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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
of his filthy beast
into his maw!
No, Catherine! Catherine!
Out of my way. I mean it.
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?
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.
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.
so we had no heat.
And the phone's still out...
Mr. Martin,
I have great news for you.
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
so we can fix the main.
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
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
It's like meeting a childhood hero,
finding you here at dawn,
standing tall on your machine,
bravely confronting the land,
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?
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
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
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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