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VAGABOND

Hey, Mr. Emognat!
I found a dead woman!

She's like this.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, in the ditch.

I'll call the police.

Get a picture of her face.

Her face.

A woman in the ditch.

She's dead.

When did you find her?

- This morning at 10:00, I think.
- 10:00?

If she stumbled
and got knocked out in this cold...

the cold got her.

No ID on her.

Those are wine dregs on her.
They threw her in a wine vat.

Eight feet.

What did she look like?

She had a vacant stare,
like a vagrant.

The way she looked at me,
I knew she was out of it.

That's all I can say.

- What do you think?
- A natural death.

No marks on her.

Looks like she froze to death.

No one claimed the body,

so it went from the ditch
to a common grave.

She died a natural death
without leaving a trace.

I wonder if those who knew her
as a child still think about her.

But people she'd met recently
remembered her.

Those witnesses helped me tell about
the final weeks of her last winter.

She stood out in their minds.

They spoke of her,
not knowing she had died.

I didn't tell them that,
nor that her name was Mona Bergeron.

I know little about her myself,

but it seems she came from the sea.

Paulo, for two francs
you can have her.

Yeah, sure, but when you find
a real naked girl...

you chicken out.

That day on the beach,
I was ready.

A girl all alone is easy!

The water must be freezing.
She's gotta be crazy.

Maybe she made a bet.

I wouldn't do it.
Maybe for a grand.

She's not bad, eh?

- Let's go see.
- No, I have work to do.

- Let me drive.
- Some other time.

Camping season's over.
No one's around.

I am.

Those big things are ugly.

Summer's better.

People everywhere.

90,000 in the summer,
but just 3,000 in winter.

That leaves 87,000 empty beds.

Looking for a bed?
There's a bunk in back.

Save your tired lines.

You got a radio?

Everything but a radio.
What a heap of junk!

Not even a radio.

I'm stopping here.
You'll have to get out.

No free rides with you, huh?

So long.

Girl hitchhikers, okay.

But if they're a pain in the ass,
I throw 'em out.

She was cute though.

Could be the one
we almost crushed the other day.

We were tearing down bungalows,
and she didn't hear.

She was sleeping like an angel.

Hey, guys,
look at the prize I found!

Can I have some water?

- Yes, use that pump.
- That thing?

There's no water.

You have to prime it.

- Did your car break down?
- No, I'm camping.

- In this weather?
- Yeah. It's okay.

Got any matches?

Of course.
I'll give you some, young lady.

I'd like to go away.

That girl who wanted water —
she was free.

She goes where she likes.

She may be hungry,
with no mother to feed her.

Sometimes it'd be better not to eat.

I'd like to be free.

I'd like to be free...

Anyone in there?

Yeah, I'm sleeping.

You know where you are?

No, I got here at night.

This is a graveyard.
You can't stay here.

Got any work cleaning tombstones?

Coffee, please.

You looking at me?

Or my sandwich?

The sandwich.

Too bad.

You want one?

Laurent, a sandwich.

When she showed up,
she had a big backpack.

She was looking for work.

I paid her 30 francs to wash a car.

Got her hands clean, at least.

I'd have let her pump gas...

but I didn't trust her.

Female drifters are all alike.

Loafers and men-chasers.

She even said I had dirty hands.
No, that's not what she said.

She said,
"You have a dirty mind."

The nerve!

Come on!

- Can I get a ride?
- Yeah.

I'll get my pack.

Assholes!

Hey, pass the beer.

Watch this!

It's gotten tough.
Not many easy targets around.

- Most homes are guarded.
- Not to mention dogs.

- What about Yolande's gig?
- No!

Keep Yolande out of this.

- Her uncle guards a château.
- Hands off Yolande! You got that?

Yolande.

Coming, Madame Lydie.

I stumbled across some lovers,
but I didn't tell my Uncle Aimé.

He's the caretaker.
He just makes his rounds.

The owner only comes by once a year,
so my uncle doesn't care.

He doesn't even know
you can get in the back.

Uncle Aimé, this is my man.

My name is Paulo.

