..platform C.
..platform B.
..platform C.
..platform B.
GROCERIES, WINES
Save a seat for me.
Stay there!
Get in!
Is this my seat?
BEACH - HOTEL - GOLF - STATION
Back then, my dear lady, I was a captain in the cavalry...
This is awful!
Take this away.
Monsieur...?
Sorry?
- May I? - Hulot.
H-U-L-O-T.
Your tobacco.
Hey!
Scram!
- Good night, monsieur. - Monsieur, madame.
Telephone! New York!
- What's going on? That's not ours. - It’s my son's. Where can he be?
Denis!
I only have a sleeve left to do on mine.
I haven't even finished the front!
Hey, come here, little one.
- Did you touch the winch? - No.
Catch, Jean.
A boat... and another one... two, three, four.
It’s magnificent.
Papa, look at Monsieur Hulot.
Ice creams! Choc-ices! Candied fruit!
ICE CREAM
I'm so sorry, please forgive me.
North of our positions the situation was grave.
A decision was called for.
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That's Monsieur Ménard, the proprietor.
- May I? - By all means.
You did it on purpose.
I never touched the winch!
Here she is.
Sit down.
What is there for lunch?
- Weren't you there this morning? - No, we were shrimping.
You missed a fine boat launch.
Some people are worse than children.
- Do you think it was a holiday-maker? - Without doubt, madame.
- White wine, five lots of two! - Leg of lamb!
- It’s there. - And then an escalope.
- It’s a go. Bring me the other four. - OK, my fault.
- A beer. - OK, got that.
- One Badoit. - One steak, rare and some bread.
- OK. - Moules marinière!
And now for the latest prices from the stock exchange...
Madame Paillaud, please join the group, don't be shy.
You look just fine.
Come on. It will be a lovely souvenir for you.
It will only take a moment.
I have an idea. Let's swap hats, the two of us.
That will look funny.
Keep still now!
Monsieur Schmutz, telephone.
My documents.
London? Schmutz speaking. Have you sold?
My file.
I'm so happy to have arrived.
Do you know that man? A real gentleman.
What a journey! Half an hour's wait,
no restaurant car, people treading on your feet
and an unbearable heat...
..all those people at the station, I thought I'd die of thirst.
Not a drop of mineral water in sight.
Mad rushes to catch connections! It was so hot.
You have no idea.
This is unbelievable. What's happened to my cases?
Thank you so much.
Out for a stroll?
And you, behind, watch out! I nearly hit the lady.
What a business. Don't you give signals?
Don't you ever give signals? You chump!
Hurry up, Denise, everyone's waiting. Come on.
..complete confidence of the delegates,
hopes to restore calm
by closing the door on all the misguided claims of an institution
which only wishes for an improvement in conditions for the peoples it represents.
This is RTF Paris.
Good night, ladies and gentlemen.
We shall be on the air again at 6:30 tomorrow morning.
Join us! Join us!
Ah, the Major. Always very soldierly.
Martine, come and see this blue sky.
Look. Wonderful, isn't it?
What a delightful scene, don't you think?
How I love the sea.
The rocks, the pretty white sails... It’s all so beautiful.
Is that Saint-Nazaire over there?
Far along the coast.
Over there?
I find seaside holidays so restful.
If it wasn't for the wind, of course. It’s impossible to keep one's hair in place.
The cohesion of bourgeoisism falls apart completely.
As for progressivism... yes, but prudently.
A categorical collectivism...
I was in the same sector that English army, Tommies.
At that time I was an officer, you know, in the Ardennes, a very dangerous sector.
You remember?
I receive orders from the General.
I led a difficult mission.
I don't know if you recall the Ardennes in wartime.
But, trust me, it wasn't like strolling down the Champs-Elysées.
May I leave the table?
At my place I've got some sensational Billie Holiday recordings.
- I prefer the Duke. - Or Fats Waller.
