All language subtitles for Club. de. femmes. 1936. FRENCH. 1080p. WEB. x264-FW

...

...

- Tell Robert
not to forget me.

- Don't gnaw at yourself.

And don't make jokes!
- Me? I didn't mean

with Robert, you think!

...

- Above all, be good out there,
you're engaged.

Send us some money
as soon as you're placed.

...

- Are you looking for
someone, my child?

- I was supposed to be picked up.

Just a friend.
- Do you have family here?

- Oh, no, no, no.
- Let me take care of you.

I like you.
You look like my daughter.

- 30 francs per week.

You'll be like a dough cop.

If I hear about
a place in the neighborhood...

- That above all, madame...
We'll be right there.

A man hums.
-You've been drinking again,

M. Georges.
-Shut up, you bug!

Who's taking your place?
-A youth.

None of your business.

-What?

I'm no stranger to youth.
-He's a hoot.

He's not mean.

The key has to be replaced.

You'll have it tomorrow.

It's a quiet hotel.

All in the family.

Goodbye.

-Go away.

Go away.
-What?

It's not time.

- A thousand francs a month,
to start with.

Are you happy?
- Yes, sir, I am!

-Very good.

How old are you?
-18, sir.

-Perfect.

We'll be working
sometimes late at night,

Doesn't that scare you?

- No, sir.

-Perfect. It will be better
if you lived with me.

She laughs.

- "That the plaintiff..."
...

"That the applicant

"not having obtained a show of hands..."

Ah, ah, ah!

-You're too hot.

Take off your robe.

- I'll take off my robe,

but don't call me by my first name.

Don't call me by my first name.

...

-All the way,

our great friend,
Madame Assoum,

will have fought the good fight.

Beyond death,
the sum she leaves us

allows us to build,
according to his wishes,

the Cité Fémina!

Open
to all girls,

closed to all men!

As comfortable
as the best hotels,

and accessible
to the most humble of young girls

homeless.

- We will have a strict regulation?

- Draconian.

We whistle.

...

...
Service staff will be

all-female.

I'm happy to announce
good news at last.

My dear,

my eminent friend, Dr. Aubry
Aubry, Head of Department

at Laennec Hospital,
has kindly accepted

to be one of us.

Applause.
And she won't spare her science

nor his devotion
to this beloved home

who, soon...

These regulations
are not your servitude,

it's your deliverance!

So let us raise together
our pious gratitude

in memory of
our late benefactress,

founder, Paule Assoum.

And I said,
on behalf of us all:

thank you for raising the walls

than vice,
temptation and disorder

won't be able to cross.

Thank you
for creating a home

closed to disappointment

and the tragedies of passion.

Thank you

for ensuring
rest and serenity

to young souls

behind a bronze portal...

I'm speaking figuratively.

On which it is written:

"Men,
this house is closed to you!

"Men, pass

"your way!"

...

-I am the little girl
who is always bad."

I am the little girl
who is always bad.

...

...
Brouhaha.

...
...

...

- Hello? Speak, miss.

Hello, Mona? Mona Jasmin?

Hello?

Hello, is that you, Maurice?

Just a moment.

A green dress?

With white buttons?

No, I don't see that.

What time did you
did you see her come in?

7 a.m.?

No, this one,
I don't know her yet.

Oh, be patient.
They're 140, you know.

Tomorrow, at the restaurant,
I'll try to spot her.

- As you can see
is no picnic.

- You'll do just fine.

But where will you take him?
- What do you mean, "where"?

- Nothing. You're beautiful.
If you think

running a nursery...
- Oh, no, Gabrielle.

- Mrs. Director.
- Miss Hélène.

Doctor Aubry
is going to live with us.

She is a doctor at ANS.

His calls have priority

after my own.

Inform your deputy.
-Yes, Madame Director.

- Thank you, miss.

- You're welcome, ma'am,
it's my service.

Hello, Maurice?

I swear to God,
you found me a job...

Tomorrow, you're taking
Yvonne to Marseille?

I'll come at 9.

I'll bring Gaby and Georgette.

No kidding, you're not
leave me here to rot.

I need some air.

- Here's your room!

It's one of the most beautiful.

I took care of them.
- Oh, she's amazing!

Amazing!

- Do you like it?

- Oh, Clotilde! A man!

- Not in the house,
come on, Gabrielle.

Roofers
fix lightning rods.

- Use lots of them,
lightning rods.

- Good afternoon, ma'am.

Will you be able
my trunk from the station?

From the North.
She comes from Copenhagen.

- I also need the key

to have it cleared.

- Here you are.
-Thank you, mademoiselle.

- Do you have any mail for me?
-To which name?

- Krunner. Miss Greta Krunner.

Room 47.
-Not yet, mademoiselle.

- Where do I apply
for an art academy?

I come to Paris
to learn drawing.

- Take a look at this picture,

there's all the information.
-Thank you for your time.

*Charleston.

*...

She sighs.

- Shall I tell you something?

They are worth 100,000 F each.

- What?

- My legs!
- Ahem.

You should wear
socks that lock.

Don't let them be stolen,
your flutes.

*...

We knock.

- She's the brat next door.

*...

Somebody will get them
for nothing, my flutes.

Have you seen it, my Robert?

