Woman to Woman

Ah come in, everybody speaks the English here,

is the only nightclub in Paris,

the City of Light, where in 1918 you can forget

all four bloody years of war.

Compton!

Oh, my Lord.

I say, look here.

I say, don't do that old chap.

I've only just come down from the line and my nerves

aren't as strong as they used to be.

What?

He offers me a place!

Well!

You've just arrived?

About an hour ago.

How long have you got?

Oh, 10 days.

240 hours of life.

Well ladies, here's a furnished heart to lit,

for seven days!

Hey, don't worry, Mr. Captain.

You will find plenty to take it for a week!

Ah, that's the girl for me!

Oh, Mademoiselle, pardon!

Mademoiselle, now that you've died for France,

come and live just a little for England!

Oh please, please take pity on two poor lonely soldiers.

Oh, very well, if that would make you happy.

Oh, it will make me very happy, come along dear.

David, our new commanding officer.

Well, a jolly good song and jolly well sung.

I sing it that way because I feel it.

Oh, don't get sentimental over this rotten war.

I do not understand you, monsieur?

It's bad enough without singing about it.

But the music gives you the heart.

The courage to fight the enemy, to conquer.

It's the songs about war that make wars possible.

If they told the truth about it,

what a, what a fucking thing it is

instead of glorifying it, nobody'd ever start one.

That is not the way I see it.

You wouldn't.

Oh come on, calamity!

Don't spoil the party.

Here's to our most dangerous enemies,

they're always with us.

The time it was the wise are fast asleep in bed.

Don't forget your promise, go straight home.

What else can I do?

You left us very suddenly, Mademoiselle.

Wasn't the British Army good enough company for you?

That was because of you.

Ah, that.

I shouldn't have talked like that

to a pretty girl like you.

You know you're perfectly adorable when you're angry.

If, um, if you would invite me to come up there,

I'll make you forgive me in half a jiffy.

May I come up?

You, you're afraid to come down here

because you know you'll forgive me.

Would I?

You don't dare!

You dared me to come down here.

Now make me forgive you.

Well, there are six rules for making a girl forgive you.

The first rule is sit down beside her.

Oh, very well.

And the second rule is to take her hand in yours.

You weren't very nice to me tonight.

Now look here, I'm awfully sorry for what I said,

but those girls and the whole atmosphere of that place.

Oh, those girls have their place.

They serve their country, Monsieur.

They laugh and sing and love,

so that their men forget the war.

All right.

You help me to forget the war.

I laugh and sing, if that will help you forget.

Comrade!

Now look, but what do you know about the war anyway?

I know a lot about the war.

My brother and father gave their lives for France.

Say you'll forgive me?

I couldn't really be cross with a soldier.

Here, cheer up, I'll sing the song myself.

How does it go?

I can't sing the damn thing.

And now, look here,

if I called you tomorrow,

will you come and have lunch with me?

Ooh!

I say, you're being drowned.

You will, though?

Maybe.

Wake up my dear, the English officer is here to see you.

What?

The English officer is here to see you.

Oh Flory!

Quick quick, tell him I will be there in one moment.

I have, but why so excited?

Three days ago, you said you hated him.

No, that was three years ago.

You mean three days ago.

You're losing your head.

Oh quick, my jacket.

Oh, I am so happy.

I'm in love for the first time in my life.

I know these English officers.

They come to Paris for a few days and then they go away.

Where is this jacket of yours?

Well, you are an English women, Florence,

and you stay here.

It's different with me, Paris has always been my home.

But him, what I said was right.

And I say you are not.

If he goes away, he will come back again to me.

- Oh! - Hello, darling.

So how is my sweetheart this morning?

Oh, I feel...

Like that!

And how do you feel this morning, my David?

I feel...

Like that.

Tell me, what were you and Florence arguing about?

She said such horrid things about you soldiers.

She said you love for a while,

and then you go away, and forget.

Oh, I have to go back, Lola.

We all have to go back.

But soon, soon it'll be peace

and we'll have each other always.

Do you have to go back to that hell?

Not hell,

with the memory of an angel to keep you company.

Foolish one, I am no angel.

Just a girl.

And a good cook.

Lola, do you realize you know nothing at all about me?

I just know you are my David.

When we're married you won't have to cook.

Marry?

Marry?

We'll dear I, I thought you might...

Oh, oh you thought I might?

Then you will?

Oh, Monsieur!

Oh, darling.

Now, now listen, darling,

I've only two more days of leave left,

we'll have to hurry.

How soon could you be ready?

Oh, so sweet, as quickly as-

Now listen, darling, I'll make all arangements,

and in hour I'll be back for you!

Then it is true?

The truest word you ever heard.

In an hour you'll be my wife.

Oh, David.

When it's done we'll get a car

and we'll drive through the woods,

and we'll have our wedding breakfast at that little,

that little cafe at.

Yes!

Will you hurry, darling?

- Au revoir. - Au revior.

Florence, Florence!

Trouble?

Oh, worse than trouble.

In one hour we marry!

Could you direct me to the English Church?

English, uh.

No, let me see if I can make you understand me.

The church...

I know, not here.

Look, I want, ah, you know.

You know, get married, the church.

Alright, nevermind, thank you very much.

Can you tell me the way to the English Church, sir?

Church, no time for church.

Everyone has to return to the line.

Oh, but that doesn't count for me sir,

I've got a week's leave.

As a matter of fact, I'm going to be married.

Oh, I see.

Well, I'm awfully sorry, young man.

All leave's been canceled.

Everyone has to return immediately.

But sir, my fiance is waiting for me.

It's no use arguing, that's the order.

Oh, but can't I, can't I have one more day?

You can't have one more minute.

Everyone has to return to the line.

I want you all to report to the RTO

in the Gare du Nord.

Come along.

Why you stand there like a ghost?

Why don't you go and bring him back to me?

But, Monsieur Defoe has already gone to look for him.