01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

SPADE: Six dead nuns. No one's innocent.

Have you seen Teresa?

♪

Did you do this?

How could I? We're not allowed up here.

♪

She didn't want me to hate you

for what you did to my father.

Get down.

MAN: Who is this kid that someone

would k*ll six people to find him?

[JAZZ MUSIC]

I worked for Gabrielle LaVarone.

Oh. As what? As a gardener?

More like her housekeeper.

Tell me your name again.

Samuel Spade.

Ah.

How ridiculous.

My mother liked it.

A whore, no doubt.

Maybe we'll leave my mother out of this

and focus on you and me.

Yes.

You and me and this kid, then,

the one that's supposedly mine.

This has nothing to do with her.

Okay. So, do tell me,

what keeps you on Le Trou?

- Le what?

- Le Trou.

The hole, this place.

You stay here long enough,

you'll see how inevitable the name is.

I can see that just by

looking out of the window.

Mm.

But you don't see everything.

Meaning?

Sometimes, when the sun is just so

you stand at the top and you look down

and the river and the houses

are all gone, disappeared.

One day when I was a child,

the darkness was so thick

that I rode with my boat

right over to La Cascade.

I miss that boat.

I would row in the river every day.

You understand what I'm saying?

Not really, but then I

was too busy wondering

what day you might

finish talking to listen.

Mm. I speak in metaphor.

So all that yap about

shadows and waterfalls

is really about your unhappy childhood.

Ah

You Americans understand nothing.

f*ck a Frenchwoman

in a French bed and

you'll learn all you need to know.

I don't think you and I are

having the same conversation.

Of course we are.

Then you're either really dumb

or you're trying to provoke me,

which also makes you really dumb.

Or you're just what

everybody says you are.

Handsome? Devil-may-care?

Whatever you are and whatever

you want me to think you are,

you're not drunk, you're not bored,

and you're not at all interesting.

So you can knock off the bug act

and listen to what I have to say.

I promise to be quick so you

can get back to your sulking

and I can get back to the States,

where people don't butter

their f*cking fruit.

[LAUGHS]

You're just an American private copper,

which in France, gives you

about the same legal authority

as a rat catcher.

In my case, the two jobs

are one and the same.

- [MUSIC ENDS]

- [CROWD APPLAUDING]

Relax, I'm not gonna sh**t you.

That's 500,000 francs.

[SCOFFS] 500,000?

- That's a lot of francs.

- A whole lot.

What am I supposed to do with it?

Buy yourself a new boat

and row yourself the f*ck out of here.

Where would I go?

I hear Norway needs more assholes.

I grew up here.

I still have great love for Bozouls.

Sadly, one that's unrequited.

What about the others?

The neighbors whom I care so much about?

What about 'em?

Will they also bring me envelopes?

No, they will not.

Consider this a gift from

everyone on your little list.

This is the grand total

of what you're gonna get.

And what if I choose to stay?

The bottom of that

hole is a long way down.

Metaphorically speaking.

I'm not a man to be threatened.

If you think I'm threatening you,

then whosever that it

was taught you English

didn't know a thr*at from a promise.

Please [CLEARS THROAT]

convey my "No, thank you" to

Madame LaVarone and all the carrots.

I've asked for what I deserve

and will accept nothing less.

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYS]

Philippe

you're not the worst I've dealt with,

not by a country mile.

- I just want you to know that.

- Mm.

Good luck with finding

a home for the girl,

Mr. Spade. [CHUCKLES]

[JAZZ MUSIC CONTINUES]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS]

[MUFFLED CHATTERING]

[KEYS JANGLING]

[DISHES CLINKING]

- As-salamu alaykum.

- [ALL] Wa-Alaikum-Salaam.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

[VEHICLE RUMBLING]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[DOOR RATTLES]

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

No.

[DOOR THUDS SHUT]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

SPADE: The point of the story is

he wasn't sorry for

walking out on his life.

That seemed reasonable enough to him.

After all, a man's nearly

k*lled by a falling beam,

makes him stop and think.

Usually the first thing

that comes to mind is run.

