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**** films present a film by ?????

An original screenplay by ?????

No, no. Stop the music!

This music hasn't been written yet.

The script isn't written either.

The film hasn't been shot yet. It's all left to do.

Scenario, script, sets, music, distribution.

It will be a year before you see this film.

Why? Simply because...

The censors rejected our script... unanimously!

The producers just called. All that work for nothing!

Scandalous!

They don't care about genius... or about free speech!

The only right we have is to fight for our rights!

Damned morality!

So, we're not leaving?

I really didn't think they would approve our script.

- Wasn't it a good story? - It posed too many problems.

What about the prostitute who did miracles on the street?

- Wasn't that great? - Yes.

But the Bishop and the schoolgirl must have shocked the censors.

And the General becoming a conscientious objector.

It was scandalous.

- So why did we write it? - I wanted to express myself.

Death to cops!

I'm expressing myself too.

Especially since they cut my awesome reply by the Bishop.

I'll say it again... Death to cops!

It's not their fault.

- What will we do now? - Another scenario.

With what?

We don't have any characters, no settings, no subjects.

What can we write about? I'm demoralized.

We worked so well together these months, such harmony.

Don't exaggerate.

Aren't we on the same wavelength with the exact same ideas?

Your ideas are silly.

- You don't even think. - Don't start fighting again!

So tell me what idea of mine is floating in your little head?

There's nothing in the paper!

They say stories are everywhere. You just don't notice them.

An unemployed man was arrested for stealing a bicycle

to replace his which had been stolen.

He was caught with his 8-year-old son.

Fascinating!

At a town meeting yesterday in a small border town,

the communist mayor and the priest, old childhood friends,

fought over who would carry the Virgin statue in the parade,

the Reds or the Children of Mary? The mayor and priest came to blows.

Only weak stories. It's pathetic!

We'll have to invent our story.

What if we simply told a love story?

- Between two women? - Two women?

- Two men? - Idiot!

- Who then? - A man and a woman.

Yes, that might work.

We could set it in the country, in Montlu�on.

- No, in Paris. - Paris?

Yes... the morgue, the catacombs, the cemetery, the cabaret...

- What characters though? - Ordinary ones.

- Right, mediocre characters. - No, humble ones.

Wait, I could imagine a tall blond girl... Swedish.

I see her now!

She lives on the left bank with a Japanese poet, but she's sad.

Or maybe a petite brunette, a small-timer,

who runs a scam near The Bastille, pretending to get hit by cars.

A con girl in Paris!

The tricks they use to fool men!

Not horrible people, humble ones!

Okay, we'll hit them with a bang and hook them from the start!

A "swing" film!

The Concord...

The Hotel Crillon...

No... Place Vend�me, at The Ritz.

A sumptuous suite...

very cosmopolitan and luxuriously decorated.

A strangely beautiful creature, and blond�

- And Swedish. - Silence!

You're here with the General, yes or no?

It's true!

Parker is in the elevator. He's coming up.

Pan to the door.

Someone knocks.

What a beginning! What suspense!

- Then what? - We have to figure that out.

Nicole?

A girl showing her thighs, a whipping... it's pornography.

You're confusing pornography and eroticism, my dear.

- No. - What, no?

Imagine we're at a sidewalk cafe on Rue Royale.

People watching.

Eventually we'll see an interesting girl.

Miss!

Excuse me, Miss!

We just made a bet.

Do you have a job?

Yes, in fashion.

See?

- Rue de la Paix? - No, Ave. Matignon.

- You must be an apprentice. - With those legs?

No, I'm a skilled worker.

Our heroine will work in fashion.

- Unskilled and orphaned. - Orphaned?

Orphans always pay off big.

No orphans this time!

Now our hero�

How about a professional swimmer?

Or a postman... that one!

No, no, no� Couture!

Organdy, tutu, waltz! A ballet dancer... This one!

No.

Let's make him a photo-journalist.

- For a daily paper! - No, for a weekly.

Let's call him Robert.

Their adventure will span one day, but an extraordinary day...

- A holiday. - Fashion... St. Catherine's day!

- No, St. Henrietta's. - Why not St. Ernestine's?

Because St. Henrietta's is on the 14th of July.

We're going to show a sentimental 14th of July for a Parisian girl.

Yeah, and we'll call it Holiday for Henrietta.

How amusing!

Sometimes you have good ideas in spite of yourself.

That's a charming title. It makes me feel nostalgic.

- That's the title! - I'd prefer Death to Cops, but...

As for Henrietta, she'll be a nice girl,

attractive... witty...

- a bit naive. - Wait, I've got it.

It's the evening of July 13th. She just got off work.

There she is.

No, this one.

This one is much better.

- Where is she going? - Home.

Her father is a Republican guard.

Write that down, Nicole.

He lives with his family in the barracks at Place Monge.

The six bells of 6 p.m. ring out from the St. M�dard belfry.

Papa, I got the dress!

- Did Robert call? - Can't you greet me first?

No, Robert didn't call. Any reason why?

We're spending the 14th of July together tomorrow.

Lovely!

It will be the best day of my life, at least up to now.

- What's that? - A surprise for Robert.

- A present? - Sort of.

- I broke a nail. - Let me do it then.

What is it?

Wait!

I borrowed it from work. Do you like it?

- As long as it doesn't rain. - Don't be so negative!

- Margaret has the same one. - Margaret?

Margaret, the Queen's sister. She's our client.

Hello, sweet pea.

Oh boy! And how are you?

What a day! I'm beat.

