All language subtitles for A.Golden.Widow.1969.FRENCH.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-VXT

- Yes, it has to stop.

Violence, murder and eroticism
must be driven from our screens.

If out of weakness, or demagoguery,
the censors, parents of pupils,

and merit medalists underestimate
their role, we will be able to remind them

that we have a font.

Eager to fight subversion
and pornography, the producer,

actors, authors and technicians

of this pilot film
offer you a story

healthy, clean and recreational.

The story of a couple in the grip
to the little worries of modern life.

That's all,
and it is absolutely delicious.

Home Sweet Home.

Located in the inner suburbs,
so not far from the supermarket

but quite far
of the sprawling city,

here is the love nest,
the House of happiness.

Here is our heroine,
the faithful and gentle Delphine.

85 centimeters of chest circumference,
40 waistline.

30 waistline,
and 85 hips.

So in France, when you want.
- You're not kidding.

I am in mourning.
Damn, I put it in front, behind.

I lost my uncle.

- The unhappy woman is crying
his uncle Jérémie, piously deceased

near the golf course of Saint-Nom-la-Bretèche,

after making his fortune in the United States.

And since we don't speak without
know, admire, on the right of the screen,

his soul entering Heaven
to the sound of pipes and lutes.

On the left, his remains enter
a church, also very suitable.

It's Antoine,
married for 3 years to Delphine.

Never having cheated on her,
it's an original,

but he is also a sculptor,
and talented painter.

Genius.

- Are you ready?
- No.

- This is not the same,
since it's us.

- Pass me my dress.

- How can you believe me
pretty muzzle, worse,

pretty dumb

to do such a thing?

- Please, darling,
a little tact.

Mass
may have already started.

Do you know you are a monster?

- Oh sorry.
- Ouch.

Oh...

Take it easy, Jules. Hey!

Oh dear. He is indestructible!

The bada!

One hour late.
You imagine?

Arrive in the middle of the ceremony,
it looks good.

What is it?

- I want to kiss you.

- You know you're hellish?

- Yes.

- You could have waited, right?
- No.

Honk

- You love Me?
- I love you.

- So?

I work.
I don't have time to waste my time.

- Poor apple,
you will take the time to caner.

Oh, by the way.
- About apple?

- No, about ...

- Yes.

It's finish?

- Everything comes to an end.

It was beautiful. Mozart Music,
decor of Borniol, general management

Paul VI.

We imitate airplanes.

- Come on, let's see.

Cousins, cousins, the opening
of the will will take place in 5 minutes.

- It's open, place your bets.

- My cocked hat!

- Ah!

- Hurry up.

- Oh....

They are crazy.

- My cocked hat, for God's sake.

Bugle

- My legion of honor.

- Drop the carbi!

- Here the good soup.

- It's not possible God.

- Pass the change.

- My legion of honor.

- My hat!

- They are crazy.
- My love.

You belong to a family of piranhas.

- Go to the notary if you want,
I'm sick of it.

I will read in Le Figaro
the name of the winner.

- As it's gone,
buys the Miroir des Sports.

Bugle

- Oh....

- Women and children first.

- Leave me, bitch!

- That's not going!

- But, it's mine!
It's my Rolls.

- I am entitled to a seat.

- Shut up!
- Oh!

Rude.

- But she annoys me, that one.

Oh, but it's mine.

- "This is my will.

"I, the undersigned Jérémie Palpicar, annuitant,

"residing avenue Foch,
in Paris, declares,

"in application of the civil code,

"bequeath all of my fortune,

"or $ 100 million,

"to my niece Delphine Berger,
born Vigouroux.

"at :

"She will not come into possession
of this amount as of today

"where the sieur Berger
will be unable to

"to provide for himself.

"So in the event of said death.

"D:

"If this death did not occur in
a reasonable time, before the end

"of the current quarter,

"the sum stated above

"would go to an organization
patriotic and deserving:

"The International

"Yiddish Power."

- "She will not come into possession
of the sum only from the date of death. "

Behave yourself.

"That from the death of Sieur Berger."

You inherit from your bastard uncle
on condition of being a widow.

Fortunately you have humor.

- Like that, always in humor,

how much was it?

-100 million dollars.

Gong

- Obviously, it makes noise.

Enough to relieve many miseries.

- Cloth those who are naked.

