Ali Zaoua, prince de la rue Page #2

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It was wild!

You destroyed that guy, Omar!

A stone...

right in his balls!

In the end, they all ran away!

- Is it true?

- Even Dib ran away!

You're a pain!

OK, I forgot!

What?

We're eating in the toilet!

Where are you now?

In the living room.

That's simple!

When you want to rest,

you go to the living room.

To piss,

in the toilet.

To eat, in the kitchen.

I must tell his mother.

She is his mother...

Omar, you gonna come?

Why? Ali was your friend.

Our friend!

I'm coming, Kwita!

We'll all go!

Hey, kids!

Where's the cabin-boy?

Where's the cabin-boy?

Where you going?

Come back!

Come back!

Cigarettes by the unit!

By the unit!

Let go of me!

Get out!

Omar!

You, stay there.

Stay there!

Will it last long?

I don't know.

She spreads her legs, I don't.

What does a cabin-boy do?

Beats me!

Nuredin, you OK?

My name isn't Nuredin.

WINSTON's PLAYCE

You can't spell!

What did you learn in school?

My uncle can crush ten

with one foot!

Then go home to him.

Remember the pot of glue

Ali stole from me?

No.

A full pot.

Brand new.

I said to him:

"Give it back,

you son of a whore."

You knew about her?

You told me.

And then?

He punched me.

And then?

I was furious.

I didn't have time to tell him...

Let me look.

Go on, let me look.

Weird!

I see nothing.

Buy one?

You dirty glue-sniffer!

Mrs. Zaoua.

You know my name...

I'm a friend of Ali's.

Come in.

You enjoyed the show?

What do you want?

To say I'm sorry.

Is Ali sorry too?

Why did he tell

those lies on TV?

Give me a cigarette.

What do you do all day?

Does Ali work?

He still wants to be a sailor?

Sailor, sure...

He wanted to go round the world.

He's a glue sniffer!

He was going off to his island

with a captain...

Come.

Look.

Isn't that a nice room?

What more does he want?

You know what that's for?

To play music.

So he can fall asleep.

He couldn't hear

what went on next door.

Look.

I put them up.

Don't touch!

I'd have ripped out my own eyes

before I sold his!

Tell me your name again?

Omar.

Omar, do you sniff that sh*t?

Ali, too?

No, he never sniffed.

Liar!

Does he smell as bad as you?

Ali stinks like that?

It's foul!

He smells of dead meat?

Give me a cigarette.

Money's in the ashtray.

Yes, there.

Now get out! Fast!

What's wrong?

Wait for me!

Boubker, you didn't miss anything.

If that's a mother,

it's better not to have one.

Maybe with Ali she was sweet.

Sweet?

My ass!

Her thighs are always open!

And when you told her

Ali was dead?

She doesn't give a damn.

My uncle would have buried me...

screw your uncle!

Screw his mother, too!

If she doesn't care about her son,

we'll bury him.

Yeah, we'll bury him!

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