Original subtitles

Who'd like a portrait?

Who'd like....

Who'd like their portrait... true to life?

Who'd like their portrait?

No thanks, old man.

There you are.

Who'd like their portrait? True...

Who'd like their portrait... true to life?

- Who'd like their portrait? - No thanks.

Praise be to the arts! Sit down, young man.

I'm yours...

Just need a comb.

- Think this is a circus? - It's Taupin.

Sir...

- Lucile. - What?

Over there. It's fantastic, amazing.

- With the beard? - I have an idea.

Again!

Oh! Fulbert Taupin... How much do I owe you?

- 5 francs, Sir. - Just for a beard?

Yes, but what a beard!

Thank you sir.

Thank you. God will reward you.

Nice gesture, Sir. It's so rare these days.

- Me? - Yes you.

Baron Bullourd, of the Bank Bullourde and Company.

Banker?

Miss Lucile, dramatic artist.

She was divine in Shakespeare. Do you recall?

Shakespeare, yes, but not the young lady.

Well this is the time to get to know her.

- Like to do her? - Hardly appropriate!

Ah, youth, temerity!

Dare, old man, dare!

You have a cough?

Obviously, the life of an artist: bohemian, carefree...

No money, nothing to eat, no bed, we cough, and goodbye!

It's just nerves.

Waiter, a beef broth for our friend.

You have a trait which goes straight to my heart.

Mastery.

I've worked in large schools.

And you do the terraces?

In the future.

The future can be seized.

Perhaps, Baron...

...but from time to time, it escapes you.

It's like drawing.

Opposite you have beauty...

a lovely face...

You're dazzled...

You look at your drawing...

and that's not it anymore...

You no longer have self-confidence.

Farewell, Botticelli,

farewell, Raphael.

You'll never be in museums...

Never ever.

So there remains the street.

The street.

This is the lucky field.

Are you struggling?

Finished!

There.

There you are.

50 francs? Oh no, too much Baron, Sir.

No, take it.

The pleasure of having sketched the young lady.

We'll split the difference. 5 francs... okay?

Here's my card. I'll expect you tomorrow at home.

A patron? Are there still patrons?

I will end up believing in God.

Me too, sir.

Oh no!

Hey!

See you tomorrow, dear friend.

Sorry, Sir, this money's fake.

Really?

It's true, there's no doubt.

You got it at the pharmacy? They'll be hearing from me.

I'm sorry, waiter.

That's the wrong pocket.

Yes, what was I thinking?

There you are.

One day it's going to go wrong.

Well, we can't guarantee short-sighted waiters.

Hello, Taupin!

I dreamed of you last night. I was Henry IV, and you were Rubens!

Come in.

- No, I have samples there. - Leave it.

It's my work...

Only the future counts... and I see it as huge.

How much do you earn?

- I... - I'll give you double.

The bad days are over. We're in the process of setting up.

I offer you these walls.

Here, now, will be the place of your exploits.

My exploits?

Good morning.

Good morning.

- Do you know Lucile? - Yes. "Shakespeare."

These walls are waiting for you.

You'll cover them with frescoes, flowers, birds.

- Cats. - "Cats"?

And why not? A zone of freedom!

I see jets of water...

...waterfalls, libraries...

In fact... Versailles!

That's it, "Versailles"...

...inspiration... elegance.

- A train, maybe. - "A train"?

- A train all in trompe-l'oeil. - Why not.

Where are your brushes?

- At home. - You start tomorrow.

- Lucile, are you happy? - Oh yes.

The privilege of artists... you gain the hearts of women.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

Stunning!

Awesome!

Looks like he's going to fly.

Quick, Lucile... we're late.

Yes, I'm coming.

- Hello, Taupin. - Good morning.

Taupin, do you like the theatre?

- She'll be in a comedy? - No, a tragedy.

This is the 1st rehearsal.

A drama?

A magnificent piece, cruel, biting.

The ransom of a mother... 3 acts of heart and soul.

Taupin... wish me luck.

I know what they say in these cases, but would I dare?

But dare, old man, dare!

- I can? - Yes!

- Another time. - Thanks.

Hello, Fulbert.

Hello... Hello, Miss.

Is it a male or a female?

It's very young... we don't know yet.

Let me paint the last feather.

Gladly!

No, you hold your hand like that.

- Like that? - Yes.

But it mustn't shake.

It can only shake when we paint movement by the wind.

But I'm nervous.

Your 3rd act, when you bring your mother's ransom?

The author had a stroke of genius.

