Crocodile... chameleon... caterpillar...
Here we are.
Golden egg... golden egg...
What egg?
Saskia! Saskia!
Come on! Come on!
Here I am!
Rex Hofman!
Come on!
Come and show yourself.
Hey, piss off, man!
Come and show yourself!
What's all this crap about?
You finished, you prick?
Yes! I'm here, Rex Hofman!
Don't you get it? Do I have to come down there?
Come and show yourself!
Last equation: benzoic acid...
plus NH2...
H20...
30 seconds.
Mr. Lemorne.
1 5.
Mr. Lemorne.
5.
Finish.
- Where are you standing? - Next to the fountain.
In this crowded square in Arles, there might be a murderer.
You might see him, but you won't realize it.
He's just another face in the crowd.
A gripping situation which Mr. Hofman
has experienced 5 times.
Daddy, look! There we are!
-How many times did the police videotape it? -Didn't you see?
Only the first 2 times.
Now they're convinced it's just a bad joke.
And you don't agree, right?
No. And I hope this gentleman is listening.
There's something I want to tell him.
I want to meet you.
I want to know what happened to my friend.
To know that, I'm prepared to do anything.
I don't hate you.
I don't hate anything. But I need to know.
I need to know.
I'm sorry.
I hope you'll eventually learn something.
She's working in a brothel in Marseilles.
I'll see her in 3 days. Mrs. Phoenix, Montelimar.
- Take a look? - Okay.
In this crowded square in Arles, there might be a murderer.
You might see him, but you won't realize it.
He's just another face in the crowd.
A gripping situation which Mr. Hofman
has experienced 5 times.
I need to know.
Do you have any idea what kind of person he could be?
I think...
no, I'm sure... he's...
he's very intelligent,
can go unnoticed,
and is a total perfectionist.
Mr. Hofman, an important question:
this new cmpaign must cost at least 1 00,000 guilders.
That means you've had to borrow about 300,000 francs.
Why now? After 3 years?
Not long ago, I had a dream.
The exact same dream my friend had the night before she disappeared.
She dreamed
that we'd meet somewhere in space,
each of ys
imprisoned inside a golden egg.
In my dream we also found each other, out there in space.
And I've interpreted this dream as a sign.
Do you have any hope...
Of finding her? No!
Then, Mr. Hofman, why don't you give up?
It's an homage, sir.
Nice.
An homage to the vanished loved one.
If you have any information about this young woman,
please contact us.
Thank you, Mr. Hofman.
You're quite photogenic.
I'm sorry.
How are you?
Okay.
Really?
Don't you know "Lieneke's Law"?
Relationship Law #1 :
"Getting over the separation lasts half the time the relationship did."
So I'll be over it in about 4 months.
It's a pity.
If there'd been no Saskia...
True, if there'd been no Saskia. But there was and is a Saskia.
Understand that.
I'll call you.
Mr. Hofman.
I'm the man you're looking for.
Café des Beaux Arts, in Nîmes.
I saw you, but you weren't alone, so I didn't dare bother you.
Is she de... dead?
Come with me to France and you'll know everything.
- Even how she died? - I offer you this unique chance.
Finished?
I'm warning you, I've taken precautions.
If anything happens to me, if you speak to anyone,
my offer's no longer valid. And you won't know a thing!
I'm going back to France with or without you.
I'm off in 5 minutes.
All this time, I was afraid you might be dead.
If you're hungry, I've prepared everything.
Passport. Passport.
If they don't stop us, I promise I'll tell you everything.
Go on.
Lemorne, Raymond.
6 Place aux Herbes, Nîmes.
Last time you made me go to your place.
True, I don't like the idea that you know my name.
I have to limit my risks.
But you could have traced it from my license plate.
You won't gain anything by opening an investigation.
You have nothing on me.
The coins in the coffee machine. Your prints are on them.
If I'd been thirsty, and if I had coffee,
I'd have held the coins by the edge.
You're on a Polaroid I took at the gas station!
That's a lie.
You would have recognized me at the café in Nîmes. I was there.
Second table on the right.
Passport.
I've thought a lot about our meeting, Mr. Hofman.
Since the beginning, I felt the need to see you.
When you left the café,
I realized I couldn't wait any longer.
What you said on television persuaded me.
I gathered the courage you spoke of.
You can kill me.
I acknowledge your right to do so.
I'll take the risk.
But I'm banking on your curiosity.
You want to know what happened to Miss Saskia.
