All language subtitles for Jenny 1936

- Darling!
- Please leave me alone!

- Listen, Danny, you know
how much I love you.

- Why don't you just say it like it is:
"Danny, I don't love you anymore."

"In fact I never loved you."
- That's what you ought to say.

- You're mad. It's not my fault, it's
because of my friends and family!

- They weren't opposed to...

...our engagement.
- They have done some inquiries in Paris.

And the facts were bad.

- Ah!
- What are your parents doing?

- I told you, my dad is dead.
Mom is in real estate but I haven't

seen her in six years.
- Is she the one sending you money?

- Stop counting numbers.
It's ridiculous.

Obviously this is about the difference
in our financial status.

It's sad and absurd.

- You don't understand. It's not like that.
- What then?

- This concerns things that
you will understand later.

- I understand it right now.

You are like all other people,
you think you love and you say:

..."I love you".
Because you feel like doing so.

- Danny!

- I had a feeling it would end
like this.

I don't want to see you ever again.

Tomorrow I will have left London.
- You're leaving?

- Maybe rather the day
after tomorrow.

Go!

Don't stay to see me cry.

Because I won't be crying.

(A man sings a song of love)

....

- I simply want to say
how much I love you.

I can't hide
my desire, my burning desire.

'Cause that's true happiness,

...the joy that nothing can kill.

Often lovers think...

...that they should hide
their true feelings.

And they have to go through
a thousand tortures.

I don't envy them
their tortures.

Thank you.

I have come to tell you...

...that I love you.

And you will repeat once more
and forever my song of love.

(Knock on door)
- Enter.

- What is it?
- A telegram from London.

It was sent to rue Spontini
Mme Vraque brought it over.

- It's from my daughter.

She's coming.

- It's been a long time since you
saw her last?

- 6 years! She's been
touring England, America.

She's a famous pianist.

Serious girl.
- Well, some have to be that too.

....

- Mom!
- Darling, how you have grown!

Incredible.
- One changes during 6 years.

- Are you happy?
- Yes.

- What made you do the travel?
- I'll tell you when we get home.

You seem tired.
- A bit from travelling.

- Let me take that.
- No!

- Give me your coat, then.
Come!

20 rue Escudier at Boulogne.

- But your address used to
be rue Spontini?

- I moved two years ago.
I chose a place that was more quiet.

- Then how did you get
my letters?

- They were forwarded to me, sweetheart!
- Oh!

To bad, rue Spontini
was very nice.

....

-No, not like that!

-Hello Florence, is Mme Jenny there?
-Not yet.

-And Mme Vraque?
-She is in her office.

-Hello Benoît.
-Hi.

She's still with Lucien?
-More than ever.

-What's up with her?
-Who knows?

-She doesn't realize?
-She's even buying him a new car.

-And everything is working
well here?

-So and so.

-I'll have to take charge and
create some order here.

It's not serious, the way
the place is run.

And the club had such
a good start!

(knock on door)
-Yes.

-A costumer wants to
see Mme Jenny.

-I'll go.
Do you mind?

Can I help you?

-Mme Jenny is not in?
-That's right, I'm acting in her place.

-I am planning to come here tonight
and I would like to reserve a table.

-That can be easily done.
-It's a bit delicate.

You see, I'm supposed to
meet someone.

I already know Mme Jenny,
when will she be back?

-Not until tonight.
-That's unfortunate!

-I'm sorry.

-Don't be. My respects.
-Goodbye, dear sir.

I hope we'll see you here again.
-Certainly.

-Jenny's an extraordinary lady, too bad
she's heading the wrong direction.

Life is like mayonnaise,
you shouldn't miss out on it.

-Certainly.

-The champagne isn't here yet.
-Mme Jenny takes care of that.

-We have to wait for her
to show up?

-She is taking a wrong turn!

A wrong turn, I tell ya!

-Oh, vaguely!
If I had known that it mattered

to you, I would certainly
have made the trip to London.

-It wouldn't have made much
difference anyway, you know.

-Well, you know, the lack of
information was an obstacle.

Or maybe an excuse, rather.

People can say what they want, but
your father was a distinguished man.

I'm not a millionaire,
but I have a job to go to.

I even work very hard.

-It's better that it came out this way.
-Maybe you're right.

Don't be sad.

-I'm not sad,
it's forgotten.

I'm looking at your room and
I find it very nice.

And what a large bed!

-I adore large beds.

One sleeps better in them.

-You're the one who's looking sad!
-Me!

-We have the same smile.
I take after you.

-No.

-Does that bother you?
-What are you saying!

What would you like to do?

-What I'd like to do?
-What would you like to do in life?

-Everything seems interesting to me,
but I have so little experience.

-Let's go to the theatre.

-Paris by night! In London one
talks a lot about that.

-But at night I seldom have time.
I work at night.

But I'll manage somehow.

-Tell me!
-Yes.

-Why didn't you stick to real estate?
That was easier on you.

-I earn more doing this.

-This place of yours, is it
a kind of restaurant with live music?

-That's right!
-You'll take me there?

-It's a restaurant
like any other.

And also, I am associated partner.
In business, these are delicate matters.

I have to make a call.

Hello, Hotel des Glycines?
Mr Lucien Dancret, please.

Ah!

He didn't say when he'll
be back?

It's Mme Gauthier calling.

-Well, don't tell him that
I called.

It's ready?
-Yes. You're not dressing here?

-From now on I'll be doing it there.
-Everything is prepared.

-Thank you Paulette.

You see Danielle, I manage.

If you want to read there are plenty
of books and there's also a radio.

Or else, ask Paulette. She's kind.
-When will you be back?

-Late, so don't wait up for me!

Bye, darling.
-Bye.

-Good evening, my lovely.

Thank you.

-Good evening.
-Good evening, Madame.

-Paulette!
-Yes?

