The Woman in the Fifth (La femme du Vème)

How long are you slaying in France, Mr Ricks?

I'm coming to live here.

My wife is French.

She's a high school teacher in Paris.

I'm going to look after our daughter.

Where do Nathalie Ricks and her daughter Chloe live?

First floor.

You're not normal.

You have no right to be here.

She's not here.

I'll call the police.

Hello.

My ex-husband entered my apartment though he's under a restraining order.

Yes, he can be violent.

I live at 154 Boulevard Pereire in the 17th.

Thank you.

Daddy?

Is that you?

I thought you were in jail.

- Who told you that? - Mummy.

It's not true.

No, I was a little bit ill. I was in hospital, that's all.

You wear glasses too, do you?

- Yes. - They suit you.

I'll come back, OK?

Come on!

Sir! End of the line!

- I've been robbed. - You have to go to the police, sir.

Miss... A coffee, please.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

- Do you have a room? - Yes.

How much is it?

- Depends how long you're slaying. - One night or two.

Two nights, sixty euros, payable upfront.

Listen...

My bags have been stolen. I can't pay now.

- Speak to Mr Sezer. - Who's he?

He's the boss.

- What did she say? - I don't know, I wasn't there.

- Where were you? - Excuse me.

- Sezer? - Yeah?

I'd like a room for a few days, but...

I don't have any money.

My luggage has been stolen.

But I have this, it's worth more than sixty euros.

It's a Hamilton.

Otherwise...

I have this too and a small cross.

No need. I have some rooms.

Sit down.

Thank you. I've been robbed...

You're American, I trust you.

You'll pay me when you get the money, OK?

But I will need your passport.

Of course.

What do you do in life?

I teach, at university.

- What do you teach? - Literature.

And I write books. I'm a writer.

How can an American writer and professor end up here?

It's a complicated story.

It's just a formality, I'll give it back to you later.

Moussa!

Give him number 7.

- Welcome. - Thanks a lot.

It's not cleaned.

The big one is the key to the door. The bar closes at midnight.

Your room is on the second floor.

The shower is here, and the shared bathroom.

Your room is here.

Have a nice slay.

We can put it in the car boot.

Be careful.

Are you writing a novel?

It's a letter.

- To your wife? - No, to my daughter.

How old is she?

Six.

It's a long letter.

- What do you want? - I'm your neighbour, my name is Tom.

- We have to share... - You're American?

- Yes. - Fuck off!

Listen! We have to share the bathroom.

And for that, we need to agree...

What, you want to share the toilet with me?

I just want you to flush.

I shit on your toilet!

You really think I'm going to tell Mr Omar how to use the toilet?

Just ask him to flush.

Don't you think you're asking too much?

Specially for someone who doesn't pay for the room.

I will pay. I'm looking for work.

- Without a working visa? - I'll find something.

Can I have my passport, please?

Yes, sure.

When you pay your bill.

Mr Ricks.

Mr Ricks!

- I may have something for you. - What?

A job.

What job?

Just to sit down for six hours without doing anything.

Is that all?

That's all.

It's not bad for a writer, is it?

Tea.

The code is B842.

Leam it by heart, B842.

- Repeat. - ...42.

Mind your head.

It's very simple.

You come here every night at 10:00 and you lock the door.

Once you've locked the door, you sit here,

and you do whatever you want for six hours.

OK?

And you keep an eye on the screen, OK?

If you see someone who seems dodgy, you press 45.

It will warn the people next door.

If someone rings the bell, you press 23.

- Who are the people next dool? - It doesn't matter.

So if someone rings the bell, press 23, OK? You say, 'Yes?'

If it's someone we know, he'll say, "I'm here to see Mr Monde."

- Mr Monde? - Yes. "I'm here to see Mr Manda."

Once he's said that, you press 58.

And that's it.

You can slart writing again, or read, rest,

while keeping an eye on the screen.

I'll give you 50 euros a night.

All right.

Good bye, teacher!

Good bye, Chloe.

See you tomorrow!

- Good bye, teacher! - Good bye, my darlings. Be good!

I have lived under dictatorship.

It's true that it was bad in some respects,

but I could have become a great artist.

When you're persecuted by the police,

when they try to get a confession from you and torture you,

it means that they're interested in you.

But in a democracy, you're left in peace.

You have the impression that nobody cares.

And without love, the artist cannot create.

So I think that...

Excuse me.

Yeah?

I'm here to see Mr Monde.

And how are you doing financially?

OK, that's good.

This kind of procedure for child custody takes time and is expensive.

Of course, that's obvious.

For the time being, I'll set the ball rolling,