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Episode 2 The Deutsch Prize
Good morning, Mr. Dumont!
Good morning! Nice day for flying, isn't it?
Just great!
If all goes as planned, will we go celebrate at the brothel?
Flying is partying, Chapin. Now, come on!
I was just kidding, Mr. Dumont!
Monsieur Santos.
Miss de Acosta.
Sem!
I'm so nervous, I can hardly breathe.
Good to know someone's even more nervous than me.
You'll do just fine.
You've worked for this, you're ready, right?
- Yes, of course. - Great.
Let me have something nice to print on my paper tomorrow.
Thank you, Sem.
Boss, we're all set.
Yes, it's time.
- If you'll excuse me... - Please, go ahead!
Chapin, Nuno!
Santos...
Here we go. Careful now.
Let go!
Easy, Mr. Dumont, easy!
We've got it, Mr. Dumont!
- Keep your balance, perfect! - He did it!
He's doing good, Chapin!
Mr. Dumont!
He's going towards the Eiffel Tower!
Fabulous, Mr. Dumont!
Bravo!
Children, look! Come and see!
Hurrah for Santos! Bravo!
Bravo! Bravo!
What a feat!
Congratulations! And I think you owe us a speech.
Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech!
Please, don't.
Please, do forget your shyness for a moment.
Muster up some courage! Come on!
Ladies and gentlemen, please.
Asking our hero to make a speech
would be like adding subtitles to a Toulouse-Lautrec painting.
Let's let art speak for itself.
To celebrate the most French of all Brazilians,
two simple words to fully express our deepest gratitude will do:
Thank you! Obrigado.
- Hurrah for Santos Dumont! - Hurrah!
Come, let's go.
Very well deserved!
How does it feel?
Well, if I wanted to tell you everything I...
Actually, words cannot describe it.
- I can imagine. - I can't...
Excuse me.
Mr. Santos Dumont, may I have a word?
Yes, of course. If you'll all excuse me...
Let me start by saying you made me really proud today.
Thank you.
I'm throwing a party at the Aeroclub, next week.
It would be in your best interest to come, if you can.
- Then I'll be there. - I'm glad to hear it.
You're absolutely right, it's hideous.
It's so pedestrian!
- In any case, I didn't make it. - Of course not.
Miss, come by my office.
I'll offer you something you'll be truly proud of.
- Evening, Cartier. - Just a second!
Mr. Santos Dumont!
- How are you, my friend? - Good! How are you?
- I'm quite well too. - What can I do for you?
- I need your help. - You can count on it!
FRENCH AEROCLUB
You know? I've created The World Auto Show.
If it would please you, I could take you...
- Mister... Dion, right? - Yes.
Didn't you hit President Loubet over the head with a stick,
two years ago?
Well, on that, let me say
that Pres. Loubet wanted to set free Dreyfus, that traitor.
I'd rather avoid problematic acquaintances. Excuse me, please.
But, mademoiselle...
Mr. Santos...
Miss Aida, as usual, what a pleasure to see you.
They told me you would be here.
Yes, but... whose guest are you?
It's awful to have to admit it, but I can't remember his name.
One of them.
I myself will only remember those names I can't forget.
I'm glad you remember mine.
If you please! Please!
If you could let me have the floor for a few minutes,
I'd be most grateful.
You might be asking yourselves why this party, today.
Bottoms up, right?
I come from a humble background.
My father, when the chance presented itself,
invested in oil.
Today, we all know his move proved to be 100% on target.
That miraculous product
has allowed us to move forward by leaps and bounds.
And will surely allow us to push even further on.
In an aim to encourage work along those lines, I give you...
The Deutsch Prize!
Bravo!
Santos Dumont has shown us
you can come full circle, from the Eiffel Tower, aboard a balloon.
But we would like to run a speed test.
The first balloonist to cover that full circuit,
the 11 kilometers from St. Cloud to the Eiffel Tower, on a round trip,
in, or under, thirty minutes,
will win a prize of one hundred thousand francs!
Unless you make it, it means nothing.
I agree! Still, it's one hundred thousand francs!
So what? Here he comes.
