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Thunder Over Paris

Blacks, were you born with frizzy hair?

Carter promises to make it straight!

Ten days' treatment for $10

Send in Charlie with the day's report.

Good morning, Boss.

Hello, Charlie.

I really should say 'Bad morning, Boss.'

Why?

Same as usual; the DA has a hundred complaints about us.

- It's not the first time! - No, but it could be the last.

Heads.

'Ten treatments! Ten dollars! Ten days!'

And today's the eleventh.

Don't panic, Charlie.

Even in New York, Justice doesn't move that fast.

Maybe.

But I'd like to be out of the way when the blow falls, and it won't be long.

You can't swindle $957,000.77 in 10 days without annoying the DA...

who only makes $10,000 a year.

Don't worry.

Tell Max to have the plane ready for 6:00.

- Where to, Boss? - You'll see.

I've got something in mind that'll be bigger than anything we've done to now.

What news?

It seems she left Marseille for Paris in 1930.

You have her address?

Not yet; there are 62 women in Paris with the same name.

- The agency is still looking? - Yes, I have the bill.

15,000 francs.

Pay it at once.

Boss, it's costing a lot to chase this woman.

There are lots here, pretty ones, complete with--

Just waiting for a sign.

Charlie and his women.

But this is different.

International Society of the Saharan Sea

Transform the Sahara Desert into an inland sea.

What until now has been a pipe dream can now become reality.

A 450 km canal will carry water from the Mediterranean to the Sahara.

A sea 5 times larger than France will replace the desert.

On the banks of this Saharan Sea will arise forests, cities, ports and roads.

Ships will dance on the waves.

Forests! Ports! Cities! Roads!

A new empire!

It's like a dream.

- Don't you agree? - Yes. It's very like a dream.

One man's dreams are another man's business.

Mr. Olivier Barel, manager and chief editor of L'Opportun.

Ask him to wait.

Heads. It's about money.

Yes, it's about money.

How many shares did we sell today?

The maximum. Since coming to Paris, you've made over 7 million francs.

Send in Barel.

Your Majesty.

Truly worthy of an Emperor of the Sahara.

It's funny. How things have changed!

I remember when you used to scrounge cigar butts off the ground.

And you were grateful for them.

Nothing nicer and more stimulating than meeting an old friend.

What do you want now?

I told you last time not to come here.

I remember.

I don't want everyone to know I'm paying for articles attacking me.

"Korlick: Seller of Mirages"

I hope you're satisfied.

How much is today's blackmail?

Blackmail! I so dislike that word!

Much more poetic to say "Profiting from an old friend...

in an excellent financial position."

At least for the moment.

What does "for the moment" mean?

Just that this can't last much longer.

I assume you're smart enough to understand.

Selling miles of Saharan sand to poor dopes.

Seven million so far - not bad!

But you should hurry.

I thought I'd pay you a little visit before it's too late.

How much do you want?

I don't know. You make money so easily.

If things go wrong, a puff of smoke and you're gone.

It's different for me: I have to stay here.

I'm an honest tradesman, run a sound business, I have to pay for it.

Honesty's expensive.

Fifty thousand?

That's a lot; maybe even too much, if it were just me.

Unfortunately, you know I don't need it...

but my girlfriend Ida--

She wants a fur coat.

What to do? I can't say no to a woman.

Fifty-five?

You be the judge. You know how it is, it costs money to love a woman.

Right? After all, you went to a little house in Rueil with a charming lady.

A well-known lady, a married woman.

Naturally, the husband wasn't invited.

I swear, if you ever breathe a word of this...

I'll kill you.

You know me.

I hear you. I swear.

There's no need to get upset.

I don't intend to talk about it.

It's nothing to me. I know the value of discretion.

But it's often useful to know these little details about people.

There!

Now get out!

Get the hell out!

What's it to me?

Goodbye, Your Majesty!

Detective Branch

- Hello, Pierre. - Hello, Gerlier.

