[bells chiming]
-[birdsong] -[water flowing]
[insects buzzing
[gasps]
[Remi] Sorry. Excuse me, I'm looking for my wife, Nadine Gires.
Have you seen her?
[in Thai] I saw her. She came and left.
[Angela] He saw her leave.
[in Thai] She left with a woman and two Asian men.
Remi, I think it was them.
[in French] Fuck! I knew it.
Okay, we go now. Kanit House. Go.
Listen. I don't think we can take you.
-Why? Because of your fucking body? -No, not because of the body.
Because if we go rushing in there, then they will know that she knows.
And not only that she knows, but that she has told other people.
It's not safe for Nadine, Remi.
Now get home. You find her, call us at the Embassy.
She better be okay.
[speaks Thai]
Nadine? Nadine?
Nadine.
[in French] Fuck! Please no.
[breathes heavily]
Nadine?
[Nadine, in French] You okay, my love?
[in French] I'm sorry.
I told him I'd call him, but I completely forgot.
[Remi, in French] Great to see you back.
Hey, Ajay. How are you guys?
Never better.
[French song plays on radio]
Oh là là. We can't stay.
-We're very, very late. -Yes.
So have a beautiful evening and see you tomorrow.
Before you go, I have something for you.
[in French] A commission.
[in French] For all the clients you brought me.
[in French] Thank you so much.
-[phone rings] -[classical music plays]
[man] We picked up a story at the Bangkok Post
about one of your people, Ambassador.
-One of mine? No. -Using his diplomatic credentials
to enquire after some Dutch murder victims.
Quite adamantly, so the story goes.
Every embassy in town.
[phone rings]
-Hello, yes? -Jesus Christ! You tell us to call you
-and you can't answer the fucking phone? -[Herman] I know, Remi.
Listen, I'm sorry. You're okay? Yes?
She ate dinner with them, and she's not dead yet, so...
[woman] But they are just two Westerners.
Why not cover the hundreds of Vietnamese refugees
preyed on by pirates?
Perhaps it's the scarcity that makes it a good story, Mrs. Van Dongen.
You have to get out now.
Nadine?
[in French] What are you doing there? Keep packing!
[in French] We can't leave.
[in French] I owe it to the victims.
[in French] You're as mad as this fucking Dutchman.
[in French] Give me the phone.
-What are they saying? -That you're a mad fucking Dutchman.
Right.
[in French] Give me the phone.
-Herman? -Yes. Nadine?
-What do you need? -What do you mean?
-As evidence. -No, no.
I don't know where they have been for the last three months,
but Monique is like a different woman.
They have so much more money.
And listen, they have new belongings everywhere
which must belong to the victims.
I can bring it to you as evidence.
-You mustn't take anything, Nadine. -Yes, Nadine, Angela is right.
Everything must seem normal.
Remi must go to work... Everything. Okay?
But if there's anything you can find out:
where they went... who... Actually, Nadine...
do either of you own a camera?
Herman! You can't just...
-Nadine, if you think it's too dangerous-- -Of course it's fucking too dangerous!
[in French] Stop!
-Yes, we have a camera. I can take it. -[Herman] Okay.
So, Nadine, take the camera
and you get photographs of him, Gautier, and the rest of them, okay?
You get photographs of him and the belongings that you mentioned?
Before the end of the day tomorrow, no later.
If you're not back by nightfall, we will come and get you ourselves.
You understand?
Yes. Good night, Angela. Good night, Herman.
[Nadine hangs up]
I think we are doing the right thing.
With evidence like that, I can go back to the police.
[in French] All the people I introduced him to, brought home to him.
[in French] Think what he might have done!
[in French] It's not your fault. You didn't know.
[in French] That son of a bitch made me an accomplice.
[in French] I'll be like a secret agent.
[indistinct PA announcement]
[woman on PA] Royal Nepal Airlines Flight 51 to Kathmandu
is now ready to board at Gate 25.
Ajay?
Kathmandu?
[in French] You said Hong Kong.
[in French] Hong Kong for Christmas, then Paris for New Year.
[in French] You promised.
Have a nice flight, Miss Dekker.
-[Charles] Come on, Lena. -[gasps]
Australian!
