Crime Thief (1969) - full transcript

Crime thief

Hi. Yes, i'm fine.

I took sleep pills at 5 am

because i couldn't sleep.

Who? This is funny.

What do you do this week-end?

You know, me and the country....

Don't know...no.

What time is it?

I'll call you on monday. I'm late.

I'm in a hurry. Bye.

The mysterious murder of the

black leader M.L.King.

She's beautiful.... but she

is a messy eater.

Nonetheless, i would fuck her.

I mean i would agree on it.

What a flop !

- You know her?

- Absolutly not.

- How are you? - I've just

seen something unbelievable.

- You didn't sleep home tonight?

-No, i spent the night with Paul.

What a fun we had !

He's really great !

- He's an asshole.

- A total asshole !

- You have the money?

- Oh yes.

- You're looking good.

- Yes, it may be useful.

See my children.

How horrible !

Here you are finally. I've been

waiting for you all night, mr guieff.

You did well, Loulou,

the night is starting.

By chance, i've just

witnessed a suicide.

I thought i was an eagle,

and i'm not even a crow.

- I'm going this way, bye.

- Good-bye.

- You know where you're going?

- What?

Where are you going?

Come with me, if you like.

- What's the unbelievable thing you

have seen? - Nothing.

Could you lend me your

brother's room?

- You had a row with your wife?

- Not at all.

Miss , i'm lending my

brother's room to a friend.

- For long?

- I don't know.

- Can i come here when i want?

- You can live in here, if you want.

No, only occasionally.

Can these be taken away?

I can't stand useless things.

- What are you doing here?

- You see, i'm tidyng up.

So, we're leaving you.

You come?

We're waiting for you downstairs.

Today

i'v witnessed

a murder.

To Mr the chief redactor of

France-Soir,

Mr, today i've killed

i've killed for no reason.

I had never seen this

woman before.

She's the one who accosted me,

and invited me for a stroll.

She's the one who

provoked me.

I've committed a gratuitous crime.

Maybe, i'll do it again.

Today...Tomorrow...

Until today, i've been

a lonely being.

I was second-rate.

Yet, i have an important

function in society.

I'm a notary .

(I go to the desert with the

blue men.) You all saw me

on TV.

You read my name on the

books i write.

Some of you attended

my conferences.

(Yes, what i do is

to protest against myself.

just like in Cuba, without

consumer society...)

I'm going to give you

a helpful clue :

Next season, in Paris,

there's going to be

a play by me

at a theatre...no, i won't tell more.

at a parisian theatre.

I am a known,

esteemed personality.

Be careful !

Hands off !

-You don't know who i am !

- Who do you think you are?

Leave me alone !

Are you crazy?

What's going on?

I care nothing for your respect.

I don't want of

your humility.

I can't stand your

servility anymore.

All of you are slaves.

Judge, you're a nigger.

Emperor, old scratch-head,

you're a nigger.

- Daddy.

- Sleep.

No, i'm not Rimbaud.

Yes, i have killed.

I have killed for no reason.

You come home late.

I had never seen this

woman before.

She accosted me after

she regognized who i was.

Flattered to see i thought

she was beautiful,

she led me in her car

for a ride.

I did nothing with her.

I tied her up to her chair,

like in a game.

I remember that she was

waiting for something.

She was laughing.

I pushed the car.

A crashing car is beautiful.

Beautiful !

But can you understand?

Thank you, Mr policeman.

Jean !

I ordered a cake.

- What?

- For the youngest's birthday.

He'll be 2 tomorrow. Why not

celebrate today, it's sunday.

Already 2.

Do you realize?

- How old will he go to school?

- Let's not be in a hurry.

Nice baby.

We'll make him blow

out the candles.

- It's a pity, i can't be present.

- Where will you be?

I forgot to tell you the boss

invited us to diner tonight.

Because of the baby,

i said i 'd come alone.

I could have sorted it out, could'nt i?

Don't move.

I wonder how many sundays

there are in one's life.

As many as weeks.

Hopefully, we have sundays.

A young woman killed

at the wheel of her car.

I'd like to speak

to Mr Ledieu please.

Mr Girod won't be able to

come to work for a few days.

He felt a little sick.

Thank you, Miss.