Good news. The Korlick file is complete.

Good.

- He was an Austrian lieutenant in 1908. - Not bad.

1912, he was in Greece.

1913, he was a planter in South America.

1934, New York, he was straightening hair for blacks.

1937, smuggling in China.

1938, he appeared in Paris under the name Korlick.

Not bad. Quite a career!

A nice talent for reinventing himself.

What we need now are his fingerprints.

Here they are; just arrived from New York.

Fantastic! With that, he have him now!

Read this.

"Mr. Korlick invites you to a soir�e he is giving on May 18."

He's got a nerve!

He feels very sure of himself.

- Are you going? - Of course!

An excellent opportunity to meet him...

while he's still at liberty.

Come in.

Sit down, don't make any trouble, and tell me the truth!

The truth is, you're not very nice. You promised to come home for lunch.

I couldn't; ask Gerlier.

Some last-minute urgent business?

Sensational!

No sensational business tonight!

We're having dinner together.

We'll be spending this evening with Mr. Korlick.

I've received a letter from him.

A letter?

Well, an invitation for the big party he's giving tonight...

to the cream of Paris society.

Surely you're not going!

I certainly am.

You're joking; you hate those society parties.

True, but tonight I absolutely must pay a visit to this Mr. Korlick.

I hope you'll come with me.

Of course.

Henri!

Show me the proofs.

An 's' here, make it 'mirages'.

No, not that; "A new desert mirage

Watch your pocketbooks."

Now, mum's the word.

Oh, how long is my suffering!

Grand opera! Are you kidding?

It's to exercise my voice.

My radiant Leonora...

Farewell!

Well, you're in a good mood today.

What do you expect? The sun makes me giddy.

I want to stroll through the daisies.

You're so bucolic.

Bucolic? What do you mean - I'm not sick!

Bucolic!

It's like he's looking at me with Auguste's eyes.

My husband's eyes?

Auguste's eyes? You hear that?

It's simple for you. Monsieur turns up his nose.

Let me introduce you to my brother.

Mrs. Desmarets, Mr. Desmarets...

Our host, Mr. Korlick.

You're not going to starve!

I can't help it. Other people's emotions make me hungry.

Give me a little something, and some prawn--

- I'll be back in a minute. - Where are you going?

I have social obligations.

- With who? - I'll explain.

Who's that dame with Mr. Barel?

That's no dame, Miss Ida. It's Mrs. Desmarets.

Oh, that changes everything.

I get it.

Then we'll have to clear out.

I'll tell the boss right away.

Ida, you're next. Are you ready?

You're properly focussed?

You bet! Keep this plate for me, and the bottle.

Hurry, Ida!

And now, Miss Ida Maulincourt.

Through the streets and through the town

She goes her way, brushing along

Only 2 things in the world she loves:

Her fine polished floor and her boyfriend

He was a dirty drunkard

A foul-tempered brute

He'd come home, reeking of booze

In a towering rage

And that's when the rampage began

As if she were a real shrew

Every time she'd clean up the mess

And when he'd smashed up everything

Joking light-heartedly

Then she'd say, through her sobs

Wiping away her bitter tears:

"Ferdinand! Ferdinand!

At least watch out for the soup tureen!"

- What's up? - We've got to run.

- Why? - The police are coming.

- How do you know? - Max called.

Perfect timing.

It's not that bad. The plane's ready, right?

Impossible. The cops are watching Le Bourget...

all the the stations and the ports.

This time they thought of everything.

We'll see, then.

Get everything ready as usual.

They don't have us yet.

Tell Barel to come see me.

As soon as possible.

- See you, Charlie. - Hurry, Boss

Of course.

A fine time to dance!

- I have to leave. - Leave?

At once.

I have to leave France.

For how long?

A very long time, I'm afraid.

Why? What's happened?

Business problems.

The Saharan Sea?

I can't explain it all to you now...

but I'm done for. Ruined.

