All language subtitles for The Poison (1986)

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

Constables Turner, Davies,
Cunningham and O'Connell,

report to the station
office immediately.

Detective Sergeant Jessard, report to
the detective chief inspector's office.

The detective constable on standby,
report to Detective Inspector Cameron.

Constables Turner, Davies, Cunningham
and O'Connell, report to the station office.

Sergeant.

Here.

- See you. Bye!
- Bye.

Waste of time keeping them out here.

They wouldn't know Christmas
from Pancake Tuesday.

Maybe it frightens him,
knowing we're here.

We've got him so frightened!
Bloody paralytic.

How many kids has he had?
Three of them, and not a bloody smell.

We've got the bugger so frightened,
he'll make it four before the week's out.

I had a chat with Kenny James.

Waste of time talking to Kenny.
It's not his line of country, young kids.

Flashes a bit maybe. Having them off?
Never in a million years.

- It doesn't hurt, talking to him.
- You must be bloody desperate.

- On the house, Mr Johnson.
- We'll pay.

My turn.

- It's a while since I saw Kenny.
- He's been away.

- Not bloody long enough.
- Sergeant.

- Yes, lad. What is it?
- There's another kiddie missing.

He's so bloody frightened!

Most days, the girl walks
home across this common.

Seems likely she did today.
No reason why she shouldn't.

- No reason we know about.
- The parents are not able to help.

Where were they when she left school?

She left school with
two of her friends.

- They went home with their mothers.
- Never bloody learn.

- Janie walked towards the common.
- Nobody tried to stop her?

- "Come home with us"?
- Can we get on with this?

- The longer we stay here talking...
- Do we know what she looks like?

Frank, doesn't she look like the
Corder kid, the first one he got hold of?

- I don't think so.
- Looks to me like they could be sisters.

She was an only child.
Spent a lot of time on her own.

- Too bloody much.
- Any questions?

Right, let's get on.

All right.

It's all right.
I don't want to hurt you.

Over here!

No, no.

No! Go away!

No!

- It's all right.
- No!

No, no, no. Janie.

Janie, don't. It's all right.

No, Janie. Please, no. No. No, no.

Janie.

Yes. No, no, no, no.

All right.

That's it.

All right?

Make a way, men.

Make a line, men. Stand back.

Johnny!

No, no, no!

OK. OK. OK.

No! No. No, please.

No! No!

- Where are you going?
- Maybe she'll talk.

She's in no state!

Once they get her into hospital,
you won't get near her.

Wait for me.
I'll send someone with you.

Policewoman, would you go along?

Don't, please! No. You won't hurt me?

I won't hurt you, Janie.
I don't want to hurt you.

Well, it does hurt.

It does hurt!

Do you have to? Can't you wait?
Give us a chance.

Sergeant, Mr Lawson says you
should get back to the station.

- He wants to see you.
- The kid is here.

...go immediately to the
incident control room.

Constables on standby,
go to the parade room...

Well, this man approached the girl.
He seemed to be a long way away.

And then...

What's this? You saw
the girl with this man?

- That's right...
- When did you see them?

- Tea time...
- Bloody hours ago!

- The chief inspector's waiting!
- Where the hell have you been?

- "Where the hell have you been?"
- Does she expect a reward?

Coming in here bloody hours late!

- Can she tell us what he looks like?
- Not exactly, no.

- Bloody good sort of lead!
- Hey!

What?

Next.

All right. Is she gonna come up
with something better than this?

It doesn't look very promising, sir.

Any luck with the girl at the hospital,
Sergeant Johnson?

No, sir.

The coat is the best lead.
Puts him up a peg.

You won't find your average layabout
in a coat like she's describing.

No, sir. You won't.

- Put you in mind of somebody?
- No, sir. Not immediately.

That's not like you. Usually rely
on you to come up with something.

Like you say, it's a whole different
kind of fella we've been looking for.

You've no business looking out for some
particular kind of fella. You know that.

You have to reckon it could be anybody
until we know for certain who it is.

Tonight I want you out, all of you,

talking to every likely villain
you can lay your hands on.

People you've already talked to,
talk to them again.

Find yourselves some new faces.

He's out in the open.
He's taking chances.

We'll get him. It's a matter of time.

- Mr Cameron.
- Sir?

- I'm going to the hospital. Keep in touch.
- Right.

I want this bugger now,

before he takes some other kid into
the woods and cuts her throat,

like some sort of bloody encore.

OK, sonny.

Billy?

Hang about.

I've been talking to some
people who know you, Billy.

Asking a couple of questions.

You've moved, Billy, haven't you?

I don't know what
you mean, Mr Johnson.

Well, the last time we talked,
didn't you tell me York Street,

you were living on York Street?

- Did I?
- You know bloody well you did.

- Give us a chip.
- I'm taking them home.

Surely you can spare
a couple of chips?!

C-couldn't we get into your car?
If my friends see me...

You've...

got no bloody friends.

Look at that.

Everything all right, sir?

Anything I can do to help?

What is it? What's the matter?

This way, sir.

- How does it look?
- I wouldn't bet on it.

- You wouldn't bet on bloody God.
- Not a betting man.

- Cheerful, aren't you?!
- One of my lads brought him in.

Now, I'm just trying to help you.

You say that you were at the cinema.
You know what time the cinema closes.

- Is it him?
- I don't know. Seems likely it is.

- Bloody Cameron. Have you had a go?
- He's saying nothing.

Barely told us his name -
Kenneth Baxter.

- Do we know him?
- No.

- I'll have a go.
- Cameron was asking where were you.

Tell us what you
were doing, walking...

Baxter, you have to admit,
it looks a bit odd in the circumstances.

- The constable finding you...
- We're trying to be fair.

If you won't help us,
won't even try...

I... I don't know how I'm
supposed to help you, sir.

I don't even know what
all this is about.

- You bloody know, Baxter.
- No, no. I don't know.

Please, you have to believe me.

I... I don't know.

I don't know. I don't know.

We'll wait for the chief inspector.

Maybe he can make you understand,
it does no good refusing to talk.

I've told you. I haven't refused.
I've answered your questions.

You won't listen.

How can I help if you
won't even listen? Huh?

Why... Why won't they listen?

- Are you married?
- Yeah. Yes.

- Got any children?
- Yes.

They'll be worrying -
why aren't you home yet?

- Is it him?
- 60-40 is my bet. Frank?

- Hundred bloody per cent.
- What do you say?

- It seems likely.
- That's him.

Come on, Johnny. You can't know.

I bloody know.

Time was, I'd take your word.
Just now, don't know.

Even you can make mistakes these days.
We'll leave him sweat.

Sweating! He's not sweating.

Laughing! That's him.
Bloody laughing!

- Off you go.
- Sir...

Off you go! I'll take responsibility.

- Brought you a cup of tea.
- I've got nothing to say.

Thought you might be feeling thirsty.

