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Oh!

- Aah!
- Aah!

♪ Choppers ♪

♪ such a sweet,
sweet guy was he ♪

♪ and her tears
flowed like wine ♪

♪ yes, her tears
flowed like wine ♪

♪ she's a real
sad tomato ♪

It's a time-honored
profession,

an older one than yours.

Mm-hmm.

Besides, you've had
thousands of dollars worth

on the house,
as they say.

Bingo.

Bingo!

I hope, Mr. Secretary,

with this signing,

France
and the United States

will begin a whole new
era in our relations.

The president
wanted to be here,

but due to his wife's
illness--look out!

Cut!

Cut! Cut!

What the hell
are they doing?

Would you get
the hell out of here?

Isn't somebody
posted out there?

I'll see what happened.

Help yourself.

Would you get them
the hell out of here?

OK. Have we seen
the doors yet?

I don't think...

No. Yes.

I don't...
I'm not sure.

Lucy! Lucy?

Have we seen the doors
in any shot yet?

No, no.

OK. Leave
the doors shut.

- Shut...
- Shut.

I think.

Look, what's that
damn redhead's name?

Monique.

Monique, Monique,

you're nowhere near
emotional enough.

I mean, he murdered
your husband.

You got to have tears.

George, I can't cry
without menthol.

No, no. I don't like
using phony stuff.

It's got to come
out of the moment.

I plan on using menthol
in my crying scene.

You don't have
a crying scene.

OK!

Let's take it
from the top!

Makeup, could you get
Monique a menthol ball?

Hi, Lauren.

Hi.

Enjoying yourself?

Mm-hmm.

Makeup!

Flying in!

Lauren?

Lauren?

Call me bogie.

Why?

Because--

All right. No talking!

Quiet on the set!

Hold it. Hold it.
Are the squibs set?

Special effects?

When Monique fires,

I want that mirror
behind Brod to shatter.

Because they
belong together.

Lauren and bogie.

Lauren Bacall,
Humphrey Bogart.

It's a $12 million picture!

You going to tell me

I can't break
one goddamn mirror?

They were married.

Movie stars.

She called him bogie.

That's why I said
to call me bogie.

It's in the script!

Oh.

Lucy, can I get a script
over here, please?

What are you
reading?

Simone fires at the president.

Nothing.

Lauren, darling.

What are you doing
back here?

I bring you all the way out
to watch the shooting,

and you sit there with
your nose in a book.

I got bored.

How could you
possibly be bored?

George is one
of the finest directors

in the whole world.

I find this whole thing
absolutely fascinating.

I could've done this
goddamn picture in Spain!

Can you believe this?

A $12 million picture,

and they won't let me
break one friggin' mirror!

Oh, I'm sorry, kid.

I'm not used to having
kids on the set.

It's nothing she doesn't
hear every day at school,

right, darling?

I'll show you the setup
through the camera.

Oh, I'd love it.

Up, up, up, up, up.

Oh, merci.

You had it.
You had it.

Your mother?

She's very
attractive.

Is she an actress?

No.

I thought maybe you
came out here to watch her.

No. She came out here
to watch him.

George di Marco.

You know him?

Sure.
Bloody Tuesday,

lips, the dandelion train.

I don't go to movies much.
Is he a good director?

He stinks.

Really?

He's the worst.

You're not
just saying that?

The only people
who like his movies

are two critics in Paris
and one, I think, in Pakistan.

I have to go.

It was good
talking to you.

Maybe I'll see you
again sometime.

Right.

So long, sweetheart.

I didn't know you knew French.

I've lived here
nearly three years.

How come you
speak English?

School,
but movies mostly.

I like
the American ones.

Mmm.

It's beautiful
here, no?

I think it's awful
places like this were built

when so many Frenchmen
were starving.

Mmm. This is fabulous
chicken, bogie.

You're lucky to have a mother
who cooks like this.

I don't
have a mother.

I made this myself.

My name isn't
really bogie.

I thought
you said that--

a joke.
Humphrey Bogart

was married
with Lauren Bac--

never mind.

My name is Daniel.

You from Paris?

Just outside.
La Garenne.

You live
with your father?

What does he do?

He sort of drives.

A truck?

No.

A taxi.

You shouldn't
be embarrassed.

It's honest work.

Not the way
he does it.

You have a father
or just a mother?

I have a father.

As a matter of fact,
I'm on my third.

Does your mother divorce
them or just kill them?

They're all still alive.

What's the latest
one do?

He's in telephones.

Telephones?

What does he do
exactly?

Exactly,
he's the head of ICT.

In Europe.

So you're a capitalist.

My father's
a capitalist.

My own politics are more
radical than my parents.

It's easy to be liberal
when you're rich.

I've seen it in films.

Kid! Your mother's got half
the crew looking for you!

- Come on!
- I have to go.

Me, too.

- Thanks for the lunch.
- My pleasure.

Au revoir, Daniel.

Au revoir, Lauren.

We can meet
somewhere in Paris.

When?

Next week?

When next week?

Monday.

- OK!
- Where?

Where do you live?

Neuilly.

I see you
at the Gare St. Lazare...

The train station.

3:00, Monday.

Under the clock.

Bingo!

Did you have fun
out at that chateau today?

Mm-hmm.

How's our friend George?

He was so busy directing,
he barely said hello.

He's so inventive. It's
fascinating to watch him.

He has such a rapport
with the actors.

You could tell that,
couldn't you, darling?

Mm-hmm. May I
be excused, please?

Don't you want to have
some dessert, sweetheart?

No. I've got
to call Natalie

and get the homework
so I can do it.

On Friday night?

Don't be
such a drudge.

Why don't you watch
some television?

No. I missed
a whole day of school.

I really don't want to
get behind. Excuse me.

She spent the whole time
reading a book.

Don't you think a child
her age would be interested

in watching
a movie being made?

Depends on the book.

Well, I don't know
what to do.

I took her out there
this afternoon

simply hoping
she'd enjoy herself.

She spent the whole time
reading.

Natalie? Lauren.

What happened
in school today?

We were playing mixed
soccer with the boys.

Billy Duchin
and another boy

were choosing girls
to be on their team.

Can you imagine
how nervous I was?

Natalie,
he's your cousin.