But years later, when I saw

him with his second wife,

he couldn't see how he'd settled back

into the exact same

life he'd run away from.

And I bet that's the part

of the story you like best.

The man adjusted

himself to beams falling

and when no more of them fell,

he adjusted himself to them not falling.

You're very smart for someone so rich.

[LAUGHS]

I guess I'm lucky there's so

little construction in Bozouls.

Because I think what

you're really telling me

is that you might, without

warning, leave me at any moment.

I'm telling you it's possible.

Well, we have something in common, then.

Only, I'm certain that I'd leave you.

I'm also certain that I

won't be much of a wife

or be able to commit to anything

beyond the end of the day.

The word forever being perhaps

the most absurd of all words.

To me, at least.

You're ill.

You can see that?

Not at all. Philippe told me.

At the airport, right before

I put him on the plane.

I thought he had to be lying,

because, of course, the

last thing you look is ill.

That's because I'm not.

At least not at the moment, anyway.

I was, not that long ago.

But I b*at it.

Or so they like to tell you.

So I might leave you one day.

- You might leave me one day.

- Mm.

Sounds like every love

story I've ever heard.

[CHUCKLES]

[TENDER MUSIC]

[CAR HORN HONKS]

We got a meeting with the

bishop at four o'clock.

Why?

Six dead monks, if I had to guess.

Want to come along?

As long as no one asks me to confess.

[ENGINE REVVING]

[CAR RUMBLING]

Lovely day for a swim, eh?

Ah!

What do you think?

- Nice frame.

- Ah. Thank you.

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

Uh, I thought I'd surprise

him and hang the painting.

There is a perfect spot in the library.

Right then. Thank you.

Oui.

[HELENA MUTTERS]

[MOTORCYCLE RUMBLING]

[RAIN PATTERING]

Hey!

No?

- [ITEMS CLATTER]

- [EXCLAIMS]

Oui.

[GROANS, CHUCKLES]

[BELL TOLLS]

PATRICE: My confirmation

name is Sebastian.

Every other boy chose Jean or Marc.

But I chose Sebastian.

I said they were Cupid's arrows.

I was trying to be ironic.

Not easy to do at age 12.

Maurice

[DOOR CLICKS OPEN]

Samuel Spade.

- New York City.

- My condolences.

The monk. He's been found.

- Where?

- Inside the Rodez Cathedral.

Doing what, lighting a candle?

Bleeding, mostly. From a Kn*fe wound.

CLEMENT: Thank you.

The boy.

They want the boy.

To which boy do you refer, Mr. Spade?

The Church wants him.

They want him so bad

they'll overlook a few

dead nuns to get him.

Oh, Mr. Spade, now

even you can understand

that there's matters of Church

and there's matters of State.

A distinction the Church

makes only when it suits them.

I'll do my best and I'll

take that as an insult.

For some, the truth is an insult.

[CHUCKLES] You just seem

unable to help yourself.

You can wait as long as you want

for your back-flogging

friend to wake up,

but he's not gonna

be of much use to you.

He already lost the kid

before he took a blade to his kidney.

Mr. Spade, do you have

any specific information

- you want to share?

- I just did.

Let's go.

SPADE: Well, you kept

your cool, Patrice.

Please.

You may have not raised your voice,

but you still poked

him as hard as I did.

I just like to shake the

tree to see what falls out.

Except, my reckless American friend,

shake a Roman tree and you

get a face full of bird sh*t.

[DOOR CREAKS]

[DOOR BANGS SHUT]

Mr. Spade, Commandant.

The monk's name is Friar Angelo.

I believe that he was sent to Bozouls by

Agnes Omnipotence, it's

some secret society

Wait, there's a secret

society inside the Vatican?

- Yeah.

- Shocking.

[LAUGHS] Yeah. Who knew, right?

That's why they sent me here to help

ferret out all the fanatics.

As you can imagine, it hasn't

been going very easy for me.

Like finding a needle in a needle stack.

Look, I don't blame

you for not trusting me.

I really don't.

But you and me, we're on the same side.

