L'entraîneuse (1939) - full transcript

NIGHTCLUB HOSTESS

Speech, speech!

Dear friends,

in spite of the heat
of this oppressive July,

you have delayed your vacations

that you have deserved so richly,

remaining in Paris

to fete the President
of your board of directors.

I'm touched and thank you for this.

At the end of a particularly
successful managerial year,

we celebrate not so much our profits
as the friendship that unites us,



that unites all members of our board

and our board to all our workers.

In the work of art
you have given me,

I like to see the symbol
of professional integrity

triumphing over all obstacles.

My friends, I raise my glass

to the prosperity
of the French footwear industry...

I ask you...
Speeches in this heat.

I can't wait to go to the countryside.

Obviously,
nobody's going to be out dancing.

Couldn't they have let us off
a day earlier?

If you're still hoping for graciousness
from a dive like this...

"Closing tomorrow for renovation.

Re-opening in 15 days."



Is anyone in the gaming room?

It's not a big crowd, Mr. de Lormel
but the game has started.

Well, the Good Lord's about to kick off.

Yes, but it won't bring
the crowds flocking in.

Mr. de Lormel, your seat is No.1.
- Thanks.

You'll receive you hand shortly, sir.
- Call Suzy, would you?

Suzy?
I'll see if she's here, sir.

Well, good evening.
- Seat No.1? With Suzy's backing?

You planning something big?
- The worst, I won't hide it.

125 louis au banco.
- Banco of 125 louis.

Half with you?
- Ah no, forgive me.

But when Suzy's here, whatever you like.
- Then banco just for me.

Since it's the last evening,
not too many sandwiches.

We can't sell them tomorrow.

Anyone seen Suzy?

... you know,
that doesn't thrill me much...

Are you going by car?
- Yes, of course.

What make is the motor?
- Oh me and car makes, you know...

All I know is that it's red
and has a grey leather interior.

Suzy is wanted in the gaming room.

She's cleaning her dress...

and may I remind you,
you're not allowed in here.

Oh don't fret... who hasn't seen
your ass around here?

And you're not going anywhere?
- No, I'm staying in Paris.

Robert had promised me,
but it hasn't worked out.

Everyone will be leaving except you.

When there's two of you...

You must come and see me
in my little house.

A few pennies at a time,
it took time to pay off

but now it's all mine.

And now I can receive people.

People... that might interest
a doll like you.

Have you finished playing the pimp?

She needs to take a deep breath,
this kid.

I could tell you about somewhere good.

I'm broke, old bean.

But at Rocagne-sur-mer
we live for practically nothing

with a large forest
close to the sea.

Where there are trees,
it's always muggy.

Is Rocagne where you're going?
- Oh, I have to sing, me.

And plus, when it's a place
you went as a child it's nice,

but when you loved someone there,
it's best not to go back.

Suzy, de Lormel's asking for you
in the game. Try to hurry up.

Okay, I'll be right there.

There, now the stain won't show.
- Thanks, Mrs. Courtois

And if sometime you need 200F,
feel free to call me.

Say, can't you leave them alone
now you have your own place?

I haven't paid for central heating yet.

Do you know how much that is?

Customers may be scarce,

but the price is always the same.

I apologise for bothering you again
with my superstitions.

I realise that standing behind my chair

can't be much fun for you.
- Oh you know...

... dancing with sweaty guys,

telling you their life stories,

it's even less fun.

Unfortunately,
it's what they pay me for.

Ah, no...
you can go after my first hand.

The tricky bit, you see,
is to attract luck.

This doesn't work every time.
- That's because you lack faith.

The faith that moves mountains...
and brings wins in banco.

Places please,
the game continues.

You'll see...

50 louis in the bank.
- Banco.

And 8.

9.

Faith, kiddo.

Empty your glass!
You're on in 5 minutes, come on!

Sing for
these three clodhoppers, really?!

Do I pay you to sing,
or to get drunk?

It'll only irritate
those two cracking jokes

and the other one
who's trying to sleep things off.

I get the impression our president's
celebrated French footwear a bit too much.

To get him back on track, a little woman
might do the trick better than us.

Okay then, let's have a stroll
to the gaming room.

In front of us,
he'll try to retain his dignity.

Although I could tell you
a thing or two...

My dear president, may we be
permitted a few games of banco?

Erm... Yes, go ahead...
don't be too long.

Time enough to lose 100 louis.
- And for me to win them from him.

In the absence of those gentlemen,
I could keep you company.

I'm sorry, Miss,
it's not something I usually do.

Not something he usually does...
because we were there

and he didn't dare.

Once we close the curtain,
the president will be 15 years younger.

You know, I'd like to see that.

Nothing could be easier.

Here, look up there.

That babe,
she's just his type.

Miss,
we have a friend who's all alone.

The table opposite, over there.

You'll definitely appeal to him...

but don't tell him we sent you.

Gotcha.

He'll look her up and down
several times,

then he'll remember us
and check we aren't about.

He invited her.

I used to think
he was one of the inconsolable widowers.

Don't you know that they're the sort
that lays on the biggest parties?

I wanted to sit at his table,
he blew me off.

And then he invites Suzy.
I'm better than her.

For all that, he looks interested...

And tonight they feted me.

Hearing their praise,

you discover that you're misunderstood.

A woman would have found...
the right words.

The attention, the warmth...

My wife is dead.

You wouldn't understand.
- I understand perfectly.

Some more champagne?
- I'd like that.

I was putting off going home...

... I was so afraid
of my empty apartment.

And the end of an evening
that was looking so grim

is suddenly full of promise.

And I am certain...

... that you keep your promises.

Don't talk so loudly,
Fréhel's about to sing.

# In this bistrot, by the locks #

# I serve drinks to the seafarers. #

# I sing too for the nighthawks #

# Words that appeal to philanderers... #

You know what would be nice?

When my friends leave,
I'll have to go with them.

I'll split from them
at the street corner and

I'll wait for you there.

Sorry,
a friend is collecting me.

But we can drink another bottle.

Let's take it somewhere else.
Wherever you like.

I could so easily make you happy...

...and you could so easily
do the same for me.

You would be my holiday

and the little things
that you lack

would be mine to get you.

There's nothing I'd like more
... but I can't.

#... This is my life forever more. #

You just got on one vast
and improbable roll!

I'm sorry that my luck
worked against you.

You regret it, perhaps?
- To be honest, I'm rather glad.

Here, your friends are coming back.

Then, miss, we have nothing more
to say to each other.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

Well, gentlemen,
did lady luck favour you?

Yes, fleeced.
- Washed out.

Charming place...

Truly we'd have been better off
going straight home to bed.

Waiter.

You know, after you left
my luck continued.

I definitely owe it to you.
- Oh no. - Yes.

Mind if I open your bag?
- Listen, you don't owe me anything.

I don't owe you anything,
but it makes me happy to give it to you.

Because you're a nice little girl

who needs to buy lots of things
before departing for her holiday.

The only thing is
I'm remaining in Paris.

What?
Your Robert isn't taking you somewhere?

It's not his fault.

Look, I don't want it to seem
like I'm bad-mouthing him

but you could do a lot better.

There was no reason we got together,

there's none either for us to part.

He's a good sort, plus...

Here.

This 3000F won't get you two very far,

but I'd be happy to imagine

that you'll get some happiness on me.

Good evening.

Good evening.
- Gentlemen.

It's amazing how friendly people can be

who've just given you 20 notes.

Really... I can't find the words
to thank you.

Then don't look.

Show me your eyes are smiling.

There, we're quits.

