"And this man will die...
"He will..."
"... eventually."
"He will die," she repeated,
"and there is nothing any of us"
"can do about it."
"He put the last of the bullets"
"into the chamber of the gun"
"and..."
"stood in the window"
"to keep an eye on the street."
"He caressed her perfect ass,"
"he pulled her back against himself"
"and she felt"
"his cock against her,"
"like a big rifle"
"in his trousers."
Listen lady, you got to settle down.
You're embarrassing my friend.
Excuse me, can I have another coffee?
- You can't sit here all day, you know? - I have paid for my coffee.
You buy one or two coups of coffee and you sit here all day!
Day after day. You take up space.
I bought one of these muffins this morning...
- You did not? - I did.
- Which kind? - That kind.
Leave her alone, she is harmless.
- This is not a hotel! - It had mould on it.
Can I help you?
Come on, pal. What will it be?
This is not good... What kind of money is this?
- What kind of money is this, Frank? - Dutch.
Are you Dutch?
I don't know ...
- You sound like an American... - Where did you get this Dutch money?
It was in my pocket.
Look, take your Dutch money and get out of here...
- Uh, look... - What?
He is bleeding...
Bring some water.
- Does it hurt you? - Yes.
- Do you know your name? - No...
Frank... He doesn't know his name...
- Are you hungry? - Yes...
- A sandwich please... - Hey, look Frank.
She has money!
- Did you have enough to eat? - Yes thank you, do you want some?
- No. - Sure? - Yes.
Do you smoke?
I don't know.
I just had a smoke. It helps me to forget I'm hungry.
- Well, then eat some of this. - No, I couldn't.
- Why not? - Because I'm not hungry...
You're only forgetting you're hungry because of the cigarettes.
Yes, but I had a muffin, too.
- When? - Before...
- I was reading your story. - Did you like it?
- It's... sad. - Yes... everything that I write comes out to be sad...
Why do you thing that is?
I don't know...Look... Eat this.
You have no identification?
No... I woke up in the street, I don't know how I got there...
Perhaps you were robbed?
Could be.
Maybe you tried to commit suicide.
You think so?
You know how...
Excuse me?
You know how to smoke.
It took me few weeks to learn how to inhale.
Did I inhale?
Yes.
Eat that.
Hot phone sex.
You can keep them if you want.
- And what are these? - Pornographic magazines.
- Can I take a look? - Sure...
I met this man, George...
He said that he will pay me to write some short stories to publish.
"He reached out for her hand and he grabbed her chin..."
"... forcing his fingers brutally into her cheeks..."
".. and he lifted her face toward his..."
"'I never use the same woman twice', he said."
"'Not any more than I smoke the same cigarette twice.'"
"'You're used up. I've gotten all I need or want out of you.'"
- Had that happened to you? - No.
She never eats anything, that's the problem. You better have some food in you.
Right.
I'm sorry.
What for?
I should go back to the convent.
You're a nun?
No...
Not anymore.
I have some antiseptic for your cuts.
Can you remember anything at all about who you are?
I feel things.
But I don't know what they mean.
No, I don't remember.
I am confused mostly.
- Are you frightened? - Frightened?
- Yes, scared. - Of what?
I don't know.
So you don't remember anything.
No feelings, no caresses, no kisses, no...
I have a date.
I should go. Thank you.
No, don't leave, we can go to the police in the morning. You can stay here tonight.
Alright.
- I'll sleep on the floor. - No.
- I don't mind. - I have no blankets for you if you sleep on the floor.
I'll use my jacket.
But, you can sleep in the bed with me.
There is no room in the bed for the two of us.
There is, if we lie very close together.
- Who do you have date with? - I don't know.
His name is Warren, I have only spoken to him on the hot phone sex party line.
Hey, come on, get up.
This is not a hotel, and you have been in here all day.
Get up and get out of here.
But there are so many seats here no one is sitting in.
Listen lady, mind your own business.
What are you doing?
I am... molesting you.
Am I supposed to like it?
You can beg me to stop.
- And would you? - No.
I have to go.
- Who is playing? - Some band from Seattle.
- Are they good? - I guess... I can't hear to well.
- You must get bored out here. - I only have to work up until 10 o'clock.
Your ID please.
You want to see the show?
I can't afford 10 dollars.
Here.
- Go on in anyway. - Thank you.
It's OK. The management wants a lot of good looking women in there.
