All language subtitles for Sous le ciel de Paris-1951

UNDER THE SKY OF PARIS

UNDER THE SKY OF PARIS
FLOWS THE SEINE

Heart of Paris
For who are you beating?

For those riding a coach?

Those rising early
Those staying up late

Those dreaming or those working?

You're sleeping along with the Seine

You're beating for those in love

Often beat up
Always smitten

Listen to the heart of Paris!

Stash your tune away
and be quiet, dear.

Paris is sleeping.

Paris is sleeping
in the Seine's arms.

For the 800,000th time, maybe.

These two are something.

The Loire is quiet pretty, though.

Anyway.

Paris is sleeping.

And Parisians are dreaming.

From Belleville to Bagatelle,
from the Butte-aux-Cailles to Passy.

From the Place de la Nation
to the Opera, et cetera, et cetera.

Parisians.

They have no idea.

They have no idea that meanwhile,
Fate has something for them,

and is honing her wheel.

That she's going hither and thither,

pointing out those
who will be on Fate duty tomorrow,

those whose destiny will be sealed
within the next 24 hours,

and whose ways,
hitherto diverging or parallel,

will meet all of a sudden,

intertwining, merging
until they are only one.

Let's follow her!
it's her round.

Fate, she fixes everything up.

Everything but this.

The pearl-gray dawn
is beyond her grasp.

She can't do anything
for or against her.

The sun rises.

The comedy begins.

Curtain!

That old player,
that hopeless night reveler,

the alley cat
went through every trash can.

They are his night clubs.

He's telling his amorous exploits

to the cats held jealously prisoner
by the old lady from the 6th floor.

She loves her cats so much,
the old lady from the 6th floor.

Fate takes us there,
in the outskirts.

The plant is on a silence
and stillness diet.

What's up?

Two weeks ago,
machines were running fine,

there was roaring,
quivering, banging, it was alive!

Now something struck it still.
By a strike.

ll only look a bit of unwillingness,
a lot of misunderstanding, and there:

no settlement, but a sit-down strike.

The wheel is spinning.

For who?

For Hermenault Jules.

A peaceful man,
he was in two wars.

He likes it when ifs quiet,
he's got four kids.

All of them married,
except the youngest.

He also sports a good mug,
with many worries behind.

Without this damn strike,
he could have rested on his Saturday.

What a life!

He would have been fishing
with his friend Lambollé Etienne,

another guy from Menilmuche.

Ménilmonlanl, where blue flowers
grow between cobbles.

Ménilmontant:
your turf, Chevalier Maurice.

Your song, Trenet Charles.

Your dog, Lambollé Etienne.

Lambollé (Etienne,
Fatty to his friends.

Sees himself as a fisherman,
but fishes see him coming.

They have fun watching him fishing.

Lambollé, gudgeon buffoon.

Lambollé, a nice guy...

without a destiny.

In Montmartre,
birds are talking about the news

and the sun rises late,
like a“ Montmartrians.

After all, better stay in bed

than getting up
when everybody's sleeping.

Rue de I'Abreuvoir, silence says plainly
what sleeping is about.

Don't wake up
the tenants of this house.

All of them artists!

1st floor: the Tibules, tap dancers
with Freddie on drums.

2nd floor: French Canaan familiar,
Emmanuel from the Concerts Lamoureux.

In the lofts over the courtyard
are painters and ballet masters. Here...

So I! is today that
Mathias the sculptor knows his star,

whether lucky or unlucky.

Tossing up for your star...

To know... to know...

To know if you're talented,
and why you're tormented,

and how you're distressed.

He's someone, Mathias.

But who?

Are these faces he kneads
the face of his soul?

Fate flees from our question,
she darts across Paris

and we catch up with her
on Rue Mouffetard.

This is the time when Malingret,
king of greengrocers,

is coming cheerfully home
from Les Halles.

With the gorgeous Romaine
and the disdainful Chicory,

pretty strawberries and nice cherries,
cherries here, cherries there!

Oh, sorry.
I just can't help it.

Back up there,
up under the roofs,

with the cats
of the old lady from the 6th floor.

Let's listen to her.

If I could feed you
only with fresh air,

everything would be fine.

Bu! 2 liters of milk...

That's 64 francs.

And it'll be two weeks
before I get my pension.

I'll find these 64 francs for you lot.

Just wait for a bit.

Yes, yes...

I know.

I'm hungry, too.

But I won't eat if you don't.

I promise.

I'll get it for my hungry babes.

I'll be back.
Here I go.

That's some funny times we live in,
leek costs almost as much as asparagus.

Honestly!

Would you have something for my pets?

Do your cats like salad?

Would you have 64 francs to give?

Sorry, Miss Perrier, but your bill
has been adding up for a while now.

Excuse me.

Poor lady.

That old crackpot and her cats.
She's a pain in the neck.

Ain't there anything
more interesting than cats?

Well? The plant livens up.

As papers might say: funnily enough,
it's always the same who go on strikes.

It's funny indeed...

You never see the board of directors

go on a blotters strike

and stop work to claim
an increase in capital.

Seems your blow-out
is done for, Pops.

- Looks like it.
- That's some time to party!

- What for?
- His 25th wedding anniversary.

25 years?
You're not easily put off, are you?

The strike's going on because of him,

since he knows how much
his party's gonna cost!

- Hermenault, your kid's at the gate.
- Is he?

- Hi, Dad.
- Hello, lad.

Well?

It's a dead-end, negotiations failed
and the strike is going on.

No...

- It was due to stop this morning.
- Well it's not.

That's mean.

What about the meal
ordered a! Milou's?

We'll have to tell him it won't do.

Why the long face?

I'm kinda mad.
Especially when I think of...

- What?
- The gifts.

Mum's been dreaming
of a sewing machine for 7 years.

We'll give it to her tomorrow.

That's not the same.

- I'll go and cancel, then?
- That's it.

- And I'll tell the others.
- All right.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, lad.

Hey Dauber,
you're not on strike are ya?

Lambollé, followed by his master,

is going to get hooked by fishes.

Do you mind?
That's my job.

I'm sorry.

Hold it tight, you squint-eyed!
Can't you see I'm gonna fall?

B... B?

That'd be old Brépian
who passed away.

Eighty-eight is not that old...

It's the midwife!

Well, that makes things even.

One has lived, the other is going to.

Neither suspects what awaits them.

Bu! here, we have hope.

We have hope in all languages,
O University!

We hope in English,

Swedish,

Spanish,

Armenian,

Chinese,

German,
and Japanese.

