Because love is eternal.
Think that's why those two haven't budged all morning?
I was interested...
... more in that one, Uncle.
Look!
She comes...
and goes...
She even seems to hesitate. Yes, she hesitates!
She hesitates!
Looks more like she's scared.
Maybe. A catastrophe could happen at any second.
Enough of this!
Arielle! I'm going to work.
In psychology class, we were told
a catastrophe was...
...the first strophe of a love poem.
Cut that out!
I'm going to work.
No, I'll find out on my own.
Uncle, you've been in this hotel room for two years
and I've paid your bill.
One night, two years ago, someone came in this room...
pulled out a gun, and fired.
And the Prince died. No motive.
True.
The Prince had no enemies. Everyone liked him.
The case was closed.
I'd been the hotel detective for 15 years.
I got sacked.
I'm going to find out who killed him.
Nothing to write with?
My wife may phone.
Tell her I had to go to Frankfurt.
I'll be back tomorrow morning.
But your wife is here in the lobby, behind you.
Send this up to Mr. Warner, room 473.
What's wrong?
Why did you come?
So you've seen Warner?
No. I'm flying some people to Frankfurt. I'm replacing Paul.
You didn't see me?
No. I left a message. He's tied up with the fight.
I hope it isn't him.
Why are you here...
Françoise?
Because...
It's our last deal...
...and in a way our first.
I have to help out. I need self-respect now...
I must learn.
So you're going away.
I must learn.
So you're going away.
No I'm not. Let's not start all over again. I'll be back tomorrow.
You see...
We said we'd try to use the time to see where we're at...
...to try to say what we don't dare to.
But you're leaving.
No. I'm not leaving.
Well, yes. Paul is sick.
I'm replacing him. It's not the first time.
Say everything...
We still can tomorrow.
- Till then. - I hope so.
And if I see him?
Tell me about it.
Everything.
Or almost.
Leave me some money?
What's that one up to?
It's true.
Frenchmen all seem crazy once you start noticing.
You think the killer will be back?
History keeps repeating. It's one long stammer.
I have three days off duty.
I'm going to have a good nose around.
It's true.
I smell death in this hotel too.
I think it's a first-class hotel.
In a city that's become second class.
Why would someone come in and kill the Prince without a motive?
Yes, it's too simple. That's why I can't solve it.
See you later.
Be nice to her. She's 18.
Be nice to him. He's 50.
Stop, damn it!
You had orders not to obey him!
Go on like that and you won't last five rounds. Go to bed.
I have to phone Max.
Hey boss, will you come say good night to us?
Sure, sure.
I'll come and turn the lights out.
I'll knock Tiger Jones out.
So, Mr. Fox, we turned in those who helped you?
That's free enterprise.
You've seen the newspaper?
Not yet, why?
This fight keeps me on the go all the time.
I know. Show him, Angelo.
Yes, Prince.
And our money?
It's past due, but Max may help me.
Nobody's ever been able to leave his family.
FIGHT PROMOTER STEALS 40 MILLION
Nobody.
A poet tried once.
He stopped writing.
542, 734.68 francs, including our commission.
So then, this is the 3rd payment.
We don't have to rush just because we're mortal.
You can wait until Saturday.
- There's still the fight! - It isn't fixed?
Absolutely not!
We'll give him until Friday.
Good luck.
Good luck!
"We'd perceive the mistake as we went along
and return with more energy to... "
Too transparent? Not enough?
Stop teasing!
"... and brought new elements to make us wish we'd gone...
to the outer limits of imprudence. "
Is this too transparent or not enough?
You want to show the truth or not?
What's truth?
It's between appearing and disappearing.
Then it shows through.
Is this better?
Stop teasing!
Is this better?
I'm going to shower.
See that?
"Villemin died alone. "
"That hero of boxing's post-war golden age
passed away
on September 4th in the solitude he sought. "
"A stylist, he beat La Motta in 1949."
Well, kids,
are you still awake?
You jog tomorrow, 9am.
Press conference at 11.
12:30, you're on a TV show.
Gym workout, 5pm.
