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FIRST FEATURE FILM DIRECTED BY JACQUES ROZIER IN 1962.

DIGITISED IN 4K AND RESTORED IN 2K

FROM THE ORIGINAL IMAGE NEGATIVE AND SOUND NEGATIVE BY HIVENTY

WITH THE SUPPORT OF THE CNC IN COLLABORATION WITH

MONACO AUDIOVISUAL ARCHIVES SWISS CINÉMATHÈQUE

EXTÉRIEUR NUIT

Sixth year of the war in Algeria

Introducing

I can't hear a thing.

Get them changed.

- Don't panic. - Hurry up!

Introducing

Excuse me, ladies.

Introducing

Behind me, stay put.

Quick!

Two, move on.

Clear the four. What a mess!

Three, on the drums.

Three, on the drums!

Four, on the pianist, at 5.50.

I still see it. That's enough.

The two, the three, let them turn left!

On the three, on the cardboard.

Quick, three! Go away!

Well, are you interested in television?

I could give you some evening classes.

- Who's in there? - Maxime.

- Maxime who? - Maxime Saury.

Can't we go on the set?

Of course, come with me.

After you.

- Aren't you coming? - No, I've got a date.

- Too bad. And you? - I'm with her.

Too bad!

Just stay to the side. I've got work to do.

Nino, we'll be back in 30 seconds. Saury, play the whole thing.

So, where you fading out?

At the first card.

- And then?

- Don't worry. Attention!

NO ENTRY

Directed by

Done!

Wait a minute.

I've got to help my mate.

Then we'll go for a drink.

See you later?

Shall we go for a drink, as usual?

Not tonight, brother.

- Why? - No reason.

Not cool. You could introduce me.

Have you seen them?

I'm not letting you cut me out.

I'm going to kid them along.

They'll think I'm the director.

Yeah, right!

What a day! I've never worked on such a difficult show.

I've got a nasty headache.

You know, I have to be everywhere at once.

And most of the guys are pretty useless.

- Is it interesting work? - Yes, very interesting.

What do you do exactly?

I'm... How can I explain? Garçon!

If you're not in the milieu...

Put simply: I handle the camera movements.

One mistake, and the show stops.

What'll you have?

What have you got?

Beer, lemonade, mineral water, cola.

A lemon soda.

And you, Liliane?

I don't know.

Give me a cola.

Me, too.

No, a lemon soda...

No, I'll have a tonic water.

Listen, I'll come back later!

Relax, my friend. This is a tango.

Look, a lemon soda a cola and a tonic water.

Who wants the beer?

Nobody ordered beer. Did you?

No, tonic.

Me, too.

Listen, bring one cola and three straws.

Are you inseparable?

You work together?

- What do you do? - I make commercials.

You act in them?

I will.

I did work in a store but it wasn't much fun.

Are you a starlet, too?

I'm supposed to be going to England. Well, perhaps.

You're out for fun?

No, I'll do the same as her.

- Do you ever leave each other's side? - On occasion.

We're friends! We're never mean to each other.

United no matter what. All men are beasts!

What are you doing Sunday?

Nothing much.

We could go out! I'll bring my little brother.

- You have a brother? - No, my mate.

Don't listen to her.

So what are you doing Sunday?

Nothing special.

He didn't wake up, so I left him in bed.

- He doesn't know what he's missing. - Is he good-looking?

Almost as handsome as me.

Then he's better left in bed!

What's your type?

Tall, slim, dark, big brown eyes

and very white teeth.

Just like me.

No, but you're a character.

"All is now clear."

"Not the Brando type."

"More like Darry Cowl."

I'm a Scorpio.

I'm a Taurus.

Which signs suits me best?

In that case, you'll get on better with Liliane than with me.

Think so?

- Do you believe in palmistry? - A bit. Show me.

What luck you've got.

Look, Liliane.

What?

Hey, did you see here?

What is it?

I'd rather not tell.

So I should start saving up, eh?

You'll soon go on a long journey.

Where?

- I'm being called-up in two months. - Oh, no!

I'll take you as my war godmothers.

What about my lifeline?

So?

- Where is it? - Can't we see it?

Admit you've hidden it.

I woke up at 6 to go get the car. Without breakfast.

- What is it? - A Frégate.

With a sunroof?

We'll get blasted.

Where is it?

- At the garage. - Already?

Let's go, then.

Just a moment.

- One minute. - Hurry up!

If we'd waited for you, we'd still be there.

- When you get down to it... - Shut up...

- Come on, go ahead, explain. - Damn you!

- I showed up as scheduled... - Shut up, you.

No way, I wouldn't buy it.

It's all rusty.

And the tyres! As bald as Yul Brynner.

