Sunday Encounter (Un drôle de dimanche)

Publiparis, listening? No, he is not here.

If I am asked for, I am with the president.

Good, Mr. Brévent. Publiparis, listening? Don't hang up.

Do you know where Brévent is? We are waiting for him for the screening.

Mr. Brévent is at your place, Mr. President.

- At my place? - Yes, Mr. President.

Gentlemen, it seems that Brévent is here.

But where is he hiding?

- Mr. Brévent, please... - I don't have time.

- Ah, you are already here? - We have been waiting for you for a while.

Too early is too early; too late is too late!

- It is no longer the time! - But I work, me!

- The things one has to hear! - My old friend,

- Cemeteries are full of indispensable people. - Do you think you are funny?

"He who engenders melancholy runs in vain after God".

- Ridiculous! - Saint-Augustine!

Enough, don't bring in the Fathers of the Church!

May I remind you that we are here to see your film

about Galbard clothing, not your lapidary formulas?

But let's watch then!

Roll!

Here is the title. It is obviously not made yet.

Ah, I must warn you.

It is a somewhat particular idea.

I have moved away from the eternal: «adopt Flic», «smile Floc»,

"wash whiter with that".

It is not about soap, but about Galbard clothing!

Okay okay, I am silent. It will be a surprise.

But what is happening to those unfortunate women?

- They are desperate. - Why?

Because of Galbard!

Impossible. What do you mean?

- They are women. - So what?

Well, Galbard only dresses men.

Naturally, the women are not happy.

They cry.

So?

And you, my boy, what do you think of it?

I do not understand it very well, but I love it.

- And you, Chartier? - It seems a little confidential to me.

The idea is amusing, but it is not very for the general public.

It is too negative, not striking enough.

It is "confidential", "not public",

"negative" and "not striking".

In short, you do not like it very much.

They had told you to focus everything on "Galbard dresses the stars".

But I looked into it. Galbard does not dress stars.

- Did you find the slogan? - Yes, does that surprise you?

- It leaves me speechless. - I find it quite pleasant,

although a little down-to-earth. Here it is:

"I have 2 big oxen in my stable,

and 2 Galbards in my wardrobe!"

But no, my old friend!

A slogan is based on consonance!

"A piece of furniture signed Rataplan is guaranteed for a long time!"

"-an" and "-en", that's good!

For "Galbard", think of "-ard".

"A Galbard garment, tinani, tinanarre".

Tinani, tinanarre? Thank you.

That will help me enormously.

He is impossible.

From time to time he has a sensational idea!

- Once a year. - That's better than never.

A good idea is worth its weight in gold!

Brévent got us very big contracts.

He is going through a rough patch. It happens to very good people.

And besides, it concerns only me.

Show us the film about the railways.

Tinani, tinanarre!

That's not convenient!

Rhymes in "-ar"...

Let's see...

"With Galbard, suit... hilarious... flamboyant... reckless..."

We should be able to make something...

Asshole!

I am the king of assholes, I dress at Galbard!

It rhymes, but they won't like it.

- So... uh hello? - Hello?

- The canteen? - Yes, sir.

This is Brévent. I am hungry.

Bring me something to my office.

- What, sir? - Whatever you want.

Lobster, steak tartare, some big wine, a little cigar, the whole thing quickly like Galbard!

I will just bring him a hot dog.

Galbard dresses the tsars.

It is too late.

Good God, I have to find something!

Come in!

To dress at Galbard, you don't need a billion. Do you like it?

- That's silly. - Silly?

- What are you bringing me there? - I did not quite understand the order.

It doesn't matter. You are kind all the same.

I thought of something, Mr. Brévent.

Pretty as you are, you think?!

My charming child, don't try to think.

It is a profession and it can be learned. Besides...

One always thinks less than one thinks.

One thinks one thinks, and one dreams.

I have a slogan idea: "bravo, Galbard!"

Bravo, little duck!

What a fool, then!