When I was 1 6, I discovered something.
Everyone has those thoughts, but no one ever jumps.
I told myself: "Imagine you're jumping."
Is it predestined that I won't jump?
How can it be predestined that I won't?
So, to go against what is predestined, one must jump.
I jumped.
The fall was a holy event.
I broke my left arm and lost 2 fingers. Why did I jump?
A slight abnormality in my personality,
imperceptible to those around me.
You can find me listed in the medical encyclopedias
under "Sociopath" in the new editions.
Did you rape Saskia?
Come now, Mr. Hofman!
It was 26 years before a new experience came to mind.
First place!
Denise! I thought so.
A bit to the left. There.
To the left.
Leave a space between you and mom...
Good. Keep still.
Smile! Or no pocket money.
Stay there.
Dad, there's a little girl in the water!
Bidule drowned!
Who's Bidule?
My dolly.
The man won't save her.
- Goodbye. - Thank you very much.
Dad, you're a hero! Jumping in without a second thought!
Of course! I'm a hero.
But never trust a hero.
A hero is capable of rash gestures.
My daughter was bursting with pride.
But I thought that her admiration wasn't worth anything...
unless I could prove myself absolutely incapable
of doing anything evil.
And as black cannot exist without white,
I logically conceived the most horrible deed
that I could envision right at that moment.
But I want you to know, for me killing is not the worst thing.
Could we stretch our legs?
Do you always come to France to cycle?
You were amateur, weren't you?
In cycling, "amateur" is a category.
I cycled for pleasure.
That's what I said: you're an amateur.
The way up to Ventoux is the best place to watch the Tour de France go by.
About a mile before the top
you can see who'll give way and who'll try for a breakaway.
That's where I saw Zoltemèque.
One of your compatriots, Zoltemèque.
Know him?
Doesn't sound Dutch. Sounds more like a Mexican god.
It's Zoetemelk.
Zoe-te-melk.
Couldn't be more Dutch.
It means "sweet milk."
Mr. Sweetmilk?
Some weird names you've got there.
Naaktgeboren, "born naked."
My neighbor has a dog called Rex.
Dodeman.
Mrs. Deadman.
Marriage produces some strange combinations.
I know a woman called Friar-Towes.
"Fry-her-toes."
In the Nîmes phone book, there's a guy called Poof!
Ah, yes, we're not big on languages in France. It's difficult.
Oh, it's impossible...
I'm wasting time...
That's better.
My car!
I'll wait for you there.
Asshole.
Pardon?
Nothing.
I see you speak very good French.
It certainly makes things easier.
My method wasn't very successful.
I couldn't get the women I wanted into my car.
Prostitutes, yes. But they don't interest me.
They're more obvious victims.
And nobody cares.
So I was getting high blood pressure.
Frustration.
And now, the presents!
Here's mine.
Tiles, for the house at St. Côme.
For your car keys. And all the miles you have to drive...
Thanks, darling.
More?
YOUR LlFE
My glasses.
- Look at his ears. - Oh, he's so cute.
A bit pudgy, huh?
That's when you fell from the balcony.
It wasn't the trailer that should be heavier...
It was me who should be weaker!
Here's the course of the Tour. We're at the uphill climb
of Col du Coq, the most important stretch
in this section of mountain passes.
The game gets serious now, on this 17th day.
The Colombian Herrera, who'd left the group behind has been overtaken...
The close fight between Fignon and Hinault is starting again.
Hinault's pushing down hard...
It's the third time he's tried to break away from Fignon.
But Fignon's not giving in.
He's sure he'll be wearing the yellow jersey tonight at l'Alpe d'Huez.
The two men have now openly drawn their swords...
but they're stabbing each other with "banderillas".
But Fignon's not weakening...
and now, going by the summit...
Arroyo in front of Delgado, Millar, Fignon and Hinault...
The fight begins...
One only has to top his adversary!
It's a battle of the giants...
And then you arrived.
Your friend even kissed you before she got out.
Yes, we're 12 miles from the finish line at the summit of l'Alpe d'Huez.
We're part of an extraordinary event!
I was right... Herrera wasn't to be dismissed... I told you so.
Hinault's putting on a brave face, fighting with exceptional courage.
He's giving Fignon an open challenge.
In a few words, this is the situation...
Herrera and Fignon will certainly wear the yellow jersey tonight...
barring catastrophe.
Easy there!
Broken?
