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Believe it or not,

What separates me
from my colleagues in the NGO

is that I think that behind
all the poverty and suffering

there's nothing epic,
just a useless resentment.

- Don't contradict yourself.
- Well, I am. And so are you.

Everybody is, right, Ramon?

The missionaries are
more realistic than the NGOs.

- That can't be true, Ana.
- It is.

They get better results
because they understand

that being poor and African
doesn't make you a better person.

On the contrary, sometimes
it makes you a complete arsehole.

A complete arsehole!
Steady on!

They want to convince Africans

that they shouldn't be
fighting the powerful,

but changing their own destiny.

- That can't be true, Anna.
- It is.

The missionaries
are a pain for NGOs,

but the dictators love them.

What about you?
Do you feel guilty?

Not a bit.

Three years took their toll.
I can't do it anymore.

But, Anna,
you've spent all this time

saying how great the NGOs were.

And now, suddenly,
it's all a load of shit?

The ones with bomb-proof faith stay.

Not me. Luckily,
it's all far behind me now.

Welcome back, Anna.

Just a minute.

You don't get it.
You don't get it, do you?

None of you get it!

DRIFTING

Fourteen months later

Anything to report?

They brought us a guy
from the courts.

- Who is it?
- Some disabled guy.

- A criminal?
- I've no idea.

Seems he was found half dead,
at night.

He won't tell anyone his name.

How kind of them!

The hospital was full.
What do they do?

Send him here, that's what
our charity wing is for.

- Let's go.
- Call Carducci.

He can't look after himself.

The police say he's not dangerous,
but keep an eye on him.

Whatever next?

As if we don't have enough
to do on our own here at night.

You don't need to tell me.

Typical! Bloody cost-cutting.

Use the protocol.

So what do we call him?

In the hospital they
called him Gir�.

- Why?
- After the brand of gin.

Until they identify him,
you can call him Gir�.

Right, I'm off.

It's chilly tonight.

Is there a problem?

No.

- Sure?
- I'm sure.

Yes.

Ricard is away.
It's my chance to move out.

- Have you thought it through?
- Yes. But I don't know where to go.

Come and stay with me
for a few days.

I'd prefer to be alone.

Then go to a hotel.

I don't like them.

I have somewhere,
I'm not sure you'll like it.

It's a bit small.

If Mart� left me,
I couldn't bear it.

- Don't get melodramatic, Carducci.
- I'm not. I'm just saying.

Do you think I'm a neurotic
little posh girl

who's seen too many films,

and I want poor Ricard
to come running after me?

He won't.
He's more likely to run away.

Fuck you.

Breaking up is shitty.
But you know best.

Stylish, isn't it?

It's got all mod cons,
like a small yacht.

I got it in 92 to turn into
a mobile massage salon.

I set up in the Olympic Village,
parked by the beach.

At first, it was great.

I gave out flyers,
especially on the gay scene.

After three months,
50% of my clients were gays.

After four months, it was 90%,

and I'd already got off with
several clients.

Carducci...

But it wasn't working.

I was more into fucking
than working.

Very bad, very bad.

One day, one of my few
non-gay clients, a real brute,

caught me riding
an Olympic flag-bearer.

He couldn't handle the idea
a gay man had been groping him.

He threw the poor guy out naked.

Then he punched me over here
and knocked me out.

When I came to,
I had a broken nose

and was looking up
at a cop and a nurse.

The inside of the van
and the equipment was smashed.

All of it. I was ruined, baby.

Oh, yes.
This folds out into a double bed,

and if you want,
there's another up there.

It works well, huh?

Thanks to Mart�.
He got it fixed.

He arrived
the day after the trouble.

I was terrified
and I didn't know what to do.

He was leading a double life.

No, nothing had ever happened,
but we got on well.

We became lovers, of course.

He helped me cancel out
my debts.

Then he got me a job up there.

I asked for the night shift.
Headache over.

I feel infinite love
and gratitude towards him.

He doesn't ask for much.

A little visit from time to time,
a few days holiday together...

That's all.