- Excuse me, Mr. Secretary. - Yes?
Is it Mardi Gras already? What's all that brouhaha?
Nothing really important.
People are saying
the Aeroclub is not expecting to have a winner.
To do 11 kilometers, in thirty minutes,
I'd have to fly at over 20 kph. And that's impossible!
Sorry, I cannot help you there. Those are the rules.
- Gentlemen. - It's not enough time, Mr. Secretary.
It's more than enough, if you want that prize.
- How's that? - It would be an incentive.
It seems annual interest on said sum will go
to whoever... comes closer to the goal.
- That can't be. - That's how it is.
Excuse me.
Mr. Secretary General, may I have a word?
I'm sorry, Mr. Dumont, the time limit will not be changed.
I don't want to talk about that. I just wanted to say that...
I find we don't need to have inspectors along those 11 km.
What do you mean?
Flight or no flight, they'd have to be at their posts quite early.
Besides, their presence is a way of saying
some sort of unfair play could be expected.
And you don't think so?
As founder of the Aeroclub I know
that prize will be attained fairly and squarely.
May the best man win, Mr. Santos Dumont.
Excuse me, sir. Mr. Louis Cartier is here.
Thank you, Julien.
- Santos Dumont. - Cartier.
- How are you? - Good. How are you?
- Better, now. - Do come in, please.
After you. You have a beautiful place!
Thank you! And you'll always be welcome here.
Thank you.
- Sem! - Oh, the jeweler of kings.
Or the king of jewelers. Isn't that what they call you?
- Yes, it is. - Please, be seated.
Thank you.
By the way, Santos,
your Brazilian princess is in Paris, right?
Yes, she is.
It's a real shame the Brazilian monarchy was overthrown.
I could add another queen to my list of clients.
Louis, a client list made up solely of royalty
can dwindle pretty fast.
Well, that will not worry me.
The ruling hand will always be a bejeweled hand, right?
Now, going by what you said,
you need to be able to see the time without using your hands, right?
- Right. - Very well.
I've created something very special for you.
I give you the Santos Dumont watch.
Please.
I'd always thought a wristwatch to be a feminine accessory.
It looks like a bracelet.
Is there a necklace to go with it, Mr. Cartier?
Sem, always the joker.
There.
Well, that's it.
It works perfectly. It's exactly what I need,
and on top, it's a beautiful piece, Louis. Bravo!
Thank you.
Do tell me, don't you need a ring to hold in that hand, Santos?
I have heard you've been chatting up a young lady from America.
You have heard?
- Just the watch, please. - Very well.
I do admit being single is a lot more fun.
Workers on strike! Bourgeois, you're thieves!
We're paid hunger salaries!
On strike! We're paid hunger salaries!
Bourgeois, you're thieves! Bourgeois, you're thieves!
Look at them! Having fun, playing with their machines,
for a 100.000-franc prize,
totally ignoring their workers' labor rights!
- Nothing but thieves! - Bourgeois, you're thieves!
Bourgeois, you're thieves!
Bourgeois, thieves!
We're paid hunger salaries! Bourgeois, you're thieves!
Santos Dumont, good morning, sir.
Good morning, gentlemen.
A good day, with all that racket?
We were just discussing your comments on the issue of the inspectors.
Yes?
They're a need. Both, to guide competitors along their route,
and to penalize possible detours, that might put public safety at risk.
Your message is rather confusing.
Do you trust your pilots, yes or no?
Pilots are not in charge of public safety, Mr. Dumont!
Neither are the military in charge of aerostation development, Colonel!
- But we are in charge! - Really?
So then...
The military have thus closed the issue.
Can I have a word in private?
- Excuse me. - Mr. Santos Dumont...
That Brazilian thinks he can order the French around?
He's completely berserk.
He's quite well-known for his arrogance.
If he keeps that up, I'll put him on exhibit
at the Jardin d'Acclimatation, along with the other savages.
Mr. Dumont, don't you think that prize is a big step
towards the future of ballooning?
Of course.
You and I are very much alike.
Thanks to our parents, money has never posed a problem for us.
