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[ethereal music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

[cheerful music playing]

[playful music playing]

Oh!

Catch them, somebody! Catch them!

[playful music playing]

-Oh! Sorry! -Huh?

[man] But she's out of a light, I swear it.

That explains everything.

[playful music playing]

[laughing]

I want four oranges.

Four oranges.

-Four apples. -Four apples. Two…

[Paul] And this bunch of grapes.

[seller] And a bunch of grapes.

That'll be nine francs 50.

[Paul] Thank you, madam.

-Good day. -Good day.

Give me back my pants.

I want my panties.

I want my--

Hey, hey, hey, why don't you look where you're going?

I'm being chased.

Oh, dear, what do you think you're up to?

Stop that man. He stole my panties.

He stole your panties?

The police department doesn't interfere with love affairs.

You don't understand. I don't know him.

He stole your panties and you don't know him?

I've never seen him in my life before.

I wasn't wearing them at the time.

Good morning.

I see you have a studio to let.

Oh, please come in, monsieur.

They blew off my line. He's got them in his basket.

You run away and tell that to Mother. [laughs]

-No elevator? -[chuckles]

There's a bucket on a rope that you let out of the window

to take the coal in.

[whimsical music playing]

Here we are at last.

I should've thought there'd be a ladder leading up to the roof.

The roof's not strong enough to bear the weight of monsieur. [scoffs]

[whimsical music playing]

[Paul] Hasn't the door got a key?

What for? We are not thieves.

[whimsical music playing]

The studio.

In which to paint masterpieces.

Complete with bedroom.

[bright happy music playing]

I'll take it. How much?

Two hundred and fifty francs a month.

Cash.

Thank you, monsieur. Thank you.

Could I have a knife and fork?

A pleasure, monsieur. Oh.

[gentle music playing]

[dramatic music playing]

Give me back my panties, you thief!

Holy mackerel.

Here's the knife and fork, monsieur.

Haven't you got another studio?

-Uh… -One facing north

-or east or west or… -Oh! But monsieur liked it.

Oh yes, but I've changed my mind now. You see, I don't like the view.

Oh. Well, I haven't got another studio.

And the rules of the house won't allow us to refund the money.

I say, who is he?

-What's his name? -Oh, I don't know, and I don't care.

All I know is that he's paid me.

-Paid you? What for? -The rent, in advance.

-But he's only just arrived. -[muttering]

-Paid you in advance? -Yes, and for a month.

What? Fifty francs?

Two hundred and fifty. Look here.

-You ought to be ashamed of yourself. -Why, you old robber.

Of course, I know what he is.

-He's just a sucker. -What's a sucker?

American for mug.

[tense music playing]

[playful music]

My panties. Give them to me at once.

How did they get in my basket?

You ought to know, you panty thief.

Put them on the line.

What's all the row about?

He stole her panties, she says.

[man] Fast workers, these Americans.

Did he take them without her consent?

[woman] Probably to give to another woman.

[man] It's a simple case.

He steals from one to give to the other.

You single wretch!

Turn, all right,

for not sticking to the old-fashioned combinations.

[huffs]

[gentle music playing]

[laid-back music playing]

I am Hippolyte Bernard.

My name is Jones, Paul Jones.

Since you joined our community, will you permit an introduction?

[Paul] Ah.

I sure will.

Friends, the gentleman sure will.

Monsieur Albert, Monsieur Jones.

Rouget, Raymond, uh, Baptiste, Musette.

We welcome you in our midst.

Thank you.

You, uh…

You are about to paint a still life?

Excellent.

Are you an artist too?

Monsieur Hippolyte Bernard.

Last of the great impressionists.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Except for, uh…

I wonder if you'd object to a suggestion?

Not at all.

The banana overbalances.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

With your consent.

Father Bernard,

don't you think the orange is an unharmonious note

in the color scheme?

Decidedly, yes.

But there…

Now, you've upset the composition again.

I have an idea. Remove the grapes.

Excellent, Musette. Remove the grapes.

-And, uh… -The apple.

[Paul] Well, I'm glad I wasn't painting a nude.

-[Bernard] Charming. -[Musette] I love your approach.

-Delightful. -Goodbye.

-We have enjoyed ourselves so much. -[chattering]

We shall see you all again soon.

