Caché

HIDDEN

Well?

Nothing.

Where was it?

In a plastic bag on the porch.

What's wrong?

He must have been there.

Come inside.

I'll ask the Rochants and Beaufays if they saw anybody hanging around.

I called Antoine. He saw nothing.

I got Marie's answering machine.

The tape runs for over 2 hours.

When did you leave?

I don't know. Not long after you. Around 8:45.

Francois called...

There!

Give it here.

How come I didn't see him? It'll remain a mystery.

Maybe the camera was in a car.

It doesn't look filmed through a window.

Or someplace on that house.

It's dumb. I don't know what to say.

Whose idea of a joke could this be?

We should eat before it's totally ruined.

Maybe a friend of Pierrot's.

Some idiot playing games on his pal's bobo parents.

I doubt it. It's not particularly funny.

That's for sure.

Where is he anyway?

- Who? - Pierrot.

No idea. He'll be home soon.

Was it in there?

- What? - The tape.

No, in a supermarket bag.

Where is it?

I've no idea. Through there, on the dining table, or in the hall.

What does it matter?

Wasn't there a note or anything?

Nothing's stopping you taking a look.

Can you bring the salad?

No great shakes tonight.

Here.

That the bag it was in?

I'm not a complete idiot, y'know!

You could have missed something.

Eject the tape, maybe I missed a label or something.

I'm only trying to...

The sonny boy!

Better late than never.

Hi there.

Hi.

Sit down, Pierrot, I'll get you a plate.

Where were you?

At Yves'. Why?

Why? I want to know. Do I need a reason?

- Evening, Pierrot. - Evening, Mom.

Are you OK?

Well?

Tuesdays, I go to Yves'.

Wednesdays, we have geometry and he helps with my homework.

Maybe it's one of your fans.

Pierrot, don't breathe in the breakout.

Andre, same for you. Don't breathe in the breakout.

What?

Hold your breath in the breakout.

Thomas, think about your kick.

Pierrot, too shallow on the turn. More depth.

Andre, that's good but you went too deep.

Too much depth.

Thomas, watch your breathing.

See you at the same time in two weeks

for another Round Table.

Until then, good reading

and thanks to all the new viewers tuning in every week.

Goodnight.

Stay seated while the credits roll, please!

Thank you everybody!

It's me.

The tape was wrapped in it.

What's up?

What's wrong?

Georges?

What?

Nothing.

Nothing, I...

I'm tired.

What should we do now?

What do you mean?

You want to call the police?

Yes...

No...

I don't know. Let me see the drawing again.

Maybe we should report it now.

It looks like a child's drawing.

I've no idea, I couldn't say.

Should I ask Pierrot?

No, what's the use?

You think his pals would stay out all night to spy on us?

How stupid would that be?

Why'd you stop the tape?

Why not?

What more do you want to see?

It's dumb but it scares me.

Did you talk to Pierrot?

No, do you think we should?

I don't know.

I don't buy the schoolboy prank theory.

What then?

What then? How should I know!

Mrs. Laurent?

Hi, this is Manu. Is Georges there?

You missed him by a couple of minutes. Sorry.

It was to remind him about the Beaumont file.

He took it. I saw him.

Great, thank you. Have a good day!

Bye, Manu.

I'd like to speak to Georges Laurent.

Who is this?

I'd like to speak to Georges Laurent.

Who are you? What do you want?

I'd like to speak to the man by the name of Georges Laurent.

Your wife called. Can you call her back?

OK, thank you.

What's this?

It was in the mail.

Watch out, dickhead!

What?

Can't you be more careful, idiot!

Forget it.

Say that again. Repeat what you just said.

Don't you have eyes in your head?

I must be dreaming!

Which moron stepped out without looking?

But who's going the wrong way down a one-way?

Yell at me some more.

C'mon, yell at me!

OK, let's not fight about it.

You weren't looking and we weren't looking, OK?

Keep your big mouth shut, will ya!

I'm sorry.

In any case...

We know now we're on our own.

Until he torches the house or sends us bombs instead of tapes,

everything's dandy.

Please, Georges.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, Pierrot.

- What's up? - What do you mean?

Why are you picking me up?

I was free. I thought you'd appreciate it.

Right.

No, I dropped Mom at work and I wanted us to talk.

Why? Where was she?

We had stuff to do. That's why I wanted to talk to you, too.

Right.

What's with that card you sent?

What card?

This one.

My teacher gave it to me at recess.

She didn't get the freaky drawing

but said it's weird you sending me cards at school.

Sitting right at the far end, near the mirror, you know.

Never make a lady wait, especially an elderly lady, so I go over.

I give my name and ask why she wants to see me.

She apologizes for summoning me like that.

She offers me a seat. She seems very emotional,

so I sit beside her.

She says she's never been here before

and doesn't ever talk to strangers

but I remind her of someone and she can't help herself.

It was someone she was very close to. What could I do?

She was in her 703. It was touching, her hands trembled.

Anyway...

You know I'm not a sentimental guy.

But she'd gotten to me.

So I'm eagerly waiting to hear about this guy I remind her of.

Who do you think it was?

Her lover? Father? Husband?

It was her dog.

Exactly.

What would you have done? I stand up and I say,

“Excellent, you've had your fun, “ and I turn to go.

Straight-faced, she begs me to sit down.

She says she knows it sounds ridiculous

but I must stay a bit longer and hear her out.

She wouldn't dare make fun of me.

It was weird but she seemed so desperate,

I sat back down.

And she begins her story. How her dog died in an accident in '64.

That's funny, I say, I was born in '64.

She seemed offended that I wasn't taking her seriously.

She looked at me sadly and said,

"He was run over by a van on April 17, 1964,

“as we were about to cross the road.“

April 17

is my birthday.

No way!

That's precisely what I said.

So she fills me in on the details.

She stepped out with her dog but a high vehicle hid the van,