I feel like I'm losing you again.

I'd just found you again.

You can't know.

Poor Jeanne, I have to go.

Forgive me.

What wrong? Problems?

- I need you. - Me? You flatter me.

No joking.

I've done a lot for you, right?

Now it's your turn. Give me the key to your attic.

The key to my attic? I'm interested you know about it.

This key's very valuable.

You'll give it to me? Yes or no?

If you're asking as a friend, of course!

As a friend!

I know the price.

I swear, I feel the greatest friendship for you.

I understand, then. It has a very high price.

And I'm ready to pay.

How much?

- We'll settle that tomorrow. - Why not now?

I said tomorrow.

Well?

Take this and keep it safe.

Bring it to me tomorrow at the attic.

You're not afraid I'll lose your archives?

I trust you. Not much, but--

What if they're found on me?

You've nothing to fear.

They're not after you.

Today.

The little perks of honesty.

Until tomorrow.

And don't forget to bring me some whiskey.

Ready, Boss.

Not Boss; "Senator"!

Sorry! Of course, Senator!

- Charlie... your stomach. - I've got it.

His caviar is very good and his wine is excellent...

but as to his Saharan business...

I think it'll blow away with a desert wind.

Quite right, Senator!

Where are we going, Boss?

Goodbye, Charlie.

Boss! You forgot the dough!

I've got the records too.

- And you? - Oh, don't worry about me!

Korlick Unmasked! L'Opportun Was Right!

Underline that, 7 columns wide.

When I read the paper I was shocked!

It's a horrible scandal.

And you knew this last night when we were...

at that man's house?

Of course I knew.

Has he been arrested?

Not yet. But it's only a matter of time.

He can't escape.

A matter of time!

When I think that this perfect idiot sank all of our savings...

into Saharan Sea shares!

And without telling me!

- I wanted to surprise you! - You sure did!

- Everyone believed in it. - Except me.

I alone dared to attack Korlick when he was on top.

In a way, I'm the rogues' conscience.

Thanks.

If only everyone were like you, Mr. Barel!

I wouldn't go that far. We'd all starve to death.

You've got the wrong napkin!

The ace of spades is Auguste's.

Yours is the ace of hearts.

When you can't tell an ace of spades from an ace of hearts...

no wonder you and Auguste end up eating off the same plate.

Leave Mr. Barel alone!

- Another cup of coffee? - Thank you, Auguste.

Ida, give me back the key to the attic.

The landlord wants to do some repairs to the roof.

Is that a true lie?

- Word of honor! - Which one?

The real one!

What are the chances?

Here, but remember this:

If you ever double-cross me...

I told you, it's for the landlord.

Well, I'd better not find the landlord's lipstick on your collar!

Or I'll give him something to think about.

Did you hear me, Mr. Barel?

What's this? More bickering with Mr. Barel?

Have you forgotten you owe everything to Mr. Barel?

It's true!

She'd be nothing without you.

What about my voice?

I didn't need Mr. Barel to be an artist.

I was born with singing and dancing!

Not like you: teaching scales and arpeggios...

and it's not worth a damn.

That's not fair! Auguste is a talented composer with a great future.

Fine! Defend him! Gang up on me!

You're like 2 peas in a pod!

- It's immoral! - Immoral?

What's that supposed mean?

Nothing. Just an expression.

Majesty, your most loyal subject...

thought you'd like to read the latest news.

"Korlick disappears with millions!"

"Korlick commits suicide!"

"Korlick spotted in Monte Carlo!"

"Korlick murdered!"

Funny, eh?

Very funny.

Yesterday was yesterday; yesterday you said Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is today.

The whiskey.

Here's your money.

Here's your potion.

I asked for Black and White.

They didn't have any.

You've been busy.

We always return to our first love.

It's not that bad.

Now I ask for 3 things.

I'm listening.

First: a fake passport. That's easy for you, with your connections.

Second: put me in radio contact with the captain of the Zodiac...

heading for Le Havre.

