A Taste for Women (1964) - full transcript

DO YOU LIKE WOMEN

Pine apple leg, violet Pat?,
beet cream, leeks fillet, soy chop

SILENCE IS THE DRINK
OF THE WISE.

RESPECT ANIMALS,
OUR BROTHERS.

"chinese"

nature must be picked

Did you choose, Mister?

Not yet, I'm waiting. Thank you.

The crook nun betrayed by her dress.

SMOKE SOIL.

I told you he's dead.
-How do you know?



He's got an arrow
and his tongue's out.

Hmm, I'm dead too.

What time is it?

One pm.

Are you not ashame?
-No, no.

drunkenness at 12 h 45 am.

My watch is 15 min fast.

Papers.

Yes, here they are.
Papers.

Do you know how this is called?

No officer.
-Offence to an official.

Next time, blood test.

So...don't you say hello
to your aunt?

Hello.



What bad manners.
Hello aunt Flo.

You arrived? You're here?
Alive. With your hat.

With your hat?
-What's wrong with my hat?

What's that?

A hat.

You're strange my boy.

I'm dreaming.

That's what I think.

Mr Khouroulis, what a pleasure.

This is my nephew,
Jerome Fenouic.

His father's the missing
explorer in Amazonia.

Jerome is a writer.

Mr Khouroulis, I introduce you
Mr Khouroulis.

Mr Khouroulis, owner founder
of the Nirvana.

Nirvana.

Come on don't be a fool.

You're in Mr Fenouic.

I'm not at it, excuse me.

Physically so to speak.

Marvellous.

It's here, where we are.

Excuse me, I was asking myself
about an important question.

Of course

I'm in Nirvana. Obviously.
I am.

Don't ask yourself too many questions.

Each question brings another
question with each answer.

Do you follow me?

Yes.

For 2 answers, you'll have 4 questions.

Two?

Four.

If you want to be happy, find the answer
without asking the question.

How true.
Mr Khouroulis is right.

I don't understand.

Precisely, you're not in.

You're in the Nirvana Restaurant.

But we're not only a stomach.

If nothingness is, it is not.
And if it is not, it'snt more.

Nirvana, paradise of paradises

Answer to all questions.

Supreme ecstasy. Nirvana.
-Nirvana.

You're still far from Nirvana,
Mr Fenouic.

You're still far, my poor Jerome.

Excuse me, Madame.

I go get the car.

I'm Violette.

I hardly believe it.
-Me either.

Everything's so strange today.

You're so young.

Do you think so?

Don't waste our time.
-Not a seconde.

I take Aunt Flo, drop her home,

And we'll be just us.

You take Aunt Flo?

Yes, the Lady who was
with me at the restaurant.

She's my aunt Florence.

Are you working together?

Let say, she help me for some
material matters.

Can we talk in front of her?

Come on, Violette.

I understand.

I introduce you Violette.

A perfumed first name.

Sorry.

Do you know there's Violet pat?
at the Nirvana?

Violet pat??

It's nice to see youth eating vegetarian's food.

You said Violet pat??
-Yes, it's the Chef's specialty.

Violet, Royal jelly, beet cream.
Are you vegetarian?

We don't have vegetarian restaurants
at Charleroi.

What a beautiful country Luxembourg.
Small but charming.

Charleroi is in Belgium, you know.

There's no vegetarian restaurant at Charleroi.

I have to talk about that
with Mr khouroulis.

And what are you doing at Charleroi,
Violette?

Librarian.

Can I call you Violette?
You could be my daughter.

He's my nephew, almost my son.

His father was the missing
explorer in Amazonia.

Come on.

Librarian, what a nice job.

My nephew's a writer, you know?

He's very talented.

I was delighted Miss.
Very kind of you Madam.

Aunt, can you give me the...
-What?

What we said about the...

Don't spend it all.

Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

I hope we'll see again Violette.
-I hope too, Madam.

Now tell me. Tell me everything.

Just like that? Now? It's difficult.

I'm courageous.

Pardon?

Nothing can surprise me anymore.