- Feed those who are hungry.

- Is this bullshit over?

There is a murderous zone to go through.

Of the...

To the...

Protecting this boy,
we are saving our dollars.

A new crossing
from the Red Sea.

- Let's put Saint Christopher
in the race.

- It starts again?

- I was joking.

- We are not joking
with strong currencies.

We must watch over this young man.

If bad luck happens to him, blond,

33 Years,

it's us again
who will wear the hat.

- I think I have the man we need.

- He said "the man we need".
What a man?

Harry Dikson?

Rouletabille?

Nat Pinkerton?

Nick Carter?

Or Philip Marlowe?

All at once,
since it is about Mr. Joseph,

the illustrious inventor
of faceted spinning.

The wizard of the hairpiece.

- I take 10,000 francs a day,
plus fees.

- He is anti-Semitic.

You will have 500 francs,
nothing more.

- Okay.

- See you tonight.

Do you know a discreet place?

- Oh, I have an idea.
A three-master off Manila.

- We would prefer the barge of
the Salvation Army, at the Suresnes bridge.

- Okay.

- I take you in the mine, and there!

And hey, hey.

And hold, and hold, and hold.

And here.

And ran!

Ran!

And here.

Here.

And here,
I make you your big nose.

- Hey.
- What?

- $100 million,
how much is in new francs?

Pity.

- Look at it, my dear.
Here it is.

The biggest since Donatello.

- You still have plaster.
You could have taken a shower.

- Here are the gentlemen
from the "Sigmund and Siegfried" gallery.

- Sigmund, from Zurich.

- Siegfried, from Lausanne.
- Come in.

Come in.
- Sorry.

- Oh dear!
- Come on, come in.

- Shhh.

- Gentlemen, this is a baptism.

Automatic sculpture
was just born.

Express for you.

- I'm going to run your bath.

- Va, my little one. Goes.

To your ranks!

Fixed!

* "La Marseillaise"

- Oh.

As beautiful as the Perpignan station.

- It's more beautiful.

- It's not beautiful, it's horrible.

Horribly beautiful.

- Darling.

You prefer foam,

or algae?

- Modern art is no longer
than a warmed plate of noodles.

Relentless aphorism.

Let us be relentless!

We took the whores out of the houses
for culture,

let's install prostitution in the Louvre.

Let's take down the masterpieces.

- Same Maillo!?

- He only had to cast in bronze
Marshal Joffre on his horse.

Art is Saint-Sulpice.

This is the Post Office calendar.

That's it!
* "La Marseillaise"

No more abstract. Of resemblance.

The water is bubbling.

Let's not imitate the Chinese.

- Honey, your bath is running.

- Long live the hall of pas-perdus.
Gentlemen ...

Being able to cast in plaster
a giant crowd

after fixing it in plexiglass

- Total happiness.

- Volcanize structures.

It is necessary...

- What do you need, master?

- The Pantheon must be razed.

And scatter, rue Soufflot,
the ashes of Victor.

This is only one example between 1000.

We must put the Quimper lighthouse

in place of the Obelisk.

- You fail, master.

- The self-confrontation is killing me.

There is cologne
In the bathroom.

- You were tigers.

- Honey, your bath is going to overflow.

- A little pot-au-feu, but she adores me.

- We too, master.

- Yes, good.

Things are going well.

When the bath is run,
you have to drink it. Excuse me.

- Dear Master.

For the metro, it's time
peak. And our Rolls

are under review.
- But let's see.

Bring it back tomorrow.

- Master, how can I thank you?

What munificence.

- Which class.

- It's Versailles.

- The Vatican.

- It's too much.

- Who will take a scotch after the bath?

- It's Tony darling.

- It's not possible!

- I put you water that stings.

- Sabotage?

- Go ahead. What are you waiting for?

Since you are looking for a scene.

Besides,

since your return from home

the lawyer, you're no longer the same.

You look like a fool. Maybe you want
make me have depression.

- Inflated, right?

- You see,
you're talking to yourself now.

You despise me.

Oh, I'm miserable.

- But no but no.

Married life being based
on understanding,

I won't throw stones at you.

Yes, you did a little mistake.

- You see? It begins.

- Let's see, let's see.

Can I, without traumatizing you,
ask you a question?

But no but no.

What were you planning to do with my body?

