Mr. Klein Page #5

a fine dog,

and above all, Nicole.

Nicole told me.

- When will you be back?

- I don't know.

- Soon?

- I don't know.

- After the war?

- Maybe. I don't know.

What about me?

I really don't know.

I left the dog with Pierre.

But I don't trust him.

Promise to look after the dog?

Yes.

Hello, Franoise.

Hello, Cathy.

Hello...

Isabelle.

Here.

Hello, Nathalie.

Hello.

See? You've got the wrong person.

Do I?

No. You're wrong not to trust me.

You don't know it,

but we're old friends, in a way.

We have an old friend in common.

Robert Klein.

You know Robert?

Robert Klein,

32 Rue des Abbesses, second floor.

Poor Robert.

We've left him all alone

with his ghastly, lovesick concierge.

He called her his kangaroo.

No, you're not a friend of Robert's.

You just saw him at the station

and didn't even say hello.

You're quite right.

Im not his friend, nor is he mine.

Excuse me.

- What is it?

- Open up. It's me- Robert.

Quick!

- What's happened?

- Nothing.

I need to make a call.

Hi, Nicole.

Go back to bed.

What about your ship?

I may not need to go now.

I don't get it.

Who are you calling?

- Mr. Klein.

- But isn't he dead?

So you found his number?

It never changed.

He never left.

He put up a "For Rent" sign,

gave my card to the concierge,

and returned home every night.

Who's calling?

I was looking for you too.

I'd like to talk to you.

Fine. When?

- Whenever you like.

- Immediately.

All right. Where?

At your place in half an hour.

- Do you have my address?

- Yes, I have your address.

Good. Ill come down

in half an hour to let you in.

You're not really going, are you?

That's why I came back.

What do you mean?

This is ridiculous.

Send the police.

- This is personal.

- But if you -

I said it's personal.

I had to do it.

He's a criminal.

And I was afraid for you.

Mr. Klein?

Robert de Guigny.

Where do you think they're taking us?

I don't know.

But there's no need to worry.

Is there?

Its just a routine check.

I don't know.

I hear they're going

to turn us over to the Krauts

and send us to Germany.

But it can't be true.

The French police would never do that.

Don't you agree?

I don't know anything.

How could I?

This has nothing to do with me!

Im sorry.

Come on!

Look! Ive got the certificates!

- Ill be back.

- Robert, what are you doing?

Ill be back.

Six hundred louis.

Three hundred.

You must be joking.

At that price, I'd rather keep it.

As you wish.

It's easy for you,

when a man is forced to sell.

But I'm not forced to buy.

Make me a reasonable offer.

Three hundred.

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