Original subtitles

This film was restored by PATHÉ in 2015

This film is the original version

as conceived by Julien Duvivier and Charles Spaak

THEY WERE FIVE

On my name day, like today, I'd love to get flowers.

Mountains of flowers.

So many that there would be nowhere to put them.

I mean genuine flowers.

That make your head spin.

For rich kids like us, flowers only grow in graveyards.

- Any presents? - A dress from Grandma.

And your boyfriend?

I didn't ask him, he's broke.

I'd love a powder compact.

What's your boyfriend like?

I've seen him. Dark eyes and a singsong voice.

A singsong voice?

Is his name really Gonzalez?

It's Mario. He's from Barcelona.

Those Italians!

They have gold in their eyes.

Barcelona isn't in Italy.

- Where is it? - In Portugal.

Will he marry you?

Do all Portuguese have pink-soled feet?

They're dark, they're real men.

I don't like fair men. Too bland.

We all know blonds aren't men.

- Your boyfriend? - Is that Mario?

I bet he has a gift for you.

A powder compact?

Hello.

You're early, I'm not done yet.

I had to warn you. The police are on to me again.

- Are you sure? - I overheard them.

They asked the boss about me.

I got out just in time.

- I can't go back to my hotel. - What will you do?

No idea. I haven't a cent.

- It's tough. - I'd like to help you.

If Jean and Charles can't help me this time...

We'll see.

Ask at the café opposite the King of England Hotel.

They'll know where I'm hiding.

Goodbye.

I've had it up to here, mister! And I'm being polite.

I've had it up to here, mister! And I'm being polite.

This isn't a hotel, it's a stable.

No, not a stable, a pigsty!

If His Majesty could see it!

Feel free to try elsewhere.

No, my buddies and I stay put.

You've taken us for a ride.

- You don't pay the fare. - We're jobless.

You're all the same.

You too. Unemployment is no excuse.

You admit it? He admits it.

Expecting free lodging for ever?

I'm out of work, I stay.

- Hello, Mrs. Pain. - Hello, Mr. Jean.

Must we wait till Christmas for clean towels?

No cash no towels!

Unlike you, we wash occasionally.

Give the lady some clean towels, right now.

Get lost!

You're good at that. Very good.

Being unemployed was never a childhood dream for us.

We know you layabouts!

Lazy bums who pray they won't find work.

Pig.

This will all change, Mr. Berteau. You hear?

You'll unblock my sink.

Replace my window panes.

- Give me some money. - Play another tune.

Sweep out my room. And clean the stairs,

scrub the walls,

change my sheets as they stink.

Leave the lights on till 10 p.m.

- This is my place. - Tough. It's disgusting.

Exactly. It's disgusting!

A voice from heaven! Slob!

I'll have you all evicted.

I'll see you all in jail!

Big deal.

- Lazy louts! - Shut up, old man.

- You scared me. - What are you doing here?

I don't know where to go.

If you or Charles could hide me.

- Broke? - It wouldn't matter.

But the police are on my tail.

Thanks to your political activities in Spain.

It's not the moment to ask the landlord for a favor.

Let's talk to Charles and Raymond in the café.

Come on.

Veal tongue vinaigrette, 2.75. Beef tenderloin, 3.50.

Today's Special mutton and bean stew, 3.25.

I'm serving salt marsh lamb

with a fresh tomato sauce.

Sounds more ritzy.

Here's your menu, boss.

A work of art.

Take a look. Nice work?

He's good with his hands.

With everything, Miss...

Here, Miss, pick a card.

- No thanks. - I'll show you a trick.

Have a good look. Now put it back in the deck.

Here we go.

1, 2, 3... The 8 of hearts. Your card, right?

No, it was the jack of hearts.

You're terrific. Never mind. Next time.

Don't look so gloomy.

What's up? Depressed?

Make an effort. Money doesn't grow on trees.

It's not about money.

- I saw Gina again. - Who's Gina?

- You know. My wife. - Sure.

We broke up a year ago. Seeing her again...

Knocked me sideways.

She down and out?

No, she's well dressed.

Better than in my day.

A good buddy is worth any of those fancy dames, don't worry.

I'm not worried.

Women are fine short term.

You see one, you like her.

You sweet-talk her... Bingo!

Then it's "Bye, baby."

You bet!

And me, I...

Mind if I sit down?

Your grandma's looking for you.

You're a gentleman.

That's not all, guys.

The police are on to Mario. We have to put him up.

They're bastards.

Hunting him like a killer.

I was chased out of Spain, Holland, Germany,

and now France. Where can I go?

Stay with us.

Bad timing, I chewed out the landlord.

How about Huguette's?

Not much of a name day gift.

It's her name day?

Yes, and I'm broke.

Damn, we didn't think.

We must give her something.

I'll buy her some flowers.

I have an idea!

Make a phone call.

- To who? - Anyone.

- What for? - Don't worry.

Get the patron out the way, say the phone's on the blink.

Any better?

Boss, the phone's dead.

What's up now?

- There. - Thank you.

A camera!

A locket or binoculars. "First class" goods!

A powder compact!

Let's try for it.

You pull this way, you that way. Go!

C'mon, pull!

It's a piece of cake!

Like I say, a piece of cake.

Gently, fellas...

The powder compact!

Another one!

What number did you want?

Fontenay-sous-Bois 4.

Hello, Miss?

We asked for Fontenay-sous-Bois 4.

What? I'm on the line?

- You're through, it's simple. - Hello? Rosny-sous-Bois?

What? It's not Rosny?

- It's a mistake. - A mistake? You wanted Fontenay.

