Original subtitles

Restoration and digitization carried out

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HER FIRST AFFAIR

ORPHANAGE FOR GIRLS

- Miss! - What?

Angèle has fainted.

Again? That's the second time on a walk.

PHOTO BOOTH

Miss, will it take much longer?

Just this one lady.

Come on.

Really, what a way to behave!

Her cheeks are red. I don't understand.

- You're slapping her. - No, I'm tapping her

so that she wakes up.

Miss?

Passport or identity card?

I don't have an identity card.

I mean the photo, is it for a passport or an identity card?

It's for my face, no lower than that.

Here we go, keep quite still.

Head to the right, to the left.

Straight ahead.

That's it.

What do you mean? I wanted to pose.

Then you need a photographer.

Come on.

Well? Feeling better?

Yes, miss, much better.

Let's go, children.

Thank you.

Don't ask me again. I've been slapped so many times,

I thought I'd faint for real.

You can have my dessert.

- Did you get the photos? - Yes.

- Are they good? - I don't know.

- Not eating? - No.

- Sad to be leaving? - I don't know.

Micheline, you promised me your dessert.

Life begins for me tomorrow.

I'll never sleep in the dormitory again.

I can go to the cinema, read novels, wear make-up.

And go to patisseries to eat cakes.

When will it be my turn?

Pass me your bread.

What'll you eat tomorrow?

Nothing but desserts.

Ladies...

I hadn't finished eating.

Tomorrow is the day when one of you is leaving us.

I'm not left unmoved

when I see a young lady on whom we have lavished our attention

embarking on the great adventure of life.

I'm hungry.

We have prepared your future

to help you take your first steps in life.

Which brings me to the matter of material baggage.

Your fellow pupil Henriette takes with her her nest egg,

which amounts to 650 francs.

And so, as you leave us for good

with the carefree ingratitude of youth,

the orphanage continues to cast

its protective shadow on you.

I'm starving.

Now we will sing for your fellow pupil Henriette

our farewell song.

May our farewells gladden your heart

You who were our sister

Life will tomorrow take your hand

And show you the way of destiny

But every day, our wishes

Will give proof of our hope

The abandoned bird enters our nest

Nestled under its wing

But it flies away when jealous time

Takes it far away from us

May flowers bedeck

The road that lies ahead of you...

It goes without saying that we envy

our dear Henriette

as she embarks on that great journey of life.

Silence, ladies.

But you're not leaving without biscuits.

If need be, you've 650 francs to buy some.

But don't spend your 650 francs on cakes,

as Angèle would.

Or on lipstick like Léontine. Save your money

to go to the cinema and admire the romantic male leads.

Silence.

We hope you'll be very happy.

And if you see the orphanage's protective shadow

inching towards you, run away very, very fast!

Now we will sing for Henriette our farewell song.

1, 2, 3, 4.

May our farewells gladden your heart

You who were our sister

We must grasp with joy

The day of our liberation

Let us sing before you leave us

And down with Old Mother Christophine

No more homework No more dormitory

No more having to walk slowly

Happiness is ours Pleasure is ours

Dancing and cinema, here we come

Loving, dancing, singing our hearts out

That's the life we dream of

And down with Old Mother Christophine

Well, ladies, what's all this racket?

If I hear any more noise, I'll tell the headmistress.

I thought I heard singing from the Saint-Eulalia dormitory.

That's impossible, madam. It was perfectly quiet just now.

Be very careful.

It always gets lively the night before someone leaves.

So watch out.

They're already young women.

They're no longer orphans.

Those are the ones who most need a mother.

And aren't we here for them?

- Good night, Miss Marie. - Good night, madam.

You asleep?

I can't. I've got too much to think about.

My last night here after 12 years. It's quite something.

- Can I get in? - Yes.

As you'll be free tomorrow,

can you post this letter?

- Is it a secret letter? - Yes.

- About the orphanage? - No, I don't mention it.

- Is it a love letter? - No.

You can tell me.

I'm leaving so I won't tell.

Show me the address.

There's no name on it. It'll never get there.

It's a box number. I'm writing via a newspaper.

Is he a journalist?

No. He put in an ad that I read by chance.

Saying what?

"Loving heart lacking affection seeks soulmate for correspondence."

- So I wrote to him. - And he answered?

Yes, once. Poste restante.

- Angèle helped me get it. - What did he say?

Lots of wonderful things, signed "Your Mystery Man".

- He could have used his name. - "Your Mystery Man" is much nicer.

- I call myself: "Disenchanted Girl". - Be careful.

He may just want a fling.

No. His letters are very proper. He writes so well.

He uses very refined language.

He's definitely someone of quality, maybe noblility.

Does he know you're an orphan?

No. He thinks I'm a society girl.

It won't lead anywhere. You don't even know his name.

That's just it. I have no-one else to write to.

It's so sad never to receive any letters,

not to have anyone who cares.

- Did he send a photo? - No. I didn't ask him to.

I prefer to imagine what he looks like.

He asked for mine, though. I got one thanks to Angèle.

Show me.

It didn't come out well at all.

I was afraid Christophine would notice and was nervous.

I'll give you my dessert.

No.

Please.

I'll give you my dessert all week.

No. If I keep fainting,

I'll end up getting sick for real.

There's a letter waiting for me. It could change my life for good.

- Ask someone else. - No, they'll think it's an epidemic!

And you faint so well. You're talented.

You'll make a great actress someday.

There's the post office. Please do it.

- Think of your dessert. - It's the last time.

I swear. Go on.

Right.

Micheline, where are you going?

- To get her some water. - No need.

I have my smelling salts.

Out of the way, girls.

Monday 26th May 1941

Tuesday 3rd June 1941

Where's Micheline? Stop.

Angèle, where's Micheline?

I don't know, miss.

- You don't? - I wasn't paying attention.

Really?

Then you'll be punished for not telling me.

If she's not back by this evening,

the police will be informed.

Now get inside.

It's outrageous!

Appalling behaviour.

Still nothing, madam.

She didn't just disappear.

She had an accomplice waiting.

If she had hidden letters,

she's taken them with her.

She was using perfume,

like a streetwalker.

Why keep this newspaper?

It's open on the small-ads page.

Angèle, what was she reading in this paper?

I don't know, madam.

She must have told you what she was up to.

I don't know what's in the paper.

When we turned the corner,

I realised she wasn't with us but I thought she'd catch us up.

Then we'll catch up with her.

I guarantee she won't get far.

