Untouchable Page #6

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'Dot dot dot. '

You know what 'Dot dot dot' means, right?

What does it mean?

- That's good?

- Of course it's good, she wants you.

One dot, two dots, three dots,

she wants you, end of the story.

She wants me...

Feels good, doesn't it?

- I'm too excited to sleep.

- But you will.

I'm putting the picture here.

She's watching you sleep.

There.

Good night, Philippe.

Sweet dreams.

Let's try the hat again.

- Not bad.

- No.

No. He looks like a chimney sweeper.

He can't be dressed too classic.

- What did I just say?

- Ok, so it's too classic.

Forget the hat.

Regular or fancy?

There's something.

It works.

- What about this?

- Stop laughing.

- Let's go horse-riding...

- Come on.

Yvonne will take me there.

I'll go alone.

- Really?

- It's ok.

Yes. I'll manage.

Alright.

I think I'm freaking out a little.

Don't worry, noone can tell.

b square?

I found 20, not b squ...

Hey.

Go take a walk, funny hair.

- So Bastien... You remember me?

- Yeah.

- Oh yeah?

- What's wrong?

I heard what you told Elisa.

It's not very nice.

- I didn't say anything...

- Shut up.

Now you'll act like a man and apologize.

- I'm sorry, man.

- Hands off me.

- Not to me, to her!

- Ok, to her.

And you'll bring her croissants every morning.

- Plain or with butter?

- What?

- Plain or with butter?

- Whatever. I don't care.

Do as you want, but do it right.

- You be nice.

- Yes. I'll be very nice.

Now move. Move!

And take care of your hair.

Put a hair clip or something.

What time is it?

Should I loose the hat?

Yeah. That's better.

What time is it?

It's not changing that fast.

I'd like a whisky.

Yeah.

Please.

One more.

I don't if it's a good idea...

Make it a double.

Sir, a double whisky please.

- Hello.

- Hello, Driss.

What are you doing now?

Are you busy?

I'm working out.

How's it going?

Don't you want to get away?

No questions?

No. No questions.

- You want to leave?

- Yes.

Where are we going?

Get some fresh air.

Get some fresh air.

I'll be there after a shower.

We're going. Take the hat.

- But ti's barely 6.

- We're going.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

Give him so champagne too.

It'll help him relax.

- I'm not stressed out.

- Really? - No.

It's only us?

The other people didn't come?

It's just us.

Ok, I'm a little nervous.

Why?

I don't know.

We both know you're not the luckiest person.

The accident...

The chair...

Your wife.

It's Kennedy-like scary.

- Miss.

- Yes?

Can you give him the package?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Why?

What's that?

That's what you're worth in the art business.

I got 11000 euros for your painting.

You shouldn't stop, you have

a hell of a talent. - Yup.

That's a good deal.

I knew it.

I felt it.

It was instinct.

With the music and all...

It all blended...

And then, an epiphany!

I saw a light.

Ok, stay humble will you?

What was that?

Nothing. Just a hole in the cabin.

Philippe, tell me if something's wrong.

It was very nice knowing you.

No Philippe, I don't like these jokes.

Really

You're used to drama, but I'm not.

You have to be really insane to do that.

A little bit.

I'll tell you something, Philippe.

- You're a maniac.

- Really? I didn't know that.

- Now you get Driss ready.

- Sure.

Right. In your dreams.

I'm not doing any of this.

I'll be waiting for you over there.

I'll take pictures...

'Get Driss ready... '

How are you gonna take pictures?

Laugh all you want. I'm not doing this.

- I don't want to anymore.

- Wait.

- Take it off.

- Wait, wait.

I don't have to anyway, right?

Wait, what's going on?

Is something wrong?

Oh man.

F***.

Why is it going higher?

What's going on?

Oh my god.

Hey, Driss!

Relax, for god's sake.

I'm relaxed, can't we get down now?

I've seen it,it's cool. I'm done.

What the hell!

What is happening now?

Come on, Driss.

Listen to this.

Where can you find a tetraplegic?

Where can you... I don't know.

Where you left him.

Awful.

You're awful.

Driss, someone's here for you.

What are you doing here?

Why did you hide this?

- You answer the question.

- How did you find me?

The unemployment agency sent this.

It mentions the address.

- And what's that?

- Nothing. Let it go.

- What did you do?

- I fell from my scooter.

- From your scooter?

- Yeah.

Bullshit. Get up.

This way.

Damn.

That's your room?

- Tell me what happened.

- Nothing.

- Tell me.

- It's none of your business.

How is it not my business?

You're hiding here but it's none of my business?

We were only four and they screwed us.

But don't worry, they're gonna pay.

You're not gonna make anyone 'pay'.

Does mom know?

No.

- Don't worry, I have it covered.

- You have nothing covered.

- You're a pain in the ass.

- Right.

Now you stay here and you don't

touch anything.

- Can I lie down?

- You don't touch anything!

Alright, I got it.

Moron...

I'm telling you, he's with me.

Stop crying Nina.

He's not wounded, it's just a scratch.

He's fine.

Calm down, Nina.

Nobody's killing anybody.

It's only words.

Meanwhile I can't take care of him.

I'm working.

No, don't tell her.

You go crying in your room if you want,

but you don't tell her anything.

I think it's time for bed.

I'm gonna stay up for a bit.

Sit down.

Sit down here.

What do you think of that woman?

- She looks hot.

- What else?

Can we go upstairs now...

I have something to deal with...

I imagine her getting up...

and turning around...

so that I can finally see her face.

The boy looks like you.

- Adama?

- Yes.

I saw him earlier.

I think if I had crossed him in the street,

I could have told he was your brother.

That's weird.

Why?

Because he's not my brother.

Really?

It's complicated.

Is he your brother or not?

Ok. I get it.

Let's go.

My parents...

they're not really my parents.

They're my uncle and my aunt.

They came to get me in Senegal

when I was 8.

They couldn't have children, so they

went to see a brother who had a load of them.

They took the elder.

Me.

I was called Bakary.

That's my real name.

But there were several Bakarys in the

neighbourhood so they called me Idriss...

somehow it turned into Driss.

Then what?

Then out of nowhere my mother...

I mean my aunt...

she got pregnant twice.

Then my uncle died.

And then there were other guys,

other children.

I told you it's complicated.

About Adama. Don't you think he

needs a light admonition?

He came to get you, didn't he?

Driss.

I think it's the end of the road.

You weren't going to push a disabled's

chair your whole life anyway.

And since you worked well, you'll

get unemployment again.

Enough.

Let's go.

Come on.

Yeah.

Vassary Bakary. Bakary Vassary.

It's beautiful.

Very poetic.

It has an alliteration.

- Do you know what an alliteration is?

- No.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Bastien. Thank you.

Oh we're having a brunch tomorrow.

Could you bring something more...

Of course.

- Goodbye Yvonne.

- You didn't forget my little treats, did you?

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