Cowboy Angels Page #3

Then she met another guy

and she went off with him.

Anyway, I don't want to go

to a foster home.

That's why I asked you

to take me here.

I'll take you back to Bayonne where

you lived. You'll go to school and...

your mother will come and get you.

Did she stay in touch with the guy?

I don't know.

Was he nice?

Anyway, we don't have much choice.

It's that or the Social Services, so...

You're a pretty good liar, aren't you.

Well, my father is Spanish, that's true.

Really?

He came to the maternity ward and

then he split. He never came back.

Maybe he thought I was too ugly.

Not funny!

Sure it isn't funny; it's true

you are ugly!

I'm sure I'll find him one day.

You know, I knew my father a little,

and he was no piece of cake!

So you know...

I have to tell you something.

What?

It's that he...

he's a kind of jerk.

What kind of jerk?

You'll see.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Where is that b*tch?

Can we come in?

Hi.

What do you want?

That's my PlayStation.

You weren't allowed to touch it.

Shut up! The PlayStation is mine,

I paid for it!

I washed your car for two years.

That was my money!

Don't touch it, do you hear?

Are you deaf?

- Relax! It's OK.

- Who is he?

Who's the new sucker?

F*** you. Get that?

What kind of language is that?

That's enough! Stop!

Thief.

That's MY Gameboy!

Come back, if you have the balls,

a**hole!

Come quick!

Nice family!

You washed that creep's

car for 2 years?

A year and a half.

I have to make a call.

So, what's the story?

What? What do you mean

it fell through?

You f***ing with me, Karim?

No!

You're trying to keep

the money, right?

Are you bullshitting me? Sh*t!

I have a plan!

We could rob a bank!

Don't move!

Grab me that garbage

bag! Hurry up!

Don't touch him!

Hurry Maider!

Don't touch him!

Don't touch him, you a**hole!

Don't touch him!

Come on! Sh*t!

Calm down!

Bastard!

Stop, you bastard!

Stop!

You bastard!

Bastard!

Are you going to smoke

all of those?

It was like in the movies.

Do you think they got your

license plate number?

I don't think so.

Anyway the registration

isn't in my name.

Whose car is it?

A friend's.

I thought you didn't have any friends.

He died.

In the car?

Come on, let's go away.

- Are you sure it's here?

- Yes.

- Are you sure it's here?

- Yes.

It's like an echo, reverberating

between two solitudes.

That's how it can live.

It goes up and down,

from left to right

and it fuses from below.

And that's how the work comes to life.

It's like a... lung.

It breathes, it inhales, it exhales.

And that's how the colors

can also appear.

I made that one to be sent

into space.

Cosmic, right?

I'm happy to see you; if I wouldn't

say the same for your mother.

- A drink?

- Yes.

Just stay together, OK?

Excuse me, but this is very rare.

This dates from 25 billion years.

It existed way before

the solar system,

way before Earth

and all the planets,

way before me and you.

It's very rare.

Pasta with Pesto!

You have to be careful

not to walk barefooted.

That can be dangerous here.

Where is Pablo going to sleep?

Who?

The kid.

There's a room upstairs.

I just have to clear it out.

Where is your bathroom?

The door in the back

of the garden.

Stop wiggling like that!

Go pee!

- I wasn't wiggling.

- Go to pee, I said!

I have to go. I want to avoid

a big goodbye.

Goodbye then.

Jerk.

Come, come, come.

Come on, let's go!

What's really cosmic is

your mother's taste in men.

But I'm not saying that

about your father.

Well, I hope not.

- Is the last one normal or not?

- Yes, he's great!

- Couldn't you have told me earlier?

- It's been a long time since I saw him.

Kevin?

Kevin! My little beetle!

I can't believe it!

I didn't think I'd see you again!

You've grown!

Good morning!

Franois.

Louis.

My Beetle.

I'll show you my house.

- It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Yes.

Maria!

Quit moving, Beetle.

You're tickling me.

You gotta let your hair grow,

Or use glue, this stuff

won't do it.

- Should I make pig tails?

- Yes, sure.

OK, that's good enough.

So?

- You call that pompadour?

- Nice, huh?

It sucks.

Remember this?

Yeah.

If you want, I can buy them all.

There are plenty of takers

in the area.

How much do you want for them?

Two grand?

You're lucky, I've just fixed up a Mercedes

and the guy paid in cash. Here.

That's my tip.

I just wanted to say.

The kid...

I can't keep him, I'm sorry.

See, I've got one on the way

with my girlfriend,

and I ain't rolling in dough.

I'm really sorry.

What are you going to do?

Don't know.

There's foster care, it's not the end

of the world.

I come from there.

It's only few years before

he turns 18.

With a bit of luck,

he'll land a good family.

I'm sorry, really.

It's Djamel's mom who goes:

"We're all going to die!

Saturday or Sunday".

- I didn't get your joke.

- I'm not finished.

- Go ahead then.

- Then she turns around and goes:

"That's too bad,

Tuesday was market day".

You get it?

- So in fact...

- No, stop!

Come on. You're no fun!

Coffee? Desserts?

I'm telling him a joke

and he doesn't get it.

What's the joke?

Don't make him start again

She'll like it.

Would you like a dessert?

Yes, an ice-cream.

We have frozen oranges.

Yes, I'd like that.

Thank you. Good night.

Do you want to come

to get your ice-cream?

Yes.

So, what I can offer you is

frozen lobster...

Frozen mint, frozen fish,

and frozen oranges.

What?

- You can choose it.

- This one.

Go ahead, take it.

Thanks.

You don't waste time.

Isn't she great?

Working here all summer?

So I'll tell you my joke.

Yes.

So Djamel's mother

is standing with her iron

and she goes:

"We're all going to die!

Saturday or Sunday".

And she turns around and goes:

"That's too bad,

Tuesday was market day".

You get it?

It's Djamel's mother

who says that?

Djamel's.

Who says "We're all going to die" and then?

Yes.

I don't understand.

I don't get his jokes either.

I missed the beginning.

I guess it stinks.

Yes, I think you're right.

It's not a great joke, I guess.

How old are you?

25. And you?

He's 38; he doesn't look like it.

Are you on vacation here?

We went to Spain

to look for someone.

But he didn't exist.

Kinda stupid, huh?

So what are you doing here?

We're just hanging out.

Cool!

Yes, really cool.

What?

How about going to the sea?

- I'm going back to Paris.

- Come on!

it can't be bad for us.

That's not sure.

- What could be bad for you?

- Nothing.

Come on!

So?

OK.

Yeah!

We're going to the sea!

OK, let's go.

You should start up the car,

or we'll never make it.

We're going to the sea!

I'll decide when.

OK, but start up.

Right, if I feel like it...

We're going to the sea!

Do you know how to put

your hand to sleep? - No.

- Leave her alone.

- No, I'd like to know!

So give me your right hand.

Now squeeze it

as hard as you can.

But I'm going to hurt you...

Don't worry.

As hard as you can.

- Really hard?

- Yes, hard.

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