Breathless (À bout de souffle)

This film has been restored by STUDIOCANAL with the support of CNC.

This film is dedicated to Monogram Pictures.

BREATHLESS

After all... I'm stupid.

After all, yes, I must. I must!

- Michel! Take me with you! - What time is it?

- 10:50. - No.

I'm on my way, hey-hey!

If he thinks he's gonna pass me in that crappy thing!

I pick up the cash,

I ask Patricia, yes or no, and then...

The countryside's nice.

I really like France.

If you don't like the sea,

if you don't like the mountains,

if you don't like the city, then get stuffed!

Little girls trying to hitch a ride!

I'll charge a kiss per kilometre.

The short one's not bad. Nice thighs.

But the other one...

Shit, they're too ugly.

The sun is beautiful.

Women are such cowards behind the wheel. Overtake him!

Oh, there's roadworks.

Never use the brakes.

As old Bugatti said: "Cars are made to run, not to stop."

Shit! Cops!

The wire's come off!

This could get me nabbed!

Don't move, or I'll waste you.

- Miss Franchini's room? - She isn't here. She's out.

Girls never have any cash!

Espresso.

- How much is ham and eggs? - 1.80.

- Right. I'll have some. - OK.

Just going for a paper.

- Oh, wow, Michel! - Can I come in?

- How are you, sweetheart? - No jacket?

I left it in my Alfa Romeo.

- Want breakfast at the Royal? - I must be at the TV station by 9:10.

It's torn. Listen to this.

- What have you been up to? - Nothing, I've been travelling.

What's new around here?

- You don't go out? - To the discotheque sometimes.

- Still making films? - No. You need to sleep around.

Do you recollect Enrico?

"Remember" or "recall", not "recollect".

I work with him at the station. I'm a script-girl.

When I was broke in December, I was assistant on a film at Cinecittà!

You?

Ever been a gigolo? I was just asking.

I wouldn't mind.

Call me back in a few minutes.

Is Gaby back from Spain?

He's bought the Pergola.

Great. It was stupid to paint it all black.

- What's it say there? - "Why?"

Never finished it. I smoke Luckies now.

- Can you lend me 5000 francs till noon? - I might have known.

- You're a creep, Michel. - I'll pay you back.

I don't have that much.

- Here's 500 if you want. - No, keep it.

- So, no breakfast at the Royal? - I'm really late.

Okay, then.

- Is Mr Tolmachov here? - He's here, but he's not here.

- Seen Patricia? - Yes, over there.

Come with me to Rome?

It's crazy, I wanted to see if I'd be glad to see you again.

Have you been in Monte Carlo?

No, Marseilles. I was in Monte Carlo before that to see a guy.

- I called on Monday, from Marseilles. - I was out of town.

- I'll take one. - That's kind.

You said you hated Paris.

No, I said I've got enemies here.

- So you're in danger? - Yes, I am. Will you come to Rome?

To do what?

- No, I've things to do here. - You going up or down the Champs?

- What's the "Champs"? - The Champs Elysées.

I'm going to Avenue George V. Go on, walk with me.

Just to the corner.

Here, no horoscope! It's the future. I want to know the future.

- Don't you? - Sure.

- What's the matter? - Nothing, just looking at you.

- You angry I left without a goodbye? - No, I was furious because I was sad.

It's nice to wake up next to a girl.

Are you staying in town?

I have to see a man who owes me money.

- Then I have to see you. - You don't have to.

- There are prettier girls than me. - No.

I slept with two girls since you. It was a washout.

- What's "washout"? - They were pretty, but it was no fun.

So will you come to Rome? I'm fed up with France.

I have to enrol at the Sorbonne so my parents will send money.

- We only had 3 nights together! - No, 5.

- Why don't you wear a bra? - Don't be rude!

- What time is it? See you later? - Not later. Tonight. Okay?

- Yes. Where? - Round here.

LIVE DANGEROUSLY UNTIL THE END!

- Sir? You've nothing against youth? - I have. I like old people.

POLICEMAN'S KILLER IDENTIFIED

- Is Mr Tolmachov here? - At the airline desk.

Hi, amigo.

