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An espresso, please.

Another.

Another.

Cinema, Cambodia, Hostages

Time dragging

Another.

Morille...

Don't blame me if you explode. - Fine.

Another.

Planning to fuck a gorilla?

Worse.

Political situation in Cambodia

Cinema & war

Role of Juliette

Getting violent won't help.

I don't know what's wrong.

I parked it here, and now it won't start.

I absolutely have to get it running.

I bought it just for today.

It's gotta start. It's gotta.

It must be the cold. It's hard on cars, especially old cars.

It ran fine yesterday.

Cars are like women. Yesterday, yes. Today, no.

It's OK, all it needs is boost. I can do it.

Don't worry, there's solution to every problem.

And if it won't run, I'll drive you in my cab.

No, it's not that.

The car's a surprise.

For a friend, to boost his morale.

Know how this works?

It's simple. A question of contact.

Positive with positive.

Negative with negative.

Careful, you'll short the system.

Red is positive. It's dangerous, it carries the current.

Connected to positive on the battery, no problem.

Got it?

So, your friend is feeling low?

Did he lose his mother?

Did he lose his job?

OK, now start your car.

You saved my life!

Now, something very important...

Keep driving long enough to recharge the battery, OK?

If you stop too soon, it may conk out again.

How long should I drive?

An hour.

Just an hour? You sure? - Yeah, yeah.

Sorry.

Missing

You're a lousy bastard!

One, it's my only vacation all year.

Two, I'm supposed to defend your client

who has absolutely no chance of winning.

Ever won against a handicapped woman?

Shut up! Shut up!

Three, and above all, you're going on our ski trip without me.

Shut up, I said.

Bring me the trial papers in person at my hotel.

Simon, you're a goddamn rat.

No, that's alright.

Could you wait one second?

Hello, this is Fanny Grandmaison.

Alas, I'm away from the phone at the moment, so please

leave me a message after the following little beep.

That's not why I was calling.

We received the new collection.

Yeah, gorgeous.

No, spring.

Tops, skirts...

Yeah, short. Very short.

You better have nice legs.

Yeah, it's really beautiful.

I bought myself a few things.

No, a sort of top.

In fake fur. Black and white.

Like zebra skin. Amazing.

Better hurry, it's going fast.

Hold on a second, OK?

Can I help you?

No, thanks, I'm just looking.

If you need anything, I'm right over there.

Sorry.

I can't this weekend.

I have to work.

Bummer!

I told this friend a while ago I'd fill in for her.

No, I can't.

An eclipse Saturday night?

No, two eclipses in a row, I prefer to stay home.

You have another call?

Yeah, hurry, I'll wait.

Is it a present?

Yeah, I'll take this one.

Sorry, I thought...

Forget it.

A very good choice.

$49.95 with tax.

When you came last week, I didn't know this one would be vacant.

A young couple, and, well, they're splitting up...

It'll go fast, it's a great location...

it's bright, it's got everything.

And, if you want to repaint, we'll supply the paint.

We prefer pastel colours, but it's up to you.

The carpeting was changed last year. It's very clean.

I think it's perfect. You don't have to touch it.

It's very soundproof. Because...

An older lady lives next door, she's very nice.

No complaints. Also two students, very quiet.

Yes, the bedroom...

You see, behind here, a closet. Very practical.

The bed's not very practical there. You could...

God, I almost forgot. Here there's a spot

for an air conditioner. It's practical because the sun comes in...

Well, that's it.

You're so pale. Are you feeling alright?

Yes, I'm fine. I'll take it.

Great! You've made a good choice.

Is a parking space included?

Yes. - Is it possible to see it?

It's so handy, not to have to worry about parking.

I'll show you your locker.

It's easy to remember, P-2... What am I saying?

I mean, P-3.

Excuse me. - Bless you.

Pine and St Urban.

Montreal police arrested

a suspect earlier today in the rape and murder of Julie Dumouchel

who disappeared last week and whose body...

All three women were found with a flower in their hands.

A man, whose identity cannot be released

will be questioned shortly.