It's good for business.
I know.
How was your date?
I think there is something wrong with me.
How long has it been since you left convent, Isabel?
- 10 months. - And how long were you a nun?
- 15 years. - It's a long time.
When I make mistakes they tend to be big ones.
- Were you always religious? - No.
When I was a girl...
I wasted a lot of time writing bad poetry...
... about being lonely and too fat.
- You were fat, hum? - Not so fat, but I was ugly.
Well, anyway...
It was about that time that the Virgin Mary began appearing to me.
Pardon me?
It's true. She would speak to me three times in one year.
And what did she say?
She said that I should not become a nun.
- Why? - Because I'm a nymphomaniac.
- What? - It's true.
- You don't look like one. - Like a nymphomaniac?
- Yes. - How would you know?
But I lied.
I told to the priest God wanted me to join the order and become a nun.
- After all, what? - Well, I was scared.
Of what?
I was scared of what I knew God had planned for me.
- God had something planned for you? - Yes.
- What? - I don't know yet.
The virgin didn't tell me that.
But she did say it's going to be difficult, it's going to hurt.
And I need to be out in the world to do it, not in a convent.
I was 17, I was scared so I lied.
I lied for 15 years, I lied until I couldn't bear it any longer.
Shit.
Will you make love to me?
When?
When you finish your bath.
- Why me? - Why not you?
Well, you don't know me, you don't even know my name.
You don't know your name, either.
- Have you ever had sex? - No.
How can you be a nymphomaniac if you never had sex?
I am choosy.
I need to shave.
Is this ok? I use it on my legs.
- I don't think you are nymphomaniac. - You don't?
So, you'll make love to me?
I did the same thing yesterday. Here.
I think I'm in too much pain to make love tonight.
I can wait.
I've waited all my life.
Edward?
It's Sofia.
Yes... I'm here in New York.
I can't talk now.
Can I see you?
No.
Thomas is dead.
Yes.
Sorry.
You talk in your sleep.
- I do? - Yes.
What did I say?
Have some coffee.
What did I say?
You were shouting at someone named Sofia.
Sofia...
Do you remember her?
No.
How do you feel?
- A little better. - Good.
- We should go to the police. - No.
- Why? - Someone's probably looking for me.
This Sofia person, maybe?
Yes.
Maybe.
You were very mean to her...
I doubt she'd miss you.
- Yeah? - Yes.
- Very mean. - How?
You were threatening to hurt her.
What did I say?
Isabel, what did I say in my sleep?
You said you were going to slice her face with a razorblade.
I hate you.
He took advantage of me.
He got me hooked on drugs when I was 12...
He put me in pornographic films...
I am sick of it....
I want to change my life...
He won't let me...
I'm unhappy...
I pushed him out a window.
I killed him.
- When was this? - Yesterday morning. - Here, in New York?
- How did he know you were in New York? - I don't know. He knew everything.
Really.
- What did he want? - He was angry because I left him.
He said that If I didn't come back he was going to disfigure me.
He showed me some pictures.
Stuff they do to girls.
What you gonna do?
I don't know.
Tell me about Jacques.
- Jacques? - Yes.
- How do you know about Jacques? - Thomas mentioned him.
- Oh yeah, what did he say? - Not much.
But I know that Thomas got the money from him to make the movies.
He is a businessman.
What did you do for him?
Look, I didn't do anything, I'm an accountant, I took care of Thomas' money.
Is that what he does legal?
Look, the less you know about Jacques, the better.
Forget everything Thomas said about him.
I think that Thomas was in trouble with Jacques.
Thomas was in trouble with everyone.
- Why? - Because he is a devil.
No. I mean why he was in trouble with Jacques.
Thomas tried to blackmail him.
With what?
Accounting documents.
Records of banking transactions, etc.
So, Jacques did something illegal.
- He is an arms dealer. - And that's not allowed?
It depends... Not always... In this case, definitely not.
What do the documents look like?
- Why... you know where they are? - I don't know.
They're floppy disks.
- Floppy disks? - Yes... You know...
Like these things.
- This is what you call a floppy disk? - Yes.
- But it's square... - Yes, but they call them floppy discs...
It's not floppy either... It's stiff.
- Look, Sofia. Did you ever see Thomas with something like this? - No.
Hello... yes... what?
No way... right.
I'll be right back.
- Sorry, about that. - So what do you do now that you're back in the US?