- Yes.

What's his job?

- Conservatory. 3rd year.

-My darling.

*...

- I'm waiting for him.

-Where?
-Here.

We found the trick.

He'll come as a delivery boy
with a hat

for me to try it out.

It's an old hat of mine.

And I snatched
the accessory box!

We knock.
You see? Told you.

You stay here.
We're both wise.

Enter.

- It's a hat for you.
The delivery man wanted to come up,

but I caught up with him.

- That's fine, thank you.

- Should I give him 10 cents?
- No, he's too stupid!

- So much for that!

- Oh, you shut up!

Where am I going to see him, then?
To see him alone...

- Home.
- He doesn't have a home.

He lives in the hotel.

No women in the rooms,
it's not appropriate.

And here, let's not talk about it.
- Let him move.

- He can't do it.
His family pays.

As for me, I can just about
pay the charity price here.

For charity,
it's charity.

And kiss where?

In cinemas?
In train stations?

It's not about doing it wrong,

just feel
that it's just the two of us.

Without making 12 idiots laugh.

Am I wrong?
- I don't know.

The one I love..,
is Gary Cooper.

- Hello?

Miss Bremen? This is the City.

Hello?

Is that you, Maurice?

A very good one
has arrived.

Northern type, you know? Yes.

Write this down.

Greta Krunner. Room 47.

She comes from Copenhagen.
Her father is an architect.

She comes
to learn drawing.

Slim, very blonde.

I'll know more
later at the restaurant.

But you can give him a call.

See you tonight, punk.

Hello, the center
doesn't answer, ma'am.

- I wasn't
from the hospital?

- No, Mrs. Doctor.

How are you, ma'am?
- I'm very well.

Here. Catch it!

- Thank you, ma'am!

Phone number.

...

...

- Aouh!

Hello?

Yes, Miss Krunner.

Yes, Greta.

But who are you, sir?

In Paris, I have no friends,
I don't know anyone.

Yes.

Yes...

Yes, my father is an architect.

Yes, in Copenhagen.

How did you know
that I've come to learn drawing?

What do you mean, I'm blonde?

This, my studies...

Monsieur,
since you know my father,

may I ask you
a drawing course?

I understand.

So, 8 o'clock this evening, sir.

Will you at least recognize me?

- Hello?

Room 42,
here's the information.

- He'll come
to my place, I tell you.

And if it's not day,
it'll be night.

Hep!

Are you asking for me?
- No, I'm the one who's going to eat.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.
- Oh, no, no, no.

- So you're the ones
from Copenhagen?

- Yes.

Slight hubbub.

- Bonjour, Mlle Véron.
- Hello, Miss Véron.

- Jack of spades. Come on, two.

Your last.

- How difficult
difficult, spelling.

- How can I help you?
I'm a student.

- I'm a typist.

Oh!

It's scary, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

We think it's natural,
where do you work?

- Oh no. My boss is furious.

It's just that..,
he's courting me too.

As long as he hopes,
do you understand?

- Yes.

- But there have already been two.

When they saw
there was nothing they could do,

they ratted me out.

I love a young man in Nancy.

So, as long as
learn something,

it might as well be in her arms.

- Yes, you have to stay free.

Right?

You have to defend yourself.
I'll make you work.

Would you mind
if I put you to work?

- Oh yes!

You're sweet.

- We'll take
an hour every evening.

- Thank you!

My name is Juliette.

Juliette Hermin.

- My name is Alice.

- Do you have brothers?
Sisters?

- I have an eight-year-old brother.
- What's his name?

- Brent.

- Good evening, madame.
- Good evening, my little Hélène.

- That's news,

I'll let her know.
- I'll let her know.

That's good, that's very good.

Brouhaha.

- And your house,
over there, what's it like?

Brouhaha.

- Today's the day. I told you...
he'd come home.

- You think.

- Well, he'll come in!

He'll come in.

Hey, take aim.

She screams.

Hou! Hou!

Hou! Oh, my God!

I hurt myself.

Brouhaha.

...

- Mrs Fargeton!

Mlle Rivier broke her foot.

- Broke your foot? Of course not.

Show me, my child.
- No, Madame! Don't touch!

- Is it that painful?
- Oh, yes, it does.

- Can you
back to your room?

- I don't know.
- Come on.

- I want to see my doctor.
- Of course you do.

A little courage.
- Yes...

Here you go, ma'am. Ouch, ouch.

Ouch! Ouch...
- Courage, my child.

- I want my doctor.
- Of course you do.

- Oh, I can't take it anymore!
I want my own doctor!

My foot's broken.
- No, come on, it's nothing.

- Hou! My foot's broken!

Ouch! What torture!

Ouch! Ouch, my doctor.

- You're about to see.

Odeon 48 84.

If he's there.
- Yes, he's waiting.

- What's he waiting for?

- Customers,
in his office.

- Hello?

Hello?

Oh, that's odd.

I hear:
"And 2 Chambéry fraise, 2!"

His office is in a café?
- No, it's not.

You must be
on two lines, it happens.

I'll talk to her.

Is that you, Doctor?

I was so afraid
I wouldn't find you.

You have to come here.

Right away.
Yes, I fell.

I've probably broken my foot.

Thank you, Doctor. Thank you, Doctor.