They should cut off his balls!

Did I wake you?

What's that? - Surprise!

I thought we should do something special today.

What for?

The clinic at 2:00...

Changed your mind?

Would you prefer to be alone?

No, it's not that. - Wait a sec.

Take a good look.

It's the same!

It's not an Austin Healy, but I repainted it.

I'll get dressed.

Quite the spicmobile!

Spicmobile? Joel Cadieux! If Antonio were here, he'd blast you!

Come off it, no one would dare blast a homosexual.

We're a protected race, too.

Some privilege! - You said it.

It's just like my little car.

How'd you remember?

You only mentioned it a million times.

Don't exaggerate. - It's true.

So what? It was my lucky charm.

Well, where to?

Yannie, it's getting late.

Joel, hand me your watch.

We have time, OK?

We have plenty of time.

Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick.

Could you... I think I'm going to throw up.

Too much booze, huh?

A good coffee and you'll be set for the day.

No, it's not booze.

I don't know what it is.

My nerves, maybe.

OK, let's go. - Feeling better?

Yeah, thanks.

If you're OK...

Can I ask you why you're so nervous?

I'm going to be interviewed. - Interviewed?

Like on TV? - Yeah, on TV.

It's about a film I made. - A film?

You mean, with a big camera and beautiful women?

No, a small camera and... well, one beautiful woman.

That's good, I like films.

What's it about?

A guy and his girlfriend who are trapped by fighting in Cambodia.

Yeah, and they find themselves...

Well, not really find themselves...

They get taken... taken hostage, and then...

No, not hostage, it's more like...

No, it sounds complicated, but it's simple.

They're forced, to escape, to take some of the rebels...

So the hostages take their guard hostage?

Yeah, exactly.

The hostages' hostage. Great idea.

Kaput the fascists!

Not much bang-bang in my film.

Then what's it about?

It's about vulnerability...

fear and...

time stretching out.

Vulnerability and time stretching...

Like an elastic?

Hostage of hostages

Sounds good. But why do a film about that?

Well, it's because

something similar happened with my ex.

It's more about her than anything else.

I see.

Once my brother and I were shot at by the militia.

When you're young is the time to get shot at. Later you're too old.

Were you scared?

Very scared. Many bullets.

We had to find a solution, the right solution.

It went on for... for...

It seemed like...

How do you say... the time it takes a tree to grow?

An eternity.

Right, an eternity. Eternity.

Fear, elastics...

I like it. You have good ideas.

Brings back memories of my youth.

That's the point. - Listen...

I have a good idea. I like you...

If you're going to be on TV, you need better hair.

So, for you, $15. Everyone else, $25.

But for you, $15.

Thanks, but... - Listen, for TV...

For TV you need good hair. It's very important for TV.

Believe me, with good hair, you're less nervous.

It's not that. I'm not nervous because of my hair.

I don't know if what I say makes sense.

It takes many cents to make a film.

That's true.

Here we are.

"Hair Shop"

It's for hair, not TV.

It has to be here. - OK.

You'll do fine. - Thanks.

Good luck.

Can I help you?

Can I help you?

Yes, I'm... - Morille Zootrovski?

I'm the show's researcher. I told Marie to invite you.

Today we talk painting, film, music...

Of course, for hair, Madrid is really huge.

Body painting: Michael will focus on armpits.

And a huge surprise you can feel it, everyone here's super pumped.

The Cyberdogs!

OK, cool. An in-depth 2-minute interview.

Your film, prizes in Berlin, background, friends, and your look.

I'll take you to Tekno.

OK, Smooth, hurt me!

In art what's important is

to look convincing. Hesitation kills you.

Take you, you look really convincing. You an actress?

Which bar?

I love the smell of this gel.

It smells like... I can't describe it.

It smells like...

like L.A. - Exactly!

Tekno, this is Morille, our third guest.

Hi, Morille.

OK, Maurice, I'll take care of you. Who are you?

I'm lost.

Morille makes films.

OK, OK, that inspires me.

