♪ ♪
-(truck engine running) -(machinery creaking)
(objects clattering)
(objects clattering and crashing)
(clattering and crashing continues)
-(machinery creaking) -(man speaking indistinctly)
♪ ♪
(man speaking indistinctly)
(dog barking)
What happens with the town after we clean it up? - They rebuild it.
And the people, they all come back?
Most of them, yeah. It's crazy.
I don't think Americans like to change.
I don't think the tornado cares what Americans like.
WOMAN (over speaker): Thank you for making my Sonic your Sonic.
My name is McKayla. How can I help you tonight?
I need a Footlong Cheese Coney with mustard and onions,
large Tots and a large Cherry Limeade.
(door closes)
ANTHONY SULLIVAN (over TV): We're on the road showing
real people the stain-fighting power of OxiClean.
(quietly): Thank you, Lord, for this and many other blessings.
Please keep a watchful eye over Ally.
In Jesus' name. Amen.
RAY ROMANO (over TV): Do you know how annoying that is?
Not to mention you could blow out your eye that way.
(studio audience laughing)
♪ ♪
(low chatter)
♪ ♪
- MAN: Where you from? - BILL: Stillwater.
Who's the last drilling company you worked for?
- ITA. - Why'd you quit?
Operator dropped the rig. We stacked.
I got laid off six months ago.
What are you doing now?
I work construction.
But it's been slow since the rig's been down.
I've been doing cleanup after that tornado by Shawnee.
Getting after it.
(country rock music playing over speakers)
(engine and music stop)
Hey, Sharon.
Let me finish this page.
One more page.
Thank you for this food and for all that is good in this world.
Keep Allison in your watchful eye.
- Amen. - Amen.
You get hired out yet?
Nope. (sighs)
Had an interview this morning.
Got a call from your mother a few days ago.
She moved to Tampa.
She ask for money or some shit?
No.
She asked about you.
You should call her sometime.
I got enough I'm dealing with here.
Did you pick up my car registration?
Yeah.
I got it at home.
Spent all morning waiting for it.
Got it online.
Everything's online.
Can't get a real human being if you try.
Didn't stop them from charging me $23.
I'll pay it.
That's not what I meant.
I know.
♪ ♪
SHARON: There's a bag of things
by the front door for you to take.
And an envelope of photos in on her desk.
Those are important.
♪ ♪
WOMAN: Okay, you have two stopovers,
the first in Atlanta, the second in Frankfurt.
- You're at gate 22. - Thank you.
♪ ♪
(jet engine whooshing)
Ladies and gentlemen, we've begun our descent to Marseille Provence Airport, Cote d'Azur.
We hope you enjoyed the flight.
♪ ♪
(electronic bell dings)
I just need your signature please.
(computer beeps)
- You are with us for two weeks? - Yes, ma'am.
Thanks.
Here's your key. Room 156.
Thank you, ma'am.
Welcome back, Mr. Baker.
Hey.
-(ball bouncing) -(girl speaking French)
Oh, pardon.
Merci.
(continues speaking French)
(lock beeps)
(music playing faintly in distance)
(women laughing and chattering in distance)
-(music continues loudly) -(women laughing)
Hey. Hey.
Y'all mind keeping it down? I'm trying to sleep.
- The music. - Hein?
-(speaking French) -(laughing)
- No-no English. -(speaking French)
- No speak English. -(laughing)
Yeah, all right.
Hey, good night.
(both laughing)
(lock clicks)
(bell tolling in distance)
-♪ ♪ -(birds chirping)
- Bonjour. - Baker.
♪ ♪
It's good.
(quiet chatter)
MAN (calling out): Salim, neuf.
Moussa, dix.
Baker, onze.
(keys jangling)
Merci.
- Hey, baby girl. -(chuckles) Hey, Dad.
You look good.
(chuckles): Thanks.
(sighs) How was the flight?
Okay.
You doing all right?
- I'm okay, yeah. - Good.
Good. You got some laundry for me?
Yeah. Some.
I'll get it done.
They gave us two more visiting days.
The next one's, uh, Friday, 2:00 p.m.
How's Gram?
She's good.
Still got the oxygen tank.
Still got plenty of opinions. (chuckles softly)
Miss her.
She bought you everything you wanted.
Uh, we got you a extra pair of socks
and, uh, good new pair of sneakers.
Thanks.
Uh, Gram said that she was giving you some photos for me.
Ah, shit. I forgot them.
Oh, just bring them next time.
No, I mean I forgot them at home in Stillwater.
Sorry.
Doesn't matter.
I got you, uh, a Cowboys sweatshirt at the airport.
They're gonna be good this year.
They got this big ol' tight end out of Guthrie.
Takes about three guys to bring him down.
He gonna go pro for sure.
Cool.
You still working at the library?
No, I quit.
Um, Dad, I need you to do something.
I need you to get that to Leparq,
make sure she reads it.
- Okay? - Wh-What is it?
It's-it's a letter. Just give it to her.
- Yeah, yeah. -The-the address is on the envelope, okay?
Yeah, okay.
But are you good?
Dad, please.
I'll do it today.
I'll make sure she reads it.
(chuckles softly) Okay.
Mind if we pray a bit?
Yeah, sure, Dad.
(sighs)
Thank you, Lord,
for bringing us together on this blessed day and
thank you for keeping a watchful eye on Allison.
♪ ♪
Mr. Baker.
I'm sorry you had to wait, but Maître Leparq
is not coming back to the office today.
I'll come back tomorrow, then. Thank you, ma'am.
Mr. Baker, she's in court all week.
Why don't you give me your letter
and I will make sure she gets it.
Can't do that. Thank you, ma'am.
- As you wish. -(phone ringing)
- Bonjour. - Hey.
(lock beeps)
(door opens, closes)
You locked out?
Quoi?
Key. You got a key?
Ah, euh, non.
(speaks French)
(sighs): Come on, let's go get it.
Come on. I'm gonna get you a new key.
GIRL: Bell?
BILL: Bill.
Beal?
Closer.
What's your name?
- Hmm? - You.
Maya.
Maya. Ah, that's nice.
Ç'est quoi?
It's a tattoo.
-(Maya speaks French) - Hmm?
(Maya repeats French)
Oh, it's a eagle.
- Eagle? - Eagle.
Bald eagle. America.
(speaks French)
Yeah, and I got a skull with a knife going through it.
(woman whispers in French)
- Merci. - BILL: Thank you, ma'am.
(woman speaks French)
-(busy chatter) - MAN: Merci.
- Thank you. -(coin clinks)
Afternoon. I'm looking for, uh, for that person, Maître Leparq.
♪ ♪
(quiet chatter in French)
Ms. Leparq?
- Mr. Baker? - Yes, ma'am.
I just need a few minutes of your time.
Letter from my daughter.
LEPARQ: I'm sorry, Mr. Baker,
but I cannot honor your daughter's request.
Why's that?
Mr. Baker, a judge will not reopen this case
based on hearsay.
This is not possible.
Okay.
We have exhausted every possible legal action.
This letter tells me that your daughter
has not accepted her sentence.
And she must.
Do you understand?
Yes, ma'am.
I must go.
I have a full day.
Can I get that letter back?
As you wish.
- Thank you. - Mr. Baker,
there's a time for hope and there's a time for acceptance.
The last thing you want to give your daughter is false hope.
That could make her situation very dire.
Do you understand?
Yes, ma'am.
♪ ♪
(lock beeps)
(knock on door)
Hello.
Hey.
Uh, thank you for helping my daughter Maya yesterday.
I was a little bit late coming back.
It's, uh, you know, we're between apartments,
and we don't have electricity at our new place.
So...
Sorry, I...
I don't speak English.
Oh, yes.
The balcony. Yeah.
Um, well, my-my English came back to me.
Uh, I'm-I'm sorry for the loud noise.
It's because of my girlfriend Nedjma.
She's a bad influence on me.
I'm, uh, Virginie. (chuckles softly)
I'm Bill.
Hello, Bill.
You're in Marseille for vacation?
Uh, visiting my daughter.
It's cool.
Well, hopefully we're only here for one or two more days,
but if you need anything, you know, we're next door.
Thank you, ma'am.
Thank you. Bye, Bill.
VIRGINIE: "Dear Maître Leparq,
"I'm writing to you because I was contacted by
"Dr. Patrick Okonedo,
"uh, chief of the outreach program
"I was involved in at university.