With no money and no ID,

there's no hope of escaping our benign supervision.

Remember that.

- May our farewells... - What are you doing?

Who asked you to sing?

- Is this the 6th floor? - Yes. 193 steps. That's life.

So when you left the post office, the girls had gone?

Yes.

- And you were scared? - Of the supervisor.

I wandered around. I slept under a carriage entrance.

Have you eaten?

I couldn't. I spent my money retrieving the letter.

But how will you get by without money?

I've my gold cross, but it's a souvenir of my mother.

I don't have much to offer you, but you're welcome to it.

Thanks, I'm not hungry.

I'd like a piece of paper and a pencil.

- What for? - To write to...

Your Mystery Man, yes. Sit down.

The letters had been there a week. I have to reply.

He'll wait.

The fashion models say you have to play hard-to-get.

Not with him. He's a gentleman.

- He waits for me at the Moulin Joli. - What's that?

A café where we arranged 10 meet,

several days ago. - Several days?

And you didn't go right away?

I didn't dare.

I don't want him to see me as I am.

So I'll tell him to stop writing to me.

When I go back to the orphanage, they'll watch me like a hawk.

You're going back?

I have to. I'm alone with no money.

You can stay here.

I'd like to.

But they'll look for me, ask questions.

You'll get into trouble. It's better I go back.

And give up your mystery man?

Yes.

Then again...

Listen to his last letter. It's hidden in my hat.

"You can imagine

"my disappointment at receiving no reply from you.

"Every day I wait for you in the café,

"whence I write to you, each time with more sadness.

- "Would that you..." - What?

"Would that you stayed but a moment,

"I should be both grateful and devoted.

"I beg of you, attempt the impossible

"and grant me the gift of your presence."

He writes so well.

Listen to this.

"For a refined young lady as I imagine you to be,

"it is difficult to escape one's obligations.

"But your gesture will be all the more appreciated

"by the one who is already very attached to you.

"Your Mystery Man."

If a man wrote to me like that, I'd go straightaway.

Don't you want to meet him?

Of course I do. But he thinks I'm a society girl.

If he knew I came from an orphanage...

You may be missing out on love.

I've got it.

I've an idea

how you can see him before returning to the orphanage.

How's that?

- Wear April Smile. - What's that?

It's a dress from the collection, simple and chic.

You can wear that.

But that's theft.

You can return it and I'll put it back in the changing room.

That's what the models do.

You'd do that for me?

That's wonderful! You're a darling.

But be careful. Don't take any risks.

He's a well-brought up boy.

I meant the dress. Don't stain it.

- I could lose my job. - Don't worry. You're an angel.

- That's the Moulin Joli. -So it is.

- Did you catch the dress? - No, that's why I didn't sit down.

You look great.

I saw a billionaire's daughter in a salon,

and you're smarter than her.

- You think? - Yes.

Off you go.

Wait a second. What'll he think of me?

A man in love never thinks.

But how will I recognise him?

He has your photo. He'll recognise you.

So I go in, he comes over, kisses my hand...

No. The models say men never kiss a girl's hand.

Then I go in, he shakes my hand...

And then?

He'll talk. You won't even have time to answer.

- Men in love talk a lot! - You think?

That's what the models say.

Right. See you later, then.

I'm so scared.

I go in, kiss his hand... No, he shakes my hand...

- Right. - Off you go.

- We'll need a drink. - The man should pay the bill.

But what does a society girl drink?

True.

- Ask for a "Manhattam". - A what?

It's a cocktail.

Gisele always says she's been drinking "Manhattams".

She always goes out with posh men,

so it must be sophisticated.

What'll it be for the young lady?

Give me a "Manho"... No. I'm waiting for someone.

Sure you are.

Did you take the back room's order?

She's waiting for someone.

The other guy's been nursing his drink for 2 hours.

Some clientele we have.

It's not a café, it's a waiting room!

Excuse me, miss.

I don't usually approach young girls on their own,

but unless someone's playing a trick on me, I think...

Perhaps you'll understand if you'd take a look at this photo.

- That is you, isn't it? - Yes.

Have no fear, miss.

You're very pretty and very young.

Really very young.

- I must be a disappointment. - No.

No matter. I can see it in your eyes.

Rest assured, miss.

You are indeed the one, but I am not.

- It wasn't you waiting for me? - No.

Did you ever believe it was?

No.

Thank you.

I was waiting for you, but for someone else,

who is young and handsome.

He's the one who placed the ad.

He arranged to meet you here.

May I?

Only he had to leave urgently.

So I came to take his place.

Pity. I may not be able to come again.

- He'll be devastated. - You think?

Especially when I tell him how pretty you are.

He imagined you to be less stunning in appearance.

That's why he continued to write.

Your photo made you more accessible.

It's true the photo was awful.

Indeed.

May I buy you an aperitif, to toast the Mystery Man?

I'd like that.

- Waiter? - At your service.

What would you like?

A "Manhottam".

- A what? - A "Manhottam".

I see.

- I'll have a Dubonnet. - Very good, sir.

Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself.

Nicolas Rougemont.

A Dubonnet and a "Manitan".

- A what? - A "Manitan" or a "Marnitane".

We don't have it.

Who ordered that? The guy in the back?

He's a one-off.

No, the girl with him.

He's trying to pick her up.

He's old enough to be her father.

How did you envisage your Mystery Man?

Young, kind...

- And handsome? - Yes, I think so.

Rest assured, he's a fine boy

from a good family.

I can tell from his letters he's educated.

He writes well.

Just like in the novels.

I've rarely...

We're right out of "Marnitane".

So I brought you two Dubonnets. All right?

There.

Are you disappointed?

I drink "Manitames" every day. It makes a change.

No, I meant by me.

Sorry.

Judging by the letters...

You expected a handsome young man.

When you saw me, you felt like running away.

I felt intimidated.

It's the first time a man has approached me like that.

It's my first date.

Your first date?

I'm sorry I spoiled such a precious memory.

You don't scare me now. You're kind.

Yes, I'm quite harmless.

But men my age don't place newspaper ads,

nor have they the physique to attract young girls.

That's true.

Did you know about the letters?

I took them all to the post office.

I'm his closest friend, the only one he told.

I should be going.

They watch my every move at home.

- I gave my governess the slip. - Then I won't keep you.

Sorry.

There's my bus.

- Let me call a cab. - No, really.

Pierre wouldn't want me to let you go.

- Pierre? - Your Mystery Man.

