The Vanishing (Spoorloos) (Spoorloos)

- Rock lobster. - Reindeer.

- Animals with a "C". - Crow.

- Crocodile. - Chameleon.

Cockroach.

Crockrock.

Two "C" s. I'll start.

I'll start.

Let's get off the highway

and see some local color.

Only if you drive.

What is it?

I'm just looking at the gas gauge.

Just look in your mirror.

If you sat behind the wheel, you'd see the gauge better.

Look!

There's one tree.

A tree.

Unbelievable. Another one tree.

Peel an orange for me.

Well, so much for your "local color."

My nightmare. I had it again last night.

That you're inside a golden egg and you can't get out,

and you float all alone through space forever.

Yes, the loneliness is unbearable.

No. This time there was another golden egg flying through space.

Far away.

And if we were to collide, it'd all be over.

Rex, what's that?

- Gasoline. - No, no, no.

Take it easy. I know it's my fault.

This is really dangerous.

- Calm down. - Is the warning light on?

There's no warning light in this car.

See what happens when you don't listen to me?

Don't panic, damn it!

What got us here doesn't matter. We just have to get out.

And if you get hysterical - - I'm not hysterical.

I'm scared.

The golden egg.

This is no time to talk about dreams.

We have to get out of here. Come on.

Nobody can see us. We're gonna be run over.

The flashlight. I brought one.

- What flashlight? - I packed one.

Christ! A car's gonna plow into us any minute!

- I have to find the flashlight. - Come on, goddamn it!

Don't touch me! You go.

Saskia, you won't find the flashlight in this mess.

I'm going.

Rex, wait. I'll find it.

Rex, don't leave me here alone!

You can't leave me here alone!

Rex, wait!

That way.

One has only to be better than his opponent -

- Good day, sir. What'll it be? - Fill it up, please. And this too.

If you want, we can go back to Amsterdam.

I'm sorry about earlier.

I didn't know what to do.

Still, I shouldn't have left you alone.

I also have gas in the bidon.

What?

The gas can.

I love you.

In the tunnel,

when you called for me, I felt I loved you more than ever.

I hated you.

We're going to have a wonderful holiday,

together in my little house.

- Well, what are we waiting for? - I have to go to the ladies' room first.

Okay, I'll wait for you over there.

Here comes the bunch with Delgado, Bernaudeau

and Hinault in front -

Here you go. 300 francs, please.

- Here. - Thanks.

Move on, please.

Rex, catch!

A Frisbee for 13.50 francs? What on earth for?

You've been driving all this time. It's good for stiffness.

From the girl who loves roses. Especially when they come in eights.

- But I don't smoke. - You can give me a light.

What are you doing now?

May I still go on vacation with you?

Two conditions.

And they are?

That I drive to Bois Vieux.

You'd give a key ring this ugly to a lovely lady like me?

Yes, yes, yes. And the second condition?

Counting trees.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Fignon is climbing in a very fluid style.

Fignon, yes, Fignon is engaging Herrera and Dietzen.

He's flanking Hinault.

Fignon's climbing very smoothly, and we're right there with him.

Hinault's been left behind.

Now he's paying for his repeated attacks all the way up.

Fignon - um, Fignon, pardon -

masters the situation with supreme confidence -

Hinault's gained distance -

I'm tripping over my words - he's leading.

Fantastic!

Hinault, Fignon, Herrera, Dietzen,

and Millar in the rear.

Hinault's suffering,

but the champion of Brittany has life in him yet.

It's anybody's game.

An important chapter in the history of the Tour

is unfolding before our eyes.

I, me, Rex Hofman...

I, Rex Hofman...

swear that the wonderful...

swear the wonderful...

exquisite and sweet...

exquisite...

and almost always sweet...

the always sweet Saskia Wagter...

will never be abandoned by me...

will never be abandoned by me.

I'll keep them. So I can get used to them.

Stop exaggerating.

Let's grab something to drink, then I'll drive to Bois Vieux.

- Want me to go and buy something? - No, it's on me.

Want a beer? - Sounds good. Got any money?

I'm exaggerating again, right?

Who on earth has to get used to car keys?

- Have a good trip, you guys. - Thanks. Same to you.

Thanks.

Bye.

CAR GETTING USED TO SASKIA

Hinault's really suffering.

He's been passed by Herrera,

who's finished this last ascent in the lead,

and by Fignon, who's on his way to winning

the yellow jersey of the 1984 Tour.

Fignon, who's just caught up with Hinault

has now overtaken him in the final stretch.

SASKIA, I'M LOOKING FOR YOU.

WAIT IN THE CAR!

- Saskia! - Get out of the way.

- I'm looking for my wife. - You can't stand here.

Sir, that's not the men's room.

Saskia!

- I can't find my wife. - This isn't the ladies' room.

Sir, customers aren't allowed here.

Miss. Excuse me.

Miss? I'm looking for my wife.

She came to buy a beer and a Coke.

She's got reddish hair with little -

She's wearing white jeans and a yellow jersey.

Fignon has the yellow jersey.

You mean a yellow top. - Yeah, with gold thread.

Wait, I've got a photo.

Here you go.

- Yeah, I've seen her. - When?

About half an hour ago.

She was by the coffee machine.

The coffee machine?

But she wanted something cold.

She was by the coffee machine and came over to get change.

But was she alone or talking to somebody?

You know how many folks come through here every day? 10,000.

And they're all strangers.

Excuse me, have you seen this woman?

Yes, I saw her leaving with a man a few minutes ago.

- Minutes? - About 15 minutes ago.

Your girl was leaving the shop with a drink in each hand.

A Coke and a beer.

Was she alone or with someone?

All alone, I think. I don't know.

- And then? - Then I did an oil change -

But where'd you see her last?

At that door, over there.

If she was here with the cans, then she was on her way back.

So, she must have seen me.

Which means I could also see her.

The Polaroid.

Look. Here she is.

Here, the little red dot.

See?

It's her. It can't be anyone else.

And there's somebody here, beside her.

We've got to find him.

He's got a head. You've gotta be able to think -

The bikes.

Yes, Jean-Paul Brouchon says, "It's a duel between two men -"

Dad!

We're tempted to say, at the end of this 17th day of the Tour -

Mr. Hofman, believe me, I'm taking you seriously.

You know very well that you didn't fight with your wife,

but how do you expect the police to know that?

She's disappeared, right?

Your wife's only been gone a few hours.

To them, it's just a domestic quarrel.

Imagine if they had to investigate every time -

If she's not back by 8:00 a.m. tomorrow,

you can get them to open a case.

Tomorrow morning's too late.

We have to do something now.

She might have been kidnapped.

He must've left a clue somewhere.