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The key to being a good secretary is discretion.

You must be indispensible, but without being pushy.

An employer must see you're capable, right off the bat.

Wearing glasses is essential.

- But I don't have vision problems. - So ?

Neither do I.

I wear non-prescription.

Glasses give the appearence of being at once serious and unobtrusive.

As for the rest, you've got it all.

Natural make up,

a sober coiffure that stays in place, moderate use of perfume.

A mild soap is also very good if you don't have perfume.

- It's all in your bearing. - And your forbearance!

So, what's he like?

Really not bad.

What's your name again, my dear?

Rose Pamphyle, with a "Y". I'm from Saint-Fraimbault.

What brings you here, Rose Pamphyle-with-a- "Y"?

Saint-Fraimbault is not next door.

So far I've worked for my father, in his drug store.

- It's the number one store in the village. - It's important to be number one.

I've done enough time in sales.

Opportunities are are back home.

Specially if you want to be a secretary.

All the girls want to be secretaries. It's the latest fad.

To be a secretary, is to be modern.

To meet lots of people, tour the world, and work for great men.

If you worked for me you would only get to tour Lisieux.

Pretty good for starters.

Reality is much less chic than what the papers say.

Not all bosses have incredible adventures and neither do their secretaries.

- You may as well go back home. - I need this job Mr. Echard.

The only thing I can do well is type.

Typing is the minimum requirement for a secretary.

It's not against the law to use ten fingers.

So?

How did it go?

The looked at me like I was dressed for a costume ball, Francoise.

I bet you were the prettiest one.

They took me on!

They hired me!

Just for one week. To try me out.

Secretary!

Do you realize what this...?!

- When do you start? - Tomorrow.

Tomorrow we make your engagement official.

Help me label this stuff before you leave.

Sure, Mr. Jean.

I won't marry Maurice, papa.

The best catch in town, and she's having none of it.

Maurice can make her happy, I just don't get it.

Well, it's just to tell you the estimate is done ...

the estimate and...

Excuse me.

Excuse me, Mr Echard,

I don't know if I should ask this, but do you think you could avoid smoking at work?

There'd have to be a law forbidding me, my dear.

This machine was made for a woman

not for an elefant.

I was saying, I've already done the estimate.

We have to face the obvious, Bob, we have a problem.

You French see problems everywhere.

Make everything climb to the sky.

We didn't rebuild half the city after the war to eventually replace it with New York.

- People need their landmarks. - The sky's my limit.

Your wheels are bigger than your office. When are you going to move out of there?

You don't think I'll leave you in peace so easily, Echard.

My Buick and you, are all I need to be happy.

I'll meet you there, Rose is running late.

Ah, your new recruit?

- Listen. - What is she like?

- She's only been here 3 days. - Oh, yeah.

Her ...?

I'm sure you didn't hire her for her professional qualities.

♪ Joyeux anniversaire ♪

♪ Joyeux anniversaire ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you, Louis ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Every year we have a surprise party, and what's worse is, every year you're surprised.

- Bravo! - Joe, Simone, come here!

Bravo, you were perfect.

What about me, don't I get encouragement from the jury?

You already know Marie, you're perfect. I've been telling you since primary school!

Wait!

Make a wish.

I already have all I need.

Papa, tell us again how you and mama met.

You know that story by heart.

When I came from America to liberate France...

You, and thousands of other soldiers.

First, the Marines took the Normandy beaches.

- Which they couldn't do without our help. - Anyway...

I had to land behind enemy lines.

But, the barn he crashed into was your...?

- Grampa's!

Perhaps, but it was me...

who married your mother.

She was the prettiest girl around.

And still is.

Echard and Sons Agency!

Absolutely, Sir.

Mr. Echard sees clients in the mornings.

Thursday, 10 o'clock?

Yes. You are Mr...?

...Constant.

Certainly.

Of course.

Mr. Constant Thursday, 10:.

Certainly!

I've made a note.

Good day, Mr Constant.

It's not a "D", but a "T" on the end.

I don't know if that's legible.

Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Blaiseau!

May I present Miss Pamphyle, my new secretary.

- Miss. - If you'll follow me.

It won't be necessary, we won't be long.

No problem with your account, I hope.

No, you must accept this.

1949! No, I couldn't.

Don't be a meathead, I've known you since you were this high.

A lady as young as yourself could not have known me when I was that high.

Shall I see you out?

Cigarette?

Rose...

I've watched you for a week now.

I'm not too sure you're happy here.

I bought a stenography manual yesterday, Mr Echard.

- Forget it, it's a no go. - I'll get the hang of it. You'll see...

You'll be wasting your time.

Not at all!

I've mastered telephone technique... sort of.

I just doubt that your future is here with me.

Unless...

you agree to do a little something.

Anything you want.

It's been on my mind since I first saw you.