Third: get me to Le Havre.

That's all?

Well?

No.

What do you mean, No?

I don't have to and I won't.

I've thought about it; last night I agreed to let you stay...

because you're my friend.

No; because I've got you.

No one's got me.

I won't run any risk having you here.

I paid you for that.

You think I'll risk my reputation for a few thousand francs?

If you're here it's not because I'm crooked.

You helped me out in the past.

Without me you'd have been locked up.

And I've repaid you.

So you don't want to do what I've asked?

I don't want to do anything.

Is it a matter of money?

No, just a matter of peace.

The tranquillity of a clear conscience.

I'm an honest man now, and I'm staying that way.

Believe me, honesty is the best scam.

There are others better placed to do what you want.

What do you mean?

You'd be safer in the little house in Rueil.

Shut up, or I'll strangle you.

Look, if you don't want to go...

If you won't do what I ask, I'm staying here.

One more thing.

You have what I gave you yesterday?

Your archives?

My attic's nice, isn't it?

A regular little dovecote.

Bastard!

Thanks! I can show myself out.

What can I do for you, sir?

I just want to give you this key.

It's not mine.

I know, but Nicola Korlick is at my place.

You shouldn't be telling me this, but the police.

I think you'll change your mind when you know my reason for coming here.

I hope you'll excuse my unusual behavior...

if I tell you that Korlick is behind a locked door in an attic...

waiting for me to help him.

I've decided to do nothing.

It's not my job to help him, but yours.

- Mine? - Yes, ma'am, yours.

When in difficulties, we turn to those closest to us.

I've no idea what you're talking about.

I believe it's your duty, ma'am.

And in your interest.

I leave Korlick's fate in your hands.

If you persist in this joke, I'll have to inform my husband.

As you please. I'm always at your disposal.

I have something else to give you.

Look at this photo.

It's impossible. What does this mean?

I could ask you the same thing, but I don't think I have to.

Ask Nicola Korlick.

Did he give you this picture?

No, I only followed my conscience.

How did you get this?

Professional secret.

Don't worry, I'm the only one who knows, and you can count on my discretion.

Olivier Barel can keep a secret. Goodbye.

The address is on the photo.

If you want to make Korlick happy, take him some whiskey.

Black and White is his favorite.

Now I have to come see you here! How does it look?

- What's up with you? - How polite!

- I mean you look lovely. - Stow the doubletalk.

Let him stay!

I came for Auguste.

He wants you to come over for dinner.

I'm really busy right now.

- How the roof going? - Coming along.

Monsieur's roof is coming.

Be serious. I'm dealing with a crisis.

A crisis of conscience, perhaps.

Your conscience must be getting worn out.

I can tell by looking how you're suffering.

What are you doing, Ida?

Listen to me, Ida!

Listen, Ida!

What's wrong with you?

You're asking me that?

You think I don't know what's going on?

You were with her Monday night!

To think I listened to you!

Listen! Don't make such a racket!

I'll tell you everything.

It's not what you think.

Jeanne!

You think I'm blind? She's your mistress!

- You're wrong. - I should listen to you?

A blackmailer?

If she were a decent woman, fine, but she's not even middle class!

Auguste was right!

Don't be stupid! I've rented out the attic.

Another lie?

To help out a friend.

It'll bring in lots of money.

That changes everything.

- You can have that coat you want. - I'd like mohair.

You'll get it.

Can I go pick it out?

Yes, go do that!

I'll run all the way.

- Don't exaggerate. - What do you take me for?

Barel came to see me.

He showed me this photo. How did he get it?

It was with some papers I entrusted to him.

You trusted him?

I had no choice. No time. It was all so fast.

How could you keep something so compromising?

Jeanne, it's my only photo of you.

I couldn't bring myself to destroy it.

It was weak of me.

But then, Barel knows everything.

He knows nothing for sure.

He must have followed me to Rueil and seen us go into your house.

