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[slow jazz music playing]

[music fades]

[recording plays in background]

[couple moaning]

[moaning gets louder]

[recording stops]

Taxi!

- [woman] Egerton Crescent. - [driver] OK.

[shouts]

[woman] Excuse me!

- Mrs. Carlton? - Yes?

You made my job easy. You always take the same room.

[couple moaning on recording]

How much is my husband paying you?

Not enough.

This is blackmail.

Business.

Here. You're not a very nice man are you, Mr. Lombard?

[slow pace dub music starts]

I just saved your marriage, Mrs. Carlton.

Thanks.

- Bongiorno. - Ciao.

Um… I would like some olives, please.

- So you've been well? - Well, well. And you?

[woman] Well.

"Tutte" va bene.

Ah… [laughs]

- I'll take it. - Thank you.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, sir.

[music stops]

[shouting]

[man in background] You've got to take a shower, you know.

You're losing it, Xavier.

- You think so? - I know so.

- Right after that Gallic play... - I went up in smoke.

[he chuckles]

- Want to have a drink? - Love to, but my wife and kid are waiting.

[French chanson plays in background]

[telephone rings]

Hello.

Carlos.

Oh… Oui… How are you?

Ten fifteen, OK.

To the Ritz? Ah…

[Xavier] Hey, Carlos!

Hey, Xavier!

[both laugh]

How are you? Ça Va?

- You look great. - You too.

But they made you Chief of Police or what?

[chuckles nervously] Well, I'm not a cop anymore.

Since when?

Since this.

Ho ho! Big changes, eh?

Big changes.

- I left Brazil, I live here now. - How long?

Um… Three years.

I should have called before.

- No, I understand. - No, I should have called.

You did, no? [chuckles]

[Carlos] London's the last place I thought you'd end up.

[Xavier] It's OK, I like it here. No one knows me.

Can't be too good for business.

I thought this was pleasure.

Well, it is, but…

I might have something for you.

It's a family matter. They're waiting upstairs.

Oh.

That is your third.

Since when do you drink so much?

Since this morning, I think.

I guess around the time your plane touched down, Mother.

You taught her well. Too well.

[door opens]

This is Xavier Lombard.

Mr. and Mrs. Spitz.

And my wife, Deborah.

Mrs. Demores.

Thank you for coming, Mr. Lombard.

Please.

Um… May I smoke?

If you must.

How much has Mr. Demores told you?

That your son is missing.

It's not the first time, it won't be the last.

Our daughter does not share our concern for Leon's well-being.

My brother's always had a long and meaningful relationship with heroin.

That is not true and that is in the past.

No, Mother, that's what you want to believe.

[speaking in German]

I apologise, Mr. Lombard, this is a very difficult time for us.

- I underst... - Maybe Deborah can explain more.

A month ago, Leon came to me wanting to borrow some money.

A thousand pounds, something to do with the deposit on the exhibition space

for his photos.

He's a photographer?

My, you're some detective, Mr. Lombard.

[Mrs. Spitz] Please!

The truth is…

…Leon has not been seen since.

He'll surface when he's blown my money.

If he's still an addict a thousand pounds is already gone.

He wouldn't last a month.

So, where is he?

Will you take the case, Mr. Lombard?

We are very worried about Leon.

I normally charge 350 pounds a day.

Plus expenses.

I doubt you charge anything like that much…

…normally.

Three hundred and fifty pounds per day plus expenses.

And a bonus of, um…

Five thousand pounds, when you find him.

We have prepared the package.

It contains a down payment on your fees.

You can always contact us here or at my daughter's in Hampstead.

My husband and I will be staying in London for as long as it takes.

- What do you think? - I think Deborah's right.

Leon's done this kind of thing before. Just take the money, they can afford it.

Where does it come from, their money?

Shoes.

The old man supplies the leather for a quarter of all the shoes made in Europe.

- You work for him? - Yeah.

Hey, it's not as boring as it sounds.

Hey… I'll call you.

- Pleasure, not business. - I hope.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

[soft piano music plays in background]

- Nathalie. - Ah, oui…

[in French] You cut your hair.

- [in French] Yeah, you like it? - Yeah.

It's my new style, the little lost girl.

- [laughs] It doesn't work. - It does.

Congratulations on the new business.

So, you're rich now?

Tell me, what is it?

Easy money.

Some guy who went missing.

[woman laughing]

Don't turn around but there's a guy behind you

who looks super embarrassed. He's with his wife, he's my client.

Don't turn around!

Stop it!