It doesn't concern work strictly speaking,

but I'm sure it'll make you happy, my dear.

And me too.

Rose!

You misunderstood me!

It's YOU who misunderstood ME,

if you think it's so easy to get me in bed.

Mrs. Darnien...

You're crackers !

I'd have to be an idiot to make advances to you !

You think you're so clever in your fancy clothes?

You leave me cold, Mr. Echard.

- The feeling's mutual. - Suits me !

Here's where I want you, not in my bed.

REGIONAL SPEED TYPING CHAMPIONSHIP

Is this really all you want me to do, to keep my job?

Participate in a contest?

Not participate...

win.

I thought this was a friendly match.

No such thing as FRIENDLY, to a real athlete, Taylor.

Athlete? Where? I see an insurance salesman.

You see, before you, the trainer of the next Champion of Lower Normady

in Speed Typing.

Echard, when you hire a secretary,

you get to know her, and you marry her. You don't enter her in contests.

With no training and already she goes like bazes.

- I can't pass up such a gift. - Sleep with her.

It'll do her more good than a medal.

A trainer doesn't sleep with his athlete, Taylor.

It guarantees under-performance.

She isn't cut out for high level competition.

Wanna bet?

Alright, you're on.

I'll beat you this time.

Rose is a little animal... wild and skittish.

All she needs to burst forth is someone to take care of her.

Kindness will be your undoing, Echard.

In round one she'll have to type at least 360 strokes a minute.

The whole competition takes as much effort as running 5Km.

Punching keys, I could do that too !

- Oh, yeah? Go tell the jury. - Jury?

Every mis-stroke counts, whether inverted or omitted. For every extra word...

every line spacing error, they deduct 100 strokes.

Only 16 qualify in 10 minute rounds, then 8, then 4...

The last two face off for 5 minutes.

I'd like to see YOU do that !

- They're sensational! - "They're sensational!"

Go, Paulette, type faster than your shadow!

Pau-lette Marti-no! Queen of the steno!

The national title's up for grabs after the regional.

What's the world record?

- 512 strokes a minute. - 512 strokes a minute.

- Held by an American. - Why didn't you say so!

She's lousy at everything, but

when she types, she's fast, powerful, focused. You'll see.

Ladies, please,

May I have your attention.

Everybody in position.

Attention! Hands above your keyboards.

358 strokes! Two goddamn characters, and we'd have qualified.

If you typed with 10 fingers like them, it could have been possible.

Don't worry !

This is not a sport for clumsy girls.

Stop. Stop, please. I'll continue on foot.

You should have got angry at the typewriter. Now, it's too late.

I could have opened it by myself.

I may be clumsy, but I'm not infirm!

Never enter her in a sharpshooting contest.

We'd all end up dead.

You always reek of tobacco, Miss Pamphyle.

No doubt, you feel you're above the rules of our establishment?

This is a boarding house for serious young ladies!

Decidedly... I've upset you, my dear.

Stop calling me "my dear", I have a name like everybody.

One set-back isn't necessarily a bad thing.

For you.

Tomorrow you'll find another racehorse for a pastime.

I'll go back to Saint-Hicksville-on-the-Sea,

and marry the son of a gas station attendant.

The whole village will laugh at me for being unable to keep a job for a week.

I've always been a laughing stock.

No one's forcing you to go back to Saint-Hicksville-on-the...

...Saint-Fraimbault.

I might have that choice if I were a man.

I'm not good at anything.

Maybe you're only good at typing.

Being good at one thing, in this world, is enough.

Enough to look like a dope.

I'd like you to participate in the next competition.

I'd like YOU to leave me alone.

I'll train you. I'll take care of everything.

I'll put you up at my house.

- With you? - Yeah.

It would be...

more...

practical.

And...

You...

You'd hire me for good if I accept.

You were a horrible secretary.

Your office work will be like extra training.

You'll open in the mornings and I'll close up. You'll go to work by bicycle.

I'll come by car a little later,

same thing at the end of the day.

People mustn't know you live with me. They'll gossip.

Come on.

Come on.

Holy cow !

It's like being in "Gone With the Wind"!

My father had this built.

Odd that you have the same tastes as your father.

No time to fix it up to suit my style, that's all.

We'll train here every evening and week-ends.

I don't expect you to lug it to work every morning. I'll buy another.

However...

it wouldn't hurt to work on your biceps.

Come, I'll show you your room.

Never mind those old trinkets.

You must have been some athlete!

I didn't have the stuff of champions.

Perhaps.

But you were sporty.

If you need me,

my room's upstairs, at the end of the hall.

Don't worry I won't jump you.

It's a very old house,

the stairs creak at every step,

you'd hear me coming from miles away.

I want you to type one book a month until the competition,

twelve in all.

"Literary Dactylography",

will help you to grasp difficult constructions,

and precise styles,

you'll be able to anticipate the ends of phrases

from any text, in no time.

