Original subtitles

Twisted Mistress

Screenplay by Andr� Cayatte. From a story by Honor� de Balzac.

Directed by Andr� Cayatte.

Hi, hi, ho, ho! Blood and gold for ever!

Firmin messed up again.

All week I've been telling him:

When Carbonnel says "to me" he means "pass to Lavielle".

- You're confusing him. - True, M. Esquirol.

If Casimir spent as much time with me as with Firmin,

we'd be married by now.

Pass!

What's he doing now? Oh, look at that!

Firmin, for God's sake!

Thank you.

Oh, poor Firmin, they really messed you up.

It's nothing to what the boss will do. He's not taking it well.

Casimir should spend more time on his barber shop and less on rugby.

It'll be different when we're married. I guarantee it.

- We lost because of Firmin. - Easy for you to say.

If he's nervous on the field, yelling at him won't help.

Thank you, captain.

The truth is, if it wasn't for Rivals' injury, we'd have won.

Good old Rivals!

If Firmin plays like that against Lusignan, we're screwed.

I'll learn the tactic before next Sunday.

Above all, remember that a flanker is androgynous.

- Exactly. - Half forward, half 3/4 back.

Wait a minute.

When the ball enters the scrum, you're a forward.

When it leaves, you're a 3/4 back.

You break loose. The flyhalf passes to you.

Carbonnel shouts "Pass to Rigaux". What do you do?

- I pass to Bonnemain. - No, to Lavielle.

Rigaux is Lavielle, Lavielle is Bonnemain, Bonnemain is Pascaud.

Never pass to the person named. It's to confuse the other side.

Calm down. We'll demonstrate. Casimir, you stand there.

You're Lavielle, the outside centre. Pass me the ball.

Hey, careful with my hat. It's new.

"The Rander Circus, which is visiting our town..."

"has been scandalising audiences with performances by Mlle Rander,"

"whose acrobatic act we found rather stiff."

What are you reading?

Catalan Life's review of the acrobat at the Rander Circus.

- You haven't been? - No.

- You should, Carbonnel. - She as talented as she's beautiful.

- What does she do that's scandalous? - She performs naked.

No, listen. Mazios has been to every performance.

"It's said that her talent has won her many propositions,"

"and not all from Buenos Aires."

"A Maharaja has offered to make her his 14th wife."

"Hollywood wants to make her a film star."

"But our own town remains unimpressed. Signed: Eagle Eye."

That's a bit strong.

- Oh, not bad! - You find the article uplifting?

No, you wait for the ball to come out.

- I pass the ball? - No.

- Are you Eagle Eye? - No, mademoiselle.

Who is it then? I was told he's here.

Idiot! You're supposed to tackle Casimir, not me.

- Casimir? - Yes, me.

Rigaux is Lavielle, Lavielle is Bonnemain, Bonnemain is Pascaud.

I'm Lavielle, he's Rigaux. For God's sake!

Hey, my hat!

This is the president of our club, Dr Esquirol.

He's also director of "Catalan Life".

A weekly devoted to society, sports and the arts.

- So are you Eagle Eye? - No. Why do you want him?

To give my regards on the subjects of society, sport and the arts.

He's in the gym.

Just the place for our conversation. Where is it?

I'm going there myself. I can show you.

- With pleasure. Lead the way. - Excuse me.

Now I see why Mazios wanted the article to go in next week's issue.

He was waiting for the circus to leave.

Mazios could get you into trouble.

He's not a bad kid. He's devoted to the club.

- But he can't stop writing mean things. - He doesn't care.

- I don't understand him. - It's all to do with the climate.

You're from the land of sunshine, he's from the foggy north.

- He's Norwegian? - No, he's from Limoges.

I'm not malicious, but when I see a scandal, I tell it how it is.

Trouble is, you often create the scandals you're exposing.

It's the sunshine here that's firing my imagination.

- How's your injury? - Oh, much better.

After a few more massages, I'll be playing again.

And you'll be able to get back to business with your associate.

By the way, how's his wife, the ravishing Mme Carbonnel?

- Very well, I believe. - A beautiful woman.

Who used to be a seductive young girl. Right, Rivals?

- Another insinuation? - No, no.

Before her marriage, you found her very charming.

- What are you getting at? - I see all, nothing gets by me.

Well, this time you're seeing wrong - with your "eagle eye".

- Did you read my last article? - Yes. You really surpassed yourself.

What do you think of young Rander's act?

I haven't seen it. I hate circuses.

- Would like your massage now? - Fine.

Woman aren't usually allowed, but we can make an exception.

- You're too kind. - Anything for my friend Mazios.

- Where is he? - Over there.

- Mazios, this lady wants a word. - To whom do I owe the honour?

You don't recognise me?

- Lilian Rander. - Ah!

- You're not in gym clothes? - No, I gave up sports.

- What a shame. - Weak heart.

- No kidding. Plenty of nerve, though. - Me?

Mademoiselle read your delightful review.

Yes, and I came to congratulate you.

- I don't understand. - Oh, a woman!

Come and practise with us.

Don't run so fast! Careful of your heart.

Please, the article misrepresented my real opinion.

You claimed that I was the mistress of a Maharaja.

- That wasn't me. - Who then?

Your dear brother Paulo told me that.

- I gave him 50 francs. - The little pest!

I want your journal to issue a correction.

Of course. We'll print 10,000 leaflets at once.

- And I want an apology. - Gladly.

You'll say that our circus is the oldest in France,

that my father is famous, and that my act is unique.

We'll say the editor made a mistake in good faith.

Not at all. You'll sign the apology "Eagle Eye".

- Very well. - I'm counting on it.

Otherwise Eagle Eye will become Black Eye.

Steady!

Go on, Jack.

This way.

Go on.

This way. Come.

Here.

Come on.

Well done.

Your daughter isn't back yet? In your place, I'd be worried.

I've asked you not to bother me when I'm rehearsing.

Do I go into your cage when you're with Brutus?

- Because you're scared of him! - No.

It's not your lion that scares me, it's you.

And I've told you 100 times I don't like your cigars.

Thank you.

Why didn't you go to see the journalist yourself?

- Lilian asked me not to. - You're an obedient father!

Albert? Take away the horses. I've finished for today.

I'll start again when I'm able to get some peace.

I told you not to touch the horses. Come on.

- A fat man was here to see you. - Yes, he's a bailiff.

Everywhere we go, someone's waiting to collect the 180,000F tax I owe.

