Three Seats for the 26th (Trois Places pour le 26)

Love is what kills, what chills

what thrills

Love is what drives us mad

3 SEATS FOR THE 26TH

Love is what makes us so bad

But it's the best, to hell with the rest

To hell with the rest

The express train

from Paris, is arriving on platform 2.

Please, spare us a minute

to ask you

some questions

I'm from Marseille TV.

A quote for the "News"?

Please!

Not right now!

So many women want to know.

And see you on TV.

It's for the 1 o'clock news.

How many years, Mr Montand

did you live in Marseille?

Over 16 years

How long ago?

Over 20 years ago!

How does it feel,

to come back,

after so many years?

Great, of course!

In town, do you still have...

... friends or family?

Yes... but we've lost touch.

You must have lots of memories?

Lots of memories.

Most of them good,

some not so good,

that's how it goes.

Tell us about "MONTAND REMEMBERS".

What do you want to know?

Is it a musical or a concert?

You've got it all wrong.

What inspired my team,

and I hope they were inspired,

were events

from my youth

and my first loves.

Thank you, Mr. Montand.

Good luck!

He's really a charmer.

Who?

Montand, of course.

... so be at the Opera on the 26th

for "MONTAND REMEMBERS".

Turn it off, will you?

Now for the weather: blue skies and sunshine

everywhere today

We're out of rose-petal jam?

Right, Mom.

You sure?

Yes, Mom.

Second shelf on the left?

None, Mom.

You eat that stuff by the spoonful!

It's disgusting.

To each her own, darling.

I'm going to see him on the 26th. Coming?

No, I hate shows like that.

It'll be different.

Maybe, but after my troubles

I won't be seen in public.

People talk as it is.

At the bus stop, two women

were gossiping about it:

about the Lambert scandal.

"The Baron got 5 years!"

I was ashamed.

Who cares!

I do! I've had enough.

What do you see in Montand?

Everything! His voice, his songs...

I really like him.

He's entertained people all his life.

That's great.

There are lasers

There are lighters

that thousands hold high

There are amps

There are lamps

and flashes that fly

Radio's there

and so's TV

It's all sound and light

I'm alone on stage

I'm all the rage

I'm queen for a night.

The sound of the strings

gives my heart wings

I feel lighter than air

At times that band

is like the softest hand

caressing my hair

But when at last

it starts to blast

it's so deliciously loud

That I surrender:

I'm in love with the crowd.

Stop it, Marion

I've got enough problems.

Dad's swindles won't stop my career!

We've been through that:

You're a Lambert! You can't be a chorus girl!

Your father said so.

I should be a speculator, like him?

I'd rather kick my heels than bow my head!

Very funny.

Don't worry, I'll use a stage name.

The family honor will be safe.

Your father'd be appalled by your silly dreams!

He says he misses you.

Come with me to the jail.

I'm going at 5.

I can't. You know Mrs. Simonot:

she gets mad if you ask a favor.

Tell him I'll go Monday.

Kiss him for me.

See you later.

- This is an honor, sir. - Nice of you.

We'll do our utmost.

Anna, room 514.

- Care to see your suite? - Later.

Let's check the theater.

Now?

Of course.

I'll drive you.

But the staff won't be there.

Rehearsals start this afternoon.

It's an old habit:

we check out "the scene of the crime" right away.

What's wrong? You upset?

No, I have a headache.

Go lie down.

You're right, I'll take a nap.

Got any aspirin?

Right away.

Fetch some aspirin for Miss Miller.

- What's with Betty? - I don't know.

Since you two split up, she's been impossible.

She didn't want to go on tour.

I was wrong to insist.

Seen the paper?

Like it?

Not bad.

There it is.

I'd never seen it.

Not bad, huh?

You bet!

The sets have arrived.

The ocean liner,

the shipyard, New York...

Great, everything's here.

I know why you picked Marseille to start.

Maria!

Her real name was Mylene.

Mylene Le Goff, from Brittany.

She was a B-girl, as we used to say.

A whore!

All right.

I was a riveter in the shipyard.

My best buddy was Marius Ceredo.

We went to town Saturday nights.

After the movies we'd go to the Paradise Bar,

behind the Opera.

That's where I met Mylene.

I ran into her again 20 years ago, last time I was here.

You gonna contact her?

I don't know what became of her.

You hear me OK?

Yeah, fine.

Mylene, can you hear me?

When you come back after 20 years

To the place you called your own

Your childhood days have flown

Along with your hopes and fears

How's it sound?

Nice.

Try it from stage right.

When you come back after 20 years

All your friends are married

So many romances have tarried

Your old loves have turned to tears

When you come back after 20 years

Some people remember the old days

Some people resist the old ways

It's all memories and souvenirs

When you come back after 20 years

PARADISE CLUB

Anyone here?

May I help you?

Is Mrs. Fouque here?

She died over 10 years ago.

I'm sorry.