- I prepare people's taxes. - Oh... that sounds so interesting.
Look.
This is the address of a house one of my clients owns upstate.
In a town called Porchester.
No one is there.
You go by train this afternoon, you take the taxi from the station...
Pick up some groceries that will last for a couple of days...
Here is 50 bucks.
And when you get there, stay put. We'll see what happens.
How do I get in?
I'll get the key from my office and I'll meet you at the station.
Thank you Edward... I know you must not think that much of me.
No, you are wrong.
Anyone who would kill Thomas is a friend of mine.
- He has ruined our lives. - No, he hasn't.
He damaged them, but I am going to change all that.
I am going to change my life... And I'll help you, too.
I'm going to take charge of things.
I'm going to be a mover and a shaker.
You wait and see.
That's all we can do for the time being.
No one has reported a person fitting your description as missing.
But if they do, at least we have your picture.
Do you have a place to stay?
- Yes. Thank you. - Oh good...
I hate to have to bring people in your position across the street to the hospital...
It is so cold, so unfeeling, so hopeless...
And frankly, understaffed.
- Let's go... you don't start crying. - OK... OK...
You are an officer of the law.
Take care... Good luck...
Thank you...
Hello... May I use your phone?
There is a pay phone by the restaurant.
Yes, I know it, but I have no change.
- Is it a local call? - Not really, but I will be brief.
Hello, I'd like to call the Netherlands.
What is the number, please?
31-20-626-11-55.
Hello, may I speak with Mr. Jacques?
Who is calling, please?
You can tell him Sofia Luddens is calling.
Yes?
- Is this Mr. Jacques? - Who is this?
This is Sofia Luddens, I am Thomas' wife.
I know who you are.
So, is this Mr. Jacques?
That depends.
- On what? - Is Thomas with you?
- No. - Where are you calling from?
I cannot tell you that.
Why are you calling, Sofia?
I need to tell Mr. Jacques something important.
Can you tell me?
- Are you Mr. Jacques? - Yes.
- How do I know that? - You have no choice.
Look, I have something that belongs to Mr. Jacques.
Like what?
Floppy disks.
What do you want, Sofia?
Money.
How much money?
A million dollars.
Ok.
Can you come here to our office?
No. No.
I'm not in Amsterdam.
It doesn't matter, we have contacts all over the world.
Somewhere public.
You have floppy discs with you?
No, but I can tell you where they are.
Fine.
- But, where do we find you? - New York City.
Where in New York City?
At Grand Central station.
What will you do when you find out who you are?
I can't say.
You have a little scar here, just above the eye.
I do?
- I like it. - Thanks.
You have to make love to me before you remember your name.
Well, I feel a little better today.
Why don't we go back to your place and make love right now?
I have to read my short story to George, the pornographer.
What about me?
Would you like to look at one of my magazines?
Meet me outside my building, at 5.
- Hello. - You are in a good mood.
Yes, I'm in a good mood.
These are for you.
By the way, Sofia...
If anybody asks about those floppy disks or mentions Mr. Jacques,
you just act as if you'd never heard of any of these.
I mean, not even to your closest friend.
You're my closest friend.
- Thank you. - Besides, I am good at keeping secrets.
That's good.
I learned all sorts of criminal behavior from Thomas.
Oh, yeah? Like what?
I rather not talk about it.
It was pretty disgusting.
- How did you meet Thomas, anyway? - Through my sister.
She used to travel around with these rock'n'roll bands, I left home and joined her.
- You were a groupie? - Yes, and then my sister died of an overdose.
And the band threw me out the bus in the middle of the nowhere...
That's when I met Thomas, and he got me into the movie thing.
- You were 12 years old then? - Almost 13.
There were good pornographers there for a while. At least I thought so.
They'd offices in London, Amsterdam, in Miami...
They made products of a certain good quality.
They paid their bills on time.
- We made profit, we got rich, actually. - What made you quit?
I had no choice. I was trying to save my life.
I don't understand...
It's true. Jacques would kill anyone who even knows about those floppy disks.
Excuse me?
I tried to tell him this.
I tried to tell him that he was risking my life as well as his own.
Risking your life.
Risking the lives of everybody who worked with us.
But he didn't care. He didn't care about anybody.
But they didn't kill you.
They didn't kill me because they don't know where I am.
We should go now.
- I'll walk you to the train. - No, I am ok.