I'll drive.

You've got to take precautions.
These are strange times.

Are you staying for long?

I don't know, maybe a week.
It's just me.

On your own?

Yes. Is that a problem?

Not at all. We can be mates.
It gets boring here.

- Is the bar open?
- No.

- The supermarket?
- No.

The pizzeria?

The roof collapsed
with all that heavy rain.

Are any of the services
you advertise available?

Not one.

Why not take down the sign?

Take it down?

Yeah, I could do that.

Are you sure you want to stay
here alone with that creep

instead of my place?

Don't worry, I'll be fine.

I don't think I'll stay long.

Stay as long as you like.

It's really weird.

I think the guy in IAS-2
took my book and then gave it back.

Who? The old guy who cries?

No, the one with no name,
the crazy one.

But I've lost a letter
I had inside it.

Yes?

Ricard?

It's your man.

Tell him I'm off sick.

He's not my man now.

- Do you know him?
- No.

He's a funny guy.
But don't trust him too much.

Perfect. You're as fit
as a young man, Mr de Medignan.

Thank you.

If I bring in your latest book,
will you sign it for me?

- You may count on it.
- Thanks.

Never caught a cold in my life.

Swim every day,
in winter as well as summer.

That's why I asked
if there was a pool here.

Do you swim often?

No.

There's nothing like living well.

That's the best philosophy.
Read my books.

What's up with you?

With me? Nothing.

The letter I lost
was from the NGO I worked for.

They want me back in Africa.

What will you do?

In three years
I got sick of so much misery.

I can't stomach any more corpses,

any more mutilated bodies.

Do you know what it's like
setting up field hospitals

in a place where
there's an epidemic?

Or where people are
fleeing some awful war?

Fucking hell! We were so good!

You seem pretty burnt out.

That's life.

Why is a nurse
working as a security guard?

It was the first thing that came up.

It helps me chase the ghosts
from my mind.

Anna Gudallol!

Anna Gudallol!

Sit down.

How do you know my name?

Why did you call for me?

I've no idea.

Every night I hear you,
at the same time.

It's good living in here.

I don't want them to cure me.

I don't want to go home.

You're lucky.

They don't take cases like you
unless the courts make them.

Bark! Bark!

Bark! Bark!

I've suggested
some physic sessions for Gir�.

What did they say?

That they're not scheduled,
but if I do them voluntarily,

- it's up to me.
- Because of the deal?

Why won't he say his name?

I've no idea.

In most cases,
when somebody hides like that,

there's usually
a fairly simple explanation.

Stop being so cryptic.

Don't look for any mystery.

A young father
who's scared shitless.

Running away from
his responsibilities

He's terrified so he hides.

I don't think so.

90% of all disappearances are
resolved in the first seven days.

The majority just come home,

but some want nothing else
to do with their family.

That's their right.

Don't worry, the police
won't take long to trace him.

Even if it is through Interpol.

Is the king of rock still with us?

Your turn?

Where's Mr Vimbod�?

Where's Mr Tono Vimbod�?

I'd introduce you,
but I don't know her name.

A real classic.

A Gibson-Les Paul

with a little ruby encrusted in it.

Do you feel okay?

Perfect.

But I could feel much better.

I bet this truncheon of yours
could really hurt someone.

I've written a report.

- Why?
- That guy's gone too far.

It's normal. He's loaded.

Do I give it to management?

If you want. But I wouldn't bother.

Come out! Seek, seek...
Seek!

Come out!

Come out!

If that dog
scratches the paintwork...

Relax. My dog only does
what I tell him to do.

Sure you don't fancy a drink?

No!

Come on!

Bye.

- Security.
- Ricard just called me.

I told you not to call.

He says you've left him.

Yes.

Right, and when
were you going to tell me?

One of these days.
I had to choose the moment.

You left a note on the fridge.

I had to tell him somehow.

There are other ways, Anna.

It doesn't change the fact, sis.

If anyone should be
reproaching me, it's him.

He called the sanatorium.

- It isn't a sanatorium.
- Oh, whatever!

