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Alone?

Hiding place?

Gangster?

Guilty conscience?

Sad?

Locked up?

CODE UNKNOWN

AN INCOMPLETE ACCOUNT
OF VARIOUS JOURNEYS

Anne!

Jean! Hi.
What are you doing here?

- Where's Georges?
- Away. Left three weeks ago.

- Where'd he go?
- Kosovo.

Why?
Has something happened?

Are you freaking out?

What's going on?
Has something happened?

I'm not going back home.

Oh? Why, if I may ask?

Listen, I'm in a hurry.
Tell me about it as we walk.

When is Georges back?

No idea!
You know what your brother's like.

Is it that urgent?
Why are you in Paris anyway?

I took the early train.
I've been waiting an hour.

- What?
- Your fucking door code's changed!

There's a phone right in front.

I got your answering machine.

Sorry.

I need a place to stay.

- Sorry?
- Here in Paris.

- How come?
- I ran away!

Oh, yeah?

I can't stand him.

Is that all?

He's fixing up the old barn.

So? Hold on.
You must be hungry too.

You probably called
while I was in the bathroom.

- What?
- Forget it.

Aren't you hungry?

Where were we? Oh, right.
Your dad's doing what?

Fixing up the barn.

- So?
- For him to live in when I take over.

So?

- I'm not staying there!
- Really?

Why not? Haven't you always
wanted to run the farm?

No way!
That's what he wants!

Okay, fine.

Listen, I don't have
the answer here.

I'll tell Georges
to call you, okay?

I'm not going back.

You know you have to do
what your father says till you're 18.

Then you can make up
your own mind.

I already have.

We'll discuss it later. I don't have
the time or the patience now.

The show opened last night.
I got to bed at 4:30.

I just came down to buy
the papers and check reviews.

And in exactly 48 minutes
I have an important meeting.

So go easy on me.
I'm exhausted.

I'll give you my keys.
The code is 48B1 3.

If you're tired,
you can stretch out on the couch.

I'll be back around noon.

Just so it's clear:
You've seen my place.

There's not room for three.
Is that clear?

You remember the code?

See you later.

If the phone rings,
let the answering machine pick up.

Was that a decent thing to do?

What?

Was that right,
what you just did?

Fuck off.

You're going back
and apologizing to that woman.

Fuck you.

Let go of me!

Who the hell you think you are?

Apologize.

Go on.

Did you hear me?
Apologize!

Leave me the fuck alone!

I don't believe this!
What's going on?

Clear out right now!
Hooligans!

Unbelievable!
- Hold on. I can explain.

Don't go, okay?

This young man
humiliated this lady.

Let go of me!

Let go of him! Are you crazy?

Shame on you,
picking on a kid!

What business is it of yours?

Who asked you?

You even know what he did?

Ask before you butt in.

- What's going on?
- The bastard hit me.

- What?
- He hit me!

Maybe you could tell her why.

You mind telling me
what's going on?

I don't know
who you think you are...

but since everyone seems
so interested, I'll tell you.

That woman --
Stay here, please.

You stay there!

Don't try to sneak off.

Get the fuck out of my face!

Let him go, for God's sake!
Stop it!

Jean, calm down.

Break it up!

What's going on here?

What did he do?

They've been at it for a while.

Officer, I can explain.

I suggest you do.

I'll explain calmly
if you'll give me the chance.

This boy, this young man,

humiliated a woman
begging outside the bakery --

What woman?

The one with the yellow bag.

Victor.

He threw
a crumpled-up bag at her.

Come with me.

...sits there every day.
It's not good for business.

We feel bad for her, but still --

Thank you.

You can come and make
a statement if you wish.

- I can't leave the --
- Can I have my ID back?

Your ID, please.

Can I have my ID back?

Does it look
like I'm giving it back?

You're coming to the station first.
Then we'll see.

Understand?

That's better.

Take down his info.

Please. This way.

I've done nothing wrong.
I'll come of my own free will.

- Don't make trouble --
- You don't need to touch me.

I'll come on my own.

If you don't comply,
I'll handcuff you, okay?

Come on.

...in the basement of an oil mill
where little was left standing.

Our group includes
Mark Henderson from Newsweek,

myself,
and a dozen KLA fighters.

Two days ago we were
aiming to reach Drenica

to meet up
with an even smaller group,

but those plans got changed.