It's like all the bailiffs in France are tipping each other off.

And you don't know the worst of it.

You have to pay a huge deposit to avoid repossession.

- Who told you that? - The bailiff.

Laetitia, you have a habit of not minding your own business.

It makes up for your habit of not minding yours.

I don't understand numbers. I leave that to Lilian.

- But even worse than repossession... - There's worse?

For our final performance, the town forbids Lilian to appear topless.

She has to wear a bra.

You're so proud of her, you've lost all sense of modesty

And you're jealous. You're a prude and an idiot.

All your income goes into her act. No-one's running the circus any more.

Since your wife left, there's no longer a man in charge.

- There's me. - That's what I mean.

You even forget to pay me. But I've got a solution:

You marry me, my savings go into the coffers,

the tax is paid, the circus is managed. Think about it, Gaston.

Laetitia, the only thing I hate more than your cigars

is when you call me Gaston. Ah, there's Lilian!

You didn't kill the journalist? We have enough problems.

No. He's going to print 10,000 leaflets with a correction.

Where did he get all those lies about you?

- Oh yes, where's Paulo? - Paulo!

Paulo, what are you doing there?

People have been sneaking in. Just wait till I catch them!

Dear little Paulo! I have such lovely, devoted children.

Heaven has smiled on me. Your sister wants a word.

- Why? - Yes, why?

- It's a surprise. - A new tie, no doubt.

Come here. Your dear sister has bought you a tie.

- My dear sister... - Brat! Vermin!

You sold my honour for 50 francs! I'll teach you to keep quiet!

You stole my scarf?

- I was going to return it. - Thief!

Carbonnel, as team captain,

are you really going to miss Casimir's stag night?

Come on, you can't do that.

I'm sorry, but it's my wedding anniversary.

- So? - So I can't go.

- I'm really sorry. - Guy's right. He owes it to his wife.

He can celebrate his anniversary any year.

A boy's stag night only happens once.

Don't bully him into going.

Well said, Rivals. It's big of you to defend your friend's marriage.

What mischief are you cooking up?

Talking of mischief, it was you who led Lilian Rander to me.

- Help me, Ren�! - OK, OK.

I can still find your friendship deeply moving.

Orestes and Pylades, so to speak,

if one of them had married the beautiful Helen.

H�lene, don't touch the wine on the bureau. It's settling.

What's taking you so long in front of your mirror?

You've been using perfume, I can smell it.

Guy will be back soon and you're not ready.

- Here I am. - Oh, what a lovely dress!

Sneaky! You bought it without telling anyone.

- I hope Guy likes it. - You put it on to dine at home?

For a day like this, nothing is too good.

He turned down Casimir's party to stay with me.

His late father would never have done that for me.

Guy is Catalan, but of the modern generation.

I've had to endure so many dinners alone,

so many lunches cancelled at the last minute.

- I've earned this little sacrifice. - Guy loves you in his way.

He's proud of you, he'd do anything for you.

- What more could a wife want? - His presence.

To feel that I exist for him,

that I'm more important than his friends, the club, the rugby.

- Youth must have its rein. - And my youth?

Greetings, ladies.

Val�rie, you've made a pact with God to never grow old.

Mme Carbonnel, I present my respects enflowered and beribboned.

- I'm at a loss. - May I also compliment your elegance?

Your dress is as tasteful and subtle as your perfume.

- Subtle and very personal. - Please have a seat.

You're going to try a Banyuls from my wine cellar.

- Thank you, but we can't stay long. - Oh yes, Casimir's party.

Yes, and it's on that subject that we came to see you.

On that subject?

We present our flowers as we would to a saint: with a prayer.

- We're 2 ambassadors... - Charged with a delicate mission.

- Who sent you? - Your husband.

He sent us without sending us.

We came to ask you to let him go with us

so that Casimir can have all his friends united around him.

- So he wants to go with you? - Only if you agree to let him.

- Like a dog. - What a thing to say!

Fine. Tell my husband that I'll give way to Casimir.

Goodnight, gentlemen. Have fun.

My respects, madame.

- Goodbye, Val�rie. - Goodbye, ladies.

- H�lene� - I'm sorry.

- Mme Carbonnel didn't seem too happy. - She has to get used to it.

This generation is too subservient to their wives.

In my day, the husband never asked permission.

Hold on, kid. "Ren� Rivals". Damn, that's a lot of red roses!

- You know the language of flowers? - No.

- Red rose means "I love you". - What's your point?

Some say that if H�lene had wished, she could have been Mme Rivals.

- Perhaps she's regretting her choice. - What are you suggesting?

Just that she might want to fix her mistake.

Poor Mazios, you can't bear to see other people happy.

You have to choose, papa. Yes or no? You're old enough to decide.

I've never liked lion tamers. Your mother was an equestrian.

And when I was very young I loved a contortionist.

I can tell you, now you're grown up.

Since your mother left I haven't lived like a monk.

I've loved acrobats, a psychic, but never a lion tamer.

No, I'd rather marry a freak. Oh, excuse me.

So I'll tell Laetitia you won't marry her?

Laetitia has many qualities, but they're masculine. It's disgusting!

A lot... passionately... not at all. You see, the flowers say no.

So it's no?

I'm sure that she'd give up her cigars for me.

She works hard, has a nice figure, some savings...

So it's yes?

You hear that? It's Brutus.

Every time I hear that, I remember how he ate Laetitia's last 2 husbands.

- Papa, is it yes or no? - Listen, my dear...

You keep pressing me on this very delicate decision.

Don't you think that by saying neither yes nor no,

and letting her know that a loan of 200,000F might soften me up...

- Really, papa! - You're right. That would be bad.

That's her. Come in!

Laetitia, I... No, my daughter will talk to you.

I'm very moved. I'm very flattered, of course.

You'll speak more freely without me.

So it's yes?

My poor Laetitia, would you give up your animals?

- Why? - It's either my father or Brutus.

Give up Brutus?

You might as well ask me not to tend my former husbands' graves.

Papa is afraid of joining them.

But both my husbands were lion tamers.

Yes, but he's used to being alone. He's touched by your persistence,

but I don't want to force him against his will.

His will? You can keep it.

Passionately. You see? The flowers say yes.

Yes, but a marriage is serious. What if you made him unhappy?

Oh, he'll be spoiled and pampered.

It's odd, my husbands were tough guys, but I used to beat them.

Your father's not strong, but he can do what he wants to me.

And in arranging this marriage, you'd be saving the circus.

