VAGABOND
Hey, Mr Emognat! I've found a dead woman!
She's like this!
- Are you sure? - In the ditch.
I'll go and call the police.
Get a picture of her face.
Her face.
A woman in the ditch.
She's dead. She's dead.
When did you find her?
- This morning at 10, I think. - 10 o'clock?
If she stumbled, got knocked out, the temperature was so low...
The cold got her.
No ID on her.
That's wine dregs on her. They threw her in a wine vat.
Two metres, 50.
What was she like? Did she look OK?
She had a vacant stare, like a vagrant.
The way she looked at me I realised she was a...
That's all I know.
- What do you say? - A natural death.
No marks on her.
Looks like she froze to death.
No one claimed the body, so it went from a ditch to a municipal grave.
She had died a natural death without leaving a trace.
I wonder, do those who knew her as a child still think about her?
But people she had met recently remembered her.
Those witnesses helped me tell about the last weeks of her final winter.
She left her mark on them.
They spoke of her, not knowing she had died.
I didn't tell them. Nor that her name was Mona Bergeron.
I know little about her myself,
but it seems to me that she came from the sea.
Paulo! For two francs you can have her!
Yeah, sure, for once we find a real naked girl,
he chickens out!
That day on the beach, I was ready!
A girl all alone is easy!
The water must be freezing.
She's got to be crazy.
Maybe she'd made a bet.
I wouldn't do it. Maybe for a grand.
She's not bad, eh?
- Let's go and see. - No, I've got work to do.
- Let me drive! - Some other time.
The camping season's over. No one's here.
I am.
Those big things are ugly.
The summer's better.
People everywhere.
90,000 in the summer. Only 3,000 in winter.
That leaves 87,000 empty beds.
Why? Want a bed? There's a bunk in the back.
Yeah, never heard that one before.
Got a radio?
Everything but a radio. What a heap of junk.
Not even a radio.
OK, I'm stopping here. You'll have to get out.
No free rides, eh?
Well, bye.
Girl hitchhikers, OK,
but if they're a pain in the arse, I throw them out.
She was cute, though.
Maybe she's the one I almost wiped out at the bungalows.
We were tearing them down and she didn't hear.
Sleeping like an angel.
Hey, you lot, look at the prize I've found!
Can I have some water?
Yes, use that pump.
That thing?
There's no water.
You have to prime it.
- Have you broken down? - No, I'm camping.
- In this weather? - Yeah, it's OK.
Got any matches?
Of course. I'll give you some, young lady.
I'd rather go away.
The girl who wanted water, she was free. She goes where she likes.
Does she have a mother to feed her every day?
At times it'd be better not to eat.
I'd like to be free.
Anyone in there?
Yeah, I'm sleeping!
Know where you are?
No, I got here at night.
It's a graveyard. Can't stay here.
Got any work cleaning tombstones?
A coffee, please.
Are you looking at me?
Or at my sandwich?
At your sandwich.
That's a shame.
Do you want one?
Laurent! A sandwich.
When she showed up, she had a big backpack.
She was looking for work.
For 30 francs, I gave her a car to wash.
Got her hands clean, at least.
I would have let her pump petrol,
but I didn't trust her.
Female drifters, all alike.
Just loafers, always after men.
She almost said I had dirty hands. No, that's not what she said.
She said, "You've got a dirty mind."
The cheek!
Oh, come on!
Give me a lift?
I'll get my bag.
Set of bastards!
One for me!
It's got difficult. Easy targets are scarce.
- Most homes are guarded. - Not to mention dogs.
What about where Yolande works?
Keep Yolande out of this.
Her uncle guards a château.
Hands off Yolande! Get me?
Yolande.
Coming, Madame Lydie.
I found a couple, but I didn't tell my uncle,
the caretaker, he can make his rounds.
The owner comes only 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!
I'm Paul, Paulo.
Mine is Bionnet, B as in bungler, I as in idiot,
O as in 'onest, no H, two Ns, Noel Noel,
E as in Ernest Renan
and T like the first name of the poet Théophile Gauthier!
Well said! Good stuff!
Let's drink to that!
Do I know that? He's done it for 15 years.
I'm going for a walk.
So you're back. Enjoy your walk?
Been daydreaming? Had your fill?
Let's go, Paulo.
I need to take him to the station and I want to go dancing.
Promise you'll feed the dogs at least once?
