Stole a trailer. You know?
- No.
It's what gets towed behind a car.
He did that.
And they put me in the pen. You were going to ask me what a blind man can know about stealing a trailer?
Exactly I was going to ask about that.
- Imagine that... - Shit, my stop!
But then...it's impossible!
What is impossible?
Anybody except him!
It's still too dramatic.
Ah. Yes.
- Anybody...except him. - There, you see. Good.
Let's go on.
What a welcome!
I shouldn't have cancelled the flight to Belgium.
Perhaps there's still time.
- I'm leaving now. - No, wait!
Since you are here...
I feel that peace departs. For ever.
My dear...
After all, Pierre is no phantom.
It's a provocation!
I struggle.
I don't reject, I begin a dialogue, I listen.
You could begin...
by offering him a drink
Good idea. I'm dying of thirst.
I'll go and see what's happening in the kitchen.
As usual?
- No ice, right? - Exactly.
Troppman told me that you would be happy to see me.
He made a mistake...
or he lied to me.
He broke our pact!
No fragment of the past can enter here.
Thanks for the "fragment".
In former times I was the world to you.
Former times are...former times! Your health!
May tomorrow be former times!
The night could be a long one, Barbara.
Clovis invited me for the whole summer.
You're still not drinking?
No, but maybe I'll start soon.
Why are you doing this to me?
Troppman!
No point in shouting.
You hear everything in there.
Yes.
Pierre is staying with us a while.
We are dying of boredom...
in each others company, my dear.
We need electroshock treatment.
And Pierre will provide that.
Thanks for the "electroshock"
All in all, I think I should leave.
You will not leave.
You haven't got the money to leave...
nor to pay for an hotel...
nor to return to Belgium.
It's been months since you worked.
You are glad to be here.
It's a trap!
Life begins again, Barbara.
And life is war!
An author's pearl!
To us!
No, I have to say I'm at a loss. I don't get it.
It's beginning to come together...
after only two days rehearsal.
I'm not satisfied.
I don't understand Barbara's reaction...
when Pierre arrives.
There's something false there. I don't understand.
Something false?
What, in particular?
"Anybody but him" that sort of thing.
It's forced...
it's too theatrical, in a bad sense.
I can't assimilate it.
Yes, you're right.
It doesn't work, because in reality...
Barbara should be a lot more serene...
almost indifferent.
Whereas it was me, that is, Pierre...
who was more emotional.
It was me...how shall I put it, Emily...
who didn't want to see her.
She would have to say something like...
"You swore to me that he was away on a trip"
Something like that, don't you think?
Yes, it could be.
Let's think.
Got it.
Charlotte...
after the phrase...
"We have no friend in common"
You are interrupted by the arrival of Paul...
I mean, Pierre.
At that moment you simply say...
- "Well, well" - Well, well.
Pierre, thrown off balance...
Shit!
Barbara...
"What an interesting way to say hello"
Yes?
Yes.
Shall we try?
Come on.
Well, well.
Shit!
What an interesting way to say hello!
Impossible.
We have no friend in common.
Apart from...
well, well...
Shit!
What an interesting way to say hello, Pierre!
Is this where I come in with the Belgium thing?
No, one moment, sorry.
Now I don't understand a thing.
If Charlotte is not surprised...
what happens to Troppman's trap?
It doesn't make sense.
But yes it does.
Perhaps less entertaining...
but a bit more subtle.
Wait five minutes...
and I'll correct it.
- Can I say something? - Now?
Impossible.
We have no friend in common.
Apart from...
Well, well...
Shit!
What an interesting way to say hello, Pierre!
I shouldn't have cancelled the flight to Belgium.
Perhaps there's still time. I'm leaving now.
Bear up, my friend!
After all, Barabara is no phantom.
No, it's a provocation!
You always exaggerate.
And you're not the only one.
You promised me that she was away on a trip.
I'll go and see what's happening in the kitchen.
Cowardly as always...
with his snobbish airs.
Give me something to drink...
my throat's on fire.
Only the throat?
Barbara!
Pierre!
As usual?
I see you haven't forgotten.
You still don't drink?
I'm the same as always, you know.
