Lolo Page #7

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he'll become the richest

man in France, but...

Until then,

I think all he wants

right now is a friend,

the warms,

the touch...

Just waking up

next to a woman...

or two.

Jean.

Jean-Ren!

Wake up.

What is it?

Who are they!?

Get the hell out!

Violette!

Who are you?

Violette, wait!

Violette, my love!

Hold on, sweetheart. Wait!

Don't touch me!

Marius?

Are you okay?

Marius?

I don't know these people.

Tell Them to leave!

Get dress!

Hold on...

I have no idea how they

got into our bed.

Your perversed hick literature!

Calm down.

And your hick clothes!

Sorry,

we just wanted to be nice.

Wanted to help.

You have

such a tragic life.

Tragic Life?

What did you tell them?

Your brush with death

gave you new perspective.

I've gotten new perspective too!

I don't know them!

Sorry.

We are so sorry.

We didn't want to cause any trouble.

Get out!

- This is ridiculous.

- Yes, ridiculous.

So drunk you forgot

screwing them!

No. Wait, wait, my love.

Wait, wait.

Take your hands

off me!

How can you think I be interested

in two two 20-year old blondes?

Honestly?

Ah!

I see now.

"Take your time.

Catch the later flight."

"I have a super

important meeting at 8."

Oh f***, 8:
20!

I have to go!

I gotta go!

My big meeting's 20 minutes ago.

The meeting of a lifetime.

When I get back,

we'll work out what happened.

Or didn't happen!

Nothing happened!

- Run, you coward!

- I don't know them.

- I love you.

- I don't.

- I don't love you!

- My love!

Violette, I love you.

I'll be back!

What happens?

What the hell are

you doing here?

I lost the keys to Lulu.

We were... I mean I was

a little drunk last night.

What's the deal

with the keys again?

And the 2 chicks

in my bed with Jean?

Two chicks?

No idea!

Oh year,

they were with me.

I brought them home

last night.

Maybe they went to pee

and got our rooms mixed up.

Got the rooms mixed up?

Bullshit!

It's insane,

you're covering for him.

Male comradery's more important

than your mother?

Chill out,

it's no big deal.

you show him Paris,

parties, models. It's new for him.

Put yourself in his shoes.

He's like a kid exploring

a huge toy store.

I don't get it.

I thought he loved me.

Don't be so

melodramatic.

What did you expect?

To grow old together

sitting by the fire?

Yes.

I'm so naive.

I fell for it.

It sucks when you

can't laugh about things.

It hurts me

to see you like this.

I'd love for you to

meet a really nice guy.

It'd change your

shitty life.

Don't answer!

It's me.

Those girls were

your son's doing.

I swear on my life.

I love you.

- Hurry!

- I'm sorry.

- Where were you? Been waiting forever.

- I know. I know.

Sorry,

a slight hiccup.

This is Mr. Dutertre,

COO of France Rural Credit, Europe.

He's here specifically to

inaugurate the new system.

You're very late.

The pleasure's all mine.

I am very proud...

to present to you

my new software

that will connect

FRC's complete trading network.

The computer program,

Mr. Dufour.

You won't be disappointed.

It has taken almost

20 years' of hard work.

According to my simulations...

Simulations.

You'll waste 10...

Save!

You'll save...

20-10...

10-20 milliseconds

per transaction.

My pleasure!

The gain in speed adds up

to millions per euro

Adds up to millions of euros

per day... of euros.

Millions of euros per day.

I'm very happy

to contribute to the success

of the Rural Credit

and its stock holders.

Rural, rural people.

What the...

This is not possible.

A small glitch,

nothing serious.

- It's not possible!

- Crashed.

Shut it off.

Reboot the computer.

- "Eat my sh*t you capitalist pig"

- Is this a joke?

- Hey! Dispatch?

- What the hell?

Shut it down,

stop trading!

It's a virus!

Are you sure?

You must be joking.

Call IT!

Implement the emergency protocol

right away.

Dufour,

what's going on?

- Stop him!

- He's the culprit!

Stop him!

Ariane, pickup!

What are you doing?

Shagging again?

Ever since you met your Greek,

you've been ignoring me.

It's horrible. I found Jean-Ren

with 2 hookers in my bed!

I'm going to the pharmacy

for anti-depressants,

tranquilizers... the work!

Call me back.

"Itching Powder"

My alarm clock!

What the hell!

Sh*t!

"Renaud"

Jean-Ren.

Oh! The bastard!

Hm, Dumbo...

Poison.

He is sick.

This is Violette.

Leave a message after the beep.

Violette, I have proof.

It was your son all along.

He's in the shower.

I'm in his room with his journal.

He wants me dead.

He planned to poison me with polonium.

The itching powder

was his doing.

He drugged me

at the charity gala.

The girls, that was him.

It's all him.

He gave me a D,

then a C, then a B!

It drove him nuts

that we are falling in love.

He's destroying my life.

He installed a virus

into my computer program.

I'm gonna kill him!

Gonna kill me?

How will that fix you with

my mother and your work?

Itching powder?

How old are you?

Itching powder

is timeless.

I feel your pain and

I can offer you a deal.

Me too!

My painting!

My painting, f***!

My painting!

Say sorry

and I'll let go!

Apologize!

Mommy's little Lolo!

I'll let go!

- Say sorry!

- Let me up, a**hole!

- Say sorry!

- Never! Screw you!

- Let go of me!

- Sure.

Jean-Ren Brave,

with a misleading name

was arrested for willful

destruction of property and assault,

Jean-Ren Brave

the author of

the computer virus

"Eat my sh*t,

you capitalist pig",

which translates as,

"Mange ma merde,

cochon de capitaliste".

The virus shuts down

France Rural Credit,

one of the country's

biggest bank.

Jean seems to be

a cyber terrorist

who infiltrated banking circles

posing as a nice,

or rather,

a 'brave' software developer.

As usual in cases like this,

the media has overreacted.

We ruled out Chinese

or Russian cyber terrorism...

Damn.

He's famous.

Thanks to me.

I wanted to thank

all our customers...

Except that

he's now in jail.

I'm not connected to

cyber terrorists.

My computer

was hacked into.

What proof do you have?

Can you get the system

up and running again?

Give me 48 hours,

system administrator password

and a computer connected

to Rural Credit. Please.

Patrick.

The doc's here

for his plaster.

Oh f***!

Which hacker group

are you with?

Any link to

Assange or Snowden?

I am a computer programmer.

I'm not posing as anyone.

You working for

a Chinese bank?

- Who then?

- Nobody.

Please, Mr. Brave,

what is the virus?

What is this loser doing here?

- Motherf***er!

- Bastard!

Psychosis paranoid.

He blames everything on Lolo.

Just think,

a cyber terrorist!

He was in deep cover

and you ate it all up.

Ur...

Lolo stormed out,

saying I only bring nuts home.

He doesn't feels safer

here anymore.

Why did they both

go off the rails?

I guess you just

never got lucky.

No.

I didn't tell you,

Lolo caught J.R.'s elbow in the ribs

and they have been hurting ever since.

He finally told me today that

he has a bruised pancreas

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