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The French Dispatch

The French Dispatch

The French Dispatch is a highly anticipated film directed by the renowned filmmaker Wes Anderson. Released in 2021, this comedy-drama is set in the fictional French city of Ennui-sur-Blasé during the mid-20th century. Anderson, known for his quirky and visually stunning style, has brought together an incredibly talented ensemble cast to tell this captivating story.

The film revolves around the eponymous publication, The French Dispatch, which serves as a love letter to journalism in its golden age. The plot unfolds through a series of interconnected vignettes, each centered around one of the magazine's feature stories. As the journalists at The French Dispatch navigate love, art, politics, and more, the film becomes a colorful exploration of storytelling and the human condition.

The cast of The French Dispatch is truly remarkable, boasting a gathering of notable actors who embody the unique characters brought to life by Anderson's distinctive vision. The ensemble includes Bill Murray, Frances McDormand, Tilda Swinton, Adrien Brody, Benicio del Toro, Léa Seydoux, Timothée Chalamet, and Saoirse Ronan, just to name a few. Each member of the cast breathes life into their characters, bringing depth and nuance to their roles.

The French Dispatch is not only a visual delight but also a sonic experience. The film's score, composed by Academy Award winner Alexandre Desplat, adds an additional layer of storytelling. Desplat's musical genius elevates the narrative, transporting the audience to the enchanting world of Ennui-sur-Blasé.

With a medley of classical, jazz, and French-inspired melodies, Desplat's score captures the essence of each scene with elegance and whimsy. Whether it's the tender notes accompanying a love story or the rousing sounds of political unrest, the music is an integral part of the film's emotional journey.

If you're eager to immerse yourself in the sounds of The French Dispatch, you're in luck! The score is available for your listening pleasure – you can play and download these captivating sounds on various streaming platforms. Whether you're a cinephile, a music lover, or simply someone who appreciates beauty in all its forms, The French Dispatch promises to whisk you away on a delightful voyage with its enchanting melodies and captivating storytelling.

In conclusion, The French Dispatch is a visually stunning and thematically rich film that showcases Wes Anderson's distinct style and storytelling prowess. With an all-star cast and an enchanting score, this love letter to journalism will transport you to a world of art, politics, and human connection. Don't miss the opportunity to experience the magic of The French Dispatch – indulge in its sights and sounds, and let yourself be swept away into the whimsical universe created by Anderson and his talented ensemble.

A bit less poetic.
A case of mistaken identity.
A check for the outstanding balance
A cook, a waiter, a bottle, a glass, a fire.
A creaky swing sways in the deserted schoolyard.
A day in Ennui over the course of 250 years.
A desire, more, a biological need
A disappointment to everybody.
A dynamic, talented, lusty, slovenly, alcoholic,
A factual weekly report on the subjects of world politics,
A figure which remains consistent despite population growth
A hired crew of bandits and gunmen
A luminous abstraction.
A manifesto.
A message from the foreman. One hour to press.
A mixed blessing. On the one hand,
A pair of hooligans, estranged cousins.
A perfect sparrow. That's excellent.
A pretty place of some kind?
A thousand kisses later,
A trio of showgirls, all junkies.
A weakness in cartography.
A word from Gemini tooth powder.
Across the street, a glaring metaphor.
Actually, make it 75.
After clamorous debate, angry name calling
After even the most adverse forms of exposure,
After receiving the Host, marauding choirboys,
Against five American cents per word, minus expenses.
Against the wall in the corner of that pigment locker.
Ah.
Albert "the Abacus", in possession of a valise containing payroll stubs
All artists sell all their work. It's what makes you an artist.
All home delivery readers will, of course, be refunded, pro rata
All of us. The collectors. The critics.
Allow us to send in our precinct cook
Along with a number of newly found companions.
Along with an Andretti Ribbon mate
Along with some supplies and provisions.
Already how do you know that?
Already what?
Already?
Also,
Also, who'd you murder, and how crazy are you, really?
Although she did whatever the hell she wanted,
ALUMNA: Mother died when he was five.
ALUMNA: The Krementz story, Revisions to a Manifesto.
Am I in trouble? Why would my mother be so calm?
An additional dinner guest, thus far, fails to appear.
An artistic genius.
An invincible comet speeds on its guided arc
And a ream of triple bond, Egyptian cotton typing stock.
And absconded to a secure location which you will never discover.
And advances in health and hygiene.
And all participants emphasized the basis of their frustration,
And an air of promiscuous calm saturates the hour.
And certainly, the loudest artistic voice of his rowdy generation.
And cooled to a glacial viscosity in a miniature version
And diverse stories of human interests set in faraway quartiers.
And everybody's talking about it.
And gigolos replaces the day's delivery boys and shopkeepers,
And got sent down to National Duty obligation.
And had never so much as touched one
And had very nearly starved in his cell.
And he did us all a very good turn
And heart of the French Splatter school Action group,
And however you go about it, Mr. Wright,
And I think I sort of agree with him.
And I've got them all with me right now,
And in 16 years, I'll get my pension.
And in later years actually wore it in the application of her toilet.
And inappropriately, sort of, tried to fuck me
And investigation of criminal activity,
And liquefied.
And marvelously enthusiastic.
And nine spelling errors in the first sentence alone.
And off color sayings of their respective precincts.
And preparations for your visit.
And remote cause of the entire spectacular contretemps,
And six members of the French Splatter school
And smuggle you goodies and probably turn out to be better than you are.
And that's why I signed up for clay pottery and basket weaving.
And the little boy will be safely returned to your custody.
And the Ministers of Culture and Urbanity,
And the only local number committed to my typographic memory was
And the publication of the magazine will permanently cease.
And the risk of the tainting of a crime scene.
And the Sans Blague became headquarters
And the two never again lived apart.
And their network of underworld middlemen.
And there can be no higher position in the métier than that of
And think for yourself for one minute, forgive me,
And transformed Picnic into The French Dispatch,
And was decorated in the Order of the Caged Lion.
And was, marvelously, as I described in some detail.
And what mysteries will they foretell?
And you will find yourself in great jeopardy.
And you, Robouchon?
And, finally, outright gambling over
And, of course...
Another 14,603 to go.
Another tidbit.
Anyone's guess.
Anything I can do to keep my hands busy, I'm gonna do.
Anyway, at least, he finished the motherfucker.
Apologies, Mrs. Krementz. I know you despise crude language.
Archive, and advise,
Are they painted into the walls?
Are we all here?
Are you able to provide me an escort and a Friendly Visit Stamp
Are you seeing this? Look at this!
Arthur Howitzer, Jr. Born in North Kansas,
Arthur Howitzer, Jr., college freshman,
Arthur Jr. was less courteous with the rest of the magazine's staff.
ARTHUR: (ON SPEAKERS) The presses will be dismantled
ARTHUR: Give her 150 francs a week for the next 15 years
ARTHUR: It's one of her best.
ARTHUR: Just try to make it sound like you wrote it that way on purpose.
ARTHUR: Let's see here.
ARTHUR: Oh, no, what's that?
ARTHUR: Some of those are intentional.
ARTHUR: These are his people.
ARTHUR: While I regret we are unable
As compensation for her work as Rosenthaler's model and muse.
As he walks the streets of his adopted,
As the sun sets, a medley of unregistered streetwalkers
As these guards can assure you.
As they go to identify the body of their cold son.
As was her residence, Ingo Steen's first American commission
Ashtray of stale cigarettes, burnt toast.
Aspired to a lofty perch,
Astute collector of antiquities.
At least by reputation.
At least for this reporter.
At that rate,
At the Clampette Collection?
At the Ennui Prison Asylum the following day,
August.
Average rainfall, 750 millimeters.
Average snowfall, 190,000 flakes.
Based on one small, scribbly, overrated picture.
Because I like it.
Because it was an accident, Your Honor.
