Rivals Page #2

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Make yourself at home.

The toilet's on the landing.

Be careful, the chain's broken.

You have to close the tap each time,

otherwise it'll flood.

- Don't forget, okay?

- All right.

Listen, it's fine.

I'd rather be here than at Dad's.

How was your first day at the supermarket?

It's not exactly rocket science.

Loading pallets.

It's a start. You'll find something else.

What's wrong, Nathalie?

Don't cry.

I'm missing 200 francs from my register.

Don't worry.

It's the second time in 10 days.

Last time I had to pay

70 francs out of my own pocket.

- Shall we recount it?

- I've counted three times already.

200 francs isn't the end of the world.

I'll get a telling-off and I might be fired.

There. Now, forget about it.

- No, you can't...

- Forget it, I said.

I must get back.

We're going to the restaurant. Coming?

All right.

Pizza okay with you?

- Franois Valet?

- Yes.

Pleased to meet you. Fernand Lazeau.

- Lazeau?

- Yes. I'm Suzanne's son.

In other words, I'm your brother.

I've come because I have to tell you that

she's dead.

So what? I don't give a damn.

She was our mother! She gave us life.

Then she threw us out.

The lousy whore!

She screwed the whole neighbourhood.

Have you forgotten what she did to us?

No. But...

I'm glad she's snuffed it.

She's been dead to me for ages.

We'll go to Nevers on Tuesday.

If you change your mind...

Your Honour, don't let my husband

take my last son, Franois.

He's so little, he's only eight months old.

He needs his mother.

I want to breast-feed him. Give me custody.

For his sake and mine.

Dad...

When I was in Nevers,

I found some papers.

Old letters.

From Mum to the judge, when she left.

And?

You told us she abandoned us.

In the letters, she says

she wants custody of me,

that she wants to take me with her.

Sh*t.

Come here.

Put it under the tap.

That's a nasty cut. It'll need stitches.

I can see the tendon.

Sh*t, I don't believe it.

Put pressure on it.

What do you want? You keep following me.

I thought it was over.

Jos's in prison, isn't he?

What have I done?

Nothing.

- Is my phone still tapped?

- Not at all.

Why follow me, then?

It's hard to explain.

I can't tell you here.

Could we go for a drink?

You must be joking! You're sick.

Sh*t. Why is it so hard to say?

Right. I'm in love with you.

I know it sounds stupid,

but that's why I was following you.

Now I've said it, I'll leave you alone.

Here's Dad.

- Hola, Valentine.

- Hola, Dad.

How are you, sweetheart?

You're not too well, are you?

She's got earache.

- Is she feverish?

- Slightly, but it's dropping.

- What about you?

- I'm fit as a fiddle.

When are you coming home?

Soon, sweetheart. Don't worry.

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