And to think that she may be right!

- Hello? - Hold on.

For you, Mr. Brévent. From Mrs. Armier.

What is happening to you?

Nothing, it's the mustard.

Mrs. Armier? Put her through to me. Damn, my sausage!

Ah, is that you, Juliette? Excuse me.

I was talking with a colleague.

Hello, my dear Jean, listen to me. Very important.

Caroline is in the shower, I'm taking advantage of it. Here:

she wants to marry a trumpeter.

- A trumpeter? A Black man? - No, he is white.

More exactly, he is green.

You can imagine, he plays all night at the Red Elephant!

I don't see the connection.

Here come my students.

Wait a second. I'm going to your room.

- Don't hang up. - I won't hang up.

- Marie-France! - Yes, madam?

You will hang up as soon as I have picked up in Mr. Brévent's room.

All right, madam.

- And don't listen! - Oh, madam!

Start rehearsing, children. Don't wait for me.

- You can hang up, little one! - All right, madam.

There, we've hung up.

Hello? Are you still there, Jean?

- Ah, my sausage! - Are you listening to me, yes?!

Yes, I'm listening to you. And then?

You know Caroline, she is still just a kid. And not very smart.

Huh? Oh

You absolutely must talk to her when you get home.

Mum, you're taking advantage of my shower! You're cheating! I won't wash anymore!

For what difference it will make!

Jean, don't listen to her. She's cheating.

- Drop that device! - I want to talk to him!

- Let me finish! - Right now!

Each in turn!

I don't want her to marry a trumpeter!

He's a wonderful boy! Mum has bourgeois prejudices!

Me, bourgeois prejudices? That's too much!

Understand me well, Jean. At 14, I was at the Folies-Bergère.

At 18, at the Comédie française.

I crossed the Sahara on a camel's back with the pasha's son.

I sang in Hamburg.

I have a strange curriculum!

But when I had to marry, I still married a prefect.

Well, mine will be a trumpeter!

- Bravo, Caroline! - Are you crazy?!

At least have an opinion!

It concerns Caroline's situation. It is very serious.

- Good evening, Brévent. - Excuse me, boss.

Postpone the debate until my return.

I order it! Am I Caroline's spiritual father or not?

All right, Jean.

That is Mrs. Armier, my landlady.

Mrs. Armier, the actress?

- Hello, Mr. Brévent. - Hello, miss. She rents me a room.

When will you decide to get an apartment?

Me? Never, boss. At Mrs. Armier's, it's cheerful, lively.

I get bored by myself in life.

May I ask you to wait beside me for a minute?

An urgent problem to solve.

The two of us. What are you still doing here?

- I'm working, boss! - Oh yes, I see.

At the moment, you see,

I'm full of energy!

When you play the clown, it means things aren't going well.

I have known you too long. So what is it, Jean?

If all men abandoned by their wives lost their minds,

90% of businesses would be bankrupt.

Yes, your wife is leaving but Galbard remains!

Don't be foolish, my old friend!

Is that an order, my colonel?

It has been a long time since I was your colonel, but I remain your friend.

Well, I admit, I still love my wife.

Catherine... She was an angel, you know?

You are getting on my nerves with Catherine. Pull yourself together, damn it!

Find yourself a beautiful girl and let's not talk about it anymore!

But I never talk about it.

You think about it constantly. That changes nothing.

- What can I say? - Say nothing more, my colonel.

- Let me work. - That's enough for today.

Come, we'll close. It's late.

It is never too late to say Galbard.

All right, come.

- Your car is quite good, after all. - Very nice.

- And does it work? - On petrol, yes.

I prefer mine.

I'm waiting for the little one with the newspapers. Goodbye, my old friend.

Goodbye, boss.

Catherine!

Catherine...

Let me pass!

- I have priority! - Stop!

- Deputy! - Aren't you ashamed?!

A notebook.

- How many tickets? - Keep everything.

- You? - Yes me, why?

Do I look like someone else?