The film "No Exit" takes place in Hell, as conceived by Jean-Paul Sartre.
There are no flames, nor instruments of torture, nor physical pain.
The torturers are those whose presence we are inflicted with:
"Hell is other people."
NO EXIT
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No! No, no...
I don't want to!
No...
I've done nothing!
Nothing at all!
I've done nothing...
I'm at your disposal.
If you don't mind?
After you.
I've done nothing!
Come along Mademoiselle, if you would be so kind.
It's not my fault...
I'm still just a kid!
What do we do here? - Nothing. You'll stay here.
If you please, fill out this form.
- Me too? - It's customary. - Always paperwork!
Here, my friend... Only a small tip.
Pointless, Madame.
- But it's a louis, a gold louis! - Pointless.
Please. Just to make me happy.
My God!
- Come, my daughter... - Oh, you! Let me be!
She's right, my friend. Let her be. It's a trick that's...very Catholic!
So? "Without profession" isn't all right? It isn't allowed?
Put down "pimp".
- What are you thinking? - Nothing, sir.
But we know where we are.
Monsieur?
Is everyone always resigned?
Excuse me?
Have you ever seen anyone not go through this door?
- It happens sometimes. - Well?
Do you grab him? Stop him from leaving?
All of our clients are free to choose.
Goodnight then. I'm going!
Fine... I thought as much.
If Monsieur would take the trouble of proceeding.
Tell me where this order comes from!
That doesn't exist here.
What? But I'm highly ranking!
A general who won Dunkirk!
What do you think of that?
That makes a lot of corpses.
General.
You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.
If you treat a Dunkirk hero the same as you would a dismissed clerk...
I know nothing about it.
I'm glad to encounter someone who appreciates discipline.
What should I put down? "Dead on Field of Honor"?
No. "Heart attack".
Hurry up.
Florence?
You mistake me for someone else.
Do I resemble someone you know?
Precious.
But you're pretty too. - Thank you.
Hey!
Have you seen a young woman who's very thin and shy?
I see shy ones, blondes, brunettes, redheads. It's only a question of taste.
Show Monsieur and Mademoiselle the way.
Pardon Monsieur...
Excuse me for interrupting, but I'm sure you can help me.
- We're at your service, Mademoiselle. - Madame.
You don't look it.
I'm the victim of a minor error that should be easy to correct.
You're not the only one, Madame, as this gentleman can tell you.
Many people believe they've come here by mistake.
Exactly, by mistake!
By mistake, exactly! By mistake!
I'm 60 years old and the principal of my school.
I've my whole life behind me. A life honest and scholarly...
You see?
The General is certainly a war hero.
And me...
Never fear. If there are any mistakes they will be corrected.
We've nothing but time.
Monsieur? If you don't mind...
Take the gentleman to 32.
Say...Do you have a Souris, a Major-General?
We have a lot of people here.
"Born May 1, 1917."
When did you arrive?
- Just now. - But the time?
I don't know...At dawn. Put down 6:00.
Say, buddy...
What do we do here all day?
Is this a rest home? - If you like.
- Oh, don't. Be a friend. - If you want.
- Don't be like that. - I'm tired. The shift is very long.
Take Monsieur to 16.
I'm looking for a friend of mine. Could you tell me if she's arrived?
What's her name?
Florence. Florence Langlois.
There's no one under that name.
There must be! I'm certain.
But she may arrive at any moment.
I'd be frightened if I were you!
That's what I was thinking.
- Is it large? - Immense.
- So this is it. - This is it.
- It's like this. - Like this.
I guess after awhile you get used to the surroundings?
That depends on the person.
Are all the rooms the same?
Think about it: We get Hindus, Chinese...
What would they make of sofas from the Second Empire?
And me, what do you expect me to make of this?
Do you know where I was?
That doesn't matter.
You're right, after all.
I've always been in rooms I didn't like, in false situations...
I loved it.
Now I'm in a false situation in a Louis Philippe dining room...
Does that tell you anything?
Well, you'll see...A parlor from the Second Empire isn't much better.
Good, good, good...
Still.
I wouldn't have expected it.
Do you know what they tell us down there?
About what? - About...
All this.
How could you believe such rubbish?
From people who've never set foot here!
For after all...
If they'd been here...eh?
Yeah!
- Where are the instruments of torture? - What?
The stakes, the grates, the funnels?
Are you kidding?
All right...
No, I'm not kidding.
The mirror.
I can't see myself!
It's empty! Where are you? - Right here.
What do you want to see, when you no longer exist?
Then what's that mirror for?
Decoration.
And the window... No windows, naturally?
Sure there are. Behind the curtains.
- Can I look? - Of course!
What's there?
It's horrible!
It is what it is.
- Then I have to live here? - Live here!
That's a lot to say, in your situation.
I've got nothing with me, not even a toothbrush!
And there you have it, the return of human dignity:
It's formidable. - I can't abide your familiarity.
I realize my position, but I can't bear it...
All right, excuse me.
But what do you want? Every client asks the same questions:
To begin, "Where are the instruments of torture?"
Then they aren't worrying about their routine.
And then, when you assure them, it's "Where's my toothbrush?"
But can't you think?
I ask you: Why do you want to brush your teeth?
You're right. Why?
And why look at yourself in the mirror?
While the bronze... Brilliant idea!
No, I tell you, I realize my position.
Is there a reason to come here and find yourself before that?
A Barbedienne bronze!
It's worth a lot of money.
Quite a lot down there!
What a nightmare!
I'm looking my situation in the face...
No mirrors...no toothbrush!
And no bed, either!
Because we never sleep, is that right?
Of course not, it's obvious.
I should have known. Why would you sleep?
Why sleep when you're never sleepy?
Then I'll never sleep again.
How could you bear it?
But try to understand me. Make an effort!
Down there I slept.
Sleep was precious.
Is it day?
As you can see, the lights are on.
Then it's your day. What about outside?
"Outside"?
Yes, outside, outside! What's beyond this wall?
- There's the hallway. - And at the end of the hallway?
Another hallway, another room, stairways. - And then what?
That's all.
You must get a day off. Where do you go?
I've got an uncle who's head of the bellboys. Third floor.