You kidding? They're worn.

We'll never pick up girls in this jalopy.

It was in the Civil War.

Well, it survived.

Right! You think you're so smart.

I would have known, I would have been there.

What a lovely car! Is it ours?

What a beauty!

I said it was a stupid idea.

Four people can never agree on a car.

Go ahead.

It's the spark plugs.

This plug's not sparking.

The fan's damaged.

There's even a radio.

I don't like moustaches.

Why? It's a thrill machine.

Whose car is it?

- Going out with me today? - Where?

- In my car. - Got one?

I've just bought one.

You should come in mine instead.

- You got one, too? - Just bought one.

- Whose car is this? - It's mine.

Dédé!

My old mate!

So it's all finished?

- What a tan! - Don't kid around.

But it's nice to be back.

It's marvellous. After twenty-seven months.

Come home with me.

My folks will be pleased to see you again.

Wait a minute.

- I can't now. - Don't be so stuck up!

I'm working as fast as I can.

Just concentrate a moment.

We're agreed, so I'll tell the guy we're buying it.

There's still FF 120,000 to dig up. Put it up.

And step on it!

Lend me 10,000 until Saturday.

Good thing I've drawn my overtime.

- Who takes it today? - Me! I've paid the most.

He's going too far.

Technically, I should be taking it.

Shall we eat?

It's no use waiting for young people!

They'll come as soon as we start.

Tomatoes?

Marcel, dig in!

Have some pig's head.

You're not watching your figure at your age?

A bit of pig's head won't hurt you.

Go ahead.

What's that?

It's Michel!

I told you he'd turn up during starters. Typical.

- Who's with him? - A friend.

It's Dédé.

So you're a free man now.

Eat with us. I'll get a plate.

Did you buy the car with your army pay?

It's Michel's, not mine.

- Michel's? - Yes, it's mine.

What?

I bought it with four friends from TV.

They're mad!

With what money?

We each put up a share.

- What was yours? - I paid FF 45,000.

That takes the biscuit!

Is that how you repay our sacrifices?

We can hardly manage, but his lordship buys a car.

Your father's worked since he was thirteen. He'd like a car.

They're young, they'll get over it.

Yes but well, frankly!

Come on, help yourselves.

I'm not talking to you.

Help yourself.

How will you run the car?

Twenty miles a gallon.

Thirty a gallon, if you're careful.

A gallon of oil!

A gallon of oil. You are funny.

- Oh no! - It don't think it's funny.

Eat, Dédé.

Now you're back, Dédé, put some sense into him.

Put that there.

Dédé was crazy before he went, and now...

Where's the money for your keep?

- Invested in the car. - Do you realise?

How will I manage? We must eat.

Everything's so expensive. I went shopping this morning...

Listen - I'll pay when I get my bonus next week.

- Run up some bills. - Do you realise?

Debts! You do nothing and it falls all roasted in your beak!

They think they're in America.

Life's too easy today.

For me, in 1923...

We had no Social Security...

- That's not nice for your mother. - I'm going in 2 months.

I'll go before, if you carry on like this.

Let it drop! My meat!

Well, Dédé, what news?

Nothing, nothing...

- Well, how goes television? - Great.

I bet you get on well with the actresses.

That's all there is to it.

If you want liqueur cherries, just ask.

Grandpa sent us this plum brandy.

How about you, Dédé?

Thank you.

- I'll have a little. - Coming to wash the car?

You're happy working in TV?

- He's got a good job, anyway. - He's just starting.

His bosses are pleased with him.

That's good!

Television's the future, a stable job.

Of course the programmes are terrible.

Especially these days!

Michel, can't you tell your bosses?

Let's go wash the car.

He's a good lad, but headstrong, like your father.

How is your father?

About the same, still got some pain.

The examinations and tests are a waste of time.

Doctors never agree.

Rockets to the moon, but can't cure a bit of pain.

There's always chaos in France.

We can't use science. The French have no discipline.

It's a waste.

We invent things and foreigners profit.

Yet we could have our own stu...

- Stupniks. - Sputniks.

Maybe a Frenchman invented them,

but they might fall on our heads.

They'll be American, because...

What have the Americans done to you?

Anyway, Russians and Americans are as bad as each other.

That's true.

They'll agree one day - do you know why?

They're both frightened of the Chinese.

He's right.

600 million now. A billion soon.

Where will they go?

You'd better take your dog for a walk.

Go for a walk. We'll wash up.

He's late.

On the phone he said to behave.

He's bringing the sponsor.

- Here he is. - Anybody here?

I hope he likes us. Will we see the finished film?

- No, the rushes. - The what?

The rushes.

Following the scenes.

The scenes we shot over and over again.

Start!

O POIL 54, take one.