If you follow.

[DOOR OPENS]

- [DOOR BANGS SHUT]

- Okay.

So we can now add the Americans

to the list of people

that were chasing the kid.

["JE ME DONNE À QUI ME PLAÎT"

BY BRIGITTE BARDOT PLAYS]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[TERESA SINGS ALONG]

A little loud, don't you think?

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SWITCH CLICKS, MUSIC STOPS]

What are you doing?

I need something to wear,

so I thought I'd see if any of

Gabrielle's things would fit.

[BIRDS AND CICADAS CHIRPING]

This was your room before.

Our room, yes.

Why don't you sleep in here anymore?

I never liked the view. I

prefer to see the sunset.

Did you buy her this dress?

Gabrielle didn't need

me for things like that.

Ah, she had exquisite taste.

In everything but men.

How come there are no photographs

of Gabrielle's first husband?

The marriage ended badly.

- Did he b*at her?

- Her, no.

Okay, let's play a game, you and I.

It's called, "I won't lie to Sam."

Doesn't sound like much fun.

And the rules are I ask you a question

and you answer without lying,

if that's even possible.

How does one win this game?

Well, that's the thing, you

can't win, you can only lose.

- What do I lose?

- Your self-respect.

Question number one.

Did Philippe tell you

where the boy came from?

Algeria.

- Anything more specific, a town?

- No.

Papa said the boy was

rich, or his family was.

- See how easy this is?

- You're not a nice person.

I like to think I grow on people.

Question number two. Did

he mention a family name?

- No.

- Question three.

Did this rich family hire Philippe

to bring the kid over to France?

Not sure about that one.

Papa said he was being

paid to take care of him.

What, they hated the boy that much?

What?

Never mind. Question number four.

After leaving the boy at the convent,

did Philippe tell you

where he was going next?

- You already asked me that one.

- You already lied.

This is your sh*t at redemption.

I wasn't lying.

I don't know where he went.

[BIRDS CHIRPING, DOG BARKING]

He was coming back.

And you know this how?

Stop the fashion show and answer me.

I know that he's close by.

Why, because you're so important to him?

No, because Zaid is.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

[PAPER RUSTLES]

[PENCIL SCRATCHES]

[PENCIL SCRATCHES]

[BRAKES SCREECH]

[RESIDENTS TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[GENTLE PIANO MUSIC]

[SINGS IN FRENCH]

[ASHTRAY SMASHES]

[SPEAKING FRENCH]

[GENTLE PIANO MUSIC CONTINUES]

[BROKEN ASHTRAY CLATTERS]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[SINGING IN FRENCH]

[SAM COUGHS]

Take off your jacket and sit down.

- Oh, right.

- Katrine.

I need a favor.

Which I will listen to right

after I listen to your chest.

Audrey Saint-Andre is a

patient of yours, is she not?

Sit down.

Cough.

[COUGHS] Is she [COUGHS]

Did we not agree that

the smoking would stop?

Agree? No, you insisted, I equivocated,

told you what you wanted to hear.

I'm telling you, quit or die.

There's that adorable tenderness

you French are so famous for.

You prefer I b*at around the bush?

When me dying is on the table, yes.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

You've never struck me as a

man who yields to temptation.

Where is your famous willpower?

I try to quit. I just keep finding

cigarettes between my fingers.

Try harder.

I'm gonna have those words painted

on the ceiling of my bedroom.

Is Audrey a patient?

Everyone in this town is,

from birth to burial,

though in Audrey's case,

she was also my nurse

and quite a good one.

I'm sure she and her shotgun

had a terrific bedside manner.

Why are you curious about Audrey?

Is she due for an exam anytime soon?

No.

Can you come up with a reason

why you have to see her?

Why would I?

I need to find Philippe.

Knowing that jackal,

he has long since crept

into the underbrush.

Maybe, but if he were to hear

that something had happened to Teresa,

he might show himself.

Like what sort of something?

Like her being sh*t.

You want me to lie to his mother

to say that Teresa was hurt?

Not hurt, sh*t.

