All language subtitles for Les.Enfants.Terribles.1950.(J-Pierre.Melville).720p.x264-Classics

Gerard,
have you seen Dargelos'?

Yes... I mean, I don't know.

You're a dirty thief!
Give it back!

Say it!

Confess right now!
I'll make you talk!

- It wasn't me!
- Talk!

It was too you!

There was snow that evening.

Pans of the school
were under construction

and became
a perfect battlefield for the boys.

Dargelos!

Dargelos, it's me!

- He's bleeding!
- Here comes the principal!

- Dargelos did it.
- That's not true.

Yes, sir.

You again - of course!

Come with me!

Beauty enjoys
immense privileges,

even from those
unaware of it.

The teachers
were fond of Dargelos.

The puzzling incident
deeply distressed the principal.

Paul, what's wrong'?
Tell us!

You tell us!

Nothing to tell.
We were throwing snowballs.

I hit him with one.
It must've been hard.

He went � Oh!" and fell over.

I thought he had a nosebleed.

Snowballs don't crush ribcages.

He hid a rock
in the snowball.

Is that true'?

Answer me!

He's coming to. Ask him.

- How do you feel'?
- Forgive me.

Don't apologize.

You're sick. You fainted.

- All I remember-
- What caused you to faint'?

A snowball hit me in the chest.

Snowballs don't hum that much.

That's all it was.

Your classmate says it had a rock in it.

Gerard's crazy.

You're crazy.

It was just a snowball. I was running.

I must have had an attack.

The principal was relieved.

The car's waiting.

One licorice wheel.

Come on.

You're going home.
It's nothing serious.

A snowball isn't serious, is it'?

Come on.

Don't bother, sir.
I'll see him home.

He already looks better.

34 rue du Rocher.

Young people imagine
the worst right away,

yet the worst
seems unreal to them,

since they're unable
to imagine death.

�Paul's dying. �

�Paul's going to die. �

He didn't believe it.

Paul's fake death
seemed the fitting end to a dream,

a snowy voyage
locked up inside the frost

lasting forever.

Without Paul,
the car would have been just a car,

the frosted windows
just frosted windows,

the snow just snow,

the firemen just firemen.

Would you like me to help'?

Want him to help'?

I'm not dead.
Help me and shut up.

Elisabeth.

Open up! It's us!

Open up! Paul's sick!

This is a trick.
Is this lie the truth?

Hurry!
He's shivering out here.

Good heavens!

We'd just gotten out of class -

You're always such a jerk!

Keep your voice down!
You want Mom to hear us'?

Darn it!

A dirty rat hit him
right in the chest with a snowball.

- A snowball?
- Well, not exactly.

Ikeeled over like a fool.
That's all.

That's great.

They have snow fights
while I play nurse

to my invalid mother.

My invalid mother!

I play nursemaid
while you play in the snow.

I bet you're the idiot
who dragged him into this!

Who'll nurse him'? You'?
Don't just stand there, nitwit!

My dear Lisbeth -

I'm not � your" Lisbeth!
Show some respect!

Gerard, don't listen to the old bag.
She's a pain.

Old bag'?

All right, you jerks!
You're on your own.

Nurse yourself.
This takes the cake!

This dope faints from a snowball,
and I'm silly enough to worry.

Watch this.
I've been practicing for two weeks.

- Sleeping, Mother'?
- Just dozing.

Paul has a sprain.
I put him to bed and called the doctor.

- Is he in pain'?
- Only if he walks.

He sends his love.
He's reading the newspaper.

- And the maid'?
- Same as always.

Are you asleep?

Leave me alone.

Charming!
You get lost while I work.

In their private jargon,

�getting lost�meant
they were playing their game.

They would say, �I'm about to get lost, �
or �I've gotten lost. �

You dog.

You're a dirty dog.

Let me take your boots off.

Your feet are freezing.

To disturb one who was playing
the game was an unpardonable sin.

I'll get a hot-water bottle.

Sit up. If you play dead,
I can't get this off.

Lift your arms.

This is their treasure chest.

The treasure in it
was indescribable.

The objects in the drawer
had lost their original significance

and taken on immense
symbolic meaning,

while to anyone else,
they were just junk.:

wrenches, tubes of aspirin,

aluminum rings
and hair curlers.

Now sleep, you idiot.

- Hello, Lise.
- Hello, Doctor.

Paul is sick.
A snowball hit him in the chest.

Where is he'?

I put him to bed in our room.

Hello, Doctor.

What's wrong, Paul'?

Leave us alone.
Hand me that thermometer.

Wait in the living room.

I'm going to listen to his heart,
and I don't like anyone watching.

Lise!

No need to worry.

There's no danger,
but it is serious.

His chest was already weak.
A light blow was enough.

Going back to school
is out of the question.

He needs rest, rest,
and more rest.

Good idea speaking of a sprain.
No use worrying your mother.

You're a big girl now.
I'm counting on you.

Call in the maid.

She's gone.

That's just great.

I'll send nurses in starting tomorrow.
They'll help with housework.

They'll buy what's needed,

and you'll be in charge.

Elisabeth never thanked anyone.

She was used to miracles,
so they came as no surprise.

She expected them,
and they never failed to happen.

I'll check on your mother.
Stay with Paul.

Darling.

- Have you gone mad'?
- Me'?

Yes, you pest!
Can't you let people sleep?

I'd like to sleep too.

But I take care of you, feed you,
and listen to that noise you make.

- What noise?
- A hell of a noise.

Idiot!

I had big news,
but since I'm an idiot, I won't tell you.

