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Watch out,

I think he's watching us.

Please don't smile.

I'm not smiling, it's a tired sneer.

-Besides, at this distance…
-Ah!

These mountain people
can spot a fly from a hundred paces.

So, no comments.
Above all, let me do the talking.

You're making good progress!

Hello.

Come and try some of my milk.

With this heat…

-Do you live here alone?
-For now.

Once I finish the new house,
I'll get married.

A man like me needs a wife!

Yes, of course!

But for a woman to live here
alone, even with you,

it might be lacking distractions,
don't you think?

What do you want from me?

We want to buy that castle from you.

The castle? I told you, it's in ruins.

We'll buy the castle and the land
surrounding it up to the Blue Lake.

-We'll use the forest wood to restore--
-I'm a doctor.

A lung and nerve specialist.

My friend Elmer and I wish to build
a large establishment

where clients can breathe
the fresh mountain air and restore--

We're at war, as you know!

Ten to 15 days of pure air
and bronchial problems disappear!

Even some neural disorders--

You also know that war fosters
all kinds of disorders…

in the nerves, the mind, even eyesight.

For God's sake! You can't keep
such pure air, water and sky to yourself!

In wartime, that's being selfish!

Look.

We have the money here.

Look!

Part of the money…

and the sales agreement.

So, just sign. It's a win-win situation.

Plus, you do it for a good cause.

Excuse me.

Welcome to the Health Palace!

Miss Sophie, room four, please. Now, then…

What a relief, Milady!
You'll be marvellously comfortable here.

Our clients are selected--

-Mr. Elmer!
-Yes, right away, Milady.

Mr. Elmer!

This is Simon Bedezki, our pianist.

Well, now…

we have an exceptional client
and you irritate her!

Not at all, Mr. Elmer, not at all!

Mr. Elmer!

-I am busy.
-I must speak to you!

-Please don't bother me.
-The situation has changed!

-Miss Sophie!
-Mr. Elmer.

-The newspapers, the post…
-The other day, you recognized my talent.

-You're not listening to me.
-Mr. Elmer, we're late.

-I'm sorting--
-We must be irreproachable.

Excuse me
but you don't pay a new applicant

-the same as a proven artist!
-Yes, yes…

Irreproachable!

And I don't see
why I should play for patients

who don't care about true Music!

My little Simon,

the "proven artist" you're speaking of

could easily end up on the front lines,

like all the others your age.

-Mr. Elmer!
-Mr. Elmer!

So…

it's up to you, my dear friend:

sitting at the piano
or standing in the trenches.

Life is priceless, Simon.

Think about it.

Mr. Elmer…

My humble respects, Madam Consul.
Did you have a good night?

As terrible as usual,

with those maids having a wild time
in the attic above my head!

The maids sleep in the annex, Mrs. Ruben!

You deny it? You dare deny it?
They're like cats in heat!

-Impossible to sleep a wink!
-Hello, Miss.

-Will you go for a walk this morning?
-Yes, gladly.

Sorry, I cannot. I slept so badly
with those darn maids

having their fun all night.
This is unacceptable, I'm exhausted!

Mrs. Ruben.

The servants have been sleeping
in the annex,

there is no one above your room!

Our establishment is irreproachable!

-In fact, I defy you--
-I was disturbed all night long!

-Do you hear me?
-No, Mrs. Ruben.

All night long by those puttane!

How could you have been disturbed
by the maids last night

if they changed rooms yesterday?

Mr. Magnus, please…

You'd better go stuff your face
in your own room

rather than putting
on this depressing show every morning.

This is unheard of! Unacceptable!

Mr. Magnus doesn't know
what he's saying. He's a bit special.

He's an imbecile!

Yes, we all know it.

Oh, I almost forgot.
Milady Princess has just arrived.

She'd be delighted to see you.

Milady! Finally, someone civilized!

Mr. Magnus,

I ask you please to watch your language.

It may make us smile
once in a while, but this time--

Six hundred dead two days ago,
plus those they don't mention.

Oh, the horror!

This war is horrible!

No, I meant you! The horror!
So early in the morning!

As are you, Mr. Magnus! What news,
after your declarations to end it all?

Yesterday again:
"This time, I've decided."

"Farewell, world!"

Yet, we find you
sipping your coffee every morning.

Please don't touch my butter.

I know, I know.
It's not easy to hang yourself.

First, you must find a nail
and a tie that's strong enough.

Focus on your disgusting wounds
and leave me in peace.

My damage is superficial, yours is deep.

-I'm in perfect health.
-Oh, really?

Why are you here, then?

I'm sure you have
something wrong with your brain.

You're still not reading your letters?

No! Don't touch that letter.

I wonder who could be writing
to you every day.

Greetings, my Lordship.

I'm sorry but my duties
force me to tell you

that from ten o'clock at night,
a patient with tuberculosis

should be in bed,

and not elsewhere.

I'm enjoying the time I have left.

The time you have left?
Stop thinking about nonsense! You have--

Come, now, doctor.
I know what's happening to me.

Look at my nails!

They've turned blue.

Blue nails? What does that matter?

You should go fish in the lake, up there!

And my chest cavity.
I checked it last night,

the left side has collapsed again.

Come on, no one
has them perfectly symmetrical!

I'm always coughing so much.

