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PARIS MEMORIES
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- [Shatters] - Shit.
Prep her for surgery. I'll be there at 7:30.
Make a start.
[Whispering] You OK?
No, I'm here. What's the patient's name?
OK, explain the situation.
[Softly] There, kitty. Just there.
[Music continues]
- Hi. - It's started.
Right.
- Hi. - Hi.
OK...
[Indistinct muffled chatter]
OK.
- Mic test? - Sure.
[Speaking Russian]
- [Man replies in Russian] - [She speaks in Russian]
[Director] In ten. Patricia's introduction, then the first question.
[Mia] Right.
[Speaking Russian]
[Guest replies]
[Director] Three, two...
...one, and go.
[Patricia] Live from Moscow, this morning's guest, Dmitri Vassiliev,
the controversial Russian director,
who opens the Paris Opera season
with The Snow Maiden by Rimsky-Korsakov.
Dmitri Vassiliev, good morning.
- [Dmitri replies] - Hello.
[Patricia] You are famous for your bold, political productions.
You've experienced the wrath of the Russian authorities.
- Will you soften your approach... - [Translating]
...to avoid shocking audiences in Paris
who are known to be very conservative?
[Opera music in studio]
[Dmitri chuckles]
[Answers in Russian]
[Translating] No, not at all.
France is the home of the Revolution and tolerance.
I think it'll be fine.
I've always dreamt of directing in Paris.
It has a very special place in my heart.
[Opera music continues]
Evening. A table for two?
- [Mia] Yes. - One second.
[Glasses clink]
Next week, change of mood. An aeronautical trade show.
I need to swot up on aviation terms.
- Such as? - Such as...
[Speaking Russian]
Which means?
Development of nanostructured materials.
[Mobile phone buzzing]
Mm. Sorry.
Hello?
I'll be right back. Yes?
Yes.
OK. Mm-hm.
All right.
[She gasps]
[Laughter]
You gave me a fright.
[Chuckles]
All good?
Sorry, but I have to go back.
- Right now? - The new intern's all at sea.
I mean, she's new.
- Sorry. - You're on duty?
No, but it's my department. No choice.
- What will you do? - I don't know now.
- Go home? - Yeah.
See you later?
I won't be long. I'll call when I'm done.
Mm. Good luck.
- Later. - Later.
[Door opens]
[Door closes]
[Car horn honks]
[Thunderclap]
[Loud overlapping chatter]
It's just for a drink until the storm blows over.
That table's reserved. There's one in the next room.
OK. Right there?
- That's right. - Thanks.
The other room's that way?
- Yes, down there on the right. - Thanks.
Good evening.
- Is that free? - Sure. Take a seat.
[In English] Here you go.
[Laughter, chatter]
[Camera clicks]
♪ Happy birthday to you
♪ Happy birthday, dear Thomas
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
[Cork pops]
[Indistinct chatter]
[Women speaking Spanish]
[Women laughing]
[Speaking Spanish]
- Go ahead. - Thank you.
[Two gunshots]
[People screaming]
[Gunshots]
[Bodies thud]
[Screaming]
[Gunshots]
[Gun clicks]
[People screaming]
[Silence]
[Bottle rolling on the floor]
[Mobile buzzing]
[Buzzing stops]
[Door swings open]
[Door swings closed]
[Screaming] No! No! No! No!
[Gunshot]
[Quiet sombre music]
[Mia] What happened next?
It's erased from my memory.
[Music rises]
It's getting there, but the scar needs to stabilise before we can operate.
You can get dressed.
It's closed up nicely, though.
I'd like to be able to move on.
In six or seven months we can decide about plastic surgery.
It's still too inflamed for now.
Seven months? Right.
But we can...
...get rid of it?
We'll do our best but we're not magicians.
- You haven't gone back to work? - No.
Not yet but soon. I...
I've been out of town, at my mother's.
It's good to be back.
[Baby babbles; People chatter]
[Baby starts crying]
[Driver] Ladies and gentlemen, due to roadworks this bus is on diversion.
[Baby crying]
[Horns honking]
[Poignant instrumental music]
Can you open the doors, please?
[Music rises]
- [Indistinct chatter] - [Music continues]
The toilets are that way.
[Music stops]
I'm not looking for the toilets.
OK, I see. Um...
You should get in touch with the group that organises visits
every Monday morning.
For folks who...
Folks like you.
Folks like me, meaning?
