Delecatessen Page #3

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No one's entirely evil. It's circumstance.

Or you don't realize you've done wrong.

Some say you have to forgive. You forgive me?

An old bastard like you?

I bet I could.

You're a doll.

The guys you iced wouldn't forgive.

Or you'd have to insist!

Only Julie could forgive me.

You ask her?

She won't ever.

You're her father.

She won't even speak to me.

Want me to see her? I could talk to her.

She only thinks about that Louison.

He's not a bad guy, after all.

By the way, he's on TV tonight.

Why don't you go tell him?

I bet he doesn't even know. He's in the clouds...

Really, you should eat something.

Not hungry!

Fox!

you're on TV tonight.

How about that! Livingstone...

The Criekville Casino...

I remember:
we made a hit with the Tica Tica Walk.

Tica Tica, what?

Oh, sh*t!

That's your new number?

Let me explain...

Sorry to disturb you!

I goofed again!

He has clown shoes alright.

Mission accomplished. Call in the others.

Recipe 8. Cordon Bleu to Sniper.

Quiet down!

Preparation, H minus 35 minutes.

Throw in the onions.

Simmer the snipers.

Cover them for 15 minutes.

I repeat for 15 minutes.

stir the sauce.

I repeat:
H minus 20 minutes.

CIRCUS STARS:

Julie! I didn't think you'd come.

I'll have a cup of tea.

Pardon?

I'll have a cup of tea.

A cup of tea?

You have...

I'll have one, too.

Yes, a nice cup of tea!

Aurore...

Come watch, it's captivating!

Come, Aurore...

Come...

I got contact lenses.

They'll make us weep and tremble...

Here's Stan and Livingstone!

You didn't tell me!

Julie...

Livingstone...

Livingstone... Julie...

What a pain!

It's the antenna, Pop!

What a drag!

It's the antenna.

Go straighten the wire.

In this storm? No way!

Bastard!

It's the antenna, with the wind.

Louison!

Aurore...

Come...

It's so much better, here with us...

Come...

Louison!

Come back!

I can't hear you.

Come back!

Go inside, Julie.

Watch out!

Mr Louison?

To the right!

More!

Okay.

That's it. Perfect.

Perfect!

Don't move!

Georges...

Aurore...

No more Robert...

I fell.

That pervert.

...who just wants to sink you

in the mire,

drag you in the sewer, fill you with manure...

So it was you!

It was you all along!

I swear I'll explain.

- Bastard!

- It comes from downstairs.

You'll hurt your leg, Robert.

Stop!

Help!

You scum! Son of a b*tch!

I fell.

Yes, Aurore.

I wanted to stand on the chair, I fell.

Yes, Aurore.

The Troglos!

The Troglos are kidnapping someone!

Nice of you to make coffee.

Expecting company?

Undress.

Julie, come on!

The Interligator woman blew herself sky high.

She took her husband with her.

The place's in flames.

Stop them! Robert!

What're you doing here?

Wipe that stuff off now,

and go home immediately, hear me?

Take that lipstick off!

And you, I'll skin you alive!

Wait, I'll get you!

I'll get you!

Who's coming?

Snipers!

How did it go? Alright?

Everybody okay?

Look what I found.

And the others?

Here they come.

How did it go?

They were all arms... A real joy ride!

And we're all here.

Sh*t!

Where'd she come from?

Sh*t!

That the guy to grab?

That the one you located?

- Can you explain?

- What?

Wasn't that the plan?

"Albumin Square. Name: Louison."

Here, that's what it says.

- It also says, "Sex: male.

- clown's."

What do you say to that?

We'd better check.

male!

So?

Look in the package, and tell

me if the sex is male. Alright?

That's not my job. Mission Louison

was the package. You got it.

Is the sex in the package male, or not?

Who knows?

Sorry Louison, it goes with the job.

I'm in a loony bin!

I've had it with this bullshit!

There's been a mistake, let me go!

See guys, pure female!

Cordon Bleu calling Onion Snipers...

Artichoke Heart,

I repeat:
Artichoke Heart in immediate danger!

Cordon Bleu calling Onion Snipers...

Artichoke Heart in immediate danger!

We'll pick'em off like flies.

Must be cooking up there.

Count on those weirdos,

they'll fix your buddy for good.

What do you say? We go?

Of course we're going!

All together!

Doesn't she ever shut up?

They play too rough.

A contract

is a contract.

Who's not in?

Rap, you come with me.

Milan, Fox, Tourneur...

Take the others. Move it!

What about me?

Don't forget me!

What about me?

Bastards!

In case I don't come back.

Open up!

You dimwit, give up, we'll let you go.

We won't touch you.

We forget the whole thing.

Alright?

I need my cleavers! All of them!

Right, the cleavers! We'll slaughter them!

Think you're on a safari, b*tch?

That's my wife!

No men or women now, only volunteers!

Precisely!

Obedient ones.

Touch one,

just one hair of my daughter,

and I'll slice you to pieces.

Go get my cleavers. Hoof it!

On the double!

Where are you?

I don't like this.

It won't be long now.

Julie, go away!

It's me they're after.

Don't cry, I'll manage.

Don't cry.

It's my contacts.

What?

There's only one thing to do...

Go on, push!

Push!

What're you up to?

Move your ass.

I can't, I've gained weight.

Tourneur, wait!

Wait... Come back!

Sh*t, Tourneur's been hit!

Hey, Postman... Things okay?

I got one. Come see.

Those monsters are everywhere.

They've lost one, they won't be back.

Good old Tourneur... Hang on!

That lead weighs you down...

No other damage?

We'll clear you out.

You'll be alright?

Let's get this over with!

Come on, push!

Let me by!

Water's running.

What the hell are they doing?

Stand back.

What're they up to?

Marcel!

You alright, Marcel?

Come on, get up.

Get up!

Go on! Go!

Julie, follow me!

Careful!

About time!

Miss Plusse,

you're dragonfly in mating season...

So an old toad like me...

Beat it, old jerk, I'm busy.

Let the lady by, will you?

I go from one footbath to another... Just my luck!

I despise you, I hate you!

This time, you're done for, clown.

No more bullshit!

You're gonna sing my song!

A cleaver, dammit!

Move it!

- Take this.

- You, here?

This is a job for the Australian.

Anyway,

you come in handy.

Holy sh*t!

Goddamn Troglos!

Bastards... my Julie!

My Julie...

It's your fault, you'll pay!

Have I got something here?

Answer me, meathead!

You, tell me...

I've got something, right?

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