Cut please, Miss
Choose nine cards with your left hand
3 for the past
3 for the present, 3 for the future
-You're familiar with tarot? -A bit
I can't see you yet
The cards speak better if you appear
Here you are
Let's look at the past...
Your young lover influenced your career
-Was your mother a widow? -No
You have a close friend who's a widow...
and she's a negative influence
But she's devoted to you
She took you away from your home life...
As a result, you met a kindly, generous man
He made your artistic career possible
You're rather talented
You're in music... you like music...
He pays much attention to you...
-I see him rarely. -Replace him, then
Take a card for yourself
He looks after you, though and gives you sound advice
I see evil forces... a doctor...
His task is hazardous
I see a fiight. Now for the future
This is a bad card
You've little hope of marriage
I see a departure, a journey... the three Fates...
That's you there
Why?
The cards are diffiicult to read
We must try again
Cut, please
Take four cards
The hanged man means change...
but for the worse
-Are you ill? -Yes
Venus Astarte! The illness is upon you
I see a new acquaintance
a talkative young man
who'll amuse you
I didn't see him up to now
But there's something wrong...
It's your illness
I knew it! It's serious, isn't it?
Yes, but don't get so upset
Take another card
We must see...
Thanks
This card is not necessarily death's
It means a complete transformation of your whole being
Enough. I've known for two days
I don't need the results of the tests. My hand?
I cannot read hands
Is it so bad...?
Please don't cry like that
What will my waiting customers think?
I'm not a bird of bad fortune
I see
The cards spelled death, and I saw cancer
She is doomed
Don't rush away, pretty butterfly
Ugliness is a kind of death...
As long as I'm beautiful, I'm alive
Did Madame Irma rid you of your fears?
No, it's worse than before
The cards said I was ill
She saw it in the cards?
Is it written on my face?
You're imagining things
If it is, I'll kill myself
I might as well be dead already
Such a drama queen. She could be happy
but needs to be looked after. She's a child
Come on, Madame Cléo... Calm yourself down
What's up with her?
She's tormenting herself about a hospital test
Doctors see illness everywhere
They never stop doing tests
Like a coffee?
Yes
Coffee will make you more agitated
All right, then
A little of what you fancy...
Coffee can excite you one day
and calm you the next
What was bad for you one day may help you the next
I'll tell you a story about my village
There was a man who had everything: a wife
children, good health
and health is everything
One day he fell ill. The doctor said he'd die
His wife got all depressed. He got mad, got out of bed
and said he was leaving
-Don't you rent your room? -Yes
It's your place, isn't it?
You don't understand
I'm sick of leaving at two in the morning
I'm exhausted the next day
Either I sleep with you...
Don't then...
Are you joking?
I'm tired of arguing too. I just want to sleep
I have my pride
You'll come running
He visited Greece, Turkey, Egypt, Africa
and sent postcards saying ''I'm seeing the world''
He never said he was ill
Two years later
he returned stronger than ever
His wife had died in an accident
He's an old man now
He still talks about his travels
Doctors talk you into dying
-We must be getting back. -The drinks are on the house
I want that one
Fur? In summer?
I want a hat
Can I try some?
Of course. Any specifiic style?
This one, this one...
This one's very chic on you
Like it? That's a summer hat, at least
Everything suits me
Trying things on intoxicates me
Black becomes me
but I prefer the fiirst one
It suits you perfectly
This is the one
-Shall I wrap it? -I'll wear it now
No. Never wear new clothes... on a Tuesday
-But a hat... -Nothing new
Would you like it wrapped?
You're asking for trouble
Never even carry new things on Tuesdays
Please, deliver it to Cléo Victoire, 6 rue Huyghens
Are you Cléo Victoire? I love your voice so
I never thought I'd meet you...
Could you sign a photo for our shop?
Of course. Deliver it at once, won't you?
Not that one. The number's unlucky
-I like Citroëns! -It's the new I.D.
I.D. as in ''crazy idea''!
Tired?
I've no life in me
That's crazy. You think so because you're tired
Live with your parents?
Give us a smile. Snob!
I like songs. Do you?
Not this one
It's awful
The recording's awful. They should re-do it
Stop. Stop.
