Gervaise Page #6

- So what?

Smell it.

Heliotrope.

Remind you of anything?

What's your problem?

Gervaise, this is the last straw!

You call this clean?

It's still greasy.

Maybe if Mr. Boche didn't put

that dirty pomade in his hair!

Mr. Boche?

He does his hair as he likes!

Fine, I'll do it again.

And you, my dear,

are losing your touch!

I'm not losing my touch,

I'm working alone

and I've only got

one set of hands!

One last thing,

the owner comes tomorrow.

I know.

I'm only 10 days late.

- Only 10?

First, it's 13.

And second,

he's thrown people out for less!

More respectable people!

That's one less client.

One less source of disgust.

And 10 francs less every month.

Don't bug me!

Mind your own business!

It is my business when

you owe me two weeks pay!

I never said I didn't.

They don't deprive themselves.

Where's my glass?

Come and get it, lazybones.

Is that how you

speak to your father?

It wasn't me.

Stew, again!

Drat! I've had it!

Slob!

Who did that?

- We're sick of potatoes.

Give me money

and we'll have meat.

Give me that!

- Bye! I'm going to eat.

You're lucky, I'm sick of potatoes!

It might not be your fault,

but lately, you must admit -

And you,

do you pay my alimony?

Come on.

"Come on," what's that mean?

Come on, come on.

You'll drive me crazy.

I don't like potatoes either!

If that's how you feel, I'll leave.

Great! Go away.

And don't come back.

- We can't go on like this.

- No.

To say such things...

When the trough is empty,

we fight like beasts.

What if I found someone

to take over the shop?

Right away!

I'll close up shop and good riddance!

Are you crazy?

We'll find someone.

I don't know.

Think about it.

I can't believe it.

Why did you say that?

Your shop, don't you remember?

Your shop.

Yes, I wanted my shop.

Lord, how I wanted it!

And I got it.

And now, where's my shop?

You two ate it.

It's in your belly and his.

My God, we were

better off as employees.

I don't want it anymore.

I can't stand it. They can have it.

Get your crocks and china

fixed here!

May I join you?

Not having lunch at home?

Give him a bag, too.

You're right, it's gone too far.

You won't see me around there

much longer!

What a pity.

As if you care.

That's not a nice thing to say!

Isn't it beautiful?

Care to join me?

- Are you alone?

- If I were, I wouldn't invite you.

In that case, thanks.

Good-bye, Clemence.

I'll bring my fries.

If you want.

My regards to Mr. Fish!

Actually, no.

I have no desire

to give up my shop.

Sorry!

Make up your mind.

Didn't you say you did?

Give up my shop?

On the contrary!

I'll hire new workers,

I'll pay my debts,

I'll begin afresh!

You'll see,

don't you worry!

I wanted to help you,

out of friendship.

Oh, yes!

Out of friendship.

Friendship is a fine thing,

and fine friends you are!

- Or you simply changed your mind?

- I changed my mind

as soon as I saw her nasty puss

behind you!

You haven't changed!

You're still the same trash

I spanked at the wash house.

- Come on.

- You shouldn't have said that.

I get it now.

Ever since then,

this is what you wanted,

with those big innocent eyes!

You won't get my shop!

Don't be so proud.

We know how you bought it,

with money from a jailbird.

He's worth more than your cop,

slut!

- Slut?

And you? How can you talk,

with what goes on here?

Everyone knows.

- What about you two?

- You're nuts!

Except everyone

doesn't know about you!

- Madam, let's go.

- Don't call her "Madam" for my sake!

Heliotrope seller!

Get out of my sight!

- I'm not scared of you.

- You should be!

You'll end up in prison too!

Send Fish to arrest me,

because I've got something to tell him!

- Don't you dare!

- If one spanking wasn't enough,

I've got another one!

Piping hot

and ready to go!

Get your backside ready!

Mind your manners!

It's normal you don't want

Virginie to get your shop.

- Not that.

- It doesn't matter.

I don't give a damn

about my shop anymore.

Your shop?

- Nothing. Don't tire yourself.

- You're quitting?

Of course not.

- lt'll work out. You'll see.

- Sure.

- lt'll work out.

- Careful!

- Smells like roast pig.

- That's the name for it.

What a Balthazar's feast.

Red balls.

It jumps. It flies.

It jumps.

All fine.

Lanterns in the trees.

What? Bastard! Bastard!

What is it? Calm down!

Leave me alone!

Calm down.

Stop!

Bastard!

- It's the fever.

- Leave me alone!

Close your skirts!

It's you he's after!

He wants to screw you, this guy!

- Stupid lout!

- He's dancing.

He's laughing.

Look out!

- Tell Boche to warn the hospital.

- Fetch an ambulance.

That's brandy! It burns!

I want water!

And that's acid!

Clemence, take that!

Clemence, you piece of dirt!

Shirts everywhere!

Come to bed.

Your shop!

I'll take care of your shop, Goujet!

The shop!

Look at Goujet's shop!

Look out!

Gervaise!

No, not those.

Those are better.

What is it, Nana dear?

Let me see your hands.

Disgusting.

Doesn't your mother clean you?

- Mommy is even dirtier than me.

Put your hand out. Here.

Happy?

- I'd like a ribbon.

- You would?

Remember when Coupeau died,

you said they'd be better off?

Take a look.

Here.

- Six of Cups.

- The Hermit.

The Hermit, The Strength.

The Emperor.

My turn.

- Knight of Cups.

- Ace!

- Your turn.

- The Death.

The Devil.

I cut with Coins.

Four of Coins.

Mommy, some candy.

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