Buffet Froid (Buffet froid)

What are you staring at?

Who, me?

-What are you staring at? -Nothing.

You were staring at something.

I was looking at your ear.

What's wrong with it? You're an ear doctor?

-No. -Well then, leave me alone.

I think you look like an accountant.

I am.

You following me?

Yes.

Why?

Need company.

What for?

A talk. People don't talk anymore.

I don't want to talk.

Besides, I don't like you.

Pity, I improve on acquaintance.

Hard to believe.

You look as if you had funny ideas.

What sort?

Bugger off!

Don't you have funny ideas?

What ideas?

Well, don't you ever think of killing anyone?

What?

I said didn't you ever want to kill someone?

-Who? -Anyone!

-Why? -No reason, on impulse!

-No. -Never?

No.

Not even in the subway?

Not really...

But, it's easy.

Yeah! A knife in your pocket!

The knife leaves the pocket!

The blade springs up!

There! The belly is pierced!

A quidam falls. No one stops.

He looks like a bum asleep.

What's a quidam ?

Anyone.

A guy of no importance, whose death upsets no one.

You never think of such things?

No.

Well, what do you think of?

Your knife.

-You like it? -No.

Put it in your pocket.

Those things are dangerous to play with.

You're right.

Here, it's a gift. Take it.

I don't want it.

Take it, it's a good knife, do me a favor!

-I don't need a knife. -Me neither.

If I keep it, I'll do something stupid.

I don't give a damn about your knife! There...

I never saw it!

Don't leave that thing there.

Someone might get a funny idea.

Are you overworking?

Hardly, I'm out of work.

You're lucky.

Don't you believe it. It's exhausting doing nothing.

You think work is restful?

Depends what work...

Mine bores me, wears me out.

I flake out in front of the TV.

I daren't even go to sleep because of my nightmares!

Dreadful nightmares!

What sort?

I dream the police are after me!

-For murder? -Of course.

They catch you?

-Who? -The police.

No, that's just it!

They are behind me, but they don't get me.

They follow me! All right!

I wake up in a cold sweat, exhausted!

It's no excuse for carrying a knife.

I always carried a knife!

-What for? -To cut my meat.

-You taken it? -What?

-Your knife! -No.

It's gone!

I told you not to leave it there.

It tempted someone, these days...

I forbid you to get in the car!

Why? We're becoming friends!

Murderer!

But I told you, it's a nightmare!

You can't leave me!

What are you doing there?

Well, there's a knife in my stomach...

Oh, damn!

But it's mine!

Well, of course, when things are in the wind.

Who's the bastard?

A young man, wearing a coat...

-My type? -Yes.

If I was you, I'd get lost...

But it's not me, it can't be me!

I just got there, I wasn't there!

-Didn't say it was you. -Then who?

I don't know, I didn't pay attention.

You should in such cases.

Will you leave me alone! I'm dying! Go away!

-I can't leave you... -Oh yes, I've seen worse.

But now you may not see much more.

Oh, it'll soon be over.

-Does it hurt? -Strangely, no.

I don't feel quite myself...

What does it feel like?

Like a sink emptying out.

Won't you take my cash?

You can't have much...

No, but it's not worth taking it...

Have a drink on me...

Well, all right... have a good trip...

Thank you, I'll do my best.

Don't you want your knife?

What d'you think?

Your fingerprints are on the handle.

It's too easy for the police.

Besides, you may need it again.

It's efficient...

Not closing the door today?

I just saw a murder in the subway.

Wipe the oilcloth!

It was an accountant, knifed in the belly.

Take this!

What bothers me is...

I wonder whether I killed him.

Stop the bullshit, please!

Here, look at this...

The blood is still wet.

You'd do better finding a job, it's more sensible.

You're eating with your coat on?

I'm cold.

It's not very intimate, you're like a visitor.

We're all visitors.

We arrive, some sightseeing and off we go.

D'you think it's worth taking off my coat? Why?

To catch my death of cold?

I don't get you.

Well, I do, that's the main thing.

And how was your day?

Like any Monday.

You want some fish cakes?

Yes.

Oh, listen! I forgot to tell you the news!

-What? -Guess.

Come on, tell me!

We're not alone in the high-rise...

there's a new tenant.

No kidding!

What floor?

I don't know, upstairs.

I'm the tenant from the 5th.

I just wanted to welcome you.

You're my first neighbor.

I'm glad you're here.

We'll feel less alone.

You married?

Widower.

My sympathy.

I'm out of work. And you?

Police inspector.

-Good thing... -What?

That you're a police inspector.

Why?

Because I saw a murder, in the subway...

Really?

The poor guy got a knife in the belly.

Is that so?

Yeah...

What bugs me, it was my knife...

So?

Put yourself in my place! I'm asking myself...

Asking what?

I'm asking myself if I killed him...

You don't look like a killer.

I could show you the knife...

It's at home, in the dish washer...

Listen, my friend. Crimes, murders...

I get my fill all day. Now I'm off duty. I'm eating.

I just moved in, I'm tired and you're bugging me!

So, go home quietly and forget about me.

Why not come to bed?

I'm smoking.

It's late.

You going to chain-smoke all night?

Why not?

Aren't you tired?

You're damned right, I'm tired!

Well, then?

If you know you'll have nightmares,

you don't go to bed!

I might as well smoke.

Want one?