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This is the city,
Paris, France.

It is just like
any other big city,

London, New York, Tokyo,

except for two
little things--

in Paris,
people eat better,

and in Paris,
people make love...

Well, perhaps not better,
but certainly more often.

They do it any time,
any place--

on the left bank...

On the right bank...

And in between.

They do it by day,

and they do it by night.

The butcher...

The Baker...

And the friendly
undertaker.

They do it in motion.

They do it sitting
absolutely still.

Poodles do it.

Tourists do it.

Generals do it.

Once in a while,
even existentialists do it.

There is young love...

And old love.

Married love...

And illicit love.

That is where I come in.

My name is Claude Chavasse.

I am what you would call
the private eye.

It was Monday, June 11th,
6:15 A.M.

I had been working
the night watch

on the Place Vendome
outside the Ritz Hotel.

In order to protect
the innocent,

I will call this
the case of Madame X.

Of course she was not
entirely innocent.

While Monsieur X
was attending

a business conference
in London,

she was conferring nightly
in suite 14 of The Ritz.

8:45 A.M.

I arrived at number 17
rue Mallebranche

this is where I live.

This is also
where I have my office.

It is a very quiet
neighborhood.

My clients
prefer it this way.

Bonjour, madame.

Bonjour,
Monsieur Chavasse.

It is a neat, normal life
we have here.

There is just myself,
my daughter, and her cello.

Papa?

Good morning, Ariane.

Good morning, papa.

Did you have
a hard night?

So-so.

Interesting case?

So-so.

Tell me about it.

Never mind.

Why not?

Never mind.

Papa, I'm worried
about you.

You've been working
every night.

It's my busiest season.

Well, you need a rest.

My profession
is like a doctor's.

I have to be on call
night and day.

A good doctor
can never rest,

not until the patient
is out of bed.

I'd never thought of it
that way.

You shouldn't think of it
at all.

How are things
at the conservatory?

So-so.
We're rehearsing.

Rehearsing what?

The symphony.
Haydn's 88th.

I tell you what I'm doing,
but you never tell me.

That's because I love you,

and because
I want to protect you

from these sordid matters
I have to deal with.

Now, go back to your cello.

Yes, papa.
Would you like breakfast?

Later.

I have some work to do
in the darkroom.

I'm expecting a client.

When mama was alive,

I'm sure you discussed
your work with her.

Your mama
was a married woman.

I'm so glad.

Papa, your coffee's
getting cold.

Just a few minutes.

You can play
detective later.

All right.
All right.

Who's this man?

Ariane, please.

He's very attractive.

He's very
objectionable

and quite immoral.

He is?

And utterly no good.

What did he do?

That's enough.

I don't think I've ever
seen his face in the files.

Ariane, have you
been into my files?

No, papa.

Well, I mean, yes, papa.

Just a few of them
when I was dusting.

Ariane,
you've been told

to stay away
from those files.

I've been trying, papa,
but they're so fascinating.

At the conservatory,
all the girls envy me

because I have
my private library.

Library.

This is not a library.

This is a sewer.

How can you say that?

Some cases are so romantic.

What cases?

I guess my favorite one's
in file "D."

The Duchess of Devontree
and her Alpine guide.

So sad and so beautiful.

Your father almost
had a heart attack

following them
up the Matterhorn.

How she must have loved him
to give up everything--

the Duke, the castles,
the horses, and the hounds.

For what? 2 weeks
of shameless passion.

2 glorious weeks.

It was a terrible scandal
with a terrible end.

But it was worth it...

What woman
could ask for more

than to die together
with her lover,

buried under an avalanche,

locked in each other's
arms forever?

Nonsense. They'll thaw out,
and that will be it.

How can you be so cruel?

Don't you have
any sympathy?

I do. My sympathy
is with the Duke

and the horses
and the hounds.

How about the case
of the benedictine monk

who quit his order for
the love of a young widow?

She just wanted
the secret formula

for the liqueur.

Papa, you're a cynic.

I guess I am.

You enjoy your work

even if you weren't
paid for it.

I wouldn't go
that far.

You enjoyed exposing
Madame Larouche.

Madame Larouche?
You've read that, too?

And those passionate letters
she wrote that bullfighter

after he was gored
by her husband.

I'm going to put
double locks

on everything around here!

Ariane, you're not to come
into this office

without my permission.

And you are not
to dust in here.

And you are not
to answer the door.

This is my client.

Go back to your room
and practice.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Bonjour,
Monsieur Chavasse.

I came straight
from the airport.

My wife thinks
I'm still in London.

Very clever.
In here, please.

What did you find out?

It will be a few minutes.
The evidence is not quite dry.

Oh.

How was the weather
in London?

Miserable.

Oh, it was beautiful here.
The nights have been so warm.

How was business
in London?

Terrible.

Things have been
lively in Paris.

Can't we stop
this dreadful noise?

I'm a very nervous man.

Of course, monsieur.

Ariane, please. Not now.

Yes, papa.

Now before I show you
these photographs,

I wish to point out

they were taken under
difficult conditions.

The light was bad,
the distance considerable,

and the angle
was quite impossible.

Please, monsieur,
is the news good or bad?

That depends.
Is this your wife?

Here.

Thank you.

It looks like her.

Then I regret to inform you
that it looks bad.

There is another man.

There is.

And I regret to say
that he looks good.

He does.

And here we have
the two together.

Ohh...

Please, monsieur,
you must not excite yourself.

I'm trying!

Would you like
some Brandy?

No, thanks.
It gives me heartburn.

How about some aspirin?

No, thanks.
It gives me a headache.

What is his name?

His name is
Frank Flannagan.

American. Very rich.

Oil, construction business,

turbojet engines,
Pepsi-cola--

the pause that refreshes?

That's the other one.

Pepsi-cola
hits the spot.

But we must not jump
to conclusions.

It's this terrible uncertainty
that's driving me mad.

I always know
when he's in Paris

because my business
improves noticeably.

I should have taken
my wife to London.

He does very well
in London, too.

Also Rome,
Vienna, Madrid.

Here are
the Scandinavian countries.

There was an episode
in Stockholm

involving
twin sisters...

But why should I bore you
with statistics?

How long has this
been going on?

I imagine ever
since he was 16.

I mean with my wife.

A week or so.

They meet in his suite
at The Ritz.

Everybody knows us
at The Ritz.