No, I meant, turn the music off
-It's me singing. -Is that you?
I love that song. You don't hear it often
What's wrong?
I'm nauseous
But the windows are open
-Doesn't the music help? -No
I like the radio
Like Radio Taxis - it gives people work
Tough job for a woman!
Sometimes dangerous too. But I like it
Aren't you afraid at night?
Afraid of what?
What's this?
The art students
They need their fun. We did the same, didn't we?
I was attacked last winter
I had my photo in the evening papers
Some youngsters wouldn't pay
It was a deserted spot, and pitch black
-But I ran after them -In the dark?
Then they set about me
I called for help over my radio
and two colleagues came immediately
-Weren't you scared to death? -I'm not the fearful type
What did they steal?
Nothing. They split
Good Lord!
I can't pass here. Can I put the radio on?
Of course, it's your car
...a new whisky shampoo for American women
Whisky revitalizes the hair
Here is the latest news
Today brought more rioting in Algeria
The latest casualty figures.:
Twenty dead and sixty wounded
ln Paris before a military tribunal
Commander Robin, a rebel in the Algiers uprising
was sentenced to 6 years in prison
The farmers'unrest has lasted a fortnight
Today they broke police barriers at Poitiers
2,000 reached the Town Hall. There were 300 tractors
Two demonstrators from Morlaix
will be tried tomorrow
They are held in Brest prison
Yesterday, 4,000 demonstrators in St. Nazaire
shouted ''Free the Bretons''
Did Mr. Khrushchev feel he'd put Mr. Kennedy
in the doghouse?
After the Vienna conference he sent a dog to the White House
Poushinka, one of the puppies of the famous space dog
We'll be home in time for the rehearsal
I'm exhausted
You'll be able to rest a bit
Three workmen in the Gennevilliers sewers were overcome
by escaping gas and swept away by the water
as a Metro employee tried to save them
Tourists.: the Fontainebleau museum
will be closed again tomorrow June 22nd
Edith Piaf got up today for the 1 st time since her last operation
Dr. Mercadier, her surgeon, said yesterday.:
''Edith is saved again. It's a miracle''
Ayoung Englishman, Robert Platen, crossed the Channel
in 6 hrs. 20 minutes on a brass bedstead, mounted on floats...
You know Rue Huyghens?
I know it
That's easy
You're smart and gutsy.
And what about women parachutists?
How crazy to jump off like that
Some people like it
-What a character! -It was shocking
I think she's got courage
I can't breathe
Do some exercise
It hurts
but it does me good
Now I'm stretched, I'll stretch out
That line kills me!
I say it every day. You're my best audience
I want a hot water bottle
The water's on already
Thanks
The heat does me good
Rest till they get here
You know...
-You see! -They're on time
Don't say you're ill. Men hate illness
How are my kittens?
I just dropped in to give you a kiss
I was nearby
I'm glad you did
-The hat! -Lunatics
We're superstitious
If you came more often, you'd know that
If the maid fusses, Madame will follow
I haven't time to. My composers are coming
I'm in a hurry too. I just came to kiss you
You're always in a hurry. You just pop in
The time's over, lover
I thought you loved me
It upsets me to see so little of you
My Cleopatra...
-Are you ill? -Yes
What's wrong today?
Why today?
Am I sick so often?
There's always something the matter with you
You're strong. Your beauty is your health
What if I really was ill?
You're imagining things
People's minds are crammed with cancer and heart trouble
My disease is phone calls and appointments
I've two before dinner
-I'll never do it. -Never do what?
Never kiss me?
-Do you miss me? -It's like missing a train
Too much kissing and one does
You don't kiss me enough
I don't mind. But you must take me one evening
I've a new dress for the Don Juan, première
-Like to see it? -Yes. No
I haven't the time. Neither have you
If only we could go on holiday...
The Dambrets are in Italy
I'll do my best to take you out on Friday
If all goes well
My pearl...
What was it?
They delivered the hat
-Well, Angèle... -Well, Madam...
I didn't worry him
Well done
He doesn't take me seriously
His appointments! I'd like to drop him
You'd be wrong. He loves you
Think so?
Not a bit
He loves me...
a little...
a lot...
What do you think?
He's a good lover
How do you know?