A draught picks up my fortune and scatters it around the room.

We claim we touch the audience physically.

That's wonderful.

So, the lovebirds?

I was guiding Miss Lucile's hand.

Guide away, old man, guide away!

Lucile, everything is fine. I've booked them all.

This afternoon, photographer, dressmaker, wig-maker...

- Only one hitch. - Serious?

Catastrophic! The 3rd act banknotes, the ransom.

I got boxes of paper, cards, anything but banknotes.

How stupid!

Taupin, I'm like you... I'm old school.

For me, a banknote is a banknote.

The public must caught in the drama...

...be able to feel the enormous quantity of money that constitutes the ransom...

...and the theatre must be flooded with banknotes...

...and believe it.

- Do you understand, Taupin? - Certainly.

Nothing is ever true enough, that's my motto.

True to life.

Exactly.

You couldn't doodle me a small note of 50,000?

If I had a sample...

Easy.

- Not that pocket. - No? Oh yes.

- Here, for you. - No, it's too much.

Oh, you'll give it back to me.

Especially since it's the last one.

So which one do you think?

- This one. - No, that one.

This one or that one?

This one.

- Is this the real thing? - No, it's fake.

But that's magic, Taupin.

Lucile, kiss the master. Kiss the Grand Wizard.

I need 12,000 like that.

- Do I have to draw 12,000? - You just engrave one for me.

Fine.

And I'll take care of the rest.

Who is it?

Who is it?

Banknotes all finished.

Good. Perfect.

Just a moment.

- Taupin! - Baron?

Would you do me a small favour?

Yes, Baron.

I'd like a box of matches.

Of course. My pleasure.

Come on!

It's screwed up.

But what's he doing?

A bank.

He's going to get us pinched! Quick, the suitcases.

Again? I'm sick of suitcases!

Here, a box of matches and the change.

I'm dividing Paris into 20 districts...

...and each district into sub-districts.

Each of you will work the tobacconists in his sector.

I want matches.

- Big ones? - No, little ones.

One box of matches per banknote.

Gentlemen, these are the last packages.

Tomorrow you'll do the bigger districts.

Oh, Fulbert, roses!

- This is my farewell bouquet. - Already?

Alas, I'm finished.

I painted the whole house.

If you lived The Palace of Versailles...

I'd have been working for the rest of my life.

This house is always open to you.

Oh, you prankster!

That's wonderful. We'll surprise Edmond.

Edmund!

Look, Fulbert's farewell.

Oh, great!

- Baron... - Yes?

One last favour.

More?

I'd like a bath.

Bath?

Yes.

For Miss Lucile's premiere.

Oh, the theatre!

But you'll have a whole row.

Your last fortnight's pay.

No, there's no rush.

Oh, alright.

Good accounts make good friends.

Wait... that's too much.

Well, there it is... I owe you that.

Thank you, Baron.

Lucile...

- Are the police at the tobacconists? - Yes.

- Were you followed? - No.

Quickly...

The real ones, here, the false ones, into the fire.

Come on, get moving!

Quickly!

Lucile, quick, the suitcases.

- Already? - Yes.

- Heading for Madrid. - In Spain?

Bankruptcy here... fortune beyond the Pyrenees.

Great ideas are simple.

Where are you going to get money? At the bank.

Where are you going to drop it off? At the bank.

- Where are you going to change it? - At the bank.

Here's one, it's ours.

- Did you buy it? - Yes. Thanks to notes from Taupin.

The bank, Lucile, is a miraculous breeding-ground.

We put the fake notes in it to get out...

- ...real ones. - You got it!

It's easier than matchboxes.

Lucille, look at this.

TAUPIN GETS PRISON IN PERPETUITY

Oh my God.

Perpetuity.

"Perpetuity" with 2 Ts?

Isn't that unfortunate?

5 years, okay, 20 years, strictly speaking...

but in perpetuity, even with 2 Ts, I won't have it.

Taupin will be there in 8 days.

- "Taupin will be there in 8 days"? - Yes.

How will you get him out?

- I have connections. - They're all in prison.

Exactly.

Taupin, in your place!

- Tomorrow, we spring Taupin. - That dingbat?

It's an order. It comes from above.

- We're springing Taupin. - I don't spring sweethearts.

- So no soup. - Hey...

Tomorrow, we spring Taupin.

Tomorrow...

Thank you sir.

Tomorrow, we spring...

Is there any salt?

- All OK, Taupin? - Yes.

It's full, Sir.

Hey, Taupin!

What are you doing there?

- I'm going home. - You came back?

