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Taxi! Taxi!

Paris. Amid traffic that grows daily more difficult...

... tens of thousands of vehicles trundle along.

And among them, thousands of taxis.

Hurtling through the city to multiple addresses.

Taxi!

Taxis have a life of their own.

Their customs, their rallying points...

... their huge garages...

... and their meeting places.

There are old ones, classic ones...

... new ones.

Many of them go day and night.

They only stop long enough to change drivers.

To hand over the papers...

... fill up with gas...

... inflate a tire...

... give them a quick vacuum.

If dust could talk, the dust collected during one day...

... could tell many a tale.

And this is one of these everyday stories...

... experienced by a Paris taxi driver.

No Forwarding Address

... and the taxi is a Metropole

- Gare de Lyon, quick! - No.

- What do you mean, no? - I'm off duty.

I'll make it worth your while.

This morning a passenger left a briefcase in the cab.

I spent all morning returning it to him.

It was the President of the Anti-Tip League.

Come on, I'm in a hurry; be nice.

I've been nice since 8:00 AM, now it's 7:30 PM and I'm off.

To La Chapelle.

- Going good? - On 3 wheels.

A spark plug's had it. And the back tire's ready to blow.

The next trip will be a disaster.

Hi Gaston, the papers are in the cab.

- I've been waiting for you. - I'm not late.

So what is it?

I need to ask a favor.

Wait a second, it's very important. Wait for me.

Here's your money.

Not much.

Easy to say from behind a cash register.

Anything to report?

Everything : the spark plug; the spare tire needs changing.

That'll take a while.

If Gaston takes it out like this tonight, it'll break down.

One glove, from a blond who tried to leave without paying.

Perfumed.

- A souvenir of Paris. - Another deadbeat?

A dame who tried to cheat me; I'm just glad this day is over.

- What do you mean, no?

- I didn't say anything. - It's Gaston.

Emile, I'm totally counting on you.

You can't say no.

It isn't just about a girl; let me explain.

Emile, wait!

What's up with those 2?

I'm listening.

- It's serious? - Yes, rather.

- Guess what? I'm in love. - You need me for that?

I met her earlier; she's 20.

A shopgirl at Samaritaine.

Her eyes...

We made a date for tonight.

When we were together, I told her--

You've got a pal who'll take your shift driving the cab.

It's just until midnight.

I know you; at midnight it'll be something else.

She's a nice girl, lives at home.

Nice girl! Who agrees to go out like that the first night!

We don't always have time to go into details.

Well, I can't tonight.

- If it's your wife... - There's a union meeting tonight.

I've got to give the treasurer's report.

That'll only take 5 minutes.

You should come to the meeting; it's important.

Well, thanks anyway. I'll ask someone else.

And prevent someone else from going to the meeting?

- You'll do it then? - No.

It's against the rules.

OK, then I quit.

You're not going to do that?

If it were Adrienne, wouldn't you quit?

- Give me back the papers. - They're still in the car.

- Is the alternator working? - Yes.

There was just a loose wire.

Anyway, thanks!

Hey taxi! Can you go to the Gare de Lyon?

Why not? It's as good a place as any.

I'm in a hurry, I've got to be there by 7:10.

Right now it's 7:09.

Please hurry, I'm late.

I can't, I've got a wonky tire.

7:35, couldn't you go faster?

I can't, I would have had a flat.

- I can't change 1000 francs. - Naturally.

Here, take what you need, this is all I have.

100 sous tip for that sort of trip; not bad!

- Are you moving along? - Of course, officer!

Where are you going?

- The train from Chamb�ry. - Which one?

- The one that arrives at 7:10. - Cancelled.

- Schedule changed this morning. - Summer hours.

The train from Chamb�ry arrived at 6:50. You're too late.

- Are you waiting for someone? - Yes, sir.

Let me introduce myself, I'm a friend of Forestier's.

Juliette! It's not here, it's over there.

- Who's this? - I'm a friend of Forestier's.

Forestier nothing, we've got 3 minutes to make the train!

Miss?

Excuse me, my mistake.

Move along.

- What's with you? - Station security.

- Security? - I've been watching you for 5 minutes.

Move along!

I need to go to the Ile de France; it's a good fare!

And I'm going to the Porte d'Orleans; that's farther!

A suburb, with a bum tire like mine - no way!

Anyway, you're both wrong; the young lady flagged me first.

Well, get in.

Me?

Of course.

This lady's been waiting nicely, it's her turn.

Let me get the door for you.

Did you see that little schemer?

Just a nice smile, and they pick you up!

Taxi! It's mine!

Line jumper!

Idiot!

Where to?

Rue Ravignan, number 17.

- That's in Montmartre. - I wouldn't know.

- You're not from Paris? - No, but I'm going to be living here.

Oh, how pretty!

It looks like a festival!

Everyone seems so nice in Paris.

I didn't flag you down.

I saw you standing there all alone, looking sad.

I wasn't sad, I was waiting for someone for over an hour.

Someone like you, stood up?

Stop! Pull over!

I was just joking; I'm a married man!

It's just the meter.

- What about it? - It says 100 francs.

I didn't know it would be so expensive.

Bread, butter, tires - they all cost money.

I'm not arguing, but all I have is 100 francs in my purse.

What a day!

- You're going to meet someone? - Yes.

You can borrow the rest then.

Yes, I didn't think of that!

