Mr. Klein Page #4

Did something happen?

Then why?

Why what?

Someone keeps calling all the time.

Who was that?

I don't know.

It was a woman's voice.

Did you give her

Mr. Klein's new number?

How stupid of me.

How could you know that?

There aren't any Isabelles here.

What is it, Gerard?

This man's looking for a girl.

Here I am.

Her name is Isabelle.

Too bad.

I don't know her.

There's no one here named Isabelle.

That's not Isabelle. It's Cathy.

She doesn't work here anymore.

She left a month or two ago,

maybe even three.

Do you know where she lives?

With him, I think.

God knows where.

Do you know him?

I saw him a couple of times

when he'd come for her.

Why?

He's no good.

A Corsican or an Arab.

Something like that.

A gangster, you know, or a pimp.

And he plays the flute.

No, nothing.

In any case, he ruined her.

She was such a nice, funny girl.

I saw her recently.

She's changed. Tough, distant.

- And those horrible overalls.

- Overalls?

Come on, hurry up!

You're on in 10 minutes!

- Will you wait for me?

- Yes.

But first tell me where you saw her.

After the show.

Where did you see her?

In the metro, at the Balard station.

She was going to work.

Or so she said.

Excuse me, miss.

Do you know this girl?

Let me see.

I don't know her.

You know her?

She's not the type

to work in a factory.

What's she got on her face?

Foundation cream.

- Do you use it?

- Sure.

Glycerin mixed with nitrate

and a little sulfur.

Its great for the skin.

Are you sure she works here?

I was told she was here.

Yes, hustling.

Well, that's possible.

Is she your fiance, by any chance?

No, not yet.

Id like to know what she does.

Listen, the gentleman

is looking for this girl.

He's been asking if we know her.

Yes, that's Franoise.

She's the new girl.

She works in the detonator section.

Isn't her name Cathy?

No, it's Franoise.

We had lunch together

a couple of times.

Michelle!

That girl works with her.

Look at little Franoise.

No, that's not Franoise.

Michelle, that was his picture.

Really?

I thought it was a joke.

Im sorry.

Never mind. Ive got the negative.

In any case, it's not Franoise.

I don't doubt it.

St. Lazare, Madeleine:

six minutes.

Etoile, Alma:

ten minutes.

Rpublique, Chtelet:

fifteen minutes.

Bastille, Montparnasse:

Twenty-five minutes.

Put that with the rest.

Hello, Inspector.

Report these gentlemen for trespassing

and breaking and entering.

And for wasting my time,

which is money!

Calm down.

- Don't be ridiculous.

- Me?

They're taking my papers,

my car, my paintings.

Im not allowed to buy or sell.

No more bars, restaurants,

movie theaters, nothing.

Everythings forbidden.

They say I can't go anywhere,

not even to a public restroom.

Just because my grandmother's

certificate hasn't arrived yet!

No, you can't take that one!

Its not for sale.

This isn't a piece of merchandise.

It belongs to me.

Inspector, you do have

a warrant, of course?

Here you are.

Try to make him understand

it's not personal.

Im not doing this for fun.

Its the law.

Im not questioning the law.

It doesn't concern me.

I refuse to pay for another man!

The prefecture reported your case.

But Im the one who reported

the case to the prefecture!

This has nothing to do with me!

That remains to be proved.

It wouldn't be the first time

that a man came forward,

the better to hide.

What's that? I don't follow.

I was speaking in general.

Please come now.

You know the law.

Don't make things difficult.

All right.

Pierre.

- And the girl?

- She's vanished.

She hasn't shown up for work,

and the address she gave them was false.

Nobody knows anything about her.

Yes. Well leave.

That's about all of it.

When did you start writing music?

Investigate all this.

Id forgotten.

You play, don't you?

- Just a little.

- Give it a try.

What is it?

Its our friend's.

It seems he composes now,

in the bathroom.

What is it, a military march?

The way you play,

it could be anything.

Stop that!

Have you gone crazy?

Go on.

I knew you were stupid

but not that stupid!

If I weren't an idiot,

how could I trust you?

I know where to get

a passport and a visa.

All it takes is money.

So first you find a buyer,

and when your passport's ready,

and at the last moment,

well sell.

Ill sell.

Well, yes, of course.

Youll sell.

And how much is all of this worth?

About 10 million.

Would you settle

for seven or eight?

Forget it.

Leave that to me.

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

In any case, Im not selling,

and Im not leaving.

Morning, Georges.

- Is he yours?

- No.

I found him wandering

around here this morning.

He must be lost.

He's starving.

Why don't you take him?

- Don't you like dogs?

- Yes. Other people's dogs.

- See you tomorrow.

- Good-bye.

Georges, call the dog.

He's following me.

I don't know his name.

Go on. Go away!

This is incredible.

It looks like the same dog.

Absolutely identical.

He was all alone outside,

wandering around all night long.

No one could abandon

such a beautiful dog, could they?

Come on.

Let's see if there's

anything to eat.

Excuse me.

Robert, listen.

Im going.

Where?

Have some coffee.

Sit down.

Pierre is right, you know.

Three articles today,

just on the front page.

Apart from the usual cartoons.

Look.

This one's pretty funny.

Don't you like it?

Well,

perhaps it's a bit vulgar.

But Pierre is right.

They're getting the public

ready for something.

Its obvious.

Let's see the classifieds.

Lost and found.

No, nothing about the dog.

Shut up.

I read about it in the paper.

Did they all die?

Yes, all five of them.

There was enough TN in the sidecars to blow up half of Paris.

Not just the Gestapo headquarters.

The poor devils didn't have much luck.

You should leave now.

The guard must have

finished his meal.

Ill show you out.

Was he a relative?

A friend?

Don't worry.

Id do the same thing

if I was a bit younger,

or braver.

- Did you bring my papers?

- It was very difficult.

Here's your passport.

"De Guigny. " An aristocrat?

Probably.

That's the end of the Robert Kleins.

One got blown up,

and the other-

Here's your ticket to Marseilles,

and one for the ship.

It leaves in two days.

The money?

Of course.

But at the last minute -

How much?

- Or should I say, how much less?

- Half a million.

Let me explain.

The buyer argued over the gold.

In francs, he would've paid

twice as much.

That doesn't matter.

Half a million, well -

Its quite reasonable and correct.

- Or almost.

- You don't think I -

No, of course not.

- Should I count it?

- Yes, I want you to.

Ill deny you that pleasure.

Here you are.

Keep your promise.

Don't worry.

Ive always wanted a dog like this.

But he isn't just any dog.

You can count on me.

Well, good-bye.

- Good luck, Robert.

- Good luck to you.

I must admit

I was getting fed up with France.

We're too civilized, too polite.

Too many tabs are kept on us.

Cheer up.

You have half a million,

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