Because she asked. I don't lie.
Because you would've stopped him.
Before I ever get to see the world again,
Before it began, where did it begin?
Bell rings, pupils scamper inside back to their obedient classrooms.
Beneath his studio in the Boulevard des Plombiers,
BERENSEN: At that moment,
BERENSEN: Certain women do gravitate toward incarcerated men.
BERENSEN: He did not pick up a brush during the first decade
BERENSEN: In the aftermath, 72 prisoners
BERENSEN: One score later, as per Maw Clampette's detailed instructions,
BERENSEN: Rosenthaler's right to petition for parole
BERENSEN: Ten Reinforced Cement Aggregate Load Bearing Murals
BERENSEN: The paddy wagon collected us
BERENSEN: We take as the subject of tonight's lecture,
Berensen's article. The Concrete Masterpiece.
Besides, I didn't bring an additional 6,000,000 francs in small bills.
Best parents I know.
Between Ennui's elders and its youngers.
Bit of sports, bit of crime, bit of politics.
Blackbird pie.
Blue?
Bolstered and braced, season upon season,
Born into quasi serfdom,
Born rich, the son of a ******* Mexican horse rancher,
BOTH: No.
Both. Based on the cover and the first four sentences.
Break down abruptly in early morning hours
Bright yellow scullery soap.
Bring me a first draft tomorrow morning
Broken windows, paving stones flying in all directions.
But always, somewhere along the avenue or the boulevard,
But as it happened, I knew the chicken coop.
But has evolved and codified into something refined,
But haunted the halls cheerily for three decades.
But he thinks this is better.
But I don't regret my choice to wear this uniform.
But I learned as a cub stringer, never, under any circumstance,
But I truly don't know what I'm about to say.
But I'll re advance that against cost of living.
But love the wrong way
But more than anything, over all these years,
But not yet.
But still, a new flavor.
But we're gonna pay 'em.
But, by the end of his youth,
But, in fact, the sexes were equally represented.
By Mr. Rosenthaler, who was, at that time,
By rapid priority wire.
By the richest, most potent plates,
By your anger, your hatred, your pride,
Cadazio and his own nephews arranged for the entirety of the hobby room
CADET: Psst.
CADETS: Amen. Amen. Amen.
CADETS: Hup! Ho! Hut! Lights out! Covers tucked! Blankets on!
Came prepared to dazzle.
Can he do it? Look at this.
Can we get a deposit?
Can you even begin to fathom the shit ton of money
Canvas, stretchers, brushes, turpentine.
Carrying a 50 pound sack of gunpowder and peeling stale potatoes
Cast a spell,
Caution, do not bring matches, lighters, or sharp objects of any kind.
Cemented together by their shared grief.
Chauffeur Joe Lefèvre, a once almost promising instrumentalist.
Check out protest at the Bibliothèque Principale.
Chef Cuisinier for the private dining room
CHIEF MAGISTRATE: Mr. Rosenthaler,
City services at a halt, one week and counting.
Coal, cork, and dung.
Coffee on the breath, too much sugar, cocoa butter skin.
Comes precisely 50 years after his departure,
Community Whisper Campaign denounces student movement.
Completely indecipherable due to poor penmanship.
Convinced his father, proprietor of the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun,
Could figure a way to rustle them pictures loose.
Cover illustrations by Hermès Jones.
December.
Deep South, Midwest, East Coast.
Delivered a telephone to his superior.
Department of Local Statistics.
Describes odyssey across city.
Determined to free himself and reduce taxpayer expense.
Devil's advocates bickered and debated perpetually, ad nauseam,
Deviled eggs of the precinct canary
Dîner.
Diners are expected to provide their own fourchettes de poche,
Directly after the night's final round of working girls and revelers
Directly from Ennui to Liberty.
Discover on flyleaf of my composition book a hasty paragraph.
Do I like it?
Do we agree on the sale?
Do you have a working kitchen in your lair?
Does it mean nothing to you?
Does it occur to you he's very probably somewhere marching
Don't be stupid. Of course not.
Don't criticize my manifesto.
Don't cry in my office.
Don't growl at me, you convicted murderer.
Don't light the candles. He's dead.
Drawn in 45 seconds right in front of me with a burnt matchstick.
Dress briskly, mechanically, and hold hands in the silent taxi
Due to the surprise capture of the racketeering accountant
Dutch masterminds.
Eager to escape a bright future on the Great Plains,
Earth.
Eaten with the non dominant hand only,
Eight point two five bodies are pulled from the Blasé river each week.
Eldest boy, 19, not home since yesterday morning.
Endowed with funds provided by the Cadazios
Enhances the experience of their own freedom.
Ennui supports a menagerie of vermin and scavengers.
Entire library circulation legally removed
Even more impressed by how good it already is.
Even the artist's all but forgotten earlier work
Even the riot police.
Even to begin the bureaucratic nightmare would require years
Even your disciples have won and squandered multiple fortunes,
Even your second rate imitators we represent who suck up to you
Everything I have at this present moment in time.
Exactly!
Exclusively from within the prison asylum domain.
Excusez moi.
Exhilarated, naive, brave in the extreme...
Extremely challenging positions for extended periods of time.
Extremely poisonous,
Failure to do so by sun up will result in your son's violent death.
Famously gracious with his writers,
February.
FEMALE NARRATOR: Good writers. He coddled them.
FEMALE NARRATOR: His fiscal management system
FEMALE NARRATOR: His most repeated literary advice,
FEMALE NARRATOR: His return to Liberty
FEMALE NARRATOR: It began as a holiday.
FEMALE NARRATOR: Over the next ten years, he assembled a team
FEMALE NARRATOR: The uncontested crackerjack
FEMALE NARRATOR: These were his people.
FEMALE NARRATOR: Thus,
Ferociously fragrant, overtly medicinal, ever so faintly anesthetizing
Finally...
Fire, of course.
Fires and murders.
First time I've come inside, except to vandalize it during demonstrations.
Five floors with high ceilings.
Fixed above the door of his inner office.
For a single new piece during this entire, protracted period.
For all male students.
For all three of the city's major syndicates,
For another two months.
For freedom. Full stop.
For immediate use?
For myself, I had failed to recognize the Abacus,
For National Duty obligation.
For the bold dramatic style, and colossal scale of his middle period,
For the demented and deranged.
For the duration of his sentence.
For the little boy.
For the Movement of Young Idealists for the Revolutionary Overthrow
For the rest of the artist's life.
For the subsequent 20 years.
For the Tastes and Smells section...
For the unfulfilled portion of their subscriptions.
For this sort of predicament.
For this, I am grateful.
Forgive my tardiness.
Founder and editor of The French Dispatch.
From Thursday dinner to Monday breakfast
Fuck! (YELLS)
Full name, Isadore Sharif de la Villatte.
Fundamentals...
Get out.
Gigi loathed and despised the radish in all its forms
Gigi was six.
GIGI: Uh huh.
Give it to me.
Go ahead.
Go tell your parents you're home. They're worried.
God willing.
Good God.
Good writer.
Great friend to the avant garde.
GUARD: Citizen 7524.
Guard.
Guillaume Martin.
Had been forgotten in the chicken coop
Had been whirring since dinnertime.
Had it not been for the inclusion in its number of a small painting
Had not been informed of his invitation in first place.
Half drunk on the Blood of Christ, stalk unwary pensioners
Have traveled a great distance to come see your work, I hope?
Have you been in the chicken coop for a very long while?
Have you ever done any book reviews?
Haven't been there in 20 years.
He began to envision and formulate a multi pronged battle plan.
He brought the world to Kansas.
He changes all the names and only writes about hobos, pimps, and junkies.
He coaxed them. He ferociously protected them.
He doesn't want to be in the military.
He even painted onto the radiators!
He had shed all the luxuries
He knew well, of course,
He mines the same vein as Piperno Pierluigi when he illuminated
He received an Editor's burial.
