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Come along, little one.

Roger.

Gaston!

I knew there'd be
a hullabaloo.

Roger, go get some water.

I'm busy.
The mayor's coming.

Don't expect me to do it.

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

Well, well,
the official mayoral handshake!

It only took him a year
to plan the celebration.

It's all written down
in his notebook.

They'll work it out
over some wine.

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

He didn't want to be left out,

so he repainted
everything nice and shiny.

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

Not there either.

What the hell happened
to your chairs?

Ain't you never seen paint?

Marie, bring me the paint.

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

Quick, snip that thread.

Here's your paint.

Your wife spared no expense!

Is that dress from Paris?

Nope, that's her own creation.
Cheers.

Just wait
till the Lafarge woman sees her.

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

Get down.

Careful. It's heavy.

I got the heaviest one.

Roger...

snap out of it
and grab an end.

Where you going?

Gotta get a haircut.

"Hear ye.

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

Romance with the gorgeous...

Gloria Parson,

and heroic exploits
with the daring Jim Parker

and his horse Dixie.

Adventure
and thrilling stampedes

with the riders
of the Far West."

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

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

at the ranch gate.

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

You've become as pretty
as a picture, Daphné!

Pardon me.

Roger.

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

Her poor old dad
has to do it.

Sit down.

Thanks.

Shave or haircut?
- Just a haircut.

Here we go.

That'll do.

What do I owe you?
- Two francs.

There. Gentlemen...

Marcel, come over here.

That pole is making fools
of the whole bunch.

I've been watching
these gentlemen struggle.

Why don't you give them
your opinion?

My opinion?

Poor distribution of force.

These gentlemen's suspenders
must be too tight.

Roger, you seen the dogs?

Oh, they were inside.
You mail my letter?

I'll do it now.

- This way?
- No, over there.

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

See it now?

I missed the collection time.

Pay no attention to that.

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

Sure.

A little more.

Are you crazy?

Riding that thing
into my café!

Don't make me come up
and get you!

Look what you did
to my plant!

Shall we get a closer look?

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

I believe these gentlemen
lack coordination.

With him, I'm not surprised.

But our postal employee
showed some initiative.

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

He's got instinct,
intelligence.

Nature's been generous
with him.

Just look at him.

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

To pull off
such a delicate operation,

you need a man
with a sense of responsibility.

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

- In other words, a leader!
- Exactly.

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

On my command.
You stay there.

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

What are you waiting for?
- My orders.

You'll get 'em.

Wait for my orders.

Give that a whack.

No, right here.

Fine, I'll move it over there.

Try again, pal.

Okay, let's try another way.

Hit this one.

Good.
Same thing from the other side.

Same thing.

Once more.

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

What do you want?
Go take your place.

Ready?

Easy, now. Higher.

What are you doing?

That's not how you do it.

Grip it firmly with both hands.
Got that?

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

On my command.

Can't you hold it higher?

Firm grip.

Ready...

How many times
do I have to tell you?

Heave ho!

Got anything for me?

Everyone in position.

Put your backs into it.

Ropes horizontal,
weight low.

Like I told you.

You there, don't pull yet!

On my command.

Now I can't whistle.

Those pulling on the right,
pull right.

This telegram isn't for me.

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

Who's gonna get this pole up?

Him and his telegram...

A little more.

The telegram!

They need someone to give orders.
Heave ho!

Get back in here.

This way, friend.

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

I'll bind his feet.

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

I had it

a moment ago.

What's the telegram say?

- "Adrien..."
- Which Adrien?

Look.

I know several.

So do I!

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

What can I do?

She'll get me fired.

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

I want to know what it says.

Ask her!

She handles the mail.

She's laughing at me!
Look at that.

That takes the cake!

I'm not done with that pole.

A little left.

This way. A little more.

There.

You took long enough!

Just look at that.

You can't go off
looking like that.

I got my route to finish.

Where's my bike?

The gentleman's bike.

Turn around.

Let's dust you off a bit.

No, allow me.

- Thanks, boys.
- You're welcome.

Off you go!

Hello, boys.

The flagpole
was tottering back there,

so what did I do?

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

Emile Vigeon.

All gussied up
for the big day?

François, deliver this cake,
will you?

To who?

Randau.
You go right by there.

Not always.

- Any mail for me?
- On your windowsill.

Now, that really
takes the cake!

What are you doing
in there?

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

Your darn cart!
- You should have honked!

What do you think
the bell's for?

I already almost got beaned
by that pole.

Hello.

I almost got beaned
by that pole back there.

So what did I do?

I just whirled around...

Hold this.

That pole almost hit me
on the noggin.

Know what I'm saying?

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

I'd like to have
seen you back there!

What would you have done?

You won't believe
what happened.

I almost got beaned
by that pole back there.

What did I do?
I rode right into the café!

Hurry, here he comes!

Robert, will you settle down?

You'll get
your clothes all dirty.

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

You'll go right to bed.

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

The Pibois are back
from the station.

Missing your curly locks?

