La Maison Sous la Mer Page #4

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A port in South America...

...where I once spent a night.

They give land...

...to immigrants.

I'm not really interested

in being a landowner.

If we don't like it,

we'll go somewhere else.

And our house under the sea?

If we keep moving on,

we'll come back to it one day.

And we'll sail over it

in a ship.

We'll look down and say

"We met down there

at the bottom of the sea. "

I'd never known love like it, before.

I didn't know what it was.

Necklace?

That's rather nice... here.

Buy me something over there.

Tell your fortune?

Read your hand?

- You want to?

- No thanks.

I'd rather not know.

Here's your good fortune...

We leave tomorrow

on board the "Laura".

She had to leave her husband!

Like the fable of the pick and shovel.

- A little respect!

- Is my wife there?

- Have you seen her?

- We don't notice who goes past.

Wives are like a piece of soap.

When it slips out of our hand,

we find more.

- If you see her...

- Pick and shovel!

- What was that?

- Nothing.

Tell her I'm waiting for her.

One should keep one's dirty linen

in the family!

Ah, there you are!

- Going to be photographed.

- Me?

Yes. That's what I did...

when it happened to me.

The photo in my lounge

gets a lot of compliments...

There's a strong resemblance.

- Have you seen my wife?

- That depends.

- Depends on what?

- On you.

If you're ready to go crazy...

I can't.

But if you're in a good mood...

Where's my wife?

Don't talk to me

in that tone of voice.

I am Number 2

in this part of the world.

I deserve respect.

Where's my wife?

- She's gone for a walk.

- Whereabouts?

- Just gone for a walk!

What are you laughing at?

Maybe she's got a cousin...

a nice sort of cousin...

...one like a mosquito...

...who makes music at night.

Goddamned filthy bastard!

Yes, yes!

I said much the same thing

on the first day.

But I've read Rabelais.

You know what he says

about women?

"Mad at mass, but a nice soft bum. "

Cuckold!

You shouldn't have said that.

I'll meet you

after my night shift.

I'll be at our place.

The lamp is by the entrance.

There's bread and coffee.

You'd better talk

to your husband first.

Constant...

I don't want to leave you.

I don't want to go back

to face him.

It would be wrong to leave

without warning.

It would be asking for trouble

afterwards.

Our first night!

And tomorrow we leave.

You're not to hear

what I'm going to say.

Constant, I love you...

I'll love you 'til I die.

Did you hear?

No.

It was nothing.

See you.

See you.

Where've you been?

I'm told you've been

out walking?

That's right, Lucien.

You dare to say it's true?

Because it is true.

I should kick the sh*t out of you...

...I'm throwing you out!

No point in beating me up

over it.

I'll be fine on my own.

I'd already decided.

- That you'd leave?

- Yes, Lucien.

- You want to leave?

- It has to happen.

You want to become

like that Terretot girl!?

That's quite different.

And you're going

with some guy?

No... with a man.

So this is what I work for...

To pay for Madames gear!

Her wireless! Her hats!

You deserve...

When he ditches you...

don't come back!

The door'll be shut!

I shall never come back, Lucien.

What!?

Tell me now you don't

love me anymore!

Yes, Lucien.

I never wanted to hurt you.

Have you slept with him?

You whore!

Who is this guy?

Don't yell!

You know how the current

rushes around up at Cape Hague?

That's how I was carried away.

But who is it?

A fisherman? Some bum?

He works in the mine.

You've shamed me

with one of my workmates?

Who?...

I'll smash his face in!

It's time to go to work.

What's his name?

Constant.

Mercier?

You needn't cut any more.

I won't be sharing.

I'm going to ask you one thing.

The last.

Stay here until I come back.

Promise me?

I promise.

Well... goodbye, for good... eh?

People say they'll be back...

but this is different.

Goodbye, chaps.

'Bye Mercier.

I'll still be here.

Married, with kids...

...you won't even recognise me.

'Bye sweetie.

Have you two drunk

and made up?

Ready?

Ready.

Bastard! Bastard!

Bastard!

What are you doing?

Get off me!

What's this about?

As if you didn't know.

I swear I don't.

That's not true!

What are you talking about?

Stealing a workmate's wife.

Flore... is your wife?

You're a rotten bastard!

On my word of honour!

You have none!...

You're not from here.

When we finish work,

...you go after our wives!

If I'd known, I wouldn't have

looked at her.

It's too late now.

Don't I get any say in it?

What is she to you?

Me. I couldn't be happy

without her.

Too bad for you.

I'm your pal, Constant.

It was her choice.

Constant!

Stop bugging me!

Goodbye.

190, 191.

Why the 2 of them?

Mercier's not coming back.

- 'Night Terretot.

- 'Night Capel.

You saw him?

What did he say to you?

I asked him to explain.

He told me everything

he didn't know.

And..?

That's all there is to it.

Now that it's all over...

I promise I won't

mention it again.

I'm a nice guy... see?

He didn't say anything

else to you?

No. Nothing.

He's joined the freighter.

I don't believe we'll ever

see him again.

- The freighter?

- What?

Is it still there?

- Yes.

- I've got to get to it.

I'm waiting for Quoniam.

But I can't wait!

I'm begging you!

I've already hurt you.

I can't refuse you that.

Climb in.

Flora, a shooting star!

Make a wish!

Quickly... make a wish.

Constant!

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