Hurt can mean anything

between stubbed her

toe and fell out of bed.

sh*t can only mean sh*t.

You presume Audrey cares about the girl.

I presume she speaks to her son.

And you presume he cares about the girl.

His reasons might not

be the most paternal,

but Philippe has a real

interest in keeping her healthy.

I will go to Audrey

and check her blood

pressure, which is very high.

And while I'm there,

perhaps the subject of

the girl will come up.

Be sure to subtly drop

into the conversation

that she's staying at my house.

I am always subtle.

Like a ball-peen hammer.

Sometimes what's best is

to keep the bodies buried.

Often death is the best

cure, often a relief.

They teach you that bit of

"deepitude" in medical school?

Buchenwald.

[CUSTOMERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Monsieur Spade

Oui.

[CAR REVS]

[CUSTOMERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

- Do you mind?

- I'm speaking to a lawyer.

Seriously, Jean-Pierre,

I prefer to be harassed

on a full stomach.

Gabrielle trusted me.

She believed in me.

That was before you stole from her.

That is only a sliver

of the whole truth.

[PLATE SCRAPES]

Try me.

When I was 16, I was in love with her.

A ridiculous thing to say, but I was.

Not ridiculous at all.

Not when we're talking about Gabrielle.

But she was your aunt.

Not by blood. I called her aunt,

but Gabrielle and my

mother were close friends.

Only friends.

- She never told you this?

- No.

So, she never told you

that they met at Charenton?

The hospital? [COUGHS]

The asylum, where my mother was a cook

after she divorced my father.

Why was Gabrielle there?

She was admitted right

after Jacques d*ed.

You really didn't know this?

No, we never really

talked about Jacques,

apart from the fact that he was dead

and how he got that way.

She wasn't the same afterwards.

And now you're gonna tell me

you don't think she

was in her right mind

when she made her will.

The possibility, my lawyer says.

Which is legalese for "tough to prove,"

especially since Jacques d*ed

eight years before I even got here.

[PLATES AND CUTLERY CLATTERING]

I was on leave,

glad to be back in Bozouls,

excited to see Gabrielle,

but there you were, living in her house.

She wasn't the same with me.

Bullshit. I don't buy that you came home

and got so jealous of me

that you stole from her.

I needed the money to get

myself out of the army.

I was desperate not wanting

to go back and fight.

Philippe knew a colonel

who, for a price,

could get me discharged.

That sounds like Philippe,

helping out a childhood pal for a price.

But you didn't have to

steal from Gabrielle.

She would've given you

whatever you needed.

She also would've

forgiven me for my mistake,

one I have paid for.

Then don't make another one.

You have a wife at home

who is trying to find a way back to you.

That's something.

No, Marguerite has moved on.

She doesn't want to admit that,

she doesn't want to hurt me,

but she doesn't feel the same as I do.

So, I must go away.

But not before I can make sure

my wife is taken care of by me.

So, this is all just for her?

For both of us.

You must be drunk if you think

I'm just gonna hand

over the vineyard to you.

Ha, that's not the kind of man you are.

In fact, when I first saw

Gabrielle in your arms,

- I thought someone like you

- Someone like me, what?

Couldn't really love

someone like Gabrielle?

The other way around.

Look, Spade, I just want

to know my rights and

You don't have any.

If I have none, I will

accept that I have lost.

I will leave Bozouls.

But at least I will know what is true

instead of simply

accepting your version.

And if you do have a legitimate claim?

I will ask that you give me a fair price

and I will still leave.

[COUGHING]

[DOG BARKS]

I'm not gonna fight you anymore.

If I want you dead, I just have to wait.

And, from what I can see,

the wait won't be long.

[PLATE SCRAPES]

Bon appétit.

[CUSTOMERS TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

[CHURCH BELL TOLLS]

["LA VALSE A MILLE TEMPS" BY

JACQUES BREL PLAYS ON PHONOGRAPH]

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Simon?

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[BOTTLES CLINKING]

- No.

- Mm-hmm.

[MUSIC CONTINUES]

[SWITCH CLICKS, MUSIC STOPS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

I remember meeting you.

