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SAFE CONDUCT

She's coming. Hop to it!

Got the flowers?

I was taking them up.

Clear the whole floor.

Everybody out of sight! Move it!

Come back in 5 minutes!

Just one minute.

Like last Tuesday.

Carnations? Not for an actress!
I told you!

She'll murder me! Marcel, help me!

She's here, ladies!
To your rooms, please!

Him and his dame!
What a fuss he makes!

You don't know who this "dame" is!

Everyone knows. It's Suzanne
Raymond. I saw her movies...

Please, out of sight, all of you!
Shoo!

If you need cigs...

Maybe later. In you go.
Take care of that cough.

Out of sight! Thanks! Shoo!

Not again!

Got the champagne?

Snap to it!

What a mess!
What did I do to deserve this?

See him? The Kraut in room 25.

Get in here.

He threatened me again.

Someday I'll sock him.

Aren't you gorgeous!

These things...
always happen to you.

Gorgeous, gorgeous...

You smell so sweet.

What a pretty little puppy nose,
nice and cold.

True, I'm freezing.

God, what a winter!

What a winter!

Think so?

See how I slipped in?

Nobody saw me.

But still,

I felt so sad.

So sad.

- I didn't get the part.
- What part? Why?

The Cayatte movie.
The False Mistress.

Can I have some tea?
Steaming hot tea?

Better than tea...

Champagne!

Champagne's too cold.

But it's a cold that warms.

Tea.

Tea?

Then tea it is.

Darrieux will get it.
They said it's either her or me.

Nonsense!
I shouldn't have bothered.

It was made for Darrieux.

Everything's made for her.
She's perfect from take one.

I'm never sure of myself.
Nothing comes easy.

I'm fed up. Fed up!

I'm such a goose!

How can you say that?

Would I write for a goose?

Hold on...

- Your passionate lover.
- It'll be little Francois Perier

recites a letter
about your frolics.

Your husband
may have intercepted it.

You: "You really wrote all that?"

Him: "Yes, my love."

You: "Must you always go on
about things we did together?"

"What's the point? I was there!"

That's nice!

That's me all over.

I just love it.

I adore you!

Put this outside the door.

You knock, then scoot!

Come on, now!

The champagne.

Stay.

Go on, then.

But be careful. And the tea!

Ask for tea.

Do you have any tea? Yes, tea.

Don't have any?
That's okay. Thanks.

They have none... Tea, coffee.
Why not real sugar?

Where do I put this?

Damn!

What's the matter?

I've made a mess!

The script for Roland Tual,
Love Letters.

He's expecting it tomorrow.

It soaks up like a blotter!
Look at that!

Hear that?

Rumbling.

It's thunder.

Come over here!

Not thunder, planes.
Lots of them.

Only the Germans have planes.

They wouldn't bomb Paris,
they're in it!

No, it's freezing out!

I have to see!

They're far away,
over the suburbs...

What is it?

It's coming from above.

What a sight!

That light...

What's that light? It's beautiful.

It's an air raid, all right.

- Close it! It's freezing!
- They're bombing!

Close your window, Mr. Jean!

The Brits are bombing Renault!

Close it, Jean!

Down we go!

Never any privacy!

First the champagne,
then the phone, and now planes!

I refuse to be seen in a shelter!

We're calmly going to do
what I came for.

Calmly? We're being bombed!

And if we're being bombed,
I can't do a thing.

Let me handle this.

To the shelters!

Is there a doctor?

Shut off the mains!

No, Mr. Devaivre!
To the shelters!

I'm getting my son.

He's safe. Your wife's here.

It's you! Got a flashlight?

- I'll get one?
- C'mon!

Find something to cover them.
Sheets and blankets.

Simone!

You okay?

I'm okay.

Seen Dr. Pelletier?

The raid's over.

I'm not so sure.

The flares looked like fireworks
at first.

- What're you doing?
- Taking him.

It's 60 degrees here with the
windows closed. At home, it's 34.

You sure?

Take the kid!

Please, can you help me?

Not the small ones, Roger!

The big ones, under your nose!

The Brits' bombs
work better than worms!

What're you doing?

Fishing!
"The miracle of the fishes!"

We have to finish the scene
tonight.

We'll be right in. The power's out.

We'll save you one.

We're already behind.

We'll be here till 6 a.m. again.

How is it outside?

Not a pretty sight.
Bodies everywhere.

They were really popping!
And real close!

We'll start soon.
Anybody call the supply company?

The phone's busy. George sent
a cyclist to the power station.

The bridges are out.

How do I get home?
My husband'll be worried sick.

Fish, you guys!
There's plenty for everyone!

Fish?

If the cables are damaged,
we're in for a long wait.

Check them. If it comes back on,
we don't wait.

It will be a while.

We'd do the same.

Renault makes trucks and motors...
They come and bomb, it's fair play.

Fair play, no!
There are the rules of war.

You don't bomb the wounded,
priests, or artists!

Boulogne's full of artists,
and movie studios.

Everyone knows it.
The civilized world, anyway.

As if the civilized world
still existed.

I've got a theater gig next.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have to finish this long scene.

We have very little film left.

They're striking the set tomorrow.

So give it all you've got. Thanks!

Spare the candles!
They have to match.

Mr. Le Chanois is waiting upstairs.

I'm going up.

How's your baby? Not too scared...?

Don't waste your breath.
He never stops.

I call him Speedy.

I was about to leave.

Sandwich.

I also brought you carbon paper.

This is an epic!

Read it later.

What if my wife can't decipher it?

Here's the dialogue for Salou...

The power! I have to get back.

Hold on!

Comrades are getting nabbed.
There are informers everywhere.

- I know them.
- Not all of them!

Nicolas Hayer beat it
before the Fritz came knocking.

Mickey Bouladoux got pinched.
It stinks!

Mickey?

So?

Clouzot offered me a job.

Aurenche gave up adapting
a Nerval story.

Clouzot put me on it.

Tourneur needs an assistant.
You!

But Clouzot's Continental,
and Continental's German!

Exactly! When you're in
the lion's jaws, he can't bite.

Even the French police
can't snoop at Continental.

That's 50% less hassle.

And the other 50%?
I'll think it over.

- I'll call you tomorrow.
- I'll call you.

You can't. I moved.

Again?

Bretons are great travelers.

We dolly in on the table.

The table for two.

The 103 on the table for two!

Quiet on the set!
We're back to work and glad of it!

Places, everyone!
Off with your overcoats!

I'm cramped. I need to pull back.

Mr. Arrignon needs room.
Push back the sound booth.

- Buy some chocolate?
- We're rehearsing!

I'm interested.

What's that funny smell?

Fish. In the sound booth.
Not much left.

Move me back, please.

A little more.

- Mark it.
- Done, sir.

Tench is no better
or worse than carp.

It tastes like
whatever it's cooked in.

Cook it in sauce, it tastes good.

Cook it in muck,
it tastes like muck.

Stop the hammers!

The hammers!

Silence!

Miss Gautier's shawl, please.

This wait had too many minutes.

Try to be not too dumb!

Camera!

8 Men in a Chateau.
Scene 82, take 1!

Action!

Punish the Vichy Torturers.

The grips had a good catch.
Here's our share.

Good. Jacques's coming for dinner.
He just called.

I was at the nursery. It's quiet.

There's a card from
your brother Louis. From Germany.

Awful handwriting!

Is it the cold?

What kind of fish?

- Tench.
- Any good?

Better than barbel
and not as good as carp.

I brought you some carbon paper.

Almost new.

And a new tract to type
in ♪ copies?

It's not "traiter," it's "traitor."

"Someday soon Berlin and Tokyo
may burn under Allied bombs."

You believe that?

Cleaned, scaled and chopped,
we could make soup.

If we have gas to cook.

You know Nerval's The Magic Hand?

Jean-Paul backed me as assistant.
He's scripting it.

I can't decide.

You two get along well.

The producer's the hitch.
Continental.

The Fritz?

Do what you think is best...

The elevator's off limits.
For those gentlemen only.

Mr. Tourneur's expecting us.

The glass door at the back: Greven.
The big cheese.

On the right, Bauermeister.
Watch your step with him.

Clouzot's there.
He runs the script department.

Greetings, Aurenche. No regrets?

For The Magic Hand? None.
But you'll do fine.

Updating Nerval stumped me.
But you'll find a way.

As I told Greven:
Either you can or you can't.

Or, you will or you won't.
Did Herr Doktor understand you?

He acted like it.
He pesters the hell out of me!

I'm running late.

What's Clouzot like?

A tough nut,
but he plays straight.

He'll back you up...
except in a professional screw-up.

Here, here and here... our offices.

At the end, a minefield!

Mr. Tourneur... Jean Devaivre.

You have a fine reputation.

I know you finished
Mediterranean Alert.

How would you describe
an assistant director's job?

The director's in charge.
He bears full responsibility,

but only has 2 eyes.
An extra pair comes in handy.

Have you read
Le Chanois's script?

The treatment. It's not finished.

Bryau's always cold.

Von Schertel... SD.

