Le bonheur de Pierre Page #5

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So we'll be on our way.

Marcel.

Mr. Martin...

Outside, Fang.

Get some air.

Freakin' hypocrites!

I'd like to break

his bloody neck,

the strutting phoney!

I didn't understand all that,

but she should rest now.

If you need anything,

I'm just across the way.

Pekoe?

Pekoe!

Come to mother, pet.

Pekoe! Here, darling.

Pekoe. Pekoe!

What's going on in the cellar?

Killer's playing

with the Frenchie's dog.

Don't let him hurt it.

No, no.

Pekoe!

Pekoe!

Pekoe?

What a bad doggie.

Killer!

Daddy isn't pleased.

Daddy's mad at you.

Daddy's mad.

Mr. Martin, as mayor,

I bring very sad news.

It's his... his collar...

What is it? What happened?

- I don't know.

He was playing with Killer and

...they got into a fight.

Blast it, I was too late.

What? I don't think I... Hunh?

- ...see the deceased?

Oh, the deceased!

Not until morning, I'm afraid.

But sometimes Killer

does a number 2 at night.

He ate him?

My deepest sympathies.

I don't know what to say to you.

Thank you for notifying me.

- Really, don't mention it.

My condolences.

Careful.

- Got it.

You have this.

But ... Catherine?

Catherine.

Catherine?

Catherine,

where are you, sweetheart?

Savages.

It's a country of savages!

Eaten by a mangy cur

under the indifferent gaze

of a pig!

Watch me! I'll grind that man

into sausage meat!

I'll cut him in pieces

and stuff the bloody balls

of his filthy beast

into his maw!

No, Catherine! Catherine!

Out of my way. I mean it.

I'm going to murder him!

Let me past!

I'm sorry, Catherine.

Forgive me.

Hang on, dearest. Hang on.

He ate my dog!

Deprive your enemy

of all means of communication.

...soaring turrets...

...long history...

Time for a tranquillizer.

There.

I'm going out to see

what happened.

I'll be right back.

Oh, Pekoe!

Dear Pekoe. Pekoe...

We lost the signal.

But it doesn't matter.

Little Pekoe...

I'll call the company.

No.

I'll drive into town.

I can't do that either.

I'll stay with you, princess.

Well? How is she?

See, Pekoe?

That's Louis XIV on TV.

It's always Louis XIV.

Oh, boy. She's talking

to Pekoe. That's not good.

She's avoiding reality.

And I think she took

too many pills.

Hi, Katie - Catherine.

Feeling better?

I guess not.

You won't have to spend much

on dog food this winter.

Hey! This gizmo works!

Course it does.

Michel Dolbec, you're a genius!

May I? Come with me, pet.

Make sure he really does pee.

What a hoot!

I've had about enough of this.

It's not right.

They're nice people.

You can visit them in France.

We're almost done, trust me.

They'll give up soon.

I gave you a contract. Right?

Remember your contract.

The power's off at our house.

Oh, good. It's on again.

I smell a rat. I'm going

into town for a generator.

Catherine needs to stay warm.

Thanks, Mario.

See you tomorrow.

The dope.

He left the door open.

It goes off, it comes on.

I left the doors open. I think

there's a loose connection.

You're a scientist, Daddy.

You know the principle

of alternating current.

It alternates.

Don't worry.

It's not important.

All that matters is that

we're together, the two of us.

Right. Goodnight, Eskimos.

Quit sulking and

go give Marcel a hand.

I want Big Bertha here

at 6 a.m. tomorrow.

It's hard for you, princess.

But they're good people.

They just don't know it yet.

Steven!

Shut it down!

Cool!

- I suppose.

Hi, Mr. Martin.

You're up bright and early.

I have a disaster in the cellar.

My pipes have burst.

Last night the power went off

so we had no heat.

And the phone's still out...

Mr. Martin,

I have great news for you.

As mayor and chairman of

the board of St. Simone du Nord,

I am proud - nay, delighted,

to tell you that your plumbing

problem is our top priority.

We'll start this very day

by digging a humungous -

a deep trench across your lot

so we can fix the main.

"Main" means the large pipe

supplying water to your house.

This is a major task and

we can't, unfortunately,

expect to finish it

before spring at the earliest.

But community spirit is strong

in St. Simone

and we decided

that you and your daughter

need and deserve

our support.

There, now.

Isn't that good news, sir!

Wonderful. You're wonderful.

We'd never get service

like this in France.

Our all-powerful bureaucracy

of technocrats

would cause endless delays,

despite the urgent need to...

Speaking of urgency,

I don't want to be a wet blanket,

but isn't your cellar flooding

this very moment?

Don't you have a major problem?

Major? Everything is relative.

Right now, every 7 seconds

a child dies of hunger.

My problems are minor.

But progressive people like you

are building a better world.

It's like meeting a childhood hero,

finding you here at dawn,

standing tall on your machine,

bravely confronting the land,

the burden of public service,

like Davy Crockett on his steed,

confronting America!

I guess... Yep...

Well, now...

That's harsh.

That's so harsh.

I can't cope.

That's harsh.

That's very harsh.

So harsh.

My head hurts.

I guess I'll go home now.

Too harsh.

I'll just go home.

Look, Steven, let's say

a customer buys something

that costs 99.

Who?

Somebody.

Buys what?

Something.

For how much?

99.

Why 99?

Let's pretend it costs 99.

Where are you going, dear?

It's noon and

you haven't had lunch yet.

I'm not hungry.

I had a slug of gin

and I think I'll go to bed.

Oh, don't do that!

Have some cereal first.

It'll do you good.

No, Lulu. It won't do me good.

No power.

No phone.

No heat, no car, no nothing.

His daughter's having

a breakdown.

I'm about to dig a crater

next to his house,

and he talks about Davy Crockett.

I remind him of Davy Crockett.

Why don't you leave him alone?

They're okay people.

Forget it and you'll feel better.

You'll see.

No, no, no.

I'm sick of being positive,

and what lovely weather,

and a better tomorrow,

beautiful Canada, air like wine,

and snowshoes!

It drives me nuts!

Things are bad, always have been,

always will be,

it's all gone to hell

in a handbasket!

The ping-pong parcel came back

from France again today.

Be a dear and give it to them.

Damn it.

No more decent wine.

Have to drink this rot-gut.

I'm going home.

Don't have to be

particularly pervish...

perkot... very partil...

pertin... peshtive...

persic... perstoop...

- Perceptive.

...per soosh. That's hard

to say when you're bombed.

A year and a day. Ha.

There isn't enough money

in the entire known world

to make me put up with these

degenerates for another day.

Don't say that, darling.

Hate breeds hate.

Love wipes it away.

That bastard ate Pekoe.

It's disgusting.

I'm leaving. I've had it.

He didn't do it. His dog did.

Pills and alcohol don't mix.

Why are you crying?

I'm not crying.

It's the smoke.

Press 9 twice. Go ahead.

No!

The 9 is this one up here.

That's the phone, honey.

Not the cash.

Sorry, Mom.

Work on it.

I'll put the potatoes on.

Now try it. Good.

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