I wouldn't worry.
She's very discreet.

She always uses
the service elevator,

and she always wears
a veil.

She usually arrives
at his suite,

number 14, at 9:00.

You'll be relieved to know
that they are not alone.

There is always
a gypsy orchestra.

Ohh...

They open the program

with something called
Hot Paprika,

then a little Liszt,
a little Lehar,

a Csardas or two,

and at 5 minutes before 10:00,
they always play Fascination.

Fascination?

Ohh...

No, that's not
the way it goes.

Quite pretty,
isn't it?

Yes, yes.
What comes after that?

That's it.

They play Fascination,
and they leave.

And my wife?

She stays.

Ohh...

However, we must not
jump to conclusions.

Here is the window
of suite 14 at 11:00.

12:00.

1:00.

2:00.

3:00.

4:00.

What are you doing?

I'm jumping
to conclusions.

You must not
shoot your wife.

You will only
bungle the job.

Your hand will tremble.

At best, you'll wound her
in the leg or the shoulder.

You will take her
to the hospital,

she will meet
an attractive doctor.

I will not shoot my wife.
I love my wife.

Well, you must not
shoot yourself.

Myself?
I haven't done anything.

Quite true.

What is the number
of the suite, 14?

Exactly.

The gypsies
leave at 10:00?

Exactly.

Then at 10:00, I shall enter
suite 14 and shoot.

The American?

Exactly.

You do realize that
this is cold-blooded murder?

I do.

You may have to spend
years in jail.

I may.

Can I say nothing
to dissuade you

from this
foolhardy scheme?

Nothing whatsoever.

In that case, monsieur,
you leave me no choice.

I must be paid
right now.

How much?

60,000 francs.

It should really be more

because with
Mr. Flannagan removed,

there'll be a sharp drop
in my business.

Thank you, monsieur.

You may take
the photographs.

No extra charge.

Send them to my lawyer.

And my bags, you send them
also to my lawyer.

No extra charge.

Au revoir, monsieur.
Bonne chance.

Papa?

Yes, Ariane?

Papa...

What is it?

Papa, may I
practice again?

Of course, darling.

I better take
the tray out first.

Thank you.
Go ahead, darling.

Your client
seemed so nervous.

What was he
moaning about?

It's his wife.

She...

Never mind.

Aren't you going
to the conservatory?

In the afternoon, papa.

Michel
is picking me up.

He must be quite tall.
At least 6'3".

Who? Michel?

No. Mr. Flannagan.

Give me that.

He's certainly the most
handsome man in your files.

He's certainly the most
utterly no good.

His face is so American,

like a cowboy
or Abraham Lincoln.

You know what
happened to Lincoln...

And right in the middle
of a performance!

What time is it now?

9:15.

Why do you keep asking?

Shh!

Do you have
a telephone coin?

What's wrong, Ariane?

If you're in trouble,
you can tell me.

Thanks, Michel.

Operator, get me
the Hotel Ritz.

Please hurry.
It's an emergency.

Hello, Ritz?

I want to speak
to Mr. Frank Flannagan.

He left express orders
not to be disturbed.

But I...

Sorry. Monsieur Flannagan
has retired for the night.

You better put
this call through,

or Mr. Flannagan
will retire permanently!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

What time is it now?

9:20.

You're acting
very strange tonight.

How would you act if you knew
somebody was being shot?

I'd call the police.
Who's being shot?

Do you have another
telephone coin?

I have a right to know
what's going on

not just because
I tell you the time,

but because you know
how I feel about you.

Police? I want the Commissaire
de Police, please.

Ariane, who's being shot?
Where? By whom?

And why are
you involved?

I wish to report a crime.

You wish to report
a crime?

What is the crime?

There's a man and woman
in the Hotel Ritz, suite 14.

Man and woman,
suite 14, Hotel Ritz.

What is the crime?

You don't understand.
The woman is married.

I understand.

Hotel Ritz,
woman is married.

What is the crime?

She has a husband.
He has a gun.

Now we are
getting somewhere.

He has no permit?

At 10:00, he'll
break into the room

and shoot!

Please, madame,
do not excite yourself.

It's not 10:00 yet.

Now, at 10:00,
if he does shoot

and he does not miss,
then call us again.

That will be too late!

Send somebody
there immediately!

There are 7,000 hotels
in Paris,

220,000 hotel rooms.

On a night like this,

I'd say in 40,000
of those rooms

a similar situation...

If we had
to send policemen

to every one
of these situations...

No, no, madame, it just
staggers the imagination.

It would take more than
the entire police force.

We'd need the fire department
the sanitation department,

and possibly
the boy scouts.

And certainly, madame,

we don't want young boys
in short pants

involved in situations
like this.

Ariane, this has gone
far enough.

I'm going to
drive you home.

Michel--

I'm sorry.
I have no more coins.

No. I want you
to take me home,

but could we
stop at The Ritz?

The Ritz?

Come back, Lulu.

Lulu, Lulu!

Shh!

Shh!

Shhhhhh!

Shh!

Shh!

What are you barking at?
There's nobody there.

Bad dog.

Fascination.

Shh!

Now, what's
come over you tonight?

All that barking!

Bad dog!

Tsk tsk!

Mr. Flannagan?

Mr. Flannagan.

Mr. Flannagan?

Mr. Flannagan...

Pardon me for interrupting,
but this is urgent

because
you're going to be shot.

Shot?

Shh!

Keep on playing.

Who are you?
How did you get in here?

Through the balcony.

I had to because her husband's
outside the door...

With a gun,

a great big gun.

Oh.

Sorry, Mr. Flannagan,

but that will be all
for tonight.

Hmm?

Kindly disconnect
yourself from my wife.

I beg your pardon.

Over there, where
the light is better.

Do we know each other?

Only by proxy.

I'm the foolish
husband.

Whose foolish husband?

Her foolish
husband.

My foolish husband?

Josephine?

Is this lady
your wife?

Is your name
Frank Flannagan?

Yes.

Is this suite 14?

Yes.

Then she
must be my wife.

Are you?

I don't think so.

It's all very confusing.

May I use your phone?

Go ahead.
Help yourself.

Hello.
Give me the concierge.

Concierge, is there
another Frank Flannagan

in this hotel?

Well, is there
another suite 14?

This is The Ritz,
isn't it?

I'm terribly sorry,

but you must understand.
I--I'm terribly nervous.

