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Narrator: On September.?, 7973,

a blue fly capable of flapp/hg 70 beats a minute...

Landed on 5 t. Vincent street in montma/tre.

A t that moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby,

the what magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tab/ec/ot/7.

Mean w/7//€, /n a 5 tb—floor flat on a venue truda/ne, Paris 9,

returning from his best friend's funeral,

Eugene co/ére erased him from his address boo/c

A t the same moment, a sperm with one x chromosome...

Belong/ng to Raphael pou/a/n...

Made a dash for an egg in his wife amandine.

Nine months later,

Amelie pou/ain was born.

Jj

Amélie from montmartre...

Narrator: Her father, an ex—arm y doctor,

works at a spa at enghien 1 es bains.

Tight lips, hard heart...

Raphael poulain d/s/I/(Es pee/ng next to someone else.

He also dislikes...

Catching scornful glances at his sandals...

Cl/ng y wet swimming trun/(S.

Raphael pou/a/n I/'/(Es..

Peeling large strips of wallpaper...

Lining up and shining his shoes...

Emptying his too/box,

cleaning it out,

and putting everything back

Amelie's mother, a schoolmistress from grugeon,

has always had shaky nerves

facial twitch, weak nerves...

She dislikes puckered fingers in the bath,

ha ving her hands touched by strangers...

Pillow marks on her cheek in the morning

amandine poulain likes figure skaters' costumes on TV,

polishing the parquet,

emptying her handbag,

cleaning it out,

and putting eveiything back

Amelie is 6.

Like all little girls, she'd like to be hugged by her daddy.

But he never touches hei; Except for a man th/y checkup.

The thrill of this rare contact...

Makes her heart beat like a drum.

As a result, he thinks she has a heart defect.

Declared unfit for school,

Amelie is taught by her mother.

The hens brood here henceforth.

Four hens brood...

Very good.

Hens fourth.

No!

Narrator.“ deprived of playmates,

slung between a neurotic and an iceberg,

Amelie retreats into her imagination.

In this world 1 ps are made like pancakes

the neighbors comatose wife...

Has chosen to get all her life '5 sleep in one go.

After this, I can stay awake day and night.

Narrator: Amelie has one friend blubber.

Alas, the home environment has made blubber suicidal

Blubber's suicide attempts destroy mother's nerves

a decision is made.

Enough!

Narrator: To comfort Amelie,

her mother gives her a used instamatic.

Man: Little girl, look what you did!

Narrator: A neighbor fools her...

Into thinking her camera causes accidents.

Ha ving taken pictures all afi'ernoon,

Amelie is petrified

she stares at the TV, racked by the guilt...

Of causing a huge fi're,

two derailments,

a jumbo jet crash.

A few days later,

realizing she 'd been had

Amelie gets her revenge.

What?!

Narrator: One day, tragedy strikes.

Amandine takes Amelie to notre dame to pray for a baby brother.

Minutes later, heaven sends,

alas, not a baby boy,

but Marguerite, a tourist from Quebec...

Bent on ending her life.

Amandine dies instantly.

Afi'er her mother's death, Amelie lives alone with her father.

His unsociable tendencies increase.

He '5 obsessed with building a miniature shrine...

To house his wife's ashes

Narrator: Days, months, and years go by

In such a dead world Amelie prefers to dream...

She'll earn enough to leave home.

Narrator: Five years later, she is a waitress in montmaitre...

At the two windmills.

It's a ugust 29th.

In 48 hours, her life will change forever...

But she doesn't know it yet.

She lives quietly among her co workers and regulars

Suzanne, the owner,

limps a little but ne ver spills a drink

a former bareback artiste, she likes...

Athletes who cry with disappointment.

She dislikes seeing men...

Humiliated in front of their kids.

Georgette, the tobacconist, is a hypochondriac...

Migraines one day, sciatica the next

she hates the words, “fruit of thy womb. ”

Gina works with Amelie.

Her grandma was a healer.

She likes cracking bones

She brings a /(Ir to hipo/ito, a failed writer.

He likes seeing bullfighters gored on TV

s co wing at them is Joseph, Gina's rejected lo ver.

He's always jealously spying on her.

All he likes is popping bubble wrap.

Here '5 phi/omene, an air hostess.

Amelie keeps her cat when she's away

phi/omene likes..

The sound of the cat's bowl on the tiles.

The cat likes overhearing children's stories

No, thanks, ma'am. I never work sundays.

Narrator: On weekends, Amelie often takes a train...

To see her lather.

Why not use your retirement? To do what?