"Patrick was approached by a student
"who met a guy named Akim at a party.
"She was told he had stabbed a girl years ago
"and got away with it.
It must be the same Akim who killed Lina."
You're the father of the girl, the-the American student?
Yes, ma'am.
Um...
"H-His DNA must be compared
"to the unknown DNA found on the crime scene.
"I, uh, I beg you to investigate,
"to talk to Mr. Okonedo and to the student.
"I am innocent of this crime,
"and I have no one else to assist me.
"My grandmother can no longer make the trips to Marseille,
"and you know my father.
"I cannot trust him with this.
"He's not capable.
"Please do not abandon me in this horrible place.
"I have lost five years of my life,
"and I still have four to go.
Sincerely, Allison Baker."
♪ ♪
I'm sorry.
Appreciate your help.
Please don't say anything to anybody about this.
Oui, bien sûr.
(door opens, closes)
♪ ♪
(phone ringing)
(door opens)
Mr. Baker. Please, this way.
So, how can I help you?
Well, I want to see Mrs. Leparq about the case.
Maître Leparq is not available today.
There's a new lead.
This guy...
was talking at a party about the murder.
- Mr. Baker... -So somebody needs to talk to this teacher,
this guy, Patrick Okonedo.
We need to hear what he has to say.
Mr. Baker, Maître Leparq was very clear with you yesterday.
She cannot pursue this case.
But if you wish to pursue a further investigation,
we can recommend this.
It's a list of private detectives you can engage.
No, I don't want, I don't want a detective.
We have worked with the people on this list,
and they're all very capable.
I don't care how capable they are. I don't want...
- I'm circling the names that you can... -Stop circling that.
- My daughter's in fucking jail. -(pen clatters on floor)
I don't need some fucking list.
Euh, ça va?
Oui, oui, ça va, oui.
Merci.
As you want.
Fuck this.
♪ ♪
(machines whirring)
Merci, Sybille.
- Hey. Mm. - Hi.
- You good? - Yeah, I'm good, I'm good.
Let you out a bit late today. They shouldn't do that.
You know they're gonna call you back in on time.
It's okay. It happens sometimes.
- I did your laundry. - Thanks.
Um, did you give my letter to Leparq?
Yeah, of course.
And what'd she say?
Well, uh, she told me what you wrote about Akim
- and the girl at the party. - And what'd she say?
Well, she said, you know,
she works on a lot of these cases...
Dad.
Is she gonna investigate it or not?
Just tell me.
Yeah, she's gonna look into it.
Really?
She said that?
She said she's gonna look into it?
That's right.
I told her how strongly you felt about it.
Does she need me to do anything?
No. She said she just needs some time, and, uh...
She did say, uh, she didn't want to make any promises.
She-she didn't want to give you any false hope
- or nothing like that. - No, no, no, no, no.
But that's-that's still great.
Akim exists.
He killed Lina.
I know.
- I know that. -(chuckles)
You have no idea how many times
I-I wrote and then rewrote that letter.
(chuckles): Oh, my God.
Well, it worked.
(chuckles): Yeah.
Maybe God answered our prayers.
Thank you, Dad.
Thank you so much.
(Allison sobbing)
♪ ♪
Excuse me, ma'am.
Bill Baker. Called about a list.
One moment please.
BILL: I don't know how much you remember
about the case, but Allison came here for college,
and that's where she met this girl, Lina.
Allison and Lina were... together,
and one night they got in a big fight,
and Allison went to a bar.
That's where she met this Akim guy.
And they had some drinks.
He stole her purse, and...
when Allison got home, she found Lina dead
and called the police.
And they never could find this Akim.
He's the one who killed Lina.
What do you think?
Mm-hmm.
You speak English, right?
English?
Yes. I am.
(whispers): Fuck.
Give me back the letter.
♪ ♪
(doorbell buzzes)
MAN (calls out): Mr. Baker.
Please.
My office.
I was in service at the time of this case.
In the police.
Have you talked to this Okonedo?
- The professor. - No, sir.
I see why your lawyer doesn't want to help.
Some kid at a party hears gossip about a murder.
Maybe she remembers this famous case.
Why now? It was five years ago.
That's... that's how long my kid's been in jail, five years.
Does she know we are meeting?
Your kid.
No, sir.
Are you rich, Mr. Baker?
No, sir.
This is a DNA case.
It means two steps.
First, I look for the young man.
That will not be easy.
People will talk. He will try to disappear.
Then, if I find this Akim,
I have to get a sample of his DNA
and use my connections in the police to test it
against the DNA from the crime scene.
How much?
$12,000?
Euros.
Thank you for your time.
Mr. Baker.
Do you believe your daughter is innocent?
I know she is.
Then maybe it's not so much to see her go free.
♪ ♪
(lock beeps)
(mouse clicks)
- Excuse me, ma'am. - Yes?
- Ask you a question, please? - Yes, of course.
I'm just too much of a dumbass to figure this out on my own.
I don't speak French.
Uh, how can I help you?
I'm looking for a guy,
uh, who works here.
♪ ♪
...the Anthropocene, proposes men as the driving force to which...
- Oui? - Sorry to interrupt.
Do you speak English?
(students chuckling)
I do.
Looking for Patrick Okonedo.
You've found him.
-(students chuckling) - Have a seat please.
That's all right. I'll wait outside.
No, no, please. Join the party.
(students chuckling)
Go on.
So, this new era comes with the depletion of resources...
...strong climate instability, a degradation of the biosphere...
...because of the acceleration in the extension of life expectancy...
It's impressive, huh?
It's the kind of office a PhD will get you.
Mint tea.
I want to talk to the girl you told Allison about
from the party.
Yes. I assumed as much.
To be honest, I've always felt guilty about what happened.
I should've warned Allison.
Warned her? About what?
Well, I knew Allison and Lina were sleeping together,
but I had no idea Lina had moved in with her.
I try to not be cynical about these type of relationships--
poor girl from the ghetto, rich American student--
but then I end up being guilty of naivete.
Allison grew up poor.
She isn't rich.
Educated.
There is a lot of resentments towards the cultural elite.
But I'm sure you're aware of that.
What about the girl from the party?
- My student? - Yeah.
Her name is Souad.
She's from the outreach program,
the same one Lina and Allison
were involved with when they met.
And she heard some guy talking about Lina's murder?
This is what she told me.
Could I talk to her?
She'll talk to you, yes.
I'll give you her phone number.
Souad doesn't speak English very well.
You will need someone to translate.
Oh, could you do that for me?
No, I'd rather not.
(paper rips)
I'm still running the outreach program.
I cannot be associated with you.
Or your daughter, after what happened.
Whatever my personal opinion may be.
My daughter's innocent.
♪ ♪
I wish you good luck.
-(busy chatter) -(robot beeping)
BILL: Hey, Patricia, afraid I need some help again.
I'm supposed to attend a very special birthday tomorrow,
and I lost the address.
♪ ♪
(doorbell buzzes)
VIRGINIE (over intercom): Bonjour?
BILL: Hi. It's Bill Baker.
Pardon?
- Bill, from the hotel. - Ah, Bill.
Yeah, I was stopping by. Sorry to...
(door buzzes)
- Uh, last floor. - All right.
Hi, Bill.
Hey, Maya.
I got something for you.
It's a robot.
(Maya gasps)
A Robot! Mom, Bill brought me a robot!
Can I open it? - Of course!
- Hi. - Hi. Sorry to intrude.
No, it's okay. Come in.
Um, I have some friends over.
Oh.
How did you find us?
Oh, the lady at reception gave me your address
'cause there's this girl I need to call,
but she don't speak English, and it's kind of personal.
Ah, you want me to make the call for you. Is that right?
Yes, ma'am, but I'll come back another time.
No, it's fine. Uh, just come in.
Just let me grab my phone.
Come.
Everyone, this is Bill.
-(others greeting) - Hey.
VIRGINIE: Bill, this is, uh,
the crème de la crème of the Marseille theater scene.
(others chuckling)
This will take five minutes. - Is this break of what?
VIRGINIE: Ouais.
Uh, we're doing this, uh, mask exercise.
- All right. - Yeah.
Excuse the mess.
This is going to be my office, but we're still moving in.
Have a seat.
So, who am I calling?
Um...
the girl from the letter.