With O POIL 54, ladies.

No more housework.

Your floors will stay shining.

Stop, stop.

O POIL 54, take two.

Hold on, Zaza.

Well then, what are you doing?

O POIL 54, take three.

With O POIL 54 your floors will stay shining.

Zaza, hold on tight.

Take five.

With O POIL 54, ladies.

No more housework.

Your floors will stay shining.

Do like this. What are you doing?

O Poil 54-15, take six.

- WITH O POIL 54... - Stop.

Take five.

- With O POIL 54... - Cut!

Take eight.

With O POIL 54, take nine.

Cut!

Take ten.

The skirt that goes down, there!

Take 18.

The railroad, now.

The shoe and the skirt!

The brooms!

I can't show my directors that.

Please sign the form, Mr Pachala.

Why not see it again?

What are you doing?

I'm going your way.

Can I give you a lift?

Gladly.

This is more fun. Porsches are noisy.

I've forgotten my briefcase.

I'll look for it later.

What's in it?

Secrets.

Secrets?

I'm a man of secrets.

You laugh? It's always like that.

Girls always laugh the first time I speak to them.

The second time, they grow serious.

The third time,

they fall in love with me.

I laugh - but I should cry.

When I think of the cinema.

It calls for tears, not laughter.

You saw the rushes?

I paid a million for that.

Then I have to work alone.

I'm always alone.

I know a boy who works in television.

What does he do?

What does he do?

Something to do with cameras.

Camera operator?

That must be it.

- What does he earn? - I don't know.

Not much in television, not much...

Would you like to meet him?

If he likes to work... I could meet him.

People who like to work are my friends.

When could you meet him?

I don't know... today, perhaps.

That might be difficult. I'll phone him tomorrow.

Yes, he can come.

Did you see that maniac?

I wonder why I'm going with you.

Shall we go and eat couscous?

Haven't you had it? It's lovely.

Now look where he's got to.

But it's a bit heavy.

You must have a good walk afterwards.

You're right, couscous is good but heavy.

Pizza. We'll have Napolitan pizza.

With tomatoes and mozzarella.

I could take you to a good Italian restaurant near here.

An Alsatian restaurant? Spanish?

- Hungarian, Chinese? - No, mummy's got a date.

I mean, we've visitors coming.

You'll have to go eat by yourself, or jump into a lake!

- Drop me at the next corner. - Okay.

- I live very near. - We're there?

It's right near here.

Stop at the next corner.

- Will this do? - Fine.

A nice area.

Not bad, it's quiet.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Thank you. - No problem.

Don't forget about your friend, the cameraman.

- You have the address. - I'll phone tonight or tomorrow.

We're in a hurry. More bread, please.

So you'll invest FF 30,000?

At the end of the month. I'll give FF 15,000.

I told my folks they'll get nothing this month.

- You? - I agree.

But does street photography pay?

It's simple: you sell at fifty times your production costs.

You have nothing better to do?

If you're nice, I'll hook you up.

With those girls? Did you go out with them?

By yourself? That's sickening.

Introduce us.

Hang on. I haven't picked mine yet.

Juliette.

I'm sorry, she's not here.

Never mind, thank you.

It's for you.

- Who is it? - Michel Lambert.

Hi.

I'm fine.

I've got news for you.

Is it urgent?

What about tonight?

Tonight? Hold on.

You know what you're doing.

I don't.

You're big enough.

- All right, where? - Métro Opéra.

Okay. See you later.

Going out again?

You haven't answered me.

Yes, I am.

Have you seen your face?

It's the same as usual.

Ask your father.

It won't make any difference.

I never went out at your age.

You're another generation.

- I was with Michel until 2 a.m. - Does he kiss well?

What did you do?

We danced.

My neighbour said a boy phoned yesterday. Probably Michel.

- Not before me. - Want to bet?

We'll keep a score of our dates with Michel. I'll win.

- No cheating. - Agreed.

I spoke to Michel about Pachala.

He's interested.

The boys are going into street photography.

Michel told me.

Let's phone him.

Yes, but don't forget our bet.

What?

Lambert? Hold on.

This one again.

Phone for Lambert.

Hello?

Alright, so off you go. All right? Thanks.

Just a moment, I will call you back.

Come on, I'm in a hurry.

Morning, Liliane.

In three minutes. Ready?

- Ready for 35. - For the 35.

Give me that.

Use the other.

OK.

Pachala?

I'll phone him later.

He's expecting my call?

I haven't forgotten.

What are you doing later?

You're together? Let's have a drink.

At 7 p.m.

At the Coffee House.

Okay. Watch out, guys.

Mr Pachala?

- Speaking. Who's calling? - Michel Lambert.

