Le bonheur de Pierre Page #6

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It's time for drastic measures.

I'll fix them. Just watch me.

Come here, Felicity.

I'll tell you about your cousin Pekoe.

Where did your father go?

- Out hunting.

No.

Dear God above.

See, Daddy?

Even with Felicity

in my grasp, I'm unhappy.

Forgive me, princess.

I went too far.

It's my fault.

Listen.

First thing tomorrow,

we'll go back to Paris.

Retreating to Paris,

defeated by human idiocy,

unable to give Catherine

my philosophy of happiness,

was bitter to me.

I went to bid my dream farewell.

Farewell, winter.

Farewell, Aunt Jeanne.

Farewell,

majestic Canadian forest.

This time you won't come back.

Is that drastic enough for you?

No, no, no, Mr. Mayor.

I know you have Canadian blood

in your veins,

but you'll freeze

to death out here.

Mr. Martin! Are you there?

I have to talk to you!

Michel's flipped out.

We can't find him anywhere!

Thank God. I'm frozen stiff.

The storm's getting worse.

Michel's disappeared.

I'm worried sick.

Mr. Martin isn't here.

Lord, what a mess!

What are we going to do?

There. Feel better?

- Yes.

Human warmth helps.

No fire, and a howling blizzard,

but we have human warmth.

I... I'm the one who...

The parcel... I did it...

I know. I saw it there.

Thank you.

No, no! I mean...

I'm the one who shot it.

With the shotgun.

Well, we found it.

That's what matters.

The power - I cut it off.

From the dawn of time

until the 19th century,

we didn't have electricity.

We still managed to evolve.

The telephone.

I made Steven cut the wire.

As far as I'm concerned,

no news is good news.

Marcel iced up the road

on purpose, and... and...

I let Killer eat Pekoe.

I'm a bastard

and you're saving my life.

Why?

It must be my fate.

A long time ago,

I decided to be happy.

I don't know where I'll end up,

but I do know

I intend to be smiling.

All those things you told me -

we decide how important

we'll let them be.

That's the choice I made.

Lao Tsu made the same choice.

Lao Tsu.

You remember Lao Tsu?

Oh, sure.

He said something beautiful:

happiness isn't a destination;

it is a way of travelling.

I can't feel my legs anymore.

Frostbite. We must get you warm.

Don't squeak like that!

Did we ever discuss opposing forces?

- Not yet.

In this double world,

nothing can exist unless

its opposite exists too.

Newton was the first to ...

Sorry to interrupt, but

I'm in no position to take notes.

That last comment owes

more to science than to philosophy.

Briefly, there is both good

and evil in each one of us.

It's awful. We're stuck here,

and they're lost in the storm.

Lord, I hope it blows itself

out before morning.

Yes. It'll be better tomorrow.

We're closing up shop.

Closing up shop?

We're closing up shop.

We're leaving.

It's Parisian slang.

You're buggering off!

That's Qubec slang.

We are buggering off.

All under control.

I started the generator.

We have power, Katie.

It's Spiderman.

That's American.

I can't feel my legs!

Blessed Mother Mary!

Oh, honey...

Days passed and we discovered

that the eerie events

of the night of the snowstorm

had made us all reassess our lives.

As a result, my philosophy

of happiness spread like wildfire.

Fortunately, we quickly understood

that we belonged

to the large family of those

who chose to be happy,

joined for all time by a state of

permanent and collective felicity.

Oops... It doesn't matter.

Let it go right to the bottom.

That's where the fish are.

That's right.

- It's a long way down!

Set the stop...

Now we wait.

It takes time.

I'm in no hurry.

Now that Catherine was happy,

I had only one concern left.

How to tell her that

Aunt Jeanne's fortune

was only a figment

of my imagination.

All our differences smoothed away,

we realized we were

in total harmony.

At last, we were one!

The infinitesimally small

is so small

that we come to doubt

that we even exist.

I mean that you, I, him, them,

nature - we all form one whole,

linked by a fascinating,

mysterious phenomenon...

No. I don't know about you,

but I don't get any of this.

Okay.

Let me summarize.

One. All of us here are one.

That's what Pierre means.

Exactly, Michel.

How come we're one?

You keep saying that,

but there are

at least 30 of us here today.

Hey, cool! I get it!

Big Joe, what Pierre means is

in the infinitely small,

atom-size, we're united.

Attached to each other.

The table, the toaster,

the mixer, me, your tools,

it's all the same.

What a bright lad!

I didn't understand

a word you said, dear.

Hang on a sec.

You mean I am my plumbing?

When you look

at the infinitely small,

yes, Big Joe.

Infinitely small or life-size,

Big Joe can't be his plumbing.

He's the plumber!

It doesn't make any sense at all!

Typical.

It's not that hard, damn it!

What Michel's saying is that

in the infinitely small,

like atoms, it's all the same.

You're the same as poutine!

Are you insulting me?

What do you mean?

- The nerve! Calling me Poutine!

I never called you Poutine!

- You did so!

Michel! Michel!

Fix it amongst yourselves!

Everybody pipe down!

Just pipe down, all of you!

I guess it's not the time to

talk about the snowmobile trail, eh?

What a twit...

CANCOD CNST, Montreal

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