Joy House (The Love Cage / Les félins) (Les félins)

709.

This was his room?

This was his room?

Yes.

And you took the one next door.

So, where did it happen?

His room or yours?

His.

Right here.

I want you to go to Europe and get him.

Europe's a big place.

I know where he is.

And bring me back his head.

His head?

I want to give it to my wife.

JOY HOUSE

You have a nice car.

Do you love me?

I love your car.

What about me?

You don't have a car.

Ciao!

See you tonight at dinner.

What floor, please?

Seven.

So, Don Juan?

You shouldn't have done that.

McKean is a jealous and powerful man.

His wife didn't warn you?

Go ahead.

McKean wants proof that you suffered.

Before...

Take another, to make sure.

That's a good one.

Did you call, sir?

Five whiskeys.

Very well, sir.

Go ahead, tell us.

McKean loves details.

I, Marc Paurel,

admit to have seduced the wife of the great McKean, who is a swine.

A real pig!

Be polite.

You're a pig, McKean!

Pack his clothes.

And don't forget anything.

Okay.

Pay his bill.

I seduced Diana McKean for the thrill of risk,

because she had a bank account and a heart of gold.

Hot water is a good trick.

It softens up tough guys and makes them sincere.

Isn't that true, Harry?

Yeah.

Well, the seducer is waking up.

Empty his pockets.

Address book.

Address book, very interesting.

Harry.

Give him his papers back.

McKean wants his mother to know.

What mother?

Hey, Frenchy.

I'm not French. I'm Corsican, like Napoleon.

That's all right. It's not your fault.

Is it much farther, your perfect location?

20 minutes.

You will surely get me, McKean.

But your wife hates you.

And I say, fuck you.

Nice heart, a little weak, but there's courage.

Why don't you keep the money? It's a gift.

You don't need it anymore.

And we never deal with trifles.

John, here comes the patsy.

Shoot! Forget Napoleon! Shoot!

Shoot! Shoot!

He's here someplace.

We've got to find him by dark.

- Maybe he drowned. - No, not that wild cat.

8:00 o'clock.

If he's smart, he'll wait till traffic's heavy.

Traffic or not traffic, he gotta come out.

There ain't no other road.

Look! Down there!

Are you nuts?

There he is!

What are you doing? You've got some nerve!

He won't get far.

Why not?

Where's he gonna go?

He hasn't got a dime.

SANCTU ARY OF REDEMPTION

My brothers, are you ready to appear before God?

Yes, of course, you are.

How can I be so certain?

Because night after night,

you come here to listen to the comforting words of the Bible

and the promise of a better life in the otherworld.

The kingdom of heaven awaits you.

Poverty is not a crime.

You are in last place, for now.

You are in last place.

But one day, you'll be the first, up above in heaven.

You're like those humble wild flowers that do not labor, yet I tell you,

King Solomon, in all his glory, was not as glorious.

Archimede, come help us, please.

Who are those ladies?

They're batty, real nut jobs.

But they bring us food.

You know, when I see them arrive with their bags, I start to salivate.

Boiled potatoes, mayonnaise, chicken, and bread rolls.

It's always the same.

Do you have someone, somewhere, that you'd like to write to?

Perhaps you'd like to write to someone?

Do you need an envelope?

Do you have someone that you'd like to write to?

Do you want an envelope?

Hey, it looks like they like you.

Why do you say they're crazy?

You don't read the papers, do you?

It happened two years ago.

I wasn't in France.

Oh, okay.

Because for trouble, there was trouble.

What kind of trouble?

The husband, an American millionaire,

called Hill,

was killed by a guy who had come to steal from him.

And who's the other one with her?

A nobody. She's the maid.

Yes, I see.

And a thousand thanks for all that you do for us.

And to you, too, Miss Melinda. Thank you again.

Excuse me. I have a delicate question to ask you.

Go ahead, sir.

Do you have a criminal record?

No, sir. I swear.

That's good.

You don't have anything to fear, anyway.

For the justice of men is not my line of business.

Do you fear God?

Oh, yes, sir. I fear everything.

Here are some clothes for you, given by a very pious person.

It's from that dear Mrs. Hill.

She's a lady who was able to stay above hearsay,

gossip, scandal and adversity.

Does she come here often?

Twice a week, regularly.

Twice a week.

Victory, victory This day is for us, most happy

Visions of joy When the Lord appears

And as one We come together to face our soul

May the Lord fill us with gratitude. Amen.

Please take your seats.

So, I see that God isn't the only one you fear.

Do not worry. I sent them away.

Unfortunately, I cannot keep you here for more than five days.

It's the regulation here in the French Riviera.

You do understand, don't you?

By the way, I was asked whether you knew how to drive a car.

- Yes. - Good.

You're a very cautious driver.

Where did you learn to drive?

In Paris.

On your knees?

Stay. Melinda will do it.

The lock is temperamental.

One must learn how to tame it.

May I?

Go ahead, Madam.

Thank you.

You will come and see me in my office.

Very well, Madam.

Melinda will show you...

Yes, Madam.

...to your room.

How many servants are there?

Just you and me.

And that's it?

We live all alone.

Come see your room.

But I don't live in the house?

No, no, no. Above the garage.

But...

If I understand correctly,

there's only us two altogether for the upkeep of this big villa.

Oh, we only occupy a small part of it.

And we never receive guests.

I'm very strong. Housework doesn't scare me.

Polishing the floors, sprucing up the house.

It's marvelous having a man in the house.

I get the feeling that's also Madam Hill's opinion, don't you think?

Tell me something.

Just between you and me, pretty as she is,

there must be someone in her life.

Yes.

Who?

God.

You really think of everything.