Hence, our duty to work towards ensuring social growth.
Yes, I know.
At present, you're Paris greatest balloonist. I need your help.
I've heard the Aeroclub is not expecting a winner.
Why set up a prize if it's not to have a winner?
So it won't have to be paid.
What's a hundred thousand francs?
To many, it's a huge sum.
To me, and to you, it's just change.
More so, if someone does accomplish said feat,
it will have cost next to nothing.
Can I count on you?
Mr. Bossis, good morning.
Can I have the day off?
Let's say it's... How could I put it?
For personal matters?
Our Union has worked hard to guarantee workers such rights.
Yes, sir.
Go ahead.
- But be here tomorrow. - Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
No matter how hard the government may try to stop us, they won't.
The world belongs to the working class.
Hurrah for the working class.
- Hurrah for the working class! - Hurrah!
DEUTSCH PRIZE July 13th, 1901
Mr. Santos!
Miss de Acosta, are you here to calm my nerves again?
May I introduce my aunt?
- Charmed, madam. - Sir.
Your niece is absolutely... charming.
Yes.
- Now, if you'll excuse me... - Please.
- So, this is Mr. Santos Dumont. - Yes!
Isn't he just beyond words?
- Good luck. - Thanks.
Everybody, fall back! Come on! Make it snappy!
- Let's have some room! - We're working here!
Robert... is everything okay? Shit, Robert, stand still!
- Go ahead, Chapin. - Shit!
- Mr. Dumont, here we go. - Let's go!
Good luck, Mr. Dumont!
Break it loose!
What was that?
Countess, that balloon pilot, Mr. Santos Dumont,
has had an accident.
So hurry, go help him! Move!
They're fetching a ladder, Mr. Dumont.
Here are some refreshments meanwhile.
Thanks, but there's no hurry. The view is great from up here.
Lucky me for falling in a princess' garden.
I'm a countess now.
Will you join me for tea?
As soon as I get out of here.
It's beautiful. Do you think he'd make me one?
I have a feeling he would love to.
- A hundred thousand francs. - Yes.
Around the tower in half an hour.
Yes.
- Why? - A hundred thousand francs.
Come on, Santos.
We both know you don't need money.
The truth is, I don't know why either.
I just know I have to do it.
What if you fail?
No, definitely not. That's not an option.
I worry about you.
I can only imagine your mother. She must be worried sick.
Don't you think about that?
I'd rather think about the positive aspects.
You're right.
Enjoy your liberty, Alberto. That's very important.
I'm exiled here, banished from the country I love.
Allow me to give you a gift.
This is Saint Benedict.
He descended from slaves.
He represents the resilience and humility
that we need to move forward.
He will protect you.
Thank you. It will always be with me.
And my garden is at your entire disposal
to crash your balloon, Mr. Dumont.
You know Brazilians will always miss your Majes...
Miss you, countess.
I even miss the Sun!
Enough! That does it for me!
I promised your parents you'd go back to America
turned into a full-fledged-mademoiselle.
I'll try again a little later.
Right now, I need to go for a walk.
To meet Mr. Santos Dumont?
I have no idea as to his whereabouts.
Aida!
That man is not a good match.
He might be from a rich family,
but with all his flying, he'll be dead in two years.
I'm going to see my girlfriends.
Wait, dearie!
I worry about you.
You're young. You're curious. You're willing to run that risk.
But you'll soon be tired of all that.
Yet, that man never will!
Very well.
I'm going to have you meet some eligible bachelors,
all from excellent families.
If only I could send you back to America as a married lady,
that would be so wonderful!
Now, if you'll excuse me...
Be back by 8:00 p.m.
Yes, of course.
You know I won't be able to, just on my own.
He's stubborn, I've told you.
Come on, Sem, help me talk him into it.
Blessed naivet'!
He doesn't need to fly. He can just build balloons.
You'll have my moral support, and my shoulder to cry on,
once you see it's no use.
Very well. But he's going to kill himself, and it will be on you.
And I'll sketch a tomb, in the shape of a balloon, for my paper.
Not funny!
Aida...
