La vache Page #6

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You're looking at this?

Pretty, isn't it?

Late 18th century.

My ancestor,

the fourth

Count Baudreuille de Cuyer-Ville,

and the others around him

are the peasants who worked his land.

Once a year, after the harvest,

he invited them all here

to celebrate.

Nice idea, hmm?

Didn't end too well though.

They guillotined him.

Right, let's eat.

Thank you, Nicole.

Ever been to the Agricultural Show,

Mr Philippe?

No, thank you!

10,000 plebs fondling cows' rears...

No, thank you,

I don't drink wine.

When I drink booze, I blow a fuse.

The other day,

I drank pears for some reason.

I was in a sort of delirium.

I was stressed, stifling...

It was as if...

Are you Ok? What's wrong?

I'm fine. Sorry.

This is good.

Where's your wife? ls she dead?

No. Why do you ask?

A guy like you without a wife

means she's dead.

But my wife isn't dead!

She left you?

You French guys,

your wives leave you.

We scream and fight.

It's hell, but we stick together.

- Why?

- We didn't get on.

So we split up.

You'll find a new one.

I don't want to find a new one, Fatah!

Back home, men twice your age

marry brand-new women.

Straight from the store.

Besides, Mr Philippe,

you have a nice chateau, a nice car...

You must be pretty rich.

No, I'm not "pretty rich".

That's why she left me.

Happy now, Fatah'?

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Who's he?

- Who'?

- Him there.

On the couch.

That's my dog.

Why is he in the house?

Because he's my dog.

- Ok.

- You seem surprised.

Yes, my dog's in my living room.

You talk to your cow.

It's different. I've known Jacqueline

since she was a baby.

Her name's Jacqueline?

Yes, a French name for a French cow.

If she was Spanish, she'd be Conchita.

What's his name?

Serge.

It suits him.

The notary is here.

I'll be right there.

Show him to my study.

No, don't move, Fatah.

I enjoyed our talk.

If you need anything at all,

just ask.

- Enjoy your meal.

- Thank you.

Want some lamb, Serge?

Are you crazy?

You're a dog.

You already have a couch.

Your leg's better, isn't it?

That's good. It's better.

Right, beauty?

Mr Philippe!

She's walking already.

So I see, Fatah, that's good.

Want to pet her?

No, it's Ok.

- Sorry, it's the only solution.

- I understand.

I'll call you.

Have a good day.

You too. Thanks for coming.

Everything Ok, Mr Philippe?

Problems?

Nothing serious.

Rich people's problems.

I can't afford the upkeep on this place.

I'll take a walk.

I need to be alone.

I'll come too.

If you want, Fatah.

When I need to think,

I like to be alone too.

It's just you and your thoughts,

you can decide things.

No one to disturb you.

Just peace and quiet.

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