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A carle-lamy production

Hand over the hockey sticks.

Sorry.

What is it?

The commissioner's expecting me in his office in 10 minutes.

In 10 minutes, we'll be gone.

- Where are you going? - Louiseville.

If I tell the commissioner, he'll hit the roof.

Let him. So what?

We can't finish a film on textiles without going to louiseville.

Exactly. You're not done yet...

When I do business with hotels, they expect me

to provide a dancer from Tuesday night up 'til Sunday.

When you leave with a client on Friday

you're not there to do the show on Saturday. Or Sunday.

And then I'm in shit.

And I hate shit. Do you understand?

You bastard...

That's enough!

Gina.

What?

The louiseville train leaves in half an hour.

- Where to? - The chateau.

Tickets, please.

You sure look swell today, Bob!

I just spoke with a couple of government officials.

Looks like they'll give us $85,000 for ski-doo trails.

They call it "local development".

This'll be the second year in a row we get it.

Helps to have friends in the right places.

Well, what can I say?

With these things, you gotta know how to tango.

Most people are out of work these days.

The textile factory's talking about laying off another 200...

It's the same thing everywhere.

- Hey buddy! - Hey.

- How are you? - Things are working out.

- Yeah? - Oh yeah.

- Didn't travel alone. - No, sir.

My wife's getting your room ready. Upstairs.

Is this my room?

It's the dancer's room.

I'm not sleeping there. I want a motel room out back.

They're for the clients.

Okay, take the one at the end.

But if we get booked up, you'll have to move.

Contract says you're supposed to provide room and board. I'm not a dog.

Dogs sleep outside.

Yeah, but dogs don't dance.

Motel rooms must be warmer, eh? I think I'll take one.

I'll have a negroni, please.

I don't think we have any.

Can you make me a "between the sheets"?

I'll have a "yellow bird".

- Four small molsons. - Four molsons.

Would you like to join us?

They told us you're the new dancer.

You do a good show?

I hope you'll like it.

- Want something to drink? - No thanks.

Are you musicians?

Do we look like musicians?

You look like guys in an orchestra.

Hey! Are you from channel 13?

- That's right. - Want to interview me?

Can't just now.

When's this gonna be on?

Sunday, midnight.

Why not come by the clubhouse?

It's on a boat, see? It'd be a first.

Okay, but we have to shoot now and there's too much noise!

You don't own this street!

Give us a chance. We have to film here.

Go fuck yourself!

It all happened

on December 11th, 1952.

We'd been on strike since early march.

Around 7 A.M.,

people started forming a picket line

in front of that gate, over there.

Suddenly they opened the back doors

and the provincial police came out.

The riot squad.

The company let them in during the night.

They started throwing tear gas,

then they used their clubs on us.

Before passing out, I saw them get their guns out,

and start firing into the crowd.

Hello.

- Who do you work for? - The national cinema office.

Why are you shooting here?

We're making a film on textiles.

Did the company agree to let you film?

No, no... not really.

They just called us.

They asked you to find out what we're doing here?

Yes.

Are they worried?

No. They want to know why you're filming. It's their property.

Can I see your driver's license and registration?

Yeah, yeah.

27. End slate.

Later, the papers said...

The strikers had attacked the police.

The prime minister blamed us for resorting to violence.

So they dissolved the union.

And then,

a month later, everybody returned to work.

The company

had to pay out an extra 1.5 cents per hour.

But me... I got canned.

I can't really complain.

I found another job, a good one.

I clean schools at night for the school board.

A while ago, I read in the paper

the guy who was captain of the squad in '52

just became head of the provincial police.

Funny, eh?

- Hi, guys! - Hello, sir.

- Hello, Mr...? - Carpentier.

Right! How are you Mr. Carpentier?

Not bad.

So you had a run-in with the local police?

My secretary called them. She's a little overzealous.

Mind telling me what your film's about?

It's a film about the textile industry.

Textiles? Very interesting...

- Are you from the cbc? - No.

- The national cinema office. - I see.