No need to understand everything.

It's very simple.

Each finger corresponds to one colour;

and each colour to a group of letters.

Left middle finger, colored yellow,

types the apostrophe, and letters E, D, C.

Right ring finger, colored red,

types O, L, and the colon.

I can read !

I can understand everything.

Even complicated phrases.

You'll grasp them more easily if you fan them out, Rose.

Don't forget to double them up.

You can pull them from the roller faster, without tearing.

No need to watch over me, I'm a big girl.

There are buses leaving for Saint-Fraimbault every day.

Mister Echard?

Yes, my dear?

I've destroyed Mrs. Maurelle's policy...

and I think I killed the shredder.

Handle it yourself, you're a big girl.

Shit !

You alright?

Yes, I think so.

Does this hurt?

If I press here,

feel anything? If I press there...

Why not insure my fingers, while you're at it?

Come on, I'll take you.

If Flaubert took as long as you to write "Madame Bovary"

he'd have died before she did.

Do you think demoralizing me will get you better results?

You're still too touchy to win anything.

The story behind this bottle involves a painter and an old farmer.

In 1950, I was estimating storm damage at a little farm.

You want me to practise or not?

The farm was in a bad state.

A tree had fallen right on the chicken coop,

and made a big hole in the roof.

Mr Echard, I can't type if you speak to me.

You must be able to remain focused

no matter what is going on around you.

To plug the hole, Picard, the farmer...

had used an old painting.

I removed it,

dried it,

and guess what I uncovered?

A Van Gogh!

When I showed the painting to Picard,

he said he got it from his grandmother,

that he'd never heard of this Mr Van Gogh,

and all he was interested in was,

if the insurance would cover the damage.

I convinced Picard to put the painting up for auction,

now he's as rich as Croesus,

and has furnished my cellar with this eccellent cru from 1934.

Your clients always offer you wine, it seems.

It's a miracle you're not an alcoholic.

Nobody said the training was finished.

No disrespect, Mr Echard, but you're stupid.

I know.

I should have kept the painting.

You're stupid to play the tough guy with me,

since you're the kindest person I know.

You don't know many people.

Latest fashion in Paris. - Ah!

Au revoir.

Time's up!

Next!

Mademoiselle?

If you're looking for the matching panties,

- ll'm wearing them. - No, it's not at all...

Rose, you left this in the machine and...

Keep it, if you like it so much.

Thanks, but I have a whole collection.

Add that to your collection.

Now I understand why I can't find any files

since you've been working for me.

I was just in the middle of rearranging.

I'd be finished if I didn't have to spend

all my evenings with "Madame Bovary".

Who do you think is the most beautiful?

They're stars...

They wouldn't be interested in an insurance man.

Just pretend.

I'm sure you like curvaceous women,

like everybody.

The others must seem too classic, too dated.

My type is more like, that one. What film's she been in?

Nothing, it's my mother.

She's very beautiful.

I know I don't resemble her at all. I took after my father.

If he weren't so narrow-minded, we'd be the best friends in the world.

Men and women are very different creatures, that's all!

Rose!

Rose?

I can't do it!

My fingers hurt!

My back hurts I ache everywhere...

Are you completely mad? You gave me a fright!

A man who cooks! Now that's modern!

Type.

New paragraph.

If you sit up straight, you won't ache anymore.

Not supple enough,

that's your problem...

Not at all, I'm very supple.

- Extremely supple, even! - Oh yeah?

Yellow, then red, then green...

You think I'm really going to give her piano lessons?

I've already got plenty to do, between the children and the house!

It'd just be for a few months...

Let's go!

Stay and eat, Bob won't be long.

Rose needs to practise.

It's been a pleasure to meet you.

Kids, do you want to see a magic trick?

Yeah Louis!

Yes, please Louis!

Keep your eye on the knife!

Louis don't!

Stop it!

I'll stop only...

if you promise to give her lessons!

It's no big deal if I don't learn to play the piano Mr Echard!

Stop it, you'll cut off a finger!

Promise!

You traumatized those poor kids.

You could 'thank' me.

For doubling my hours of training with piano lessons?

Thanks a lot!

Anyway, Mrs. Taylor is very beautiful.

Is she your mistress?

Rose, she's my best friend's wife!

You've known her longer than him!

Yes, you're right.

Marie and me, we had a liaison.

When we were five!

You looked at her like she was your mistress.

Bind it tighter and stop spouting nonsesnse!

I don't want to hurt you.

Alright by me.

It seems you're a man...

who knows what it really means to suffer?

You've been to war, after all.

I may have suffered, but not as much as others.

Not as much as who?

Aren't you fed up asking me questions?

Not a chance, considering the length of your answers!

You want me to trust you but you're unable to do the same.

In '43 I led a small Resistance group,

Incredibile guys! I'd known them since always.

