Jo

Louis de Funès in: "Jo".

A film by Jean Girault.

You have to pull the trigger...

Then shoot!

Let's start over...

You, go over there...

Are you ready? - Yes.

Mathilde, it's me... it's Mr... it's lawyer Colas, you recognize him, right?

Give me a hand...

We were rehearsing, the revolver isn't real, look.

Then these are experiments...

You take her here, yes, that's fine...

Why didn't you say anything? - It's not a joke, it's serious.

So it wasn't real? - Of course not...

I almost had a heart attack.

So it was a very good scene, thanks to your reaction.

I'm satisfied. - Me too.

How do you feel? How do you feel, sir?

I want to go back to the kitchen. - She's stuck.

If you have another corpse, sir, let me know...

That's fine. What do you think of the beginning?

Friend, I... I don't like it much.

If you ask my opinion as a lawyer, I'll only give it as a friend.

You're a good comedic writer, but for a police story...

What's wrong with the story? - Well, first of all...

Why does your hero shoot a man? - Because he's a scoundrel.

If you want to shoot all scoundrels...

It's a scoundrel who blackmails my hero.

He had to pay the first time, then the second...

and now he has to... - I don't understand what you mean.

What? - He...

Twice as much.

So my hero can't pay, so he has to sell this, that, this, that...

this, that, must go, only the chandelier stays.

You're completely upset about writing a police scenario.

He's pretending he'll pay. - Yes.

Okay, and, and...

Yes. - Let's go there.

The crook comes from there, just like you. - Yes.

He's here, then there. - Bang bang, dead.

How is that, bang bang, dead? - Bang bang, dead!

Bang bang, you shoot him. - But...

What bothers me is your hero is hiding something.

He just ended up in this story with nothing to do with it.

Why doesn't he go to the police? - Because he can't.

And the audience won't know? - I don't want them to.

Okay, call me when your story is a bit better, see you later.

What's wrong with the story? - Your hero ends up at the dump.

He absolutely can't tell. - He'll commit the perfect murder?

In a way, yes. - Do you have soda?

Soda?

To remove blood stains on your carpet.

Avoid blood on the carpet. - That's right.

And to avoid the babysitter's noise.

Ah yes, the babysitter, avoid noise... - See you later then.

Yes, yes...

There's also a way to commit the perfect murder.

Yes... - Make the body disappear.

As long as there's no body, they can't prove a murder happened.

Yes, that's true... Thanks!

Hey, wait... wait, wait...

If I throw the body in the water now? - Then it will float back up...

I hadn't thought of that. - Unless you chop the body into pieces.

From bottom to top. - And in a crematorium oven?

Does he have false teeth? - I don't know.

Teeth can't be easily burned.

It's very difficult.

Goodbye. - Mr. Brisebard!

Mr. Brisebard! - Good morning.

Did you convince your wife to sell the land?

It's not easy, do you have someone? - Yes, Mr. Grainderd.

He's rich, his wife wants more information, they're looking for a nice plot.

In a quiet area. Can we see it now?

My wife mustn't know, come when she's at the theater.

Excuse me. - Always the same story.

Hello? - Mr. Brisebard?

You forgot me. - No, I always think of you.

Have you made a decision yet? - Yes, I can't do this.

At the moment, I can't. - Why not?

I can't say why I can't. - I give you 48 hours.

You're kind. I'll call you back, see you soon.

What does this mean?

We're bringing Mrs. Brisebard's kiosk.

Happy birthday, my dear.

What does this mean, Mrs. Brisebard's kiosk?

I wanted to surprise you for Saint-Antoine's

feast. You're not very happy...

I am, in your place. - Leave me alone, you...

It's a very nice gift. - That's certain.

Leave me alone! - You'll never guess where I found it.

At Puy de Dôme. - Puy de Dôme?

Yes, Puy de Dôme. - Get out of here!

I could never pay for this. - It's a good investment.

And all those details on it, it fits our house well.

And how much will all that cost? - I got a good deal.

250,000 French francs. - What?

