All language subtitles for Marius (1931)

What are you thinking about?

You, maybe.

Liar.

You think I never do?

Only when you see me.

Buy me a coffee.

All right. Father's asleep.

Why weren't you at the dance?

There's one every Sunday
at the Cascade.

- Do you go?
- Yes.

- You meet nice people.
- Meaning?

André, Monsieur Bouzique,

Victor.

I danced all evening with Victor.

Does he dance as stupidly
as he walks?

You are awful.

Why don't you come?

- I can't dance.
- I could teach you.

I'd rather not.

Where did you go?

I went for a walk,

to breathe the night air
on the jetty.

- All 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?

They need to, with all those
starched collars they wear.

That's The Saigon.

How do you know?

And The Yara's whistle.

What's that?

- That whistle.
- It's The Yara.

Idiot. It's the percolator.

You stood her coffee?

Want a cup?

There'll be nothing left
for our customers.

You begrudge me coffee?

It's the principle of the thing.

Drinking the profits.

You make me look so small.

What do you take me for?

A son who must obey his father.

At his age?

I was thirty-two when I felt
my father's boot for the last time.

We knew what love and respect were
in those days.

- A kick?
- 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.

Fine share you do.
Never here when you're wanted.

I'm here all day.

He's right.

What business is it of yours?

You look so pained all the time…

anyone would think
you were teetotal.

Maybe I'm neurasthenic.

What?

Is that catching?

It just happens.

Don't try to make fun of your father.

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

You're a slacker.

Just like your Uncle Emil.

It wore him out, just dragging
his own shadow along.

You moon about,
don't know your job.

Not even your own job.

You can't make a vermouth
and blackcurrant.

And as for a Picon-curaçao,
forget it.

Yesterday old Cougard came to complain.

And yet it's easy. Look.

You put one third curaçao.

A very small third, mind.

A third of lemon.

A good third of Picon.

And then a large third of water.

That's four thirds.

So?

A glass only holds three thirds.

That depends
on the size of the thirds.

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

It's arithmetic.

Well, don't try to change the subject.

And the drip on the bottle.
Is that arithmetic too?

What drip?

The drip you always leave
on the bottle. It's not difficult.

You have to pour it like this.

Twist the bottle
and put the drip back 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.

- Funny, is it?
- You're laughing too.

If I didn't, I'd cry.

Tomorrow at nine, all hands on deck.

Roll the drums.

Leading Seaman Piquoiseau,
in honour of the French government,

I declare you
Chevalier of the Legion of Honour.

Drum roll.

Hey, Piquoiseau,

have you gone crazy?

There's a spy on board.

Admiral Escartefigue,
you're reduced to the ranks.

Put him in irons
till we reach Manila!

Admiral Escartefigue
is reduced to the ranks.

"Admiral Escartefigue
is reduced to the ranks!"

- Isn't it time we left, Captain?
- Is it busy?

They're signalling like mad
on the quay.

How?

Like this.

It'll just be some Italians talking.

No, they're gesticulating.

I'll see to it later.

Meantime, raise some steam
and pull the whistle.

That'll calm them down.

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

And don't open the throttle too far.

Aye, aye, Captain!

Or it will never shut again.

The ferry isn't popular any more?

The transporter bridge
has taken away my customers.

Now they all use the bridge.

It's modern
and they aren't seasick.

You've had people sick
on your boat?

- Of course.
- Who?

Me.

On a hundred metre crossing?

It's two hundred and six metres!

I should know. I've crossed
every day for the last thirty years.

Thirty years!

Monsieur Escartefigue,

how do you feel
when you see the others?

The boats that go out
rather than across the harbour.

Why should I think anything?

They go so far.

Yes, and sometimes so deep.

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

Haven't you ever wanted…

to turn round
and put out to sea?

Out to sea?

You're mad, my poor Marius.

No. I see through you.

How so?

You hate being stuck here.

- I hate it?
- Yes, own up.

When you drink with the captains

back from Brazil or Madagascar.

When they tell you
about their voyages…

I can see you care.

I'm glad they're home
safe and sound.

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

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.

I can't believe my ears.

Let's go, then. Farewell!

He's calling me.

He hates keeping passengers waiting.
Such a good lad.

It's still whistling.

He's using up all my steam.
The silly ass. Idiot!

Look out. Full steam ahead.

Monsieur Brun,
what did you think of Paris?

Sensational.

Did you manage to explore at all?

I took a stroll each evening.

So you met Landolfi.

Who is that?

He was in the army with me.

Tall and fair, with a moustache.

And a permanent blink.

You can't miss him.

No, I didn't see him.

Then you can't have been in Paris.

But I was.

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

He's dead then.

Poor thing!

Paris is very big, you know.

Not larger than Marseilles,
for sure.

Forty times as big.

That trip has gone to your head.

They say we Marseillais exaggerate

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

You're a true Lyonnais.

Oh, my God, it's twelve thirty.

Where's he gone?

To change. It's Monday today.

What's so special about Mondays?

Don't you know?

Every Monday,

my father has lunch with his girlfriend.

A beautiful buxom Italian.

No, he's changed to a Dutch woman
at least twice the size.

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

But it's no crime.
He's a widower.

A widower. Please…

Don't say that word,
Monsieur Brun.