SD?

Controls the SS.

- What's he doing at Continental?
- Renting space.

Understand German?

My wife gets by. Me, not a word.

Many speak excellent French.

My rule is simple: Make good films.

Artistic and script matters:
See Mr. Clouzot.

For administrative issues:
Mr. Bauermeister.

Like all directors, actors
and key technicians,

you'll be given a pass.

You must be ready for an
August shoot. You'll have 28 days.

Come, Tourneur, let's have lunch.

Spaak told me
about A Shady Business.

Balzac. Fine.

I won't work for Continental.
Period!

I can't keep turning Greven down.

You must help me.
When you won't, you won't.

Sure, sure. Stop kicking
the mahogany. It scratches, too.

Hold on...

Don't move.

There. Sure I'll help you.

But stop kicking the furniture.
It's distracting.

Helping a friend like you
will be easy. How?

Put me under contract.

Fabulous!

Avoid the rock and the soft spot.
I'll have a project next month.

I need a contract today. Predated.
I signed one 2 weeks ago.

With whom?

With you. In this office.
It's easy enough to understand.

I won't work for the Jerries,
or end up in Berlin or in prison.

I keep turning Greven down,
I need an excuse. You must save me.

First finish Three-Way Romance.

It's finished.
We need something else,

for 3, 6 months. 10 years!

Something else

I have it.

Double Six. The play. Read it.

- A play? By whom?
- Achard.

- You mean Domino.
- I wanted The Lover from Borneo.

It's a dream title...
Borneo, Africa, tigers...

There are no tigers in Africa.
And Borneo's in Asia.

Movies are made of dreams,
and dreams can't be mapped out.

I have something else.

Roland Tual will produce
if you distribute.

- The title?
- Love Letters. Listen...

No, no, I'll take it!

I'm sobbing already. Love Letters.
It's worth its weight.

We'll fool Greven.

I have Gravey.
His contract is a plague!

He asking a lot?

Yes, and a pound of butter a week.

- What for?
- For bartering.

To work!
I'm head over heels in work.

Find me pre-war subjects.
Passion, gaslamps, backstairs...

- Back-streets.
- Back-streets. With peepholes.

I can never keep up with you.

So my wife says.

She's a great bridge player.
She costs me.

She play for money?

But if she plays well, she wins?

All the time.

So why does she cost you?

It's beyond me.

Why are we talking about this?

Tell Greven
we have a 3-picture contract.

Strange man! Seen his office chest?

- The what?
- The chest.

Storage chest?

No, man's chest.
The head... like on statues!

The bust! The word's "bust."

Like buster.

He hangs his coat and hat on it.

So I saw. And?

Mussolini with a hat on his head!

You mean Hitler.
Logical for a German dignitary.

The thing has a forelock:
Mussolini!

Mussolini's forelock!

The guy starts a sentence,
but you never know...

Did I sign a contract or not?

Why does he keep doing that?

He had a lobotomy.

But he must do it for a reason.

He thinks you're a Jew.

Tomorrow, I'll have lettuce.

What brings you here?

I was in the neighborhood.

For you.

Shall I get Olga?

Good timing.
She's free at this hour.

A Comédie Frangaise actor
mentioned you.

One who often plays priests.

Can I take those?

Oh, Jeannot!

My fingers are numb.

Goddamned suitcases!

The handles
cut through your fingers.

I hate 'em!

A wheelbarrow's better.

Maybe not on a staircase...

They say it's very nice in French.
Very sad.

Not too heavy?

This place has become total chaos!

A new table?

A gift from Paul.

He deals in hot furniture.

Madame knows him
from his vice squad days.

He rents space upstairs
and pays in services.

It's just for a day or two.
Until I find...

There's no hurry.

Make yourself at home.

- You want a bath?
- Still have hot water?

Sure! For the Germans.

Put those in the closet.

They'll wrinkle in your suitcase.

This all the same story?

No. I wish it was.

- How do you keep track?
- I manage.

If not, I start over.
It's better sometimes.

Besides,
clutter has a certain charm.

Honeysuckle vines are lot more fun

than matches in a box,
or a military parade.

I keep track very easily.

You don't look like it.

My life's a mess, not my papers.

It's my own fault.
I always say yes.

- Because you're nice.
- Maybe so, but

I say yes to producers,
hucksters, and women.

So I'm broke, I have 4 scripts
and 3 women on my hands.

No, 4 women and 3 scripts.

Come on. It's cold.

Those handbags in the closet...
You collect them?

That's for later.

When I open a shop.

I won't end up
in a sailor's brothel.

I'll have my own business.

A leather goods shop.

Luxury stuff.

Handbags are so pretty.

Even empty, they're pretty.

It's fine, but...

The set's too big.

Too wide for Stage 4.
Two yards too long.

With a 35, we won't frame it all.

If I place it diagonally on A...

But on the A there's the gallery.

We have to cut it down.
Or take out this wall.

I noted the camera angles
on the floorplan.

I'll work it out.

Cut this, maybe.

Add arch. Gives volume.

And the paintings there?

They're for the painter's studio.

I painted two, small ones.

Good. Arches, cats...

Clouzot doesn't like
Le Chanois's dialogue.

He says it lacks "punch."
That's the word he used.

Here are both versions.
You decide.

I'll read them tonight, sir.

For the historical explanation
of the severed hand,

we have to simplify. Too long.

Or we ask for an extra day or two.

We said 28 days. 28!

If there is an extension,

it will be an extension
of 600 miles.

We'll send you to Babelsberg
to study German production methods.

And if we sent you to Stalingrad,
to study crawling methods.

Here's your pass.

Mr. Greven just signed Palau.

Good. You won't be sorry.

And your contract?
Bring it in signed.

He'll be great
as the Devil. Palau...

He's got funny eyes, like a duck.

Palau... No?

Talk him into it. It's
Dad's birthday. Make an effort.

You realize the work load he has?

That's just it. He needs a break,
and it's Sunday. So come...

"People of Paris,
the French must fight!

"Turn out in force and demonstrate!"

"The gas is on only 4 hours a day!"

The union must be joking!
"Go and fight..."

With what? And why? For gas?

Jacques, please!

C'mon, this is a riot.

He has you type Communist tracts
but he was on the other side.

He fights a war, great!
But he works for the Germans.

Not for. Under the Germans.

So how's Clouzot's dialogue?

Your brother's getting...

You slave weekends, for them!

I work on films. For Tourneur,
Clouzot and myself.

To learn. And I'm always learning.

Then shoot. Direct your first film.

Not now.
Not until we've kicked them out.

And I haven't signed a contract.
I never will.

So how about Sunday?
Are you coming?

Can't we put it back a week?

We'll celebrate Christmas
on Bastille Day.

Mom found a duck and turnips.

We can set it back.

But the duck's plucked.
It's this Sunday or never.

I'll come with the baby.

Jean will drop by.

I took two tracts.

I'll come for lunch.

I love duck!

Devaivre?

This is Didot.
Marc Valbel's friend.

Hold on.

Last year you had some apples.
Got any left?

I need two.
Remember where we met with Marc?

Sure, I do.

I'll meet you there.

- Now?
- Now.

I have to run. I won't be long.

- You know, I'm going...
- You said the less we know

I'll put the baby to bed.

I'll do the ironing.
I'll wait up for you.

I have a pass.

You're getting thin.

Over there.

Let's see them.

Good.

Let's go.

Where they from?

I stole them
the day of the Armistice.

I took them home.

You got a head start.

"A gray duck,
a blue duck, a white duck.

"The white duck walks behind
the blue duck walks ahead.

"The white duck is fattest,

"I'll sell it for 20 francs..."

Would you have fired?

You picked up some coal.
Very clever.

You don't talk much.

Usually, the guys I take along
run off at the mouth.

In three minutes, bang!

Any special reason
for going after the Fritz?

I just want them out, that's all.

Let's go.

And the van?

I don't know whose it is.

So long!

Polish it good!

Activate the work!

You really pulled it off.

The statue... A great ideal!

It adds to the scene.

Every camera angle is a good one.

And the paintings, great!

It can all be dismantled.

The Krauts
won't believe their eyes.

"In Babelsberg we do this,
we do that."

But look what we can do
with the little they give us.

Nice work, Mr. Andrejew!

For the walls,
here are the gray samples.

This one.

The latest tract. Make 8 copies.
For the art department.

"I hear the sound
of boots, boots, boots!"

"It's the first carabinier!"

Greetings!

- How are your trotters?
- We manage!

It's dumb losing your toes
in Russia when your name's Softi.

How many was it?
Frostbitten toes?

3 left toes, 2 right.
You bet, it was 40 below!

No time to go out for a pee.

I got some liquid butter.
Want some?

No, thanks.

You can tell there's a war on.
Even in June it's freezing!

War shakes up the skies, too.

I got you darlings lung
from the butcher's.

They gave it to me in a shoebox
to avoid jealousy.

Then getting it by the concierge,
a fortune!

You're rich folks' cats!

But you know,

the poor are the same.
They go hungry to feed their pets.