But why?

Blackmail, pure and simple.

He didn't ask you for money?

Then he was trying to compromise you.

Then I'll have to go to Pierre.

Look what I've just received.

A picture of Barel at Korlick's party. It's odd.

Not particularly.

Yet it explains a number of things.

Did you ever think there might be a link between Barel and Korlick?

How?

L'Opportun was on the verge of bankruptcy...

then suddenly things turned around.

And just at the same time, Korlick turned up in Paris.

But L'Opportun is Barel's paper, and the first to attack Korlick.

Blackmail.

Because there must be some history between them.

It was to avoid suspicion.

I'm sure that through Barel, we'll find Korlick.

- Think so? - I'm sure he knows where he is.

If I could search Barel's place...

I bet you we'd find evidence of complicity.

- Will you give me carte blanche? - Yes.

You'll have your search.

That's enough.

- It's my only-- - Along with me.

You can't stay here.

Come to Rueil. You'll be safe.

I can't accept.

- It's too risky for you. - I'm afraid what'll happen.

If you stay here, you're at Barel's mercy.

I can't bear to leave you here.

Please, say yes! Do what I ask!

There's Mr. Barel.

A pack of gaulloises.

Mr. Gerlier! What brings you here?

Problems.

I broke my best pipe.

You'll have to buy a new one.

The best ones are here.

Any news on the Korlick affair?

You know I was the only one who told the truth.

Of course. My advice to you is to keep telling it.

- For your own good. - Thanks for the advice.

How beautiful!

You should get this one.

You're an expert?

No, but it fits perfectly.

Look at the symbolism.

The police swoop down, the egg is gone...

and the bird's flown.

There you have the Korlick affair.

Give my regards to Mr. Desmarets.

Marthe!

Did Madame tell you where she was going?

Madame never says where she's going.

Of course.

Thank you.

Do you know what he's saying?

Don't worry, I know him; he's travelled a lot.

I think it's Russian.

We have the honor to present the queen of modern song:

Ida Maulincourt, singing 'The Garter'.

In the evenings you can hear that song:

The gentle murmur of tender gowns

That desirable rustle of skirts

But there's something subtle and discreet

That women possess, a sweeter mystery

That bars the all-important path:

The Garter.

A world of romance

That magical circlet that borders delight

That intoxicating promise

That shows in a flash the sweet joys we can feel

A barrier, a border

To cross before entering the Land of Love

The Garter is the last favor

Before complete happiness.

Have you seen Mr. Barel?

He was here for a moment, then he left.

Oh, he's got a nerve!

What'll you have?

Nothing; I have to watch my voice.

- An orangeade? - Fruit juice?

Some manners you have!

Excuse me. I'd really like to get to know you.

How about using your French?

When I was little, my old nanny told me...

"Bambino, when you meet a woman you like...

and she won't give you the time of day, just give her a kick somewhere.

She'll think you're un po' cavaliere.

You smile, she's taken off-guard, and you take her somewhere for a drink.

And who knows what'll happen!"

Does your friend Barel stand you up often?

Don't mention that bastard.

Maybe he's hiding something from you.

Oh, I know everything!

Tell me more!

I told you not to mention him!

What a voice!

I feel sad away from the country.

I know a marvellous farm.

With flowers, and cows - real cows!

And sun!

I've got my car - come with me.

Yes! We'll squander through Nature.

Yes? Alright, I'll get on it.

- Well, officer? - It's nothing.

A woman chopped to bits.

My God! What if it's Ida!

No, it's a 45 year old Rumanian.

Another victim of jealousy.

What a night! If you knew, officer!

You keep telling me. Go home!

Or find another woman. I can put you onto an agency.

You here that? He says find you another mommy!

Oh, damn it!

What's this?

What next, an eclipse?

Last night you said we'd pick daisies.

Poor dear! This'll cheer you up.

Big deal! I buy those at a shop.

I even put violet perfume on them.

You put violet perfume on poppies?