- Ah, it's about the case? - Yes, ma'am.
I want to meet with her.
Is the lawyer not helping you?
Uh, doing it myself for now.
Oh. Wow.
Okay. Um...
Maya, please turn on the light, darling.
- Oui. - Um... (sighs)
(light switch clicking)
It's broken again. - No, again?
But, yes, look. - Oh crap.
What a great deal, I got this place
through this friend of mine.
I fell in love with this view, but, uh, has a few defects.
Probably just a circuit breaker.
I could look at it if you want.
- Yeah. You know how to do that? - Yes, ma'am.
Well, that would be great.
Souad? Souad?
Oui, bonjour. Souad?
Bonjour.
(speaking French)
...Bill Baker.
Bill Baker... (continues speaking French)
Oh, non.
Oh no! My robot's foot fell off.
Let me see. Let me see.
(Virginie continues speaking French)
- ROBOT: ♪ Hey ♪ - Cool.
-♪ Sexy lady... ♪ -(music stops)
(Virginie continues speaking French)
I didn't know it did that.
Mom, my robot is already broken. No, see.
I'm on the phone.
(Virginie continues speaking French)
That-that goes on easy. Hold on. There you go.
Looks good. Oh, what good is a robot that can't stand up?
VIRGINIE: Merci beaucoup.
Au revoir.
Okay. She agrees to see you tomorrow at 6:00.
All right.
Um, she was nice.
Bit shy.
So how are you gonna talk to her if you don't speak French?
Well, that's a fair question.
I'll figure it out.
Okay.
Well, I could come and translate if you need.
You sure?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, Maya has art class, so if you come here at 5:30,
then we take my car.
Appreciate it.
Uh, you show me where that fuse box is,
I'll work on that breaker for you.
No, it's okay.
You don't have to do that.
Oh, non, non.
Just give me that damn thing. I-- Come on. Now, he lost an arm. And the foot.
♪ ♪
MAYA: Bill!
Bye, Bill!
Bye.
♪ ♪
VIRGINIE: I have to confess, uh, I went online and I read
about Allison's case.
It was a big story at the time.
I mean, the-the press was ferocious, no?
Y-You say "f-ferocious"?
- Yes, ma'am, we say that. - Yeah?
-(motorcycle engine roars) - Putain. (sighs)
Dumbass.
Yeah, people-- they don't know how to drive
in this fucking town.
It's a crazy place, Marseille.
But I still prefer it to Paris.
You know, people actually talk to each other here.
And plus, it's cheaper.
And why did Allison come here for school?
I'm curious.
- Don't know. - No?
Yeah, she was going to Oklahoma State.
She just called me up one day, said,
"I'm going to France," to here.
She's independent.
Yes, ma'am. Always been.
Are you close?
Well, you read her letter.
And where is her mother?
She passed.
Killed herself.
Allison was raised by her grandmother mostly.
I wasn't around much.
Where were you?
Working oil rigs and...
being a fuckup when I wasn't.
It's not easy being a single parent.
I often work at night, and Maya, she gets really upset.
- What do you do? - I'm an actress.
- Oh, on TV? - No.
Theater.
Do you go to theater?
No, ma'am.
- Never? - No, ma'am.
Okay.
BILL: Uh, thank y'all for talking to me.
(Virginie translating in French)
So, this guy that she met at the party, Akim--
uh, anything she could tell us about him?
(speaking French)
She said he was quiet and nice.
Nice?
(speaking French)
And then he told her friend he'd stabbed a girl
and that the police never caught him.
- So... - BILL: Okay.
Does she know where he lives?
Who's that? His wife? - No, I'm a friend.
I'm not talking to you.
BILL: Does she know where he lives?
(Virginie speaking French)
-À Kalliste. - Kalliste?
VIRGINIE: She says he lives in a different project.
It's called Kalliste.
Don't get me in trouble! - I'm not.
I live there! We don't know these guys! Shut the fuck up!
How do you know she's not a cop?
No no, I'm just trying to help my friend. - I told you I'm not talking to you.
- BILL: What's she saying? - Nothing helpful.
I-I'm, uh... le père.
Uh, Allison.
That's my little girl.
Allison is my... ma fille.
You understand?
Explain this to your colleague. This is how it is in Marseille.
People say a lot of shit.
We didn't hear anything. Tell him.
She doesn't want to help.
Can she tell me anything?
Wh-What does this guy look like?
(Virginie speaking French)
Don't you get it? You're driving me crazy. I told you we're not snitches! Get up. Let's go!
- Where they going? - They're leaving.
Uh, no, no, no. Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.
Wait, no, no. Hold on. Just wait. No, no.
What are you doing there? Leave my friend alone! Don't touch my friend!
- All right, all right. - Wouah, wouah, wouah! Wouah!
Souad. Hey, Souad! Souad! It's okay. It's okay. Go. Go.
Bill, Bill, let them go, okay? She's afraid.
Afraid of what? I'm talking to her.
Yeah, but that's not how it works here.
Well, you tell me how it works then,
'cause nobody here's doing shit for me.
VIRGINIE: I do shit for you, okay?
We should go. Now.
Okay?
- Yeah, all right. - All right?
VIRGINIE: That's it. Kalliste.
That's where she says Akim lives.
Well, can we go look around?
No. Not at this time.
It's not safe for us.
'Cause we're white?
'Cause we're not from there.
And there's a lot of dealing.
Well, I got to do something.
No one will talk to you, trust me.
Bill, what if there's no Akim?
There is.
Okay, but they never found this person
during the investigation.
My daughter's not a liar.
No, I didn't say she was.
It's just that everything I read about the case...
So you're some kind of expert now?
No, I'm not.
The press was against us.
All they cared about was
Allison was sleeping with some Arab girl.
Bunch of...
fake news scumbags.
That's why you punched that English reporter?
I was drinking then.
♪ ♪
ALLISON: Hey, did you tell Gram about Leparq?
No.
No, I didn't want to get her hopes up until we know more.
She's getting on, your grandmother.
Oh, I had a meeting with the judge yesterday.
Oh, yeah? About what?
Well, I have my parole review
coming up in about three months.
And, uh, it's the thing where I get out of here
one day a month.
Yeah, okay.
- So what'd he say? - She. She said.
Uh, you know, as long as my behavior remained good,
shouldn't be a problem.
I felt like saying, "Fuck parole.
My lawyer's working on getting me out of here for good."
No, we don't know that yet, Ally.
- You got to keep... - I know, I know, I know, Dad.
I-I didn't say that. But I wanted to.
And... somebody from Leparq's office was there.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. I never met her, but I asked her
how the investigation was going.
What'd she tell you?
She said she didn't know anything about it,
but she also said she just started working there.
Leparq's probably taking care of it herself.
It's a big case.
(softly): Yeah.
I told her I wanted to talk to Leparq.
She should be keeping us informed.
- You know what I mean? - I'll talk to her.
(knock on door)
Finish up.
Okay. Well...
I'll see you in a couple days.
Uh, Dad, do you think that you could stay in Marseille
a little longer?
Just in case something comes up.
Yeah, I could do that.
I'll check in on work and stuff.
(door opens)
I-I can have Gram wire you some money if you need.
No, no, don't do that. I-I'll figure it out.
Thanks, Dad.
Bye.
(Maya humming a tune)
Uh, Max.
Salut.
♪ ♪
(keys jangling)
♪ ♪
So this is it. You have all the tools.
You can use them. Put them back when you're done.
The electrical board.
What is over there? - It's condemned.
Okay?
- D'accord. - Ay.
Now, once the oil company has a lease--
Give it here, M.
Come on.
Once that oil company has that lease,
they hire a drilling company.
That's who I work for.
And then we get there, we rig up
and we put all that shit together.
Once we have that rig up,
we start making hole.
That's what a roughneck does.
We make hole.
All right, test it.
Go on, flush it.
Get it.
- Flush. - Ah, flush.
- Yeah. - D'accord.
- Flush. -(toilet flushing)
-Ça va? - Hell yeah, ça va!
-(conversing quietly in French) -(water running)
VIRGINIE: Bill, come.
Come here.
Come and see this.
Nedjma is a technical genius.
I'm not a genius. I'm just younger.
Three years! - Well, it counts.
- Okay... - These are online or some shit?
These are all from Instagram accounts
of Souad and her bitchy friend.
And these photos are all from the party.
