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MARSEILLES - SEPTEMBER 3

I have to tell someone something...

but I can't.

Bad news?

I don't know.

You have to help me.

It's now or never.

Tell me about her.

MARSEILLES - AUGUST 3

She's gone.

Call the whole thing off.

Everyone can go home. The marriage is off.

-We need to talk. -This won't all fit in the freezer.

To think I had it catered for 150!

I'll have a little bite. I don't feel well.

And a little drink.

Where are my anchovies? I ordered anchovies!

Roger said she took money from the safe.

She had the keys?

Marriage means trust.

Have an hors-d'œuvre.

-Come on, Luigi. -I'm on a diet.

What do you know about her?

Nothing.

What are you thinking?

What women are capable of.

And what are you thinking?

Nothing.

Should I try looking for her?

I need a lead to start with.

She's from the Champagne region. Her parents are dead.

Does she mean a lot to you?

New file: August 4, 1997.

Client: Pierre Lindien.

Form of payment: cash.

Twice as much if I bring her back.

What would I do without him?

Subject: France Robert.

Case: missing person.

Priority: bring her back.

Conclusion: like I told him before,

never trust a woman.

FOR SALE

My first lead: the village.

LOUSY CHAMPAGNE - SEPTEMBER 5

90% of all missing persons

return to their hometowns.

930 inhabitants.

Specialties:

grains, chickens, sheep...

World War I memorials.

I'm looking for people who knew France Robert.

Family, neighbors, friends.

Who are you?

A friend.

You'll see her parents' farm as you leave the village.

They're not dead?

She left.

She just left one day. Without any warning.

Then a month later, we received a money order.

Every month we got one for the same amount.

With the first money order, she enclosed a list of everything:

her room and board, her schooling...

Everything she cost us

from the age of 18 to when she left, at 26.

She divided it up

and every month we received the same sum,

for about a year or so.

And a loan she had given us.

And she borrowed some money when she left.

A lot?

Not much, but enough so she could leave.

Maybe she had to see the world.

One day...

we'll know why she left.

Any boyfriends?

Once she had a fling with a boy from around here.

That's when she mentioned the United States.

But otherwise she didn't have

much to do with men.

No mention of marriage?

Never!

No, and then...

We never pushed her one way or the other.

-We... -No.

She was free to come and go.

Are you religious?

We're Catholic.

No foreigners here?

We don't have any at all!

Many people were born here.

There aren't many foreigners in the village.

When we get married, we don't go looking too far.

Did you get along well with her?

For us, things were fine. Maybe less so for her.

She was all we had.

She was an only child.

Yes. She was an only child.

Do you wish you had more?

We'd have preferred a son.

Of course.

For the farm, it's better.

Girls get married. They go away.

Boys stay and work the land. It's better.

And since we couldn't have...

We couldn't have others.

There's no controlling Mother Nature.

Did you love her?

Of course.

We're sort of sorry she left.

Very.

Yes. For everything.

We're very sorry...

She's all we have.

We wonder what'll happen to us.

What'll happen to the farm without her?

How about a drink?

I'm on a diet. I don't drink.

Just a small one.

Have a small one. Liquor's good for you.

Don't believe them.

Everyone can use a drink sometimes.

Thank you.

To your health!

And to France's safe return!

Yes.

Stay for dinner.

I have a hotel room. I don't want to bother you.

Don't waste your money. We have an extra room.

France's room is empty. It's all yours.

No, no.

Memo 1.

August 5, 1997.

Check out the money orders.

First set of witnesses:

the parents.

They're alive.

Surviving, in any case.

Waiting for her to come back.

They'll be waiting a while. For her, they're dead.

Witness:

Lucien, cemetery caretaker.

Family friend.

Maybe living around here wasn't for her.

Too many dead people, maybe.

The dead? No, no...

They're not the tough ones!

No, no.

I was in business before.

Believe me, this is easier. No hassles.

Witness:

Marie Toussain. 27 years old.

You went to farming school with France, right?

Yes.

You knew her well?

Pretty well.

Did you know she disappeared two years ago?

Do you have

any idea where she may be?

No, I don't. She never talked much.

Are you married?

-Any kids? -A daughter.

-How old? -Almost a year.

You going with mom? Come on.

Witness:

Eric Pacard. 30 years old.

The village Casanova.

Took over his father's farm.

-Ever think of her? -Rarely. That's enough.