You have pranksters in your establishment.

I was wrapped up in dirty laundry and...

And... Pretty silly, eh?

Excuse me...

Are you coughing, Taupin?

Do you have a cold, Taupin?

- It's tobacco. - What tobacco?

Taupin... you're coughing, eh?

- I'm irritated. - It's not irritating.

We cough, we spit, and we die.

I'm making a report. Immediate infirmary.

- In bed! - Goodnight, sisters.

They're amazing women.

In what way?

You'll understand later.

Goodnight, sisters.

Come on, my sister.

Gently.

Come on, go for it.

Good evening, Sister.

But officer!

Heaven is our target...

Oh Heaven, oh Heaven above.

Let us all take flight...

But as late tonight as possible

Oh Heaven, oh Heaven above.

So, Taupin, shall we scarper?

So, dingbat... think anyone can walk outta here?

So, cockroach, shall we play creepy-crawlies?

So, spud, are you going to go to Heaven?

In your salutes Lord...

Oh Heaven, oh Heaven above

Before being beautiful

Let's all become better

Could we have a ball, Chief?

I'll get you one.

What's this, gentlemen?

Do you want to let me go?

Warden!

Warden!

Where... Where am I?

With me.

My God, Lucile.

You?

In mourning?

Is the baron dead?

He died for me.

But Lucile, what happened?

He compromised us, he fooled us.

We're his victims.

Oh! When I think that he had me thrown in prison!

No... no...

Don't be selfish, Fulbert. Don't just think about yourself.

Didn't I pull you out of the abyss?

And you don't even say thank you.

Ungrateful.

Oh, was it you?

You who pulled me of that dungeon?

- It was me. - You!

It's you.

Taupin escaped...

It's me!

...from the Sante prison.

The counterfeit king thus becomes...

...the prince of escapees.

He may have been seen on the Brussels express.

All the police of Europe are on high alert.

I'm innocent! I'll go tell them.

No one will believe you.

Brush your teeth...

-Oh no! Oh la la la la!

- So, is it over? - No.

You and I will reveal the truth. Let's run away.

Flee?

If we're seen together, you'll be in trouble.

But we won't be seen... I've planned everything.

How?

As long as you're alive...

...obviously, you'll be in danger.

You don't want me to die, do you?

No, Fulbert, but...

...to pretend.

A little less noise, Fulbert.

Be careful, Felix.

I'm new to the job, Ma'am.

Shit, cops. It's done, we're done.

Keep going, we know what it is.

We'll make your way for you.

Everything's going smoothly. Ma'am.

I assure you, it's very uncomfortable.

We carry you in 1st class and you grumble?

You'll go to the cemetery of Seville, with your ancestors.

- They're at Pere Lachaise. - Careful!

It's absurd... You want me to die.

Look the part in your new identity.

Here are your papers.

You are my deceased husband and your name is Ramon Corales.

"My name was".

Careful!

How long is it going to take? Please stop.

We reach the Spanish border tomorrow.

Careful! No no. I thought I saw something.

You're becoming tiresome, Felix.

You, the deceased, play dead, that's all we ask of you.

Be careful, Fulbert, I'm a widow, but sensitive.

I pinched myself.

A turn to the left.

I'd really appreciate eating something.

- Soon. - Thanks.

Nothing new in political affairs.

We are still on the trail of the forger.

Taupin may have been seen in a cinema in Rotterdam

with a dancer.

Snack stop.

- Full, sir? - Yes, to the brim.

Very good.

- What speed do you do in this? - 120, 130.

- Pretty fast, eh? - It's necessary.

- Twin carburettors? - Yes.

Oversize pistons, overhead cams and the axles staggered.

A Swedish patent.

They're strong, the Swedes.

- Disc brakes? - And bronze valves.

But the best is the suspension.

- Hydraulics? - Helix suspension.

With reinforcement pad.

Those Swedes!

I check the tires?

Yes. An 8 up front, and the same in the back.

Fortunately I'm going on vacation.

Our paths have crossed in difficult circumstances...

...but how good we are already!

- I like twilight. - You too?

How happy I am!

As Mr Geraldy used to say...

...it's in the shadows that hearts talk.

Lower the shade a little.

- You're acquainted? - Slightly.

A sugar? Two sugars?

No, three. Very sweet.

- I sleep better. - You too?

Put away your sugar and climb back in your box.

- Pardon? - Go to sleep.

Good night, Fulbert.

Good night, Lucile.

- Sweet dreams. - Thanks.

The border.

This won't be a pushover.