- Who? - Michel Lambert.

I don't know...

You know me... a girl friend of mine...

A girl friend? Who?

Liliane.

Now I remember.

You're the television cameraman.

We spoke about you. I agree.

We might meet to discuss...

When?

It's rather difficult... I'm so busy...

Let me think...

How about this evening?

- If it suits you? - Good idea.

I'll come to your office.

What? Here?

What about the Coffee House? You know it?

Boulevard des Italiens. At 6 p.m.

Okay. See you later.

Attention... Top JT!

Have you seen the Filmax bill?

There are dirty cups everywhere.

Why do these things need to be here?

It's really incredible.

There must be ghosts here.

I'm telling you: this job is too risky.

- Are you Michel Lambert? - Yes.

- You work in television? - Yes.

I'm a camera operator on live transmission.

Have you worked there long?

On contract?

No, I passed the tests.

I had to follow a line with a needle.

It was all to do with nerves.

A light flashed on.

What are you doing now?

We've just been to Saclay.

The atomic factory.

Lots of scientists.

We were at Martine Carol's.

She gave us cakes and shook hands.

Good, good.

I'm very pleased to have met you.

You bring me your youth,

your enthusiasm.

Anyone can make films with millions.

I don't want money.

It's human value that counts.

But one must eat.

Do you work quickly?

We work fast in television.

Not like the film lot.

You're so right.

- You work together? - We're a whole group of young guys.

We want to do something outside television.

I can help you.

To me, you wouldn't be ordinary employees.

I'd consider you my partners.

There they are.

Hello, are you okay?

I'm fine.

Now listen carefully.

I've just been commissioned by a refrigerator shop...

to make a short film about refrigerators.

We need ideas.

I'm sure we can think them up together.

We need a basic idea.

Yes, the general theme is: coldness.

Coolness.

Yes, ice.

I've an idea.

A bloke on a motorbike who's been fishing,

tearing along and saying:

"I'm hurrying to cool my fish."

You can't have a bike in a shop, like in a circus.

Yes, I can see them as Eskimos.

I'd rather a bathing costume.

- A bathing costume's impossible. - Why?

It's cold, and the store owner...

he wants to act. He wants to appear in it.

We can put him in an Eskimo costume.

Now here's the theme.

Even at the North Pole you need a refrigerator.

That thing won't work.

Why? It looks like an iceberg.

Oh, no! It's not cinema, because...

I know. Because the camera... We'll put the plant there.

Plants at the Pole?

It's cinema, put the plant there.

It's a commercial, it doesn't matter.

Hurry up, over there.

I'm in it, then?

I'll get dressed, then.

- Not with a tie. - What?

Eskimos don't wear ties.

Listen, I've got to look respectable.

I must serve my customers.

An Eskimo with a tie? In a film?

Who's paying? I'll do what I like.

And look, these boots are no good.

Ever seen an Eskimo without boots?

Look, are you taking his legs?

It's all right, they're off camera.

You're an Eskimo, you're used to the cold.

It can work.

North Pole, first take.

Attention.

Ready! I'm starting.

I'm going to speak.

Look out!

Oh dear!

My whiting's no good for frying anymore.

Even at the North Pole you need a refrigerator.

The face is no good.

Come see.

It was like this...

It's good, but the fish...

hold it like that and say:

"Oh dear, my whiting's no good for frying anymore."

Like that, then?

Exactly, yes.

Why didn't you say so?

North Pole, 17th take.

Even at the North Pole you need a refrigerator.

Once more.

I'm tired.

North Pole, 18th take.

Stop, stop.

We see his tie.

- Listen to me... - What's wrong?

Is it my tie again?

How can you expect to be an Eskimo with a tie?

- Mr Pachala, please. - He's gone away.

To Germany.

They always say that.

I'll take your name.

With an L, like Lollobrigida.

Your phone number?

He knows he owes us FF 40,000.

- I don't like it. - Why?

You don't understand business, that's all.

I goofed the other day.

When I left you the other evening.

After the restaurant.

I had a date with Michel.

How? We left together.

We fixed it when you went to phone.

How did it go with Juliette?

I told her I was taking a taxi.

Naughty girl!

There was a man who kept pinching my bottom on the train.

Like Juliette the other day, when she came back, after...

After leaving you.

How do you know?

It's disgusting.

You waited ten days to tell me.

If we start hiding things, he'll be having both of us on.

Where's the hair dryer?

In my parents' room.

What did he say when he learned that we tell each other these things?

So you guys talk!

That's nothing to be surprised about.

We're old friends.

What does that make me look like?

No, come on.

He didn't seem to care.

He's making fun of us, then!

Shall I cut your hair?

You'd ruin it.

