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What are you thinking about?

You, maybe.

Liar.

So I never think of you?

Only when you see me.

Buy me a coffee.

Don't wake up my father.

Tell me, Marius.

- Why weren't you at the dance? - Where?

At the Cascade. There's a dance there every Sunday.

Do you go?

Yes. There are some very nice people there.

- Like who? - André, Monsieur Bouzique,

Victor.

I danced all evening with Victor.

Does he look sillier when he dances or when he walks?

You're so mean.

- Why don't you come? - I don't know how to dance.

I could teach you.

I'd rather not.

What did you do?

I went for a walk,

to breathe in the night air on the docks.

- Alone? - Yes. I met Monsieur Brun.

- He's back? - Yesterday.

Why did he go?

To take a course.

He went to Paris a clerk and came back an inspector.

Inspectors earn a lot of money.

Monsieur Brun?

He has to, with all those starched collars he wears.

That's the Saigon.

- How do you know? - And the Yara's horn.

Marius!

- Get that whistle. - It's the Yara.

Idiot. It's the percolator.

You're treating her to coffee?

You want a cup?

Why?

Because if we drink it all for free, what do we sell to the customers?

You're crying over a cup of coffee?

- It's a matter of principle. - What principle?

You don't drink the profits.

If you're looking to humiliate me, you've succeeded.

Humiliate you? How's that?

If I can't offer her a cup of coffee, then what am I?

- A child who must obey his father. - At his age?

Exactly. I was 32 when my rump felt my father's boot for the last time.

We knew what love and respect were in those days.

- With a boot up your rear. - And we didn't answer back.

I can't imagine Mother hitting me.

You'd snivel in a corner.

It's a pity your father isn't here to lick you into shape.

All our children do is poison our lives.

Poison your life? I share the work.

Some kind of sharing. Never here when you're needed.

- I'm here all day. - It's true.

What business is it of yours?

You look so pained all the time when you work here.

Anyone would think you were a teetotaler.

Maybe I'm neurasthenic.

- You? - Why not?

Where would you have caught that?

It just happens.

Don't try to make fun of your father.

And you go and sell your shellfish. Leave us alone.

I'm going!

The truth is that you're soft and a slacker.

Just like your Uncle Emil.

Just dragging his own shadow along wore him out.

You moon about and don't know your own job.

-I know my - -You don't know your own job.

You can't make a vermouth and cassis. Or a mandarine-lemon.

And as for a Picon-Curaçao, forget about it.

Yesterday, old Cougard complained.

And yet, it's easy. Look.

You put one third Curaçao.

A very small third, mind you.

A third of lemon.

See?

A good third of Picon.

See?

And then, a large third of water.

That's four thirds.

So what?

A glass only holds three thirds.

Idiot! It all depends on the size of the thirds.

- No, it doesn't. - Why not?

It's arithmetical.

Well, don't change the subject.

And the drip on the bottle, is that arithmetical too?

What drip?

The drip you always leave on the bottle. It's easy enough.

Look. You pour like this.

You twist the bottle and put the drip back in with the cork.

But Master Marius doesn't care, so it trickles onto the label.

That's why the bottles are easier to pick up than put down.

- You find that funny? - You're laughing too.

I'm laughing at my patience.

Tomorrow morning at 9:00, all hands on deck!

Drumroll.

Leading Seaman Piquoiseau,

I declare you chevalier of the Legion of Honour.

Drumroll.

Piquoiseau, have you gone crazy?

There's a spy on board.

Admiral Escartefigue, you've been demoted.

Put him in irons till we reach Manila.

Admiral Escartefigue has been demoted.

Admiral Escartefigue has been demoted?

- Shouldn't we be leaving, Captain? - Are there any customers?

On the other side of the docks, they're signaling like mad.

- What kind of signals? - Like this.

They're probably Neapolitans.

No, they're gesticulating like passengers.

I'll see to it later.

All right, Captain.

Meantime, get a head of steam and blow the horn.

- That'll calm them down. - Aye, Captain.

Only three blasts or you'll use up all the steam.

Aye, Captain.

And don't open the throttle too much.

Aye, Captain!

Or you can't close it afterward.

So, nobody crosses the harbor anymore?

The bridge has taken away my customers.

Now, they all use it to go across.

It's modern and they aren't seasick.

People have been sick on your boat?

Of course.

- Who? - Me.

- On a hundred-meter crossing? - A hundred?

- It's 206 meters. - Really?

I should know.

I've crossed it 24 times a day for the last 30 years.

Thirty years!

Monsieur Escartefigue...

how do you feel when you see the others?

What others?

The boats that go out at sea rather than just cross the harbor.

Why should I care?

Because they go far.

Yes, and sometimes they go deep.

Last thing at night, when you see all the lights on the water...

-haven't you ever wanted to - -To what?

To turn round and put out to sea?

Out to sea?

You're mad, my poor Marius.

No. I see through you.

- And what do you see? - That you hate being stuck here.

- I hate it? - Yes, you do.

When you drink with the captains back from Brazil or Madagascar

who tell you about their adventures...

I can tell that you care.

I'm just glad they're back home, safe and sound.

- That's all? - That's all.

Listen, Marius, I'm proud to be a sailor and a captain,

master on board after God.

But Madagascar can go to hell.

I've nothing against patriotism.

I'm glad the French flag flies over these faraway lands.

Though I can't say it does much for me.

But to go there, especially by boat?

No, thanks. I'm quite happy here.

Who would have believed it?

Time to go. All hands on board!

He's calling me.

He hates to keep passengers waiting. Such a good lad.

Your horn's going to explode.

He's using up all my steam. Dummy! Idiot!

Look out. Full steam ahead.

Monsieur Brun, what did you think of Paris?

Very impressive.

Did you walk around a lot?

I went out for a stroll every evening.

So you met Landolfi.

Who?

He was in the army with me. Landolfi.

Tall and fair. With a mustache and a permanent blink.

You can't miss him.

No, I didn't see him.

Really? Then you couldn't have been in Paris.

- But I was. - In Paris?

- And you didn't see Landolfi? - No.

Then he must be dead.

Come now!

Paris is very big, you know.

Yes, it's very big.

But is it really bigger than Marseille?

At least forty times bigger.

Has the trip gone to your head?

They say we exaggerate in Marseille...

but 40 times bigger. That's a good one.

You're a true Lyonnais.

Oh, my God, it's 12:30.

Where'd he go?

To change. It's Monday today.

- What's so special about Mondays? - Don't you know?

Every Monday at 12:30 sharp,

my father has lunch with his girlfriend.

A beautiful buxom Italian.

No, he's with a Dutch woman now, at least twice the size.

When he goes to see her, he makes excuses to hide it.

It's no crime to have a mistress when you're a widower.

A widower? Please!

Don't say that word, Monsieur Brun.

- Why? - You don't know of my misfortune?

What misfortune?

Look.

What? Madame Panisse?

Yes. It'll be three months tomorrow.

