4.9 g de cyanure, l'affaire de la Josacine

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My father is a crazy thief.

He always pulled out all the stops

to get his hands on money.

He and my mother clicked

with just one look.

Everybody up against the wall.

To the wall.

Don't hold it against me,

I had a rough childhood.

Consider this a good deed.

I'm Joe, the Snake.

This is how I am.

I love women, going out, doing as I please.

No questions asked.

Careful, big mouth.

You might not get away so fast.

She didn't resist long.

It was like she was falling

for Al Capone.

My father told her,

''In life you have to share

the wealth, not the trouble.''

My father did everything

with intensity.

Whenever he had money,

he squandered it.

When he had none,

he stole it from the rich,

so that Mom lacked nothing.

Sh*t!

I love you.

It echoed in the hallways,

''Joe's son is hereI Joe's sonI''

Their eyes full of respect,

his pals held me in their arms.

They named me Achille,

so I would be invulnerable.

When my father saw me

for the first time, he wept with joy.

I never saw him again.

Your father is behind bars.

That can't be much of a life.

Are you nuts?

It's like being in a hotel.

Accommodation, meals, single room...

Pure business class.

Why does your mother hide the key?

- So that I forget about him.

- A lot of good that's doing.

She put everything in there

after an argument in the visiting room.

She hasn't talked about it since.

Is that him?

Yes, what do you think?

He's really cute.

You look like him, but you're

built more like a matchstick.

Watch.

He won the silver medal.

Big deal,

with only three candidates.

Piss off!

Try it.

I have to go.

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Achille

Happy birthday to you

Well done! Super!

All in one go!

Happy birthday.

Aren't you going to open it?

I don't want your present

from the supermarket.

Glad you like it.

Just open it.

An electric shaver?

I don't have any facial hair!

- It won't be much longer now.

Thanks.

Your present is cool, Alexis.

Stretch your neck,

then it's easier under your chin.

- Like this?

- Yes.

Well, my darlings,

are you chilling out?

You know, if I had a son,

I'd want him to be just like you.

Really?

If my father were like you...

I know how he feels.

It'll be easier when I live here.

- You don't know them very well.

- Them?

The two of them.

Let the storm blow over,

and we'll see from there.

I don't care

if you don't see him anymore,

but give me his letters.

Let's go. Come on!

Are we going to see him?

Come on. Come.

Come on.

Get on the roof.

Is that him?

- Hi, Dad!

- Shh!

You want them to catch us?

Unauthorised visits are forbidden.

Tell him I want him to come home.

Quick, get down.

Down! Quick!

Come on, get in! In, in, in!

Do you often make unauthorised visits

without telling me?

Only at the beginning.

You were too small to understand.

I went to see him last week.

What?

Without telling me?

He got a remission

because of his good behaviour.

He'll be out soon?

When?

- In a month.

In a month?

Then dump Alexis,

or else Dad will pulverise him.

I'll help your father

get on his feet, find a job,

but not at home.

But...

Don't worry, you can see him

as often as you want.

You don't have the right

to throw Dad out!

Achille?

Sleep. I'm going to the living room.

What are you up to?

Well, this is Dad's place.

Don't you ever listen?

Your father will not be living here,

and that's final.

You men make me sick.

You're all such a pain.

- Good night, Mom. I love you.

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

I hope that's not coming

in the house!

I'll put whatever I want in my room.

We'll talk about that later.

I have something to show you first.

What's this?

It was on sale.

But it's still lovely.

So sweet!

Do you really like it?

And you're giving it to me

just like that?

No reason?

Well...

You must look good

when you pick up Dad.

I can't afford

to take a day off work.

Would you rather be exploited

by your little supermarket boss?

Compared to Dad, he's a loser!

At least he thinks about us!

I won't be home for dinner.

Don't forget to break up with him!

Mom, you need to put more lipstick.

- Where?

How's that?

Yes?

Hello, I'm Mrs Gossin.

My husband gets out today.

Joe Gossin.

One moment.

Joe Gossin left at 9.:42 today.

But it said 1 1 :00 on the notice.

He left earlier. Sorry.

That's not possible!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Stop. I know where he is.

Come on. Stop that.

Could there be a dirtier trailer?

Any idea what your father cost me?

He must have gotten scared.

Are you disappointed too?

Do you still love Dad?

Fourteen years is a long time.

For an accountant's daughter,

your math sucks.

Go figure.

- Nice shade of red.

- Concentrate, will you?

Sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Sh*t!

It's Dad! It's Dad!

What a set of wheels!

Dad!

Where's your mother?

Where's your mother?

- In the bath.

Mathilde, my best friend.

Get the stuff from the car.

He was almost in tears.

He was obviously moved.

He remembered my birthday.

Open up,

or do I have to break down the door?

I'm getting dressed.

Don't bother.

I'll take you as you are.

Should I open the present?

It's not for you.

You could've bought

your son something.

My son? Prove it.

You screwed around enough

while I was in jail.

Don't try to tell me he's my kid.

F*** off, Joe!

F*** off!

You know me.

I didn't mean it like that.

Do you need another nine years

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