- Rocklobster! - Reindeer!
Animals with a "C".
Crow!
Crocodile!
Chameleon!
Cockroach!
Crockrock!
-Two "C"s. I'll start. -I'll start!
Let's get off the highway...
see some local color.
Only if you drive.
What is it?
I'm just looking at the gas meter.
Just look in your mirror.
If you sat behind the wheel, you'd see the meter better.
Look!
There's one tree.
A tree.
Unbelievable! Another one tree.
Peel an orange for me.
Well, so much for your "local color."
My nightmare. I had it again last night.
That you're inside a golden egg and you can't get out,
and you float all alone through space forever.
Yes, the loneliness is unbearable.
No. This time there was another golden egg flying through space.
And if we were to collide, it'd all be over.
Rex, what's that?
- Gasoline. - No, no, no!
Take it easy. I know it's my fault.
This is really dangerous.
- Calm down. - Is the warning light on?
There's no warning light in this car.
See what happens when you don't listen to me?
Don't panic, dammit!
What got us here doesn't matter. We just have to get out.
- And if you get hysterical... - I'm not hysterical!
I'm scared.
The golden egg...
This is no time to talk about dreams.
We have to get out of here. C'mon!
Nobody can see us. We're gonna be run over.
The flashlight! I brought one.
- What flashlight? - I packed one.
Christ! A car's gonna plow over us any minute!
I have to find the flashlight.
C'mon, godammit!
Don't touch me! You go.
Saskia, you won't find the flashlight in this mess.
I'm going.
Rex wait! I'll find it!
Rex, don't leave me here alone!
You can't leave me here alone!
Rex, wait!
That way.
...one has only to be better than his opponent...
- Good day, sir. What'll it be? - Fill it up, please. And this too.
If you want, we can go back to Amsterdam.
I'm sorry about earlier.
I didn't know what to do.
Still, I shouldn't have left you alone.
- I also have gas in the bidon. - What?
The jerry can.
I love you.
In the tunnel,
when you called for me, I felt I loved you more than ever.
I hated you.
We're going to have a wonderful holiday,
together in my little house.
Well, what are we waiting for?
I have to go to the ladies' room first.
Okay, I'll wait for you over there.
...and here comes the bunch with Delgado, Bernaudeau...
...and Hinault in front...
Here you go. 300 francs, please.
- Here. - Thanks.
Move on, please.
Rex, catch!
A frisbee for 1 3.50 francs? What on earth for?
You've been driving all this time. It's good for stiffness.
From the girl who loves roses. Especially when they come in 8!
- But I don't smoke. - You can give me a light!
What did I do?
May I still go on vacation?
Two conditions.
And they are...?
That I drive to Bois Vieux.
You'd give a key ring this ugly to a lovely lady like me?
Yes, yes, yes. And the second condition?
Counting trees.
5... 6... 7... 8...
Fignon is climbing in a very fluid style...
Fignon, yes, Fignon is engaging Herrera and Dietzen.
He's flanking Hinault. Fignon's climbing very smoothly...
...and we're right there with him.
Hinault's been left behind...
Now he's paying for his repeated attacks all the way up.
Fignon... uh, Fignon... pardon...
masters the situation with supreme confidence...
Hinault's gained distance... I'm tripping over my words...
he's leading... Fantastic!
Hinault, Fignon, Herrera, Dietzen... in the rear Millar.
Hinault's suffering, but his champion of Brittany
has life in him yet.
It's anybody's game.
An important chapter in the history of the Tour...
is unfolding before our eyes.
I, me, Rex Hofman
I, Rex Hofman...
swear that the wonderful...
swear the wonderful...
exquisite and sweet...
exquisite and...
almost always sweet...
the always sweet Saskia Wagter...
will never be abandoned by me.
I'll keep them. So I can get used to them.
Stop exaggerating.
Let's grab something to drink, then I'll drive to Bois Vieux.
Want me to go and buy something?
No, it's on me.
- Want a beer? - Sounds good. Got any money?
I'm exaggerating again. Who on earth has to get used to car keys?
- Have a good trip, you guys. - Thanks. Same to you.
Thanks.
Bye.
CAR GETTING USED TO SASKIA
...Hinault's really suffering. He's been passed by Herrera,
who's finished this last ascent in the lead,
and by Fignon who's on his way to winning
the yellow jersey of the Tour, 1984...
Fignon, who's just caught up with Hinault...
has now overtaken him in the final stretch!
SASKIA, I'M LOOKING FOR YOU. WAIT lN THE CAR.
- Saskia! - Get out of the way!