Have some of this.

It's so preposterous.

Apparently, I am the victim
of misinformation--

a case
of mistaken identity.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Perfume!

I can smell
my wife's perfume.

Hmm?

Go right ahead.
Help yourself.

Uh.

While you're looking,

if you happen to find
my left slipper...

Is this it?

Thank you!

I'm sorry
to cause you trouble.

It's no trouble.
I'm glad you came.

I've been trying to find
this for a week.

I was so upset,

I went to a Turkish bath
for 3 massages.

You look good.

Thank you.

Shh!

Lulu!

First thing tomorrow morning,
you're going to the analyst.

Bad dog!

When I saw you
in the corridor,

I could have sworn
you were my wife.

You mustn't jump
to conclusions.

Yeah.

Actually,
you don't look like her.

My wife is much more...

Not that she's heavy.

She's very beautiful,

she's one of the most
beautiful women in the world.

I'm sure she is.

I do wish
you could meet her.

Well, maybe
some other time.

Oh, yes.
Yes, of course.

I understand.

Good night, madame.
Good night, monsieur.

Good night.

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Perhaps I'd better
put this back on.

Ha ha ha!

How about that guy?

Told his wife
he was in London!

You can't trust
a husband anymore.

If it hadn't been
for you...

I'd have got...

I was glad to do it.

A madman running around
The Ritz with a loaded gun!

Ever hear of such a thing?

It's nothing unusual.

There are 7,000 hotels
in Paris,

220,000 hotel rooms,

and in approximately
40,000 of them,

especially
on a night like this--

what are you
talking about?

These are
official figures.

Good night, Mr. Flannagan.

Good night.

It was nice
meeting you.

Wait! You can't go.

Who are you?

Oh, that's not
important.

You seem to know
who I am.

You're Frank Flannagan--

American, oil,
construction business,

turbojet engines,
Pepsi-cola,

and you hit the spot.

How did you know about
the husband coming here?

You are 6'3",

but you don't look like
Abraham Lincoln.

Who said I did?

How did you know
about tonight?

A friend of a friend
of a friend.

A friend of a friend
of a friend of--whose?

Tell me.
Why did you warn me?

Why?

It's simple.
I'm against violence.

In my opinion, there's too much
shooting in the world

and not enough love.

How's that again?

If people
loved each other more,

they'd shoot
each other less.

Are you a religious fanatic
or something?

Who is it?

It's me again.
The husband.

Come in.

I'm sorry to make
a nuisance of myself,

but I forgot something.
I bought it in London.

I guess they'll take it back.
I still have the sales slip.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

You can't go now.
He may be watching.

I think
he's still suspicious.

But it's
getting late.

Late?

This is Paris.

La vie en rose.

Relaxez-vous.

I'll get
the gypsies back.

Oh, no, no!

No gypsies.
And no Fascination.

I find it helpful.

Helpful? How?

A little
background music.

It's amazing what
fiddles can do for you,

especially
if you're not a talker,

and I'm not
much of a talker.

When you're
traveling around--

Madrid, Rome,
the Scandinavian countries--

do you take
your gypsies along?

Of course not.

Except once I had them
join me in Stockholm.

It was an emergency.

The episode
of the twin sisters.

You know about me.

Quite a bit.

Aren't you a little
too young for that?

I was about to ask you
a similar question.

Aren't you a little
too old for that?

That hurts.

First you save a man's life
and then stab him. Is that kind?

I take it back,

if you take back
what you said.

I take it back.

Actually, I don't
much care for young men,

never did.

I find them
conceited and clumsy

and very unimaginative.

I quite agree.

Is this Pepsi-cola?

This? Champagne.
Domestic.

I know. With fish,
you have white wine.

With gypsies,
champagne. Right?

Right. We'll have
champagne and gypsies

when you come here
to dinner tomorrow.

When I come to dinner?

Of course.

That's out
of the question.

You're strange.

I really must go.

Wait. I'll
take you home.

- No, thank you.
- Why not?

It's too dangerous.

Are you married?

No.

You live
with someone--a man?

Yes.

Is he jealous?

If he knew
I was here--

but he doesn't?

I hope not.

He won't find out
about tomorrow.

You don't know him.

I'm leaving Paris
tomorrow.

Have a nice trip.

I'll be alone
my last night here.

The gentleman
with the gun

offered to introduce you
to his wife.

You're much more attractive.

Or you could fly in
the twins from Stockholm.

You're more attractive
than both of them.

Did you say
you're not a talker?

8:00?

Impossible.

9:00?

No, that's
much too late.

5:00?

4:00?

In the afternoon?

When do you work?

Whenever I'm not busy.

Will you try?

I was told you were
utterly no good.

Then we'll both try.

You try to be here at 4:00,

I'll try to be good.

Good night,
Mr. Flannagan.

Good night...

Thin girl.

Will you please stop humming
that idiotic tune?

It lacks any musical merit
whatsoever.

You haven't said
one word to me.

You haven't answered
one question.

And how did you get
that stupid hat?

What hat?

Ariane,
are you all right?

It's me--Michel.

Your friend.

Good night, friend.

Ha ha ha!

I can't wait
to tell my wife.

We'll laugh about this
for weeks.

I don't understand it,
monsieur.

My reports have always
been 100% correct.

You had the right hotel,
the right suite,

the right man,
the right gypsies--

but the wrong woman!

Are you absolutely sure?

Absolutely!

Different voice,
different figure.

Monsieur, since I was
only 80% correct,

I should return
20% of your money.

No. Keep it.

You're the best
detective in Paris.

Good night,
monsieur.

Just remember one thing.

You must not
jump to conclusions.

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Pardon, mademoiselle.

No.

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha!

Good morning,
my darling.

Good morning, papa.

Your breakfast
is on the table.

Haydn's 98th?

88th.

88th.

Just can't seem to get
anything right lately.

Good-bye, Ariane.

L-leaving, papa?

Mr. Haydn apparently
ran out of ideas

when he got
to Symphony #88.

Yes. Working
on a new case?

A client from Brussels.

His wife ran away
with the chauffeur.

The husband
wants his car back.

That seems only fair.

A rehearsal
this evening?

Yes.

Will Michel
bring you home?

I suppose.

He's nice.

You keep saying that.

He comes from a very
respectable family.

Father and uncles
work for the government.

Mother plays the harp.

Grandfather was
a missionary in Africa.