- You didn't
where you were.

- He knows my address.

- Really?

- I have to say, it's being sent to me
here right away!

- Yes.
- You know, it hurts...

- I can see that, dear.

She plays false.

...

Shots.

...

She tunes the violin.

- Can't we sleep
sleep anymore?

- Asleep? At half past 11?

- Half past 11?
Is it half past 11?

Oh, oh, oh!

I guess you could say I missed it.
- Missed what?

- My drawing class,
for the 5th time!

Oh no, that face!

Scary!

This language...

- If this is how you study

the drawing!

- If only that were the way
you studied the violin...

Wouldn't you like
to learn drawing instead?

I've got everything you need,
I'll give it to you cheap.

Here, for your violin.
- You don't want to draw anymore?

- Oh yes, but I want to live!

Live first, live!

Living. Then draw.

Ringing.

This is for me!
- My bow!

...

- Hello, Greta?

This is for you.

- Yes.

Tonight?

Oh, I don't feel like having fun.

Because I'm grieving.

No. You wouldn't understand,
you're too rich.

No, no, I'm telling you, no.

3 500,
as you can see, it's ridiculous.

Oh, my friend, I'm very moved.

Very moved.

See you tonight.

See you tonight.

Ah!

We knock.

- Come in!

Where's my doctor?

- Doctor Aubry:
an excellent doctor

who has the advantage
of living in our house.

- I asked for my doctor.
-Yes, you did.

He came.
-I didn't see him.

- No, but I've seen it.
Don't you think it's a little

young?

- No.

- A doctor at 20,
not the miracle doctor,

it's the prodigy doctor!

- You sent him away?
-To his studies, yes.

He may be a great doctor,

but it's not finished growing!

I entrust her to you, Gabrielle.

- Let's have a look at that foot.
- Here it is, look!

- I see, a tiny sprain.
- Go snitch.

- What about professional secrecy?

We'll have to find something else.

- I'll figure it out.

- I'm afraid so.

- In yesterday's dictation,
there were 8 mistakes, Juliette.

- 8 ? !
- Never mind.

We'll work
after dinner.

Today..,
I'm going to dictate some verses.

- Yes, I'm listening.

- My child...

my sister...

my sister...

dream

to softness...

softness...

to go...

over there...

over there...

- Oh! I wanted
to ask you something.

- What?

- This young man from Nancy
I told you about. He wrote to me

day before yesterday
to ask me to marry her.

And I wrote
a letter of reply.

I say yes,
without seeming to.

- What's up?

- I'd like you to read it.

Spelling, always.

- Don't send this.
I'll correct it tonight.

- Thank you.

- Not tonight. Tomorrow night.

- I'd rather

tonight.
-Let's keep working.

To go there...

to live...

together.

- Who are you going out with tonight?

- With Ray, the American man.
- Wealthy?

- Sounds like it. Just the
the diamond on his finger...

-Is it the 1st time with him?
-No, it's not.

But this is
the 1st time he's taken me

in his Claridge's apartment.

- Maurice wants to see you.
- How about tonight?

- Or tomorrow. He's annoyed,

he needs 4,000 F.
- Oh, I don't have it.

- The night is still young.

Me, eh,
I gave you the commission.

- You didn't
choose the most difficult.

...

American accent.
-Chauffeur, Claridge's.

...

-Hey ! What the devil ? !

You little scoundrel
stealin' my money ?

Wait a minute.
Don't move or I shoot !

- Come on, sir. Please, sir,
I beg you.

-Oh, shut up!

- I didn't take anything.
It's the 1st time,

I didn't take anything!
-Hello?

Send me
the hotel detective,

the police, yes.
-Sir, please.

I swear, I didn't take anything!

No !

No, not the police!

We knock.

-Come in.
Come in !

- No!

No.

-Come inside!
-No, no, no!

- What are you waiting for?
- Waiting.

- You're making
looking at me!

- I'm not looking at you.

- There's nothing uglier, you know.

- Well, little one?
What a game!

- I'm too ugly. Someday..,
I'm going to gouge my own eyes out.

Call me ugly.
- What's next?

- I'll kill myself.

- No.

At your age, it's the pretty ones
the pretty ones who kill themselves. Not the ones

a man doesn't love yet,

but those
a man no longer loves.

- I'm willing to die

to be loved.
-You will be.

There'll be one.

There's always some.

Obviously, you won't choose.

We choose ourselves

so well.

The longer you
you look at a pretty one,

the prettier she looks.

The more you look at an ugly one,

the less it is!

It makes you laugh, doesn't it!

Come on, don't cry.

You'll have your sorrows

of love.

Brouhaha.

...

...

-Mlle Rivier?

- Yes?

- Have you seen this impresario?

- Yes, this morning.
- He's young, but very good.

- I saw it right away.

-Tell me all about it.
-I'm in a hurry.

- I'm off in 30 minutes.
- I'll be there.

-At the pool.
-Yes.

- Hello, Maurice? Is that you, Maurice?

Where's Greta?
She didn't come home this morning.

Holy...

So what? Jail?

The deposit?

Was she released?

You've been to see the American.

You made him
withdraw his complaint.

Did he compensate her?

So, do you have the 3 tickets?

