Souris chez les hommes, Une (A Mouse with the Men) Page #2

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Get rid of her right away.

Remember that people gossip, sir...

Turn that off. I don't hear a thing.

- You don't have to yell at me.

Nothing. I was talking to my wife.

You have a wife. That makes it easy

to be strict with others.

No problem, sir. A reliable business,

ten years of recommendations...

...with adventurous speculations.

Try to understand. I have to take

her home. I promised.

Sure, but don't touch her.

You can't tell her anything about us.

Swear.

But if I tell you...

- Swear.

I swear.

- Good. That's much better.

And kind regards to your wife.

Good evening.

Doctor. Are we going?

Unfortunately, we have a patient

with allergy symptoms...

But what about me? The day

before yesterday, I felt a pain here.

That's worse than an allergy.

This could kill me.

You were going to look at my X-rays.

Don't leave me behind here, doctor.

You can't do that...

A last drink?

- I'm in a hurry and I swore...

Impatient man.

Have a look.

I'll be right back.

Swear, Marcel.

The newest Dufour design.

What do you think? Delicate, isn't it?

Your X-rays look fine.

Call me Catherine.

Lay down.

Take off your shoes.

- No, I don't want to.

I never do that when

I'm with a patient.

You're a strange one.

I figured as much.

A doctor is different from the rest.

Keep your shoes on...

What's wrong?

- My delirium.

I shouldn't have drunk anything.

It's hereditary.

My parents both drank.

I've already strangled a few patients.

I need a chamomile drink.

Shall I call the doctor?

- A cab rather.

Hello, cab?

He'll be here in three minutes.

You're a character. You don't let

anything get you down.

A real man always stays calm.

That's true.

The cab's coming.

- He'll wait.

It's downstairs.

- That's alright.

This is not possible...

Swear, Marcel.

Pretty and smart.

That must be her.

And our scaredy-cat.

The wheel.

I only see the girl.

Two minutes and 45 seconds,

not bad.

What are you doing there?

- Looking.

Continue. Or I scream...

She's crazy.

- Better be careful...

I'll kill her...

Careful. One wrong move

and I throw this through the window.

What do you want?

- I want to see what you'll do next.

I think we'd better leave...

- I'll scream, you know...

Alright. This is what we'll do.

We show you everything,

but you have to behave.

And be quiet. Promise.

Keep an eye on her and

make sure she's quiet.

An expert.

- Shut up.

Bravo, bravo.

- Enough. Shut up. Sit down.

And? Did you enjoy it? Was it amusing?

- Great.

A moustache makes you look

a lot older, Mr Blanchet.

Even if it's attached well.

Because it's fake, of course.

What's this? Do you know her?

- No, really.

But she knows you.

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