Le Havre Page #2

Central Police Station?

I believe I have

some information for you.

Are you hungry?

Did you eat anything?

Yes.

- Want some water?

- No.

I take a glass sometimes.

Does you good

and helps you to sleep.

I used to live a Bohemian life in Paris.

My success was artistic only.

We could drink a lot

if we had a cause to celebrate.

You don't understand?

No, Sir.

Don't call me Sir.

We haven't been introduced.

My, my. A civilized family.

Father was a teacher.

Marcel Marx. Call me Marcel.

mon Gnral.

I'll step out, then we'll continue.

Into the bedroom.

Evening, Yvette.

I brought some food.

I'm not hungry.

But someone inside might be.

A one-egg omelette nature

and a small red wine.

Right away, Mr. Marx.

Mind if I join you?

Nothing could please me more.

Domaine de Courbissac, 2005.

You live alone, Mr. Marx?

With my wife. Why?

She's in hospital?

Leave my wife alone and go.

What a temper.

Prefer to talk at the station?

On what grounds? My permit's fine.

As your tax declaration, I'm sure.

You misunderstand me.

I came as a friend, to warn you.

About what?

Your neighbour, for example.

I investigate crimes,

not taxes or immigration.

Understand?

Good day.

Marcel! Wait!

Thank you, Yvette.

Could you hide the boy if necessary?

Of course, gladly.

Don't tell anyone.

Of course not.

What do you...

Mr. Marx!

Come here.

I've sometimes been rude,

but times are hard.

I have groceries going old

and I thought of you.

Sit down.

I need names. Who are your parents?

Where do you come from?

Start from the beginning.

Do you know Mahamat Saleh's family?

Go over there.

I'll write down instructions for you.

Finish the polish with a cloth.

This one?

Yes. And do it well.

I need them tonight.

There are better professions

but besides shepherd's,

it's closest to people.

And the last to respect

the Sermon on the Mount.

Put a leash on Laika.

Will you take him? I'm off to Calais.

- How long?

- A few days.

Don't let the boy out.

Buy him some clothes

and make him take a shower.

Don't worry.

Thanks, Yvette.

I have important things to do.

I can't come tomorrow.

I'll tell you later.

Stay brave.

Your taxi will be here soon.

There's a camp on the shore

off Dunkirk.

I know.

- Do you know Mahamat Saleh?

- Talk to him.

May I disturb you?

Got a cigarette?

Sure.

- Want to eat?

- Thank you.

I'm looking for Mahamat Saleh.

I heard he'd be here.

Who told you?

His compatriots in Le Havre.

For what reason?

For his grandson.

Why should I believe you?

Because of my blue eyes.

He's not here.

He was taken to a refugee centre.

Which one?

The one here, in Calais.

His brother! Are you mocking me?

I'm the family albino.

And to your misfortune,

a journalist and a lawyer.

Discrimination based on the colour...

I never...

Don't make it worse.

I recorded everything.

- Fetch Mahamat Salem.

- Yes, Director.

The boy's mother has been

in London for a year already.

She has no residence permit

but a good job in a Chinese laundry.

The address is:

Whitechapel Road 248, at the back.

- Remember?

- I'll write it down.

My son was going to follow

her soon with Idrissa

but...

He was...

He died.

And what will you do?

The jar returns to the well

until it breaks.

I'm an old man anyway.

But if you can...

I give you my word.

I'm not alone. I've friends.

Please let me know.

Don't let them deport the boy.

I won't.

A wonderful child. Full of life and joy.

My cousin has a daughter

with a man

but they're not married.

Our family had a similar tragedy

in the fifties.

Isn't it wonderful that two

young people love each other?

Why should the society dictate

what's right or wrong?

Police?

The boy is at the railway station.

- Stay there.

- Let me go!

Wait peacefully.

The police are coming.

- Run!

- Listen, you!

You'll be in trouble.

Idrissa has disappeared.

- I checked your home, too.

- When?

This morning. I was in my shop.

Calm down. I'll find him.

Good afternoon, Laika.

Where's Idrissa?

- You been crying?

- No.

Good. It won't help.

Greetings from your grandfather.

He's well and told you to obey me.

He stressed that.

One moment.

Enter.

Marcel,

you mustn't see me like this.

Like what?

So thin and ugly.

You've said you hate thin women.

Ones who don't appreciate food.

Thin is even better.

How come?

For example, clothes take less fabric.

In a small car, you've room for more.

So you'd like more wives?

You want to misunderstand me.

Chocolate?

There you see.

You're truthful? It's not serious?

I wouldn't deceive you.

If you say so.

More than that.

I promise.

But now the treatments begin

and I must be alone.

I must not see anyone.

Not even me?

Especially not you.

You upset my equilibrium.

Would that be bad?

Extremely bad.

Come back in two weeks.

And when you come,

bring me my yellow dress.

The one I wore in La Rochelle.

Remember?

I remember.

But according to St. Matthew 12.

We're not unanimous.

St. Luke says

the kingdom of heaven is happy

and the gates open for the innocent.

But Christ returned onto Earth.

Good afternoon, Inspector.

Good afternoon, Mr. Prefect.

Please sit down.

The press follows this case closely.

It is imperative

that we progress quickly.

Yes, Mr. Prefect.

You have a long career.

Very long.

You are our best crime investigator.

Deliver the boy to the authorities.

The sooner, the better. For all of us.

I understand, Mr. Prefect.

Good bye, Mr. Prefect.

Go inside.

A certain Marcel Marx lives nearby.

Tell me about him.

With pleasure. One of my best customers.

Regular as clockwork.

Won't let an unpaid bill keep him awake.

Wife in the hospital?

Yes. Poor woman.

I heard there's no hope.

How does Marx take it?

Crushed. Puts on a brave face.

Anyone else with him?

No one. Just a dog. Poor beast.

Misses her mistress.

Thank you.

I only did my duty. I love the society.

Won't you buy something

Inspector?

A pineapple-

A pineapple it is.

A calvados.

Leave.

Evening, Henri.

For me?

No.

I heard about your husband.

My condolences.

Why?

He was a fatalist.

I put him behind bars.

That's what cops do.

He would've died anyway.

What do you want?

Marcel Marx. You care about him?

Yes.

Very much.

In the distance

a train rolled into view.

All compartments were lit;

the Windows cranked down.

We began to sing a ditty, we all wanted to sing.

We sang faster than the train ran.

We waved our arms,

voices were not enough,

We ended up in a pleasant throng

with our voices.

When your voice mixes with others,

you're hooked.

We sang into the ears

of the distant passengers.

Grown-ups were still awake,

mothers prepared beds.

We had to hurry.

I kissed the one next to me,

offered my hand to the nearest three.

began to run back along the road,

no one called after me.

When they could see me no more

I turned and ran along the farm roads,

into the forest again.

I went south towards the town

of which We said:

"Strange people live there!

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