4.9 g de cyanure, l'affaire de la Josacine Page #2

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I decide.

I won't die in a cage.

Do you want to be a cashier forever?

If only I knew what you dream of.

I dream of a life together.

A proper life.

I love you.

Don't pressure me.

There, all clean.

I ironed them all.

Put them on the bed.

This was among them.

You should get rid of it.

Did you have that at the Russian roulette,

when you fell for Mom?

What do you think?

I don't leave things to chance.

Even so, you cleaned out

all the rich people.

Only a complete idiot robs the poor.

I bought you some sweaters

and a few things for the winter

and some food.

How's it going?

You bug me, but I'm getting by.

Have you looked for a job?

Nobody wants an ex-con.

Got a beer for me?

Are you here for Christmas?

Yes, of course.

Good idea, Christmas Eve together.

In jail, it's so dreary.

Listen...

I have something else in mind.

Take Achille during the holidays.

Is the bench a bed?

Not a big one.

It's fine for me.

- I have only one duvet.

- I'll bring mine with me.

This is your chance

to prove yourself.

I finally got time for myself...

Don't blow your chance.

Otherwise, the deal is off.

I didn't say no.

It would be more fun with me

than with that loser.

Come on, we're leaving.

You'll wear it one day.

Have you given him

the divorce papers?

Didn't dare to.

You're exaggerating.

He's not a monster.

Just say it if you don't want me

to move in with you.

He has to prove himself with Achille.

Do you really believe he'll turn

into an ideal father overnight?

His son knows him better than himself.

Want me to tell you the truth?

You still love the bastard.

I'm at my wits' end with Achille.

What can I do?

He loves his dad.

I don't care about the boy.

I want you.

He has his own room now.

Time for bed?

Yes, she still loves him!

And he's not a bastard, a**hole!

Stay here, I'll go.

Achille, that's enough!

Come here right now!

Piss off! I'll never sleep

in the same house as you!

Fred, come here!

Don't you get involved!

Come home!

Guys, there's a pedophile in the yard!

I'm waiting for my son.

Which class is he in?

Which year?

No idea.

Don't hassle me.

I didn't do anything, damn it.

Stop! He's my father!

Come down!

They don't believe me!

I'm coming!

F*** the police!

This is my father.

Got nothing better to do

than hassling good family men?

What a great job

the Swiss police is doing.

What are you doing?

It gets dirtier faster with two.

We'll do that tomorrow.

I'll help.

Nobody tells me what to do.

Even on the outside,

I'm still in jail.

It's as if I'd been in a coffin

for 14 years.

I can't do anything.

I don't have any instructions

for freedom.

You have to put a coin in it.

- What kind of scam is this?

- You get it back after.

Who would steal a shopping cart?

It's not worth anything.

It was easier in the past.

Excuse me.

Hey, everyone has to wait in line.

My wife is at the checkout.

I got privileges.

How are you gonna pay?

Put it on the tab.

Achille, put them back on the shelves.

That's no way to treat customers.

Where's the manager?

Oh? You want to see him?

We have a problem at Checkout 2.

A customer doesn't want to pay.

Stop it, Mom.

You're embarrassing me.

Is there a problem?

My wife refuses to write up a tab.

All the crap she's put up with here...

It doesn't work like that anymore.

Nowadays,

you have to pay on the spot.

Fine, then it'll be for each time

you shagged my wife.

Or shall we sort it out outside?

No, please don't.

That's not enough.

Take something out.

- I'll do it, Dad.

- Calm down.

You're not in jail anymore!

Learn to live like everyone else.

- Calm down.

Aren't you gonna turn on the stove?

Watch and learn.

So you'll be able to look after yourself

if you end up in jail.

A source of heat is necessary

to heat up the grub.

Like this.

That's ace!

Next time, I'll show you the yo-yo.

I know a thousand things like that.

I can't teach you anything else.

My friends are gonna be so jealous

when I show them that.

The sea in your bathtub.

Where is it?

- I don't know.

Wait.

- Did my cell ring?

- No, no, no.

Nothing rang.

Don't move...

You see? Nothing. Nobody called.

Give it to me! Give!

Well done.

You spoiled our evening.

You have no new messages.

I've had enough.

For the past three months,

you've been unbearable.

Where are you going?

Eat up. I don't have a freezer.

Dad?

What is it?

Well...

One thing you need to know in life:

either you say it or shut up.

Why did you say I wasn't your son?

Only the mother

really knows for sure.

- But Mom has no doubt.

- Beware.

Trust the Devil

before you trust a woman.

On top of that,

we don't look alike.

But if someone else was my father,

why give me one who was in jail?

It was shitty, all those years.

I didn't want kids.

But you were happy

when I held your finger tight?

Did your mother

tell you this rubbish?

The truth is, I was so furious,

they put me in isolation for three days.

You're not going to start blubbering?

Swear you'll never leave?

Enough of all this girlie stuff.

Promise we'll always be together,

and I'll help you win Mom back.

Seriously?

I give you my word of honour.

And I'll look for a job.

I don't like being broke.

Enough sentimentality.

Bedtime.

I love you so much, Dad.

There, like that. Okay?

You line up the little red thing

between the two grooves.

When you're ready.

Again.

What happened?

- Sh*t!

- F***, f***, f***!

What's the matter? Let me see.

Come on. Come on.

F***, f***!

- It stings!

- You'll be fine, don't worry.

So stupid! She'll kill me!

You broke the deal.

Don't come near him again.

And I never want to see you again.

No, Achille.

Achille, don't do that!

You gotta be kidding...

Penelope!

Penelope, he took the toilet paper!

Are you crazy?

He'll never make it without our help.

Now you see what friends

are good for?

Yeah, so cool!

You got a knack for junk.

- Nice glasses.

- It's almost healed.

It was hardly anything.

She's exaggerating

with this damn deal.

She mentioned the divorce again?

She doesn't dare

to give you the papers.

What are you going to do now?

The other guy is about to move in.

No idea.

Think of something.

You promised to look after her.

With her, you need a subtle approach.

I know her better than you do.

Don't worry,

I'll take care of it.

I'm going back to the junkyard.

We'll stay in touch, son.

What would you really go for?

A sweet love letter.

Yeah!

That's good.

So...

- Give it to me. She knows your writing.

My darling...

No, that's not Dad's style.

More like...

My beauty, my princess...

My darling, my beauty...

my princess.

I constantly think about you.

- And about our son.

I know I made mistakes,

but now I changed my ways.

You're going too fast.

Changed my ways...

I've found an interesting job

at the junkyard

and earn enough to take care

of my little family...

Gotta make up for lost time.

Love of my life.

Awesome.

Every day I spend without you

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