- I won't talk to anybody.
- You don't have to talk. Not to me.

Just thought you might
fancy a cup of tea.

You've no right keeping
me here, no right at all.

People talking to you,
worrying at you.

- Just leave me alone.
- All the time, questions.

- Please, let me sit here?
- Bearing down on you.

- I've got nothing more to say.
- Leaves the throat a bit dry.

Go away, please. Leave me alone.

We can't leave you alone, can we?

Thank you, Sergeant.

- I'd be grateful...
- Cameron, I want to talk to you.

I'll call you back.

I'll read you, Baxter,
like an open book.

I'll read you page by page.

It's here. It's written in your face.

Lines, shadows,
marks on your immortal soul.

Your eyes?

I'll look into your eyes and tell you
everything about Kenneth Baxter.

He didn't say anything, sir,
as long as I was with him.

- He's said precious little since.
- You talked to him?

- Yes, I did.
- Couldn't wait.

- All right, Garrett. Good work.
- Thank you, sir.

- Thought you'd get a quick confession.
- I thought it best. Keep him warm.

If he's the bugger we're after,
he's warm enough. Who else had a go?

- Frank was with me.
- Oh, Jessard. Where was Johnny?

He came in a bit later.

A regular tea party! Did you send
out invitations? Come one, come all?

What sort of an inquiry is this?
It's bloody serious.

- Yes. Yes, of course.
- I'm beginning to bloody wonder.

- Who's with him now?
- No one.

Vaughan, keeping an eye on him.
I've told him not to talk to him.

I hope he takes note.

- You want to charge him?
- No. I'd rather, you know, wait.

We have to charge him now or let
him go. Do you want to let him go?

- No.
- Well, make up your bloody mind!

- Has he talked to his solicitor?
- No.

- He knows he can.
- He's been cautioned.

We'll leave him to think for half
an hour, then I'll have a go.

If he doesn't cough and he has got
a solicitor, we'll have to let him go.

We can't keep him sitting
there all night, can we?

You sad sorry little man.

I'm not playing games
with you, Baxter.

I'm not playing games.

Now, you were seen with the girl,
Janie Edmonds, this afternoon.

The other children...

In the morning we'll talk to the other
children concerned in the attacks.

They all described the man clearly.

Quite clearly.

Go on!

Right couple 'ere.
Found them on the common.

- Garrett, you still here?
- Talking to Mr Lawson.

You've got early turn. Get home, lad.
You're no good to us half asleep.

Knocking this fella off?
Ought to be good for a commendation.

If it's the right fella, and they remember
who brought him in. Don't bet on it.

Your names, please...

- Please give your location, over.
- The north side of the square.

No, no! For Christ's sake!

Stand on your own bloody feet.

If I let you go, you'll find yourself
flat on your bloody back!

Bit of a bloody change...
flat on your back!

It's all right.

Get an ambulance.

...Davies, Cunningham and O'Connell,
report to the station office.

Detective Sergeant Jessard, report to
the detective chief inspector's office.

The detective constable on standby,
report to Detective Inspector Cameron.

Constables Turner, Davies...

Sergeant Johnson?

Come along.

- I'll type up my report.
- There's no need.

- It's easily read.
- I'll type it.

There's no way you can keep
him alive by writing about it.

If he's going to die...

Sergeant Johnson,
you are suspended from duty.

Any such period of
suspension may be reckoned

in calculating your
entitlement to pension.

Let me have your warrant card.

- Go to your home now and remain there.
- Sir.

Report back here,
ten o'clock tomorrow morning.

Thank you, Mr Cameron.
I'll take that.

That's all.

Johnny!

What are you doing?

Johnny!

I had an accident.
Broke your bloody china lady.

- You're drunk.
- Not yet.

- I don't know why you come home.
- I keep trying.

- I'll let you get on with it.
- Why don't you stop?!

Will you leave the bloody coat?!

It's possible, see, just possible
that I've killed a man tonight.

Frank's gone with him to the hospital.
You know Frank, Frank Jessard?

- Yes.
- Somebody had to go with the bloke.

Frank went.

Who is he?

He'll be all right.

- I hardly touched him.
- Johnny!

You look such a mess, you know that?
Such a bloody mess!

- Look at you! What happened to you?
- What?

You never used to be a mess.
You didn't used to wear...

- It's warm.
- It bloody well should be.

Looks like an electric blanket tied
with rope. Do something about it!

A bloody mess!

You're no bloody oil
painting yourself!

No, I'm not.

- Tell me about it.
- He got what he deserved.

What did you do?

I hit him. I don't deny it.

Something they all understand,
sweetie, pain.

I've seen it. I know.

You can't talk to them.
They laugh in your face.

I mean, what are they?
Little better than animals.

Any man would understand pain.

- You hurt them, they'll tell you anything.
- Johnny, for pity's sake!

I know.

You... didn't kill him?

Well, he's in the hospital.

- Johnny, love. Don't!
- He had another kiddie, just today.

- Oh, no.
- Janie.

Her name's Janie.

Janie what?

Edmonds. You know her?

No.

She was almost naked
when I found her.

- Did he...?
- Oh, yes.

She's in the hospital...
the same hospital.

- She'll be all right?
- She'll be all right?

Janie will be all right.
She'll be fine. Right as ninepence.

In a couple of days you won't know
the difference. As good as new.

Isn't that something
to be grateful for?

Just, she isn't new, good as new.
She can't be, not again.

He's... He's been there.
He's had her.

- What's the matter?
- She's alive.

But she could be dead.
I've seen them dead.

Remember? The bloke nearly tore
her in half. What was her name?

Dark hair.

I can see her and I can't...

I can't keep everything here.

All the...

all the people,
the things and the death.

Bodies.

Stinking, swollen, black, putrid,
and the smell of death.

White, shattered, splintered bones.

Filthy, swarming, slimy maggots.

In my mind.

Eating my mind.

It's not possible.

Not on my own.

You don't... have to.

Johnny, you're not on your own.

I'm... here.

Please, let me.
I can help. Talk to me.

- I don't want to.
- You must talk to someone, if it'll help.

Why aren't you beautiful?

You're not even pretty.

I never was.

When we got married?

Oh, you said I...

I hoped, for your sake.
I didn't really think so.

Why? Is it important? Would it help?

I wanted something.
I don't know, I...

thought there would be, or should be,
something more, you know?

- Oh, yes.
- I thought it was you.

And I'm not even pretty.

No.

I'm sorry.

The more I drink, it's funny,
the more sober I get.

- Johnny? Talk to me.
- I don't want to talk to you.

- I never have. I made a point of it.
- Who will you talk to?

- Not like some I can mention.
- You stop, you start.

- Chief inspector, for instance.
- Talk to me.

Regular black museum he's got,
in his own front living room.

- "Mementos of my famous cases."
- You shout, you scream!

- I laughed, but he meant it.
- What else is there?

