Nana

Jacques Roitfeld Production presents.

Cinemacolor film by Christian Jaque.

Based on the novel written by Emile Zola.

Screen play by Jean Ferry, Albert Valentin,

Dialogs by Henri Jeanson

with Walter Chiari

and Paul Frankeur

with Elisa Cegani

with Jacques Castelot

and Noel Roquevert.

Photography Director Christian Matras.

Sets by Robert Gys.

Costume designer Marcel Escoffier.

Editing Jacques Desagneaux.

Editing Assistants Claude Durand and Anne-Marie Jouvel.

Assistant Director: Raymond Vilette Cameraman: Alain Douarinou.

Cast Manager: Charles Meranger Set General Manager: Jean Mottel.

Set Decorator Assistants Pierre Duquesne, Olivier Girard,

Manager: Roger Descoffre.

Director Assistant: Roland Bernard Script girl: Simone Bourdarias.

Makeup: Maguy Vernadel Hair: Jean Lalaurette.

Wigs: Jules Chanteau Costumes: Monique Plotin.

Photography: Raymond Voinquel.

Music by Georges Van Parys.

Production Director Vladimir Roitfeld.

Clothes: Pierre Cardin, Irene Karinska, Raymonde Catherine and Durandet.

Western Electric Recording: Jean Rieul Assistants: Marcel Corvaisier.

Filmed at the Studios Parisiens Special Effect: Lax.

Distributed by Les Films Sirius

Franco-Italian co-production Jacques Roitfeld, F. J. F, Cygno Film.

May I? Have you requested a hearing?

I was given a letter of introduction. That was a mistake.

Tell his Majesty that Count Muff at is in his office.

Oh. The Emperor!

You are good at recognizing faces, Countess.

Allow me to pass my powers to the Empress.

Certainly.

Well, Muff at Is this serious? You are still resigning?

Sire, I am almost all packed.

No regrets?

With infinite sadness.

How about if I ordered you to stay?

I would obey my conscience.

You would fail your duty?

My duty tells me I have to disassociate myself from.

You abdicate when you continue to grant liberty to an unworthy press.

When you abandon your powers to a Parliament where

what they call in their barbarian jargon the decomposition of the authority capital.

You also allow opposition circles to exist where members

of your own family conspire against you.

I had hoped to be the Loyola of the Empire.

How can you be heard in a country which tolerates science to fail God.

The role of the 2nd of December men is over.

If your Majesty does not see anything wrong here,

I don't see the point of making plans in a burning house.

But this house you are fleeing is also the house of the prince and heir.

My devotion is not based on dynasties, but on religion.

Why are you so deeply negative?

What about you, Sire, why aren't you more?

The spectacles you see at the court.

Lewdness, corruption have invaded the Tuileries Palace.

In the Empress' entourage, ambassadors' wives behave as harlots.

I like you too much to get angry, my dear Muff at.

Sire, your weakness, is my biggest worry.

Yes. Indeed.

I have a great weakness, for your disposition.

You have never been easy on me. I'll give you that.

I have only one motto. Service.

Well, then. Serve.

We lack strong souls, Muff at. Stay. I am asking you.

We went through difficult times together. We had the same hopes.

We almost died together. Triumphed together.

We must last together.

What do you say, Muff at? Muff at.

So be it.

Now, let's talk seriously.

The Duke of Bassanaut had to leave to his wife's bedside.

He was supposed to accompany our guest tonight,

Please do me the favor of replacing him in that function.

The Prince of Sardegna is a charming man.

You will have dinner with him and take him to the theater.

I know this type of entertainment does not appeal much to you.

I give you my word you will be free before midnight.

You know what we expect from the Prince of Sardegna's visit.

It is reason enough to accept the mission, Sire.

Tell Gaston to prepare my suit. I will not be eating here tonight.

Is Madame here?

She is here with Monsieur Fauchery who just got here.

Hello Fauchery.

Hello Daddy.

How come you allowed Estelle to wear such a plunging neckline?