I've tried writing you several times,

but I gave up.

I didn't know what to say.

It's quiet outside.

The last shots were hours ago.

Waiting's the worst part.

Antoine turns five on May 11.

I hope to be back
in Paris by then.

Eve promised him
he could spend the day with me.

"Break a leg" for your play.

Chin up.
It's sure to be crap.

You won’t get this in time,
but I know you'll be great.

Sorry for my behavior
on our last day.

If you see Jean-Pierre --

Yes?

What?

I don't have time now.
I have a fare.

When?

What did he do?

They came to get him again?

How many of them were there?

Call Assa and Meissa.
I'm on my way.

Excuse me.
Could you slow down, please?

Sorry, sir.
I'm in a real hurry.

It's very important.

Well, I don't want
to end up in the hospital.

Are you deaf?
I said slow down.

Sorry, sir.

What the...?

I'm sorry.
I'll drop you at this taxi stand.

I don't believe this!

Sir, there's a taxi right there.

I'm very sorry.
There's absolutely no charge.

The nerve!

Rokia? Tell your mother
I'm on my way.

You can leave that there.
Just dump it all on the chair.

Leave the script there too.
You know it, I hope?

Of course.

Great. So we won't need it.

We'll take it
from just after he locks her in.

The door is the camera.

Act straight to the camera.

Luc, ready?

I'm ready.

Shall I read his part?

Yes, please.

You think you hear the door lock.
You go to make sure.

The door is indeed locked.

It's bolted.
You'll never get out of here.

Excuse me?

You'll never get out of here.

What do you mean?

I mean you're going to die here.

Is this a joke?

Not for me.

Nor for you, I'm afraid.

Look up at the ceiling.

See the base
of the light fixture?

There's a gas inlet there
for the lighting.

See now why I asked
if you had a lighter?

If you had, you could have
blown us both up.

Okay, what do you want?

Nothing.

I have absolutely nothing
against you.

I like you.

You just fell into my trap.

What do you mean,
I fell into your trap?

It means you're going to die.

I simply want to watch you die.

Please, stop this.

You've had your fun.
Now let's forget all this, okay?

I'm expected at home.
I have no time for games.

Neither do I, believe me.

Hear that whistling sound?

It's coming from the ceiling.

You'll smell it any moment now.

Stop it.

Stop this, please.

Let me out! Please!

You're wasting our time.

What do I have to do?

Show me your true face.

What?

Your true face.

What are you talking about?

What do you want?

I want to see your true face.

Not your lies and tricks.
A true expression.

What do I have to do?

Be spontaneous.

React to what's happening.

How?

Evening.

Beets. That's all there is.

They turned the apartment
upside down.

Everyone was there.
They all saw it.

Oh, the shame of it!

And your son?

He's a good boy.
He's never done any harm.

He's the eldest.
He helps a lot. He's a good boy.

I know.

They beat him
and humiliated him.

May Allah punish them.

He did nothing wrong.

They had no choice
but to let him go.

They had nothing on him.

I don't know
who brought this upon him.

I cooked fòyò
and took it to the homeless,

but all my efforts
are in vain

unless you help me.

You have to protect him.

Do you have anything of his?

We must never forget
where we come from and who we are.

We're not sons of slaves.

Your son is a proud, honest boy.
His heart is pure.

But he spends a lot of time
with white people.

Someone disapproves
and wants him to return.

Return where?

Home.

To the land of his ancestors.

That's ridiculous.
Who could possibly want that?

I have no idea.

It's the same person
who bewitched Salimata

and made her mute.

What have we done to him?

Salimata's illness is different...

While Lica and Marioara
delivered the calf,

Uncle Nelu gave them instructions
on his mobile phone from Rome.♪

when to pull, how to cut the cord
and rub the calf with straw.

It was their first time, you see?

Mobile phones are wonderful.

Marioara's cousin,
Georghe, has one.

He says that in some places

you can call without paying

because there's
some kind of trick, see?

I wouldn't know.

You've never used
a mobile phone?

Yes, but only rarely.

What about
when you called home?

Granny?
- Huh?

How did you call home?

I used a public phone.

Nicu, go see where he is.

Maria!

...cost half of what
Vasile brought back.

There must have been
350 or 400people at the funeral,

from as far away as Cluj.

