Attila Marcel Page #3

He runs fast for a pianist.

Amazing, isn't she?

My job was giving me panic attacks.

My parents made me be a doctor.

But I dreamt of working with animals.

They don't talk.

They don't nag you

with their problems.

See you next week.

You're here?

I just popped in to say hello.

Hello. Goodbye. I have someone.

I have Psylocybe semilanceata powder.

The melons still need a month or two.

It can go on credit.

Do you know Madame Di Rosa?

Madame Di Rosa.

Asthmatic bronchitis.

Her Chihuahua

had a slight heart attack.

That left him dead.

He was a nasty piece of work.

So I thought of you.

Madame Di Rosa

has a lovely chimneybreast.

I see...

It'll be a start.

But I'm learning the theory.

To get your hand in.

A Chihuahua isn't that big.

No, it's not that big...

Sorry, I have to show you the door.

Melons in three weeks.

I'll think about Madame Di Rosa.

Goodbye, Monsieur De Cressac.

Come on, your turn, kid.

His karma was to be a taxidermist.

His patients had a lucky escape.

What about you, my boy,

was it your karma to be a pianist?

I wanted to be a landscaper.

Outdoors,

planting forests and gorgeous gardens

as far as the eye can see.

Good job we have more than one life.

We're saying it for your sake.

You could have had

a career as a pianist.

I'm not interested.

How can you say that?

If I had your gifts...

The De Cressacs are obsessed

with this idea of a family virtuoso.

I played the piano to make Dad happy.

It's your Marcel.

He prefers the accordion...

Leave him be. Is it because

he's not from our world?

I prefer it that way.

Right, we haven't had

many stevedores in the family.

What are you going to do?

Marcel and I have plans.

Plans?

I can't talk about them yet.

Come on, Paul, let's get ice creams.

Look out below!

Perfect.

Not bad!

Hello.

- Your baby brother?

- No.

- Your son?

- Yes.

Never mind. A handsome baby.

A pretty mother, a handsome baby.

Thanks.

Know how photogenic you are?

Want to be in a commercial?

With him?

I don't know.

I go back to Paris this week.

We have to meet.

And your name is?

Anita.

Anita... That's pretty.

May I offer you an ice cream?

Clear off!

Anita, I've had girls by the pound,

I've been around

Anita, they were all for play

Anita, that was before today

Anita, with your flavour I'll stay

Your beauty

Like water ice

Makes me melt

In a trice

I'm going nuts

Feels so nice

Beauty, kiss me sweet as spice

Your beauty

Like water ice

Makes me melt

In a trice

I'm going nuts

Feels so nice

See that guy, Marcel?

What's wrong?

Mum's favourite film

What on earth's wrong with him?

I'll get another bottle.

Excellent idea.

Delicious.

Dig in.

It'll clean out your intestines.

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