Souris chez les hommes, Une (A Mouse with the Men)

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A MOUSE WITH THE MEN

Are you coming, Marcel?

- Shut up.

Can't you do it?

- I think it's bent.

Are you sure? I asked you something

Yes, of course.

If it's not working, it's not my fault.

We should have brought the burner.

Never. It reminds me of the factory.

You don't want to be in the

factory, I don't want to be in jail.

People could come home any

moment. They won't like this.

Give me a break.

- I do, but this isn't going anywhere.

We're barely earning our petrol back.

No ambitious stuff.

That's what got to Napoleon.

If you ask me, it's a

matter of persevering.

But we do find less and less money.

The banks aren't helping

with their small accounts.

And don't forget savings banks.

- That's how these things go.

We can't force people to

keep their money at home.

But we can handle things differently.

And how do you want to

do that? Care to tell me?

With a gun in our hand at the bank.

That's where the money is these days.

Have you gone completely insane?

Are you alright?

- Fine.

They just walk the street

with the money.

What's wrong?

- We don't rob banks.

It must be sleep depravation or

even depression...

...but I never want to

hear this nonsense again.

I want to go. You deserve

to be hit on the head.

Get in.

This was not the right

day to discuss the future.

With anger.

Call me in three or four days.

- Maybe I'll call you earlier.

A place I've been keeping

an eye on for a while.

I know someone at that place.

The check-out woman.

She'll do anything for

me and she adores me.

Isn't it time for a nap?

Yes laugh. But you're not against a

few bundles of bank notes, are you?

No. Have a rest and dream sweet dreams.

'Adores you', right?

How was your job at the Elyse?

As always. Everybody was there.

And when that's the case, the president

keeps his nose clean.

But he took me aside for a moment...

And he said:
My dear Ravet...

What did he tell you?

He said:
The U.S... Hush...

He said:
We have the U.S. in our pocket.

- In which pocket?

No idea, but I'll see him again soon.

You have such a fascinating job.

- Hard work.

And always at night. Do any of

your colleagues work during the day?

The daredevils... I mean,

that's up to everybody.

If anyone calls, I'm not in.

Even at home it's difficult.

Agns.

- Daddy.

Hello, Mr Blanchet.

Hello, darling.

- Hello, sweetheart.

You look tired.

- I'm beat.

The conference continued all night.

The boss begged me not to quit.

And now the entire north is mine.

All machines sold from the

west to the east, go via me.

And I'll make twice as much.

So we don't have to

save on anything anymore.

No!

Shall I fill up the bath?

- With bath salts.

Will you really make lots of

money, dad?

Yes, sweetheart.

You do best in life...

by working hard and being honest.

Did you hear that?

I've come a long way.

I was at the mercy of the waves.

I've survived many storms,

but I always overcame.

The way I see it: Work comes first.

Are you coming?

Your bath is ready.

You're right.

Money's there to be spent.

We'll be doing that

with my house plans.

That's right. Think big.

I want pink granite for the chimney.

And for our room, I want fabric

against the walls. A bit of class.

You're doubling the budget.

Got it this morning.

Want to have a look?

Show me. Fine.

All not a problem...

Three million six hundred...

Listen, no way.

But you approved of everything: shelves,

the chimney, Agns' room.

You kept saying it was alright.

- I just said that.

You're not honest or

you're not listening.

I thought it was only an idea.

- Ideas can be put into practice.

Not all of them.

To us.

No, to your patients.

- Those poor folk.

Aren't they too much of a burden?

Your patients.

Last week you worried about...

I remember who.

Wait a moment:
37.

- What a memory.

As a checkout woman,

I remember all the numbers.

Well, number 37?

You're kidding. Tell me.

I entered the operating room...

He was on the table... He looked well,

pulse 37, blood pressure 14/18.

To the left, the anaesthetist: check.

To the right, the surgical nurse: check.

Contact, engine, bang... All fine.

I attacked. An incision...

Pay attention.

An incision above the belly...

Superficial, but still... Dissection...

Listen to me. Dissection...

Dissection of the belly

and a soft landing on the peritoneum.

But let's talk about you.

How's retail going?

Our top seller, as Mr Dufour calls it,

is the negligee. That makes money.

Very delicate stuff.

One wrong movement in bed,

one impertinence, and it goes wrong.

Another 25,000 francs.

- Stop it.

Dufour is close to the

Champs-Elyses.

Sometimes I have a turnover

of close to two million francs.

You take precautions, don't you?

Against whom?

- Thieves, bandits, dishonest people...

You're as suspicious as Mr Dufour.

Twice a day, he takes the money

to his house.

The money in one bag,

a gun in the other.

Am I boring you?

- I'm thinking about that gun.

I don't like it.

So many accidents happen.

Dufour doesn't put bullets in it.

The good soul.

He likes a prank.

Yes? Who's speaking? One moment.

For you.

- I'm getting fed up.

Who?

- The manager.

Hello, it's me. It's me, Marcel.

A golden opportunity. Two million old

francs. I know exactly how and what.

Interesting information, sir,

but who does it come from?

The checkout woman. She adores me.

She's head over heels.

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