A film by Victor Trivas
"In the Streets"
Dinner's ready, children.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
You've just heard the British military march "It's a Long Way to Tipperary"
performed by the Radio France brass band.
In five minutes, a talk on the future of agriculture.
Have you been to the Basse-Saône works?
They're not hiring.
It's pointless, running around, wearing myself out ...
Why are you lying?
None of your business.
Don't start with me. You dodge around like a wild rat.
All rats are wild. They bite, especially cowering dogs.
I'm not a domestic animal.
Neither are your pals.
Leave my pals out of it!
I've seen those pals of yours. A fine bunch they are!
Idlers!
One day you'll shame our father's name.
You've got to work, Jacques!
Bowing and scraping, huh?
Obeying orders!
Do you think work will pull us out of the gutter?
We'll see who'll make it of the two of us.
You, Maurice, you swallow any story.
Spit in your face and you think it's raining.
What's the matter, Jacques?
Why are you looking so annoyed?
Don't fuss, Mother.
That scamp again!
I'm meeting someone, gotta go.
Jacques!
Take this for the metro.
What a house! It's a pesthole!
Can't you fix that leak?
Can't be done.
I'll complain to the authorities.
I won't put up with it any longer.
Not Strength But Skill
Hey, Rosengart!
Aren't you ashamed? Your machine's rigged.
Don't you know how strong I am? I'll report you.
Moutarde!
Gobiche!
"Two Hands!"
-- I honked, didn't you hear? -- Nobody heard a thing.
-- I heard all right. -- They were tearing along.
-- I was there. -- Me too. -- File a complaint?
You have to give your name, address,
show your papers, go to the police station ...
Rosengart, check if there's anything inside.
End of the line, everyone out!
Look where you're going, you little hooligan!
A. Schlamp, junk dealer buyer and seller, rags and metal
82.
130.
82.
110.
82.
100.
82.
Will you never see reason, Father Schlamp?
Take it or leave it.
For all it cost you,
you'll still be making a 100% profit.
What about my overhead, Father Schlamp?
And the risk?
82.
All right, OK, you're killing me.
-- Well, Gobiche, how's business? -- Rolling along!
Hanging in there, Father Schlamp?
You can talk about hanging, Rosengart.
# Men are all liars
# ladies beware
# unless you make them jealous
# they won't say I love you
Rosalie? She must be at her father's, at Schlamp's.
I found my sweetie again.
Your sweetie? Ha!
# Every soul has its pleasure ...
Hey, Jacques, come on!
The sale is about to start.
You're getting on my nerves, Jacques! I've been wanting to tell you for a long time.
I'm not a big talker, but when I talk I mean business.
Got it? get going! Clear the stairs. I'm the boss.
Boss of what?
Fleas?
Hey, Jacques!
Look at him, with his hat askew!
Got a tip for the races?
Cigar will be going tomorrow. He's the boss.
Whaddaya mean, he's the boss?
Forget about your boss.
He's not the boss of me.
No, little Rosalie, you won't go out like this, half-naked.
You like getting kids hot?
Little snots like Jacques?
How long will you keep it up?
So you don't answer?
You just don't get it.
If you only wanted to, we could live like senators.
Look at Cambourreau and his Julie.
They're rolling in cash.
She wears silk undies.
He plays cards and wears English shoes.
And the two of us? What a team!
If you only wanted to.
Could be, Cigar.
But I don't want to.
What do you want -- to get married?
Are you waiting for Prince Charming? Or a white-collar clerk?
Darning socks!
That's no life for you, Rosalie.
I'm a good guy, but I don't like women high-hatting me.
When my honour is at stake, I go all out.
Come on, don't sulk! What did I say?
I was just chatting.
Giddy-up or I'll make sausage of you!
Wait till I catch you!
Dirty brat, breaking the windows! I'll waste away from my troubles!
You'll shame your family!
If M. Pigache were still alive, you wouldn't torture your poor mother.
And be polite, do you hear!
Little beast!
My car!
You bet the whole packet on no. 12, Calomel, it's a hot tip.
Calomel? Up yours!
Arizona -- in a walk.
Arizona? no, are you nuts?
But Arizona was sired by Vistula!
-- but I'm telling you -- -- Shut your trap, that's final.
