came to kill you.

Leda!

My wife!
The mother of my children!

Look at yourself!
Think you're desirable?

Would any man want you?
Take a good look!

He's just delirious.
That scumbag beat him up.

Keep him away.
He doesn't need to know.

Trust me,
he won't say anything.

I'm sorry.

- Contact the police.
- No!

Are you crazy?

Your brother is sick
and you want him arrested?

- But if it's true...
- You have nothing to say!

Roger Tartan's going to prison.
It's not right.

- I'm getting the police.
- Laszlo, stop her! You promised.

- Really?
- Yes, I promised.

Never mind why,
but I promised.

- I hope you're just as bound.
- Thank you, Laszlo.

- But it won't be easy.
- Why?

You don't want to live
like a hunted animal?

It's up to you
and no one else!

No one can force me.

Tell the police
everything you told me.

- Do it on your own.
- No.

Listen, Richard.
You'll get off easy.

A sane man wouldn't commit
such a crime.

If you want peace,
give yourself up.

Be quiet, you bum.

You show up uninvited and now
you want to send my son to jail!

You have to do it, Richard.

- Do you agree?
- Yes.

- I'll do it, then.
- No!

- Where are the policemen?
- In Leda's house.

I'll go anyway.

Do you forgive me, Father?

I wish I could, but I can't.

If you go,
you're no longer my son!

What can we do for Leda?

Who should we tell?

No one.
She had no parents, no friends.

Translation: Épilogue