Here, we fraternize.

Here, the universe does not cringe.

And man proves that
he's made to live in society.

We weren't so sure.

It's your turn, Georges Forestier!

George Forestier,
temporary intern at the Hotel-Du.

A brilliant subject,
subject to shyness

He can lose it over anything.

He has already missed three times
the infamous entrance examination.

Today is his last chance,
no wonder he's so stressed out.

He wants to get there so much.

Get there.

He got here in a station like this,
on a day like this.

Georges Forestier.

Nice girl!
No wonder Fate noticed her.

First glimpse of Paris for...

Denise Lambert.

Denise Lambert,
20 years and 6 days old.

Fresh from her province,
unconscious and graceful,

with her pretty face
and bagfuls of smiles.

And a headful
of little preconceived ideas.

Denise is coming.

Taxi!

She'll get over it.

Please try me lady,
I haven't had a single customer yet.

But this is my friend Denise!

You know me?

Everybody knows you!

Give me your stuff.

Gosh!

Where are we going, Miss Denise?

13, quai de la Tournelle.

Go, Kazoo!

Nice horse you have there.

You bet!
He's a race horse.

Baron de Rothschild gave it to me
because he had frostbites.

The baron?

No, Kazoo.
So he gave it to me.

That's wonderful.

This kind of things
only happen in Paris.

Certainly.

Here we are.

13.
A lucky number!

- What do I owe you?
- For you, 120 francs, Miss Denise.

Miss, listen to me!

Don't mind him Miss,

he's a nutcase.

- Pardon?
- He's struck in the head.

Different strokes, eh?

- Everyone's happy in Paris!
- Oh yes!

You're late, Mr. Georges Forestier,
you're late!

I took the wrong subway.
My head has left me.

Hey, do you think acute leukemia
can come up at the exam?

- What?
- Acute leukemia.

I didn't look into it.

- If it ever comes up...
- Don't stress it.

Can you stand in for me tonight?

- There's a reception I have to go to.
- Tonight?

What, aren't you 100% intern
from tonight on?

- You think so?
- You dolt.

All right.

Good grief!

Good grief!

Officer!

Officer!

- What's going on?
- Here, in the water...

There's a cor...

Hurry UP!

Something's in the water!
Damn!

Look at this!

- What are you on about?
- That's unbelievable! I never...

Here, in the water. Look!

There's a co...
A corpse floating by.

Indeed, there are
some strange passers-by in Paris.

Don't you like my lettuce, cutie?

How come it's 20 bucks more
than elsewhere?

Before bitching,
just look at the quality of that stuff.

- Not counting the bonus.
- What bonus?

- How about this?
- Stuff it!

Maybe you'd want roses for that price?

My slate? - And my potatoes?
- Coming!

I dunno where it is.

- Was that 5 kilos?
- Yes.

So you took it?
And what about school?

You'll be late again.

Ach, kids and business...

- Get out of here, poison!
- I'm taking my bag!

That's not its place. Skedaddle!

Always getting in the way!

And don't bother coming back
if you get the same marks as last time.

Got it?

- Poor thing.
- It's the awkward age.

Colette!
Wait a sec.

On your way back,
buy me 2 liters of milk.

Yes mom.

- Here's 64 francs, don't lose it.
- Yes mom.

Let's just help
this poor old Miss Perrier.

Sure, they're only cats...

but men have no heart,
they just don'! understand.

Sir!
Back off, no one's going there.

- Hello.
- Inspector.

- I'm the one who found her.
- Enough.

- Stay away!
- Seems like it's the same guy.

That's the third one we find
with a slit throat this year.

Back off, please! Back!

Who is Mathias?

Shall Hake off my blouse?

No, no... Just show your shoulders.

Who is Mathias?

Maybe these girls could tell us,
those who used to mock his clumsiness.

or his social inability.

She might have told us, the one
who was found with her throat slit.

Pose.

- Leave.
- What?

I won't work anymore today.

Thanks.

- Shall I come back tomorrow?
- No. I'll call you.

Bye.

Now Mathias is alone.

Alone in his night.
Alone with his demons and delusions.

The strike... of course, the strike!

Still, we're missing out
on a nice party.

We don't have fun that often.

And now the gifts are a no-go.

We've been waiting for two years!

The silver wedding is screwed up.

It wasn't worth saving up.

Here's Eugéne, hello!

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Look, we're all going at it.
- Come and take a whiff.

You're gonna eat
some damn good meat pie.

- You can throw it in the canal.
- What's up?

The strike's not over.
They have to stay there.

Serious?

What are we doing with all this?

Lobsters spoil fast.

We'll have to pay for it.

No...

That'd be such a waste.

Wait, I have an idea.

We can still fix this up.

Look...
Here's what we're gonna do.

Say what you want
but when you see this,

you realize how much
you wasted time in the country.

- Darn...
- What is it?

My tights got a run in.

And that's my last pair.

Choose a pair in my case,
I've got every color!

Did you save up or what?

I've sold enough of it
to get discounts.

In the rig ht corner.

That's some surprise,
I thought you were 800km away!

I made my mind in one day.

- I left everything.
- And your parents?

I left a note.

I think they got it by now.

What are you going to do?

Paris isn't Saint-Raphaél.

I'm not worried about work.
Paris is made for window dressers.

Some important people told me.

They must have meant it
as they gave me their address

and letters of recommendation.

And I've got other letters.

Nothing to do with business.

I know who from.

You know?

Oh no, that's impossible.

- These are from Armand.
- Armand?

- The one who's studying An.
- That's not him.

You're going to wear this?

Yes.

You know,
Armand really cares about you.

Yeah, he's nice.

What about you? Got someone?

Georges.

Still Georges.

He's a good man.

- Did he make it yet?
- Make it?

- Yeah, you told me...
- Well, he hasn't made it.

You know he's studying
at the hospital?

He went three times through the exams.

It's his last chance today.

- Oh, he's going to pass...
- Of course he's going to pass!

Don't you question it.

I'm not!
Why are you upset?

I'm not upset...

It's such a shame,
for such a good man like him.

He fails every single year,
and no one knows why.

- Must be the nerves.
- I don't know.

Today's his last chance,
he has to pass.

Is internship that important?

It's the starting point
of great doctor and surgeon careers.

- If he fails today, it'll be awful.
- Damn, you sure don't have it easy.

I had lots of occasions
to live the life, as you say.

But my life with Georges
is exciting in its own way.

Of course, you love him.