Crumbs for birds, birds for cats!

If only they'd eat them!

You might say, if they're poor,

it's because
they're not too bright.

I got us some calf liver!

- Taking down what she says?
- It's automatic.

Read me something you wrote?

It's been a bad day. No, wait...

Here's something I like...

A scene between the count,
Douce's father,

- and the beautiful young woman.
- The teacher? Like your mom?

She was a governess.

The count says something funny.

She laughs. That makes him happy.

He: "I love to see you laugh.
You don't laugh enough."

She: "But, sir,
I've never been so happy."

He's very moved.

"Truly? How I wish
to see you carefree!"

I like that: "carefree."

I tried "happy" but it's too dull.

"Easy-going" didn't fit.

That's more like us girls.

"Easy women," like they say.
"Carefree" is better.

I love to see you laugh.
You don't laugh enough.

I fear this house is too gloomy,
too austere for you.

I've never been so happy.

Truly? How I wish
to see you carefree.

You even write on death notices?

Whatever comes to hand.

- A relative?
- An uncle.

Was he rich?

He was old and blew every cent.

- On women?
- On books. Let me work.

You come from a weird family!
Books!

I'm getting nowhere!

And when you get nowhere,
you repeat yourself. You ramble.

So that's why you were sighing.

Luckily, Bost will fix it.

The man you work with?

Pierre Bost is gifted.
He's a writer.

And you aren't?

I'm a juggler, a pied piper.

- A poet.
- That's sweet.

Known this Mr. Bost long?

We worked on a film 5 years ago,
but not at the same time.

We only just met.

He was released recently
for excessive thinness.

His release form read:

"Displays a pathetic look."

Bost is terrific.

I want to dazzle him.
It inspires me.

It forces me to...
Yes, I want to dazzle Bost.

If I didn't know you,
I might wonder:

"Does he like women or men?"

Women, naturally. Too much!

The girls' mail. Take it up.

Checkups are on Friday.

Do they mean
next Friday or every Friday?

At least the Germans
write in French.

That one's fine.
Now the 112 on the statue.

Say, Thirard,
for the street scene...

Walking my dog this morning,
I noticed long shadows.

It produced quite a terrific,
mysterious effect.

That's what I want:
Very long shadows!

You'll have them, sir.

I need a hand here.

I told you, no smoking.

What cig?

Stand in for Mr. Fresnay.
The camera will follow you.

- Your butts are gross!
- Not at all!

If you were as well groomed
as my cigs

I steam 'em, dry 'em, comb 'em,
mix 'em with endive,

and I add corn silk.
A real treat!

"So I think life is short,
and hell eternal."

- 48 secs. 79 feet.
- We have the film?

No, sir.

I'll cut the shot in two.
I need 55 feet.

With a short end of 65 feet
and a quick clap, it'll do.

Hear that, men?
The first take has to be right.

Our first takes
have been right for weeks!

They're coming!

They're coming!

Butts!

My extinguisher!

Just checking!

Arthur, watch the sound booth!

A swivel stool for Mr. Fresnay!

How long, Mr. Thirard?
Problems, Mr. Nee?

None, fella.

Get that tattle filter
out of the way.

Mr. Bauermeister!

I'm glad to see you.

Shooting only with short ends
is a juggling act.

We need extra film stock.

Not a foot. You ate up too much
film for the early scenes.

The mountain inn set...
Too many angles, too many takes.

You went too far,
so you're punished: Short ends.

I know you'll do just fine.

Your hair's too long.
A matter of dignity.

They won't provide longer short
ends, so they shorten the hair.

Besides, long hair is filthy.

Gentlemen, to work!

- Hello, Mr. Manuel.
- Is Mr. Tourneur still here?

He's in his office.

I came to tell him
I won't be scoring his film.

You're quitting?

Look after yourself, sir.

The wind has to change someday.

Children, Paul needs the table.

Relax, he'll replace it.

Sorry. I sold this one.
That's business!

No hurry. My boys won't be here
for half an hour.

They'll have another one.

So, you're in the movies?

Quite a world! You're lucky.
I love artists!

She can tell you.

Especially famous artists.

I had Raimu over for dinner here.
I live upstairs.

Raimul!

A quart of olive oil got him here!

You know any stars?
I'll invite them.

Name one, I'll see to it.

Not everyone likes olive oil.

Anything!

I can get anything.
I have connections.

Give me some names.

- Off the top of my head?
- Let's hear it.

Alerme.

Debucourt.

Gravey.

Sorry, I don't know him...

Women, rather. Women are pretty.

I have perfume.

Stockings.

Moreno.

Marguerite Moreno.

That old bag? He pulling my leg?

He's a fan. He's seen your films.
He can talk about them.

It's just a lunch.
Anything more is your business.

What's this guy do?

He's in business. Like everyone.

Business, business! What kind?

Property, I think.
He deals in furniture.

He's an antique dealer?

Yes... I don't know. Maybe.

He may not know gothic
from Louis Seize,

but he trades furniture
on the black market.

We're his guests.
You'll get a gift of your choice.

Nothing to it!

Except it's in a shady place.

Shady? It's a brothel.
It's not shady!

You'll like the Madame.

Will I like your doll?

Olga's like a little sister to me.

Okay, okay, I'll come.

I want oysters, foie gras...

And for the gift: Coffee.

Coffee beans... Watch my makeup!

Real coffee.

But I warn you: No Germans.
Not at the table.

- It's so Chinese!
- It's oriental.

I asked Reine to accompany me.

My seamstress and friend.
Reine Sorignal.

Why, of course.
A friend, Marinette Burguiére.

Come this way

I'm delighted
to have you here, children.

They're just passing through!

We'll go upstairs.

Your Suzanne's a looker.

You're quite a couple!

Watch the steps.

It's waxed Prussian-style.

Nice!

Sorry, it's like a junk shop here.
There's no room.

The table, the statue

I've seen this before...
It's magnificent!

Oysters! I must be dreaming.

Never too old!

A promise is a promise.
Abyssinian. A good pound.

Thanks so much.

Nothing like pre-war coffee.

- Wait till the war's over.
- It won't be pre-war.

For you...

They're autographed.

Why do you always do period films?
For the gowns?

I don't write my roles.
Fortunately.

People are scrambling for fabric.

True, fabric is hard to come by.

Designers don't have that problem.
They just have to pay.

Money buys everything.

A period film's a good medium
for putting ideas across.

Nowadays, any critical allusion to
the army, the church, the family...

The police.

The police... It's censored!

In suit and tie,
you're a public threat.

But say it in a period costume...

Other times, other ways.

Cheers!

To us!

Mouton-Rothschild 1929.
It's not dishwater!

You make a lot?

Goodness, yes.

How much?

Excuse me?

Sorry. I'm nosey.

It's no secret.

In a play, I get 4,000 francs
per performance.

Really?

But in a movie, I make up for it.
I can earn 30,000.

That's more like it.

How about you?

It's pretty unpredictable with us.
There are ups and downs.

But it takes stamina.

Do you know Mr. Giraudoux?
Jean Giraudoux?

Sure, I know him. By name.

I mean in person.

No. But I think I might, some day.

Juliette, more chestnuts!

I know him.

Jean used to take me
to lunch with him at Louvre Hotel.

He's really got manners.

And education.

And goodness.

He's not paid
what he's worth, either.

Some more pheasant, darling?

You look lovely.

Every man for himself
and God for me!

Juliette will bring cigars
and coffee.

You're having fun.

The kid's a gas!
She asked what I earn

on dresses per month.
She totted it up

and said I'd earn more
with a leather goods shop.

You pushing me?

No, you're the one who's pushing.

You ask me:
"Is Max Ernst a Jew?"

I answer: "Who gives a damn!"

"A great artist?" "Absolutely.”

"Can one be an artist and a Jew?"
"Certainly.

"But I won't denounce any." Then:
"Is Celine a great writer?" "Yes!"

"You approve
his anti-Semitic work?"

"I don't read the rags
he writes for."

"So, you're a Jew-lover."
"Mostly, I've been a Jewess-lover!"

I may be drunk, but it won't stop
me from speaking my mind!

He's back again!

With his net!

- You sure?
- I saw him.

Take a look.

He's a bit thick!

Dirty creep!

Who?

What's this about?

It's just Camille.
A guy who catches cats.

Cats?

What's he do with all those cats?

He skins them or sells them
for food, who knows?

Maybe they served us cat.

No, it had feathers.

- Calm down.
- I'll punch him out!

I'd warned him.

Nothing's dumber
than an anti-Semite!

Listen to yourself!

What are they doing?

They're hitting him!

Oh, my God!

Take him away!

Shit, split it again!

You're crazy! He's dangerous.
He's a cop for the Germans.

I've wrangled with cops before.

Please, Jean, calm down.
Do it for me.

He started, I'll finish.

He's good for the prison infirmary.

I fixed him good.

Beating up a tramp in his 60s...!

He gets this way.

He's overworked.
So when he drinks, he collapses.

Mr. Tourneur, could I add...?

