Diabolique Page #5

Here they are

They've taken their time

l saw them at the caf at midday

Doing themselves proud

lfwe owned a school...

We'd treat ourselves a bit, too

Time for my siesta

There go the floods!

He looks hideous

l wish to hell they'd clear off

Such a shame, you're leaving so soon

Classes start again tomorrow

for us all

l just came for my crockery

lt's some weight

Have you any string?

No, l haven't

Would this do?

-lt's too full

-Why not take something out?

l've got an old chest upstairs;

start unpacking

We'll manage. We're late already,

aren't we?

That's done it

On the count oftwo...

l'll start up

You've been a great help,

Monsieur Herboux

Here's a little something for the road.

Mind the holiday traffic

There'll be gendarmes everywhere

-We made it this time

-Sooner or later...

lt can only end one way.

We're monstrous

You can say that again about him;

the rest l'll keep for Sunday School

-Everyone else is sold out

-Not surprising with this traffic

Come along, l'll get your change

-Are you going to Tours?

-No

Couldn't you help?

The bus driver wouldn't let me on

He's anti-militarist, like me

We've no room

A private doesn't take up much room

lf l'm not back in time for muster,

it's the cells for me

Go away, you're drunk

Listen, l asked you politely

Just for that, l'm going

to get into the back

Don't you dare. Will you get out?

lt's all right, l know him.

He's drunk, but harmless

Aren't you ashamed, Robert?

Out, or l'll throw you out

The dirty beast!

l'll mop that up for you

Never mind, we're in a hurry

The nylon tore

-Sounded like the Headmaster

-So he's turned up, has he?

ls all that noise wise?

lt's Michel's signal; ifwe just ring,

Plantiveau won't open up

-He sleeps like a log

-l'll wake him

l thought it was the Headmaster

ls he away?

How should l know?

-You look tired

-ls that so surprising?

Sorry we woke you. Good night

We don't need spotlights for our scene

Or music

The lavatories

Pasquel... he goes every night

He might look out

Can you see him?

No, the water's too dirty,

or it's too far away

There's nothing to see

Why stay there? We don't find him

lt stinks in here

-The Head's not back

-He's out chasing skirt

-Aren't two birds enough for him?

-l'll have heaps when l grow up

Just like Napolon and Louis XlV

-Think you're Napolon?

-Me? l'm Hawkeye

-Stop playing the goat, Moinet

-l'm not a goat, l'm a redskin

Take twenty lines: "My foolish remarks

rouse my fellows to hilarity"

What's this l hear? The Head absent?

Yes... three meals

with undoctored wine

Where can he be?

l saw him at eight a.m. two days ago;

by midday, he was gone

And hasn't reappeared?

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