"FOR SALE" "Stop it!" "Someone could walk in." "No, it's too early." "Come on." "Leave me alone!" "No!" "Not my diary!" "It's mine!" "You can't read it!" "You're getting on my nerves, always writing things down." "I write everything that happens to me." "Madam wants to write her memoirs at the age of 20." "Fucking stupid..." "It's for a novel." "I don't wanna stay in a shitty scrap yard all my life." "You've changed your tune since last night." "Careful, there's a customer." "Miss, wait!" "It's a bargain." "A car almost intact for a grand." "But we can come to an agreement." "500 quid and a little something extra in kind." "Do you get me?" "Hey, you!" "Go away!" "This is our spot!" "A woman's chasing me with a gun!" "She killed my boyfriend!" "Give me that!" "What are you doing?" "I'm taking notes for my memoirs." "You're nuts!" "Come on, let's go girls!" "No!" "Don't shoot!" "I can't see her anymore." "Maybe she's gone." "No." "She knows we can recognize her now." "I'm scared." "Let's go find the cops." "There's a police station nearby." "I've been there before." "Viro?" "Viro, where are you?" "Toto!" "It's me!" "Fucking bitch!" "Let's go to the main road." "There are shops there." "I know people there." "We'll call the cops." "But it's gonna be dark soon!" "Come on!" "Run away." "Go down to the port and..." "What are you doing?" "Have you found something?" "You see son, I'm two months short of retiring." "So there you are." "It's your go." "I found this on the body of the scrap dealer who just got bumped off." "His visiting card maybe?" "That bird's completely nuts!" "Why is she taking pot shots at us like that?" "Three bullets in the tyre, can you believe it?" "I hope that nutter's gone now." "You don't think she'd have followed us here, do you?" "By the way, are you sure you don't know her?" "Come on, darling..." "If I knew her..." "I'd tell you." "No, either she's mistaking us for someone else or she's mentally ill." "Or she's simply one your conquests who wants her revenge." "Are you jealous?" "Stop it!" "Marc's on his way." "We've got at least an hour." "Come on..." "What's that?" "What if it's that crazy woman's car, the killer?" "Anyway, if it's a joke, it's not funny." "I'll go and look." "She's out there!" "We're stuck." "Is she alone?" "Yes." "And she shoots at anything." "Who do you think she's after?" "You or me?" "I think she's after me." "For God's sake!" "That car outside, I'm sure I've seen it before!" "Make an effort, try to remember!" "No, I don't know." "Where have I seen that American car?" "And Marc's coming to get this." "I hope he doesn't get shot." "Listen, we can't stay like this." "I'm going outside." "Come on!" "Show yourself!" "Say what you want!" "We haven't done anything to you!" "You must be mistaken!" "Come out!" "We'll discuss it!" "It looks like she's gone." "I don't understand." "Earlier she was shooting at us, now she's disappeared." "Or while we're here calling her, she's gone round and she's hiding inside waiting for us." "Come on, let's go back in." "See, there's no one here." "No..." "She's here, I can feel it." "I'm gonna ring Marc and tell him not to come." "No, let him come." "He'll be able to help us." "I'm not spending the night here with that nutter around." "Shit!" "No dialing tone!" "She's cut off the line." "I can smell trouble." "We're not gonna stay in this dump in the middle of nowhere." "You forget our car is two miles away with a flat tyre." "Never mind, we'll take hers." "Come on!" "Shit!" "She took the keys!" "Well, obviously..." "Why did she put it in front of the house?" "So that you remember, so that you know why she wants to kill you." "She can fuck off!" "I'm sure I've seen this car before..." "Let's wait for Marc inside." "Has he got a weapon?" "Of course!" "The three of us will manage." "Come on!" "You see, Sylvie, maybe we're just making a fuss." "Right now she must be miles away." "And she would have walked?" "No." "It doesn't make sense." "No." "If she's here, she'll be in the barn." "Maybe in the bedroom?" "You're right." "I'm gonna have a look." "Where is she?" "Where did she shoot from?" "Answer me!" "Everything's clear now..." "So, a year ago the car, it was you... wasn't it?" "And you came back for your revenge?" "On Marc and on myself." "How did you find us?" "I've been spying on you for weeks." "You and your friend Marc were to meet in this