Where's the light switch?
There isn't one.
Then you can't turn them off?
The management can turn off the power, but...
But I can't remember them ever doing that on this floor.
Very well.
Then we must live with our eyes open.
"Live"!
You're not going to quibble over a question of vocabulary.
My eyes are open. Forever.
There's full light before my eyes. And in my head.
But if I throw the bronze at the chandelier, will that put it out?
It's too heavy.
You're right. It's too heavy.
Well, if you won't be needing me, I'll go.
- You're going? - Yes.
Wait!
- There's a buzzer. - Yes.
So I can call you when I wish, and you'll come.
In principle, yes, but it doesn't matter.
It's capricious, there's something stuck in the mechanism.
- It works! - It works?
What do you know...
But don't get excited, it won't last.
At your service.
- No, nothing. - Are you sure?
What's this?
As you can see, it's a paper cutter.
- There are books here? - No.
Then what's the point?
You can go.
Bellboy! Bellboy!
- You called me? - Me? No.
Make yourself at home, Madame.
If you've any questions for me...
Usually the clients want to know...
I won't insist.
As for the toothbrush, the buzzer and the Barbedienne bronze...
Monsieur will fill you in, and can explain as well as me.
Where's Florence?
Florence? I don't know her.
Is this what you've discovered? Torture by its absence?
Well, it's missed.
Do I know you? Have I seen you before?
In the lobby.
- So you're... - The first one here. We're housed under the same sign.
- Your name, Madame? - Inez Serrano. Mademoiselle!
Joseph Garcin. Publicist and man of letters.
And since you asked... Who do you take me for?
The torturer, of course!
Very good! Perfect.
So the ice is broken.
And you think I look like a torturer.
And how can you recognize a torturer, if you don't mind?
They look scared.
Scared? That's very funny...
And of who? Their victims?
I know what I'm talking about. I've seen myself in the mirror.
In the mirror.
It's tiresome, but anything that resembles a mirror has been removed.
In any case, I can assure you that I'm not afraid.
Does that concern you?
Does it sometimes happen that you take a walk outside?
The door is bolted.
So.
I realize my presence annoys you, and for me I'd prefer to be alone.
I must put my life in order.
- What for? - I need to collect myself.
I don't.
I'm certain we could accommodate each other.
I won't talk, I'll hardly move, I'll hardly make a sound.
I don't care.
Only...If you'll permit me a bit of advice...
We should reserve for each other an extreme politeness.
That's the best defense.
But I'm not polite.
Then I'll be polite enough for two.
Your nails!
What?
Will you stop biting your nails?
Forgive me, I didn't know.
That's what's irritating.
You pretend to be polite and then you let yourself go.
You're not alone, and you don't have the right to inflict your fear on me.
Because you have none!
Why would I?
Fear's all right before, when you can still hope.
There's no more hope, but we're still "before"!
We haven't begun to suffer, Mademoiselle. - I know.
So? What's going to happen?
I don't know. I'm waiting.
No! Don't take off my head!
I know what you're hiding in your hands!
I know you've got no more face.
It isn't you? Is it you? - Who? Me?
- I saw you in the lobby. - Obviously.
That's nothing remarkable!
Excuse me.
- You take me for the torturer? - The torturer?
No, I thought someone was playing a joke on me.
A joke in bad taste.
- Are you still expecting someone? - No, it's full now.
Then we're here all alone, Monsieur, Madame and me?
That's nothing to laugh about.
It feels like New Year's and I'm visiting my Aunt Marie.
Everyone has their taste in sofas, I suppose.
Is this one mine? How ugly it is.
Would you like mine?
Thank you, you're very kind, but it's no better.
The only one that suits me is Monsieur's.
Did you hear, Garcin?
The sofa? I'm sorry. It's yours, Madame.
Thank you.
We should get to know each other, seeing that we'll be staying together.
I'm Estelle Rigault. - Inez Serrano. Very delighted.
Joseph Garcin, publicist and man of letters.
- Will you be needing me? - No, you can go, we'll ring you.
Oh...Maybe.
You're a writer, sir? Where at?
For a little newspaper in my homeland, you wouldn't know it.
Were your final moments difficult?
No, I was rather dazed.
- In what way? - Pneumonia.
That was foolish. Pretty as you are!
- It's not just the ugly who die. - Unfortunately.
And you? - Gas.
That's not so smart, either.
And you, Monsieur?
That's none of your business. I didn't die in good company.
How rude you are!
Don't pay any attention to him. Come sit by me. No?
You're very beautiful.
My friend Florence looked like you. And she was very unhappy.
She was the one who turned on the gas.
To go to sleep in the same room with her...
And here I am! - And Florence?
I don't know where she is.
- What's behind this curtain? - A window.
- With a pretty view? - Delightful.
Estelle...
I would like to offer you pretty flowers for your housewarming.
Flowers? Look!
"To Estelle, my missed friend. Olga."
They spoiled me!
It's strange to watch your own funeral.
There's my husband.
- I loved her so! - Everyone did. - Oh I know, dear Olga.
She was a child, a mystery! - Have courage.
It's always those like her that go first.
It's not fair!
- He seems very grieved. - That's normal, he's lost me.
And the boy, who is he?
My little brother. He's never gotten used to funerals.
He's probably nervous.
He also seems to be grieved.
Pierre...Pierre!
My dear, why are you running?
- Pierre... - She was too perfect for this world!
Too gentle...too tender...
Don't you think so? - Me? Oh, of course.
She was so pure... I called her "my crystal". - Yes.
Olga...I never touched her! Don't you believe me?
Of course Pierre, I believe you.
It was Roger she loved.
Poor child!
When he killed himself...
I thought she wouldn't survive it.
What? - Nothing.
Come home with me. We'll talk about her.
That's right. You loved her too.
Filth!
Evidently my dear, you are very much missed.
To think she was my best friend!
What does that matter to you? I'm here now.
All the same, you can see how she looks at him!
- What are you doing here? - This is my only distraction.
Congratulations! Wonderful ceremony.
You've got a certain cheek, you do.
What do you mean? Between us, there are no secrets.
Tell me...
To still see them... Will I always be able to?