Keep your news to yourself.
I don't give a damn.

There was no embarrassment
between brother and sister.

Their room was a thick shell

in which they lived,
washed and dressed,

like two halves of one body.

What did the doctor say'?

You're not
to go back to school.

With a stab of pain
he imagined Dargelos,

who went on living
in some other world,

and saw his future
without Dargelos.

Lise, I don't feel well.

Great!
My leg's fallen asleep.

What do you want'?

I want you close to me,

by my bedside.

Now who's an idiot?

He cries when he's excused
from school.

Just think:
We'll be in our room all the time.

Nurses will come in.
The doctor promised.

I'll only go out
for water and stuff to read.

Are you scared'?

Do you like schoolwork?

Then what, darn it'?

Want to play our game'?

Blow your nose.

Look.

I'm hypnotizing you...

But sleep erased her efforts

with large black spokes

spinning like those
of a car in the snow.

Blow your nose
and go to sleep.

Dargelos...

I have evidence

that is not in your favor.

Your influence
on your classmates

is uncanny, in my opinion.

It's unhealthy-
but be that as it may.

Yet the fact is

you struck one boy
so hard that he's unable

to attend school.

I'm waiting for an explanation.

So what'?

- What?
- So what'?

I forbid you to speak
to me like that!

I'll speak anyway I want!

Do you grasp
the seriousness of your situation?

You're a pain in the ass!

Some pepper'?

Pepper'?

Help!

Schools have no death penalty,

so Dargelos was expelled

and the principal
was sent to the infirmary.

And then'?

He walked out
without a good-bye to anyone.

- You know his address?
- His kind never gives an address.

Then that's all
we have left of him.

Bring me the picture.

What's that'?
You sell hats now'?

It's for you.

How ugh/-

I like it.
You're not so dumb after all.

She hates violets.

But these are imitation.
I'll put them in water.

Ignore that freak
and bring me Athalie.

The high school

had staged Racine's Athalie
for a school celebration.

Dargelos had played
the female lead.

He looks like a tiger.

�Even for tiny birds
he doth provide.

His goodness nourishes nature
far and wide." Let me see.

In his finery, he looked
like a tragic actress from 1889.

He's got an ugly mug.

To each his own.
Into the treasure chest.

You could consult
with me first!

- We're consulting with you.
- Then speak!

He threw a snowball at me
and pepper at the principal,

and he got expelled.

Well, he's still got
an ugly mug.

Gerard, don't tire Paul out.

I must return to Mother
and supervise the nurses.

It's not easy.
They want to act on their own.

I can't leave them alone
for a moment.

She's impossible!

Don't say a word.
You'll only talk nonsense.

I've got something amazing to tell you.
- What's wrong'?

Paul sleepwalks.

I'm sure you'll shout it
from the rooftops now.

He walked on the roof'?

Have you gone deaf'?
You're hopeless.

Is that our freak of a friend?

Come in.
We won't eat you.

What's that'?

SUICIDE IS A DEADLY SIN

You're too nosy for words.

No one is more tactless.

- Except you.
- You're too kind!

- Listen -
- Leave us alone, I warn you.

Right. That's a warning.

But-

No buts about it!

But nothing!

I'll slap him!

Hit her back!

Cowards!
Hitting a woman!

- When I get my own room, it will be clean!
- Mine will be cleaner!

He wants a chandelier.
- Shut up!

He wants a plaster sphinx
on the mantel

and an enameled
Louis XIV chandelier.

That's right!
And you're too dumb to understand.

I'm not staying here.
I'm going to a hotel. My bag is packed.

Let him take care of himself.
I refuse to live with this boor.

She slapped me!

- He spit on me!
- Liar!

- I dare you to repeat that.
- Liar!

I am not!

What's wrong'?

Come here.

Look.

I think Mother's dead.

That vision left
a lasting impression on them.

Far from causing them pain,

the near-mythical circumstances
of their mother's death uplifted them.

The room cried out
for the bizarre,

and her bizarre death
encased her like a sarcophagus

and unexpectedly assured her-

for young people remember tragic events
because of some preposterous detail-

a place of honor
in their dream world.

Thirty-three, thirty-three...

Doctor, is there really
a hell of a noise?

There's always
a hell of a noise.

Is that bad'?

Paul, you must
take care of yourself.

Is it serious?

No, but we must avoid
complications.

He needs peace and quiet.

Oh!

You must see that he gets rest.
Mariette will help.

- She's leaving us.
- I'll talk her into staying.

Leave me alone with her.

What do you think, Doctor?

Mariette,
you lost your grandchild.

You're all alone.
Would you abandon these kids'?

I'll handle the expense.

Do they frighten you'?

Can you not breathe in here'?

No, what they breathe
is lighter than air.

Splendid.
You'll keep order.

Impossible, Doctor.

Then you'll oversee their disorder.
May I count on you'?

One can't help loving them.

Tell me when you need money.

You're very kind.

Not at all.

I'm just fond of them,
like you.

If only they could go
to the seashore.

No, Doctor, this is Gerard.
I'll let you speak to my uncle.

What is it'?

Ah, it's you, Doctor.

No, it's not impossible.

But I don't want any problems.
My vacation is short enough as it is.

Gerard may invite them
if he likes,

provided he takes care of them.

Why, no, they're very welcome.

Excuse me, Doctor,
but I'm late.

No, don't thank me.

Elisabeth went from being
a shrew to a nursemaid.

She treated Paul like
a mental defective, a useless zero,

a poor wreck to be pitied.

- Know what Gerard suggested?
- Something stupid.