Barthelemy, Piero and Roger, the Blaiseau boys.

Two weeks before Liberation our camp was attacked,

They shot at us,

I heard them fall one after the other.

The last one I saw was Roger.

I took off.

I ran for hours,

until I realised no one was chasing me anymore.

I may have been of some use in my life...

but I've never saved anyone's life.

If you continue like that...

The blood won't be able to circulate they'll end up having to amputate.

That'll teach you to show off in front of someone else's wife.

Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, si, do, re, mi,

fa, sol, la, si, do, re, mi, fa...

Z, U, R, T, space.

- Y, U, I, O, P... - Fa, sol, la...

- A, Z, E, R, T... - Do, re, mi, Fa, sol...

Load.

Unload.

Faster!

First in the qualifying heat...

Pamphyle!

Faster!

First in the last 8: Pamphyle!

First in the quarter-final:

Pamphyle!

"...apparait I'aurore"...

New paragraph.

Faster!

First in the semi-finals:

Pamphyle!

Faster!

I can't go faster than the typewriter!

Pamphyle, Pamphyle!

Faster! Faster!

Ladies and gentlemen...

We are proud to present...

with 491 strokes a minute...

the new speed typing champion...

of Lower Normandy...

Rose Pamphyle!

Monsieur Jean, Rose is in the news!

She's famous!

ROSE PAMPHYLE: THE CHARMED FINGERS OF A NORMANDY GIRL

Being famous is not a profession!

It's 435 francs, madame Bourges.

I always knew you had something extra! A true virtuosa!

I'd love to come to Paris to cheer you on...

but my husband doesn't want to.

The French championship ! It must be amazing !

I lost my voice from...

shouting your name from the grandstands.

I hadn't seen her like that since our honeymoon!

Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to be able to work in peace!

For the most beautiful Rose of them all!

Oh, that's just great!

Thank you!

Feel like a going for a good time with me this evening?

We have to celebrate this victory!

It's just that...

I have to train!

She needs to increase her speed and especially improve her endurance.

'She' doesn't doubt that...

Perhaps but meanwhile she's still well below the record for France.

Perhaps it might help 'her' if her trainer gave her the exact scores!

She should trust her trainer more.

And you should speak a little more politely to your secretary!

- She's a champion, now! - Yes.

That's good, Rose.

Great, even.

Louis must be proud of you.

He never congratulates me...

He's convinced you'll go far!

But he's a nervous type.

He's so scared to lose face in front of Bob!

Yes.

Right. After all, it's all about THEM!

Rose...

You know how men are.

I was hoping they weren't all like that.

You're an odd thing.

What type of man are you hoping for?

One who considers me his equal.

Yes.

- What else? - Well...

Definitely older than me

but who doesn't act like a kid.

A man with his eye on the future. A demanding man...

but not completely sure of himself.

It's a lot more fun to have someone you can torment.

I've nothing against smokers, but I'd rather he smoked less.

Who do you mean?

No-one.

No-one in particular.

You haven't lived here for months,

who would leave a message?

My father.

He doesn't know my address and...

I'll be sure to tell him about your new lifestyle, if he calls.

You think the neighborhood doesn't know

what's going on between Echard and you?

What did you do after work?

I left early. You seemed odd, all day.

Well... odder than usual.

I'm tired, that's all.

You remembered...

Thank you, Mr Echard.

Happy birthday, my dear.

What powerful lungs!

See? I was right to make you run.

I made it myself.

Eh...

It's original!

Look.

Go ahead.

Type something.

I wouldn't see anything, it's stupid.

Au contraire.

Thanks to this you'll learn to type without looking at the keys.

You'll have one hell of an edge over your competitors.

You really don't understand anything about women.

You're just a spoiled child!

It took me hours to make this blind,

and I did it for you!

No! You did it for Bob, for Marie,

for the whole world, but not for me!

We should have more evenings like this.

I don't feel like talking.

No problem, buddy.

I got lots of stuff to tell you.

- The other day... - It's just that Rose...

Has the impression I'm using her.

But I'm doing all this for her.

So she gets the recognition she deserves.

She doesn't realize what a gift she has.

She's making incredible progress, I swear.

Look who's there...

Been a while since you've been around, treasure.

Welcome home Echard...

Bottoms up!

[ALL MY APOLOGIES]

Come in.

I think it's time to take a break.

It'll do us good... both of us

Christmas is coming.

Take a vacation, spend time with your family.

Who'll help you trim the tree if I'm gone?

My parents, brothers and wives will be here for the holidays.

- There won't be enough bedrooms. - I'll sleep in the salon.

Just tell your parents I'm the housekeeper.

Rose.

- I don't want to go back to my father. - More's the reason.

It's the ideal occasion to make peace.

Sweet dreams, my dear.

Rose!

Who'd have thought to see you here?

