Mon oncle Antoine Page #4

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"Wake up, it's daylight"

I see you.

Don't touch me, you jerk.

I'll touch you, all right.

Fernand, how come

you have that?

What's the matter?

You feel all right?

Just great.

Fernand...

it's ten to 4:
00.

Your clock is ten minutes fast.

They're gonna blast it.

Go on.

Really?

I've never seen her before.

You're never seen her before?

Well, I know her.

Oh, man!

The notary shouldn't let his wife out

on her own like that.

He's out of town.

Poor Alexandrine, all alone.

Come to me.

I'll show you a good time.

- Did it arrive?

- Yes, I put it upstairs.

Would you like to try it on?

I'd give a hundred bucks

to try her on.

It'd be funny to talk to her,

see what she thinks of us.

She'd tell me,

"You're a real man."

Benoit...

did you see who just went upstairs?

Alexandrine!

She's gonna try on

her new corset.

Let's go watch.

You coming?

Right over there.

Lots of people downstairs.

There always are

before Christmas. I'm glad.

And the weather's so nice.

Anyway, your corset came in

yesterday.

It's really beautiful.

You'll see.

It's hot in here.

Give me your coat.

There's a man there!

Excuse me.

We'll make it a bit more private.

Let me help you.

I hope it's the same one

I saw in the catalog.

The exact same one.

There's a black lace rose

with pink lining on the front,

and little swirls

on the hips. Very pretty.

I hope it fits.

You haven't gained an ounce since

last year. Still doing those exercises?

Help me with this.

Look at this.

Isn't it beautiful?

Just what you wanted.

Look here.

- Look at the waist.

- Don't move.

There, that's it.

Careful.

You're pinching me.

What was that noise?

There's someone at the door!

Pigs!

The boss from the mine

is throwing his trinkets around.

No raises this year,

just like last.

Let's throw snowballs

and scare the hell out of him.

- My arm's in a cast.

- Use your left one, idiot!

So long. Merry Christmas.

Get out of here!

Go on now, and behave yourselves.

Marcel's very sick.

My God!

Mr. Antoine?

No, this is Fernand.

Who's this?

This is Mrs. Poulin in St. Pierre.

Mrs. Jos Poulin?

Yes.

What can we do for you, ma'am?

Speak a bit louder, ma'am.

I can't hear you.

We've got a bad line.

You're breaking up.

My eldest son was sick,

and he died this morning.

My husband's up in the woods.

I don't know what to do.

Perhaps Mr. Antoine could come out.

- I'm sorry to hear that.

Can you hear me? Hello?

I'm very sorry to hear that,

Mrs. Poulin.

My husband is up at the logging camp.

If someone could...

Could Mr. Antoine come out?

Don't worry. We'll take care

of everything. We'll leave right away.

Thank you. I'll be waiting.

Good-bye now.

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