Populaire Page #4
Look at me. I'm so shabby.
Go on, doll yourself up.
I can pay my own way.
No later than eight at the hotel.
Don't get lost.
Are you putting it on or stitching it?
I'm coming.
Rose, you look...
Ridiculous, I know.
I mean, you're...
You're not the same person.
I'm the same.
It's the dress that's different.
It won't be practical for typing.
Well...
Time for bed.
See you tomorrow.
You've no right to do that.
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before the biggest competition
of your life.
Who says it would be my first time?
It's OK, Louis, this is 1959.
The time's long gone
when girls waited for marriage.
Fine.
That's one less thing
I'll have to teach you.
I can do better.
Miss Leprince-Ringuet,
defending your title
as French champion for the third year,
here at the head office of Japy...
The company's top clients
have been especially invited.
Not too nervous?
Do I look nervous?
Annie's our very best.
My father, Edmond Japy,
has designed a carriage return
with ball bearings for her.
With ball bearings?
You see, gentlemen,
neighbouring type bars
tended to block on older models.
Therefore we began by inventing
the AZERTY keyboard
so that the most common letters
in our language...
In short, with ball bearings
you touch the carriage return and...
Ifwe leave now, nobody will notice.
You're going to stay
and show them what you can do.
Do you think
you can beat your record
of 500 strokes a minute?
Achampion doesn't think,
she achieves.
Look at her.
They only have eyes for her
and I'm a ditz from nowhere.
That's your best asset.
You'll take them by surprise.
Not here, pumpkin.
Morning, miss. Your region?
)
Normandy.
Here she comes!
Annie!
Ladies! Hands over the keyboards!
The qualifiers
for the quarterfinals...
Leprince-Ringuet, way out in the lead,
followed by Layrac,
Corty,
Hubert, Portez,
Meyer, Legendre
and Pamphyle.
The qualifiers
for the semi-finals...
Leprince-Ringuet.
Trailing far behind are Layrac,
Meyer
and Pamphyle.
A moment's silence, please!
Miss Leprince-Ringuet
will compete against...
Miss Pamphyle in the final!
Ladies!
Hands over the keyboards.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are confronted with a rare event.
Our finalists have tied
with 498 keystrokes a minute!
To determine the winner of the final,
the judges have decided
on five minutes' overtime.
Five minutes. It's make or break.
Give it all you've got!
I can't take any more.
This is what we've worked so hard for.
Isn't getting this far good enough?
- It is for me.
- It's not for me!
You've been soft all day.
Now you're going to let me down?
I lied to you.
500 strokes a minute. Her record.
You've been beating it
for ages in training.
You're mad at me?
That's the idea.
Get revenge.
Go away. I need to recentre.
Yes, darling. Recentre.
Ladies!
Hands over the keyboards.
Here's the man
who beat my two-time champion.
It wasn't me who won.
Edmond Japy. Pleasure to meet you.
Louis Echard.
Yes, I know.
Why the long face?
Isn't this a time to celebrate?
When she's world champion.
Sure,
but France has never beaten America.
Are you the man for the job?
I suppose you are?
Not so fast.
If you hadn't made her angry,
she would have lost.
Now that you've lied to her
about her scores,
there's no card left to play
in New York.
In two months, she faces the Yanks.
They make huge sacrifices
for their champions.
I hope the same can be said of you.
I love you.
Where have you been?
The press is asking all about us.
Maybe you'll tell them
how much you appreciate me.
Watch out,
Japy made me an offer.
That's perfect.
You don't think I'd accept, do you?
It's your big chance.
The power to win.
You sound like them.
You'll be a star,
travel, meet people...
I don't care!
Say goodbye
to St Fraimbault and Lisieux.
You don't need me now.
All I want is you.
You belong here.
Accept who you are, dammit!
I love you!
Not me.
You're lying.
Now I know you're capable of it.
Without the championships,
we'd never have ended up in bed.
You're lying.
You needed it to win.
I thought you were better than this.
We all make mistakes
when we're young.
Morning.
The machine in the window,
my girl's crazy for it.
Just think, Dad!
It's the first typewriter
Rose Pamphyle ever touched.
Your daughter's wonderful.
Such an inspiration!
Well?
How much?
You know me, Rose Pamphyle.
Breaking records or typing a letter,
I'm ahead of the crowd!
With the Populaire by Japy.
So light, so modern...
So rosy!
With the Populaire
you're typing on air!
In all good department
and stationery stores.
Rosy for Rose...
What imagination!
Cha cha cha
Go the secretaries
All around her, comma,
famous artists mingled,
along with some earnest children,
fervent for poetry
but clearly cut out for candy.
Period.
- Mrs Tessier?
- Miss.
You knew Rose well?
She lived here
when she moved to Lisieux.
A very decent girl.
France wants to know.
How does it feel
to be the fastest?
I think that speed
is a sign of progress.
One day, it'll be a keyboard world.
Everything's faster,
notjust in sport.
You really believe
speed-typing is a sport?
THE SECRETARY WHO'S GOING PLACES
Don't be such a sourpuss. Come on.
Get out.
Even I'm getting sick of you, sugar.
How long before you realise
he'll never pick up?
Your smiles may fool all of France,
but not me.
If your Louis can't see through it,
that's his problem.
You don't know him.
Any man who gives you up
is an imbecile.
Sleep well, Miss Pamphyle?
More fan mail. Itjust keeps coming.
Everybody loves you!
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY. DAD.
It's impossible.
The keyboard's too small!
The keyboard's fine.
It's you who isn't up to the task.
Susan Hunter's record
is 512 keystrokes per minute.
You've never exceeded 508.
You don't realise
who you're up against.
In 10 years,
Hunter's won five world championships,
breaking her own record every time.
I'm sure I've done better than 508,
Mrs Shorofsky.
You're lying.
I never lie.
There's nothing to celebrate.
You haven't seen the sales figures
for the Populaire.
Run along. You've kept her for hours.
Give her a break.
Here.
Go, go, go.
That's right.
What a killjoy!
Do you have to kiss
every speed-typing champion?
Yes, it's sort of a tradition.
And ditching her
after she fails to win,
is that part of the tradition, too?
I knew you were no fool.
I've read a few books.
Don't stop.
There you are.
It's about time.
Bob's been worried to death.
Aren't you sick
of hiding your feelings behind him?
Where have you been?
- Last time you acted like this...
- You'd just left me.
Funny you remember.
You pretend it never happened.
You'd say I do the same.
What's Bob got that I haven't?
You're drunk.
I couldn't be more sober.
What's he got that I haven't?
Answer me.
He gave me a life to share.
Unlike you.
You went away to war without a promise.
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