On Friday, she'd eaten a super aioli with snails and cod.

And on Sunday, she passed away.

So quickly? How horrible.

Say what you will, but sometimes, the Good Lord is not so good.

Such a devoted wife and so good at getting my employees to work.

And at home she loved to laugh.

She was always ready for a little joke.

At breakfast,

I'd chase her around the table while she was still in her nightgown.

I gave her little slaps.

Pinched her lightly... all in good fun.

In retaliation...

she would tickle me.

Now, now, don't hurt yourself.

To think all that is gone forever...

I weep every night. I can't go on, Monsieur Brun.

- What can you do? - I know exactly what this calls for.

I've made up my mind.

Come now. Think it over.

I have already. I can't take this pain any longer.

Don't act too hastily.

I've decided to marry again at once.

- Marry again? - As soon as possible.

After all, she's dead.

- I can't bring her back. - Of course.

Some may say I haven't waited enough.

But my conscience is clear.

I've wept more in four months than others do in years.

Tears this big, Monsieur Brun.

And screams! Horrible!

- I don't know how I've endured. - Poor Panisse.

Yes, I'm to be pitied.

Cheers, Monsieur Brun.

So, what do you think?

I bet you've already got someone in mind.

Of course. I'm going to propose today.

Who is it?

I can't tell you yet.

But I'll send you an invitation to the wedding.

I'm inviting all my customers and friends.

There will be only one person missing.

My poor Felicity.

She always loved a party.

But that's life. It's God's will.

She'll be happier up there looking down on it all.

The Malaisie's mate is here.

I'm coming!

It's a big order. I must seize the opportunity.

They already ordered a set of sails yesterday.

- A large ship? - It's leaving on an expedition.

A sailing ship?

They'll be studying winds and currents in the South Seas.

And there's an auxiliary engine.

Panisse, hurry up.

Bunch of savages.

All in good time.

- Do you want to kill me? - We must all die one day.

When one isn't rich,

one has to work.

He looks none too happy.

In Marseille, nothing comes harder than work.

So, Fanny, it's settled then?

What?

I may ask your mother for your hand?

Anyone may ask.

You don't think I'm being foolish?

That's for Mother to decide.

The exquisite modesty of a true maiden.

There you are, sir. I won't keep you a moment.

Pretend you know nothing.

Well...

I'm going out.

Just for a little walk in town.

Nothing important.

I really must get rid of this hat.

I may pop into Mostegui's...

for some fish soup and a steak frites.

Well, I'm off.

You don't have to explain yourself.

I'm not explaining myself.

Why should I, at my age?

I'm just informing you that I'm going to Mostegui's.

So that's where we can find you.

No, there's no need for anyone to come find me at Mostegui's.

If you want something, ask me now.

-You said - -I didn't say anything. You did!

I say - I -

I've got nothing to say.

I don't need the permission of a Lyonnais to go out.

Who said you do?

Damn it, what's this inquisition all about?

If I were 86, I'd understand your spying on me.

But I'm not senile. I won't drown.

Off you go, Father. It's quite natural.

There you are.

My son says it's quite natural. So I'll go naturally.

People should mind their own business.

Otherwise, it's called suspicion.

And I won't be suspected by a Lyonnais.

- No offense meant. - So long, boss.

If the Picon truck comes along, take 12 bottles.

That'll be 240 francs.

Twelve bottles. Don't forget.

No need to tell me twice. 240 bottles. I got it.

Good God, give me patience.

What did I do to deserve such a son?

He can't be mine. I don't believe it.

If the Picon truck comes along, take 12 bottles.

On second thought, don't do anything. I'll phone them.

- My poor boy. - What do you mean?

You'll be late for your own funeral.

Monsieur César! You're going to see Monsieur Panisse?

It's my business who I'm going to see!

As you wish, I was just asking!

Listen, Panisse, have you really given this any thought?

Of course I have!

- She's 30 years your junior. - Is that my fault?

I'll give her all she wants. Money, dresses, jewelry.

You're a good man...

but I'm afraid she might lack the most important thing.

- What thing? - I'll say no more.

Don't talk about what you don't know.

- I know love is wonderful. - Agreed.

- But it's best at 20. - She is 20.

- But you're 50. - And I've lots of money.

My dear Panisse,

nightgowns don't have any pockets.

I'm only speaking for your own good.

Of course, you'd be a good catch for my girl.

But when I look at you,

I see a huge set of horns.

You're wrong. Just say yes and leave the rest to me.

I'm going to be married.

- With whom? - No one knows yet.

But I'm telling you because I need some advice.

With whom?

- He asked for my hand. - Who did?

Perhaps I shouldn't tell you.

Well, then, don't!

You'll hear about it soon enough.

I know. It's Victor. It's obvious.

Obvious to you, huh?

He comes every night for your shellfish.

It's a wonder he hasn't died yet.

- And what does that prove? - That he's an idiot.

And as for the shop, his father isn't dead yet.

I don't want the shop, and I don't care a fig for Victor.

Then who is it?

- What? Old Panisse? - Monsieur Panisse.

- You don't believe me? - No, I don't.

So you won't advise me?

Sure, I advise you to find a better story than that.

His eyes are pleated like the sides of an accordion.

Taking a rest, my dear?

Keeping cool before the rush.

Yes.

"The sun today arose,

but hide your lovely face

lest he burn in his embrace

love's lovely rose."

Bravo, Panisse. Very well said!

You made that up?

I'd say yes, but I'm afraid you'd see it's written

in the window of the tobacco shop.

But the right poem at the right time lends tone to a conversation.

- Marius, two anisettes. - One for me?

Who else? Come sit.

I spoke to your mother.

She's verifying my accounts,

but I think she'll agree if you say yes.

Give me a few days to think about it.

Of course. I don't mind waiting.

The pleasure will only be greater when you say yes.

How many employees do you have?

Twenty-three.

Come on, boy, fill them up!

- They're full. - Liar.

I'm lying?

Here, have some more.

Careful! You're spilling it.

He's a bit tired today.

That's no way to behave.

Darn! I forgot my matches.

Wait, Panisse.

How nice of you. A match held by such a pretty hand...

My hands aren't pretty.

They're so small.

So soft and warm.

And such a pretty ring.

- You like it? - A lot.

Is it gold?

I don't know. I got it in a crackerjack box.

- Then it must be brass. - Too bad.

Have you ever had a gold ring?

But your necklace is gold, no?

Yes, my Aunt Zoé gave it to me.

It's very pretty.

And is that a medallion?

Wait. I'll show you.

- What's written? - It's my date of birth.

- Fanny, your mother's calling. - I didn't hear anything.

I'm telling you she called three times!

- You're hearing things. - She knows where to find you.

Let's talk seriously.

Your mother and I have discussed figures and...

- Am I bothering you? - No.

You whisper and when I come near, you stop talking.

Maybe we have private matters to discuss.

When people do that, it's because they're talking dirty.

Dirty? Don't be rude.

Remember who you're talking to.