Yes, I noticed.
Except for a small difference.
Formerly, I was the world to you.
Those times are gone.
And with me likewise.
You haven't changed either.
Are we already lovey-dovey.
- And you too. You haven't changed. - Good!
And can we add what I've written here...Emily.
I should have fled.
But who is more pitiable...
than a powerless magician.
- Silvano. - A simple out-of-work illusionist.
Emily!
Come...
Look!
It's Beatrice's room, I'm sure of it.
Come.
I don't understand why she left her things...
if she ran off.
Come.
Leave it.
Perhaps she only took half.
Just in case.
Is it mink?
You look like Julius Ceasar
"Romans, give me your ears".
Look, this is pretty.
It's torn.
Coming to bits.
Put it back.
Quick.
Come on, let's get out of here. We don't want them to catch us.
I don't have anything to do in the second act.
You have to leave something for the others.
Clement...
there's a big empty room up there.
I'd like to move in there.
The room you're talking about has to remain just as it is.
Beatrice's room?
Perhaps...and so?
Is it a sacred spot?
Call it authorial superstition...
if you prefer.
Authorial superstition?
I know...
that she is the only woman you have ever loved.
Do you know who you remind me of just now?
Yes, Eleanor, I know...
but you're mistaken, it's not jealousy, it's...
It's what?
It's disquietude.
Virgil says...
I know, it's ridiculous...
that there's nothing normal here, not even the walls.
Virgil says...
that she disappeared quite suddenly.
So I ask myself, why is it that you want to keep that room...
like that, just as it is.
Why do you ask me...
when you know the answer.
You even said it yourself.
I am Bluebeard.
If I was in your place...
I would look everywhere.
You're sure to find her eventually,
stuffed up in a wardrobe.
That is, if I haven't buried her in the park...
after dismembering her.
We have tools.
Virgil will give you a shovel...
if you ask him.
But pay attention, Charlotte.
You don't know how I will react...
just before the terrible discovery.
Idiot...
if this amuses you.
My bag?
Damn!
"Have you seen my purse"
Still I can win.
Only my body is drunk.
Still I can win.
Only my body is drunk.
Yes?
Enter. Is it you Charlotte?
Charlotte is downstairs.
But I am here if you want something from me.
What are you doing here? You're not working.
I have a free hour.
Then leave me in peace. You can see that I'm working.
Are you always so friendly...
with your lovers.
No, don't touch me, and don't come near me.
I just wanted to show you a trick.
Here, hold my cigarette.
Now look.
Make a little hole. The cigarette.
The handkerchief burns.
Put out the cigarette.
Yes.
It's true. You make me afraid.
I don't want to have a waking nightmare.
There are bad omens everywhere.
I don't know what is going to happen to me.
If I am going to die...
I don't want to know when or how.
I know already that there will be a clock...
and there is a clock here.
I know also that...
you will be present.
And here you are.
And the girl in red...
I can't forget her.
It's as if...
it was Death who took me by the hand.
I don't understand how you can do such things.
Believe it or not, I have no idea..
It's not my doing.
If it is transmitted through me, it is not my wish.
Like a sort of sickness?
Yes, like a sickness.
And, it happened...
to all the other girls you went with.
No, not all.
Only the important ones...
like you.
And Beatrice.
How did you know?
Yes, like Beatrice.
She, too, couldn't bear...
the waking nightmares.
And is that why she went off with Clement?
Yes, perhaps.
Those who know about it think that it was because of his magnetism.
And he doesn't lack that.
That pathetic act which you saw...
with Beatrice it was incredible.
She saw the reality of things.
She was a genuine medium.
Not true.
It's a trick.
It doesn't happen.
It exists, you're the same...
Oh, really, you mean I'm a medium?
I can turn tables?
Make ghosts appear and all that?
All I know is that...
she could really see things which I couldn't.
And it was me who allowed her to see.
So it's true, then?
I'm going to die here?
That's ridiculous.
You saw yourself lying on the ground. That doesn't mean anything.
No, don't try to confuse me.
I'm the one who saw it.
Emily.
- Ah! - It was only Virgil's door.
Please leave.
