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[ding]

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[fire crackling]

[inaudible].

[laughing]

[thud]

[inaudible].

[laughing]

[door slamming]

[fire roaring]

[music playing]

Ah.

[rattle]

[gasp]

Oh no!

[inaudible]

[sirens]

[interposing voices]

[click]

[click]

CLAIRE [VOICEOVER]: [speaking french]

At last you could come to Toronto--

see the city.

CLAIRE [VOICEOVER]: [speaking french]

Claire.

[jazz music]

[interposing voices]

How can I help you?

[WITH FRENCH ACCENT] A locker, s'il vous plait.

La-- oh, [laughing] you want a locker.

Oui.

For your stuff.

Um, I'm sorry, but, uh, we don't have them anymore because of,

you know, bomb threats.

OK, what you do here, you take a claim ticket,

and you come back for your stuff with your claim

ticket for your stuff, and hopefully there's on bombs.

Ha.

You know, bombs?

[boom] [laughing]

Merci.

I-- I-- it's under control.

I've got it.

[rattle]

[interposing voices]

[laughs]

Uh, excuse moi.

Five, four Kensington.

Lucky guy, Mr. Billy Stuart.

OK.

You want to go up [inaudible].

Here's Dundas.

Kensington's right there.

[inaudible].

OK.

[squeak]

[train]

[heavy breathing]

[drums]

[interposing voices]

[buzz]

[sigh]

[sigh]

[giggling]

Oh.

[knocking]

[gasp]

[sigh] Claire.

[music playing]

Oh. - [inaudible].

[laughing]

[inaudible] Claire.

[gasp] [sigh]

[knocking]

[sigh]

[heels walking]

[romantic music]

Billy?

Billy?

[door slamming]

A photographic exhibition.

Yes.

Photographic exhibition.

[speaking french]

Uh, photography.

Photography exhibition.

Yeah.

[speaking french].

Hey, excuse. Hello.

I'm sorry, miss.

I'm busy right now.

I've got a meeting right now.

Why don't you, uh, come back later?

[speaking french]

[splash] Ah!

Oh, shit.

[speaking french] [ah]

I think someone should fuck off right now.

[speaking french].

Cunt.

Ha-ha.

[sigh]

[speaking french]

[kiss smack]

[laughing]

Mm.

[interposing voices]

You look like shit.

It's called jet lag.

I've been up for about 56 hours.

I'm really beat.

Explains why you didn't show up at the airport bar

like I told you to.

I got delayed.

I went, and you weren't there.

Listen, I got tired of waiting and wondering where the fuck

you were.

I looked for you, Eddie.

Didn't I tell you if anything goes wrong, backup plan is

we meet here?

Hm?

So, here we are.

I need your passport and your visa.

I did just like you told me, Eddie.

I always make them put it through by hand.

I have high-speed film on my camera.

I don't want it ruined.

Always dress up when you're crossing the border.

Always wear a hat.

Dig through your purse for the passport.

Don't have it handy.

Keep moving.

Keep talking till you bore them.

Mm.

[scratching]

[voices on tv]

[singing]

So, why don't we, uh, go get your money?

Are they going to bring it with you?

I don't walk around with a can of cash.

I put it in a safe place.

Where?

When you didn't show up at the airport,

I went in and got one of those lockers.

So, I would just like, mm, love to sit here and hold your hand,

but Laramie's out there waiting.

Huh.

Well, that's kind of too bad.

Oh, yeah?

No.

What?

I was kind of hoping that we could spend a little bit

of time alone together.

Mm-hm.

I, um, thought about you a lot while I was there.

Show me.

[voices on tv]

[zip]

[ugh]

[zip]

[heaving breathing]

[grunt]

[panting]

[rattle]

[clapping on tv]

[laughing]

[gasp]

[gag]

They haven't had lockers at the airport since the '70s, you

dumb, double-crossing fuck.

[sigh]

[suspenseful music]

Madame.

Hey, madame!

[bell ringing]

Laramie, is that her?

Alone?

That would be somewhat strange.

OK, well, take your pick.

Hey, madame!

[interposing voices] - Sorry.

Sorry.

[music playing on radio]

Why don't you go in, find out what's taking him so long?

[sigh]

[interposing voices]

No one's in there at all.

Oh, dear.

[music playing] See

Over there.