Mine is Bionnet,
B as in boob, I as in idiot,

O as in honest without the H,
two N's, Noël Noël,

E as in Ernest Renan...

and T like the first name
of the poet Théophile Gautier.

Well done!

Let's drink to that.

I know that one by heart.
He's used it for 15 years.

I'm going for a walk.

You're back? Enjoy your walk?

Been daydreaming?

Had your fill?

Paulo, let's go.
I gotta take Uncle to the station.

I want to go dancing.

Promise you'll come feed
the dogs at least once?

- I promise.
- She's the obliging type.

Yolande is a real help

Yolande was one of the help

- You're going away for a while?
- Yes, on family business.

I wish Paulo would dream with me

like the lovers in the château

in each other's arms.

The old man's leaving
with a suitcase.

We can relax for a few days.

Your little squatter's shack isn't bad.

No tracks.

Stay out of sight.

I know. I usually don't get
to stay put two days.

I'm usually all alone,

like a wandering Jew.

I threw away the key.

It's about time.

You know she wants lunch
at 12:30 sharp.

You slept all morning.

I'm sick of being cooped up here.

That three-day trip will be a relief.

Find a job with more room for me.

Old folks pay well.

Find some other old person!

She may be a drag,

but lots of them
are dirtier and sicker.

- This one's a plum job.
- Not for me.

But you spend my pay.

You're a tactless pain in the ass.

Paulo, why can't you be
nice to me?

Here we go again.

I know a real loving couple.
They do everything together:

They eat, smoke, and sleep together.

They listen to music.

- Who are they?
- You don't know them.

But you do?

I'm not gonna rot here,
I'm warning you.

The woodwork's pretty,
but it collects a lot of dust.

Be sure to dust it well.

Careful with my little cup.
I'm very fond of it.

My godmother gave it to me
for my First Communion.

Poor thing! I worshipped her.

I wept and wept when she died.

I thought,
"If they were murdered, how awful!

But if they're just asleep,
how sweet."

Are you really out of dope?

You smoked
my month's stash in four days.

Pass the bread.

I hear noises.

It's the wind.

What was that?

Turn off the radio.

Go and see.

As long as I had grass,
she was cool.

Not so cool when I ran out.

When I got knocked out,
she was gone.

I'm lucky she didn't swipe my radio.

She'd been eyeing it.

I thought she was a homebody,

the kind to stick around.

Shit!

No, I haven't seen anyone.

Except my niece Yolande,
who visits often.

But neighbors say they saw
a filthy girl with a backpack.

That couldn't be my niece.
She's always nicely dressed.

Could you see her
hauling off a big dresser?

Or that camper girl
stealing a big painting?

No, that's nonsense.

Travel safely, my child.
Our door will always be open.

NO TRESPASSING
VICIOUS DOGS

Hello.

- On the road in this weather?
- I didn't choose the weather.

You chose the road.
Come along.

Hello.

I heard you have sheep
and a place I might sleep.

You laugh at your own rhymes?

I'm easily amused.

Maybe just for the night.

We can put her in the big room.

How many are there?

About a hundred.
I don't count them exactly.

You know each one?

Almost. Half of them have names.

This one's eating my hair.

She's a sound sleeper.

Let her sleep a bit.

Morning. Sleep well?

- Yeah, fine.
- Good.

I know what it's like
being on the road.

- You've done it?
- Moving with the herds.

Six months in the hills,
six in the valleys.

It's different with a wife and a herd.

You're just changing location.

It's not the same
as what you're doing.

We all have to do our thing.

That's how it is.

Do you travel alone?
You don't get lonely?

Being alone is good.

I've spent Christmas alone.

I watched people stuffing themselves,

and I was alone.

When it's cold, it's okay.
Fewer people on the road.

Easier to hitch rides.

All depends how nice the man is
who picks you up... or doesn't.

If he picks you up, you're lucky.
Luckier still if he doesn't pester you.

I don't care. I keep moving.

Maybe you're more free than me.

Good for you.

I've chosen a middle road

between loneliness and freedom.

People harassed me for a long time,
but that's over now.

You chose total freedom,
but you got total loneliness.