He remains, in my opinion, the most eloquent
He was brought up to succeed the Commissaire himself.
He was crazy. Officially certified.
He was educated by forensic tutors in the traditions of law enforcement.
He will drown on this planet
He will prepare a supper of sufficient proportions
He'll be serving.
He's not moving.
He's still not moving.
He's still not moving.
He's still not moving.
He's still not moving.
He's still not moving.
He's still not moving.
Hello, Gigi.
Hello, Mr. Wright.
Hello?
Hello.
Hello.
Her collection, even in its infancy, was well known and important,
Her large, stupid eyes watched me pee.
Her skin remained unburned, unblemished, un goose pimpled.
Her. Perfume of cheap gasoline,
HERMÈS: He was alone.
Hey! It's a fresco!
High school newspaper, poetry club, drama society.
Highly portable, rich in protein,
His door's locked, but I could hear the keys clacking.
His epitaph will be taken verbatim from the stenciled shingle
His first drawings were facial composites based on eyewitness testimony.
His likeness, mass produced and shrink wrap packaged,
His need to fail is more powerful
His parents will receive a telephone call at midnight,
His writers line the spines of every good American library.
Hmm. The desire must be created.
Hold your fire! Hold your fire!
How about Roebuck Wright?
How and why?
How are you planning to kill me?
How can you be sure? It's so quick.
How does this pivotal piece come to find its way
How far did he fall?
How long are we meant to wait?
How long is he in for?
How the Commissaire and his elite team of experts and analysts
How'd you get out there?
How'd you learn to do it, by the way?
However, as it happened,
However, he's also that rare once in a generation guy
However, his mind, that exceptional machine for the detection
However, if you'll accept my signatory voucher, I assure you
However, this turn of events had forcefully rattled the cages
Hunger.
Hungry, restless, reckless.
I added an appendix.
I admire your bravery, Lieutenant.
I apologize, but I'm gonna
I asked to interview her.
I assure you, it's erotic.
I beg your pardon?
I beg your pardon.
I beg your pardon.
I believe that unit designates maximum security
I believe this to be
I can neither comprehend nor describe what occurs behind a kitchen door.
I can no longer envision myself as a grown up man in our parents' world.
I can only offer a deposit of, uh...
I can see that.
I can't.
I chose this life.
I could stick it back in, if you like.
I could use another year.
I couldn't agree less.
I deliberately choose to have neither husband nor children.
I did it. It's good! This is historic.
I did not know you were coming. They did not tell me.
I didn't intend to kill anybody.
I didn't see any barricades.
I don't even know how you'd peel them off. It's a fresco.
I don't know how to feel.
I don't know what to paint.
I don't mean the program.
I don't need remarks, do I?
I don't think so.
I don't want to buy this important piece for 50 cigarettes.
I drink 14 pints of mouthwash rations per week.
I found something new.
I give up. He's defeated us.
I gotta change my program.
I gotta go in a new direction.
I guess you know. It was a heart attack.
I had no one who cared to rescue me, and no one who cared to scold me.
I hate flowers.
I have a typographic memory.
I have always been content to enjoy the issue
I have so often shared the day's glittering discoveries with
I have so often...
I have to say something.
I just don't know.
I just wasn't
I knew how to reach him only because I wanted a job.
I know you mean well.
I like how ruthless you are.
I live by myself on purpose.
I made it sound like you, I think.
I mean from when we go home until retirement age.
I need a turkey.
I need background information so that we can do a book about you.
I never tasted that taste in my life.
I only asked to be fed,
I only asked you to proofread it 'cause I thought you'd be
I prefer relationships that end.
I recollect the written word with considerable accuracy and detail.
I refer, of course, to Upshur "Maw" Clampette.
I said part of what I wanted to say.
I said, "Don't criticize my manifesto." She said...
I saw you at the protest on top of a bookcase taking notes.
I should maintain journalistic neutrality.
I suppose I'll continue to be an attractive wastrel
I suppose I'm sad.
I surely am.
I think I'm going to poison myself to death
I think it stinks!
I think maybe it's gonna be a suicide.
I thought Morisot was supposed to be a professor of geological chemistry.
I thought so.
I thought you liked it.
I told her I was working on an article about you and your friends.
I told them not to invite Paul, by the way.
I trust you are already familiar with this genius.
I wanna buy it.
I want to pay you 250,000 francs in legal French tender.
I was in the middle of it. There's more.
I withdraw the remark.
I won't. It's too hard.
I would be very pleased to consider other submissions in the future.
I would start with Mr. Sazerac.
I'll answer your question out of sheer weariness,
I'll have a slice.
I'll have my drink now.
I'll pay you 500 francs minus the 250 I advanced for your bail,
I'm a foreigner, you know.
I'm Gigi, by the way. What's your name?
I'm going to kick your ass up and down this hobby room!
I'm gonna need art supplies.
I'm known to my intimates as a most forgetful man.
I'm literally a tortured artist.
I'm naked, Mrs. Krementz.
I'm not an old maid.
I'm not brave.
I'm not gonna tell you that. This is a felony.
I'm not killing anybody.
I'm not sad. My eyes hurt.
I'm one myself.
I'm reciting again.
I'm scared.
I'm speaking to the leader of the gang of kidnappers on the top floor.
I'm sure.
I'm told my father was really quite remarkable during the last war.
I'm working on the art.
I've already written 1,000 words.
I've ever seen.
I've never read my mother's books.
If anybody has something to say before it's too late?
If I refer to Mr. Howitzer, do you know who I mean?
If it exists.
If it is remotely within your power to resist the impulse,
If you must.
If you plastered it deep enough, it may last.
If you put away your powder puff for one minute, forgive me,
If, perhaps, a bit fancifully, in a comic strip
Illiterate until she was 20.
Immediately upon his death, quote...
Imported by the ranking bosses of the Ennui rackets
Impossible to imagine these students,
In a provincial fire department,
In East Asia, I picked up a rare, microbial, infectious gut parasite
In favor of a multi level shopping center and parking structure.
In his will, he stipulated that
In less than a fortnight.
In North Africa, I caught a bullet in the tail.
In order to facilitate the viewing in a timely fashion,
In other spheres, my powers of retention are distinctly impressionistic.
In particular, of course, the polyptych tableaux known as...
In quality of sentences per minute.
In short, the picture was a sensation.
In South America, I caught a chunk of high explosive shrapnel in the left wing.
In the adjoining annex on a charge of second degree sales tax evasion.
In the corner, Patrolman Maupassant.
In the Flop Quarter, students.
In the Hovel District,
In the lower abdominal cavity,
In the middle of the night right now,
In the mood to be
In the places we once called home.
In the steady current of the deep, dirty, magnificent river
In this case, a chicken coop jail cell for six days straight.
In this form, the avant garde assumed its place
Incarcerated in the lunatic section of the Ennui Prison Asylum,
Indeed, I'm jumping ahead, but in my own experience,
Indeed, she was Olympian in her ability to hold
Informally known as the Doorstop House.
Inspired wildly robust sales on the secondary market.
Intensely nourishing, and, if executed properly,
Into a reinforced cement aggregate gymnasium.
Into its unique position as a permanent installation here
Is somebody coming to take him away?
Is that true?
Is there a part of this ritual where you ask
Is there a story in us? For the people of Kansas.
Is this proper?
Is to get him to paint you a horse or a flower or a sinking battleship,
It all, in the end, leads to...
It began as a holiday.
It came to be known as the "Night of a Thousand Slugs."
It had also claimed the lives
It has exploded into symbolism
It is the solitary feast that has been very much like a comrade,
It is, perhaps, the most interesting contemplation of peripheral vision
It makes you more important.
It may prove necessary for us
It rained last night. Maybe the mud's still soft.
It was later revealed.