Not at all. Rosny.

Damn, we were doing so well. Look out!

Lady Luck is on your side!

Drinks are on me.

Huguette!

Miss Huguette, happy name day. May I?

One for me.

Me too!

A nut case!

Dear Huguette,

this is from us.

It's beautiful.

And it rings.

I'll keep it by my bedside.

This is from me.

What is it?

An eraser. I know... it's not much.

I wanted to give you a camera.

But it didn't happen.

It'll be useful though, for mistakes.

Thank you, it's lovely.

Here's mine. You can't always get what you want. A razor.

For you when we're married.

You see!

That's it.

A powder compact...

What's with her?

What's wrong?

You're all sweet.

You're too kind. If you only knew...

And Mario, who has nowhere to sleep tonight.

Don't worry, kid.

Cheer up.

He can share my room.

The power is cut at 9 p.m.

We'll go back after.

Once we're in, it's a cinch.

No one enters my room, not even a broom!

- Who's there? - The Three Musketeers.

For how many points?

The candle will last till 4000.

Mario deals.

You and me, Charlot. Try to hit the jackpot.

I've never been lucky.

You promised not to shout.

I'll feel good here.

If you get bored, you can breed spiders.

The janitor hasn't been here for three weeks.

Hearts, want 'em or not?

I'm thinking of the cop outside your door.

Spades.

I'd be finished without you.

Is this a radio show?

Cards and love demand silence, or the pleasure's lost.

Charlot, I play the 9.

And I take your 9.

You've blown it again.

- Hearts. - Shut up.

Your playing stinks!

- You made me forget my tierce. - On purpose!

When you're that dumb, you shoot marbles or go into politics.

But stay away from cards!

Don't shout. Tonight we keep a low profile.

I'm not shouting!

I take the king.

I'll have the queen.

Stop yelling.

I'm just politely sharing my views.

Get it? Peabrain!

I don't feel like playing cards.

Freedom is a precious thing.

What a pain.

This is the King of England.

What?

We're like rats in a tunnel.

Like blind men.

It's depressing, I'm going to bed.

Where's the door?

Where the hell's the door?

Dealing with the authorities confuses me.

It's a dog's life, Charlot.

I'm not sleepy and I haven't eaten. I want to see!

- What's going on? - Hide.

- Is it for me? - Sure it is.

C'mon. Hide here.

I'll check it out.

Lock the door.

Open the door, it's me.

It's Mr. Berteau!

I've brought you clean sheets and towels.

It's a trap.

I owe you an apology, you're decent fellows.

I want us to get along.

He's sleepwalking.

Open up.

Go to bed, you've got typhoid fever.

Tintin, it's you!

Listen, my friend, you remember the lottery...

Well, your ticket... my ticket...

We won! I won and you won! We both won!

- What's this about? - Don't you remember?

You guys bought a tenth of my ticket!

A tenth, yes.

Well, my friend, it was the winning number!

- The national lottery? - Yes. Look!

Here's the bubbly. Believe me now?

You've won 100,000 francs!

Don't kid me.

Kid you? Here, take a look.

The winning number and a tenth is for you.

It's true! Holy Jesus and Mary!

Oh, my God!

Open up, Jean! It's me, Tintin!

Open up and get ready for this!

We won 100,000 francs!

- I said 100,000... - Jean! 20,000 each.

- Our tenth won the lottery! - No kidding?

Here comes the bubbly.

- What do you say? - You've been drinking again.

Jean! Didn't you hear him? Unbelievable!

10 times 10,000 francs!

20 times 5,000!

- Charles, give me the ticket. - The ticket?

I don't have it.

Jean, have you got it?

- What? - The ticket.

Are you nuts? You've lost it?

You can't do this to us...

Find the ticket!

It must be in my cubby.

I only have one glass and three cups here.

Are you a mental case?

I'm a millionaire!

Who's this?

Just dropped by!

A friend of a friend is a friend of ours.

Gobsmacked?

Let's drink a toast!

Back off! Winners first!

To your love life, kid. Down the hatch!

I found it!

I've got it!

To the high life, caviar and fancy dames!

Here it is, guys.

Yep, that's the number!

To France, to love, to Léon Gambetta!

And to us!

We have to tell Huguette.

Sure. I'll be right back with her.

Wake up our friends. Get 'em over.

Wake up! Get up!

We won the lottery! Bubbly's on Jean. Come on!

- Did I win? - No, I did.

What the hell do I care?

Wake up! Come quick!

Get up! Move it if you're thirsty!

Bring the women and kids, we'll all have a drink.

We won!

Get some more bubbly.

How many bottles?

I don't know. A dozen.

- Will there be enough? - Yes. They've gone through a lot.

Mr. Jacques! Did your trip go well?

Didn't sell a thing.

- Need some help? - No thanks.

- What's up? - Good news.

Congratulations!

Come up, drinks for everyone.

What did you do to win?

You need a good eye and a nose for the number.

- What's up? - They won the lottery, 100,000 francs.

Over here, Mimile!

Knock this back!

It'll tickle your nostrils!

You'll have your first hangover!

What do you plan to do now?

I'd like a Westminster chiming clock.

I've wanted one for 20 years!

Back to the country for me.

All I want is a little carpentry shop.

Get yourself a girl first. With silk stockings.

- What's she got that we don't? - Nothing. But it's firmer!

Hey, Jacques! Make way for Rothschild.

You won 20,000. You're rich!

I'll be able to go to Canada!

Goodbye, Paris! So long, trouble!

Trust me, I won the Paris-Le Havre bike race 17 years ago.

