Without Leaving an Address (Sans laisser d'adresse)

Taxi! Taxi!

Paris.

Amid the increasingly busy traffic, tens of thousands of vehicles travel daily.

Among them, thousands of taxis, speeding through the city to various addresses.

Taxi!

Taxis have their own lives.

Their habits, their gathering spots, their huge garages...

and their meeting places.

There are old, classic taxis and new ones.

Many run day and night.

They only stop to switch drivers.

To hand over the papers...

refuel, pump a tire, or vacuum quickly.

If dust could speak, the dust of one day...

could tell many stories.

And this is one of those everyday stories...

experienced by a Paris taxi driver.

MISSING WITHOUT A TRACE Subtitles by: BuStEl

the taxi belongs to the Métropole taxi company.

Gare de Lyon, hurry! - No.

What do you mean, no? - I'm off duty.

I'll make it worth it.

This morning, a passenger forgot his briefcase in my taxi. After a whole

morning of searching, I returned it to the head of the Anti-Tip League.

Come on, I'm in a hurry; be nice.

I've been nice since 8:00 a.m., it's now 5:00 p.m., I'm done.

To La Chapelle.

Is it okay? - On three wheels.

A spark plug is broken. And the rear tire is about to blow.

The next ride will be a disaster. Hi Gaston, the papers are in the taxi.

I waited for you. - I'm not late.

No, that's not it. - Then what?

I need to ask a favor. - A favor?

Yes. Wait, it's very important. Wait for me.

Here's your money.

Not much. - Easy to say behind a counter.

Anything to report?

Everything: the spark plug; the spare tire needs replacing.

That will take a while.

If Gaston drives like this tonight, it'll break down.

Good day. A glove, from a blonde

who tried to leave without paying.

Perfumed. A souvenir from Paris. - Another non-payer?

A lady tried to trick me; I'm glad this day is over.

What do you mean, no? - I said nothing.

It's about Gaston.

Emile, I'm counting completely on you. You can't say no.

It's not just about a girl; let me explain.

Emile, wait! Emile?

What's up with those two?

I'm listening.

Is it serious? - Yes, quite.

Guess what? I'm in love. - You need me for that?

I met her before; she's 20. A salesgirl at Samaritaine.

Her eyes...

We have a date tonight. When we were together, I told her:

You have a friend taking your taxi ride.

Only until midnight.

I know you; at midnight it's something else.

She's a nice girl, lives at home.

Nice girl! She goes out like that on the first night!

We don't always have time for details.

Well, I can't tonight.

If it's your wife... - There's a union meeting tonight.

I must present the financial report. - That's just five minutes.

You need to come to the meeting; it's important.

Well, thanks anyway. I'll ask someone else.

And prevent someone else from attending the meeting?

You do it then? - No.

It's against the rules.

Okay, then I stop. - You wouldn't really do that?

If it were Adrienne, you wouldn't stop?

Give back the papers. - They're still in the car.

Does the headlight work? - Yes.

There was just a loose wire. Anyway, thanks!

Hey taxi! Can you go to Gare de Lyon?

Why not? It's a place like any other.

I'm in a hurry, I need to be there by 7:10.

It's 7:09 now. - Please, quickly, I'm late.

Can't, my tire isn't okay.

7:35, couldn't you go faster?

Can't, I'd have had a flat.

I can't change 1000 francs. - Of course.

No change.

Here, take what you need, this is all I have.

100 sous tip for such a ride; not bad!

Going on? - Of course, officer!

Where to?

The train from Chambéry. - Which one?

The 7:10. - Canceled.

The schedule changed this morning. - Summer service.

The train from Chambéry came at 6:50. You're late.

Waiting for someone? - Yes, sir.

Let me introduce myself, I'm a friend of Forestier.

Juliette! Not here, over there.

Who is this? - A friend of Forestier.

Forestier nothing, we have 3 minutes to the train!

Ma'am? Sorry, I was mistaken.

Go on.