He's called Pierre?

We hardly had time to talk about him.

Taxi!

Where do you live?

I...

- Boulevard Suchet. - What number?

17.

17, boulevard Suchet.

We're here already. What a pity.

But thank you on his behalf for coming.

He'll be very touched.

When I describe his Disenchanted Girl,

he'll want to meet you.

I bet he's not her father.

He's not getting out.

Time for discretion.

I won't be able to come again. That was my first and last date.

But surely you can get away just once more?

- Are your parents that strict? - I have no parents.

Forgive me.

You didn't mention that in your letters.

I lied.

I'm not a society girl. I don't live here.

I've never tasted a "Manhattam".

No!

I can't lie any more. You must know the truth.

I escaped from an orphanage. This dress was lent to me,

but not by its owner.

She's not getting out either.

He's going to give me his address.

There's no reason to cry.

You invented a life to make reality more bearable.

- It's the reformatory for me. - You're going back?

- I must, and tonight. - What, at this hour?

It will be light tomorrow. They'll be more indulgent with you.

Avenue des Peupliers in Saint-Cloud, after the park.

Right.

Where are you taking me?

- Don't be afraid. - But I am.

- Of me? - Yes. No.

Am I so terrifying?

It's the first time I've been in a taxi, with a man.

Two men. There's the driver, and there's even a dog.

It sure is deserted round here.

- How much? - 36 francs.

Here you are. Keep the change.

Here we are.

Come in.

- Where to? - My home.

- But... - Come on.

Trying to buy my silence...

- Let me go. - Be sensible.

- Call back the taxi. - It's gone.

- I'll walk. - You'll get lost,

and spooked when crossing the park.

Just calm down, Micheline.

You know my name?

Yes. I took all Pierre's letters to the post office.

And you read them?

Yes. Pierre showed them to me.

The fact that Pierre trusts me should reassure you.

- Ow! - Are you hurt?

No. I caught my dress.

No, it's fine.

Absolutely fine.

Come on.

- Are we nearly there? - Yes, behind the trees.

Here we are.

Well, come in, then.

- So this is where you live? - Yes.

- Do you live alone? - Yes, at the moment.

Is your wife away?

No.

I'm not married.

I haven't found the right woman.

And when I think I have, it always ends badly.

Sit down.

I'll find you something to eat.

No, thank you, I'm not hungry.

Would you like a drink?

No. I'd like to go.

You're still afraid?

I shouldn't have come with you. I'm just a young girl.

If anyone finds out I'm here, we'll both be disgraced.

Let me go back to the orphanage, I beg of you.

You are a young girl, it's true.

It's as though you had entered the home of an ogre.

A good night's sleep will do you good.

Oh, no, I can't!

In any case, I won't be able to sleep.

I'll wait here until dawn.

I'll lie fully dressed on the sofa.

On the sofa, that'll be... much better.

But you'll crease your dress.

You should take it off, and soon.

No. I don't want to take off my dress.

The room I'm offering you isn't mine.

You've no reason not to accept it.

My bedroom is here, yours is there.

Pierre's room.

- Pierre's room? - Yes.

- He lives here? - Yes, in this room.

Don't you want to see his room?

It's only a young man's room, but it's not bad.

It's the room of your Mystery Man.

Goodnight, Micheline. Sleep well.

Go!

Come in.

Wait a moment.

Wait. Open it when I tell you.

Come in.

Why are you hiding?

I went too fast. Turn around.

All right.

Did you sleep well?

Where am I?

In the house of Mr Nicolas Rougemont,

teacher of literature at the College Napoléon,

whose pupils you can hear on the sports field.

This school is equal to any other, in France or abroad.

Why didn't you tell me last night?

There was no point.

It's wonderful.

Fancy being a pupil here!

I hope you like coffee with milk.

With butter and jam!

It's the first time I've had breakfast in bed.

It's wonderful.

What's that?

Sport time is over. The pupils are returning to class.

Is Pierre a teacher?

No, he was a pupil here.

He's brilliant at maths.

I have to go. My lesson is after their shower.

Just a word of advice: be very careful.

You mustn't be seen. This is a boys' school.

I have to go back to the orphanage anyway.

We'll discuss that later. Bon appétit.

APPLAUD, CITIZENS

Gentlemen, I regret to inform you

that for the first time in the history of our school...

Founded by Pepin the Short.

...our esteemed teacher, Mr Nicolas Rougemont...

- Known as the Clown. - ...is late.

We've been waiting for him for 10 minutes.

Here he comes!

Quiet, everyone.

- Nicolas... - Oh! Haul me up

So that I may see the rockets fly

Nicolas lifted me up

And I saw the rockets fly

The first rocket.

Bang!

Bam!

I spoke to you last time about the rather unmethodical

yet brilliant author, Cardinal de Retz.

Chum!

Today I'll talk about the charming,

the inimitable, the immortal Jean de La Fontaine.

Taine!

A sublime body of work, but...

Butt!

I am particularly fond of his fables,

in which he gave voice to the animals.

Take your time, Mr Xavier.

We're in no hurry. Wipe your brow,

if you're too warm.

Well?

B-A... B-A...

What's B-A? It's what a sheep says.

- Have you done this problem? - Yes, sir.

So how is it

you write so illuminatingly of the external bisecting tangent,

yet at the blackboard you've no idea?

I'm led to believe someone else did your homework.

I can explain, sir.

It seems it's confession time.

Yes. My brother helps me.

Your brother? And what does he do?

- He's an engineer. - Of course he is!

Give him my compliments.

I too had my brother do my homework

while I wrote poetry

for a young actress.

- Not eating at the canteen? - Not today.

No, young man. The pupils take the stairs.

The handrail's for the teachers.

Oh, my word!

If anyone heard you, it would be a disaster.

- Is my voice that bad? - On the contrary,

but the pupils might hear you.

It's kind of you to make lunch.

- How did you do it? - I found a tin of cassoulet.

- Are you hungry? - Yes, my appetite has come back.

- The table isn't laid. - I'm going to eat in the kitchen.

Nonsense! we'll have lunch together.

- I've broken a dish. - Never mind.

I'm a little overwrought,

and it slipped out of my hands.

Did the cassoulet fall on the floor?

- No. - Then everything's fine.

Let's eat.

It smells good, doesn't it?

Hide in your room.

I'll get rid of them.

- Shall I put it in the oven? - No, I won't be a moment.

- Are you alone? - Yes.