We could go to bed! That's no good.
We never talk in bed.

A couple of minutes at best,
then off to sleep.

Half the time I don't think
you're there at all.

All right.

You wouldn't... choose me,

choose to talk to me,

but I'm here.

I'll listen.

I want...

Please, I want to help.

I can help.

If you could put your
hands into my mind,

hold it, make it stop.

Tell it, "Stop!"

If you could somehow
cut out the thoughts,

the pictures, the noise,

the endless screaming panic.

If you could make silence,
peace, stop.

Oh, if you could...

Talk to me.

A man without a face.

Burnt away, his face - acid.

They tied him to a chair.

He knew, they thought he knew,
something to do with money.

I don't remember.

He was in this room. He had no face.
I didn't know what to do.

I-I didn't know how to make it stop,
the pain, the screaming.

I didn't know.

Red on white... Timmy Miles.

The man had a thin willow cane,
Timmy told us, for naughty boys.

But if Timmy was a good boy,
did what the man told him to do...

Filthy, obscene things,
the man told him.

Things...

He was well spoken,
posh, Timmy thought.

Eight years old,
blue eyes, fair hair cut short.

Fresh complexion, school blazer -
badge on the breast pocket, grey.

Grey trousers, white shirt,
school tie.

Timmy was missing for three days.

The man had him for three days.

She was dead when we found her.
She was dead.

The wheels of the train had cut
one leg off above the knee.

It was still there when we
arrived, beside the line.

The girl was half a mile away.
She crawled after the train had cut...

God knows where she was going.
She didn't get there.

Of course, she wanted to die,
so that was all right.

The girl, she was dead.

She went through the windscreen.
The bloke got the steering wheel.

He was up climbing after the cat.
The railings were there when he fell.

The bloke didn't know
what he was doing.

Used too much jelly on the safe, painted
the walls with his mates and himself.

The girl was pregnant.
And she wasn't married.

Didn't have anyone,
you know, to talk to?

She went into the woods,
deep into this wood...

and hanged herself.

That was in the winter...
November, they reckon, some time.

We cut her down in March.

Running down streets, back alleys.
Standing in doorways, dark corners.

Always night, no one there.

Silent, empty, people dying.

No one. Bloody dying.

No one.

Oh, I've seen it.

Three weeks in the water.

Hung up on a branch.
Hidden under a bush.

There wasn't a lot left. You could tell
it was a baby, but not much else.

Couldn't leave it there,
leave it to rot, go on rotting.

We fished it out.

No sweat, no fuss about the job.

Finding things people have lost,
thrown away.

Sick?

Sorry, love. Sorry I did that to you.

Bloody unfair. No reason you should
have to hear things like that.

- I asked you to tell me.
- You can't tell people.

They just don't understand.

- Tonight was the first time.
- Yes, I know. I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

Don't!

Please! Don't be nice to me!

- It's my job.
- Don't push me away, shut me out!

It's a job you do on your own.

- Let me help you.
- Look, sweetie. Enough's enough.

- Just go to bed.
- Please let me help you!

Help? Help? Help?

Endless bloody bleating,
like a sheep with a spike stuck up it?!

I don't need your help.
Your help, or anyone's help!

You had your chance.
"Talk to me," you said.

All you had to do was listen.

You couldn't even do that, just hold
that bloody belly just listening.

- Unfair.
- "Talk to me," you said.

"I'll help you," you said. It's all
promises with you, bloody promises.

"I'll make you happy," you said.
You bloody didn't!

I'm here to tell you, Miss Bride
of 1956, you didn't make me happy!

You never have, never once.

If only you'd enjoyed it,
looked up at me, wanted me.

Him!

Him? Is it him you want?
Some sort of bloody pervert?

Would he make you happy?
Would you say "yes, please" to him?

Is that why he laughed?

I hope he's dead.

I wanted him dead.

I thought, "You bastard! Right!"

So I hit him low in the gut,
and he shook.

He won't do that again. He won't take
any more girls in the bushes, have them.

Looking down on their bodies,
white bodies, pressing down on them.

I thought if I had a knife, I'd cut him.
In God's holy name, I'd cut! Cut!

Can we come in?

Oh, I'm... sorry, Mrs Johnson.

I... I didn't realise.

Baxter?

He died in hospital.

You'll have to come
back to the station.

Now.

Right away.

Yes.

Can I...? Have I time?

Yes. All right.

You'd better sit down.
Might have to wait a while.

Yes. Probably going to Beckenham
with a prisoner, over.

Romeo Zero, are you receiving?

The other unit, repeat.

Detective Superintendent Cartwright.

Detective Sergeant Johnson.

Sit down. Sit down.

Have we ever worked
together, Johnson?

No, sir. Not directly.

- How do you mean?
- I was on the McKinlock murder inquiry.

Oh, yes. Of course. I remember.

I was on door-to-door.
You were in charge of my section.

Thought I knew the face.
Couldn't remember the name.

- Well, you know what this is all about.
- Yes, sir.

The deputy chief constable has instructed
me to conduct an inquiry into...

There's no necessity, man. Sit down.

...an inquiry into the events
and death of Kenneth Baxter.

How would you like to start? Tell me
how it happened in your own words?

- As much as you can remember.
- You know what happened.

- I want you to tell me.
- You've been told. They've told you.

I read the report.

You want to compare
what I've got to say?

I don't like this, Johnson,
any more than you do.

I don't like it.

All I'm interested in now
is a preliminary talk,

fill in some of the background.

We'll keep no record of anything
said, unless you feel...

- No, sir.
- I have to listen to your story.

- I'm sorry.
- There's no necessity to apologise.

- I'm sorry you have to listen.
- All right, let's have it difficult.

- Makes no difference to me.
- Well, it is difficult.

Sir!

It is difficult, sir.

Yes, sir.

I have to find out what happened.

I've no opinion. It's just, I have
to find something like the truth.

- I'll tell you the truth.
- What you tell me is the truth.

In this case, the only truth.

You talked to Baxter.
What did you hope to achieve?

I thought talking, him and I alone together,
I thought I might reach him.

- Anyone else talk to him?
- They got nothing.

The more people talked, the more
time went by, the happier he got.

The inspector wanted to leave
him on his own to think.

- You didn't agree?
- He wanted to be left alone.

In your opinion.

You meet him, Baxter,
he's normal enough.

Seems normal enough.

You wouldn't think twice -
solid, respectable.

People know him, like him.

Inside that man, the man laughing
at you, inside is the other man.

The man who fancies schoolgirls.
Right? One hundred per cent right.

When we brought him in, he was covered
in mud. Blood on his trousers. His hands...

His mind was crawling
with pictures of that girl.

All he could see, her naked
body covered in mud.

- I got a hold of him.
- Think what you're saying, man.

Think about it.

I understand your feelings,
case like this.

Sit down, man.

Sit down.

- I don't smoke.
- Wise, very wise. Filthy habit.