[man] Huh? But how?

If ever you are in distress again, call on us.

By the way, do you paint sausages too?

[unsettling music playing]

[alarm ringing]

[playful music playing]

[plonk]

[whimsical music playing]

Ah!

[playful music playing]

[Jacqueline] Oh!

Can't you see where you're-- [gasps]

-Oh, it's you. -I'm sorry?

-Morning, Pierre. -Morning, madame.

-Hot chocolate, please. -Hot chocolate.

[indistinct chattering]

Excuse me?

-That's my sketch book. -So, it's yours?

How dare you look in through my window?

[gasps]

[gasps]

You wouldn't like to come under my umbrella?

I'd rather dive into the Seine.

You want to borrow my umbrella?

[gasps]

Maybe you'd like to exchange umbrellas?

Can't you leave me alone?

Hello. Where are you going?

To my job.

Well, I'll accompany you.

Well, I don't own the space over my head.

If you care to fill it with your umbrella, I can't stop you.

But keep your conversation to yourself.

-Give me back my umbrella. -Your umbrella?

Yes, it's mine. Look, my initials.

I had an umbrella.

My new dress. A week's salary.

I'd gladly buy you a new one.

Oh, really?

If I had the money.

Buy me a dress like this?

Why, Pommier, the man I work for, charges 5,000 francs for such a dress.

Did you say Pommier?

Why are you working in a lunatic asylum? The man's crazy.

Do you mind keeping your remarks to yourself?

-[gasps] Oh! -Just a moment. Just a moment.

Where did you get that umbrella?

I bought it.

Oh, that's bad, very bad. Never buy an umbrella.

Where did you get that umbrella?

My wife gave it to me for my birthday.

Charming, very charming.

Where did you get that umbrella?

A thousand pardons, monsieur.

A deplorable error, I assure you.

Take back your property.

I-I implore you.

[car engine revving]

Pommier. Avenue Marceau.

[machine whirring]

[Pommier] Cut the frill on the bias to give a swooping effect.

Stop that excruciating noise.

I said cut the frill on the bias to give a swooping effect.

Pardon me, Monsieur Pommier,

-you said cut the frill on the straight -[sighs]

to give a drooping effect.

How dare you argue with me?

I said on the bias but straight.

To give a swooping, drooping effect.

Do I, Pommier, not know from whence comes my own inspiration?

Ah, why are you not in your costume?

I've been drying my hair, monsieur.

Really? What time did you get to work?

-I was a few minutes late. -A few minutes late?

Fifteen minutes late.

You shall be docked a franc for every minute you're being behind.

Madame Renaud's car is at the door.

Madame Renaud's car.

And the dress, a disaster!

You put it on, my dear. She's one of my best customers.

If she's disappointed, I shall be ruined! Ruined! Ruined!

Ah, good morning, Madame Renaud.

And Monsieur Renaud too.

And the twins. [nervous giggles]

[Madame Renaud] Is my dress ready?

It was promised for 9:30, and have I ever disappointed you?

-And? Is it a success? -A success? What a question.

It is the greatest achievement I have ever achieved.

Oh.

Be quick.

[sighs]

I'm dying to see it.

Yes, you will die when you do see it. With joy, I mean. Jacqueline.

[delightful sigh]

-Wonderful, Monsieur Pommier. -Ecstatic.

You have surpassed yourself.

Now, what did I tell you? My masterpiece. My masterpiece.

Please have it sent home at once.

A thousand thanks. You'll be the envy of all the women. [chuckles]

Come along, Max.

You were my inspiration.

Oh. Goodbye, dear Monsieur Pommier.

Au revoir, madame.

Ah.

You've been a very good girl.

I'm going to make you a handsome present.

I shall not dock you a franc

for every minute you were late this morning.

So, that is 15 francs I'm giving you.

-Good evening. -Good evening, sir.

-I'll, um, have a sausage and some cheese. -Certainly.

All the cheese are up here.

Hey, where's my sausage?

Excuse me?

-Again? -Oh, please keep it.

Don't bother. I'll take another.

Sorry, miss, that's the last one.

-Take this. -Oh. I don't want it, thank you.

-[Paul] But you did a minute ago. -Well, I don't want it now.

What's wrong with the sausage?

Give me a half kilo of steak, please.

