Pickpocket Page #4

My plans?

I want to know!

They asked if it was I who withdrew

that complaint, or your mother.

- What did you say?

- That your mother did.

Was it her?

So she knew.

Did you know too, Jeanne?

Did I know what?

But now you know.

Are you all trying

to drive me mad?

The police questioned you

about me.

They never mentioned you.

You see me living

without any income...

at least that I admit to.

And you can't guess?

Think, you idiot.

You?

They're going to arrest me.

My God!

But without proof,

they'll have to let me go.

How could you?

There's nothing worse.

You know that?

Knowing a deed is bad

doesn't stop you.

But why?

To get ahead.

I was frustrated getting nowhere.

There were other ways.

You accept it.

You accept a drunken father

and a mother who walks out on you,

placing all the burden on you.

That's how it is.

How what is?

I don't know.

Perhaps everything has a reason.

Jeanne, are you that nave?

Tell the truth.

Do you think I'm a thief?

Don't lie.

Yes, I think you are.

I won't shake your hand, then.

It's all too horrible.

Are you going away?

That idea suddenly

seemed possible.

I recall

wanting to take a suitcase.

I hardly knew anymore

what I was doing.

Would they let me

reach the station?

I went right to the ticket window.

I'll never forget that minute.

From Milan, I went to Rome

before continuing on to England.

I spent two years in London,

pulling off good jobs.

But I lost my earnings at cards

or wasted them on women.

I ended up in Paris,

drifting and penniless.

I ended up there

almost by accident.

The place seemed empty.

Why was I watching that child?

What did your father say?

He took my sister and left.

He took all I had.

But it's no crime to have a child.

It is. I was mad.

Why didn't you marry?

I didn't want to.

You, Jeanne?

Deceiving a man your whole life,

making him think you love him?

You didn't love him?

No, not enough.

Where is he?

- I haven't seen him in three months.

- Jacques?

Lmpossible.

I'll help you.

I'll look after the child.

You have to leave me

and never come back.

I can be honest.

At least let me try.

I'd lost touch with the police.

I felt at ease.

- You play the horses?

- Me?

- Are you going?

- Perhaps.

Have you won anything?

Nothing. And you?

Look.

Perhaps I was wrong.

Oddly, the winner

wasn't the horse he had backed.

His eyes had an evil gleam.

These walls, these bars

I don't care.

I don't even see them.

It's the idea.

What idea?

I dropped my guard

and got caught.

That idea is unbearable.

You're suffering.

I've confessed everything.

That will help.

But I'll deny it later.

I'll make it hard for them.

Why did you come?

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