Off to the rue Ravignan.

Do you know what it's named after?

- A battle? - No, Marignan was the battle.

Ravignan was...

Here you go; 200 francs

- Shall I leave my suitcase as security? - No, I trust you.

It's not like you'll forget.

Mr. Forestier, please.

Second floor on the right. The elevator doesn't work.

Thanks. I'll be right back!

- So this Mr. Forestier is in? - I think so.

- Are you free? - Not yet, but if you can wait--

If I take a taxi, it's because I'm in a hurry!

Mr. Forestier, please.

- You have an appointment? - Yes.

Come in.

Whom should I say?

Th�r�se Ravenaz.

This way.

It's a long wait.

This is Mr. Forestier's?

Yes, but it's a long wait.

I've been here an hour.

Me too; I waited an hour at the Gare de Lyon.

Your turn, sir.

You have an appointment?

I'm waiting for Mr. Forestier.

That's me.

No.

I assure you, I am Mr. Forestier.

Yes, yes, it's him alright; don't waste time!

I've been waiting an hour! Doctor, it's this damned wisdom tooth.

I'm sorry, there must be another Mr. Forestier in the building.

I think I know what this is about.

Go into my office, I'll be with you in a moment.

This is extremely unpleasant!

- You recently wrote to Mr. Forestier? - Yes.

- Here? - Yes, 17 rue Ravignan.

And you underlined the name 'Forestier', right?

I received your letters.

I didn't open them; I gave them to Mr. Pierre Forestier.

I understand.

I'm Marcel Forestier.

Pierre is my brother.

You're not anything like him!

- I should hope not. - Where is he?

I'm from out of town, I had an appointment with him at the station.

Excuse me.

Who is that girl?

She has no appointment, send her off.

- We're going to the theater tonight. - I see, I see.

It's not the time to look.

Don't! You're busy with someone else!

Don't make a scene, Marguerite!

She's a friend of Pierre's.

Really! Now they turn up here.

I'm sick of Pierre and his adventures.

- What does she want? - To see him..

Berthe says she has a suitcase; what for?

- I didn't ask. - Then I will.

No, please!

Since I wrote to him here, I thought this was where he lived.

He did live here, but he's moved.

- Doctor! - Please, I'm almost done.

I'm sorry you had a wasted trip here.

You should go along to 17 rue de l'Abeille.

I'm sure you'll find him there.

- 17 rue de l'Abeille. - Fifth floor.

- Shall I write it down for you? - No thank you, it's fine.

This isn't a joke, is it?

Because I will meet him.

And then maybe you'll believe me.

As to that, I believe my own eyes.

That's not much fun!

Life isn't a joke.

Are you free?

Just about. What's she doing?

We're going to the opera.

You'll want to hurry then.

Edouard! I have a taxi!

What?

Speak up!

I said I can't tie my tie!

- I hope you have the money. - No.

You brought back your suitcase?

The person I was looking for doesn't live here.

He's at 17 rue de l'Abeille. Is that far?

About 200 francs from here.

What about us?

There! Done!

Idiot!

A familiar face - from the garage in Chamb�ry.

- You know Chamb�ry? - No, but I know garages.

And you alone in Paris, allow me to give you a lesson.

We'll follow the tour bus, and you can tour the capitol.

You can pretend to be a rich tourist.

On the right, Cafe de la paix, fronting on the Boulevard des Capucines

On the left, the Boulevard des Italiens, one of the Republic's great boulevards.

On your right, the Rue de la Paix, with the Place Vend�me and the Column.

On your left, the rue 4 Septembre, center of banking.

To the rear the Opera House we mentioned earlier.

And here is the Place du Th�atre fran�ais.

On your left the Com�die fran�aise, home of the famous playwright Moli�re.

To the left the statue of the poet Alfred de Musset, crowned by the Muse...

... whom we can recognize as the writer Georges Sand, contemporary of Chopin.

What a know-it-all! Hope he understands what he's telling them.

Ahead of us, the Louvre, former palace of the kings of France...

... now occupied by the minister of finance.

Turning right, we admire the gilt statue of Joan of Arc...

We continue with a tour of the Louvre, entered via the Cour du Carousel.

If you want a better view, open the top.

Some fought the Revolution for the right to kiss in the Cour du Carousel.

The Seine. Is this the first time you've seen it?

Yes.

It visits Paris too. Every day.

It's so beautiful, you wonder how people can throw themselves in it to die.

But if you want to die-- Watch where you're going!

It's nothing - go on looking.

If you were at the bar, you'd pick up the pace.

Want to complain? We'll win - we're the strongest.

There are no more statues, but we still have the pedestals.

- We're almost there. - Already?

- You said number 17? - Yes.

Save your effort, she's not here for you.

- Can you wait for me? - Sure.

I'll bring you down your money. What's the fare?

- 430. - I'll be right back with it.

- Are you free? - As soon as she pays me.

- Where are you going? - Montmartre.

Lucky, just where I'm headed.

Are you here for the psychic? She's incredible!

She told me things about myself I couldn't believe.

And without even a crystal ball! I wouldn't have believed it!

Is this Mr. Forestier's place?

- Is he here? - No.

Will he be back soon?

I'm supposed to meet him.

Well, that's possible. A sure thing, even.

I was supposed to meet him yesterday, to settle a bill.

I'm still doing some more work for him, even if it means overtime.

