Monsieur Verdoux Page #18

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- Oh, let's hope not, Monsieur.

- I didn't mean that, either.

I beg your pardon.

At funerals one's inclined to laugh

and at weddings, weep.

Evidently,

somebody disagrees with me.

- Who on earth can she be?

- Well, you should know.

Oh, yes, a Mme Bonheur.

I think she's from Lyons.

That's good luck. That means you're

going to be pleasantly surprised.

Pardon me.

- What's wrong?

- I think it's the cocktails.

I'll have a beer.

Thank you. Where's Bismo?

Excuse me.

M. Varnay.

Is there anything wrong?

No. I was just admiring your flowers.

Oh! Well, over on this side

we have our lovely bluebells.

- Ah, the campanulas.

- And over here are the primroses.

Of course, the genus Oenothera.

- Oh, what's wrong? Are you ill?

- Cramps.

They attack me ever since India.

Oh, well. Let me get you something.

- It'll pass soon.

- The minister's here.

- Tell him to wait. Can't I help?

- No, no. Please.

- Bismo.

- Hello.

- Mme Bonheur.

- Pleasure.

- Take good care of her.

- Well, you just leave that to me.

Oh, John. Oh, how do you do.

The minister's arrived and Henri's

taken with cramps. Look after him.

Well, let's see what we can do

for M. Varnay.

He isn't here.

He must have recovered.

Possibly you'll find him

at the punch bowl?

Come on, we'll go see.

- What are you lookin' for?

- Huh?

- Have you lost something?

- I dropped my sandwich.

- What kind was it?

- Just an ordinary sandwich.

A slice of bread between some meat.

- White or rye?

- Er, yes.

Stay here

and I'll get you another one.

Thank you.

- He isn't here.

- Oh, there he is.

Excuse me. Stay right here.

- What's the matter?

- Cramps.

The worst attack I've had in years.

- I'll take you into the house.

- I prefer to stay here.

Friends.

The great moment has arrived.

Please come into the house.

You can't go through a ceremony.

I'll take you inside.

I'd like to stay in the garden.

The air will do me good.

Ah, there you are.

I didn't quite understand.

Did you want white or rye?

Rye.

You certainly have

a beautiful place here.

- Wonderful.

- Thank you.

I'm comin'.

I'll have them delay the ceremony.

If you lie down

maybe the pain will go.

- You go and tell them.

- I'll get you into the house.

- I'm feeling better.

- I'm not going to take any chances.

Come along.

I wish you'd let me stay

in the fresh air.

No, no.

Ten minutes rest will do you good.

The thing is muscular.

It attacks the serratus magnus.

- What was that?

- Nothing at all. Go ahead.

Varnay.

- Henri.

- Beloved. See you later.

Varnay.

M. Varnay.

Varnay!

This M. Varnay seems to be

our man alright,

but he must have several aliases.

I can't believe it.

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