All language subtitles for MAN WITH SILVER EYES 1980 -1

THE MAN WITH SILVER EYES

- Were you waiting long?
- Not too long.

- Locals don't pick up hitchhikers.
- Understandable.

Would you mind stopping?

Should we wait?

He left his bag.

- Hi Francine.
- Evening.

Not sitting down?

Did you have a good day?

And you?

What do you know... He's early.

Wonder who that is...

That's your destiny
crossing the street...

We sang that refrain in Dubrovnik.

- Too late to order some food?
- That depends.

Sandwich?

Want something hot?
Like pizza?

Yeah, sure!

Can I have another Martini?

Evening.

I called to reserve. Mayène.

Like the region,
but only one "n".

And an accent,
over the first "e".

- For a week's stay?
- More or less. It depends.

- Can I leave my car in front?
- Of course.

Not too risky?

You could put it in the garage,
but there's no lock.

Never mind.

Upstairs, at the end of the hall.

Thanks.

- You lost?
- Going to Trois Fontaines.

On the right.

It's on my way.
Want a lift?

Everything's changed.

What's the address?

Who are you looking for?

- Have you been here before?
- Yeah.

Before all this.

Yeah.

Been a long time, then.
At least 10 years.

There were houses then.

What will you do?
Should I take you to a hotel?

No.

At Branco's, that coffee shop,
they rent rooms.

Thanks.

- Sleep well?
- No.

Bad room?

No.

You're out in the country here.

It's better with the housing project.
Used to be the pits.

I know.

So... you're from around here?

- Come to visit family?
- No.

- Coffee not any good?
- It's very good.

Hello.

Did you sleep here?

Look. Up there used to be
my parents' farm, on the left.

How can you recognize anything?

I use that tree as a landmark.

It's been here that long?

It was smaller.

I've got to open up.

Come in.

Unbelievable.
There are always books to put away.

Seems like they sneak out
when no one's looking.

If you like
you can borrow a book...

No, thanks. Nice of you.

Not just yet.
Maybe later.

Hello.

- What book did he ask for?
- Who?

The guy who just left.

- Friend of yours?
- No.

Well then?

Look, Miss...

I'm a police officer.
That's why I'm interested in him.

What did he do?

Nothing unusual.
He walked into a bank, with a gun,

had them hand over
some money.

Commonly known as a hold-up.

How much did he steal?

About 1.6 million Francs.

When was it?

Precisely on April 27th 1970.

What's so funny?

Sorry,
but that was over 15 years ago.

I haven't told you
the funniest part.

During the hold-up,
a cop was killed. Friend of mine.

- Doesn't that make you laugh?
- He killed a cop?

There were two of them.

Court ruled the shooter
was the one who got away.

What about him?

He got off easy.
15 years in prison.

15 years.
You'd never know.

What do you expect?
A flashing red light on his head?

Why do you think
he came back here?

- Childhood memories?
- Why not?

You live inside your books,
don't you?

He came back for the money.
It was never found.

Maybe his accomplice has it.

You should be a judge.

You're smart. But I know
what I'm talking about. It's my job.

Berger came back for the loot.
It's logical.

Anyone would find it logical.

15 years locked up!
He deserves his cash. No?

Maybe.

Look, I know I sound prehistoric
with these principles,

but serving time
doesn't give you any rights.

Prison never turned a criminal
into an honest man.

No, often just the opposite.

True, but that's not what I meant.
He hasn't changed.

Understand?

Not really.

Sure you do.

I'm certain you understand.

Where are you from?

Toulouse.

I lived a long time in Germany,

with my mother.
My father was American.

Be careful, Miss.

Thierry Berger is a criminal.

He's a danger to society.

- Hello.
- Hello. What year is she?

- '72.
- Looks in good shape.

They just need upkeep.
Give me a beer.

How much are your rooms?

- Uh, they're all taken.
- Since last night?

So this is a hotel as well as a café?

No. Rooms are separate
from the café.

- Just to help out.
- Help out your comrades?

- I'm a French citizen.
- From Belgrade.

