Getting a good look?
Get dressed!
Good morning, Miss Mortoni.
You-You're up already?
I love the mornings. I work better then.
Looks like another beautiful day.
I'm off. Thank you, Miss Mortoni.
Have a good day.
- Have you finished exposing yourself? - Drop dead.
Mrs. Marcoux is an old bag, a real pain in the neck.
Alfred says hello to "the missus." Everyone says hello.
Arthur says hello to "the missus."
Jules says hello to "the missus." Everyone says hello to "the missus."
She sure is an awful bore.
You're much prettier than the missus.
- May I help you with the dishes? - No.
Why not? I'm not proud.
I don't want it.
- So you don't want me helping? - Why should you?
I love to do it.
Then go on. After all, you are the missus' son.
"Alfred says hello the missus."
Excuse me.
- You smell good, Julie. - Eau du dishwater.
It intoxicates me.
Mr. Richard, you're going to miss Mass.
- What did you say? - Mass. It's getting late.
I've got five minutes. I'll finish this stack.
Mr. Richard.
Your mother is waiting for you. You'll make her angry.
Julie...
- Are you ready? - Yes.
- Hurry. We're late. - Are you going?
Of course. What a question.
I thought your so-called "fiancé" was coming here.
- Aren't you going to wait? - I'll see him later.
God... comes first!
I approve of your choice.
Laszlo is a very nice boy.
Apart from the fact that he needs to be dry-cleaned.
Can he kiss properly?
Come on. We're late.
He touches you, he...
Well, you know what I mean, hmm?
How do you feel when he squeezes you tightly?
Sex can be a very enjoyable thing.
Watch out!
I'll take one!
Anyone home?
Is anyone there?
- Anyone there? - I'm coming.
- Where's the missus? - At mass.
- And the miss? - At mass with Mr. Richard.
- And the mister? - Getting dressed. He'll be right down.
Oh... Julie.
- Oh... Julie! - What?
Fix me something. I'm hungry!
- Whose knitting? - The missus.
You'll undo all the stitches!
- How are you, Laszlo? - Hello, Henri.
- Have you been waiting long? - No, I just arrived.
Julie, just do my room, then you're free.
Yes, sir.
My poor Laszlo...
It's always the same.
While they're at Mass, I'll slip out to see Leda, secretly.
That's terrible.
I know. But what else can I do?
- Chuck the wife. - Don't start that again.
Do you find her beautiful? Do you find her intelligent?
- She's not as foolish as you would think. - Do you find her nice?
Generous? Pleasant?
Affectionate? Unselfish?
You find her funny. I get it.
Go get your suitcase. I'll wait.
- You know that's not possible. - Really? Why?
Because of all this.
Leaving Thérèse would mean leaving this house,
my children,
a comfortable income,
my vineyard...
So for a few bottles of wine you prefer to stay?
As for the rest, it's not worth talking about.
If Elizabeth marries me, as I am hoping,
she'll be leaving anyway.
As for your job, you'll find another.
And, between us, it wouldn't hurt you to miss a few meals.
- It builds character. - That's rather harsh.
No, you're a sucker.
That's a fine way to speak to your father-in-law.
You deserve it.
What does Leda think of all this?
Leda's left it for me to choose.
She never speaks of it.
Your wife would nag plenty.
Laszlo...
I'm afraid of the unknown.
- That's obvious. - I'm 45.
Try to understand.
If I suddenly found myself without anything...
Do you really have anything to lose?
I would have chucked it all a long time ago.
- Even Elizabeth? - Even Elizabeth,
if I were her father.
I'm tired. Let's change the subject.
- So, how's business doing? - Oh, go to the devil.
Excuse me. I'm late.
- Say hello to Leda. - Thank you.
See you later.
Julie.
Julie!
Julie, I told you I'm hungry. Where's my breakfast?
- I had other things to do. - Then go do it now!
I want boiled eggs, toast,
jam, goat cheese and a cold chicken wing.
- Didn't you eat yesterday? - No, I've saved my appetite for today.
Enough talk! I want action!
I'm out of chicken.
Don't give me that!
