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spying on

the other side's spies.

Counterespionage,

is that the idea?

Here you are, the file

on the Red Guard spot.

Lucille, when you finish,

bring me file number 72-90.

Lucille!

-What was that number?

-72-9-0.

I asked you for the file

on Igor Stravinsky.

There you are. You got

to get upstairs right away.

That file on Israel

is in a complete mess.

What? It took me three days

to prepare.

I'm sorry. It wasn't enough.

Who is it for?

This is ridiculous.

Put this one

where it belongs now.

Surely you don't expect it

till tomorrow.

By the way, I almost forgot

to tell you the bad news.

We're working until midnight.

That's just delightful.

Antoine?

Antoine, I'm sorry, but

I've got to stay late at work.

I hate to leave you alone.

It's mean of them not

to have told us before now.

I couldn't give you

a fair warning.

-My pictures.

-Right away.

-When?

-Tomorrow.

Supposing you went down?

Maybe Etienne

would make you a sandwich.

Uh-huh. We don't see each other.

It's so sad.

I don't have any more time

for you.

No. It's sweet of you, but if

you're tired, don't wait for me.

Antoine, I love you.

Hey, you know, they're delighted

with your work here.

-Really?

-I heard them say so.

You ought to accept

Laurent's luncheon invitation.

He's rather nice and not stupid.

And he loves women.

I have no intention

of having lunch with him.

You'd better watch it.

Your navel's showing.

Boy, she's all right,

this Lucille.

They should commit that one.

Well, I think I'll get a bite.

Shall I come with you?

Would you rather be alone?

-Sure you don't mind?

-Oh, no, I'll be OK.

I'll go find Sirer.

He's nice to go out with.

He makes conversation.

He's not bad.

Sounds enchanting.

Don't be catty, dear.

He's my lover.

Oh, pardon me.

Lucien.

Same thing, please.

What's this?

Aren't you eating today?

-No, I don't feel like it.

-It's the weather, huh?

-What's wrong with the weather?

-It's lousy.

Young lady, do you think Lucille

might be good enough...

to present herself

in my office?

Lucille? Lucille?

What are you doing back here?

I've called you ten times.

You're wanted upstairs.

-Huh?

-I said you're wanted upstairs.

Oh, I'm not going.

Why not?

Because of this.

Here, look at this.

Oh.

-Don't be foolish.

-You're the ones who are fools.

Look, angel, if Antoine

would phone me later...

will you say that

I've just gone out on business?

Where are you going?

-On vacation.

-But where?

To Paris.

Oh, boy, I've had it.

Hey, watch it, watch it.

Listen, Etienne. I discovered

the truth with a capital "T."

-No fooling?

-Listen to me.

-Hold it.

-I'm in no hurry.

all right, let's hear it.

"Respectability,

that's what did it.

"I found out a long time ago

that it's idleness...

"which breeds all our virtues

that are most bearable--

"contemplation, equitableness...

"laziness,

letting other people alone.

"Plus good digestion,

mental and physical--

"the intelligence

to concentrate our attention...

"on the pleasures of the flesh--

"eating and evacuating...

"and fornicating

and sitting in the sun"...

"than which

nothing is better...

"nothing to match...

"nothing else

in all this world...

"but to live

for the short time...

"which you are alone

on this earth...

"to breathe, to be alive,

and to know it."

William Faulkner, my friends.

There you are.

I've made my decision.

I'd leave you to make of it

what you will.

Good-bye. Good-bye.

I'll meditate on what you said.

How was your day, Lucille?

Let's hear.

Magnificent. There were a lot

of problems that came along...

which are well on their way

to be solved.

I'm going to start by compiling

background stories...

then feature writing,

and pretty soon doing articles.

Great.

The boss offered

to give me a raise.

And what's more,

I feel that I'm headed for...

a most unique position--

the most unique ever.

Have you been celebrating again?

-Of course I have.

-You see? I was right.

And I'm proud of you.

I don't want you

to be proud of me.

I want you to love me.

That's all.

You understand?

I want you to love me.

Just love, that's all.

See you later, darling.

Next stop, please.

-Good afternoon, madame.

-Good afternoon.

Won't you sit down?

I want to sell this necklace.

Really?

It's one of yours.

I would like you to make

a copy of it, too.

Mm-hmm. That's easily done.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I think I recognize it.

If my memory serves me,

it was a special order...

for Mister...

Mr. Charles Blassans-Lignieres.

I don't have much time...

but I don't need

much money for it, either.

Very well, madame.

We'll certainly do our best.

If you'll excuse me

a moment...

I think it can be done.

-Of course.

-Just a minute.

You'll notice the workmanship

is excellent.

Well, it's the sapphire there.

I don't know

if I like the sapphire...

-with the--

-turquoise--

...with the turquoise

on the side there.

We can change it for you.

Excuse me just a second.

Would you mind

if I offered you that?

Or that?

Really. I'm serious, miss.

I think you've got the wrong...

No?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

Then I wonder

if you might at least...

like to have lunch with me

somewhere.

You know,

there must be some mistake.

-I don't understand.

-You see...

I don't know anyone in Paris,

and I'm lonely--

lonely and bored.

-Are you American?

-Yes.

What are you looking at?

At that column.

And if you really want to know,

I've climbed to the top...

with the only man

I'll ever love.

There will never be

another man for me.

Light?

How does one go up to the top?

You call the porter

of your hotel...

but I'm warning you,

the stairs can be murderous.

Ah, of course.

I guess I'll go to

my solitary lunch without you.

Yes, you will.

Before I go, may I ask you

what's your first name?

Lucille. And yours?

-Peter.

-Peter.

Good-bye.

It's been a pleasure, Peter.

Thank you, Lucille.

They gave me a raise.

-And we're celebrating?

-Yes.

Well...

-Run, run, run, run, run!

-Go! Come on!

-Faster!

-Run! Go on, faster!

Run for it!

That's it! Go!

Go on, run!

Damn it! Aw.

It's a fix.

all right.

That's enough.

I get the picture.

She's not here. How long

has it been since she left?

Excuse me.

I've got a phone call to make.

You've been at it

for half an hour.

-You can forget it.

-But I'm not finished.

She could be at the bar,

or I don't know where.

-Just tell me.

-all right. She quit.

-What do you mean, quit?

-She walked out three weeks ago.

-You're crazy.

-Please let me go!

They haven't seen you

for three weeks.

You haven't been paid a cent.

Another tie.

Where do you get the money?

And those records?

And everything else, huh?

And where did you have lunch?

You're screaming.

Do you suspect me

of streetwalking?

Don't be ridiculous.

I don't know what you did.

I only know you've been

lying to me for three weeks.

That I know.

Is it Charles?

-Charles?

-Yes, Charles.

Your sweaters,

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