- Go home. - I don't want to go home.
- I am enjoying myself. - You got to go home, Edward.
You should be hiding.
No, they still think I'm in Europe.
Come with me, then.
- Why? - Come with me, to the country.
- Now? - Yes, now, come on, we have to hurry.
Aren't we having a good time?
Yes, we're having great time.
I feel so close to you, all of a sudden. Please, come with me.
- Sure... - Good, let's go.
But there are really a few things I have to take care of at the office before I go.
I'll call you at the house as soon as I can.
Where to, pal?
- Drive! - Where to?
- Just drive. - Right.
"In even the smallest things"
"she saw pointlessness of hope,"
"the impossibility of forgiveness."
"'How is it possible?'", she asked,
"'that in a universe sustaining such conscientious brutality,'"
"'a friend can laugh,'"
"'a mother smile,'"
"'a father sacrifice,'"
"'or a lover kiss.'"
- Is that it? - Yes.
What do you think?
Well...
Frankly, Isabel...
It's quite bad.
- It is? - I'm afraid so.
But what is wrong with it?
- It is not pornographic. - Yes, it is.
The first part is.
It is poetry... And don't you try and deny it.
I'm sorry.
I've failed you.
- A mistake is not necessarily a failure, Isabel. - No?
Hmh, look at me.
I'm a fairly successful editor of...
dirty magazines.
I never intended this.
My aspiration was defamatory journalism.
My big ambition in life was
to get my hands on smutty pictures of presidents' mistresses.
I wanted to undermine huge corporations.
Sew the seeds of revolt
by publishing details of high level government corruption..
But...
You know...
Things happen.
We drift away from our vocation.
Now, look.
Here is a 100 bucks.
If you think of something really dirty,
really perverse, I mean really disgusting and gross,
give me a call.
- Ok? - Ok.
Hi.
What are you reading?
The Odyssey.
Is it interesting?
Sort of.
What is it about?
Well, it is about this guy Odysseus, mostly.
He is the king of a place called Ithaca.
He is an OK guy.
But he has to go and fight in this war.
He's gone for ten years.
And when he's on his way back, he's lost and he wanders around for another 10 years.
Well...
And he has really beautiful wife, Penelope, back home.
All the other men in Ithaca want to marry her.
Can I see it?
Penelope doesn't want to marry any of them, because she's waiting for Odysseus to get back.
But for all she knows, he could be death.
Sounds great.
What are you reading?
Chicks.
Do you find these women attractive?
I prefer girls of my own age.
That's understandable.
Do all women have hair between their legs like this?
Yes... I guess, most.
But there's a woman on page 22 who doesn't.
Can I keep this?
It belongs to friend of mine. I got to give it back.
Look... the new Sofia Luddens movie.
Who?
Sofia Luddens.
Who is it?
She is most notorious porno actress in the world.
Friend of mine saw this movie in which...
- Now, we have to contact Frankfurt, first. - Frankfurt?
- Right. - Amsterdam.
Are you sure?
London.
Tie him up.
This thing is a piece of shit.
You should have gotten the one I got.
What is that?
DX 2047.
- But that's what this one is. - No, that is DX2046, it's outdated.
- It's brand new. - Yeah, technology improves daily.
- How much you pay for that? - I lease it.
- Really? - Yeah. Works out cheaper in the long run.
- Bring me that lamp. - Right.
Jan, I don't have anything to do with Thomas anymore.
- I haven't seen him in over a year. - You know where Sofia is?
Sofia?
The girl... his wife...
No, I don't.
I don't know where she is.
Sofia Luddens.
What do you want from her? She doesn't know anything...
Jan look, we go way back...
We were accountants together.
You were a good accountant...
I was younger then.
I didn't know any better.
I've moved up.
I'm more realistic now.
What if I told you, Sofia killed Thomas.
I'd say you're lying.
But it's true.
Is it?
That's great.
That's why we're here to find out.
But, first...
I got to know where this girl, Sofia, is?
I won't tell you anything.
You realize we're going to torture you?
I won't tell you anything about Sofia.
- He's a moron. - Hopelessly romantic. - Give me your telephone.
- It's just as bad as mine. - What?
- Battery must be low. - I'll go down to the street, make some calls.
- See what you can get out of him. - Right.
- Hi. - Hello.
What's wrong?
I'm mediocre.
You are?
I am.
