♪ La route est dure
La vie est morne
♪ Mon ame est sure d'aucune borne
♪ Que dois-je faire
♪ Avec ma vie
♪ Quand toute la terre
s'est endurcie? ♪
Here...
..give me a franc, will you?
Give us the price of something to
eat. I'm starving.
You're not starving, you're thirsty.
May God strike me dead,
if I ever had a drink in...
No, no, all right.
Go on.
Here.
You've been good.
You've done me a good turn.
Listen...
One good turn deserves another.
What am I going to do about you?
Do you know what
I'm going to give you?
I'm going to give you
something special.
I'm going to give you
a postage stamp.
Hmm.
It's from Madrid. Mm-hm.
It's special.
Oh, thanks very much.
Don't you cotton on?
It's special. It's from Madrid!
Madrid.
Ah! You've got it.
I tried to get out there -
in the thick of it.
Me. Honest.
Only it couldn't be fixed.
You can have it.
Thanks.
Hey!
Well? Let me... Let me buy you
a drink.
Come on.
Hey!
Not tonight.
Goodnight, Mother.
DOOR SQUEAKS
I'd better bring my oil
can next time.
What a game!
Anything wrong?
Nothing.
How are you? I'm broke.
Apart from that, everything's fine.
Is that you?
Taken in . I've been looking
through the family album. Ah!
Just to remind myself what I looked
like before.
Before what? Before you knew me?
I was a scream, wasn't I?
A real scream.
It was taken in the Luxembourg
by a student I knew.
He was doing chemistry.
You hanker after those days?
Well, it would have been so
different if I hadn't got ill,
had to give up.
I'm much better, aren't I?
A little.
What did you do today?
Ah, I needed a breath of fresh air,
so I walked as far
as Rue de la Gaite.
I wanted to see Annette. What for?
Just to see her. Did you? Mm-hm.
And then it began to rain, so I
took a taxi and came home.
What have you been doing?
Oh, end of term.
Wound up my classes.
I went along to the bursar's office
- see if I could get an advance.
Apparently, it's not done.
And, er, then I saw Ivich. She's
feeling a bit low at the moment.
Why is that?
She's going to fail her exams.
I'm worried about her.
You know how she is.
Hmm, hard. Anyway,
I had to see her.
She might do something silly.
Ha! What, for example?
Oh, I don't know.
Something rather Russian, no doubt.
What?
Well, she has Russian parents,
so you tell me.
Don't worry!
She'd never mess up that delicate
skin of hers.
Not with a revolver sh*t.
Not little Ivich.
Marcelle... Don't tell me
you've never noticed the whiteness[
of her flesh. Personally, I'd be
afraid to touch it
for fear of scratching it.
No, b*ll*ts are made
for tough skins like ours.
I'd puncture rather well,
don't you think?
Nice, neat little hole just
under my breast.
Neat and clean with red edges.
SHE LAUGHS
It could be very attractive.
Marcelle, you're a bit nervy
tonight.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
Oh, I... I've got something to show
you. Hmm?
A beggar stopped me in the street
on my way here
and he gave me that.
No, no. No, the postmark.
Madrid? That's it.
"The Anarcho-Syndicalist
Committee, , Rue de Belleville."
Was he an anarchist?
I don't know.
He wanted to stand me a drink.
With the money you gave him.
And you refused?! Yes.
Why? Might have been interesting.
I was on my way to see you. Ah!
Half-an-hour or so late,
it wouldn't have mattered.
Your life is full of missed
opportunities.
You think so?
Well, there was a time when you'd
have gone miles out of your way
to collect people.
Well, I don't write as much
as I used to.
I don't feel the need.
Hmm, you seldom do, nowadays.
Anyway, he'd have got maudlin,
put on the pathos.
Oh! Poor old you.
And so afraid of anything
sentimental, aren't you?
Anything spontaneous
and you suspect.
It is a trifle too authentic,
my dear.