Trust me. Leave everything to Tekno.

David Bowie changed his hair colour.

Technitium copper 45.

It was excellent.

Gilbert, bring me the atomic gloves please.

I'm Nadja, I'll be interviewing you.

I'm Morille. - Hi, Maurice!

I haven't seen your film. Do you do videos?

No, I think...

We don't have much time. Know the Net?

Perfect!

Questions will come from me, on the Net...

Callers will have questions...

in Tokyo, Paris, NY. You'll be bouncing off satellites.

Ready for this?

I guess.

You're lucky 'cause the Cyberdogs are on just before you. Know them?

Geniuses!

They're post-hallucinatory, it's so cool!

I can introduce you after.

Keep cool, Tekno's doing you.

She's a babe. You do videos, Maurice?

Do you really have to...

And now on Media-TV the boys

whose megahit made a big splash:

I Miss You. You know who I mean. To welcome them...

Gilles Ouellette,

leader of the Quebec band Cyberdogs.

Welcome to Media-TV. Your last video was huge.

The whole province is singing I Miss You.

It's fresh, hip, real hot.

Gilles doesn't speak French, so...

Their success, it's really wild.

From garage band to megaband in a week.

A Media-TV scoop! They just signed a megacontract with a megalabel.

I'll ask him if they're influenced by the Wetfuckers or Holy Analphases.

He agrees they're like the Analphases,

but with more hip and pulse.

OK, we have a question for you via satellite from Paris.

You're on, Paris. - Hi, Gilles!

We love you here. I'd like to know which gel you use for your hair.

He's amazing! Thanks, Gilles!

Perfect, cool. Your turn.

Great, Tekno. It's perfect.

I could stick a feather up my ass. - There isn't time.

Five, four, three...

OK, Maurice is here to talk about his film. It's very special.

Hi, Maurice. Things OK?

Before we talk about your film and upcoming videos

I want to ask Tekno what he did with your hair.

Hey, baby.

OK, one big job for Tekno...

It's hip, fashionable, totally too much.

For the director, Tekno created a concept...

We used Asa for more light, more sheen.

Look at the shaping around his ear.

Move and I shave her!

Keep cool, Maurice.

Relax, everything's fine.

We're your friends.

Your hair! What did TV do to your hair?

Antoine! Antoine!

I don t have time!

I have to tell you my dream! - Your dream?

Not now. - The worst yet, cause of the atoms.

Atoms?

100 years ago, we discovered what makes up atoms.

Now we're seeing it's not true. - Oh yeah?

Atoms aren't made up of matter.

They're made up of energy. Matter doesn't exist.

We're made up of nothing. It's completely absurd.

Yeah, it sure is absurd. What was your dream?

I'm being chased by 30 hitmen.

I'm exhausted.

I fall, and a plane hits me. - A plane? Not bad.

I open my eyes. I can't see or hear or smell anything.

Like atoms.

So you're... - I'm dead.

But then I realize only my body's dead.

My conscience is still alive, see?

So I'm stuck with myself and my bloody ideas for all eternity.

It's hell, huh?

Not bad.

I'll do some research. See you, OK?

OK, thanks.

Bye, Antoine. - Bye, Julien.

Part one is the fear of others.

Part two is the fear of yourself. Hi, Julien.

Jules. You only called me Julien when I got on your nerves.

That's true.

Or when I wanted to fuck.

How are you? You haven't changed a bit.

I haven't? Yeah, I'm fine. You've changed.

Think so? Funny.

Haven't smoked in 3 years. - It's been 3 years?

Hold on, 5 years.

I left you on my 25th birthday.

Yeah, you said we'd stay friends.

You answered: Like brother and sister.

But you, there's something different about you.

I'm older. - No, it's... you're not so granola.

Your zits are gone. - Zits?

Not zits, but you had skin trouble.

Now your skin looks good.

I got new breasts. - What?

Three months ago.

Go on, look.

May I? - Sure.

Like, I always look at women's breasts.

Always, with every woman.

But I wait for the right moment.