You wouldn't speak to him.

Ricard is very susceptible.

I couldn't speak to him
when he called.

Well, he didn't believe that.

That's his problem.

I don't want to discuss it.

Why not tell me where you are?

I promise I won't tell anyone.

I'll explain everything soon,
don't worry.

Anna Gudallol!

Gir�,
this is the physiotherapist.

You're not touching me, you pig.

I don't know why you're insulting me.
Let's get on with it.

Only if I let you.

You like touching up guys, huh?

If you're saying I am gay,
well done, you guessed right.

With or without your help,

I'll have you walking
with a cane in a month.

Then you can go home
to get better.

- I have no home!
- Oh, what a pity.

Tell me, what's your game?

Are you saying you're one of those
tramps that skinheads beat up?

You don't fool me.

Leave me the fuck alone!

Don't touch me!

Calm down. Take it easy.

Hey, hey, take it easy.

Easy.

Enough! This is impossible.

I could've easily killed you.

You owe me.

What? Cat got your tongue?

And what about the book?

What book?

Your book! I could've
flushed it down the toilet.

Give me back the letter.

What are you talking about?

Come on, give me a few whacks.
I deserve it.

Crack my head open.

I can report you.

- Really?
- For exhibitionism.

- Oh, yes?
- And provocation.

You win, I'll write a report.

You want trouble, right?

Then enjoy it.
It was nice knowing you.

Wait!
Is it so hard to understand?

I just want to stay here
a bit longer.

Then I'll leave you all in peace.

What's your name?

Gir�.

It's not Gir�, you fool.
I call you Gir�.

- Same thing.
- No, it's not.

I don't want to know your name.

Or what happens to you.

Son of a bitch.

He grabbed you hard, huh?

You'll have the bruise
at least a week.

I don't care.

Perhaps you enjoyed it?

Sometimes patients have
anxiety attacks,

but I've never seen
a physical assault.

We'll have to tell management.

If we do, they'll move him.

He could have really hurt you.

Thanks for everything.

I'll never understand you women.

I'm going outside,
I've got a visitor.

Who is it?

- Ricard.
- Oh, shit.

This is all I need.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, I'm fine.

- Sure?
- I said I'm fine!

Is it my fault?

Forgive me.

I'd like to find
a specific reason for the break up,

to put your mind at rest,

but I can't, I don't have any.

We'll talk in a few days, okay?

Perfect.

Goodbye, Ricard.

What did he want?

I suppose he doesn't want
to turn the page without seeing me.

While you're living in the van,
you should have a phone.

Here. It still works.

It's the one I was using.

It's lucky we have a week off.

Get some rest. You need it.

It was great. Take care.

Thanks.

Come here! Come here!

Who's there?

Is someone there?

Fucking cretin!

I've had it with you!

With everything!

Fucking creep!

Move! Fucking move,
you son of a bitch!

Drunk bastard!

Fucking hell!
What are you doing?

How's this, you stupid pig?

Stupid arsehole!

Fascist pig!
You asked for this!

Leave me alone!
Help! Help!

Help! Help!

I'll get you for this,
you fucking bitch!

Forget it, you wanker!

- Carducci?
- Who is it?

- It's Anna.
- What is it?

I'm not well.

What?

I feel shit. I've got
a stomach flu and a hangover.

- I left the campsite.
- Where are you?

In a service station.
I don't know where.

Just outside Barcelona, I think.

- Shall I come and get you?
- No.

- Do you want to come here?
- No.

Anything else to tell me?

Yes, thanks again for everything.

I'll call the company
and give them this number.

Comparative literature
is linked to the Nouveau Roman.

It was the aesthetic and formal
starting point for my work....

Can I sit down?

Yes.

- Waiting for someone?
- No.

Be careful. Peruvian gangs
are robbing people.

- In rest areas.
- Thanks for the warning.

I'm not waiting for anyone.
I have a few days off.

I'm a security guard.
I work nights.

My name is Jordina
and Celeste is my man.

Gado-Gado.
Finger-licking good.

