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 <i>music...</i> 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 fight. 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 difficult 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 <i>Don't rush a way, pretty butterfly</i> <i>Ugliness is a kind of death...</i> <i>As long as I'm beautiful, I'm alive</i> 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 lf it <i>is</i>, I'll kill myself I might as well be dead already <i>Such a drama queen. She could be happy</i> <i>but needs to be looked after. She's a child</i> 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>I'll</i> 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 specific style? This one, this one... This one's very chic on you Like it? That's a summer hat, at least <i>Everything suits me</i> <i>Trying things on intoxicates me</i> Black becomes me but I prefer the first 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 l.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 recordings 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 <i>...a new whisky shampoo for American women</i> <i>Whisky revitalizes the hair</i> <i>Here is the latest news</i> <i>Today brought more rioting in Algeria</i> <i>The latest casualty figures:</i> <i>Twenty dead and sixty wounded</i> <i>In Paris before a military tribunal</i> <i>Commander Robin, a rebel in the Algiers uprising</i> <i>was sentenced to 6 years in prison</i> <i>The farmers' unrest has lasted a fortnight</i> <i>Today they broke police barriers at Poitiers</i> <i>2,000 reached the Town Hall. There were 300 tractors</i> <i>Two demonstrators from Morlaix</i> <i>will be tried tomorrow</i> <i>They are held in Brest prison</i> <i>Yesterday, 4,000 demonstrators in St. Nazaire</i> <i>shouted "Free the Bretons"</i> <i>Did Mr. Khrushchev feel he'd put Mr. Kennedy</i> <i>in the doghouse?</i> <i>After the Vienna conference he sent a dog to the White House</i> <i>Poushinka, one of the puppies of the famous space dog</i> We'll be home in time for the rehearsal I'm exhausted You'll be able to rest a bit <i>Three workmen in the Gennevilliers sewers were overcome</i> <i>by escaping gas and swept away by the water</i> <i>as a Metro employee tried to save them</i> <i>Tourists: the Fontainebleau museum</i> <i>will be closed again tomorrow June 22nd</i> <i>Edith Piaf got up today for the 1st time since her last operation</i> <i>Dr. Mercadier, her surgeon, said yesterday:</i> <i>"Edith is saved again. It's a miracle"</i> <i>A young Englishman, Robert Platen, crossed the Channel</i> <i>in 6 hrs. 20 minutes on a brass bedstead, mounted on floats...</i> 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>I'll</i> 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 <i>You know...</i> - 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>- I'll</i> 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, premiere - 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>I'll</i> do my best to take you out on Friday If all goes well <i>My Pearl...</i> 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 <i>He</i> loves <i>me...</i> a little... a <i>lot...</i> 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 <i>him...</i> 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 lf l 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 -ls 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? Cléo, like all women, likes a good joke You're always up to some prank <i>The doctor? here</i> <i>To cure the patient</i> Blood test? Take it away or <i>I'll</i> faint Up with the corpse ls 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 recordings next week. Why the hurry? Things change. <i>I'll</i> 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, officially! - Whisky Strawberry juice with a straw <i>"Cleopatra '5 lost her voice"</i> Why must you get on my nerves? I only want to help <i>- Go on, then... - There's Wayward Girl...</i> <i>Doctor SONG will help and guide you...</i> <i>He's a Christian physician...</i> - You're a bore! - The one with “ack“ and “in“ rhymes? Or “inconstant Girl“? It's a nice one <i>There's a thousand women mixed up in me...</i> I know that one I never tire of hearing it I'm waiting for his new songs “The Girl Who Lied“ <i>I lied to you, dear</i> <i>I knew who you were, Being incognito you gave me joy</i> <i>And your bank account turned me on</i> <i>The lady's man was just paying</i> <i>For me, the liar</i> <i>I seduced you</i> She's not in Call tomorrow It's too difficult It's out-dated. The first tune's better. More... ...typical. <i>- I'll</i> learn it, then - What else? -“Playing“ - Playing what? - It's an ideal number for you Easy as pie <i>He plays the cello beautifully. You play the piano well</i> <i>But I play games with all the boys</i> <i>And really give them hell</i> <i>The black and white notes sing as you tinkle on the keys</i> <i>But all the boys just shout for joy</i> <i>When I wiggle my hips</i> <i>He strums a banjo joyfully. You're a genius on the flute</i> <i>But all the males just stand and stare</i> <i>If I start getting cute</i> 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 <i>"Cry of love"</i> - 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 <i>With all doors open wide</i> <i>With the wind rushing through</i> <i>I'm like an empty house</i> <i>Without you</i> <i>Without you</i> <i>Like a deserted isle</i> <i>invaded by seas</i> <i>My sands slip away</i> <i>Without you</i> <i>Without you</i> <i>With beauty unseen</i> <i>Exposed to cruel winter</i> <i>My soul cannot dream</i> <i>Without you</i> <i>Without you</i> <i>Gnawed away by despair</i> <i>My body decays</i> <i>In an open bier</i> <i>Without you</i> <i>If you wait too long</i> <i>I'll have been laid to rest</i> <i>Ashen, pale and alone</i> <i>Without you</i> <i>Without you</i> 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 <i>It'll</i> 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>I'll</i> just become a puppet! Revolutions with macabre words! You think <i>I'll</i> 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>I'll</i> 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 first 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>I'll</i> wear black It goes with your songs “Cry of Love... Ashen, pale and alone“ There you are lf 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>I'll</i> do as I like <i>My unchanging doll's face... This ridiculous hat...</i> <i>I can't see my own fears</i> <i>I thought everyone looked at me. I only look at myself</i> <i>It wears me out</i> 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 Cleo 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? -l'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 laughs good for any illness just for a moment then, because Cléo's not well I'm all right <i>TOO LATE!</i> <i>TO MY BABY PUPPET!</i> <i>POOR YOUNG MAN...</i> <i>HANDKERCHIEF?</i> <i>MY GLASSES MADE EVERYTHING LOOK BLACK!</i> <i>DAMNED DARK SUNGLASSES!</i> 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 lt'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? <i>My precious and capricious body...</i> <i>The azure of my daring eyes...</i> <i>My alluring bait that lies in wait...</i> <i>That will never deceive. The world that longs to taste</i> <i>The flavor of my charms and smiles</i> 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 l 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 1900s She wasn't only a singer <i>She was one of those who tempted our Grandpas</i> 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 l do To me, nudity is indiscreet It's like night and illness - Why say that? - That's howl 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'ltalie, 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 ls 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