Paris - When It Sizzles Page #6
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of this curious calling.
The deep, almost lunatic narcissism.
The lack of personal daintiness.
The appalling grammar.
Pops, it was...
Sir, it was flawless, brilliant.
l came in on a motorbike
in wheat-coloured...
Now, please, don't get carried away.
l remind you,
you are not the star of this drama
but merely a supporting player.
A very minor one, at that.
lf life, like the theatre,
came equipped with programmes,
your billing, way down on the page
and in tiny letters,
would simply be second policeman.
As l was saying,
what he doesn't know, poor Rick,
is that the girl is ours.
Can we trust
a creature of the streets,
with a police record
as long as your arm?
Nothing will go wrong,
my dear Philippe.
There's a tiny chink
in Rick's armour. A pretty face.
One way or another,
using such talent as she has,
the girl will extract from him
the details of the plan.
The plan. But should they not
be followed? l have the car.
There would be no point.
Rick is a master.
No policeman alive can stay on
his trail if he wishes to elude him.
Yes...
- No.
- No.
l shall have a glorious lunch,
everything to be cooked, of course,
in this remarkable
non-fattening safflower oil,
and eventually,
having followed my luncheon
with several digestifs
and a short walk,
the climax of his adventures at...
At...?
The Eiffel Tower?
Brilliant, lnspector. Brilliant.
To the studio, Franois, please.
Studio?
l said, l have to stop at my office
and pick something up there.
Have you been inside
a motion-picture studio?
No. Are you in the movie business?
ln a way.
The studio is particularly marvellous
on a holiday like this.
Silent. Empty.
The vast sound stages
completely deserted.
Like the night before Christmas,
not a creature is stirring.
Wait here, l won't be long.
Hmm, nice-ish.
lsn't it?
l don't understand. Are you an actor,
a writer, producer, director?
Nothing so creative, l'm afraid.
My interest in movies
is purely financial.
Gracious.
l can't tell you
how exciting this is...
This is for me. l just love movies.
Not those terrible New Wave pictures
where nothing happens.
But l like,...
..erm, Westerns.
Good old-fashioned pictures
with switches
and switches on switches.
Things like that.
Do you have an emery board on you?
One of those things
- to file the nails?
- l think so.
Thank you.
l particularly like movies with
complicated robberies in, don't you?
Absolutely.
l know this sounds childish,
but next to pictures about robberies,
l think l like horror pictures best.
l always have.
As a little girl,
l was madly in love with Dracula.
My mother was very upset.
She thought it was somehow...
unhealthy.
She used to say, that vampire's
old enough to be your father!
Whom, she would add,
he in many ways resembles.
l'm glad.
Not that your father
resembled Dracula.
Which he didn't.
Not after he had his teeth fixed.
But that you are interested
in pictures.
That makes two things
we have in common.
Movies... and giraffes.
Here are the keys. Meet you
at the gate in half an hour.
Giraffes and movies...
lt's a small world, isn't it?
Let me see that!
No, no. Please, Rick,
you're hurting me.
The lipstick. lt's been written with.
The napkin! The napkin
you gave Gillette. What was on it?
What was on it?
You...
Stop, Rick, stop.
Or l'll shoot. l swear l will.
Mr Benson, what happens next?
l don't know. l don't know.
That's as far as l got.
- Mr Benson.
- Yes?
You know what l think?
l think we need another...
What would that be?
A switch on a switch
on a switch on a switch. On a switch.
l thought l knew movies, but
Roger Roussin was never like this.
l wonder if he knows about switches.
And switches on switches.
And switches on switches
on switches. l don't think so.
lt would change his whole life.
Not only would they not play Scrabble
they would also not play Parcheesi.
l must say, the mind reels.
Anyway, you know what l think?
Yes. You think she is not a creature
of the streets with a police record.
You think she's an American
intelligence agent.
Well, Miss Simpson,
you happen to be wrong.
that most reliable, steadfast,
and you-cannot-miss-with-no-matter-
how-badly-you-write-it character
in all popular literature.
The prostitute with a heart of gold.
No, actually,
the P with the H of G is secondmost.
The most is Frankenstein.
Sure, someone who creates
or remakes another human being
and either falls in love with it
or it destroys him.
lt can go either way.
That's what gives it
such flexibility.
Miss Simpson, did you ever realise
that Frankenstein and
My Fair Lady are the same story?
One ends happily
and the other one doesn't.
Think about that for a while.
You smell wonderful.
That's the bath oil. When l took
my bath earlier, l put bath oil in.
Only a few drops, of course.
For which l am most grateful.
For both our sakes.
Ahem. And now, where were we?
Bang, bang, bang!
That's where we were.
Or rather, where you were.
She was by the bed with a gun,
l don't see how Frankenstein
and My Fair Lady are the same.
Oh, yes, l do.
Professor Higgins created Eliza and
Dr Frankenstein created the Monster.
Oh, yes, of course.
But don't tell anybody.
l'm saving it for the textbook
on the art of screenplay writing.
Ah-ha, yeah, well...
He's chased her through thejungle,
all that. Blah, blah, blah.
Passed the bathtub.
lf you want a Richard Benson movie
without a bathtub, you're out of
your head. And into the bedroom.
She pulls out a gun,
blah, blah, blah, blah, and...
My dear big magic-eyed,
bath-oil-scented Miss Simpson,
is where we are.
Slowly,
Go ahead. Pull the trigger.
Don't reach for your gun,
l'm warning you.
- Cigarette?
- Thanks. Light?
Well, Rick,...
..d'you mind
if l get out of these wet shoes?
And so my big magic-eyed Gabby,
who came to Paris to... live,...
..turns out to be a spy
for the police. An informer.
No, Rick, don't say it!
lt's that devil Gillette.
Oh, how l hate him. He is relentless!
He'll stop at nothing
until he tracks you down.
for last year in Tangier,
or the year before in Hong Kong.
You are his obsession.
He is a mad, overweight Captain Ahab,
searching down you, his Moby Dick.
His white whale.
- And you?
- Me?
l'm nothing. A creature of the
streets with a long police record.
He had me paroled to be
the luscious and irresistible bait
squirming on the hook
he has prepared.
lf l do not extract
the plan you have been building
step by painful step
for the last year,
my life, well, it's over.
Back l go behind the bars,
matron in uniform once more,
but simply... a number.
lf, however, l succeed...
And if you succeed?
Freedom!
What exactly do you have to do
to extract this plan?
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