- How much time?
- Three minutes.

Sure, they're real pearls.

Move the table closer.

There was an extra here.

Hear that, Jacques?

Hop to it!

This is take 597.

Don't touch what's on your plate.

- Not even the lettuce.
- The chicken looks yummy.

It's not chicken, it's rutabaga.
Like the rest.

Carved. And raw.

But we have to look like
we're eating.

So look like it, without eating.

Character acting, right?

How low are you framing?

Just under her treasure chest.

- A lot of chest! Get a shawl.
- It's my endowment!

A shawl for the young lady!

You'll be on Ladies' Delight next.

- So what?
- I want a part.

A real role. No more extra work.

- What's a real role?
- You know.

Three scenes with three lines.
For a dozen eggs.

- Eggs aren't rare.
- A rabbit, then.

Okay, but with six eggs.

- 6 eggs and half a rabbit.
- The liver included.

For tomorrow. I have guests.

Mr. Fresnay, on the set!

Mr. Fresnay's right here!

Mr. Fresnay's on the set,
always ready!

Lift your boom when the kid exits.

You bet! We'll lift it.

Ready, ladies and gents?

Care to see the set-up, sir?

What's with gramps?

We're going to shoot!

My wife's been incarcerated
by the police in Vittel.

She still has a US passport.
She's American. I'm worried.

I understand, sir.

My mind's not on this.
So if you'd fill in for me...

Count on me, sir.

Go to it, fella. We're behind you.

Okay. The camera goes here,
with a 35.

At first, we don't see Mr. Larquey,
only his shadow.

His name is Angel.
I want a strange, eerie effect.

You'll have it, sir.

Rehearsal. Silence.

Don't wrinkle my tie!

It's a bad idea.

- It's like a wax museum.
- No, you'll see.

There's no mystery.
We have to imagine the hand.

If it doesn't work, we cut it.

This will go great guns, fellas!

We'll see!

Thanks for my script.

What about it?

For backing it against Clouzot's.
Thanks!

Yours was shorter.

I'm not a philanthropist.

So we'll make a little deal.

Today, one cent.
Tomorrow, two cents...

It gives you time
to make a decision.

8 cents, 16 cents, 32, 64, 128,

256, 512, 1024...

Doubling it to infinity.

You know what infinity's like?

I know. I've been there.
It's quite nice.

Cut!

Not only great guns,
but howitzers!

I'll lead the way.

Don't buy it, mister,
don't buy it!

Quiet! You sorcerer!

And the shadows, sir?

His name's Angel so he thinks
he's everyone's guardian.

It's very good.

I couldn't have done better.

Thank you.

- You believe in that?
- Why shouldn't 1?

But it's impossible.

You have no valid reason to refuse.

I do! I'm under contract.
I'm tied up until Jan. '43.

Predated contracts
which arrived just in time!

That's all right. Eat! Drink!

I choose good subjects,
3 times out of 5.

I don't make films in Germany.

I leave our propaganda
to the French.

Vichy censorship can't touch us
and I pay the best.

- What more do you want?
- I don't know.

Isn't it a bit too salty?

Salt always hides something.

Ever since the Middle Ages.

Forget the Middle Ages, Aurenche.

It's salted just right.

Hire Prévert.
Hire Jeanson, Very, Laroche...

Jeanson was denounced
by the French.

And the others tell me,
"Hire Aurenche."

Spaak!

Hello, Dr. Greven.

Tell him to work for me, Spaak.

Tell him I'm no ogre.

Odette Joyeux is raving
about Love Letters.

Thanks. How about you?

I have my ups and downs.

He's not afraid to work for me.
He's finishing a film

and he's signed to do
a Simenon, a Maigret.

Give him my two films then.

He doesn't have
that French light touch.

You have it. I want to make
lots of good films.

Better than the Americans.
So I need good scripts,

- hence, good scriptwriters.
- Take your pick.

There's nothing to pick.
And you know why?

No more Jews. Not in Germany,
not here. The best writers

were Jews. Natanson, Andre Lang,
Pierre Wolff. All gone!

If you know any, send them over.

Mr. Greven,

even if I knew any,
think I'd tell you?

Know what you risk
talking to me like that?

I could send you
to Germany tomorrow.

Sure... If I were a laborer

or maitre d'hotel,
I'd answer differently.

But we're 2 bourgeois. I'm poorer,
but still a bourgeois.

We're two of a kind.

I have a Jew at Continental.
And communist, too.

I know it. He doesn't know I know.

Just one film, Aurenche. A comedy.

You know how to write gags.

I'll have Fernandel in 3 months.
He'll direct.

It's called Adrien.
A Jean de Letraz hit.

But those kind of plays...

Just what I loathe.

As for Fernandel...

He's a gag factory, a walking gag.

Where would I fit in?
I'd ruin it all.

René!

René Wheeler!

Selling shoelaces?

Not by choice. I have to eat.

I don't sell any so I don't eat.

I just turned down a film.
A piece of crap.

I can accept it for you.
You write and collect.

There are bad points.
Director and star: Fernandel.

For Continental, the Fritz.

Eat with the devil,
at least you eat.

Is that cop here
to monitor the gags?

I've had this idea
I wanted to do with you.

A story about river poachers.

A totally free narrative.

- Shot entirely on location.
- Which region?

The Rhone. Simple people.

Anarchists,
extravagant as we like them.

Well, Aurenche!

I'm not fickle, but when I left...

You know what Napoleon said?

René Wheeler, a first-class writer.
Take him and we'll be a team.

What did our friend Napoleon say?

It'll come back to me.
René's free as of now...

He knows it's Fernandel in front
and behind the camera.

Fernandel's ideas, gags, the works.

He talks so I'll say yes
without thinking.

But still, I'm thinking.

And I say yes anyway.

Go up and see Marcel Bryau,

who's in charge of contracts.

Don't go. I'll see you in a minute.

"Patience and time accomplish more
than force and rage."

That's it.

Have a good day.

Come along.

So it's Fernandel.

Your timing of the Tourneur film
was perfect!

Only a 17-second difference
with the final cut.

Do the same on Ladies' Delight.
You'll work with Cayatte.

The Military Cross?
And the stars are citations?

You were an officer?

Cavalry lieutenant, transferred
to a reconnaissance group.

But what happened to you French?
This whole debacle!

In 14 you held firm.
I fought you, you had courage!

But now, why this beating?
Why so fast?

Fine. I have one, too.
I was a fighter pilot.

See Bauermeister. You have 30 days.
Nights, rather.

Power shortage.
Take 2 extra nights.

Cayatte lacks experience.
You have it.

Show him where the camera goes.

It's freezing!

The young lady there...

That's a projector,
not a foot-warmer.

Put a scrim on that projector.

The two girls on the left...

The lady in the brown coat,

move to the left.
The other lady, too. My left.

Not your left.

You're holding me up.
I'm going to work.

- Ausweis, please!
- What ausweis?

Your pass.

You have my ID. My papers
are in order. Tell them!

It's curfew. You need ausweis.

I'm an extra! Over there.
Ladies' Delight! Extra!

Me, movies, Continental, studio!

Continental is you! It's German!

- Tract!
- That's nothing

I found it on the ground!

I'm gonna make a stink!
I know the director!

And I work for you!
Continental is German, it's you!

I'm cold and hungry!

I have fish bone paste.

They're coming!

- Butts!
- What a waste!

Quiet on the set!

Ready, everybody?

Ready, Michel?

Let's do it.

- A chair?
- No, thank you.

Do you need anything?

Ladies' Delight. Scene 248, take 1!

Action!

Take your money back.
Baudu doesn't accept charity.

You ruined me,

but you won't last. You've created

a mastrous monchine... Shit!

Cut!

"A monstrous machine"!

This was written
by a mindless midget.

- Stay in your places.
- I'm in my place!

- It's okay, Michel.
- Bug off!

Silence!

Hammers!

Maybe there's no director!

Watch your manners!

- Water for Mr. Simon.
- Which take?

- Sixth.
- Bad times in Billancourt!

In 20 years, trade will be
one big battlefield,

on which quality,
probity and confidence

will be sacrificed. Beware, Mouret!

You're inaugurating a reign
of junk and razzle-dazzle.

There's a price that you, too

that you too, one day...

What? "You, too, one day..." What!

I can't do it!

I can't go on playing
with watchdogs around.

Take a 3-minute break.

Reload!

Michel's a pain, but what balls!

Swiss balls! Safer
than Gallic ones. Neutral balls!

It's going to be hell!

Machine guns and anti-aircraft
guns. We'll go nuts!

- Go to my godmother.
- They won't shoot all day.

Where'd you get this?

The dairywoman.
I hired her daughter as an extra.

Can the baby eat it?

Sure, sure.

It's milk. He can eat the cream.

As for us... the crust is good.

Your brother gets my goat.

He only comes to pick up girls.

But tonight, absent for duty.

What do you mean?

He never showed up.

I found him work as an extra.
But him...

He'll get packed off to Germany,
like my brother.

Except that he got squealed on.

It's been a while.

It's every day now.

