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Tell me, how did a nice girl like you
get into a racket like this?

Actually, I was studying
at the Paris Conservatoire.

I was going to be a concert pianist.
Chopin and Debussy, like that.

Then, the night of my first recital,
the piano cover fell on my hand.

Three broken fingers and a broken dream.

After that,
I didn't care what happened to me

as long as I could feed myself
and my little dog.

Thank you.

Do you mind if I ask you
a personal question?

You mean, why does a girl like me
have to do this for a living?

Actually, I'm Belgian.

My parents were missionaries
in the Congo.

- I don't want to talk about that.
- I understand.

So now there's just me and my sister.
She's in the hospital.

She needs three transfusions a day.

Do you know how much
a pint of blood costs these days?

Thank you.

Sorry, pooch. What's his name?

Her name. Coquette.

And what's yours?

Irma. They call me Irma la Douce.

That means Irma the sweet.
I don't know why.

I know why!

- How much is that in dollars?
- $5.

Actually, I don't even know my real name.

I was brought up
in an orphanage near Cherbourg.

It was destroyed on D-day.

I've been sending money every week
to help rebuild it.

I've already paid for a whole wing.

That's all I have on me, ma'am.

Actually,
it was bombed by the 8th Air Force.

Not that I blame you Americans.

But if you could see those poor orphans
sleeping on the floor, the rain coming in.

There are no beds yet, and no roof.

Do y'all take traveler's checks?

This, then, is the story of Irma la Douce.

A story of passion,
bloodshed, desire, and death.

Everything, in fact,
that makes life worth living.

The place is Paris. The time is 5:00 a.m.

You may have read in travel folders
that Paris is a city that never sleeps.

Don't you believe it.

At this time of the day,
there is nothing doing

unless you're working
for the department of sanitation.

If you want a nightcap at Maxim's,
it's too late.

It's been closed for hours.

If you want to jump off the Eiffel Tower,
it's too early.

It won't be open for hours.

So, if you're looking for a little action,
forget the high-rent district.

You'd better come to our neighborhood.

This is Les Halles,
the wholesale food market.

We call it "the stomach of Paris."

You can keep your Champs-Elysées
and your palace in Versailles.

This is the place for me.

Brawling, vulgar, smelly, but alive.

Beef from Charolais. Pork from Perigord.

Lamb from Brittany. Veal from Normandy.

Brains and kidneys and tripe.

Pigs' feet and calves' heads
waiting for sauce vinaigrette.

Salmon from the Loire.
Sole from the Channel.

Lobsters from Corsica.

Oysters from Dieppe.
Sardines from Lorient.

Asparagus from Argenteuil.
Oranges from Valencia.

Melons from Cavaillon.
Cabbage from Aubervilliers.

But man does not live by cabbage alone.

And if that's what
you're in the market for

just step around the corner
into the rue Casanova.

This is where the girls are,
or as we say, the poules.

You have your choice of Kiki the Cossack,

Amazon Annie, Lolita,
Suzette Wong, Mimi the MauMau,

and then, of course, there's Irma la Douce.

She was born right here in Les Halles
in a truck behind the fish market.

Like all the other poules, she takes her
coffee break in a bistro across the street.

This is the owner.
He is known as "Moustache."

According to the police records

he is a Romanian chicken thief
named Constantinescu.

When he bought this place,
it was already called "Chez Moustache."

Naturally, it was cheaper to grow
a moustache than to buy a new sign.

Sometimes at dawn, the rich slummers
drop in for a bowl of onion soup,

but mostly the clientele
consists of the poules and their mecs.

You know what a mec is.
How do you say it in English?

A protector? A consort?

A business manager.

Well, stick around. You'll get the idea.

How are we doing?

Not bad.

Mostly tips.
I had some real pigeons tonight.

Sometimes I wish you were twins.

Thanks.

What's that?

What's what? Oh, that.

The last one had no more money,
so he gave me a traveler's check.

- Is that nice, Irma, holding out on me?
- It's only $10.

And you weren't going to tell me about it?

I was going to put it down as a deposit
on a hair dryer.

A hair dryer? We're partners, Irma!

- You wouldn't want to cheat me.
- Let go.

- There's such a thing as ethics, you know.
- You're hurting me, you big ox!

If you don't like the way I treat you,
why don't you get yourself another guy?

- I will, one of these days.
- Why wait? Why don't you leave me now?

I'd take her anytime.

You would?

- It was just a joke, Hippolyte.
- A joke?

So how come nobody's laughing?

Go back to work.

Ox!

And so it was one big
happy family around here.

The mecs, the poules, and the flics,

or as you would say, the cops.

Your statesmen and politicians
keep talking about peaceful coexistence,

but here in our milieu,
we really practice it.

The attitude of the police
is "live and let live"

and some of them make
a pretty good living at it.

Every other Friday
the flics would raid the rue Casanova.

Just for the record, a few poules
would be hauled to the station.

They'd pay a small fine

and 24 hours later,
they'd be back on the street.

It was a nice, friendly,
civilized arrangement.

Everybody looked the other way.
Everybody kept his mouth shut.

Nobody got hurt

except maybe an occasional fly.

And then one day, disaster.

An honest policeman came on the beat.

Coquette. Come here, Coquette.

You naughty girl!

Pardon me, mademoiselle.
Do you have a license?

A license? No.

That's a violation of Ordinance Number 56.

- Usually they let us get away with it.
- Not me.

And, according to the law,
you're supposed to keep it on a leash.

On a leash?

Of course. I'll remember that.

Just a moment.

What are all you girls doing around here
at this hour of the morning?

I don't know about them.
I'm just walking my dog.

- I see.
- I have to take her out all the time.

- She has kidney stones.
- It's a shame.

Look, if you don't mind my saying so...

I'm sorry.

You know, I've never seen a girl
in green stockings before.

It matches the ribbon and my underwear.

Green underwear?

Say, are you new around here?

- It's my first day.
- I thought so.

I've been on the force for six months.

I was stationed at the Bois de Boulogne
by the lake where the children play.

- That's how I got this medal.
- What, for keeping kids off the grass?

No. I saved a boy from drowning,
mouth-to-mouth respiration.

So they thought I was ready
for bigger things and transferred me here.

- You're going to like it here.
- I'm not so sure.

You know, if I were you,
I'd exercise that dog somewhere else.

Why?

Those girls over there,
something tells me they're streetwalkers.

- No!
- Yes! I can spot them six blocks away.

Hey, Irma, I just got off work,
so I thought if you're not busy...

I beg your pardon!

- Irma it's me, André, wholesale artichokes.
- I don't need any.

What's the matter?
Want me to go to Kiki the Cossack?

- Is this man annoying you?
- No. It's all right.

Not now. Come back later.

Later? I've only got a half-hour.

Look, Officer,
there's a truck double-parked there.

- Why don't you do your duty?
- Maybe I will.

- He takes his work seriously.
- I try.

- See you again sometime.
- I wouldn't be surprised.

- What will it be, Officer? Cognac?
- No. I never drink when I'm on duty.

Matter of fact,
I never drink when I'm off duty.

Give me just a little glass of Vichy water.

Looking for something, Officer?

What do you know about that hotel?

- Casanova slept there in 1763.
- I'm not talking about 1763.

Since I've been here,
four couples walked in there.

Monday is always a slow night.

Just between us, would you have even
a vague idea what they're doing in there?

I have a very definite idea.
They're making love.

- That's illegal!
- Shows you the kind of world we live in.

Love is illegal, but not hate.

That you can do anywhere,
anytime, to anybody.

But if you want
a little warmth and tenderness

a shoulder to cry on,
a smile to cuddle up with

you have to hide in dark corners
like a criminal!