You have personality, but...in the car, like that.

It's not careful ?

Carefull, that's not only that, but...

I would prefer a place more...quiet.

Ambiance, music

Something more appropriate.

Appropriate? Ambiance, music?

Yes. I have to find the words.

Everything's so fast.

I have to find the words.
You understand?

Is it so hard to say?

You can't explain it, it's ...

But Mr Gustave...
-Jerome.

Marguerite, where is she?
-Who?

Mr Gustave, let's be serious.

Stop calling me Gustave.
-You're not Gustave?

Not at all.
Who's Marguerite?

You don't know where Marguerite is?

I don't know where Marguerite is,
simply because I'm not Gustave.

But who are you?

Jerome Fenouic.

And you said all this to me,
like this, calmly?

Calmly?

You thinks it's clever?

I don't see...

Pretending to be someone else,
you think it's clever?

It's a game.

It's a stupid game.

Is it so serious?
-You took time.

Let's go take a drink, don't you want?
-I don't drink alcohol.

We go to Joe's a very nice and homey bar,
you'll take a tomato juice.

No.
-A lollypop?

No.

An ice cream?

Still mad about me?

You're not reponsible.

I would like to have responsabilities
towards you.

You would like to?

So you're librarian.

No, singer.

At Charleroi?

This ice cream is disgusting.

Seriously.

Who is Marguerite?

Seriously.

Don't ask any questions.

Well.

Well. Well. Well.
Very well.

Violette?

Yes?

I will die.

I will die.

Don't do that here.

I'll die if I don't kiss your hand.
Right now.

Do it.

thank you.

And your hat? You had a hat?

I had a hat?
-Yes you had a hat.

I had a hat.
Thank you Violette. Thank you.

Only for children?
-Yes.

I write only for them.

Read something to me.

Sing one of your songs first.

Who told you I'm a singer?

You, at the pastry shop.

Who's that Marguerite?

Yes, it's me.

Listen, aunt Flo...

What? Miss Milou? Don't know.

Ah, I see.

No, tonight it's...
Tonight I got a lot of work.

You imagining things,
listen tonight it's impossible.

Alright. That's it.

Take your herbal tea and go to bed.

Yes, I kiss you.

The Golden cockatoo

At last here you are.
-I had to with your catastrophic tone.

My catastrophic tone? I had to.
-You haven't heard yourself.

If you didn't wanted to,
you would better not come, my boy.

And leave your aunt with her anguish.
That's all.

Don't you think I have anguish too?
-I know what your anguish is.

Petticoat, that's your anguish.
-Petticoat?

Poor boy, do you think
it's good for your health?

You should watch to
someone like Mr Khouroulis.

Khouroulis? This one with his smile.

His smile?
What's wrong with his smile?

Nothing. I know what I'm talking about.
-You're very nice today.

Listen, we'll not gonna argue.
What's the story about Mlle Milou?

Willou.
-Willou.

These are not stories,
I don't write fairy tales.

I watch. That's enough.

It doesn't take place here.
And I'm not senile yet.

I don't see the connection with Mlle Willou.

That she didn't beat the big red rug
in the garden doesn't seems strange to you?

No.

It's been 12 years that she beat
this big red rug every wednesday.

Twelve years?
-Twelve years.

Every wednesday.

Every wednesday, since I've rented her
my villa. This old cow.

What do you know about it exactly?

I tell you, I can see.
That must be enough.

Anyway there are the screams.
-The screams?

It's been six days or eight.
Screams and especially...

I listen to it from my bed.

What kind of screams?

I don't know.

Like pinched children.

Pinched children?

Tortured.

Like howls?

She made my Villa spooky.

Things happen there, it's obvious.
-Let me have a look.

I don't see anything.

You imagining things.

If you heard what I've heard,
you'd imagining things too.

They scream that much?
-of course.

We have to do something.
-We have to go there.

If you don't go, I go.
-Wait two seconds!

Wait for what?
-I'll go.

We have to think,
we can't go just like that.

So go.
-I go, I go.

Anyone there?

Anyone there?

Anyone there?