You want a lift home?

No.
- Why?

No,
Robert's coming to get me.

Okay, goodbye then, Suzy.

Look,

the two of us being miserable together
would be no consolation to anyone.

Therefore I jumped at the chance
and I depart in an hour.

Whatever, it's pretty thoughtless.

Maybe we're married
and I hadn't realised...

One of us has found a way to go,
and if it had been you

you wouldn't have had a problem
with it instead of sulking like this.

I thought we'd be spending
the holidays together

so... it takes time to get used to this.

You know, I'm something of a joker,
you've no sense of humour

so this couldn't have lasted.

You're right.
It's much better that we split up.

Couples that don't make each other
happy, they shouldn't persist.

You make it sound so wonderful.

Little Fernand and Big Charles
told you it wasn't working out

by sending you flowers
or chocolate drops?

Since I'm in agreement,
no need to rake over all that.

Don't worry about me.

In one of these departing trains,
there'll be a place for me.

I'd rather we parted as friends.

Good luck.

Pavillon des (??), the best place around.
Sam and his orchestra.

Hôtel du casino...
afternoon sensations... 210 rooms...

Miss... what you're looking for
is just the opposite

of what these men are touting,
isn't it?

That's right, yes.

My sort of customer,
I recognise them at once.

I want an inexpensive boarding house.

Yes, gotcha. Climb up.

Careful, it's a bit tricky.
There.

We won't go too fast.
Toby is as thirsty as Raymond.

Raymond?
- Yes, I'm Raymond, Toby's the horse.

If you will, Toby...

He's a good animal,
he just needs asking politely.

I don't know where
you're taking me.

Where I'm taking you?
Not far, to a baroness.

Last winter,
in the same week she lost

the baron and her fortune.

As a result, she turned her château
into a boarding house.

Oh, nothing but good people there.

I select them.

It's the life of Reilly, let me
tell you... real family living.

Except for the bill they give you
on Saturday, it's like being a guest.

Mind if we stop?
- Go ahead.

Just time for a quart of Vichy.
- I'm not thirsty, but be my guest.

Keep an eye on Toby, eh?
- Yes.

A good stiff Pernod.

Coming right up,
the waiter'll be there.

How much?
- 192 smackers since last night.

And you didn't want
my slot machines...

These things always lead to trouble.

Why?
Don't I seem serious?

But if it's a problem, I can find them
another home, you know.

The Cyrano's been asking
for one for a month.

And I can't furnish them one, so...
- Hold on...

The customers keep playing
and slide in another 20.

Tell me about it.

You know, I can't carry this around
like that.

Well, fetch me a nice note.

Here.

You're not swindling me?
- No, I'm not swindling you.

You tell your maid
to tidy my room upstairs.

I might bring someone back...
You never know. - Will do.

Good hunting.
- Thanks, landlord.

May I?
- Please do.

What the hell are you doing up there?
- I'm here to rest.

Your dive has gone bust?

No, it's too hot
so they've closed for 15 days.

Robert's not here?
- He's in Paris.

Well, send him my best wishes.

And tell him I've found a gold mine.

Ten slot machines in the local bistros,
can you believe it?.

By the way I'm lodging here,
if you want to see me.

Goodbye then, Suzy.

Goodbye.

We'll be late for dinner.

That quart of Vichy hit the spot.

I have to be careful,
I've a sensitive liver.

If you will, Toby... Let's go.

A river... of southern Africa
in 7 letters with an I at the end.

You can't keep bothering us with this!
- Lucienne!

I've already asked you
to mind how you talk,

and you might give it a rest,
at least during meals.

Ignorant like you are,

I don't see how
you get any fun out of that.

Since you're so clever,
tell me this river.

The Zambezi.
- The Zambezi...

Strike a light, that's it.

Fine,
at least there'll be no more talk of it.

Ah, there you are,
as the meal's ending.

This is good manners.

Excuse me, auntie,
an interminable game of tennis.

He's such a klutz.
He always gets the broken chair.

You'll pay for that.

Your mockery gets wearisome
after a while.

I'm starting to regret
asking you here.

Auntie, if you don't recognise
you don't mean what you say,

I'll swallow my knife.

And I beg you
to show good table manners.

Right, I'm swallowing it.

André, come on!

How did he do that?
- I know the trick.

If you continue,
I'm quitting the table.

You're always saying this, and always
stay because you're having most fun.

Of course I'm having fun,

but keep it within reason, children.

Look out,
the captain is preparing his drops.

Not this stupid joke again!

- ... 5... 6...
- ... 9... 12... 24...

Captain, I'm sorry once again.
I apologise.

It was you, Madam,
who made me lose track!

Oh yes, not them. I'm used to them
but your voice surprised me.

Don't blame them.

All the drops in the world
won't do me as much good

as the vicinity of their youth.

Let's raise our glasses
to the digestion of Captain Loiseau.

Well said, Jean.

He poured me vinegar! I'll get you!
- If you can!

I'll bring you his hide!
- You have to catch me first.

Madam...

Come with me, my child.

She's some looker...
- Who? The baroness?

Moron!
- Who's a moron!?

My dear captain,
I'm short of places

and would you accept
at your table

this delightful child
who is newly arrived?

Miss...
- Miss Michelet.

The pleasure is all mine, miss.
- Many thanks, captain.

Was the dinner good, madam?
- Very nice.

Are you coming to dance, Pierre?

No, I don't dance...
Especially not with my sister.

Madam...
You forgot your handbag.

Very kind of you, miss.

I'm sorry I can't keep you company,
miss,

but after meals
I need to take a short stroll.

If you can find something
among all this that suits you...

Liver... kidneys...

The spleen... Excellent
for the spleen... don't be shy.

At my age, one doesn't give flowers
but pharmaceutical products.

Bon appétit, miss.
- Thank you, sir.

Look out, lads!

Did you bring the new arrival?
- Yes.

You know her name?

I knew she'd spark your interest.

Is she on her own?...
- Has she come from Paris?

Yes, she's come from Paris.
She is alone.

And her first name starts with an S.

Simone? - Solange?
- No...

Sidonie.

Before getting too carried away,
we should have another look.

We'll look like two idiots.

Let's pretend to be looking
for Aunt Louise's handbag.

She's always losing it.

Well?

Did she tell you
where she left it?

She usually hangs it
on her chair.

I can't see anything.

Well, try under the table.

Why don't you do it yourself?

We weren't mistaken.

In the process, we look like two nuts...
- Get away.

Pardon, miss, you haven't noticed
a black handbag?

Our aunt's bag. - She forgot it...
- And we're searching.

A handbag with a silver zip?
- That's it.

Well, I just remarked to your aunt
that she'd forgotten it.

Therefore you need look no further.
It's under her arm.

Then excuse us.
- Please.

Madam, mummy is waiting for bridge.
- I'll be right there.

Pierre, there's talk of going
to the village in a group.

Do you want to come with us?

No, I'm reading something fascinating.

You could read it later.
- No, I want to read it now.

I could stay here, if you'd rather.
We could dance.

My dear Fanny,
I very grateful to you

for always offering me distractions

I can assure you,
I'm not bored.

Pierre... why won't you flirt
with me?

Fanny,
why don't people like spinach?

All the young men are courting me.

You won't even look at me.

Why?

The same answer... spinach.

Very well... don't partake.

Excuse me.
- I beg your pardon.

Madame, sorry to disturb you,
do you have a book I could borrow?

Nothing could be simpler.

They're arranged alphabetically
by author's name.

Could you recommend something?

Do you know "Serge Panine"
by Georges Ohnet?