Second cousin.

The kids don't
come out funny

or anything. I checked.

Did he pick you?

No.

How are you supposed
to have kids

if he won't even pick you
for a soccer team?

Because in about two years
I'm gonna fill out,

my mother told me.
Then he'll pick me.

Well, it's a start anyway.

Listen, what's
the math homework?

Pages 226 through 232.

God, it's so hard!

And Mr. Stuart gave us
a test that was just awful!

He says you're going
to have to make it up

on monday after school.

Monday?

Oh, no.

Well,
that's what he said.

I can't.
I just can't.

Why not?

I met a boy.

God, I can't
stand it! Who is he?

His name is Daniel.

He's French!
God, what else?

He lives in La Garenne,

and his father
drives a cab.

A cab? God, your
mother'll have a fit.

If she finds out.

You'd better not tell her.

Are you in love?

You don't fall in love
with a boy you just met.

Are you?

Yeah.

Are you gonna
see him again?

I don't know
if I can.

Well, if you do,
then you'll see

what I've been going
through with Billy.

You don't know
what love is like

till you've fallen
for your cousin.

Second cousin.

Right.

Got to go.
See you Monday.

Good-bye.

Reading something you
don't want me to see?

It's just a book.

I used to read
those, too.

What is it? Come on,
I won't tell.

An introduction to...

Metaphysics.

By Martin Heidegger.

School has
certainly changed

since I was
in the seventh grade.

It isn't for school.

I'm just
reading it for fun.

Fun?
Heidegger?

Why were you
hiding it from me?

Most people think anyone
who reads Heidegger's weird.

Oh, I don't.

Though I'll
have to admit

that philosophy
was never

one of my strong
subjects in college.

Heidegger.

You really
understand that?

Mm-hmm. Heidegger
isn't all that hard.

His stuff is mostly
etymological.

You know, like,

why is there something
rather than nothing at all?

- Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.

You seemed a little
distracted at dinner.

Anything wrong?

No, not really.

Nothing happened
that upset you?

No.

Oh.

I thought
maybe this summer

we'd all take
a trip together.

You and your mother
and myself.

We could
go to Germany.

We've never
been there together.

That'd be nice.

Yeah. Maybe somehow
we could arrange for you

to meet Heidegger.

He died
three years ago.

Oh.

We probably don't
want to bother him.

No.

Damn rich American girls.

Keep you waiting.

I'll count to 20,

and if she's not here
by that time,

the hell with her.

1...2--

that's too fast.

1...

2...

3...

4...

Oh...

Oh. Um,

Oh!

It's OK. I speak English.
Don't strain yourself.

I'm so glad I found you!
God, just think what--

- where is she?
- If I didn't,

you'd probably never,
ever find her again.

What's your name?

My name?
Natalie Woodstein.

Natalie, where is she?

Oh, yeah,
she can't come.

Why not?

She got kept after school
for a makeup test.

We've got this really mean
teacher, Mr. Stone, and--

did she say
when we could meet?

Oh, yeah, she wants
to know if you can come

the same time Wednesday instead?

- OK.
- OK.

Oh, yeah. She wants
to know where. Here?

No, this is no good.
Tell her

the Arc de Triomphe
du Carrousel

in front
of the Louvre.

The Arc de Triomphe.

No! Not the big one
on the Champs-Elysées.

The small one
in front of the Louvre.

In front of the Louvre.

Oh! That's the museum
Louvre, right?

OK.

Thank god she got it right.

I was afraid you'd be

at the other
Arc de Triomphe

while I was standing
down here cursing you.

Natalie's OK.

She's just kind of,
you know, terminally dense.

She's the only one
in the whole school

I can even stand.
Ow!

Something the matter
with your foot?

No. It's just new shoes.

They didn't have them
in my size,

but I liked them.

They're very nice.

Thanks. Ow.

You sure
you're all right?

Fine.

OK. Then why don't we mosey
on down here a piece?

Let me
carry your books.

You know--
Oh, I'm sorry.

That's OK.

I do that myself
all the time.

Heidegger?

Oh, it's for school,
an assignment.

They're assigning you
Heidegger?

Sure.

They are teaching you
existentialism?

Heidegger isn't really
an existentialist.

He claims he isn't.
His writing says he is.

You read Heidegger?

Not anymore.

He bores me.

Especially
his fascination

with the tall
German poet,

what's his name?

- Holderlin!
- Holderlin!

Did you ever try

to struggle through
any of that stuff--

like The Death
of Empedocles?

Empedocles?
It's awful.

But the French translation
is terrible.

Oh, believe me,

it's terrible
in any language.

I know!
That's fantastic!

What's your IQ?

I don't know.

You mean you've
never been tested?

- No.
- Why not?

I'm afraid
I might find out I'm...

What?

A genius
or something weird.

Well, people don't
exactly love smart kids.

I know.

I'm 167 IQ.

I won't
tell anybody.

And I read Heidegger
because I want to,

not for school.
I was lying.

I lie all the time.
You have to.

Are you good at math?

Math?
I'm sensational!

Especially things
like probability.

I've won 850,000 francs
on the horses.

850,000?

Just on paper,
naturally.

That's fantastic!

Fantastique!

Fabulous!

Formidable!

Uh...uh...

Uh...uh...

Ah!
You are English!

Oh, no, I'm American.

I love Americans!

I was stationed there
for a time

as a matter of fact.
Washington.

You have been there?

Once when I was little.

Extraordinary city,

very like Paris
in many ways.

You sure
you're all right now?

Perfectly, my dear.

Allow me
to present myself.

Julius Edmond
Santorin, retired.

And now to show
there's no hard feelings,

will you join me
in a hot chocolate?

I know a delightful
spot nearby.

- No, thank you.
- Thank you.

- OK.
- Good.

It's years since I was
in Washington,

but I have
many fond memories.

We'll have lots
to talk about.

I've never been
in Washington.

- I'm from La Garenne.
- La Garenne?

I have been there, too.
Come along!

And so, Emilienne,

we had not been married
very long,

and, uh, she was not
all that sophisticated,

coming from Provence,

was offered vodka
by the Russian ambassador,

and she, thinking
it was water,

and following
the other guests...

Swallowed it
straight back.

