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Marguerite of the Night

Based on the novel by Pierre Mac Orlan

You were marvellous, my dear!

I'd love to hear you in "Die Meistersinger".

One would have thought you were Faust himself!

You're too kind, Madame!

I enjoy playing Faust; I can really lose myself in the role.

Everyone thought you were wonderful, my dear! Bravo!

Excuse my intrusion, but I had to thank you.

- I was overwhelmed! - You're too kind.

Believe me, at my age one has no time for lies.

Thank you, sir; I merely interpreted my role.

But with passion!

I saw the opening night of "Faust", and still remember it.

The opening night of "Faust"? But that was--

1859 - I was 14.

An unforgettable night; it had a huge impact on me.

And since then I've seen all the Fausts that followed.

Ah, sir, what a pity! This may be my last night at the opera.

Thanks to you I've been able to relive my past emotion.

And I speak as an expert.

Because I am Dr. Faust.

Really?

Oh, I'm not a medical doctor, but my name is Georges Faust.

I'm a direct descendant of the famous Faust born in 1480 in Würtemberg.

He made that foolish pact with the devil, and this is the last remaining souvenir.

- What an unusual ring! - Do you like it? Please accept it.

I'm overwhelmed, sir!

It has only a sentimental value.

I'm touched, but surely someone in your family--

No, sir. I have no family. The line ends with me.

The season of Marguerite is ended.

Even the devil is now a morality tale. We never hear of him anymore.

- Oh, I'm sorry! - It's you! Come in!

May I present Dr. Faust.

Delighted, Mademoiselle.

He is the last descendant of Dr. Faust.

Excuse me for having disturbed you.

I hope you will not blame me for inspiring your ancestor's misfortune.

Isn't she delightful?

Certainly, but you understand, I have little experience.

Everyone imagines his own Marguerite.

For me, Marguerite is an adorable phantom.

I've never encountered anywhere her periwinkle blue eyes...

... but especially that star shining in her hair.

That autumn star on her forehead...

... to better guide her through the mists of time.

Your Marguerite is very tempting!

I'm sorry to have kept you so long.

Goodnight, sir, and again, thank you.

I'm very touched by this mark of your esteem.

I'm sorry, Léon.

I didn't want to interrupt your fascinating interview.

The price of fame!

The congratulations of the last Faust plus the cursed ring! My, my!

- You have something for me? - That's what I'm here for.

- How many, tonight? - Three.

I hope it's good. The last one's quality left something to be desired.

- You surprise me! - It just seemed to me--

"Seemed" is right. Believe me.

Would you like a light?

- Thank you. - Bad evening, isn't it?

Rather bad, yes.

The tenor wasn't very good.

- You were at the opera? - Unfortunately, yes.

I disagree. I found the tenor quite moving.

The voice -- warm, powerful -- perfectly conveyed his joys and sorrows.

Perhaps. But a young Faust of 45!

I didn't notice his age; true, I'm very nearsighted.

But you seem very particular.

Forty-five! That's still young - well, for me.

What did you think of Mephisto? I found him perfect.

Power, charm - he had everything!

No one could resist such a persuasive character.

I see Mephisto as a supporting role. I don't consider him very important.

- But after all the devil is a somebody! - Let's not exaggerate!

- What a night! - It's only just begun.

At my age the night is good for just one thing:

To make you regret how you could have used the past when you were able.

And regrets take the place of memories.

Take this, sir. To ward off bad luck.

They say that lily of the valley brings excitement.

A good and long night to you, sir.

Excuse me.

Faust!

Just opposite.

Another customer for Mr. Léon.

- Mr. Léon, please. - You're in luck.

He's just arrived.

- What is it? - Someone's asking for you.

I'm coming.

There are no tables available.

I'm sorry, but we're full.

You're working tonight?

Yes, Angelo is on a trip.

- A trip? - Yes. With bracelets on.

Someone's asking for me?

Yes. An old man. Very old.

Too old.

Why too old?

Please don't get up.

Thank you for coming at once.

- Don't mention it! - I do mention it, though.

But tonight I can't help it.

I feel all alone... I'm afraid of dying!

Ah, the ravages of time!

And you came to me?

Because it seemed to me when I met you earlier in the street--

- Me? - Yes! After the opera.

- After the opera? - Yes, yes!

It's always worth a try, isn't it?