Travel. You've never been away.

When we were young,

your mother and I longed to travel.

We couldn't, because of your heart.

Yes, I know.

So, now...

N ow...

Narrator: Some Fridays, Amelie sees a mo vie.

I like looking back at people's faces in the dark.

Jj

Amelie: //ike noticing details that no one else sees.

But I hate it in old movies...

When drivers don't watch the road.

Man: You know, you're a very beautiful woman, Ellie.

Why, Stan! A very, very beautiful woman.

Narrator: Amelie has no boyfriend

she tried once or twice, but the results were a letdown.

Instead she cultivates a taste for small pleasures...

Dipping her hand into sacks of grain...

3;

Cracking creme bru/ee with a teaspoon...

And skipping stones at St. Martin's canal

Narrator: They call him “the glass man. ”

He was born with bones as brittle as crystal

all his furniture is padded

a handshake could crush his fingers.

He's stayed inside for 20 years.

Time has changed nothing

Amelie still seeks solitude.

She amuses herself with silly questions...

About the world below...

Such as, “ho w many couples are ha ving an orgasm now?”

Fifteen!

N'

Narrator: Fina/I, on a ugust 30, 7997,

comes the event that changes her life forever.

Lady di, Princess of wales,

died in a car crash last night...

With her companion dodi'al-Fayed

Jj

Narrator: Only the discoverer of tutankhamen's tomb...

Would know howshe felt...

Upon finding this treasure...

Hidden by a little boy 40 years ago.

On August 37 at 4:00 am, Amelie had a dazzling idea.

Wherever he was, she would find the box's owner...

And give him back his treasure.

If he was touched she 'd become a regular do-gooder.

/f not, too bad

The girl from the fifth floor. We don't see much of you.

Would you know of a boy...

Who lived in my flat in the fifties?

A boy? Have a glass of port.

No, thanks.

Come in! Close the door.

Boys? I've known so many.

They're cute...

Until they discover snowballs and chestnuts.

I've known so many boys.

When did you come here? In '64.

You'll have heard the story?

No.

I'm amazed. Sit down.

My husband worked for ladybird insurance.

It's no secret he slept with his secretary.

They used every hotel around.

Not cheap ones, either.

The bimbo liked spreading her legs,

but only on satin,

so he swiped fiom the till.

A little at first, then 50 million.

Offthey flew to Panama.

Drink up.

Onjanuary 20,1970,

my doorbell rang.

“Your husband's been killed...

In a car crash in South America.”

My life stopped there.

Black lion died of heartbreak.

Poor creature.

See how lovingly he stares at his master?

I'll read you his letters.

Don't go!

You can spare five minutes.

He wrote this from the army camp.

“Darling mado.”

That's me— Madeleine.

“I can't sleep, can't eat,

“knowing that my only reason to live...

“Is far away in Paris,

“and I won't see her until next Friday...

“When my sweet little weasel appears at the station...

In her blue dress.”

In brackets— “the one you think is too transparent.”

Did anyone ever write you like that?

I'm nobody's little weasel.

My name is Madeleine Wells.

Madeleine, like Mary magdalene.

She wept, right?

Wells, as in water.

Talk about being born to cry!

About your question...

Ask c o/lignon, the grocer.

He's lived here all his life.

C o/lign on: Hello, Amelie-mello w!

A fig and 3 nuts, as usual?

Who lived in my flat in the fifties?

What was their name?

Collignon: You've got me there, dear.

In 1950, I was two— The mental age of a cretin.

Narrator: The “cretin ” is I ucien.

He's no genius, but Amelie likes him.

She likes the way...

He handles each endi've like a precious object...

To be treated with care.

It's his way ofsho wing his love of good work

c o/lignon: I ook at him!

Like he's nursing a baby bird!

Ha! Don't ask him for curran ts.

You'd be here till Monday!

Get moving, spastic!

She hasn't got all day'

Go see my mother. She has an elephant's memory.

Elephant mom!

Thank you.

Bredoteau.

Pardon? — the name you're after.

But if! Say it, it won't count. I'm senile.

Woman: Ignore him. He's senile.

See what he's done to my Laurel?

His old job was punching Metro tickets.

Now he gets up every night...

To punch holes in my Laurel!

Too bad it's not Hardy.

We all need a way to relax.

I skip stones. — you do?

Woman: I'll find it, don't worry.

I'm very organized

I like everything. — like what?

Your son's nearly 50, and I'm still doing...

His bookkeeping!

You were still squeezing his toothpaste at 15. It follows.

Woman: Camus...