- I promise. - Yolande is a real help.
Yolande is a real help!
Yolande was one of the help!
- Going away for a few days? - Yes, family matters.
I wish that Paulo would dream with me,
like the lovers in the château
in each other's arms.
The old man's off, with a suitcase.
We'll have it easy for a while.
Your little squat not bad.
Don't leave any traces.
Stay out of sight.
I know. Usually I don't even get to stay put for two days.
Usually, I'm all alone,
like a wandering Jew.
I threw away the key.
It's high time!
You know she wants to eat 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 where I'll have more room.
Old folks pay well.
Find another old person!
It's true that she's a pain,
but lots of them are even dirtier and sicker.
- The lady's a golden deal! - Not for me.
You spend my pay.
You're a pain in the arse and you're gross!
Paulo! Why aren't you nice to me?
Here we go again.
I know a couple so gentle. They're always together.
They eat, smoke, sleep together, they listen to music.
- Who are they? - You don't know them.
But you do?
I'm not going to rot here, I'm warning you.
The woodwork's very pretty, but it collects dust.
So be sure to dust them well.
Be careful of my little cup! I'm very fond of it.
My godmother gave it to me for my first communion.
Oh, the poor thing! I worshipped her.
I wept and wept and wept when she died.
If they're dead, it's ugly, I thought. If they're asleep, it's cute.
Are you really out of dope?
You smoked my month's stash in four days.
Pass the bread.
I hear noises.
Just the wind.
What was that?
Turn the radio off.
Go and see.
When I had weed, she was nice.
But less so when I ran out.
After I got knocked out I was alone again.
I'm lucky she didn't nick my radio.
She'd been eyeing it.
I thought she was a homebody,
the staying kind.
Shit!
I haven't seen anyone here. Except my niece who visits me often.
Neighbours said they saw a dirty girl with a backpack.
You know, that can't be my niece, who tries to look so neat.
Imagine her carrying off a big wardrobe!
Or the camper stealing a big painting! No, that's all nonsense.
Travel safely, daughter. Our door will always be open.
PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO TRESPASSING. BEWARE OF DOGS.
Hello.
- On the road in this weather? - Didn't choose it.
- But you chose the road? - That's right.
A guy said you'd put me up. Was he putting me on?
You laugh at your own puns?
I laugh easily.
Just for the night.
She can use the big room.
How many are there?
About a hundred. I don't count them exactly.
Do you know every one?
Almost. Half of them have names.
This one's eating my hair!
She's a sound sleeper.
Let her sleep a bit.
- Sleep well? - Yeah, fine.
Good.
I know what it's like to be on the road.
- Were you on the road? - We moved with the herds.
Six months in the hills, six months in the valleys.
With a wife and a herd, it's different, more like moving house.
Not the same kind of road as yours.
We've all got to do our thing, haven't we?
That's how it is.
Do you travel alone? You don't get lonely?
It's good to be alone.
I've spent Christmas alone.
I watched people stuffing themselves.
I was alone.
When it's cold, it's nice. The roads aren't so crowded.
It's easier to get a lift.
It all depends how nice the man is who picks you up or doesn't.
If he picks you up, you're lucky. And luckier if he doesn't pester you.
I don't care, I move.
Maybe you're freer than I am. Good for you.
I chose a middle road
between loneliness and freedom.
People pissed me off for a long time, but that's all over now.
You chose total freedom but you got total loneliness.
The time comes when if you go on, you destroy yourself.
You head for destruction.
If you want to live, you stop.
My friends who stayed on the road are dead now,
or else they fell apart. Alcoholics, or junkies.
Because the loneliness ate them up, in the end.
You'll send him to school, won't you?
We'll see later.
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 a piece of land of my own, grow potatoes.
Potatoes!
Working the land is no joke. Got to be there when it needs you.
If you want a potato field,
I'll offer you all this land from the cypresses
up to the fruit trees.
Plenty of space to plant potatoes.
I'll never manage.
I'll give you a hand.
I'll plough it and harrow it for you.
And you can plant it.
I gave you a mattress. There's a stove, you'll be OK.
You can sell cheese if people come.
That way, we'll have more privacy too.
Know how to ride?
This is better! You three and the herd is a crowd.
I'm not used to it.
Want to visit my house?
No, it doesn't stink. You'll get used to it.
Mona! Are you sleeping?
Look, 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 dirty here.
Cigarette butts and burns. It's not on.
