Papillon Page #2

Make the best of what we offer you

and you will suffer less than you deserve.

Dismissed.

In the bunkhouse.

One, two, three, four.

Go on! Go on! Get a move on!

Mr. Dega?

Yes, indeed.

I know all about you, Mr. Dega.

Very intelligent man.

Thank you. I seem to be known

in all the wrong places.

Well, I have a friend who is a guard.

For very--

Yes, go ahead.

For very little money he can arrange

for certain people to stay here...

...instead of being sent to a work camp

or one of the islands.

Can he get us a job here

so we can walk around the place?

Perhaps a selection from which

we may choose?

Oh, yes. That is, my friend can.

You take our money,

and you put your life on the line.

Of course.

How much will it cost?

Well, my friend has a very large family.

Many little children, you understand?

And his sergeant has a mother,

heart trouble.

He was asking you how much,

not how many.

If you don't mind, I'll do the negotiating.

How much?

For you, Fr 500. For him, Fr 1,500.

He made trouble.

Yes, indeed he did. Nevertheless,

I'll give you Fr 1,250 for the both of us.

Now, you take it or leave it as you wish.

Try again.

Very well. I want two pairs

of comfortable shoes for the both of us...

...and you, you get the Fr 2,000.

Don't you have to go to the toilet?

Oh, yes, of course.

Would you excuse me a moment?

You don't need to, Mr. Dega.

Unless, of course, you want to.

I can pick it up in the morning.

Get moving, white men!

Let's go! Come on, move it!

Let's go! Come on, move it!

On your feet!

Attention! Present arms!

No! No!

No!

Mr. Dega, did you get the money?

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Get going! Move it!

Fischer, what the hell's wrong?

Someone broke out

of the hospital compound.

All right, break it up. We'll get him.

Next.

Next.

You're fine. Next.

I must be better than I feel.

You're in wonderful shape.

How do you fail an examination like this?

Next.

Dega?

Yes, sir, Louis Dega.

It was suggested that I speak to you, sir--

I have it right here.

We'll just keep you on here

in the cleaning squad.

Thank you, sir. There's also my friend.

You're Louis Dega?

I am, sir. And this is my friend, Papillon.

We have a great deal in common,

Mr. Dega.

I'm extremely glad to see you.

Why, thank you, sir.

Of course, if the circumstances were--

My family lost everything they had

in counterfeit National Defense Bonds.

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that, sir.

Even so, buying them was a tribute

to their patriotism, wouldn't you say?

And you're Mr. Dega's friend?

Well--

There's one thing about Saint Laurent

you'll like:

We never separate old friends.

Kilo 40. Both of them. Today's transport.

What is Kilo 40?

Don't touch him.

You'll wind up worse off than he is.

Move! Get moving!

Duck!

Get up, you lazy bastards!

You get that crock

and you bring him along!

You! Pick another man

and grab that crock.

Come on, move!

Move!

The son of a b*tch isn't dead,

they just irritated him!

Get his tail. You get his tail.

-Where's his tail?

-Over there.

-Are you ready?

-Yeah.

-So am l.

-Go ahead.

Okay.

Ready?

-Is that the tail?

-No.

I'd better go over to this side.

You get the head.

-The head?

-Yeah.

You try the tail.

Okay, now you try the head.

Grab him!

He's dead.

He's still talking.

He's dead!

He's dead?

Move it!

Come on.

Come on, hands up.

Next!

Move!

Next!

Bring it around here.

Just lay the crock right there.

-Just drop it.

-Hold it.

Move out.

He's pretty big.

This skin's worth some money.

Move it!

What the hell are you looking at?

You're Louis Dega.

Yes, sir.

I'm Clusiot.

How come you ended up

in a place like this?

Favoritism.

Friend's kind of quiet, isn't he?

He's dead.

He jammed a piece of wood down

his throat and choked himself to death.

Three-way split....

It's fair, isn't it?

Quinine.

Worst country in the world for malaria.

Here, take them.

Go ahead, I've got some left.

Well, if I'm going to get my sleep...

...I'll have to take this poor bastard

with me.

A decent man.

Dega....

The man hunters.

The ones we saw down at the dock.

Son of a b*tches.

-Butterflies?

-Yeah, that's right.

Some guy named Richter.

He works every camp on the river

buying the damn things.

We catch them, he buys them,

the guards get the big payoff.

It's called the Blue Morphus butterfly.

It's wings are used for dye

in making American currency.

How often does he come up here?

A couple of times a month.

Boat?

No other way.

-Why?

-Thinking.

I handle a boat pretty good myself,

you know?

Yeah?

You're supposed to catch them,

you clumsy bastard.

-Where do you send these bugs, sir?

-The United States.

How much would you charge

to send this one to Panama?

Guard, come here a minute.

Don't turn me in, for Christ's sake.

I got Fr 1,000.

I didn't hear you.

I said I got Fr 2,000 on me.

Right now.

What's the trouble?

This man just brought me

the finest Morphus...

...I've ever seen.

Why don't you get him a net?

Right away, sir.

I want a seaworthy boat, new sails.

It'll cost you Fr 4,000, my friend.

Half now, half on delivery.

When will that be?

One week from tonight.

Where will the boat be?

Half a mile down river.

About 300 yards this side of the river...

...there's a big tree.

You can't miss it.

I'll be there.

You bring me the rest of the money.

I'll take you to your boat.

You're a goddamn burglar...

...and that proves it.

Are you asleep?

No.

I've been thinking....

When you decide to go...

...I'd very much appreciate going with you.

What?

-Can you handle a boat?

-No.

Well, can you even see a boat

without your glasses?

I can help.

Jesus Christ! You're the one

that didn't want to risk it.

I didn't.

Now I have no choice.

If I stay here in this place...

...I'll die.

Well, it's your money.

You two, I've got a job for you.

You load a stiff into the boat,

you load him right now.

Julot!

Pick him up.

Dega!

Don't puke here!

Hey, Sarge!

Sarge!

He didn't mean it, sir. He's sick.

I'll take care of him.

Stop that, you pig!

You just leave him to me.

I'll take care of him, sir.

Stop, you bastard!

Do you realize that the first man

who carved a wheel out of stone...

...used it as an ornament?

I've always admired him for that.

There's one search party that gave up.

Instead of trying to make

the orifice fit the lens...

...l made the lens fit the orifice.

What do you think?

Did he make it or didn't he?

I'd say his chances are very poor,

wouldn't you?

Jesus! Is that all you've got to say?

What do you expect me to say?

That man risked his life to save mine.

For me that's a new experience.

These may work better than I had hoped.

I told you, you couldn't miss it.

The only trouble is, you're a week early.

It's up to you.

You're worth just as much dead

as you are alive.

The rule here is total silence.

We make no pretense

of rehabilitation here.

We're not priests, we're processors.

A meatpacker processes live animals

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