I'll knock Tiger Jones out.
Isn't he Tiger Jones?
Mr. Warner,
I wouldn't do that.
I'd play it off three sides.
Don't put yourself out. I want to be alone.
And you don't turn me on.
I told you so.
We've met before.
Françoise Chenal, between Lyon and Toulouse.
I remember. I'm tired.
Your husband's gone to Frankfurt?
- He'll be here tomorrow. - See you then.
Why not give Emile his money?
I told you! Not tonight!
Give it to me then. It's mine.
It isn't anybody's.
It's like people. You have to let them come and go.
Just tell them!
Why do you refuse?
Put it there.
Certainly, Mr. Fox.
Because...
I've seen them.
Your name's not Warner?
It's my father's name. I added my mother's.
I'm tired.
A woman who's owed money. Maybe something in it for me.
I thought your air taxis were doing OK.
They seemed to be anyway.
Three years ago, we had five jets.
Something classical!
Now we only have two and a half.
Two and a half?
Precisely.
We've gone halves with another company.
But that's not the problem.
Emile and I are separating...
...and what you owe him is what I put in...
...and how I can get out.
At least I hope so.
- Where will you go? - I'll see.
I'd like to buy a book shop.
I'll see.
You won't ever give us back that 40 million.
I didn't say that.
We'll see on Saturday.
You still have it?
I didn't say that either. Saturday.
I owe other people, too.
Hey, not so loud!
Who to?
Classical, please!
OK, Inspector.
What do you know about it?
That women are better than men.
They ask questions but don't want answers.
It takes time...
...and time is money.
Who to?
People you don't know.
I want to know who.
You don't know them... Better that way.
Please.
It's easy not to pay your husband.
It's hard not to pay them.
For five minutes now there's been you.
Maybe that changes things.
What? You have a solution?
What are you thinking of?
Debts becoming due.
What about them?
Like death becoming due.
That's not how it'll be.
My husband will stick to you like glue.
Until tomorrow.
Simple.
Simple...
...as...
"You'd arise, first storm in creation, drive them before you
like dust...
... for great cities, Lord, are accursed. "
...RISING STORMS... ... INHUMAN ESSENCE...
"Great cities
have nothing true...
... and their silence lies
and their sounds deceive. "
Isidore!
"Happy the winds that flee to gardens...
... made by kings who rested there for a few moments
with young women
mingling flowers and the marvelous sound of their laughter. "
Let's get out of here, Mr. Jones.
Princess, you know I can't.
I'll sell my jewellery.
European champ - it's worth a fortune.
The fights are fixed. You're doomed.
You're doomed.
But our love isn't.
Maybe...
But I can't do that.
Mr. Jim...
is better to me than a... I don't know...
I'll steal, I'll sell my body.
You won't be deprived.
That one again! Got to warn the others.
"And the silken rustle of their morning gowns
would murmur like a stream on the pebbles. "
Yesterday, Frankfurt. This morning, London.
When will we talk to him?
When will we talk to each other?
I have to come up with the money to spend.
Exactly.
Leave me some.
So I can make the most of Paris.
You have to get money where you can.
That's what we agreed.
Alright then, Françoise.
Nothing's changed.
We'll see him tonight.
Reserve a table.
But I told you what he said last night.
See you tonight... Tell him what I told you.
Stop it. You're not going to kill anybody!
Except me...
in the end...
...maybe.
I'm tired.
You're sick.
It's not loaded.
See you tonight.
Is that really all you have to say?
If we have that 40 million...
Why do we keep running around for peanuts?
It isn't going to be easy to get.
I know.
We're finding that out now.
See you tonight.
I know.
You've been saying that all morning!
It was all I could say the first time.
You too.
Me too.
It's true.
We both said it at once.
I remember.
It saved time...
Can I clean the room?
- Well, Mr. Chenal. We must talk. - I don't want to.
Sicily!
London for me.
...money! - You don't see...
We mean Sicily as a metaphor...
Uncle William!
Arielle!
What's up?
What's the matter?
Hey, Uncle!
Come on!
