Pola X Page #3

You dream of setting fire

to God knows what,

of rising above your times

like a dazzling cloud,

leaving everyone

terrified and admiring.

But you weren't born for that,

Pierre!

You don't even believe it yourself.

Here he is!

She's been waiting for hours.

She was out of her mind

with worry.

She's right there.

Forgive me.

I walked and walked...

The fuses have blown,

she's sure it's her fault.

Forgive me.

You stink.

What?

What's wrong?

She fell, her head.

Her head!

Have you called a doctor?

She throw up

and after she feel better.

She threw up?

She's not hot?

No.

We'll call a doctor tomorrow

anyway.

Quick! In Petrutsa's room!

Pierre...

we must not call police.

No one.

If not,

Petrutsa have to leave France.

It's okay...

Let's try it.

What are you thinking?

The little girl...

Everything.

Come.

What an idiot I am!

I wanted to do right.

"To do right."

What a hoax!

I don't understand.

I wanted to give you everything,

but I have nothing.

We're together, that's everything.

But where?

Where are we?

Outside it all.

Still no official figures

for the bomb blastin the metro

an hour ago,

Three corpses

have been recovered so far,

Here's our correspondent,

Corpses...

Yes, an estimate of three dead,

The tunnel is dark,

the air suffocating,

The metro car,

a mass of mangled metal,

Only one word

can describe the situation, : Hell,,,

What's the matter?

There were corpses...

More corpses, and you were there!

Who told you that?

My poor Belle...

You suffer so much.

I was at the cafe

with the group's leader.

He'll be a good model

for my novel.

He knows it well...

the great lie...

hidden behind everything.

She'd hired a detective to find you.

Your lawyer's looking for you too,

to settle your inheritance.

I don't want anything to do with it,

Augusto.

What about Lucie,

Miss de Boisieux...

Have you had news?

She's been ill.

III?

Your cousin, Mr. Thibault,

is looking after her.

"Mr. Thibault".

Fine.

Shall I tell him where you are?

Never! Not on your life!

Scum!

Stop, Fred!

That bastard can wait.

Save Lucie first.

Lucie, come home with us!

Let go of me!

Let her go, you shits!

- Keep out of it.

- You want to destroy her?

I don't need to account

for my actions!

Stay out of this.

It's family business.

We'll be back!

We'll get Lucie out of here!

Yes, Pierre!

We'll haunt you!

That's her?

How did you find me?

I've come to live with you.

I must be here.

That's impossible.

They think I'm mad but I'm not.

Let me live near you.

I know nothing but I can guess...

like a sacrifice.

I won't ask your secrets.

I'll keep my feelings hidden.

You're in danger,

I have to be here.

We'll say you're my cousin.

Let's try it.

I want only you.

You!

I am not enough for you?

Don't be afraid...

She's been very ill.

She'll stay with us a while.

Poor thing,

she imagines I'm a saint.

Either you've told her our secret,

or...

No!

The secret's still a secret.

Then she's mad!

And you, Pierre?

You're my sister...

whom I adore.

Yes, Pierre.

No, keep it.

You need it to write.

You're very ill.

Lucie, you'll die

if you stay here with us.

No, I'm alive here.

This fever's nothing.

I have it every winter.

I've sent three chapters

of my new book to a publisher,

under a pen-name.

If I get an advance,

we'll move away.

When I'm better,

I'll give lessons in the city.

That will bring in a little.

Do you want a hot drink, Lucie?

No, thank you.

I'll try to sleep a while.

I want to work too.

I can find money for us.

Still no mail for me?

No, nothing.

Are you sure? For Mr. Roc.

Maybe your father put it aside.

No, we always put it there.

No, Pierre.

But I may be able

to solve your problem.

You know how the mystery

that we created around you

and the name Aladin

has helped the book's sales...

Let's stick to our agreement.

After shadows and secrecy:

Exposure, full light.

That's her.

Go back now.

You don't have to do it.

Yes, I do.

Don't go...

He's doing it for you, Lucie.

Everything will be fine.

Good evening and welcome.

You're about to discover the face

and the true identity

of the man

hidden behind the pen-name

"Aladin",

author of "In The Light",

the young generation's cult novel.

Sales up to 200,000 copies.

And now, lights!

Our viewers are now discovering

your face.

So, you are Aladin?

Can I ask you your real name?

Pierre Valombreuse.

Any relation

to Georges Valombreuse,

the well-known diplomat

of the 70s?

I was his son, yes.

I can't remember

where the idea came from,

Could we say your novel,

"In the Light', is a,,,

What motivated that choice?

Let's get back to the book,

The family, the couple,

the power of love,,,

impostor

I can't

Believe it or not...

today, I wrote joyful pages!

Georges Valombreuse

"Rise and Fall of a Diplomat"

Look!

It's him.

But it's him!

Let's go!

Is it deep, down there?

Deep? No doubt.

Are there corpses, down there?

Perhaps friends of mine?

Yes, my only friends

are down there!

What about Petrutsa?

And us?

You!

You, Lucie, are you my friend?

Here, in the secret of your heart,

are you my friend?

And you, Pierre!

You know,

I cut you off from any happiness!

She'll be okay.

They're keeping her overnight.

I doubted her.

She's going to die.

She's going to die.

Pierre! Where are you?

Will you be able to sleep?

Sometimes,

I regret almost my whole life.

...my little brother...

Don't be afraid.

I'm Pierre's cousin.

I was waiting for you to come round.

I'd like to talk to you.

We haven't seen you lately.

This came a few days ago.

Dear "Mr. Roc',

I'm afraid your three chapters

form a raving morass

that reeks of plagiarism,

Belle!

I was on my way to visit you.

Too late.

But someone else came.

Someone else?

I'll be at home all day, alone,

Leave your cult and come

without your b*tch or hounds,

You saw him?

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

But he knows about us.

He knows?

How?

And he told me about her.

I know who she is.

You deceived me.

And Lucie too!

Only normal, I'm an impostor!

He didn't hurt you?

He didn't touch you?

Where is the truth, Isabelle?

Where?

Imposture!

Nothing's left to save.

Don't go there.

He wants to take everything

from you.

I'm leaving!

You're rid of me!

Valombreuse!

Look at him!

Truth incarnate!

Open it.

We're the last.

It'll be good to kill you.

He's my brother!

My brother!

Can you hear me?

Are you with us?

I have always told you truth.

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