Monsieur Batignole Page #2

You should benefit from it.

I may be an old fool,

but I fought the Germans...

I've got a painful memento

in my thigh...

I won't kiss up to the Germans.

What about the apartment?

I don't want it.

Don't bother peddling!

We lived like sardines

in 20 square meters.

While they lived

in the lap of luxury.

It's on the upper floor, too.

It's perfect for you.

Think of the grandchildren...

They'd have to marry.

I wouldn't hold my breath.

- They're engaged 2 years already.

- She's using him.

What about our customers?

People are talking.

People always have to eat.

Dealing with the Krauts

won't change the line at the door.

Use your brain...

If you still have one.

Look, my little sausage!

This place is a dream.

Don't dream. It's not ours.

It's not our home,

and it's too big!

Where did they go?

Gone!

They disappeared,

like the French army.

Applause!

This is Paris!

Here's the young author

I told you about.

Please, don't get up.

I hear you're

a budding young talent.

And my faith is intact, too.

My latest play.

I autographed it.

"A New Order." I know this play.

You're in it.

Do I come off as a buffoon?

It shows your nation

as the leader of a New Order...

The future... The great Europe!

You should change the title.

I told you it wasn't a good title!

It's only a temporary title.

Everything's temporary,

right Mademoiselle?

Answer him.

What about our other business?

Yes, come to my office tomorrow.

- Yes, Colonel.

- 10 sharp.

Great title!

"10 Sharp."

I can see the first scene...

How about a little spin,

Mademoiselle?

- Is he after Micheline?

- Forget it.

He likes the way you criticize

the Jews.

I've been writing plays

forten years.

He wants you to take

a more active stand.

In return, Batignole

gets the apartment.

is worth the effort.

Hold on.

If I were you,

I wouldn't hesitate long.

I know Spreich.

Like milk, he sours quickly.

Need my glasses?

Colonel Spreich will see you.

Edmond, the little gift.

Of course.

I won't offend you

by counting it now.

You now live in 200 square meters.

Thank you, Colonel.

Thank your future

son-in-law, Madam.

He's a remarkable

young man.

He's a lovely young man.

I was told by my administrator

you're the best caterer in Paris.

The best...

He won the "Golden Tripe"

in Caen in '36.

His brother supplies him with pork.

Black market?

Small... very, small.

You must think big.

I've tried to drill that in to him.

It's a friend's birthday tomorrow...

Would you organize something?

Prepare a nice buffet.

Are you listening, Leon?

I need eggs...

Move over, Daddy!

Butter, flour, foie gras...

Goose pat, a dozen chickens.

You could help!

I'm ordering from my brother.

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