What's wrong? - Station security.

Security? - I've been watching you for five minutes.

Go ahead!

I need to go to Île-de-France; good fare!

And I'm going to Porte d'Orléans; that's further!

Reaching the suburbs with my flat tire was impossible.

You were both wrong, the young lady called me first.

Alright, get in.

Me? - Of course.

This lady waits patiently, it's her turn.

Let me open the door for you.

Did you see that little face?

Just a smile, and they take you along!

Taxi! That's mine!

Driver! - Idiot!

Where to? - Rue Ravignan, number 17.

That's in Montmartre. - No idea.

You're not from Paris? - No, but I'm going to live here.

Oh, how beautiful!

It looks like a festival!

Everyone seems so friendly in Paris.

I didn't call you.

I saw you standing there, all alone and sad.

I wasn't sad, I had been waiting for someone for over an hour.

Someone like you, tricked? - Stop! Pull over!

I was joking; I'm married! - It's just the meter.

What then? - It reads 100 francs.

I didn't know it would be so expensive.

Bread, butter, tires - everything costs money.

I'm not arguing, but I only have 100 francs on me.

What a day!

Are you meeting someone? - Yes.

Then you can borrow the rest. - Yes, I hadn't thought of that!

Off to Rue Ravignan.

Do you know where the name comes from?

A battle? - No, Marignan was the battle.

Ravignan was...

Here you go; 200 francs.

Should I leave my suitcase as a deposit? - No, I trust you.

You won't forget. - Mr. Forestier, please.

Second floor, right. The elevator is out.

Thank you. I'll be right back!

So this Mr. Forestier is inside? - I think so.

Are you free? - Not yet, but if you can wait...

If I'm taking a taxi, it's because I'm in a hurry!

Mr. Forestier, please.

Do you have an appointment? - Yes.

Come in.

Who should I announce? - Thérèse Ravenaz.

This way.

It's a long wait.

This is Mr. Forestier's office?

Yes, but the wait is long.

I've been waiting here for an hour. - Me too; one hour at Gare de Lyon.

Your turn, sir.

Do you have an appointment? - I'm waiting for Mr. Forestier.

That's me.

No.

I assure you, I am Mr. Forestier. - Yes, yes, that's right; don't waste time!

I've been waiting an hour! Doctor, it's that damn wisdom tooth.

Sorry, there must be another Mr. Forestier in the building.

I think I know what's going on.

Come into my office, I'll be right with you.

This is extremely annoying!

Did you recently write to Mr. Forestier? - Yes.

Here? - Yes, 17 Rue Ravignan.

And you underlined the name 'Forestier', right?

I received your letters.

I didn't open them; I gave them to Mr. Pierre Forestier.

I understand. - I'm Marcel Forestier.

Pierre is my brother.

You don't look anything like him!

I hope not. - Where is he?

I'm from out of town, I had an appointment with him at the station.

Excuse me.

Who is that girl? She has no appointment, send her away.

We're going to the theater tonight. - Ah, I see.

It's not time to look. Don't! You're busy with someone else!

Don't make a scene, Marguerite! She's a friend of Pierre.

Really! Now they appear here too. I'm fed up with Pierre and his adventures.

What does she want? - To see him.

Berthe says she has a suitcase; for what?

I didn't ask. - Then I'll do it.

No, please!

Since I wrote to him here, I thought he lived here.

He lived here, but moved.

Doctor! - Calm down, I'm almost done.

Sorry you came for nothing.

You need to go to 17 Rue de I'Abeille.

There you'll surely find him.

17 Rue de I'Abeille. - Fifth floor.

Do you want me to write it down? - No, thanks, I'll remember.

This isn't a joke, right? Because I'm going to meet him.

Maybe you'll believe me then.

On that matter, I trust my own eyes.

That's not funny! - Life isn't a joke.

Are you free? - Almost, what is she doing?

We're going to the opera. - Then hurry up.

Edouard! I got a taxi!

What?

Faster!