Josefa's Loot (Le Magot de Josefa)

Based on the novel by Catherine Claude

SOCIETY OF AUTHORS, COMPOSERS AND PUBLISHERS

- What's your name? - Pierre Corneille.

- "Corneille"? Are you named after him? - Yes, exactly.

- Corneille, here. - And where...

Go to window "K" at the back of the room.

- Window "K"? - Yes.

I understand.

- Bayard. - "Bayard".

I composed music for a prayer. That is not forbidden.

- Truculia, Justin. - I haven't seen you here before.

- It happens. - Yes.

- Do you have a bank account? - No, but I will have one soon.

- Will you take cash? - Yes.

- Here. - Thank you.

And now let's go to the bank. Give me the money.

- With mine, that'll make 500. - Maybe we should eat first?

We need 500 francs to open an account.

- Can't you count? - Here, take it.

I ran away.

JORDAN BANK

The cashier will call you.

- Mr. Bran! - Thank you.

- Mr. Justin Truculia. - That's me.

- Are you from the south? - Almost. I was born in the mountains.

500 francs.

Thank you. 100, 200, 300, 400, 450 and 500. Excellent.

Thank you for your trust in our bank.

- Your account number is 13375. - Thank you.

And the checkbook?

- In three days. - Three days? Can't it be sooner?

- No. You will receive it by mail, as required. - By mail?

There, I've cut myself! I've had enough!

- Once bad luck starts, it never ends. - Don't torment yourself, Justin.

Someone is coming. I hear footsteps. Right?

- Are you sure? - Go look.

- Is it the postman? - Yes.

- Do you have a letter for Truculia? - Yes, for Truculia.

- At last. - I brought it as soon as it arrived.

That's how the mail works. Sign here.

Here.

- And that's all? - Yes. We are always glad to see you.

- Well, thank you! - A checkbook! How beautiful!

I'll write you a check. I'm as rich as a central bank. How much?

- Not much. - 30 thousand.

- That's too much. - Why is that?

- Three million in old francs. - You have to think big, Corneille.

I don't want to end up in prison.

Nothing will come of it.

- Got scared? - I'm afraid.

A check without funds is not a forged check.

- That's why I'm worried. - No reason.

- My mother is kind. - Yes? At least you're lucky in something.

If prison threatens me, my mother will immediately, cover the shortfall.

Forgive me, Justin. I won't have the nerve.

I've been feeding you for a whole year, and you certainly have an appetite.

- And during that time I worked for you. - That's true.

I composed the music for eight songs. "Lovely Ornament" must be worth something!

Yes.

- Beautiful, isn't it? - Yes.

- And you're complaining! - No!

One day my songs will make you wealthy.

- If I don't burn the sheet music. - Are you joking?

And you won't leave me?

What if you change your mind about taking part in our plan?

- It's your plan. - Of course! I'm the poet.

And your 8 songs belong to me. I'll throw them into the fire!

- No one will hear them. - You won't do that, will you, scoundrel?

- No, of course not. - That's better.

If you don't leave me, you'll stay with me until the very end, my dear.

Why are you downcast?

Is it really so hard to become a dishonest man?

- You eat like a lion! - Like a hungry lion.

And I need to eat to regain my strength. This isn't over yet.

Did you forget anything?

- Do you have the receipt with you? - Yes.

The receipt and the letter from the bank.

- Don't forget to call your mother. - Don't worry.

One sandwich isn't enough to satisfy my hunger.

- I would eat some more... - You'll be late. Do you have the ticket?

Yes, in my pocket. It's not there. And it's not in the back pocket either.

- It's not here either. Don't you have it? - You'll be late.

I put tickets in the inside pocket.

- Did you check it? - Yes.

There's only 500 francs there for expenses. Check your pockets too.

- I don't have it. - Check anyway.

Now you'll definitely be late.

There's a hole in the pocket.

You can stop looking.

Indeed. It's useless to look.

- I lost the ticket. It's a sign. - What?

Fate decided it. I believe in signs from fate. Do you want a sandwich?

No.

- Let's get out of here. Quietly. - Without paying?

