Citas

Un joven honorable

[first lines]
Michel Maudet: My name is Michel Maudet. I guess. Back then, I was a boxer. Or more precisely, trying to become one.

M. Andrei: No use kidding ourselves. You're as suited to boxing as me to being a charity-house nun.

Dieudonné Ferchaux: Here's the whole story. I killed three black men 30 years ago as I tried to rejoin my brother's caravan, 250 miles away. These three black men incited rebellion among the porters and were preparing to kill me purely and simply to steal my food and supplies. I lit a stick of dynamite and threw it in their faces. In my shoes, would any of you have done otherwise?

Dieudonné Ferchaux: You are a minority and have no right to interfere with my direction.
Board Member: That's just it. This situation gives us the legal right to nominate an interim administrator. You're no longer in Africa. In France, laws protect the weak. The Napoleonic Code gives us the right...
Dieudonné Ferchaux: You have no rights.

Dieudonné Ferchaux: I'm a skeptic by nature. I don't believe a word you said. But I don't care. You're hired. Morel handles business for me and is a real shyster. But I don't care. He has an honest face. Faces are important. I like yours. What did you say your name was?
Michel Maudet: Michel Maudet.

M. Andrei: Europe is no longer safe. War, revolution, communism. There's Switzerland - but they extradite.
Michel Maudet: And Venezuela?
M. Andrei: They don't extradite.

Dieudonné Ferchaux: They're all the same. When thy have to give back the money you've entrusted to them, it's like ripping out their hearts. Bankers are such hypocrites.
Michel Maudet: What about you? You were a banker in Paris.
Dieudonné Ferchaux: So what? I was like them.

Dieudonné Ferchaux: Maudet, if you ever become rich - if you ever become rich, never trust bankers. Safe in one bank, account in another. It's an ironclad rule. Remember that.

Irving Trust Co. Manager: If you find that you had more money in there now than you did before the election, don't be surprised. Everything happens that way with Jack - President Kennedy.

Michel Maudet: [voice over] We left New York. Ferchaux preferred to drive to avoid airport ID checks. Before heading south, I had something to do. I wanted to see the birthplace of a little American whose poor, Italian-immigrant parents lived in Hoboken. I felt, and I still feel, close, similar to that little American, who has grown up since then. This projection is due to my own Italian origins. But also because he was very ambitious, and I couldn't accept being only what I was. This was the house. The little girl who gazed at Ferchaux and me probably didn't know she was in the room where Frank Sinatra was born on Monroe Street.

Dieudonné Ferchaux: Pop psychology is all a banker has to know which clients to trust.

Michel Maudet: Couldn't we have settled in a less rotten country?
Dieudonné Ferchaux: Not yet. We'll see about that later. I can't leave this country until I've gotten my money from my New York account.

Dieudonné Ferchaux: Don't talk to me that way. You take advantage of my affection for you.
Michel Maudet: Your affection consists of chaining me up in a corner.
Dieudonné Ferchaux: Why say such things?
Michel Maudet: Because it's the truth and you know it.

Michel Maudet: [voice over] That night, I decided to skip out and check out New Orleans and it's streetcar named Desire.

Lou: Are you really French?
Michel Maudet: Yes.
Lou: Incredible! While I was dancing, I looked at you and thought, "What a strange American. He looks at girls like a Frenchman."

Michel Maudet: [voice over] I drank many other whiskeys. I was on a solitary tour of a land of darkness.

Dieudonné Ferchaux: I'm old, so when I get used to something, it's hard for me to lose it.

Dieudonné Ferchaux: Did you find what you were looking for out there?
Michel Maudet: Perhaps.
Dieudonné Ferchaux: Now we're used to each other. Our relationship, our fights, are like those of an old couple who are no longer in love but who can't live without each other.

Dieudonné Ferchaux: Last night, you tasted freedom, Michel. And reluctantly, I tasted solitude.

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