He's in love. He respects you... He spoils you
He knows everyone in Paris...
He's generous
You go well together. He's tall
I'd like to have told him...
About?
About my illness. Forgotten already?
Everyone forgets, except me
He should have felt something was wrong
He's an egoist
All men are
He tells you his troubles
What about yours?
I'm so kind to him
I'm always free when he wants me. I'm always well turned out
I'm too good to men
You're not hard enough on them
He doesn't even ask how I am
If I died, he wouldn't be upset. He'd be surprised
-What are you thinking about? -People die easily nowadays
Especially artists
Don't tempt fate
Look on the bright side
You're worrying unnecessarily. Shall I go to the doctor?
No. I have to phone him tonight for the results
If it was serious, he'd have put you to bed
Not necessarily
-When will you phone? -This evening
Here they are
This is Maurice. Very shy
-Is Cléo in? -On her bed
Is she ill?
-Is it serious? -She wants attention
Music will soothe her
-Do you have a white coat? -Behind you
And with your big raincoat
you can be the chemist
What are you looking for?
Don't know. Something...
Here's your syringe
Angèle, could you make some herb tea?
Clèo, like all women, likes a good joke
You're always up to some prank
The doctor's here
To cure the patient
Blood test?
Take it away or I'll faint
Up with the corpse
Is there something wrong with you?
Gorgeous, it's a mistake to be sick
and mistakes kill
He's so ugly
Ugliness is beauty. Beauty is ugliness
Shakespeare!
I wanted to hide my shame
What's this whim of yours?
The recording's next week. Why the hurry?
Things change. I'll do the new songs
-Then, I'm off... -Fancy honeymoon?
You get on my nerves
I want to rehearse now for the old numbers
and where are the new numbers?
I'm racking my brains with my pen
The author has spoken
I call him ''handy Pen''
It suits him
It's nice here. I'd never been before
-Drinks? -Angèle's an angel!
Handy Pen's dandy. Brandy
Who writes the rhymes?
-Me, offiicially! -Whisky
Strawberry juice with a straw
''Cleopatra's lost her voice''
Why must you get on my nerves?
I only want to help
-Go on, then... -There's Wayward Girl...
Doctor SONG will help and guide you...
He's a Christian physician...
-You're a bore! -The one with ''ack''
and ''in'' rhymes? Or ''Inconstant Girl''?
It's a nice one
There's a thousand women mixed up in me...
I know that one
I never tire of hearing it
I'm waiting for his new songs
''The Girl Who Lied''
I lied to you, dear
I knew who you were, Being incognito you gave mejoy
And your bank account turned me on
The lady's man was just paying
For me, the liar
I seduced you
She's not in
Call tomorrow
It's too diffiicult
It's out-dated. The fiirst tune's better. More...
-...typical. -I'll learn it, then
-What else? -''Playing''
-Playing what? -It's an ideal number for you
Easy as pie
He plays the cello beautifully. You play the piano well
But I play games with all the boys
And really give them hell
The black and white notes sing as you tinkle on the keys
But all the boys just shout forjoy
When I wiggle my hips
He strums a banjo joyfully. You're a genius on the flute
But all the males just stand and stare
If I start getting cute
That's a nice little song
I like the words
Not the music?
I like the music too
You used to appreciate my music
He's written words to the tune you liked
-That's nice. -Just learn the words
-It's ''Cry of Love'' -It needs more feeling than...
Stop it!
You always deride my talents
-What talents? -That's the limit
It's sour grapes
Cleopatra, I worship you
With all doors open wide
With the wind rushing through
I'm like an empty house
Without you
Like a deserted isle
Invaded by seas
My sands slip away
Without you
With beauty unseen
Exposed to cruel winter
My soul cannot dream
Without you
Gnawed away by despair
My body decays
In an open bier
Without you
If you wait too long
I'll have been laid to rest
Ashen, pale and alone
Without you
It's too much
I can't go on
It's horrible!
She's tired
You shouldn't use the word despair
A word's nothing
It's a lovely song
It'll revolutionize the song business
What's a song? How long can it last?
Another caprice
That's all you ever say!
You make me capricious! Soon, I'll just become a puppet!
Revolutions with macabre words!