When they're not looking, or when I have sunglasses on.

When they sneeze... you always close your eyes when you sneeze.

You haven't changed, Jules. You're exactly the same, but worse.

Worse?

Don't feel embarrassed. I'm the same with men's butts.

You are?

You're embarrassed to look because you know I'll see you.

Staying on Mme Grandmaison?

Did you get married?

I changed my name. Stéphanie Petit didn't cut it.

Yes, I'm staying, but my luggage is with the concierge.

But I did get married.

Antoine, bring Mme Grandmaison's bags.

I'm afraid we're totally booked, madame.

Shit!

There's a king-size bed in my room.

I mean, if it's of any help.

Sorry, but several floors are being renovated

and with the hearing-impaired convention...

Deaf, not hearing-impaired. Even the deaf say deaf.

Take them to this gentleman's room, please.

See you later.

I need an office where I can work, all night, not a bed. Is that clear?

No sex, got it?

What do you think I am? - The same old guy.

What are you up to?

I read. I study languages, I read.

I mean, professionally.

I'm an interpreter. My client's here, she's very nice.

May I see your breasts?

What?

Your breasts.

Look me in the eyes and repeat your question.

May I see your breasts... naked?

No way.

No? As a friend. - What do you mean?

I haven't seen you in 5 years. It may be a while again.

Your renovated breasts are amazing. - Amazing! You exaggerate.

I just want to see them, that's all. - That's all?

As a present. Just an innocent, teeny-weeny peek.

Like that, with no ulterior motives.

You must want them to be admired, if they're new.

I mean, for the price you paid.

It wasn't just for yourself that you bought... had them...

Enlarged. Blown up, if you prefer.

Silicone?

I'm old enough to know it's impossible for a 30-year-old man

to have just a teeny-weeny peek at an old girlfriend's breasts

especially in a hotel room.

Why?

Oh, Simone.

Simone, this is...

Fanny, this is my client, Simone Leduc.

Simone Leduc?

Hello.

She's charming.

What exactly is your job, Joe?

Joe!

I'm interpreting for her in court.

Tomorrow at 10:30, room 24, at the courthouse.

You know her?

Your client is my rival. She's the reason I'm not going skiing.

I have to work through the night to make sure she loses.

We'll be seeing a lot of each other this week.

No, wait, conflict of interest. I can't do this.

If my client finds out...

There's no conflict.

We won't mix work and pleasure.

Pleasure, Jules?

Coming? - If you insist.

I insist.

Hold my hand. I've become claustrophobic in elevators.

Poor guy. - No, it's true, I swear.

I liked your breasts. I mean...

they weren't big, but they were nice. They had guts, character.

They were well-proportioned

soft, round...

pointed, too, sometimes.

Why are you scared to show me them now?

I'm not scared. I just don't feel like it.

Feeling... a word you don't know.

All that drives you is your pseudo-brain,

your little ego. You've no instincts, Jules.

You're lost in your head, in your world of theories.

Ah, nostalgia! Sweet memories flood back.

Your body's going to rot! When's the last time you exercised?

You don't like my body?

At least it's mine. I didn't have my dick enlarged.

Maybe you should.

What's with this incredible fad in society today?

Is it because we're approaching the year 2000?

Everything's fake, Stéphanie!

Stéphanie?

Athletes take steroids.

We manipulate genes to create the perfect human.

Fashion's replaced politics. Machines think for us.

Our value system disappeared along with religion.

The result: an enlarged risk of breast cancer.

To think I used to listen to you.

Good thing I saw the light after a few months.

No, we left each other, after a year.

A year? Incredible what you'll put up with for a lay.

May I see your breasts?

What's the point?

I mean, I've seen your body. I've seen you naked.

How many times? 200? 250?

No, correction!

The student will remind her master of his teachings.

With recycling...

our atoms, your dear atoms, are replaced...

The conclusion: You never saw this body. It's a new model.

And new models are expensive.

Expensive! My God, how can I have been so dense?

I see, expensive.

How much?