Hey.

Hey!

That's not your kitchen here.

You are not to buy it, do not buy it.

[laughing]

[crying]

[scream]

Ophelia here saw her run out.

Said the girl was waving some kind

of a flyer around-- an ad for a play

or something out of newspaper.

The DB's pretty know around here, Edward Barlow.

I got a feeling this one was business-- not pleasure.

Mm. Never mind your feeling.

What does the witness have to say?

The witness is having a breakdown.

I got it.

[click]

Good morning, ma'am.

I'm going to take it from here.

Can you remember anything?

Anything you can remember can help us.

[CRYING] My daughter told me, Mama, you worry too much.

How can I be worried?

I know [inaudible].

Could you look through this for me,

and see if you can recognize the ad she showed you?

It was [STUTTERING] something like that, yeah.

And-- and it was a photography exhibition.

And-- and-- and she asked me.

I don't know what she's talking.

She's talking in French.

I don't know what she was talking.

DETECTIVE LEE: Is, uh, this her?

[beep]

SHOP OWNER: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

She have-- she have evil eyes.

DETECTIVE LEE: Oh.

SHOP OWNER: Evil eyes, yes.

DETECTIVE LEE: OK.

SHOP OWNER: She spoke French only.

CURATOR [OFFSCREEN]: OK.

How many pieces we got here?

[slam]

That's one coming in.

PATRICIA: Can I help you?

Uh, Billy Stuart.

He's not here right now.

He's, I think, a little nervous.

You know Billy.

Oui, Billy--

Billy Stuart.

He isn't here right now.

We haven't opened yet.

We're still hanging.

You're welcome to come to the opening.

Do you have an invitation?

Oh, what do you know?

The real thing.

Billy will be so delighted you could make it.

You are--

Are you OK?

[click]

[gasp]

[sigh]

Billy?

It's nothing.

Go back to sleep.

[click]

I'll get the invites.

So why don't you take these now and run along?

Come back later.

Later.

What are you-- hey!

Hey!

[grunt]

Quit!

Oh, come on!

Help me here!

Well, don't just stand there.

Get your ass over here.

Give me a hand.

[crying]

[echoes]

[wind blowing]

[click]

[squeal]

[click]

[squeal]

[click]

[squeal]

LILY: Eddie told me that you sometimes fix things.

Mr. Barlow.

He hasn't even paid me for the last bunch.

He's no good.

[sniff]

Um, this is, uh, what I need.

I need a new name.

I need ID to go with that new name.

And I need a password, and I need it really fast.

[clocks ticking]

Password?

Passport.

Ha.

I need a passport.

I don't know nothing about a passport.

The government-- they give you a passport.

You get an application at the post office, a little packet

of forms, you send it in.

Takes about six weeks.

I need that kind of passport that takes about 10 minutes.

If you'll pardon my saying so, I don't think you can

afford that kind of passport.

That's old style.

I can only give you $50 for that.

I didn't want to sell it.

I was thinking maybe I'd have to use it.

I want you to know I don't appreciate this.

And I want you to know that I do.

[music playing]

Crime scene.

I'm sorry I can't tell you anything about it.

No, I'm not allowed to talk about the case.

[inaudible]

[rattle]

[banging]

[YELLING] Billy!

[inaudible]

[yelling]

[banging]

[creak]

[sniff]

[speaking french].

[speaking french]

[click]

[clack]

[speaking french]

Hey, thanks.

Uh, Billy Stuart.

I was just taking--

I, uh--

[speaking french].

Huh?

I, uh--

[rip]

[clears throat]

She, uh, don't like it--

the clicking.

Right.

OK, look, I'm sorry.

Just give me my camera back, and I'll go.

[click] - [speaking french]

[speaking french]

- [speaking french] - [speaking french]

Hey, hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[grunting]

[smack] - Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

[speaking french]

[yelling]

[bang]

PATRICIA: She just sort of staggered out.

I figured she was drunk or something.

Drugs, maybe?

DETECTIVE SWEENEY: Listen, a uniform

will take your statement.

We're not here about a vandalism.

We're homicide detectives.

Where was she headed, do you think?

I don't suppose you got her name?

PATRICIA: Why don't you ask Billy?

DETECTIVE SWEENEY: Well, uh, we're

going to have to talk to him.