Why not?

You don't know of my misfortune?

Misfortune?

- Madame Panisse?
- Yes, Monsieur Brun.

Three months tomorrow.

On Friday, she'd eaten
a sumptuous dish of snails and fish.

And on the Sunday she passed away.

So quickly? Awful!

Say what you will,
the Good Lord is not very kind.

Such a devoted wife and so good
at putting the employees to work.

And at home she loved a laugh.

She was always ready
for a little joke.

At breakfast,

I'd chase her
round the table in her shift.

I gave her little slaps.
I pinched her nicely… in fun.

In revenge, she'd tickle me.

I'm sure you'd rather not
talk about it.

When I think
all that is gone for ever.

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

What's to be done?

I know.

I've made up my mind.

Come on now. Think it over.

I have already. I can't endure
such suffering any longer.

Don't act hastily.

I've decided
to marry again at once.

- Remarry?
- As soon as possible.

After all, she's dead.

I can't bring her back.

Some may say
I've not waited long enough

but my conscience is clear.

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

Tears as big as that,
Monsieur Brun.

And screams…
I don't know how I've borne it.

Poor Panisse.

Yes, I'm to be pitied.

What do you think?

I'll wager you've someone in mind.

Yes, of course.
I shall make my proposal today.

Who is it?

I can't tell you who she is yet.

But I'll be sending you
an invitation to the wedding.

I'm inviting
all my clients and friends.

There will be
only one person missing.

My poor Félicité.
She always loved a party.

But that's life.
It wasn't God's will.

She'll be happier up there
looking down on events.

Panisse!

The Malaisie's mate is here.

Right.

It's a big order.
I must put my best foot forward.

They asked about sails yesterday.

- A large ship?
- Yes, leaving on an expedition.

On a three-master?

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

There's an auxiliary engine.

Panisse, hurry up.

That's enough.

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's none too happy.

In Marseille,
nothing comes harder than work.

So, Fanny, it's settled?

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.

I'm going out.

Just for a little walk
round the town.

Nothing important.

I really must throw this hat away.

I may pop into Mostegui's,

for some fish soup
and a steak and chips.

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 to Mostegui's.

If you want something,

ask me now.

- You said…
- I didn't say anything.

I said…

I've nothing to say.

I don't need your permission
to go out.

Of course not.

Damn it, what does
this inquisition mean?

If I were eighty-six,
I'd understand your spying on me.

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

Dad, off you go. It's quite natural.

There you are.

My son says it's quite natural.
I shall go - naturally.

People should mind
their own business.

It's mere suspicion.

And I won't be suspected
by a Lyonnais.

No offence meant.

If Picon comes, take twelve bottles.

That'll be
two hundred and forty francs.

Twelve bottles. Don't forget.

Two hundred and forty bottles.
Leave it to me.

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 Picon comes, take twelve bottles.

On second thoughts, don't.
I'll telephone.

- My poor boy.
- What do you mean?

You'll be late for your own funeral.

Panisse, have you really thought
about this?

Sure I have.

She's thirty years your junior.

Is that my fault?

I'll give her all she wants.

You're a good man…

but I'm afraid
she might find something lacking.

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 twenty.
- She is twenty.

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

My dear Panisse,
night-dresses don't have pockets.

I'm only speaking
for your own good.

You'd be a good catch.

But when I look at you,

I see a huge pair of horns.

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

I'm going to be married.

Who to?

I'm telling you
because I need some advice.

Who?

- He asked for my hand.
- Who did?

Perhaps I shouldn't say.

Don't then.

You'll soon know.

It's Victor.
Everybody knows that.

You sure do.

He comes every night
for your shellfish.

It's a wonder he hasn't died.

- Proving what?
- He's an idiot.

And he won't have the shop
till his dad dies.

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?

Yes, when you find a better story.

The man has bags under his eyes.

Taking a rest, my dear?

Keeping cool.

Yes,

"The Sun is king today.

"But hide your lovely face.

"Lest he should burn in his embrace."

"The pride of Love's nosegay."

Bravo, Panisse. Nicely said!

You made that up?

I'd say I had but you'd only see it
on the pots of face cream

in the window of the corner shop.

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

Marius, two anisettes.

One for me?

Who else? Come and sit down.

I talked to your mother.

She's checking my accounts

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

Give me a few days to consider.

Of course. I don't mind waiting.

I'll be even more pleased
when you say yes.

Say, Panisse.

- How many workers do you have?
- Twenty-three.

Fill up these glasses.

- They're full.
- Liar.

I'm lying?

Careful! You're spilling it.

He's a bit tired today.

That's no way to behave.

Bother. I forgot my matches.

How delightful a light is
when proffered by a pretty hand.

My hands aren't pretty.

They're so small.

So soft and warm.

And such a pretty ring.

- You like it?
- It suits you.

Is it gold?

I don't know. It was in a cracker.

Then it must be brass.

Never mind.

Have you a gold ring?

But your necklace is gold?

Yes, my Aunt Zoé gave it to me.

It's very pretty.

What's the medallion on it?

Just a minute. I'll show you.

- What does it say?
- My date of birth.

Your mother's calling.

Surely not.

She's calling, I tell you!

You're dreaming.

She knows where to find you.

Let's talk seriously.