Second floor, broussard was on 8 block

got it!

Bredoteau, fifth floor.

They were northerners.

Bredoteau.

What more I can say?

, r ho w could / live, r

, r never to know the joy that you give, r

, r when I'm in yourarms j

, r / 'm under your charms j

, r ho w could / live, r

, r without you}

Narrator: Groping under the photo booth...

Is nino quincompoix.

When Amelie lacked p/ayma tes, nino had too many

J}

Narrator: Five miles apart, they both dreamed..

Of ha ving a brother and sister to be with all the time.

Hi, dad.

A new friend?

I've had him for years.

Your mother hated him, so he lived in the tool shed.

There. Let's reconcile them.

There. How about that?

Dad, if you found a precious relic from your childhood,

how would you feel?

Happy? Sad? Nostalgic?

This gnome isn't a relic.

He was a retirement gift from my old regiment.

No, I mean something you hid, like a secret treasure.

I should varnish him before the Autumn.

I'll make some tea. You want some?

Breathe in. Hold still.

Better now?

Georgette: Shut the door!

There's a howling Gale.

It's not Siberia.

Georgette: You're not allergic to car fumes!

I almost coughed up my pleura last night.

Cough up a pleura?

Man: What's on today, Suzanne?

Gina: Endives au gratin.

They'll have you on your knees.

That's good? Depends where you fall.

If in front of the toilet, not good.

12:15— laughs orgasmically to attract Alpha male.

He's gonna drive me berserk. — can't he give up?

There are plenty of other bars!

Good—bye. Madame Suzanne?

Yes? Madame Suzanne?

“Au gratin” means white sauce, right?

Yes. Why?

I can't stomach it, like you and horse meat.

It's not my stomach, it's my memory.

I'd rather cook human flesh.

You're kidding.

Madame Suzanne, can I leave early today?

What's his name?

Dominique bredoteau.

Hello.

You're Dominique bredoteau?

That's me. Why?

It's about the petition.

Petition?

Yes. The petition to...

To canonize lady di!

No, thanks.

No.

P.A..' ladies and gentlemen, sorry to bother you.

Man: Yes?

Hello. I'm looking for Dominique bredoteau...

For the European census.

Ckunetnzthfimlfibor

Hello, kitten.

E a rl g Rey? Jasmine?

What will you have?

I'm busy.

Woman: Here. Coming!

Amélie: Where can I find Dominique bredoteau?

Poordead you just missed him.

Look, there he goes now.

Man: Bretod—eau.

Not bredot—eau.

You need a little mulled wine.

Come in.

Ah.

I've lived here for five years. I never saw you before.

I never go out on the landing.

I'm fussy about who I meet.

They're all bums.

Come in.

They call me the glass man...

But my name is Raymond dufayel

Amélie poulain. I'm a waitress at...

The two windmills. I know.

And right now,

your bredoteau basket is empty.

Because it's not “do.” it's “to.”

Lme'7oa2” thank you.

I love that painting.

Ifstheluncheon of the boating party.

By renoir.

I've painted one each year for 20 years.

The hardest part is the looks.

I sometimes feel like...

They deliberately change their mood behind my back.

They look quite happy. They should be!

They're eating hare with morels...

And waffles with jam for the kids.

Raymond: Now, where's that piece of paper?

You've noticed my video camera.

A gilt from my sister-in-law

I put it there...

So I don't need to wind up my clocks.

After all these years,

the only person I still can't capture...

Is the girl with the glass ofwater.

She's in the middle, yet she's outside.

Maybe she's just different.

Ah? In what way?

I don't know.

When she was little,

she rarely played with other kids.

Maybe never.

Dominique...

Dominique bretodeau, 27 rue mouffetard.

It's for you.

Narrator: Every Tuesday morning..

Dominique bretodeau buys a chicken.

He roasts it with potatoes

a fi'er carving the legs and wings,

he lo ves picking the hot carcass with his fingers...

Starting with the oysters

mmm.

But not today bretodeau won't buy a chicken.

He 7! Go no further than this phone booth here.

Narrator: /n a flash, it all came back...

Bahamontes winning the tour de France.

A UN t Josette's slips.

And most of all, the tragic day...

The day he won all the marbles.

Bretodeau.

Bretodeau!

The pinch, bretodeau!

Bretodeau, does he know what it is?

Bretodeau: Cognac, please.

Amazing, what just happened.

It must be my guardian angel.

The phone booth was calling me...

Same here! The microwave's calling me.

I'll have another cognac.

Life's funny.

To a kid, time always drags.

