The Crazy Stranger Page #4

He's a f*ggot.

You're crazy!May you be eaten by madness!

You're totally crazy!

Hold this.

Let go.

What are you going to do with that?

Hang on.

Look at this.

Thanks.

Aren't you ashamed of yourselffor cleaning my house?

Everyone's laughing at you!You're always doing dumb things!

Why did you do it?

- It's not good?- No!

Hang on.

Sherban, come here!

Hold this.

Lower.

That's my father singing!

It's my dead father's music!

My father's music is coming outof the newspaper!

Keep turning, Sherban.

F***, that's weird!

It's beautiful.

Go for it, my daughter!

Touch your p*ssy. It brings good luck!

You lost, sucker!

I'm going to win!

What are you doing?

A letter from Paris.

- A letter from Adriani?- It's for Stphane!

You have a letter from France!

Stphane, take your letter from Franceand eat my balls!

Keep playing.

Did you get bad news?

It's a letter from my mother.

- Sabina, what was it?- A letter from his mother.

Does he have brothers and sisters?

A little brother.

That's all?

Women in France have one baby,two at the most!

Look at my beautiful car!

Great, mate!

May God protect your car!

Stphane, will you take us to Paris?

Sure, let's go to France!To the Champs-Elyses,

then we'll eat at Fouquet's

and we'll visit the Eiffel Tower.

F***ing carburetor!

Why did it stop?

A problem.

Carburetor!

But we have to go!

The carburetor's broken.Can you fix it?

Long live Franceand the Bois de Boulogne!

The Bois de Boulogne?

Why the Bois de Boulogne?

France!

The Bois de Boulogne. If you only knew!

Nothing.

- She's incredible!- It's not f***ed!

That singer must be somewhere!

What's with this singer?

She lives here, you see?Here.

All over... and here.

Especially here, inside.

It's not funny.

No, it's not funny.

It's true!

Here too?

Cut it out.I don't believe it!

- Here too?- No, not there.

- And here?- Stop it! Sabina, it's not funny.

Goddamn useless car!

You're f***ed!

I'm not f***ed, it's the clutch.

No wonder it breaks down.It cost nothing!

What's with this Nora Luca?

There are other singersas strong as fire.

It was my father's favorite song.

He was very sick.He always listened to this song. Get it?

My father loved music.He was a traveler.

He couldn't stay still.He went all over

and brought back tapes and recordings.

I didn't see much of him.

Your father?

Did he leave?

He died.

In Syria.

With the nomads.

Do you have a house of your ownin Paris?

Yes, it's my mother's house.

The cymbalo, over here.

The child prodigy, next to him.

The kid there...

in the middle.

Near the microphone.

Order some drinks.

Drinks for everyone.

Tell them I'll make a signwhen it's time to start.

Sabina, don't talk. I'm recording!

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