Last night, after my walk, it didn't stop!

No more nightly walks, then!

In the sunshine, all you want.
But not at night.

Try to explain that to Miss d'Espard,
or I'll tell her myself.

No.

I'm the one insisting on seeing her.

She's so cheerful, so…

brave…

Look, you must go to bed
by ten o'clock and get better.

Once and for all!

Hello.

I didn't see him last time.

Is he mean?

He's a bull!

What a beautiful creature.

I'm exhausted.

Hello, Daniel.

I've prepared two bowls of fermented milk.

-They're in the back.
-No, thanks, not for me today.

You can have mine.

We see more and more of them.

That man seems even more tired today.

He suffers from lung disease.

Well, just in his left lung.

And his nerves a bit, too.

But he's a real noble, you know?
He's a Count,

his family is famous all around Europe.

He speaks English, German,
and perhaps even Russian.

Did you see the ring on his finger?

With a ring like that,
you wouldn't need to work anymore!

What else would I do instead?

Still… it's a different life!

You know…

everything around us is mine,
for kilometres!

But that doesn't stop me
from feeding my animals.

All this? It's yours?

You're rich, then?

I've got both my lungs in the right place.

Is he your fiancé?

No! We met at the hotel
and became friends, that's all.

He likes walking with me, but not…

It'll surely lead to something some day.

Do you live here alone?

I had a fiancé.

But she decided to marry another.

At the time, I was hurt, yes…

I understand.

We shouldn't play
a game of chicken with life.

You see,

I built a new house…

with a nice bedroom.

A man like me needs a wife.

Thank you for the cream, Daniel.

It's truly delicious.

You'll find some money on the table.

You know, Sir,

I will never need a coin
to offer you a bowl of milk.

In that case, may I ask
if I can return tomorrow?

As often as you like.

I'm feeling better, Miss.

I can tell.

You do me so much good.

It's the mountain air, not me!

I have to get better.

And I will, thanks to you.

You'll get better even without me!

I won't be staying
for much longer, you know?

-I'm going back home in two days.
-Oh, no! Stay a bit longer.

Is someone waiting for you?

No.

No one is waiting for me.

-I've run out of money to pay the hotel.
-Money?

Don't worry about that!

I'll take care of it.

Please, don't talk about leaving anymore.

I need you.

I feel happy with you, too.

You're so delicate.

Dear me, I never expected this!
A fifth child?

Lady Fanny Octavia, née Spencer.
Churchill, wife of Majoribanks!

I had two gaps in the Malboroughs,
now I've got one left to fill!

Doctor, for the little moron,
we should stop the suppositories.

We must change the sheets every day!

Don't forget that at his age,
you weren't very difference. Poor child.

What should I give him instead?

Leduroy? I did find one who dabbled
in sorcery in the 16th century--

Well, what should I give him?

Watch that tone, Mathilde!
And try to respect my work!

Genealogy is a science just like medicine.

A fundamental science! It teaches us
more about human nature than you think!

For instance, did you know that Louis XVI

misunderstood the French people

because only eight of his 64 great-
great-great-grandparents were French,

34 were Germanic, and…

16 were Polish!

Give him pink drops to sleep,
15 before bed.

Doctor!

I found Miss Sophie's earring!

-An earring? Where?
-On your bed, there!

My bed? That's impossible.

Yes, it is possible! Right there!

My God! Hold on…

Here, Mathilde.

Tell her that you found it.

You have so much on your mind,

but you're human, just like everyone else!

What a stupid mistake, my God! So stupid!

Tell me,

the light has dimmed down, hasn't it?

No.

Why?

Thank you, good night.

Thank you, Miss, you're very kind.

And beautiful, too.

I wish you lots of happiness.

Good night, Ma'am.

And thank you for the happiness.

Good evening, Sir.

I try to intoxicate myself with ink

the way others intoxicate themselves
with alcohol.

Can a man who sees with his two eyes

live like a blind man?

I don't know if you've ever gone to bed
like me tonight,

with a strange desire to cry

because you're separated from a loved one.

Will I have the strength
to live alone, in solitude?

She must have a husband
or something of the sort.

She's the lover

of a British Secretary of State.

A bastard who has been mocking her
for six years.

She's always crying, the poor thing!

Come on, you would be doing

a good deed and a good deal
all at the same time.

And naturally,
once again without invoices.

You know, she has another sapphire.

It's gorgeous!

And a pendant
with an enormous pearl on it!

Just look at this stone's sparkle!

Can't you see how they shine,
these diamonds?

What do these invoices
have to do with anything?

She doesn't have them here, but in London,

because she's an actress. She travels.

Because actresses travel a lot?

Of course, actresses travel.

In short, an actress is an actress!

And you make me come here urgently

to buy off a whore
with a fistful of stolen jewels?

She's a slut, don't you understand that?

She's bamboozled you!

Stop it!

Don't get so upset.

You know very well that you always

end up liking this.

Knock it off!

You horrify me.

You're disgusting.

Enough with this madness about jewels!

You're crazy! Crazy!

Do you realize what you've become?

There's nothing left of you.

Nothing…

of the wonderful woman

that I once knew.

You've become
nothing but a mountain of fat.

Everyone laughs at me.

I would have wanted to keep loving you

but not like this.

You prostitute yourself.