I wouldn't call that love.

Spoken like a petit bourgeois.

It's flagrant vice! It must be stamped out!

My dear boy,
your thinking is not only fuzzy,

it's economically unsound,
and I know what I'm talking about.

I used to be professor of Economics
at the Sorbonne.

- A professor?
- For six years, but that's another story.

So you should agree that decent citizens
have a right to be protected from this!

Let's take a decent citizen,

married for 20 years,
works hard all day selling baby carriages.

In the evening, he wants a little fun.
A little companionship.

So he comes to rue Casanova.
He meets a girl.

She gives him some companionship.
He gives her some money.

The girl gives the money to her boyfriend

who spends it on drinks,
on cufflinks, at the racetrack.

Sometimes,
he even pays a little money to a policeman.

- Bribe a policeman?
- That's the beauty of it!

The policeman takes the money and buys
a baby carriage from the decent citizen.

Thusly, money is kept in circulation.
Everybody's prosperous and happy.

- I don't believe it!
- It's elementary.

I don't believe
there are policemen who take money.

Not all policemen take money.

Some of the higher-ups have a more
intimate arrangement with the girls.

There's one policeman around here
who isn't corrupt!

Would you know the number
of the police station?

Central 5288.

But I wouldn't be
so impetuous if I were you.

Have your Vichy.

Desk Sergeant, this is Officer Patou.

I want a police van sent immediately
to the Hotel Casanova.

Violation of Section 34
of the Criminal Code.

Not "Littering the Sidewalks."
That's Section 43.

This is "Lewd and Immoral Conduct."

There goes another couple!
I'm gonna raid the place.

You're asking for trouble, my young friend.

To be overly honest in a dishonest world
is like plucking a chicken against the wind.

You'll only wind up with
a mouthful of feathers.

Don't worry, old man.
I know what I'm doing.

Do you have a fire alarm here?

Yes!

It's right over there.
Yes, Officer. It's in perfect working order.

Where is the fire?

Right here.

That's hot! God, that's...

No, doggy, don't.

You're under arrest.

All right, everybody! The party's over!

Girls on this side. Men over here.

- What is this?
- A raid!

On a Monday?
It's supposed to be every other Friday.

- Can I go back up and get my stockings?
- No. Come on.

You ought to pay me half.
It wasn't my fault!

I don't know what she's talking about.
I'm a salesman. I was unpacking samples.

Come on.

Over.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself,
scaring a poor little dog like that.

They ought to take the dog away from you.
You're not a fit mother.

Quiet! Quiet!

I'll let you men go.
We'll need you later as witnesses.

- Name?
- Jack Casanova.

- What's yours?
- André Casanova.

- I suppose you're Pierre Casanova.
- No. I'm General Lafayette.

Retired.

All right, let's start all over again.

- And what's your name?
- I'm Officer Nestor...

Just a moment.
Who's doing the investigating here?

This is an outrage.
I'll see that you lose your job.

- Shut up.
- Do you know who you're talking to?

Trying to bribe an officer?

Back! Everybody back!

Okay, ladies, let's go. Come on!

- In we go.
- Not so rough!

Come on. Up. Up!

- Watch that baton!
- Come on. Up!

- Don't handle the merchandise!
- In you get.

Take it easy!

Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Come on.

Here we go. Let's go.

Here we go. Just a minute.

- No smoking in a police van.
- Just who do you think you are, De Gaulle?

Inside. Come on.

What do they expect us to do now?
Collect unemployment insurance?

It's that new flic.

One of these days, I'm going to catch him
out of uniform and then...

Up, up, up. Let's go.

- Who does this belong to?
- Not me.

Officer, would you zip my dress up?

Will you hold this, please?

Hey!

Say, Officer, do you really have to
take us to the station?

The last time we were arrested,
we drove right on to Deauville.

What a weekend.
Eighteen girls and three policemen.

And they weren't nearly as cute as you are.

- Wouldn't you like to have a harem?
- We'll make you feel like a king.

King Farouk.

Look! He's blushing!

I guess he's too young.

Maybe if we put a moustache on him,
he'd look older!

All right. All right!

One false move out of any one of you,
I'm gonna let you have it!

That's enough, girls! Leave him alone!

- He can take care of himself.
- No, he can't.

You know what he was doing before?
Policing a children's playground.

"Now, now, kids, stay out of the bushes."

"Don't take candy from strangers."

"And no playing doctor."

"Little birdie, pretty little birdie

"Little birdie, fly away with me

"We will build a little nest

"We will build a little nest

- "Get the best
- "Get the best

- "In my nest
- "In my nest

"Little blue jay..."

Come on, get down.

Stop it!

Everybody!

Come on.

Here, you dropped this.

Thanks. You seem to be
the only nice one in the bunch.

- They were just pulling your leg.
- And it almost came off.

- Sorry I have to put you in jail.
- I don't mind. I can use a little rest.

Officer Nestor Patou checking in
16 females suspected of lewd vagrancy.

- And one poodle.
- How many? 16?

Yes, Sergeant. Monday's always slow,
but I'll do better next time.

- You will?
- Definitely.

Hello.

About the little one, don't worry,
we'll feed her around here.

Thank you, but not the horse meat
you give the police dogs.

- She's got kidney stones, remember.
- Patou.

The inspector wants to see you.

The inspector, did you hear that?

- The inspector wants to see me.
- Maybe they'll give you another medal.

Do you think so? Not on my first day.

In there!

Come in!

Officer Patou reporting.
You sent for me, sir.

- So you're the new man in our outfit.
- Yes, sir.

I've been wondering what you looked like.

- You've seen me before.
- I have?

Don't you remember,
at the Hotel Casanova?

What was I doing at the Hotel Casanova?

- I don't know, but I was raiding the place.
- You were?

- Who authorized the raid?
- I was using my own judgment, sir.

It was obvious. A violation of Section 34.

I'm sure we can get a conviction
with you as a witness.

And look at your uniform! It's disgraceful!

There were 16 of them in the van,
and they were resisting arrest, sir.

And I was resisting, too.

I didn't lose my head, just my gun,
but I got it back.

Take off your cap
when talking to your superior!

Yes, sir.

Cheri.

You ought to get out of those wet clothes.

I'll help you.

Look who's here.

"Little birdie, pretty little birdie

"Little birdie, fly away with me"

A glass of Vichy, right?

Cognac, please, to get the taste of feathers
out of my mouth.

"Little birdie pretty little birdie

"Little birdie, fly away with me"

You off duty?

Permanently.

- I've been bounced from the police force.
- You don't say.

They had the goods on me:
insubordination, accepting bribes

and a button missing from my uniform,
so they took away my medal!

Threw me out of the barracks.

Reminds me of when I was
drummed out of the army.

Marrakesh.
I was a colonel in the Foreign Legion.

Was that before or after
you were a professor of Economics?

No. In between, I was a croupier
in Monte Carlo, but that's another story.

One more.

So what's your next move?

I've been looking for a job.
I applied to all the bureaux.

Customs inspection,
post office, sanitation department.

Once you've been
dishonorably discharged

they won't even let you clean the sewers.

I hate to see a young man like you
take a defeatist attitude.

The world is full of opportunities.

Just look around.

There's One-Armed Jojo.

Used to be a safecracker,

until he put a little too much
nitroglycerin in the vault.

And that's Casablanca Charlie.

Five years ago,
he walked in with holes in his shoes

and a pocketful of dirty postcards.

Or take Hippolyte the Ox.

Used to be a purse-snatcher
around the market.

They all started at the bottom

but they had perseverance
and drive and vision.

Now they've got it made.

They're retired.

They let their girls work for them.