Can you describe her in two words?

In two words?

Uptight.

Incomprehensible.

Uptight?

Yeah, at first. But I loosened her up.

Meaning?

You tell me.

I don't know. It depends on the person.

She didn't know a thing.

What's this?

A fagiano. A pheasant.

A stork. A black stork from Africa.

Leave her where she is.

She left because she wanted to.

A liqueur?

My veins are already full of it.

Thanks anyway. I have to go.

-Where are you from? -Me? Marseilles.

It's me.

I'll hold.

The girl in purple is from City Hall.

Be nice to her.

So?

What are they like?

Where are you? What's that racket?

And her folks?

Brothers and sisters?

An only child. I knew it.

Take pictures for me.

I want to see where she comes from.

What I like about you is your sentimental side.

Watch out. Be careful.

Will you be staying here long?

Until I find out where France is.

I've told you all I know.

I hope it'll take you a while.

I live just out back. Come have a drink.

I'm all alone. My husband's in Paris.

Are you married?

Not anymore.

That's real sad.

It's the only thing that makes me happy.

Being all alone is no good.

I can't stay alone for five minutes.

You want a cut?

Maybe just a massage.

Marie-Pierre Chenu.

28 years old.

Massage queen.

Her hands...

her body...

Is France anything like her?

I'm glad you came.

Thank you.

Have you been married long?

You sure are the curious type!

Maybe I shouldn't answer. I don't know you.

I don't even know where you're from. Venice? Rome?

You first, me later.

You want some?

No, thanks. I'm on a diet.

I got married a year ago. I wore white.

I had to settle down. I was tired of fooling around.

Tell me about France. Were you friends?

France didn't have any friends.

And I don't like girls much. I get on better with guys.

France and I weren't buddy-buddy. Especially after Pacard.

What happened with Pacard?

France was sort of a prude...

She was no teen sexpot.

One day,

after track practice, she asked me what it was like

to make love.

I was surprised that at 16 she had to ask.

So I started telling her.

She couldn't believe what we do first.

Stuff like foreplay.

Like with fingers and mouths.

She couldn't believe it.

Her parents aren't much fun. They're really religious.

Are you?

I go to mass sometimes on Sundays.

Or else people would talk.

And I had a church wedding, like everyone else.

Do you believe in God?

Sort of...

It's way too sad to think we're all alone.

You don't believe?

When I see girls like you, I almost do.

Otherwise, I think we're all alone.

You're not alone.

Shall we dance?

Here?

Why not?

A slow dance?

I have to go.

Won't you stay a little?

No.

You have... no idea where she may be?

No.

Thank you.

Memo 3. August 8, 1997.

Ask a doctor if it's normal to feel no desire.

2 years, 1 week and 3 days

without sex.

Why don't I move in with the hairdresser?

Is France like her?

Is France like her?

So the first boy is Mr. Right?

It's the first time someone loves me.

How would you know? And what about the farm?

He got a job in the States and wants me to come.

She wants to marry the Pacard boy and go off to America.

That's a good one!

We need you here.

There are plenty of local boys.

But I love him.

We love you too.

-Do you love me? -Sure.

-Do you really? -How about you?

-I'd lose everything. -You'd gain me.

She can't come back here.

She'll never come back.

Neither will I.

-Thank you. Goodbye, ma'am. -Goodbye.

I made you a sandwich. With lots of mustard.

Take it.

-Yes, yes, I insist. -Thank you. Goodbye.

Take care.

Don't speed.

Who is France Robert?

No one here ever knew.

Dead end in Champagne country.

I'll trace back her money orders.

The only way of tracking her down.

Yes, yes.

Yes.

Don't worry. I'll call you.

I'd better not run into her!

MARSEILLES - AUGUST 10

Your princess?

Not my princess, yours!

Believe me, she's not worth it.

It's a waste of time.

Girls like her come a dime a dozen.

ROAD TO ROISSY - AUGUST 11

ROAD TO ROISSY - 2 YEARS EARLIER

It's dangerous running here. Where are you going?

And you?

The airport.

On a trip?

To Thailand.

I'm going to Paris.

On foot?

By car, if you don't mind.

ROISSY - HILTON HOTEL

It's all about willpower.

You're brooding.

I don't know you, but you're sad.

Tormented. Desperate, even.

Driven to despair, running on empty, at the end of the road.

Give yourself a goal.

For example, tell yourself...

that you want me.