I thought my name might mean something to you.

You should recognize it: it's Faust.

- F-a-u-s-t? - Faust, as in Faust!

No, I'm sorry.

Ah, it was too good to be true.

This age doesn't lend itself to a certain kind of dream.

Forgive me - a moment of hope.

I do seem to recall a Faust, but it was so long ago.

A Faust who came to a rather sticky end.

- Sticky! - But is it the same one?

My memories of this Faust are very precise.

A little matter of a bargain for life.

It is you! You did that trick with the match in the street.

Since then, this cigarette has burned without being consumed.

If you really are who I think you are--

A cigarette that never goes out? You're imagining things!

I'll find out if I'm wrong.

I apologize.

I won't tease you any further.

I'll be generous.

You weren't mistaken.

I knew it.

That? Modern science has made me immune to that.

We have to be up-to-date.

- What do you fear the most now? - The police.

To you, Dr. Faust.

I see. Let's get down to business.

You asked for me?

You wanted to see me.

Yes... earlier.

And now you no longer need me.

Later, perhaps.

Ah, humans are pathetic!

Before you trembled because you didn't know if I was who you sought.

Now you tremble because I am!

But I couldn't imagine--

How can I help you?

No, no. It's too serious; a terrible decision.

Please excuse me.

You're wrong. You'll have an accident.

And you will regret it forever.

I'll come back tomorrow. Perhaps--

No! It'll be too late.

Calm down! You're my guest tonight.

This very special night:

Walpurgis Night.

The night I do business, Dr. Faust.

I assure you--

The gentleman's coat.

Long forgotten loves

Drift along the roads

Like abandoned children

On the wet paving stones

Lost in the unknown

And their shapes are etched again

On the frosty ballroom windows

Filtered through the old refrains

In phrases filled

With hurtful words.

Lovely tune of the month of May

Which made them dance so oft before

Beneath the storm and howling wind

Like cornflowers tossed against the sky.

Long forgotten loves

Once winter has come

Like burning torches of joy

Spin and whirl about

The dreams they believe are lost

Hovering hopeful near the entry

And every festive night

Jaded, weary couples

Dream in their turn

Of joys they'll never know again.

Long forgotten loves

Weep for those who loved them

Ah, but it doesn't matter

Since they don't remember

Any more than the sun in May.

I want to introduce a friend who came tonight to hear you sing.

If you came to hear me, you'll have to come again.

Tonight I'm not in very good form.

We didn't notice. Did we, Doctor?

No, no.

No! I've already smoked too much tonight!

His little party trick.

I've asked him to teach me, but he won't.

A family secret.

We've never heard any more of his family since.

Now, now. Usually it makes you laugh.

Not every night is for laughing.

- What's happened? - To me, nothing.

They arrested Angelo this morning.

I know.

That's what makes you sad?

No, actually.

Something's going on with me that I don't understand.

Maybe you can explain it to me.

When you've lived years with a fellow and suddenly lose him...

... you should be torn apart.

I don't feel a thing.

I didn't cry.

It doesn't even hurt.

I came here like every night, and I sang.

I have no heart, right?

You do. But you didn't love Angelo

That's all.

And I believed you could die for love!

That happens - die or kill yourself.

Because people kill, and often kill themselves for love.

Kill yourself or die - I don't see the difference.

Oh, but suicide leads to damnation!

You believe that?

Oh, me... But lots of people believe in their soul's salvation.

And your soul is beautiful.

An exceptional soul.

A lot of good it does me!

It's asleep; it'll awake the day it knows love.

Love isn't found in the streets, let alone in nightclubs.

Loves is everywhere and holds out its hand.

It'll hold out its hand to you one day, and you'll take it.

It is written. In the lines of your palm.

What a wonderful friend! He always can cheer me up.

Since we're talking about happiness, let's go all the way.

What face would your happiness have?

What's the use? I'd have to meet someone extraordinary.

Someone who doesn't exist.

So imagine him.

Yes, try! You never know.

Listen carefully, Doctor.

He'd have to be young, of course.

Tall.

I see his eyes, and his smile.

That's what counts, right?

He would be a little weak, so that he couldn't do without me.

What I know is that I'd love him more than he loved me.

Because he'd be my last...

...my first...

...my only love.

Yes, I'm coming.

