Liliom Page #6

- That's all.

You may go.

You made me wait around

for four hours for that?

BE BRIEF... YOUR TIME

IS AS PRECIOUS AS OURS

Precisely! I want to lodge a complaint

with the inspector.

- He's not in.

- When do you expect him?

- Not for a while.

- Pardon me. I'd like to see the inspector.

- He's not in.

- Oh, yes he is.

If you'd care to follow me,

the inspector will receive you.

- May I say who is calling?

- The Baron of Cabrol.

Very good. Sorry to delay you.

Did you see that?

If I was dressed like a bigwig,

they'd kiss my feet too.

And the inspector would be

at my beck and call.

Justice is all about false collars.

Don't make a scene.

Come on, Alfred.

Since Olinger replaced him

on the carousel...

it's small change.

You should have seen it

when Liliom was there.

- We sold so many tickets!

- Of course, Mrs. Muskat.

Liliom's real place

is at the carousel.

It's in your best interest, and his too.

He'll make money for you again.

Julie will finally have something

to live on, the poor thing.

- And I won't be obliged to feed a bum.

- Precisely.

Thank you, Mrs. Muskat.

Liliom will decide.

Unfortunately, he isn't here.

- He's never here!

- I'm not surprised.

To live all day in this miserable place

would give anyone the blues.

Especially him... an artist!

What he needs is the Hippo-Palace.

But he'd rather starve

than make the first move.

But no matter.

I'll take him back.

Let him know.

I'll be back tomorrow.

You're upset

because you're broke.

I am too,

but I can laugh about it...

because it won't last forever.

- One of these days...

- What?

You know the leather factory?

Every Friday, the cashier takes a certain

route with the employee payroll.

Suppose we get to him

when he's alone? No witnesses.

I already said no,

so why not drop it?

Fine, if you'd rather starve.

- Unless you're expecting an inheritance.

- Enough about that, or we're through.

All right, all right.

In that case, you'll have to find

some other way.

THE ISLE OF LOVE

Thanks.

- For the lady.

- Look at those legs!

What a pair of legs!

- Did you hear taxes are going up?

- I don't care.

I don't declare my income.

Hey, Liliom. Where've you been?

You're looking great.

- Still leading the good life?

- What do you think? And yourself?

A nice crowd.

A bunch of simpletons,

I tell you.

- Shall we get together later?

- I'll let you know in a while.

See you later, then.

- Is that all?

- I know a trick.

Nice and easy.

And now all we have to do

is spot a drunk...

and not mess up.

- A stinger.

- And a mint mandarin.

- So, buddy, are you up for it?

- You cut.

No, take this away.

Go ahead, write it down.

- Right on the mark again!

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