As though you'd just come
out of a linen cupboard.
The lack of shade about you.
And you're addicted
to self-analysis.
You contemplate yourself,
you criticise yourself,
you tear yourself to pieces.
Self-destructive, that's you.
You'd like to be nothing.
No, I want to be myself.
Just myself. You want to be free.
Absolutely free.
It's your vice. It's not a vice -
it's how I'm made.
I don't feel such a great
need to be free.
Marcelle.
Are you feeling fed up?
Why should I be?
Oh, Marcelle, please.
Tell me what's the matter.
There's nothing the matter.
Oh, yes, there is.
Oh, we tell each other everything.
There's nothing you can do about it.
Come on.
Besides, it'll only upset you.
Tell me. Come on.
All right. It's happened.
What's happened?
IT has happened.
Are you sure? Quite sure.
I'm two months late.
Oh, Christ.
Well, you know now, don't you?
What are we going to do?
Well,
we get rid of it, don't we?
Good. That's settled.
I've got an address. Who from?
Annette.
That's why I went to see her.
Annette was all messed up.
It was six months
before she was right again. No!
Oh, you want to be a father?
Now, listen, you've suddenly
sprung all this on me.
We must think.
I don't want you to think.
It's not for you to think.
It's a woman's business now.
SHE SOBS
Sh, sh, sh.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I needed the outburst. I've
been holding it in all week.
I'm not blaming you.
You have every right to.
This old woman -
where does she live?
, Rue Morere.
She only charges francs.
Apparently, that's absurdly cheap.
Oh, yeah,
that's the bargain basement.
That's what worries me.
She doesn't charge enough.
We're lucky she doesn't.
I've just about got it,
francs.
When do you intend to see her?
Tomorrow.
At midnight.
I gather she only sees people
at night. I'll go.
You? See what she's like.
She'll shut the door in your face.[
She'll think you're the police.
I shall go!
If I don't like what I
see, then... Then what?
I am not having you messed
up by some old harridan.
And if she won't do? Well,
then, I'll see Sarah.
She'll know someone.
You're very nice to me.
Very considerate.
Perhaps you'd like to be operated
on instead of me, hmm?
Take this off.
She's pregnant. Pregnant.
It's no good. We're too nervy,
both of us.
Just as you like.
You're quite right.
I'll, er...
I'll go and see this old
woman. What, tonight?[font col
No time like the present.
I'll call round tomorrow evening -
let you know what I think.
No, not tomorrow evening, I'm... Oh?
You'll phone me sometime
during the day? I'll be here.
You're not angry with me?
It's the first time in seven
years, we've been clever.
You're not getting sick of me, I
hope? Oh, don't be silly.[/f
Trouble is, I'm getting sick
of myself.
Sometimes, I feel I'm just one big,
fat lump and nothing else.
This time next week,
it'll all be over.
Promise.
Pregnant.
It's fantastic.
Can't believe it.
When did it happen?!
It must have been on Easter Monday.
I wanted to give her pleasure.
I felt affection, tenderness - not
desire, just tenderness.
And now there's something
inside her.
Amongst all that muck in her belly,
there's something alive.
DOOR SQUEAKS
Blast!
I mustn't forget the oil can.
It's somewhere in here,
struggling to live.
It'll be scraped to its death
with a Kn*fe.
Oh, God, I must try not to hate him.
I must try.
Daniel wouldn't have let me down.
Daniel wouldn't have done
it in the first place.
He's beyond sex.
So good, so pure -
like an archangel.
Phone him. Why don't you?
No, that's silly.
He'll be here tomorrow.
Phone him.
Just hear his voice.
Talk to him.
Then, you might sleep.
PHONE RINGS
MAN COUGHS
Hello, Daniel.
Is that Marcelle?
Yes. What a pleasant surprise.
How are you, my dear?
I'm very well, thank you.
How are you?
All the better for hearing from you.