He was an important man.

They think they're so important.

You'd rather they chucked
the old man in a hole?

What if we did that to you?
- Irina!

It's true, Mama!

You have to respect
people's labor.

People don't work
just so others can gossip.

Same for Dumitru.
But Papa keeps harping on it.

Do Nuta and Nicu
like their father being abroad?

Not to mention me.

But you never stop jabbering.

True enough.

Quiet now, so Mama
can look around in peace.

Nicu, give me that chocolate.

That's your third bar.
Give it to me!

How many did you give him?
- I don't remember.

Give me that!

It's beautiful.

Very nice.

Where did the sofa come from?

Ciocan gave it to Dumitru
for helping out

when he was home
for Christmas.

Very nice.

You like it?
- Sure, it's great.

Too bad there are
no armchairs with it.

She has delusions of grandeur,

but who knows
if she'll need all that.

Don't listen to him.

Sorin's parents said
they’d be better in his house,

since ours won't be ready
for the wedding.

Of course,
his is bigger and better

and I don't know what else.

- You don't like this house?
- Yes, I do.

- But Sorin doesn't?
- Sure he does.

It's not finished, that's all.

Of course.

They want
to make us feel grateful.

Sorin's mother says Nuta
may be too young.

All women's talk.
His father gave me his word.

If they don't want the house,
Florica can have it.

Then she might even find a man.

Shut up, Papa.
Are you drunk?

Hi. It's Georges.

Thanks.
Can you put Jacky on?

Hello, buddy.

I called from the airport,
but your line was busy.

A bit groggy, but I'm okay.

I'll be in tomorrow at 10:00.

How do the pictures look?

Really?

Maybe 12 miles from Drenica.
I wrote it on the roll.

She needs to learn to read!

Precisely!

When did he fly out?

Via Kabul?

Yeah, I heard it on the radio.

No, I was still in Tirana.

Anne's home.
I'll call you back.

You know where to reach me.

See you tomorrow.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, miss.

You okay?

I'm okay.

I hope the bathtub
doesn't overflow.

Me too.

Hello, you.

Does the central heating work?

It was completely overhauled
four years ago.

We can see the boiler later
if you wish.

Now we come
to what was the music room.

This way.

A superb room.

The paneling provides
excellent acoustics.

Very nice.

Strange lighting, though.

Why are there no windows?

They were walled up
and paneled over,

for the acoustics, I guess.

Hold on.

You hear the silence?

Quite amazing
with all the traffic outside.

What's behind this door?

A hallway to the stairs.

The key's been lost.
I'll have a new one made.

Thanks. I don't smoke.

I do, unfortunately.

Would you happen to have a...?

Sorry, no.

Excuse me.
My briefcase is next door.

I must have some matches.
I'll be right back.

She can't look straight
into the camera.

Her mark fell off

during the pan shot of--

Take 4.

Action!

Almost 30,000 square feet.
28,000 to be precise.

Yet the trees and hedges
ensure complete privacy.

So I see.

Shall we go on?

Everything's in excellent condition:

windows, doors, wallpaper.

The floor's even been varnished.

Does the central heating work?

It was completely overhauled
four years ago.

We can see the boiler later
if you wish.

Now we come
to what was the music room.

This way.

A superb room.

The paneling provides
excellent acoustics.

Meanwhile, the inspector
starts linking the crimes

and building
a psychological profile of the killer,

made easier by the fact
his own personality

is very similar to the realtor's.

What happens to you?

I can't tell you that!
It would ruin the surprise.

When's the film coming out?

Not right away.
We haven't finished shooting yet.

Christmas, I guess, or New Year's.
I really don't know.

There you are, sir.
No more bones.

Thank you, miss.

What service!
You should learn from her.

Are you back from a war zone?

How it's feel
coming back to civilization?

I've got a stack
of expenses to submit.

Seriously?

It's not hard coming back.

Everything's easy... at first.

A few days later it gets harder.
- Meaning?

I don't know.

Things are simple there.
It's here that life is complicated.

There, once you get
your bearings, it's easy.

Did you bring
your dentist's address?

- You want it right now?
- No, just so I don't forget.

It doesn't hurt at the moment,
but if I press, it's agony.

I know. I'll give you
the address later.

- Have you seen Martin yet?
- No.

Poor guy's shattered.
You gotta feel for him.

