Mon oncle Antoine Page #2

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- Tape.

Right where it always is.

- Need a hand?

- No, thanks.

That'll do.

What about me?

Sorry.

- Not bad.

- I told you. It feels good.

You're right.

It warms you up.

You're wearing your brooch.

I thought it went well

with the dress.

I shortened it a bit,

'cause my legs still look pretty good.

You're right.

It looks very nice.

You know what?

My wife isn't bad-looking.

Come on, stop it.

Sweet old man.

Old... that's for sure.

I said sweet.

- Have more.

- It's stronger than I thought.

- It's good for you.

- I'm not used to it.

It'll loosen you up.

Do I need it?

Damn nails.

Hey nonny nonny no

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Come back day after tomorrow, boys.

Merry Christmas.

Don't drink too much water.

It's not good for you.

Can't wait to get a look, huh?

Want to see it right now, huh?

Well, you'll have to wait.

It's a surprise.

Dying of curiosity, aren't you?

Come in and buy.

I've got good deals

for the ladies.

What have you got for kids?

I've got toys for the kids.

- What kind?

- What kind do you want?

An electric train.

Ask your dad to buy it for you.

I'll give him a good price.

I'm feeling generous this year.

Arthur, I'll even give you credit.

That's enough now.

Ready? Good.

Straighten your dress.

Good.

Watch closely now.

It's gonna open.

Hey, Jos! Are you crazy?

If you leave now,

they won't take you back.

I don't care.

Damn it, man!

You never change.

Fine. Go ahead.

Run off again.

Things will catch up to you one day,

and then you'll come crying!

What can I do?

It's just how I am.

You know the one about the Scotsman

whose kilt was too short?

Antoine, come here, please.

I'll tell you later.

Don't be too long.

They're nice pants,

and just your size.

- I don't like 'em.

- Why not?

- Too big.

- No, they're not.

You're sucking your stomach in.

Turn around.

We'll take 'em in a bit.

They'll be perfect.

- I heard your wife's pregnant.

- No.

- Even she says so.

- Just rumors.

She should know.

Ask her tonight.

With a belt

they'll be just fine.

You've lost weight.

Married life wearing you out?

Yeah, it takes it out of ya.

- You want 'em or not?

- I'll take 'em.

- They're $8.50. Cash?

- Cash.

Cash?

Strike up the band!

Let's drink to the occasion!

We don't need

an occasion to drink.

I'm surprised

at how quiet Thomas is.

I heard he fought in both wars

and married three times.

I fought in one war

and spent half of it in the stockade.

The stockade?

What did you do?

I was in military prison.

Go change over there.

A little drink will do us good.

To your health.

Where did he go?

Carmen.

Someone's here to see you.

- My father?

Yes.

Why don't you two

just adopt her?

You've come to collect

your daughter's pay?

Thirty-five.

Wasn't it 40?

I'm keeping the other five

for Carmen.

That wasn't our agreement.

I know, but that's the way it is.

Maurice, I've told you

a hundred times.

Will you excuse me?

Would you have a bridal veil?

Miss Brire,

this is wonderful news!

Congratulations!

We've been expecting this

for some time!

Lise, congratulations!

Go up to the stockroom.

On the third shelf on the left,

there's a gray box with blue printing.

It's a bridal veil.

Miss Brire is going to need it!

And here's the young devil!

Let's drink to that!

It's about time!

Ladies, you can buy

your own bottle.

Ccile, sing something.

No, I couldn't possibly.

Come on, I'll help you.

I guess I could sing something

in honor of the lovely couple.

You all have to join in

on the refrain.

Don't leave me all alone.

My father married me off

to a textile merchant

On my wedding night

I got a nasty surprise

On my wedding night

I got a nasty surprise

I was barely in bed

when the skylark began her song

She sang in her language

"Wake up, it's daylight"

I see you.

Don't touch me, you jerk.

I'll touch you, all right.

Fernand, how come

you have that?

What's the matter?

You feel all right?

Just great.

Fernand...

it's ten to 4:
00.

Your clock is ten minutes fast.

They're gonna blast it.

Go on.

Really?

I've never seen her before.

You're never seen her before?

Well, I know her.

Oh, man!

The notary shouldn't let his wife out

on her own like that.

He's out of town.

Poor Alexandrine, all alone.

Come to me.

I'll show you a good time.

- Did it arrive?

- Yes, I put it upstairs.

Would you like to try it on?

I'd give a hundred bucks

to try her on.

It'd be funny to talk to her,

see what she thinks of us.

She'd tell me,

"You're a real man."

Benoit...

did you see who just went upstairs?

Alexandrine!

She's gonna try on

her new corset.

Let's go watch.

You coming?

Right over there.

Lots of people downstairs.

There always are

before Christmas. I'm glad.

And the weather's so nice.

Anyway, your corset came in

yesterday.

It's really beautiful.

You'll see.

It's hot in here.

Give me your coat.

There's a man there!

Excuse me.

We'll make it a bit more private.

Let me help you.

I hope it's the same one

I saw in the catalog.

The exact same one.

There's a black lace rose

with pink lining on the front,

and little swirls

on the hips. Very pretty.

I hope it fits.

You haven't gained an ounce since

last year. Still doing those exercises?

Help me with this.

Look at this.

Isn't it beautiful?

Just what you wanted.

Look here.

- Look at the waist.

- Don't move.

There, that's it.

Careful.

You're pinching me.

What was that noise?

There's someone at the door!

Pigs!

The boss from the mine

is throwing his trinkets around.

No raises this year,

just like last.

Let's throw snowballs

and scare the hell out of him.

- My arm's in a cast.

- Use your left one, idiot!

So long. Merry Christmas.

Get out of here!

Go on now, and behave yourselves.

Marcel's very sick.

My God!

Mr. Antoine?

No, this is Fernand.

Who's this?

This is Mrs. Poulin in St. Pierre.

Mrs. Jos Poulin?

Yes.

What can we do for you, ma'am?

Speak a bit louder, ma'am.

I can't hear you.

We've got a bad line.

You're breaking up.

My eldest son was sick,

and he died this morning.

My husband's up in the woods.

I don't know what to do.

Perhaps Mr. Antoine could come out.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

Can you hear me? Hello?

I'm very sorry to hear that,

Mrs. Poulin.

My husband is up at the logging camp.

If someone could...

Could Mr. Antoine come out?

Don't worry. We'll take care

of everything. We'll leave right away.

Thank you. I'll be waiting.

Good-bye now.

There's been a death in St. Pierre.

Who died?

The Poulins' eldest son

out in St. Pierre.

How old was he?

Couldn't have been more than 15.

I'll take the small box.

Should be large enough.

It's a long way.

It'll take a while.

I'll hitch up the horse right away.

Can I go with him?

Please.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going with you.

Aunt Ccile said I could.

Okay, but don't get all excited.

Bring me the box.

No, not that one.

The small one.

All right.

Red Fly's saddled up.

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