Twilight: A Quarantine AKA Women Duelling (Duelle: une quarantaine)

Paris. The last night of a new moon, this winter.

Keep going. Go on!

Go on! You can do it.

- Don't wake the entire hotel up. - There's almost no one here.

- I still have eight hours of my shift to go. - Oh, shit, it's midnight!

- I've got to split. - Don't you want to stay?

- You can have the red room. - I can't. I have to do the rounds.

When will I see you again?

One of these days... Give me a kiss.

I'd like...a room for the night.

Would you like a room facing the street or the courtyard?

It doesn't matter.

That's not true.

I'd like a special room.

The red room... It's free, isn't it?

Yes.

That'll be 60 francs.

- Keep the change. - But...

Do you know this man?

He stayed here a year ago.

His name is...

Max... Christie.

- You are very kind. - Are you feeling better, Lady Christie?

The truth is, you shouldn't be addressing me like that.

We weren't married.

But it was as if we were...

Seven years...

Seven years of my life with him...

That gives me the right, doesn't it?

I'm being silly.

Excuse me, Mademoiselle“?

Lucie.

My name is Leni.

Yes, it's true, it's silly.

Look at his room. The objects he looked at, that he touched...

But I still love him.

I must admit it.

But what can I do for you?

Well...

I've lost his trail.

I must find him again.

- Did you know him? - No.

But the girl who worked here before often mentioned him.

She talked about the huge tips he left.

Yes, we are very generous, actually.

Unfortunately he hasn't returned since.

You know something, don't you?

I know that he was often with...

...I'm sorry...a girl.

My girlfriend remembered their names. They had a habit

of yelling on the staircase, waking everyone up.

Christie, Stern...

Stern...

Stern!

And then?

That's all.

Try a bit harder.

Don't take this the wrong way, Lucie.

I'd like to hire you. Have you investigate for me.

Try just a little bit harder.

I don't know if I should, but... my girlfriend...

told me that he only came to the hotel

once he'd spent the night at a hostess club

not far from here.

It's called the Rumba.

And who should I talk to there?

My girlfriend has a friend who works as a ticket girl.

Elsa.

"Ticket girl"?

How awful.

I'm not staying.

But your money...?

It's an advance.

Don't be afraid.

I'll be in touch.

Do you remember the last time we were here?

I was with him.

I followed you like a guard dog. I was envious of him.

Envious of what?

You!

Me? You inherited me.

Look, I've managed to get together the 150 francs that I owe you.

150 francs? It's not 150 francs you owe me.

It's 175 francs. What are you playing at?

Why 175?

I lent you 150 francs three days ago, when you were with those guys.

- To get a round in. - Really?

Yes, really. And then I gave you another 25 francs last night.

Last night? You never lent me a thing last night.

I lent you 25 francs last night. What do you take me for?

You have a visitor, Your Grace.

So, you know my brother...

Yes.

When Lord Christie visited, everything would change.

How so?

He would come in,

and in the blink of an eye everything was different.

To start with, he'd buy up all of the evening tickets.

Money always did burn a hole in his pocket.

We didn't do badly out of it, though.

So, we'd get rid of all our patrons

and then we'd sit down and just be like that for hours sometimes.

- He never asked you to dance? - Oh, no.

No, he'd always come with a girl. Always.

We'd still dance anyway, but with his friends.

Parasites...and sometimes worse...

Living off of the family's money.

Max is rather reckless, if you must know, mademoiselle...

- Elsa. - Elza?

No. El...El-sa.

- El-sa. - That's it.

We're the ones obliged to pay for his extravagance.

It's strange...

Given that you're his sister, you don't have an English accent.

How dare you.

I was at school in Switzerland.

I'm so sorry.

You are right, though.

He was very extravagant.

He also looked a little unwell.

Like something was upsetting him?

Precisely, yes!

What could it have been?

- His conscience? - His conscience?

Oh yes, his conscience.

Oh, yes.

I mean, the last time he was here he no longer wanted to talk.

He was just sat in the corner, all huddled up, not saying a word.

Except when he ordered his drink...

Champagne.

- Champagne? - Yes.

He drank and drank...

But he couldn't get drunk.

- And you? - We were completely tipsy.

All of a sudden he got up

and he gestured, like this.

Like this.

And the mirror broke.

I must find him immediately. Do you know how I can?

Yes.

The girl who was with him...

her name was Sylvia Stern.

She was said to conduct private meetings.

Where?

Thank you, Elsa.

You'll see me again.

- Carte. - Carte !

Huit à la banque.

E t six.

1,000 francs, banco.

Suivi à deux. 500 francs chacun.

- Carte. - Carte !

Huit a la banque at baccarat!

Par coup de 2,000 francs, Monsieur. Faites vos jeux.

- 2, 000... - Banco.

- Se suit. Non? Rien pour vous? - Non.

- Carte. - Carte !

Six à la banque. Cinq, bon.

4,000. Banco?

- 2,000. - 2,000.

- Suivi. - C'est suivi. Banco.

- Carte. - Carte !

Six en banque.

Et cinq. C'est bon!

- 4,000, banco? - Suivi.

Banco.

Banco de 4,000 francs.

Huit.

Neuf à la banque. C'est bon!

- Perd sa dette. - Merci bien, Monsieur.

It's the story of a zebra who escapes from a small country zoo.

He comes to a farmhouse and meets a chicken

and asks it, "What are you doing?"

The chicken says to him, "I'm a chicken and I make eggs."

And the zebra says, "Oh..." and carries on until he meets a cow.

Then he enquires, "And you, what do you do?"

The cow says, "I'm a cow and I make milk."

And the zebra says, "Oh..." and carries on,

until he meets a bull.

And he asks him, "And you, what do you do?"

And the bull looks at him and says, "I am the bull.

"If you want to know what I do, take off those stupid pyjamas."

I'm sorry, I wasn't listening... What were you saying?

Nothing.

It brings good luck.

As for our other little debt, we'll worry about that later.

OK.

God, it's stifling in here.

I don't know how you can sleep in this jungle.

Well, I'm, you know...quite adaptable.

I lie down like this...

and then I don't breathe for the rest of the night.

Let me see.

You tickled me!

The truth is, I'm unable to get to sleep.

Why?

I want to be honest with you, Monsieur Pierre.

You are a kind, intelligent man.

- A godsend, in short. - Really?

Yes.