That woman is wanted for questioning in a murder.

A murder?

OK.

He's probably home right now.

Let me see.

Kensington-- 54 Kensington.

I'll say it ain't so.

Hey, Lee.

Guy who took these snaps lives right in the market,

practically next door to that donut place.

[suspenseful music]

[clears throat] Hey, how are you doing?

I believe you know Edward Barlow.

Maybe.

Sure.

Maybe I do.

I think sometimes you do his travel arrangements for him.

What are you?

You cops?

If you know Eddie, you know that--

well, I hope you don't mind if I speak frankly.

Eddie likes to befriend a better class of girl--

one who likes to carry a briefcase,

change out of her fucking tennis shoes when she gets to work.

I don't know from Eddie's friends.

If you're not buying or selling, you can clear out.

[clocks ticking]

Damn.

Well, that's a shame.

Wait in the car.

Me?

Yeah, I always think it's best not to have a witness.

Oh, no, I'll-- I'll stay.

As you like.

[dog barking]

Woof, woof, woof.

[whine]

[laughing]

TRAVEL AGENT: OK, because it's an international flight,

you should be at the airport by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow morning.

Oh, yeah, sure.

No problem.

Can I see your passport for one moment?

Mm-hm.

All righty then, Mrs. Barlow.

How would you like to pay for that today?

Oh, well, I think I'll use my husband's credit card.

Here you go.

TRAVEL AGENT: Um, maybe Mr., um, Barlow could

come in and sign it himself.

Oh, uh, we're, um, getting a device.

A divorce.

[sigh] Sorry.

He's, um-- he's taking his girlfriend

to Tuscany on Wednesday.

I mentioned she's 19?

[click]

[music playing]

[music playing]

[clicking]

[rattle]

[click]

It's nothing.

Go back to sleep.

[crunch]

[rattle]

BILLY: Ah, come on.

Where's my poster?

See, babe? This is it.

The fucking people in this building have no status.

This is exactly what I'm talking about.

CYNTHIA: Oh, don't worry about it, Billy.

BILLY: I just hope some real show up.

CYNTHIA: Yes, but darling, don't be ridiculous.

You don't know any real people.

BILLY: I don't want the usuals, you know,

models and agents and crap.

Yes, but of course, you artists and homeless people.

Have you thought about what to wear?

I'm serious, Cynth.

Darling, [music playing] have you seen my purse?

No.

It's in the bedroom?

Well, I'm sure I left it right here when I went to yoga.

You must [inaudible] this afternoon.

Billy?

BILLY: Cynth, [sigh] I haven't been here all day.

I don't know.

Look around.

CYNTHIA: Good Lord.

It's as cold as the [inaudible] in here.

[sigh] Oh, God.

Ah.

What if no one shows up at all?

Darling, you are nervous.

Mm-mm.

Are you nervous?

I don't know.

I don't have to understand.

[inaudible]

CYNTHIA: Well, one thing I do know

is you can't wear this and get taken seriously.

You're going to have to change.

Ah!

[laughing]

Careful, you nightmare, you're going to mess my hair.

And then what will all the rich people think?

BILLY: What are you talking?

[sigh]

Whoa.

[laughing]

You, [smack] my cherie, richer than all of them.

[speaking french]

[muah]

[laughing]

BILLY: You know, I was thinking that, uh,

I should have invited some of the people in the shop,

you know.

CYNTHIA: The girl in the bed.

[inaudible], So, merci.

BILLY: You know what, Cynthia?

Exactly.

That's a beautiful beach.

Is that Mexico?

No.

Cuba.

Right, right.

Cuba.

It's gorgeous.

[speaking french]

Have I been there?

Oui.

Yeah, actually.

Wow.

Have you?

Um, vous, um, [french].

[laughing]

No.

There.

[french]

[laughing]

Why don't you come to Toronto, see the city?

Come back to Toronto.

[speaking french]

Hm.

[smack]

[sneeze]

[sniff]

[ahh]

Bless you.

Is that door open?

BILLY: Can we not fight right now, please?

CYNTHIA: That's just fine.

[inaudible] the fresh air.

You know what, actually?

[inaudible] Invite the world.

Do whatever you like.

I know you will anyways.

Wait a minute.

Where are you going?

Here.

Ta-da.

Miss London, everybody.

Miss London.

Cynthia.