The most beautiful book ever written.
Full of truths.

I'm wanted for a game of bridge.
Find it under O.

Miss, would you do something
that would make me very happy?

If I can.

It's very simple...

Pardon.

... leave this book alone.

It's not by a good author?

The baroness maintains her kitchen
better than her library.

I don't know what to recommend.

I've read very little.
- But you like reading?

I think I do.
- You're not sure?

I ought to tell you
that I've never read a book.

This can't be.

Serials in the papers,
magazines at the hairdressers but...

...never a real book.

You realise
this is a disturbing confession.

It's a bit daft really.

I'm so taken aback

because I've read so much
in the last ten years.

It's my greatest pleasure.

Then you shouldn't have any problem
recommending something.

I'll be surprised to find here
any of the books I like.

The poet is making his sales' pitch.

You think that babe's attractive?
- Very much.

It's a strange kind of person
that turns people's heads like this.

She must be having fun...
French literature in 15 lessons.

I'll show my devotion by rescuing her.

When she blows you off,
I'll appear and carry her off.

You poor sap...

All these books are hopeless.

But I'm not asking for much.

Excuse me miss,
would you grant me this dance?

No thank you, I don't dance.

Excuse me.

You don't dance?!
You don't read?!

You're lying to one of us.
- To that gentleman.

He's my cousin.
A bit daffy... but a good sort.

He's a big hit.
It's a tribute that he invited you.

So you can't find anything for me?
- No.

Miss, do you play ping-pong?
- No, I've never tried.

I'd be happy to show you.
- Well, not this evening.

Then some other time.

Another cousin.
Another good sort.

And it's another tribute
on his part.

Gallantry seems to run
in your family.

Take this book.

The one you're reading?
- Yes.

I'll happily lend it to you now.
- Why now?

Because you refused to go with Jean
and André to chat with me.

You're very kind.
I'll take care of it.

Good night.

Good night.

I like that young girl.

The three boys seem to agree.

I'd be happy to see her
join your gang.

A well-behaved friend
would do you a world of good.

She is most gracious,
that child.

She's going up.
Let's see which room she's in.

Why didn't you bring her along
instead of boring her senseless?

I thought you'd already invited her.

Don't worry,
I'm sure she now regrets it.

That's funny,
that's what I was about to tell you.

But how did she manage it, Lucienne?

She simply asked Suzanne
to accompany us.

Suzanne was very keen...

She said no to us.
- She said yes to Lucienne.

You don't understand women, you.

Is Pierre coming with us?
- I hope not.

Besides, his tyre is flat.

That wouldn't have been you
by any chance?

Look out, don't forget the key
for the sardine tin.

Can I help?
- Oh no, it's done.

Salt for the hard-boiled eggs.

And Pierre?

If I ask him to come with us,
he'll do a runner.

Just because I'm his sister.
Better if you go and get him.

I think it's miss who has
the best chance of getting him.

You want to try?
- Yes, okay. - Room 12.

Don't forget that this afternoon,
Suzanne is all mine.

I clear the decks to give you a chance,
and this evening it's you who goes AWOL.

That will be too late.
She'll be in love with me.

Come in.

What is it?

I'm washing.

We're going on a picnic.
- What's that?

We're cycling to the cape.
- Whatever.

Then you're not coming?

Thanks one again for
your good intentions,

but I prefer to stay here.

The others wanted me to insist.

Cycling's not my bag.
Picnics, no way.

Your delicious personality
and your delicious family

are starting to grate on me.

I'm not Fanny.
- Eh?

Oh, it's you.

Excuse me, I'll be right there.

I'll put on my dressing gown.

Fanny doubted she'd get a warm welcome
so she sent me instead.

So you're going cycling in the sun
and eating ant sandwiches?

Your sister kindly asked me along.

You didn't keep it long,
that look you had yesterday.

You're already one of the gang.

Can you blame me?
- Oh, it stands to reason.

Go play tennis,
go jump in a lake...

My cousins are much more fun
than me.

The only thing is my book...
you must give it back.

Oh, already?

Enjoy your 40 degrees in the shade,

giant spiders sneaking up on you,

and I ask once and for all

that the young society girls
leave me in peace.

Very well.
I've only two responses:

firstly, don't bare your fangs
on an empty stomach in the morning,

and secondly,
you have soap behind the ears.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

#... I wouldn't give my place
for the tea in China #

# I wouldn't give my place,
it's good and couldn't be finer. #

# All my troubles fade away,
hope is in my heart. #

# To all the people that sashay,
I cry I'm making a fresh start. #

# The best of fortune
could not make me happier #

# I'd refuse the moon,
I couldn't be snazzier... #

SECONDARY SCHOOL FOR BOYS

It amuses you, eh, ringing the bell
to summon the teacher?

It's our revenge.

I'd line up by order of size, but
it's not easy when it's just you.

I've brought something
that you'll like.

You shouldn't have, lad,
because I am going to yell at you.

What? On the day I bring you
a bottle of Pommard?!

Pommard!

Pommard is good stuff.
However I'm still going to yell at you.

Let's go up, there are fewer flies
in the classrooms.

Mr. Moreau!

I'm waiting for you in Room 3
for your History lesson.

Oh, what a drag!

Every time I come in here,
it troubles me a little.

Everywhere built for a crowd

is weird when it's empty.

Oh, the flies!

That where you're sitting?
- Oh yes, laddie.

For 37 years
I've had the honour of teaching,

and I've noticed that all one
has to do is sit behind a desk

for nobody to listen to you.

But today, when it would
be a pity if my words are lost,

I'm sitting myself here.

Here, uncork the Pommard.

Oh, but it's true
that something's amiss with you.

Dear boy, someone of your age

who prefers to every distraction
the company of a dodderer like me...

something's wrong.

It's concerning, even.

Every working day,
I urge youngsters to work

under the direction of (??)

But on days off,
I allow myself to speak honestly.

Well, everything they teach in schools
is a joke.

And everything I can teach you
is just to dumb you down.

Pour the Pommard.

But you're the only one
I find entertaining.

It's not usefulness bothers me,
simply the enjoyment of it.

But this is what's unnatural.

My boy, at your age, I knew
the fever of studiousness.

While others were out chasing women,

I spent my youth writing
about Goethe and about Plato,

something completely useless.

I failed at my vocation...

Thanks.

I failed to reach the heights...

And still I'm so poor that my August
is spent covering for the caretaker

and correcting the holiday homework
of the student Moreau,

that pitiful dunce they've assigned me.

None of that really bothers me.

What really hurts

is the thought of the women
I could have had,

and that I missed
because of those two wackos.

Your Pommard is good.

I'll give you the rest of the bottle
if you tell me:

"I won't be here tomorrow,
I'm meeting a girl I fancy."

"She may be a fool,
but she's driving me crazy."

"Your Plato and your Goethe,
they can go hang".

It's funny... because that is
what I was going to say...

...only more politely.

Oh, how happy you've made me!

How I envy you!

Well, here you are, Mr. Moreau!

As I was about to say...

I'd like to hear you list

the 6 main clauses
of the Treaty of Westphalia.

I don't know them, sir.

However you were playing ball
without a care in the world.

Mr. Moreau, you're a dunce.

And I'm sorry to have to tell you
once again,

that the future holds for you
some cruel disillusionments.

And you aren't getting out
of here until you know

Louis XIV like the back of your hand!

Notice to amateurs,
some ham sandwiches remain

as does the house speciality:
warm sardines.

Is there anything left to drink?
- The beer spilled in the cheese.