It makes me feel sick to see the two of you.

Well, then, don't look.

And don't give me that sideways glance.

I'm looking at you sideways?

- You've gone mad, my poor Marius! - Lunatic.

Lunatics can be very dangerous.

I know one who'd love to cream you.

Cream me? My poor boy.

Come out here, if you're a man.

- You're still wet behind the ears. - We'll see about that.

Afraid, huh?

Careful, Marius, you don't know me.

Introduce yourself. I'm waiting, you wretch.

Wretch?

You're calling me a wretch?

Stay out of this, it's for men only.

Keep my hat.

- Go on, cream me! - What about my ears?

- Poor kid. - Miserable wretch.

- Sad boy. - Shopkeeper!

- All bark and no bite. - You're one giant empty threat.

-If only I had less control - -if your hair weren't gray.

You want me to tear it out to make you happy?

You've got customers.

I'm busy.

You're very lucky.

Fanny, business beckons.

Will you come to my place later for tea?

Why not here?

Because I'll never set foot again in an establishment

where people don't know how to behave.

Your Parisian accent doesn't impress me.

I shall expect you later.

Two anisettes at two francs and a quarter.

That's 4.50.

Here's five francs.

Keep the change, waiter.

You shouldn't work yourself up about what doesn't concern you.

It's a shame what you're doing to that poor old man.

What poor old man?

Don't you see you could kill him?

When he looked down your blouse, he was red as a lobster.

You were even redder.

Besides, I'm wearing a bra.

- Anyway, it's none of your business. - You're right.

I shouldn't bother. I've got better things to worry about.

I just don't like to see you becoming like your Aunt Zoé.

I don't have the right to marry?

Come on, give it a bit more thought.

What do you mean?

You know a marriage doesn't end at the church.

It's a start.

- And after that? - There's a big dinner at Basso's.

- Then when you're alone with him? - I'll see then.

- You'll have to let him kiss you. - Tough.

He'll kiss you on the neck and lips.

Quiet. Don't talk about that.

But I have to. Because after, it'll be too late.

He'll take you in his arms, that dirty old bastard.

Swine!

You can laugh, but you're wrong.

About what?

You think I'm jealous.

Come on. To be jealous, you have to be in love.

- Exactly. And I'm not. - There you go.

- We're friends, nothing more. - Of course, Marius.

Mind you, I could have easily fallen for you.

You're so pretty, it would've been easy.

But I didn't want to.

- Can you tend the bar for a while? - What if a customer comes?

I'll be back in 20 minutes.

Bartoli has agreed take you on.

- How long? - Eight months.

Eight months?

Suez, Aden, Bombay, Colombo, Makassar, Sydney.

Same trip as the Malaisie.

All right.

Wait. It's not sure. I'm waiting on a Corsican.

But if he doesn't come in tonight, you can take his place.

Tonight?

We sail at midnight.

That's very soon.

Might as well, huh?

- How will I know? - I'll come and tell you.

- Your papers are in order? - Of course.

What's the matter?

Just a headache.

Was that why you were crying last night too?

Enough of this nonsense.

Tell me the truth.

I'm leaving for Aix tonight and I expect you to tell me before that.

Don't worry, Mother, it's nothing.

Of course. I suppose it's that worthless Marius again?

I've been waiting for him to come around with his fancy shoes.

You love him?

Young girls are so silly!

You can have Monsieur Panisse.

Such a nice man, so kind,

so charming and so rich too.

And you weep over a boy who washes other people's shot glasses?

Well...

if that's what you want, I won't stop you.

Come on, you little ninny.

Don't cry.

If you want him, you'll get him.

He doesn't love me.

He doesn't love you?

He won't marry me.

He said that? When? Where? How? Why?

Go tell Panisse I'm waiting for him to pop open some bubbly.

It's far.

It's 15 meters away. Get a move on.

- What will you give me if I go? - A glass of wine.

- Run! Go! - I'm off.

Panisse! Monsieur César is waiting for you to drink some champagne.

Stop screaming it, idiot!

You'll have every drunk in town rushing in here.

You want some champagne? Here you go.

- He said he's coming. - Good.

I didn't see you yesterday. Let's drink some bubbly.

Since you asked me, I'll come.

It would be bad manners to decline.

But I promised to never set foot in this place again.

And it's a promise I intend to keep.

- Why? - Because your son is very rude.

- My son, rude? - Yes, rude.

And if I see him, I'll kick him up the backside.

Notice I'm not wearing espadrilles.

Today, I put on some shoes.

- And you say that to me? - Yes, to you.

-What about my - -Step back, son.

Lay a hand on Marius,

and I'll kick you in the butt so hard your teeth will chatter.

I'd like to see that!

- That's mine! - Get back!

If you lay a finger on Marius, it'll be too bad for you,

but you'll wake up hospitalized tomorrow morning.

You don't scare me.

- What about my wine? - Get back!

I'm telling you, touch one hair off Marius's head,

and you'll wake up in the cemetery, not the hospital.

I've knocked out bigger men than you.

- My wine! - Just get up here.

Holy Virgin, it'll be murder, but you asked for it.

- So long, Panisse. - So long? Wait!

The cork!

The foam! It's spilling!

What a pity. It's not cold.

Not cold enough.

- But it's not bad. - It isn't.

I'll put a bottle down the well for tomorrow morning.

Come on!

Everything will turn out fine, don't worry.

But first off,

if you don't want Monsieur Panisse, you should tell him.

I'll speak to César.

No, Mother, don't tell anyone.

Let me deal with this myself, please.

Very well.

I won't say anything.

I promise.

But I'd like to give the barman

who rejected my daughter a piece of my mind.

Come on, silly girl...

eat your soup.

And don't cry into it. It's salty enough as it is.

Panisse, if you see Marius, don't kick him.

You know I won't.

It was only my ego doing the talking.

- Cheers! - Cheers, old friend.

- What did the boy do? - He provoked me.

He made fun of me and my gray hair.

- You must have done something. - Nothing at all.

If you hadn't quarreled with him, he would've stayed quiet.

- Why would I quarrel with him? - I don't know.

I know myself too well, César. I've got a quick temper.

I'd never start a quarrel that could end in a massacre.

I wasn't even looking at him when he threw himself at me.

Really?

He tried to strangle me.

If he starts throttling my customers, then what's next?

- That boy really has a problem. - What is it?

I don't know. Have you noticed anything?

Yes, he tried to strangle me.

That doesn't matter.

Do you know if he has a mistress?

I wouldn't know anything about that.

There's a woman, mark my words.

Only love can make a man so stupid.

You don't think he fancies Fanny, do you?

Fanny? Surely not. They've known each other too long.

I say that because, when he attacked me,

I was sitting with Fanny.

What's your point?

Maybe he thought I was courting her.

- Who? You? - Yes.

Come on, you're kidding.

He wouldn't be jealous of an old man like you.

- Who knows? - Look at you!

You're like an old monkey.

No, he must be suffering at the hands of a woman.