It was much more socially acceptable for a painter or a sculptor
It was my duty, and I may say, my privilege to catalogue,
It was my first week in Ennui when I suffered the misfortune
It was nigh impossible to locate,
It was only the convalescent Monsieur Nescaffier himself
It was supposed to be an article about a great chef.
It won't depress me. I should have studied harder.
It... It tightens a fellow up.
It's a little damp.
It's a lonely life, isn't it?
It's a recognized condition.
It's all Simone.
It's federal property.
It's me again.
It's not for sale.
It's only eight more weeks, Morisot, before we complete the program.
It's part of your beauty, I think.
It's probably a turning point in the evolution of human pictography.
It's ready.
It's supposed to be charming.
It's three years later.
It's torture.
It's true. I should maintain journalistic neutrality,
Its slanty rooftops.
January.
Julian Cadazio, nevertheless, had an eye for something,
JULIAN: Any words of introduction?
JULIAN: Mmm.
JULIAN: Moses, are you here?
JULIAN: My dear Mrs. Clampette, Maw, if I may,
Junior researcher, cub reporter, assistant editor.
Just give him a chance.
Just more clear, more concise,
Just permit me to dog ear the page. Mentally.
Known as Gastronomie Gendarmique.
Krementz,
KREMENTZ: "Then, a reddening and swelling of the orbital muscles."
KREMENTZ: (IN ENGLISH) He is not an invincible comet
KREMENTZ: (IN ENGLISH) One thing is now finally clear,
KREMENTZ: Additional sentence at bottom of page
KREMENTZ: Come in!
KREMENTZ: Five years later, I, myself, translated
KREMENTZ: Local news reports aggressive crowd control methods...
KREMENTZ: March 10th.
KREMENTZ: March 15th.
KREMENTZ: March 5th.
KREMENTZ: Start without me.
KREMENTZ: The kids did this.
KREMENTZ: There followed, a brisk, unpredictable tit for tat.
KREMENTZ: Uh huh.
KREMENTZ: What will normal reality be?
Late supper at the B's.
Late that night while I slept?
Lay dead or mortally wounded.
Let us take a sight seeing tour.
Let's start with the typos.
Let's write it together.
Lieutenant Nescaffier.
Like a bitter, moldy, peppery,
Like every living city,
Like Maw Clampette of Liberty, Kansas.
Like my cousins on both sides of the family.
Like, at a wedding.
Lock the door.
Loneliness.
Look at her, by the way.
Look at them!
Louise de la Villatte. You can call her Maman.
Love.
MAN 2: (IN ENGLISH) As you know by now,
MAN: Can the faculty succeed if the students fail?
MAN: Monsieur Cadazio?
MAN: Pray your prayers! CADET: Sir!
March 30th.
Marching alongside his comrades.
Marconi Brutelli, the Mediterranean anarchist.
Marvelously flavorful.
Maw, nobody has an eye for things nobody has ever seen
Maw? An advance against the total sum?
May I keep it?
May I test you?
Maybe one of them restoration fellers out at the Fondazione dell'Arte Classico
Maybe we could think up some other way to punish him?
Maybe with good luck,
Maybe you're sad, but you don't seem lonely to me.
Maybe.
Me, too.
Meal plan blockade of the undergraduate cafeteria.
Meanwhile, Rosenthaler continued to work in confinement.
Mental illness.
Might, perhaps, have been omitted from the annals of art history,
Miguel Sebastian Maria Moisés de Rosenthaler
Missing something left behind.
Mitch Mitch released to parental custody.
Mitch Mitch Simca's poetic interpretation of his National Duty obligation service.
Mitch Mitch was arrested for Desertion and Desecration,
MITCH MITCH: What?
Modern art?
Modern art. Our specialty, starting now.
Monsieur Albert, accountant to the demi monde
Monsieur Nescaffier began his mysterious ritual.
Monsieur Nescaffier made his name and reputation.
Monsieur Nescaffier, even during his apprenticeship
Morisot, what do you want to be?
MORISOT: A protestor.
MORISOT: I won't do it.
Morisot! He went out the window!
Morisot's crying.
Moses Rosenthaler, for acts of extreme valor,
Moses Rosenthaler?
Most dishes are served pre cut. Nothing crunchy.
MR. B.: (IN ENGLISH) We don't want you to be alone.
Mr. Moses Rosenthaler.
MRS. B.: Loneliness is a kind of poverty.
Mrs. Clampette would like to put the piece on hold.
Music!
My employer, at that time, received the intriguing summons
My father owned the paper, of course.
My favorite piece is the one about the cook,
My great comfort and fortification.
My mother?
My name is Moses.
My point. You see the girl in it?
My son needs a snack.
My uncles and I have squandered to get to this point of no return?
Negotiations between undergraduates and the university administration
Nescaffier only gets one line of dialogue.
Nescaffier, back in the field for the first time in six years,
Nescaffier.
Never ask a man why.
Never mind.
Never.
Nevertheless, Cadazio and his uncles were unanimous in their decision
Next week, next month, whenever, if ever,
No crying.
No crying.
No matter what you told her, anyway.
No one at all.
No, not at all. Not at all.
No.
Normally associated with campsites and schoolrooms,
Not entirely pleasant,
Not now. I'm conducting a job interview.
Not sure when Zeffirelli had the chance to write it.
November.
Now, a woman of considerable property.
Obliterated 1,000 years of Republican authority
October.
Of a disgraceful proportion of innocent citizens.
Of an artist's talent without unveiling the secrets of the chisel
Of being arrested in a drinking establishment
Of course, silly goose. "Meanwhile."
Of course. Arthur Howitzer, Jr.
Of course. Of course.
Of grammatical expertise.
Of his almost superhuman stomach.
Of his comfortable background and replaced them with...
Of his long prison sentence.
Of his own ancient city.
Of Mr. Moses Rosenthaler's extremely exciting new work,
Of negotiation with a team of highly paid, arrogant, obnoxious advocates.
Of Reactionary Neo liberal Society.
Of the best expatriate journalists of his time
Of the Commissaire de la Police Municipale.
Of the denizens of the criminal underworld.
Of the grand edifice was hypothetically indicated on a floorplan
Of the highest order is buried at his side,
Of the type of vacuum flask
Often engraved with the arcane mottoes
Oh, I have no choice. I'll work for my father's glass factory.
Oh, no. What has he done?
Oh, you don't want remarks?
Oh.
Okay.
Old people who have failed.
Old people.
On one occasion, he grabbed me and put me in there,
On Physics Department rooftop.
On the fringes of the Flop Quarter
On three overlapping dramatic timelines,
One privately blind writer who wrote keenly through the eyes of others.
One reporter known as the best living writer
One way to tell if a modern artist actually knows what he's doing
One who never completed a single article,
One.
Only for the sake of argument.
Only the names remain unchanged.
Ooh.
Open the champagne! I did it.
Or even spoken the word, during his entire young lifetime.
Or if you find yourself in Ennui...
Or Nescaffier himself?
Or perhaps, a welcome to our wonderful guests, some of whom
Or something that's actually supposed to look like
Or the turpentine.
Or walk around with a black eye or a broken tooth and so on.
Or, alternatively, just, I don't know.
Or, anyway, will you proofread it? My parents think you're a good writer.
Otherwise,
Ouch.
Paint this kind of picture.
Pans, and sauce pots
Patrolman Maupassant,
PAUL: How do you do?
Perhaps apocryphal, was simply this...
Perhaps the doubtful old maxim speaks true.
Perhaps, you fail to grasp
Personally attacked each other for two decades and more.
Physical danger.
Physically or metaphorically?
Pigeon blood.
Piles of garbage, uncollected. Schools on strike.
Please join us for the first display
Please rely on my operatives to organize any and all details
Please turn away. I feel shy about my new muscles.
Please.
Plus footnotes, endnotes, a glossary, and two epilogues.
Plus one small, resourceful prisoner,
Poetic, not necessarily in a bad way. Reads as follows...
