All language subtitles for Le Gentleman d Epsom (1962)

Where is "Paupiette"?

He is on the outside.
It looks very good.

"Turcos" leads,
no wonder as he knows the course so well.

"Uranium" will win!

-Go "Paupiette"!
-"Reine des Pr�s"!

-"Uranium"!
-Come on, "Garcia"!

"Uranium" is all alone. Go on!

What makes this clown Kasper?
Did you see that?

Bravo, "Poincelet".

-Cheating!
-What is going on?

Bandits! Robbers! Go to jail!

-Did you have money on "Paupiette"?
-Yes. A scandal.

You can say that again!

The inlet of the fifth race:

First is the number 6: "Uranium".

-Second is "Paupiette".

-We attempt it in the sixth race.

Good day, Commander.

-So we have lost?
-"Lost" you call it!

Philibert is ridden like a donkey.
That one I'm done with!

I lost 200000
You and their "assets"!

-Please?
-I have sought you.

I just learned,

that "Paupiette" had eaten bad.

Philibert wanted to avoid embolism.

And why not tell me that?

Mr. Rothschild is beside himself.
He is looking for you everywhere.

Well, nevertheless tell him I'm angry.

Oh, no, he will say it himself.
-Good.

-Are you related to Rothschild?
-He is like a brother.

You are a coward.

What did I say to you,
when you begged for my advice?

-"Begging"!
-Yes, begging.

What did I say to you?

-Never bet less than 10 to 1.
-Exactly, so it is.

If you prefer to play sweepstakes,
you can then do with the charlatan.

Do you want to bet in the sixth?
Hey, come here ...

Forgive.
I thought I had the right...

You have no rights.
We do not come from the same stable.

They were in Vaugirard, I in Saumur.

They talk of horses as a blind man of color.

Everyone as it best can, yes?

Do not address me in the future.

-Not even from afar.
-But Commander...

Excuse me for earlier, but...

I thought you were in difficulties.

Never, and if so I help myself.

I think you exceed your powers.

Excuse me.

Is a good one.

Commander?
-Yes.

Do you have 1.000 Francs?

If I had 1000,
I would have 16000 in few minutes.

Because I would bet on
"Cumulus" at 16 to 1, that is a dream.

Hurry, we it's gonna rain on us.

We therefore proceed home on foot?

Yes, through the forest.

In spring it's something quite appealing.

The Duke of Morny did often,
followed by his coach.

Come under the umbrella.
But take your hands out of your pockets.

It is perhaps inappropriate.
But I know someone...

who was filthy rich.
He is a restaurant operator.

I understand.

But that is a crank,
dreams of horses and awakes neighing.

He is ready for anything.

They are becoming increasingly rare.
What are you waiting for?

Well, I'm scared,
it's wrong to take advantage.

Afraid to be too cautious.

Nowadays there lacks honorable men.

For you that would be a cinch.

How about a little trade?

Not with me.

-But yet you know me.
-Yes, precisely.

-Who is that?
-I do not know. He looks elegant.

-Who is this?
-A duchess.

-Do you know them?
-I know them all, my friend.

What do you think,
where would the madness stop?

-For whom?
-The pizza maker.

The menu that knows no boundaries.

Oh, the guy really talks[or- behaves]
as if on a higher level.

-What do you think?
-We will come back.

It will go well for us here now
as soon as resources allow.

-A little fruit?
-No, thank you.

-Or Birnenmus?
-No, thank you. I must go.

Well, then do not.

Here, I have bought
extra Havanas especially for you.

Smoke it with you in the club, yes.

And do not exaggerate a playing.

Aunt,
the club is not what you think.

It is just an excuse to quietly read a newspaper.

25 Louis on "Stern".

The game carries on, gentlemen.

This won't continue.
Here we go, Mr. Banker.

"Stern": Payout ratio 24 to 1

Which so passes only one in a blue moon.

Do you not Robowskys law of repetition?

-No.
-I did.

50 Louis on "Stern".

You are masochistic. Or naive.

200 on "Stern".

The game carries on.
The latest wagers, please.

Everything is set.
Here we go, Mr. Banker.

"Stern": 500 francs with 24 to 1.

The hotshot with 250 francs.

There are 3 with 50 francs.
There are 22 with 25 francs.

-Not bad for the start.
-Robowskys law, my advantage.

-It's personal.
-It's personal now.

Thank you very much!

-Have you seen something?
-Unprecedented.

Those are covered up!

Let us speak of "Papillon V."

We were so duped?

What was the matter?

Victor rode like a donkey.

It ran in the same manner as "Watkins".

Only it takes the last curve too far,
then it wants to adjust!

-"Watkins" at "Holocaust".
-"Watkins" at "Holocaust"?