Did you say how long you've served?

20 years, sir, almost to the day.

Made detective sergeant
ten years ago.

- First likely candidate Baxter.
- Yes, sir.

Pretty pleased when
you pulled him in.

Evidence, identification, confession,
everyone goes home laughing.

Everyone except Baxter.

Difficult beggar.

- Didn't bother me.
- Something bothers you.

- What?
- Something about Baxter.

No.

- Pretty sure he was the man?
- Yes.

- Instinct?
- I've seen his sort before.

No, not Baxter.

You've never had Baxter in before.

No.

- Any past history?
- Not that I know.

- Has it been checked?
- Nothing around here.

Nothing anywhere.

You know so bloody much,
what's the point in asking me?

Have you worked on cases
like this one before?

Hundred, two hundred.

- What's special about this one?
- Special? Nothing.

It's about a man attacking children.

Girls.

Opening their bodies.

Savaging them.

Virgin blood. Making them stink!

Nothing!

You've read the report!

Yes, I've read the report.

Read worse things, too.

Seen them.

- You don't know for certain he did it.
- He did it.

You don't know! I am not
going to argue with you.

- You can't know.
- I talked to him.

- You were there?
- There was blood on his clothes.

- Even so, unless you saw him...
- His hands were covered in mud.

...watched him assault the girl,
criminally assault...

Yes! All right!

No!

You can't know, in the
sense we use the word.

Forget that and where are you?

What's to stop you
knowing I raped the girl?

What's to stop me knowing you
deliberately, unlawfully and maliciously

beat Kenneth Baxter to death?

No, I didn't. I mean,
I was talking to him.

Nothing.

You haven't listened.

- You can't just walk out.
- Walk out?

- Not listen.
- I'm going nowhere.

- There is more.
- I hope so.

What you've told me so far
doesn't make much of a story.

What's happening to me?

In God's holy name.

I can see...
All I can see are pictures.

In my mind, crowding, ten bloody
million pictures, you know?

Don't you know?

I try to stop them,
keep them somewhere,

in the dark, at the back of my mind.

They won't rest, leave me rest.

All I can see, looking down,

a body, whiteness.

White body.

And him.

Pushing himself, forcing himself.

She screams and screams.

Pressing down on her,

tearing into her screaming.

I can see her hands...

reach up, clutch at his eyes.

I can see...

All I can see...

Johnson?

If I were blind, deaf...

I couldn't think.

Come on, man. Pull yourself together.

- Sorry. Sorry, sir.
- Well, there's no necessity.

Things I can't say.

Don't have the words, right words.

Have to find the right bloody words.

Have to tell someone.

Listen...

I think I can tell you.

When I... When I hit him...

- Let go! Let go!
- No, listen!

What are you trying to do?
Burnt my bloody hand.

Are you all right, Johnson?
Huh? Give you a hand.

I'm all right.

- Sorry about that.
- My fault.

- Burnt my hand.
- Must've hurt.

Well, yes. As a matter
of fact, it did.

Doesn't do, brooding on...
well, things like that.

- You can't spend your life...
- How do you stop?

- Keep some part of yourself separate.
- Don't take them home with you?

End of the day, shut them away,
lock the drawer.

- The day never bloody ends.
- You've got to accept you're two people.

- You're lucky, aren't you?
- A police officer.

- Bloody lucky.
- And the bloke you are off duty.

- With your wife, your kids.
- That's how you do it.

- Everyone finds their own way.
- Because you're lucky.

Or is it because you don't have to dig
them out of their dirt graves any more?

Send your inspector, your sergeant,
just don't go yourself.

That's enough, Johnson.
That's more than enough.

Who do you bloody think you are?

I've been soft with you, but there's
a limit, and you just got there.

You're the only one gets
the dirty jobs, are you?

You get special privilege because you
get your share of blood on the walls?

No bloody more than anyone else!

I don't know what went on in that room.
I come here and I want to be fair.

- In God's holy name.
- From the bloody word go!

You don't wanna be fair.
I know what you want.

- Shout and swear from the word go!
- Least said, soonest mended.

You won't help me.
Won't help your bloody self either.

- No one will help me!
- Shut up!

Bloody shut up and listen to me.

You want everyone to carry on the
way you do, I'll bully you bloody sick.

You think you're a hard case?

I was shouting and swearing when you
still wet your bed. I'm not proud of it.

I don't look back and think whatever
it is you think, shouting at me.

I don't have to impress people,
shouting, I've got the rank.

If I want to bully some bloke,
I tell him I'm detective superintendent.

That frightens him. He knows the sort
of man is made detective superintendent.

The man that stays detective sergeant,
running errands, shouting, swearing,

you know that sort of man, Johnson.
You've seen him. You.

Detective sergeant all your life.

One thing... You're right about
one thing. I don't want to be fair.

I came here because I was told to come.
I was told I had to talk to you.

I don't want to talk to you. I don't
want to waste ten seconds on you.

It makes me sick, Johnson,
what you did.

What you are turns my stomach.

Going to help me?

Something like this, I know
it happens. We all know.

Help me.

I'll talk to them.

- You will?
- Can't promise anything.

You'll make him understand?

I can't promise they'll listen.

Make him forgive?

No reason why they should.

Sorry I burnt your hand.

- There's no necessity...
- None at all. It was your own fault.

All the same...

I didn't tell him.

- Brought you a cup of tea.
- I got nothing to say.

You don't have to talk to me.
You don't have to talk to anyone.

Just, don't you think it would
help matters if you did?

- No.
- I don't want the story of your life.

- God, I've got troubles of my own.
- I've told you...

Just one thing. Where did you go
at 3.30 when you left your office?

What did you do till we
picked you up at 10.30?

And how did you find yourself wandering
around town at that time of night?

That's three things, I suppose.

Really all part of the one thing.

What happened to you this afternoon?

I can guess.

I've been in the force 20 years.

The things I've seen...

You're a married man, right?

Two children. 12, 14- how old?

Linda's 13. Marion's nearly 16 now.

- How long have you been married?
- 18 years.

That's a long time.

I've been married 16 years, myself.

What I'm saying is, you feel like a
young man inside, where it counts.

Doesn't matter what you look like.
It's what you feel, right?

One hundred per cent right.

Now, when you get into bed,

you won't feel any different
now than at, what, 25, 30?

I know I don't. Anything I
could do then, I'll do it now.

Twice over.

They're not interested.

Like they're doing you a favour.

- I'm happily... I'm very happily married.
- Of course you are.

We don't have any
problems of that kind.

No.

- Anyway, I've never thought...
- Never thought? What?

Well, that it...
that was so important.

- There are other things in life.
- Yes.

My wife and I agreed
a long time ago...

14 years ago. You did say
that your youngest was 13.

I don't see what all this
has got to do with it.

What do you do with it?

- Do with what?
- You still fancy a bit.

- I don't understand.
- You've given it up?