What is it?

Fried tofu salad
with peanut sauce.

A specialty.
But we also have potato salad.

Perfect.

I'm Anna.

Anna Gudallol!

Anna Gudallol!

Please, please, don't say anything.

I'm starving.

Nothing except mineral water.

That was what you asked for,
remember?

I'll be discreet.

I turn forty in three months.

What should I do?

Should I have surgery or not?

I'd try to be the hottest
40 year-old actress.

I wouldn't have surgery.

Use all the anti-ageing
products you want.

Just a little prick to check
your blood sugar, Ms Pavon.

The hottest 40 year-old...

Anti-ageing products...

Every night at the same time.

Gustav used to say...

Who's Gustav?

A guy I was fucking in Africa.

A Swedish helicopter pilot.
He worked with the NGO.

He said only true friends
could handle silence.

And that only real friendship

can turn silence
into moments of pleasure.

He's absolutely right.

The other day,
someone ran over a dog here.

- I saw it on the monitor.
- Not a dog, a fox.

You feeling better?

Thanks for not asking questions.

Anna Gudallol!

Anna Gudallol!

If you scream like that again,
I'll send for the police.

I haven't seen you for 14 days.

They pulled out his last teeth.
He bled like a pig.

You hurt me.

My ex saw it
and thought I had a lover.

Give me back the letter you stole,
the one in my book.

I told you.
I don't have any letter.

Were you afraid
when you slit your wrists?

Yes.

Very or only a little?

Very.

I've found it hard to sleep
ever since.

Sleep is a luxury.

I love it that you come to see me.

Anything else?

The newspaper and a packet of gum.
Mint flavor.

What are you reading?

"The decline of the public man".

I used to fill up
people's petrol tanks. Not now.

I just take the money and read.

That self-service pump
was a great invention.

What's going on in the world?

Nothing much. I'm going to sleep.

With so much noise,
I don't know how you can.

I'm used to it.

Close your eyes.

Where are you taking me?

To a very special place.

You can open them now.

I wanted you to see this.

Don't go yet.

Where have you been?

Why have you brought your cat?
It's forbidden.

Nobody will know.
Where have you been?

What do you mean?

I'm not stupid.
Where were you a moment ago?

- With Gir�.
- What's that animal done now?

Nothing, he's very peaceful.
I showed him the baths.

- Are you crazy?
- You sound like an old fogey.

What were you doing there?

I wanted him to see it.

Then we made love.

My God.

Will it happen again?

Yes.

Then it's better I know
where you are at all times.

Warn me. Something could happen,
someone might show up.

You never know. We could...

We could lose our jobs.

Yes, but not at the same time.
You're much worse.

I only do it with a patient.
You, on the other hand,

your lover is a stranger in here.

But I let him in with your keys.

I'll tell them you steal them.

And you bring
your cat into work.

- They'd sack you first.
- Enough!

And wear a bit of make-up,
it'd suit you.

Yes?

Okay.

Ms Pavon.
She wants to see you.

What was the name
of that conquistador? Navarro?

No, Pizarro.

Was he "Better honor without ships
than ships without honor"?

I'm not sure.

One of them burnt all his ships
rather than retreat.

I'm doing the same.
I'm giving away my dresses. Come.

Pick the one you like most.

Thanks.
We're not allowed to accept gifts.

Go on.

- Is there a problem?
- No, why?

You've been here ten days.
That's not normal.

Look, I'm here
because I want to be.

You work here,
that's even worse.

No, you're wrong.
I like this life.

But you, you're an outsider.

And why are you buying up
half our alcohol?

I'm not planning to drink it all.

Good. Do you need a hand?

I like the motorway life.

I like the toll booths,
the lights of the forecourt

and the car headlights
which blind me.

I like the trailers
parked in rows.

I feel good just looking at them.

You're a case.

Thanks.

Have you been visiting
the poor?

When's your boyfriend coming?

When he can escape his family.
You know that.

Have you always liked them that old?

- I fall in love with them as people.
- Right!