You'll do anything

for a fistful of jewels,

which are probably fake.

You've replaced me

and our children

for a few costume jewels.

I asked the Physician Colonel to arrange
the convoy of injured patients at night.

That's much better!

It would be catastrophic
for our patients' morale in the daytime!

I invited him to dinner tomorrow night.

-You'll assist me.
-Yes.

With so many injured people,

I'm worried they'll end up parading
in front of us all day long.

I's rather not think about it! How can
we treat people in those conditions?

Tell me, Gustave,

don't you find Miss Sophie
a bit overworked at the moment?

-Overworked?
-Couldn't we give her a few days off?

The ones who are overworked

should be us, yes!

I'm just commenting, as a doctor…

I wonder where that poor thing would go.
She has no one in her life.

Forget it, then.

I often wonder if we didn't go mad,

with all these nervous eccentrics
around us.

We should have the right
to decide our clients' deaths.

There's no more natural death
than cardiac arrest. It was obvious.

-He wasn't even sick?
-No, Superintendent.

We watch over our sick patients
and treat them.

Nothing is more deceptive
than good health.

Come back soon, Mrs. Ruben.
You'll always be welcome here.

Thank you, thank you.

I'll come back to lose weight here.

-I don't know exactly when--
-Excuse me, Mrs. Ruben.

There's one thing.
Have you seen Milady tonight?

What? Milady?

The first death at the Health Palace.

Miss Sophie, I'm in my office
with the Superintendent.

Who will be next?

Someone died here tonight? At the hotel?

There's no reason to worry.

It's comical to think

of how desperately the Consul
wanted to get out of this place,

and his means for leaving

was death!

-Robert, pass me the register.
-Yes, Mr. Elmer.

I wonder what effect
widowhood will have on Mrs. Ruben.

Why do you say that?

It's awful!

Dying so suddenly!

What do you mean
by "the effect of widowhood?"

Well, either the grief
will turn the widow paper thin

or on the contrary,
for want of expressing her pain,

the widow will double in size.

But… you don't honestly believe
the horrors you're saying, do you?

Do you respect nothing, Mr. Magnus?

Life is certainly not devoid of humour.

Are you married, Sir?

Well, it looks like
I'm a married man, all of a sudden!

No, I'm not married.

But… you were once, weren't you?

You lost your wife…
didn't you, Mr. Magnus?

So much nonsense
in such a short amount of time.

Why is that any of your business?

Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.

So, is it because of a woman
that you wish to kill yourself?

So, you eavesdrop now?

Do the maids…

tell you what I say in my sleep?

What would be the use in killing yourself
to take revenge on a woman?

Tell me.

It may affect her on the moment… perhaps.

But then, she'll keep eating,
drinking, brushing her hair,

and later,
she may even feel a sense of pride

since she was proven worthy of a gunshot!

With all the love letters that you receive
and every day, to boot…

-Don't tell me that--
-You poor imbecile.

-You just don't get the mysteries of life.
-You bellow…

You bellow, yet you value life so much

that nothing else matters to you.

You'll never have the courage
to end it all.

Stop…

Stop it, I'm begging you!

This guy provokes me constantly,

feeling his way around,

like any self-respecting blind man.

I'm not blind!

You will be soon! Look!
You can't even shave anymore

with all those disgusting wounds.

I can't shave, you know that!
My skin gets damaged and infected.

I try to shave my beard
with embroidery scissors.

What else can I do?

My God!

Anybody would understand that.

You're mad, both of you!

You're hurting each other.

Aren't you suffering enough?

Why are we so miserable?

Hello.

You'll read it to me as we have a drink.

But… I may be a bad actress, you know.

-I can't wait to hear you!
-I'm scared.

Just passing through.

Have a nice day.

Come on, let's go.

Go on.

You know, I've never read
a single line I've written out loud.

It's my secret garden.

-Secret gardens!
-If it's bad, you'll stop believing in me.

I'm sure about your talent!
You know I believe in you.

-Go on, read!
-Thank you…

-I just need a few hundred francs--
-You're so desirable!

-…to edit the first volume--
-I've loved you from the very first day.

You and your secret gardens!

May I come in? How are you feeling?

I've been coughing a lot again.

I got you some cream from the farmer.

But when I see you,

I can feel the sickness fading.

So much commotion
in the hallway today again.

-With the death of that poor Consul--
-Not, the Consul, it's the Milady.

-So suddenly!
-She sneaked out of here.

Without paying a thing!

In reality, she wasn't a princess.

-She's an actress or a dancer.
-So what?

She must have a reason.

Perhaps she can no longer dance,

or her old parents are penniless!
We judge too quickly!

Don't get so emotional.

A superintendent
will apparently question the clients.

A superintendent?

Here?

What for?

Are you feeling alright?

If only you knew…

how desperately I want to live.

Perhaps we should call the doctor.

I'd become a slave

or an assassin to stay alive!

But if they lock me up…

I'd die.

You think I'm raving mad
but it's the truth.

Who said they'd lock you up?
That's ridiculous--

I'm not innocent!

I'd do it again if I had to.

What are you talking about? You're tired.

One day, I started coughing and coughing,

spitting up blood,
getting tired at the slightest effort…

It was so… unexpected and so painful,

that's when I realized

that I might die.