Be nice and keep the Doctor company... Marguerite.

Your name is also Marguerite?

Yes. Why? Did you know another Marguerite?

Yes.

Was she beautiful?

She had your look... and a smile--

You'll see - this will bring you luck, Marguerite.

Marguerite of the night.

Why "of the night"?

Because I met you this night.

And the other Marguerite also used to visit me at night...

... and vanished with the day.

I don't like the day either. Excuse me.

You'll go - understand?

Without Angelo? That's not my job.

Ask for the Belgian papers; the package will be inside.

- I'm not used to driving! - Just go along slowly.

I'll wait for you here tomorrow.

Midnight.

Beautiful beyond your wildest dreams, isn't she?

You talk of her like a lover!

Who isn't in love with her?

Look.

- Oh my dear! Sit down! - Tomorrow. It's so late.

But you say that every night!

Well then, we'll be here tomorrow.

This same table tomorrow night.

Every night she passes by... she smiles.

Everyone thinks it's for him - but she's already passed by.

What temptation!

That is hell.

You're telling me?

Now that it's too late I realize the nothingness of my life.

An entire life, devoted to study and virtue.

What a waste!

You're right - that IS hell!

If I had a chance to start over again!

Wouldn't you do it all over again exactly same way?

Oh no! If I were young again, I'd make good use of it.

I'd surprise you; I'd experience all the vices!

All the vices? Now you're starting to interest me.

You know I've always taken a close interest in your family.

Suppose for a moment I could offer you the traditional bargain.

Which one?

The one I made with your famous ancestor.

What would you ask in return?

The terms haven't changed, Dr. Faust.

- My soul? - Nothing more.

What do you want it for?

No need to ask; I buy, I sell, I trade.

My dealings don't concern you.

Does my offer interest you?

I want to know what I'm committing myself to.

I advise you not to quibble.

Since the days of your ancestor prices have gone up a lot.

Especially since the War.

Conscience has fallen in value.

The soul follows suit.

Yes, but the soul is the soul!

Mine is exceptional too - intact and precious! I've taken care of it.

I wouldn't be interested in it otherwise.

Finally a use for my virtue: it gives me something valuable to sell.

Precisely.

What do you offer?

In exceptional cases, I'll cut your age in half.

- Not enough. - Consider the times!

Today 40 is the prime of life.

I'm sorry; take it or leave it.

Anyway, what guarantee do I have that she'll love me?

No guarantees, except the terms of the contract.

It's all a swindle!

Not at all. I'm very correct in business matters.

I provide the tools, it's up to you to use them.

It should be easy.

No! I want everything or nothing!

There goes Marguerite, all alone yet again.

Well, Dr. Faust, will you try your luck?

What good would it do me? She said "Very young."

I must be getting sentimental.

It'll end up costing me.

Come on - you've won.

- One more thing. - What?

I want to be more attractive--

No. Let's be serious. You can't ask for too much.

It's not my business what kind of young man you'll be.

Make up your mind.

I want to live!

Allow me.

It's nothing - finished.

- No. - No what?

- I'm not quite... - Let's settle this, Doctor.

- I'd like to... - Come - sign! It's my final word.

Hurry, Dr. Faust. Day is approaching and you're running out of time.

When the cock crows.

Don't lose it.

You won't refuse to drink to our pact?

To a good and long partnership, Dr. Faust.

I wonder sometimes if I've dreamed it all.

If this is all real.

What do you risk? You have nothing to lose.

Nothing to lose and everything to gain.

You're right. Absolutely right.

I was wrong. You're a perfect friend.

A friend such as one meets only too rarely.

Not at all.

A friend I've waited 80 years for!

Now we won't part, it's a promise.

It's odd, for the first time I've had a tiny bit of fun tonight...

... but I really feel very well!

The day approaches, Dr. Faust.

Cockcrow!

One can't stop the cock from crowing.

As long as it doesn't crow for you.

One thing I've always wondered--

What do you do with all these souls?

Don't you read the newspapers?

Please, Dr. Faust! Behave yourself!

Here we are.

We won't separate, my good friend.

Unless I meet you again...

No, no, we'll never finish!

Come now, let's go quietly inside.

Faust!

I can't find the lock!

There you go.

You left this in the pocket. It could be important.

Good evening.

- Good evening. - You don't recognize me?

No, I'm sorry.