Then let me in.

I won't keep you. I'm late for the canteen.

I heard your lesson on La Fontaine

was a big success.

- Please. - That's not why I came.

- Are we friends? - Yes.

Then help me out.

- You need money? - No.

No, I need to keep Sunday free.

I'm on duty. Can you cover for me?

Fine. Goodbye.

Thank you. You're a real gent.

I'll confide in you.

I have a date with a woman.

Yes, I guessed as much.

Not the same one as before.

No. She's out of my life. Forgotten about.

She talked trigonometry to me. Can you imagine?

No. This one is a ravishing creature.

She's a musician.

I met her on Sunday, at a Mozart recital.

As the Marriage of Figaro opened, so did her heart.

Music and women, that's all there is in life.

So thanks, old chap. I'm going to eat now.

Two places?

- Are you expecting someone? - No, no.

- A woman? - A woman, here? Are you mad?

No, I thought Pierre would be back today.

It smells good.

You helped me, I'll help you

by taking Pierre's place.

The canteen food is dreadful.

It will teach them a lesson.

It smells good.

- Are you sulking? - No, no.

Is it because they teased you in class?

It's not that.

What do you expect? You don't know how to handle them.

This cassoulet is good.

You're a wonderful teacher,

but you don't assert yourself.

With children and women alike, you have to be masterful.

You have to charm them.

Some people want to be feared. I want to be liked.

I'm a good friend to them.

But you couldn't choose,

so they make fun of you.

It's not pleasant.

Whereas they've adopted me.

They obey me more than anyone else.

Not eating?

No, I'm not hungry.

It's even better warmed over.

Well, I must be going.

I have to telephone my date.

Her husband has lunch out, so now's my chance.

Pity. I'd have liked to finish the cassoulet.

But it can't be helped.

Goodbye, old chap, and thanks.

- Can I have my napkin? - Oh, sorry.

Goodbye, and thanks. Must be going.

I'm sorry, that was a colleague.

I should have eaten in the kitchen.

Come to the table.

Why are you wearing your nice dress?

Because I'm leaving.

What's that?

I can't stay here. You'll get into trouble.

You still have time.

And Henriette needs her dress back.

I promised I'd return it straightaway.

She could lose her job.

Lose her job...

You can't leave now. Everyone would see you.

I really have to return the dress.

I'll take it myself.

Give it to me. It won't take long in a taxi.

- You'll... - Yes, yes.

And if you really want to go back to the orphanage,

I'll take you there tonight.

- Where does she live? - 17 rue des Petite-Champs.

- What's her name? - Henriette Lefranc.

And bring me back my dress, the one from the orphanage.

Of course.

Be careful, Micheline.

Don't sing, and don't stand near the window.

I think I've brought everything.

Your hat, your gloves...

your dress,

your cape and your belt.

I'll go and get dressed.

Did Henriette have any problems because of me?

She did, but not because of the dress.

They questioned her about you. She said she hadn't seen you.

She's afraid for you.

When you get back, they'll send you to a reformatory.

Fugitives are put on trial, it seems.

The longer you stay missing, the harsher the punishment.

I'm responsible. I shoudn't have brought you here.

I'm not worried about myself. I don't matter.

But you were so pitiful.

A poor young girl.

I don't want to go back.

Anything but the reformatory.

I've done nothing wrong. I want to get away.

Where?

I don't know. But don't abandon me.

Keep me with you. I won't be any trouble.

Tell people I'm family, your niece, anything.

But just keep me here.

You can't let me go to prison like a criminal.

I just replied to Pierre.

He's the one responsible.

If he was here, I'm sure he'd defend me.

You're his friend. Don't turn me in.

I risked everything to see him. Yet I haven't seen him.

If I go back there, I never will. Never.

He won't be able to write.

No-one will know what happened to me.

Rescue me.

Don't cry, Micheline.

You can stay here.

Really?

Yes, but you must be very careful.

I adore you. I adore you.

Now, now, calm down.

Stay there.

I've been thinking it over, too.

I couldn't bear seeing you locked up.

So I bought you these dresses.

It's not April Smile.

But it'll be nicer than your uniform.

It must have been expensive.

What's important is that you like them.

It's the first present I've ever had.

They must be by

a famous brand. - You could say that.

I'll be forever grateful.

I'll go and try one on.

What was that?

It was me.

I broke a dish, you broke a vase.

Oh, my lesson!

It's the second time today I'll be late.

And me the model of punctuality!

I have to go! See you tonight.

What's that?

Can I come in?

Yes.

- You've finally woken up? - The bed is so comfortable.

It's 11 o'clock.

- Why aren't you in class? - It's Sunday.

Oh, that's right. I'd forgotten.

For me, every day is Sunday here.

- Is that Mass? - Yes, the 11 o'clock one.

A big Mass, for rich people.

It's the first time I'll miss it.

How elegant you are!

- Sunday best. - Going out?

Yes. No, I'm standing in for Roland, on duty.

- If you were feeling kind... - Then what?

You'd show me around, as no-one's here.

No, that's impossible.

There are still people around: those on detention, sick pupils...

You must remain a prisonner, I'm afraid.

Pity.

If I was seen showing a girl around, there'd be a scandal.

Then let's say no more about it. I'll get dressed.

When the time of the cherries comes again

The mocking blackbirds

Will be revelling

The pretty girls

Will be in a reckless mood

And the amorous boys

With sun in their hearts

I'm dressed,

but not in a dress.

Well, well! You look amazing.

I'm the new boy, sir.

Pierre is much taller than you. What did you do?

I tucked it all in.

Now for your decision. Can we go, or not?

We can.

After you, sir, please.

Up there are the dormitories and lecture theatres.

The classrooms are on the right.

Are you on duty again?

Yes, I'm showing a new pupil around.

Looks like a girl.

A girl?

What the...? You're smoking?

It makes me look more masculine.

Well, really!

Here we are.

It's lovely.

It must be nice having lessons here.

Today I'm going to talk about the novelist George Sand,

who was in the habit

of dressing as a man and smoking cigars.

Like me?

De Vaugelas, don't interrupt the teacher.

- Who's de Vaugelas? - You.

You're in his seat, anyway.

"J De V."

Jean de Vaugelas.

They all carve their initials.

And the crown?

He's Viscount de Vaugelas.

So young and already a viscount.

"C. L."

Chauveau-Laplace. Son of a Banque-de-France manager.

"M de W", with a crown again.

Baron Max de Watremont.