Well, my dear, to what do
I owe the pleasure?
Just to remind you about tomorrow
night, that's all.
As if I should forget. Evenings with
you are the light of my life.
MARCELLE LAUGHS
Anything else?
No. No, just that.
Just to hear your voice, know you're
there before I go to bed.
It was just a whim, that's all.
How charming of you.
How perf
And how is your dear mother?
FRIEND SNIGGERS
Fine. Good.
Give her my love, won't you?
Of course.
Well, goodbye, Daniel.
Till tomorrow night. Yes.
Bye.
Versatile, are we?
I go to her for punishment.
What, the boot fetish?
Spiritual punishment,
aesthetic punishment.
You wouldn't understand.
She gets done up as
a Mother Superior.
You're the naughty choir boy.
Well, we've all heard of that one,
love.
Be quiet on your way out, won't you?
Forgetting something, aren't we?
Ah, yes.
Oh, it's another
for that, er, special thing.
Yes.
I'm giving you francs.
Very sporting.
Should we ever meet again,
I don't know you.
You don't know me.
Right.
Goodnight...ducky.
Oh, God.
I've never done it here before.
Never brought one to my flat.
Nothing will be the same again.
No, it's not me who did it.
Not me.
It's that loathsome thing.
It led me on.
Liar. It's you. You're all filth.
Mind, body - filth.
I need a bath.
DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE
What do you want?!
Police, is it?
Show me a card, then.
No, I'm not the police.
I'm in a fix.
Somebody gave me your address. Who?
Annette Besnier.
Annette Besnier.
Oh, yes. Come in.
Well? I've come on behalf
of a friend.
A woman? Yeah. Ha!
That's rich,
First man who's had the cheek to
show his face, you are.
I'll have no dealings with men,
I tell you that.
She asked me to arrange
an appointment.
One look at you, and she should
have known she'd end up in trouble.
She trusted you, did she?
Well, she's got what she deserves.
May I see where you do the, um...?
Do what?
Operations. Hey!
Who's talking about operations?
What operations?
If your friend wants to see me
about something particular,
then tell her to come by herself.
I'll have no dealings with
anybody else.
Stop your nosing about!
You've got a nerve.
Treated her as if
she was on the streets, haven't you?
What? With any decent girl,
it's up to the man to see
that there are no trippings up.
Right?
Well, let's hope I'm better
at my job than you was at yours.
That's all I have to say.
Goodnight.
Goodnight, madame.
Marcelle's certainly
not going there.
I'll go and see Sarah.
Yes.
Scipio, my little darling, you know
what's going to happen to you today?
CAT MEOWS
Just you wait and see.
Malvina!
Malvina!
I've got a little surprise for you.
CAT MEOWS
There you are!
HE LAUGHS
Uncle Daniel's taking you
for a little trip.
There.
CAT MEOWS
Poppaea, my beauty.
I love you more than anything else
in the world, my darling.
That's why I'm...
CAT SCREECHES
Ow!
TO HIMSELF: Fool.
Damn you!
If only I could t*rture myself,
effectively,
instead of my cats.
But you can never get directly
at yourself.
I do try to punish myself.
I'm going to see Marcelle tonight.
Why?
Because I hate the smell of her.
I hate that female fleshiness.
I loathe it.
When I'm with her, I feel
like spewing.
But the punishment is not
sufficient.
Not after last night.
I brought one of them here -
to this room.
So you must have extra castigation,
mustn't you?
Do something that really hurts.
You can only damage yourself
through the harm you do to others.
That's why I must k*ll my cats.
Oh, I want to see Sarah.
She'll be delighted. Sarah!
A visitor.
Why, it's Mathieu.
Weymuller. Delarue.
Enchanted.
To what do I owe the happy occasion?
Sarah,
there's something I want to ask you.
Anything you like.
See who's here.
Hello, my old social traitor.
How are you?
Sit down. I thought you were dead.