I thought young ladies such as you
were not supposed to be out at these hours.
I came to see how you're doing after your accident.
Sorry to have worried you. I'm quite well.
But, please, do sit.
Please.
Well, Santos, I've been thinking...
Yes?
Today, let's drink, to celebrate the fact that you didn't "pass".
Great idea.
Thank you. But no more drinking for me.
I've got work waiting for me at home.
Work is out of the question after failing at something.
Best thing to do today is to drink.
We'll go back to work tomorrow.
You're right. But it's 8:30 p.m.
Miss Aida, what time was your curfew?
I'm already 30 minutes late. My aunt must be already mad.
So, it makes no difference.
- One last drink? - The very last one.
Okay.
Thank you.
I feel very lonely when I am in Paris,
except when I am with you.
And why is that?
I think it's because...
we are alike, in a certain way.
But I like being by myself.
So do I.
But not all the time.
You find her beautiful?
Yes, I do.
More so than me?
I think we've had one too many.
I think we've had just what we needed.
It's time to go home.
And I'm going with you.
I can see you home. Shall we?
Well, here we are.
A question, if I may, before we say good night.
Yes, Aida?
How many balloons have you built already?
The next one will be my fifth.
So, out of four, two went down.
No need to remind me.
I fear for your well-being, Santos.
Or that worse should come to worst.
- What if you'd just build them? - No way!
- And let others do the flying. - No!
Flying is the only thing I've got!
Would you clip a bird's wings?
Yes, it would still be able to sing.
But without its wings, a bird would no longer be a bird.
If I can't fly, I will no longer be the same man.
You didn't like it?
On the contrary. It was...
Good!
I know a young lady shouldn't...
But, I so wanted to...
Yes.
One should always do that which gives us pleasure.
I get it. I should've never asked what I asked of you.
Well... good night.
Will I see you tomorrow?
See you tomorrow.
Comrades, here, we are all together!
Yes!
- We've got to go for our rights! - Yes!
But we must stand united! For divided, we fall!
True!
United, we stand, we can make it! And Sunday is family time!
Sunday is family time!
- That's it! - Sunday is family time!
Family time!
What's all this? Let me finish! I'm not stopping!
Down with the police! Down with the police!
- Down with the police! - Down with the police!
Please, understand that going against the Republic
is going against ourselves.
The times call for our full support of the Republic!
Our enemy is right next door.
Germany is a huge threat.
This is not a time to nurture instability.
Germany is a threat to you.
Our enemies are right here, in the factory.
Unemployment and labor accidents are our enemies.
If you want us to work with you, you've got to work with us.
We're only looking out for everyone.
You've already made yours the right to strike.
- What about Cap. Dreyfus? - What about him?
Your colleague, treated as a scapegoat,
locked up and sentenced as a German spy,
just so the military may enjoy even more power.
That's how you people collaborate.
What are you talking about? Dreyfus was a traitor!
You may think whatever you like!
But if you think a respected officer has been jailed,
as though a traitor, without due evidence,
you can well imagine
what the sort of factory-working immigrants could well be!
Do you want to know what they do on their days off?
Go to the airfield at Saint Cloud.
Monsieur Santos...
- Mademoiselle! - Good morning, sir.
Good morning.
- Sorry. - Right.
What can I do for you?
Can we speak in private?
- Nuno... - Sir?
I'll be right back.
- Rearrange those parts. - Yes, sir.
I enjoyed what we did last night.
It was a sort of surprise, right?
Will we be doing the same thing today?
I can't today.
Tomorrow, then? If at all possible...
Actually, I don't think that would be a good idea.
No?
You are my friend, a very special friend.
But, you're right. What I do is...
far too dangerous.
A married man should not put his family at risk.
Are you sure you aren't just afraid?
Afraid?
I fly at great heights, amidst all sorts of dangers...
I'm talking about another kind of fear.
Fear of people, of me, for example.
I think I know no fear.
Birds fly in flocks, monsieur Santos.
- Good-day. - Good-day.
My name is Bossis.
On behalf of the Paris Workers and Mechanics Union,
I'm here to control our affiliates' working conditions.