When you're young, you've got all the time in the world, right?

So he's coming back?

Sure, you can wait for him.

Come in.

Look around the place.

It'll be pretty when it's done, but nothing's ever finished.

He knows a lady decorator, that's where the carpet and drapes came from.

- Who is she? - I wouldn't know.

- Is she pretty? - Well enough to get by.

- This is nice. - You haven't seen everything.

The bar. Empty.

This is a table. Mr. Forestier isn't like regular people.

Oh yes.

And behind the curtain, the bedroom.

That's him alright.

Who else should it be? The shower.

He says he prefers a mud bath, but it splashes.

The tour continues : the smallest room in the house.

The kitchen. Not too many at a time.

Is there something to eat?

You're hungry. What this apartment needs is a woman's touch!

And if you climb up on a stool, you can see all the way to Notre Dame!

I think I'll be having supper here.

That might be difficult.

Has he mentioned me?

Mr. Forestier keeps quiet about women.

It's him!

Mr. Forestier, please.

It's you. I'm sorry, he's not here.

- I'm waiting. - Well, I can't wait any more.

I've been nice, but I've got to go.

There's 430 francs on the meter and a couple waiting, we've got to settle up.

Don't look at me; I haven't been paid for today's work.

Well, someone's got to pay!

If you're sure of that, that's the main thing.

Exactly; I'm not sure at all.

There's no money on the premises, eh?

Take a look at the safe! It's doubly empty!

I'll give you 100 francs; I told you it's all I have.

I'll leave you my suitcase as security, you can sell it--

I'm not a suitcase salesman, how can that pay the bill?

I have this bracelet; it's worth--

I can't turn that in to the boss as payment!

I hate to interrupt this discussion...

... but you'll have to take it outside, I have to lock up...

... and leave the key with the concierge.

You're not tossing me out!

- Where should I leave you? - Here!

No, you can't stay here.

But I told you the truth about Mr. Forestier.

I have the letter, I can show you, you can trust me.

I trust you as far as I can throw you...

... but not with the key; I have to give it to the concierge.

Maybe you can ask the concierge for the money.

Good idea! We'll go there with the key.

Maybe he left a message for you there.

That settles it.

Could I leave my suitcase here?

Do you need anything from it?

No, not until tonight.

But Mr. Forestier won't be happy when he hears you threw me out.

We'll see.

The phone!

Hello!

I don't understand.

You're asking for Mr. Forestier?

Well, you can ask. But he's not here.

No ma'am, it's the handyman.

As for where he is, I don't know...

Do you want to leave a message?

Just a minute, I'll get a pencil.

Oh, it's not worth it, for just one word?

There's nothing for you. He hasn't picked up his mail for 2 days.

I need to ask if you could lend me 500 francs.

Or 400; I owe the gentleman who drove me here.

Mr. Forestier will pay you back when he returns, he's a friend.

Mr. Forestier's place is full of his friends.

If I can give you a bit of advice--

She's not asking for advice, it's money.

Money!

Mr. Forestier still hasn't paid back the 2,500 francs we lent him.

- 100 here, 500 there... - 3 requests before he paid the bill.

Madame Osproska, please.

Fifth floor, on the right.

She's a psychic.

Maybe she can tell us where to find Mr. Forestier!

You can joke, but what do I do? Call a cop?

- I'm off duty. - Come on.

- I don't like cops. - Me neither, but that's their job.

What does this Forestier do?

He's a journalist.

Well, that's where we'll find him! At his paper.

Journalists are like doctors, they don't keep regular hours.

- He's right! - Where's the paper?

- Rue de R�aumur. - That's way out by Batignolles!

I've got no choice, but it's just to get the fare.

Anyway, I've got a meeting tonight, I have to give a report.

The only reason I'm here is because I'm doing a favor for a friend.

Oh sir, you've done so much for me!

It's my job.

But if I'd known I'd have to drive a girl all over Paris...

Well! You think I would have just hopped in with anyone?

I was wrong to get in your taxi, I should have been suspicious.

I thought you looked shifty.

You think because I'm from Chamb�ry I don't know what's what.

We do have taxis in Chamb�ry. They're all connected by radio.

In my father's garage he works on taxis--

Just give me my money and we'll call it quits!

You'll get it when you get it!

I'll be delighted to give you your money.

Come on, don't get mad. You'll find Mr. Forestier at the newspaper.

And you'll find he's charming and funny.

Shall we go?

- You're very nice. - What am I going to tell them?

- Excuse me. - Are we there?

I can't take you. The lady's keeping the taxi, so you'll have to get out.

- Where should we go, darling? - Why not right here?

After you, Milady! I think I'll ride up front.

Just like at the big hotels.

- You're coming too? - Yes, I live right next door.

Rue de la Lune.

Now I know why you wanted us to go there.

She seems honest.

Do you know this Forestier?

Between us, he's more a Hunter than a Forester.

I'm just wondering if he's good for the 500 francs.

Why, if she's the current favourite.

She's cute.

In my job, we know a bit about psychology.

Once I drove a suicide in my cab.

I heard a bang, thought it was a blown tire.

There was blood all over the seat.

Another time, I had an armed robbery.

Fortunately, I saw it all in my rearview mirror

I have to watch.

In her place I wouldn't have left my suitcase.

Ah well, time will tell.

Here's the paper. I'll come with you; Mr. Forestier may have the money on him.