I'm your project now. We have an hour together.

You want me.

Start working toward it.

You'll stop brooding because you have a goal.

Let me take you along.

I don't want to lose you.

If that's what you want.

I'm free.

What about track? And your family?

That can wait.

I do as I please.

With whoever I please.

So will you take me?

It's a deal.

Thailand's beautiful.

I'm looking for France Robert. It concerns an inheritance.

I'm a lawyer. I can't find her.

I heard she lived here for a while.

At the supermarket,

they mentioned you. They said you two were close.

About a year ago.

1 year, 3 weeks.

Good memory. Were you... very close?

I want to open a bank account.

No problem.

New clients are always welcome.

Do you have a job?

At the supermarket nearby.

A steady income gives you two account options.

A checking account for daily expenses

and a savings account for future plans.

It earns interest. It's useful for long-term projects.

A checking account will do.

OK.

Anyway, you can always change your mind.

What's your address?

Formule 1 Hotel.

A hotel...

Can anyone act as your guarantor?

Without a fixed address, you're not eligible

for a credit card or checkbook.

That's the rule.

Forget it. Thanks...

Maybe we can work something out.

Will you be at the hotel long?

It depends.

Why did you break up?

Do you always

fall in love with your clients?

Having a party?

I looked all over. I couldn't find you.

I didn't know you were on skates.

I'm coming.

I have to go.

I was wondering

if you were free to eat all this with me.

What do you want?

To ask you out.

Are you sure?

Positive.

5 rue des Rosiers.

You're not too talkative.

Not tonight.

I'd like a cigarette.

You loved her...

You loved her?

I meant to say...

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

Sex will cost you 400 francs, plus a rubber.

-Not funny. -Not meant to be.

-I don't get it. -It's simple.

Get lost.

I'm talking to you!

400 francs? Are you some kind of whore?

Screw your 400 francs! What's 400 francs to you?

Dinner in a restaurant. Four bouquets of flowers. Or a dress.

And an ugly one at that!

You'd spend 400 francs on any girl.

This way, I'm sure you really want me.

Get it?

You may be just after the money!

-Why should I pay and not you? -Ask me!

-What would you say? -Go on, ask!

-Maybe you ask every guy! -You're the first.

-Why me? -Because...

Because I think I love you.

I'm sick of paying. It's no fun anymore.

You don't care?

If you stop, I stop.

So let's stop. Let's get married.

Did you hear me?

Yeah, I heard.

So?

I need to think it over.

I denied Brancherot's loan. Not enough collateral.

I told them it was OK.

I looked it over again. It's too iffy.

You'll find an excuse. I trust you.

See you tonight.

She's my boss.

And my wife.

I got married six months ago.

Congratulations.

I'm sorry, I have work to do.

Maybe she's just a thief, after all.

She tried to rip off the bank.

Is he pissed at her?

I test myself to see if I miss her.

The answer's yes.

Try doing the same thing.

It'll stop you from cracking up again.

Luigi, I can feel it coming. Be careful in Paris.

Hello?

Bullshit! You hear me perfectly well!

Get a nice hotel and some sleep. Find her. She has to be somewhere!

Memo 5. August 14, 1997. Paris.

I never thought I'd come back here.

France Robert and her stupid itinerary!

From one bitch to another.

Point in common: leaving with no warning.

Question: what does loving someone get you?

Answer: you end up alone, like an ass,

in front of your house which you're now locked out of.

Conclusion: leave.

Resume the investigation.

Questions:

what is she fleeing?

Where is she going?

What's she looking for?

This was her room.

Can I rent it?

His fiancée stayed in here for six months.

Would you mind moving next door?

-Sorry... -No problem.

-Need a hand? -I'm fine.

-Here, take this. -Forget it.

PARIS - 1 YEAR EARLIER

You're the new girl?

Today's my first day.

No more Mrs. Leflaive?

Your wife said she left in a hurry.

She never told me.

She never says much. Where are the kids?

In their room.

I'll be going now.

OK.

4 hours, that makes 240 francs.

Usually my wife takes care of that.

Where is she? Not home yet?

I don't know.

She'll make up for the rest.

See you tomorrow.

Not tomorrow. It's every other day.

So this is where you work?

Yes, it is.

You can't see the market?

Why do you do it?

For the money.

To try to get by.

Are there things you won't do?

Anal sex.

That turns me off.

That's a private area.