And there hasn't been
a scandal in the family

since 1822.

Papa, you
investigated Michel?

Yes. I think I owe it
to my only daughter.

You're spoiling me.

If I were
an Indian potentate,

I'd shower you
with diamonds.

If I were a cobbler,
I'd sole your shoes.

But since
I'm only a detective,

all I can offer you
is a detailed dossier.

Papa, I love you
very much.

I love you more.

Dear Mr. Flannagan,

after careful examination
of your past record,

I have decided
you are not the kind of man

I would care to see again--

not even in the afternoon.

Dear Mr. Flannagan,

I hope this letter
reaches you in time

to cancel the gypsies.

I'm not the kind of girl
you would be interested in.

As a matter of fact,
I'm the kind of girl

you would
not be interested in.

Dear Mr. Flannagan...

I made a very

serious mistake
last night.

I should have
let you be shot.

Item 7--telegram
to the Mayor of Venice.

Preliminary estimate
on the cost

of overhauling your canals
is $87 million.

If you want my advice,
drain the water

out of the canals
and pave them over.

Come in!

Item 8--attention all
Pepsi-cola bottling plants

in Great Britain.

Suggested slogan,
"pop in for a Pepsi,"

OK by me.

Well, hello there.

Hello.

Be right with you.

Item 9--
arriving New York tomorrow.

Reserve usual suite,
St. Regis hotel.

Send flowers
to the following

and alert to stand by.

Miss billings,

Miss Divoto,
Miss Chandler,

Mrs. Flagstatt--

disregard if Mr. Flagstatt
is in town--

Miss O'Neill, Miss Chanel.

More later.

Nice to see you again.

I came early because
I wanted to tell you

that I'm not
coming later.

Let me get this straight.

You came to tell me
that you're not coming?

I came
to return the hat.

Get yourself a drink.

No. I can't stay.

I have another date.

Oh, I see.
Come in here, please.

No, thank you.

I said please.
I need your help.

What sort of help?

Sit on this
so I can lock it.

Then you are
leaving tonight?

11:00 plane.

You don't stay
in one place long.

Not if I can help it.
Climb up.

Who sits on your suitcase
in those other places?

It's been a problem.

You're just
the right weight.

In Japan last year,
they crushed a suitcase.

What do you expect?

6 geisha girls
on one suitcase.

Huh? How's that?

Good-bye, Mr. Flannagan.

Happy landing.

How about
one little drink?

An aperitif.

I have a date.

The man
you live with?

No. The man I play with.

You mean there's
one man you live with

and another man you...

Tres interessant,

as they say
on the left bank.

Not really.

I'm not criticizing.
I'm all for it.

You would be,
with your record.

What about
my record?

I've been
reading up on it.

I have a library.

What kind
of a library?

Various reference works,
like the World Almanac.

You read about me
in the World Almanac?

It's loaded with facts,

like the 10
tallest mountains,

the average rainfall
in New Zealand--

what did it say
about me?

You're way above average.

It doesn't just rain.
It pours.

You baffle me.

I baffle you?

I can't figure you
at all.

Of course, if you'd
give me more time...

Shall we sit down?

Really, I was
returning the hat.

Maybe I should have
left it at the desk.

No. You know
how people talk.

I could have
put it in a bag.

Somebody
might have opened it.

I could have written
"personal" on it.

That they would have
opened for sure.

Maybe I did
the smart thing.

I think you did.

In a way, I'm glad
you're leaving tonight.

You are?

Makes everything
much simpler.

That's how
it should be.

No involvement,
no complications.

None at all.

The trouble is, people get
too attached to each other.

Scenes, tears.
Everything gets maudlin.

People should
always behave

as though
they're between planes.

Very sound,
Mr. Flannagan.

He who loves
and runs away

lives to love
another day.

I must remember that.

It works out great.

It works for you.

Everybody's happy.
Nobody gets hurt.

How about
Francesca Del Corso?

Francesca Del who?

The one in Venice
who tried to commit--

that's exactly the type
to avoid--

silly,
sentimental, serious.

I was the first man
she'd ever loved.

Oh.

I suppose most girls
are sentimental

about their first love.

I suppose so.

Like their first pair
of high-heeled shoes.

Tell me.

Do you remember
the first man in your life?

Let me see, uh...

It's all
a little blurry.

I must have had
too much

of this
domestic champagne.

Monsieur Flannagan,
it is 10:00.

Your car is here to take you
to the airport.

Send up
for the luggage.

Tell my chauffeur
I'll be right down.

What does the "a"
stand for?

Anna?

No.

Annabella?

No.

Agnes.

No.

Alexandra.

No.

Antonia.

No.

Amanda?

No.

Adolph?

Adolph?

I'm sorry.
I've run out of as.

I give you my word.

It's definitely
not Adolph.

What does it
stand for?

Anonymous.

Why won't you
tell me?

Why? We're just 2 people
who met between planes.

Come in.

Baggage, monsieur.

The bags are in there.
There are more in the corridor.

Have you
forgotten anything?

I don't think so.

How about the hat?

Do you want it?

No, thanks.

I have no use for it.

You never can tell.

Give it to the stewardess
on the plane.

I don't know
the stewardess.

You will.

What's that?

It was in the corridor,
monsieur.

Well, it's not mine.

Pardon, monsieur?

Merci, monsieur Flannagan.
Bon voyage.

Merci, Monsieur Flannagan.
Bon voyage.

Merci, Monsieur Flannagan.
Bon voyage.

Merci, Monsieur Flannagan.
Bon voyage.

Merci, Monsieur Flannagan.
Bon voyage.

Agatha?

Angela?

Whatever your name is,
you're very sweet.

I wish we had
more than one evening.

You don't really.

Why drag it out?

Scenes, tears.
Everything gets maudlin.

This way,
it was just perfect.

Maybe we'll
see each other again.

Maybe. If somebody tries
to shoot you again.

I wish Cartier's
were open.

I'd buy you something
very lavish.

I don't want
anything from you.

Yes, I do, too.

May I?

Pardon, monsieur,
it is 10:15.

Well.

Good-bye,
Mr. Flannagan.

Good-bye, thin girl.

Wait.

That's mine.

Yours, madame?

Mine.

Ariane?

Ariane,
is my lunch ready?

Ariane?

How about lunch?

No, thank you, papa.

Ariane, is this yours?

Yes, papa.

