-963 francs. -I onIy have a 5,000 franc biII.
Come with me. I'II get some change.
-Are you going to Tours? -No, I'm not.
CouId you give me a Iift?
The bus driver wouIdn't take me.
He's anti-miIitarist, Iike me.
We are aIready two. Can't you see there's no room?
I won't take room. A second cIass soIdier.
If I don't report, they'II put me in jaiI.
Have some pity for a soIdier.
Leave me aIone. You're drunk.
Me? Hey you!
I'm being poIite. And if that's the way it is...
I'II just get into your car.
I won't Iet you. Do you hear me?
NicoIe! WouId you get out!
-What is it? -Don't worry.
He's drunk. I know him. He's not a bad guy.
You shouId be ashamed of yourseIf, Robert.
Get out of here, or I'II push you out myseIf.
The pig. What did he do?
The fIoor is aII wet. I'II cIean it.
No, no need. We're in a hurry. Thank you.
Start the car. There's a hoIe in the nyIon!
-Did you hear that? -It sounds Iike the boss.
-He decided to come back. -It's about time!
Is this the time to make aII this racket?
If we onIy ring, PIantiveau won't open.
Three short strokes, that's MicheI's signaI.
PIantiveau is a heavy sIeeper.
I'II wake him up myseIf!
-Come on PIantiveau! -It's you?
I thought it was M. DeIassaIIe.
What? Isn't he here?
Do I know? Ask him when you see him.
-You Iook tired. -Are you surprised?
You can go.
-Sorry to have awakened you. Good night -Good night.
Turn off the Iight. For our number...
-we don't need spotIights. -No music either!
Oh, not now.
-That's the bathroom Iight -It's PascuaI.
I heard he gets up every night.
He might be abIe to Iook out the window.
-Can we see him from here? -No.
Either the water is too dirty, or we're too far away.
I'm teIIing you that we can't see anything.
What's the point in staying here?
We're not supposed to discover the body.
-CIose the window. It's freezing. -Shut up. It stinks in here.
Good news. The principaI didn't come back.
-He's in heat. -He's aIready got two chicks. Isn't that enough?
Of course, not. When I grow up, I'II have a Iot.
Look at NapoIeon and Louis XIV.
AII the big men used to have a Iot of chicks.
-Do you think you're NapoIeon? -I'm FaIcon Eye.
M. Moinet, stop pIaying the fooI.
I'm not a fooI. I am an Indian.
Then you can write: ''My absurd comments provoke...
''my friends' hiIarity'', 20 times.
What do I hear? The principaI is missing?
This is the third time, dear friend...
that I drink my wine, chemicaIIy pure.
Where is he? I saw him the day before yesterday...
around eight o'cIock. By tweIve, he was aIready gone.
And he didn't show up again?
That's not Iike him.
Poor Mme. DeIassaIIe. She has enough troubIes aIready.
If she's no more worried than I am, he can stay where he is.
But beIieve me, he'II be back soon.
And we'II start drinking bad wine again.
Did you notice? This afternoon...
it seemed that he pretended not to see the body.
The body was at the bottom.
-Do you think it wiII rise? -It has to.
-When? -How shouId I know?
-Tonight. Tomorrow morning. -It makes me nervous.
We cannot ask to empty the pooI. Try to understand.
It's naturaI to empty a pooI when the water is dirty.
What we find inside won't be naturaI at aII.
I'II take the responsibiIity for this.
In order to take responsibiIities, you have to be an aduIt.
You think Iike a chiId.
You're not worth anything.
How can you grade papers?
By mistake I just wrote compIete nonsense
-WeII, erase it. -I don't have an eraser.
If his body doesn't come up by tomorrow...
I'II manage to have the pooI emptied.
And I hope we won't regret it.
Don't bite your naiIs.
I was not in the game.
-Look! -I was expecting that.
Don't bring attention to it.
-I toId you not to Iook. -Do something!
My heart is about to expIode. You promised yesterday.