Want to see my passport?

Maybe later.

I used to know a guy like you.
He was Moroccan though.

He rented rooms
to just anyone.

One day he got mixed up
in a big mess.

He's returned to his own country
since then.

You interested in that new guy?

You guessed it, pal!

What do I owe you?

Three fifty.

Who's that guy?

Some jerk.

You holding onto that room
for long?

Hello.

Hello.

So there's a basement.

Is that the parking lot?

This is where we keep archives.

You leaving?

No. Why? I just don't want
to stay at Branco's.

Some people
don't like ex-cons much.

- Where will you stay?
- Around here, if I find a place.

- Any ideas?
- No. Not right now.

Is that why you came by?

Thought I'd ask.
But never mind.

See you soon.

- What did he want?
- I don't know.

- He had a bag. Is he leaving?
- No, looking for a room.

- Branco doesn't want him there.
- Really...

Why?

When he got here
I was reading old newspapers.

- About the hold-up.
- Did he see you?

Yes.

It's not that important.

- Where are the newspapers?
- Basement. There.

Can I have a look?

Of course.

Why don't you help him
find a room?

Do those grow around here?

Clients ask for them.

They see them in magazines
and think they look nice.

Aren't you Mr Mafferty?
You used to be a green grocer.

What is it you'd like?
A miniature palm?

I'm looking for work.
I have experience with plants.

Think so, eh...

Don't you recognize me?

Yes. I recognize you.

- When did you get out?
- 4 days ago.

They should've kept you in there.
15 years isn't much for a killer.

I never killed anyone.

What about your parents?

When they died, I swore I'd crack
your skull if you showed up.

Others in the village felt the same.
Now the village is dead and gone.

You don't fit in here any more.
With anyone.

And I don't need your help.

There's the exit.

- Going into town?
- What?

- Can you give me a lift?
- That's amusing.

- What's your game?
- What?

I want to know
what game you're playing?

You're one of the cops
who interrogated me.

Haven't I done my time?
I don't owe anyone anything.

And the money?

You know I don't have it.
Leave me alone. This is my home.

Ok then!

Home?
You don't know anyone here.

Your parents are dead,
the farm is gone.

You don't know anyone here.

Nothing's left for you here,
except the money. The money and me.

Listen closely. I know you came back
to find the money.

But it's dirty money.

It's soaked in blood!

I know you don't give a damn
about a cop's blood.

- I came back because I'm from here.
- Me too.

Let me tell you something.
When you find it, I'll be there.

A jury won't convict you.
Just me.

And immediately!
Get out of my car!

Must protect your eyes!

It's this way.

It's not very big,
but the view is nice.

You see?

You're a friend of Francine's?

Yes.

Thierry!

- Mayène. What room?
- Room 7, up a floor.

- Thanks.
- Let me announce you.

Better not.

Yes, come in.

- Police.
- Very funny.

So, lots of grumbling in Nancy?

- Not grumbling, just wondering.
- What?

What you're doing.
Case is closed, isn't it?

After all this time.

I decide when it's closed.
I'm the cop.

- And what do I do?
- You learn your job.

High time, isn't it?

Isn't it?

You tail him from a distance,
that's all.

He recognized me.

That's not good.

I gave him some clues.

There's also a woman involved.

A woman? She with him?

- No. More with us.
- Pretty?

After 15 years in the joint,
they're all pretty.

She works at the library.

A library?
Why not a movie club?

- Keep my distance with the woman?
- That's right.

And if he finds the money,
what do I do?

Don't worry. It'll take time.
I'll be here.

Then what... bang, bang?

That's my business.

- Miss.
- Yes, coming.

You'll find it in here.

- Was it that one?
- Yes.

Hello.
Is the room ok?

Yes, fine. I'd like to look
at the newspapers.

- The newspapers?
- I'm interested.

After all, it's my story.

Come with me.

- Continue without me. I'll be back.
- Alright.

What are you doing?

- Wanted to check something.
- Check what?

What are you up to
in my library?

- The money.
- He told you to watch me?