He's taking us
to the seashore.

- The seashore?
- Yes! We'll get to see the sea.

You know anything
about traveling?

No, but the main thing
is to look like you do.

We mustn't look foolish.
We need lots of luggage!

There they are!

Hurry and board, kids.

Gerard, those Wildcats of yours
seem very tame.

My little brother is a bit shy.

Bitch!

Look at the ladder.

One sleeps up top,
the other down below. It's fun.

And here's your washbasin.

You think it's our first time
in a sleeping car'?

You've never been
out of your room.

If you'd been out
as much as us -

Just ignore this character.

I'll leave you then.

He's so pretentious.

- Where are the beds'?
- One above the other.

That's just like Gerard,
the know-it-all!

Well, he's wrong.
There must be a hammock.

A hammock?

Someone's knocking.
- Open the door.

No, that's the washbasin!

Come in.

First seating for dinner.
Shall I make up the beds'?

Please do.

Coming to dinner'?

Paul, the dining car!

Don't stand there like a dummy!

It took considerable effort
to hide their excitement.

With a natural flair for style,

these children, who knew
nothing of the world

and for whom this train
was the height of luxury,

managed to act
completely at ease.

You took
the top bunk, of course.

I left you the lower bunk
'cause you're sick.

I want you to come down.

We'll get separate rooms at the hotel,
so I'm starting now.

Elisabeth,
I want you to come down.

- Don't you feel well'?
- I don't want you above me.

What a pest!

Is that why you wouldn't
come down'? What is that'?

What'? A clothespin.
It gives you a Greek profile.

- You're crazy.
- Well, at least my chin isn't weak!

- And mine is'?
- Yes!

You should wear a rubber band at night
and never show your profile.

Let me sleep.

Is that why
you made me come down'?

Then why'?

Lise, does the doctor
think I'll die'?

- You idiot!
- Am I going to die'?

Yes! So die and leave me alone.
I won't be free until you're dead.

Your chin!

Are you telling the truth?

I never tell the truth.

Please turn off the light.

I don't know how.
You do it! I'm not your servant!

You make me sick!

That's just how I feel.

And watch your accent.
- What accent?

Father's accent.

He drank and beat Mother.
I don't like hearing it. Good night!

All fire and ice,
she despised anything lukewarm.

She was a thoroughbred
and wanted Paul to be one too.

On a night train
for the first time,

instead of listening
to the engine's drumming,

she devoured her brother's face,

while mad cries,
a flowing mane of cries,

floated over
the sleeping passengers.

You haven't looked at the sea.

The sea is the sea.
Mind your own business.

I won't sleep in a bathroom!

You can't sleep in my room.

You sleep here.
I'll take the bathroom.

It's the only hotel room left.
- Her in my room'?

I won't sleep in a bathroom!

It's for baths,
and I'm going to take one.

It's my bath!
I ran the water!

Calm down.

What a joke!

He'd have me sleep in the bathroom,
yet he takes my bath!

Get out
or I'll throw you out!

- Leave her alone!
- My valiant knight!

- I'm getting in!
- I'll beat you to it!

- Try it!
- You're not stealing my bath!

All settled in, Gerard'?

Sorry about this. There may be
another free room tomorrow.

Well done.

What's going on'?
Your friends don't sound happy.

Yes, they are.

Remember:
I stick my tongue out first.

When I nudge you,
you do the same.

Have a seat, kids.

Any special diet'?
- No.

To think I was told
you were very finicky.

Thanks.

Uncle, I never said that!

I see you like children.

I adore them.

She stuck
her tongue out at me.

I must read my mail.
Even on vacation, I have work.

He stuck his tongue out at me.

15, 30, 40...

match!

Madame, hitting a child!
On vacation! Really!

I'm not as young as you.
I don't want a sunburn.

- How much is this'?
- 495 francs.

Outrageous!

Sorry, but I have no change.

I can make change.

It was stealing
for the sheer sake of stealing.

No thought of profit
or forbidden fruit.

Being scared to death
was the aim.

The rules forbade
stealing anything useful.

Come along, kids.
Let's not dawdle.

It's raining!

You should have bought
an umbrella instead.

It never rains long by the sea.

Something to drink'?
- No, thanks. We're not thirsty.

In that case,
take my cape.

I'll meet you later at the hotel.

Be good now.

I'll keep the boys
out of trouble.

Show me what you took.

Never again!
I only did it 'cause you made me.

This doesn't count.
A brush is useful.

- You think I'm a fool.
- No, but I could be wrong.

He has to steal something
more difficult.

- The watering can.
- I refuse!

Then I'll never speak
to you again.

I can't. It's enormous!

I want to see
if you've got guts.

Don't � Elisabeth" me!
Just do it!

Take the cape.
- What for'?

To hide the can.
And no one's out in the rain.

- Oh, please!
- Go on! We'll be watching.

Hello, Mariette.

What healthy faces!
All tanned!

Did you have a good time?
- Very good.

- Did you behave'?
- Yes!

We brought you something.

Now you've got somewhere
to put your hot water.

What darlings!

The curtain rose
on the bedroom stage at 11.300 pm.

There were no matinees
except on Sundays.

Here's the room
where Gerard camps out on the floor,

where a drama is in progress
yet no one notices,

where Paul drinks his milk
and takes his medicine

and Elisabeth
reads her magazines,

where strange forces live
that are cast out by Life

because they disturb
its mechanisms.

- Answer when you're spoken to!
- What?

Your cloth blocks the light.
I can't read.

Well, I can.
I'm not removing it.

