The Temptation of Barbizon (La Tentation de Barbizon)

THE SEDUCTION OF BARBIZON

This film tells the earthly story of an angel and a devil...

naive enough to think they can still teach humans something...

about right and wrong.

All characters are fictional.

Any resemblance to an angel or a...

devil in your surroundings is purely coincidental.

No claims or compensation will therefore be accepted.

Xavier, there's no point in circling the numbers.

They are what they are. - Catastrophic!

Send those papers back. I leave for London tomorrow.

If I can get a loan, fine; otherwise...

It's bankruptcy. - Nasty!

Leave me alone with your dialects.

Do something useful while I'm away. - Like what?

Maybe visit the plastic factory, Xavier.

Plastic is lively. - We lack brains.

Yes, I'm joking!

If you find one, I'll give it to you free.

Advertising agency: "PUBLI-MONDIAL".

Another new girl, Marlo?

I'm just following instructions, madam. - Yes, and?

She's ending her contract. - Connect me to her, to my office.

Do you already have a slogan for the Bison car?

I chose the best: "A Bison car is a car to race in".

A ridiculous slogan, if you ask me.

Madam? - Yes?

It's about the Bison car. I came up with a slogan.

Really? I'm listening.

If you have friends, buy a car. - Way too long, Bricard!

You're responsible for the staff. Who is it?

A receptionist, madam. - Put him at the door.

Alright, madam. - I mean the service door.

Careful! One more slip and you're fired. - Can't I have ideas?

No! You must serve clients with their luggage.

My future is elsewhere, I have good ideas.

Alright, Mr. Bricard. What do you think of this slogan: "if you have friends"...

I have no friends.

Make yourself at home! - You weren't here!

Goodbye, my dear. - Bye.

Are you ready? - Yes, and you?

Just a few more seconds. - Goodbye, Martin.

Goodbye, Martin. - Have a nice trip!

Goodbye, Martin. - Bye.

Goodbye, Martin. - Have fun!

It's clear you're in no hurry!

I tried talking to her. - Who? - The boss. - And then?

It's useless. She refuses.

I stood there like an idiot with my mouth open.

Well, next time… - It's always next time!

I'm fed up with my current job.

If this continues, I'll fight with everyone.

Don't start again. - Sorry.

You again? Who do you think you are? How dare you!

You can expect a report from me.

Public relations with an employee of the opposite sex are forbidden.

But we're married, Mr. Bricard. - What?

Yes, since last night. And I'm entitled to 8 days off.

The porter sends his regards.

Are you coming, my dear of the opposite sex?

Excuse me.

Goodbye!

Look...

I wanted a car like this for our honeymoon.

We wouldn't be happier, but more comfortable.

Let's go.

Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Come on, captain. What's wrong with you?

What's wrong today?

Go away, miserable dog.

Excuse me, sir. - Madam.

My apologies, I didn't see you earlier.

Are you the hotel owner? - Yes, madam.

Jerome Chambon, heir, at your service, madam.

Pleased to meet you. - Would you like to come in, madam?

With pleasure.

I need a room. - With us: "rendez-vous des oiseaux"?

Yes, why are you surprised? - Yes, madam.

I haven't had guests in a long time!

You can look first. You're not obliged to take a room.

It's this way, madam.

As you see, this is not paradise. It looks like a youth hostel.

It's charming. - That's all.

There's no running water. - The river is nearby.

The mattresses are hard. - Lucky you.

I wonder if I have anything to feed you. - I'm on a diet.

Then I won't resist any longer. You're a perfect guest.

You underestimate your own cooking. It already smells good.

Forget it, the chicken doesn't want to be roasted.

I think she doesn't want to be prepared.

At her age, she still lays eggs. May I take a look?

Of course. - This is for my niece,

who just got married.

They come here to eat. Poor girl. They hoped for a nice meal.

Does it look better? - Believe it or not, it's cooked.

It's a miracle! - Do you believe in miracles?

If you knew this chicken, you would believe too.

It's this way.

She will be so happy. At night, the forest is...

quite warm, but I'll still bring you a blanket.

The stairs are quite steep, your room is the first on the left.

I'm here.

This is extraordinary.

You still have young legs. - I'm happy with my legs.

It's there, the first door on the left.

Here is your room.

It's beautiful.

Do you want to wash? I'll get some hot water.

Thank you.

One moment.

Come in!

Here is the hot water. Do you like it here?

Yes, quite. - Wait until tomorrow...

Do you want me to pay right away?

Do you smell anything? - No, nothing.

It's sulfur. - Sulfur smell? Here?

Impossible.

The doorbell? Can I see? - Yes, go ahead.

There.

Done.

Sir, what would you like?

A room. - Again?

Why "again"? It's the first time. - Exactly, I mean...

I mean, right now directly?

This is not the Carlton Hotel. - Of course.

You can't compare. - Okay, it suits me.

No running water, the mattresses are...

hard and I have almost nothing to eat.

Is there a roof? - Yes, if it doesn't rain, you can go up.

Unexpected, you mean? - Excuse me, sir.

Did you bet with a lady to choose the worst hotel?

No, why? - That would explain everything.

I'm sorry, sir.

Go on...

Does it smell like lilies? - Lilies? You mean "roast chicken".

No, definitely lilies. - No, it's the chicken.

The chicken is in the oven for my cousin who is getting married.

Congratulations. Marriage for love?

Completely, they have no pocket money...

What more is needed to be happy?

Not to mention the chicken! - They will enjoy it.

Unless an accident happens? - Accident? The devil's fault.

Isn't it?

What happened? - The chicken burned.

Damn. Follow me.

What should I serve now to those poor children?

They already have love, give them some fresh water.

One moment, sir, I'll give another blanket.

Your room is the second on the first floor.

Be careful, the stairs are steep.

Whenever you want.

You belong to the athletic generation.

Is it that way? - At the end of the hall.

Then turn left.

Go in.

Do you want hot water? - No, never.

I hate everything hot. - Good, sir.

If you want to eat, let me know. - In five minutes.

No cold food!

"Saint Michael casts down the demon."

Propaganda again.

Come on.

It smells good here. - Yes?

It smells better and better. - What do you smell?

The lilies. - No, mistake!

You here? - And you?

What's that?

What's going on? - Nothing serious, it just fell.

It had hung on the same hook for 20 years.

Maybe too old.

Otherwise, does it amuse you? - It's strange.

Sir, would you like an aperitif before dinner?

Give the aperitif first.

Meanwhile, lay my cutlery on madam's table.

May I? - We're already there.

Dinner will be ready in five minutes.

And angel, how are you? - Divine!

Too bad, I'll have to deal with it.

And you, poor devil?

Still the same evil? - In excellent shape.

I can't help it, alas! - So we're together again?

Eternity is small. - It's frightening.

We can't take a step without meeting.

Personally, I like it. You are my walking reward...

my hunting trophy, my triumphal arch.

Every time I win, I possess you.

Isn't that so? - I do not dispute...

but the word itself. - There are no other words.

I have you in my power. Remember the last match?

Tristan and Isolde.

Manon and the handsome de Grieux. Carmen and the sword lover.

3-0 without opposition! - How vulgar you are.

No.

Funny, a devil without fire.

Everything is ready, you can eat whenever you want.

Are you in a hurry? - I'm hungry...

Hungry as a devil? - Heavenly hunger.

I wasn't the one who invented hunger.

Are you coming? - Okay.

How is it in heaven?