That's it.
You summed it up perfectly,

using a word
you know nothing about.

- Me?
-Yes, you!

- I don't know what love is?
- Not yet.

If you read the letters in my case...

This isn't important.

What matters is that tonight
Georges Forestier will be a doctor.

Fever, it depends,
sometimes I have it sometimes I don't.

It hurts the more on my left side,

and it goes down in my leg
when I'm tired.

Here is a patient who illustrates
what I said about hypochondrium tumors.

And when it comes to pissing,
let me tell you that's something.

Some days I don't even dare to
because it burns so much.

That's no! funny.

In all likelihood,
there is a renal mass on the left.

Let's say
this actually is an enlarged kidney.

What do you do?

A phenol... sulfonphthalein...

- And...
- Just begin

by checking azotemia and constants.

Anyway, you'll do the checkup later,

then order an operation if needed
and make a prognosis.

What else?

- To make a diagnosis?
- A cytoscopy.

The doctor from my insurance
told me it had to do with cystic!

Of course you know it!

Don't forget
you'll be an intern by tonight.

The 36 is ready,

we removed his bandage.
- I'm coming.

- Can I?
- Yes, go on.

By the way, I have to go myself.
Evrard, take care of it.

Goodbye, and don't worry.

- Sir?
- What's up with Forestier?

It's the exam, of course.

He's been waiting
to be called for three months, in vain.

- He's stressed out.
- He'll pass today, it's the last day.

It's the 4th and last time,
if he fails he's done.

That'd be a shame.
This boy is extremely skilled.

He was a great help
for that hysterectomy yesterday.

Compress.

Do the bandage.

Forestier,
I want to keep you here, you know.

Yeah, I've been there before,
it was a nightmare.

But no more of that this afternoon.
Only energy and calm.

I'll be there.

Thank you, Sir.

- Did you win already or what?
- You think so?

Please don't start again.

Or forget about being a doctor
and get yourself cured.

You're bordering on craziness.

Where would you be now
if you hadn't been nominated?

- Treating rheumatism in some suburb?
- It's not about me, but you're right.

But this time
Berthelin's on your side.

If you mess up, rely on him.

- Lumbar puncture for 37, Sir.
- Coming. Cheer up!

What about your studies?

I'll graduate
in Eastern Languages this year.

How typical of you!
What use will it be to speak Chinese?

- I have to make a call.
- The letters?

- Yes, the letters.
- I expect you tonight.

- What about tonight?
- We're celebrating Georges' success.

- You're really sure of that?
- Go and make your call, silly.

Here's my boss.

- Your boss?
- I pose for fashion photos.

Is that a job?

And a well-paid one:
3,000 F a shooting.

Unfortunately, it's not everyday.
But it comes in handy.

Forget it, this is my round.

Don't pay for a hotel,
you'll sleep at my flat. See you!

See this chick?
She caught Powells' eye.

Does Powells from New York
ring a bell?

Do you know
what they're giving to this chick?

That's me!

That's the photo I shot in Versailles.

Guess what Powells offers you?

500$ a week, 2 years contract.

Is it Mr. Maximilien's?

I have no appointment.

Don't wake him up,
I'll call back later.

Who was this girl at the café?

A girl from back home.
We were raised together.

- Yeah?
- She arrived this morning.

- Does she like it here?
- It's all fun and games.

You should hear her about Paris,
it's madness!

She's right, Paris is nice.

- What's wrong with you, blockhead?
- Shut up, asshole!

Quiet!

I muted this scene
out of respect for you.

You should hear them,
it's an all-out logorrhea:

“Son of this“, "son of that",
"go this yourself“... Anyway.

"You"- Enough.

They can't watch their language,

can'! keep what's on their minds
for themselves,

while meters are counting time

and people swear without counting,
but the customer is paying.

In the end,
this is neither big nor small deal,

that's just the job.

The world is for some people
like a crowded desert,

and the old lady from the 6th floor
gained nothing

from all the walking she did
since this morning.

64 francs, Sir!
I need 64 francs.

I'm sorry Miss,
bu! I've only got 1000 notes. Sorry.

Excuse me.

Would you have 64 francs to give?
It's for my cats.

Cats?
While there are kids who have nothing?

I don't have kids, Madam.
I have cats.

Well, come back
when you have kids.

I don't care about cats.

Excuse me.

"When you have kids"!

At 71 years old!
It's about time.

In Paris, as old as its streets,
Denise is strolling around.

Is she looking for the past?

Old houses, old monuments.

"Mrs. de Balthazar,
chiromancy, cartomancy... "

No, not the past,
she's looking for the future!

Well, my child,
what the Tarots just said

is completely confirmed
by what I'm reading in your palm.

That is, for you, and soon,

love, wealth,

and fame.

This is one of the most
incredible hands I ever saw.

Love, wealth and fame?

The greatest love a woman can get.

And you'll be rich...
Most likely a very wealthy man.

And you're going to meet fame.

You'll be famous, well remembered.

Does...

Does love...

come from the person I'm thinking of?

For this, child,
I need to consult the crystal.

But I have
a lot of appointments today.

Please, Madam.
I'll pay the price you want.

Very well.

Rest your hands on the ball.

No, here.

Stay focused.

How strange!

This sudden fortune is overwhelming.

Do you have some heritage coming?

A very wealthy relative,
very old, sick?

No.

Where does this money come from?

- Do you have a lottery ticket?
- No, Madam.

Well, you have to buy one, today.

One which ends with a 7.
That's essential.

And the fame I was telling you about
is linked to this sudden wealth.

Although in an unclear way.

But I see your face is the papers.

You'll be held up
as some sort of example.

And love?

If you want me to tell you
if that's the one you think,

I need something
which belongs to this person.

- Or something he has written.
- I have letters.

I'm relying on graphology,
which is an exact science.

I must tell you I was a window dresser
in a great hotel in Saint-Raphaél.

There was a lot of people
and some customers were...

Well, were very nice to me.

He's one of them.

He started to send passionate letters
more and more often.

At first I didn't remember him,

then he mentioned
a conversation we had.

I think he's a tall,
dark-haired, very handsome guy.

We've been writing to each others
for almost a year.

This man is obviously sincere.

He will most likely be
the love of your life.

Did he tell you what his job is?

Not an artist?

No, more like a manufacturer.

You must be careful about artists.

I see one who is harmful.

You must fear two things:

artists and knives.

So, when will my scissors be ready?

Never, they broke
when I sharpened them.

You funny guy!
There they are.

