Love Bites (Les morsures de l'aube)

Love bites

I told you to get lost!

Well?

Wiseass Antoine! You made me look like a jerk!

You don't need my help!

Right, keep it up!

Who d'you think you are, jiving others?

You're the pits, a leech! Useless to society!

And you're a public service, right?

Get the hell outta here!

I'm meeting Etienne!

Get lost before I murder you.

: Yes, we had a meeting that night.

Though our meetings left room for life's surprises.

Life in general and night life, in particular.

Antoine went out a lot.

Anyway, he tried, since his reputation as a leech preceded him.

I tended to go home, not alone, if possible.

The generation gap!

That night, we both would've done well to miss that meeting.

- Hey! How's it going? - Okay.

I didn't have a chance to thank you the last time.

- What time? - You know, the party for...

your new film. What's it called?

I never saw you before. Excuse me...

you turned me on to some great shit.

Tonight's on me. You'll see, a-1 stuff.

Now I remember you!

- How's it goin'? - Great.

- Coming to the Moderne ? - Why not?

C'mon.

- Hi, Gerard? - You doing okay?

You're dead. You've been dead for the past 5 seconds.

He's with me.

How's it going, Dimitri?

Yeah, let's have it now.

Wait... shit! You'll laugh.

Or maybe you won't...

the stuff must've fallen out of my pocket.

Bummer!

Hold on, maybe it's...

wait! It's coming back to me...

I just realized. It wasn't you after all, it was...

I'm real sorry.

But you got some stuff on you, no?

That stunt won't work with me.

That bouncer hates my guts, I swear it!

You get up people's noses.

Not a "wiseass," a "pest."

"Wiseass" has a better ring.

- What're we doing tonight? - You, I dunno. Us, nothing.

A nice little video at home. Marie's tired.

Very tired.

Very tired.

Maybe pop in on a friend first.

- Real quick? - Real quick.

Any bashes you can get me into?

You'll have to find your own someday.

But there's one. Gimme a pen.

Something to write on?

But no guarantees.

No problem.

How's it going... Marie?

Marie's just fine.

Here you go, fella.

I'll quit pestering you. Keep in touch?

Keep in touch.

I'm gonna kill you.

One piece of shit less. Plus it'll make others think.

Yeah, right.

In the pen, guys in caps watch the door.

Take a 20-year break.

Dumb prick! Who'll care when you're not around to freeload?

You're useless.

Hey, Jordan!

How's it goin'?

See ya.

- He heard you? - Yeah, he heard me.

See the guy who just passed?

Now that's a real lord of the night.

You feel good to have him at your place.

But we don't want you around.

In fact, you won't be. You're already dead.

You're on borrowed time.

Got a toothache?

Yeah, a toothache.

Keep it up, and all your teeth'll be aching.

Hi, Antoine.

Hi, how're things?

Our chances?

Not great.

Together we may have a chance.

Sorry, you're not listed.

Look, this is an outrage! We must be on the list.

- It's a private party. - There must be a way.

Let me go look for the person who invited us.

Sorry.

Who invited you?

It was Jordan.

I'm sure he's already here.

Jordan who?

Jordan... everyone calls him Jordan.

Describe him?

Sure I can. Jordan's a friend, he's...

he's always in his limo.

He's a lord of the night.

He'd never do this.

We get an invite, plus we get chewed out.

Go on in.

We apologize for the questions.

Have a nice evening.

I don't believe it.

I'm gonna get a little pick-me-up.

- Still don't touch 'em? - I'll stick to bubbly.

And feed my face. That's the aim of the game.

See you later.

Now this is a party!

Hello... 'evening...

how you doing?

Some people can get in even if they're not Russian.

'Evening.

I know you.

- Sure, I've seen you before. - No.

Come over here.

Sure, sure, I know you.

- You're the postman's daughter. - The postman's daughter?

You're a film actress. I saw you in Il Postino , with Patrick Noiret.

- So, you an actress? - No, a dancer.

Dance dancing or...

come with us, sir?

- You mean me? - Someone would like to see you.

Wrong number, guys. I don't dance slows with men.

They wanna dance.

- Don't make us use force. - Just this dance.

Pals of mine. Always goofing off.

Cut it out! Let go!

What is all this?

What do you want?

Your passport's expired.

I'll renew it. In the meantime, by what right...

Antoine Venequiste. 18 Rue de Bourgogne. Your address?

Used to be. It's my ex-wife's.

You a night owl?

Yes, you are. That much is obvious.

Why the third degree?

You said at the door that Jordan invited you, that he was to join you.

It's been a while. He's still not here?

Dunno. Maybe he had a change of plans.

Describe Jordan to me.

But I know him! We go way back.

I saw him earlier, he said to meet him here.

But he's the kind to show at 5 a.m.

He's the last to leave a party, a wild guy.

The hungover mornings we've seen together!

Lucky you. Personally, I've never seen this man Jordan.

I throw these parties precisely to make his acquaintance.

But I'll settle for you.

Hold on. This is almost laughable.

What I've told you is not exactly true.

Actually, I know him, so to speak... not at all.

I just used his name, like I would Elton John or Dalai Lama.

It was just a plan.

And a good one. Here you are.

Now, for your pains, you can find Jordan for me.

Hire a detective. That's right up their alley.

But you're just like him: A night owl.

This way, your roamings will have a purpose.

And a motivation.

One million francs. 100,000 now, the rest when you find Jordan.

Keep your dough. I'm not the guy you need. Honestly.

You're just what I need.

Sit!

- How's it going? - Fine.

What d'ya mean, porn?

He's a photographer who shows in galleries and stuff.

Why, no... who told you to shave your puss?

Which assistant? The tall one?

He's a jerk.

Listen to me: They're just test shots, to see how you take the light.

A bit of breast, so?

A bit of ass, too? They're photos.

You have to finish them.

Don't throw it away.

Don't throw it away, it'll help you all life long.

Do the photos. Nothing'll happen. It's a cool deal.

Do the photos.

Finish them. You'll thank me.

I swear, it's a cool deal.

So finish them. Love you...

I don't believe it. It's exhausting.

And in 3 months, she'll end up like the others...

a tattooed butt and a ringed button.

But they all start out the same, doing their goody-goody act.

I oughta do a cassette, to save time and breath.

That was really...

so, guys, how's tricks?

Something weird happened.

What now? Whatcha having?

Champagne.

Can you...