I Stand Alone Page #2

Forget it. Just go.

Come on.

Fool.

Coming here and begging for a job.

What? You could be a pork butcher?

What did you think? That you could

sit in front of the TV forever?

If you weren't so stingy we'd

already have the store.

So shut up.

To win in Roubaix you'd have to

be in top shape.

And you'd have to know where to

ride.

You shouldn't go along

with the anonymous herd.

He's here. My son-in-law.

Doctor Choukroune.

We were just talking

about your problems.

They're looking for a night guard

at the old people's home where he works.

Your mother-in-law explained

everything to me.

If this can't help you...

...I'll give you the number and address

of the home...

...so you can contact them.

Goodbye, Sir.

Right, the tart thinks I'm the guard

at an old people's home.

Shall I wipe her ass too

while I'm at it?

On the other hand... If I work at night

I won't have to see their ugly mugs.

Have you done night-time work before?

- Not really.

It may seem easy but after a while

it could drive you insane.

Have you worked in a home before?

It's a dump.

Actually it's not that much fun.

It's strange you know, you think it's

going to be over for them soon...

...but the things that

happen behind those doors...

Well, you'll see.

This is your office.

I've been here for two weeks now.

I haven't felt this good since

I got out of prison.

This place isn't worse than jail.

On the contrary. Except for the stench.

Old people smell terrible.

OLD PEOPLE'S HOME, DEBUSSY

MARCH 18TH 1980, 4 AM

I can't stand those

two old bags in their flat.

They shouldn't think I'm

a wimp.

But the old cow's rich...

...and she thinks because of

that she can do anything.

That's how it is.

Everyone's fighting for their money...

...and their steak.

And no one will do it for you.

Have you been to the doctor's?

- No.

A woman is choking.

Can you help me. Quick.

Yeah, I don't know...

Quick.

Hold her hand.

Daddy...

Don't leave me alone.

Everything's all dark.

Death opens no doors.

In the end death is nothing special.

Everyone makes a big deal out of it.

But from a close view

It's nothing serious.

A lifeless body, that's all.

People are just like animals.

You love them,

you bury them, that's it.

Even thought this is the

first time I see it.

Evidently it's her first time too.

She sure looks devastated.

While it's so damn boring.

OK, I'll take her home.

She sure looks fragile.

And pretty cute, too.

Let me walk you home.

She reminds me of my daughter.

My Cynthia.

She must be very lonely

wherever she is now.

Come.

But loneliness means nothing.

Living with a guy or a girl

or even with kids...

...but you're still alone.

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