Not always. Just for a brief moment, like when they're thinking of you.
That won't last long.
But understand, they're living, there's not a moment to lose.
- But after? - After what?
They continue to forget?
Then there's nothing, naturally!
At least, nothing for you. Me, I've always got new clients.
That's what scares me!
- It's awful! - That's how it is.
The second showing!
Excuse me, I have to go do my job. The new arrivals...
They're very demanding.
And now I'm content. No one's thinking of me anymore.
Florence!
Florence, you mean you're not dead?
Florence, you're still at my house?
Come along!
There.
Are you comfortable?
I'll go get your dinner.
Don't leave me by myself for long.
I'm afraid. - Of what? - Her.
But she's dead.
It seems she's still here.
Yes, she's still here.
And she won't leave you, rest assured.
She'll no longer return to mislead and make mischief.
I'm not unkind, but...
What happened to her, she was asking for.
So you failed. Are you happy now?
What are you waiting for, to join me?
Florence.
Gas didn't work, but there's still the window.
The window!
Nice! She wants to drive her to it!
Come! Come, Florence! I'm waiting for you.
This is a young woman very attached to life.
No, I don't want you to smile without me, Florence.
I don't want you to be pretty without me!
Florence, not without me!
Florence! - Come now, a little courage.
She'll live without me!
You mean you'd be happy if a young woman...
Yes, you're right, obviously you're right!
Be quiet!
Be still, will you?
It's not so easy to be dead with you two!
Forgive me.
I too have the need and the right to know!
About what?
What my friends think of me.
Hey! It's Garcin's wife!
That's funny. She's always looked like a widow.
- She's not crying? - She never did.
What do you know! My coat!
The historic coat!
With 12 bullets, 12 perfect hits. But what does she want with it?
Go away, go away! Oh, she irritates me!
- Poor woman. - Poor widow!
Don't you want to tell what happened to you?
12 bullets in my hide.
That's something to brag about.
In certain cirumstances, yes it is.
If it's a matter of principle.
And not because you profited from it?
Exactly! I edited a pacifist newspaper.
War broke out. What to do?
Everyone had their eyes on me.
"Will he dare?"
I dared and I stood up to them!
And I was shot for it.
Where's my crime?
- It's not a crime, you're... - A hero!
Only these things didn't happen as you say...
Did you really stand firm until the end?
Almost!
I thought as much.
You don't have the face of a hero.
It was only at the end I hesitated: A merely physical hesitation.
Yet you seem so strong.
I don't know, I had a case of nerves before the firing squad.
- M. Garcin bites his nails. - All the same you can believe him.
Estelle...
Joseph... M. Garcin...
- What? - You're sitting on my sofa. - Oh, sorry.
What heat, do you mind? - Yes!
I hate looking at shirtsleeves. - Fine.
How about you?
You know, in shirtsleeves or without I don't much like men.
There's something I just don't understand:
Why have they put us together?
What did you say?
I look at the two of you, and I know we're stuck together.
I was hoping to find myself among friends or family.
An excellent friend with a hole in his face?
Him as well.
He danced the tango like a professional.
But us... Us!
Why did they put us together?
It's a fluke.
They put us together how they can, depending on when we arrive.
Why do you laugh?
You amuse me with your "fluke".
- Don't you think so? - No!
Then explain. Perhaps we've met before.
Never. I would never have forgotten you.
Perhaps we have mutual friends?
Do you know the Dubois-Seymours?
What do they do?
Nothing. They have a chateau in Correze.
- I work at the post office. - Really?
Really...
And you, M. Garcin?
I never left my country.
Then they must have just thrown us together.
You make me laugh!
I tell you this room was waiting for us.
But it's so ugly!
That too is perhaps on purpose.
- So everything's been planned? - Everything!
And we're a perfect fit.
But why are we together?
You've got to say why, right to the end!
But I know absolutely nothing.
But we've got to know!
If only each of us had the courage to say...
What?
What have you done, Estelle?
Why did they send you here?
I don't know why, not at all.
I even wonder if it could have been a mistake.
- My innocent... - I'm hiding nothing.
I was a poor orphan. I had a little brother.
An old friend of my father's asked for my hand.
- He was rich, of course. - Very rich.
And very good!
I lived happily with my husband for six years.
Did you create a perfect love?
Two years ago, I met the man I should have loved.
He asked me to run off with him, but I refused.
And then, I had pneumonia. That's all.
You can't blame yourself for sacrificing your life to an old man!
You see?
I see. Why are you playing this game?
Between us. - Between us? - Yes!
Between murderers. Or worse!
Speak for yourself!
We're in Hell, my girl!
There's never a mistake! You're never damned for nothing!
Be quiet!
Damned, my little saint! Damned, the spotless hero!
You've had your pleasure and your fun and now it's time to pay!
- I want you to shut up! - You see? It's clear!
I know why we're here together.
Be careful of what you say.
You'll see how clear it is. Clear as glass!
There isn't physical torture in Hell.
And no one's going to punish you. - That's what the bellboy said.
No one!
We'll remain to the end in this room alone together, it's very simple.
There's someone missing here: The torturer!
I know that.
And it's been realized as staff efficiency:
It's the clients that do the job!
- What do you mean? - She's right.
The torturer is each of us for the other two.
- That's impossible. - Yes. I won't be a torturer.
I wish you no ill and have nothing to do with you.
Perhaps that's not enough?
There's only one way: To keep quiet. Silence.
Everyone keep to themselves:
You there, you there, me there. And not another word.
- You'll make me laugh. - It isn't hard, is it?
Each of us has enough to do for himself.
- We have to be quiet? - Yes!
Then we'll be saved. Keep quiet, look in ourselves...
and never raise our heads!
Is it agreed? - Agreed.
Agreed.
Then farewell.
In the Rue des Blancs Manteaux They have raised a stage
And thrown bran into a pail
For this was a scaffold In the Rue des Blancs Manteaux.
In the Rue des Blancs Manteaux The executioner is up at dawn
Doing what he has to do Loping off heads of generals
Bishops and Admirals In the Rue des Blancs Manteaux
In the Rue des Blancs Manteaux There are ladies comme il faut
Who have some pretty things
But their heads undo them all
Tumbling down
Both head and hat
Into the gutter of Blancs Manteaux.