Mlle Milou? ...Willou?

Would you leave please, gentlemen.

Did you know the victim?

No, not me.

So you can't say it is Mlle Willou.

No.
-Of course.

Yes.

Me!
-You?

I would like to see her.
I mean I could recognise her.

Identify the body.
-Identify the body, that's right.

Yes?

I'll not go to see that?
-We have to help the Law.

Rocard, escort Madam.
-Me again, chief? Oh no, Malleve.

Alright, Malleve.

Mr Fenouic,

Are you sure you couldn't tell me
what's missing from this cabinet?

I told you I never came here.

That's true.

A big object according to the mark.

All this is very confuse.

Ah, this was a grandiose horror.

Is it her?
- Yes, it's her.

Can I take some more of...?
-Yes.

You'll start with your liver again, Jerome.
- What are you talking about?

Your aunt is not wrong,
if you have a sensitive liver.

He persits on not wearing his flannel belt.
-Come on, please.

That's true the warmth of
the flannel is ...perfect.

Soft.

Penetrating.

Ideal.

Let's not exagerate.
The ideal is by far the laying on.

Do you think so?
-Yes.

Do you mind if I give him
a little laying on?

Relax yourself completely.

Let yourself go.
Just like if you were floating.

Here it is. Good.

Where are you suffering exactly?

I'm not suffering.

There's no shame to admit
your suffering.

Relax yourself Mr Fenouic.

Lay down your legs.

Don't think about anything.

Shhhhh!
-Sorry.

Do you feel?

No.

Don't your skin tickle a bit?

No, it's not tickling me.

Think about it Jerome.
Is it not tickling you?

I tell you, No.

If you put your bad will into it, for sure.

Mr Fenouic. I got no charges
against you. not one.

But don't forget that you must
stay at the police disposal.

Malleve.

Escort them back.

So Doctor?

No doubt, it's the pin.

Up to the brain?
- Just once.

What a destiny.

I have to drink something.

It's my first murder.

Me, it's my third.

She's pretty.
- Mlle Something?

You should see her again.
-Who?

Violette.

So old friend, eating good?
And you didn't tell it to Palmer?

Here you are, you old crook.

Sit down, Leon.

I don't want to disturb a dinner for two.

Palmer, a great journalist.

Former army captain in India.

Aunt Flo.

Let's kiss aunt Flo.

He's tickling me.

It stings a bit, but you get use to it.

What are you drinking?
- That looks good.

Joe, same thing.
With a Clos Rougeot bottle.

It's good.
- Funny Jerome.

It's perfect.

Like Jerome it's a success.
- I was talking about the Clos Rougeot.

We'll get along together for sure.

Are you working at "The Mesange" too?

A Trust, Madam, it's a Trust.

No, Mademoiselle. Thank God
for my freedom.

So, Cheers to Freedom,
Mademoiselle.

Jerome never tells me anything.

That's the best one I ever heard.

A Daily newspaper I work for,
me Palmer...

Forget it. Don't you need sulfide?

Oh, it's charming.

And rare. A yellow one.

Venetian school 17th century.

End of the 17th.

Or beginning of the 18th.

We don't know.
-We don't know?

It's a marvel anyway.
- I give it to you.

Thank you Mr Palmer.

For ten Francs, ten new Francs.
It's cheap?

It's a gift.
- I buy it Mr Palmer.

Call me Leon.

I buy it, Leon.

Let's drink, my friends.

Let's drink!

Do you know this?

It's matches.

Here, "Golden cockatoo".
Do you know?

If I know it. You were not even
born yet that I already knew it.

The name was different at the time.

"The Kangaroo", I think.

"The Platypus"
- That's right "The Platypus"

It was taken over by Larsen,
a strange animal.

A one of a kind Gang Boss.
-Where's "the cockatoo"?

He's doing mainly drug.

Before he get a bullet in the back,
he was a Lady's man.

Where's it Leon.
-Drugs and girls.

It's a bloody bordello
your cockatoo, only whores.

Leon.
- I am terribly sorry.

Shame on you.