There's work to do.
What's up?
Ah, he felt your arse, right?
But so much more gently than you!
That's why I'm crying.
Shit! You don't want to marry me now?
But sleuthing was your idea!
So I could be with you!
I'd rather go home.
And finish my exams.
You're too tough.
The situation is tough!
Not me!
A search for the truth. Who, what, why, how.
The truth will be explosive, certain, or it won't exist.
As simple as A, B, C.
Let's simplify further.
To sum up. Lots of stories here, ours and other people's.
Something's sure to happen.
I met old Luciano in the hotel.
In the hotel.
But that pilot...
I'm sure he's going to end up...
- Flying? - Straight to the nest.
Whose?
We'll see.
Seeing
is deceiving.
Seeing what's here...
... to find what's elsewhere.
That'll help you, Uncle.
Run fast to stay in the same place.
But to arrive elsewhere, one must run twice as fast.
OK, we will. I'll phone. See you tonight.
I don't know what's wrong, boss.
This machine says it doesn't want to tell us.
Flowers, Eugène. Do they like flowers?
What is it?
I crashed the Mercedes.
Never mind. Tell Eugène we'll take the BMW.
Go on, I'll be right there.
I'll knock Tiger Jones out.
OK by me. Late this afternoon.
There's something for you at the desk.
See you.
Now what?
I've lost the C on my clarinet.
Get me an envelope.
Yes, Mr. Jim.
Italian women's legs!
Where's that idiot, Angelo?
He came out of a room with a lady.
The ladies' room?
I don't know, Uncle.
Excuse me, Prince.
Read, Angelo, page 60.
"Since Mafia stands for an outmoded way of life
based largely on work
outside which existence loses all meaning,
the Mafia today has had to go underground, ensure law and order... "
The hair of a future witch.
"The Mafia needs a climate of peace for its 'big deals'
which depend on a public order under its control. "
Excuse me, Prince.
It's Thursday.
Where's our friend, Fox?
I think he's cornered the gate receipts of the fight.
Sorry to be vulgar but get off your arse, Angelo.
Excuse me, Prince.
I'm digging right and left.
Right, left! There's only the underworld.
You know that, after our deal with Fiat.
Ask questions, hundreds...
...till you hit one they won't answer.
I began with the pilot and his wife.
The French girl who looks like a fake Botticelli?
You're a tough one, Prince. She has a certain charm.
I'll screw her anytime.
You mean you'd like to.
Excuse me.
No, not me.
The situation is tough.
I thought of that...
"The apes preached the new order... "
"The reign of peace
and among the first supporters were the tiger, the cat,
the vulture. "
"Little by little, the other animals were converted...
...and there was quiet rejoicing. "
What's in all this for him?
Glory.
I'd rather be alone.
You two getting married?
I must pass my exams first.
Thanks a lot anyway.
And you?
Me?
What's in it for me?
Ah! Young girls' breasts...
Ah! Men's money...
Well then?
No way, boss. They won't let us in the gym.
But they'll have their cheque on Sunday.
No money, no training. They want cash.
Your right! Your right!
Your left now.
Bretonel would never have done that to us.
Yeah, Eugène, so it goes.
What will we do now?
Your right, your right!
Try the Famechon brothers.
OK, Mr. Jim.
Come on, your right.
Your right. Reach.
Break, break. Learn to break, for Christ's sake!
That's it. With your left.
You can do better.
That's it.
What is it?
Is right righter than left?
There's a lady...
You want to get shafted!
Come in. We're through.
We're through!
What's going on?
Can I have some chocolate, boss?
OK, but no TV.
A man's body is beautiful.
Beautiful.
... and we'll win them all.
I hope so.
A man's body...
You have to learn to break, that's the secret.
Break, not interrupt.
Disrupt.
Corrupt.
Don't worry, I'll knock Tiger Jones out.
Isn't he Tiger Jones?
A champ always fights himself.
All set for tomorrow at the Famechon's.
Nine o'clock then. Is the Mercedes fixed?
Cyril, the Mercedes?
It's fixed.