I think you just ruined his evening.

But I made his day earlier.

[laughs]

Ah!

Another football injury? What is it this time?

It's my knee.

- Look, I'm in no place to say, but… - But you're going to say it anyway?

Yeah, you should really be careful.

- You think I'm getting old? - No, you're not getting old.

You are old.

[both laugh]

- Don't take it the wrong way. - Of course not.

That's me.

You want to come up?

- No. - [she exhales]

Every time I tell myself I won't ask again.

No, don't stop asking.

Thank you for a lovely evening.

[rifling through papers]

[answering machine] New messages:

you have no new messages.

[dial-up tone]

[answering machine] Sorry, the person you have called is not available.

[dial-up tone]

[numbers beep]

- BT Customer Accounts, how can I help you? - Yes, I have a problem with my phone bill.

May I have your phone number, please?

Zero one seven one

seven two seven six eight six five.

Right. How may I help you, sir?

The phone was disconnected, we disconnected the phone

but we never got the final bill.

Right. It was sent on the 16th of last month.

It never arrived.

Maybe you sent it to the wrong address, no?

Well, it went to the forwarding address at Landguard Point

Felixstowe, in Suffolk.

[birds chirping]

[choral music starts]

[ship's horn sounds]

[ship's horn sounds]

[Xavier] Hello?

Hello?

This is private property. Public footpath's over there.

I'm looking for Leon Spitz.

Get down on the ground!

Now!

Get your hands up above your head where I can see them.

Who are you?

Um, Xavier Lombard. I'm a private investigator.

I've been hired to find Leon Spitz. I have a...

[she shouts]

Take your jacket off very slowly.

OK.

OK, don't shoot.

Chuck it over here.

"Xavier Lombard, private investigator."

You see?

"Xavier Lombard, insurance loss adjuster."

"Xavier Lombard, floral tributes."

For my work, I need them for my work.

Do you know where Leon is?

Why do you want to know?

His parents hired me to find him. They are worried about him.

You expect me to believe that?

I can only tell you what I know.

Shiva, come here.

Is this the Austrian?

- I'm French. - Shut up!

Is this man the Austrian?

Right, back inside.

Look, I don't want any trouble.

Just give Leon my card and tell him to call me.

[woman] I can't.

I don't know where he is.

I haven't seen him for a month.

If we are to talk, I'll listen, but…

Not with that thing pointing at me.

This is my old number.

I was moving up here the night that Leon called.

What did he want?

A favour.

To look after Shiva for a few days.

Bring him up here with me.

He gave me some money.

How much?

About a thousand pounds.

Thank you.

Who is the Austrian?

Someone who deals in kids.

Kids?

Yeah, sex.

Sex with kids.

Quoi?

Shiva was being held somewhere in London and Leon got him out.

That's all I know.

He said I wasn't to contact him.

I was to guard Shiva with my life and…

And trust no one.

Does he understand English?

Yeah, a few words, I think.

But he doesn't speak, so…

He cries a lot at night.

Come here, I want to show you something.

Leon gave me this.

I don't have anywhere to play it here.

He said I wasn't to give it to anyone.

Thank you.

How long have you known each other?

Why?

His family didn't mention you.

Almost two years.

I've never met them.

Probably think he's still on drugs, do they?

Could he be?

They've never understood him.

They didn't even visit him once in the clinic.

Paid the bills, though.

[ship's horn sounds]

I'll be in touch.

There isn't a phone.

I'll be in touch anyway.

[car door closes]

Smile, Emily. We'll find him.

[car engine starts]

[gently] Hello.

Hello, lovely pretty fish. Hello.

[answering machine beeps]

This is Roger Carlton.

I received your report on my wife's movements.

Needless to say, I feel somewhat foolish.

I'll be sending you a check for your services.

- Goodbye, Mr. Lombard. - [answering machine beeps]

Hello, it's Paul here.

Look, I've got too many players for next week's game

and I thought you might want a break, you know, because of your knee and all.

Just give me a call sometime, alright?

[answering machine beeps]

Mr. Lombard, this is Mr. Spitz.

We were hoping for a progress report.

I'd appreciate it if you gave us a call.

[cheerful opening music plays]

[narrator on VCR] Once upon a time in a beautiful castle

lived a king and a queen who were very happy

because the baby princess had just been born to them.

but a small, black messenger flew to the 13th fairy

who had not been invited to the feast

and told her what was going on.

The 13th fairy was a wicked w...

[voice in new recording] Come here…

He came to look at me.

