Liliom Page #4

They say you beat her.

So I hear.

So what? None of your business.

It's nothing to boast about.

If you're tired of her...

Drop her, right?

I get the picture.

Don't be arrogant.

Come on.

Go ahead and say it.

You're not happy with her.

You think about

the carousel ponies.

The organ. The lights.

Come on, you amazon ladies!

Come, child's child, let's go for a spin.

Let's have a ball

and turn and turn.

Don't be beastly

We'll share true love.

Night and day.

On the carousel horses

we will feel much better.

Holding you tight against me

Cheek to cheek.

We take offhappily.

Toward the sky.

Those were the good times.

We had no idea.

Did you hear

I bought a new organ?

I've got ears.

It's all I hear these days.

And you know the two black horses

with the broken ears?

They're gone!

What did you put in their place?

What would you have put

in their place?

Cars.

Airplanes.

Airplanes?

And that's not all.

The gondola that was always

tearing up the ladies' dresses...

- Remember the problem with Labraux...

- The wife of the fruit vendor.

I knew it.

The answer is yes.

You'll come back.

Really, are you an artist

or a caretaker?

Please, not a caretaker!

What aboutJulie?

Your little Julie

isn't going to starve.

To sum it up...

Olinger isn't the ticket.

Can anyone replace you?

Hooligan!

- Will you?

- Yes, I will!

I'm going back to the carousel.

What is it?

Nothing.

- I've got something to tell you.

- It can't be urgent.

- But it is. Yesterday...

- Can't you see I'm busy?

- It won't take long.

- Leave me alone.

- It won't take long.

- Beat it!

What?

I'm not leaving.

Hit me if you like.

Not in front of me!

You two have a little chat.

I'll be waiting.

It's a good thing

I'm a patient man!

Well? I'm listening!

My head was hurting yesterday.

You asked me why I...

You also said

I had changed a lot.

Yeah. So?

That's all.

It's what I thought.

What? Are you ill?

No, I'm not ill.

Well, then?

Can you let me in on it?

Yes. It's just that...

Help me.

It's a very natural thing.

I'm not afraid.

- It was bound to happen.

- What?

When a man and a woman

live together...

I'm going to have a baby.

What?

A baby?

Did she leave?

Yes.

Here's an advance of 200 francs.

Why don't you take it?

Let me eat in peace, Mrs. Muskat.

Can't you see I'm eating?

Isn't that enough?

I don't know if the message

is getting through.

Go back to your carousel horses!

Take a good look at me now...

because you're never going

to see me again!

You promise? Don't tease me.

Ever again.

Mrs. Muskat!

Leave without looking back.

Julie's going to have a baby.

Julie's going to have a baby.

Julie's going to have a baby!

Go on.

- Auntie!

- What is it?

When a woman... You'd know if...

Is it...

I mean, is it dangerous...

when a woman...

When a woman what? Spit it out!

- Nothing.

- Drunk again.

Congratulations, I hear you're taking

real good care of Julie!

She'll die in the street

if she counts on you, lazy bum!

Alfred!

- Hey, big guy!

- What's up?

Tell me...

didn't you talk to me

about a job...

that could bring in

a nice chunk?

Yes, but it'd take two guys

to pull it off.

You and me.

With me, it's a sure thing.

I've been around.

I'll think about it.

Leave me in peace.

Step right up,

ladies and gentlemen!

Today we bring out

the flags and the lights!

Half price for everybody.

Saddle up on the deer, Inspector!

That's it.

Keep your knees together.

Here on the horse we have the sergeant,

jockey-style! Wax that mustache!

Police ride for free today!

Let the music begin!

I'm going to have a baby!

Why are you shouting so loud?

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Where does he keep the money?

In a leather bag.

Sixty bills.

Payroll for the week.

I got a bite!

In the bucket, little one.

Maybe we wouldn't have to...

kill him.

Not if he hands over the money nicely,

but you can't count on it.

A quick stab in the ribs

is a safer bet... no complications.

Sixty thousand francs.

Then we split for America

right away.

No, that's just the thing

that'll get you caught.

The dough stays hidden for six months

as if nothing happened.

In exactly six months...

the little one will be born.

Three months before we leave,

you get a job.

You put money aside,

or that's what you say.

Then off we go to America,

without a trace.

How will it happen,

more or less?

It's child's play.

We wait for him in the small tunnel.

It's his usual route.

You'll be over there,

and you'll say to him...

"Good evening.

Could you tell me the time?"

Repeat that.

"Good evening.

Could you tell me the time?"

Add "please."

It sounds more polite that way.

And then I'll...

I'll hit him on the head...

from the back.

And then you...

You stab him.

"Good evening.

Could you please tell me..."

Say, about the knife...

You think it's really necessary?

You can give it a try

with my fishing pole...

but I can't guarantee anything.

Do you... have a knife?

Here, take this. Take it!

Take it, for God's sake!

- Listen...

- Hide it!

Wrap it in your handkerchief.

Hurry up!

Come on.

And at night...

in my dreams...

he'll be there.

When I arrive in front

of the good Lord...

what will I say to Him?

Lowlifes like us never go

in front of the Lord, for one thing.

Why?

Have you ever been

in front of a chief of police?

Well, then?

The inspector and us...

We never see anyone

higher then the inspector.

Maybe it's not the same up there.

Why would it be any different?

God handles the bigwigs.

He hands the tramps off

to his inspector.

Music and angels are for the bigwigs.

And we get...

- We get what?

- All we get is justice!

In the other world,

that's all we'll ever get.

An inspector, at best.

But where there's an inspector,

you can bet they won't miss you...

so don't worry.

"Good evening."

"Could you please tell me the time?"

"Could you please tell me..."

There he is!

I sharpen...

scissors...

razors...

and knives.

Do you have anything to sharpen?

A knife?

- We have nothing to sharpen.

- Sir...

let a poor man earn a few sous.

Come on. It doesn't cost much.

Take advantage

of this special opportunity.

You're bugging us

with your chatter!

Pity.

No, that's it. I'm backing out.

- It's too disgusting!

- All right!

Let's drop it.

Julie will have her baby

in the gutter, that's all.

Watch out, there he is.

"Good evening. Could you please

tell me the time?" Don't chicken out.

Listen...

Good evening.

Could you...

Could you please tell me the time?

It's 24 minutes past 5:00.

On the dot.

Let me go, sir.

I didn't do anything to you.

- No?

- No, it was him.

And what about this?

Move and I'll shoot!

- I just...

- Wanted to know the time?

Well, now you know.

And do you know

who's coming this way?

The knife-grinder.

The knife-grinder?

Two policemen.

Stop! Stop!

Hold it!

Hold it there!

- You'll never get me!

- Hands up!

Quick, you there!

He's through.

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