Air of Paris (L'Air de Paris)

INTERNATIONAL SLEEPING CAR COMPANY

You don't look satisfied. Didn't you have a good time in Monte Carlo?

-What about Pierre? -Pierre!

Don't worry, it's no longer love. It's only passion,

and on his part, naturally.

I'll take my bags.

So? Is this true happiness?

It's true security, at the very least.

For a woman, happiness is security, my dear, and nothing else. Believe me.

In that case, I'm perfectly happy.

Corinne! My angel!

Ah! Jean Marc!

You must have gotten up at dawn to come and meet me!

I didn't even bother going to bed! What a positively mad night!

Look how beautiful she is!

What about Pierre? How is he?

I love Pierre. To have remained so simple with so much money!

That's why we all love him.

Isn't that so, Corinne?

Of course.

If you don't like children, I told him,

just find a different car.

At this age, they simply have to cry. It makes their lungs develop.

Hello, treasure! Sweet baby. Thank you, ma'am.

I hope she didn't keep you up all night.

Not at all, the child was a dream.

There's no need to exaggerate! Perhaps your husband's at the gate.

That would be a surprise.

Anyway, thank you, ma'am. Goodbye!

-Goodbye. -Goodbye, ma'am.

Goodbye, sir.

Is that all?

What do you take me for, a Yank?

-How was the Riviera? -It was gorgeous!

Oh, goodness. Quite a change from Grenelle!

What about the house?

The one I inherited? It was very much to my aunt's taste, with a lovely garden.

Thank you!

Lay it on me, damn it, come on. That's it, line it up like that, go ahead.

Sharper, now! Quicker, with more power, I'm telling you! Come on!

Careful or you'll kill him.

What? Yes, it's me.

Say, what time is it?

A good half hour after my train pulled in.

Why didn't you tell me it was so late?

I didn't know, Mr. Le Garrec.

Do some shadow work. I'll be right back.

Are you bottle-feeding them now?

You know, I wanted to come meet you at the station.

I'm being serious. It's just that this is the only time the kid can train.

Of course.

It's true.

How's everything with you? Good?

Yes. Now, tell me, how was the Côte d'Azur?

A dream come true!

Sunshine every day and flowers everywhere.

It's almost like having wings and flying into the mimosa.

Victor, it would be so wonderful down there, the two of us…

Can you really see my face hovering in the mimosa?

You know Paris is the only place for me.

It's the same for you. You couldn't survive away from Paris.

Paris! Paris was wonderful when I was 20,

but now I see it for all it really is:

this street and your gym, with all its sights and smells.

Victor, do you really like your gym?

Cold sweat and second-hand amber, I know. You've told me that before.

Yeah, it's a little messy. So what?

Did you invite the French Army over?

Don't be so dramatic.

I only had the kids over for dinner one evening.

So, when I'm not here you feed them and tuck them in at night?

This isn't a gym, it's a children's home!

Does their training mean you can't do the dishes?

Don't grumble and just smile a little, I haven't seen you in so long.

Being an heiress suits you. You look great.

You must be mad. I'm exhausted after that journey, my eyes are all puffy!

It's such a shame to be fighting when we make such a handsome couple.

Make all the jokes you like,

we may not be as young as we used to be but it's not all that bad.

Will you stay with me a while?

No, I can't. I have to visit Roger

at Hôtel-Dieu. He had a work accident.

All right. Go and see Roger.

I won't be bored, you know. I have plenty to entertain myself with.

I'm just telling you what I see.

Roger Routier, Saint Gérôme Lyon, deceased the 8th. Two days ago!

That's impossible. He's a 23-year-old kid!

Right, so only the old die? That's lucky.

But what kind of accident was it? Do you know what he died of?

Twenty-three years of poverty.

As if that weren't enough, he took a dangerous job.

They pay more.

He forgot one thing:

the machines don't like it if you get too close to them.

Was he a friend of yours?

He was, yes.

What about you? Are you family?

No. No, he didn't have any family.

Well, in that case, the State will be paying for it.

Which room is Mrs. Bourgoin in?

Wait your turn. If you want the details…

We don't need the details, thank you.

As you wish.

What was the name?

Bourgoin, Emilie.

Date of admission?

September 28.

Hey, kid! Here.

Oh! Thank you, sir.

You're not crying, are you?

It'll take more than that. What a beautiful place, huh?

It has everything you need to be happy: God, the cops, the hospital…

It's all organized so nicely.

And if that's not enough for you, well, there's always the Seine.

You don't think that's funny?

No, that's not my kind of joke.

Are you Victor?

Yes, that's me.

Roger often spoke about you. He said you were a good guy.

I try my best.

He even said that if he didn't have you, then…

Want to go for coffee?

What can I get for you?

Two coffees with cream, please.

Here, you want to break bread?

What, you think I didn't have lunch?

I did too, but that won't stop me. Go on, have some.

They were for Roger. You can take them.

Why? Aren't you interested in sports?

I did some boxing in the army.

Oh, yeah?

That's where I met Roger. He and I were both lightweights.

Did you ever fight?

A dozen or so times in Hanoi, Saigon…

I was told I had a future in it.

Roger, too.

I guess they tell kids there's a future in everything.

Now you've given it up, you don't train anymore, I suppose?

Are you recruiting for your gym?

No, son, I just asked you to be nice, that's all.

And because it seems like you regret it.

Am I wrong?

Yeah, I had to give it up. I couldn't make it work with my job.

Say, you must be pretty unhappy to be so cranky, huh?

Well, if you're feeling down one evening,

come over. The address is in there.

You'll make some good friends, and besides…

If you do want to train, you'll see…

A good sweat washes away the bitterness, believe me.

Trust me, I'm not trying to recruit anyone. It's on the house.

What's that?

The change, of course!

He seemed like a good guy, and serious about it, you know?

He'd just turned professional, you see, and then…

Poor kid.

He's the only one I could have a chance with,

because the others…

The others are pretty useless,

but don't complain. That's what you like about them.

All right, Blanche, come on.

It's true! Not only do they need months of training,

but you give them all their hand wraps and mouth guards for free!

If they never amount to anything, what's the point?

They amount to plenty. The point is that it helps them make it to adulthood

with their wits about them and a little hope.

You hear that, Angelo? The size of this man's heart!

Oh, Victor's a priest.

But priests don't have wives and they're always asking for money.

If he wasn't so stubborn, we'd be moving to the house I inherited in Nice.

Ah, here we go again. That's all I've heard since this morning:

"Let's sell the gym and set up in the Côte d'Azur."

That's a nice idea. Think of the sunshine!

Sunshine this, sunshine that, and I'd do well as a swimming teacher.

No, he'd rather rot here.

It's his dream to train a champion.

I put up with it for years simply because there were no other options, but now…

Now that she's an heiress with a villa covered in mimosa,

the boxer revolts madam.

I liked the boxer when he was a boxer.

Weren't you worried about him?

It killed me, but I dealt with it. It meant I could be proud of him!

But I never could stand that gym. I think it's the smell.

Excuse me!

Angelo!

You see? You're putting us to sleep!

You're like an old man!

It's my gut, Angela!

It's not your gut, it's fatigue. I said, you need an assistant!

But Angela, how would I pay them?

How are you going to pay the doctor, then?

But Angela, I'm not…

No. Tomorrow I'll find you someone

to at least go to the market. And that's that.

All right, how about a little grappa? Go on, just a drop!

Just a pochino .

Aha! A pochino !

Hello, Mrs. Victor!

Jojo, what's with those puppy dog eyes? What have you been up to?

Nothing, ma'am.

Look at the state of you!