Lucky Jo Page #2

pick up your cherries.

- Simon.

- Yes?

- What're you doing?

- Getting cherries.

- You have a basket?

- No.

My favorites are the English variety,

very acidic.

I like these ones.

Ah, Adeline...

I introduce you to Jo.

Pleased to meet you.

"Quomodo Vales", Adeline?

What does it mean?

- "How are you?"

- Why in Latin?

When Napo and Jo were

bored between two cases...

they learned Latin quotes in the

pink pages of the dictionary.

When we spoke Latin nobody

understood and it made us laugh.

But Napo has forgotten everything.

Now I'm all alone with my Latin...

that nobody can get. What a bloody fool!

Sorry, Madame.

It's good bye to adventure,

isn't it, Simon?

Well, I just have to call me a cab

and me, they call me Jo.

- Good bye, Madame.

- Good bye, Monsieur.

You won't find a cab at this hour.

I'll give you a ride. Come on.

You have wrinkles, my dear old Simon.

Milk don't make wrinkles disappear.

34-35.

My cell was number 35-36.

It's funny the way numbers are.

- You're going to see Mimi?

- Or another girl.

Anyway leave the car on Rue Pigalle.

I'll get it tomorrow morning.

Put the keys in the glove box.

- I could bring it back.

- It's no use.

Have a full morning sleep instead.

Of course.

There's no need to see

the old pals every day.

It's like that, Jo.

I know. I've been told.

You didn't prepare the little

good bye gift like the others?

Of course.

Here it is.

- I didn't dare give it to you.

- Let me help you.

I know how difficult it is

for you and painful too...

You know how I like you.

You remember the drunken nights?

Yes. Good bye, Simon.

Hey, old man...

- You can't leave your ride parked here.

- Really?

Yep. It's forbidden

to park in front of this place.

Open your eyes.

So what? The place belongs to you?

And that stupid hat?

It's yours?

Of course it belongs to him.

Look how beautiful he looks with it.

Me I think I prefer him without a hat.

There's something worrying me...

You don't have nice manners...

and tonight I'm on the edge.

Thank you kiddos.

My nerves are alright now.

A brandy.

How a woman can change...

Different hair, different eyes...

Everythings different.

How a man can change...

You have different hair...

Etc, etc...

You don't kiss me?

It's a wig or they're painted?

They're tainted.

- It damages the hair, don't you know?

- It's lies.

You'll see when you're bald.

I will wear a wig then.

I'll see you after the show?

I don't know.

I'm not alone anymore.

I know. So?

I don't know if I can free myself.

OK...

Bye then.

Tougher than tough.

You didn't change a bit.

- If at least you asked nicely.

- I did.

- What?

- I asked nicely.

I said I liked your hair.

Try more nicely.

- With a bunch of flowers?

- Why not?

A bunch of lilies. It's not expensive...

and it has a nice country smell.

- You have finished here for tonight?

- No.

I'm waiting for you here.

- I didn't say yes yet.

- Stop with the manners.

You can't wait for me here.

He'll come.

- Where you staying?

- Nowhere yet.

- I meant one of the musketeers, Napo or...

- I said nowhere.

So, you made up your mind?

- You have a hotel room?

- No.

OK.

I'm calling the hotel where I

used to stay on Avenue de Wagram.

Go there and wait for me. Alright?

Come and see me.

If I'm not there, your loss.

Or maybe I won't be alone...

Don't be nasty with me.

Make you beautiful and rested.

Don't touch.

L---

touch.

Come on. Get out.

No.

Get out now. There he comes.

Alone?

Penniless...

Are you sleeping?

At last...

You see...

You finally came.

You're alone?

Yes.

And I want to sleep.

Don't make noise and let me sleep.

I'm working hard, you see...

That's the reason why I

couldn't come earlier.

You have no reason to be angry.

Why do you sulk?

Why do men always sulk for no reason?

It must be true, you have a lot

of experience now, big girl.

Yes, I'm five years older then you.

What should I have done during these

five years? Some upholstery?

You never asked me anything. I don't

understand why you make a fuss.

You did not only grow up,

you also make much more noise now.

Listen...

Do you think I would act differently

if you were kinder with me?

It would make me happy. That's all.

But nobody's happy to hear

your nasty remarks. Not even you.

And now you make some

psycho-analysis...

under your painted hair.

I had a hard time leaving the club.

I said I had to visit

my sick mother.

How can I be so dumb?

What made me come here?

By foot to boot.

- It was a long walk.

- Why not take a cab?

But maybe you save your money?

- I don't have any money.

- Where is it?

You're such a sucker...

Your darling plays the guitar

and you spit out the money.

I buy myself some affection

the way I can.

But today...

I haven't a penny left

to buy your affection.

Why, lil' Mimi?

You need some affection?

No. Maybe you're a savage but I'm not.

You kid me. You're mean.

And then hop! You want to get laid without

a nice word. Mimi just says no.

There's no hurry...

I'm in a hurry.

You know you begin to

get on my nerves, girl...

After five years of stale bread you think one

wants to recite poetry in front a juicy steak?

No, my darling...

One just wants to chew into the steak.

Without class.

Without a fork.

Without a knife. Just like that.

Alright.

Without a knife...

but no hat either.

Moron! Sh*t!

Stay quiet kiddo!

Stop!

It was an hold-up?

No, it was a joke from the management.

Black 404. 34-35 GC 78.

OK. And then?

All I know is that I hurt one

of them, Mr Inspector,

and then they ran away.

To know the rest of the story, dear

Inspector Odile, we count on you.

So you give me the case,

Mr Chief Inspector?

With great pleasure, dear

Auxiliary Inspector. Thierry...

Find me the 404 and its owner.

And then...

Now it's your business, Inspector.

Go on, Thierry.

I have no hope with the owner.

Probably a stolen car as usual.

Only certainties must be spoken aloud,

dear Auxiliary Inspector.

Keep your guesses for yourself and

don't congest my poor head with them.

Well, dear grumpy Chief Inspector...

it's certainly a stolen car.

Right. The 404 belongs to

a man named Simon Archambaut.

And Simon Archambaut is

one of our old clients.

Great.

Now we could play it like this...

- Jo is here?

- No.

So he brought back the

car and he left.

- Damn Jo.

- So you went to Paris for nothing?

That's it.

- How was Paris then?

- Far from Bougival.

- I'm fixing lunch. You coming?

- Later. I have some urgent work.

Sh*t! What did he do to my ride?

So...

you hasten up to

fill the little holes?

Well, Archambaut...

don't sulk.

I'll resume. We found your

car on Clichy Boulevard.

So we brought it back to

you to see your reaction?

- And then?

- Then...

you'll have to follow us.

We need to have a little chat.

- I have to tell my wife.

- Of course.

- Adeline?

- Yes.

- Hello, gentlemen.

- They're policemen.

It doesn't show at all.

What do we do?

We get angry or we thank her?

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