"The bright neon lights are Pigalle's sunlit nights
"To the pigeons of that pretty boulevard...
"Like garlands of fire To whet night owls' desire
"for the brass bands' oompah-pah-pah.
"Round the fountain's cascade The girls ply their trade
"Te quiero" "Liebling", "Good-bye "
"Sometimes it's in French From a cream-scented wench
"To latch on to a real hot guy.
"In the first light of dawn When the neons still burn...
"Still burn on that pretty street.
"The sunshine of morn falls on those tired and worn
"from the struggle to make ends meet
That black strip of light "Awaits yet one more night
"For Montmartre's mirrors to shine.
"The bright neon lights are Pigalle's sunlit nights
"To the pigeons of that pretty boulevard.
"At 15 they start to fret
"About the girl who's their pet.
"The girls who still cry 'Te quiero", "good bye "
"Don't know Jojo is there like a dove.
"On the roof neon-burning His heart all a-churning
"Consigned to flames of love.
"But Lady Luck knows his need
"He comes from good seed...
"He was born to bloom well
"In Pigalle.
-Hi, Jenny. -A ham sandwich. - Yes.
- How much? - 1.75.
You hooligan!
Gangster!
Dirty red-neck!
On Sunday...you’ll see!
I’ll light a candle at church that’ll fix you for good!
Goddammed frigging shit!
They’ll never cook!
And to think my father was a coal merchant!
I’ll have to wait. I gotta eat!
- 'Evening Jenny. - 'Evening.
Is the new show going to keep going?
Should do.
-'Night. -'Night.
Yippee!
What's going on?
So it's you, Jojo! What are you doing with this bit of junk?
How are things?
You wouldn't have something to eat?
Sorry Jojo, Haven't got a thing!
I eat at the soup kitchen.
Poor guy!
It stinks. The bugger's getting away!
So?
Why don't you ever drop in?
Mind your own business!
What’s all that noise?
He slipped over.
Poor little boy!
I might be poor but I'm not little!
Fair enough!
You forgot your bathroom!
How about a smile?
-Thanks very much. -Don't mention it!
-Peeping Tom!
She prances around in the nude at the 'Folies'!
Can't her neighbours get a sample?
Know anyone who might have a job for me?
What about the printer?
He was just looking after me for my father.
- And....? - I buggered off.
I can't hire you right now.
Phooey!
But next month I’ll have a new sponcer!
Here... Mr Osères... he's on the Left Bank.
Tell him I sent you. He's got several businesses.
He'll help you.
Thanks.
There's not enough for two.
I didn't ask.
-Hi. -Hi!
'Evening, Jo! 'Evening.
- It's cabbage. -You don't say...
It's not for him!
Gaston...
He only need to get a job.
Or go back to his father's...
You can stick your cabbage you know where!
-Jojo... -You can too!
It's Joe the Terror!
That's not my name.
And the others?
You're just a wee girlie.
And you're a big man?
Buona sera!
Hi!
I was just passing... If I'm interrupting, I’ll run...
How about some pasta?
You'd really like some of my fettuccini, eh?
Duh!
what a question...
No thanks. I've just had some sauerkraut
with a knuckle of ham!...
You’ll have a little slice of my tart?
Just a bit...
Just to make you happy.
Si.
-There you are! -Thanks.
Behave yourself!
What are you on about?
How long since you saw your dad?
-What? -Your father.
My father?
-He loves you very much. And you give him a lot of grief.
You go back and live with him!
If he gets rid of his floozy. It's her or me!
You have to understand that a widower can't live alone.
You get off to bed.
Are we going to the movies? You promised.
He's "troppo fatigato"!
He's been all day at work at the hairdresser's...
-You promised! -Off to bed I said!
Yes or no.
Behave yourself!
Still on the feeding-bottle and thinks she's Lollobrigida!
Lollobrigida!
Hi!
There you are!
It's my boy. You might come more often.
I come as I please. You alone?
She never comes down before noon.
I don't wanna see your whore.
Don't be rude.
If I got my hands on her she'd get what for!
Shut up.
You take her side?
Not at all.
You're the shit stirrer. But you know I'm on your side.
Drop of red?
No. A juice.
You're looking a bit thin.
Better for my health.
And you?
What?
How's it going?
Except for my stomach nothing to complain about.
Your heartburn?
The doctor said...
it's the white wine.
But that's the only thing that relieves the pain!
Haven't you eaten?
Not this morning.
Yesterday I was stuffed!
Sauerkraut like that! And real wop spaghetti, no kidding!