They think they are bloody Australian!
[manager] Thank you, Mr. Bloem.
Welcome, Miss Dekker.
[Charles] This place is not for you.
Find somewhere cheaper and meet us in the morning.
[croupier, in Nepali] Ace of diamonds.
So, what do you do in Bangkok, Miss Dekker?
-Gemstones. -And you are in Kathmandu?
There's barely even a garnet to be mined here in Nepal.
We're on vacation.
Not on business.
[croupier, in Nepali] Three of diamonds.
[Charles] All in.
[onlookers murmur]
[woman] Fold.
[man] Call.
-[man] King. -[onlookers] Ooh!
A good thing you are not here on business. [chuckles]
-[in French] Alain, explain to me! -[in French] Stop.
[in French] That was everything, wasn't it? All our money.
-[in French] Enough. -[in French] What are we going to do now?
-[in French] Tell me? -[in French] Calm down.
It's vulgar to put so much value on money.
You shouldn't worry so much. Should she, Ajay?
Yes, Monique. You really shouldn't worry so much.
[manager] Mr. Bloem?
I was wondering if perhaps you could settle your account?
For the suite,
and however long you hope to stay.
Certainly. I'll have it arranged.
[Charles] Money comes, money goes.
But, as you see, in this life, you just need to know where to look.
[Ajay chuckles]
Stop the car.
Stop the car!
[breathes heavily] Didn't you hear me? Stop!
[in French] Marie, wait.
[in French] I can't do it again!
[Marie-Andrée breathes heavily]
[in French] It's over for me.
[in French] Calm, Marie. What is wrong?
[in French] I want it to stop.
[in French] I want it to stop!
-What is it you think I ask of-- -Don't! You lose all of our money
after everything you made me do!
And now I'm here pretending to be that sweet Dutch girl.
You think I don't understand what you did to her?
You and your fucking dog!
[grunts] You're disgusting!
-Stop this! -[in French] Calm down. Now!
-[Ajay] You want me to deal with her? -[Marie-Andrée, in French] Let go of me!
[Charles] No. Take this. I'll find you later.
[Marie-Andrée, in French] I can't do this anymore.
I will not be your accomplice anymore!
Wow.
Ajay, will you take one of us?
[Ajay] Yeah, sure.
Thank you.
You look so beautiful. What happened when you were gone?
[Marie-Andrée] He made me feel like a goddess.
[Ajay] And so you are, Monique.
[shutter clicks]
[Ambassador speaks Dutch]
All the English-language newspapers from September through to January.
[Herman] Thank you, Lawana.
-Now you? -No, I don't think so, Nadine.
I promise I will do a good one.
I said no, Nadine.
Shall I say it in French, so you understand?
If he doesn't want his picture taken, you shouldn't force him.
[in French] Who knew he was so shy?
[Charles] She thinks you are shy.
But I don't either.
Besides, why the sudden interest?
Because we are friends.
Right, Monique?
[in French] Alain! That's enough!
[in French] Leave Nadine alone.
[in French] As you wish, my love.
-Mr. Knippenberg-- -Lawana, one moment, please.
-Mr. Knippenberg-- -Lawana, not now.
Knippenberg?
Mr. Ambassador.
Miss Lawana, why were you bringing Mr. Knippenberg all these newspapers?
It's for the Narcotics Committee.
Deaths attributed to smuggler conflict.
-Triads and so forth. -Do you think your lies convince anyone?
I know what you are doing,
and it is an insult to me and to the country you represent.
I don't have the ability to terminate his employment. He knows that.
-Ambassador, please-- -I can recommend he is recalled, however.
Back to the Hague.
That is an uncomfortable city, Miss Lawana.
And cold like you can't imagine.
Would you agree, Knippenberg?
He agrees.
[funk music plays]
[indistinct conversation]
[shutter clicks]
[Herman] Have you heard anything?
[Angela] No. Have you?
Ajay? Alain wants more whiskey for his guests.
-Let me help with that. I can help you. -[clattering]
-Fuck, Nadine! -I'm so sorry.
-That's all the ice we've got! -Ajay, there is plenty in our apartment.
Help yourself, the door is open. I can clean this.