This is Alfred, the best type-setter at the paper.

He introduced me to Forestier; where is he?

Not here tonight.

No sensational news?

I'm doing the entertainment news.

Do her name; she'll enjoy it.

What's your name, Miss?

Th�r�se Ravenaz.

How do you spell Ravenaz?

R-A-V-E-N-A-Z

There you go! Watch out, it's hot.

It's pretty! Where can I find Mr. Forestier?

Check with the boss, at the back. Putting the paper to bed.

They say putting it to bed, but it's cold steel.

- Have you seen Mr. Forestier? - Not this evening.

- Do you know where Forestier is? - No, who's asking?

Me.

- Do you know what Forestier's doing? - Nothing, as usual.

Let me check with the editor.

I'm listening.

Got it.

Bad luck. The New York-Paris express just went up in flames off the coast.

Meeting in the boss's office.

Just think, one of our reporters was on board.

- Take this. - Who's that?

Is it from Mr. Forestier?

- No. Jacques Loraine. - He's a cool guy.

I know, I'm a friend of his!

Anything new?

- Yes, a boat rescued the survivors. - They always say that, right?

There's not much to say, it'll do.

I have 2 seats for the fights; anyone interested?

- Central? - Yes.

At 9:00 - just enough time. I used to box back in the day.

You're ditching us?

Was Mr. Forestier with you?

No. Why?

It's personal.

He might be in the steno pool. It's at the back.

He said to check in back.

Forestier? Don't know where he is.

Oh, I sized him up a long time ago.

- Not your kind? - Everyone's running after him.

You talk about Forestier and you all swoon...

- What is it about him? - He's a man.

Your Forestier owes me 600 francs.

It's about the Taillandier trial.

20 years hard labor! I'm surprised he kept his head.

Hello? Of course, I always have to do it!

No, no. Yes - the Albert Hall.

Next door, there could be something in his office.

- Mr. Forestier, please. - What is it?

Will you leave me in peace!

Are you nuts? He specializes in foreign affairs.

He's writing an article, and can't be disturbed.

You're looking for Forestier?

Come with me.

This is his desk.

'The Minister finished by saying...

... that our faith in the everlasting destiny of eternal France...

... gives hope for today and confidence in the future."

- Bravo. Have you seen Forestier? - He must be out for dinner.

- I haven't eaten, how about you? - I'm not hungry.

I've got the funniest story of the year:

Princesse H�l�ne and the Queen Mother undressed by a gust of wind from a plane.

People stripping down isn't funny these days.

- Is it up to date? - Yes.

Anyone seen Catherine?

She's at the archives, digging up sources.

Forestier's bound to be at the archives with her.

- Where's that? - First floor down from the top.

Thanks.

Catherine, I've got something great for you.

Leave me alone.

- When are we having dinner together? - I don't know.

- When are we going out? - Let go!

- I'm having an ontological crisis. - What's that?

Look it up.

- The lights are one. - It's the time.

What could I do to make you happy?

Be a man.

Is this the archives?

- Mr. Forestier, please. - Not here.

They said he'd be here with someone named Catherine.

I'm Catherine. What do you want with Forestier?

To see him.

A fan, maybe?

The young lady came a long way specially to see him.

- A long way? - From Chamb�ry.

- How long have you known him? - A year.

Chamb�ry...

His report on impoverished areas.

Yes! Did he mention me?

Without realizing it.

Have you seen him often since then?

Oh yes! I mean, from time to time.

I get it. Every time he travelled to the south-east he arranged to meet you.

And you wrote when he was away.

- It was you? - Yes.

Come here.

Buzz off!

- How old are you? - Eighteen. No, 19.

You're at the age when you can add a bit.

Did your friend Forestier know you were coming?

Yes, he was supposed to meet me at the station.

- He didn't come? - No, so I went to his house.

Rue de L'Abeille?

- You know it? - I've been there.

You don't know any other address?

Yes - his brother the dentist's.

Yes, the letter drop.

Sorry, I can't tell you where your friend Forestier is.

You don't want to tell me.

Don't be silly. I like Forestier.

People might tell you bad things about him. You might even think them.

Believe me, he's not the worst guy you'll meet in your life.

- I'm delighted by your high opinion. - I want him to pay my tab.

No need to shout! What tab?

The fare for driving the lady to find Forestier. I've had enough.

A taxi driver! Fantastic!

Tell me something funny.

I've got 600 francs on my meter, that's all.

- What's the average age of your fares? - I don't know!

- Do they often stiff you? - No, fortunately.

- How many celebrities have you driven? - At least a dozen.

Give me their addresses. And let's rate tipping.

Which are worst, blonds or brunettes? No, men or women?

Women!

What's the biggest tip you ever got?

Just today, 100 sous at the Gare de Lyon.

Do you have passengers who are bad luck?

I'm starting think so.

What was your longest trip, and the shortest?

I don't know, you're making fun of me.

No, that's exactly the sort of thing our readers want.

It's real, human interest!

That won't pay my bill. Can't you put it on his expense account?

Expense account? They go over those with a fine-tooth comb.

- If you're looking for Forestier-- - That's all!

Every night he goes to the Bookstore Club at St-Germain des Pres.

- The existentialist place? - Right.

He handles their publicity.

Let's go.

- Do you have any money? - I don't need any, thanks.

Darling, show them the way then put in my request.

