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My name is Andre. Andre Mousse.

28 years old, single, U.S. citizen.

Paris is a wonderful city, although I don't really have the time to enjoy it.

Too much work.

I also do business in Argentina, Chile, a bit in China.

Almost nothing in the U.S., actually.

Just my penthouse in N.Y.C., right above Central Park.

Let's focus on Paris. I've made many friends here.

I used to think the French would be angry about the Iraq war,

and this silly disagreement between our countries.

But it's not the case.

Maybe it's thanks to my behaviour. I'm nice, generous.

I'm not too bad in bed. Things are going well for me.

I think I can tell sincerely that I am a nice guy.

Here you go. That's all I can tell you about me.

Who I would like to be, would dream to be.

Because I'm lying.

To myself.

To everyone.

All day.

You really are an American piece of crap.

Do you believe we're going to believe that story?

I'm not American. I told you, I won my green card at the lottery.

They do that every year. I'm from Morocco.

I don't like Arabs either!

Stop punching, dammit!

It's a misunderstanding. I didn't have the time to explain.

You have 10 seconds.

Here you go.

If it wasn't for that, I would have repaid you a long time ago.

And you don't have a credit card?

If I had a card, I would have gotten cash anywhere.

There's one of those banks with the squirrel, right here.

Shut up!

Shut your mouth! When you open it, it pisses me off even more.

No, you haven't understood.

Don't even say "okay". Shut your mouth 100%.

You understand "100%"?

Don't say a single word. Breathe. That's all.

Here you go. Good.

That must be tough.

For a fucking American like you. Shutting up.

You who always want to teach lessons to the world.

No comment. Just shut up. And quietly listen to what I have to say.

Mamou. Do you remember Monsieur Mamou?

You owe money to Monsieur Mamou.

40,000 euros! Not shitty dollars, euros!

And if you haven't returned them by tonight,

I will find you, and break your fingers.

And if it's not enough, I'll break your arms.

- And your legs. - And your head.

I know that song. I like it.

You have until tonight. And tonight ends at midnight.

After that, it's tomorrow. And tomorrow, you'll be dead!

See you later.

Suddenly, two things had become very clear to me.

I really had to do something. And I definitely hated Paris.

Monsieur Frank!

Please, Monsieur Frank.

I don't really understand, Andre.

I welcome you in my home, as a friend.

Introduce you to people. Lend you money when you're in need.

- And what do I get in return? - I can explain!

Not a word. Not a phone call.

And now you make me climb the fucking Eiffel tower to find you.

Do you really think I have the time to be a tourist?

No, of course you're not a tourist, Monsieur Frank.

I can explain, please!

Go ahead, I'm listening.

Can you ask this gentleman to bring me back on the ground?

It would me more convenient.

I hear you just fine from here. Hurry up, I'm running late.

I've lost my identification, my passport and all my credit cards.

I went to the American Express offices.

- Let go of him. - No, Frank! Please! Don't let go!

Monsieur Frank! Please!

- Something to add? - Tonight. I'm paying tonight.

On my mother's head! I'm paying tonight.

Why should I care? I don't know your mother.

I'm paying everything tonight. On the whoever's head you want.

And how do you intend to do that?

You're broke, and indebted to everybody in Paris.

I don't know. I don't know.

But I'm having a hard time thinking I'm my current position.

You're aware that I have men in every train station?

I know, Monsieur Frank.

So, don't try to run.

No. That would be a very bad idea.

I give you until midnight.

Thank you, Monsieur Frank.

You have no idea how glad I am to see you, Monsieur.

Good morning, sir. Can I see your papers, please?

No, but don't worry, I'm American.

Did you block your credit cards?

Yes. All of them. And now I can't get cash anymore.

It makes things rather difficult. Life is so expensive in Paris.

I know.

But American Express can make you a new card in 24 hours, can't they?

Yes, but for that I need to prove my identity.

And since I don't have my papers anymore, I can't prove my identity.

Yes, it's a vicious circle.

On top of that, it's Saturday.

All my friends have either gone to the country or on holidays.

Baldwin Alley, it's in Manhattan?

No. Brooklyn. Number 720, 5th floor.

- You want the phone number? - No, it's okay. I have it already.

Really? You have this kind of data in the computer?

Yes. I also have your three condemnations.

Really?

Then it must have told you that it's ancient history. I was young.

The last one was three months ago.

You have this one too?

That computer is powerful.

Did it tell you it was a misunderstanding?

In the report, they call it a con job.

And you almost got three months for it.

Yes. It's true. And I intend to appeal when I return.

Monsieur Moussa, there is not much we can do for you.

I suggest you go to the nearest police station and declare the theft.

They will give you temporary papers.

Listen, sir.

I am an American citizen.

I have rights, written in a constitution

for which my great-grandparents have fought their entire lives.

I think I deserve my country's support. Especially in such a desperate situation.

Monsieur Moussa, your grandparents lived in Algeria.

So, maybe they fought for independence

but certainly not the U.S. Independence.

Keep in mind that the green card you won at the lottery

requires that you obey some rules.

Rules written at the back of the document

that you obviously did not bother reading.

It is clearly written that the American administration

can cancel your visa in case of severe or repeated offense.

And in your case, you ostensibly combine both criteria.

Now, let me give you a more personal piece of advice.

I think that the only person that can do anything for you is yourself.

Please exit the building quietly.

Or I am going to call the marines in charge of security.

Hey, Andre! Andre!

You've got my money, Andre?

Hey, Andre, come here! You fucker!

Hi!

What are you here for?

Well, I was thinking that...

I was intending to...

I can't take it anymore. I'm at the end of the rope.

What's wrong, little fellow?

I fucked up. I have borrowed lots of money.

And my calculations were slightly wrong.

Now I can't return anything to these guys.

And if l don't do it they're going to shoot me.

And you want to report them?

No...reporting them...

If I do that they're going to shoot me even more.

What can I do for you, then?

I was thinking that...you...

Maybe you could put me in jail for a few days. Until I figure things out.

That's a joke for TV? ls that it?

No, it's not for TV.

Can't you see I'm about to crack'? And you tell me about IV jokes!

I'm asking you to throw me in jail!

An Arab without any ID papers. That shouldn't be a problem!

What "uh"?

You bastards!

Cowards!

What kind of police is that?

You only start reacting now, uh?

Well, it's too late!

I'm going to kill myself!

And it's your fault.

Nobody cares about me, is that it?

I'm going to do it.

Is that what you want?

Why are you giving up on me?

Why don't you ever answer my questions?

What are you doing here?

Well, the same as you.

Meaning?

Don't worry!

I'm coming. I'm here.

Don't worry. I'm here.

What the hell was that all about?

I can't even kill myself in peace. Even there, someone has to annoy me.

Don't I deserve a minute alone? So that I can leave with dignity?

You... What did you come here for? It's Sunday morning!

Couldn't you stay in bed, like everybody?

I couldn't sleep.

Then you should have chosen another bridge.

We have plenty of them in this fucking city!

Didn't you see that one was occupied?

We had the same idea. Isn't that funny?

Funny,yeah. Hysterical.

Can you tell me why you want to jump off that bridge so badly?

Probably because I have the same problems as you.

- I don't think so. - Why?

Because my problem is that I feel stupid, ugly, and totally useless.

And I don't think you have this kind of problem.

It's exactly the same: I'm stupid and ugly...on the inside.

At least you can hide it, with your looks.