Hey, Cynth.

[suspenseful music]

Brr.

Oh, [inaudible] the moon.

Full moon.

[howling]

[grunt]

[sirens]

[grunting]

[mm]

[ugh]

[thump]

[grunting]

[squeaking]

[sirens]

[ah]

[speaking french] [sigh]

[clatter]

How about, uh, I go in and talk to her?

I'll go.

[laughing]

Why don't you just stay here and, you know, calm down a bit.

I am calm.

[laughing]

Yeah, but that was pretty rash, I thought.

Look, I have no idea what he thought he was protecting.

I-- I have no patience for chivalry.

[laughing] You've got a little something on your--

[laughing]

[sigh]

[music playing]

[suspenseful music]

Look, she made it through customs.

She's feeling clever. So she's hidden them.

They're in her lipstick.

They're in her freezer.

Sugar bowl.

Please.

How do you know she even has a sugar bowl, huh?

How do you know she's even there?

She's there.

And deep down she's hoping that someone

like you will call on her.

She wants to tell you what happened.

She wants to tell you where they are.

She wants it over more than she wants to survive.

Women are very fucking predictable.

It's very often possible to tell what

a woman's going to do before she even [click] thinks it herself.

[sigh] OK.

Well, [patting] you've got a lot of theories.

Second floor, right?

Right.

[slam]

Hey, Laramie.

[buzz]

Mm.

Who's there?

Who cares?

[sigh]

[buzz]

[moaning]

BILLY: Cynthia.

[moaning]

[grunting]

[rattle]

[sigh]

I got a feeling this guy's home.

Why don't you check around back.

See if the light's on.

- You have a feeling? - Would you just check?

Shouldn't we be getting out of here?

Patience, my friend.

If you would observe just a little bit closer

you'd see that those two have been buzzing the third floor.

Why do you have to be like that?

Why do you always have to be making speeches?

BILLY: Yes, Cynthia.

Yes.

[laughing] [moaning]

[laughing]

[ah]

[moaning]

[meow]

BILLY: [inaudible].

[moaning]

[meow]

BILLY: Oh, God!

CYNTHIA: Oh.

BILLY: Oh, yeah.

[moaning]

[meowing]

[moaning]

[meow]

[scratch]

[slurp]

Radio for backup.

What?

I found a shoe.

A shoe?

Someone's home.

They're just not answering.

Lee, look, why don't we see if someone else will let us in?

I'm calling for backup.

[buzz]

[gasp]

[buzz]

[knocking]

Oh, fuck me.

[music playing]

[sirens]

Shit.

[sirens]

Shit.

Shit!

What's up?

What do you got?

Oh, dear.

Fucking right, oh, dear.

She's been working for the cops the whole time.

You have an active imagination.

No, I have an active desire to get the fuck out of here.

Patience.

[FRENCH ACCENT] Patience.

[clicking]

[music playing]

[squeak]

[click]

[thump]

[mm]

[slam]

[sirens]

[speaking french].

OK.

[clink]

[heavy breathing]

[suspenseful music]

[bottle rattling]

[dog barking]

Hey!

Fuck.

[bang]

Lee, what next?

[creak]

[laughing]

I love this town.

Let's go.

[music playing]

[singing]

Taxi!

[beeping]

[vroom]

Hey!

Hey!

[slam]

Shit!

Train

Train station?

Oui.

Union Station.

[panting]

How do you like Toronto?

Toronto you like?

[voices on radio]

[panting]

[sirens]

[panting]

[music playing]

- [inaudible]. - [inaudible].

Sorry.

[inaudible]

[yelling] [inaudible] Wait!

[inaudible]

Fuck.

[scream]

[panting]

[scream]

Hey!

Who the hell are you?

Give me it!

Hey, who the hell are you?

[yelling]

Hey!

Wait a sec, lady, I've got $6 on the meter here.

[speaking french]

What are you talking about?

[speaking french]

Hey.

What the f--

[screech]

Hey!

Hey!

[screech]

[clapping]

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Come on.

[sirens]

[music playing]

[clocks ticking]

I just have to use the bathroom.

Thanks.

Oh, my God.

Bitch.

Montreal.

Come on.

Come.

[ah] Oh, God.

Thank God.

[sigh]

[gasp]

Don't worry.

I'm not angry with you.