Take it back.
-What do you want me to take back?

What you just said. There's
only whores at the cockatoo.

Take it back.
-He's crazy.

I'm sorry. I'm a bastard.

When I see you there
with your big moustache,

and I was about to...
-Come on.

You poor old thing. Did you eat at least?
-Yes.

Do you got more sulfide?

All my grand mother's collection.

Look at this one.

We have to buy some, aunt Flo.
A lot, a lot.

Look this one, how pretty it is.

It look like little eyes watching us.

Do you see, here?

Hello, cockatoo

Violette.

Violets? We don't have any.

Enough.
-Impure!

That's fun.

Sade. Do you like it?

"Philosophy in the boudoir"

I prefer Perrault's Fairy tales.

My little Puss in Boots.

Impure! witch!

Heretic!

Break Joy! Barbarians!

Silence! Philistine!
-Let us watch.

I'm gonna tell you li'lle mother...

Little mother?

You looking for troubles?

Shut up! Girls ...

That's what we're looking for, man.

Pull it!

So?

Come on.

Hurry up!

Pull it.
-Pull it.

Incompetent!

He's in the room. Give that back.
-I don't care....

Pull it!

Violette.

Marguerite?

Ah? You're the Martyr.

Kiss me.

I'll make you forget all the Violettes.

All the Marguerites.

I don't see myself.

Not at all.

Where is it?

What can't you see, my darling?

I can't see your woman's body.

We have to turn the light on.

Oh no!
-Oh no?

Get undress in front of a man?
Never!

Holy cow!

I'm ashame.

I don't understand women.
I don't understand.

It's like Violette.

Anyway.

That's women.
The pretty nice women.

Thanks gentlemen.

Hurry.
-Saw it yourself if you're that good.

One.

Two.

Three.

My husband is jealous,
he's gonna throw you in the water.

Claudia.

He's gonna kill me. Leave.
-Where?

No, stay.

He's gonna kill me. Leave.

Claudia.

Man overboard! Help!

I'm coming.

Where?
- There.

97, 98, 99, 100.
(Belgian accent)

I'm gonna try some mouth to mouth.

Mister?

(spanish)

Follow me, bitch.

Missed.

Violette.

Yes.

Violette.

It's you.

Yes.
-You're here, that's true.

Yes.

My love.

Yes.

I love you.

I know.

What 's your connection
to the "Cockatoo" people?

Shut up.

I want to know.
- Shut up.

No, I'll not shut up.

I have to open your eyes,
it's my duty.

Do you know what happens at the "Cockatoo"?

No, you can't know.
You can't even guess.

Drug, vice, prostitution.

And I must forget some.

This is your "Cockatoo".
All this ruled by Larsen.

A big Gang Boss.
A strange animal this one.

Violette, come back.

Public indecency now.
Congratulations.

No, I'll explain...

No use to comment on this.

Would you mind getting dressed?

Excuse me, my room is...

I got a few questions.

Violette, Violette.

Your Violette.

Inspecteur, this girl...

She's interesting me as much as you.
We're taking care of it, Mr Fenouic.

what's that?

I don't know.
it's a cartridge.

A bullet. From a machine gun.

It's huge.

And this?

A penholder.

An arrow.
- An arrow?

From a blowpipe.
- A blowpipe.

Poisonned.

A poisonned penholder?

And this?

Damn, I forget it.

You making my life miserable,
Mr Fenouic.

Everywhere you go, there are bodies,
strange shout-outs,

arrows in cake shops, Pin in the eye.

That's not right.
That's not right at all.

And what's that?

Humm, well done Malleve.
Thanks Chief.

What were you doing with Larsen's mistress?

Larsen?

Your Violette, don't tell me you
didn't know she was his mistress.

This damn Larsen that rules
everything from his little car.

Without getting his hands dirty.
No evidence, never. Of course, a cripple.

This is messing things up.

What's that disguise?

A bargeman lend it to me.

You dress as a bargeman now?

This powder?

Isn't it some...?

Is it?

Rocard! Laboratory.

Violette.