That stuff sticks to your sides!
I eat and eat... Don't really know why.
I'm not hungry.
He eats and he doesn't know why.
The youth of today...
What business is of yours, you loser?
Loser?
He's just a kid Mr Dicky...
You know Mr Dicky... he's a champ.
We know about him in Pigalle!
Arnavon wiped the floor with him.
Arnavon, "The Bastion of Montpellier".
Whenever this one's drunk he tells the story and cries!
Me cry?
Don't get upset. Have a drink.
Gimme a drop more.
Arnavon was a bastard.
He caught you off guard.
It was a trick. Renardeau said to me: "Avoid it."
That was his manager.
I know.
I'm off. You should be drinking milk for your stomach.
In the second round, Arnavon gets on top of me.
So I keep my distance.
You're breaking my heart.
I never got a chance to get my revenge.
Never.
I never got back in the ring.
Nights... I dream about it!
I keep Arnavon off with my.
Right...left...right!
He got you 'cause you were hopeless.
You're right. Where are your digs?
Up there.
From the roof you can see the whole of Paris.
Sail we go up?
In my room? What the hell for?
You don't mean that!
Listen my lad, the last guy who called me a faggot
...is missing a couple of teeth!
We ‘IL go up. You can even see the Suresnes hills.
Joe the Terror!
Knock it off or I’ll wallop you one!
Let me go! You're hurting me...you big booby!
She's angry. She your chick?
No way... she's just a kid!
I can think of a worse way to spend Sunday...
You're disgusting!
She's still at school.
She's learning English.
My chick's no kid. She's a dancer.
-Jenny Dorr, artiste...
..cho-ré-gra-phi-que.
Handy living opposite.
It's a bit cloudy. Dunno if we’ll see Suresnes.
I don't give a damn about Suresnes.
I'm gonna to take a nap!
You got a cheek... Get off!
Lemme alone!
-A bed's private. You gotta sleep in your own.
Ain't got none.
I ain't slept in a real sack in six months!
Ah... if you only knew...
OK...grab your chance I got things to do in town.
When I get back, you're out.
Sure, Toto.
Mr Rosenthal sent me.
Which one?
Julius Rosenthal.
Don't know. You a student?
I got my certificate and I've worked in a print shop.
I don't care. You got a mug that’ll sell.
- A rag? -A review to help youth.
It sells very well, you’ll see.
Sit down.
You're your next customer sitting on a terrace, and I'm you.
Keep your stuff out of sight.
Otherwise the waiter will be breathing down your neck.
when you're near the customer you smile like this.
Sir...do you have any prejudice against youth?
And the guy'll say no.
-If he says he has one already? -He hasn't.
You bring out your package and you go with the sales pitch.
Would you like to buy a review in support of youth?
If he says he has some?
-What? -Prejudices.
They never say that!
You're giving me the shits. If you aren't interested, piss off!
What do you sell them for?
3 francs, one is for you. You pay me the first 100.
After that you're on a roll.
I get it. It's a trick to catch guys like me.
You want my foot up your arse?
You're too fat.
Gimme a handful.
If I sell them, I’ll pay you and I’ll get some more.
Peanuts!
Gimme 20!
No!
- 10 then! -No!
You old fart!
You bastard...you snake!
I’ll bring you the dough back in an hour!
Stop him!
I’ll call the police.
The police? You must be crazy!
Madam, are you prejudiced against youth?
Of course not.
Oh my God!
You poor young thing! Is it possible?
My God, is it possible?
Excuse me sir, are you prejudiced against youth?
-You speak "fransozich"?
Youth. Saint-Germain-des-Prés. Cellars!
My mother says, "If you don't like my grub, go to a restaurant."
I swear. She's being saying it for 20 years!
-Whatta you know! -What?
It's Jojo!
Jojo?
Hi.
Is it real sparkling wine?
We don't sell fake!
Hullo again!
Hullo.
Want to meet after dinner?
I'm busy tonight.
2.70 francs.
'Bye.
He's nice. You fancy him?
He's a kid!
Aren't there enough boys around here?
Good heavens! It's you Jojo!
Drinks are on me!
You win the lottery?
Found a terrific job... selling these.
- "Youth"... that's nice. Make money?
-I get by.
-All this is for you? -Whadda you think?
This evening I'll be waiting for her at the exit and I'll tell her everything.
-Everything? -Everything!
I'll invite her in for a drink.
She says OK and I take her into my room.
Who you talking about?
- Jenny!... Jenny Dorr, "Artiste Chorégraphique".
That girl? You disappoint me!
