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Page 47.

"Pale and trembling like doves,

the three maidens entered the room.

In the dancing firelight,

it looked even more

imposing and fantastic" -

It can't be.

Go on.

I can't.

Go on.

"Imposing and fantastic.

That enormous penis,

tumescent,

superb,

alive. "

Go on.

I know very little about him.

I never saw much of him.

The girl took care of everything.

A brunette,

pretty sexy.

I think she was a whore

or a dancer.

He only went out at night

when I was in bed.

Around midnight,

after curfew,

I'd hear him come down the stairs.

And the morning I saw him,

it was about 5:
00.

I was taking out the trash.

There he is!

You're Mr. Klein, aren't you,

from the second floor?

No, I'm sorry.

I'm not your Mr. Klein.

Pardon me.

I thought you were him.

Same height, same hair, just as slim.

The same look.

Because I never saw

the other one's face.

What do you want?

I've come about the apartment.

Is it still available?

- If you don't mind waiting a minute.

- Not at all.

We're finished.

What about the calling card?

Yes, it's right here.

Wait, I'll write down

the address for his mail.

- Does he still get mail?

- Yes, but not much.

A newspaper, a letter.

Nothing else.

So you want to move in here?

No, it's for a friend

who's coming to Paris.

- Here you are.

- Thank you.

If you hear anything, call us.

Yes, certainly.

Good-bye.

Do you really want

to see the apartment?

The wallpaper needs changing.

It's all moldy.

The ceiling needs painting.

The toilet bowl's got to be changed.

And you'd have to get rid of the rats.

- Rats?

- Yes, rats.

Look at this.

All over the place.

No, this is no place for you.

If you're interested,

it's 150 francs a month.

Outrageous.

Plus electricity

and a maintenance fee.

He had a dog?

Yes, a German shepherd.

Sometimes he'd bark

and then whimper

as if he were being beaten.

My husband always said you could

judge a house by the bathroom,

and he was right.

Well? Haven't you seen enough?

- The shower?

- It's out of order.

What's wrong?

I'm sorry,

but since my husband

has been gone,

I get funny.

Every now and then,

I have these hallucinations.

Is your husband dead?

No, he's in Germany.

Prisoner of war.

Yes, I remember.

A pretty girl and a beautiful dog.

You, on the other hand,

your face was hidden.

But you're recognizable.

Do you still have that sidecar?

No, it got blown up.

May I?

Good evening.

Who's that skeleton in your house?

What skeleton?

That whore!

What do you mean?

A girl called Janine.

A friend.

Why did I find her here?

Because you got here after her.

She was alone in the house.

Because she got here first.

Is your husband here?

Yes.

And two policemen

are waiting for you.

Good evening.

Sorry I'm late.

Listen.

They're waiting for you.

Yes, your wife told me.

- What's going on?

- Nothing. I'll explain later.

Good evening.

I have the impression

we've met before.

We have that same impression.

Did you rent that apartment

for your friend after all?

No, I haven't made up my mind yet.

We brought back your card.

Thank you very much.

I have a terrible habit

of handing them out everywhere.

- How about a drink?

- No, thank you.

But you go ahead.

We can wait.

Are we going somewhere?

The Pigalle police station.

Again?

I went there after I saw you.

I spoke to the inspector

just five minutes ago.

Pierre, please turn down

the phonograph.

Nicole, would you get me a beer?

Maybe you should call him.

That would save time.

Pigalle 30-30?

- Call him, Franois.

- May I?

Go right ahead.

You bastard.

Inspector, we're here with Mr. Klein.

Yes, sir. Very well.

Who could this other Klein be?

I have no idea.

I first heard about him

yesterday at the prefecture.

Our orders came from the prefecture.

Anyway, if you hear anything -

Don't worry.

It's in my interest.

I don't like this business.

So there's a man

who's got the same name, a Jew.

He's gone off and left you

with his problem.

How could he know about me?

Your calling cards are all over Paris.

It doesn't make any sense.

Does he expect me

to just shut up and take his place?

It's someone with a grudge

against me

trying to get me into trouble,

provoke me.

Why should he have

a grudge against you?

And why not?

"My love,

what interminable months!

In two days,

it'll be our January 26th.

I'm here, waiting for you.

The train to Ivry la Bataille

still leaves at 6:15.

You mustn't miss it, you know that?

Because this time, I swear

you'd lose me.

And that would be awful,

my darling.

Florence. "

"You mustn't miss it, you know that?

Because this time

it would be awful, my darling.

Florence. "

Do you have any baggage?

Please follow me, sir.

Good evening, Mr. Klein.

Please come in.

They're expecting you.

May I take your coat?

Please.

Good evening.

I'm Charles-Xavier,

your host.

I know, it's a complicated story.

Come with me.

It's quieter in there.

Yes, then I can explain.

Florence, can you imagine Robert

living in Pigalle?

In a furnished room?

Robert in Pigalle?

In lodgings, Rue des Abbesses.

That's impossible.

It's absurd.

This gentleman has the same name.

Really? Just like Robert?

Isn't that funny.

Please.

What was Robert doing in Pigalle?

Nothing.

I don't think he was ever there.

Then God only knows

why this letter was sent to him in Pigalle.

That's right.

There's a letter.

They're waiting for us.

Couldn't we read it after dinner?

It's only a few lines.

We're all starving.

Yes, I see your point.

But if you knew Robert

as well as I do -

I can't accept your theory.

We can't be talking

about the same person.

Let's go in to dinner.

Will you stay?

No, thank you.

I must return to Paris.

My train leaves soon.

I don't believe there are

any more trains tonight.

No, only on odd days.

You see?

Now you have no excuse.

There must be a hotel nearby.

Requisitioned.

Don't worry. You're my guest.

Anyhow,

we did invite you

in a way, didn't we?

Come on.

Now you have no more excuses.

No, don't move.

Don't turn on the light.

Don't turn on the light.

My letter.

Would you mind giving it back to me?

Would you mind turning around?

Why?

Because I sleep in the nude.

Tell me.

Does your friend happen to be Jewish?

Robert? I don't think so.

As far as I know, he's an atheist.

Yet he subscribes

to a Jewish newspaper.

That's possible.

He reads a lot.

And talks very little.

Who told you that?

On the contrary.

Then what did he tell you about me?

Nothing.

He never mentioned you.

No letter, then.

I know what Robert would say

if he were here.

First, he'd compare you

to an animal or an insect.

His theory is based on

what he calls

the infinite variety

of specialized instincts.

- How fascinating!

- Isn't it?

He claims that

in animals and insects,

this variety manifests

in a series of different species.

But in man this is not possible,

since there's only one human species.

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