Air raids all the time!
Your Brits are a pain!

And always the same targets:
Renault, Salmson, Sauter.

So long, Billancourt!
I'm moving to Rue St. Charles.

But that's right where Citroen is!

So? They'd never bomb Citroen.
Citroen is all Jews.

- Mr. Raoul!
- This isn't bad.

More of that gutless literature.
My hat's no trash can!

Rehearsal, gentlemen!

I dare you to repeat that.

What you call my tomahawk pin
is Pétain's francisque.

I'm proud of it!

But you still kiss Kraut ass!

I fought them but I respect
the victors.

- "And I inform." ”
- What nerve!

Hands off! I'll denounce you!

Mr. Aimable!

You're behind on
the set construction.

Let me show you why.

Coffins?

The wood for our sets.
Requisitioned.

It's in great demand
on the Russian front.

That's furniture
for the Atlantic Wall.

The studio head
sells to the Krauts.

No profit is too small.

To make household savings,
use everything.

Let nothing go to waste...

Mom, what're you doing here?

Simone got a summons.

- Summons?
- I came to watch the baby.

- Summoned by whom?
- How should I know?

You know Simone. She called,
showed me a paper when I got here,

- and said: "I'm going to Fresnes."
- The prison! I'm going.

You're crazy!

Try the police first.

It must be those shoe coupons.
They looked shady to me.

She got them from her father.

Those shoes were trash...

Wood and cardboard.

Let the time go by.

Let the days go past.

Let the wind blow high

but make sure love stands fast...

Strange place to meet.

There's safety in numbers.

You wanted to see me?

I'm worried.

Simone got a summons.
I asked the police. No news.

Who summoned her? Where?

I don't know. But she's at Fresnes.

I'll ask around.

Continental's no protection.
This proves it.

That's irrelevant.
She works at Sirius Distribution.

If we got her out...

Our job is intelligence,
infiltration,

not playing commandos.

Sorry to wake you, Mom.

It was because of Jacques.

He was arrested outside the studio.

He was going to work.

They found tracts on him.

They didn't hurt you?

No, not me.

He's at Cherche-Midi Prison.

Better than Fresnes.

I think...

One little tract! It's no big deal.
Maybe he found it.

I saw the report.
It's not one tract.

Everyone says that, "I found it!"

But two! You don't find two!

Two tracts is a big deal!

He's only 20. He's a kid.

The Russian front is full of
German kids who may never reach 20.

Excuse me.

I overheard you.

It's a regulation.
A German directive.

If there are several tracts,
they investigate.

You should speak
to Mr. Von Schertel.

Wait here, I'll see if he's free.

His name's Dubuis, isn't it?
Jacques Dubuis?

And the herbs!
A stew without herbs is mush.

Herbs and the marrow bone.

Ah, the marrow bone!

A thing of the past!

But I should tell you about
my mother's stew for funeral meals.

Shoulder, shank, ribs...

Beef cheeks.
Sorry, I have to run. See you.

Have you checked on
My Love is Yours?

Mr. Pottier wants you.

Sure, sure.

And your contract! Bring it in
signed. I've asked you 10 times!

Sure, of course.

Ah, Devaivre! I know you're crying
for lumber and film stock.

Materials and film are my
department. I decide who gets it.

I know, Mr. Beurkley.

If you need anything, come see me.

Come in.

My secretary told me
about your brother-in-law.

He's not a Jew? A Communist?

A Freemason?

You have a good reputation here
at Continental.

I'll look into it.

I swear! It came back to me...

You sure?

The statue was at Harry Baur's.

He'd invited Christian and me over.
His collection

was stunning:
Paintings, books, and bronzes,

- including that one.
- Oh, my God!

- She's fooling herself!
- She can fool me, her husband,

but not about something so minor.

Anyway, she's a lousy liar.

That Paul isn't just a dealer
or an ex-vice squad cop.

He robbed Baur
before murdering him!

He doesn't scare me.

You can't speak to him,
smile at him... He's Gestapo.

Come with me.

I'd love to, but I can't leave now.

Where would we go?

How long would you stay with me?

My dear, sweet Olga,

It's not you I left,
but that murderer, Paul Maillebuau.

You know deep down
I'm an incorrigible flirt,

loyal to all my women,
not just one,

to my friends and my beliefs, too.

That's the risky part nowadays.
I have the courage to write,

but I can't stand physical pain.

Still, I want to face these
shameful times with integrity,

using my own weapons,

not writing a single scene or line,
even just to eat,

that might seem to support
all the horrible things I loathe

and which Paul Maillebuau embodies.

Stay away from him, Olga.

I'll call next week
to see how you are.

Love, Jean.

It's closed?

- Isn't it obvious?
- Be nice to a blind man.

I'm crying!

Why do these things
always happen to you?

I'm spoiled by the gods!

What's that?

What're you waving at me?

What?

That ring! Nothing escapes me.

From the new guy? The wop?
He's in good, is he?

- Show my friends respect.
- No, show me respect!

That ring's an insult!
An obscenity!

You should talk!
The way you carry on in a brothel!

I'll leave you alone.

No, stay!

Yes, stay!
You're part of the family.

You've slept together, haven't you?

Don't try turning the tables on me!

You're a tart! A kept woman!

We've been through this before.
I love you,

but I love life, fine things...

Things I can't buy you.

- Darling...
- It's fake!

Fake?

Stop it, children.

Fake? I doubt that very much!

In Africa
it's called a Congolese emerald.

You creep!

They're sold on every
street corner. Everywhere!

Stop it! You're lying!

Let's see.

Here, look!

Congolese fake!

Listen to him! Fake!

What're you doing?

I threw it out.

Get out!

Get out of here right now!

Your suitcases.

What a jerk!

I can't see a thing!

Goddammit to hell!

We'll find it.

I looked all over.
I must've thrown it too far,

or someone picked it up.

I'll pay her back.
I'll buy her another.

You've no idea
how much that ring cost.

I'll sell my Soutine.
I was offered a fortune for it.

It would kill me

I don't even know
where I'm sleeping tonight.

- It's heavy!
- You can say that again.

- I'll carry it.
- I won't say no.

I forgot my hat.

When my husband died
I thought of moving,

but I like this area.

I have my room, there are 2 others.

That's too much bother.
Is it worth making up 2 beds?

Isn't it a beauty?

If it's worth a fortune, yes.

You're lovely without your hat.

For those waiting for cod,
we're out.

Without coupons, I have date paste.

Very sweet, not very good.

We don't have much choice.

We come, we wait,
and take what's left.

Here, Mom.

The December ration tickets
aren't in yet.

I'm off to Sirius.

Masson asked Jean
to come photograph a poster.

Excuse me.

No wine before Tuesday!

Only Jerusalem artichokes left.

Wait! You won't get off so easy.

You promised me something.

Hello, Gilberte.

Is Simone here?

I thought I'd miss you.

Masson's inside. I must run.

That's right:
You run, I run, everybody runs!

Can't they afford a photographer?
What misers!

And that Beurkley!

He hires poor emptyheaded actresses
so he can bed them.

A Gestapo bastard, for sure!

I'm quitting Continental,
I'm fed up!

Fed up with not saying what
I think, kowtowing... fed up!

- I couldn't help your brother.
- We're all fed up.

You're acting like a child!

Keep going, for my brother.

- Keep going, but how?
- Keep going!

I'm expecting some news.

Mr. Duborny has contacts
at Cherche-Midi.

I have to run.

Go see Masson.

She's his girl since Carthacalha?

Beurkley's?

With his connections,
he's got more. But she's one.

He forgot his briefcase.

Two at a time, side by side.

Faster!

I can't go any faster.

Is he coming back?

Yes.

Hurry, let's finish.

Done.

You'll be the death of me.

Why'd you do that?

If no one does anything...

Hello, my dear fellow.

There should be royalties
waiting on my adapted books.

Haven't we met?

- Sure, Mr. Pierre Nord.
- Right, Devaivre.

You did my trailers in '38-'39.

You work here now?

No, at Continental Films.

Is that so?

Of course. Do I see the cashier
for my royalties?

Masson just told me.
Do you know what you photographed?

Not at all. It's in German.

Give me the film.

I'll handle it.

What I want mostly...

My brother-in-law's been arrested.

His name may be in there.

Jacques Dubuis.

There's not much chance...
but you never know.

You have a phone number?

MOLitor 0930.

- Where can I reach you?
- I travel a lot.

In case of an extreme emergency,

Lyon station, 3rd class waiting
room, Thursday and Saturday.

I'm a civil servant.

In Vichy.

I break my neck!

This way, Mr. Pottier.

My coat.

Here.

Isn't Annie wonderful?
You should be delighted.

Can't I ever have a screening
without an air raid?

Tomorrow at 10 a.m.
Postpone the screening of The Crow.

I'll let Clouzot know.

Very well, sir.

To the shelter!

Simone!

Where are you? No arguments...

You're leaving.

You're going to my godmother's.

We're ready. I was waiting for you.
The next train's at 4:15.

