Le Beau Serge Page #3

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What's the matter, Franois?

I'm very shy.

I thought you got over that.

Five gallons, please.

Thought you got rid of me, eh?

I admit I find

your behavior puzzling.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Wait here.

Ask if they've seen Pop.

Glomaud hasn't been here yet.

Where could he be?

It's always breakfast time!

- Why do you do it?

- I like wine. Lay off.

- Listen...

- When I need you, I'll call.

Poor Franois.

Always eager to do a good deed.

Get down, boy scout. I'm off.

What's the matter with him?

Nothing.

That's just how he is.

How'd he get that way?

I don't know.

Walk me to my place?

Maybe Glomaud's back.

You coming?

What did he say about me?

- Lots of things.

- I mean in general.

He said you were

the only friend he ever had.

And how did he say it?

Sometimes he was happy.

Sometimes it made him mad.

You so concerned

about what he thinks?

No, just curious

whether I've changed too.

Well, I think you have.

You didn't even know me.

This way.

I remember you.

You chased all the girls.

Marie.

How old are you?

Seventeen.

Want me to kiss you?

- Come to the house.

- What about your father?

He's not there.

- You don't know that.

- Yes, I do.

I thought you were looking for him.

Come on.

- See if he's there.

- Come on.

No, he's not home.

You coming?

When did you start?

Two years ago.

Who with?

What do you care?

I know anyway, so say it.

If you already know...

Serge?

It wasn't Serge?

I thought so.

His wife know?

We only did it once.

Answer me.

Did she find out?

- Yes, he told her.

- How'd that happen?

He told her one day

when he was drunk and angry.

We should leave.

Glomaud will be home for lunch.

You're afraid of him, huh?

- Why do you call him Glomaud?

- Glomaud or Pop - it's all the same.

People used to say

he wasn't your father.

Really?

You mind me saying that?

It's funny. You observe us

as if we were insects.

You really don't like anyone.

On the contrary. I like everybody.

Why'd you say that about Glomaud?

Because...

because I love the truth.

Are you very sick?

I honestly don't know.

They won't tell me anything.

I was sick.

I was afraid I'd die.

No, he's not my father,

and I think everybody

knows it except him.

Now let's go.

Why do you live with him?

Someone has to look after him.

You know who your father is?

Ma wouldn't tell me,

even when she was dying.

Serge says she didn't know.

All done?

- You're all dirty.

- I know.

It's filthy work.

Serge, darling.

Leave me alone.

God, what a life!

What a stupid life!

I get up every day hoping

to just not think about anything.

And now Franois is back.

What have I got to show him?

That I've turned rotten.

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