Don't get so pissed off!
You're a pain! Come out. We've got to talk.
But what do you want?
You don't want anything! We give you land, you don't touch it!
Your head's empty!
Does it have to have something in it? Do I have to be a shepherd like you?
You're not the only dropout.
You're no dropout, you're just out. You don't exist.
Fuck your philosophy! You live in filth like me!
Only you work more!
If I'd studied, I wouldn't live like you.
I hated being a secretary!
I left those jumped-up bosses, but not to find another one on the road!
You've read too much trash.
You're a dreamer.
Hey, you really need a bath!
Money, most of all.
Want to buy some cheese?
Goat's cheese. I work there.
Never thought I'd do my shopping here!
Don't you eat it?
I've had enough for ten years. I get fed up quickly.
Don't stay there, you'll scare 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 hippy.
The Marseille university crowd came.
I gave my usual speech.
And listen to this.
I gave a lift to a hitchhiker, a sort of vagrant.
My lord, how she stank! When she got in, I nearly choked.
Everything stank. Her sleeping bag, her bag, her. She was filthy.
It really hit me.
I couldn't say no once she was in the car.
So you sleep alone outside?
For the fun of it?
Or because you have to?
That's it.
- You don't have a home? - Yeah, that's it.
- No family to go to? - Nothing much.
Am I annoying you with my questions?
A bit, but that's OK.
All drivers talk to their rides.
So I make things up.
No home, no family, did you make that up?
Not that.
- After the cigarette? - During.
- They're "chichi". - What?
Local delicacy.
Maybe that's not the name.
Loud music kills my sense of taste! You like music.
Sure do. That and weed.
Don't you have a radio?
No. No weed either.
I've got no dough to score.
Takes dough to buy weed.
And to buy bread!
I can always find bread, and I earn a few pennies.
Where do you keep your money?
There. I've got a pocket.
When I've got some, when I work.
This would go well with a beer.
What kind of work?
Any old thing.
Picking strawberries, grape harvest.
I'd like to baby-sit.
Dressed like that?
I know, I don't have the right look.
Not the clean look that parents like.
You could walk dogs, people do that.
Dog shepherd? No thanks.
I've already done my bit with animals!
I'd like to be a caretaker.
To look after houses. Look after guard dogs.
There are so many big houses,
so many rooms.
I check out plane trees. The dead ones.
I'm a specialist.
Do you treat them?
No, I'm an academic. University lecturer.
What I do is research.
So who treats them?
Technicians. I stop by to check them.
In the lab, we want to breed a resistant strain.
To what?
A fungus that's like cancer. Ceratocystis fimbriata.
But it's 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. Unless we solve it.
But it takes money.
Dough!
Took us 25 years to find out the GIs brought it to southern France in '44.
To Italy, too. Not to Normandy, there aren't many plane trees!
But in Marseille, US weapons arrived in wooden crates that were left to rot.
Made of diseased US plane tree wood.
They're contagious for years.
The fungus spreads slowly.
The epidemic began.
We understood too late.
Idiots.
But to do nothing
to stop the plague is even dumber!
Anyway...
What upset me
is that I soon got used to her stench, her chain-smoking, her poverty.
She liked being in my car. She felt at home.
I took everything that looked good.
We're spoiled at these conferences.
And some champagne.
You realise I can't take you in.
I hate crowds.
Want to sleep in the car?
Sure, that's great.
For the radio, you need the keys. And I've got to take them.
Going to lock me in?
No, just push the buttons down yourself.
Sorry about the music.
Who cares? I'm used to it.
I'll conjugate verbs.
Irregular, English ones.
- You've studied English? - Yep.
High-school level.
- You graduated? - Vocational school.
Shorthand typist.
You could've worked at this conference.
If I had the right look.
I have to go now.
Why did you drop out?
Champagne on the road's 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.
Send your cronies to disinfect back there. I'll move the trunk...
No, it has to be out up on the spot.
- I told you about Mrs Landier. - Yes. Hello, madam.
- But that doesn't change things. - We'll do our best.
She's a strange girl. A hitchhiker. Wild and unwashed.
She's taken root in my car.
Shall I show her how we uproot sick trees?
No, she's a nice kind of girl, she's fun.
- So that's what I saw in your car. - That's her. Want to go and see her?
Go and get my red folder.
I've come for her folder.
- You'll choke to death in there. - Shut the door! It's windy.