I work at the Palace tomorrow. I wish the 14th didn't exist.

- That's not what Henrietta thinks. - She's not a Republican guard!

- Robert's not here? - Should he be?

Yes, at 6 p.m. to take some photos.

He's doing a story about the preparations for the 14th.

He won't come now.

- He must be at work. - You always make excuses for him.

Virginia, don't start!

He's been seeing her for a year.

He should tell her his intentions.

Ha! You want Henrietta to get married just like that.

- He's never mentioned marriage. - That's because he's shy.

Not too shy for kisses and wandering hands.

Kisses?

- He doesn't kiss me that much. - But his kisses last a long time.

We met in October, we got married in February, and you came July 14th.

Robert isn't that hurried.

I bet he has another girl.

If he did, he wouldn't spend the 14th with me.

- He hasn't spent it with you yet. - But he promised.

Tomorrow will be the big day.

I bet he asks me to marry him, and I already know what I'll say.

- What is that? - Our wedding date.

We'll get married next year on July 14th.

Him and me!

Where are you going?

- To get the paper. - What for?

I want to see Robert's horoscope. I'm Cancer, and he's Aries.

I'm Taurus.

- Hello, gorgeous! - Do you have my paper?

- Going out tonight? - No, I have to rest for tomorrow.

- Why is that? - It's St. Henrietta's day!

So how's your horoscope?

Triumph over circumstance. Your dreams will come true.

There you are!

- Look! - Let's see� Aries.

Your dreams will come true. Triumph over circumstance.

Like that was hard to write!

When it comes to photos, I'm an expert.

I've been in all the papers. Right?

My whole career is up there.

At the Opera with the President.

With the President at the Theater, and at the Elys�e Palace.

At Notre Dame with President Lebrun.

Lebrun again, I forget where.

Here... at an exhibition.

I'm always with the President.

- She thought you weren't coming. - That's not true!

- I got held up at work. - Like I said!

Here's the next issue. I did the cover.

What a pretty girl!

Beautiful horse!

It's Rita Solar, the circus star from M�drano.

- Going dancing tonight? - No, I'm waiting for tomorrow.

- Were you free tonight? - No, that's why I asked.

- You have a date? - If he does, he won't tell you.

Ready?

One more.

- You're working tonight? - Yes, for my story.

But, tomorrow...

Hold that pose.

What about tomorrow? Let's get one with your boots.

- She's afraid you'll be worn out. - Oh, I'll sleep in.

You're lucky. I'll be with the President all day.

Not to be a nuisance, but it's my duty.

I love the 14th of July because it's my name day and my birthday.

It feels like everyone is celebrating for me.

- You're not working tomorrow? - I always work July 14th.

That's terrible. I thought�

I've got a brilliant idea.

I want to shoot a pretty girl's day as she celebrates in Paris.

- What do you think? - A pretty girl?

Yes, and the pretty girl is you!

Ah, that's better. He scared you a bit, eh?

She was getting worried. I know her well.

Here's the plan.

We'll meet at 2 p.m. across from the Hotel de Ville.

I'll take some photos then it's off to the dances.

The Bastille, Concorde, Montparnasse�

- La Nation! - Let him finish!

They lent me a car from work.

- Guess what is at 5 p.m.? - I don't know.

- It's off to the Opera. - The Opera?

We'll visit backstage and the main hall.

Denise Duval will be singing The Marseillaise.

Then we'll dine in Montmartre, and dance until the fireworks start.

- Then at midnight... - At midnight?

Calm down.

At midnight, a champagne supper!

I've never been to one.

All great events start with one!

What do you think?

Make sure she's back by 4 a.m. or her mother will be angry.

Well? He asked what you think.

Pretend I'm not here. Kiss him!

- So what do you think? - I adore you!

Save that for tomorrow. And respect your father.

And we fade to black.

Fade�

to black.

And that's how July 13th ends.

So, Nicole... What do you think?

Well, at a minute a page, you've got...

- 11 minutes of film. - That much?

We need it for our little intro.

Rather a sappy little intro!

Little thoughts from a little idiot!

Now, the setting for the 14th of July.

Take notes, Nicole.

The sun is shining.

Everything is polished for the show...

and the trumpets sound the reveille!

The clergy arrive first.

The monuments put on their finery.

The clergy are still there.

Stages go up everywhere.

Them again!

Don't forget the decorations! Take notes, Nicole!

Them again!

Don't forget the munitions!

The extras too!

And with this series of clips, Henrietta's day begins.

Her very own 14th of July! A day of love and dancing!

At 2pm, as planned,

Robert nervously meets Henrietta across from the Hotel de Ville.

- No, they don't meet. - Why not?

Their love can only be a troubled affair.

- Otherwise there's no story. - And no story... no film.

Yes.

You're right.

At the last minute,

Robert doesn't show up for their date.

- Henrietta is crushed. - But why doesn't he show up?

Because he was called to a story and couldn't warn Henrietta.

It's the morning of July 14th.

The parade starts near the Champs Elysees.

A man is on his deathbed... a great statesman.

In the courtyard, special envoys gather.

Reporters and photographers are there.

They hope the poor man will be kind enough to die before cocktail hour.

Various important people have come at the news.

- Mr. President, a comment please? - It's not a good time.

I am losing a great friend.

France is losing a great mind, and me an old friend...

and God is gaining a great soul. That's all I can say.

Are you finished yet? It's indecent!

All these men have a private life. That's what we'll talk about.

Like this jaded journalist.

Or this young reporter who is full of himself.

And this man, whose wife is in labor.

