The Walls of Malapaga Page #2

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Hello!

Hello?

Good morning.

What do you want?

Well, I'm in a hurry. Does anyone

speaks french?

- What?

- Can I talk to someone?

Are you french?

The commissioner speaks french.

Hello.

I can talk to any police officer.

The commissioner will

soon be here. Just wait.

He hasn't arrive yet. Seat there.

Hello.

Hello!

You may come in.

Come in!

Thank you. Where can I put it?

Here.

He is being questioned.

No wine. No knife.

OK.

In France they don't

like knifes, either.

- French?

- Hmm.

These things interfere

with my appetite.

Mine is going to be

hard to take it off.

Do you like Italian food?

I answer you later... Or never.

You will never know

if I like Italian food.

Are you a good cook?

Experienced. It's near by.

No, not for me. For me it's

like the end of the world.

No, is the restaurant

here at your right.

Sh*t.

This conversation

is making me hungry.

And if I went to the restaurant?

I ain't got any

money, but who cares?

Cecchina! What are you doing here?

Go home, quickly.

Common.

- See? Made me hungry.

- It's a pleasure.

Don't say this too soon.

Good morning, Marta.

I thought we were finished.

You know how hard it is.

- Oh, look who is here...

- Cecchina, look out! Run!

Run!

Thanks. Without you, she

would have been caught.

- Who is that?

- My husband.

- You don't get along well, it seems.

- No.

It's a pity.

- The fruit, Madam, please.

- Ok, I'll bring it.

- A Glass.

- Yes, I'll bring it too.

It's my daughter. He wants to take

her away, but he will not succeed.

- Ah, Are you the mother of that child?

- Yes.

Now it's over.

Everything went fine.

So, what do you want?

Listen...

...Do you have a nice steak?

If everybody minded their own business,

it would be better for everyone.

Take it easy. I don't want

a fuss in my establishment.

- Do what you want.

- I'll call the police.

So called them. I'm

square with the police.

And you know it.

I told you I don't want to see you.

By the law, you're still my wife.

Either you come back or I'll

find a way to get Cecchina back.

No.

You'll never see her anymore.

I work day and night so my

daughter don't need you anymore.

I'm happy to play the

maid. Even the slave.

But I don't want her

to know how we lived.

Weve live in poverty, in that bar.

Go, go. Go away.

Let me work. It's better for you.

You're right. There's

too many people around.

- But we'll meet again...

- Coward!

Go away.

Go before I loose my temper.

Remember this. Do you got it?

Say... This won't stop

my eating, will it?

- Jerk!

- Marta, Marta... Someone is calling you.

I'll be there.

This doesn't finish here.

Sooner or later I'll hit you.

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