Private life of the young woman

killed investigated by police.

What were your links

to the casualty?

I'm sorry i can't answer to you.

I don't have the right.

I don't want to spoil

this woman's memory.

What a lot of papers

everywhere !

- What do you want?

- I am here to sweep up.

- It's useless.

- I don't agree.

I forbid you to. I don't want

anybody in my room.

Mr Christian's brother didn't

mind a little sweeping now and then.

He was less proud than you.

- Get out, Ms.

Jean, did you see Christian?

Precisely, I'v heard he

was at the Lutece.

Would you like to

come with me?

I live around here for now.

Just above your place.

- And before.

- Before...here and there.

- I'm not from here.

- One wouldn't guess.

I like your smile.

You were looking angry just then.

- Did the landlady bother you?

- No.

Do you know Tiane for long?

3 or 4 weeks. He's nice,

isn't he?

- And before that?

- I was seeing with a very rich man.

- One day i left him or rather had him

- Why?

He had weird thoughts.

Suit !

Do we stop?

You owe me 3.3 millions +4,

that makes 7.3 .

I sign you a receipt, or i give you

a 7.3 millions worth painting.

- You have a painting of that price?

- It's worth 7.5 , but i give it to you.

- You owe me 200.000 francs.

- Who has set the price? - Me !

Ok then, that's fine.

A 200.000 receipt.

- Hi.

I give you back the 1000 francs

i took you last night.

- Is it the bill you took? - Of course

not, i spent the other one.

It' the one you stole while i

was asleep. I don't want it.

I'll try to get it back.

The weir murder. Police is on the

tail of the self-accusing murderer.

He, may i?

Private life of the victim sifted

through by the detectives who think

....that it might be

a close friend work.

The letter sent to the police

is one of a crazy person.

The Lucien Leger case starts

again said Professor Desachon.

- Genet did it. - No, the letter is

published. Genet is a better writer.

I think his writing is beautiful.

How marvelous ! Not only

does he kill, he's arrogant too !

- You really think he's marvelous?

- I love this kind of guy.

She's wacky! What would you

tell the guy if you met him?

He's gonna get caught

if he keeps on sending letters.

Why should he be caught

if he writes to newspapers?

Anyway, it's funny to kill this way.

Do we go?

- The perfect crime.

- He writes to the Press.

And he'll write tomorrow and the

day after. Look at him !

If he killed for no reason,

he'll never be caught.

No one knows.

He may lie.

He's having a good laugh now.

He 's wandering.

- Christian says he did it.

- Tian is crazy but reponsible .

- Maybe , it's you? - Me?

- Yes, you. - Why not?

I said it just like that. Florinda

shouldn't have repeated it.

I like Jean. He's not

a nuisance.

So you're used to receiving such

pepople at home?

You must have a lot of money !

Is portrait painting a good business?

Sometimes. Good enough,

apparently.

In 1965, you painted only 4 portraits.

Don't you have other incomes?

- When i'm broke, i paint

apartments.- Apartments?

I see. Noone has ever bought

any of your abstract paintings.

Why? Are you interested?

No, i've never seen a trial.

Why do you ask me?

Just to talk..

- What a bastard this guy is !

- He's mad...

( Now our contest sponsored

by Pirelli : safety at high speeed;

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the modern tyre. Ready to note?

Let's start ! How long can you

eat a lollypop without crunching it?)

Can you go to the hospital

after your work?

( How many lollipops can you eat

between Paris and Deauville

at 100 km/h? The contest is over.

See you tomorrow Mrs.)

A student has come over .

He said you were interested in

English lessons.

I told him it was a mistake.

- Did you read the newspaper?

- I have no time for it, you know.

I 'll let others

fall for their lies.

The sewing-related seller is a

gold-digger; the baker's wife

deceives her husband on the sly

of her mother. Papers tell stories.

- Who the hell do you trust ?

- You, honey.

I know what poverty is,

what solitude is.

I lied to you : i'm not a

famous writer. I am nothing.

Police on a new track : his writing

casts light on the sadist's identity.

I was nothing.

I've been scorned, despised,

misunderstood.

Doors were closed on me.

- Don't touch me !

- Do we call the police?

In 15 min, the weir murderer will

kill again at the Kef swimming pool.

