O Mistério do Samba Page #3

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But Magalie is a Gracieuse too.

No! There are two called Gracieuse?

Ok, so maybe I need...

Can you call the other?

Call her for me, please.

She's more like the Gracieuse I'm after.

Don't stop.

He told me everything.

How you met in Spain,

the tomato greenhouses,

even the trashcans...

When'll he be out?

No idea.

Soon, I hope, but...

I don't know.

I'm glad to hear from him

but two years is a long time.

A lot has happened.

You're still getting married?

He said that?

Yes. Aren't you?

In any case, I like the hand massage.

It's good

because people use their hands a lot.

Every day even.

When they're tired, you massage them.

When you work, massaging your hands

makes them less tired.

People massage backs

but we use our hands, not our backs.

I like to joke.

- Good night.

- See you, girls.

What're you doing here?

Actually... I had an appointment nearby.

So I went to my appointment and...

I was passing, it's on my way.

Since it's my way...

I can take you home.

Ok.

Where's your car?

Well, walk you home.

I don't have a car.

I can carry you if you want.

Where do you live?

Just north of here.

Ok, guys.

Who's done security work before?

You and you.

The others can go home.

You're back-up.

50 euros, hand to hand. Deal?

Deal.

Let's kit you out.

What the hell?

- What's up?

- He fell.

Sure. Put it back.

He keeps falling. See?

The stocks now.

Stop falling, ok.

He's broken.

He's broken. That's why.

I'll mend you later, ok.

- Don't touch.

- I didn't. He fell.

He broke when he fell.

- Love at first sight?

- No, he fell.

Guys!

Down there, guys!

F***!

Keep still!

Run, the cops are coming.

Big guy, run!

The cops are coming.

Get lost!

- Why?

- Get lost, ok!

I'm sorry...

I didn't mean to wake you.

I'm not much of a sleeper.

They sure made a mess of you.

I even like your perfume.

Musk?

I'm not wearing any.

It's looking a bit better.

How do you feel?

I'm ok.

I'll drive you home.

I'm parked there.

You don't want to talk?

It's not that but...

I feel like I'm going off the rails.

I'm screwing up. It's not like me.

You can't tell

but I know about going off the rails.

Actually, I can tell.

- Really?

- Yes.

It's because of a woman.

A woman?

It began in the holding center.

I crossed a line

I should never have crossed.

I see.

Samba, let's clear up

any misunderstandings.

I like you very much too

but I don't think I'm ready.

So I'd like to preserve

a little distance between us

for now.

Sure... But, actually...

No, I...

I don't mean you.

Sorry...

My friend Jonah

sent me to see his girlfriend,

Gracieuse

and I had a massage and all

and I crossed the line.

All right...

Sorry.

I put it badly.

But I like you a lot too.

You're a woman who...

Seatbelt.

I really like you.

I even like your perfume.

Really, I like you a lot.

Enough.

But it's true.

In ten years, I've had a lot of help.

But you're really different.

Different?

Yes.

You're not a law student,

no piercings,

you're under 85...

Well, I think so.

Thanks a lot.

What happened to you?

Why are you here

with a guy like me at 3 am?

You won't say?

It must be serious then.

I had a burn-out.

A what?

A burn-out.

It happens when you work

12 hours a day

with no recognition.

Like a slave.

What kind of job do you do?

I worked... Well, I work for...

a large hiring firm

for the food-processing industry.

It's been 15 years.

In 15 years,

I became someone else.

I got caught in a spiral,

meeting goals, advancing at any cost,

under constant pressure.

Little by little,

I stopped sleeping at night.

My life and my work got mixed up.

I avoided everyone.

No friends, no guy.

And, overnight,

I went overboard.

I blew a fuse.

There, I blew a fuse.

Blew a fuse? But how?

During a hiring session,

a colleague tried to answer his phone

as I was speaking...

And?

It's hard to say.

You have to say it.

I shattered his phone on his head.

Not bad...

I tore out some of his hair too.

No!

I bet that hurt.

It seems so.

He didn't answer his phone?

After that,

I had a stay in a clinic

and discovered I wasn't alone

in letting go like that.

I followed a program.

You paint watercolors,

listen to music...

You even pet horses now and then.

Anything to hold on to.

The charity work

is part of your treatment?

In a way, yes.

Are you better now?

I still pet horses now and then.

See, you are different.

There are side-effects.

Such as?

A sort of reaction.

Excesses, abuse...

It can be food, drink, sex...

What's yours?

Sex.

When I let myself go,

it's a massacre.

Sex?

Let yourself go... A massacre?

What do you do with sex?

I'm kidding.

- Oh, right.

- No, no excess.

Ok.

I can't say yes to excess.

That's pretty.

"Yes to excess."

Yes, it's pretty.

I'm moved.

You're my first burnt-out friend.

I'm pleased.

I'm pleased you're pleased.

Are you sure you were kidding

when you talked about a massacre?

It's not true?

Maybe you do it a little, huh?

- Shall we go?

- Yes.

What happened this time?

You're hurt?

- I'm talking to you!

- My battery was dead.

I saw a friend who had a burn-out.

A burn-out?

What are you talking about?

Don't complicate things with a woman.

It'll mean more trouble.

Stop yelling.

My head hurts and I'm tired.

You're tired?

So go sleep someplace else.

This is my home, not some hotel.

Want me to go?

To leave?

Ok, I'm going.

You're rid of me,

you'll get some peace.

It's all over for me here!

So go back.

They're all waiting for you there.

I'll have more room.

Maybe I can finally find a woman.

- Cut it out now.

- Get off me!

I'm making room here.

For you and your woman!

You want to be an empty-handed loser?

You want to spend your time drinking?

Want to be a failure?

Here.

Take it.

Take it, it's for you.

It's for you, ok.

You can see it's not me.

They don't care.

If they did,

would they find so many workers?

It'll cause us problems.

Here, take it.

Listen, Samba...

Take this card and find yourself work.

It's not fake ID.

I'm lending you mine.

We can't go back like this.

We'll go back as kings,

like we said.

Each with a house by the lake,

side by side, with everything we need.

Trust me. Take it.

You were born in '56?

I didn't know that.

You're old!

Give me that.

If I'm old, give it back.

- It's mine.

- Give it back if I'm old.

How's it going?

Fine.

Remember me?

The Immigration line.

You're confusing me with another guy.

No, I'm not.

Don't freak out. Relax.

All these guys have fake ID.

I have real ID. You're wrong.

Great coat. Going hunting?

Where's your rifle?

Hello, ma'am.

Hello, gentlemen.

I need ten construction workers

and a window-cleaning tandem.

Sewing?

No, no sewing work today.

One, two, three...

Hold on...

four, five... six, seven,

eight, nine and ten. That's it.

Fill out the forms outside, please.

Excuse me.

I have all I need.

And the windows?

- You're from Mali?

- Senegal.

Mali or Senegal

is good for construction

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