We'll sell the BMW, then. Phone Victor.
What time is dinner?
As soon as my husband gets in.
In two or three hours.
Why meet before?
Not meet...
Meet again.
Sorry about yesterday afternoon.
Yesterday afternoon.
I tried.
You sent me away and you owe me money.
If it was no good yesterday, why would it be today?
We had lots of time.
And yet you say...
Never mind.
I'd like to think...
...before I answer.
Think?
I said I was sorry, didn't I?
This is all I found.
"Betrayal opens its eyes, plans its coup. "
"If you've a lingering taste for life,
shake off sleep, be on your guard. "
"Awake! Awake!"
"Antonio, let's bring things to a head. "
Simple.
Why are porn films called X-rated?
Why "X"? X as in mathematics.
Exactly.
Oh, yes.
The unknown.
I didn't want to talk last night.
Or maybe I did.
I was too tired.
Thanks for the 1,500 anyway.
Emile didn't leave me a penny.
I bought myself a dress.
Besides, last night...
...you didn't make the same impression as four months ago.
Three months.
It feels funny to have a woman ask me for money.
With men, I'm used to it.
I owe all of them.
All the time.
Every day.
Never stops.
What we did on the plane before landing at Toulouse...
Have you done it before sometimes? With other clients?
Sometimes.
Does your husband know?
Of course not.
You know Emile.
I did seven, eight years ago.
He's going for points to keep his European title.
It's still not over, of course.
What exactly is this deal he's got going with you?
He gets a share of the gate?
He owns 100% of 4%, or you own 100% of 4%
of Tiger Jones'body.
Of everything he does or will do.
Advertising, video clips, radio, up to 40 million.
I've got 51% and the others the rest.
I don't get it all.
What about the boxer?
None of your business.
With your husband...
... there were also deals...
... involving shipments...
... across borders...
What deals?
I've thought it over.
You want the truth?
Why I wanted us to see each other...
...a little while...
...alone...
...before dinner.
See each other again.
I have so little money now, I can't even afford prostitutes.
And I've got a championship fighter!
But that idiot fell for a Princess of the Bahamas.
I mustn't forget to ask Eugène if he checked her out.
Then, like that, nobody around.
He had hundreds hanging around.
You could usually pick up those left behind
but now there's nobody.
And the Princess?
I have to let him have her. He loves her.
It's bad for the fight.
Very bad.
Can I ask you something else?
Do you do that often?
I didn't say often.
I said sometimes.
Sometimes, yes.
What you did with me... what I did with you...
It's because things aren't going well with your husband in business...
...and the rest isn't either.
No, you're way off.
That's precisely why I hesitate to leave him.
Mouth, cock, arse... you don't ever dare say the words.
That's all Emile and I have together.
I only feel good with him in the sack.
Aside from that, we live...
...the way we dream.
Your right...
Your left...
Your right...
Alone...
...like everybody else.
Conrad.
I thought you knew him.
We forgot to tell him.
Boss... Max's brother phoned from Chicago.
You arsehole! Shit! What do I pay you for? Why didn't you tell me?
You had the receiver off.
I'll knock Tiger Jones out.
Shit!
I'm OK...
More or less...
Alright. I'll be down in 20 minutes.
No, I haven't seen him.
That was your husband.
Did you check on the Princess?
Yeah, boss.
It's true.
Shit!
As simple
as A, B, C.
Trinculo:
"O forgive me my sins. "
Stefano: "He that dies pays all debts. "
"I defy thee. Mercy upon us. "
"Art thou afeard?"
Stefano: "No, monster, not I."
"Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, sounds
and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. "
"Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments... "
Evening, Warner.
Please, finish your chapter. Françoise will be along.
I wanted to see the world and I left on a winter night from Dijon.
The last train for Paris.
It came from Vienna or Trieste in those days.
Istanbul.
Remember, a guy went along the cars tapping before the train left?
He was tapping on the axles.
You never knew exactly why.
Another one went along the train...
...selling things to eat.
He'd shout, "Shakrim, shakrim!"
Later I realized he was saying chocolate ice cream.