Why not? I'm an artist!

Look at this towel!

They sent it up in segments.

Now that's the limit! There's no more water!

What'll I use to gargle my voice?

Come in!

- Good morning, folks. - Good morning, dear.

Look, Albert! I can still smell the cow!

Sorry, but the cow's still a little lame.

I've brought you condensed milk.

Milk from a can? From a preserved cow?

That takes the cake!

The sun, the flowers, sweethearts!

Just poets' babble!

I'll sure remember the countryside!

How far is it to Paris?

Here's where we are:

Your wife went to Barel's. You have a meeting with him, he didn't show.

He's not at home or at his office.

This doesn't seem odd to you when you put it together?

In your place, I wouldn't delude myself.

What do you mean, sir?

- Can I speak man to man? - Please do.

I've no fear of the truth.

No doubt about it; your wife's cheating on you.

Cheating! You don't know Ida.

I trust her as I trust myself.

And if Barel managed without her consent?

That would be monstrous!

Oh, it's you! You've been hard at work.

I tried everything. We've done a lot of talking.

But not a word about Barel.

Try to question her some more.

Yes, Boss. I'll be back soon.

OK, Boss.

Boss? What boss?

Ida, can you keep a secret?

I swear.

You've heard of Petrini Tapioca?

You mean-- ?

Well, he's the boss. And I'm--

That changes everything!

Pierre, it's Gerlier!

Oh, yes? What's up?

He's found cause to search Barel's place.

Good timing!

He's asking when you want the search.

As soon as possible.

As soon as possible.

Right. Right, goodbye.

I think we'll finally have some news on the Korlick affair.

Ida, I'm waiting for an explanation.

Auguste! My poor Auguste!

If you knew what happened to me; it's abominable!

Just like in the movies!

- Just imagine, I was kidnapped! - Kidnapped?

Carried off in a car.

- By whom? - By gangsters.

They even had masks.

What did they want?

How do I know? It was a case of mistaken identity.

It seems they thought I was Mistinguette.

Because of my voice.

Oh, my poor sweetie!

What did they do to you?

First they tied me up...

Then they took me to a cabin in the woods...

then there was a big fight...

- And then? - Then I was rescued.

By a very nice man named Albert.

I can breathe again.

He brought me back.

What a fine fellow!

And that's not all. We went by Fontainebleau...

and I brought you back this.

Forgive me, Ida. I was very guilty towards you.

I admit, I suspected you.

What does it matter? I'm back, one way or another.

Thank you, Ida!

Can I invite Albert to dinner?

- Who? - My rescuer!

He's downstairs in his car.

Do you think he'd accept?

He's not proud.

My rescuer.

Let me embrace you, sir!

Your place is here.

He deserves it. He acted like a hero - unstoppable!

Another embrace!

You remind me of Caesar!

You remind me of Pompey.

You'd think they were a pair of boxers.

Marthe? Put Madame on the line.

Madame's not home, sir.

Miss Yvonne waited an hour for her.

Thank you.

Sorry I'm late, dear; I was with Yvonne.

You know how it is, we start talking and time just flies.

- You were with Yvonne? - Yes.

Why are you lying?

You weren't with Yvonne.

Look at me.

This isn't the first time you've lied to me.

You lied yesterday when you said you were at your dressmaker's.

I sensed you were lying, but I didn't want to believe it.

Now I suspect.

Speak!

Say something! Explain, defend yourself!

I only ask to believe you.

I need to believe you.

Pierre, believe that I love you; believe it!

Even if appearances are against me.

Why are you lying?

I can't tell you - I can't!

Give me a few days.

I'll tell you.

Come in.

Barel's just arrived.

I'll see him.

I'll go.

Wait for me in Gerlier's office.

- Did Pierre tell you the news? - What news?

Korlick was at Barel's.

We missed him by a few minutes.

Are you on his trail?

We hope to catch him again soon. He had accomplices.