We'll contrast this man's death with the idyllic day of Henrietta.

Robert is trying to figure out how to contact Henrietta.

Some nerve dying on July 14th!

- Get a shot of the old hag. - I don't have time.

Do me a favor. I'm supposed to meet someone...

And Henrietta waits across from the Hotel de Ville,

with her beautiful dress, her parasol, and her illusions.

And the messenger falls for Henrietta and betrays Robert!

I've seen that story before.

No!

What's your idea then?

- What is Robert doing? - You said he wasn't coming.

No, I didn't.

- What do we know about him? - He loves Henrietta.

Fine, but what is he?

- A photo-journalist. - So?

Photograph... And whom did he photograph?

Who?

Who? Rita Solar.

That's right. Rita Solar, the circus star.

Darling Rita!

- And where does Robert live? - In Montmartre.

How, original! No, he lives at the Hotel Guyane.

Okay, whatever you want. It's still the 14th of July!

The windows are open with flags and celebrations!

You exaggerate. We rarely see that nowadays.

Fine, no flags.

No decorations, no celebrations.

Here is the Hotel Guyane.

It has a certain charm. You're like one of the family there.

When it's hot, they all open their doors.

Now, where is Robert?

There?

No.

There?

Not either.

Can't be here.

- Bob, do you speak English? - Yeah.

- There's an Englishman in my bed. - An Englishman?

- Come ask what he's doing there. - Maybe he's a tourist.

Good morning! How are you?

Fine, thanks.

- You know this lady? - No, what is she doing in my room?

A colonist... He thinks this is his room.

That's rich! Ask if we made love first?

Did you... with the lady?

Oh, yes! Three times.

He's not English then, he's American. What does he want now?

- And what do you want to do? - Love.

Again?

Now, will you get out? Tell her to come back at noon.

- He says come back at noon. - You're kidding!

If he doesn't go, I'll call the cops!

Hey, what are you doing today? Will you take me out?

No, I have a date with Henrietta.

- Henrietta? - Yes, Henrietta.

Let me introduce you.

- Is it serious? - Very much so.

This just came for you.

Fine, can you open it and read it please?

Thank you for the lovely photos.

Tomorrow, I leave for Holland. I would be very pleased...

if you would come see me this afternoon.

I have wonderful memories of our brief encounter,

and I don't want to leave without saying goodbye.

Thank you again, Rita Solar.

Who is Rita?

Her.

Well...

"Come see me... I have a horse."

Are you going to see her?

- No, it wouldn't be right. - Oh, go on!

It's better to cheat before you get engaged.

And if I were a man... and this starlet...

Henrietta would forgive you.

And rightly so. It's not love, it's a circus.

It's a circus.

Aside from her state of undress, this Giselle character is useless.

Poor girl.

Giselle... She's the essence of woman.

She hides her game. She's sly, shrewd and cunning.

Giselle has a weak spot for Robert.

She's the deus ex machina, preventing them from meeting.

Meeting with Rita?

No, you never understand!

With Henrietta!

That's not likely. Giselle is a good girl at heart.

All right, I know. Listen...

Robert does not go to meet Henrietta.

He gets Giselle to go offer his excuses.

But she doesn't know Henrietta.

Just fade to the photo.

Giselle searches in vain for Henrietta at the caf�.

Henrietta is so shy she dares not sit at the caf�.

Then a blind man�

- Please help me cross. - But I�

Help me cross, please.

The man you're waiting for will not come. He won't.

- Who says I'm waiting for someone? - I know because you are pretty

and your dress is stunning.

For an hour, you've seemed extremely impatient.

I've been watching you. I never took my eyes off you.

Come with me, and I will guide you.

I will tell you astounding things.

What is this?

Curious, eh?

- What just happened? - It's destiny!

Destiny that seems blind but isn't. Mysterious and secret destiny!

Deceptive and facetious destiny!

Right... that's just insane.

Nicole, what do you think Robert is thinking?

The meeting with Rita Solar isn't until the late afternoon.

Between now and then, anything could happen.

Exactly.

That's the key phrase... "Between now and then".

Nicole is a woman. She understands.

Between now and then, anything can happen!

And I'll tell you exactly what's happening...

in front of the Hotel de Ville, on this 14th of July.

Write this down, Nicole.

And while Henrietta is waiting�

- That chair is taken. - Yes, by me!

- May I? - That's mine!

I don't see your name on it.

- I'll sit on your name! - You won't need a chair then.

- Is this yours? - Yes, I'm expecting someone.

Waiter, two beers!

- And for you? - But, I�

- For you? - The same.

- Four beers! - No, just one!

It's okay, 4 beers, and quick, it's hot.

I'm not curious�

but I'd like to see the man who makes you wait.

Things happen.

- Are you his wife? - No, not yet.

Then he has no excuse.

I know how it is. My wife is always waiting for me.

Yet I'm very precise. I'm always an hour late.

I was an hour late for my wedding.

I almost missed the ceremony.

In 1918, the war had been over for an hour, I was still firing.

I nearly started it up all over again.

Thank you.

To your cute little nose!

What's your name?

Robert!

Not Robert... My name's Antoine.

- Waiting long? - Not long.

He kept me company.

Antoine, nice to meet you, Robert. Come have a beer.

- I didn't think you'd come. - We had a flat tire.

- Your dress is gorgeous! - You like it?

Stand by the table.

Smile!

Did you see my purse? You had it sent for my birthday.

Here... for now. Happy birthday, Henrietta!

This parasol was my grandmother's. It's a bit rococo, but it's cute.