You don't know how it works
at your age.

Gerontophile.

What's more, he's honest,
elegant, generous and tender.

If you want me
to keep letting him in,

you know what to do.

You always have to win.

I've got a surprise for you too.

End of the excursion.

This is my home.

Working nights
is like living in America.

You sleep in the day,
do the opposite to other people,

you give up living
the life around you. You disconnect.

It's okay for me.

Do you have a wife? A family?

No.

Leave me.

Ricard called me again.

Why?

He's worried about you.

He said he saw you
and you acted weird.

Weird?

Normal for two people
who've just broken up.

You broke up with him,
he didn't even know.

So what did you tell him?

Me? What do you expect me to say?

I've no more idea
where you live than he has,

I didn't tell him anything.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Are you judging me, D�lia?

No.

I was talking about Ricard.
He seemed really affected by it.

Are we going to eat soon?

Why won't you say
where you're living?

It's okay. You've got my mobile.

Anna, when will you stop
being so stubborn?

Why did you do it?

I couldn't help it.
I wanted to see her better.

At night?

Some things you don't need to see.

And what did you see?

Not a lot.
I shouted and she stopped.

And what else?

She's got round eyes,
bright and alive.

She asked me what I wanted.

- What did you say?
- Nothing.

Yes.

I was so dumbstruck,
I asked her the time.

You're a coward.

Really?

Then you better watch out.
Because I've got your back.

How come?

Your bosses called a while ago.
They asked for you.

Don't worry,
I'm sure it was nothing.

You've got it all worked out, huh?

There's no problem.

What are you doing
with a guy like him?

I'm sure you're not fucking
every night.

Yes.

You shouldn't be.

You could do other things.
Don't you talk?

Not a lot.

Right, and if you don't talk,
what else do you do? Fuck.

Yes.

I WANT TO SEE YOU NOW. G.

- Why so early?
- No reason. I've got work to do.

I was waiting for you.

Take it off.

Do a striptease.

Encore.

I'll be back tonight.

I like visits from female company
at outrageous hours.

Have a seat.
Do you want a whisky?

We're not allowed to drink.
But go on, yes.

It's a revolutionary project.
The elderly will have it all.

If they want freedom,
they will have it.

If they want company, that too.

The main thing is that
there is lots of everything.

Where does a famous writer
come into it?

You have to make the most
of everything in life.

Congratulations.

You may congratulate me,
but not for what you think.

Or perhaps you see me
confined to an asylum.

No.

Officially, I'm an advisor.
But between you and me,

they also asked me
to be a shareholder.

I'll soon recoup my investment,

after that, it's all profit
and the high life.

How are things going for you?

Depends how you look at it.

Not long ago, I beat up a man
who was driving me crazy,

and right now
I'm risking my job

for another guy and I don't even
know his name or if...

I don't like what I'm hearing.

- Why?
- Because you're in love.

In love?

How could you be so stupid
and not realize?

You need to base your life
on more solid foundations.

Don't be fooled.

I'm offering you a job.

You could be my secretary,
bodyguard, my nurse...

I'll triple what they pay you here.
How about it?

- Thank you, but no.
- What do you mean "no"?

That's a job offer
anyone would like to have.

Is it the money?

No.

I'll help you to find
the right person.

In that case, leave.
You don't know what you're missing.

I've got a few days off now.

That's not how
nice, polite girls eat.

I'm not nice or polite.

Have you no family?

Yes and no.

What does that mean?

Nobody. Well, a sister.
I don't even remember my parents.

My father, one day,
he killed a chicken.

"In my house we only kill chicken
for two reasons.

When someone gets sick,
or when chicken gets sick."

That's all he remembers about him.

I bet the bulls and castanets
are the owner's choice.

No. It's my idea.
I get a percentage.

- You want something?
- No.

Yes, aspirins.

The home-brand ones.
They have ripped us off enough.

Isn't it a bit dated?

Reading Simone these days
is like...

it's like science fiction.

Bourgeoisie thought,
catastrophic and empty,

is now nothing more
than a counter thought.

