Goal of the Dead Page #6

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What are you talking about?

He's really weedy.

No, he's a hulking great guy.

- Something's not right...

- What?

- What's got into you?

- Into me?

- You're crazy!

- You want to know?

You destroyed my son's

life, is that OK for you?

He never did anything with his life.

He became a loser.

You could have brought

him up to Paris.

You could have found

him a little place.

We could fix it... - Shut up!

Quitter! Traitor! Ungrateful sh*t!

You never visited.

You never even sent a postcard,

or opened a supermarket.

Nothing.

And you really made

your dad suffer.

That's true.

Sorry, Edouard. He

is my son after all.

F***ing hell.

I let everyone down.

Now's not the time.

It could've been different.

- I know I did some sh*t.

- Sam...

We should have done

stuff together.

Let me talk.

In fact...

What is it, Dad?

I...

I forgive you.

I love you.

I love you too, Dad.

You f***er! Sorry.

You son of b*tch!

That's very rude, Dad.

Listen, you have to

promise me something...

Take care of little Cleo.

I promise.

Little cocksucker! Oh

f***, that little whore!

Cleo's a little cocksucker!

What's wrong?

She sucks c*cks, I swear it!

- Calm dawn.

- Get the f*** out of here!

- I love you.

- Me too.

F***, f***! Dirty whore!

- Get out of here! Go!

- Calm down, dad!

- Let's go!

- Get the f*** out!

Dirty f***ing whore!

Disgusting little...

Paris, city of light,

Paris, city of shite.

Paris, capital city

Paris, city of shitty.

Paris, city of light,

Paris, city of shite.

Paris, Paris, f*** you!

Did you hear that?

- F***, they stole our song!

- It's us, you idiot!

It's in the stadium.

We'll I never. Michael did it!

Didn't Michael die?

Yes. A bit.

What do you mean, a bit?

His hand was going like that.

Like when you die.

- You left him there?

- I didn't know!

- You a**hole, Teddy!

- Calm down.

We have to do something.

We have to go. It's at

the stadium, right?

Stop following orders.

Right?

Time to take charge, guys!

Show them what you're made of.

Make them take notice.

Is Michel your friend or not?

- Yes.

- Of course.

So... No?

She's right, dammit.

Enough of being losers.

- Lets grab the hand of fate!

- Right!

Michel need us.

Caplongue need us.

- Teddy?

- And me?

- What?

- Me.

I told your grandpa

you'd stay here.

- What?

- I'm not taking a kid along.

- Me neither.

- Right.

OK.

Know what you get

for touching kids?

- What?

- 2, 3 years. Plus the trauma.

What are you talking about?

They...

They forced me...

They were there with their...

I can't say it.

They broke me.

- I'll never be the same.

- OK, fine, you can come.

Gone to the Stadium. Cleo.

She drives me mad!

Give us a push.

Michel?

Bene?

Bene?

Hey, Fred!

Wait!

Am I standing up for myself now?

Michel!

Chloe?

Don't forget, because...

What did they do you do?

Not so hot now, are

you, you idiot!

What did you do to my daughter?

Your daughter?

My little Clio!

What the hell?

It's not Clio. It's Cleo.

I was so worried!

Wait, wait! I...

OK. OK.

Carole Pinchon.

A little blond

bombshell, a majorette.

To me, she was Coco.

I loved her. I had no idea...

Forgive me.

I'm sorry.

Hold on just a second. I

think I missed something.

By the way, you're really

rocking the warrior thing.

If you want to do that

interview, I'm up for it.

Idriss!

What? She's your chick as well?

That's right. I'm his chick.

OK, I get it.

It's was the apocalypse, so well

get to screw whoever we want.

Is there anyone left for me?

Pitt!

Hey! You guys!

I'm in the booth. Over here!

They're going to

see us, the fool!

I did it! It's great!

I'm one of you guys!

Come down here!

I don't understand you!

Speak clearly!

I'm coming. I'm on my way.

Oh sh*t. Michel! Come down!

What's that?

Tonight at Lagrippe Stadium,

support your favourite team,

Caplongue!

And tonight...

Daddy!

- What do they want?

- What is it?

- What do they want?

- Soccer!

Let's give it to them.

Ready? -OK.

- No, no.

- It'll be fine.

Thanks.

Go on, Sam! Go on!

Dad!

Run! Go for it!

Pitt! I did it!

I totally aced it!

That's, Pitt!

I'm one of yours!

Sam!

Don't leave me behind!

Wait for me!

Look out!

Paris Olympique! Paris is magic!

I f***ed him up!

I f***ed him up, Sam!

Hey, Jeannot!

Jeannot, it's Samuel.

Wait, Jeannot. I

know you're mad...

Can't we just talk about it?

Ok. I did a really shitty thing.

Maybe you don't care now...

But I want you to know,

I never found a friend like you.

You were right. Paris is crap.

This is our home.

We'll be together now, OK?

Jeannot?

Open up!

Hey, Teddy?

- Popeye?

- That right. Are you OK?

How are you?

Fine. You take soccer

seriously round here.

Can we go now?

Sure. Jump in.

Who's that talking?

Is it the army?

I told you I had their number.

I don't believe it!

Hey Cleo. You ever seen the

Eiffel Tower in real life?

You fancy going together?

I'd love it.

That huge steel tower, so

fragile and powerful...

To me, it's...

You never shut up, do you?

wiowood, kendari 8/10/2014

Welcome to Caplongue!

This is the bar I took over.

I hired my childhood

pals to lend a hand.

It was tricky to start,

but we get along now.

Just a question of approach.

Paulo! Can you bring me a beer?

Yeah, that's great.

That's the right glass.

Go no, show us what you do.

Now, what do you do first?

There you go,

that;s good, Paulo.

That'll do OK.

OK, here we go.

Stop! Stop!

What a barman, huh?

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