Of course. Welcome!
Let me say I admire greatly the kind of work you're doing.
Our mechanics are considered on-the-job training colleagues.
Our seamstresses were all out of work.
As you know, automation is taking over the textile industry.
Opening a new market means creating new job opportunities.
- Really? - Yes.
And society as a whole is going to profit
from the technology being developed here.
Unless, of course, you'd rather stick to the horse and buggy.
I'd rather not put the horses out of a job.
Pardon.
It's just like a machine trying to put workers out of their jobs.
- Only the bosses will profit. - Profits are not my goal.
Iif that's what you're driving at, Mr. Bossis.
I won't even apply for a patent. I just want to help!
As you can see, we take good care of our workers.
Yes, I can see that.
In fact, everything seems to be just as it should, Mr. Dumont,
and even more so. Congratulations.
Thanks. Are you fully satisfied with your visit?
- Mr. Santos, I can't find... - Not now.
- Nuno! - Do you know each other?
Nuno is one of our workers at the metal-works factory.
Mr. Bossis...
So, these are the - personal matters
that have you asking for days off, Nuno?
- He's a double-crosser, Mr. Dumont. - I don't think so, Mr. Bossis.
Nuno is one of the best mechanics I know,
and one of the most honest ones!
You don't get it, Mr. Dumont. We're both just getting 50%.
How can he do well at the factory, after tiring himself out here?
I need the money!
I have a new baby!
And I can very well do both, Mr. Bossis.
You'll have to choose. Either work here,
for a rich bourgeois, who amuses himself by flying balloons,
or at the factory, with your comrades.
Mr. Bossis...
- You're betraying your own class. - I can't possibly choose!
Then, you've already chosen.
And you, Mr. Dumont,
you can expect to see picket lines at your door.
We won't put up with such practices!
The Earth is going to tremble!
Mr. Bossis, listen closely!
The Portuguese, my people, are a free people.
They had enough courage to brave the seas,
now I'll have the courage to fly with Mr. Santos Dumont!
- And you can go to hell! - Easy, Nuno, easy.
Then I told Bossis the Portuguese are free,
they conquered the oceans, and now I'm conquering...
- Be quiet, you moron! - What would you have done?
What would I do? Hold on to my job that pays more.
But not you, right? You're an irresponsible child.
Irresponsible? Look. Look how irresponsible I am.
I told you from day one
that my relationship with Dumont would favor us.
Do you believe me now?
- That's it? - What? That's it?
I know I will always be our only breadwinner!
How annoying!
Ready to take off?
Yes, sure. But, where's Nuno?
Something tells me we won't be seeing him again, boss.
The Union's giving him a hard time.
I thought they would.
Hello. Nuno. Thank you.
Here we go!
Go ahead!
DEUTSCH PRIZE August 8th, 1901
Jump, Chapin!
Farewell, Mr. Dumont!
Hello.
Don't budge. Stay put.
Be careful!
It is totally unacceptable, Chapin! I could have died there!
- I know! - Oh, you know.
- I had a talk with the mechanics. - Which ones?
I emphasized that repairs and upkeep are basic, and Louis...
No, no, no, no, no!
I don't trust Louis! Who was in charge?
- Louis. - No, no!
- Where's Nuno? - Louis is just as...
No, Chapin! I don't want Louis, I want Nuno!
I've tried hard to have around me just people I can trust!
And I want them all, right here, right away!
Boss, the mechanics are committed to the Union.
And, in Nuno's case...
his wife won't stop busting... his nuts.
You don't say?
Let's try to fix this contraption.
Extra, extra! Santos Dumont vows to hand over his prize
to workers and poor people! Read all about it on L'Avis!
Santos Dumont vows to give away his prize...!
How is that?
He's insane, right?
He's vowed to donate his 100.000 francs prize.
He is giving it up!
Yes!
Extra, extra!
Miss Aida de Acosta.
Dear Aida: Although the one writing you
deserves neither your attention nor your affection,
I beg you to consider what I am about to ask.
Though I can be shy, I have always appreciated
seeing you at each of my experiments.
And I would like to have you here for yet another one.