Victims who need to revisit the scene.
Apparently it's important to talk. We stay closed.
But now it's business as usual. You understand?
- A coffee, perhaps? - Um...
Yes, please.
It's on the house.
- [French rap plays in the room] - [Indistinct chatter]
Were you at your mother's for long?
Yeah, three months in all.
When you didn't answer my messages, I figured...
...maybe you're not ready to talk.
I mean, I won't ask for all the details.
[Loud crackling]
[Muted conversation]
Huh?
It's tricky knowing what to talk about.
Will you take the cake in for me?
Yes, sure.
- You OK? - Fine.
All good. I'll get the...
- ...champagne glasses. - All right.
- See you in there. - Yes.
♪ Happy birthday to you
♪ Happy birthday, dear Vincent
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
[Muffled cheers and applause]
[Silence]
[Quiet instrumental music]
OK, kitty?
[Muffled music in other room]
- [Vincent] There you are. - It's you.
- Just taking some time out. - In the dark.
[Cat purring]
[Chuckles]
- With the bottles. - You can't stay there.
Come on.
[Overlapping chatter]
Good night.
Bye. It was great to see you.
It's good to see you on such good form. Vincent seems very supportive.
- See you, girls. - See you.
See you soon.
- Take care. - Thanks.
Before, you see, people confided in me.
They opened up. I liked it.
Now it's the opposite.
Like I'm some kind of attraction.
Even you talk differently to me.
Me? No, I don't.
You do.
As if I need to be treated with care.
Really? I didn't realise.
You can't stop people thinking of you, though,
and all you went through.
Yeah.
[Mia] Had it started raining when you left?
No. I mean...
I don't recall.
[Mia] See? I remember clearly. It wasn't raining. It started later.
Until then, I remember clearly.
You had to go back to the hospital?
Perhaps.
Yes.
That's right, I remember that.
[Rain patters]
[Sombre instrumental music]
[Thunder rumbling]
[Vincent] I'd been at the hospital for an hour when the alarm sounded.
Every hospital had to cease secondary activities
and prepare for an influx of casualties.
Then the casualties started coming in.
I remember the smell of gunpowder filling the corridors.
I called but you didn't pick up.
I was sure you were home already.
Part of my job was triage. Most urgent to least urgent.
Gunshot wounds, burns...
We heard two other targets had been hit.
It was a coordinated attack.
Every hospital was on red alert.
[Thunder rumbles]
Early next morning, I got a call
from the hospital where you'd been taken.
You were wounded.
They'd been unable to identify you because you weren't talking.
And you had no ID on you.
[Sombre music continues]
[Vincent] I went to see you.
The taxi home passed by the restaurant.
There were flowers and children's drawings.
It was like a corridor with people filing past,
in silence, like a procession.
[Rumble of thunder]
[Rain intensifies]
[Silence]
I'm Sara, the support group coordinator.
Hello. I was in the attack.
I got that.
- What's your name? - Mia.
All right, Mia. Take a seat. I won't be long.
It's great that you came.
[Sara] It's crucial that you sleep and regain strength.
That way, your memory will work better too.
Once you begin to remember, you're on the road to recovery.
You're right.
Can you sit somewhere else?
Please.
My parents sat here.
Sorry, I had no idea. I apologise.
I... I'll sit here.
- Sorry. - Where were you sitting?
I was in the other room.
I wasn't with them that night.
I'd like to know the last words they spoke.
What they were talking about.
If they were happy just then.
Arguing or whatever.
Do you understand?
Maybe you saw them?
Let me show you something.
[Muted]
Sorry, I have to go.
- Leaving? - I don't know why I came.
I was with someone who's claustrophobic.
He can't come in but he wants a word with you.
Thanks.
[Muted]
Remember me?
No.
I was at the table opposite you.
We were celebrating a birthday.
I don't remember anything.
You ordered a glass of wine.
As if you were expecting someone.
A second later, you disappeared.
There were... some Chinese women masking you.
When you reappeared, you had ink all over your hands.
You dug into your pockets for a tissue.
The more you rummaged, the more you got ink everywhere.
You even got it on your face. You made me laugh.
You were laughing at me?
No, not at all, but that's what you thought.
You thought I was laughing at you.
You gave me a look...
of annoyance.
I mean...
Yes, that's right.
I was writing? Writing with a fountain pen?
I don't know. I guess.
What happened next?
Then you stood up
and crossed the room.