You father's spending Christmas eve at Maurice's.

Do you want me to ask someone to give you a lift?

I'm not sure Maurice would be happy to see me.

Papa kept it all this time?

Yes. He never stops saying how he should have never ordered that gadget.

Gotta run, now. I'm making dinner for everybody.

I'm very happy to see you! And SO proud of you...

Do you realize what a life you have?

You have everything a modern girl can dream of.

I "have everything a modern girl can dream of", mom.

It's hard enough just being a girl.

My only talent is being able to type fast.

At first I liked it, it allowed me to stop thinking.

You feel less out of place when you think of nothing.

It does one good.

But it doesn't last.

It's not something you can share...

with anyone.

This makes me feel even more strange.

People don't really see me.

They find me too odd to love.

Even papa.

Even Louis.

Still, it's not so hard to see that I'm a person like anyone else.

You understood that.

Why only you, dammit?

Sorry to wash up here unannounced.

I really didn't know where to go.

You're not spending Christmas with Louis?

No, he asked to sleep elsewhere to night.

What a boor!

He rarely sees his family...

Mr. Taylor is right.

I thought I'd go to the boarding house but my bicycle has a flat.

I'm not sure I'd make it to downtown Lisieux in this weather.

Dear, car keys, please.

Helping clients paint their picket fences?

Why not work for free?

To stay in business you can't just "lend a helping hand".

It's important to have grateful clients.

Grateful... For a job well done.

Not for grandstanding.

I prefer a small office, to be closer to the people.

Ah, the people, the people...

These 'people' must not have much respect for you, then?

- Expecting someone, dear? - No.

Ah, Marie!

What a nice surpiese!

- Where's Bob? - Good evening, all.

How about the kids?

They send a big kiss.

Anyway they're waiting for me. I just came to drop off this lady.

Will you tell them, or shall I?

Fine, may I present Rose Pamphyle...

Louis' fiancée.

- When were you going to tell us? - You big dope!

- It's all completely... - Rude!

A fiancé should welcome his fiancée at the station.

- Papa! - He's so shy!

- Mom! - So, Merry Christmas, gotta run.

- Merry Christmas. - Merry Christmas, Marie.

Rose! Oh!

- Come in. - Don't stand in the hall.

- Enchanté. - Come in, come...

Arent you cagey, eh?

How long have you been seeing each other?

- About a year. - Not long.

It's about a year that I've been working at the office.

But Louis took months to declare his intentions.

No doubt, he thought he was too old for me.

I never said that.

Well, I'm ten years younger than your father, dear.

As you can see it's lasted over 40 years.

As long as there's love, age matters little.

When's the wedding?

We're not that far yet. I'd rather take our time.

That's all you ever do, is take your time.

You'll regret it if the Americans land again.

If one of them is faster than you and marries me.

You should stop drinking, dear.

You may have regrets of your own, tomorrow.

Are these the bottles from the Van Gogh?

Eh ! Let's drink to the fortune lost by my idiot son.

George!

Only he could sidestep such a windfall. A Van Gogh...

And this good-for-nothing son took over the office.

If Leonard or Lucien had taken charge...

Here we go again...

I swear business would be more prosperous.

No wonder Leonard or Lucien didn't take over the office.

- They knew what to expect from you. - Hey you...

Your son is a brillant man.

He would surely show it if you didn't always criticise him.

"Important to be number one" What idiocy!

You got some gall!

It's nice to see a woman in love.

- Welcome among us. - Welcome.

Cheers!

♪ Tango... berce mon coeur jusqu'au jour.

[Tango des illusions] Jacqueline Boyer.

Hold on, dear.

First thing I'll do before the honeymoon...

...is change the decor.

- I'll give that Marie an earful! - Go on.

It's not so terrible being engaged for one evening.

You don't know what you're saying, you're...

Hmm, TU! We're getting familiar, now!

Nice, huh?

I'll sleep on the canapé. We're not married yet.

Louis!

Yes?

I'm gonna fight like crazy for the championship.

MY father will eat his hat he'll be so proud of you.

I'd bet against her without hesitating.

The real question is will you have the guts Louis?

Double or nothing?

Where is she?

Who?

Your fiancée.

No need to be so smug.

It was so stupid of you not to bring her.

- I love that girl. - You're not alone.

It took days for my mother to calm down.

She's crazy about Rose.

- My word, you're jealous ! - Not at all.

You'd like to keep her just for yourself, wouldn't you?

Rose is free, to hear you tell it you'd think we were lovers.

Ah, see?

I was sure nothing happened yet.

You placed bets on me?

- She likes you, Louis. - And you like her.

Will you stop trying to decide for me!

If I'd listened to you a year ago, she'd have gone back home!

Rose mustn't think of anything but the championship.

I can lay the world at her feet, dammit!

You're so proud that the only woman good enough for you must be a world champion.