I'm afraid it could be Madame Escartefigue.

She's made enough men happy. Why turn away the son of a friend?

- Then who could it be? - Ask Marius.

That's what I'll do.

Marius may be 23,

but I can still cuff him if need be. Nevertheless...

I can't talk to him about women.

It's my stupid sense of decency.

- What decency? - Paternal decency.

You've got a very distinguished sense of decency.

You'd feel the same if you had a son.

What's wrong?

The shoes are pressing on my corns. I should take them off.

Let me see.

Those are fine shoes you've got there.

They're torpedo shoes or what?

They're my wedding shoes.

You must have kept them in mothballs.

They're so tight, they look like they're about to burst.

Maybe they won't come off.

I can always use scissors.

No hard feelings, César?

Don't worry about your son. It'll be all right.

You look like a ballet dancer.

Don't try to play soccer in those shoes.

So long, colleague!

What a fine ship.

Come on board!

Come!

- Good evening, César. - Still up at this hour, Honorine?

I'm leaving on the midnight train to see my sister.

I came here early because I wanted to talk to you.

Go ahead.

It's not that simple.

- What is it? - It's about Fanny.

Fanny and Marius.

Have a seat.

That's a nice hat. What do you want to drink?

Mandarine and lemon.

What's up between Fanny and Marius?

Is it so hard to say?

Panisse wants my daughter.

- What for? - To marry her.

Panisse wants to marry Fanny?

He asked me this morning.

He's off his rocker.

I told him. He wants an answer by tomorrow.

What does Fanny say?

She'll say yes

if she can't have the one she wants.

And it's Marius she wants?

Exactly.

Now I understand yesterday's carnage.

What carnage?

A terrible fight.

The police came. It was pandemonium.

- Anyway! - What?

Marius wants her to turn down Panisse.

Fine, but did he tell her he loves her?

What?

Apparently, he hinted at it.

Did he kiss her?

No. He only hinted at love, that's what she said.

Without kissing her? That's odd.

But do they want each other?

Marius said he couldn't marry her.

- Why? - He won't say why.

She almost proposed, but he didn't answer and made her cry.

Is that any way to behave?

What's he waiting for? A princess?

What princess? Of course not!

Don't get mad, Honorine. What a pretty hat.

Leave my hat alone.

After all, maybe he just doesn't love her.

If that is so, then why is he jealous of Panisse?

This should be easy to settle.

Then do it, because if my child goes on crying,

I'll set this place on fire.

Calm down, Honorine, calm down.

Sit down, come on.

We'll ask Marius about it when he comes in.

- Not in front of me. - Why?

Because I don't want him to know I was here.

I know what men are like.

If he hears I came to ask for my daughter,

she'll never be able to tell him anything without him replying,

"You wanted me to marry you.

Your mother said you cried," et cetera.

He'll end up hating her and they'll be unhappy.

All right, but Fanny mustn't talk about Panisse either.

- Why? - I know what women are like.

When they're married and have their first fight, she'll say,

"I turned down a rich man for you.

I could have had a car, a maid, a boat," et cetera.

It would be the end of him.

I know the song and dance from my poor wife.

In 20 years, she never let me forget

the cattle dealer who first proposed to her.

And yet, there'll never be another woman like her.

Keep quiet and I'll see to it that she never mentions Panisse.

- All right. - Shall we drink to that?

Come on, César.

So, do you like the idea of this marriage?

We'll have to see.

What would be Fanny's dowry?

The cockle business.

With a good assistant,

it could bring in 40 francs a day, net profit.

That's not much.

Some people would take her and nothing else.

My girl isn't a hunchback.

And my boy isn't lame.

You may find taller, bigger men, but none more handsome.

Laugh if you like, but it's true.

I'm not saying it because he's mine, but he's a fine boy.

He's handsome, very handsome.

You're getting on my nerves.

So, because he's handsome, he should marry a Rothschild?

Of course not. But if they marry at once

and if they have kids, they'll need money.

In that case, I'd give them an allowance

as long as I keep my fish stall.

And you, what will you give your son?

He'll help me in the bar until I retire.

And they can also live here.

I'll give him 1,500 francs a month.

That's not enough. You must give more than that.

How much more, darling?

You should give him a cod steak, some fresh turbot...

a few crabs and some bream.

You've got to stop drinking. It's bad for you.

He's there?

Well, I'd rather have crayfish.

Is this for fish soup?

Yes. A good fish soup.

- You're calling it a night? - Yes.

So, we'll talk about it in the morning?

Yes, because that kind of soup doesn't keep.

- I'm off to take my train. - All right.

Hello, my dear.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to talk to you.

Let's go inside. After you.

Where did you go tonight?

I was shooting pool at the Brasserie Suisse.

- The Brasserie Suisse? - So what?

Who with?

With some friends.

I'm sure that's not true.

You were somewhere else.

But no matter. I've got something more important to talk about.

What?

I lost my cap.

It's behind you, on the table.

One of these days, you're going to have to marry.

- Me? - Yes, you.

- Why? - Why?

It's natural and good for business.

Surely you don't want to be a bachelor?

I haven't thought about it.

Maybe it's time you did.

- Why? - Well, because...

Panisse asked Fanny to marry him.

I don't see what that's got to do with anything.

- Marius, don't take me for a fool. - What?

I'm telling you not to take me for a fool.

I know you love her.

- Who told you that? - A little bird.

A clever little bird.

You love Fanny, and I can prove it.

That's why you attacked Panisse like a wild beast,

nearly throttling the poor old chap.

Don't laugh. He's out to get you. He put his shoes on.

We simply had a little quarrel about...

About what?

I don't even know.

Well, I do. It was about Fanny.

- You wanted to dispose of a rival. - Not at all.

Idiot, if you want to dispose of a rival, the best way

is to ask Fanny for her hand.

You think she'd say yes?

You're kidding, right?

You talked to her mother?

Excuse me?

You talked to her mother?

Her mother? What do you mean?

Ah, her mother!

She has a pretty hat.

No, I didn't talk to her, but I think she'd say yes.

Maybe.

But I'm not interested.

Why?

I don't think I love her enough to marry her.

You're being a liar, Marius.

- Why? - Because you're lying.

Me?

Excuse me?

I'm telling you that you're lying.

You love Fanny. You're furious because someone else wants her.

Yet you refuse to marry her?

You're becoming unbearable, Marius.

If you're crazy, be honest and tell me.

I'll send you to the loony bin and that'll be that.

But if you're not, trust your father and tell me the truth.

There's a woman at the bottom of all this, isn't there?

Isn't there?

Yes, you're right.

I knew it.

Who is she?

I'm embarrassed to talk about it with you.

So am I. I'm embarrassed too.

But I want to know why you're being so stupid.

- You can't love the girl. - Maybe I pity her.

And that's what makes you stupid?

Listen, Marius -

All right, I'll explain.

It's a girl I once loved.

Who likes me a lot.

I'd hurt her if I told her I was marrying.