But do not come for me, come for you.
Come see History in the making before your very eyes.
- Aunt... - Yes?
I'm off to Saint Cloud. I need to be there.
Why so?
It's a club. And my father would very much like to see me
make acquaintances among its members.
Many eligible bachelors go there, people like us.
Yes... of course.
I won't be late.
It's a Buchet engine, Coronel.
Four cylinders, 12 HP.
Do you know what they say, Santos?
Number three, that's the charm.
From your lips to God's ear, Mr. Deutsch.
- Good luck, Santos! - Thank you, Colonel.
Chapin...
I didn't even have to die for you to get this gift.
Are you sure?
I have no use for it now. Come on!
This is it, Mr. Dumont!
- Aida... - Virginia!
Jorge! Weren't you all in Portugal?
Yes. But Alberto wanted his friends and family here, with him.
DEUTSCH PRIZE October 19th, 1901
Break it loose.
Give my best to the Eiffel Tower!
Look at that.
Look, kids!
That's it, boss!
Bravo!
Yes! Fabulous!
Unbelievable!
Hey!
Doing good, boss!
28 minutes, 45 seconds, Colonel.
Santos!
He's coming in, Chapin!
- There he is! - He made it!
Hurrah for France! Hurrah for Brazil!
The goal line's behind him already!
Mr. Dumont!
We made it!
29 minutes, 30 seconds.
Just a second! Hold it!
Not yet, not yet.
Watch it! Here is our hero!
He just stopped now.
Hurrah for Santos Dumont!
Let's see.
30 minutes, 30 seconds. Sorry, Mr. Deutsch.
That's ridiculous!
I kept close track of time. It was 29 minutes, 30 seconds.
We stopped our watches once you landed.
You shouldn't have!
They should have been stooped once I crossed the goal line!
Is a jockey's time noted when he gets off his horse?
Mr. Dumont, who are you to judge my methods?
You're well acquainted with my decorations. I started here.
I had to work very hard... to get here.
Don't think you deserve everything you wish for,
just because fate smiled on you once.
- Fate? - Yes.
Fate... Honestly, this is the last straw!
I'll go see Henri Deutsch.
Fate...
That's the last straw, really!
My hands are tied, Santos. I said I wouldn't interfere.
But you are my friend!
Are you going to let them do such a thing?
There's nothing I can do.
You said we were all equal.
True.
I would never allow such an injustice.
Santos...
Santos!
...what the Union will rightfully get.
And here's Mr. Santos!
Mr. Santos has won a 100.000-franc prize!
100.000 francs that will go to our Union.
Congratulations, Mr. Santos!
Bravo for that indisputable victory!
That prize is totally and absolutely yours:
100.000 francs
to help both, our Union and our cause in general.
So, we shout: Let us have our prize!
Let us have our prize!
Thank you so much, Mr. Santos. Let us have our prize!
Read all about it! Santos Dumont wins the Deutsch Prize!
Extra, extra! L'Avis brings you up to speed!
- Good-day, Miss. - Hello.
- Are you a fan? - No, just a friend.
Extra, extra!
You didn't even come to see me after my accident.
I was busy otherwise. Are you mad at me?
Not in the least.
Thank you.
No... thank you. Thank you all.
Deutsch.
Thank you, thank you.
I told you I had been busy otherwise.
Isn't a bit out of proportion?
How does it feel to be a national hero?
- Not too bad. - Go ahead, tell me.
- From Jules Verne! - Jules Verne, the writer?
My very favorite. I know all his works by heart.
Well, what now?
- I'm leaving. - No, seriously.
I no longer trust the people around me.
Deutsch even gave you a waltz. What more do you want?
Deutsch is a good man.
But instead of backing its inventors,
the Aeroclub would rather foster rivalry.
I'm leaving!
If it's because I didn't go to the hospital...
No!
It's just that I think I'll find...
elsewhere... the kind of backing I need.
I'd rather you stayed.
I have already sent the Aeroclub my written notification.
My mind is made up.
Don't worry... I'll be back.
If that's going to make you happy...
A toast to the future?
A toast to the future.