Time to Leave Page #2
Why do you talk to her that way?
She's not well, she's fragile.
I'm fragile too
What's wrong with you?
Drive me home please; I'm drunk.
I broke my spectacles.
it's ok, calm down...
Are things ok with Sacha?
Normally, neither good nor bad.
We're gonna split.
Sh*t! Why?
Like all couples, passion dies,
routine takes over...
Does he still live with you?
He's out of work, no money.
If he needs a place,
tell him about your aunt's spare room.
It will be cheap.
Ok, thanks.
What is it you bought?
Nothing. Just a bit of coke.
I thought you stopped taking that sh*t!
It's just once in a while.
Helps me get a hard on.
Good night
You know, Romain...
What?
Don't do anything foolish.
Your mum cannot take it.
How about you?
I cannot either.
Why do you always talk about mum,
her reactions,
as if nothing can hurt you?
I don't know.
A habit.
Pity, isn't it?
Maybe I never learnt to talk about myself.
There's something I always
wanted to ask you...
Yeah?
Why didn't you and mum get a divorce?
Because we always loved each other.
But you cheated on her...
A few times.
So what?
I don't know.
One night when I was a kid, I woke up
and spied on one of your conversations in the kitchen.
Mum had found a letter from a woman.
She was crying.
You were not consoling her.
I always thought you would separate.
See? We're still together.
Do you regret it?
Is it because of Sacha you're telling me all this?
Yeah, maybe.
Do I scare you?
Sometimes.
Good night, son.
Hi!
Still playing that crap?
You're not 12 anymore.
Where were you?
At my parents' place.
Was it good?
Yeah. The usual.
You don't love me anymore, right?
I don't know.
I don't love you either.
What game are you playing?
I'm not playing.
I'm telling you the truth.
I don't feel anything.
Just a bit of lust.
Some tenderness at times.
Why do you tell me that now?
It's nice to tell the truth, no?
Don't tell me it's painful.
I won't believe you.
Do you want us to stop?
Do you want me to leave?
Yes.
Where will I go?
What will I do?
I don't care, just beat it.
What's wrong?
You never spoke to me that way.
I'm fed up with this sh*t situation.
You do nothing. You live off me.
Who do you think you are?
You think you are better,
with your sh*t photos,
your self importance?
At least I don't need you to live on.
Take your stuff and clear out!
You're the strongest. Happy?
Now kill me.
One of these days...
Sorry. Sorry.
Are you finished?
Yes.
Thanks.
Few clients today.
Business is slow.
You work here everyday?
Yes, five days a week.
Tomorrow is the week end.
I can rest.
Good.
Are you going back home?
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