What is it doing
in the icebox?

Papa,
let's make a pact.

I'll stay out
of your files,

and you stay out
of my icebox.

Verdi, Rossini, Puccini.

That's music for
an organ grinder with a monkey.

But Wagner,

that's another matter
entirely.

You conducted
beautifully, Michel.

Wait till the last act
when they play the Liebes Tod.

I better have that sewn.
If you'll pardon me...

Sure.

Oh, pardon.
Excusez-moi.

Hello, Mr. Flannagan.

Hello.

How are you?

You don't
remember me, do you?

Of course I do.
Let's see, where was it?

The Riviera? Biarritz?

Portofino?

Wait, wait, wait.

Adolph!
The thin girl!

That's more like it.

I'm very, very sorry.

I've had
a crazy year.

How are the gypsies?

They met me
at the airport.

Big reunion.
They cried like babies.

That's only natural, you've been
through a lot together.

What have you
been up to?

I've had
a crazy year myself.

You look good.
Maybe you lost weight.

I shouldn't
be surprised.

It's been
constant parties,

all sorts
of fascinating men.

Imagine seeing you
at the opera.

2 people meeting
between acts.

I was afraid this evening
was going to be a total loss.

Don't you like
Tristan and Isolde?

To tell you the truth,
I'm here by mistake.

It's my lousy French.

I thought I bought tickets
to the Folies Bergeres.

This has
more musical merit.

But did you get
a load of that chorus?

There's not a dame up there
weighs less than 250 pounds.

We must get together.
How about tomorrow night?

Oh, you can't
make it at night.

How about
tomorrow afternoon?

Same hotel.

I have
too many dates.

4:00.
Don't disappoint me.

Ariane.

I got it fixed.

Don't you think
they sewed it too tight?

Ariane?

What's the matter
with you?

Ariane?

Ariane?

Greetings, papa.

Greetings.

You look
just beautiful.

Have a nice time
with Michel?

It wasn't
a total loss.

What was the opera?

Tristan and Isolde.

Very sad case.

If instead of singing,

they would have hired
a detective--

good night, papa.

Mind if I hang this
in your closet?

No. What is it?

An ermine coat.
A client of mine,

very big businessman--
export-import--

gave it
to his secretary.

One night he caught her
taking outside dictation.

So of course,
he repossessed it.

He wants me to keep it
here for a while.

He had
the sleeves shortened.

He's giving it to his wife

on their 10th
wedding anniversary.

I think
that's very sweet.

What's that
you're whistling?

Tristan and Isolde.

Are you sure?

I heard it
in the opera.

Funny. I have the feeling
I've heard it somewhere before,

and I don't think
it was at the opera.

Well, those composers.

I guess they all steal
from each other.

Good night, darling.

Good night, papa.

If you're one of the gypsies,
they are in suite 14.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Flannagan.

Hi.

Good afternoon,
gentlemen.

I see nothing has changed.

Once you've got
a winning combination,

why mess around with it?

Can I take your coat?

I'd rather
keep it on.

Isn't it rather warm
for this time of year?

Oh, I catch a lot of colds,
especially in the summer.

We must watch out
for the draft.

This is Siberian ermine,
you know.

Quite expensive.

Where did it
come from?

Siberia.

I mean,
who gave it to you?

Oh, a friend.

Very generous.

Very rich--
export-import.

Export-import.

What does he export
and what does he import?

Oh, he, uh...

He exports perfume
and imports bananas.

There's a fortune
in it.

For one bottle of perfume,
you get 12 bananas.

12 bananas?

Doesn't sound like
such a hot deal.

But it's a tiny bottle
of perfume

and very large bananas.

I had a sable coat
before that.

He is generous.

That was from
another man.

Another man?

An Englishman.
He was a Duke.

You don't say!

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yes.

Castles and horses
and hounds.

We spent Christmas
in Switzerland.

Everything was fine
until he threatened

to throw himself
off the Matterhorn.

The Duke?

Oh, no. This was
somebody else.

Somebody else? Who?

Aren't you
getting personal?

I'm not asking you
any questions.

You're right.
Let's forget about it.

If you must know,

it was an alpine guide.

Very strong, very blond,

with edelweiss
behind his ears.

He had the most
attractive knees.

Knees?

They wear those
short leather pants.

Naturally, one thing
led to another.

Naturally.

He fell madly in
love with me...

He wanted
to kill himself

when he heard
we were leaving.

You and the Duke?

Me and the banker
from Brussels.

You did have a busy year.

You don't think I just
sat around waiting for you?

No, nothing like that.
It's hard to believe.

A girl your age
and all those men...

If you prefer to think

that you're the only man
in my life...

I didn't say that.

Or that I've spent
all this time

crying over you
and carrying on,

like that girl
in Venice.

If I thought that,

I'd run like
a scared Jack rabbit.

Don't be scared,
Mr. Flannagan.

I'm not that type at all.
I know the rules.

Love and run.

Everybody happy,
nobody gets hurt.

Works great all around.

You put that very nicely.

How long will you be
in Paris, Mr. Flannagan?

2 or 3 weeks.
Who knows?

Why?

Oh, I just
wanted to know

how to arrange
my own schedule.

Oh.

Of course.

All that traffic.

Take off
that silly Siberian coat.

You won't catch a cold.

I'm very susceptible,
you know.

Please.

Ariane?

Yes, papa?

Since you've always
taken great interest

in my business,

let's see how good
a detective you are.

Papa?

For instance,

let's consider the case
of the elusive ermine.

Elusive ermine?

The fur coat
I'm keeping here.

Oh, that one.

Do you remember
where we put it?

Where did we put it?
In the closet?

This closet?

Yes, papa.

All right, let's see.

Well, what do we
have here?

What?

What does it
look like?

A cello, papa.

Of course!

Now, let's be logical.

If the cello is where
the fur coat was,

where do you suppose
the fur coat is?

Where?

Think.

Where the cello was?

In here?

Let us see.

Oh, you're
very good.

Bravo!

Thank you, papa.

Now, let us probe
a little further.

Who, in your opinion,
did it?

What was the motive?

Isn't this enough
for one lesson?

Why did you take it?

I didn't take it.
I borrowed it.

Why?

Why, why, always why!

Why do I have to be
a detective's daughter?

Why do I have to be
questioned, cross-examined?

The motive, please.

I took it
to the conservatory

to show to the girls.