Leave!
Eh, mademoiselle!
You haven't paid me.
- Stop! - "No, leave me!"
"That's all I have."
"Leave me alone!"
- "I'll take care of it!" - She owes me 45 francs.
"Let's go and sit down".
Two strong coffees!
"Feeling better?"
You don't want to talk?
Don't talk, listen.
Listen, please.
Your bad luck, your past...
I don't know them, nor do they interest me.
This is about me.
Me and Mark.
We lived together in New York, we worked together there.
I created perfume recipes
and he sold them.
One day I found the magic formula,
and afterwards he disappeared with it...
leaving me a note:
"You are too beautiful to imitate nature."
"I will take charge of it. I love you."
I returned to Paris determined to find him, and to understand why he did it.
But I soon understood that he was finished with me.
I didn't have the strength to demand my rights.
"Bluecarou".
The name of the perfume.
It was very strong.
And I was left empty-handed and empty-hearted.
You drink too much, Charlotte.
I drink because I like it.
I love drinking!
You drink too much, Charlotte.
But I love it!
Love it, love it...
I like a little.
A lot.
Passionately.
Not at all.
I love: a little.
Love irritates me.
I'm bored!
But it's true...
we share, we make love...
we sleep in the same bed...
he puts his arm around my neck...
one looks for a hand, a few caresses
a last kiss and...
and he starts to snore.
Wonder if Clement snores?
Do you snore Clement?
You snore?
You snore a little?
A lot?
Passionately?
Or not at all?
A little: everybody snores.
It gets on my nerves.
My nerves!
I'm going to give you a little kiss.
A little kiss.
You bore me!
Children bore me tto.
BECAUSE IT'S ALREADY THURSDAY --
Check.
Are you able to continue?
Only my body is drunk.
My mind is perfectly sober...
and it anticipates each move.
I can split myself in two whenever I want.
No, Emily.
You say that you are drunk.
But if you act it out like that...
nobody will believe you.
May I make a suggestion?
Pierre is not drunk.
Yes, he is.
What might be more interesting...
is that he only pretends to be drunk.
What's the point of pretending to be drunk?
To say something to Troppman...
which he couldn't say in a sober state.
- You follow me? - Yes.
So if he is not drunk, but only pretending...
how will this be conveyed to the audience?
I don't want to add to your work but...
what if, when Troppman leaves...
Pierre changes his attitude?
When Barbara enters, for example.
Perhaps...
Very clever.
Am I needed here now?
Right now, no.
I'll be back soon.
Check!
- Are you able to continue? - Dunno!
"Last night's wind has overthrown Cupid..."
- And you want to bury him - Paul...
Please don't tell Clement that I broke it.
I'm so ashamed!
He won't even notice.
It seems to me...
that I'm doing it like the cats.
Here, let me help.
And how did it happen...?
Very simple.
Last night...
I wanted to look Cupid in the eyes.
I thought that he was staked...
and I leaned against him...
and down he fell.
- It instantaneously... - ...sobers you up?
Yes.
Don't forget, I'm a seer who sees nothing.
One who doesn't understand much...
but who guesses a lot.
In your opinion...
will Clement be mad...
when he sees that Cupid is missing?
Wait, let me concentrate...
He's going to kill you.
It has no value.
The only valuable things for Clement...
are women.
And not just any woman.
I've known him for a long time...
and I've begun to understand...
what he likes.
He likes passionate women.
Yes, passionate.
And women desired by other men. That's what Beatrice didn't understand.
If there's no other man involved...
who wants the woman he wants...
the poor chap becomes bored.
And Cupid...
I see that you have more than one string...
to your bow.
Please!
Talking of bows...
in the house of the hanged man.
"Help me if you can.
I'm hungry. I have no work.
My wife left me"
He wasn't blind...
just pretended to be.
And not only that, he saw perfectly well.
I recall that the day that we met...
a well-dressed girl said to him:
"All fashions return".
I stole for him.
Because of his dark glasses...
I spent two years inside.
I could tell you a lot about that!
What would you have done in my place?
I don't know. It never happened to me.
Have you ever been used by a man?
I desire only that.