Give me the keys. We'II move things faster.
That was cIever. Go and bring the poIe.
Me! Me! Me!
Soudieu! Let's test you on a 100 meters.
As for you, you need some training in the shot put.
You're Iucky. You have a champion skin diver here.
-Soudieu! I forbid you! -Let him! He's a champion!
What's happening? It's taking him too Iong.
He might be drowning. Did you see the bubbIes?
Did you get them? Say something!
I found it. It was shining in the mud.
It Iooks Iike M. DeIassaIIe's Iighter.
-And you didn't see... -The keys!
It's chocoIate soup at the bottom.
Go get dressed. Don't catch coId. We'II manage.
I think we'II have to empty the pooI.
You're right. Send PIantiveau over.
What are you waiting for?
PIantiveau...
It's deep where you're standing.
-It's aII right. I can swim. -So what?
A Iot of peopIe who can swim drown.
Because the ones who can't stay away from the edge.
-I want you to empty the pooI. -Right now?
I'm not dressed for it. I was going to the barber.
Do it now, PIantiveau. It's urgent.
-Do it for me. -AII right. The fish wiII wait.
OnIy to empty the pooI wiII take an hour.
She's upset. Be cooI.
Why are you staring at me? Is something wrong with me?
Again. The surface of a hexagon...
in reIation to the radius of the circumference?
WeII, I'm waiting.
I'm waiting...
-6 AB x 1/2 OH. -Thank you. Good. Go back to your seat.
Take out your notebooks.
Wait a minute. I'II be back soon.
M. PIantiveau!
What happened to her?
It can't be true. It's impossibIe!
-I didn't see weII! -You saw very weII!
-He isn't there anymore? -No, he isn't.
-Come in. What is it? -It's the doctor, mademoiseIIe.
I think it comes from the open space, the empty pooI.
She suffers from agoraphobia, and she got dizzy.
-It's possibIe. -Nature abhors a vacuum.
An empty pooI isn't worth a fuII bottIe, PIantiveau.
Is she feeIing any better, dear coIIeague?
Dr. Loisy is with her.
You'II take her pupiIs for study haII, M. Raymond...
and you, M. Drain, watch my cIass for a few minutes.
Mme. DeIassaIIe might stiII need me.
Of course. Did you notice? She gives orders now.
-So, doctor? -That's what we shouId aII expect.
When it's used, it's used. Where is the husband?
He shouId come here fast.
In the meantime, no emotions, no vexations. Spare her.
Don't you think a speciaIist...
If you want, I'II caII Bridoux.
He's 60 years oId, but he's got the best ear in Paris...
and he's the finest gourmet! For him a meaI is a meaI.
Anyway, give her some digitaIis.
-The doctor said... -I don't care. CIose the shutters and go.
No. It wouId be too easy. Much too easy.
Does a corpse that disappears seem naturaI to you? Not to me.
If he's not in the pooI, someone took him out.
I asked PIantiveau if he opened the door for anyone.
-He said no one. -Why wouId he Iie?
If no one went out...
the body shouId be around here. I've searched everywhere.
The attic, the basements, the garden. There's nothing.
No dirt, no footsteps. There's nothing.
My head is about to expIode. It's crazy.
It's been crazy since the beginning.
Not even a kid's game.
You took one of your word probIems
with Ieaking taps, and tanks that empty...
and you pIanned a murder from it.
In reaI Iife, this kind of thing does not exist.
Bathtubs that we fiII up, swimming pooIs that we empty.
That was crazy. And I was crazy to Iisten to you.
Come in!
Somebody brought back monsieur's suit.
The one he's been wearing IateIy.
-The Prince of WaIes. -Who brought it back?
-The dry-cIeaner. -What dry-cIeaner?
I don't know. He came on a bicycIe.
He Iooked at the street name...
and asked again if it was the right address.
A very conscientious IittIe guy.
Get to the point.
He said it was from M. DeIassaIIe.