Without the foundations. - What?

I have to go to the theater. Happy holiday, darling.

Why am I the only man in the world whose wife bought a kiosk?

Mrs. Brisebard and I have an agreement

about the foundations for 250,000 French francs.

250,000 French francs?

But for you, I'll do it for 248,000 French francs.

You're doing yourself a favor.

And don't worry about the payments.

My men and I will dig a large hole for the foundations.

Tomorrow, I'll pour cement in it, then we'll put the kiosk on top.

And I guarantee you, Mr. Brisebard, that the

foundations will last at least 200 years.

In 200 years, I can't check that anymore, right?

In 200 years? - Yes, indeed.

Can you guarantee the hole will be dug tonight?

Tonight, in 200 years? - What do you mean, in 200 years?

Tonight, for 200 years. - Tonight...

The hole will be there!

Can I count on you? - Definitely.

Promise? - Promise!

Start now! - Immediately.

It's a deal!

Come on, let's get to work!

Sir, Jo? - Yes?

This is Antoine Brisebard. - And?

It's all set.

I couldn't before, but I can now. - How much?

I have exactly what you want. - Where and when?

Like last time. - At 9 o'clock, at your place?

At 9 o'clock, and I'll leave the door open, see you tonight, Mr. Jo.

Sylvie? - Yes?

It's set with Mr. Tonelotti, everything will be ready by the day after tomorrow.

Actually, a foundation isn't necessary, we save a lot of money that way.

It is needed, big foundations, very big foundations, come with me...

What? - Just look...

There, the cement will be very hard the day after tomorrow thanks to Mr. Tonelotti.

Yes... - And Friday we celebrate, and...

your 550th piece with your friends in costume.

Antoine, you're my hero!

Thanks, my darling, I'll go change.

Antoine?

Where are you? - I'm coming.

I'm coming downstairs.

What were you doing in the garden? - It's for my new scene.

Are you coming to the theater? - I can't.

Is that a problem? - No, keep working.

I have to go now, or I'll be late. - Tell me, Sylvie.

Yes? - Tell me, if someone...

breaks our love or if we must separate...

That won't happen, my little angel.

Promise me we'll go to the end together, my dearest Sylvie.

Of course, you're so serious, is it because of your new scene?

Maybe, the police genre isn't really...

It'll be fine, you'll see!

And if I come home tonight, there will definitely be a body.

The carpet is ready, the maid has left, opening the doors...

The fourth, get a gun ready.

The fourth, a gun... okay.

The fifth, turn off the lights.

The sixth, I can't see anything...

We should have put this in seventh place...

What are you doing in the dark? - What do you mean?

Don't you feel well? - I feel fine.

I'm very late, I forgot my makeup.

Sylvie, did we just kiss?

We just did, do you want another one?

Actually, yes.

You're not forgetting anything? - No.

You're not coming back? - I don't think so.

Goodbye, my darling. - Goodbye, my little one.

I can't...

I would never do this, I'd rather pay.

I can't do it, here!

No, no way!

No, it was just a joke.

It's not real, come on.

Sir is still working. - Aren't you going to the movies?

I was about to leave, a theater weapon.

Good evening, lawyer Colas, enjoy yourself.

Mr. Brisebard?

Something very bad happened, my dear God.

Mr. Brisebard?

You were here? What are you doing here?

I was working. - In that costume?

Didn't you hear me? - No.

It's serious, Mrs. Grunder fell into the hole.

What is she doing in my hole? I need my hole!

Come with me. - It's my hole.

Why did she fall into the hole?

Pardon?

I don't understand. - Toot toot.

Give her a cognac, it will help her.

No. - Yes.

Mr. Brisebard?

Yes? - May I give a tour?

No, we don't do tours, it's ready, go now.

Go away, quickly!

I'm embarrassed. - I'm not answering that.

Do you understand what he's saying? - No.

Even better. Perfect!

See you later. - See you later, Mr. Brisebard.

A little cognac.

You forgot Mrs. Grunder...