Last night - the opera.

You've made a mistake, sir. Whom do I have the honor of addressing?

My name would mean nothing to you.

- Don't ask. - I'm sorry, but I don't recall.

That your face doesn't remind you is natural. But mine...

You were in quite a state when I left you this morning.

I see you're much better.

- You're not the same man. - I don't understand.

Really?

You speak in riddles, sir. But that's alright.

- Delighted to meet you. - Likewise.

I'm not disappointed.

Oh! You're hurt?

Don't play games with me, Georges Faust.

You won't win and we're not done yet.

You're looking for Marguerite?

To find her, you still need me.

Marguerite, this is Georges.

He's come a very long way to meet you.

Charming, isn't he?

You're right not to speak.

Because anything but silence would disturb this unexpected meeting.

I know you both.

There's good reason to think you were made for each other.

Georges has been looking for you forever, Marguerite.

He'd do anything for you.

Perhaps he's the one you've been waiting for.

You have everything it takes to be happy or unhappy together.

You'll see.

It's delicious to suffer when one loves.

Is it true you wanted to meet me?

Is it true you were looking for someone?

Yes, but not here.

Why? You belong here.

Some people don't belong anywhere.

The stars never wander. They're faithful.

They die sometimes.

Even in death, their light doesn't go out.

- The light of women is love, isn't it? - Yes

When I listen to you, I feel as if I've always known your voice.

Look at me, Marguerite.

Do you dance?

No. And it's the first time in my whole life I regret it.

Your whole life? At your age, you have time to learn.

I meant, yes - I can, but only older dances.

The waltz, but not that.

Let's wait for a waltz, Georges. We have time.

Yes. We have all the time in the world.

- Telephone. - In a minute.

It's Roger. He's crashed the car.

Perfect timing!

- I told you to go slowly! - I told you I'm not used to driving.

That's not your job.

But I told you it wasn't my job!

Tell him to come here.

You'd better come to the garage.

It's funny. Yesterday at this time I was ready to go - anywhere.

And I was thinking of death.

Death?

When you laugh, you look almost happy.

Not almost.

I am happy.

Nice surprise, eh?

In our line of work, you have to be ready for anything.

But you weren't ready to see me so soon.

You turned me in - the cops told me.

- Who got you out? - I have friends.

No, just one. And you've just lost him.

Too bad. Nothing more precious than friendship.

Was it also friendship for Marguerite?

I understand your little move. Don Juan with a wooden leg!

Wrong. I never mix business and sentiment.

- Did she come last night? - Of course. And tonight.

- Good, I'm going over. - I don't advise it.

- I'm in your way, eh? - I'm not jealous.

Where are you going?

To find her and bring her back.

Leave her alone, Angelo. You're a bit on edge.

I'm going anyway. I've a right to talk to her.

Leave her alone!

You're not going back to Pigall's, get it?

No scandal in my place of business.

Understand?

Look - the city belongs to us.

And the Eiffel Tower is watching us.

I can never stop myself from thinking of Paris without it.

You can see Paris without it?

Yes. Very well.

The way I can see this patch of ground without a house.

Yet we must live in our own time.

Paris has its tower, and this garden will have its house.

- I wonder what it'll be like? - We'll know in 20 years.

Very pretty, no doubt.

No, not like that.

We're the first couple to cross the threshold.

Our entryway.

My office.

The doctor's office.

- Doctor? - Yes... I'm studying medicine.

Soon I'll be a doctor.

The sitting room.

The piano will be there.

I can practise my songs in peace.

- You'll only sing for me. - Of course.

Our room.

Your domain, Marguerite.

Is there a place in it for me?

Yes.

There's no one else?

No.

Are you sure?

Swear it.

I want you to be mine alone.

I swear that I've forgotten everything.

Nothing else counts. Nothing else exists. Except you.

I'm starting to live again.

You must be kind to me, Georges.

Because I feel that I'll love you more than my life.

- Nothing serious? - No. A tire blew.

The left fender was a bit banged up.

Looking for someone?

No. Why?

I thought you were looking for Marguerite.

I tried everything to stop her.

No good.

Why stop her? She's free.

- No family at all? - No.

You must feel alone.

I did. And you?

Only my brother, Valentin.

He lives in Paris?

No - on the outskirts. I'll introduce you later.