I'm not an aristocrat!
Count Florent was made-up!

That's impossible.

I'm just a pathetic employee
at a pathetic bank.

Doctor Boyer listed all your ancestors.

Florent Borel…

with a pathetic salary
and pathetic future, that's the truth.

You're delirious! I'll call the doctor.

I've never set foot in Paris, London,

or even a fancy hotel,
like I made you believe.

I just took the plunge: I stole.

I stole from the bank,

and not a small amount.

Check in the wardrobe.

On the left, under the shirts,
you'll find an envelope.

Open it.

This is unbelievable!

How much could it be?

How much is it?

How much could it possibly be?

Do you know how much?

I love you!

-I've loved you since the first day!
-Me too!

-You're not ashamed of me?
-I love you!

If a superintendent questions me…

If they don't find the money,
they can't touch you!

-Maybe I should burn it?
-You can't be serious!

Could you keep it?

For me.

No! Everyone at the hotel
has seen us together.

I'll find a way to hide it.

-He's not German, I hope.
-No, he's Swiss!

He's performed all around the world.

Yes, but listening to German here
in the midst of a war is an odd surprise!

You know, in music,
apart from German and Italian…

It won't be too long, will it?

No, no, it's almost over.

You wear your Sunday best for dinner now?

Or is tonight a special occasion?

Believe it or not,
I feel I look better in a suit!

You're not even afraid of becoming uglier?

For dessert, I'll sing you
some Donizetti, or Verdi!

Verdi! In Italian!

Is that a German song?

A song?

-Not exactly, no!
-It was magnificent.

-So, you enjoyed it?
-Oh, yes!

-It did us some good.
-Very catchy.

"Very catchy?"

-"Very catchy!" Really?
-Please stay seated.

Miss Julie, will the Count be joining us?

No, I'm afraid not.
He's still resting in his room.

What a pity for us.

Are you trying to send us to the cemetery?

I am an artist, a real musician!
I'll play what I want!

Mr. Bedezki,
I suggest you watch your tone.

Unless you wish for me
to inform the Physician Colonel

of your aptitude for armed service.

I've told you already:
we want a bit of joy, for God's sake!

Good evening. Bon appétit.

Enjoy yourselves.

Come!

I'm so happy to be dancing with you.

Just relax! Relax!

I'm loving the mood tonight.

It's surprising
that people aren't dancing more.

You're not dancing
because you have no partner, or--

I'll surprise you again,
but my only memory of dancing

goes back to the day of my Communion.

With my mother.

Since then, I just watch the others.

Like you.

Has it ever happened to you,
while on a train, for example,

while feeling a strong desire to sleep,

to close your eyes for just five minutes

and when you open them up again,

you notice that those five minutes
were enough

to make you lose the desire to sleep?

Don't you understand?

Indeed, I don't understand.

Seeing all these imbeciles
cosy up together during a waltz,

clinging on to each other
like they're drowning,

it has the same effect on me.

Desires are raining down!

Marriages are hailing!

Illusions are hailing!

It's pitiful!

So pitiful!

What a downpour of hypocrisy!

Keep playing.

Go on, carry on.

No, he's not going to stop.

Miss Julie, it would give me
great pleasure to dance with you.

Why not?

You seem much better.
The stay here is doing you good.

Yes, I've been feeling better lately.

I try to enjoy the fresh air.

Just relax! Faster, faster!

It's too much, really!

Light! So light!

This is unbearable! It's ridiculous!

Monday: corned beef and canned peas.

Tuesday: corned beef
and canned green beans.

Wednesday: jellied beef,

it's the same flavour
even if the pieces are bigger…

We would vaguely hope that on Thursday--

And our soldiers on the front, Mr. Magnus.

-What do you think they're eating?
-Monkey, doctor!

But at least we don't ask those soldiers

for three francs a day, plus extra fees,
to keep them where they are!

As it happens,

we've just spent a great amount,
I must admit,

in order to install
a cold room, first of all.

Second of all, I negotiated today

the purchase and slaughtering
of a young bull.

You'll get red meat, Mr. Magnus.

Red meat equals red blood cells,
which equals… health.

It might have been simpler
to kill it on-site than here.

Don't worry, I know how to do it.

It's not my first time
dealing with a bull.

He's still young,
it'll work out just fine.

Still, be careful!

You should go ask that woman
to stop fiddling with her fingers.

-It's unbearable!
-Why don't you ask her?

Because if you start blushing,
no one can tell! But for me…

You never stop being obnoxious!

You're wrong. I'm like everyone else,
I take breaks, too.

They say that her husband

died in mysterious circumstances:

apparently he was murdered
or committed suicide.

And since then, the poor woman's had
that nervous tic with her hands.

Lady Macbeth fiddled
with her fingers, too!

Hit it on the butt.

Go on, hit it harder!

Look, it's a young bull giving us a show!

Stay where you are! The animal's gone mad!

Giorgio, come and see!
There's a young bull! Come take a photo!

Will you handle that bull, for God's sake?

-That's Daniel!
-Daniel! Daniel!

Cease this corrida immediately!

I'm begging you!

-We'll call Daniel.
-I'm over here!

-Daniel!
-Yes, it's a bull.

What will they do with that poor creature?

There's a lady there!

The woman! That woman, there!

The woman! The woman!