Well, in that case, I'll take the sausage.

How much do I owe you?

Four franc 50 for the cheese, five francs for the sausage.

Nine francs 50 altogether.

Well, I think I'll, uh, just take the sausage.

What's wrong with the cheese?

Nothing. I just don't want it.

Are you sure you want the steak?

Thank you.

[door clicks shut]

Good evening, mademoiselle.

Is this your umbrella?

-No. -Are you quite sure?

Of course, I am.

Oh.

That's what I thought.

Did you enjoy your sausage?

Oh, I didn't buy that to eat, I bought it to paint.

Why on earth do you want to paint a sausage?

Well, you see, sausages are more obliging than models.

They sit for nothing.

Oh. I see.

Come on. There's enough here for two.

Oh, no, really, thanks. I've just had a big meal.

Spice will do you good.

Models are expensive, aren't they?

Too expensive for me, I'm afraid.

-Enjoyed your dinner? -Marvelous.

Why, it would've cost at least ten francs.

That'll do.

You mean, I'm to pay?

Why not?

Well, I'm afraid I'll have to owe you until I sell a picture.

Well, you can paint my picture for what you owe me.

What, for ten francs?

Have you had any more for your other pictures?

Oh. Not yet, but one day, my pictures will sell for thousands of francs.

That's more than I can say for my dinners.

Huh?

I'll be sure of my ten francs' worth now.

Very well, then.

Well?

Good night.

Good night.

I wish I could pay all my debts as pleasantly as this.

And as slowly.

You tired?

Well, I have to work all day.

You know, you look pretty good in this dress.

Green's my favorite color.

I designed it myself.

You're keen on dress designing, aren't you?

One day, I'm going to be the most famous designer in Paris.

One day.

[gentle music playing]

[music intensifies]

[gentle music playing]

Monsieur Pommier,

your last gown was so lovely, I had to come and tell you.

[gasps]

I feel so nervous, I think I'm going to be sick.

Nonsense. You look fine.

Perhaps, but, uh, do I look like a countess?

Mr. Knight won't know the difference anyway.

These American millionaires never do.

-Has he bought any dresses yet? -Not while I was there.

Now, don't forget, the moment he starts to go,

-in you come. -All right.

[elegant sweeping music playing]

One of my best models.

A little thing called, "Take me or I die."

Well, that seems better than that.

Here's another of my creations.

You'll have me?

The hell I will.

There's my masterpiece.

Ah, Pommier, I'm wasting my time. Your stuff's too dowdy.

But wait. Now, this is my real masterpiece.

No, no, I'm going.

[Pommier] Mr. Knight.

-Monsieur Pommier. -[Pommier] Countess.

Your last gown was so lovely, I had to come and tell you.

I'm deeply grateful. Oh.

The green one delighted His Majesty.

And His Majesty has such exquisite taste.

I do want to see your new models.

Oh, uh, this gentleman was just going. Excuse me, Mr. Knight.

Yes, of course, but I'd…

like to look over your collection again, if I'm not presuming?

In Monte Carlo, all the women raved about my gown.

Oh, so that's why I've been inundated with orders.

[chuckles]

Are you quite ready for them to begin, Countess?

Quite.

Charming.

Yes, I'll have that.

Pommier.

Make me a dozen of that model.

Do you like this one?

I thought you would.

I designed it especially for you.

It's divine. Really beautiful.

-Would you like a copy? -Oh, but of course.

Pommier, make me another two dozen.

Another two dozen, Ernestine.

-Who is she? -Shh.

Countess.

Now, this I consider my most startling design.

Entitled, "I have sinned."

I'll have that.

But I'll have the cape taken off.

And the back cut much, much lower.

And, uh, cut it up the side.

To remind me of the sin.

Pommier, another two dozen.

Ernestine, two dozen.

[Mr. Knight] When I explain that to them in New York, it'll go like wildfire.

-Better make it three dozen. -Three dozen, Ernestine.

Well, that'll be all.

A thousand thanks, Madame la Comtesse.

It's for me to thank heaven for the genius of Pommier.

You flatter me.

-What's her name? -La Comtesse Eloise d'Faulkenay.

Monsieur admires her.

-Well, who wouldn't? -Ah.

-Is she married? -Yes. Uh, no.