Hold your tongue, Felix.

It's the tension, Ma'am.

Your papers.

Sir, here are the papers of Mrs Ramon Corales...

...of the car, of the deceased, and of myself.

- Come with me. - Yes.

Are you from Paris?

Yes, Paris.

Pretty, Paris.

Very well fed, housed, rue de la Sante... Perfect.

Mrs Corales, if you would come in for the formalities.

Take my arm.

- Painful duty. - Sir.

Seville is "Sevilla".

I don't understand.

"Morte Parisi Sevilla transfer."

I don't understand.

I'm losing my Latin.

Besides, I did very little.

"Dead transfer Paris Sevilla."

I feel I have to punch someone.

You don't want to be my interpreter, ma'am?

Raymond Vernet, madam, to support you.

- Thank you. - It's a pleasure, Miss.

- "Madam". - Sorry, ma'am, I'm confused.

- Pardon. - Thanks again.

Can I act as your interpreter?

The administration seems to feel a malicious pleasure...

...in prolonging the agony of those in pain.

They'll listen to me.

Your papers.

You are together?

No.

- Transfer? - Yes.

Mrs Corales?

- Ramon Corales? - Yes.

- Your husband was called Raymond? - Yes.

- Like me. - What a coincidence!

Chance does nothing by chance, Madam.

All in order, OK?

Everything is in order, Madam.

Thank you so much.

Death, where is your victory?

Madam, what matters, is life.

It's living, Madam.

It's thinking that the world will turn...

...as long as there are men.

Thank you sir. I don't know how to say thank you.

You say it very well. It's my pleasure Madam.

Open!

I have nothing. My goodwill has limits.

My friend, I am expected.

Late. Appointment. Understand?

Open.

Don't mess everything.

My caps, my dressing gown, my pink shirts.

I had a terrible time packing everything.

There is nothing in this suitcase, nothing.

Wife?

Women.

And that?

It's a suitcase.

Open.

Acrobat.

Every morning.

On your way!

Shit!

It seems I'm lucky.

So, dead, little lady?

- Tired. - I meant the car.

I don't know about it except for this problem.

- Relax, I'll fix it. - Oh no!

So...

- How are you. - Do you have a jack?

Yes.

Hey, a native? Spanish, eh?

Eh?

Spanish?

El jack.

It's like home... they hardly talk. Vamos!

Scram!

Give me that.

Patience, little lady.

And that's it, finished.

Are you sure it will hold?

I did 3 Monte Carlo rallies, so...

Madam, please let me reward this dummy.

He looks to me completely dumbfounded.

Thank you so much.

Say something, you.

Ole, ole, ole!

He's not mute, but he's brave.

What's he saying?

That a man doesn't have to be a wolf to be a man.

Yes.

There you are, Madam. We can go.

- Madam... - What do you want me to do?

Sir! Thank you and goodbye.

Don't worry... I'm not leaving you.

I'll watch over you on your way.

Come, Madam, I'll follow you.

- And me? - You can wait.

Chauffeur, what are you waiting for?

Let's go.

Thanks again, noble Spaniard.

Farewell, caballero!

Stop! Stop! This is it!

- Wow! - What?

They're behind now.

No more Taupin!

Come on, children, come up.

Hurry up. Baudouin, what are you doing?

Felix, there!

- We have to turn around. - So follow me, old man.

Get back in.

No.

- Fulbert, it's for your own good. - No.

- Come on, a good move. - No.

Aren't you happy?

No. I can't put up with this anymore.

I'm worn out.

- What? - Worn out.

- Is this my fault? - Maybe.

- Go back to donkey-riding. - Oh, calm down!

Let him go back to riding the donkey.

Tell me who you prefer.

Don't get on my nerves, Felix.

When I lose my self control I'm not answerable for anything.

Careful... a car!

Who told me to get out?

Oh no, don't do it again. We've fallen behind.

Because of the playboy.

Me, a playboy? Take that back, Felix!

No, I'm talking about the other guy, Vernet.

OK then.

I'm going to teach him a lesson. Hold on tight, Taupin.

The handles are on the outside.

Say, old man, your crate really moves.

Yes, I take the prize.

Bye bye Vernet.

Safe!

Felix, I take back what I said.

You're a master.

At the first hotel, I stop, and goodnight, kiddies.

And me?

We'll find you a place to sleep.

Yes, here you are!

You probably thought you'd lost me.

I said to myself... here she is alone.

- I'll never be alone. - I'll be there.

With my Ramon. His memory is imperishable.