Your mother and I
have discussed figures and…

Do I stop you chatting?

You stopped talking.

We may have private matters
to discuss.

Some filth, I reckon.

Filth? Don't be so rude!

Remember whom you're addressing.

Looking at you makes me feel sick.

Don't look then.

And don't scowl at me!

Me, scowl at you?

- Have you gone mad?
- Poor lunatic.

Lunatics can be very dangerous.
I know one who'd love to hit you.

To hit me?

My poor boy.

Come out here, if you're a man.

- You're still wet behind the ears.
- Just see if I am.

You're afraid.

Marius,
you don't want to see me roused.

Don't I? You miserable wretch.

Wretch?

You'd call me a wretch?

Leave this to us men.

Hold my hat.

- Go on, hit me!
- Box my ears.

- Poor kid.
- Miserable wretch.

- Poor boy.
- Shop keeper!

- You dare not strike.
- You're all talk.

- If I'd less control…
- If your hair weren't grey…

You want me to tear it out?
Is that it?

Panisse!

You've customers.

I'm busy.

Thank your lucky star.

Fanny, business calls.

Will you come over for tea later?

Why not here?

I'll never set foot in this bar again.

People should know their place.

Your Parisian accent
doesn't impress me.

I shall expect you later.

Two anisettes
at two francs twenty-five.

That's four francs fifty.

Here's five francs.

Keep the change, waiter.

You shouldn't work yourself up
about things that don't concern you.

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

What poor old man?

You might have killed him.

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

You went redder.

Besides, I was wearing a bra.

Don't interfere.

You're right.

I've better things to worry about.

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

Haven't I the right to marry?

Come on, give it a bit more thought.

Thought?

Marriage doesn't end at the church.

It's a start.

And after that?

After? The wedding breakfast.

- Then what?
- I'll see.

- He'll kiss you.
- If he must.

He'll kiss you on the neck and lips.

Don't talk about it.

I must.
It'll be too late afterwards.

He'll take you in his arms,
the dirty old man.

Dirty bastard!

You can laugh but it's not true.

What isn't?

You think I'm jealous.

You have to be in love
to be jealous.

And I'm not.

Well then.

We're friends, nothing more.

Sure, Marius.

Mind you,
I could easily have fallen for you.

You're so pretty.

But I didn't want to.

Marius!

Look after the place a moment.

- What if a customer comes in?
- I shan't be long.

Bartoli will take you on.

- For how long?
- Ten months.

Ten months?

Suez, Aden,
Bombay, Colombo, Makassar,

Sydney.
The same voyage as The Malaisie.

Okay.

I've signed on a Corsican.

But, if he's not here tonight,
you can take his place.

Tonight?

We sail at midnight.

So soon?

So much the better.

How shall I know?

I'll come and tell you.

Your papers are in order?

What's the matter?

Just a headache.

Was that why you were crying
all last night too?

Enough of this nonsense.

Tell me the truth.

I'm leaving for Aix tonight
and I'm not going till you tell me.

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

I suppose it's that worthless Marius.

I've been watching him
for a long time.

You love him?

How stupid can you be?

You can have Monsieur Panisse.

Such a nice man, so kind,

so charming and so rich too.

Yet you weep over a boy
who washes glasses.

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

Come on, you little ninny.

Don't cry.

If you want him,
you shall have him.

He doesn't want me.

He doesn't want you?

He won't marry me.

He said that? Where? When? Why?

Go and tell Panisse to come over
for some champagne.

It's a long way.

It's only a step. Get a move on.

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

Panisse!

Come and have some champagne
with Monsieur César.

You damned idiot.

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

You want champagne? Here!

What's the time?

Panisse!

I didn't see you yesterday.
Let's have some champagne.

As you ask me,

it would be impolite to refuse.

But I swore I'd never set foot
in this place again.

Never set foot here again?

Your son was very rude.

My son was rude?

Yes, extremely rude.

I shall kick him up the backside.

Notice I'm not wearing espadrilles.

I've shoes on today.

You say that to me?

Yes, you!

Stay out of it.

Lay a hand on Marius

and I'll kick you
so your teeth chatter.

We'll see about that.

Clear off!

Lay a finger on Marius

and you'll wake up in hospital.

You don't scare me.

Clear off, I said.

Touch one hair of his head

and you'll wake up in the cemetery.

I've knocked out
bigger men than you.

Holy Virgin, it's murder,
but you asked for it.

The champagne!

Damn thing. It's not chilled.

It is a bit warm.

But it's not bad.

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

We'll soon arrange it, don't worry.

But if you don't want Monsieur Panisse,
you should tell him so right away.

I'll speak to César.

No, mother, please don't tell anyone.

Let me deal with this myself, please.

Very well.

I won't say anything.

I promise.

Though I'd like to give that barman
who rejected you a piece of my mind!

Come on, silly,

eat your soup.

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

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

You know I won't.

It was only my pride talking.

Cheers.

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

He mocked me and my grey hair.

You must have said something.

You picked a quarrel with him.

Why would I do that?

I know I've a quick temper

but 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,

whatever next?

There must be something
seriously wrong with him.

Have you noticed anything?

Yes, that he tried to strangle me.

That's not important.

Do you know if he has a mistress?

No, I don't know.