- OK. King size? - Or would you prefer one of these?
Wait for me!
Get in!
We'll catch them up.
- Let us help. - Get in.
Sit down.
Monsieur Schmutz, telephone!
New York!
No, this way!
At the hotel.
Get the latest news.
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Here you go.
That's it.
Don't you greet Madame Dubreil?
There's no way to play with him.
It’s impossible, it's not tennis!
Backhand, forehand...
Goodness me.
Hello, Marie-France.
What is it?
Do you think it's funny?
There you are.
Well played.
It’s your turn.
This is ridiculous.
Play, then.
Whose turn is it?
Hearts.
Bertrand exposes the protestors against bourgeois decadence.
The housewife...
is in agreement, but socio-politically conscientious.
Do excuse him, monsieur.
You're very kind. Thank you.
..while it appears to contradict my argument...
Good night, monsieur.
What's going on? Calm down, everyone!
Major, please...
A seashell!
Another one!
It’s pretty.
Here, take this one, it's splendid.
Did you remember the swimsuit?
- Monsieur Schmutz. - Hold this for me.
Oh, come on, let's go.
Come in.
Take a seat.
- Aren't you afraid? - Oh, no.
I advise you to be careful. Be very careful.
Get your jumper straight.
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I saw it all!
MASKED BALL
Don't stop listening.
ln a few moments, an address by Monsieur Durrieux, Minister of State.
And now, Monsieur Durrieux.
Fellow citizens, this is a grave moment.
I am speaking to you on behalf of the government
as it seeks to bear its responsibilities to the electorate...
even to those unfamiliar with parliamentary affairs.
What is the issue?
I challenge our carping critics
to produce new solutions...
..which relates to the haemorrhaging of funds,
are higher than our exports by several hundred billion.
We will inevitably have to make savings in order that...
Financial difficulties become tragic
when we turn to issues of armament.
Because the changes for the infantryman
during the last three worldwide wars
show that war...
Madame Verdaz and Madame Paillaud...
in Monsieur Bresson's car.
Oh, but Monsieur Verdaz is going to be jealous.
Madame Giraud...
in Monsieur Reynald's car!
Mum, I'm coming.
But, Major, whose car are we in? Nobody has shown us our seats.
Let's see... Hulot.
Where is he? Hulot!
Wait, I've seen him pass by.
He's here. Come here. Here.
- What is going on, Major? - I am sorry,
but my plan was drawn up a long time ago.
You must wait for Hulot's car.
But he isn't here.
This lady's giving you her seat. How nice.
Attention! Let's go.
No, I must stay to answer the telephone.
The renascent Lettrism will know which way to go!
No more formulas, but dynamism.
The legislature must give way to doctrinal inspiration.
In one word, capitalism talks too much and eclecticism will win out.
We can't get into that car, our dresses will be ruined.
Direction...
north!
Let's be methodical.
No. Tinned food, this way.
Ah, some dessert. Put it there.
Look at this view.
This little village, the church -
it's really "pretty as a picture" as you say in English.
Oh, I hadn't noticed that over there...
What's happening?
Did you see that?
I went up and down again.
At last we're moving! Good, I'm feeling hungry.
Yes, I can hear you.
No, not seven. Sixteen loads.
Thank you. I'll be delighted to see you in Paris.
For you, mademoiselle.
It will be a pleasure.
Such a delightful stay.
Awful journey. You can't imagine how hot it was in that plane.
Do telephone me as soon as you arrive.
Ah, the Major! Hello, Major.
Let me kiss you.
- Goodbye, have a safe journey back. - Thank you.
- You will keep in touch? - Certainly!
- Goodbye, monsieur. - Goodbye.
And if you come near Sèvres, come to see us.
- You have my address? - Yes, we do.
Goodbye.
Come on, hurry up, here it comes.
Goodbye. It was a pleasure to meet you.
Here's my address.
Goodbye.