Don't mind, it was boiling hot.

You want a peach?
- Okay.

Throw it.

You want to share?
- No thanks.

I thought after lunch you're leaving us.
- I'll leave you to it.

Oh, he has to leave us already.
- Kids, I must take my leave.

Why are you going? - This isn't nice...
- It's a long story.

Don't forget, this evening
I'm taking you both to the Casino.

To the Casino?
- I'll tell you about it.

Can't you can stay with us?

We'll meet up later.

André, put the basket away,
it attracts the wasps.

Where's Jean going?

It's a rule we have...
no questions.

Everyone often goes their own way.
Besides, I've got to go too.

A boyfriend?

Someone I'm very keen on.

Only the boys have free run,
my aunt keeps close tabs on me.

Therefore I have to make arrangements
to meet him.

What are you plotting like that?

Isn't that your Romeo
tooting his horn?

Oh I'm sure when you have a car
like that, we'll hear your horn!

So, you get the idea...

As far as auntie's concerned,
we were together all afternoon, eh?

The things she makes us do!

Have you been waiting long?
- I've been honking for 5 minutes.

Come on, let's go.

Haven't you had enough of this spot
and all these snoring people?

Where else do you want to go?
- You'll see.

See.

It wasn't worth repairing,
they're leaving it to rot,

so without telling anyone,
I've taken it over and made it mine.

It's not so easy boarding your place.

Fortunately, otherwise I'd have
visitors like on the "Normandie".

Come on, jump!

The voyage begins.

The boats's not so bad,
just in dry dock.

Because we're at low tide.

We must be careful not to be trapped,
we couldn't get off.

Sit down.

I'll make you some coffee.
- No? You can do that?

Ah, wait until you taste this!

Say Freddy,
is my room tidy?

Not a sock in sight

and flowers on the mantelpiece.

Lend me your record player

with three records,
I don't care which ones.

Take it all upstairs and pour us
some of your absinthe, the real stuff.

Say, two sips of that

and she won't be able
to get up the stairs.

Don't you worry about that.

I beg your pardon,
I feared I'd be called from Paris.

I said I'm not here.

Nice of you to sacrifice your business.

You know me,
when I'm in love...

You're barely older than my brother.

When he needs 10F,
he has to ask daddy for them.

Whereas you...
- Oh yes, but I work hard!

Not that I'm complaining.

Here, try some of this.

Isn't it too strong?
- That's what you think...

... it's sweet as syrup.

It needs some sugar as well.

There.

I'm going to prepare it
properly for you.

You're really amazing.

It's a pity you don't trust me.

When I ask you to dinner,
it's impossible.

If I want to take you to the cinema,
you won't.

Oh no, this is unkind.

In my room upstairs,
I've a collection of great records,

with a first-class record player.

You want to come up and listen?
- No.

You see, every time it's no.

It's because it's always the same thing
you're asking me.

Young girls like you
are always seeing traps everywhere.

You think I don't know
how to conduct myself?

Can't I be nice without...
- Look, I'm not as dumb as you think.

I know very well where I'm going
and what I risk.

So, show a little patience.

We'll see later, at the Casino.

And then...
- Here, drink.

It's strong.

Number 34.

Red, even and pass.

Come on gentlemen, place your bets.
25 louis...

I've heard it's snobbish
to only like the really fancy joints.

Well, I admit it,
I like expensive things.

Luxury.

If I want to gain a lot of money,
it's so I can spend a lot.

Yes, but the difficult bit
is to gain it.

If I've come to the Casino,
it's because I need 1500F.

That won't get you very far.

Rockefeller started by shining shoes.

I need it to start me off.

If you agree to stand behind me,
I'm sure I can get them.

You'll win or you'll lose,
I'll have nothing to do with it.

No, there's a certain confidence
you can give me.

Yes, the faith that moves mountains...

4...

8.

Ah, at last!
Well, that's not bad!

You're going to make it up.
- I'm not so sure.

19 louis en banco, gentlemen.
- Shall I go for it?

Doesn't anyone want this banco
of 19 louis?

19 le banco...
- Banco.

8.

7.

What a jinx!
This is your fault too!

You couldn't have told me to stick, eh?!

Hey, that's Lucienne's boyfriend.

He doesn't seem too chuffed.

I didn't want to come to the Casino.

It was another one of your ideas.

It was so we could be together,
not to play.

Yes, to exchange pleasantries
and stare into each other's eyes, eh?

This is starting to bug me.

You well know
that unlucky in cards...

Oh, how nice you are
when we're all alone.

And with that,
I'm all cleaned out.

You wouldn't have 200 or 300F in there?

I didn't anticipate this.
I've got maybe 20F.

20F...

Well, that'll allow us a drink.

Barman.

Dealer passes.
- This place is free.

So you won't play some more?

I'm not a gambler.

I needed 1500F.
I've got it, it's over.

All that remains is to make a fortune.

Well, tomorrow morning, if you like,
you can come with me

and I'll show you
the project I'm working on.

And there too,
you'll bring me luck.

Come on, I owe Lucienne
and her boyfriend a whiskey.

No, listen, I'd rather not.

Why?
You know him?

No.

Five minutes.
Lucienne would be upset.

Marcel Giron...
Ms Suzanne Michelet.

Miss.

What'll you have, Lucienne?
- A whiskey. - Two whiskeys then.

You got a sudden yen
for cycling?

I thought peddling in the sun
wasn't your bag?

That depends.

Will you take a spin with me?
- Jean's already asked me.

Yeah, I see how it is...

You're the busy type. You must
be asked at least 8 days in advance.

Come swimming with us later.
- No.

I've already told you
what I think about such frolics.

Getting ready for the Tour de France?
- I've had it with all of you!

Don't get your knickers in a twist...

Shall we get going?

And when you meet him,
say hello for me to Victor Hugo.

SPARE PARTS
Sale - Purchase - Exchange

Follow me and be careful.

Some time ago,
I was looking for inspiration.

Passing here,
it suddenly struck me.

It's the only way
inspiration strikes.

It's a car graveyard.

It was a car graveyard,
because now it's mine.

You bought it?
- With what? No.

I offered the owner
to free him of all this.

He thought I was nuts and agreed.
- And what are you going to do with it?

Obviously when one brings one's car here
it's no good for anything

and I don't intend to fix
any of them,

but in all of them are things
that still function.

A headlight, a horn, a wheel.

Refurbished, I sell them...
at least I try to sell them.

And it's working out?

So far I've only sold one horn

but if you knew how happy
that 15F made me...

And this gentleman under the hood
is Gustave, my foreman.

The money I need
is mostly to pay him.

Hello, boss.

He thinks I'm a lunatic

but when he calls me "boss"
I feel like Daddy Ford.

Hello, Gustave.

For your money, talk to Accounts.

Are you on to something?

The motor...
maybe it can still run.

Did you hear that?
- I'm making no promises.

Try your best.
And if a client comes along, I'm here.

A client?
- Yes.

The guy who took the horn promised
he'd give us some publicity.

Over here is the workshop
and my temporary office.

Allow me to show you the way.

It's the real deal, eh?

The tools...
the table with my books...

and here's the merchandise.

It's marvelous,
you've got a good set-up.

But the most important thing, Suzanne,
I wanted to tell you it here.

All this money I want
and will have one day,

I don't want it for myself so much...

but for a woman who believed in me...

before my name
was written on the Eiffel Tower.

It seems to me any woman
would like such a hope.

But you...
would you like it?

The thing is, you've only sold one horn,
let me wait until you've sold a dozen.

Only eleven to go then.