Come on…

Get his trousers off.

Yeah, let me help.

[VCR clicks]

Putain.

[VCR clicks]

[tense music]

[VCR clicks, whirrs]

[voices whispering on recording]

Oh, look how young he is.

His skin… [unintelligible whispers]

[tense, sad music swells]

[music ends]

[in French] Nathalie…

- Have you been here long? - [in French] You look awful.

You have to come round, I have something really important I need to show you.

I can't, I have to work.

- Later, then. - Later? I'm working all night.

- But it's really important, I... - Keep the change.

It's really important, I swear. Can't you come now?

I get it, but it's going to have to wait until tomorrow. OK?

- Are you sure? - Yes.

[he sighs]

[sad music]

[he coughs]

[church bells ringing]

What do you mean, someone had "beaten you to it"?

Leon's flat. Someone had been there before me.

How do you know?

There were no messages on his answering machine.

So?

So, the last call Leon made from his phone was a month ago.

How do you know?

Because I know.

Don't take that tone with me, Mr. Lombard.

[Mr. Spitz] Deborah!

Please, Mr. Lombard. You are saying you find it unusual

that Leon's answering machine has no messages on it?

Leon isn't exactly big on friends.

Leon has friends. Good friends.

I chose not to share them with you.

Someone had been there before me and erased these messages.

I was there three days ago, everything was the same.

- Were there any messages? - No.

Had it occurred to you that Leon might have come back and erased them…

…himself?

- That is possible. - [Xavier] Yes, it's possible.

But…

[hesitantly] But I have a bad feeling about Leon.

I'm telling you this because I think you should know.

What are you saying, Mr. Lombard?

I'm saying… Ah!

I hope I'm wrong.

[door opens]

Stay here.

I have a bad feeling too, Mr. Lombard.

It's about you.

I think you know a good thing when you see it, I think

you're taking my parents for a ride.

And you had no right to upset them the way you just did.

Why are you so keen to believe you're brother's OK?

I don't think he's OK.

I think he's a fucked up little shit.

You must have seen his photos.

- I like them. - Oh, come on.

It's a world I know.

It's not your world.

Tell me, Mr. Lombard.

Why did you leave Paris?

Goodnight, Mrs. Demores.

[woman's voice in street] God, it's going to start tipping it down.

[man's voice in street] I'm telling you, you should walk to the station.

[woman's voice] Walk to the station? You must be joking.

[voices continue, indistinct]

[Xavier sighs]

- [voices in street continue] - [baby crying]

[thunder rumbles]

[TV playing from other block]

[doorbell rings]

[in French] You've moved your office here?

[in French] I ran out of money to pay the rent, so…

So, how are the fish?

They're fine. One died, but they're fine.

So what's this thing you wanted me to see so badly?

[narrator on VHS, in English] I would be wakened by a kiss…

after a hundred years.

- To try to prevent... - [recording changes]

[man's voice] Look at me. Get him to look at me.

[tense music]

Come on.

Get his trousers off.

- Here, let me help. - [sound of trousers unzipping]

[man on recording] Look how young he is.

Beautiful.

You've done me proud here.

[child screams in pain]

[man on recording moans]

Heaven.

[video clicks, stops]

[tape hits floor]

[in French] Awful stuff, eh?

[in French] "Easy money", you said.

[Xavier] Yeah, I was wrong.

I have to find the people who made this.

You want me to help you?

You know people.

Those guys will need to deliver to their clients. We must find out where they are

and contact them.

Contact them yourself.

Nathalie, I met the boy from the tape.

He's lost the ability to talk.

- Don't do that to me, it's not fair. - And you think that's fair?

The guy I'm looking for is called the Austrian, does that ring any bells?

Never heard of him.

It's a very specific scene, they'll be very discreet about it.

Nathalie, I don't know who to turn to.

You're the only one who can help me.

I'll ask around.

No promises.

[in English] Thanks for nothing, Xavier.

[Xavier panting heavily]

[music playing through headphones]

[Xavier sighs]

[exhales wearily]

[Carlos] Ay!

Viva England!

[Carlos laughs heartily]

So…

Seven all. Last ball.

Loser buys lunch.

- Sure. - OK.

[Carlos] Come on, Brazil! Yeah!

The food's coming.

Hey, you gave up?

Nineteen hours, twelve minutes, no problem.

Thanks. Thanks for the work.

Hey, I heard Deborah went for you again.

I'm starting to think she likes you.

Because really, she was like that with me when we first met.

How did you meet?