Very well.

Idiot!

She makes me sick
with her cream!

She read
that American actresses use it.

She thinks it'll help her scalp.

Are you listening?

You're too patient.

Don't listen to that fool.

He didn't just go to bed.
He embalmed himself.

He wrapped himself in linens,

set food and treasured
objects all around,

and embarked
for the underworld.

Want a crayfish?

They set your mouth on fire.

Difibag!

She hates crayfish!

She hates the pepper
because I like it.

She forces herself.

She burns
her mouth on purpose.

- How are they?
- Very good.

Gerard, give me one.

Gerard, is anything
more despicable

than a 16-year-old jerk
begging for a crayfish?

He'd lick the carpet!
He'd crawl!

No, make him
come over here!

It's nauseating!
The big beanpole won't move!

He's dying for one,
but he won't lift a finger!

He's shameful.

Gerard, listen.

�I love her poor taste,
her garish dress,

her shapeless shawl
and addled speech."

Baudelaire.
What do you think of that'?

That's enough!

The monster!
The dirty rat!

Help me, Gerard.

Wipe me off with this towel.
Throw the newspaper away.

Careful!
Don't be so clumsy!

I was just about
to give him one.

You want one'?

Careful.
The milk's running all over.

Here, you dirty dog.
I'm not so mean.

You'll get your crayfish.

Eat.

Eat it or I'll take it away.

You have to see it
to believe it.

Here, Paul.

Here's your crayfish.

Look, Gerard, dear.
He's chewing in his sleep.

It's the oddest thing.

What a glutton!
How revolting!

From that enlightening scene,

Gerard remembered
just one thing;

Elisabeth had called him �dear. �

Where's Mariette?

I sent her out
for sandwiches and drinks.

How horrible!

What's horrible'?

Everything!

Horrible!

- Then leave.
- I intend to.

With what money'?

I'll get a job.
I'm sick of being a servant.

I can't bear it another day!

A job'?
What kind ofjob'?

You know,

Paul is a free man,
but he's hopelessly retarded.

Isn't she charming'?

What'll become of him
if I don't go to work'?

I have to find a job!

As a target
in a shooting gallery, maybe.

Poor kid.
He's still very sick.

A little snowball was enough
to end his academic career.

It's not his fault,

but I have
an invalid on my hands.

Dirty bitch!

He looks very healthy.

Look at his body.
He's strong.

No use looking
like a strongman

if you're weak,
piggish, and spineless.

Spineless... and clumsy!

Well, sweetheart,
you're a clown, a freak,

an ass, too stupid
to do anything at all!

So that's how you want to play!

Gerard,
his laziness is criminal.

He's murdering me,
but I support him!

Go ahead and work!
You're only good for one job!

And some job too!

You went too far.

Stay.

You see where things stand.

I beg you, take me
to your uncle's fashion house.

I'll work as a salesgirl.

Good for you.
Either one works or one dies.

See?

Selling isn't easy.
They'll hire you as a model.

Mariette,
don't give her any advice.

I'm the man here.
I'm the boss.

I don't want
a streetwalker for a sister.

I'd only run into you.

Take a look in the mirror.
You and your night cream!

They'll kick you out
on your rear!

A model'?
Wrong line of work!

Try scarecrow!

Lout!

Agathe'?

This young lady
will be modeling ladies' suits.

See that they go easy on her.
- Yes, ma'am.

Just call me Elisabeth.

They'll tease you,
but they're good girls.

I neverthought
I'd make it at first. Be brave.

Undress, cutie-pie,
and show us your talents.

- You'll have to teach me everything.
- I'll say!

I'll teach her.
She'll learn quickly.

A pair of orphans!

Don't look so sad.

Just make fun of them
right back.

You be the customer,
and I'll model a dress.

Sit down.

Smile.

No, don't.

I forgot.
Customers never smile.

Approach from a distance

and head straight toward her,

hands on your hips,
thumbs forward.

Stare straight at her
like you're picking a fight.

Pause.

Turn around slowly.

Face her again.

Look her over
from head to toe,

but look right through her.

Then walk away
in haughty disdain.

Cross the room
and start over with another customer.

Your turn.

I'm the customer.

Perfect!

It's like you've modeled
all your life.

You're so sweet.
I was scared to death.

Agathe.

Agate is a stone.

We have an agate
in our treasure chest. Look.

- Where'd you get my picture?
- It's not you.

True, the clothes are different.

This is extraordinary.

It looks exactly like me.

It's me!

Who is it'?

It's a boy - the one
who hit Paul with a snowball.

He does look just like you.

She looks like him,
doesn't she'?

The resemblance lurking
beneath the surface leapt out.

Paul saw the snowball in Dargelos's hand
and felt the blow again.

No, you look like the picture,
but not like him.

Put it back in the drawer.

Gerard,

does she look like him'?

This has nothing to do with Gerard.
Now put it back.

Elisabeth suddenly realized

that all the boxers, detectives
and American movie stars

that Paul had pinned
on the walls

looked like Agathe and Dargelos.

You worked pretty fast.

Because I let Agathe move into
Mother's room'? A seedy hotel isn't for her.

Maybe not,
but it's Mother's room.

It was Mother's room.

Mother's with us here,
not in some empty room.

Well, I don't like having
Agathe in the house.

Admit that the resemblance bothers you.
It invades your dreams.

Mind your own business!

Am I interrupting?

Yes.

Come in.

I was speaking ill of you.

Elisabeth shouldn't
have made you come live here.

I knew I'd be a bother.

Maybe you bother him -
everything does -

but you don't bother me.
I insist you stay.