They're all nobles or millionaires.

It must be nice teaching pupils from good families.

They must be well brought up. I bet they like you.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nicolas's leaving his house.

He's looking fine. Somebody's changed him.

There he is.

Look out!

Quiet. Are you ready?

Nicolas... Oh! Haul me up

So that I may see the rockets fly

Nicolas hauled me up

And I saw the rockets fly

First rocket.

Bang... Bam!

What a lovely blue.

That's very good.

De Watremont, you're making good progress.

Congratulations, it's very good.

But you could've made my nose funnier. Like this.

What do you think?

- Are you Mr Pierre? - Yes.

I'm Micheline.

Sorry, I splattered you.

It doesn't matter.

I wasn't expecting you yet.

I'm sure you weren't.

- What a surprise. - For me, too.

- Do you recognise me? - Yes... No, not at all.

Of course not. My photo was a disaster.

What must I look like?

I'll only be a minute.

Take your time.

- You're just as I imagined. -I am?

Even better, in fact.

Thanks very much.

I saw your car outside.

I slipped out between lessons.

You look well. This is a surprise.

- You weren't due for a week. - Shall I go?

Don't be silly.

- So, what's new? - Everything's fine.

- What's going on? - Nothing.

You're very smart.

- Did you get bored while I was away? - A little.

Did you teach her to play belote?

Who?

Well...

You know?

She sleeps in my bed and washes in my bathtub.

- I can explain. - Tell her to clear out.

- I can't! - I'll do it, then.

- Pierre, she's a good girl. - Don't give me the cousin routine.

I don't know the cousin routine.

- Her name's Micheline. - I know.

She was expecting me later. I'm just like she imagined.

- Better, even. She's crazy. - No, it's a long story.

Then tell me.

You'll be off to naval college soon. I'll be on my own.

So you found a nice chick to console you!

No, Pierre. That's not my way.

But I put an ad in the paper to find a penpal.

- You did? - Yes, and I got some replies.

Some of them were mad, obviously.

But one of them was very touching,

signed "Disenchanted Girl". - Disenchanted?

So I wrote to her.

I thought she was a grown woman, the way she wrote.

I wanted to meet her, so I invited her to a café.

A café!

- You went to a café? - Yes.

I should have left as she was much too young and pretty for me.

But I told her I was there in place of someone else.

Who?

Well, you.

You're nuts!

Thanks, but I'll tell her...

No, Pierre. Don't do that.

There's more that you don't know.

Give me time to find a solution.

- What then? - You can go.

You only have to lie for 24 hours.

She's an orphan on the run.

Allow me to introduce your "Mystery Man".

Pierre Mortemard.

We've already met.

I must have appeared stupid to Miss...

- Micheline. - Yes. To Micheline.

He's very shy.

Unfortunately, he's leaving tonight.

- Already? - Yes. He'll explain.

I'll be late for my lesson again.

I'll leave you to it.

Yes, I'm leaving tonight. Or rather I was going to.

- It's not essential... - It's because of me.

I took your room.

No, it's not that.

Then I've disappointed you.

It's me.

If you'd been waiting for me in the café,

my first date would have been wonderful.

My heart was pounding as I went in.

But I didn't see you.

And then you arrived so suddenly, I had no time to get flustered.

Now I've had that effect on you. How funny.

Shall we sit down?

Yes. Let's sit down.

It's always the same when you think about things in advance.

I was thinking: "Will he be short or tall?"

And you'd be thinking: "Will she be pretty or ugly?

"Will she have a cute little mouth or one like a tunnel entrance?"

- No. - No, of course not.

Your vocabulary is more refined.

- You write so well. - Really?

In your fourth letter,

there was a phrase that was so lovely and hard to write:

"I should be glad if you would acquiesce..."

Sorry.

"I should be glad if you would acquiesce to a meeting..."

"In which we may compare our desires

"and perhaps pave the way toward a common destiny."

It's beautiful.

Did I really write that?

- Had you forgotten? - I confess I had.

But enough of me. Let's talk about you.

Oh, me...

Nicolas will have told you that I'm not an officer's daughter.

I was in an orphanage, from which I escaped.

But I'm doing all the talking.

Henriette said that was the man's role.

She also told me to allow myself to be kissed.

I don't mean right away.

But I see that I'm in no danger of that.

Sorry.

She also said I'd feel a thrill.

- She did? - Yes.

- But you didn't? - No.

Well, I didn't notice one.

But it was very nice all the same.

You're staying for dinner?

- She's a lovely girl. - You're not leaving?

She's charming.

- You changed your mind? - You bet.

Don't get any ideas about her.

She's still a young girl, pure and innocent.

- An unsullied creature. - Just like me.

I'm neither a gigolo nor a cad.

Gentlemen, dinner is served.

Bother!

- Who can that be? - No doubt the cassoulet lover.

If he stays too long, the lamb will be burnt.

Pierre, I'm so glad to see you. I saw your car.

I thought... Oh, that's kind. You've laid a place for me.

Forgive us, but you're not our guest.

I'm not?

- No. - No.

What a pity. It smells so good.

It smells like lamb with garlic.

- Yes. - Yes.

It's such a shame. I adore lamb.

Are you waiting for a friend? Is it de Watremont?

No, it's... He's not from the school.

Nicolas, I found that Térence you were after.

The bookshop wanted a fortune for it.

I went back four times.

The sales assistant is very cute.

I'll bring it round later.

No, don't bother. I'll come to you.

Meanwhile,

Pierre can stay and chat to... your friend.

Bon appétit.

Enjoy your lamb.

Give my apologies to... your friend.

Goodbye.

He's gone.

Just in time, for the lamb.

You already said grace.

Oh, yes, you're right.

But this dinner deserves it. I'm so happy.

Pierre's not leaving.

Yes, I decided to stay. There's the school library...

But what will we do about the sleeping arrangements?

- I'll sleep on the sofa. - No, I'll sleep on the sofa.

No, I'll take the sofa.

- I should be the one. - No, I'm the intruder.

Let's draw lots.

- No, I want the sofa. - Over my dead body!

- What if you slept together? - The sofa's too small.

- No, in Pierre's bed. - I don't fancy sleeping with a man.

Pierre, mind what you say.

Make up the sofa

and you can take it in turns.

- No! - Why not?

It's ridiculous.

You should have been up ages ago.

I'm thinking...

- About your problems? - About Micheline.

Naturally.

