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Shall we go have a little drink?

- I've got work to do.

- Don't refuse. You'll hurt my feelings.

Leave us alone, will you?

There's never an opener around.

You're well-equipped, I see.

Nice suit you got yourself there.

What's it made of?

Fox.

That's a good one.

It's just the right size.

Fits you like a glove, huh?

What size do you think

this guy would wear?

Forty-two.

- When did you buy this nice suit?

- This morning.

- Is your tailor still around?

- Maybe. Is it important?

You think I leave

my office just to stretch my legs?

- What did he do?

- Just little things. You want details?

No, just showing an interest.

Making conversation.

I appreciate it.

- You know where I can find The Roller?

- Haven't seen him for a week.

- No idea where your tailor is either?

- I only met him once. We're not close.

This is becoming annoying.

Very annoying.

You know, when I'm annoyed,

I get very jumpy.

The smallest thing

sets me off, and then...

...I can get downright nasty

sometimes.

I even overstep my authority.

It's terrible, this violence

that lurks deep down inside us all.

This irrational, devastating violence.

The only way

I can calm down...

...is to take it out

on someone else.

The first person who happens

to cross my path.

Life is tough, very tough.

I swear I don't know this guy.

He sold me his suit. That's all.

The Roller's taken him under his wing.

- And where is The Roller?

- I don't know.

Really.

I'll try to find out, okay?

- I promise to do my best.

- That's the way.

And I promise to do all I can

to control my jumpy nerves.

Want another drink?

Okay, you've had enough to drink.

Time to pay up. I have to close now.

- Pardon me.

- Sh*t!

Can't you be more careful?

I'm really sorry.

Your nose is bleeding.

What the hell

are you doing here anyway?

I got lost.

You're already asleep?

I want you to meet...

What's your name?

Helena.

Fred.

I'm Jean-Louis.

- You want something to drink? Whiskey?

- Thank you.

What do you do

for a living, Fred?

I'm starting a band.

Interesting.

Thank you.

You're the lead singer, I suppose.

I can't sing.

I had an accident

when I was a kid.

A car accident.

My father was driving.

He bet he could make it

under a truck with his sedan.

He won the bet.

I spent five hours in surgery...

...and five months in the hospital.

Five years without uttering a word.

The accident

was on my fifth birthday.

Strange, huh?

The law of numbers.

Fives across the board.

I've loved birthdays

ever since that day.

I'm out of here. Your life story

is depressing the sh*t out of me!

Don't you ever go to the movies?

- Sure.

- Then reach for the sky!

I'm glad to see you.

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