May I kiss her?

Don't worry, I'm an antique, just like that parasol.

- May I? - Be my guest.

Happy birthday, Henrietta!

Hold it.

The Parisian girl's day is off to a good start.

What are you doing, young lady!

My wife.

This is Henrietta, Robert... and your beer.

- Where were you? - Did you miss me?

- He does this every 14th of July. - But this is our special day.

Our first dance. Remember, Charlotte?

We danced the tango and the rouli-rouli.

I was wearing one of those elephant pants,

and Charlotte had a parasol, like Henrietta.

I was drinking white wine... It was like I was flying!

Charlotte, shall we dance? This may be our last 14th of July.

And this is how our life has been 37 years together!

- This is our first 14th of July too. - And our first dance?

- Already? - The band needs a break too.

- But I'm not tired. - Let's take some photos.

Hey, Chief... Can I get a photo for Visions?

Sure, it's free publicity.

Let this girl join you.

She's Ingrid Pedersen, the Swedish film star.

You must recognize her!

My pleasure. Give me your hand.

She doesn't speak French.

Miss Ingrid, you go there?

- Oui. - That's all she can say.

- Give her a hand. - Wait, I'll get my camera.

It's almost 5 p.m. Remember what I told you.

Ladies and Gentlemen! We have with us today...

the great Swedish film star, Ingrid Pedersen,

who honors us with her presence.

A round of applause for Ingrid Pedersen!

Miss Ingrid, you make... Cheers with the guys.

One more.

What films has she done?

Saint of Shadows, Snow in Winter, My Heart Explodes, and more.

Hold that pose...

Perfect!

How do I get her autograph?

Just say, autograph. Every star knows that.

An autograph, please.

Ingrid!

Quick, play something snappy!

Ready guys? One, two...

May I?

So you don't understand French?

You're one sweet doll. I bet you're a feisty one.

I'd love to visit Sweden.

Sorry, I'm cutting in.

- But I wanted to learn Swedish. - Go buy a dictionary!

I love you.

- Let's go. - Where?

- To the Opera. - Oh right, we'll be late.

Where's the driver?

- The boss wants you at his place. - What for?

Photos... he's throwing a ball, and he's invited all of Paris.

- So we're not going to the Opera? - Well, you see.

- Where does your boss live? - In the suburbs.

It's not my fault, you know.

Okay, as long as I'm with you!

No, I need to concentrate when I work.

- What difference does it make? - It's impossible.

Impossible... Understand?

What's wrong?

- My mother was right about you. - What did she say?

Doesn't she like me?

Hurry, you'll be late.

I could refuse to go. It's up to you.

No, you want it too much.

No, I just don't want to lose my job, that's all.

In any case, we'll meet at 7 p.m.

at that little restaurant on the square.

Goodbye, and behave yourself.

You too. Go or you'll be late!

See you at 7 p.m. Place du Tertre.

An autograph, please?

Henrietta was all choked up... and about to cry.

Fade out.

That bastard! I knew he didn't love her.

- But he does love her. - Then why did he leave her?

Because he has his whole life to spend with her,

- but only a few hours with Rita. - Still!

All men are faithful, yet fickle when a chance arises.

You!

Nice way of thinking!

Who says he'll cheat on her?

I didn't type it out yet, but I know how you think.

We're not there yet, wait.

Let me get into Henrietta's skin... Okay, I'm there.

You're scaring me.

I am Henrietta. Robert left me here. A poor girl lost in the crowd.

Great theme, idiot... solitude!

But I can't just stand here by myself.

- Give me an adventure! - I have an idea.

Who was that man who danced with her?

- Do you know him? - I only know his name is Marcel.

I know!

He's a madman!

He escaped from the asylum,

but we won't know he's crazy until the end of the film.

That morning�

Stand at attention when I pass!

- Don't you think we'd know he's crazy? - Well, it is the 14th.

No, that's just too crazy!

Try to think before you speak!

- A madman! - You've never met a madman?

- Oh, yes! - So he could be unstable.

Yes, it comes from working with a dimwit...

who gets his ideas from asylums.

Fine, you win!

Marcel didn't escape from an asylum.

He escaped from prison!

Let me finish!

He's a murderer... condemned for life.

He got the D.A.'s home address and swore revenge.

And on this 14th of July�.

Remember me? Now it's payback time!

And up, into the truck!

Marcel threatens the driver to go faster.

Close-up on the driver.

Then a panoramic shot of a car chase through Paris!

Close in on the speeding car with motorcops in pursuit.

Medium shot from the side. The car runs four red lights!

Then an aerial shot of the street.

The car turns suddenly and spins out!

It skids into a vegetable stand! The driver dies, but the man flees.

The police give chase, but he escapes to the cemetery.

And 5 minutes later, having ditched them�

Ladies and Gentlemen! We have with us today...

the great Swedish film star, Ingrid Pedersen,

who honors us with her presence.

A round of applause for Ingrid Pedersen!

Then we'll just continue the touching story of a gangster...

redeemed by love.

My God, it's enough to make you want to vomit.

Your lust for blood turns my stomach.

And your settings are ridiculous.

The murderer of Gaumont theater!

No, no, and no!

No, no, and no!

Marcel could be appealing as a fugitive, fine.

But not as a murderer. That's where I draw the line.

Fine.

If Marcel meets Henrietta that afternoon,

it's because the window of his apartment...

looks over the square where Robert left Henriette.

And don't be surprised if he doesn't take any guff from Valentine.

- Valentine? - His girlfriend.

You know what you are, Maurice?