It's a woman, mark my words.

Love makes men so stupid.

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

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

I say that because,
when he attacked me

I was sitting beside Fanny.

I don't see the connection.

Maybe he thought I was courting her.

Who,

you?

You must be joking. Honestly!

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

Look at you,
you're like an old monkey.

No, a woman must be making him suffer.

I'm afraid it's…

Madame Escartefigue.

She's made enough men happy.
She'd hardly turn away a friend's son.

Who then?

Speak to Marius.

I suppose I must.

Marius may be twenty-three

but I'd still cuff him if need be.
All the same…

I can't talk to him about women.

It's my stupid modesty.

What modesty?

Paternal modesty.

You're very fastidious.

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

The shoe is pressing on my corn.

Let me see.

That's a fine pair of shoes.

Very pointed.

My wedding shoes.

You must have kept them in mothballs.

They're so tight,
I think they'll burst.

Maybe they won't come off.

I can always use scissors.

No hard feelings, César?

Don't worry about your son.
It will pass.

- Bye, Panisse.
- Bye.

You look like a ballet dancer.

Don't go playing football
in those shoes!

Goodbye, my friend!

She's a fine ship.

Come on board.

Evening, César.

Still out at this hour?

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 easy.

What is it?

It's about Fanny.

Fanny and Marius.

Have a seat.

That's a nice hat.
What will you have to drink?

A mandarin and lemon.

What's up
between Fanny and Marius?

Is it so hard to say?

Panisse wants my child.

What for?

In marriage.

Panisse wants to marry Fanny?

He asked me this morning.

He's off his head.

He wants my answer tomorrow.

What does Fanny say?

She'll say yes
if she can't have the one she wants.

Oh?

And it's Marius she wants?

Exactly.

Now I understand
yesterday's carnage.

A terrible fight.

The police came.
It was pandemonium.

Anyway… - What?

Marius wants her to reject Panisse.

Did he say he loved her?

He hinted at it.

He kissed her?

No. He hinted at it, she said.

Without kissing her? That's odd.

But they want each other?

Marius said he couldn't marry her.

Why not?

He won't say why.

He doesn't answer
and he makes her cry.

Is that any way to behave?

What's he waiting for? A princess?

What princess?

Don't lose your temper, Honorine.
Nice hat.

Maybe he doesn't love her.

Then why is he jealous of Panisse?

This should be easy to settle.

Do it then,
for if my child goes on crying.

I'll set fire to this place.

Calm down, Honorine. Sit here.

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

- Not me.
- Why not?

He mustn't know I was here.

I know what men are like.

If he hears I came to ask

whenever she lets fall a remark,
he'll say:

"You asked for me."

"Your mother said you cried,
et cetera."

He'll hate her
and they'll be unhappy.

But Fanny mustn't talk about Panisse
either.

Why not?

I know what women are like.

Their first quarrel and she'll say:

"I refused a wealthy man for you."

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

It would be the end of him.

I know all about that
from my poor wife.

In twenty years she never let me forget
the cattle dealer who proposed to her.

But there'll never be anyone like her.

You say nothing
and I'll see she never mentions Panisse.

Right.

Drink to it?

Cheers, César.

Do you like the idea
of this marriage?

That's to be seen.

What would you give Fanny?

The cockle business.

With a good assistant,

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

That's not much.

Some people would be glad
to take her with nothing.

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 that's the truth.

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

He's handsome, very handsome.

Don't make me angry.

Surely, that's no reason for him
marrying 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

while I had my fish stall.

What will you give your boy?

Me? He'll help me in the bar
till I retire.

They can live here.

And I'll give him
one thousand five hundred francs a month.

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

Such as?

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

a few crabs and some bream.

Don't drink any more.

It's bad for you.

Is that him?

I'd rather have some crayfish.

Is this for fish soup?

A nice fish soup.

You're back, then?

We'll talk about it in the morning.

Yes, that sort of soup won't keep.

I'm off.

Bye, César. Bye, Marius.

Bye, Honorine.

Hello, my dear.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to talk to you.

Come inside.

Where did you go tonight?

I was playing billiards
at the Brasserie Suisse.

Who with?

With some friends.

I'm sure that's not true.

You were somewhere else.

But that's not important.
I've something serious to say to you.

What?

I've lost my cap.

Behind you.

One of these days you'll marry.

Me?

- Why?
- Why?

It's natural and good for trade.
Surely you don't want to stay a bachelor?

I've given it no thought.

Maybe it's time you did.

Why?

Panisse has asked for Fanny's hand.

I don't see the connection.

Marius, don't take me for an idiot.

What?

Can't you hear me?
Don't take me for an idiot!

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.

He's out to find you.
He's put shoes on.

We just had a little quarrel about…

About what?

I don't even know what.

I know. It was about Fanny.

You wanted to remove a rival.

You idiot, if you want
to remove your rival,

propose to Fanny.

You think she'd accept?

You talked to her mother?

What?

Did you talk to her mother?

What was that? 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.

Only I'm not interested.

Why not?

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

You're lying.

Why?

- You're lying.
- Me, lying?

What's all this?

I said you're lying.

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

Yet you refuse to marry her.

You're very trying, Marius.

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

I'll send you to the loony bin.

