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Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and those of you who arrived

too late to classify.

I wish to welcome you to Alfred Hitchcock Presents.

Please relax.

There is no admission charge, no cover, and no minimum.

This is a non -profit organization.

Profit being defined as that which is left.

after I take my share.

Tonight's electronic floor show transports us to France, the nation

fine wines and provocative postcards.

The scene is Leon's Café in Marseille.

Bernard, go home. You're drunk. Drunk? On your wine?

Impossible.

Leon, Leon, listen to me.

The old days when you, you and I, they are gone, huh? Good.

Leon, I'm serious, and I'm not drunk.

Not yet tonight, anyway.

Just because you are Therese's father, you have no right to force her into this

marriage. You keep your red nose out of my business.

As you can see, Alphonse and I

have yet not finished our wine, which is paid for.

I told you, two bouillabaisse for table one.

Serve that already, Papa. Who gives this one?

Uncle Fernand.

He is not your uncle.

Get the money first.

Voilà.

Well, what did you expect?

Nothing. I expected nothing.

I knew you would not come. It was raining.

You see, we were called upon to get out these short papers.

Do you think the army wishes to make it easy?

Sergeant Domié, Corporal Marchand, they say.

Sign here.

Is that all?

Oh, no, my little poulette.

It takes a day and a night to get one like this.

Then you will be going home?

What's life but going home?

Another perno?

Yes, yes.

Another perno.

And what will you have? Nightingale?

I always drink the same thing. I never, never change.

I always drink the same thing, or else I will get sick.

The cognac.

Here.

I thought he was the rich one.

He is, but I owe him something.

You see, I saved his life.

I'm sorry, Andre, but... Somebody had to tell her you were going home.

Why? Why? Well, for one thing, she's not like those witches in the Algerian

desert. And for another, she's lost her head over you.

Poor little Poulet. I did not ask her to.

Did I?

No.

I promised her nothing.

Poulet like Therese, it isn't necessary to promise.

When a sheltered one like this loses her head.

Well, well, that's her lookout.

Not mine.

And anyway, what business is it of yours?

You're my friend. Friends can't say these things to each other.

No?

Oh,

no, no, no, no. You know I haven't any money.

Uncle Fernand, I have explained with the compliments of the house.

Oh.

Tell me, how could you possibly have smuggled it past your father?

That is my business.

Eat it now while it's still hot.

Merci. Merci.

C 'est bon, hein?

Something is wrong, child?

Oh, the sergeant.

His friend says he's going home.

So

we

were together out on the desert for five hours and without water.

The sun blazing down as we crawled over the hot sun. Then we were picked up by

an ambulance.

Well, we were in the same ward in the military hospital.

Today we received Croix de Guerre.

And today, still together, we received the highest award the Republic can give.

We both became civilians.

You've heard of the unknown soldier.

This one is a known soldier.

He talks too much.

What a beautiful man.

Such a miserable temper.

I take him, temper and all.

He would not have to go to work. I look after him. Dream on, Sherry. He's rich

and he's fiancé to a Belgian baroness.

And I'm a Ukrainian princess.

Oh, see for yourself.

Her name is Sybille de la Motte.

If she is his fiancée, why is her picture in your wallet?

Well, there are times a man needs a picture to look at.

André had a picture to spare, and I had room in my wallet.

But I shall meet her soon, or I shall be occupying one of the guest suites at

André's Chateau.

Didn't I tell you I was going home as soon as I got my papers?

Yes. Then why the long face?

No reason.

I always meant to leave, and you knew it.

Marseille was never to be anything more than a stopover.

You think that a few kisses in the dark mean anything to a soldier?

I told you.

Every soldier needs a girl.

It goes with the uniform.

Yes, you told me that.

So, you think that we are living in the world?

We are not.

We are just camping in it between wars.

Do you suppose that simply by taking off this uniform, I can forget it?

I know it was a dark time. Yes.

Terrible, heavy time, but it's over and you must forget it. Forget.

How can I forget?

I could help you, André.

André, I would so like to help you forget.

No, no, I... I don't want your help.

I don't believe that.

You say many things to me, André.

Bad, angry things.

These two weeks you have been here, there were times you were kind to me.

Tender, even.