Yes, I'll wait for her.
She'll be back soon.

- Lucie?

Lucie!
-Yes?

- Come and see, quick!

- Can't you sunbathe in peace
sunbathing in peace?

- It's all about the star!

Look at that. See that?

- What do I see?
It's like the other one.

- Ah, you think so? Have a look.

Here, I'm last
and here I am

the first.

You don't realize, do you?

Leader!
I'm the 1st of the 12!

Doesn't it amaze you? What's
are you laughing at?

- If you enter 1st,
you'll get out of 1st too!

I don't see the benefit.
- Well...

You'll see.
One day, I won't go out,

they won't let me out!

Hurry up,
we're going to change the program!

Here.

- What about your Robert?
Has he seen your poster?

- No.

He'll see her tonight.

-At the station?
-No, here.

-So, it takes you back!
-It's never left me.

I told you he'd come,
he'll come and he'll come again!

Brouhaha.

...

- But you're making me drink!

- Use your charms!

- I don't want to learn anymore!
- You don't want to?

- I want to go out.

- Well, get out. Out the back!

...

- My God, my letter!

- What letter?
- To the young man, you know.

If you've corrected it, I'll have to
send it quickly. He said so,

if I don't answer,
it means no.

- I corrected it
and posted it myself.

- Thank you!

I owe you a stamp!

Slight hubbub.

...

- My dear boy, you're ill!
- Ah, I'm fine.

Leave me alone, please.
- But you're shivering.

You've got a horse fever!
- I'm not sick.

Leave me alone, please.
- You're going to bed right now.

Ladies? You there.

Take
your friend to his room.

Put her to bed right away.
No food or light, right?

I'll come
to see you later.

It'll be all right, dear.
Come on, drive her.

- What's wrong with the poor thing?
- We don't know.

The doctor said to put her to bed.

Brouhaha.

...

- So, tell me about it.
How did it go with the impresario?

- Oh yes!

I quickly saw
who I was dealing with.

- Ah?
- Of course.

- You know, he'll push you.
- Will he?

Yes, pushing counts.
- Dame!

- Well then, let's push!

- Ah!

Laughter.

...

Stay here, don't move.
I'll get my key.

Mouse.

Look down.

Hide your feet.
- Where are they?

- I don't know, they're all you can see.

Wait, I'll put you away.

Here. Look at the picture.

Nose to the grindstone. Be right back.

Quickly, miss, my key.

- Do you mind, miss?

May I, mademoiselle?
- Yes, monsieur. Pardon, madame.

- Quickly, miss! Thank you for your time.

Good evening, madame.
- Good evening, my child.

- Suzanne. Mme Fargeton,

our manager.

Our dear director.

Suzanne Rivier,
my first cousin.

- Very nice.

- She arrives from Rouen.

To work, in Paris.
- Ah? What do you do?

- Well, I...

I'm a small hand.

- Really?

- I wanted to show him
how comfortable we were here,

and quiet.
And because I had a nice room.

- Show him
anything you like.

- Thank you, ma'am.

-Tell me, little one!
-Damn.

Madam?

- To amuse your cousin,
lend her

a bathing suit

and take her to the pool.
-Yes, ma'am, good idea.

- I'm not afraid of water. I'm afraid of the water.
- Which would be very nice,

is to allow us
to dine together

in my room.
- Of course, dear.

What's that? Aren't you going
to your theater tonight?

- We set up the sets.

- Ah, here we are.

Well..,

run away!
-Yes, ma'am.

- Nice cousin.

But it doesn't work very well!

- You mustn't be cold,
in the kitchen.

- No, with this heatwave.
- Such heat!

A cold consommé. Iced.
- Terrible for the stomach.

- Good. As for the doctor.
- A cold consommé.

- You, then!

She sighs.
Lightning and no storm.

It's to die for.

She's a little
medical student.

I know his family.

- Alice,
do you want half my pear?

- If you like, yes.

- Oh, you're still working.

- I'm poor
and I want to remain free.

- You know, the young man
who wants to marry me,

the one to whom
you sent the letter.

- What about him?
-He has a brother,

teacher at Dijon high school.
-What do you think?

- It's a husband
like him.

- I don't need a husband.
- You'll get married someday.

- Why should I?
- You're so beautiful!

If I were a man,
I would love you!

- Shut up, you idiot!

I beg your pardon.

I'm learning
something difficult.

- Well... I just don't dare
to tell you what I've done.

- What you did?
- To have you closer to me.

- What did you do?

- Miss Turot, who had
the room next to me, has left.

So I asked
permission from Madame Fargeton,

and I transferred
all your stuff!

- The room next to you?

-I said that
I was asking on your behalf.

- You could have asked me

before.

- Well, you know,
it's good to see you so happy.

- My joy...

Drink your coffee

and let me read.

I'm in a bad mood.

- But... I'm still
your best friend?

- Yes.

- So long live France

and French fries!
-Juliette,

don't be vulgar.

-HELLO!

Intense hubbub.

...

-Mrs Fargeton, we've come
come to say goodbye,

"to thank you
and bring you these flowers.

"We've been so happy

"that it will be the most beautiful memory
of our lives as young girls.

"We will
always grateful

"to the Cité Fémina
who protected us so well."

Cheers.

- You surprised me!