Sit down. Coffee?
No, I don't think so.
How's Gomez?
My husband's now a colonel.
What do you think of that?
Colonel? I envy him.
Do you?
Where is he at the moment?
Barcelona.
I had a letter last week. Sarah,
that letter - get rid of it.[/
Otherwise, you'll have it stolen
and taken to the Germans.
Nonsense.
Brunet's worried
about the minister.
Minister?
The little chap who let you in.
He was a member of the Socialist
government in Munich in .
Why did he come here?
He's a Jew. He had no money.
Another lame dog sniffed
you out, hmm? If you like.
The fact is, the party's been
getting disquieting reports
about him. Six months ago, he was
seen hanging about the German
Now, I ask you, what was a Jewish
refugee doing in such a place?
You've no proof. Having him
as your lodger is a stupid risk.[/
You saw him, Mathieu.
He wouldn't hurt a fly.
And I'm certainly not telling him
to leave because of what your party
surmises. Your party's abstract.
That man is living.
And he's down and out.
Sarah. You are the wife of a colonel
fighting the fascists to the death.
Oh! It's no game.
Your husband sent his agents here.
Here, in this very room, we
discussed propaganda,
recruiting, strategy. This is no
place to harbour a spy.
You decide, Mathieu.
If I tell Weymuller to go,
he'll probably throw himself
in the Seine.
Do you drive a man to su1c1de
for a mere suspicion?
He'd throw himself in the Seine -
do you mean that? No!
He'll go straight back to the German
embassy and sell himself outright.
Well, Mathieu, you haven't
answered the question.
Basically, Sarah, it's whether
the end justifies the means.
Yes. Don't ask him.
It's not his province.
I respect you, Mathieu.
We've known each other a long time.
If it were a question of explaining
a piece of Spinoza or Immanuel Kant,
yes, I should apply to you.
But Marxism in practice? No.
I don't want opinions.
Not even from a teacher
of philosophy.
Your mind is made up?
Yes.
Sarah, you'll do as you like,
of course, you're not a member
of the party,
but if you keep Weymuller,
I merely ask that when Gomez sends
news, you come to my place.
Certainly. And don't leave letters
lying about. Burn them, ple
Very well, I promise.
Good.
Well, Mathieu, you're looking
under the weather. What's wrong?
Yes, er, I have my worries.
It's nothing serious.
It's good to see you.
We were at the university together.
Same year.
We used to call ourselves
the Three Musketeers.
HE LAUGHS
So we did!
That's a bit ironic when you look
back on it. Oh, I don't kno
We call him Porthos.
He's still a direct sort of chap,
don't you think?
What about you? Athos, the dreamy
lover. No, not so dreamy.[/fo
Who was the third? What's his name?
The religious one. Aramis.
Yes, that's it. That's Daniel
Sereno. You've met him.
He's the chap who keeps
all the cats. Oh, him.
He's not turned into a priest,
has he?
Not Daniel!
That's where the pattern breaks up.
Mathieu, you're doing
me the power of good.
I'm on the move all the time.
I never have a chance to see
my
You could die and I'll only hear
about it a month later, and then
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I'm not going to die yet awhile.
No, not yet awhile.
Mathieu, are you free about six
o'clock?
I'd like to drop in on you.
Have a chat like old times.
Please do.
I look forward to it.
I'll see you out.
He painted that and now
he's a colonel.
He actually went. He read
about the fall of Irun
in the Paris-soir.
Paced up and down this studio
and then he went out. No overcoat,
bare-headed,
as if popping round the corner to
buy some cigarettes.
He went off to Spain to fight a w*r.
I suppose something like this
will be used on Marcelle.
They'll probe
around inside her and k*ll it.
No, no. Not k*ll. Not k*ll!
Prevent its being born.
Oh, don't lie to yourself, Mathieu.
It's a death. You know it's a death.
That little embryo inside her has
all the potential
of a completed child, a man.