-Get back into the forest!
-Back into the woods!

Gustave! Gustave!

They're parading in broad daylight now!

We must do something! It's a tragedy!

Yes, I know, I see them! Be quiet!

Don't look at them!
We should go back inside.

What in the world is going on?

-Here comes the army, pathetic!
-Get down, Ma'am!

Get out of here, for God's sake!

-Get out of here!
-Stay where you are!

If you stand still,
it'll think you're a tree!

Will you stop talking nonsense?

That's enough! Enough, already!

Robert, get me a gun!

Don't just stand there!
Get down on the ground!

Don't shoot! I'll get it to stop!

You're completely mad!

You bunch of idiots, she's been impaled!

She's completely dead now!

This can't be happening! She's hurt!

Fuck you, you damn brute!

There you go!

It's alright, don't worry.

Everything's fine, don't worry.

Doctor!

Hurry up! I said, hurry up!

You could have left her in her room!

Are you joking? It's been three days!

Is this the right person?

-Yes, yes.
-Very well, we can close it now.

Has no family member come forward?

Apart from her sick child,
she apparently had no one else.

I'm sure of it, in fact,

because with the fortune she owned,

they'd have rushed here
like moths to a flame.

Doctor!

Doctor…

this is the second one.

Bis repetita!

Two deaths in a row,

at the paradise
of fragile nerves and lungs!

-Mr. Magnus!
-I wonder who will be third!

I'm begging you!

Have the decency
to put your jokes aside for once.

But I'm not joking.

I'm not joking, doctor.

There will be more, you'll see.

A third, a fourth…

five deaths perhaps.
Or all of us, who knows?

What number will yours be?

You're attempting humour? That's new!

Give me my number. I'm in a hurry.

It might be appropriate…

to offer some money
to the child of that miserable woman.

-Could you?
-Yes, if that's what you want.

Let me know how much.

What a tragedy!

You have nothing to fear, you know.
Even if I'm caught and convicted,

I'll deny our relationship.

You won't be. For now, you're not at risk.

Yes, I am! The superintendent
wouldn't return for a simple accident.

He's investigating the clients
and I will get caught, it's obvious.

I have to go, now.

I'll write to you…

under a fake name.

You could come join me somewhere.

Perhaps.

Look at that small cabin, over there.

Come.

Where have you hidden the money?

I'm wearing it on me.

Who would find it here?

I'm leaving…

I've decided.

I'll need some money.

Of course.

I'll leave now…

I won't stop at the hotel.

What about your things? You can't leave--

You can make sure…

that no one notices my absence
for a day or two.

Have you really made up your mind?

Yes.

If you could wait for me…

with the money for just a few weeks,
it should be possible, right?

-I really want to live.
-You will!

I'll join you as soon as you're safe.

I'll take the train tonight.

I'll need some money.

Not much.

Will you wait for me?

Miss Julie!

Did you stop by at the farm?

I went to collect some wood.

It's so nice around here.

I rested on the grass for a bit.

Would you like some milk for the Count?

How is he? Is he still sick?

No, he's better. Much better.

He even went
down to the village for his things.

Didn't you see him?

No, I didn't see him.

I was busy chopping wood.

I'm a bit cold.

Don't go…

Wait for a moment…

You still have some twigs…

What do you want from me?

I mean you no harm, Miss.

I'm sorry.

I was about to put wood in the cabin
and you were with the Count.

You saw us?

I waited and…

I'm sorry.

You were there?

So, then…

the Count is your fiancé now?

Look, I'll give you some money,
and in exchange…

I don't want any money.

When he left, earlier,

I wasn't thinking.

A strong sensation came over me,

I wanted to talk to you and be near you.

I can't help it.

It's stronger and stronger.

Ah, Miss,

I've come to give you a slap on the wrist!

You haven't taken your drops
in three days. You should--

But I'm feeling so good right now,

and I'm sleeping perfectly well!

And… oh!

How is it going with your novel?

I'm making progress.

Mr. Berthold read most of it
and he was thrilled with it.

It's marvellous!
Fascinating and marvellous!

-That's wonderful.
-Excuse me.

I'm thinking of quitting
from the Telegraph.

-I'm not a servant!
-If my book is published…

I'm not a servant,
I'm an artist! An artist!

I'm an artist!

I'm not a servant, I'm an artist!

-No, no, no! Not a servant!
-Mr. Bedezki!

-An artist! I'm an artist!
-It's nothing, I'll handle him.

-An artist!
-I'll handle him once and for all.

-I'm an artist!
-Think of your audience, Mr. Bedezki.

Bring a bottle of port
to my room in 15 minutes.

Red or white?

What do you prefer?

-No, no, no!
-I'm begging you, listen to me!

A doctor!

Don't worry, I'll take care
of your meal right away.

Please bring two meals
to Count Florent's room.

Yes, Miss.

Ah, so you prefer white?

-Try it for me!
-There's only one glass.

Come on, now!
No need to be formal with me.

-How long have you been here?
-Since the very first day.

For peanuts, probably.

If you're kind…

Kindness is expensive, one note.

One note? How daring of you!

At least you know what you want!

-I know what you want!
-One note works for me.

But by God,
I want my money's worth, you little slut!

Simon!

Well, little Simon, is something wrong?

Goodbye, little Simon.