- She might commit suicide. - Don't joke about that.

I need time to get her used to the idea.

It's as simple as that.

Simple as that...

Well, then, let's forget about it.

I won't ask you her name, you wouldn't tell me anyway.

It isn't Madame Escartefigue, is it?

No, it isn't.

- You sure? - And what if it were?

Be careful, Marius.

Monsieur Escartefigue is a friend and an esteemed customer.

I don't want you playing around with the customers' wives.

Let's not talk about it anymore.

- So, what do we do about Fanny? - Let's wait.

Hand me the till.

- What if she says yes to Panisse? - She won't say yes.

You don't think so, but what if she does?

If she says yes, then it'll just be too bad.

Stop your nonsense! It won't "just be too bad."

We'll talk about it in the morning.

Tomorrow morning?

Yes, tomorrow morning.

It's going to prey on my mind all night.

I doubt it, the way you're yawning.

I like you a lot, you know.

What are you saying?

I like you a lot.

I like you too.

Why do you say that, huh?

I don't know.

I see that you think and worry about me, so...

it reminds me that I really like you.

Of course.

It's true.

Good night.

Good night...

my son.

And you know...

when I sometimes say you'll be the death of me?

It isn't true.

Is the Corsican here?

The ship isn't in the harbor yet...

but it's coming.

You hear it?

Go. I'll close up.

When you come back, knock at the shutter. I'll be waiting.

Good night, Panisse.

See you tomorrow. Don't worry about me.

- Who's there? - It's me.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I forgot the key to my stall so I came to fetch it.

Then I saw a light on, so I knocked.

I'm glad you did.

I also wanted to tell you...

I followed your advice.

- What advice? - I turned down Panisse.

Maybe that was a mistake.

You told me to do it.

Maybe you were a bit hasty.

Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut

and not taken the responsibility.

Listen, Fanny...

my father hasn't gone to bed yet.

I'll see you tomorrow.

All right.

I'll go since you're kicking me out.

I'm not kicking you out.

You're not angry, are you?

Come in five minutes.

Sit down.

Listen, I want to talk to you about this marriage.

- I want to speak to you like a brother. - But you're not.

- You're like my sister. - But I don't want to be.

Why not?

What is it, Fanny?

It's you I love and you I want.

Do me a favor and don't look at me.

You shouldn't have told me.

Don't you love me too?

Yes, you love me. I know it. Tell me you do.

I told you I can't marry.

Why? Because you've got a lover?

Come out and say it.

For a boy, it's nothing to be ashamed of.

I already asked the blonde at the Régence.

- Asked her what? - If she was your "good" friend.

- What will she think of you now? - I couldn't care less.

And now, I won't rest until I find out who it is.

- There is no one. - Come on!

There must be a woman. A girl who sunk her claws into you.

How?

Maybe she had your child.

Answer, Marius. Do you have a child? Is that it?

I can't say I have one when I don't.

Then it's only that you don't want me.

Why?

Are you ashamed of my Aunt Zoé?

If I were going to marry, I'd marry you.

But now, stop with all your questions.

- Who's with you? - No one. I'm tidying up.

He talks to himself now!

You're sleepwalking?

Go to bed, you idiot.

Check the third beer barrel and make sure the tap is turned off.

I'll go see.

Good-bye.

We'll talk again tomorrow morning.

Tell me your secret.

You might not understand and maybe you'd betray me.

Me? Betray you?

Come on, Marius.

All right. I'll tell you.

- I'm leaving. - Leaving?

To go where?

Anywhere. Far away.

- I'm just leaving. - Is it because of your father?

So, what's driving you away?

Nothing. Just a longing.

Take me with you.

No, I can't.

- You're leaving on the boat? - So what?

Is this Piquoiseau's idea?

No. I've wanted to go for a long time.

One night, a sailing ship berthed right here.

Her cargo was wood from the West Indies.

Black wood, golden inside,

smelling of camphor and pepper.

The ship came from the Leeward Islands.

The crew came in here and told me about their country.

I drank the rum they'd brought. It was very sweet and spicy.

Then, one evening, they left.

I went out on the dock.

I watched that fine three-master...

sail into the setting sun...

towards the Leeward Islands.

Since then, I've been under the spell.

Was there a woman on board?

- I knew you wouldn't understand. - You want to see these islands?

I'd prefer never to go there...

so they'll always stay as I imagined them.

I just long to be elsewhere.

It may seem silly to you. It can't be explained.

But that's the way it is.

I long to be elsewhere.

And that's why you want to leave me?

Now that I told you, go.

I feel that if I go now, I'll never see you again.

You'll see me here in the morning.

You're leaving tonight.

Maybe. If they call me.

Marius, please, don't go.

Go on some other boat, some other day.

You don't love me.

I don't love you?

If I didn't love you...

I'd have gone a long time ago.

But now I've made up my mind.

- But why? - Don't you understand?

When I'm on the dock, looking at the horizon...

I'm already on the other side.

Every ship on the sea tugs at me. I forget where I am, what I'm doing.

I go crazy.

Remember, when we crossed the harbor bridge?

You were dizzy, afraid you'd fall. That's how I feel.

When I see a ship leaving...

I'm drawn towards it.

I can't control myself.

So, how could I make you happy?

You only live once, you know.

And what if I ruined your life?

If you leave forever, my life is finished.

You're so young. You'll forget me.

Forget you? Me?

That's impossible, Marius.

I've always loved you, even when I had pigtails.

When you were in the army, I counted the days

and I learned to sew for you,

so I could wear a new dress when you were on leave.

Every time you spoke to a girl, I wished she'd drop dead.

And when I dreamt of the future, it was you who was beside me.

For years, I've waited to grow up so I could become your wife.

Every morning I thought, "Today, he'll speak to me."

I've tried everything to make you talk to me.

And now that you have...

it's to say that you love me and you're leaving.

Someone's knocking.

I'll always love you, Marius. Always.

It's no use crying. It won't make me change my mind.

Let me go. Forget me.

Never, Marius. I'll wait for you.

Don't. I would only leave again.

Don't answer.

If you go, I'll drown myself.

The Corsican came in.

He came in?

You're not leaving, Marius.

Don't cry. Don't be sad, please.

I'll love you so much you'll be cured.

It's over now, Marius. I can keep you.

- Boss! - Boss!

You're in bed? Can you give us a bottle of rum?

You're still up. We see the light.

Boss!

What's that racket?

We want some rum.

There's no rum. We're closed.

Are you in bed?

Father's coming down.

Come! Quickly!

What can he be doing?

He's sleeping.

Never.

ONE MONTH LATER.

It's your turn to play.

I know, but I can't decide.

Make up your mind.

We're all waiting, Captain.

It's a serious moment. They're leading.

This hand will settle the game.

Which leads me to wonder if Panisse isn't trumping hearts?

If you'd paid attention, you'd know.

Why don't you just show him your cards?

I never said a thing.

Normally, you're not allowed to speak.