Suddenly you're 50.

All that's left of your childhood...

Fits in a rusty little box.

You got kids, miss?

I have a daughter about your age.

We haven't spoken for years.

I heard she had a child, a boy.

His name is Lucas.

It's time I looked them up, before I'm in a box myself.

Don't you think?

Narrator: Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute Harmony

it's a perfect moment. Soft light,

a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city.

She breathes deeply. Life is simple and clear.

A surge of lo ve,

an urge to help mankind comes o ver her.

Let me help you. Step down. Here we go!

The drum major's widow!

She's worn his coat since the day he died.

The horse's head has lost an ear!

That's the florist laughing. He has crinkly eyes.

In the bakery window, lollipops.

Mmm! Smell that!

They're giving out melon slices.

Sugarplum ice cream!

We're passing the park butcher.

Ham, 79 francs. Spareribs, 45!

Now the cheese shop.

Picadors are 12.90. Cabecaus 23.50.

A baby's watching a dog that's watching the chickens.

Now we're at the kiosk by the Metro.

I'll leave you here. Bye!

“She can't relate to other people.”

“She was always a lonely child.”

Narrator: On a sparkling evening in July...

While on the beaches, holiday hordes...

Relax in the ne w-found sun,

and Paris's sweltering denizens...

Gaze at the star bursts of the traditional fire works,

Amelie poulain,

godmother of outcasts,

Madonna of the unloved

finally succumbed to exhaustion.

In pan's's stricken streets,

a countless throng of mourners...

Lined her funeral route in silence...

With the measureless grief of newly-orphaned children.

What a strange destiny for one who gave her all..

Yet took such joy in life's simple pleasures.

Like Don quixote, she pitted herself.

Against the grinding windmills of all life's miseries.

Narrator: /t was a losing battle...

That claimed her life too soon.

A t barely 23, Amelie poulain...

Let her young, tired body merge...

With the ebb and flow of universal woe.

As she went, she felt a stab of regret...

For letting her father die...

Without trying to give his stified life...

The breath of air she had given...

To so many others

Hey.

Hey!

Nino: Monsieur!

Nino: Hey!

Monsieur! Monsieur!

Monsieur! Monsieur!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait!

Monsieur!

Narrator: Pages full of dual /d photos...

Torn up and discarded by their owners...

Carefully reassembled by some oddball.

Some family album!

A pack ofgaulaises.

Just a second. It's so smoky in here.

Where are they? I can't see a thing.

More to the left. More...

Thank you.

You need change.

Forget it.

Yes? Mauresque.

A mauresque for the young man.

One kir, one mauresque, and two mint sodas.

Was that prenuptial or post—smooching?

Are you a congenital schmuck?

Prenuptial.

Old man: Don't worry.

You'll find your Mr. Right one day.

All women want to sleep on a man's shoulder.

All men snore after a few drinks,

and I have a musical ear.

I had my nasal cavities fixed.

I see you're a born romantic.

I see you've never known true love.

I did. It shortened my leg.

Ithoughtyou hhofiahome

Suzanne: I did

I was in love with a trapeze artist.

Stupid me.

They always drop you at the last minute.

He dropped me just before my act.

/t fioored me, plus the horse...

With me under it.

The mauresque?

Still, true love does exist.

I know.

After 30 years behind a bar,

I'm an expert.

I'll even give you the recipe.

Take two regulars,

mix them together and let them stew.

It never fails.

Man: Excuse me!

Excuse me!

I'll go.

Haven't you hurt enough people?

Gina can defend herself.

I don't mean Gina. I mean georgette.

Georgette?

Look! She craves your attention,

but all you can see is Gina.

Poor girl! The things she does...

To catch your eye!

You really must be blind.

I'm offon a date. Bye!

Good—bye. Good—bye.

Whoever her new one is,

he can't be worse than that nut...

With his tape recorder.

Joseph's not so nutty.

He's just in pain.

Come on! They split up 2 months ago.

To keep on coming here, he must be a masochist.

No.

Don't say you haven't noticed.

Noticed what?

Well, he always sits here, right?

At number 8?

Sit down.

Sit down, georgette.

What can you see?

My cigarette counter.

Nothing's missing?

Well, no.

Make an effort.

I can't see what!

Think about it. Good night.

Hello.

Amelie, reading' I etter arrives 30 years late.

A mailbag found by climbers on a glacier on mont blanc...

Was part of a cargo...

Lost in a plane crash in the late 79605.

So sad. Ayoung, pretty Princess for once.

It's okay ifshe's old and ugly?