Couldn't it wait... till tomorrow?

Tomorrow I won't have the strength.

It's all right.

20-minute stop!

I was an hour early,
not to be late!

I feel so filthy!

How you've grown!

Jean couldn't come?

Too much work.

Him and his movies!
They're not God!

For Jean, they are.

He'll turn up
the first chance he gets.

But it's 250 miles!

Hurry, Estelle!

Visiting the poor always take time.

Not the time spent with them,
but the time climbing stairs!

The poor always live high up.

Not that one, it's too nice.

You see, young lady,

you must learn to choose
what you give the destitute.

If you give them fine things,

you also give them regrets
for the luxury they'll never have.

But if you like that blouse...

My God, they're laughing!
We blew it!

They're not laughing at it,
they're laughing with us.

With Moreno.
They love her. So do I.

She embodies
the cruel good conscience

of the bourgeois aristocracy
which is alive and well.

She shows her true self.
It's funny.

When you read it, you laughed, too.

- True. I did.
- You see!

A drama without any humor
is stiff as a board.

Therese, you're foolish!
You hardly have enough to eat.

We get by with the animals.

That's it!

The cat eats the bird,
who eats the cat? You do!

When you're starving!

I wish you patience
and resignation.

What should we wish you, dear lady?

Wish her impatience and revolt!

Magnificent!
A very fluid manner of...

Not only good taste and skill,

but a blend of virulence and grace,
a very personal grace,

a young lady's grace,
a caustic grace...

You're a young lady, old man!

The end doesn't work.
I needed more time and money.

You know the producers.
Not yours, Continental's loaded.

Adrien is an accident.

Sure, bread and butter work.
As for money...

Like it?

"Impatience and revolt..."
Wait till Vichy sees it.

- Did you like it?
- Yes, I did.

I love when she says:
"I want to be happy, not humble."

You'll have
censorship problems, Bost.

And the Church may rate it a 5,
"To be prohibited." Maybe worse.

There's worse than a prohibition?

A 6. Like for my film
A Life of Pleasure.

"Socially, morally
and religiously pernicious."

Do they burn the unlucky films?

Yes, and they shoot
the imprudent audiences.

You!
Aren't you Pottier's assistant?

Yes, sir. Le Chanois
asked me to come tonight.

That's his business. Tell Pottier

I haven't finished
the Maigret script.

Don't forget.
I can't run after him.

Pierre!

She says it's a proud film.
Superb, isn't it?

Why's that, miss?

Because everyone faces up.

The young to their elders,
the servants to their masters.

And when Douce dies, it's sad,

but she wasn't happy with
those people, so better to die.

Jean! I knew it!

He needs his sleep.

Will we be able to talk normally
after this?

Don't you want to see Paris?

I mended the collar and pocket.

Put them in my suitcase.

Thanks for keeping them...
under the spuds.

Be careful.

What if I stayed?

What would Tourneur do without you?

Need a hand?

- Going far?
- Paris.

I can take you to the station.

No, I'm going by bike.

Good God! You a bicycle racer?

Don't bother.

I used to race,
but mainly on tracks.

The Vel d'Hiv bicycle races.
I'm in shape.

But from here to Paris
is over 220 miles.

240 one way, 240 the other.

Still, the train's easier.

They're constantly inspected.

"Papers! Open your bags!"

Roads, too. Afraid of something?

I'll give you a lift.

You say you're from Curbigny...
You know Marc Bérot?

He's a neighbor.
I mainly know Mrs. Barou.

Josephine? She's a good friend!

I'm her godson.

Good Lord, are you the star?
The one in movies? Devaivre?

Rene Fléchard, plumber-roofer.

- We stopping?
- This calls for a drink.

You need energy.

- I wouldn't deprive you.
- We've got plenty here.

Thanks.

Some take advantage:
Butter at 1000 F, eggs at 10.

- Drink up.
- It'll knock me out.

We'll settle scores someday.

You make note
of the collaborators, too?

Yes and no.
I work at a German firm.

Oh, shit!

It just happened that way.
We're not pals.

But it's true, it's a problem.

I'm in a bind...
Between work and my family

I want out,
but there could be reprisals.

Anyway, where could I go?

There is a place.

If you decide, I'll tell you where.

Nicht black market! For my kids!

- Who is it?
- It's Louis, your brother.

Anyone see you? The concierge?

You hardly wrote. We were worried.
Especially the folks.

A card every 6 months!

It's over now.

- I hate to write.
- So, in fact, you escaped.

In fact, yes.

They kept saying,
"Workers, not prisoners!"

But if you went out,
you knew what to expect.

I itch!

Stowaways are fine
for adventure stories...

- But Berlin-Paris...
- Here?

Lying half frozen
on a boxcar roof,

half scorched
against a hot water pipe...

Good luck!

You can find me work here,

like for your in-law?

He's in big trouble.

They arrested him in March,
and no sign of him since.

That doesn't mean a thing.

Take me: I vanish, I reappear!

He'll turn up again.

Jacques Dubuis, my brother,
never came back.

And I never saw him again.

Except once,
57 years after his arrest,

in 8 Men in a Chateau.
He was an extra.

That's him!

The Germans sent him to die
in a Silesian salt mine.

He grew so thin

his campmates called him
"Stringbean."

He was 20 years old.

The other day, at the Académie
Francaise, that taffeta thing,

the "slipper" -play...
What an endless bore!

My wife understood it,
but she's a bridge whiz. Bingo!

Excuse me!

The metro was packed!

Suzanne was perfect.
Losing weight helped.

But he got fatter. How'd he do it?

Splendid, Suzanne!

A superb funeral for riffraff!
The cream of Paris Corsicans!

Carbone and Spirito,
the underworld kings...

Tino Rossi sang?

As good as a state funeral,
and cartloads of flowers!

My dear

my dear, you were fabulous!

Leg of lamb!

You remind me of...
the name escapes me...

An American actor...
What's his name?

So kind of you!

The audience hung on every word.

Yes, it's so...

And the play's fairly short.
That's what's great!

Plays are all too long.
Even short, Claudel is long.

Haven't we met?

Richebé. Can we talk?

But Suzanne...

You came! I've missed you so much!

Congratulations!

- Rewriting Michel Duran's script?
- Only your lines.

You're an angel. Danielle Darrieux
sent me a sweet note.

I waited for you every day.

I swear, I'm doing you a favor.

They've arrested Jeanson twice,
Spaak's in for it now.

Why not me next?

Who knows you live with me?

They censored
the best scene in Douce.

The Countess's
visit to the poor, cut!

They did the same to Spaak.

The method:
Censorship, then prison.

Why not just say "I'm leaving"?

"Because I saw Suzanne again."

She told me.

"Because I miss her."

"Our affair was just a bandage.
I healed, so I'm leaving."

Are you angry?

If only I could be.

- What?
- My painting stays put.

Your painting?

What's in my house is mine.
It's the law. Look it up.

Goddamn them!

Suitcases!

Women and suitcases!

Darling! But you're too early!

- I was to call you.
- But since I'm here...

So is my husband.

- Who is it?
- Nothing, it's a charity.

Have anything hot, besides coffee?

Beef extract?

Hot milk? Herb tea?

A grog?

There's no rum.
Grog with calvados.

A calvados grog, then.

"Women are more"

"resolute."

Beer-less day.

Another grog. A hefty one.

We're nearly out of gas.

A cold grog?

Cold.

With less water.

With no water.

A cold grog without water.

- I don't have change.
- No problem.

All that...

Watch the curtain.

What do I tell her?

I don't know

Jean, darling, what is it?

I killed him.

I killed Suzanne's lover.

You've been drinking!
What got into you?

I saw red.

He got arrogant...
You called me a coward.

You did. A little.

He had a gun.
I grabbed it and bang!

What'll we do? What'll you do?

The police. "I did it!"

Sleep first and tomorrow,
the police.

Wait. Think it over.

See a lawyer.

You know what a lawyer costs?

- Less then what you earn.
- And spend!

No lawyer. I'm broke.
It's prison for me.

You can have it back.
Get the best lawyer.

Take it! Get going!

What you just did is beyond words.

Reine, I didn't kill anyone.
I had nowhere to go.

I made it up on the landing.

You didn't kill anyone?

You bastard!

Funny, isn't it?

The detectives' office.
The chief inspector's office.

The sentry box.

You the film director?

You're shaking Maigret's hand.
I'm the original.

I nabbed Mestorino.
But I gotta run.

He's the original?

One of them: They've taken up
beer and pipe-smoking.

Mr. Tourneur...

This closet's perfect.
For Cecile... Her body.

Just fine.

I'll build some steps
for perspective.

As you like. But I want shadows,
corners, possibilities.

- Corners...
- Right up my alley.

It's those cold baths!

- But I mend fast.
- I hope so.

I need you.

Did you read the script on
The Affair of the Poisons?

Yes, I did, sir.

Repulsive. Especially now.

Trash disguised as history.
It wouldn't be wise to do that now.

It shows France
in a shameful light.

You can't stay here.
Go home to bed.