- Is this your taxi? - Yes.

You know it's after dark?

I like it, it's nice and quiet.

Here, this will teach you to pay attention.

- You have your papers? - What else is a wallet for?

I'm so sorry.

Don't worry, be like me - smile! I'm used to it.

We'll find Mr. Forestier, we know at 10 he'll be at Saint Germain des pr�s.

There's something you don't know.

What?

I have to go back to the Gare de Lyon. I have to be back before 11.

- You have to meet someone? - I can explain.

Not now, first I have to go to the mutuality.

- What's that? - A union meeting.

I have to deliver a report.

It won't take long; just 5 minutes. You don't mind, do you?

No.

Then come along and after we'll find Mr. Forestier.

And I'll have a thing or two to say to him!

- But the meter! - My treat. Here.

- Is this free? - No.

Naturally!

- Your rear light. - Loose wire.

And your flag,

It's at half-mast.

Here we are.

I want to say to this body, if we ask for improvements...

... to our cars, to our work conditions...

... we also want our members to be the best and most-qualified drivers.

And to know Paris as well in its main arteries...

... as in its heart.

As per the schedule, I should give the floor to our friend Emile Gauthier...

... for the Treasury Report.

In his absence I propose we defer this report to the end of the meeting.

- No, no, he's here! - Where?

He's just arrived.

Emile!

Emile! Emile!

When you elected me Treasurer last year, I told you I have no head for numbers.

I realized this during the year, I noticed while writing this report...

... and tonight I've got a fare who has no money.

However, the outlook is good.

You're the ones to congratulate, who pay your dues...

... the only voluntary fees in an era of taxation.

Here are the fixed expenditures of the organization : 942,027 francs.

Union cards, printing of material : 529,131 francs.

Assistance to sick and injured members : 417,645 francs.

Meeting : 59,223 francs

Total : 1,948,026 francs.

Receipts : Dues : 1,565,874 francs.

Newsletter sales : 386,731 francs.

Annual fundraiser dance : 87,999 francs.

Building sale : 2,040,604 francs.

Cash on hand : 331,693 francs.

Total : 86,578 over last year

You have heard the report of our friend Gauthier.

All those in favor, raise their hands.

- All those opposed... - Me.

Why?

Because I disagree.

What do you disagree with?

I disagree! I have my reasons.

Tell us your reasons.

I'll tell you when I'm good and ready.

If you can't tell me then send me a letter.

I'm in a hurry, I've got a fare waiting for me.

The Treasurer's report is accepted unanimously.

- Not nice. - I disagree.

Where are all the drivers?

They must be in the bar.

Here's one. Are you free?

No, I've got 600 francs on the meter; if you want to pay, I'm all yours.

Otherwise, I'm heading for the Gare de Lyon.

Unbelievable!

What's unbelievable is your business.

I'll drive you to the Gare de Lyon, but I'd like to know why.

Maybe you'll just say 'I have my reasons'.

Did you check a parcel there?

- Yes. - Well, get it tomorrow.

- No, I can't. - Why, will it go bad?

Yes.

- Is it butter? - No.

- A cat? - No.

It's a baby.

A baby?

Yes, my baby.

You checked it?

No, not exactly, but at the station they sent me to a rest area.

I said I'd be back in an hour, and it's been 3.

They close at 11:00.

Why didn't you tell me earlier you had a baby?

- It's Mr... - Yes.

- What are you doing? - They won't bother us anymore.

I'll wrap it up so it won't get cold.

Swaddling clothes.

"Young mothers : a rest area is available for you"

He recognized you.

He's a good baby; he slept the whole time.

Not a care in the world. Not like me.

You said one hour, and it's been 3.

I'm responsible; we're not supposed to let mothers leave.

- Why? - Because of the abandoned babies.

I'd never abandon my child.

Naturally. But lots say that and abandon them all the same.

They're young, but they've been through the mill.

I'm not one to throw stones. I've seen the poor things.

The other day one threw herself in front of a train with her baby.

It would have been better to abandon it.

Yes.

Did you find the father?

Yes.

It's just that you seemed worried earlier.

You were gone a long time.

Is everything alright?

Yes, fine.

He's not with you?

No, he's working tonight; he's a journalist.

He keeps irregular hours.

A journalist?

What's that?

A girl who ran away from home.

She's 17, with a little boy hardly bigger than yours.

She got here this morning and the police have been questioning her.

Why the police?

Child welfare are looking for her.

Let me go!

Come on, we're taking you back to your dad.

I don't want to go back there!

If you knew what he's like--

Help me, please!

She's underage. Father reported her a runaway.

We've found you, now you're going back.

Let me go!

- Does this float? - That's what it's for.

- It'd make a good present? - Guaranteed!

You think a baby would like this?

Of course. How old is the child?

Maybe you'd like something else?

There you are! I thought you'd gone.

I was off duck hunting.

- Is it a boy or a girl? - A boy.

You like children, don't you?

I should; we're going to have one in 2 months.

We'll call him Ludovic like his grandfather.

- What if it's a girl? - Oh, it'll be a boy.

- What's his name? - Pierre, like his father.

Well, time to go find his father.

Come on; off to Saint Germain des pr�s.

Saint Germain des pr�s.

Marvellous!

The painting of the night sky is fantastic.

- Really, nobody's ever thought of it. - Van Gogh did.

But the color! Black and white doesn't do it.

