Fanny Page #6

way I'm dressed.

I've just come from the

wedding of a friend.

Oh.

Lunch, everybody.

Monsieur Panisse, we

have already had lunch.

Lunch!

Well, Fanny?

Monsieur Panisse, my

mother tells me that

You've come several

times to ask her...

Fanny, you haven't

come to say that...

Yes, except...

Except that you hesitate.

Because of you and Marius?

Fanny, the morning

Marius sailed,

I was up in front

of my shop early.

I saw him coming

out of your house.

Oh!

Don't feel bad about it.

Fanny, w-w-wuh when a man of my

age marries a... a young girl,

The... the scales are not

quite in... in balance.

But if the young girl has

been discreetly indiscreet,

Well, it restores a

little the balance.

Oh, Panisse, how good you are.

I would work like a

slave to make you happy.

I would be a servant to you.

I'm not asking you

to be my servant.

I'm asking you to be my wife.

I accept you, Panisse.

Oh!

Ho!

Fanny!

Fanny, I'll devote myself

to you for completely.

I'll be so tender,

so considerate,

And make you so happy you'll

forget all about Marius.

Oh!

I can't marry you, Panisse.

I'm very sorry I said I could.

Why not?

I haven't even the

right to kill myself.

Is it a baby?

Are you sure?

The doctor told you?

Is that why you look so pale?

Oh, Panisse, please don't

tell my mother that you know,

And that's why you refused me.

You'll give me the baby?

He'll have my name?

Oh.

Monsieur Panisse, do you mean,

do mean you still want me now?

Oh, come with me, Fanny.

Look up there.

Henri Panisse.

You notice how... how the

letters are squeezed together

On the left, and on the

right side, nothing?

Do you know why?

Come with me.

Now, now, now,

uh, uh, now, I... I

Will show you what

it would spell.

Thirty years!

For thirty years they have

been on this shelf, see?

Ha, ha, on this shelf, and...

And... and now they will...

They will go up

where they belong.

Look, look!

Panisse and son!

And son!

Aha, ha, ha!

Does anyone else know

your... your... your secret?

The doctor knows.

Well, doctors don't talk

because they're doctors.

And mothers can't talk

because they're mothers.

Anyone else?

No one, I swear.

Oh!

Fine, fine!

Fine!

Fine!

Fine!

A very good day!

Ah, ha, ha.

And now, uh, now when

is my little one due?

In March.

March!

The month of geniuses!

March!

Ha, ha!

A seven month baby.

Eh!

That rather makes me out to

be, ha, ha, a rake, you know?

Ha, ha!

Panisse, are you sure

you won't regret this?

L-I-listen, Fanny.

There hasn't been a... a

baby in the Panisse family

For 50 years.

They were all counting on me.

My poor wife, it was impossible

for her to... to have a child.

Oh, ho!

The doctors we saw!

Ha, ha!

All the... the mineral waters

we drank...

The candles we... we lit, the...

The calisthenics we... we tried.

Ha, ha.

And now, now blessed mother,

everything is changed.

A wife and a son of my very own.

Oh, ho, ho.

Fanny!

Fanny, we'll give

him everything!

But if it's a girl?

We'll give her

almost everything.

And besides, it's very unlikely.

There are only

boys in my family.

Panisse!

Panisse, I want to

show you something.

A picture of Marius he

sent me from Madagascar.

Doesn't it... well,

I'm sorry, Fanny.

I didn't see you.

It's all right, Cesar.

You can mention Marius

in front of me now.

Panisse and I are

going to be married.

I don't believe it.

I believe it.

It's your mother!

Ha, ha!

Your mother loves

Panisse's money.

And she has sold you like a...

Like a little African slave!

No, it's not my mother's

decisions, it's mine!

Well, it's my decision

that this marriage

Will not take place!

And who's going to stop it?

I am!

I'll see you in church.

Yes!

And my first word to you will

be, have a blow to your skull!

I'll come right up to

the altar, and I grab you

By your stiff collar,

and I'll scatter you

All over the Rhone

Valley, do you hear?

Don't you bully me.

Or I'll tell you something that

would shut your mouth forever!

Your bullying days

are over, Cesar!

This is my shop!

My name is Panisse!

And Fanny's going to

be Madame Panisse.

And what's more, you

extinct rooster...

Panisse, be careful

of what you're saying.

What's more, we are

going to have a baby!

Panisse!

And what's more, it's

going to be a 7 months baby!

Panisse, please!

And do you know whose baby

we're going to do have?

Panisse, be quiet!

We're going to

have Marius' baby!

That's whose baby

we're going to have!

You're a mad dog, and

you ought to be shot.

This is the gun, shoot!

Put that gun down.

But before you pull

the trigger, know this.

When you shoot me, your shooting

the father of your grandchild!

You're shooting the husband of

your poor grandchild's mother!

Now shoot!

At least you've murdered

that poor fellow.

Let that be a lesson to you.

Fanny, you're not

going to do this.

Oh, Cesar, if I have a

child without a husband,

My family will be dishonored.

My mother will die of shame.

I'll write to Marius.

He'll come back.

- He won't come back, Cesar.

- Of course he will.

Why not?

He's as happy as a

fish in water, isn't he?

That boy's crazy, measuring

the depth of the Indian Ocean!

Ha!

He's written to you twice,

he sends you photographs.

Not a word to me.

He's forgotten me.

Ahem.

Wh-wh-when... when people

ask me how much I'm worth,

I usually lie to them.

I tell them 600,000 francs.

Ah, ha.

Actually, uh, am I worth

one million and a half.

Uh, I only bring this

up now because, uh, it

Seems to fit into

the conversation.

Well, it doesn't fit me!

I don't care if you

have a billion francs.

I'm not selling you my grandson!

Now come, Fanny.

Let's go.

Let...

Can you guarantee that

Marius will come back in time?

Can you guarantee

the winds and tides?

And be very careful,

Cesar, what fate

You decide for your grandson.

The child of Fanny Cabernice

will be an illegitimate child,

A shame and a disgrace

to her family,

But the child of

Madame Panisse will

Be born in a wonderful old bed,

covered with fine linen sheets.

And the child,

Cesar, the child will

Be enthroned on top

of a family tree,

Like a cross on

a church steeple.

Is that position too high

for your grandson, Cesar?

No position is too

high for my grandson.

But the son of Madame Panisse

will not be my grandson!

Uh!

Well, I couldn't

even brag about him.

I would have to smuggle

myself in here at night,

Pretending to be a

casual acquaintance!

Why couldn't the

child's godfather

Come and visit him

any time he liked?

Take him strolling

to the park, alone,

Sport him around on

his shoulder, hm?

Mm, would, um, the

godfather be able to choose

The child's name?

If he has a... a knack

for choosing names.

How would you like

the name Marius?

Marius Panisse.

It has a certain ring to it.

Uh, not much.

I have a better idea.

An important man should

have three names.

Now couldn't we put a

third name in front?

For instance, Cesar.

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