He sells flowers outside Pigall's.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I don't like old men, that's all.

Don't say that! He's my friend.

He's the soul of kindness, and lives near my place.

Yours and Angelo's.

Don't be jealous.

In 15 minutes there'll be no trace of me left there.

Sorry.

You really want to get your things?

Yes; then it'll be over.

What is it?

- That's it, that light up there? - Yes.

He's back.

I'll come another time. I don't have the courage tonight.

- For what? - To hurt him.

Hurt him?

You'll go up there. You'll get your things.

You WILL hurt him. And everything will be over, like you said.

- But if he gets mad... - Are you scared?

Happiness has to be won.

Come on. Don't be scared. I'm here.

You're right.

You'll wait for me?

- What are you doing? - You can see - I'm leaving.

- Why? - Just because.

Don't lie.

Don't tell me it's because of my work!

No, I've grown used to everything. Even that.

- Well then? - Used to it, that's all.

That's why I'm leaving.

In 24 hours you've already replaced me!

Lots of things can happen in 24 hours.

At first I was lost without you, then--

Then happy, eh?

And that's why you're going?

Did you think about me?

- No, you don't care! - I can't help it; I have to go!

What'll happen to me? I'm nothing without you.

I'll kill myself and it'll be on your conscience!

Everyone's responsible for their own life or death.

If I kill myself someday, it'll be nobody else's fault.

I hope you die alone in a corner like a dog, with no one to care about you!

Don't act more wicked than you are.

I am wicked. I'm not lucky enough to have a face like an angel.

But I'll fix that. I've had it with angels!

I'm a coward.

It's not cowardice, Angelo.

And you think you'll be happy?

Love doesn't always mean happiness, but it's stronger than anything.

Idiot! When I think of how I picked you out of the gutter--

Well, fine! You'll be doing me a favor!

Go on! Good riddance!

Take a good look, Marguerite. This is the last time you'll see this place.

- You've said goodbye? - Come on, Georges, let's go.

Take her, since you're happy with my leftovers.

And don't kid yourself; I made good use of her.

What she did for me she'll never do for anyone else.

- It's not true! - A perfect companion--

Compliant, soft, tender, and so popular with clients!

Don't listen to him! He knows it's a lie!

Will you shut up?

They have her all night, but I get her in the daytime!

What have you done?

This way! This way!

Where the key? Someone's fallen!

Someone fell in the courtyard!

Turn on the light; we can't see a thing!

- Take the wheel! - I can't drive.

He's dead.

- What are we doing here? - Get my bag.

What are you thinking?

We were so happy an hour ago!

Come on!

Poor fellow!

Too bad.

It's always the good ones who go.

I'm sorry, but business must go on.

- Resupply tonight. - I can't!

Come on, don't start.

Take the car.

- I can't! - Why?

- I can't find the car. - What do you mean?

Angelo always left it outside his house at night.

When I went by to get it and heard the news, it wasn't there.

- I looked everywhere. - So?

So I reported it to the police.

It was to help you - it's your car!

I thought it was the right thing.

I didn't ask that much of you.

Valentin, this is Georges.

Could we stay here a few days?

Come in, since you're a friend of my sister.

Is something wrong?

No, I'm a little tired.

You're hurt?

- It's not serious. - But you're bleeding!

I'm used to this.

- Did you get this in a car accident? - No, we came by train.

In any case, I'm grateful to you for bringing my sister.

I don't see her very often.

But I understand. It's not very cheerful here.

It's no better to neglect wounds of the body than those of the soul.

Now I believe you need rest.

Follow me.

See? Your room is always ready for you.

Six o'clock mass. Excuse me - Marguerite will show you your room.

You're safe here. No one will come looking for you here.

- You can wait here for me. - Wait for you?

Where are you going?

I have to go back to Paris tonight.

Don't go!

- Be reasonable, Georges! - I don't want to stay here alone!

Think - I have to work.

I can't change my usual habits, it would look suspicious!

Because by now everyone must know.

You think so?

You blame me.

Yes, I can tell - you hate me!

Hate you?

There was nothing I could do! I couldn't stop myself!

I couldn't control my actions! It was like I was someone else!

I can't explain it.

Explain what?

I did that - I've never hurt anyone in my life!

How could it all have gone so wrong?

But you did it to defend me! It's all my fault!

