All language subtitles for Jour.de.Fete.1949.(Jacques.Tati-B.W.Version).1080p.BRRip.x264-Classics

Come along, little one.

Roger.

Gaston!

I knew there'd be a hullabaloo.

Roger, go get some water.

I'm busy. The mayor's coming.

Don't expect me to do it.

- Mr. Mayor, how are you?
- You made it!

Well, well, the official
mayoral handshake!

It only took him a year
to plan the celebration.

It's all written
down in his notebook.

They'll work it out over some wine.

There's Bondu. He'll
have to have his say.

He didn't want to be left out,

so he repainted
everything nice and shiny.

I wouldn't sit there,
my boy. It's not dry.

Not there either.

What the hell happened
to your chairs?

Ain't you never seen paint?

Marie, bring me the paint.

Where'd I put that can? Here it is.

Quick, snip that thread.

Here's your paint.

Your wife spared no expense!

Is that dress from Paris?

Nope, that's her
own creation. Cheers.

Just wait till the
Lafarge woman sees her.

Go on, take another peek.
Hardly needed emptying, did it?

Get down.

Careful. It's heavy.

I got the heaviest one.

Roger...

snap out of it and grab an end.

Where you going?

Gotta get a haircut.

"Hear ye.

Tonight on the main square,
a big motion-picture show.

Romance with the gorgeous...

Gloria Parson,

and heroic exploits with
the daring Jim Parker

and his horse Dixie.

Adventure and thrilling stampedes

with the riders of the Far West."

I don't see you alone
around here much, Daphn�.

I'm surprised to come in
from a rough ride and find you

at the ranch gate.

Jim, I hear you're the
strongest man in Arizona.

You've become as pretty
as a picture, Daphn�!

Pardon me.

Roger.

The Charpi girl's too busy to
pick up her finery for the dance.

Her poor old dad has to do it.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Shave or haircut?
- Just a haircut.

Here we go.

That'll do.

What do I owe you?
- Two francs.

There. Gentlemen...

Marcel, come over here.

That pole is making
fools of the whole bunch.

I've been watching
these gentlemen struggle.

Why don't you give
them your opinion?

My opinion?

Poor distribution of force.

These gentlemen's
suspenders must be too tight.

Roger, you seen the dogs?

Oh, they were inside.
You mail my letter?

I'll do it now.

- This way?
- No, over there.

- I don't see it.
- On your right.

See it now?

I missed the collection time.

Pay no attention to that.

Put it in. He'll pick it up.
- Think so?

Sure.

A little more.

Are you crazy?

Riding that thing into my caf�!

Don't make me come up and get you!

Look what you did to my plant!

Shall we get a closer look?

Well done, gentlemen.
What do you think, Marcel?

I believe these gentlemen
lack coordination.

With him, I'm not surprised.

But our postal employee
showed some initiative.

You've traveled around.
- I know the area.

He's got instinct, intelligence.

Nature's been generous with him.

Just look at him.

If he'd been here earlier,
this wouldn't have happened.

To pull off such a
delicate operation,

you need a man with a
sense of responsibility.

A man who's calm,
decisive, and smart.

- In other words, a leader!
- Exactly.

Okay, right ropes pull
right, left ropes pull left.

On my command. You stay there.

What are you up to?
Put my bike over there.

What are you waiting for?
- My orders.

You'll get 'em.

Wait for my orders.

Give that a whack.

No, right here.

Fine, I'll move it over there.

Try again, pal.

Okay, let's try another way.

Hit this one.

Good. Same thing
from the other side.

Same thing.

Once more.

No need to panic. We
got there in the end.

What do you want?
Go take your place.

Ready?

Easy, now. Higher.

What are you doing?

That's not how you do it.

Grip it firmly with
both hands. Got that?

That way it won't
slip. It's not hard.

On my command.

Can't you hold it higher?

Firm grip.

Ready...

How many times do
I have to tell you?

Heave ho!

Got anything for me?

Everyone in position.

Put your backs into it.

Ropes horizontal, weight low.

Like I told you.

You there, don't pull yet!

On my command.

Now I can't whistle.

Those pulling on the
right, pull right.

This telegram isn't for me.

Then I got nothing
for you. I'm busy.

Who's gonna get this pole up?

Him and his telegram...

A little more.

The telegram!

They need someone to
give orders. Heave ho!

Get back in here.

This way, friend.

- He's for the fair.
- But he won't do much dancing!

I'll bind his feet.

- You have a letter for me?
- A telegram.

I had it

a moment ago.

What's the telegram say?

- "Adrien..."
- Which Adrien?

Look.

I know several.

So do I!

It's not my fault if your
goat gobbles up telegrams.

What can I do?

She'll get me fired.