That a man obliges me to do things for him.
Even forbidden things.
But nobody ever asks that of me.
I don't know why...
but I always end up with a Pisces.
- With a Pisces? - Yes...
ascendant, in Aquarius, in Cancer...
but always a Pisces.
Evasive...
they slip through the fingers like a trout.
And quite weird.
I knew one...
who was eaten by a lion.
A mechanical lion?
No, a real one in a real circus.
It was horrible.
To have as a fiancee...
a fake blind person is already hard.
But a real clairvoyant is even worse.
Especially when he sees nothing.
I'm the one who sees.
I don't think I understand you.
Me neither.
That the worst of it.
Good luck.
Could you try an explain more.
Too difficult.
My fingernails are full of dirt.
Ssh. Not so loud.
The master is writing.
He can't stand the slightest noise when he's working.
It seems he can put up with very little.
I think I was completely mistaken about him.
I'm so naive.
I thought that...
Well...I don't want to tell you my life history.
Why not?
I'd start to bawl.
We've been here three days...
and I no longer know who I am or what I'm doing.
Don't do anything.
It just happens.
- Don't put yourselves out for me. - Clement!
....Emily!
"I'm so naive..."
Nice strategy!
You were listening!
- It makes me sick! - So I make you sick?
Don't come near me or...
I'll scratch out your eyes.
What's all the fuss about?
It's too much!
They'll do anything to annoy me!
Virgil!
Where is he again?
Well, that's the limit!
I'm going to pack my bags.
I'll help you.
Miss.
Emily, take.
Emily.
Drink this, it will do you good.
My sister...
said she was my sister...
my big sister.
Now you have a brother.
You are the most beautiful sunset...
that I've ever seen round here
The sun makes me thirsty.
Anger is like that...
from close up you see with only one eye.
With the other you see nothing.
I see with both eyes.
I have fallen inside.
That's enough.
My mother loved to party.
And I was a stripper.
Want me to show you?
- Emily... - I detest Emily!
You are tired out, ill.
I'll help you to the bed.
White man, you'll not have my skin!
Another shift.
This will never end.
Don't think about it
Emily provoked me.
I've never hit a woman...
nor a man.
Except David, once.
- David must have been horrible. - No.
In the beginning, no.
I used to act at university...
and I wrote plays.
I began to be noticed.
We met at an art exhibition.
We looked, we touched...
and ended up making love...
on a table in the backroom.
I loved him at first sight.
He was passionate, he was violent, he was...
he was indecent.
David was America.
Not just him.
After we divorced...
I was involved with Women's Lib.
Then I left them for the Black Panthers.
After that it was the Indians...
Wounded Knee...
The News Reel, Los Angeles, Trotsky...
Atlanta, Dallas...
the Weathermen...
LSD...
Nashville...
Wholegrain rice.
Berkeley, MacLuhan, Stalin, the sleeping cure...
wholegrain rice.
Then London, Paris, Mao...
another sleeping cure...
and wholegrain rice.
Always wholegrain rice.
Wholegrain rice.
Oy, there aren't enough eggs!
Virgil, bring eggs!
I'm hungry, man, hurry up!
Thus he died...
Thus he died, my tamer...
in the mouth of a hungry lion.
I don't want to die.
Will that be enough?
I'm going to strangle you, Charlotte...
with an incredible sweetness.
Incredible.
- Do we need more onion? - No idea!
I'm no longer hungry, it's for you.
Calm, Charlotte.
Tomorrow "is another day".
David used to say that...
when we lived on Broadway.
On the first floor, because he got vertigo.
Evenings we drank...
went downtown...
and got plastered.
Then one day David fell down and wouldn't get up.
- Was he dead? - No.
But that evening I discovered I could trick him.
He drank a lot of iced water between one whiskey and the next.
But the ice cubes were frozen vodka.
And, the more he drank...
the more he feared the light.
We went from the first floor to the entresol...
from the entresol to the cellar.
- What a sad story. - Ah, no!
In the cellar we had some good times.
He wrote a play for me.
We made love continually.
He touched me...
This role is made for you, my love...
already it whispers your name.
What folly.