Do you think they really
believed all that?

Yes, I'm sure they did.

A Spanish omelet.

What do you want from the future?

Nothing special,
just to carry on like this.

It's a peaceful place,

people are easy-going
and easy to talk to.

Travelers and truckers
end up being like family.

They ask for strange things,

like potato salad without mayo,

really hot gazpacho, micro waved.

Some get really angry
because they don't like Asian food.

Business is good,
and we're saving up.

Our dream is to set up
an American style bar-restaurant,

at a busy crossroads,

something a bit retro,
fifties style, with neon signs.

Celeste wants to give it
a Bagdad Caf� feel.

We'll have to get married,

to set it up
and to get Celeste's green card.

- Hello, Felip.
- Hello, gorgeous.

So, how's it going?

What can I get you?

Nothing.

I'm sorry about
bumping into you before.

Come on, let me buy you a drink.

No, thanks.

I've been transporting car parts
around Europe for 15 years.

Now I'm doing removals.

I go jogging every day.
We have to keep fit.

Is that all you want in life?

As long as I've got work
and my truck doesn't break down.

But I wouldn't mind maybe
getting to know new people.

Special people.

We could have lunch together.

No, thanks.

Joan, do you mind
if l swap shifts tonight?

- Swap for what?
- Nothing.

- You sure?
- Yes, I just split up.

I want to work
so I don't have to think.

- You know how it is.
- No, I don't know.

I haven't broken up
and I don't plan to.

Don't make a big deal of it.
I'm having a bad time.

Thanks.

Let her in.

- What the hell's going on?
- Nothing?

Is he guarding the door?
What are you hiding?

Nothing. Just forget it.
You look great.

Thanks a lot for this surprise.

Nose.

Mouth.

Tongue.

Teeth.

I won't ask you anything.

Ever.

What were you saying?

Nothing.

Better you don't mention it.

They might move him,
and he's my mate.

D�lia.

Here.

As I don't know where you live,

I brought a birthday card from us.

Thanks very much.

"Time is relative.

The main thing is
that people know each other

and respect each other's differences.
Happy Birthday."

And the whole family has signed it.

And not spending
Midsummer's Eve with us...

Ramon is really angry.

Another year.

Life goes in phases. Many phases.

Ricard gave me this.
It's for you.

It could be important.

- Why?
- It's from Africa.

Aren't you going to open it?

No need. I can guess what it says.

And you can't share it
with your sister?

I suppose so.
I received another one the same.

They want me to work
on this really good project.

It's an AIDS hospital in Botswana.

There's a lot of money involved.
From the U.N. Or the E.U.

Even Bill Gates has donated.

Are you thinking of going?

I don't know. I'm considering it.

Not all the disasters in Africa
are our fault.

For weeks now,
I've been sleeping with a patient.

I don't know what to do
with my future.

I thought as much.
Is that why you left Ricard?

No. I know nothing about this guy,
not even his name.

He's a patient
that the courts sent to us.

I know his medical history
off by heart.

Everything except his name.

I know I can't expect anything.

Well, is he worth it?

Yes.

The moments I spend with him
make me happy.

Will you keep me posted?

- Of course.
- Be careful, okay?

- D�lia.
- What?

Suit jackets look awful on you.

What are you saying?

Nothing. I look at myself
in my uniform

and I just think at least one of us
should look nice.

Promise me I'll see you
before the holidays.

Deal.

Good evening.

Selamat Hari Raya!

They wish you much happiness.

They were the first to come over,
20 years ago.

Two are Celeste's aunts,
they brought him over.

And he's still homesick.
Hi, Felip!

Hello.

Working Midsummer's Eve is shit.

Come in.

Happy Midsummer's Eve.

- You too. Where are you?
- With Jordina and Celeste.

They're having a party.
Are you alone?

- Yes.
- You want to come?

No, thanks. I'm not really sociable.

- It's really cool. You'd enjoy it.
- You won't talk me into it.

- Come on.
- I'm used to being alone.

- Hey, thanks for thinking of me.
- Take care.