Some obscure journal. It's like a silent movie.

I think it's beautiful. You like it?

Sure - let's have a drink.

Mr. Forestier, please.

He's not here; he's at the club.

- Where's that? - Downstairs; go out and turn left.

Thanks.

That chick doesn't know where the club is - for real?

Pretend you didn't notice.

She's a New Zealand girl I know from law school.

- He's at the club. - What club?

Over here.

He doesn't seem to like it here.

I think it's rather funny.

Forestier sent me to the station to meet her.

I finally found a taxi.

Careful driver. He thought his tire was worn out.

He said he didn't have any change, and I was already late...

- I couldn't find her. - Why didn't he go himself?

He suddenly had to go cover a story.

Very hush-hush.

Nobody at the paper knows where he is.

Say, Forestier has an apartment, right?

I was supposed to take her there.

Could you slip me the key for the night?

There's this fantastic girl, but she's not the kind you can take to a hotel.

Sorry, it's not possible. Forestier's coming back tonight.

- Is this the club? - Yes.

You have your card?

No. I need a card?

It's 1000 francs a year.

I didn't know. I'm a friend of Mr. Forestier's.

Another one of Mr. Forestier's friends.

You can't stay here.

Forestier's got some big ideas.

And now, here is Juliette Greco.

I'd like to sing 'The Prestidigitator's Fianc�e'.

I've got a fianc� who lives the high life.

He lives the high life morning and night.

Rest assured, he's honest, if he lives the high life

He can make the grade.

In a tiny little stall

He does card tricks, cric-crac!

And entrances his audience

With a touch of his wand he fascinates

I've got a fianc� who makes the grade

He's a prestidigitator

Prestidigitator, you completely enchanted me

I didn't give you my heart, you magicked it away

You took my kisses

You took my virtue

I couldn't resist

I didn't even notice

You gave me a magic omelet to eat

From the fire that leapt from your top hat

I was so hungry I even ate

2 little rabbits

And all your doves

They're so cute at that age!

And they grow so fast!

He doesn't seem to like it at all.

- Is he yours? - Never seen him before.

- You can't take him in there. - I doubt he'd enjoy it much.

Take a look at the balloon!

The tale of the frog that wanted to be as big as an ox.

- Is this plastic stuff like nylon? - Who knows what it's really made of?

- Hey, it's the taxi driver! - It's the lady reporter.

- Are you coming? - Go in and get a table for us.

I remember another question : do people forget kids in taxis very often?

Don't laugh; it belongs to the young girl you saw earlier.

How cute! It's a little Forestier?

He looks like him.

- Hey, Catherine, is this yours? - You don't understand.

I wish it were.

- Where is she? - In the Club.

I'll handle this.

You still enchant me, I'm at your service.

I'm happy to pop out of your magic box or suitcase.

The doll that comes to life in a mirror

In a pantomime

Bows and says Goodnight.

Did you find him?

I think he's here but I can't stay because I don't have a card.

Don't worry about that, come with me.

Hi, have you seen Forestier?

Nope. Will you survive?

'The eye was in the tomb and looked at Cain'- Victor Hugo.

Don't listen to them; he'll be here for sure.

Do you want to dance?

Find Forestier.

What do they all see in Forestier? It's incredible.

What do you mean? He's a great guy!

Know what the boss calls him?

'The Casanova of the press'.

- It's Forestier when you need a column! - Column, page, he doesn't care.

If a dog's run over, he makes it an elephant.

That's him - honest as the day is long.

- One hand on his heart... - The other picking a pocket.

There are plenty more you can use instead.

It's nice of you to say.

Maybe you're the one he meant when he said...

... "He'll be eating chicken and think it's pheasant."

I won't waste your time, could you just tell me where he is.

Excuse me, you never asked.

Well I'm asking now.

Easy - Number 7 rue de la Sa�da.

Vauxgirard, behind the slaughterhouses.

I don't believe you; he's at 17 rue de l'Abeilli.

This is an era when one's word of honor doesn't count for much.

But I give you my word of honor he lives on rue de la Sa�da.

Is that true?

Yes.

I'll go there then. But if you've lied to me you've done a bad thing.

Where is she?

She's gone to Forestier's place.

- Where? - Rue de la Sa�da.

Bastard! Why did you tell her that?

He's pissed me off for 10 years!

Looks like a barracks.

Hey, where's rue de la Sa�da?

This is it.

- Isn't there a concierge? - In the middle of the square.

Ernest, come in!

Wait till your father gets home!

Mr. Forestier, please.

Staircase at the end of the courtyard, 6th floor, on the right.

That's Mr. Forestier's?

Yes, staircase at the end of the courtyard, 6th floor, on the right.

You need a map!

Want me to come with you?

Thanks.

An elevator.

Naturally. Sixth floor.

Driver!

- My heart's pounding. - It's the stairs.

- I can't breathe. - It'll be fine.

Sixth floor, right side.

This one. Go on.

Pierre Forestier.

I can't ring it.

Want me to?

Yes.

Good luck.

Mr. Pierre Forestier, please.

Mom, there's a lady asking for Dad.

You wish to see my husband?

Yes.

I'm sorry, he's not here.

Don't look so surprised.

Go finish your bath, dear.

Maybe you didn't expect to find me here?

It's Mr. Forestier, the journalist?

Yes, is there another one?

Has something serious happened?

I hope not.

