Liliom Page #2

Dare I ask you very respectfully...

to please shut your trap?

- What?

- Your trap!

To the cash register, on the double!

Come back anytime you want,

sweetie.

Day or night, ride a pony, a deer,

whatever you want.

If you're broke,

Liliom will treat you to a ride.

And if anyone dares look at you

the wrong way, I'll spank her in public.

Bastard! I made you what you are!

You think I won't can you

just 'cause you have the gift of gab?

Wrong!

I'll drop you

like a ton of bricks...

whenever I feel like it.

Like a ton of bricks? I see.

I'm sailing.

Don't get upset. We're not arguing

about these two tarts, are we?

Not a word about this young lady.

I've been fired. See you.

But, Mr. Liliom, she didn't say

you're fired...

Shut up, you.

Apologize.

Apologize? Me?

- To whom?

- To the young lady.

Never!

You could offer me the entire casino,

the amusement park...

and the Rothschilds' fortune,

and I'd still refuse, you hear?

That's it! You've said enough!

Now, I advise you to make nice.

One...

I've never touched a woman

to punish her.

Two...

Except for Mrs. Leclerc,

who spent three weeks in the hospital.

Three...

There you have it.

Come on, kids.

I'm tired of playing the clown

at the Hippo-Palace.

Get out of here! I never want

to see you again, you dirty hooligan!

Out of commission!

Poor Mr. Liliom!

Don't feel sorry for me.

You too, or I'll smack you!

I'm not.

What will you do now, Mr. Liliom?

- Go for a drink.

- With us, Mr. Liliom?

I can't refuse, if you're paying.

Or you.

Are you rich?

- I've got eight...

- Eight francs?

Eight sous.

How about you?

No money? Don't worry about it.

I'll get my things

and then I'll buy us a drink.

Wait for me in front of the fakir,

next to the doughnut stand.

No, make that near the bridge...

at the fourth park bench

on the avenue.

- Are you upset?

- Are you?

A little.

Me too.

She fired him on our account.

It's him!

You're both still here?

You told us to wait for you.

I only invited one of you.

The other one can take a walk.

So...

which one will it be?

I'm waiting.

Mr. Liliom...

if she gets in after midnight,

her employers will fire her.

Fire her? I was fired too.

Yes.

Good night, then.

So...

we're in the same boat tonight.

Both of us, fired.

Let's not talk about that anymore.

You want to go for a drink?

Want to go dancing?

So, where do you want to go?

Do you have a sweetheart?

Don't lie.

I'm not lying.

I'd tell you if I did.

I've never had one.

Come on, you stayed

because you know the tune.

What tune?

This can't be!

Don't tell me you don't know

why you're sitting here in the dark...

close to me.

What's your name?

Your first name.

Julie.

Police.

Here are two more!

Your papers.

- Oh, it's you.

- Military papers, as usual.

They had to add an extra page

for previous offenses.

Ask the sergeant for a character

reference. He knows me.

This is Liliom, Inspector.

A carnival barker,

hauled in several times...

for assault and battery

and drunkenness in public.

Is that your girlfriend?

No.

- Your name?

- Julie Boulard.

- Chambermaid?

- Show us your hands.

No, all-purpose maid.

Why aren't you

at your employer's home...

instead of roaming around

at this hour with this character?

It's my day off.

He'll take your savings and then,

"So long, see you!"

I don't have any money.

You're barking up the wrong tree

with this one, Liliom.

You've got me mixed up

with someone else, Sergeant.

Julie Boulard, I must warn you...

against this dangerous

seducer of maids.

He'll promise to marry you,

then he'll make off with your money.

But have no fear.

Come with us.

One of our men will escort you

to your employer's house.

Is that an order?

Just some friendly advice.

Thank you, sir.

- I'm going to stay.

- You've been warned.

Thank you very much.

Let's go.

So now you know all about me.

You heard them.

I'll take all your savings.

I don't have any money.

But if I had,

I'd give it all to you...

with all my heart.

- You'd give it to me?

- If you asked me to.

Do you love me?

No, Mr. Liliom.

I don't understand.

You're a strange girl.

I suppose so.

Good evening.

- You're not gonna put this one out?

- No, just every other one.

That's too bad.

So now...

it's just the two of us.

Aren't you afraid

here in the dark...

with a dangerous seducer of maids?

I'm not afraid, Mr. Liliom.

Perhaps not tonight...

but what about tomorrow?

Would you stay with me...

forever?

Assuming you love me, of course.

If I loved someone...

I wouldn't be afraid of anything.

Not even death.

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Don't you want any?

Yes, a little later.

That's what you say, but once

I turn my back, you don't touch it.

Another drop?

One has to keep one's strength up.

I know you've never been

the type to pack on the pounds.

But this is too much.

Really...

you're as skinny as a bird.

Someone has to be there to serve you

when you come home so late.

There's a knot in these laces.

Can you get it out?

In the beginning...

In the beginning...

you didn't spend

all your nights out.

I can't hang around here

all the time...

with that damn organ

blasting in our ears.

I'm exhausted...

and from doing nothing!

The same old story

from morning till night.

Your old aunt works, Julie works...

but you, you're still in bed!

What kind of work should I do?

I never learned a trade.

Work as a day laborer? Never.

You could have accepted

that caretaker position last week.

Room and free heat.

A caretaker.

Now that's what I call a job!

A caretaker! Who, me?

- You haven't taken a good look at me.

- Liliom is an artist at heart.

"An artist at heart."

In other words, a loafer.

Starting fights...

that's his best work.

How many times did you pick him up

at the police station last month?

They released him each time.

He was innocent.

They were wrong! They should

have kept him, and good riddance!

Old goat!

A little more coffee?

With three lumps of sugar.

First-class.

And now, a half cup

for my strange little girl.

- Is it all gone?

- The important thing is you liked it.

So that's it. It's all my fault.

I drank it all.

You're exhausted.

I'm to blame for that too.

I'm tired of your constant criticism.

- Enough of your martyred looks!

- Stop, you'll break it!

That takes the cake!

I think only of you, and all you can

say is, "Don't break the coffee pot."

Well, there! And the cup too!

- Those didn't belong to us.

- Be quiet!

- I won't be quiet.

- That's enough.

Liliom, it always ends like this.

I won't speak to you

for a whole week!

Did he strike you?

He should be ashamed!

Did he hurt you?

Did you slap him back?

When I was young, I always hit back.

Poor little thing!

Listen, the carpenter is coming

to have his portrait taken.

Why don't you go and fetch

the 5-by-7 frames?

Lazy coward!

"Report to the police station

on July 17 at 10:00."

Can't you watch where you're going?

At your service.

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