In winter!
My mum gave me this book.
I'll go get her.
There's no rush.
Don't mess with me.
She told me that at every turning point in my life...
...I should open it, at any page...
...and I'd always find something useful to me.
That was 30 years ago...
...and whenever I open it,
someone always shows up.
I still haven't read any of it.
I should have waited for Françoise. You'd have had time.
That's alright.
Care for a drink... gentlemen?
You see?
A Perrier.
I'll wait for my wife.
Very well... gentlemen.
Well, men?
You were saying?
Men's talk.
Melancholy talk.
Not likely. Anyway, this isn't the time for it.
Book talk.
You'd have been interested.
Should have been here.
New dress?
I've begun paying you back.
Good idea! Excellent!
What would it cost?
2,500 francs.
I put down 1,500.
That's what you gave me.
A great start!
It's not even interest on interest... on interest.
What the hell!
After all, I have an interest in your operations.
- I know. - Well, then? Shit!
If you're starting that...
That's how you're starting.
Emile, please.
Sorry!
Can we see the menu?
Care for a drink?
The menu.
The menu!
Absolutely!
Your wife says the flying business isn't so good these days.
Like everything else.
You have to like it.
Work at it.
Is that where you met?
No, I worked for her father.
He bought disabled freighters.
How's the sole and mushrooms?
Your book shop won't be easy either.
To me, the only real book is Gone from Liverpool.
Liverpool.
And Edgar's Journey too.
What's this... Salmon rolls and cabbage?
The menu!
Swiss salad?
Three sandwiches, there!
What's going on here?
Like I told your wife, people you don't want to know.
That is to say?
There's nothing to say!
Nothing!
For the money you owe?
That you owe us!
That you owe me! I've told him.
Owe the other guy money too?
To the guys behind him.
He just settles accounts.
The Mafia?
Family!
That's why he talked about Sicily!
I saw them today - a distinguished old guy with a horrible little girl.
I thought they were guests.
We're all in the Family. I belonged to it.
A little.
Not really.
Well, a little.
That was in 1982, 1983.
Is that why there were trips to Italy?
Of course not.
I swear I never saw him.
He's called "The Accountant".
The payment I couldn't make when it was due.
Compared to banks, they're angels.
Not the North Europe Bank.
Yeah, but that's the Red Bloc.
They gave me until Friday.
That's tomorrow.
Chocolate ice cream.
Yeah.
I need a gimmick.
They may wait until Saturday.
You're going to offer them what you owe us?
I haven't yet.
Find another way.
I'm going to play some pool.
I just don't agree.
It doesn't have to be like that.
The fight should make money.
This is a democracy. Everyone's got a right to money.
I don't get it. 100%, 4%?
It's simple. We get 4% of the gross.
A sandwich and a beer.
The gross, the gate receipts.
You have to help me.
What it takes... is to be there.
And at the right time.
And there's all the rest - radio, TV...
Yeah, all the rest!
If we're still alive.
You think we'll win?
There's a chance.
He was a good bet,
but that girl's ruining him.
Shit! What girl?
Ex-treasurer of the Red Brigades.
No, Eugène says she's really rich.
Is she the Princess?
No. So what do we do now?
All we need...
...is for him to go into the ring.
That'll do it.
All we need
is to reach the box office first.
Mr. Jim... Chicago!
There are a lot of them.
Well, what did they ask you?
- And my gift? - I told you, Saturday.
So what did he ask you?
He said to keep asking questions,
until I got a refusal.
- And my gift? - Saturday.
Evening.
I'm working. We're in search of the unknown.
All these shitty little Japanese cameras work at night, too?
See all those cinemas?
Veronica Lickdick.
Girls Who Like It From Behind.
Spread Your Arse, Bitch!
Why do they say X-rated for porn films?
It's the only letter that doesn't change in the mirror.
"O" is the same from the back or the front.
Why didn't you tell me you knew?
You were sleeping around.
What was I supposed to say?
What now? We'll never get our money.
Shit!
... nabbed on her way to Chicago.
I was almost sorry he was caught.