I'm afraid I wasn't cut out
for a life of crime.

There you go, selling yourself short.

Maybe I could snatch a purse
or crack a small safe

but to sit around in a striped suit
while some girl in the street...

- Never!
- You're being petit bourgeois again.

Life is total war, my friend.

Nobody has the right
to be a conscientious objector.

- Cigarettes.
- Pack of Gitanes, coming up.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Nasty night, isn't it?

It never fails. Wouldn't you know,
just this afternoon I gave her a permanent.

- Put them on my bill.
- Can I buy you a cheap drink?

Why not?

- Can you afford a peppermint tea?
- Certainly.

One peppermint tea, coming up.

Here we are again.

Again? Have we been together before?

I guess you don't recognize me
out of uniform.

Uniform? Oh, about a month ago.

You're that sailor with
Brigitte Bardot tattooed on your chest?

No. It was just this morning.
I arrested you.

Of course.

I'm sorry. I never remember a face.

How long did they keep you
in the police station?

- About an hour.
- I was out much faster than that.

- Sugar?
- Thanks.

Say, that hotel.
Tell me, what are the rates?

- Why?
- I'm looking for a room.

They charge by the hour.
Nobody can afford to live there.

Besides,
they don't take anybody with luggage.

Irma!

Let's have it.

Is that all?

It's the weather.
Nothing's happening out there.

- Get out and make it happen.
- You mind if I dry off first?

On your way.
I haven't won a hand all evening.

When I walked a beat on a night like this

I'd wear two pairs of wool socks.
You should try it.

- How about long underwear?
- By all means.

Also, I used to put an old newspaper
inside my coat to keep my chest warm.

Look, mister,
I'm in a very competitive business.

You have one advantage. At least you
get indoors and off your feet occasionally.

- I'm sorry.
- Forget it.

You really ought to cut down on it.
I mean, one after another!

- Mind your own business.
- You want to smoke yourself to death...

I've met guys asking me
to do a lot of crazy things

but not to give up smoking.

I don't mean to get personal,
it's just that I like you.

When I was living in Dijon,
there was a girl that I loved...

And I remind you of her.

Actually, you don't look anything like her.

But she was a heavy smoker,
60 cigarettes a day.

Coughing all the time.

What are you hanging around for?
I said out!

Please, you're interrupting.

All right, all right. We were just talking.

About smoking.

Talk on your own time,
not during working hours.

I would strongly advise you
to let go of the lady.

- It's you.
- I'll give you exactly five seconds.

One, two, three, four, five.

That's better.

Outside.

And don't come back with any excuses.
I need 100 francs.

Watch it. This is a new hat.

Had enough?

Now I'm mad.

Now I am really mad,
and when I get mad, I'm like a tiger!

Do you hear that, boys? He's a tiger.

Girls! A fight!

All right.

Who's next?

Cognac.

- Care for another peppermint tea?
- No, thank you.

Put everything on my bill.

Shall we go?

We might as well.

I'm getting bored with this place.

Where are we going?

- To my apartment.
- I thought you lived in the hotel.

That's my business address.

Come on. You're getting wet.

Don't expect too much
when we get up there.

Not at all.

- I have no rugs, no icebox.
- As long as you have an empty couch.

No couch.

I also have to get curtains.

You see, they're working across the street
repairing the roof, and I sleep in the nude.

It's about time they started fixing up...
You mean you don't wear anything?

Nothing but a sleeping mask.

That's all right, then, because the workmen
wouldn't recognize you anyway.

You know what I've got?
An electric blanket.

You do?

It was a present from somebody
with the American Embassy.

That must be nice,
an electric blanket on a night like this.

Only it doesn't work.

They've got a different kind
of electricity there.

- AC or DC or something.
- That's too bad.

Don't worry. You won't be cold.

I'm not worried.

It's very attractive. It has atmosphere.

It used to be a studio.
A painter once lived here.

Poor guy, he was starving.
Tried everything, even cut his ear off.

- Van Gogh?
- No. I think his name was Schwartz.

Would you believe it? I'm an artist myself.

I believe it.

See this bed?

Yes.

I painted it.

Very good job.

It looked just awful
when I found it at the flea market.

Can I borrow a newspaper?

You want to read?

No, of course not.

Can I take your stockings off?

Sure. Go ahead.

You really are shy, aren't you?

Me? Shy?

Not particularly.
It's just the kind of world we live in.

What I mean is, if you hate somebody,
you can do that anytime, anyplace.

But if you like somebody,
you've got to hide in dark corners.

You know, I'm sort of glad
about that girl in Dijon with the cough.

You are?

Because, frankly, in the police van,
I thought that you'd never in your life...

She wasn't the only girl.

I've had more than one girl.

How many?

Altogether?

Let me see...

Three?

Not as many as that.

What's your name?

Nestor. Nestor Patou.

Don't take all night, Nestor Patou.

I won't.

Didn't you say you had a sleeping mask?

You're really something.

What's going on? What are you doing?

Irma!

Irma!

Irma!

Irma!

Irma!

Irma.

Where are you, Irma?

Where are you, Irma?

What are you doing way over there?

It's 4:00 in the afternoon.

Come back.

What's gotten into you?

I don't know.
I guess I've become an addict.

Irma!

- What do you want?
- I want to talk to you.

You go to hell!

I'm coming up to get my clothes.

Just a minute.

Who is it? That big ox again?

Look, if you two have something
personal to discuss...

Just stay right where you are.

Catch.

What about my suits and my silk shirts
and my jewelry?

This is what you came with,
and this is what you're leaving with.

Why, you little...

You're lucky I don't
take back that gold tooth.

I'm going to come up there
and break your arm!

You are?

Tiger.

Come on out, Tiger.

You want my friend here
to beat you up again?

You'll be hearing from me.

And stay away!

- You could beat him up again, right?
- Naturally.

It's just that I don't like to
pick on anybody who isn't my size.

How'd you get mixed up
with a character like that anyway?

You should have seen the one I had before.

He was not only mean,
he used to run around with other women

and on my money.

Why do you have to have anybody at all?

Everybody needs somebody,
like Coquette needs me.

Who wants to be a stray dog?

You've got to belong to someone,
even if he kicks you once in a while.

Don't you have any family?

No. My mother was
a very successful woman.

She used to have the same spot
outside the hotel that I do.

Then one day, she met a guy,
fell in love with him and quit.

That's very romantic.

Romantic? It's stupid.

Gave up her career. For what?

Some slob from the market.

Dragged around those heavy sides of beef
till he dropped dead.

Then it was too late
for Mama to make a comeback.

She wound up
as a cashier in the fish market.

Only smart thing she ever did
was not marry my father.

You mean, you're not,

legitimate?

That's right.

You'd think, with a background like that,
I'd have turned out no good.

I know you're doing very well,
but a girl like you...

There's other kinds of jobs.

This isn't just a job! It's a profession.

Of course.

Somebody has to do these things,
but in your case...

- Now that I know you better...
- I get that all the time.

A man I met the other night
thought I was too good for this.

You know what he does for a living?
He's a mortician! Now, I ask you.

- Ask me what?
- Why is it nine out of ten try to reform me?

You're not one of those, are you?

Who, me? No.

I used to be one of those...

...petit bourgeois, but that was yesterday.

I know better now.

I don't think she cares for me.

You two better make friends
if you're to live here.

We'd better... Live here?

Why? Don't you like the idea?

Sure, I like the idea.
It's just that I had no idea.

- Is this all you've got?
- Just my old uniform and my toilet kit.

Try one of those suits in the closet.

Go ahead.

Let's see how you look
in the brown one with the pinstripes.

He hardly ever wore it.