You wear powder?
I use a foundation cream, then powder.
It's soft. Feel!
You playing the fool or are you for real?
Come and have a drink.
Thanks sweetie...
...But tonight I'm seeing Mr Polo.
He's my friend. He bought 6 paintings.
He's a sculptor.
You could pose for him.
I'm into journalism.
Continuous strip-tease!
Genuine strip-tease in an all-new show!
Continuous strip-tease! In an all-new show!
What time does Jenny Dorr get out?
After we close.
What time do you close?
Two o'clock in the morning.
Thanks.
Don't fuck with me, girlie!
I'm not even looking at you!
You're not looking at me? Why not?
Knock it off. She hasn't done anything.
I don't like being looked at!
Get home to bed!
Why's she staring at me?
'Cause you're beautiful! Off to sleep!
What is it?
-A review to help young people!
What is it? Porn?
I've got two left. Take one each.
Who's got time to read?
You got a nice face. 'ave a drink.
No thanks.
Waiter! Two cognacs. with beer chasers!
Three cognacs!
No more youth... youth's dead!
Montmartre's not like it used to be.
What do you mean?
We used to be treated like kings.
Now, you want a girl... you gotta pay.
I don't pay.
She thinks we're Americans.
"Youth", that doesn't pay.
When the magazine comes out I'll tell him.
-What'll you tell him? -Everything!
Youth is beautiful...
"Youth", that's a funny name.
That's not my name. My name's George.
Like the King of England!
Not any more...it's a queen.
When there's a king, he's called George.
The English are mean bastards.
Napoleon's a turd!
What'd you say about Napoleon?
That's Corsican!
I'm a Breton. If Napoleon hadn't been a little angel...
..the English would've been wiped out!
Is that you Jenny?
Looks like the stairs might be moving...
-I'll give you a hand. -Don't need anyone.
Alright then...
You OK?
OK.
-First time you got drunk? -Yup!
Get some sleep, and when you wake up, eat some calf's head.
Good night... What's he up to?
Not getting any better?
Try and get up...
I'll open your door.
Yup!
Not going well...!
Come on.
If you can't take it, don't drink so much.
Here, swallow this.
What is it?
Barley wine.
Strong eh?
Sure is...
...made me feel sick!
Want some more.
So?
That make it better?
Fantastic!
What are you thinking?
Nothing. Just feeling good!
It's like when I was a kid.
Don't you have parents anymore?
No, I'm all alone.
It's a rotten world.
-And you? -What?
You're not scared having me in your room?
Scared of what?
Scared of me.
You're terrifying.
I slapped my father's woman in the face.
She told him that I wanted...
I can't tell you.
I would have killed her!
Sometimes I just spoil everything!
I feel bad...
It's too hot in here.
Young man! Time to go and sleep in your own place.
-Thank you. -Don't mention it.
-See you again? -Sure thing.
You're nuts!
You there?
-Don't you recognize me? -Dicky
You look funny dressed up like that!
I knocked before I came in. I'm taking you to the funfair.
You let me have a kip,...
... it's Sunday, I'm buy you a hot-dog.
You're all dressed up! Had a big win?
I got a job pumping gas in a petrol station.
All those cigarette lighters...
Come on!
Jenny Dorr, "Artiste Chorégraphique"
That one's a knockout. You still on with her?
Things are cool right now. I had to give her a slap.
-Where does she dance? -Folies Bergère.
-She make good dough? -Yep.
She good for a loan?
Whadda you take me for? Do I smell a rat?
G'day!
He might've introduced us. He hasn't any manners.
Come on, I'm starved!
-I'm Dicky. -I'm Jenny Dorr.
Jenny Dorr? Gosh!
-You know me? -For sure.
How cool this is!
Come on, I've had enough of this!
Take it easy. I'll fix you up...
Don't mind him... he's hot-blooded!
You want a punch?
Tough guy...eh?
You mad, Jenny?
If this is a comedy sketch I don't get it.
You're lookin' posh... You back in the ring?
No, not yet. Soon.
I've seen all your fights... including the Arnavon one.
That one wasn't funny, as I recall.
Leave it alone!
Arnavon's in America... should be making a bomb!
I don't give a shit.
The fight was on the level.
I was there and I saw it.
On the level?
When Collardo tells me to wait 'til he's out of breath, that's on the level?
He makes you go along with it!
When he tried to smother me in the second round?
Was that on the level?
That explains it.
I'm off.
And the rematch I've never been able to get?
Is that on the level?
I'd turn that piece of meat...
into mince-meat!