He was an exquisite man.

The dead have all the virtues.

Since you know the formula...

Clever...

- Innkeeper, prepare 2 rooms. - Three.

I already have one.

One for my husband.

Madam, I know that he won't make a sound...

....but it would be something the priest would need to attend to.

He will fix it for you... he will lodge him.

Each to his trade.

Leave it to me... I will fix it.

Are you coming?

Did he suffer?

The roads are not great.

Yet we pay enough taxes.

There you are, Madam.

Hello?

What? Lucile?

What are you doing here? Who? A man?

He may be from the police.

Listen, play the game, delicately, but quickly.

I need cash... and no Taupin, no cash.

Father, I'm going to introduce you to the lady in black.

Yes, black.

Everything is arranged, Madam. The Church is with us.

But...

Hey!

I am innocent! Innocent!

Innocent! Innocent!

Let me go.

- I'm looking for my burial. - Yes Yes!

Let me go!

I am innocent.

Mellamo Concepcion.

Good. Alright. Long live France!

He only ate a toasted sandwich since yesterday evening.

Watch and pray, Madam.

Yes.

- Sir. - But Sir...

I'll stay with you.

Good night.

Long live France!

Watch out, Concepcion!

Paco, mi Paco!

Excuse me, I have a funeral.

Come on.

Say, madam...

I'm starving.

Respect Madam's pain. Lie down.

I'm going to get myself something.

No! Don't leave me alone.

But I'm here.

Leave us. You are not family.

On every trip, Sir, my clients are my family.

Madam, allow me to offer you a sweet...

...which will keep you going.

You keep lollies with you?

Yes. Since infancy, I've always sucked one before falling asleep.

Cheers, Innocent!

Hush! Taupin!

Taupin, are you awake?

I swear to you that I am innocent.

Easy to say "ole".

I'm an escapee.

- I escaped three times. - Very good!

I'm a forger.

I'm a fake corpse.

You hear me?

I'm innocent.

I'm innocent.

- Adios, Innocent! - Goodbye!

Thanks. Here I am.

They've stolen my coffin!

Gosh!

Fulbert!

Lucile, my darling, What is going on?

- I see you're in mourning. - Where were you?

At the wedding!

Were you sleeping, Madam?

Our poor human nature has its requirements.

My God, you're frozen!

Yes, I'd like something.

- A small black. - Yes, black suits you so well.

- I mean coffee. - Yes. Very sweet?

- With a little rum. - That would be nice.

My bag, please.

What was that?

Thanks.

Watch and pray... You'll join us afterwards.

Yes that's it.

What are you doing here?

- Where were you? - At the wedding.

- At the wedding? - Yes. Here, have a cake.

A cake? Where did you get it?

At the wedding.

- You were at the wedding? - Yes.

- You got some nerve. - I feel sleepy.

- You're sleepy? - Yes.

Give me a hand, we'll make your bed.

Just like that...! You were at the wedding?

Yes. And they named me "Innocent".

I danced...

Then I drank manzanilla.

- What? - Manzanilla...

Manzanilla?

Manzanilla.

Manzanille.

A sugar? Two sugars.

Thanks.

Oh, Lucile, your hair.

Well?

I called you Lucile. You can call me Raymond.

I have to do my hair again.

I like this slightly crazy look... a little fuzzy, a little frilly.

Madam, Sir is ready.

He can wait. Go have a drink at the office.

May I, Madam?

Do as you are told.

Madam is flirting.

Allow me to butter your sandwiches.

He butters her sandwiches? He'll stir her coffee.

Let me stir.

What audacity!

I never noticed how close life is to death.

You go to the terminus... whereas I think of the departure.

My dear friend... our paths have crossed...

...and here they merge.

I'll see you to the end of your pain... Count on me.

He's going to offer her his car.

My car is infinitely more comfortable than yours.

There!

I have foam cushions...

...in velvet.

I'll give you velvet!

Thank you, Raymond, but I can't leave Ramon.

He's still there, that jerk.

Yes.

You let him stir your coffee.

You don't catch flies with vinegar.

He has weird ways... buttering your sandwiches.

This was supposed to be an incognito journey.

What was I supposed to do?

Nothing. Exactly nothing.

I'll go the whole hog.

You brake like a hoon!

OK, Mr Monte-Carlo-Rally!

My car's brand new!

It's flimsy...

Mine has more meat!

And you bent my exhaust-pipe.

But again, little lady...

...fate has pushed me towards you.

It pushed you a little too hard.

Can you back up your car?