Georges, I'll never abandon you, never!

- You're all I have. - I don't want to lose you.

Impossible; I'm already lost!

Calm down, don't say such things!

I've ruined everything in one night!

- I'll save you! - It's too late!

Why?

I can't tell you.

- Where are you going? - To turn myself in.

- No! - Let me by.

No, Georges, you're not going.

Things will work out; I'll hide you, stay with you.

You'll see, we'll be happy. That's what matters.

When I think of what I've done--

I can't live with you! I can't even look at you!

But I can't live without you.

Let's go together!

What do you mean?

At least we'll be at peace.

Yes!

This won't bring me peace.

Leave me alone, don't touch me! You can't understand.

If I can't who can?

You can't help me - no one can!

But if you don't trust me how can I help you?

I never wanted you to know.

Know what?

It's very serious what I'm about to tell you.

- You won't believe me. - I'll believe anything you say.

Remember?

No.

Think! Make an effort!

Try to remember.

Help me! Please help me.

I remember the ring.

An old man with a white beard.

A doctor - very old.

Yes, very old. One foot in the grave.

Why do you have his ring?

It's not his - it's ours.

Because of what I did for you that night.

- For you! - For me?

Read it!

See? You don't believe me.

Marguerite of the night.

I do believe you.

- You're just saying that. - No, I do!

I didn't know I was the stake for this deal.

But he won't win.

And I'll get rid of this for you.

And how do we know this is even real?

How can I hear anything over that?

Lindbergh was over London 2 hours ago.

How do we know it's him?

- Who else could it be? - Oh, you know those English!

And where's he now?

Maybe fallen in the drink!

That's enough! We can't hear ourselves.

- It was an accident. - Of course.

There doesn't have to be anyone around to fall off a balcony.

A stupid accident.

No one's seen his girlfriend today?

She hasn't come back since the little visit she paid you.

Someone saw her near midnight at his house. She wasn't alone.

She went to introduce her new lover to Angelo.

Quite an original idea, isn't it?

No, she was here that night. Right, Alex?

Yes, like every night.

We'll wait for her then.

Make yourselves at home. Gentlemen, you're my guests.

There she is.

Let me break the news to her myself.

There they are!

The floodlights on the Eiffel Tower are all lit up.

- Any news? - He's fallen in the Channel!

He's drowned!

Oh, shut up!

Nice day, isn't it?

Proud of yourself? You've won, and by cheating!

That's not fair, Marguerite.

I don't cheat. But a game is a game.

And I don't force anyone to play with me.

You're very sure he won't get away.

I'm letting him live in the meantime.

You call this living?

What more can he ask for?

He wanted youth, love - I kept my word.

He's young, handsome.

Loved.

He wanted peace and happiness.

Everyone wants happiness - so do you. So do I.

No, not you.

Malice is the only pleasure you have left.

You should be happy.

When I think that you organized everything.

Introducing us, wanting me to love him.

Now you're doing everything to separate us.

- He doesn't deserve you. - I don't want to know!

You have to.

That night he wanted more than youth and love.

He wanted all the vices.

And you forced me to love him!

Well I don't cheat! And I don't want him to suffer.

Give him back to me.

Can't you do the right thing for once?

I'm sorry. But what's signed is signed.

Then they'll arrest him.

I can't help it.

- It can't be. - And I have to answer to others.

He had his whole life ahead of him.

And he wrecked everything in one night!

It was because of me; we're both guilty!

There must be some way of saving him.

If he hadn't been there, you'd have found someone else.

No doubt.

If someone else took his place, signed in his place, what would you care?

You can choose from the whole world, but he's all I have.

You'd do anything for the people you love.

I can't do much.

Then take a long look; this is the last time you'll ever see me!

All I can do is give you this night to find someone else.

I'll find someone.

But I warn you - his hours are numbered.

That doesn't matter - I'll find someone!

Before the cock crows.

- How did she take it? - Badly.

She was very attached to the boy.

Poor fellow - she feels bad she wasn't there to watch over him.

We'll give her the night off; she should go home.

Let her do what she likes.

And what about your car?

- What about my car? - Have you found it?

- It was never lost! - Where is it?

I loaned it to a friend.

- Oh, there she is! - Of course, you see?

This is very nice, very nice!

We were both ready to die.

Come on, ducky, be nice and say good evening to the young lady.