[door closes]
[Nadine breathes heavily]
[clock ticks]
[shutter clicks]
-[door opens] -[gasps]
[Ajay] Nadine?
Oui?
I just needed a light.
I'm sorry.
[insects chirp]
[Angela] Herman, please.
We told them to be here by nightfall.
[Herman] What... What have I done?
I'm calling Siemons. He has a gun.
[vehicle approaches]
-Wait. -What?
[Angela] Thank God.
[chuckles]
You bloody did it! Well done.
[rock music plays]
Hey, you want a toke?
He doesn't, so I won't.
What can I say? I'm a freak for a clean.
[woman] Look at them, baby.
Shangri-La!
["Katmandu" by Bob Seger playing]
♪ I'm sure they know it's true ♪
♪ I got no rap against The southern states ♪
♪ Every time I've been there It's been great ♪
♪ But now I'm leavin' And I can't be late ♪
♪ And to myself be true ♪
♪ I'm goin' to Kathmandu ♪
♪ Up to the mountains where I'm going to ♪
♪ And if I ever get out of here ♪
♪ That's what I'm gonna do ♪
♪ Ow! K-K-K-K-K-K-Kathmandu ♪
[psychedelic rock music plays]
[music stops]
[projector whirrs]
-[film soundtrack plays] -[cheering]
Hey, man, could you move to the left a little?
Sure, my brother.
-Thanks, man. -Mountains. They're his trip.
[narrator on film] ...two tectonic plates below the surface of the earth,
and every year she continues to grow...
[crushing pills]
[Marie-Andrée sighs]
[knocking at door]
[Charles, in French] You wanna get that?
Thank you. Thank you, sir.
[Marie-Andrée, in French] I didn't order tea.
[in French] It's me who ordered it.
[in French] For you.
[in French] If you're going to stay...
with me...
I need to know that you trust me.
[in French] Are you Monique who I worship?
[in French] Or Marie-Andrée who wants to run home to Mama and cry to her priest?
[in French] If you drink that, will you wake up?
[in French] Or not?
[in French] This is how I love you.
-Can I cash these travelers' cheques? -Thank you.
Thanks.
You're wound kind of tight.
You should take some tea.
What's in there?
All the love you never had.
Every friend you've never made.
[screaming echoes]
-[echoing] Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! -Take a breath!
-I can't fucking see straight! -It's the first plunge.
It'll even out.
I've got you.
Who's that? Who's that?
Lord Shiva. The Destroyer!
[girl's laughter echoes]
-And what are you? -His apostle. His slave.
-You're safe. -Don't leave me.
I won't. Come with me.
Our skin, it has no color.
I'm not a girl.
You're not a boy.
We are only love.
[Charles] I have been looking for you all night.
And so?
She doesn't have anything.
Then why have you been with her all night, Ajay?
I like her.
Are you a slave?
No.
To her, you are a slave.
She may not say it...
not even consciously think it...
but you are.
Why do you think these white children deny the comfort and wealth
of the life they were given...
to come to a place like this?
Worship the same gods.
Wear the same rags.
-Please don't hurt her. -Live in the same filth.
Each experience is only then taken home
to wear like a piece of fake tribal jewelry.
They travel only to acquire.
It's another form of imperialism.
And she has just...
-[Ajay groans] -...colonized you!
I thought we were brothers.
We are.
No brother of mine is a slave.
[Ajay sobs]
Hey, what's wrong?
It's all right, you are loved.
[Ajay] Just go.
[insects chirp]
These are birth-control pills.
The writing's in Dutch.
Helena Dekker's, huh?
This is Monique.
-And where is Gautier? -He is Gautier.
I drew a map of the apartment. So...
Master bedroom. Here is the spare bedroom
where there is all the belongings from the visitors.
And most important, the safe with all the money and passports.
-This safe? -Exactly. This one.
She's an excellent spy, my Nadine.
It's enough? For your policeman?
Because we're not going back.
I can go back.
If you need anything, I can go.
Nadine, thank you.
Let's talk a bit about the victims.
This man, the Turk?
These are the same beads that he's wearing,
but you don't know his name?
I found these stories in the regional newspapers.
Do you know anything about these people?
Dominique showed us these. She's American.
Alain took her to Patpong, I think.