'Cause we can't leave
that poor Sigmund on the floor.

Nor that poor Siegfried in his tree.

Maybe you had planned for me
something practical?

- You were at home.

On your tile.

Or in your tree.

The situation was quite simple.

What is wonderful,
between us :

everything is always so simple.

Hey.

I have an idea.

- Me too.

- Funny?

- I believe.

Beginning of Marseillaise

- Admirable.

I don't know what worries you
but I find that admirable.

- Gold,

incense,

myrrh.

- These 2 fools took
a biblical majesty.

I would even say, if you want my opinion,
that you evolve.

- I would prefer
that my evolution stops there.

Without cutting the hair in 4,
objectively,

do you find out what happened
yesterday normal?

I would not like
that our relationships suffer.

They have so far been harmonious.

Imprinted, even,
of a certain elegance.

You must not spoil a beautiful love.

There is something wrong.

- I can't find it.

We got away with it.

- Better to touch perfection
in art than in crime.

- You, then, for the word that hurts.

You will do your mouillettes yourself!

And There you go!

- Do you have a watch?

- It is 10 a.m.

- I'm asking for your watch.

- Did you hire a valet?

- To do what?

- Excuse me,
I said it like that.

- This time, that's it.
It vibrates, it disputes.

It sucks.

- "Me".

"Mu".

"Murder".

Since you are here,
So do the dishes.

- Where are you going?

- I go out.

- I hate doing the dishes.

- Yes me too.

Wait for me.

- I let the meter run?
- No.

Shall we reimburse a watch?
Do you want to ruin us?

- Sit down, dear madam.

Thanks
are our best advertisement.

You won't find anywhere
of similar ex-votos. Except in Lourdes.

I offer you some models
assassins available.

Catalog.

- I am not rich.
Well, not yet.

Oh, very good kind.

- Yes, I think so.

- Oh la la la la.

Tell me, your little world
is terribly expensive.

- No, stop.

Let's understand each other well.

You take any mess,

Jura lumberjack genre,
or madam wants a label, a brand.

I did not propose
than American labor.

But, again, be careful.

The cinema ruined Chicago,
Boston has become a hideous snob.

Let's not talk about New York.

Philadelphia remains
the only serious school.

We shoot there with the nickel-plated Colt,
and black peccary gloves.

But the prices are not the same.

- It's like everything.

But I have small means.
I have to buy French.

Too bad for the nickel-plated Colt.

- Oh....

Don't fall for the shotgun.

- It's the result that counts.

- We have, in reserve,
a stéphanois shooter in your prices.

2,000 francs an hour.

-2000 heavy francs, or old?

- Heavy.

- Police!
- Hey?

- Nothing is an expression.

You are funny.

You practice the luxury rate
for a fancy shot.

I'm not asking
to shoot a president.

My Toutounet is not smart.

It will be easy.

Hunting horn

- You could fall
on business people.

But the Murder Business
has its elegance. It will not be said

that we will have left
a pretty embarrassed woman.

Ring the Vecchio.

- II Vecchio.

- The Vecchio.

He's a former companion
by M. Capone.

Since his eye trouble,
he is orderly.

He will be happy to make a little room.

Vecchio.

You can redo your hand.
It'll pay you for your cigarettes.

- Who, where, and when?

- My husband, wherever you want,
when you want.

- A photo?

- I have even better than that.
Where is the window to the street?

It's childish.
No need to leave Philadelphia.

- Which?

- The pretty boy in the car.

- He is cute.

- It's a love.

- Missed.

Missed.
- Not by much.

- My friend,

in the absence of written traditions,

popular usage is that golf,
war and pigeon shooting

are outdoor sports. Huh?

Go do your trash outside.

- Hey, you over there.

- Good, this time,
it is unmissable.

- You are wrong,
it's not a taxi.

Good if i can
drop you off somewhere.

- You are going straight ahead.

When you see
a wasteland, you stop.

- Give me a sign.

Come on, good.

- Oh shit.

- What do you say about that, chief?

- Very, very, very curious.

- Shall we follow him?

Where is he going to take us?

- At this rate, straight ahead
at the Quai des Orfèvres.

Heartbreaking.

My friends and myself
have seen many things.

But transport
a corpse like that, never.

You hear?

Never.

- A dead body?

I do not understand.