1899 Long Champ...

-But you have no tip for me?
-Possibly.

-Your money, Commander.
-Thank you.

Morning. I must go very early to the racetrack.

If you want my opinion on a horse,
know it before it enters the track.

And it looks promising?
-20 To 1!

The luck is with us.
Always go with it!

18 to 1 is the price of Cadran!

True, the tip was from me.

There is much more
concern with tomorrow however.

How are we doing it? Will you call me?

Only if the plan is solid.

You know my motto 'no adventures'.

A sip of bubbly?

One does not only have to be awake in time,

but also be certian to clear their mind.

-Gonna get up at the crack of dawn?
-Yes, in order to awake with the horses.

Two things are especially important to me:
My reputation and Your Money.

-Good night, dear friend.
-I'm not going with you.

THE HOME OF THE FUTURE

It is ten o'clock, Commander.

Well and?

Thank you.

Is there something nice today?

Oh, there are beauties and some beasts.

Depending on how one views.

I ask, because my child has come.

And I would like to profit without risk.

If you want safety,
wager on 3, profit is guaranteed.

Connect me with Wagram 17-48.

-Hello, I connect you with Wagram.
-Hello, Arthur?

I feel good, even very good!

Pity that you've not run,
and thus not familiar with the race

It was truly magical.

-I agree.
-You've done well it appears.

They upgraded the horse to 300000.

That was in London,
the price does not influence.

Very well. What does it mean?

The mare? She is called "Ridoxine".

"Ridoxine" is a beautiful name.

Yes, you should see the beast!

Swan neck and legs like an "i".

And as captive as "Eclipse".

Only starts a little nervous,
but then off like a rocket.

Well then, let's play!

Yes, only you do.

'Course, I was obviously spending...

-You know but...
-No, not such amungst friends!

We agree on 100 Louis, and is good.

On parting, dear friend.

Give me Trudaine 78-23.

Friedmann here.

Ah finally, you're it!
Do you have any good news?

I was seventh at the races
and have the horse of the year so far.

With legs like an "i".

And as captive as "Eclipse"
if you understand.

Only a little nervous,
but then rocketed through.

And what was it called?

"Fantomas" of "Funambule" and "M�lisande".

This is the scoop of the day
possibly of the year!

How can I thank you?

As always: 100 Louis on the hand.

Those are already safe.

Then, on re-listening, dear friend.

Commander! How are you?
What is new?

Well, for today: a real steam engine!

Legs like an "i"
and runs like a rocket.

-The name of the steam engine?
-"Sy-co-phan-te".

-What?
-"Sy-co-phan-te"!

So, as always: 100 Louis for me.

On parting, dear friend.

Connect me with Central 60-60.

Well then, no doubt.

As always: 20 for me, two for you.

Good day. You're staggering out.

How do you do?

Glad you are finally here!

Let's not be so tense.

I cannot be in two places at the same time.

Come, horses are like men.

It starts so well again.

-There we can celebrate.
-We do that nevertheless.

-"T�n�breuse"?
-Yes, the lady makes us rich.

This can become a large thing. Really big!

Jenny! close the door, my God.

-Yes?
-In this case, it is something special.

-"Arcan" starts this doped.
-But... !

I find you just as repulsive.

But the only means against dishonesty is�

...to use it.
-Naturally.

I've been shown first hand
by someone who owes me something.

I know it is the stuff from her Guatemalan dandelions.

-But there is a snag.
-That I figured.

The supplements take
effect ten minutes after ingestion.

-Perhaps for five minutes.
-Yes, and?

Everything must be exactly right.

Is it too early to release the funds, or too late.
Or vice versa.

-That is precise work!
-That is why it's so confounding.

If times are correct,
it becomes a huge score.

My little Lucien ...

-I should call you so?
-Whether you should? I insist!

Well, if everything goes smoothly,
we are witnessing the event of the century.

I put everything on victory.
And 5000 is for you.

-This is too much.
-Let me.

-Okay.
-Where do we meet?

-Like always, three o'clock at the entrance.
-All right.

Well then, goodbye.

Until later, Commander.

Go now, rehearsal.
I must still go to the city.

Get me my pinstripe suit.

He bets, and we process its debts.

And not just for a week.

"T�n�breuse" won.
It's on the scoreboard!

Fifth running:
Photo finish of number 1 and number 5.

Third place: Number 3.

Such a mess!

I have yet to see the
photo of this so-called tight ending.

Of course,
"T�n�breuse" and "Ridoxine" are same height!

-Nevertheless, not correct at all!
-And if!

You see, it regulates itself.

Let it rain money!

20000 at 12 to 1,
which makes 240000 for me.

And 24000 for you.

And now,
do we bet everything or only half?