Poor baby.
Powdered eggs.
Precisely. He's a Renaissance master of the highest order.
Preferably moonlit, city. In my case, Ennui, France.
Printer's District 9 2211.
Propaganda Committee erects pirate radio tower
Provided by explosiveskull https://twitter.com/kaboomskull
Provided on the back of the carte de dégustation...
Psst, Mitch Mitch. Psst.
Psst, Mitch Mitch. What do you wanna be?
Psst.
Public transportation, suspended.
Published the following week.
Put it this way, this isn't the first manifesto I've proofread.
Question is, what's your price?
Quiet food.
Quiet, please!
Rapists and pickpockets. It's unethical.
Read this. Give me 300 words.
Received his freedom with probation for life.
Recollection of two memories.
Regret can you offer for beheading these men?
Release or execute the Abacus
Remember, in those days, as you know,
Respectfully, I submit...
Responding to an infrequently illuminated signal,
Ribboned into the Commissaire's nostrils,
Roebuck Wright.
ROEBUCK: (IN ENGLISH) And he was in a condition of dire calorific depletion.
ROEBUCK: (IN ENGLISH) Blasé oyster soup.
ROEBUCK: (IN ENGLISH) But succeed they did.
ROEBUCK: (IN ENGLISH) The change was instantaneous.
ROEBUCK: A delicious irony.
ROEBUCK: A magnificent city park pigeon hash.
ROEBUCK: But Nescaffier survived,
ROEBUCK: During a lull in the skirmish, an ancient concierge,
ROEBUCK: Even as the faintest hints of the aromas of the great chef's kitchen
ROEBUCK: I understand. The assignment was perfectly clear.
ROEBUCK: I'd never met the man.
ROEBUCK: It is in part.
ROEBUCK: Perhaps the most stirring and startling phenomenon
ROEBUCK: Required, of course, to sample each item,
ROEBUCK: The Commissaire adored Gigi with all his voluminous heart.
ROEBUCK: The getaway and eventual motor pursuit was rendered vividly,
ROEBUCK: Three.
Rosenthaler could be quite unpredictably impulsive.
ROSENTHALER: (IN ENGLISH) This thing?
ROSENTHALER: I wanna say it as simple as I can.
ROSENTHALER: Mmm hmm.
ROSENTHALER: Permission to sign up for activity privileges, gardienne.
ROSENTHALER: The first bartender was an accident.
ROSENTHALER: Throw the switch.
Sans Blague coffee license revoked by official decree.
Sauces are dehydrated and ground to a powder to avoid spillage
Sazerac,
SAZERAC: All grand beauties
SAZERAC: Ennui rises suddenly on a Monday.
SAZERAC: That's him.
Scratched and plastered
Scripture, mythology, folklore, true crime, false crime,
Seeking something missing.
Self reflection is a vice best conducted in private or not at all.
Selling it. If you don't wish to sell it, don't paint it.
September.
Served in shells of its own meringue.
Shackle grease.
Shall I carry on?
She and Rosenthaler maintained a regular correspondence
She exhibited very little vulnerability to extremes of heat or cold.
She genuinely enjoyed the smell of turpentine
She had given birth in her youth,
She thinks it's ready, by the way.
She was more than a muse.
She was reunited with the estranged child to whom
She's angry. She's a very good writer.
She's confused. She wants to help us.
She's not an old maid. She's not in love with me.
She's our friend. I'm her friend.
She's Simone.
She's the best of them.
Shoes!
Shortlisted twice, Best Essays.
Should she choose to finalize the sale,
Shrink the masthead, cut some ads, and tell the foreman to buy more paper.
Shut up.
Simone liked to stand still.
Simone travelled far and wide.
Simone, Naked. Cell Block J. Hobby Room is probably a masterpiece
Simone, Naked. Cell Block J. Hobby Room.
Simone, of course, refused all Rosenthaler's entreaties of marriage,
Sing me a lullaby.
So what?
So, finish it, whatever it is.
So, you are.
So, you've got 1,000 words already, huh?
Someone told me you have a photographic memory.
Something about the captivity of others
Sometimes.
Son of a newspaper publisher, founder of this magazine.
Sort of.
Sounds like Morse code.
Speeding on its guided arc
Spicy, oily kind of
Squalor.
Stalled trains, stalled buses,
Stetson, Spinster, and Hieronymus Von Altman,
Still in my body,
Stop bickering. Go make love.
Stop.
STORY EDITOR: A largely unread Sunday supplement
Strikingly, the artist favored raw materials sourced
Stuffed and roasted on a table with all the trimmings and pilgrims!
Succeeded so swiftly in determining the location of the kidnappers' lair...
Supposedly, he's a psychotic, by the way.
Surely, there ought to be a double standard
Take a pew.
Take me at my word.
Take the wheel!
TALK SHOW HOST: Do you remember where you placed the bookmark?
Tell them stingy Frenchmen I ain't making no promises.
Ten Reinforced Cement Aggregate Load Bearing Murals.
Than our strongest desires to help him succeed.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thanks to the extreme fortitude,
That 48 year period of my life, I mean. That's what I won't do.
That flows night and day through the veins and arteries
That hurts me.
That I was shot at and hand grenaded against my will.
That you hear about, but never get the chance to discover for yourself.
That's a given.
That's a rare thing at my age.
That's how I started.
That's no answer.
That's not his fault.
That's the best part of the whole thing.
That's the reason for it to be written.
The Abacus ate well that morning.
The anguillettes which colonized its shallow drainage canals.
The anti n****.
The arts, high and low, fashion, fancy cuisine, fine drink,
The automobile.
The brain works that way.
The bribes alone are going to be outrageous,
The Cadazios, of course, represented them all.
The chauffeur hated radishes, too.
THE CHAUFFEUR: Is it an underling
The chef ate the deathly poison.
The Christ Before God's Heavenly Altar in 1565.
The Commissaire and his only son,
THE COMMISSAIRE: (INHALES) Mmm.
THE COMMISSAIRE: And this is my son, Gigi, in the crime lab smock.
THE COMMISSAIRE: This is my oldest friend, Chou fleur.
The cruelty of it. The cold bloodedness.
The curse of the homosexual.
The dangerous accidents, the constant traffic, the high...
The drink, a milky, purplish aperitif,
The editorial offices will be vacated and sold.
The emission of toxic fumes and filthy exhaust pollution,
The Ennui Salon.
The exhibition, Ashtrays, Pots, and Macramé,
The famous Lucinda. Hello.
The feelings in my heart.
The flashback scene in Act Two of Goodbye, Zeffirelli.
The following events came to pass.
The French Dispatch, previously known as Picnic.
The French Splatter school Action group.
The future.
The ghost story, the picaresque, the bildungsroman.
The girls' dormitory uprising.
The girls' dormitory.
The great city began as a cluster
The great painter at the vanguard
The half sticker?
The honking, skidding, speeding, sputtering, and backfiring.
The International Pavilion at the Liberty, Kansas State Fair,
The Jocks had us, the Bookworms, until Mitch Mitch failed the baccalaureate
The law abiding community's hopes for an accelerated resolution
The novels, the essays, the poems, the plays...
The Nuts had the Bolts. The Sticks had the Stones.
The other being reserved for firearms and paperwork.
The point is, he could paint this beautifully if he wanted,
The protest which ended in a stalemate...
The publisher's obituary will also serve as that of this publication.
The question is, who gets killed?
The rats which colonized
The right of free access to the girls' dormitory
The Royal Exposition.
The second one was self defense.
The show is in two weeks.
The skylight window of the makeshift nursery
The staff will be paid ample bonuses and released from their contracts,
The story begins in a mess hall.
The thing that it's actually supposed to look like.
The tools of the trade, I suppose.
The toxic salts in the radishes...
The two greatest deterrents to any woman's attempt
The unrequited valentines. Sadly, I do.
