You know that old ad?
I saw it in a best-of.
Come in.
You're alone? Where's Chris?
I don't know. You know he likes to cruise around.
He'll be back soon.
- You married for long? - No.
He's cool.
You have a girlfriend?
I had one, but I dumped her, she was boring.
Hours listening to her talk, People magazine crap...
just to kiss for 3 minutes.
No tongues, she was always disgusted.
Bad choice. My brother Simon, he's the opposite.
His girl got pregnant, what a fuckup.
- What does he do? - He's unemployed.
Hi, Chris.
I didn't think you'd come bug us.
You should be with people your age.
Alex...
Alex!
You better go.
I need your help, baby.
A little further to go, baby.
Tell me.
Stop, Chris.
I'll never leave you, baby.
We're a team.
- What do you want me to talk about? - Will you stop fucking with me.
You're angry?
Why do you do it?
Before you, no one gave me a chance.
That's why I show you who I am.
How should I take it?
Is it a challenge?
As a kid...
my dad made me go to church, and I believed in God.
Then I stopped believing.
I don't believe in good or evil any more.
Today, there are those who are hungry and those who have fear.
I have a terrible fear inside me.
You have that fear too, baby.
I recognized it.
I didn't want to be paralyzed by the fear growing inside me.
So I followed my impulses.
Girls, boys.
With the girls, I never paid.
But with boys...
money makes things easier.
Especially with the young ones.
I know where they hang out. Prostitutes or not.
My age freaks them out.
They trust me.
They talk to me.
They're flattered I listen to them.
No, nothing, I drift. I screwed up first year in tech college.
- In what? - Computers.
My parents couldn't pay for private school.
Why?
My dad works in a factory. Only part-time.
My mom is a guidance counselor. That's funny.
Why?
Because I have no guidance.
I like their passivity.
Sometimes so unexpected.
At the beginning, it was just sex.
Then one day...
with some girl, I forget her name,
I felt something bizarre.
What time is the movie?
Look in the paper.
You could have shaved first, I have a bad rash now.
Your ass was on fire and I fucked you right,
so keep your bullshit remarks to yourself.
Ok, let's change the vibe? I thought you were into
5 o'clock shadows.
I was saying that for next time.
There won't be a next time, you piss me off.
Waitresses like you, wagging their asses, I bang 7 a week.
I don't wag my ass for everyone. I really dug you. Relax.
I am relaxed.
So relaxed, I'm gonna skip the movie.
Have a quiet evening alone.
Yeah? You're a misleading kind of guy.
The more I looked at her...
how can I put it...
the more I got a hard-on.
But in my head.
I never hit a girl again.
Believe me.
You're right, baby.
It does me good to talk to you.
- And this girl you... - No.
I prefer you don't ask questions. Let me go on.
The next day I saw Vlad, one of my regulars.
Did you know in the US a lot of young Mormons become prostitutes?
Pass me the joint instead of talking bullshit.
The older men eject the teenage boys from the community
so they can have access to many women. They're polygamous.
- Yeah? - And you know what?
The teenage boys, they send them to be prostitutes in Florida.
Apparently it's a whole network. Minors bring in a lot of money.
I should have gone and worked out there illegally, the money's better.
You're not a minor.
I'm sure Americans fantasize more about Russians
than the French do.
Because of the Cold War. The ones who are over 50 years old.
- You're not Russian, you're Rumanian. - We're all the same to them.
Do you mind if I punch you?
I asked you a question, Vlad.
If you give me more money, fine.
And don't leave too many marks, ok?
And that really gave me the hard-on. I paid him 200 euros for the bruises.
Since that day,
I understood my soul could become a foreign territory.
And I got back on the road, following these new impulses.
I'm so happy we're together.
That's it.
I've told you everything, baby.
Do you love me like this?
As I am?
I'm going to help you. You'll see.
Here we are.
Are you asleep?
No.