Who's that?

The cop.

But I thought your accomplice
had the money.

What exactly did he tell you?

That you're dangerous.

Good thinking.

Do you believe him?

I don't know.

Francine, we're leaving.

Marie! Célia!

Come here!

Wait before crossing!
Frédéric, you hear me?

Please, let me do my job.

- You're going to listen.
- I don't care about your money.

- I'm not involved.
- You are.

If you think
I'm going to phone the police

to say you made holes in my walls,
it's your business.

Hello, Francine.
Are you busy?

I'm done with this gentleman.

I couldn't finish
the second one.

So, does Dallas exist in book form?

Shit!

It really is too bad
you don't have Dallas.

- I wouldn't have let you have it.
- Why?

If you knew the ending
you wouldn't watch it on TV.

Yes I would.
It's never the way you imagine it.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- You scared me.
- I have to talk to you.

You're stubborn!
Guess I have no choice.

No.

- Where are you headed?
- To talk? Neutral territory.

We barely knew each other.
The job needed two of us.

Why didn't they find the other one?

They were looking for
someone alive, not dead.

What were you going
to do with the money?

I've forgotten. Silly things,
childhood dreams.

And now?

In fifteen years,
I've had time to think.

- Do you think about it all the time?
- No.

In prison, if you think too much,
they notice.

The only way to survive
is to keep a low profile,

become transparent,
just barely exist.

Difficult.

It takes discipline.

Why are you telling me all this?

Mayène thinks I killed his friend.

He's waiting for an excuse
to shoot me.

Having the money is one.

- Yeah, a good one.
- Is it really worth it?

It's a risk.

I'm glad they left the tree there.

It was the boundary of the farm
when I was born. We're the same age.

It's gotten a lot bigger.
Before I couldn't hide in it.

I like it a lot too.

The money's there?

The basement comes
to about here?

So that's...

About 7 meters.

So it should be possible.

What should be possible?

To dig a tunnel and go up through
the roots of the tree.

You want to dig through all this?

I don't see any other way.

He's assigned another one.

Who?

That car, there.
It's a cop, I'm sure of it.

Mayène left, but that's
another cop. Don't look.

Ok. Let's go to my place.

Come on.

Is he still there?

Yup.

He thinks we're up to something.

It's just a little concrete,
and then blocks.

Just need to take out a dozen,
then you dig the tunnel.

I can hide the entrance
with a file cabinet.

I'll work at night
because of the noise.

The library's closed at night.

I'll need the keys.

And them?

If I spend my nights here,
they'll think we're an item.

They won't check the library.

Is that shocking,
what I said about you and me?

It's not that, it's the rest:
the key, the complicity, the police.

It's crazy.
I can't help, I don't want to.

I've been waiting 15 years!
It's important!

Don't you understand?
15 years!

I used to be like you.

I thought one needed
certain things.

Money, for example.
Love.

I wasn't rich, or beautiful,

or too intelligent.

I was sure I'd be unhappy.

So I searched.

Now I know you can't find it.

It'll be the same for you.

What exactly did you search for?

I wanted to travel,

meet people,
have adventures.

In a library?

Being a librarian is not
a vocation, it's fate.

From one library to another,
you end up here.

Alone?

Yes, alone.

Your coffee's getting cold.

I took almost all
of them. Except 3 or 4.

Photography scares me.

Why?

All those people not moving,
it's like a cemetery.

- Not budging.
- Coming downstairs?

You have nice legs.

Thanks.
That's something at least.

- Stay here.
- Let go! Not like that!

No!

No!

Stop it! Don't

Not like that.

Not like that?
You mean lovingly?

At your age...
still believe in love?

Love is when you're 20.

The one and only,
that doesn't last.

We don't get it.

Lost.

I'll get the one with the bag.
You take the other one.

It hurts.

The money...

Don't worry, it's here.

Is there a lot?

Quite a bit.

See? It was easy.

Take it easy.

- Thierry...
- Yeah?

- We made it.
- Yeah.

It's great.

Nothing left.

Is it good?

No. It's stupid.