You can't imagine
her surprise!

I shall never forget

the expression
on her face.

Will that be all,
Monsieur Santorin?

Ah, parfait. Merci.

You were the ambassador
to the United States?

Oh, no, no,
no, no, no.

I was simply a humble
attaché at the embassy.

I didn't become ambassador
until the end of my career.

Then it was Liechtenstein.

Delightful spot,

but hardly the top
of the diplomatic ladder.

Oh, that's fantastic!

What an incredible life

you must have had,
Monsieur Santorin.

Oh, no, please. Julius.

You make me feel
my years less.

How old are you?

No longer young, Daniel.

No longer young.

Your wife Emilienne?

She has been gone
12 years now...

To this very day.

I was on my way
to the cemetery

when I ran into
a large, round object.

Um, the football,
I think it is called.

I never saw it.

I said I was sorry.

She won't mind
my being a little late.

I go to see her every week

with all the best smiles
and tears

of all of my life.

- And if god choose--
- and if god choose,

I shall but love thee
better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett
Browning.

She's my favorite poet.

Oh, she was ours, too.

Fantastic!

Yes!

She's no longer
so much in the fashion,

but how we loved her.

I'll tell you
a little story.

When Emilienne and I
lived in Venice,

we rented a small villa.

One Sunday the plumbing
went out,

and, of course, I couldn't
get a plumber on Sunday,

and so I went
down to see

if I could make
some repairs myself.

And crawling about
in the dark

I came upon some paper.

Poetry?

- Have you guessed?
- No.

We had been living
in the Brownings' villa

and didn't know it!

That's fantastic!
Were they new poems?

No, all mostly drafts,

which improved
when they were published.

Some of the sonnets
from the Portuguese.

And some pages from
a journal which she kept,

describing the people
they met,

the places they went,

the trips to the lido,

the kiss
under the bridge.

What bridge?

Ahh, there is an old
venetian legend

which says that

if two lovers kiss

in a gondola
under the bridge of sighs

at sunset,

when the bells
of the campanile toll,

they will love each other
forever.

And they did?

She died in his arms
some years later.

And you and Emilienne?

The legend is true.

Isn't he the most incredible
person you ever met?

Incredible.

I mean,
what a life he's had.

He's so dear,
so sensitive, you know?

Don't you think so?

Isn't he wonderful?

Yes, he
is wonderful.

I'm having a birthday party
a week from Friday,

and I want you to come.

OK.

Hi, mother.

Hello, darling.

- Hi, Richard.
- Hello, sweetheart.

Darling, how does
this sound for the party?

Caviar on those tiny
deep-fried potato skins,

smoked scotch salmon,
oysters on the half shell,

champagne,
and Russian vodka?

I'd just as soon
have cake and ice cream.

What are you
talking about?

My party.

Oh, this is for
George's wrap party.

Wrap party?

Don't you know any
of the jargon, Richard?

I guess not.

When a movie
is finished shooting,

it's traditional to have
a party to celebrate.

They call it a wrap party.
Actors, producers, crew--

so, we're having them
all here?

Of course not.

I'm just having
George, the cast,

plus a few critics,

a bunch of our friends,
the Schwartzes,

Bernard Durand, the
food editor of Le Monde.

When is it?

The 3rd.

But that's my birthday.

You're not going to
have a party?

Darling, shooting
ends on the 3rd.

On the 4th, everybody's
leaving but George,

so it has
to be the 3rd.

I'm sorry.

I've got an idea!

Why don't we have Lauren invite

some of her friends
to the wrap party?

Make it
a combination.

Lauren's birthday and
George's wrap party.

What do you say?

OK.

Oh, thank you,
darling.

OK.

In a way, that solves
one of my problems.

I mean, who was she going
to invite to her party

in the first place?

She doesn't seem to have
any real friends, you know?

Other than
that Natalie person.

I know.
It's been hard for her,

being the kind of kid
she is,

living in a foreign country
these last few years.

That's why
I've changed my mind.

About what?

I've accepted that
transfer to Houston.

We'd be leaving
next month.

Richard, we talked
about that, and I--

I know, I know.

I think we made
the wrong decision.

For Lauren...
And for us.

Well, but--
but Houston's so...

Well...

Houston is so...

Houston.

Until about 500 B.C.,

the Greeks perfected
their techniques of carving.

You can see
that these statues

are quite different

from those Egyptian
statues over there

in their depiction
of the human form.

Praxiteles,
for example,

is a master.

See how he really shows
the anatomy as it is.

Notice the detail
of the musculature.

Over here,
on the other hand,

we have Doriphor
by Policlitus,

and a perfectly
splendid example

of the school
of Athens,

the magnificent torso
of Apollo.

The strength
of Greek sculpture...

Have you ever seen
a real one?

One what?

Sure.

Whose? His?

Whose?

You know, his.

Daniel.

Sure.

God!

Have you ever...

You know?

Done it?

All the time,
every which way.

God, Lauren!

I would've preferred
to have waited,

but--but you
know the French.

Now, works like this,

which aren't even mentioned
by the classical Greek...

Where?

Where what?

Did you do it?

Well, there's
this old mattress

down in the cellar,

- and we go--
- God!

Now, as we come
downstairs,

we'll see on our left
the Apollo Belvedere,

the original of which
is in the Vatican.

It was supposed to show
the ideal model

of a man's body.

Note the bow
in the extended arm

and the head
turned sideways,

as if he was following
the arrow with his eyes.

Unfortunately, this is
only a replica,

not a very good one.

Let us proceed
to a later period.

Look, I want you to come to
my birthday party on Friday,

and I want you
to invite me

over to your place
tomorrow night.

What for?

Well, to tell you the truth,

I don't really want you
to invite me over.

I want to go out
with Daniel

but I want to tell
my mother that

I'm at your place
doing homework.

And during this time that you're
supposed to be at my house,

I'll suppose you'll be doing it
on the mattress in the cellar!

I was teasing you.

We've never done anything
except go to the movies.

Really?

Really.

He's never
even touched me.

Well,
if you ever do,

promise to tell me
all about it?

OK.

Three seconds of
Mrs. Dunaway's bare ass,

and they won't
let us in.

We'll take our business
somewhere

where we're
treated like adults!