If you go on, a time comes
when you destroy yourself.

You're headed for destruction.

If you want to live, you stop.

All my friends who stayed
on the road are dead now,

or else they fell apart,
alcoholics or junkies.

Because the loneliness
just ate them up.

You'll send him to school, right?

We'll see.

His daddy delivered him.

He'll teach him to read and write.

- He has a master's in philosophy.
- Then what are you doing here?

Back to the land.

That's what I'd like too:

to have some land of my own,
grow potatoes.

Potatoes!

Working the land's no joke.
You gotta be there when it calls.

If you want a potato field,

you can take this land
from the cypresses

up to the fruit trees.

Plenty of space to plant potatoes.

I'd never manage.

I'll give you a hand.

I'll plow it for you,

and you can plant it.

I gave you a mattress.
There's a stove. You'll be fine.

You can sell cheese
if people come by.

We'll have more privacy that way too.

You know how to ride?

This is better.
You three and the herd is a crowd.

I'm not used to it.

Want to come in my house?

Come on.

No, it doesn't stink.
You'll get used to it.

Mona, you asleep?

I knocked at noon.
This can't go on.

You sleep all the time.
We work all the time.

It's not fair.
And it's filthy in here.

Cigarette butts and burns.

Don't get so worked up.

You're a pain.
Get out here. We have to talk.

What do you want?

You don't want anything.

We gave you land.
You haven't touched it.

Your head's empty.

What of it?
Do I have to be a shepherd too?

I don't have to drop out your way.

You're no dropout, you're just out.
You don't exist.

Fuck your philosophy.

You live in filth like me.
You just work more.

If I had a degree,
I wouldn't live like you.

I hated being a secretary.
I left those bosses behind.

I'm not looking
for another boss on the road.

You've read too much trash.

Your head's in the clouds.

Say, you really need a bath.

Money, most of all.

Wanna buy some cheese?

Goat cheese. I work there.

I never thought
I'd do my shopping here!

You don't eat it?

I've had enough for 10 years.
I tire of things quickly.

Move along now.
You're scaring them off.

Sorry, but I'm working.

She's got character.

She knows what she wants.

If I'd sent you packing at her age...

I'd be better off.

Marry the wrong man
and you're stuck for life.

I liked that hippie girl.

The university crowd came.

I gave my usual speech.

And listen to this:

I picked up a hitchhiker.
A sort of vagrant.

My lord, how she stank!
I almost choked when she got in.

Everything stank:
her, her sleeping bag, her pack.

She was filthy!

I was shocked.

I couldn't say no
once she was in the car.

So you sleep alone outside?

For the fun of it?
Or you have no choice?

That's it.

- You have no home?
- Yeah, that's it.

- No family to go to?
- None to speak of.

Do my questions bother you?

A bit, but it's okay.

Drivers like to talk.
Sometimes I make things up.

- You made up the "no home, no family"?
- No, not that.

- After your cigarette?
- No, with it.

- They're chichis.
- What?

Local specialty.

Maybe that's not the name.

Loud music kills my appetite.
You like music.

Sure do. That and grass.

- You have a transistor radio?
- No.

And no grass either.
No dough to score any.

It takes dough to buy grass.
And to buy bread.

I can always find bread,
and I earn a few pennies.

- Where do you keep your money?
- Here. I have a pocket.

When I've got some.
When I work.

This would be better with a beer.

What kind of work?

Oh, anything.

Picking strawberries,
harvesting grapes.

- I'd like to babysit.
- Dressed like that?

I know I don't have the right look.

Not the clean look
that reassures parents.

You could walk dogs.

Dog shepherd? No, thanks.

I've done my time with animals.

I'd like to be a caretaker.

Look after houses.
Look after guard dogs.

There are so many big houses.

So many rooms.

I drive around
and monitor dead plane trees.

I'm a specialist.

You treat them?

No, I'm an academic.
A college professor.

I study the problem, do research.

So who treats them?

Technicians.
I stop by and see them.

In the lab we want to develop
a resistant strain.

Resistant to what?

A cancer-like fungus,
Ceratocystis fimbriata.