Only rush into nothing.

What is wrong with you?
I think all or nothing!

The question is:
Pure losses or guard profits?

This is not the same.

But "Arcane" is full of dandelions...

The horse is fickle.

Even if it has effects of drug,
one never knows what happens.

-What do we do then?
-Good day, Commander.

They should leave me alone.

Don't we want peace?

I've only been losing.
More than ever before.

I told you so.

But I've got a good heart,
despite your ingratitude.

"H�liotrope" in next running.

Hello. Hello.

The horses approach the start.

Ah, you look!

300000 on "Arcane", could be worth itself.

-Worthwhile because of oneself!?
-Well, take nevertheless. Take!

So much unpredictable... even a bit too much!

According to photo finish,
we were second and the doping went wrong.

-Pretty much unpredictable!
-Stroke of fate.

Thereby I'm liberal. Or at least democratic.

Jockeys who cheat, temperamental horses...
Each to his own.

But a small businessman,
who an officer harassed...

because the people asserted wrongly.
That goes too far!

The bourgeoisie takes itself out too much.

O Tempora! O Mores!

-What?
-That's Latin: What sad degenerate times!

And "degenerate time" is still harmless.

In reality we live
in a time of revolution when,

the change in values is nothing new.

I was there: 1927.

I did not join when they
sat Hussars on motorcycles.

" Saumur" and " Cadre Noir"
get in a bad state to see,

was unbearable to see.

I have whip, hat and spurs delivered.

I have nothing against horse droppings,
but against lubricating oil.

I must go.
I've arranged a meal.

-Goodbye.
-Bye. Until tomorrow.

tv-I add some oil to the pan�
-Thanks, Hubert.

tv-Approximately two spoons,
depending upon discretion�

tv-And approximately 50 grams of butter.

tv-And 50 grams are approximate the
size and quantity of the two spoons oil.

tv-Now a large onion, which I only take half.

tv-I remove both ends. Exactly so.

tv-In order to save time,
cut the whole thing into thin slices.

tv-Well, see how fast it works.

tv-And is not difficult.

tv-Now I put the pieces of onion in the pot.

tv-For our recipe...
-Come in.

-Good evening.
tv-To continue, please...

tv-And now we come to
the serious part of the story.

tv-Take a beautiful pheasant.

-Yes.
-A beautiful "pheasant"�

-Your brother.
-Speak of the devil�

Clutch not once more.

It should read: "Commander" or
"Mr. Richard Brilliant-Charmery".

tv-Pluck the pheasant�
-I'm there again.

-You don't say.
-Good evening, Major.

Nice that you've returned [or-recovered].

-Take out for my sake?
-Because of the parasites.

-Are you eating here?
-No, because of my sister.

Never a hassle, always welcome.

According to your "warmth",
the series continue?

-I do not understand you.
-Your own Berezina and Waterloo!

I must disappoint you.

I have properly cleared.

-But will but you stay for dinner?
-If you ask me nicely.

Thank you.

Since you have now "properly cleared",

you can pay back the 40000,

the funds you borrowed years ago.

Borrowed from my own money.

How could I have borrowed from myself?

-That's true.
-I do not understand.

Is this to be an allusion?
An allusion, yes.

On Your rubber-Berezina and your oil-Waterloo.

As you can see, the stock market
is the death place of the dowry.

And you are their grave-digger.

-Are you here to create [or-sow] discord?
-He only jokes.

That means you admit that you
did not omit anything.

The "Oustric-thing",
which matches that property...

-The streetcar in the Andes...
-I must interrupt you.

Either he came too late or
nobody him informed.

And whom I have to thank
for my bust in the race of '49?

Thus no,
for instructions I am now really too old.

Where is my niece?

She learns, in her room.
-Well then I go help her now.

Help how?
As if the notion would have!

-My crazy uncle, how are you?
-Well.

But do not call me "crazy",
you disrespectful child.

-That is Scotch.
But, yes.

-Papa has banned me.
-I am not on his side.

-But he is right.
-Well so?

And what do I do
if one forbids it to me?

-I serve myself.
-Yes, bumming off bachelors.

-But not with me.
So what, there are no more.

That was your time to it.

Subdued light, Carlos Gardel, Orient-Express...

The Borromean Islands.

-You were certainly stunning!
-You still cannot get around me.

-What is it?
-Only integral calculus.

Review of numerical values.

It is new and makes fun again.

-Do you have desire?
-If I had knowledge of math,

then I would have
led in war like your grandfather.

A uniform would have pleased me so.

-Say, Uncle...
- What?

-Can you lend me 10,000 francs?
-For what?

If a woman asks you for money,
never ask what for.

-Pardon, please...
-For a record player.

Children, come eat!

Wow, you stay for dinner?

