Hôtel du Nord

Careful with your dress, Lucette!

Émile!

- Give Ginette some wine. - Fine.

- Trimault? - I said no three times.

- In Lucette’s honour. - Ginette, tell him.

Wine is bad for him.

Not for me. For my work.

His work! Strange work!

We can’t all be cops.

Though the world would be a nicer place.

And we’d all starve.

Prosper can be a real terror sometimes!

- Jeanne, another bottle. - Remember my blood!

As if he’s the only one here with blood!

Give it here. You’re no good at opening Bordeaux.

Well, I sell my blood. It's gotta be pure.

If I drank all I wanted...

You take on too much work-wise.

Canal lock operator and blood donor.

Donating blood isn’t a job. It’s an honour.

My blood’s pure,

but I wouldn’t sell it for all the tea in China.

For 400 francs a quart, we all would. Right?

People walking around with my blood in their veins... it’s indecent!

I wouldn’t mind. Blood is blood.

You drink from other people’s glasses too!

I'm very attached to my blood, thank you!

This is no subject for a First Communion celebration!

More cheese, Lucette?

I've had enough. Daddy, I'd like some cake.

You do the honours.

Another dry thunderstorm.

What’s wrong with him?

Manolo, don’t be afraid.

Stop staring at him.

We cops call it being lily-livered.

Lily-livered? That boy?

He endured two years in Barcelona. He’s seen worse.

Then what is it?

It's not fear. It's memories.

Stay here. No one’s going to hurt you.

Great idea of yours!

What?

Adopting the boy. No one knows a thing about him.

I know his whole family is dead.

A foreigner!

Not a foreigner. An orphan.

Hello.

Jeanne, go see to that.

Let’s have that cake!

Lucette, take this up to Raymonde.

Poor thing must be lonely up there.

Hello, Raymonde.

Hello, sweetie.

Look at you! ls it your wedding day?

For you.

You thought of me all by yourself in your pretty dress?

She’s a cutie, huh?

Put it there.

Whose idea was that?

- Mine. - Liar.

- I swear, Mr. Edmond. - You’d lie on your special day?

- Don’t rain on the kid’s parade. - Forget it.

- Why no cake for me? - It was all gone.

Just do like this.

Then I'd have some.

Those folks just can’t stand me, and they love to show it.

Thank them anyway.

Knock it off! Stop being a wet blanket.

- You don't even like cake. - I'd like that cake.

Then like it and shut up!

It's just angel food.

- Let’s have a kiss. - Very touching.

Have some respect for religion!

Thank everyone for me, especially Mrs. Lecouvreur.

It's not bad.

Shame on you, making a scene in front of an innocent kid!

I can tell your throat’s better.

After an hour bent over an inhaler!

Already? It's heavier than a lead balloon.

- Not there! - Not where?

Don’t put cake by your comb...

or your comb by the jam...

or the jam by your curling tongs...

or your toothbrush by your powder!

Something else is out of place here too!

What?

A dame like me with a guy like you!

Just wait.

What does that little threat mean?

I'm boning up on my English and photography.

- Just you wait. - For what?

Forget it.

Even a strolling photographer needs a license.

Gotta get up early for that.

You'll wake me up.

You want to work? Don’t you love me anymore?

I want to earn my own grub.

Well, I won’t be a photographer’s girl!

The heat’s about to come down. I see the signs.

You going into hiding?

I need a change of scenery.

This life isn’t an existence.

You think my existence is a life?

Your throat’s obviously better.

Message received...

loud and clear.

You want me out on the street.

You staying put?

I'll wait for you.

My kisser look okay?

Yeah.

Sample the merchandise?

So you’re both lock operator and blood donor.

One says, "Bottoms up!"

The other says, "Nothin' doin'"!

You’re lucky, having two husbands in one.

Well, in the bedroom they’re both missing in action!

In bed sometimes I feel like a widow.

I'll comfort you in your grief!

That Kenel!

ls your throat feeling better, Raymonde?

Much!

Then come have a drink.

Don’t mind if I do!

Thank you for the delicious angel food cake.

A bit filling, I'm afraid.

Can’t exactly serve devil’s food for a First Communion!

Jeanne, go see what they want.

A nice room for the night. I'll give them No. 16.

Beautiful, isn’t it?

The canal...

the sound of the water.

What time is it?

10:00 or 10:30.

Do you love me?

What an odd question.

Without your love I'd have nothing, Pierre.

I'd be all alone in the world.

Those two might work all night because of us.

They may be the ones who get the call.

And now...

let’s see the little gift we bought ourselves.

What’s there to lose?

It won’t jam, will it?

Renée, darling...

we can still back out.

Then we’d have to face life again.

That would be unbearable...

and so complicated.

You'll leave everything behind?

I have nothing to leave.

Do you really understand

what’s going to happen here in a minute?

Very clearly.

I've thought about it so often.

I'll lie down at your side...

and rest my head on your shoulder.

You'll kiss me gently, like the first time.

I'll close my eyes.

I'll hear your watch ticking by my ear.

You'll whisper my name...

and then fire a shot here...

into my heart.

Aim carefully.

I wore the brooch you gave me so you won’t miss.

Then quickly close your eyes.

You mustn’t see me die.

Then it'll be your turn.

Aim right here...

to join me.

Renée, my sweet...

I've never loved you more than tonight.

I couldn’t possibly love you more.

Since we can hope for nothing more, we might as well end it.

You’re right.

We tried everything, didn’t we?

But the world wanted nothing to do with us.

Everything always went wrong.

So we'll leave it all behind with no regrets.

No regrets.

We had our love.

Anyway, I deserve to die. I'm a coward.

In our situation I should be ready to kill for money,

to risk everything.

But I’d never find the courage, even for you.

I'm such a weakling.

Would you want to kill yourself if we’d never met?

No.

I'd never have hoped for happiness.

We have nothing in this world but our love.

The others don’t have love,

but they have everything else.

But all that is useless, not even worth dying for.

It'll be wonderful. You'll see. We'll be free.

It's magnificent in that world far, far away.

Far, far away...

Nothing will matter anymore.

We'll be happy...

We'll be...