The Doll (La poupée)

This film deals with no nation or regime in particular.

Like cabaret it plays upon contradictory and often irreconcilable aspects

prevailing upon human souls and historical situations any time, anywhere.

You're not ill! Put it out at once!

If the forest starts smelling like kitchen, we're done for.

- Who's that? - Debrieux, specialist in handling crowds.

He worked miracles in Nicaragua. Got the golden prize.

Inauguration of new slaughterhouses. Reinforcements of police measures.

I admit that I cried

when I discovered that Colonel Octavio Prado Roth,

guardian angel of public liberties,

protector of business and benefactor to commerce

deigns us with

a personal visit of encouragement in front of our valiant horned beasts.

Outside of the city and the houses which is the most beautiful house?

It's the large house Houren of Guillermo de Ramonen.

Here green trees traverse from the whole universe.

Stairs wind every which way, A real smuggler cave

Rosewood parquet 'neath your toes

in the house of Anturios

belong to Igno Ramonen, the king of coal and tungsten.

None of your fine points, Mr Morene,

will prevent you from yielding to demographic pressure.

And for that I congratulate myself.

I can hardly put up with the finger you have in every pie.

We all wish, the revolutionary triumph coincide with your downfall.

What you say has no import. Look here.

The mines, tin and coal and some oil here and there.

Majority-owned, all of it.

Fruit. Bananas, foremost. As a banker I loan to farmers.

And as a banker I collect 3 billion without a hitch.

Revolution

is a business like any other.

Sugar, business, millions.

His wife is Marion.

His daughter's heart could charm a king

He's the one who pulls the strings.

Sensational discovery. Professor Palmas. I have succeeded in doubling matter.

Now's the time.

How are they?

You ask me the same thing over and over. How are they supposed to be?

Women.

Women, my dear Gervasio, I just don't understand them.

And yet, if anyone knows everything, understands everything, it is you.

Women.

The last stand of the impenetrable. Extreme triangle of biological mystery.

Mr Palmade, you see no further than your own nose.

The main thing is to give them a little something to chew on.

A kick in the gearbox keeps the pistons pumping.

So, chin up, be brave, They won't eat you.

Mesdemoiselles, I repeat

we are at a simplificatory phase of the nuclear matter,

both fatal and classic,

common to all applications of science.

It remains always the case that planes lose their wings and the telegraph its wires.

The formula presented to you...

Mask up. Bring him to the right.

The side where he has no equilibrium. Idler.

He will be plucked.

He won't make it. Go ahead! Stab him!

The mangy thing'll be eaten.

Bastard bird!

In this space, M. Biron The whistlertrons, the heptatrons

The octotrons, and on and on Science is such jolly fun

My friends and I are dying, dying to discover if the doubling you've told of

is a theoretical construct or spills out into reality.

Into reality, reality.

Due to electromagnetic modulation

I am able to demultiply all cells of any living organism.

In this space, M. Biron The whistlertrons, the heptatrons

The octotrons, and on and on Science is such jolly fun

How? Look, it's only too simple. The coil grinds the current...

Grind? Like the verb?

A pinch of molecules spill onto the edge of the anode.

All that happens as in a usual iconoscope

on condition that my receiver works with radio cobalt.

Iconoscope?

- Radio cobalt? - The pulverizing vibration

reaches the surface of the body of which we desire a copy.

The copy resurges as I wish

at a given point in space,

in accordance with the viewing angle.

Thus at Hiroshima space should have been provided to accommodate the city.

- City? Which city? - Hiroshima.

Hiroshima?

Obviously, in case they decided

not to destroy Hiroshima, the bastards!

but to make another one off it, one just like it.

- Marvellous. - No, not marvellous, infantile.

I have started with radar, which in turn has evolved from a frame

that, in its turn, was created by a mirror. One-two.

I send, I receive, in a word, I rhyme.

We would be thrilled if you showed us that. But what can we duplicate?

This! This!

Doesn't matter. This ball.

Plug it in.

One reservation though: the copy will soon disintegrate.

- How soon? - At most, 56 hours.

And a human body?

Under the same conditions, could your system reproduce it as well?

Nothing prevents it. It will be appropriate in any case

for the experimenter to penetrate the subject of his experiment.

What if it's a woman?

Especially if it is a woman.

How silly they are!

Their questions do correspond however to my own concerns.

You see, Gervasio, what our leftist movements lack,

is the force of breath, is the song of the heart.

Without the breath, without the heat, without that which carries the song,

everything is bound to fall.

But with the breath, everything takes off and rises. To conclude:

The disinherited must find their Jeanne d'Arc.

The short-haired one?

The living banner, I will make it with my own hands.

Tavio? Tavio? Are you there, Tavio?

Of course, I am waiting for you. You know I love, only you.

When?

I'm begging you! Tell me, when? It's too long!

You're tearing it!

- Ouch! You're hurting me! - It's the evil!

It says his name when he leaves.

Tavio? Tavio? He's hung up.

When will Madame cut her folly short?

It's becoming obvious Madame that she would do better being my daughter.

If Madame, she were my daughter

I would put her in a triple tower so she doesn't stomp around.

Leave me alone.

Get away.

They are curling. A sign of rain.

Also, the star Jupiter has foreseen this in the night.

In three days, however much it rains, the knight will knock.

- He will knock. - Go away!

A mare who wants to run always finds a rider.

Vampire! Brute! Aborigine! Bowler hat!

You are making a lot of effort to get rid of the staff.

Your husband knows perfectly well that I am with you.

This kind of guy I call a pimp.

I know pimps very well. But between the two of you, really!

I am Colonel Octavio Prado Roth!

Minister of War,

Director of Military Intelligence

General Administrator of Civil Requests,

responsible for area surveillance

Director of the Police

General Tax Surveyor

and Surveyor

of the Public...

Gardens.

All this I have obtained through merit, by my work.

I am not like you all, son of any father.

I did not need anyone to be born into the world.

At 20 years of age...

a bell-hop for a restaurant,

I educated myself at nights in my loft,

by the glow of my bugle.

You must have polished it quite often!

In a corner I placed a candle.

And it is a man of this mold that you treat like a pimp.

Octavio, listen to me! It's all very beautiful, the loft, the bugle.

Very beautiful, cold wars,

hot wars and warmed up wars. Even civil wars!

How? What?

Sure, it's clear. If the republic were covered in canons, no one would mock us.

We'd shake the whole world with canon balls.

America would buy from us instead of selling us.

What?

We can multiply objects ad infinitum!

It's in all the journals.

You must take sides. You must see Palmas.

Come on! Read!

An ideologist! A dialectic snake slithering on my way.

A brain acrobat!

A sack of lab bugs!

You are about to let go the chance of a lifetime.

I'm sick and tired of your train of thought!

What I need is a lady.

A real lady.

There it is, a word of truth.

Not a train.

I need to relax, to distract myself.

Where is your daughter-in-law?

Mire, Morene's daughter?

There's nothing better than a girl to make a statesmen's moustaches curl.

When you come and visit me...

They are always at the ministry.

Go directly to my room,

last left at the end of the corridor on the first floor.

Watch yourself, you bastard.

The crooks are coming.

Your last twilight

is descending fast.

Professor!

Dear professor! I'm at a loss for words to say how happy I am, I'm delighted.

There are moments I'd not give away for mountains of gold.

You must hate me for keeping you away from your work.

The need to see you has been such a torment

that a day of delay counts for a century. How could I resist?

Palmas, graduate. The greatest of our men of science.

The greatest and the smallest.

I mean, the most modest. The most reserved, like me.