Step aside, old man, step aside.

There you are, old man.

- How strong you are! - Not too bad.

A this hearse is a mess...

...I no longer ignore your invitation...

...if you'll accept me.

It's my pleasure Madam... make yourself comfortable.

"Night and day, you are the one".

But Madam... Taupin?

It's up to me to play. I'll get rid of him.

Good luck, Madam.

- But Felix, what's going on? - Don't worry, Madame's on the job.

It looks like a boat.

On a wave of the soul.

Well!

Yes, it's me.

- A long time ago? - Last week.

You're superb.

Oh, it's just a photo.

My brakes have gone.

Towing is an art... reflexes, gentleness.

- You have all the qualities. - I try.

Pardon.

It's a slow number. He can’t blame you.

Besides, can he hear? Sorry, did I offend you?

No, not you.

Am I to understand that you weren't happy?

You're strong, you're gallant...

...you're tender.

- Did he make you suffer? - He didn't like anything.

- He was old, ugly. - Say no more, I understand.

There are no more brakes, I'm telling you!

Raymond, as soon as I saw you, I had to hold myself back.

Yes, the family, conventions.

- When the animal is aroused... - Oh yes.

So, such a man!

Go away, leave me alone.

But Lucile...

Take us to a garage... I'm going to go crazy.

Leave off... we aren't allowed...

But Lucile, love...

Yes, love... Later.

I'm ashamed. I mustn't succumb.

- Tonight? - Yes tonight.

- You swear to me? - Yes. I swear.

- Then you'll leave? - But...

- Swear to me. - I swear to you.

We will meet up in 8 days, at the Gare du Nord.

I'll be there, Lucile, at the main entrance.

- It’s getting hot - You're hot?

Look.

- Are you in trouble? - I'm getting hot.

So?

The hearse! The hearse!

- Taupin! - What?

That was it's nickname!

Felix, am I dreaming or are we going backwards?

Felix!

Felix!

No! No!

Ole!

Ole!

My Mustang!

You want to blame the temperature?

- Is Taupin coming soon? - Yes, as expected.

No, they'll be here around 7 am.

I hope.

Prepare his room for him.

Oh, these squawkers piss me off!

Hello? Is that you, Felix? Oh, they piss me off.

Where are you?

A hotel?

A big building with rooms. You know, a hotel.

He'll fit in his box, thanks to the weightlifter.

He's bribing the manager.

The playboy doesn't know that Taupin is a pretend death.

They all sleep with Madam.

A hotel communicates.

I just close my eyes.

If Taupin is not here tomorrow...

...farewell bank, farewell chateau, farewell swimming pool, farewell Felix.

Quickly!

Goodnight.

I should never have been so accommodating.

You can count on our silence.

Good evening Madam.

Room 5?

Over there.

Chauffeurs don't deserve all this shit.

It's okay, it's okay.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

I'm going to freshen up.

What a pain in the neck!

I'm going to clobber him.

Felix is right. That playboy's insufferable.

Please...!

- I'm hungry. - What?

I'd like some sauerkraut.

- Don't move. - Above all, don't move.

- With the works. - Yes yes.

Bring me a garnished sauerkraut.

Miss, a garnished sauerkraut.

Yes, sir.

Miss, some champagne, two glasses. Flutes.

Yes, Sir.

Good evening, chauffeur.

Well what?

Lucile!

Lucile!

Oh Lucile!

But Madam!

Lucile!

Quick. Go back!

Lucile!

No, it's not that way...

Quickly!

My hat.

Lucile.

Lucile!

But Madam!

Hey, for Taupin.

Reverend...

Hang on to it.

Oh no!

Raymond, what a surprise!

Come in quickly.

A finger of champagne, Lucile?

I'm going to get rid of her outfit.

Lucile, do you promise me?

Oh yes. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Room 5. - It's here.

Good heavens... Taupin.

- He's not there. - What?

Lucile, dear Lucile.

Madam!

I don't know anymore.

Lucile!

What's going on, Lucile?

I thought I saw a spider.

Leave it to me to squash that critter.

No, Raymond.

No, Raymond, don't tempt me... Remember our agreement.

Yes, I know, Lucile. In 8 days at the Gare du Nord.

I'll be there.

- But first, do me a favour. - What?

- Let me see you before I leave. - Yes.

See you tomorrow.

- You behave like a... - That's enough. Go to bed!

So...

To bed.

Lucile!

Lucy...

Lucile...

Ah, Lucile, there you are.

This time I'll tell it all... Absolutely everything.

