Cowboy Angels Page #4

Ah, it cracked!

It's OK.

Did you hear that?

I just broke two of his fingers.

Now just let me

slide out my fingers.

Wow, that's great.

Hijo de puta!

What kind of name is that, Billie?

You like it that much, huh?

It's a strange name for a girl,

isn't it?

I guess.

- Do you know Billie Holiday?

- No.

She's a Jazz singer my mom adored.

Are you there?

What is it?

Can I come in?

Wait, we'll be there in a while.

Come on, guys!

Can I come in now?

What's up?

Thanks for letting me sleep in the car!

Don't whine, we were right here.

It wasn't you out there.

Come here.

He kills them all

end then he leaves.

Then a girl comes and says:

"Veteran, come back!"

"Please! We love you."

"Come back!" And he splits.

Really.

I need something for my hair.

Do you have 10 euros?

Thank you.

That kid is great.

Can I have some coffee, please?

Where are his parents?

His mother left him,

I don't know.

Are you going to adopt him?

Are you kidding?

Could I ever adopt a kid?

No, I'll take him back

to his mother.

She'll come back eventually.

- What if you don't find her?

- I don't know.

I don't have a job,

I don't have a place.

And even if I wanted to adopt him,

they'd never let me.

You're dreaming!

Who knows, you might get lucky.

A present each. Here.

Wow...

Don't you like it?

Yes, yes.

Hey, that's Billie!

Some friends. Come meet them.

Hi!

How are you?

How are you?

This is Pablo.

Pablo!

Come. We have a long way to go.

- We have to go.

- The two of us?

Are you leaving already?

Yes, we're going back to Paris.

OK then, goodbye.

Bye buddy.

It was great meeting you.

- I'm sure we'll see each other again.

- Me too.

- Cheers?

- Cheers.

Bye.

Goodbye.

I have to tell you something,

man to man.

That girl was so beautiful.

You agree, don't you?

Did you take her phone number?

No.

Did you sleep with her?

- And you? Have you already made love?

- You crazy!

What are we going

to do in Paris?

We'll see.

You think I don't get it?

Come on, don't be chicken.

I know you'll take me

to the social services.

You didn't have to pretend,

just because of Billie!

And my mother won't be there,

you know damn well!

Either you'll go and drop me off

with the cops,

or you'll abandon me

at the end of the street.

But I don't care.

I won't go to the Social Services!

And if you take me there,

I'll tell the cops

that you stole the cigarettes,

and you'll go to jail.

I don't care, you'll go to jail!

Give me some bread,

I'm going to buy some Twix.

I thought you didn't like it.

I don't care. I'm hungry.

Come on!

What can I do with that?

Give me the bill.

Calm down, Pablo!

What are you doing?

Stop that right now!

Shut up, who are you

to boss me around?

Nobody, just sh*t!

- Mister, can you take me with you?

- What?

What's going on?

Enough! We're going now.

I hate you, let go of me!

Listen, listen.

I can't keep you, Pablo.

But we're going to be OK.

You mustn't f*** up.

And I won't either.

You're my friend?

Yes.

You're my friend, my friend!

We can't f*** up. OK?

Even somewhere else,

I'll be there.

Do you understand?

I'll carry you around

inside me,

Yes?

You're going to make it.

And so will I.

We won't let those a**holes nail us.

OK.

Come on.

Aren't you a little hungry?

Drinks for everyone, it's on me!

Hello Virgil!

You see...

There's life in garbage,

there's life in garbage,

it's cosmic!

This needs a little salt.

Here.

Thank you.

Do you want another one?

Yup!

- How old are you, son?

- 13.

Do you want some dessert?

Maybe later.

Call me if you need anything.

Right.

- Look, there's Geronimo!

- That's not Geronimo.

That's... what's his name?

That's Cochise.

Aren't you still hungry?

Yes.

Well... I have to piss.

OK.

Hi. Do you know where

that man went?

To the bathroom. Why?

Who are you?

A friend of your mother's.

I'll wait for him.

How do you know my mother?

How are things at school?

Can you tell me who

that man was?

And your name? Are you sure

you don't want to tell me your name?

Pablo Leroy.

You see, that wasn't so difficult.

Where are your parents?

Who was that man with you?

Did he hurt you?

Where did you meet him?

Can I get you some orange juice?

OK.

I'll get you your juice

and then we'll continue, OK?

Do a search on his name.

Put your hands on the wheel!

Get out of the car!

Hands on the car!

Legs apart. Shut up!

Hands on the car!

Give me your hand!

The other one!

Now move!

Come on!

No, his name is Kevin Podard.

Podard, P-O-D-A-R-D.

Why does he give your name

when we ask him his?

I don't know!

We just went for a ride, and I was

taking him back to his mother.

The child is registered

with the Social Services.

There's been an investigation.

Shall we transfer him to the Social Services?

We'II organize a confrontation first.

This way, Mr. Leroy.

Mr. Leroy, can you explain what you were doing

in the gas station parking lot with Kevin

who is 11 and a minor?

I was doing what you usually do

in a gas station... getting gas.

We were given the description

of an adult chasing a child

then grabbing him

and forcing him to enter his car.

Well, the boy,

Pablo, I mean,

had decided to hitch-hike

back to Paris

which I didn't think was safe,

so I tried to convince him

to come back with me.

If I got mad, it was only because

he was acting stupid in the store.

Kevin, do you agree with all this?

It's true. I was a little irritated.

You were irritated, angry.

For what reason?

Because he had done something?

Yes, because this jerk didn't want to

give me 20 euros to buy some Twix!

Then he didn't want me to steal them,

and that got me mad.

He can really be a pain!

He offered you candy...

in exchange for what?

What did you have to do

to get your candy?

In exchange for what?

Did he ask you to do something

for him in exchange for these gifts?

You don't understand. It's him who had

to do something for me!

He had taken me to Spain.

Why did he take you to Spain?

Because he has a driver's license

and a car, and I don't.

Even if I'm a better driver!

But he doesn't agree with that.

Why did you take this child to Spain,

Mr. Leroy?

At first, I didn't want to... but...

When he has something in his head...

he's stubborn and it's difficult to resist him.

So we went to Spain.

Then we couldn't find his father,

so we came back to Paris.

Kevin, if you want to tell us

something, now's the time.

You know you're going to be put

in foster care, as of tonight?

If you want to press charges

against this man...

If he's harmed you in any way,

it's now.

You know that protecting him

won't change anything? Is this clear?

Do you get it Kevin?

He's not deaf!

Please, Mr. Leroy.

I'd watch it, if I were you.

You're not getting out of this so easily.

Kevin?

Did this man hurt you?

Do you want to press

charges against him?

Because he didn't buy me any Twix?

I don't think so.

OK.

So I guess that's it.

Wait...

He asked me to do something.

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