-- So we can't even discuss it? -- No!
The dough doesn't belong just to you.
It belongs to all of us.
-- Who's giving the orders around here? -- Orders?
Yes, orders.
Nobody!
Nobody?
Bastard!
Nobody?
Watch it!
Cigar ... butt.
Cigar butt?!
We'll settle this after the races.
Cigar butt!
What an idiot.
Our money will be gone in two shakes.
Here are 10 francs.
Put them on Calomel.
DO NOT CLIMB ON ROOF
Listen up, boys, the big match: Jacques vs. Cigar!
Calomel's going all out!
Your nag's going to jump, Jacques!
Hop hop, Calomel went over!
Bravo, Jacques!
Cigar's up the spout!
Bravo, Jacques!
Right in Cigar's breadbasket!
Nothing doing, he's washed up!
To the post! Jacques's the winner!
Jacques? I don't see him on the program.
-- It's the boy shouting. -- Maybe it's the owner's name.
Give up?
Watch out for his knife!
Give up!
Enough, enough.
Looks like you're stubbed out, Cigar Butt!
So, boss, you're out of luck.
Go find another gang.
Rosalie!
# Her name was Rose Marie
# One Sunday in lilac time
# At the movie intermission
# He offered his whole life to her
# Love always begins like that
# With kisses and promises
# Lies and caresses
# Vows that won't be kept
# They loved until autumn
# In the Buttes-Chaumont quarries
# Six months is a long time -- you mustn't
# Expect men to be faithful
# Love flies away with time
# It has no guarantee
# Not like a watch or a necklace ...
Say, Jacques ...
Do you have a girlfriend?
I could if I wanted.
You know ...
you're not like the other boys
you're more ...
Say, Jacques ...
wouldn't you like ...
What?
... me to be your girlfriend?
Cigar's leftovers.
Why aren't you in bed?
Did you have work to do?
Were you waiting for me?
You know, you shouldn't worry.
I'm not a boy any more,
I can take a walk outside on my own.
I need fresh air --
-- the street!
As the saying goes: when you're in the street, you're home.
Are you angry with me?
All right, I come home late.
I can go out and see my pals, can't I?
Are you sad?
Don't worry.
Tomorrow, you'll see,
I'll go all out to find a job.
I'll earn 800 francs a month, too,
like Maurice.
A man's got to be strong!
All right, got it? One more time:
We - wish - you - a - happy - birthday, Rosalie!
Bravo, Pythagoras!
You know ...
... with orange blossom at the waist
and a veil, you could be going to your wedding!
Silly Henriette!
Wouldn't you like to get married?
I don't know.
Pretty as you are, it would be easy.
Wouldn't you like to?
Maybe.
Give us a song, father Schlamp!
A song, a song!
Your mother's health, Rosalie!
You never knew her.
You were lucky!
# when we were young
# we had dreams
# adorable lies
# long time gone
# in the whiteness of the nursery
# into which angels descended
# strange melodies
# put us to sleep at night
# but the most beautiful dream
# is the dream about love
# the dream one dreams on the banks of the stream
# at the hour when the day dies
# an enchanting voice
# rises from the soothing stream
# and unites itself, caressing
# to the heart's song
Come on!
What are you looking for in here?
If it's me, you'd better leave!
Get lost, get out, this isn't the street! We want nothing to do with you!
No funny business, all right?
Jacques, you're hurt!
The police! Run!
He isn't dead, he's drunk as a pig.
Moustique!
Moustique, where are you?
Where are you, my little Moustique?
Moustique, where are you, my child?
Give me back my child, so that I can slap his face good!
It's nothing, I'm telling you. He lost a bit of blood, that's all.
He'll be back on his feet in three days.
Say, monsieur Maurice,
Jacques told me you can build radios all by yourself.
Is that true?
Yes, but listen, little boy --
-- you've got to tell me where my brother is.
I give you my word, nobody will know about it.
Nobody?
Not even his mother?
Nobody.
Not even Mother.
Not even Mother!
I'm telling you, he gave me his word, cross his heart and hope to die.
And you know, your big brother, he isn't a snitch.
You schnook! Why did you give him the address?
Is he really his brother?
Keep out of it, Moutarde.
You're too young.
Ah, old boy!
