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They would have taken everything and

put me out of business for ever.

I realised too late.

Paulette, do you have any more apricots?

No, they're finished.

OK...leave it...that'll be OK.

Every time I got angry,

the brother-in-law made an issue of it.

He made me fly off the handle in front of other people.

In front of the lawyer, the priest.

People started treating me

as if I had something wrong with me.

One day, they pulled out all the stops

and had a doctor come from Paris.

Did he fit this story?

Yes, he was a mental specialist.

He started to talk about treatment.

Bro-in-law said:
"That'll relieve

Catherine." The slut agreed.

I just had time to beat it.

Well...tell me...

You wanted to drown yourself over that?

There was a lot too it. You don't know what it's like

if you've never had someone try and lock you up.

Not yet. But if I hang around you for long,

it'll happen pretty soon.

OK...time to beat it..

Aren't we paying?

I pay weekly here

If your paying,

l'll give you back your 500.

For tomorrow,

what're you gonna do?

'Bye, Paulette.

'Bye.

Cheers, Maurice.

See you, Pascal.

This is where I live.

Fine,

l'll give you back your jumper.

You dunno where to sleep, eh?

No.

Come on.

It's great what you're doing for me,

my good fellow.

Don't call me your good fellow,

I don't like it.

Fair enough.

Your name's Pascal?

Yes, but all the wheelbarrow jokes

have already been done.

l'm Didier Barrachet.

Didier, OK with you?

OK with me?

It sweeps me off my feet!

Better than that,

it transports me.

Hang on, we're there.

This is it.

There's only one bed?

It's not a dormitory.

You'll sleep on the floor.

You get the bargain

'cause my bed's hard.

There are broken springs in the middle

Sleep 'round the clock and

tomorrow you'll be a new man.

Hoy!... So whadda you think?

That I should have killed them.

You're going to get that idea out of your head

right away.

You don't know what they've done to me, Pascal!

Ah, those hustlers!

Every day they came up with a new trick to make me mad.

I couldn't take it any more

They've taken everything.

l've got nothing left.

l'm not talking about money,

but about myself.

My habits, my delights.

Hunting for example.

You wouldn't know what it's like,

but I lived for it.

Down there at Puisaye,

it's teeming with partridges.

l'd go out in the morning with my dog...

...and my gun,

an over-and-under... a marvel.

But the slut hid it from me

to make me believe I was losing my head.

So, l'm...

Hang on, do you think you should go to bed?

Go to bed and never wake up.

Wrap yourself around a shot of this

and you'll be out like a light.

Drink, that's an order

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