It's my ass. I don't want anyone in it. For me, sex is different.

You're not afraid?

Sure I am.

You have to push yourself to do it.

If it's your only way out, you do it.

You do turn me on, but not when you act up.

Of course you turn me on! We can't talk about this now.

No, I'm not going out. The cleaning girl is here.

Not over the phone.

I'll be here all day.

I'm late.

I'm on my way. I can't stay long.

Me too. See you in a minute.

Are you married?

Do you live with someone?

You're all alone?

Sort of.

This is for today.

My wife's not in?

She went out. I was taking a break.

I could use a break too.

What's that?

Pictures of Olympic champions.

Are you athletic?

Not really. I run a little.

A runner!

-Kids, do your homework. -We did it.

Then go play in your room.

I'll be going.

Stay a little. Learn to relax. Is someone expecting you?

Come sit down.

Come here!

You have legs like a gazelle's.

I used to run when I was younger.

I used to sprint. 100 meters.

I beat them all. I'd have outrun you. Easily.

I've been working for four hours.

And I ironed your shirts. That's 300 francs.

The rest costs extra.

Your wife paid.

I was getting worried.

I lost track of the time.

I need cigarettes.

Can we have dinner tomorrow?

I'll be alone.

No. I want to finish my book.

It's called Beam Me Up, Scotty.

Like I said, 60 francs an hour doesn't include me.

How's this?

We have a dinner date tomorrow.

You don't give a shit.

This is for you.

I can do whatever I want!

How long have you been married?

You didn't wash the grapes.

How long?

Twelve years.

How many times a week do you have sex?

What a question! It depends on the week.

Is that your side of the bed?

Little pig!

You eat with your fingers.

Can I have some?

Some more.

Not like that. I don't want to.

Not like that!

Not like that.

"Not like that"? That's usually my wife's line.

I pay, you play!

Why are you all the same?

It's incredible!

There was one exception.

She was Russian.

I met her in St. Petersburg.

She said she was a virgin.

She wanted it up the ass, not in the cunt.

-You're not a virgin. You're a whore. -I'm no whore.

You're not a whore? What are you then?

Get dressed.

My wife will be home soon.

Now I remember. She worked here for three months.

Then she disappeared. No explanation.

She didn't behave strangely?

Have a seat.

No, I won't bother you for long.

So you're a detective?

My first real-life detective.

What are you doing? Go play in your room.

Do you know anything about her everyday life?

Do you work?

No, I take care of my kids.

-Nothing's happened to her? -That's what I'd like to find out.

She never stole?

She wasn't the type.

Isn't the Hotel Royal Monceau nearby?

I'll be going now.

-Today's the 21st. -I'm sorry!

Hello.

Do you work here?

No problems?

Her husband's horny, that's all.

Here you go.

-Thank you, goodbye. -Goodbye.

Can I speak to your husband?

Sure. I'll tell him.

-Would you like a drink? -No, I'm on a diet.

When can I see him?

I don't know.

So I'll call you.

Memo 7. August 21, 1997.

What are they all hiding?

The mysterious bourgeois housewife,

her ever-busy husband.

No one knows a thing.

We never had a cleaning woman.

I remember it well.

Putting in the bay window.

100,000 francs. She had to have it.

She was right. The view is better.

The Royal Monceau, okay.

Room 417.

Let's spend a weekend in Deauville.

Or somewhere else.

And have lots of kids.

Why won't you tell me about your other guys?

What interests you most?

My past or my ass?

Your ass's past. Why do you do it?

Why do it for money?

Why do you pay?

Why do you lie?

Why cheat on your wife?

-That's different. -What's she doing now?

Maybe she's getting fucked.

Maybe by a friend of yours. For free.

It's me. How's everything?

I'm running behind. A pain in the ass. I'll get rid of him.

I'm on my way.

It's over. We're through.

Say something. This is the last time.

You don't give a fuck!

You're a mystery!

Tears aren't part of the deal.

You're fired. Don't set foot in my house again.

Hurry home, I made roast lamb so you'd think of me. It'll get cold.

What's your problem? Go back to Hicksville!

Shut up!

The front desk tipped me off. This was their room: 417.

-How did you know? -She wasn't the first.

But it seemed serious. I got worried.

Usually he pays them for variety.

Once I saw him give her money. I followed him here.

Does he know you know?

Why are you telling me all this?