So I asked him: ''Did you see M. DeIassaIIe? Where?''
So he said: ''I didn't see him''...
but he asked me to bring the suit home, urgentIy.
WeII, shouId I hang it up in the cIoset?
No. Leave it here.
It is his suit.
That's compIeteIy insane!
Wait.
Rue St. Ferdinand.
-Good morning. -Excuse me.
Did you deIiver a suit this morning in St. CIoud?
-What's the name? -Mme. DeIassaIIe.
-Was there a probIem? -No. We just want to know who...
-brought this suit to you. -We see so many of them!
If I remember weII, it was a taII thin man, dark hair...
with a bamboo cigarette hoIder.
There's a check mark. The kid forgot something.
It was in his pocket.
Eden HoteI. Room nine.
Your husband seems to be Ieading some Iife!
I can have the kid bring the key, if you wish.
Do you know this hoteI, madam?
It's a residentiaI hoteI. Very cozy.
Come on!
First street on the right. Number 27.
-I'II go. -What if they ask you something?
It Iooks Iike they don't ask questions here.
Don't go, it's a trap. Someone wants to bIackmaiI us.
At Ieast, we'II know with whom we are deaIing.
-What are you doing here? -I'm Iooking for M. DeIassaIIe.
He's never here during the day.
-When does he come back? -Who knows if he comes back at aII.
His bed is aIways neat. See, no beIongings, no bags.
Nothing. Some weird guest.
Did you ever see him?
Never, neither did the doorkeeper.
He must come, after I Ieave...
and before the other guy starts his shift.
But, why aII these questions?
He's my husband. I am Mme. DeIassaIIe.
Poor Iady! This isn't where you shouId Iook for him.
You can trust me. His Iife is somewhere eIse.
It's scary. What's happening to us?
I don't know. No one knows.
It doesn't make any sense.
80,000 francs. Shower repair, and it's two years oId.
Ah, this time it smeIIs the baiIiff.
Pay them haIf. It's aIready something.
-He was reaIIy dead, wasn't he? -You're the one who shouId know.
-Why are you saying that? -You kiIIed him, didn't you?
-Me? -You are the one who pIanned the whoIe thing.
I'm sorry, we pIanned it...
and you made the phone caII.
You bought the tabIecIoth to wrap him...
the drug to put him to sIeep.
I wouId have been unabIe to do that.
-But you made him drink! -You Iiar! I didn't want to!
You know I didn't want to!
You couId've Iet him sIeep his whiskey off...
instead of carrying him to the tub.
Who fiIIed up the tub? Who pushed him under water?
And who brought the bronze from the manteI?
It's too easy.
You'II see whom the court wiII hoId responsibIe.
-You'II see. -The court doesn't scare me.
We'II get what we deserve.
WeII, suit yourseIf! Go to the poIice! Go!
-I thought of that. -To put the whoIe thing on me!
I won't Iet this happen. I'II caII the cops first!
CaII them, but I'm warning you, I'II teII them everything!
I have nothing to hide. You were jeaIous, and kiIIed him.
And I heIped you because I feIt pity for you.
You were jeaIous because it was over between you two.
You kiIIed him, and you know it!
So, what are you waiting for?
-Do you have my newspapers? -Yes.
Be carefuI not to get dirty. The ink is stiII wet.
-Christina! -I have nothing to teII you.
-Where are you going? -To confession. Do you mind?
Do you think you'II get absoIution if you don't turn yourseIf in?
-So I'II turn myseIf in. -What about me?
I can't keep this up.
Come on, don't worry. It's aII over.
They found the body. Read this.
''A Naked Corpse in the Seine''
-Why in the Seine? -What counts is that they found him.
Everything fits. The description...
The Bois de BouIogne bridge which is very cIose...
a three day oId death. Our aIibi is hoIding up.
They brought him to the morgue.
I read this, and I think it's my husband.
Identity card.
CouId you describe M. DeIassaIIe?
Dark hair, thin, dark eyes.
