Modern Life Page #3

A pleasure to meet you.

May see you soon.

So, is he gone?

Is that you?

Yeah.

- You're a believer?

- No!

Nice, your brother.

Seems you find most people nice.

- You mad at me?

- No.

- I gotta go.

- Sure.

- Thanks for the tea.

- Don't mention it.

I cannot but write to you

as speaking could never convey

my disappointment in the wake

of my over-eagerly awaited

meeting with you.

What a let down!

What disillusion

as you came crashing

off your pedestal!

Your indiscretion hurt me deeply.

To so casually

violate another's privacy!

Was it thoughtlessness,

or natural bent?

You went rummaging

to find that photo.

And your scornful curiosity

forced me to lie.

That is why I must end

our new-born friendship.

To have to deny my faith,

I cannot forgive.

Since, I feel sullied by falsehood.

Yes, I truly believe in God,

despite the incomprehension of those

devoid of spiritual ambition.

We're poles apart.

So be it.

Do not be angry with me.

In fact, you did me a favour.

My faith has emerged triumphant.

I have chosen.

When we meet at school

let us simply try to behave

like civilized people.

Going out for a bit!

Be right back.

Am I very late?

I'm not yet mad at you.

Wonderful view, eh?

Come here often?

Yes... I guess.

Thanks, I have my own.

We hardly know each other,

but you seem capable.

Usually, I'm not mistaken.

I'm very worried

about a close friend of mine,

a young lady...

She's disappeared.

I don't want to go to the police.

She's a friend.

It's a bit complicated,

so I thought...

You'd like me to find her?

No, not really.

Well yes, I suppose I would.

You're worried about her?

Sorry?

I said, you're worried about her?

Yes, I'm afraid for Ines.

A fear I can't shake off.

I guess I'm anxious by nature.

Ines, she's your friend?

Yes.

Ines Desormieres.

Why do you want to find her?

Maybe she wants to be alone.

How can I explain?

I'm not sure she's alright.

She took something from my home.

She stole something?

Not really.

This thing didn't belong to me.

But you'd like to get it back.

Preferably.

What is it?

It's best you don't know.

It's just that...

What?

Ines's brother holds me responsible

for her disappearance.

He too wants this thing?

Yes. So I'm scared.

You understand?

But what do you want from me?

I'd like you to go talk to

Alain Desormieres, Ines's brother.

Tell him I hired you to find Ines.

That way he'll know I'm sincere.

You really think he'll understand...

believe that...

Listen, Jacques...

Can I call you Jacques?

I came to you as a friend.

Will you do it?

Okay, as a friend.

But it's a pretty weird favour

you're asking of me...

I can pay you.

Don't think about it.

Just say yes.

What I really wanted

was to ask you to dinner.

Sorry, I have to go.

I forgot to bring a photo of Ines,

does it matter?

Bye!

Too much work,

otherwise I'd have come,

you know that.

I'm sure you'll do fine.

Oh yeah?

Don't worry,

I'll be thinking of you.

- When's your appointment?

- I told you 3 times,

eleven o'clock!

Whatsit you do before?

Don't know.

- Not seeing that a**hole Leon?

- No!

I'd better go.

Kiss me.

- Call you at your sister's.

- I won't be there.

Then where?

I'm sleeping at Eliane's.

That old bat?

You'll stand her?

It's just one night.

Don't worry, I'll call you.

Goodbye, my love!

Hi, okay?

Fine... I sent you a letter.

A letter? Why?

You'll know when you read it.

Good bye.

So we see

that man is a religious animal,

an animal who believes.

And of course

you all dived headlong

for the most uninteresting question

of all:

"Does God exist?"

We couldn't care less!

What counts is the problem

behind this question:

Is the life of a believer

different from that of an atheist?

And is it better

than that of an atheist?

Nietzsche thinks not. For him such

a life is a travesty of free will.

Christianity requires man

to hate his fellow men.

It instills in him

a feeling of wrong doing,

of sin.

Nietzsche wants to be rid

of this sin

and to do so

he must get rid of God himself.

Such is Christian morality,

resentment which crushes

the individual,

which reduces him

to unhappiness and despair,

to delirium.

Yet Nietzsche is awaiting someone,

the coming of a new man

who will be neither Christian

nor nihilist,

a man of superior freedom.

Open up! Or I'll bawl my head off!

You gonna open!

Or I'll set fire

to the f***ing place!

A**hole!

I know I'm not different.

Yet why do I feel so different?

Lord,

are you telling me that salvation

cannot come from another?

That no one can fill my expectations

except you?

I should have forgiven Sandra.

As you forgave

those who offended you.

I am not good.

I am violent.

I revolt,

and each day I must start over.

Good day, Sir.

Don't you recognise me?

I'm the owner of this apartment.

Sorry. I've been away.

Not according to the caretaker.

How much do I owe? Three months?

You paid the deposit,

two months up front

and then nothing.

You think that's nice?

! You

- When?

- Right now.

Here's 10,000.

Thank you.

We'll fix up later.

Thank you.

Next time, try not to forget!

Goodbye, Sir.

Good day, Sir.

- I'm here to see Mr Desormieres

- Your name?

Mr Caluet.

Mr Caluet to see you, Sir.

Very well.

Mr Desormieres is expecting you.

Suite 126.

First floor,

the lift is just to your left.

I've come to see Mr Desormieres.

Have a seat.

Well?

As I told you on the phone

Eva's hired me to find your sister.

Which agency do you work for?

None, I'm out on my own.

Ex-cop?

No, before I worked in...

doesn't matter.

What's your angle with Eva?

I gather you've slept with her.

Sorry?

So you haven't slept with her yet.

That'll be her way of thanking you.

It's her only mode of expression.

She paid me rather well.

So much the better.

I can't tell you much

about my sister.

I hardly know her,

nor what she does.

You reckon she's in danger?

Most likely.

Doesn't seem to worry you.

That's not the issue.

She must be found.

Why do you hold Eva responsible

for Ines's disappearance?

Don't let Eva manipulate you.

She's fun, but quite dangerous.

Eva says Ines took something.

Do you know what?

NO. do you?

No, Eva wouldn't tell me.

She should have,

I hardly think it matters.

If you know anything, tell me.

It'll speed things along.

Your way of speaking offends me.

You don't seem very bright,

Mr Calumet.

Caluet.

How come you hardly know

your sister?

We've a big difference in age.

I hardly lived with her.

Think she's run away?

She'd do anything

for attention.

But I've not the time,

nor the inclination.

Excuse me.

No, no way.

Much too late.

First, you'll get the contract.

No later than 3 weeks...

No, 3 weeks!

The work of a young artist I handle.

Like it?

I hate it.

He's Czech,

depressive but rather sweet.

I'll put it on voice-mail.

Where were we?

We were talking about Ines.

Her life doesn't interest me,

just to know where she is, in case.

When did you last see her?

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