Sure! Look at Mother Teresa.

Is he still chasing Gina?

No, he has somebody else.

Anyone I know?

Yes, yes.

Funny about this glacier.

Somebody at the two windmills?

Mmm.

Not you!

Not Suzanne...

No! — yes.

There he is again.

How strange.

And here. “Him again!”

“Lyon station.”

And here.

“March 5, austerlitz.”

Ra ymond' always the same blank face.

Always neutral.

Twelve times.

I counted. It's very odd.

Why keep taking your picture all over town...

And throw them away?

Good one, too.

It's like a ritual.

He's probably terrified of gro wing old

it's his only consolation.

He's dead!

Dead?

He's scared of being forgotten.

He wants to remind people of his face.

Like faxing his portrait from the afterlife.

A dead man scared of being forgotten.

These guys here... have it made!

They're long dead

but they'll never be forgotten.

The girl with the glass...

Maybe her thoughts are with somebody else.

Somebody in the picture?

No.

More likely a boy she saw somewhere...

And felt an affinity with.

You mean she'd rather imagine herself...

Relating to an absent person...

Than build relationships with those around her?

Mm—mmm.

Maybe she tries hard to fix other people's messy lives.

What about her? Her own messy life?

Who'll fix that?

It's better to help people than a garden gnome.

Collignon: The trucker had 2.8 grams ofalcohol in his blood!

Makes me sick.

Talk about employing irresponsible morons!

Monsieur collignon. Your keys.

Hold on, mello. Speed kills nowadays.

Model yourselfon lucien.

No radar will ever catch him while he's working!

Woman: Shame on you, Mr. C o/lignon.

It's not his fault.

C o/lignon: True, Mrs. C ouchoix.

It's not his fault he can't sleep. It's lady di's.

Guess what I found in the truck?

A lingerie catalog

he'd pasted lady di's face over the model's!

Hmph.

What today? 5 asparagus...

Or more local history?

Nothing.

“Keys cut while you wait”

Thank you.

The migraine's better?

Yes, but my sciatica kept me awake all night.

It's ages since I saw you looking so good.

Oh, yeah?

“A woman without love wilts like a flower without sun.”

Anéhe strange weather today!

What's so funny?

You're only the 100th one to say it.

We pass the time ofday to forget how time passes.

We do it to keep from taking crap.

I write crap that nobody publishes.

Another rejection?

My 30th!

Isn't your cousin a book critic?

Forget it! Critics are like leeches sucking the blood ofwriters.

Amelie: Is your book a lo ve story?

It's about a guy who keeps ajournal.

Not about his past,

but about disasters in his future.

So he gets depressed and does nothing.

Basica/I, it's about a loafer.

I'll dedicate the manuscript to you.

So you 7! Write off his tab.

His scribbles for my nibbles.

That's sponsorship.

What took you solong?

Look at the time!

Somebody peed in his mother!

“Foot cream”

“Toothpaste”

Man's voice: “Without you, today's emotions...

Would be the scurf of yesterda y's. ”

“Without you, today's emotions...

Would be the scurf of yesterday's.”

Pardon?

Without you, today's emotions...

Would be the scurf of yesterday's.

Tickets, please.

How's work?

You asked me already. Yes. Yes.

You okay these days?

Pretty much.

I feel a change.

I had two heart attacks, an abortion, did crack...

While / was pregnant.

Mmm.

Other than that, I'm fine.

Good.

Good.

Something wrong?

No, no.

No, nothing.

Your gnome's gone.

Is he back in the toolshed?

Moscow.

There. See?

No explanation.

He wants to see the world?

I can't understand it.

“ Lost”

“bag 91

“photos”

narrator: Any normal girl would call the number,

meet him, return the album, and see ifher dream is viable.

It's called a reality check

the last thing Amelie wants.

Mmmm.

Duck' / say!

Could she be falling in love?

Mm—mmm.

Where's the boss?

Shh!

Sleeping in the cauliflower.

What?

Sleeping in the cauliflower.

Oh.

You want me... want what?

A scratch card, please.

Ahh.

How does it work?

Georgette: Tell you what.

Let's both do one together.

You scratch it here...

Sideways.

Nothing. You?

Me, neither.

Unlucky at cards.

So they say.

I have to get back.

Yes.

Man on phone: Porno video palace.

I'm calling about the ad.

You're over 78? Yes.

Shaved? Sorry?

Are you shaved? Fur pie doesn't sell

How's life, Mrs. Wells?

When you've nothing to live for...

Come on. Life's great!