And I'm not sensual.
No, you are definitely sensual.
I'm coldly intellectual, too pale.
And too into theory, and my feet hurt from wearing these stupid shoes.
- You want to make love? - No. Not now, I'm tired, and aggravated.
I'd like to rent a movie.
A dirty movie?
Well...
Yes.
Ok.
This is my membership card for the video store.
It is over there...
- How is it going? - He's had it.
- Did you get anything out of him? - An address downtown.
Tribecca.
- I'm gonna get something to eat. - Get a receipt.
- Where is it? - Here.
- Hey, look, the water... - It's the Hudson, that's New Jersey over there.
- No way! - Yeah.
- This your lamp? - Do you like it?
It's got no plug.
- Hey. - I like the breeze.
You told me New York wasn't gonna be as hot as Miami.
Someone's tampered with my lamp.
- There's a dead man in the corner. - Bullshit!
There is... He's got a chair tied to his foot.
- Do you work here? - Yes...
I'd like to rent this type.
Sofia Luddens, ha?
- Do you know her? - They can arrest you for watching this stuff.
- Yeah? - No.
Pretty naive guy?
I've got amnesia.
Crap.
Are you a member?
No, but friend of mine is.
Isabel.
- She comes in here all the time. - She does, hum?
I didn't mean anything by that.
Good.
- We should give him some water. - We don't have any water.
- I need to take a shower, Ted. - Lift his head a little.
Give him some more.
- See... It works. - Give me some.
It's all we got.
This place ain't so bad.
- Do you think he's dangerous? - Could be.
I got my knife in case he does something weird.
- Maybe he's rabid. - Rabid?
Yeah, you know, like when someone has rabies...
Could be.
- Could be he got bit by a rat. - Are there rats in here?
Rats with rabies.
God, I hope not.
Hey, be careful over there.
He gotta learn to get along on his own.
Don't worry about him.
- Are you going to be ok? - Come on, let's go.
What are you watching?
Something called "Gang Rape".
What is it?
I know this girl.
It's Sofia Luddens.
- Do you know her? - No.
- How do you know her name? - It was written on the box.
Why did you get this tape?
I was curious about the name Sofia.
- But you don't recognise her? - No.
- This is it. - This is what?
This is the thing I'm supposed to do.
I'm not sure I understand.
This is it. This is the sign.
This girl.
Are you sure? How can you tell?
I just know. I can see it, it's in her face.
And you are part of it.
How can I possibly be part of it?
You have to be.
By as you have come to me.
I didn't come to you, you found me.
Yes, I found you, but you've brought me the sign.
- How do you know that it's a sign? - Because I do.
You could have gotten the sign by yourself, by going to that video store.
Yes, but I didn't... you did.
You think God wants you to find this girl?
She's in trouble, I'm certain of it.
And what are you gonna do about that?
I don't know.
- Where are we now? - The coffee shop is that way.
Sixth avenue?
Back there.
- The water is that way? - Yes.
But there is water that way, too.
It was a street with cobbled stones.
I have never seen the blood on the cobbled stones.
This is it.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
I remember.
There is glass... all over.
Here.
- You did that pretty good. - What?
Picking the lock.
It was easy.
Maybe you're a locksmith.
Shit.
What is it?
Do you still hope I don't find out who I am?
It doesn't matter to me... who you were.
You're not remembering anything, are you?
No... I don't remember anything
I am afraid.
Of what?
- I am afraid, I don't know how. - How what?
- Make love. - No...
Maybe I won't like it.
You liked that?
Yes...
- Liked that? - Yes...
I like that.
- You like this? - Yes... I like that, specially.
Keep doing that.
- What? - That.
You mean this?
- What is that? - What?
Listen.
Go, check the bedroom.
I'll find the lights.
- Yeah, that's her. - Should I break her neck?
No... I want to talk to her.
I swear to God, you'll read about it in newspapers tomorrow, Joey.
I swear to God.
What the fuck is your problem, pal?
Give it to me...
Police...
Police.
Wait!
Where are my kids, son of bitch?
Where are my kids?
Sofia?
My name is Jan.
I work for Mr. Jacques.
I hate you.
I hate Jacques.
I hate everybody.
Of course... It's a rough time to be a human being.
- Sit up. - What did you do to Edward?
Edward is dead.
Let's talk about these floppy disks.
- Hey! - Why did you have to do that?
He wasn't a danger to you!