In 1926, Laura and I nearly got married.
- Love and work don't mix! - Get to work!
I'm sure it's better this way.
Look at yourself. If I'm pale, you're livid.
Can I ask you a literary question?
What brings you to 'Frisco?
I've just been talking about a disappearance.
Tough luck! I don't deal with police now, especially in San Francisco.
One second. I want to tell you a story.
It's as if I were upside down and you were the right side up.
"They say they'll do this and that. It's all hot air. "
"Usually he does nothing, and if he happens to do something,
you're horrified, because it's never what we expected. "
"You don't understand, neither do the others. "
"In the end, everyone's left with his fragment of truth. "
"For example. "
Yes, it's me.
And Jules?
Let's talk in an hour.
You were right.
Today it's Madrid.
Listen, we'll settle this with Warner!
I just said no, Françoise!
I mean no!
A man's voice...
A man's body...
You wanted to talk yesterday. So let's talk.
I told you I wasn't going to Madrid.
"Then something extraordinary happened. "
"I saw him take his head in his hands and burst into tears. "
"He could no longer write about women. His sobs shook his body. "
"Real tears that wet his fingers
and his cheeks as he repeated in a crazed voice,
'My wife is leaving me... my wife is leaving me!"'
What did you say?
Nothing. Go on if you want to.
Remember my other first name?
What?
Why didn't you like my other name?
Geneviève.
Yes!
Geneviève.
Suddenly I feel less like talking.
As you like.
Don't say I steer the conversation.
Repeat what you said.
Suddenly I don't really feel like it.
It's crazy how you say that.
What?
You start faking...
...a little.
I think.
True.
Suddenly, maybe.
As if upside down became right side up.
You too...
You don't talk very straight yourself.
I fake in speech, you fake in action.
I don't have much charm.
That's what you mean.
No.
Not any more.
Stop it, Emile.
Come on! We'll start over again.
Geneviève.
Breakfast!
Set it down here!
Come on, life's short!
But one day,
the mouse that joked politely with the cat
found itself in its new friend's claws.
It understood
that things were back to normal.
With faint hope, it reminded the cat
of the new regime's principles.
"'Yes, 'replied the cat,
"'But I'm a founder of the new regime. "'
Give me back my gun.
Yeah, sure I fence.
It's got a lot in common with boxing -
to hit without being hit, to see a guy collapse in front of you...
... with a little punch... maybe you think you never touched him.
He wasn't hit, what's he doing on the floor? Fear!
What are they up to?
Jogging.
Jogging, my arse.
Some people jog.
...the right. I almost knocked Dempsey out with a right cross.
What will we do?
Let me work! Clear out!
Go on, out!
Ray Robinson, floored La Motta with both hands.
Go to bed!
Robert Cohen, in flurries...
Kill Isidore and I kill you.
...flurries, machine gun style.
No knockouts with that,
but that scores points.
Jean-Claude Bouthier,
sent Carlos Monzon to the floor in 1972
with a right uppercut.
Robert Villemin, uppercut right to the liver.
Louis Acaries...
...the right.
Marvin Haggler, uppercut, Mohammed Ali, his own style.
Roberto Duran,
one of the few to combine all 4 punches -
left jab, right hook, straight left,
right hook.
Three weeks on overtime, boss!
I said tomorrow.
We've got to get out of here.
With what?
I have the keys to the Mercedes.
It's the only way.
That's all you can see?
The machine's asked me a question.
What question?
What's the moral?
How can France still aspire to leadership
when every Frenchman is a minor character?
I wonder, Prince.
I piss at my own speed.
Your offer doesn't speak to me.
Not any more.
What will you do in Madrid?
The Spanish pay in dollars.
I think it's in everyone's interest
to sum up the situation, Mr. Cheval.
Chenal!
Don't bug me.
I'll kill Warner if he pays you our 40 million!
I don't care about the rest of your business.
Have you noticed there are two kinds of men?
Those who have clean cocks
and wash their hands before they piss, so as...
...not to dirty it.
And there are those who have dirty cocks,
so when they touch it to piss, they dirty their hands...