His name's not Marcel. Take note, Nicole.

Expert, my ass!

I don't care if you were first in your class.

I don't have an education, but people understand me.

Not so fast. I'm not leaving empty handed.

You can steal another one. All the guys are out today.

You were happy to see me when the cops were after you.

What's wrong with you?

All you do is sulk. You never come to bed.

What did you do? Take a vow?

That's too easy!

Don't touch me!

Maurice, darling!

Say something, Maurice!

Open the door, Maurice!

Okay, I get it.

You ugly, no good, filthy, loser!

You're going to be sorry, but I'll bounce back!

After all I've done for you, it will haunt you in the end!

When you spit into the wind it blows back at you.

You dirty thief!

Fine, I get it.

It's all set.

The Baron left for Deauville. No one is home.

Here is the layout of the house.

We don't care about the upstairs. We want the ground floor.

This is the salon.

Take all the furniture and paintings marked with an X.

Here is the Baron's study.

In his study, there's a Van Gogh. It's fake!

There's a safe behind it, a real one.

There is 50 million cash inside. Take it.

Four gold bars... Take it.

The family jewelry... Take it.

The government bonds and notes...

Leave it.

Paolo and I will keep watch in front of the house.

So don't worry. We'll be disguised as cops.

It's a bit disgusting, but a guy has to live.

The van will arrive precisely at 5 o'clock.

It should take 12 minutes to move the furniture and paintings.

No.

No?

No, I'm not interested.

You're joking.

I've got other plans.

- You want to do the job without us? - No, I'm just changing my ways.

You can't back out now. We've planned this for 2 months.

- Right, Paolo? - Yeah!

If we had the safe's combination, we could do it without you.

But only you can open the safe.

- Right, Paolo? - Yeah!

- It's a great plan. Right, Paolo? - Yeah!

- Have Bricard do it. - He's in prison.

- What about Vernaud? - We can't trust him.

- Maurice, it's a great deal. - No, I've lost the desire.

I just want to pick pockets.

- That's it? - Yes.

No, you decide at 5 p.m.

I'll send D�d� with the car at 5. He'll have the keys.

No, don't say anything. The car will be there at 5.

- Got it? - I got it.

Let's go, Paolo.

Yeah!

That's the real Maurice.

A questionable character, yet charming nonetheless.

- And gifted with manual dexterity. - Great, let's follow him!

A Brandy.

Brandy.

A Cognac.

Where's mine?

- Wait, you'll be served. - But I was here first.

Well, if it isn't Adrian!

Yes, Maurice, it's me.

I'm always 2nd, and you're 1st, just like in school.

Cheers!

- It's great to see you! - Same here, you scholar!

You know, school always bored me. I haven't read a book in years.

- But you were so good at school. - I had a knack.

Not me. I worked like a dog, even on Sundays.

Still holding a grudge?

No, but I'd like to be first, just once.

So, what's new?

- I'm in business, and you? - I'm in leather.

- How's life? - All right.

- Are you married? - No, I'm happy, and you?

I'll get married when I find a virgin bride.

You really do want to be first!

So, you're in business?

- Big business or small? - What do you mean?

General crime or petty theft? Criminal or Vice?

Here's your badge, Inspector Macare.

- Where did you get that? - Where it was.

Another round!

Fine line of work!

It's nice... catching suspects, making them talk.

- You're first at that. - Exactly.

I'm sure leather has its advantages too.

I've been watching you.

You've been living nearby... for two months.

I heard about you.

- So you dropped by? - I'm just passing by.

- Out of curiosity? - Just for a stroll.

- Here's to you, Maurice. - And to you, Adrian.

Well, maybe we'll meet again someday.

Yes, but it won't be here.

- Farewell, Adrian! - See you soon, Maurice.

- Does he come here often? - Yes, 2 or 3 times a day.

He's a good guy, not stingy.

Generous!

- He can afford it. - Really?

He's a strange fellow, you know.

- Buy me a drink? - My pleasure.

A wine!

Ladies and Gentlemen! We have with us today...

the great Swedish film star, Ingrid Pedersen,

who honors us with her presence.

A round of applause for Ingrid Pedersen!

And this is the way that Maurice arrives at the square...

as they present Ingrid Pedersen whom the crowd seems to know.

They want her autograph.

Marcel dances with her.

But Robert, wanting to meet Rita, lies to Henrietta.

He goes to M�drano, leaving Henrietta behind.

And that's where I've got a brilliant idea!

In her dressing room, sumptuous and plush...

I present Rita, the fascinating circus star!

Robert arrives at M�drano with his blood pressure rising

and his heartbeat racing.

Backstage at M�drano...

Balancing acts... Tumblers... Animal trainers...

The smell of manure...

A poetic documentary of a lively atmosphere.

Robert is surprised by her indifference.

He approaches Rita, but she doesn't recognize him.

Oh yes, the photographer!

What?

I never wrote a letter.

He can wait in her room. We'll clear that up later.

Suddenly a man appears... Rita's lover.

The letter was a trap.

Because of the photo, he thought she cheated on him.

It's useless to argue with him.

Besides, he's Spanish. He doesn't speak French.

The attacker hits the angle of the marble mantel...

and drops dead.

Yes, and what about the body?

That's where the drama lies... hiding the body.

He has to cross Paris with everyone celebrating.

It's the high point of the film.

Why don't you get off those heights for now?

You don't like my idea.

Your circus is a cinema creation. It's not a real circus.

That's subjective.

As to the letter, there's no mix up.

Rita did write the letter, and I'll prove it.