- What do you smoke? I've got none left. - Gitanes. Want one?
- See the tree fall? - Yeah.
- Sad, eh? - Not worth crying over.
You a tree freak, like her?
I was her student. I'm an agronomist.
Do I scare you, or what?
Cut it all, on you go!
I thought of you at once.
Her witch's hair reminded me of how soft and exquisite you are.
- There are princesses and witches. - Sure! The answer's no!
We're married and you never want to.
At my folks' home, it was OK. In this pokey place, I don't want to.
Your Aunt Lydie lives alone in a seven-room flat!
She's not immortal.
We're wasting our best years for want of money and space!
Stop complaining.
That vagrant girl had nothing.
Nothing! No roof, no money.
I can assure you that...
Stop going on about that pig
who saw you and Mrs Landier coming,
that teacher who's always hot for some cause!
Stop feeling sorry for that runaway girl.
Maybe she's on the run,
mentally ill, or a junkie.
You come around here a lot.
The scran's not bad. But the music stinks.
It's like Muzak! Got any decent pop stuff?
I don't programme the local station!
- But you agree? - Yep.
Clench your fist to make it flow.
I'm in no hurry.
- Where can I buy cigarettes? - Not here. Further on.
She came out of nowhere.
She sat down by the fire. She seemed to be cold.
Dare I speak to her? I didn't know if I should.
Girls who wander around are quite rare.
To be all alone like that...
I should've spoken to her.
What's all this about a fungus?
It's that cyto-thingy. A bug the GIs brought over in their crates.
The Americans? When?
Ask around.
If there's a fungus in your crates, you'll see.
In my crates. Made locally?
I just said it because I know it. So should you.
I couldn't care less about your plane trees. Think of me if they die.
- Am I too early? - No, come in.
Hi, Mrs Landier.
I'm late. Make yourself comfortable.
Have a seat.
You haven't had your glasses fixed.
I know. My wife said the same thing.
I won't be five minutes.
I almost died!
- Electrocuted! - It's over.
- I almost died. - It's nothing.
A blinding light!
It's true what they say.
I saw moments of my life
flash by, images...
It took ages.
I heard some noise and came straight away. It lasted a few seconds.
I was fighting all those bits of images.
It's bizarre.
That hitchhiker I picked up,
she kept coming back.
Like a kind of reproach.
Shall I sit in front or are you playing cabbie?
I must drop you off. I'm going home.
When? Now?
No, in about a half-hour, 15 minutes.
Each to their own, huh?
Here.
A bit of food.
It was a nice ride.
Sure you'll find a place?
Yeah, I'll be OK.
Be careful.
Dough for some bread?
You can't leave her there. The woods aren't safe.
Jean-Pierre, help me. Go and find her.
It was in a wood, I'll show you on the map. Near a water tower.
I'm worried for her, she's so alone.
I should've done something.
I don't even know her name.
So, camping alone?
I've been watching you for a while.
- Want company? - No!
Course you do!
She blew in like the wind.
No plans, no goals.
No wishes, no wants.
We suggested things to her.
She didn't want to do a thing.
Wandering? That's withering!
By proving she's useless, she helps a system she rejects.
It's not wandering, it's withering.
- Can I drink it? - Yes, you can.
You can also take the shears and go to work.
Come in.
Close the door.
Where you taking that junk?
This girl lives outdoors.
Will you let me take her to sleep upstairs?
That's OK. You're alone now.
Who knows, when the others get here.
- We'll see. - OK.
- Thanks, bye. - Good night.
So you live outdoors?
You can come in.
Like some tea?
The tea's ready.
Where are the others?
They went to Morocco to see their wives and kids.
Don't you have any kids?
I'm not Moroccan. I'm Tunisian.
What's your name again?
Yahia Assunta.
- Can I call you Assoun? - If you want.
Assoun or Assunta.
Mine was Simone. Now I'm Mona.
Mona's good.
And your father's name?
Bergeron.
- Does the TV work? - Well, no.
Know how to out?
I'll show you. Look.
Like that, there...
That...
Here, start there. Cut there.
You out there.
Then, here.
There, very good.
You can work with me if you want.
Since I'm paid a flat rate.
I get about 800 or 900 francs per vineyard.
In some there are 1,500 plants.
In others there can be 2,000.
When you're on a flat rate, you can handle it as you wish.
You can help me.
