"Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's."
Without you, today's emotions
would be the scurf of yesterday's. Excuse me?
Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's.
Ticket, please.
And...
How's work? You asked me already.
Yes, yes.
You okay these days? Pretty much.
I feel a change...
I had 2 heart attacks, and got an abortion,
'cause I was on crack while l was pregnant.
Other than that, l'm fine.
Good.
Is something wrong?
No, nothing.
Your gnome's gone.
Is he back in the toolshed?
Moscow.
No explanation.
Maybe he wanted to travel.
I don't get it.
LOST
BAG
PHOTOS
Any normal girl would call the number,
meet him, return the album and see if her dream is viable.
It's called a reality check.
The last thing Amélie wants.
I say!
Could she be falling in love?
And for you, ladies?
Some leek and two globe artichokes.
Where's your boss?
He's asleep in the cauliflowers.
What?!?
He's asleep in the cauliflowers.
You want me... Want what?
A scratchcard, please.
Here you are.
How does it work?
Tell you what.
Let's both do one together.
You scratch it here...
sideways.
Nothing. You?
Me neither.
Unlucky at cards...
So they say!
I have to get back.
Porno Video Palace.
Good morning, I'm calling about the ad.
- You're over 18? - Yes.
- Shaved? - Sorry?
Are you shaved? Fur pie doesn't sell.
How's life, Mrs. Wells?
When you've nothing to live for...
Come on, life's great! Dream on, kid.
Hello, Mr. Dufayel.
Hello, Lucien.
Here's your order, Mr. Dufayel.
I doubt it. I hate artichokes.
You shouldn't. Watch this.
Take it.
Surprise!
That's better.
Watch this...
Lucien, you're a wizard!
Courtesy of Mr. Collignon.
Who?
"Mister" Collignon? Lucien!!
Sorry, it slipped out.
Practice, Lucien!
Practice! Repeat after me.
Collignon, down the john.
Yes, that's it!
Your turn now. Collignon...
Collignon, big moron! Well, good!
See? You can do it. Come on, Collignon...
Collignon, dead and gone!
Very good! Collignon...
Collignon, big moron, down the john!
Collignon, big moron, down the john!!
No, no!
Lucien!! Collignon eats dirt!
Okay! That's enough for today.
That's enough for today.
Very good.
I found this under your mat.
Collignon, big moron...
Still no win!
Me neither.
May I? There's a little...
You're gorgeous
when you blush.
Like a wild flower.
It's my dyspepsia.
Morning, all!
Beautiful day!
Pack of Gitanes, please.
Bravo! Vive la France! You scalded me!
Ten out of ten! Bullseye!
It was Amélie, she...
When they went up Mont Blanc...
the silicon in her face froze up...
Mulled wine and spice cookies.
I was too hard on the girl with the glass.
Tell me about that boy she saw. Did they meet again?
They're into different things.
Luck is like the Tour de France.
You wait, and it flashes past you.
You have to catch it while you can.
Hi, can I help you?
Excuse me. I found this in the street. My God!
Nino will be glad! He was so sad the other day.
I almost prayed to St. Anthony!
Is... Nino here now?
On Wednesdays he works at the funfair.
How long has he had this collection?
Since I got him the job here, last year.
Before, he collected footprints.
He worked nights.
In the daytime, he took pictures of footprints in wet cement.
He's a funny guy.
When we met, he was a Santa Claus.
Other things, like...
Whenever he heard a funny laugh, he'd tape it.
Gosh! Must be hard for his girlfriend?
He never keeps them long.
Times are hard for dreamers.
Eva! Are those coffees coming?
Gotta go. Thanks for the album.
It's okay. I have time to take it to the funfair.
Suit yourself. The Ghost Train. Ask for Nino Quincompoix.
Good morning. Is Nino here?
He doesn't get in till 7:00.
- Is there no way to see him before? - Sure.
20 francs.
See you next Wednesday. OK.
5 P.M. tomorrow. Montmartre carousel. Bring 5 francs.
Want to know about her?
- You know her? - You bet!
She put us in her shirt pocket.
Next to her breast!
- Is she pretty?
- Not bad. - Not bad.
- Beautiful.
- No. Pretty. - Beautiful!
- Pretty.
- What does she want from me? - She's broke.
She wants a reward for the album.
Or else she collects photos, too.
She wants to trade us for a one-eyed man with glasses!
No, you dope!
She's in love. - I don't even know her.
- You do.
Since when?
Since always.
In your dreams.
Hello? Yes. Sir!
You! Man with the plastic bag! It's for you.
Me? Yes.
Thanks.
Hello?
Follow the blue arrows, M. Quincampoix.
What?
The fool looks at a finger that points at the sky...