And don't skimp on the portions.
- Oh, really? - I'll be waiting outside.
And bring me a pitcher of wine as well.
- Hello, mother-in-law. - I see you haven't lost your appetite.
I love to eat, drink, smoke,
and everything else, all the vices.
- You're very amusing. - Yes. Sit. We'll dig in together.
I have something to ask you.
Is it more correct to say "eat" than "dig in"
when you are speaking to your fiancée's mother?
Well... let's eat.
- How is your appetite? - So-so.
- You like to drink in the morning? - Yes. Why?
No reason.
Apart from that, is everything okay?
Yes, thank you.
- A little snort? - What a question.
- Come on. - Absolutely not.
- I never drink before lunch. - Whatever.
Congratulations on your eggs.
That's grain-fed chicken.
You don't get that in Paris!
What joy!
The sunshine!
The air!
The perfume!
The hills, the trees, the birds.
These soft-boiled eggs!
What a charming young girl.
Thérèse, I believe in God.
What a lovely couple.
- A pretty picture. - What are you looking at?
- You know very well. - Be quiet.
- Why? What's wrong wi... - Be quiet!
You should give up, Thérèse.
- So? - I can't complain.
Must you really gloat so triumphantly after seeing that creature?
She's my happiness.
That's no reason to inflict that on me.
- Let's talk about something else. - She makes you that happy?
- Look... - Answer me!
Are you looking for a fight in public?
- Don't mind me. - His presence doesn't embarrass me.
I hope the children's will.
I'm going back to Leda's.
Excuse me.
I'll leave it to you to explain. You'll think of something.
They needn't know that I am with... "that creature."
Father!
- How are you, Richard? - Fine.
Hello, Daddy.
Excuse me. I'm just finishing breakfast.
What? What's going on? You can hear a pin drop.
We could, if you made less noise eating.
Noise? Me?
Not that much noise.
Now that is making noise.
And now, listen to the noise when I drink.
You're revolting.
I was just trying to show you what real eating noise is.
- You poor child. - No one can say anything around here!
Henri, you'll be late.
I have a few minutes.
Where are you going?
- To Mass. - Father's going to Mass!
Go, Henri. I wouldn't want to detain you.
- What is this act? - What act, Laszlo?
You know exactly what I mean. The whole world knows what I mean.
- So why hide it? - Enough, Laszlo!
- Not in front of the children! - Why not? It'll simplify everything.
Enough! Nobody asked for your advice.
Well, at least you know how I feel.
Go. Pack your bag, Henri.
- My poor child, what did you expect from him? - You don't understand.
Oh, really? I don't understand?
And this? This wasn't malicious?
What man in his right mind would do something like this?
Frankly, do you really find him presentable?
You're so fastidious.
How is it you can bear his greasy sweater?
Do you like the way he speaks to me?
It's his right to dislike me,
but how can you forgive what he said while gorging so disgustingly?
I simply don't understand.
He's pushing your father into the arms of that creature and wrecking our home,
and you accept all this?
What are you thinking? You really think he'll marry you?
My poor child. I think it's something else,
and once he gets it, he'll disappear.
Maybe he got it already!
Come in.
- Who's there? - It's me.
- I'm coming. - You're crazy!
Why? I thought you already knew I was a boy.
Oh, well, that outfit is gorgeous.
It looks very good on you.
- What's up? - I don't love you anymore.
- Well, what do you know? - This is serious.
- Tell me what's going on. - It's over and that's it.
And stop being so informal.
So I can only kiss you if I'm formal?
I'm not joking, Laszlo.
This idiocy is your mother's doing.
It's not idiocy. I don't want to see you anymore!
That's your mother's doing, for sure!
I know it's pointless to ask you to speak with respect to people.
- But I resent how you talk... - "To my mother." Come on.
Now I know what's going on.
It's because of what I said at breakfast?
You just don't get it.
Because I simply spoke the truth?
No. Because of Leda.
You brought her here and pushed her into my father's arms.
- It's your fault. - It's not my fault.
She arrived here first and decided to live here.
Then I turned up and met you. It was like that.
