Marius
- Year:
- 1931
- 130 min
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- Hey, Marius.
- Yes, Fanny?
- What are you thinking about?
- You, maybe.
Liar.
- Only when you see me.
Buy me a coffee.
All right. Father's asleep.
Tell me...
why weren't you at the dance
last night?
at the Cascade.
- Do you go?
- Yes.
- You meet nice people.
- Like who?
Andr, Monsieur Bouzique, Victor.
I danced with Victor all evening.
Does he dance
as stupidly as he walks?
You're awful.
Why don't you come?
- I can't dance.
I'd rather not.
Where did you go?
I went for a walk, to breathe
the night air on the jetty.
- All alone?
- Yes, but I ran into Monsieur Brun.
- He's back?
- Yesterday.
Why did he go?
To take a course. He went to Paris
a clerk and came back an inspector.
- Inspectors earn a lot of money.
- Monsieur Brun?
They need to, with all those
starched collars they wear.
That's the Saigon.
- How do you know?
- And the Yara's whistle.
What's that?
- That whistle.
- It's the Yara.
Idiot. It's the percolator.
You bought her a coffee?
Want a cup?
Why?
There'll be nothing left
for our customers.
You begrudge me a cup of coffee?
- It's the principle of the thing.
- What principle?
Drinking the profits.
You make me look so small.
Make you look small? How?
What do you take me for?
A son who must obey his father.
At his age?
I was 32 when I felt
my father's boot for the last time.
We knew what love and respect were
in those days.
- And a kick in the pants.
- We didn't answer back.
I can't imagine Mother hitting me.
You'd snivel in a corner.
It's a pity your father isn't here
to whip you into shape.
All our children do
is poison our lives.
Poison your life?
I share the work.
Some sharing.
Never here when you're wanted.
- I'm here all day.
- He's right.
What business is it of yours?
You work the whole time
with such a sad, sorry expression.
Anyone would think
you were a teetotaler.
Maybe I'm neurasthenic.
- Is that catching?
- It just happens.
Don't try to make fun
of your father.
And you go and sell your shellfish.
Leave us alone.
You're a slacker.
Just like your Uncle Emil.
Just dragging his own shadow along
wore him out.
You moon about,
don't know your job.
You don't even know your own job.
You can't make a vermouth
and black currant.
And as for a Picon-Curaao,
forget it.
Yesterday old Cougard
came to complain.
And yet it's easy. Look.
You put one third Curaao.
A very small third, mind you.
A third of lemon.
A good third of Picon.
And then a large third of water.
That's four thirds.
So?
A glass only holds three thirds.
That depends
on the size of the thirds.
- No, it doesn't.
- Why not?
It's arithmetic.
Well, don't try
to change the subject.
And the drip on the bottle.
Is that arithmetic too?
What drip?
The drip you always leave
on the bottle. It's not difficult.
You have to pour it like this.
Twist the bottle
and put the drip back with the cork.
But Master Marius doesn't care,
so it trickles onto the label.
That's why the bottles are easier
to pick up than put down.
- Funny, is it?
- You're laughing too.
If I didn't, I'd cry.
Tomorrow at 9:
00all hands on deck.
Drumroll!
Leading Seaman Piquoiseau,
I declare you
Chevalier of the Legion of Honor.
Drumroll!
Have you gone crazy?
There's a spy on board.
Admiral Escartefigue,
you're reduced to the ranks.
Put him in irons
till we reach Manila.
Admiral Escartefigue
is reduced to the ranks.
Captain!
- Isn't it time we left, Captain?
- They're signaling like mad on the quay.
- How?
Like this.
It's probably just
some Italians talking.
No, they're gesticulating.
I'll see to it later.
Meanwhile, raise some steam
and pull the whistle.
That'll calm them down.
Only three blasts
or you'll use up all the steam.
And don't open the throttle too far.
Otherwise it will never shut again.
The ferry isn't popular anymore?
The transporter bridge
has taken away my customers.
Now they all use the bridge.
It's modern,
and they aren't seasick.
You've had people get seasick
on your boat? Who?
Me.
- On a 300-foot crossing?
- What 300 feet?
It's 675 feet.
I should know. I've crossed
every day for the last 30 years.
Thirty years.
Monsieur Escartefigue,
how do you feel
when you see the others?
What others?
The boats that go out
rather than across the harbor.
They go so far.
Yes, and sometimes so deep.
Last thing at night, when you see
all the lights on the water,
haven't you ever wanted
to turn round
and put out to sea?
Out to sea?
You're mad, my poor Marius.
- No. I see through you.
- And what do you see?
- I hate it?
- Yes, own up.
When you drink with the captains
back from Brazil or Madagascar,
when they tell you
about their voyages,
I can see you care.
I'm glad they're home
safe and sound.
- That's all?
- That's all.
Marius, I'm proud to be a sailor
and a captain,
But Madagascar can go to hell.
I've nothing against patriotism.
I'm glad the French flag flies
though I can't say
it does much for me.
But to go there -
especially by boat - no thanks.
I can't believe my ears.
Well, so long.
He's calling me.
He hates to keep passengers waiting.
Such a good lad.
He's using up all my steam.
The silly ass! Idiot!
Look out.
Full steam ahead.
So, Monsieur Brun,
what did you think of Paris?
Sensational.
Did you manage to explore at all?
I took a stroll each evening.
- So you met Landolfi.
- Who's that?
He was in the army with me.
Tall and fair. With a mustache
and a constant blink.
You can't miss him.
No, I didn't see him.
Then you can't have been in Paris.
But I was.
- And you didn't see Landolfi?
- No.
Then he must be dead.
- Paris is very big, you know.
- Sure, it's big.
It's a lot bigger
than Marseilles, right?
Forty times as big.
That trip has gone to your head.
They say
we Marseillais exaggerate.
But 40 times bigger.
That's a good one.
You're a true Lyonnais.
Oh, my God, it's 12:30.
Where's he gone?
To change. Today's Monday.
- What's so special about Mondays?
- Don't you know?
Every Monday my father
has lunch with his girlfriend.
No, he's changed to a Dutch woman
When he goes to see her,
But it's no crime.
He's a widower.
A widower? Please!
Don't say that word,
Monsieur Brun.
- You don't know of my misfortune?
- What misfortune?
Madame Panisse?
Three months tomorrow.
On Friday, she'd eaten
a sumptuous dish of snails and fish.
- And that Sunday she passed away.
- Just like that?
Say what you will,
the good Lord is not very kind.
Such a devoted wife, and so good
at putting the employees to work.
And at home she loved a laugh.
She was always ready
for a little joke.
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