The Umbrellas of Cherbourg (Les Parapluies de Cherbourg)

THE UMBRELLAS OF CHERBOURG

PART ONE –THE DEPARTURE

Is it ready?

The engine still knocks when it’s cold, but that’s normal.

Thanks.

Foucher!

Can you stay an extra hour?

Not tonight,

but I think Pierre’s free.

Pierre, can you stay tonight?

Check the ignition on this gentleman’s Mercedes.

You coming to the game?

No, I can’t.

You going?

Sure am.

Aubin asked me to stay late – no way!

Tonight’s special. I’m going to the theater.

What are they performing?

Carmen.

I don’t like opera.

Movies are better.

I’m going dancing tonight.

Give me a smoke.

All that singing gives me a pain.

I like movies better.

You said that already.

See you guys later.

See you tomorrow.

My love, oh, my love.

Geneviève, my little Geneviève.

Guy, I love you.

You smell like gasoline.

It’s a perfume like any other.

Guy, I love you.

A customer. I have to run.

See you at 8:00 in front of the theater.

I thought about you all day.

If you like, we could go dancing later.

If you wish.

May I help you?

An umbrella.

Where were you?

Just across the street.

Do you know exactly what you’d like?

An umbrella. A black umbrella.

Geneviève, show the gentleman the umbrellas.

Is that you, Guy?

Good evening, Aunt Elise.

Good evening, my boy.

How are your legs?

Fine, my boy.

What are you up to?

I’m hungry.

You’ll spoil your appetite.

I do as I please.

Calm down and talk to me.

I don’t have much time.

You seem very nervous.

I’m going out.

Alone?

That’s none of your business.

I think it is.

With a girl.

Do you love her?

Maybe.

Tell me the truth.

Yes, I love her.

What’s wrong? Are you crying?

- Don’t be silly. - Yes, you are.

Is it because you’re all alone?

I’m not alone. I have my books.

Madeleine’s coming to give me my shot.

She’ll keep me company. - What is it, then?

Maybe happiness makes me sad.

That’s silly.

You big brute, you’re messing up my hair.

Good evening, Guy.

Good evening, Madeleine.

You look sad.

You seem happy.

Does it show?

I had a terrible time.

- Doing what? - Persuading Mother.

It was getting late,

and still no sign of the seamstress.

Look.

Careful.

It’s still full of pins.

You know...

I think she suspects something.

Who?

Mother.

When I said I was going to the theater with Cécile...

she gave me a funny look.

- What kind of a look? - Like this.

She knows very well that Cécile hates the theater,

and since I’m a very bad liar –

That’s what you say.

No, I assure you, I’m very clumsy at it.

I stammered and blushed

and immediately changed the subject.

Something squeezed.

Something what?

Lemonade.

Same for me.

Do you love me?

A mambo! Come on.

I should have changed shoes.

We’ll have children.

I’ll call my daughter Françoise.

And if it’s a boy?

It’ll be a girl.

We’ve always had girls in the family.

One o’clock!

If Mother isn’t asleep,

I’ll never hear the end of it.

I should wear makeup, don’t you think?

No, you’re lovely as you are.

A little bit here.

Where?

There.

We’ll sell umbrellas.

No, not umbrellas.

We’ll sell the shop.

We’ll buy a gas station.

Why? What an idea!

All white, with an office. You’ll see.

You’ll smell like gasoline all day.

It’ll be heaven!

We’ll be very happy.

And we’ll always be in love.

Oh, my love.

You haven’t told your mother?

Not yet.

Why? You’re a coward.

You mustn’t be angry.

I know what she’ll say.

What?

"My little girl, you’re crazy. Thinking of marriage at your age!"

My little girl, you’re crazy. Thinking of marriage at 16!

- Seventeen. - In love!

Am I too ugly or too stupid?

No, you’re not ugly. You’re no beauty queen,

but you’re not ugly or dumb.

The thing is, you have plenty of time.

You think you’re in love,

but love is different.

You don’t just fall in love

with some face

you’ve seen in the street.

It’s a young man I’ve met several times,

and he loves me.

We want to get married.

Have you nothing to say?

I’m flabbergasted!

I went to the theater with him last night.

Wonderful! So you lied to me,

and you admit it without a speck of shame.

There’s no shame in wanting to get married.

At your age there is.

No, I didn’t mean that.

You’re just a little girl.

You know nothing.

What little you’ve told me certainly doesn’t help.

When I married your father, I knew nothing.

That’s nothing to brag about.

- The hardware store, please. - Next door.

How old is he?

Twenty.

So of course he hasn’t done his military service.

He lives with his godmother,

the lady who raised him.

I’m all he has,

and you’ll see,

he’s very handsome.

I’ll see nothing of the kind.

But Mother...

Go upstairs now.

It’s time to fix lunch.

Dear God!

Geneviève!

We’re ruined!

You always exaggerate.

80,000 francs due by the 15th – you think that’s funny?

And if you don’t pay?

They’ll seize our property.

- I’ll get a job. - What sort of job?

Anything.

At the post office or city hall?

Why not?

You know, if I get married,

Guy and I will work, and we’ll help you.

My little girl,

getting married is out of the question.

Don’t put those there. You can see you’re in my way.

Anyway, does he have a good job?

Can he support you and raise children?

He’s not rich. We’ll live modestly,

and we won’t have children right away.

No, but one at least.