A woman in particular.

Yes, we found her fingerprints with Korlick's on a whiskey bottle.

I think we're almost there; he'll be pleased.

I've a lot of things to do tonight.

I'm a bit tired, I think I'll go on ahead.

Tell him to meet me at home.

- Carpette, Jos�. - Present.

My hat...

Oh! What are you up to?

My new hat!

You rotten... that's a crime, that is!

I'm coming.

How do you explain Korlick's fingerprints in your attic?

I can only repeat what I said: I don't know where Korlick is.

You're lying!

Think hard, Barel.

If you don't tell us where to find Korlick by tonight...

you'll be arrested as an accomplice.

If you arrest me, you'll be committing--

An injustice, no doubt?

Worse. A blunder.

Jeanne's left?

Yes, she was tired and told me to tell you she was going home.

Who's this?

The shopkeeper who sold the bottle of whiskey we found in the attic.

- I was questioning him. - Go on.

This woman - describe her.

Speak up.

I just made a sale; I'm an honest businessman.

It's as true as my name is Carpette, Jos�.

Will you give us a description of this woman?

You know her better than I do!

She just walked out of your office!

What did you say?

Yes, she walked right past me, pretended not to see me.

These days, you don't know who to trust!

Soon I'll need security checks for my customers.

What a world!

I mean, she asked for whiskey. Black and White.

It was my last bottle.

Oh, she was very elegant.

- Would you recognize her again? - And how!

Look at these.

That's her!

Just like I said.

You're sure? Absolutely sure?

I swear.

You know better than anyone the value of evidence.

I don't know how you can consider it.

He could be mistaken.

We'll see if he's mistaken.

Take this to the lab.

Check the fingerprints against those on the whiskey bottle.

Lift the prints and compare them to those on the whiskey bottle.

The prints on the ashtray match those on the whiskey bottle.

Jeanne's attitude justifies every suspicion.

- She lied. - Pierre--

Yes, she lied!

It fits; it explains her absences, being late...

Mr. Barel to see the Director.

Send him in.

I'll leave you with him.

Well, Mr. Barel!

I'm really sorry to bother you again, Director...

but I absolutely must confess something.

For some time now I've been suffering from memory lapses.

You must find that very painful.

Unless it's very convenient.

Don't joke, it's terrible!

My life is so complicated. Earlier, I sincerely told you...

I didn't know where Korlick was.

And now you know?

So tell me where he is. Hurry up!

Just a moment, don't rush me. My memory is so shaky.

I have it.

I remember certain people who give the police important information...

have a right to be assured of complete immunity.

In other words, you want to know if you'll be incriminated...

if Korlick is arrested.

Naturally.

If you tell me now where to find Korlick...

I can promise you the greatest lenience.

You can't write me a letter? A little note laying out the main points.

A letter? You have my word!

I don't doubt you. But if you forgot, it could cause me serious problems.

If my word isn't good enough for you, you can leave.

I trust you completely.

To the point: where is Korlick?

He could be in a little house in the Paris suburbs.

Where?

My memory... it's on the tip of my tongue.

A Paris suburb. Very nice.

Ren... Ran... Next to Malmaison... Ru...

Rueil?

That's it!

Where in Rueil?

- You know it? - Of course, I have a house there.

Rue des mariniers.

Amazing; Rue des mariniers.

Number 32.

Impossible! I don't understand.

Explain yourself!

I don't know if I should give you this photo now.

Give it to me.

You take full responsibility.

If you're interested you can keep it; I have other copies.

And of course, you can trust me completely. You have my word.

So, can I go?

Yes, but don't try to run.

I'm going to have you watched.

Thank you, Director, that's very nice of you.

One can never be too well protected.

I'm going.

- Did Barel talk? - Yes.

- You know where Korlick is? - I think so.

Let me go with you.

No thanks. I have to go alone.

I can't go on lying to Pierre.

It would take a miracle to save us now.

Yes. A miracle.