It's all there -
limbs, flesh marks, character.
Waiting to greet the world.
And something like this
will pierce it
and explode it like a toy balloon.
He left it unfinished.
Know who it is? Er, I'm...
It's an American
woman he was sleeping with.
This, too.
I can forgive him everything -
his treachery, his escapades,
his cruelty - but not his
going to Spain.
He went away to k*ll men.
Has k*lled men, by now.
Human life is sacred.
What's wrong, Mathieu?
Marcelle is pregnant.
Oh.
So you...
You're going to...? No!
We don't want children.
I see.
I believe the same thing happened
to you a few years ago.
Yes.
It's, er, nothing at all, really,
if it's done in time.
Look, Sarah,
I'd like you to understand me, um,
I have no wish to marry.
It's not just selfishness -
I consider marriage to be a b...
Anyway, Marcelle doesn't want
children.
She doesn't like children?
She's not interested.
Yes.
Well, that's that, then.
Poor Mathieu.
You must be rather worried.
Can I help?
Yes, I think so.
When you were...
Yes. ..you went to see someone.
A Russian, I believe?
It was horrible.
Was it? Gomez insisted.
After it had come away,
they gave me a little parcel.
They said, "You can throw
it down a drain."
Like a dead rat.
I don't think you realise what
you'll do to her.
Once it's over, she'll hate you.
Do you hate Gomez?
I can't hate anyone, least
of all Gomez.
I can't send you to that Russian.
He drinks, nowadays.
He's irresponsible.
Is, um...
Is there anyone else you know?
Nobody.
Yes, there is.
There's a Dr Waldmann.
He's a Jew, a gynaecologist.
Specialist? He had a huge practice
in Berlin. The Nazis came[/f
and he fled to Vienna. Then, with
the Anschluss, he had to clear out.
He arrived in Paris with one small
suitcase. Do you think he'l
I'll go and see him. When?
Now, if you like.
Oh, thanks, Sarah.
Is he expensive?
He used to charge , marks.
That's , francs!
He's a first-class surgeon.
Still, it's robbery.
He's not established here,
so I'm sure he'll be reasonable.
I shall suggest , .
Christ!
All right.
Look, I'll go and slip on some
clothes. He's not far.
Would you like to wait here for me?
I'm sorry, Sarah,
I'm afraid I've got an appointment
at half past ten.
You're a treasure.
Where will you be in an hour's time?
At the cafe phone. I could wait
there for you to ring me.
All right, then, let's do that.
Oh, thanks, Sarah.
Half-an-hour to go and the deed
will be done.
I shall choose the spot
where the water is particularly
dank and dirty.
Water covered in oil
from the Vitry factories -
vapid and viscous.
It'll drive them crazy.
They'll claw each other to pieces.
They're scapegoats.
Or scape-cats.
Yes. It's an ancient ritual.
Jews sacrifice newborn lambs.
Christians, every Easter, go
through the m*rder of Jesus Christ.
I do it with my pussies.
They shall die because they love me.
And, priest-like, I shall do
the k*lling because I love them.
It'll be a beautiful scene.
Beautiful.
And what remorse I shall
feel afterwards. What t*rture.
Yes, that's the best bit.
How shall I expiate?
I shall have to expiate.
But let's wait till we come to it.
A nice double whisky, sir,
with ice.
What's that he said?
He's classifying me as a double
whisky and ice man.
I refuse to be categorised.
I'll have a gin fizz. Sir.
No, wait.
I'll have a vodka and Angostura
with a squeeze of lemon
in a balloon glass,
which you'll have
nicely peppered.
That'll teach him.
Sir.
Impudent bastard! Still, mustn't
blame him.
I am simply too, too presentable.
Obviously, the double whisky
and ice, if not the cocktail type.
Immaculately dressed.
And that face. Suave, benign,
urbane.
Of course, that stupid little tit
thinks I'm a top dog requiring
the most expensive, fashionable
drink.