Said it was too conservative.

- I'm afraid the sleeves may be a little...
- Don't worry about that.

There's a brown derby that goes with it.

- What are the glasses for?
- The races.

They look very powerful.

Whoops.

- What's the matter?
- Wrong end.

- You want me to turn around?
- No. I mean the glasses.

I'll bet nobody ever
saw you like this before.

- You'd lose.
- Through field glasses?

No bet.

When I first met you, I thought
you were pretty. I was totally wrong.

You're beautiful.

You're out of your mind or out of focus.

Without makeup,
you look about 14 years old.

I wore makeup when I was 14
so I could pass for 17.

- Then by the time I was 17...
- Never mind.

I don't want to hear about it.

This coat looks ridiculous.

Have it fixed.
Just take it in to Maurice the tailor.

- All right, but I won't wear the hat.
- But you have to.

It all goes together,
the suit, the hat the glasses.

For when you go to the racetrack.

The racetrack?
Who's got time for the racetrack?

- I've got to get myself a job.
- What do you mean, a job?

I'm sure I can find something
around the market.

Unloading trucks, cleaning the stalls...

What's the matter?

Did I say something wrong?

You're trying to make me feel cheap.

Cheap?

How would it look if I let you go to work?

Do you want the other girls
to think I can't support my man?

Irma.

I want you to be better dressed
than anybody else.

I want you to have more money
in your pockets.

I want to be proud of you.

But, Irma, you don't understand.
I never felt like this about anybody.

That's why I'll work twice as hard for you

as I ever did for any of the others.

Your turn.

Tiger.

I don't feel like playing anymore.
Get somebody else.

Give me a drink.

Cognac, Pernod, Calvados?

Yeah, and in that order.

Why don't you shut that damn jukebox off?

Problem? You're sitting pretty
with a gold mine working for you.

Shut yourself off, too.

I'm looking for Irma, with
the green stockings and the bow-wow...

She's not here. Go away.

I've been away. Tangiers, Naples, Cairo.

I've met up with a lot of dames,
but there's nothing like that Irma.

Get out of here.

- What is this?
- I know about you.

You're the one with Brigitte Bardot
tattooed on your chest!

You crazy?

- She must know two sailors.
- That's a hell of a way to treat a customer.

I can't take it.
I'm so jealous, I'm losing my mind.

You must be.
A mec falling in love with his poule.

You're like an impresario.

You're handling Pavlova.
And you want her to dance just for you?

It's a God-given talent.
It was meant to be shared with the public.

Again.

- There's the bow-wow!
- Come on, sailor! Keep rowing!

What a night!
Everybody seems to have the same idea.

Always happens when there's a full moon.
I haven't had time to breathe.

- How's my baby?
- Fine.

No, he isn't.
As a matter of fact, he's very grouchy.

We can fix that.
I have a little present for you.

What is it?

A stickpin. You put it in your tie.

- I don't need it.
- Yes, you do.

Mimi got Casablanca Charlie one.
This one has real sapphires.

Come on, let's go, Irma.

- Go where?
- Home.

It's only 1:00 a.m. A package of Gitanes.

- You know I never quit before 5:00.
- Take the night off.

Just walk off the job, just like that?
Disappoint all my regulars?

To hell with them!

Why don't we go away somewhere
for a week?

A week? What are we going to live on?

If I stay away that long, I'll lose my spot.

- She's got the best spot on the street.
- We never have time together.

You're out there all night.
You sleep all day.

If only Monsieur Camembert
were still around.

You remember Monsieur Camembert,
don't you?

Do I? Big spender.

Who is Monsieur Camembert?

That's what we called him.
He was a cheese wholesaler at the market.

He used to see me twice a week.

Always gave me 500 francs,
so I didn't have to see anybody else.

I had lots of time then.

I went to cooking school,
I knitted sweaters, played solitaire.

He was such a nice man.

What happened to him?

His wife died,
so he stopped coming around.

It was a great loss to all of us.

Girls! Here comes
another busload of tourists!

Irma...

Stay here.

You're sweet.

Kiss me.

I've been thinking. Maybe you're right.

- I'm going to give it up.
- You are?

I promise you, this is absolutely the last
pack I'll ever smoke.

All right, all right. We're going.

See you later.

Must be German tourists.
Short leather pants.

Shut up!

Tourists! Sailors! Wholesalers!

I'd like to kill them all!

Listen to him. Jack the Ripper.

What am I going to do?

Suppose there was just one man

a rich customer who gave her 500 francs.

Would that make you any happier?

No! Maybe it would
make me less miserable.

How about Monsieur Barnathan,
the goose-liver king?

That nasty old man with the gout?
She wouldn't like it.

Monsieur Lionelli? Owns six restaurants.
Comes every morning to do the marketing.

- I don't know him.
- A tall, dark young man, very good looking.

I wouldn't like it.

What about one of those Englishmen
who drop in here?

You know,
Rolls-Royce, Oxford, Coldstream Guards?

- They're harmless enough.
- You don't understand.

I don't want anybody to make love to her
except me.

Sentimental slob.

I say there, old chap, l'addition.

Two onion soups, a bottle of wine.
15 francs.

Capital onion soup! Capital!

Pity we don't have rubber pockets.

We could smuggle some back to London.

An Englishman?

Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea.

- It's worth a try. I say there...
- No, no.

Listen, Moustache,
would you lend me 500 francs?

- What for?
- The perfect solution!

You'll give me the money,
I'll give it to Irma

she'll give it to me,
and I'll give it back to you!

It's very simple, really.

- What are you talking about?
- Don't you see?

Irma's going to have a rich lover,
and it will be me!

- You're mad!
- Yes, I'm mad!

I'm desperate. This is the only way out,
and you're going to help me, you hear?

All right. Let's hear it again.

'The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.'

No, no. Through the nose.

- The rain in Spain...
- And show me some teeth!

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain.

- By George, you haven't got it.
- I haven't?

To a lord, you wouldn't be a lord,
but maybe to Irma.

Don't worry. I've seen every
English movie in town. I'm ready.

- Hold still, your Lordship.
- Tell me again, where is my castle?

- In Worcestershire?
- No. That's the sauce. In Yorkshire.

I thought that was a pudding.

I've done all I can. Now, let's see...

Homburg, umbrella.

- Where's my 500 francs?
- You mean, my 500 francs.

Thank you, old chip.

Not old chip! Old chap!

And not that way. On the lift!

- On the what?
- The elevator!

Now then, shall we have a go at it?

This may be the biggest setback
for the British since Dunkirk.

I know. I was there.
Last man to be evacuated

but that's another story.

Hello, uncle. Looking for a little fun?

- Quite.
- Am I your type?

Not quite. Cheerio, old chap.

Got the time, mister?

Indeed, but not the inclination.

- Good show!
- Anything I can do for you?

No, thank you. Just browsing.

I say there.
Would you call that a miniature or a toy?

That's not a toy! That's a real live dog.

- I have a dog myself.
- A poodle?

No. A Hound of the Baskervilles.
Magnificent beast.

But then again, so are you.

- You must be British.
- Terribly so.

Rolls-Royce, you know, oxfords,
cold cream guards.

Tell me, are you booked?

No.

In that case, shall we...
I mean, would you...

- That is, could we...
- Why not?

- What did you say your name was?
- Irma. They call me Irma la Douce.

If you don't mind, Miss la Douce,
I'd rather not introduce myself.

I don't mind.

In my situation, a man must be discreet.
You may call me, Lord X.

Lord X. Sure.

No, my dear. That shan't be necessary.

What's the matter?

All I really want is a bit of companionship.

A shoulder to cry on,
a smile to lean against.