How much is it?

50 bucks and a kiss.

Here's your money,
for the kiss you can dream on.

Women, eh?

Price's the same for you, Sir.

What, is that too much?

No.

The knife-grinder
is honing his wheel too.

His job is like a child's game.

And being a schoolgirl
is a quite boring and ungrateful job

when your grades are bad.

Her report card is full of zeros,

might as well rip it off
since it amounts to nothing.

But Father Malingret has good eyes,

and if he ever eyeballs you
with his good eyes...

"If you get the same marks as last week
don't bother coming back. "

What is she supposed to do?

She just won't go home.

Hey, skittle head!

- You don't say hello anymore?
- Hi, Pirate.

- That's one hell of a face!
- I've had bad grades.

- Who gives a crap?
- I'm gonna be beaten up.

And my parents said I wasn't to go home
if I had another zero.

Well don't!
Since they agree, don't sweat it.

- I don't have another home.
- Dumbass!

Come live with me, my dad's away
and I can do whatever I want.

Don't go home, that'll teach 'em.

Come on!

Let's fix some grub first.

I make the best snacks.

If they ask,
just say you were invited.

Sit down.

Here, kid, have some red stuff.
It kills the blues.

I never drink plain wine.

That's why you're down.
Come on, drink this down.

- What are you doing this afternoon?
- Dunno.

- You'll come with me.
- Where?

In Australia.

- Where's that?
- Don't worry, I know the way.

- Got some geography book in there?
- Yes, here.

Here's Australia.

- It's not far.
- Of course it's not!

- There are snakes there.
- They won't mess with me.

- Know my name, don't you?
- Yes, Pirate.

See?

Australia!

That's quite tempting for a little girl
who never left her neighborhood.

But isn't adventure
everywhere in Paris?

These passersby would tell you
it sometimes looks like pretty girls.

Everyone, pose!

Hold it.

Watch out!

One, two, three!
All right.

Mrs Elbey, get it ready,
I'm having a break with Marie-Thérése.

- Yes, Sir.
- Tell them to change clothes.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

Right.
Just a second, please.

- Highlight the bracelet.
- Count on me.

Wait a second...

- Come on, come on.
- Here. Thanks.

Did you think about America?

500$ a week,
that's big money you know.

Not mentioning all possibilities.

I'm definitely going.

Maybe we could go together,
you wouldn't be alone.

Is that noon?
Won't we stop for lunch?

What about the light?

Let's hurry up then,
I have to make a phone call.

Your doctor again?

Do whatever you want, but you're going
to miss a big chance because of him.

Think about it.
We're leaving next week.

This one won't say no.

She's so good-looking
and nicely dressed.

And these jewels... She'll understand.

Sorry to bother you, Miss.

Would you have 64 francs to give?

- 64 francs?
- Yes.

I'm sorry, Madam, I can't.

Excuse me.

Phone for you, Sir.

- What?
- Someone on the phone for you.

- What time is it?
- Past noon.

Here.

Is that you, Doctor?

How are you, Honey?

Yes, I can imagine.

Look, I can'! have lunch with you.

They want to make the most of the sun
and we're far from finished.

Don't be so sad, I'll find a way.

You know I need these 2000 francs.

You don't have to say it Honey,
I want to see you!

I have to see you before the exam.

Where is it?

Necker Hospital? 2 o'clock?

I'll be there at 5 to 2 pm.
See you at the gate.

This time, you're going to pass.

No, don't be negative.

If I see you, you'll pass easily,

and since I'm going to see you,
it goes without saying.

Got it, Honey?

Repeat after me.

Tonight, me, Georges Forestier,

will be an intern.

Love you.

Bon appétit, gentlemen!

Thanks.

Civil servants, office clerks,

builders, salesmen and typists
are picnicking,

thinking about
how good it is to be at home.

Because Paris is indeed a great home.

This one isn't at home anywhere,
and his universe is elsewhere.

Well, Lise?

What are you doing? Hurry up!

Lise...

I've heard this name somewhere.

0h, yeah...

She reminds me
of André Salmon's Little Lise.

“Little Lise lays in a trunk
in the checkroom"

“And the Man is waiting
for his receipt to be signed"

"on a pink piece of paper"

“How bitter the absinthe
he drank at the station café was"

“He polluted his cigar with the blood
his hands were tinted with"

of course,
a strike is a serious business.

Still, a silver wedding!

Fortunately,
resourcefulness is still a thing.

What's this?

That's my kids!

Why don't we sit here,
Mrs. Hermenault?

You reckon that's okay?

- Gotta be close to the gate.
- Let's unpack then,

the trunk will do as a table.
Come on!

What are you doing?

Lunch. It's my folks' silver wedding,
but the old man's stuck at the plant.

We were to do it at my bistro,
but he couldn't because of the strike.

So I'm delivering.

Hi Dad!

- You're all here, kids?
- Happy anniversary, Granddad!

- Happy anniversary, Dad.
- Thanks, girl.

- Happy anniversary, old man!
- Happy anniversary, hen.

You're here too, what a surprise!

- Happy anniversary to my in-law!
- Thanks, boy.

Oh, you're here too?

- You've brought the grub I see?
- Yeah!

- Where are you gonna eat this?
- Here!

You won't be fine here!

Don't be silly!

Plus, that's an emergency:
we can't let these perishables spoil.

Don't you think
your chow-down's out of place?

Today of all days!

Well, I wonder...

I think your colleague is right,
seeing the circumstances...

Wouldn't it be better there,
on the bank?

Your dad can join you there.

- I can't go out.
- Why couldn't you?

- Go, you'll come back after.
- You think so?

- We're wrapping up then?
- I'll join you there.

What is it, Officer?

- There, where are you going?
- We're playing music to the workers.

Indeed, Paris is nice and lenient.

He's lived for so long.

Seven hills, 24 bridges,

and who knows how many deadly sins.

Paris is still fine-looking.
The older he gets, the better he is.

Just wait and see how young he'll be
2000 years from now.

Also, Paris is crowded
with pretty girls.

Love, wealth, fame...
She finds it perfectly natural.

Don't be afraid, ladies and gents,
there only are good things here!

Come closer, Miss!

Look at the hit from the Paris Fair
and the Colonial Exposition!

Look my studious student

bringing home his stock
of scientific and literary knowledge!

Miss, the draw is for tonight,
try your luck.

Do you have a ticket
ending with a 7?

- A tenth?
- No, the whole.

- That's 1720 francs.
- Yes.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Here, Miss. Good luck.