What happened?

Julie blew up at him. She took
the kids and left for her parents'.

I tried calling you all morning.

I just got in two hours ago.
Claudine...

...he could disembark,

except the captain
had his passport on board.

To get his passport
and disembark for a month,

he had to prove he had a job.

But in port he met
another guy from Mali --

I reserved a window table.

Is the name Traore?

That's right. Amadou Traore.

I'll go and check.

This is fine.
Forget it. Let's stay here.

Okay, if you want.

So?

So what? Oh, right.

So the guy from Mali promises
to find him a job.

They ask the captain

if he'll return my father's passport
once he's hired.

The captain agrees.

An hour later, the other guy returns,
panting like he's run miles.

He says his boss
will hire my father,

but he needs his passport
to confirm his particulars.

The captain hands it over

but tells my father
to stay put as security.

I'm sorry, sir.
Your reservation was for 7:30.

It's now 8:15.
Window tables are very popular.

It's 8:15 already?

Oh, well.
Can we have the menu?

Coming right up.

Listen...

what's up with that watch?

Don't you like it?

So-so.

So he had to stay on the boat?

Yes. The only way
from his cabin to the gangplank

was past the captain's cabin,
who kept his door wide open

so no one could leave unseen.

There was a bigger boat
right alongside.

Oh... sorry.

- That's not ours.
- It's not?

Well, if anyone should ask,
it's behind the bar, okay?

What are you drinking?

- What do you want?
- I don't know.

Our strawberry cocktail's
quite refreshing.

It's great in this heat.

Sound good?

One house cocktail and a Perrier.
- All right.

So what did he do?

He pulled on two pairs of pants

and a couple shirts and sweaters
and left all the rest.

He climbed onto the other ship
and got away that way.

The other guy was waiting
on shore with his passport.

Great story!

My dad can tell you stories
like that for days on end.

Know what you want?

One house cocktail...

and a Perrier.

Found anything you like?

Not yet.

Take your time.
The kitchen closes at midnight.

...you think you have to photograph
death and destruction

so I know what war is?

And those Indian kids
so I know what famine is?

What a dumb assumption!

Don't get worked up.
You'll ruin your appetite.

We're talking
about different things, Francine.

For you, it's theory.
For me, real life.

But you can't convey that
in your pictures.

You're right.

So what's the point?

- Back on your favorite topic?
- Why not?

If I can't needle my friends,
who can I?

Me, darling.
I'm your sparring partner.

Look over by the wall.

The black guy who hassled Jean.
Don't let him see!

Hi there, Maria!

Mihai Popa!
How are you doing?

Very well.

So I see.

We do our best. And you?

I'm fine too.

On your way home?
Jump in.

No, don't bother.

It's on my way
and you’ve got a heavy bag.

- When did you get back?
- A few weeks ago.

And you?
- Last week.

- How's Mirela?
- Very well.

She's a nanny for a couple,
both doctors.

Where?

Dublin.

I look after the garden
and everything else.

I'm only here for shearing.

You've landed on your feet.

You might say that.

What about you?
How was Paris?

Fine.

What did you do there?

I found a good job in a school.

Great! How long did you stay?

- Four months.
- Is that all?

I missed the children.

And Dragos missed you, eh?

Here we are.

- Thanks.
- My pleasure.

The house looks nice.

Is it finished?
- Nearly.

- When's the wedding?
- Spring.

Thanks again.

- Are you going to Olteanu's wedding?
- You'll have to ask Dragos.

If there's drinking, he'll be there.
It'll be a nice wedding.

I'm sure.

Say hi to Dragos.

And say hi to Mirela in Dublin.

Hello, Nathalie.
It's Anne. Anne Laurent.

No problem.
Could I speak to Georges?

Really?

You know when he'll be back?

And Jacky doesn't know either?

No, it's not that important.

Yes, ask him to call me at home.
Thanks.

Hello, Mrs. Becker.

Did you write this?

No.

I didn't write anything.

Could you at least read it?

I don't have my glasses.

I didn't write anything.

I never write
little notes like that.

Are you sure?

If you knew anything,
you'd tell me, right?

- I don't understand what you want.
- Nothing.

I thought it was your writing.
Please forgive me.

I'm sorry, miss.

...in the distance, far off,
are lights,

yellow lights, twinkling.