Eddie, kind of a prick if you ask me.

I don't know what transpired in there between you two,

but, well, I hope he didn't try to get fresh.

That's been known to happen.

[sigh] Look, [clears throat] I just

want to get paid for my part.

You know, it didn't seem like Eddie was going to.

So you came prepared.

Well-- Well, I, um--

I assume the worst.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Eventually you'll give it to me.

Women tend to capitulate in these types of situations.

It's their practical nature.

Don't make me cut off your fucking fingers.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Laramie.

Come on.

Just listen, this isn't the way I had it planned.

I went to the airport. No one showed up.

I started to panic.

[grunt] This isn't my fuck up.

Show me what's in there.

It's empty.

Not exactly.

Ah.

This is-- it's a girl in a bed.

[laughing]

Am I going to have to go through this?

Just listen.

I don't-- I don't know who's bag this is.

No, I know.

It's crazy, right?

But this girl, she came in and she stole my bag.

And she must have switched the stuff.

Oh, shit, Laramie.

Grab her.

What are you, crazy?

She's a kid.

[grunt]

[gunshot]

[interposing voices]

[laughing]

[interposing voices]

[ding]

Hello.

Hello!

[clocks ticking]

[bark]

[whimpering]

[speaking french]

[speaking french]?

[whimper]

[tapping]

[sigh]

[dog whimpering]

Hello.

[dog whimpering]

Hello.

[sniff]

[dog whimpering]

[gasp]

Where I've been.

Eddie, Eddie, what did I tell you

about working with [inaudible]?

Lacey, Cynthia.

[inaudible]

This is ridiculous.

Look, I have a show to go to, and it's already started.

DETECTIVE LEE: We are aware of your opening, Mr. Stuart.

DETECTIVE SWEENEY: We checked on this Claire Beaucage

with the Montreal Police.

She was in juvenile.

Then there's a bunch of charges for theft under $1,000.

One for B&E. That one was suspended.

Mostly they know her as an informant.

Not long ago she walks in and tells them

she knows a bunch of dealers selling heroin

out of the back of some dive.

She's mad, and she wants to rat them out.

She did that?

Yeah, and everyone lives happily ever after.

Except that they don't.

Last night someone torched this girl's apartment.

She'd ratted out an ex, and he knew where to find her.

She wasn't in it at the time, lucky for her.

These people don't kid around, Mr. Stuart.

Look, I met her at a bar.

I took a few pictures of her, and that's it.

I've done it a million times.

Do tell.

DETECTIVE LEE: I bet she hates that, having her picture taken.

Doesn't she?

Yeah, she don't like it very much.

How'd you get that?

She, um, reminds me of somebody I used to know.

That's how.

Would she have, uh, any reason to come to you?

Any reason at all?

Come back to Toronto--

[french]-- with me.

[speaking french]

[laughing] [speaking french]

[sirens]

[kissing]

[grunting]

[dog barking]

[crying]

[scream]

[bang]

[crying]

[dog whimpering]

[speaking french].

[crying]

[sniff]

[speaking french]

[dog whimpering]

It's a big help that you called it in.

DETECTIVE SWEENEY: You get idea where she was headed?

I don't know.

Train.

She won't speak the English.

Quebec, that's what.

There a reward?

She left me $15 on the meter.

I thought you said you just took her for a few blocks.

I said that?

Oh, Lee.

Want her jacket?

Hey, that's withholding evidence.

I can bust your ass.

I'm giving it to you now.

[slam]

What is it?

It's in French.

What's it say?

It's signed, Claire.

Train station.

Now we're on to something.

[music playing]

I don't want to hear one more word about her.

Cynth, do you want to talk about this?

Not one more word.

[sigh]

100.

This real?

Sure.

What the fuck?

$50.

[dog whimpering]

Want to come to a party?

[laughing]

[bark]

[speaking french]

[dog whimpering]

[whine]

[speaking french]

[dog whimpering]

[sigh]

STATION ATTENDANT: Hi, can I help you?

LILY: Oh, I'm in a bit of a hurry.

Can I get to the subway from here?

STATION ATTENDANT: Go right down here.

Hang a right again, and it's straight ahead.

All right?

LILY: Yeah, uh, this way?

STATION ATTENDANT: Yeah.

Just [inaudible] right there.