She wrote in her notebook:
"Armand. Bar. Quai Malaquais. "

Well, the Quai is here.

So is the bar.

Here thunders a long-haired bunch,

and you can hear,
thrown to surprised passersby,

oaths, shouts and swearwords:
"Bouguereau, Whatsit,

Picasso!"

This is where Armand is,

waiting for her since he was a child.

I actually think
I'm giving him great credit

by putting my work
besides his daub.

You can't possibly compare our methods
of working the coloring material.

You patter and I gash.

Like day and night, right Armand?

I don't care about his opinion!

Mr. Armand Mestre
is just an architect assistant.

A mere fence embellisher!

Let Armand speak.

I won't say the word
so you don't lose your appetite, but...

it is.

The view of outsiders matters!

- Miss, what do you think of this?
- Me?

Miss Denise!

- Have you been here for long?
- I just arrived.

- Will you eat with me?
- The billsticker's fiancée!

- Miss Denise, about my...
- She's under my protection,

I won't let you show her obscenities.

Obscenities?
It's a religious subject!

My opinion is all about moderation.

That guy's a wreck!

Why did they call you a billsticker?

I just made some posters
with some success.

Thanks to you.

- Me?
- You didn't see them?

- What?
- You'll see.

You'll understand that
the one and only source of inspiration

is love.

I'll soon make it, Nisou.

No more waiting,
we just have to get the papers.

Isn't Paris wonderful?

What's wrong?

When you mentioned marriage
in your letters,

what did I answer?

I put it down
to the famous prudery of young girls.

Armand, I don't want to get married.

I don't want to get married...

with you.

You still having lunch with me?

Of course.

I want to explain it to you.

A layman would tell you
this is the Pont Neuf,

which as its name suggests
is the oldest bridge in Paris.

Appearance! Trifle!

Poets and children know
this is the port of illusions,

the great Adventure Avenue,

whence Buffalo Bill and Robinson
sailed away,

along with Passepartout
and Capt. Grant's children,

Fantomas and Rouletabille.

The Leeward Islands,
the Pampas and Arizona are there,

at the far end on the left.

- Damn!
- What?

- Paris is beautiful.
- I'm fed up with it! Too small.

Still, it's beautiful.

- Don't you ever go out?
- If you're in the trade, you can't.

Is your dad's boat like this?

Way better than this.

It's a pirate ship
done over as a Dutch brigantine.

- What for?
- Opium smuggling.

Let's go down.

Pirate, wait!
Don't leave me alone!

Whatcha doin'?

Coming!

HELP FOR THE ELDERLY

You have to eat here, Madam.

- Please take a plate.
- It's for my cats.

This place is for the elderly.

My cats are old.

Excuse me.

Won't you eat?

No, thanks.

Not without my cats.

She's got some nerve!

That's for sure!
Some people are weird.

Here is some music!

- Hello, you want us to play something?
- Sure!

Ladies and gentlemen!

Just a minute.
Ladies and gentlemen!

It is with sincere emotion...

All right.

Ladies, gents, you can'! stay here.

What's up?

Can't you see? The Republican Guard
is going to evacuate the plant.

Right now?

No idea, but we've been ordered
to clear the area.

- That takes the cake!
- Damn...

Man, can't get luckier than this.

- What are we gonna do?
- Why don't we go farther?

- How will I get back in?
- The street is going to be blocked.

Then I'll go back now,
I can't let the guys down.

We'll bring the lot to your place.

If we can't have lunch,
we'll have dinner.

Maybe it'll be over by then.

Well, then.

Gimme a hand wrapping it up.

Come on guys!

Careful, don'! break the plates.

- Oh, my!
- Damn.

What is it?

Your sewing machine, Mom.
It was supposed to be a surprise.

- It's so pretty!
- There's also a coat for Dad.

The Hell is this?

That's leather!

It's damn nice.

I'll put it on right now.

Gorgeous!

Hurry up, ladies and gents, hurry up!

- See you tonight.
- Yes, bye.

- I hope there won't be any problem.
- Of course not.

See you tonight. Bye, kids!

Come on, hurry up!

Everyone aboard!

You coming or what?

We'll get out of the port
with the subsidiary motor,

then we'll hoist the jib,
the Wind's with us.

Here, grab the spyglass and watch
if there aren't any frigates coming.

What I told you earlier
is important, you know.

You don't seem to care
but America is America!

Thanks for pointing it out.

Eating junk in low-class restaurants
and cooking eggs on a spirit stove,

you like it?

Running around all day long,
all yearlong after some 100 francs...

Do you realize there...

What time is it?

- 5 to 2.
- Gotta go.

- What's wrong?
- I promised to go at Necker.

Come on, he can wait a bit,
he'll understand.

At her,
like you want to tell her a secret.

Smile, you look like
you just buried your whole family!

- I've the sun in my face!
- We'll put a shade on it.

Here.

Did you comb your hair with snails?

- I'll take a cab, I'll be right back.
- Just a minute.

When you want something...

- Mrs Elbey?
- Yes?

Let them finish their sandwiches,
I'll be back in a moment. .

Where are you going?
Necker is Rue de Sévres, over there!

- I'll miss him!
- You wanna go fast?

3 past 2, right on.
Go.

- Thanks, it's too late.
- Just go, silly.

Marcel Bertrand.

Arnaud Monfils.

Jacques Lavoie.

Pierre Malbert.

Georges Forestier.

Roland Charbonneau.

What's wrong?

- I almost missed you.
- I knew you'd make it.

You're gonna pass, right?
It's so important to you.

Since two seconds,
I know what's the most important.

Don't be silly.

- Are you ready?
- I am now.

- See you tonight.
- Tonight.

We'll celebrate.

I'm telling you this because
I don't have anyone else to talk to.

We've known each other since forever.

And we like each other.

Yes.

You know, our love...

was a small kind of love.

A fancy approved by our families.

- It's not...
- The greatest love a woman can get.

Maybe.

What about these letters,
What do you think?

I think this gentleman
has a lot of free time.

Jealous.

I mean... Do you think he's sincere?

If I tell you no,
what will you call me?

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

I didn't want to hurt you.

Thanks.

I know...

I'm only thinking about me
and I've been a coward,

but it's so good to feel loved.

Of course.

I have to phone him.

Over there.

Miss!

Beware of artists.

- I'm working for you!
- Leave me alone.

He's waiting for me.

Here's my address.

If... Well, if you ever need me.

Friends?

