Threesome Romance (Romance à trois)

Sale of a collection of antique instruments.

Lutes, mandolins, harpsichords, mechanical dolls and music boxes

3600. - 3600.

3700. - 3700, 3700!

Please, gentlemen... 3700.

3800. - 3800.

3900. - 3900 here!

4000. On my right, 4000, not on the left.

4200. - 4200!

Once, twice... sold.

A musical box is for sale.

Attributed to a court violin maker.

Perfectly preserved.

It plays three pavane melodies and imitates a rooster’s

crow, as you can see for yourselves. Wind it up!

No, my friend, you're doing it wrong. Hand it over to me.

Let's not waste time!

The functioning of this instrument is not guaranteed.

Starting price 1500 francs.

1600. - 1700.

1800. - 2000.

2100. - 2150.

2200. - 2200! Hurry, gentlemen... 2200.

Let’s not miss this artistic object for 2200. I repeat...

2400. - 2500.

Five hundred... - Six hundred!

2600. - 2800.

2900. - Nine hundred?

3000! - 3000.

3200. - 3200.

3800. - Eight hundred!

3900. - Nine hundred!

4000. - 4000...

4200.

4200, hurry, gentlemen! No one goes higher?

I want to take a look! - Hand over the item.

There’s no signature here...

Excuse me, sir... Do you really need this trinket?

You'll see, in the end he’ll outbid us both.

I swear, madam, if I had known, I would never...

I’m afraid it’s a bit late.

In any case, I promise to hold back. - Thank you.

So, we have 4200.

4200... no, I won’t go further, madam.

Everyone silent, I see? Once, twice, three times, sold.

No, cash. - Very well, madam.

Here you are, madam. - Thank you. Sorry, sir...

You picked the perfect moment to give up, eh? Clever trick.

I didn’t ask for your opinion. - And I’m giving it anyway.

Romantic-era clocks are for sale with four porcelain figures,

representing Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.

Taxi!

Thank you... I can’t take advantage any longer...

I’m not in a hurry at all. I have nowhere to go.

All the more reason to hurry.

But I hope I’ll have the pleasure of seeing you again.

Of course. Chance is a great thing. - Then when?

When my rooster crows.

Good day! I am Madame Hugette Dalé.

Excellent, madam. Your account is ready.

13858... 58...

Who the fool there...

Who is having fun here crowing? - Madam...

Sorry, sir... it’s my rooster.

It has a charming voice. - Almost too much.

It can’t stop.

Allow me to introduce myself: Marcel Smith.

If you don’t mind, let’s take this animal to my office.

I know a bit about mechanics. - Ah, I see...

It seems you understand mechanics... remarkably well.

All I can do is thank you. - Not at all.

Since your chanticleer has fallen silent, let’s get to serious matters.

Attend to the lady. - We are finished.

Completely?

Yes, my rooster and I must take our leave.

Even with your rooster, we’d be delighted to see you again.

Thank you, goodbye. - Goodbye, madam.

Is this lady a regular client of ours?

No, sir, just passing through.

Unbelievable what people bring to the bank nowadays.

Your impressions don’t interest me. Do you have the lady’s address?

Hotel “Campéador”, Haussmann Boulevard, Madame Dalé.

Excellent, thank you.

Hello? In 20 minutes, connect me to Madame Dalé, Hotel “Campéador”.

If she’s not back yet, repeat the call every five minutes, understood?

I can’t hear anything!

I told you, I met a charming woman.

A woman? - A charming one.

Yes, yes...

When you finish your washing, we’ll continue this conversation.

Right now I feel like I’m telling my story at the foot of Niagara Falls.

Mr. Charles! - What?

Done, the car is downstairs.

You can test it whenever you want. I’ll adjust it later if needed.

Great, I’ll be there tomorrow at seven sharp.

Maybe you should take a look at mine? - It’s nothing, it’s already fine.

It’s at the entrance. - Good, thanks.

Imagine, Pierre, they’re entering me in the Grand Prix with one of these cars.

You’ll be happy only after breaking all your bones.

Don’t worry, sooner or later I’ll retire into the countryside,

and then become spare parts for someone else.

You’ll always be a clown!

Yes, because two serious brothers are enough in a family.

And I am fantasy, joy and love. - Love?