I'm starving. Want some Chinese?
Yeah.
- Can I order for you, baby? - Yeah.
Come in.
Where were you born?
Here, in France.
But my dad's from Cambodia.
- Boat people? - Yeah.
He met my mum in a refugee center.
She was an aid worker there. She looked after the clothes.
- So you're mixed race. - Yeah.
But my mum, she's not French, she's Portuguese.
You don't look like you got any Portuguese.
It's good to be a mix, that's the future.
Mixed races are the angels of a world free of purity.
Stop fooling around, Chris, the food's getting cold.
2700 euros, 3 hours of poker, not bad huh?
What are you doing?
Nothing, I can't sleep.
Yeah, I know him, the guy from Philadelphia.
He was an expert in his line.
What bullshit.
The shrinks have no idea.
I'm just getting information, that's all. It could help.
Help with what?
What counts is that you understand me.
I don't give a fuck about the others.
Right.
Go on then. Ask me some questions.
Ok, I'm willing to take the test.
- Did you ever start a fire? - No.
- Did you torture animals as a kid? - No.
I did it once, with girlfriends.
We put a cigarette in the mouth of a big toad, and it exploded.
That's not torture. Torture is when you take your nasty neighbor's cat,
you suffocate it in a bag,
you wait til he's nearly passed out, you take a pair of scissors, you poke
- his eye out, then you... - Did you piss in bed as a kid?
Hell no! My dad wouldn't have put up with it.
The belting I would have got.
Did your dad beat you?
Did he hit you often?
What do they know? All that psychology shit...
Just because you're beaten,
that explains everything?
My dad always told me, I'm a child of God.
Understand?
I'm a child of God, whatever I do.
You're right, Chris.
We're all children of God.
If you really want to understand me...
there's only one way.
Shit, it's not him.
- Vlad's not here? - No, he left.
- Where to? - Went to the US.
I took over his spot.
I'm with my wife, is that ok?
It's ok, I just won't tell my girlfriend.
Guys, it's not a problem, but chicks, yeah...
No point trying to understand.
- What's her name, your girlfriend? - Marie.
- And you? - Nicolas.
Aurore, Nicolas. Nick.
18 years old.
Let's go to the country, we like fucking in nature.
Can I answer? It's my girlfriend, I just sent her a text message.
Yeah, answer.
Yeah, you ok?
Yeah, 5 minutes max.
Yeah, the work is good this afternoon.
I can't talk now.
OK, talk to you later.
Kiss you.
To die while still innocent.
That's what I give them.
I free them.
With this act, I extinguish our revolts.
Chris, the knife!
What a bastard, little shit!
Do you understand me better now?
We share our life for better and for worse.
Repeat it for me in American.
Repeat after me!
This makes us stronger,
you'll see.
Good afternoon, Officer.
Your papers, please.
You're not answering?
Put it on voicemail. We're busy.
Could you show me what you have in the back?
We're taking a trip, we're newly-weds.
We're into that.
- Just anywhere? - Places where there's nobody.
It's our honeymoon trip.
OK, Thomas, all in order.
Wow, Tom, you're pretty built!
Yeah, I'm in the regional gym team.
- Married? - No.
Gym takes all my time, with competitions...
Give me that phone.
With that we can be traced.
What can I do for you?
Nothing. I've got my period.
It's always like this the first day.
Tomorrow, it'll be better.
Don't be mad, baby.
You'll get over it.
Hey, what about a tip?
If you blow me, I'll give you a big one.
You're lucky I need this job, or else I'd smash your face in.
Go on, if you've got any balls.
You must be crazy to live with this guy.
Go on, get out.
I tired myself out. Couldn't sleep.
You feel better?
No, not really.
Hello.
No, she's here, it's not a wrong number.
I'll put her on.
It's your father.
What's wrong?
My dad's showing up next week, problems with his business.
- You think he'll like me? - I don't care.