Stay!
Make yourself at home!

Stay, since haute couture
demands it.

You've made her cry.
Good going!

You just don't know him yet.

He's a caveman, a boor.
- I'd better go.

Go or stay -
I don't care either way!

You're no match for me,

so you play tough
with weak little Agathe.

Stay out of this!
It's complicated enough.

You're quite
the psychologist now.

No, but I can read you
like a book.

I won't let Agathe be your victim.
- What if she likes it'?

He admits it!

The monster has found a victim.

Be his victim if you like,
but I won't!

Will you let me sleep?

Go on to bed.
I need a word with Paul.

And don't cry in your room.

It's just how we are.
You must get used to it.

Go to bed and sleep.

What now'?

- Paul, darling.
- Let me sleep.

Why don't you like her'?
Because she looks like that guy'?

You know why I don't like her'?

She's new,
and I hate anything new!

I can't live or breathe
or play the game.

- We never play the game anymore.
- That's your fault.

I had to get out
and learn to work.

Exactly.

Paul, darling...

I'll lie down
and we'll play the game.

I'm too used
to playing it by myself.

Listen.

Yes, listen.

Imagine a great temple
of destruction

ruled by 50 high priests.

Four of them
enter the inner sanctum.

Thousands of slaves work there,

but not one
can reveal what he knows.

Damn it!

I don't understand your temple
or what's going on!

I'm going to sleep!

All right, sleep.

Introspection demands
a discipline they lacked.

They found only darkness,
phantom emotions.

Spying on us now'?

I'm doing my duty.
That's right!

You're filthy whores,
and Gerard is a pimp!

Don't interrupt.

I'm leaving this house
so they can bring men here.

I've always said models
were nothing but lowlife sluts!

They're both bitches in heat,
and you're to blame!

Let him rant.
He's grotesque.

No, I must set him straight.

That boy, Michael,
knows my uncle.

He's a very rich American Jew.

We wanted you to meet him.

I refuse! I'll slap
that low-down Jew in the face!

Good going!
You two have corrupted this poor girl.

Are you trying
to sell her to that Jew'?

I didn't know you were anti-Semitic.
Anyway, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Michael wants to marry me,
and I like him.

Marry you'?

You're mad!
Have you looked in the mirror'?

Look!

No one would marry you.
You're ugly! The queen of the idiots!

He was just
making fun of you!

Your chin looks much better
when you're angry. Keep it up!

She can marry
anyone she likes.

I don't give a damn!

Unlike you.
- What does that mean'?

Nothing.

Come and meet Michael.
You'll like him.

I seriously doubt that.

Why do you keep trying
to convince a lunatic?

That's where you're wrong.
I accept.

Just to be contrary.

Not at all.

I'd like to meet
the guy who can stomach you.

I'd like to console
the poor creep.

Come along, Agathe.

Gerard turned his head
and looked away.

He'd never dared dream
of marrying the virgin of the temple.

Behind him,
brother and sister drifted away,

the sanctuary now defiled
by a young man in a car

unaware of its taboos.

Here's yet another
unoccupied room.

It'll be my bedroom,
furnished in Louis XVI.

Won't that be nice!

I'll let Michael have the drawing room,
the conservatory, the gym,

the swimming pool, and a very odd
gallery that leads nowhere.

You can use Agathe's room
at my house when your uncle's away.

- Mother's room.
- Now it's Agathe's room.

If Michael goes away,
you girls can come back too.

Paul, why don't you live
here with us'?

No, I need to be alone.

Come on. You've got
18 more rooms to see.

And my gallery
that everyone laughs at.

Tell Mariette
we'll take over Paul's expenses.

Michael, you're a good guy.

What about your honeymoon'?

Who do you think we are'?
Michael, tell her where you're going.

Tomorrow after our wedding,
I'm leaving Elisabeth.

I don't blame you.

While I move in here,
he'll start building at Eze.

That's my idea of marriage.
When do you come back'?

In four days.

I couldn't postpone it,
but I wanted the wedding first.

Now feast your eyes!

That colossal storage room,

that immense, absurd dead-end,
was Michael's foible,

his smile,
his soul's bright light.

It revealed
a bizarre streak in him

that made him worthy
of the others.

What gave you
the idea for this gallery?

Michael wanted
to play architect.

He miscalculated,
and I love his miscalculations.

We can set up tents
and camp here.

Make yourself at home.

- Any ghosts around?
- I've never seen one.

With us,
there's bound to be one.

But the spirit of the room
was watching.

On the road
between Cannes and Nice,

Michael was killed.

Look at this mute wreck,

with one lone wheel spinning
ever more slowly, like a lottery wheel.

Thank you so much.
I have no head for numbers.

Anything over 10
makes me dizzy.

Well, these figures
are indeed staggering.

May I somehow
return the favor'?

Actually, I'm going
to Morocco for a month.

Gerard will be all alone.

Perhaps he could stay here with you
or with Paul at his house.

He's very depressed.

Paul's moving in here.
Gerard must come too.

I have 18 rooms
and a gallery.

That would be perfect.

Be brave.

It was a dreadful tragedy.
- Dreadful.

Thanks again.

She's as rich as Croesus now.

It won't change a thing.

Yes, it will.
I'm moving in here.

She let the servants go
except for Mariette and the driver.

Just Mariette,
with 18 rooms'?

Well, you agreed to move in.

I was very lonely
on rue du Rocher.

I've moved in too,
so nothing has changed.

Now all we need is Gerard!

- Am I interrupting?
- Don't be silly.