Once a woman asked her husband:

"Are you with me out of love or personal interest?"

He looked at her and answered:

"Love, of course.

"Personally, I have no interest in you."

Would you work for me?

No.

I need a case against him. I want to leave.

I have to find this girl. France Robert.

How much do you get?

I'll double it.

I'm sorry. I made a promise.

No, thank you.

Memo 8.

August 24, 1997.

France Robert:

cleaning girl, hooker,

what else?

Why did that bitch do it?

Why do they keep screwing us?

Why do they keep screwing us?

Why do they betray us?

Why do we always end up paying?

What are you doing here?

I was passing by. For work.

I felt like seeing you.

You're working?

The house looks nice. Really nice.

Better than before.

Hey you!

Is he yours?

Yours too?

Of course. As far as I know.

I have to be in court tomorrow. What do you want?

I want to talk.

-Want a drink? -No.

Yes, but I brought my own.

You seem in shape. He's very young!

It's the first thing I bought her when we first met in...

In? In?

I'll get the glasses.

In Genoa.

Have a drink with me.

What do you do now?

Not much.

I started a little business.

There you go.

Thank you very much!

Betrayal, adultery. All of it under the table.

Everything you taught me.

How can you do that?

A glass of water.

It's sleazy, snooping in people's private lives.

It's not noble, but I like it.

What I like most

is that it disgusts you.

I'll leave you two.

Will you be OK?

Stop!

Can I have an ice cream?

An ice cream?

Sitting in front of a TV made me want one.

Thank you.

-Want a bite? -No, thanks.

You made a mess.

You're scared.

Why are you scared?

Listen...

I just want to know

how it ended.

Why did it end?

Don't start up!

I want to know how he fucks you.

How does he fuck you?

Violently?

Tenderly?

Cut it out!

I'm not impressed!

-You'll hurt someone. -Who?

Go see a doctor.

Go home.

I've lost my desire for you.

-Are you OK? -I'm fine.

Perfectly fine.

I'm sorry.

Such violence!

I left Italy for her!

What did you do for her?

Get going.

I really missed that bitch!

Excuse me. Bye.

I bet his name is Leonard.

She said if it was a boy, we'd call him Leonard.

Memo 10. August 25, 1997.

Call my mother. What's the country code for Italy?

I bet she's forgotten me by now.

Keep searching.

Find her for him.

Questions:

Why does she do it?

Since when?

For the money?

To forget her childhood?

Conclusion:

Either I tell Lindien his bride was a...

a whore... and I hurt him,

or I keep quiet.

If I don't find her...

he'll never know.

If I find her...

Conclusion:

Don't call Lindien.

Think. Just wait.

Don't call.

She's nowhere to be found here.

Not with the dead, the living, or the whores.

Vanished.

Trace her money orders.

I'll find out why she's running.

Like her, I have no more ties here.

Grenoble.

I am France Robert.

Coffee's ready.

Sugar? Sorry, no croissants.

No coffee.

No coffee? So forget about it.

Who told you to try the merchandise?

I sat down for a second...

I fell asleep.

Forget about it.

The boss said I should train you. Let's start.

This classic is our "Marine" room.

Dedicated to Jacques Cousteau.

Two colors: blue and white. And red for Cousteau's hat.

Your name?

-France. -Very patriotic.

Don't change it.

Sit down. This bed has slats.

Does yours?

Mine does.

My bed has slats. Work now, slats later!

Let's move on. You'll be going door to door.

It's like the showroom, but you use a catalog.

-France? -OK.

I like that smile.

Let's move on.

Welcome to the "Louis XV" room.

Anything to do with kings, queens, or Napoleon is all Louis XV.

Anything old and shabby...

"Louis XV"... Pay attention.

Ask your questions now. I'll be with clients later!

If you have questions, I'm all ears.

-Questions? -I'm fine.

Good answer! You'll sell well.

You'll sell well because you're at-tract...

...ive. That's right!

Run around... Energy's good for sales.

The "Tropical" room. It's hot. When it's hot, we sell...

We sell...

ice cream!

You're picking up the tricks of the trade.

That's what counts.

-Hello. -Hello.

I'm Françoise Moulineau from "Mr. Furniture".

We're having a huge sale on bedroom sets.

I won't pressure you. "I suggest, you do the rest."

Can I come in?

Sorry. We're not interested.

I live alone.

You're single?

Things change. Every day is a new beginning.

A new bed can mean a new life.