If only you've seen this.

This poor Willou must not had fun,
with a pin of that size.

It was during Inspector Rossi's questioning.

A charming and educated man.

A charming Inspector?

I know what some say about police.
But believe me Mlle Grichter.

If you had been questioned by
the Inspector Rossi as I was...

You'd be sold on.

Sold on?

Here he comes.

Here he comes.

Congratulations.

What for?

For the body discovery.

My love, my poor love.

You know about it?

It impressed him more than I though.

it's all over the news.

Here, here and there.

Mmm... a sadist victim

it seems that a glass object......

Inspector Rossi thinks that
the missing object from the cabinet...

You see, it was to steal her
that someone stick that pin.

The Inspector Rossi was right.

Mr Fenouic. I'd like to talk to you.

That we don't know.

I've something to tell you.

I'm listenning, Mlle.

I'd like to do it from mouth to ear.

You know, from mouth to ear...

Well, I'm out now. See you soon.

Don't say anything. I know.
The poet can't stand some sights.

You should have seen the puppet.

The wolf puppet.

An inconsequential doll,
because the soul...pfff

was gone.

The soul was gone.

You've seen something else.

May be, yes.

Error, West vision.

Sorry I catched a cold.

You're persiting to sleep without pyjamas .

You're sleeping without pyjamas?

He sleep buck naked.
-Another mistake.

You see.

Think hard before to answer.

Would you be ready to do a two weeks
spiritual retreat stranded from the world.

Your future depend on your answer.

I'm very busy, I can't answer just like that.

Tomorrow may be.

Tomorrow it'll be too late.

I have to go.

Take care of you, honey bear.

Damn. I don't have my car.

I can drive you home.

You don't know in what a
cruel dilemma you put me.

Me?

You, your arches.

My arches?

This shape is pretty rare.

You think so.

I do.

Are you joking?

Rarely.

It doesn't mean you're clever.

Ah, no?
- No.

It means you're the One.

Dilemma.

As sublime as they are, your arches
are nothing compared to your lobes.

My lobes?

I knew it, the One's lobes.

The holy ones, so small, so thin.

Why, why?

Limazalazug.

Definitely supreme.

Nirvana!

Nirvana!

You'll be there tonight, sonny.

I take one.

Do you want to do a retreat with me?

No, thanks Mr Khouroulis.

See you later.

Again?

Feel yourselves at home.

Don't mind for me. Don't get up.

Do I disturb you?

You give us big troubles dear Mr Fenouic.

Nice to meet you Mr Larsen.

Who do you work for, dear Mr Fenouic?

Do you mind?
-Don't drink too much now.

You'll have plenty of time later.

Who for?

"The M?sange editions"

Very funny.
-I have my good days.

And apart from that, who else?
-I got exclusivity with them.

Frederic!
-Mister?

Pinch Mr Fenouic.

Who for?

"The M?sange"

For the Services? Harder!

Khouroulis?
-No!

The "Special"?

You like to play with fire.

I used to like it when I was a kid.

So, let's play with fire. May be you'll learn from it.

Learn what?
-That you're causing me troubles.

Putting your nose in my business.

Let's go kids.

Pour Whisky on him, like a drunk.

Driving your car.

Fast, stuck speedometer.

Into a wall.

Boom!

Silence.

You'll burn.

A terrible death.

Burned alive.

You planned everything from your little car.

Without having to dirty your hands.

No evidence, isn't it Larsen?

Come on kids, let's finnish with him
once and for all.

Would you bring Mister's car?

Bring the car.

I don't want.
- Calm down.

No, I don't want.
-It'll be fast.

I don't want anyway.

Well done.

Burn bastards!
You have to be alive to teach me.

Bastards!

If I ever meet you again...

I'll it to Rossi. I'll tell him.

It's amazing.

You don't know...

You don't know...

how much you look like her.

How beautiful you are.

beautiful

Here she go again.

"Here I came, calm orphan."

You stink of alcohol. Are you drunk?

Come on.

It's because of my car.

You'd better go home to rest.

I can see you bought some more.