You must have gone to the toilet. You don't remember a thing?
No.
There are gaps. I have no recollection, hardly any.
I still have... images from before the attack, sounds,
but from the moment I saw people die, it's all gone.
- I don't remember a thing. - Lucky you.
[Horn honking]
- Is that your car? - Yes.
What's your name?
- Mia. - Mia.
- And you? - Thomas.
You're allowed to drive?
- No. - [Prolonged honking]
[Thomas] Come on, it's cool! What's your problem?
- [Driver] Move your car! - [Thomas] Look at my leg!
[Slams door]
[Engine starts]
She tugged me and I think I followed.
- Then I don't remember. - Mia?
Back already?
Yes, I was talking outside with Thomas.
- Right, that's good. - He made me remember something.
- I was sitting there. - That's very good.
Now you can piece together the puzzle.
[Survivor] What are you doing here?
Sorry?
I... I was here, like you. I was right there.
Not here you weren't.
You were in the toilets. I recognise you.
You bolted when the shooting started.
- Me? - Yes, you.
You hid in the toilets and locked everyone else out.
You didn't open the door.
How dare you come here?
- Hm? - I didn't do that.
I didn't do that.
- I didn't... - You put your safety above all else.
How can you...? How can you show your face here today?
Shame on you.
It's despicable, what you did.
[Siren wailing]
[Siren fading]
What are you doing?
[Traffic drowns dialogue]
[Horn honking]
[Operatic singing]
[Singing intensifies]
[Muted]
Sorry, I have to go.
What? Go where?
Home. See you there, OK?
- You're sure? - Sure. I'm fine.
Sorry, sir.
Excuse me.
[Singing continues]
Hello, it's Mia.
We met at the restaurant earlier and talked.
Perhaps you can help me. Can you call me back?
Thanks.
[Mobile buzzing]
Hello?
Thanks for getting back to me.
I thought maybe you could help me with...
Sorry.
You're sure it's no problem?
[Door creaks closed in distance]
[Soft knocking]
Come in.
[Door opens]
- [Mia] Hello. - Hello. Come in.
Sara gave me your number. I had no idea you were in hospital.
It's all good. I had an op scheduled for today.
But it's likely to be tomorrow morning now, so it's fine.
I've already had three operations.
They're reconstructing my tibia bit by bit.
Honestly, it's all good.
I have bullet fragments in my other leg.
I don't know if I'll get that done just yet.
Draw out the pleasure.
I won't bore you about my leg.
What can I do for you?
Apparently, you remember everything that happened.
Yes.
Why do you want to remember?
I may have done something.
- Such as? - Nothing. I...
Sara said you remember tiny details.
I figured maybe you remembered what I did after I left.
Did I come back in the room?
No.
Sit down.
I don't recall you coming back.
But perhaps someone saw you.
Have you checked the website?
Did you post on the forum?
No.
I didn't know there was such a thing.
It's a whole new world.
I want to remember.
You can't do it alone.
It takes two or more to remember.
I recommend you go online.
Do you know the Memoria Facebook page?
- No. - Spend some time on there.
You'll love it, as a journalist.
I googled you.
That's all.
Mia Loreau. Do you still work in radio?
I do some radio work but I'm a Russian translator.
A Russian translator? Wow.
Toughie.
My mum spoke Russian at home, so not really.
- Can you grab my cigarettes for me? - Of course. Here.
- Do you smoke in here? - No, down the hall. There's an exit.
My coat too?
You didn't answer my question.
At the restaurant,
were you waiting for someone?
No.
Do you have any idea why you were there?
Chance.
[Thunder rumbling]
[Thomas] I wasn't there by chance.
Somebody had made a booking.
It was my birthday. We'd just got our week's bonuses.
- [Car beeps] - I'm in finance.
I hate celebrating my birthday.
But they wanted to surprise me and I went along with it.
I didn't want to offend anyone.
[Loud crackling]
[Muted]
Weren't you with some girls?
Yes. Two colleagues.
They didn't make it.
Their families came to see me.
I didn't know what to say.
I was ashamed to be there instead of them.
Yes.
Got a husband?
Yes. We're not married.
That means you're free?
That's not really the idea.
[Siren wailing]
Children?
No.
I thought about that during the attack.
Not having kids, not knowing what it's like.
There you are! We looked everywhere.
- Oh, sorry. - No visitors at night, you know.
I'm sorry.
I'll be right there.