- What's up? Been cuckolded?
- Through the mail.

That's way more serious!

Serious? In Paris?
Are you kidding?

Paris, Paris, stay covered!

And keep your roofs over your head.

Without these domes,
you would be doomed.

Paris without slates...
What state would I end in?

Under a patinated sky,
here's the Place des Vosges.

And this haunted man
attached to his shadow is Matthias.

- My sleeve.
- Pardon?

My sleeve.

What's wrong?

Help!
Murder!

- What's wrong?
- He's got a knife!

Bastard!

Stop this guy!

Where has he gone?

Do you read Criminal'?

What criminal?

It's a weekly paper.

Stuffed with great stories.

This week is about the Cooping Cooper.

What does the cooping cooper do?

This guy
drives a truck full of barrels,

whenever he sees kids
he coops them up in barrels

and brings them home.

- What for?
- They'll say next week.

But it must be to eat them.

Here, go on the fo'c'sle.

Were going to berth
and explore Mauritania.

Come on!

- Aren't there any coopers here?
- No.

Bu! there are ostriches.

Are ostriches nice?

They're birds
ten times bigger than you.

They can crush your head
with a single blow.

- Well I'm not going out.
- Dummy. You fear everything?

I don't want to have my head crushed.

Okay, I'll make a U-turn
since you're scared of ostriches.

Let's go to the Canary Islands.

Shit! 300 questions!

I skipped four, you can be sure
it's gonna be one of these.

Georges Forestier.

The questions are on the table.

CLINICAL SYMPTOMS AND TREATMENT
OF ADDISON'S DISEASE

DIAGNOSIS OF PEPTIC
ULCER PERFORATION

You have ten minutes.

Your turn, Mr. Forestier.

Mr. Forestier, you can speak.

Clinical symptoms
and treatments of Addison's disease.

The disease to which Addison
gave his name in mid-19th century

in most often related to tuberculosis
and supra-renal capsules.

Not only is it of historical relevance
because it was one of the first

infections of endocrine glands
to be described...

It now gained...

because of
recent and lightning progress of...

of endocrinology...

and knowledge of corticosteroids...

which we're now able to synthesize,

an prominent position
in modem pathology.

We...

We'll choose as an example...

the form of Addison's disease observed

most often
during pulmonary tuberculosis,

mostly fibrous,

some times observed
during osseous or renal tuberculosis,

or any other location...

or any other location.

Mostly appearing with young males.

The beginning of Addison's disease...

is generally the most insidious.

Starting with asthenia and anorexia,

it's firs! considered as common.

It may be after months...

and years...

It is only when these signs
are especially intense...

when pigmentation appears...

that the patient comes.

Asthenia, digestive disorder
and high blood pressure...

No! I mean low blood pressure.

Pigmentation,

asthenia,

digestive disorder
and low blood pressure

are foolproof signs
of an addisonian crisis.

Asthenia is...

No, no... I mean, pigmentation

is widespread.

I mean, localized.

Localized almost everywhere.

No!

I mean, localized in the mouth.
And...

Also, pigmentation
stands on the skin...

on exposed areas...

areas normally pigmented...

"If you're seasick,
better stay at home",

like the song says.

- Is that Australia?
- Yep, that's the port of Vera Cruz.

- Are we getting out?
- Do you speak Australian?

- No.
- Then what would you do in Australia?

You meanie!
You never want to do what I want!

I'm the sole master on board
under God.

I wanna get out!

Wanna get out?

Get out, then.

Come on!

Hey, where are you going?

You wanted to go ashore, stay there!

Pirate, don't leave me here!

I'm fed up with you.

- You're not my type anyway.
- Pirate, don't leave me here!

Mr. Maximilien, please.

Mom, that's the lady
who already came thrice.

He still hasn't come back, Miss.

If it's important,
you can find him at the Tuileries.

- The Tuileries?
- Yes, in the garden.

He's usually there in the afternoon.
- Is he?

Thanks a lot, Madam.

Denise?

Mr. Maximilien!

I almost passed without seeing you,
yet you're the one I was looking for.

- When did you arrive in Paris?
- I arrived this morning.

Sorry if I'm not standing up,
but I can't.

Are you unwell?

Yes.

That's what I thought when
you didn't answer my last two letters.

Sit down, Denise.

How long will you be in Paris?

I plan to stay here.

Have you gotten worse?

No.

You don't seem happy to see me.

I am sorry, Denise,
but what I have to say today...

is terribly hard for me
and so disappointing for you...

Do you remember one of my letters

where I mentioned a trip to Italy?

Yes.

Well, during this trip...

I was in a plane crash.

The consequences
were more serious than I thought.

The reason
I didn't tell you about this

is because
I didn't want to make you sad...

and above all
I didn't want to lose you.

Lose me?
I don't understand.

How can I say it?

These last months were hard for me.

You see...

In my milieu,
people get easily bored

of the company of disabled people.

Yes, Denise.

Disabled.

At least,
I still had something in my solitude.

The great, deeply sincere love
I have for you.

Yes, when I knew happiness
would be impossible between us,

I should have told you
the truth right away, but...

I couldn't.

No, I couldn't,
every time I wrote to you I wanted to,

but backed up.

Every single one of my letters
became a moral fraud...

and every project we made,
a cowardly act.

There.

Now you know
how much I lacked courage

and loyalty.

But you're being treated,
you're gonna heal.

No, Denise.

I've known for 6 months
that it's out of the question.

And I quite badly used
my remaining faculties:

thinking,

and writing.

It's time to go home, Sir.

A minute, please.

It can't be!

I just can't realize
what you're saying.

Disabled?

Permanently.

You don't believe it?

Then I owe you
a pretty humiliating show.

Louis,

when you're ready.

Yes, Sir.

Farewell, Denise.

Let's go.

Very good picture of you, Miss Denise.

MY FRIEND DENISE
ONLY SMILES FOR SURPRISE

Where are you going?

- Gotta talk with my dad.
- It's not the right moment lad, go!

Hey, please!

Can you call my father?
Hermenault.

What?

- What's up, laddie?
- Everything's set at Milou's.

Mom asks
when you think you'll be there.

It's not up to me, lad.

They mentioned nine o'clock,
but you never know.

Just start,
I'll come as soon as I can.

Bye, Dad.

Bye, bunny.

Goddammit, silly brat!

Why the Hell you're sneaking here?
Want me to put you in a barrel?

Want me to put you in a barrel?

You're hiding too?

What are you doing here?

I saw the Cooping Cooper.