- Tormentors,
I eliminated lots of them.

I carried them in trunks,
refrigerators, Beaujolais barrels,

cellos,

but under a Scottish plaid,
in a convertible in broad daylight,

let me tell you
that it is rare.

Extremely rare.

- You're not from the police?

- Not precisely.
Pierre d'Héricourt de Saugnac.

Said Pierrot the Jester.

- Antoine Berger, sculptor.

- Nice to meet you.

- The pleasure is mine.

Stroke of luck that we are
between people of the world.

- Lucky for you
that we are between artists.

- In different specialties.

I slipped
giddily into yours.

- It's not a crime.

- He ...

- I understand myself.

Well, each in his branch.

My comrade Albert
will take matters in hand.

- Mr.
- Mr.

- It will transform your package into
fertilizer, cosmetics, vitamin C.

You will return
very quietly at home.

- Quietly?

You have the word for laughs.

I'm telling you no, no!

My wife is crazy.
Lovely, passionate, wonderful.

But completely crazy.

She only thinks of killing me.

And why?
IM asking you.

Mood incompatibility? No.
Jealousy? Nay.

For money.
- How?

-100 million dollars.
- And you say she's crazy?

$ 100 million.

You have a physique

kind, M. Antoine.

But at this price,
do an IFOP with the ladies.

From Nanterre to Vaugirard,
from the student to the housewife.

You are liquidated by absolute majority.

- But this is my car.

- Imagine that you have been seen driving.

- I see new relationships,
unplanned visits.

- I don't see a lot of clover.

- No.

But there are a lot of pikes.

- It's amazing, this lack of clover.

We should see money everywhere.

Did you beat well?

Didn't you skip the cup?

Excuse me, but it annoys me.

- What do you want?
Bream is brutal.

Do you want the glass ball?
- No.

- The checkered handkerchief,
the Mexican umbrella?

Or the small Shanghai tram.

- It's not okay, right?

- Well.

We are going to try the gypsy fan
and the countdown.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

You don't prefer the glass ball?

- No.

Do you know what would make me happy?

Is that you fired this cassowary,
because I can see nothing.

- Pity.

Because I see a man in danger.

- It is my husband.

My Antoine. My Toutounet.
He is sick?

- He is dead.

- This is the necropolis.

- The greenery, the "zozieaux".
All that I love.

This is...

- Virgilian.

- Do you want a cup of tea?

- Without disturbing?

- You never bother.

- So, with pleasure.

Well, this is it.
That's what I said.

- It changes everything.

A friend of yours?

- But absolutely not.

- I hope, little troublemaker,
that you have reasons.

- And apologies to present.

- I was not aiming sir,
but Sir.

- Ah, you believe me now.

- Who do you work for,
Mr. Distracted?

- Murder Incorporated.

- House founded in 1920.

- I am even more surprised.

This house employs
qualified personnel.

- I had my time.

I was passing with sir
a reclassification test.

Nowadays, in the frameworks,
over 45 ...

So what do we do?
Shall we put grass on it?

- It's not at Monsieur's
that we must seek such an idea.

- Exactly...

I have one.

But I'm looking for a title.

Beginning of Marseillaise

- As an undertaker, you are pathetic.
As a husband, there would surely be something to say.

But as a sculptor,
sir, you are huge.

- Really, a very small thing.

Minor work.

The hand remains skillful.

But the spirit is no longer there.

What time is it?

- 2 o'clock.

My wife never goes to bed
after midnight.

- Is she a sleeper?
- No, and that worries me.

"But in truth, I am waiting for him.

"With my heart.

"With my soul.

"And on the bridge of Reviens-t'en

"If this woman ever comes back

"I will tell him

"I am happy."

- Oh, you can tell.

- Apollinaire, the Song of the Mal-Aimé.

Armchair.

- My love, my youth,
my soul, my joy.

Where are you?

It is from me.

A little weaker.

- You need to sleep. Cloakroom.

I'll borrow your car.
My friends will bring it back to you tomorrow.

It is the heart that speaks to you.

I miss Freddy.

But i am proud

for working with you.

- The Medici villa.

- If you need a driver,
I'm free.

- You can not find
that you are exaggerating?

I let your superiors ban you
and history will judge you.

But, having regard to your infirmity,
I'll drop you off in town.

- Never more.

- I pay you to play.