'Evening.

My poor little ducky; the nights seem so long with me!

You have to come here - then they'll pass quickly!

Yes, for me!

Oh, when I was his age!

What did you do when you were my age?

I was very busy with the girls!

What if you could start over again?

- Be his age again? - His age? Impossible, my dear!

I disagree. You never know.

Would that interest you?

What a question! Everyone wants to be young.

Especially those who know how to take advantage of it.

But they don't want to pay the price.

The price! If it were just a matter of price!

Who cares about the price! I'd pay it for just one night of youth!

It's not always a question of money.

- Money, or whatever. - You're not afraid of Hell?

Afraid of Hell?

Oh no! Hell would tempt me even more!

- You're not leaving already? - I'll be right back.

We'll wait for you, won't we, ducky?

- What are you doing? - With her the night would seem short.

- Don't tell me you've succeeded? - I have!

You're wasting your time. That man's belonged to me for a long time.

I said "Bring me another signature", but not just any.

A signature of the same value.

I didn't understand.

It's not so easy. Anything in doubt is already mine.

It was too good to be true.

You're very sure I'm wasting my time.

You've made the night more difficult.

In May the nights are short.

I'll find one all the same.

Well ask her to dance, since you're staring at her!

You'd say yes, wouldn't you?

I'm sorry, but I don't dance.

- Isn't that what you came for? - Not tonight.

So what are you doing here? I think it's to distract the customers.

It's no accident that you're young and pretty.

You think youth is that important?

Youth? It's everything.

Here's proof - all the men are looking at you.

When I was your age they looked at me too.

And I made plenty out of it.

You can get lots of things if you're able.

- If you could start over again? - Why do you say that?

- People have regrets... - Why worry about death ahead of time?

No, believe me dear - when you're lucky enough to be young...

... you have to know how to make use of it.

- Do you have 500 francs? - Yes.

- What for? - I've bet 500 francs on Lindbergh.

Well, I'll keep it for you.

You're not dancing, sir?

No, I don't dance. You'll think it's silly, but I don't.

It's not silly, but it's too bad.

Too bad for me.

Would you care to keep me company for a moment?

Here you either dance or drink.

As I don't dance anymore, I watch.

- And I drink. - Have you never wanted to?

Yes, in the past.

If I were young, it wouldn't seem so silly.

Young and handsome.

If I understand you, tonight you're regretting your lost youth.

Yes.

Perhaps I could give it back to you.

Please - you and me? A moment of illusion?

I don't mean that.

But if you could be 20 again - young, energetic, with a new life before you--

Even if this were possible, a new life doesn't interest me anymore.

- You have sorrows? - They keep me company.

You're wondering why I'm here.

It's a sort of pilgrimage.

When we were young, we came here occasionally.

Together.

And you were happy?

One never knows when one is happy. Only after.

Now I know that I was very happy.

It's true. I also know that I was happy.

But it's over.

What's worse is to have known happiness and to be sure of it.

Because there's nothing left to look forward to.

There is - to make the one you love happy.

For me, it's too late.

He's made it! Lindbergh has landed!

- It can't be true! - It is! At Le Bourget!

Music! Music!

Lindy! He's landed!

It's not safe to walk the streets alone at night.

I'm not walking.

- Waiting for someone? - No.

Alone?

Yes.

- Cigarette? - Thanks.

With eyes like yours, you could outshine the moon.

I don't know. I've never tried.

How about we try together?

- You're going? - I can't think with all this noise.

- But business is booming! - Yours, not mine.

If anyone wants me, I'll be in the office.

Across the street.

Look at me.

Am I in luck!

Not right away.

- You're right. How much? - No, I don't want money.

I don't want much.

I made a stupid bet.

I need 3 signatures before sunrise.

It's like a chain letter. Will you sign it?

That's all you want? My signature?

- Your signature. - On what?

This.

Come on, be nice. Fun first, then I'll sign your paper.

You'll see, I'll give you--

No, I don't want anything. Just sign.

Such a fuss over nothing!

- No, not with ink! - What then?

- Sign with-- - What?

- With your blood. - Blood?

There are already 2 names; with yours I'll win my bet.

- And that's what you came here for? - Yes.

Oh, you're a funny one!

No, sign! Whatever you want after but sign first!

You must think I'm an idiot.

