The Comedians Page #6
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- 1967
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Good evening, Captain.
- I seem to see you everywhere.
- I try not to be conspicuous.
You can sit down.
I said, sit down.
- You were stopped at the door?
- No.
It just so happened
that your man was asleep.
Michel.
- Don't you feel safe here?
- I have to take precautions.
I am here with a very important foreigner.
Doesn't he feel safe,
alone with Marie Threse?
Or do you keep a guard in the bedroom?
You have a sense of humor.
I'm in favor of jokes.
They have a political value.
A release for the cowardly
and the impotent.
"Lmportant foreigner."
I thought you didn't like foreigners.
Oh, I'm offended by the color.
Like a toad's belly.
But we accept some of you,
if you are useful to the state.
You want a woman?
I will treat you to one.
That one, with the flower in her hair.
She is shy
because she thinks I am jealous.
Jealous of a putain. What absurdity.
No, thanks,
I don't need a woman at the moment.
There's a question I've been wanting
to ask you ever since this morning.
This morning?
What happened this morning?
Well, it's a little thing.
You've probably forgotten.
You stole a dead body in a coffin. Why?
I told you, I had my orders.
The people believe
the President took poor old Philipot's body
to work in the cellars of the palace.
Zombies are cheap labor.
The people are very ignorant.
It is proper for them
to fear the authorities.
So you educate them
with bogeys and bullets.
The commandant.
Why, bless my soul and buttons,
if it isn't old Brown!
- Jones!
- Well, this is a pleasant surprise!
And talking of surprises, you ought
to meet the girlfriend, Theresa somebody.
- Oh, boy!
- Marie Threse. We know each other.
Oh, you do. Oh, good-o.
Now, what's your poison?
Apparently not much variety here.
Rum and Coke, rum and 7UP,
- rum and water.
- No, thank you, Jones. I'm off.
Not just one snifter for the road
with our friend, the Captain?
Another time,
when you keep better company.
- What's wrong, old man?
- Be careful, Jones. He' s dangerous.
Dangerous?
He's eating out of my hand, old fruit.
VIP treatment for yours truly,
a red carpet spread,
a luxury suite at the Villa Crole.
Tomorrow, I have a car, my own driver.
Jones, what are you up to?
Have you never had a dream
that suddenly came true?
No, never.
Marie Threse.
I tell them I go faire pipi.
How are you, Marie Threse?
Bien, et vous?
Bien, too.
Marie Threse,
did Jones behave nicely to you?
Yes.
I liked him. I liked him a lot.
- Why?
- He made me laugh.
A general who thought it was sound
to economize tanks on the ground
said, "A couple of planes
will blow out the brains
"for ten shillings less in the pound."
What is a pound?
$2.79, at the last rate I saw.
There are no planes on this list.
My partner, Brigadier Pike,
knows where to find three jet fighters.
Out of service, of course,
but we'll need a further deposit.
My predecessor, Colonel Biche,
has already paid $300,000
into your bank in Miami.
Where are these arms?
In Miami, of course.
In a disused beef factory
rented by Brigadier Pike.
You'll find it all there
in our correspondence with Colonel Biche.
He was perfectly satisfied.
And you know
This is an undercover operation, Colonel.
There has to be trust on both sides.
For the moment, we are only interested
Your consul has checked the arms
with Brigadier Pike.
You have his certificate there marked "C."
We do not trust any consul very far.
These arms are no good to us
in a beef factory in Miami.
- Tricky business getting them over here.
- That is your concern, not ours.
I am sending Captain Concasseur,
Major, to Miami
to meet Brigadier Pike
Of course, we believe all is in order
for the best of reasons,
because we have your word.
I appreciate that, Colonel.
And because you stay here with us.
The President takes a special interest
in anything to do
with new defensive weapons.
No, no, no, Joseph. No eggs.
Mr. Smith is adamant
on the subject of eggs.
No, no, no, we buy them better.
Mammy Dorothe.
I think
we'll put this poor old thing out to grass.
Hello, there, you take care of that.
It's seen long service.
Young Mr. Philipot write.
He want to see you.
Urgently, he say, at the old wharf.
Come.
Hello, Philipot.
- Thank you for coming.
- What happened?
Let's talk.
Okay.
All right.
- So what happened to your arm?
- They tried to get me.
My aunt has taken refuge
in the Brazilian Embassy.
I'm on the run.
What are you up to?
You're not a politician.
I want you to go to your friend,
Major Jones.
Jones? Why?
Please talk to him.
He can help us as no one else can.
Jones is as crooked as hell, Philipot.
What do I care?
I want his experience, not his honesty.
What can any of us do against the Tontons
without proper arms or training?
I'm a painter, not a soldier.
I can't lead them.
I don't even know how to use a gun.
a cave with all the modern conveniences?
We have contacts in the police.
We can get him out of prison.
He's out already on his own steam.
Then offer him money.
Too late, Philipot.
He's been bought already by Papa Doc.
He can't want to be mixed up
with murderers like that.
Philipot, I'm a foreign hotel keeper.
I don't mix with politics.
- We are risking our lives for Haiti.
- It's your country.
Haiti has given you a home.
If by home, you mean a bankrupt hotel,
my mother gave it to me, not Haiti.
- She loved Haiti.
- She loved a good deal here and there.
Are you afraid?
Yes.
Yes.
You have a hope.
You carry it everywhere, like a priest
with a sacrament in his pocket.
If I had to leave Port-au-Prince,
I would leave carrying nothing.
I have no hope, and what I love is here.
A bankrupt hotel?
No, no, I didn't mean the hotel.
- Is that your last word?
- Yes.
How many men have you got
to fight the Tontons?
A dozen?
Not even that.
You said it yourself,
you're a painter, not a soldier.
Now get into safety while you can.
You were not here for the fight, were you?
Well, you missed
something rather extraordinary.
You see this cock?
I bought it just now after the fight.
One eye had gone, and it couldn't see
with the other because of the blood.
No one would have bet $1 on its victory,
to Ogoun Feraille, our god of war,
and then this cock drove its beak
straight into the breast of the other,
home to the heart.
A brave bird.
It deserves a better end than the pot.
We are meeting tonight
to pray to our gods,
and we'll sacrifice this cock
to Ogoun Feraille.
We'll have need of him from now on.
Philipot, you don't believe
in such nonsense?
- Is there no nonsense you believe in?
- No.
You're afraid to believe in anything at all.
I'm afraid of the Tontons.
I'm afraid of torture and death
like any sane man,
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