They've never seen
an ermine coat before.

That's all there is to it.
That's the motive.

You caused me a great deal
of embarrassment.

My client came
to get it,

almost walked out
with the cello.

I only had it on
for a few minutes.

His wife will never know.

He's not giving it
to his wife after all.

That's mean. Why not?

She came back
from vacation in Spain

wearing one of those
bracelets around her leg.

What do you call it?

An anklet?

That's right.
An anklet.

And it's driving
him crazy.

It is?

She says she got it
from her sister,

but that's ridiculous.

From a sister,
you get an umbrella,

or an egg beater,

but not an anklet.

There's something
very provocative

about an anklet.

That so?

So he's going to have
the sleeves lengthened

and give it back
to his secretary.

You know,
I've been thinking.

What about?

That alpine guide.

Who?

The one with
the leather pants

and the flower
behind the ear.

Oh, him.

Those other guys--
export-import and the Duke--

they don't mean a thing,

but that character
with bare knees bothers me.

He should. He had
the cutest dimples right here.

His name
was Sebastian.

I know how
those jokers operate.

They get you on top
of some glacier,

point out the sunset,
and suddenly, swish!

Not at all, Mr. Flannagan.
He was a perfect gentleman.

He used to
kiss my hand.

Oh, the old
Mountain-climbing technique.

Working our way
from crag to crag.

Pass me the salt,
please.

Put that
chicken leg away.

I'm hungry.

Put it away.

Yes, Mr. Flannagan.
Any particular place?

Put it away.

All right,
Mr. Flannagan.

What's that?

What's what?

That.

Oh,
that's an anklet.

New?

No. It's platinum.

I never noticed it before.

I only wear it
without stockings.

Where did you get it?

In Spain.

From whom?

An anklet isn't something
you get from a sister.

A man?

I'll say.
He was bullfighter.

A bullfighter?

His name
was Sebastian.

What's with you
and those Sebastians?

I mean, it happened
in San Sebastian.

Oh, it happened
in San Sebastian...

Any dimples on his knees?

No. Just scars.

He was very brave,

and he had
the narrowest hips.

You should have
seen him in the ring.

He had more grace,
style--

ah! Ow!

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to do that.

Did I say
anything wrong?

No. It's just that
I don't like anklets on women.

You don't?

I think
they're very vulgar.

Why didn't you
say so?

It doesn't mean
that much to me...

Not anymore.

Cheer up,
Mr. Flannagan.

What's the matter?

Relaxez-vous.

How many others
were there?

Others?

How many other men
were there?

You mean before I met you,
since, or altogether?

You know what I mean.

It's not easy.

You catch me
unprepared.

How many?

Maybe I could guess,

but that wouldn't satisfy
your business mind.

Come on. Quit stalling.

If it's
of any comfort to you,

you are the first
American in my life.

Well, that's something.

Of course,
there was a Canadian.

A Canadian?

Very cute.

Cute? With dimples
on his knees?

Oh, no. No dimples.
Definitely not.

Scars, maybe?

No, just a silver plate
in his right knee.

He'd been
in a bad spill.

He was a professional
ice hockey player.

A very high scorer.

You talk too much.

Ariane,
I must talk to you.

Give me an "a".

No matter how much
he loves you,

I love you more.

I'm sure of it.
He doesn't love me at all.

He doesn't?

No. At least, not yet.

What do you mean
not yet?

He doesn't believe in it.
He's above it.

He considers himself
invulnerable,

but I think
I've hit the spot.

What spot?

He can be jealous,

and that's a good sign.

What are you
talking about?

They're very odd people.

When they're young, they have
their teeth straightened,

their tonsils taken out,

and gallons of vitamins
pumped into them.

Something happens
to their insides.

They become immunized,
mechanized,

air-conditioned,
and hydromatic.

I'm not even sure
whether he has a heart.

What is he, a creature
from outer space?

No, he's an American.

Where is my other shoe?

This is ridiculous.

It couldn't have
walked away by itself.

It'll show up
sooner or later.

It's 5:45. I'm late.

Don't just lie there.
Help me.

Glad to.

You sure you had both on
when you came?

Quite sure.

It's funny how things
keep disappearing around here,

like that slipper.

I couldn't find it
for a whole week.

I can't show up
in just one shoe.

Why not?
You have a handsome foot.

It's too big.

It's perfect.

As a matter of fact,

everything about you
is perfect.

I'm too thin,
and my ears stick out,

my teeth are crooked,
and my neck's much too long.

But I love the way
it all hangs together.

I must find my shoe.

It's that Parisian thing
you've got--

that certain quelque chose

as they say
on the left bank.

Mr. Flannagan,
you're wanted upstairs.

How many men
have told you that?

Telephone,
Mr. Flannagan.

Don't move.

Hello?

Yes.

Who?

Ingrid?

Oh.

Oh, it's you, Dagmar.

Are you both on the phone?
Are you calling from Stockholm?

Oh, you're in Paris?

I can't talk very well.
It's kind of awkward.

It's nothing like that.
The bathtub's running over.

I'll turn it off.

Wait!

Look, girls,
I'll call you back.

How long will you
be in Paris?

Oh, just overnight?

Dear Mr. Flannagan,
in reply to your inquiry

as to the number of men
in my life,

here is an itemized list,

to the best
of my recollection.

Item 1--

a redheaded
algebra teacher.

Item 2--

a very sweet missionary
in French Equatorial Africa.

Item 3--

a riding instructor,
formerly a Cossack.

I'll have the chauffeur
pick you up around 8:30.

Skoal.

Item 17--
a Yugoslav sculptor.

Item 18--
an Italian vice consul.

Item 19--
a Dutch alcoholic.

More later.

Some friends got into
town from Stockholm.

I do business there.

You have bottling plants
all over the world.

Yes. Where were we?

Under the desk,
looking for my shoe.

Forget about the shoe.

I could cancel
my plans for tonight.

Could you?

I've only got a couple weeks
left in Paris.

Let's spend them together,
shut ourselves off completely.

We'll have all our meals
sent in.

No waiters. We'll lay in
canned goods.

Champagne.

Caviar.

Ice.

Let's have the gypsies
here all the time.

They could sleep
on the balcony.

It sounds delightful.

What do you say?

Good-bye,
Mr. Flannagan.

Why are you always in a hurry?
Where do you go?

See you tomorrow
at 4:00.