We don't have
to do this, Daniel.

Yes, we do.

Have you ever seen one of
those kinds of movies before?

Sure. Londet's father
owns this porno house.

We go all the time.

That was it?

Yes.

Why did we go
past it?

You'll see.
Just follow Londet.

I just noted there
aren't any subtitles.

I sort of get the gist
of it anyway.

She's so pretty.

Why would she...

What is he
making her do?

I've never seen one of
those before, either.

I wouldn't
have taken you.

It isn't like that.

That's
something else.

It isn't love.

I used to think...

Maybe a long time ago,
like...

Like in the time
of the pharaohs...

Or Louis XIII

that...there
was somebody...

Made just perfect
for me.

I mean, when
you think about it

and consider that
your feelings of love

begin when
you're about 10,

and if you live to,
say, 70,

well, that's
pretty limiting,

because
what chance is there

that he'll be alive at
the same time you are, you know?

I feel the same thing.

I mean, even if she
lived in my lifetime,

what if
my perfect woman

lived in India or
California or Brazil?

What chance is there
that I'd meet her

when I live
in La Garenne?

It's incredible,
isn't it?

Absolutely.

Incredible.

I mean, a six-month
shooting schedule

- must be killing you.
- No...

Hey, Brod.

Oh, Brod! I'm so flattered
that you could come.

George told me not even
to bother inviting you

because you never
show up at these affairs.

I figured
what the hell?

The booze is free,
and maybe I'll get laid.

He is
such a delight.

And all next week, it's going to
be mixed soccer with the boys,

and Billy Duchin's gonna be
a permanent captain.

But yesterday I bribed him
to pick me at least once.

God!
Isn't it romantic?

Having a good time,
sweetheart?

Fine.

You could've invited
more of your friends.

I did, but, you know,
a lot of them were busy.

I told you Billy Duchin and
Jimmy Ford could come.

I don't want them.
I barely know them.

I'm sorry it's not much
of a birthday party.

- We'll make it up to you.
- It's no big deal.

Yes?

We came to see Lauren.

Oh, Lauren.

Lauren!

I--

Hi, Daniel.

Hi, Lauren.
I brought Londet.

Bonsoir, Londet.

Good night, yes.

Mother,
this is Daniel Michon

and his friend Londet.

Oh, hello, boys.

Londet, this is Natalie.

Lauren was beginning to think
you weren't going to come.

I'm Richard King,
Lauren's father.

Good to meet you, sir. Lauren
speaks very highly of you.

Well, I'm delighted
you boys could come.

Thank you
for exciting me.

Why don't we go
up to my room?

Oh, what a
lovely idea, darling.

Go on ahead.

I don't know, Kay,

letting a couple of Frenchmen
in your daughter's bedroom.

Could be
dangerous, huh?

Yes. I don't.

Is it OK
that I brought Londet?

Sure. He and Natalie
are made for each other.

Between her French
and his English,

they won't
understand a word.

This is your room?

Mm-hmm.

It doesn't look
like you.

I know.

My mother
decorated it.

The only thing in here
that's me is me.

What'd he say?

He said he sleeps in the
same bed with his sister.

God, how awful!

What'd he say?

He said he has a...

Great amount of
affection for her.

Hey, where'd you get that?

We can't toast
your 13th birthday

with Coca-Cola.

Great. Come on.

God, I'm not having any.

Well, at least
try some, Natalie.

I like your father.

Richard?
Yeah. He's nice.

Why you call him
Richard?

Well, I called
the first two "daddy."

It's easier to lose
a Richard than a father.

Here's
looking at you, kid.

Come on.

Uh...

My birthday.
You drink champagne.

God!

Happy birthday,
Lauren.

Happy birthday,
Lauren.

Thanks.

Oh, the presents!

Let's open
the presents.

Right, let's open
your gifts.

It's a book.

It's Nancy Drew and the
Ghost of Blackwood High.

I hope you don't
already have it.

No. It's one I missed.

Thanks, Natalie.

You can't give this up.

I want you to have it.

I couldn't get one
of Heidegger.

God!

Lauren.

Oh!

God.

Thank you, Londet.

What I find absolutely
devastating about your work

is the way you go beyond
the rationally acceptable.

You're looking for an art
in that beyond,

wanting the unknown,

the dangerous
to take over.

You're such
a reckless artist.

You're almost irresponsible.

Yes.

...face our innermost
frustrations.

Right, right.
I'm glad you got that.

A lot of people don't
get that in my work.

You know, shooting a film
is really the easy part.

Hey, kid, how'd you do?
Did you score?

I heard a story about a little
French boy the other--

You apologize to her!

It was a joke!

Your jokes are as
rotten as your movies.

The winner
and new champ by TKO.

You got a helluva
right hand there, kid.

Just like when you hit
ward bond in sin town.

Who?

Ward bond.

In what?

Sin town.
Don't you remember?

Ward bond.

Sin town.

I'm fine. He caught me
when I wasn't ready.

Lauren, upstairs to
your room immediately.

And you, out.

Now, Kay,
let's simmer down.

I want him out
of here, Richard.

My coat is upstairs.

Well, then get it.

Dinner is served,
everyone!

My god!
They've been drinking!

Richard,
he's gotten her drunk!

What have you gotten into?

Wait a minute, Kay!

Hey, kid.

Are you sure that wasn't
Richard Widmark I belted?

No. You never made
a picture with Widmark.

I didn't?

What is going on in...?

Hi.

Jesus Christ, Richard!
Get in here!

They've been
having an orgy!

Don't be ridiculous!

What were you
doing?

We had some champagne,
and I opened my gifts.

That's all.

Gifts?

Some gift!

I'd better go
with Londet.

Au revoir, Natalie!

Lauren!

It wasn't all--

you're never to see
that boy again, ever.

Or at least
until school is over.

Then it won't matter
anyway

because we're leaving
for the states.

The states?

Your father has taken
a job in goddamn Houston.

We'll be leaving
at the end of the month.

You better get used
to the idea.

But why now?
What's the hurry?

I just want
to be able to see you.

It'd be easier if we
waited until summer.

Then we could
take off somewhere.

I don't want to wait.

Why not?

Who knows what'll
happen in the summer?