If you're not,
trust me and tell the truth.

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

Isn't there?

Yes, you're right.

I guessed as much.

Who is she?

Look…

It embarrasses me to talk about it.

Me 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.

I loved a girl.

And she's in love with me.

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

It might kill her.

Don't exaggerate.

I need time
to accustom her to the idea.

It's as simple as that.

Simple…

Well, let's forget it.

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

It isn't Madame Escartefigue?

No, it isn't.

- You're sure?
- What if it is?

Be careful.

Monsieur Escartefigue is a friend of mine
and a good customer.

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

We won't say anything more about it.

But what shall we do about Fanny?

Leave it.

Give me the takings.

- What if she accepts Panisse?
- She won't accept.

Maybe not.

But if she did.

If she accepts him,
it's just too bad.

Stop that nonsense.
That's no way to talk.

We'll go over it in the morning.

Tomorrow morning?

Sure, tomorrow.

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

I doubt it, the way you're yawning.

Good night.

Dad…

I'm very fond of you, you know.

What was that?

I'm very fond of you.

I'm fond of you too.

What made you say that?

I don't know.

You've been thinking
and worrying about me.

It reminds me that I love you.

Of course.

Good night then.

Good night…

son.

You know…

Sometimes I say
you'll be the death of me.

It isn't true.

The Corsican has come?

The big ship isn't in the harbour yet

but she's coming.

Listen.

Go quickly. I'll close.

When you come back,
knock at the shutter.

Good night, Panisse.

See you tomorrow.
And don't worry about me.

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

Is something wrong?

It's nothing.

I forgot the key to my stall.
I couldn't lock up till I'd fetched it.

Then I saw a light
through the crack, so I knocked.

I'm glad you did.

I wanted to tell you.

I'd followed your advice.

What advice?

I refused Panisse.

Maybe that was a mistake.

You advised 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.

See you tomorrow.

All right.

Since you're turning me out.

I'm not turning you out.

Fanny, don't be angry.

Come in for a moment.

Sit down.

Let's talk about this marriage.

I want to speak to you
like a brother.

But you're not.

- You're like my sister.
- No, I'm not.

What is it, Fanny?

It's you I love and you I want.

Do me a favour 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 can't marry.

Because you've a mistress?

Come out with it.

It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I asked Anna if it was her.

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

I won't rest
till I've found out who it is.

- It isn't anyone.
- Oh yes!

Some girl has her claws into you.

How?

Maybe she's had a child by you.

You've a child? Is that it?

I can't say I have when I haven'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.

Now don't ask any more questions.

Who's with you?

No one. I'm tidying up.

Listen to that!

Can't you sleep?

Go to bed, you idiot.

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

I'll check.

We'll talk again tomorrow.

Tell me your secret.

You might not understand.
You might betray me.

Me?

Betray you?

Marius!

All right. I'll tell you.

- I'm leaving.
- Leaving!

Where for?

Anywhere. Far away.

Is it your father?

No.

What is driving you away?

Nothing.

It's just a longing.

Take me with you.

No, I can't.

- It's the sea.
- So?

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, all 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 night, they left…

I went on the pier,

I looked at that fine three-master

sailing into the sun…

towards the Leeward Islands.

Since then, I've been under a spell.

Was there a woman on the boat?

I knew you wouldn't understand.

Is it the islands then?

The Leeward Islands?
I'd prefer never to go there

but to keep them as I imagined them.

I long for distant places.

It may seem silly.
It's something I can't explain

but that's how it is.

I long for distant places.

And that's why you want to leave me?

Now you know, you'd better go.

If I go now,
I feel I may never see you again.

You'll see me here in the morning.

You're leaving tonight.

If they call me.

Marius, please, don't go.

Go on some other boat, another day.

You don't love me.

I don't love you?

If I didn't,

I'd have gone long ago.

But now I've made up my mind.

Can't you understand why?

When I'm on the pier,
looking at the sky,

I'm already away.

Every ship on the sea tugs at me.

I forget where I am, what I'm doing.

It's as if I were mad.

Remember
when we went on the transporter bridge?

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

When I see a ship leaving.

I'm drawn towards her.

I can't control myself.

I wouldn't make you happy.

You've only one life.

I'd ruin it.

If you leave, my life is finished.

No.

You're so young, you'll forget.

Forget you? Me?

That's impossible, Marius.

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

When you were in the army,

I learned to sew,

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

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

You were always
in my dreams of the future.

I longed to grow up
to become your wife.

Every morning I thought:
"He'll speak today."

I've tried everything
to make you talk.

And now you've said you love me,
you're leaving.

The signal!

I'll love you always, Marius.

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

Let me go. Forget me.

Never, Marius. I'll wait for you.

Don't. I'll leave again.

Don't answer!

I'll drown myself.

The Corsican is back.

He's back?

You're not leaving.

You're not leaving, Marius!

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

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

It's over now, Marius.
I'm keeping you.

Give us a bottle of rum!

You're still up.
We can see your light.

What's all that noise about?

We want some rum.

There's no rum. We're closed.

Are you in bed?

Dad's coming down.

Come in here.

What can he be doing?

He's asleep.

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 ahead.

This hand settles the game.

Is Panisse trumping hearts?

If you'd been concentrating,
you'd know.