You'll marry, too, some day. And then what would he do?

What are you doing?

What's going on?

Come here! Get up!

Will you get up?

- Got you! Ow! - Leave that kid alone!

- Don't touch him! - This is the 10th time he's snuck in.

- You like to watch the horses? - No.

- So it's the lions and tigers you like? - No.

- Oh, I see, you love the clowns. - No.

- So who do you like? - You.

M�lanie?

- Are you alone? - Yes.

What is it?

I came to spend the evening with you.

Guy probably finds me too ugly or too boring.

Once again, he chose his friends over me.

I thought you might better appreciate my company.

- What do you think of my dress? - Ravishing. But...

Dear Ren�, your flowers revived many memories.

H�lene, please think carefully before you say any more.

- We swore... - Guy swore to make me happy.

So what? We both loved you, but you chose him.

Oh, Ren�, 3 years ago, why didn't you propose first?

Let's not talk about it. The past is dead.

- And your love, too? - I don't want to talk about it.

You're the wife of my best friend.

I found an old letter of yours.

- You should have destroyed it. - I read it again.

"My dear H�lene, you are to me the ideal woman."

"I love your face, your large clear eyes."

"And your body which I imagine to be so soft."

- What's come over you? - I'm quoting your letter.

H�lene, I will not take advantage of a moment of spite.

If I take you from Guy,

it will be in broad daylight and for the rest of my life.

I follow my intentions through to the end.

And your desires, too?

Hi, hi, ho, ho! Blood and gold for ever!

What a racket!

- You took your time to answer. - I forgot that M�lanie was out.

- I was working. - This is a time for fun, not work.

Come on, the party's underway at the Caf� des Arcades.

Esquirol's in fine form. It'll be great!

- I'm finishing my mail. - His mail!

- OK, hurry up. We'll wait. - No, you'll make too much noise.

- We're in no hurry. - All the time in the world, old chap.

It smells nice here.

Penetrating yet subtle. It seems familiar.

- How about you, Carbonnel? - No, no.

You don't have a fine sense of smell?

I'm a connoisseur of wine, not perfume.

- I'm a connoisseur of everything. - Oh, you...

I sniff out embarrassing situations, awkward behaviour.

I like to see a glowing ember that I can puff into a flame.

- You're a little drunk already. - Alcohol gives me clarity.

It improves my talent for creating a scandal.

To which point, at the risk of upsetting my best friends,

I believe that the perfume is your wife's, Carbonnel.

- It's called Bol�ro. - So? What of it?

- H�lene isn't the only one to use it. - The only one round here.

Stop this foolery, Mazios, or the evening won't end well for you.

- Calm down! - I must have hit a nerve.

- Clear off, both of you! - Oh la la!

Guy, you shouldn't have left your wife tonight.

OK, you've persuaded me to go. No moralising, please!

Let's leave this penpusher to his penpushing.

Hurry up, if you want to join Casimir's party.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

He was right. I feel guilty for talking you into coming out tonight.

Don't you start moralising as well!

I'm thinking of your wife at home, with her lovely dress.

Oh, leave me alone. I know what I'm doing.

You left her for your no-good friends and a club that couldn't care less.

- That's enough, Mazios. - She was very upset.

- No. You think so? - I saw it myself.

- I feel I should go and see her. - Go. She'll be so happy.

So surprised...

This way. No-one will see you.

You again? What are doing here?

I've just been home. H�lene wasn't there.

- She was here, wasn't she? - I recognise Mazios' work.

Don't try to change the subject.

- Answer! Yes or no? - No.

No? Then who was here?

None of your business. And you're starting to annoy me.

Ren�...

Take care. I don't let anyone hunt on my land.

An odd way to talk about your wife.

I may not have your fine words, but I defend what's mine.

- Who was here, if not her? - You've been drinking.

Drinking? Ren�... Ren�!

For the sake of our friendship... Who was here?

- What if I can't say? - The worse for you!

- Calm down! - Who is your mistress? Tell me!

Lilian Rander.

- Lilian Rander? - The circus acrobat.

What? The girl I brought to the gym this morning?

Yes. She's my mistress.

If I had the luck to go out with Lilian Rander,

the whole town would know.

- He didn't even bother to tell us. - Good old Rivals!

I'm only sorry that Rivals refused our offer of a serenade

this morning outside his girl's caravan.

- We'll do it some other day. - The circus leaves tomorrow.

Good lord! Mazios, book places for everyone tonight.

The club will present its respects enflowered and beribboned

to the girl who has seduced its winger.

- No, please! - Why?

Are you ashamed of her or of us?

Let him alone. He wants to keep his mistress for himself.

If he won't introduce us, we can still applaud her.

And introduce ourselves. Firmin?

- Yes? - A rub down with Bol�ro.

Bol�ro? We don't have that here, M. Mazios.

"Ren� Rivals, with great admiration."

You know this M. Rivals?

Yes, he's one of the biggest wine merchants in town.

Very interesting. And a gentleman, too. That never hurts.

Oh, I don't like that.

- You're hard to please. - If you like it, it's yours.

You might have asked your father.

Let's see.

It smells very nice. A real Paris perfume.

Let me smell it, papa.

Shepherd, long ago,

in her fine ch�teau...

- Looking for someone? - Lilian Rander.

- Who's asking? - M. Rivals.

Oh, the wine merchant. I was expecting a fat man. Paulo?

You noticed my perfume? Yes, Lilian let me try a bit.

Oh, I see.

Mixed with tobacco, it must smell strange.

- Cigarette? - Thanks, but I only smoke cigars.

- This gentleman's here to see Lilian. - This way.

- Thank you, miss. - You're welcome.

- Papa! - Yes?

The man who sent the perfume wants to see Lilian.

Delighted. Off you go, Billy. Delighted, sir.

- So you're a wine merchant? - Exactly.

You wouldn't have an Aramon wine, 12% proof, at a good price?

There are 28 in my circus, and 10 of them drink like fish.

I confess that I'm not here on business.

Of course, you're here for Lilian. Follow me.

She was very touched by your gift.

But I have to say she wasn't too keen on the perfume.

- Have you lost something? - My cigarette case. I had it just now.

Unfortunately I can't offer you one. I don't smoke. Please...

- Cigarette? - Yes. That's a nice case.

It's a bit cluttered. This way.

Come along. Through here.

That's her singing. What a voice!

She's so talented, so organised, and with a heart of gold. Come along.

...soon the king's daughter will love you...