I can show you our double beds.

I won't give you false hopes, but if you want a coffee...

No, thank you.

Too bad.

-Hello. -Hello.

Françoise Moulineau from...

Colette. Come and see.

I'm here because...

Françoise Moulineau.

We're having a huge sale on bedroom sets.

We're not interested.

-I could've explained... -No, thank you.

Thank you.

He says a week without a sale isn't normal.

He's right. It doesn't matter, but it's not normal.

Bedrooms make people nervous.

They freeze up.

I have a solid mahogany bedroom set with a fresco.

Come see it. It's gorgeous.

Hang in there!

Let's have a drink.

Me and you?

I can't. I'm shooting pool with a client.

I can't.

Sorry. It's nice of you to ask.

Can't we meet up later?

Later? Sure!

Good idea! Let's meet up later!

Why are you here alone?

Looking for you.

Seek and ye shall find.

How much to sleep with me?

What are you offering?

500.

Only because it's you.

I want to sleep.

We said sleep.

What's this? I can't take that!

I don't want to. It's not what we said.

What's the problem?

I just want to sleep with someone.

Stop it.

What's wrong?

You agreed to the money.

You were serious?

I'm scared to sleep alone. I can pay more.

Pay more? What do you think I am?

Sleep alone...

I want to sleep with someone.

I'm worth more.

Stay.

Mr. Lascaux?

Your friend said I'd find you here

and that you always play alone.

I'm looking for France Robert.

I work for "Mr. Furniture".

She's vanished.

You had dealings with her concerning a bedroom set.

I thought you might be able to help me find her.

If you won't talk, say so.

Mr. Primo?

Yes.

A real Italian!

A drink?

No. He's acting mute.

I've been soliloquizing.

I forgot to tell you. He is mute.

-What? -"Butt out!"

How close were they?

-"Not at all." -Meaning?

"We're too sentimental." I'm sick of translating.

He got jilted, fell into a coma and woke up mute.

I'm looking for the owner.

Good luck!

Is anyone home?

Françoise Moulineau, "Mr. Furniture".

We're having a huge sale on bedroom sets.

Can I tell you more?

I won't pressure you. I suggest. You do the rest.

May I come in?

I see you're moving in.

The time is right for quality furniture.

Let me show you our models.

Are you married?

It sounds nosy, but it helps me advise you.

I'll start with our doubles.

The "New Orleans", a mahogany poster bed. Nice and cozy.

The "New Age." I don't have...

any pictures. It's modern: steel, glass.

The look is starker. It's... more stark.

Finally, the "New Follies", for real adventurers.

It's luxurious and baroque.

All in velvet, gold and purple.

It's more expensive, but we throw in a king-size bed.

I can also give you the measurements and prices.

Like I said, talking is free.

So is dreaming.

You're not a dreamer?

If you're not interested, tell me and I'll leave.

I'll go then.

I don't care about bedroom sets either. They're ugly and expensive.

I'm sorry.

I'm new. They're pressuring me.

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF.

There's not much to tell.

I'm Marie-Pierre. I was born in New York.

I'm France Robert. I'm from Champagne.

I ask men to pay me to sleep with them.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

I am France Robert. Loneliness weighs on me.

I fall in love with Lascaux's silence and self-renunciation.

He signs. By signing, he saves me. He kills me.

I am France Robert. Humiliated.

I stay. I continue. No, I give up. I leave.

Marseilles. No more work, no more money.

Either I get paid or I make them pay.

I am France Robert.

I am France Robert.

She follows me.

I am her.

She belongs to Lindien.

What are you doing here?

There's no bus at night.

Are you in trouble?

Maybe I can help.

I doubt it. I'm looking for a job.

Let's have breakfast. We'll talk it over.

I don't feel like talking.

I have a gym and a nightclub.

We're always looking for help.

Ask for Roger, my assistant.

Thanks.

Where will you sleep tomorrow?

Depends on the weather.

You can stay at my place. I have plenty of rooms.

Relax, I live with my sister.

I've never heard that one before.

I don't want any trouble.

Neither do I.

-Want a drink? -I don't do girls.

Just a drink.

I'm working!

How much?

1,000 to 3,000.

No discount for talking?

I don't do charity cases.

Just for half an hour.

Got the money?

Looking to forget something?

It's my birthday.

Really? I love birthdays. How old are you?

29.

29...

You look OK for an old hag.