With the publicity
that bloke will give me.

Is the motor running?
- Not a hope...

There's a client...
- You see, when you're with me...

It's the same client
as the other day.

He says the horn doesn't work,
so he wants his money back.

Only twelve to go.

Excuse me.

What are you doing?
- My job.

Oh no!

Enough of this!

Well, what would be a good time
we can clean your room?

You're always in here!

I've had enough of your appliances.
And I've seen enough of you already!

Don't you know it's beautiful outside?!

There are little birds singing

and maidens showing their legs.

What you can't grasp is some
prefer pen and paper to all that.

Me?

It doesn't impress me,
I think it's daft.

I know what comes next...

You're going to tell me
you don't mind scrubbing floors

and the only thing
that pains you in life

is the thought
of all the women you missed.

How did you know that?

The fifty-somethings' disc
is on repeat...

You think I haven't heard it before?

It's a pity you don't also know

the record of shy young people.

You'd enjoy that too.

You think I shut myself in here
out of shyness?

I saw you fixing your bike this morning.

Mr. Jean a carried off the doll

so you bury your nose
in your papers

and you die of boredom,
and you die of jealousy.

Me?
- Yes, you!

Instead of being on the beach
standing up for yourself,

showing that you're no more clumsy
than anyone else.

I don't make my conquests
in a swimming costume.

And why are you
getting involved anyway?

Do I give you advice
on the best feather duster?

If I told you to get lost,
how would you answer?

I'd answer that I put it
in the left-hand drawer.

What?

Your swimming costume.
- You're driving me crazy!

I'm a fool, okay,
a poor fool

but I can lock myself in here
to sleep and to stew if I like!

Get lost!
I'm not going!

I'm not going!

Say, what's that over there,
it wouldn't be the philosopher?

Spinoza has come for a dip!

Let's make him do "the submarine".

It's silly for friends to be formal,
can I use the informal?

Of course.

I've been wanting to tell you something

only all the formality got in the way.
Now I can.

Am I interrupting your chinwag?
- You might say that.

I didn't think you like sea-bathing.

There are jellyfish
and other things that touch you.

Your room is so cosy...
- You're right to tease him!

Well, get back in the water,
I'll show you how I can swim.

Go on,
we'll join you in a second.

Pierre, come here!
Fanny wants a spin in the pedalo.

I've a better idea
where I can place my foot!

Come on then,
if you're not scared..

You think I'm scared!

I hardly meet Marcel
before I have to leave him again.

Therefore this evening,
I've arranged to be free.

Where's he taking you?
- Nowhere. We'll talk at his.

So I can spend
the whole evening with him,

I need to say we were together.
Do you mind?

Are you sure you aren't a little
too trusting of Marcel?

I've told you what I think of him.

You know, I only got
a brief introduction last night

and he seemed quite a different type
to yours, to your brothers.

Pierre is like you.
He doesn't like them.

However it's just that
that I like about him.

There are boys who want
to compromise you

so they can blackmail you later.

This invitation to his place
should put you on guard.

Against what?

Against him, against his intentions.

You don't know Marcel,
but you know his intentions...

I wish you'd give up this idea

or go to the casino, to the beach,
as much as you like

but not to his place, I telling you.

Listen, I asked you for a favour,
not a lecture.

Let's not discuss it further.

Tell me you're not going tonight.

I said I'd be there at 10pm.

Oh, you won't understand

until the day you know what it is
to love someone. Then you'll see.

"Love someone"?

Love someone? Are you kidding?...

Say... don't give that
so much hammer, eh?!

When you've knackered it,
I'm the one has to pay for the repairs.

Nice customers you have.

I was asking you to let me
take your record player upstairs.

Again?!

This time
the bird's ripe for plucking.

The time
you've been working on this...

Say, I'll get you
some plastic flowers.

The garden won't do.

And only bring up
champagne and sandwiches.

Things like this
give me an appetite.

As for the record player... there'll be
time enough when the lady gets here.

But she won't be much longer, old sport.

At her age, they don't yet think
they have to arrive two hours late.

Yes.

Well... Suzy.
- Good evening.

You've come to see me?

Any other day, I'd be delighted
but this evening...

I'm waiting for someone.
- Yes, I know.

She confided in you?

Do you want a drink meantime?

No need to bother,
Lucienne's not coming.

Why?

Because I told her you phoned
to cancel.

You had the gall to do that?!

Yes, I didn't want her
meeting up with you.

This is so great
I don't know what to say.

Marcel, I'm begging you,
leave her alone.

Just like that, to please you?

Since you've had so many women,
it shouldn't bother you.

Yes, tarts...

Tarts of your type.

And now I'm about to strike it lucky
with someone a bit classy

so you have to stick your nose in, eh?

I don't know what's stopping me
from slapping you in the face.

Try to understand,

her and her brother are so nice.

Not at all like you and me.

You see,
I put us in the same category.

So what are you doing here?

Are you ashamed perhaps?

You've told these nice kids
where you've come from?

And what you've been doing there?

They'll find out soon enough...

What would you like?
- Nothing. Buzz off.

Meantime, you let them
run around after you, eh?

And you say to yourself:
one never knows,

maybe one of them will become so smitten
he'll take me out of my situation.

You think that's okay for you,
but in my case it disgusts you!

Yes, but what I'm doing
can't cause any irreparable damage.

You sound like a priest.

As for your Lucienne,
she knows very well what she risks.

And she wants it anyway.

Well, it might as well be me
that benefits.

And we'll see later
what we can get out of daddy.

Suppose I tell him who you are?...

And if I spoke to him,
I'd gave him some good advice.

No, listen to me... since we're both
hunting for the same thing,

the only way we can get along
is if we both keep our mouths shut.

Is this enough sandwiches?

Put all that back
in the fridge!

Then...
the bird will not be plucked?

Buzz off!

A pact of silence,
that's the best I can offer you.

This way we can remain good friends.

Didn't I already tell you
not to give the machine such hammer?!

Say, you don't recognise him?

It's Barnave.
- Barnave?

The cop from Special Branch?

I'll have a word or two with him.

So you like this machine?

It's fascinating.

It's not coin-operated, you know.

I see, I see.

Therefore there's no point in you
wasting your time watching it.

Is that your car out front?

Yes, why?

You want to see the documents?

I'll take your word for it.

You know, I met a colleague of yours
this afternoon.

A colleague?

Victor.

Victor the skinhead.
- He's here?

In the area.

He's very keen to encounter you,
apparently.

There must be a score to settle.

Let him come... if he dares.

He very well might.

Mind if I continue my little game?

He told you something bothersome?

I've had better evenings,
you can believe that!

Now that we're in agreement,
you can go.

I've more to think about
than your tales of woe.

So long, good night.

Freddy...

Good night.

... I'm going to need you.

You know Victor?

Suzanne,
why are you so late back?

I've been waiting an hour and
was wondering what could've kept you.

Why were you waiting for me?

I was worried
that something had happened to you.

And you were concerned on my behalf?

All day I've been trying to see you

and all the time
others kept getting in the way.

So this evening
I vowed to act like them

and I saw you disappear.

I'm not used
to people being so concerned about me.

For an hour,
I thought I was very unhappy.

You're going to give me
another ticking-off?

Oh no.

No, because now...

... now I realise it was wonderful.

Look, someone's returning.

It's Jean coming back from the casino.

Just my luck! For once
when I could have you to myself...

No need to attract his attention.

He might notice us in passing.
Follow me, don't make a sound.

He hasn't seen us.
- No.

And what if it'd been André,

would you have agreed to hide too?