Looks like it has
already been decided.

Richard!

Maud.

-What are you doing here?
-Walking. And you?

-Nothing.
-Then get in.

Incredibly, after all this time,
and all at once...

Let you look at.

Same. The same but better.

-You have not altered.
-But!

No, you're still talking about nonsense.

-Were you not married in America?
-One escapes.

-The marriage?
-No, America.

I look into the shops here
every now and again.

Steve accompanies me if he can,
but he has much to do.

-And you?
-Always on call.

What would you like to do?
Dancing, loiter, eat cake?

Buy what you will,
it's mostly of leopard, leather and expensive.

-I wanted to start with hats.
-We are in wrong place.

-Why? Caroline Peloux.
-They make only Minister hats.

One calls you then Mrs. President.

And no more talks with you.

-As he is called?
-Caesar.

-Caesar! Turn there in front.
-Yes, my gentleman.

Would that chinese costume fit?

-I would prefer a beige jersey.
-Yes.

Yes, perhaps.

-Well, I will take these two.
-With pleasure, madam.

And you taught me how to dress.

ln the spring on the track
in the bright sunshine...

and at the finish line
you kissed me on the neck.

"Lady Be Good" had just won
for me at 30 to 1.

You said: I'll show you
how a horse is a mink.

And so it was then.

Now tell already,
how much did the mink cost?

You remember,
and that is priceless.

Yes, I remember...

The model for men.
We have it in different sizes.

Perfect.

Let's now bring the evening
to the "Ritz". Mrs. Mulligan.

-You live in the "Ritz"? Out of habit?
-Out of loyalty.

One does not see you there no more?

The hotel life is not for me,
too many people.

I look for something in "Marais".

That is the only nice area,
now that everything degenerates.

Everywhere one sees
many color spots and decay.

Do you live around New York?

Yes, because of Steve's work.

But I live my life.
We have a great view.

Well, you learn every day.

So it's beautiful not only in Versailles.

You do not get around me.

-And what's he doing?
-Who?

-Steve.
-Business is slow.

Mines, heavy metals, tungsten,
no idea what exactly.

-Mines are not a bad idea.
-Madam!

I was on the racetrack
with the ambassador, Steve's friend.

I hoped to meet you there.

I have no desire to influx the jockeys in the weighing.

It is a pleasure of the little people.

In a few years the
new hat fashion will be.

Absence really only basques and visor cap.

Steve makes very funny caps.

Excuse me, there are no funny hats.

On his head perhaps.

Too late, we're here,
you're presence will be missed.

Maybe not.
What are you doing tonight?

-Packing.
-Pity.

I fly back tomorrow morning around eight.

-I would gladly eat with you.
-It's getting late.

Good, then a late dinner.

Do not say no,
that could you never.

Well then, get me at ten clock.
I'll try to be ready.

The same music, the bad violonist,
the Hotelier, which nothing escapes�

-Admit it, nothing has changed.
-Nearly nothing. Little things.

Do you remember the singer then?

-Oh la la...
-He has grown quite a bit.

You wanted to kill him
with a sword because of me.

I should have done it, then he
would have died a handsome man.

A pound caviar for two,
that is a customer, Mr. Boris!

Client? One evening the
commander came in here on horseback.

He was
in love with Lulu Montparnasse.

Lulu always sat next to the orchestra,
and ate bare-chested.

A queen!

That night lasted 60 hours and nobody went.

The commander called Lulu "Sonia".
Even wanted to marry her.

-He drank like a Romanov.
-He was drunk.

"Drunk"! Go away, scrawny westerner.

What a life!
They were beautiful years, Richard.

Every now and then,
I think of you with laughter.

-You laugh often?
-That is unfair.
fefr.

Steve is a fine fellow.

Yes, the mines,
but he would not tackle it.

His grandfather had 50 cents
when he started.

While I was fighting.

For us we were
always around horses.

They separated us anyhow.

Here, I actually bought it for you.

Thank you.

But why "actually".
I never forget anything.

But... me.

On the race course in Epsom.

Do not speak of it now, it bothers me.

A disaster! A bloodbath!
Like Shakespeare!

The coach of the Duke had
given me a golden tip on "Suncup".

But then?
A hint of patriotism...

I set everything
on a french horse.

What the heck?
Betrayal of one's own people.

I told you, I'm going to pick up the win,
even though I was broke.

-But why didn't you say anything to me?
-Why did "Lady Be Good" win?

And "Fanfaron" lost?
So why this happens?

Why does one have
no more desire to explain it?

Who knows?

The whole thing is really quite stupid.

You know "Schaschlik Spezial".

I'm talking about Epsom.

-Have you been waiting long for me?
-I do not know, my clock was broke.