What do you do
with your evenings?

I'm sorry.
They're all taken.

By whom?

You're just
passing through.

I have to take care of my
year-round friends.

What friends? What is your name?
Who are you anyway?

I'm the girl
in the afternoon.

The aperitif, as we say
on the left bank.

Dear Mr. Flannagan,
in reply to your inquiry

as to the number of men
in my life,

here is an itemized list,

to the best
of my recollection.

Item 1--

a redheaded
algebra teacher.

Item 2--

a very sweet missionary
in French Equatorial Africa.

Item 3--

a riding instructor,
formerly a Cossack.

Items 4 to 9--inclusive--
cover a bicycle tour

with some exchange students
through the Pyrenees.

Item 10--the Duke.

Item 11--the alpine guide.

Item 12--
a banker from Brussels.

Item 13--the chauffeur
of the banker from Brussels.

Item 14--export-import.

Item 15--the bullfighter.

Correction, please.

Between items 14 and 15,

insert Canadian
ice hockey player.

Item 17--
a Yugoslav sculptor.

Item 18--
an Italian vice consul.

Item 19--
a Dutch alcoholic.

More later.

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Item 1--

a redheaded
algebra teacher.

Item 2--

a very sweet missionary
in French Equatorial Africa.

Item 3--

a riding instructor,
formerly a Cossack.

Items 4 to 9--
inclusive...

Lulu!

What's the matter?

Oh!

Bad dog!
What did you do?

Item 3--

a riding instructor,
formerly a Cossack.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

A riding instructor,
formerly a Cossack.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Items 4 to 9--inclusive--
cover a bicycle tour

with some exchange students
through the Pyrenees.

...some exchange students
through the Pyrenees.

...some exchange students
through the Pyrenees.

Item 12--
a banker from Brussels.

Item 13--the chauffeur
of the banker from Brussels.

...the chauffeur
of the banker from Brussels.

...the chauffeur
of the banker from Brussels.

Item 15--the bullfighter.

Correction, please.

Between items 14 and 15,

insert Canadian
ice hockey player.

More later.

More later.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Taxi!

Turkish bath.

Ah, Monsieur Flannagan.

So nice
to see you again.

Hello.

How have you been?

None of
your business.

I'm the husband
with the gun.

My wife has
forgiven me completely.

I'm not interested.

It's just like
a second honeymoon.

- Good for you.
- You come here often?

Never.

When a man sweats it out
in the morning,

either he's had
a very good night

or a very bad night.

Personally, I've had
a very good night.

What's the trouble,
monsieur?

Stock market go down?
Income taxes up?

Mickey mantle's
in a slump?

Shut up!

Ah, l'amour--

the tender passion,
the sweet poison--

get lost.

That lady I met
in your apartment?

It couldn't be.
She looked so innocent.

Oh, yeah?

A girl may look
as pure as snow,

but you discover the footprints
of a hundred men.

A hundred men?

The terrible uncertainty
drives you mad.

I know very well.

I was uncertain, mad.

It was terrible.

Now look at me.

Completely cured.

You're bothering me.

No bother at all.

I know the man
that can help you.

I'll get the address.

He's the best man
in Paris.

A little expensive,

but very thorough,
very discreet.

This is personal.

He will solve it
for you.

Either the young lady
is innocent,

or she is guilty,

in which case I will
sell you my gun.

I am putting you
in very good hands.

Wait for me, huh?

In the last 3 weeks,

you have washed your hair
17 times.

I find that
very suspicious.

You do?

Especially with
the flower in the icebox,

the fur coat
in the cello case,

and the upside-down
stomach.

Upside-down stomach?

Lately I've observed

that you've been sleeping
on your stomach.

86% of the women
who sleep on their stomachs

are secretly in love.

That's very
interesting.

What interests me is,
who could the man be?

The man?

That's easy.
Michel.

I doubt it.

On your right palm,

you will notice
a tiny blister.

You've been carrying
the cello case yourself.

It couldn't be Michel.

Who is the man?

Somebody's
at the door.

I'm not asking
as a detective,

but as a father.

One of you should
open the door.

All right.
All right.

Are you chavasse
the detective?

Yes.

You were highly
recommended.

This is an honor.

Come in,
Mr. Flannagan.

You know me?

Does an art student
know Picasso?

This way, please.

I want somebody
investigated.

You've come
to the right place.

There's this young lady.
She's driving me crazy.

Oh, that's very funny.

Usually you are
in the driver's seat.

I've had
a rough night.

Would you like
an aspirin?

No. I want
this girl followed.

Are you good at it?

Did you know
you were being followed?

Me?

Then I'm
good at it.

As one businessman
to another,

with the franc
the way it is,

I'd prefer to be
paid in dollars.

Dollars, traveler's checks,
I don't care.

Tell me everything
you know about her.

I know nothing, except
her name isn't Adolph.

That narrows it down.

Where did you
meet her?

In my suite
at The Ritz.

She just walked
through the door?

No. Through
the balcony.

Isn't that
rather peculiar?

Not for her.
She's very peculiar.

What does she
look like?

Well...

Say no more,
monsieur.

I know your type--
very voluptuous,

3, 4 pounds overweight.

No, not this one.
She's on the lean side.

A wisp of a girl.
Not my type.

She must have
something.

Definitely. An uncanny talent
for getting under my skin.

I don't know
where she goes.

I suspect,
but I'm not sure.

You suspect what?

It seems there are
a lot of other men.

She may be
pulling my leg.

How about
that aspirin?

There's no
extra charge.

Headache, papa?

No. I feel fine.
It's the client.

Hit-and-run lover.

Got run over himself.

To look at her, you'd think
she was a student.

How many?

19.

19 aspirins?

2 aspirin.
19 men.

Uh-huh.

I've heard
enough of that.

From an algebra teacher
to a Dutch alcoholic.

There was a riding instructor,
an alpine guide--

alpine guide? I had
a case like this.

He had dimples
behind his ears

and edelweiss
in his knees,

or the other way
around.

Alpine guide.
Here we are.

She's an English
duchess, age 45.

She's no duchess.

There was
an export-import guy.

Export-import?

Wait. That sounds
familiar.

Exports perfume
and imports bananas.

This one deals in
mustard exclusively.

Then there's
a banker from Brussels.

Brussels?

I have a feeling

I've run across
this girl before.

I wouldn't
be surprised.