Dream on, kid.

Hello, Mr. Dufayel.

Hello, lucien.

Here's your order, Mr. Dufayel.

I doubt it. I hate artichokes.

You shouldn't. Watch this.

Take it.

Ta—da! Ha!

That's better.

Attention.

Ta—da! Ha ha!

Lucien, you're a wizard!

Courtesy of Mr. Collignon.

What?

Mister collignon?

Lucien!

Sorry, it slipped out.

Practice, lucien!

Practice! Repeat after me.

Collignon, down thejohn.

Collignon, down thejohn.

Yourturn now. Collignon...

Collignon, big moron!

See? You can do it.

Collignon, dead and gone!

Very good!

Collignon...

Collignon, big moron, down thejohn!

Okay! That's enough for today

I ucien, that's enough!

Very good.

Monsieur dufayel,

I found this under your mat.

N'

Let's do that again!

Makes me feel so good'

makes me so happy!

And I do believe, I do believe...

Still no win!

Me, neither.

May I?

There's a little...

You're gorgeous when you blush.

Like a wild flower.

It's my dyspepsia.

Man: Morning, all!

Beautiful day.

Pack of gitanes, please.

Bravo! Vive ia France! You scalded me!

Ten out often! Bull's—eye!

It was amélie, she...

When they went up mont blanc,

the silicon in her face froze up.

Her face was a festering mass!

Mulled wine and spice cookies.

Thank you.

I was too hard on the girl with the glass.

Tell me about that boy she saw.

Did they meet again?

No.

They're into different things.

Luck is like the tour de France.

You wait, and it flashes past you.

You have to catch it while you can.

Can I help you?

Excuse me. I found this in the street.

Nino will be glad!

He was so sad the other day.

I almost prayed to St. Anthony!

Is... nino here now?

On wednesdays he works at the fun fair.

How long has he had this collection?

Since I got him the job here, last year.

Before, he collected footprints.

He worked nights.

In the daytime, he took pictures...

Of footprints in wet cement.

He's a funny guy.

When we met, he was a Santa claus.

Ho ho ho!

Other things, like,

whenever he heard a funny laugh, he'd tape it.

Gosh!

Must be hard for his girlfriend.

He never keeps them long.

Times are hard for dreamers.

Eva! Are those coffees coming?

Gotta go. Thanks for the album.

It's okay. I have time to take it to the fun fair.

Suit yourself. The ghost train.

Ask for nino quincompoix.

Is nino here?

He doesn't get in till 7:00.

Is there no way to see him before?

Sure. 20 francs.

Ooooh.

Oooooh.

Oooooh.

Wooooo.

See you next Wednesday.

Nino:5:00 pm tomorrow, montmartre carousel.

Bring 5 francs.

Psst! Psst!

Want to know about her?

You know her? You bet!

She put us in her shirt pocket.

Nefltoherbmafl.

Is she pretty? — not bad.

Beautiful. No. Pretty.

Pretty. Beautfiu"

what does she want from me?

She is broke.

She wants a reward for the album.

Or else she collects photos, too.

She wants to trade us...

For a one—eyed man with glasses!

No, you dope!

She's in lo ve.

I don't even know her.

You do.

Since when?

Since always.

In your dreams.

Jj

Hello? Yes.

You! Man with the plastic bag!

It's for you.

Yes. Me?

Thank you.

Hello?

Follow the blue arrows, Mr. Quincompoix.

Huh?

The fool looks at a finger...

That points at the sky.

Hey!

Hello?

Amelie: I know the stranger in the pictures.

He's a ghost. He's invisible!

He only appears when the film is developed.

When a girl has her photo taken,

he goes “wooo!” in her ear...

While he fondles her neck

that's how he got caught, Mr. Quincompoix!

Who are you?

Page 51.

Do you...

Want...

To meet me?

Listen to this.

“Boy of six, while parents sleep,

drives ofi' in a pedal car.

Found on a high way in Germany,

he told police he wanted to see the stars.”

Ain't life beautiful, though?

Love. The only bug she hadn't caught.

Nobody's immune.

It gives me a break.

Love's a great beautician.

What's she like? Tall, small? Fair, dark?

Let's say... average height.

Not a dwarfor a giraffe. Normal.

Pretty, for her type.

As for fair or dark, it's hard to say.

She wasn't a redhead. Unless...

Forget it.

I remember she casually asked...

About your girlfriend.

And?

I said you weren't interested, right?

You didn't!

What do you care? You don't even know her.

Exactly. It's the mystery.

You won't find mystery here.