No-one will ever be good enough for you, Louis.

You should stop reading all those psychology books.

They don't agree with you.

Poor kid!

Has no chance of becoming champion of France...

...and on top of that, she'll end up an old maid.

Double.

♪ [ I Love Paris in the Springtime ] ♪

I look like a nobody...

...I can't go to the championships dressed like this.

Ah, there'll be worse than you, I assure you.

Look at this, it's flat.

- Hang on, here's just what you need ! - I can carry on alone.

We'll meet at 8, at the hotel, at the latest.

Don't get lost. - Bye.

Rose, are you gonna wear that dress, or sew it?

All done.

I'm coming.

Rose, you are...

Ridiculous? I know...

No...

Well... you're...

You're not the same person...

I'm still the same.

The dress is different.

It doesn't seem too practical for typing.

Fine...

To bed.

See you tomorrow.

You can't do this to me.

I don't have the right to unsettle you on the eve of..

The most important competition of your life. Yes.

What makes you think it'd be my first time?

It's alright Louis. This is 1959.

It's been ages since girls waited til after marriage..

To experience these things.

Alright...

That's one less thing I need to teach you.

I can do better.

Mademoiselle Leprince-Ringuet,

you're defending your title

of French Champion for the third time.

And what's more, within the walls of the House of Japy.

All the major, preferred clients of the brand, were specially invited here.

- Are you nervous? - Do I look nervous?

It's because Annie's the best that we sponsor her.

My father, Edmond Japy, has created a ball bearing carriage,

especially for her.

Ball bearings, Mr Japy?

Yes, you see, the stems of adjacent keys

tended to jam in the old machines,

so we started by conceiving the AZERTY keyboard,

in such a way that the most contiguous letters in our language...

Simply put, with ball bearings,

you just graze the carriage and... shoom!

No harm done if we leave now no one would notice.

No, you stay and you show them what you can do.

Do you think you'll beat your own record

of 500 strokes a minute?

A champion does not think...

she does!

Oh la la! She has all eyes on her.

I'm just a poor dope from nowhere.

It's your greatest asset,

the element of surprise.

One last one, please!

No, not here, my dear.

Monsieur Japy! Over here, over here!

That's it, Gilbert. Monsieur Japy!

One last one.

We're almost done. Please one last photo.

Mademoiselle, hello. Which region?

Lower Normandy.

That's her, look!

- Annie! - Annie! Annie!

Allez, Annie! Bravo!

- Go Annie. - Go, Annie! Allez!

- Bravo Annie!

- Go Annie! - Bravo!

Mesdemoiselles!

Hands above your keyboards.

Qualified for the quarter-finals, are:

Leprince-Ringuet, well in the lead,

followed by Leyrac, Cortie, Hubert,

Portes, Meyer, Legendre and Pamphyle.

Qualified for the semifinals, are:

Leprince-Ringuet,

followed at a distance by Leyrac,

Meyer and Pamphyle.

Bravo!

Silence, please.

Right then, Mademoiselle Leprince-Ringuet will face.

Mademoiselle Pamphyle in the final.

Mesdemoiselles,

hands above your keyboards.

Mesdames et Messieurs, we're witnessing a rare event:

both our finalists have exactly the same number of strokes,

that is 498 strokes per minute.

In order to decide between the finalists,

the jury has decided to have a 5 minute tie-breaker.

Good, so...

5 minutes.

Everything's on the line for 5 minutes!

Give it all you've got Rose. Hear me? All you've got!

I can't take any more.

This is the moment for which we worked so hard.

It's good enough just to have gotten this far.

- I'm fine with it. - I'm NOT fine with it.

You've been limp since the start of the compétition!

You wanna disappoint me in the final too?

I lied to you, Rose,

the 500 strokes a minute of Leprince-Ringuet,

you passed that quite a while ago during training.

You hate me, huh?

That's the whole point.

Make it happen!

Beat it, Gilbert! Let me refocus.

Alright refocus, dear, refocus.

Mesdemoiselles, hands above your keyboards.

Ah, here's the man who beat my two-time French champion.

It wasn't me who won.

Edmond Japy, pleased to meet you.

- Louis Echard. - Yes, I know.

Don't make that face. It's a happy moment, no?

I'll be happy when Rose is world champion.

Ah, yes. But France has never beat America.

You really think you're the man for this situation?

Are you saying it's you, maybe?

Wait...

If you hadn't angered her before,

she would have missed the boat.

Now that you lied to her about her scores,

you have no more cards left to play in New York.

She has two months left to beat the Americans.

And you know those people will make any sacrifice for their champions.

I thought I could say the same about you.

Over here, please!

Louis?

Louis?

I love you.

Why are you hiding?

A journalist from the Paris Match wants to know everything about us.

Maybe you can tell him all the nice things you think about me.