Through friends. She was in Rio for the carnival.

Ah, it was a good week. Too good! She stayed.

Her boyfriend went home.

And the Spitzes, they've never forgiven me.

Hmm.

But they accept you now?

The old man, yes. I've been good for the business, but…

The mother, ooph…

I'll always be Mr. Demores to her.

You know, eh… You scared them yesterday.

What you said about Leon, about having a bad feeling.

Um…

Someone else has been to his apartment.

Yeah, I heard.

So, what if he got mixed up in something?

No? Drugs, money, I don't know.

Now they are looking for him.

- You still think like a detective, eh? - Oh, yeah.

It makes sense, no?

- He'd, um, go into hiding. - Mm.

But he'd still find the time to call his girlfriend.

His girlfriend?

What, Leon has a girlfriend?

She hasn't heard from him for a month.

And, um, where is she?

I don't know, we only spoke on the phone the other day, I don't know.

Can we have the bill, please?

Oh, um, Deborah asked me about Paris.

What did you say?

Nothing.

You never told her what happened?

No, just that I went on a big drugs case and something went wrong.

But I didn't say how wrong.

- That's fine. - [waitress] Thank you.

I never got a chance to thank you, Carlos.

You would have done the same for me.

- I hope! - Sure.

- [in French] You sure you want to do this? - [in French] Yes.

- Do you have the money? - Mm-hm.

Alright, let's go.

[loud dance music playing]

Babe, looking for something tonight?

[inaudible]

- [in English] Well? - [in French] Well, um…

- I told him you're a friend he can trust. - Mm-hm.

I told him you were interested in the Austrian's specials

and he's going to ask him for you.

And I won't be getting that money back, whatever happens.

I also told him that you booked a room.

At Le Méridien in Piccadilly.

You better go book that room.

I think you'll get a call this evening or maybe tomorrow.

Or maybe never.

Is he your pimp?

You know, Xavier, we're so alike

that sometimes I wonder which one of us is the uglier one.

Will you ask him for a receipt?

These guys don't mess around, you know?

- I'll keep you safe. - It's not me I'm worried about.

[in English] Clarence Square, please. I'm in a hurry.

[in French] You'll call me?

And suddenly things have changed Portsmouth's way, have they?

A fraction away, Chelsea, from going four one.

Well it's almost disappointing…

[phone rings]

…and that's a brilliant save.

[TV turns off]

Oui?

- Mr. Laherle. - Ah, yes.

Call this number: four, three, five, four, four, seven, one.

Say it's about the puppies.

You saw the ad at George's.

Excuse me… Four, three, five…?

Four, three, five, four, four, seven, one

[receiver clicks]

[phone beeps as Xavier dials]

[phone ringing]

[woman's voice] Hello?

- Um… I'm calling about the puppies. - Puppies?

I saw the ad at George's.

Um, hold the line.

[man's voice] Yes?

I'm calling about the puppies.

Have we done business before?

I saw the ad at George's.

- Give me your number, I'll call you back. - Um, wait. Room 608.

Seven, three, four, eight, zero, zero, zero.

I'll call you back.

[phone beeps]

[phone rings]

Hello?

[man's voice] What sort of puppy are you looking for?

What sorts have you got?

Some bitches, mostly dogs.

From three to twelve months, trained and untrained.

White, brown and yellow.

What about an untrained dog, brown?

How much of a hurry are you in?

Tomorrow?

The only dogs available at short notice are white and trained.

But they're all very cheerful and have been thoroughly checked for disease.

I see. How much?

Five for straight delivery. Ten with provision of a safe place.

Foreign visitors tend to find the second option more convenient.

I'll take it.

Have the money ready by midday. We'll call you.

[receiver clicks]

[tense, uneasy music swells]

Taxi, sir?

[doorbell rings]

[accordion music plays softly]

[in French] What's wrong?

[in French] You gave me some keys in case of emergency.

- Well, it better be an emergency. - Yes, it is.

I'll make some coffee.

[accordion music gets louder]

- [incredulously] Ten thousand pounds. - Yes, I know.

- I know it's a lot of money. - You're not kidding.

Why don't you ask your clients?

- Deborah won't agree to it. - And?

I don't trust them.

You don't trust anyone, it's in your nature.

That's not true, I trust you.

You don't trust me, you need me.

You'll get the money back.

No. It's all I have.

It's all I have to get myself out of this life. You can't ask that of me.

You're saying that's all you have set aside?

Why do you care?

You can't ask that of me, I'm sorry.