Help her first.

- You want Part 2?
- No. A different one.

You know where they are.
Go choose one by yourself.

Go on.

Yeah? So?

So, you're involved
in quite a thing here.

A case that's been
closed a long time,

for everyone except
my boss, Mayène.

And how is that my business?

Depends on what
you want to do for Berger.

We can just let them
kill each other if you like.

I don't understand.

If he hid the money,
he's got to hand it over, pronto.

- Not to Mayène, it would be suicide.
- No,

that would be murder.

See? You do get it.

Is there a man who works here
when you're not around?

No, you know I'm alone here.

Give me the card.
I'll fill it out later.

- There.
- Thank you. Bye, miss.

Bye.

So, where's Berger?

Don't know.

Of course.

You're crazy.

What were you doing in the library?

What did the cop say?

Mayène is going to kill you.

I know that.

Thierry...

you have to go.

Without the money?

About last night...

Yes?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Yes?

- Come here.
- No.

Come here.

Were you scared?

Tell me, who was the man
you were talking about?

The one at the library?

I don't know.

- When did you see him?
- I don't know.

If it's who I think it is,

he's a very bad man.
You understand?

- Yes.
- Very bad!

But don't be afraid, I'm here.

I'm here to protect you.

Look.

See this?

So, when did you see him?

Ok, be that way.

When did you see him?

Come, quick.

Francine, are you there?

What's wrong with you?

Nothing. Why?

Talk to me.

- They spent the night together.
- You mean...

Really...

Then what?

He went back to his place.

Where's the librarian?

Yugoslav's café.

Let's go.
We'll start with her!

- One thing I don't understand.
- No kidding.

If we're always on them,
he'll never go for the money.

Wrong. We have to make them
feel the urgency.

Make him panic, force him to move.

Wow. That's beautiful,
"feel the urgency".

Sorry.

What was that?

Vermouth.

Would you like another?

- Why isn't Berger with you?
- I don't know.

- That's not what I'm told!
- Fuck off!

Romantic, isn't it?
Small-time killer shows up...

just like in novels.

Leave me alone.

Your librarian is a blessing

to those wanting to fit in.

Because you know...

fitting in is hard to do these days.

Traumatic.

A nice young man,
hardly did a thing...

just an armed bank robbery.

Of course a cop was killed,
but hey, it's his job.

So society throws
the guilty party in prison,

and the good people are happy.

Then one day he gets out.

And not for nothing,
to start all over again!

The good people should hide.
But no. They welcome him,

offer him a drink,
a place to stay, a girlfriend.

Here, everyone
is open and generous.

And when I say open,
I mean wide open! Right?

That's enough.

That's enough?

What do you mean,
that's enough?

You're a cop,
I own this place.

You want to drink,
to eat? Ok.

I'm here to earn a living.
I'm a shopkeeper.

In Yugoslavia,
I was blue collar,

I kept my mouth shut.
Here I own the place.

Good for you.

- So what?
- So what?

The librarian, as you call her,

is a good customer,
and I like her.

You can't harass my customers,
it's against the law.

He's right, he's right.
It's the law.

This what I owe you?

Did you like that?

- Can't wait for what's next.
- Don't you worry.

Late, isn't it?
Is Mr Berger here?

- Sleeping.
- Sleeping?

- You sure he's sleeping?
- Yes.

I'll check.

He was sleeping.

Ok, take the car and wait
two blocks down.

Oh, so it's you.

I'd like to talk to you.

I'm listening.

Come.

Come on!

We're not animals.
We can have a talk.

I got carried away
the other day, huh?

Just trying to scare you.

- You didn't.
- Well, good then.

- What's the police for?
- To piss people off.

You're not entirely wrong.

But why piss people off?

Because there are laws
that have to be respected.

Everyone forgets that.
Not me.

The police is nothing.
What matters is the law.

Justice is a nuisance,
but it's necessary.

It's vital!

Have you been drinking?

Berger.

I could have killed that jerk.

You bleeding?

No, not me.

Drive!

Lie still, I'll be right back.

