La veuve Couderc Page #2

I just wanted to say...

It was awfully mean of me, wasn't it? Eh?

Yes.

I'm not mad at her for flirting, but...

...but in my home, no.

Flaunting that pretty figure.

If I'm a little jealous...

...you understand?

Sure.

You'll like it better here. You'll see.

- And her?

- Don't worry about her.

Anyway, she'll have to go.

Oh, when I think that she gave him

her husband's clothes!

It's disgraceful! And who knows

what else she gave him.

THE FRENCH ACTION

Nobody knows who he is,

where he's from, or anything.

You know Papa's deaf.

When he wants to be.

Where you off to?

I am going back.

Will you make him sit down?

You stay here with us.

Tell him if he doesn't sit down,

I'll lock him in the wooden shed.

You're going to go

with me to see the notary.

Listen, Papa, you only have

to sign a few papers, and she's out.

No.

You old fool, you!

You're a fool, too, like him!

They're both only interested in one thing...

just getting into bed with somebody

and it doesn't matter who.

They came and got him.

And you did nothing.

What did you want me to do?

Shoot 'em?

It's none of my business.

You're right.

I'm going to go get him.

Slut!

B*tch!

Whore!

Wouldn't give him back.

It looked that way to me.

Thinks he's so goddamn smart.

I'll take care of him, you wait!

From now on

you can swim across, you whore!

Who knows what else they say about me?

Who knows?

If you want me to, I can stay a little longer.

Maybe they won't bother you as much.

I better fix up that other room, then.

Oh, why bother?

The attic suits me fine.

If that's what you want.

Hello.

Have you not a name

or are you the same as the baby?

- Flicie.

- Ah.

Why have you shaved it?

For a change.

Too bad. It was pretty.

Now, I'm going to go

cut the grass... for the rabbits.

It'll be Sunday tomorrow.

What do you do around here on Sunday?

Go dancing?

Sometimes.

Sometimes or often?

Often.

You always dance with the same guy?

No.

You mean you're fickle?

I don't know.

And maybe not.

Don't you like animals?

- Yes.

- Well, why'd you do that?

What did I tell you? These gentlemen

want to see your papers.

That's all right with me.

Born in Paris?

That's what it says.

What kind of work do you do?

I'm working on farms

and seeing the country.

That sounds like vagrancy.

Oh, come on, now.

He's my employee.

And I have the right amount

of money on me.

Have some.

Shaft's not big enough.

The wick doesn't fit.

- Well, can you fix it or not?

- Probably not.

We'll have to find another one the same

exact size.

Then throw it in the garbage.

It'll be okay.

Did you take that revolver?

Yes.

I didn't want anybody

to find it.

Your papers are false, eh?

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