- What are we here for? - Don't

know. You wanted to come.

- You wish you knew. - Just tell

me if you like.

I know the murderer.

I know him very well.

- I know as much as you do

about this writing guy. -Really?

You really think so?

Then, why don't you

have him arrested?

- It doesnt suit me. - Why?

- I don't enjoy it.

If i don't squeal on him,

this man belongs to me.

If he's yours i envy you.

He's a remarkable being.

They're afraid.

This fear justifies what

he has done.

How amusing it must be to

lead someone to death , quietly.

You must see it all

in the eyes.

The beginning of the doubt.

Then fear, real fear.

- Then death. - What if you really

were him...

Noone?

- What's going on, mr policeman?

- Move along.

Is is an accident? Someone

got drowned?

You're searching in vain.

You won't find me.

Just now, a policeman

gave me a light.

I thought i could get

him a promotion.

Then i changed my mind. I

enjoy seeing you worried.

You can't recognize me. I look

like everybody too much.

But your identikits

are getting better.

Only one thing makes me

different, a huge thing : a murder !

But all the people i know

pass by quietly. With no

sign on my face, you won't

find me - Unless i want it.

I've just read the paper.

- This guy has a hell of a nerve.

- And he's still free !

- We're no more safe.

- Unbelievable !

I'm fascinated. I think

he's great !

That's because you're

romantic, miss.

I felt immediatly uneasy at his sight.

I knew he was filthy and cheap.

He looked at me contemptuously.

- So what?

- Miss told you to leave without

her. - Make up your mind !

May i offer you a drink, miss?

- Is she crazy?

- Oh, women !

- You have nerve. You've been great.

- They all annoy me. All the same.

I don't think you defended this

man only to be contrary.

What about you ?

Why do you defend him ?

Because he's on his own !

Because he chose

the hardest way .

Yes , but he's a murderer,

isn't he?

He was right to kill !

Just now, you were

fascinated by him.

- He's a murderer !

- So what ?!

- Perhaps, you'd have killed too ?

- No, not i, even in self-defence.

Then, why did you defend him?

I like his letters.

Police is stalking

the weir sadist.

I wish this letter doesn't

disappoint my lovely fan.

I advice the owner to

call his pub :

"At the Murderers

Rendez-vous". See you, Mrs.

This guy has nerve ! I hope

he won't go back to this pub.

- He'll be back, for sure !

- Why should he?

- Because he's a slick sick.

- Slick sick? - Well, a sick slick.

- You and your odd ideas.

- Right, i'm not normal .

Exactly 95 seconds from

the police station.

- So that's where we come?

- Yes it is. Not bad?- Not bad.

- Do we have a drink?

- Why not? - So, it's 1 min away

from the nearest police station?

- Yes but at a brisk pace .

- What about their cars? - Wait

for them to start 'em up, first !

How much?

- You got any money? - No,

but we'll pay another time.

Yes, write it down on the board.

Do you think he's

calling the police?

This dude is totally

whacko !

He looks funny,

doesn't he?

- You know him? - No, do you?

- No.

Would you have a drink?

It's on the house.

71, 72, 73 , 74 , 75

76, 77 , 78 , 79 , 80 !

84, 85, 86 ,

Good-bye, waiter .

The monster is surrounded

by the police.

You're playing the

peeping Tom now?

Come on in.

Do you want some

coffee, Jean? And you, Tiane?

My shirt suits you very well.

Don't you think it

suits him well?

- He doesn't like you.

- Is that true?

- Don't you like her?

- Yes,yes.

She told me she likes you a lot.

She does not know me.

She doesn't know who i am.

Teach her.

I could show her i'm different

from what she thinks i am.

- Different?

- Show her then.

- I said i could.

- Isn't she beautiful?

IT' S HIM

- One token, please. - 50cents mr.

It's direct - Thanks.

Radio Europe1. This a voice mail.

Talk to leave your message.

I am the weir murderer.

Tell Mr Herbert not to write

about me anymore.

I won't bear the contempt

of a lowly journalist for long.

Does he know who

he's talking about?

Besides, my arrogance really

deserves the headlines.

Good luck, Mrs.

Greetings from the murderer.

- Are you busy?

- No, have a seat.

