In The French Style Page #4

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Oh, come on. Bring him along.

15 minutes with the kids, he'll never want

to go back to Chicago. The address is...

I know the address.

If my father's not too tired.

All right. Well, I'll be looking for you.

Seven o'clock till dawn, right?

Come on, Clio. There's a table opening up.

Well, goodbye. It's nice to have met you.

Goodbye. CHRISTINA: Bye.

WALTER:
Bye.

Pretty girl.

Mm-hmm.

Bright looking fellow.

Mm-hmm.

One of yours?

Once upon a time.

Want to hear about it?

No.

(CHUCKLES)

She reminds me of someone.

Who?

My ex-wife.

Must have been hard giving her up.

It wasn't easy.

People like me, wandering around all over

the world all the time,

shouldn't get married.

Never works.

Wives have a tendency to

take to drink, or other men,

if you leave them alone for two

or three months at a time.

Which did your wife do?

Both.

Were you happy to get rid of her?

No.

Could you have held her?

I think so, if I'd pleaded a little.

But you didn't plead?

No.

I don't believe in pleading

for anything. Do you?

No. I didn't think so.

You're a gentleman.

Is that a good thing to be?

The only thing.

French songs are sad, aren't they?

They're going away songs.

Are you saying that I ought to leave now?

Go ahead, newspaperman.

The doom of France awaits you.

Mustn't disappoint your readers.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to sit here

and listen to the piano

playing going away, going away.

I'm going to be nice to Greeks.

Night.

Happy Tripoli.

Have a couple of doomful

whiskies on a departed friend.

(DRUMS PLAYING)

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

Down by the riverside

I met my little bright-eyed doll

Down by the riverside

Way down by the riverside

Okay?

All right, that's fine. Now just

stay just like that. That's fine.

Oh, come on, Jane, put up the gun.

That's right. All right.

Nicole, a little to the left.

Fine! Now hold it.

Bill.

Chris, hello!

Oh, welcome aboard, Mister James.

How do you like Paris?

Well, I've only been here three hours.

So far, it looks rather lively.

Oh, you'll love it. It's

like this every night.

Hey, help yourself to some grub,

if the barbarians have left any.

We just had dinner.

Well, have a drink. Where's your glasses?

No glasses! Hold on.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Those kids have been drinking

too much, anyway. Here.

Congratulations on your daughter, sir.

She's the smashingest girl in Paris.

And that's a consensus of

opinion, male and female alike.

Cheers. I pressed this stuff in

Avignon in 1923 with my own feet.

(CHUCKLES)

What's going on here?

It's a gag.

Someone took a count and found we had the

prettiest girls in Paris here tonight.

So we're going to do the fashion photograph

to end all fashion photographs.

Show everything in the same picture.

Then by the time the party's over tonight,

we're going to have the debutante

and the sub-debutante,

the happy housewife, the femme

fatal, the outdoor girl,

the indoor girl, the kept

girl, the unkept girl.

Hey, come on, Chris, you can be in this.

You can go up there and be the unkept girl.

I think that's still open.

What do I have to do?

Look sad, underprivileged,

self-righteous and glamorous.

I'll be with you in a minute.

All right. Well, don't leave, Mister James.

Do you want to get out of here?

Wild horses couldn't make me go.

Come on, Chris, come over!

Coming.

Go up here, right? Up you go.

Now, hold it, girls, come on, hold it.

I don't know.

Hey, look, put this on, Chris.

Try to show by the expression on

your face that you paid for it

with your own money and you're

proud of the fact, all right?

Good evening.

Oh. American.

I don't think I ever saw you before.

No, I don't believe you did.

I just arrived from

Chicago three hours ago.

I could use you.

What was that?

You do not happen to be

a male model, do you?

A male model for what, Madame?

For fashion photographs. I'm at Vogue.

Madame Piguet.

Everybody calls me Bo-Bo.

You have an excellent face, you know?

Very good lines.

The trend nowadays is for more mature men,

with character in their faces.

The pay is not bad.

Well, I'm afraid I'm only going

to be in Paris two or three days.

Actually, I'm a history professor.

What is a history professor

doing in a place like this?

Well, my daughter thought I

might enjoy it, as indeed I am.

Your daughter? Who is she?

That one.

Christina? Mm-hmm.

Well, she's a darling girl.

Not much as a model, though.

Oh? I'm sorry to hear that.

She's pretty enough, God knows.

But she's too sensible for the job.

I was disappointed when she

didn't marry last year.

Oh, was she supposed to marry last year?

Why? Didn't she tell you?

Well, perhaps she told her mother.

Whom was she supposed to marry?

That one there.

The Count de Velezey.

He was crazy about Christina.

But the family put their foot down.

Oh, why?

American girl, poor,

earning her own living, a mannequin,

seen just a little too

often in too many places.

And without meaning to offend, no

family that anyone ever heard of.

This is still France, Monsieur,

no matter what it looks like.

(CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DRUMS PLAYING LOUDLY)

(SIGHS) Should we find a

taxi to take us home?

If you're not tired, I'd

rather walk for a while.

I'm not tired.

I'm used to staying up

a lot later than this.

I suppose you are.

Are you scolding me?

Oh. Of course not.

The streets of Paris!

Ever since I was a young man,

I've dreamed of walking here,

arm in arm with a beautiful young woman.

(LAUGHS) It never occurred to me

that the first time I did it,

the beautiful young woman

would be my daughter.

I'm so glad to see you.

Are you?

That was quite a party.

Everyone there seemed terribly fond of you.

Oh, I'm a good enough sort.

There was a young lady who was kind enough

to point out a young man she said

you nearly married last year.

A count something.

Ah, Marc Antoine. Ah.

We played around with the

idea for a hot week or so.

For a few minutes, I thought

it'd be fun to be a countess

and have a chteau with 22 bedrooms.

In that place tonight, Christina,

how many of those men there

have been your lovers?

Do you want the truth, or do

you want to be comfortable?

If I'd wanted to be comfortable, I

wouldn't have flown 4,000 miles.

A couple.

Were you in love with them?

I thought so at the time.

But you don't think so now?

No.

Why not?

Because I'm in love now and

I know the difference.

Was he there too?

No, he's in Tripoli this week.

Are you going to marry him?

I don't know.

Why not?

The subject hasn't come up.

The subject hasn't come up?

Don't you think we should take

a taxi back to the hotel now?

No. I don't want to go to the hotel yet.

I want you to take me to that

studio you wrote us about

and show me your paintings.

I want to see what you've been

doing for the past four years.

At this hour of the night?

Mm-hmm. At this hour of the night.

Darling, for 23 years, the

last thing I've thought about

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