The Pack Page #2

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Until tomorrow, John John.

I f***ed your score.

Uh...

I talked with a Miss

Charlotte Massot.

She reported

the disappearance of a friend.

Really?

Yes. She came from your place.

When?

Last Saturday.

In the weekend

my mother is here.

Ah...

You must ask her self.

- Is she here?

- No.

She takes care of the farm.

He doesn't look very well.

There was a cop in the bar.

He asked lots of questions.

Who cares of this old fart!

Go and take care of the new ones.

They won't be long now.

I like the little girl.

She's nice.

It's really petty for her.

I'm talking to you!

- She hasn't always been like that,

you know.

When my brothers died,

she became crazy.

The authorities preferred

to let them die in the mine...

... rather than risk

a gas blast.

We can't do anything against them.

The village people

talked about creatures...

... born of the mud and blood of the dead.

Miners were killed underground.

We laughed a lot about that,

I can tell you.

It's really weird

whom they chose, you know.

We dug too deep, I think.

My mother says that

the earth wants blood.

And we have no right

to refuse.

Bonjour, Madame!

Oh, my God!

Pardon.

I did not want to scare you.

- It's OK.

Is only so few visits...

... these times.

What can I do for you?

- I want you to tell me

about Charlotte Massot.

Don't know anything.

But if...

I met her in your yard,

and it's not long ago.

I remember it well...

... pretty little things like her,

don't come here so often.

Oh yes...

A small dark-haired?

Yes.

- Pretty girl.

- Yes.

It may have happened

something to her.

What makes you say that?

how about coming in for 5 minutes?

You're standing there lost

and I forget my manners.

Sit down.

Thank you.

I'll make a coffee for you.

Although my road...

... they're just out there, huh.

All right, all right.

You took me for a coward, eh?

But frankly,

I don't blame you.

OK. Come here.

Come here...

I told you it wasn't safe

to give a lift to a hitchhikers.

Come.

Give me a good reason

to not shoot you.

I don't know one.

You.

I'll kill them. All!

What are you looking for?

- We have a chance maybe.

They are lower

when the moon is decreasing.

We must return to the heap.

They can live

in the land of the tips.

Well La Spack?

Laughing less now?

You fat slut!

This isn't the day to quit smoking.

Chinaski? Chinaski!

- Forget it.

We gotta be there before nightfall.

Chinaski!

Ha!

Look what I found!

Perfect timing.

We're lucky.

We're what?

I wanted to f*** this little slut.

That's right!

- It's a mania!

- Yeah, but I like it.

The old Spack!

Oh, damn!

- She sucks!

Why did she throw this head?

- Were going to f*** her

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