I want to go now.

We'd get caught.

Eventually.

Where would we
get the money?

I got some Christmas money
I saved up.

Christmas money
won't get us far.

Shh!

This is really
a terrible movie.

All Di Marco's
movies are terrible.

I told you.
He stinks.

My mother's been
watching me like a hawk.

This is the only place
I could think of

where she'd never
suspect we'd meet.

You really want
to take off now?

Uh-huh.

Maybe we could make it
for a week or so

before we got caught.

You mean it?

Where do you
want to go?

Venice.

Why Venice?

Because that's where people
go who are in love.

But that's in Italy.
It's very--

please?

Venice it is.

Don't keep me
waiting here again

without any money!

I couldn't get out of the
apartment without Natalie,

and she was late.

What did you want?

I've got an idea.

Go keep an eye out,
okay Natalie?

I want to hear.
I helped you sneak out.

- Natalie!
- I won't move.

Don't worry.

Come on.

God! It's him!

She doesn't know what
we're planning, does she?

Of course not.

Now, how much

was that Christmas money
you said you have?

About $150.

OK.

Here is my idea.

I told you about my system
with the horses.

I've won over
850,000 francs.

On paper.

I can take your 150
and try to hit a parlay.

How often
do you win?

About 45% of the time.

Which means 55% of
the time you lose.

I'm not a computer.

Would a computer help?

Sure.

Sure!

You can take
all the variables

for each horse
in every race,

cross-program
their performances,

make out ones
for different jockeys,

different distances--

what's that for?

You really are smart,
you know that?

Yes?

Mr. King,
your daughter's here.

She is?
Send her in.

Take these down
to Kendall,

have him sign them and
then mail them out, will you?

Yes, sir.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hi.

To what do I owe
this pleasure?

I got to do a project
for science,

and I chose computers.

I was wondering if I
could play around with one.

Maybe you can show me
how to use it.

Just because I happen
to run this place

doesn't mean I know
how these machines work.

We have people
who do that.

I'll get somebody
who understands it.

Claudine?

Yes, Mr. King?

Would you take Lauren
down to operations

and tell Martin that she'll
be asking some questions.

Of course, Mr. King.

Now, you see?
Simple as that.

Thanks, Richard.

How's Daniel?

Mother told me
I can't see him.

I know.

You like him?

How could I
not like somebody

who punched George
in the stomach?

Martin can
see you now, Lauren.

Thanks.

There we go.

Now, Miss King,

what kind of information
are you looking to get?

I want the three horses

with the best chance of
winning each of the eight races

at Longchamp tomorrow.

So, I need to program

the performance charts
for each horse

going back for a year,

then I want to
cross-correlate the data,

taking into account the
variables of different times

and different distances.

Forget it.

Why?

I've been trying
to develop a program

to do that
for the past year.

I'm not even close.

Would...would you mind
showing me your theory?

Show you my theory?

Just give you 10 months
of my calculations?

Is that what you want?

You said
it isn't working.

Maybe I can help you
with it.

I got it!

I got it! Look!

It's useless.

What?

I said it's useless.

All our work.

The whole damn thing.

Why?

Because we are stupid,
that's why.

I'm stupid.

You have to be 18
to place a bet.

You do?

And even if we won all the
money, we still couldn't go.

Why not?

We can't cross
the Italian border.

Why not?
We don't need visas.

I know, but they won't
let kids across alone.

We need an adult.

Are you sure?

Positive.
I checked.

Could we sneak across?

There will be
border guards,

barbed wire,

machine guns.

I've seen it
in films.

I want to go
to Venice.

I'm not going
to give up this trip.

All we have to do
is concentrate.

I've got it.

I've got it!
Come on!

Wait! What is it?

Wait!

Yes!

Where is he?

I don't know.

Voilà.

We have won all this?

Aw. Why don't we
stop now?

I'm sure we can get to Venice
on what we have in great style.

The last time
I was there,

Emilienne and I stayed
at The Gritti Palace

for 200 francs a day.

OK. 5,000
on number--

5,000?

5,000 on number 6
to win.

Trip across.

Scratched! Damn!

Scratched.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Why don't we just pick
the next horse, then?

No, no, no. Something's
wrong here.

I should have
seen it before.

Your computer
screwed up.

Monaco never did well
before,

and your computer friend

picked it to place.
Impossible!

Snow queen.

But the readout said--

I've won with
snow queen before.

Put it on number two--

snow queen--

to win.

Come on.

Come on.

There is no way

that Fille de Fermier
could've won that race.

No way.

It's OK.

Don't feel bad.

We came close.

Where's Julius?

Getting a drink
somewhere, probably.

What does it matter?

I'm sorry.

It wasn't your fault.

I mean, I should have
followed your instructions.

It was wrong of me.

Whatever the result,
I apologize.

What are you
talking about?

I didn't bet
on snow queen.

At the last moment,
I had this, uh...

Sudden hunch...

And I put all the money
on, uh, Fille de Fermier.

You mean we won?

You see, Fille de Fermier
in French

means "farmer's daughter,"

and Emilienne
was a farmer's daughter.

Actually, he owned
around 30,000 hectares,

but technically,
he was a farmer.

You're the most
wonderful man

in the whole world,
Julius!

I spent the whole week
handicapping these horses,

and you win
on a lousy hunch?

I'm afraid so.

What does it matter?

The important thing
is that Lauren

gets to Venice
to see her poor mother,

who, at the sight
of her,

will recover much,
much faster, won't she?

Would you rather
we had lost?

If we'd lost,
we couldn't go.

And now we can.

If you think Julius
is so wonderful,

why don't you
just go with him?

'Cause Venice wouldn't mean
anything to me without you.

And he lost all of our baggage,

except for two pieces--

one containing
seven pairs of my shoes,

and a small case containing
all of Emilienne's lingerie.

Of course, you couldn't
buy clothes

in Nairobi in those days,

so for a full week,

I could change
nothing but my shoes,

and Emilienne
her underwear.

I was furious,

but Emilienne just
laughed and laughed.

She had a very hearty laugh
for a small woman.

It surprised many people.

Well, I think
I'll go to the club car

for a--a dubonnet...

Unless you care
to come along?

No, no.
You go ahead.

