The Lady Banker (La Banquière)

THE LADY BANKER

Madam, it's the hat from Eckherfs.

Let's see.

Give her a Louis.

Are you deaf? Give her a Louis!

How charming!

Thank you. Thank you very much.

We can go, Mr. President.

Commissioner...

It's a... special case.

Could there be such a thing in these dealings?

- My wife is American. - So?

I was once solicited for a Turkish woman,

and it was quite conventional.

Wretched!

- She's just a friend! - You were right...

It's more than special.

It's unusual, or rather delicate.

Could this be adultery?

From the looks of it...

- Kraut! - Hussy!

Perverted!

Scum!

- Prostitute! - Whore!

She's got an itchy palm too!

Slut!

ECKHERT FASHION

So, Emma? Caught again?

You're in for a treat!

- You're the arcade's disgrace! - Ferdinand!

Come home! It's not for you.

Trollop!

It's for everyone, it's educational.

Goodbye, gentlemen. Sorry for the bother.

Hussy!

Slut!

Depraved!

Did madam see something of interest?

What is it?

This one.

Don't be ashamed.

They're doing this

in order to walk all over you.

After that, they won't let go. Yes, my sweet.

And people die of it,

you know that.

But not my little Emma.

You're young, beautiful, you're the most intelligent.

Life will smile at you.

Emma escapes from her mother!

His name is Moise.

He's an honest man.

Run-ins with the law...

Luckily, they have a good lawyer!

Emma really falls in love!

I give you the secret.

Everything's allowed.

Nevertheless, Camille marries.

Emma agrees.

There's nothing you can't do.

He's a rich husband...

Crush them! They'll be at your beck and call.

Crush them!

For Dad.

- Dearest Emma... - Dearest Paul...?

The day is dawning, the sea is calm, the winds favorable...

- Translation? - We're leaving.

Coat check, please.

- Are you going to nap? - I'm afraid I'll fall asleep.

Councilor Cisterne...

SAVINGS BRANCH

OPEN DAILY

- Good day, Madam President. - Good day.

- Hello, Madam President. - Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Slept well, madam? - And you?

Very well.

Your little devil left you?

INVESTORS, MRS. ECKHERT DEFENDS THE FRANC.

ENTRUST HER WITH YOUR SAVINGS.

"Propose royal feast before 2 pm.

"Bon appétit.

"Sir Charles."

- Mr. Moise, we have problems. - We're getting less?

More! But in small change.

These people's savings are impalpable savings!

Mind your business! Get to it!

My President!

Everybody knocks. You included.

Really?

Sorry.

Come in!

MANAGEMENT

What does your jerk lord want?

"Propose royal feast before 2 pm.

"Bon appétit."

Meaning?

"Royal."

I got that, but which one?

Royal Mining? Royal Phosphates? There are so many of them!

Jeanne?

Get me Chériaux, please.

"Sir Charles."

- You understood? - Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, yes.

- No, not really. - Chériaux!

How much is the Royal Petroleum quoted at?

"Royal Petroleum." Obviously!

14.55.

It's been stagnant.

- I'm buying. - How much?

Everything!

Fine, I'll do it.

But know that it may be the last time that I obey you.

I'm a stockbroker, not a croupier.

I'm fed up with your funny business

to artificially increase washout shares!

I will not pass for a fool!

For a fool!

A. CHERIAUX STOCKBROKER

Fall in! Everybody get ready!

Let's go for the Royal!

The Royal Petroleum!

Come on, boys!

Be aggressive!

Come on!

The Royal! Only the Royal!

Don't mind the price. Go for the Royal!

The Royal Petroleum!

Electric Urban: 29.30.

Western Union: 17.80.

Iraq Petroleum: 30.

Tonkin Lead Mining: 12.

Royal Petroleum: 15.

Rhone-Poulenc: 51.

- You think people are idiots. - No, just a little.

It won't get to 16, and tomorrow it'll fall to 12.

So what will your Eckhert do then?

I'm laughing.

It's "Mrs. Eckhert",

if it isn't too much to ask.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

Where's your head?

Royal Petroleum: 15.60.

- I'm laughing. - Royal Petroleum: 21.

- Royal Petroleum: 32. - I'm laughing.

I used to entertain you.

- Now it's all about money. - I couldn't care less about it.

You didn't use to say that.

You used to love me

back when I gave you my first million.

Yes.

And when you spent it all, you apologized.

Yes.

And Dad's inheritance...

Without Dad's inheritance...

you'd still be...

down under.

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Congratulations!

A woman... Alone!

Who informed her?

Who in London?

She's starting to...

Congratulations!

It's quite chic!

You like the circus, Duclaux?

What a beautiful acrobat!

- She's hung on till now. - Until now, you idiot.

Mrs. Eckhert gives wealthy interests

to her Gogo clients when she happens to win!

It was quite the win with the Royal.

You're blinded by the chic,

the Parisian chic, modeled by a foreigner.

- She's Alsatian. - Sure she is!

But the day she'll lose, Mr. Gogo will cry.

Mr. Gogo will say he was robbed,

because he doesn't know that she works without a safety net.

But I, sir, have always worked with one!

I have 2 centuries of French banks backing me up.

- What was that? - Nothing.

Fine.

I take back "French".

And her rag...

"THE DEFENSE OF THE FRANC"

Her defense of the franc.

The franc defended by Eckherts.

In other words Genghis Khans, Zulus...

"Zulus" wasn't necessary, sir.

Yes?

I have an appointment.

- Are you sure, sweetheart? - Absolutely.

- I called yesterday. - I'll see. Wait here.

Watch your step.