Say, what does that X stand for?
X-centric?

Let me ask you something, my dear.

Do you find me repulsive?

No. Not at all.

You're rather nice looking,
for a lord your age.

Thank you.
You see, my wife, Lady X, she does.

Does what?

Finds me repulsive, ignores me completely.
Spends her time cultivating the garden

and what's worse

cultivating the gardener.

- The gardener?
- Yes, the other day, I was watching them

from the turret of the castle.

They were in the flowerbed together

and he was pruning her begonias!

They should be ashamed.

It was such a jolly marriage,
those first few years.

We'd sit in front of the fire
and play double solitaire

and Chinese checkers.

Solitaire? I play solitaire.

Capital! Could we? That is, would you?

I mean, shall we?

- I don't care as long as you pay me.
- Don't worry about the money.

You take the red. I'll take the blue.

I once knew a gentleman,
used to bring me up here.

All he'd do is scatter marbles on the floor
and make me pick them up with my toes.

How odd.

- I never played double solitaire before.
- Simple.

All we do is play off on each other's aces.

The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain,
you know?

- No, I didn't know.
- It's a fact. Yeah.

That's where I met my wife, in Spain.

In the rain. In the plain?

I was stationed in Gibraltar.

Your wife, Lady X, is she beautiful?

Very. And very passionate.
So I can't really blame her.

You see,
I came back from the war a shattered man.

- I was wondering about your eye.
- A bit of detached retina.

Happened at Navarone.

Those beastly guns,
popping off all the time.

Have a silver plate in this elbow.
Sink the Bismarck, that was.

- I'm sorry.
- One eye, one elbow, it's not tragic.

What is tragic, however...

I'd rather not talk about it.

If you'd rather not.

I was in a Japanese prison camp
on the river Kwai.

There was a rather nasty explosion.

Whole ruddy bridge fell down on me!

When they dug me up,
I was only half a man

a hollow shell.

You've been through a lot, haven't you?

Mad Dogs and Englishmen,
with Lawrence in Arabia

with Sherpa Tenzing up the Himalayas.

And then there was
The Charge of the Light Brigade.

India, you know? Gunga Din...

Bengal Lancers! Ta-ta!

Yes, served under Commander Whitehead.

And then there was the RAF and the BBC.

Dunkirk!

But that's another story.

Have you seen Irma around?

She's been up there since midnight.

- That's six hours!
- You should see this guy.

He's an old goat with a beard.

I didn't even think
he'd make it up the stairs.

- By George. I've done it again.
- One more.

I'm afraid not.

I'd better dash to the airport
if I'm not to miss my plane.

- You know, it was rather fun for a change.
- Thank you.

There you are, my dear.

You're very generous.

Not really. Just filthy rich.

How often do you come to Paris?

Twice a week. Why?

I was thinking, maybe we could do it again.

Smashing! I was about to suggest
some kind of arrangement.

I'd like that. And so would Nestor.

Yes. Who?

The man I live with.

And he doesn't mind
that you come up here with strangers

and pick up their marbles?

Why? Business is business.

Sensible attitude.

The only thing he does object to
is my smoking.

I'm trying to quit. But it isn't easy.

Then you must really love him.

- Shall we go?
- Just a second.

Where's my other shoe?

My other shoe.

I'm sorry, I really must catch my plane

or Lady X and that wretched gardener
will be running amok.

- See you Thursday. Same time and place?
- I'll be waiting.

Cheery-bye.

This is our lucky night!

Wait till I tell Nestor.

All right, what did you do with my shoe?

Would you give this
to the young lady in Room 9?

Somehow it wound up in my pocket.

Old goat!

How did it go?

You'd have been proud.

What a performance.
Like Sir Laurence Oliver.

Laurence Olivier! Now watch your ascot.

My what?

Nestor!

Nestor!

Nestor!

It happened! We hit the jackpot!

What? What jackpot?

I found him!

And he's got a castle,
comes here twice a week.

Who? Calm down.

He's English, he's a lord,
and I'll see him again on Thursday.

And he's filthy rich.
You know how much he gave me?

How would I know?

Come on. Make a guess.

500 francs!

- Here.
- How about that!

500 francs! What did you have to do for it?

- Nothing!
- Come on!

- He taught me a new game.
- What kind?

- He beat me nine times.
- That's more like it.

He used to play with his wife,
but she won't anymore.

She's got something with the gardener.

It's 500 francs, all right. Later.

Tiger!

Can we see you for a minute?

Certainly! What's on your mind, boys?

Congratulations! You made it!

I didn't really do anything.

We've been talking it over

and since you're numero uno
around here, we've elected you president.

President? Of what?

- Local 27 of the MPPA.
- MPP...

Mecs of Paris Protective Association.

- Me?
- It was unanimous.

That's a great honor.

I'm sure you could find someone more...

We accept! I'm so proud of you.

Champagne for everybody!

Free champagne!

Vive Nestor!

Vive! Vive! Vive!

I'm so happy!

From now on, it's just the three of us.

- You and me and the lord.
- Yeah.

Let's see. 500 francs each time.

That's 1,000 francs a week.
With 52 weeks in a year, that makes...

Darling, can I have 100 francs?

Sure!

It's for a hair dryer.

Here's another 100.
Get some curtains, too.

Why are you so good to me?

I just believe in fair dealings
between labor and management.

Come on, Nestor, le twist.

Hands off, Lolita!
He doesn't twist with anybody but me.

Get her! Mrs. President!

Let's dance.

- Want to pay for the champagne now?
- I didn't order it.

President pays when he's inaugurated.
It's a custom. 270 francs, please.

- 270...
- Nine bottles.

Eight for the gang, one for her.

She had a whole bottle?

How do you think she got
those kidney stones?

That went fast.

Now what about my 500?

You know,
this isn't working out the way we figured.

The way you figured.
I told you it was economically unsound.

You'll just have to
advance Lord X another 500

- when he comes back next Thursday.
- No. Not me.

How am I going to pay Irma?

You'll just have to mortgage your castle.

Or pick some pockets or rob a bank.

I once knocked over a bank in Bordeaux.
It was my father's bank.

- But that's...
- Shut up!

Bit of a sticky wicket,
isn't it, your Lordship?

Dis donc!

Irma?

Irma?

Come on.

- Good morning, darling.
- Good morning.

- Did I wake you?
- No.

It looks like a beautiful day!

I feel so spoiled and so lazy.

Do you realize I don't have a thing to do
until Thursday?

- What's Thursday?
- When Lord X comes again.

You know what let's do?

Let's rent a tandem bicycle,
and ride out to the country.

- Trees and grass and fresh air.
- Not today.

Or we could go to the Bois
and you can row us around the lake.

- Maybe next week.
- Then we don't really have to do anything.

- We could stay in bed all day.
- I'd like that.

- You want your breakfast now or later?
- Much later.

I've got a surprise for you.

- Close your eyes.
- Thank you.

When I was at the department store
buying the curtains, I saw this.

And you know how I feel about green.

So I tried it on. There was a riot.

Three of the salesmen got trampled.
So naturally, I just had to have it.

Now, don't open your eyes yet.
I want you to see it against the light.

All right. You can look now.

Nestor?

Nestor!

Nestor!

Not today. Maybe next week?

All right.

If that's the way you feel about it.

- My dear girl!
- I was afraid you wouldn't show up.

Almost didn't. Ran into a bit of
dirty weather over the Channel.

Unusually foggy for July.

- What is it, my dear?
- You've changed somehow.

Have I? How?

That patch.
Shouldn't it be on the other eye?

Indeed!

No wonder it was so foggy!

I've been practicing. I'll be better tonight.

Let's get at it then, shall we?