Why don't you just
show him your cards?

I never said a thing.

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.

When you're playing,
you mustn't say anything.

I'm only thinking aloud.

Well, don't.

He's right.
There's no 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.

They've lost anyway.

I wouldn't hesitate a second…

if I knew
Panisse was trumping hearts.

There they go, making faces.

We'll each watch one of them.

You'd treat an old school chum
like a cheat?

Have I upset you?

Not at all.
Treat me like a gangster. Go ahead.

You break my heart.

Come now, César.

You break my heart!

You break my heart.

You break my heart!

Aren't we playing any longer?
He broke my heart. What about you?

I see. Good… hearts.

Do you take me for a fool?

You gave him to understand
I was trumping hearts.

I don't play with cheats.

I'm out!

Nobody takes Panisse for a ride.

Breaking your heart indeed!

He's not best pleased.

He's really cross.

He shouldn't be.

And you shouldn't have cheated.

If friends can't cheat,
why bother to play?

It was a clever ruse.

He has such a temper,
he's impossible.

Let's have a last hand.

Loser pays for the drinks.

It's a deal.

Good night, César.

Off to bed already?

No, I'm taking mother to the station.

That's a very nice thing to do.

See she catches her train.

She will.

- Good evening, messieurs.
- Bye, Fanny.

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

He's off to see his old mistress.

The cad!

He'll spend the night there.

How do you know?

In a minute he'll come out and say,
"Goodnight, dad."

I'll say, "Going out?"

and he'll say, "Yes, to the cinema."

He goes out,
climbs back through the window

and locks his door on the inside.

What for?

I wake him in the morning.

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

That's smart!

He's not stupid, my son,
but then neither am I.

I've never said
that I've looked through his window.

It's all good fun.

Off out?

Just to the cinema.

Need any money?

I've enough.

Come here.

Doesn't he look smart?

Smarter than both of you.

I didn't really mean it.

Even a bow tie.

Don't be back late.

- Midnight or one.
- No later than one.

Be good.

Be good!

He'll be off round the back now.

Say, César…

Who is Marius's mistress?

I've never tried to find out.

It's difficult.
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?

Besides, everyone knows
the navy is full of cuckolds.

What was that?

The navy is full of cuckolds.

I called forty!

Feeling cold?
You need your jacket on?

What did you do?

Was it what I said about the navy?
Forgive me, old chap.

Are you speaking to the sailor
or the cuckold?

Both.

It's no laughing matter.

There's no need to be so angry.

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

After all, everyone knows.

Monsieur Brun didn't.

It was he who told me.

Besides, it's common knowledge.

It's none of your business

and I forbid you
to insult the French navy.

After what you said,
I can play no longer.

That's the end of it.

I'll expect your apology
in the morning.

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

No, I demand an apology

that reflects
the gravity of your remarks.

Come on, Félix, don't be stupid.

I'd no intention of insulting the navy.

I admire the French navy.

Maybe you do admire the French navy
but the navy says go to hell.

What on earth did he mean?

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

- Me?
- Yes, you.

They've left you
to pay for the drinks.

You mean they left us to pay?

Us?

Yes, we were partners.

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

We've never played écarté together,
have we?

Sit down, Monsieur Brun.

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

Wasn't that silly?

It was totally inexplicable.

You won't think about it any more,
will you?

Not as I did before.

The spell is broken for ever.

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

I'll talk to dad in the morning

and your mother after that.

Shall I tell you my idea
for where we'll live?

Idea?

I've already imagined everything.

Go on then. Tell me.

We'll take over your father's room.

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

- Why not?
- Why?

Think a bit.

That's where mother died.

Since she died,
nothing has been moved.

All right then, we'll use yours.
I'll arrange it very nicely.

I'll have it papered in blue,
it goes well with my hair.

Then there's the furniture.

Between the windows,

I'll put Aunt Zoé's chest of drawers.

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

On the other side…

It's a ship sounding its horn

so it doesn't have a collision.

It must be a large ship.

What are we going to put
opposite the chest of drawers?

Our bed.

Monsieur Brun.

I'm putting down a king.

Doff your hat.

Another?

I do it all the time.

That could seem odd.

Not odd but difficult.

You admit you're cheating?

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

Then I may as well pay at once.

As you like.
What does it come to?

That will be twenty-four francs.

That hat suits you.

Here.

And here's two francs
for the waiter.

I'll give it to him later.

Goodbye, Monsieur Brun.

See you tomorrow.

Enjoy your meal.

Don't tell anyone
Escartefigue is a cuckold!

Goodbye, Monsieur Brun.
See you tomorrow.

He's not here.

Where there's Fanny, there's Marius.

Sorry to disturb you.

Marius, I must talk to you.

Go on.
Marius hasn't any secrets from me.

Listen, Marius, I wanted to say…

Say it in front of me, or go.

All right. I'm sorry, I'm sure.

I'll wait for you in front of your bar.

Have a nice evening, lovers.

That's a nuisance.

He'll know
I haven't gone home to sleep.

You can say he missed you.

He's bound to tell anyone.

I'd better get rid of him at once.

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

Hurry up. I'll wait.

Hurry up.

The mate of The Malaisie
wants to see you.

All the time I've been here,
you've said you wanted to go.