- My word, I'm a widow now.
- A widow!

Well, I am dressed
in mourning.

It's awful to say,
but mourning suits you very well.

You think so'?

So does callousness.

True, mourning is becoming,
but it's fragile.

It doesn't last long.

She's hopeless!

You like your room'?

I'm scared
all alone on that floor.

I went up to Agathe's
because I hate my room.

Charming!
Move in with me.

Make room for one more!

I forgot to tell you:

Gerard's uncle is leaving for Morocco.
He's coming to stay with us.

All full!

In that abstraction of a room
that could be recreated anywhere,

Michael lived on
after the accident.

A great mystery
was made clear;

Elisabeth hadn't married him
for his money,

nor for his elegance or charm.

She'd married him
for his death.

Six... seven... eight...

Dear Agathe, would you kindly
refrain from counting out loud'?

Sorry.

He's so sensitive.
The slightest thing disturbs him.

- Shut up!
- This is my house and my room!

Gerard, this is my house.
Please be quiet.

Then stay in your room!
Good night!

Gerard, would you pick up
that cover.

Gerard, pick that up
and put it back.

I hate untidiness.

Adrift in the nondescript decor
of that empty stage,

Paul became a cautious cat,
noticing everything.

He stopped and sniffed
around the furniture,

unable to connect
this room to the schoolyard

or the moonlit silence
to the snow.

But with a deep sense of deja vu,
he recognized some former life.

His pride had suffered a blow.
Agathe had conquered him.

But instead of realizing
he loved her

and surrendering
to her gentle love,

he fought against
what he saw as his nemesis,

a diabolical fate.

In the gallery he found some screens
that had never been used.

Like everything else,

they were absurd,
useless and awkward.

Paul dragged them out

set them up,
and made them into ramparts,

a son of Forbidden City.

An old carpet
completed his masterpiece.

He rolled up
in his covers and lay down.

His former bedroom
from the rue de Rocher

would gradually take form
in the big hall.

The lamp,

the large cloth, the bed,

the chair, the bottles,

the treasure chest,

the mustachioed bust.

Elisabeth, Agathe and Gerard
only paid visits at first,

but unable to live outside
that exciting landscape of furniture,

they too immigrated
fast on Paul's heels.

It's really
the only room that works.

It is pleasant.

Paul, it's dreadful being rich.

I'd imagine so.

- Do I look rich'?
- You'?

No, you'll always
look like a beggar.

Good. I was afraid
I looked rich.

- Well, come in.
- May I'?

There's a rich lady's question.

Paul, lfeel lost.

Lost'?

Yes, lost and alone.

I'll never get
my room fixed up.

You're not alone. Agathe and Gerard
camp out in your room.

No, they stay in their own rooms now.
They go out often together.

They do'?

I lend them the car and driver.
I rarely use them.

What could those two
have to talk about?

We intimidate
and bewilder them.

Agathe thinks she annoys you.
They feel free to talk by themselves.

Good God, about what'?

About us.

Those clowns go off together,
so you feel lost'?

Yes, Paul. Lost.

I wanted my own room,
but it's killing me.

Living in a room with you again
would be hell. I won't think of it!

Thank God.

I won't think of it,
but my own room is killing me.

You were right to bring
everything here. You're lucky.

You must be happy
here on your desert island,

in your Forbidden City.

It's all right.

Here we could get lost.

Get lost'? Where'?

I mean play our game.

Oh, that.
I'm too old for our game.

Too bad.

Farewell, Paul.

Where are you going'?

Nowhere.

Here's the letter
Paul just wrote.:

?Agathe, I'm mailing this because
I don't dare bring it to you myself.

Don't be angry.
I love you.

I've been a fool.
I thought you meant me harm.

I realize now that I love you

and that if you don't
love me back, I'll die.

Answer me, I beg of you.
I'm in agony.

I'll be waiting in the gallery.�

Unfortunately,
blinded by his sorrow,

Paul wrote his own name
instead of Agathes on the envelope.

She felt ill at the movies.
She's gone to her room.

I'll go look in on her.

No, don't.
She asked to be left alone.

What did she say'?

She thinks Paul left her room
because he hates her.

- Eat.
- I'm not hungry.

Then go find Paul
and grill him.

Find out what he's got
against us.

I'll go see Agathe.
- She wants to be alone.

I want things too!
Now go find Paul.

You know him.
He won't tell me anything.

Even so, you might do me
a favor just once

and not be
such a bumbling idiot!

He'll get mad if I bother him.

He never gets mad anymore.
That's what worries me.

Now, now, what's wrong'?

Nothing.

Well, it can't be just a runny nose.

It's nothing, I said.

Leave me alone.

I hate myself.

Gerard must have hum your feelings.

He said something that hum you.

No. Leave me alone.

- I won't go until you feel better.
- Impossible.

Is it that bad'?

Heavens!
Are you in love'?

Leave me alone.

Calm down
and blow your nose.

Now tell me all about it.

Tell me!

I love him.

Iadore him...

and he despises me.

Silly girl. What right
does he have to despise you'?

Did he say so'?
No. So there!

How lucky can he get,
the idiot!

If you love him,
you must marry him.

Lise, you're very kind,
but he doesn't love me.

- Are you sure'?
- He couldn't love me.

You know,
Gerard is very shy.

It's not Gerard.

I meant Paul.

This is astonishing!

I never would have guessed.

What a surprise!

It's funny, and astonishing!

Tell me all about it.

I have nothing to tell.

I fell in love with Paul
the moment I saw him.

I didn't dare
admit it to myself.