-That you, Lucienne? -Yes.
It's me!
Big joke! What do you want?
George not here?
He dumped me, he's not in his room...
Why would he be here?
He's your boyfriend isn't he?
Did he tell you that?
I'm not a cradle-snatcher!
I have to get dressed. I'm waiting for a girlfriend.
-No dancing? -I've got a day off.
I want to go to the funfair!
-You like the funfair? -Mad about it!
Reminds me of my youth.
Your youth...? that's a laugh!
I mean like when I was 15!
When I was thought the most beautiful because I had a pair of tits.
Men...!
All stinkers!
They're not all bastards!
There're some nice guys out there.
I think I read that in "Hearts are Trumps".
Say... your girlfriend doesn't seem to be coming.
The two of us could go there.
With you?
After all...
I can't see you thinking you'll get me with smooth talking.
Right!
Just pals.
Idiot! It had to be you!
You're ticklish.
That was dangerous.
You're the Texas queen!
Amazing!
Your girlfriend?
Jacqueline...George.
My pleasure.
-You gonna buy us an ice-cream? -I'm loaded!
Who wants a glove?
-The serviceman there...whadda you weigh? -82 kilo!
That's a good sized carcass!
You'll have "Lefty". Here's the glove.
Here's the star of Olympic Sports!
Louis Arnavon!
I mean THE Louis Arnavon, former champion of France!
That's right...of France!
My God... Arnavon!
Who wants Arnavon, the middleweight?
He's won prestigious victories.
...against Oscar, Valentin, and so on.
Arnavon!
Do you know him?
He's the bastard who beat me with a trick.
To get my back... The swine!
Who'll take the challenge? A special bonus...
...for who'll fight Arnavon!
A glove! There's a volunteer!
Now we're ready... we can start.
Roll up! Roll up!
Challengers this way... tickets this way!
I go this way.
You still know how to box?
Roll up!
Come on in for the last morning session!
There are still a few seats left!
You can applaud the exciting Barabara...
...in a special number.
Mado, seductive Mado!
Hurry for Margaux.
You're getting quicker at undressing!
For the modest sum of 200 francs, 2 new francs,...
..you'll see the whole show.
Through the turnstile please.
Let's go in... it's a scream.
What...pay to see those old hags!
I could do a striptease... these are real...feel!
Me too!
Where'll we go now?
What's up with you? Where'll we go now?
The maze...it's great.
Come on!
Ladies and gents, hurry along!
Have your money ready. 200 francs, I said!
200 francs! The price of a drink.
Go, Dicky!
Don't be stupid. What's with you?
What's happening?
They gonna kiss?
I'm gonna smash you.
Come on then, motherfucker!
It's not 3 minutes! This is cheating!
You were great. They shortened the round on purpose!
It won't help him... I'll flatten him!
What's this all about?
He's after my guts. It's an old story.
He got my liver.
If you kept off the booze...
I'll just get my breath back and I'll let him have it.
Are those little girls on holiday?
Get going!
The boxers have a right to a minute's rest!
I follow the rules of the Boxing Federation!
It's been a hour!
-Come on. They'll tear the place down. -OK.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5..
..6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5..
..6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Out!
Arnavon, winner by a magnificent KO!
Applaud the courage of the volunteer.
Give the volunteer a clap!
Take my gloves off.
You should've known to be more wary.
Hurry up...quick!
Quiet please!
And now the heavyweight fight!
Between Homer and...
You're crazy!
-'Night. -'Night.
-Say... -What?
-Did you like Jacqueline? -She's just a kid like you.
A kid?
Want to take me out on your terrace?
It's me, George, your neighbour.
What's up? Are you still sick?
No!
I came to say sorry.
I won a bottle of champagne.
Thanks, I'm not thirsty.
Too bad.
Good night!
You think it's here you'll make what you have to?
I'm tired, I'll just rest for 5 minutes.
You want to rest, then scram!
Will you buy a review to help youth?
Those young people just have to work.
What a generation! France is going to the dogs!
Will you buy a review to help youth?
What's that?
Rude bugger.
Dirty hypocrite! You're disgusting!
Bastard! Piece of dirt!
Bastard!
Listen kiddo, you're right out of your league!
You're upset...eh?
I never believed your bullshit!
Women don't take up with brats.
Jojo...are you crazy? Put it down...this is going too far.
Sleaze-bag! Dirty rotten boxer!
You aren't so hot now!
Jojo...you and I are pals. Don't make me get very angry...
Angry? You poor thing!
You filthy little brat!
I prefer the Wepler. I don't like romantic movies.