Is that Juan?
Perfect timing.
There's nothing left but wait for them to turn on each other.
- Was he a friend? - Yes.
Diego!
Diego, my God... Don't stay there, you're crazy!
Perhaps he's on his way to join you!
No, not Juan, he was a saint.
You see? Another hero!
Heroes, saints... You had some exceptional friends.
That's like me lying at my aunt's...
Enough, enough! You don't want to understand!
So much the better.
Don't shoot!
All the same... Admit you're very happy here.
- Who rang for you, my friend? - No one, I'm just curious.
In other words, you're spying on us!
Not at all, I pop in and out, just to see how you're doing.
Does it amuse you?
Oh no. Just a way of passing the time.
- Could I do something? - About what?
About what's happening!
Come now...
What's happening now?
Oh no, leave me alone! You don't have the right!
What do you want him to do?
We're not enemies here! We're one big family!
Juan is dead.
It isn't possible, he was just here!
That's his revolver.
- Where is he? - In the gutter of Rue St Etunc.
Not gutter! That's what we call a "field of honor".
You can die honorably anywhere!
I only had enough time to close his eyes.
They were behind me like a pack of dogs.
Without Garcin and Juan...
Our movement is without a leader.
- I don't agree. - That doesn't surprise me.
Who knew about our rendezvous?
With Juan and Diego, for example?
Our secret meetings?
Many of our friends did.
Perhaps.
But it's thanks to Garcin that we're in their hands.
He knew the addresses of all my comrades.
Except the Professor's.
There are police everywhere. Except here.
You don't have the right!
After all, he was shot.
And you've always hated him.
No, not at all.
But what does loving him have to do with whether or not he talked?
No, it's not true!
He wasn't a coward!
Don't you even remember what you owe him?
No, it's not true! Trust me!
Trust him.
You had faith in him when he was alive.
How can you refuse, now that he's dead?
You see? Between us, the truth!
But what truth?
I didn't say anything, nothing at all!
And then, I knew I had to die.
But if you were promised your life?
He wouldn't have believed them, he knew.
And if they tortured you?
Look at me! There are no traces, no blood, nothing!
There's no trace of those 12 bullets, either!
Diego! Gomez! Help me!
Hear me, believe me, I'm your friend, I'm...
Dead! He's dead, so be it!
But believe me that's no reason to make him a hero, or an example.
He talks like he knows. As if he's certain.
In any case, his name must disappear from these posters.
Bastard. Bastard! I'm the one who drafted them.
I propose striking his name from everything!
And not mentioning him anywhere!
We have to forget Garcin.
You've killed me a second time.
We shall take a vote.
By a raise of hands.
I'll start with me.
Suarez!
Henrik? - Good.
Professor?
Wait. Wait... Think, Professor!
Remember our conversations about Gomez...
About his foolishness, his brutality...
Alvarez?
And Diego?
No Diego, not you! Because you're almost my brother!
If you vote against me, I'm nothing forever!
Diego, you're a bastard if you go against me!
The tally is almost complete. But unanimous is best.
Diego...
That's better.
Enough, enough!
Enough.
Allow me, it's my job.
In sum, your friends are thinking only of you.
Shut up!
There aren't many who are loved.
And you know how many disappear up above and down below.
For example:
Imagine a bunch of friends who discuss things together in a bistro.
They all agree, hand in hand, true friends.
But one of them leaves.
Before he turns the corner they're all on his back.
And why? Why does it happen?
Because that's life.
Everyone is like that. You can't do anything.
But all the same, the gentleman was shot, wasn't he?
I gave my life for them, and look what happens:
Dead I'm pushed out, rejected!
I'll remind you, if it helps...
It wasn't for them you were brought here, was it?
What good does it do to talk about it?
What good does it do to talk at all?
Do you have a mirror? Mine is dimmed!
Alas, I cannot help you. - Very nice of you.
It's what I live for.
But I can't see myself!
It's a house specialty, like with that big mirror over there.
But it's stupid! Pure chicanery!
That's just how it is.
My lipstick...I'm sure that I put it on crooked.
How can I do without a mirror for eternity?
Allow me to be your mirror.
Come sit by me.
- She said... - Don't bother with him!
This shall end badly.
Do I seem unkind? Come. Sit.
Let me see.
Not very good.
I was afraid of that!
Thankfully no one can see me.
I'll begin:
That's better. No, follow the line of your lips.
I'll guide you.
There. It's good.
Is it as good as it was when I came in?
It's better. Heavier, more cruel.
A real "Hell's mouth".
Is that true, Monsieur?
Don't even bother!
But it's good, it really is good?
Couldn't you be more familiar?
It pains me to be familiar with women!
Especially when they work for the post office, I suppose?
What do you have on your cheek? A pimple!
A pimple? How awful! Where?
Ah, I've got you!
There are no pimples, none at all.
But as your mirror, I can lie if I want to.
But if I closed my eyes, if I refused to look...
What would you do with your beauty?
Be kind. - Will you be?
- Do I please you? - Very much.
I'd prefer if he looked at me too.
Because he's a man!
You've won, Garcin!
But look at her!
Stop playing this game! You've heard every word we've said!
You can say that again: Every word!
I have to stick my fingers in my ears to block it out!
Why couldn't you leave me alone? I've got nothing to do with you!
What about her? Do you have nothing to do with her either?
I don't give a damn about her, if that makes you feel better.
Thank you!
- I didn't mean to be brutal... - Lout!
You see? I begged you to keep quiet!
She's the one who started it!
She said she'd be my mirror, I didn't ask her for anything.
Nothing! Making eyes at him so he'd look at you!
That isn't true! I'll make eyes at you too if you want!
Don't you see where this is heading?
Be quiet!
Everyone sit down and be calm.
We'll close our eyes...
And each of us will try to forget the presence of the other two.
Forget?
What do you take me for?
You're a coward. Don't you know I can always see you? And her too?
If we were alone, do you think she'd treat me the way she does?
Take your hands away from your face!
I won't leave you alone. That would be too easy.
