Le Havre Page #4

- Run!

- Listen, you!

You'll be in trouble.

Idrissa has disappeared.

- I checked your home, too.

- When?

This morning. I was in my shop.

Calm down. I'll find him.

Good afternoon, Laika.

Where's Idrissa?

- You been crying?

- No.

Good. It won't help.

Greetings from your grandfather.

He's well and told you to obey me.

He stressed that.

One moment.

Enter.

Marcel,

you mustn't see me like this.

Like what?

So thin and ugly.

You've said you hate thin women.

Ones who don't appreciate food.

Thin is even better.

How come?

For example, clothes take less fabric.

In a small car, you've room for more.

So you'd like more wives?

You want to misunderstand me.

Chocolate?

There you see.

You're truthful? It's not serious?

I wouldn't deceive you.

If you say so.

More than that.

I promise.

But now the treatments begin

and I must be alone.

I must not see anyone.

Not even me?

Especially not you.

You upset my equilibrium.

Would that be bad?

Extremely bad.

Come back in two weeks.

And when you come,

bring me my yellow dress.

The one I wore in La Rochelle.

Remember?

I remember.

But according to St. Matthew 12.

We're not unanimous.

St. Luke says

the kingdom of heaven is happy

and the gates open for the innocent.

But Christ returned onto Earth.

Good afternoon, Inspector.

Good afternoon, Mr. Prefect.

Please sit down.

The press follows this case closely.

It is imperative

that we progress quickly.

Yes, Mr. Prefect.

You have a long career.

Very long.

You are our best crime investigator.

Deliver the boy to the authorities.

The sooner, the better. For all of us.

I understand, Mr. Prefect.

Good bye, Mr. Prefect.

Go inside.

A certain Marcel Marx lives nearby.

Tell me about him.

With pleasure. One of my best customers.

Regular as clockwork.

Won't let an unpaid bill keep him awake.

Wife in the hospital?

Yes. Poor woman.

I heard there's no hope.

How does Marx take it?

Crushed. Puts on a brave face.

Anyone else with him?

No one. Just a dog. Poor beast.

Misses her mistress.

Thank you.

I only did my duty. I love the society.

Won't you buy something

Inspector?

A pineapple-

A pineapple it is.

A calvados.

Leave.

Evening, Henri.

For me?

No.

I heard about your husband.

My condolences.

Why?

He was a fatalist.

I put him behind bars.

That's what cops do.

He would've died anyway.

What do you want?

Marcel Marx. You care about him?

Yes.

Very much.

In the distance

a train rolled into view.

All compartments were lit;

the Windows cranked down.

We began to sing a ditty, we all wanted to sing.

We sang faster than the train ran.

We waved our arms,

voices were not enough,

We ended up in a pleasant throng

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