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You call that brushed?

Where's your hairbrush?

There's no hairbrush.

Do you want to make me angry?

Come on, I'm not angry.

I'm just pretending.

You didn't even say hello.

Say hello. Repeat after me.

Hel-Io.

It still won't come out.

Never mind. Tomorrow.

There's no hurry now. Look!

The money I earned for you.

You'll be able to stay here as long

as necessary, until you're cured.

Until you become pretty again.

Like before your illness.

Don't cry!

Don't cry or I'll leave.

Smile.

Won't you smile for me?

That's better.

I'll be back in five minutes.

Go on! I'm coming back.

Mrs Andr, you've got a nerve!

I'm not Mrs Andr. I'm replacing her.

I'm informing myself.

About what? What are you talking about?

Who are you?

My name's Constance Harper.

But everybody calls me Conny.

Mrs Andr doesn't need

a replacement!

- Are you sure?

- Of course I'm sure.

Mrs Andr? Mrs Andr!

Mrs Andr? Where are you?

- Where is she?

- She left.

Without telling me?

I don't believe you.

Believe me, Doctor.

Mrs Andr left this morning.

She took the first train to Saint-Flour

to visit her family.

Her family? How do you know

she has family in Saint-Flour?

- We know many things.

- Who sent her there?

- You.

- Me?

You know. This morning

the cook gave her a letter from you.

No way!

Clotilde!

Do you fancy red currant jam?

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

- We're eating.

- What are you doing in my house?

- We don't know. We're here in case.

- In case of what?

We haven't been told.

And you? Who are you?

I'm Doctor Malic,

the director of this clinic.

Excuse us, we didn't know.

Clotilde shouldn't have let you in.

Answer me, for God's sake!

- Looking for someone?

- The cook!

- We gave her the sack.

- Who did?

- Lon.

- She was rude to Pierre.

You're messing me around!

Please leave immediately.

- You won't leave?

- Not without orders.

I order you to leave.

Funny guy.

You've got a sense of humour, Doc.

- You aren't from the organisation.

- What organisation?

Don't try to make them talk.

They'd be stupid to answer.

The consequences are severe.

I'm just trying to make them leave.

I don't want them here!

- What about me?

- The same goes for you!

You should have

thought about it earlier.

When you commit yourself,

you must think of the consequences.

- I didn't commit...

- We're here for a reason.

My employers never make mistakes.

- What's that?

- My expenses.

- Go on, make yourself at home!

- One moment, Doctor.

Taxi:
940 francs.

You took a taxi?

- We were at the station...

- Bus, like everybody else.

Telephone:
30 francs.

To call who?

You're not going to quibble

over 30 francs.

I'm not the Kremlin

or the White House.

I'm a poor woman

struggling to make ends meet.

You're rich!

And you pay us peanuts.

Nobody forced you to take the job.

Lon... What kind of person

have we landed up with?

A b*tch! You didn't know?

They'll get use to it,

you'll see, Doctor.

Well, I won't!

Do me a favour and clear off!

I don't think so.

- Will you shove off?!

- If the decision was mine...

Then scarper! Quick!

Don't make me resort to drastic...

Very well.

I'm going to the authorities.

Doctor.

Don't do that. Believe me.

Fancy that! You're scared.

Me?

I'm saying it for your sake.

The authorities...

the less you see them, the better.

We'll see.

Please, not now.

Get back inside, or you'll catch a cold.

Hello, Doctor.

Louis isn't here?

No, the poor guy broke his leg

last night on his way home.

He sent a replacement.

That's nice of him.

- You too...

- Me too, what?

Nothing... A coincidence.

- A glass of Muscadet, Doctor?

- What?

- You drink Muscadet, don't you?

- Yes...

Victor already knows

the clients better than I do.

Who are these people?

They're not from around here.

A congress of ocarina players.

They're here for a few days.

- Yes... Give me a phone line.

- Is your phone out of order?

I can't get that number from home.

- We'll call telephone exchange.

- No need.

It's very easy. What's the number?

I'm not sure what the number is.

Give me the phone book.

You've got a cheek!

Sorry, I thought you were

looking for your number.

Hello. The US Embassy?

Could you give me the number

of the Institute of Psychological War?

My name? Is it really necessary?

Dr Malic. Villa Les Glycines

in Maisons-Lafitte.

For personal reasons, Miss.

I wish to get in touch

with a member of the Institute.

No, I can't give you his name...

Strictly personal reasons.

Colonel Howard.

No, I can't talk any louder!

Howard. Yes, I'm waiting.

Can you go further away

while I'm on the phone?

You haven't found Colonel Howard?

Nobody knows him?

But at the Institute... The Institute exists.

The Colonel told me...

No, he didn't ask me

to call him back here.

It's strange.

Well, forget what I said.

No, I'm asking you

to please forget this conversation.

You don't have to keep

a record of all calls!

I'm not saying it's not your duty.

No! Miss, you're going too far!

Asking you to forget this conversation

isn't part of the conversation.

You have no right to record it.

Right... very well.

Goodbye, Miss.

You made your phone call?

The person wasn't in.

I got the operator.

Some operators shouldn't be trusted.

They know more than managers.

Of course,

they hear all the conversations.

I know all about it!

What a mess!

Are you proud of yourself?

I can't even leave for five minutes.

One day, you'll set the house on fire.

You want me tie you to your bed

like a baby? Do you?

What have you got in your head?

What's in there?

You think I don't have

enough problems already?

Who did I put myself

in this situation for?

For you.

To have some money.

To be able to cure you.

To keep the clinic so you don't

have to go back to your family.

Is this how you thank me?

I really want to help you.

I really...

Come on, darling, be quiet.

Let me go. Lucie! I'm coming back.

Were you spying on me

when I was with Lucie?

Me? I've been here all the time.

Do your job but don't go near

my patients. Understand?

- Yes, Doctor.

- What's this farce?

- We mustn't raise suspicions.

- You think you look like a nurse?

I don't know, but the people

who just came in treated me like one.

- People? Who did you let in?

- Two clients.

Already?

Pass me my coat.

- Who's first?

- I'm very busy.

If this gentlemen would excuse me...

Sorry, I was here first.

I have a radio show in half an hour:

France speaks to Lithuanians. Live.

- Doctor.

- It's off-peak...

- Are you ill?

- Barmen can't be ill?

Victor, we're neighbours.

Come back tomorrow.

I'll come back, but it's not fair.

Which one of you gentlemen...

- I'll just be a minute.

- I know your minutes. In Berlin in '47...

And Port-Said in '51...

We're not going to start that again!

You know each other?

Long-standing sick people

have many opportunities to meet.

We're always wondering

which one will outlive the other.

Whenever you're ready, sir...

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