You had shifted it the previous day.

I was fired, I've been waiting
at the gate for you, and then...

And then, Steve.

How "and then, Steve"?

A gentleman who invited me to London...

I agreed. That was it.

To bother a woman
on the outcome of a race track...

And you were in Saratoga?

Yes, first of all it was on the grandstand.

In addition I had landed a large scoop.

And he had to bet on "Suncup".

Ah then,
he has also won with my horse!

My darling, you're wonderful.
You'll never grow up.

Just as I had you in mind!

Thank you, Richard.

Dance with me.

Time passed so quickly.

My flight is in four hours.
I still have the hotel.

The bill, please.

You are not in " Diners Club"?

That is very American.
Seems like large-scale catering establishment.

Do you have a pen?
I've no pen.

Thank you.

Let's see.

Perfect. I write 200000.
Could you please bring me the remaining money.

-Should I drop you off?
-No.

I would like to enjoy smoking
my last cigar on the way.

It was wonderful.

Time will tell where we meet again,
in Epsom, or Saratoga.

So, what is it?

Something, which leaves you perhaps cold,
doesn't affect me likewise.

The family honour. Do they
still play billiards with Baron Emblain?

No. We never played billiards.
We play bridge.

-This is the same.
-Oh?

At least in the result.
He will no longer play with you.

Absolutely not a game anymore.

Why?

Is the Baron still with that Paris bank?

-He is a board member.
-I gave him a bad cheque.

-What?
-What do you expect?

You know what a russian evening is?

As a gentleman,
you must throw money around.

-And now?
-I'll go to jail.

Impossible! Have you ever
thought of Th�r�se? Their niece? For me?

This is precisely why I speak of family honor.

I refuse to be blackmailed.
I spit on your "honor".

-How despicable.
-You must pay for that.

I will not help you off the hook.

Even if I wanted to, I could not.

-The banks on strike since yesterday.
-Banks on strike?

-Is that official?
-Of course it is.

-Read times newspaper.
-Not so my dear!

If you question my honor,
I question their advice.

Are my colleagues already there?

-Not yet.
-Maybe he was locked up.

Get me an accomplice.
It's starting already.

Buy "Paris-Turf"!
Buy "Paris-Turf"!

Charlot, can you help me out of trouble?

I have no money for entry.

Because I have something for you.

If you bet on L�on, you get 2000 francs.

Then we are even.

That I would not offer to everyone.
Your confidence honours me.

So, you are here for bets with Leon.

And 2000 are available to you.

-Set this twice.
-I do not need instructions.

The blacks here, another there,
the third I did not show.

Whoever finds it for 1000 francs?

-Here?
-But no!

One left, one right and one... in the middle.

Again from scratch. The red ones lost,
the black one is here.

This remains here, where it is.

Here. Turn their card.

Follow the reds.
You need to find them, must hide.

-Who finds it for 10000?
-What do you think?

-Right.
-Not in the middle?

There it should be,
but he shifts it aside.

-Do not have 20000.
-Give me another 10000?

-I was so sure.
-How can that be?

-I was probably distracted.
-The whole thing again with ace of diamonds.

It's about the red. Follow her.

The red wins again.
There is the ace of diamonds.

Here it is.
Everything on the ace of diamonds.

The Red wins.
I hide them and you can find them.

Follow the Red.
Who will find it for 10000?

Bravo, Monsieur. Bravo, Monsieur.

Again. Still red.
Here it is. Here you see them.

The Red wins.
Excuse me. The Red wins.

Who finds it for 40?

-I said 40.
-Do they permit?

Ask, if you want.

So what!

Because of you I lost the first two.

And on we go.
It is becoming more the red.

26 To 1

26 to 1 for "Centurion", amazing!

-What do you think?
-We probably should go home.

My poor friend, this is never what you had.

"Sultan" is not in good shape.

Charly,
26 to 1, which is the horse?

26 to 1, that is "Centurion".

But I do not think he succeeds.

Once the 17th.

Victory once.

Hello, the horses are on the grid.

-Are you not to watch?
-No need. It is indeed off.

Do they allow?

If it makes you happy...

There are four that are
lagging behind by 30 lengths.

-The 17 is also there.
-That's "Centurion", right?

At the moment we are in eleventh place.

Do not tell me
what I don't want to know.

Still in eleventh place.

This is outrageous!
This gang of criminals! Stop it!

-"Moreno" was too slow.
-That was intended!

It is clear who contrived that!

Better off in the next race with "Jolie M�me"!

Thanks!

I thought it would be assured!
I lost 30000!

-So what? Who knows if that's true.
-You do not think...

I think nothing.
I wanted to bet in the fourth running.

Now I have nothing more.

-On whom do you bet?
-Number 6, "Jolie M�me"!