Of course.

So...

why are you always leaving me alone
to go with them?

It's fun playing the coquette sometimes.

Maybe I'm feeling a bit
sorry for myself.

In a bad way or in a good way?

Jean...
- Not asleep?

No.

I want a word with you.
- You're looking very stern!

I have the appropriate look
to deal with someone of your type.

I'm sorry if someone's pulled a prank
on you but I swear it wasn't me.

Okay, okay...

You think that I don't understand
that you took Suzanne out this evening?

Oh, my dear old thing,
she had a whale of a time.

Yes, but I didn't.

And from now on,
I'm not leaving her side.

I have exactly the same intention.

Don't your realise
your wasting your time with her?

With your scrap metal and old tyres,
it was bound to be.

How do you know that?
- Everyone knows.

And everyone's laughing.

Meanwhile you,
with your boat with its ass in the sand

is poetic and seductive, eh?

You followed me, eh?
- The whole boarding house is laughing.

AS for Suzanne, well...
- I'm sorry, Suzanne is in love with me.

With me!
- With me!

I thought my story about school
would amuse you.

But you know,
today I didn't visit him.

And because of me,
he was deprived his bottle of wine.

Tomorrow I want you
to take him champagne.

And you'll come with me?

He'll hate my guts.
- Oh no.

Plus...

Plus?

I'd like so much
for him to see us together.

I promise.

Hello, student Moreau.
- Hello, Mr. Pierre.

Who's this?
- The spitting image of a dunce.

I see Mr. Bellemain's sleeping.
- Don't wake him up.

It's time for my lesson.

Like Sleeping Beauty.

Put the basket here.

This way, when he wakes up,
he'll think there's been a miracle.

He'll know I'm here. Come, have
a quick look at my favourite classroom.

This is not a place about which
I have a very clear conscience.

You were a bad pupil?

I spent my time
infuriating the teacher.

Really?

Fractions, the metric system...
I hated all that.

So, to keep myself amused,
I used to put carbide in the ink wells.

We've all done it.

Or firing paper pellets
at the blackboard.

If that's how you felt...

Here I wouldn't have dared.

Because it had to be not allowed
to be fun?

No, it's too nice, too neat.

My school stank of dirty children.

Everything was grimy...

the classrooms,
the stairs, the playground...

Your childhood wasn't easy?

Not very, no.

Whereas here, it must be easy
to apply yourself,

to a good little girl
in her clean uniform who listens

and sticks her tongue out when writing.

We aren't that old.

No, but being again at the moment
where nothing is decided,

where things could work out
with a little luck.

How can you say
that we don't have any?

Is this how you study
the Pragmatic Sanction?

Shush! They're here.
- Who is?

Pierre with a lady.

She's started to cry...
And he...

Oh, he's kissing her!

Will you come down!
- No.

Pupil Moreau,
I order you to obey me!

Well, she's no longer crying.

Did you hear me?!
- I heard you but I don't give a damn.

Oh, he's off again.

I'll give you two hours' detention.

I'll give you four!

I'm going to get you down
off your pedestal.

Oh, she's run off
and he's run after her.

You'll break your neck,
it'll serve you right.

I'm coming down anyway,
they've gone.

You little bastard.

If you ever do
something like this again...

Is she pretty?

I thought so. A brunette.

That should tell you how attractive
she is because I prefer blondes

Come and see,
they must be crossing the playground.

They look good together...

Thanks!

They didn't hear you.

That's the way it is with lovers.

Pupil Moreau,
have you drunk champagne?

Where would I have done that?

But I ought to tell you one thing,

I haven't a clue
about the Pragmatic Sanction.

Today it doesn't matter.
Here, get the glasses.

If I had nothing more to teach you,

you'd leave like him.

Your first glass of champagne.

You'll remember it forever, laddie.

It was with François Bellemain
that you drank it.

Little dunce...

In case you get a call from Victor,

it's for me, okay.
- Yes, sir.

Really? You don't have to be home
at a set hour this evening?

I wanted to be free
because tomorrow my father arrives.

And it's tougher to ask him
than Aunt Louise.

So this is what we'll do,

firstly we'll have a relaxing dinner
without rushing

and then we'll go upstairs.

I'm the shy sort...

and all the nice things I feel,
that I'd like to tell you about,

I could never get them out
in front of all these people.

Is the champagne well chilled?

It's been in the fridge for ages.

Yes, but less of the cheek
and concentrate on the service.

Is this small parcel a surprise for me?

It's a pocket square for a friend,
tomorrow's her saint's day.

A pocket square?
Well, perhaps it would suit me.

Oh no, it's embroidered,
tomorrow is Saint Suzanne's.

And you give gifts to that girl?

Apart from a few strange ideas
she has, she's very nice.

If I was you,
I'd steer clear of her, you know.

Why's that?

One never knows.
In the holidays...

Here, let me.

... they're are lots of people
mooching about

and you don't know
where they came from.

Well, that's your business.

For the price they charge
for their caviar, they don't give much.

Good evening.

Good evening, Victor.

Is he there?
- Yes.

With a brat.

He'll be pleased to see us.

Come on, no time like the present.

And your Suzy...
If you want to know about her...

Good evening, Marcel.

Good evening.
And what do you want from me?

Well, if possible,
to put our affairs in order

and to do so without a fight.

I've never had someone sit at my table
without an introduction.

Oh excuse me... Victor.

Victor the skinhead.
- You might at least doff your hat!

I'm afraid of draughts, thanks.

Marcel, you want to tell him to go?
- She has a point, it's not polite.

Why didn't you tell me
it's that cheapskate caviar?!

What a gross sort!

You used to train them
better than this!

For the last time, will you...
- Oh no, give it a rest, won't you?

Nobody's talking to you. Can it.
I'm talking to sir here.

Say you...

...you have no right
to instal those machines here.

This area is mine, I paid for it.

Therefore it's quite simple,

give me 5000 smackers

or Albert screws it up.
You dig?

The machines belong to me
and nobody's going to touch them.

Come on, don't play the fool...

This is my turf we're talking about.

Are you giving me the five big ones...

or does Albert do his thing?

And you know him, eh...
he's an expert.

And do you suppose I just happen
to have the 5,000 on me?

Right...

Please, sir, stand back,

because of the glass shards.

Well?

You coughing up?

I'll give you 500.

Go ahead, Albert.

Hey, are you crazy?!

Hello? The police?

This is Freddy's bar.

Poor Lucienne, what's up?
What happened to you?

You had to go to Marcel
and do something stupid.

They fought like thugs.

The police showed up,
the officers took them away.

And your dress is all torn.
Are you injured? - No.

You should have seen what happened,
it was awful!

Calm down, it's over now.

They asked for my papers,
obviously I didn't have them.

The officer said it was serious.

He mentioned an investigation,
giving testimony.

And my father arrives tomorrow...

Instead of giving your name,
you should've given mine.

It doesn't matter to me,
I'm unattached.

Suzanne...
- Is that what you did?

I'll tell the truth tomorrow, I swear.

But this evening,
I don't know what came over me.

Don't cry, Lucienne.

Don't cry like this, come on.
I said you did the right thing.

With all your questions,

I'm watering all wrong
and getting my feet wet.

Besides, people who are nosy
don't appeal to me.

Inspector Barnave.
You want proof?

The police at the château?!

You realise this place
belongs to a baroness?

So what?
- What's she done, Ms Michelet?

I don't like nosy people either.

Tell her I want to speak with her.

But what you're saying is ridiculous.

I'm telling you, they're avoiding me
like they know something.