Because I have good friends over at the cbc.

Well, let's not stand around here.

Come to my office! Mr. Freeman,

our general manager, would really like to meet you.

Okay. Let's say... in half an hour?

- We need to stop by our hotel first. - Half an hour?

Okay. See you later.

Don't mock my tux.

- He looks like a pimp. - He is a pimp.

It won't work this time.

All right, gals! Do us proud, okay?

It's not every day you get to be in a movie.

Who knows? Maybe one of you will become a star.

You never know!

- Mr. Chabot? - Yeah?

Can we go to your office? I'd love to prepare for your interview.

Sure, sure! But...

Better be prepared for an interview. Gives you time to think.

Yes, but...

People get nervous in front of a camera...

- I really should stay... - No, no.

Mr. Chabot told us, just like that.

At the end of march, they're laying off 190 people.

70 women and 120 men...

They're upgrading equipment and making changes in production.

We didn't react. We couldn't believe it.

The manpower people were really great.

They got me a good job in Ontario right away.

But I don't speak English.

And moving to Ontario...

What'll I do if they fire me in 6 months?

Besides, when you're the new girl in the factory...

You gotta take the machines nobody else wants.

90 cents an hour, maybe a dollar.

40 bucks a week when there's six of us to feed.

Most summers, we can get by,

but come winter, we're dead broke.

And I can't handle working as a cleaning lady any more.

I'm getting too old.

I'm waiting until they throw us out,

then I'm moving to Montreal. My fiancé is already there.

I wouldn't stay here, anyway.

Not enough jobs, and the pay's too low.

In small towns like this, with only 1 or 2 factories,

if you lose your job, there's nowhere else to go.

That's why they have to use latinos for the night shift.

- What? - Latinos.

You know, people from south america. Didn't you see them?

It looks like there's a guy named "Chavez",

who works for some American company.

He went down to them in Colombia,

hired them and brought them to work here.

Ask him if there are other Colombians

working in textiles here or in the United States.

He says they're working everywhere now.

North Carolina...

New Jersey, Boston, New York...

He's not sure they're in textiles in New York.

They make about 125 a week...

And clear about 85.

They probably deduct plane fare.

He used to do the same job back home, so he's fairly happy.

Same job, you know?

Yeah, some game.

Anybody want to play with us?

You play pool?

Why not play with them?

We'll play you.

Ain't gonna be much of a game.

Wanna bet?

Yeah, dancers make lots of dough.

I feel bad about this.

So I need to ante up, right?

I'll be right back.

Ten balls?

- Ten balls. - Who's breaking?

- Go ahead. - No rush.

- You wanna do it? - Go ahead.

Call shot?

Call shot.

You break like a girl.

Show him how.

One down...

Did you call it?

What do you mean, "call it"?

We just said "call shot".

Five in the side pocket.

Twelve... in the corner.

No, two... in the corner.

Number one... Over in the corner.

Twelve, side pocket.

Seven by fifteen, corner.

Ten, probably.

Yeah, ten to the side.

Five-zero.

Fifteen by three.

Four in the corner.

Thirteen in the center.

Yup! Five-three.

Fourteen in the corner.

Five-four, right?

Go get the rack.

Eleven in the corner.

Put it back.

Three in the corner.

Five-five?

If I do it, what'll you give me?

I'll give you a kiss.

Six-five.

Seven-five.

Ten to the side.

Eight-five.

Nine in the corner pocket.

And the eight, same place.

Nine-five.

Ten-five.

That cost you 20 bucks.

Wanna play another?

Some other time.

That's five you owe me.

You can give them to me tonight.

I even found my sister's skates.

That's perfect. You can come with us.

I don't know about that...

The hotel's empty. Besides, your husband's here.

The first boy I dated played hockey.

Junior "a" in trois-riviéres.

You married, Gina?

Boyfriend?

What's his name?

Ricky.

You married?

Yes.

Any kids?

And are you married?

You got kids?

And him? Is he married?

He says he isn't, but he might as well be.

That's what you think!