The waiter is standing with his back to us. It's a sign.

- Hey, you haven't paid! - God! Forgive us, we forgot.

How much do we owe?

- A sandwich and two beers. - The total is 3.40 francs.

- You see... - Here's your change.

- And what's this? - Your ticket!

PASSENGERS TRAVELLING TO DIJON...

Faster! One minute left.

- You're lucky! - Do you call that luck?

58.

ATTENTION, THE TRAIN IS DEPARTING.

- Josépha! - I'm coming!

Faster!

Young people are full of energy. They have nowhere to put it.

Well, the twist is over.

May I have another dance with you, Madame Josépha? One last time.

One last dance, and that's all.

- Put on a tango! A languid dance. - Do you like languid dances?

- I didn't know. - Yes, I do!

Then let's have a tango. All right! Done!

- Marilyn! - What?

I have an idea. I'll invite the curate to dance.

The curate?

- You don't dare! - You'll see now.

Aren't you dancing, Monsieur Curate?

Am I not dancing? Why...

Why not? In Saint-Séphorien the curate goes to dances.

- In a cassock? - No, in ordinary clothes.

True, it's black.

And I am in a cassock.

Then take it off. You didn't put it on over your bare body, did you?

- No, of course not. - Well then?

- I feel uncomfortable. - Well, if you're afraid you'll be judged...

It's a pity. We thought we had a modern curate.

Not another word!

You are challenging me. That's a different matter!

All right then.

I will take off the cassock.

Take it off. The main thing is that the girls do not follow your example.

Let's not waste time.

And he dances well! Do they teach them that in the seminary?

Not in the seminary, but in the barracks.

That's enough!

Now leave! Go!

- Let's go, guys. - Quietly!

And quickly.

Careful.

- Shall we take it out, Madame Josépha? - It's yours. Put the records on the counter.

- Grab it! - Gently!

- Careful, friends! - The machine is heavy and fragile.

Carefully.

- Come on! - Let's go!

- Carry it down the aisle to the altar. - Watch your step.

Forward!

How modern religion has become!

What a wonderful gift you gave them, Mrs. Josépha!

- If not me, then who? No one! - I always said:

"A rich man, a good Catholic".

I didn't believe she would give away her automatic phonograph.

It's worth a fortune.

She has more money than she knows what to do with!

The town hall has long promised to buy a harmonium.

And now we have a jukebox!

It is much more convenient. You press a button, and that's all.

But you need to put in 20 francs.

- The children will be happy. - Oh, those children...

Careful, don't drop it.

- Where should we put it? - Closer to the socket.

There. You cannot imagine how much you have pleased me and the whole parish.

- I hope the Lord will take that into account. - I give my word!

- And it looks good in the church. - It does not desecrate it.

That would be all we needed! Will it work?

- We need to try it. - We left the records in the café.

Don't panic. I foresaw everything.

The records will be here now. I took care of it.

There we are!

And what does he want here?

- He brought the records. - What records?

- For the jukebox. - What does that mean?

- When Mr. Mayor found out... - And how did he find out? Who told him?

You?

- No. He suggested it himself. - Oh, is that so!

There we are.

If I understood correctly, everyone was waiting only for me.

We were not waiting for anyone.

Mr. Mayor wanted to do something nice for us.

I made my contribution. It is such a trifle!

Indeed.

The main thing is the intention, Madame Josepha.

What intention? Do you think I could not buy you records?

Let's turn on the machine already! Let's check whether it works.

- Why are you angry? - I am not angry.

That's good then!

I wanted to, so I made a gift to the church.

I do not feed people with promises for two years.

I give gifts. The church needed music. Here it is!

- And I gave a gift too. - I would have managed without you.

- You only feed people with promises. - He had good intentions.

- Much ado about nothing! - If I want to, I will make a fuss!

Do not dare tell me what to do. This is my church.

She imagines herself to be the Virgin Mary!

Soon she will be performing miracles.

- Do not insult the Virgin Mary! - Or I will smash your face.

You have worn me out. I can shout too.

Everyone gets it from you!

I will shut you up! Clear?