I see them through the walls.

Shapes coming toward the house.
I can't identify them.

They want to get in.

They bang on the door
and scratch at the walls.

Then the door bursts open.

I wake up

and try to stand up,

but I can't move.

I scream.
I implore Allah to help me.

As I'm praying,
I hear loud laughter behind me.

Then I screamed so loud

that Youssuf woke up
and turned on a light.

I was hysterical.

But there was no one there
who could have laughed.

And that's when
the migraines started?

When I get them,

I can't even move.

It's as if someone’s
driving a stake through my head.

What did the white doctor say?

Amadou and his friend came
and gave me some pills.

"Dear Papa,
I can't stay here any longer.

Please don't try to find me. Jean."

I have no idea!

It can't have been the little girl.

She wouldn't sign it
"a defenseless child."

It's ridiculous!
A 10-year-old girl wouldn't write that.

And it's not
a child's handwriting.

- Then it must be the neighbor.
- And so?

- So you believe her or you don't.
- It's that simple, huh?

No, it's just how it is.

If you believe her, call the cops.
If not, forget it.

Or talk to the girl's parents.
- And say what?

"Do you beat your child?
Do you ever torture her?

Why is she always screaming?"

How would you handle it?

Chablis or Sancerre?

I don't give a shit!

You just don't care.

I do, but you got the letter,
not me.

I can't decide for you.
- You could fucking help!

It's too easy
to just wash your hands of it.

I've never heard her cry.
I don't even know her.

I don't know her parents.

I've said hello to the old lady
three times.

It doesn't involve me.
Can't you get that through your head?

Nothing ever involves you.

When there's trouble, you're off.

- If you say so.
- Aren't I right?

Why don't you grow up and stop
letting others decide for you?

And you never run away?

Huh? What about your son?

You sound like a broken record!

What are you getting at?

What if I was expecting a child?

What are you saying?

I'm pregnant.

What if I were pregnant?

- Is this a joke?
- No, it's not a joke.

I had an abortion
while you were gone.

Seriously?

You decide.

You got a problem?

What's all this about?

You expect me to take you seriously?
- No, I don't.

Have you ever made
anyone happy?

Answer me.

Have you ever made
a single person happy in your life?

No.

Didn't you want some rice?

Is that setting a good example?

What's Salimata going to think?

And the other children,
when they get older?

Answer me.

- But there was a group of them.
- Nonsense!

The teacher said--
- She can say what she wants.

You'd rather believe her
than your own son?

The mother who told the teacher
caught hereon red-handed.

And the teacher said?

She's raising him on her own.
She can't cope.

I check his pockets every morning.

- I'm talking to my son.
- And I'm talking to you!

I won't be silenced
because I'm sick.

What's the teacher say?

The woman caught her son
smoking weed.

He said Demba gave it to him.

And as the only black kid,
he's the guilty one.

- Quiet!
- He'll end up in jail too.

Wash your mouth out.
Amadou is innocent.

Look how they all follow
his example.

He hangs out with white girls

instead of looking out
for his brother.

As for your daughter,

look at her,
with her yellow crew cut!

Answer me truthfully.

What have I done to you?

Be quiet!

I can't hear myself think.

Demba, you and I
are going to have a talk,

and if you lie to me,

you'll regret it all your life.

Well?

It was François.

He took my jacket
in the school yard.

Who's François?

The boy whose mother
went to see the teacher.

He said he'd give my jacket back

if I gave him 100 francs.

I asked him
how I was supposed to do that,

but he just laughed.

He threw my jacket down

and stomped on it.

He said I was lucky
he didn't ask for 200,

and if I didn't bring him
100 francs,

then the next day

I wouldn't recognize my jacket.

And?

Nothing.

He said I'd just have to steal
the money from home.

He still has my jacket.

Meaning?

I didn't give him the money.

That must be why he got mad

and told his mother
those things about me.

Demba, is that the truth?

If you desire the spleen...

and will laugh yourselves
into stitches, follow me.

That gull Malvolio

has come to court my lady...

in yellow stockings...

cross-gartered...

most villainously!

I have dogged him
like his murderer.

He does obey
every point of the letter.

He does smile his face

into more lines

than is in the new map
with the augmentation of the Indies.

You have not seen such a thing.

I can hardly forbear
hurling things at him.