Who's gonna buy himself a pedlar's van? Tintin!

You're the driver,

you loaf, you serve the customer in his home.

Take it from old Tintin, life is a bowl of cherries!

Let me speak!

Silence!

Silence!

Ladies and gents, I was sent here by the Prefect.

Exactly. The Prefect!

I'm blotto but it won't stop me doing my duty.

My duty is to drink the health of the wi...

The wi... the winners...

Cheers!

- You'll marry this year. - Thanks.

How wonderful!

My heart's pounding.

- You hurried over too fast. - Oh, no.

And I'll say with all my heart...

and I'll drink too.

And I'll say with all my heart...

All together now:

When a singer has sung well

When a singer has sung well

We must drink, drink

Drink his health!

So much fear and joy in one day.

- You've had a happy day. - I always do with you.

Because you're strong and brave.

Because I love you.

Don't say that.

Yes, as I love you.

It's... Sorry...

No, I'm the oldest.

Say, Charles, I'm used to it.

- Gently. - Careful.

My bag!

Don't play with the dough.

Guys, our shoes are in a bad way.

How about some patent leather derbies? Urgent.

OK.

Pretty stylish.

That's enough. Just shut up. Get it?

No better ideas?

You're off to Canada. You to the country.

He wants to roam the roads.

All on 20,000 francs.

Is this how we end up?

After all we've been through together... Turnabout!

Every man for himself.

It wasn't worth it.

I thought we were brothers.

It's a crying shame.

Believe me, we all want the same thing at heart.

Freedom, a little place of our own.

None of us can get that alone.

Think you'll get far on 20 each?

If we stick together we'll have 100.

Get it? 100.

100,000 francs when we're buddies like us.

- Can we say something? - Go ahead.

Although we're fellas, I want to kiss you.

No way. Well?

He's right. Let's buy a farmhouse.

We'll have it all. Fur and feathers, we'll make butter.

A farm or whatever, we can decide later.

The main thing is a piece of land by some water.

So we can hassle the fish?

Up for it?

Yes, with Huguette, and not near a police station.

That's easy. And you?

A swell idea, Jean, I wish I'd thought of it.

True, life is easier if we're five.

I agree.

So what does the old man say?

I see pros and cons.

Don't you think it's a great idea?

I do, but there's a danger.

That we'll fall out? No way!

- I didn't say that. - Well? Are you in?

Yes, if you want me.

Right? Do we all agree?

Water?

A vegetable garden?

A little house in the middle? OK?

That's all for capitalists.

What are we then?

We're a kind of bank.

Don't play with that.

Oh my! What a plateful of fish!

- Feel good? - It's like being in Venice.

Hey guys, hit the brakes! Reverse the steamboat!

Reverse, everyone!

I swim like a sack of stones.

- A castle. - From the Middle Ages.

- It must have burned down. - No, it's a wash house.

Whatever it was that burned, the ruins are useful.

Lovely.

It's a knock out!

So you understand now?

An orchard!

- Where? - That apple tree for starters.

I'll build my room here, in the tower!

Where's the tower?

We'll stick one right here.

Every castle needs a tower.

I don't care about the house...

as long as you're here.

It's funny.

You read my mind.

It's astounding!

It's terrific!

It's a race track, no kidding!

Don't worry, floorboards are my speciality.

We could have a restaurant here.

No, I know what.

We'll open a guinguette.

For romantics, outdoor types and fishermen.

Heaven for young ladies. Paradise for anglers.

Summertime we'll be packed. We'll have music, fun and love.

Winter we'll stay home. Like the idle rich.

Bravo.

We'll build a guinguette, with our own hands.

We know all about building.

Follow your guide.

First we knock that wall down.

We'll put in a huge window with a vault. Elegant.

Staircase there. Our bedrooms above.

Flower printed wallpaper and chintz curtains.

The bar there. And the cash register.

Don't forget the till.

Indirect lighting, like the Champs-Elysées.

- And bars are my speciality. - Certainly are!

Replace the stove, central heating.

That's Mario's line.

Take out that wall.

There...

we'll have a fishpond, guys.

For trout, crayfish and other webbed-feet.

Just look at that view, fellas.

- There, the kitchen. - Great.

The dance floor here.

Yes, and no walls, with a fine veranda.

Right, sunlight everywhere.

My tower there. And on it, a roof.

And what a roof! A Tintin speciality!

So we're all up for it? A guinguette?

Right!

And on the water's edge, a terrace,

with round tables, parasols, the whole caboodle.

It's a tremendous idea.

How much will it cost?

The house, the land, the apple tree...

about 25,000.

So this is our home.

Absolutely. It's our home!

How quiet it is.

House for sale

Opening soon: A guinguette

Opening soon: A guinguette

I was starting to miss the smell of wood shavings.

It's like the scent of spring.

I miss the smell of paint.

A nice little coat of fresh color.

Will we have some light tonight?

When you're self-employed, you keep your word.

What did you say?

It's the nails.

When you're self-employed, you keep your word.

That broth smells good.

I added onions.

You take good care of Mario, we benefit.

You win a man by his heart and keep him by the stomach.

You're a girl with principles.

Grandma explained it to me.

Me and my stupid stories of traveling and Canada.

Happiness is working.

It's having a place.

With a girl like you in it.

That's no problem.

If you know one who's nice and serious,

think of me.

What's your type?

That's simple. One like you.

Yes sir, this is the life.

And how.

The stew was top class. Right, Huguette?

What's he telling you that's so interesting?

Nothing.

Say nothing, hear nothing.

Isn't love great!

I'd rather play cards. We've earned it.