I reveal my precious jewels in exchange for

a tiny little favour, quite harmless.

Broken telephone.

Broken telephone?

Tomorrow, in court...

you're your client's only means of communication.

You become Simone Leduc's voice, so you can manipulate her answers

and make her lose, like that.

She'll lose her case - tomorrow.

I can prove she's guilty in a few days

but why waste our time, and the judge's?

You'd do that?

Relish, mustard and lots of ketchup.

It's been a while. On vacation?

No. Five hotdogs, please.

Coming up!

What do you want on them?

Thanks.

Shit! Would you pass me the cloth from the back?

Thanks.

The Santa Claus parade was here.

I was so excited, I wet my pants.

Parades are so dumb.

I caught my dick in a snowsuit once.

It was during a parade. Dad took me aside to pee.

It was freezing out.

I tried to hurry, so I pulled hard to do up my suit and...

in the zipper!

I cried so hard.

I am, Yannie.

I'm certain I am.

No, Yannie, don t!

Yannie, don t!

Don t do it!

What it'll be?

OK, to recapitulate the situation

I make my client lose her case and in exchange...

in exchange you show me your breasts, right?

Right away.

Just give me the signal.

What are you looking at?

You've changed, so much.

Being a lawyer is a way of life, not just a job.

Did your class vote you Bitch of the Year? It's unethical!

Ethyl alcohol? - Unethical!

It's completely ethical, since your client's guilty.

Says who? - Trust me.

Last time I trusted you you screwed my best friend.

Fuck off! You don t want to see my tits, you won't.

You're such a pain!

OK, I accept.

I accept.

You accept?

Mr Ethics accepts to double-cross his handicapped client?

You pig! Think I'd ever sell my body for that?

I'd never ever accept that kind of deal.

You're the one who's changed.

Anyway, I know your game.

You're not interested in seeing my breasts.

What you really want is for me to reveal them.

Pardon me? - To reveal them.

You want to see me strip, not what's underneath.

Only natural, that's the turn-on.

That's what you want.

That's what we all want.

If you could prove it's my breasts you're after, and not that thrill

I'd show them to you gladly.

Reveal them.

Quite a theory.

Yes sirree.

Hi, how's it going?

Hi, Antoine. Bliss is near, I feel it.

And my dream? Is it linked to the death of matter

at the dawn of the second millennium?

I dunno.

Here, for your girlfriend.

My girlfriend says thanks.

Oh, by the way...

Would you

happen to have a condom?

Be right back.

Fanny? - What?

In art nudity is completely respectable, is it not?

No, I mean, if...

if you show me a photo of your breasts, and I admire it

as a work of art, then your problem

of supposedly sacred revelation is eliminated, right?

Jules?

Do you want to fuck me?

Make love? Never crossed my mind.

I don't know, unconsciously perhaps.

Julien!

Jules.

All I want now is to see your breasts.

The rest is the future, beyond our grasp.

Thanks for being so frank.

If you were me, would you?

Yes, definitely.

Then you go first. If you mean it, I'll follow you.

Shit!

Fanny...

Jules!

Be right there. I'm here, you can...

I have to go. It's urgent.

My partner sent a plane ticket, not the trial papers.

He felt guilty, he's taking the case.

I fly from Quebec City tonight.

Fanny? - What, Julot?

Nothing, nothing...

You're going?

You want to see my breasts, huh?

No, I don t. This breast thing is dumb. Dumb.

OK. It's up to you.

Here.

My cellular number.

Join me skiing, after the trial.

I have a condo, and Simon won't bother us.

Simon?

My partner, and future ex-husband.

Let's stay friends.

Don't ever change, Julot.

Jules... it's for you.

Take my bags to the lobby, please.

Right away.

I've interpreted your dream.

I think...

The plane crash represents an intellectual situation

in conflict with your material aspirations.

But you don t die, so near death is a condition

of reaching a higher life plane.

Another time. - Another time.

Thanks.

Bye, Jules. - Bye, Antoine.

Thanks.

Vacation time...

Gimme that skin cancer.