Why did he do this to you?

Give him the money
so he'll leave you alone.

No.

You're so stubborn.

Let's see...

By the way...

I had a lock put in
at the library.

How are you going to get inside?

I'll blow it up.

It's better to have a key.

What are you trying to say?

Nothing.

Just talking.

Change your mind?

Maybe.

Why?

The money, right?

160 million, quite a dream.

I don't want that much.

- Just half.
- What?

You have a choice.

Shut up, César!

Will you shut up?

It took you long enough.

I was asleep.

Is that the one?

Don't you have a jack in this car?

I never get a flat.

Right, I forgot.

What's going on with them?

They never stop fucking.
In bed by nine, every night.

And mornings?

She goes to the library
and he sleeps late.

Aren't you overdoing it?

Not to worry.

He can't be in love with her.

- So you need to be in love to...
- He's using her, for something else.

Didn't you notice anything
at the library?

Yeah. Books.

Well, time flies
when you're having fun.

By all means, go.

Call me tonight.

Would you like
to have 160 million?

'Course I would.

Damn right.

Anybody here?

What is it you want?

What have you got downstairs?

Pornography?

Where's the light?

You could bury 15 people in there.

Old Mayène was right.

He was right.
But we won't tell him.

We have 3 options:
We let Berger keep digging,

We do the digging, without him...

Or I dig alone,
without either of you.

It's a good job, well done.

Nothing left to do but grab it.

I always knew one day
I'd be rich.

The flashlight's out, dead battery.
Got another one?

Yes.

Come on, hand it to me...

Go on, go inside!

Cool it, Berger, easy.
This thing's eating at me...

Been coming here often?
No. Don't tell me.

Let me figure it out...

Turn on the light.

Going to shoot another cop?

Listen.

I'll look around.

If you've hidden something
and I find it,

you can always kill me.

Ok?

It's locked.

Out of the way.

Go on, downstairs.

Well, go ahead.

Nothing?
You took a risk, good for you.

Now I'll show you where
the money really is.

- This is where I left the money.
- Where?

Remember, over there?
There was a farm.

- My parents' farm.
- Where's the money?

There. Buried somewhere.

- We dug everywhere.
- Everywhere? 40 acres?

I found a recognizable landmark...
And now look.

See that hill over there?
Remember it?

It wasn't there, it was over here.
They changed everything.

They put in sewers,
installed gas and electricity...

There's probably a guy
who can't pay his bills,

sitting on a fortune.
- 160 million.

80. My share.

And the rest?

Now you can do what you like.

Your story's so stupid
it's probably true.

The money's vanished!

It figures. Makes sense.

- Where were you?
- With Mayène.

- Will he ever stop hounding you?
- Sure, he'll stop. He'll leave.

He'll never leave.

What's the matter?

I'm scared.

I'm sick of it.
I want it to be over with.

In 2 or 3 hours I'll be done.
I'm inside the roots.

Go ahead then.
Take your money and leave.

I'll have to fill in the hole.

Hurry. As soon as you have
the money, call me.

- From there?
- Yes.

I'll come get you,
take you to the station.

- Please.
- Alright.

Ok. Calm down.

- Must be great on the highway.
- I took the interstate.

You can get to it from here.
Junction's just past the project.

State road heads off to the right,
4 miles further is the highway.

- On the right?
- Yes.

A few hundred yards
past the library.

Dear Mom and Dad,
I'm fine.

I washed Dad's car, and...

For all your insurance needs,

GAN offers a complete range
of auto coverage.

- Did you grab my things?
- Yes

Do you have
a train schedule?

No.

Putting this in your trunk.
Get rid of it.

You brought a bag too?

Yes. I'm leaving too.

- That's not what you said.
- No.

But I can't stay here.

They'll know I'm an accomplice.

Where will you go?

There, that's half.

Thank you.

- What about the car?
- In the parking lot.

They'll be looking
for it anyway.

I'm better off taking the train.

Yeah. Much better.

Stop shaking.

Subtitles - Anna Harrison Hines
for TELETOTA