One night I was sleeping and I heard him call...
Charlotte!
Laughing like a crazy man.
I found him dead drunk in the bathroom.
And there were paper shreds all around.
And he said to me...
That's your role!
Your finest role!
How could I be so stupid to think of publishing it?
Your role...belongs to us.
Come and join me...
my sadness.
I slammed the door and fled to an hotel.
It wasn't the first time.
He always came after me.
One day I got a telegram:
"No woman's tears...
are as sweet as yours.
I need salt.
Come".
I went back.
So banal:
He was with another woman, younger than me.
He needed us both.
She, for her body...
and me, for my tears.
We made a threesome.
I was overcome by the sweetness...
and the patience of the other girl.
In the end I lay on one side of the bed...
looking.
I let them do it.
My life is not lived through men!
Why does life have to be lived?
One New Year's Eve I was alone in the house.
One New Year's Eve I was alone in the house...
and I heard the rain drumming on the pavement.
That was a sweet sound, and I listened to it.
Rain falls for everyone...
even for me.
Turn out the light.
He was a tightrope walker.
A tightrope dancer.
We loved each other a little...
and then one day he lost his balance.
Like this.
Why are you breathing so heavily?
- Because you are so big. - Yes, that I am!
But now I'm too big.
I'm too big to do a pirouette.
Too big! Aiee! Your nails!
BUT, THE NEXT MORNING --
These flowers...
Damn!
...smell bad.
These flowers smell bad.
Could I have a script?
That doesn't work.
These flowers smell bad. Have to change them.
It's not so difficult.
If it has to be changed, we'll change it.
Emily, since you appear to know the script...
can you take over Barbara's role...
until Charlotte recovers.
And if I don't recover?
Emily will keep the role.
Good.
These flowers smell bad...
they have to be changed.
You can't arrange that?
When did you start drinking again?
Ever since Pierre came, every evening.
And since you began your new work.
Alright?
- Is it going the way you want? - Yes.
Good day.
What's going on here?
Pierre and Troppman are married?
Whose talking?
Nobody.
And soon as Silvano reacts.
At least in the rehearsals.
I'm ready, shall we go?
It hardly shows.
- Does it still hurt? - A little
Keep your hand there.
That soothes me.
I wonder if you are not the old guy...
that I like best, in the end.
Let's get out of here, Silvano.
- Leave them in their shit. - Impossible.
I can't stand Roquemaure, but I need the money.
Poker again?
You have debts?
Yes, and they're not the most friendly people.
Life is rotten.
It does what it wants with us.
The rules of the game.
Sometimes you have luck, money...
and the next day, it's all gone.
And in the end...
I didn't get the role of Barbara.
The only thing I got...
was a bang on the nut, and fear.
Fear of what?
The girl in red.
You wouldn't understand.
A big hug.
When I think about it, I'm even more afraid.
Something to cheer you up.
Even to think about it makes me want to vomit.
Then a great love.
With you?
A card sharp?
That's true.
Virgil.
I'm not in a happy mood.
"Let nobody blame him"
"His scorn I approve".
Recite it to me, I'm sure you know it well.
Othello?
"Oh, I fear you..."
"for you are fatal then..."
"when your eyes roll so."
"Banish me, my lord..."
"Banish me, my lord, but kill me not!"
Romeo!
I want to throw it all in.
Everything is too big here...
even the trees are too big.
I'm sure that they're full of owls.
They don't worry me, I can't see them.
But the time...
the time here is bizarre.
It feels like I have been here for centuries.
Certainly a lifetime.
It's the crown you bear on your head.
Couldn't be better put.
Emily...
there is something that I didn't want to say but...
perhaps my nerves...
are frazzled by fatigue.
Don't know...but...
Go on, talk.
Paul.
Paul makes me see visions.
But he told me that...
Yes?
Before or after?
Before or after what?
What sort of visions?
Grand guignol.
Grand guignol...What a bastard!
- I don't know that he knows. - I know!
At least tomorrow everything will be over...
and we can go home...
and we can forget all this.
- You think that you can forget? - Oh yes, easily!
Think that tomorrow...
we'll act in a play where we don't even know the end.
