Delecatessen

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That's shoulder, right?

The Kube brothers' usual. Tell me about it!

How much?

Well, Mr Interligator...

- How's your wife doing?

- Poorly.

Roger, your muffler.

I've got it!

She tried to take her life again?

Thank heaven, she's alive.

Butcher,

I think you've got a customer coming.

Who's next?

I am!

That for me?

At your service.

Put it on my bill.

We know where she keeps her bill alright!

Your turn!

Carburettor's acting up again.

That'll cost you... The ride, plus luggage...

How're you paying?

Lentils?

That's all I've got.

Listen... Those shoes there would do the trick...

Closed! That's all today.

I didn't come for that.

Anyway, I don't eat meat. I came about the ad.

What ad?

In the paper.

What paper?

"Hard Times".

"Light building maintenance. Odd jobs.

"Room and board. Southern exposure."

It's the right place, number 129A?

Here or there, this is nowhere.

There's no neighbour hassle!

And no visitors.

Well... I must've made a mistake.

Not so fast! If I got you right,

you're looking for a job?

Come here.

Turn around.

Pardon?

Turn around!

What do you weigh?

You're no heavyweight! I've got work.

- But it takes muscle.

- No problem!

I'm a butcher but I don't mince words.

You don't seem to be cut out for the job.

You don't have the bones, the chest...

I'll try you out,

but you'll have to bust ass!

What a stroke of luck!

Thanks.

Come on.

So what does the work involve?

Light building maintenance. Odd jobs.

Room and board. Southern exposure.

Like in the ad?

How about that? Just like the ad!

Watch it, there's a loose step.

You'll fix it with the rest:

paint, electricity, cleaning...

The works!

You'll like it there.

And there're no neighbours opposite.

Hang the key there.

I'll let you get settled.

Thanks.

How're things in town?

Terrible.

With rationing, people'd eat

their shoes. It's touchy.

They have no smarts.

It's a mess. And till things grow back...

They'll never grow back.

You're no optimist.

Get that into your skull, for chrissake!

Your hair isn't growing back.

Same difference.

Can't we open the window 5 minutes?

I like the smell of glue.

It smells like fish. It brings back memories.

What do you think of the new guy?

You deaf?

He's skinny.

Thinking about her again?

They say she hears voices now.

Is it too much effort to put that closer?

Hi!

Forget it, she's deaf as a post.

If she gets lost, we'll find her.

Go back home, there's nothing left.

I'm telling you there's nothing left!

You finished?

Don't stay up there. Fix the 3d floor bulb.

- Hi, Butcher!

- Hi, Postman!

- Got a parcel for your daughter.

- Upstairs.

- Watch the step.

- Mind your business!

Go for it, Marcel!

Grab it!

- I've got it!

- Throw it here!

You bastard!

Postal Administration!

Article 12.

"You have 20 sec. to scatter

and return to your domiciles."

Now!

You have no kids to feed.

That means kids, too!

Can't you read, idiot?

- "Julie Clapet".

- He's a friend.

A friend?

Here, Julie...

Sign here, Julie.

I call you Julie because I like you.

But I won't rush you.

See you soon, Julie.

Here... For the ad.

At your service.

That new guy looks weird.

- An ex-circus man!

- From the circus?

It must be nibbles. That's why they...

Would you care to taste them?

Yes! I'd love to.

Then 7 p.m. at my place, time to prepare.

- Say, he after her?

- After who?

Your girl. She's sure a cute young lady.

She needs someone...

She's got me! Got that?

By the way, I've got news.

They shot one down 2 days ago.

A superb 30-yard moving target.

- No body?

- They cart their dead away.

Vermin! They say they even eat money.

Got to get rid of them for good, see?

Those seed-eating faggots...

They'll get it, alright!

Bye, Butcher!

Bye, Postman!

Think it's for tonight?

I hope so.

Goddamn butcher, I know he won't do it tonight.

He dawdles just to piss me off!

It works!

What's he waiting for?

For the new guy to escape in a garbage can, too?

How long did he last us?

A week.

Not counting the bouillon.

A week! We finished the last chunk 2 days ago.

I'm hungry!

I have a pit inside!

A f***ing hell of a pit!

My dear Hercules...

Every man for himself...

It's me.

Hi!

Come in.

Please, come in.

This is for you.

Thanks.

Sit down.

Did you paint this?

Yes... It's nothing much.

That's alright.

I made tea.

Shall I pour it?

Yes, please.

I hope you don't find me too forward.

Not at all. Why should I?

A girl invites you to her home...

A bit improper, maybe?

Well, actually...

I wanted to thank you for this morning.

Thank me for what?

You rescued my package in the stairs.

I was moved by your gesture.

It's only natural.

But usually, people only think of themselves...

these days.

It's normal, they have nothing.

Deep down, they're good people.

I'm glad they like me.

They're very kind.

Things're fine with your dad, too.

I believe he thinks I'm a nice guy.

Why not try gourmet cheese spread?

That's new!

And it's handy.

They talk to me about you.

Who?

The voices in my head.

Of course, the voices! What do they say?

Let me think...

They talk in such a way...

Do they talk about love?

"Robert is a pervert, an ass-wipe,

a panty-eater." See?

But that's not true!

Aurore, you're missing something hilarious!

Anyway, I have no choice.

Here... Tomorrow, at 11 sharp.

Ring! Don't let me down.

"Ass-wipe"?

Move out? What for? I've just moved in!

it's unsanitary, the walls

are crumbling, it leaks...

Maybe you don't like me?

You act as if you want me to leave...

On the contrary!

That's not what I meant.

It does that sometimes.

Did I hurt you?

I'm alright.

We really clashed.

I'm so clumsy.

Don't budge.

I'm blind as a mole. Everything's foggy.

I could get lost in it.

Since I break things, I always buy two.

You play the cello?

I play music, too.

Wait, I'll be back.

Sh*t, not again!

What're you doing?

- I wanted to take a bath.

- Again?

You sharpen your knives enough!

A musical saw!

It has a nice sound.

Sit down.

I used to play it with the doctor.

Livingstone... "Dr Livingstone"!

He was my partner.

It'll rust now that he's gone.

Where did he go?

He disappeared after a show...

We only found his carcass.

They ate him.

Can you imagine, they ate him!

That night, I lost everything.

So, the 1st ad I read...

And here I am.

I must tell you something.

Hush... Listen!

Do you know that tune?

It was his favourite.

Notice how the nights are clear?

We're entering the Virgo age. That's my sign.

- No joke?

- I swear it:
Virgo, ascendant Leo.

Cut it out, not everyone's Gorilla,

ascendant Bulldozer!

I'm in luck, there's lots in store:

"Get ready, the wind's shifting."

You'd like to pack up and leave, right?

You wouldn't get far. It's worse

out there, they draw straws.

It'd be a shame to see those hams go.

And those little sucklings...

Don't joke about that, I hate it.

You're better off here.

At least, we got a system.

My ass! Those helpers you

ice are drawing straws, too.

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