And she's the one whose exit visa
Dominique used to get out.
-Stephanie, no? -Stephanie?
Stephanie, yes.
Right, so...
-This? -Thank you.
Nadine, where did you get these?
I think at Gautier's.
[Herman] They were in Nepal.
That's the Kumari Devi, the Living Goddess.
Reincarnated as a little girl.
They select her,
bring her here to live and worship her.
Check this: the first day she gets the crimson, she's outta here.
She's not considered pure anymore,
so they kick her out and find another one.
Then what happens to her?
It gets peachier. She can't ever find herself an old man.
She's bad luck for dudes, so the story goes.
You get with an ex-goddess... look out.
Then the rest of her life...
she's alone?
I mean, it sure as hell beats the hell
out of living the rest of your life in fucking Saratoga,
married to some piece of shit who works in a bank
and picks his toes in front of the game every night.
I mean, who do you know who gets to say,
"Once I was a goddess"?
-So, where you headed next? -[Marie-Andrée] I'm not sure.
My husband is deciding.
You don't sound too happy about that.
Does he smack you around?
No, he's...
He's very good to me.
Before Laurent, I only got with dark men. You dig?
Men who made me feel powerless.
And then three months ago, the bus stops in Varanasi
and that fucking lumberjack gets on.
And he looks at me, and I knew, right then and there:
love ain't being powerless.
It's power.
So if you want to split, sister, then you split.
Pick a bus and get on it. You can get on ours if you want.
-Where are you going? -Does it matter?
I was actually thinking that I ought to go home,
because I have, like, no money.
But Laurent has these stones.
He says he'll sell them so we can stay together.
What do you mean, stones?
Rubies.
Two of 'em. Like cough candies.
What'd you say your name was again?
Lena.
[manager] Mr. Bloem?
I'm expecting a telex from the Nepal Bank here.
Confirmation of a wire transfer
from my own bank in Zurich.
It's quite a lot of money. You will let me know when you receive it?
The moment it arrives, sir.
-Hi. I'm with Lena. -There you are, darling.
This is Willem.
Great to meet you, Willem.
Laurent was heading up the mountain today.
But the weather closed early, so we hit the temple instead.
Where we all met.
-Hi. Did you show them yet? -Not yet.
I said Connie-Jo should have a shower.
I haven't had hot water on my body since Istanbul.
[Charles] I'm glad.
Show me what?
Laurent has a pair of rubies, darling.
I think he said we could get a thousand for them.
I'll have a look at it.
[Charles] Um...
I can't give you what you want for them.
-Those are not what you think they are. -Then what are they?
Glass, mostly.
-I'm sorry. Someone has cheated you. -They what?
These men are skilled, and their work is impressive.
There's no shame in you trusting them.
-[Marie-Andrée] I feel dreadful. -I'm so sorry, Connie.
I should never have raised your hopes like that.
But you must let us buy you dinner.
Yes. And tomorrow...
when the skies have cleared...
if you like, we can drive you up the mountain.
[Laurent] You've been so kind.
It's okay.
[Connie-Jo] They're here.
-Bye, Iris. -See you.
Wim.
Lena, hi.
-Hi. -Laurent.
[Charles] Ajay, my secretary.
-Hey, man. Didn't we meet before? -[Connie-Jo] Yeah, we did, with Iris.
She is one freaky kid, I'll tell you that.
Sure. I remember.
[indistinct chatter]
Are you not coming, Lena?
She needs to rest. We're expecting our first child in July.
-[Laurent] No way, guys. Congratulations. -[Connie-Jo] Wow.
Hey. That is gonna be some kid. [laughs]
[in French] See you later, my angel.
Hey!
[girl] Why don't we get a tuk-tuk?
[Iris] We can walk there.
[Charles] Well, my brother?
[Connie-Jo] See you later, Lena.
[Laurent] Can't believe we're actually going.
[engine starts]
[Connie-Jo] Bye.
[Laurent] Thank you.
Let's stop here for a moment and have some tea.
[Laurent] Thanks, man.
[inaudible]
Mr. Bloem! I must now insist you settle your account immediately.
[Charles sighs]
I assume you will take payment in American Dollars?
Ma'am? Sir?
Could we have a word?
