Le Locataire

Quiet, Mirza.
Mirza, quiet now.

Afternoon, madame.
- Yes, what is it?
- I'm sorry to bother you.

I was told about an apartment.
This is the right building
though, isn't it?

Who told you?
A friend of mine.
Uh, well, a relation, actually.
- The door.
- Sorry.

I gather it's a small
two-room apartment.

Think that's all I got to do?
Some people think a concierge
is a slave.

Not me, not me, I assure you.
Would it be more convenient
if I came back later?

Anyway, you have to
speak with Monsieur Zy.

- I can only show the apartment.
- I don't want to be a nuisance...

but if it were at all possible...
and if I might offer you some...
small compensation for your
trouble which is only reasonable.