Not that! I'll choose my Hell!
I'll watch you with my eyes wide open and fight you with my face uncovered.
Good!
I suppose it had to come to this point.
If I'd been housed with men...Men know how to keep their mouths shut.
But you can't ask for too much.
So my dear... Do I turn you on?
Don't touch me.
Come on, relax!
I liked women a lot, you know. And they liked me back.
There's nothing left to lose.
Formalities, what for? Between us?
In a moment we'll be as naked as two worms.
Leave me alone. - I warned you.
I'm not asking for anything, just peace and some silence.
Only you can't be quiet.
So let's go to it.
I know what I have to do.
Why not? Perhaps it'll be amusing.
We'll begin with you. Why are you here?
I don't know, and no one wants to tell me.
Me too. But after all... It doesn't matter.
Each of us knows very well what we did.
Are you afraid to talk first?
I've nothing to tell you.
Then I'll begin. Have you seen Florence?
That funny little girl, just now?
Not so much funny as pretty.
You have strange taste.
Your Florence thought she was dead but she's still alive.
I'm what you call a damned woman.
Already damned, isn't that right?
So there's no big surprises ahead. - That's all?
It isn't complicated.
Ah...That's for me.
What's she doing down there all alone?
Who's given her flowers?
Florence...
It's me. I'm always with you.
My dearest.
What's that?
Are you waiting for someone?
Florence, don't do that!
Don't do that!
The hero has returned!
He dares to return, now that he knows I'm dead.
- Who is he? - He's her husband, of course.
He's not very handsome.
Don't look at me like that, it shames me.
We'll never mention it again.
You think you can forgive me?
You understand it wasn't all my fault.
The little bitch.
She was a bad woman.
I was unhappy. I wanted to die here.
But I'm the one who's dead!
Come, the taxi's waiting.
No, you're not going back to him?
It's not possible, you're crazy!
How often did we laugh at him together?
Remember what we said about the poor guy?
How he slurps when he drinks, he snores, he has dandruff...
You could never stand him, Florence!
Don't leave with him!
He's like the others, you'll end up cheating on him!
Florence!
They're gone.
Bitch, bitch!
You left with him because he's a man.
You should never count on women.
- So that amuses you? - You think it's funny?
- I'd like to kill you! - That's a good idea.
Try to! - Let me go!
I'm not to be trifled with! - Inez, calm down!
- You called me "Inez"? - Excuse me.
I'll excuse you, but I'm delighted.
You've taken the veil. - One lost, another gained.
You'll stay here, my child. And forever.
So why are you here?
I told you I don't know!
Then we'll help you.
The guy with the mangled face, who was he?
- What guy? - The one you were afraid of when you came in.
He was a friend!
Her friend Roger!
The one who killed himself! - The one you loved!
The one they mentioned at the funeral.
- The one who killed himself because of you. - You're both crazy!
Then why are you afraid?
Because of you... - Because of you, because of you!
Let me be, you frighten me!
I want to leave, I want to leave!
Where to, St. Peter?
Go then, it's not asking much!
Help!
Only the door is locked!
You're contempible!
- Why? - Completely contempible, what does that change?
All the same...You should be gentle, I'm a woman.
- What about her? - Her too!
You think so?
And now, we'll talk seriously!
About the man who killed himself for you.
Was he your lover? - Absolutely, he was her lover!
And he wanted to have you all to himself!
- Is it true? - You can bet he was poor!
- Answer, was he poor? - Yes, he was poor.
- You had a reputation to protect. - And a position to keep.
And one day... He came to you...
He begged you...
And you laughed at him! - You definitely laughed at him!
And that's why he killed himself.
Did you look at Florence like that? - Yes.
That's not it at all.
He wanted me to have his baby.
Now are you happy?
- A child? How awful! - And you didn't want it?
No. But I had it all the same. I spent five months in Switzerland.
No one knew. I had a girl.
Roger was with me when she was born.
Would that amuse you, to have a girl? Not me.
And then?
There was a balcony overlooking the lake.
I took a large rock.
Roger cried, "Estelle, don't, I beg you!"
My poor girl.
He leaned over the balcony. There were rings on the water.
And then? - That's all.
I returned to Paris, he did want he wanted.
- Make a huge hole in his head? - It wasn't worth it.
My husband never suspected a thing.
I hate you!
- Watch the tears that don't come. - You don't know how I hate you!
No, not yet. But it will come.
What heat! Oh, sorry!
For now you can be in shirtsleeves.
That's true. For now.
You mustn't hold it against me. - I don't.
- And as for me? - Yes.
What's the matter with you? Are you crazy?
Couldn't we at least try to feel a little pity for each other?
Do you realise this girl shall be your torturer?
So? What does that matter to me? Leave me alone.
I'm not a bitch in heat.
Oh, that's not what it's about.
- What is that? - What?
Don't you hear? It's music.
I know this melody.
I knew it!
Pierre, aren't you ashamed?
We discovered dancing together.
You promised never to dance with anyone but me.
I wanted to teach you to dance, but I didn't have the time.
He's not very good.
Why are you looking at him like that, Olga?
- Who's Pierre? - A little idiot who called me Crystal.
- He knew you well! - He loved me.
- And you? - She's out of breath. Why is she dancing?
Perhaps to lose weight.
She's pressing against him.
And he's breathing in her face!
- Do you love him? - Of course not, he's only 18.
I'm not a ogress. - Then let him do what he can.
He dances at a slant!
- He belonged to me. - Nothing on earth belongs to you!
- He was mine! - He was. But try to touch him!
Olga can. She can hold his hand...
She can brush against his knees...
She wouldn't dare if she knew I was watching, but I can!
I see you with your tousled hair, your feverish gaze...
I see you stepping on his toes, I could die laughing.
Go on, faster! Faster!
He pulls her, he pushes her, it's indecent.
Faster!
Go on!
My little man, why aren't you laughing in her face?
She would never have dared.
Am I really nothing anymore? - Nothing!
There's nothing left on earth for you anymore.
Everything that belongs to you is here.
Would you like the paper cutter?
The Barbedienne bronze?
The blue sofa is yours...
And me, my child. I'm yours.