-How long have you been working here?
-Only a couple of days.

Your mother didn't live
here before then.

-Thank you.

....

-Tell Jenny that I'm
waiting for her at the office.

-Okay.

-Do you mind?

Let's get back where we ended!
-Yes, let's.

As strange as it may seem,
I really am a dreamer.

So I am hoping....
-Hoping what?

-Well, uh, for a meeting....

-Well, well!
-Don't put it like that!

You're supposed to be a good fairy
when it comes to arranging such matters.

-And you, you're a monster.
-A monster?

-You had a charming girlfriend.
-Yes, but she was too expensive.

Jewels! Furs!

-I see, you need someone
more disinterested.

-Exactly!

-Good evening. Jenny,
you're expected at the office.

-I'm coming.
Well, I'll have to excuse myself.

I'll be back.

-On one condition, think about
what I just said.

-Well, I'd even say that that's
what I am here for.

....

-I always paid you correctly.
-You paid me correctly?

You owe me 50 000 francs.

-Would you have preferred it if I
left the place the way it was?

-The place went very well. Then came
your boyfriend who ignored your past.

Soon your fantasies about him
started to cost a lot of money.

Him costing me: Benoît!
This won't stand much longer.

-Don't talk like that. There are vast
expenses and the ongoing crisis.

You don't know about the crisis,
do you?

-Do you think that I'm a moron?

Do you think that I ignore the
millions of francs that are coming in?

Your little traps bring in a fortune.
-You know how much?

-Yes I do. Nothing here is happening
without me knowing.

-Trust is the word, I see.
-Not any longer!

Not after you started doing
all these mistakes.

It's in your own interest.

I assure you: You are not
being serious.

You are not paying your debts and
there is no champagne to be served.

-Oh, Benoît, what morality!

-When morality leaves the arena,
money is galloping behind!

You're only thinking of
your little runner!

-Benoît, you're talking drivel!

-If this doesn't end, I'll take all back.
You'll have to manage with him.

We'll see afterwards.
-I'm free to do as I please!

-Nobody is free.

You're getting too old for such follies!
You'll have to face facts.

To think that we may in fact
have been made for each other.

Bah! I could have made
you happy, no?

I'm somebody after all. People
greet me. They respect me.

I'm Benoît. That's not just anything.
What does he do, your young man?

He boxes.

He's a crawler. Crawling!
To think they call that swimming!

He's a second class gigolo,
I tell you!

A Swiss cheese, that
can be crushed flat.

So ....

If you want to stick with
a draft of air!

But I warn you,

...the day that turns wrong, I'll get
difficult! And you know how that is.

Good evening, see you tomorrow
for the usual aperitif.

-See you tomorrow.

(singing a blues tune)

....

-All I want in life is to
be loved for being who I am.

-That's rare.

-I am handsome.

-Life is unjust.
-And I am rich.

-Does that count?

-Good evening, Monsieur.
-Good evening.

Mme Jenny, please.
-She's be here soon.

Would you like to have a seat?

-No, I don't like music,
and I don't like dancers.

I don't like noise.

I just want to talk to
that lady.

-This way, please.

-Am I disturbing you?
-Not at all.

-Ravishing!

You are ravishing.

What eyes!

I really like you a lot.
You don't know me.

But I have money, lots of
money. I can give you some.

I like to give where
there is beauty.

Take this. It's for you.
-No, keep it yourself.

-What, you won't accept the money?

You are formidable,
you are magnificent!

It's incredible.
-I'm an artist, Monsieur.

What do you want?

-Artist?

Ah, I'd like to see Mme Jenny,
a remarkable woman.

-She's not there. Would you like to
see Mme Vraque instead?

-No, but would you accept this?

If you see her, tell her that
the Albino was here.

Remember, the Albino.

I'll be back. I like you
a lot, miss.

You are beautiful.

-I like all things fresh.

I love youth.

I'll come back to see you,
miss.

See you soon.

Bye.

-What is it?
-A guest wanted to see Mme Jenny.

A strange guy.

He has left his wallet and
said his name was the Albino.

-What? The Albino came and you
let him go?

You're mad!

-No, I work here as an artist.
-Yes.

So, go and do your number!

She let the Albino go!

-And now, ladies and
gentlemen,

...I have the pleasure of introducing
our charming Miss Florence.

....

-But I insist. And it's my duty
to insist. So I repeat:

There are certain things that
a man shouldn't accept.

-Your new dress suits you very well.
-You're lacking tact, Lucien.

-We don't share the same principles.
-Yes, but we share the same tailor.

-Lucien, I tell you. If I had the money,

...I'd pay my dresses myself, and I would
pay yours. Cause now you're paying mine.

But if I had money, it would have been
earned from real work. You hear?

-You make me want to cry.
Wait for me here.

-Where do you want me to go?
-I don't know. The Salvation Army?

-Life isn't easy.
To keep up, that's what it's all about.

-You said it! To keep up.

-Am I disturbing?

-Not at all!

We're in agreement, then, little lady.
I'll give you a call.

-Between 5 and 7 o'clock.
-That's it.

So?

Are you in a better mood today?

-Well, I was kind of sad.

-What's wrong?
-Nothing.

What is it, Lucien?
-Nothing.

I'm so tired of it all.

Money, money.... Always money!

You agree to lend some dough as a token
from a friend one day and so it goes.

-Are you crazy?

-No, I'm not.

I remember the first day you
put money in my pocket, Jenny!

Oh, it was very discreet,
a pack of cigarettes,

...some bills with it,
and so the story went on.

Now I am intoxicated
and I want it all to stop.

-What's eating you?

If I give you money, that's
because I love you.

You'd have done the same for me.
-Yes, but I don't have any.

-You'd manage somehow!

If I told you: Lucien, I need
you to do something for me!