- We're still missing something. - What?

The name of our place.

A sip of wine and I'll tell you.

"The White Lilac." I like it.

But there's no lilac here.

Something funny.

"The Green Pig."

Are you the pig?

Then "The Hard Boiled Egg."

Or "The Reluctant Gudgeon."

No, we need a name

that says we're the owners.

And we built it ourselves.

And we feel good here!

- Got it. - What?

"The Beef and Onions."

- What does that mean? - Nothing, but it's tasty.

- And a woman's name? - No. Bad luck.

Hey, fellas.

"The Running River."

No, it brings drowning to mind.

Huguette, don't you have an idea?

Mr. Charles?

Those two...

We're looking for a name.

It's difficult.

"Seventh Heaven."

- Who likes it? - I do!

If he'd said "Hell" you'd like that too.

For once we're together.

They're sweet but dopey.

You better go for your train.

Already?

We promised Grandma you'd be home every night.

Let's go to the station.

Get a move on.

Kisses make the road longer.

I'm ready.

Goodbye all! See you tomorrow.

Love to Grandma!

- Warming yourself up? - Taking it easy.

You're a bit slow. There's only one name for it.

"Our Place!"

Good night.

"Our Place?"

Sure, that says it all.

So we'll call it "Our Place?"

- Voted! - Agreed!

- When do we open? - In a month.

Easter is in a month.

- We'll open on Easter Sunday! - Swell!

- I'd like to be there. - I can see it now.

And I handle the lemonade.

Red wine for 4! Two pastis Grenadines for 8!

Two cold beers without heads for 12!

One ham sandwich for 5!

Two Picon Grenadines!

And bring on the music!

That's Huguette's train.

Let's turn in.

The owner, please.

I'm the owner. Me and the others.

This is a republic where all citizens are presidents.

So Charles Billot bought this house?

Charlot is one of our presidents.

Careful, that's wet paint.

Don't turn your rabbit into astrakhan.

Thank you.

He's the owner?

We're a limited company. Get it?

Not really.

I'll go and find him.

Lucky guy!

Hey, Charlot!

A lady wants President Billot!

I'm Jean.

Like it's pronounced.

I'm going to have a smoke outside.

If you want to see me when you go,

look in front of the castle.

What's up? Who wants me?

You...

How nice to see you.

No kiss?

What do you want?

To see how you're doing after so long.

Now you've seen...

you can get out.

Your friend is nicer.

If he knew who you are...

and what you're worth.

Did I hurt you?

That bad?

Skip it. What do you want?

I hate to ask you if we're not friends.

I want my cut.

Your cut?

You won the lottery. I'm your wife.

You shouldn't have left. No one chased you away.

It's too late now.

You haven't changed.

As soon as I opened my mouth, a real man

would have thrown me out. But you...

Get out, Gina.

Give me 2000 francs. Or it'll be the bailiff, subpoenas, the works.

Well?

2000, not a cent more.

I'll pay you for it.

No. We pooled all our winnings.

We bought wood, bricks and tiles.

You must have a reserve.

Yes, but we can't touch it.

Come over to my place tomorrow.

I'll be waiting.

16, Rue de Douai. Third floor.

Just walk in, the door'll be open.

- Let me. - It's not heavy.

- Go on. - It's not heavy.

- Let me. - No.

Let's take a walk.

Beautiful morning.

Listen, lad.

What's happened to you is normal, no blame. But...

You like Huguette, don't you?

That's all?

Because...

she's not for you.

But I never did or said a thing...

No one blames you.

But if anything should happen, it'd all crash.

Only one thing matters.

The house. Finishing it.

So keep that in mind

and look away. Right?

Angry with me?

No way. You're the hell of a guy.

Close your eyes,

think of Easter Sunday.

Nothing must stop us being ready. Nothing.

It's the Flood again.

We've been in the clear for 4000 years.

You took her to the station?

What's going on? A fire?

The castle is under attack! I'll check upstairs.

Help! The tiles are flying off the roof!

The water's pouring in!

Shit! It's all falling apart!

We're screwed. All my work!

Jean, over here!

Hold them down.

I'll hang on to them.

Lie down, guys! Lie on top of them!

That way they'll stay in place.

Are you doing alright in the boat?

The enemy's closing in. Bring on the artillery!

Fire!

Hit!

Shame on you! Get up, it's 9 a.m.

What's going on?

On your feet! Up you get!

Get up! I'll pull your blankets off!

- Don't, we're stark naked. - What?

Did the tiles blow off?

Another storm? Again?

How awful! You've been drinking.

We soaked it up all night on the roof.

We'll explain.

- Hot coffee, please. - Did you catch cold?

Huguette, if you don't hurry, we'll get up.

One, two...

Three!

Where's Jacques?

They're still damp.

Come look!

What is it now?

What's that?

Well then?

Jacques.

"My friends,

"I've always wanted to travel. I can't help it.

"Forgive me.

"Forget about me.

"Keep going like you began, with enthusiasm.

"It'll be spectacular on Easter Sunday.

"With love to my four brothers."

How about that.

It's funny.

Two days ago, he said he didn't want to leave.

He was a swell kid.

Such a cheerful worker.

You talk like he's dead.

Look at that disaster.

Oh no! Look up there.

- That beam wrecked it all. - But it was there.

- And the door? - You hung it badly, Tintin.

Well, old man...

C'mon, guys, get it together.

It's sad to lose a friend.

But we're still four. And we get along fine.

Back to work.

We'll need more money to repair the roof, the veranda...

Do your sums, tell us how much.

That's what the reserve fund is for.