How'd y'all get them?
I set up a false Instagram account,
followed Souad and her lovely friend whose name is Samira,
and then geotagged the party
Souad was at when she saw this guy.
So there's a chance Akim is in one of these photos.
What are we looking for? - He says he's tall...
VIRGINIE: ...Arab and light skin.
Yeah, uh, light skin, yeah, and tall.
What does he mean when he says "light skin"?
That doesn't mean anything. What am I?
You're talking shit.
So we're going to print them up,
and then you can show them to Allison.
- No, I'm not gonna do that. - Why?
If Akim is there, she'll know.
I don't care.
I'm not gonna do that. I'm not gonna do it to her.
I got to protect her.
I don't understand.
Wh-why you're being so stubborn about Allison?
What we should do is go back to Souad
now we got those pictures.
Well, we stole these photos from Instagram,
so I'm not sure this is a good idea.
(Maya chatters outside)
- Well... - NEDJMA: Can I say something?
Ouais, vas-y.
Did anyone else in Marseille see this Akim guy
or just Allison?
Bar owner.
Where they met.
He was at the trial.
- He didn't do shit, but... - VIRGINIE: Okay.
Uh, what's it called, the bar? What's the name?
I don't remember the name of it.
- It was near her apartment. - Yeah. Okay.
- Mm. - Mm.
So he's your new cause. Zero waste, refugees, and now him.
Stop it, please.
What? You love it, admit it! It's like some weird hobby for you.
That's enough. - So then ask him.
I told you, it doesn't matter.
Okay.
Bill, did you vote for Trump?
No.
Ah. Voilà.
- I didn't vote. - VIRGINIE: What?
- Why didn't you vote? - Got a record.
I was arrested.
They don't let you vote when that happens.
Awesome. He's been condemned.
Good luck. You will need it.
(dogs barking in distance)
VIRGINIE: It's there, around that corner.
Your friend, uh, Nedjma...
she mad at you for helping me?
Don't worry about Nedjma; she's generally hostile.
You know, she's very protective with me,
but she's a good friend.
She helps me with Maya.
BILL: Where's Maya's father?
VIRGINIE: Corsica, running a nightclub on the beach.
He was a... a fling.
- That's how you say? - Fling, yeah.
Yeah.
Does he visit?
He used to, but it's better when he doesn't.
What?
BILL: That's where Allison lived.
Twenty-one.
That's where it happened?
Yeah.
(motorcycle engine roars)
(car horn honking)
- Bonjour. - Bonjour.
Excuse me, I'm looking for the owner of the bar. - It's me.
We need information. Were you here five years ago?
No we took over the place last year.
He's the new owner.
He wasn't there when the crime happened.
Does he know where we could find the old owner?
Yes, I know.
He's right there.
Drinking my profits.
What happened to your daughter, it's terrible.
I still don't get how they could send a nice girl like that to jail.
Look at all these monkeys.
Euhm...
Do any of them look familiar? - Hard to tell. They all look the same.
He recognize anybody?
They come here, they're always trouble. It's like they own Marseilles now.
Can we just focus on the pictures, please.
We're the same you and me.
You have the same issues with the Mexicans. You too have an invasion.
BILL: What's he saying?
Can you look at the photos more thoroughly please?
Listen, you show me the guy you want in the photo and I'll say I recognize him.
And like that it's done. I'll say the same thing in court.
Wait, this is serious.
But look, they're all guilty of something.
(scoffs) Putain.
Okay. Ç'est bon. Let's go.
What'd he say?
Nothing. He's useless.
Thank you, shithead.
Goodbye, madam.
Hey.
Hey!
Hey! What happened?
I'm sorry. I just, uh-- I can't talk to that guy anymore.
He was just saying some horrible things.
Like what?
Like he just wants to put an Arab kid in jail, you know?
He doesn't care which one.
That's it?
What do you mean, "That's it"?
He's a racist.
Okay, he's a racist.
We still got to talk to him.
No. I don't talk to him, no.
Well, he might know something.
No, he doesn't know something!
Bill, we're not gonna send an innocent boy to jail.
My daughter is innocent.
Quoi? Oh, putain. Can't believe this conversation.
Well, then y-you live in some fancy-ass world, honey,
'cause I work with guys like that all the time.
No, but it doesn't matter, okay? It's not right.
I'm not saying it's ri...
I'm trying to get my little girl out of jail.
That's all I give a fuck about.
And you sound very American right now.
Good. I am.
Yeah, and you're also a stranger here.
You don't understand shit. You know what?
Go on, take your things. Do what you want, but do it without me
♪ ♪
Mr. Baker, one moment please.
You have a message.
SHARON (over phone): She said you need more money
because Leparq reopened the case?
BILL: I'm dealing with it, Sharon.
- Dealing with what? - Nothing.
I mean, Allison told me to give her a letter.
I did, and now Leparq's looking into it.
Well, i-is she looking for Akim again?
I'm-I'm-- I told you I'm dealing with it, Sharon.
- Who is gonna pay for this? - Nobody's talking about money.
Okay?
Bill, have you been drinking?
No.
Listen, Sharon, I'm her father.
Oh, my God, Bill.
You're supposed to visit and come home.
Don't mess with this.
Y-You're gonna need to trust me on this.
That's it.
I'm gonna call Leparq.
No, don't do that, Sharon.
- Sharon! -(line clicks)
(dial tone humming)
♪ ♪
-(metal detector beeps) -(woman speaks French)
Dad, what is going on?
I talked to Gram, she said that you're acting really weird.
All right, I just need you to trust me, all right?
I need you to look at these pictures.
ALLISON: Dad?
Dad...
are you drinking?
What? No, never.
Are you using?
Ally, I'm done with that shit. You know that.
Now, come on, look at these pictures.
Wh-What the fuck are these?! Where's Leparq?!
- Wh-Why isn't she here?! - Just look at the photos
and tell me if you see Akim!
I think he's in there.
Please, baby.
Please.
(sighs)
- No, I don't see him. - Okay, all right. There's more.
There's more.
Holy shit.
♪ ♪
Holy shit.
You see him? Which one?
That's him.
That's him. That's Akim.
You're sure? That's the guy from that night?
Daddy, that's him.
Kalliste?
Are you sure?
Yeah. Uh, oui. In there.
Just drive on in.
(dog barking)
Thank you.
♪ ♪
Excuse me, ma'am.
Ma'am, you seen that guy before?
Akim?
- Non. Non. - He lives, he lives here. No?
Ma'am, have you seen him before? Akim?
(dog barking)
Excuse me, sir.
- You seen that guy before? - Non.
BILL: How about you? Have you seen this guy before?
WOMAN: Nan.
- Looking for him. Akim. - No.
You know him? Akim?
Non.
♪ ♪
(indistinct shouting)
Excuse me.
Y'all know this guy?
Him? Akim?
Non... (speaks French)
(boys shouting in distance)
(playful chatter)
BILL: You ever seen that guy?
Akim?
Non, non. Non, non, non.
- This guy? -(speaking French)
No?
♪ ♪
(quiet chatter in French)
Hey. You know that guy?
- Right there? Akim? -(chatter continues)
You know him?
- This guy, Akim, he lives here? -(speaking French)
Yeah.
Non, non. (speaking French)
How about... Akim?
- Non, non. -(men chuckling, murmuring)
MAN: Bye-bye, cowboy.
♪ ♪
-(horns honking) -(men shouting in French)
(shouting continues)
A tourist! Are you lost?
You speak English?
If you are looking for the old port, it's not here!
Hey, you know this guy? This-- His name's Akim.
He li-- he lives here.
Akim?
Who's that? This is your bitch?
-(laughter) - The guy lives here.
This is his bitch.
He doesn't speak French. - He speaks English.
I-I speak English. You suck my dick.
(laughter, chatter in French)
Look, I can do karate. It's like this.
(angry chatter)
(men shouting, grunting)
What are you doing? You serious or what? - Easy, easy, easy.
It's him. He started it. - Shut the fuck up!
Who is he?
He was showing this picture. - He must be a snitch.
He was looking around. - Fuck.
(chatter continues in French)
You know him?
(panting)
No, I don't know. - Why does he have a picture of you?
I don't. I don't know him. I have no clue.
Come on, get out of here.
Get him out of here. - Where?
To the station. The station.
♪ ♪
MAN: Allez!
(groans)
- Ici. - Merci.