- I hear the words but...
- You're not getting it at home.

Have you got a mistress,
a fancy woman, a tart

that gives you a cut
rate for regular visits?

- You think you can get away with this...
- Know, Baxter.

- Bloody know.
- When my solicitor gets here...

Talk for yourself, can't you?
Hiding behind some bloody solicitor.

- What are you frightened of?
- You.

- You've cause enough.
- Yes.

- Tell me about your wife.
- No.

- What sort of woman is she? Past it?
- I won't discuss my wife.

- She's got nothing to do with this.
- Sends you off to bed with a good book?

- Nice hot cup of cocoa...
- I shall report you.

I know the sort of
book you read in bed.

Shut up, for God's sake, will you?

What happened to you?

- You should sit down.
- Take your hands, damn you!

What is it, Baxter,
about people touching you?

Makes you feel what? Dirty? Unclean?

How do you think they feel?

- I won't stay here a minute longer.
- Yes. Oh, yes, you will.

If I want to touch you,
I'll touch you.

We're getting on.
We're making progress.

I'm beginning to know you.

Soon, I'll know what you're thinking.

I'll read you, Baxter,
like an open book.

I'll read you page by page.

It's here. It's written in your face.

Lines and shadows,
marks on your immortal soul.

Your eyes?

I'll look into your eyes and I'll tell
everything about Kenneth Baxter.

I'm watching you, searching you?

My hands, well, they're all over you,
reaching into your secrets.

My fingers, probing.
My eyes, feeling.

I can tell when you sweat.

I can tell when you shiver.

You're sweating now.

I'm going to make you
see what you've done.

I'm going to make you feel
like that little child felt you.

I'm going to make you feel... pain.

You have to feel pain,
pain like she felt, to understand.

To know, yes, to know
what you've done.

Pain!

- Get up.
- Look at it! My hand!

- In God's holy name.
- You've broken it.

Nothing's broken, if that's
what you're worrying about.

- Mad, I think you must be!
- You're the one who's mad, Baxter.

You won't find me chasing girls,
ripping their clothes off.

You won't find me following girls home.
"I've got something to show you."

I know you.

Can't get enough at home.
Don't know what to do with it.

Look at your secretary, think about her:
What would she look like stripped off?

You've got money!
Easy when you've got money.

You, I want you. Come here.
Cash on delivery.

But will you bring it off?

Will you see something in her eyes
that says, "I'll remember you"?

Suppose she just looks at you.

And it's just one face,

one more face in ten million others.

Suppose she doesn't even see you!

You sad sorry little man.

I want to speak to
your superior officer.

- You hear what I say?
- The chief inspector is at the hospital.

- I'll speak to the inspector.
- Stay where you are.

- Don't come near me.
- You think you're getting away with this.

- No, no. Please, no. Don't you...
- You think you're so bloody clever.

A man like you,
you make me feel sick.

I'm frightened. Yes, I'm fri...

I'm frightened of you, is that...?

You walk in here like you own the
bloody world, laying down the law.

- You want this, you want that.
- I'll tell you anything.

Walking out again? Different then.

Will I walk out of here?
Will you let me?

In here, in a room like this room,

you find something about yourself.

You won't let me.

Something like the truth.

All my life, men like you!

- Men!
- I want you to show me the truth.

Men! Women! Boys!

I want you to tell me you're wrong.
"I've done wrong."

God will punish me?

I've gone all my life,
waiting for God to punish me.

Before you leave this room, Baxter,
you'll be begging me to listen.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Yes.

They always go... Thank you.

They always go away, you know.

They always go away.
Ask them and ask them, you know.

Please? Please.

There's something they have
to do, they have to think...

And then,

alone.

Alone.

I've been alone most of my life.
Does that sound strange?

I've got so many friends, you know.

Somehow, I collect friends. People I've
known since school, I still know them.

I didn't like some of them when
I was at school. That's strange.

- People change when they grow up.
- I don't think so.

Those boys, the men I didn't like,
they haven't changed.

One used to bully me. Going to school,
I'd think, "Ooh, he'll be there."

"He'll make me..." The sort of
things they always make you do.

Fetch them milk. Do their homework.
Eat their pudding.

I was sick on the pavement,
I was so afraid.

When we... When we went to play games,
he used to watch me changing.

In the showers,
he used to look at me.

He wasn't... you know. I wasn't.

Just, he looked at me like,
"You haven't got much to boast about."

- You still see him?
- Every so often.

They have dinner with us. He hasn't done
all that well. Hasn't done as well as I have.

One... One thing I didn't
know when I was at school.

Letting him bully me,
make me fetch and carry for him,

shout at me, laugh,
all made it so he needed me.

I... I hated... I hated him.

But he needed me.

He gave me something. He didn't know
he was giving. He thought he had me.

And all the time I was having him.
Don't you think that's strange?

Are you still having him?

I'm still making him pay for every drop
of sweat, every tear, every breath,

and he still doesn't know.

- That gives you pleasure?
- Why not? He had his pleasure then.

- Are there many others?
- Yeah.

Anyone big enough to frighten me,

stupid enough to try.

Was your father a big man?

No, no. Really, no.

- I'm... I'm sorry.
- What's so funny?

No, no, no. Nothing.

Nothing, no, no.

Something's bloody funny. It's the
first time I've seen you laugh tonight.

Don't... No, no,
don't hit me, will you?

You think you're having me?

"Was your father a big man?"

Yes, Doctor. My father
was a big, stupid man.

My mother dug his grave,
dug it deep, and pushed him into it.

What am I laughing at?

You!

You're pathetic!

I'll pull your head
off your shoulders.

I'll break your legs in half.

Before you shout, think.

Who is there? Who's gonna come?
Who's gonna help?

Your wife? After we tell
her what you've done?

Your children?
Children like Janie Edmonds?

Your friends? What friends?

After they read in the papers
the sort of animal you are.

No one will hear.

No one will come. No one will care.

You and me in all the world.

Let go of me.

You and me. You and me. You and me.

You and me, I know.

You, you, you.

You, I know you! And I will have you.

- I'll kill you.
- Yes, I know.

Something. You have to do something.

You filthy bloody little pervert.

- Takes one to know one.
- What will you do with that?

Don't know. Seems like a
good idea, holding on to it.

Right. All right.

Don't want to make it easy.
You wouldn't like that.

- One way or the other.
- The other, any time.

- Funny bloody man.
- I love you, too.

Young lad can get hurt,
playing silly games like that.

What would you do then? Means a lot
to you. You talk about nothing else.

Like Confucius said...

- No more bloody jokes.
- "Lie back and enjoy it."

- Listen!
- You don't even know.

- One last time.
- What a mess you must be.

- Where were you this afternoon?
- I went to the bloody pictures.

Make up your mind!
Like a bloody yo-yo, up and down!

Tell me, Baxter!

Nothing I have done can be one half
as bad as the thoughts in your head.

