Roberto Succo

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This film is based

on real-life events.

Five years later

So, what do you do?

- Sales rep.

- What in?

Gadgets. Perfume...

You do business

- Cartier watch?

- Let's see.

You can have the lot for a grand.

You're not French.

Are you Dutch?

Coming?

See those lights?

That's Mont Faron. Been there?

No.

It's pretty.

I used to live there.

- How old are you?

- 16. And you?

Lea, I love you.

It got away. I wanted to kill it.

Did you notice my new car?

Yes.

- Do you like it?

- Yes.

It plays CDs too.

Did you buy it?

F*** you!

Son of a b*tch! Arsehole!

D*ckhead!

- I want you to stay here.

- Why?

You can watch the car for me.

You're not smoking.

Why have you got Algerian cigarettes?

You'd make a good detective.

Go on, tell me.

I did a mission in Algeria.

Really, what for?

Scotland Yard sent me.

Come off it,

you're not even English.

Why do you say that?

You don't sound English.

What am I then?

Italian.

Well, am I right?

- Italian stock.

- What does that mea n?

Rome, Florence, Milan...

I don't know Italy.

- Venezia.

- You're from Venice?

Yes.

You know the Friuli earthquake?

No.

I remember it as a child.

We felt it at home.

The walls shook, like this...

- I bet you were a beautiful child.

- Of course.

My dad had a uniform

and I'd take his...

Stripes.

I'd put them on.

I felt proud.

Why did he have stripes?

Sottotenente.

What's that?

The police.

Italy's a shithole.

I'm not going back.

The camorra, the mafia...

Italy's awful.

Are you okay?

Here, a present for you.

What for?

- I'm leaving tomorrow.

- Where to?

I'm going home to Annecy.

Look, it's a popple.

It turns into an animal.

I don't want it.

I hate fur and animals.

- It's not real.

- I got you a present too.

- What is it?

- It's at home.

I said I can't go there.

Come on.

You've got so much.

- Haven't you?

- No.

My flat is great.

I've got a bed with white sheets...

It's like a cloud.

No one lives here?

Just me.

The whole building's mine.

Sit down.

Close your eyes.

Open them.

Like it?

Yes. Thanks.

Wait a second.

I want to keep your voice.

Press here and speak.

- What should I say?

- Anything.

Turn a round.

You're crackers from 7 in the evening

until 8 in the morning

and then you're okay.

What's "crackers"?

Mad...

You're "crackers" too, at 8:10.

You're crackers from 7 pm to 8 am,

so we're a good match.

It's Donald Duck.

Wipe it off.

- Whose make-up is it?

- A girl lived here.

- Where is she?

- Gone.

- What's her name?

- Laurence.

- Is she pretty?

- Yes, very.

Talk, dark, with beautiful eyes...

Did it last long?

A year.

Do you still love her?

No, it's over... Divorced.

I don't believe you.

Reading Stendhal?

You should too.

"The Red and the Black" is our story.

What time is it?

Nearly nine.

I have to go

before Sylvia grasses on me.

What's "grasses"?

- She might tell on me.

- Tell what?

I had to swear not to see you.

Why?

Marco says you're too crazy for me.

Why did he say that?

I want you to stay all night.

I have to go.

I don't want you to go.

Stay with me.

You're crushing me...

Marco's a f***er. He's dishonest.

He still owes me money.

I could crush him with one hand.

He's your cousin,

but I don't want to see him.

What's this scar?

A fight. Some queer who was after me.

That's pretty.

St Christopher. He protects me.

Can you turn the light off?

I've never made love before.

I can dye your hair

and we can vanish.

Look... My secret agent ID.

I'll get you fake papers,

we'll leave.

Major Thomas.

The witness found the body at 6:15

when he came for his car.

It's Fayolle, an officer from Annecy.

His holster was empty.

- Anything else?

- A shot a round six.

I'd say he died instantly,

shot in the throat.

We found a 22-calibre rifle slug.

Fayolle's wife

says he had his gun with him.

- What was it?

- A large-bore.

- What model?

- A police-issue Beretta.

- Where are you?

- Here.

- Who is it, Lea?

- It's for me.

Let's go.

- A new car?

- Don't you like it?

The back window' s broken.

Some Arabs tried to rob me.

Look, I was wounded here.

And here.

Who looked after you?

The hospital.

You're my first time.

Of course! Like hell I am.

I'm not lying, it's true.

Come on, you've had other girls.

You can tell me. I'm not jealous.

There are others

but I can't make love to them.

I think of you too much.

Kurt!

Let's go back, I'm cold!

I'm never cold!

I need oil, I've broken down.

Sorry, I've run out.

Open the boot!

Open the boot!

Hurry!

- Get in!

- I can't, I've got a bad knee!

Hurry up!

I can't...

- Give me the keys!

- I'm lying on them!

The keys!

Show me how it works!

Show me how the gears work!

- First...

- The gears, come on!

Second... Reverse...

The windows!

You have to start it up.

Switch them off!

Switch the head lights off!

Sorry to bother you.

Can I look round?

Do you always park here?

Yes.

Didn't you not ice anything odd

prior to your wife's disappearance?

No, nothing.

Not even a detail

that seemed trivial?

This is probably not connected

but Frangoise said she'd given

a glass of water to a young man.

- She didn't say more?

- No.

I'm afraid it was my fault,

I didn't ask.

May I take one?

Go a head.

In theory, your wife was kidnapped

before her piano class, around 10:30.

The neighbours

claim they heard nothing

and there's no sign of a struggle

near the chalet.

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