Irma la Douce
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:05:01
Five dollars. Actually,
I don't even know my real name.

:05:05
I was brought up in an orphanage near
Cherbourg - it was destroyed on D-day.

:05:09
I've been sending money to help rebuild
it. I've already paid for a whole wing.

:05:15
Uh...
:05:16
That's all I have on me, ma'am.
:05:19
Actually, it was bombed by the Eighth Air
Force. Not that I blame you Americans.

:05:23
But if you could see those poor orphans,
sleeping on the floor, the rain coming in.

:05:28
There are no beds yet and no roof.
:05:32
Uh...
:05:34
Do y'all take traveller's cheques?
:06:12
This, then,
is the story of Irma la Douce.

:06:16
A story of passion,
bloodshed, desire and death.

:06:21
Everything, in fact,
that makes life worth living.

:06:27
The place is Paris, the time
is five o'clock in the morning.

:06:34
You may have read in travel folders
that Paris is a city that never sleeps.

:06:38
Don't you believe it.
:06:43
At this time of the day
there is nothing doing...

:06:46
... unless you're working for
the department of sanitation.

:06:53
If you want a nightcap
at Maxim's, it's too late.

:06:56
It's been closed for hours.

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