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BEATING HEART

VOCATIONAL SCHOOL
PREPARATORY CLASSES

Careful,
he's in front of the grocery.

Sit down.

Children, I have sad news
to tell you.

Your friend Hector, of whom we
hadn't heard since yesterday...

won't be coming back to us.

The idiot got caught.

Close the window.

The idiot got caught like a beginner,
like an amateur.

They caught him in the subway,
while he was taking the wallet...

from someone's pocket
with the subtlety of a hippopotamus...

and the wallet only contained 50 francs.
I read it in the paper.

I win once again.
I saw it coming.

I said "Hector, your fingers
are too stiff...

you're not doing well".

He wanted to continue. Too bad for him.
-Poor Totor!

He'll have to do three months
in the can.

How often do I have to tell you...

that I don't want to hear
any slang in my class...

or any talk about prison.

Quiet, everybody.
Little Louis will close the curtains.

This incident has proven that you don't
pay enough attention to my lessons.

Model nr 2.
Hurry!

Bring it here.

Thank you.

You, Maudu.

Me?

Go on, he's not going to open
his jacket...

to make things easier for you.

The right hand...

Yes... yes.

And stop!

Clumsy, good-for-nothing!
I feed you too much.

When you arrived here, your fingers
were thin and promising.

But look now: sausages!

Quiet!
Sit down.

Marinette, come here.

Bravo, very good!

Did you see how nimble her fingers were,
how light her touch was?

Be serious, like Marinette, work hard
and great destinies will await you.

Aristide, have you got a moment?
There's someone downstairs.

Sir.

Hello, sir. I'm here about the ad
you placed in the newspaper.

Good prospects offered to
hard working, serious young people.

That's it. If it's free,
I'd be interested.

I'll help with the tuition costs.
Some students get board and lodging.

I'd like that.

They'll pay me back when they can steal,
I mean fend for themselves.

That makes sense.
-What's your profession?

I'm unemployed.
But I was a mechanic.

Your papers.

You need papers?
-Of course.

That's stupid, I left them
at home.

At home, right. Which home?

I mean...
-Right, you're homeless?

More or less, yes.

No papers, homeless, in that
case, I'm sorry.

I can impossibly reply favourably
to your request.

Excuse me, they're waiting for me
next door. I'll be back.

So, there's no hope, sir?
I'm prepared to do anything.

I don't ask for much.

Of course you'd say that.
But no papers, homeless...

I think we can come to an agreement,
young man.

Really, sir. Do you think so?

Call me Mr Professor.
And what's your name?

Yves Calubert.

Yves Calubert. Well, dear Yves,
first give me back my 50 francs.

But Mr Professor, I don't see...

Go ahead, I'm listening.

Except that earlier,
there was a 50 franc note...

on my desk and now it's
in your pocket.

But I swear...

That's good. A gesture of indignation
and the expression's quite correct.

Everybody will be fooled,
except the police.

Do you know what they do to a little
ruffian like you, who has no papers...

and no place to live, when
a respectable gentleman like me...

tells them he stole 50 francs
from him?

Mr Professor, don't turn me in.
It's the first time I stole anything.

That's very good, Yves,
you're talented.

Relax, just give me back
my 50 francs.

Enough, let me explain.

In our era of assembly line work,
we don't like to do manual work anymore.

And the secret of success is
all in the fingers.

Precise movements and
fast gestures.

Thanks to my scientific method,
you will become artists.

To the back!

Wake up! Hurry up!

Put it there. Go on.

Secure it.

Wait until I hook it up.

Go on, get out of the way.

No, slower.
Come on.

Aristide, there's someone
downstairs.

Hello, I'm here about the ad.

Perfect, sit down, Miss.

Good prospects...

No, don't worry. I wrote it.
Are you of age?

Of age?
-Are you 21 years old?

Yes, I am.

Congratulations,
you look 18.

I just turned 21. Just.

If you weren't of age, you'd have
to be accompanied by your parents.

My parents?

Don't you have any? Poor child,
that's very sad.

I can already guess your life story.
It's hard for abandoned children.

No home, no affection.

I didn't know.
It wasn't in the ad.

Do you have a place to live?
-I had one, but...

It's very serious because...

Excuse me,
they need me next door.

Don't get your hopes up.
No papers, no place to live...

I think we're going to get along.

Really, sir, do you think so?

What's your name?
-Arlette.

Well, dear Arlette... first give
me back my 50 francs.

50 francs?
-Yes, my 50 francs.

What are you hiding behind
your back?

It's an apple, sir.
I'm sorry, but...

I couldn't help myself.
I was so hungry.

Will you still give me work?

I thought so, but you clearly won't
be suitable.

I can work hard.
I won't cause any problems.

I'm just as sorry as you are
that I can't hire you.

You seem honest and I like that,
but it's not enough.

Couldn't you tell me where I can
find work?

Can't you recommend me to someone?
-To whom?

To a colleague.

I have no colleagues. There's no other
vocational school like mine.

Alright, goodbye, sir.

Excuse me, this changes everything.
When was it?

When was what?
-When did you run away?

I didn't.
-What's that then?

A hanky.

It's a hanky from reform
school!

Well?

I know the model.
Number 497.

Yes, I lied earlier.
I'm only 18 and I'm an orphan.

My aunt raised me and she
beat me.

She was a widow and she
remarried.

From that day onward, they
both beat me.

I ran away and then they put me in
reform school.

Then I ran away from there.

Don't turn me in, sir,
please.

I swear I'm not a bad girl.

I'd be surprised with eyes like that.
I've never seen...

such a pure face and such an air
of innocence.

Thanks to my technique, you
should have a great career.

When you're caught, what do you do?
Arlette!

Ask forgiveness and swear you
won't do it again.

No.

Say it isn't true.
-Say it isn't true.

Perfect! You have to deny it
against all odds.

And deny it in a convincing manner and
your defence...

isn't just in your voice,
but in the way you look...

the expression in your face...
that's why we'll practice...

the expression in your faces,
not unlike the expressions...

of professional actors.
Let's see... you.

Me, sir? You're mistaken, sir.
It wasn't me. I swear...

on my father's head.

Zero!
You!

Me, sir?

You're mistaken, sir. It wasn't me.
I swear on my father's head.

That's not bad.

You!

Me? You're mistaken sir. It wasn't me.
I swear on my father's head.