I know my lady will strike him.

If she do...

he'll smile

and take it for a great favor.

Anyone out there?

...to start a new life.

When's he coming back?

I have no idea.

I miss him.

I miss him too.
We all miss him.

He doesn't miss us.

He'll be sad all by himself

He won't be all by himself.

He has his oldest brother
and lots of family there.

He'll take a new wife,
a girl half my age.

Show some respect
for your father!

Where has he gone?

Very far away.

What would you do
if he were here?

Stop acting like
you're above it all.

- He'll be traveling a long time.
- How?

First by car.

Then by boat.

Then by car again.

Is he ever coming back?

What about Uncle Aké
two years ago?

Did he ever come back?
Safi's still waiting.

Papa's old, you know.

It's his home there.

Where?

Africa.

Where's Africa?

- When?
- Two weeks from Monday.

Ion Fratila's wife
is driving us to Halmeu,

right on the border.

- How many of you?
- Five so far. With you, six.

Anyone from the village?

Think about it.

It's a good opportunity.

Don't you think, Mama?

I'll have to talk to Dragos.

Of course.

- Would you like one?
- Thanks.

I can't see Papa saying no.

I said I'll talk to Dragos.

...thought he'd get married
in a few years,

and he'd have
a decent house ready to live in.

It took us most of the spring.

François lent a hand,
even though he's always busy.

But no!

It wasn't to his lordship's taste.

How come François called you?

Because he's concerned.

Why? About me?

He should mind his own business.

He wanted to help.

That's why he called you?

Because of the bulls?

He should be happy.

Now he'll get more for his.
He needs all he can get.

Where's Jean now?

Why are you asking me?

I have no idea.

How would I know?

I'm too busy
to go running after him.

In any case, he's right.

There's no future here.

At least he won't have
to get up at 5:00 a.m. anymore.

He can laze about all he likes.

Isn't it the truth?

Do you people in the city
get up at 5:00?

You should know.
You set a fine example for him.

Sorry. I didn't mean that.

It's okay.

The truth is different.

You want something to eat?

No, thanks. Really.

Even after that long drive?

Honestly, Papa, don't worry.

How are things with you?
Acting going well?

Just fine, thanks.

I was just in a thriller.

You have to go see it
when it comes out.

You'll have to write me
with the title when it's finished.

Prettier every day.
Far too good for you.

At this rate, next time
I won't even recognize you.

It'll be called The Collector.

Well, probably.

What are you going to do now?

About what?

"About what"?

Aren't you going to look for Jean?
- Not anytime soon!

It's been six weeks.
He's made his choice.

He'll either come back on his own --

Or what?

Or...

Excuse me.

I left the pump running out there.

I feel sorry for him.

A lot of good that does him!

What are you going to do?

And no noise, understand?
No speak!

If they find you, finito l'amore!
Get it?

Okay, boss. No worry.
We understand, boss.

Do business in box, okay?
Nothing dirty up there.

If they smell you,
it's like they hear you!

Got that?

Yes, boss.

In Paris, wait for me to open up.
Don't get excited.

Wait till we get to the station.

Of course, boss.
We wait. Thank you.

That's all. Have a good trip.

...we believe that little Françoise

has already entered
into your kingdom.

In your goodness...

grant that we might one day
share with her...

in eternal life.

Through Jesus Christ, amen.

...the second day,
on the road from Ghurian to Herat.

They separated us.
I was left in a totally dark room.

A bearded Taliban fighter
appeared every two hours,

silhouetted in the doorway,
and pointed at me.

"You French, "he'd say,

before miming
cutting his throat.

Absolutely charming.

After two days,
that guy was replaced.

A new guard turned up.
He had a flashlight

and asked
in perfect English...

I felt so relieved.

I told him my story.♪

photographer,
big misunderstanding, etc.

He listened
and then asked again...

He seemed to be trying
to reassure me, so I said it all again,

slowly and more clearly.

I'd probably garbled half of it
the first time through.

When I'd finished,
he looked at me and said...

It was all the English he knew.

He didn't even know
what it meant.

In the end,
Phil got us out

thanks to
his contacts at CNN.

You can mention it to Francine.
It'll make her laugh.

In my dark cell, I often thought
about what she'd said.

Don't tell her that.
She'll be even more unbearable.