Let's go.
[Grunting] Pull hard.
[Exhaling] Thanks.
- You'll be back tomorrow? - Yes.
Good luck.
Arrivederci!
Bring me mandarins tomorrow.
[Fading] Or oranges.
Or chocolate.
[Sombre instrumental music]
[Mia] Sara gave me the police report to read.
The attack began at 8:49 pm.
The police freed us at 10:37 pm.
We stayed hidden for one hour 48 minutes.
I remembered wondering what would be left of me after death.
In what state I'd left things.
I thought about a half-eaten yogurt in the fridge.
Hi, Vincent. It's me.
I won't be home.
Sonia's moving and she's loaned me her apartment for a few days.
At République.
I think I need to be alone right now.
Lots of love.
I remember that sound.
What did I do?
Where were you?
I was in the first room, at the bar with a friend.
She died instantly.
I struggled to piece things together too.
It wasn't simple.
When we started the group,
I never thought so many people would need to come back here.
It turns out we're all family.
Will you be with us tomorrow at République?
Our last vigil before they clear away the flowers and candles.
Yes.
[Sara] I came to Paris to study architecture.
I fell in love and stayed.
You remember something?
No, sorry.
I'm wasting your time.
Not at all. That's why we're here.
Ever heard of the "diamond in trauma"?
No.
It's the idea that misfortune can lead to something good.
You'll find yours.
I'm sure.
Can we try one more time?
Of course.
[Sara] Imagine it without all this.
Before, it was a storeroom, much darker.
People managed to hide up there.
- No, it wasn't here. - The light's changed too.
No, it's not that...
I remember drops of water on my hand.
The other one, then. Come on.
[Sara] I'll give you some light.
Was it here?
Yes.
[Silence]
[Mia] Someone was with me.
He held my hand.
I don't remember his face but he had a tattoo.
A tattoo on his forearm and a bloodstained apron.
In this area there were lots of kitchen staff.
The apron suggests he was a cook.
Lots of them died.
I really wish I could help, but...
...a lot of the staff weren't registered.
That's what I heard.
Hello.
Me again. Can I ask you something?
Uh...
Did any staff stay on after the attack?
No.
You're sure?
Yes. As I said, they were all replaced.
Even the cooks and... the servers?
Even the cooks all left. Look, I wasn't there.
I don't know what happened, OK?
Can you see to the other room?
Please.
I haven't finished this one.
You can finish it later. Thanks.
OK.
Hello.
Do you recognise me from earlier?
- Yes. - Do you know Thomas?
The guy on crutches. He was here the other day.
- Vaguely. - He said you worked here before.
I have a few questions about people you worked with.
I need your help finding someone.
OK, but not for long. I live way out of town.
It's the person I was with during the attack.
He was a cook.
At least, he had an apron, and a small tattoo here.
He wasn't listed as dead.
Lots of the cooks were undocumented.
That's probably why they're not counted anywhere.
They melted away.
So they're not dead?
It explains the staff turnover.
I got to stay because I'm French, so the new manager agreed to keep me on.
The police asked me questions too.
They found it weird, staff members disappearing.
We said nothing.
Can you get me their names?
OK, but not a word about me.
I could get in big trouble and I need my job.
I promise.
- What's your name? - Nour.
Mia.
I tried to find someone too.
We hid in the crawlspace, with others, between air shafts.
I was so sure I was going to die that we kissed.
He was Australian. It was his first time in Paris.
Did you see him again?
No.
We got separated during the evacuation.
He was slightly wounded.
I looked all over Facebook for him.
I couldn't find him.
We were just inside on the right.
There were four of us. Two died.
Me and the Aussie left.
I saw the killer in the attack.
He had the face of an angel.
Somehow, he was...
He was cheerful.
He looked so sweet.
It was as if he was out buying cigarettes.
- [Indistinct chatter] - [Traffic noise]
[Survivor, in English] After what happened, I went home.
Luckily for me, that was quite far away.
I still haven't told anybody what happened that night with you.
I don't even know your name.
I haven't told my girlfriend.
And, normally, I tell my girlfriend everything.
That day was, without a doubt, the most horrible day of my life.
But then again, I've never felt so close to anybody.
You held me like I was the only thing left.
I know you tried to reach me.
I haven't replied and, to be honest, I won't.
Because that would just make me think of you more.
And I don't want to think about you every day.
But I do.