Well, I--I will
be back shortly.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Something's wrong.
What is it?

Well, it's hard for me
to have a good time,

knowing my parents might
be worried about me.

Why would they be
worried about you?

They think you're
in Mont-Saint-Michel

on a field trip
for three days.

Don't they?

- Mm-hmm.
- So?

Well, what if
Natalie calls?

Then they'll find out
there's no field trip.

You were supposed to call her
and tell her not to call you.

I forgot.

You forgot?

How could you
forget that?

Well, there was so many
things on my mind--

I think you want to
get caught, you know that?

- That's not true!
- Is, too!

Is not!

Is, too.

Is not.

Is, too.

Hello?

Natalie?

Lauren, where are you?

Why?

God! I called
you up today,

and your mom
wanted to know

why I wasn't in
Mont-Saint-Michel with you.

I said, "why would I be
in Mont-Saint-Michel?"

And she got
all hysterical,

and, god, she started
absolutely pumping me.

And she said something
about calling school?

Oh, no.

Lauren?

What?

Why are you
at Mont-Saint-Michel?

I'm not.
I simply said--

what are you doing?

Calling Natalie.

Hang up!

Tell my parents
I'm OK.

- Hang it up!
- Where are you?

I'm in Italy.
I'm OK!

Hello?

Mrs. King?
It's Natalie.

I just talked to Lauren
on the phone.

God! She's in Italy!

I guess she got away
to the phone--

Where in Italy?

I don't know where
in Italy.

They made her hang up
before she could tell me.

I can't believe you'd do
a stupid thing like that,

telling her
you're in Italy.

Well, she sounded
so worried.

Incredible.

Now where's
Julius?

He was
in the club car.

No. There he is.

Julius!

Julius!

You better get him.

...which the great
Lucion said,

"he may have been
an impostor."

Julius!

Julius, the train,
it's leaving!

Oh, I left my money
in my vest,

and my vest
is on the train!

Arretez!

Halt!

Stop!

His vest!
The money's in his vest!

We've got
to get off now!

But the money!

The train is
going too fast.

He'll never make it.

Are you hurt?

I'm OK.

You should have gone
without me.

No. We couldn't.

The money's
on the train.

If there's one thing
I've learned about life--

if you miss one train,
there's always--

What?

There is
always what?

There is always...

One's feet.

It is very kind of
you to offer us a lift.

You have to be very careful who
you pick up on these roadsides.

Don't want
to frighten you,

but you
could be robbed,

you could be kidnapped.

You could be bored to death.

Hey, we're tickled pink
for the company.

We haven't run
into anybody

that could speak decent English
for a week. Right, Janet?

Uh, where can we
drop you folks?

Oh, we don't want to
take you out of your way.

Where are you
headed for, Mr...

Oh. Duryea.
Bob Duryea.

Columbus, Ohio.

This is
the missus.

We thought we'd spend
the night in Verona

and then go on
to Venice.

Oh, well,
that'll be just fine.

Just fine.

She sounded awfully scared

and said
she was in Italy.

And then there was
the sound of struggle, and

I heard one of the kidnappers
tell her to hang up

and then the phone went dead.

What makes you sure
it's a kidnapper?

Of course
it's a kidnapper.

You read about them doing it
over here every day,

and you sit there
doing nothing!

It is a classic case.
Look, I know.

I did all this
in one of my movies.

This is
life imitating art.

We've just received word
from the Italian police

that your daughter
was aboard a train

when it stopped across
the border in Italy.

The telephone company shows
that she called Paris.

To me! God!

They apparently got off the
train in a hurry at this point,

leaving behind a coat
with 18,000 francs.

The ransom money!

Natalie, there hasn't
been any ransom money.

Nobody's contacted us.

Your daughter
was traveling

with two other people.

One is named Michon,
but we have no record on him.

Daniel! God!

They've got them
both!

- What?
- Michon.

That's
Daniel's last name.

Oh, my god!
That filthy French boy!

Not that the French
are filthy.

It's just that this
particular French boy...is.

The man who's with them
is another matter.

Julius Edmond Santorin.

He has a long
criminal record.

People think that
Romeo and Juliet

were the product of
Shakespeare's imagination,

but it's not so.
It's not so at all.

As a matter of fact,

Romeo and Juliet were born
right here in Verona.

- I don't believe this.
- You don't?

Oh, excuse me,
I didn't mean to--

Janet, how many shrimp
did you have?

Oh, uh, four, um...
No, five. Five.

That's right.
That's what I had.

See that guy over there,
at the next table? That Italian?

He has seven.

Don't tell me they don't
see Americans coming.

Romeo and Juliet came
from right here in Verona.

Tomorrow we can see
Juliet's tomb and balcony.

My wallet!

My wallet's
been stolen!

It's gone!
My wallet's gone!

- Are you sure?
- Of course I'm sure!

I put it right in this pocket

when I cashed a traveler's
check at the desk!

That's right,
I saw you.

Yes, you did.

How much did he get?

Oh, I don't know.

Must've been a couple
hundred dollars,

whatever the hell
that is in lira.

Damn country! It's just
one thing after another.

Luckily, I let Janet
take my credit cards

and my traveler's checks.

You've both been
so very kind

to the children
and to me.

Let me pay for it.

I would really
feel it an honor.

That's really
very nice.

I mean, it's
so embarrassing.

Oh, it's not
embarrassing at all.

Grazie.

And if you please,

here is just a
little contribution

towards
the gasoline.

Oh, that's very--no.

Thank you so much.

Thank you very much.

Otherwise,
we couldn't go on.

What's money?

Yes, thank you.

Hello!

Good morning!

Good morning.
How are you?

I'm fine.

Avanti!

Buon giorno.

Good morning, sir.

Oh, ho ho ho!

Uh, where are, uh,
Romeo e Julieta?

Romeo and Julieta?

Ah! The little
boy and girl.

They couldn't wait.

They got up early
and went sightseeing.

Ah.

Eh, grazie. Mille?

Grazie.

Ah?

Darling, what are you
looking for?

The grand canal.

Janet, the grand canal
is in Venice.

I know.

We're in Verona.

I know we're in Verona.

I left the Verona guide
in Padua.

What do you want
to see in Verona?

