Road Games Page #2

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Being a Homme-lette.

Don't mind him,

he's just teasing.

Well, no, no.. I..

She speaks.

Merci.

Oh, my God,

what are you doing?

Sorry.

What's happening?

Is there any problem? Or what?

- No.

- So, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, okay? That's it.

I, uh, really appreciate you

taking us both in like this.

It feels like we've been

hitching forever

With this

road killer business.

What did they call him?

Le tueur de la route?

You've, you've, you've heard

of this killer?

Well, he's famous.

He's a serious killer.

Serial killer.

I don't. I don't want us

to talk about it, okay?

It, uh, upsets my wife,

you know.

They find a body close

to here in the last weeks.

Young man.

Would be same age as you.

Okay.

I just wondered, you know,

it's kind of freaky.

He'd been cut up and buried

in several pieces.

I'm sorry, darling! Oh!

- God, I am so sorry.

- Oh! It's not your fault.

It's not your problem, no.

Everybody's upset.

People have lost their

loved ones..

In many ways.

What... what do they know

about the killer?

Are they any leads?

Nothing.

But anyway,

you're safe here, you know.

Really, Jack, don't worry.

I'm sorry,

I... I must assist my wife.

What the hell did you just

say to him?

Aah, t'es chiant!

Look, I'm sorry, okay...

I don't want to argue

with you.

How did you get that scar

on your back?

I saw it in the shower.

Oh, my stepdad.

Mum's boyfriend, whatever.

Uh, we got into an argument

when I was 12.

We were on a road trip

in France, actually.

He lost it, and hit me

with a metal bar.

I got 10 stitches.

Sh*t.

I hit him back,

in the face.

He didn't bother me again

after that.

Never actually told anyone

about that before.

Well, my father

never hit me, but..

How did they, you know..

Sorry.

No, no, it's okay.

They say it's good

to talk about it.

- Do you understand?

- Yeah.

You have a brother, right?

Frere.

It's silly,

but I've never been to England.

Why don't you come

with me then?

Yeah.

It's not just

an empty suggesture?

No, it's not

an empty gesture.

Seriously, come with me.

But just for the record..

I wanted to do that

since I first saw you.

- Liar.

- Really.

What, when you saw me

in the car with that weirdo?

Well, maybe it was just

a minute after that.

- See?

- I'm not lying.

Can't wait to get back

on the road

And get out

of this weird place.

Sh*t.

It's lashing outside.

We just missed it.

Goodnight, Jack.

Goodnight.

Are you alright?

I'm fine.

Come here.

I'll be alright, really.

- Thanks.

- It's the least I could do.

I'm sorry.

For what?

Everything.

Dinner.

Don't be.

It's not your fault.

Thank you.

What happened to you, Jack?

It's complicated.

Yeah.

It always is.

I like your tattoo,

by the way.

Oh.

From when I was young and free.

Like a butterfly.

It somehow seemed personal

to me

Like a butterfly reminded me..

Of myself.

What can I say?

I was young.

You're still young.

And what's age anyway?

Help yourself to anything

in the kitchen, Jack.

Make yourself at home.

No. No. F*** the medicine!

Just f*** them!

Do you hear me?

I didn't mean to disturb you.

You're not disturbing me

at all.

Come in!

I'm sitting here in the dark

Alone, by myself.

I'm afraid you can

no longer go home.

I'm sorry?

Tomorrow you'll have to stay.

What do you mean?

- The strike.

- Oh, right.

By the look of things,

the ferries will run again

In 2 or 3 days,

maybe, at the best.

Oh.

But as I said, you stay here

and make yourself comfortable.

I'm not sure.

I need to speak to Veronique.

We'll see more

in the morning.

We say, demain est

un autre jour.

No need to worry.

Oh.

Well..

That's hardly a crime,

is it?

Anyway, he put it on the desk.

It was just there.

I'm sorry.

You'll have to excuse me.

I'm a bit of a night owl,

you know.

Anyway, I... I think it's time

to go to sleep now.

Beautiful house.

Must get a bit lonely.

Just you two

with all this space.

It's good for peace of mind.

What about your children?

Would you like a taste?

Such is life.

Some things you have,

some things not.

More than enough, thank you.

But then she drinks wine.

My wife's artwork is all

over the house.

Oh, I didn't even realize

she was an artist.

And you?

I am a composer.

It's a happy coincidence

You two being artists.

What kind of music

do you compose?

I don't believe

in coincidence.

Just destiny, or inevitability.

Right.

And you?

- Me?

- Sure. What do you do?

I'm not really sure yet.

Uh, I was thinking

of studying archaeology.

I'm fascinated by what societies

from the past have left behind.

Hmm.

Well, I don't mean

to be rude

But I don't really understand

what you're saying.

I should probably go

and get some sleep.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Keep your door..

Locked.

Hello!

Oh, wow!

Oui?

Hmm.

Veronique?

Is locked.

I was just looking

for Veronique.

- Elle est partie.

- What?

I said your friend is gone.

- What do you mean she's gone?

- She left.

She said to tell you goodbye

and good luck.

No. I don't understand.

And you should also

leave now.

You said you'd give me a lift

to Calais.

I'm afraid, I won't.

I'm changing my plans.

- Have you a phone I could use?

- No phone.

What's that you've got there?

Ah. Quoi? Ca..

Where is she?

What have you done?

Mais de quoi tu parles?

What are you talking about?

Hmm?

What are you worrying about?

No point.

Relax, Jack.

Veronique?

- Why? Veronique, Veronique?

- Veronique!

I told you she left,

Veronique.

- Veronique!

- Be tranquille!

Veronique!

Veronique? Veronique!

- Jack, what are you afraid of?

- Veronique!

Read it!

Hmm.

- It's just..

- Probably for the best.

- Where's Mary?

- Madame Grizard.

She is not here.

You must leave now.

Voila..

What the f***?

Quoi? Qu'est-ce qu'y a?

Ah, pardon, pardon!

What the f***!

Tiens!

Please, I don't understand.

Ne comprender pas.

Please!

What are you gonna do to me?

Miam miam!

No, f*** off.

Si si si..

Tiens tiens tiens,

vas-y allez.

Oh, f***!

Wait, please.. Please!

Stop! No!

Why are you doing this?

Please, please,

don't do this, please!

Plise don't do zise!

Plise don't do zise!

Stop, stop! No!

Ben tu manges pas?

No eat. Eat.

Allez.

Hey.

Regarde moi. La.

Voila.

T'es un bon garcon.

What do you mean..

Un homme-lette?

No, no, no, no.

Wait a second.

Oh. You know Grizard!

Allez.

Aller, finissons-en

une bonne fois pour toute!

Oh, ou est ce que

je les ai foutues?

Et merde.

Hello? Hello?

Is anyone there? I need help!

Hello?

Something must be done.

Listen to me!

And then what?

You think everything

will suddenly be fixed?

When are you going to wake up

and be realistic?

This is a terrible, awful mess.

There's no way out.

Not this time.

It will be a hazy memory

for Jack at the most.

I spoke to Delacroix

less than half an hour ago.

And everything

was under control.

Ah, putain.

Merde.

We can go and check on them

on the way.

No, I don't want to do that.

Veronique?

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