Their slogan...
Then you should study our resolutions.
There is a particular sad beauty
There was a table set for me.
There's a strike at the morgue.
There's one piece too many even if we print another double issue,
There's something wrong
They are answering their parents.
They had a flavor.
They had it coming.
They inspired and very often
They say it's the smells you finally don't forget.
They were both aware of Simone's intention
This city is full of us, isn't it?
This here's a fresco, t'weren't it?
This is all off the record. Everything. My whole life.
This is not an official meeting.
This is not in the article, by the way.
Though the infamous Ennui gang war
Though the suite of rooms on the penultimate floor
Three dangling participles, two split infinitives
Three months in the Mustard Region.
Through the production of a series of travelogue columns
Through the time machine of poetic license,
Throughout the free world.
Throw the switch, you cocksucker.
Thus, we began the long journey from Liberty to Ennui.
Tip top with Charvet.
To be published for local readers in the Sunday Picnic magazine.
To be relocated onboard a Goliath aviation 12 engine artillery transport
To deliver an enigmatic message.
To feed you and all your accomplices.
To fund his transatlantic passage as an educational opportunity
To hit another fellow with a chair or even a brick
To learn the family business
To leave her position
To live by and for writing.
To prepare the prisoner an omelette à la policier,
To promote the artist as his exclusive brokers
To publish either of these specific pieces,
To start...
To surreptitiously gain access to the facility
To the Liberty, Kansas Evening Sun.
To try to shape it into words.
To your satisfaction?
Totally guilty of first degree homicide, any way you slice it.
Totally unfamiliar to me.
Toward the outer reaches of the galaxy in cosmic space time.
Toward the outer reaches of the galaxy in cosmic space time.
Trained at the École des Antiquités at significant family expense.
Trust me, she's there.
Try to make it sound like you wrote it that way on purpose.
Two.
Uh huh.
Uh, air bubbles in the radiator pipes. It's pressurized.
Uh, meaning, I refer to the, uh, pigment locker
Unexpected guest finally arrives. Looks like hell.
Unless we try the patience of your viewership,
Unsolved cases.
Until five minutes before incur of massive overdue book fines.
Upon the plains of Central Kansas.
Vaguely, maybe.
Vast country.
Vaugirard. What's your plan?
Very sad.
Veteran of two wars, limped across the street
Violent pack of creative savages.
WAITER: For myself?
Was convoluted but functional.
Was permanently revoked
Was she upset?
Was to be mortally broken.
Was to remain on hold under the name Upshur Clampette
We all know this man is a murderer.
We already ate.
We already printed the invitations.
We asked for 2,500 words, and she came in at 14,000,
We await your confirmation with cheerful anticipation.
We didn't mean to offend you.
We get the chance to experience it again.
We have kidnapped your son
We have to accept it.
We need to draft something. Who wants it?
We should be ashamed to even gather in her presence.
We'll come and see it again one day.
We'll find what eluded us
We're coming in.
We're done with flowers and fruit bowls.
We're finished with beaches and seascapes.
We're getting out of armor, rugs, and tapestries, too.
We're in a maximum security prison, Maw.
We've got a file.
We've made you the most famous painter alive
Well done, Moses.
Well done, Moses. This has a greatness to it.
Well known to the companionless foreigner
Well,
Well, anyway, don't cut it.
Well, be that as it may,
Well, don't answer, because we're not asking.
Well, I did cut something he told me. It made me too sad.
Well, I've been here 3,647 days and nights.
Well, that's your bedtime story, ladies. Lights out!
Well, we're still constructing them.
Well...
Were delivered to the drunk tank at 3:00 a.m.
Were the station house and the squad car.
What am I supposed to do now?
What are you doing?
What are you stealing from my personal records?
What are you writing?
What color eyes do you have?
What demonstration of genuine remorse, or, at the very least,
What did he say?
What did she want? Did you tell her I was here?
What did you say?
What do they want? To defend their illusions.
What do we do?
What do you think?
What do you want to be, Mitch Mitch?
What do you want to paint?
What happens next?
What sounds will punctuate the night?
What was our cause?
What was the charge?
What's that noise?
What's this part?
What's wrong with you? Go back to work.
What's your name, gardienne?
When I met him, he was a girlish little schoolboy
When the hour he was released from prison...
Where do you bank?
Where does she spend her summers?
Where the artist currently resides.
Where the kidnappers get poisoned.
Which he delivered warm,
Which I, myself, have not yet been permitted to see.
Which is you.
Which makes me feel
Which occupies the attic quarters jimmied ajar.
Which saved the lives of nine guards, 22 distinguished visitors,
Which was very nearly burned to the ground.
Which we can't afford under any circumstances.
Which, during the subsequent 60 second interval,
Which, we are told, were frequent
While he digs a latrine trench in the rain with a tin cup?
Who are you...
Who gave you permission to besmirch our friend?
Who hope to see themselves like this.
Who painted this picture?
Who retained the presence of mind
Who was that?
Who was with him?
Who were they?
Who? What? Where? When? How? Valid questions,
Why are we crying?
Why are you sitting in a wheelchair like an invalid?
Why didn't you tell me, gardienne?
Why do you keep looking at that guard?
Why should we put you back on the street?
Why the fuck did she say fresco?
Why?
Why?
Widely celebrated, as you know,
Widely not considered a great connoisseur,
Widowered and motherless, left the colony where the boy was born,
Will be remitted to your account within 90 days.
Will be sold like bubblegum to the hero inspired
Will she still remember the taste of my tool on the tip of her tongue?
Will that make you be satisfied?
Will this amount be acceptable to you and your uncles?
With a deep, unbridled passion,
With my grades, I'll be an assistant pharmacist.
With ringlets and a full set of teeth.
With the stake out picnic and paddy wagon snack,
Withhold their deepest secrets.
Witnessed over the trajectory of that protracted dinner date was this...
Worth a significant, even exorbitant, sum of money.
Wrapped in a day old search warrant.
Write down the recipe.
Wrong slide. That's me.
Wrote the school song. Words and music.
Yes, I've read you. In the magazine.
Yes, it is.
Yes, please.
Yes.
Yet you refuse to show us so much as a sketch or a study
Yet you remember
You already repeat it later.
You could cut the second half of the second paragraph, by the way.
You danced to the Craze and the Lait Chaud.
You decapitated two bartenders with a meat saw.
You don't think it's almost too seedy this time?
You don't want to add a flower shop
You finished my manifesto without me.
You fucking asshole.
You homicidal, suicidal, psychopathic, no talent drunk!
You might realize you're all in this together.
You said what you wanted to say. I tried to stop you. That's it.
You see, people may or may not be mildly threatened
You should be dancing on the tables! It's a triumph!
You wore your hairdo in the Pompidou, the Crouton, or the Fruits de Mer.
You. Soap scent of drugstore shampoo,
You'll already still be here, of course.
You're a very bright girl, Juliette.
You're an art school course.
You're an encyclopedia entry.
You're fired.
You're gonna be in there another few hours before they process you out.
You're not a criminal. You're just a mixed up showgirl.
You're supposed to be in the Mustard Region
You've ruined us!
You've written about food.
You've written about the American n****, the French intellectual,
Young lady,
Your beard is scratching me.
Your slang mixed bits of Latin with philosophy jargon and manual signaling.
Your writing samples are good. I re read them in the taxi.
Yours most truly, Cadazio Uncles and Nephew Galerie concern.
ZEFFIRELLI: (IN ENGLISH) Every clique had a rival.
ZEFFIRELLI: (IN ENGLISH) I feel shy about my new muscles.
ZEFFIRELLI: (IN ENGLISH) The next morning,
ZEFFIRELLI: Good evening.
ZEFFIRELLI: I'm expected back on the barricades.
ZEFFIRELLI: Post script to a burst appendix.
Zeffirelli!
