The Menace (La Menace)

THE MENACE

No!

You should leave, Inspector.

It'd be better this way.

The investigating magistrate will be expecting your report as soon as possible.

You'll be able to make her talk?

I hope so.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Well, he's gone.

It's not true.

I swear.

And I never lie.

Give me your hand.

Don't you want me to take your pulse?

Everything is all right now.

Miss Mathias,

according to the inspector, your lies set this drama off.

What do you think about it?

For him, lying is a vice.

For me, it's more of a refuge.

If there was no lying, we couldn't dream,

would we?

Don't you want to answer?

No.

Why?

Because I lie.

What do your parents do?

- Nothing. - How do you mean, nothing?

They are dead.

When did they die?

My father - when I was a baby. My mother - when I was 10.

And since then?

I've lived at my uncle's.

He needed a housemaid.

- Does he live alone? - Yes.

What does he do?

He was an opera singer and then became an antique dealer.

Does he treat you well?

He drinks.

And when he is drunk?

I stand at the foot of his bed and say nasty things to him.

Is it a relief?

It used to, yes..

And when they accepted you in their gang,

- everything changed, didn't it? - That's what I thought.

You liked lying before meeting those little smart asses?

To be able to lie you need to have someone to lie to.

And I was alone.

Alone.

Alone...

MATHIAS - ANTIQUE DEALER FREE ENTRY

We shared the same house but not the same universe.

I had my dreams, he had his vodka.

My dreams disgusted him as much as his vodka disgusted me.

He would open a new bottle

and then, staring blankly, go up to his ridiculous room

and listen to his own recordings from 25 years ago.

The sooner he would do it the better

I had rather be alone than have him in front of me.

He was ruining my life after having ruined his

Cousin was a finished man.

But had he ever started to be a man?

He had surely known love and ambition.

But now there was nothing left in him but irony and bitterness.

Bitterness for himself,

irony towards me.

But for me Cousin didn't exist.

Quite simply.

- Josépha. - Yes, Cousin?

The smart asses have not been here yet?

You're worried, aren't you?

Those fools...

The military service will do them good.

Dinner is ready.

I'm not hungry.

I'm never hungry at this hour of the day.

It stucked with me from my theatre days.

When you are an actor,

you don't have dinner. You have supper.

Good night.

My smart asses.

Cousin called them that way.

For him, they were hooligans because they were noisy.

But they were nice guys.

Fill it up, quick.

Come on, guys, have fun!

What are you doing?

- Hello. - Hello, Patrick.

Aren't you bored in your cousin's flea market?

He's not my cousin, he's my uncle.

- Why do you call him Cousin? - He wants me to.

Where will you go?

We'll grab a bite then go to the pictures.

Lucky you.

- What are they showing? - Cocteau's "The Beauty and the Beast".

Say, can you take me along?

Look, Josépha, it's not possible.

The others wouldn't understand.

You're not a member of the group, you see.

I'm sorry. If it were only up to me...

- Patrick! - Coming!

I could still hear them laughing and shouting after they had left.

I would have done anything to be able to go with them,

even if only once.

But for them their group was everything.

Cousin.

Where are you going?

To the cinema at Saint-Romain.

Come on, get in.

Displaying the caduceus is compulsory?

For doctors, it is.

And for chemists?

No.

Your car smells like a chemist's shop.

I like it.

He didn't speak.

I wondered whether he had recognized me.

He was Mr. Savary, our new chemist.

He had come recently,

and I would go to his shop from time to time.

He wasn't looking at me.

He was watching the road in the light of our headlamps.

There was something in that man that made you freeze inside.

I was afraid of his still face.

I was afraid of the night that surrounded us.

I felt as if we had been locked in a room

that we would never be allowed to leave.

But I couldn't help liking that terror

that was creeping over me.

Here we are.

Thank you.

- Peanuts, Miss? - No, thank you.

- Miss? - When did the show start?

The intermission is coming soon, Miss.

- Two box seats, please. - Very well, Monsieur.

Here you are, Monsieur. Two box seats.

Since I've invited myself, I'm inviting you as well.

Here!

Hess runs along the offside line and tries to dribble Wicart.

But Saint-Étienne counteracts and gains a clear advantage.

We'll have to wait for the 43rd minute for Saint-Étienne to even the score.

With Oleksiak's assistance Liron scores a fine goal.

In the second half-time Saint-Étienne maintains his push.

The left winger Balboa is a revelation of the game.

At the 86th minute...

Are you looking for someone?

No, no.

Penalty kick for Monaco, and Biancheri evens the score.

Would you like some?

No, thank you.

The Monacans are not slacking their drive.

Biancheri and Hess are attacking.

Ludo scores. It's 3 to 2 for Monaco.

Saint-Étienne had lost when, at the 114th minute,

Roy scores a goal with a corner kick.

In the presence of the Monacan sovereign, Mr. Roger Frey

presents the cup to Raymond Kaelbel, who then goes back to his teammates

to take a lap of honour. This is the first cup won by Monaco.

Well, are you coming?

- Come on, Jean-Louis, let's go. - Coming.

Your tickets, please.

Your tickets, please.

- Your tickets. - What for?

- To show you to your seats. - We've found them.

- And what about my tip? - She's so tiresome.

You find them funny?

Oh, they are just young.

Quiet down, will you!

- Did you see? - What?

- It's the chemist. - Look at them.

They do look funny, these two.

What would she want with that chemist?

Say, Bardot of Vaucresson, you aren't jealous by any chance?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Josépha...

What?

It's a beautiful name.

You should be watching.

Oh, I am.

A beauty, isn't it?

Hey, Minouche.

Excuse me, Monsieur.

I came on my bike. My mother wouldn't let me come.

- That's silly. You missed a good chunk of the film. - Too bad.

The ticket saleswoman is gone. I didn't buy a ticket.

What did I miss?

A lot of stuff.

Hey, you!

So, my dear Monsieur?

You are stealing my roses.

You are stealing my roses.

It so happens that this simple theft

- is punishable by death. - Your Lordship, I didn't know!

I meant no harm. I just wanted to pick a rose for my daughter.

Don't address me as "Your Lordship".

I'm called "The Beast".

I dislike compliments.

Don't try to understand.

- Are you crazy? - Josépha, please...