That is unless, uh, King Rudolph of…

It is even said that she is the power behind the throne.

Every Thursday when she comes to Paris,

she visits Pommier's.

Every Thursday, huh?

Every Thursday.

Come in.

Ah, Mademoiselle Jacqueline.

I wish to see you.

Your performance was excellent.

-I'm so glad. -Thanks to my training.

To show my appreciation.

Monsieur Pommier, 300 francs!

Did I help to make the sale?

You did your best.

Thank you.

[door clicks opens and shut]

SIMON SALE OF MATERIALS FOR PAINTERS

Two tubes of emerald green, please.

No more credit. Paul already owes me 50 francs.

Two tubes of emerald green.

Anything else, mademoiselle?

My change.

Thank you.

Hey!

What are you up to?

Green.

And two tubes.

Darling.

How did you get it?

Uh, on credit.

And now I can finish the girl in green.

Come on. To work.

I don't feel like work.

-Come on, miss. Orders is orders. -Oh, no!

-[giggles] -Now I've got you.

-Now I want to be painted. -I don't feel like painting now.

I want to be painted.

Oh, you've got me all out of the mood.

Orders is orders. Paint.

You're getting married, eh?

-Let me look at it. -Oh.

-Ooh, not bad. -[chuckles]

-You're a clever girl. -[chuckles]

A lot of alibis.

How much longer are you going to give me the runaround?

-Won't you sit down? -Now, see here, Pommier.

I'm fed up with all of this.

I've been here every Thursday for a month.

You cannot conceive the pleasure your visits have given me.

Now, cut that.

I want the countess's address and telephone number.

But the information would cost me her custom.

Well, it's hers or mine.

Either you give me that information or I cancel all orders.

You put me in a horrible dilemma.

I cannot bear to incur your displeasure, but…

I cannot afford to lose the countess's patronage.

-However… -Yes?

I will tell her that you wish to meet her socially.

I will arrange it. Give me till tomorrow.

Okay. Till tomorrow.

[sighs]

Mademoiselle Ernestine.

Send Jacqueline at once.

And all I have to do is dine with him?

[Pommier] Yes, that's all.

And be nice to him, of course.

And be charming.

And if he should ask me to the theater and supper afterwards?

-Accept, my dear, by all means. -Hmm.

It may even mean diamonds for you.

If you play your cards carefully.

-And do I let him see me home? -Yes, to the Ritz.

I've reserved a suite for you there.

And I will supply you with all my most beautiful creations.

Carte blanche.

I'm sorry, monsieur.

-What? -I won't do it.

You won't do it? But I don't understand.

It's the chance of a lifetime.

I came here as an apprentice to learn designing,

not to be a mannequin or a play actress, or whatever you want now.

Now, look here, mademoiselle, if you value your situation here--

You and your situation, the millionaire, and his diamonds, can all go to--

Really, mademoiselle.

Besides, I can design better dresses than you any day.

[door slams shut]

Now, you get me all the dough.

But Mr. Knight.

Why, Countess.

Countess, my eye, you old reprobate.

Follow that girl. See where she lives.

Very good, sir.

Good day, Mr. Simon. I've a painting to sell.

Two francs.

-What? -Two francs 50, then.

Why, the canvas cost four times as much.

Yes, but you've covered it with paint.

I can only sell it secondhand now.

Oh.

[door clicks open]

[Paul] Hello, darling.

-You look sad. -I'm not. I'm very happy.

Well, you don't look it.

I've left Pommier's.

Jacqueline, why?

He tries to sell his mannequins as well as his gowns.

Oh, he does, does he?

I'll show him.

[Jacqueline] Don't, sweetheart.

There's no need to be angry.

He was only trying to be kind.

All the other girls envied me.

Oh, I'm tired of this.

I'm going to set you up in a place of your own.

I'm going to buy you a shop.

[laughs] Oh, make it a nice shop, please.

I know you'd like to give me everything, Paul.

And one day, when you're a great painter, you will.

When you can afford it.

[Paul] When I can afford it.

Nobody wants to buy my pictures.

But darling, they will.

Now, come on. To work.

You peel potatoes, I'm going to buy some bread.

Yes, I suppose I'm better at peeling potatoes.

Oh.

-Monsieur Simon. -No.