- [Intense instrumental music] - [Muffled gunshots]
[Music continues]
[Music stops]
Excuse me, can we talk?
Look at me, please.
I wasn't in the toilets.
I remember it clearly now.
I had been, sure, but that was earlier.
How would you know, hm?
I remember now.
I held someone's hand.
A cook. You got me mixed up with someone else.
It's no big deal, but it's a mix-up.
If you like to think so.
[Siren wailing in distance]
[Melancholic instrumental music]
[Doorbell rings]
- Hello. - Hello.
Sorry to bother you so late, but... I saw you earlier.
Come in.
I have nothing in. Water?
Uh, yes, please.
Here.
Did you find your guy?
No.
I want to know if he's alive.
And that woman keeps accusing me of locking myself in.
But I doubt it. I feel there's something else.
She has no idea anyway.
If you sense he's alive...
You know, victims' belongings are being held at police HQ.
- They are? - Yes.
- You didn't notice on Facebook? - No.
Go and take a look.
Maybe you'll find something.
I went with my aunt.
It's all packed in plastic bags.
There's a funny smell.
There wasn't much, just a postcard they were writing to me.
Want to see it?
Water Lilies.
They wanted me to come to Paris with them.
We fought about it all day.
Now I can't say goodbye to anyone until we're on good terms.
I just think anything might happen.
- [Indistinct] - [Deep instrumental music]
When I heard about the attack, I texted my dad.
He said they were hiding.
Waiting for the police to free them.
He also said he couldn't call me. The noise might give them away.
So, the waiting began.
We were helpless, with no idea what was going on.
Eventually, we switched off the TV.
And sat holding hands.
[Softly] Put it out of your mind. Get some sleep.
I keep thinking I've seen them in the street.
I'd like to visit the museum they went to.
See the last thing they saw.
Find that painting.
Like saying goodbye to them.
Hot in here, isn't it?
Do you have any food?
Sorry, I have nothing here.
I'll go down to the deli for something, all right?
[Soft instrumental music]
[Music continues]
[Distant chatter]
[Music stops]
[Muted]
[Whispering] We'll make it.
Breathe.
Keep breathing.
That's right.
[Gasps]
Félicia?
[Woman] This is yours?
Yes.
It's all we found in the bag. Please check.
It's fine.
Sign here, then.
Thank you.
[Sirens wailing]
[Overlapping shouting]
[Distant screaming]
Sit down there.
Just here.
- The person with me... - We're on it.
[Indistinct shouting]
[Clickety-clack of the train]
[Train screeching]
[Indistinct]
- I got you a present. - Oh.
Too kind.
You seem delighted.
No, no, it's great. A bit of culture. I'm touched.
Nonsense.
- I called you but you didn't answer. - I didn't have my phone.
- You're slowly coming back. - Sure.
But I did as you said. I went back to the restaurant.
And I remembered something.
What?
I held someone's hand.
The question is, is he alive?
I'm not sure remembering will help you.
Believe me.
I'm just not sure... it's a good idea.
[He grunts in pain]
You OK? Did they give you painkillers?
- I don't want anything. - I'll open the window maybe.
No, stop fussing. I'm good.
Here.
Read to me instead.
I bet you're an excellent reader.
- Nobody read me stories. - Me neither, hardly ever.
If it's awkward, I can close my eyes.
Go ahead.
- Really? Close my eyes? - Yes.
OK.
Hello.
[Mia] Hello.
Estelle, Thomas's wife.
[Mia] We met due to the...
I'll be going.
- Wait. - [Estelle] No, don't go.
I just need him to sign an insurance form.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
You OK?
Look, sign this.
Wait!
Sorry, I didn't mean to... I had no idea.
What you went through I can never share with him.
Thomas doesn't know but I do.
We'll never overcome this.
- I understand. - Here.
He's not a reader.
[Mia] I read messages posted on the Memoria forum.
People like Félicia, trying to find out how their loved ones died.
Or looking for people they met that night.
[Dramatic music]
[Survivor] Looking for a guy who helped me.
Wounded in both ankles, in the first room near the bar.
I want to know if he survived.
I think about him every day.
[Survivor 2] The person I'm looking for leaned on me,
and had two bullet wounds in the chest.
They were wearing a purple or pink-flecked T-shirt.
I haven't dared reach out for fear of stirring up bad memories,
but if anyone knows what happened to them, drop me a DM.
[Survivor 3] I was evacuated right at the end.
