Attila Marcel Page #4

We're his mummies.

And if anyone hurts him...

We defend him.

I've finished, Madame Proust.

I'll come back next Friday?

Madame Proust?

Yes.

I'll come back on Friday, as planned?

No.

No, Friday won't be possible.

Is there something wrong?

Do you want to talk about it?

Don't keep it locked up inside.

Shall I fetch the ukulele?

Monsieur Paul?

From Madame Proust.

Who is it?

Mr Coelho.

I imagine you won't need me

for the piano anymore.

# Sonny, #

# You don't come to the garden, #

#so the garden comes to you. #

# All things come to an end#

#and I'm closing down. #

# I'm starting a new life. #

# I'm going on a long journey. #

# It'll take a lot of time to prepare. #

# If ever you fish for memories again, #

# Here's everything you need. #

# Drown bad memories#

#in a flood of tiny joys. #

# I wish you nothing more... #

# But you have to turn on the tap. #

# Good luck with the competition. #

# Your pal, Proust. #

# Live your life #

Paul, your dad's over there.

See him?

Ladies and gentlemen,

to my right, the great, the mighty,

the barbaric and cruel

Attila Marcel!

To my left,

for the first time in the ring,

the beautiful but dangerous tigress

Anita Marcel!

What's your problem?

Hey, Tweedledum and Tweeldedee,

your sis did a great job, huh?

# Young soloist of the year #

# Thank you #

Who organized all this?

Three hours since I ate

and nothing's laid on for us?

How can we manage?

I'm not some dainty bird!

I can't live on music and water.

You're on second after the break.

So this year is the one?

Everything ok?

Love you, Paulo!

I love you, Paul.

Can you see me, Paul?

Stay there.

Ladies and gentlemen!

The beautiful

but dangerous tigress

Anita Marcel!

He's awake!

Lost something?

I'd like to raise my glass

to our dear Paul.

Since all things come

to those who wait,

all I can say is,

bravissimo, maestro!

Give us the pleasure

of playing something.

A little sonata?

A sonata!

It was a load-bearing wall.

If it's any comfort,

your father's friend...

The one who did the work...

He got five years in jail...

Without parole.

Illegal work.

It isn't any comfort, is it?

You're angry with us.

It's the joints.

It's very serious.

He may never play the piano again.

That's all right.

Yes, it doesn't matter.

Does it, Paul?

You're taking it very well.

I'll give you some painkillers.

I can manage that.

Wondering where my little friends are?

I've given up.

Taxidermy and I

aren't made to get along.

My parents were right.

All I was good for

was being a doctor.

It's you!

I thought that madwoman was back.

Just kidding.

You want to look round?

The state she left it in...

What a bloody mess!

You wouldn't believe it.

She's finished pissing us off now.

The big C got old Mother Proust

in the end.

I don't know where they buried her

but her new neighbours

have got something to worry about.

The poor guys!

What a pain she was...

Temporarily out of order

It's his girl and their baby.

Can we see her?

She's so beautiful!

She's so dainty. Like her mother.

What pretty hands.

A cellist's hands.

Make a musician of her.

Or a dancer.

So today's the big departure?

Take plenty of photos.

I dream of seeing all that.

Honolulu, the Pacific...

Are you doing the trip in one go?

The ukulele festival's in Hawaii

but we'll stop on the way.

It's a surprise for Paul.

Paul, I think she's going to speak.

She's a bit young, isn't she?

Look at her...

I think she's going to say "Papa".

Help us, damn it!

Good job I didn't spill

my brandied cherries.

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