Why not kiss him?
Or, better still,
pull your trousers down,
show him what you've got.
Shut up!
Control yourself.
You MUST control yourself.
Discipline. Punishment.
That's what you need.
Your drink, sir.
Thank you.
God help me.
I do believe I detect a certain
jiggle in the buttocks.
The old come hither.
The little bitch knows
you're as q*eer as a coot
and she's sending you up.
No, no, no, no. You're wrong.
Nobody suspects you.
Marcelle doesn't suspect you.
She'd rather marry you than
that lousy bastard Mathieu.
Drink up. Nobody suspects you.
Agh! Bloody hell, fireworks!
Let's get out of here.
How much? francs, sir.
CAT MEOWS
It's blood! They're cats.
SHE RETCHES
A memento of love.
Hello, Mathieu. Ah.
And for madame?
Um... Have a peppermint.
You'll like it.
Do I? Hmm. Peppermint. Monsieur.
Is it that green, gluey stuff
I had the other day?
I thought you liked it.
I took what I was given.
I shouldn't listen to you.
We haven't the same tastes.
Waiter! No. Let him bring it.
It's nice to look at.
But I shan't drink it and, anyway,
I'm not thirsty.
Are you annoyed I dragged you out
this morning?
I couldn't have stayed
in my room, anyhow. Why not?
You don't know what a women's
student hostel's like.
The superintendent has taken
a fancy to me.
She tries to stroke my hair.
I hate being touched.
She hates being touched.
I have a problem there.
It isn't that I desire her at
the moment, but I shall desire her,
I know it.
What's the attraction?
She's so much younger.
A young mind, young flesh.
Perhaps I'm afraid of getting old.
I've been with Marcel
for seven years. Love's grown cold.
All the same,
she's expecting a baby.
Well, I'll soon settle that. I'll
borrow the money from somewhere.
It'll be done.
It's pretty.
Hmm, yes.
I wish my eyes didn't hurt so much.
Do you think it's the beginning
of blindness?
Last week, it was your heart.
You were afraid of a heart att*ck.
Yes. Well, I'm not myself,
at the moment.
It's all this waiting for the exam
results. They'll be out to
I've failed. I know I have.
Got a cigarette? Mm.
I wanted the smoke to look
as though it came out of my hand.
It would be funny to see a hand
smouldering.
Um, the smoke moves too quickly.
I know. It's tiresome.
Do you still want to go
and see the Gauguin? What Gauguin?[/fon
Oh, yes! The exhibition.
Well, we could do, I suppose.
You don't sound too excited.
Yes, yes, I am. If you don't want to
go, just say so.[f
I've been already. I wanted to go
again to take you, but if...
I'd rather see it later.
The exhibition finishes tomorrow.
It'll come back again.
They always do.
It won't come back again for years.
Why don't you come straight out with
it and say you don't want to go?
It's waiting for these results. I
don't feel like seeing exhibitions.
If I'm ploughed, I shan't
go back home, that's certain.
You told me your father was thinking
of selling up in a couple of years.
Your whole family moving to Paris.
Oh, my God, you're all alike.
Two years in Laon. That hole?
I'd like to see you there.
Can't you get it into your head that
would be two years stolen from me?
I've only got one life.
And I'm old already. I'm .
Look.
What makes you think you've failed?
How did you get on in the physics?
Mucked it up.
Yeah, but you did all right
in the practical.
I don't think. As
for the chemistry paper - hopeless!
Well, I can't remember formulae.
It's all so arid. It's empty.
Why...why did you go in for
medicine in the first place?
To get away from home, that's why.
Isn't she superb? What?
That woman.
All right.
There are times when I wish
I was a man.
Monsieur Delarue is wanted
on the telephone.
Monsieur Delarue. Thank you.
It's Sarah Gomez. Excuse me.[/fon
Where's...?
Monsieur Delarue? Yes.
