Monsieur Gangster Page #3

No false notes!

The deceased's wishes are clear.

As long as possible,

she must think her daddy is alive...

in the Mexican mountains

where the mail is slow...

so he can't write letters.

I've got to go.

Mr Folace can reach me.

I live with my mother.

I'm glad you're here.

I can't handle the child.

I've known her too long.

I was at her baptism.

A beautiful ceremony.

She was exquisite even then.

Take up Mr Naudin's bags,

my good man.

Look, let's be serious

for a change.

A kid can pull

some crazy stunts,

but that's not our worry. Right?

It's not my worry anymore.

After all, you're here.

What do you mean?

Didn't you agree

to take care of her?

You'll go through

what I've gone through.

Visits to principals, excuses,

letters of expulsion.

You mean,

she's been thrown out?

From everywhere.

She has never lasted

more than six months.

Just long enough

to wear people down.

Yes, I'm delighted you're here.

Not for long.

Things are going to change fast.

She'll stay in her next place...

or I'll put her into

a military school with bugle calls.

Tell her.

- I will. Where is she?

- She's asleep.

Her little party

kept us up until three.

What he means is:

"Your room is ready."

Isn't your Limey a lush?

Oh yeah... And he's no more

British than you or me.

The Mexican found him .

Where?

Here. Right in front of his safe,

Jean had cracked

the Louis XV sideboard.

The Mexican grabbed him

just as he lit his blowtorch.

I can see it now.

The boss couldn't call the police,

nor pay for the damage.

So Jean worked here

three months to pay the bill.

Then it got into his blood.

He liked the job.

After all, he gets

his room and board.

Till then he'd spent

half his life in prison.

He chose freedom.

Funny, I thought

you were taller and darker.

But it's all right.

You're Uncle Fernand?

We should kiss, you know.

It's done.

Well, if it's done...

let's do it.

Good thing I shaved.

Daddy told me

you'd be here.

When?

In his last letter...

about a month ago.

Surprised?

He wrote all about you

and your adventures...

and everything

you've done for him.

I'd like some tea

with a little bread and butter...

maybe some bacon and eggs.

Can you take care of it?

Tea at 7 o'clock at night!

I guess I'm still

on Mexican time.

It must have been something

when you pulled him out of the river.

- Who?

- Daddy.

He wrote:
"Fernand saved me

when I was really in deep."

He didn't say

what river it was.

Look, I'm dying of hunger.

Will you get my food?

You won't tell me?

It's not easy to remember.

There are rivers all over the place

down there.

Full of crocodiles.

Are you happy?

Let me wash.

We'll talk later.

We must have a long talk.

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