-Congratulations!
-My dear little ones!

...
-Mrs. Doctor!

You must come and see Greta,
she's very bad, I'm afraid.

- I'll be right there.
Stay close to her.

- Angels.

An aviary of angels.

- Women, Joceline.
An aviary of women.

- Ah! Where are you going?

- Mend one of your angels.

- Oh well, you know,
I shouldn't have sewn it.

A knock.
Hide there! Stay put.

Come in!

Ah, it's you. Oh, thank you. Thank you.

- Shall I put it on the table?
- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- I'm not staying like this!

- If I want to. I'm not a
a dresser, but an artist.

You can take care of yourself.
Let's go, come on! I'll set the table.

There's a step, darling.

She hums.

Tear.
-Oh!

-Did you hear
that wrenching sound?

- If you don't know how to take a dress off...
-My last one, I was 4!

Your pajamas are too small.

- Get down on your knees!

-Damn!

- Now what?

-I'm bleeding.
-I've got a vein!

- I win. I'm ridiculous.

- To die for, my love.

Sit here.
- No, not yet.

Let me look at your room.

Your little bed.

Do you love me?
- That's irrelevant.

Yes, I love you.
Come and see my poster.

Check it out.
I'm leading the girls.

The first.

- And you're still talking to me!

Your wardrobe!

- My hats.

My dresses.
- We'll be so rich one day!

- That I'll have
a garage for my dresses!

- Give me a kiss.

- No.

You swore you'd come here.
- Yes, I did.

- If only
you didn't ask...

- Claire!

- My beloved.

My little penny-wise beloved.

Let's not do anything wrong, shall we?

- So, let's say I'm hungry.

- Thank you.

- A flash of heat, darling.

- To light a star,
always.

- Alice?

Hey!

Alice?!

You're here, I can smell
your cigarette under the door.

- I'm working.

What's on your mind?
-You're giving me dictation,

tonight?

- Not tonight, no.

- You love it,

your new room?
-Yes, it is.

Well, I don't care.

-If you were chic,

you would come
finish your cigarette here,

at the foot of my bed.

Hey!

Hey!

Alice!

- Oh, shut up, shut up.

You're stopping me from reading.

Are you going to sleep?

- All right!

You're a camel!

Good evening!

She moans.

...

- I didn't want to steal anything, sir.

It's the 1st time, you hear?
The 1st time.

...

She coughs.

No... No! Not the police!

You're hurting my fingers.

No! No!

I won't stand up straight.

Not that light!
Not the picture!

- No, I don't think so.

- But what if I die?
- Idiot!

I defend you, even to laugh.
- I won't laugh if I die?

- What do you want to die of?
- Everything.

- All right, then,

I'll die too.
And we'll go to heaven.

- So they say!
- Oh, shut up.

In eight months,
I'll be your wife.

More than your wife, I'll be...

I'll be you.

You'll be me.

You'll have finished your conservatory,

Life will be ours,
love, glory, fortune!

You'll be recognized, I'll be famous.

Darling, hold me tight.

- As long as I can?
- Just about.

It's so good

to be here together.
- Claire...

Your shoulders.

- They're thin.

- Like wings.

- Are you happy?

- I can't remember.

- I don't want you
you to be unhappy.

- Claire, I swear!

- You didn't have to.

...

- I'm going to have
a little tailor.

- Me too.

- Both together!

- Do you want the same one?
We'll look like 2 sisters.

- We're 2 sisters.
- Yes, darling.

We'll have them made turquoise.
- Oh yes, we will!

Turquoise blue, you want?

- Turquoise green, baby.
- No, turquoise blue.

- No, turquoise green.

- Well, blue-green.

- No, green-blue.

- Turquoise blue!
- Turquoise green!

- Is this one green?

Brouhaha.

...

-I don't really care.

I'm giving you
Maurice's commission.

Just because
you had a problem

to let it go.

After all, he's the one
who bailed you out.

If he hadn't
explain himself to the American,

if he hadn't... intimidated him,

you might
perhaps still in the bath.

Maurice was chic.

So, if now you've
started seeing friends again,

to go out as before...

Because he knows everything, Maurice.

You're going out
with old Lord Carringdale.

He's a little doddery,
a little yellowish.

Well, everything from the omelette drool.

- Enough is enough!

I forbid you
to insult my fiancé.

- Your what?

- Since last night,
Lord Carringdale is my fiancé.

- It goes like this.
- The 1st banns will be published

tomorrow morning. Harold's in a hurry.
- You'd think! At 83...

- 86. He smells bad,
he's deaf, his eyes are running,

I'll be Lady Carringdale,
I'll have an income of 5 million,

a castle in Yorkshire,
one in Vienna

and the ermine coat.

- Gutter ermine.

- Lord Carringdale is not unaware
that I live wise and disciplined

in a house
for young girls.

He's very grateful.

- So you're giving up
Maurice?

- I don't know who you mean.
- He'll refresh your memory.

- From now on, I'm only going out
with an armed detective.

- There's the post office, the telephone.

- Lord Carringdale's 1st secretary
Lord Carringdale receives mail

and calls.
He's a man who likes me.

- It was me
and Maurice who...

- Don't worry,
I'll never forget it!

Go away.

Spit.