-Yeah, I'd do something.
-Well, there you see!

-But I have nothing.
When we met, Jenny,

...I wasn't doing that good.

I managed, I didn't earn much,
but I enjoyed it.

While now, I'm doing
nothing at all.

You can't imagine how
bored I am.

Well, I'm as lazy as any
other guy.

But sometimes I have felt happy when
my hands have been smeared with oil.

-That's right: Blame me for having
brought you to the manicurist!

-The manicurist, bah!
-You are constantly making quarrels.

The truth is that you love some
other woman, but won't tell me.

-Women!
-Don't act modest!

You're eye candy for
every woman in town!

Wouldn't be strange if you fell for one.
-You're crazy, Jenny!

I tell that I....
-That you love me, right!

You love me plenty!

-And Florence?

You don't love her?

-Florence!

Are you dreaming?

-I may dream, but I see clearly.

When you're around, she turns
and stammers.

-Do I stammer?
-You're hiding your game too well.

Enough.

Excuse me, I have to
make a call.

-You are excused.

-It's a personal call.

I'd like to be alone!

You too are turning and
stuttering.

But I'm discreet, you know!

-My sweet love!

A moment!

Hello, M. Lucien.

You don't say hello anymore?
-Sorry, how are you?

-Very well.

You don't seem to be doing
too good on the other hand.

-What makes you say so?
-I don't know.

Even your smile is sad.

-Go get Danielle. Oh, its you!
I didn't recognize your voice.

-I'm a bit out of my
element, you know.

Yes, mom, I'm bored.

Terribly bored.

-Tonight we'll go to the Comédie
Française. I have two seats.

I'll pick you up at 7.30 pm.
Would that cheer you up?

It's difficult for me to get
an evening off.

Make yourself pretty!

So long, darling.

-You don't love Jenny.

You don't love me,
you love nobody.

All you love is money.

-Money!

-It's not your fault.

You have full pockets and
an empty heart.

One can't have it all.

-Why do you talk to me this way?
I never did anything to you.

-Exactly.

-Don't feel inconvenient,
you two!

Come with me, I have to do some
shopping, go to my dressmaker,

...and meet Benoît
for the aperitif.

The Dromedary will be there, he's
funny. I enjoy him a lot.

-He disgusts me.
-In any case you won't be staying long.

Do you have your car?
-Yes. And Xavier's in it!

-Him again!
-Yes! He's teaching me good manners.

See you again some day, Florence.

-You see, Benoît, that guy,
I really can't stand him.

If I only see his smile,
it hurts inside.

-May I, Dromedary?
-Of course, my lovely.

-Thanks, honey.

-What has Lucien done to you?
-Nothing, but he ignores me!

He despises me.

The others here make jokes about
my high and pointy back.

But not him. He ignores me.

Oh, and also,

...he's too well shaped.

He should be modified.
You get my drift, Benoît?

Transform him a bit.

I'd also like it if he limped.

That he were one eyed.

-You're making me laugh.

-Look!

There he is, me little favorite.

-I don't want to hang out with
people like that!

I'll go to the bar.
Will you join me?

-Romeo et Juliet!

-A Juliet well past her bloom ....

-Hello, gentlemen.

-So, life is good?
-Life is what it is.
-Well, that's already something!

-Do you mind?
-Not at all!

I don't mind when people touch
my hump.

-Say, Benoît?

Guess who came by
last night?

-I don't like riddles.

The Albino!
-The Albino!

He left his wallet and said that
he would be returning.

-The Albino?

-You wouldn't understand.
Youth today!

What do they learn in school?

-Keep your reflections for yourself.
-Interesting.

When he's around, be sure he'll be
spending. Pays 300 like that for a bottle.

One day, in a club, he met a
young dame, nothing special.

He liked her and bought her the club,
a house, a Rolls and then left.

-What's he doing?
-I dunno. Business.

-He's called the Albino because
he only goes out at night.

And he's also called the Admiral
because he has a yacht.

-He's into steel, cotton, matches....
-Not an easy guy to satisfy.

He mustn't be touched,
as he's very fragile.

He mustn't be looked at,
as he's so ugly.

And you mustn't cry when he's
around, cause he hates tears.

-Nice guy!

-That's not what it's about.

It's about having money and
knowing how to spend it.

-Where are you going?

-To get some fresh air.

-Some people are empoisoned
by that stuff!

-Benoît is right
the open air isn't good for you.

Look, once I was fishing
for eels.

-Nuff of that!

-Oh, let him tell his fables.

-I was saying that I was fishing for
eels, and when the eel is caught

...he can fight all he wants,
but he starts to breathe

and inevitably ends up dead.

The morality of the tale is,
those who live at the bottom

.... they better rest there.

-Ah, you're talking as
if you were a book!

-I don't think much of your stories.

I'll give you an advice,
not a friendly advice, of course.

But a good advice anyway.
If you want to eat eel,

...make sure that you use
a good and solid fork.

Waiter!

How much will it be?
-42 francs.

I guess you're also paying Xavier's bills.
-I won't let you pay.

-I'll wait for you in the car.

-I'll come with you.
-I have things to discuss.

-I told you I'll pay you the sum.
-Saying and doing are not the same.

I'll pass by the club tonight
with the Dromedary.

He's good at counting, you see.
-As you please.

-It's a deal.

-So, are you angry?

-I was right you see, the best
thing would be to let me go.

-I don't want you to go.
What would I do without you?

I couldn't go on living.
-Do you call this living?

-It's not for me only.

It's for the whole establishment.

Jenny must stop her
foolish behavior.

-No, I'm not mad.
I'm quite lucid.

It's a strange disease,
lucidity.

-Come, I'll accompany you.
-No, tonight I can't.

I'm meeting someone.
-Have fun.

-What can you do?
She loves him.

If he had a hump,
she wouldn't.