I'm sorry I brought her here. You're neglecting your studies.

I worked till late.

Because you spent all day with Micheline doing housework.

It's naval college you're going to, not catering college.

Are you spying on me?

- Nicolas? - What?

Give me Micheline's letters so I don't look a fool.

Not on your life. They're mine.

They were meant for me.

- But I replied to them. - Instead of me.

As I don't know what I wrote,

you might at least let me read them.

And the photo.

I don't know what I did with it. I must have lost it.

It was a dreadful photo, anyway.

"I went to the post office yesterday,

"but there was nothing.

"And what was a lovely day suddenly turned dark."

"I went out for a walk,

“for which your letter would have been the reward.

"I left very sad,

"like an orphan in uniform walking in line

"for a healthy walk..."

Do you read my letters often?

Do you read mine?

I know them by heart.

"When I received your letter,

"I started to tremble

"with regret at not being able to meet you.

"I should be glad if you..." - I know that part.

That's right.

- You seem ashamed of them. - Do I let my letters down?

Not at all. You're even nicer than they are.

No-one else could've written them.

Want to take a bath first or second?

- It's up to you. - Together?

No, the bathtub's too small.

Listen! Listen.

Let's break his chair.

That way, when he sits down, he'll end up on the floor!

- Is that a record? - No, it's the radio.

But it's a woman's voice.

For real!

No cleaning lady ever sang like that!

Hot and cold water and women on every floor. Nice!

Shut up!

That's Her First Affair.

Mystery Man with a crazy dream

May your reveries bring us

The joy of a lifelong love

- That first affair... - Where's that coming from?

Thanks for the book.

It's wonderful. Listen!

When Father Time one bright spring day

Makes a simple child

Into not quite a woman

In the blue dream of a joyous future

Closing her eyes

She sighs

To the depths of her soul

Oh!

How sweet and unnerving it must be

That first affair

Where the heart, weary of beating alone

Flies off trembling into the unknown

Mystery Man with a crazy dream

May your reveries bring us

The joy

Of a lifelong love

That first

Affair

A burgeoning love is a first novel

In which the author plays

With the hero

One never knows if he'll be happy or sad

But one urgently wants

To turn the pages

How sweet and unnerving it must be

That first affair

Where the heart, weary of beating alone

Flies off trembling into the unknown

Mystery Man

With the crazy dream

May your reveries bring us

The joy of a lifelong love

That first...

You're both mad, singing with the window open!

Do you want to get me fired?

- Up already? - Long since.

You're making an effort. That's good.

But today's Sunday.

I already thought of that. I'm going out.

- With friends? - No, with Micheline.

- Are you joking? - Not at all.

It's bad for Micheline's health to be cooped up here.

She's never complained.

I try to make her life pleasant.

But she needs air. At her age...

She can't go out of the school.

I'll bring the car round, we'll jump straight in.

- You can't do that! - Why not?

- There's no risk. - I forbid it.

I'm responsible for her being here.

- She came to see me. - No, me.

You chickened out and gave her to me.

How vulgar.

I'm no literature teacher, but those are the facts.

She's my responsibility, and I'm taking her out for some air.

Hey! Micheline?

- Where are we going? - Wherever you like.

How about Versailles?

- No, the Moulin Joli. - Where's that?

The café where we arranged to meet.

Oh, yes, of course.

- You really want to go? - Yes. Take me there.

- I can't hear you! - Take me to the Moulin Joli.

Come and sit here. I can't hear a thing.

Take me to the Moulin Joli.

What for?

So we can repeat our first date, but with you this time.

How charming, but how do we get there?

You must know the way.

Yes, but it's a long way.

- How about that one? - No, too many people.

The other one was quieter.

Yes, that's why I chose the... the Moulin Joli.

But there may be a better one.

- What do you think? - It's very pretty.

It's nice.

- Shall we re-enact our first date? - Yes.

You go over there, and I'll sit here.

Just as if it was for real.

- Ready? - Yes.

You're here at last. Miss Micheline? Delighted.

Would you like a drink?

No, that's not right. You wouldn't have recognised me.

I saw you with my heart.

- And I had your photo. - It was blurred.

Nicolas hesitated.

Yes, but I'd have known you anywhere.

No, that's not as good. It's too quick.

- Right. Shall we start again? - Yes.

- Seriously this time. Ready? - Go ahead.

Coming.

Excuse me.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but... I'm "Mystery Man".

And I'm "Disenchanted Girl".

- I thought you'd never come. - I'm watched all the time.

I'm not surprised. You're very pretty.

- Do you mind if I sit down? - Please do.

Shall we have a drink?

No, not right away.

Say something nice, with lots of long words.

Right.

I was trepidacious concerning our assignation.

My heart was palpitating.

And then you appeared, lovelier

than I might have imagined.

Good. Very good.

Now we can order.

Right. Waiter?

- What would you like? - A "Manhattam".

- What? - A "Manhattam".

Right. Two Manhattans.

What? There's no Manhattan.

How about port? Two ports.

I'm so happy to meet you.

You're different from other girls.

They're either pretentious or snobbish.

But you're simple, natural.

Much more pleasant.

Here's the waiter.

How much?

16 francs, right.

At the Moulin Joli, it'd be 8 francs.

Here's 10 francs, keep the change. Thanks.

What are you two playing at?

- We're acting out our first date. - Oh, you're actors.

Not at all. We're lovers.

- Lovers? - Yes.

Lovers?

I've been working here 25 years,

and I've never seen anyone like you.

Lovers facing one another, in the flesh,

pretending to raise a toast instead of kissing...

That I've never seen.

Allow me to explain.

It's because the "Manhattams" went to our heads.

Shh!

And we're a little merry.

His face!

Now my first date's ruined again.

- But we can carry on. - How?

Like this.

You got it this time.

- What? - The big thrill.

I thought I was going to suffocate.

Thanks.

- I have to see Henriette. - What for?

I'm feeling better now, and I owe her a visit.

- Will she be there on a Sunday? - Yes. She's all alone.

- Come on, let's go. - All right.

Micheline!

Yes, it's Micheline.

Stay there.

"27, 87, R, K, 3."

After you, my lady.

The Marquis is too kind.

I shall not enter until you have crossed the threshold.

Where've you been?

Nicolas, we had a wonderful day.

We had our first date.

We saw Henriette. We drank "Manhottams".

And we ate in a restaurant,

served by men in tailcoats.

There was music.

I'll get changed and tell you all about it.