Yes, I bought a few.

Don't you know where my hat is?

Your hat? What hat?

My hat with a little feather.

Stand up!

There's someone there?

Yes, there's someone. So what?

It was Palmer.
-So what?

Palmer.

Look at yourself.

I'm pissed man.

Totally pissed.

I can see.
- And he's proud of it.

The best is to let him sleep here.
-Sure.

-Help me please. Take his shoes off.

He really push too far.
-At the lest expected time.

Dead drunk.

Where are the egg cups?
-In the left cupboard.

Mlle Richter called many times.

Yesterday evening before you arrived.

She said it's very important.

She left a number you can call.

What does she want Mother something?

Please, Jerome.
Mlle Richter is a very nice person.

Call, you'll see.

No.

You take care about what I asked you?
-Promised.

A slice of ham?
-I'm so hungry.

You'll remember? This morning?

-Promised. Carved in stone.

Violette, blond, 22 or 23, singer,
Charleroi, Belgium.

I promised you'll call. Do it for me.

Can you dial?

It's ringing.

Mlle Richter?
-Yes.

Jerome Fenouic.

I must see you.
- My aunt told me.

I must see you, it's urgent.

That Much?

Asolutely, it's about Mlle Willou's Buddha.

The Buddha?

I'll explain, be at 3 pm
at the St Jean Chrysostome chapel.

I'll talk from man to man.

The pin. It's me.

Pardon?

In Willou's Eye. I put it.

Don't be stupid. Listen.

The countdown's started for you and me.

To save the beloved sect

I did it under Khouroulis order.

We had to take the Buddha
back no matter what.

The Buddha?

The Buddha that Khouroulis
sold by mistake to Willou.

The buddha that contains
all our beloved sect's secret papers.

The sect?

Nirvana.

Don't be naive, Mr Fenouic.

That dog fooled me.

Instead of secret papers,
the Buddha was full of drug.

Khouroulis betrayed my faith.

Infamous.

I kept this Buddha.

I said to Khouroulis
that it was not at Willou's.

But because of you...

I did nothing.

Yes, because of your noisy discovery
of this old witch.

All the press talked about it.

Before I could negociate the drug.

I know you're working for Larsen.

No way?

I'm ready to deal the drug with him.

I'll make a special price.

It's about my life.

Khouroulis 'll do whatever he can
to eliminate me.

Don't be so pessimistic, Mlle.

So?

He got me.

Listen, the Buddha is at Jeannine Dupillier.

What is it?

From Mr Richter.

One moment.

What is it?

Mlle Jeannine Dupillier?

Yes, what is it?

I come from Mr Richter.

Come in.

It's there.

Excuse me to welcome you like this...

I was washing my hair

I am sorry to come unexpectedly.

Where is it?

Up there.

I don't see it.

Behind the Hat box.

Wait.

I'm too small.
- I can help you.

Here it is.

How heavy it is this Buddha.

Be carefull.

I'm so clumsy.

What is it?

Jeannine, are you there?

I'm coming.

Follow that car.

Violette. I'm here.

Violette. It's me Jerome.

Shut up, you fool.

You're crazy.
- Completely.

They gonna kill you.

I don't care.

I beg you.

I'll join you at "Joe's" in an hour.

Run, for the love of me.

I'll be waiting at "Joe's" in an hour.

Run.

I'm running, I'm running.

shit.

I admit that I didn't expected it.

It gave me a shock.

Are you waiting for someone?
-Yes.

Do you have the informations?
-Yes.

Singer at Charleroi.

She was first witness in an vice affair.

Against some Rothman. A lecher.

Herman Rothman.

The Flanders lecher.

What a swine.

He was sent to an asylum. Good for him.

From wich he escaped six months ago.

And about Violette?
Do you know anything?

For me it didn't last six months.

Did you learn something?

Ha, yes she was pretty famous at the time,

she had a duet with another girl:

"The schoolgirls of Love"

What was the girl's name?
- I don't know.

She's free.
-That's right.

It couldn't last more than 48 hours.

She knows what's good for her.