...and wash them afterwards.
If you take our 40 million, we'll kill you.
You're making a mistake!
We're not in some little French film
where the actors believe talking is thinking.
I've been going in circles for three days.
We're going back to the Middle Ages, and fast!
And fast!
Presto!
I told you I still love my wife.
Your offer sickens me!
This is all highly theatrical, Mr. Cheval.
I don't go to the theatre.
I only go to the cinema.
Remember that in the theatre, you play a part!
In the cinema, you've played your part!
We've won or lost...
... but the betting's over!
I've said it all!
As for the rest...
I'm not sure I understand.
She wants to leave with him?
Go on!
But she's afraid
of missing the other guy.
To miss him too much, too late.
She doesn't look very brainy.
The two men must be the same type to her.
A matter of looks, a physical thing.
Physical physics?
- Now, now. Strawberry? Raspberry? - You call this working?
I'll call it what I like!
We've only got until Sunday.
Is all this boxing stuff for real?
If the Luciano brothers are here, it's for real.
And the money?
The money!
It's like an echo.
I'm not sure I understand.
Now, yes.
In the old days, no.
Now it is an echo.
Sicknesses!
Mustn't talk about it, then.
On the contrary!
You whom I love...
...explain it to me.
You whom I love.
His left hand is under my head...
...and his right hand...
...caresses me.
You're so late!
I thank you,
Beauty, for noticing it.
I confess, Beast, I've waited for you impatiently!
I must speak to you!
Beauty! Beauty!
I can't leave unless I see Father!
- I beg for your permission! - Stand up!
It should be me
who kneels,
and takes your...
Let me go and come back!
When you return...
... will you be my wife?
Boss? Bye, boss.
Beat it!
Go! Disappear up your chick's arsehole!
Scram!
Go and drown in your Princess's shit!
Get out!
Are you OK, boss?
Tiger Jones has been knocked out.
Shall we go?
Give me your jewels.
No, Stéphane, there's no reason!
Yes, there is! There's a reason!
I dreamt
that I had knocked Tiger Jones out.
And he went off with the Princess.
I don't know...
You dreamt...
She offered me a job as a gardener in her palace in the Bahamas.
I heard nothing.
They left us the jewels, in case of an emergency.
Anyway, the jewels are there.
We'd better get going. The fight, the money, that's all over.
We have to leave, Françoise.
No more Françoise.
That's true, Geneviève.
Hurry!
Get your things ready.
I'll call you at 10.
Stop it.
Max...
...dead.
Victor...
...disappeared.
I don't agree.
Me...
I don't know why she wants men and money.
I don't agree.
She doesn't care about money.
Or even care about her hairdo. Did you see her hair?
That's true.
She knows what she wants, but not how to say it.
Not well.
I don't agree. She doesn't know what she's doing.
Have you seen how she dresses? There I agree.
She doesn't know exactly what to do, but does it absolutely.
I don't agree. She's scared.
That's all.
Just like everyone else!
We're getting nowhere!
One of them is thinking.
He's the only one.
Thinking is shrinking.
Do something! Make something up!
Tell him, Uncle, damn it!
If you expect me to speak,
I can't.
I don't understand a thing.
And my mouth, like a gaping wound,
wishes only to close.
All these money matters, Mr. Fox,
are terrible these days.
- Quicksilver, quick or dead... - The rest, tonight.
Angelo, ask him to explain it to us.
Yes, Prince.
Well?
I don't know who did it!
Pick it up!
No!
I'll pick it up.
Angelo, tell the man we won't ask him twice to leave.
Yes, Prince.
"My kid will fix your kid so she never calls my kid kid again!"
We've met too many people like you, Mr. Chenal...
...who are masters at sowing disasters...
...and reaping consternation.
It's true.
"We've wandered from city to city. "
"There's never any light. "
"Only hard lighting. "
"For all great cities,
Lord, are accursed. "
Who wrote that, Eugène?
The machine just says,
"A poet who stopped writing. "
Since my birth,
how many times have I said I was tired?
25,300 times, boss.