Marquis, I should like you to wait for me

so that we may amuse ourselves.

Your humble servant.

- It's late. - We had such fun...

Exactly.

You're not here to live it up.

You don't say!

I do. And you're drunk.

We're just merry, that's all. And don't lecture me.

Now look here.

Your parents entrusted you to me. I have to monitor your studies.

- You're corrupting a young girl. - Don't exaggerate.

Did Micheline's parents entrust her to you?

No, but I have to look out for her. You're nothing but a gigolo,

hoping to take advantage of an innocent child.

Jealousy has blinded you.

- What? - Yes. You're drooling.

You're dying of jealousy!

You'd like to seduce her, too.

Only you're too ugly.

You're just a lout.

You lecture me,

but who was it that put an ad in the paper?

Well?

I didn't strike up correspondence with Micheline.

You made the date that brought her here.

- I explained that. - Yes. Your pity, your generosity.

Worthy sentiments that hide others,

far less savoury. - A scoundrel like you

wouldn't understand. - I understand perfectly.

You used me to bring Micheline here.

Now I'm keeping her. It's me she loves.

She loves my letters.

I've more confidence in my youth than in your prose.

Stop it!

You both lied to me, didn't you?

It wasn't Pierre who wrote to me.

- You've been making fun of me. - Let me explain.

No. I don't want to see you again.

But I really do love you.

No, that's not true.

Or you'd have told me the truth.

I told you everything straightaway.

I couldn't keep a secret from you.

How ridiculous I must've looked.

I'll go back to the orphanage tomorrow.

I think that would be best.

I regret what's happened...

It's all your fault!

If she goes to a reformatory, you'll be responsible.

You should go to prison for corrupting a minor.

- You're unworthy of her. - You disgust me.

I won't argue with a drunken child.

That's right, act all dignified!

You're just a failed seducer.

Aren't you ashamed?

You bunch of cowards!

It's easy to insult a man who's done you no harm.

He's trying to teach you, you cretins!

Be polite.

Like you, Mr Chauveau-Laplace?

You know my name?

Yes. Just because your father is the manager of a bank...

The Banque de France.

And you, Viscount de Watremont, you're very rude.

You too.

Baron de Vaugelas.

She knows us!

You're handed everything on a plate.

But you're all idiots. You make fun of your studies

because you know that however stupid you are,

you'll always have food. - Be quiet!

No! Apologise to him.

You all have parents. They should raise you well.

But you're nothing but heartless snobs.

You disgust me, all of you!

What's going on?

- Be quiet! - He's the headmaster.

You're the headmaster?

Go and sit down, all of you!

Mr Rougemont, bring this young lady to my office.

No, miss...

Sir, listen to me.

Your teacher is my Uncle Nicolas.

He's my mother's brother-in-law.

When I was an orphan, he took care of me.

That doesn't give you the right to insult my pupils.

Sir...

No, Uncle, let me speak.

I was raised in a boarding school thanks to his generosity.

And thanks to him, I have just found a job.

I disobeyed him. He always forbade me to come here,

to the finest school in France.

- It's magnificent. - Idle flattery.

No, I mean it. It's magnificent.

It was whilst admiring it that I heard the racket.

And I saw red, because my uncle is a good teacher.

Isn't he, sir?

You won't admit it in case he asks for a payrise.

But that's not his way.

He's too shy.

So I told those cretins what I thought of them.

Allow me to interrupt.

The College Napoléon, the finest school in France,

can do without your criticism.

The pupils shouldn't torment their teacher.

That's not how it is in my school.

The headmistress would have them in solitary.

- If you were the head... - I am the headmaster!

And I order you to be quiet.

You have 5 minutes to leave the premises.

As for you, go back to your quarters

and stay there until the governors decide on your punishment.

What? He's the one being punished?

Some school this is! The rich can get away with anything!

The poor don't get a say! When I have children...

It's like bedlam here!

It's pointless denying it. My information is correct.

Micheline is here. I took down the number.

What number?

- Of the car I saw her in. - Who?

- Micheline. - Who's Micheline?

- The escaped orphan. - What orphan?

- You're making fun of me. - I'm not.

Then you're a liar.

If a girl was hiding here, I'd have noticed.

You dare to deny it, you seducer.

It's plain just by looking at you.

Do I look like a seducer?

A sex maniac.

- Have you ever seen one? - No.

Because if you had, you'd know...

- Let's go inside. - Never.

Officer, he refuses.

I don't have the key. It's not my house.

It's Nicolas Rougemont's.

- You're not him? - No, I'm me.

If you think Nicolas is the seducer, you're having a laugh!

No. Chastity has gone to your head.

What a preposterous ideal!

There you are.

This is her, officer.

Now I've got you.

And this officer will take you away, like the little tramp...

Madam, don't insult the girl.

It's miss, not madam.

That's obvious!

She's the orphanage's supervisor.

Yes, and I'm taking this girl.

Let's continue this conversation inside.

Come with us in case they attack me.

I've decided to adopt her.

Ah, now I understand.

This doesn't concern you.

If Nicolas adopts Micheline, you'll have to accept it.

Adopt her? I'll oppose it.

He just wants to give her to gigolos.

I saw her with one in Paris, in a car.

Just shut up and take me away.

I was going back anyway.

- That's easy to say. - I swear it's true.

Don't blaspheme, you little liar.

You have sin written on your face.

You just hate me because I'm young, not ugly like you.

- You hussy! - You blockhead!

Enough. Come with me.

I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you.

You'll never hear of me again.

You certainly don't go in for half-measures, old chap.

And you don't know what just happened in my class.

Apparently the girl is Nicolas's daughter.

They've taken her back to the orphanage.

She's a pauper. They put her in handcuffs.

It's a terrible blow for Nicolas.

Apparently Micheline ran away to be with a viscount.

They were to be married, but his father forbade it.

Christophine found Micheline in their ancient castle.

She was hiding in a tower, and the viscount was suicidal.

- What did she say? - Did she talk?

Just a few words through the cell door.

She wants a pencil and paper.

To write to her viscount, no doubt.

Give her my pencil.

What did she say? Was she crying?

She was sobbing. She even said...

You entered into correspondance with a stranger

and stayed at the man's house. Is that true?

Yes.

And did you have any contact with this man?

I don't understand.

Don't make me go into details.

Just tell me this:

are you still a maiden?

Of course.

Who'd believe you?

The man didn't take you to his home by force, did he?

No.

One can imagine what happened.