It's not my fault that your father decided to fall for her.
But let me add that I understand why he did.
Confess that you've slept with her before.
- No. - You're lying.
I never lie.
And my father... you approve?
Yes. Absolutely.
I never want to see you again! I want you gone by tomorrow.
Listen...
Sir?
- Two pastis. - Okay.
Vlado. What are you doing here?
No, no.
Speak in French. It's more polite.
- I'm tapped. - You're broke, huh?
- If you only knew. - Sit. I'll buy you a drink.
- Waiter. - Yes?
Two more pastis.
- Wait... With a croissant. - With a croissant.
Have you eaten?
Look...
Did you see that?
What happened to my order?
So where's my order?
Waiter, bring two double pastis and three triples.
Listen carefully to what I have to say.
You don't have to worry anymore about eating. You'll eat at my friend's.
They'll yell, but what do you care?
I do care... a little.
No...
Still...
Here.
- You're crazy. - I said take it.
- Oh, no. - Take it.
- I don't need it. - Come on, don't be proud.
I love that music!
Oh, that music!
I don't like barging in on people.
They're the parents of my fiancée.
Well... almost.
What are you thinking?
Papa.
Me too. I'm also thinking of Papa.
And Mom.
And Laszlo and you.
And about Leda Mortoni and Julie.
I feel sorry for Laszlo.
I feel sorrier for Mom.
I'm very broad-minded. This is the 20th century.
I'm not a prude.
Even when I'm at the beach...
But standing at the window half-undressed is worse than being nude.
- Yes, ma'am. - The gardener complained.
- Yes, ma'am. - Don't you wear a nightgown?
It's too hot.
- Anyway, I don't have one. - I insist you wear one.
You may take one of mine.
- But, ma'am, I sleep alone. - Precisely.
It will make for future good habits. By the way,
that young man who delivers the milk every morning...
- It's you. - Yes, I won't be long.
- Do you understand? - Yes, ma'am.
Serve lunch in one hour.
Feeling better?
- Fine. - Can I help?
- There's nothing to say. - I'm your wife, Henri.
"I'm your wife, Henri! I'm your wife, Henri!"
I'm fed up with your theatrics.
- We still sleep together. - It makes me sick.
Do you want your freedom?
My freedom? More than anything.
Are you serious?
Was that a serious offer?
Who is that down there?
A friend of Laszlo's, I suppose.
- Did you invite him? - No.
I think that's incredible, Laszlo bringing guests without an invitation.
Next he'll be bringing all of his friends from Paris. I knew that would happen.
If there's enough for five, there's enough for six.
What? You're saying his friend is going to eat here?
- Why not? - Never! I'm going to speak...
- Don't yell. It's vulgar. - I'm going downstairs.
Stay right here.
The man can eat here if he wants.
We have something more important to deal with. You spoke of my freedom.
I want to understand.
What did you mean by that?
I wasn't speaking of divorce. That's excluded.
- That's what I thought. - It's excluded.
Listen, my sweet, nothing can stop me from seeking a divorce.
Really? That's impossible, Henri.
- Why? - My little Henri.
If you left me to live with that girl, I would not let you have a moment's peace.
I'd follow you everywhere.
I will be wherever you are. I would insult you in public.
I wouldn't care what people thought of me.
You couldn't go to a hotel.
You couldn't go out to the cinema, theatre or to a restaurant.
You couldn't go anywhere.
Your life would be unbearable.
Be realistic, Henri.
Fine.
So what are you offering?
- A deal. - What kind?
You continue to live here but you can see her whenever you want,
on the condition that there is no scandal.
You can sneak into the woods and kiss like the skunks do.
You're not offering anything that I haven't already done.
- That's nothing new. - No, wait.
In return, I'll leave you alone.
We'll never discuss it again, not your infidelities,
or your indifference towards me, or your other life.
- You just won't exist. - That's better.
And you get what?
That's my business.
But I won't let that redhead deprive me of my home,
the security for which I've struggled for 20 years,
my tranquility, my vineyards.
What people will do for wine.
Your reasons don't interest me.
- In exchange, what do I do? - You help me.