-But-- -I'm not supplying any more paints

on credit, and I'm not buying any pictures.

With my money.

What?

Well, Paul can't sell any paintings.

Then he must try some other occupation.

The streets need cleaning

and the fish market, they need porters.

Look here.

I want you to buy a picture from him.

Pretend the money's yours.

And make a bad artist think he's good, eh?

-[laughs, mutters] -He's not a bad artist.

-He paints most beautifully. -[mutters]

Will you do this for me?

It won't cost me anything?

Not a cent.

-Three hundred francs. -Will you do it?

I suppose so. [sighs]

Oh, thanks.

Don't be long.

[door clicks open and shut]

-Oh, good morning, sir. -Good morning.

-You mind cashing this, please. -Certainly, sir.

-Haven't seen you for quite a while. -No. No.

You haven't licked the painting business yet?

Well, I've used up an awful lot of paint.

Have you sold anything?

I've just, um, disposed of four.

For 4,000 francs, I suppose.

Paul?

-Paul, darling. -Paul?

Where?

He'll be back in a minute. I expect he's gone out for something.

Now, listen.

This is the picture I want you to buy.

The girl in green.

[approaching footsteps]

Jacqueline.

Let me.

-I know what you've come for. -I've come to look at your pictures.

You haven't shown me your latest work, you know.

How much do you want for this?

I'm sorry, but that picture's not for sale.

I'm wasting my time.

Don't be silly, darling.

I'll be your model for as long as you want me.

Make me an offer.

For a picture of this size, by an unknown artist,

300 francs.

Three hundred francs for two months' work?

With my paints.

Three hundred or nothing.

Then it's nothing.

My price is 400 francs.

You can take it or leave it.

Then we don't do business.

I'll call for the picture tonight.

For the paints.

[door clicks shut]

Well, that was a surprise.

-Aren't you glad? -Glad?

Of course, I'm glad, but I've got to get used to it.

-And I've got a surprise for you too. -What is it, Paul?

No, not now. We're gonna celebrate.

-But don't we need the money? -Oh, to hell with the money.

-All right. To hell with the money. -Come on.

-We'll invite everyone we know. -Yes, everyone we know.

We're giving a party tonight.

Bring who you like and your piano as well.

-What? Take my piano upstairs? -No piano, no party.

Come on.

[chuckles]

Oh, you're coming to the party to celebrate.

-Celebrate what? -That I've sold a picture

-to a very distinguished dealer. -Good.

[laughing]

A dozen bottles of champagne and you're invited to our party.

A dozen? What's at the party?

-Girls and music-- -Shh.

My wife. All right. I'm coming.

Good.

Good afternoon, Louis. We want--

-That cake. -That cheese.

-And that sausage. -And you're invited to our party.

-What's at the party? -Music, girls…

-And champagne! -Oh, I'll be there.

We want five dozen oranges.

-Apples. -Bananas. And you're invited to our party.

-What's going on there? -Music, dancing…

-[both] Champagne! -Cakes.

-Bologna. -[laughs] And fruit.

I'll be there.

-Oh! Oh! -Watch where you go there.

-Paul, you're crazy. [laughing] -You're mad.

-I love you crazy. -I adore you mad.

[lively music playing]

[popping sounds]

[overlapping chattering]

Jacqueline.

[singing]

I say, isn't that the Baptist's new song?

Yes, it's called "Heaven Must Be Like This".

Oh, sing it for us.

Jacqueline is going to sing it.

Yes, come on. That's a good idea.

[lively piano music playing]

♪ I went along just despairing ♪

♪ Love was a thing far apart ♪

♪ When I thought I was past caring ♪

♪ Then you stole into my heart ♪

♪ Each little dream I had hoped for ♪

♪ I realize has come true ♪

♪ I found your sweet love ♪

♪ I thank all the stars above ♪

♪ Everything I need is you ♪

♪ To hold you ♪

♪ Just to feel you are near ♪

♪ Sweetheart, heaven must be like this ♪

♪ To hear you ♪

♪ Say that you are sincere ♪

♪ Sweetheart, heaven must be like this ♪

♪ Look at what you've done to me ♪

♪ You're the moon and sun to me ♪

♪ You have made my life ♪

♪ Really worth living ♪

♪ You kissed me ♪

♪ Who could make me, my dear ♪

♪ Thinking heaven must be like this ♪

[all] ♪ To hold you ♪

♪ Just to feel you are near ♪

♪ Sweetheart, heaven must be like this ♪

♪ To hear you ♪

♪ Say that you are sincere ♪

♪ Sweetheart, heaven must be like this ♪

♪ Look at what you've done to me ♪

♪ You're the moon and sun to me ♪

♪ You have made my life ♪

♪ Really worth living ♪

♪ You kissed me ♪

♪ Who could make me, my dear ♪

♪ Thinking heaven must be like this ♪

[Jacqueline] Oh!