Old goat!

How are things at home?

- I mean, how's Lady X?
- Her usual self.

How's the gardener?

It finally happened.

- Caught them at it in the greenhouse.
- No.

I threw them out,
pulled up the drawbridge

and started divorce proceedings.

That's too bad.

Catastrophe!
Best damn gardener I ever had.

Must be lonely for you now at the castle.

Very. Especially at night.

Just me and the family ghosts
spooking around those 96 rooms.

- How many?
- Not to mention the 400 acres

and the croquet field,
the trout hatchery and all the horses.

I breed trotters and pacers.
Separate stables, you know.

I imagine there must be lots of trees
and grass and a brook?

And swans and peacocks and unicorns.

It sounds like a great place for Coquette.
I'd like to get her out of the city.

- She drinks, you know.
- Really?

I keep finding empty bottles under the bed.

Love to invite you to the castle,
both of you

but I'm sure you wouldn't
dream of leaving your young man.

No, I guess not.

Although sometimes, I wonder.

About what? Is something troubling you?

Suddenly, he seems so different.
I mean, so indifferent.

He's always tired,
not interested in me at all.

I'm sure there must be some explanation.

I think he has another girl.

That's ridiculous!
Why would anybody with a girl like you...

Somebody ought to give that young man
a good talking to.

- Would you like to meet him?
- Meet him?

He's waiting in the bistro across the street.

- I really ought to be getting to the airport.
- It'll only take a minute.

- Come on, we'll buy you a drink.
- Thank you, but, no thank you.

I mean, while I'm getting my divorce

we really shouldn't
be seen with each other.

Yes, you must be careful.

Maybe we shouldn't
leave the hotel together.

Capital suggestion!

Shall we rendezvous again next Monday?

Of course.

I don't feel right about this.

It's taking money under false pretenses.

- After all, I don't do anything for you.
- Balderdash!

If it weren't for our arrangement,
I should go straight through the ceiling.

Of course, it must be very boring for you.

Not at all. I enjoy it.

You've made me a very happy man.

Half-man, I should say.

Ta-ta!

Toodle-oo.

And tallyho.

Up! Get up, you lush!

Look at those circles under your eyes.

Carry on like this,
and we'll have to have your face lifted.

Say, you're the Englishman
that's seeing Irma.

- I don't believe we've been introduced.
- I'm Hippolyte the Ox.

What is on your mind, Mr. Ox?

I thought if you're interested in something
new, something more unusual...

Twins, you know.

What? Play three-handed solitaire?
No, thanks.

Order!

Come on, everybody. It's getting late!

- Let's take a vote.
- All right.

The motion on the floor

is that every girl contributes
a day's earnings a week

toward our pension fund.

All those in favor...

- Aye!
- Aye!

Aye!

Carried unanimously!

Okay, girls. Let's have it.

- I'm back, Nestor.
- That was a rough meeting.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- What's that for?
- You just voted for it.

It's for the pension fund.

Just part of my program.
Now that I'm President

I'm going to get this organization
moving ahead.

- How did it go with his Lordship?
- Fine. I'm beginning to like him a lot.

It's a good thing the bridge fell on him.
I might be jealous. Cognac.

Pernod for me. Nothing for her.

He's getting a divorce.

Maybe now he can come
see me more often.

More often? I doubt it.

- Where would he get the money?
- He's got this big estate.

You know what the taxes are
on a big estate in England?

Some of those lords
have to scrounge around for a living.

If he saw me three times a week,
that's 1,500 francs.

I could buy you a car!

One of those sports models.

Kiki thinks she's such a hotshot
because she got her guy a motor scooter.

Wait till they see you
driving around with the top down.

And I'm gonna get you a
little cap to go with it.

What are you doing?

- He's trying to get the lipstick off.
- Lipstick? Where did that come from?

- That's a good question.
- It must have been you.

- That's it.
- Me?

I was in the hotel with his Lordship.

That's not it.

Yes. It was at the board meeting.
We were taking a vote

and one of the girls was doing
a little lobbying.

That must be it.

Just which girl was doing a little lobbying?

Come on, Tiger. How about it?

You dropped something.

Where?

There!

Now, please, look, girls...

This is...

Now, I'm the president here.

That's enough.
Let's shake hands and make up.

Now, girls!

No. You wouldn't. You...

Good morning, Tiger.

How about some breakfast?
Fresh croissants.

- No, I better get back before she wakes up.
- You look terrible.

- You must've lost 10 pounds.
- 15. I weighed myself on the meat scale.

What do you expect? Night after night

loading, unloading,
in and out the window

on with the beard, off with the beard.
You're going to fall apart, kid.

I don't care
so long as I keep her off the streets.

It's a hard way to earn an easy living.

Nestor?

You know, Irma,
I'm a little bit disappointed in you.

You promised me
you wouldn't smoke anymore.

Aren't you going to say anything?

I suppose you're wondering where I was.

I know where you were.

- You do?
- You were out with the boys.

Yeah. That's right.

Don't lie to me!

- Where was I?
- You were out with Lolita.

That's right. That's just...

Let me go to bed. I'm very tired.

- You've been with her every night.
- No, I haven't.

No, not every night.

Sometimes I was with Amazon Annie

and sometimes, with Mimi the MauMau

and sometimes, with the twins.

They all want me to handle them.

So I've decided to branch out, you know?

Business is business, and don't you forget

around here, I'm numero uno!

You make me sick!

What are you going to do about it?

This is what you came with. Now get out!

You're not throwing me out.

- Because you're crazy about me!
- Let go!

Going to buy me a new car, remember?

- And a sports cap.
- Let go!

And when you buy me the sports cap,
I want it with a little strap in the back.

That's what you'll get from me!

Let those other girls work for you
and see how well you do!

You think you're numero uno.
I'm numero uno.

Go outside on the street
and ask the first man you see.

Ask anybody!

I'm sorry. It's...

Well, here we are in the seventh inning,
two outs, Maury Wills on first.

Ballgame coming to you direct
from Los Angeles

over the American Forces Network.
Marichal on the rubber, into a stretch.

Here's the pitch, and there he goes!

The throw down to second base
is not in time!

He's stolen another one!

Hello.

Here you are.
I was afraid you mightn't show.

I lost track of time.
I've been walking the streets all day.

Thinking.

There's something
I'd like to discuss with you.

- By all means.
- Not here.

I don't want Nestor to know.

Let's not take any chances.
Shall we go up to your office?

Now then, my dear,
what is it that's so important?

Did you mean
what you said the other night?

Indeed. What did I say?

About taking me to England with you.

Of course I meant it, if I said it.

And if you say so, I must have said it,
and meant it.

- I'm ready.
- But you can't go!

What about Nestor or
whatever his name is?

Nestor, Hippolyte, Marcel...
It doesn't matter.

Sooner or later,
they all give you a bad time.

The brutes.

- If you want me to go with you...
- It's a bit of a sticky wicket.

If it's awkward,
I don't want to embarrass you.

Not at all, my dear. I'd be delighted.

It's just...

There's this ghastly
servant problem right now

and the castle's overrun with plumbers.

Moat is leaking.

Besides, I'm a shattered man.
I'd be of no use to you.

Are you sure?

Matter of fact,
I'm on my way to Zurich now.

I wasn't planning to go back to England.

Going to consult a Swiss doctor,
a specialist.

That's a waste of time.
They can't help you.

I once knew a specialist.
Used to send some of his patients to me.

- To you?
- The tough cases.

Poor guys. Thought they'd run out of gas,
but they were just stalled.

- All they needed was a little push.
- A push?

I mean mentally,
to stimulate their imagination.

- It's all up here, you know.
- I wish it were.