Watch out, Japy offered me a contract!

- Perfect. - What?!... Perfect?

- You don't think I accepted?! - It's the chance of a lifetime.

- They have the means to make you win. - You talk like them!

You can become a star, tour the world, meet tons of people.

I couldn't care less!

Leave Saint-Fraimbault and Lisieux once and for all!

- You don't need me anymore, Rose. - It's you, that I want.

Your place is here.

Accept who you are, dammit!

I love you!

I don't.

You're lying.

You've proved you can lie.

Without the championships,

we would have never ended up in the same bed.

You're lying.

You needed it, to win.

I thought you were better than that.

We all make mistakes in our youth.

- Morning. - Morning.

How much for the typwriter in the window?

My daughter just has to have it.

Do you realize, papa, it's the one Rose Pamphyle...

...placed her fingers on for the very first time!

Your daughter is great!

A true fount of inspiration!

So?

How much?

Me, Rose Pamphyle,

whether I'm beating a record

or just typing a letter,

I'm always ahead!

And I do it on...

"la Populaire" from Japy.

It's light, modern... and it's 'rose'!

La POPULAIRE Thunder in the air!

On sale in department stores and the best stationers.

A 'rose' colored machine for Rose...

what an imagination!

♪ [ Les secretaires Cha Cha Cha ] ♪ Jack Ary

♪ Cha cha cha... de la secretaire.

She is surrounded by famous artists. - ♪... tac tac tac...

as well as some well meaning kids

who want to dabble in poetry

when they're clearly suited ​​only for manufacturing cardboard.

- So, Madame Tessier, - Mademoiselle.

- You knew Rose Pamphyle? - Yes, yes.

She stayed here when she first arrived in Lisieux.

A very proper girl !

♪ Qui fait tac tac tac aux bouts des doigt.

♪ Cha cha cha... del la secretaere. Tac, tac, tac...

France wants to know all about you,

how does it feel to be the fastest girl in the land?

I honestly think, that speed is a sign of progress.

One day the world will be full of keyboards, you'll see.

Everything is speeding up and not just in sports.

You really think that speed typing is a sport?

♪ Voilà le pas des secretaires.

♪ Dansons le cha cha cha.

- Please. - Thanks.

♪ Cha cha cha... de la secretaire.

♪ Cha cha cha... qui fait tac tac tac aux bout des doigts.

♪ Cha cha cha... de la secretaire.

♪ Voilà le pas des secretaires.

- ♪ Dansons le cha cha cha. - Welcome back.

La señorita Rose Pamphyle!

Tango... berce mon coeur jusqu'au jour.

Why so sullen? C'mere.

Go away.

You managed to discourage even me, treasure.

How many calls will it take you, to twig that he'll never pick up?

Your smiles may deceive all of France, but not me.

If your Louis was too stupid

to see beyond, it's his problem.

You don't know him.

Any man who passes you up is an imbecile.

Sleep well, Miss Pamphyle?

More fanmail, it never ends.

Everybody loves you, it's incredible.

[Happy belated birthday] Papa.

The keys are impossible, and the keyboard too small!

The keyboard's fine.

It's you who's no longer up to it.

The record set by Susan Hunter is 512 strokes a minute.

You've never gone past 508.

I don't think you know who you're up against.

In ten years, Hunter won 5 world championships

and beat her own record each time.

I'm sure I can do more than 508 strokes, Mme Shorofsky.

You're lying.

I never lie.

There's really nothing to celebrate Mr. Japy.

You haven't seen the latest sales figures of the "Populaire".

Come now, run along ! You've made her work for hours.

That's enough.

For you.

Go on, scoot!

There !

What a killjoy!

Is it really necessary to kiss all the typing champions?

Yes it's a sort of tradition.

And when they lose, you leave them, standing at the bottom of the podium.

Still part of the tradition?

I knew you weren't stupid.

I've read some books.

Don't stop.

Here you are.

Not a moment too soon.

Bob's worried sick about you.

Aren't you fed up hiding behind him to tell me what 'you' feel?

What happened to you?

- The last time I saw you like this... - You'd just dumped me.

Funny you remember, you always pretended it was no big deal.

You'd say I did the same.

What did Bob have that I didn't?

- You're completely drunk. - I'm completely sober.

What did he have that I didn't?

Answer!

He proposed that two of us share one life.

Not you.

You left to defend the country, without promises.

You could have married me before liberation.

And offer you widowhood as a wedding gift?

You didn't die in combat, Louis.

Let yourself live, for God's sake.

And you let yourself live, shut away in this house?

I don't need to prove anything to myself.

I made choices.

You never had that kind of courage.

Every time you embrace Bob,

every time you hold your children in your arms, you should thank me.

Thank you for what?

I was crazy about you.

And you ...

You preferred the best ...

supporting role.