isolated house." "It will be your grave." "Robert, are you there?" "It's me, Marc!" "He's not coming to greet us." "He must be busy with Sylvie." "Who's that?" "His girlfriend." "Marc..." "We shouldn't go in." "Let's stay in the car instead." "Why?" "You're not scared, are you?" "I don't know, I've got this weird feeling." "If your friends were here, we could hear them." "They'd make some noise." "We'd see them at the windows." "This house gives you a feeling of desolation." "They're in each other's arms." "Come on, don't be silly." "I know it's late, and we're outside an isolated house in the countryside." "You were more fun earlier at the inn." "There was a bit of atmosphere there!" "It was full of country bumpkins." "This place brings bad luck." "Come on." "Robert?" "Robert, are you there?" "They must be upstairs." "Can you go get them?" "Why not just stay here together?" "What's wrong?" "In the meantime, we could do it." "I don't wanna go upstairs on my own." "Take me in your arms." "What's up with you?" "Now is not the time." "I want to be done with this quickly and go back to Paris." "The house is empty." "They didn't come." "It's impossible." "Robert wouldn't do that to me." "We've been working together for years." "He knows he'll get the money, I know he'll be here with the statuette." "Then something's happened." "If Robert and Sylvie were here, they'd hear us." "Unless..." "What do you mean?" "I mean..." "Maybe the police have heard about your little bit of art trafficking..." "Maybe your mates have been arrested." "Maybe we're gonna be arrested too any minute now." "Do something!" "That's too many "maybes" for my liking." "Who are you?" "Don't you recognize me?" "No." "Where is Robert?" "Really?" "Don't you remember a certain day, a year ago, when you were driving and Robert was next to you?" "That's enough." "Explain yourself." "Are you Robert's girlfriend?" "No." "I know Sylvie." "Who are you?" "It's the last time I'll ask you." "I am not." "What do people call you?" "People don't call me." "Kill her, Marc!" "She gives me the creeps." "What have you done with them?" "They're coming." "She's lying!" "Marc, look at her!" "I'm telling you, she's a nutter." "Look at her eyes." "She looks like a snake." "Shoot her!" "Stop it!" "If everybody with weird eyes had to be shot..." "You said Robert's coming back?" "He told me to give you this." "So that's your work of art?" "It looks like oxidized copper." "Have you not read The Maltese Falcon?" "No." "Have you not seen the film with Bogart?" "You scrape the surface and underneath, it's gold." "The purest gold." "Look at that." "This statuette has been on a thousand bloody journeys, from the heart of the great temple of Angkor Wat." "If you say so..." "Are you reassured now?" "Totally." "The money's outside in the car." "Wait, I don't trust her." "Don't give her the money." "She's shady, I don't like her." "We're staying in the living room until they come back." "If you want..." "But you might be waiting for a long time." "We'll wait as long as we need to." "We can spend the night here, can't we?" "Is there a bedroom?" "The upstairs room in the barn has been converted." "Don't leave her alone." "And keep the statuette with you." "Have you locked the car?" "Yes." "There's nothing to worry about." "Shall we have a drink?" "Marc!" "Monique!" "The killer left their signature." "It doesn't mean anything." "Do you think so?" "The bodies are multiplying." "We know the killer's a woman." "She leaves a miniature car next to the bodies." "But it doesn't mean anything?" "Crimes of a maniac." "I don't think so." "The car is a link between each murder." "And if there are any more, you'll see she leaves her signature every time." "As if for revenge." "Revenge to do with a car." "Well... maybe." "Come on, let's have a drink before forensics arrive." "I had another dream about that bloody green card." "There was a bird..." "A kind of crow." "It was staring at me through big green glasses." "And it was shouting, "I'll get you!"" "Then it flew away with a green card in its beak." "Bloody plant!" "A palm tree!" "I've been in New York for six months and all I've found to photograph is a palm tree!" "And Barbara, of course." "But it's not much..." "What do you mean, it's not much?" "Come on, Barbara." "You know I love taking pictures of you but a professional photographer must have