So that was your surprise.

Darling, how many pictures have you sold today?

-Oh, it looks like five. But… -[indistinct chattering]

This is my real surprise.

Oh, Paul.

[sighs]

What a lovely necklace.

Look what Paul's given Jacqueline.

-Give me back my necklace! -Catch Paul and you can have it.

[laughing and chattering]

[laughing and chattering]

[laughs] Oh. Oh.

This must be a stranger.

He feels too respectable for any of our friends.

-I like his hat. -[indistinct chattering]

[man] Have you seen his trousers?

[Mr. Knight] I must've made a mistake.

Why, Dad?

-Dad! -Son.

-What are you doing here? -I live here.

-Here? -Yeah.

And how the heck did you find me?

We'll talk on that later.

These are all my friends.

-This is Rouget. -How do you do?

-And Raymond. -How do you do?

And…

my very particular friend, Jacqueline. My father.

Well, uh, glad to know you.

[Paul] And, of course, Monsieur Hippolyte Bernard.

-[Bernard] How do you do, Mr. Jones? -Jones?

Knight. John VR Knight.

I've seen his face in the papers.

Are you the John VR Knight?

Yes, the.

Well, that makes you a millionaire.

-[muttering] -Paul, the millionaire.

Good people, a rarity.

Two rarities. Millionaires.

What about the 20 francs you borrowed for cigarettes?

Paul, I'd like a beautiful fur coat.

Paul, I want to drive in a Rolls Royce and have a shameful footman.

And I want a Steinway grand piano.

[man] I want a new suit.

And I want my rent paid.

And I want a kiss from a millionaire.

Jacqueline, what are you doing?

I'm going.

Going? But…

Now, Jacqueline, please listen.

-You must understand. -It's all so clear.

I've been a fool. I should've told you ages ago.

I came here to get away from a life I hated.

I wanted to paint. I wanted to struggle and be poor like any other artist.

-I wanted to forget my money. -Forget it?

You've never forgotten it.

The moment things go wrong, you fall back on it.

Sold five pictures.

You couldn't even sell one.

Simon bought "The Girl in Green" with my savings.

So you were deceiving me too?

I loved you.

I tried to give you confidence. I was wrong.

What you really wanted was the confidence of your bank account.

Of your money. Money!

-I hated it. -I loved you for your courage.

For laughing when you were hungry and poor.

Stop, Jacqueline. I could've told you, but I was afraid.

What of? Did you think I wouldn't love you for yourself?

That I'd want some of your money?

Perhaps I was to wake up one morning and find a cheque on the mantelpiece

and you gone.

-That's not fair and you know it. -You're just a sham.

Wait a minute.

Go back to where you belong.

Play with your father's dollars and make a mess of that too.

You think I'm a failure, eh?

Failure?

You never even started. You're just a playboy.

[seagull calling]

Buck up, my boy. You were never cut out to be an artist.

You're a Knight. We're captains of industry.

-Have a cigar. -Hm-mm.

And that little French girl,

a year from now, you won't even remember her name.

Countess Eloise d'Faulkenay.

-What? -We're going to forget all about her.

-You think so? -Sure.

Off with the old love, on with the new.

I don't approve of these international marriages anyway.

Take any of the girls on the boat.

Girls of our own class.

[gentle music playing]

Mom.

You see who that is?

That's Paul Knight.

You watch me get him.

[upbeat music playing]

I've never given you any bum advice.

Well, anyway, I'll meet you at the Savoy Plaza at four o'clock,

and, uh, don't forget to pick up the ring.

All right.

Thank you, sir.

[car horn honking]

[car engine revving]

It's a beautiful example of the artist's early work, sir.

What artist?