Hi.
They asked me if I knew anybody.
Are you okay?
I saw him.
I saw Akim.
In Kalliste.
Did you tell the police?
♪ ♪
That was my chance.
(conversing quietly in French)
♪ ♪
What the fuck did you do?
I was trying to help.
Tell me exactly what you did, Dad.
Dad.
She wouldn't do it, Ally.
Leparq wouldn't look into the case.
(whispers): Oh, my God.
You fucking lied.
About all of it.
Of course you did.
I found him, Ally.
I found Akim.
And why didn't you call the police?
Why?!
You let him get away!
- He's fucking gone now! -(slapping table)
He's fucking gone!
I feel so stupid. I feel so stupid.
You've always lied to me, my entire life, always!
I hate myself for ever trusting you!
Guard! Guard!
I want to get out!
- Ally, listen to me. - No!
No! No.
You are done fucking up my life.
Do you get that?
Do you?
Stay the fuck away from me.
♪ ♪
(sobs softly)
(jackhammer drilling)
(concrete clattering)
MAN: Bill! Bill!
Bill. (speaks French)
- Hey, guys. -(drilling stops)
Hé, Bill.
-(speaks French) - Yeah, I got it.
("Moving" by John Fullbright playing over stereo)
♪ Don't worry about gasoline ♪
♪ 'Cause we're moving ♪
♪ Don't worry about the TV screen ♪
♪ 'Cause we're moving... ♪
("Righteous Kind" by Bradford Loomis playing over stereo)
♪ I am the prodigal son ♪
♪ I come home just like a loaded gun ♪
♪ I'll find rest when I'm six feet underground... ♪
(quiet chatter in French)
- Hé, Bill. - How we doing?
How was school today? Good?
- You get it done? -(speaks French)
All right, come on. Let's go.
-(speaks French) - Yeah, I got it.
- Here. I got you that. -(speaking French)
♪ ♪
Maya, you got to eat the whole thing.
No, I prefer the chocolate.
I see what you're doing,
but you got to eat the bread part, too.
Yeah, look. Take it. Eat it.
Oh, you gonna pawn it off on me?
All right.
(water running)
Bill.
Uh... un marteau.
Oui. Très bien. Marteau.
- Hammer. - Hammer.
Uh... ciseau...
Uh... ciseau something.
- Ciseau à bois. - Ciseau à bois.
That's a shitload of words for "chisel."
- Chisel. - Come on in. Get the light.
- Lumière. - Lumière.
-(food sizzling) -(TV playing quietly)
Maya, supper.
Maya.
Wait. They're about to open it.
That bald guy's gonna lose his shirt.
(music playing over TV)
- Oh, non. -(woman cackling over TV)
Yeah, that's how they do it.
Cut to commercial before the big reveal.
Come on, let's eat.
- Come on. -(TV continues playing quietly)
You do your homework?
- Homework? - Ah, non.
Well, appreciate the honesty.
Yeah, I used to hate school, too.
Hated everything about it.
Dropped out of high school, worked a rig like my daddy,
started making hole.
That what you gonna do? You gonna make hole?
- Oui, I make hole. -(chuckles): No shit.
You got to start out a worm, you know.
That's the lowest of the low. A worm.
Non, pas un worm.
Je veux travailler sur le derrick, like you.
You going right to the derrick?
You got to have the want-to.
You got the want-to?
Ben, oui.
Hey.
- Thank you, Lord, for this and other blessings. -(door opens)
- Please look after Ally. -(door closes)
Keep a close eye on her.
We ask this in Jesus' name.
Amen.
- Dig in. - Dig in.
- VIRGINIE: Bonsoir. - Bonsoir, maman.
- Hey. - BILL: Hey.
(TV turns off)
- There's a burger up there if you want it. -Thanks. Ah.
For me?
Yes, ma'am.
- That's rent. - Thank you.
(sighs)
Would you please get me the ketchup?
Did you do your homework?
MAYA: Non.
Right after dinner.
- Mais oui. - BILL: Thank you.
Bill, she has to do her homework.
I know. Hundred percent.
Do your homework.
- Yeah? - Mm.
Merci.
When I see what you guys eat, I understand why you pray before.
- How was play practice? - Rehearsal.
Uh, it was shit.
We do a lot of stage writing, so it's messy,
and, uh, the-the director-- he's young and provincial.
What's stage writing?
We don't know what we're doing, so we make it up instead.
Cool.
Cool Raoul.
(sportscaster talking over speakers)
Drops back, scrambles to the middle.
Down inside the ten, so the clock is running,
-(door opens) - clock is running.
BILL: Back to bed.
I look with you?
No way.
Bed.
You're gonna get me in trouble.
My tablet.
Yeah, I'm using it.
Bed, now.
(sportscast continues quietly)
(sighs)
SPORTSCASTER: ...fourth quarter. Well, why not?
-(jackhammer drilling) -(sledgehammer pounding)
(cell phone ringing)
Hello?
Yeah, this is him.
LEPARQ: It's a one-day leave.
She goes out in the morning,
comes back to the prison at night.
Then if it goes well,
she'll get another day the following month.
The idea is for inmates to acclimate
to the outside world again.
Understand?
Yes, ma'am, I do.
The judge requires a chaperone,
someone who is going to vouch for her.
Did she ask for me?
No.
But you are the only option.
Okay. A-Allison hasn't talked to me
for more than four months.
I am aware.
(sighs): Mr. Baker,
do not take any initiative this time.
Understand?
Yes, ma'am, I do.
♪ ♪
What's her favorite color?
Huh?
Color she love.
Oh, her favorite color?
Ah, oui, "favorite."
Yeah, not sure.
♪ ♪
Hey, Maya?
No.
I thought it was pretty.
Bill! Bill!
Come see! Look!
She lives in Marseilles! She loves football!
Ah, soccer, no. Allison likes Oklahoma State.
She likes real football.
This is football, favorite foot.
No, these guys are a bunch of babies.
Bunch of crybabies.
Not babies! OM is the best team in the world! They have so many great players!
Payet! Thauvin! Sakai!
All right, all right, don't get all wound up. How much?
and now we're in the middle of the streets and the musicans keep playing. (door opens)
They're doing percussion and everyone is singing with the audience.
Maman.
Mom, look! Bill got me a jersey! - Wow, did you say thank you?
Euh, non.
Merci, Bill.
- All right. - VIRGINIE: Merci, Bill.
Maya, Do you remember Renaud?
- Oui. - Bonjour, Maya.
Bonjour.
Hi. You must be Bill.
Yes, sir. Hi.
Good to meet you.
Uh, Virginie told me you-you are from Oklahoma.
That's so cool.
Okay.
Renaud is a rising star director.
That's me.
Oh, you're the one who does the stage writing?
Yeah. You know about stage writing?
Great.
Y-You know, man, I really love working like this.
It's real, you know?
Stage writing? It's truth.
It's from life. (inhales loudly)
Virginie been telling me about it, right?
Yeah. Merci, Bill.
Um, would you help me move the table?
-'Cause dinner is... - Yeah, I got it.
Merci, Bill.
RENAUD: Seriously, for me, it makes total sense.
People should be able to carry guns.
Whatever. You know, but they got freedom.
It's basic freedom.
- I would love to have a gun. -(laughing)
You already have a trumpet!
I'm sure you have a gun.
- Don't you, Bill? - Yes, sir, I do.
- Yes! - No, you do not.
Why wouldn't I? I got two of them.
I got a shotgun and a Glock.
- Oh, non, putain. C'est pas vrai. -Two guns! It's perfect!
Non, non. Arrête, arrête. It's okay. It's okay.
It's-it's his...
- His-his... his culture. -(laughs): Culture.
Culture is such a broad concept, huh?
(Virginie laughing)
I'm gonna call it a night, y'all.
Come on, Bill. It's early.
- I'll put Maya to bed. - Oh, I can do it.
- I got it. - Okay. (chuckles)
You're my favorite.
Favorite what?
Favorite American.
Sweet dreams, little girl.
(low jazz playing)
(birds chirping)
(sighs)
VIRGINIE: You know it's Sunday morning, right?
BILL: Where's your friend?
Oh, he left early this morning.
Mm.
We had a bit too much to drink.
Ain't no shit.
I was thinking, uh, I'd like to bring Allison by the house.
Won't it be too much for her?
