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Shit!

- (Driver) You don't look German. - Well, I am.

You don't look like a hitchhiker.

Mmm.

'I had imagined this journey as a quest.

'I finished my studies in math.

'I wanted to live.

'I wanted to burn all the bridges, all the formulas,

'and if I got burned, that was OK too.

'I wanted to be warm.

'I wanted the sun.

'And I went after it.'

Goodbye.

- That's enough for me. - Already?

I guess I'm a little short.

No sweat, man.

Is that all you have?

Don't worry.

- Ciao. - Take it easy.

- Don't you have any change? - No.

Excuse me.

- Hey. What's up? - This money, where did it come from?

Listen, you play like a jerk and don't even have a pad.

Forget it.

But why?

Could bring me luck.

- Thanks. - Come on, man.

Don't be a drag.

What's your name, anyway?

Stefan Brückner.

I'm Charlie. What are you drinking?

But I'll pay, huh?

Two beers.

Looks like you've been travelling a long way.

Yes, from Lübeck.

- And where are you heading for? - Don't know. Maybe to Fez.

I'm interested in Arab mathematicians.

Morocco.

I was once there with a friend of mine. We were chased by cops.

- I mean, they were not really cops. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, we'll find you a pad.

- A what? - A pad. A room.

- Oh, that's nice. - Mmm.

Charlie, how did you put the money back in my pocket?

There are ways.

- It's a professional secret. - Huh?

You have slippery fingers, huh?

Mm-hmm.

- But never to take. - Mmm.

I hope so. Do you feel well?

Well, how did it go?

It didn't.

I played for an hour without getting a pair.

Then I drew a full house, but the other guy had a royal flush.

How can we find some bread?

Work.

- Doing what? - Don't know.

What about selling, er...

postcards or subway maps or something like that?

Yeah, man, I can really see us.

How about hustling girls, huh?

- Same as cards. You need capital. - Mmm.

- Hey. - Huh?

Are you, like, honest?

Mmm. So-so.

And you?

Yeah. Like you. So-so.

I've got just the job.

A beauty. I saved it for a friend.

- (Charlie) How much? - 2,000, because it's a little risky.

Nothing serious.

The owners live there year-round, but spend every weekend in the country.

You could do it Saturday night. It's a cinch.

- What neighbourhood? - Étoile. High-class.

Let's see the layout.

It's a piece of cake.

Bedroom, bathroom,

living room, one toilet, two toilets,

three toilets!

You buying the goods?

- In cash? - As always.

Just a minute. Got the money?

- You want it now? - I'd prefer.

Listen, I'll have it in a few days.

Fine, if no one takes the job before then.

- Weren't you saving it for a friend? - Friends are a dime a dozen.

Give me the money.

It's not much, but it's a lot for us.

We'll have the rest Wednesday.

- OK. - Ciao.

Hey.

- Hello, Charlie. - How are you?

- What's happening here? - Don't worry about that.

- Did you get the money? - Only 200 francs.

Well, I have 550. We still need 100.

I know. Whose apartment is this?

Some rich American. He thinks he's a hippy.

The guy over there.

- Let's have a drink. - Yeah.

- Very nice here. - Here.

Who are all these people?

The usual crowd. I only know a few of them.

The guy over there who's passing the cigarette.

I don't know. He's always around.

'I fell in love at first sight.

'That's the way I am.'

And the girl? The blonde?

- Where? - In the corner.

'I was jealous of the guy she was talking to.'

What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?

Her name is Estelle. She lives in New York.

I used to see her in the Pussycat.

- But, uh... - What?

- Keep away. - Aren't I good enough?

That's not the point. I can't explain.

- But why? - Oh, come on. Have another drink.

- I'm switching to beer. - Try the kitchen.

I can't find any beer.

- Want me to fix you something? - Oh, yes, fine.

What shall we make?

- Want a margarita? - Whatever you like.

- Can I help you? - No. Thank you.

What's your name?

Estelle.

So, what's Charlie doing?

Nothing.

What about you?

Nothing.

And you?

Nothing.

How come you're not drinking? Didn't you like my thing?

Oh, yes.

And I even feel a little drunk.

- Mmm. - (Giggles)

So do I.

I asked Charlie about you.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

What did he say?

No, I won't tell.

Oh, shit. Go on.

Well, er...

- Well, I saw you in the corner. - Mmm?

And I asked Charlie, and he told me that you are...

- Hey, we're going. - What's the matter?

Hurry up. We've got to split. Hello, baby.

- What's happening? - Where can I call you? Where?

- Hotel Louisiane. - OK.

I got the rest of the money.

- How? - Your chick left her bag lying around.

- What? - Her bag. Thanks for keeping her busy.

- You bastard. - Oh, come on.

It's only what we needed, 200 francs.

- I'll bring it back to her right now. - (Lift motor stops)

Listen, let's get through with our deal. Then you can play the gentleman.

Why don't you forget about Estelle?

Fuck.

Clothes. Only clothes.

- Hey, Charlie. - What?

Come here.

Whoa.

- (Estelle) Who is it? - Stefan.

- Who? - Stefan!

Hello.

I wish you'd call before coming.

I brought you a present.

What a pretty package.

I'm returning the 200 francs I stole from you.

Interesting.

Come in.

- They've grown to 400 now. - Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. - How come?

The interest on the loan. I made a good deal, thanks to you.

Congratulations. Next time I want to make an investment, I'll come to you.

Yeah, er...

It was also an excuse to see you again.

You don't have to pay for that.

I wanted to tell you something.

Go ahead.

But I don't know how to go about it.

Try.

Well, uh...

Forget it.

I think I understand.

Yeah.

- Well, I think I'd better go. - Wait a minute. Don't go.

Why?