Attila Marcel Page #3

Life wasn't a barrel of laughs

at home.

Dad cheated on Mum

and she drank to forget.

I was older, I'd known the good times.

When they still loved each other.

He never saw them kissing,

fondling each other,

laughing like kids.

He only got the sh*t.

So he never learned to smile.

I tried to cheer him up

with my clowning around.

That's how I got so stupid.

And then, one day,

I got sick of it, I left.

I travelled.

All the way to India.

That's where I met Buddha.

He's not a sad one, old Buddha.

He never stopped people f***ing!

Right...

Shall we go?

Come on.

My guy, he's a real man

He's strong, tough as nails

I see death, I know I can

In his gaze that never pales

Attila Marcel sounded familiar.

Then it came back to me.

Your dad got his monicker,

Attila Marcel, from a song.

It's about a guy who beats his wife.

What was the singer's name again?

That woman...

The one with the teeth.

He holds me in his arms so tight

For my breath I have to fight

He's barbaric, cruel as hell

My Attila Marcel

What? It's just a song.

What are these things?

It's tacky.

Still, as long as kids like it.

Kids don't care.

Ah, they're frogs...

"Frogs" it says.

You have to know English.

I can tell this is going

to get on my nerves.

I told you so,

it's getting on my nerves.

You eat like a piglet, Paul.

I'll finish the lintels tomorrow.

It's looking good.

You're an ace, Gg.

The Sunshine Sisters...

They could've given you

the bigger apartment.

Want to move that piano?

I don't want it.

It ruined my childhood.

Get me an axe and I'll chop it up.

You'd have to chop my sisters up first

and they're too much for you.

The offer still stands anyhow.

I'll think it over.

See you.

See you tomorrow, Gg. Thanks.

Bye, Paul.

Marcel, come and see. Hurry!

Look, Paul! It's us!

That's great.

Don't give me that look!

What look?

That jealous look.

Sure, I'd love to show France my ass

instead of Paulo.

You wanted to extend the living room.

Your son's behind is paying for that.

What did my wife give in return?

Cut it out, Marcel.

We're not doing this here. Come on.

It's all right, sonny.

It's just a bad memory.

Bloody frogs...

When people arrive, Mimi!

Not when they leave.

Do I know what I'm doing?

Hey, Blind Man,

I pick my clients as I see fit.

I hate people lying to kids.

Adults, fine,

but kids, I call that sick.

He's forgotten

he saw his parents die?

I don't believe a word of it.

It's not death

preventing him from living.

He's going round in circles.

Just like your record.

This is what he needs...

If we do nothing,

he'll be two years old all his life.

You, you have your wife.

But what does he have?

Apart from a piano.

And two beautiful sad eyes.

- Ladies...

- Come in. Paul's at the park.

Where's your equipment?

What equipment?

I don't know...

A drug detector.

This is my detector.

His name's Bertrand.

This way.

He's not a German Shepherd.

Clearly not.

Is Bertrand qualified

for this kind of work?

You bet.

I got him from a pal

on the Drugs Squad.

Search.

Search, Bertrand.

He looks happy.

What does that mean?

That he's found nothing.

No Mary Jane, cocaine, LSD or so on.

Your Paul is clean.

Impossible. There must be something.

Paul has never behaved like this.

We've even considered the worst.

A brain tumour...

Are you sure Bertrand isn't mistaken?

Not a dog like this.

Not with the training he's had.

If he could talk, he'd tell you...

It's a tumour.

Heard of smaller dogs?

She's not a dog, she's a bear!

The smallest bear they had!

Private D*ckhead...

Do you doctors

write like dunces on purpose?

Well?

What do you think? Be honest.

That's him,

he looks like he's about to bite.

What does Madame Di Rosa say?

She wants to think about it.

She has time.

He's not running off anywhere.

She talked about cremating him.

That would be a shame.

I didn't advise it.

With the stuff keeping his coat shiny,

the slightest spark and...

Well?

Your patients

are falling over themselves...

Sure you won't change your mind?

I'm sick of it, sonny.

I'm not going

through all that rigmarole again.

You can't say I haven't tried.

If I have to go,

I'd rather go with a big bang.

Like that Chihuahua.

Checking to see

if you'll have enough straw?

It's all a joke for you...

Pick up your melons in a fortnight.

And stop chewing that stuff.

You stink of strawberries.

Recovered from your frogs?

I'm in no mood

for guessing games today.

Don't look at me like that.

What is it?

Something on my cheek?

There's nothing there.

It'll end up showing, right?

You don't see a thing.

You're not just a mute,

you have sh*t in your eyes too.

Is something wrong?

Is it because of the tree?

What?

You haven't seen?

Are you all right?

Give the damn strings a rest!

The tree is sick. We'll chop it down

and plant a new one.

That's the cycle of life.

I don't need some pen-pusher

to explain the cycle of life.

Listen, I'm just doing my job here.

All the bastards say that!

Look, we're planting the same one.

That's going to protect kids

from the sun!

Skin cancer guaranteed for generations!

What a silly cow I am.

They don't care

about their kids' future.

They'll be in heaven

on some shitty cloud.

I don't believe in your heaven!

I'm a Buddhist.

I'm a Buddhist and screw you!

Heaven is right here

and you're screwing it up!

Just read the damn toilet door!

"Please leave this place

as clean as it was

"when you found it!"

You treat your crapper

better than the planet.

Be careful.

One day,

the non-violent will get violent!

And that's going to hurt!

Fine...

All right.

A**hole!

Nothing unusual.

The blood tests are normal.

Your Paul is fine.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

He's in perfect health.

But the vegetables?

The vegetables?

Can too many vegetables

be bad for him?

Usually it's the opposite.

A form of poisoning, maybe.

Poisoning from vegetables?

- I can check.

- Please do.

Cats...

Cats are still tricky.

The Egyptians could do them though.

Can't have been the same cats.

Have you seen?

Still out of order.

No, the madwoman on the fourth floor.

The cops arrested her.

Is something wrong?

Jean-Yves!

She bit one.

A trainee.

Luckily, he won't press charges.

They don't make them like her anymore.

The saddest past is

she lost Moustique.

We're buying her a new one

but it's not the same.

What's the matter with this piano?

That's it.

She said you don't go anymore.

It happened to me too,

an unpleasant experience.

Life isn't all happy memories.

The dose is too strong sometimes.

Madame Proust can be heavy-handed.

And it's not an exact science.

Right, Monsieur Paul?

Monsieur Paul?

We have an errand to run.

Errand.

Madame Proust?

What's going on?

What have you done to him?

Have you drugged him?

Do you drug Paul too?

You should be locked away, you witch!

You have the devil in you.

Are you trying to take our Paul from us?

Stay here!

Are you crazy?

You won't get him. He's ours.

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