I'd like her to see where I live.
If you're okay with it.
Why wouldn't I be?
Not everybody is.
(water spraying)
♪ ♪
(door buzzes, clicks)
- Hey. - Hey.
This your van?
From work.
What work?
Construction.
I told you about it in my letters.
You didn't get them?
I did.
I didn't read them.
- You want to get going? - Yeah.
♪ ♪
Merci.
(birds cooing)
♪ ♪
(sobbing softly)
♪ ♪
(engine idling)
Life is brutal.
Can I drive?
♪ I've been sacrificed by brothers ♪
♪ Crucified by lovers ♪
♪ But through it all... ♪
ALLISON: I haven't heard this song in a while.
BILL: Special playlist for today.
How old is that thing?
It still works.
♪ When I get that foggy feeling when I'm... ♪
So you never went home?
Nope.
How come?
♪ But it's hard to keep believing ♪
♪ I'll even come out even ♪
♪ While the rain beats your hope in the ground ♪
♪ And tonight it's really coming down ♪
-♪ I'm... ♪ -(engine and music stop)
Are you sure we can park here?
What are they gonna do?
Arrest me?
♪ ♪
(applause in distance)
O.M.
You really are a local now.
Maya sold me on it.
That's her favorite team.
Does this kid have a father?
He's not around.
Lives on a beach or some shit.
Groovy.
So is this woman your girlfriend?
It's not like that.
I just live with them.
Like roommates.
What does she do?
She's sort of an actress.
Sort of an actress?
She a stripper?
No.
She just don't do TV acting or anything.
She does theater.
Theater.
(chuckles) Have you seen her act?
What am I gonna do in a fucking theater?
(laughs)
Yeah.
(group chattering in distance)
(Allison sighs)
You know what's messed-up?
I never had a chance to mourn her.
Lina.
It was so intense when we first met.
She was so funny.
And cool and beautiful.
Then she moved in, and everything got fucked-up.
She started sleeping with other people.
Like it didn't matter.
Like she was just using me.
Or something.
(voice breaking): And I felt so humiliated.
(sniffles)
But, you know, the really fucked-up thing is...
...I just want to see her.
I just want to be with her.
So much.
Look. VIRGINIE: Oui.
Ready? one, two, three!
Ouais.
Ah! (gasps)
- Non, non, non! (laughs) -(Maya growls playfully)
-(Maya speaking French) -(door opens)
They're here!
- Bonjour. -Bonjour. - BILL: This is Allison.
Thanks, Dad. I think she knew that.
(laughing): I'm Virginie.
I'm Allison.
- Enchantée. - Enchantée.
- Come. Come in. - Merci.
Maya, come say hello.
Maya? Maya?
BILL: Get out here.
Wait. Attends.
(sniffs)
I smell something.
Is there a small animal hiding in here somewhere?
A small cat?
You speak French? Ouais.
Of course I speak French.
So, you must be the famous Maya. MAYA: Oui.
What's your favorite color?
My favorite color...
...light blue and white.
- The colors of OM!
Go OM! - Go OM!
Let me show you my room.
Ouais.
♪ ♪
How is the prison?
Not good...and very hot.
When you're finished, I'll do your nails. - Mine?
Oui.
That way, they'll look nice when you go back.
BILL (calling out): Hey, y'all.
Dinner is served.
- Ah, watch out. It's hot. It's hot. -Ow, that's...
- Yeah. Well, then take this. - I got it.
I got it. I got it. I got it.
It looks good.
(Virginie chuckles)
Let's pray.
Thank you, Lord, for this and many other blessings.
Thank you for this special day with Ally.
In Jesus' name we pray. Amen.
Maya?
Dig in.
(Allison chuckles)
- There you go. - Merci.
Thank you.
So you two really aren't having sex?
Allison Baker.
What? (chuckles) What?
You're so French now, I-I thought it was okay
to talk about sex at the dinner table.
Sorry.
Is it okay?
The food.
It's honestly the best meal I've had
in a really long time. (chuckles)
Good.
And, no, we don't have sex.
Jesus.
Can I have a tomato?
VIRGINIE: Oui.
Do you like tomatoes? - Yes! And you?
I love!
So where did you have lunch today?
- Pizza. - Pizza?
- Chez Sauveur. It's my favorite place. -Oh.
- Yeah? (chuckles) - It's so good.
And, uh, I'm curious, why did you come to Marseille to study?
It was far away.
And completely different.
And the pizza.
(chuckles)
I love pizza!
-(Allison chuckles) - I like it, too.
He seems happy.
It's not always easy, but they've really found each other those two.
BILL: Uh, oh, no. (chuckles)
Really?
Yes, he picks her up every day after school.
He speaks to her in English, she pretends like she understands. It's cute.
(chuckles softly)
You know, when my mother died,
he put all her things in storage.
Later, when I got older
I wanted some of her things.
but when I went by the locker... there was nothing left.
He had stopped paying the bills. So...
They just threw out all my mother's things.
There was nothing left of her.
But he is here now.
He stayed to be near you.
Don't get your hopes too high with my dad.
He's a fuckup.
Always has been.
It's just in him.
I know because...
I've got it in me too.
♪ ♪
It's more beautiful on this side of the wall.
I like them.
Virginie and Maya.
It's good what you have.
I'm just trying to do it right.
I'm happy for you, Dad.
♪ ♪
- WOMAN: Bonsoir. - Bonsoir.
Permission to reenter.
(softly): Hey.
How are you doing?
Pretty good.
Yeah?
The day was nice?
Flew by.
Merci.
Pourquoi?
Everything, I guess.
Oh. Bonne nuit.
Good night.
(cell phone ringing)
(crickets chirping)
(ringing continues)
Hello?
(quiet chatter in French)
Excuse me.
I'm Bill Baker, father of Allison Baker, from Baumettes.
(air pumping steadily)
What happened to her?
(woman speaks French)
What does that mean?
Hung. Hung.
♪ ♪
Ok, we should go now.
Hey sir, let's go. Let's go.
Fuck off me.
You can wait here. - Are you okay sir?
(P.A. chimes)
(woman speaks French over P.A.)
(praying quietly)
(P.A. chimes)
(quietly): I don't leave you, you don't leave me.
I don't leave you, you don't leave me.
(door opens, closes)
Is she okay?
She's stable.
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
(lively chatter)
Hey, Bill.
BILL: I talked to Sharon again,
told her you was back in here.
And work's been going good.
Uh... good group of guys.
(Maya speaking French angrily)
(speaking French sternly)
(shouts in French)
(speaking French angrily)
♪ ♪
(Bill speaking low, indistinctly)
♪ ♪
16, 17,
18, 16...
Ah, Bill.
What, did I mess it up?
Oui, you messed it up.
(spits)
(speaking French)
"Love at first sight.
I was trapped by how you looked at me."
Lumière.
Light.
Casquette.
Cap.
-(water runs) - Glasses.
Lunettes.
Merci, hand.
There is no truth.
Only stories to tell.
VIRGINIE: Mathilde...
...alone in that house.
And you...
...the day after the accident, sitting in the kitchen
You didn't dare… - Thank you Virginie
We're gonna take a break.
Virginie, it's good. Keep in mind the rhythm of the lights.
Alright.
Renaud, I don't know what I'm doing with this cupboard.
You are looking Paul. You'd rather sit with the others?
No, I'd rather have something to do but this doesn't make any sense.
I don't even know what I'm looking for.
Paul, what you looking for, there is no answer. There is no truth.
Ah. Merci.
(chatter continues in French)
VIRGINIE: So, what did you think?
What'd I think?
Yeah. Of the play. What did you think?
Oh, it was good, yeah.
Yeah? What was good?
Well...
I don't fucking know. I don't know shit about plays.
- Plus, it's all in French. - Oh, come on, Bill. One thing.
Um... (sighs)
Uh, no one stands like real people.
-(laughs): What? - It just looks weird.
Look, it's great, I'm sure.
I don't-- D-Don't-don't ask me.
- I'm a dumbass. - No, you're not.
And, no, it's not great, no.
(waiter speaks French)
Ah, merci.
(waiter speaks French)
Cheers.
I will say, you were...
really good.
Best thing up there.
So, I got exciting news.
I got the part.
- On the TV show? - Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, and I said I'd do it. - No shit.
- That's great. - Yeah.