I've had to send a man who's hurt
to hospital.

I gave the Captain your papers

and now you want to back out.

You should have said sooner.

I can't go.

I'll never trust a Marseillais again.

I need more courage to stay than go.

I'll say - shifting bottles!

I bet it's on account of a girl.

Is it that cockle girl?

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

Are you that badly smitten?

I have to stay.

Why?

I owe it to her.

Plenty of men wouldn't give a damn.

It's up to you

but you'll live to regret it.

Never more than now.

He's desperate to go.

I'd do anything to go.

I'm desperate to go

but we can't always do what we want.

It's no use insisting.

Then I'll offer the job to Chevalier.

I'll come to the bar tomorrow
at eleven to say goodbye.

That lad is going to cry
every night.

Where's Chevalier?

Wait. Don't look for him.

You said he'd cry every night.

Do you really think he will?

Look, mademoiselle.

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

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

Be quiet.

Could you wait till tomorrow morning
to replace him?

Why?

Maybe he'll go.

Whatever you do,
he'll refuse to go now.

Come to the bar tomorrow at ten.

But don't say you've seen me.

Go, quick!

Fanny!

Where were you?

I was coming to meet you.

Come on. Hold me tight.

What did Piquoiseau want?

Piquoiseau?

He just wanted some money.
I gave him some.

Good.

Promise you'll never love
another woman.

You know I won't.

Another woman, never.

You say you pity her.

Since last night,
you've had plenty of time for that.

It's nine o'clock.
Time you had pity on your father.

What the…?

What's all this?

Here, look at that.

You recognize that belt?

Marius had an accident?

He deserves to, the bastard.

Though anyone else
would have been worse.

They must marry at once.

Sit down. What's wrong?

I went to Aix as I do every Wednesday.

Every Wednesday?

To see my sister.

I didn't take the train back

because Monsieur Amourdedieu
gave me a lift.

When I arrived home,

what did I find?

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

Who'd have thought it?

Though a belt means nothing.

It made my blood run cold.

I ran to Fanny's room
and opened the door.

Holy Virgin, what have I done?

My goodness.

What did they say?

I was so ashamed,

I left without a sound.

Marius, that's going a bit far.

What have you done, my son?

He's a real rascal.

She's only eighteen.
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 organize something.

Don't cry.

It'd be worse if she'd broken a leg.

Who'd ever have thought it?

She seemed so innocent, such a child.

Let's hope there's none 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.

- What will you have?
- Just a mandarin and lemon.

It's a nuisance
but life isn't all laughs.

Things will turn out all right.

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

Let's have a drink

and examine the situation.

It's quite simple.

I'm going to tear Fanny apart.

You wouldn't do that.

Just you see.

Leave me alone, César.
I'll kill her.

Come, Honorine.
Sit down. Calm yourself.

Do you want the whole town to know?

Think about yourself.

Not now.

What if your mother had killed you

when you were Curly's fiancée?

That was different.

He was living
just across the passage.

And I went across to him.

Your Marius…

I never told Fanny about that.

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

Damn your Marius.

How dare he come to my own house?

He raped my daughter.

She can't have screamed very loud.

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

Children, eh?

Children are so nice when they're tiny.

But what can you expect?
Youth doesn't last long.

I know, but all the same…

My poor Honorine.

Youth…

goes all too fast
and it never comes back.

That will be Marius climbing back in.

I won't see him. I'd strangle him.

I must go.

Go into the kitchen.
And stop crying.

Stop crying.

You trust me, don't you?

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

You can dry your eyes on the dishcloth.
It's clean.

He'll have to stop showing pity now.

I'll give him time
to rehearse his little charade.

Honorine, my beauty!

You're late.

I did the housework before coming.

You must have done it very thoroughly.

Meanwhile, your stall isn't open.

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

You may well cry
after what you've done.

I was home at seven.
Do you follow me?

Forgive me.

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

You, my own daughter!

Couldn't you have married first?
None of us was against it.

You behaved like Zoé.

You might have waited till it was legal.

He wanted to see you asleep?

He must marry you.
I want a proposal by midday.

Tell your Marius to hurry up or else!

I've never touched a gun in my life
but I'll soon learn.

I'll see him…

No, please, I beg you!

No. You don't understand.

If he refuses, don't come home.
You'll no longer be my daughter.

I'll lock myself in and die weeping.

Mother, please don't cry.

Look at that thief.

What are you after?

The fishmonger.

What do you want?

The Hotel Universal placed an order.

That's right.
The fish are still in the tank.

I'll be over.

I won't kiss you until you're engaged.

No, Fanny.

Good morning.

Just woken up?

What's the time?

It's gone nine.

Gone nine?

Gosh! Last night I read in bed.

It was dawn before I fell asleep.

You shouldn't read so late in bed.

It's bad for your health.

You don't look too good.

Really?

Those books you read
must be very tiring.

If I didn't know better,

I'd wonder where you'd been.

Did you call me around seven?

Just before seven.

I called you
but you went on sleeping.

We heard your snores in here.

That's impossible.

Why?

I never snore.

You even made the customers laugh.

Your door was locked,
so that was that.

Yes, I must have locked it
without thinking.

Without thinking.

Pour your coffee.
Breakfast is ready.

Your trousers are slipping down.

