I Stand Alone Page #3

The kid is better off dead...

...than being stuck with

those two.

I bet the cow's going to be sick.

Yeah. I better not go back.

Not tonight. Never again

It's over.

I'm better off on my own...

...than to have to see those two.

I'm not responsible for

all the misery in the world.

No. I'm starting all over,

alone, in Paris.

If it means I'll have to be an a**hole

that's how it is then.

A downright a**hole.

I can do it.

It's the only way to win.

I've lost too much damn time.

Besides I have a gun now.

I hope you like good music.

I'll take you along to Northern Paris.

Okay?

Damn Paris can be dull...

...but the rest's even worse.

How can people live in such

a place for their entire lives?

Those peasants are probably

totally different from me.

Okay. Yet another chapter in the

life of our poor man.

How he got out of two

spiders' webs.

I feel better already.

Left all that crap behind now.

I don't know how to survive

on just 300 Francs.

First I need shelter.

Besides, I've got friends.

Well I have to see about that.

At least I'm around

real people again.

Somehow I get the lucky feeling

I should go with my instincts.

Have to be careful not

to run into the police.

I bet the cow's playing

poor old casualty by now.

She might have told some of my

Parisian friends even.

Yeah, I'll have to watch my step.

At least the police will

never find me here.

I was in a nightclub.

There she was. We looked at each other.

Could you give me the room on 2nd floor

the one with a view of the street?

Have you been here before?

- Fifteen years ago.

Room number 26.

After that you pay me 60 Francs for

each additional night.

...I could eat her up.

I couldn't stop.

She started banging and wanking.

I went at it like a raging bull.

And she screamed. I f***ed her to pieces.

An incredible evening.

Your room, Sir.

So I'll pay for tonight...

...and we'll see about tomorrow.

Very well.

It's strange to be back

in this room again.

Standing in front of the bed

my daughter was made in.

Her mum sure was a fine shag.

If I'd known that she'd

abandon me and the girl...

...I wouldn't have popped.

But there's no way back. I blew

my load and now I have a daughter.

Even though her mother is dead...

...I still have my memories

of all the afternoons on this bed.

A real woman is beautiful.

But most of them are cranky

because they don't have a cock.

For f***'s sake...

...the woman left me and the kid

for a Portuguese guy.

Women can be so damn pitiful.

Because they don't have a dick

they feel superior to men...

...when betraying him with another

cock. Especially when he's richer.

After having shagged her...

...the prince threw her out

like rotten cheese.

She'd been mean, but clever enough

to realize that she had.

The past always retaliates.

You always pay for what you've done.

And if she threw herself in front of

the subway

...I couldn't help it.

She got what she deserved.

Jesus Christ, being broke isn't easy.

But having no one to rely on

that's what's really harsh.

The less you have,

the more you are ignored.

I can always tell them I'm a father,

that I had my own shop. That I'm a good person.

The hotel owner,

my so-called friend...

...the bartender,

they don't care.

When they see you're broke

they just kick you out.

In the most humiliating way.

Instead of helping a guy out

of his troubles...

...they kiss some rich man's ass

and hope for some money.

That's why they're always

talking bullshit

I'd rather be poor and honest.

Someone please give me a job

so I can buy my steak.

Other than that leave me alone.

Not exactly happiness but it'll do.

How stupid of me to visit

on closing day.

I wonder who I can mooch off next...

No I won't do it.

I won't lower my standards to begging.

Need to have some self respect.

I could always sell the gun tomorrow

Should be good for 200 to 300 Francs.

Morning. A cup of coffee please.

Can I have a cup of coffee please?

For mint tea try across from here.

I didn't ask for mint tea.

Didn't get my supply today.

- You've already served some people.

I just told you I didn't

get my supply today.

How stupid.

You've just told me you didn't get

your delivery but did serve some.

Be polite. You're here at my place.

- I am being polite.

And I'm not at your place, I'm at a bar.

Please serve me.

Listen, I do respect you.

- You have to serve me.

Don't give me trouble.

Get your brown ass out of here.

You should go back and see...

...your old butcher shop.

Why?

Well, the Arab's fantastic.

The shop's always full.

Sometimes he can't serve everyone.

To think about how your life changed.

You were pretty good.

How come you ended up like this?

You look terrible.

Yeah.

- Well that's easy: I don't have a job.

Too bad. And it'll only get worse.

Thanks a lot.

Let me tell you what to do.

Go to the employment office.

You look kind of pale to me.

Unless you want to end up

in the gutter...

...you'll have to do something.

Get a grip on life again.

What kind of work would you like?

- I'm a butcher.

We have no butcher work right now.

- What about pork butchers?

Same situation.

Please come back again in a while.

Thanks.

You... I'm sure

you like to have fun.

Of course.

Well...

Wait...

I'll take you somewhere.

What does that guy want?

Is he a fag or just jealous

that she wants my dick?

Why not. She's not my type

but I can't refuse.

She looks young. And hot.

I hope I can get it up.

If not...

...I can always say that it's

because I'm a sentimental guy.

What's going on?

I've beaten up little

sluts before.

It's an exchange, you know?

I mean... I'm going to give you energy.

And warmth.

It's an exchange

of fluids...

...even though our energy

has a different colour...

You're not going to give me money.

Are you?

Am I right? Yeah?

You're going to give me energy.

Because I'll give you energy.

Do you agree?

You do agree, right?

Show me your arm.

You feel nice.

Look, I'm getting hard.

Papa...

You won't hurt me, will you?

Come.

Yes, come.

If she had let me have my way.

But no. Complete misery.

A b*tch.

They're all the same.

Same position,

same scene, same stench.

And I've even paid for it.

This is not good, butcher man.

This is not good at all.

Wake up. Quick.

I'm going to look up old Roland.

He's always been my best customer.

I hope he hasn't retired.

He always wanted to.

I bet good old Roland's

saved some money.

I hope that slut hasn't

given me an STD .

That's the only thing missing,

a dick covered in pus.

Last time was in the army,

thank God.

No I can't.

It's always this or that.

We can't live like this.

But he's a friend isn't he?

He is. But there are more

friends in the world.

Especially when they ask for favours.

That's life.

- Tell him I dropped by.

I will.

But I don't know if he'll be happy.

You've come at a bad time.

I cannot help you with money.

Not even 200 Francs?

- Want me to empty my pockets?

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