My God, what's happened?
What's the matter?

It's awful!

-Come now, calm down.
-It's abominable! I can't believe it!

My God, I could never
have imagined this! Never!

-Calm down!
-He said he was madly in love with me!

I even wanted to marry him
and quit my job!

Look, it's just a bad moment, it'll pass.

-It's awful!
-Trust me.

-With a maid!
-Yes.

-With a maid! It's awful!
-Yes, yes.

It's awful!

Sit down, it'll be alright.

-It's surely a misunderstanding.
-No, no!

Hotheaded men are strange, you know.
They're surprising.

Here…

He's felt shaken
by everything that's happened.

-The bull, that poor woman…
-He said he loved me!

-He said it to me!
-And the Consul's death…

Calm down, calm down.

You need to fix your hair.

Coming!

Shh, the Count is sleeping.
I'll bring it to him.

-I'll do it.
-Give it to me!

I'll do it!

-Good night, Mr. Count.
-Thank you. Good night.

Come on, open up!

Open the door so I can explain myself.

-Listen to me!
-Leave me alone!

-Let me talk to you!
-How could you?

Open the door!

Damn it! That's enough!

After everything you've promised me!
You can't have forgotten that!

I'm almost done.

There.

-Good night, Sir.
-Good night, my dear.

I've thought it over…
I'll wipe the slate clean.

But you'll have to marry me.

Listen to me, Georges.
You must marry me right away.

How dare you!

You did him in!

-You're crazy.
-Crazy, me? Crazy?

What's this, then?

Is this the Count, then? What about this?

I'll tell on you!
I'll tell them everything!

-I want half.
-It's not mine.

Well, it's mine now! All mine!

What a day!

It's Christmas today!

Thank you, God!

It's Christmas! What a day!

Georges?

Georges, where are you?

Georges?

Only six wounded.

One room should be enough.

But we'll need another three.

Yes, yes. Come on, bring them in, quick,

before our clients wake up.

Be as quiet as possible!

Come, I'll lead the way.

We're mad. We're both mad!

Imagine if someone had caught us!

Marry me, then.

-We wouldn't have to hide.
-No, not this again!

Hurry up, I beg you.

Hurry up! Come on!

Are you ashamed of me?

How can you say such a thing?

Marcellin, I've refused
two marriages for you.

Stop moaning.

I've been living in the shadows
for 17 years!

Always lying, hiding ourselves…

and pretending…

You're always harping on
with the same complaints.

So early in the morning!

You have to get rid of this damn habit,
I've already told you!

We should die the first day.

I'm going on my walk.

See you later.

Oh, dear God!

Oh, God!

She probably had too much to drink,

and fell on her neck,

it's as simple as that.

I don't know what else to say…

She fell on her neck…

it obvious!

Say something, damn it!
This is exasperating!

Surely… Miss Surville caught her
in Berthold's room yesterday.

Perhaps he made her drink a bit too much…

What a tragedy!

And Mr. Berthold suddenly left last night,
which wasn't planned.

Strange coincidence, isn't it?

I forbid you from drawing such conclusions
which are beyond your competence!

That's not what I pay you for,
never forget that!

I'm really starting
to get fed up with this!

Calm down, dear-- I mean, Miss!
I don't know what I'm saying anymore!

This accident is tragic, yes,
but it's still an accident!

That's now three deaths in a week!

After this, we can't afford a single…

We can't afford anything bad happening.

The police will surely investigate and
question all our clients, don't you think?

Mathilde brought two meals
to Count Florent last night.

After that, no one else saw her.

We must absolutely leave
Count Florent out of this!

I can't deny that his health is…
Perhaps we should send him up there,

to the military hospital.

If he were to die as well…

Mr. Count?

Mr. Count?

Hello, doctor!

You don't seem very well this morning.

Please, Mr. Magnus, now's not the time,
especially this morning.

Mathilde died last night.

Third death at the Palace of Health.

The next one has already been chosen.

Mr. Magnus!

Life is nothing but a commodity
of no value, doctor.

No value.

We're just survivors for now!

Nothing more.

Have you seen Mr. Berthold this morning?

You know, I don't see
very well this morning.

This is frightening.

-This place is becoming frightening!
-Why not go on a walk with me, Miss Laure?

I see the new guests
at the hotel get up early.

I'm glad to hear your voice.
I feel a bit depressed this morning.

This morning?

In your state, you should be depressed
all the time, twenty-four seven!

So, are you aware? Of Mathilde's death?

Last night.

-She's the third.
-Another accident.

-The poor woman.
-An accident?

What do you know?

This place is cursed.

Who will be the fourth?

-Perhaps you, if I--
-Still no suicide, I'm glad to see.

I'm going on a walk
rather than listening to this nonsense.

Watch the furniture!
You're so blind you can't avoid a table!

Sorry.

Impossible! He'd have warned me!

That's enough, Miss! Calm down!

He'll be back
by the end of the week, probably.

Mr. Magnus, your letter.

No, leave it. I'll pick it up later.

Sorry.

Sorry for disturbing you but do you know
where I can find Count Florent?

Well, he's not here. You can check.

Don't get me wrong, Miss, but…

Something very serious
happened last night.

Could we talk somewhere quiet?

Hello, Daniel.

It's not easy to come to your place.