[phone rings]

Hello?

- Hello? - Have you got the money?

- Yeah. - Three o'clock. Down Street.

El Pirata. Ask for Peter.

[receiver clicks, beeps]

[in French] You'll pay me back.

Since when do you take your work so seriously?

[bag zips shut]

[French radio plays in background]

[cocks gun]

[clicks]

[man on phone] Yeah.

- Yeah, what I said… - [barman] We open at six.

I'm here to see Peter.

Yeah. Yeah, I'll be there.

OK. Yeah.

Yeah. Bye. OK.

Would you like a drink?

Um… I would like to see what I am buying.

I believe we've done some business with a friend of yours.

Have you?

Yeah. The person that put us in touch seems to think so.

At least, that's what your lady-friend told them.

She's not a friend… She's a whore.

No.

No. Not until I see what I'm getting.

Our clients usually come with some sort of endorsement.

Someone I met at a special screening said certain goods could be had

and he mentioned [inhales] the Austrian

but if it's not enough, I'll leave.

And who is this "someone"?

Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

The right answer, Mr. Laherle.

[clicks tongue]

Like you, we value discretion.

Do we have a deal?

I don't see why not.

This one?

Excellent choice.

Number six.

We're on our way.

You wouldn't mind putting this on? Um…

[Peter] It's for your protection as well as ours.

[foreboding music]

Now, can I suggest you lie down…

…Mr. Leherle?

Left.

Wait a minute.

[doorbell chimes]

[door unlocks and opens]

Hope your journey wasn't too unpleasant.

What happens now?

Right. You have the room for 24 hours.

It's fully soundproofed, so…

…you can do whatever you want.

- All present and correct. - OK. Shall we?

Now, you'll be locked in but don't worry.

Just pick up the intercom when you're finished or if you need anything.

Oh…

We run a 24 hour after-sales service

so if your puppy should get sick, even if it dies

we can arrange for disposal.

For a fee, of course.

That won't be necessary.

You'd be surprised how many people say that.

[lock clicks]

[tense music]

Hello.

What's your name?

Do you speak English?

[in French] French, do you speak French?

Italian, Spanish?

[breathing heavily]

[in English] Come, come with me.

Sit down.

[ominous music intensifies]

Don't move, OK?

- Hello? - [male voice] Yes?

- There's no toilet paper. - What?

[raises voice] There is no toilet paper. Hurry, please.

[ominous music swells, stops]

[door unlocks]

- On the bed. - What?

[man cries out in pain]

[gunshot fires]

Look at me.

- The Austrian, I want his name. - Fuck you!

- [gunshot] - [man screams]

[raised voice] I'm not playing. What's his name?

[shouting] You're fucking mad.

- [man screams in pain] - What's his name?

Friedman, his name's Friedman.

- Where is he? - [hysterically] I don't know!

I fucking swear I don't know!

I work for Martin, he's the one who knows.

Where are the other kids?

There's a delivery place! I don't know… [sobs unintelligibly]

- [shouting] Who else is here? - [unintelligible]

Please, please…

Help me, you've got to fucking help me!

[man grunts] Fucking hell!

[man grunts in pain]

Where's the money? Where's the fucking money, Martin?

- Not fucking here! - Where?

[shouts in pain]

- Peter's taken it. - Where?

I don't know!

We don't know what the others do.

That's just the way it is.

Where is Friedman?

I don't know any Friedman.

[shouts out in pain] - Your big friend says you do, eh?

- Where is Friedman? - [man shouts in pain]

[Nathalie's voice] I'm out, leave a message.

- [answering machine beeps] - [in French] It's me.

You have to leave your place.

Try not to phone me or come to my place.

I'll explain everything later. Go…

Go to the place you took me to last summer and I'll meet you there.

Ciao.

You don't get it, do you?

You're dead.

[Xavier] Shut up.

Have you got any idea who you're up against?

No, but I'm about to find out.

I told you, Friedman's not at home.

He's gone away.

Just drive.

[loud smash]

What's your interest in this?

- Is it personal or business? - It doesn't matter.

- Well, if it's business, we can sort it. - What if it's personal?

Then you've got a problem.

[man grunts]

Who is this man?

I don't know.

- [angrily] Who is this man? - I don't know! Who is he?

You know him. Before you leave this house you'll tell me where he is.

[lock clicks]

[re-dial tone]

[automated voice] Thank you for calling British Airways.

Please choose one of the following four options.

If you are a member of our Executive Club please press one on your telephone.

If you would like to make a new reservation, please press two.