The pole... They're waiting for me.

I want to know what it says.

Ask her!

She handles the mail.

She's laughing at me! Look at that.

That takes the cake!

I'm not done with that pole.

A little left.

This way. A little more.

There.

You took long enough!

Just look at that.

You can't go off looking like that.

I got my route to finish.

Where's my bike?

The gentleman's bike.

Turn around.

Let's dust you off a bit.

No, allow me.

- Thanks, boys.
- You're welcome.

Off you go!

Hello, boys.

The flagpole was
tottering back there,

so what did I do?

When I saw that, I
said, "On my command..."

Emile Vigeon.

All gussied up for the big day?

Fran�ois, deliver
this cake, will you?

To who?

Randau. You go right by there.

Not always.

- Any mail for me?
- On your windowsill.

Now, that really takes the cake!

What are you doing in there?

Me? Can't you watch
where you're going?

Your darn cart!
- You should have honked!

What do you think the bell's for?

I already almost got
beaned by that pole.

Hello.

I almost got beaned by
that pole back there.

So what did I do?

I just whirled around...

Hold this.

That pole almost
hit me on the noggin.

Know what I'm saying?

When I saw that, I
said, "On my command"...

I'd like to have
seen you back there!

What would you have done?

You won't believe what happened.

I almost got beaned by
that pole back there.

What did I do? I rode
right into the caf�!

Hurry, here he comes!

Robert, will you settle down?

You'll get your clothes all dirty.

If you do, no
merry-go-round for you.

You'll go right to bed.

I'm warning you:
no merry-go-round.

The Pibois are back
from the station.

Missing your curly locks?

Go on, strike up the band.

Up you go, tubby!

Is it dry?

No, and it never will be!

It's the Guisard and Randau girls

going to get Emilienne.

"Look how high my heels are!"

- Let's call her.
- She's not ready yet.

Jeanette?

Ah, she's ready.

- Got the tickets for the dance?
- Yes.

You certainly look ready for it!

Have fun, girls...

in your colorful dresses.

I've always worn black.

You won't see me in
pink anytime soon!

Marcel.

I'll go help Germaine.

Okay.

Such luxury goods are
usually beyond your means.

- Got the key?
- No.

But don't buy 'em � win 'em!

Anyone can be the lucky owner �

Leave me alone!

Anyone can win. Nothing's rigged.

Anyone can win a lovely
lamp, a leather handbag,

or even a mantel clock
with matching candelabras.

- Roger, answer me.
- Here's your key.

Just pick a number and a color

and put down a mere ten francs.

And we spin the wheel.

Who bet on the ace
of spades? You, miss?

Candy or a ticket?

Five tickets win you
a prize. Let's go.

Try your luck on the ace of hearts.

Pick a number and a color.

Just 10 francs.

Place your bets.

You'll wear out those soles.

Why are you up there again?

What did you do to my bike?

Marie, telephone!

Ah, take your bike and go!

Marie, the phone!

Fran�ois broke it.

Then he better get it fixed!

- A glass of M�laga.
- Don't have any.

Drink white wine
like everyone else.

Don't sit there! It's not dry.

What'll it be?
- White wine.

Beat it, you.

Go deliver your letters.

Ma'am?

- What?
- He's bothering me.

Leave the boy alone, you hear?

Go play.

That takes the cake!

Fran�ois, come and see.

- Come on.
- I don't have time.

I have mail to deliver.

Come on. You have time!

Okay, then watch this.

I'll show you.

- You won.
- I didn't throw yet.

If I say you won, you won.

Watch this.

- What the �
- Think that's funny?

Yes, I said anyone can win.

Any one of you could be the
proud owner of a lovely lamp...

or a handbag...

or even the clock
with two candelabras.

Fran�ois, join us for a drink.

No, I gotta fix this.

- Come on, join us.
- I've got work to do.

Fran�ois, come have
a drink with us.

I still got letters to deliver.

Don't make such a fuss.
Come join us inside.

Here he is. He didn't want to come.

Fran�ois, come have a drink.

Your mail. What a celebration!

Come on, Fran�ois.

- I don't have time, boys.
- Sure you do.

I haven't finished my rounds.

Bottoms up. Last to finish loses.

Here we go. One... two... three!

- I won.
- Well done.

Hey, you, don't break my piano.

Out of my way.

It's not working.

He'll fix it for you.

- Polka or waltz?
- Polka.

Monsieur Fran�ois,
that's enough now!

Today's the big day!

Time for a rematch.

I'll give the count:

one... two...
- Three!

Two white wines, on the double.

I don't call that bottoms up.

Maybe he can't do it.

That'll be the day.

Three. My round.

Get ready.

Ready, Marcel? On
your mark! One... two �

- You didn't say "three."
- Well, pal...