You aren't dead! You aren't dead!
Wait, let me ...
Wait ...
... here you go ...
... wait now ...
Drink up.
You don't want it?
You're right.
Water!
You can turn up your nose,
but I had to drink it for three days in my cell.
Yes, Pythagoras, they threw me in jail
and they made me drink water.
You'd have thought I'd robbed the Banque de France.
"Don't act dumb, Father Schlamp," the commissioner said.
"There was a crowd at your place,
a nice crowd, as usual."
"Yes?" I said.
"I want names!" he said.
"The names of the gangsters!"
"Oh, now, Mr. Commissioner," I said.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"And even if there had been gangsters at my place,
you know me:
See no evil!
Hear no evil!
My sleep, commissioner, is as deep and sound as a baby's."
Look at this, a note:
Papa Schlamp
Jacques wounded, Rosalie nursing him Henriette's place.
9, 10,
11, 12.
There you go, Mr. Invalid.
How're you doing, my boy?
Me, M. Maurice? Fit as a fiddle!
Come this way.
Come in.
Hello.
Hello, old boy.
Does it hurt?
No worse than the toothache.
I'd like to talk to you, Jacques.
Rosalie,
could you please ...
Listen, Jacques, this is serious. Things can't go on like this.
Don't laugh, Jacques. What have we ever done to you?
Nothing at all, that's just it. You've never done anything for me.
If only you could ...
Yes, but you can't!
You can starve, you can lick the boots of the bosses and the cops
but anything else ...
you can't.
What are you after?
You can live a year or two without working, but no more.
Come on, Jacques, enough of this nonsense.
I work and I don't feel dishonored -- just the opposite.
But forget it, I didn't come for that ...
it's for Mother.
Have you given her a thought since you left?
If you could only see her
you'd have pity on her.
You're killing her.
I was sure you'd come home if you knew.
That's all.
That's all I had to say.
Maurice!
I'll come home.
Tell Mother.
-- You swear? -- Yes.
Hands up!
Where's the loot?
That's enough, get lost.
So the family council is over?
Monsieur!
Mademoiselle?
Monsieur, I don't know what you think of me ...
but I only want what's good for Jacques.
I would do anything for him, do you hear?
Anything.
I believe you, Mademoiselle.
Help him to keep his promise, then.
What promise?
To go back home.
Yes, Monsieur.
It would be better if he returned home.
Better for him.
So you're going back to Mummy
and you'll be a good little boy from now on.
Haul bricks.
Empty garbage cans.
Get bawled out and say thank you.
The model son, eh?
That's enough.
Oh, he softened you up.
You were a hard guy, but now look at you.
Help your mother!
You won't do it on 3 francs an hour.
3 francs! Are you kidding?
You need to get in on a caper, just one good job.
-- Get lost, I'm telling you. -- All right.
I'll manage on my own.
Don't bother him, Moutarde, that's enough!
You're wearing him out with your spiel.
He'll be feverish tonight.
And, no offense, you're better out than in.
Rosalie, keep out of men's business.
Moutarde is leaving now.
Oh, am I?
Up to you: I'll do it with you or with someone else.
It's eat or be eaten.
That's all.
No hard feelings. Get well soon.
I'm telling you, this is a ready-made job.
On a silver platter.
A child could handle it.
Listen.
Two steps away from here -- don't look now --
There's Mother Paret
an old broad, she's loaded,
and it seems she doesn't trust banks!
Get it?
She's too stingy to buy a strongbox, so she keeps a packet at her place.
I swear it'll be a walkover.
It's like she wants to make things easy for us.
Just think, a hundred big ones!
and maybe more
Ooh, I like him.
But look at her --
that's sex appeal!
Don't be dumb, you could wear false eyelashes too.
Are they expensive?
30 francs for 5 centimetres.
Listen to me.
There are no men in the house, just two females.
The old woman and a girl.
Pauline, she's called.
No shrinking violet. Pauline's for you.
Because I'm not distinguished like you.
Each according to his abilities, you know.
You go in with your best manners,
a little kiss, her head spins, she doesn't notice the door's still open.
It's in the bag.
Because I'll be doing my bit.
Oh, get set, here comes Pauline.
My cart!
Stop it, you brat!
Get down from there!