There's not much to say.

The same thing happened to my sister with a guy in the army.

And he drank, to boot.

She was only 15, but that didn't stop her from marrying a nice guy.

But I don't want to marry a nice guy.

Nice doesn't mean stupid.

Well, if a man could--

So, was the movie good?

We'd seen it; nothing much to say.

I want to die.

It'll happen some day; no need to hurry.

What's the point of life?

I wonder myself sometimes.

But we're here; we have to make the best of it.

Listen to all the life buzzing around us.

Yes, listen to it.

That one's coughing.

And that one's snoring.

It's not just snorers.

Some work.

Some listen to beautiful music.

They don't have the right to.

That doesn't stop them from doing their laundry.

And those 2.

Like 2 children holding hands.

2 children, by the seaside.

On a mountaintop.

No one in the world has ever felt what I feel.

No one in the world has ever been so happy.

You must never give up on life.

Pierre!

- Are you free? - No. Yes, where are you going?

- To Barbaisse. - What time is it?

Midnight.

I'm supposed meet Gaston at Barbaisse at midnight.

Get in.

Wait! There are others coming!

Impossible. My tire's ready to burst.

We'll have to take the subway.

Of course! Leave it to you!

A flower for the lady?

I hope it brings you luck.

Thank you.

- You're not bored? - Not at all!

- I'm not late? - You're early, actually.

- This is Emile. Raymonde. - Pleased to meet you.

You don't look it. Did the tire blow?

Not yet.

- Everything going well? - 700 francs on the meter.

- Not bad for a night's work. - On the meter, not in my pocket.

- You did that? - Yep.

It is time to repent.

Thanks, done that.

So, goodnight?

Goodnight.

Little Red Riding Hood. See you tomorrow?

Will you come and get me?

I'll come along with you.

Sorry, I'm not done. I came to see you so you wouldn't worry...

... but I have to go to the Gare de Lyon.

- A fare? - Some fare, I've had about enough.

You wouldn't understand; I've got to get home, my wife will be worried.

- What's that? - Dubonnet.

Just what I need.

Shall we go? Can we take you home?

Yes, it's just like having a car!

It must be funny for you to be in the back seat.

Sure. I haven't always been a driver.

You should have said, 'I've never been happier.'

It's true.

Things will work out.

Sometimes good comes from bad.

You find that out later.

Tomorrow you'll be back in Chamb�ry. It's pretty.

And things will settle down when you're back with your family.

- Your mother-- - She died when I was little.

Sorry. Your father was looking ahead, trained you as a secretary...

... you work in his garage.

He'll train little Pierre as a mechanic.

If you knew my father.

There's no one as strict as a military man.

He likes to give orders, eh?

Yes. And he sits on the city council.

Well, maybe he'll be different now that he's a grandpa.

Basically he wants you to be happy.

We're not in the middle ages after all.

Lots of women raise their children by themselves.

And there are laws to protect them.

Your whole life's ahead of you. You'll fall in love again.

Yes, I talk too much.

Love...

- I'm not hungry. - You have to eat.

Here's your ticket. The train's at 06:31.

Well, I guess I'll be going.

- How much do I owe you? - You can send it to me.

Here's the address.

What about your suitcase?

I'll leave it. I don't want to go back there.

You're right. I'm happy to see you're so brave.

Me - brave!

You sure you don't need me for anything else?

Here.

- No, no. - Yes, you might need it.

Here you are, home at last.

It's almost 2 AM, my wife'll be frantic.

It's been expensive!

I'll pay you tomorrow.

Tonight's tab is on me.

No, it was my choice to play the Good Samaritan.

Fortunately we don't get fares like that every day.

Maybe we shouldn't have left her alone.

People are selfish when they're happy.

We did what we could.

In a year she'll have forgotten all about it.

Might not even remember to send me the dough.

Well, see you tomorrow.

- Lovely, isn't she? - Yes.

So be very nice to her.

He's very nice.

I understand.

So, I'll take you home, OK?

Why? You promised to take me to the Havre to eat french fries.

Another time, it's better, OK?

It's just me Adrienne.

Boo!

Is my wife with you?

Oh, poor Mr. Emile!

- Don't you know what's happened? - What is it?

They had to take your wife to the hospital.

She went into labor.

These things happen.

The H�tel Dieu?

Taxi!

Bust.

- What's wrong? - Flat tire.

Is it an emergency?

I'm the husband of Mrs. Gauthier.

Brought here 2 hours ago to have a baby.

Everyone here is having a baby.

Well this one's mine.

- Do you know Mrs. Gauthier? - Yes.

- You brought her? - No, I'm the father.

Not yet.

- Is something wrong? - These things take time.

- Can I see her? - Certainly not. But don't worry.

That's easy to say. Could you let her know I'm here?

Of course. If you'd like to wait, you can go to the waiting room.

Have a seat.

- First time? - Yes.

Me too. Long, isn't it?

This is the fourth time I've read this paper, and that's enough.

If I'd known it would be like this, I'd never have gotten married.

Why, aren't things going well?

We said 'No children.' That's easy to say.

You know how it goes.

Result : my wife, sick for 9 months...

... yellow blotches all over her body.

My mother-in-law said she had a craving for plums.

And she'd always say, 'It's all your fault!'

And now there's nothing to be done.

At first, it's nothing. It all starts after, once they can talk.

