Divine Page #6

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Why'd you come here?

Because I was invited.

I can leave, you know.

Take my hand.

Come here.

Come, be calm.

Friends.

Like this.

Just friends, don't fear.

Dora...

You trust me?

You know I'd never give you bad

advice.

Did you already smoke?

Not cigarettes.

No, you've never smoked.

Look what she did.

Idiot!

-Open up!

-Police!

Put it above the window.

Go, go! I don't want you to be found

here.

Go, everything will be fine.

Don't lose your head.

Here, in your bag.

Take this in your bag.

If they ask, you're the maid on the

4th floor.

-But why?

-Go this way.

4th-floor maid! Get moving.

Can't one sleep?

-Me again!

-Yes, us again.

Come in. Welcome.

It's been 3 month since the cops

came. No one knows you were there.

I've always been straight with ou!

-You!?

-Yes, me.

Dora and I held them off, thanks to

me you got away.

-With your packages!

-With my packages, yes.

It'd interest the police, even now,

to know you were with us.

And to know what I took away?

Cigarettes?

-Certainly it would.

-And if I told them...

-You won't!

-Because?

Because you're not the kind

that betrays.

That's why you'll find the man sitting

tonight at the bistro across the street

reading a Spanish newspaper, La

Publicitad.

You'll give him what I'm giving you.

It's the last time.

You've been saying that for 3

months.

-You'll go?

-No!

Do you have the money?

-Can I go?

-Here's 200 francs.

I don't want it.

Open up, it's Victor.

What the f*** are you doing here?

Go change your costume.

I don't want any of that, I've

told you.

If he bothers you,

let me know!

-Will she do it?

-Sure, she's in my hand.

To listen to you, you have all women

in your hand. It's not so simple.

If she won't do it tonight...

You give me a pain.

Sh*t.

It's a morgue here!

What's wrong? Troubles?

All this for 40 francs a day!

What do you want? It's our life.

Do you have a mother?

Of course, my boy, I've got nothing

but mothers.

There's a call from your mother, in

the office.

Hurry, child, you're late.

You're cold?

-Have you eaten?

-A little.

A little! You look thin. I hope you're

not in love, are you?

Oh not that, madame, not that!

I've seen so many come and go, kids

like you. I tell you: once you lose

your health...

Yes it's me. Talk.

...else we're screwed.

Shorty nearly died, he spilled

everything at the hospital,

everything.

Watch out tonight. You'll be

followed!

You'll be followed!

Thanks for calling, Doctor. I hope

tonight won't be so bad.

-Bad news?

-Could be better.

Arrest whoever delivers a package to

the man with the Spanish paper.

Ah, here you are! Have a good time?

Thank you for the ticket!

A very good seat, 5th row.

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