- What is she talking about? - She's upset about the accountant.
Look...
Forget about Edward.
I want to know about these floppy disks, where did you get them?
From Thomas.
- When? - He had them with him yesterday.
- Is he here, in New York? - He is dead.
- Tell the truth. - That is the truth.
I pushed him out that window.
Makes no sense, Jan.
- Edward said the same thing. - It would have been in the papers, we would've heard.
Sofia, look.
You have to tell us everything you knew about Thomas.
- But what can I tell you? - Why was he here, in New York? - But he is dead!
- This is where he lives? - This is my place...
I pay the rent with my own money.
- I doubt it... - I was having it fixed up.
- I bought some furniture, but I ran out of money. - Typical.
- Please... - Right.
Sofia...
Who has Thomas been in contact with?
- I don't know. - How long has he been in the States?
Please, I hate him just as much as you do.
I don't know anything.
- What do you think? - We can perform a water torture in the bathroom.
But that can be noisy.
There are things that I can do with pair of pliers.
- You need me for anything? - No.
Good, I'm gonna check out these disks.
Hello, I'm officer Melville.
But you can call me Patsy.
They send people to me when they have no identification.
Sometimes they don't even know their own name.
It's so... incredibly sad.
Do you understand me?
Can you hear what I'm saying?
God, I can't take this job...
- You got to toughen yourself up... - What, I have to become completely insensitive?
Just do your job.
Is this a friend of yours?
Did this man harm you in some way?
Can I ask you a personal question?
Leave me alone...
You resent your position as a woman in the motion picture industry?
Sorry, I find you very attractive and I'm interested in commodities.
What are you talking about?
A commodity is an article of trade.
A product in the pure essence.
What has this got to do with me?
You're a product.
- I am? - You are a commodity.
Thomas tendered your body in exchange for money.
- So, I'm an article of trade? - Yes.
A useful thing in terms of classic capitalism.
I studied economics. I know what I'm talking about.
Why don't you tell me why Thomas was in New York and who did he come to see?
- He came to see me. - Why would he come to see you?
- He wanted me back. - Wanted you back?
- I ran away. - From Thomas?
- He'd loved me. - And you had left him?
- Yes. - Why had you left him?
- He scared me. - But you just told me that he loved you.
I just want to change my life...
- What about Thomas? - He took advantage of me.
- Who's fault is that? - I killed him, I did.
I swear.
- I don't believe you. - Please, don't hurt me.
Why would you be scared of a man who loved you?
It's OK.
Fuck!
- Let me drive. - Why?
- Because you don't know how. - I know how, I just don't remember.
But it's the same thing.
- What is the matter with her, anyway? - She is afraid of you.
Great, what are we gonna do now?
- Let me drive. - NO!
- Go north. - What?
Porchester.
You're wearing my stuff.
Sorry.
- They look good on you. - Thanks.
You're in love with him?
I only just met him.
Is it true he can't remember his name?
He has amnesia.
I hate him anyway.
What did she say?
She's in trouble with those men.
She doesn't want to go to the police.
Does she know who I am?
Yes.
But she won't tell me.
She said you were a very dangerous man.
I'll be outside.
Mind if I sit down?
Look, I can't remember anything.
I can imagine what I have done to you, but...
I want you to know that whatever it is that I can do to help you, I will.
This woman, Isabel...
- Who is she? - She helped me out.
- She doesn't know who you are? - No.
Neither do I.
But I do.
Will you tell me?
I won't.
- Do you have the key? - No.
There is only one bed upstairs.
You get some sleep, I'll stay up. Give me the gun.
Give me the gun!
Are you sure you don't want to go to the police?
They'll only send me back to Holland and Mr. Jacques will have me killed when I get there.
Who is Mr. Jacques?
It doesn't matter.
I know a place not far from here where you can hide for a while.
- You'll be safe. - I wish they'd just killed me.
Don't talk like that.
I'm not afraid of dying.
I'm afraid of pain.
No one is going to hurt you.
Yesterday I thought I was so smart.
Like I was going to help people and stop bad things from happening.
I was going to change things.
Change my life.
I got a man killed.
Don't do that!
It's not loaded.
I know, I emptied it. But who cares?
You gave me an unloaded gun to protect ourselves with?
I was scared.
You don't trust me at all, now, do you?
I'm sorry
Did you think that I'll walk in there, and shoot the two of you in your sleep?