You're admitting it on
your father's head.

I don't like to say it.
-Why?

Because my father's still alive.
In a home, of course.

I applaud you for that. You don't
have to swear. Nevertheless...

the rest was bad.

Arlette!

Show them.

Innocence, surprise, restraint,
fear, an imploring look. Bravo!

Arlette will say the first sentence of
the exercise that you'll practice...

in front of the mirror tonight.
Go ahead, Arlette.

Me, sir? You're mistaken.
It wasn't me. I swear...

on my father's head.
-That's it!

Practice this exercise tonight,
in front of the mirror.

Later we'll have some soup and...

lights out at nine, as always.
That's it for today.

Go now!

It wasn't me, sir!
You're mistaken. I swear!

It wasn't me, sir!
You're mistaken, sir. I swear!

I swear on my father's head.
I'm innocent. That was very bad!

I look stupid.
-Will you shut up?

I can't sleep!

Shut up!

Am I keeping you awake too?

Oh no, that's not it.

What do you want?
I can work as much as I want...

but I can't lie very well.

You'll learn. You have time.

No, I don't.
I can't wait to finish here.

To go and steal?
-Of course. Why do you think...

I take Aristide's lessons?
Not to pass my exam for street cop.

I could never do it. Just thinking of it
gives me a fast beating heart.

Why do you stay here then?

Where else can I go? Here I get shelter
food, clothing. Without papers...

I'll never find any work.
The police would get me quickly.

If only I could stay here
until I'm of age.

And be an honest woman?
You're asking too much.

So what do I do?

There is a way: get married.

It's the law. When you're married,
your husband's responsible for you.

How do you know that?

That's how my old man married
my mother.

Each time he got into a fight,
he blamed her. It was funny.

Marriage is a serious matter!

It depends for whom.
I have a sister who works in London...

What does she do there?

She works the Soho district.
She had to get married or she...

wouldn't have gotten a residence permit,
so she married an unemployed guy...

who she didn't know.
They call it a marriage of convenience.

Ah, a marriage of convenience.

But would you have to...
know what I mean?

No, no, it's only a marriage
of convenience.

But who should I marry?

Well...
-See?

I'd offer myself,
but I'm too ugly for you.

And I don't have any papers.

I know a guy who could
organise a husband for you, but...

See, there's a but.

Yes, he'll charge you 3,000 francs.
That's the going rate.

Where would I get that?
-You'll learn how to get that here.

By stealing?

Yes, I'd do it for that.

There.
-Steal to stay honest.

If I could start all over,
I wouldn't do it, Your Honour.

I was too scared afterwards.
Give me a chance.

You're all the same!
When you get caught red-handed...

you ask for forgiveness,
but if you hadn't been caught...

you'd have continued stealing.

The tribunal sentences you
to six months in prison.

Take away the accused! Next!

Excuse me, Your Honour, it's
the first time I've stolen anything.

I did it without thinking, but I
regret it. I promise I won't...

do it again.
I swear I won't do it again.

Here it is. I apologise.
It's the first time that I've done this.

I was in trouble.
I ask the tribunal to forgive me.

Take away the defendant.
Next!

There's a cartoon coming.
I'd like to see it.

Don't you like cartoons?

Listen, sir, you seem to be a good,
intelligent person. Let me go.

Why would you hand me over to the
police? I gave you back your gem.

What if I promised I'd
never do it again?

I'd swear it.
I'd sign a piece of paper.

If you have a gem like that, you
shouldn't travel by bus...

and tempt poor people.
Or you'd have the gem attached safely.

That's cheap and it's worth it
for a gem of 3,000 francs.

4,000? All the more reason.

You don't talk much.

You're making a mistake.
This isn't a police station.

Come, come.

You're really making a mistake.

Excellency.

Hello.

Please...

Sir, let me go.

Let me go.
I have to see someone urgently.

Alright, I'll have to accept it.
But I'm warning you.

You'll hear about this. I'll complain
to the gentleman with the umbrella.

I'd like to know how long
you're going to keep me here.

Not that you're boring me,
but it's starting to take a bit long.

Is everybody a mute in your country?
That's going to be fun.

What do you want from me?

If you don't say anything,
I'll yell and scream.

I'll count till three.
One... two... two and a half... careful.

Three!

It's nothing.
Let's continue.

It's 3 pm.
You have 6 hours to execute my orders.

I don't need to tell you to be
very discrete.

All of this has to be a secret.

It's a matter of the utmost
importance.

I won't keep you any longer.

I called your hairdresser.
He's finishing a beard.

He'll be here straight away.

A beard? I need a hairdresser
for ladies.

Make him come right away,
with his tools.

Yes, Excellency.

One moment.
Have you seen Baron Dvorak?

Not yet, Excellency.

Have you taken the measurements?

Yes, Excellency.
Waist 40, shoe size 36.

Good. Call Paquin right away.

Let them put all their people
on it if they need to.

Hello, is Baron Dvorak still not there?
He's never there!

When he arrives, tell him I want to
talk to him right away.

Excuse me, sir.
The lady...

Lady? Which lady?

No, no, this way.

Wait, what's going on?
-Excuse me, Baron.

What's that?

There you are, Mr Dvorak!

I went to the Ministry of
the Interior, Excellency!

You went via the Avenue
Magne and the Bourse aux Timbres!

Yes, I admit it, Excellency.

You have a niece.
-No, Excellency.

Yes.
-No, I have a sister.

Yes, yes.
Your niece is 17 years old.

So?
-I'll introduce her to you.

She's beautiful.

Yes, beautiful.

I'll confess anything you want,
but don't make me suffer.

Let's start over, Miss.

I'm from Geneva. I live in a boarding
school for girls.

I'm going back there tomorrow.

It's my first time in the capital and
my first ball. That's true.

Perfect. And you're...
-I'm bushed.

No, answer me! Who are you?
-Miss Arlette De Chevalet.

No, De Chevillet, pay attention.

Excuse me. I'm Miss
Arlette De Chevillet, your niece.

Don't snort, dear.

My feet hurt.

I wish I could wear my
clodhoppers.

Your clodhoppers?
-Yes, my shoes.

No, no.

My dress is so long
you wouldn't be able to see it.

I'd feel much more comfortable.

I said no.

You're an even worse pain in the...
neck than your boss.