Commonly called "canker stain."

It invades the tree and kills it.

We can't stop it. Not yet.

All plane trees are doomed.

When?

Within 30 years,
if we don't find a solution.

But that takes money.

Dough.

It took 25 years to realize the GIs
brought it in '44 to southern France.

Italy too. But not Normandy.
There are few plane trees there.

But in Marseilles,
U. S. weapons arrived in wooden crates,

which were then left to rot.

They were made
of diseased plane-tree wood.

They're contagious for years.

The fungus spread slowly.

The epidemic began.

- We caught on too late.
- That sucks.

But to do nothing...

to stop the plague
sucks even more.

Either way...

What bothered me...

was that I quickly forgot
about her stench, her chain-smoking,

her poverty.

Because she liked being in my car.
She felt at home.

I took everything that looked good.

They spoil us
at these conferences.

And some champagne.

You realize I can't take you inside.

I hate crowds.

Want to sleep in the car?

Sure. Great.

You'd need the keys to play music.
I prefer to take them.

Are you locking me in?

No, just push
the buttons down yourself.

Sorry about the music.

Who cares? I'm used to it.

I'll recite verbs.

Irregular English verbs.
"To catch, caught, caught..."

- You've studied English?
- Yeah.

High-school level.

- You graduated?
- Vocational school.

Stenographer-typist.

You could have worked
at this conference.

I don't have the right look.

I have to go now.

Why did you just leave it all?

Champagne on the road is better.

Hi, Jean-Pierre.

There's a strange girl in my car.

Listen, get rid of that tree trunk.

My trucks need to get by.

Your cronies can disinfect in back,
but I'm moving that trunk.

No, it has to be cut up on the spot.

- I told you about Mrs. Landier.
- Hello.

- But that doesn't change things.
- We'll do our best.

She's a strange girl.
A hitchhiker. Wild and filthy.

She's put down roots in my car.

Shall I show her
how we uproot sick trees?

No, she's kind of nice.

I wondered
what that was in your car.

Want to see her?
Go get my red folder.

I've come to get her folder.

- You'll suffocate in there.
- Shut the door! It's windy!

- What do you smoke? I'm all out.
- Gitanes. Want one?

- Did you see the tree fall?
- Yeah.

- Sad, huh?
- Nothing to cry over.

You a tree freak too?

I was her student.

I'm an agronomist.

Do I scare you or what?

Go ahead! Cut it down!

I thought of you right away.

Her witch's mane made me think
of how soft and exquisite you are.

Like in fairy tales,
there are princesses and toads.

It won't work. The answer's no.

We're married,
but you never want to!

At my folks' place it was fine.
In this dump, I don't want to.

And your Aunt Lydie has
seven rooms to herself!

She's not immortal.

We're frittering away our best years
from lack of money and space.

Stop complaining.

That vagrant girl had nothing.

No roof, no money.

I can assure you —

Stop going on
about that grubby thing

who conned you
and your Mrs. Landier,

that professor
who's always hot for some cause.

Stop feeling sorry
for some runaway girl.

She could be a crook on the lam,

a psycho, a junkie.

You're around here often.

Yeah, the chow's not bad.
But the music's crap.

It's like elevator music.
You have any Renaud?

I don't program the local station.

- You like Renaud, right?
- Yeah.

Clench your fist. It'll flow faster.

I'm in no hurry.

- Is there a tobacco shop around?
- Not here. Down the road.

She appeared out of nowhere.

She sat down by the fire.
She looked cold.

I didn't know
if I should speak to her.

There aren't a lot
of female drifters out there.

To be all alone like that...

I should have talked to her.

What's all this about a fungus?

Some cyto-thingamajig

that the GIs brought over
in their crates.

When?

Just ask around.

If there's a fungus in your crates,
you're in trouble.

In my strawberry crates
made locally?

Just repeating what I heard.
You should know about it.

To hell with your plane trees.
But if they die, think of me.

- Am I early?
- No, come in.

Hi, Mrs. Landier.

I'm running late.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

Still haven't had your glasses fixed?

My wife gets on me about it too.