"Jolie M�me".

The six. 20-times to win.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Commander Brilliant-Charmery,
major of the reserve unit.

Oscar Robineau,
grain and animal feed from La Fert�.

-Very pleased.
-Likewise.

He has won! He has won!

"Jolie M�me"! "Jolie M�me"!

But that is...

-You get your money right back.
-Not a chance!

-Listen...
-Because of me you lost 20000.

I gained through you 250000.
That cannot be done.

Well, as you want. But I donate the sum
to the rider welfare organization.

And now what?
-We pick and go.

Your friend, the pizza chef is off tonight.

You call that English steak?
This is charred.

White sauce is it? Remove that.

-Just a moment.
-It's okay.

-Good evening.
-Monsieur Charly.

Here you are.

-Here?
-Good evening.

They promised me a tip.
I thought you were dead.

Not a joking matter.
Death is not funny.

I'm not joking.
One can go very fast.

One meets with friends, chatting, and then...

-Unbelievable, death like so�
-I had nothing worthwhile for you.

But you must still come.
A little sip?

Gladly.

You're welcome.

What is that?

-The Commander eats with you?
-Commander? Who is a Commander?

-Where is there a commander?
-The white-haired man there.

-Commander of what?
-Of everything!
fefing!

Retired Major,
former rider of the Cadre Noir.

He appears in all the workings
of horse trade since 1912.

The horse owners flock to him.
He knows magic formulas.

He whispers into their nostrils.
Yes! He speaks with the horses!

-What is?
-Cheyrolle would like to say good-bye.

Wait briefly.

-I hope that Madame was satisfied?
-As always, my dear Ripeux.

See you soon.

This way. This way.

-He speaks with horses?
-Yes.

-In what language?
-Depends.

Australian, normano...
There are such things as code words.

Dialects, he calls the "oral transmission".

Commander?

-Are you monsieur Ripeux?
-You know me?

I read with great attention your menu.

Henriette.

-Thank you, Henriette.
-Good evening, monsieur.

I did not see him for two days.
What do I say?

-The truth. Is he sick?
-I know something. The key is here.

Tell him, Monsieur Arthur is
waiting for news of him.

The Commander, please.
Here is his friend Lucien.

Lucien.
You know what a friend is?

Yes, but what should I do?

I told you, he went into the city.
I noted their call.

Madame, Monsieur.

So, what do you say Commander?

Quite extraordinary.

-I thought my little idea.
-This is something else.

My time in the army
taught me alot about betrayal.

You say something to a friend who repeats it,

and the realm is ready to collapse.

-Now you do not make such a face.
-That's my emotional side.

I want to please nice people.
As a child I was like that.

Even mother would say,
"Gaspard, you're too sensitive."

That is correct.
You must find me ridiculous.

Certainly not.
I must say that is rather touching.

Yes, pathetic.

Their cooking skills, love their horses,
Their youthful sensibility...

I was the leader
and as such recognize others.

-Believe me, you are one.
-I am one?

Oh, yes. And for sure!

-No, no, no.
-But, my dear...

You know what we should do?
Eat together tomorrow morning.

There are breakfast menus.
And then we'll talk times.

-After, I must go to Chantilly.
-Is that necessary?

-Because of "Brunoise".
-Your wife?

A mare that runs,
and avoids the mare price.

There's a surprise: at least 25 to 1

-Will it win?
-It is a unique horse.

-Something could always come between them.
-For a man like you?

Well, unfortunately I wasn't there at start.
Wine Steward!

Thank you, Monsieur.

I'll explain it to you.

In young mares
are always possible trouble.

Influence of the stars and sex...

We must consider that.

"We", you say?
They regard us as partners?

Yes, but...

If you really want,
why not come along to Chantilly.

-Unfortunately...
-What, "unfortunately"?
fefly"?

My thrombosis.
My pulse beats like a chicken.

Excitement is forbidden to me.

My doctor even says that going
to the racetrack would be my end.

Ripeux flies out of race and the horse is dead.

-No, a flying horse...
-I see. If this is so...

No, wait a second.

Give it here, girl.

Bet for me 100000 on " Brunoise".

Please think of my heart.

One could believe, I accepts bets.

-For a man like you?
-Appearances are deceptive nowadays.

Coat check! Coat check!

-And?
-As he stared at my glass...

He was quite infatuated with me.

-How much?
-100000.

No one else could have
pushed it so high like that.

Personally, I see this merely as a deposit.

-What turned him?
-"Brunoise".

That horse never finished a race.
The money belongs to us.

-How much do I get?
-Nothing.

-Oh.
-Tomorrow I go to the betting shop.

I'm using 100000 on "Reine de Saba".

-You win with the left.
-"Reine de Saba".