I'll send the company doctor.
I owe you that much.

Can you stand suction cups?

Inhalations,

and above all, rest.

Stay warm and rest.

Make the most of the weekend.
Stay in bed,

drink hot liquids, sweat,

and you'll feel better.

Thanks, doctor.

I'll inform Continental.
I'll come by Monday.

I'll be at work Monday.

For Richard, Stalag 17,

from his mama, Josette...

This is Pottier.

Spaak is done.

He drops off
The Majestic Case script

at Continental at noon.

I understand, but...

You go get script at Continental
right away

and you read it.

A crate of oranges,
not a wagonload.

What'll I do with all that fruit?

I'm putting it back.

Can you read this?

Sure, I can read it.

But I can't understand it.

Think we spoke Kraut together?

If only I could find
Jacques's name.

What's all this stuff?

I'll tell you later.

No. The less you know, the better.

- Going out?
- Just for a few hours.

It's worth it.

Not in your condition

I'm supposed to be asleep.
Don't answer the door.

What about the phone?

Let it ring.

If it keeps up, pretend you're me.

Talk through a hankie and cough.

That's all, just cough.

I get it, I cough.

Stay here.

There you are!

"Saturday. 3rd class waiting room."

I didn't say inside.
So it's something urgent?

- A big package. Want to see it?
- Not here.

Over here.
Explain it to me. We have time.

Get a platform ticket.

Those photos you took were good.

You saved a few necks.
Get a platform ticket

and meet me on platform 15,
5th car, middle compartment.

It's full, ma'am.

There's the cyclist.

He's looking around.

Tell him to get on.

He's suspicious. Let him see you.

Buy a ticket for Melun.

That's not what we said.

And this?

Check it.

You'll ride back.

Quick! We leave in 10 minutes.

Go easy, it's not a tractor.

Get a ticket.

Amazing.

You're amazing.

What's it all about?

It smells... like medicine.

That's my chest. Tincture of iodine.

- Watch yourself.
- I'm okay.

I'm interested in Jacques Dubuis,
my brother-in-law.

He may be on a list.

These aren't police documents.
It's more military.

- We get off at Moulins.
- Moulins?

But I have a ticket for Melun.

Melun? I said Moulins.

You heard wrong.

And my bike?
I have to tell the baggage car

- at the next stop.
- Then tell them!

Tell them.

- So, the key with the red ribbon?
- Red wire.

Ticket check!

Put that away, fast!

Sit over there.

Here...

An administrative pass.

Write your name in.

Hurry!

You've got nerves of steel.

You didn't bat an eyelash.

Nothing to it. It comes naturally.

I get chills afterwards.

- May I have the papers back?
- Sure. Now you can.

Moulins!

25-minute stop!

It's for my bike.

I saw your name on the frame.
You a professional racer?

- Ever win?
- Never.

Neither did I.

I came in 3rd. Behind Péquinet,
and behind...

Behind who else?

Me, maybe?

Wait, your pump! I put it aside.

Go easy on my bike!

You sure took your time.

Stop coughing, it's me.

No, stay put!

Stay there and wait for me.

Whatever you do, wait.

I don't know...

A few hours. 5 or 6.

This is a real opportunity.

I'll radio the Brits while you fly.

Fly?

I'm not flying!

Keep the papers. I'm going home.

Listen!

The British want to know
how you got these papers.

In person, you can convince them.
Not by radio.

It's too complicated.

I'm sick! I should be in bed.
My brother's waiting.

I work on Monday. You kidding me?

What you've done is fantastic.

But you have to go all the way.

If I see De Gaulle, what do I say?

What the hell am I doing here?

You steal these from a chemist's?

It's me. Tincture of iodine.

- You speak English?
- Sort of.

No, not really, not well.

Badly. Act as if not at all.

I have to get back fast.
If you could read them quickly

I have to be at work Monday.

Want eat?

Some tea?

If you want...

Aren't you reading the file?

Very secret.

How did you get this...
in your hands? Tell me.

It's like this

I work in the movies.

For Continental.
German company, but French films.

Two floors cinema, and the office
of an SD... Whatever that means...

Good.

Nothing to do with movies.
It's Von Schertel's office.

At the end of the hall.

I was home sick yesterday.
A doozer.

Grippe.

I had trouble with the lock...

Go on.

You take a key...

A key on a red wire.

If you wouldn't mind starting over
for me...

Start over, from where?

The beginning.

What do you mean?

If you don't mind.

Von Schertel...
In the pictures, he does what?

Nothing.

It's geographic.

He's just there.
At the end of the hall.

You're at home. You get a call.
From whom?

The director. Richard Pottier.
My director.

Not another one!

What time is it?

I have to get home and no one's
even bothered to read what...

Now start over.

No more interruptions.

It's like this...
I work in the movies...

The wrong key?
You expect me to believe that?

I couldn't believe it either.
But it worked.

Why did you steal it? Why this?
In a cinema office?

You don't understand.

You're not listening.

Yesterday was Saturday.
You work Saturdays?

Pottier phoned me.

Pottier, Richard. Me, assistant.
He doesn't care if I'm sick.

He sends me to the Champs-Elysées.
I told this to him, him

you!

That thing in your hand.
What is that?

My pump.

You need a bicycle pump
on the airplane?

No, it just happened like that!

I was going to pick up a script.

It was the wrong key.
I don't think, I just do it.

Then things snowballed.

The train, Melun, Moulins,
the plane, and now you!

I've done my job! Enough!

I'm going home. What time is it?

What are you working on?

I'm starting Cécile is Dead...
A Simenon. Maigret.

Harry Baur...

- He's a fine Maigret.
- It's Albert Préjean this time.

You should use Baur again.

He's dead.

Sit down.

Get off my back with that tea.

Do you understand English?

A little. If you talk slowly.

Faster. I'll understand better.

Is that English?

Me not Saint Cloud.
Me, Boulogne.

Work now, Monday. Leave.

Good night, all!

You come with me.
I have a mission over France.

I'll drop you on the way.

Great! Why am I being measured?

If we boom, you can blow to pieces.

With measurements,
a piece is enough for a name.

Sign this waiver.

The British crown
is not responsible.

Have some tea.

They're nuts with their tea!

My wife loves tea.
We can't get any in France.

I don't care for the stuff, but...

We climbing?

Yes, region very Pétain.

Bad for us. We climb over flak.

Not afraid?

We're hit. We may turn back.

Turn back?

Impossible turn back!

That's enough! I'm going home!

My family, my brother's waiting.
He'll be shot, understand?

Blockhead! Moron! Shot!

Calm down.

I have to jump, I'm jumping!

Jump!

Your two feet together.
One foot lower and you break it.

The knees like springs.
And forward!

Curl up and roll, I know.
I was a jockey.

- What's that?
- Tea for your wife.

Find him, dammit!
I've had my fill of amateurs!

Over there, I think!

Here he is!

I'll remember this!

You're here, no?

It's a miracle.

What time is it?

Is this yours?

I should do a written report.

If I had to explain this
in writing, it would take hours.

Don't bother. I'm here.
Just get me to Moulins.

I'm going home. Basta.
And no one's the wiser.

Where's my pump?

What pump?

The Bluemels, black celluloid.
Long, lightweight...

And what's that?

It happens.

The next train for Paris?

4-42 p.m. via Nevers,
Gien, Montargis.

1st, 2nd and 3rd class.

Anything else?

But tomorrow the same 4:42...

It's me, Jean.

My bike...

The phone rang off the hook.

First, our folks. They wanted
news about me. I said you were ill.

Then Mr. Tourneur.

I imitated your voice.
It was easy, I caught your germs.

What did Tourneur want?

To see how you were.
He was worried about you.

Who else called?

Richard Pottier.

I barely understood him.
He's down with it, too.

No, it's his accent.

Hungarian or Austrian.

It comes off.

Reassure Mom. I'm fine.

Take my bike.

Careful, the front wheel's bent.
A pedal's loose.

It makes a noise.

It's done a lot of riding, I guess.

If I told you,
you wouldn't believe me.

- Jean Devaivre?
- Yes, but...

Continental Films. Inspection.

Why aren't you at work?

I'm sick.

Sick with what?

The doctor came.

The Continental doktor.

Ask him.

Mr. Spaak's script. You have it?

There, on the stack.

You read all that?

I read what I'm given.

No other papers from Spaak?

I'm out of coal.

I have a fever. I'm shivering.
If you have coal for me, thanks.

The bed's cold.

So?

You were supposedly in bed.

On the bed,

not in it.

- Where were you yesterday?
- Here, resting.

The prescription's here.

You live alone? Why?

My wife and child
are in the country.

Why?

The air's better there.

Do you have I.D. papers?

May I ask what this is about?

Suction cups.

Turn around.

Who applied them?

My mother. She comes every day.
The concierge

must have told you.

Very hard calves.

That's what the doctor said:
"What hard calves!"

He doesn't know why either.

What about my papers?

You won't need them before tomorrow.
I'll be back then.

What're you doing?

As you see: I'm examining you.
How do you feel?

