Gendarme et les extra-terrestres, Le (The Gendarme and the Creatures from Outer Space) Page #4

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...to the blessed Virgin Mary...

...to John the Baptist,

to archangel Michael...

...and the apostles Peter and Paul...

...to all the saints

and all my brothers...

...that I have sinned, in thought,

word and deed...

...through my fault, through my fault

through my most grievous fault.

I wanted to return it.

I'm not a thief.

My can.

Through my fault, through my fault.

I absolutely must have one.

- Take this one.

Sergeant...

Now he's even dressed like a nun.

You don't even stop at sacrilege.

The Lord punished him.

- Put him in the car.

As a nun...

That's going to be court-martial.

Thanks again. Without you, we

would have had to walk.

Licence number can't be read, light

broken and blinker not working.

Details, you might say,

but still.

Nothing serious. Twice you didn't give

right of way and you sped once.

I absolutely must have one.

Taupin...

You kiss so well. I never met

anybody like you.

Taupin. Come and explain this at

the police station. Come on.

Careful, you.

Where can he be?

We have to find him today, or

I'll have to inform my superiors.

Beaupied, we do the city.

The rest to the beach.

My son...

Mother Superior...

Enjoying the sun?

- I'm integrating.

Like the worker priests.

How's the investigation going?

They're dressing like gendarmes now

and harassing the girls.

Who, my son?

- That's a long story. Goodbye.

Now I've got them.

I need to have one.

Don't go anywhere.

Get up. We have to get them.

Come on.

With the languid lamps

clear and colourless

...on deep cushions impregnated

with odour...

With a charm as powerful as an evil angel

To trouble and calm where my soul had retreated.

With an audacity and wild innocence

that gave a strange pang to each metamorphosis.

Her arms overcome, thrown

like vain spears...

...showing how fragile she

was and how beautiful..

What have they done to them?

Come in.

Am I not disturbing, Mr Gerber?

Mrs Cruchot, come in.

Back from holiday already?

- I don't hear from Ludovic.

You did well to come back.

He keeps seeing UFOs and aliens.

He attacked the colonel

and dressed up like a nun.

But that's terrible.

Where is he?

On the run. He was last seen

on the beach of Pampelonne.

Excuse me.

My kisses are as light as these ephemera that fondle

The large translucent lake in the evening air.

I feel heavy terrors melt over me

And scattered black phantoms collide.

Separated from the world by our closed drapes,

We become indifferent to it, and that brings rest.

She sought, with eyes troubled by the storm,

And her simple sky already far away.

Excuse me,

I thought you were my wife.

Hello, miss.

So that's why you didn't come.

I'm filing for a divorce.

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