Coup de torchon Page #4

With his dog?

The dog... yes.

- The dog has come back alone.

- Did you hear? His dog.

- Yeah, I heard, his dog.

- His dog Medore.

Yeah, Medore, the one with the stripe

down the middle.

All alone.

Maybe he got a beating, no?

It doesn't prove a thing.

- Maybe he had an accident.

- Oh, don't say 'accident'.

Who's talking about accidents...

I say it's more likely Medore had an

accident after his master came home.

It's not that difficult

what she's asking!

In the early hours of the morning

in Mexico a man is going to be executed.

We're not savages. We won't shoot anybody

sitting on a Galerie Barbe's chair.

Ah, here you are! I pay you to

prevent gate-crashing.

Why should somebody do that?

Your workers they all get tickets.

Isn't that how you pay them?

Gotta be a stonic to take

that smell.

What's that mean, "stonic"?

Ya mean ya don't know

what it means?

Doesn't it bother

your wife there...

watching the film backwards?

If it's free, even

your sh*t houses don't bother her.

Good evening Miss. It's a good film tonight.

"Mediterranean Alert".

It's only so they can see the sea.

- No, this is on me, let's go.

- Thank you.

Put it on my tab.

Go ahead, kiddies.

Isn't that Cordier?

Yes, with the schoolteacher.

He could use some learning.

See that outfit?

It's just right for Lucien.

That dress!

With your eyes...

You're so nice to me.

I just love sailors.

Will they show the Riviera?

What's the Riviera?

Shut up girls! The plot's thickening!

- What is it?

- The Cte d'Azur

I thought it was judgment day.

It'd be worse than that.

You should turn in.

I'd miss my chance.

What chance?

The chance of something that has never

happened before.

During the film I had a funny dream...

It's a recurring dream,

about my dad beating me.

I show him my prize

for good reading in school:

A beautiful hard-cover book.

And he throws it in my face.

Because in the dream, I'm a little kid.

But then again this isn't a dream.

I am just a little kid.

A vile little monster who killed

his mother at birth.

Do you still resent your father?

Not any more.

He's one of those people who believes

there's only one answer to every problem

one of those who blames everything

on Jews and Freemasons.

Not seeing you're not going

to find one reason but a thousand,

to why things went wrong,

if they really did go wrong...

I'm cold.

It's warm out.

It's not the weather.

A helluva time for repairs.

But I'm not doing repairs.

- Want help?

- I'm nearly done.

It's for Vanderbruck.

You may be in for a real treat

in the morning.

Do you hate Vanderbruck?

- I don't hate anybody.

- I do.

He's here 2 years

and already rich.

I can't dirty up these mules.

Huguette'd be sore.

Wake up.

No, no...

Vanderbruck's coming.

Always a pain in the butt,

that one...

Quick. This is gonna be fun.

Not up yet, Cordier?

Hurry up... quick!

I was working late last night.

Don't make a habit... Sh*t!

Take a look! Fast!

Didn't even say 'good morning'

I don't believe it!

Thanks a lot, Cordier.

Get these sh*t holes out

of my sight!

Forever!

They must vanish.

Just as if they'd never existed.

Sure thing. Go on...

I don't dare.

Excuse me, Mr. Vanderbruck.

That's not funny.

Sh*t, my hat.

Kiss me, Huguette.

This calls for a celebration!

Whoever dares say I sawed the

boards so a man'd fall in...

and maybe get killed...

- Quit acting like an idiot, Nono-

...would be ruining my career...

accusing me of a serious offense

and a one contrary to my nature.

Everybody knows.

I'm not one to take risks.

That's for sure... sissy.

You're a prize a**hole.

Cut it out, blockhead!

You resent Nono

because he's a real man.

There, Nono, my little he-man.

Lucky I have you.

Don't ever say that, Huguette.

Why not, if it's true?

What's got into you, Lucien?

Oh, Rose, you should've seen

the look in his eyes.

Like a killer's.

Me? Killer's eyes?

Eyes don't harm.

Hands do.

Kiss and make up.

Well, kiss him.

Come on.

You know, Rose, I've been

thinking... But then again...

maybe it's not a good idea-

that you get a gun...

- To shoot with?

- Not to shoot with, Nono.

Just to keep her man off...

if he comes at her

with bad intentions.

- It is a good idea!

- Not really.

I can't see Rose,

so sweet and frail,

with a big gun

in her little, shaky hand.

And especially 'cause I might

unintentionally kill him.

You see.

- Let's get you a gun.

- Really?

Sure. Come on.

That's a good one.

A pastor's wife shot

her husband with it?

Oh yes!

Have anything bigger?

Something very, very frightening.

A club?

- No, very frightening.

- Really, very, very frightening.

A gas mask.

Hold it.

Good.

- I'll never use it.

- You never know.

You've got an idea in your head.

Not at all, I swear. You know,

I do things and I don't know why.

Later, I understand.

But I never plan ahead.

You're weird sometimes.

You're not scared someday I might

shoot you if you leave?

First learn to shoot,

then I'll be scared.

Go on.

Morning. Did we wake you?

You see what I see?

- See you later.

- Are you following him?

Not him. The ladder.

Scram!

Never a dull moment when he's around!

Are you crazy!

What a sick idiot!

- Let me by.

- This isn't the first time! Should be locked up!

After such a beating, he won't offend again!

You'll be sorry if you touch me.

Play along.

I'm just pretending.

It's better than being

locked up, no?

- O.K. But go easy.

- Sure.

- Not the head.

- Of course.

Take that!

Pig! That'll teach you to peep.

Easy. He still has to bring

home his ladder!

Not the head, eh?

I can't read the aviator's book.

It's annoying me. Perhaps it's

too well written.

You like sounding illiterate.

You're not... So why?

Habit.

Grammar gets rusty

like everything else

if you don't use it. And there isn't

a strong demand for it in Africa.

Just like for

Good and Evil...

What's Good? What's Evil?

Nobody knows.

It's not much use here.

So that gets rusty, too.

Must be the climate.

Do you think it will happen

to me too?

You will never be like others.

It's not that you're prettier

than Rose...

She's my girl, Rose.

No, not prettier, but with you

the difference comes from inside.

Something that grabs you by

the heart like a vice

and doesn't let go.

When I look at you...

I'm ill at ease.

But I can't keep away.

Do you understand that?

Even if we kiss,

it won't make it simpler.

- Bye. Careful with the pistol.

- Don't worry.

Stop it, Nono!

- And if I pretend too?

- It was that or jail.

Leave Nono alone.

Rose is waiting for you.

Kissing the b*tch makes me sick.

I promise I'll try to watch it.

Listen.

- What is it, sweet?

- Why, nothing.

I figured as much.

I'm a bit tired...

not enough sleep.

- The schoolteacher's cute.

- You know her?

Not really but I saw her on the

movie screen in silhouette.

You both looked fine

in silhouette.

You were swell, together.

Don't be silly.

She's not that kind.

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