Why?
Boring! They just talk and nothing happens!
It's just froth.
-Don't you believe in love? -Could say...
-Hi Marietta. -Hi Mr Castagnier.
-Have you seen my boy? -Jojo?
Nobody's seen him. He's disappeared.
About time!
-My laundry powder? -They were out of it.
No laundry powder in any shop?
I wasn't asking you to do much!
Where did you go?
-I went where I liked. Don't be such a drag!
Whatta you mean drag!
Tell me where you were.
With my lover!
Your lover?
Come here my silly goat!
It only seems like six months since I stopped breast-feeding you...
My treasure...
What? Did I hurt you?
I gave you a slap because I love you.
I don't want anything bad to happen to my little chicken.
-It's not about the slap. -What is it?
I don't know. I'm bored.
That doesn't matter. You'll get over it.
Where were you.
At the movies with a boy.
-What boy? -You don't know him. Roger.
-Is he in love with you? -Of course.
-And you? -Oh my!
I'd rather you went out with Jojo.
He goes on like he's Napoleon, but he's a good kid.
I haven't seen him for a long time. Have you seen him?
-No. -Blow. He's not sick?
-Go and see. -OK.
Wait.
Whadda you want?
What's wrong with your hand? A rash?
You're the rash.
This is for you.
I don't need anything. I buy my own grub.
-What's that -A punching-ball.
What's it for?
For training.
You want to be a boxer?
As if... that's a job for morons.
There's one whose face I'm gonna smash in.
What'd he do to you?
That's my business.
It'll be worth the wait. He'll see!
After training, I go out on the roof.
Come on. We'll eat up there.
Gosh!
Pretty cool, eh?
Hey!
Come closer...don't be afraid.
Look through the hole.
-How about it? -Wow...
You gotta come back one night when the whole of Paris is lit up.
I could live here all the time.
In a tent, with a garden, and Paris all around me.
Roof gardens...
-You can't live in the clouds. -Why not.
Men are bastards. Up here, at least you don't see them.
Why're you so disagreeable?
You seem ready to bite somebody.
I can't stand the bastards.
That doesn't include you. I even like you!
Me too, but not when you give me a hard time...
I don't give you a hard time. I am what I am.
When I say I like you, don't take it too seriously...
It's just that... you're a real nice kid!
You're a different sort to Jenny, for example!
Who?
Jenny Dorr, the dancer.
-What's she got to do with anything? -Nothing. Don't worry about it.
She's...
-Oh, she's an old woman! -Old woman?
She isn't 28!
-Your left, Pierrot!
Your left! Keep your guard!
Carry on!
Whadda you think about him?
-Got no legs. -That'll come, he's still young.
-When'll you make up your mind? -Tomorrow.
You say that every time.
I say what I want.
Of course... Cheers!
You been training?
Yep.
Don't I get a kiss?
You smell of mustard. Wait...
You seem tired.
Work...training
...then you...it's a lot for one man!
That's so true...
After tonight, you stop work.
Stop working?
Make a choice: are you going to be a bowser boy all your life.
... or become the champ!
What'll I live on?
I'm getting star billing. I won't make a huge amount...
... but enough for us to live on.
I'm no pimp!
You look more like a school teacher!
When you can you can buy me a mink.
And if I don't get anywhere? If I'm a dead loss?
In a year you'll be the headlines in France Soir.
Think so?
-We'll celebrate. Go and get us some bubbly.
You're right.
I was lucky to meet you.
Thanks to 'Joe the Terror'.
That's true!
You two gotta make up!
Go and ask him to have a drink with us.
No way!
Go on... he's just a poor little kid!
That you, Marietta?
And then there were none!
Well now...you training?
Great!
Fuck off! There's nothing for you here.
I came with an invitation.
You can shove it!
Does smoke bother you?
You're the one who bugs me.
Keep your cool, my boy.
Despite your training I'm stronger than you.
Bravo, you're getting there.
I'll get my revenge... I'll flatten you!
You make me laugh.
All this because Jenny preferred a real man to a kid.
Jenny...? you can keep her! She's an old woman!
She's rotten meat!
-Say that again! -Rotten meat!
-And her pimp is a loser! -You bastard!
Calls itself a boxer and it's good for nothing. Loser!
-Shut up! -Loser!
Loser!
Loser! Loser!
You little brat.
Now you're scared.
Shut it!
Loser! Loser!
Loser! -Shut up!
-Loser! Loser! Loser!
-Shut up or I'll kill you!
You hear? I'm gonna kill you!
Loser. -Shut up!