Paul Jones, sir.

-It's a very rare period. -Very.

And not dear, considering how few of the artist's works there are about.

Ten thousand dollars.

Well, I'm not against marriage exactly.

Still, if it pleases you, I'll take him.

-If he asks. -Of course, he'll ask.

Since he came from Paris, he doesn't really care what he does.

Oh, Mom, you make me feel like the last hope of the season.

Oh.

Here he comes.

-Hello. -Hello.

I've got a secret for you.

-Have you? -Hmm.

-Tell us. -No, three guesses.

-Is it a… -Ring?

-Is Paul going to… -Propose?

-When? -Today.

Thank heavens.

Thank you, Mr. Knight.

-A fine artist. -Yes.

Have you ever seen his pictures of sausages and fruit?

Uh, yes. No.

I wonder what's keeping Paul.

Oh, here he comes now.

[Mrs. Carstairs] Hello.

How are you, Mrs. Carstairs? Hello. Hello, Dad.

Paul, you're awfully late.

Your father and I have been worried to death.

I walked.

What on earth have you got there?

-Just a picture I bought. -[Patricia] Oh, let me see it.

-It wouldn't interest you. -Oh, you know how I love art.

Oh, please, let us see it.

Please do.

Yes.

-Who painted it? -A man called Jones.

Jones?

[Carstairs] Oh, how beautiful. Is it one of those futurist things?

No, you're just holding it upside down.

[Carstairs gasps]

-Oh, it isn't a classic. -[Paul] No.

It's just a portrait of a very lovely girl.

[Patricia] Now there I disagree with you.

There's nothing pretty in that kind of face.

The girl isn't even attractive. Only in a common sort of way.

-Tea for four, please. -Yes, ma'am.

-No, not me. A martini, please. -Yes, miss.

And the green, it lacks refinement.

It's laid on so thickly.

Such a loud shade.

Besides, I hate green anyway. I look terrible in it.

You remember that awful green dress you bought me?

Paul, where are you going?

-Paul? -Somewhere where they like green.

Oh.

[train whistle blowing]

[horn honking]

Excuse me, but isn't this Pommier's, the dressmaker's shop?

Pommier's? He went bankrupt a year ago.

-Is this 18 Rue Lepic? -Yes.

But where's Honorine, the concierge?

-She's out. I'm her niece. -Oh.

Does Mademoiselle Jacqueline Arnaut live here?

Uh, nobody with that name lives here.

Oh.

Does Monsieur Bernard live here?

Monsieur Bernard? Yes, monsieur.

-Will you take me up to his room? -Yes, monsieur, this way.

[knock on door, clicks open]

[Paul] Bernard.

Paul!

Or am I seeing things?

You look better fed.

Your nails are manicured. Apart from these things,

and your pleated trousers, you're the same old Paul.

Father Bernard.

-Have you forgiven me? -All, but for the trousers.

[door clicks shut]

And Jacqueline? Have you seen her?

No. Not since you left.

-Have you heard anything? -Not a word.

But tell me, my friend,

have you done any painting? Not a stroke, I'll bet.

No. Father Bernard,

I love her. I've got to find her.

Paris is a big city.

Look at these canvases. My latest series.

Paul, where have you sprung from?

Surprised to see me?

Surprised? I never expected to see you again in my life.

And here you are, just the same.

A little cleaner, perhaps.

And you're just the same crazy loon as ever.

-It's grand seeing you. -It's great to see you too.

You don't happen to have seen anything of Jacqueline lately?

Jacqueline? Why, Bernard and I saw her not a week ago.

What's the matter?

We did not see her.

[Musette] Are you mad? We certainly did.

And what do you think?

She was going into the Ritz and looking so swell,

you wouldn't ask her any questions how she got her clothes.

Oh, and the real thing,

she had bracelets up to here and a tiara.

I was so dazzled, I didn't know who she was until after she'd gone in.

It wasn't Jacqueline. Only someone who looked like her.

[Musette] You know perfectly well it was.

You said, "Jacqueline," like you'd seen a ghost.

And I was mistaken. It wasn't she.

Get out of my room and go about your business.

[door slams shut]

Paul.

If it was Jacqueline, which it wasn't,

she may have made a good marriage.

I'll come again soon, Bernard.