Assoun, time for work!
Go ahead, keep up with me. Stay level with me.
If it's badly done or not finished,
I'll go over it again.
- It's nice. - Yes, it's nice.
Funny, all these bottles of oil.
We each have our own bottle.
Our names are on them.
Do you eat in line, like in a snack bar?
You hurt yourself?
Learning my trade!
The foreman's wife said to me
vine-cutting isn't a woman's job.
She also told me that
her daughter works in an underpants factory!
I knew that.
It's odd to see a girl camp out in winter.
But times have changed.
Look at Florence.
She's worse than our boys. Just wants to ride motorbikes!
Wait.
When she meets a nice boy, it'll all be OK.
She mustn't wind up like that camper!
Supposedly her name's Mona.
It's all stiff.
It's this weather.
I'll leave it. You don't have this problem, you never wash your clothes.
And it's no cleaner up there.
Assoun's nice. He has kind eyes.
Nice, a good worker. But dirty.
You listening or not?
If you want, you can stay.
You help me and work the vines. I'll take good care of you.
When the others come, I'll handle it.
What do you say?
Want to go out? It's cold.
Wrap up.
- Assoun, coming? - I'm coming.
Mona, there's a problem with the others.
They don't want you to stay. I don't know why.
You can sit there, I'm going to talk to them again. Wait for me.
The others won't agree.
There are already six of us. There's no room.
And they say no women.
Great, Assoun.
"Stay here, work, I'll take care of you."
- When they come, you cave in! - They don't want a woman.
You're a coward.
Get my things. I'm off.
OK, wait, Mona. I'll go.
Move it!
I'm coming.
And my tent!
The others won't agree.
You tricked me.
- Take your tent. - And you take back your scarf!
A guy's lending me his car. I'll take you.
To be rid of me faster, right?
- Get in. - Your pals are great. So are you!
We start work in an hour.
I knew it would happen. I said so.
Poor girl, where is she now? So young...
Remember the last time I came, there was that girl.
The one I told to clench her fist.
I thought she just came for the scran. Not at all.
She just took two little things of apple sauce.
Some coffee...
Let's have a bit of wine.
That's all, she had fun.
I wonder why she gave blood.
Nice, the little bar with three tables.
Fill the bottle.
- Can we have a lift? - If it's just you, OK.
Well, bye.
Being alone is rough.
But being a lonely couple is no better.
In Paula's arms I feel alone.
He likes to go out with me, to go to bed with me.
That's all he wants.
I'm the romantic type.
I'll never forget that girl
in the arms of the guy with that chain.
Take out your things and wait for me in the hall.
- What about him? - Don't worry.
You can sleep there.
Madame's sister died in there.
It's vacant.
No one sets foot in there.
You know, I've often thought of you two asleep.
I saw it as eternal love!
Now you're alone, like the old lady.
Not as rich.
Poor kid.
I'll spoil you, for a change.
You'll keep me company, I'm so lonely.
I pamper her, I'll pamper you.
I don't want gratitude.
I'm used to it. Madame doesn't notice me.
She chatters away, she's in a fog.
She sees an apron moving. That's me, Yolande.
At first I thought she could see.
She knows her house by heart.
She has a very nice nephew.
Handsome, young.
She never had kids.
She's only got me.
Well, my apron, my duster...
Will she give you her house?
No, it's for her nephew. When she passes on.
Is that the nephew?
He's all right. I could go for him.
No, he's mine!
Your nephew?
No, my man!
Cut it out!
I'm off to do the shopping.
Behave, OK?
Listen, Yolande.
The silver must be cleaned. My friend Lucy is coming to tea.
The little red lamp, don't forget to get it fixed.
And the wine glasses
should be put away.
Who's that?
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 smaller.
- You're not Yolande. Who is it? - It's 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?
I picked her up when you were drunk.
Is she young? Pretty?
Maybe this place'll liven up!
If my nephew could see me, 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 flowers and says,
"Hello, Aunt Lydie. Today you're in great shape!"
I know he wants my house. But...
It's so good.
Another!
One more!
Another! Just a tiny one.
You're so funny!
Give me my apron. Quick!
"Give me my apron. Quick!"
I want to talk to you. My boyfriend wants you to leave.
The guy in the photo?
Here's 100 francs. Get lost!
100 francs to go away!
Shame, I had it made with the old lady. But not with the maid!
- Move! - I didn't have it made with the maid!