- I'm looking for my wife. - You can't stand here.
Sir, that's not the men's room.
Saskia!
- I can't find my wife. - This isn't the ladies' room.
Sir, customers aren't allowed here.
Miss. Excuse me. Miss?
I'm looking for my wife.
She came to buy a beer and a Coke.
She's got reddish hair with little...
She's wearing white jeans and a yellow jersey.
Fignon has the yellow jersey.
You mean a yellow top.
Yeah, with gold thread.
Wait, I've got a photo.
Here you go.
- Yeah, I've seen her. - When?
About... half an hour ago.
She was by the coffee machine.
The coffee machine? But...
she wanted something cold.
She was by the coffee machine and came over to get change.
But was she alone or talking to somebody?
You know how many folks come through here everyday? 1 0,000.
And they're all strangers.
Excuse me, have you seen this woman?
Yes, I saw her leaving with a man a few minutes ago.
- Minutes? - About 1 5 minutes ago.
Your girl was leaving the shop with a drink in each hand.
A Coke and a beer.
Was she alone or with someone?
All alone... I think... I dunno.
- And then? - Then I did an oil change...
But where'd you see her last?
At that door, over there.
If she was here with the cans, then she was on her way back.
So, she must have seen me.
Which means I could also see her.
The Polaroid!
Look! Here she is.
Here, the little red dot.
See? It's her. It can't be anyone else.
And there's somebody here, beside her.
We've got to find him.
A cyclist isn't just a pair of legs...
He's got a head... You've gotta be able to think...
The bikes!
Yes, this Jean-Paul Brouchon says: It's a duel between 2 men...
Dad!
We're tempted to say, at the end of this 1 7th day of the Tour...
Mr. Hofman, believe me, I'm taking you seriously.
You know very well that you didn't fight with your wife,
but how do you expect the police to know that?
She's disappeared, right?
Your wife's only been gone a few hours.
To them, it's just a domestic quarrel.
Imagine if they had to investigate every time...
If she's not back by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow,
you can get them to open a case.
Tomorrow morning's too late.
We have to do something now!
She might have been kidnapped.
He must've left a clue somewhere.
Listen, in the morning I'll...
You listen! We don't have to wait for the police.
She was by the coffee machine, she was talking to someone.
If he got coffee,
he must have left his prints on a coin.
We have to keep an eye on all that change 'til the police get here.
You can't be serious!
That's absurd.
- Tomorrow morning... - Sir...
HOUSE FOR SALE
Careful! That doesn't look very steady.
I'm not surprised, this is an old dump.
Denise, you're unbelievable! If your grandma heard you...
As a reward for your patience with me, look what I've brought.
Ah... Gaby, get the corkscrew from the drawer, please.
Spiders!
Such adorable, lovable animals. And so useful too.
That was a really beautiful scream! Let's hear it again.
I can do it louder.
And mommy?
How's the house coming along?
We're doing our best.
Why don't you cut more trees down? You'll get more sunlight.
And thieves too.
When one has a beautiful house, it's never for oneself alone.
Tell me, Mr. Laurent, I was here yesterday with my wife and kids...
- I'm not sure if you noticed...? - No.
Because as we drove up, we thought we heard screams
coming from my place.
- Did you hear anything? - No, not a thing.
- You going to Nîmes? - Yes.
Louis!
I'm with a friend.
Yes, I see.
Listen, you're scam artists. I'm not.
There's space for two, but I stopped for her and her alone.
So, see ya!
I'll do it in the blink of an eye.
Let's see...
12cc is equal to...
How much do I have...?
Yes, 18 minutes, 54 seconds.
18 minutes, 54 seconds is equal to...
17 miles, more or less.
That leaves me a margin of 3 or 4 minutes.
That's not bad.
Not bad.
Good day, madam.
What a coincidence!
You may as well get in my car.
Handkerchief...
It's a little small...
Madam. Yes, like this.
Well. I'll start over.
What a coincidence!
You may as well get in my car.
Good.
There!
And here!
Excuse me.
Why'd you do that?
Because I love you. See?
No, I mean the lock.
Didn't you read about that girl in the paper?
She fell out of a car on the highway recently.
That's terrible! Is she dead?
Come now, think about it.
The tar, cars traveling at high speeds...
Of course she's dead.
Daddy, do you have a mistress?
Don't be so shocked.
At your age you're allowed to, right?
At the house at St. Côme. I'm not dumb.
Excuse me. The Prisunic drug store...?
The Prisunic? What a coincidence, I'm heading there myself.
I can take you;
make the best of your luck!