Do you think that Clement is going to leave it like that...
in parentheses.
Couldn't care less. It's his play.
I'll play it as it is.
AND THEN CAME SATURDAY EVENING --
I am delighted to see you.
It's my first play since...
the last, which you produced.
I'm dying with curiosity!
Good evening.
Come closer, my friends.
No doubt you are wondering...
what kind of festivity...
this old Roquemaure has in store for us?
Let's say rather...
that it is a sort of guided tour.
Not of this house which everybody knows...
but of its inverse, dark side.
This evening my house contains an extra room...
which is also a theatre work.
Everybody thinks I make things up when I write.
But in reality...
I only recount what I have heard, seen, or lived through.
I don't look for a truth beyond reality...
I look for truth in reality.
This way, the performance begins.
Important week for the emotional life.
Struggle to achieve harmony.
Begin a dialogue.
Learn to listen.
Don't refuse invitations.
To us!
This is not theatre, it's exhibitionism.
He is a disgrace!
Quiet, Jean, we are guests.
Poor Eleonore.
It goes beyond the limits of good taste!
Check!
I take your queen.
Take it.
What does your horoscope say?
The best thing in life is sleep.
Your castle is in danger.
And my glass is empty.
Check.
You...you are able to continue?
Only my body is drunk.
My mind is perfectly sober...
it anticipates each move.
I can duplicate myself whenever I want.
I fly.
I fly, above us both.
That's certain.
But while waiting...
your castle is going to fly.
How strong you are, Clovis.
You must always be strongest.
Yes, that's it.
I find that a little sad.
Check.
Oh, it's ugly!
It's ugly?
What is so ugly?
You won't believe me but...
I feel a great affection for you.
I think that...
nobody could have more affection for you than me.
Even...even Barbara.
You don't know how much Barabara loves you.
You don't know how much we both love you.
You know nothing about us.
- Shall we go? - Not me.
You know nothing.
However...
Nevertheless you love me, both of you.
What is ugly about that?
Because she puts horns on you, old chap.
That's what's so ugly.
And do you know what is even uglier?
What?
That she does it with me.
Check...
and mate.
Look after Pierre.
I think he needs to be tucked in.
That's horrible what you've done.
I had to say it.
There was no other way.
I couldn't find another way.
Weeks, months, years of happiness...
vanish like smoke.
Let's leave here, come.
No, stay!
Let's stay!
I need your lips, Barbara.
Enough, you're crazy!
Troppman is here, he'll come back any minute.
Since he now knows everything about us.
- I need you...right now! - Pierre!
"That which one fears most, always happens"
Where have I read that phrase?
Doesn't matter.
I played against myself...
and I won.
My dear friends...
if you follow me...
the performance will continue.
It's repulsive!
Do something, speak to him...
or I will stop it.
Leave it, it's too late now.
He's gone crazy!
He's heading for disaster, and me with him!
It has to be this way.
He sets himself against the whole world, and thinks only he is right.
But don't you understand?
- To do this here, to me! - Calm yourself!
It won't finish as he thinks.
How do you know?
I know.
Kovacs!
How many times do I have to call you?
Clean that up. Properly.
Not like last time.
Wait!
What's that stupid smile for?
Was I smiling?
For a whole week, continuously.
With your corpse-like skin and your jaundiced eyes...
you look like vicious incurable moron.
Try and fix that.
I will try.
Some prefer vitamin C.
I insult him.
I need a thousand francs.
What for?
We have nothing to drink.
That much?
These flowers smell bad.
They need to be changed.
You don't get better?
No, I don't.
You're drinking again?
Ever since Pierre came, every evening.
And since you began your new work.
Alright?
- That answers your question? - Yes.
Even better, the situation inspires you.
But beware, it might change in a way that you hadn't expected.
Are you threatening me?
I could fall ill, I could die.
You wouldn't care.
You changed the last chapter.
I dreamed that it was your last book.
It was wet through and nibbled by the rats.
In a box, in a bookshop.
It was a rare bookshop
Excellent!
You don't need to go on.
Your dream smells of blackmail, my dear.
My dream says fuck you, bastard
I'm finished.