But what is it you think they know?

Even Pierre is different.

This morning, they were talking

and when I approached,
they suddenly fell silent.

It's your imagination.

Maybe there was something
in the newspapers?...

Ms Michelet,
someone's asking for you in the garden.

Coming. - Who is it?
- One of the policemen.

Are you in a good mood?
- No.

Do you want to make 10F?
- Yes.

Lend us your carriage. We're going
to town, we'll be back in an hour.

You must give me your word

that this time
there'll be no chariot racing.

Word of honour.
Come on, hitch it up.

And my 10F?

Here they are.

Go on Jean, go and find Lucienne.
- Oui.

You asked for me?

I'm checking the address
you gave last night.

As you can see...

Have you pulled yourself together?

I had absolutely nothing to do with it,
they fought without me knowing why.

There's nothing I can tell you.

And your friend,
might she have more of an idea?

What friend?
- Ms Lucienne Noblet.

She's asleep in her room.
- You're taking me for a fool.

If you enjoy being noble,
good luck to you

but we know very well
who was dining with Marcel.

Look, my friend was asleep...
- Yes, very well.

You tell her the police
are not without tact.

We won't question
Gaston Noblet's daughter

about what she was doing
at Freddy's bar.

Why are you here though?

I'm simply taking a break.

It's no skin off my nose,
but this isn't the place for you.

Therefore watch yourself,
you've been noticed.

It's never a good idea to get ideas
above your station.

Get me?

Treat Toby well, eh?
- We'll give him some sugar.

I'd love to come for a drive.

The gang's all here.
Come on, guys.

This stick-in-the-mud
didn't want to come.

This really isn't nice...

If Suzanne asks where we've gone,
say you don't know.

You shouldn't
judge people too quick.

Hurry up, she could
be here any minute.

What have they got against Suzanne?

She's talking with someone
they don't like.

Pardon me madam,
you haven't seen Lucienne, have you?

No.

But she told me to meet up here.

They never tell me where they're going,
what they're doing.

And as to what's happened,
I'm left to work it out.

There's no point looking for them,
they've all left.

Even Lucienne?
- Of course.

Pierre told Raymond
not to tell you.

You can see how much
you can count on their friendship.

And on yours...
- They're always like this.

If you have the misfortune to talk
with someone they dislike,

they no longer want to know you.

Hurry up, it takes time
to hang up the lanterns.

Okay, I'm off to the baker
for the cake.

Pick me up on the way back, okay?
- Sure.

This one's the most attractive.

500F? You won't have a sou left
for your holiday?

I want to give her a splendid gift
but I'm 100F short.

Here, I'll give it to you.
- Thanks.

With our firecrackers and 3 sparklers,
André and I are going to look crummy.

Yes, but I want to give her something
that will endure.

Come on, are we going?
- Yes, let's go.

Come on, move it.

TODAY IS SAINT SUZANNE

What are you up to?

As you can see, I'm leaving.

They've organised it so I realise
I'm no longer welcome here.

Yes but before you close your suitcase,
come with me.

The boys want to talk to you.

Yes, come on. You'll see...

But what for?
It's not worth it...

You can relax,
it won't fall down again.

Fine.
Thank you Raymond, thank you.

Look out, here they come!

Long live Saint Suzanne!

Long live Saint Suzanne!

You see, Suzanne my girl,
we wanted to celebrate your name day.

This is for me?

And this is just the beginning.
We'll go from surprise to surprise.

This is your place.
And these are your gifts.

The clip is from me.

The bag is from me.

I thought a blue necklace
would suit you.

The compact is my gift.

And this is so you won't be late
when your friends are waiting.

Nothing like this
has ever happened to me before.

It's foolish...
- You'll make me cry too.

Hey you two,
it's not my funeral!

Always the same, those two.

I at least owed him that, eh?

Okay, silence please!

The menu:

For starters, Cinzano glacé...

With vinegar.

I think we're even.

... consommé,

lobster,

roast chicken,

champagne,

courtesy of the Baroness Saint-Leu.

Hold on, hold on...

And to conclude: a surprise cake.

Go on, get started.

So, is that champagne coming?
- Ah, if you're thirsty...

You'll understand if I don't trust you.
I want real champagne.

Champagne! Champagne!

Mr. Noblet.
- Hello, Raymond.

Take all this to my bedroom.

Are the children here?
- That's who you can hear.

I'll alert them.

Mr. Noblet, nobody informed me
of your arrival.

I just got out of the car.

So Pierre, you going to cut the cake?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Mr. Noblet has arrived.

It's about time. Come on, children.
- Excuse us.

Here are the children.
- Did you have a good trip? - Yes.

A bit tiring, I should add.

Daddy.
- Good evening, my boy.

Good to see you.
You're looking well!

We thought you'd forgotten us.

Business, my lad.
You'll find out what it's like.

Good evening, uncle.
- You shouldn't have got up.

You were at table? - Yes.
- Good evening, Gaston.

Didn't I tell you
this is a good house?

Yes,
look at everything they got me.

This... this...

And this.

Everyone enjoys seeing you happy.

I'm sure you'll like her.

Just in time for the toast.
Maybe you could say a few words?...

I'm worn out...
What do you want me to say?

Ah, you have the knack
of knowing how to improvise!

Come on! Come on!
- What do you want me to say?

Daddy, may I introduce my friend
Suzanne Michelet?

They weren't lying
when they said you were charming.

Thank you.
- Your place is over there.

Here, uncle, next to me.

You have a speech?
- Speech!

Come on, uncle.

My dear children,
the joy of seeing you again

is mixed with the pleasure
of seeing you feting a friend

and making a sacrifice
for the most touching feeling there is.

I add my best wishes to all yours.
- Well said!

Three cheers for uncle Gaston!

1...2...3.

You're all very kind
but the journey has left me exhausted

and I hope you won't mind
if I take a well-deserved rest.

Nothing to eat, daddy?
- A drink, uncle?

No thanks, I dined en route.

Good night, daddy. - Good night, uncle.
- Good night, children.

Hey there, the dancing has begun.

May I have the first dance?

Hey, will you mind the record player?
I want a word with my uncle.

Is your business going well?

Yes, providing I keep a constant eye
on it.

It was about time you arrived.

The holidays have cost more than
I expected and I'm running out of money.

I'll give you some tomorrow.
Excuse me, I'm worn out.

Good evening.
- Good night.

Uncle...
- What do you want?

I need you to get me
out of a tricky situation.

I started something that's flopped...
a car graveyard.

And I've taken on an employee
who's threatening to make a scene.

Charming...
How much do you need?

600.
- 600?

Well, I promise you it tomorrow.

It's cool having an uncle like you.

Good night.
- Good night.

Uncle...
- Here's one more!

Something terrible's happened to me.
- What?

I found a boat but while making coffee,
I set fire to the sails.

Of course the owner
is taking advantage...

Okay... how much do you need?

900.
- 900?

Ah, it's good to be back
with the family!

You'll get it tomorrow.
- Thank you, uncle.

I was just saying to Jean,
Uncle Gaston is amazing.

That's nice of you.

Only next time,
keep that opinion to yourself.

Good night, uncle.
- Good night.

Every time I ask you for a commitment,
you shy away.

By staying near you?

By letting you take my hand?

All those are the delights
of an evening in the holidays.

You had me hope for so much more.

You think we could be happy for more
than one evening, more than one hour?

The happiness I want, Suzanne, is the
happiness that lasts all my lifetime...

... all yours.

My life...

If you only knew what it amounts to.
You know very little about me.

And I want so much
not to cause you any pain.