Go away!

Happy hubbub.
-Pull! Pull harder!

...

- So what, Claire, no?

- You don't play anymore,
Miss Rivier?

- No, no, I'm going to work.

...

- Good morning!

- Good afternoon.

You're not working
today?

- No, it's not. So as not to put
anyone out of a job,

the house reduced
everyone's hours.

I'm on standby.

- Oh... But then,
you make less money.

- Lady, yes.
-It's disgusting,

what we do to you.
-Yes.

- I know a place
where you could make your 2,000 F

a month.
-As a typist?

- As secretary.

Great guy.

And wide.

And serious.

But you must swear
to tell no one.

I can't do this

for everyone.
- I swear to God. You're very kind.

- Tonight at 8 o'clock,

call my switchboard,
we'll go and see him

both of you.
You'll dress nicely.

He pays attention to appearances.

- Is he a decent man?

- Yes. Even if he keeps you
for dinner, I'll be with you.

- Why would he keep me

for dinner?
-To find out.

For 2,000 francs a month,
he doesn't want just anyone.

- That's right.

And then you'll be there,
if I screw up,

you'll nudge me.

Alice?

I found a place,
I've found a place!

I found a...

place!

Ah!

- Now, listen carefully,
Maurice, so I can explain.

With this one,
we'll have to sneak in.

- With you, Miss Coudart,
it's the bouquet.

You haven't paid
for 3 months!

- I've tried, ma'am.
- Yes. Tried.

not to pay a 4th month.

You have a new blouse.

- My new blouse, madame,

it's an old skirt.

- And you, Miss Matouvre?

It's only been 2 months.

But it's a beginning.

- I can't find any work,

madame.
-And you, Miss Pijac?

-I've been ill.

- Sick? Well done!

When you don't pay your pension,

that's all we deserve.

You have what's left for me to do..,

all three of them?

Oh no! No tears!

I knew how to cry before you did.

It's my duty
is to kick you out,

all three.

And my right
is to guard your trunks.

Well, I'll keep your trunks.

And you with it!

I'm going to
the commissary for you,

on my own money.

I'll do without wine and tobacco.

Because I have an idea
that you'll send

in a month, I'll find this

even better.

Go away.

Go away!

No, you don't! No, no sentiment.

Come on, come on.

Outside.

Ah, it's you!

What do you want?

Move, you numpty!

- I want to leave,
Mrs Fargeton, to go and live

elsewhere.
-What are you singing?

- I'll go to a small hotel,
near the faculty.

- Where you'll pay more.

- I'll do without transport.

I don't spend anything.
-Are you sick here?

- Perhaps.

-What are you missing?

- It's something else.
I can't tell you.

- Don't you want to?

- I have a reason.

A great reason.

-And this reason,
did you give it to your parents?

- To no one.

- So...

- We're free to leave here,
this isn't a convent!

- Exactly.
For everyone except you.

Your father is my friend,
he entrusted you to me.

Tell me why, I'll be the judge.

Can't you give it to me?

Well, little one,
you will write to your father

and show me the answer.

- I won't write to my father.

- I can imagine.

You big beast!
What do you take me for?

You think I haven't guessed?

A love affair, a Prince Charming.

- No.

- Keep your secret, then.

Then run away,
I have to work.

Give me a kiss.

The little mastiff! She forgets
that I was born before her.

- No matter how old she got,
I would have let her go.

- How about that!

- Leave it.

You're so good, so good,

it's okay to be a little silly.

- What?

- Hello, miss.
- Good afternoon.

- Your cousin is in her room.
- Thank you for your time.

- You mustn't be hot.
- I'm not that fragile.

- My dress? I made it myself.

- When you make her look this good...
- And the money?

- We're winning. Trust me on that.

- But tell me...
- Yes?

- This gentleman, my future boss,
he'll think I'm very shy.

- But it's very sweet,
to be shy.

We knock.

- Enter.

Is that you?
- Yes, hello.

- But you're blue!
- I can't get used to muslin.

- Come close to me.

Your shoes.

- Here.

- How are you?
- I'm fine.

- So, listen, kiddo.

- I'm listening, cutie.

- My darling.

My love.

We're going to have a baby.

When I say "we",
especially me!

- Claire,

listen to me.
- I'm listening, but don't talk.

- First of all, in 3 weeks,
we'll be married.

- No, darling. You'll have to
to tell my guardian.

He would lock me up
until I came of age.

- Even if I smashed his face in?

- He lifts
a cart with his hands.

- I see.

- We'll wait, Robert.

Now is the time
we can wait.

I'll be dancing
for a few more weeks.

I'm going to stay here
as long as possible,

it's cheap.
We'll have a good scratch, you and me.

Every penny...
- I won't smoke anymore.

- And then,
there's a good God,

he'll manage.

Darling.

Put me to sleep.

A clock strikes twelve.

...

- So,
aren't we going to bed tonight?

...

-Juliette?

Juliette?

Juliette?

...

Ringing.

- Hello?

- Reception?

Did you see Miss Hermin come out?

At 8 a.m.?

With the operator.

Thank you.

...

- Thank you.

- Good night.

- Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

- Robert, it's on fire!
- What's on?

An atmosphere of panic.

...

- Georgette!
The house is on fire.

