Les Dents longues

GREAT DREAMS

A FILM BY DANIEL GÉLIN

BASED ON THE NOVEL OF THE SAME NAME BY JACQUES ROBERT

Lyon Perrache.

All passengers get off.

A porter? -No, thank you.

Place Antoine-Vollon, please?

Take bus seven downstairs.

A porter, miss?

Connection.

Excuse me. Mr. Antoine Josserand, is he here?

Yes, but at this time he drinks across the street.

Okay, thank you.

Not there! At the bakery next door!

BAKERY

Thief.

Did Dumaine buy Le Canut?

Not the newspaper, idiot! The publishing house.

Mr. Dumaine from textiles,

whose wife and children have the honor of this life,

has a mistress

called Nancy Colivret.

Understand that...

Excuse me, madam. Mr. Josserand should be here.

I will never put that in the press!

That press.. -What?

Of course he is here. Don’t you hear it?

Do you want to see him?

Independent newspapers do not exist.

If they did, we would know! What?

Understand that!

Mr. Antoine!

Someone wants to speak to you.

What? Who then?

Sir, I... I responded to your advertisement...

Sir, I... I responded to your advertisement...

I come from Montpellier.

Imagine.

I am... at least...

I hope to be your secretary if I meet...

Look at that! A windbag!

There is a windbag in Montpellier and I must have him!

Young man,

with Antoine Josserand

you must be brief and concise.

Sit down, boy.

No, young man! Do not sit!

Not this morning. We are setting off. Come!

Follow me.

I worked all night.

You don’t know what it is to make a newspaper.

It is exhausting, young man.

It is exhausting. Thank you.

See you tonight, Germaine. -Good night, Mr. Antoine.

Beautiful, isn’t it, the Rhône?

The fog of the Rhône.

Never been to Lyon? -It’s the first time.

What is your name again? -Louis Commandeur.

What did you do before? Did you write?

No, at least... yes. Like everyone.

What? Poems?

I thought so, as soon as I saw you looking at the landscape.

Don’t forget, I need a secretary, not an artist.

You have a secretary.

Ambitious? -Of course.

You must take better care of yourself.

I also wanted to do everything.

I also had poems in my pockets.

I even wrote some.

Clearer than the soul, more elegant than the flower.

With her I dreamed of a rhyme

in which I loved...

In the shadow of the clouds.

I am exhausted, girl.

I am exhausted. What work. This print shop is killing me.

Here, this is my new secretary.

Louis Commandeur. Raymonde, my wife.

Nice to meet you, madam.

Come on, Bibi! Give us coffee!

I haven’t had anything since midnight.

At least, nothing warm.

Put your bags down and sit.

Here is work.

Don’t say: "Already."

Have you seen my wife?

My daily pleasure.

I like young ones.

And a wall, not a chatterbox.

Same in bed. Mouth shut. What does it matter?

I speak and think for two.

A matching couple

is simple. Isn’t it, girl?

You do know I run a weekly paper?

Le Canut, I know. -Yes, public security organ.

This is the article for the next edition.

How hot it is!

Currently a much-discussed case in Lyon.

In the Rhône they found the naked body of a dancer.

A certain Lola.

It is warm but pleasant. My wife can cook well.

She danced at Toboggan.

Was Mrs Josserand an artist?

Not my wife, idiot!

Lola! Do your best, follow the conversation.

The girl was found naked.

That makes it interesting.

Yes. Read all that when you are rested.

By the way, is his room ready?

OK, fine. Do you want some more coffee?

No? Then let's go!

You will see,

it is a big case.

Do you think of a crime of passion?

Rather drugs.

Nearby there is a doctor, a certain Renazzi, who has fled.

Oh yes, where to?

Where to? That's a good one!

The police are looking for him.

You will read that in the article.

It is told like a police report.

It is illegible and boring.

Here is your boudoir. Charming, isn't it?

A splendid view!

At your age the decor influences your work.

Put all this into French!

About 100 lines.

Fifty for the morality investigation and 50 for the emotion.

The article must be at the printer by 2 p.m.

My wife types it during lunch, she does not eat.

Sorry, may I know who will sign that article?

Who? The colleague, my goodness!

But.. Will he like that?

I thought writers were more sensitive.

You are clearly from Montpellier!

But at the beginning they are sensitive!

What do you think?

And then it is like ambition. Ideas and so on!

Hey, Bibi, sit down.

Listen.

Bent over the black icy water,

she opened wide eyes full of innocence,

and although she had tasted the wild pleasure of love,

she was still at the beginning of her life.

Lola Ophélie Brune

died like a swan.

Huh, sweetheart?

What do you think? -Yes, there is feeling in it.

Feeling?! Feeling and hair in the neck!

You two will get a secretary!

Go get him!

You even get Ophélie Brune!

No, he isn't even there! I'd walk over him!

A secretary!

I pay him a bed

as a reward, he writes Hamlet.

They are well brought up in Montpellier!

Unbelievable!

I know what to do. My suitcase.

He is also oversensitive!

Listen carefully.

What interests the reader?

Why and how did the doctor kill Lola?

And with as many details as possible!

You have until tomorrow morning

to follow it up and fix it.

You are no longer a secretary, but a reporter.

What are you waiting for?! -Nothing.

We can say I have encouraged young people.

How is Josserand?

I am André Maurienne,

legal reporter at Progrès. We are colleagues.

Temporarily, because upon return I will be fired from the newspaper.

Already?

Unless you give me the address of a certain doctor Renazzi.

Why not?

Only.. You must hurry

because his address is like his freedom.

That is very temporary.

Yes, they are going to arrest him.

I have been to the police.

How long have you been in Lyon? -24 hours.

Me, 11 years. -Oh yes? And?

That's all.

But the police usually don't talk much.

And they are from Lyon here.

And you are not, so give them time to get used to that.

I got the information from them but that is very coincidental.

I have only been 24 hours in Lyon, but I am not new yesterday.

Why would you give me the tip?

I don't know. You are nice.

OK. And you?

I am a reporter. I have enough with my job.

That starts at the assizes.

But if I were a reporter,

I would go to rue de la Bombarde,

in the Saint-Jean district.

Do you know it?

No, but I will find it.

You are also nice. -Hurry up.

Good, boy!