Bye.

Hey, everyone, let me introduce
my neighbor, Anna.

Hello, Anna.

Now, listen for a moment.

In Indonesia,
the sign of a good meal

is when everyone eats
with enthusiasm and, especially,

when the guests leave
a little food on their plate

to show that they're full up.

- Selamat!
- Selamat!

Which means
"Long life to everyone here."

Selamat!

There's also Midsummer's cake.

Cake! Cake! Cake!

Bye.

Are you okay?

It's hard to see time passing.

And Gir� not walking.

Who? Gir�?
Is that a man?

- Yes.
- And he can't walk?

But you're screwing him?

- Yes.
- And?

It's good.

Then why complain?
At least he can't run away.

Dance?

I've got some great whisky
in my truck.

What do you reckon, baby?
What do you think?

This is cool!

You can take your sandals off.

Make yourself comfy.

- Comfy, eh?
- Comfy.

I want to be alone.

Anna.

I've changed my mind.
I want out.

I've had enough.
Come with me.

Before you answer,
I did hide that damn letter.

Sorry, but you were
the only one who listened.

I didn't want to risk
you going back to Africa.

I forgive you.

I'll go with you.

Promise me you won't tell
anybody about this.

I promise.

When are we leaving?

The bank holiday weekend.
Have the van ready.

Why are you crying?

I don't know, I swear.

What are you thinking?

What's happening to us, Carducci?

To me, nothing.

And you?

Let's go inside.

Not yet. Let's wait a moment.

As you wish.

Order me to leave.

What?

Tell me to go.

- Go.
- Louder.

- Go.
- Louder, you fool!

- Don't you understand?
- Enough!

All right.
Go! Go, go!

Get the fuck out of here!

Did you see them?

- It's always the same ones.
- What were you doing?

I was reading.

- I don't know it.
- Don't worry.

- Nobody knows it.
- Any good?

Yeah, it's interesting.

It says the problem with sex
is the confusion

between real or essential morality

and respected
yet anachronistic conventions.

People like you
don't work in petrol stations.

Maybe, but that doesn't mean
it's not true.

Good luck, �lex.

Give me back my things.

Mart� promised he would come,

but he just called to say
not until tomorrow.

A toast.

To life, Carducci.

To life, Anna.

I suppose at midnight
you'll go off up there

to be with that animal.

No.

- Carducci...
- What is it?

I have to go.

Then go,

I wouldn't want you
to miss your chance.

Carducci.

Shit!

What? Where are they going?

As far as they can.
Come on.

Call the police,
it's not our job.

- We won't make it.
- What?

Let me go!

Go! Go!

- Were you meant to be in the van?
- I don't know if you'll get it back.

It's okay, it was really old.

Mart� will buy me another.

He escaped from me.

Two patients have escaped.
I'll be fired on Monday.

Don't worry, so will I,
for being an accessory.

They'll view the tapes
and discover everything.

They're not erased every month.
They keep them all.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know. Maybe I was afraid.

I'm sorry.

What's that?

A job. A possible job.

Africa is a poison.

Our best bet is to leave.
We've no choice.

Can I touch your breasts?

I'm sure it will bring us luck.

If I liked women,

I'd jump on top of you
and bite your nipples.

One time I was in Mondou, in Chad.

The river was really low.

People were walking across it.

The rains hadn't come
and it was unbearably hot.

There was a curtain of mist
that turned the sky white.

I got in a boat going upstream.

The humidity was stifling,
there wasn't a breath of wind.

I was in the bow,
trying to see the moon.

I lost sight of the world.

I couldn't see anything,
nothing ahead nor behind.

It frightened me.

A lot of animals,
when night falls,

either hunt or eat,
without a sound.

I'd fall in the water
and they would devour me.

I opened my eyes wide,
but I couldn't see a thing,

it was as if I'd gone blind.

I surrendered to that strong
and unknown sensation.

It was as if I was dying.

Or as if I was being born.

I closed my eyes.

Translation: Daniel Murray

Subtitles: LASERFILM