- Lilian, dear? Monsieur... - Rivals.

The gentleman with the perfume, who is going to give us some Aramon

at a discount, would like to see you. Are you decent?

- Show him in. - Come in, sir.

See you later, perhaps.

It was you who sent the Bol�ro?

Yes, and I was sad to hear you didn't like it.

People usually send me flowers in order to avoid that mistake.

- I didn't want to do the usual thing. - Why not?

Because... since your circus arrived, my life has been transformed.

- Love at first sight, I suppose? - If you only knew...

Would you pass me my costume, please?

Each night, hidden among the crowd of your fans, I applaud in the dark.

You go as far as that?

Clearly you're used to receiving compliments.

I've heard the usual patter: great passion, undying love...

Pass me my robe, on the chair.

- All this to invite me to dinner? - My God...

That's why you're here, right?

You're mistaken. I want to invite you to lunch.

- At your place? - No, at a restaurant.

- Are you married? - No, I'm free of all attachments.

As you can see, we're made for each other.

- You think so? - I'm certain.

I work in the circus and I bare my legs, so you think I'm a whore?

- What an idea! - You think you can buy me with a meal?

- Not at all. - Men like you are a dime a dozen.

I show them the door, and I'm asking you to leave, immediately.

You want my shirt, too?

How about that?

- My word! - Good old Rivals!

You've got nothing to complain about there.

Holy cow!

- We shouldn't have brought Firmin. - Why?

His imagination's going wild. He won't be able to concentrate.

No, it'll give him vigour.

When Rigaux tells you to pass, what do you do?

I couldn't give a damn.

- No, that was too short! - They turned off the lights!

- Good old Rivals! - Lights! Lights! Lights!

Ladies and gentlemen... Patience, please.

You are about to see what you have never seen.

As graceful as she is daring, Mlle Lilian exceeds Fregoli

in the speed of her transformations, and Malibran in the purity of her voice.

The Rander Circus, which spares no expense

to satisfy its distinguished customers,

has created for this unique performance

a production as dazzling as it is sumptuous.

Flowers are words of love,

more tender than a poem,

which can silently convey, to both the clever and the dumb,

the gentle secret of a heavy heart.

This bouquet of sunny days,

I made it for the one I love,

a bouquet of silk and velvet, into which my heart sighs

words of love among the flowers.

Some think the heavens hold the secrets...

She always gives her flowers to someone in the audience.

- It'll be Rivals tonight, of course. - Of course.

...where others seek to read their fate.

As for me, I only know one way

to foretell a heart's joy.

Just between us,

it's simple and so sweet.

- Good old Rivals.

Flowers are words of love,

more tender than a poem,

which can silently convey, to both the clever and the dumb,

the gentle secret of a heavy heart.

Keep it always, monsieur,

let this bouquet be my token,

let its scent of happy days, quickly bring without delay

my words of love among these flowers.

A little frosty, your mistress.

When you're working, you can't pick favourites.

If only Firmin had the same enthusiasm for the game.

It might be awkward and risky to expect Rivals to introduce us.

- Why risky? - They may be angry with each other.

Let's give them a chance to make up.

- What do you mean? - Lilian seems a bit wild, no?

Not at all. Come along, I'll introduce you.

- Behave yourselves. - I'll keep an eye on Firmin.

- Wait here while I prepare her. - Good. Hurry up, Ren�.

You've no idea how excited I am.

- To get proof? - No, idiot. I want to get to know her.

It's the first time he's hidden one of his conquests.

Come in. You again?

- She doesn't sound friendly. - I told you, they've had a quarrel.

Otherwise, she'd have given him the bouquet.

I was stupid this afternoon, but you must see my friends.

Pretend that you know me well.

- Are you crazy? - Crazy with worry, yes.

It's essential that someone believes that you're my mistress.

It's not for my vanity, but for my life.

We're eager to see Mlle Lilian.

- Come in. - My dear president...

We present our respects enflowered and beribboned.

- My best friend, Guy Carbonnel. - We've already met.

Mlle, will you give us the pleasure of sharing a bottle of Champagne?

- I'm really tired. - Oh, just for a second.

- Come on, Ren�, you ask her. - Lilian...

Very well, dear.

I drink to your love,

and to that of Marina and Casimir.

I drink to all love, both lawful and illicit.

I drink to love with a capital L.

- Bravo! - It's a shame we didn't meet sooner.

We would have made you an honorary member.

Why didn't you introduce me sooner, dear?

- I didn't know it would please you. - Everything about you pleases me.

If Rivals had been less secretive, I wouldn't have written that article.

Lilian has such little time here, I didn't want to share her with others.

- Good old Rivals! - But tomorrow, they'll be sad.

- The circus will be moving on. - Where are you going?

- To Carcassonne. - Carcassonne? How terrible!

It's not that far. Ren� can go and see her.

- I'm counting on it. Right, my love? - Of course, dear.

I don't like to throw you out, but it's 3am.

If the police happen to pass by, we'll be in trouble.

Come on, let's go.

- The president! - Any more?

Hurry up!

- Is that everyone? - No, Casimir's missing.

He's with Marina. Let's be tactful.

May we have the pleasure of walking you home?

No, let's be tactful with them too. It's their last evening.

Last chance, last promise...

- I propose a chorus in her honour. - Yes!

We'll accompany you with our voices.

- Goodbye all. Delighted to meet you. - Goodbye!

- Thank you. Goodbye. - Goodbye, mademoiselle.

Goodbye, lovers. Don't be too well behaved!

Good old Rivals!

In Yunta,

everyone shouts for joy and victory.

Forward, those who fight for glory!

Happy companions, knights of the ball.

In Yunta,

see the teammates of the mountains.

We sing, we sail...

A nice song for a couple in love.

- You played your part superbly. - I did my best.

I hope you'll play the despairing lover when I'm gone.

I promise.

You can tell me all about it in Carcassonne.

That, I can't promise.

- No-one can hear us now. - Oh, I see.

For which of your friends was I playing this role?

I can't tell you.

Thanks to you, we sing tonight.

In Yunta,

everyone shouts for joy and victory.

Forward, those who fight for glory!

Happy companions, knights of the ball.

In Yunta,

see the teammates of the mountains.

We sing, we sail...

We salute the heroes.

- Your father runs the circus? - Yes. Why do you ask?

- So you're not on the payroll? - Evidently.

If you were working elsewhere, how much would you earn?

- You want to hire me? - Answer the question.

