Five Page #7

Go, go! Lengthen it!

F***, no!

Goddammit to hell!

Oh, sh*t!

Samuel, it's Maia.

I've got bad news.

It's Madame Simone...

Thank you all for coming

for the burial

of our dear Madame Simone,

who was an exceptional woman.

And tomorrow,

prayers will be held

for her soul at 7:30 p.m.

Thank you again.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Madame Simone told me.

Sorry I didn't believe you.

But you were right:

I can't see myself involved

with a dealer.

What I realize

is that I managed

to wreck everything so fast.

lt must be a world record.

Everyone thinks I'm a rotten liar

who can't be trusted.

A pretty perfect track record.

She said, "If he comes

to the funeral, give it to him.

"If he doesn't, throw it out

"and forget about him."

I don't think she ever doubted

you'd be here.

I'll be going.

As misfortune falls,

twilight comes into view.

The breeze blows it away,

and hope is renewed.

Come in.

Chief,

I have a young lawyer in custody

who insists on seeing you.

Says it's real important,

has friends in high places, etc.

Bring him in.

Not too pissed about Vadim and Julia?

No, but...

I had a thing for Julia

but I knew we'd never hook up.

They're family.

If they're happy, I am too.

lt just pisses me off

that he didn't tell me.

True.

And with the concierge's daughter?

I dunno.

Not great.

You could have anyone

if you did it right.

I'm not as cool as you.

I can't do it.

I'm not cool, man. It's not...

Sure you are.

Think a cool guy does a new one

every night?

No, it's a guy who's unhappy,

who can't find what he's after.

What?

What're you talking about?

You got a complex?

That complex...

The pervert who wanted

to do his old lady?

Oedipus! The Oedipus complex.

- ls that it?

- Pretty much.

That p*ssy complex.

Come with me.

You're here! I'm so glad.

And the others?

Can't reach 'em.

- Come here.

- What's up?

Madame Simone, from my acting class.

She gave me this painting

and left me a poem about watercolor,

twilight and renewal.

I have a feeling

there's a message, a metaphor.

Like a treasure hunt.

Maybe it's just her last joke.

She capable of it.

What're you doing?

Holy sh*t! lt wasn't a joke.

Sh*t! How much is there?

All 500s.

There're all 500s.

We've got it!

What'd he say?

He's calling the precinct.

He's keeping us tonight,

but if they nab Omar,

we're out tomorrow.

ls that good news?

Yeah, it's good news.

- Nice going.

- So it's cool.

They're still on voicemail.

Tim, it's Sam.

Why don't you answer?

I came up with the money.

I'll take it to Omar tomorrow at 8.

So call me back.

Cheers.

To Madame Simone.

Excellent toast. To Madame Simone.

Not drinking?

I can't any more.

Why not?

Julia's pregnant.

Pregnant by you?

You're gonna be a daddy?

I guess so.

Gonna name him Tim?

I don't think so.

I understand.

Man!

That's incredible!

Man, that's...

My chum's pregnant, guys!

I'm gonna be an uncle.

He'll be called Samuel!

I'm not sure about that.

The name's not sure.

This is unbelievable!

I'll drink to little Samuel's health.

You never know.

It's so cool.

You're gonna be an uncle.

I'm gonna be an uncle, man.

You crying?

No, I'm not crying.

Yes you are.

It's just that I'm moved.

Any ideas for a godfather?

How about him?

Yes, Chief?

We've taken a certain Omar Khedi

into custody.

He was holding several kilos

of cannabis, cocaine

and other narcotics.

I've got tons of messages.

My battery's dead.

We also arrested a young customer

who'd come to pay.

It's Sam. Why aren't you answering?

I got the money.

I'm taking it to Omar at 8 a.m.

What's going on?

So call me back.

Sam went to meet Omar.

Voicemail.

Oh f***!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

C'mon guys!

The early bird doesn't get the worm.

- Here's to Samuel!

- Cheers.

C'mon, Jules. Have a drink.

At worst he'll be a mongoloid.

We'll love him no matter what.

Keep it up

and I won't call him Tim or Sam.

Listen to the boss.

You could call him Omar.

Omar's not bad.

We busted ass when all we had to do

was turn him in.

No, it was an emergency.

I'd have preferred

the code of the 'hood.

Definitely.

Here you go.

What's up, Sam?

Not treating?

It's better if I don't.

Then okay. Yeppa!

You didn't stress the right syllable.

Give it some pizzazz.

I'm paying, so I do it my way.

The machine, please.

Thanks, Vad.

Don't mention it.

We're not making noise.

Your neighbor's been badly beaten.

Did you hear anything?

Mr. Limoges was attacked?

That's right.

No, we didn't hear a thing.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Very well. 'Evening.

Good evening.

We'll murda you

Bangkok - all airports

What's going on, man?

We're outta here.

24 hours later

I never imagined

we'd go through all that.

But it taught me one thing:

You can go to the end of the world

for a friend.

There's lots of words for friends.

I can say

my brother, my pal,

my sidekick, my soul mate,

my comrade.

All words for something rare.

"...a second chance."

Someone who's not your family

or your lover

but who you love deeply.

But there's something odd

about friendship.

For instance,

you can't question family.

You have the same name,

the same blood, stuff that binds you

to other family members.

Family is beyond question.

Same goes for couples.

Rules reassure us about our status.

You say "I love you,"

you hold hands,

you give Valentine's gifts

and even an engagement ring,

then you have kids.

Once again,

family is beyond question.

On the other hand,

friendship is a lot less clear.

You don't have to be faithful,

no reason to be jealous.

No ring, no ceremony,

no champagne to celebrate friendship.

Yet of all life's relationships,

friendships are likely

to last the longest.

It'll be all right.

Good thing you're here.

They say love affairs end badly

and that you can't choose

your family.

But we can say we chose ours.

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