La vache Page #5

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Just two weeks?

He won't be back.

What do you want, Mokhtar?

I'd take you,

even with your daughters.

I spoke to your father.

He agrees.

Leave me alone.

How dare you in front of the girls?

How'll you manage on your own?

Think it over.

You won't find another like me.

Sit down.

Is Fatah and Jacqueline's journey

already over?

Who asked you to talk?

All right...

Get out your books.

Juniors, the first two paragraphs.

Seniors, everything.

Fatah!

Hello, Samir!

Well'?

Naima won't talk to you.

What do you mean?

She saw your photos.

What photos?

Of you drinking with girls...

Photos with the fat girl.

Shame on you!

Cathy'?

That was for a show.

What show?

You're eating her mouth!

A show?

It was just a show. A show!

Samir?

- Fatah?

- Samir?

Jacqueline, why did I do it?

Why did I drink the pears?

Now I have to pay the price.

This is shame beyond shame.

Come,

let's go find a hole.

Come.

We'll stay in the hole

and never come out again.

What a disaster.

The end of the world...

That bastard said it wasn't booze.

Does he work for the devil or what?

It's all the pears' fault.

Jacqueline!

Where are you?

What are you doing in there?

Why did you go?

What's going on?

What is it?

Come on, you have to move.

Come on, push!

Sir, this is private property.

Can't you read?

I need help!

Help!

Lucien, go and see.

He's going to help us, beauty.

Don't worry.

- What's wrong?

- My cow's stuck in the mud.

Tried pulling her horns?

Yes, but it doesn't work.

We haven't got all day!

I'll be right back.

Well'?

I'm not sure,

but I think his cow's stuck

and he can't get her out.

Do we help him?

It's muscular.

- A sprained tendon.

- Is it serious?

Can't say.

She'll have to rest a few days.

That's not possible.

We're due at the Agricultural Show.

How'll you compete if you can't walk?

Lucien, put the cow in the stable

and her owner in the annex.

We'll see tomorrow.

Armand, take the cow.

We'll get you warm.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

"I declare war!"

He wasn't laughing.

I didn't care.

I declared war on Poland!

On Yugoslavia. On everyone!

He said, "Get Jacqueline to sign."

How'll she sign? With her hooves?

He said, "Welcome to France.

Where do I stamp her?"

I said,

"Stamp her wherever you like!"

Nicole, could I have the next dish?

Of course, sir.

I always screw up.

I can't help myself.

Yes, the notary knows.

I spoke to him earlier.

Of course.

We need the money now,

not in six months.

Yes, I know.

Nicole...

Excuse me a second.

Nicole, what's for lunch?

A leg of lamb, sir.

Can you set a place for...

Mr Fatah?

Yes, for Mr Fatah.

Sorry I'm late.

It's non-stop here

with the stables,

the renovations and the bank.

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