Robert arrives at M�drano.

He goes through the stage door.

He shows his press pass.

The halls are empty.

The star's dressing room is sordid.

I hope I'm not bothering you.

How nice of you to come.

- So you got my letter? - Yes.

- Did you like my photos? - Yes, very much.

The next issue.

It's well done, eh?

Admirably well.

Miss Rita, you're on!

You came a little early.

I can wait, you know.

I sure hope so.

Let's go.

Not bad, hmm? Do you like what you see?

Are you coming or are you waiting here?

I want to see your act.

You can't stay here!

- Idiot! - You're the idiot.

No, I meant Robert.

He's just a bit cavalier, like all young men.

He's totally irresponsible.

While he's playing at his game, Henrietta is in grave danger.

Will she escape?

Maurice has tried getting her back to his place... in vain.

He has tried to get her drunk... to no avail.

But his luck changes when his friend Felix shows up.

How fortunate!

A nice little drive...

It will do you good to get some air.

Tragedy looms large.

The music makes sure we know.

No, please don't, and be nice.

That's all I want.

Stop that, or I'll get out.

Leave me alone!

Are you kidding?

You knew we weren't going to church when you got in.

Stop the car!

Stop!

Don't bother, he's my friend.

- Let go, or I'll scream! - Oh yeah?

Help me!

Let me go!

- Is he dead? - Yes.

Great! But what about the body?

It's not a film, it's a massacre. A massacre in the industrial park!

You're a Sadist!

Sorry, I don't think like a boy. I'm a man.

A man? You're a blind elephant!

When are you going to understand that Maurice, despite his faults,

is a nice guy... a nice guy!

Got that?

You're back to your old self! Finally!

Nicole, where were we?

Robert just left for M�drano,

and Henrietta was signing autographs.

Remember Maurice thinks she's a Swedish film star.

Maurice is having an adventure too. He's had his eye on Henrietta.

Are you crying?

We can stop if you want.

Sweden... an incomprehensible country.

You sad? Why?

Me, I like Sweden.

What do I care? I'm not Swedish, and my name's not Ingrid.

I'm not an actress. I'm a local girl.

What's your name?

Henrietta.

- Who's the photographer? - He's nobody.

- He's not your boyfriend? - Hardly.

He's my photographer... and not even that!

And he left you alone on your name day?

Leave me alone.

- How much? - 100 francs a bunch.

- No, all of them. - All?

- Is this enough? - For that you can have me too.

- Will you take them with you? - The flowers, yes.

Hey, kids! Come here a minute.

Would you do me a favor?

See that girl over there?

Give her a bouquet and say... Happy Name Day, Henrietta!

This is for you to share.

- What do we say? - Happy Name Day, Henrietta!

- But her name's Ingrid. - Don't worry.

Don't forget... Happy Name Day, Henrietta!

A gift from Henrietta.

Happy Name Day, Henrietta!

- Do you live with your parents? - No, I like my independence.

- What do your parents do? - My father is at The Elys�e.

He works with the President.

I don't do anything. And you?

What do I look like?

You look nice, but that's not a job.

I'm a pilot. I fly planes.

Don't look up there. I'm down here.

It must be great to fly, and dangerous.

I like it.

- Where do you fly? - Paris, New York, Dakar.

- Right now, I do the Far East. - The Far East!

Chandernagor, Banaras... Kashmir, Bengal...

- Saigon and Bombay. - I've always wanted to travel.

- I dare you. - What?

- Come with me. - Where?

Anywhere you desire.

That's wonderful!

Waiter, a map of the world!

The lady can choose whatever she wants.

How about Polynesia?

St. Louis Blues? Duke Ellington, Old Man River?

Look, there's my car.

- You have a car? - Yes, and a driver.

Waiter!

You'd leave just like that?

I have to get some money at home first.

Okay.

- Do you live far? - It's on the way.

Got the keys?

- So you're coming? - Yes, with her.

- It's okay, she's harmless. - Yes, Baron!

- Hello, Mr. Maurice. - Hello.

Hello, Miss.

The police are very polite here.

They're special officers.

After you!

- I can't see a thing. - Just a minute.

I must be getting senile... I can't find the light.

Here it is!

Oh, it's so beautiful!

- Nice, isn't it? - It's like a palace!

I inherited it two years ago.

I hardly come here because I travel so much.

Don't be afraid... It's electric. My father loved gadgets.

Oh, those paintings... and those vases!

And those statues!

And the carpets... It's like walking on air.

Those chandeliers! They must be worth a fortune.

- They really don't belong to me. - It's incredible. You're so humble.

So frank.

- And you live here! - I'm rarely here.

You really are humble.

How nice of you to say.

- That deserves a kiss. - No, not just yet.

Just one kiss... to see what it's like.

No, no one stops at one kiss.

If you want to stop, just say "When".

I'm busy!

"When"

Already?

You're right, we'll miss our plane.

Wait here, I have a surprise for you.

- Can you play solitaire? - Of course, why?

- But why? - Shh, I'm thinking.

Go ahead. I'll be right back, I promise.

Hello... Excuse me?

Yes, this is The Elys�e Palace.

Mr. Auriol? Sorry, but he is no longer part of our staff.

Oh, you!

- How is your game going? - It's going well.

Which do you prefer...

Argentina or Mexico... or Peru?

- How can I say without seeing them? - Okay, we'll decide over there.

I won!

I did too.

Stay there and close your eyes.

Trying to kiss me again?

Not every 5 minutes. You have to let me breathe.

Close your eyes.

