On ne choisit pas sa famille Page #5

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Chief!

- What'd you tell them?

- The truth. Why lie?

They have different names.

There's your answer.

What's this paper for?

A permit to travel

around the country.

They kept my passport.

Only until we leave with Maily.

With who?

Maily, our daughter!

Take it easy.

Jet lag's got me confused.

And these Chinese names!

They checked the certificate!

Calm down.

Maybe they found your sock.

Walk slowly and carry my bag.

We don't even have

the embassy phone number.

- Sh*t.

- Now what?

It's the French doctor.

Good news. A doctor on hand

in such a country isn't a bad thing.

- I'll do the talking.

- Watch your tone.

Shut up!

Honey.

Yes, that's me.

Glad to meet you.

Dr. Luix lzkeban.

Mother Marie-Souye is ill.

She asked me to come.

Hello, Doctor. Sorry...

The damp heat makes my palms sweat.

Yet the airport is air-conditioned.

Right... It must be lovely outside.

lzkeban. Is that a Spanish name?

No relation. I'm Basque.

No relation?

It's still pretty close.

They run bulls on both sides.

The Basque Country

isn't just bullfights.

Where exactly are you from, Doctor?

I was born in Arcangues.

Wasn't Dario Moreno

from the same place?

That was Luis Mariano.

Mariano, Moreno... Kinda like

Tweedledee and Tweedledum.

Even Tweedledum and Tweedledum,

if I may.

The car's outside.

Lead the way.

- He seems nice.

- Shut up.

We going straight to the orphanage?

Not until tomorrow.

A force 9 typhoon is still blowing.

Sh*t! How long are we gonna be

holed up here?

For as long as we have to, honey.

For tonight,

I've booked rooms in a fine hotel.

I'm sure you'll like it.

Mostly Japanese makes here.

What an eye.

Figures, for a pump attendant.

- Who is?

- You.

Who said so?

It's in the adoption file

Mother Superior showed me.

She's off her rocker!

Take it easy, Cesar.

It's my fault. I said mechanic,

and she wrote pump attendant.

Pump attendant, mechanic.

It's Tweedledee

and HumptyDo, as you say.

I'm not a mechanic either.

Why'd you say that?

Just what do you do in automobiles?

I'm the exclusive dealer

for Italian prestige cars

in Western Paris.

I wasn't far off.

You're a car salesman.

So I'm a car salesman.

Now I've heard it all!

It doesn't matter as long as

you're a good father to Maily.

The doctor's right.

That's what counts.

Anyway, attendants

are a thing of the past.

Now it's self-service

or credit cards.

Tell that to Marie-Stewya.

Marie-Souye.

I'll pass it on.

Wow!

Your pickup's had it.

Junkyard material.

Never. It was my wife's car.

She loved it

Forgive us, Doctor. We didn't know.

We had no idea.

Bags there. Climb in.

We didn't know what?

Shut up, I said.

- Move it, Cesar.

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