I’m afraid that with all your adventures, you’ve never really found love.

I adore you, Pierre. Really?

Yes, old man. And me, I’ve met love!

That’s exactly what I was trying to explain,

but whatever you think, you can’t shout about it.

Then whisper it to me, Romeo. - You always mock me.

Is she a brunette? - Not at all, a blonde.

A sensual blonde walking down the street...

No, old man, no. I met her at an auction.

At an auction? Imagine that!

My brother, poet and musician, in love with freedom,

indifferent to calculations and clever schemes,

has fallen for a lady from an auction. Surely she cost you a fortune.

No, it’s me who cost her a fortune. - Oh, Pierre, you shame the family.

Idiot! I drove the price up to five thousand for a music box she liked.

And you gave it to her? - No, I let her buy it.

I actually wanted to give it to Mom. - Young and foolish!

Where does a young fool go from here?

No, do you realize what you should have done?

You should have bought that music box for 2000 francs...

given it to your beautiful blonde...

then received it back as an engagement gift.

Then you could have given it to Mom. - Idiot!

If you think about it, your sentimentality saved you five thousand francs.

And five thousand is a fortune. And we’ll happily spend it together!

I’d sacrifice for Mom...

Or for great love... - But not for you.

Not for me? You disappoint me, brother, all my life!

So, see you tomorrow! - Yes.

Anyway, don’t forget: tonight we’re at Mom’s.

Why? - We need to spend a bit, old man.

You know, a social and artistic reception for her Argentina tour.

Right... - And her new engagement.

Right, I forgot about tonight.

Another boring evening among all those snobs!

And Mom really feeds those vultures...

That’s what her impresario wants. Publicity, old man, publicity.

Yeah… Charles, we can’t treat her like that.

If her three sons aren’t there... - Don’t worry, we’ll be there.

Will you drive me? - But I’ve got urgent business first.

What? - Our dear brother, of course.

The family’s wallet. Our financial brother.

You mean money, of course? - Nothing escapes you.

Oh! Here’s our baby, fresh off the cabbage patch.

Thanks, kid.

It’s got a powerful turbo boost. Tell me how it feels.

And this is your first ride in it? - Yes, full speed.

Given the circumstances, I’ll take the metro, alright?

As you wish. - See you.

Bye!

Good day, Mr. Charles. - Good day, Albert.

Good day, Bake. How’s the stock market?

Don’t talk to me about it. It’s a total collapse.

Yes, but there’s still nickel. - It was the first to go.

Really?

Is the brother in? - In his office, Mr. Charles.

Let’s talk to the brother...

Listen, Marcel, could you explain to me...

Explain what? - The stock market crash.

A bad close isn’t serious, tomorrow is another day.

You’re incredible!

How could I trust you with my 35 grand a quarter?

You promise me huge profits,

and when I come to collect, there’s nobody there.

How am I supposed to get through this month?

And you comfort me with “tomorrow is another day”.

Of course, I’ve taken everything on myself. - Everything?

He’s drawing a rooster! It might take off. - Oh yes.

And I’m the one falling.

You’re so boring when you talk about money...

What else should I talk about? - I don’t know! Talk about the sun!

Look at the sun, old man, beautiful day, and you talk about money.

What’s wrong with you? - I told you, it’ll all be fine tomorrow.

Look at the flowers instead.

I warn you, if you plan to pay your bills with flowers,

then no flowers, no wreaths - just money, got it?

So you need money?

No. - You should’ve said so!

I’ll give you an advance on future profits. How much? 10k? 15?

First tell me you’re not drunk.

No, I’m perfectly sane, don’t worry.

Hello, Bake?

Bring 15 thousand here immediately. Yes, for me.

I don’t know if it’s spring, but I’ve never seen you shine like this.

Yes... you said women are beautiful, the sky is blue,

the rooster is still French, but you amaze me.

Your lighter’s annoying me. Here. - Thanks.

No, I didn’t expect this kind of harmony from you.

You never taught me that.

You shouldn’t always keep a calculator instead of a heart.

True... Has it really come to that?! - Yes.

Damn Marcel!

Is she beautiful? - Like daylight.

Are you happy? - Tomorrow I will be.

You’re right, no need to do today what can be done tomorrow.

Shh... - Yes, it’s her.