Police Python 357 Page #2

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Happy?

l love you.

For the last time, come with me.

The only thing the bastards

don't lose is money!

P*ssy, p*ssy, p*ssy...

l bought you some foie gras.

Shall l make toast?

-Wait. l'll do it.

- No.

- l can see you're tired.

- No, l went to the cinema.

You drink Ricard with water.

l'd like to see you walk out of here.

Not hungry any more?

l owe you everything.

l don't want thanks,

l want the truth!

Tell me.

Maybe l can do something.

Not this time.

-Who is it?

- Nobody.

You're lying. l've seen you.

From the window, earlier.

Who is it?

- ls he threatening you?

-What next!

And this?

He scares you!

You scare me.

You're always nice.

You're good. Few would do

what you do for your wife.

For my peace of mind.

-And for me?

- For my pleasure.

- You're impeccable.

- l was wrong, of course.

- Stop accusing yourself!

- l know it must hurt.

- Stop understanding!

- lf it helps.

l don't want help,

l'm fed up of help!

There!

lt's always us.

The ones who love things in life.

l love my pigs.

l made 2000 last month.

But it's failing too.

You can't rely on anything.

Yes. There's someone else.

- l'll give myself completely.

- Good, Silvia.

-And l want him completely.

-As you wish. Of course.

Maybe you can rent us a room!

Why not?

Nothing stops you.

l want what's good for you.

You're disgusting.

l'd rather you hit me.

Even that!

You see?

''1.30. Sorry. l'll love you always.

''M.''

Evening, lout.

Don't l get a kiss?

She left you, eh?

She's dead.

Shut the door.

Shut the door!

l hit her.

l don't know what got into me.

That phrase...

You've heard it so many times

and never tried to understand.

Fetch a pillow.

No, in the chest of drawers.

Sit down.

No, here.

With a weapon?

An ashtray.

What did you do with it?

l threw it in the Loire.

lt's odd.

l almost stood up earlier.

lt's best l confess tomorrow.

Were you seen?

l saw a light.

Who was it?

l just saw a light.

lf nothing happens in the next hour,

why admit it?

l don't understand.

Either you were seen,

and by now it's all underway...

or you weren't seen.

This next hourwill be the hardest.

Because maybe this chap

with the light you mentioned

only exists in your head.

l wish.

You must sleep.

Pass me that little bottle.

l liked Silvia.

Hi, Mnard.

No, not very well.

l feel terrible.

lt's probably flu.

l'll see a doctor this morning.

Yes, l've a very good one.

Yes, he's seen me before.

What?

A murder?

Start without me.

l'll see you in the office at noon.

Goodbye.

Silvia Leopardi.

Probably instantaneous death.

Skull shattered.

Mnard will be back by noon.

l know, thank you.

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