Yours forever. - And me?
Which of you would dare call me your Crystal? I can't fool you!
You know what a bitch I am!
Think of me, Pierre!
Only think of me, fight for me.
Won't you think of me, your Crystal?
I'm only half here, only half guilty.
I remain your spring water, your Crystal.
- Happy? - Very happy!
All the same, I had to beg you to bring me here.
I promised Estelle to come here with her.
You irritate me with your Estelle. - But she's dead!
That's no reason.
You think she was a saint? - She was clean and so decent!
So sincere!
Poor Pierre...
Listen, did you know her like I did?
Better.
Listen, Pierre...
I don't want to cause you pain...
Look out, Olga! Look out!
Do you know what she was doing in Switzerland?
Don't tell him!
Olga, don't tell him!
She drowned Roger's baby in the lake.
Roger's baby?
Yes.
But that doesn't mean anything now.
It's all over.
Slow dance?
There's nothing left to see now.
Look at that, it works now.
Oh! They've got it set up like the front-row at the movies.
I don't want to see anymore.
- But the curtains are closed. - I don't want to hear anymore either.
That's no reason to violate the rules.
I'll give you a tip.
What would I do with it, when you're never thirsty here?
Never thirsty, never hungry, there's never anything, anymore!
It's economical, but it's not much fun.
I beg you to do as I ask.
I'd like to make you happy, but it's impossible.
Things are as they are. - But there must be someone responsible!
No one can change anything. Certainly not me, if you saw where I stay...
- What about the Manager? - You think this is regular hotel?
There must be something, I think I'm going to go crazy!
Not at all, believe me, you're out of danger.
Mind you...
There are many here who wouldn't mind going crazy. Alas, no.
They've got no agreement down here with Heaven.
My God. My God, my God, my God...
Have mercy on me.
It's too late. That's not a word to use here.
You should have planned ahead!
- What will I become? - Nothing!
It's only other people annoying you.
I don't want to see anymore, hear anymore...
Don't worry!
You won't be hearing music for long. It ends.
You see? The broadcast's already over. That too.
Is it true?
I can't see anymore! - What were you saying?
Aren't you happy? - But what are they doing?
Nothing serious. They're just living, that's all.
But you know all about it. It's normal!
Would you like to finally return to us, my chicken?
I can't see anymore. I can't hear anymore.
- That's what you wanted, wasn't it? - I'm alone.
- I'm here. - All alone!
Garcin! I'm afraid!
Garcin, look at me. Take me in your arms...
What happened to your veil?
- We don't see eye to eye. - There's no danger of that.
Since you're a man...
Look at me, don't turn your eyes away...
I'm not ugly, and after all, someone killed himself over me.
Garcin...
Doesn't it turn you on?
I beg you... You must look at something.
If it's not me, it's the bronze, the table or the sofas.
I'm a lot more agreeable to look at.
I've been tossed aside. Pick me up.
You'll see how nice I can be.
She talks like a whore.
"There's nothing at my house to make a fire."
You can work it out with her!
Her? But she doesn't count, she's a woman!
I don't count?
You think so, my little bird?
I'm watching over you, have no fear.
I'll never stop watching.
Let me be!
"My spring water, my Crystal!"
Crystal is in pieces on the ground.
Everyone knows I threw my baby out the window, and I don't care!
There's nothing left but my skin! But my skin's not for you.
Come. I'll do whatever you want.
Spring water or bilge, I don't care.
Let me go... Let me go!
What do I have to do so you'll let me go?
Here:
You'll get her for that, Garcin!
So? You want a man?
A man? No, you!
No games! It doesn't matter who it is.
I'm here, so it's me, right?
I won't please you, I promise:
I'm not a young idiot and I'm not a sweet talker.
I'll take you as you are. I might even change you.
I doubt it. I'll be distracted.
I've got other things on my mind.
- What things? - They wouldn't interest you.
I'll sit on your sofa and wait for you to notice me.
Bitch!
Flat on your stomach because he's a man!
Don't listen to her, she doesn't count.
I'll give you what I can. It isn't much.
I won't love you. I know you too well.
But do you want me?
Yes.
- That's all I want. - Yeah?
Estelle...
Garcin!
Have you lost your head? I'm right here!
So I see. What of it?
Not in front of me, you can't!
He can easily undress me in front of my chambermaid!
Unhand her! Unhand her, with your filthy man's hands!
Enough!
I'm no gentleman.
And I'm not afraid to hit a woman.
Hit me but let her go! Let her go! Leave her to me!
I asked you two to keep quiet. I wasn't asking for anything.
Do as you wish, you're the stronger one.
But don't forget: I'm here, and I'm watching.
I won't take my eyes off you.
How I hate the two of you!
Go on, love each other!
We're in Hell and I'll have my day.
Give me your mouth.
I already told you not to pay attention to her.
It's not her.
What are they up to now?
Where are you going? There's nothing anymore.
For you, you mean.
Look! Is that your wife?
Madame!
Wife of an executed man!
Eternal regret...
Now she can be happy or unhappy, as she wishes.
Evidently she's continuing her heroic collection.
She kept my hat.
But the others? Your wife wears that?
My wife wears nothing but her cross.
Here, look at that.
That hat...
That hat is astounding!
No, it's Rosita's.
Good God! It isn't possible!
She kept her on? - Who's that?
Rosita. After my death, she could have put her out!
Ah, the idiot! You'd have to see it to believe it!
Give me!
They're pretty.
Idiot!
They're too small!
You told me you wore a 38. - I told you 39.
You're too stupid to even buy the right pair of shoes!
Go exchange them. Go on!
You disgust me with your martyred ways!
Why haven't you long since put me out? What are you waiting for?
Why are you staring at me?
Because he loved you.
That's not true. You're getting your revenge.
You take advantage of the fact I don't have a cent,
forcing me to endure your filthy presence!
He loved you.
You're the only thing that remains of him on this earth, so I'll keep you.
I also keep his dog.
I have his pictures.
I've got his jacket.
I've got the final woman he loved.
I've got everything.
He belongs to me.
I didn't love him! It's a fairy tale.
He was a coward. A coward!
I stayed with him because he paid me!