I'm glad to see you, Miss.

How are you?

I'm not great this morning.

Did you know there was
another accident at the hotel?

A maid died last night.

Oh, the dead…

there's no shortage of them these days.

I'm sorry about yesterday.

You know, the Count is a sick man
who is often depressed.

I do my best to help him.

Life isn't easy.

So now, you'll stay at the hotel
and wait for the Count to return?

-When should he be back?
-In three or four days.

Perhaps a week.

In fact…

I wanted to ask you if…

Well, this isn't easy to say…

if someone were to ask you
about the Count,

could you not say anything about…

Don't worry.

If you ask me to stay quiet,

I'll do so.

-For your sake.
-You're so kind, Daniel.

Though, I'd also like to thank you
with some money.

It's normal, everything has its price.

Come,

let me show you something.

The Count asked me
to hide this until his return.

In exchange…

he'd give me some of it.

So, no need to offer me money, Miss Julie,

because it's not money that I want.

But…

when did he give you all that?

Don't ask me.

It doesn't matter anymore.

I don't really know
why I go on all these walks.

For the same reason as I do, I suppose:

to keep you healthy.

I can't see very well anymore.

I'm not joking!
Help me! Give me your hand!

I don't like to touch you!
You should be able to understand that!

-There, is that better?
-Yes.

Much better!

It's so strange…

Just now, I couldn't see a thing.

I'm glad to see you!

And to see you
finally enjoy the fresh air!

-You're doing much better, that's great.
-You think so?

I'm taking a short break,
up to the lake with my Gotha.

I'm looking up the Orisinis

since next week,
we'll be visited by an Orsini prince.

He's syphilitic.

A syphilitic prince?
How fascinating, doctor.

Sounds like a melodrama.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Have a nice day! Enjoy!

Don't tire yourselves out!

What a numbskull.

I should kill him before I disappear.

Alright, come on. I'll help you get back.

No, no.

I'd rather wait here

and rest a bit.

It must be beautiful…

all that snow.

Oh, it's magnificent.

It's a shroud.

Don't pity me, Magnus,

but I can tell you directly

that I can't see a thing anymore.

-Everything is blurry around me.
-"Everything is blurry?"

In that case, you're blind.

That's exactly what I mean:
do me this justice!

Why are you complaining?

You're now spared of seeing
the soldier's bloody stumps,

the glove lady sunbathing,

-the murders…
-Be quiet!

Be quiet! You belong in an asylum!

You're just a lunatic!

-A madman!
-I'm not mad.

Absolutely not.

I suffer from depression.

It's moral grief, that's all.

Repeat that! As if there were
such a thing as physical grief!

You want to hang yourself?

-You should be locked up!
-I'm tired of dragging you now.

I'm taking you back.

You stubbornly shout to anyone who will
listen that you're incapable of living!

Yet you prattle on and on,
all high and mighty,

pretending to meditate on life,

nothing but grimaces and sniggering…

By God…

you don't offer anything that's needed:

not a single comforting word or gesture!

I don't know!

Something as simple as feeding a bird
or telling a child a story.

That's what we were missing:
the sentimental touch.

At least see the beauty in the world,
since you can.

There are thousands of ways
to make life bearable.

Enough with all that gibberish!

You're mediocre and pitiful,
that's the truth.

You don't understand life.

The cruelty of life.

Life? What even is it?

Is it a tooth pulled out of your mouth?

A man breaking ranks?

A sparrow falling to the ground?

Life isn't easy, is it?

And yet, I've never loved it
as much as I do today!

Orsini, Philippe,

son of Orsini, Dominique,

married to Julie de Hoyos-Sprinzenstein…

Sprinzenstein…

father of Maria-Dominique…

No! Father of…

Marie-Isabelle! Marie-Isabelle

and Dominique-Napoleon,

and… and…

Clarisse-Marie! That's it, I've got it!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

My clothes! My God, this is awful!

How stupid of me! My God, so stupid!

Come back, Georges!

Come back, I'm begging you!

Dear God, please let him still love me!

I'm begging you!

Hey…

listen to me.

That door, over there.

It's closed.

Go open it for me from the inside

without telling anyone, okay?

Don't tell anyone. Do you understand?

Don't tell anyone.

Go open the door.

I can't show myself in this state!

Help me, please!

Go open the door for me, please.

Help me!

Don't you understand?

Please.

No, don't do that.

No, don't do that! Stop it!

Stop it.

Don't do that! Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it.

Stop it…

Stop it…

-It was an accident!
-Are you screwing with me?

This accident was tragic, yes,
but it's still an accident!

I don't understand how it happened.

See? He died from the cold.

From the cold?
Five meters from your hotel?

Haven't you seen his arm and legs?

Look, a fifth death
and I'm shutting this place down.

You'll ruin me!

We have a suicide risk who could
carry out his plan at any moment.

Enough joking around.

I want all the information
regarding your hotel's clients.

Mr. Elmer had promised us that from today…

Mr. Elmer is too busy.

-Ask for the doctor. There's no reason--
-The doctor!

-He won't be coming anymore!
-Excuse me. Miss Sophie?

Please prepare my bill.

I'm leaving this afternoon.

-May I sit down?
-Of course, Miss Julie. Go ahead.

-Did you know the doctor died last night?
-It's hard to believe. How?

