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Dunno. I'm in a tunnel tonight.
It's your fault.
If only you didn't treat me
as the lowest of the low,
as soon as I feel like
stepping out of line.
Is your life that tough?
Take Herv...
Every evening he's half-drunk.
But you still find him interesting.
You talk to him for hours,
even when he's smashed.
First, he's not my husband.
And second?
- There's a truck.
- I saw it! Mind talking about Herv?
Will you shut up!
I'm trying to read the signs!
- Admit you'd rather be with him.
- Stop it!
Now we're on Route 10.
Tours is to the left.
A spectacular escape
from Le Mans prison...
The fugitive, highly dangerous,
was last seen in a stolen car.
He threatened the police
before fleeing.
His description has been sent out.
What're you doing?
As you can see, I'm stopping.
If you get out of this car,
I'm going on alone.
If you intend to join us,
you can take the train.
And a drink for my young friend here.
- This round's on me.
- No, my wife's waiting.
See George? Life's great. Yep!
To the good life!
Hey, buddy...
That's not very smart.
It's very bad for your health,
understand?
The devil's on vacation with you.
Let it all out.
I gotta go...
You...
You're a nice guy.
It's written on your f***ing face.
Everyone can see it. So be careful!
I'm going.
Buddy, you're going
in the wrong direction!
"I'm taking the train."
You've reached Hl...
- Where's this train go?
- To the depot.
I'm looking for my wife. A brunette
with light pants and a tank top.
- Any more trains?
- Last one just left.
- For where?
- Bordeaux.
- What's the next stop?
- Sainte Maure.
- Is that far?
- 20 miles.
You've reached...
Move your ass!
I've got a train to catch!
What're you holding up
decent people for?
Don't stay here, please.
Go back to your car.
Can someone tell me
what's going on here?
Mind cluing me in?
They're after a fugitive.
What's it to me?
There are worse things going on!
I gotta meet my wife's train.
- 25 minutes ago.
Sorry, I have to lock up.
What time is it?
Ten past midnight.
A scotch.
This one's on me.
Hey, boss, two.
Two what?
Ask the gentleman
what he's having.
Two whiskies.
I've got lots of time.
It's my night.
You married?
Not married?
I'm married.
I have two kids,
a daughter, 10, a son, 8.
They're at camp in the southwest.
I'm on my way to pick them up.
I'm from Paris.
And you? From around here?
Not drinking? Don't like it?
Never mind, it's a free country.
Do what you like.
I don't like whisky either.
But tonight
I happen to be drinking whisky.
But it's not my fault really.
It's my wife's fault.
If you're single,
maybe you never wondered,
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