Thank you, madame.
Hello, is that you, Sarah?
Hello once more.
Well, it's all fixed up. Good!
Only you must hurry. He leaves on
Sunday for the United States.
Um... How...how much does he want?
Well, I'm terribly sorry
to tell you, but he wants
, francs in cash.
I told him you were hard up,
but he wasn't interested.
Yes. That gives me just two days
to find the money.
, ?
That's it?
Yes. Well, don't worry,
I'll find it.
Well, thanks, Sarah, you're a dear.
Will you be in this evening?
All day.
I'll see you this evening,
then, before dinner. Bye. Bye.[/fon
Thank you, madame. Monsieur.
I'll go and see Daniel.
He'll lend me the money.
I've known him for years.
Yes, he'll lend it me.
I hope.
My headache is gone.
Glad to hear it.
We could go and see
the Gauguin exhibition, after all.
As you wish.
Let's try and get a taxi.
CAT MEOWS
Don't think about them.
Simply don't think about them.
Oh! So you're trying not
to think about them, are you?
You must think about them. That's
the very point of the exercise.
My darling Poppaea is in there.
She has such beautiful golden eyes.
No, no, it's too much.
Think of something else, quickly.
Anything!
Stock exchange. Ah!
Now, then.
I made , francs yesterday.
Got the money in my pocket.
CAT MEOWS THROUGHOUT
Shut up!
Where were we? Ah, yes.
Think of something.
I'm seeing Marcelle tonight.
She calls me her archangel.
I must appear to others
to be such a lovely man.
But I am.
Well, externally, that is.
Oh, but that awful female stench
Marcelle has about her.
I'm mortified already.
And the way she hangs on to Mathieu.
The pair of them know they don't
love each other, but they haven't
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Typical examples of normal sex
after a seven-year stint.
God help us!
CAT MEOWS THROUGHOUT
Will you shut up?!
CAT SCREECHES
Here's the very place.
What gave me this brilliant idea?
Ah, yes. I remember something I read
in my volume of t*rture
Through The Ages.
In Constantinople,
adulterous wives were put
into a sack with hydrophobic cats.
The cats, terrified of the water,
tore the woman to pieces
as all of them slowly drowned.
CAT SCREECHES THROUGHOUT
Not long now, dears.
That's that.
Let's look at the time.
Nicely done.
seconds to go.
On the dot of half past ,
I take the basket in my right hand
and the stone in my left hand.
I rise and drop them both
into the river simultaneously.
The basket will float
for a moment or two
and then bubble, bubble, bubble.
There we are.
We're coming up to it.
Five, four, three, two...
Right.
BELL CHIMES THE HOUR
I can't do it.
I can't even k*ll myself
at second-hand.
Well, at least it means I can't deal
with myself objectively.
I'm not Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde,
after all.
There's just me.
Only me.
Evil, corrupt,
contemptible me.
Besides, I never really wanted to
k*ll my darling Poppaea, did I?
I've just been trying to picture
you as a boy.
I can't do it.
I had curly hair.
All I can imagine is that you were
like you are now, only smaller.
Matthieu, this
is a glorious moment.
What have you been fooling
about doing all day?
Marcelle and her pregnancy?
Unimportant!
Sweep them away.
Right. I'm free.
The moment is mine.
I can feel it.
Freedom.
Take courage.
Use your freedom.
And act.
Now I've done it.
She'll never forgive me.
WHISTLE BLOWS
TYRES SCREECH
I'm in love.
♪ Les mains se tendent
de tous cotes
♪ Les chaines sont lourdes
♪ Puis-je les oter?
♪ Un seul pas contre la tyrannie
♪ Une raison d'etre
♪ Dans toute ma vie
♪ La route est dure mais
je suis forte
♪ Mon ame est sure le peur est morte
♪ Je sais quoi faire avec la vie
♪ Quand toute la terre
sera affranchie. ♪