The Lower Depths

THE LOWER DEPTHS was awarded

the 1936 Louis Delluc Prize

for Best French Film of the Year.

THE LOWER DEPTHS

Id never ask you for accounts.

We aren;t shopkeepers.

You serve your country, dear Baron,

with true patriotic zeal.

But money is missing. Too much.

I know it was used

for the common good,

but the loss of 30,000 rubles

is quite regrettable.

Someone less tolerant

might ask for explanations,

or be shocked that you have

no memory of the loan.

You've something in mind,

but it's still quite worrying.

A secret matter, you may insist.

But my dear Baron,

our secret funds

are not inexhaustible, alas.

Despite our long friendship,

I fear I can no longer turn a blind eye.

My dear Baron, I trust

you will not take this amiss.

Thank you.

Is that you, Pepel?

Yes, it's me.

I thought Kostylyov

would never go to sleep.

Does the money he cheats us out of

keep him awake?

You'll be glad to have him tomorrow.

- Why tomorrow?

- As if you didn't know.

Your big job is tonight, isn't it?

At the mansion.

That's none of your business.

Are you hiding something from me?

You're wrong.

I give you good advice.

What would you do without us

to buy what you steal?

You and your husband profit as well.

I take the risks,

and you get the money. Right?

You know it'll all be ours one day.

Kostylyov's old.

He won't live forever.

We'll go somewhere nice,

just the two of us.

We'll start a new life.

And no one will know our past.

There's no point

in daydreaming about us.

- You don't love me anymore.

- Me?

Im warning you,

don't you dare leave me!

Id rather see you rot in prison

than go off with someone else.

If I go to jail, you and your husband

won't be far behind me.

No one will believe you.

We have friends on the police force.

Good night, Pepel.

- Good night.

Be careful tonight.

Don't worry.

We northerners aren't easy to catch.

Don't treat it like a walk in the park.

Alyoshka's coming.

- So what?

He'll wake up the old man.

I told that rascal

to never come back.

Come on.

Hey, lodgers!

Hey, lodgers!

Hey, lodgers!

Is that you, Natasha?

Sorry.

Im a polite guy.

I meant to wake old Kostylyov.

He gets the money,

but I got you!

You've been out boozing again.

- You know me.

- Aren't you ashamed?

You know, I am who I am.

If people don't like it, too bad.

My boss gave me the sack,

but I don't give a damn.

What's a boss, anyway?

A simple misunderstanding!

Go to bed.

Wait. Not yet.

I wrote a jolly little funeral march.

Wanna hear it?

- Be quiet!

- I want to tell the world!

No one's listening right now.

Tell them tomorrow.

I won't be drunk then.

Ill have nothing to say.

No one will mind.

Go downstairs.

Go on.

Natasha, your eyes are like stars.

Off to bed you go.

Is that you?

Were you looking for me?

Yes, it's me.

And here you are, the two of you.

Nice and cozy.

Vassilissa!

B*tch! Damned b*tch!

Forgive me, Lord.

Vassilissa,

you drive me to sin.

You make me angry.

You make me swear.

Ive looked everywhere for you.

You should be in bed,

but you're out here on the stairs.

Tramp!

Filthy animal!

Clear out.

Clear out, I said.

Im the boss around here.

You clear out, thief,

or Ill have you arrested.

Clear out, or Ill strangle you!

Help me! Help!

One more dent.

If the boss grumbles,

Ill get you another.

You dropped it on purpose.

- No, Im just clumsy.

- You're clumsy, eh?

Lucky for me.

Otherwise,

the way I was choking him -

Don't touch me! You're revolting.

Sleep with my sister, I don't care.

Steal if you want.

But don't touch me.

You're too young to understand.

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