She would even be disgusted!

Oh, imagine that!
M. Lucien with a hump.

What a good looking
Quasimodo he would make!

We must make that happen.

Think about it, Benoît.

It would be easy,
we'd only have to strike.

What joy would come of it.

-You're jealous!

Are you in love with Jenny?
-No!

I love my dog!
-Your dog?

Do you have a dog!
-No.

I only love that which I have not.

-Have you seen my friend Lucien?
-Yes.

Where is he?
-Gone.

-Without leaving his address.
-Unfortunate.

-Where are you dining tonight,
Marquis?

-Very funny!

We don't have the same way
of seeing things.

-So you're saying you're not hungry?
-Not at all.

-You'll dine with us, then.
-Well actually.... Let me see.

I have no obligations, so I'd
be glad to!

-The acting was very good!
-Almost too good.

Were you bored?
-No, as I were with you I wasn't.

But all these actors with old costumes....
I like what's new and alive.

-Hello, dear Jenny!

Delighted to meet you here.

The performance was charming.
The young lady is charming as well.

Will we get to see her at rue Spontini?
-Sorry, but I'm in a hurry.

-Of course, but we'll meet again soon,
I'll be passing by.

-Who was that?

-Nothing. A guy I was doing
some business with.

-Why did he call you Jenny?

-He must prefer it to Jeanne.

You know, he's a bit fresh,
not well behaved!

-He said rue Spontini!
-That's normal, as he's an old client.

-Ah!
-Ah, look!

Good evening.
-Mme Vraque is here.

-What's she doing?

-She drinks. Had the lights turned off.
-Who's that?

-An old friend.
She's a bit odd.

She's suffering from insomnia and makes
visits at 1 am. You go to bed, darling.

-I'm not sleepy.
-That doesn't matter!

Good night, darling.

I thought I told you not to
let anyone enter here.

Good Lord, it's as if you're
doing it all on purpose.

Nobody has called?

That's probably best.

I told you never to
come here.

Why aren't you at the club?

-I wanted to see you.

Have a calm talk.

Benoît and the Dromedary
often come by.

They spy on you.

Be careful, Jenny!

I too had a friend
that I loved dearly.

He died in a strange way.

During 3 days he was delirious.

He saw giraffes.

He called me grandmother.

It was terrible.

I brought the papers.

Look at the advertising,
it's very well done.

Fine insert cards,
fine advertisement.

-Very well. Now get up!

Come on!

-And your daughter.
-Leave her be.

-I want to see her.
-She's asleep.

You've had enough to drink. Come!
-I too, I had a girl once ....

...or a boy. I can't remember
anymore.

-That doesn't matter.
Come!

-You always have the best port wine.
-Yes, yes.

-I too had a very good port. Best in Paris.
-Yes. Come now!

I have a car ready.

-Believe me, you'd better be
careful Jenny!

They pass by every day .... the police.
But after all, Jenny isn't just anybody!

-If you say so.
Go, now. Go!

-Watch out. For the Dromedary.
-I'll do that. Now go!

-Don't forget, I'm your friend.

-Leave!

-You can't say they're
not behaving well.

They're correct and polite.

They even say hello and ask
how things are going.

But they're always on the look.

Let them look, cause there
is nothing to find.

When they want to find something,
they end up finding something.

(Chez Jenny - the merriest place in Paris.
Pretty Paris girls from midnight to dawn)
Be careful Jenny.

-Don't worry. That's not what's
keeping me up at night.

-If there was an investigation,
if you'd have to close....

-You're sauced!
-I'm not drunk.

-No!

Wait for me downstairs.

-Why did you come down?
-I wanted to say good night.

-I'll go right up.
Good night darling.

What a strange look you have.
-It's nothing.

-Something bothering you?
You should tell me what it is.

You can tell me everything, Danielle.
-It's nothing, mom.

Go, you'll be late.

-You're behaving strangely.
-No, I assure you.

-You worry me.
-Why?

-I'm not sure.
Bye.

-You're not going to bed?
-I'll be going.

-Do you need me for anything?
-Yes, get me my robe.

(Piano playing)

....

-Jenny!
-What!

-I'm in love.
-Impossible.

-Have some champagne.
-No, I'm not amorous.

-I'll give you 1000 francs
if you join me to drink.

-Sold! Get up, toots.
Your arguments are irresistible.

We don't have anything to drink.
Get us a Cliquot.

Is it really true?
-Sure!

-9,5 francs.

-It's a good spot.
Charming ladies.

-It's a nice distraction.

-What a joker!

-A table, miss?
-I'd like to see Mme Jenny.

-Miss Florence, take care
of the young lady.

-What do you wish?
-To see Mme Jenny.

-It's a bit difficult right now.
She's with some costumers.

Are you an artist?
-No.

-Really? Cause you don't look
like the type.

-What type?

What is this lady dealing with?
-What same as she used to.

But a little more hidden.

-But isn't this a restaurant?

Hide me. I don't want to
see this woman.

-But that's Mme Jenny's manager.
-Hide me.

(Piano plays a tune)

....

-Oh, no, you're crazy!

....

-So is Jenny coming?
-Be patient, she has a good table.

For once she's actually working!

She's placing the strike
rather early.

-You already said so.
-I'm patient, but I know when to act.

-No, that's enough. Go!

-If you go I'll kill myself.
-So go on and kill yourself, darling.

-There she is.

-I'm all yours, Benoît.
-Good!

You don't mind,
the Dromedary is a good accountant.

-I don't mind.

-Hello, Monsieur.
-Hello.

-I know that you
don't like noise or music.

-No, I don't like any of that.

-You'd probably prefer the
little salon, it's more calm.

-Yes.
-I'll let Mme Jenny know.

-Don't tell her,
I don't want to see her.

-Everything is fine.
-Some champagne?

-No, no champagne.
I'm fine!