10 miles from the geographical center of the United States.
16 brothers and sisters.
50 cigarettes.
83 centimes, one candied chestnut, and four cigarettes.
"The promotion of..." (MUSIC STOPS)
(ALL COUGHING) MR. B.: Don't breathe.
(BICYCLE BELL RINGS) (BICYCLE WHEELS WHIRRING)
(BLADE SLASHING) (MAN SCREAMS)
(BONES CRUNCH) (MAN GROANS)
(CATS YOWLING) The cats which colonized
(CLANGING) (SAZERAC GRUNTS)
(CLATTERING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (GROANS)
(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (WHIMPERS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) It remains to be seen.
(GIGI SNIFFLES) (SOBBING)
(GIGI STRUGGLING) (OBJECTS CLATTERING)
(GLASS RATTLES) (MEN QUARELLING)
(GRUNTS) Is that what you want?
(GUNFIRE) ...in use on street today. Quote...
(GUNFIRE) (TIRES SCREECHING)
(GUNSHOT) (WOMAN SCREAMS)
(IN ENGLISH) I'm sorry? (SPEAKING FRENCH)
(KNOCK AT DOOR) (DOOR OPENS)
(LOW INDISTINCT CHATTER) MAN: Martin... Martin...
(PEOPLE CLAMORING) (AUCTIONEER GAVEL BANGING)
(PUNCHES LANDING) (MAN SCREAMS)
(ROSENTHALER GRUNTS) (CRASHING)
(SHATTERS) Get out of that wheelchair!
(SIREN BLARING) His schoolrooms
(TRAIN BRAKES) (RINGS BICYCLE BELL)
(WHISTLE BLOWS) (GUNS FIRING)
(WINDOW OPENS) (WIND WHOOSHING)
Am I too old? Of course you are.
and seek havoc. (KIDS YELLING)
ARTHUR: Don't rush him. (MEN MURMURING)
Because it's sad. (SPEAKS FRENCH)
Cocktails. Oui, monsieur.
Did she agree? Yes, of course.
Dîner. Dîner.
every word you ever wrote. Hmm.
Ha. Ha, yourself.
He's defeated us. Sad, but there it is.
He's very intelligent. (SPEAKS FRENCH)
His first words were in Morse code. (BEEPING)
Hmm, write what? ALL: The obituary.
hold you to it... Torture.
I beg your pardon? Forgive me. Uh...
I don't get it. Of course you don't.
I don't wanna do that. It's mandatory.
I haven't even prepared a speech. Say something.
Is he dead? I don't know.
Is that true? That is false.
its subterranean railroad. (RATS SQUEAKING)
MR. B.: Ah. Paul Duval. Lucinda Krementz.
MR. B.: We don't think that. (SPEAKS FRENCH)
No mail, no milk. (TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)
No what? Will you... No.
No, I don't. For decent people.
No, it isn't. It is, yes. It is.
No, it isn't. Yes, it is.
No, it isn't. Yes, it is.
No. I'll be brief.
Now, he looks like a corpse. (CHUCKLES)
of tradesmen's villages. (RINGS BICYCLE BELL)
or an art museum? No, I don't.
Please. Forgive me.
Radiant. (AUDIENCE GASPS)
Reading birthday telegrams. (LIGHTER CLICKS)
ROSENTHALER: 75. Or 75 of prison currency.
ROSENTHALER: What do you mean? Tell the group about yourself.
Sazerac? Impossible to fact check.
Shh! Who said "shh"?
SIMONE: I don't love you. I love you.
Someone has to take over. CADET: It's normal.
the Southern romantic... And the anti n****.
They know me already. That's not the point.
to the crisis had been renewed. (WHISTLE BLOWS)
We all do. Bonsoir, monsieur.
We're sorry. (SPEAKING FRENCH)
Well, I think it's utterly wonderful. It's crucial!
What did she say? She nodded.
What does he mean? I don't know.
What? I don't love you.
What'd he say? He said, "A protestor."
Why are you crying? Tear gas.
Why is this good? It isn't good. Wrong idea.
Will you marry me? No.
with your apartment. (EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE)
Yeah. What about you, Morisot?
Yes. Why?
You were right. Yeah.
You're joking. No, I'm not.
Your cousins are the best. I love your cousins.
Your mother. My mother.
...if you'll agree.
...returning to their obedient classrooms.
"All such queries were to remain unanswered
"and the throat spasms and constricts."
"Do students of the table dream in flavors?
"Finally, a barrage of searing pain as snot pours from the nostrils
"had diligently prepared in advance of his encounter
"in the course of that eventful evening."
"It begins with a prickly tingling of the exposed skin."
"known as the Rognure d'Ongle.
"Meanwhile, across the street..."
"Not my fight. Stay out of it, Lucinda. Keep your mouth shut."
"Pick pockets, dead bodies, prisons, urinals..."
"Police cooking" began
"ranking chef at District Headquarters on the narrow river peninsula
"Rats, vermin, gigolos, streetwalkers."
"Revisions to a Manifesto. Page four, asterisk one.
"That was the first of the questions a reporter for this magazine
"The children are grumpy."
"Winter Crimewave" had eradicated a healthy number of thugs and hooligans,
"with Lieutenant Nescaffier,
"You are a guest at this manifestation.
(ALL CLAMORING)
(ALL MURMURING)
(ALL MURMURING)
(APPLAUSE)
(BEDSPRINGS SQUEAKING)
(BEEPING STOPS)
(BEEPING)
(BEEPING)
(BELL RINGS)
(BELL RINGS)
(BELL RINGS)
(BELL RINGS)
(BELL RINGS)
(BELL TINKLES)
(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)
(BONES CRACK)
(BONES CRACKING)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(BOTH SINGING)
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(CADETS WHISPERING PRAYERS)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(CAR ENGINE STOPS)
(CATS MEOWING)
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(CHAIN CLINKING)
(CHATTERING IN FRENCH)
(CHATTERING IN FRENCH)
(CHUCKLING) Anyway, we're here.
(CLICKING)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
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(DOG BARKS)
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(FIREWORKS BURSTING)
(FIREWORKS CONTINUE)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
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(GASPS) Quiet, please!
(GATE OPENS)
(GATE OPENS)
(GLASS CLATTERS)
(GROWLING)
(GROWLING)
(GROWLING)
(GROWLING)
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(GRUNTS)
(GUARD CHEWING LOUDLY)
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(GUNFIRE)
(GUNS FIRING)
(GUNS FIRING)
(GUNS FIRING)
(GUNSHOT)
(HISSING)
(IN ENGLISH) Are you asleep?
(IN ENGLISH) Citizen 7524, address the class.
(IN ENGLISH) Do you like it?
(IN ENGLISH) Easy for you to say from the comfort of the Sans Blague.
(IN ENGLISH) Grown ups.
(IN ENGLISH) He was sent to the Mustard Region
(IN ENGLISH) How dare you?
(IN ENGLISH) I inscribed it to you.
(IN ENGLISH) I'll be right back.
(IN ENGLISH) It's just fireworks.
(IN ENGLISH) Kindly leave me my dignity.
(IN ENGLISH) Look at Maw, she's mesmerized.
(IN ENGLISH) Me, too. Except for Mrs. Krementz.
(IN ENGLISH) Mitch Mitch, what are you doing here?
(IN ENGLISH) Mr. Wright, may I present my mother
(IN ENGLISH) Of course you're not.
(IN ENGLISH) Our move. The mayor's waiting.
(IN ENGLISH) Please excuse me, Mrs. Krementz.
(IN ENGLISH) So, how long has it been since what's his name?
(IN ENGLISH) That was impolite. Of me.
(IN ENGLISH) They can live together.
(IN ENGLISH) We thought you might decline the invitation if we warned you.
(IN ENGLISH) What page you on?
(IN ENGLISH) What's your problem?
