Monsieur Verdoux Page #3

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- What bank?

The Mutual Trust.

That's the worst of all! Get it out!

What time is it?

- Are you mad?

- Every bank will be closed tomorrow.

- What will I do with it?

- Decide later.

I don't want 70,000 francs

lying about.

How much? Never mind.

Don't talk. Hurry up. Quick.

It's a lie.

You're losing time!

The banks close at four.

Quick, hurry! Come on, dear.

I must be out of my mind to do this.

You wait and see.

- The cashier said it was nonsense.

- You expect him to say otherwise?

I'd sooner believe him than you.

Why couldn't I leave it

in my safe deposit box?

A revolution might happen. New

government would confiscate it all.

The best thing is to have it here,

where you can lay your hands on it.

Where you can lay your hands on it.

Lydia, you're very tired.

What you need is a good night's rest.

I need my head examined.

I've never heard of such a thing...

Emptying my safe deposit box.

Burglars might break in.

What nonsense.

Good thing we haven't any servants.

It's perfectly safe tonight.

Should have been left where it was.

Very well, if you're uneasy about it,

put it back.

- You can do that in the morning.

- I certainly will.

- Turn out the lights.

- Yes, my dear.

- Did you lock the doors?

- Early this evening.

Latch the kitchen window?

Everything's attended to.

- Well, did you?

- Yes, my dear.

- What a night.

- Yes, a full moon.

How beautiful,

this pale, Endymion hour.

What are you talking about?

Endymion, my dear -

a beautiful youth

possessed by the moon.

Forget about him and get to bed.

Yes, my dear.

"Our feet were soft in flowers..."

Hello? Hello?

Long distance, please.

Paris Stock Exchange,

Reaumur 6572. Thank you.

Hello, Balong & Company?

This is M. Verdoux.

I'm wiring 50,000 francs.

Is that enough?

I won't be in Paris for some time.

I have matters to clean up here.

Very well, I'll keep in touch.

Goodbye.

Daddy!

Daddy!

- Mama!

- What is it, Peter?

- Look!

- Henri!

- Many happy returns, Mona.

- Happy returns?

You haven't forgotten our wedding

anniversary? 10 years ago today.

Good heavens. Of course.

I have more sentiment

about these things than you have.

Henri.

10 years, wonderful years.

Thank you, my dear.

- Did you bring her a present?

- Peter!

Well, women like those things.

However, I did bring her a present,

and here it is.

Henri, this is wonderful.

- They will never take it from us.

- What did you get, Mama?

The deed to this house and garden.

Peter? Peter?

Here's Jeannette.

Run and get ready for supper.

Mama, can't I dine

with you and Daddy?

Tonight, yes.

What a relief to get away

from the jungle fight.

The jungle fight.

- You're tired, Henri.

- I suppose I am.

Well, two more years at this business

and with luck, we can retire.

If it means losing your health,

I'd sooner live in one room again.

That, you will never do again.

- We were happy then.

- Not now?

- Of course, but...

- But what?

In the past three years,

ever since you left the bank,

you've been under a terrible strain.

Have I?

You worry me.

That's the last thing I wish to do.

It's your state of mind.

What's wrong with it?

You're so desperate about everything.

These are desperate days, my dear -

millions starving and unemployed.

It's not easy for a man of my age

to make a living.

I know it. It's terrifying.

However,

when the world looks grim and dark...

then I think of another world -

you and Peter -

all that I love on this earth.

There.

May I help?

Get the paper

and your father's slippers.

They're here.

I got them before Daddy came home.

Do I smell meat cooking?

- Yes. You wanted company for dinner.

- Of course.

Why don't we eat meat, Daddy?

Because we are vegetarians, my son.

Are the Bottellos coming?

- Yes.

- Good.

- Who are the Bottellos?

- You know the Bottellos.

The man who owns the drug store -

my good friend.

Oh, yes.

The Turners want you to officiate

at Wednesday's Church Bazaar.

Sorry, I'm leaving for Lyons

in the morning.

So soon?

Business is business, my dear.

Peter, where did you put the paper?

You're sitting on it, Daddy.

Oh, so I am.

- Give it to me. Rest your eyes.

- Thank you, my dear.

Just read the headlines, that's all.

"Depression Worldwide -

Unemployment spreads in all nations."

Enough. It's too depressing.

Just think, Henri,

how fortunate we are. You have a job.

Yes, I have a job.

If I lose one,

I can always find another.

Peter, don't pull the cat's tail.

You have a cruel streak.

Where do you get it?

I'm only playing with him.

He likes it.

He doesn't. You play too rough.

Remember, violence begets violence.

The Bottellos.

Peter, take Papa's shoes to his room.

Ah, Martha, my dear,

let me take your things.

And Maurice, delighted to see you,

upon my word, to be sure.

Go inside. Go inside.

Thank you.

You're quite a stranger, Henri.

Yes.

- Dear Martha.

- How do you do?

- Maurice.

- Mona.

- How is your cold?

- I'm over it.

- Did you take those pills?

- Well -

No you didn't, but you should.

They're analeptic -

to restore strength.

Maurice, you know how she is

about taking medicine.

Dinner is served, Madame.

I give them to Martha all the time.

- She's the guinea pig of the family.

- Ah, yes.

- Tell me, how's business?

- As usual. And yours?

Very busy these days, very busy.

Martha, at my left, please.

I hope you'll be with us

a little longer this time.

No, Maurice, I am leaving

by the first train tomorrow morning.

- Best one yet.

- Like 'em rough? I'll go further.

That's far enough, brother.

That's a Lulu. I must tell it

to the captain when he comes.

- When's he here?

- At six on the Lyon Express.

It's almost time. We'd better blow.

What's your hurry?

Let's have another drink.

What's happened to that maid?

Annette? Pardon me a moment.

- Are you deaf? I was shouting.

- I didn't hear.

You didn't want to hear.

Lamb chops?

Where's the fish from lunch?

I threw it out. There wasn't much.

Enough for you -

throwing food away in hard times.

I'm sorry, I can't eat fish.

There are plenty who can,

so pack up and get out.

Lamb chops for dinner.

Next it'll be steak.

- Lamb chops and steak!

- What's the trouble?

- These servants.

- They're a problem.

This one's gone. Now the captain's

coming home and I haven't a servant.

Look, Annabella, we'd better blow.

What's your hurry?

You haven't told my fortune.

Well, we'll stay till he comes.

- Alright, now cut 'em three times.

- Yeah.

- How long's the captain ashore?

- Just a week, then off another six.

Six weeks?

I bet that has its good points.

I haven't got to that stage yet.

Look at that girl's luck.

No wonder she won a lottery.

- Do I win another?

- I wouldn't be at all surprised.

Wait a minute.

Ace of spades. That ain't so lucky.

If you slipped on a banana peel

with a bad back, the fall would help.

The captain!

- Louis, my pigeon.

- Annabella.

- Why are you so late?

- Sorry.

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