(Piano playing)

....

-Oh!

But this house is really a
paradise filled with birds.

Each time there is
a new surprise.

You are a flower,
miss!

Normally I hate flowers, but
you I really like.

A wallet is like a flower.
It opens and it blooms.

Why do you hide behind
the curtain, little girl?

-Wait for me.

-What shall we do?
-Let me go or I'll cry.

Let me go!

-What's up?
-The Albino is with a chick.

- Let her go!
-Let me go!

-I beg your pardon!
-Let her go!

-What's this supposed to mean?

-I don't know what you're doing
here, but you should be going.

-Help!

-Help!

-Help!

-Help!

-Help!

Call the police.

Help! Police!

-Why are you crying like this?
-Somebody hit me.

-Someone slapped you,
and what then!

-In my face!
-Don't scream like that. Calm down.

-Who did this?
-Mr Lucien.

-Where would you like to go?
-I don't know. Anywhere.

-You'll be hearing from me!
You'll know my name!

The little cheat!

Thank you, no!

And the other one who struck
me brutally to the ground.

My wallet!

You can keep it.

Money is of no importance.
I don't care about it.

But brutality!
That I don't like.

I like what's soft.

Birds!

Flowers!

Yes, I like flowers.

But brutality, no!

I'll never set my foot in here again.

What I like is freshness.

It's softness.

It's youth.

It's beauty!

-Nice work indeed!

-Who's the girl?
-No idea.

-Touching romance,
with handsome Lucien involved!

Why would he come here
with a girl?

-To have you see her!

-No, she came by herself.

-Wake up!
We know how Lucien is.

It's crazy, she has a spot that works,
the Albino comes with plenty of dough

...and then Lucien comes and screws
it all up because he feels like it.

Bastard!
-Let me laugh.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Oh, nothing!

Come, Benoît!

-Ah, yes!

-Collect that in stead of
walking in your sleep.

....

-Anywhere, that's right here.

-No, let's not stay here.
A little further.

-Like I thought! Anywhere.

-What's wrong, Jenny?
-Oh, nothing!

-That's what everybody says
when something is wrong.

-I tell you it's nothing.
-Tell me what's wrong.

-I'd like to leave.

But it's too late!
-Get yourself together!

You're not alone in life.
You have a daughter.

-That's true.

I have a daughter.

-Go to sleep.
It will do you good.

-Yes.

-Where are we?
-Anywhere.

-It's like London.

Docks.

-Places people works all
resemble each other.

-Why did we go here?
It's gloomy!

-You don't like it?
-I think it's alive.

-You like to walk?
-Yes.

-Me too.

-Say, if you don't like the landscape,
just take the car and leave!

-That's a great occasion for me,
who always wanted to go to Chartres.

Unbelievable! I have never
seen the Chartres cathedral.

It's a real jewel, in a style....

-You and your style!
How much do you need?

-I don't know, enough
for the gas.

Oh, and I'd like to get some
souvenirs, post cards and such.

....

-This is a strange encounter.
-Yes, very strange.

-What are you doing?
-You're cold, take this!

-Thanks, you're very kind.

-But what were you doing there?

-Nothing,
I came with some friends.

-You didn't know what kind
of place it was?

-No, and nor did they.

I was looking for them and then
that man turned up.

-Ah!

-You don't seem to believe me?
-No, I believe you.

-I'm tired.

I don't feel like lying.

-There are moments in life
where you need some truth.

Do you have parents?
-My mother, that's all.

-That's already something.

-Mine died the day I
was born.

We barely met.

What would your mother say,
if she saw you at this time of day,

...alone with a man on the canal?
-She would say lots of things.

Too much.

You are looking at me?

-Yes, and I'm thinking that what
you are saying seems true.

That's a rare thing.

-Why is it rare?

-I'm living a grim life,
that makes me suspicious.

-And I am living a sad life, or rather
a dull one. It's the same thing.

-Strange.
-What's strange?

-Normally I keep telling stories to
show off when I meet girls.

With you I feel I'm being very
straight forward.

-I'm just like you.
What's your name?

-Lucien, and yours?
-Danielle.

-Danielle, that's nice.

-It's cold.

-Let's go further.
-Yes.

-Are you walking around all
by yourself, miss?

-Yes.

-Come with me.

-Where to?

-I'm going to Chartres to see the
cathedral. Want to come along?

-Your car is great!

-One must have what one needs.

-What I would like is to be seated on
my suitcase and wait for a train or a boat.

-You'd like to go away?
-Yes, but there would be two briefcases.

Yours and mine, but that is
only a dream.

I'm sentimental in
the mornings.

You finally smiled.
I could see your teeth.

If we were to leave, we'd
go to a harbor.

-When I was little I played with the
fishermen at Belle-Ile.

It's very beautiful in February.
There is already mimosa in bloom.

-I know Belle-Ile and it's mimosa!
-Really?

-I stayed there a while...

...11 years.
-Maybe I have seen you.

-No!
-Why?

-No reason.

There's a prison for young boys
at Belle-Ile.

You have probably passed by it?
-I can't remember. I was just a little kid.

-Me too.

I was a little kid too.

-Hi, good evening everybody.

A coffee with brandy,
if somebody is offering me one!

-I don't want to see your ugly face here.
-You're not being polite!

-Be considerate, it's a
costumer like any other.

Give him a coffee with
brandy.

-Thank you.

-You're good.
-No.

I just think that one should
treat everybody right.

One day, I could turn
out like him.

-No way.
-Yes, maybe.

-In London there are
lots of poor people too.

-Did you stay there a long time?
-Yes, and I'd like to go back.

-Somebody waiting for you?
-No, but I worked there.

-Do you mind?
I'll read the palm of your hand.

-Leave us alone.
-But he'll enjoy it.

-Oh, I see voyages.