-Never would have never thought of that.
-Luckily, I think for you.

Taxi.

Here is L�on Citron from Chantilly.

Ot the racetrack, the Princes of Conde,

whom belongs to the Acad�mie Fran�aise.

Here begins the same prize horse race.

A classic race with the best young mares.

About a distance of 2100 meters.

Who will triumph?
The question everyone here ponders.

There is talk of "Reine de Saba",
from "Pomme d'amour"...

Also of "Fric-Frac",
incidentally, a strange name for a mare.

"Fric-Frac" is is located
on the right side of the screen.

Now, the starting gun.
The gates lift.

"Araminthe II." takes the lead.

A terrific young animal,

that had triumphed in Tremblay,
three weeks ago.

The better chances of
victory however belong to,

a horse from Carbington called "Reine de Saba".

The rivals are now 400 meters behind.

They pass by the stables soon.

They become slower, "Fric-Frac" runs well.

"Reine de Saba" at the top gets more air time,

so "Minouchette" can improve their position.

Half-way and it's still very open.

Ten young mares with winning chances
now run by the castle.

"Reine de Saba," with its sleek style,

leads still and should win,

but one catches up there.

"Brunoise"! Your jockey with a bright cap, dark tunic.

"Brunoise", who isn't expected still charges.

"Brunoise" catches "Reine de Saba".
It probably wins the running.

"Brunoise" has never done anything.

It can't lose anymore.
"Brunoise" wins this race.

One and a half lengths in front of "Reine de Saba".

What have I earned?
This is insanity!

You have concerns. Tell.

One cannot tell such concerns. Please leave.

First Place: "Brunoise."
Second Place: "Reine de Saba."

-Aunt Berthe.
-No, I must go out again.

B�atrice, Hurry up.
We come too late.

Huh? What are you doing here?

You should have eaten with me last night,
there were lobsters.

-Good day, Aunt Berthe.
-Come nevertheless also to the Goya exhibition.

-It's to be apocalyptic.
-More than what I've just experienced?

-I am finished, Aunt.
-Hurry.

Now Richard, won't you come along?

Thank you Aunt,
but I'll accompany you to the car.

It's not my fault "Brunoise" won.

This dullard of cooking brokered
allegedly to me, a thief.

A fool, to whom we owe 850,000 francs.

-Too much.
-Well!

-However, "Brunoise" was his idea.
-Sure, you never know who's.

-What do we do now?
-I do not know.

But what he does, I know:
He brings our morality to the police,

then before the criminal court and prison.

-Lost three times!
-And if we tell everything to Ripeux?

-We confess our sin and...
-What?

One may take two ways out
only in last emergency:

-Honesty or poison.
-And now?

Now we turn to Caesar's tactics:
We put everything on one card.

Fortunately I did not participate.
I would have fallen down dead.

-Was certainly impressive?
-Oh, if a horse is in form�

I let the saddle be changed
to tighten the muscles.

The muscles of "Brunoise"?

It is of utmost importance,
how one saddles a horse.

My book on the topic was the bed reading
of all officers on horseback.

-How was the assessment of "Brunoise"?
-850000.

You get 850000.
Chanopoulos made a face!

-If he was second?
-No, he is the bookmaker.

The 100000 plus 500000 of the house:
He has almost 5 million to pay out.

-I give him until tomorrow.
-We are not brutes. Wait!

Dear Ripeux,
but that is kind of you.

You are truly a gentleman.

-Why a candle?
-We celebrate our first victory.

-May it not be the last.
-Who knows?

Your mother was right: You're too sensitive.

But an old soldier like me
makes no accusations.

Oh well.

-I'm afraid just to spoil you.
-Huh?

-Ripeux.
-Yes?

Do you really think
that money equals happiness?

-Doesn't make one unhappy.
-Well, then I give you much happiness.

You need a dowry for their daughter.

-Do you want to become rich?
-Yes, why?

Also, a horse of Madame
de Carbouffe runs tomorrow in Auteuil.

A son of "Minos" and "Pasiphae."
His half brother is a "Saint-Simon."

-It has the most illustrious ancestors.
-And who is this lovely horse?

"Minotaure".

-Do you think it's the big break?
-The best of all.

-Would you bet everything on it?
-I never play.

The house sets the maximum amount.

So if you have the 85,000 of "Brunoise" bet,

you should expect about 4 million.

-These are still 5 to 1.
-Yes.

Without wanting to offend you ...

I'm probably speculating absurdly really?

And if it goes wrong?

Now, perhaps you are right.
My friendship made me blind.

But I do understand you: nice
quiet restaurant, cuisine ...

A small business.
They are not creative for large dealings.

I will pay you tomorrow the 850000
and you bring it to the Savings Bank.