Don't cry, here's your advance.

How much do you want? 1,400?

Here.

- We're two bank notes short. - You're sure?

There were eleven.

- Did anyone dip in? - No way.

You're right.

They've gone, so someone took them. Who?

I did.

What for?

I should have told you before.

I gave them to my wife.

She came here the other day, you saw her.

She said it was her right.

I shouldn't have done it.

It just happened.

2000 francs for a dame?

It's our reserve fund.

Our safety net.

For hard times.

You knew that?

You did wrong.

We need that money for the house.

- You must get it back from her. - What?

Where does she live?

16, rue de Douai. But I can't do it.

That money is sacred. Go on.

I can't...

That your last word?

- I can't. - Right.

I'll go.

Come in, Mrs. Palut!

What bad manners. You knock first.

- I did. - You say who you are.

I'm Jean.

Can't you see I'm in my undies?

So what?

Hello, Gina. How are you?

No lipstick, my hair's a mess.

You're still beautiful.

Hello.

Hello who?

Hello, Jean.

Is this fancy top expensive?

- It's not paid for. - Well done.

Turn round so I can comb my hair.

Is that necessary for a chat?

I can't look ugly for you.

- That you? - Recognize me?

You're nice and shapely.

Is that why I had to turn round?

You're silly.

You have your photo taken in some funny outfits.

It's my job.

Transparent postcards?

What do you take me for?

I'm an artist. I pose for photographers.

They must have a great time.

Tell me...

When did you and Charles break up?

About 14 months ago.

Didn't work out?

I did something silly.

He's a great guy.

He's a loser.

He loved you.

I didn't.

Where's the money he gave you?

Do you mind!

That's what I'm here for.

I'll be straight from the start.

Anything else you'd like?

Yep.

Go ahead. Help yourself.

I will. But give me the money first.

You won't get a cent.

It'd be a shame to bruise such pretty arms.

Let me go.

I'm a nice guy, but don't cross me.

Think I'm scared?

The money he gave you is mine, it's ours.

- You're stingy too. - Back off.

You wouldn't understand anyway.

Cough up.

- Go or I'll scream. - Just try it.

- Filthy brute! - What?

Cough up!

The roof of our house is ruined. Get it, "artist?"

The roof of our house. It's called "Our Place."

So give me the money, understand?

I want you to give me the money, you hear...

I know her inside out.

She'd do anything for money, but to get it back... Niet.

So never give her any.

Stewag or hashag?

- Redag or whiteag? - Redag.

Tastag that snags.

What?

- Don't you speak Javanese? - No.

What did you do at school?

Teach me.

Javanese is tough. You need the bump.

A bump on the back of your neck. Yes?

- Maybe. - Like a horse shoe?

- Yes! Mario, I've got the bump! - Right.

- How do you say "love"? - Velov.

Velov.

What's the nicest thing you can say in Javanese?

Tagada.

- What does it mean? - Anything. No French for it.

Tagada.

Your accent will improve.

No black eye?

What did she say?

Nothing much. Like all women...

This is what's left.

Back to work, guys.

We won't be ready for Easter at this rate.

- Hey, Jean! - What?

If you could see the view from up here.

A real picture postcard.

- Jean, lend me a hand? - Coming.

A cop!

He's coming this way.

It's started again.

He may not be for you but better hide anyway.

Good morning.

It's a bit early for a drink.

That's for another day. Excuse me...

Are any of you Mario Alpmer?

- Mario what? - Alpmer.

Don't know him.

Short and dark. Handsome. With a mustache.

His photo had my daughter in tears.

She's sensitive.

You're looking for him for her?

What an idea! She's married!

She's given me two grandchildren. Marius and Octavie.

Marius is the boy.

- Do they take after their grandpa? - Don't ask.

The sergeant says:

"Antomarchi..." Antomarchi is my name.

"Antomarchi, grandpas like you

"are more like fathers than the fathers."

- So there's no Mario here? - No Mario here.

- That's odd. - A problem for you?

Me? I don't care.

No Mario.

Let Paris deal with it.

What a fine bar!

It feels so smooth. Very nice work.

You're a connoisseur.

- It's hard to push it. - Let me help you.

Don't trouble yourself.

It's nothing. I've filled out but I'm strong.

- We'll have a drink after? - Right.

Come on, heave.

- C'mon, where is he? - I really...

Here I am.

I know. Do it before she arrives.

It's a deportation order.

You have 48 hours.

Till Saturday night.

Damn.

- I have a surprise for Sunday. - What is it?

The building's nearly done. We'll plant a flag on the roof.

I invited some old factory buddies for a picnic.

He must be here.

Yes, sergeant.

Sunday evening?

OK, but don't make any trouble for me.

The earth is for everyone,

but the law is the law. Especially for a cop.

Quiet, here's my girl.

Hello, everyone!

Hello, Huguette.

Give me that.

The policeman has come over with our license.

That calls for a drink.

We're counting on you for Sunday.

With the family.

We'd love to meet them all.

I know someone who'd like to be in your shoes.

That's for sure. A lucky man.

The cop pushed the bar into place.

A good cop.

The good cop has gotta go. So long, folk.

You can't leave now, here's the wine.

Sorry, no time. See you Sunday.

You will come?

We're counting on you and the family.

He's a funny guy.

He was telling us...

- Don't try so hard. - Try what?

- You have to leave? - Are you crazy?

I knew it. Never mind. I'm coming too, wherever.

You're here?

Well... Gina said...

You know, for the 500 left to pay,

so I came over.

- You come here every day. - I don't.

I came to check. I don't believe her promises.