In Paris, when Rose won ...

she climbed the podium with such joy ...

with that immense smile.

You had that same smile, the day I saw you with Bob.

I thought I could do never make her as happy.

I smiled because I felt loved.

I'm scared to death.

Everyone is afraid, Louis.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the thirty-ninth annual typewriting championship of the world.

At the Archer theater, right here in downtown New York City.

We are approaching the quarter-final.

This event is beyond compare, Gaston.

Absolutely. The organizers spent months

composing texts of equivalent difficulty

and the same number of characters.

That don't deal with politics, or religion,

nothing which might offend or upset the contestants.

We can say without a doubt that Italy is eliminated.

Look at Hong Chi-ling's mastery!

England is tiring, will she go the distance?

Hunter is dominating the competition.

And she's still the favorite this year.

Ladies and gentlemen,

only four countries remain in the semifinals.

The Federal Republic of Germany,

France,

the Republic of Korea, and...

the United States of America!

Vai, Rose!

Ladies a gentlemen.

May I have your attention?

The International Speed Typing Federation

is proud to announce

in the final...

is the United Statesof America...

versus France!

It'll be France head to head against United States in the final!

What's with the eyes? You look like Bambi.

Where do you think you're going?

Backstage.

I need to focus.

If you leave now, they'll realize you're ill at ease.

Ladies and gentlemen,

silence please!

Ladies!

Hands over the keyboards.

They're off! Only three 5-minute rounds...

separate us from the crowning of the World Champion, 1959!

Ladies and gentlemen...

the winner of the first round of the final is...

Rose... Pamphyle!

- With 510 strokes a minute. - Yes! Yes!

Susan Hunter...

just behind

with 509 strokes a minute!

Susan! Susan!

Susan! Susan!

Susan! Susan!

Silence, please.

Ladies,

Hands over the keyboards.

And I thought the French were only good in the kitchen !

[MY APOLOGIES]

Not bad.

Just in time for the second round.

Well, go on!

Run to your champion and try to get her back.

If I were you, I'd probably do the same.

It makes me think...

How will she react to seeing you?

She may fall into your arms...

But she may also reject you.

She'd have every reason to.

Either way, I'd be surprised if she remained focused.

She'll lose.

So then, all those hours of training,

all those sacrifices, for what?

So you can destroy everything you always dreamed of?

Susan Hunter...

maintains her world record

of 512 strokes a minute!

Rose Pamphyle,

with 506 strokes a minute!

It's incredible! Pamphyle left the stage!

We'll never let you near her, you two bit insurer.

You can't give up. Not now.

What do you intend to do, with this old machine?

It'll slow you down even more.

The old machine's fine.

You started off too fast. It's always been your problem.

I thought it was yours.

What are they saying? (Was sagen sie?)

No idea. (Keine ahnung)

For some time I've realized ...

I'm only happy when I can help someone.

I let you believe

that you needed my help...

But the minute I saw you

I knew it was me who couldn't do without you.

Because you make me happy.

It's a declaration of love!

I love you.

Ti amo.

Te quiero.

S' agapo.

Ich liebe dich.

If you stay one more minute,

You'll be diqualified.

Any advice before I go back?

Crush her, my dear.

What are you doing?

You can't change machines in the middle of a world championship!

Look here, if you don't immediately switch back to "la Populaire"

you'll have to repay every cent I spent on you!

I already earned you double.

If you won't do it for my father,

do it for me.

That kiss wasn't so special, Gilbert.

Ladies and gentlemen, silence please!

Don't disappoint me, kid. I bet on you this time!

Ladies...

Hands over the keyboards.

- Last lap for Pamphyle. - Anything's possible, Gaston.

Pamphyle is sure to trumph, within easy reach of victory!

Go, go!

Pamphyle seems possessed by her machine!

Rather, she is possessing her machine, you mean.

Allez, allez!

Only 40 seconds to the end of the round.

My God! My God, no!

Pamphyle can no longer type. What a catastrophy!

You can do it!

- She's faster than the machine. - I know.

You may think I'm crazy, but the only way

for the machine to keep up with her

is to assemble all the letters on a single support.

On a mechanism not much bigger than...

a golf ball! It's a golf ball!

Let me fix this.

I'll sell it. We split 50 - 50.

Gentlemen,

I have something I think you're going to be vry interested in.

Immagine a golf ball with all the letters of the keyboard on it.

Great performance, my dear.

Ladies and gentlemen may I have your attention please!

The International Speed Typing Federation

is proud to announce...

The International Speed Typing Federation is proud to announce..

With 515 strokes a minute...

With 515 strokes a minute

smashing the world record,

the winner...

the fastest girl in the world is...

Rose Pamphyle!

Rose Pamphyle!

Incredible!

Rose Pamphyle is the the world champion of 1959.

If a French guy invented this, Why the hell d'you come to me?

America for business,

France for love.