You think I'll have a hit with that!
Like a successful funeral!
You're trying to exploit me! Get out!
No... I'm getting out
Angèle will give you drinks
Leave the songs, I'll choose later
But you can't read music...
You never taught me
You don't believe I've got talent
José liked my voice the fiirst time he heard it
Don't make me laugh
-You must hate me! -Self-pitying spoilt child
Everyone spoils me, no one loves me
What a performance
I'll wear black
It goes with your songs
''Cry of Love... Ashen, pale and alone''
There you are
If only I could pull my head off, too!
Shall I come?
I want to be alone
It's Tuesday, don't forget
Damn Tuesday! I'll do as I like
My unchanging doll's face... This ridiculous hat...
I can't see my own fears
I thought everyone looked at me. I only look at myself
It wears me out
This Algerian craziness...
You don't know where you stand
I can't hear a word, with this noise!
They're impossible to live with, what do you want?
Excuse me. A brandy
After all these years...
here I am back in this café
This poetic decadence is awful...
All these stories we simply can't understand
-Did you order a brandy? -Yes. Thanks
The painting's called ''Woman''
I see a bull. That proves Miro's Spanish
Picasso's owls look like women
What does that prove?
You think I've got all day to wait for you?
-We don't see her any more. -She returned to Africa
-Dorothée still around? -Yes. She poses marvelously
Cléo who comes here. She's so nice, so beautiful
I won't be a minute
You're done
-How are you? -It's been ages
I'm fine
Not bad, but it's a bit heavy
Get rid of that
Here's your dough
Let's take the back way
I've got Raoul's car
I'd never been inside before
They're so calm
-You don't mind posing? -No, why?
I'd feel so exposed, afraid people would find a fault
Nonsense
My body makes me happy, not proud
They're looking at more than just me...
A shape, an idea...
It's as if I wasn't there... it's like sleep
and I'm paid for it
-Where are you going? -For a walk
Alone? That's unlike you
Come with me
Raoul's loaned me the car
-Can you drive? -I've just learned
Fasten your seat belt and chew gum. It's safer
When you laugh, I think of the old days, our old hopes...
Me as a dancer, you as a singer, Bob as a pianist...
Only you've had success
I've only done 3 singles
I just put one on in a café
-No one listened. -A café isn't a concert hall
What unimaginative names they give to streets
Departure St., Arrival St.
Stick your arm out
Streets should have living people's names
Piaf St., Bardot Blvd., Aznavour Ave.
They could change the names when they die
I see. You want a square
It's too late
What's wrong?
-I'm ill. -Seen a doctor?
Yes. I think it's serious
-Incurable or something. -My God, how awful
-You're brave. -On the contrary
-How long have you known? -I'll know for sure this evening
Maybe it's nothing
It's serious, whatever it is
I heard them talking at the hospital
The patients there know a lot
Why go to the hospital?
It's where my specialist works
What is it?
My belly
-I'd rather it there... -Why?
At least you can't see it there
What did José say?
He doesn't know. I don't see much of him
Don't you talk to him in bed?
He seldom sleeps at my place
He's very busy
I thought he adored you
He does
Love's all you need to confide
I thought you were so close to him
And Angèle?
She's worried, but she doesn't believe it
I'm dumbfounded
I'm staggered
I must stop, though
I won't be a minute
Amuse yourself
Count the sailors' pompoms
Was I too long?
-Six pompoms. -Raoul wants his film
Step on it
I'm not used to top gear, yet
I just got my license
I travel in taxis
You're a spoiled child
I saw a man piercing his arm
It made me sick
What a day! I'm out of it
Help me
We don't have to carry it up. Just take it out and hide it
Does it hurt?
He can't hear a thing
My baby doll
It's been ages, Cléo
You're just in time for the short
-It's almost the end. -Don't bother
-Cléo's ill. -I hope it's not serious
Watch this. A laugh's good for any illness
Just for a moment then, because Cléo's not well
I'm all right
TOO LATE.!
TO MY BABY PUPPET.!
POOR YOUNG MAN...
HANDKERCHIEF?
MY GLASSES MADE EVERYTHING LOOK BLACK.!
DAMNED DARK SUNGLASSES.!