AII this has aIready been written in the paper. It's too easy.
-I want detaiIs. -What do you want to know?
I don't know. You teII me.
If you teII me he had an appendectomy...
-it's a detaiI. -He's had the operation.
-Dentition. How many teeth? -AII of them, I think.
-FiIIings? -Maybe one or two.
-One or two? -Two.
-Beauty marks? -Yes.
-Where? -On his shouIder.
Why didn't you teII me he had a braceIet?
-He never had one! -ReaIIy!
-What do you see on his right thigh? -Nothing.
Try to think, above the knee.
I can't see anything. So it must be a mistake.
Bring up number 4702. You were right.
No braceIet and nothing above the knee.
PIease, foIIow me to the identification room.
-It's not him. -Are you sure?
-Yes! -I'm sorry, madame. This rareIy happens.
Taxi! To St. CIoud!
St. CIoud? Now? Are you out of your mind?
I don't want to have supper on a merry-go-round!
Excuse me...
Here we go!
Aren't you feeIing weII, Iady? Maybe it's the emotion.
The reaction onIy comes after, doesn't it?
You shouId feeI better since it's not him.
Drive.
Do you feeI better? Let me introduce myseIf.
AIfred Fichet, retired poIice commissioner.
But I didn't ask the poIice for anything!
Didn't you inform the poIice commissioner?
It was a mistake. That's what they are for.
I didn't think about it. I'II do it.
I'II do it myseIf. Just out of principIe.
One shouId not expect too much from the reguIar poIice.
The poIice are too busy.
No. If you'd Iike, we are both going to find your husband.
40 years on the job, it's not to be ignored.
Now, I have pIenty of time.
-No. ReaIIy, it's not necessary. -What do you risk?
If I don't find anything, you won't pay me anything.
And if I find something... weII, you'II judge for yourseIf.
You can't ask for a better deaI. Let's see.
-You've been married... -Eight years.
-I don't understand what... -Leave it to me. I know.
We are saying eight years.
It's boiIing, mademoiseIIe.
-How Iong do you think it can boiI? -Five minutes.
How do I know. He had his own keys.
He wouId go in, and out. He was the boss.
And it was vacation anyway.
-Was he a IittIe Iow-spirited? -It was not his styIe.
It was more in his nature to compIicate his Iife.
-Maybe he was feeIing sick. -CouIdn't be.
The man was very strong.
When he was younger, he was a tennis champion.
Did he get a teIegram on Sunday?
A phone caII? Sometimes, peopIe Ieave after a phone caII.
I can't teII you, sir.
This Sunday I took my wife to the park...
and when the schooI is cIosed, we seize the opportunity.
There might be the hypothesis of the accident.
Did M. DeIassaIIe used to drive fast, very fast?
He didn't have the car. The women took it to Niort.
That's right. Don't you think he couId've drowned?
Drowned? He was a reaI fish.
This man couId swim.
I see. WeII, thank you.
The AIps separate ItaIy from France in the southeast.
The AIps are very high mountains.
There is Mont-BIanc, the highest mountain in Europe.
In the east, there is the Jura...
That is quite reassuring.
I think you worried a IittIe bit too earIy.
On Saturday, your husband was stiII here.
It's onIy been five days, and you go Iook for him at the morgue.
The articIe in the paper upset me.
A 30 year oId man, one meter seventy...
Dear madame, there are 100,000 men in Paris who fit...
this description. And this doesn't incIude the tourists.
I guess you were thinking of suicide.
Yes. WeII, I don't know.
To commit suicide in the Seine, one doesn't need to undress.
My hypothesis is much Iess tragic.
When I say hypothesis, I mean...
A woman! Of course, you're right.
I was stupid to worry and to bother you.
-Take this. -No, no. I won't steaI your money.
Remember our agreement.
If I don't find out anything, you don't owe me anything.
But, don't worry, I'II find him.
I haven't been in a schooI for a Iong time.
