Charles and Lucie (Charles et Lucie)

North Star...

Number 10, in the 5th race.

You sure?

It's a cinch.

When do I get to see that antique gown?

I told you, Leon: not before 6 p.m.

Lucy cleans an apartment upstairs between 6 and 7 p.m.

We got time: it's 4 p.m.

You mean 6 p.m.! Sure that watch keeps time?

Eisenhower wore this watch on D-Day.

At $50 it's a steal.

Mind the stall for me.

I like your suit.

A gift from Lucie.

Can't be sold.

Come on: we have to do this fast!

Won't you sell that dresser?

I told you: Lucie's attached to it.

It was her mother's.

Too bad. We could get $500 for it.

And the vase?

A gift from her uncle in Bordeaux.

The victrola?

A gift from her niece in Strasbourg.

Don't touch that! It's a gift from her god-child.

What's he?

A gift from the zoo?

Very funny.

Forget it: a portrait of her grand-ma.

It's her prize possession!

Take a look...

...under the newspapers.

Further back...

Nice compact!

Sterling silver!

In another month or two... it'll be all mine.

I push it in further every day.

Once Lucie's forgotten it... Get the idea?

It was her costume when she sang in Marseilles.

She was the warm-up act for Edith Piaf.

A collector's item, original label and all...

$150.

$75.

$100.

I'm finished. See you tomorrow.

Can you get me down another pot of jam, please?

I got YOU One yesterday!

My system needs sugar.

Not again!

Give it to me!

Give it back! It's mine.

No, it's a picture of me!

You just lost a housekeeper!

You're quitting?

Charles can take over. Photograph him!

Not Charles. I want you!

You!

My costume!

Thief! How could you?

I was only having it appraised!

Appraised?

Did you also sell my photograph?

Only the frame.

I promise I won't do it again. Please stop crying.

I can't stand it...

I've had it... I'm exhausted.

It's all so depressing...

I'm sick of being a cleaning woman...

We never have any fun.

This isn't living... It's enduring.

Now you want to sell my souvenirs...

They're all I have left...

I'm only doing if for you.

With a little extra money, we could live better...

Get a job!

I'm doing my best...

It's hard running an outdoor stall.

Me with my backache, my ulcer, my poor bones...

Bones? Lazybones!...

What if I sat on my ass?

What if I relied on welfare?

It's starting to act up again.

What's the matter?

Quick, drink up.

Feel better?

Take your medicine.

- Medicine... - Your pills...

Two!

Relax...

Better?

A little bit.

Those were the days...

I wish you could've seen me.

I was young and beautiful.

You still are... To me.

That's different.

At what age did you start?

I was 18.

What was the date again?

June 12, 1947.

Remember how much you made?

Sure! $18.

Do you want to hock my soul, too?

Sell me at the flea-market?

By the way, I got a good offer for the dresser.

I forgot to tell you:

As of tomorrow, you're doing the cleaning upstairs.

Cleaning? And my slipped disk?

Slip it into some work.

ASLEEP

What?

You didn't forget the sweepstake tickets?

Of course not. You woke me up for that?

I dreamt we'd won...

Mrs. Roussel?

That's me.

My compliments.

What do you want?

Michel Nérac: in the office of M. de la Madriguére.

My mission is confidential.

May I come in?

Please sit down.

We had a hard time finding you.

Every one knows me!

I'm afraid not.

You disappeared from your last address.

Charles gave up his antique business in 1963.

Not a trace of you since the bankruptcy...

Do you have proof of your identity?

- If you're a cop...! - No fear...

It has to do with your wife's inheritance...

I'm sure you'll understand...

An inheritance?

Perfect.

Yes! I'm delighted to inform you...

that you are the sole heir...

of the late Miss Virginia Spring,

who died last August 17th

in Boston, Massachusetts, USA.

We were related?

Not directly. She was a 2nd cousin...

of your late brother Pierre.

A first cousin of poor Pierre?

Twice removed.

You've been genealogically established as the sole heir.

If she owed money...

Quite the opposite.

You've inherited an estate known as: "Open Spaces"

in Hyéres, on the Riviera,

at 34 Albert Einstein Avenue.

15 rooms, 4 baths,

1500 square feet of living space,

set on...

3 acres of woodland, with a garage and a lodge.

Estimated value: $600,000.

In addition, you'll draw $2,500 a month...

in interest from a Swiss bank account,

to commence once you formally accept the inheritance.

I almost forgot: the legacy also includes a car,

license number 8894GL92,

currently in storage outside Paris.

Do something! Get some water!

My nightingale! Please! I beg you! Come to!

Take it away!

This is no time to faint. We're rich!

Lucie, please... My sweetheart.

How many rooms did you say?

The car, how much horsepower?

Is there a tennis court and a pool?

Do we have to pay taxes on the Swiss account?

That hurts!

When do I get the money?

Let's meet tomorrow

in Mr. de la Madriguére's office.

- 3 p.m.? - Earlier?

3 p.m.'s fine.

I'll show you out.

Say goodbye!

I'm honored, Madame.

Nutsy!

We're rich!

See you tomorrow at 3 p.m.

- Wait! - What is it?

There was a legacy That was lunacy

When the tailor died without a will

His children, his cousins His neighbors by dozens

Everyone wanted a share of his upholstered chair

His pets and his pans and his brooms

Were treated like precious heirlooms...

What about your ulcer and your slipped-disk?

Who wants to be sick when you're rich.

Here it is.

What's the big idea?

To intimidate them.

It'll make you sick.

Maybe, but I won't get taken. Let's go.

Right on time! Please come in.

We're ready to sign the papers.

Fine.

Before we discuss