Lili Page #2

He's an angry man,

and he always keeps to himself.

[ Scream ]

What's the matter?

- I saw the man die!

The man is dead!

No.

They are acrobats

rehearsing for the carnival.

It's nothing. Look.

There.

Oh.

- See? Come along, now.

I'll show you.

You hold this, will you?

Come on.

Come on.

[ Hammering ]

[ Music plays ]

[ Marc whistling

to the music ]

[ Marc continues whistling ]

[ Dog barks ]

My chateau.

[ Closes door ]

Blow.

[ Lili gasps ]

Now, what can we do

about you? Hmm?

What would you like most?

A glass of wine?

Something to eat?

I...I would like most

to stay with you.

I...I can cook.

I...I could clean the house..

wash the dishes.

Please.

Kiss me.

[ Lily kisses him ]

You've never kissed a man before!

Yes, many.

That's a lie.

Yes.

How old are you, Lili?

A girl of 16 should

have a little sense.

Following people

in the streets.

How did you get here?

Well, I... I used to live in

Manasse with my father, you see?

But then a month ago my father died,

so I came here to work with M. Godet,

the baker, you know?

But monsieur Godet

the baker was dead.

So I couldn't work with him

in his bakery.

That's all.

You haven't had too good

a time with life, have you?

Oh, things were nice

when I lived with my father.

He...he would make me laugh.

He'd tell me jokes.

Shall I tell you a joke?

Yes.

When is a singer not a singer?

When?

When he's a little hoarse.

Good, eh?

Yeah.

He was a watchmaker,

my father. You know that?

He could fix any watch.

Oh, shall I show you

my father's own watch?

He let me keep it

when everything was sold.

Keeps a very good time.

Only sometimes I forget to wind it.

It's gold-plated.

Yes.

Yes, it's very nice.

Now, uh, look, Lili...

Maybe I could get you

a job in the carnival.

Well, what kind of job?

Well, uh...can you dance?

No.

Uh...sing?

Well, I...I can carry a tune, but...

What can you do?

I kept house for my father, you see.

I have an assistant

who keeps house for me.

Now, I want you to get yourself

something to eat,

and I'll go and see what I can do

for you with Mr. Corvier.

Oh!

-Don't do that.

You mustn't throw yourself at men

that way. It isn't nice.

Well, it's nice. I mean, it's nice,

but you shouldn't do it.

I'll be back.

Whew.

[ Hammering sound ]

Have you seen old Corvier?

-They're setting up.

What are you going

to do about that girl?

She's very young.

She'll get older.

Before her time.

The female soul is like a chestnut.

It must go through fire

before it becomes delicious.

Very clever.

How's Rosalie?

I could learn to dislike him.

I already have.

She needs the job.

I could use another waitress.

Fine.

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