Nathalie Granger Page #3

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It was the first time.

Where's the light from? The terrace?

What do I hear?

Is it a piano?

It's a child, no?

Nat's going to a boarding-house?

No, she's not going.

What will she do?

Nobody knows.

Music, maybe...

She cooked up

that you didn't feed her...

that you were very poor, and so on...

She beat another pupil...

For nothing, a missing eraser.

There were always good

and bad pupils...

this is nothing new for us.

But...

this violence...

from a very little girl...

They shot 4 times,

killed 3 times.

"Seize them if you fin them,

shoot them if they resist".

Invitation for a man-hunt

which every police station received

at 9.30 a. m. At this time indeed,

Mme Marie Bastide

biked in Dreux woods and saw

the two young killers asleep

near black car

at the Tower crossroad.

As this testimony

accorded with the other ones...

a vast police plan was organized

to seize the madmen...

who've terrified the region,

for 12 days.

"Kids" said Mme Bastide...

"One dark, one fair,

both exhausted".

The boys were ordered

to surrender.

A single shot at 1.30

was the only answer...

to a command of the Chief of Police.

This race against time is very painful...

considering their youth.

Only kids could do it...

making a bull's eye.

Blind-shots, that's it.

They were first seen

at the garage.

Is it far, Dreux?

The woods are near Bordires...

the road crosses them.

Hurry!

Tell the school Nathalie leaves.

Tell Datkin she'll come on Monday.

I'll insist on piano lessons.

After, it's too late.

Yes, after 8 years...

No chance she can stay in school?

Not a chance.

If she doesn't study piano,

she's finished.

At home, how does she seem?

Unhappy.

Touchy.

- Do you know her well?

- No.,

What does Nathalie like?

I think she likes music...

Give me 24 in Lignon...

About my daughter's piano lessons...

I phoned once.

The teacher told us...

We're sorry,

our principle is to leave

the child free to learn or

not to learn.

Only Nathalie will choose piano or not.

I can't hear you anymore.

Lignon is not far from home.

I'll see her,

I'll take her on Saturdays.

We have to phone to the Mayor

about Maria.

That's true.

"This is Nathalie's

Don't touch it".

Many branches fell down.

- From the wind?

- Yes.

I want to make a fire.

The Town Hall in Versailles, please...

Portuguese, yes...

That's the point... I phoned once.

The bailiff just told her to sign.

He told her it was nothing

important, a simple formality.

And she signed.

She signed her own expulsion.

Nothing to do?

But she does not understand our language.

Nothing?

Thanks.

Sometimes,

Nathalie wants to kill everybody...

She told Laurence.

She wants to be an orphan,

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