It's the intermission
Your film's downstairs
You two brought it?
-Papers and keys. -Keep it
No, it's too difficult at night
Thanks for the show
See you tonight
It's an omen of death
Don't be silly
It's like breaking a plate
I'm overcome with fear again
Come on. I'm so late
Tell me...
Let's take a cab. I'll drop you off
That's fine
What's happened?
Seems a man's been killed
I feel dreadful
Don't worry
The broken mirror was for the dead man
You said you didn't believe
I don't, but you do
I'm frightened by people's fears
Why's your hat in your hand?
-To annoy Angèle. -Why?
No special reason
It's not even a summer hat
All winter I wanted one like that
-You can have it. -No...
I do so want one
Montsouris Park is down there
Montsouris is like ''cheese''. The word makes you grin
There are lots of art studios here
Artists and students from the university
There's a waterfall
I'm almost there
It's just after the traffic lights
I'll get out here
Let me know...
Carefully, please
-And now? -Straight
Now?
-Into the park. -Can I?
It's open
It must be a through road
Anyway, it won't be the death penalty
-What's that? -The observatory
Of the thousand and one nights?
My precious and capricious body...
The azure of my daring eyes...
My alluring bait that lies in wait...
That will never deceive. The world that longs to taste
The flavor of my charms and smiles
Like the noise of water?
Yes
I find it quiet here
Yes, it is
The children are gone
-Gone? -It's full of them, most days
-And today...? -They're all at the other end
They've gone to see the workmen at the pond
There's plenty of running water here
But topical things are more fun
What's funny is that you should know
I'm curious
Why don't you go, then?
I'm more lazy than curious. I believe without seeing
Anyway, I prefer being here
Isn't it cool?
-It's not very hot. -I'm all right
It's the first day of summer
For me, summer is when I'm on holiday
Today it's official. You're Flora - Goddess of Summer
-What talk! -I like talking
Did you know that today's the longest day of the year?
The longest! How true
Today the sun leaves Gemini for Cancer...
Stop talking like that
I'm sorry
-Going? -Yes
I'm sorry my information bored you
What's the time?
About six or quarter past
-Waiting for someone? -No
-Me neither. -But all men wait for women...
Then, they speak to them... I don't usually reply. Today I forgot
My thoughts were elsewhere. You look so calm
I'm on leave
I'm half in uniform. I leave tonight
I had three weeks. I've done nothing, it's too short
I like talking to you
-Married? -No
Do I look as if I'm out on the prowl?
You seem to be waiting for something, rather than someone
An examination result
You're a student
No, medical examination
-Are you worried? -Yes
What are you afraid of?
Cancer. I'll know for sure this evening
It could be something else
A fortune teller confirmed it
-You believe in cards? -I'm afraid of everything...
birds, storms, lifts, needles...
and now, this great fear of death
In Algeria, you'd be scared all the time
How dreadful
They die for nothing. That's what upsets me
I'd rather die of love for a woman
Were you never in love?
Often, but never as deeply as I wanted
It was always the girl's fault
They just like to be loved
They're afraid to give themselves, to lose something
They love by halves
Their bodies are playthings, not their lives
So I'm stopping halfway, too
Excuse me for saying this
You're right
Have you been in love?
Like you said: I've always been afraid to give in...
But what was the use? I was saving myself for...
Aren't we dramatizing a bit?
I'm terribly sad
And now, this...
Well, we've both got troubles
Better?
What a pretty ring
A pearl with a frog...
You and me
When will you know?
I'm phoning the doctor at the hospital
Why not go directly to the hospital?
I'm afraid of facing him in person
I'll come with you
You can see me off at the station afterwards
-We'll go by taxi. -The bus is more fun
When my Grandma came to Paris...
she had to see the offices of her favorite magazine
It's near here
Thanks to ''Women's World''...
she knew everything
Where she lived, there was no cinema, no bookshop...
but she talked about books and films like we do
I hate reading reviews
I dislike knowing the story beforehand
Like mistaking a birthday. Brings bad luck
You're superstitious
But I can wish you a happy summer because today's the day
Maybe
It's Flora's day
My name's Florence
But I'm called Cléo, short for Cleopatra
Florence
It conjures thoughts of Italy, the Renaissance, Botticelli. A rose...