It depends on the number of performances.

For just one, would 3,000F do?

- 3,000? Why? - For the inconvenience.

I didn't do this for the money.

Please accept. It's yours by right.

You've helped me... win a bet.

- A bet? - It's fair that you get your share.

So you were lying about saving your life?

If I'd told you it was a bet, you would have refused.

Scoundrel!

You'll see her again. Carcassonne isn't so far.

- It won't be the same. - You need to get back in training.

Stop chasing this girl and take up a real sport.

- It'll be hard. - Come on, pull yourself together.

Great news! I wanted to be the first to tell you.

- The circus is staying. - Are you joking?

- I wouldn't joke about that. - See, you got upset for nothing.

- God looks out for lovers. - Lucky devil!

- Good old Rivals! - No more hiding her from us now.

I bet it was her who made them stay.

The truth is a lot less romantic...

That makes one, two Abyssinian spotted hyenas.

- A Barbary lion. - Add two lion tamers.

Sorry. I can't repossess the personnel.

No, I mean the two lion tamers inside the Barbary lion.

That's where I'm going to end up. Never two without a third.

What's going on?

I told you no-one touches my animals. Tell him.

It's true. I forgot. These are the lady's animals.

That changes everything. I'll take your horses instead.

- Gaston, aren't you ashamed? - Don't call me that!

- You call me Laetitia. - I'll call you Mme Saracetti.

And your cigars disgust me. I've told you 100 times.

I think you need to start getting used to them.

Hello, dear sir. You've come to see Lilian?

- Exactly. - She's busy.

- She's in a meeting... - With the bailiff.

Mme Saracetti, I'm still in charge here.

Not for long, perhaps, but for now.

So leave me in peace and smoke somewhere else.

Very well, Gaston.

You see before you a drowning man.

The Revenue is seizing 180,000F.

Do you know anyone who would give a loan against my horses,

to get the Revenue off my back? My horses are unique.

- No. - No. But I was thinking...

Perhaps you know a merchant, some bold, shrewd businessman,

a young man, a friend of the arts and artists, who might advance me...

180,000F? That's quite a sum.

But in the wine business, you must be used to large sums.

I was wrong to ask you. You're courting my daughter.

- This repossession benefits you. - Don't think that.

If I'd known you were staying, I'd never have asked her to be my mistress.

- What? - I mean to play the part for my friends.

You're disgraceful. You took advantage of a pure young girl.

I tried to pay her. She proudly refused.

Dear girl, just like me. Scatterbrained but honest.

- Goodbye, sir. - M. Rander...

- I propose a deal. - A deal?

- You need 180,000F? - Alas.

I'm expecting a cash inflow in 2 weeks. I'll settle your tax bill then.

I'll give you a deposit in the meantime.

And allow me to send you some cases of fine wine.

13 percent proof.

Two suitcases... one trunk.

Not that! I forbid you to touch my work clothes.

- This? - Yes.

My uniform is a slip and a bra.

- I'm glad that it's you not me. - So are the audience.

Apparently your dress code includes a hat.

- Better late than never. - You're starting to annoy me.

I'm well past that point.

- Aren't you ashamed to do this? - No.

You profit from the misery of others. Clearly it doesn't spoil your appetite.

Be careful, your insults may cost you dear.

No doubt. You turn everything to money.

- That's enough! - What's all this?

Your daughter is impertinent.

I demand an apology or you'll both regret it.

You're starting to annoy us. Do your dirty work and clear off!

- I'll remember this insult. - I won't remember you.

In 2 weeks, I'll pay you and we'll be rid of this damn town

and you, the most repulsive thing about it. Get out!

I'll remember the date, too. And in 2 weeks, I'll be back.

You have the money?

An unexpected opportunity, an incredible proposition.

I already have a cheque for 20,000F that I could have thrown in his face,

but I need to be sure there's no catch.

- "Ren� Rivals"? - Yes.

- You've been talking to him? - He offered to pay everything.

In return, he wants to visit every day

and take you for a cab ride round the town.

- Never. - Listen, my dear.

30,000F for each ride, that's a tidy sum.

So you're selling me for money?

Little girl! Look, he swore to treat you with respect.

- If he doesn't, I'll break his neck! - I'll be humiliated.

Allow me to mention that since last night, that boat has sailed.

- We'll find the money without him. - No, impossible.

Unless I resign myself to the only other solution:

I tell Laetitia that I agree to marry her.

- Where shall we go? - Same as usual.

We could try a different route, for a change.

Impossible. I chose the route with the best chance of seeing my friends.

- So I'm on display. - Exactly.

Careful, we're about to meet my bank manager's wife.

Smile at me, and pretend to say something nice.

- You're the biggest ass I've ever met. - Really?

You must have some real problems if you need to pay

for a fake mistress rather than getting a real one.

Madame.

That's enough. We've passed her.

- What's got into you? - Guys from the club.

- He didn't even notice us. - Good old Rivals!

We must look like idiots. You, in particular.

It's like you've never met a woman before.

Whenever I hug you, you act like you're about to slap me.

Good morning.

- Who's that? - My solicitor.

You're overdoing it.

We got to do what we got to do.

Oh! Hello, Mimile! How are you? Not too tired?

No, miss.

- Who's that? - A friend from the circus.

- And now? - Caf� des N�gociants. As usual.

12.30. The lovers are as regular as clockwork.

Every day. The same route.

He's proud of her. He's showing her off.

He's trying too hard. It's unnatural.

- Come on. Get out. - No!

I've had enough ap�ritifs.

Enough of Esquirol's rugby lessons, of Mazios' questions,

and of comments about our affair, when there's no affair at all.

They can hear us!

Oh yes, your reputation as a lover! Well, I don't give a damn!

- Please try. Tomorrow I'll... - No! You don't need me.

I can't take any more of this. Find something else.

Just send me some flowers. I don't want to see you again.

- Driver, the circus! - Fine.

- Driver, stay here. - Fine.

- Driver, the circus! - Fine.

Lilian...

Idiot!

Ace of hearts.

Gone. And back again. Here, try again.

Big deal. It doesn't look hard.

Start at the beginning. You'll get it.

Wait, what did I do with my watch?

Give me that. Well done, Chico.

Lilian, here's your daily bouquet.

I don't care. Chico can take it back.

You asked for it yourself instead of the cab rides.

Laetitia's right. What are you complaining about?

I'm not interested in him or his flowers.

She can be impossible at times.

Mlle Lilian, if you find a watch, it's mine.