- When did this start? - But I...

You know Gina is my wife?

- It ended ages ago. - That's my business.

I'm not to blame if it's over.

Who told you that?

I get it.

The blarney.

The friendship, the house...

Brainwashing.

A buddy's wife is always up for grabs.

- You're like the others. - It's not true, Charlot.

If Gina was your wife, I wouldn't be here.

Come on.

What we have is better than any woman.

What?

What?

Know why Jacques went to Canada?

- Why? - Because of Huguette.

Do the same, give me space.

Ask Gina yourself. Try your luck with her. You're free.

Only don't come moaning to me about your wedding ring etc.

Goodbye.

- Running off? - Charles is here.

- Charles? - Yes.

I don't want to see him.

What a drama.

- Come with me. - No way.

I'll tell him he's a pest.

No, try and make him see it's over between you,

you've built yourself a new life.

I swear he won't come back.

No, don't be cruel.

He's pitiful.

- Won't you kiss me? - He's upstairs.

- Come back tomorrow. - Yes, tomorrow.

It's Charlot!

I wanted to see you.

I always like meeting up.

Let's have a drink outside.

We're fine here.

The air in ladies' boudoirs doesn't suit men.

I want to be alone with you.

I must talk to you seriously.

You're even more beautiful, you know?

We're off to a bad start.

You know how I feel.

No, listen.

Despite all the pain you've caused me...

You don't know what I'll say.

I do, but it's impossible.

I'm not a hard girl.

But we weren't happy before, we won't be happy now.

Why not?

Various reasons.

What reasons?

There's someone else?

There is.

Who?

What difference does that make?

Come on, let's have a drink.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

- Hey, Marie! - Coming!

- What's she up to? - Her mom told her to enjoy the country!

- I don't like wine. - No kidding?

I don't drink for myself, but for others.

To their health and good luck.

Out of devotion.

Wine makes me sick.

- A glass? - No thanks.

Here's to you, naturally.

- Hey, grandpa! - What, Marius?

Again? Mind the bugs don't see you.

Come on, kid.

I hung the wall paper.

I made the curtains.

My dear children.

Excuse me, my poor legs are weary.

What a lot of people!

All decent folk.

She doesn't know you're leaving?

I didn't dare tell her yet.

She's too old.

It's a lot of work.

It honors your friends.

I'm proud of you.

And I'm going to have a drink.

A toast to friendship, liberty and the republic!

- Congrats. - Thank you.

Sure, you don't smile like you used to.

Being a landlord is quite a charge.

You'll see, the unemployed don't know their luck.

Don't look so gloomy.

I know, you're not cheerful.

I'm paid to know.

But in business, you have to smile.

They're all future customers.

He's right, it's a holiday!

Get a move on. Where's the music?

Grandma...

I have something serious to say.

It will make you cry.

- I know. - No, grandma.

I do.

Last night, I guessed it.

I was young once.

You can go with him.

You mean it?

I don't want history to repeat itself.

I was like you...

Come here, Mario.

You'll marry once you settle down.

That's all we ask.

Give me your hand, child.

I wanted to give you this on your wedding day.

It's in my bag.

It's for you.

It will help you.

- She'll be happy, I promise. - I'm sure.

But you, grandma?

So long as you're happy...

Don't worry.

Now spirits up, tonight you leave on your honeymoon.

The days of the week You slave to earn your keep

You don't give a damn You do the job you can

The landlord, the baker The taxes to pay

A goddam dog's life every day

Sunday comes along To Nogent with a song

You can't wake up too soon All the blossom is in bloom

When you stroll by the riverside

The air smells sweet It's such a treat

Paris a faraway prison cell

Your hearts are full of singing

The scent of flowers sends you reeling

Happiness for free is thrilling

The troubles of the week that's past

Are drowned in blue and green at last

On Sunday by the riverside

The twitter of birds trilling

Make today a new beginning

When we stroll by the riverside

Here's another one.

I know a gloomy bunch of people Who worry their lives away

And dream of taking off To a better world far away

They spend a pile of money In their search for milk and honey

But it makes my heart bleed 'Cos there ain't no need

To find a spot of land Where you feel grand

To hunt far and wide

All together now!

When you stroll by the riverside

The air smells sweet It's such a treat

Paris a faraway prison cell

Your hearts are full of singing

The scent of flowers sends you reeling

Happiness for free is thrilling

The troubles of the week that's past

All drowned in blue and green at last

On Sunday by the riverside

The twitter of birds trilling

Make today a new beginning

When you stroll by the riverside

Now for a little java!

Dance with him!

The women with the men!

Citizens!

Raymond, aka Tintin,

will plant on the roof of this house - your house -

the workers' flag!

All of you, with family, friends and acquaintances

are expected on Easter Sunday.

Opening day!

We'll serve crepes and sausages.

Spread the word! Hit the music!

- Your friend! - What?

- Your friend... - What?

Time for the train.

What?

Oh yes, you're leaving.

You're leaving too.

Just the two of us now.

Farewell, Raymond.

Go on, I'll sit with him.

Goodbye, Jean.

I had so much to tell you.

Go on.

Kiss Charles goodbye for me.

We'll never forget you, Jean.

Tagada.

Good luck, kid.

Get me Paris, Pigalle 2742.

Pigalle 2742?

I can't come, I'll explain.

Yeah.

I don't have time to talk.

Good night.

I was quick!

Say...

No orange blossom?

Giving you ideas?

I don't believe in miracles. Hurry up, let's go.

One more photo. It won't take long.

A load of fun for me.

Can you afford to pay me an allowance?

What's with you?