Sadly, all the others left were dead.
I tried not to look but the few I saw looked as if they were sleeping.
I hope that might console some of you.
[Mia] We hid in a spot where there was a leak from the ceiling.
You asked my name. I didn't ask yours.
You had a tattoo and a kitchen apron.
You clasped my hand. We clung to each other.
When the police arrived, I let go of your hand.
When I last saw you you were wounded.
I hope you made it.
I hope you're alive.
That's all I want to know.
[Music fades]
What are you doing here?
I call and you don't answer. I'm worried.
Come on in.
I don't get what you're doing.
Is there someone else?
Is it this support group thing?
You won't talk to me?
Vincent, what are you doing?
It's not funny anymore. You're coming home now.
Enough is enough.
Vincent, put it down, please.
Why won't you talk?
You refuse my help?
You can't help me.
I can't help you?
I can't do that life anymore.
Why?
I have to watch you go mad and do nothing?
I wish I'd been in the fucking attack.
[Opens door]
[Horn honks]
[Tram bell ringing]
[Mia] Nour found the names of two cooks working at the time at L'Étoile d'Or.
They'd dropped off the books. They appeared on no one's list.
Excuse me, I'm looking for these two people.
She remembered that in emergencies the manager hired staff
from outside a phone store.
It was a hiring point for workers without visas.
Nobody recognised the names she'd given me
but I heard about a middleman in the restaurant trade.
Hello.
No, thanks. I'm looking for Hakim.
[Indistinct chatter]
- You wanted to see me? - Yes.
Can I get you anything?
No, thanks.
I was told you'd have info on a cook who worked at L'Étoile d'Or, you know?
No, I don't.
Who gave you my name? I don't get it.
I'm just looking for someone who worked there before the attack.
- Someone swung him the job. - No.
Even just a name or an address.
You don't know his name?
You don't know who you swung jobs for at L'Étoile d'Or?
I don't swing any jobs.
I don't rent people an ID. I work here.
I have two chefs and a commie.
I know their addresses, but that's it.
I'd like to help but you've lost me.
Somebody's been badmouthing me and I want to know who.
It's not about you.
It's important I find this person. He helped me.
That's all.
Who sent you here?
Forget it. Thank you.
Goodbye.
Hey!
Yes?
I know the guy you're looking for.
- Senegalese, with a tattoo... - A little tattoo, yes.
He's not been around lately. Do you know him?
Yes. Not his name, but...
- Driss Mbow. - Driss Mbow.
On the ID he was loaned at least. In real life, I doubt it.
He lives in a centre near La Chapelle. France Horizon.
I don't rent out IDs.
We just help each other out. Ok?
OK.
[Horn honking]
[Train screeches by]
[Traffic drowns dialogue]
[Melancholic music]
[Muted]
[Distant chatter]
[Knocks softly]
Anyone home?
[Door opens]
Hello. Uh...
Sorry, I saw the door was open so I came in.
I'm looking for Driss Mbow.
Go and play on the bed.
- Do you know him? Are you related? - No.
I was in the attack with him. I don't know if he told you about it.
I just wanted to know if he's well.
I don't know if Driss is his real name.
It's Assane, not Driss.
Assane.
He's alive?
I don't know.
He left for Italy. I don't know where.
Sorry, may I? Just a second.
I have water.
Here.
He left some things. Do you want to see?
If he comes back, can you call me?
Yes.
We're not family but we made the trip together.
I'll give you my number.
And can I take a photo of him?
Yes, of course.
[Honking]
- [Muted] - [Prolonged note]
[Muted]
[Assane] I've been at L'Étoile d'Or for six months.
People say that if the Senegalese, Malians and Sri Lankans went on strike,
nobody would eat in Paris.
Café owners call us photocopiers
because we turn out perfect copies of plates.
[Indistinct]
[Assane] In life, I always get lucky.
I make it through the rain.
The chef sent me down to the basement.
I heard the gunfire at the last second.
She hadn't noticed she was hurt.
I promised her we wouldn't die.
Not here.
I'd been through too much danger to die in this cupboard.
[Sirens wailing in distance]
[Doors beeping]
[Melancholic instrumental music]
[Doors beeping]
[Doors closing]
[Distant traffic noise]
[Siren wailing]
[Horn honking]
[Indistinct]
[Siren wailing]
[Félicia] I need to find this detail.
[Quiet instrumental music]
[Music rising]
[Music subsides]
Before, I never wondered if I was happy.