You're crossing something.
Where are you going?

You were in England and you'd
like to go back.

You were in England and you'd
like to go back.

Nobody is waiting for you and
you have a job there.

Boss! A coffee with brandy.
-That's all right.

-May I?

-It will be harder with me, as
I haven't said anything.

-Doesn't matter.

What a strange white hand.
Let's see the other one.

It's alike.

Oh, what nails!

Not bad!

You certainly won't get killed
carrying heavy cases.

But you seem to have been carrying
a lot a long time ago.

A hand of a man!

Lazybones, you're doing nothing
nowadays.

No, you're not doing
anything!

-Leave me alone.
-What?

-I'm a tad nervous.

-Excuse me, I didn't know!
-How much do I owe?

-You're going?
-I'll take you back.

-Why leave all of a sudden?
Sit down.

We're fine here.

-You know what we could do?
-No.

I know. Make a date for
tomorrow and not show up.

-Why?
-I told you I lead a grim life.

-Me too.

I'm alone.

All alone.

-What you're telling me is strange,
and it's sad.

On the other hand it makes me happy,
it makes me feel closer to you.

-Boss! A coffee with brandy.
-It's coming right up.

-Hello, Lucien isn't there?

He hasn't said when he'll
be back.

I'll call back.

-It's very hot.
-Thank you Paulette.

Danielle isn't back yet?
-No.

-She gets back late.

(Door bell)
-Ah!

Well, Danielle?

You're coming back at dawn.
What's this supposed to mean?

-Nothing. I go out.
I meet people.

-This has got to stop!

It can't go on.
-Yes, I know.

I already told you, we don't
care for the same things.

-But I'm your mother!

-Yes.

I remember, in London,

...my departure.

-What do you mean?
-Oh, nothing.

But I'm 21 years old, I'm free.

-Don't say that, Danielle.

I said so too when I was
your age.

-I want to go back.
-Go?

-Yes, I'll go see my impresario
tomorrow.

-Why do you want to go?

-Oh, no particular reason.

How could I explain?

It would only complicate matters.
Sleep well.

-Danielle!

Hello.

Give me Mr Lucien.

Is it you, Lucien?

You were back,
it was a misunderstanding.

I tried to reach you
several times.

I was so sad and lonely.

Yes. Say, what about tomorrow?

You're taken.

You're always taken.

Oh, don't lie to me!

You don't understand.

No, I'm not crying,
I'm not begging.

No, it can't be over like that.
That's impossible.

Listen!

No, let me talk.

Lucien!

Luc....

It's not possible.

It's not possible.

-Who's there?
-Xavier!

So old man, what's up.
I never see you anymore.

-You're worried?
-Yes I am.

Everybody are worried.
-Ah?

-Jenny is looking for you by the
way. You know she can't stand me.

But the other day she came
and asked me where you were.

She almost cried.
I was moved.

What's this?

-Blue Gauloises.

-What? What's happening to you?
-Nothing.

-Well now I have seen all!

Blue Gauloises!

-If you're getting along with Jenny, do
me a favor and hand over something.

-Hand over something to her?

-Yes, I'm going on a trip.
-Oh yeah? Where are we going?

Deauville, Cannes?

-I'm going away, but without you.
-You're traveling alone?

-No, but that's none of
your business.

-There no room for me
in your car?

-No, but it's because of the car
that I need to get in touch with Jenny.

You must give her back
the papers.

-The papers?
-Yes, the papers.

She can pick the car up
in the garage.

-What, are you going mad?
-No, I'm following your advice.

I'm changing my way of life.
I'm following your advice.

-Don't be a fool, Lucien!

There's a big difference
between saying and doing.

You're being stupid. Scruples,
niceties, those are fine things!

But they also make you starve.
And all this for that girl on the canal!

-Oh, get off it, Marquis!

-Blue Gauloises! And you're leaving?
-Yes, tomorrow.

-Think about your future,
what will you be doing?

-You know English?
-Some. German too.

And Latin.
-Well, read this then.

Alright?

-You're taking up running?

-They let me rejoin the team.
-You're out of your mind!

You'll get crushed
for nothing at all.

The only thing lacking now
is that you get married!

That would top everything!
-I am going to get married.

You'll be my best man!

-Is Mr Lucien home?

-He's on a travel, Madame.

-Ah!

I'll wait for him.
-As you wish.

-Don't talk nonsense!

200km an hour, that's too much.
-Yes, I know.

-Lucien!

-You here?

-Yes, it's me.
-You're in luck.

-You think so?
-I am seldom here.

What do you want?

-Listen, it's been 15 days since
I saw you last.

You're not even making up
excuses anymore.

I know that you want
to leave me.

I didn't come to bother you.
-Bother me.... those are only words.

I'm in a hurry,
what do you want?

-I don't know. I hoped at least that
you would have come.

-That I would have come?
-You wouldn't understand.

-In an hour I'll be available,
where would you like to meet?

-The usual place for an aperitif.

-Alright. I'm off.

-You are really coming, right?
It would mean a lot to me.

If you only knew all I'm
going through at the moment.

Everything is passing away.

Everything is going
to pieces

-What's wrong?

-Nothing. Go now!

-It's the same, after all!
-What's the same?

-I don't know.
-If you don't know, then shut up!

....

-You look sad?

-No. But I spoke with my agent, and
there's no work to get in eight days.

-You know English?
-Some.

-Then read this!

-Oh, Lucien!

-I'm getting back my place
in the team.

-Yes, that's great.
-But it doesn't make you happy?

-I want to go with you.
-Sure you will!

-Do you have enough money?
-We don't need that.

I won't get much in the start,
but it will suffice.

Shall we dine together tonight?
-I can't.

-Why?
-I have to see my mother first.

-You haven't told her you're leaving?
-I have mentioned it vaguely.