Then there's
the bullfighter.

He got gored.

This is
maddening.

I couldn't get
to first base.

It's like a hurricane
swept through my papers,

like somebody
broke into my files.

She's coming to see me
this afternoon.

She'll be leaving
around 6:00.

When you said
her name is not Adolph...

It begins
with an "a".

"A".

It's not Anna
or Agnes.

That tune. It's not
from an opera, is it?

It's an old Viennese schmaltz
called Fascination.

My gypsies play it
all the time.

Of course.

Her name
starts with "a".

One day she wore an anklet
around her leg.

Another time she wore
a fur coat in summer.

Ermine?

Right.

She'd never take
anything from me.

Nothing?

Not even
a flower?

I did give her
a white carnation once.

Say, you are good.

Sometimes
in my profession

you get lucky.
Good-bye.

Bye, Mr. chavasse.

One more question,
monsieur.

Are you interested
in this young lady?

Sure,
I'm interested.

Are you in love
with her?

Who said anything
about love?

I'm interested.
I have many interests.

Sorry, monsieur.
Just asking.

OK, don't forget.
6:00.

I may have the solution
much earlier.

Client with
the headache gone?

Client is gone,
but not the headache.

Somebody's been carrying on
with half the alphabet.

I made a mistake letting you
grow up in these surroundings.

I should have sent you
to boarding school

after your mama died.

Because I wash
my hair often?

I had no right to expose you
to all this dirt.

Fly-by-night affairs,

counterfeit love,
and heartbreak.

I'd have been heartbroken
if you'd sent me away.

I've been
a poor father.

You've been
a wonderful father.

I'll try to do better
from now on.

I love you
very much.

And I love you more.

Go to your room.

I want to wind up
this case.

Come in.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Flannagan.

Good afternoon.
Any news?

How are we doing?

I have
the complete report.

You do?

Well, let's have it.

Is that her file?

No, that's yours.
This is hers.

You call that
complete?

It's right up
to the minute.

Completely complete.

Her name is Ariane.

Ariane?

I'd have never
guessed that.

She's a student at
the music conservatory.

Plays the cello.

I knew a dame that
played the saxophone.

Yes, you did.
Atlantic city, 1947.

Back to this case.
She lives on the left bank.

Alone?

No, monsieur.

With a man?

Yes, monsieur.
Her father.

Her father?
Are you sure?

Positive.

As for other men
in her life--

how many?

Just one,
monsieur.

You.

Me?

That's right.

I know everything
about her.

She's never even
been in love before.

Come now.

She's not what
you'd call a dame.

Why, the little liar.

Made me so mad,
I was ready to leave Paris.

Maybe that would have
been a good idea.

Canadian
ice hockey player.

Alpine guide.
What an imagination!

She is very
imaginative.

Why do you suppose
she did it?

To put herself in
the same class with you.

But that, of course,
is impossible.

I'll skip The Riviera
this summer,

stick around
a little longer.

She's too much fun.

You'd better leave
before it's too late.

Too late for what?

Whenever a girl gets
serious, you run.

She's very serious,
so start running.

It's different.

Instead of 2 weeks,
it will last 4 weeks.

It's none of
your business.

Come in.

You have to decide.

I hired you to
give me information,

not advice.

How much
do I owe you?

Will $100 do it?

There's no charge.

Why not?

Because she's
my daughter.

Give her a chance.

She's so helpless.
Such a little fish.

Throw her
back in the water.

Mr. Flannagan?

Oh, hello there.

You think I'd have learned
how to pack by now.

Are you traveling
again?

I'm off
to The Riviera.

I saw that rain

and decided
just like that.

Just like that?

You know
those Swedish twins?

They're going to Cannes,
and they want me to come along.

You know how it is.

I know how it is.

I'm just in time
to help with your suitcase.

I guess you are.

Yes?

Did you try
air France?

No planes are
taking off at all?

In Paris, this weather
sometimes lasts for weeks.

What about the train?

5:00?

Get me on it.
Send up for my luggage.

How long will you
be gone?

Who knows,
with those crazy swedes?

After The Riviera,
I'm going to Athens.

Greek women have
the whitest skin in the world.

That so?

I could say I'd be
back in a few weeks,

but I don't have to
pretend with you.

You're a sensible girl.

I try.

I heard
your record.

Got a kick out of it.

I thought
you'd hate me.

Hate you?

It's a relief
to run into a girl

who thinks like I do.

You French girls
have the right idea.

It's bonjour and adieu,
and in between, a little amour.

No hysterics,
no mascara running.

Oh, we never cry.

That's why
I love this place.

Except once.
Once I did cry.

That's when
number 14 left me.

Export-import.

He slammed the car door
and caught my thumb.

That hurt.

I'll be very careful.

Can I come
to the station?

In this rain?

If I come home early,

the man I live with
might get suspicious.

You know how it is.

Yes, I know
how it is.

It's going to seem lonely
after you've gone,

at least the first few
afternoons.

You'll be
all right.

Didn't we have
a good time?

The best.

Will you be coming
back next year?

I guess. If I'm in
the neighborhood.

I'd better check at The Ritz
once in a while,

if I'm in the neighborhood.

Well, take care
of yourself, thin girl.

I will,
Mr. Flannagan.

What's the matter?

Nothing.
It's nothing, really.

Soot. Always happens to me
in railroad stations.

I'm susceptible.

En voiture!

May I?

En voiture,
s'il vous plait!

Well, I guess I...

Good-bye, thin girl.

Good-bye,
Mr. Flannagan.

You promised.

Don't worry about me.

There have been
so many men before.

There'll be
so many after this.

It's going to be
another crazy year.

I'll be in Brussels
with the banker.

He wants to give me
a blue Mercedes-Benz.

While you're
in Athens,

I'll be with
the Duke again.

I don't know
whether I'll go.

Another man's asked me
to spend the summer with him.

He owns racehorses.
He's very rich.

He's number 20.
I mean, number 21.

You're number 20.

So you see, I'll be
perfectly all right.

I'll--

I'll be all right!

I'll always remember you.

I'll be all right.

Mr. Flannagan,
what are you doing?

Be quiet, Ariane.

Be quiet.

On Monday, August 24th,

the case of Frank Flannagan
and Ariane chavasse

came up before
the superior judge in Cannes.

They are now married,
serving a life sentence

in New York,
state of New York, U.S.A.