Fanny Page #5

Idiot!

Nincompoop!

Moron!

How many times have I pounded

it into your thick skull?

One third lemon.

No more, no less!

Now, watch me.

Since Marius left, there's

been no living with him.

Poor Cesar.

I think he's going crazy.

Is it possible?

In 10 weeks?

Certainly.

I knew someone that, he had

a softening of the brain,

You see?

It... it... it just

melted away in... inside.

And at the end, when he would

shake his head to say no,

One would hear, gulm, gulm.

It was splashing!

Waiting for the postman.

It's hard to believe, Marius

hasn't written to him once.

Oh, Cesar.

Cesar!

You are waiting for someone?

Why should I be

waiting for someone?

Why are you spying on

me, Monsieur Panisse?

Who pays you?

Cesar, I'm not spying on you.

Then why do you fix

your beady eyes on me

And asked me if I'm

waiting for someone?

May I have the

honor to inform you

That I don't give two

snaps of the finger?

Cesar, forgive me.

I have the feeling that you

are waiting for the postman.

That's enough!

I forbid you to meddle

in my private affairs!

Do I ask you if your

wife is deceiving you

With the president of

Chamber of Commerce?

You're not asking

me, you're telling me.

Oh!

All you gentlemen together.

That will save me

a bit of travel.

Ha, ha.

Monsieur Escartifique, three

for you, nothing but bills.

A postcard from your bother

Louie, Monsieur Panisse, sir.

All is well.

I'm afraid I have nothing

for you, Monsieur Brun.

Hey, uh, uh, today is the

day for my Bartenders Journal,

Is it not?

Oh.

Uh, oh, yes, uh, here it is.

And... and a letter, too.

Oh.

Let's see, Port Said.

Oh, I was never there, but I'm

told I'm not missing anything.

Ha, ha.

Oh, Cesar, are

you trying to make

Us believe that you

don't love your son?

I never said that.

I worship him.

But after what he's done

to me, it's finished.

And actually, what has he done?

What has he done?

He deserted me,

that's what he's done!

Cesar, with all due respect,

you are a big egotist.

I mean, if a boy wants

to sail, let him.

He can sail where ever he

likes, but not on the sea!

Where

else can he sail?

Well, he can sail like

you, in the harbor!

Huh!

Good lord, does he have

to sail for a living?

Does Monsieur Panisse sail?

Ha, ha, ha.

Oh, no.

He's not so stupid.

He makes sails.

Yes, so that the wind can take

away other people's children!

Grown men playing this silly,

childish, asinine game!

I heard you got a

letter from Marius today.

Yes.

Did you?

How is he?

Fine.

Happy, I think.

Here.

You read it to me.

Every time I read it I get

first so angry, and then so sad.

I can't make head or tail of it.

I was having a first taste.

No more service.

We're closed.

But why?

Ahh!

Because all the

bottles are poisoned.

Poisoned?

Yes!

Go ahead, Fanny.

My dear Father, please

forgive me for the pain I

Have caused you.

I want you to know that I

think of you every evening.

Ha, ha!

Thinks of me every evening!

But I'm stupid enough to think

of him all day long, too.

Go on.

At first, they made

me assistant cook.

Ha!

Ha, ha.

Assistant cook!

But after several

days they replaced me.

Naturally!

They were all starving to death!

Ha, ha, ha!

A crew of skeletons!

At Port Said...

Oh, yes, yes.

Terrible here.

Oh?

A sailor got some

mysterious illness.

They thought it was the plague.

The plague!

Oh!

When his schoolmates

had the measles,

I kept Marius home a month!

And now, he's on a

boat with the plague!

The Black Death!

The neck swells up,

the eyes pop out,

The tongue hangs out like a

beef tongue, and the navel...

But they found out

it wasn't the plague.

All right, then say

so at once, you stupid!

We are now engaged

in measuring...

Oh, yes, it, uh, it

gets scientific here.

In measuring the

depths of the Indian Ocean.

Eh?

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Oh, this boy... this

boy who couldn't even

Measure a lemon pecan coureso.

He's now measuring an ocean.

Ah.

Please don't worry

about me, Father.

I'm as happy as a fish in water.

I embrace you with all my heart.

Your son, Marius.

Your son, Marius.

Uh, there is a

postscript, is there not?

Please write me

about Fanny, how

She is, and about her marriage...

Her marriage to Panisse.

Oh, yes.

This, um, this confuses me.

Why does Marius think that

you are marrying Panisse?

Because I told him so.

I lied to him.

You?

You lied?

Ha, ha, ha.

Ah, I don't believe it.

You're lying to me now.

What's the difference anyway?

He's as happy as a fish

in water, isn't he?

He'll write to

you soon, I'm sure.

Holy

Mother, forgive me.

And forgive my sin,

but I love him so.

Oh, please let him return to

give me his name for his child.

Give me courage,

Holy Mother, to live,

And strength to tell my mother.

Fanny, what is it?

What are you doing back here?

Where have you been?

Mama,

What is it, Fanny?

Mama, I'm going to have a baby.

It's true, Mama.

Oh, no!

No!

I am not going to scream

here, on the boat.

I am going to the house

where no one can hear me!

Dear God!

Dear God!

Don't come into my house!

Mama!

Or I'll lock the

door in your face!

Mama, beat me, do anything,

but let me stay with you.

Go!

Go!

Mama!

Walk the street!

Walk the streets!

Oh!

Oh, Mama.

No, Mam... Mama, Mama!

I said, get out!

Get out!

Out!

Out!

Fanny, Fanny.

Fanny, my darling girl,

oh, don't die my baby!

Oh!

I forgive you anything.

Just don't die.

Oh.

Ah.

Are you all right, my baby?

Well, who was it,

you wicked girl?

Marius, I suppose.

Oh!

That Marius with

his dreamy eyes!

Now we know what he

was dreaming about.

Well, when can we

expect this disgrace?

In March.

March!

Perfect!

The month of March

hails in lunatics!

Oh, Mama, what am I to do?

Do?

Do?

Marry Panisse.

Oh!

He asks for you every day.

Oh, couldn't I go

on earning my living

And... and... and

not marry anyone?

Raise my baby with... with

the money I can put aside?

Listen, Fanny.

If you refuse

Panisse, we would have

To move away... the disgrace!

The disgrace!

Oh, good God help me.

But would he still want me?

Well, fortunately, he

doesn't know about the baby.

Hm?

Oh, well, you mean,

I shouldn't tell him?

Don't bother Panisse

with details like that.

Oh, oh, no.

I must tell him.

It would be criminal not to.

Why?

Are you even sure it's true?

Oh, it's true, all right.

Dr. Venelle said so.

Aah!

Dr. Venelle, that idiot!

He's at least 70 years old.

Well, then if it

isn't true, I don't

Have to get married, do I?

You can get married

without being pregnant.

Lots of girls do it!

On an expensive hat

like this, couldn't you

Have used, at least,

a... a... a fresh orange?

I'm sorry, Sir Panisse, but

I took you for an American.

An American?

From behind.

All right.

It's quite possible,

but in the future,

When you see an American,

make sure it is not me, eh?

Fanny.

Oh!

Panisse, can I talk

to you a minute?

Certainly, Fanny.

Come in, please.

You must excuse the

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