Coup de torchon Page #5
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- 1981
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She's too good for you?
While you're the best I can get?
- Listen...
Having you is an honor... A man
who's killed my husband for love.
No, I was just
getting rid of trash.
The trash also happened to be your husband,
so I killed two birds with one stone.
There's a lot of trash around.
There'll be less and less...
Had to start somewhere.
Well, I want to believe you killed
him on account of me.
Let me go on believing it. Who are you
to tell me what to believe or not believe?
- You're taking your time.
- I'm coming.
I don't believe it. They're all
conspiring to keep me from sleeping.
I'm worn out...
Wait.
What's wrong?
What's with you?
Vicious nag...
- Are you hurt?
- It kicked me in the privates.
- Come in and let me take a look.
- I'll go home.
- I'll fix you up.
- I'll see a doctor.
- You won't get there in this state.
- Are you sure?
Yes. Can you walk?
Barely.
I don't see any bruises.
But it hurts like hell.
Doesn't take much to hurt like hell,
when it's down there.
Here? Or here?
You're too soft.
I am not soft.
Touch me anywhere.
Say, you're not crying in pain now.
Someone's outside.
Hear it?
I'm sure. It's like
something was being dragged.
Wake up!
I'll go and see.
Take your gun at least.
Oh, goddamn!
The son of a b*tch is back!
Maybe he's not dead.
He's dead as they come.
- Then he's not alone.
- I doubt that.
Which goddamn son of a b*tch
brought him?
There's the bastard.
Stop there, damn you!
Black bastard.
Why'd you bring him back?
- Please, ma'am.
- I'll peel your black ass.
- Forgive me.
- What got into you, for Chrissake?
Stop it! How's things, Friday?
Getting cloudy, eh?
Thank you, Captain, very well.
Yes, it looks like rain.
What got into you to bring him back?
He was fine where he was.
- Stop it.
- You take the trouble...
to kill him and this prick...
Back to the house. Now!
Don't be afraid.
That's why you can trust me.
- I'll never tell a soul.
- Good.
I didn't see anything.
You mean like Ma'am Rose naked?
That neither...
Can I go, Captain?
Sure, Friday. Thank you.
But before you go, give me
a hand with burying the body.
White folk aren't meant
for vultures.
Will he have some?
Friday, want some coffee, a piece
of bread, some pat?
No, thank you. I'm not hungry.
I'd better be going, now.
Wait Lucien.
Do you think you'll sleep easy if I let
him go, after what he heard you say.
- Maybe he didn't hear.
- You were yelling it.
Maybe he didn't understand.
You know I swallow my words. They used to
tell me off all the time in school.
Well, this time you didn't swallow them.
I thought you were tougher.
With Marcaillou you took
advantage of the situation.
He was a different story. Friday's a good
black, who's never hurt a fly.
If we looked hard enough...
I know what's bothering you.
When it happens
like with your husband's 'accident'...
when you hear about it later...
...you can say:
"What can I do? I'm not responsible for it."
But this is not the case this time.
This time you know what's gonna happen.
So you're telling me "Don't go."
I can't back out now. Now I must go.
Just checking if you've changed your mind.
I'm coming.
You think he'd wait
if he'd understood?
Tired?
I'm not feeling well, my legs are shaky.
Don't worry, it'll pass.
What's wrong?
You know very well
I have to do it.
But, Captain, I trusted you. You're
different from other white men.
- There's your mistake.
- I've always believed your every word.
No, you didn't.
Now you're lying.
Coming from a good catholic like you
it worries me.
Lying is a sin.
Killing people is a sin too.
And a worse one than lying.
Let me tell you a secret now, and that
it might offer you some consolation.
We all kill what we love.
But you don't love me.
And one more thing.
No, don't tire yourself getting up now...
Better the blind man
who pisses out the window...
than the joker who told him
it was a urinal.
Know who the joker is?
It's everybody.
All the bastards who look away
when you're in sh*t,
praying through their a**holes
that nothing happens.
If it's true they were made
in God's image,
I wouldn't like to get Him
in a dark alley.
You kissed too much white ass. And now
you're getting f***ed, and you asked for it.
So now this is what I do
with friends like you.
Did you do it?
I'm tired of taking
the rap,
for doing what everyone
wants me to do,
and don't have the courage
to do themselves.
- Madam Marcaillou?
- Yes, sir.
Colonel Tramichel -
Tra as in tralala...
This early visit may surprise you.
Please, gather your courage.
Mother of God, no, I don't believe it!
Alas, yes, it's but too true.
There must be two.
This is the second I'm getting.
When is this story going to be over?
Wake up.
There's an officer here to see you.
He says it's urgent.
It's war, for sure.
I don't want you drafted.
But, Huguette
if there's a war
they'll need the police
more than ever
to arrest the ones
who won't fight.
No, listen.
No?
- Away!
- Let it say goodbye to his master.
It doesn't want to say goodbye.
Dogs eat what has scared them, right Medore?
Weird dog... He's got a...
struck by the same hand.
The same weapon was used
on them both.
I won't say you're wrong,
but I won't say you're right.
I know how it happened.
Friday wanted to get even with my husband
for the beating he got the other day.
So he took the rifle and -see the hole-
shot him point blank.
Then my husband took the rifle back
- A case of self-defense.
- That's how I see it.
This isn't something unheard of Colonel,
two dead men shooting each other.
You're right. It's happened before.
During the war,
a machine-gunner got killed.
But his finger stuck
in the trigger
so his corpse went on
and killed dozens of Huns.
My condolences, dear Lady.
Make sure they're six feet under.
I never want to see them again.
I've never seen a clearer
case of murder.
- Clear as rain water.
- You mean still water.
Yes, sir!
- Kiss me.
- You're forgetting again: It's not proper.
You don't grab a brand-new widow.
Well, I have to wait for tonight then!
Look.
My God... poor little thing.
This whole situation is a real pain!
I've put on the bed a little black
dress of mine I can lend you.
The dirty pig isn't worth
buying a new one.
The veil's a present.
Don't fool with death, Nono.
It's bad luck.
Have more.
Then I won't eat after
the funeral.
Pity though, 'cause this is good food.
- It's lamb stew.
- Need help?
- No, that's all right.
Quit stuffing your face
and look after Rose.
Does that really suit me?
You look pretty, dressed up like a widow.
- A kiss?
- A big one.
Come look.
- Come look.
- What's happening?
I saw them. They were kissing.
- What are you saying?
- Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking.
You're losing it!
Why are you making this up?
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