He's not my boss, he's my
superior.

In our circles, we call
an ambassador "Excellency".

Thank you, Baron.

My hoofs hurt so badly.
-Your hoofs?

In my circles, we call feet hoofs.

Excuse me, I have to have
a word with Dvorak.

It's a 30 centime stamp that's
very hard to find now.

No, it's a 35 centime stamp.

Where's your niece?

What niece?
Oh, my niece! Yes, Excellency.

She was here.
She was here just now.

Did you leave her alone?

No, Excellency, she was talking
to that gentleman there.

I told you not to leave her alone.

You have a niece?
-No, yes, well I had one.

There you are!

How do I look?
-Charming.

They really think I'm an upper
class girl.

Good, that's what we want.

Everything's so beautiful.
Even better than in my dreams.

I didn't bring you here to compare
your dreams to reality.

I didn't think so.

Do you see that gentleman there?
-Which one?

The one who's dancing with the lady
in the salmon-coloured dress.

Oh, him.

Don't point.

He seems very nice.

Yes. No, he's not very nice.

The lady's very pretty.

I'll introduce you to him and
you'll dance with him.

Do I ask him?
-No, he'll ask you.

What if he doesn't?
-He will!

Great.

While you're dancing,
you'll discretely take his watch.

But that's stealing.
I'd never have expected that from you.

An ambassador, aren't you
ashamed?

It's not about theft, but about
a mission you have to complete.

I'll take the responsibility.

No, I've stolen once.
I won't do it again.

I have to have that watch, understand?
-Pinch it yourself then.

Don't be a child.

If I get caught, I'll be in trouble
with the police.

I'm counting on it that you
won't get caught.

And if you refuse, you'll certainly
have problems with the police.

I'll make sure of that, understood?

Oh, come on!
-Not so loud.

It's terrible that I'll only be
forgiven for stealing if I steal again.

Come.

Miss Arlette De Chevillet,
Dvorak's niece.

Miss.
-Madam.

Mr Pierre Rougemont, a young diplomat
with a great future.

Mr Rougemont's an excellent dancer
and a fine diplomat.

Don't listen to him, Miss.

It's her first ball.
You'd be her first dance partner.

May I have this dance?

His Excellency has given me a big
responsibility, Miss.

I'm afraid I might not be up
to the task.

I'm a very poor dancer, sir.

I'm certain you're not.

A girl's first ball's very
important.

She'll remember it forever.
I'll become a part of your memories.

I feel very proud and honoured.

I didn't know Dvorak had such
a charming niece.

He didn't know it either.
-What?

No, I mean he's so absent-minded
that he forgot to tell us about her.

I'd like to know what time it is.
-Why, are you bored with me?

No, but I'm supposed to see
my uncle at midnight.

At midnight? You have plenty of time.
It's only... 5 past twelve.

You're not going already, are you?
-I don't know.

If you don't promise to come back,
I won't let you go.

I'll be back.

I'll wait for you at the buffet,
alright?

Ma�tre d'h�tel, did I already
finish the caviar sandwiches?

Yes, sir.
-Isn't that something?

Well, there are more here.

Oh, Pierre, good that we meet.

For whom?
-For both of us.

I'm glad to see you and you'll be
allowed to do me a little favour.

Maitre d'h�tel,
Clicquot 28, please.

You're not eating.
But you already had dinner...

Haven't you?

No and what if I said I didn't have
lunch either...

I wouldn't believe you.

But I would be able to guess what
the little service is that you need.

You're good, Pierre.

Have you got it?
-No, but I saw it.

It's a watch without any value.
You wouldn't make 50 francs of it.

It's a fake and I know my stuff.
-Do as I tell you.

I can pinch you a much better one.
I saw one with diamonds and...

No, I want this one.

Do as I tell you and don't worry
about its value.

Oh well, you have strange taste.

Are you enjoying yourself here?
-More than that, I'm happy.

Well, try a little sandwich.
Have a taste.

See?
I hurried.

Mr Roland De Melville,
Miss De Chevillet.

Very nice to meet you, Miss!
Congratulations on getting...

my friend Pierre to like
these embassy balls.

Is that true?
-Yes, it's true.

I hate official ceremonies.
Shall we dance?

Yes.

Don't forget that I'm counting
on you.

You'll know where to find me.
I'm not leaving the buffet.

Did you see that?
-Yes, the watch.

It's outrageous.

Normally, at this hour I get this
strong urge to leave.

I don't hear the music anymore
or the people.

All I hear is the ticking of my watch
that's telling me to leave.

And tonight?
-Strange, but tonight I don't hear...

the ticking of my watch.
That must have something to do with you.

Just a moment.

The watch!
Quickly!

It wasn't me.
I swear on my father's head.

On your father's head!
Don't bother, we know Aristide.

Come, give us the ticker.

It's not worth a cent.

In our day Aristide had better students.
-Can you believe it?

Anyway, you have no right to work here.
-Did Aristide send you?

No.
-No, she works for herself.

We'll let you get away with
it this time, but...

next time will dob you in
to Aristide.

He'll teach you to behave.
Do you understand?

Did you do it this time?
-Here.

Are you happy?
-You've done me a huge favour.

That big?
-Yes, of course you can't understand...

but it's a very serious business.

Of the utmost importance.
-So now we're even.

Yes.

No, no, I still need you.
-You want another one?

No, I won't do it.
-No, no, calm down.

You're going to give this watch
back to its owner.

But what will I tell him?
That I found it on the ground?

No, you're going to put it back in his
pocket as discretely as you got it out.

Easy for you to say.

Taking things is one thing, but I never
learnt to put things back.

But it's child's play for you.
-You make me do strange things.

Did I take long this time?

Yes, I've aged considerably.

I was about to take my watch out
of my pocket.

It's got to be...
I don't have my watch anymore.

But I put it in this pocket.
-Maybe you put it in the other one.

That's strange!

Your friend's funny.

Is he a diplomat too?

No, how should I put it?
He's an ex diplomat to be.

Yes, he ruined his career in
a stupid way.

What did he do?
-He forgot diplomatic papers in a train.

Because of a woman.

I'm very happy.

Excuse me, where were you?
-What?

Where were you?
-Excuse me, but...

You've been coming and going
all evening.

Excuse me, dear, but you know...
an ambassador's ball...