- He didn't wait.
- And you missed it.

I can't see you.

His visor blocks my view.

Perhaps the gentleman
could step back.

- The merry-go-round...
- So hurry.

One... two...

You missed it!

- I can't see you because of his �
- Allow me.

I see the problem. Allow me.

That's better.

- It doesn't hit me back there.
- Come on, Marcel.

Marcel, don't waste time.

One... two...

Well, we'd better go.

Put it on my tab.

See you.

Hello, Madame Bireau.

Bireau...

That rings a bell.

Yes? You have something for me?

Fran�ois.

Come see!

They're showing a film
about postmen in America!

Come on, hurry up!

Wait for me.

No one writes as
much as in America.

Progress makes it possible
to sort and deliver

300 million letters
and packages daily,

mailed by 130 million users,

with astonishing speed.

Many civilized nations
still use outdated methods,

but always at the forefront,

the U.S. Post puts helicopters at
the disposal of their modern postmen.

In the
not-too-distant future,

every postman will train

one hour a day in this
new mode of delivery.

Helicopters and planes
make for amazing technology!

Not all four million square
miles have proper roads.

No matter. Nothing
stops our Yankee postman.

Where the road ends,
he takes to the sky.

This method is especially
used for telegrams.

A lack of airports

means the intrepid postman
himself gets airdropped.

All admire the courage and heroism

of the aerial postman as
he regains his Spitfire.

Yes, the Americans are
turning postmen into acrobats

and previously insurmountable
obstacles into child's play.

What's more, this approach
to training postmen

need not remain limited to the USA.

The U.S. Postal Service is
willing to share its methods

with other countries who so desire.

Some countries, not
wanting to be left behind,

have already requested instructors,

including France.

Will French postmen soon
be landing on our balconies

with bills, birth and death
notices, and love letters?

The French don't know the
meaning of "impossible."

Fran�ois, come see.

But that's not all.

It's no exaggeration to say

that a postman can
even be a true hero.

This latest type of
training teaches him

how to overcome flames

and any other obstacle
barring his path.

Every year in Oklahoma,
a contest is held

to choose the sexiest
Apollo in the U.S. Post.

Ladies, would you like the
postman to ring your bell

in a get-up like this?

What would the Americans
do with a postman like you?

You're not about to fly
with that piece of junk.

I just saw a movie
about postmen in America.

They whiz by so fast
you hardly see them!

Our postman won't
be happy about that.

Maybe it'll take him down a peg.

Seems things are really
jumping in America.

Everyone's talking about it.

Why weren't you up on that screen?

He was so high up
you couldn't see him.

How's it going, Mr. America?

Fran�ois, don't go.

Come have a drink.

You can't just
abandon us like that.

You're off-key.

I can't say you're
not when you are.

Hey, that's enough!

Listen to him.

Fran�ois is right.

The Americans have the means.

You know how our civil service is.

He's been asking for
a new tire for ages!

In America they've
got the equipment,

and things are hummin'.

Come on.

How's business? Our friend
doesn't look too happy.

- Your pal's feeling down.
- Why?

He saw a movie about
postmen in America.

How about a drink, cap'n?

That movie's already
outdated, you know.

Now a letter's delivered
practically before it's mailed.

But how can they
deliver to skyscrapers?

They put a propeller on your back.

Some folks don't believe Jules
Verne, but look at us now.

Just like some say you can't hear
the sea in this thing. Try it.

No, other way.

The sea's rough today.

Look what they put on his back.

That's not nice.

Look into this and
you'll see a ship.

Turn it left and right.

See anything?

That should do it.

- Did you run into an oil tanker?
- Didn't see a thing.

One for the road, cap'n? Come on.

Okay, good-bye.

One last try.

The Americans have
you beat, eh, Fran�ois?

You'll be a laughingstock.

You'd never make it
as a U.S. postman.

Very funny, wiseguy.

The Americans...

I'd like to see them
in a fix like this.

Stop fooling around.
Now's not the time.

Anyone home? Postman.

- Good night.
- Bye now.

Looks like they got a
little wild in there!

The whole town got
to bed pretty late.

Breakfast will be
late, my chickies.

You're lucky there's
not a fair every day.

As usual, old man Godet
is the first one up.

He even slept in his Sunday shirt.

Looks like a doozy of a hangover.

I bet your head's pounding.

Shoulda stuck with
water in the first place!

Where do you think you're going?

Trying to hitch a ride to America?

The fair's over.

Anyone can make a
mistake, smart aleck.

Where's my bike?

Just wait till you end
up sleeping in there.

Here comes the postal
service's finest.

You don't look so great.

Maybe he's got bad news for us.

No, it's just that everything's
"Americans this, Americans that."