And women...
How many have I held in my arms?
632.
And had on my hands?
39.
And on my back?
Three.
And the new one?
- Miss Geneviève? - Yes, well?
I don't know what's going on, boss.
The machine says it doesn't want to tell us.
We've got the jewels, boss.
You're right, damn it! Phone Sacha.
- In prison, boss. - Then phone the Devil!
Why are you here?
Cyril was ashamed. We brought back the Mercedes.
Where is it?
At the back entrance, near the pool tables.
Go ahead. I'll be right down.
Tell the woman in 419 I'll meet her then.
Go on!
I'll never forget you, Mr. Jim.
Don't touch me.
I'm too full of tears. It's all going to overflow.
Cyril says he brought back the Mercedes, so can he have the racket?
It's no solution.
The more I suffer...
...the more I want that money.
We won't get it.
No one will.
So you're leaving with him.
That's how it looks. I feel like it.
Even without the money.
I really want to.
I'll write to you.
You'll come to buy books.
Maybe...
to the Bahamas.
You'll come as fast as you can.
Or I'll come back.
You always said I had a fickle mind.
It's happened again.
You should give the child back.
Go away!
A lieutenant and a few men. I can manage that. And...
Isidore is great! There's more than queens, kings and knaves...
I'm not sure I understand.
Language reigns over our country.
But narration is the real ruler.
He alone with his true perception...
...makes the action move along.
I'm not sure I understand.
I've got it.
I know who killed the Prince.
Here.
Two years ago, someone came into this room...
- Well? - Champagne!
Tell Isidore I'll be down.
Can I clean the room, Mr. Prospero?
I'll be right there!
OK... but we'll need an ambulance.
There will surely be a corpse or two.
That's my opinion... See you.
"Inside the trap,
a trap in the shape of a cage,
the rat, disgusted and bored, stayed calm. "
"The man entered the kitchen and watched it. "
"Meeting the man's eyes,
the rat knew it had been assigned
a kind of death. "
"'Poor guy,' it thought,
'He thinks more about his death than I do. "'
Quick!
It's him!
Stop him!
Forgive me, Uncle!
He's asking for forgiveness.
It doesn't matter.
I was right.
I know who killed the Prince.
It's as simple as A, B, C.
Read it to me. Hurry!
Hurry!
- Call an ambulance, damn it! - We already did.
Hurry, Geneviève.
"That faithfulness which made him in his own eyes
equal to impeccable men
who never fall out of the ranks. "
"The inspector's words, 'Romantic! Romantic! '
Seem to ring over those distances. "
"'Oh nonsense, my dear fellow,' I began. "
"His impatience showed. "
"'You don't seem to understand,' he said. "
"Then, looking at me,
'I jumped, but I didn't run away. "'
"'I meant no offence,' I said, adding stupidly,
'Better men than you have had to run at times!"'
"He blushed and in my confusion, I half-choked on my tongue. "
"'Perhaps so,' he said at last. 'I am not good enough. "'
"'I can't afford it. I'm bound to fight this thing down. "'
"'I'm fighting it now!"'
Stop them, do something!
You know I'm not one of those awful people
who falsify problems instead of solving them!
- Bastard! - Go right ahead!
Go on!
As simple as A, B, C.
Two years ago, a hit man was ordered to kill someone
in the Hotel Concorde St Lazare.
He went to the front desk and asked for that man.
But the desk clerk was busy on the phone.
So the killer read the hotel guest list upside down.
He forgot he'd been reading it upside down.
And he shot the occupant of room 666,
instead of room 999!
So the Prince died.
Exactly. Be right there.
It just took some figuring out.
Some figuring out!
Uncle had a heart, but he used his head!
I warned you,
"A witness is a martyr. "
What's she doing here?
She's calling a taxi.
The taxi is pulling away.
It's following the ambulance.
What's the point? He's dead!
You said that to me.
Earlier in the week, when you got here.
Because...
Love is eternal.
Tell me...
Where did you get the money for your act in the corridor?
I won't say. I'd rather die!
No. Too many have died!
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