I offer you my name, my super-tankers,
my island in the Aegean Sea.

I make you Duchess of Monte-Carlo,

Empress of the Cyclades.

- Oh, my Antoine.

My beloved.

- My little queen.

Oh there.

- A sculptor of genius.

Who made love ...

Like nobody.

I will never survive him.

Oh, I'm already dead.

You know what
I will do when leaving?

I am going to throw myself into the Garonne.

Yes.

The banks of the Garonne.

Golden sand.

Eucalyptus.

It is under a eucalyptus that Antoine
jumped at me for the first time.

The second time,
it was under an apple tree.

In Le Touquet.

Afterwards, it was everywhere.

I know all the trees
of the forest of Fontainebleau.

- Wonderful!

If you like botany,
there will be, for our wedding night,

a cedar from Lebanon.

In my personal Boeing.

- Never more I will climb trees.
Or the curtains.

I'm going to take the plunge like Ophelia.

Boy, a glass of water.

I have to get used to it slowly.

- Yes Yes.

- It is all dark.

- In Greek, light is called "illios".

I am the eagle of the seas,
and fabulously rich.

Want to see my check stubs?

- No!

I will not perish by water!

By fire!

Aim at the heart, moujik!

- I preferred that he did not see that.

But you, gentlemen,
look at it well.

For the first time,
a contract was not honored.

- O tempora.
- O mores.

Justice, be reassured,
has already passed in all its rigor.

Deleted for life
by the murder unions,

racketeering, prostitution,
drug,

by the friendly of thugs
and the mutual fund for rush traffickers,

the manager, who can always
register with the CGT,

rejected forever
in the world of cellars.

You have 24 hours
to wash away the affront.

I won't cut corners on the bonuses.

The reputation of the house is at stake,

and the honor of a pioneer.

- In short.

You can mourn
the brilliant artist and the dough

if you don't let go
Mr. Pierrot's criminals

against the assassins

of the Murder.

Yes, but for that,
I am afraid that it will be necessary to reveal

a little bit.

- My sound.

Denial sometimes takes
a sacred character.

Holy Scripture is full of them.
Especially yours.

I will only quote Joseph
sold by his brothers.

- About sale,
on the financial plan,

Mr. Pierrot could not have
extravagant demands?

(Together)
- AIE Aie Aie.

- M. Pierrot in fact
a matter of honor.

- My God.

My God.

Make him rise again.

- Stay where you are, don't move.

Don't touch anything.

- You are suspicious of me.

- Not at all.

- Wow.

To think I thought you were dead.

If you knew.

I was like crazy.

You will never guess
which I almost did.

- If, throw yourself into the Garonne.

- Oh, swear to me
that you will never leave me.

- It doesn't depend so much on me.

- If you only knew the sorrow I had.

Oh la la la la.

Even the Russians couldn't believe it.

- Russians?

- Yes, you know.

The Russians, what.

If you had seen me cry.

If you had heard me scream
I would have scared you.

- You're scaring me.

- Oh no, shut up.

Who is the new one?

- A driver.

- The gang to Mr. Rapha.

- No, the gang to Mr. Pierrot.

- Is that so.

My darling, the light.

Well, say so ...

Oh, well, honey.

Is that so.

- Oh dear.

- Oh, stop.

- Ah. Ah, that's funny.

- Wait, I have an idea.

- Yes. Oh...

Finally, these things,
it's always the same.

- Oh dear.
It's not reasonable.

- Hello?

May I speak
to Pierrot le Farceur?

Please.

- My little heart prefers
mirabelle or jasmine?

- It would not be wise if
the little heart gets used to dry bread?

How much are your purchases yesterday?

- Oh, barely 20,000 francs.

Cash drawer

- Liar.

- So what? I paid for everything.

By check.

- Without provisions.

With our marriage contract,
I can go down to the hole for 2 years.

Unless another hole
freshly dug greets me by then.

- You see.

One hole leading to another ...
I'll cancel Mr. Rapha.

- M. Rapha?

- A supplier, I told you about it.

Assassins who don't have
a night standard. It's a world.

Make me think of calling back.

- Yes, don't worry.

Hoot

- That one, I'm going to shoot him
Yeah yeah

This one, I'm going to kill it

Yeah yeah yeah

- We don't sing, it distracts the audience
who is more interested in history.