Hello?
I know the stranger in the pictures.
He's a ghost. He's invisible!
He only appears when the film is developed.
When a girl has her photo taken,
he goes "Wooo!" in her ear.
While he softly caresses her neck.
That's how he got caught, Mr. Quincompoix!
Who are you?
Page 51.
DO YOU
WANT
TO MEET ME?
Listen to this: "Boy of 6,
"while parents sleep, drives off
"in a pedal car."
"Found on a highway in Germany.
"he told the police he wanted to see the stars."
Ain't life beautiful, though?
Love. The only bug she hadn't caught.
- Nobody's immune.
- It gives me a break.
Love's a great beautician.
What's she like? Tall, small? Fair, dark?
Let's say... average height.
Not a dwarf or a giraffe. Normal.
Pretty, for her type.
As for fair or dark, it's hard to say.
She wasn't a redhead. Unless...
Forget it.
I remember she casually asked about your girlfriend.
And?
I said you weren't interested, right?
You didn't!
What do you care? You don't even know her.
- Exactly. It's the mystery. - You won't find mystery here.
A pound of nectarines, please.
These ones here are the prettiest.
Trust him. He's an artist!
He goes home with a ton of unsold stock.
What for? Is he stewing a pig?
No sir! He's studying art!
Sells leeks all day long and paints turnips all night!
The boy's a useless vegetable!
With a prompter
in each cellar window whispering comebacks
shy people would have the last laugh.
At least you'll never be a vegetable! Even artichokes
have hearts!
You'll never be a vegetable. Even artichokes have hearts!
Memory 7...
Darling Mado, I miss you more and more each day.
I'm in exile in a world of dreary khaki. I can't sleep, can't eat...
This camp was the mistake of my life.
depriving me of my beloved for five long weeks.
I think of you endlessly. Your Adrien.
I turned down my last month's wages instead of giving notice.
I dream of better times ahead.
An orange-colored day. Remember, my love?
Your everloving Adrien. loved you so much."
Good news, sweetheart. Soon I'll be able to afford a car
and drive home every night.
Till then, meet me on Friday and we'll go out.
MOTHER
Psychiatric Helpline.
WHERE & WHEN?
One hour later... on Boulevard St. Martin,
Amélie walks into a party goods and costume shop.
At the same time, a man leaves his home on Rue Lecourbe.
26 minutes later, Amélie is at East Station.
Simultaneously, the man in red shoes parks outside.
The time is exactly 11:40.
At this precise moment,
only Amélie has the key to the riddle of the mystery man.
How's it going, Mrs. Wells?
Not so bad when it's not raining.
- This is for you. - Me?
Dear Mrs. Wells,
We recently recovered a mailbag
that was lost in a plane crash on October 12th, 1969 on Mont Blanc.
We are forwarding the enclosed letter to your address
with our apologies for the uncustomary delay.
Jacques Grasjeau, Customer Services.
Darling Mado, I'm in exile.
I can't sleep, can't eat... I think of you endlessly.
I know I've made the mistake of my life.
I turned down that woman's money.
If all goes well, I'll soon be able to afford a house.
I dream of better times ahead
when you'll forgive me and join me here,
one orange-colored day. Your everloving Adrien.
Another package for you.
You heard about the concierge?
She got a letter.
From her husband. 40 years late!
That's a lot, isn't it?
I'm not big on still life, Mr. Dufayel.
Then work on your lean layer.
Fat over lean. Always!
Mr. Dufayel? Yes!
I heard there'll soon be a new star.
You're into stars now?
I saw it on TV at my ma's, that's why.
I dunno if it's true.
In America,
they'll take rich people's ashes,
put them in a satellite, and shoot it into space.
It's going to shine forever.
And Lady Di... Will they do the same for her?
Lady Di. Lady Di!
Give it a rest! I can't concentrate!
Lady Di!
Renoir!
Morning, sir.
Cambodia...
I don't understand.
Brilliant! You were perfect.
Did it work? It's getting there.
Ask me again anytime. The harm's done.
- Harm?
- Everybody calls me Snow White!
The Two Windmills...
from 4 P.M.
Eva? Yes?
Could you stand in for me at 4?
Again?
What's eating him?
- I smile too much.
- He'd rather you frowned? With other men, yes.
Nino is late. Amélie can only see two explanations.
1: He didn't get the photo.
2: Before he could assemble it,
a gang of bank robbers took him hostage.
The cops gave chase.
They got away,
but he caused a crash.
When he came to, he'd lost his memory.
An ex-con picked him up,
mistook him for a fugitive, and shipped him to Istanbul.
There, he met some Afghan raiders
who took him to steal some Russian warheads.
But their truck hit a mine in Tajikstan.