I liked it when he teased
and insulted me.

I'd have done anything
to be with him,

with all of you.

But now he's avoiding me,
and I can't bear it.

I can't bear it!

It's very simple.

I'll talk to Paul.

No! He doesn't know!
Please don't!

Don't tell him!

Don't worry.
If he loves you, all is well.

I won't give you away.

I'll worm it out of him
without him knowing.

Leave it to me
and stay in your room.

Let me handle it.

From that moment on,
she couldn't rest.

Her heart pounded
like a hammer.

It wasn't her mind
that dictated her actions.

The spirit of the room
took over her body

the way some other spirit
might lead a financier

to avoid bankruptcy,

a sailor to save his ship,

or a criminal
to establish an alibi.

Paul wants to see you.

He's acting strange.

How's she feeling'?

- She wants to be left alone.
- I'm going up.

Don't disturb her.
Wait in my room while I see Paul.

I've come to see how you are.

Agathe is sick.
- Sick'?

Not sick, but not well.

She's resting now.
I just spoke to her.

- Did she say anything?
- About what'?

A special-delivery letter.

What letter?

I can't keep it in any longer.

I wasn't going to tell you, but I must.
I sent her a letter.

You send letters
to people in the house?

I know it's silly,

but I thought a letter
arriving unexpectedly

when you were all together

might lend fate a hand.

What did you say
in this letter?

That I love her.

You love her'?

Yes, Lise.
I'm madly in love with her.

I've been wondering
what was wrong with me.

I didn't want to admit it.

I'm madly in love with Agathe!

Well, well.

Didn't she say anything?
Didn't you notice anything?

I'm the last person
anyone would tell.

Silly girl.

Wait here for me, darling.

We must have a serious talk.

She didn't mention any letter,
but it couldn't have flown away.

We've got to find it.

Did she act strange?

Or angry'? Or upset?

No, she was very calm.
She's asleep now.

I'll be right back.

There it was.

The yellow envelope
lay crumpled like a dead leaf.

It bore Paul's big,
awkward schoolboy scrawl,

but it was addressed,
as you know, to himself.

Paul had mistakenly
written to Paul.

The mix-up was typical of him.
He'd never change.

Well'?

I went to Agathe's room.

She's asleep.
The envelope is on her dresser.

A yellow envelope.

Like those there.

Didn't she even mention it'?

No, and she must
never know I saw it.

You mustn't ask her about it.

She'd say she didn't know
what we were talking about.

Come now. Don't cry.
You're a man.

I didn't want to tell you
because you were so depressed -

Tell me what'?

Agathe did mention someone,

but it wasn't you.

She loves someone else.

You mistook her
for someone else.

Agathe is no Athalie.

The poor girl
isn't aiming very high.

Who is it'?

Brace yourself.

It's Gerard.

Funny he didn't tell you.

I intimidate him, but you don't.

He probably thought
you'd laugh at them.

Be sensible.
It's only natural.

She's a silly goose,
and he's a nice guy.

They're made for each other.

When Gerard's uncle dies,
he'll be rich.

They'll start
a nice little family.

Nothing stands in their way.

It would be monstrous - criminal-
to get in their way.

You can't do that.
You acted on impulse,

but impulse
can't fight real love.

It's a grotesque marriage!

True, but all the same,
you must grin and bear it.

Lise, you're asking
the impossible.

Don't be silly.

It's clear she wants
to ignore the letter

as a mere impulse
and not hold a grudge.

You do the same
and keep quiet.

- I'd better leave.
- That would be absurd.

Just act
like nothings happened.

Their engagement
will take her mind off it,

and then they'll be off
on their honeymoon.

Come on now.

Her work was not yet done.

She knew instinctively
that killers strike blow after blow,

without a moment
to catch their breath.

Like a nocturnal spider
she moved along,

spinning her web into
the furthest reaches of the night,

working slowly,
effortlessly, untiringly.

Well'?

Will you ever learn
to stop shouting?

I'm sorry. I'm on edge.

Paul's sick.

He's too dense to notice,
but it's obvious he has a fever.

The doctor will know
if it's the flu or a relapse.

I ordered him to stay in bed
and not to see you.

- I'm going to see him.
- Stay here.

We have to talk.

What do you plan
to do about Agathe'?

Do'?

Why'?

Why'?
Who do you think you're fooling'?

You know she loves you
and is confused by your silence.

Yes, Agathe!

Are you blind'?
With all the time you spend together!

She loves you
but thinks you love me,

which is crude and vulgar,
considering my wealth!

You'd like to escape through
a secret trap door, but there is none.

Stop giving me
those dreamy-eyed looks.

Marry Agathe
and never reveal my role in this.

You're forcing me to do this.

She must never know

that she owes her happiness
to me, so to speak.

I can't believe this!

Now that that's settled,
go to bed.

I'll go tell her the good news.

You love her, but you had
delusions of grandeur.

Wake up and be happy.

Kiss me and admit
you're the happiest man alive.

If that's what you want.

Good boy.
I'll go tell her.

Listen to me.
Paul is incapable of love.

He can't love anyone.

That self-centered monster would
destroy himself- and you with him!

- I'll die.
- No, you won't.

Gerard is a fine, honest boy.
He loves you.

He can offer you a future.

Deep down you love him.
You do!

- Does Paul know'?
- He doesn't even suspect.

He's delighted
that you and Gerard are in love.

Blithely announce that you're marrying
Gerard, and he'll never suspect.

He'd never guess
in a million years,

and he mustn't ever find out.

Thank you, Lise.