I was mistaken.

It's after 40 that a woman is
really a woman, not before.

Are you crazy? Violette is not even 23.

I'm talking about Flo

It's for you.

Hello? Violette?

Disconnected. Have you got your car?

Yes.
-Hurry!

After what you told me,
it seems extremely foolish.

You chicken out?
-Not at all, but...

Let's go.

Go call Rossi. Tell him to come.

Quick. I go to take Violette.
-You're crazy.

Go!

Who's there?

Step back!

Step back!

Murderer.

Don't touch me.

So Mr Larsen.

You?

Me.

50/50 for all my business.

My partner.

Shut up!

Where is she?

Who?

Violette.

Who's that?

Where, Larsen? Where?

Don't sting me, don't sting me.

Where's Violette?

I swear, don't sting.

Where's Violette? Bloody hell!

Cur.

And that? who's that?

Isn't it Violette?

Marguerite, my baby.

Khouroulis took her with all the drug.

Traitor. Marguerite.

What Marguerite? What Marguerite?

Violette.

Kidnapped, by the monster and his monkeys.

Kidnapped, Marguerite.

Fenouic, come back.

Mr khouroulis.

Mr khouroulis 's not here.

What's going on?

I want to see Khouroulis.

Easy, very easy.

You just have to ask. Let's go.

What do you want?

A Soja cocktail.

Jerome.

Violette.

You came.

I'll never leave you again.

Sorry Jerome, sorry.

What for?

If you haven't met me,
you would not be attached.

My life is different, because I met you.

Violette. Now tell me.

Are you Marguerite?

Does it matter?

I want to know who I love. Is it you Violette?

I got a twin sister I adore.

Nobody can recognise any of us.

Even our mother couldn't tell.

Once Violette, once Marguerite.

My love

when mommy died,
we did a singing band.

It was in Charleroi.

it was called "the schoolgirls"

She met Larsen at the cabaret.

She went to live with him.

One day she wrote me a letter in panic.

She was calling for help, so I came.

She was not with Larsen anymore.

So I passed myself off as her.

Even Larsen didn't see the difference.

I was contacted by a Gustave.

He had some informations to sell
about my sister for a lot of money.

So I stole the money from Larsen.

And I came to the Nirvana.

where I had to meet Gustave.

I should recognise him by his hat.

A Prince of Whales check hat
with two small feathers

Like yours.

I understand everything.

What do you understand?

It doesn't matter anymore. Sing.

I don't remember.

Yes you do.

My sister and me are twins.

For always, for 20 years.

You say you love me, why not her?

If we look exactly the same.

I'm jealous in your arms.

Feeling infinitely...

what she'd lived if it was her.

If you became her lover.

I don't know anymore wich one I really am.

My heart is mad of despair...

listenning to your troths.

Who do you talk to about your love?

Only our first names are differents.

One for the night, one for the day

Two together can make three lovers.

My sister and me are twins.

For always, for 20 years.

You say you love me, why not her?

If we look exactly the same.

The sexual instinct is one of
the greatest thing you can imagine.

You should be dead Mr Fenouic.

I don't regret you to be alive.

Me either.

I'm sure you know
who you have to be grateful for this.

Matter of luck

You've been saved so far,

I feel it's a superior sign,
that order me to study you closer,

as a futur disciple

Don't say farewell to the young female now,

you'll have plenty of time later.

If you'd accepted my retreat proposal,

you'd be here under another status.

Tonight'll be the ninth moon,

you'd be alive or dead, it's doesn't matter.

Anyway, you deserve to approach
the great mystery.

The great mystery?

Yes, you deserve it.

Do you like women?

Yes.

I knew it, but you like them badly.

And you don't know it.

How could you know without being initiated?

I've spent 8 years with the supreme master

before to know how to really like them.

Now I tell you the Nirvana doctrine.

Even if you passionately love:

a painting, a symphony, a sculpture,

a novel or any expression of art,

you can't eat it.

No way.

But the women, work of art

graceful, impudent beauty

You can, you can.

That's impossible. That's impossible.