But...
it's more money, but it's also more hours,
so that means I'll have to pay for a babysitter
and I'll be away more from Maya.
Well, I could help with Maya, too.
No, you help enough, you know?
You got a job. You're busy.
I don't care. I want to.
Why?
- Why? - Mm.
I like spending time with her.
And with me, too?
Yeah.
And you, too.
How much do you enjoy it?
A lot.
I would say a lot.
This would be a serious change for us.
Guess it would.
You guess?
Well, I mean, I know.
Oh.
And you know... what?
- Ah, for fuck's sake. -(laughs)
-(door opens) -(keys clinking)
Hello. Everything okay? - Yeah.
It went well? - Yeah.
(quietly): Do you have cash?
Yeah. Yeah.
Uh, how much is it?
Sixty.
No shit?
(door closes)
("Help Me Make It Through the Night" by Sammi Smith playing)
- Hey. -(chuckles): Hey.
(clears throat) This is your music.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
I-It's a bit sad, no? Maybe I...
- Ah, hell no. - Huh?
- No, it's beautiful. - Yeah?
Yeah, you can dance to it.
Really?
(chuckles softly)
No, no, no. Come here.
-(chuckles) - Come here.
I'll show you.
- You show me? - Yeah, I'll show you.
♪ Come and lay down by my side ♪
This is Sammi Smith.
♪ Till the early morning light ♪
♪ All I'm taking is your time ♪
(door opens)
♪ Help me make it through the night... ♪
Oh, we got eyes on us.
Ben...
You're not in bed?
Non.
Oui. Do you want to dance?
(chuckles) Viens.
(Virginie chuckles)
♪ Let the devil take tomorrow ♪
♪ But tonight I need a friend ♪
BILL: Hey.
- Ready for it? - Mm-hmm.
♪ Yesterday is dead and gone ♪
(Bill laughs)
♪ And tomorrow's out of sight... ♪
(both panting)
- Hey. - Huh?
- I need to ask you something. - What?
Do you really own a gun?
- Oh. -(laughing)
- Two guns. -(chuckles)
(water runs)
- Hey, Maya. - MAYA: Hmm?
Want to hand me my casque?
What?
My casque. My helmet. My hard hat.
- Oh. - Will you get it for me?
Tickets to see the OM match? At the Velodrome?
Yes, ma'am.
Ouais!
I'm going to see the OM match with Bill!
-(crowd chanting in French) -(horns honking)
(crowd cheering and singing)
(Maya singing with crowd)
BILL: Here we go.
Whoa!
Him! Number 10! He's Dimitri Payet. He's so good!
He didn't play in the World Cup because he was hurt.
BILL: Oh.
- Wow. -(cheering)
(crowd roaring)
(fireworks popping)
(crowd singing)
Damn, the place is heating up.
- Quoi? - A lot of fans.
Going nuts.
Someone should tell them they're winning.
♪ ♪
(whistle blows three times)
(crowd cheering)
(Maya shouting)
(crowd singing)
-(Maya singing) - All right, let's go.
♪ ♪
(crowd continues singing)
Pardon, pardon, pardon.
♪ ♪
(crowd continues singing)
(whistle blows)
Bill.
Where are we going?
Oh, I think I see a friend from work.
Want to see if it's him.
A friend? - Yeah, a friend.
♪ ♪
(crowd continues singing)
Okay, let's go get the van.
- MAYA: Is it your friend? - No, that wasn't him.
(cell phone ringing)
- Hey. - VIRGINIE: Hey.
- How's it going? - Uh, good. Game just ended.
Be home soon.
- Okay, take your time. -Ç'est maman?
- It's your night. - Okay.
Uh, see you in a bit.
♪ ♪
(engine starts)
(people singing in distance)
♪ ♪
Wouah!
(quiet clatter)
(door closes)
(door opens)
Go back to sleep.
Go on.
We're going home.
(engine starts)
(quiet chatter in French)
Ça va.
(speaks French)
Mr. Baker. (chuckles)
Nice to see you again.
You're late.
Oh.
Excusez-moi.
(chuckles softly)
What can I do for you, Mr. Baker?
(sighs)
That DNA test we talked about-- I want to get it done.
First I will need, uh, the DNA sample.
Can I ask you how you got this?
Can you do it or not?
Yes, I can.
But I am an ex-cop, so let me tell you,
it will be a serious mistake to commit a crime
to prove your daughter innocent.
It will not get her out of jail.
And it will send you in.
- Do you understand? - How fast can you do it?
It's hard to say.
A week at least, but it will cost you.
BILL: Here's 3,000 now.
I'll give you another 3,000 when you get it done,
but it's got to be quicker than a week.
Even if it matches, I still have to find this guy.
No, you don't.
You know where he is?
He could still disappear before the results come back.
He won't. Call me when you get it done.
♪ ♪
(door closes)
Aren't we going to the basement? - No, not today.
Come on.
-(water runs) -(Maya shrieks)
(water stops)
BILL: Maya?
Hey, Maya?
-(door opens) - Hey.
- VIRGINIE: Hey. -(door closes)
- This is quite a greeting. - You seen Maya?
- I was in the shower. - Yeah.
She's playing soccer in the courtyard.
I'm sorry I'm late.
- Oh, that's all right. - It...
Don't you want to ask me about my first day at work?
Uh, yeah, yeah. How'd it go?
(Maya speaks French)
-(sportscast playing quietly) -(ringtone playing)
So, how did it go?
Why? Tell me.
- Bill? - Hmm?
Who is the man in the cave?
In the cave?
With the tools.
I saw him.
Um, I'm gonna need your help.
Okay?
'Cause it's a secret.
You can't tell anyone.
Even your mom.
Okay?
He's a bad man.
He'll be gone soon.
It's gonna be our secret.
Okay?
(sighs)
That's my girl.
(sportscast continues quietly)
♪ ♪
We're not going to start with that.
The media put her down. Poor kid. They made her look like a monster.
The devilish American lesbian. (laughter)
Bartoli was at the scene.
It was a bloodbath. He said it, not the press.
Come on, she snapped. They were fighting.
The Arab girl was cheating on her. When it looks like shit and smells like shit then...
It's shit!
The weapon has never been found though. The knife.
You got her phone pinging. What else do you need?
What about the unknown DNA? She said it belonged to some Arab kid.
There's always unknown DNA. The pizza guy comes to your house, you get unknown DNA
I don't know what you do with the pizza boy but...
(laughter)
It was a delivery woman.
I have no problem putting Arab kids in jail but here, the kid takes her keys,
And finds the apartment, how? Then he stabs the girlfriend without stealing anything?
She can blame it on the Arab. She can blame it on fucking Gaudin.
But she did it. She killed her girlfriend. There's just no way around it. That's how it is, that's love.
(chatter continues)
♪ ♪
(lock clicking)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(sighs)
(whispers): Shit.
♪ ♪
(Akim grunts)
(muffled grunting)
ALLISON: I learned something new actually.
It's helped me a lot.
It's something called the "Mektub."
A nurse told me about it.
It's about acceptance.
Acceptance of what?
Your fate.
It's helping me to stop struggling so much.
Stop questioning everything.
You just embrace your fate
and learn to live in peace with it.
It's a Muslim idea.
It's about...
letting go of all of that...
...shame...
...and guilt that pushes you down
and keeps you down
and makes you feel so powerless.
And that's how I felt for a really long time.
♪ ♪
Powerless and forgotten.
And...
that makes living really hard.
You know what I mean?
But you're innocent.
So we got to keep fighting.
It doesn't matter that I'm innocent, Dad.
It's not about justice.
It's about finding peace.
(urine spattering)
♪ ♪
Please listen to me. Just listen.
I'm not a bad guy. Just let me go.
It's not my fault.
I don't know what you're saying,
but you're wasting your breath.
We're gonna wait for that DNA, and then we'll know.
She ask me. She pay me.
You want more water?
Allison, she say, "Go. You put Lina out."
- That's enough, now. -"Money for you."
That's enough, now.
She tell me take it.
She gave me collier.
"You take it.
- Money after." - Here.
Drink that.
Go on.
Un collier. "You take it for you."
Collier. Gold.
Like this. Like this.
The necklace? I-I don't want that.
No!
She gave me.
She say, "Go. You put Lina out.
Necklace now. Money after."
You're not even making sense.
Time to shut the fuck up.
S-Stillwater!
