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Paris, a few weeks later

Steamed duck.

Chicken saute.

Chicken curry.

White rice.

Enjoy your meal.

White rice?

All done?

Careful. Everyone knows.

They want to tell Mr. Li.

You'll get us all in trouble.

And with the pills

you're totally spaced out.

Fried noodles,

white rice,

stir-fried shrimp,

and Peking duck for two.

Another fried noodles.

I'm here.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm sick of this shitty job.

I couldn't get your prescription.

And I'm worried.

Alexis hasn't answered for 4 days.

I'm all out!

I know. And I told you

I'd do my best.

We better get going.

Who's she?

Aline. Alexis's ex-girlfriend.

She still has the keys to his place.

We haven't spoken in over a year.

This is a pain in the ass.

I tried before.

It's chained from inside.

See what I mean?

Don't bother. I already tried.

Allow me.

Let's clean up

then we'll call the cops.

Give me a trash bag.

- You should lay off that stuff.

- F*** you.

It's none of my business.

It's your life.

- Are you coming or not?

- Watch your tone!

You asked me for a ride.

Now I have to help Aline.

What should I do?

Go sit and wait for the cops?

I can drop you off somewhere

or leave you here.

I don't need your help.

Do you pity me? I don't need pity.

Emily, just shut up.

You're only here

because I'm Lee's wife.

- F*** off.

- Get lost! Get lost!

No need to say it twice.

Jean-Pierre!

Jean-Pierre!

What's going on with Tricky?

His manager is putting you

on the guest list.

Who the hell cares

about the guest list?

I want 5 minutes with him.

I know.

I'm waiting for an answer.

I need to talk to him.

You think he'll help

get your son back?

Wake up.

Look at you.

You think you can raise a kid?

Want some money for a cab?

I know we're not Limp Bizkit,

but for once

I'd like to do a sound-check.

The band before you screwed up.

I can't be everywhere.

Don't take it so personally.

It's the club-owners who suck.

They care about the beer they sell

not the music.

I don't like being yelled at.

I'm upset.

I had to get it off my chest.

This morning I got the demos

I did with Gloria.

Who's Gloria?

I told you about her.

I met her in prison.

- Are You angry?

- You bet your ass I am.

In prison who was the punk

you or her?

No, it's like that for the men.

For us, the problem was trying

not to get raped by the guards.

But... if you care...

I managed just fine, thanks.

Thank God for your letters.

Everyone else forgot about me.

Come off it.

Except the press

who wrote tons of crap.

Yeah, here too.

Skip the first two tracks.

They're mediocre remixes.

Start with the third.

You do the vocals?

I wrote the lyrics too.

Gloria did the music.

Come on, Elena...

That was an easy shot.

Is Gloria still in jail?

She was involved in a hold-up.

A guy got hurt.

She's been in over a year

and hasn't gone to trial yet.

How many tracks do you have?

About ten.

I know it sounds pretty rough,

but obviously

the conditions were lousy.

Not good, not bad.

I can't say.

Like a lot of other stuff.

You mean it sucks.

I didn't say it sucks.

Let's get out of here.

Hello.

I'm lrene Paolini's assistant.

- Hello.

- This way.

She shouldn't be long.

With her you never know.

I'm always apologizing for her.

It's a real pain.

I know. I used to work with her.

- I know.

- Really?

I watched you

every week on the cable.

Introducing video clips, MTV-style

dressed like a total bimbo.

I watched the show for you.

I was a huge fan. I still am.

Thanks.

When was it...

at least six years ago...

- How old were you?

- Fifteen. I was in high school.

I wore my hair and clothes like you.

Thanks.

- You want a coffee?

- Yeah, I do.

My name is Sandrine.

- We spoke last week.

- Oh yeah?

I put your call through to lrene.

I haven't stopped

thinking of you since.

Last night I dreamt of you.

Was it a good dream

or a bad one?

A little of both.

I went to a hotel.

I had to see you.

They wouldn't let me in.

It wasn't even a fancy place.

I told them

'I'm a friend of Emily Wang's.'

They didn't believe me.

I became hysterical.

I was crying.

It got later and later.

Fortunately Lee Hauser was there.

He recognized me and let me in.

But when we got up to your room...

you'd disappeared.

The bed was left unmade.

- And?

- Nothing. I woke up.

Are you in Paris for good?

I don't know.

It depends on a lot of things.

Does it depend on lrene Paolini?

I need to find a real job.

To do something with my life.

Right now, things aren't great.

It's true that I'm counting on her.

Did she offer you

something serious?

No, nothing.

We just spoke for a minute.

How typical.

All she cares about is herself.

The heyday of cable is over.

The network

doesn't give her much freedom.

It's a police state.

I wanted to work with lrene Paolini

because she used to try new things.

I guess that's sort of true.

She's given up now.

You're being harsh.

You had your share of blows.

You've lashed out too.

People badmouth you

but you haven't given up.

That's why I respect you.

And not lrene Paolini.

Are you okay?

Hey it's you.

I couldn't get hold of him.

They came late

and went to do the sound-check.

But I got you a ticket.

- But no backstage pass.

- You said you would.

Yeah, but they're being control freaks.

I could barely get one for myself.

Tricky has to convince Lee's father.

I want to see my son again.

At least once in a while.

It's only human.

I'm not asking much.

I wrote him a letter.

Will you give it to him?

Call me on my cell phone

after the concert.

I'll tell you where we're eating.

Come meet us.

Did you get to see lrene Paolini?

No. She stood me up.

I'm waiting for another appointment

Hello.

He got your letter.

Someone else gave it to him.

Hold on...

Excuse me tricky I have Emily.

She's on the phone.

And she's on the street outside.

What should I tell her?

- Nothing... OK...

- Apparently, it's not a great time.

What I suggest is that...

Meet us at the stage door.

It's on Rue Caumartin.

Go ahead.

Mr. Li wants to see you.

I called to say I'd be late.

Take care of this.

She's your niece.

Follow me.

- No use coming back.

- What did I do?

You know.

You didn't keep your word.

You must respect your family.

If they respect me.

My mother won't speak to me.

I was like a father.

I lent you money.

I gave you a job.

- What a job!

- It's not good enough for you?

Yeah, yeah...

Ashamed working

with other Chinese?

I never said that!

We had an agreement:

no drugs here.

- I respected that.

- Liar!

They could shut down my restaurant.

Give me a light.

I'm gone for good.

And I'll pay you back.

Don't bother. Keep the money.

London, a few days later.

Sorry, the other day

I was with the head of programming.

I know... it's the same old thing.

I detect a note of reproach.

Not at all.

It's just that I know you.

- You're angry about the past.

- No.

I'm still angry with you.

You really didn't treat me that nice.

We don't have to see each other.

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