- With what? - Help save your daughter.
Big words! What are you hatching?
They might be big words, but they're worth it.
- Elizabeth and her happiness... - What do you want?
I don't want her to marry Laszlo.
- I can't do that. - What?
- I said I can't do that! - You'd let her ruin her life?
- I like Laszlo. - Of course. He's useful to you.
But what about the way he treats me?
- Shut up! - He's a bum!
A dirty bum! There's nothing to discuss.
- Elizabeth... - There's nothing to say!
I said no!
I won't separate them. On the contrary...
Enough! Shut up!
Listen to me, Henri.
Accept my offer or it's good-bye to the redhead.
I swear on the heads of my children I'm not joking.
Either Laszlo leaves tonight or you never see your redhead again.
Who do you think you're talking to?
Considering what you are, with the head you have?
How dare you even mention Leda?
- Who gave you permission to speak of her? - I'm your wife, Henri.
Nothing. You're nothing to me.
You make me want to vomit.
You're hateful, ugly, stupid,
uncultured, hypocritical, mean,
old!
So old!
You sum up everything I hate.
- I hate you. - I'm your wife, the mother of your children.
Shut up. Look! Look at yourself!
You think you're beautiful?
Behold, my wife! The mother of my children!
Look at you! You think you're desirable?
Take a good look! Do you think any man could want you?
Leda is wonderful.
This morning
I went to take her for a walk in the country.
Where are you going?
I have some errands to run in town.
- Will you take me? - No.
Why?
- Are you angry? - A little.
Why, my love?
Tell me why. I love you so much.
Every moment away from you is unbearable.
- Do you believe me? - Yes.
I'm not really angry.
- Just a little sad. - Sad?
So am I.
We'll run errands later.
Let's go for a walk, shall we?
- Henri. - Yes?
Do you love me?
Henri, do you think many people know of our...
How is it called?
Words that I hate.
Do many people know we're in love?
Not too many.
- Who? - I don't know.
Thérèse, Laszlo.
- That's all I know of. - And your children?
I don't think so.
What would you do if they knew?
Nothing.
- What if they tried to stop you? - They can't.
You're so beautiful, my love.
I want to always carry a mirror...
to show you your mouth...
your teeth, your nose,
your hair.
I would never stop admiring you.
Then you'd understand how I feel.
You'd be sorry for me.
Henri, I've never asked you...
What do you intend to do with me?
I can't help thinking that all of this will come to an end.
Why "end"?
Don't make me say obvious things
about your wife, your children,
your home.
Those are things you can't let go of easily.
That house, right next to mine. It's awful for me.
I can't stand the sight of it every day.
No matter where I try to look,
I can't tear my eyes from it.
It poisons my happiness.
You asked if I was angry.
It's not that at all.
I keep looking through the walls of your house.
I see you walking through the rooms,
closing the doors,
telling your wife good night,
and going to bed.
Sooner or later, we'll be found out.
- I don't care. - Maybe not, but it won't be pleasant.
The sly smiles, the silent stares.
You can't fight such things.
- We'll go away. - Perhaps. We'll see.
I can't help but be happy.
We're not in that unusual of a situation.
Others have found a way out.
Everything will sort itself out.
- You're not happy now? - Yes.
Let's not think of anything.
Henri.
- So? - I can't complain.
Must you really gloat so triumphantly after seeing that creature?
She's my happiness.
Go. Pack your bag, Henri.
Leda! Come!
What's happening? Why have you come back?
Come. I'll explain later.
- But what is it? - I can't bear it anymore!
Don't be upset. Tell me everything... slowly.
Listen to me...
I know...
I know I haven't much willpower.
That, I know.
- Let's go to Aix. - Why?
If we're seen there, it will be out in the open.
I've decided to leave Thérèse.
If we're seen together, it will create a scandal.
And then I can make the final break.
We'll kiss in front of Mrs. Leveuf,
as soon as she appears.
- Okay. - There she is!
How else can I show you I love you?
Look over there.
It's poor Laszlo.
We're completely drunk.
- It's not nice to see. - Not nice, huh?