-LOSER!!!
Where'd you buy these olives?
The Italian deli.
And you're Italian...
I'm on the roof with an Italian girl...
Is Italy cool?
Don't know. Never been there.
You're really not Italian, you're a Pigalle girl.
Pigalle's cool.
I wouldn't want to live anywhere else.
When they gonna turn the lights on? It's getting late.
There...
-Oh! It's great!
It's like...
A balloon to travel to the moon.
Have you ever wanted to go to the moon?
To do what?
To see it.
The moon...you're crazy!
You're chicken. Girls are scared of everything.
Come and see.
Here we're at the centre of everything.
How come?
We're at the centre of Pigalle.
Pigalle is at the centre of Montmartre...
All around Montmartre is Paris!
There you're already getting country bumpkins.
Then there's France,...
...and further on, all those screw-ups that aren't French.
Like me.
You're stupid.
You like it here?
Yes!
You're beautiful, you know.
You think so?
Oh yes!
You're exquisite.
I'm what?
You're exquisite.
That's funny...usually... you don't say those sort of words.
I'm getting into journalism.
Say...
What?
-Have you ever kissed? -Ten times. You?
What a question! Have I ever kissed?!!!
But you kissing...that's disgusting.
Was it on the lips?
Yes, once.
Who was the guy?
Just a guy... a friend of Jacqueline.
Have you seen the bastard again?
No...I didn't know him.
And you let him kiss you?
It just sort of happened. It didn't mean anything.
You didn't slap his face?
Why should I?
Because!
And if it was me, if I'd kissed you, what would you've said?
You?
You...that's not the same.
Suppose I kissed you now.
Suppose.
Nothing to say?
Nothing to say...
It's...
It's cool, you know..
Your mother'll be worrying. You gotta go.
I gotta sell my rags. I'm broke.
And next Sunday we'll go to the movies.
Yes!
And have ice-cream afterwards.
Give it to me?
Why?
As a souvenir.
You're cool you know.
I'm looking forward to it!
Me too!
You're in a rush.
My guy's waiting for me.
Is he still training? Yes.
You think it's working?
His training.
Why?
Nothing.
You still sick?
No, I was waiting to talk to you.
You weren't very nice to Dicky the other evening...
Him?
You didn't need to be so violent.
He's a boxer.
No need to be jealous.
That's just what I wanted to see you about.
So there's no misunderstanding.
I'll smash his face in.
You better start eating plenty of red meat.
Don't worry... he's gonna get a walloping!
But i wanted to tell you...
When he comes in pieces
...it won't be because of you,..
It won't?
No.
I'll smash his face in 'cause he's a phoney chicken-shit.
It's not jealousy.
I have had a bit of a crush on you...
that's to be expected...
You're pretty hot.
Thanks very much!
But it wouldn't work... we're different generations.
Now you're Mr Nice Guy!
Did I bother you? Didn't mean to.
I don't hold it against you.
There's a chance!
I'm happy though...
You're happy?
I'm in love.
A girl who's very much into hair!
It's good to talk to someone about it.
It's crazy it should be you!
You don't hold it against me?
Why would I?
Take advantage of her fast, you fool!
Why "fool"?. You were young once...
That's it!
What's up?
You hurt yourself?
It's OK.
Training go well today?
Making progress?
Well...I didn't go.
And you didn't go yesterday.
How do you know?
Get the hell out.
What's got into you?
Get out!
What's it all about?
I'm thirty years old. I don't need to be paying for a man.
I can get a man whenever I want.
Ones who pay. And pay up big.
It stinks in here since you arrived!
Stinks of sweat, wine and tobacco.
-Cheers. -Dicky!
Dicky! Don't leave, Dicky...
pretend I said nothing.
Don't go!
Do you have anything against youth?
Not particularly.
Would you like to buy a small review.
-How much? -Three francs.
The writers are great!
How old are you?
-Ah?. -Don't I look it?
Not really. You got papers?
What papers?
If you don't want one, too bad.
Police. Do you have a peddler's permit?
I sell some papers. that's not a crime!
Has to be done by the rules. Do you live with your parents?
With my father...he's remarried.
We'll go down the station and check all this out.
Don't try and run!
I haven't done anything!
It's not something bad or serious!
What's it about?
I can't sell my rags.
I got no papers.
I got away but now I'm right out of cash.
Gotta find another job.
You come just at the right time, Jojo.
Listen...
-You know Mr Polo? -No.
I've told you about him. He's a sculptor!
What a talent...! Golden hands...you'll see!