-You look terrible. -I've not slept.
-Then eat. -Paul...
Herman. It's contingent.
-Contingent on what? -Me reading whatever that is.
[coughs]
-Jesus Christ. -Wait till you shit it out later.
I've eaten. Now you can read.
Gautier. The accomplice, Ajay.
And here...
the wife or girlfriend, Monique.
Various items belonging to their victims.
-How did you get these? -Nadine Gires.
Herman. You sent her to do this?
No... It's complicated.
My God, Cloggy. I turn my back for a day, you get ruthless.
-Is it enough? -Enough for what?
For the police. If it is enough then I can tell her to get out.
She went back there? Herman!
I'm terrified for her, Paul. She's very brave.
And you're entirely reckless.
Says the man who wanted to shoot Gautier.
Well...
Look, Paul, here. Murdered travelers in Thailand and elsewhere.
Their bodies burned so badly that they could not be identified. Again.
And here. Nadine took these from the Gautier apartment.
I called this hotel and a Lena Dekker and Willem Bloem
stayed for three days in December.
And here, I believe this is Gautier and Leclerc
traveling on the passports of my two Dutch.
Just days before these murders took place in Nepal.
See, this is what he does, Paul.
Forges victims' passports. Moves through borders.
Lays false trails across the entire fucking continent.
All right, Herman, all right.
Close your eyes and count to ten.
What else?
I have calls in at every foreign embassy
and every foreign ministry of every western country.
Missing persons inquiries...
stolen passports, complaints about robberies or assaults of any kind.
Well...
that explains it.
Explains what?
[Siemons] Hey, Laver! Laver says he's been leaving messages for you
at the embassy all day.
What are you two, Batman and fucking Robin?
-What's this? -[Laver] You tell me, son.
It's you sending out dispatches for druggings and robberies and whatnot.
It's a crime report.
Two Australian citizens: Greg and Viola Raynott.
Both got cleaned out on their holidays in Hua Hin last September.
Whatever they gave the man, he almost died.
He was hospitalized for two weeks.
The last people they saw?
[Laver] A couple they met on the beach. She was French-Canadian--
He was of Asian appearance but spoke French?
What is this, Knippenberg?
It says here the Raynotts described them as having a dog.
A little white dog.
There.
Now tell me we don't have enough.
-[officer] Helena Dekker. -[Marie-Andrée] Lena, please.
She is famous in the Netherlands.
-From the television. -Is that right, Miss Dekker?
Perhaps not famous.
She is modest.
[in Nepali] Hey, have you got a pen?
[in Nepali] One moment, sir.
[officer] What about you, Mr. Bloem? What is your work?
I'm a professor of sociology at the University of Amsterdam.
Here.
And you both say you have never met Miss Bronzich or Mr. Carrière?
No, no.
[officer] Follow me, please.
Was she your friend?
Oh.
I'm so sorry.
It's a terrible thing.
Miss May, have you seen this lady and this gentleman before?
Miss Dekker, please step back from the witness.
Miss May, please,
are these the people you saw Miss Bronzich
and Mr. Carrière leave with?
[Iris breathes shakily] I don't know.
[Iris] I'm sorry.
I just want to go home.
Please.
Officer Thapa,
you know just how many drugs these young people take in your city.
They don't stop from the moment they arrive,
and their minds...
Please don't leave Kathmandu until this matter is resolved.
Of course not.
[in French] I'll be back.
-[knocking at door] -Come in!
I believe you have my pen.
Thank you.
[in French] My love.
[in French] I'm happy we worked this out.
[in French] I'm getting bored of Nepal. How about you?
[in French] Things might be a bit hectic for a couple of months
but I promise we will be in Paris by the spring.
[Ajay] Time to hit the road?
["Jump Into the Fire" by Harry Nilsson playing]
Passports, sir.
[Herman] Either the night of the 15th or the 16th...
Joining Bangkok to...
[indistinct chatter]
...when investigating the whereabouts...
-B-L-O-E-M. -I know how to spell, Herman!
Good luck!
[inaudible]
Well?
We've done it, Angela.
They're going to raid Gautier's this afternoon.
Let's call Nadine and get her out.
[phone rings]
[phone continues ringing]