It's easy to speak abstractly
about the "ecology of the image"

and "value
of the non-transmitted message."

The real question is:
What are the consequences?

Truth is, she just doesn't want
to be bothered.

Who knows?
Maybe she's right.

How would knowing all that
help her?

I don't think I'm fit
for life in peacetime.

At least,
what you call "peacetime."

We've been in Kabul four days now,
waiting for something to happen.

People are polite but wary.
I can hardly blame them...

Good stuff!
Did your husband make this?

Yes.

You can tell.
It's not like that rotgut.

Here, son.

Where's Lenutza?

Lenutza left two weeks ago

to meet her sister in Italy
and work picking grapes.

She went with a big group.

Who has her card?

No idea.
Who has Lenutza's card?

What?

Who bought
Lenutza's yellow card?

Maybe that new girl from Aliceni.
Mirela.

That's right. Mirela.

A few days before Lenutza left,
four people arrived from Aliceni.

One of them bought her card.

What are you so upset about?

Are you homesick?
- No.

I wanted to sell newspapers.

What do you mean?

Before I left, I called Lenutza.

She promised me her yellow card
so I could sell papers.

She wanted to go home.

Can't you just apply?

I was deported
a few months ago.

You'll find something.

Of course.

Sure I will.

One day, in Certeze,

I gave some money to a gypsy
beggar and touched her hand.

She was so dirty,
I ran to wash my hands.

I was afraid
I'd catch some disease.

She disgusted me.

So?

Last winter...

on Boulevard Saint-Germain,

a well-dressed man
was about to give me 20 francs.

But when he saw...

my outstretched hand,

he drew back in disgust
and threw the money in my lap.

I rushed back here
and hid in the attic.

I cried my eyes out all day.

I felt so ashamed.
You understand?

All bark and no bite!

You're out of your league!

- What did you say?
- I love you.

- I love you too.
- But I really love you.

- Really truly?
- Really truly.

- Really really truly?
- Really really truly.

Pierrot!

Don't move!

Wait there! Don't move.

Why did you climb up there?

Can't you see it's dangerous?

There's a balloon.

If you do that again,
you'll get your first spanking ever!

You understand?
- Yes, Dad.

I feel sick.

Come here.

I feel sick.

Get out of here.

Do we have to watch you
every second?

We have to move.

What?

I can't live on the 20th floor,

always worrying he'll fall.

Let's stop there.

And start where?

From the top, of course.

Really?

No, just trying to scare you.

No, the shot after all the gurgling,

when you say,
"I really love you..."

Redo that? It was fine.

- You didn't hear the plane?
- What plane?

You could hear a plane fly over.

Okay, kids, let's go.

I love you too.

Sorry. Once more.

Okay, here we go.

I love you too.

Okay, calm down.

Can we just calm down?
We have a lot to do.

Sorry.

Down to business.

Okay, recess is over.

Let's try to act grown up
and get some work done.

Is it so hard to tell him
"I love you"?

No, not really.

Thank you.

Here. For you.

Thank you.
Beautiful car, sir.

Excuse me.

Are you a top model?

Honestly, with your looks,

you just have to be
in that line of work.

I'm in the biz too.

Wouldn't guess it, huh?

You wouldn't, would you?

I was at the gym.

How about it?

Don't talk to the riffraff?

I hope I didn't offend you.

I just wondered if you're one
of those beautiful rich people.

You know, high society.

No?

Then maybe...

you're an uptight little typist

waiting for Prince Charming
to race up in his Ferrari?

Is that it?

I don't get it.

How can you be
so beautiful yet so arrogant?

That's not very nice!

What am I going to do
all by myself

in the big bad city?

Right?

What do you say, sir?
Isn't that pretty low?

Maybe I'm not
good enough for her.

If Madame is on the subway
with the riffraff,

there must be a reason.

Must be the chauffeur's day off.

That must be it.

What about you, ma'am?

What do you think?

Nothing? Is that so?

Too bad.
She has no opinion.

What are you gonna do now?

Snub me again
in front of everyone?

Hop into the next car?

That's too easy.

Why? Do I smell?

Is that it?

I'm just a little Arab
looking for a little affection,

like everyone else.

Nothing doing?

Too bad.

You stupid jerk!

Who's a jerk?

Shame on you!

I'll be seeing you.

Don't you worry.

Thank you.