When you have to kill, you kill.

- Your eyes, beautiful Marquise ...

- No, don't call me that.

- Why?

- For nothing.

Beginning of Marseillaise

- Hey.

- From the rabiot.

- Too late, I have more plaster.

- Plaster can be bought.

- With money.

With checks.

The era of the grivèlerie is over.

- Oh, there, there, an artist
like you in embarrassment?

Sometimes my country hurts me.

You should be rich.

- Ah that, yes.

- Hey, oh.

- We talk.

- Alfonso Béretti.

Alfonso, Antoine, it's never that
names, identities, civil status.

- Once in a box ...

- One man is worth another.

And like the other,
it's Saint Gobain.

- I'm there!
Ah, my children, this is great.

I'll find it for you right away.

Honey, what do you think of Albert?

Oh damn, in principle
he is the future godfather of the children.

Well.

- Oh, there would be Uncle Leon.

It hunts the butterfly in Brazil.
We can't get him in for that.

Gaston!

But we will never be allowed to bury.
It is 1 meter 50.

So...

But then who?

- Listen, 5 minutes ago
that sir understood.

That I understood, and the public too.
You really are the queen of assholes.

- Oh....

Oh.

Oh oh oh.

Oh...

- Mr is interested?

- The model does not matter
as long as it's expensive.

And it has to be white.

France-Evening.

"Greater dead than alive."

They will do me the blow
of the Duke of Guise.

The bastards.

- In these cruel hours, you do
proof of dignity, courage ...

What an example.

But beware. You are young
and rich, perils await you.

Do you have plans
serious investments?

- Heaps.

- Home Sweet Home.

But beware.

This shot taken from a helicopter
required a gigantic budget.

We have collected
some authorized opinions.

Fan-tas-tic.

How could they do it?

- It's almost supernatural.

- Collect the fashion journals
in Madame's room.

And magazines

artistic in the bedroom
the driver.

You can.

- Can we come in?
- No.

- It's your journals.

- Place them at the door.
- What an egg.

- Yes?

- Madame's car is advanced.

- Your mustache is crooked.

It was a joke.

- If I laugh, it comes off.

- You are angry? Kiss Me.

- You want to send me to the assizes?

- And you in Carmel?

- You swore to have my head cut off?

- But no but no.

If I bite you, huh?

- It never happens.

- It's spring.

- Paris will be at my feet,
and I will mow the lawns.

And I'll wash the car.

- The good life
gives inhibitions.

Suppose we stayed and slept in Paris?

- It starts again?

You think of photographers,
hidden under the beds?

To your social position.

Ah.

Looked!

They will break it for me.
Watch out for Loulou!

- What Loulou?

- That of the window,
that gave me the most trouble.

Where was I?

- To my social position.

- I will be accused of having abused you.

- I can make an apology.

- What you annoy me!

Do you know the time?
- You're in a hurry?

I would do well

a little nap.

- You're welcome.

My presence here is quite unusual.

- Mademoiselle and Monsieur
will have coffee?

- Mademoiselle, no.
But Sir.

Surely.

I take a duck with him.

- You're doing it on purpose?

- You always offered me one.

- I was your husband.

You could besides
respect my memory.

- It's really annoying what you say.

- Good, no coffee.
The bill!

Butler.

* - This art, that we could

* designate as
the 3rd period of romanticism

“Burst in the middle of the era

* abstraction,
like a bomb.

* Mown in the prime of life,
Antoine Berger,

“Neglecting the frills
by a Michelangelo,

“Followed the royal road
traced by Praxiteles.

Marseillaise

- The Minister has just spoken.

- Rest.

- The minister just spoke about me.

The exhibition is a triumph.

I tell you that we will be
in New York next month. Looked.

When I say "we" ...

- You mean
the tape to Mr. Rapha.

- Bravo, it's a taste.

- Fuck myself!

I'm bored.

- Only one being is missing,
and everything is depopulated.

- Fuck myself.

I'm bored.

- However, if there is a person
who deserved to be happy ...

- Fuck myself.

Between us,
do you think it's an existence?

You knew Ouistiti.

Amazingly dynamic.

In the doorways, and everything.

I'm not inventing anything.

And now...

Yet I paddle like crazy.
Because I am a woman of homework.

Mainly of conjugal duty.