I wouldn't have your thoughts.

Don't beat me for thoughts in
your head, things you want to do.

I don't have to tell you anything.

You know exactly what it's like.

There's nothing I can say
you haven't imagined.

One day...

Oh, you've found it,
haven't you? Huh?

Something like the truth?

Does it surprise you?
Does it shock you?

It's there in everyone. You must
know that better than anyone.

Surely you know, don't you?

Of course.

You think just everyone else, not you.
Being a policeman, you have to.

20 years thinking you're
different must be a habit.

"Thank God I'm not as other men!"

It's... It's difficult.
It's dangerous.

Cos you're just the same, you see.

Some of you, one hell of a lot worse.

You, for instance.

Come here.

Oh, no, thanks.

Come here.

Thoughts in my head.

Now, don't...
You won't hurt me, please?

You know.

I thought, me and no one else.

Help me, if you can.

If you know, and you can tell me.

Please.

Hasn't always been like now,
like it is all the time.

I can't think,

can't stop thinking.

Is it... like that?

Is it the same for you? Is your
mind full of things all the time?

Thoughts.

Pictures.

Shadows and darkness.

White... Smooth white legs.

Thighs and breasts.

Blood and pain.

You're hurting me.

Help me.

You're hurting me.

Help me!

Help your bloody self, will you?

No! Don't! For Christ's sake!

Every single thing I've ever felt,

wanted to feel,

in one moment.

Hitting him.

I had to hit him again.

Somehow I...
I didn't have any choice.

I wanted what he could give me,

sitting there, letting me hit him.

I wanted that.

He knew.

He was saying, like, "Welcome home."

I had to kill him.

Get an ambulance.

Oh, God!

Oh, my God!

¡Daniel!

¡Daniel!

God, I have to see him.

I have to go to him.

¡Raymond! Raymond...

Awake!

Oh, I just will not touch me.

Skin! It's like skin.

I'm like an animal.

No ... And even if Raymond had awakened,

anyway I would have gone.

Sometimes flying is an instinct.

I will not feel guilty.

There is!

You really are asleep or is afraid to see me go?

Well, now you hear me!

What site did you bring me, Raymond?

Only cemeteries and military camps.

Almost a million died here.

This place reeks of old wars. And why did they die?

They put the names of soldiers streets. At least in Switzerland there is only one,

a general. Well, I do not remember his name.

Another cemetery but all the dead are buried.

> Why do not they rebel? At least the young!

Rebellion is the only thing that keeps you alive.

Damn, I did not bring money and forgot my watch.

Well, this will suffice for a drink in Germany.

¡Calla!

Full, please! Super!

Full tank ...

- Do you have a long trip? - Quite.

You know who I am, right?

My husband is a teacher, Raymond Nase.

I forgot the money.

Would you please ask him on the way to school? He will pay you.

Well dressed more like a race car driver.

But I know this bike. No two are alike in this part of the world.

It's a beast of milk.

You should use her husband would come before school

and the children do not make fun of him so much.

It's my motorbike. No one else will ever wear.

Yes, Daniel. I will check the tire pressure.

Check the tires, please. 28 back, 26 front.

36 front.

38 behind.

Her husband is a very generous man.

Motherfucker lucky!

Her husband is a very generous man.

Raymond use my bike, who dares.

But of course not, it is not those who dare.

Or ask if he had to walk 150 kms.

The children do not make fun of him so much.

Why did you leave? I felt shame just to hear you tell me, Raymond.

And the Rhine is born, in fact where I come from.

Switzerland.

Why shake the arm, Phillipe? What do you want?

I go to the toilet, sir.

Okay, you can go!

Silence!

This is too much!

- Where is the radio? - We thought you liked music, sir.

- Where is? - Over there!

There! There!

Keep it off already! Already!

- I thought you liked music, sir. - That shit is not music!

Where they have hidden?

Daniel is right, of course. Always he has.

The city is dying in the suburbs.

Imagine living in a house like that. What a burden!

A slow and burdensome death.

Until I die. Being married is a little death.

To live here. Jesus! I speak as if he had married years.

And it only took two months.

It's your damn goodness what is killing me!

Look, Daniel, I can erase them like something in a book drawing.

Twist the throttle grip and I can clear this filth.

Rebecca! A high-speed a wet road

you should anticipate a kilometer ahead.

Frena carefully and tucks third before braking. Now remember!

Remember? All,

Absolutely everything.

Flying to you like those birds.

No, like a rocket, whizzing toward the sun

Are you going to scorch? I want you to burn away the.

I want it to be exactly the same, exactly like last time.

When the clock strikes 8 in Heidelberg, I'll be in your arms.

Eight. It is still too early, dammit. Are another four.

What time I left then? I must not come too soon.

I want you to wait in the summer house.

I sense that he knows I'm there. He senses his prey.

I'll stop for a while, I'll let you keep sleeping. Breakfast and coffee Finish your.

What warmth, even so soon.

Like thousands of other fingers.

I only came to life when he touches me.

I'm a bit like a leaf:

Green. Not in the normal sense. Very elastic and young.

Flexible, hardly flourishing. Young and fabulous.

There the similarity ends! I took Daniel.

And at the time I picked up, I died.

It makes me so long, so boring, dammit!

I would never have imagined that 12 days seem so long.

Oh, you have no idea how much I've bored! I have atrophied.

I like that word, is it appropriate? "Suffocated" No. atrophied.

And the bike, waiting. Almost biting the brake.

No, much more bear horse and quick, quick.

The first time I went through here, and it was so hot

the handle burned my hands despite wearing gloves. I was going to 190!

Is a woman. Today there is no distinction.

Oh yeah? I can.

You know I'm naked under this.

You could get off the rack to see if anything happened smuggling.

Passport!

I've heard of how they record.

Gosh, do not do that, you fucking idiot.

Only myself to declare.

Something to declare?

You see, what I said!

Nothing at all, sir! Nothing except myself as you can see.

And it's a pretty good, too.

Nothing?

¿Are you sure?

Teach me.

What?

The papers on his motorcycle.

All right.

You can go now.

Come back another time and give me a ride on your bike!

I promise I'll grab me strong!

Now I leave the country and entered the Raymond Daniel.

How beautiful is the country of my lover. What architecture!

Your body is like a violin in a velvet box.

¡Daniel! Oh, Daniel...

Take my skin!

Clothe yourselves like men! Take off your hair flowers!

It does not look good on you.

Poor wretches. Practically kids.

Do you have time to make love? You know it?

Have you ever were a soldier, Daniel? I imagine not taking orders from anyone.

Do not tragarías that shit waving flags.

¡Sal fast!

Burn!

- What has been, Daniel? - Moron!

Did not I mention that the clutch will not last five minutes if you treat it?

You're just presuming, that's all!

Canned mice caught in traps.

I'm trapped, I run inside my little cage.

I have to ask Daniel why the bridges always seem mousetraps.