- I'd think you did it on purpose. - You're silly.

Listen, we mustn't take this too seriously.

He's a friend.

I don't mind if he prefers you.

He's not the first.

Anyway, he'll be called up in two months.

Can you see us visiting the barracks?

I hate going out with soldiers.

He mustn't go.

What can we do?

Can you see him in the infantry?

No way! You have to march there.

Michel's not the marching type.

It must be tiring, they wear terrible boots.

Horrible clodhoppers.

Forty kilometres a day in those.

I only like light shoes.

Yours are nice.

I got them from Annie.

They're nice. Where did she get them?

At Perugia's.

No, at Farina's.

At Farina's - that's funny.

The boss wanted to take me out.

And give me shoes.

- Did you accept? - Here they are.

Aren't they nice?

He's got grey hair.

I like grey hair - here, not there.

He's not bad.

But I didn't see him again after the shoes.

It could have gone too far.

He gave you an old-fashioned pair, the rat.

That's why I called it off.

But he introduced me to an influential bloke.

- I'd like to see him. - Why?

He could help Michel.

Two almonds. Let's play Philippine.

The first to say "Philippine" tomorrow

could be luckiest with Michel.

Morning, Philippine!

If we want this man to help Michel, we need a pretext.

Take him to the Calypso?

You're better than me at this game.

Who cares?

Don't you think they're dangerous at forty?

I don't know.

Better be careful.

I don't want to end up in the woods.

At that age, they get very sentimental.

What will you do?

Make him try to seduce me - with finesse.

- It could be dangerous for you. - So you wouldn't dare?

Don't be so sure.

He'll invite me to dinner.

Just a few chance words about Michel.

It'll work out.

We'll see.

- What will you say? - I'll make a date wherever he likes.

Then you come along with Michel.

"Hello! Fancy meeting you!"

I introduce you, and there we are.

- Good. - Here I go.

Extension 302.

Mr Régnier de Lisle.

Thank you so much.

I think he's there.

Hello? I would like to talk to Mr Régnier de l'Isle.

It's personal.

His secretary's a bitch.

I said it was personal.

Hi, is that you? It's me.

Not too busy. And you?

Tomorrow evening, if you like.

I'll look in my diary. It's working.

Any idea where?

You said you wanted to learn to cha-cha.

I know a place with fabulous records.

Got it.

Ten o'clock, like last time.

Right. He's coming to the Calypso.

Come with Michel.

Mind you, do your stuff.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

Yes, there is.

Nothing, Juliette's waiting for us.

What's this about her father's friend?

Juliette's with him at the Calypso.

I'm not going.

Are you jealous?

No. You don't go out with your father's friends at 18.

You are jealous.

Alright, let's take a look at her father's friend.

Let's pretend we're meeting them by chance.

What's this drama?

Is your job very important?

You don't mind a man with grey hair?

- It's not grey. - Alas, it is.

Grey hair is very attractive.

I like it.

Here, not there. Like you.

- So? - I can't dance that.

- Give it a try! - No, I can't.

It's easy.

One. Two. Come on, right foot forward.

Come on.

No, that's not it.

Left behind the right.

Not bad.

You're a wonderful dancer, but I prefer more gentle dances.

I believe these violent dances

reflect the cold-heartedness of modern youth.

What a surprise!

This is Monsieur Régnier de l'Isle.

Delighted.

Michel, Liliane.

Go to our table.

She's a childhood friend. Isn't she pretty?

Yes, but he's unusual.

Another childhood friend?

Why at our table?

He's very nice. You'll like him.

Come on, let's dance the cha-cha.

Straighten your tie.

You're a drag tonight.

Are you impressed by that bloke? Look how he cha-chas.

He's not that old.

He's not young either.

I wouldn't have come if I'd known.

You're great. Who taught you?

You see that you go out often.

Shall we dance? You're rude not to ask me.

Excuse me, I'm admiring.

You're a pro!

You don't invite me because you can't dance.

He's doing all right, isn't he?

He was thirty in 1925.

That's how he knows the Charleston. I don't do old dances.

What energy!

Oh, well done.

You're sensational.

- You're a good dancer. - Isn't he, Michel?

See? You like the violent dances you know.

The Charleston isn't violent.

And you dance it close to others, not like the cha-cha.

What do you think, soldier boy?

Let's sweat one out.

Stop it.

What's the matter?

I expect he'll be called-up.

Why "expect"?

I don't know. I just said it.

Juliette told me you took her to a smart restaurant.

- Do you like her? - Almost as much as you.

- Yes, I like her. - I mean, as much as I like you.

She's much prettier than me.

I don't think so.

Oh, you!

But you do like her?

If you insist.

- She's very sad. - She is?

Didn't she tell you?