Check-out time is noon!
I won't swipe your lousy job. Don't worry.
Don't leave me alone!
Here, your slippers.
They'll put me in an old people's home!
I'll go out in style!
Yolande, didn't you hear us?
Madame was laughing.
Hello, sir. And madam.
How's my great-aunt?
She's laughing all by herself. She's senile!
We want a word with you.
The police asked us about you. About a burglary.
My Uncle Aimé's castle.
The castle where he's caretaker.
- They can't solve the case. - So he told me.
- You're a lead. - Me?
Yes. It's embarrassing.
For us. For my aunt.
I've done some investigating. You have a boyfriend.
- Who doesn't? - He's a suspect.
Him mixed up in a theft?
He's a removal man who lives with his mum.
I hear he comes here. At night, too.
Is there one spoon missing?
Stop pretending!
I'll be brutal since you don't understand.
You've got a week's notice.
Darling, perhaps...
What will I do?
What have I done?
You picked the wrong object for your passions.
The wrong what?
It wasn't him. He wasn't there.
- Must I really leave? - A week is customary.
Hello, Aunt Lydie. You're in great shape today.
"Hello, Aunt Lydie. You're in great shape today."
Madam. I think this is silver, want to buy it?
Yes, it is silver!
But it's dodgy.
You must have stolen it. No, I don't want it.
Got a cig?
Hey, mister.
Watch where you're going!
- Want to buy these spoons? - What for?
I'm hungry!
It's easy to eat, it's harder to work.
Get lost, old man.
It's not safe to sell here. Watch it! There's an ID check.
Since I've got no papers they'll lock me up.
I'm tired of moving. Tired.
Don't be stupid. I know a guy who sells hot stuff.
Really?
You got no papers? First I thought you were dealing.
Nothing.
I had a birth certificate, but I lost it.
- Hey, that's my picture. - Too late, now it's two francs more.
- What do you mean? - That's the way it is. Pay up.
Thanks.
No one feel like moving?
Not right now.
- What's your name? - Jean.
Shit, pack it in! You can play at the station.
What will it be like in Avignon?
It's supposed to be a really nice family and younger.
I wouldn't have believed you'd do it.
- What? - This! Give me a week to clear out.
Send the old lady to a nursing home.
You didn't waste any time.
And then your wife. She's tough.
Eliane is my wife. You don't understand passion.
Good luck!
Goodbye, sir.
I got 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's from.
Listen, it's easy to criticise if you've got money.
We're just hanging around, we're fucked, we've got nothing.
I've been there, too. I grew up in an orphanage.
That makes two of us. So did I.
We're brothers and sisters.
I've got big plans for you. I'll sort you out.
I could do with a cup of coffee.
Let's go and get a coffee.
Rise and shine!
- Let me sleep. - He's sleeping!
What a dump.
They need some music here.
That's enough, go and horse around outside.
Get out, like she said.
I'm wasted.
I could even take you to Toulouse. I've got connections there.
You could do some photos, some porn films. You could pose.
Me pose?
I could pause...
Hello, Gérard? I found her. The girl Mrs Landier picked up hitching.
The one she wanted me to find. 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. Nor Eliane.
Listen, this confusion I can understand,
even me I'm lost sometimes.
But to sink that low...
But she's crazy!
Anyway, she doesn't recognise me.
She said to me... She said, "Do I scare you?"
Yeah, she scares me.
She scares me because she revolts me.
- Nothing? - No. Let's try another.
Where are you? I heard you came back.
There you are, you bastard.
- Where's my money? - I gave it to Gégé for you.
Liar!
I've seen Gégé.
I'm warning you, I'll rip this place apart!
Take it easy.
This whole city can burn. I don't give a shit.
Thanks a lot, Bébert.
He started the fire and she got off.
She was a good fuck! I could have made money with her.
I've still got the other. She talks too much.
That radical shit turns me off. Pain in the arse.
I miss Mona, she had a great arse.
Too late. Costs two francs more now.
THIEVES - BEWARE OF TRAPS
It's freezing.
I can't sleep.
If Mama Louise saw me in my radish house...
They're so small, can't even eat them.
It's cold.
Get out of it, stupid dog!
Fuck off and die!
Watch your cape, it'll catch fire.
- I'm looking for bread. - Bread? See the village over there.
Follow the road or go through the field, then under the bridge. It's straight ahead.