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Such a good lad.

He's using up all my steam.

The silly ass! Idiot!

Look out.

Full steam ahead.

So, Monsieur Brun,

what did you think of Paris?

Sensational.

Did you manage to explore at all?

I took a stroll each evening.

- So you met Landolfi.

- Who's that?

He was in the army with me.

Tall and fair. With a mustache

and a constant blink.

You can't miss him.

No, I didn't see him.

Then you can't have been in Paris.

But I was.

- And you didn't see Landolfi?

- No.

Then he must be dead.

- Paris is very big, you know.

- Sure, it's big.

It's a lot bigger

than Marseilles, right?

Forty times as big.

That trip has gone to your head.

They say

we Marseillais exaggerate.

But 40 times bigger.

That's a good one.

You're a true Lyonnais.

Oh, my God, it's 12:30.

Where's he gone?

To change. Today's Monday.

- What's so special about Mondays?

- Don't you know?

Every Monday my father

has lunch with his girlfriend.

A beautiful buxom Italian.

No, he's changed to a Dutch woman

at least twice the size.

When he goes to see her,

he makes excuses to hide it.

But it's no crime.

He's a widower.

A widower? Please!

Don't say that word,

Monsieur Brun.

- You don't know of my misfortune?

- What misfortune?

Madame Panisse?

Three months tomorrow.

On Friday, she'd eaten

a sumptuous dish of snails and fish.

- And that Sunday she passed away.

- Just like that?

Say what you will,

the good Lord is not very kind.

Such a devoted wife, and so good

at putting the employees to work.

And at home she loved a laugh.

She was always ready

for a little joke.

At breakfast, I'd chase her

round the table in her shift.

I'd give her little slaps.

I'd pinch her nicely... in fun.

In revenge, she'd tickle me.

I'm sure you'd rather not

talk about it.

When I think that

all that is gone forever.

I weep every night.

I can't go on, Monsieur Brun.

What's to be done?

I've made up my mind.

Come on now. Think it over.

I have already. I can't endure

such suffering any longer.

Don't act hastily.

I've decided

to marry again at once.

- Marry again?

- As soon as possible.

After all, she's dead.

I can't bring her back.

Some may say

I've not waited long enough,

but my conscience is clear.

I've wept more in four months

than others do in years.

Tears as big as that,

Monsieur Brun.

And moans and cries -

I don't know how I've borne it.

Yes, I'm to be pitied.

Cheers.

What do you think?

I'll wager you've got

someone in mind.

Yes, of course.

I'm going to propose today.

Who is it?

I can't tell you yet.

But I'll be sending you

an invitation to the wedding.

I'm inviting

all my clients and friends.

There will be

only one person missing.

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