Go on,
strike up the band.

Up you go, tubby!

Is it dry?

No, and it never will be!

It's the Guisard
and Randau girls

going to get Emilienne.

"Look how high my heels are!"

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

Jeanette?

Ah, she's ready.

- Got the tickets for the dance?
- Yes.

You certainly look ready for it!

Have fun, girls...

in your colorful dresses.

I've always worn black.

You won't see me in pink
anytime soon!

Marcel.

I'll go help Germaine.

Okay.

Such luxury goods
are usually beyond your means.

- Got the key?
- No.

But don't buy 'em — win 'em!

Anyone can be
the lucky owner —

Leave me alone!

Anyone can win.
Nothing's rigged.

Anyone can win a lovely lamp,
a leather handbag,

or even a mantel clock
with matching candelabras.

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

Just pick a number
and a color

and put down
a mere ten francs.

And we spin the wheel.

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

Candy or a ticket?

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

Try your luck
on the ace of hearts.

Pick a number and a color.

Just 10 francs.

Place your bets.

You'll wear out those soles.

Why are you up there again?

What did you do
to my bike?

Marie, telephone!

Ah, take your bike and go!

Marie, the phone!

François broke it.

Then he better get it fixed!

- A glass of Málaga.
- Don't have any.

Drink white wine
like everyone else.

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

What'll it be?
- White wine.

Beat it, you.

Go deliver your letters.

Ma'am?

- What?
- He's bothering me.

Leave the boy alone,
you hear?

Go play.

That takes the cake!

François, come and see.

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

I have mail to deliver.

Come on.
You have time!

Okay, then watch this.

I'll show you.

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

If I say you won, you won.

Watch this.

- What the —
- Think that's funny?

Yes, I said anyone can win.

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

or a handbag...

or even the clock
with two candelabras.

François,
join us for a drink.

No, I gotta fix this.

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

François, come have
a drink with us.

I still got letters to deliver.

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

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

François,
come have a drink.

Your mail.
What a celebration!

Come on, François.

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

I haven't finished my rounds.

Bottoms up.
Last to finish loses.

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

- I won.
- Well done.

Hey, you,
don't break my piano.

Out of my way.

It's not working.

He'll fix it for you.

- Polka or waltz?
- Polka.

Monsieur François,
that's enough now!

Today's the big day!

Time for a rematch.

I'll give the count:

one... two...
- Three!

Two white wines,
on the double.

I don't call that bottoms up.

Maybe he can't do it.

That'll be the day.

Three. My round.

Get ready.

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

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

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

I can't see you.

His visor blocks my view.

Perhaps the gentleman
could step back.

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

One... two...

You missed it!

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

I see the problem.
Allow me.

That's better.

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

Marcel, don't waste time.

One... two...

Well, we'd better go.

Put it on my tab.

See you.

Hello, Madame Bireau.

Bireau...

That rings a bell.

Yes?
You have something for me?

François.

Come see!

They're showing a film
about postmen in America!

Come on, hurry up!

Wait for me.

No one writes
as much as in America.

Progress makes it possible
to sort and deliver

300 million letters
and packages daily,

mailed
by 130 million users,

with astonishing speed.

Many civilized nations
still use outdated methods,

but always at the forefront,

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

In the not-too-distant future,

every postman will train

one hour a day
in this new mode of delivery.

Helicopters and planes
make for amazing technology!

Not all four million square miles
have proper roads.

No matter. Nothing stops
our Yankee postman.

Where the road ends,
he takes to the sky.

This method
is especially used for telegrams.

A lack of airports

means the intrepid postman
himself gets airdropped.

All admire
the courage and heroism

of the aerial postman
as he regains his Spitfire.

Yes, the Americans are turning
postmen into acrobats

and previously insurmountable
obstacles into child's play.

What's more, this approach
to training postmen

need not remain limited
to the USA.

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

with other countries
who so desire.

Some countries,
not wanting to be left behind,

have already
requested instructors,

including France.

Will French postmen
soon be landing on our balconies

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

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

François, come see.

But that's not all.

It's no exaggeration to say

that a postman
can even be a true hero.

This latest type of training
teaches him

how to overcome flames

and any other obstacle
barring his path.

Every year in Oklahoma,
a contest is held

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

Ladies, would you like
the postman to ring your bell

in a get-up like this?

What would the Americans do
with a postman like you?

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

I just saw a movie
about postmen in America.

They whiz by so fast
you hardly see them!

Our postman
won't be happy about that.

Maybe it'll take him
down a peg.

Seems things
are really jumping in America.

Everyone's talking about it.

Why weren't you
up on that screen?

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

How's it going, Mr. America?

François, don't go.

Come have a drink.

You can't just
abandon us like that.

You're off-key.

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

Hey, that's enough!

Listen to him.

François is right.

The Americans
have the means.

You know how
our civil service is.

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

In America
they've got the equipment,

and things are hummin'.

Come on.

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

- Your pal's feeling down.
- Why?

He saw a movie
about postmen in America.