You're very kind.

Don't thank me.

I couldn't stand by
and let him hum you.

Now go to sleep.

She felt calm,
inhuman and unburdened.

But at the foot of the stairs,
her heart began pounding again.

She saw Paul approaching

under the spell
of another sleepwalking trance.

?All the perfumes of Arabia

will not sweeten
this little hand. �

With downcast eyes,

she washed
those frightening hands.

I don't understand
this relapse.

And he should be
in a more comfortable room.

He won't move.

Try to convince him.
He needs fresh air.

He doesn't look ill.

It's that red lamp
that fools you.

Look at him in bright light.

I don't like how he looks.

Don't leave him alone.

I've told you
not to touch that lamp.

I wanted to see your face.

What did the doctor say'?

That you don't look good.

- Are Agathe and Gerard back'?
- They're coming for lunch tomorrow.

I'll get up
and have lunch with you.

That's one sight I can't miss.

Are you happy?

Very.

Does he beat you'?

Poor Gerard.
I'm not always easy to be with.

Guess whom I met in Marseilles.

I'll never guess.

Dargelos.

- Oh, yes.
- Has he changed'?

He's a bit paler.
Like you.

You'd swear
he was Agathe's brother.

He's not arrogant anymore.
He's very friendly.

He travels to Indochina often
for some car company.

I went to his hotel room
and he asked

if I ever saw Snowball-
the guy hit by the snowball-

meaning you.
- And'?

I said yes, and he asked,
�Does he still like poison?"

Poison? What for'?

Just to have it,
to know it's there, to look at it.

It's marvelous!

- How ghastly!
- What's so ghastly'?

I used to make fake poison
and label the bottles.

They're both mad.
You'll end up in prison.

Dargelos showed me poison
from India, China and Mexico.

He said, �At school, Snowball
dreamed of collecting poison,

but I'm collecting it now."
Wait a minute.

A gift from Dargelos.

Let's see it.

The poison brought
their conversation to a halt.

It was fascinating
yet revolting,

like a nest of snakes that looks
like one many-headed serpent.

It gave off a heavy odor

off pestilence and geraniums.

Maybe it's a drug.
He wouldn't give you poison.

Don't touch.
I'll tell you.

The natives use it
to make poison arrows.

Gerard, it smells vile!

Don't give it to him.
He'll do something reckless.

Paul'? Just watch!

Eat it!

Stop n!

Reckless, eh'?
What a brave man!

Idiot! Eat it yourself!

You'd like that.
No, thanks.

I'll put it in our treasure chest.

Put it in a tin box.
The smell's overpowering.

She put it away slowly and carefully,
her tongue between her lips,

like a woman casting a spell

or sticking a pin
in a voodoo doll.

Paul, throw that away.

It's no more dangerous
than the gun in our treasure chest.

Our prize relic.

Give it back to Gerard
and let him throw it away.

Agathe, neither Paul nor I
can stand pettiness.

And don't you forget it.

It was a Sunday.
Snow was falling.

Elisabeth had stayed
in bed all day.

She slept and dreamed.

She dreamed Paul had died
and was walking oddly.

She took a path
called the Blue Path

because it led
to the blue carpet from the gallery.

She wore a new
and unfamiliar dressing gown,

unlike the old bathrobes
she preferred.

She climbed a mound of earth.

She passed behind a screen,

but the Forbidden city
was no longer.

She saw Paul
lying on a billiard table.

In her dream,
it was called Gloomy Hill.

She reached Gloomy Hill
and leaned over Paul.

Her left hand touched
the automatic clicker.

Her other hand rested on Paul's.

Paul said,
�Listen to the farewell bell. �

He no doubt meant

the ticktack of the clicker.

I was afraid
the door might be locked.

I still have a key.
How is Paul'?

Asleep as usual, I suppose.
What's wrong'?

He wrote me that
he was going to take poison!

Mariette must have
delivered the letter.

- He must have been joking.
- Some joke!

Paul, answer me!

Lise, don't stand there.
Call the doctor.

He's gone to the country.

It's Sunday.

No one's around.

Hurry!
Get him some hot coffee!

Cover him with your coat!

Paul, look at me.
Speak to me.

Water...

Don't scare me like this.

Speak to me.
What did that awful letter mean'?

It's your fault.

My fault?

Yes, your fault.

Paul explained
what had happened,

pouring out the truth
in broken whispers.

Agathe listened
in stunned silence.

The poison's stench
spread through the room

as the plot's devious
mechanisms were unfurled.

Elisabeth lied!
I told her I loved you!

She lied!

You must live!

It's too late, Agathe.

Paul, don't drink it!

You'd think I meant
to poison him.

I wouldn't put it past you.

You're out of your mind!

Monster!

Filthy monster!

Maybe I'm a monster,

but I'm not a coward.
I didn't want to lose you.

I loathe Agathe.
I couldn't let her take you away.

She's going to shoot!

This is how it must be.

I have to make life unbearable,
make it sick of me.

I have to make the game despise me
so it will spew me forth,

so it will spit in my face!

I must become hideous!

She'll kill me!
She's gone insane!

Help!

No, I haven't gone insane.
You're wrong.

You're the one who's insane.

I must hold out to the end,
and the ends a long way off.

I must live it all,
and it won't be easy.

Paul, look at me.

Can you hear me'?

I know you can.
You have to try.

Don't let go.
Count with me.

Count, add, multiply.
I'll lead the way.

Come on! Walk!

Don't let go! Keep moving!

I've gotten lost.
You're under my spell!

I'm hypnotizing you!

Help!