I'll just be five minutes.

I almost died.

Electrocuted.

- I almost died.
- You're all right.

A blinding light!

It's true what they say.

I saw moments of my life flash by...

images like lightning.

It felt like ages.

I came right away
when I heard a strange noise.

It was only a few seconds.

I was battling
all those fragmented images.

It's so strange.

That hitchhiker I picked up...

kept reappearing...

like some kind of reproach.

Shall I get back in front,
or are you playing cabbie?

I'll have to drop you off.
I'm going home.

When? Now?

No, in half an hour or 15 minutes.

Each goes her own way, huh?

Here.

A little food.

Nice riding with you.

Sure you'll find a place?

Sure. I'll be okay.

Be careful.

Dough for bread?

We can't leave her there.

The woods aren't safe.

Jean-Pierre, help me. Go find her.

I'll show you the woods on a map.

Near a water tower.

I'm worried about her.
She's all alone.

I should have done something.

I don't even know her name.

Out camping alone?

I've been watching you a while.

- Want company?
- No!

Sure you do.

She blew in like the wind.

No plans, no goals...

no desires, no wishes...

We suggested a few things.

She didn't want to do anything.

By proving she's useless,

she plays right into the hands
of the system she rejects.

It's not wandering, it's withering.

Hey, can I take a drink?

Sure, go ahead.

You can grab the shears
and help me too.

Come in.

Close the door.

Where are you taking that junk?

This girl has been sleeping outdoors.

Could I take her to sleep upstairs?

Sure. You're alone for now.

But when the others get here,
who knows?

- We'll see.
- Okay.

- Thanks.
- Good night.

So you live outdoors?

You can come in.

Would you like some tea?

The tea's ready.

Where are the others?

They went to Morocco
to see their wives and kids.

You don't have kids?

I'm not Moroccan. I'm Tunisian.

What's your name again?

Yahiaoui Assoun.

- Can I call you Assoun?
- If you want.

Assoun or Assouna.

My name was Simone.
Now I'm Mona.

Mona? Pretty name.

And your father's name?

Bergeron.

- Does the TV work?
- No.

You know how to prune?

I'll show you. Watch.

Like this... here.

Like this.

Start there. Cut there.

Cut here.

Then here.

Very good.

You can work with me if you like.

I'm paid a flat rate.

I get 800 or 900 francs
per vineyard.

Some have 1,500 plants.

Others might have 2,000.

At a flat rate,
I can handle it as I like.

You can help me.

Assoun, time for work!

Try to keep up with me.

If it's not done right
or not finished...

I'll go back over it.

- It's good.
- Is it?

Funny, all these bottles of oil.

We each have our own bottle.

We put our names on them.

You all eat side by side
like at a lunch counter?

You hurt yourself.

Learning the trade.

The foreman's wife told me

working the vineyards
isn't women's work.

You know what else?

Her daughter works
in an underwear factory.

Yeah, I knew that.

It's odd to see a girl
camping out in winter.

Times have changed.

Look at Florence.

She's worse than our boys.
Just wants to ride motorcycles!

Just wait.

When she meets a nice boy,
it'll all be okay.

Just so she doesn't wind up
like that camper.

It seems her name's Mona.

It's all stiff.

It's this weather.

You don't have that problem.
You never wash your clothes.

But it's no cleaner upstairs.

Assoun's nice.
He has kind eyes.

Sure. Nice, and a good worker...

but dirty.

You listening or not?

If you want, you can stay.

You help me work the vines.
I'll take good care of you.

When the others come,
I'll handle it.

What do you say?

You want to go out? It's cold.

Bundle up.

- Assoun, you coming?
- Yeah.

Mona, there's a problem
with the others.

They don't want you to stay.
I don't know why.

You can sit here.
I'll talk to them again.

Wait for me.

The others say no.
There are already six of us.

There's no room.
And they say no women.

Great, Assoun.

"Stay here and work.
I'll take care of you."

- When they come, you chicken out.
- They don't want women here.

You're a coward.

Go get my things. I'm splitting.

All right. Wait here.

And move it!

I'll be right back.