Do you think I'm a child?

But why, why?

I just told you.

Woman, work of art, impudent beauty

and it's tasty.

We have to admit it, look.

It's wonderful.

Happy you agree.

Wonderful, you said wonderful.

No, it was a slip of the tongue.

Yes, it slipped.

And your tongue'll slip again.

It's thinking for you, Jerome.

No, that's not true. That's not true.

It's a sign, you're on the good way.

Give Mister a Cajou.

First degree. That's enough. Let's go.

So Doctor, still polishing your tools?

Well Doctor, all your stuff is tidy today.

It look like it.

This is Doc Rothman's working room.

See how clean it is.

Thanks to him.

Goodbye, Doc and thanks for letting us.

He loves his job. He takes a great pleasure.

From me to you, he's a pervert.

Of course he's not a sect member.

But he 's...
-Got magic fingers.

I leave you, I go officiate.

See you tomorrow.

Rothman, does it ring a bell?

Yes, why?

Tell me everything, with details.

It's not worthwhile.

Don't you think he kidnapped your sister?

But it's me he wanted, not my sister.

But you are twins.

Anyway Rothman's in an asylum.

Hush!

For you.

You...always nice.

Pretty lobes.

Pretty lobes.

I had to stop the bleeding?

It was a tiny cut?

Quick, quick!

The hat.
-The hat.

What is it?

It's from Mr Khouroulis.

I'm coming.

I'm standing for Mr Richter.

I got a stomach ache.

I put my robe and I'm coming.

I hope I'm not late.

No, no.

Look brother

There!

Quick!

Put his costume on.

Now leave. Violette.

At the top of the corridor, the stairs,

the kitchen.

Farewell Violette. My love.

Ah, my little Jerome'll be happy.

Madam.
-Leave this.

Give this.
-Don't touch me.

You animal.

Caju sirup?

Nirvana!
-Nirvana!

Brothers!

one more time the ninth moon is full.

It is full!

The great mystery will be fulfilled.

Open the chain!

Holly moon!

We love you.

We love you.

Graceful shapes.

We love you.

Moon of reason .

We love you.

Delicious woman.

We love you.

Close the chain.

Woman

Woman

You're offered to us, radiant,

to our tender appetite.

O graceful feminity

with any muscles cooked.

Woman

Woman

You're here without sinning,

sublime creature.

We'll drink

at the sources of your nature.

Woman

Woman

Salute to the black yack milk.

Salute to petavier's oil.

Salute to the blue treflier.

O Nirvana.

Brother, get bak to your lodge.

Brothers, an intruder is amoung us.

Betrayal!

Mr Fenouic, please,

be a gentlemen

Show yourself.

Brothers, this unusual situation

forces me to break our anonymity rule.

Take off your hood.

Our life is in danger.

Theres no time to waste.

We have to find the intruder,

and destroy him.

Brothers,

be courageous.

It's him!

No, it's not me.

It's him!

Catch him!

I want him alive.

Mr Fenouic.

I'm a gentleman.

This is my hat.
-that's not true officer.

But, Jerome you're fighting now?

It's Mr Khouroulis?

Would you let Mr Khouroulis go.

Help!

This time you're gonna get it.

Don't worry, I'll explain it later.

Don't say anything. I know.

"Young girl's spectacular kidnapping
at the North Station."

So what?

Don't you think it's her?

Are you crazy?

Who's that girl?

Marguerite of course.

Who's Marguerite?

You know it, Larsen's mistress.

Why not her sister's?

Violette? You're crazy.

Marguerite had good reasons to take
Violette's identity.

She attracted her in Paris and...

You're completely crazy. Violette couldn't

I know what I'm talking about.

Unfortunately I got no evidence.

Violette.

Where's Violette? Let's ask her.

You're asking me?

Where is she?

I'm not responsible.

Since my chilhood.

I'm not responsible.

Nice facility.

Good tools.

Take out this trash.

Are you certain?

Now it's up to you to decide.

You're Violette, aren't you?

Untie me.

Violette.

Marguerite.

Untie m...

The End.