My imagination is less vivid than yours.

If Micheline swears she did nothing wrong,

I believe her.

I swear, madam.

What a hypocrite. She tells one lie after another.

She's a bad lot, madam.

Christophine, the child was raised here.

If she is as guilty as you say,

then it's our institution that is at fault, not her.

I won't ask you any more questions.

I want to believe you.

But madam, she must be punished.

Any orphan found guilty of bad conduct

must be transferred immediately to a reformatory

until she comes of age. Article 18.

I've done nothing wrong, madam.

I'm still a maiden, I swear.

Have you got it?

When Christophine appears, move in front of her

so Micheline can pass me the letter.

- Are you scared? - No.

Then off you go.

What are you doing here?

Why aren't you in the sewing workshop?

Get back there now.

Your example has turned all the girls' heads.

The sooner we're rid of you the better.

"My dear Pierre, I'm writing you this last letter

"before leaving for the reformatory.

"You'll never hear of me again.

"I'm not writing to complain,

"but to thank you for the happy days I spent with you.

"I was wrong to forget that I am just a poor orphan.

"When I leave the reformatory,

"and you are at naval college,

"I will think of you.

"I'll think of you all my life.

"So that you won't forget me,

"I'm sending you what's most dear to me, after you.

"This little cross.

"It was my mother's. It's gold.

"When you're an admiral,

"it will bring you luck

"and help you to win the battle.

"Farewell, Pierre. I will only ever love you.

"Signed, for the last time, Disenchanted Girl."

Sit down.

Mr Rougemont is unwell,

and I am to take his place.

It'll be more fun with you.

Vaugelas! What did we work on last time?

The probems posed by curviline and sinusoidal movement.

Correct.

Today I'm going to give you a first-year-level problem

to make you feel younger.

An orphan is raised in an orphanage.

She is unhappy there,

but can only leave it if someone adopts her

and pays the orphanage the sum of 3,000 francs.

Let's say a group of young men decides to help the orphan

and raise the money.

There are 35 of them. How much should each one give?

That's easy! It's 85.70F and a few centimes.

That's it exactly.

Do you have 85,70F and a few centimes?

No.

So the problem, while theoretically solvable,

is practically unresolved.

We could save up our pocket money.

Yes, but by then she'll already be in a reformatory.

So she should be.

I won't give a penny.

Chauveau-Laplace,

how many pupils are there in the College Napoléon?

300.

And the ransom, if I can call it that, is 3,000F?

Yes.

- How much per pupil? - 10 francs.

A little more, as Mr Chauveau-Laplace won't give a penny.

"No snoring."

S, N, O, R...

Hey, kids.

We need to get the 3,000 francs to give to the orphan girl

by tonight. - Right.

No snoring Fine 10 francs

No bannister sliding Fine 10 francs

No nose-picking Fine 10 francs

No snoring Fine 10 francs

No snoring

No bannister sliding

- Why aren't you sliding? - You told me not to.

Since when do you obey me? Go on!

- 10 francs! - 10 francs, young fellow my lad!

We've got enough, and more besides. A total of 3,080 francs.

A fortune!

I suggest we continue the system of fines once a month.

- Then we'll have a kitty. - One orphan every month!

- One each. - I want a brunette.

What's this?

Where are you going? This is a girls' orphanage!

All these men here? Help!

I forbid you to go any further.

- We want to see the headmistress. - That's me.

We've come to rescue Miss Micheline.

Micheline's with us! Micheline's with us!

Enough!

We've decided to adopt her. Here's the money.

3,000 francs, madam.

To adopt an orphan, you must behave respectably.

We're all from good families.

And you must be over 21.

There's 586 years between us. The 35 of us can adopt her.

I'm calling the police.

We'll cut the telephone wires.

You say you're from a good family? You're just criminals!

Sex maniacs!

The one time we do some good and you insult us.

You'll enter here over my dead body.

What an expression...

Ladies, we are stronger than you.

The exits are covered, the telephones too.

Just hand over Micheline.

Micheline's with us! Micheline's with us!

Be quiet!

And you young ladies, disappear. This is not for your eyes.

That's a good idea. Make it so.

I'll bring him in, dead or alive.

- No. - We saw the headmistress.

They're right.

I'm under house arrest. I can't go out.

But I told you, it's all arranged!

- We have the ransom. Hurry! - Make up your minds.

No. I want nothing to do with it. I've had enough.

If you won't adopt her, I will.

I've got my own ideas about educating girls.

Not you. You have no moral sense.

I'm for modern education: nudism and free love.

Fetch my things.

- My collar! - On the mantelpiece.

We talked to the headmistress.

She's a very nice lady.

You just have to sign the papers to adopt the girl.

The headmistress wants you.

I don't want to go to a reformatory. Have pity on me.

That's why I've come for you. Let's go.

From now on, this gentleman will look after you.

Thank your benefactor, and don't forget us.

You are leaving us with the correct paperwork and a home.

Good luck.

Forgive us, madam,

but we must return to the school.

Gentlemen, our mission is accomplished.

De Vaugelas...

Wait a minute. I've hit it off with one of the girls.

You're not going to make us pay another 3,000 francs, are you?

For the headmistress,

for the orphanage, for Micheline and Nicolas...

And for Christophine...

Long live Nicolas!

- Nicolas... - Oh! Haul me up

So I may see the rockets fly

Nicolas hauled me up

And I saw the rockets fly

Wait for me! That girl is so cute!

So I may see the rockets fly

Nicolas hauled me up...

There we are.

How can I ever thank you?

Things won't be like before.

- I hope not. - That's good.

Have you... Have you heard from Pierre?

- Don't talk to me about him. - I don't resent him.

But I do. I'll never forgive him.

If only he'd shown the love for you that he said he had.

Enough about him.

Let's see if we can find you a job.

And some lodgings.

Despite everything, my faith in the small ads remains.

Pierre, future naval officer, seeks news of his beloved Micheline.

Thank you, Nicolas.

Thank you, Angèle, Henriette... Thank you all.

Look after Nicolas for me.

Don't worry, we will.

We're not as stupid as you thought.

You're all angels.

All aboard! All aboard!

Stand away from the train.

TRAIN FROM BREST

- What are you doing here? - And you?

I came to free Micheline.

- Did you hear that? - She's under our protection.

Don't listen to them. She's on the train!

She's going to join you! Run!

I'd never have caught it.

Youth, there's nothing like it!

Subtitles: ECLAIR