Sometimes I get sick of it.

Of me?

Of you, of him, of me.

We're only two in the house now.

Instead of everyone singing, there's silence.

A deathly silence.

You've got it all. The house, the girl.

And something more.

Like remorse.

Like what?

A rebel like you?

Where d'you pick that up?

The camaraderie we five shared was...

I don't know, it was...

Like the smell of bread.

I'm your cake. It's better!

I spent the best night of my life shivering on a roof.

Charming for the nights we shared.

It's not the same.

You've changed your tune.

Know something? I'm sick of your friends, your house.

You can keep your Charlot. What a dummy.

You don't understand.

Take a note:

Whingers and downbeat brothers ain't my style.

In life, there are winners and losers.

What about bitches?

Get you!

Dolls who understand nothing and trash everything?

You don't scare me.

My buddies mean more than you.

Run home, the sucker's waiting.

I didn't think you were a man.

Is it for tomorrow?

Work comes first. Excuse me.

I'm ready.

Don't bust a gut, we're not opening.

We open in two days, on Easter Sunday.

You and me...

it's better we separate.

You and me? Why?

You know very well.

Anyway it's all over between you and Gina.

I could take it if she wasn't around.

If I thought she was dead.

But every day with you, I know she's alive.

Very alive.

I never say anything.

Sure, when you go out, you have an excuse.

Shopping, collecting stuff, playing pool,

a game of cards.

But you return smelling of the same perfume.

I can't take it.

When you come back in a lousy mood, I'm glad.

Despite myself.

And when you come back happy, I know why and I want...

to hit you in the face. I can't go on.

Charlot, look...

What I'm saying isn't angry or insulting.

But it's better we each go our own way.

So the two who left, and Tintin who died:

Do we betray them like this?

No one's to blame.

Look at me.

If you never see Gina again, you're OK with that?

Now, yes.

But in here...

And in here?

Nothing left for her?

Nothing now.

If I say Gina and I are through?

I wouldn't believe you.

If I say that?

Whenever you go out, I'd think you were meeting her.

We built a house, that's something.

We'll go one better.

Is Gina worthy of us? No.

We'll go and see her together.

Yes, together.

And we'll tell her to get lost. Together.

Then will you believe me?

You'd do that?

What?

Let's get dressed up and sort this.

Gentlemen.

Don't you recognize me?

We met at the notary's.

Gaston Jubette.

The previous owner.

We've done your shack up for you.

It's not bad.

It could be better.

What's that?

The sign.

"Our Place."

With two clasped hands.

It's naive.

But it's sweet.

Not sweet. It's beautiful.

Have it your way.

Unfortunately,

"Our Place" won't do.

Why not?

It means what it says.

Exactly.

It's not welcoming, not commercial.

Instead of the clasped hands,

put the phone number.

And for the name, just change one letter.

Put "Your Place."

But that means precisely the opposite.

I won't argue.

I insist, that's all.

Why are you poking your nose in?

We paid for this house, it's ours.

You paid for it?

But I've almost bought it back.

A loony.

I didn't want to say, and dampen your enthusiasm,

but your friends

Mr. Mario, Mr. Jacques and Mr. Raymond,

each had a 5000 franc advance on their share.

If I'm not repaid that sum within 3 months,

their shares are mine.

Look,

it's all official.

5000 francs.

Three times 5000 francs.

I paid it out in cash.

Don't fret, gentlemen, I'll take over the business.

No, Mr. Jubette.

You won't have the shares.

We'd rather sell our shirts to repay you.

I simply helped those young chaps out.

Yes, paying 5000 for what they paid 12,000.

Plus all their work.

They came to me.

- You have the nerve to turn up here? - Here?

This will be my place.

Then grab a trowel or a paintbrush.

The toilets need painting.

I'm sorry, I'm not a laborer.

- Then you don't belong here. - Beat it.

Or laborers' boots will kick your ass.

I won't stand for...

Get out or I'll turn the dogs on you.

Piss off. I mean it!

- My papers, my hat! - Papers, hat...

- Get lost! - With your papers and your hat!

What a piece of work!

But it's still a blow.

Jacques and Mario OK, they needed money.

But Raymond...

And without telling us.

Who knows what his past history was?

Anyway, we're in our place. With one thing left to do.

Who is it?

Us!

Who's us?

We've both come to break it to you gently...

your graces and charms,

your sweet kisses,

are over for us, from now on.

- Right, Charlot? - Absolutely.

Rue de Douai is no-entry for us, both ways.

Right, Jeannot?

- This calls for a drink. - I'll drink to that.

Bye bye!

Cheap crooks!

Filthy grifters!

- Believe me now? - If you don't regret it.

No, I don't.

And now it's done I can tell you.

I was crazy about that woman. In a big way.

So you'll hate me?

I'll grin and bear it.

You're downbeat hustlers! You'll pay for this! Bums!

Ready at last!

Boss...

Here's the menu.

Very good.

Classy, huh?

Tintin's touch is missing. He was the tops.

Yes. But it's fine.

Don't cut back on the butter.

Don't worry, boss.

Hear that? "Boss, here's the menu."

Our first customer.

Mr. Jean?

That's me.

Do you know me?

I'm Tintin's brother.

Tintin who died.

How nice of you.

- Put your parcel down. - Come in, lad.

I've brought you this.

Tintin wanted to give you a surprise for your opening.

He ordered it from me.

In memory of my brother, here it is.

What is it?

A Westminster chiming clock.

My dream when I was a kid.

Tintin, my old friend.

My boy.

I'm in the clock trade...