At your age you should be hitched.

It's not in the cards.

If you picked up a guy, it would cost you less.

You might get a present.

Too complicated.

Get lost, I'm busy.

See what I mean?

You have no family?

They're all dead.

That's funny. I'm an orphan too.

To the dead!

To the dead!

Got a place to sleep tonight?

Stay with me. It'll be my present.

Blow.

Happy birthday.

Stop, she's just a friend.

You got no balls!

Come on, let's have fun.

I'm going.

How was it?

He took forever.

He stole my bed again.

Come here, you.

He wasn't a pain?

He asked me to take him to Disneyland.

That's his big thing.

I'm exhausted.

I only turned 3 tricks. That sucks.

Who's his father?

A mistake.

You really don't think I have the balls?

It'll take some work.

Try looking jaded and dumb. Men like that.

Come on... What are you scared of?

Stick out your ass. Push out your tits too.

And always stick to your prices. Show your stuff.

More.

Well.

And be choosy.

I got beat up three times.

Sucking, ass-fucking, whips... All that's OK.

But weird shit without rubbers: never.

And last but not least, don't mix things up.

There's doing business... and getting involved.

That way, you're free.

What do you want?

To be nobody's slave and nobody's dupe.

You're mixing things up.

You're not ready. Get undressed.

You're wasting my time.

You still believe in love?

Do we really have a choice?

Let's go to bed. I'm beat.

Even now? No, I don't want to see him.

I can't see him.

He's been calling me every day to talk to you.

I told him, "The boss doesn't have time for this."

Put him on.

Antoine?

Stop calling 10 times a day. I still don't know.

Once I do, I'll call you.

I'm in a meeting. We'll talk tomorrow.

Don't you love all this useless pain?

I'll take the job and the room, but I'll pay rent.

It's a deal.

You didn't come to the club.

I never promised.

Were you scared?

Don't worry. You're not my type at all.

Stop sweeping for a second!

I have to finish before we open.

Can you give my shoes a wipe?

They're a present from an Italian friend.

Why are you doing this?

So I won't get fired.

What is this? What are you after? What do you want?

Nothing.

Everyone wants something.

What do you want?

Can I help?

I know what you're after.

He's naive, but I'm nobody's fool. I have my eye on you.

You're just like the others.

My sister let you in her kitchen?

This is a first!

What's going on?

Lay off onions.

I did great at poker tonight.

It's all here.

France, I want to show you something.

Stop it!

Alice, choose us a really nice wine.

We said no wine on weekdays!

For me?

I said no presents.

What a pain! You say "no" to everything.

Have a look.

Your sister spoke to me. I won't stay.

She's scared I'll leave her.

You can't leave now that the club needs you.

Roger says you're a real athlete.

A strong heart and the works.

We'll hire you full-time.

Take it. You owe me that much.

Won't you look?

I can't sleep.

It's a little late.

Let me make you a hot dog.

Roger! Make it louder!

Louder!

We need to talk.

I've thought it over.

I'm not used to...

This is hard to say, but...

Listen to me for once.

I've thought it over.

Eggs, cheese, chicken, fruit. Coffee?

I've come up with a solution.

A way to jump your bones.

I need a way to make you stay.

I think we have to go all out.

Are you cold?

So...

Let's get married.

If you want to.

Do you like me a little?

Don't look so sad.

Let's try. Just a little.

HOT MEALS FAST SERVICE AT ANY TIME

Single. 50 years old.

Businessman.

He has a sister.

He's perfect.

End of discussion. Sold!

Will you come visit?

I'm getting you out of here.

I'd rather stay. No one can fuck with me.

Eat up!

What is it that you won't tell him?

Notice anything different?

You're in a good mood. You won at poker.

No.

You slept with three girls. Two? One?

No.

I didn't spend the night

with the person I want to spend every night with.

A dreamboat?

A flying saucer.

A far cry from your usual bimbos.

I mean on the inside.

She made it past your sister?

Past my sister and me.

Now I'm interested.

Too late. We're getting married.

No?

-You're crazy! -I had to do it one day.

You didn't give in till now. Why?

She "knows". Understand? She's like us. She "knows".

She knows...

Do you love her?

St. George's church.

You have to meet her. She works here. Today she's off.

You'll be my witness. You owe me that much.

I can't.

I have no pact with God.

She "knows"...

What do you and she know that I'm supposed to know too?

She knows!