[click]

[interposing voices]

Headed back to Montreal, Cinderella?

[speaking french]

Do not fuck with me.

Come on.

Where is it?

[ANGRILY] Where is it?

Shit!

That's her.

That's her!

[YELLING] Police!

Don't move!

[speaking french]

Police!

Stop!

[interposing voices]

Police!

Move!

Move! Police!

Move!

[panting]

[gasp]

[panting]

[train roaring]

[yelling]

Hey!

What?

[inaudible].

[panting]

[interposing voices]

[laughing]

Gets my pulse going.

[laughing]

Can I talk to you over here for a second, please?

Billy, hello. They're just marvelous.

So sensual.

[laughing]

Excuse me.

Billy?

Every single person here is here because

of that murder business.

No such thing as bad publicity.

This place will be packed for weeks.

I bet we'll every single one.

[click]

[interposing voices]

Billy, I'm trying to make a living here.

[sigh]

I don't know how much longer I can stand this.

Mm.

Do you know what time it's getting to be?

Time?

I find art so tiresome.

You?

Well, I do tonight.

[clacking heels]

[music playing]

Claire!

[yelling]

[music playing]

[rattling keys]

[bang]

[clanking glass]

Are you fucking kidding me?

[bang] Oh, my God.

[bang]

[crash]

[SCREAMING] Come on!

[piano banging]

[crash]

[sigh]

[music playing]

[squeal]

[click]

[laughing]

Hey, what happened to Cynthia?

Have you seen her?

Um, not in a while.

Excuse me.

She was pretty deep into the champagne though.

I don't know, Billy, call her cell.

Yeah, I know.

Getting a lot of offers from this thing.

[click]

[interposing voices]

[dial tone]

[dialing]

[phone ringing]

[phone ringing]

[grunt]

Ah!

[thud]

[phone ringing]

[truck rumble]

[squeal]

Lily, it-- it's Cynthia from upstairs, number three.

Lily?

Hello.

Lily.

Lily, hello.

Lily. LILY: What is it?

I'm sleeping.

Lily, Lily, Lily, it-- it's just--

just that I know what's going on, and I can help you.

Will-- will you open the door?

[rumble]

Lily.

[bang]

[slam]

[heavy breathing]

You planning on going somewhere?

Sit.

Stay.

I suggest if you plan on using that you do it now.

Get it over with.

No one else lives in this shit pit.

No one's going to hear a shot.

Look I mean, you're a smart girl.

You've been thinking it through, right?

You shot a gun before, right?

What if you miss?

How's The recoil on that gun?

Do you even know what a recoil is?

Is that fucking thing even fucking loaded?

I'm guessing what you did with poor Eddie

isn't sitting so well with you.

You don't want anybody else to get hurt.

It's too bad you didn't get a little practice try.

It's a one-shot kind of a thing that you

can't afford to miss, say.

[piano keys banging]

[sigh]

Ha-ha-ha.

[laughing]

[snicker]

Women, fuck.

[rattle]

[clank]

[rattle]

[ah]

PATRICIA: Billy.

She isn't coming.

Oh, she probably just got tired of not

being the center of attention--

went off to get a drink somewhere.

I didn't mean Cynthia.

[knocking]

Well, well, well, the ghost at the feast.

So you two ladies must be what?

Partners?

I have no idea who she is?

Will you say that's accurate?

Hm?

Uh.

Eh.

I don't think she speaks English.

No?

No English.

You don't have the slightest idea of what's going on,

do you?

Mm.

Oh, I think she does.

I think she does.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

[yelling]

[crying]

[CRYING] Oh, no.

Where [inaudible]?

Shut up.

Shut up.

[crying]

Shut up.

[gunshot]

[gasp]

[bang]

[click]

I suggest if you're going to use that you should do it now.

Get it over with.

You ever shoot a gun before?

What if you miss?

I mean, you're a smart girl.

You're thinking it through.

[gunshot]

[gasp]

[music playing]

[crying]

[music playing]

[grunting]

[bang]

[music playing]

[grunting]

[dial tone]

[dialing]

Claire.

Billy?

Where are you going to go?

Who?

[sirens]

[engine cranking]

[sirens]

CLAIRE [VOICEOVER]: [speaking french]

[record scratching]

[music playing]

[splash]

[music playing]

[click]

[music playing]