What a charming idea for a name: "Our Place." Isn't it, Alfred?

Yes, dear.

It just came to me.

You're a poet, Jubette.

At first sight it's delightful.

I studied architecture. It came in useful.

Culture and education: The true aristocracy.

- Isn't that so, Alfred? - Yes, dear.

My heartfelt congratulations.

One can't imagine a more enchanting spot.

There.

That's straight.

A gift from far away.

From the land of the dead.

Good day, my friends!

Don't mind me. I'm showing them around.

Do you mind?

Reserve us a table for 1... 2... 3... 4...

For 8.

My friends and I want to be your first customers.

See you later.

Did he get it?

Tell me about it!

- How about a drink, kid? - With pleasure, Mr. Jean.

- What will you have? - A pastis grenadine, please.

Like Tintin.

I do everything like him.

Our first drink is to his memory.

Hey, guys, hit the brakes! Reverse the steamboat!

Reverse, everyone!

We're snowed under.

But come this way, we'll squeeze you in.

Grandma!

You must be so pleased!

We couldn't ask for more.

Come, there's a place for you inside.

- It's beautiful. - See all we've done.

A house special. For athletes.

What's it called?

"Easter Sunday." Try it.

Excuse me. There's our grandma.

We'll serve you something nice.

I never drink.

How are you, grandma?

Hello. I've heard from the children.

- Are they well? - Yes!

They found work and they have papers.

They marry in 10 days.

They want you for best men.

We'll shut the place up.

They send you both their very best wishes.

- Don't bother about me. - No.

How nice.

Hey, see that.

No kidding?

And with a fancy-looking pimp.

She's got a nerve.

It's to show us she can take her pick.

Yeah, well it misfired.

Everything alright, folk? Happy?

Boss, shall we begin?

Go ahead!

Ladies and gentlemen!

The management at your service:

We're proud to present the King of England Jazz Band.

All music college prizewinners,

the waltz and java kings.

Take it away, boys!

The first dance?

It was booked long ago.

Grandma, may I have the honor?

Yes, come on.

- Not too fast. - Of course not.

If the children could see us now.

Shall we?

Back off. Order a brandy.

Waiter, a brandy.

I've spun around too much. I'm dizzy.

Come and sit down, grandma.

Make way for the young! The King of England!

Come on, boys!

Say...

The guns in her eyes are loaded.

Mine too.

She's looking for trouble.

Yep, her revenge. Watch out.

The fortress is impregnable!

- Offer me a drink? - Nope.

Do you still love me?

No.

Say it to my face.

Say it. "It's over between us."

It's over between us.

Look into my eyes.

It's over between us.

Right.

That'll do.

And two pints of beer.

We're out of napkins.

I'll get some.

You? The washroom's downstairs.

- Charles... - What?

I'll kill myself.

Not here! It's all white and clean.

Don't joke, I mean it.

Careful, when you jump out the window it can finish you off.

That's what I want.

Run along, I don't want to be seen with you.

What's wrong? Come now...

Thirsty, grandma?

No, I must go.

Already? The party's just begun.

So much gaiety makes me feel a bit sad.

I can understand.

I'm very happy for you.

Thank you, grandma.

- Say goodbye to Mr. Charles for me. - He's here.

I've been looking for him for ten minutes. He's busy.

You'll come to the wedding? Can I write to tell them?

You're coming to the wedding?

Even if we have to walk there, grandma!

Goodbye, grandma.

Nobody's ever understood me.

You shouldn't have let me go.

You never asked me. And you didn't leave an address.

You're the only man I ever loved. The others were mistakes.

But when we love like we did, we understand.

In Rue de Douai, I asked you to come back.

I refused because of Jean.

I was scared. But I wanted to.

Yes.

Of course.

It would have worked out.

But it's not too late.

Jean manipulated both of us.

He only thinks of himself.

That scene you two made.

- Was it his idea? - It was.

- I know how kind you are! - Gently.

He knew I'd come back to you one day.

I didn't say that. Leave me alone.

That's why he made trouble between us.

No, no.

Jean isn't like that.

Dream on!

Did he tell you I kicked him out of the photographer's?

- No. - No? You see.

For us, happiness

is what we had in the studio in Rue Damrémont.

That, yes...

This guinguette isn't for you.

Jacques and Mario had no qualms quitting.

We don't have to stop living because a roofer fell off.

And you take all that without flinching?

Stand up for yourself. I'm with you.

Slap her. What's stopping you?

He's jealous, see.

You...

She's my wife!

Hear that?

I see your game.

- She's taken you back? - She doesn't lie like you.

- Charles, be careful. - I get it.

It took me a long time, I'm a fool.

You wanted it all for yourself. To go solo.

You persuaded Jacques to quit. I saw you talking to him.

Who convinced Raymond to plant a flag on the roof?

Who grassed on Mario? And had him deported? You!

Who chased everyone off to have it all?

Try saying it's not you!

You think he has the guts? He's a coward.

A shit and a coward!

You got rid of Jacques and Mario! Now I'm in your way?

Go on, shoot!

Help! Help!

He killed him!

He shot him. He's mad, he wants to shoot everyone!

He's insane! He's armed!

Hold the crowd back

and watch out for fire-crackers.

What a job.

What have you done?

It was a beautiful idea.

Where's Charles?

Where's your friend?

It was a beautiful idea.

We had such a beautiful idea.

Why did you do it?

Too beautiful to happen.

Possibly.

Some people are lucky.

And not others.

Come on.

You must come with me.

Of course. When it's over, it's over.

It was a beautiful idea.

Subtitles: Lenny Borger & Charlotte Trench

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