...
...

- Fire department, quick!
- You're crazy.

It's nothing, my children!

Fetch me
2 or 3 buckets of water from the pool.

Brouhaha.

...
...

- Gabrielle!

A man!

One... !
- Hush.

Send the little one to her room.

You wait here, "mademoiselle".

I'll see you out later.

-Madam!

Madam!

There's that too.
General burst of laughter.

- Go to bed.

Everyone go back to bed!

You too, Mlle Rivier.

I'll expect you
tomorrow at 10 a.m. in my office.

- All that's left
half a fruit grape.

Will you work it out?
- YES...

- Thank you.

- Take it, darling.
I don't feel like it.

- No, you ordered it first.

- It'll make you happier!

- You're sweet. Eat it.

- You, my jewel.
- Will you obey me?

- I know you want to.
- Take it for yourself, honey.

- Take for yourself.
- Oh!

Hubbub, laughter.

...

-Contravening our regulations

the most appalling,
the most impudent!

Finally, the case par excellence
of immediate dismissal,

high and short deflection.

Personally, my boy,
I'm sorry to have to crack down.

But I felt
I had to call an urgent meeting

these ladies of the committee
to whom the decision belongs

as much as to me.

Do you have anything to say
in your defense?

I obviously don't know
what.

-We could
let Mlle Rivier go

spontaneously.

- I don't have enough money
to go anywhere else.

-You should have thought of it sooner.

Before taking

a serious
for this little girl,

would you
a few questions?

- How long had
this infamy lasted?

- I think it was the 1st time.

- Mlle Rivier
is a dancer?

Right?

- Choreographic artist.

-Where did you pick up

this young man?

- He's my fiancé, ma'am.
-If all fiancés

were leaving the same way... Hi, hi, hi!
- Ladies, please!

Let's not torment the little one.

Doesn't anyone have anything more to say?

-Of course, Clotilde. I do.

I don't approve
this little turkey,

this lover

small turkey.

What do you think?

May all who enter here
cease to be women?

Naive?

And fragile?

Rest assured,
you're saving most of them,

and your work is magnificent.

But when love
finds the door closed,

he enters through the windows.
Believe me, in this house,

in this admirable refuge,

with these 150 girls
aged 20 to 30,

but it's all love!

Hope of love,
fear of love.

Or waiting for love.

In each of these 200 rooms.

Probably only one
only one man entered

in the Cité Fémina,
but it would take

a whole day

to count one by one
the desired ghosts and shadows

who populate
this house of wisdom.

Not to mention
of all those who lie in wait

and prowl around her.

So...

perhaps it's not
the weakest one to send back.

- It's okay, Gabrielle.

The mistake is made,
but the scandal is avoided.

I take it upon myself
to close my eyes this time.

To reopen them

even more so.

You're forgiven.

Not only because
doctor Aubry has taken

your defense, but above all

because today we are celebrating
the 1st official engagement

of one of the young girls
of our beloved home.

And I dare say,
it will be magnificent!

- Wonderful!
- What a delight!

- She'll be one of Britain's most exquisite
ladies of Great Britain!

And she'll be made to feel right at home
at the Court of England!

- He's a billionaire.
- Yes, but a centenarian.

Just a moment.

So she wouldn't see him anymore,

poor thing!

-She's charming! Gabrielle!

Gabrielle! Come quickly

drink to our little
Lady Carringdale.

Brouhaha.

...

- I'd rather have two pennies
fries and a handsome boy!

...

Splashes.

- Juliette!

Juliette!

She bursts into tears.

...

- I didn't know...

They made me drink champagne.

And she left me alone with them.

- Who, "she"?

- Hélène,

the operator.

- Hélène...

...

Hélène!

...

...

- Do you have
something for me?

-No, Miss Courtat.
-Take a good look.

You've got some mail there.

- Mail to be forwarded,

mademoiselle.

- It can't be.

Juliette has been gone
a month ago, she wrote to me,

I'm sure of it.
-I just don't know.

I have nothing.

- I have things for her,
to send back to her.

You don't have an address
where to forward

his mail?
-I told you, no,

mademoiselle.
-It's true, it's true.

Thank you.

-Hey, Maria!

Be so kind as to bring me
a cup of chocolate,

I have to stay

at my post.
-Understood.

Happy hubbub.

...

...

- Here's your book.
- Thank you for your time.

- Are you knitting now?
- Yes, I'm...

- You don't knit
with your legs?

- Now, four legs!

Lucie, give me that!
- But...

But it's a...

- Yes.

- Claire... Oh!

Oh, my little Claire,
my little darling...

- Well, that's that.

- Oh, my God!

When?

- Three months from now.

- But you stayed so...

- It won't weigh much.

- Oh... Honey...

- But he'll marry me, you know.

Lucie...
- My God, does it hurt?

- No, but listen to me.

It's a secret.
It's just you and Robert.

It's a great secret!
- You'd think!

- You must swear to me that to no one,
to anyone in the world...

- I swear to you.
Cross my heart,

if I lie, I'm going to hell.
- It's more than a secret.

- I'll be a tomb.

Happy hubbub.

...

Listen, Suzanne.

You're going to swear,
but then swear to me...

Inaudible.

Brouhaha.

...