Ah, meet my friend Vlado.
As he's flat broke, I would like it if you were to invite him for lunch.
Well, that's pretty direct. With pleasure.
With respect, madam. Hello, sir.
What's this... you two together in public?
- What's so strange about that? - Oh, no! Don't kid me.
I'll be frank.
Leda and I want to be seen.
Why?
To show that changes have taken place in the House of Marcoux.
This is wonderful! Come, give me a kiss!
No, no!
We've got to celebrate!
Let's go to your house!
That's a good idea!
What you've done is terrific!
By the way, your daughter is through with me.
- What? - We'll fix that.
Smile, ma'am, happiness awaits you!
Get your glasses ready!
It's beautiful, huh? Leda did all this.
- She's very talented. - One has to earn a living.
Hey, come on. Have a drink.
Oh, no! I'm already drunk!
Drink, I said!
- Oh, my friends, I am happy! - So am I.
So you leave tomorrow?
Yes, I'm packing up my suitcase this afternoon.
And I mean it.
Because I have a bit of a nasty character,
I can't wait to see the faces of certain people...
Let's start plotting.
How will you announce it to the family?
Very simply.
I'll say, "Good-bye Thérèse.
Watch over the vineyards, watch over the house.
We'll split up the bank account. I'm going."
That'll be fun!
To your health, Thérèse!
You're in bad shape, my poor Laszlo.
Hey...
Idiot! You scared me!
You're beautiful.
I think I've been clear.
I can't believe what you're saying.
Your little romance is over!
- After this, I doubt it. - I'll tell her a few things, I promise you!
She'll leave, I promise you.
My poor Thérèse.
There's nothing more.
Your reign is over.
I feel sorry for you.
Poor, old thing.
Wait.
- Weren't you out? - No, I was listening to music in my room.
Thank you.
Wait for me.
Hey, wait for me. Come on!
Wait for me.
I won't hurt you, I swear.
"Prizes were awarded to the star pupils of the Music Conservatory.
'You are the cultural yeast of France,'
they were told by the director."
Leave me alone! I'm already late.
You're crazy!
Do me a favor, honey.
What?
I left something at Miss Mortoni's.
- Then go get it. - I don't have a key.
- I'll lend you mine. - No, no.
I'd rather you went. You work for her.
I've no business there. Be a pal!
Who will serve lunch? You?
It's only for two minutes.
What did you forget?
Two bottles in the kitchen.
Fine...
I'll go.
Listen, let me go already.
"Expelled from Marseilles,
two gay girls from the Mediterranean coast,
will not find refuge
on the streets of Paris.
They are not wanted there either.
Yet negotiations have begun
between the Cote D'Azure and the capital."
I know two cuties who would love to return to Paris.
But Article 6 of the new edict is draconian.
So, the food, is it coming?
I hear you're hungry as well.
It's okay, madam.
- I'm used to it. - That's no reason to keep me waiting!
Food! We're dying!
You're drunk, Laszlo.
Exactly!
Richard.
You know not to read at the table.
- What did you say? - Not at the table!
Lunch isn't served.
You're right. I'll go see what's going on in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, let's sit down.
Yes, right.
It'll bring on the roast.
What?
Someone has killed Miss Mortoni.
You're saying Miss Mortoni is dead?
It's awful!
She's lying on the floor
and the house is a wreck.
She tried to fend off the murderer.
Who said she was murdered?
Everything there is upside-down.
It's horrible, and she was so nice.
Are you sure she's dead?
Don't go, Henri!
Henri, I forbid you to go!
Robert.
Get someone over there, please.
- Two sugars? - Yes.
- Do you want milk? - No, not today.
- Are you feeling okay? - Yes.
Well, not altogether.
Now the scandal is out.
So what difference will it make?
I'm only thinking of you and your sister, my dear.
You must find courage to endure the faults of your father.
He's still your father and you mustn't judge him.
Of course, Mother.
I have to start my knitting all over again.
- Like Penelope. - That hoodlum undid all my stitches.
I will never abandon your father.
We shall all get through this together.
- And if people scorn us... - Wait. The inspector is coming.