A hairdresser.

Janet, you just had
your hair done yesterday.

Look at it.

Yeah, all right.
I guess you're right.

You go look for
a hairdresser.

I'll go look for a good
cup of coffee.

Janet, look.

No, no, don't look.

Over your
left shoulder.

That man reading
the Italian newspaper there.

Isn't that that little
girl with us--Loretta?

- Lauren.
- Lauren, yes.

What's she doing
in a foreign newspaper?

Well, read it.

What does it say?

Dove.

That's it?

You speak the language.
What does it mean?

Bird. Peace.

It doesn't mean
bird or peace.

Wrong. "Where."

What?

Not what, where. They want
to know where she is.

She's right up here,
isn't she?

I don't know.

- Let's get a paper.
- Waiter!

I still can't believe
we've actually seen it.

I mean, the real
Juliet's balcony.

Fantastic, huh?

Fantastique.

Why didn't you
tell me?

Tell you what?

About this!

You lied to me.

You weren't
going to Venice

to see your poor,
sick mother.

You were running away,
both of you,

and you have made me
a kidnapper!

I'm sorry, Julius.

We'll explain
everything to them.

They won't listen to you.
Don't you understand?

They...

They'll put me away.

Put you away?
What for?

Because I'm...

I'm...

I can explain.

If we don't get
out of here fast,

we're going to be
explaining to the cops.

Come on.

They'll be watching
the station,

checking cars.

You're right.

Daniel!

Daniel!

Daniel!

We've got
to go back.

He'll never
catch up.

All right.

Where is he?

You didn't
have to try to win.

All we had to do
was get out of town.

Good idea.
Let's get these off.

Yes.

I never did like
wearing a number

when I didn't
have to.

So...what kind
of crook are you?

Burglar?

Arsonist?

Embezzler?

A pickpocket.

English--

language
totally lacking

in imagination
or subtlety,

but yes, I am
a pickpocket.

I'm sorry,
Lauren.

The money to pay
for dinner last night?

I had to get you
to Venice.

How else was I
to pay for the food

and the rooms
and the bicycles?

Oh, Julius.

It gets worse.

That day
at the races--

I don't want
to hear.

Well, I do.
Go on.

The horse you picked
for the last race lost.

Yes, but the horse
you picked won.

Thank you
for thinking that,

but if I could
pick horses,

I wouldn't have
to pick pockets.

You stole
all that money.

Yes.

20,000 francs?

A good day.

Your hunch wasn't
better than my system.

Why did
you do it?

Because I had to
get you to Venice

to see your poor,
sick mother.

Are any of us
so blameless?

What will we do now?

Venice is out
of the question.

They know we were
heading there.

It will be alive
with police.

Well, at least
we got to Verona.

Almost as good
as Venice.

After all, Verona
was good enough

for Romeo and Juliet.

True, it didn't turn out
so good for them, but...

I haven't told
you something.

What?

I have to go back.

We always knew we'd get
caught sooner or later.

No. I mean back...

To the united
states...

In two weeks.

For vacation?

For good.

That's why I wanted
to go to Venice.

Not just to run away...

But so we could kiss
under the bridge of sighs

at sunset when
the bells tolled...

The way the Brownings did...

And then we could love
each other forever.

Why didn't you
tell me?

'Cause I was afraid
you'd think it was dumb,

and it was.

It was all a bunch
of lies, wasn't it?

All of it.
You never lived

at the Brownings'
villa, did you?

No.

And Emilienne,

she was a lie, too,
wasn't she?

Well, there...

Was an Emma...

I loved very much.

But...she was young
and couldn't wait

for me to finish
my term in prison,

but no. There was
no Emilienne.

She was a fantasy.

She was a lie!

She was an attempt

to bring a little
romance into my life.

That's pretty sad.

Any sadder than sitting
in a darkened theater

pretending you are
Robert Redford

performing
heroic deeds?

What am I
supposed to do?

Strap on my gun and
shoot it out with the bad guys?

No, but I might take
the girl I love to Venice

and kiss her under
the bridge of sighs.

Why? That legend

is just another one
of your damn lies.

You could
make it true.

What are legends anyway,
but stories

about ordinary people
doing extraordinary things.

Of course, it takes
courage and imagination.

Not everybody
has that.

I may be an old fraud,

Daniel,
but I do know this.

Something that two
people who are in love

create together
against impossible odds

can hold them
together...

Forever.

Where are you going?

Venice.

Who else wants to come?

Police are police...

In Venice or Verona.

I hope they don't
expect us to do this

in here with
all the criminals.

Bonjour,
Madame King.

Oh, bonjour.

Monsieur Marco,
Monsieur King.

This is Mr. Michon,
Daniel's father.

Would you please
come in?

We have just received word
that your daughter,

Daniel, and Julius Santorin
were seen in Verona.

Are they
still there?

We don't think so.

There was some sort
of local athletic event

and we believe they used it to
slip past the local authorities.

Jesus. You know, I could do a
better job of finding these kids

than you guys are doing.

You're always free
to try, monsieur.

Perhaps you could win yourself
another merit badge.

Inspector,

do you have any idea what
we're going through?

The thought of Lauren
with that old pervert--

He isn't a pervert, Kay.

Inspector leclerc told us, he
has a record as a pickpocket,

not a kidnapper
or molester.

You want to know
what I think?

I think she ran away
with Daniel.

Ran away? Richard.

If they ran away,

why is the old guy
with them?

I don't know.

Why would she
run away, Richard?

Mr. King, they
were spotted again.

I'm flying to Venice at noon
to coordinate things

at their end. Would you
care to go with me?

Yes, I would.
Thank you.

There's an air France flight
at 12:15 departing from Orly.

I'll meet you there after
I take Mrs. King home.

Richard, I want to
come with you.

Well, someone has to
stay here in case she calls.

Hmm?

Kay, listen.

It is a good idea--

- George?
- Yeah?

If you don't mind.

I don't think
we're going to need

to see any more
of you from now on.

I think that's up
to Kay, don't you?

I'd say it's up
to Kay and me.

I've been standing
around too long

watching this
go on between you,

being too civilized
to fight for her.

Maybe if I'd let her know
how much I care about her,

she wouldn't have
had to find you.