loads of different models." "Is that why you're going back to Paris tomorrow to see that girl?" "Sort of." "I'm also flattered." "She saw one of my exhibitions two years ago and she really wants me to take pictures of her for her portfolio." "And you take the plane just to meet her and take a few pictures of her?" "First, there's the cheque." "And look... she's beautiful." "Anyway I've got no chance here." "No green card, no work." "Am I not as beautiful as the one in Paris?" "Am I not as exotic?" "Yes, you are the most beautiful and you know it." "Do the little African savage, OK?" "Come on, move!" "Pose!" "Come on, fiercer!" "Yes, that's it!" "Undulate!" "Arch yourself!" "Come on!" "Savage!" "Yes, yes!" "Obviously, I'm coming to Paris with you." "No way." "You know I like you a lot, but work comes first." "Come on!" "Where are you gonna live?" "In a photo studio near the Champs Elys..." "It was free so I rented it over the phone for a few days." "It's exactly like this one but with a little bedroom as well." "A bedroom for us?" "It's out of the question." "I'm going to Paris on my own." "You're staying here." "Already ten o'clock..." "She's late." "What am I gonna tell her?" "A girl I've never seen..." "I'm so nervous." "With that stupid jet lag, I'm all over the place." "Well..." "I'm Pascale." "It'll be our first session." "I work like a painter, you know." "I use various photographs, sketches..." "Drafts, basically." "Afterwards, we adjust the layout, we rearrange it." "Do you understand?" "Right." "This is our trial session." "We'll print contacts." "It's just to get to know you, to see you move, to feel you." "I'm gonna try to take you exactly as you are now." "Sensual..." "Enigmatic..." "Could you take your glasses off?" "I need to see your eyes." "Wait..." "Don't move." "No..." "It's too static." "Come here." "Let's try something else." "There." "But... it's not lively enough, you see?" "Come on, do something!" "You're like a dead person." "You're cold." "You're scaring me." "You're like death itself." "Yes..." "Like death itself." "No..." "I was joking." "Stop looking at me like that." "I don't want a zombie." "Can I smoke?" "Yes, whatever you want, as long as you move." "Coffee?" "Did I scare you?" "Sorry." "I'm Barbara, a friend of Pascale's." "Coffee?" "No sugar, please." "Right." "We're gonna do something different." "Barbara, could you get a few clothes out?" "We're gonna find you something." "No." "I never wear clothes that aren't mine." "Have you brought clothes with you?" "I want you to take a nude portrait of me." "For a model's portfolio, don't you prefer?" "Does nudity scare you?" "Maybe the human body unsettles you?" "A simple nude portrait, with nothing." "No make up, no setting, no accessories." "A still person." "Like a model posing for students at an art college." "Scared, me?" "I've spent my life getting naked in front of people!" "Do you want to see?" "She looks like a statue..." "A flesh statue." "Yes, I know." "I said that too." "Go and have your coffee." "That's it." "It'd be fun to take a picture like in a film." "In action, me and her." "Do you mind if we pose together?" "I'm the victim." "You're the executioner, the killer." "Yes, why not?" "That'd be fun, wouldn't it?" "Right, Barbara." "Come here." "There..." "Like this." "And..." "You..." "Come on..." "There." "Try and look terrified, Barbara." "I know it's just for fun but let's try and make it look real, at least." "What are you doing?" "Are you mad?" "Drop that knife!" "Pull yourself together..." "It's just... just an accident." ""Just an accident."" "That's weird, the camera's empty." "Maybe she'd taken a picture of the killer." "That's possible." "We'll never know." "Ever since it started, you don't seem to care!" "All these crimes with a signature of a toy car should fascinate you!" "You're retiring, don't you wanna finish on a high?" "I don't understand anymore." "Calm down, son." "You're still quite young." "When you've been in the job as long as me, you won't be so excited." "More supple!" "There..." "Hold out your hands towards the audience as if to implore them." "Arch yourself!" "Offer yourself!" "Good." "Let's start again." "Now you're a sacrificed priestess." "Your body's panting away." "It's moving thanks to the music." "Let yourself go." "Close your eyes." "Suddenly you're coming back to life." "You're a frenzied