Think before you speak.
Madam.
Please, sit down.
Thank you.
Would you care for a cup of tea?
I never drink it, madam.
I regret that this has to be an official visit,
but you understand that, a crime
is not a friendly occasion
for drinking tea.
I know that this case is a painful one.
Unfortunately, I cannot hush this up,
despite the great esteem in which I hold your husband.
Be frank with me.
Would you like your son to leave for a moment?
No, he knows everything. He can hear what you have to say.
Good.
Your husband...
was he on intimate terms with Miss Mortoni?
Yes.
I won't bother to ask what you thought of her. I can guess.
Do you know the circumstances under which she came to live here?
There are a lot of artists who buy houses here.
I think she came from Japan,
where her father was some kind of diplomat, that's all I know.
What was her reputation here?
Need I say more?
You were her neighbor.
Do you have any idea of her lifestyle?
Did she have a lot of friends?
Well, there was my husband
and a certain Laszlo Kovacs that she met in Japan.
Heaven only knows about him.
Tell me about him.
Oh, that's easy enough.
He comes here often enough to see my husband.
He was dating my daughter.
In short, he makes himself at home.
I'll see him later.
I suppose he came to this country with Miss Mortoni?
Yes. She introduced him to Henri.
I gather you don't like him?
I don't know, Inspector. He's an odd character.
I will return later to speak to you about your husband.
Inspector, do you think there will be a scandal?
Yes, it's inevitable.
But you should have nothing to fear.
At least I hope not, my dear.
That's ridiculous.
My friend, I'm only doing my job.
By the way, where were you this morning?
- At Mass. - So you were back early.
You know that the crime occurred much later.
Just before the body was found.
Really?
That would make you a suspect.
Plus, you had motive to kill.
I've put you in the "hot seat," my dear.
You hated Miss Mortoni, didn't you?
Not really, no.
Do you have any questions to ask?
Roger Tarta, the maid's boyfriend... what do you know about him?
Understand me, Richard, I would never hurt Laszlo.
I dislike him immensely, but if he's not guilty, he shouldn't pay.
- Guilty or not? - Don't say such things.
Mother, I said nothing.
Not a word.
It's ridiculous to suspect poor Roger Tarta.
- They suspect you too. - Don't be an imbecile.
The inspector was joking.
He knows that I couldn't do such a horrible thing.
- Do you think I could? - Of course not.
The inspector simply has his suspicions.
That's his job.
This is too much.
Now you're accusing your mother?
Oh, really, Mother...
What did you say about Roger Tarta?
I said that I didn't think he was guilty.
So it was Laszlo?
It could just as well have been a prowler.
But as for your sister...
What?
Nothing.
Do you need anything, Father?
No.
- Father. - Yes?
Is there anything I can do for you?
I don't know what to say, but I am terribly sad.
My sweet.
I've nothing, no more future.
No one. I'm finished.
What about me?
You'll leave me one day.
I hate your mother.
I know I shouldn't say that.
But I hate her.
I wanted to leave her.
But now, I haven't even the strength to open the door and leave.
Maybe later?
Later?
You... Do you think...
No, I don't think I'll ever be able to forget.
Never.
I'll never forget. I don't want to!
How is that...
And don't try to reason with me.
I just want... Just love me.
Love me a lot, Elizabeth.
I love you, Daddy.
I didn't know that someone could be so unhappy.
If I could lay my hands on the person who did this,
I'd tear him to pieces and gouge his eyes out!
He murdered beauty.
That vermin.
That nothing.
That foul insect.
He dared touch my Leda.
- Your mother very well could have... - Father!
Shut up.
Leda is dead.
The old one...
Happy now? Feel exalted?
Leave this house immediately.
You've no more business here!
I can't. I'm being detained for the inquest.
In any event, you'll end up in prison
or with some fool willing to feed you.
Have your things packed and ready to go. Just some friendly advice.
- Why? I'm a suspect? - That's all I'll say.
One just can't help naturally despising you.
Get out, you swine,
or I'll denounce you!
I have to see someone first.
You sure?