You think so?

Looks that way.

Maybe I've lost weight.

You read too much.

Go on 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.

It's easy.

What a boy.

You've a good appetite.

Not bad.

Reading makes you hungry.

What a boy.

Say…

Your old mistress…

You know,

the woman you pitied so much.

The one who might kill herself.

Are you still seeing her?

Of course.

- You're still seeing her?
- What if I am?

You're truly amazing.

Why?

What a boy.

Did you tell her you're marrying?

Not yet but all the same,

I've given her to understand
that some day…

You explain badly
but I see the picture.

You may be being kind
to that girl,

but it's hardly fair on Fanny.

- Why isn't it fair?
- Why?

You're keeping her dangling.

You've decided to marry her?

Yes, I have.

Then why don't you
talk to us parents?

- She keeps postponing the date.
- Why?

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

That's odd.

Yes, it is.

Could she prefer Panisse?

She couldn't care less
about that old man.

- Then why do it?
- That's your fault.

Yes, it's all your fault.

You don't understand women yet.

Let me explain them to you.

Women are proud and easily hurt.

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

They've a sixth sense.

Fanny sees you're in no hurry

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

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

she'd be there like a shot.

Maybe.

I know I'm right.

I'm right, I tell you.

When you see Fanny,
have a serious talk with her.

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 good-looking,
a bit of a flirt

but she meant no harm.

She worked at the match factory.

I can still see her passing the bar.

So cute under her large straw hat.

She had a way with her.

Men looked at her.

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

Then she fell for a Spanish sailor.

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

So they anticipated events.

And then one day he left.

He deserted her?

He deserted her.

Then Zoé…

It was terrible.

The poor kid.

Poor thing.

When a man deceives a woman

she feels a great revulsion.

Unable to love,
she takes to the streets.

And, once on the game,
she has nothing to lose.

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

Why tell me that?

So you don't amuse yourself
with Fanny.

Understood?

Understood.

I'm sure she's a virgin,
I've seen nothing, I know nothing.

But if you've been
exchanging glances

and caresses…

You must marry as soon as possible.

Understand?

I'll talk to her.

Talk to her.

Be very insistent.

Understand?

Because if you want my opinion…

that sailor of Zoé's wasn't a man.

Are you coming?

No.

I told you last night.

- You've a replacement?
- No.

I thought you might change your mind.

You shouldn't have come here.

Especially to say that.

I'm not coming.

I can't.

You're staying here?

All right.

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

I won't change my mind.

You're making a mistake,
a big mistake.

Why did you tell me he'd go?

Now I'm short of a man.

He'll be coming.

Yes, it looks like it!

Women…

We must speak to your mother
at once.

Why the hurry?

If you love me, don't lose a moment.

Call your mother.

Do you really want
to marry me so much?

Marriage is a serious business.

It ties you down 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've a place on the crew.

They just told me.

My bag is packed.

I've only to cross the quay.

But, as you see, I'm staying.

Here, with you.

For how long?

For ever, if you help me.

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 asked for nothing.

It was I who came to you.

The fault is entirely mine.

Go, Marius. Follow your desires.

They don't include me.

Fanny, don't tempt me.

Just cross the quay.

Take me in your arms,
cover my eyes.

Hold me tight.

You don't have to suffer.
You've still time.

What would you do if I left?

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

You've thought about it?

What do you mean?

Panisse?

You'll marry Panisse?

Anyone. What does it matter?

You've spoken to him?

Have you?

When?

Several times.

It was a lie
that you'd rejected him?

I'm not doing it for myself.

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 love.

So, while I've been struggling
with my conscience,

and suffering in silence…

this was being arranged.

- Where are you going?
- Let me go!

You're leaving?

Each to his own.

Marry Panisse's money.
I'm marrying the sea.

You're staying after all?

I can't pass.

My father is standing out there.

Farewell, Marius.

Climb out of the window,

as if you were going
to meet your love.

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

Don't say anything. Just go.

If he'd loved me as I love him,
he'd 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 do you want?

I don't like to see what's going on.
You should watch out.

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

Come here, sweetheart.

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?

I'm glad to hear that.

Good girl, Fanny.

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

Months?

For the last eleven…
no, more like fourteen 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.

With wide eyes, you said, "Yes."

And now it's happening.
I'm so glad.

Let's take a stroll on the quay.

- But the customers…
- Let them wait.

- I'd prefer to stay here.
- Why?

We've things to talk about.

- Where we'll live.
- Live?

We'll need a room.

You'll live here with me.

You don't think I want to live alone?

You know…

I bully Marius from time to time…

but he's my son after all.

I love him.

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

I've an idea for your lodgings.

Have you seen my room?

- I don't think so.
- You haven't?

Then I'll show it to you.

I've got an idea.

You'll be fine here.

This window…

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

to be woken by the sun.

In summer, it reaches the bed.

And in winter,
it climbs up to the clock.

What do you think of this room?

It's larger than Marius'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 shall be yours.

Yes, there's certainly more space.

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

Bon voyage!

That's The Malaisie leaving.

God protect all who sail in her.

You see that door?

It leads to a small box room.

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

we'll find a tiny bed.

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

Marius, bring some rum.
Fanny has fainted.

Marius, wherever have you gone?