Last Tango in Paris (Ultimo tango a Parigi)

- A phone token, please. - No tokens. At the end, on the left.

Thank you.

Mom? Yes, it's Jeanne.

I've found a flat to rent in Passy. I'm going to see it.

Then I've got to go to the station to meet Tom. I promised him.

Okay, see you later. Bye!

I've come to see the flat. I saw the sign.

- The sign? - Yes.

It's always the same! Nobody ever tells me anything.

- I'd like to see it. - You want to rent it?

I don't know yet.

They rent, they leave, and I'm the last to know.

Do you think that's right?

If you want to go up alone, go on. I'm afraid of spiders.

The key is missing.

Strange things happen.

They drink six bottles a day.

Wait, don't go! There must be a duplicate.

Here it is.

You must be very young.

Let go of me!

She's crazy.

Who are you?

You gave me a fright. How did you get in?

- Through the door. - Oh, yes. I left it open.

I didn't hear you come in.

- I was already here. - Sorry?

Oh, it was you who took it.

I had to bribe the concierge.

They're fascinating, these old houses.

An armchair by the fireplace would look good.

The armchair should go in front of the window.

Are you American?

You've got an American accent.

- Are you going to take it? - Are you?

I don't know.

Do I answer it or not?

There's no one.

I don't know.

So you're going to take it? You've decided?

I had already decided, but I'm not sure now.

Do you like it?

Do you like it?!

I don't know. I shall have to think about it.

Think fast.

I thought you'd left.

- Watch out! - Have they taken us for someone else?

We're in a film. We're in a film.

If I kiss you, it might be cinema.

If I stroke your hair, it might be cinema.

What's going on? Do you know them?

It's a long story. In short, Portrait of a Girl...

...It's been accepted for television, and the girl is you! It's you!

You're mad! You might have asked me first.

Yeah, but I wanted...

I wanted to start with shots of Jeanne at the station meeting her fiancé.

Yes, I know them. They're my crew.

So you kissed me and you knew it was being filmed?

You're a bastard! Traitor!

No, you'll see. It will be a love story.

Tell me, Jeanne, darling. What did you do while I was away?

I thought of you day and night, and I cried.

Darling, I can't live without you!

Wonderful! Cut! That was perfect!

I'd have finished by now, but the cops wouldn't let me touch anything.

They didn't believe it was suicide.

There was so much blood everywhere.

They had fun making me do a reconstruction.

"She went there."

"She came through here."

"She opened the curtain."

I copied all her actions.

The guests were awake all night!

The hotel was crawling with cops!

They enjoy playing around with blood.

They were all spies!

Asking if she was sad, if she was happy.

If you fought, how long you'd been married, why you didn't have any children?

Pigs.

They got familiar right away.

They said, "Your boss is a bit unstable."

"Do you know that he was a boxer?"

So?

"It didn't work out, so he became an actor."

"Bongo player..."

"...revolutionary in South America, journalist in Japan."

"One day, he lands in Tahiti, hangs around, learns French."

"Then he comes to Paris."

"There he meets a woman with money, marries her and..."

"Since then what has your boss done?"

"Nothing."

I say, "Can I clean up now?"

"No! Don't touch anything!"

"Do you really think she killed herself?"

He pushed me into a corner and tried to paw me...

Turn the tap off now.

They'll be doing the autopsy right now.

Why won't you turn the tap off?

They told me to give your razor back.

It's not mine.

They said they don't need it anymore. The investigation is over.

Yes, she had cuts there, and on the neck too.

Excuse me, where shall I put this?

- You could have rung the bell. - The door was open. I'll put it there.

In front of the fireplace.

- Careful, Madame. - There.

- What about the table? - How do I know? He'll decide.

- This is a king-size! - It won't fit.

Well, your husband has no idea. All this in an hour, It's not long.

What a mess!

- Thank you. - Thank you.

The armchair goes in front of the window.

Like that.

But I only came to return the key.

- To return it to you. - I don't care about the key.

Take your coat off.

Take your coat off and help me.

Okay.

Get those chairs and bring them here.

Put them on the other side.

Take that, too.

That's it.

You didn't waste any time.

Listen, monsieur! I've got to go.

- I thought you'd be here. - I expected you later.

I took the first train.

Oh, Paul! How awful! How awful, Paul!

Papa is in bed with asthma.

The doctor wouldn't let him come.

It's better like that.

I'm stronger.

What are you looking for?

Something that would explain. A letter, a clue.

I told you, there's nothing, nothing at all.

My little Rosa wouldn't have.

Nothing for her mother. Not a word.

It's useless to keep on searching.

Not even for you, her husband!

You need to rest.

I think room twelve is free.

With a razor?

What time did it happen?

I don't know. In the evening.

And then?

Then I... I already told you on the phone.

When I found her I called the ambulance.

After you called, Papa and I stayed up all night, talking about Rosa and you.

Papa kept whispering, as if it had happened in our house.

Paul!

- Where did it happen? - In one of the rooms.

Did she suffer?

Ask the doctors. They're doing the autopsy.

The autopsy.

I already had some announcement cards.

I've seen a lot of death.

I think of everything.

I'll prepare her a beautiful room with flowers.

The cards, clothes, relatives, flowers.

You've got everything in that suitcase.

You didn't forget anything.

But I don't want any priests here.

- But... - No priests.

- But, Paul... - Understand?

We have to. Funerals must be religious.

No!

Rosa didn't believe!

Paul, don't shout. Don't talk like that.

They'll give her absolution.

Absolution and a nice mass. That's all I ask, Paul.

Rosa is my little girl, do you understand?

Rosa... Why did she kill herself?

Why? Why did she commit suicide?

Why?

You don't know, huh?

You don't know.

You shouldn't have done that to me.

It's not a wig, it's my hair.

Doesn't it suit me? Tell me, don't you like it?

Of course I like it.

Listen, you know...

I don't know.

You have changed, and yet you haven't.

I can see the shot now.

The camera is up high.

It descends slowly and follows you.

You come forward, and it moves in on you.

There's music, too.

It gets closer and closer to you.

I'm in a hurry. Let's start.

But...

...can't we talk a little first?

Tonight we improvise.

You follow.

He was my childhood friend.

He used to watch me for hours and hours. I think he understood me.

Dogs are worth more than people. Much more.

Meet Olympia, my nanny.

Mustapha could always tell the poor from the rich.

If someone well-dressed came in, he never stirred.

But if someone scruffy came in, you should have seen him!