Maybe you can forget about Europe
for once and care about your wife.

A great weight has been lifted off my
shoulders and I'm all yours now.

Did you broker a peace treaty?

Yes, maybe.

Dear Dvorak, I hope you're not
going to kidnap your niece.

Only for a few minutes.

Arlette, I need to talk to you.

Well, Miss, your mission has ended.

His Excellency told me to tell you
how content he is...

and he asked me to give you this.

Of course you can keep everything.

The dress, the cape, the shoes...

Everything.
It's all perfect.

I wish you all the best, Miss.

Are you chasing me away?
-Not at all, Miss.

It's just that your presence is
no longer required.

His Excellency also asked me...

to tell you he counts on your
discretion.

So that you can count on his.
-Let me go back to the ball...

for just a moment.
-No, that's absolutely impossible.

But I haven't said goodbye to...
-Mr Rougemont?

I'll tell him. I'll say that my niece
didn't feel well and that...

she asked me to bid him
farewell on her behalf.

Thank you.

You're forgetting something.

You're forgetting something else, Miss.
Me.

My uncle told me to go.
He'd tell you I had to go.

Is he letting you leave on your own?
I won't have it.

But I really have to go home.
-You're leaving with me then.

Would you like me to accompany you?

Oh no, don't bother.
I'll take a cab.

A cab for a girl on her own?
At this hour? No, no.

My car's downstairs.
My coat.

My hat, please.

About to leave without helping me?
-Come on, don't cry. Here.

I'm not asking for charity.
-That's all I have on me.

Alright, I'll be at your place
tomorrow morning.

I have to tell you all that happened.
-Oh no!

No, listen, if you don't help me,
they'll throw me out on the street.

Alright, I'll help you.

I only need five thousand...

No, you won't get a cent.
Listen, I'm about to leave...

for a week.
-Ah, with the lady?

No, idiot! Diplomatic service.
My house will be empty.

You can stay there and wait for me.
Understood?

Come over after I leave.
But now, I have to go.

Diplomatic service, right?

Thank you, goodnight.
Where are you going so fast?

We're not at your uncle's
place yet.

Ah yes, I was confused.
But why did you stop here?

Because I wanted to talk to you.

I didn't want to be disturbed by Dvorak.
-You're going to talk to me?

Yes... and it's difficult.

What I want to say to you...
wait...

Are you comfortable?
-Yes.

I only have clich�s to offer.

A young girl's very intimidating.
I'm afraid to...

Are you crying?

I apologise. But do you always
cry when you're being kissed?

I don't know, it's the first time.
-The first time you're crying?

No, that I'm being kissed.
-First ball, first dance partner...

first kiss, wonderful!
But why are you crying?

I always cry when I'm happy.
-And... have you cried a lot?

No, this is the first time.
-The first...

That's so sweet.

Good evening, Mr Rougemont.
-Good evening, my friend, how are you?

Fine, thanks. Beautiful night isn't it?
-The most beautiful ever.

Bye.
-Bye, Mr Rougemont.

Do you know him?
-Yes, a bit.

Does he let you plunder the garden?
-Of course, it's my garden.

Is it your house?
-Yes.

It's nice.
Do you live here on your own?

Yes, all alone.. with Flora.
-Flora?

Oh, no, no, she's a little dog.
Very sweet.

Tell me, how do you whistle
like that?

I've never been able to do it.

It's not hard. Look.
-Yes.

Hold your tongue like that.
-Yes.

And two fingers like that.

It's fantastic.
But do you twist your tongue?

Like that?

And which fingers?
-Those.

Oh, excuse me.

When can I see you again?
-Well, the thing is...

I'm going back to Geneva tomorrow.
-To Geneva?

Yes, I'm attending a school
for girls.

That's just great.
I'm going to Geneva tomorrow as well.

We can travel together.
-I don't know about that...

Do you take the morning train?
-No, that's the thing.

The evening train at 8:30 pm?
That's not very practical.

It's always late.
-That's the one I'm taking.

I'll take it too then.
We'll have a splendid trip.

I'll wait for you at the station,
at 8:30 pm.

Could I make you cry one more time?

Till tomorrow.

What's that?

It's me.

Where do you come from
at this hour?

I stole a watch, I met a very
posh gentleman and I...

He had a beautiful pearl.

Show me!
-What did you say?

Show me the pearl.

Well, I don't have it.
I got scared at the last moment.

You're lying!
-I swear on my father's head...

Don't start that with me.
If you're not serious...

I'll throw you out.
First and last warning. Now go to bed.

When I saw he had a picture of his
wife in his watch, I understood.

I took the photo and put it in my bag.
-Why?

So the ambassador doesn't find out she's
cheating on him.

He'd have challenged the other
man to a duel!

Why do you care if they fight?

I would have found it funny.

He's very nice to me.
He talks to me like to a real girl.

I danced all night with him.
-I know what's going on.

He's trying to dazzle you.

And then he took me home
in his car.

It's not possible.
A ball in an embassy?

Yes.
-Are you sure it was her?

Absolutely.
I swear on my father's head.

Your school.
-We haven't forgotten your lessons.

That gal...
I'll have a word with her.

Aristide's coming!

Did you agree to meet him?

Yes, but I won't go.
He thinks I'm an upper class girl.

I don't want him to know the truth.
-Today we'll talk about the suit.

Bring me model nr 7.
Arlette, step forward.

Come, girl, come.

The best moment to do this job
is when you're dancing.

Pretend you're dancing.

First ball, first dance partner,
first kiss... allow me to make you cry.

...again? I'll wait for you tomorrow
at 8:30 pm. Don't forget!

Is it going to happen today
or tomorrow?

Too modest probably.

Or you don't dance with just anybody?
In that case, let me present...

Mr Pierre De Rougemont,
Attach� at the embassy.

That rings a bell, doesn't it?

Does it remind you of a ball?
Where you were working for yourself?

I should have known. Such an honest
face can't be trusted.

But you don't lie to me,
understood?

Get out!

Get out of here, thief!

Come on, go!

At least let her explain.

Shut up, Yves, or you can go too.

Come on, go!

Give me that watch that you
stole.

I don't have it anymore.
-You'd better give it to me.

I gave it back.
-You want to keep it for yourself.

I swear I don't have it anymore.

Ungrateful liar!
Give me the watch or get out!