Madam! It's terrible! They've arrested Roger Tarta.
- They won't hold him. - I beg of you, please do something.
What do you want me to do?
I know Roger. He is completely incapable of doing this...
Julie, it's not serious.
I promise, he'll be out soon.
- He's not responsible. - Really?
- What do you know? - I just know.
- You're well-informed. - Indeed.
Yes...
I'm absolutely sure.
Wait for me here.
Elizabeth!
- I don't want to see you. - Listen. This is serious.
- Get out. - Listen, this is serious.
I'm going to hurt you.
What are you going to do?
I can't help it. You're going to detest me.
I don't understand.
I'm asking for your forgiveness.
I love you.
Richard.
- It's nice, huh? - Yes.
- It's my favorite Berlioz piece. - Mine too.
What did you think of Leda, Richard?
Did you like her?
- Do you mean physically? - Yes.
Beautiful.
Splendid.
And if she had been younger,
could you have loved her?
- No. - Really? Why not?
I don't fall in love like that.
Besides, I've never been in love.
Never? That's odd.
Is there any reason for that?
There's no reason.
I just never fall in love, that's all.
Explain it yourself.
Besides, of what interest is it to you?
- It interests me. - It interests you?
You don't really like speaking about yourself, Richard.
Yes and no.
Why discuss things that I have no thoughts on one way or the other?
Are you that indifferent when it comes to someone else?
Your father, for example.
You're tiring me.
Listen...
You really can't understand why your father loved Leda.
I told you I found her very beautiful.
Beautiful enough to eat.
- Do you like music? - Yes.
Listen to this passage.
- Extraordinary, no? - Indeed.
How is the inquest coming?
He's doing his best, the poor thing.
- I think it's stupid to suspect you. - Why?
- Because you didn't do it. - But only you and I know that for sure.
- What do you mean? - I'll tell you later.
What do you think of your father's liaison with Leda?
- What liaison? - Stop pretending, Richard.
I may not look it, but I'm on my guard.
You're an ass!
No one wants you here, not Elizabeth or my mother.
No one!
So you're taking it out on me. It's like that, huh?
Why did you kill her?
How dare you be so presumptuous?
What's gotten into you? I don't understand!
- Go away! - Why did you kill her?
She was beautiful and kind.
- And you snuffed her out, sick bastard! - I didn't do anything!
You were in love with her! Admit it!
- Go away! - No. Tell me why?
Go away!
No. Love makes one do strange things.
- I hated her! - You're your mother's son.
- Don't speak about my mother! - Let's talk about your mother, Richard!
Come on!
You bastard!
Come on!
It was you!
Why did you kill her?
Tell me!
Why did you do it? Why?
Richard!
If you tell me,
it will stay between us.
I won't tell the police. I swear.
Only your family will know. You have my word.
Richard!
Did he hurt you?
- Go get the police! - No! No!
- Get the police! - No police. Not the police.
- What are you saying? - I don't want the police.
No police.
- Listen to me. - Filthy bully!
Listen to me a minute.
I'll close my eyes.
I don't want to see you.
I killed Leda.
I was in my bedroom.
I was listening to Mozart's "Serenade in B Flat."
A record I bought yesterday.
I could hear you quarreling next door.
You and Father.
I'm your wife, Henri! I'm your wife!
"I'm your wife, Henri!"
You want your freedom?
My freedom? More than anything.
Are you serious?
Was that a serious offer?
Who is that down there?
- Did you invite him? - No.
I think that's incredible, Laszlo, bringing guests without an invitation.
Next he'll be bringing all of his friends from Paris. I knew that would happen.
If there's enough for five, there's enough for six.
What? You're saying his friend is going to eat here?
- Why not? - Never! I'm going to speak...
Don't yell. It's vulgar.
Stay right here.
The man can eat here if he wants.
We have something more important to deal with. You spoke of my freedom.
What did you mean by that?
I wasn't speaking of divorce. That's excluded.
- Who's there? - It's me.
Come.
- You okay? - Yeah.
What do you want?
Nothing. Just wanted to see how everything's going.
So you see.
- What's going on? - Nothing?
