The Life of Emile Zola Page #2

I tell you, the lady is our friend.

You have no right.

You are very clever, all of you,

but we'll meet again.

Have something with us.

- Me?

- Yes.

Cognac.

Are your eyes on sticks, then,

that they pop out so far?

Tell me, what is your name?

Satin in this district,

Lucille in Montmartre...

...and in Montparnasse,

I'm Georgette or Madeleine.

Does it matter?

Why do you ask? What do you want?

I have nothing.

We have something in common, then.

- What?

- Nothing.

But your accent isn't Parisian.

- Where are you from?

- From Artois.

Hedin.

- And I wish I was back there.

- Well, perhaps someday you can go home.

Me? Go home?

Look at me.

I can never go home.

And I hate Paris.

Cold and wet. Hunted like an animal.

Starved. Beaten by the police.

It's dirty, beastly. I hate it!

- Well?

- When did you first come to Paris?

A hundred years ago, when I was 17.

You should've seen me then.

I was lovely.

Of course, I'm not bad now...

...if you look quick

and there's not too much light.

You're charming.

I was lovely then, really lovely.

- I wish I could tell you about it.

- Why don't you?

So you see...

...he was not to blame either.

There was just nothing else for me to do.

Mademoiselle?

Mademoiselle Nana?

- How did you know my name?

- Why, it's written here.

- What do you want, then?

- Why didn't he...?

Oh, don't ask me any more questions.

Take all this stuff. All!

All but this.

- The child, what happened to her?

- She died.

Convent Saint Marie...

...if it's any of your business.

Emile.

Emile.

Paul, where's that sketch

you made of her?

That's magnificent. And a pencil.

That's what I'll call my book.

- Have you everything you want, my dear?

- Yes.

Oh, I forgot. I want a copy of Nana.

One doesn't read such books.

It's not proper.

Madame.

Madame, your umbrella.

Thank you. And send me

a copy of Nana to my address.

I certainly will.

How about a nice new umbrella,

monsieur?

I can sell you a beauty for 2 franc, 50.

And lose the privilege

of arguing with my old friend?

No, thank you.

Umbrella! Umbrella!

- Is Monsieur Charpentier in?

- Yes. Jean?

- Yes?

- Monsieur Zola is here.

- Zola.

- Monsieur Charpentier, l...

I... Well, I have a favor to ask.

Monsieur Zola has a favor to ask.

And what is this favor, Monsieur Zola?

It's quite unusual...

...but could you advance me a few franc

on Nana? I'm sure it will sell, monsieur.

Monsieur Zola wishes the advance of a few

franc because he is sure Nana will sell.

Isn't that magnificent?

You write a book about the gutter,

you call it Nana...

...and you hope to make a little money.

Come with me.

I have just finished stamping

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