I Stand Alone Page #5

I have nothing left.

All that's left of my life

isn't what's on your form...

...it's my gun.

Oh, you're not used to guns.

Well, I'm not used to cash.

I would've wanted a normal

life myself.

After 35 years of work and honesty...

...my supplier treats me like

I'm a criminal.

OK, Mr. Boss. I've lost.

I'm a piece of sh*t.

But I do have a gun.

I'm not afraid.

I have the last word.

I'll put the gun to his neck

and watch his gay face twitch.

Shitting yourself yet?

Why are you such a wimp?

Because I'm jobless?

Or is it my record?

Do you know what the jobless says?

F*** you.

Of all races in the world...

...one must go.

Can you guess which?

Yours. A**holes and

traitors.

I'll raise my gun and blow his

brains out. Are you listening now?

And I'll shoot again.

I can hear him scream: No! No!

How's that, Mr. Boss?

Life can be violent.

You didn't expect this, did you?

How much do I owe you?

- 12 Francs.

How about 11.20?

What's wrong with you?

Do you want to suck my dick?

Do you want to suck my dick?

Poor sod.

N*gger fag.

I said:
N*gger fag.

Get the f*** out.

- I didn't do anything wrong.

Did you hear me? Off you go.

- I didn't do anything.

F*** of.

- I didn't do anything!

Get the f*** out, a**hole.

- Don't piss me off.

Do you see this gun?

Leave my son alone.

I won't shoot you in the ass

but in the head, punk.

Piss off.

Piss off or I'll blow your brains out.

It's OK.

It's OK.

P*ssy.

You don't understand sh*t.

Whose b*tch are you?

Piss off a**hole.

He's crazy.

This f***er thinks he runs the show.

Where did he come from?

- He's drunk.

The barkeeper was nice enough

just to wave his gun around.

I would've pulled the trigger.

You're a tough one.

- An alcoholic.

Another round, barkeep.

Just one?

- Yeah, for me and my mates.

A**holes. I'm going to get my gun.

They don't know me yet.

Don't know who I am.

Don't be afraid of using violence.

It's a man thing.

I have to handle this

nice and quick.

I'll show them my country's justice.

They'll bow to the gun.

No justice without revenge.

I won't bring in the cops.

I must let justice rule.

Death to those punks.

No mercy.

A bullet in their empty heads...

...and that's two less

parasites in the world.

F***. I need to check the gun.

Three bullets left.

One for the barkeeper. One for his son.

And one more for the a**hole that called

me an alcoholic. Respect I'll get.

I must get my aim straight on the

first two shots.

I don't know what sewer they came out of

but they don't look French.

The father wore a crucifix. Maybe he's

Spanish or a Porto farmer.

Some change their name and religion

just to infiltrate France.

But I'm French and I'll teach

them some dignity.

Come outside.

Are you coming outside old f*ggot?

Are you coming or what?

Hey, are you coming outside, p*ssy?

I'm talking to you!

You don't have the guts, do you?

Are you coming, p*ssy?

I'll show you who I am.

F***.

cock lover!

You'd think the world's civilised

but it's a jungle.

And in the jungle you better be

with the strong animals.

Or you're a prey...

...that has to constantly

run for its life.

It all depends on luck

when you're born.

Or you're born poor and have to

submit to the force of others.

Standing in the queue, being humiliated.

But sometimes you get violent.

Or you're born rich

and you take care of your money.

Pretending to love your wife,

kids and friends...

...just like they pretend

to love you.

But as soon as your life or your house

burns down...

...and have nothing left to give,

your so-called friends...

...will all crush you, in silence.

To "help" you.

Which is exactly what they like to do.

The worse your situation is,

asking for help...

...the better they'll feel.

And crush you.

I don't think I'll ever

get things straight.

My time has come. I've collapsed.

I'm in deep sh*t,

complete and utter sh*t.

But I'm not afraid. On the contrary.

I'm not asking anyone for help.

I'll go on right until the end.

I'll dig a tunnel

right though all this crap.

That's my goal. Go on until the end.

My entire life's been

one giant piece of sh*t...

...wanted by my mother

who loved to get laid...

...whose face I've never even seen.

Say that again, f***ing ape.

Say that again if you're a man.

I'm going to f***ing shoot you.

The blood's gushing out of this

f***er's head

He wants to cry for help,

but no one's coming.

Only his damn son.

F***er.

The third bullet is for my friend

at the abattoir.

I'll go into his office

and give him my form.

You went bankrupt.

After I've finished them,

I have to kill myself.

Nice suicide for the butcher.

Because I'll die anyway

I might as well do whatever I want.

No more punishment, no more crime.

Some fun is forbidden...

...just because a**holes in a

priest outfit or a tie say so.

But I don't like them.

They've ruined my life.

In the name of morality they've

betrayed me.

So why shouldn't I

kill myself now?

Three more bullets.

If I keep one for myself...

...I'd still have two

for the others. Yeah.

No one's going to miss me.

They'd probably feel relieved.

Yeah, I could die

and that's it.

The void, like before I was born.

What about Cynthia? Can I

leave her behind just like that?

Without saying goodbye?

Would I get her kicked out

to become a bum...

...to be f***ed and beaten up by

the rest of the bums in Paris?

No.

I'm her father.

Even if she'd been a mistake,

it's my responsibility.

Ah, yeah. That pig from the abattoir.

I'm going to kill him like no man's

ever been killed before.

Make him suffer as much as possible.

So I'll enjoy it as much as possible.

He's going to pay for

all that deserve to die...

...but who I can't kill.

Even if he's not the worst.

If I had to kill an a**hole,

he's the biggest prick I know.

And today I'm going to blow his

queer head to pieces.

It's the only way of getting

my dignity back...

...and my joy in life.

There is no other solution.

It's clear now.

Every man his moral. Every man

his justice.

And mine is on its way.

So you see I came back.

I'm taking her to the Eiffel Tower.

Have a nice day.

Thank you.

She sure has changed these

last months. I hardly recognize her.

Maybe in a couple of years she

will look like her mother.

What will I look like in 10 years?

I bet I'll be long dead.

It would be nice to know

what the future brings. Who knows?

If we're lucky we'll have

World War 3.

And all the a**holes around me

will be blown to bits.

Why France and not the rest?

We're not worse than the Germans.

Well, Germany should be destroyed.

They're all Nazis

or sons of Nazis.

Nazis killed my father.

of Germany by the Russians.

Give them a warm hand.

Why am I making this all up?

Tonight I will no longer

be on this planet.

I'm sure.

But she doesn't know.

It's strange.

How quickly a life passes, and

all for nothing. Strange.

She's so still,

like she's afraid of something.

I bet she can feel we're not

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