Her brother Michel will be called-up.

For a brother, he's holding her tight.

He supports the whole family.

Well, she's not the only one.

And anyway, your friend will be all right.

She won't lack men to help her.

I'll help her, for one.

When she told me about your job, I thought that...

I'll find work for her if she wishes.

- But her brother... - Shall we dance?

No need to be jealous!

You were gone a long time.

You didn't look bored with Liliane.

You'd deserted me!

I thought you were going out with me, not your brother.

My brother?

My brother! That's pushing it.

Why? Anyway, we're having fun, aren't we?

It's Michel's fault. He's being awful.

He flirts with you in front of me.

With you, too.

Damn! I can't get my hair right.

So he's having us both on, is he?

He certainly is.

Enough, I won't help him anymore.

Me neither.

I hate to see you with him.

And you.

I'm going. Goodbye.

Your brother's waiting.

I've paid.

That was a roaring success!

What was a success?

We'll tell you one day.

I hate mysteries.

Your father's friend, and all your whispering!

- Don't you understand? - I don't want to.

What was there to understand?

- He's an important bloke. - So?

Looks like you don't want to stay in Paris.

So that's it.

He agreed, of course.

No, but Liliane said you were my brother.

So if you'd been nicer...

Completely crazy. You've lost the plot.

You think things work like that?

Why should I stay in Paris?

To see you? Thanks!

Fine, if that's how you feel!

- Let's go. Who shall I drop first? - We'll walk.

You do that. Goodbye.

The 2.

- It's okay, don't move. - Hop, here we go.

- The 2, is it good? - Yes.

- Quick, Gaspard, go away. - Get out, quick!

Closer. You're good now.

Attention, top for the 3!

The 2, in 25. Quick, Gaspard. At the captaincy.

Wait a second.

- Do not touch me! - Come on!

Sir, we've been arrested.

I don't know about the others but I'm innocent.

- I don't know why I'm here. - Me neither!

I was simply going to buy some bread.

Attention!

Quick, Stefano, to the prison.

It's an amazing adventure, the life of an actor.

It's a fascinating job.

Well, Juan Salsedo Alvarez, tonight,

I am going to give you an immense role,

commensurate with your life.

Tonight you won't be neither Don Juan, nor the Cid, nor Cicero,

but... Juan Salsedo Alvarez!

- He's a monster! - Let him go!

Father!

It can't be. Intercede for me.

I don't want to die.

He's about to stand up.

He's about to turn around.

Attention. Start the music!

Move back now. Slowly.

Who's that idiot?

Get him out of there.

Continue.

Careful, the gate. Close the gate.

That's it. We're done.

Get me that idiot who walked into frame!

It seems you walked into frame yesterday.

- Did you see me? - No, I was off duty.

Do you believe it?

Is it true?

It's true.

What were you thinking of?

My holidays.

Don't pull my leg. You're here to work.

Three months to the holidays.

Mine are sooner.

How come earlier?

My call-up.

Yes, but you're not the only one.

No reason to neglect your job now.

Some people don't do their job.

What's that?

Who do you mean? Are you talking about me?

No.

But if the shoe fits...

I don't like being spoken to like that.

I'll have you sacked, quick.

I'll put in a report.

- Stuff your report. - What?

Why speak to him like that? He's not a bad sort.

I won't be able to speak like that in two months.

Just wait.

They'll suspend you for at least three months now.

We'll see.

If they do, I'll go to Club Med in Corsica.

Really?

Anyway, I want to leave before I'm called-up.

- I'll take some time off, too. - Really?

It's a deal.

Pardon, excuse me.

I wrote to Liliane this morning.

Getting anywhere with Jacqueline?

It's only a matter of time.

You're revolting.

She won't...

I'm telling you!

There's a bus coming tonight.

Jacqueline's all right, but I'm getting fed up.

So there's a bus coming tonight?

Yes.

We'll have a look over the new girls.

We're counting on you.

Count on me, I'll introduce you.

At least two each.

Friends!

New arrivals from Marseille

will be at the office in a few minutes.

I ask you all to come

with your sarongs,

your beads and your smiles to the office.

Agreed?

My eyes need testing. I thought I saw Liliane and Juliette.

I did see them.

I didn't expect to see you.

We thought you'd already been called-up, I swear!

Seriously. Can you stop with your games?

Don't think we came here to see you.

No, and I couldn't care less.

You're thinner. Have you been playing sports?

Here, yes.

Does your radio work?

I thought you weren't having a holiday.

My father let me come to Corsica with Liliane.

You'll never guess the news.

- Pachala's in Corsica. - No?

He's with that brunette, Mitzi.

They're making a photo-novel, she says.

Out in the wilds. I can't remember where.