Yes, but... I think I'd rather walk.
You're right. It's a beautiful day.
So... the Prisunic... go down the avenue,
and to your right. It's in front of the square.
3:42 p.m.
Pulse rate: 90.
The euphoria of victory in this royal display...
Zoetemelk at 76 and 79, Kuilper at 77 and 78,
Winnen at 81 and 83 to carry on the Dutch tradition.
- Is there someone else? - No.
WILL FIGNON SCORE THE YELLOW?
Don't you want to know why I asked?
If it wasn't me who was going there, I'd see it the same way.
All the time I seem to spend at St. Côme, all the mileage I do...
But Simone, I love you.
And I love our two daughters.
And without a doubt, I'm the last Frenchman who can be proud
of having known only one woman in his life.
It's the mileage.
It's 8 miles from here to the house. 16 roundtrip.
Lately, you've been averaging 31 miles a day.
I used to dream of having a wife who loved numbers.
Well, here she is.
Denise.
Denise. Go to your room.
The house at St. Côme is like a passion.
Because it's perfect, it has become a passion.
You start with an idea in your head.
And you take a step... then a second...
Soon, you realize you're up to your neck in something intense,
but that doesn't matter.
You keep at it for the sheer pleasure of it.
For the pure satisfaction it might bring you.
And that, my dear... that can't be measured in miles.
Today, the 140 survivors of the Tour enter their final week...
Excuse me, madam, I'm looking for the Prisunic...?
You going by car?
Aren't you Mr. Lemorne from Nîmes?
Don't you recognize me?
Gisèle Marzin.
I know your daughter Gabrielle very well. I was her volleyball coach.
Oh, yes... of course.
We often met at the games.
Do you come to Remoulins a lot?
I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry.
We could have a quick coffee. Just for 5 minutes.
No, I really am in a rush.
Mr. Lemorne...
the Prisunic...
Take the highway in any direction. I was just there. It's full of foreigners.
Stop at any gas station, you'll find hundreds of women,
and there's no danger of being recognized.
It's Laurent Fignon in the lead.
He's become the favorite...
very demanding... the best, surely.
The Fignon/Hinault duel is getting more intense...
...in fact, on this day, it's not a question of finesse...
She's never there.
I'll see her mother next week.
THlS YOUNG WOMAN DlSAPPEARED 3 YEARS AGO
That guy and his posters again.
What guy?
Try to remember. We've already argued about this.
We argue about everything...
At Martinez's, you wanted to crucify anyone who kidnapped young girls.
I even asked, "What if I'd done it?" You laughed in my face!
Ah yes, the Dutch girl. And so?
Nothing. I admire his perseverance.
You mean his obsession. 3 years...
Exactly. I don't get it. He's some guy.
Good glue, isn't it?
Yeah, it's a good glue.
Sometimes I imagine she's alive.
Somewhere far away. She's very happy.
And then, I have to make a choice.
Either I let her go on living and never know,
or I let her die and find out what happened.
So... I let her die.
I don't feel like being part of a ménage à trois.
Sir?
Good morning, sir. A Perrier, please.
A Perrier, sure.
Excuse me, sir.
- You know a Montmejean? - Yeah: me.
- What? - I'm Mr. Montmejean.
- Ah, all right... Thank you. - A Perrier.
I want to see you. September 13th. 3:00 p.m.
Café Des Beaux Arts, Nîmes.
Montmejean.
He's watching me. I can feel it.
I think he's a lunatic.
If he's really involved, he wouldn't put himself in such danger.
This is the fifth time he's made me run after him,
and it's always within 62 miles of that gas station.
He's building up courage.
He knows I could've seen him then, and that I might recognize him now.
And then?
No idea.
Know what I'm afraid of?
That he'll stop sending postcards.
What if he's dead?
Then I'll never know.
You won't ever know.
He's playing with you. He's followed the story through the papers,
and wants to see how far you'll go.
He just needs to send a postcard and you obey him.
He's having a blast.
We'll see.
Quarter to four.
Shall we go?
Let him go to hell.
- He's here. Saskia was... - Saskia's gone, Rex. She's gone.
Show this nutcase, or whatever he is, that you're not interested anymore.
And if you want to do something meaningful in your life,
come lie with me in the sun. And do nothing.
If Saskia were here now, I'd still go with you.
But if it were possible to really choose,
I'd rather be at that gas station... 3 years ago.
Lieneke!
Where do you want to go?
To Anduze, Bois Vieux.
I've never been there.
Then it's time you went.
I've had enough of your "sacred places."
There might be people up there.