In a competition, you'd be disqualified.

I've played in lots of competitions,

but I never saw you there.

I still don't know if Panisse is trumping hearts.

And I told you no talking when you're playing, even to greet a friend.

I'm not greeting, I'm thinking.

Well, think quietly.

He's right, you don't need to talk.

I must ask you not to make signs.

Keep your eyes on your cards.

You too.

If you go on making faces, I'm going home.

Don't worry, they'll lose anyway.

I wouldn't be hesitating...

if I knew for sure Panisse was trumping hearts.

They're still making faces.

You watch Escartefigue, I'll watch César.

You're treating me, an old schoolmate, as if I were a cheater?

Thanks a lot.

Am I upsetting you?

No, you're making me happy. Treat me like a gangster. Go ahead.

- You're breaking my heart. - Come on, César!

You're breaking my heart.

You're breaking my heart.

You're breaking my heart!

Are we playing or not?

He's breaking my heart. What about you?

I see. Good, hearts.

Do you think I'm a fool?

You let him know I was trumping hearts.

I don't play with cheats.

Nobody takes Panisse for a ride.

Breaking your heart indeed!

Have you ever heard anything like it?

He's none too pleased.

- He's really cross. - It happens.

You really shouldn't have cheated.

If friends can't cheat with one another, why bother playing?

And our ruse was very clever.

He has a bad temper. He's impossible.

Let's play a last hand.

- Loser pays for the drinks. - You're on.

- Good night, Monsieur César. - Off to bed already?

No, I'm taking Mother to the train station.

That's a very nice thing to do.

- Make sure she catches her train. - Don't fret.

It's a good thing Fanny doesn't know where he's going.

Is that right? Why?

Because he's off to see his old mistress.

What a criminal!

He'll spend the night there.

How do you know?

Watch. In a minute he'll come out and say, "Good night, Father."

I'll say, "Going out?"

And he'll say, "Yes, to the movies."

He goes out, climbs back in through the window

and locks his door from the inside.

Why?

I wake him up in the morning.

If the door is locked, I think he's still sleeping.

Pretty smart.

He's a smart kid, my son, and I'm no slouch either.

Because I also went out to look through his window.

I don't say anything, but I watch him for fun.

Going out?

Just to the movies.

Need any money?

I have what I need.

Come here.

Doesn't he look good?

Better than both of you.

I didn't really mean it.

Even has a bow tie.

Don't come back too late.

- Around midnight, 1:00. - No later.

Be good.

- Be good! - Yes!

He's going around the back now.

- Say, César. - What?

Who is your son's mistress?

I've never tried to find out.

It's delicate. The boy is an adult now.

But I suspect it's a sailor's wife.

Why?

If he spends the whole night with her,

her husband must be away.

- Thirty-five. - Thirty-six.

Thirty-seven.

- Thirty-seven? - Yes.

Besides, everyone knows the navy is full of cuckolds. Forty.

Excuse me?

I said everyone knows the navy is full of cuckolds.

Forty! You didn't hear? I said 40!

Forty. Spades.

So... 30, 40.

You're cold? You need your jacket?

Forty.

What's wrong? What did you do to him?

Is it what I said about the navy? Forgive me, old friend.

Are you speaking to the sailor or the cuckold?

Both.

It's no laughing matter.

There's no need to be so upset.

It's not your fault if you're a cuckold.

After all, everyone knows. It's no mystery.

Monsieur Brun didn't know.

He's the one who told me!

In Marseille, a cuckold is called an Escartefigue.

Even if I am a cuckold, it's none of your business,

and I forbid you to insult the French Navy.

After what you said, I can no longer play.

-Listen - -I won't anymore. It's finished.

I'll expect an apology in the morning.

If it's an apology you want, I'll apologize right away.

No, I want a thoughtful apology

in keeping with the gravity of what you said.

Come on, Félix, don't be stupid.

I had no intention of insulting the navy.

I admire the French Navy.

Maybe you admire the French Navy,

but the navy says you can go to hell.

What on earth did he mean?

It's not nice what they've done to you.

- To me? - Yes, to you.

- What did they do? - They left you to pay for the drinks.

You mean they left us to pay?

What do you mean, "us"?

Yes, we were partners.

- We'll play for it. - It's rather late.

We've never played against one another, have we?

Come on, sit down.

And to think you wanted to leave for the land of green monkeys.

You realize how silly that was?

It was totally unexplainable.

You don't think about it anymore, do you?

Not like I did before.

The spell is forever broken.

- So when do we marry? - Whenever you'd like.

I'll talk to Father in the morning

and your mother in the evening.

- Shall I tell you my idea? - What idea?

- For where we'll live? - You have an idea?

I've already thought of everything.

Go on then. Tell me.

First, we'll take your father's room because it's bigger than yours.

That's a bad start. Father will never give it up.

- Why not? - Why not?

Think about it.

That's where Mother died.

Since her death, nothing has moved.

All right then, we'll use yours. I'll fix it up nicely.

I'll have it wallpapered in blue, it's so nice with my hair.

You know where I'll put the furniture?

Where?

Between the windows...

I'll put the chest of drawers Aunt Zoé gave me.

It's very old and apparently worth a lot of money.

On the other side...

- What is it? - A ship sounding its horn...

to avoid a collision.

It must be a large one.

So, what will be opposite the chest of drawers?

Our bed.

Take that!

I'm putting down a king.

There he is, salute him.

The king? Again?

- I do it all the time. - That could seem odd.

It's not odd, but difficult.

You admit you're cheating?

Yes. But since you can't detect it, it's all right.

Then I may as well pay right away.

As you wish. What does it come to?

Nine, four, six, eight, ten, 12.

That'll be 24 francs.

That hat suits you well.

There, plus two francs for the waiter.

I'll give it to him when he wakes up.

- See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

- Have a good meal. - Thank you.

Don't tell anyone Escartefigue is a cuckold.

It could make the rounds.

See you tomorrow.

He's not here.

Wherever Fanny is, Marius is there.

Sorry to disturb the lovers.

Marius, I must talk to you.

Go on. Marius doesn't keep any secrets from me.

But I do. Listen, Marius, I wanted to tell you -

If you have something to tell him, say it in front of me or go.

All right. I'm sorry.

I'll wait for you in front of the bar. I'll see you when you get back.

Good night, young lovers.

That's a problem.

He'll know I didn't sleep at home.

You can say he didn't see you.

Still, he's bound to tell everyone. It'll make the rounds.

I'd better settle this at once.

- You'll tell me everything? - Of course.

Hurry up. I'll wait for you.

Come quickly!

The first mate of the Malaisie has a place for you.

Come!

Ever since I've been here, you've said you wanted to leave.

Now that I had to send a man to the hospital

and gave the captain your papers, you want to back out?

It's your right. But you could have said so sooner.

I can't leave.

Not very square. In the future, I'll never trust a Marseillais again.

It takes more guts to stay than to go.

It doesn't take a lot of guts to shift bottles around!