spinning top that's moving all over the place, like a rag doll!" "The sacrifice is taking place anyway!" "You don't exist anymore!" "You're dead!" "Not bad..." "I'm gonna make something of you." "I..." "I gave... everything." "Lf..." "If I've got to do this every night..." "I won't last!" "You've got to!" "On stage I want you to be a soulless animal." "Just a body that's moving, tightening, arching, breaking!" "What?" "I won't be your thing!" "I'm alive!" "I'm a woman." "Not a robot you can manipulate as you wish." "I'm not docile and obedient like the stupid dolls you drag around!" "You'll do as I say!" "Nobody's ever done that to me!" "Have you forgotten who I am?" "I've been a detective and a bodyguard." "My name's Sam." "As in Sam Spade." "That's enough." "Actually I'm expecting someone." "A dancer who might be more interesting than you." "She might replace you on stage." "Actually, there she is!" "Hello." "You're on time, I like that." "Follow me." "You can get ready over there." "I'll audition you right away." "I suppose you have your stage costume with you?" "You're not gonna hire that girl, are you?" "It's obvious she's not a professional!" "It's obvious she's not a professional!" "I like her." "And I'm gonna transform her into a true professional, as you say." "So you don't like me anymore?" "Oh, you know..." "We're gonna talk contracts." "Will you have dinner with me?" "I live on a boat." "Could you give me a lift there?" "Of course." "Go back with your car and don't wait for me." "You'll regret it, Sam!" "Yeah, yeah..." "Yeah, yeah..." "Sam!" "Quick, come with me!" "We're gonna get her!" "Sam!" "That's enough, stop it!" "I'm gonna get that bird!" "You don't get away with shooting at Sam Spade!" "I don't know who she is or what she wants but she won't get me easily." "I don't know who she is or what she wants but she won't get me easily." "Careful!" "She's gonna shoot at us!" "Shall we both shoot or shall we call it truce and sort this out?" "Who are you?" "Why are you trying to kill me?" "It's a car." "A miniature car." "I think I can remember." "It was a year ago, wasn't it?" "I think I can remember." "It was a year ago, wasn't it?" "Sam!" "You bitch!" "Hello?" "Hi, Christian." "Yes, you can come, everybody's gone." "Late?" "You're joking..." "In that case, that's true, it's not your fault." "Yes, the offices are empty, we've got the whole building to ourselves." "Don't worry, I've got everything." "Scotch, whisky... and me." "Don't worry, I've got everything." "Scotch, whisky... and me." "One hour?" "OK, it gives me time to get ready." "I'm gonna be so sexy, you have no idea." "Don't be too long though." "There's something weird..." "I'm a bit worried." "There's something weird..." "I'm a bit worried." "It's just this old American car parked in the street." "It looks like the one from a year ago." "Do you remember that story I told you?" "Yes, I feel a bit guilty." "Yes, I feel a bit guilty." "Right, hurry up..." "Yes, see you in a bit." "Yes, if anything happens, I'll escape through the second exit." "Love you." "Hurry up, I want you..." "Bye." "I'll wait for Christian in the cafe I'm not staying here on my own." "I'll wait for Christian in the cafe I'm not staying here on my own." "What's going on?" "No dialing tone." "This crappy place..." "I need some light, anything, or I'm gonna go mad!" "The oil lamp!" "If there's some oil in it..." "Let's not panic." "Christian's coming in less than half an hour." "Let's not panic." "Christian's coming in less than half an hour." "I forgot, I can get out the other side." "I'm gonna wait for Christian in the next street." "Help!" "Come and help me!" "I'm locked in!" "I'm locked in!" "Can we help you?" "Are you OK?" "Usually it's only locked at weekends." "Someone's lowered them today." "I don't know why." "I'm scared!" "I think there's someone here!" "Shall we go and get help?" "A locksmith maybe?" "My boyfriend was meant to come, he's still not here." "My boyfriend was meant to come, he's still not here." "Isn't there a guard or a secretary with the keys?" "Of course, silly me." "The caretaker at No 126 has a copy." "He cleans the place on Saturdays." "No 126." "Let's go!" "We'll be back." "Don't worry." "There you go." "You're free." "I've been silly." "I scared myself." "Christian's gonna be here in less than an hour." "Not even 40 minutes." "Thanks again." "I