In or out. Don't stand there like that.
All right. See you later.
Well... Richard.
What are you doing here?
Good morning.
I just came by to say hello.
That's very sweet of you.
- Sit down. - Thank you.
- I was admiring... - You like them?
Very much.
Not only are you beautiful but you have remarkable talent.
- Would you like a drink? - Gladly.
You have beauty and spirit.
What do you lack?
One thing.
What?
I can't tell you.
- Have you been here a long time? - A few minutes.
How is it that I didn't hear you come in?
Perhaps it was because you were in the bathroom.
I knocked a few times.
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
You've got a wonderful view from here.
- It's exactly the same as your house. - I never noticed it from our house.
All right, Richard, why did you come?
To say hello.
- Is that all? - Yes.
I wanted to see you.
To tell me what?
Nothing.
I simply wanted to see you.
That's an odd reason.
Unfortunately, I don't believe you.
You're wrong.
I very much wanted to see you,
to hear you,
to see how you live...
to see who you are.
And what is your conclusion?
I've just told you.
Even if you were the worst of women...
No, that's not it.
I don't know how to explain it.
Answering you makes me furious.
Go on.
Whoever thinks badly of you must be mistaken.
That's a thought that fills me with despair, miss.
For what reason?
Because you're my enemy.
- Absolutely not, Richard. - You are.
And you know why.
But seeing you
makes me realize that it's wrong to be against you.
It's a error that we've all made, miss.
My mother loves me. I love her.
But seeing you,
I realize that she's not very pretty,
not very kind,
not very generous,
not very smart.
Would you put on a record?
Yes.
Choose one.
Listen.
This music makes you realize that all other music is ugly.
Yes. And so?
Whoever doesn't like this music is wrong, Leda.
I'm not sure I understand.
- What do you mean by that? - Please don't speak.
There's a passage I'd like you to hear.
- I'm sorry, Richard, but... - Do you like it?
- I would prefer it if you turned it off. - Wait.
There's something I'd like you to know.
- As much as I love this music... - Be quiet!
You don't understand, Leda.
- I want to tell you that I hate you. - Leave, immediately!
You've turned my mother and me into sordid insects!
I can't even look in a mirror.
When I have to look, I stare at myself.
I study all the details of my face.
It's hideous!
I think of you, of my mother.
When I look, I don't see myself.
It's my mother!
I feel myself growing smaller,
tiny.
An insect!
I'm changed.
I've become frightful!
My eyes are as pitiless as the sun.
Everything in this face is vile!
Nothing can save it!
It a face of a living corpse.
It can only express horror.
A void!
Ugliness!
Leda...
you are going to die.
I came to kill you.
Leda!
Leda.
Behold, my wife! The mother of my children!
Look at you! You think you're desirable?
Take a good look! Do you think any man could want you?
He's just delirious from this maniac's beating.
Keep him away. He doesn't need to know.
You can trust me. I won't say a thing.
I'm sorry.
- We have to contact the police. - No!
Are you crazy?
Your brother is sick and you want him arrested?
- But if it's true... - Shut up! You have nothing to say!
Roger Tartan's going to prison. It's not right.
- I'm getting the police. - Laszlo, stop her! You promised me.
- Is that so? - Yes, I promised.
Never mind why, but I promised.
- I hope you feel just as bound. - Thank you, Laszlo.
- But it won't be that easy. - Why?
You don't want to live like a hunted animal?
It's up to you and no one else!
No one can force me.
Go tell the police everything you told me.
- Do it voluntarily. - No.
Listen to me, Richard. You'll get off easy.
This was not a crime of a sane man.
If you ever want peace, you'll give yourself up.
Be quiet, you bum.
You impose yourself on us and now you want to send my son to jail!
You have to do it, Richard.
- Do you agree? - Yes.
- Then I'll go. - No!
- Where are the police? - In Leda's house.
I'll go anyway.
Father... do you forgive me?
I wish I could, Richard, but I can't.
If you go Richard, you're no longer my son!
And Leda, what can we do for her?
Whom should we tell?
No one. She had no parents, no friends.
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