Frantic Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 120 min
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without her consent.
You'd need a French attorney
to make a formal request.
What are you talking about?
Why wouldn't she want me to know?
You've been to Paris before?
Yes. On our honeymoon.
Is it possible she met someone then,
whom she's been thinking about?
Since June 15, 1968?
Please, don't take offense. I'm an ex-cop.
We've seen this type of thing before.
Can we call the concierge again?
- Gaillard's gone out.
- Where?
- Is Gin and Tonic a bar?
- Gym Tonic. A gymnasium.
Did you get an address?
They don't take client calls.
Tell them it's an emergency.
He hung up.
Dr. Walker.
Something I can do for you, sir?
My wife. Do you remember my wife?
She left the hotel this morning
while you were on duty.
- Did you see her?
- Yes, I spoke to her.
What did she say?
She asked me to send up toilet articles...
...and left with the man who called her.
I don't understand. Man who...
Well, a man...
...asked me if Mrs. Walker was at the hotel.
I said she was.
He called your room.
A little later, your wife came down.
She asked me to get her some toothpaste,
a toothbrush and...
...how do you call to take off make-up?
Take make-up off your face.
Cotton balls.
And they left together.
Is there a problem?
Did she seem to know him?
Were they talking?
I noticed she had wet hair,
which is a bit strange.
I didn't hear what they were saying, but...
...he had his arm around her.
Around her waist or...
No, around her shoulder.
What did this man look like?
Tall, well-dressed, mustache, dark skin.
He had an accent.
An accent?
Not American, if you know what I mean.
More like Middle East.
Thank you.
I'm sorry. Thank you.
You'll have to wait your turn.
This is an emergency, you understand?
You understand, but don't give a damn.
We have a lot of emergencies.
You have to wait like everyone else.
Has everyone else had
their wife kidnapped?
I don't know, sir.
Where are you from?
San Francisco, like the passport says.
Step through the metal detector, please.
I'll take that, sir.
Remove all the metal objects
from your pockets.
I keep your passport here.
Wear this pass in the building, sir.
Thank you. Go in.
Eyes?
Blue, both of them.
Blue.
Face?
Oval. Look...
I know this seems like
annoying bureaucracy, but...
...we have to send
a missing person's report to the police.
I've been to the police.
I've filled out the form.
And it's not a missing person.
It's a kidnapping.
Don't you think it's premature
to be so positive?
No, I don't. I have witnesses.
My wife was kidnapped.
Do you understand?
Yes, of course.
What would you like us to do, exactly?
I want you to find my wife.
Dr. Walker, ours is basically
a liaison function.
We can help you communicate
with the French police.
We can put a little pressure
on the Ministry of Interior.
But, it's their jurisdiction.
We can't just send a posse out after her.
What do you do here?
I'm head of American Services.
Visa applications...
...registering births...
Is there somebody here who can help me?
Talk to our security officer.
- Are you rich?
- No, I'm well off. I'm a surgeon.
- Involved in politics?
- No.
Your wife?
The same. We don't even vote anymore.
There isn't much to support
your kidnapping theory, except this.
It's flimsy, doesn't close very well.
It used to.
You were in the shower
when this person called?
So you didn't hear
any of their conversation?
No, none of it.
They spoke for a moment,
then she went downstairs to meet him.
Meet him?
Yes. Meet him.
And when they left the hotel,
he had his arm around her.
He had his arm around her.
Here, like this.
He could have had a gun. Like this.
Pointed at her.
"Shut up. Smile. Walk. Out the lobby. "
Yes, it could mean that.
Or they could've been having a good time.
Mr. Shaap, you're talking about my wife.
You must be thinking about yours.
402, please.
- What's this?
- TWA came by to fetch a suitcase.
Jesus, the suitcase.
No other messages?
Nothing. He asked for you to leave it
in the luggage room.
My key, please.
It's not here, Mr. Walker.
Jet lag.
Should I send the bellboy?
I've come for the suitcase, sir.
Just a minute.
And this.
Please call Dr. Richard Walker
at the Grand Hotel...
...Intercontinental.
It's important.
- A beer.
- Tuborg, Heineken?
You're looking for Dd?
Yeah, you know him?
Sure. You don't look like you know him.
What am I supposed to look like?
Desperate, man.
I'm desperate.
Where you from, man? New York?
San Francisco.
Much better, man.
North Beach. Much, much better, man.
Many places to dance.
"If you go to San Francisco"
"Be sure to wear a flower in your hair"
Come on, man. Buy me a Kahlua
and tell Jack your desperate troubles.
All I really need, man, is Dd.
All the boys and girls are looking for Dd.
But Dd's been gone two nights.
Where?
Man, why not say what you're looking for?
Dd is not the only one
who can show you.
Why don't you tell me
what I'm looking for?
The white lady.
Isn't that so?
Yes.
Heavy. Now I see the desperate man.
- Is she all right?
- Beautiful, man.
Nobody has touched the lady.
You don't worry, man.
Follow me.
- Where is she?
- Cool, man.
No one has so much as stepped on her toe.
She's here, man.
And pure as the driven snow.
Give it a try.
Do a one-on-one and tell me if I lie.
Come now, man. The nose knows.
The white lady.
Pure white.
Good, not true?
600 francs.
You don't need Dd, man.
Dollars?
All right, man.
One more of these for Dd's address.
You have a "stylo", man? A pen?
Your matches.
Hello?
Please call Dr. Richard Walker,
Grand Hotel...
No messages, huh?
Nothing here. I'll check with the operator.
You should go to the gym
and do some sports, Doctor.
You got two calls,
but the man wouldn't leave a message.
Son of a b*tch.
Would you come to my room?
- The suitcase.
- I'll call the police.
Not now.
Get my suitcase from the luggage room.
It's gone. They took it.
TWA. After I came on duty.
Shut the door.
Tell me what this says.
It's me. It's Michelle.
I'm back. I made a good trip.
I'll see you tonight at the Blue Parrot.
Don't forget my money.
She's waiting for Dd.
Something about leaving her suitcase
in a locker.
She has nothing to dress in and no keys.
It's her again.
She's angry now.
She'll wait at the Parrot until it closes,
then she'll go to his place.
When do nightclubs close?
4:
00 or 6:00, it depends.Listen! Listen!
Where is she?
- Don't kill me!
- Where is she?
- What do you want?
- My wife. Where is she?
Why did you kill Dd?
I didn't. I didn't kill anyone.
What do you want from me?
Look familiar?
- Where did you get that?
- Your suitcase.
You have it! Pay me what you owe me.
I did my job.
- Job?
- You know what I mean.
No, I don't.
All I know is I have your suitcase...
...and you have my wife's.
Do you understand?
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