If you're calling about an existing reservation, please press three.

Finally, for all other general inquiries...

[both shouting]

[gunshot fires]

Where is Friedman?

[with difficulty] Fuck you.

- Where is Friedman? - I'm dead, you prick. And you know what?

It doesn't hurt.

[man inhales with difficulty]

[man yells out in pain]

It's amazing how long a dying man can make it alive.

[man screams]

[shouting] Where's Friedman?

- Eh? - Mexico!

- Where? - Mexico!

[man screams]

- [shouts unintelligibly] - Where? I don't understand!

Now you listen. Where?

[unintelligible] Please…

[sirens approaching]

[sirens fade]

[phone line ringing]

Emergency services. Which service do you require?

The Premiere Suites Hotel. Finsbury Park.

It's being used… For kids.

Sex… With kids.

Can I take your name, sir? Hello, caller?

Are you still there, sir?

[video game sounds]

[answering machine beeps]

Nathalie? Oh God, it's Jeffrey.

[breathlessly] You're a bad, bad girl and Daddy's going to have to punish you.

Kiss, kiss.

[answering machine beeps]

[Xavier, in French] Nathalie? It's me. You have to leave your place.

Try not to phone me or come to my place.

I'll explain everything later. Go…

Go to the place you took me to last summer and I'll meet you there. Ciao.

[Xavier breathing heavily]

[video game music continues]

[Xavier sobs]

[video game music continues]

Stop it.

[raises voice] Stop it.

[impatiently] Stop it!

[music stops]

Sorry.

[music resumes]

[soft, downbeat music]

Sorry. It doesn't look too bad though.

She didn't talk.

They were all there but she didn't talk.

How do you know?

I know her.

She didn't talk.

Who was she?

A friend.

A friend from Paris.

[liquid pouring into cup]

The first time I met her, she…

She was sitting on the pavement

She was crying with two black eyes.

I arrested her pimp.

She was so young.

She was just a girl.

I've known her for a long time. A long time.

We stayed in touch

even when she moved to London.

When things went wrong for me in Paris

she helped me to…

…to be strong again.

She wanted to get out and now she's dead.

What went wrong in Paris?

Everything.

Everything went wrong.

[he sighs]

It was…

It was a big drugs investigation. International.

We worked with the Brazilian police for months.

I killed a man.

They tried to call it murder.

I won the case but I lost my job.

Leon's dead, isn't he?

[she sobs]

[she sobs heavily]

[footsteps approaching]

[Emily] Shut the door.

[ship's horn sounds]

So where do they get the children from?

Um… I don't know.

Places they aren't missed.

Places where life is cheap.

I tried to speak with him but

it's not a language I know.

Thank you.

You have to go to the police.

You killed a man, Xavier.

You've got to go to them, you've got to explain.

You can't do this on your own.

No one else is going to, huh?

I'm scared.

You're right to be scared.

You're right.

Look, I know these people.

Even if we go to the police, they'll find us.

I have to do this and I'm sorry, but…

You have to be strong.

Now, be careful.

Alright?

- Ciao. - Bye.

Mr. Lombard, this is Anton Spitz.

It is imperative that you call us.

There is a matter of some…

…urgency we must discuss with you.

[tense music]

As you see…

I've made some inquiries of my own.

Detective Xavier Lombard, indited for murder, pleads self-defence

successfully thanks to the testimony of the only witness

Detective Carlos Demores.

So? I was acquitted.

The press called it a travesty of justice.

Don't expect me to weep over Mr. Tournier.

He had my family murdered.

[Deborah] Allegedly.

[sighs]

I know he planted the bomb that killed them.

Like you knew he was a major drug trafficker.

He beat the charge. When he was leaving court he said to me:

"Je sais où tu habites."

"I know where you live."

Two days later my wife and daughter were dead.

Five words gave you the right to turn judge, juror and executioner.

I fight in self-defense.

I doubt that very much, Mr. Lombard.

Then only you and Carlos know the truth about what really happened that day?

Think…

- Think what you like. - Oh, I do.

I think you're a bad man, I think you're a dangerous man to be around.

I think Carlos had extremely poor judgment taking you for this case.

And so do we.

I think what my father's trying to say is you're fired.

Mr. Demores has argued very hard in your defense.

Mr. Demores has good reason to be biased.

We do not.

The settlement of your account.

I have included a small bonus

which should more than cover any expenses you have incurred.

Apparently you have found Leon's girlfriend.

We should like to know where she is.

Sure.