- I suppose this one's married, too? - Yup.

What's up?

Quite a few married guys.

We're married, not dead.

You fool around?

Nah, we don't fool around.

Well, me neither.

We should go skating on the river.

You guys are working real hard.

You, too.

We don't make cbc money.

Reel 59.

I was born on a farm, in the St. Lawrence valley.

Near the border with Maine.

There were 12 of us at home.

My father unloaded the farm and got a job in textiles.

After the big strike, dad died...

So I had to get a job.

I was just 13,

but since I was an orphan, it was easy to get a work permit.

The first time I set foot in a factory,

the big boss asked me...

"Got any experience? What have you done?"

I told him, "nothing. Can't even thread a needle."

So he says, "what are you doing here, then?"

I said, "if you show me, I'll learn.

I'm just as smart as the next girl."

He saw I was serious, I wasn't there for fun.

So he sat by me for the whole day,

7 in the morning, until 5 at night.

It was a 9-hour workday.

He showed me how the whole machine worked, piece by piece.

At first, it was complicated.

I was nervous and I didn't understand anything.

But that's how I learned to sew.

A year later, the manager came

and said, "you're young, you can still learn."

I was 14.

"We'll try you on the flatlock."

That's the most complicated machine in the business.

It gave me backaches. By the time I got home,

I was so tired and edgy I couldn't even eat.

I didn't want to see anyone. I'd stay in my room,

and wouldn't speak.

Finally, I told my mom.

"I can't do it anymore. I'm gonna quit."

My sister also worked for them.

She told me I shouldn't quit.

That with time, I'd get used to it.

So I went back to work and now, I'm used to it.

Before getting married,

I was a nurse at the hotel-dieu in trois-rivieres.

The operating unit.

I worked with surgeons and anesthetists.

Marcel was fed up with his job, all that travelling...

So we got married and started paying off this hotel.

Good evening, madam.

Good evening.

Good evening, Marcel.

Better go change, eh?

Your wife seems tired.

Women are always tired.

Anyway, I didn't twist her arm, you know.

She didn't want me gone for days on end,

so I couldn't work on the road anymore.

Anyway, last winter I asked my brother-in-law to mind the hotel

and I took her to Hawaii.

Shoulda seen her when she got back.

Down on all fours, washing floors...

Boy, was she in a good mood.

Looks crazy, right?

Seems the clients like it.

You have nice legs.

Good evening.

Good evening.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Gina, meet Dolores.

What'll you have?

A gin and tonic, please.

And a small molson.

Do you make a "between the sheets" here?

Linda.

Tell the dancer I'd like to buy her a drink.

Hey, Linda.

Bring us... 11,12,13,14“.

Thirty big ones.

- That'll get us started. - You're already pissed.

Say? It's Dolores.

Too good for us, Dolores?

You prefer the TV guys? They're no better than us.

She'll know that by tomorrow morning.

- I'm telling Jacques! - He won't like that.

He works like a dog just to marry you.

Nice blouse.

Know where it's from?

- A store. - Before that?

- Before what? - Before the store.

I dunno.

- Is that cotton? - Yeah.

Sewn in a sweatshop, maybe even by Dolores.

Our stuff's not that nice.

Before that, someone wove the cotton,

combed it, carded it. Before that, down in Mississippi,

a black man had to pick it.

- Got something against my blouse? - No.

Don't worry, I'll take it off. That's why they pay me.

Aren't they funny, those guys.

Smart, too.

- And we're not smart? - Us? We're boring.

Hey Gina.

Don't you think we're smart?

When are you gonna show us your tits?

- Hope they're worth it. - I wanna see her ass.

Probably has cellulite. Looks like it.

Your little sister have any cellulite? Hands off, you creep!

Here...

Put a quarter in the jukebox and go dance with Carole.

- Why? - What for?

Get lost!

As a businessman, I'll get right to the point.

Are you free after the show?

What if I said I had an extra $100 in my wallet?

- No, thanks. I don't do that. - $150.