And I'd give my life to do it.

But I'm just a man.

A father trying to save his daughter.

You can't do any more; I beg you let me tell Pierre everything.

It's too late.

I've only one solution.

I must disappear.

In any case...

without you, I have nothing to live for.

But you've lived without me for such a long time.

Yes, but you were always present in my thoughts.

And you gave my life meaning.

You'll never know how much I suffered.

And after, how happy I was.

To be able to see you, speak to you...

to hold you.

Why didn't you try to change? You promised!

I tried.

I swear to you, I tried.

But I couldn't help it.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why?

I was afraid. So I lied.

And then I was trapped by my lies.

I was going crazy; I wanted to tell you, and keep quiet.

I was about to go to you.

And then I didn't want to tell.

I imagined everything that could happen...

I thought you wouldn't love me anymore if you knew.

If I knew what?

That she's Korlick's daughter.

You keep quiet!

The ruined lives, the deaths you've caused without caring.

You'd even compromise your own daughter in this scandal.

You're wrong. I'd have never involved Jeanne if it weren't for--

- Barel. - Yes.

He's the one who told Jeanne I was in his attic.

And he brought her a photo of her he got from me.

He stole it.

He wanted to compromise her to guarantee his own safety.

We know about Mr. Barel's methods.

Now I'm prepared for anything.

I don't want to spoil the happiness she's found with you.

You should have thought of that before. Now I must do my duty.

I'm at your disposal.

But for Jeanne's safety, I need 1 hour.

Some business that I must take care of.

Just one hour.

If you let me leave now, I give you my word--

Your word!

Forgive me, but you MUST believe me.

Nothing means more to me than Jeanne's happiness. Not even my freedom.

It's 8:00.

If you let me leave now...

I'll be at your disposal in your office at 9:00.

Precisely.

Please, Pierre.

Very well.

I'll expect you at 9:00.

What a mess!

Hello, Barel.

It's you.

How are you?

Very well.

What's wrong? You don't seem too happy to see me.

On the contrary. I'm delighted to see you followed my advice.

I felt very bad for you.

No doubt.

I've always appreciated the value of your friendship.

And really, there's nothing nicer, and more stimulating...

than a chat between old friends.

Very nice.

What are you hiding?

Nothing. Just some old photos.

Oh, don't joke!

I'd lay a thousand to one...

that those photos are of some dirty old rascals.

It's true.

But I don't want to show them because they're photos of Ida.

Now I understand.

I swore I wouldn't show them to anyone.

Naturally. And obviously, you always keep your word, right?

When I've given my word of honor.

Me too.

I'll tell you what's in that envelope:

it's the negatives and copies of the photo you stole from me.

Stop! You'll break my arm!

It was my only weapon against Desmarets.

I told you... very clearly...

if you ever breathed a word about Mrs. Desmarets and me...

I'd kill you.

Don't be stupid; we don't always have a choice.

Kill me - why?

Because I also gave my word of honor.

Then neither of us will survive.

We've been together so long.

Why risk your neck for the honor of killing my scrawny carcass?

It's an obligation for me.

In an hour, I'll be dead.

Not so much fun now, eh?

Stop.

Stop, or I'll have to shoot.

Stop!

I didn't want to do it.

You wouldn't stop! I begged you to stop!

Why wouldn't you stop?

I swear! I didn't mean to!

Don't be mad, Johann!

Please, Johann!

I'm your friend, Johann!

I'm your friend!

Johann!

I hope you were right.

Yes, it's me.

Forgive me.

But it's impossible for me to keep my promise...

and come to your office.

But you'll find me...

in Barel's attic.

The Korlick affair...

is closed.

Come on!

Yes, it's Jeanne.

You've nothing more to fear.

The photos are destroyed.

Tell me where you are!

Where are you?

Forgive me again, Jeanne.

My last thought...

was of you.

Please tell me where you are!

It doesn't matter anymore.

Goodbye, Jeanne.