I gave it back and I'm glad
that I did.

I'm fed up with stealing!
Fed up!

Go back to where you came from.
-Great, I'd rather go back to...

reform school than stay in this
dirty place of yours.

And look at your dirty faces!
Everything's better than stealing!

You should be ashamed to make
money of our misery.

When all we want is to work.

But you'll be caught and that'll
be a good thing!

Gangster! Mongrel!

To your places!
Let this be an example to you!

Stay here, Flora.
Do you understand?

Good, I was starting to worry.

Where's your porter?

I don't have one.
-And your luggage?

I don't have any.

But tell me...

Are you travelling like this?

I'm not leaving.
I just came to say goodbye.

Goodbye? But... are you joking?

No, I'm not leaving.
I can't.

But Arlette, yesterday...

A lot has happened since yesterday.

I don't understand.
You seem like a different woman.

Do you like me less?
-No, Arlette, you're ravishing.

But what does this all mean?

I can't tell you.

When will you come to Geneva?
-I'm not going.

Will I see you when I come back then?
-No, it's impossible.

Why not...
don't you want to see me anymore?

Yes, I'd like that, but I can't
for the next three years.

Three years? They're not going
to lock you up, are they?

Yes.
-Your uncle?

Which uncle?

Oh, I had forgotten about him.

But why?

Because I ran away.

Ran away?
From a boarding school in Geneva?

No, in Amiens. Reform school.

Reform school?

That's impossible.

I'm telling you the truth,
but they forced me.

Did the ambassador say why
he wanted my watch?

No, he only said that it was very
important...

that I had to get your watch.

You did something terrible.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.
I apologise.

But where are you going?
-I'm leaving.

No, wait, stay here.
-But your train's leaving.

Yes, don't worry about it.

Wait for me in front of
my compartment.

It's the second carriage there.
Wait for me.

It wasn't your husband who took
my watch.

He got someone else to do it.
He hired a specialist.

But I'm telling you I can prove it.

I wanted to warn you right away.

So you'll pay extra attention,
right, dear?

Well... I don't know...
deny it.

Act very surprised.

What? Say something sweet?
No, don't say something sweet.

I don't have time.
I'll miss my train.

It's me. I'm bringing your
suitcases and your dog.

Come to the back of the house.
I'm coming down.

I remembered what happened to
your friend when he forgot...

the diplomatic papers in the train
because of a woman.

I didn't want the same thing to happen
to you because of me.

So I jumped in the train
and here I am.

You've done me a very big service.

I'm sorry, but I can't let you in.

The help left and closed everything.
I had to come in through this window.

Here's your umbrella...
and your dog.

Come here, doggie.
You're such a beautiful doggie.

Alright, you've got everything.
Bye, sir.

Where are you going?

To reform school.

How... at this hour?

I'll go to the police.

They'll keep me until tomorrow morning.
Bye, sir.

No, but... but wait.

It's almost as if you miss
prison.

No, but it's late.
I can't stay here.

Why not?

They'll want a detailed account of what
I've done after I escaped.

Are they that curious?
-You bet.

But what will you tell them?
-The truth.

Which truth?
-The real truth.

No, you'd better not talk about
the ball, believe me.

But they'll interrogate me.
What do you want me to say?

Well... I don't know...

Let's talk about all that tomorrow
morning, shall we?

Tomorrow morning?
-Yes, let's sleep on it, as they say.

You're tired. Stay here, alright?
Come.

With you? Alone with you?
-Why not?

But that's...
-No, no, don't worry,

I know how to behave around
girls.

I noticed that last night!

Last night you were the niece of
an embassy counsellor.

That's different.
-So if I understand correctly...

the poorer I am, the more you
respect me. What if I had pretended...

to be a princess?
What would have happened?

Oh, please, dear.

Come in.

And I'd appreciate it if you
could forget what happened last night.

That's impossible.
You said so yourself.

Yes, but keep it to yourself.

Oh darn!

What is it?

That idiot Firmin didn't make
the bed.

I should have fired him a long
time ago.

What's that?
-You should know better than me.

Please put that back where you
found it and goodnight.

Can I...

No, you can't.
-I'd like to suggest something.

You go to your room
and I'll take this one.

I can sleep without sheets.
-Me too.

Or I can take...
-No!

I don't need your help.
You're very friendly.

Thank you very much.

Danke sch�n, thank you very much
and goodnight. Do you understand?

Bonne nuit, gute Nacht, goodnight,
bonasera and tutti frutti!

Now what?

I don't want you to think you have
a professional thief in your house.

I'll tell you about my life.

No, not at this hour, please.

Let me at least tell you that...

No, nothing!
I'm tired.

I only stole once... no twice...
no only once.

At least make up your mind.

Once, because I gave you back the watch.
-Yes, you gave it back.

You only stole once.
I'm taking notice.

Goodnight.

And do you know why I stole?

No and I couldn't care less.

Because I wanted to get married.
-Are you engaged?

No, I wanted to buy a husband.

What?
-Yes, a marriage of convenience.

Want to know why?
-I'm sure you'll tell me.

When you're married, you don't
have to go back to reform school.

When you're married, you're free.
Yves taught me that.

Who's Yves?

A friend, my only friend.
He'd have found me a husband.

But I'd have had to pay him.
That's why I was stealing.

After getting married, I could have
started a whole new life, understand?

Not very well.
-Let me explain. Marriage is...

No please, it's really too late.

Tell me more tomorrow morning.
But for now...

we're going to sleep, alright.
We'll have a good sleep.

If I'll hear you one more time,
I'll do something terrible.

Bonasera! Buenas noches.
Bonne nuit! Gute nacht!

Goodnight.

Ah, Mr Roland.

Bonjour Firmin.

Haven't you left?
-No...

I completely forgot I told you
that you could stay in my house.

Don't tell me you've changed your mind.
I just gave up my room...

in my hotel. That would be a disaster.
-No, my friend, it's just that...

We'll find a way.
-Yes.

Leave that.
I have to pay the cab.

Yes, go ahead.

No, but...

Yes, here.

I'm in a terrible situation.

I have to end this once and
for all.

Do you want my gun?

No, I won't end it like that.

A man like me doesn't give up.
He fights.

And how much do you need in order
to fight?

Ten thousand.
I'll wrap everything up.

I'll leave for the colonies and
I'll start a new life.