Now I do.
- We were happy, so happy. - I know.
I don't get it.
Why associate it with me?
I have nothing to do with it.
It's just that now I know, I need to...
...to make something of the whole thing.
Something new.
We should have had a kid. Then you wouldn't talk this way.
I would.
It wouldn't change a thing.
It was a choice we made. Honestly, I...
I don't regret it.
You can tell me now. That night, you weren't at the hospital, were you?
Of course I was.
Yes, but not for an emergency.
You went to meet someone.
No, it wasn't an emergency.
[Traffic hustle]
[Horn honks]
Hi, there. How are you?
How are you doing?
Good. This isn't a bad time?
Not at all. We've invited some lawyers to talk us through the legal procedures.
So? Did you find him?
No. No.
I ran out of leads.
Sorry. I know how hard it is.
So, it was too late.
- Apparently. - I wanted to tell you something.
OK. I'll see you later.
Do you mind if we stand to one side?
Sure.
I know it wasn't you who was in the toilets.
What makes you say that?
I was wrong.
I got confused.
I know it wasn't you.
My husband died there.
I got things mixed up.
- Was someone locked in the toilets? - Yes.
Do you know who it was?
It was me.
I'm sorry.
- Well, see you. - Bye.
- See you soon. - Yes.
- Sorry about last time. - No...
- Yes. - No, no.
No, it was me. I...
I wanted to call you...
Same here, but I didn't dare.
Did you find him?
No.
[Indistinct chatter and laughter]
[Loud muffled music]
Let's do it.
- Come on. - We're ghosts. No one will see us.
Take a look?
How about it?
[Overlapping chatter; Loud music]
- It's lively, it's cool. - Excuse me.
Many people?
Yes, but there's space.
Really?
OK, let's go. But I'll check the emergency exits.
There must be some in case the bride changes her mind.
We need an escape plan in case it's a disaster.
[Loud rap music]
Yeah, the bride. Let's go.
[Song changes]
[Upbeat dance music]
- Quite the atmosphere. - Yes.
Oh. That's calling. It's calling to us.
Here goes.
- Coming? - No.
Come on.
- You OK? - A bit hot.
I need a breather.
[Music drowns dialogue]
But...
I think we...
We need to make up for that night.
How?
I would have waited for you.
Until you came back from the toilet.
To talk to you.
I would have stood up.
Brought you a drink.
You would have looked at me.
I'd have made you laugh.
- It would have worked? - Sure.
I'm a funny guy.
Sure, I think it would have worked.
We need to outwit fate.
I think.
[Quiet instrumental music]
I have a scar.
So do I.
[Music continues]
I'm going.
Going where?
I have one last thing to do.
OK.
- See you later. - Yes.
Essé!
Essé! Hello.
- Hello. - Hey, there!
Take your snacks, children.
- You OK? - Yes.
I tried calling but the line was dead.
- I changed my number. - Oh.
You know, I...
I wrote a letter for Assane and...
Do you have his address in Italy?
I heard that he's not in Italy.
I think he came back.
[Distant construction rattle]
- Came back? Really? - Yes.
He works near the Eiffel Tower, apparently.
[Overlapping chatter]
[Laughter]
Do you know this person?
- No. - No?
I'm looking for this person. Do you recognise him?
No, I don't know him.
You don't know him either?
[In English] I'll have this one, please. Chocolate doughnut.
- Thank you. - Thank you.
[In French] Hello, can I get a coffee, please?
Sure.
- Here. - Thanks.
[Indistinct chatter in English]
[Indistinct]
[Police blowing whistle]
[In English] Hello. Hola.
[Indistinct]
[Indistinct chatter]
[Dramatic music]
[In English] This one?
- Yeah. - Five euros.
Snowballs?
You want snowballs? Ten euros.
- [Tourist] How much for those? - Five euros. It's good price.
You want the big one? Ten euros. Ten euros?
[Tourist] I don't know. I'll take it for five.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
- Where are you from? - Wisconsin.
- Wisconsin? - Yeah, thanks, man.
[Melancholic stringed music rising]
- [Inaudible] - [Music continues]
[Mia] We walked for a long time, drifting.
He felt good, knowing I was alive somewhere.
I felt exactly the same.
We were alive.
I was alive.
[Mia] Thank you for holding my hand.
[♪ ANNA VON HAUSSWOLFF: "Modular O Trampis"]
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