Can't eat or sleep.
All I can do is make love, love...
Oh, love!
The word is disgusting.
The thing itself is worse.
Luckily there is some vodka left.
Thanks for the thousand francs.
The word is disgusting.
The thing itself is worse.
One thousand francs to buy vodka.
The worst is not yet here.
Take this.
This is the 4'th act.
- Really? - Yes.
- You will find all the directions in there. - My word!
Look, at what to say.
If it's there to do, then we will do it.
Incredible!
It's not possible!
She can't leave without saying a word...
without saying where she is going.
I am not here, for ever.
Useless to telephone, or leave a message.
Doesn't matter where I'm going.
By fighting over me like two dogs...
you've turned me into a shadow.
I leave the shadow to you.
Amuse yourself with her if it pleases you.
As for me, I'm leaving.
There is no return.
Now we are alone,
For you I have no worries.
You have your work, and all your readers.
For me, the last thread has just broken.
I often thought about this moment.
And here it is.
Oh, life!
So much to carry!
- Good evening. - Stop, you idiot!
It's too late!
Well done, my litle Clement.
What is this sad melodrama?
I have seen you do it better.
I am not a shade. Not yet, not as far as I know.
Beatrice!
Obviously, Beatrice.
Am I disturbing you?
However this is my room.
The girl in the red dress.
Go get some water, she is bleeding.
Champagne!
- The denouement requires it. - What denouement?
Am I dead, or not?
It's up to you to decide, beauty.
Clement!
I'm happy for you.
I give you back what is yours.
I don't have the key, but I do have something to give you, dear.
Don't leave. The final act is the most amusing.
Thanks, as far as I am concerned, I've had enough.
- Wait a minute, I'm the director now. - Good for you.
For me, the comedy is over.
You've changed your mind?
We haven't been paid!
Great! Perfect!
Charlotte will remain here...
between Clement and me.
Always oscillating between us both.
In a future perspective I see many battles.
As for Emily...let's see.
And if he was united with Beatrice?
And if she left with her?
That would be charming, wouldn't it?
They are linked, one to the other...that's clear.
Yes, yes.
It must happen like that.
It can't happen any other way.
Yes, obviously.
Cash in the hand.
And for Emily?
Here you are.
- May I? - Yes.
Be careful, please.
Medium...
another of your big words.
Paul's visions were like his acts.
- They couldn't harm you. - How was I to know?
Pardon.
I'll leave you.
Is it better?
Here, that's for you.
Account settled.
I don't know, but I would like to beat him
- at his own game - I don't understand.
Listen.
As usual, no ice?
I see that you haven't forgotten.
I'm always the same, you know.
Except for a small difference.
Formerly, I was the world to you.
And you will always be --.
You promised me you would stop drinking.
Yes, I know that if I was in your place it would not be easy.
But what isn't easy to say?
You don't have the courage...
And you don't have the courage...
"If she returns, what anguish"...
that's been the litany for several weeks.
Pardon my frankness...
I prefer to have everything clear.
I'm overjoyed that you came back...
if not, there would have been a sort of shadow between Clement and me.
I don't understand.
- She's making it up - I don't think so.
He's quite weak, but it's all the same to me.
It's so good to be loved...
And, as a lover...
he's so good that you can forgive him everything.
But he plays on it, eh?
You play on it, don't you, darling.
Emily, finish the joke.
A joke, he says!
Yes, you are always the same!
I thought my absence might have changed you.
Really, Beatrice!
This was your last chance...
and you blew it.
Well, here we are.
Where is here?
You should see Clement right now.
It's funny.
Well. It doesn't concern me.
Do you mean you've lost interest in me as well?
You?
I was the one who finished the play.
And the one who solved the mystery was you...
with my help.
Not very original.
A classic happy ending.
Do you want to?
Too bad for the classic ending.
- Goodbye, Virgil. - Goodbye.
We're going to miss you.
Goodbye, mademoiselles.
Have no fear.
Because while I am here, all will be well.
While I continue to improve Monsieur Roquemaure's plays
the pig will be famous.
And while the columns support the house...
the house will endure.
Subs by wootletootle and HBH