The Depths (Les abysses)

Wait.

I won't.

Stop it, Michéle.

I'm waiting for you.

You'll pay for it. I want you to.

I won't

I'm busy.

It's legal. I'm telling you it's legal.

Shall we go for the photocopy...

tomorrow?

You know I can't go alone.

Michéle, the photocopy.

She wanted to. It was she who wanted to.

They can't back out... It's legal.

First, come here.

That'll do, Michéle.

That'll do.

That's enough.

Stop, I beg you.

It was too much, Michele, my beauty, my beloved...

Give it back to me, you slut...

She thinks only of her own pleasure.

Give me back that brooch.

You disgust me.

It wasn't time for the chair.

It's over. I won't obey you any more.

You're just a slut.

Everything's still to be clone...

and we don't even know what day it is.

It's true they can't do anything, isn't it?

We've only got to go for the photocopy.

Won't you, Michéle?

Look at me.

Michéle, I beg your pardon.

She was so brave.

She stood up on her hind legs.

Be quiet.

After darkness comes dawn...

But night wanted to last. She jabbed...

Then dawn came...

and she went to sleep,

bleeding, on the soft grass.

And then the wolf ate her.

And then, after the wolf ate her?

You know it, you know you bothered me,

You slut. And you are...

You want another?

What will they say about us?

That everything is in extreme disorder.

Be quiet.

Don't tempt me.

Come here.

What's wrong? What did I say?

I said everything's in extreme disorder.

Come and see,

come to the kitchen, things are all over the floor.

Go on, hit me.

Go on, hit me, you brute.

Instead of our being paid.

No pay for three years.

Why should Madame pay us,

since everything's a mess?

And what do we do about Mademoiselle,

after what she's done for us?

You idiot.

Whereas we could have had the photocopy.

You swine.

They're quite right.

How could anyone say they were wrong?

Who was it who was unbearable?

Monsieur and Madame are better then their servants say they are.

Monsieur and Madame are nice, when they want to be.

They do have many good qualities.

They're thirsty for virtue, so they drown themselves in wine.

The masters have their reasons.

Madame is penniless.

It's true. She doesn't own anything.

Shut up.

Monsieur's a smooth talker.

Monsieur talks drivel.

So do you. Keep quiet.

Yet it's true. He's not so bad.

He's not. And Madame has style.

Enough already...

Come tomorrow and we'll be saved.

Why not?

I'll come.

And meanwhile you'll start cleaning up a little.

What are you saying?

You want to leave me alone?

Say you won't.

What's under the sink?

Two full rubbish-bins,

a broken clock, knives and forks,

paper, cans, pans, plates...

- What's in the closets? - Everything's outside.

We should have begun sooner.

Start in the kitchen.

- I'll do the bedroom. - I won't go to the kitchen.

For once you'll go without me.

That's an order.

Cow.

I want to visit the house one last time...

alone...

to see what I'll never see again...

what our life has been...

the days of our life.

I beg you.

They're not wrong.

Monsieur is nice, Madame's not at all bad.

No, no, Michéle. Tell me what you want.

Shall I start again?

What they want is legitimate. Anyone would do the same.

- You hear? - Be quiet.

Don't leave me.

Didn't you lock up the chickens?

Go on, go on, little brat.

You locked them up They've all laid.

Go get the eggs, slut.

Still, they can't kill each other.

They can't, since Elisabeth signed.

The chickens now belong to us.

They can't.

You've got to have confidence.

You must believe in your sister.

They'll pay the arrears.

They'll pay-

- They'll be able to pay. - They won't be able to.

How often have they already fired us?

No, be quiet.

The old lady's shrewd.

Mademoiselle and her husband will make up.

Business is business.

Then I'll beg Madame.

You hear? I'll beg her.

The crackling gravel,

footsteps on the stairs,

and the ditches,

the soft grass.

We'll sleep in the ditches.

We'll stay together.

Calm down, Michéle.

Where's the letter?

In the desk?

The official letter about the deed...

You1lsee, they won't be able to sell.

What if they didn't come back?

Maybe they'll have an accident.

Please... I want you to get better.

What do people call a letter that doesn't arrive?

When there's proof it was sent

and didn't get there?

It's called a letter that went astray.

Come and look at the fog.

You know it's foggy at night in October.

Did you see how milky the moon was?

The birds all sleep in the fog.

But, Michele, when it happens on purpose,

because it was stolen,

when there's proof it was stolen?

What I am saying is very serious.

I know...

I know exactly what it's called.

It's called tampering with the mail.

Isn't it odd Mademoiselle went with them?

Perhaps it was to reunite her and Philippe?

Possibly.

It wasn't right of Mademoiselle

to go see her ex-husband.

He's been trying hard to arrange things.

But the letter I tore up before,

the official letter,

it was signed by the notary. His address was written by hand,

no letterhead.

A notary's letter

without anything printed on it.

What do you think of that?

It's impossible.

There they are.

There was no way of my doing otherwise.

Who of us can swear unmixed devotion?

And are we sure such devotion is only for the good of others?

So I'm staying, yes, I'm staying.

I'm not staying only because of you.

In any case, I'm staying,

for my parents' sake and yours.

I'm giving up my personal plans.

I was deeply shocked, disappointed.

It's serious to commit oneself body and soul.

I prefer to think it's all over between him and me.

You know that you mean a lot to me

and that I desire your welfare.

How are you?

She looks a bit pale.

Now I know. I'm happy, happy no longer to be wrong.

And so now I'm back.

My dear trees and the whole setting of our life.

This house.

My big drawing-room and the piano...

I'm going straight to that faithful friend.