I Stand Alone Page #4

No, don't.

I can give you some food though.

- No thanks.

I can give you a place to sleep

every now and then.

If you want. One or two days.

I'll be fine.

I'm really broke you know.

I loaned some money from a guy who

was like a son to me.

He hasn't given it back yet.

Worst of all I'm on welfare.

I can't afford to be in a home.

You know what I'm like.

I'd do it if I could.

But feel free to drop by any time.

If you want.

You'll always get some bread.

How's your daughter?

Fine.

Yeah, OK.

You have to fight for her.

I've always lived like this.

I've always struggled.

I don't have much.

Like I said, welfare.

Feel free to drop by any time.

There'll always be a piece of

bread for you.

Life is a battle, each and every day.

You must fight. And show stamina.

Keep this in mind.

It's the same for me. I fight.

Like I've always done.

Try and get your way out of it.

You're like me.

Born under an unlucky star.

There's rich people and there's poor people.

The poor people have to suffer.

We're part of the poor.

Please visit me again,

I'd like it.

I hope it will be under better

circumstances.

Yeah. Just about enough for a sandwich.

And still.

Ham or cheese. Not both,

and no butter.

It's hot in here.

What am I to do tomorrow?

I can't beg.

Not at my age.

And certainly not in my neighbourhood

Ah, I love my country.

France.

Poor France. Struck

by all misery in the world.

No more factories, no more work.

Only ruins and jobless people.

Damn, I'm hungry.

Not a shop in sight.

Not in a mile from here either.

Might as well stay here.

Save me some money

for food tomorrow.

I'd better go to sleep.

When asleep one forgets his hunger.

Maybe I won't even be hungry

tomorrow.

Sorry, I'm having some problems

running the store.

I'm nearly bankrupt.

Try Antoine's.

Maybe he can help.

I can't do anything for you.

All I can do is give you a steak.

I can't hire you.

What if you...

- No, I can't help you.

But you know the abattoir's

director.

France Chevaline?

- Yes, go ask at the abattoir.

It's terrible.

There's no work to be done.

We hardly sell anything.

I just had to fire someone.

I couldn't afford keeping him.

We're in a crisis.

Listen...

I hate to ask...

...but can you loan me some money?

For a couple of days. Until I find work.

I'm a month behind on the pay checks.

A month!

Can you imagine?

The abattoir was looking for people.

Give it a go.

Try it. Go and see them.

Life is so damn selfish.

Surviving is a genetic law.

It's not right to ask my former

supplier for a job.

Especially if I open up a

store myself later.

Well, that's hardly likely.

Ah it's the least they can do for

me after everything I bought from them.

I think the director liked me.

Even though being nice to one's customers

doesn't mean that much.

In case there is work for me they would

prefer a butcher like me.

I hope he won't ask about the

Arab that took over my store.

When will you pay for the room?

- I'm going to get money.

Dammit.

I'll blow his brains out

if he doesn't stop.

What? It's nothing to be ashamed of.

I have nothing to lose.

I'll go all the way.

I'll do it for the money.

Killing horses may not be...

...exactly much fun,

but it relieves me.

Yeah.

A good steak is what I need.

We've met before.

I used to be a customer, remember?

And you went bankrupt.

Yes.

But anyways...

...butchering horses is easier

than running a butcher shop.

That's partly true.

Listen.

We might need some butchers later.

Have you filled out the forms?

Yes I have.

I don't see your age.

- 50.

Good. Do you have a record?

Yeah. No... I don't.

I've been in prison for

a couple of days.

It was a mistake.

I thought someone had assaulted

my daughter.

I should probably tell you

I've spoken with more candidates.

And this is not just my decision.

Listen, this is what you should do.

Call my secretary...

start next month.

Can't you hire me sooner?

If it were only up to me...

...it would've been done already.

Thank you.

Sorry for keeping you from your work.

- No problem.

What? A queer that treats me like this?

I must be dreaming.

Like I didn't know his wife

ran way from him...

...because one of his employees

was f***ing him in the ass.

All horse butchers know

that Blanchat loves c*cks.

He sure has a good dose of self-esteem

for a damn f*ggot.

I bet his father was

just like him.

Why are so many rich people gay?

Must be the lack of physical labour.

They're complete slackers.

That messes up their genes.

Yeah that's it.

French and their France Chevaline.

It's an insult to us that this

a**hole is a Frenchman.

If we're being controlled by these people

we must be a nation of rich bastards.

The fancier their clothes the worse they are.

Form my ass. I should've slapped

him in the face right away.

I should've kicked in his brains.

Asking about my record.

Does this f*** think I'm

some kind of leper?

He should go to prison and find out

what the real world's made of.

But rich people never go to jail.

Maybe one or two every ten year.

Jail is for the poor.

And laws are for the rich.

The poor can't steal.

Only be stolen from and f***ed over.

Not a problem.

And the white collars...

...can take our money, happiness

and dignity from us.

Each day these frauds

and their sons...

...have their hands in your pockets

and your ass.

Yours, your wife's, your kid's.

And they'll make you smile even.

OK I'll smile.

But after that:
Revenge.

That's what I enjoy most.

France needs people like

Robespierre.

Not those wimps that

are our government.

It's been like that in the country

for centuries. That or worse.

Everyone's too gay

for revolution.

Now all that's left is revenge.

Yeah, like me. And I'll make it

better for everyone.

If Robespierre was a national hero

so will I...

...on a small scale,

by killing all those pigs...

...that don't want to give me

a job because I was in jail.

Does he want me to become a lowlife

that sucks his dick for a dime?

I'll show him real violence.

The 50 years of humiliation

that I've had...

...he'll get in six minutes.

Six minutes of pure agony.

Unfortunately he won't be

able to learn from the experience.

His family will pay the price.

And his friends.

Rich people always have friends.

I have no friends.

Only my gun.

Look, a bar.

I'll drink to that f***er...

...that doesn't know he just signed

his own death certificate.

Yeah, I've got some money left.

About eleven Francs.

I know what tomorrow will be like.

I'll wait for him tomorrow night,.

at the gate, and follow him.

The moment he sees me he gets scared.

He speeds up his pace when

I get closer.

How are you? Finished your work for today?

It must be exhausting to refuse

giving people a job all day.

Boy you sure know how to humiliate

people form behind your desk.

You do remember me, right?

You have a house, a car, clothes

and your money in the bank.

Of the 35 years I've worked

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