How about a drink, cap'n?

That movie's already outdated,
you know.

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

But how can they deliver
to skyscrapers?

They put a propeller
on your back.

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

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

No, other way.

The sea's rough today.

Look what they put
on his back.

That's not nice.

Look into this
and you'll see a ship.

Turn it left and right.

See anything?

That should do it.

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

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

Okay, good-bye.

One last try.

The Americans have you beat,
eh, François?

You'll be a laughingstock.

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

Very funny, wiseguy.

The Americans...

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

Stop fooling around.
Now's not the time.

Anyone home? Postman.

- Good night.
- Bye now.

Looks like they got
a little wild in there!

The whole town
got to bed pretty late.

Breakfast will be late,
my chickies.

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

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

He even slept
in his Sunday shirt.

Looks like a doozy
of a hangover.

I bet your head's pounding.

Shoulda stuck with water
in the first place!

Where do you think
you're going?

Trying to hitch a ride
to America?

The fair's over.

Anyone can make a mistake,
smart aleck.

Where's my bike?

Just wait till you end up
sleeping in there.

Here comes
the postal service's finest.

You don't look so great.

Maybe he's got
bad news for us.

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

I can't keep up.

Don't take it so seriously.

The Americans
are hotshots with planes,

but they're useless
on bikes.

What did they call
that bicycle postman

you met in America?

Ah, Eagle Eye.

Seriously though,
the gentleman needs our advice.

Okay, I'm listening.

I think if he showed us
his technique...

we could help him
improve it.

Come on.

Go ahead.

You're making your rounds
at a good clip.

You have a letter
for the house on your right.

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

That's as old as the hills!

Marcel,
here's what I suggest.

A method employed
by telegraph boys

around the world
for ages now.

Watch closely.

Off the bike
before it even stopped!

Right hand guiding my bike,

my left hand smoothly retrieves

a letter, postcard,
or telegram from my bag.

What do you think?

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

Let me give it a try.
Like this?

See that?
On the very first try!

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

Let's see you mount.
- Mount?

Like this.

All that wasted time!

Marcel, you'll love this.
Just watch.

Yeah, but not everybody
is an acrobat.

Let's combine
the two movements.

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

Let's go.

And now... dismount!

Pick up the pace!
And... mount!

Dismount.

But with my left hand
on the seat...

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

I didn't see that ladder.

Where's your bike?

Keep going.

I'm off again.

This is getting good!

Pick up the pace!

I keep mixing up
my left and my right.

I'm gonna try again.

You gotta see this, boys.

The carnies have François
on the merry-go-round.

Keep moving!

Now quickly hand me the letter
as you approach.

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

He's right.

I can't think of everything.

What about
quickly changing hands?

- Is that even possible?
- Like this.

Like this?

He even has time to salute.

It could work.

But the darned bag
is still in the way.

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

See that?
With his own personal flair too!

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

No need to worry.

He could beat
the Americans hands down.

The Americans... let 'em fly.

I'll show 'em.

Go!

The Americans...

François speaking.

Put me through to Bondu.

A telegram?

Watch this.
I'll show those Americans.

That's better.
A call for who?

The blacksmith?
It's for you.

Got cut off. Never mind.

The Americans? Let 'em fly.
So long.

Everything okay?
Okay, okay, okay!

Hi, François.

Now that takes the cake.

What a bunch of slowpokes!

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

That's no way to work.

I can't watch this.

The Americans are right.

Speed! Speed!

Main office.

Bye, boss.

François is doing his route
American-style.

Hey, Faraut!

Come on.
I'm in a hurry.

Postman.

Speed! Speed!

Next!

Away we go.

I'm in a hurry.

Don't want it? Fine.

American-style. Next!

Boissicot!
Anyone here?

I'm in the well.

Can't dawdle. Speed!

What the...?

Go, François, go!

Anyone here?

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

Onward!

American-style!

Boys, François is delivering
American-style.

Here he comes.

Everybody out.
We'll slow him down.

Visor up!

Show some style!

Randau, François is delivering
American-style.

Glad you dropped by.
You have a letter.

Ain't you never been
to America?

For Janvier and Co.

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

Straight from Châteauroux.

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

I never saw it coming.

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

Just look at them!

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

At least they won't
cramp your toes.

One more thing.

Sign, please.

Tough break.

My bike!

Look, he's motorized!

Go on!

Get those legs goin'!

My bike!

That's François's bike.

Hey, François!

Aren't you delivering
American-style? Hurry!

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

The Americans...

François is making his deliveries
American-style.

Sparks are flying!
Here he comes.

That's it, François!

You'll be first
across the finish line!

Go, François!

That takes the cake!

François,
stay right behind me.

Come on!

You okay?

Head down!

I guess I lost my head.

You mustn't get so worked up.

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

Oh, the Americans can do
as they please,

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

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

Well, here I am.

My jacket...

and my bike.

François, give us a hand.

I haven't finished my route.

I've still got mail to deliver.

The boy will do it.

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