See what I do with your Garcin!
Look at his photo! Watch what I do with it!
Look what I do...
Look what I do to his coat full of holes...
I'm leaving! I'm leaving!
Lovely domestic scene.
You loved that negress?
I loved her skin.
I can put myself in your place. I'm not surprised.
Pretty little birds!
The servant again?
Oh, I just dropped in... For the negress!
It's not possible! You think you're lying in clover?
Oh, no! Alas! That's long past, all of that!
We're not here for a laugh. Well.
I'll leave you.
You're doing all right, aren't you? Everything's been explained?
He's funny, this old soldier!
Understand now why I'm here?
Tormenting my wife for five years.
You don't say.
Why did you make her suffer?
Because it was easy.
Say a cruel word and she blushes.
I'd come in drunk as a pig, stinking of wine and women...
She didn't even cry.
She waited for me every night.
With never a word of reproach.
Except for her eyes.
Her huge eyes!
She's a woman with the avocation of a martyr.
So he jumped on the hellcat!
With Rosita!
She used to bring us breakfast in bed!
So you're here for your cafes-au-lait with a negress?
It's hilarious!
And the others? - What others?
Your friends.
It was you who betrayed them. - I betrayed no one!
Even the negress calls you a coward!
What does she know?
Them!
Estelle...
Will you love me? - You know...
- Will you trust me? - What a question, when you'll always be in front of me.
It's not Inez you'd be cheating with.
Definitely. But...
I'll risk another confidence...
Estelle, you must trust me. - You're too complicated.
But what did you do? - I was shot.
I know, you refused to leave. What of it?
- I didn't completely refuse. - Here we go.
I took a train. They nabbed me at the border.
Where did you want to go?
Across the border, to start a pacifist newspaper there.
- But say something! - What do you want me to say?
You did well since you didn't want to fight.
My darling, I can't guess what you want me to say.
My treasure, you must tell him he ran like a lion.
For he did run, your big baby.
And this is what eats him.
So I left or I ran away, whatever you want!
- If you'd stayed, they would have arrested you. - Of course.
Estelle...Estelle, am I a coward?
But I don't know, my love. I'm not you.
It's up to you to decide. - I can't decide.
Courageously!
I took the train, that I know.
But why? Why?
At the end, I was thinking:
"It's my death that will decide.
If I die properly, I'll have proven I'm not a coward."
And how did you die, Garcin?
I'm dead down there.
- Hey! Who was it? - Who? - The guy who was shot.
An agitator. - Named Gomez.
With the face of a killer.
That's a tough break. - What is?
Firing squad.
It's better than unloading cement.
Or being in a war.
It's less hard but it's still a disgusting job.
But today it's a pleasure.
Twelve shots straight in the body, properly!
If it was always like that, it would be a pleasure.
You know what I'm going to say:
The next to last has to be dragged out.
He screamed, he screamed!
Did your brothers want to die?
It's all the same.
After five shots, you're not paying for anyone anymore. They're paid!
I'd like to see you face it then!
All the same, it's a loss of dignity.
It's a scream, from one of them to the next: All chicken!
That's you? You chickened out?
You chickened out!
It was only in the physical sense that I fell short. I'm not ashamed.
And that's the sense in which they'll die for you, you wretch.
But let me be, you can look and find nothing!
That still proves you're a real shit!
- That's what Gomez thought. - Properly!
He's dead all the same! What do explanations matter?
Look at me. I need someone to look at me.
I love your eyes.
"I love your eyes." Look at that.
And you, Estelle. Do you love the coward?
If only you knew how little I care if he's a coward or not...
Because he kisses well.
I'm sure I kiss better than that.
Listen! Who's that for now?
Garcin! Look over here a moment!
You've got all the time in the world to cuddle!
Garcin! Another visit.
No! I don't want it, that's enough.
Are you afraid, my hero?
That makes two days she's been like this.
The doctor says it's the end.
I think she opened her eyes.
I'm scared!
There's nothing left of her.
All the same, it's a strange malady.
You think it's a malady? It's her coward!
To die for a man.
Because she only knew the one.
He wasn't a man, he was a coward.
Everyone says so. Is that why she's dying?
Of course it is, the poor thing!
Everyone knows about the famous man I dropped for him.
All the same he dropped me for the negress.
And all the same I didn't really suffer.
Don't say it in front of her!
She doesn't hear anything now.
Go see who that is.
- Madame Garcin. - She's in there. She's expected to die.
Didn't you know? - I must see her.
- Who are you? - An old friend.
A friend of Garcin's.
A friend of Garc...!
Does he still have friends? - I don't know anymore.
Can I be alone with her? - What for?
I must talk to her.
- She won't even hear you! - Really?
It doesn't matter. If you want to.
We'll take a walk around the house.
Are you coming, Luisa? - Yes...
Such a pretty boy talking to a dying woman with no words left...
It's not up to you to speak for her. Come along...If you want to!
Madame Garcin!
Madame Garcin, can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Listen to me...
Do you recognize me? I'm Diego...
A friend, a friend of your husband.
I want to know... Just one question.
They've shot Gomez. All of our friends have been arrested.
They think that Garcin... They believe...
Understand?
But I don't think so. The thought disgusts me.
But I don't know anymore.
I came here... because you knew him best.
He loved only you.
So...
Tell me it isn't true.
Give me a sign, like you did just now.
Just closing your eyes would be enough.
I could rest easier. I loved him so.
Don't you want to?
Never mind, you're right.
You don't want to.
Thank you all the same.
I guess there's nothing left to do.
Forgive me.
I wouldn't have believed it.
Bitch. Why did you do that?
You're a coward. Utterly despised.
The whole world abandons you. So much the better.
You belong to me completely.
What have you done to me, when you're going to die?
It's not working, my friend. Your witnesses are disappearing.
- What about you? - It's not the same!
- It's been decided that I'm a coward. - My darling.
Darling... Look at me.
Touch me... No, keep your hand there.
They must die, what does it matter what anyone thinks?
Forget them, everyone but me. I'm here.
Yes. Yes, you're here.
Listen...
Do me a favor. Don't pull away.
To find a soul...Just one...
