125 rue Montmartre

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Merci.

- So,

the king of the paperboys...

...you tired?

Is his majesty expecting someone

to bring him his papers.

You're right.

Mmne there'll put 'em aside for you for a favour.

You needn't get yourself worked up.

The papers... they're her love letters.

But it's off to the mines for the rest.

They don't have your biceps,

they don't turn on the dames.

In this life, if ya can't seduce, you gotta sweat.

You, you gotta sweat.

l'm old and ugly...'m I tiring you?

No... you're giving me the shits.

There's your hundred...

you could say 'thanks'.

Thanks.

You could say 'good day'.

Good day, thank you and goodbye.

- Gimme 50.

- Pascal!

What?

I see you a lot.

Twice a day, anyway.

I wasn't talking about here, but in general.

For tonight l've made 'boeuf-miroton'.

If that grabs you...

Boeuf-miroton? Right now I can't...

l'm getting fat rolls.

You know I could help you lose them...

you wanna hear that don't you...

You're a skunk.

You don't really mean it!

Hey, Mmne...

My fifty?

Auguste, will you check my sprocket....

my chain's jumping.

Can't do it today.

Tomorrow alright?

Yes...but l'm counting on you.

Understood. Cheerio.

Get your latest "France-Soir"!

"France-Soir"... final!

There you are sir. Thank you.

Get your latest "France-Soir"!

Madame...

"France-Soir". Monsieur.

Get your latest "France-Soir"!

"France-Soir"!

"France-Soir", madame.

I can't change that much.

I don't have any change.

It's the same for both of us.

You keep your paper

and l'll keep mine.

Hey!

"France-Soir".

There you are.

You wanna take a "Le Monde" as well?

Then you'll know all the news.

Why not?

You wanna lift?

No thanks.

Cheers, Pascal.

Cheers.

Ah!

Come on!

Come on! Here!

l'm cold.

It's a bit breezy.

Come out into the sun.

There, that feel better?

l'm still cold.

You've just been cavorting in the drink...

you're a scream, you are!

What's happened

to make you do this?

If I were to tell you,

you wouldn't believe me.

Come away!

Come back under the bridge!

You don't look as if you like the pigs.

What've you done to upset them?

You robbed a bank... or what?

You'd ridicule me if you knew.

If I knew what?

What someone did to me.

Who?

A woman.

You jumped in because of a woman?

Yes.

So now let's fix you up.

Take it off.

Hurry up.

Turn around.

Hold it.

Gimme ya shirt

and put this on.

Thanks.

Wanna smoke?

No thanks.

Still cold?

No, but l'm hungry.

You're not backward in coming forward.

You say when you're cold.. you say when you're hungry.

For someone else to fix.

So now l'm s'posed to feed you?

l've had nothing to eat for two days.

Don't complain...

...you'll avoid indigestion.

So, what... you're broke?

Yes.

I don't know anyone in Paris.

I came from my place.

Where's your place?

Puisaye, in Creuse province.

What'd you do there?

Battery chickens?

Battery chickens?

I was a land-owner.

Wha..? land-owner?

You kidding me?

I don't have any money,

but I do have property, my good fellow.

Property...

Believe it or not, my good fellow,

I can't stand your type.

So, f*** off back into the drink...

or sell your estates.

There's 500.

Get yourself something to eat

so I don't need to see you again.

You shouldn't've pulled me

out of the drink then!

Alright... come along.

Raymond! Hey, Raymond!

Come on.

Hi, can you give us a lift?

Of course.

Righto, loser from Creuse...

get up on the back.

Shove over, make room

and open the door.

Your bike broken down again?

Oh, it's always the chain.

Mademoiselle...

- Don't forget my leeks.

Pardon, Paulette.

Your calf's head, Monsieu Pascal,

and one leeks.

Could you pass me the pepper.

Thanks.

What you waiting for?

Aren't hungry?

OK.. so leeks aren't a fun dish.

That goes for the rest

the way l'm thinking...

Ah yeah? And just what are you thinking,

might I ask?

About her.

You're not thinking of starting again!

You might think it's a joke,

but for me it's serious.

Mealtime...that's what's serious.

And occasionally... screwing,

but you don't have to drown yourself over it.

What's she got more than any others?

She's mine.

You wanna pledge your troth

in front of the mayor?

Yes.

Oh...excuse me.

You can't know

what a b*tch she is.

Paulette!

Yes?

My wine.

Coming.

You don't give a damn.

No, not really.

l'll tell you anyway.

You've got a right to know.

Bon apptit, Pascal.

If it'll make you happy...

I knew her down there, at Puisaye.

She wasn't like the others.

She was from town....Aubusson.

Your talking about quite a place.

I hadn't experienced her style of dress...her makeup.

I spotted her right away.

Same with her...

except that she'd spotted my farm-houses,

my barns, my cows.

No.

Well, she knew just what it was worth.

She was beautiful.

To make a long story short, you humped her, right?

It wasn't that simple.

With her, nothing's simple.

At first...l'd have to marry her.

She had principles.

And you'd have been more of the immoral type,

a bit of a lad?

Go on.

Paulette, a bit of pie on the side.

l'd been happy for just 8 hours

when the brother-in-law turned up.

Her brother-in-law...

a total arsehole.

They did everything possible to drive me nuts,

iand they succeeded.

Don't get worked up.

Have a drink.

You don't believe me?

No...I do...come on, drink.

They had it in their heads that I should sell up everything

to come and settle in Paris.

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