Your amusements are in bad taste.

Listen, let me explain!

Drop it!

Some things shouldn't be joked about.

I'm a Catholic.

And I do believe in Hell!

It's you, Mademoiselle Marguerite.

I recognize your perfume.

- Tell me, what color is this citizen? - Black and white.

- And his eyes? - Green.

You don't sound very cheerful.

I wish I could see your face.

Perhaps I could give you back your sight.

Impossible. You're making fun of me.

You'd do anything for it, wouldn't you?

Anything! Even for just a day.

It wouldn't be a good deed, though.

Oh, I would bless you for the rest of my life!

Wait for me.

I've found someone!

- Who? - Can you restore sight to a blind man?

Ah, that one.

I have nothing to say.

He went suddenly, without suffering.

It's morning. Go home to sleep.

- I hope you finally got some rest. - Why?

I heard you pacing until dawn.

I apologize for disturbing your sleep.

Don't apologize. I was just afraid you were unwell.

It's true, I'm sick. A sickness no one can help.

- Are you sure? - Certain!

You least of all.

I wasn't suggesting myself.

But God's goodness is infinite.

You'll see.

You'll find peace at last.

Peace!

Peace!

Thank you.

For what?

For not asking me any questions.

I don't need to.

For me you are and always will be my little sister.

Whatever you do, I see in your eyes that evil cannot live in you.

If you knew!

You'll open your heart to me when the time is right.

But before, you'll have to forget this place...

... and the collar I wear.

Because it's in your brother you must confide.

Someone I love greatly told me last night...

... that we can't help those we love.

Until now I didn't believe it...

... but now I'm sure.

We can't do anything for those we love.

You can't do anything for me.

And I can't do anything for those I love more than my life.

There's always something we can do for those we love.

Tell me what to do!

If I were to speak as a priest, I'd say the words...

... and tell you the things that have to be said and done.

But I can't, and I don't want to.

You'll see. Your heart will tell you.

That might be best.

Well?

You want to get rid of me, eh?

I did everything I could. I struggled all night.

Struggle! If you'd struggled you'd have found someone.

A girl like you knows how!

You could have thought of something.

You just couldn't be bothered.

You don't give a damn about me!

You've no right to talk to me like that.

I'll start again, I'll find someone, I'm sure.

No! I don't believe you!

- Too late! - Give me one last chance.

My only chance would have been not to have met you.

Don't be unfair!

I'll never forget what I've suffered because of you.

Leave me alone!

Why did you do that?

Now I know that you truly love me.

No, don't.

You mustn't exaggerate the importance of this paper.

I'm sure you can find someone else to take your place.

Yes.

Why are you crying?

I don't know.

I'm a little late.

I had to accompany someone to his final home, as they say.

Angelo.

You have nothing to fear.

Everyone considers it an unfortunate accident.

I've been waiting for you.

What are you going to do now?

The season is over for you in Paris.

In Paris, yes. But elsewhere?

Elsewhere, it's beginning.

I could find you an engagement abroad, if you wish to leave.

Yes. As soon as possible.

You won't leave alone, Marguerite.

I'll go with you.

I've seen cowards before, but never like you.

And I've been around.

Easy for you to talk.

You begged me to give you back your youth, and I did.

I gave you every chance.

No, I'm not proud of myself when I look at you.

To think that you let her sign for you.

- Can't you do something about it? - No.

At least leave her a happy memory.

Go buy her some flowers.

What for?

So she doesn't leave with an empty heart and empty hands!

Here on earth, they call it "illusions".

You'll see - everything will work out.

And then you'll come back.

Of course.

And I'll wait for you.

In the station, this quiet train will bring you back.

I'll be here on the platform, and we can start everything over again.

Yes. Everything.

It'll be as if we'd never met.

We'll have time to forget.

For the first time we'll be free to love.

I'll never write to you, Georges.

Because I'll have nothing to say.

I said everything to you.

Go, Georges.

I'll watch you leave...

... but don't turn around.

I beg you, Georges - above all, don't turn around.

Forgive me, Marguerite.

It's not important, since he's free...

... and happy.

You really don't regret anything?

No.

Love means loving others for themselves.

The only thing that counts is their happiness.

That's why now everything is very good.

Yes. You're right.

Look, Marguerite.

You're free.

You too will be happy.

Do you hear me? Happy.