When can I open them?

There... open them!

Here's your wedding chest, and travel kit.

- You're joking. - Never been more serious.

I swore I'd change my life today, just on a whim.

Then I met you, and I was certain.

I saw something in you.

You're my first hope and my last card.

- Let's go away together. - Go?

- Yes, tonight. - But I can't.

But you said yes earlier.

- I was joking. - At who's expense?

Besides, I lied. I'm not available and I don't live alone.

- You have a lover? - No, with my parents.

But you were right about Robert, the photographer.

He's not just anyone.

Robert...

Well, he's not my lover... at least not yet.

But he is somebody.

Do me a favor. Put these things back.

If I really wanted to, I would� but I don't.

Pity!

- Maybe I will go with you. - Maybe or you will?

Maybe I will.

- I have a proposition for you. - You do?

I have a dinner date with Robert in Montmartre. Let's go.

But if he doesn't show up, I'll go with you.

Or he'll see us together, and he'll beat you up.

- Or he won't beat me up. - Then I'll go with you too.

That's two out of three. The odds are in my favor.

- Is someone here? - It's not important.

Stay right there.

Changed your mind, eh?

What's going on?

Help!

They're trying to kill him!

Officers, hurry up!

Help!

Look!

Quiet, you'll alarm the neighborhood.

Oh shit, the cops!

Look out!

What's going on here?

- What's wrong? - Just a misunderstanding.

- How's that? - We came for a delivery.

We introduced ourselves, but he threw us out.

They have the wrong address.

I told them Rue Chabert is the 2nd on the left.

- That's right. - See!

Well, what are you waiting for?

Okay, we're going.

Come on.

- Thank you for your help. - Lucky you were here!

- Shall we go now? - Okay, let me get my things.

- So what's the plan? - Dinner at Montmartre.

Come on.

Inspector Macare... Arrest those gangsters!

- Gangsters? - Don't argue. Go get them!

Careful, it's the inspector!

Even though I got a good tip, you still got here first.

But this time, that's how I wanted it.

Inspector Macare... Arrest this dangerous burglar.

Oh, you're that madman.

He's that crazed madman who thinks he's a cop.

Tell it to the judge. Officers, do your duty!

Sure, Inspector. They'll do their duty.

Play along or he'll cry like a baby. Take him away gently.

Yes, Mr. Maurice.

- Well then, let's go! - What?

- Let's go, Inspector. - What?

Hurry, Inspector. The Chief is waiting for you.

I'll get you for this!

That's right, let's go.

Incredible!

What a day! It's wonderful.

Montmartre?

Montmartre!

Let me go, dammit!

That's enough already! Shut up and march!

- Montmartre! - Right.

Officers!

Run away!

Arrest those two men!

The two impostors are placed under arrest.

But Maurice didn't see that.

He thinks he'll cross the border with a willing Henrietta.

Dissolve... A passionate kiss, a departing train... Music...

"THE END"

It's pathetic!

Let me speak!

It's my turn!

Macare arrests Maurice for burglary and Henrietta as his accessory.

A wrongful arrest... an ending worthy of Chaplin!

Put a hot towel on him!

- Well, why not? - Because it has to work out!

- You and your sugary endings! - Better sugar than arsenic!

Well, I prefer a crime or suicide to your lies!

It's a lie when you try to prove that all's well that ends well!

That's an intellectual farce!

And I can't stand your chronic pessimism!

- Fine, I'll go back to Paris! - Good riddance!

Go on without me!

- Wait, Sir! - Ow, that's hot!

Nicole, would you arrest Henrietta?

No way... and give the last word to some filthy cop?

- My boyfriend is a police officer! - Don't give him my regards.

I won't!

I didn't expect you to. Pig lover!

- You'd be quieter if he were here. - Says who?

- He's hurt people for less. - So, he's a brute.

He is not!

The police make sure we live in peace.

The cops never stopped a war!

Sit down! There's no need to fight.

Drama! I need drama!

Give him a rubdown. He needs it.

That's enough already!

- Take a bit off the neck. - Yes, Sir.

Now, if you want drama, it's already there.

The two movers are still out there. They'll be looking for Maurice.

And Macare will have made the fake cops talk.

They were supposed to meet Maurice in Montmartre.

Maybe he'll end up arresting Maurice.

But let's not forget Robert.

The show's been over at M�drano for quite a while now.

Er ist sehr nett... dein kleiner Fotograf.

What are you thinking?

What am I thinking?

Should I tell you?

- You're thinking what I'm thinking. - What you're thinking?

Exactly.

And I think that if you think that I think what you're thinking,

then we're close to an understanding.

Give me a hand.

He loves me�

- Pardon? - Nothing, go on.

He loves me... He loves me not.

He loves me... He loves me not.

He loves you a little.

You forgot a button.

Oh, right.

I know what you're thinking. I'm used to it.

You have a tiny black spot on your lip.

No, that's my father.

My father was a great Hungarian general.

When Hungary went to war in 1914, he resigned...

to save his reputation.

He's in London now.

He just published his memoirs, "30 Years of Watercolors"

Because he loved watercolors.

That and horses. He was a great general.

What are you looking at? What makes me so special?

- No. - Why not?

No, be a good boy... for now.

Do you find me a bit attractive?

Yes, very much!

So then what's the rush, since we both agree?

- Here's our dinner. - Dinner?

- Set it over there. - Yes, Madam.

There's a time for everything. First, we dine.

- First? - Yes, before we...

Stop that!

- What the hell is this! - Eroticism, my dear friend.