-What did she say?
-Nothing.

-That's strange.

-It's nice here!

-You can breathe freely.
-With you around I feel good any place.

- Still alone Mr Marquis?
-Still.

Friendship is a rare thing. Friends
leave you one after the other.

I have become skeptical lately,
very skeptical.

-But you used to be close friends!
-Yeah.

-What's the use of it all?
A dame passes by and then ....

-She arrives and the friendship ends.

-Is she a good looker?
-Very young.

-How old?
-18, 20 years.

-If you're going, I can't hold
you back. There's nothing to do

That's life!
-Are you mad at me?

-Certainly not!

-It was set to end like this.

I was loosing right from the start.
That's how it is.

-Excuse my frankness, but

...I'd prefer to be correct.
-You may be right.

-Your car is in front of the door.

-You don't want to keep it,
as a memory of me?

-You know, memories....

-Listen,

...I don't want to make interrogations,

...but this woman you're
leaving with,

...how is she?

Is she young?

-Don't ask.

-They don't look too happy.

-It's the goodbyes of Fontainebleau!
-I don't like to see...

...women cry.
-Really?

-Yes, cause they never
cry because of me.

-I have lost everything.
More than you could imagine.

I can't explain.

What a drag life can be!

-I always told Lucien that he lacks
tact and distinction.

As for you, you are
badly dressed.

-Badly dressed in a 2000 francs suit?
-It's not cut right for you.

-Especially the back!
-Stop joking!

-I know a magnificent tailor. We'll
go there and have you transformed.

-You're a happy fellow, Xavier!

Come Medor, do a trick
for Mr Xavier.

Some perform tricks ...

...to have some sugar.

But when it goes wrong
they beat it.

-Stop!

-Join me for a glass?
-You're inviting me?

-That is... I'm with these
gentlemen.

-I've had enough of these guys!

Say, Benoît,
will you do a thing for me.

Tell the Dromedary to keep his
little songs for himself.

Since he's not my size it's
you that I'm addressing.

-You like to insult me?

It's not on the level what
you're doing there.

-I don't know if this is the hump
of commerce or of crime,

...but you should have it removed
cause it's making you bad.

-So you're acting out
to leave the scene in a big style!

I already told you, and I'll
say it again.

You're not on the level.
You have no manners.

-Stop this!
-Stay out of this!

-Be polite, Benoît!

-You're a bit too much,
little guy.

You have chosen the wrong
place to be.

We'll meet up.

-You decide when and where.
But quick, I'm leaving tomorrow.

Have fun.

-Go on. Follow him!

(whistles)

-What is it?

-I'm thinking that a man in
the ground is easier to deal with...

...than a man standing up.
-And so?

-So we'll have to make him fall.
-Thanks, I don't need any help.

-So they say!

-Listen, you're not going to hurt
him, are you?

(they laugh)

-I too used to travel
in my days.

South America,
palm trees, music.

It was nice.

That's where I met
your mother.

She was beautiful.
What a woman!

That's a mother that
one could really love.

It's not a mother,
but a saint.

-Danielle!

What is this?
-I was waiting for you, mom.

-Why this briefcase?

-You're leaving?
-Yes, I'm leaving.

I had news from
my impresario.

-You....

You're giving a concert?
-No, not that.

I don't know but...
I'm leaving....

-Come here!

Come here!

Why are you lying?
Tell me the truth.

-The truth. Do you think
that would do any good?

-The truth. Do you think
that would do any good?

-What has happened to you?
-Oh, cut it out.

-But what's happening?
-Nothing.

-Listen to me, darling,

...often in life there are things
that you just can't say.

Maybe you already know
of them?

Life is what it is,
you can't change it.

Embrace me.

And now, leave!

Don't forget me.

Let me hear from you.
-Mom!

Go and don't say anything.
It's better this way.

-Mom!
-No, honey. Go away!

Go now, sweetie, I assure you.

Go!

....

-Life is strange.

There's always one who
enters and another one leaving.

Arrivals, departures ....

Departures, arrivals ....

-Departures, arrivals,
London, America, harbors.

Do you remember the first
time we kissed?

You're the prettiest girl
I ever met.

It's strange how much I like
you. I love you.

You make me want to
do silly things.

How do you say
"my dear little bird" in English?

I'm sure it's more beautiful in English.
How do you say it?

-My dear little bird.

-My dear little bird.

You see, it's much better.
-You're mad!

-I'm happy.
Before I was merely content.

You're surly a swell girl,
while I....

We must talk, I have a lot
of things that I must tell you.

That car I loaned ....
I had to return it.

-I don't care.

-The truth is somebody gave it to me,
I didn't loan it.

Do you understand?

I was given money.

-Leave those things. I'm not
curious tonight.

I'm happy.

-Before I didn't want anything.

-And now?

-Now I want you.

....

-I like you so much!
-I don't!

-Ah, you don't!
-No.

Sweetheart!

....

(phone rings)

-Hello?

Mr Fenat? Venat?
I don't know him.

Who? Mr Benoît!

-Yes, have him wait
a minute.

-Who is it?
-Nothing. A friend.

(knock on door)

-Come in!

Wait, I have some more
things. Come along.

-You're impatient, Benoît!

-That's right.
Patience, isn't my thing.

My thing, that's punctuality.

Isn't that better?
-Much better.

Do you mind?

Danielle!

I'll join you in two minutes.
-Not more!

-It won't last longer than that.

-Be quick.
-I will.

Nice of you to come by.
It's calmer here.

-Yeah, that's why I'm here.

What do you want?

-Talk to you.

To have a serious chat.

I don't really believe in this departure.
You've repeated yourself too much

-So?

I want to get it straight
once and for all.

I don't like people mixing in
my business.

And also,
you're annoying me.

I don't like to be annoyed.

Take my advice and quit
this sector,

...and don't come back
in a while.