I've had enough of the merry widow.

You carry on like a courtesan!

And with whom, my God? With a weightlifter.

- But... - Shut up!

- But... - Just shut up!

Promise me not to start again.

Lucile, dear Lucile, you know that...

So like that, he was coughing?

Coughing his heart out.

- So the dead man coughs? - Yes. His name was Raymond.

And we stole your suitcases?

And my dumbbells.

- Are you a gymnast? - I'm on holiday.

In a hearse, with a corpse?

I was with his widow.

Really!

She screamed when the rope broke.

You use rope?

Yes. I mean, I used to.

Was he coughing or not? He is dead or not dead?

Yes, but he was coughing.

And the widow?

She was drinking champagne.

- With whom? - With me.

I thought there were two.

- Two dead? - Two widows.

You don't say.

Yes.

- So he was coughing. - And calling me a courtesan.

My word!

- Do I look like a courtesan? - Who knows.

I did everything for her, I even stirred he coffee.

You stirred?

Yes. And in the chapel, I held hands.

- With the corpse? - No, the widow.

It was before fixing the meeting at the Gare du Nord.

Trains now!

I was overheating... It was coming out of the hood.

I see.

When she turned on the slow number, I got a feeling.

Yes, so do I.

- Hello. - Hello.

- If you don't mind... - Sorry.

Hello, doctor?

"Hello, doctor?"

Don't interrupt.

Hello, doctor?

It's not worth the bother.. He's dead.

- How was he coughing? - Like this...

- Oh! - Or rather like this...

No, exactly like this...

That time I got it. Goodbye, Superintendent.

- But really, gentlemen... - This is not a taxi!

My dear Taupin.

At last you're here.

Here you are, dear friend...

...and in a palanquin, like a prince from One Thousand and One Nights.

How are you? And you, Lucile?

Put me down.

Lucile! Lucile, what's going on?

It's an ambush... a trap!

You betrayed me. You're his accomplice.

No, not his accomplice, his victim.

Coward!

I'll explain...

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Your innocence...

Lose that word.

Innocence in your mouth is like roses in a sewer.

Loathsome thug! Maniac!

- You're a drainpipe. - What?

A void.

A spineless wimp!

That all?

I get banged around, while Sir sleeps in a feather bed.

Oh no, stop, enough, basta!

Your innocence, dear friend...

Will burst.

It will fall on you like the sword of Damocles...

...like an unbearable sun.

You'll see... and then...

Fulbert! Fulbert!

No, don't hold me back. beautiful bird, sweet friend.

I get angry.

Where are you going?

To find the law.

The only path, the good path, the right path...

The path you made me leave, the path to confession.

Farewell, Lucile.

He's getting away... Do something!

Do what? But wait...

Fulbert! Fulbert!

And... and the Baron?

Together, he won't be able to do anything against us.

Nothing?

Let's tell him the truth.

Baron, Lucile and I...

I know everything. I've seen everything.

You can do what I didn't know how to do...

Love Lucile... make her happy.

I'm going to throw myself into the arms of the law, the police.

I'll say anything to prove your innocence.

Farewell, Taupin.

My bag.

There you are, Baron.

Farewell... victor.

Edmond! Fulbert.

Is there something I can do for you, Baron?

No. Thanks.

Taupin, my heart is giving up.

One last service... Call the police.

Ask for 22.

I'll tell everything. I'll excuse you.

- Go on... 22. - Thank you, Baron.

Hello? Hello? Give me 22.

The cable's cut.

Hello? 22?

- It doesn't respond. - Then everything's against me.

I make a gesture, only to be denied.

Nietzsche said... The man who has remorse...

...is the same as the dog that bites a stone.

"When the gods fill your plate, don't spit in it."

Too late.

Oh no, not that!

We must act!

No! No!

Once again, you saved my life.

I'll save you in spite of yourself.

In the immensity of the Pacific Ocean, an island.

And this island is your innocence.

- My innocence? - Yes.

What's its name?

Isle aux Rats. "Mouse Island".

- And it's my innocence? - Better... your glory.

- My glory? - Yes.

I buy the island, 100,000 dollars, I get rid of the rats for 300,000.

- That's a bit expensive. - Think so?

What do you offer?

Maybe with some tomcats...

Perfect.

Bingo! The place is clean, one year later...

I build the radiant city. Cost... 800,000 dollars.

Buildings, dancing, sports, car park...

3 years later, it will have become an earthly paradise.

- We'll live there without money. - Without money?

All by free exchange.

Harmony, equality.