Next is the declaration of intent.

Thank you.

Tell me how you fell in love. How you met...

I'm doing this for my mother

and my sister, who'll die if it's not a church wedding.

Then you'll each fill out a declaration of intent.

We both know promises are rarely kept.

We need a contract between you and the Lord.

The Lord is co-signing it with you.

So you mustn't be hypocritical.

For example, the issue of free will, which concerns money and family.

"Of my own free will, I, Bernadette or Nicolas...."

Or, in your case, Pierre or France.

"...create a true community of life and love. I want..."

Nice to meet you.

"...to establish a mutual bond that nothing can destroy."

Are you scared? Ask yourself.

"Our love will grow in total faithfulness..."

Faithfulness isn't purely physical.

"...and I will always support my spouse."

As for confession,

it'd be really nice to reconcile yourselves with the Lord.

The Lord will be your strength.

He will guide you and give your life meaning.

Purity is about intent, not abstinence.

God never breaks his promises, even if mankind is unfaithful to him.

Don't you agree?

I always agree with you.

Memo 13. September 1997.

Marseilles.

Keep avoiding Lindien.

I have to find her.

I have to talk to her.

For him. Not for myself.

He mustn't know who she really is.

That bitch won't harm him. She's the worst,

but he'll never know.

Now I know that for her, there's no turning back.

I also know she couldn't leave.

Nothing ties her down.

Nothing beckons her.

One thing links every city she's chosen:

men and stadiums.

She's here. Not far.

I can sense her.

I'll start over.

I am France Robert. I am in Marseilles. I meet Lindien.

I almost believe. Almost commit.

I'm scared. His sister. God.

It brings back bad memories.

I'm suffocating. I steal to ruin it all.

I don't care about the money.

I don't go. I stay. I wait.

I wait for him to forget me. For him to give up.

I'm here, beside you.

I'm here, nearby.

I'm here.

They're after you.

I hid in the stadium. Come on, let's leave town.

Where were you?

Hiding. Come on... I have 500,000.

Are you crazy?

Let's get out of here.

I can't. I have a job. I have a kid.

Quit getting fucked nonstop.

I like it. Who are you to change my life?

-We'll live off the money. -Too dangerous.

Pain in the ass!

You stayed for her. She told me so.

What's your price?

Not for sale.

What do you mean? Why are you here then?

I won't let you leave.

You're staying. He's expecting you.

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

Wait.

How much for a blow job?

1,000.

What do you do for 1,000?

I act shy. With a rubber.

You don't even swallow?

Go elsewhere. It's 400 here.

Beat it, bitch!

How much for a blow job?

400 francs.

Okay. Get in.

Get in!

No, you can't do it. Not now.

You can't.

"You got no balls."

What's your problem?

Get lost!

You can't do this to him.

He didn't marry a whore. He trusted you. He loves you.

Who's that guy?

Sick!

-Where are we going? -Dancing.

-I don't want to. -You prefer sucking cock?

Not there!

Not there. Come with me.

Come on!

Let's go somewhere else.

Is this what you want?

Come here.

What are you doing?

I work for him. He paid me to bring you back.

Now I have.

With a little luck, he'll forgive you.

I don't want to be forgiven.

I won't be anybody's slave.

Will you get in trouble?

What do you care?

I better go.

Memo 13. September 3, 1997.

Case closed.

Client: Pierre Lindien. Subject: France Robert.

Case...

betrayal.

To Pierre Lindien.

I trashed my place to save you the trouble.

I thought of my mother, of what I never told her.

It helped me hit harder.

At last, I understand my ex-wife and the others.

Could I have been mistaken for so long?

How can I go on

now that I know

that I'm a monster?

Is that what you both knew, what I was supposed to know too?

You were wrong. I didn't know.

I saw her. I spoke to her.

I gave her my number. And I let her leave.

Here's the money.

Will she call me?

GENOA

What's on her mind?

Sure, I'm free.

You're French?

Would you mind showering?

I'll try something different. With different clothes.

Can I have the painting instead?

I'm sorry, I need it for the show.

I want to send it to someone.

You need money, I need the painting. Let's keep it that way.

You don't care what happens to your models?

Keep the painting.

Give me back the money.

It's me. Remember?

I recognize your voice.

How's America?

A dead end. I can't find a job. I'm broke.

I'll send you a ticket to come back.

Isn't it too late?

I'll be waiting.