Barracuda Page #2

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- We're going for a wee.

It's on your left.

What are you doing?

I don't want you to watch.

Eggs or potatoes for lunch?

We could do potatoes in a salad

finely sliced

or in squares

or alphabet shapes.

What else?

Or chips.

Well, I'm not so keen on chips.

They don't do anything for me.

But if you insist...

Fried potatoes, not bad.

I often put potato in salad

with chives

or sometimes spring onions.

What else could I suggest?

Mashed?

Okay, but I'd have to say

mash isn't potato any more.

It's mash.

It's not the same.

What else is there?

Eggs.

Eggs.

Oeufs la neige...

Luc, I'm sure you'll object

and you wouldn't be wrong.

That it's really a dessert.

But we can be a little daring, can't we?

It's all a question of habit. Why not

oeufs la neige in the main course?

It's a choice one makes.

I'm not against it.

Then there's boiled eggs.

What can I say? Fresh...

Fresh, fresh...

It's essential,

to bring out the real flavour

the farmyard flavour

because if all goes well

they're superb.

What's going on?

Can you hear me?

Answer me.

Answer please, Luc.

What are you doing? What...?

Open this door!

Open this door!

I've got water everywhere, I tell you!

The door's locked. Open this door!

The police! Call the police!

Eggs or potatoes?

Or omelette, runny omelette...

Not bad, the slightly dried omelette

a little austere

crispy, challenging

I like that.

It's not easy to do well.

Are you listening?

So, eggs or potatoes?

Potatoes can be pureed,

in their jackets... - I don't care.

I'm going to bed.

What about my surprise?

It's in the living room.

It's here.

I hope you'll like it.

Shall we?

One...

Two...

Three...

It's for you. It's your room.

I fitted it out.

It was the guest room.

Now it's your room. Do you like it?

You can't do that!

You can't lock me in there.

I'll replace the neons.

I put in the pretty fairy lights

for a bit of colour.

Don't you like them?

You're sick.

I've put in a chain

so you can walk around.

You'll be more comfortable.

I won't be chained up like an animal!

I'm not your toy. You can't do this!

She wouldn't listen.

She was afraid you'd leave.

Look, I have to speak to her.

She has to understand me.

Maybe I offended her

but you said she liked me.

Please, let me talk to her

just for a minute.

Bad luck, she's not here.

No, please, let me talk to her

just for a minute. Just a minute.

I have to explain to her.

I'll try to change her mind.

I swear I'll do all I can.

But I can't promise anything.

I'll get out of here.

I swear I'll get out of here.

Don't cry, my boy.

Don't cry.

Tonight I'll make you a potato omelette.

Would you like that?

I don't want you to be sad.

The gentleman is sad.

He is not happy.

We must make him laugh.

Do you agree, children?

Who's going to make him laugh?

Where is he?

Where is he? I can't see him.

What do we have here?

The gentleman is sad.

We must make him laugh.

Would he laugh if we shot him?

Shall we shoot him?

Here we go...

Three...

Two...

One...

There!

F*** you!

Good, wasn't it, darling?

Yes, all is well.

What is regrettable, though...

The chain. It definitely annoys him.

Why do you say that?

Do you think...

Maybe you're right.

You're always right.

Am I disturbing you?

I've something to tell you.

It's not easy.

I spoke to Violette but it's no use.

I don't understand her.

She's afraid you'll leave

but she refuses to see you.

I like seeing you,

but she's afraid you'll leave...

That's enough.

She won't see you.

- It doesn't matter.

But it does! You're so understanding.

If only she could be as understanding.

You know...

I think that Violette loves you.

That's kind of you.

The way she looks at you.

I don't know her

but she's obviously mad about you.

She'll listen to you.

Perhaps.

With women, you never know

what they want

or what they really think.

You think they want one thing

and in fact, it's the opposite.

She never lies to me.

In short, you never know what goes on

inside someone like her.

I do. Violette never lies.

I never lie either.

I'm sure neither of us is a liar.

Nor is Violette.

I'm going to ask you

a very important question.

Do you love me?

- Yes, I do.

You want me to be happy?

- Very happy.

If you want me to be happy,

you have to unchain me

because I'm not happy here.

I have a wife too

and we can't live without each other.

We're going to have a baby.

Violette didn't want children.

I don't know why.

But you can still love each other.

If you couldn't see her,

you'd be unhappy like me now

because you need Violette

as I need Margot.

I must see her.

So I'll ask you one last time...

Please unchain me.

Of course, my boy. You should've said.

Cover up or you'll catch cold.

If you unchain me

I can put on a clean shirt.

No, wait.

Please, stay here. Unchain me.

Listen, unchain me, please.

I've brought your things.

You can dress up for tomorrow.

What's on tomorrow?

Well, tomorrow...

It's... It's Saint Luc's day.

Your saint's day, my boy.

We must celebrate. That's why

you need to look your best.

Yes, of course.

I need to look my best

for my saint's day.

Who shall we invite?

- Why not just us three?

Sure, if you prefer that.

As you wish but I really think

the more, the merrier.

It'd be nicer.

More fun.

Friends aren't for sharing.

I've brought you some toiletries.

This way, you can have a shave.

If something happens to us

no one will ever find us.

That's friendship.

Ah, champagne!

I only drink it on big occasions.

Violette doesn't like it.

Really? Women usually do.

She does too, actually.

But she hates the bubbles.

Here, Luc.

This is for you. A gift.

Solitaire.

My favourite game.

I play all the time.

And I win.

Do you know how to play?

No, I don't.

You play alone.

I play when Violette is away.

You have these marbles.

With one marble you have to

knock out the others

by jumping over them.

I didn't want to be alone.

It was my way of life.

I accepted that

and so I was alone.

Why didn't you invite me to your party?

I invited you to dinner.

I don't know.

I felt reluctant.

Friends aren't for sharing.

Why did you leave

in the middle of dinner?

I didn't leave. I'm here with you.

After all you've done for me...

You asked me to dinner.

You looked after me.

You cooked for me.

You gave me this room.

You played the clown for me.

I need you, you see.

You understand?

I'd better go.

The boy's feeling much better, dear.

Why do you say that?

Certainly not!

If you don't like it,

you don't like it!

Sometimes, Violette...

What?

No, the boy has nothing against you.

Nothing!

If that's how you feel,

I'll prove that he doesn't.

You always know better!

Do you dislike my wife?

Your wife?

F***ing bastard!

I'll get you!

Bastard!

Why don't you come in here?

I'll be waiting for you.

Bastard!

I'm thirsty.

My wife was right. You resent her.

All I want is a drink.

I only unchained myself

because I wanted to dance.

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