Taxi mauve, Un (A Purple Taxi)

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I met Jerry a winter morning...

...during a solitary walk...

...the marshes.

I had three seasons living in Ireland.

Soon emerged between the two

a mutual sympathy.

There were times when we spoke little...

...and other times...

...nothing.

Who is this guy?

Dr. Scully.

Sympathetic, but something crazy.

Do you attend the doctor, right?

Who told you that?

Do you trust a doctor who drives a taxi

mauve?

None who have consulted me avail.

Not even have made me laugh.

Dr. Scully at least get it.

I did not know hardly anything about Jerry.

Neither he me.

What was ideal for a solid friendship...

...born random encounter in the wilderness.

In his company I forgot.

I forgot everything.

That is, the essentials.

We walked for hours.

Fatigue clouded my memories.

I had sought refuge in this country...

...whose beauty intoxicated hearts.

Mine was particularly fragile...

...and certainly by the fragility...

...anguish felt by the

beauty of the landscape...

...which, we thought,

Jerry and I...

...secretly kings.

What the hell are you doing?

Ignorant.

Hunter of sh*t.

Who are you?

Hover head, blockhead, and see.

Jerry...

...Do not move.

Stay there.

No, Jerry.

What's the matter, scared?

No, but it hurt my dog??

Dirty pig.

Drop the gun.

I'd Better go see the dog of his friend.

You have to be stupid.

Shoot the ducks when they are still.

Be careful.

- You are mad.

- Yes, see if you serve something.

Go.

This is nothing. A scratch.

Where have left the car?

Down there.

Well, come to my house.

Help me lift him...

No, you do not.

- I do not inspire confidence.

- Come, little one.

There.

This will be all right.

Three or four shot in

the ass not kill a dog.

Get well soon.

There was no reason shoot him.

I did not shoot against EI

but against this puppet.

My name Keen.

Mr. Jeremy Keen...

...Whose father kneaded million.

Intended rid of the

weight of his fortune...

...Making it taken by a peasant.

No, I live as I please.

What more could you ask to be happy?

Perhaps whiskey... Mr. Marchal?

Yes, thank you.

How do you know my name?

Memory.

Everything in life is matter of memory.

Yes, we know, I remember very well

you, friend.

Not me and I have good memory.

Sagora, Morocco.

Decade ago.

Do not you remember anything about this?

His jeep got stuck in a quagmire.

Another jeep and took him out of there.

At the wheel...

I remember the incident.

But not you.

You had gone there to

write an article on...

False... do not know what

Third World problem.

Article which of course I have not read.

- How bad was it?

- Malsimo.

No. It was excellent, but partial.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Keen?

- No thanks.

- A Keen who does not drink.

Wow, man.

It seems America has

been emptied of blood...

...the Irish.

No, a Keen only drink with friends.

Very well said.

My respects, Mr. Keen.

Hello, I am Jerry Keen.

Do not Be Afraid. She does not speak.

Yeah?

Well, fine gentlemen.

Encountered with Mr. Tubelmann.

Yes.

That man Tubelmann

I think it has something Jewish.

Do not surprise me.

Do not ever pay their bills.

And also...

...Who knows if it's one of those

Nazi war criminals?

- Is not that much for one person?

- Well, there's more.

Her daughter rides horses,

but always alone.

And another thing.

Never talk to anyone.

Is dumb.

This means that people believe him.

Yes, Mush.

- Margaret Colin, my only love.

- Do not say those things, Mush.

- At his age.

- At my age?

I have no age.

Everyone knows it.

The truth is I was young

was serious and I felt old.

And now I feel young and want to have fun.

Sing, dance, and Paris.

One man like you.

I have nothing to not have others.

If not, you know.

How are you today?

- When he was in Paris?

- In the right age, dear Philippe.

And five years.

Was the only place where a

Irish could lose his virginity...

...At that time.

And to be frank, I'll tell...

...I feel nothing the lost without her.

- Doctor Scully.

- Excuse me, Margaret.

Do not do it again, I promise.

By the way, Philippe...

...I hope you decide to

not look much navel.

The navel is death.

Yes, I know.

Tina.

Tina.

How are you?

- How are you today?

- Not good.

What?

Well, yesterday or so.

- It's hard as a rock.

- But...

Rocks sometimes crack.

If you ever feel sick, sure is.

It is..

Tina and I have come to see how it Pack.

It's Better, thanks. But come.

Thank you.

Breakfast?

No.

I brought a snipe.

Thank you.

Please sit down.

I have not slept well.

Pack was windy and he kept moaning.

I did not want to move...

...That would open the wound again

and bleed.

And when at last I fell asleep...

...The phone rang.

My parents never take into account...

...The time difference with New York.

What?

Comes Sharon.

Sharon?

Yes, my sister.

Is that?

Is it, yes.

Do not you want?

Sure.

Do the cause you're here?

No.

I transferred some limits...

...And it was decided that a

return to place of origin...

...would be healthy.

After all of this came the first

Keen for America...

...In time of famine.

Yes, he left here barefoot and penniless.

In ten years he became owner

of the railway...

...Which had entered of switchman.

Centenary died leaving a fortune.

Do not you?

Yes, subject to railways.

- You know my family?

- No.

But it's the classic story.

As classic as your current situation.

The third generation

tends to have problems.

These limits that you had passed...

...What are they?

Bullshit, bullshit.

Is that stupid...

...Could cause your death?

I said nothing.

What does your sister?

Nothing lives majestically.

You have got to be HRH

Princess of Hanover...

And the family is sent...

...For submission to the

effects air purifiers Irish.

Do not believe it.

No doubt her husband

requested to be present.

I came here to deal with me,

is an excuse to not deal with it.

When does?

Tomorrow at Shannon.

- I can offer you a drink?

- Yes.

Why not?

I've emptied tonight.

Are we going to the pub?

Good morning.

Good morning.

Mr. Keen, centuries ago not see him.

- Whiskey takes a.

- Sure, Billy.

Centuries ago did not see.

Do you drink whiskey?

The is up in arms, Mr. Keen.

Do you have jealousy, Tubelmann?

Yes, I'm dying of jealousy.

Let them alone.

Right.

I'll let the butterflies in fragile peace.

Dear Friends...

...Let the pretty fairy

England live in peace in Ireland.

Let the Irish and the English

fix their problems.

'Even in horse racing?

Even in horse racing.

And also in the Derby?

- I won the Derby.

- I know, I was there.

And I admire the way you use the whip

just before arrival.

It fell between the legs of the horse

English...

...And forced him to swerve.

What cunning.

- Good morning.

- Here is the doctor.

Sean...

Sean...

...Is a great pleasure to see

increasingly strong and sober.

You see doctor,

each does what he can.

Good for the effort. Keep it up.

Good morning.

- He's drunk.

- No excuse.

No need, Mr. Lynch.

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