Untouchable Page #5

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- See, I'm deciding to leave now.

- Leave!

God damn it.

Replace this picture with

the other one.

Please post it yourself,

and be discreet.

As you want.

Now throw the other picture in the thrash.

I'm loosing it.

She's driving me crazy.

- What's wrong?

- Your daughter is.

- I was painting...

- You were... what?

Yes, whatever. I wanted to tell you...

She needs to cool it...

otherwise I will slap her.

- Alright, cool it a little.

- No, I'm not cooling anything!

Am I not your arms and your legs?

Yes.

Well I want to be your hands too.

So she can get what she deserves.

Since you can't really do anything

besides driving your chair over her.

Driss, don't you think you're exaggerating.

Yvonne.

Yvonne...

Well...

She might need a light admonition.

A light one?

She's 16, dressing and painting

her face outrageously.

She's also making out with the

annoying dude all over the house.

But that's none of my business.

It's her education.

What I have a problem with is

how she despises everyone.

How she talks to me. To you!

What are we? Slaves?

So if you let me, I'll give her

a lesson right now.

Alright, I get it. Let me take care of it.

Then take care of it.

Fast.

I'm gonna break something...

He's painting? What is he painting?

I have no idea.

Get up, Philippe.

Fits you like a charm.

Right.

You need to respect the people working for me.

It's unacceptable. Do you understand?

I think she doesn't. Toughen up.

By the way I don't want to see this

dude here anymore.

- God I get it! Leave me alone.

- I won't leave you alone.

Do I need to drive my chair

over you to make you obey me?

That's it. We're getting there.

- You did that?

- Yeah.

I love it.

I'm not saying I would hang it

at my place...

but it's...

How much do you think we'll get from it?

We'll see.

We'll see more or less?

It's...

- What the hell?

- What?

- I wasn't gonna use the tongue.

- You're retarded.

Can't you go faster?

I can't run in these conditions.

- I'm at the maximum.

- The maximum... it's way too slow.

I can do 9 miles per hour.

Is 9 miles/hour ok?

Is it the best he can do?

Can't we get more?

- It's the maximum.

- It'll do.

Oh yeah...

No, no.

Stick to the ear.

There.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Hi Yvonne.

No he can't hear me.

Yvonne, trust me.

Ok.

We'll be home at 8:30.

Yes, we'll be on time Yvonne.

- What's up? She's freaking out?

- Yeah.

It's your surprise birthday again.

It's half an hour earlier.

She's all stressed out every year.

She's inviting all my family, every

year it's exactly the same deal.

They're mostly coming to see if

I'm still alive.

Just checking.

And I pretend to be surprised.

Everyone's doing their best.

But in the end we're all really bored.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Would you mind changing seats?

I called this one.

I would mind indeed.

Oh believe me you'll do it

Come on! Just shift to the left.

There.

Very nice of you.

The suit makes you look like another man.

It looks good.

You look like Barack Obama.

Really?

She has the hots for me.

Barack Obama.

How cool is that.

It's a bit like someone called you...

Mitt Romney for instance.

Raffarin.

Or George Bush.

What are you doing?

You're gonna miss the concert.

Leave me alone.

- Are you menstruating or what?

- Get out.

What's up?

Elisa.

Elisa.

- Leave me alone, goddammit.

- What did you take?

What did you do?

- Where did you find this?

- In Yvonne's purse.

Imodium?

What was your plan?

Suicide?

- You're just gonna stop pooping for 3 months.

- Leave me alone!

Wait... you took Ibuprofen too?

You're gonna die!

It's dangerous!

What should we do?

Call 911?

Why would you do that?

It's Bastien.

- What about him?

- He dumped me.

He doesn't care about me.

He called me a slut.

That's not ok at all.

Nobody would care if I died anyway.

Bullshit! Stop saying that.

Let's join the party.

Can't you go see him?

Talk to him?

- To who?

- Bastien. I'll pay you.

What do you mean you'll pay me?

You've really lost it!

Do you think I have time to deal

with childrens' heartaches?

- Please.

- Talk to Bastien?

Paying me?

Who do you think you're talking to?

Please, Driss.

How much?

You're silly.

Well, there's something.

There's a particular touch to it.

But I mean... 11000 euros for an

unknown artist seems like a lot.

Hmm...

On the other hand, if I don't buy it

it's going to be worth the triple in a year...

And you'll tell me:

'I told you'.

Am I right?

Hmm.

- You told me he has a gallery in London?

- Berlin.

Berlin?

Well that's...

I don't know...

Come on, give me something.

Does she have someone?

Yes. Fred.

What about Fred?

They've been together for two years.

But it's an on and off thing...

There's a lot of tension.

Right now...

I know it's not going that well.

- Maybe because of me.

- Yup.

- Did she say something about me?

- No.

Alright, of course she did.

A little bit.

Yes! I knew it! She's got the hots for me.

What, you're spoofing me?

- No.

- Laugh as much as you want.

One day Magalie will be in my bed.

Hope well and have well.

Careful with the appetizers,

given your stomach issues...

I'm not a doctor, but I know if

you take Imodium, something's wrong.

Pardon me. Please...

Can I ask you a favor?

A little piece for me?

No, Philippe! We were chilling.

Yes.

Vivaldi, the Fours Seasons

You'll see, you'll like it.

What about that? Don't tell me

you don't feel anything.

Nope. Nothing.

Not at all.

For me, it's not music if you

can't dance to it.

Let's try something else.

Yeah. I know this one.

It's a commercial!

For coffee, right?

I shall leave thee now.

I am expected by the king at the castle.

I'm taking the minstrels there.

Let's go.

I'm a brave and good knight.

Wow, that's creepy...

It's about naked dudes...

They're running naked in the fields.

And giggling...

Alright, alright...

Bach was badass.

I'm sure he got all the chicks with his music.

It's the 18th century's Barry White.

Oh I know this one.

Everyone know it.

Of course.

"You have reached the Paris unemployment agency"

"All our lines are currently busy"

"The estimated waiting time is: two years"

Isn't it Tom and Jerry?

Tom and Jerry...

What a jerk.

Help!

Help!

Now it's my turn. We listened to your classics,

let's listen to mine.

'Earth, Wind & Fire'.

I told you about them. So good!

It's something else.

That's something else for sure.

Am I right?

Driss.

- Driss.

- I can't hear you.

Come on, dance for Philippe's birthday.

Come on. for Philippe.

There.

So...

With all that I didn't give you my present,

it arrived this morning.

I didn't want to ruin the party,

if she was ugly or something.

You never know.

But at least she responded.

Well... Good night!

Alright, I'll open it...

So?

She does not look like a dog.

Not at all.

Oh damn...

It must be the only northern girl

with all her teeth.

There's a note with it.

'I'm coming to Paris next week. I'm waiting for your call. '

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