We were in a room that was very hot.

I was dizzy and could barely breathe

but you wouldn't look at me.

After that, all of a sudden,

I was on an airplane next to you.

Istanbul is pretty

hot that time of year.

What was I doing there?

Only your mother can

fill you in on that.

All I was told is where to find you.

The money in my trust fund,

how did she have so much?

Your mother had a nose for antiques.

My father?

He had a nose for people's weaknesses.

- He stole the antiques?

- And worse.

I hope he never comes back.

Well, that's a swerve in attitude.

I wanna live here.

With your own Coke and a

bottomless bottle of brandy?

Who could blame you?

I wanna live here with you.

That's an even bigger swerve.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Atta girl.

Give me your best of

outlook, don't say a word,

and maybe I'll fall for this bullshit.

Why should I say anything?

You don't believe me when I do.

That's because you lie the way

other people blink or inhale.

It's a*t*matic.

And I'm afraid, when the convent

reopens, you're going back.

- No, I won't.

- You don't have a choice.

- When I'm 18, I will.

- But you're not 18.

When I get that money,

I'm leaving this stupid little town.

If that's what you want.

Maybe I'll go back to San Francisco

and find out a few of your secrets.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Hello?

PHILIPPE: Somebody

took a sh*t at Teresa?

Philippe?

I had nothing to do with that.

No, but you pulled

her into your bullshit.

Is the boy with you?

You want to have a real conversation?

Knock on my door.

Nine o'clock, the cemetery.

The cemetery? Are you f*cking kidding?

[LINE DISCONNECTS, DIAL TONE]

[OMINOUS ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

[DOOR CLICKS]

[GENTLE TRUMPET AND ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

[g*n CLICKS]

[TRUMPET AND ORCHESTRAL MUSIC CONTINUES]

[FOOTSTEPS THUDDING]

[DOOR THUDS]

["J'SUIS D'ACCORD" BY FRANCOISE

HARDY PLAYS ON PHONOGRAPH]

[CAR REVS]

[DOG BARKING]

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

[CICADAS CHIRPING]

[CATS SQUABBLING]

[UNDERGROWTH RUSTLING]

[ANIMAL BARKING]

[OWL HOOTING]

[CAR REVS]

[FOX HOWLS]

[CICADAS CHIRPING]

[MOTORBIKE REVS, BACKFIRES]

[SUSPENSEFUL GUITAR

AND ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

[CAR REVS]

[BRAKES SQUEALING]

[SUSPENSEFUL ORCHESTRAL

MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

[SNORING]

[SAM PANTING]

[SUSPENSEFUL VIOLIN MUSIC]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[g*n CLICKS]

[DRAMATIC ORCHESTRAL MUSIC]

[SIGHS]

[CORK PLOPS]

You missed your chance

to sh**t me.

Oh

it's no Van Gogh, but it's not that bad.

Gabrielle would have.

If this is about your raise

[SAM GULPS AND SIGHS]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

[LOUD THUD]

Helena?

Someone's in the house.

SAM: Helena?

[HAND THUMPS, SAM GRUNTS]

[SAM GRUNTS]

[THUDDING]

[SAM GRUNTING]

Ah!

[OBJECTS CLATTERING]

[CHOKING AND GRUNTING]

Ah.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[DOOR OPENS]

[FLOORBOARDS CREAKING]

The girl.

Sit. We're not to intervene.

[SAM AND ASSAILANT SCUFFLING]

TERESA: [SCREAMS] Mr. Spade!

[g*n FIRES]

♪

♪

♪

I'm gonna ask you some questions,

and every time you don't answer,

I'm going to kick you in the head.

- Sound good?

- [GRUNTS]

I'm so glad you could

join us for a meal.

After what I saw floating in your pool,

I'm a bit twitchy.

- Just glad I could help.

- SAM: Knock it off,

and tell me what's going on.

CYNTHIA: We all pretend, Mr. Spade.

- [g*nsh*t]

- SAM: You have many enemies.

- CYNTHIA: Did someone get lost?

- Apparently so.