Cleopatra, Egypt, the Sphinx...
the asp... The tigress...
I prefer Florence. I prefer flora to fauna
-How you talk! -Bored?
-I'm enjoying it. -Just ''Cléo'' sounds funny
Like ''Cléo de Merode''...
A singer of the 1 900s
She wasn't only a singer
She was one of those who tempted our Grandpas
Your Grandma again
''Think of the future'', she used to say
''Beware of loose women when you come home at night''
Funny, knowing this area
For seven years I lived here as a student
I've never been here before. I came to drop off a friend
She poses nearby for a sculptor
It's a peculiar job
But I don't find it immodest
I do
To me, nudity is indiscreet
It's like night and illness
-Why say that? -That's how I feel
Our bus
Everyone should go naked, like the summer
What does that mean?
Nakedness is simplicity itself
Like love, birth and water
Like the sun, the beach and all that
Look...
It looks like Snow White's coffin
They kept my second son two months like that...
and all I could do was watch and wait
I saw one born once. He looked fine, kicking his legs...
although it was cold and snowing
Nudity moves me. Striptease is moving as well as sexy
You're often moved, then
Not often. Nudity is rare
-That subject's exhausted. -What next?
Mocking me? I'm getting off
But you're taking me to the hospital
And you're taking me to the station. Forgot?
On the platform, handkerchief in hand, like a soldier's bride...
They'll think you're someone else's...
but I'll have a photo as a token
Time to pay. Two, please
I'll look at it during the journey
Give me a photo
I'd like one
-Now? -Yes
Later, we'll forget
I'll be proud to have it
It's just to prove you accosted me
You're a photomaniac
You're a melomaniac. Not for music, but for melodrama!
Insincerely, too
If I ask you for a photo
and admit that I'll boast about it
you should just be pleased
Every great feeling is full of little vanities
Also the great spirit of silliness
Like the maxims of La Bruyère. I don't remember any
They are depressing truths
Place d'Italie, Florence
It's almost home for you
And these trees...
They're Paulownias
There are few in Paris, and lots in China and Japan
It's a rare tree, from Poland
You're always teaching something
It's my busy-body nature
You've always an answer
It's funny, I've always got questions
Today everything amazes me. The people's faces next to mine...
Where's the stop?
At the St. Marcel Metro
This neighborhood's full of hospitals
It's as if people recovered better around here
There's the ''Broca'', the ''Cochin''
the ''Baudelocque'', the ''Val de Grâce''
and of course the ''Santé''
Everything quietens down
Including me
I've forgotten exactly where it is
We must ask
The laboratory, please
What do you want?
Dr. Valino
-He's not here. -I saw him here
It's down to the right...?
No, other side. I doubt if he's still here
Is Dr. Valino still there?
-He's gone. -He said he'd be here
On the first day of summer, one can mistake the time of day
Stop joking, I'm ill
Don't get upset. I'm sorry
I'm going to find him
But he's gone...
He may come back. He said he'd be here
It's maddening. I've waited two days for this
Doesn't look like a hospital
It's like an old château, with gardens for giving parties
Your hand, Florence
This tree is a Cedar from the Lebanon
Evening makes one long to travel
-When's your train? -The boat's tomorrow. About eight
We've so little time
It's silly to look for the doctor
It doesn't matter, I can phone tonight
I'd like to know Lebanon and the Paulownias
Give me your address now, or we'll forget
Thanks Florence... thanks Cléo
It's a lovely garden
It smells sweet
It's well kept
Shall we stay a bit, or go?
I'm a little tired
Like to eat out of doors?
As you please
We've time...
I was wrong about Flora... Ceres was the goddess of summer
-And Flora? -She was the Goddess of spring
-Spring ended yesterday. -Today's Flora's summer
Were you afraid to come?
They told me you'd gone
I'm her brother. I'm leaving tonight
-That's why I wanted to see you. -Don't worry too much
We'll take great care of your sister
Two months of treatment should put things right
You can write to me if you like
Come and see me tomorrow at eleven to plan the rest
Why?
I hate to leave. I'd like to be with you
You are
My fear seems to have gone
I seem to be happy