This is what I remember.

This is what I think when I look at you.

I do so want to be with you, to look after you.

I don't need anyone to look after me.

Maybe you forget.

I'm going back to my home, my friends, my family, to all the things a man can

ever want.

Not this here.

Sorry. I know I would be out of place if I... Give me a pen.

André, haven't you had enough?

I am a soldier only just out of the hospital.

Let us pretend that you are a Red Cross girl.

Very well.

I don't want a paper. I don't want a cigarette. I want a pen.

And it is your duty...

To give it to me.

Just as it is your duty to give me anything else I might want.

Your favorite burgundy, Francois. No, no, no, no. Have I not told you? In my

cafe, my relatives do not pay.

I'm not so sure we are going to be relatives.

Well, why is that?

Has Therese grown old since last night? Or ugly? Or fat?

Or stupid?

No, not stupid.

Worse. Gaga.

Gaga? You know what she was doing this morning?

She was in the park sitting on a bench.

Well, what is Gaga about that?

You forget it was pouring rain.

Therese!

Therese!

Were you sitting in the park this morning in the pouring rain?

Yes, Papa.

What on earth were you doing there except getting soaked?

I had my umbrella, Papa.

You're talking like an idiot.

If you are going to hold your family scrubber, do it in the kitchen, not

This is a private matter, Sergeant. You keep out of it.

You mind your tongue, butcher.

Or I cut it out and hang it in your shop window.

Come on.

Come closer. Come on.

Cut me a shot, Andre. About so thick.

It has come to me.

I know now why she was sitting in the rain.

She was praying.

But of course.

16 years of life in a convent leaves its mark on a young girl. They are timid.

They walk around on tiptoes. They are full of tears and prayers.

But after marriage, and a few babies, they make the best wives of all.

Play the canard again, will you?

Here is the family chateau.

There's a rumor Madame du Barry slept here more than once.

This is the family yacht for Mediterranean cruisers.

This is Cyrano, one of Andre's horses.

Last year, he won the Grand Prix at Longchamp.

Made five to one. I had 2 ,000 francs on my nose, and that is how I happen to

know that Cyrano belongs to the Countess d 'Auberge. That's Andre's mother.

And that would make him the Count of Beers. No, no, his name is Daumier.

You see, the Count is his mother's second husband.

Picture postcard.

Sold it in a new stand for 50 francs.

Not so loud.

Andre gets very hungry when I talk about his family.

He gets very touchy. I can imagine.

That's why you carry all the pictures. You do the publicity, he cashes in.

And why aren't you at the chateau now, you and your fine friend with the knife?

I'll tell you why.

Because you are both just... You don't believe me.

Why not put some money where your mouth is?

How much?

Well, let's say 10 ,000 francs. The money you won on our horse.

Agreed. You earned him 10 ,000. Now go ahead, prove it.

Call the Countess d 'Auberge at St. Gervais. No number necessary.

Tell her it's her son, André Daumier, calling.

Reverse the charges.

If she accepts the call, it proves I'm right.

Not unless he talks to her. Not unless I hear.

The Countess d 'Auberge in St. Gervais.

This is her son, André Daumier.

Reverse the charges.

Good evening.

Andre will be right here. One moment, please.

Andre, it's your mother.

Say what?

Your mother doesn't know you're back in France yet. Tell her.

Any man but you, Marcel.

I would kill him for this.

But I had to prove to the pig or the butcher that I was telling the truth.

And for 10 ,000 francs, Andre.

Do you blame me?

Please.

Hello, André?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

André? André, my darling.

It's wonderful to hear your voice. Let me talk to your mother. Please, go and

get your father and Sibyl.

When did you get back from Algiers?

About two weeks ago.

But, Andre, two weeks ago.

Why haven't you telephoned sooner?

Well, when will you be home?

Tomorrow evening.

How splendid!

I wish you would have let me know ahead of time.

We're having a party.

Oh, more than 200 people.

Andre, if I would have known you were coming, I would have postponed it and

invited 200 more.

Mother, you will never change.

How is Lily?

Lily is well as always.

Good. And Sybil?

Sybil is well, too.

Her stepfather?

He's fine.

They want to talk to you.