Did you?

You're right.

You have to be careful
of the Cooping Cooper.

- Why did you take your shoes off?
- My feet hurt.

You've got a hole in your sock.

Your mom's gonna scold you.

I have no mom.

What are you doing then?

I sew my socks myself.

Don't you prick your fingers?

Yes.

But if I prick my finger too much,
I replace it.

I can unscrew my fingers.

What? You're kidding!

No, I'm serious!

Look.

How do you do this?

- Show me.
- That way.

See? You cheated!

- You're not a cooper, are you?
- No.

- Do you like kids?
- Yes.

But they shouldn't grow up.

- What was that?
- They're locking the gates up.

We mustn't get ourselves locked up.

Come, you have to go home.

What if the cooper sees us?

He can do nothing
against the two of us.

- Do you know the name of your street?
- Yes, it's the Rue Mouffetard.

I'll walk you there.

A bit later, and you were jailed up
until tomorrow morning.

Listen. I can't go with you.

Just cross the bridge
and follow the bank this way.

You'll get at
the Jardin des Plantes, after...

I know, it's not far from home.

Hurry up, then.
And be careful when crossing the road.

Bye, Sir.

Maybe everything isn't lost for Mathias.

Maybe everything is still possible.

Maybe this little girl
brought him calm and security.

Le! night come on bells end the day
The days go by.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm running on empty.

- Why don't you row?
- I don't have any oar.

Well, leaving full of illusions is nice,
but better leave with a full tank.

Denise Lambert
has been in Paris for 12 hours.

12 hours only,

and she already got that love
is better dreamed of than felt,

and that heart is not a bare necessity.

- Sorry hen, did you wait?
- I've just arrived? What's the news?

Here, help me grab the key.

Did he pass? Are the results out?

Not officially,
but I trust my intuition.

Put the light on.

Talking about intuition, I should
have known better than trusting mine.

So, what happened?
How was your day?

When I left this morning,
I first went to a clairvoyant.

Quite a good start.

Gaby gave my the address
and told me it was amazing.

I was anxious to know
if he was waiting for me.

You know Gaby is crazy.
What did this crook told you?

She read my hands,
the crystal ball and the handwriting.

How lucky!

Apparently, all agreed that
I would soon gain love, wealth and fame.

That's all?
Just have to wait, then.

The greatest love one can get.

- Seems she was right.
- What are you talking about?

It's an impossible love,
I'm too young to bind myself...

Anyway, let's not talk about it.

Well, I hope wealth fixed that up
the minute after.

I'll see later,
I bought a lottery ticket.

You're something!

Rue Mouffetard,
behind Saint-Médard Church,

the whole neighborhood is in turmoil.
Can you imagine?

An 8 years-old child!
Little Malingret, you know?

Colette?
Yes, she's missing since this morning.

Unbelievable!
Unbelievable you say?

With all these maniacs!
This is all because of war!

With all these atom bombs,
the world's upside down!

Life doesn't amount to much.

- That's Colette!
- Miss Perrier.

What are you doing here?

I'm scared of going home,
Dad's gonna beat me!

I be! they sent you on an errand

and you lost the money.

Right? Is that so?

No, I still have my 64 francs, here.

You still have your 64 francs?

Keep that money.

Keep it tight.

- Since when are you gone?
- Well, since noon.

Go home.

They'll be happy to see you.

They won't beat you.

Come.

Come on. Knock.

Stronger!

- What is it?
- It's me.

It's her!

- God damn, she'll regret this!
- Don't be afraid. Go!

Poor kids!

Poor kids...

It's not my fault.

I walked...

and walked...

But no one understands.

No one.

You should have seen it.

Even with lots of jewels on them!

There's nothing to do...

Nothing.

Calm down.

Line up three abreast!

Group 2, line up! March!

Captain, someone for you.

Stop.

- You brought back the union guy?
- Yes, Captain.

- So?
- I've got news for my comrades,

can you wait till I speak to them?
- Fine, go.

Open up guys, it's me!

Hi.

- What's up?
- I think it's gonna be settled.

Better that way.

Listen to me!

We've just obtained satisfaction
on some grounds,

I suggest we leave in calm
and get back to work tomorrow!

- You okay with this?
- Satisfaction on what grounds?

Hermenault, you're finally
gonna have your blow-out eh?

You bet, that's lucky!

A quick pedaling
and I'll be there for the aperitif.

My light's out.

- Forget it, gotta dash.
- Don't mess up your leather!

Don't worry!

I phoned Necker.

They left long ago
but he didn't show up at the Hotel-Dieu.

Where can he be?

What are you doing here?

Well, I brought champagne
all the same.

All the same?

What, don't you know?
The exam went horribly wrong.

- How do you know?
- He phoned the faculty.

Do you understand?

Anyway, there's still
the SS Ile de France leaving in 5 days.

Why should I care?

500$ a week, a Z-years contract,
why should she care?

Where can he be?

He must feel terrible.
I hope he...

Maybe I'll check at Lucien's, but
what if he comes back when I'm gone?

- I'll go.
- Not you.

- You want me to go?
- It's not that far,

but you're supposed to see Armand?
- I've got time.

I'll point you the way.
You take a right...

- Tired?
- Not at all.

- You don't look well.
- I'm recovering from some illness.

That's the lot of party animals.

It's not that.

It was a nervous illness.

That's terrible.
A cousin of mine died from epilepsy.

Nothing to do with it.

What are you doing tonight?

Dancing.

Are you waiting someone?

We're always waiting someone.

What you're saying is true.

Me... I'm been waiting someone
for a very long time.

This person...

- I'd like it if it were you.
- Yeah? You fancy me, then.

Why don't we try to speak seriously?

Certainly.
Léon, get me some mint cordial.

I suffered a lot from loneliness...

and my first attempts to escape it
were not very lucky.

But I feel in you

something different from
what I met up until now.

Peacefulness...

balance...

You bet I know where I set foot in.
You can ask anyone.

They say:
"Mado? She's far from nuts!"

That's what I like about you,
this sort of poetic roughness.

But I'm not rough!

Maybe I look like it,
but it's quite the opposite.

Do you want to stay with me tonight?

Why not? If you pay for it.

Hey. Mado?

- May I?
- Not tonight, I'm occupied.

Well, Mr. high-strung?
Lost your tongue?

If I'm holding up, it's not really
because of the job you're doing,

but the disgusting way you do it.

Hey, you can't bawl people out
just because you're broke!

- Come on, no fuss.
- He's triggering me!