Get it?

And now, another story.

That acting out in public,
I don't like that.

if you want to make a mess,
do it elsewhere

Your cigarette knick-knack,
I can do that too.

Without making noise.
Get it?

-I have a train to catch.

Just act like you're at home.

-Taxi.

-What's he doing?
-Shall we go?

-Let's go!

....

-Where's Benoît?

-Don't worry about him, he's
having a nap upstairs.

-That's it, 91 Calgen Street
in London.

-You'll sort it out?

-3 cases, that's won't cause
complications.

-Your business finished badly,
but don't let that force you to leave.

If you'd like to rest, that's
entirely up to you.

-Go or stay?

What's that?

-I got the door slammed
in my face.

-Someone pushed it?

-Don't joke about it.

In any case,

...you should know that if you
need me, bah....

You can count on me.

You have enough money?
-I have what's needed.

-Enough?
-Enough.

-Cut it out. Enough isn't a number.

-l really don't care.

-But I do.

I'm telling you what I think,
romance isn't my thing.

I don't know. I need you.
I would miss you.

Us two together, that wouldn't
be so bad?

What?

And we have the same age.

It would be ....

More moral.

-You're being nice, but let's
talk about something else.

-Well, well.
(knock on door)

-Enter!

A visitor, Jenny.
-Who is it?

-Xavier.

-That's strange.
Do you mind?

-Go on!

Would you like to come to the wedding?
-You know me....

Weddings or funerals,
it makes the time go.

-What do you want?

-It's a delicate matter.

It bothers me.

It's hard to say.
-What?

-I need 5000 francs,
and I thought of you.

-You need 5000 francs?
Is this a joke?

-Not at all!

I have a gambling debt.

-A debt of honor.

I don't feel like joking.

You're the king of parasites!

-Parasite, did you say parasite?

-Go away,
you're bothering me.

-I've had to cope with
many things. Too many!

But now you're attacking me,
insulting me!

And I wanted to be discreet!
Well, that money isn't intended for me.

-Lucien?

-Yes, he's in the hospital.

-What's wrong?

-I promised not to talk.

-Talk, imbecile!

-He's hurt.
-Which hospital?

-I can't say.
-What an idiot!

-Maybe I'm an idiot, but don't
tell him.

-No!

Benoît, can you lend
me 5000 francs?

-Straight away?
-Yes.

-Well, why not?

-1, 2, 3 and dame.

-What, dame?
-Bah, place a piece!

You don't know how to play?
-No.

-Why do you play?
-To pass the time.

-You're funny, I'll teach you.
It's not difficult.

What, you?

-Yes, it's me.

You're not happy to see me?

-Excuse me, old man.
-Sure.

Madame.
-Hello.

-How did you know?
-I called the hotel.

-And?

-I wanted to get some news.

-That was nice of you.

I already told you, I would like things
to be clean between us.

I addressed someone else, it was
easier that way.

-Maybe you're right.
-Why do you smile?

-No reason.

-Say, which one is the winning one,
black or yellow?

-Always black.

It hurts me to tell you, but ....

...I'm expecting someone.

-I know and why shouldn't
I see her.

She must be very pretty
since you like her so.

-You wouldn't understand.

It's not a girl like any other.

-What's she doing?
What's her story?

-I don't know.
-You're not very curious.

-Neither is she,
I've been wanting to tell her.

-Tell her what?
-Everything.

She wouldn't listen.

She's had a though life,
her name is Danielle.

-Ah!

-Yes, Danielle Bricart.

Bricart, that's her father's name.

Her mother's name is different, but
they're not getting along.

That's all I know.

-She doesn't love her?

-Yes, but...

...they have different ways of
seeing things.

-I must go.
-You've been very kind.

-Good bye.

-Jenny, where are you going?
it's closed over there!

....

-I can't explain why,
but I must stay here a bit.

It's absolutely necessary.

-Oh, that's nice.
I never get visits.

I'm alone.

All alone, do you understand?

Nobody comes to see me.

-Xavier said he'd be back soon.

-Maybe he didn't find the way.
-Anyway we must go.

We'll be fine in London.

(The clock strikes).

....

-It's two o'clock.
Visiting time is over.

-You'll be back tomorrow?
-Of course.

-I love you.
-I love you too.

-Good bye, and remember, in
three days we're leaving!

-Already? The only time
someone comes to see me.

-Good bye.

Thank you.
-You'll be back?

-Naturally.

-I brought this, it's better than
flowers.

It's discreet and more practical
than a bird.

-Thanks, old man.

-You still have a fever.

One should when one is ill.

-I thought you weren't coming
any more.

-No? Well, you were wrong.

-So?
-I brought you what you asked for.

You see, it's all there.

1, 2, 3, 4.

-How did you do it?
-My family.

I told them it was from gambling.

-You're a swell guy.

-I am what I am.

-You remember the first time
Danielle met you.

I told her that you weren't my
friend, but I was wrong.

I treated you badly,
forgive me.

-No.

You were right.

-I had stacked away 1000 francs.
-You made a loan in advance!

-You obviously know me. If I
didn't really need them....

-You wouldn't have asked for them.

-This visit is over.

-Here my friend, this is for you!

For your lunch.

-Good bye, Lucien.
-Good bye.

-Have a good trip,
and if you're passing by London

don't forget to send me
some ties. Red ones.

-But Xavier!
-Good bye.

-Madame, you'll have to leave.

....

-Mom, I'm free.

-Nobody's free.

-She's had a though life, that's
all I know about her.

-Life is strange. There's always one
who enters and another one leaving.

Arrivals, departures!

Departures, arrivals!

-When you're at the bottom, you
should stay at the bottom.

-Chez Jenny, 95 rue Spontini.

-Ah, the merriest place in Paris!

Subs by Knappen.
Paris, March 2009