Listen, Kay, you don't
have to listen to this.

Oh, yes, she does.

You're forgetting
something.

I've been
in your shoes.

I'm her third
husband.

I took her away from
somebody myself.

George, you came along

when Kay needed a little
excitement in her life,

but I don't think
it would last between you.

Because I think all
you're really interested in

is seeing if you can
take her away from me.

Well, you can't.

Uh, Richard...

He's been nice enough
to offer us a ride, Kay.

Get in.

Wait a minute.
Don't you think

you're being just a
little high-handed?

I'm sure you can find
your own way home.

The basilica of San Marco

was built
between 1063 and 1073.

The five great domes
were added

during the 13th century,

and after the sack
of Constantinople in 1204

by the Venetians,

uh, byzantine artists
were brought in

to transform this basilica

into the treasure
that we are about to see.

Yes, ma'am?

How much
did it cost?

Well, that's
hard to say,

but in today's terms,
I would say

several hundred
of millions of dollars.

Boy, for that kind of money,

you'd think they could
afford to get it cleaned.

Well, I wouldn't
know that.

Uh, will you please
follow me now?

You notice this end
is sinking?

Much more.
I wonder why.

Well, maybe because
that end is rising.

How long
are we staying?

And here is good evidence
that Venice continues

to sink
on its own foundation.

You can see the water marks
here from the flood of 1966.

It flooded the whole floor
of the basilica

and filled the crypt up
to the ceiling.

Now, rough seas
and high tides

remain a present
and precient danger

to the preservation
of San Marco

as well as all the banks.

Solutions are being sought.
Some experts' opinions...

And now if you wish
to follow me,

we shall begin the visit
of the basilica

from this altar.

It was dedicated
to the Madonna

and finished in 1617.

Above the altar,

you can admire the Madonna
of Nicopeia,

a renowned
and highly venerated icon

which was brought here
from Constantinople in 1204.

There are more than
40 iconographies

of the virgin
in St. Mark's.

She welcomes you

when you cross
the threshold of St. Peter's

and the chapels
of St. clement.

And she is repeatedly
portrayed in the mosaics...

My god.

Do you wish to confess,
my daughter?

B-Bob!

Bob.

Bob!

Bob.

Bob. Bob.

Bob. Bob! Bob!

Quick. Come on.

I'm so tired.

You can rest later.
Come on, quickly.

Daniel.

I can't go
any further.

Yes, you can.
Come on.

Gondola! Hello!

Gondola.

Hey, maybe we should--

What?

Take that gondola and head
for the bridge of sighs now.

It's too early.
The legend says sunset.

- What legend?
- Our legend!

It's going to be sunset

when the bells toll
or not at all.

Now, come on. Julius.

Wait, wait, wait.

The police
are there.

We'll go in there.

No. Not this one.

Why not?

I'd rather be captured than
sit through that again.

- That one.
- Yes.

Here. Here.

Take these and, uh,
take the money.

But what about you?

I will come back
here around 7:00,

give you plenty of time

to reach your bridge
of sighs by sunset.

What about you?

The three of us together
are too easy to spot.

OK. See you later.

Au revoir.

Gentlemen,

I believe you are
looking for me.

I am Julius
Edmond Santorin.

You're going
to see him.

Who?

Redford.

Suppose the police
come in here.

Don't worry.
I'm watching for them.

The one with the blue eyes,

that's Paul Newman,
right?

Very good.

Now, again.

What did you do
with the children?

I can't tell you
that. Not yet.

When, then?

What time is
the sunset tonight?

Sunset?

Yeah. What time?

About, uh, 7:30.

Can you hear the bells

of the campanile
from here?

Of course.

Until they toll...

I won't tell you...

A thing.

Wake up, wake up.
We're late.

We'll never make it.

We'll make it.
Don't worry.

Wait, wait.

This is the best part.

Where's Julius?

I don't know,

but we can't
wait for him.

We've got to find
a gondola. Come on.

We want a gondola.

Gondola, gondola.

Bridge of sighs,
and step on it.

15,000 lira
in advance.

We've only got 12.

12,000. Take it
or leave it.

No. 15.

Go to hell.

You go. You go.

What are you doing?

My father's
a cab driver.

I know how to deal
with these bastards.

All right, come on.
I take you.

But I won't sing.

Thank god for that.

Avanti.

Inspector Barloni.

Inspector Leclerc
de la Sureté.

Nice to meet you.

This is Mr. King,
Lauren's father.

Monsieur King...

May I present myself?

I'm Julius
Edmond Santorin.

Mr. Santorin.

Your daughter...

Is a very lovely girl.

Where is she?

I'm sorry
they hit you.

I'd like to talk
to Mr. Santorin privately,

if I may?

I assure you,
Monsieur King...

Your daughter...

Is safe...

And well.

What are you doing?

There is the bridge.

You've seen it,
now get out.

You've got to take us
under it.

No. This is
as far as I go

for 12,000 lira.

Damn it.
It's just down there.

No.

I don't understand.

If you assure me
that she's safe and well,

why can't you tell me
where she is?

Where is Lauren?

At this moment,

she is in a gondola

going under
the bridge of sighs.

What for?

A kiss.

Michelle, darling,
I'll take that.

You get the large bag
upstairs in the bedroom.

Uh, Michelle!

Would you get my brown
leather bag--gloves?

Upstairs in the
bureau, all right?

Oh, my god!

Get in the car, Kay.

But you see who's there?

Get in the car.

Go ahead.

Thanks.

Nice car.

We have a lot
of luggage.

The furniture's going
to be sent on later.

This is my address
in Houston.

I'll write every day.

Well, probably
not every day.

I don't want you
getting sick of me.

It may be a while

before we see
each other again.

I know.

By then, we'll be
like everybody else.

We'll lose our lead.

I'll come to Paris with
a bunch of college friends.

No. I don't want you to
be like everybody else.

I don't want to be
like everybody else.

We're not now, and
I hope we never will be.

We are different...

And I'm glad.

Lauren.

We will be
exceptionally gifted

and remain true
to each other.

We'll remember
every detail,

everything that's
happened since we met...

OK?

Call me bogie.

I forgot what I said.

You said, "why?"

And I said...

Because
they belong together.