He's mad because
I told him he looked sick.

If I hadn't been polite,
I'd told him he looks like shit!

You do!

Can you believe it?

I'll give you poetic roughness!

Mathias is alone, again.

Alone, as a sleepwalker
on the edge of a pit cave.

Alone in Paris.

Paris, deeper than the woods...

Paris, clad with tiny gray fogs...

The Paris of capital executions“...

The Paris of stray dogs...

Paris, where night has its way...

Paris, where steps echo
as in dead cities.

Help! Help! Murder!

A woman is being murdered!

Stop him!
Stop him, he killed a woman!

Slit throat. She's dead.

Hermenault Jules. Foundry worker.

A lottery ticket...

Here's her ID.

Denise Lambert,
Rue des Bains, Saint-Raphaél, Var.

I repeat...

I'll tell the precinct.

Winning number of...

Hey, up there!
Tum that radio down!

- Say, did you see Forestier?
- No, Sir.

What the Hell is he doing?

Did it go wrong?

Poor guy...

Don't lose heart, nothing's lost.

- You'll be a top-notch doctor.
- Yeah...

- Everything's over.
- It's not.

- Where have you been?
- I walked around the streets.

- You saw Marie-Thérése?
- So she knows she went with a loser?

You know, I've been waiting you.
I was supposed to go to the reception.

I'm not even a substitute here anymore.
I even failed that.

After all, go.
I'd rather spend my last night here.

- What do you mean?
- Go, you're already late.

Right.

I'll come back
once I'm finished with the dinner.

I'll take your temperature.
You're the sickest person here.

- Have fun.
- I certainly won't.

- Want anything, Mr. Forestier?
- I'm not hungry.

- Is Mr. Evrard still here?
- He just left.

Go help Simoni,
they brought an injured man in.

Come on, you'll finish later.

- What is it?
- The man has been shot.

- Is Vermoelen the doctor on call?
- I think so.

Record 2774.

He was shot near the heart,
he's bleeding buckets.

We must give him
a transfusion for now.

Hello?

Is that Mr. Vermoelen?

An emergency. Coming?

- Do I X-ray him?
- Yes, he's coming.

Shut up now!
We're not gonna screw this up.

Don't say a word when he comes in,
then we start the song!

- What's it, again?
- Come on, you scatterbrain!

Okay, one more time. Ready?

It's the Hermenaults'' silver wedding

Jules and Marguerite Hermenault

It's the Hermenaults' silver wedding

if there ain't booze we'll drink syrup

What?

- A bicycle, it's him!
- Hold on!

Careful! Ready?

Mrs. Hermenault?

There.

- Mrs. Hermenault?
- It's me.

Your husband has been injured,
he was taken to the Hotel-Dieu.

- Is it serious?
- I don't have details,

I only know he's at the hospital.

Goodnight everyone.

Let's go there!

Let's drop the kids at home.

Miss Perrier, it's me.
Mrs. Malingret.

I wanted to thank you for my kid.

It's pitch-black!

The power has been cut off,
and I don't any petrol left.

I brought some milk for your cats,
and some meat.

Thanks!

See, kids?
You were being mean,

but they didn't forget about you.

This damn kid was supposed
to bring it at noon.

Instead, she's been walking around
God knows where!

Her dad is furious.

Can't be surprised,
we were like dead all day long.

She won't say where she was!

She's talking about a pirate!
Ever seen one around here?

What did you do
with that pirate of yours?

He wanted me
to smuggle ostriches in coops.

Listen to this.
They drove that child stupid.

Boy, were they hungry!
Poor pets.

We heard them meowing all day.

The pericardium area.

That's where the bullet is.

Blood pressure is 8. 6.
His pulse is 120.

It's getting weak.

Blood pressure is 6.
Pulse is 140

It's useless to go on.

What is Vermoelen doing?

- He should have arrived 15' ago.
- He said he'd take a cab at once.

Maybe he had an accident?

Blood pressure is 6.

I can't measure his pulse anymore.

- I'll perform the operation.
- That's impossible!

I'll do it.
Endotracheal tube.

He's already dead.

Not yet,
but he will if don't act at once.

- You're going to kill him.
- You said he was dead.

You cannot...
You're not experienced enough!

I've assisted Berthelin a dozen times,
don't worry about my experience.

Sorry, I can't let you.
It's against regulations.

You'd rather have him die properly?

- How dare you?
- Give me a break.

He put the bullet out,
but the heart keeps stopping.

Over here.

Look.

Adrenalin.

I'll massage his heart.

That won't do, pal.
We can do better than this.

"A young surgeon's masterstroke",
that's dull as Hell.

Instead, write...

"Kicked out of the entrance exam
the very same day, "

"George Forestier
brings a dead man to life. "

- Is that the front page?
- No, I've got it too...

"Arrived the morning
from her provincial town, "

"Denise"... No.

“My Friend Denise meets wealth
and death on the same day. "

And the subhead...

"Rue des Oursins's slit-throat beauty

"had the winning ticket
for the National Lottery. "

40 millions.
- It's the same case.

I don't care. Why content myself
with one scoop if I can have two?

Hand me the photos.

A YOUNG SURGEON'S MASTERSTROKE

MY FRIEND DENISE
MEETS WEALTH AND DEATH

Well...

Mrs de Balthazar
was almost right, then.

Love, wealth...

A love that was missed,
a wealth already turned into a heritage.

As for fame...

A news in brief kind of fame,
tucked in one corner of the front page,

with a subhead in italics.

A subject of conversation for the day.

Over there, at the Hotel-Dieu,
a heart started beating again.

His heartbeat is like
the pulse of this great city.

From Belleville to Bagatelle,
from the Butte-aux-Cailles to Passy.

From the Place de la Nation
to the Opera, etc, etc,

life will resume with all its heart.

Dawn is already here.

Fate is already playing
for those who will lose or win.

There, in Ménilmontant, Lambollé,

our friend Lambollé, Fatty to friends,
up at the crack of dawn,

is going to fish with his gun dog.

You!

Quiet!

This one heart,
when he's beating

You hear him all over the world

If this heart was to stop

Tell me then if Earth
would keep on spinning

Heart of Paris
For who are you beating?

For those riding a coach?

Those rising early
Those staying up late

Those dreaming or those working?

You're sleeping along with the Seine

You're beating for those in love

Often beat up
Always smitten

Listen to the heart of Paris!

Subtitles: JohnnyP (aka Shiloh)

Timing and editing for the DVD
by neverever