A new life, you too?

What do you mean?
-Never mind.

Are you sure that ten thousand
francs...

Well, with fifteen thousand
I could definitely...

start a whole new life,
very nicely.

I might know a way to make
you earn ten thousand.

No, fifteen thousand.
-Ten thousand.

Come on, Pierre,
a completely new life.

Do you remember the girl who danced
with me last night?

Yes, Dvorak's niece.

Yes, well, she's not his niece.

Not his niece?
-No, she's going to get married.

To you?
-No, to you.

I'll explain. Besides, she's
very charming.

Would you like a coffee?

No, thanks.

Tell me, Arlette, if I understood
you correctly last night...

everything would be solved if you
got married.

Yes, everything.

Yes, well I think I found
someone for you.

That's not possible.

You did me a big service,
now it's my turn.

But this is so big.

Of course, my friend Roland will only
marry you on certain conditions.

Roland?

It will be a real marriage, but it will
hold no commitment for either of you.

When you'll come out of city hall,
you'll both be free.

Yes.

What's wrong all of a sudden?

With me? Nothing.

You didn't think...
that I was going to marry you?

Oh no!

I'm doing everything I can
to help you but it's up to you.

Thank you.

What are you thinking of?
-Of how we came back from the ball.

Who were you kissing?
My title, my dowry or my lips?

Listen, I asked you never to bring
that up again.

Do you want to marry Roland,
yes or no?

We can do it within a week.

We'll arrange all the paperwork
while you're staying here.

Will I live in your house until
the marriage?

But of course.

Then I'll do it.

Your luggage is ready.

I'm going.

Are you leaving?
-Yes.

But where are you going?
-To Geneva, of course.

Hello, Firmin.

What can I do for you?

Who are you?
-I'm the servant.

Whose servant?
-The gentleman's...

Which gentleman?
-Mr Pierre Rougemont.

Ah, you're the servant of
Mr Pierre Rougemont.

Yes, sir I'm the servant of
Mr Pierre Rougemont.

Is Mr Pierre Rougemont home?
-No, Mr Rougemont is in...

Geneva and probably won't be home
until the end of the week.

And what do I hear upstairs?

That's a friend and a lady friend of
the gentleman, sir...

Can I speak to the friends of
the gentleman?

I'll see if they're there, sir.
Who can I say wants to see them?

Monsieur Pierre Rougemont,
back from Geneva.

Oh, excuse me.
Hello, boss.

Please get my suitcases from
the cab.

Come in, sir... boss.

I know a silly riddle
It won't be hard to guess

Let me start and listen well
First: a bashful heart

That could never lie to me
Second: those two strong arms

That you can hide in
Third: your passionate kisses

How I love to think back of them
This man is my everything

It's really easy to guess

It's really a charade,
That's easy to figure out

And yet you're at a loss
Did the cat eat your tongue?

Just so you know what I'm saying
I'll repeat it, listen well

First: a tender look
Second: a mocking smile

Third: the words I love to hear
And my everything resides

In my heart
He took up all the room

And it's for him
That my heart beats louder

This time you understand
That my everything is you

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

What a surprise.
I wasn't expecting you until Saturday.

Excuse me if I'm interrupting you.
I can leave right away.

You're joking.
Sit down, please.

You're very friendly.

Good old Pierre, hello!

Why did you come back so early?

So I'm in your way too.
-Of course not.

A glass of port?
-No, thanks.

See how she sits?
Quite the little lady.

You must have given her lessons.
-Yes, yes.

What were you saying?
-Did you have a good trip?

What's happening in Geneva,
Mr Diplomat?

Mr Diplomat, excellent.

By the way,
you don't have to show that much leg.

Ravishing as they are.
As is your voice.

You're too kind.
How flattering.

But what about that servant that
I saw downstairs?

He's an old school friend.

A school friend who probably
also has no papers.

No, but I can vouch for him.
He wants to start a new life.

A new life, he as well.

My house has become an asylum
for the remorseful.

Thank you, thank you.
-Are you leaving?

I'm getting dressed, dear friend.

She's wonderful. A great housewife
and pretty as well.

I'll show you some amateur pictures
I've made with your camera.

But let's talk seriously.
-About money, I bet.

Yes, but not for me this time.
I had to dress the girl properly.

In a swimming costume.
-Yes, and in a dress.

I can't marry a girl in rags.
Here's the tailor's invoice.

I don't understand.
It's for a ceremony that...

will last five minutes and for a woman
you'll never see again.

She didn't need that many dresses.

I wonder if it'll really be
a marriage of convenience.

What?

She's charming and she's got
everything it takes...

to make a good little wife,
a real companion.

All the things I've done wrong,
were caused by loneliness.

I need someone with me
who can guide me.

And since I'm starting a whole
new life...

why not start it with someone?
-Are you joking?

No, I'm very serious.
I like Arlette a lot.

She's quite talented.
Haven't you noticed her manners...

and her command of the language?
She's really benefitted from my lessons.

But listen, Roland, do you know
where this girl's from?

You couldn't introduce her to anybody.
Of course she can pretend for...

one or two hours, but she'll seriously
embarrass you in front of people.

I'm fed up with people anyway.

And besides, we're leaving for
the colonies.

But what will you live off?
-Your money.

Only in the beginning.
-You won't get far with that.

As far as Tahiti.

And in Tahiti, we'll live off seafood,
coconuts and bananas.

It's charming, with fishing boats,
garlands, indigenous chants...

zazou zazou zazou.

Do you like flowers?

I like silence when I'm working.

You work?
-Yes, I do. Are you surprised?

Yes... I thought you were
a diplomat.

And what do you think diplomats do?

They eat. I don't know,
that's what I read in the newspapers.

Diplomatic lunches, diplomatic dinners,
diplomatic receptions with buffet.

I wonder how you manage to stay
in such good shape.

Yes, that's this number, Madam.
Mr Rougemont's busy, Madam.

What? Yes, I'm his secretary.
He's very busy.

They hung up.

Who was she?
-I don't know, a lady.

She didn't seem very happy.

Get out, Miss. I forbid you
to answer my phone.

Do you understand?
You're not allowed to enter my study.

Alright.

Who's in the room?
-Someone.

Male or female?

What do you care?
-Yves, you're not being honest with me.

You might get angry.

