La Maison Sous la Mer Page #2

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Well, it's Flore!

Where are you off to?

To look at the pretty

red-tiled roof?

The one you'll never have, right?

Listen, Flore...!

Lie down under an apple tree...

...any house in the world.

My dog!

Hang on!

Thank you, sir.

Lucky I got to you in time.

Yes, another minute or so...

Poor Boby.

Was it your fault?

Your country's beautiful.

Yes.

It's the first time

I've thought of it as beautiful.

You'd have to.

When you've just escaped death...

...everything is lovely.

Really?

That's probably it.

What do you do for a living?

I walk.

Every day?

No... in between...

Today is your Sunday off.

Thats right.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow too.

Are you staying in France long?

I like apple trees.

Me too.

So... goodbye then.

Goodbye.

Management offered flowers...

I demanded pearls.

You can see whose side

the bosses are on.

Can't trust anything

they say.

I'll have to stock up on grog.

Lot of drinking at funerals.

For Biale's widow.

She pissed off her husband

for 14 years!...

She shouldn't get anything.

It's for the kids!

For each of them...

and nothing for her!

It's for a wreath.

He was a union man

and a good pal.

That's for the union man...

...that's for our pal.

The Londoner!

Could I have my key?

Still Looking for a job?

Two orange bitters is the usual.

Mine straight.

- How about you, chief?

- I'll have the same.

But I don't drink.

I'll just charge you for it.

Thanks comrade...

thanks comrade.

You know the conditions?

More or less.

Shovel or pickaxe?

Whatever.

The pick's a bit easier.

Shovel then.

Same as Biale.

For Biale's widow,

comrades.

What's your name?

Mercier.

Ever handled a shovel

in a mine?

Stoker on a ship...

it's just the same.

Another Calvados!

Ditto.

Come with me.

Very noisy machinery!

it's the pumps.

The galleries go way under the sea.

I've been listening to that noise

for 18 years.

Through here.

That's the lot there is.

Poor Biale,

if only he could speak.

Just to say thank you.

Don't be rude... say thank you!

Miner's children...

with no education!

See you tomorrow, Mrs Biale.

These are the instructions...

I haven't shown him yet.

It won't happen like that.

It is a pity nobody appreciates it,

except you.

The men have to work as a team,

don't they.

You deserve to be

in the union.

Good night.

Good night.

No, old chap,

don't smoke before 3am.

But we do share everything

down here.

I'm sorry about Biale.

As a friend yes,

but work was questionable.

I miss hearing the dog bark.

I'll go over to the cliff tomorrow.

No need.

Death... it's is not pretty.

You shouldn't have gone

walking so far.

It's dangerous.

I like the path that goes there.

It's beautiful through there.

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