Your young girls' secrets,
the dramas they've seen...

We'll laugh about them later,
the two of us.

See.
It's something more in your honour.

Look out, no need
blow my feet off!

I'm not in a mood for jokes.

You're a little blue as well, eh?
- Yes. I found her attractive.

Come on, let's not miss the bouquet.
It's our blessing on them.

I don't want the night
to keep us apart too long.

Tomorrow I'll wake you very early...

by throwing some gravel at your window.

I'm waiting for it already.

Good night.

Good night.

Well then Suzy...

You've been doing well
since the other evening?

We parted in Montmartre,

we meet again
in the middle of a family celebration.

And with Aunt Louise
giving you little presents.

I tell you it's most amusing.

Why don't you laugh?

Well, I'll do like them.

Me too...

I intend to celebrate Saint Suzanne.

You've entered my bedroom
against all custom

telling yourself I'm the same kid
who can't say anything.

What if I call out regardless?

You wouldn't persuade anyone

that a man in your room frightened you.

Especially such a nice gentleman.

Everyone here has spoken to me
so differently.

As a result for a few days.

I've felt like a young girl
like the others.

Come on...

Come on, come close to me.

Come close to me.

You will be more comfortable
telling me your tales of woe.

It would have been kinder
not to recognise me.

Although I'm taking advantage somewhat,
the others will remain none the wiser.

I've deep feelings for one of them.

Jealousy is not my forte.

Pierre has been courting me somewhat.

I suspected as much
from the way he looked at you.

Because they have their diplomas,
they think the world's their oyster.

Look, I know nothing
gives me the right to be difficult

but tonight, I'm begging you,
please leave.

There are many others in your place

who would be very happy
that I take an interest in them.

I'm appealing to all your discretion,
all your class.

Tonight, leave me alone.

It's not my habit to force anyone.

If I leave you...

will you show
a little gratitude tomorrow?

Yes, I promise you.

Well, this way will be better,

the journey was a bit tiring.

Plus I will have courted you.

And you'll see that when it comes
to young girls of your sort...

I understand them very well.

Good night, Suzy.

Good night.

Up already?
With your suitcases?

Can you take me to the station
immediately?

You're going?

Without informing anyone?
Without saying goodbye?

Here, this envelope contains
enough to pay my bill.

Be so kind as to give it
to Mrs. Saint-Leu.

But what's going on with you?
- Oh nothing, my break is over.

Like that, so suddenly?

And the others,
when they ask where you are,

what should I say?
- Simply that I've gone.

1...

2...

What is it?
- It's me, Pierre.

Come in.

And take good note.

I do this at 8am every morning!

It keeps you in shape...

and allows you at 53

to arrive at the office
refreshed and ready to go.

Your early morning visit,

your embarrassed look,

this is going to cost me
1000F for sure.

Dad, I'm not here on the scrounge

but to discuss with you
something very important...

that doesn't sit well
with those exercises.

Go ahead,
I can hear just fine.

Dad, I'm in love.

With that Ms Michelet
you saw yesterday.

I believe she is too.

I'm out of breath.

You exercised too violently.

My exercises have nothing
to do with it.

That you want to marry
is crazy enough,

but marrying that doll
would be sheer bloody lunacy.

But dad, I've just told you
how much she means to me...

It's Suzy who's put
this idea in your head.

But Suzanne doesn't know
that I wanted to speak with you.

Listen, lad...

I don't want to hurt your feelings

but...
go find your Suzy...

repeat our talk to her

and you'll see
if this marriage is sensible.

Pierre, Suzy's gone.
- What!

Raymond drove her to the station.
She's left no note of explanation.

It can't be!

What does this mean?
What's going on?

What the heck is this all about?

Father, do you understand this?

Young man...

what is there for me to understand?

Tomorrow morning at 8am.

Good evening, sir. Good weather
for the reopening. - Indeed.

Say, that old geezer who just came in,

isn't he the one
from closing night?

Oh, I couldn't stand him!

Hey, instead of making wisecracks
why don't you entertain the customers?

Okay, okay... we're going.

Are you looking for someone?
- I want to see Ms. Suzy.

Suzy's in the changing room.

However until she comes back,
how about a little drinky?

I'm looking for Ms. Suzy.
- Well, keep looking! Come on, Mado.

[inaudible] he has a crush...

Say, she's got guts, Suzy,
he's no oil painting that one!

Good evening, sir.

Would sir like a table?

Over here, sir will be fine.
This is a nice table.

Go on, scram!

Send Suzy to me.

She must be in the gaming room, sir.

Send for her
on behalf of Mr. Noblet.

Very good, sir.

Hey, Fréhel,
it's your spot shortly.

Yes, well, that's not going to recoop
my losses.

Tell Mr. de Lormel
place n°1 is free.

Mr de Lormel,
a place is free at No.1.

Oh no thanks, not for me.

You're not playing anymore?

I haven't touched a card
since the holidays.

You weren't here.

Do you realise, Suzy,
how much I've missed you?

Yes, so I've got an idea...

we could go on a trip together.

A long trip.
Something like round the world.

But I can't.

Do realise, Suzy,
that I'm speaking only as a friend.

Simply a friend.
- Yes, I know, of course.

And in one of those countries
where nobody knows your past,

maybe you'll meet someone...

younger than me...

less frivolous... who you'll like.

I want to get you out of here.

You see Suzy,
I've reached a certain age and...

one gets an occasional hankering
to do a good deed.

I couldn't ask for more
than to get out of this wretched place.

Well then?

Although I well know
I'll never see again

the one I pine for,

I don't want it to be my fault
if he can't find me again.

Suzy, you're requested downstairs,
at the dancing. A certain Mr. Noblet.

Mr. Noblet...

Is it him?

I hope I haven't interrupted anything?
- No, not at all.

After you left,

Pierre confided in me

and Lucienne told me
about all you did for her.

All this has changed the idea
I had of you.

Because...
I'm a reasonable father...

who wants his children's
happiness above all.

It was excellent
you left of your own accord

and that you'd realised
you couldn't become part of my family.

Therefore... you deserve
that I take care of you

and I want to take you out
of this milieu

where you're not respected.

Suzy...

I've retained for you...

an apartment
in a respectable neighbourhood.

I'll come to see you

two or three times a week.

Since my wife died,

there is in my heart
a small corner...

that remains empty.

And it would make me happy

to pamper
a young girl like you.

So deserving...

with beautiful blue eyes...

and the small breasts
one has fantasies about.

I bet you don't wear a bra.

Little bitch!

Have you gone mad?!

Go on, get out of there!

May I?

You really should choose
your personnel more carefully.

Management apologises, sir.

My apologies.

Go on, get out of here!
I never want to see you here again!

Miss is with me.

But Mr. de Lormel,
you didn't see...

Miss is with me, which part
of that didn't you understand?!

Come on, stop shaking like that.

You did the right thing, sweetie.

Say, old pal... you don't mind
if we pick up the pieces?

Yes, it's her gift to you.

Come on, baby, it's all over.

Huh... It's all over?

Give me a nice smile.

It was my fault.

I spoke to her in a way
she couldn't understand.

We understand you.

Your little hands are very cute.

Are you offering us a drink?

If it's not too much trouble
for you to keep company

with a lonely man

who hates going home

to a large deserted apartment.

Loneliness,

it's a ailment we can cure. Eh, Mado?

So, little girl,
this great trip...

is it something you want to do?

#... Never the hope of another night #

# Hello, good night, goodbye love #

# No future, nothing that endures #

# This is my life forever more ~