Angel-A Page #5

getting contracts on my head.

I'd rather die than not paying my debts.

You're exaggerating, aren't you?

I swear it!

Yesterday morning, I...

I almost killed myself.

I... I went on a bridge.

I stepped over the railing.

And I...

I almost jumped.

Don't fool around with that, Andre...

You've got a girl, now.

She needs you, to build something...

Don't give up on her.

No, I won't give her up.

You can trust me.

Hey! Let me give you a tip,

to get you started again.

I've got a horse running

in Miami, in 20 minutes.

The name's Brutus.

His odds are 30 to 1.

I got a guy over there,

who added bromide in the

three favourite's grub.

They're gonna drag

themselves like donkeys.

My horse, on the other hand,

is loaded with amphetamines.

He's going to kick their asses.

But what if they block the winnings

and have a drug test?

They're all on my payroll...

Brutus, number 7 in the

third race. 30 to 1.

Can you smell the cash?

I can.

But be careful...

It's just for you, Andy boy.

No problem.

Don't you cause the odds to drop

right before it starts...

No no no! I swear, Pedro.

Trust me.

Well... Consider it my gift.

Now that you're back in business.

Thank you. Thank you, Pedro.

Really...

Brutus, number 7 in the third race.

Have a blast, Andy boy!

Thank you.

Diego!

All drinks from my friend Andre

and his partner are on me.

Senorita...

Did you see that? Wow! Like I said...

When you're next to

me, they are impressed.

Pepito gobbled it all!

Okay. What are we doing now?

Now, we're off to make

shitloads of cash!

Miami in the third race.

Everything on number 7. Brutus!

I have a feeling you're

going to lose my money.

Trust me.

I'm going to repay you three

times the price, honey.

Haha! Thanks!

Come. I'm going to show you.

Miami?

Yes.

Hehe!

Go, my horse!

Go! Go! Go! Yes!

He's first!

He's first! Hell yeah!

He was right...

He's first!

Go, my horse!

Yeah!

Yeah! He's first!

Do you realize?

The Spaniard was right!

Keep up with the race!

Keep it up! Yeah!

Yeah yeah yeah!

That's no big deal.

He's slowing down, it's normal.

He's breathing before returning...

Go, my horse, go!

What's going on?

It's an American technique.

He's breathing... breathing.

And then he's going to run for it!

He's gonna run for it.

Like lightning. I'm sure.

Give it all!

Come back!

Go for it!

Go!

Why is he slowing down?

He's slowing down too much...

Why is he walking?

They... they told us number 7.

The Spaniard told me to

bet everything on number 7.

I bet everything on number 7.

Number 1 won.

I've lost it all.

With that kind of name,

you should have been careful.

How so?

Well. Brutus. Caesar's son.

The one who murdered him,

stabbed in the back.

Why didn't you tell me before?

You should have paid

attention in school.

Of course.

Why do you keep smoking?

Can you tell me?

Because where I live,

we are not allowed to smoke.

Even secretly...

So I'm catching up with it.

It's cancer that's gonna

catch up with you...

You won't see it coming. Give me that!

Hmm... okay.

Are we going for breakfast?

Not a chance...

I don't have any cash left.

No problem. I kept one bill

For cases when business is bad.

Give me that!

This neighbourhood is not very safe.

Thank you.

'A gift now that you're

back in business'

What a f***ing joke...

I'm so surprised...

Hmm... me too.

There are no croissants

either, where you live?

Uh uh.

Did Didier ever make

you a gift, before?

Of course not.

So, why did you decide that

he could make you one this time?

I don't know.

I bought it.

Because he flattered you.

Yeah, okay. He flattered

me and I fell for it.

Satisfied?

Since you don't have much self esteem,

whenever you are flattered, you dive.

I dive?

Hmm hmm.

You were glad when I

dived for you, last time.

You seemed less satisfied with yourself...

Why do you keep busting my

balls, since yesterday?

With your lousy moral...

Who are you anyway?

How come you fell in my life?

I didn't fall in your life.

I fell from the sky.

No, you fell from a bridge.

I was there, remember?

I was there too, smartypants.

I'm talking about before...

Before, I fell from the sky.

What do you mean 'fell from the sky'?

From a plane?

No, from the sky.

Up There.

That's where I live.

I'm an angel.

If you prefer.

An angel?

Yes. A real one. Coming from the sky.

With great white wings and all that...

Uh yeah?

And where are your great

white wings and all that?

You don't expect me

to unfold them here,

in the middle of the cafe.

A chainsmoking angel?

What do you care, if I smoke?

I'm immortal.

Okay then.

You're an angel.

I'm open-minded.

You're an angel. Allright?

Fine. Start with this assumption.

It can not hurt.

Agreed. So...

How are things going

up there? What's up?

Nothing special.

Business as usual.

But tell me! I'd like to understand

how things happen over there.

You don't believe me, do you?

Angela...

Admit that a beautiful, 6 feet tall, blonde girl,

smoking like a factory, is not

the usual picture of an angel.

And you don't even want

to show me your wings.

How am I supposed to believe you?

You're annoying...

I told you I can't unfold them.

First, they're too large.

And second...

I only unfold them when I'm leaving.

When my mission is complete.

But you're so stupid

the mission is far from complete.

You're so slow at

figuring things out...

I'm not going home anytime soon.

What mission?

I have come to help you.

For now, you've only

made things worse.

You're the one making things worse!

Lying all the time, to everybody!

Especially to yourself...

Not even small lies here and there.

You're lying to yourself

at a very deep level.

And you're afraid.

Of yourself, of

everything, all the time.

You're airtight...

like an oyster who'd

be afraid of the sea.

An oyster?

You came down from the sky

to tell me I'm like an oyster?

Yes. I came to help you understand

what's going on in here.

To help you figure out who you are.

So that you accept it.

That's all?

It's good enough.

And how's that different

from a psychoanalyst?

I won't cost you 100 Euros.

Okay.

Let's say you're an angel.

How does it go? You're on your cloud,

and they call you for an assignment?

Quite simplitic,

but that's the idea, yes...

And so they call?

'Angela! Can you please

handle case number 12,737? '

No, you don't get to

choose your mission.

It's imposed on you.

Actually that's a good thing...

Because if each angel got

to choose his assignment,

the planning department would never manage it.

Ah yes... the planning department.

Planning is important. Right...

And after that?

Well... after you got your mission,

you go to the dressing room.

It's my favourite part.

And what outfit did you choose?

B*tch!

B*tch fits you really well.

Gee, thanks!

I've already tried all the other styles.

I figured it'd be fun to

try something more weird.

You've been doing that job for long?

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