forgot my bag." "Thank you." "Let's take the key back." "Christian!" "You bastard!" "You scared me!" "You were scared on your own!" "It's the American car, I recognize it." "It's the same one as a year ago." "Are you getting obsessed again?" "I'm so ashamed of what happened." "Yes, you wake up at night screaming." "It must be a different one." "I was such a coward on that day." "Listen." "You were driving without a license, it was your dad's car, and you couldn't stop." "Just kiss me." "I forgot my bag again." "Hurry up." "I'll wait downstairs." "OK." "Was it you, that car a year ago?" "I've had so many regrets." "I've been such a coward." "Are you gonna kill me?" "Please, don't let me suffer!" "Shoot then!" "Quick!" "Take it easy, love." "You're safe now." "Just tell me who shot you." "It's her." "The car woman." "Don't speak." "Don't waste your energy." "I know you'll be able to recognize her." "She used to live here." "Where is she now?" "I'll find her." "Her car will be her downfall." "Hers and her accomplice's." "She can't have acted on her own." "Someone in the shadows is protecting her." "I don't speak English very well." "Lisa, would you mind helping this young lady?" "Listen, she's got a solid gold statue in her car boot." "She wants us to go and see it now." "She's leaving France tomorrow." "It's time to close, isn't it?" "Let's go with her." "You never know." "If she's in a hurry, we might be able to conclude an interesting deal." "No, let's stay together." "We don't know her after all." "I've got a weapon in my bag." "She seems harmless anyway." "No, wait." "I don't want to go." "Why?" "Does the car scare you?" "It's an old American one." "It's the same one!" "The same one as a year ago." "Do you remember?" "On the little B road?" "It's impossible!" "We'd just acquired a batch of masks." "A guy who was ruined." "An exceptional deal." "Oh, yeah..." "I remember." "You were keen to go home to examine them." "There was a car just like this one on the road." "Probably an accident that had just happened." "And the bodies..." "Oh, my God." "The bodies of the two drivers were motionless..." "Just lying there." "Probably dead." "We didn't stop." "We didn't even look at each other." "We didn't say a word." "You just accelerated and we drove on..." "Like thieves." "Like cowards, murderers." "And there she is, coming back like a ghost." "To get her revenge." "Probably revenge on... on all the cowards who didn't stop to help her." "It's got to be a coincidence." "Even if it was her, she can't prove anything, can she?" "No, I..." "I can't be a coward again." "I'm going." "I want to know." "It's you, isn't it?" "How did you find me?" "I wrote down the registration numbers of the cars that didn't stop." "It took me months to gain the trust of the prefecture employee, to get the drivers' names from him, to track them down." "And who's the guy in the car?" "Is he your friend?" "He pulled through." "But in what state." "Yes, and he knows you're going to die." "But you can't kill us for a moment's cowardice." "Lisa!" "Your mission is over." "You'll get the rest of the money later." "I'll meet you at the agreed place in one hour." "This is what you've become because of all these people." "She was the last one." "Your suffering is over." "You want to die." "I avenged you." "I love you." "I'm yours." "Forever." "Miss..." "Miss!" "Can you hear me?" "Is that your old American car back there?" "Sir!" "That's her, that's the girl!" "I saw her car this morning!" "As soon as I heard your appeal, I called in." "Will I get the reward?" "Yes." "Pop in the police station on Saturday." "Now go, come on!" "It's gonna get nasty!" "Yes, you guessed it all." "Look." "She bumped off her friend." "The body's still in the car." "She's gone crazy." "She's not in her right mind." "Where she'll be locked up, the money won't be of any use to her." "We were a good team, you and I. You were my friend." "We still are a good team." "We're mates." "Half the money for you, OK?" "Look, she's lost her marbles!" "She's a nutter!" "Nobody's gonna believe her story." "Nobody!" "Just look at her!" "By a clear stream" "I went for a walk" "I found the water so clear" "That I had to swim there" "Sing, nightingale, sing" "You have a happy heart" "You have a heart for laughter" "I have one for tears" "I've loved you for a long time" "Never will I forget you"