You're missing out on the best opportunity of your life.

I bet it's on account of a girl.

- It's Fanny. - The cockle girl?

She's nice enough, but there are girls the world over.

Are you that badly smitten?

I have to stay.

Why not?

She's an honest girl.

I know plenty of men who wouldn't give a damn.

It's up to you,

but you'll live to regret it.

Never more than now.

Look at him. He's desperate to leave.

I want to go so bad.

I want, I want... In life, you can't always do what you want.

It's useless to talk about it, chief. Stop insisting.

I'll offer the job to Chevalier. He hasn't worked in three months.

I'll come to the bar tomorrow at 11:00 to say good-bye.

That lad is going to cry all night.

Now, where is that Chevalier?

Wait. Don't look for him.

You said he'd cry all night.

Do you really think he will?

Listen, miss.

It's obvious that the lad won't be happy all the time.

You saw how he cried. You're destroying his life.

Be quiet!

Could you wait until tomorrow morning to replace him?

Why?

Maybe he'll leave.

Even if you allow it, he won't want to anymore.

Come to the bar tomorrow at 10:00.

But don't tell him you saw me.

Go, quickly!

You scared me. Where were you?

Looking for you.

Come. Let's go home.

What did Piquoiseau want?

Just some money.

I gave him some.

You did right.

Promise me you'll never love another woman.

You know I won't.

Another woman? Never.

You say you pity her.

Since 8:00 last night, you've had plenty of time to pity her.

And at 9:00 a.m., pity your father who can't keep his eyes open.

What is this?

Whose is it?

Oh, dear!

Here, look at this.

Recognize that belt?

Marius had an accident?

He would deserve it, the rascal.

Though I'd rather it be him than anyone else.

They must marry at once.

Sit down. What's wrong?

I went to Aix as I do every Wednesday.

You go to Aix each Wednesday?

Yes. To see my sister.

Instead of taking the 7:00 train,

I got a lift from Monsieur Amourdedieu.

When I got home,

what did I find?

A bottle, two glasses and that belt on a chair.

Who'd have thought?

Mind you, a belt doesn't mean a thing.

It made my blood run cold.

I ran to Fanny's room, opened the door

and what did I see?

Holy Mary, what have I done to deserve this?

My goodness.

What did they say?

I was so ashamed...

I left without a sound.

That's taking it a bit too far, Marius.

What have you done, my son?

He's a real rascal.

She's only 18. She'll end up like her Aunt Zoé.

How can you say that about Fanny?

It doesn't encourage me to give my consent.

Don't cry, Honorine.

We'll find something.

Come on, stop crying!

Better that than to break a leg.

Who would have thought such a thing?

She seemed so innocent, a real baby.

Let's just hope there's not a real one on the way.

How can you laugh about it?

Don't you see what it's doing to me?

- I'm in such a state. - Now, now, don't cry.

- What will you have? - Just a mandarine-lemon.

It's a drag, but life can be like that. Things will turn out all right.

Don't cry into the croissants. That won't help matters.

Have a drink...

and let's think about this.

It's quite simple.

I'm going to tear Fanny apart.

You wouldn't do that.

Just you wait and see.

Leave me alone, César. I'll kill her.

Come on, Honorine. Sit down. Calm down.

Do you want the whole town to know?

Think about yourself.

Not now.

What if your mother had killed you 25 years ago

when you were Curly's fiancée?

That was different.

He lived just across the hall. You only had to cross the landing.

I went to his place.

Whereas Marius...

I never told Fanny about all that.

Don't cry. It's bad for your health.

Damn your Marius!

How dare he come into my house?

He raped my daughter.

She didn't scream very loud.

We'll marry them and say no more about it.

Kids, huh?

Kids are so nice when they're small.

But what can you do? That's youth. It doesn't last very long.

I know, but all the same...

Poor Honorine.

Youth...

It flies by and never comes back, you know.

That would be Marius climbing back in through the window.

I don't want to see him. If I do, I'll strangle him.

- Come on. - No, I must go.

Go into the kitchen. And stop crying.

Really, César.

Stop crying.

You trust me, don't you?

I promise, they'll be married in two weeks.

You can dry your eyes on the dishcloth.

It's clean. I just changed it.

Enough pity now.

He needs a little time to set up his little charade.

Honorine! Hey!

Ready to set sail!

All hands on deck!

Get ready!

Raise the mains!

You're in late.

I did a bit of cleaning before coming over.

You must have cleaned thoroughly.

Meanwhile, your stall isn't open.

I've a good mind to give you a beating.

You may well cry after what you've done.

I was home at 7:00 this morning. Understand?

Forgive me, Mother.

No, I can't. It's unforgivable.

My own daughter, doing something like that!

Couldn't you have married him first?

Since we had all agreed.

Vice led you to do this.

- No, Mother! No! - Yes, vice.

Since you could have waited and done it legally.

He wanted to see you sleeping?

Well, now, he must marry you. I want a proposal by noon.

Tell your Marius to hurry up or else, watch out!

I've never touched a gun in my life, but I swear I'm a fast learner.

As a matter of fact, I'll go talk to him.

No, Mother, don't!

You don't know anything! You can't understand.

If he doesn't propose, don't come back.

You'll no longer be my daughter.

I'll lock myself in my room and die weeping.

Mother, please don't cry.

Look at that thief.

What do you want?

Where's the fishmonger?

It's me. What do you want?

It's for the orders from the Univers and Portugal hotels.

Right. The fish are still in the tank.

Go ahead, I'll be right over.

No kisses until you're engaged.

Don't do that, Fanny.

Leave me alone.

Did you just wake up?

What time is it?

- It's past 9:00. - Past 9:00?

I'll be! I read in bed last night.

It was dawn before I fell asleep.

You shouldn't read so late in bed.

It's bad for you.

You don't look too good. You're pale, your eyes are drawn.

You think so?

Yep. That book you're reading must be very tiring.

If I didn't know better,

I'd wonder where you'd been.

Did you call around 7:00?

Just before 7:00.

I called, but you kept on sleeping.

We could hear you snore all the way down here.

That's impossible.

Why?

Because I never snore.

You were snoring so loud you made all the customers laugh.

Your door was locked, so I couldn't wake you.

Yes, I must have locked it without realizing it.

Without realizing it, huh?

Pour yourself a coffee. The croissants are hot.

Let's have breakfast.

Pull up your pants. They're slipping.

- You think so? - That's what it looks like.

Maybe I've lost weight.

You read too much.

Go on reading like that and you'll be as thin as a rake.

Why don't you wear a belt?

You're right. I must buy one.

That's simple enough.

Good old Marius.

You've got quite the appetite.

Not too bad.

Reading makes you hungry.

What a boy.

- Say... - What?

Your old mistress...

You know,

the woman you pitied so much.

The one who might kill herself.

Are you still seeing her?

Of course.

- No! You're still seeing her? - What about it?

You're truly amazing.

Why?

Good old Marius.