Better. Fine. Hello, doctor...

Weren't you coming back tomorrow?

It is tomorrow.

If you've slept since my visit,

it's been over 24 hours.

I have to work!

I doubt that

I'm strong enough. I feel better.

I admit 3 days of rest has helped
your recovery, but still...

What did Mr. Bauermeister say?

He's expecting you.

Your papers.

The keys are in the door.

They made such a fuss!

But there were only two people
here Saturday.

Spaak brings the script.
You come for it.

So it's simple.
When it's not you, it's him.

Maybe someone else?

The guardian's always here.
It's not possible.

Maybe they lost them.

Are you so interested a lot?

No, but if it's not him...

If it's not him,
the system returns to you.

So, quiet.

These days, it's better to shut up.

It's always better.

But right now it's an obligation.

This is where they find the body.

I'm doing insert shots on Stage B.

If it isn't Softi!

Still tiptoeing around like a sneak.

Leave him alone.

You're getting sloppy!
Leaving nasty papers around.

"Those who work for the Krauts
will be treated like Krauts."

Where'd you get that?

The illegal union.
As if one was legal!

You seen this?

Crap! All tracts are crap!

On all sides, De Gaulle's
as well as the Communists'.

It's his mother.

She hounded him for a red flag.
So he went to get her one.

Instead of waiting here, quietly,

for them to come. Right?

They are coming, Jean-Paul?

Patience, we're on our way!

Get off my back!

I imagined a bigger fish tank.

It's to measure.

There's a collection for our buddies

killed by the Brits at Photosonor.

- I'll chip in some cash.
- Afraid to cash in your chips?

So long.

You don't look well.

I'm okay.

Well, not really.

I was at a meeting
with the comrades. I'm sick over it.

Film people and others.
"Real workers," as they say.

It's clear.
No more contact with the Krauts.

That's new.

Continental's German.
You can't work there anymore.

I had the Party's approval.

If not congratulations.

But there's a new party line:
Action-resistance.

Hey, I was resisting back in '40.

Along with Max Douy, Nicolas,
Painlevé and Lemare.

I didn't go begging, like some here,
to dub German films.

Or negotiating with Greven
to make Franco-German newsreels.

I didn't wait
for the invasion of Russia.

I organized, infiltrated studios,
started a union.

When the Fritz go, we won't
have helped the German cinema,

- but saved French cinema.
- Discredited it!

Like Clouzot's vile The Crow!

He never sold out.
He's protecting a Dreyfus, me!

A Levy, Jean Ferry, and others.

His film's an abscess
on France's honor!

It attacks informers.
It's about poison-pen letters,

based on a pre-war case.
Get your facts straight.

So what! That's your business!

It reminds me of those stupid
magazines about stars:

Their earnings, German boyfriends,
Berlin tours...

Movies are just another industry.

The new Party line is
armed struggle. Either you obey,

"or you get out."

Excluded by my comrades!

"Comrade."
A finer word than "brother."

You don't choose a brother.

You choose your comrades.

There were eight of us
in October '40.

Where was Daquin in '40?
Yeah, I'm sick over it.

What about us?

Us?

We do okay.

Forget about them.

Dogs bark, fools act foolish.

I rewrote the opening of Cécile.

The downstairs neighbor...
He has to be meaner.

Hello, Spaak.

I'm sorry.

Not as sorry as I am.

The last time we spoke

was at Fouquet's.

Got a cigarette?

You know I don't smoke.

What's your situation?

I'm questioned every few days.

"Where's your brother?"

I didn't know when they arrested me.
How should I know now?

This wasn't my doing.

I deal with movies.
Not politics or police.

You and I have a problem.

Your contract.

You haven't delivered
the final script on Majestic.

You haven't delivered!

We can't shoot
without the essential.

And me, Dr. Greven,

I can't deliver it
without the essential: My freedom.

Your freedom? Impossible!

It's beyond my power.

But you can still work
in these conditions.

Jeanson did a lot of writing here:
Articles,

script dialogue. I know he did.

Get Duran, or Le Chanois.

Talk to Clouzot.

Clouzot won't hear of it.
You're under sole author contract.

Then sue me.

Spaak, I admire your work.

Grand lllusion,

Who Killed Santa Claus?,
A Life of Pleasure

I love all those films.
It's you I want.

Freedom, as I said,
I can't give you.

But better treatment, I can.

You mean...

Food?

Bread?

Sardines?

For my wife, too?

Food packages?

Tobacco?
I can't write without tobacco.

And erasers, paper, pencils,
a dictionary.

Warm slippers. Aspirin.

I may as well forget liquor.

- The cop's here.
- I'll tell Devaivre.

Maybe some beer.

He's here.

With more lumber,
it would be more impressive.

Why? You do fine with plaster.

Then give me plaster.

So, today's installment? Any good?

All right, but just 3 pages.
Three short pages.

It's not enough!

You can't demand too much
of a man who's starving.

If we had him here on the set,

we'd work faster.
We'd avoid the prison shuttle.

If he were here, you say?

I'll see to that.

Get your papers together.

And my things, too?

No, you come back tonight.

Ladies and gents, back to work.

Action!

Fast.

Faster.

It's no good.

The plates are empty. It's obvious.

Cover the plates and platters.

Or else keep the extras
in front of the dishes.

Yes. It's not good!

The plates are empty. Ridiculous!

You extras,
stand in front of the dishes!

But what goes on the plates?

The usual: Rutabaga,
Jerusalem artichokes, lettuce.

The extras ate it all
while my back was turned!

Jean, please!

And me?

Why does Spaak keep writing
scenes with food in them?

Two months in jail.

Straighten these nails!

- What a nice loaf!
- Easy! It's fake!

Except the piece for Mr. Préjean!

- Shit!
- That's life!

Can you do a cast of this?

For when?

- When it's ready.
- You got it, kid!

For me?

The crew wrote something.

The crew has to hand it to you.

In Von Schertel's office...

The papers.

What papers?

I had three bottles of my own stock!
No more!

I drank two glasses
of three bottles only. Shit!

Bunch of sticky fingers!

Near the North Station.
Maybe farther.

How much farther? The suburbs?

The suburbs, yes.

This pie is delicious.

- Why not finish it?
- Gladly.

That's war. Bombs and death,

but while it's far off,
finish the bottle.

You took part, you endured it

I prefer "endured."

Not me. I had my eyes closed.

Half-open.

Enough to see people and women
go by,

watch them a while

I did nothing serious.

You made films!

"Patience and submission."

No. "Impatience and revolt."

It's good to say when
everyone bows down.

That's why it was cut.

- You wrote that!
- No, we wrote it.

I claim impatience
but the revolt is yours.

Or the other way around.

Still, I think of the story
about the roofer who falls.

Everyone hears his scream.
But those on the wrong side

cross rather than dirty their shoes.

You're funny!
People have to survive somehow.

If survival is all,
how do we differ from animals?

I thought that in the stalag.
Why are we here?

What's the point? I'd have given up.

Then one day,

I saw a prisoner like myself.

He was always busy with something
on his lap.

He was writing.

Writing on Stendahl,
with a piece of lead

stuck in a splinter of wood.
Writing on a writer.

That was his life buoy.

He restored my taste for life.

Some make sheets, some make bread,
others make up stories.

We are nothing more or less
than story-makers.

What good do we do?

We enlighten the lives
of sheet-makers

- and bread-makers.
- Is that enough?

I think so.

And I never forget that
thanks to that,

I made a friend.

Watch the glass doors.
They're made of paper!

Hello, son.

I knew I'd find you here.

We're striking the sets.
We finished at 6 a.m.

I saw Greven. He said to read these.

Tell me what you think.

- Sure, sir.
- I'll be on Stage B,

to see Andrejew.
I'll see you after.

By the way,

Le Chanois was arrested.

When?

At sunup. This morning.

For what reason?

An open secret: His name's Dreyfus.
And he's a communist.

See you in 15 minutes.

I forgot: My brother's sick.
I have to go to the drugstore.

Go ahead.

Goodbye, sir.

Jean Devaivre never returned
to Continental.

He pedaled 17 hours to the maquis

where René Fléchard,
plumber-roofer, was waiting

along with other fighters
who would become his friends.

Le Chanois, on Dr. Greven's demand,

was released within 3 days,
without talking.

He carried on,
but was sanctioned by the Party

for having worked at Continental.

Tourneur was suspended
for almost 2 years after the war

and directed two films
from scripts he hated.

Jean Aurenche,
the ever-faithful friend,

remained close to Pierre Bost
until Bost's death.

He often talked to me about Reine,
Suzanne and Olga.

Olga lost everything in '44,
her hair included,

but got it all back 3 years later.

Jean helped her open her shop

in '47,

the year Devaivre directed
his first film,

La Dame d'onze heures,
which Le Chanois wrote,

followed by The Farm of Seven Sins.

53 years later, in April 2000,

Devaivre told me that if
he had to relive that period,

he'd probably be stupid enough
to do exactly the same thing.

Subtitles:
Cynthia Schoch - Lenny Borger.

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