I'll get it back for you.

- What's the time, Paulo? - Dunno.

Make an effort.

It's 11.15.

- What's in your pocket? - My dear little sister!

- Where did you get this? - M. Rivals gave it to me.

Liar! Thief! Take that! Aren't you ashamed?

I think your daughter's in love with Rivals.

Poor Laetitia, your disappointment over my refusal has got you confused.

You see nothing, and you smell nothing.

- Smell what? - The perfume he gave her.

When I asked for some, she almost hit me.

Imagine that!

The touch judge wants a massage!

You could have found a replacement for the day after your wedding.

You're not staying for the whole match?

- You're to blame, too. - Firmin, for God's sake!

Get going, Casimir. Pass to Lavielle!

Until Rivals comes back, we don't stand a chance.

- Are you a rugby fan now? - I can't stand it!

But I knew I'd find you here without Lilian.

- You know why I was with her. - There was no need to avoid me.

- I haven't seen you since that night. - I had to convince Guy.

You think of everything except me.

- Calm down, H�lene. - I can't take any more.

Sometimes, I want to shout at Guy that I've had enough,

that all I can think of is leaving with you.

I don't want you to see that acrobat again.

- Don't be jealous. - Everyone's talking about your affair.

Even Guy has been praising her to me.

Just pay her the money, then she'll leave.

You don't know her. She's impulsive.

- She might cause a scandal. - So what?

Think of your reputation.

I'm wasting my youth on a husband who's never home

and a man who dares not love me.

- Calm down. - It's simple, Ren�.

You have to choose between that acrobat and me.

Dear Lilian, I regretfully release you from an obligation

which has now become a torture for you.

Mademoiselle - Under the terms of the agreement with your father,

I wish to thank you for your valuable assistance...

Hi Hi Ho Ho! Blood and gold forever!

Hi Hi Ho Ho! Blood and gold forever!

How are you, old chap?

M�lanie's made a rabbit stew. You'll be licking the plate.

- Did you bring someone? - No.

Hi Hi Ho Ho! Blood and gold forever!

How are you, old chap?

"How are you, old chap?" isn't part of our battle cry.

Oh? Well, I take back "old chap".

- Hello, dear. - But I don't understand...

- I saw your friend. He insisted. - It's true.

Nice place! I didn't think you had such taste.

What? You've never been here before?

- Er... no. - Of course she's been here.

With Guy it doesn't matter. I hide nothing from him.

I said it for a joke.

- A bad joke. - Hey, behave yourself.

I've decided to take Lilian's side.

Since you're feeling brave, go and tell M�lanie to set another place.

OK. But if you hear me shout, come to my rescue.

- Why did you come? - If it bothers you, I'll leave.

No, it's too late now. But be careful. No more gaffs.

You've been here before. You know the place perfectly.

That's the office, M�lanie's domain.

That's the door to my library. And that's an unused dining room.

- Fine. And... - What?

- Your bedroom? - You won't be going there.

I'm quite sure of that.

It's all arranged. M�lanie is setting a 3rd place.

Lilian, as the lady of the house, how about some drinks?

Hello, M�lanie.

Sorry. I thought we'd met.

- I've never been to the circus. - But I've been to the market.

Thank you. Your health!

- To your love! - Haha! Our love!

You've been drinking, dear. Mind what you say.

Leave her alone. She's been delightful and amusing.

True.

You never told me how you met.

Oh, it's quite boring. I introduced myself and she fell into my arms.

Oh, no, no. Don't believe him.

One day, he came to see me, I was ready to put him in his place.

But he wasn't there to pay the usual dull compliments.

He didn't say he was head-over-heels from the moment he saw me.

Not at all.

He wanted to know if Laetitia the lion tamer was free.

You wanted to go out with the lion tamer?

I said she's in love with my father. "How about the equestrian?" he says.

She's married! "Very well," he says, and leaves.

But the next day, I went back.

Mademoiselle, there was a misunderstanding.

Perhaps because I was flustered myself.

May I ask your father's permission?

- You'd have to be circus folk. - How does one become circus folk?

By being born in a caravan somewhere on the road,

by breathing the smell of manure from your cradle,

by knowing how to train horses and turn somersaults.

In brief, you could never be circus folk.

- But tell me, who are you? - I am Ren� Rivals,

who finds you very pretty, very amusing and very desirable.

Do you mean it? Are you in love?

- Lilian, my love. - Ren�, my love.

Well done. Very nice.

And what was the outcome?

Lilian kissed me on the mouth in the middle of the street.

If you'd behaved yourself, I wouldn't have dared.

A couple like you are incapable of an ordinary affair.

Thank you, M�lanie.

- M. Cornet is waiting at your office. - Good.

He's our agent from Lyon. He's only here for a few hours.

I should go see him. Excuse me.

It's a pity. But I'll see you later.

Let's have some more champagne.

Not for me. I don't know what I'm saying any more.

Where were we, when Guy interrupted?

At "Lilian, my love".

- After that, there's no more to say. - Ah.

- Actions speak louder than words. - Ah?

You left a kiss on my lips. I'll return it.

If it's your Lyon agent, tell him to take a bath.

Hello?

Oh, it's you.

Excuse me, I thought it was my office.

No, you weren't interrupting...

I just wanted to ask if you'd broken up with that girl.

Well, I, er, was just about to.

No, I'm writing her a letter.

No, it's still on my desk.

But it's all decided. I'm not having second thoughts.

Call me back. I'm with a client.

That's right. Goodbye.

- Who was that? - A client.

- Like me? - No, really. An old gentleman.

Where were we? Oh yes. I was going to return your kiss.

No, the moment's passed. Focus on your client now.

- And the letter you have to write. - That can wait.

What's this client like? Blonde or brunette?

- What are you talking about? - They seem to have made an impression.

- Not at all. - Don't bother denying it.

Goodbye. Or rather farewell.

No, don't trouble yourself. I know the way.

It's best that we never see each other again.

Imagine that we have broken up...

- No, I won't break that. - So you do love him.

None of your business.

Poor kid. I break stuff, too, when you father turns me down.

- That's not the same thing. - Sure.

- Are you Rivals' mistress? - Who told you that?

I didn't think those coach rides were the whole story.

They had to lead somewhere.

So one day, you find yourself at his house, right?

Yes, I went there today.

So some drinks, a little champagne, some music...

But one of his friends was there.

And then the friend made his excuses and left.

- How did you know? - The classic routine.

