Gwendoline

- Bible? - Bible.

- Paris. - Paris.

Hey.

Please, please.

Miss.

Miss!

Miss?

Miss!

Paris!

Twelve thousand

she's very beautiful...

And you don't have a blonde.

Three hundred...

And fifty with the shoe!

That's a bonus!

Ask her...

What she's doing in the yuck yen!

She's not talking!

Idiot! How can she?

Tell us about yourself...

If you need help...

I'll be glad to help.

Answer!

Idiot!

Escaped from where?

From a convent to find her father.

What's a convent?

Convent?

Convent: Boarding school for girls run by nuns.

In Chinese!

Nice, the story about seeing your father...

In a dream.

And having a premonition of the danger he's in.

Translate.

Translate!

Translate!

I don't know how to say 'premonition'.

Amateur!

Go away!

Let's see if she's made like a Chinese girl...

Sorry.

Watch out.

I don't care about what's in the crates,

and I don't care about the bastard who shot at me,

but what I don't like is being taken for a fool.

So why don't you just give me my money

and we'll call it even, okay?

Because I'm such a nice guy.

Come on.

Move your hand, will you?

Good.

Atta boy.

That's for your staff.

Oh! What the hell...

My name is Gwendoline.

That guy owed me 859 dollars.

Here.

No, no, it's okay.

Miss.

Oh!

Those infamous criminals! How could they touch you?

They tore my dress.

- How awful! - Oh! Please help me mend it,

my mother gave this to me.

Don't worry, I'm sure we can fix it.

I wish I had never let you make this trip.

Do you realize you almost died?

Yeah, he was wonderful.

He had big blue eyes.

Long white hands.

Put it back.

Can you explain to me

how you expect us to find your father and get along

in this god forsaken place without money?

We're not going to steal it.

It's not going to be easy.

All right, all right, your upbringing

will be the death of you - and me!

Hide, quick.

They were there!

Beth.

- Beth. - That's him.

You're gonna lose again, Willard.

Wrong! That's my lucky night!

Please, sir, you gotta help us.

Their friends back there. You've gotta do something.

- Help me. - I don't help nobody.

- Please. - I feel seven.

- What? - Get your hands off me.

The chips are down!

Seven.

I had a seven, damn.

Excuse me.

You made me lose.

Just because yuki fainted,

don't go getting excited! Let me play!

How can I ever thank you, sir?

Look, you just cost me 60 dollars,

so get out of here.

Otherwise you're gonna end up

in this bag!

We need you. We won't leave.

You better hurry up and go home

before your mama gets worried.

This was my mother's dress.

She never even had a chance to wear it.

Really?

Oh! Stop it.

Listen, this girl traveled 4,000 miles in the hold of a filthy ship

in order to find her father.

- And what does her father do? - He collects butterflies.

Well, you're in luck.

This man here is captain kapaceo.

He's the chief of police over here.

He is?

Police? Please, you have to help us.

What is this?

Stop this!

What are you doing?

Go and do a little number

up on the stage,

afterwards I'll see if I can help you out.

- No. - Hey, leave her alone.

Or else. - Or else what?

Leave me alone, you pig.

Black, you help us.

Red, you never see us again.

Rien ne va plus.

Yeah.

We win.

- Stop it. - Thank you.

Hey, leave her alone, we lost.

I said, leave her alone, we lost.

Here's a present for you.

Let's go.

Hey shirko, I brought you some visitors.

Go ahead, he's all ears.

We're looking for a man.

I know, the butterfly collector.

Have you seen him?

He wanted me to go with him on his expedition.

I told him what he could expect.

I had the impression of talking

about riding breeches to a catfish.

All those risks for a fucking butterfly.

But it's father's whole life.

If he manages to catch the butterfly,

it will carry his name and all the journals will...

I know all that.

And I can show you where you can find your butterfly

without a name.

Here is the katiwan region.

There is your yuck yen. Yuck yen.

- Then, it's swamps and jungles. - Swamps.

The tchou tcheou river the tchou tcheou.

Sometimes plied by suspicious junks.

And then nothing, the yik yak.

All that is the yik yak.

And here is a map of the yik yak.

Nothing.

Just a few curves going nowhere,

and telling you that you're lost.

Nobody goes there.

Nobody goes there,

and nobody comes back.

Sometimes, a wind from the south,

the kalibidu blows out of there,

and people die.

It's not my fault that your butterfly

loves the yik yak.

In the yik yak,

isn't there an enormous crevasse

with huge earth-shaking explosions?

So they say.

But that's only a legend.

The legend of pikaho.

That's how it is, in my dream.

We have to go there.

Have a nice trip, young lady.

The last time I saw your father,

he was in Tacoma.

Take us to Tacoma.

No way, sweetheart, this is the end of the line.

I am sorry.

- Bye shirko. - Ah.

I'm taking you in.

We found yuki's body.

It's got your name on it.

And the ladies don't have passports.

Trying to be funny?

My cheek is a little sore.

Afraid of getting your white hands dirty?

Thank you.

You talk the talk, but you don't walk the walk.

Stop it.

- Put me down. - No, no.

Put her down.

Let go of me.

- What are you doing? - Stop it, stop it!

Stop. Let go of me.