Oh, um…

I don't have her number with me.

I'll get it to you.

Can we talk in private, please?

Well?

How dare you!

He's dead. Leon is dead.

- Dead? - Murdered.

- Did you love your brother? - Yes.

I think he loved you too.

[impatiently] Now what happened? What went wrong between you?

- Drugs! - I don't believe you, tell me!

- What happened? - Let go of me.

[she gasps]

- Let go! - You can't stop me now.

This isn't about Leon anymore.

[door opens]

[door slams]

[car engine starts]

[footsteps approach]

Deborah, what is it?

[she breathes heavily]

What did he say to you?

What else don't I know about you?

Deborah, please.

[voices in Spanish sound through speaker]

[man speaking Spanish]

Merci, merci beaucoup.

- [TV plays in background] - [someone knocks at door]

[wind whistles]

[bird calls]

[voices speaking in Spanish]

[woman] Sí, sí.

[children laughing]

[laughter gets louder]

Friedman!

What do you want?

You don't want to do this.

[Xavier screams out in pain]

[gasps in pain]

[tapping sound]

Hey.

Can you help me?

Can you untie me?

[man shouting indistinctly]

[Xavier] No, no, wait!

Where is Friedman?

The boss wants to know what you know so I can kill you or you can tell me.

Why are you here, what do you want? Who have you told?

All that shit.

I don't talk with you.

I want to talk to Friedman.

[menacingly] You talk to me.

So, kill me.

I… I want to talk to Friedman.

- Talk to me. - I want to talk to Friedman.

[shouting] I want to talk to Friedman!

I want to talk to Friedman!

Friedman!

Friedman!

I can't deal with this right now.

Try and look as though I should have confidence in you.

Alright, we can transfer the…

…first twenty-five to L.A.

As planned.

Then we'll just take it from there.

[camera whirring]

- [Xavier] Friedman! - [Friedman] Oi…

[speaking Spanish]

[Xavier] Friedman!

Don't… Just ignore him.

Take the kids to the house.

[Xavier] Friedman!

Friedman!

Thank you.

[Xavier continues to shout in background]

Friedman!

Shut up.

Wait outside. Shut up!

You're frightening the children.

So why are you here?

[taps on desk]

You like children, don't you?

I'm not a customer, Mr. Lombard. I'm a businessman.

Import export business.

Let me tell you something

these children are from the streets. I liberate them.

I clothe them and feed them.

You're mocking me?

You? Look at you.

How did you protect your family?

I don't know what you thought you could achieve.

You're not going to change anything.

Now, you've caused a lot of trouble already.

Left a very good man dead.

A lot of trouble.

So…

Hopper?

[footsteps approach]

[Xavier grunts]

Perfidio.

Opa! Ha ha!

Alright.

Oh, oh!

[Friedman exclaims]

[eerie choral music]

[loud explosion]

[Hopper] I don't think he knows a damn thing.

[Friedman] I'm not interested in what people think.

I wanted to hear what he had to say.

I've been working on it.

[Friedman] Oh, Christ. Look at him.

I asked you to do

the simplest thing.

[Hopper] I can work on him some more.

[Friedman] Kill him.

[children playing in background]

Look.

Nina.

Can you untie me?

Please.

Please.

Por favor.

[tense, ominous music]

Go to bed.

- To bed? - [menacingly]Vamos.

[Friedman, under his breath] Where the fuck are you, you piece of shit?

[crash of objects falling]

[gun cocks]

[speaking Spanish and laughing]

[women exclaiming in Spanish]

[in French] Be quiet.

[women shouting from room]

[music intensifies]

[girl shouting in Spanish]

Hopper!

[Xavier panting]

Where is Leon?

He was dealt with, alright?

- He was interfering with the business. - Where is Leon?

Hopper!

Alright, if you want.

Ja. He was killed, OK?

What was Leon's connection?

Look, if this is a question of money…

Money…

How much for Nathalie's life, tell me?

No. No, no.

You murdered her, Xavier.

You involved her in this pathetic crusade.

What the fuck did you expect?

How much?

Five hundred thousand.

I want more.

Look at me.

Look at me, Friedman.

Open your eyes.

- [gun fires] - [glass smashes]

[Friedman choking and spluttering]

[girl] Gracias.

[boy speaking Spanish]

[priest exclaims in Spanish]

[priest questions Xavier in Spanish]

Eh…

[Xavier mumbles in attempted Spanish]

[priest welcomes them in Spanish]

[sad music]

[answering machine beeps]

Mr. Lombard, this is Deborah.