Think we'll tan?

Am I tanning?

I don t wanna know, Yannie.

Not now.

OK, fine.

We won't go. We won't, OK?

Sure.

We won't go.

I don t need to know.

I bit my tongue.

What're we doing here?

What am I doing here?

If I am, I am right now.

Not as of 2 o'clock. I am right now!

Think positive, pal, maybe you're negative.

Why pretend life is beautiful?

We're not pretending.

Wake up, for Christ sake!

What if you're not? What if you're not?

Come on, enough's enough.

C'mon, might as well find out.

Yannie...

I prefer to go by myself.

It's for you.

Thanks for the day.

When will we do this again?

I'll wait for you.

Go on in.

It's 8. I'm freezing. What the fuck are you doing?

Where are you?

It's starting.

Shit!

Well, have a nice evening.

Still there?

We used to call it being left in the soup.

You're not missing anything. It's terrible.

Give the actors a chance.

If it's a disaster, you know right away.

Seen the play?

I acted in it.

Actress!

No, for an audition at the Theatre School.

I wanted to see Sylvie Drapeau.

Everyone says she's great.

Everyone...

You should have seen Delphine.

The magic of seeing the Shrew that first time, in Paris in 53.

Her Katherina was so beautiful, so timid.

And I married her.

Did you tame her?

Not really.

But you're cold.

It's OK.

I cannot accept a woman having cold feet. Come with me.

Did you see a girl waiting for someone?

You sure?

A brunette was waiting a while ago, but she left.

Has it been long?

What direction did she go in?

Next time, be on time.

To avoid all these questions.

You'll feel better in these.

My wife's stage fright went to her feet.

Every night before the show I massaged her.

After the show I did it again.

She'd become completely relaxed and fall asleep like a baby.

How long were you together?

How old are you?

Nineteen. Twenty.

I'm turning 20. It's my birthday.

Ah, your birthday. So the play was...

A present.

Perfect, huh?

Allow me...

She was your age when I married her. Twenty.

Transparent as rain.

Happy birthday...

Dawn.

Beautiful.

And you are?

Dusk.

Dawn and Dusk, like in the poem.

Play out the play!

It's a bad night.

Not just a bad night.

I'd have liked to live in your day.

It was harder for some, better for others.

Like today - nothing has changed.

No, I think a lot has changed.

I knew I was born at the wrong time.

Speed, competitiveness aren t for me.

Yet, your game is ferociously combative.

Yeah, my game.

But in life I'd like a bit more...

Don t know, but it's not coming.

Even on my birthday.

I wonder if I still love him.

You're delightful, Dawn.

My shot. Won't be long.

There!

If I'm still with him at 70

I'll think of you on my birthday.

Has she been dead long?

She's not dead, she left me.

She was right. It was time.

I'd never have done it.

I don t know if I'll stay. - Of course.

Adolescent dawn, who dreams of the golden sun.

A winter sun, rays without fire.

Adolescent dawn, who rises slowly, so softly

that one can see her shiver

and begin to blush.

Never will dusk defeat the dawn.

Let evening surprise us, but

bring on the morning.

Apollinaire was right.

Never will dusk defeat the dawn.

Marriage, you know

is an association.

Association? That's romantic.

With time, that's what it becomes.

You don't believe in it? - Some associations

are very enriching.

We all hope for the miracle.

I always thought there'd be someone, maybe far away

I could make my life with.

Very far or very near.

Maybe it's my boyfriend.

If I decide it's him.

You must've decided, it lasted 50 years.

Yes.

And I never

went back on the choice.

You're handsome.

You could've had several associations.

Don t tempt the devil.

Chance is strange.

Life is strange.

Always work nights?

Night, day, sometimes round the clock.

There's less traffic at night.

You must meet some strange ones.

All kinds of people.

One guy today vomited, he was so nervous.

Lots of things, you can't imagine.

Tonight I met a wise man.

A wise man.

That's not wise. Those guys always have something in mind.

Probably.

Was he young or old, your wise man?