Equality fraternity... but that was a dream!

No more starvation, golden socialism.

"Golden socialism"? I see it...

Even chamber pots are gold.

As in Versailles!

Thanks to you, to your work, to your golden hand.

In 3 years, I will have refunded the counterfeit notes.

- The counterfeit notes? - The ones you're going to draw.

- Me? - Yes.

And your innocence bursts into the eyes of the world.

No!

Finally!

Don't thank me.

Here are the boulevards, the squares, your museum.

My museum?

Do you already hear the marching bands parading in Taupin Street?

In my street?

From now on, Taupin is no longer an innocent...

...but a benefactor.

Aren't you burning with impatience?

Why didn't you say so earlier?

All in good time.

We start with notes of 100 pesetas.

Why not 1000? It would go faster.

That's wonderful.

You are saved.

We are saved. Bravo, Taupin.

Doesn't "Pesetas" have two Ts?

No, not two.

See yourself. "Pesetas".

"Pesetas"!

That's wonderful.

It's very little.

It's a masterpiece, don't play the innocent.

And now to the bank.

Lucile, kiss him, he deserves it.

They annoy me, those.

I risk losing my control.

Me too, they annoy me.

Felix! Felix!

Take away those squawkers... I don't want to see them anymore.

- What do you want me to do with them? - A pie.

"Not good"! "Not good"!

My bank is somehow a suction and pressure pump.

I suck money from outside, fresh money...

..and I eject Taupin's notes. Profit: 100 per cent.

Exchange, in a word. The perfect exchange.

Yes, little guy.

Hey!

- Come on. - Oh, I'm good.

I'll make you forget the past.

Why? You're all my memories.

What will you do later?

I will think of you and I will be happy.

What if I go with you?

- You leaving? - No, I'm coming.

I have great news:

I'm giving a masked ball in honour of the Ile aux Rats...

And from the Radiant City...

...you will be the hero of the evening.

Don't I have to prove my innocence first?

At a masked ball, Taupin, innocence is a false nose.

Good morning sir.

I want a bunch of flowers for my 20th wedding anniversary.

You wear them very well.

Would you like carnations?

Are those your favorite flowers?

Naughty! Naughty!

Give me three dozen.

Taupin! Taupin!

Did you teach them to talk?

No, I bought them like that, at the bird market.

At the bird market?

Taupin, Taupin...

Taupin. - Taupin! Taupin!

-Good. Let's resume. Over to you, Coco. Taupin! Taupin!

Taupin!

Note.

Your turn now. A small effort.

Speak.

Pesetas. Pesetas.

Note.

Taupin! Baron!

Champagne, fruit drink, lemonade,

pear wine.

Beef broth.

- Come on, Fulbert. - No.

There's nothing to be scared of. It's a masked ball.

- No. - I'm asking you.

No.

Because you don't have a costume? There are some left over.

No.

Fulbert, I put this dress back on in your honour, in remembrance.

Thank you, but I don't want to get noticed.

Honey, I'm waiting for you.

Honey, the costumes are near the entrance.

"Honey"?

She called me "honey".

It's over, yes?

Put me on the 7 to the 2 and 3 to 6.

Good idea. and 8 to 5.

And now, it's now or never.

Stay calm... Pay no attention.

We don't look like anything.

- Taupin! - Innocent!

- Baron! - Pesetas!

- Not good! - At the bank!

"Taupin", "innocent", "baron", "pesetas", "not good", "the bank"?

"Pesetas", "not good"...

"Pesetas", "not good", "the bank"!

Cold drinks...

...mineral water, banana juice...

Gentlemen...

speed, discretion, see without being seen.

Execution.

Where's Lucile?

She is dancing with the Admiral.

Beer, fruit juice, sparkling water.

- Where's Lucile? - She is dancing with the Admiral.

Lucile?

Lucile!

Oh, there you are!

You look superb.

My very dear friends, I have great news for you.

How are you, Taupin?

Get out, Taupin. Every man for himself.

We're cooked.

- But the Isle aux Rats? - Wake up.

Flee, I have your back.

You are the only one in whom I trust.

I'm for prison.

No!

Por favor!

Por favor!

Gentlemen...

Well, this is it.

Lucile?

It's not my fault.

Vamos.

Let's go.

But Fulbert...

But Fulbert...

Later.

Let's go.

Let's go, let's go.

But Fulbert!

Forward!

Sorry.

Deliver me, Fulbert.

I lost the key.

We’ll spend the night together?

Not the night, madam, our lives.

Subtitles by FatPlank