Submission

Vive la France!

Vive la France!

Bon voyage, lads!

You'll give Jerry hell for sure!

- You're living it up, eh?

Draft dodger!

- Did you hear what they said?

- Take that!

- Don't touch, draft dodger!

- ln 5 minutes l'll see you in the back.

- lf you're lucky, big boy.

- I always am.

Juliette!

- Yes, madame!

- The master's call.

- Juliette!

- Yes, madame.

Oh, finally, would you please

give this to Mr. Legrand?

- Yes, madame. - l hope that we'll

even get paid this time...

And fill out the paper

prescription too.

Don't forget, okay?

- Juliette!

- Yes, madame.

Tell Armand to clean

inside as well.

l'm going upstairs. l'll be back in

a minute. - Very well, Mme. Michoud.

Armand?

- Needs some salt, Carmen.

- Okay.

Justine?

The lights are always on...

Two or more layers of glass cut with the

same implements used for carving gems.

lt makes a...

- Henri?

Forgive me, but dinner's ready in 10.

- Oh, fine. Well, l want... - Justine,

how many times have l told you to turn

out the lights when you leave your room?

Oh, yes, mama. You're right.

l'm terribly sorry. l won't do it again.

- Did you finish your homework?

- Yes, she's finished.

Ah, very well...

Remember, dinner. 10 minutes.

But you know, hardly anyone's

interested in this glass nowadays.

Papa, why are you so

pessimistic about the world?

You see, Justine, when

people lose interest

in beauty, tragedy

inevitably ensues.

And then when destruction has passed,

mankind looks for beauty once again.

That's the never-ending cycle.

Ah, madame.

l was just coming to call you.

Charles is... here.

- Yes, l see he gets here a little

earlier every evening. You'd better

tell him we keep regular hours here.

Did Mr. Legrand come? - Oh, yes,

madame. l gave him the lot. - Good.

Where are you going?

- l, uh...

To turn offthe display lights.

- Don't bother, l'll take care ofit.

Weren't you in a hurry to leave?

- Yes, madame, thank you.

Oh, by the way,

did Mr. Legrand pay?

- No, he said to put it on his bill.

- l might have known.

Nothing else?

No. You may go home.

Good night.

Good night, madame.

l'll see you tomorrow.

- The money you cost me!

- Sure! - lt's always yourfault!

What, yourfucking motorcycle?

You should sell it. Sell it!

And now...

Quiet, quiet!

You want madame to hear, huh?

You want madame to hear?

We've got to be quiet!

Only a minute, Juliette...

We've got to be quiet!

Come on!

Hey, are you crazy?

B*tch!

Ah, into what dark abyss

love hurled my mother!

Ah, Queen, forget,

and for all time to come,

Eternal silence seals this memory.

Oh sister Ariadne, from what love

you died deserted on a barren shore!

Something rather amusing

happened today...

And what mortal agony drives you

to fury against all your race?

Could you come to the other

room with me for a moment, please?

Do you think any of us dares to

interrupt a poet like Racine?

Oh, no.

Go on.

Oh, by the way, darling, what was it

you wanted to tell me this evening?

- Nothing important, darling.

- Oh.

The price is very reasonable.

Of course, l'll have to act fast.

lt's a pity to hurry him. Everybody's

in a rush to get rid of art...

what, with the entire

continent in a mess.

Farewell, my friend.

Sell them off...

and l'll preserve beauty.

Oh, here we go again!

l wonderwhy they botherwith this

alarm every other night or so.

To wake my wife up, so she'll

know that l'm not home yet!

Everything will be

fine, don't worry...

No one from town will be sent to

the front line, l heard at Command.

We're only on alert for now...

don't worry.

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