It was as if he had no age.

It was like he was 20 when he was with me.

We met 'cause of my birthday.

Your birthday? That's great.

Happy birthday!

What is it in your language?

Happy birthday? We say several things,

but I prefer, Do guilietta!

It means, "Many years".

Many years.

A sandwich and coffee.

Chicken?

Chicken's good.

Good morning, coffee, please. Cosmos!

Janvier!

Wake up without any problem? - Almost. You done?

So?

$83.

Cheap.

Anyway... - Anyway, what?

Anyway, winter's the pits.

For sure. Big disadvantage of this country.

Huge disadvantage. - Well...

winter's the price of the advantages.

Huge price!

Happiness doesn t depend on the season, or the weather.

It's all here, a matter of altitude.

Of altitude?

Yeah, but in winter people are less open.

Very conservative. They don't even look up.

No one talks, no one smiles. It's depressing.

I'm depressed!

Don t get depressed. Spring's coming.

Anyway, people tip less in winter. That's serious.

Summer's what I like.

Right on. Me too. None of this crap in summer.

People are much more open, you know.

They tip like civilized people.

The problem with society today is that people...

You know how people are?

I have no idea.

Let me tell you... People are alone.

Lonely, very lonely.

It's true, you're right. - I read a book on it.

The author said it all started with one thing.

Can you guess what? - What?

Guess. - The industrial revolution.

No! Not that. - Come on!

Women's liberation! - No, before.

I don t know. TV? Plastic?

No, pal. All our problems started

with agriculture.

What do you mean? Are you crazy?

Agriculture is good. It gives us food.

It gives us... gives us everything.

Agriculture's great.

I'm not against it.

It depends on how you look at it.

You're talking nonsense again.

The problem isn t agriculture per se.

The wheat and tomatoes aren t to blame.

It's the consequences of agriculture.

Agriculture has resulted in an abundance of food.

Without that, no population growth.

Without it, no big cities.

Without big cities, pal...

Where's your car?

Yeah, where's my car?

I don t get it. It was...

Maybe you loaned it.

Don t you see, they stole it!

Hey, there it is. Look.

Isn't that your car?

Let's follow them!

Not just follow them. Catch them.

We're gonna kill them. Massacre the dogs!

I'll strangle them one at a time. Got a rope?

Put on your seat belt, OK?

What're you doing?

Can't get too close. - How'll we catch them?

If I stay back

they won't know we're following them.

Are you stupid?

You finished? Don t call me stupid.

Have I ever called you stupid?

Never, not once. I respect you.

They might be dangerous, never know.

I think they have guns. - What?

Can't you see it in their eyes?

Their eyes say "guns". Never seen that?

Not much of a driver.

Like Dionysus fleeing Hermes' garden.

What? Who? - What? Who?

You're Greek. - Only part.

You should know your own mythology.

Fine, but right now all I want is to kill them.

There you go again.

Kill, kill. You're out of control.

Know what? I don t want to follow those guys.

I'm scared, I'll admit it.

Got insurance?

No, I don't. - You're lying.

You mentioned the payments. Let's call the police.

No, they're right in front of us.

God, see that?

See that money?

I just wanted an easy start to my day, and see?

It's getting more and more strange.

Isn't that your car?

That?

It's my car?

That?

You OK, pal?

Want a closer look?

One last time?

No, not a last time.

And them? Still want to kill 'em?

No, not kill.

Not kill.

Agriculture invented cars, you know.

And it's the reason they stole your car.

I told you. Everything started with agriculture.

Everything bad. - You got it, pal.

Even what's good is bad.

Yeah, it's ironic.

Why me? What did I do?

You nibbled on a carrot or some broccoli, and the devil smiled.

Oh.

You know

in some ways

agriculture maybe isn't so bad.

It's bad all the way. - Yeah.

It's ironic.

It's as if everything was

meaningless.

I forgot to tell you what happened.

A woman came out of a hotel. Seemed upset.

She looked at me and she bared her breasts.

No way. - I swear, pal.

Can you imagine?