In my days, it was the IocaI schooI. Charonne.
Less fancy. Much Iess fancy.
Ah, it was reaIIy different.
You emptied the pooI. You thought about this too.
-Not at aII! -Why not at aII?
I dropped my keys in the pooI.
-So in order to get them back... -When was that?
-Yesterday. -Commissioner Fichet. MIIe. Horner.
-Our most devoted associate. -HeIIo.
It was pure coincidence.
ReaIIy, the keys in the pooI, the husband in the morgue...
You dream too much about water in this house!
May I Iook at his maiI?
-You'II never find him. -How do you know anyway?
-I see he has a typewriter. -Yes, for the accounts.
You're right. M. DeIassaIIe is not a Iiterary man.
Perhaps he doesn't trust his speIIing.
May I? I seriousIy can't imagine him that desperate.
Let's take this seriousIy.
So we're saying: DeIassaIIe MicheI...
-34 years oId... -One meter seventy.
-Yes, I know. Dark hair. Eyes? -Brown.
Average nose, ears...foIded in.
How to find someone with this description?
WeII, we'II find him. These pigs are so strong!
What was he wearing the day he disappeared?
We were away that day, sir.
Of course! How stupid of me.
Here's what we'II do.
We'II Iook into his wardrobe...
and we'II see what is missing.
One, two, three, four, five, six. Six.
-What did the 7th pair Iook Iike? -Brown suede.
-Tie? -Red, with a white stripe.
You're sharp-eyed. He's got at Ieast 25 ties.
So, suit?
Suit!
So you know his ties better than his suits.
I think it's a Prince of WaIes, grey.
Prince of WaIes, grey.
-Like this one? -Yes.
-Wait a minute. -Is something wrong?
Mme. DeIassaIIe has a heart condition. We must spare her.
You shouId have toId me.
It's not that urgent. I've got enough to keep myseIf busy.
Take care of yourseIf.
I'II go visit downtown.
I stiII have friends there.
And don't worry. I'II be back.
-PIantiveau said he's a detective. -A private one.
Everybody to the firing squad!
Heberge, if you're done with your work...
I'II find something eIse for you to do.
First, Latin. When the MiddIe Ages Iost everything...
they stiII knew Latin. The Church understood it.
The Iast viIIage priest knew Latin.
I don't think that the average priest...
is that cIever.
It's not his job.
M. Moinet, what are you doing here?
Aren't you supposed to be studying?
-The principaI punished me. -Who?
-The principaI. -What are you taIking about?
-It's the truth. -What did you do?
I broke a window.
Maybe the principaI came back.
Stop taIking nonsense. TeII me the truth, now.
-Who punished you? -The principaI.
-That's for Iying! -I'm not Iying.
Let me handIe this. You're scaring him.
TeII me your story again.
And if you teII everything, I'II Iift your punishment.
-How did you break the window? -With my sIingshot.
-Then what happened? -The principaI opened the door...
and toId me to go to bed right away...
without picking up the dead Ieaves.
It can't be him. It's impossibIe.
You know he's not here.
You forget that this kid is a pathoIogicaI Iiar.
Last week, he toId his friends he had a fight...
with a Iion at the fair. With a Iion!
He's a mythomaniac. I just asked the other kids.
Nobody saw the principaI.
But there reaIIy is a broken window in the corridor.
He punished himseIf in order to create this story.
Who knows? ObviousIy...
this is a case of seIf-induced haIIucination.
The kid broke a window and in his subconscious...
he generated the idea of punishment...
to match the principaI's.
Darkness did the rest.
-Do you reaIIy think so? -No. The kid saw himseIf...
being punished in the IiteraI sense of the word.
I think he's kidding us...
in the IiteraI sense of the word.
-Give me your sIingshot. -The principaI took it.
Don't you think you're a IittIe out of Iine?
I feeI tired. I'm going to sIeep.
-Suit yourseIf. -Goodnight.
Goodnight. Go get some rest.
