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they must type

360 characters a minute.

To win, at that pace,

is like sprinting 5km.

Typing! I can do that.

Really? Tell that to the jury.

Every inverted letter, wrong word

and spacing mistake

costs you 100 characters.

16 qualify in 10 minutes,

then eight, then four...

Then two in a five-minute final.

You'd never beat these girls.

They're fab!

Let's go, Paulette!

Paulette Martineau!

The speed-typing queen!

Next up, it's the nationals.

What's the world record?

512 keystrokes a minute.

- An American did it.

- Why didn't you say so?

She's a disaster but when she types,

she's fast, strong and focused.

Ladies, please,

may I have your attention?

Everybody ready.

Hands over the keyboards.

358 keystrokes!

Two more and we'd have qualified!

Using 10 fingers,

you'd have made it.

It's not a sport for klutzes.

Stop!

Stop the car. I'll walk.

You should have taken your anger out

on the keyboard. It's too late now.

I could have opened it.

I may be a "klutz,"

but not a cripple!

Never enter her

in a shooting contest.

She'd kill us all.

You stink of tobacco as usual,

Miss Pamphyle.

Are you above the rules

of this establishment?

It's for decent girls!

You take things too hard, pumpkin.

Stop calling me pumpkin.

I have a name like everyone else.

Defeat isn't always a bad thing.

For you.

Tomorrow,

you'll find another protg.

I'll go back to Nowheresville,

to marry the mechanic's son.

The whole village will make fun of me

for getting fired after a week.

I'm the laughing stock.

Nobody's making you go back

to Nowhere...

St Fraimbault.

It'd be different if I were a man.

I'm no good at anything.

Perhaps your only gift is for typing,

but one gift in this world

is enough.

Enough to look like a dummy.

I want you to compete again.

I want you to leave me alone.

I'll train you, cover all costs

and you'll move in with me.

With you?

Yes.

It would be...

more...

practical.

I get to keep my job?

You're a terrible secretary.

You will do extra training at the office.

You'll open up,

I'll close up.

You'll go to work by bike.

I'll drive in a bit later.

Same thing in the evening.

Nobody must know you live with me.

They'd gossip.

Come on.

Gee whiz!

It's like Gone With The Wind.

- My father built it.

- You have the same taste.

I've never had time to redecorate.

We'll train

evenings and weekends.

You won't ferry it back and forth.

I'll buy another.

Mind you,

it wouldn't hurt

to build up those biceps.

I'll show you your room.

Pay no attention to those old things.

You were a real athlete!

But not a champion.

Maybe not,

but still very sporty.

If you need me, I'm upstairs.

Don't worry, you're safe.

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