This time, Madame has gone all out.
But last attempt.

After that...

It will be the Garonne, or the ski teacher.

Someone's knocking at the door.

- Come in.

It's you.

What's the matter with you?

The light, good God!

- Why?

- The window is open.
This time, it's won.

Well done, thank you.

They must have seen us.

- Who?

- Everybody.

We are looked at from all sides.

With binoculars,
periscopes.

Telephoto lenses,
behind gates and windows.

You take me for a fool.

- But no, not for a fool.

For a sick person.

- It's 100% nympho.
She would have my head cut off.

Not out of spite.
She's not mean.

She is sick.

Who is it?

- The charming prince.

- You don't go out like that.

- Grandiose.

I know everything.
You are as rich as I am.

I was afraid of love marriage.

We'll do
a fantastic wedding

silver.

Gentlemen, O marvel, it is there.

I can announce
the fusion of sea eagle

with the inconsolable widow of the emulator

by the incomparable Rodin.

This is...

- Do not move.

- Not like that.

- Vertiginous.

- I am the girl who does tchi-tchi
My metal dress is tchi-tchi

Yes it is she who does tchi-tchi

With every move I make

When you won't hear it anymore

When she is silent

Is that I won't have it anymore

Is that I will be naked

- Who is this boy?

- This is my.

My driver.

- Ah! Let everyone have fun.

- For the staff, thank you.

- Attention, you will be
of immeasurable recklessness.

Excellent.

I will choose the weapons.

Perfect. My witnesses will be
at your house tomorrow morning.

- Honey.

Toutounet, I adore you.

- I pay you to play.

- This Alfonso, this cochet, this boor.

Splashing memory
by Antoine Berger.

Sacrilege, madam.

- I do not understand,
Mr. the Curator. I am confused.

Sorry. Appalled.
- Thank you.

15 days before the New York exhibition.

When our great man
was going to cross the Atlantic

on the wings of the Marseillaise.

The song was ordered.
- The song?

- Yes.

He hums the Marseillaise.

- Is that so.

You have an idea?
- None, Madam.

The carrots are cooked.

- But what to do?
- Regularize.

- That is to say?

- A sweet girl would marry her driver,
we could see it as a provocation.

But you are young,
that would be nice.

Let's make the marriage coincide
with an ash transfer.

The ceremony could take place
in Sainte-Geneviève, it is nearby.

- We will get married in Saint-Geneviève,
it's next to.

- We will cross the Atlantic
on the wings of the Marseillaise.

- Another music.

- We hoped to end like this?

- Yes.

-"Yes"? Well no.

It would be a little too convenient.

- It would happen a pain
that it wouldn't surprise me.

- That's it, we're going to live again
exhilarating hours.

- The little mole

dug, dug up,

examined.

Parisian cemeteries
are full of the unexpected.

Hey!

- Ben!

- What was I saying?

- The Parisian cemeteries
are full of the unexpected.

- Exact.

There are people there
who should be elsewhere,

and not those who should be there.

I want to talk about that unfortunate Alfonso.

But I could also talk
of the 12 apostles.

- Leave, please,
religion aside.

- I want to leave everything aside.

Religion, sculpture, the police.

Ah.

In your opinion, like this,
at first glance ...

How much can I steal you?

- I thought the blackmailers
had scales.

Mimeographed rates.

- Me, it's special. I begin.

- When we don't know,
old man, we're making inquiries.

Your hesitations border on

ridicule. Worst :

inconvenience.

- I believe you are right.

I'm going to pipe myself.

Like that,
according to a first survey,

I could accept
100 million without falling.

- You should resume
a little behind.

- In America,
you would be asked for double.

I announced a lump sum,
but credit is in fashion.

We can make a long term payment.

100 million in twelve installments.

You wouldn't notice.
Like a TV.

It's tempting.

No children.

No dependents.

Deep down, if I was sure to touch
a pension until my death,

a curatorial retreat
police, for example.

Or station master, even.

- It's nice.

But without scale.

- By doing it now,

we could not be ready for
a big thing at the Salon d'Automne?

"Abdelkader's La Smala."
Or "The Retreat from Russia."

- It's perfectly possible.

- You don't fear
a shortage of raw materials?

- Any.

Through the countless
vicissitudes of France,

the percentage of pissers
is the only one who has never fallen.