I can't keep up.

Don't take it so seriously.

The Americans are
hotshots with planes,

but they're useless on bikes.

What did they call
that bicycle postman

you met in America?

Ah, Eagle Eye.

Seriously though, the
gentleman needs our advice.

Okay, I'm listening.

I think if he showed
us his technique...

we could help him improve it.

Come on.

Go ahead.

You're making your
rounds at a good clip.

You have a letter for
the house on your right.

How do you dismount?
- I'm the addressee.

That's as old as the hills!

Marcel, here's what I suggest.

A method employed by telegraph boys

around the world for ages now.

Watch closely.

Off the bike before
it even stopped!

Right hand guiding my bike,

my left hand smoothly retrieves

a letter, postcard, or
telegram from my bag.

What do you think?

Now that I've seen your way,
I can't imagine any other.

Let me give it a try. Like this?

See that? On the very first try!

He's great.
- Now we're getting somewhere.

Let's see you mount.
- Mount?

Like this.

All that wasted time!

Marcel, you'll love
this. Just watch.

Yeah, but not
everybody is an acrobat.

Let's combine the two movements.

Start the merry-go-round
to simulate some speed.

Let's go.

And now... dismount!

Pick up the pace! And... mount!

Dismount.

But with my left
hand on the seat...

No, your right.
- I can't steer my bike.

I didn't see that ladder.

Where's your bike?

Keep going.

I'm off again.

This is getting good!

Pick up the pace!

I keep mixing up my
left and my right.

I'm gonna try again.

You gotta see this, boys.

The carnies have Fran�ois
on the merry-go-round.

Keep moving!

Now quickly hand me the
letter as you approach.

If my right hand's on the seat, I
can't dig in my bag with my left.

He's right.

I can't think of everything.

What about quickly changing hands?

- Is that even possible?
- Like this.

Like this?

He even has time to salute.

It could work.

But the darned bag
is still in the way.

I don't know what to do.
- How about this?

See that? With his
own personal flair too!

He'll be hard to beat.
- He'll save an hour.

No need to worry.

He could beat the
Americans hands down.

The Americans... let 'em fly.

I'll show 'em.

Go!

The Americans...

Fran�ois speaking.

Put me through to Bondu.

A telegram?

Watch this. I'll
show those Americans.

That's better. A call for who?

The blacksmith? It's for you.

Got cut off. Never mind.

The Americans? Let
'em fly. So long.

Everything okay? Okay, okay, okay!

Hi, Fran�ois.

Now that takes the cake.

What a bunch of slowpokes!

They've got no drive. I
can't bear to watch them.

That's no way to work.

I can't watch this.

The Americans are right.

Speed! Speed!

Main office.

Bye, boss.

Fran�ois is doing his
route American-style.

Hey, Faraut!

Come on. I'm in a hurry.

Postman.

Speed! Speed!

Next!

Away we go.

I'm in a hurry.

Don't want it? Fine.

American-style. Next!

Boissicot! Anyone here?

I'm in the well.

Can't dawdle. Speed!

What the...?

Go, Fran�ois, go!

Anyone here?

Ah, I didn't see you there. Speed!

Onward!

American-style!

Boys, Fran�ois is
delivering American-style.

Here he comes.

Everybody out. We'll slow him down.

Visor up!

Show some style!

Randau, Fran�ois is
delivering American-style.

Glad you dropped by.
You have a letter.

Ain't you never been to America?

For Janvier and Co.

That's rotten timing.
- Where's this from?

Straight from Ch�teauroux.

I'm delivering American-style
� quick on the draw.

I never saw it coming.

Even so, you hit a bull's-eye!

Just look at them!

What do I do with them?
How can I wear these now?

At least they won't
cramp your toes.

One more thing.

Sign, please.

Tough break.

My bike!

Look, he's motorized!

Go on!

Get those legs goin'!

My bike!

That's Fran�ois's bike.

Hey, Fran�ois!

Aren't you delivering
American-style? Hurry!

Even the Americans stop
for a drink, don't they?

The Americans...

Fran�ois is making his
deliveries American-style.

Sparks are flying! Here he comes.

That's it, Fran�ois!

You'll be first
across the finish line!

Go, Fran�ois!

That takes the cake!

Fran�ois, stay right behind me.

Come on!

You okay?

Head down!

I guess I lost my head.

You mustn't get so worked up.

I wanted to be fast, but the
Americans get all the glory.

Oh, the Americans
can do as they please,

but they can't make the
crops grow any faster.

Besides, news is rarely good,
so let it take its sweet time.

Well, here I am.

My jacket...

and my bike.

Fran�ois, give us a hand.

I haven't finished my route.

I've still got mail to deliver.

The boy will do it.

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