They feel sick, stomach aches, toothaches...

... cold, hungry, swallowed a pin.

Not very reassuring.

I knew a woman, my wife's cousin's sister-in-law's sister...

Her first delivery, she went deaf.

Maybe she screamed too loud.

You know what happened to me?

My wife is only 7 months along.

And you're all upset about that?

I have 3 boys; the second came at 7 months.

- And he's the biggest of them all. - Thanks!

I wish mine had gone in at 7 months.

It would make 2 months less suffering.

Mr. Mallefin?

Twins - 2 boys.

That makes 5! Goodnight gentlemen!

Come in, sir, the spot's warm.

- First time? - Yes.

This is painful.

Whether it's twins or at 7 months, giving birth's no big deal.

It's after it all starts.

Yes, once they can talk.

They feel cold, hungry, swallow a pin...

I hadn't thought of that.

It's important to keep an eye on them.

Thank you.

You must have many.

Mr. Langlois?

A pretty little girl!

Fortunately his wife's braver than he is!

All wives are brave.

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Morning already.

- We're the last ones. - I'm used to waiting.

I'm a nylon salesman.

I could tell you things-- One night I had to change trains 3 times.

I've spent nights in waiting rooms.

But not through unhappiness.

Mr. Lenais? You have a little boy.

You sure you didn't make a mistake?

I was here before him.

Mr. Gauthier, I was looking for you.

It was long - a little girl.

Can I see my wife?

No, she's sleeping, we had to operate. But don't worry, she's fine.

Here's the daddy.

Not bad!

You should be proud. For a 7-month old, she's excellent.

She even weighs more than the previous man's little boy.

- What should I do now? - Get some sleep.

- I'm not tired. - You're lucky. I'm beat.

Thanks!

It's a little girl.

See you later!

- Who's that? - Never seen him before.

Should be a nice day.

It'll end with rain.

So, how's it going?

- An accident? - A rotten way to start the day.

She jumped from the 4th floor.

- On purpose? - Yes.

- Why? - Why do people kill themselves?

Why do people kill themselves?

Emile! Great to see you!

Drive me straight to the Gare de Lyon. I haven't a sou.

Oh, don't worry about it.

I wanted to tell you why I disagreed.

Not right now, Victor.

Wait, I'll be right back.

Wasn't there a young woman with a baby there?

Did you see a young woman with a baby?

The young woman with the baby, do you know where she went?

No.

- She left. - Where?

- Don't know. - How long ago?

- Not long. - How long is not long?

Not long.

- It's a disgrace! - What?

Pay toilets. These days we have to pay for everything!

Excuse me, ma'am.

You're in the wrong place; this is the ladies' room.

- I'm looking for someone. - Not here.

Have you seen a young woman with a baby?

Yes, I remember because she was acting a bit strange.

- How long ago? - Not long.

How long is that?

Not long.

The train from Marseilles, how long before it arrives?

Not long.

Hello, guys!

In my opinion, it's never been worse. Emile!

You have to help me find a young woman with a baby.

She left the station 5 minutes ago. I suspect the worst.

You read in the papers about suicides, this is how it happens.

We can't let someone kill herself.

- Of course not! - How can we find her?

Easy! Ask everyone if they've seen a girl in a checkered outfit with a baby.

We can each take a street.

I'll take Blvd. Diderot to the Seine.

I'll do Diderot to Louis Arnaud.

- I'll do rue de Lyon. - Rue de Ch�lon.

And you rue de Bercy, do you agree for once? Good!

Meet back here in 15 minutes.

Those guys are crazy!

Have you guys seen a young woman with a baby?

Murderers!

Miss! Miss! Don't be scared!

Th�r�se!

I'm done!

- Have you seen a girl with a baby? - No, what do you want with her?

We're afraid she might try to drown herself.

My bag!

Leave him alone!

I wouldn't leave you. I'm here.

I wasn't doing anything! I found the baby abandoned.

I just came to do some fishing.

Madame!

You don't look very happy.

Is it because it's a girl?

No, I'm very happy.

Then something must be bothering you.

Yes, something's bothering me.

Trouble at the garage?

No, I had some trouble last night.

- You had an accident? - No.

Then tell me what's bothering you.

I picked up a fare at the Gare de Lyon.

Not what you'd expect.

Flat broke, with a baby boy.

She came from Chamb�ry to find the father...

So? Look at me.

I'm looking.

She went broken-hearted back to the train.

Going back to her family.

You might think that's the best thing to do, but it's not true.

In her family, she won't last long.

Her father's a sort of ogre.

Old soldier, you know what that means.

Mother's not much to write home about either.

It'll be hell for her and the little one.

She wanted to throw herself in the river.

It'll end badly.

- Why did you let her go? - What else could I do?

You need to show some initiative.

If she wants to drown herself she doesn't have far to go.

Chamb�ry's on a lake.

Couldn't she stay with us?

Really?

That's easy to say, though; we don't have enough room.

What about your sister's room, now that she's married?

- I hadn't thought of that. - Of course not.

And we can help with the baby. It'll be like having twins.

- She can get a job; what does she do? - She's a secretary.

We can find her a position.

The Union is looking for one.

We have to tell men everything!

I love you.

You'd think this little guy hadn't eaten for 2 days!

What should we do?

What should we do?

Silly! Do you want to tell her right away?

Is she here? Have her come in.

Now I can tell you why I disagree!