So what happened next?

He became more amorous, he...

- He had a couch, of course? - Yes, but there seemed no harm...

- Did he show you some photos? - No.

So tell me what happened.

- You won't tell anyone? - Lion tamer's honour!

Well...

You again? You have a nerve!

Don't come any closer, or you'll feel my whip.

Scoundrel! Deceiver! Seducer!

- Will you explain yourself? - And cynical to boot!

- I brought the money. - I don't want it.

Clear off! And God help you if we ever cross paths again.

Only by the mercy of your victim are you still standing.

- What victim? - Sadist!

He came to feast on my pain. Paulo, come here!

There are your flowers, your gifts,

the ties you gave to Paulo, the sweets you gave me.

You can take them all back. Paulo, did you forget something?

- Me? - Come on, hand it over.

- But, dear papa... - Hurry up!

Here's the cigarette case that you lost.

As for your cheque for 20,000F that I innocently cashed,

I'll return it in cash, safe and sound. Laetitia?

My dear Laetitia, give 20,000F to this person.

First sign a promise of marriage.

This is shameful! You're exploiting my paternal grief.

If my father finds you here, you're a dead man.

But why?

You lured me to your home to seduce me, and you abused my innocence.

- Who's been saying that? - Laetitia.

- And you didn't correct her? - No. Because it's what I told her.

So that she would tell your father?

Don't touch me or I'll cry rape.

You think anyone believes your innocence?

Scoundrel! Swine!

Calm yourself. And choose your victim more carefully next time.

And tell your dear father that his blackmail won't succeed.

Take that back immediately! You hear? Immediately!

- Admit that you lied. - Yes, I lied.

I admit it because I hate you!

I lied because it's the first time I went home with a man.

Because it's the first time I let myself be kissed.

Get out! You're horrible! Get out!

Forgive me. I take back what I said.

It doesn't matter now.

- Lilian... - Get out...

Lilian, my love.

- Get out. - No.

Our marriage will be based on the division of properties.

But I promise to pay you, my dear Laetitia,

- the sum of 200,000F. - What? 180,000.

- With interest, 200,000. - You're more ferocious than your lions.

- Now sign, my dear Gaston. - Return my cheque first.

- Here. - Wait, 120,000F?

I deducted the 60,000F you already owed me.

You dare to show your face before my daughter?

Somebody fetch my whip!

Don't bother, papa. We've made up.

- You've forgiven him? - What Laetitia told you was false.

M. Rivals has always behaved impeccably with me.

Dear child! How could I have believed Laetitia's gossip?

The usual route?

No. Today we don't want to see anyone.

Hey! Where are you taking her?

- Don't worry. I'll look after her. - Oh, mercy...

- 12.30. No sign of Rivals or Lilian. - Another quarrel?

Just the opposite. They want to hide their joy.

- They hide too much. It's unnatural. - Oh...

So sorry, Mme Carbonnel, we have run out of Bol�ro.

I'm the only woman in town to use it.

You should be able to keep it in stock.

Good morning, mademoiselle. I'll get more soon.

It's very annoying. I've run out.

- Already? - What do you mean, "already"?

M. Rivals bought a large bottle of Bol�ro a week ago.

He told me it was for you.

I don't know why he said that. I never received the perfume.

Of course not, because he gave it to me.

- I suppose you're Lilian Rander? - Correct.

And you must be the person who phoned Ren� the other day.

I call him sometimes. There's nothing wrong with that.

I happened to be with him at the time.

- So? - So nothing.

- When will you have more Bol�ro? - I don't know.

But you've only just started yours.

It broke. I knocked it over when Ren� was kissing me.

I'll come back when mademoiselle has finished.

Next time M. Rivals wants to give my perfume to a stranger,

- tell him it's out of stock. - He'll buy it somewhere else.

- Delighted to meet you. - Likewise.

- Who is she? - I don't know.

- You don't know her name? - I don't know.

- Would you like anything else? - I don't know!

Closed for training.

Firmin, pass the ball!

Don't run with it like a battering ram!

Go, Rivals!

Rivals is on form.

Yes, he can still put his foot on the gas.

- Lilian, lovely to see you. - Guy, we have to talk.

- What, to me? - Yes.

You're Ren�'s friend. Who's his mistress?

Well, you, I suppose.

I mean before me, or perhaps at the same time.

- I'm intruding? - Excuse me, we won't be long.

- What's this about? - Please, I'm serious.

Ren�'s had some trivial affairs, but I don't know anyone lately.

You're wrong. He has a lover, a very beautiful woman.

Come on, Lilian. You're imagining things.

H�lene! This is Lilian Rander, the girl I told you about.

- Mademoiselle. - My wife.

- Madame. - You've never met before?

- Never. - No, never.

Curious. You seem to have similar tastes.

- Really? - Such as?

For a start, your perfume. You both use Bol�ro.

- Well, that's odd. - Indeed.

- What else? - You both love a rugby player.

Half time.

When Lavielle says "to me", you pass to Rigaux.

But if Lavielle is clear, then pass to him, of course.

- I'm confused. - And watch your passes.

Be more careful, for God's sake.

- Here, I saved you the best. - Oh, thank you!

- What company! - Quality over quantity.

- To your beauty, Lilian. - To our friendship.

- To your success. - No, to the success of the team.

You've put out too many glasses.

No, they're for Mme Carbonnel and M. Rivals.

- You never mentioned me to her? - No, never.

She sees me as a rival.

We have to explain that nothing happened between us.

- The truth, in fact. - H�lene...

- I must seem foolish and a bit loose. - Not at all.

- Illogical, then? - I'm delighted, actually.

- You've come to your senses. - Yes, I've been a bit crazy.

A last revolt before the resignation.

Don't pretend to be disillusioned. I can tell that you're happy.

True. Your affair with Lilian left Guy feeling isolated.

He came back to me.

I'm not kidding myself, but his growing kindness and attention

has made me realise that I still love him.

I was under no illusion. It was your frustration that led you to me.

Thank you for your loyalty.

Another man might have taken advantage of my situation.

My love for you has given way to a deep friendship.

- You can always count on me. - Help me, then, to avoid a scandal.

It would be terrible, just when I've found happiness again.

Don't worry. Lilian isn't jealous.

But she's impulsive, as you said. She worries me.

- You'll find her adorable. - That hasn't been my impression so far.

- I don't want to get to know her. - You'll have to.

I'm going to tell you a secret. Even Guy doesn't know.

I plan to marry Lilian.

