Mister Taxi (Monsieur Taxi)

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THE TAXI DRIVER

- How much do we have to pay? - 700.

- Please, keep the change. - Thank you.

- How much is it to go to... Please. - Sorry, but I'm going to Belleville.

You are still free.

Go eat, I've done enough for today.

- The street is not a market. - Nor a race track.

- You mind your salads. - And you mind your dog.

Are we going again?

- How is the knitting going? - It will be a sweater for him.

I saw the same one in the magazine.

- It will suit him. - He has short arms.

I had a flat tire. What a job.

- I wish I had a car. - And I a bicycle.

All good?

How is he?

He hammers nails painlessly.

You're giving him a bad example.

Gangster, come along.

Stop, father is coming.

- What a morning. - Not earned much?

I had two flat tires. I need to buy a new one.

Get lost! Hello sunshine.

Besides Gangster argued with a client's poodle.

You are impossible.

- Is Georges not back yet? - He will be here soon.

He had to stay at the editorial office.

He considers himself a journalist when he...

writes about accidents in a paper nobody reads.

He should become a typographer.

He has been acting strange for a while.

- He comes home late. - He is working.

And he doesn't eat anything. Maybe he is sick?

Delicious sausages.

Chicken legs.

When I eat at home my father thinks I have no appetite.

What happened?

What's wrong? Thanks, a fish bone.

- Better? - It's over.

You couldn't do it alone.

You tapped me on the back. What would I have done without you?

If I hadn't hit you with a motorcycle we wouldn't have met.

And we wouldn't have fallen in love.

- An accident can happen. - Are you joking?

- It was a shock. - You could have acted differently.

You charmed me with your gaze.

I speak like a father. It's family.

- He is already at home. - Don't raise the blinds.

- Aren't you 15? - I don't want to surprise him.

You'd better tell him calmly.

You don't know how well he can sing.

Why is he biased against female dancers?

One of his sisters danced and ended up on the street.

He puts all artists in one bag.

Your father has strange rules.

He is a bit strict.

For him marriage is sacred.

But deep down he is a good man.

But how do I announce you to him?

- He just needs to get to know you. - It will be difficult.

I think I know how.

After lunch you do it like this.

Georges exaggerates.

Maybe he is in love?

He would tell me.

Unless he is planning a wedding with a dubious person.

Hello, Jacqueline.

Good morning Mrs Berger. Mr Berger.

Your fiancé is a strange one.

François, are you crazy?

I love flowers.

That is why I work for my uncle who has a flower shop.

Before I return them to the customer, I wanted to do Jacqueline a favor.

- Great idea, right? - Yes.

You're going to make an impression.

I am shy.

People look at me when I deliver flowers.

Sit down and eat something with us.

It's good, but I've already eaten.

Is my daughter going to marry a liar?

Put the flowers there and sit down.

Progress in painting?

I take watercolor painting courses.

That is not very profitable.

- Are you painting him? - Flowers.

- You have no imagination. - I mainly work on still lifes.

And is that enough to live on?

I love flowers.

But you cannot live well from their beauty.

He will surely be successful.

He is smart.

I am now painting pink hydrangeas.

What do you paint when you see these hydrangeas?

- Hydrangeas. - You said he was smart.

It's getting better.

Future son-in-law paints hydrangeas

and the son writes for a small newspaper.

Luckily your sister is married to a police officer.

No panic. They are nice.

Too nice, and that scares me.

What is Georges doing?

- You cook great. - Really?

For someone who doesn’t know the kitchen.

- What does that mean? - That you put salt in your fruit salad.

Can’t it go wrong? You have your standards.

Be nicer. We’re not married yet.

It’s in one month.

Actually it is salty.

What a life.

Do you know the plan with my father now?

I’ll get into the taxi and talk to him.

He will start himself. Play a role like every woman.

- Should I lie? - You are a woman.

I’ll try. But I can’t guarantee anything.

I will not lie.

I told my aunt you are a colleague from work.

I can’t dance.

You’re improving well. I arranged everything.

The aunt might still bring a surprise. You never know.

Be brave.

- Fruit? - No, thanks.

- What day is it today? - Monday.

I have to go home.

So it is decided: closed shutters - no aunt.

You are free - you water the geranium at the window.

I understand. You roll up the shutters, and I water the geranium.

Our own language.

I moved up a call from the newspaper editorial office.

Today is Leon’s wedding anniversary.

- Leon? - A police officer.

The husband of mom’s sister.

That’s why I need a good excuse.

- Remember well what you tell father. - Of course.

But you forgot something.

Two steps forward, two steps back, and a turn.

Are you back already? He is a work colleague.

- A dancer. - Exactly.

My respect. We were practicing a new choreography.

I like dancing. Show something, please.

It’s already quarter to two. I’m late for the shows.

Of course.

Quarter to two.

I still have to take the flowers. Goodbye.

I’ll come with you. I have to give this to the seamstress.

It was good.

My advice: don’t wait for the metro.

Come on, François.

Gangster!

I have to go too.

I still have a lot to do.

I still have to fix the car.

- We’ll manage. - We’ll get by somehow.

She doesn’t have time to come eat.

I don’t want him to work like that.

God will set things right.

He doesn’t like taxi drivers.

- See you tonight. - Come back earlier.

Leon and Louise are celebrating their wedding anniversary.

Really. I’ll try.

And Georges didn’t come back.

You can be moved seeing you with those flowers.

- What about you? - She is close too.

Are you leaving already? I was late.

You’ve got guts. Yes, I’m going.

The editorial director gave me extra work.

So you use perfume for her?

I don’t have time. See you at the bistro.

- Fine. - Then you will trust me.

You will tell me everything.

I need to know if this is serious.

Come on, Gangster.

- Are you free? - Where are we going?

To Hill Square.

I lived there when I was a child.

- To the club. - Good.

- Nice. - You like animals.

- Especially dogs. - It shows.

It’s not just anyone.

My buddy.

I forget it’s a dog, I talk to him all day.

I’m talkative.

God gave us a voice.

When he is angry, he barks at police officers.

Those bark at me differently.

Are you an artist?

- I make a living this way. - What do you do?

I sing, I dance. I love my profession.

Do you call that a profession?

I assure you it’s enough to live on.

It’s not easy to have to sing at the top of your lungs every day.

It’s hard work.

Your mother will be proud of such a talented daughter.

I also have a daughter, an angel.

- Boys are the problem. - Do you have a son?

Yes.

He confides things to me that are dear to him.

But he has been carrying a secret for three months.

- It’s something serious. - Why?

- He doesn’t eat. - It means nothing.