I had one patient given up as hopeless
until I started telling him

about the South Seas.

The South Seas. What a curious gambit.

It worked.

- Lie down.
- I beg your pardon?

Stretch out. Relax.

Close your eyes. I mean, your eye.

- No tricks now.
- I promise.

You're in Tahiti.

- All right?
- Tahiti.

Yes! I've been there with Captain Bligh.

- Mutiny on the Bounty!
- Down, Lord.

Now concentrate.

Palm trees swaying in the breeze.

The smell of ripe papayas.

A blue lagoon, white sand.

Golden-skinned girls.

Have you got that?

Blue lagoon, white sand, golden skin...

They're beautiful, aren't they?

Are they ever!

How many do you see?

Fourteen, to be exact.

They're wearing grass skirts
and coconut shells.

- No, they're not.
- They're not?

They're wearing sarongs
and hibiscus blossoms in their hair.

Yes. By George, you're right.

Now they take off their sarongs,
and start washing them in the blue lagoon.

Indeed! They...

Look, it's no use.

I mean, I really am out of gas... Petrol.

The tank is completely dry.

All right. Let's forget Tahiti. Lie back.

You're in Baghdad.

Baghdad? Now, how did I get there?

You're in a bazaar.

You see an exotic woman

with a veil across her face.

Big, black almond eyes.

She winks at you.

You follow her.
She disappears into a palace.

There are two Nubian slaves
standing guard

so you climb over the wall.

- How high?
- Ten feet.

- I'll never make it!
- Try! You must try!

I'm trying! Broken glass on the top!

- Are you over?
- Just barely.

Good.

Now, you're inside the harem.

You're lying on silk pillows.

Odalisques are fanning you.

They're feeding you grapes

painting your toenails

while she does the dance
of the seven veils.

She takes off the fourth veil.

The fifth.

The sixth.

You will be gentle, won't you?

Your Lordship?

Are you all right, your Lordship?

I will be as soon as I pull myself together.

You know, I think Lady X
must have been out of her mind.

With you in the house, why would she
go puttering around in the garden?

- How kind of you to say so.
- When does our plane leave for London?

- Eight o'clock.
- I'd better go home and pack.

Look, I'm afraid I can't take you
to my castle in Worcestershire.

Why not?

Because I don't
have a castle in Worcestershire.

Of course not. It's in Yorkshire.

Quite, but, what I mean to say...

I haven't been entirely frank with you,
my dear.

You haven't?

For instance,
what I told you about the unicorns...

There are no unicorns.

So what?

So she'll play with the peacocks.

And don't worry about
the servant problem.

I'll cook for you,
I'll serve you tea in the afternoon,

I'll knit you sweaters.

I can be ready in 20 minutes.

I'll meet you
at the bistro across the street.

Chez Moustache, all right?

Are you there?

Your Lordship?

Yes, I'm there. I mean, I'm here.

And I'll be there.

The bistro.

And one more thing.

Keep away from Nestor. He's vicious!

They don't call him "Tiger" for nothing.

I say there, this is a bit of a jolly surprise.

- What'll it be, your Lordship?
- Don't mention that swine to me.

Do you know what they've been doing
behind my back?

- What?
- Shattered man, my eye!

- They're going to England together!
- Who?

Irma and the lord! She's packing now.

She's going to walk out on me! Nestor!

He's taking her to his castle.

She's going to make tea
and knit him sweaters.

- You're talking crazy.
- They won't get away with it.

I'll kill him first, I'll tear him apart
and throw him in the Seine.

There is no lord.

- There isn't?
- That's right.

How do you like that phony?
He's been lying to her.

What do you mean, "He"?
There is no "He." It's you!

Of course, but she doesn't know that.

And she doesn't know that I know.

But I know that
she likes him better than she likes me.

See?

She wouldn't even
take any money from him.

You'd better have a drink.

The world isn't big enough
for the two of us.

Lord X is going to walk down the street
and disappear forever.

- Nobody's ever going to see him again.
- I didn't want to see him in the first place.

- Get my other clothes, will you?
- Coming up.

Somebody ought to warn him.

He shouldn't flash
all that money around here.

He's liable to get hit over the head.

- Are you gonna warn him?
- Me?

None of my business.

In a way,
I'm going to miss you, your Lordship.

Pull yourself together, old chap.

Stiff upper lip and all that. Cheerio.

One more for the road.

Jojo, have you got your blackjack on you?

Sorry. How about some brass knuckles?

Goodbye, your bloody Lordship!

I hate to see you go,
but c'est la vie, old chap.

I hope you float
all the way back to England

and I hope the fish eat your bloody liver!

Police! Police!

What's the time, Moustache?

- 8:05.
- You sure your watch isn't fast?

Maybe, or maybe whoever
you're waiting for is slow.

Here you are, baby.

This time tomorrow
you'll be chasing peacocks across the lawn.

- Where are you going?
- To visit my aunt.

Really?

She lives in Brussels.
That's Belgium, you know.

Used to be a concert pianist,
but runs an orphanage now.

Come on, Irma.
You can do better than that.

- Is that seat taken?
- Yes.

Cafe au lait and a croissant.

That aunt of yours, could it be
she has a beard and an eye patch

and her name is Lord X?

Because if that's who you're waiting for,
he won't show.

Can't a girl sit here
without being annoyed by riffraff?

We get all kinds.

Just a while ago,
we had a real live English lord in here.

- He was here?
- Left about an hour ago.

Did he say where he was going?

No. No message. No nothing.

I saw him walking down the street
toward the river.

But we have a date here.

Maybe he forgot.

Maybe he changed his mind.

He'll come for me. He's a gentleman.

Gentleman? Don't make me laugh!

You know nothing about men.

- I know nothing about men?
- And you know why?

- Because you've been with too many.
- Thanks a lot.

You think you're a pro, an expert on love.

You can't even tell
when somebody really loves you.

- Like who?
- Like me.

Like hell!
You only love that 500 francs twice a week.

What do I have to do to prove it to you?

Nestor Patou,
I arrest you for the murder of Lord X.

- The murder of who?
- You recognize these clothes?

That's his umbrella,

- his eye patch, and his solitaire cards.
- Thank you, madame.

- Where's the lord?
- Somewhere at the bottom of the Seine.

No!

That's nonsense! There is no Lord X!

Of course there isn't,
because you killed him!

I saw the whole thing.

He beat him up, stole his wallet,
threw his body in the river.

Irma, I... Wait a minute!
Moustache, tell them!

Yes, that's the lord's!

- He was such a sweet man!
- The old familiar pattern:

Young policeman turns dishonest,
becomes a mec,

and finally winds up as a murderer.
It's an open-and-shut case.

You'll just have to reopen it
because Moustache can...

- My client has nothing more to say.
- Your client?

I have a law degree
from the University of Grenoble.

Used to be a leading criminal attorney
in France

before I was disbarred,
but that's another story.

- Put the handcuffs on him!
- Just a moment!

The accused has a right
to confer with his lawyer.

What are you trying to do?
Why don't we just tell them the truth?

- The truth? That's dynamite.
- But I'm innocent.

The jails are full of innocent people
because they told the truth.

What's your defense?

You couldn't have killed Lord X
because you were him.

Only you weren't Lord X, you were a mec.
You weren't really a mec

you worked the market at night

to make 500 francs
for making love to your own girl

whom you could have
made love to for free

except you were too tired
from making money

to give to Lord X
to give to Irma to give to you.

That's the truth.
And if you tell that mish-mash to a jury

you're a cinch to get 15 years.

- What am I gonna do?
- Nothing.

Just put yourself in my hands.

Gentlemen, my client admits his crime.

He does?