My tent too!

The others just don't want you here.

You played me for a fool.

- Take your tent.
- You take back your scarf!

A guy's lending me his car.
I'll drive you.

To get rid of me faster, right?

Your pals are real winners,
and you're a prince!

We start work in an hour.

I knew it would happen.
I said so.

Where will the poor girl go now?
So young...

Remember that girl here
the last time I came?

I told her to clench her fist.

I thought she just came
for the grub, but no.

She just took
one little applesauce thingy

and some coffee.

Let me have some wine.

She just sat there chuckling.

I wonder why she gave blood.

Cute little café with its three tables.

Fill up the bottle.

- Could we get a ride?
- If it's just you, okay.

See ya.

Being alone is rough.

But being lonely
in a couple is no better.

In Paulo's arms I feel alone.

He likes going out with me
and sleeping with me,

but that's all he wants.

I'm the romantic type.

I can't forget that girl

in the arms of that guy with the chain.

Get your stuff and wait
in the service entrance.

- What about him?
- Don't worry.

You can sleep here.

It's Madame's deceased sister's room.

Empty as a tomb.
No one sets foot in here.

You know, I've often thought
of you two asleep.

I thought it was eternal love.

Now you're alone,
like the old lady.

But way less rich.

Poor thing.
I'll spoil you for a change.

You can keep me company.
I'm so lonely.

I pamper her. I'll pamper you.

I'm not looking for gratitude.

I'm used to it.
Madame doesn't even see me.

She's in a fog, chattering away.

She sees an apron moving.
Its name is Yolande.

At first I thought
she could see, but no.

She knows her house by heart.

She has a very nice nephew.

Young and handsome.

She never had kids.

I'm all she has.

Well, my apron and duster.

Think she'll leave you the house?

No, it'll go to her nephew
when she passes on.

Is this the nephew?

He's cute. I'd do him.

No, he's mine!

Your nephew?

My guy!

Cut it out!

I'm gonna do the shopping.

Behave, okay?

Yolande, the silver has to be cleaned.

My friend Lucie is coming to tea.

Don't forget to have
the little red lamp fixed.

And the wineglasses

should be put away.

Who's this?

My poor sister Marcelle.

My poor sister Marcelle.

I never liked her cats.

When you're that old,
cats are better than nothing.

You're not Yolande.

You don't look like her.
And you're shorter.

- You're not Yolande. Who is it?
- Mona.

What's your first name, granny?

Lydie. You scared me.

Relax, granny.

I'd rather have a glass.

Yolande didn't put out wine.
It's brandy.

Thanks.

- What's that girl doing?
- What girl?

A young girl I picked up.
You were drunk.

A young girl? Is she pretty?

Maybe we'll have some fun now!

If my nephew could see me now,
he wouldn't believe his eyes!

He's waiting for you to pass on.

Nephews are all vultures.

I know, but I don't say a word!

When he shows up
with his little bouquet and says...

"Hello, Aunt Lydie.

Say, you're in fine form today!"

I know he wants my house, but —

It's good!

Another?

One more shot.

Another shot? Just a tiny one.

You're so funny!

Give me my apron! Now!

"Give me my apron. Now."

I want to talk to you.
My boyfriend wants you to leave.

The guy in the picture?

Here's 100 francs. Beat it.

100 francs to split.

With the old lady I had it made,
but not with the maid.

I didn't have it made
with the maid.

Is checkout time at noon?

I won't swipe your crummy job.
Don't worry.

Don't leave me alone.

Have your slippers back.

They'll put me in an old folks' home.

I'll go out in style.

Yolande, didn't you hear us?

Madame was laughing.

Hello, Mr. Jean-Pierre,
Mrs. Éliane.

How's my great-aunt?

Laughing by herself?
She's going senile.

We want a word with you.

The police asked us about you
regarding a burglary.

Right, my uncle's château!

The château where he's caretaker.

- The case is unsolved.
- So he said.

- You're a lead.
- Me?

It's all quite embarrassing for us
and for my aunt.

I've done a little investigating.
It seems you have a boyfriend.

- Who doesn't?
- He's a suspect.