It's not a question of money. I never date customers.

- You're sure? - Quite sure.

Too bad.

Well, I won't keep you.

Let's dance.

Let go.

Marcel!

Tell your dancer to dance with your best customer.

Come on, Gina. Dance with him.

- What happened? - No idea.

What smartass unplugged it?

Gina!

Little bitch.

Yeah, but now you'll have to jerk yourself off, Bob.

How much money do you make per week?

Depends...

Between 75 and 80 bucks.

You're paid piecmeal?

Yes.

How much do you make?

It also depends.

Between 400... 450.

So, you like 'em?

I'm off to bed.

See you.

Goodnight, Dolores.

Wake me up in the morning.

Unbelievable.

When you get home after work,

you feel so tired, so worn out,

you don't feel like jumping around and dancing.

Textile workers get old before their time.

When you work, you gotta think of something else.

If you think about the job,

you won't last a week. You'll go crazy.

All I hope for is that one day,

I'll be able to afford everything I've always wanted...

A new coat, a stereo, a convertible...

With whitewall tires,

silver exterior, black upholstery...

Vacations in Atlantic city...

I don't wanna be a millionaire...

Because even if I had a million in the bank,

I wouldn't be as satisfied as I am today, you know.

You'll say I can't make ends meet,

and I work like a dog...

Just to buy a jacket or some piece of furniture.

At least I have the satisfaction of knowing I earned that furniture.

That's me. It came from me.

Nobody else bought it for me.

I worked hard for it without stepping on anyone.

You can still feel satisfied, even being poor.

So, Carole? How's my cellulite?

We should go.

It's still early.

She starts at 7 tomorrow morning.

- Good night. - Good night.

Why don't you sit with us?

- What'll it be? - Gin.

Linda. Bring her a double.

Gina, Gina, we may kid around, but we're crazy about you.

Personally, that was the finest dancing I've ever seen.

You liked the show?

They're still all hot to trot.

Shut your mouth.

Just tell her now that you wanna fuck, it'll be faster.

Hold it. I bought you a drink, finish it with us.

Tell her you love her.

Watch your mouth, eh?

Hey, hey! No fighting in here!

I don't want any trouble with the cops!

- That little bitch! - Christ! Forget it!

Gina.

You owe me some kisses.

You've should've taken them earlier, when I was offering.

I'm going to bed.

All alone?

Damn right.

I promise you I'll bring you back by 3am.

- I'll give you $35. - Pay me now.

- Don't trust me? - I remember last time.

Last time you didn't do anything.

I won't do just anything. I told you.

Okay, okay. I'll wait for you in my car.

Tonight, the weather will go down to around zero.

Tomorrow's high will be 20 degrees...

What is it?

It's Marcel.

What is it?

I wanted to check your thermostat.

It's not too cold?

It's fine.

If it gets too hot, you just need to turn down the controller.

- Do you need anything else? - No, thanks.

Don't be shy.

Your wife's looking for you.

Good night. See you tomorrow.

7:30 A.M.: Willie's ranch

Vedettes en direct.

9 am...

I can't... I don't know what's happening...

Go on, you can do it.

Atta boy...

Go on... that's it...

Suivant, next.

Know what? I don't feel like it anymore.

This one's during the big strike.

Did the police fire at them?

Yeah.

- They really shot them? - Yeah.

See? There's the police station.

And the union was upstairs. I see...

Wait.

"If worker will not save worker,

who will save them?

We'll keep our rights against all odds...

That's in the union headquarters.

The police raided it?

Some of the strikers didn't want to come out,

so the police broke into the place,

and the men jumped out a window. Something like that anyway.

This is in a private home.

After they raided the union headquarters,

they had to meet in private homes.

- The police raided those too? - Yes.

After all that, you worked for them?

Keep it down. You'll wake everyone up.

What are you doing here?

I don't work tomorrow. I wanted to see you.

- This is Jacques, my fiancé. - Hello.

- Hello.

Well, I'll be going now.

I'll take the photo album, and we'll film it tomorrow.