Are we friends or not?
-I'm your buddy, you know that.

But I'm also a servant the way
you like them: discrete.

Are you afraid?
-No, I'm not afraid.

But the fact is that he saw your picture
in my watch.

I don't understand.
He's never been this nice to me.

Ever since that ball, my husband's
courting me and...

my lover's running away from me.
-Hush! Don't yell.

Do you have company?

No, but the servants might hear us.

Or your secretary.
-What are you thinking?

She's not here on Wednesdays.
-Pretty?

She's terrible.
Ugly face and huge glasses.

And she walks with her feet
pointing inward.

How about this dress for tomorrow
at city hall?

Oh, excuse me.

What a nice surprise, Madam.

How's your husband?
-Very well. And your uncle?

Well I hope so. But I must admit
I've neglected him a bit lately.

Excuse me, the dresser's waiting.

Trying on all these clothes
is killing me.

See you again soon, Madam.

No, let me explain.

It's clear, I've understood.

What? This is a terrible
misunderstanding.

Enough with the lies.
Now I understand why...

you came up with that story that
didn't make any sense.

But this girl isn't what you
think she is.

I laugh at Dvorak's niece, but your
behaviour's terrible.

Give me back my picture.
-I swear your husband took it.

You're lying!

Look for yourself then.
That girl means nothing to me.

What is it?

But...

You're terrible.

Are you going to stop
following me?

Stop breathing in my neck all the time.
Understood?

Go! Go!

Poor thing. I yell at you but
I'm really fond of you.

It's your fault too.
You seem to think I'm God.

Well, I'm not God.
I'm just a poor guy with a problem.

Pierre, where are you?

Ah, there you are.
I'm over the moon, old chap.

I just came from city hall.
The wedding's been announced.

Yes, it made me feel quite good to
see my name next to Arlette's.

By the way, you owe me three
hundred francs.

Registration fees,
various costs.

Here's the total.

Yes, I'll look at it.

No, it has to be paid right away.

This paperwork's required for
the wedding.

It's happening tomorrow.
Don't forget.

The marriage won't take place.

What?
What are you saying?

I'm saying that I don't want to
be part of this comedy.

And you thought of that just now?

No, I haven't been able to sleep
for two nights.

But why?
-Because I keep thinking of Arlette.

All day and all night,
to be precise.

She's the reason why I came back
from Geneva early.

Yet I do everything I can
to avoid her.

When I see her, I feel like
kissing her.

But instead I say unfriendly things
to her.

But you're right. I shouldn't
fight it.

What are social standing and a career
compared to love?

And it's you who's telling me that?
Pull yourself together, Pierre.

I'm down and out, I can marry
this girl, but you can't.

I'm not welcome anywhere, but you
have a bright future ahead of you.

Arlette can't be your wife,
come on.

And to make her your mistress wouldn't
be very nice, would it?

Allow her to become a decent woman.
Don't be stupid.

It's things like this that got me
where I am.

With a ticket for Tahiti,
where I'll be going on my own.

She doesn't want to come.
I asked her and she said no.

Come on, let her go.

I'll see you at city hall.
Here, as long as she leaves. Hurry!

Article 212: husband and wife owe each
other fidelity, assistance and support.

Article 213: the husband
decides on the place of residence.

The wife is obliged to follow her
husband and he has to accept her.

Mr Roland Melville, do you take
Miss Arlette Lafont...

present here in front of us,
to be your wife?

Yes, Mr Mayor.

Miss Arlette Lafont, do you take
Mr Roland Melville...

present here in front of us,
to be your husband?

Excuse me, Mr Mayor.

If you don't mind, could you
repeat article 213?

The husband decides on the
place of residence.

The wife is obliged to
live with him.

Don't say "Ah-ah", say "Yes".

Yes, I know.

Miss Arlette Lafont,
do you take Mr Roland Melville

present here, in front of us,
to be your husband?

No.

No, certainly not.

Come, Roland.
-Excuse us, Mr Mayor.

She's emotional.
We'll be back some other time.

One moment, Madam, I mean Miss.
Congratulations!

For 30 years I've been marrying couples
that come here without thinking.

They answer without even hearing me.
No one ever dared say no.

Even though lots of them
thought it.

Bravo Miss, a missed marriage
is better than a divorce.

Thank you, Mr Mayor.

You here?
-Yes, congratulations, well done.

Who do you know already?
-The boss is furious and he's right.

You don't understand.
-You could have been an honest woman.

And a respectable woman.
Now you're nothing.

That's what I understand.
-It's none of your business.

You make me lose my job.

And I was bringing you a bridal bouquet.
You deserve to be smacked instead.

I just couldn't say yes.
I don't love him.

It's a fake marriage!
Hey, dunce!

It's no reason to start sobbing!

That won't solve the problem,
will it?

I understand why you didn't do it.
You like the other guy.

So what?

You can't marry the boss!
He's not from your social background.

But if you were the wife of Roland,
you'd get closer to him.

You could get a divorce and be a lady.
My cousin's lawyer would have helped.

Why am I even talking to you?
Here's your bouquet.

Ten bucks down the drain, no more job
and still no papers.

Unbelievable, isn't it?
-Yes, Yves.

It will be a sad house.
Are you leaving?

Arlette too.
I won't be around much longer either.

If I can be so bold...
-What, do I owe you something maybe?

No, Mr Roland, but won't you need
someone like me?

Hard worker, honest and all that?
-But I don't have any money.

We'll find a way.
-You're very friendly.

When you have no papers, you can't
be choosy about who you work for.

Thanks a lot.
-I didn't mean to offend.

I'm a driver too.
-But I don't have a car.

But if I hear anything...

Sir...
-No.

Sir.

What's with the outfit?

This is the dress I wore when I
saw you for the first time.

I thought it would be good to wear
it the last time I'd see you.

If you'll ever think of me again,
I'd like you to see me in this dress.

I'll do my best.
-Can I ask...

you to dance with me one last time?
-What a ridiculous idea.

Be nice.
-I'm late enough as it is.

You don't know what it would
mean to me.

For you, life will go on, but I'll have
three years to remember everything.

Be nice until the end,
I beg of you.

You should have more dignity,
my dear Arlette.

Maybe, but I'm begging you.
You're not very appreciative.

I have done you a few favours.
-What, my suitcases?

I would have gotten them back
on my own.