Paulo mixed up in a burglary?

He's a furniture mover.
He lives with his mom.

I hear he comes here... at night.

Is there a single spoon missing?

Stop playing dumb.

I'll be blunt,
since you don't understand.

You have a week's notice.

Darling, perhaps —

What will I do?

What did I do?

You picked the wrong object
for your affections.

The wrong what?

It wasn't him. He wasn't there.

- Do I really have to leave?
- A week is customary.

Hello, Aunt Lydie.
You're in fine form today.

"Hello, Aunt Lydie.

You're in fine form today."

Ma'am, I think this is silver.
Want to buy it?

Yes, it's silver.
But it's too risky.

You must have stolen it.
No, I'm sorry.

Got a smoke?

- Mister.
- Watch where you're going!

- Wanna buy these spoons?
- What for?

I want to eat.

It's easy to eat.
It's harder to work.

Yeah, right.

Bug off, gramps.

It's not safe to peddle here.
They'll be checking ID in five minutes.

I have no papers,
so they'll lock me up.

I'm tired of being on the move.

Don't be stupid.
I know a guy who sells hot stuff.

Really?

You got no papers?
I thought you might be dealing.

No, nothing.

I had a birth certificate,
but I lost it.

- That's my picture!
- Too late. That's two more francs.

- You're kidding!
- That's how it is. Pay up.

Thanks.

Anyone feel like moving?

Not right now.

- What's your name?
- Jean.

Save it. Play at the station.

See ya, Robert and Jean.

What's the deal in Avignon?

It's a very nice young family.

- I still can't believe you're doing this.
- What?

Giving me a week to clear out,

packing Madame off
to an old folks' home.

You didn't waste any time.

Or your wife didn't.
She's a tough one.

Éliane is my wife.
You don't understand love.

Good luck.

Good-bye, Mr. Jean-Pierre.

That was a shock!

I thought it was that girl
I kicked out.

I wonder what's happened to her.

I don't even know
where she was from.

It's easy to criticize
when you have money.

We're just hanging out here.
We're fucked. We have nothing.

I've been there.
I grew up in an orphanage.

Me too.
We have something in common.

We're brother and sister.

I've got plans. I'll hook you up.

I really need some coffee.

Let's go get some coffee.

Rise and shine!

- Let me sleep.
- He's sleeping!

What a dump!

You need music in here.

That's enough.
Go horse around outside.

Get out, like she said.

Beer, please.

I'm so wasted!

I could even take you to Toulouse.
I've got connections there.

You could do some photos,
some porn flicks.

You could pose.

Me pose?

I could pause...

Gérard? I found her.

The girl Mrs. Landier
picked up hitchhiking.

She wanted me to find her.
She's here at the station.

If you could see her!
She's revolting, a wreck.

Makes me sick.

I'm telling you,
but I'll never tell Mrs. Landier.

Never. Or Éliane either.

I get that's she's lost and all.

I'm lost sometimes myself.

But to sink that low...

She's crazy!

Anyway, she doesn't recognize me.

She asked me once,
"Do I scare you or what?"

Yeah, she scares me.

She scares me
because she disgusts me.

- Nothing?
- No. We'll try another one.

Where are you?

I heard you're back!

There you are, you bastard!

- Where's my money?
- I gave it to Gégé for you.

Liar! I saw Gégé!

I'm warning you:
I'll tear this place apart!

Take it easy!

This whole city can burn down!
I don't give a shit!

Tell Bébert thanks a lot.

He started the fire, and she split.

She was a good fuck.
I could have made money with her.

I've got the other one,
but she talks too much.

That anti-establishment shit
is a pain in the ass.

I miss Mona.
She had a great ass.

Too late.
That's two more francs.

THIEVES — BEWARE OF TRAPS

It's freezing.

I can't sleep.

If Mama Louise saw me
in my radish house...

They're so small,
you can't even eat them.

It's cold.

Beat it, stupid dog!

Fuck off and die!

Watch your cape. It'll catch fire.

- I'm looking for bread.
- Try the village over there.

Follow the road or cut through the field,
then under the bridge.