4.9 g de cyanure, l'affaire de la Josacine Page #4

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you'll be in your grave.

Perfect.

But you'll do me one last favour.

Get some cyanide

from the junkyard boss

and give half of it to a big dog.

If it dies, bring me the rest.

Don't forget.

Stay!

Stay! Stay!

Come in.

Stay!

I don't wanna be responsible

for the death of a buddy.

Why aren't you in jail?

Because your dad

never rats on anyone.

- I'm not like my father.

- Don't try to blackmail me, kiddo.

Forget it. That's his problem.

He's got the blues,

it happens.

I'll send him money.

- You got a bogus setup here.

Are you threatening me?

I'm gonna testify in court soon.

I'll say whatever I want.

Or else you give me what he wants.

Alright, let's see what I can do.

It's his decision after all.

Come, Achille.

Come with me.

Stretch your arms out.

Those cookies look good.

What kind are they?

- Almond cookies.

- Go ahead.

I don't get it.

You baked cookies?

Not bad.

What kind are they?

Cyanide cookies.

You're a real joker.

Very tasty.

Your mother didn't skimp.

I made them.

What did you tell your mother?

Nothing. This is just between us.

Sh*t!

Then she would've come.

She would've yelled at me,

I would've yelled back.

Lost your voice?

Why do you think

I wanted cyanide?

Too bad you didn't go see the boss.

You don't really know me, do you?

You wouldn't have the guts to do it.

You little brat.

I'm starting to like you.

Enough with the bullshit.

Tell your mother to visit me

or I'll do myself in.

Mom knows about the cyanide.

She couldn't care less

about your threat.

She says you can drop dead,

then we'd finally be rid of you.

Alright.

Which one is it?

Come on, tell me.

Without you two,

my life is pointless.

I loved you too late.

Farewell, my son.

Don't follow in my footsteps.

Two more minutes.

Leave now.

I have to do it here,

before I'm frisked.

Please.

In any case...

we'll always be together.

Quickly! Quickly! It's cyanide!

It's cyanide!

- I need help at the visiting room.

- On its way.

It's all my fault.

Tell him that, understand?

Yes, Joe, you got me pregnant again.

I hate you! Forever!

Don't worry.

We'll never get rid of him.

Give me the letter.

''Dearest Mom,

''I wanted to kill him,

but I love him too much.

''I can't live without him.

''It's not your fault, Mom.

Don't cry. Without us,

you'll be much happier.''

Is that all?

''I hope your next child

causes you less trouble than I have.

Give Fangio to Mathilde.

And tell her that...''

Never mind.

''Take good care of the baby.

Your son,

who loves you infinitely.''

You didn't read everything.

I'm dead tired. I need to sleep.

Are you crazy? They'll catch us.

It belongs to my father's partner.

They're on holiday.

Go ahead. Over there.

I'll turn it on.

It costs 88 francs for two.

Can't you borrow it

from your father?

He doesn't want me

to go to Geneva with you.

Your father is a criminal.

- How can we do it then?

- I'll steal it.

He hides cash behind the paintings.

There are so many,

I'm sure he forgot where it is.

You shouldn't steal

from your own family.

- I'll get changed.

- I don't have a bathing suit.

It doesn't matter.

I'm naked. You're naked.

What got into you?

Needed to get something off my mind.

Sure, I know what you mean.

- I sent you mail!

- I got it!

I can't hear you!

I love you, darling!

Who are you looking for?!

You there, small tits, with the boy!

The small tits say, ''Piss off!''

I'm looking for Joe!

I'm his son!

Joe, you're wanted!

Here I am!

How's it going, son?!

- Fantastic!

Penelope's fine too!

And the baby?!

One more month, Dad!

What?!

One month!!!

Me too!

Your father is great.

Beautiful!

What is it?!

The free man!!!

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