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You bring milk in the middle of the

night now?

No, but it could happen.

The concierge let you come up?

The concierge? I've a flirtation going

with her.

And when she learned it was flower

for your first night...

But why are you giving me all this?

Friendship...

-Apples.

-From our orchard. Look how pretty!

-And cowslips.

-Cowslips?

-What do you call them?

-In Paris, primroses.

They're cowslips! Already?

Not from gardens. Fields. The grass

is full of them now.

I came...

I brought you these

because I thought...

It's the timer. Don't move, I know

where it is.

I found it!

I still want to ask you something.

When you give back the basket,

could you put in a theater pass?

You'll have trouble spotting me in

the crowd on stage.

I'll rent binoculars.

They don't give passes till after a

week. And you still pay 8 francs tax.

Is it worth it?

Yes but that's 1 6 francs.

Only 8.

I didn't think you'd go alone.

Of course alone!

Say goodbye like you do everyday?

Au revoir, milk.

Door, please!

Door, please!

2:
00! He's just leaving. She's an

artist after all!

Dear mother, forgive me for sending

a small check. Life in Paris is more

expensive than we thought.

I don't think our revue is very

successful.

The 50th night is a pretext that

should work. I must work!

I've done everything, sent flowers,

brought candy, gone to see her, even

silk stockings!

That's nothing...

...cigarettes. I courted her! It's

hopeless.

It's got to work. I'll tell her it's not a

big party...

2 or 3 friends...

good music...

good champagne,

good sofa,

everything's good at my place.

You'll come?

-You'll come?

-Of course!

Tea.

Well, sit down!

Tea... !

Okay, be the lady of the house,

serve yourself first.

No, thank you.

Why not? You don't like tea?

I'd rather a sandwich

While waiting, have some

champagne.

That would be nice.

Not full! Champagne makes me

sleepy.

Make yourself comfortable.

-Want a kimono?

-A what?

-A kimono.

My dress is comfortable.

"My dress is comfortable'!

My God, my dear.

You take it off on stage. All the

world's seen under your dress.

Boy, is everything ready?

Okay boy, leave.

Undress, do something.

Why'd you come here?

Because I was invited.

I can leave, you know.

Take my hand.

Come here.

Come, be calm.

Friends.

Like this.

Just friends, don't fear.

Dora...

You trust me?

You know I'd never give you bad

advice.

Did you already smoke?

Not cigarettes.

No, you've never smoked.

Look what she did.

Idiot!

-Open up!

-Police!

Put it above the window.

Go, go! I don't want you to be found

here.

Go, everything will be fine.

Don't lose your head.

Here, in your bag.

Take this in your bag.

If they ask, you're the maid on the

4th floor.

-But why?

-Go this way.

4th-floor maid! Get moving.

Can't one sleep?

-Me again!

-Yes, us again.

Come in. Welcome.

It's been 3 month since the cops

came. No one knows you were there.

I've always been straight with ou!

-You!?

-Yes, me.

Dora and I held them off, thanks to

me you got away.

-With your packages!

-With my packages, yes.

It'd interest the police, even now,

to know you were with us.

And to know what I took away?

Cigarettes?

-Certainly it would.

-And if I told them...

-You won't!

-Because?

Because you're not the kind

that betrays.

That's why you'll find the man sitting

tonight at the bistro across the street

reading a Spanish newspaper, La

Publicitad.

You'll give him what I'm giving you.

It's the last time.

You've been saying that for 3

months.

-You'll go?

-No!

Do you have the money?

-Can I go?

-Here's 200 francs.

I don't want it.

Open up, it's Victor.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Go change your costume.

I don't want any of that, I've

told you.

If he bothers you,

let me know!

-Will she do it?

-Sure, she's in my hand.

To listen to you, you have all women

in your hand. It's not so simple.

If she won't do it tonight...

You give me a pain.

Sh*t.

It's a morgue here!

What's wrong? Troubles?

All this for 40 francs a day!

What do you want? It's our life.

Do you have a mother?

Of course, my boy, I've got nothing

but mothers.

There's a call from your mother, in

the office.

Hurry, child, you're late.

You're cold?

-Have you eaten?

-A little.

A little! You look thin. I hope you're

not in love, are you?

Oh not that, madame, not that!

I've seen so many come and go, kids

like you. I tell you: once you lose

your health...

Yes it's me. Talk.

...else we're screwed.

Shorty nearly died, he spilled

everything at the hospital,

everything.

Watch out tonight. You'll be

followed!

You'll be followed!

Thanks for calling, Doctor. I hope

tonight won't be so bad.

-Bad news?

-Could be better.

Arrest whoever delivers a package to

the man with the Spanish paper.

Ah, here you are! Have a good time?

Thank you for the ticket!

A very good seat, 5th row.

Did you enjoy it?

Yes. It was very good.

waiter!

I must compliment you...

You're here exactly on time, exactly.

Not at all like an artist.

But I don't take myself for an artist.

I don't have the vocation.

-Want to change jobs with me?

-Right away!

You could never get up at 4 a.m.

And at 4 a.m. to work!

-Open the henhouse...

-Give them food...

-And water...

-Grind coffee. Wash dishes...

-Saw wood...

-Gather eggs...

-In the afternoon, water the

animals...

-Bring in hay...

-Bring in hay...

-Clean the rabbit cages...

And at night...

There's almost no light left.

What the heck's he taking so long?

He always does, this guy!

It's funny, he hasn't come out.

I'd have seen him!

It's not normal.

Anybody still up there?

Anybody still up there?

I'm coming.

Don't turn the light out!

Hey up there, shake a leg!

Okay, okay, I'm coming.

Hey, are you finished?

I'm coming!

I still think we should have taken a

taxi.

I don't care if it rains. I love walking

home, no matter the weather!

I don't get outside much. Think of it:

since coming to Paris,

I've gone only three times to the

Bois de Boulogne.

-I can offer better than that!

-What?

A promenade in the country.

An hour's ride.

That'd change your ideas.

Want me to come get you some

Saturday afternoon?

But I can't. I do matinees Thursday,

Saturday, Sunday!

That's a pain, because the boss only

gives me Saturday afternoon.

O a walk in the country...!

With everything open and straight.

Nice way of putting it.

First time I've heard that since I

came to Paris.

It's too bad, because after all, a

promenade in the country...!

Of course, not in weather like this.

Are yoo sure it's not possible?

I'll come by for you tomorrow

morning.

FIRE AT THE EMPYREAN-

MONTMARTRE!

"Fire this morning destroyed part of

the Empyrean-Montmartre Theater.

"Management announces that

because of repair work,

"the show will not resume till

Tuesday evening.''

That's terrible.

No, it's not terrible. It'll let you stay

a few hours more in the country air.

You need it.

Look at the weather.

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