Deborah Demores.

I need to talk to you. Please phone me back as soon as you get this message.

[answering machine beeps]

Hi Xavier, it's Paul.

You didn't call me back.

I hope you're not sulking because of my last message.

I'm not giving you the old elbow, you know?

Eh… Call me, mate.

[answering machine beeps]

It's me again, Deborah.

Please call me as soon as you get this message.

[machine clicks, beeps]

Christ, what happened to you?

I've done it.

- What if it doesn't work? - It'll work.

Leon's trail led to Mexico.

Where I found a man called Friedman.

He admitted to killing your son.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Spitz.

Did you kill him?

Did you kill this…

…Friedman yourself?

Thank you.

Have you been to the authorities?

I wanted to tell you first.

It's over then?

[Mrs. Spitz exclaims]

Not quite.

I passed by my flat on my way.

There was a message on my machine. A woman, a friend of Leon's.

Phoning from some pub.

It sounds like she has a boy.

[she sniffs]

The boy Leon rescued?

That boy?

Maybe.

We will see he's well looked after.

And the same goes for you

Mr. Lombard.

Mr. Lombard? It's Emily.

Look, if you've got any news about Leon

please could you contact me at Landguard Point, Felixstowe.

Thanks. Bye.

[automated voice] Telephone number 0139…

[gunshot]

[gunshots continue]

Listen…

This is between you and me.

OK?

Now…

Point the gun down.

Down. Slowly, slowly.

- Squeeze. - [gunshot]

Slowly.

Look. One.

[gunshot]

Stop.

OK. Now…

[slow, foreboding music]

[music intensifies]

[Emily] Wait here.

[shower running in background]

Drop it, Carlos.

You knew.

I wasn't sure.

Oh.

Friedman knew too much.

It had to be one of you.

[softly] Why?

Why, Carlos?

What happened to the man I knew?

I don't have to explain myself to you.

But kids?

They are just kids.

And Deborah?

Are you going to tell her

that you killed her brother?

He was always sniffing around.

It's big money. More than you can imagine.

Are you trying to bribe me, Carlos?

No, I don't need to bribe you. You owe me.

You wouldn't have lasted a week in prison. Tournier's men would have seen to that.

You owe me your life, Xavier.

I know that. On the floor.

On the floor.

[shouting] On the floor!

[patting Carlos down]

[someone struggling in background]

[Xavier] Get up.

Allez. Go.

Au… Austrian.

- Austrian… - [muttering] Austrian.

Friedman's little joke because I married one.

Give him the fucking gun.

Hello, Shiva.

Stay away from him.

But I can't.

Now you understand?

Goodbye, Xavier.

Look at me. Look...

[glass smashes]

[Martin shouts]

Look at me.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gun hits the floor]

[cameras clicking]

My dear friends…

We are assembled here

to remember Leon Spitz

who was so brutally murdered.

God rest his soul.

Throughout his life

he was a constant source of comfort and pride

to his parents

family and friends.

All of whom

have been left with sorrow in their hearts.

[Mr. Spitz reciting in Hebrew]

[men all reciting together]

[reciting continues]

I didn't know.

[male voice singing]

That's what you're thinking, aren't you?

That I knew about Carlos.

Am I?

I didn't know.

Why did you fight me? Try to stop me?

You wouldn't understand.

But you want me to. That's why you are here.

When Leon came to borrow the money

he said something about Carlos.

What did he say?

Did he tell you about the children?

Is that what you really think of me?

Did he tell you about the children?

No.

He said he was onto something. Something that Carlos was involved in.

That's all.

You didn't want to hear.

Even when Leon disappeared.

I… I did.

I wanted to tell you, that's why I called.

That's why I left those messages.

He was my husband, for God's sake.

How could I allow myself to believe that he would do anything to Leon?

You must understand that.

All I understand is people have been killed.

My friend died.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about your friend.

[sighs] Yes.

I think you are.

But you don't have to live without her.

Carlos was your friend too.

Would you have believed it?

If you'd told me something maybe she'd be alive, that's all I understand.

Don't come to me for absolution.

[footsteps leaving]

[peaceful, sad music]

Goal's in the six-yard area, five behind.

James gets there just first.

It's a goal!

In a year, Cantona will quit football.

A Frenchman with passion in his game. He could give them what they wanted.

Or leave them high and dry.

[in thick French accent] When the seagulls…

…follow the trawler

it's because they think

sardines

will be thrown into the sea.

Thank you very much.

[laughter in background]