Take care of it.

- Are you guys pissed? - Of course not.

Can you wake me up at 10 tomorrow morning?

- Where's Gina? - She went to bed.

In the Suez canal zone.

Leaving Washington, Mr. Kissinger

said he's confident that conditions will be reestablished...

- Why don't you sit with us? - Leave me alone.

- What's wrong? - Leave me alone.

Beefy!

There's at least 10 of them.

At least.

Hello.

We've got problems.

You started shooting at the factory yesterday?

The manager notified head office in Montreal.

And the president had a meeting with the commissioner,

last night at the Canadian club.

Your film's on hold...

As of this morning.

I didn't want to tell you over the phone.

- They have no right to do this. - They have the right to do anything.

At any rate...

You're barred from every textile factory in Canada.

All the companies have been warned.

One more thing. This morning around 9,

the assistant commissioner seized your negative.

We're in a union. They'll defend us.

Oh yeah? Who?

No. What we need to do is save the negative.

Anyone want to ride with me? I'm alone in my car...

Christ, I've had it! I tell you, I've had it!

Those goddamn dogs are gonna pay!

Fifteen of them, Christ! Fifteen!

I've been pushed around before, but there's a limit!

There's a goddamned limit!

Let's start by having a word with our friend Marcel.

Is Marcel around?

He's gone to get the liquor.

Tell him we're waiting at the bar.

Will you be back?

I don't know.

You weren't here long.

Goodbye.

Goodluck.

Goodbye. Good luck to you, too.

I couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

Goodbye.

Is there anything we can do for you?

Like what?

I don't know.

I meant to ask you, what's your name?

- Gina. - No, your real name.

Gina.

- Okay. See you. - Bye.

Dolores.

We've got problems with the film.

We have to go back to Montreal.

I left the album at your mother's.

- Safe travels. - Thanks.

I'd better go.

You're on private property, get it?

This is company land, so move on!

Did you have a ski-doo club come in last night?

Yes.

I want all their names,

and I want to hear everything you know.

I'm running a business.

I can't annoy my clients.

I don't want any trouble.

Exactly.

They're in an abandoned boat downriver...

Just past the shipyard.

You don't recognize me?

You weren't this shy yesterday.

You're drinking a lot today. Problems with your love life?

Two quarts of tanqueray gin.

Hello.

Hello.

- Just off work? - Yeah.

I better go. My fiancé's waiting at home.

You better hurry.

Don't make trouble, it never changes anything.

Oh yeah?

Ever seen the statues in parks?

That what?

Statues, in the parks in front of buildings.

Yeah.

Ever see a statue of a guy who never hurt anyone?

I don't know.

Well, I've seen the statue of duplessis,

the statue of Churchill,

the statue of general de gaulle, the statue of Napoleon...

Sons of bitches, all of 'em. Bunch of thugs.

That's what people respect.

The guys that come here every night,

try helping 'em out.

Try and take away their skidoos and they'll spit in your face.

But bring in a dancer to get 'em drinking...

Christ, they'll borrow money to dump at your feet.

They'll do anything...

You understand. It's what you and your husband do.

It's no use complaining.

People need be scared of you. That's all they understand.

- The old shipyard? - Down the road.

Well, sure I saw her today... Twice.

- And? - Nothing.

We shouldn't have done it.

Girls like that stay away from the cops.

Just forget it.

C'mon.

We'll have a little visit in the captain's quarters.

Pretty noisy piss!

I killed him 'cause I loved him.

Okay, cut!

Cut!

Okay, let's set up for the next shot.

- So? - Perfect.

- Was I all right? - Sure.

- It looked okay? - Yeah.

- Was my hair hiding...? - No. It was fine.

- The microphone didn't show? - No.

Good, okay.

I went to bed early to be in shape this morning.

- You look great. - You're so nice!

How did it go? Microphone wasn't in the shot?

I don't think so.

- Was it in the shot? - Was the mic in the shot?

- No. - Well, that's a first!

Digitized and restored in January 2012