Who could confirm that I didn't run...
That I have courage, that I'm clean...
I'm sure that I'd be saved!
Will you believe in me? You're dearer than myself.
You're stupid, my friend, stupid!
Do you think I could love a coward?
- But you said... - I was laughing at you!
I love men, Garcin, real men! - Is that so? Is it true!
- I swear it. - Then I defy everyone.
All of them up here and down there.
Estelle... We'll leave Hell!
What?
Imbecile!
Don't you know she doesn't believe a word she's saying?
"Estelle, am I a coward?"
What does she care? - Inez!
Don't listen to her!
She needs a man. That you can believe.
For the rest, she'd say you were God the Father to please you.
Is that the truth? Answer, is that the truth?
But I don't understand anything about this.
What do I care if you're a coward? I love you. Aren't you happy?
Delighted! He's delighted.
You disgust me. Even more than the others.
It's over.
My wife is dead.
- What are you doing? - I'm leaving.
You won't get far. The door is locked.
Then they'll have to open it.
Garcin!
I'll force them to open the door.
I can't stand it anymore.
I can't take it!
Get away, you disgust me more than she does!
Garcin, I beg you!
I'll leave you alone, just don't leave!
But open! Open the door!
Don't leave me alone with her!
You can work it out yourselves! - Coward, coward!
The truth is that you're a coward!
Very good, my dear. Are you happy? He's leaving now.
And now it'll be just the two of us.
You'll win nothing. If this door opens I'm leaving!
He might go, but not with you.
- Then I'll find someone else. - There's no one else for you.
No one else. Just me.
Open up! Open up!
I'd accept everything!
The boot, the pliers, molten lead, vitriol!
I want to suffer forever.
Open the door.
Open up! Open the door!
There you go, Garcin. Get going!
No. You're courageous, but not foolhardy.
And where would we go? Figure that out.
I want to know why the door opened.
That's what you wanted. Go on, quickly!
You can take a little walk.
I don't know where it leads, but it's far.
- I won't leave. - And you, Estelle?
No one keeps you. Who of us three?
There are no takers.
You could die laughing.
We're inseparable.
Garcin! Help me!
Drag her outside and shut the door on her!
I beg you!
Not in the hallway, not in the hallway!
Help me!
Let her go!
I want her to go!
What does that change, all of that?
Can't you discuss things quietly?
To live here,
is to be forever arranging that there's no lack of conversation.
Among people who talk together!
Because you have to choose.
Obviously!
Hell is like a marriage:
You're there for whatever reason. It doesn't end well.
The old man's a smart one.
What old man?
The boss.
I guess I'll lock the door now.
- Why? - For no reason.
I could keep it open, but then it gets hot in here.
And that matters. Well?
You can close it.
I think that's better.
More intimate.
There's no one left to see...
and anyway it's better amongst yourselves.
Is it over?
You see? It's not worth making a fuss.
I told you it wouldn't last.
And now, you're all settled in!
The show's over!
Down there, it's too bad for you.
Already?
You're right honey. The dead are forgotten very quickly.
They come and they go. And nothing ever stops.
But it's awful!
Everything gets settled.
No, don't believe that.
Here nothing is settled, everything is planned.
Regular as a musical score.
Now that that's over, can I put this back?
He's really nice, that boy.
I wouldn't have thought it, but he has a face for the place.
That's good company!
Enough of this, I'll never understand anything.
That was done on purpose!
Please! It's enough to wake the dead.
No danger of that. The dead don't sleep.
- What do they do? - Like you, nothing.
They just talk about things.
I'll look after the bell... I always have to, a little.
They come, they go, it never ends.
This is an orderly house.
Want to talk?
Yes.
- You've nothing to say to her. - Yes I do.
If I remain here, it's because of her.
Now that's funny!
He remained here because he was afraid!
I remained to convince you.
It's all ended for me, finished.
The affair have been settled.
I'm no longer anything on earth.
Not even as a coward.
Inez... We're alone.
There's only the two of us here. She doesn't count.
What gallantry!
But you...You who hate me. If you can believe me, I'm saved.
That won't be easy.
Look at me: I'm a hard one!
However long it takes. - You've got nothing but time.
Listen...Everyone has his goal.
I didn't give a damn about money or love.
I wanted to be a man.
- A tough one. - I've bet everything on one horse.
And the horse is left for dead.
Come now, a little courage!
I'm wondering how I could be persuaded.
Look for arguments, make an effort.
I tell you you're a coward.
You're a coward because I want you to be.
I want you to be, you understand? I want you to be!
You could strangle me but it's impossible.
And it wouldn't change anything, since I think you're a coward?
You have no choice. You must convince me. I've got you!
- Garcin... - What?
- Get your revenge. - How?
Kiss me. You'll hear her sing.
She's right.
Inez, you've got me. But I've got you too.
Coward, coward!
Go be consoled by a woman!
Sing, Inez, sing!
Hold me tighter, Garcin, it'll kill her!
That won't matter, it's already done.
- Kiss me. - Isn't love beautiful?
Isn't it, Garcin?
Too bad I'm still here!
Don't listen to her.
Give me your mouth.
Garcin the coward is kissing Estelle the baby-killer!
I see you.
I see you!
I alone am everyone!
Everyone!
Garcin, it's understood!
Coward! Coward! Coward!
You see, Estelle? You won't have him.
- Will it never be night? - Never!
You'll see me forever?
Forever.
Like he said: Everything is planned.
I understand I'm in Hell.
They planned that I'd stand before the chimney...
Pressing my hands on this bronze!
With all these eyes on me!
Pushed by eyes!
But there are only two of you.
It's true. Only two.
And that's Hell.
I never would have thought it was so simple.
You think of the sulphur, the stake, the grill..
What a joke.
What a marvelous joke.
We don't need a grill.
Hell is other people.
My love...
No, leave me alone! She's between us.
I can't love you while she's watching.
Well, she won't see us again.
What are you doing, darling? You're mad!
After all I'm dead. - Dead?
Dead! Dead! Dead!
It's aleady done, don't you understand?
And we'll be together forever! - My God, it's funny!
Forever!
Well...Moving on...
Subtitles by ironhills for KG