A pound of nectarines.

The ones here are the prettiest.

Trust him. He's an artist.

He goes home with a ton of unsold stock.

What for? Is he stewing a pig?

No, sir! He's studying art!

Sells leeks all daylong...

And paints turnips all night!

The boy's a useless vegetable!

Narrator: With a prompter...

In each cellar window whispering comebacks,

sh y people would have the last laugh.

At least you'll never be a vegetable!

Even artichokes have hearts.

You'll never be a vegetable.

Even artichokes have hearts!

Memory 7...

Mr. Wells: “Darling mado,

“/ miss you more and more each day.

“I'm an exile in a world of dreary khaki:

“/ can't sleep, can't eat.

“This camp was the mistake of my life,

“depri'vmg me of my beloved for five long weeks.

I think of you endlessly. Youra drien. ”

“/ turned down my last month's wages...

“Instead of givmg notice.

“/ dream of better times ahead

“an orange-colored day. Remember, my love?

Your ever—lo ving Adrien. ”

“Good news, sweetheart.

“Soon I'll be able to afi'ord a car...

“And drive home every night.

“Ti/I then, meet me on Friday,

and we 7! Go out. ”

Ahh.

Aah!

“Mother”

Psychiatric helpline.

Hello? Hello?

Mmm!

“Where & when?”

Narrator: One hour later, on bou/e vard St. Martin,

Amelie walks into a party goods and costume shop.

At the same time, a man leaves his home on rue I ecourbe.

Twen Ty-six minutes later, Amelie is at east station.

Simultaneously, the man in red shoes parks outside.

The time is exactly 77:40

Narrator: A t this precise moment,

on/yame/ie has the key...

To the riddle of the mystery man.

How's it going, Mrs. Wells?

Not so bad when it's not raining.

This is for you.

Me?

Man '5 voice: “Dear Mrs. Wells,

“we recen t/y reco vered a mailbag...

“That was lost in a plane crash...

“On October 72th, 7969, on mont blanc.

“We are forwarding the enclosed letter...

“To your address...

“With our apologies for the uncustomary delay.

Jacques grasjeau, customer services ”

a drien: “Darling mado, I'm in exile.

“/ can't sleep, can't eat.

“/ think of you endlessly.

“/ know I've made the mistake of m y life.

“/ turned down that woman's money

“if all goes well,

“/'ll soon be able to afford a house.

“/ dream of better times ahead..

“When you 7! Forgive me and join me here...

“One orange-colored day

your ever—lo ving Adrien. ”

Another package for you.

Monsieur dufayel,

you heard about the concierge?

She got a letter.

From her husband, 40 years late.

That's a lot, isn't it?

I'm not big on still life, Mr. Dufayel.

Then work on your lean layer.

Fat over lean. Always!

Mmm.

Monsieur dufayel?

Yes?

I heard there'll soon be a new star.

You're into stars now?

I saw it on TV at my ma's, that's why.

I dunno if it's true.

In america,

they'll take rich people '5 ashes,

put them in a satellite,

and shoot it into space.

It's going to shine forever.

And lady di,

will they do the same for her?

Lady di! Lady di! Give it a rest!

I can't concentrate!

Lady di! Lady di!

Renou!

, r, r

, r, r

Whoa! Yes, sir.

You look at me,

you look at a man that was born for hard luck.

I was born on the 13th, the odd day, on Friday...

On a bad luck day.

That's good.

Monsieur.

Ah.

I don't understand.

Amelie: Bri'lli'an t! You were perfect.

Philomene: Did it work?

It's getting there.

Ask me again anytime. The harm's done.

Harm?

Everybody calls me snow white!

“The two windmills at 4:00 pm.”

Eva? Eva'yes?

Could you stand in for me at 4:00?

,4gafi7?

What's eating him?

I smile too much.

He'd rather you frowned?

With other men, yes.

Narrator: Nino is late.

Amelie can only see two explanations.

One— he didn't get the photo.

Two— before he could assemble it,

a gang of bank robbers took him hostage.

The cops gave chase.

They got away.. But he caused a crash.

When he came to, he'd lost his memory.

An ex-con picked him up,

mistook him for a fugitive, and shipped him to Istanbul

there he met some a fghan raiders...

Who took him to steal some Russian warheads.

Narrator: But their truck hit a mine in Tajikistan.

He survived took to the hills,

and became a mujaheddin.

Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy..

Who 7! Eat borscht all his life...

In a hat like a tea cozy

What can I get you? Coffee, please.

A coffee.

Here's your coffee.

Thank you.