I'll teach you to mess up my stock, and quicker than that!
Where is Moustique?
Oh it's you! the brat!
What's all this fuss?
That old drunkard Schlamp's been hitting children again!
What are you saying, Madame?
Is it you who knocked my child down?
You miserable clot.
I? I who knocked him down?
This is too much!
By what right do you mistreat other people's children,
you dirty individual?
But Madame, it wasn't on purpose!
Isn't it enough that you infect us with your vermin, you fleabag!
With the rubbish you pick from garbage bins, you filth!
And you knock down a poor defenseless litte mite!
Come here, my angel!
But my good woman, I assure you ...
"My good woman?"
I'm not "your good woman"!
I am Madame the widow Pigache
the widow of a civil servant of the State!
- Madame -- - Of the State, that's right!
Rascals like that running free -- it's a shame!
You're a witness, Monsieur!
It's true, he's a savage!
I should file a complaint.
Did you see that, M. Lajusse?
For two old newspapers he tramples my little boy!
Don't waste your breath on the crackpot, Mme Pigache.
And you -- don't pass by my shop, if you care about keeping your ears.
You pig!
Look at the coward, and he's still here!
Call a policeman!
Don't worry, if there's no policeman around,
there are still decent people in this town to take care of miscreants like you!
Your papers!
He doesn't have any!
Your papers!
He needs a sock in the nose, the vampire!
Thank you, sir, I was trying to remember the word --
Vampire!
The vampire of the arrondissement!
Not only did he beat up my child --
What's going on, Father Schlamp?
I don't understand, my little Jacques.
I don't understand.
What's going on? Leave the old man alone!
Who does he think he is!
That's enough!
Leave him alone!
Moustique fell off the cart and said I beat him.
Aren't you ashamed, 20 against 1?
So one isn't allowed to have a discussion?
Good-for-nothing!
If you please, young man, why do you meddle in this discussion?
And you?
I, young man?
For 30 years I was the usher at the Third Chamber of the Court of Appeal
of the Court of Appeal!
and it seems to me I have the right, in the name of the judiciary ...
You make me laugh!
Twenty against one, that's your judiciary.
You give me a swift pain with your judiciary.
Off with you!
Clear out!
The show's over.
So much for the judiciary.
Tomorrow, 1:00 a.m. Tell the others.
Tomorrow, 1:00 a.m.
1:00 a.m.?
What will happen at 1:00 a.m.?
No secrets, Rosengart, don't be childish.
What will happen at 1:00 a.m.?
Where is Jacques?
Moutarde, where is Jacques?
It's not women's business.
Oh, yeah.
Where is Jacques?
At the Poteau steam baths.
You do look funny through the bottom of a glass, Jacques!
Oh, come on ...
... you're not sad, are you ...
... bright eyes?
Come on.
Let's dance.
-- Rosalie! -- What are you doing here, Rosengart?
I don't know.
They went over there and they left me alone here.
I've got to whistle if anybody shows up.
But who put you here?
Moutarde.
Where is he?
I don't know.
What do you mean, you don't know!
I think he went into the house ...
... where Jacques is.
To do what?
I don't know.
I just know I'm scared stiff.
Won't you stay with me?
They want to get into the house?
Oh my God!
At 1:00 a.m.!
-- What time is it? -- Twenty minutes to one.
Twenty to one?
What would the old lady say if she knew that I got home so late!
Papa, Papa, wake up!
Wake up, Papa, wake up!
You must come with me to fetch Maurice!
Maurice? what Maurice?
Jacques' brother, my Jacques -- we must stop him from doing something bad.
Only he can prevent him, you see?
Hurry up, Papa!
I'd go there on my own, but I can't because of his mother.
In the middle of the night, what would she think?
Quick, papa! If you're with me, she'll know it's all right.
-- He wants to do something bad? -- It's not his idea!
It's that dirty Moutarde.
Jacques mustn't do it, Papa!
We must save him, he mustn't go to prison.
To prison? Jacques? To prison?
Hurry up!
Monsieur ...
... you see, I don't have the honour of knowing you ...
... but Rosalie is sending me ...
... it's only to help your brother ...
... for Rosalie, M. Maurice ...
... it's only that ...
I mixed up the floors of the building ...
It's rather difficult ...