Humor me and change your dress. But, daddy!

Please.

Please sit down, my dear Fauchery.

I was bringing you the draft of my article.

Why are you crying?

Oh, Mr. Venot, my father thinks my neckline looks indecent.

In all fairness...

He is absolutely right.

This is perfect, but it's useless as I took back my resignation.

I am delighted.

Did you tell the Emperor? Everything I think. I assure you.

The Countess just told me of the engagement of your charming daughter

with the Lieutenant Philippe Hugon.

Are congratulations in order?

This is a little too premature.

I have to accompany the Prince of Sardegna.

I have to get dressed for it.

I haven't thanked you yet for your Lilium.

Who told you they were my favorite flowers?

I just had to think of you to guess what you like.

Think of me?

I forbid you.

Don't count on it. I forbid myself too

but my love is stronger than my will.

Be silent, sir. I am an honest woman.

No one, no one has ever dared to talk to me in this manner.

No one?

Virtue must have made your friends insensitive, blind, deaf and dumb.

God did not make me virtuous, He wanted me happy.

Obey His will since it is around you. Are you done?

Yes, Madame. I told you everything.

I love you, I desire you.

I leave you on a good impression.

Ask for the press.

What the hell is this Prince doing?

I got dressed for this occasion.

I prepared his audience, and he is not showing up!

Whom does he think I am? Where was he raised?

The Italian in him? Alexander and Vladimir too.

However they were from Russia.

The evening is not over.

Not over? Not over? The third act just started

I am not a doormat after all. That's not important!

You don't give a damn about consideration.

You, the sponsors, as long as you reap profits.

I could not buy cigarettes with the profits you give me.

What are you talking about? You only smoke cigars.

Is it true that you want to get rid of Rose Mignon?

You are well informed.

The husband is quite accommodating.

You will never find anything better. No.

But there is the woman. And she is a pain.

Exactly.

Say. What do you think of Nana?

Nana? - Yes.

In bed. First class. Extraordinary.

Ten times better than on the stage. A great topic.

I am not easily impressed.

Better than Rose? Better than my whole troupe.

I don't know what's gotten into her, but with her you don't have a minute.

And she is good natured, not complicated.

She does not care about anything, she does not love anybody.

It's ideal.

Steiner, if you leave Rose, Mignon will not get over it.

He already knows my successor. A very good man.

What else now? - Steiner, you have some influence on her.

Rose refuses to get on the stage before ten minutes.

What?

She says she does not want to miss the Prince of Sardegna.

I never saw anything like that!

I am going to show you. The Prince of Sardegna!

Where is that Wench?

And it is you, the husband, breaking this news to me just like that?

Ah, those husbands. They're all the same.

What's the matter with you? You refuse to go on stage?

I'm not going to open for Nana's entrance.

If you don't go on the stage right now, I'm firing you.

With a good kick in the butt!

Fired? Steiner has a say in this. He is the one who's paying.

Yes, but I am the boss. Go. Let the music play.

Did you see that tart? Yes, I did.

I beg your pardon, old boy.

Don't mention it.

Women! I only respect my mother.

Still it's because of who she is.

My wife isn't bad, is she? Yes, I know.

Steiner, before you act. Think it over.

For our interests, the three of us.

You know. She likes us both.

Anyway, nothing prevents you from spending some time with Nana.

On the contrary.

Only the paid audience is clapping. That's not fair.

Nana! - Good evening.

Has the Prince of Sardegna arrived yet?

I'm afraid he is not coming now.

Too bad, but he could have apologized!

Foreigners! They think they can do whatever they want!

Did you think it over? Think it over?

Yes. Yes, I thought it over.

Fontan, naturally. Are you done pinching my butt?

What you do want? I'm a great sentimental.

It reminds me fold times. I return to the good spots.

Silly.

After the show, I'm having Champagne in my dressing room.

You? Are you crazy?

It's my birthday. You can be generous once a year.

Once every ten years. I'm turning 30.

Already!

What are you giving me for my 30th birthday?