Berlin (Berlín)

Camille! I can't believe it!

What an amazing coincidence. It's unbelievable.

I'm staying in this hotel.

Well, in any case, I kept thinking about our conversation,

and I couldn't get it out of my head.

And I started thinking, maybe you thought I was rude or impolite.

Because I left so suddenly, and--

If you let me, I can explain everything.

It's just that...

Well, I just got divorced, and I had promised myself--

- I'd love to hear about that promise. - Okay.

- Now it's me that might seem rude-- - Getting in?

Yes, yes. Yes. To be honest, I'm in a real hurry.

- I'm late for a concert. - In that case, why don't I come with you?

And we can chat a little on the way.

Come in.

Bring the bike?

The keys, please.

Where you going?

I have something to do. An errand for Berlin.

The keys, please.

Where are you going?

I have to get the chalice.

And in the meantime, you stay here and watch the monitors.

Hmm?

But there's no one at home, idiot.

- In case they come back. - And how do you expect to get the chalice?

I wait for the priest,

I start the bike,

I drive by,

I grab it, and ciao.

Capisce?

And which hand will you use to grab it?

I already know you're good with your hands,

but that chalice is pretty heavy.

You're trying the briefcase pull?

I'm coming with you, and that's that.

And anyway, fast bikes are my thing.

Well, how can I put this? Um...

I promised myself that I would... take a break

and not see anyone for a little while.

Do you mind if I get dressed?

I brought some clothes to change into on the way.

But of course. Yes. Be my guest.

Um, I was looking forward to...

to enjoying some time on my own.

A life of solitude.

You see, what my heart needs is time to find peace.

Don't you think that sounds misogynistic?

No. No. Not at all.

Personally, I find it's more a question of self-preservation.

But then, after our conversation, I began to wonder.

What if I'm punishing myself for a failed marriage, huh?

Am I, in fact, denying myself the opportunity of meeting

a marvelous woman?

There are four billion women on this planet.

The chances of meeting someone truly fascinating are quite slim.

And to ignore such a chance is unacceptable.

And that's why I called out to you like a madman on the street.

I mean, what are the chances we would ever...

May I?

- Yes? - ...meet?

And... and that's why I'm here.

Thanks.

Hey!

And don't forget what I said.

Let's go.

Stop, stop, stop!

He's with those guys, those ex-cons.

Taxi!

Go!

- Shit! He won't let go! - Victor! Father Toureaux!

The chalice!

- Grab the bag! - The chalice!

The chalice!

Victor!

Hurry up! Come on!

Fucking get them!

Move!

Get out of the fuckin' way!

Roi!

What are you doing?

Are you okay?

Step on it!

Get outta the fucking way!

Move, for fuck's sake!

- Are you crazy? - Shut the fuck up!

- What's wrong with my wife? - What's going on?

Move your ass! Quick!

Shit!

- Move your ass, lady! - No!

- Move your ass! - Hey!

- I won't ask again! - Enough!

Table! Watch out! Shit!

- For fuck's sake! - Faster!

Roi, shut the fuck up! Just shut it! Okay?

Watch out! Watch out!

Watch out!

A wedding and a funeral.

Just like the movie.

Look.

Hey!

Watch it!

Asshole!

This way.

Get down.

The fuck are they?

Come out, you bastards!

You're dead!

If we move, they'll hear us for sure.

Not if we create a diversion.

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on.

I heard something.

Meet me at spot 123. Go that way.

Follow my lead.

Hey!

What is that?

The hell's going on?

What the fuck is this shit?!

- Go check there. - Okay.

Come on. Show yourselves.

Dammit!

- Hey! - Shit!

- You okay? - Now what?

We hot-wire a car and make a run.

But it has to be an old car with no alarm system.

Like that one.

You ready?

- Shit! - Start the damn car!

I can't. The alarm's gone off. The ignition won't work.

- So what now? - They're coming.

Get in the back.

Move it.

I didn't think you'd be able to fit in here.

But then, you jumped straight in.

It's my bow tie.

I like to be elegant, even when I'm grocery shopping.

You really don't look like the kind of man who goes shopping.

You look like the kind of man who lives in hotels.

Who travels around the world and visits museums.

And likes vintage wines from French châteaus.

Mm.

I bet you this is the very first time you drank beer from a bottle.

You're right.

I hate drinking from bottles that have traveled in crates

and are moved from warehouses from trucks and from people's hands to our lips.

It's revolting.

But this one tastes glorious.

Let's drink to that.

To tasting glorious.

Are they still there?

I don't see them, but we're not waiting here to find out.

Let's try that car.

- Fuck yeah! - Go, go, go! C'mon! Move it!

- There you are, thief! - Shit!

- Fuckin' thief! - Faster, Roi! Faster!

Careful! Watch out!

Oh shit.

Fuck.

Let's go.

That's it. Run, you bitch.

Go on. Run, you pussies.

I just wanna thank you for... a wonderful evening.

- Extraordinary, even. - Mm.