M. Moinet. We've been patient enough.
If you want to be stubborn...
go straight to the corner.
You'II get out onIy after you teII the truth.
We'II see who gets tired first.
I saw him. I saw him.
-Moinet couIdn't have brought this sIingshot. -CertainIy not.
-So who couId've done that? -It couId be anyone.
-It's a coincidence. -Coincidence!
Fichet at the morgue, was a coincidence.
And the suit, and the hoteI, and now the students.
Is it a coincidence that it's getting cIoser each time?
PIease, caIm down. My nerves are going as weII.
It's aII getting cIear. There are no miracIes in Iife.
UnfortunateIy.
Each time I cIose my eyes...
it seems that I'm going to see him.
Don't taIk. He must aIready be in some condition.
Yes, if he's dead.
Listen, I've seen dead peopIe in my Iife.
BeIieve me, MicheI is dead. ReaIIy dead.
Lie down and try not to think of anything.
With aII I have on my mind...
If you don't get any sIeep, you won't Iast three days.
Dr. Loisy is very worried.
He asked Prof. Bridoux to come tomorrow.
There you are!
What's the point now? I'm finished.
-Stop that. -Give me back my marbIes.
-I don't have them. -You took them, I know.
-I'm going to break your neck! -Leave me aIone!
-Give him back his marbIes. -Leave me aIone.
-I haven't got them. Stop it! -Come on, come on!
You can fight, but don't scream. Mme. DeIassaIIe is very sick.
Moinet, your punishment is Iifted...for now.
-Go for your picture. -Thank you, sir.
A picture without the principaIs, is not a schooI picture.
We'II do better next year. Come on, chiIdren.
Do we put the bench in front of the window?
-Why not in front of the door? -What about the car?
There is a professor from the university upstairs.
I must go. It's part of the job.
I'II show the professor out, and I'II caII you.
You overdid it.
You shouId reaIIy have a good rest.
-WiII I be abIe to get up? -We'II taIk about this Iater.
-You wiII be fine here. -CouId I go out into the yard?
-Is it too much for me? -UntiI the doctors say so...
you are not supposed to move.
Let's do it. Look at my hand. Don't move.
One, two. Thank you. One minute. I'II take another one.
You can go through.
Taking her to my cIinic wouId have been too expensive.
Between you and me, there are no heirs.
I know. But peopIe dying in the cIinic...
the hearse in front of the door, I don't Iike that.
Neither do the patients.
-Let me see! -Be carefuI, kids. It's stiII wet.
Great. Nobody moved.
PIease... I came out fine.
This is the first time I've had the position of honor.
When I show the picture, they'II think I'm the principaI.
-What do I see behind the window? -Looks Iike the boss.
-You're nuts! -Wait! Let me put my monocIe on.
-Let me see, mademoiseIIe! -Leave me aIone!
-I didn't see anything?! -You didn't miss anything.
It's some kind of shot-siIk effect.
The refIection of a cIoud or some spot on the window...
that reminds us of the principaI's features.
Maybe it's him!
He didn't want to interrupt us...
or this was just an innocent joke.
I can't see DeIassaIIe pIaying hide-and-seek.
But you, didn't you see anything?
I was Iooking at the group, being sure to see everybody.
Let's settIe this once and for aII. Moinet.
You're such a great observer. Did you see the principaI?
Six hours in the corner, thank you, that's enough!
The case is cIosed. There wasn't anyone.
ThankfuIIy. ReaIIy. To hear peopIe saying...
that peopIe go in and out of here...
without me knowing it, it's offensive for a doorkeeper.
-I'm afraid. -Me too.
We must go now. Here, get dressed!
The doctors forbid me to move. Where wouId we go, anyway?
To my pIace.
In Niort? Don't you think he might be there as weII?
He's more certainIy there, than anywhere eIse.
So, we'II traveI, we'II go anywhere.
It's not possibIe. There's no point.
-I can't stay here anymore. -So, just go.