We wrote it down.

It's called "The Slaves and the Bandit."

So he's turned actor, then.

What about Pachala?

I'll find him one day.

I'll give him a walloping.

If we don't go now, he'll get away.

I've got business here.

Want a drink?

Nice to meet you.

Have you got my sun tan lotion?

I'm a Taurus. You?

I'm a Libra. My parents are Virgos.

"If you've met your twin soul,

"try to develop

"the other's sympathy into a more tender emotion.

"Beware of others.

"Lucky days: 19th, 20th, 21st." What's today?

The 18th.

What are you doing tomorrow?

- Write to your fiancée. - And Jacqueline sends her love.

I've got a Jacqueline in my life, that's news.

You've also got an Andrée, Micheline, Marie,

Christine, Mireille.

But no Liliane or Juliette. They're too stupid!

You never do anything, so why hang around?

You looked so bored we came to help you out.

I already told you, there's only one way to help me out.

And I'm sure she was going to.

You are so crude!

We'll leave you alone, but we meant to help you.

We really came to see you.

I didn't ask you to.

It cost a lot of money to tell you about Pachala.

He still owes you.

And you welcome us with a frightful blonde.

I've been thinking about Pachala. We'll go tomorrow.

Okay.

I'm staying here.

It's too late to go on.

We'll camp here tonight.

Oh, Michel, come!

Michel! Come and help us.

What is this circus? What are you playing at?

Put the tent up.

Not me. I don't need a tent tonight.

Where's your French gallantry?

Give me a break!

I'm bivouacking.

- Don't be rotten. - No way!

What's bivouacking?

Bivouacking? Sleeping out.

That's no excuse. You're selfish.

- You're a bastard! - You bastard!

How can we put it up?

So take a picket.

What do you want me to do with it?

- All good? - It'll do.

- Where are those shorts? - I don't know.

It's hot.

- What's it like outside? - Lovely.

Maybe I'll sleep outside.

Come on, lazybones!

Get out of there.

Take that thing off.

It's nice out.

We're going to the beach.

What?

Why the one-piece?

- What's it to you? - You'll croak.

Attack!

I hate to go now.

Why "now"?

Oh, now nothing.

You're always laughing.

So, Liliane?

Stop it, you two.

You want a knife?

No, thanks.

Here's the salt.

That's enough!

A wasp!

Don't move and it won't sting.

Stop it!

What a mess in here!

I can't eat this peach.

These horrible stones.

You disgusting thing!

Get out of here!

- So, sweetie? - It's too much.

All these stones...

I'm fed up!

Take it easy.

What's the matter?

And I don't want to camp anymore!

If we muck about, Pachala will get away again.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, we pack up. Go.

- Is it serious? - I've run out of water.

- We'll break the big end. - If Liliane hadn't had all the lemonade...

Liliane, coming with us, or still sulking?

I'm not sulking, idiot.

I'll have to use the petrol can.

Are you coming?

Don't answer so quickly.

You two go. I'll wait here.

Oh, shit.

Hello, miss.

My boat's broken down and I can't mend it.

Could you help me out of this?

You help me... a little behind? Oh my God.

Thank you. You're so nice.

Are you from Paris?

Sit down.

You're not afraid here are you?

No, but we've broken down.

That's funny. I've broken down, too.

I've been trying to mend it half the day.

- What's your name? - Liliane.

I'm Horatio.

They're coming back?

I hope so. They've been gone an hour.

Are they engaged?

- Are you engaged? - No.

Not engaged, and been away for an hour.

- That's funny, really funny. - As you say.

Michel, I'd rather Liliane didn't know.

She won't care.

In Paris, she made clear she wasn't interested in me.

I'm not so sure.

Are you okay?

Julius Caesar.

Call him Julius. He likes that.

His boat's broken. We can give him a lift.

I'm delighted for him.

Shit!

- Now I'll have to drive slowly. - I apologise.

All right. Get in.

All right. I'll leave you alone.

Come.

After you, miss.

And the can?

Don't move, sir. I'll go.

Not bad for a radio. But a bit big.

Do you know this one?

I'll soon give you "Don't leave."

You know what to do.

It's a real calf, this car!

Then, push!

Well then! Push a little!

Hurry up.

You won't get away with this, little Frenchman.

Are you in charge of tickets?

There are three of us...

and we've only FF 800.

- I can't help that. - Can I take one on my knee?

That is strictly forbidden.

Do you think I'd save you from drowning?

I can swim

and I fall in all the time.

Ah yes, but...

Think I wouldn't?

Do you like Corsica?

Yes, I've been to Calvi and Club Med.

Isn't it a beautiful country?

Everyone in position.

What's all this?

Your breast outside, like that.

