Camion Page #4

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Don't leave me hanging.

Holy sh*t, Al!

Back from the f***ing dead!

Jesus Christ, Big Marc!

They told me you died.

Nobody told me you got skinny.

Thin as a pancake, man!

A pancake!

You're not dead, you bastard!

So it would seem.

- But you banged yourself up.

- I'll tell you about it.

Staying at your dad's?

Yeah, me and Sam

came to take care of him.

It's pretty depressing over there.

Yeah. I haven't seen him

since the accident.

I used to run into him around town

at church...

You go to church?

Every Sunday.

Goddamn!

I gave you that shot.

I know!

You're not drinking enough.

The more you drink,

the better you play.

Up yours!

Do you enjoy taking advantage

of a cripple, fat so?

I take whatever comes my way.

It's just too bad

more women don't come my way.

That and a job

would be a winning combo.

- How much did you lose again?

- 80 pounds.

It's a low ball.

You poor man!

I'd like to see the woman who died.

I won't be long. I'll be gone

before her family gets here.

Take your time, Mr. Racine.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Your little guy

sure has a big appetite!

You have no idea!

So you don't have any kids?

Or a girlfriend at least?

No, and no. Neither.

I don't know. It's like...

Come on, Sam.

Why don't you have a girlfriend?

Sh*t!

Do you have...

Do you still

get nosebleeds a lot?

No.

You used to get them

all the time when we were kids.

No, I haven't had one since...

Since?

Since then.

Well, I guess I'll head home.

No, sit down.

Let's wait for it to stop at least.

Are we having fun yet?

You want me to push your cart?

Thanks.

There's this...

God dammit, I love

being with you, Becca.

I think you're getting

a little lightheaded.

Seriously.

You looked so beautiful

there with your kids.

They're sweet, aren't they?

I'll never find anyone

as beautiful as you.

When you broke up with me, you said

we'd get back together one day.

That was a long time ago.

I was 18.

It was 18 years ago.

You went on with your life.

I went on with mine.

But I didn't go on with my life.

You're not being fair.

I was born to be with you.

You said exactly the same thing

18 years ago.

I still believe it.

Go get some help, Sam.

You need to let go.

It's not fair.

It's not supposed to be this way.

There's not even

a good reason for it.

Time would've...

It's not fair!

I don't understand any of this.

Enough.

Samuel Racine?

Yes.

I'm going home now, Sam.

OK.

Thanks.

Bye, Sam.

You see that?

That should be here.

- Yeah?

- That's busted.

I'll have a look up top.

Where do you wanna start?

The body or the engine?

What's going on, Alain?

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