We both work with the same subjects.
He sculpts and I paint.
We want to do a young Narcissus.
We need a model...you're ideal!
You're paid by the hour. That's the rule.
You'll do my phiz?
Your head...your whole body...
In the nude? Of course... it's Narcissus!
Peanuts!
-What do you mean? -Less than peanuts!
You're full of prejudice.
Going in the nude is disgusting!
Foreigners would be coming to see my backside at the museum!
I'm not going.
Listen...
I won't change my mind. No is no.
Should you change your mind here's Mr Polo's card.
Such a nice man...
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Hi, is that thing happening soon?
Next month. The sponsor's promised me.
Next month?
If you like, we could go out one night together.
Go to the movies...take a cab...
I don't go out at night.
How about Sunday afternoon?
I've promised somebody else.
Who, George? He's not worth it.
Here he is...Jojo the Terror.
See you sweetie!
-What's he want with you? -He's always pestering me.
-He's a bastard. -Really?
He doesn't know what's coming!
I was wondering who I could hear talking.
-How are things Jo? -Fantastic.
Something smells good!
Come and "mangiare" something with us.
No thanks. I've got what I need.
See you tomorrow.
Ciao!
He's taking me to the movies tomorrow. It's Sunday tomorrow!
Everyone's asleep.
They've done the funfair, now they're all asleep.
They've done their dough...
...by the bucketful! The bastards...
I gotta find me a thou'.
What's up? Are we on fire?
Mr Polo did say to you he just wanted my face?
-You'll do it? -All right.
At the proper model rate?
Of course.
Get dressed. We gotta go.
I have to tell Mr Polo first. Tomorrow, if you want.
That'll be too late.
This afternoon maybe.
Gotta finish by 4. I've got a date.
Not enough time for a bust of Narcissus.
This is Jojo's first time posing.
When he comes to appreciate art he'll get it all off.
No way! I'm not doing it, I said.
This is ridiculous! It's hot...open the window.
He'll catch cold.
You've moved, you naughty boy!
He's all wet!
Oh, such pretty sweat, so shiny and delicate...!
Just like a dew.
You're tickling me!
We don't want your head to be dropping down.
You know who Narcissus is?
I'm not Narcissus, I'm George!
-Jojo, you're sitting on the river bank...
...and you see your own reflection in the water.
"What a handsome young man! That's me!"
-Happy now? -No.
Mama!
Chè?
I'm bored.
That's easy... you can do the dishes.
Let him sleep.
He's tired...
Why? Is it tiring being a hairdresser?
The poor thing has to stand all day...
...and chatter all day with women whose heads are full of nonsense.
Tell me Mama...
Were you in love when you got married?
Why else would I have married him?
He was so handsome. He's still not bad.
What time is it?
Three o'clock.
It's not 4 yet is it?
It's no more than 3.30
That's enough. I'm off.
What a shame... I was just getting the shoulder right.
Same time tomorrow? Alright Polo?
Later. We'll start at 3.
Who pays?... you or him?
Him.
Cash please.
I pay you after 6 sessions.
-That's the way it works. -What?!
I need my dough now!
If we paid our modes straight away...
...they'd never come back!
Forget the tricks... I want my money!
Give him something in advance, Polo.
No! He has to learn the proper way.
Jojo, my boy...
"Jojo your boy?" If he's yours, you fix him up!
-This is getting very annoying! -You're a pig!
You two are like a pair of smelly old slippers!
You're not paying so I'm not posing.
I'll rub it out!
-Jojo, wait... what are you doing...
Jojo! You hooligan! Nice friend you have!
Bastards!
This is it! I got the deal!
I was expecting it the other day,
...but I didn't dare mention it.
That's it? So much the better.
At first it'll be hard. Lack of funds.
But I've got my foot in the door! Not much, but it's a start.
I start from here. Zero. Clients : zero.
In one month : 100. In a year : 2000!
And so on like a rocket!
Can you do me a favour?
Of course George. It's a promise.
In the next few days.
No right now. I need a thou'.
So I can pay for a movie and ice-cream.
Who with?
Marietta, the little wop.
So now it's Marietta?
You can't be serious!
Be like me... throw yourself into your work.
Can you lend me or not?
I would, but I've rented a vehicle so I can move.
-What sort of vehicle? -A handcart.
OK then... I'll try somewhere else.
-Jojo...it's me!
Jojo...aren't you there?
He just went out.
We had a rendezvous!
He had to go on an errand.
-Oh...
I'm not going to wait for him all afternoon!
It's me...you can open.
She gone? She had her nose out of joint.
