Dark Waters Page #7

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- Doctor, we have shrimp.

- Shrimp I caught this morning.

Shrimp a la Mama Boudreaux?

Shrimp that I like.

You never tasted shrimp

the way Mama Boudreaux fixes them.

I've been fixing them so long

I don't know but maybe I can show you.

Children, entertain our guests

while I fix some shrimp for lunch.

How do you like the bayou, Mademoiselle?

- Will you bring her to the fais-do-do?

- I'd love to bring her.

What is a fais-do-do?

Well, it means go to sleep.

Everyone gets together to dance.

And there's music. And fiddles.

It's no good.

What isn't?

I think the fais-do-do is no good

??????????

Children, come and wash your hands

and face. Lunch is ready. Quick.

Well, now you know what a Boudreaux is.

How do you like them?

I love them. All of them.

I'd like to steal Yvette.

Mama Boudreaux's the one to kidnap.

She's a great cook

Even in a country that considers cooking

more important than...

Well, than politics.

Do they take it that seriously?

Do they? The bayou boys don't propose

to the pretty girls.

They marry the good cooks.

I guess I'll be an old maid.

All I can do is boil an egg.

Wait a minute. I like boiled eggs.

Where are your manners?

Madame, Messieur.

I had fun. I'm sorry it's over.

It needn't be. We could have dinner.

Good evening, Leslie.

Hello, doctor. You've arrived just in

time. Dinner's on the table.

Oh, I hope I'm not late.

Not late. We're having it early.

We're all going to the movies.

Oh.

Well, goodbye.

I'll see you tomorrow night. 8 o'clock.

8 o'clock.

Good night, doctor.

Very nice chap.

Did you have a good time?

- Wonderful.

- Fine.

Shall I open it for you?

I'm sorry Norbert had to work

this evening.

Emily's terribly disappointed.

These confiscated films made

by enemy cameramen

and taken from a captured

german submarine in the North Atlantic

show the ruthless submarine warfare

as carried on by our enemies

on the high seas.

They are their own record

of wanton and indecriminate slaugther.

The submarine cruises

over the north atlantic

seeking victims day and night.

Suddenly a ship is sighted.

The alarm is given.

The men run to their battle stations.

Slowly the submarine maneuvers

into position for the kill.

Perhaps it is an unarmed merchantman.

Perhaps due to some breakdown

it has had to drop out of the convoy.

Maybe it carries refugees.

Helpless men, women and children

rescued from tyranny and oppression

and now at last on their way to peace

and a new life.

The submarine reaches

the chosen position.

Orders are shouted.

And without warning a torpedo is fired.

To make sure of the kill,

a second torpedo.

Death streaks through the waves.

Care for another candy?

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