We'll see when he's here. Fucking economic crisis...
Need to take your mind off things, huh.
There's something I'd like to try.
What?
Laundromats make for good hunting.
You just have to be patient.
What's the big deal. I'm naked at home.
- And you've already acted? - No, not yet.
I did some castings, but...
It's fantasy island those jobs. Actor, singer...
I'm giving myself 5 years to make it.
- How old are you? - 21.
You look older.
And what do you do?
No kidding. I manage to do nothing.
- And I do nothing. - Yeah, ok.
Yeah but my parents, they have quite a lot of money.
I came to Paris to find myself.
Then I met Chris.
Right, here we are.
Living from day to day.
Today, that's the winning strategy.
Whether you're in the shit or not.
Me, I'm always ahead of the game. I've always lived like that.
Yeah right...
Well, time to go to work.
What time do you start?
7 pm.
I'm going to take a shower.
- Did you like it? - Yeah, great.
You?
If it's good for you, it's good for me.
He's well hung, huh!
He said he was finished at 2?
What the fuck is his problem?
- Why don't we go. - We're staying.
It's no big deal. We'll see him some other time.
I want to see him today.
Maybe he finished earlier.
We don't even know where he lives.
I don't like to be fucked with.
- Together forever, then? - Yeah, that's right, get in.
- Where do you live? - Not far, just past Bastille.
Beat it, I don't want to see you again.
What do you mean?
I said get lost.
Are you sick, man?
- What's the matter? - Drop it.
Move it.
What's wrong with you?
I've thought about it.
I want you all for me, baby.
I would have killed him.
I could feel it growing inside me.
I'm so proud I didn't.
There's someone in the bathroom.
Shit, it's my father.
Make some coffee.
Where have you put the bathrobe?
At least we just cleaned it.
I'd like you to meet Chris.
We spoke on the phone.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
I wanted to go with Chris to Los Angeles.
Spend some time with him there.
It might seem crazy, but America's my dream.
I've always imagined myself there.
As a cowboy, wild and free, or as a hippie in California.
Or even a dealer on Wall Street.
I want you to know, it's serious between me and Chris.
You want my opinion?
No.
I don't like your tone.
I'm nice with you, and you look down on me,
like scum. What's your problem?
I don't give a damn if you don't like me.
Aurore is the love of my life.
Too bad if it pisses you off.
People like you, I like pissing off.
So we're going to the US, your house or somewhere else.
Come on, calm down.
- I need some fresh air. - Me too.
- What are you asking? - Make an effort.
These are the questions that the Immigration Officer will ask you.
So I'm asking: Why are you coming to the United States?
Because it's my dream. All my heroes are American.
They don't give a fuck about that.
You say you're on vacation, visiting friends.
I'm on vacation.
Go on.
- Is Christopher Sarge here? - Yes, that's me.
Inspector Malherbe.
- What's going on? - We have a warrant for your arrest.
What does that mean?
You have to come with us for questioning.
What's the charge?
You're a suspect in the murder of Nicolas Barnier.
A prostitute found dead in the woods near Rambouillet.
- Nonsense. - The police stopped you in the area.
Your van was identified.
We traced it here.
You're the girl who was with him?
Yes.
You'll have to come with us too.
I love you Chris. Don't be scared.
I'm scared.
Hold me.
Please, let her kiss me.
It's ended?
Think of our love, my love.
This is your apartment?
Yes, it's my father's.
Cover my ears with your hands, please.
Cover my ears.
This story was loosely based on different studies of serial killers
and their testimonies.
In one of the stories, you can notably read:
"With serial killers, one is confronted with an extraordinary
paradox: They are people who suffer enormously
and who express this immense sadness in their violent acts.
To kill satisfies their deep need to exist."
In another, a serial killer says: "When I kill, I get rid of my humanity
like a heavy burden. I'm in a wonderful world of
indifference, there were no distress, no solitude can menace me any longer."