She told me you had done things like that before.
What else did she say?
She said you were in trouble, too.
- In trouble with who? - Those men... back there.
- And who are they? - They work for a highly respectable
yet ultimately sinister international corporation.
With political connections.
- Are you making this up? - No... it's true.
- And what do they want from me? - They want to kill you.
- Why? - Because you know what is on these...
- And what the fuck are these? - Floppy disks...
- What? - Floppy discs.
But they are square.
And they are not floppy, either... They're stiff...
What is it?
What ever it is I'm supposed to do, this is it.
I don't think this is divine intervention.
- You don't? - No.
It's not a miracle, and it's not God's will.
You know what I think this is?
This, I think, is just really bad luck.
And it's got nothing to do with you.
So you shouldn't get any more involved than you already are.
I know I was meant to find this girl,
and to help her.
- You do, hum? - Yes.
I think, maybe,
I'm supposed to save her from you.
I'm the same man you knew yesterday.
Maybe...
We have no information on this man, he has no record.
- We have checked everything... - This guy is a maniac, from what I can tell.
Sir, he's troubled.
- Did he say anything, yet? - No. Nothing.
Get him out of here, Melville.
He's a mental case.
I'm sorry.
I have to book you.
Hello?
Don't worry.
Everything gonna be alright.
Yes... This is Isabelle.
No, I am sorry... I know it is early.
But I have something interesting.
What?... No, this guy is...
But very damaging.
Documentation of high level government corruption.
I don't know what government, exactly... Maybe a few...
Okay, look...
I am on a run from a group of blood-thirsty corporate assassins,
and I am hiding in the country,
Ok.
I'll call you when I can.
Expect an envelope tomorrow. Bye.
Where is Isabel?
I don't know.
The car is gone...
Look, I won't hurt you. Relax.
It rang before, too.
Did you answer it?
- Well, yeah... - Why?
- I thought it may be Isabel. - You idiot.
They probably know where we are now.
How was I supposed to know?
How were you supposed to know? You used to knew everything!
Oh, yeah. Why don't you tell me what I used to know?
- Why don't you just answer the phone? - Fuck you.
- Drop dead. - Listen, you! I had enough of this shit.
Are you going to tell me who I am and what is going on around here or what?
You want to know who you are?
Yes!
- Why should I tell you who you are? - Because I'm asking you to.
And I am supposed to do whatever you want me to do, is that it?
Forget it. I don't care, I don't want to know.
- Now you see, that's just like you... - What is?
Answer the phone!
You answer the goddamned phone.
Hello.
Sofia. It is Jan.
I've got Isabel and I know where you are.
I am going to make a deal.
You tell me if Thomas is with you.
Just answer yes, and you and Isabelle won't be harmed.
But if you say no, Isabel is dead.
Yes or no... Is he with you? If he is, I'll knock on the door in five minutes, let him answer.
Yes or no?
Yes, and you and Isabel are free.
No, Isabel is dead.
Sofia...
Yes or no?
Yes...
Are you ok?
Edward.
You're alive...
- Let me drive. - No, no.
- It is Melville's gun, sir. - We got a trace on the car.
It's been spotted. There is an officer in pursue.
- Where? - About five miles away. East, toward the river.
- Anything in that direction? - Yes, sir... A convent.
Isabel?
This is bad.
- Who is he? - He's my friend.
Tell him to wait outside.
Isabel, are you in trouble?
Yes.
I knew you'd get into trouble, I knew it.
You should have never left here.
Never...
Let me tell you...
Let me tell you who he is...
- How is she? - The bullet shattered the shoulder bone.
We can stop the bleeding, but you gotta take her to a hospital.
Now, what's his problem?
The girl wants to talk to you.
I told her...
I told Isabel... everything.
I told her who you are.
I can't forgive you.
I can only forget.
And I don't want to.
I'm sorry.
What are you sorry for?
Do you know?
No.
I don't.
I don't know what I'm sorry for.
But I am sorry.
That's got to mean something, right?
I mean...
Whatever it is she's told you...
Whatever it is I was...
This is I me now.
What else can I do?
Will you still make love to me?
Eventually.
I'll go pull out the car.
Wait!
Here.
Take the gun.
I've put the bullets back in.
Thomas!
This isn't him.
Erm, miss...
Excuse me, miss...
Do you know this man?
Yes.
I know this man.