Listen...
Girls have to be broken in! I'm not running after her.
Haven't you been to see the doctor?
Yes, I've been to see the doctor.
What'd he tell you?
He said to me: "You've got to get your spirits up
.."you need distraction, get out and have a laugh..."
-Hi. -Ah, Joe the Terror.
How's it going? How's your father?
He's fine. He's taking a trip.
Oh yeah?
Until he gets back could you lend me a thou'?
A thou? Out of your mind! Where would I get hold of a thousand?
If I had it, I wouldn't be sitting here.
It doesn't matter. Thanks all the same.
-'Bye Mr Arthur. -'Bye.
Hey...Terror!
I'll buy you a crust. You're probably famished.
No way I'm eating with you.
I'm a nice guy, but I don't ask twice.
Shove your invitation.
Are you coming in? You're letting the draught in.
Is there a draught up your trousers?
Coming in?
Eating with you'd give me indigestion.
Still the same filthy little brat.
Not like you. You're all bullshit.
You dress up like some champ.
But you live off a girl. Loser!
One of these days I'll smash your pretty face in!
You can't any more. You're too fat.
Listen, I'll make you an offer.
I'll forget the past on one condition.
Oh yeah?
Lend me a thou' and I'll pay you back Thursday.
And I won't beat you up.
Thousand francs? C'mon!
So...
You kiss my ring. You're so keen to eat?
I don't give a fuck about eating... if it was the last place on earth...
You think like your mouth.
My mouth's had to live on air. It remembers.
You want some dough?
There you are.
Pick it up.
Loser!
Two new fives? There they are.
Go on, fuck you... pick 'em up!
Loser. Loser.
Miserable bum. You want dough? There you are...
Whadda you waiting for?
Is your corset too tight?
Help yourself old fella. The gent's lost his marbles!
Filthy brat, I hope you die.
It doesn't often rain like this!
He must be nuts, is he?
He's a fat slob.
You open for me?
You're here. Looks like it.
We just got back. We're closed Sundays...
...had a bit of a walk.
So, how's things?
It's nice for this time of year.
Do you want you sit down?
I haven't got time.
I'm only here because I need some dough.
Dough? What dough? Some dough!
I've never asked before, but now I need it.
Are you a father or a wimp?
That's not hard.
It's easy to need money!
But it's not so easy to earn money!
I won't be giving you money every day!
Understand?
This is the first and last time.
If you give any money to this hooligan, I'm leaving now.
You won't see me again.
-What? -You heard me.
After all... he's my son!
I've warned you. Do as you wish.
God almighty!
So I still can't!
Maybe he's hungry!
He didn't give it to me... I pinched it!
Thanks all the same!
He robbed us! Filthy hooligan!
Go to the police station right away!
Move! If he came and stabbed you, you'd say thank you.
Are you a man or a mouse?
Wanna go to the movies?
It's too late.
It's continuous.
That doesn't make any difference.
What you wanna do then?
I don't feel like anything.
What's up with you?
Nothing...I'm bored.
I know what you need.
That feel better?
Who do you think you are?
What, Jojo?
Forget that kid!
Bastards!
The bastards!
Bastards!
They're all bastards! I'll get back at them!
It's Jojo!
-What is it? -There's a madman on the roof!
Jojo!
What's going on?
-Jojo! You wild bugger! Aren't you finished?
You're totally mad! That's worth a fortune!
-Jojo, stop! What's got into you?
Don't come close or I'll smash you face in!
You all give me the shits! All of you.
There's nothing but bastards everywhere!
If you come any closer I'll jump!
Listen, Jojo...
George!
George, are you a man or what?
Stop or I let go.
Don't be childish.
She's a bitch!
Why?
She's a bitch!
They're all bitches! Bitches!
No George...they're girls.
I'm sick of them!
You at least have been decent. I won't forget you.
Let me go!
George! My little George...
It's me...your father.
Go away!
I came to find you. I've thrown her out!
I threw her out with a couple of slaps to boot!
I threw her out!
She won't come back. It's over.
Two slaps!
The bright neon lights are Pigalle's sunlit nights
To the pigeons of that pretty boulevard...
Like garlands of fire To whet night owls' desire
for the brass bands' oompah-pah-pah.
Round the fountain's cascade The girls ply their trade
'Te quiero" "Liebling", "Good-bye "
Sometimes it's in French From a cream-scented wench
To latch on to a real hot guy.
In the first light of dawn
When the neons of Pigalle go on burning
On the boulevard
Subtitles: FatPlank [RLB] for KG