- You came by at ten? - Yeah, for my money.

I got bored down south. I came up to see a girl.

- I'm rusting away here. - Better rusted than busted.

Over here.

Do you have the envelope I gave you?

- Idiot! Why did he cross it? - Just sign it over to someone else.

Not to me. I blew my last penny on the races.

- And your pal, Bob Montagné? - He's in prison.

There's Berruti, but I don't trust him.

I thought he was your pal.

- Is he back? - Yes, I saw him last night.

- What was his number again? - Elysée 99-84.

- Can I call from here? - Go ahead.

- Who's the girl you came for? - A New Yorker.

She's amusing. I like her.

Elysée 99-84?

I'd like to speak to Antonio.

I see. No, I'll call back.

He's out. I'll ask around.

- Bye, sonny. - Ciao, amigo.

- Inter-Americana Agency? - Yes, that's us.

- Do customers have mail sent here? - Yes.

- Know a certain Michel Poiccard? - No.

Also goes by the name Laszlo Kovacs?

Ask that gentleman. He'll help you.

If it isn't Tolmachov!

Hello, Inspector.

- In the travel business now? - As you can see.

Remember how you grassed on your friend Bob?

- What of it? - Well, you're going to do it again.

Michel Poiccard, 1 metre 79, brown hair, former Air France steward.

- He has his mail sent here. - Yes, I know him.

- He been around lately? - No.

Miss!

Nobody been to see Mr Tolmachov recently?

- Just 5 minutes ago, quite a tall man. - Bloody hell!

Accessory to murder. Think about it!

THE HARDER THEY FALL

Bogey...

I saw a man die. An accident.

- Take me out to dinner? - Evidently.

Let me make another call first. Wait for me?

Call from the restaurant.

No. I'll just be a second.

The French always say one second when they mean 5 minutes.

- Where we going? - Anywhere. To Saint Michel.

Sleep with me tonight?

- Don't you like it with me? - Sure, I do.

I just read something in the paper. About a bus conductor.

He stole 5 million to seduce a girl. Impersonated a rich impresario.

He took her down to the Riviera. They blew the lot in 3 days.

The guy didn't chicken out. He told her:

"It's stolen money, I'm a bad guy, but I like you."

It's great she stuck by him. She said: "I like you, too."

They came back to Paris, and were caught burgling villas.

She was the look-out.

- Excuse me, got a light? - Go buy yourself some matches!

- I forgot! I have an appointment. - Who with?

A journalist on the Champs Elysees. It's a press conference.

- Where? Now? - You can really get on my nerves.

- So you're leaving me? - But I'll see you tomorrow.

Not tomorrow, tonight, Patricia.

- I told you I can't. - Why are you so cruel?

- Any taxis around? - My car's near the Opera. Want a lift?

- What happened to the Ford? - It's in the garage.

- Let me stay with you. - I've got a headache anyway.

- We won't make love. - That's not it, Michel!

- Why are you so sad? - Because I am.

That's silly.

Why are you sad?

- Should I use "vous" or "tu"? - Either. But I can't do without you.

- Yes, you can. - Maybe. But I don't want to.

Look at that great Talbot. A 2.5 litre.

- You're a kid... - What?

- Oh, I don't know. - I forbid you to meet this guy.

Alas, alas, alas!

I love a girl who has a nice neck, nice breasts,

a nice voice, nice wrists, a nice forehead, nice knees.

But she's such a coward!

- It's there. Stop. - I'll park.

Get lost then!

I never want to see you again. Get lost!

Get lost, you creep!

- I'd be sad if that happened to you. - We'll see.

What's wrong?

If I could dig a hole and hide in it, I would.

You should be like an elephant. When they're sad,

they vanish.

Let me tell you a story. It'll take your mind off things.

I've known a girl 2 years. And now, I suddenly think:

I'll ask her to sleep with me. It had never occurred to me.

We met for lunch. I wanted to say: "We're friends, let's sleep together."

I don't know why, but it completely slipped my mind!

Later I sent her a telegram,

saying I'd forgotten to say we should sleep together.

3 hours later I get a message back, saying:

"What an amazing coincidence!

I was going to suggest the same thing!"