I know what it is. Now stop it!

Impossible! It's destiny.

You and your destiny! Henrietta is horrified.

- Have you been here before? - What?

- Have you been here before? - Of course not!

The movers!

- You have some nerve! - Quiet, I'll explain.

- Yeah. - After the autopsy.

- Henrietta dies? - Yes.

Great, but what about the body?

- Why kill her? - Let's kill them both!

No, your story just gets muddier!

- Seriously! What do we want? - To have sex with the circus girl!

That's what we'll do.

So there's no need for that sad parading of women.

Alas, the flesh is weary... and I've seen all the films.

Besides, the night clubs don't open until later.

So Maurice couldn't have taken her there.

Right now, they're in Montmartre as planned.

Henrietta wants revenge on Robert.

While at M�drano, we've finished making love.

Already?

Come on!

Miss Rita, you're on soon.

Okay.

Did you hear that, Dear?

I'm on in 5 minutes.

What time is it?

Time for us to part.

- Can I have your photo? - Yes, but what kind of photo?

An ID photo.

You look worn out, poor thing.

- I hope I didn't disappoint you. - You were just as I expected.

No more, no less.

You're a good young man.

Here... Sorry, I don't have a better one.

What are you doing?

I'm putting you in my visitors book.

What?

Sign there!

Should I write a message?

Just put your name, Paris, today's date, that's it.

I didn't choose you for your mind.

Good grief!

The next time you're in Paris...

I hope you'll have the good taste to stay home.

I work so I can be independent, not to be inconvenienced.

If everyone acted like me,

life would be nicer, wouldn't it?

But people are afraid to do what they want.

Now, if you don't leave now, you'll miss your date.

- I think I already missed it. - You never know.

And thank you for the photos.

Come in!

- No kiss goodbye? - I hate that.

Taxi... Montmartre!

No, The Bastille if you want.

- You don't want to eat? - I'm not hungry.

- Check, please! - No, let's stay a bit longer.

He won't show up now.

Five more minutes.

I'll give you those 5 minutes so you won't hold a grudge.

You have your whole life to pay me back.

The die is cast... No more bets.

Arthur and Paulo got nabbed. Thanks for calling us.

- Where is he? - Over there!

- I have to tell you something. - Shh, I'm looking at my watch.

Time flies this year.

Which train station do you prefer? We'll go wherever you like.

Tomorrow we'll be far away from this 14th of July.

Check, please!

No, wait... I lied to you.

Don't be mad, but I don't love you.

You're very kind and you saved my day.

But I don't love you.

You already said that. Check please!

I wanted to show off.

I was angry and frustrated.

I was hurt, but I didn't want to show it.

So when you asked me to go, I pretended I would.

I was sure he'd come back.

- It's not my fault. - I know you don't love me.

I'm not that naive.

You wake from a happy dream, then you go back to sleep.

But you keep dreaming, semi-consciously.

The dawn breaks, you wake up, and life goes on.

The bad dreams begin... and it's over.

This 14th was a bust, but we'll remember it fondly.

That's good!

Let's go for a walk.

Maybe we'll find who you were looking for.

No, you already told me.

You said it all.

I'll pay the bill.

I'm terribly sorry, Madam.

- I'd like to pay. - Sure, what did have?

Scram!

I've got you this time, Maurice. Stay calm.

- It's okay, I have nowhere to go. - You know... I let you eat dinner.

She's waiting for me outside. Let me say goodbye.

She's innocent.

She thinks I'm another guy... what I might have been.

Give me two minutes.

I promise.

I trust you.

Go ahead, or I should say... You go first... for the last time.

So, are you ready?

I'd like a gift for St. Henrietta's.

- For your wife? - No, my fianc�e.

- Something nice then. - Yes.

- What range? - She's about 20.

You know... I'll always remember you.

Surprised?

No, but keep it a secret. Don't tell anyone.

I promise.

Maurice?

What is this! One goes left, the other right?

- You can't do that! - Get them back together!

- I didn't say anything. - Me neither.

- I thought they'd meet at the shop. - Good luck now!

At some point the characters take over their destiny...

- without consulting the authors. - Yes, but he must find her!

Wait, it's simple!

Robert runs to her place.

While she runs to his.

And when they tire of waiting, they take the Metro,

and miss each other again, and so on.

The umbrella!

Yes, her umbrella is how Robert will find her.

Robert goes to the 4th floor to get a group shot.

Henrietta!

No, it was a beautiful day. People don't have umbrellas.

Let them run around. They'll find each other.

Robert!

- Are you Robert? - I am.

- Looking for Ingrid? - Oh, yes!

- She's over there. - Thank you very much.

Sorry, I'm left handed.

Henrietta...

I've been looking for you...

Let me finish... To ask you to marry me.

And the fireworks explode in the night... The end.

- What do you think? - Nice role, no?

Yes, but I've already played that role.

The film's been made.

Impossible! A film set on the 14th of July?

Yes, St. Henrietta's Day... with a burglary, phony cops...

a circus star, a photographer, and a waltz across Paris.

It's the same.

But how?

- Did we plagiarize? - No, it's a coincidence.

- You're joking. - Not at all.

In fact, I can recite the credits by heart.

Arys Nissotti and Pierre O'Connell present

A film by Julien Duvivier

with Dany Robin

Michel Auclair

and Hildegarde Neff

Holiday for Henrietta

Original screenplay by Julien Duvivier and Henri Jeanson

Dialogs by Henri Jeanson

Featuring...

Subtitles by Catsbah Gianni777 & JM2L