Untouchable Page #7

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No.

- Good, thanks.

- Say hello to Elisa.

See you tomorrow.

Bastien, my friend.

What's up?

So it's true.

- You're leaving.

- Yeah.

Don't worry, I have your number.

I'll call you very soon.

- I know it's gonna be tough for you. Be strong.

- It's a shame.

You know I'm getting your room?

There's a water issue in mine.

I might stay, in the end.

We'd have to get warm in the bed together.

It would be a little too small.

I'm not alone.

Here she is.

- This is Frederique.

- Hello.

Hi.

I get it...

- What?

- I understand, it's your...

So that's why...

Yes.

Well.

I'm not giving you a kiss, then.

I would be up for a threesome you know.

Well... I'm down.

Not now though, I have to leave.

But I can come back.

- I have stuff to do, but I'll be back.

- I'm joking.

Alright...

See you, dudes.

Mr Michel Saloudy.

Keep it on all the time!

Are you mad about Magalie?

No. Nice one.

Nice one, but...

Kiss?

Yes. Sure.

Yvonne.

You're good...

See you.

Yvonne.

Wait.

We won't need that anymore.

Bye.

Watch your foot.

Let's go.

Wait.

What is your bank?

Ok.

Excuse me.

Could you please move your car?

You can't park here.

It's written over there.

- I'm moving.

- Thanks.

I'll call you back.

Why do you mind?

We're not even driving.

It's a matter of principles.

Go on.

Wait for me over there.

What are you doing?

I'm coming.

I can cancel my date you know.

Of course not.

Why would you do that?

Have a good tim.

Everything's fine.

Yvonne? I'm ready.

Good. I'll be here in a minute.

Well, everything's ready.

You just have to serve.

Call me if anything's wrong.

- Call me, ok?

- Yeah.

So if you're ready, I'm gonna serve your meal.

Take these scrubs off.

I feel like in an asylum.

- Alright.

- Do you have a cigarette?

No. I don't smoke.

Not anymore.

To be honest I gave up recently...

and you should do the same.

Even if you're not exercising or something...

it's better for your lungs, your breath.

You're not going to eat.

What the hell!

Come on. Be careful.

I'm sorry.

- Good morning, sir.

- What?

It's the person you asked for...

For the head massage.

It's Mr Jacquet.

Good morning.

Get out!

Leave me alone.

Leave!

- Is it my fault?

- No, non.

He got up on the wrong side of the bed.

'got up on... '.

Idiot.

Moron.

Driss Vassary?

- Yes

- It's your turn.

You've only had your driving license for a month.

Yes, but I've been driving for longer.

I mean I drove in private ways,

out of the roads.

Parking lots...

I'm a good driver.

I read your file.

In your personal evaluation you only

wrote one word:
pragmatic.

Yes.

It is important.

You forgot to mention another important

aspect in our company.

Did I?

You could just take the time

to read the poster line.

Hey, that's a twelve feet rhyme.

Sorry?

You-could-just-take-the-time

To-read-the-pos-ter-line

- That wasn't on purpose.

- Your catchphrase is 'Just in time'.

Oh that's why you put Dali's watches..

A little artistic touch.

Maybe...

- You like paintings?

- I do.

- I like Goya.

- She's alright...

...didn't sing much since Pandi-Panda.

[Chantal Goya is a french children's singer]

Yes.

I'm coming.

I'm on my way.

- Are you ok?

- Yes.

Leave me alone.

Do you need water?

A wet towel?

Get out.

- I mean I can...

- Leave me alone.

There.

- Thanks, dude.

- You're welcome.

- Have a nice week-end.

- You too.

- What's going on?

- He's not doing well.

- Where is he now?

- He was in the garden earlier.

Ok.

So...

What's going on?

What the deal with the beard?

Freud?

Abraham Lincoln?

An old dude, anyway.

Victor Hugo.

You need a good shaving.

Take care of yourself.

It was time I came back.

I'll be here in a minute.

Now what?

Now you let me decide.

Don't you like that?

A sharp fast cut would relieve me.

It's good to see you're doing better.

I did my best.

Open your eyes.

Oh my god.

It's terrible.

- It's really bad.

- No! It looks good.

No.

Look...

leather jacket, without sleeves.

A Village People-like cap.

I know!

Jose Bove.

You look exactly like him.

Really weird. An orthodox priest or something.

- The pope.

- Exactly, the pope.

Come on.

He's crazy.

What are you up to?

- I'm scared.

- No you'll see, it's awesome.

I look like my grandfather.

Really?

Oh Philippe, the moustache is turning me on.

What is happening to me?

- Ok, I'll shave the rest.

- Thank you.

Alright.

No. Please. No.

No.

No

Nein!

- Nein is what you mean.

- I'm not ok with that.

Philippe, ach.

So I'm your toy now.

You know you're mental right?

You have to get help.

Don't you feel like invading countries right now?

Ok, we're getting there...

just shave the rest.

You think it's funny?

Yes, I'm thinking about tetraplegic nazis.

How could they do the sign?

Ok, now you had fun. Shave it.

Heil.

- Hello, sir.

- Hello.

Vassary. I have a reservation at 1.

- Yes. Vassary.

- Follow me.

- Over here.

- Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

So, Philippe.

I'm not staying for lunch.

- Why?

- I'm not leaving you alone.

You just happen to have a date.

A date?

What do you mean?

Don't freak out. It'll be fine.

What the...

Only this time you can't flee.

By the way...

I took my time, but I found it.

Give her my respects.

Driss.

Driss.

What's going on?

Hello, Philippe.

Philippe Pozzo Di Borgo now lives in Marocco.

He's married again, and had two daughters.

Abdel Sellou now owns a company.

He's married and has three children.

Philippe and Abdel remained close friends.

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