He survived, took to the hills,
and became a Mujaheddin.
Amélie refuses to get upset for a guy
who'll eat borsch all his life in a hat like a tea cozy.
- What can I get you? - Coffee, please.
One coffee!
Here's your coffee.
Today's menu
He's understood.
He's going to put down his spoon,
dip his finger in the sugar...
turn around slowly
and speak to me.
Excuse me!
Is this you?
Yes, it's you.
Let me clear the table for you.
- More coffee?
- No thanks.
So it's this man here, with his hand up?
Is she in love with him?
I think it's time she took a real risk.
She might. She's devising a stratagem...
She's fond of stratagems.
Yes.
In fact, she's cowardly.
That's why I can't capture her look.
Dufayel's attempts to meddle are intolerable!
If Amélie chooses
to live in a dream
and remain an introverted young woman,
she has an absolute right to mess up her life!
"Because...
"..making a mess of your life is an indefeasible right!"
What are you doing?
Tell me, Lucien.
For deliveries, do you keep keys to all the apartments?
Good morning, sir. One of your booths is out of order.
Er...It seems to be jammed.
East Station ticket hall.
Buy a video, get one free? No, thanks.
Sam!
Samantha!
Can you stand in for me at...
"Can you..."
"Can you take over for me this afternoon?"
Photo booth, East Station,
Tuesday 5 PM.
Almost done.
The mystery man wasn't a ghost or a man scared of aging,
but simply the repairman,
a normal technician doing his work.
Excuse me...
He keeps spying on me! It's making me sick.
4:05: Blatant female conspiracy.
Gosh, you're tense!
Good luck. You'll need it.
Excuse me.
Did you put this in my pocket? - Yes, but it's not from me.
- I know. Where is she?
She's at her father's.
It bothers me... Can I talk to you? I get off at six.
- Can you come back? - Okay.
See you then.
4:08: Docking scheduled.
A blond guy in a camel coat.
Absent-minded, too. How come?
He came back 3 times the same day.
1:12...
Camel coat. 2:50...
Camel coat.
4:17... Camel Coat. - Stop it!
My rash has come back! Look, Suzanne!
My rash is back. He's driving me nuts!
Lay off!
Her conscience is at fault.
I've had it! I'm going home.
Psychos are the last straw!
Georgette!
Stop smothering them! Women need air.
A woman needs space to breathe.
You give them air, they blow you off.
Fresh air's healthy.
Cram it, failure!
Failed writer, failed life...
I love the word "fail".
Failure is human destiny. It's gasbag time!
Failure teaches us that life is but a draft,
a long rehearsal for a show that will never play.
I bet he stole that!
I do have some original ideas,
but people always steal them.
Same as your women.
Meaning?
You'd better get used to it.
Speak for yourself, you...
Yes, what, eh?!? Stop it!
- What's going on? - Nothing much.
Georgette went out, Joseph got mad.
"Went out"?
Like Gina. You know who Gina's with?
The guy with the plastic bag!
I saw their little game.
The note in the coat pocket.
4:08... back he comes, and hey presto!
Out they go.
I'm worried for Amélie because I like you.
What do you mean?
By and large, the men I like are mentally unsound.
- I'd like to know more about you. - Ask me.
One swallow doesn't make?
A swallow? A summer.
Practice makes... Perfect.
- Curiosity... - Killed the cat.
- Haste... - Makes waste.
- A rolling stone... - Gathers no moss.
- It's a sin... - To steal a pin.
- Absence makes... - The heart grow fonder.
- Not bad. - You collect them?
At home, we say a man who knows proverbs can't be all bad.
Pretty girl from the 5th floor, listen to this!
- You believe in miracles?
- Not today.
You're in for a surprise.
What if I told you that a team of climbers
on Mont Blanc had found hard proof that
my husband loved me?
Lucien, I need some yeast.
For Miss Amélie? Yes.
She's baking her famous plum cake? Collignon, go fetch.
Amélie? Amélie?
Go into the bedroom, Miss Poulain.
So, little Amélie,
your bones aren't made of glass.
You can take life's knocks.
If you let this chance go by,
eventually, your heart will become
as dry and brittle as my skeleton.
So...
Go get him, for Pete's sake!
I...
Hey!
" Without you, today's emotions would be the scurf of yesterday's."
International airport.
September 28th, 1997. It is exactly 11 A.M.
At the funfair,
the marshmallow twister's twisting,
while in Villette Park, Félix Lerbier
learns there are more links in his brain
than atoms in the universe.
At the Sacré Coeur, the Cardinals are practicing their backhands.
The temperature is 24 degrees C.
Humidity, 70%.
Atmospheric pressure, 999 millibars.
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