... counting them ...
... it's to save Jacques, M. Maurice ...
... to save the child ...
I'm telling you, we must save Jacques!
We must save Jacques!
For Rosalie, M. Maurice ...
... we must save Jacques ...
Jacques!
Who's that?
Help!
Let go of me, do you hear
I know where she hides the cash.
Let go of me, you hear, or I'll break your arm.
Help! Help!
So now what?
What will happen now?
We're left holding the bag.
Moutarde will cut and run.
If they catch us, we're done for.
I always said we should stick to small stuff.
One caper and you're millionaires, Moutarde said.
One caper and we're in jail.
I think I'd better get a real job.
The way she screamed, the old hen,
the way she screamed.
What did they do to her to make her scream like that?
They tied me up, M. le Commissaire.
They put a towel over my face.
I was almost suffocated.
How many were there?
Two.
Did you recognize them?
Answer me, did you recognize them?
There was Jacques.
I didn't recognize the other one.
He wore a mask.
What is this Jacques' last name?
I don't know, Your Honour.
I always called him Jacques.
POLICE ON THE TRAIL OF THE CULPRIT
After 3 weeks of investigations, burglars of the widow Paret still at large ...
MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF THE WIDOW PARET
Jacques!
It's you, Jacques!
My man, it's you.
You shouldn't have come.
The house is watched.
They'll follow you, they'll arrest you!
Rosalie ...
I didn't kill the old woman.
I was sure of it, you couldn't have done it.
You couldn't kill.
No, you can't stay here, go anywhere else, even abroad.
But wait for the night -- this is our last chance.
Oh, Jacques ...
... listen to me.
He won't listen.
Jacques!
Stay!
I didn't kill the old woman.
I believe you, Jacques.
And Mother?
Oh, Mother ...
... she never speaks about you, she says nothing, but ...
What's happened to you, Jacques?
You look terrible.
Why don't you have a wash, you can't go home like that.
He disappeared into one of these buildings.
Fine. Stay there until further orders.
Now you look more like yourself!
Jacques!
My little boy!
You know, Mother,
-- it wasn't I who ... -- Hush!
I don't want to know.
Jacques, Jacques ...
... you're here.
We'll talk tomorrow, tomorrow
Today
you're my little boy
just my little boy.
Rockabye ...
... rockabye ...
Jacques!
The police!
They're just outside.
I've got to get away.
They can't arrest me in Mother's home.
Jacques --
-- when you're safe, let me know where you are.
Yes, my brother.
Thank you.
The Grasshopper, singing All summer long,
Now found winter stinging, And ceased in his song.
Not a morsel or crumb in his cupboard-- So he shivered, and ceased in his song.
Jacques Emile Lérande,
son of Lérande, Emile Gaston, killed in action for France,
and of Moreau, Adrienne, his wife,
is accused of having, on the night of 16th to 17th February,
entered with unidentified accomplices
a house inhabited by the widow Paret
and Mlle Gros, Pauline Virginie, a relative,
with intent to seize valuables stored in a cupboard.
Mme Paret woke up, the attempted theft wasn't carried out.
The charge of murder has been dismissed,
the findings of coroner establishing
the sudden death of the widow Paret
was caused by a burst blood vessel.
Accused, rise.
Do you plead guilty?
NO JOB VACANCIES
Do you plead guilty?
No, Your Honour, he isn't guilty!
it's my fault, Your Honour!
No one is guilty but I.
I didn't know to guide him.
A woman, a mother, cannot see reality.
He's so young, he's just a little child, believe me.
He isn't evil.
I just didn't know how to protect him -- it's my fault.
If someone must be punished, take me!
I'm the guilty one.
His father died in the war
so he grew up without guidance.
With all of life's hazards,
what can a woman do?
Children slip away, you don't know them anymore.
I ought to have looked after him all the time, but ...
there is so much work to do in a household, when one is poor
and then, it takes a man to know certain things.
He told me he couldn't find work.
I had no reason not to believe him.
It's difficult to find work nowadays.
If somebody must be convicted, it is I.
I swear it, it is I!
The war took the father from me --
you cannot take the my child!
Not to prison!
Jacques cannot go to prison!
You can't snuff out his life like that!
subtitles: serdar202 and LaFaustin