“Today's menu”

Amelie's voice: He's understood

he's gaing to put down his spoon...

Dip his finger in the sugar...

Turn around 5/0 my and speak to me.

Nino: Excuse me?

Is this you?

Yes, it's you.

Gina: More cofi'ee?

Nino: No, thanks

So it's this man here, with his hand up?

Yes.

Ah.

Issheinlove with him?

Yes.

I think it's time she took a real risk.

She might.

She's devising a stratagem.

She's fond of strata gems.

Yes.

In fact, she's cowardly.

That's why/can't capture her look

“dufayel's attempts to meddle are intolerable!”

Ifamélie chooses to live in a dream,

and remain an introverted young woman,

she has an absolute right to mess up her life!

What are you doing?

Tell me, lucien.

For deliveries,

do you keep keys to all the apartments?

One of your booths is out oforder.

Uhh...

It seems to bejammed.

East station ticket hall.

Buy a video, get one free?

Sam?

Samantha?

Jj

Samantha?

Can you stand in for me at...

Sam!

Nino: Photo booth. East sta ti'on. Tuesday 5:00 p. M.

Almost done.

Narrator: The mystery man wasn't a ghost...

Or a man scared of aging,

but simply the repairman...

A normal technician doing his work

pardon.

He keeps spying on me. It's making me sick.

4:05: Blatant female conspiracy.

Gosh, you're tense!

Good luck. You'll need it.

Excuse me.

Did you put this in my pocket?

Yes, but it's not from me.

I know. Where is she?

She's at her father's.

It bothers me. Can / talk to you?

I get ofi'at 600

can you come back? Okay.

See you then.

4:08: Docking scheduled.

A blond guy in a camel coat.

Absent-minded, too.

How come?

He came back three times the same day.

1:12...

Camel coat

2:50...

Camel coat

4:17. Stop it!

My rash has come back!

Look. Suzanne!

My rash is back.

He's driving me nuts!

Lay off!

Her conscience is at fault.

I've had it! I'm going home.

Psychos are the last straw!

Georgette? George...

Stop smothering them. Women need air.

You give them air, they blow you off.

Fresh air's healthy.

Cram it, failure!

Ah, yes, yes.

Failed writer, failed life...

I love the word “fail.”

Failure is human destiny.

It's gasbag time!

Failure teaches us that life is but a draft...

A long rehearsal for a show that will never play.

I bet he stole that.

I do have some original ideas.

But people always steal them.

Same as your women.

Meaning?

You'd better get used to it.

Speak for yourself, you...

What's going on?

Nothing much.

Georgette went out, Joseph got mad.

“Went out”?

Like Gina. You know who Gina's with?

The guy with the plastic bag!

Isa w their little game.

The note in the coat pocket.

4:08.

Back he comes, and hey presto!

Out they go.

I'm worried for amélie because I like you.

What do you mean?

By and large, the men I like...

Are mentally unsound.

I'd like to know more about you.

Ask me.

One swallow doesn't make?

A swallow?

A summer.

Practice makes...

Perfect.

Cunoshym hhedthecat

haste... makes waste.

Rolling stone... Gathers no moss.

It's a sin...

To steal a pin.

Absence makes...

The heart grow fonder.

Not bad. You collect them?

Gina: At home, we say a man who knows proverbs...

Can't be all bad.

Pretty girl from the fifth floor,

listen to this!

You believe in miracles?

Not today.

Oh. You're in for a surprise.

What if I told you that a team ofclimbers...

On mont blanc had found...

Hard proof that my husband lo ved me?

Lucien, I need some yeast.

For miss amélie?

She's baking her famous plum cake?

Collignon! Go!

I'll be right back.

Nin o: A me/ie?

Amelie?

Amélie?

“I'll be back.”

Dufayel: Go into the bedroom, miss poulain.

So, little amélie...

Your bones aren 't made of glass.

You can take life's knocks

ifyoulet this chance go by...

Eventual!, your heart will become...

As dry and brittle as my skeleton.

So...

Go get him, for Pete's sake!

Hey.

“Without you, today's emotions...

Would be the scurf of yesterday's.”

International airport.

Narrator: September28, 7997 it is exactly 77 am.

At the fun fair near the ghost train,

the marshmallow twi'ster's twisting,

while in vil/ette park, Felix I erbi'er...

Learns there are more links in his brain...

Than atoms in the universe.

At the sacre c oeur,

the cardinals are practicing their backhands

the temperature is 24 degrees celsius.

Humidity 7070.

A tmospheric pressure, 999 mill/bars.