I'm getting fed up.

We're not here for strip-tease. Unless he pays.

I only pay artists.

Are you ready?

But the boat's modern.

Modern or period, so what?

I'm that big in the photo, the boat's only that big.

People will look at me.

Keep quiet, imbecile!

Okay, attention.

Stop moving.

- What's going on? - They're all dressed up.

Banging away like in Chicago.

I've forgotten the filter.

Are we visible?

I'd like to do it again.

We agreed to FF 1,000.

Be reasonable. I pay 1,000 to photograph an entire person.

I only shot your top half.

Let's go.

Drink to my health, huh. Hold on. Take that.

Okay. Next!

Listen.

You're the best. I've got a job for you in Paris.

In Paris. Take this.

Michel?

How are you?

On holiday here? I thought you were called-up.

Who tied it so tight?

You do it.

Give it to me.

Listen...

You took long enough to get that water yesterday.

There was no village nearby.

We found a stream.

Listen, animals...

Idiot! You scared me.

Did you see Pachala?

Did he pay up?

Zip.

He expects a money order tomorrow.

From his grandmother? There's no postman here, no road.

I'm going to tell him we've got no money.

- Coming? - You can go.

You're coming, too.

Undo that.

Oh, look. Easy.

It'll only get damp now.

It's lovely and warm.

Don't lie around.

Why not? I'm tired.

Are you coming?

You know, Pachala...

Going to bed?

I'm going for a walk. Over there.

Hurry up. Where's Liliane?

Not coming, says she's tired.

Go ahead.

I can't keep up!

Come on!

I can't bear to see him yet again.

And I'll have to go back for our bill.

I'll wait here.

Go on, I'll catch up.

Hurry up!

If I can climb up again.

Where were you?

I've been searching for you.

I was asleep.

- What did you do? - You weren't in the tent.

I climbed over the rocks, the moon was fabulous.

Where's Michel?

Wasn't he with you?

He's gone, but how could he be?

Let's find out.

Hasn't the boat gone?

No, the sea's rough.

It doesn't look bad.

It is, round the point.

How can one get out?

What did Pachala do?

Is the boat the only way?

There's also the mountain path.

- Bastard! - Come on!

Go ahead, move on.

Hurry up.

Where are you going? Stop!

Stop there! The others, over here, over here!

Exploiter!

Come, come.

I've had enough, my feet hurt.

- Oh... - Give me your hand.

I've had enough!

I can see his whole gang on the move.

How can we catch him?

How can we get up there?

We'll beat him by boat when the wind drops.

He won't make for Calvi.

I heard him say he would.

- Do I turn left? - Yes.

Should have turned right. Never mind about Pachala.

Why? Isn't this the Calvi road?

- No, this goes to Ajaccio. - You sure?

Never mind, I've got to go there for some letters.

Let's forget about Pachala.

But Ajaccio's marked here. I'm not mad.

She's good at map-reading.

Were you top in geography at school?

Yes, ducky.

Then you know that an upside-down map

puts the left on the right.

Yes, my pet.

It's better held in both hands.

Take it, you're so clever.

- What's wrong with you? - Nothing.

Who's sulking now?

Maybe there's a reason.

Maybe.

Why did you turn it off?

I liked it.

I didn't.

But I liked it.

I want something else.

Now I've lost it.

- Michel gave me the radio. - No, he gave it to me.

I'm fed up with you.

I'm sick of listening to you talk, sing, everything!

- I'm fed up. - Are you crazy?

You wear me out.

Give me that.

Listen, that's enough!

Keep it, then. And Michel, too.

- What's gotten into her? - Who knows?

- What's with you? - Leave me alone. I want to go.

It doesn't matter.

Don't fight on an evening like this.

Get in. What a night!

I'm leaving in a few days.

- I've got to go. - Why?

I've got my call-up papers: report in four days.

I thought they'd come later.

Four days.

Four days?

I must sail tomorrow at the latest.

- It's full. Where to? - Nice or Marseilles.

Try in Calvi.

And not too soon.

- Put yourself in my place. - In our place.

"My place." "Our place." What about mine?

You're all right, you're spoiled.

That's for sure. I've had enough.

Listen Michel. We must settle things.

I like things cut and dried. We don't want to fight anymore.

I'll go if I'm in the way.

No, I'm in the way.

I'll soon be alone. I'll just choose the one who waits for me.

We're not joking, we're serious.

Tomorrow I'm leaving, for a long time.

- That's all. The rest... - But I love you, Michel.

"I love you, Michel." That's all you can say.

You're not to laugh.

You're like little shop girls. There are more important things.

Come on, or you'll miss the boat.

I don't care. It'll have to wait.

I've got time. What's another day?

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