♪ ♪
What'd you say?
The collier.
He say "Stillwater."
Gold.
She say...
"Do it. Make her go.
Make her go out."
(muffled shouting)
(muffled shouting continues)
Hey.
- Hey. - Where were you?
I walked back from the, uh, Baumettes.
We have to go and see Isabelle.
We'll be late if we don't leave now.
Do, uh... do I have to go?
Yes, of course.
I told her you were coming.
Hurry up, please. Maya...
Let's go!
Sweetheart, put on your shoes. Let's go!
MAYA: Oui, maman.
VIRGINIE: So, Isabelle is
a sort of like godmother for us.
Maya really loves her.
Well, you'll see.
This is really the other side of Marseille.
♪ ♪
MAYA: Marraine!
ISABELLE: Ah.
(lively chatter)
♪ ♪
SHARON (over phone): I don't know what you're talking about.
BILL: The gold necklace I gave her the day she left.
Said "Stillwater" on it.
Yeah, I remember it. What about it?
D-Do you remember, was she wearing it at the trial?
Did she still have it on?
What are you getting into, Bill?
Wh-When we went to get her stuff, did you see it?
Oh, I don't know.
I don't remember. Why?
I'll talk to you later, Sharon. Bye.
VIRGINIE: Ça va?
Yeah. Yeah, ça va.
Uh, talking to Sharon.
- Is she okay? - Yeah, yeah, she's fine.
Are you?
What do you mean?
You just seem distrait.
I am. Sorry.
I'm happy you're here.
Me, too.
(laughs) You, too?
Y-You're-you're happy you're here?
- Yeah? (chuckles) - I am.
Really.
Me, too.
I like you, Bill Baker.
♪ ♪
Okay, come.
(line ringing)
(Dirosa speaking French, recorded)
-(line beeps) - BILL: Mr. Dirosa,
it's Bill Baker.
Uh, really need that result.
Uh, it's kind of urgent.
♪ ♪
(window banging)
(wind whistling softly)
(sighs)
♪ ♪
DIROSA: Bonjour, madame.
Bonjour.
Good morning. I'm from the building department. I was called about a crack in the facade.
I was wondering if it might come from underground.
Have you noticed anything unusual there recently?
Unusual? In the basement? - Anything. Noise? Smell?
Should I be worried? - No, no. It's just a routine check.
Do you use the basement? - Me? No.
Does anyone else in the building, perhaps?
I could find out and call you, if you leave me your card.
That will not be necessary. You've been very helpful madam.
Bonne journée.
Au revoir.
♪ ♪
(lively chatter)
You know, I used to fight a lot at school
when I was a kid, too.
But that's not good. Fight? No.
It's not good.
You sure you don't want this?
The man in the cave, you will kill?
What? No.
Of course not.
Listen to me.
I would never, ever do anything to hurt you or your mother.
Never.
Because I love both of you.
So much.
I do.
You just have to trust me.
Okay?
Okay.
♪ ♪
Mr. Baker, a word please.
Police.
Can I see your I.D. please?
Your I.D., Mr. Baker.
Thank you.
Take off your cap.
Okay. Thank you.
So, Mr. Baker, my colleagues
are gonna take the little girl inside.
Okay?
- No, Bill. -Okay, all right, all right, all right.
It's okay. It's all right.
- You go with her. - No.
Tout va bien. Tout va bien.
It's all right.
You're all right.
CAPTAIN: So, Mr. Baker, look at me.
Do you have a basement here?
Yes or no?
Yes, sir.
Okay. Give me the keys please.
♪ ♪
(keys jangle)
I'll check.
♪ ♪
It's good.
CAPTAIN: Please.
♪ ♪
Stop.
I'll check.
Nothing.
Stop.
♪ ♪
There's a padlock on the last one.
Do you have the key?
Mr. Baker.
He's got it.
It's on the keychain.
(keys jangling)
(lock clicking)
♪ ♪
I have nothing.
CAPTAIN: Let's go upstairs.
DETECTIVE: Sit.
We searched. We found nothing. - She says she knows nothing.
Do you mind if I ask your daughter a few questions?
Yes, I do mind. She's nine.
You'd rather come to the police station?
Maya is it?
Viens.
(whispers): Vas-y, chérie.
Bill lives with you and your mom here? Is that so?
Look at me.
Oui.
He's nice to you?
- Oui. - Ah.
Have you been to the basement?
Oui.
What do you do there?
We put the tools away together. I teach Bill French words.
Ah.
And when was the last time you went to the basement?
Yesterday.
Yesterday?
And everything was normal?
Do you know Allison, Bill's daughter?
Yes. She is in prison.
You don't want Bill to go to prison, do you?
- Non? - Non.
Because you like him?
- Oui. - Mm.
Now listen, if you lie to me, I'll know it.
And I'm going to have to put Bill in prison.
You understand?
Let me repeat the question.
When was the last time you were in the basement?
Yesterday.
Okay.
Let's go.
(door closes)
Did you free him? The man?
Go to your room.
Go!
(door closes)
Virginie, I didn't mean to...
How did you find him?
Pure chance.
The soccer game.
With Maya?
Did you ask her to lie?
Did you?
I never meant to involve you or Maya.
- I know... - You...
You have to leave now.
Okay. You pack your things, you leave.
♪ ♪
(quiet knock)
May I come in?
Maya?
You don't want to talk to me?
All right.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
(breath quivers)
I love you.
♪ ♪
(door closes)
VIRGINIE: Bill.
MAYA: Non.
Go say goodbye to Bill now! Go! Go!
♪ ♪
(sobbing)
(both sobbing)
♪ ♪
(phone ringing)
Mr. Baker,
I've come with some extraordinary news.
The judge in your daughter's case called me this morning.
New evidence has surfaced.
Apparently, a retired cop
came up with a DNA match on the unknown sample.
It also matched a sample the police collected
on a burglary case four years ago,
after the trial.
Did they catch him?
No, not yet.
But all we need to prove is sufficient doubt.
So even if they can't find the suspect,
there's a real chance they will release Allison.
In fact, the judge has already agreed
to reopen the investigation, which is almost unheard of.
I think this could only happen in Marseille.
Thank you for coming to tell me, ma'am.
Mr. Baker, this is the best possible outcome
for your family.
Do you understand?
I do.
Thank you, ma'am.
(marching band playing "Ride 'em Cowboys")
(needle buzzing)
(marching band continues playing)
-(music ends) - MAN: Go, Pokes!
(crowd cheering)
I told you we were gonna bring our girl home,
and that's exactly what we did.
(crowd cheering)
Welcome home, Allison.
(crowd cheering)
Welcome back to Oklahoma.
(crowd cheering)
Welcome back to America!
(crowd cheering)
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
-(lively chatter) -(soft rock music playing)
(chatter and music continues in distance)
You're being antisocial?
You all right?
The day you left for Marseille,
Sharon and I drove you to the airport, and...
when we got there,
I was embarrassed I didn't have a present or nothing,
so I went to the gift shop.
I thought I'd get you a book or a key chain or something.
Then I saw this necklace.
I thought it'd be like a little piece of home to take with you.
It was gold.
Said "Stillwater" on it.
(sobs softly)
(voice breaking): I didn't want it to happen.
(Allison sobbing softly)
He told me that he would just help me
get her out of the apartment, that's all.
I didn't want her to die.
I loved her.
I know you did.
You think I'm a monster?
You're my daughter.
I... I could never think that.
(sobbing)
Dad, what is wrong with us?
I don't know, baby girl.
I don't know.
(sobbing): I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.
(sobbing)
Me, too.
(sobbing continues)
♪ ♪
("Help Me Make It Through the Night" by Sammi Smith playing)
♪ Take the ribbon from my hair ♪
♪ Shake it loose and let it fall ♪
♪ Lay it soft against your skin ♪
♪ Like the shadows on the wall... ♪
Morning.
Hey.
(sighs) Couldn't sleep.
Went for a walk, and...
ended up here.
I'm glad you did.
You miss them?
I do.
Can you go back?
No, I can't.
But it was good.
That don't change.
(softly): I'm sorry.
Life is brutal.
(train whistle blows in distance)
♪ ♪
(sighs) Everything looks the same here.
Nothing's changed.
Don't you think?
No, Ally, I don't.
It all looks different to me.
I don't hardly recognize it anymore.
♪ ♪
(music fades)