- You're very quiet. Are you unhappy? - No, I've no reason to be.

- All in good time. - Where's H�lene?

- I don't know. - Where's Rivals?

- What, he's gone, too? - Ah, there they are.

While we were worrying, they were together.

- Where've you been? - Shh, it's a mystery.

H�lene and I have had a conversation of the highest importance.

- Of the what? Can I know? - Shh. I'm sworn to secrecy.

Don't make that face. You look like a bulldog!

Careful, don't be so nervous.

A glass of white, that brings luck.

- What's the matter? - Nothing.

I know that look. It spells disaster.

- I'm not a good liar like you. - What's going on in that little brain?

My little brain finally understands.

Tell me what's upset you.

You must be crazy if you think I want to talk about it.

- What's going on? - Nothing, she's highly strung.

- And not well brought up. - I'll sort it out.

- Lilian, explain yourself! - No, you'll just tell more lies.

I just want to get away. If I see you again, I'll kill you.

- Let me act as mediator. - Leave us alone.

Mazios is better than you. At least he's frank.

- Finally some appreciation. - A frank scoundrel. Come with me.

Come on, everyone on the field. Rivals, hurry up.

- Where are we going? - I don't know.

- Come to my place. We can talk. - You have some nerve!

- I can tell you about Rivals. - I'm not interested.

Lilian!

- What did she say? - Shh, it's a mystery.

We had a conversation of the highest importance.

The tables are turned now.

Don't make that face, old bulldog.

Striking me in front of witnesses, that could cost you dear.

Come on, Rivals, get on the field, for God's sake!

Dismantling the circus during a show? We've never done that.

That's why it always takes so long.

- With me in charge, that'll change. - Never!

Give me my cigar. You'll burn yourself.

Flowers are words of love,

more tender than a poem,

which can silently convey, to both the clever and the dumb,

What are you doing there?

- You? - Your father has banned me.

- Who showed you how to get in? - Me.

- You're leaving tomorrow? - Yes, tomorrow midday.

- Would you like to earn 100F? - Yes.

- Take this note to Lilian. - But she won't read it.

- Just take it. - If he refuses, I'll do it.

And the 100F?

Our first meeting was disagreeable,

but now, think of me as a devoted friend.

I want you to know that, before you leave town.

- What do you want? - Someone asked me to deliver this.

Who?

- Well, who? - M. Rivals.

I told you not to mention him. Take it away.

No, hand it over.

You ought to read it.

He wants to see me again. What nerve!

How deceitful!

By breaking up with Rivals, you ruined his alibi.

He still needs you as a smokescreen.

- This time, he can go to hell. - Well done. And my very best wishes.

I must see you.

I'll be waiting at home tomorrow, 11am.

I beg you to come. Ren�.

Carbonnel, don't leave us now. We have to crush Carcassonne.

All right. But this is my last match.

Until now I was a sportsman first and a husband second,

but now I'm switching roles.

We're losing you just as Rivals returns. The team will never get back on form.

- Is Rivals in shape? - I don't know.

- What? You haven't seen him? - Not for 3 days.

- Call him then. - His phone's off the hook.

- So bang on his door. - No, I respect his suffering.

Have you seen Firmin? I don't understand it.

I watch his diet, his drinking, he lives like a monk.

But look at him. Dark circles round the eyes, stringy legs,

shortness of breath, emptiness of head. What's the cause?

Too much abstinence, obviously. Let him do what he wants.

I'd like to, but Marina is even more strict than me.

When he went to the cinema on his own, what a scolding he got!

You look happy, Mazios. What new mischief are you up to?

The best yet. A real bit of devilry.

Come on, then. You're dying to tell me.

I'm very fond of you, you know.

You remind me of a bull that rushes at the red rag and breaks its back.

But you have a tendency to charge at yellow rags.

I don't follow. Speak more clearly.

- Have you seen Rivals lately? - No. So what?

- He's hiding? - He's upset.

- So he says. Are you free at 11? - Yes, why?

- To pay him a visit. - He's not answering.

He may to someone. By the way, how's your wife?

- Where are you going with this? - I want to open your eyes.

- Rub harder, kid. - Hey, listen.

Are you suggesting that my wife will be with Rivals at 11?

I'm not suggesting anything.

I warn you, if you're lying, this will be your last mischief.

- Save your anger for your friend. - Enough!

But if you're telling the truth...

Hello, Marie? Is my wife at home?

What? She's left?

Fine. Thank you.

Marina, a half of beer.

You'll see, when it's finished, it'll be quite something.

Look, I'll be putting a mural there, in the summer.

I'll connect the 2 shops.

Firmin will become manager of the Figaro Sportif

and I'll work on the counter.

- It's a good idea. - Marina came up with it.

- She's no fool. - Oh no.

You're right. You can't trust anyone.

- What did you say? - It's true. I heard it all.

Mazios said that Rivals is meeting Carbonnel's wife at 11.

- At 11? You're sure? - Yes.

- That's odd. - Why?

Ren� asked me to meet him at 11.

Of course. He wants to use you as a cover.

If the husband appears, he'll hide his mistress and bring you out.

What a terrible person! Luckily, you won't be there.

Lilian!

- Let me kiss you. - Let me get my breath back first.

- I thought you weren't coming. - I wasn't going to.

Forgive me, old chap, for ever doubting you.

May I?

Blood and gold. Forever.

Hands off! Or I'll tell Guy who you were really waiting for.

- You. - Liar!

- You got my note? - Yes, and Mazios explained it to me.

What, another trick by that scoundrel?

Mazios is a good man.

- Explain yourself. - No!

This time, I know the way out.

- Listen to me. - No!

What are you doing? Were you eavesdropping?

- No, I brought you this. - What is it?

- The note M. Rivals sent you. - Well?

I found it in Mme Carbonnel's handbag.

How did H�lene get this?

I understand. I threw it away. Mazios must have given it to her.

The swine!

- So you really were waiting for me? - How could you doubt it?

- So you came here just for Guy? - Just for him.

- You don't love me at all? - I hate you.

- What are you stealing now? - Nothing.

Come here.

- Hand it over. - But my dear sister...

Hand it over. Put it back where you found it.

- What's that bulge? - Mme Carbonnel's handbag.

- Thief! Give it back. - If I feel like it.

Do as you're told!

I'll tell papa you've been kissing M. Rivals.

He's my fianc�, you rascal, and he has every right to do so.

Subtitles by Kinsayder at KG.