Monsieur Verdoux Page #20

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since I've given up the fight.

There's always something

to fight for.

- For me, there is nothing.

- Nothing?

Soon after the crash,

I lost my wife and child.

Oh, I'm sorry, I never realized.

However, they're much happier

where they are...

than living in this world

of uncertainty.

You have changed. I can see that.

Since the loss of my family,

I seem to have awakened from a dream.

- What do you mean?

- I was a bank clerk once.

My existence

a monotonous rhythm.

Day in and day out, counting money.

Then the rhythm was broken.

I lost my position.

What followed was a numbed confusion.

A nightmare in which

I lived in a half dream world.

A horrible world.

And now I've awakened.

I wonder if that world ever existed.

You went through a bad ordeal.

Don't allow it to take hold of you.

It hasn't. Despair is a narcotic.

It lulls the mind into indifference.

But that's giving up life.

We must all give it up

sooner or later.

- Yes, but not before our time.

- Why?

Must you know the reason

for everything?

It might help a little if we did.

Life is beyond reason.

That's why you must go on.

If it's only to fulfill your destiny.

My destiny!

Why would anyone want to go up

in the Eiffel Tower at night?

That was Phoebe's idea.

She has her way.

- How many?

- There'll be five.

This way, please.

- I'd like to eat now, I'm hungry.

- We'd better wait.

They'll be hours yet.

We can have a drink.

What do you want?

Vermouth.

- Two Vermouth.

- Oui.

Let's dance.

- What?

- Thelma's husband.

- Where?

- Behind you.

You're right. It is.

- You're stepping all over my feet.

- I can't help it.

Oh, Thelma. Poor Thelma.

Pull yourself together.

I'm phoning the police.

- Don't leave. He'll murder me.

- Keep your eye on him.

Don't let him out of your sight.

If he leaves, follow him.

You look tired.

You need someone to look after you.

- I must take you in hand.

- You're very kind.

Merci, Madame.

Thank you.

Cab, sir?

Car number ten.

- They're leaving.

- Take down the number of the car.

I haven't got a pencil. Go get one.

Pardon me.

- Do you have a pencil?

- Try the office around the corner.

- Thank you.

Open up. Open up this door.

- Let me out.

- Help, help.

- I shall say goodbye to you.

- What are you going to do?

I'm going to fulfill my destiny.

Here's my card.

Be sure to let me hear from you,

soon.

Merci.

- Tomorrow?

- Tomorrow.

Alright, sir.

Your positions. One on each corner

and two at the back.

The rest come with me.

- Victor, you remain here.

- Yes, sir.

Here. Break it up. Around this way.

- Come on. Let these men through.

- Help! Help!

Help! Help!

- There he is.

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