He'll know why. If not, you invent one.

And I'll believe me. That little space at the end.

It is the escape route for now.

Imagine, once believed the trains were fast.

The funny little train chugging away red mountain.

I felt so happy for Jean and Catherine.

All had fewer complications, life could be so simple.

And I enjoyed it.

- Look how light reading! - The Symphony in B minor Schubert!

Would not it be more appropriate a thriller for a weekend ski?

Thrillers are too clever for me. I can never follow them.

You do not have a common taste for the rest?

Various.

It refers to me.

Here you go.

Thank you! Come on, honey!

- Oh, look at that, it's beautiful! - We're right here.

- See you later! - See below.

This is mine.

- A red room! Sexy! - Red danger.

Thank you!

Oh, beautiful.

- My room is next to yours. - Y...?

Do not close with key tonight!

Let's take another turn! Come on!

- Do not! I've had enough. - Okay, I'll go with you too.

- Why? Have not you having fun? - Not particularly.

Liar! You never do what you want.

You just do what you should do.

Okay, we will reach an agreement. We will give one more lap!

All right. Now at least you admit what you want to do.

But you know what you should do.

¡No!

You must tell me to shut and do what you want to do!

Oh, honey, if you were not always so reasonable,

not you take me to act like a bitch!

You should find another girlfriend, someone friendly and that was not like me!

Oh, Rebecca.

Why do you look at that man at the bar? Do you know him?

I think maybe you have seen him go to the library of my father.

Stupid! You can not put off Oscar Wilde Charlotte Bronte.

That would cause a scandal!

Where are you going then?

With Bernard Shaw and St. Augustine, of course.

Companies is curious when a man dies.

- Good Morning! - Good Morning!

She was happening and I wondered if I had arrived that copy of "African Genesis".

I do not, not, afraid not. You see, these editors are like the elderly.

They ignore writers and have no sense of urgency.

But the other day I found something that I think might interest you.

A copy of the "divinity" of Chardin.

- Editing Marseille? - Do not.

- Meet my daughter Rebecca, right? - Do not.

Oh, darling, meet Monsieur Daniel ...

Colonier.

Lausanne, teaches at Heidelberg.

And "divine love and wisdom."

Oh, I was sure I sold a copy of that last spring.

- I still have not read. - What a pity!

Anyway, winter is the season for divine wisdom.

But divine love is leg all seasons.

And I think Rebecca would not deny it.

Well, I'll go by the "Divinity".

- Here it is! - I'm looking forward to get my hands on.

- In perfect state. - Of course I'll take it.

Thank you!

An interesting, typical Swiss man.

German thought but despises exploits.

Are you crazy!

Give me mine, come on!

- You will not need yours. - So you think?

You'll be fine, honey.

Goodnight!

Good night, Raymond!

Goodnight!

I'm here.

No, it does not.

White! White to Raymond.

No I can not.

Oh, no, what's wrong with me? I can not go with it.

Rebecca.

Rebecca.

Raymond! He'll be drunk.

Raymond knew you were not.

I've never been so happy.

He did not even look back.

¡Rebecca!

¿Rebecca?

Rebecca, I am!

Come on, up! Do not you want to go skiing? It's ten o'clock.

Have you been asleep hours.

- How do you know I've been asleep? - I went to your room.

- When? - Just after whereever.

I kissed him on the nose but do not you startled.

It will be the mountain air!

Yes, it will be the mountain air.

Raymond, do we have to wait three months to get married?

It is your father's idea that brought me the title and get that job ...

No problem. I will convince.

Let's get married next week! Please Raymond, I have fear.

- Afraid of what? - lose you! Or lose me ...

Oh if you knew ...

And what else would I know for sure ...

They married and lived happily ever after.

It's a cruel joke!

It's crazy that apresuráramos us to get married.

I had just finished school. Giselle that fat.

Is not it an appropriate name? All in white hands ...

who they were lace sleeves as trotters.

Why I did it? Better library from 9 to 5?

24 hours nonstop locked in those filthy suburbs of Switzerland.

No future. Many babies and not much money.

Pushing the cart by small cemeteries.

With no escape anywhere.

So why I married Raymond? To stop volverme a whore?

- Good Morning! - Good Morning!

What's on Swedenborg?

It was he, of course: The unknown.

And my body knows more than anyone in the world.

Just a moment. "Humanity and redemption". I know it's somewhere.

- I will look at the office. - Thank you.

I knew it was you.

Yeah, well, I have the "abrege" English,

but "Redemption" I have it down somewhere.

Under him?

No, no, I have to get used to look for things myself.

The problem is that the daughters marry. She marries in a few weeks.

!! Congratulations!! It seems pale for a bride.

It shows just breathe dust books.

If you can do without it one hour, I take her for a ride on my bike.

Will put some color in her cheeks.

Yes, go! Why not? Maybe wake up a bit.

Go, you have not left since you went skiing!

I have books ready for when I return.

- Thank you! - Come on, go!

Here we are.

Hold on! And your feet up!

Do not run much! He has not ridden a motorcycle before.

¡Agarrate well!

Place your white arms around my waist!

You're good?

- Where are you taking me? - To a place I know.

- beginning to think not return. - I did not have time.

It has been two weeks. I did not think you wanted to see me again.

That's what he had decided.

- What? - not to see you again.

- Why did you come? - Shut up!

Why did you decide never to see me again?

Was it because I do not like or that was promised?

Yes!

Which?!

two kilometer ago I said "what" because you like me or because I'm getting married.

Because they liked me.

Because there is no future in it, you mean?

Yes.

- And why did you do it? - Because there is a present.

Oh! Dammit!

I must flirt with the black this time.

And better than him apart their friendly hands me too.

Oh, you are not here. Pity. This is appalling.

Identity Card, papers motorcycle!

How much money do you have?

¡50 marcos!

Sure it's sissy.

No luggage. What makes in Germany?

I'm just testing the motorcycle on the autobahn.

Alsace roads are very narrow.

Traffic, no security.

What a couple of nasty buggers! Why do I bother to lie?

Or that it was his business.

The last time I was calorcito.

I like the warm weather.

It was a cold wind that killed my mother.

This may be a harbinger cold wind.

Oh, I'm stupid.

Champagne for my dear Daniel!

And water for Raymond! Raymond poor thing ...

I attract teachers: Husbands and lovers.

I like the word "lover".

Raymond obviously knows I have a lover and I may.

Daniel does not allow me anything. He treats me like a slave.

Although let me go, I know I am not free.

What do you teach, Daniel?

Philosophy?

Psychology?

Anthropology?

Ya know, you're a doctor Porn!

I should feel guilty. I know I should feel guilty.

Poor Raymond. I was an adulteress teenage girlfriend.

Do I married him because I was a masochist?

Daniel said yes. Then yes. Daniel ...

What did Daniel say?

"In 50 years there will be no more marriages."