- I like her when she's asleep.

- She got on your nerves. - When?

when you wimped out.

- I don't remember.

- You ' re lying.

- I seldom do.

Why do you say that?

Just to talk.

I had an idea for

a novel last night.

- Do you write?

- Yes.

I want to make it.

I want to make money.

Money.... It comes...

It goes....

- What are you working on?

- Nothing.

On the weir killer,

from Identikits.

- So?

- Do you sell it?

I never sell. Besides,

to who? I know nobody.

I 'll be published. I 'll be rich and

famous. People will recognize me.

- Would you like it? - Why don't

you mind your business?

He's right.

- The murder has been arrested.

- How?

He had today's letter

in his pocket.

- What about the evidence?

- His writing , of course.

He denies, of course.

He said someone slipped it

in his pocket on the sly.

You see what i mean...

The guy is nabbed.

Funny, isn't it?

You don't look surprised?

- You didn't expect it, did you?

- No, i didn't.

I'm disappointed. He had to

make a mistake.

You've just made a

miscarriage of justice.

Why do you say this

only now?

Because i wanted to

demonstrate that such mistakes

are still possible

in a criminal court.

So, who's the murderer,

according to you?

A certain.....

Guieff !

- Where does he live?

- In Paris.

- Can you be more precise?

- Don't you think it's enough? !

I've just proved what

a mistake you made.

I give you the killer's name.

What else do you want?

Couldn't Justice do

its duty, for once?

Your office called.

They worry about your health.

You can explain to me, can't you?

- Explain what? - What!

I've just learned that you

haven't shown up at your

work for eight days.

Where do you

spend your time?

I think i can feel

surprised about it.

-I have the right to ask you.

- Yes, you have the right...

There's a woman, isn't there?

I should have guessed already

when you defended this

adventuress, in front of my mother !

Now, i must look smart

in the neighbourhood !

I really wonder what

you're doing with her !

( Have a look at

my nice French beans! )

My change !

- We need a discussion.

- What about? - It'd be too easy.

Be sure i'll defend myself !

- I saw my sister the other day.

- She's back from the usa?

- No, the one who's a hooker.

- Oh really ? !

She seemed sad. I wonder if

she's as bored as i am.

Don't switch subject.

It's no use.

- What's wrong? - I'm sorry.

- What are you talking about?

I'm so bored.

I'm so bored.

I don't understand.

I thought i knew him.

We were so happy.

- I don't understand.

- Did you meet his friends often?

- No, i hardly knew them.

- And the victim?- No.

Did he seem weird

to you lately?

I told you : i didn't understand.

Leave my wife alone, please.

May God help and protect her

like i wish i had done myself.

The weir case :

towards a dismiss.

So you want war. You wish

public opinion to forget me.

I won't stand it.

Since you have

decided to snub me ,

I will do it again.

Yet, it hurts me to kill.

I don't like death.

When i see the others,

a deadly cold overwhelms me.

I killed with no mercy.

I regret nothing.

Thanks to this crime,

i'm no more like them.

Now i know i'll never

be myself again.

Or... i was born...

6 days ago.

A murderer cannot be a loser.

I didn't kill a human

being; i killed a principle.

I'm not sick.

The wold is.

You think i'm crazy !

I praise myself for it !

Yes, i'll do it again !

Now, my conscience is

beyond the moral taboos

that rule the others...

The ones who obey.

You're afraid to lose...

to lose your comfort

your definite settled ideas,

your wife, your job,

your connections,

your distance.

I could feel her heart

beating faster.

Her fear was mine.

She was so weak suddenly.

She knew that she was mine.

We were partners in

her own murder.

What's essential to me is

that you believe in me.

What do you want from me ?

Stop !

Stop him !

Here Madame. What

should we do with him?

He's been following me for

one hour. I didn't know why.

- Let's take him to the police

station. - That's all he deserves.

- I could beat him up !

- What an unusual robber!

He doesn't even look worried !

- He's sick ! I broke tougher ones.

You really want to go to

the police station?

- Yes i think we'd better go.

- I'm sure he never was in the army !

Make up your mind. Will you

press charges against him?

- Why didn't you press charges?

- Don't know.

I didn't understand.

I can't explain.

What are you doing here?