In Germany it's forbidden to drive like that.
Even as a passenger?
I broke my arm when I was 11 years old. That was in 1940.
59. You're 59.
I will be in November. Right now, I'm still 58.
Yes, but most of the year has passed,
so there's more chance that you'd be 59.
Therefore, my assumption was correct.
Sorry.
Excuse me, miss.
- Do you speak French? - Of course.
Could you help me?
I have a trailer. I need to hitch it onto my car, but I can't do it alone.
My car!
Where's the trailer?
Over there. I'll bring the car.
I can come with you, if you don't mind.
Sure.
But how can you drive?
You'll see, no problem.
Excuse me!
Destiny, Mr. Hofman.
If I hadn't sneezed...
Excuse me, sir.
Do you speak French?
I am French.
I don't have enough francs for the vending machine.
Do you have any change?
Yes, so... I have 1 coin for 1 franc...
and 2 coins for 2 francs...
Do you have 5 francs?
No, I don't have 5...
But I do have 10, and if you have 5...
I don't have 5, but... 6... 7...
Good, good. Sorry, sorry... it's very kind but...
I'd get change... I'd rather... Bye!
I'm going to drive on the highway for the first time.
It's very good to speak French.
My friend always says I must trying.
Try.
Your French is very good.
No, you are...
...a liar. Liar?
Correct.
Yes, look at me.
In your hand, very pretty!
Because my amigo, my amigo...
I love him very much,
and also has a name with...
Rex, Roel, Roger...
- Raymond. - Raymond? Good.
Is it possible...
...for me buying a... a thing?
I'm a salesman for these.
I sell them. I've got plenty in my car.
Here?
No, I don't...
Yes?
I... want... can...
Shit.
Want can to buy this thing?
Why not?
An "R"? Roel, Rex, Ray... Yes?
- Why not? - But... a lot?
13.50 francs.
Like the frisbee?
I want very much!
Tiles.
- Oh, is called tiles? - Yes.
I want a tile with an "R".
- Get in! - Excuse me?
Get in!
Even the best laid plans can be...
What's happening...?
Just a bad connection.
You weren't wearing your seat belt, sir.
I have a permit,
a medical certificate.
I'm claustrophobic.
Correct.
See what I was saying?
The best plans can be wiped out at any moment by what we call fate.
I confess, that saddens me.
Mr. Hofman!
What did you do to her?
I'll tell you. I promised you that.
But the only way to tell you, is to make you share the exact same experience
You're completely insane.
It doesn't matter, really.
So she isn't dead?
Drink.
What's in it?
A sleeping pill.
I drugged her and now I'm going to drug you.
And after?
After, you'll experience exactly what she did.
If she's dead, I'm also going to die.
You're crazy.
It's the only way.
You can't be serious!
I don't want to punish you.
I'm not saying another word.
I don't care about you.
All I want to know is what happened to her.
I understand, Mr. Hofman.
I've put myself in your shoes.
In fact, I believe that you don't want to punish me.
But I'm not so certain I should. Understand?
I believe you, but I must pretend that I don't.
So, drink.
It's truly the only way.
What's in it?
I've already told you: a sleeping pill dissolved in coffee.
The car keys. I'd love to look at them one more time.
Mr. Hofman, understand once and for all:
what use are these keys to you?
You're powerless.
You're bluffing!
Assume you're right. Can you be absolutely sure?
That's where your problem lies.
You must keep in mind the possibility that there's no proof against me.
That could spoil all your chances.
Mr. Hofman, I've been analyzing what goes in your head for the last 3 years.
You can leave. Even go to the police with the keys.
But then, you'll never know what happened to Miss Saskia.
On the other hand, drink... and you'll know.
In less than 1 hour, I guarantee you.
I know all I need to know.
I don't care about the rest. I'm leaving.
And the uncertainty?
The eternal uncertainty, Mr. Hofman?
That's the worst.
I wanted to help you out!
So?
I told myself: "Imagine you're drinking."
Where is it predestined I won't drink?
So, to go against what is predestined, I must drink.
It takes 10 minutes to work.
I drank it for her!
Sure! She never left you the time to fall out of love!
Help! Help!
Help!
Oh no, it can't be!
My name is Rex Hofman and that's a bit weird...
Rex Hofman... Rex Hof...
Saskia!
MYSTERlOUS DOUBLE DlSAPPEARANCE
AFTER SASKlA WAGTER HER FRlEND REX HOFMAN...