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(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(KEYS JINGLE)
(KIDS CHATTERING AND LAUGHING)
(KIDS YELLING)
(KIDS YELLING)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(LIGHTER CLOSES)
(LINE BEEPS)
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
(LOCK CLICKS)
(LOW INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(MALE OFFICER OVER RADIO IN FRENCH)
(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH OVER PHONE)
(MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO)
(MAN SPEAKS FRENCH ON SPEAKERS)
(MAN SPEAKS FRENCH ON SPEAKERS)
(MAN SPEAKS FRENCH ON SPEAKERS)
(MEN MURMURING)
(MEN MURMURING)
(MEN MURMURING)
(MEN MURMURING)
(MOUTHING) Simone.
(MR. AND MRS. B. CLEAR THROATS)
(MUFFLED CONVERSATION)
(MUNCHING CONTINUES)
(MUNCHING CONTINUES)
(MUNCHING)
(MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC RESUMES)
(OLD TIMEY SONG PLAYING)
(OPERATOR SPEAKING FRENCH OVER PHONE)
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
(PAINTBRUSH CLATTERS)
(PAINTBRUSH SCRAPING)
(PAINTBRUSH SCRAPING)
(PAINTBRUSH SCRAPING)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)
(POPS LIPS) No further questions.
(PRISONERS SHOUTING)
(PRISONERS YELLING)
(RAIN PATTERING OUTSIDE)
(RATTLES)
(READING UNDERBREATH)
(READING UNDERBREATH)
(REPLIES IN FRENCH)
(ROEBUCK CLEARS THROAT)
(SCREAMS)
(SHIP HORN BLOWS)
(SHOOING IN FRENCH)
(SHOOS)
(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
(SHOUTS) Well, I am upset!
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(SIGHS)
(SINGING IN FRENCH)
(SIREN BLARING IN DISTANCE)
(SIREN BLARING)
(SIREN BLARING)
(SIREN BLARING)
(SNAPS FINGERS)
(SNAPS FINGERS)
(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYING)
(SOFTLY) They had a flavor.
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(SPEAKS FRENCH)
(SPITS)
(STATIC ON RADIO)
(SWEARS IN FRENCH)
(SWEARS IN FRENCH)
(SWITCH CLICKS)
(SWITCH CLICKS)
(SWITCH CLICKS)
(SWITCH CLICKS)
(TAPPING CONTINUES)
(TAPPING ON METAL)
(THE CHAUFFEUR GRUNTS)
(THE COMMISSAIRE SPEAKING FRENCH)
(THE COMMISSAIRE SPEAKING FRENCH)
(THUDS)
(THUDS)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(TICKING)
(TIRES SCREECH)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(TRAIN PASSING BY)
(TUTTING)
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
(TYPEWRITER CONTINUES CLACKING)
(TYPEWRITER DINGS)
(UPBEAT FRENCH SONG PLAYING)
(WATER SLOSHING)
(WATER SPLASHES)
(WEAKLY) Help...
(WHIMPERING) Really?
(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)
(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(YELLS IN FRUSTRATION)
(YELPS)
{\an8}"Breakfast, lunch, dinner, laundry, nightcap, midnight snack."
{\an8}"Pencils, pens, erasers, thumbtacks,
{\an8}"pushpins, typewriter repairman."
{\an8}(BELL TOLLING)
{\an8}(CLOCK TICKING)
{\an8}(GIRLS GASP)
{\an8}(HORN HONKS)
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) I beg your pardon.
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) I think so. By definition.
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) I'm sorry.
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) May I interrupt with a question?
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) Mrs. Krementz suggested it, actually. The appendix.
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) Our move.
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) Polished it. Certain passages.
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) Sure you're not a child?
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) Thank you.
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) Then learn to accept an apology. That's important.
{\an8}(IN ENGLISH) Which prisoners?
{\an8}(JULIETTE SPEAKS FRENCH)
{\an8}(MAN SCOFFS)
{\an8}(MAN SPEAKS FRENCH ON SPEAKERS)
{\an8}(MEN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE)
{\an8}(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)
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{\an8}(THE COMMISSAIRE SPEAKING FRENCH)
{\an8}(THE COMMISSAIRE SPEAKING FRENCH)
{\an8}(THE COMMISSAIRE SPEAKING FRENCH)
{\an8}(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
{\an8}(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
{\an8}(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)
{\an8}(WOMAN SPEAKING FRENCH)
{\an8}a group show of handicrafts by amateur artisans
{\an8}A willow hamper containing umpteen pins,
{\an8}about what happened between me and Moses
{\an8}Add it up.
{\an8}And fresh cream of millet as a binding agent.
{\an8}and the observation of that work by a fellow inmate,
{\an8}as the great exemplar of the mode of cuisine
{\an8}at a seaside inn 20 years ago. We were lovers.
{\an8}Berensen,
{\an8}BERENSEN: Because I had to go there to write it.
{\an8}BERENSEN: Don't ask me to be indiscreet
{\an8}BERENSEN: Yes, please.
{\an8}by which time the magazine's circulation exceeds
{\an8}Courtesy of this magazine.
{\an8}Criminal violence.
{\an8}for the pimple cream and wet dream contingent.
{\an8}half a million subscribers in 50 countries.
{\an8}He is fanatically celebrated among cooks, cops, and capitaines,
{\an8}I went back to remember.
{\an8}It was, I suppose, wonderfully obvious.
{\an8}JULIAN: (IN ENGLISH) Tell them we don't bribe
{\an8}KREMENTZ: ...gave the superficial appearance of a vanity exercise
{\an8}KREMENTZ: (IN ENGLISH) Father chanced upon him midday,
{\an8}KREMENTZ: (IN ENGLISH) I am convinced they are better than we were.
{\an8}KREMENTZ: (IN ENGLISH) In spite of the purity of their cause,
{\an8}KREMENTZ: (IN ENGLISH) Remind myself,
{\an8}KREMENTZ: March 1st.
{\an8}later demolished, as you can see,
{\an8}March.
{\an8}minced lamb bon bons in pastry wrappers.
{\an8}Must be nearly six months ago, I guess. My sisters were still 12, anyway.
{\an8}not to mention squealers, stoolies, and snitches,
{\an8}On my dime.
{\an8}on the occasion of his funeral,
{\an8}On this site, a fabled market,
{\an8}or the esteemed spokesmen for Gemini tooth powder?
{\an8}Pick pocket Cul de Sac.
{\an8}plaques, and official citations
{\an8}Poached with plums from the mayor's rooftop arbor.
{\an8}Rather, he is a boy who will die young.
{\an8}ROEBUCK: ...tabac pudding with quadruple cream.
{\an8}ROEBUCK: (IN ENGLISH) Kidneys.
{\an8}ROEBUCK: (IN ENGLISH) Next...
{\an8}ROEBUCK: (IN ENGLISH) Then...
{\an8}ROEBUCK: I'd arrived insufficiently early.
{\an8}serving a 50 year sentence for the crime of double homicide,
{\an8}split into factions before fully uniting in first place.
{\an8}The Bootblack District.
{\an8}The Bricklayer's Quarter.
{\an8}The Butcher's Arcade.
{\an8}The chessboard revolution.
{\an8}THE COMMISSAIRE: Well, say hello to Mr. Wright.
{\an8}the Levantine art dealer Mr. Julian Cadazio,
{\an8}the students, nevertheless,
{\an8}The touching narcissism of the young.
{\an8}to create a free, borderless, utopian civilization,
{\an8}under a single vast, glass and cast iron canopy,
{\an8}vending all forms of victuals and comestibles
{\an8}What is wrong with the desk right here in your office?
{\an8}who, by fateful coincidence, happened to be imprisoned
{\an8}Why am I paying for a hotel room at a beach club on the North Atlantic coast?
{\an8}You're sure?
{\an8}ZEFFIRELLI: It was another time. It was another Ennui.

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