Say...

did you tell her you were getting married?

Not yet, but anyway,

she knows that one day...

You can't explain it, but I get it.

That's all very nice for that girl...

but it's hardly fair for Fanny.

- Why isn't it fair? - Why?

Because you're keeping her dangling.

- You're sure you want to marry her? - Yes, I'm sure.

Then why don't you talk to the parents?

She keeps postponing the date.

- Why? - I don't know.

Every time I ask her, she says, "We've got plenty of time."

- That's odd. - Yes, it is.

I wonder if she doesn't regret not choosing Panisse.

You're too much, you know that?

She doesn't care about that old man.

- Then why is she stalling? - It's your fault.

- My fault? - Yes, your fault.

You don't understand women yet.

But me, kid... I'll explain.

Women are proud and fragile.

And it's no use trying to hide things from them.

They've got a sixth sense.

Fanny knows you're in no hurry,

so she says, "We've got plenty of time."

But if you said, "Meet me in church tomorrow,"

she'd be there before dawn.

Maybe you're right.

Not maybe, I am right.

I'm telling you that I am right.

When you see Fanny, talk to her about it. But seriously.

And you, you should bear in mind what happened to Zoé.

Such a nice girl.

I don't see what she has to do with me.

You don't know the story?

It's not very pretty.

Zoé was a very good-looking young girl.

A bit of a flirt, but she meant no harm.

She worked in the match factory.

I can still see her passing in front of the bar every morning.

So cute under her large straw hat.

She had a wicked charm.

All the men looked at her.

She'd smile, but it never went any further than that.

Then she fell for a Spanish sailor.

He promised to marry her, said he'd stay.

So they jumped the gun a little bit.

And then one night, he just left.

He abandoned her?

He abandoned her.

So Zoé...

It was terrible.

Poor kid.

Poor, poor kid.

When men deceive women...

they disgust them.

Women can't love anyone anymore. They become street girls.

Once they begin to play that game, they've got nothing to lose.

Honor is like a match. It can only be used once.

Why tell me that?

So you don't mess around with Fanny.

Understand?

Yes, I understand.

Of course, I don't doubt her and I've seen and know nothing.

But if you've been exchanging words...

and caresses...

you must marry as soon as possible.

Understand?

I'll talk to her.

Talk to her.

And be very adamant.

Understand?

Because, if you want my opinion...

Zoé's sailor... wasn't a man.

So? Are you ready?

No, chief.

I told you last night.

You've don't have a replacement?

No, I thought you might change your mind.

You shouldn't have come here.

Especially to tell me that.

I'm not leaving, chief.

I can't.

So, you're staying?

All right.

But if you change your mind, we're across the docks.

I won't change my mind.

You're making a mistake, a big mistake.

Why did you tell me he'd leave?

Now, I'm short a man.

- He'll be there later. - Right, it sure looks like it!

Women!

Call your mother. We must speak to her.

Why the hurry?

If you love me, don't waste any time. Call your mother.

Do you really want to marry me?

Marriage is serious.

It's an engagement for life.

Call your mother.

Are you sure you love me enough?

You saw that ship out there?

- It's the Malaisie. - I know.

I have a place on board. They just told me.

My bag is packed.

I only have to cross the harbor. But, as you can see, I'm staying.

Here, with you.

For how long?

If you help me, it could be forever.

Maybe, Marius.

But you'll never be happy if you marry me.

You want to marry me because you feel responsible.

But there's no need. You're not responsible.

You didn't ask for anything.

I came to get you.

The fault is entirely mine.

- What? - Go, Marius. Follow your dreams.

They don't include me.

Fanny, don't tempt me.

Just cross the harbor.

If you love me... take me in your arms, cover my eyes.

Hold me tight.

You don't have to suffer. There is still time.

Poor girl.

What would become of you if I left?

Don't worry. I've thought about it.

You've thought about it?

How come?

You'll marry him?

Or another. What does it matter?

Have you spoken to him?

Look at me! Have you?

When?

Several times.

So, you lied when you told me that you'd turned him down?

I'm not doing it for me.

I have to think of my mother. She's not as young as she was.

Love isn't the only thing in life.

There are other things stronger than that.

So, while I struggled with my conscience...

and suffered in silence...

they were settling things.

- Where are you going? - Don't try to stop me.

You're going?

I'm going to see my love. Marry Panisse's money.

I'll marry the sea.

You're staying after all?

I can't make it through. My father is in front of the bar.

Marius...

climb out the window...

as if you were going to meet your love.

In the meantime, I'll keep your father busy.

Don't say anything. Just go.

If he had loved me like I love him, he would have understood.

Marius is over there. He wants to see you.

No, he's at the station, fetching my baskets.

He won't be long.

- What's wrong with you? - Me?

I don't like what's going on. Look and you'll see.

You idiot, I saw it all a long time ago.

It's all right.

Come here, darling. Come!

How flushed you are.

Have you been crying? Is that it?

Perhaps.

You cried? Then Marius must have talked to you.

So, it's settled? Huh?

I'm glad to hear it.

Good little girl.

Say, Fanny.

You know how long I've been thinking about this wedding?

-I've been thinking about it for - -Months?

For the last 11... no, more like 14 years.

Since before you left for Algeria...

when you were knee-high to a grasshopper.

One night, in this very bar, Marius's mother...

lifted you up and asked,

"Fanny, are you really going to marry Marius?"

Everyone laughed, but not you.

Your eyes were wide open and you said, "Yes."

And now it's really happening. I'm so happy.

All aboard!

Come! Let's take a stroll on the docks.

- But what if there are customers? - They can wait.

- Why not? - I'd prefer to stay here.

What for?

We've got things to talk about.

Like what?

The apartment, for example.

- What apartment? - You'll have to find us an apartment.

You'll live here with me.

You think I want to live alone like an animal?

You know, I bully Marius from time to time...

but after all, he's my son.

I love him.

I'd die if I didn't see him for six months.

I have an idea for your apartment. Have you seen my room?

- I don't think so. - Then I'll show it to you.

Come. Here's my idea.

Cast off!

Anchors away!

You'll be comfortable here.

Look at that window.

You can't imagine how nice it is in the morning

to be woken up by the sun.

In summer, it reaches the bed.

And in winter, it climbs up to the clock.

So, what do you think of this room?

It's larger than your son's.

Much larger. So this is what I thought.

I'm old now. I don't need so much space.

I'll take Marius's room,

and this one can be yours.

Yes, there's certainly more space. It'll be easier to fix up.

Heading out to sea!

There's only one thing I'd ask you.

Leave the bed where it is.

Yes... that's where he was born.

And it's also where she died.

The ship is leaving.

That's the Malaisie setting sail.

God protect all those aboard.

You see that door?

It leads to a small, unused room.

Well, if you'd like it and it would please me...

we'll put a tiny bed in it.

We'll put a tiny bed in there, won't we?

A small bed.

A tiny one.

Marius, bring some rum! Fanny fainted!

Marius, where are you?