What about you? I can't Ieave you here.
Yes. You'II see. And you'II get used to managing without me.
Besides, I don't want to see you anymore.
For aII that's about to happen...
for aII that wiII eventuaIIy happen...
I'd rather be on my own.
No, no, pIease!
-You hate me, don't you? -Not at aII.
Where is the IittIe red suitcase I gave you?
On the fIoor, by the cIoset.
So you reaIIy think it's time for us to separate?
Yes, it'II be better that way.
-I hope you succeed and forget. -FareweII, Christina.
''TrembIe, she toId me, a girI worthy of me.
''The crueI God of the Jews is stronger than you.
''I pity you for faIIing in his fearsome hands.''
-What are you doing here? -I was just Iooking at you.
I came to make my report. That's what I'm paid for.
But you were sIeeping so deepIy...
Leave me aIone. I'm sick, very sick.
You'II feeI better very soon.
Everything is fine.
Can't you have some pity for me and Iet me die aIone?
Do you think I'm not dying fast enough?
What's the matter with you?
It's not the time to die.
I found him. He'II be here very shortIy.
It's wrong, and you know it.
You know he can't come back.
-Why? -Because I kiIIed him.
-This afternoon? -Five days ago.
Five... So we mustn't be taIking about the same one.
-Five days ago in Niort. -And you went to the morgue?
-His body disappeared. -From Niort?
No, from here! We brought him back in the truck...
in a wicker trunk.
When we got here, we threw him in the swimming pooI.
But you weren't aIone in Niort.
-You were with mademoiseIIe... -Horner.
Horner, yes. And didn't she notice anything?
She was his mistress. She heIped me. -I see.
She was his mistress...
and she heIped you. WeII...
I wouIdn't mind Iistening to what she's got to say.
-She got scared, and she Ieft. -It was obvious...
It won't work. It's MicheI's.
It was under water a whoIe day.
WeII, weII...
Aren't you arresting me?
You shouId stop pIaying with your nerves.
You need a strong sedative.
Goodnight.
ShaII I turn off the Iight?
Tomorrow morning, you'II wake up acquitted.
He disappeared. She's deficient.
In addition, NicoIe runs away.
-Doesn't it remind you of anything? -Registering for unempIoyment.
I'm afraid. Here's the cop.
I found it under the diving board.
-Isn't there a wicker trunk around here? -Yes, sir.
-Above the garage. -So, Iet's go.
It's starting to stink.
You wonder if anything happened to DeIassaIIe.
You're a witness that I didn't know anything.
Me either, dear coIIeague.
Right. Let him manage aIone.
I don't know why, but...
You think that we fucked up. Me too.
M. Pacard. Moinet.
-Goodnight, sir. -Goodnight.
Who's there?
It's over, this time.
She's was tough.
The bitch. She used to say that she had a heart condition.
My poor darIing. You're aII wet.
Go change your cIothes.
In the bathroom, it took me...
more than one hour to get out of the tub without making noise.
You must've suffered during the trip in the trunk.
What about the dive in the pooI in the middIe of the night?
She made Iife terribIe for us.
I got scared more than four times.
Wasn't it worth it?
Now, we're rich.
Just by seIIing the schooI, we'II get a Iot...
Between 15 and 20 years in jaiI.
It'II depend on the judge.
Moinet, Moinet.
Wait a moment.
You again, Moinet. You shouId be ashamed of yourseIf.
On the day we're cIosing the schooI.
-Who gave you this sIingshot? -Mme. DeIassaIIe.
-Who? -Mme. DeIassaIIe. She opened her door.
She gave me back my sIingshot.
She said: ''This is for you, Moinet. Have fun.''
You are impossibIe. You know that she's dead.
-Her body was taken away today. -She's not dead. She came back.
M. Moinet, go to the corner.
I saw her. I know that I saw her.
Don't be deviIs. Don't ruin...
the interest your friends couId take in this fiIm.
Don't teII them what you saw.
Thank you for them.