Yes, with the 2% it is safe.
Security is lost at 3%.

The old Ripeux
It has you quite fooled then.

And in school, it was the same.

The School Board said:
"Ripeux, you will be an actor."

I could also have became one.

I am grandchild of Auvergnern,
himself well with money.

I do my bills always every night.

As for profit, I never saved anything
in war: the purest Boaschlange!

You know not.
Saumur, the Military Academy...

-Our surroundings are different.
-However.

I came to Paris in sneakers.
So, I want to carry on.

There are huge vaults in Switzerland.
I want everything.

"Minotaure" ...this is the big feast.

I can feel it.
I've got a nose like a hound.

Only 4 million?
You know me very good.

The 850,000 of "Brunoise" plus 100000.

So Ripeux. Oriental art.
Are 5 million at this time?

Are you sure?

Hello, hello.

The horses go to the starting line.

Number 6, "Minotaure" stands at 25 to 1.

The lame horse!
A penny it's worth.

Are you sure that "Minotaure" loses?

Not that he gets us like with "Brunoise".

I have thoroughly investigated.
He has no chance.

You see everything.
Which number has "Minotaure"?

-Number 6.
-Oh!

-Red cap.
-Yes.

-Green cap.
-Oh!

-If yes, is good.
-What?

Your "Minotaure" runs good.

-Otherwise, he lags behind.
-Well sure!

-How much have you bet?
-900000.

"Flamenco" wins.

Terrific!

-Still at times lucky.
-I am in form. That is an indication.

I recognized the loser of the fifth race...

and the winner of the sixth,
which is more difficult.

FIRST PLACE: NUMBER 4

-Do something.
-The heart has failed.

No, the excitement.

-Strange...
-I'm not amazed.

He even claimed he had 950000
bet on "Minotaure".

This is not good.

I leave you to your conscience.

Previously you had only cheated, not killed.

Me?

Who like a horse is not strong,
should not go to the racetrack.

"Minotaure" ...this is the big feast.

We stuff ourselves full!
I have the nose of a hound.

The 850000 of "Brunoise" plus 100000.

That is like Ripeux. Oriental art.

-Are you out of Melun?
-I thought you were in Fresnes.

-What are you doing here?
-Having a bet in the last run.

-At the last race? Me too.
-First a little nervous...

-But then, like a rocket.
-Mine has restraint such as "Eclipse".

Say only.
I considered it a secret tip.

I've got an expert.

Who says that? Mine is a
riding instructor, with a mustache.

-Wwith all due respect, I was in Saumur.
-In Saumur?

-"Cadre Noir".
-The commander?

-Exactly.
-We have the same!

-Call every morning at ten?
-Of course.

-Who do you recommend?
-Number 7, "Fleur des Pois".

The jockeys rise.

Number 7, 22-times to win.

Number 3, 22-times to win.

Number 7, 22-times to win.

Then the 8, please.

For me, the 8, yes?

Number 3, once to win.

And number 8, five to win.

Hello, hello.

The horses go to the starting line.

This time, all the clowns at the race.

-What do we do?
-With the clowns?

No, whom shall we set on?
The 8 "Mexicana" is supposed to be...

Hello, hello.

The horses are in the starting line-up.

Hey, the number 7!
20-times to win.

Number 7, 20-times.

Please.

I wanted the 7, not the 8th

What should I do with the 8?

-Turn about and change this properly.
-Too late.

-Too late, too late!
-What gives commander?

He pushes me into madness. Ridiculous!

This is down right theft!

-And?
-The 7, number 7, go!

Looks great for us.

Number 7, Number 7!

Number 7 wins.

-No, the number 8!
-Number 8!

Quite scarce. Hardly a horse length.

Last week I was fifth,
Second today. A question of patience.

6650 francs.

Thank you.

Next, please.

"Mexicana" paid off somewhat for you?

You advise us 7
but you earn on the 8.

"Fleur des Pois" was dizzy.
I learned it today...

and changed her bet on "Mexicana".

Do you find this risky?
Do you want its commitment back?

-But Commander!
-Shall I drive you home?

No thanks.
Tonight we settle accounts.

Now I am expected.
Goodbye.

That is a true gentleman.

Yes, the style of yesteryear.
Those were the days.

Perhaps he is the last of it's kind.
We are lucky.

I do not understand.
Did you not want to put on the 7?

Things change.

The problem with your players
is the stiff way of thinking.

You hold too close to the logic,
origin, distance, weight...

That's why I put so much value on intuition.

And then you can sometimes slip.
It can happen.

-I think 7 and say 8.
-Well, who says more than he thinks...

They are really primitive.

I won because I had to win.

-And that's all.
-Oh.

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-Yes, master.

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