- Good afternoon.

-Good afternoon.

- Irene!

If you swear
not to repeat it...

- I swear.

She's typing.

...

My children! If you swear
not to repeat anything...

...

- Shall we tell Marguerite?
- Yes.

- She must be at the restaurant.

...

- I have something
to say to Madeleine.

Brouhaha.

...

- Who it's for,

chocolate?

-For the operator,
she can't leave.

- Mademoiselle,
give me a cup of tea, quickly.

I take it to my room,

I have to work.
- Yes, miss.

Your tea, mademoiselle.
- Thank you for your tea.

- Oh, sorry, ma'am.

- Oh, pardon, madame!

- What's wrong with
today?

They can't stand still.
Hey, you there!

Where are you running to?

What's all this,
all these low masses?

- Nothing, ma'am.

They say the lake
in the Bois de Boulogne is frozen over!

- They're crazy.

- Jeanne, wait!

Don't dive,
I've got a secret to tell you.

A big secret. Come here.

-Marie! Marie! Marie!

Listen up!

Above all, don't repeat it to anyone.

-Beloved,

"no one here,

"doesn't know

"our secret

"magnificent."

...

- Thank you.

- Hello, Miss Greta.

- Lady Carringdale
is my name from tomorrow.

- I'm so sorry. What can I do for you
Lady Carringdale?

- Take my next address.

Lady Carringdale,

2, Avenue Foch.

2, Avenue Foch.

Brouhaha.

...

Aaah!

-Madame Fargeton!

Madame Fargeton! Quickly, quickly!
Warn Madame Fargeton!

- Maurice...

Maurice...

Maurice...

Maurice...

Maurice...

...

- The yacht takes us back to Capri.

Then off to Alexandria,

by Cyprus.

- You're a lucky man.

- Right?

- How he must love you!

- Yes.

...

- Maybe, one day,

will I give account
to God's justice

to have deceived
the justice of men,

and to have made

what I did
for the burial permit.

The registrar's office
relied on my diagnosis.

Lightning cerebral hemorrhage.

Denouncing you wouldn't have
resurrect the unfortunate woman.

But you're 19!

19 years old, miserable.

Miserable child.

- You had to turn me in.

Nothing's mine anymore.

- Is nothing more to you?

That's fine,
because you're leaving the day after tomorrow.

We asked,
to my department at Laennec,

a volunteer nurse,

to apply
to the patients of the leprosarium

from the island of Toubouaï, in Oceania,

the new serum
serum.

You were studying
medical studies?

- Yes.

- You will report tomorrow
at 10 a.m. at my Laennec ward.

- Yes, ma'am.

...

- Oh, say. Go there,

what a dream!

...

...

- PARDON.

...

- Good afternoon, madame.
- Good day to you.

...

- Enter.

- Oh, Madam Doctor!

We've got to get there fast!

- What now? Sick?
- Yes! Uh, no...

Yes, it does. Oh, it looks like it!

- Well?

- Come in.

- Oh, my little sh...
my little girl!

Come on, kid, cheer up!

- Ladies?

Ladies, where are you?

...

Brouhaha.

- Oh, the director!

Vagaries.

...

- Later.
Go to your office,

I'll come and explain.
- But it's a...

- What's wrong? You won't die,
neither will she!

...

- Gabrielle!

...

...
Oh!

...

Oh!

Happy news for the committee!

We knock.

Enter.

Ah, it's you!

But what are you wearing?

Isn't today
your wedding day?

- Not today
nor ever, madame.

- Or ever!

What a day!

What else am I
learn?

What's the matter with you?
-I'm 20, ma'am.

- Really? Well?

- I don't want
a castle or a yacht,

I don't want
necklaces or bracelets.

- What do you want?

- I want...

a man.

- A what?

- One man, one day.

I think I need
start all over again.

- Start all over again?

And...

There's a lot to start over?

- I returned
jewelry and furs,

money,

I have nothing left.

I want to work.
Do you still want me here?

- Unfortunately,
I no longer have a room.

And...

I miss him...

a waitress.

Take a seat, please.

- Thank you, ma'am.

Vagaries.

-Madame.

- Yes, dear?

- Nobody knows, at least?

- But no, but no.

- We'd be so mean, maybe.

A knock.
It's Lucie!

- Oh!
Oh, no... Just the three of you.

Come on.

Brouhaha.

- But...

how do you s... ?

Is that for me?

Is all this for me?

Is this for us?

Oh... Lucie.

Oh, how nice you are.

I feel like crying.

You're very kind.

Brouhaha.

...

- Little wretch.

You little wretch!

Little... !

Soft music.

...

Small...

Small.

...

- First of all, you have nothing to say.

- What's that?
- It's a girl.

- Hello, sir? Sir?

It's a girl, sir!

- And since
today is June 20,

the 1st anniversary
of our beloved Cité Fémina,

and the Legion of Honor

of our dear doctor Aubry...

I thought so a year ago,

that my job was to lock angels
angels in a fortress.

Laughter.

I was,
as a friend of mine used to say,

very good,

but still a bit stupid!

- OH!

- So I made a resolution,

not to change...

Laughter.

Since you don't either,

girls,

young ladies that you are...
Upbeat music.

you won't change...
...

ever!
...

...

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