Don't you want to dance with me
one last time?

No.

It's no coincidence that they're
playing this.

I asked them to.

What are you doing here, Arlette?
-Dance with you one last time.

You can't refuse Dvorak's nice that.

Yes, everybody here knows me as
Miss De Chevillet.

But for me you're still a little
pest.

It's simple. If you refuse,
I'll do something crazy.

What?

Do you see that gentleman?

Yes, what about him?

I'm going to steal his watch too.

You're going to leave right away.

Yes, but first call the waiter.
I'm dying of thirst.

So what?
-Then I'll call him myself.

Can I have this dance, Miss?

But of course, dear friend.
-Thank you.

What?
-Nothing.

You said oooh.
Why did you say oooh?

I didn't say oooh.
I said oh.

I'm not crazy.
I heard you say oooh.

But, darling, I have no reason to
say oooh.

I only said oh. Oh.

Excuse me, Florence.
I have to talk to Dvorak.

I can hear what you have to say.

No, darling, it's about work.
Excuse me.

Did you see that your niece is here?
-What niece?

Ah, our niece.
Yes, I saw her.

She's with Rougemont.
-Married?

Married? No, here!

Alright.
-Don't you feel responsible?

No.
-What if she continues to play the part?

Rougemont seems quite taken with her.
It could become a catastrophe.

Do you know what I'm thinking of?
-I'm thinking of it too.

Of our first dance?
-Yes, you were right.

We always remember our first ball
and our first dance partner.

Yes, I couldn't stop talking.
Like right now.

I was telling myself that balls
bored me.

You had your hand on my shoulder
and suddenly I couldn't...

hear the ticking of my watch
anymore.

Thanks!
-What's wrong?

What a beautiful picture.
-What do you mean?

For you, I'll never be anything
but a thief.

Thanks for reminding me.

But I never thought about that,
Arlette!

A very diplomatic way to put me
back in my place.

Arlette, please let's dance some more.
-No!

I'll tell him who she is and
why I brought her here.

It's the truth!

Actually, why did you bring
her here?

Listen, dear, Dvorak, do as
I say and don't worry about anything.

Hurry, hurry.

Arlette, this is ridiculous, listen.
-No.

At least let me accompany you.

No, I came alone and I'll
leave alone.

Give me time to explain then.
-No!

His Excellency wants to speak
to you in private.

Understood.

He's waiting in the garden.
-I'll be there right away.

You can leave a happy woman.

I have a duel on my hands.
-A duel?

Of course, and I owe it to you.
-How do you owe a duel to me?

Don't act all stupid, please.

It's because of the watch
that you...

I understand less and less.
-In that watch, there was...

a picture of his wife.
-No!

Yes.

Do you now understand what you're
responsible for?

Yes, yes.
-And you love it, of course.

Yes, because he's never seen that
picture.

Did you...
-Yes.

Did you ever think it would go this far?
-We're going to have big problems.

Dear friend, I wanted to talk
to you...

about something extremely delicate.

Don't walk away, Dvorak.
It involves you too.

She's your niece.

What?
Miss De Chevillet?

Yes, that's what I mean.
No, that's not what I mean.

It sounds very complicated.
-More than you could know.

Complicated... and painful...
for me.

And for me.
-And, I'm afraid, dear friend...

that it's also painful for you.

But let's go over here.
It'll be more quiet.

Try to understand the situation,
dear friend.

It was very important to me.
I had received what seemed to be...

reliable information that the proof
of my suspicions was in the case...

of your watch.
I called in the help of a specialist.

I congratulate you on your
choice, Excellency.

Thank you.
Allow me to apologise once again.

Unfortunately, that's not good enough.
-I see.

I see no other choice but to inform
the Dean of the Diplomatic Corps.

You're not going to tell him?
-I'm sorry, Excellency.

Your honour may have been saved,
but mine is still in danger.

You have toyed with my feelings,
with my heart.

I have presented Dvorak's niece
to everybody as my fianc�e.

Without my permission?

Please don't make a scene, Dvorak.

We need to find an elegant solution.
A gentleman's agreement.

I'll await your suggestions,
gentlemen.

Dvorak, do you have an idea?

Uhm... no.

Aren't you a counsellor to the embassy?
-Yes.

Well, provide me with counsel.

Let's hand the girl over to the police.
-Well, gentlemen?

Maybe it would be best if you told
us what your conditions are.

Yes, that would give us something
to discuss.

Yes, well... the best solution
would be...

to turn your lie into reality.

I don't quite follow.

Do what it takes to give the girl
her papers.

Adopt her, Dvorak!

Me?
I'd have to ask mother first.

Are you still a minor?
-Yes... no.

You!

Yes, me.
I knew you had joined her.

Not bad. Nice place.
Tell Arlette I'm here.

She's not home.
-I'll wait for her.

I wouldn't advise that.

I know what I'm doing.
This would be the first time...

that two ex students work for
themselves...

without paying me the percentage
they owe me.

Arlette's honest. You probably too.
-I do what I can.

I won't let you lay a hand on Arlette.
-Oh l� l�!

She's happy and I won't allow
you to destroy her new life.

Really?
-Because you'd have to deal with me.

With you?
-Yes, against you.

And that would end badly for Aristide.
-You're making me laugh.

Do you want me to go to the police?
-Go right ahead!

The police, haha...

Go then, go!

Is this Mr Rougemont's residence?
-Are you here for the champagne?

No, police.

It's about the suitcases that
Mr Rougemont left behind in the train.

We haven't found them yet.

Are you leaving?

No, I'm not leaving,
but I'm not staying either.

Maybe you can stay a bit longer...

Mr Aristide!
-I have to see my old mother.

She suffers from rheumatism.
-Will you be back?

I'll definitely be back.
I absolutely want to...

tell Arlette how...
happy I am for her...

and everything... well, that's it.

What can I do for you,
Mr Inspector?

Do you know him well?
-Him... no... no.

Good for you.
He's a dangerous pickpocket.

A repeat offender that we've been
looking for for a long time.

I'm going to take him in.

I'll be back tomorrow afternoon to see
Mr Rougemont.

Tomorrow afternoon,
he'll be going on a trip.

Tomorrow morning then.
-Then he'll be in church.

Aren't you happy?
-Oh yes.

Why aren't you crying then?
-I am crying. Look.

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