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4L

Another friend,

or friend of the night.

Hello. Who's calling?

Hello, my name's Amaia.

Hi, Amaia.

Thanks for your call. Tell us, where are you calling from?

I'm calling from here... The Basque country.

What are you doing awake at this time Amaia?

Well...

Sometimes you need to talk to someone.

The nights... The nights are tough and...

Sometimes you need some company.

We're listening.

- What's troubling you? - Well... I've run away from home.

One day you wake up and you've got no reason

to get out bed and...

You realize you hate your job.

You barely even recognize your husband anymore.

You have nothing left in common.

It's no kind of life.

So you decided to disappear, just like that?

TANEZROUFT DESERT ALGERIA, 1979

I left without telling anyone.

I packed my bags and left everything behind me.

Now I live alone in the country with my garden, my chickens.

- And I'm so happy. - That's great.

Where do you live, Amaia?

Excuse me, this is private property.

Can I help you?

My God!

You've changed a lot.

You've still got the same big nose,

but now you walk with a cane.

It comes with the vineyard.

Jean Pierre...

- Is all this yours? - The bank's.

- I heard it was yours. - Sometimes it is.

I tell women it's mine!

All of them?

Except the women from the bank!

- So you kept going down there? - Yes, several times.

But I haven't been back since the accident,

and that was over ten years ago.

What about you?

I haven't been back since our last trip together.

No, thanks. I stopped a long time ago.

I only stop when I'm asleep.

How's life treating you?

We're not talking.

I don't bother life and she leaves me alone.

Leaves you alone in a good way,

or leaves you alone meaning I should change the subject?

OK.

He's dying.

I want you to come with me.

I'm not sure this is the best time for me.

So write to his wife and tell her not to let him die yet,

that it's not a good time for you.

Alex, answer the door, will you?

If it's the people from the bank, tell them you don't know me.

But I don't know you.

So, tell them that.

Hello!

We're looking for Joseba Montalbán,

he lived here years ago.

There's no one else here. I live alone.

How do you know Joseba?

Are you his daughter?

That depends.

Are you from the bank?

We're friends of your father.

My dad never had any friends.

This is going to be fun.

OK.

So...?

Jean Pierre and I, we are going to see your dad.

Our plane leaves tomorrow.

We thought that you might come with us.

- To Timbuktu? - Yes.

I haven't lost anything in Timbuktu.

- You've lost your dad. - No.

My dad lost himself ten years ago... Without warning...

It would be a good opportunity to see him again.

He can come here.

Can't you read?

- Your dad can't come here. - See you, babe!

I'll be back tomorrow to tighten your screws!

Let's go.

If you don't come with us,

you'll probably

never see him again.

If you really cared about my dad,

you wouldn't go visit him by plane.

No way...

A 4L.

She's a beauty.

He spent years fixing it to take me to the desert.

I'm still waiting.

The Marreau brothers drove this car

in the first Paris-Dakar rally in 1979.

They finished second.

He told me he bought it at an auction in Paris,

but I think he stole it from a farm in Palencia.

She's perfect.

And we have everything we need to camp out.

You want to come with us?

No.

What then?

I don't want to stay here either.

Go to duty free and get me three bottles of gin.

Can't you go?

Yes.

But I'm the boss around here.

Why don't you go?

I don't know how much each bottle costs.

I want to see if we can trust her.

Your two bottles.

I said three.

And your money.

Things you pick up in a foster home.

She's like her dad.

Just like him.

Dear friends,

as the great Carl Sagan would say:

here begins an extraordinary adventure.

The journey of two solitary men against the power of nature.

Do you see this car?

Now...

Look at this dot on the map.

Timbuktu, our destination...

And in between, an "imperetrable" desert.

Impenetrable.

Just like the great adventures into space,

this could be a one way journey,

our return cannot be guaranteed.

A journey of love for humanity.

A journey of love for Africa.

Traveling through Africa is the last legal drug of our times!

Cut!

- Cut! - Cut? Why?

You said drug.

I didn't say drug, I said legal drug.

Legal drug includes the word drug.

You said no drugs.

But it's a metaphor:

legal drug, journey, Africa...

You didn't mention Joseba either.

And you're overacting.

What do you mean I'm overacting?

He's right.

It's bullshit.

- Let's go again. - OK, let's go.

Impenetrable.

French asshole!

Look.

The idea is to start like this...

Over the music at the start, we'll put this footage...

Then when I talk about Joseba,

we'll show a shot of him and we'll mix the shots

of the car now with the ones from the trip...

- Was it in 1980, or 1981? - 1982.

When you got us lost and we were robbed.

- Are you sure? - Course I am!

We were celebrating all our birthdays. Some nomads appeared

and joined in the party.

- It was our last trip together. - Ah, yes, I remember.

It was your 21st and our 29th birthdays.

It was the last time I had to babysit you!

Ely, look, here's your dad.

- Are you always like this? - Like what?

Like two old ladies?

We're not like old ladies.

You spend all day talking about things that happened 80 years ago!

Tell me, what's the most exciting thing that's happened to you in the last 20?

Take your feet off the table.

Yes, grandma.

Are you going to treat her like that the whole trip?

I met the half-man, half-monkey in my neighborhood. Yes.

Whenever I travel to Africa with Tocho,

he suffers a mutation which turns him into a monkey.

He's the most disgusting guy I've ever met and he's beyond help.

He was born with a manufacturing defect.

Jean Pierre was born to be a nobleman,

and I'm certain he'll die trying.

He has two weaknesses:

Having affairs with women

and the terrible diarrhea he gets every time he's in the desert.

These are my two travel companions,

a fucking nightmare.

No... It's all in your imagination.

It's not the reality.

I never said that.

I'm telling you I didn't!

Listen, we're going to count to ten

so you can think about what you just said... OK?

One... two... three...

Let me finish! Four... five...

six... seven... I haven't finished yet!