Copacabana Page #6

I had a brilliant idea.

Wait! Let them guess.

I don't know.

Any ideas?

You gave blow jobs

in the toilet maybe?

- Are you okay, Esmerelda?

- No, I'm not.

Esmerelda! What's the matter?

Enough is enough!

I come here to spend Sunday with you

and wind up

with these losers

droning on about all their bullshit.

And you're completely gaga,

drinking in their every word!

"She plays djembe? How great!"

You're pathetic.

What's the big deal? I don't get it.

If they were slightly original...

But they're a dime a dozen.

You find hordes of them

at any rave.

Well, if I had to count on you

to make conversation...

You refused to talk about your

wedding. You changed the subject.

Because I knew

it would open the floodgates

to more stupid jokes.

That's your probiem.

You pigeonhoie peopie.

They're getting married, too.

As bizarre as that may seem.

But since I have a daughter

who judges my friends,

my lifestyle...

You know why I like them?

Because they're fun.

- They're young and free.

- Free of what?

- They have to beg for food.

- So?

You think you're free?

You're scared of your boyfriend.

I bet you didn't even say

you were coming.

I came to this dump for you.

To show you

I could hold onto a job.

But I see

I can't prove anything to you.

You think I'm a failure

and we have nothing to share.

What more can I say?

Go!

Go back

to your in-laws,

to your little love nest.

Go watch TV with your guy.

- And I pigeonhole people?

- Isn't that the life you dream of?

My dream was to spend

just one day alone with you.

But that's not enough

or entertaining enough!

I'm going home.

You're still in Brazil,

thousands of miles away.

Does this tram

go to the train station?

Wait!

I wanted to take you to the aquarium.

The aquarium?

Why not a puppet show?

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

No kidding!

We should go.

Our ferry leaves in 30 minutes.

I understand.

One ticket for Lille, please.

Hi!

Oh, right... two.

Can I take your coat?

I'm glad you called.

I didn't expect it.

If you don't mind,

I'd rather just f***.

I don't mind.

How did you lose your finger?

A work-related accident.

We have portage engines,

but dock work

is still pretty physical.

I think my back's gonna give out

every day.

If you saw the loads we carry!

But if I play my cards right,

in a year, they'll let me

manage the warehouse.

Then I can take a breather.

Do you wanna do it again?

Right now?

You're more exhausting

than any cargo I've had.

Babou, wake up! You'll be late.

I don't care. Let me sleep.

Come on, Babou.

You have to go to work.

I don't care! I don't give a damn

about that job anymore.

Listen...

I'm counting to three.

I warn you,

if you don't get up,

I'll throw you out of bed.

One...

two...

three!

- Sorry.

- No big deal.

Take a seat.

So, where was I?

I was saying that Katia

broke her leg.

It's not serious

but she can't work this week.

So Martial and I discussed it

and called headquarters.

They agree that

one of you should replace her.

We obviously need someone efficient,

someone who's a quick study.

We rapidly came to the conclusion

that Babou was our obvious choice.

Her figures testify to that.

She did what she was asked to do.

As they say, it's no contest!

The b*tch did it again.

Is there a problem? Speak up.

Why not save your chitchat

to attract customers?

Isn't that more useful?

They do sh*t

then want to be rewarded.

Is that how much I'll be paid now?

I see why they're pissed.

When Katia comes back,

will I be back on the street?

Don't panic.

If you do a good job,

there's no reason

we'd put you out there.

Initial it there, too, please.

Be sure to mention that

the sofa's a convertible bed.

But avoid opening it.

Last time, it took me so long

I blew the sale.

If need be, lift the pillows,

show them the mechanism,

then move on.

They won't be the wiser.

Vlad, what did I say last time?

Isn't it enough

that Katia broke her leg?

I can't believe it!

This is a studio.

They're really tiny.

So focus on the view.

Tell them all the balconies

are the same size.

They usually like that. They figure

they get the same benefits

for less money.

How does this work?

Is this screwed up, too? Vlad!

I think it's the whatchamacallit.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

There!

It's big.

I'll send Stephan a memo,

asking for a sign

that reads, "stroller parking."

- What's that?

- Look!

Finally!

Not bad.

They're great!

I was afraid the logo was too small.

See, the yellow's eye-catching.

- Nice.

- Really nice.

Yeah, they're great.

Babou, what do you think?

Nice. Very nice.

I think I'll take a little walk.

Notice the detail.

The curtains, for example,

match the bedspread.

High quality bedding.

Quite firm, quite comfortable.

Try it.

It does feel good.

They're nice at that age.

They treat you like sh*t later.

Shall we go see the kitchen?

That's great for you!

And it's going well?

One family said they'd mull it over.

Then I had an English couple

I brought in.

I think they'll bite.

We'll get their answer tomorrow.

- Hats off! You're doing well.

- Not that I care.

Why do you say that?

You'll make money.

You can spoil your daughter.

I'm not going to her wedding.

She doesn't want me there.

They'll slam the church doors on me.

Aren't you going a little overboard?

You have a communication problem.

She just wants to see you.

She may have to wait a while.

Because now...

I have other plans.

Really?

What plans, may I ask?

Brazil. A trip.

As soon as I get a little cash...

I'm outta here!

I'll just pack up and go.

You can live on nothing there.

I just have to learn the language...

and I'll be on easy street.

You're up.

Lane 3.

What difference does it make?

See you around.

What?

Don't you want me to come?

- No.

- Why?

Listen, Babou,

what do I get out of all this?

All you seem to need

is a cock on two legs.

I have a lot more to offer.

I have feelings, I have a heart.

So do I.

Really? Did you think of me

when you planned your trip?

Don't you have cargo to unload?

Yeah, right, I've got my cargo.

Ciao!

- Are you dumping me?

- Yeah.

Have you noticed I'm in bad shape?

Go easy on me.

Why? Do you go easy on me?

You just use me.

I'm your sex object.

- Isn't that flattering?

- Maybe.

But it's not enough for me.

I'm too old to be a pinup.

Let's go home and cuddle.

- No.

- We'll just hug under the covers.

No, it's over.

You act like miss revolutionary

and this is the result.

- You're all alone.

- You all piss me off!

One acts like I've got the plague

and the other whines about

being a sex object.

Some guys would love that.

Go ahead. Nothing's stopping you.

Find yourself another stud.

A little modesty.

And let me make one thing clear.

You're not dumping me, I'm leaving.

Okay?

Can I speak to my daughter, please?

- She's not here.

- I know she is!

I just drove 150 km to see her.

I want to speak to her.

I told you she's not here.

We had a fight.

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