They think he fought off an animal.

It seems all his clothes
were completely torn.

What a horrible death
for such a conscientious man!

This place has become so sinister.
I'm leaving this afternoon.

-Don't leave, Miss Julie!
-Oh, Death…

old captain…

it's time…

let's raise the anchor.

This country bores us,

Oh, Death! Let's cast away!

If the sky and sea are as black as ink,

Our hearts, which you know well,
are full of sunshine.

You're cheering us up,
as usual, Mr. Magnus.

In any case, it's very kind of you
of declaring your death announcement.

Stop bickering, both of you.

Let's go for a walk instead.

That's kind of you, but I'm too tired.

He's not tired, he's blind.

Unfortunately,
the longevity of blind people

far exceeds that of tired people.

Come on, Mr. Moss.

Sorry but I don't want
to walk up there anymore.

Just a little effort!
We could go sledding, it'll be easier.

Come on, it'll do us some good!
It's too gloomy here.

Sledding?

Why not?

Thank you, Miss Julie.

-Will you come with us?
-No, no.

Your letter, Mr. Magnus.

Come on, Mr. Moss.

How horrible!

Sledding in winter
and hula-hooping in summer.

Come on, let's do that again!

-It's so fun!
-What a shame you're leaving today!

-I'll miss you!
-Come on!

-Wait for me, Miss Julie!
-Just a little effort!

The snow is hurting my eyes,
but it'll pass.

It's been a long time, you know…
a very long time…

-I feel so dizzy!
-Hold on tight!

To hell with all our troubles!

To hell with all our troubles!

Miss?

Miss!

I can't see a thing!

Miss, where are you?

Miss!

Answer me!

I can't see anything!

Help me!

Help me…

Miss! Answer me!

Miss Sophie, still no news?

No, I've already told you!
You must leave the hotel today.

All the rooms have been requisitioned.

Haven't you seen Mr. Berthold?

I'm ruined.

It's nice out.
Now… let's go on a walk now.

Thank you, thank you…

A drink? Sure, let's have a drink.

I love to dance. Do you want to dance?

Why not? Why not? I love to dance.

I love to dance!

You must free the room tonight.

The entire hotel
is being used by the army.

Here.

It's from Daniel,
the farmer down the hill.

He also said
that if you'd like to go on a walk,

he's gone fishing at the lake for the day.

Even blind, you always manage to find me.

You're here?

Where are you?

This way, over here.
Stand up straight, people are watching.

I may surprise you, Mr. Magnus,

but in the total darkness
in which I find myself,

your sarcasm actually warms my heart.

Please continue, talk to me.

Mr. Moss, everything has been sorted.

An ambulance
will take you straight to the hospital.

Mr. Magnus.

-Your letter.
-Thank you.

You'll surely find me grotesque
but love letters move me deeply,

even if they're not for me.

Who would write to you,
with your ape-like face?

And all grazed, as well!

You're right.
I've never received a love letter.

Perhaps from my mother,

a long time ago.

You can tell me the truth now.

It's your wife who writes you
almost every day, isn't it?

How is it any of your business?

There's nothing extravagant
about that, is there?

-It's a letter from your wife, isn't it?
-Let me read it in peace!

I always knew
you had a family, Mr. Magnus.

I've often wondered why you were here.

You're not sick,

you're even in great health,
you're not missing anything…

Sometimes, you seem so miserable!

Is it good news, at least?

I haven't finished reading it.

I would have liked to receive some too.
A small sign from outside,

a small sign of life.

Could you read it to me,
Mr. Magnus? Please?

Just a short passage,
as if it were addressed to me.

Are you there?

Are you there?

You are there, so answer me!

You'd be disappointed.

There's isn't a single word of love
in this letter.

"There isn't a single word of love…"

You know, Mr. Magnus,

sometimes, I feel so much sorrow that…

But I don't have the courage.

I don't have the courage.

Me neither.

I was never able to.

You know, I'm even more pitiful
than you can imagine.

All these letters
I've received each morning

and you envy so,
I was the one writing them all.

I write a fake letter to myself every day

because no one will ever do so again.

If only I could…

If only I could lose my memory
the way you've lost your sight…

and go… elsewhere…

to go die in some corner of the world…

Miss Julie, you came!

I'm glad to see you.

Thank you for the hat, Daniel.

It must have cost a fortune.
You really shouldn't have.

It's so nice here!

You're feeling better, right?

What a scare!

You could have broken your back
or killed yourself

with that damn sled.

I'd have been better off dead.

Have you seen my face?

That's nothing. Don't lose heart.

I'm sure the Count
will still find you just as pretty.

Did he come back?

Is he waiting for me at your house?

No…

He hasn't come back yet.

But he will, I'm sure.

What with all that money he left here.

I'd always dreamt of marrying a rich man…

a refined man…

from a renowned family…

who spoke several languages.

I'd dreamt of wearing beautiful dresses…

of being admired…

and desired…

But it's just a dream.

I can't stop dreaming!

I dream so much it's killing me!

If you want, Miss Julie,
now that the hotel is closed…

you can come to live…

in the big house at the farm

and wait for the Count's return.

He'll come back,

I know he will.

In a few days or a few weeks,

surely.

You won't lack for anything.

Subtitle translation by: Alexandra Botti