I want to talk to them, too. I fly your tailor up from Rome this weekend.

I'm sure you need an entire wardrobe.

Andre, have you lost any weight?

Two pounds, maybe.

I'm all right.

8 ,000, 9 ,000.

Mother, help!

We must have a word with you.

He has been written every day.

That's good, that's good. But listen.

I have invited a friend of mine to come with me and to stay for a while.

But of course, my darling. Bring anyone you want.

We have still two guests with vacant.

Oh, Andre.

They couldn't have discharged you at the better time.

The season is just beginning.

Everybody's back from the wheel, from the riviera. There are parties every

Of course, I should want to redecorate your rooms.

Anyway, darling, that is all for now. I have to go back to my guests.

Hurry home.

Here is Sybil. I'm next, Mama.

Wait a minute.

Hello, Andre.

Oh, Sybil, how are you?

I know.

I'm sorry.

André, I was quite worried when I heard you were in the hospital.

Was it very bad?

No, it's nothing.

I am glad.

Are you quite recovered?

Quite, quite.

Good. André, you really could have written, you know, three months without

letter from you.

If you miss me so much, why didn't you write?

Oh, let's not argue about it, will you?

Now, I would like to speak to my mother again, please.

All right.

Just a minute.

collections. I have a lovely new specimen, but I can't wait to see you.

Oh, it'd be good to see you too.

Lily, as the only sane member of our family, will you listen to me?

Of course.

Good.

About the friend that I am bringing with me.

Well, go ahead. I'm listening.

You'd better wait a minute and I'll find out.

Andre is bringing home a friend with him.

I told him it was all right. Why does he make such a point of it? But you don't

understand. Andre's friend has lost a leg.

Oh.

Well, haven't they given him one of those artificial ones?

No, he says it's too soon after the operation.

He'll have to walk in crutches or be pushed in a wheelchair.

Well, that's terrible to bring a cripple in here.

He won't fit in.

You mean his presence would put a damper on our activities?

Just a moment, Andre. We're having a family conference.

How extraordinary of Andre to suggest such a thing.

I'm afraid the unfortunate boy will feel terribly out of it in the midst of our

parties. Excuse me, my dear.

Andre, my darling.

Of course we would love to have your friend.

But don't you think he will feel a little awkward?

He won't be able to ride or swim or dance.

He will be so out of it.

You don't understand.

It happens this fellow saved my life.

I'm sure he's a wonderful boy.

And if he saved your life, you must certainly be grateful to him and to

everything to make his life as comfortable and as happy as possible.

Oh, I am glad to hear you say that.

Then I'll bring him home with me.

Thank you very much.

No, no, no, Andre. I didn't mean that at all.

You did not understand me.

Naturally, we must help him in everywhere we can. Send him to

the Riviera, anywhere.

We'll be glad to pay for it.

But don't bring him home.

Not now.

It would be so depressing having such an unfortunate boy around.

Andre, I don't agree with them.

Let me, please.

Hello. Glad to hear your voice, my boy.

Your mother is right.

We talked about it long enough.

We really must go back to our guests.

Goodbye. Hurry home, will you?

Andre. What shall I play for you now?

A happy song, Jeannette.

From the sound of things, maybe I'd better not go home with you.

It's my fault. We shouldn't have surprised them like that with a

Andre, you go home first.

In a week or two, while we shall seek, maybe I can join you then.

No, Marcel.

I can't take you with me.

Not home.

Because I am not going home.

Andre, we'll go back now to the pension for tonight.

No, no.

Tomorrow will be better.

You'll see.

Well, goodbye, Marcel.

And you, Thérèse, you marry the butcher.

After all, he is next door and convenient.

So marry him and lead a long and happy life.

Where do you think you're going?

Let me go, Papa.

Please let me go.

I have to go with him. I love him. Oh, you love him.

Is that what you want, child?

Yes, Uncle Fernand.

Leon, let her go.

Oh, shut up, you drunk. Let her go or I'll kill you.

All right, Therese.

Do what you think is right.

Tonight I shall not indulge in my usual gallows humor, for this program has no

desire to make light of men who have suffered because of war.

This concludes tonight's show.

Next time we shall return to the scene of our crime.

I hope you will join us. Good night.