But a glass of wine before you go?

Some other time.

[horn honks]

Good morning, Mr. Knight. Nice day today, sir?

Lovely. Any messages?

Uh, no, sir.

Paul, you bad boy.

-At last we found you. -Have you gone crazy?

-Oh, Lord. -Come on.

[knock on door]

[Jacqueline] Come in.

-Oh, Pommier. -Yes, mademoiselle.

Did you follow my instructions about Madame Alan's gown?

But, of course, mademoiselle, I always follow your instructions.

And Pommier,

I hear you've been coming late in the morning recently.

I know, mademoiselle, but the weather's been so inclement,

and what with one thing and another…

Well, remember, on time,

or I'll shall have to dock you a franc for every minute you're late.

You're welcome, mademoiselle.

But what I really came to tell you was

a rich American customer wants a wedding dress. Will you see her?

A wedding dress.

Her name isn't Patricia Carstairs, by any chance?

Yes, I believe that is the name she gave.

Very well. I'll see her in a moment.

Then what?

[door clicks open]

[elegant music playing]

[indistinct chattering]

Everything, mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle?

Much better.

[Pommier] Ah, here is Mademoiselle Jacqueline herself.

How do you do?

Haven't we met before?

I believe not.

I'm sure I've seen your face somewhere.

Oh, well.

I'm to be married on the first of June.

I saw the announcement in the paper.

It's an honor that you've come to me for your gown.

I heard you were the best.

I have a design here that I think will please you.

-Here it is. -Sublime.

I reserved it for a special occasion.

It's ravishing.

I'd like my fiancé to see it. He's meeting me here at 12.

He's half an hour later.

Monsieur appears to be dejected.

Mm-hmm.

-Is he a sorrow? -He's getting married.

Indeed. I know.

What do you advise?

Another cognac.

How much longer have I got to stand here like a dummy?

If the dress had been fitted properly in the first place,

it wouldn't have needed all this.

Mademoiselle, just one little moment, please.

You've said that for the last hour.

-And what's the matter with the train? -The train?

-It wasn't like this in the sketch. -But it's sublime, mademoiselle.

It has that swooping, drooping effect.

It was my idea.

It's like nothing on earth.

-Mademoiselle. -And who designed the wretched thing?

Mademoiselle Jacqueline.

And why isn't she here to finish her job?

She has been sent for, but… Allow me.

You cannot judge the effect without the veil. There.

Ah.

I assure you, mademoiselle,

the ensemble will be ecstatically beautiful.

Send for her again.

What are you waiting for?

Balzac 40 30.

Oh! I'll talk to her.

Get me Mademoiselle Jacqueline.

-[knock on door] -This is Patricia Carstairs.

-Oh. -Is anything the matter?

Anything? Everything!

Well, I'm afraid you didn't give us enough fittings.

Oh, so, it's my fault the dress was pinned together at the last moment.

I ought to have a label put on the back with the price marked on it.

Otherwise, no one would believe what it cost.

Mademoiselle's a little nervous, naturally,

-but I promise-- -Your promises mean nothing.

So, this is the dress you reserved for a special occasion.

It is.

Let me see what I can do.

Ah.

More fiddling.

One little moment, mademoiselle.

I've been standing here like a dummy for hours.

Now you be the dummy and see how you like it.

My hairdresser's waiting, my nails have got to be done.

Oh, heavens. [scoffs]

Good. Show this barbarian how a dress should be worn.

[knock on door]

[Paul] Oh, you're already dressed?

[door clicks open]

How I dislike this… this monkey suit.

Well, in a couple of hours, you'll be Mrs. Paul Knight.

Our families will be tickled to death.

Patricia.

There's something I've just got to get off my mind.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair for you.

I came here to Paris to find someone I love.

I know now that she has no further use for me,

that I'll never see her again,

but I can't forget her.

I never will.

I just want you to know that.

Go on.

Jacqueline.

You're the girl in that horrible painting.

So, that's why you spent $10,000 on that frightful daub

and left New York.

That's why the wedding dress wouldn't suit me.

Well, if you think you're going to get away with this, you're crazy.

I'm nobody's fool.

Now, get out. Get out! Before I lose my temper.

It wasn't a horrible painting.

[man] Going down.

Hey, wait for the parson.

[lively music playing]