I was born too soon. Oh, free love ...

"Free love, free field. We love while we can."

- Who? - Playboy magazine, sir?

Probably. But the quote is from Tennyson.

I did not know who thought of free love in his time.

What do you think of it?

Regarding the alternative: marriage.

You eat the cookie without having to buy the package, do you, sir?

What do you mean by free love?

Come on, any of you!

It is your generation that will end the custom of marriage.

Well, free love is to be free to love someone

without a permanent commitment. Not bad. Until a certain point.

Free love. Love without marriage. Loveless love.

Now to love they say "make love". Y?

Loveless desire.

- Possible? - Of course sir!

You may like a girl without the love.

So, what is love?

It is the most misunderstood word in any language and most misused.

We use it as a blanket to cover all dark emotions:

Desire, lust, a need to hurt,

receiving damage.

But it does not make acceptable love these other emotions?

If you mean respectable, say so!

If virtue is its own reward, then so is sin, right?

I guess so, sir.

So love is not just a word for

respectable sin for us as well as others?

And marriage is not just a way to protect us

that indicate us the finger and wagging tongues?

- I guess so! - Oh, oh yeah?

Then go, fall in love, then come back and tell me how free it is.

You will find that there are still some problems with free love.

Oh, what's wrong with free love, Daniel?

Oh, yes, I see.

Poor dear! And four and one on the way. It seems exhausted.

But are not vitamins you need.

Just like you told me, Daniel.

German drivers prefer to travel straight as soldiers.

What did you say? Like lemmings.

All of us, like lemmings, going to the cemetery. One way or another.

I was told I had identity.

My mother made me to stand out in school.

And my learned father. Teachers liked that.

Identified by my parents, but no identity.

I have no identity!

I lost forever in you, Daniel.

I'm a bitch in constant zeal.

That's what you want, right? You do not care, right?

You're a sadist, honey, a great sadist!

You're a bastard!

Dumbass! Dumbass!

Like a bloody mausoleum.

Daniel! I wonder if this is where you hide all your dark secrets.

God, I need a drink!

I have time yet.

They are still only six-thirty.

And the way you taught me to drink it.

A room and a bottle of kirsch!

Of course, monsieur. Room 8 is open.

- Thank you. - He's been here before.

Ahead!

Thank you sir!

How stupid.

Daniel, I want you to teach me to wear a motorcycle!

I will, begin tomorrow.

Now remember, if you treat the machine as if it were human,

answer to. Only people leave treated like machines. Right?

Gently release the clutch.

Now, give it some gas!

Now listen! Thrust first!

Slowly, gently. Here we go!

Splendid. Calm calm!

Very well. Speed up a little more! Not too much!

Go quiet! Speed up a little!

Not too much! Quiet!

Now, switch to second!

Softly! A) Yes!

Genial.

- I did it. - Be careful, look!

- Watch out! - You do not have to yell at me like that!

I must shout over the engine!

Let yourself talk and gear changes again.

All right! In the next turn, downshifts!

Do not come back!

Beautiful! No, do not come back!

- Well, how have you been? - Nothing bad.

A slight improvement. Sit back!

I'll teach you to take the curves.

Hold on tight!

I change just before arriving. You lean into the curve.

Do not be afraid. Speed takes me. You see?

Yes I think so.

- All right! You alone! - No, no, I can not.

You can do it!

A motorcycle is closer to you than any human being.

A car is something out of you.

But a motorcycle becomes part of you.

You are your feelings. They are between your legs.

- Is that the only love in your life? - That's stupid.

Of course not. And "love" is a stupid word.

Always crawling through mazes of feeling.

Love in a sense.

Also toothache!

What you do with toothache?

If it hurts too much, you take root.

And she's dead, the problems are over.

Is that what you did with it?

Where is he now?

- She's dead? - If you want!

- Daniel, will you marry me? - Do not.

- For her? - You said she was dead.

It could still be the reason.

Daniel, in three weeks I'm going to marry Raymond.

I write down in my agenda. I have sent you a wedding gift.

Come to see! The most ridiculous wedding gift I've ever seen.

It's not what you expect!

- Sign, s'il vous plaît. - You can not accept it!

The man may have money, but there are limits!

Should, Raymond? Is that what you want me to do, Raymond?

Not if it makes you unhappy. Do what you want.

Well, there you had your chance, Raymond, and lost.

I know who is going to be unhappy.

Daniel, today is the day.

I return to France by train.

You cant get your fucking bike!

Dear Raymond!

Dear Raymond! Oh God!

The case is: I have left.

I mean, I will not return.

I can not help it.

I never give any identity.

I never even say I'm beautiful.

My black devil! Make the wonderfully love.

As my red devil, Daniel!

Let go of your speed and accelerates in my hands!

Take me to him, my black pimp!

Oh God!

Crazy demon! You're a coward like to drive as well.

- You should have died! And you deserve it. - You are very right.

I have been a dumb bitch. I must control myself.

Do not worry honey!

I keep my body without a scratch for you.

And I know that my body is the only thing that worries you.

Why did I do?

- Daniel, why did I come here? - Because you want!

Because I want? Yes.

Because I want you.

Does that make me a nymphomaniac? Honey, I'm a nymphomaniac?

A little I guess.

How clever giving me that motorcycle wedding gift.

If not so, how he could reach you?

You know, all that Raymond said was:

"I would have thought that one of your father's friends,

I could have given something more useful. "

Poor Raymond.

Often I tried to tell him. God knows how many times I tried!

But it seemed useless.

Too late.

And then I decided to stay the bike.

Just to hurt you by regalármela. And then not to see you again.

- How long I endured? - One month.

15 days! Not that you knew it.

Do you know why I married Raymond in such a hurry?

I married him as protection against you.

I tried to make him happy.

I tried desperately to forget.

You know what I've been doing to forget you?

Every night before going to bed, I hear your thoughts in my head.

Your cruelty,

your arrogance, your pride,

your nonchalance.

Like you're not overrun them.

I then focus on each,

I am hoping that when I wake up in the morning I will not be thinking of you.

But I do it.

And I know you do not love me.

- Would you sent flowers to her? - Continually.

To me you've never sent me.

You've never loved anyone but her, who the hell out!

Say you no longer love anyone anymore.

Let's leave it there.

Do not you blow the cold ashes, small!

A kiss on the eyes.

Way here I called sadist bastard as loud

And he meant it.

Is that how you see me?

So it's how you want it?

No, I do not know.

I do not know.

Your toes are like tombstones.

Thank you!

In fact, for anything you're irresistible.

- And why you asked me to come? - I never asked you to come.

Yes you did, honey!

You sent me this wonderful motorcycle and am paying in installments.

But now it is already paid at all. I will not come here anymore. Never!

I give you ten days.

But you were wrong then, honey. They were only twelve days.

I know. I counted them.

Typical!

They take the field even when these morons have to sit in their cars.