I do?

But let us consider the motive.

Why would a mec kill
his girl's best customer

for 500 francs, when he can get that
twice a week every week?

It would be like killing the goose
that laid the golden egg.

Or maybe because they were
running away together?

Because he was losing his meal ticket?

That's equally ridiculous!
He's the king around here.

He could have had any girl
working for him.

That's right.

So we are left with only
one possible motive:

Jealousy.

He was so much in love with Irma

that he couldn't bear
to have any other man touch her.

Yes, Inspector.
It's the old familiar pattern:

Crime of passion.

Nestor, is that true?

Yes.

You did it because you loved me?

Now you know.

And I'd kill any other
man who came near you!

Gets you right here, doesn't it?
Take him away!

Nestor, I love you!

And I'll wait for you,
no matter how long it takes!

You won't have to wait very long.
This is France, a civilized country.

L'amour, toujours l'amour.

When the jury hears my summation:

Two people in the gutter
reaching for the stars...

They'll cry, they'll cheer.

They'll carry him out of the courtroom
on their shoulders!

Patou!

Patou!

There's a visitor here to see you.

It's you.

- You're lucky I can't get my hands on you!
- That's no way to talk to your lawyer.

Right! You were to get me off scot-free.
Crime of passion.

- Carry me out of court on their shoulders.
- You can't win 'em all.

Fifteen years at hard labor. For what?

It's too bad you didn't
get sentenced to death.

Then I could have had it commuted to life.

With good behavior,
I could've gotten you parole by Christmas.

But a 15-year sentence,
that's neither here nor there.

Never mind that.
Tell me about Irma. How is she?

She's fine.

- Here, I brought you a little souvenir.
- Thanks.

Why doesn't she come to see me anymore?
Why haven't I heard from her?

- She doesn't want you to find out.
- Find out what?

- She's not on the street again?
- No. That's all over.

She's working in the market as a cashier.

Then, what is it? I want to know!

- She's expecting.
- Who?

Who do you think?

She's out to here.
She's going to have a baby.

A baby? Are you sure?

I would be greatly disappointed
if it were anything else.

- When?
- Any day now.

Listen, I've got to get out of here!
I want to be with her. She needs me!

Here. I brought you another souvenir.

- More stockings?
- And another.

And another.

- Have you gone mad?
- And one more.

What am I gonna do with all
of these stockings?

If you don't want them,
throw them out the window.

But first, I would suggest
that you tie them all together.

What?

You can't park here.

There's something wrong with my motor.

Nestor!

What are you doing here?
How did you get away?

- Give me your hand.
- They let you out?

- Try this on.
- You escaped?

- Hold still.
- Darling, why did you do that?

- Now they'll give you another five years.
- I was afraid of that. It's too big.

- What's this?
- We're going to be married.

Married?

You want our child to be legitimate,
don't you?

- Yes. Of course.
- How is the baby?

Full of mischief.

Yesterday he kicked Coquette
right off my lap.

Takes after me.

You know, when I was 6 months old,
I could change my own diapers.

- Nestor?
- Yeah? What is it?

I can't marry you.

What do you mean, you can't marry me?

Because I love you.

- You love me, so you can't marry me?
- That's right.

Because it isn't our baby.
You're not the father.

I'm not...

Who's the father? I'll kill him!

You already did. It was Lord X.

Lord X?

- What makes you think that...
- A woman always knows these things.

I don't care. I'll marry you anyway!

And I'll raise it
just as if it were my own child.

They've got the place surrounded!

Maybe you could go through
the kitchen window and over the roof.

No. I prefer the closet!

The closet?
That's the first place they'll look!

Open up! Police!

Come on! We know he's in there!

All right! Where's Nestor?

Don't you know? He's in jail.
You can visit him every other Sunday.

Cute. Let's search the place!

- He's not in there.
- Not in there.

- Not under here.
- He's not under here.

Come here, everybody.
This is the man we're looking for.

No sign of him.

No sign of him.

Tell him he'd better give himself up,
or he spends

the rest of his life behind bars!

Let's go, men.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Let's go, men!

Did you hear what he said?

What are you going to do?

The first thing I have
to do is exchange the ring.

But we can't get married now.
You must run! You must hide!

Nonsense!

We'll have a big church wedding
with ushers and bridesmaids and flowers.

- Moustache is making the arrangements.
- But they'll catch you and lock you away.

- I'm so afraid I'll never see you again.
- Don't be afraid.

- Maybe a miracle will happen.
- I don't believe in miracles.

Don't you?

When I met you, you were a streetwalker.

Now you're going to
be a wife and a mother.

Isn't that a miracle?

They're wasting their time
looking for him in Irma's apartment.

Don't worry. They'll catch him.

No, they won't. Too much brains.

You mean Nestor's smarter
than the police force?

No, but I am.
They're up against a mastermind.

I bet by now
you have him on a boat to South America.

- Guess again.
- To Hong Kong?

He's right here in town.

- You don't say!
- It's ordinary common sense.

You've heard about a criminal
returning to the scene of the crime?

- Yes.
- That's so obvious.

The police'd never think to look there!

- He's hiding under the same bridge...
- Yeah. The Pont Royal.

If you open up your mouth
about this to anyone...

Me? Squeal on a colleague?

There's such a thing
as the code of the underworld, you know.

Desk Sergeant,
connect me with Inspector Lefevre.

Just tell him I
want to squeal on a colleague.

- You!
- I beg your pardon?

- You're supposed to be dead, murdered!
- Are you quite sure?

I saw it with my own eyes.

Sorry to disappoint you, old boy,
but other than a slight headache

I'm feeling absolutely chapper.
I mean chipper!

We've been dragging the river
for nine months!

Where have you been?

Fair question. Now, let me see.

I haven't the foggiest.

All I can remember is that
the climate was rather wet and fishy.

It was quite good.

Now, I trust that
clears things up satisfactorily.

So, cheerio, pip pip, and carry on.

Are you all right?

The pains are coming
every two minutes now.

Just try to hold on a little longer.

Where's the groom?

Don't worry, if worse comes to worst,
I'll marry you myself.

- You look lovely.
- Later, later.

Nestor, wilt thou take Irma, here present,
for thy lawful wife

according to the rite
of Our Holy Mother the Church?

I will.

Irma, wilt thou take Nestor, here present,
for thy lawful husband

according to the rite
of Our Holy Mother the Church?

I will.

- With this ring, I thee wed.
- "With this ring, I thee wed."

- And I pledge thee my fidelity.
- "And I pledge thee my fidelity."

Just a minute, Patou.

Congratulations.
It was a touching ceremony.

Thanks. Nice of you to show up.

We're planning a reception for you
at the police station.

Can't it wait? My wife is about...

A hoax has been perpetrated.
I intend to get to the bottom of it!

- You can't arrest me in a church.
- Arrest you?

I want you to rejoin the police force
and help us solve this case.

Rejoin the force? I'd like that.

Not unless I can have my old job
at the children's playground?

The children's playground?
Work for peanuts and jellybeans?

I'm crazy about children!
I'm about to have one myself.

I just had it. Excuse me.

It's a girl. Smoothest delivery I ever had.

She's beautiful.

You delivered the baby?

Why not? I used to be Chief Obstetrician
in French Equatorial Africa

under Dr. Schweitzer.

Nestor.

- They're not taking you away?
- Never. You can call me Officer Patou.

- What happened?
- Not now.

Let me hold her.

It's going to be such fun bringing her up.

I'll put her in
organdy dresses with pinafores.

Yeah.

And get her some green stockings
and a puppy.

Yeah... No.

No green stockings, no puppy.

- No?
- No.

Cheery-bye.

But that's another story.