Souris chez les hommes, Une (A Mouse with the Men) Page #6

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Come along.

Don't get a shock...

Marco, Polo. Go outside.

Those animals are dangerous

and you leave your friends outside?

Out. Go, Marco.

Aunt Emma, these are...

Never mind. Who's the engineer and

who's the lawyer? Only the first names.

Francis.

- Very nice.

And Marcel.

- Charming.

Don't just stand there. Be hospitable.

Port, whisky.

We didn't want to disturb.

- We were in the neighbourhood.

I really wanted to meet you.

Beautiful, that chivalry.

There's something 17th century to

courting my niece together. Very French.

We do our best.

- A whisky...

I knew Marcel was the engineer.

Big head, piercing look, lethal jaws.

Impressive, but...

- Lucid.

You're more than lucid,

you're a bit of a psychic.

You're funny.

- I do my best.

Thank you, aunt Emma.

Francis,

you have quite an opponent.

Lets have a drink.

And may the best man win.

Come, have a look at

my boarder.

Only three specimen: the British Museum,

the Carnegie collection and this fellow.

He's in excellent hands here.

Notice how determined the male

hammers the ground with his little feet.

The sound, inaudible to humans,

has of course been amplified.

He wants to attract the attention

of the female.

At the right, you can see

how she scampers off.

A love song produced by

squeaking wing cases.

A wedding song starts...

Isn't it fantastic.

That refined shrill sound, the atonal

contrast, daring yet clear.

Francis really loves art.

What do you like most?

- I love Caravaggio...

You know the way, Lucille.

Madam.

Look at that.

- Great. And all's been taken care of.

Except that aunt's nuts

and she's an insomniac.

Well, it could all have

gone a lot worse.

Who does she think we are?

- Are you getting jealous?

I'll show the Caravaggio.

- I can find it myself.

Make her shut up.

- I'm with family here.

That's enough.

I don't want to hear another word.

Don't you understand how Francis feels?

There's a hundred million francs here.

The pinnacle of sadism.

- There she is.

I won't get out. The subway is closed.

Drop me off near a cab.

Get out.

You're not going to make me walk home.

- That's exactly what I'm doing.

You're villains. Losers.

You're mean. You'll hear from me.

Did they make you sad?

You can have my things.

What does this mean?

- That I quit.

What will you live off?

- No idea. I'll just work hard.

And what do I do? Fish?

- You'll survive.

You sound like you're

talking about a dog.

Turn on the drama.

When we just met...

When we just met...

- We were two losers.

But working as a team,

we became real professionals.

We've known good times.

But they're over now.

Our trade's history.

And me? I'm a tradesman.

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