- Shouldn't you be at school today?

- Yes. - So, why aren't you there?

- Do your parents know you're here?

- No - What school do you go?

- What school ?!! - Why?

- Because i'm a school inspector.

- What's your name?

- Antoine.

Come with me.

Watch out !

Don't play with me !

I'm not a kid !

You have a knife?

You've stolen it !

- Where would you like to go?

- To the movies.

- Wouldn't you like some

speed driving in the country?

Did you steal it for real?

One vanilla ice cream, please.

- Are you famous and rich, finally ?

- Come in.

Is it a gift from your publisher?

- Did you see Tiane?

- I was at his house.

He was not there.

- Would you like to go for real?

- Where to?

- I don't know. Anywhere.

- You have ideas?

Maybe.

- Can you drive?

- Not at all. Will you teach me?

Contact. Starter.

I don't like the women

who take the initiative.

What kind of woman

do you like?

I 'd like your kind enough....

if you were tied.

Unfortunatly, men who says so

seldom dare tie us up for real.

I didn't like your behavior

at Tiane's, the other day.

I did not want you then,

because i'm the one who decides.

You see, Florinda,

i choose. I.

You don't know who

i am, Florinda.

I am the weir murderer.

I don't believe you.

The other one didn't

believe me too.

Yet, that's where it happened.

In this quarry.

She didn't believe me until the

car fell down over there.

I don't believe you , Jean.

Please , stop. I'm afraid.

It's a silly game.

I don't think i'll

make love to you.

I'm going to kill you. Simply.

You haven't understood

anything about me.

Only Tiane knows me.

He knows what an

extroardinary being i am.

Farewell, Florinda.

- Hi.

- Have you seen Florinda?

- I was not here when she came.

- You've been wrong.

What do you mean?

You look sick. You should

be more careful, Jean.

You should be careful

about me too.

What's the matter?

- I'm lost.

- What are you talking about?

Bullshits.

I'm going to bed.

- Aren't you hungry?

- No, i 'm only sleepy.

You have killed.

And you don't seem to

feel guilty at all.

You even look satisfied

with yourself.

I don't look like

satisfied, mr, I am.

I don't know what it

is to look like.

It's not these ink colored clothes,

nor the abundant stream of the eyes,

nor the terrifying

tears of the face.

That's what

to look like means.

Because a man can

pretend to such acts.

I have something in my heart

which is too hard to represent.

- I'd like to speak to the

superintendent. - Personnaly?

What about?

It's personnal. I have something

very important to say to him.

Name. First name. Address.

You look like

General De gaulle.

Mr Girod please.

What is it about?

It's about the weir murderer.

He did it again.

How do you know?

I was having my breakfast

at a cafe's terrace.

By chance, i heard

a conversation next table.

Someone said he had done the

same thing at the very same place.

That's how i understood he

was the weir murderer.

You understood?

How did you understand?

Because he mentionned the

weir, precisely.

Interesting. What did he look like?

He was of average height,with

blue-grey eyes and brown hair.

He was wearing a black suit.

What's the address of this bar?

- Is he still there?

- No, he left.

You didn't think of

following him?

His friend had a car.

I don't have one.

I came immediatly

to inform you.

- You have your papers?

- Not now.

- Is it your present address?

- Yes.

One minute. I'm sending

men to the weir.

I, undersigned Jean Girod, assure

that i am the weir murderer.

Jean locked the door.

They want to break it down !

- You have a search warrant?

- Who is he?- A friend of his.

- You have not the right!

- Don't you have a spare key?

- You have your papers?

- You have your warrant?

Do you want me to

sign my statement?

No. The experts are certain

that, if he did it again,

the murderer will

give himself up .

Oh really!!? What a

funny idea !

They are sure that this character

will not stand anonimity for long.

Anonimity?

Journalists haven't published

anything on him for 2 days.

- You know, me and the newspapers...

- Don't you read it? - No.

Newspapers are not allowed to

publish his letters for 2 days.

- What's your job?

- Im a writer.

- Does it pay? - I'm not an official.

I take each day as it comes.

One day at a time....

How long have been

living at your address?

- Two months. - And before?

What was your previous address?

It's a real examination !

You speak to me as if

i were already in jail.