Gervaise Page #5

I'll make sure they don't."

I never heard anything like that.

Bretonnire, didn't you report

this threat of Goujet's?

- Yes, Your Honor.

- Liar!

What do you have to say?

Stand up!

I say Bretonnire is a liar.

We thought we were acting lawfully.

Sit down.

It's not against the law

to ask for a raise,

but stopping work is.

I pass sentence as follows:

Terrasse, two years imprisonment.

Goujet, one year imprisonment.

Lapeyre, repeat offender,

- You've got a nice place.

- Yes, it is.

Could you find me a room

like this in the area?

Come with me.

A room like this?

It's yours.

Go on!

I'll make you a deal.

I couldn't, buddy.

It'd be no fun for you.

I'd have to cross

your room every night.

We'll make this a door.

It'll only take a few hours.

- What about your mother?

- She'll sleep with Nana.

Come on.

You can't understand.

Friendship between men,

nothing's better.

I don't know,

what will people say?

I don't give a damn.

I'm ashamed.

Someone had you before me,

and I'm glad it was him.

I get a kick out of that guy.

Not through here.

That way.

- What class!

- More that that!

- Coming from you -

- I say what I think.

All he has to do is ask.

- Oh, Clemence!

- Perhaps he's already asked?

Coupeau? Gervaise?

Who is it?

I'm Lantier.

- Of course.

Are the Coupeaus out?

They'll be back soon.

It hasn't been a year.

Not quite.

They released you

for the Emperor's celebration.

They owe you that.

I'm taking apart

the old lady's bed.

She's in the hospital.

Since it's Sunday, they're visiting her.

Between us,

I think she's done for.

It'll free up some space.

It's better than mine,

so it'll go in my room.

Mr. Goujet!

Leave some for me!

Honestly, Lantier, get dressed!

You'll stay for lunch, of course.

- No thanks.

- Please stay!

Don't push him.

Let Goujet do as he wishes.

- Stay. He has lots to tell.

Lots of things?

Nothing of interest.

Good-bye.

Wait, I'll walk with you.

He looked funny, the prisoner.

Staying in your nightshirt all day?

Think that's what shocked him?

It shocks me too.

Not me.

Let people think what they want!

I'm above that!

- Oh, you!

What about me?

You?

Nothing.

Let her pout,

it's good for her.

Get dressed.

We'll have lunch, just us men.

With what?

Where'd you get that?

Someone must've "kindly" told him

what I did while he was in jail.

Virginie.

I wouldn 't put it past her.

She 's behind everything that happened.

No!

Stop, I ' ll never drink all that!

- It's nothing.

- I 'm not used to it!

Amanda!

You're not interested

in my soul

My body is all you want

How can she be naked like that

in front of everyone?

It's part of the job!

Instead of the treasure within

All you want is my skin

She does have gorgeous skin.

Gorgeous.

I weep, I weep, I weep,

for after all

It's just skin-deep

I want romance, love unique

But all you ever desire

Is to caress my physique

Can 't you aim any higher

Why regard breadth and girth

As if they were my only worth

But I have heart

Feelings too

And ideals

under what's in view

I weep

when gentlemen come to call

I weep, I weep, I weep,

for after all

It's just skin-deep

Poets say women are

Flowers, roses and dears

What we want is their hearts

But they think only of our rears

They may call us heavenly

Or name us as goddesses triumphant

Still they return obstinately

To our little firmament

What's so funny?

"Her little firmament."

Don't you get it?

Didn't you teach her anything?

Mes Bottes!

What did you do with Coupeau?

Come here!

- I didn't eat him!

- Where is he?

- Hey! What's your problem?

He didn't come home last night,

you know.

I know, neither did l!

We were together.

- Where's he now?

He mentioned going to Les Halles

for some snails.

Thanks, Virginie.

I had a great time.

- Good night.

- Be good!

She's so silly, Virginie.

There you are!

- About time.

- What is it? Is he hurt?

In his state,

I should have put him in jail,

but since we're friends -

- Did you see?

- Even though he puked on me.

- Did you see my sidewalk?

- It really stinks.

He'll be in so much trouble!

Go to bed.

It's none of our business.

The slob.

He didn't.

Come, my little Gervaise.

No, I'm staying here.

What are you afraid of?

He can't hear us.

I promise I won't touch you.

You're hurting me.

No!

Oh, God!

He threw me out of bed.

I don't even have a bed.

- Awake already?

- It's time.

I slept on a chair.

I'd have given you my bed.

My poor child, what could I tell him?

Nothing.

He no longer loves his mother,

that's all.

And the only one who loved me,

the only one who could've stopped it,

had to be in prison.

And now that he 's back,

how can I tell him?

He 'd never understand.

It seems I 'm too late,

from what I 've seen.

- What did you see?

I told you, nothing's going on!

Don't you believe me?

I believe you.

You see?

Because it's the truth.

Come on.

Dance with me.

I was wrong to go to jail.

That's for sure!

But I went,

and in the meantime,

Lantier moved in.

It was Coupeau who wanted it!

Sure it was.

Why'd you let him?

I was wrong, I know.

Gervaise always wants

to please everyone.

If I had slept with him,

you know I'd tell you.

No.

Why would you?

I tell you everything.

You wouldn't tell me.

You'd be ashamed.

- Good God, yes.

I would be ashamed.

Do you believe me?

I believe you.

I knew it.

- Not finished?

- No.

I'm in no mood to laugh.

And you, what do you think?

- Of what?

- Etienne.

Should we let him go

with Goujet?

A worker should travel!

I thought you'd come

to help raise him.

- He's already been raised.

- I already said no.

He's just starting out,

it's crazy. I said no.

- I say yes.

- Who asked you?

I'm his father.

That's true.

You're right. Sorry.

- Got any tobacco?

- Who knows? Look around.

Why are mornings so rough?

It's simple:

You drink too much.

It's not too much,

it does me good!

- If you say so.

- I'm healthier than you!

Look at that!

Tight as a drum!

You should get one.

Unhealthy fat.

You're jealous because

you don't have any.

Typical, no matches.

Lantier was right.

Drink was killing Coupeau.

There were days I thought,

"Good riddance."

- What are you looking for?

- My suitcase.

Is Etienne leaving tomorrow?

You know he is. Go to sleep.

Daddy took your suitcase.

Why?

For the pawnshop.

He put sheets in it,

your customers' sheets.

Thief.

Thief!

Shut the door!

The sheets. Tell me!

Where are my sheets?

- Your sheets.

Did you pawn them?

They weren't your sheets!

Thief!

That's enough, I said!

Give me the pawn slip!

That tickles!

It's a pawn slip.

Here's what I think

of your pawn slip!

I ate your sheets!

Slob!

- Leaving so soon?

- I'll be back!

Gervaise!

This can't go on.

I'm not leaving.

You must leave.

"You must leave."

He must leave.

Obey your father.

You must leave.

They were the only

good things in my life.

Maybe that's why they left.

- Virginie's pillowcase.

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