[mayor's voice echoes faintly]
[mayor recites vows in French]
[in French] Will you take this--
[in French] Yes, I do.
[in French] Will you take Charles Sobhraj as your--
[in French] Yes.
[in French] I do.
[scattered applause]
[thudding]
-[overlapping chatter] -[jazz piano plays]
[Herman] My report has gone to every embassy in the city.
[Paul] Your damn report isn't going to help you now, Herman.
But this might.
-Jesus Christ, Paul. -It's just in case. Understand?
-Are you crazy? -Are you?
We knew exactly where Gautier was.
-Now he could be anywhere. -Not anywhere. France.
To see his mother, Nadine thinks.
His mother? Jesus Christ!
What about Ajay? He's still here.
And we know he knows all about you.
No.
I'm not taking it. I'm not like you.
You are right.
You're not like me.
I know how to stay alive.
What have they done?
[Angela] ...but to France. Yes?
Angela, the pond!
-[Remy] They can't just vanish. -[Herman] The pond is empty!
[Herman] Where have the water lilies gone?
Angela, what the hell has happened to the pond?
I asked the gardener to...
I thought I asked him to tidy the plants, but it turns out my Thai isn't...
He thought I wanted it cleared. I... Herman!
[Herman] Is that gardener mad?
[Herman] What have they done?
Who would do that to water lilies? What have they done?
I'm worried.
-Where do we sleep? -I know a place.
How long?
A few days. Once I've confirmed the most suitable client for the gems.
And we need to wait for Ajay.
Ajay. How could I forget?
He's our friend.
Doesn't mean we want him living with us for the rest of our lives.
It's here.
[Charles, in French] You'll have your luxury hotels once we're in Paris.
You go up there, check in.
I need to make some calls.
[vehicles passing]
[phone rings]
-[in French] Yes? -Alain Gautier.
Hello again, Monsieur Gautier.
I believe you may be interested in certain merchandise.
You know, we've already told you,
we are well served for T-4 exes.
This was one month ago, Madam Boeder.
Before Max Ayga was arrested in Columbia for embezzlement.
It's true, Max is indisposed, but...
Gautier, listen to me. We worked with Ayga for 15 years,
and now you expect us to replace him with someone we've never met
and whose goods are uncertified?
Well, I intend to remedy both those things.
My associates and I will be in Paris.
-Associates? -My secretary and my fiancée.
And the rest, the goods?
Did you not receive a package?
[Mr. Boeder] Has there been a delivery?
[Mrs. Boeder] John, has a parcel arrived this morning?
Yes.
[Charles] I thought I might trust you with a sample.
Quite a trick, Monsieur Gautier.
Is there somewhere we can reach you?
My hotel in Karachi. Four-two-two-six-two...
one-six-five-nine.
Excellent, Madame Boeder.
Hey, you. Sit here. If the phone rings, you answer it.
If you do it well...
I'll give you another.
[classical music plays]
You know, you're allowed to congratulate me, Mama.
What would you like me to congratulate you for?
Your wedding or your release from prison?
You know what the greatest joy of this day is for me?
I will have a real family. My family.
A different future.
Different how, Charles?
[sighs]
[in French] So, have you told them?
[in French] That I'm pregnant?
[in French] I don't think today is the right time, Charles.
[in French] No, that we were leaving.
[in French] I don't know if I want to have a child in India.
[in French] Juliette, I want better for our child than France.
[in French] Listen, I know how you take everything to heart, but--
[in French] No.
[in French] I can't grow in the city.
[in French] I will never be up to it.
[in French] I can't do it with the police arresting me on any pretext.
[in French] Every day I am made to feel I don't belong here.
Every time an Asian commits a crime, the police come looking for me.
Unless you think they are right to?
[in French] No... of course not.
[in French] Listen, my love.
Some day we will come back. I promise you.
But when we come back...
Paris will kneel for us.
I promise you.
I'm your husband. Do you trust me?
Yes?
[snoring]
[floorboards creak faintly]
-[floorboards creak] -What?
-[cocks gun] -[breathes heavily]
[Angela gasps] Herman!
Wha... What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me? You stupid woman!
[panting]
[Redland] ...join the Narcotics Liaison Committee today.
They were double-booked with a different kind of narcotics liaison
along the Cambodian border. [chuckles]
[Van Dongen] Thank you, Mr. Redland. Thank you, gentlemen.
Jesus, Knippenberg, I didn't think I was that dull.
You've got a hell of a nerve, Knippenberg.
Shoving this garbage through the mailbox of every embassy in the city?
Bawling about a Canadian citizen being in some goddamn Bangkok murder gang?
Well, she is. She's an accomplice.
And, whether you like it or not, she's Québécois
and you're a Canadian attaché.
I thought you might want to do something,
not come blundering in here as though it's none of your business.
My God, Knippenberg! What is the matter with you?
Have you actually even read this?
Ambassador.
Your Third Secretary has jungle fever.
My Third Secretary has been my First Lieutenant
in our investigation into the violent crimes
committed against two nationals of the Kingdom of the Netherlands.
A young couple, both now lying on mortuary slabs.
A nasty and upsetting business, Mr. Bastien.
[in Dutch] My office. Now.
[in Dutch] Sir, my apologies if I--
[in Dutch] I strongly recommend that you keep your mouth shut.
[in Dutch] I wonder, Knippenberg,
if you have any idea what your task here actually entails.
[in Dutch] The task of any diplomatic mission in the world.
[in Dutch] It is to influence...
softly, and invisibly.
[in Dutch] I am not defending you to that Canadian imbecile because I like it.
I'm doing it because it's my duty to my kingdom and this embassy.
But you...
Apparently you don't have that sense of duty.
-[in Dutch] Sir, with respect-- -[in Dutch] You don't seem to understand
that your demeaning behavior not only affects you, but me as well now.
[Herman clears throat]
[in Dutch] Take a holiday.
[in Dutch] Three weeks.
[in Dutch] Sir? Three weeks? I don't think--
[in Dutch] It's not a request, Knippenberg. It's an order.
[in Dutch] Get out of Bangkok. Come back to your senses.
I don't want to see you for a while.
[engine starts]
Yotin, stop the car.
-[Yotin] Mr. Knippenberg-- -Stop! Stop!
[tires screech]
[Yotin] Sir? What are...
They've got plenty and we've got none.
Can I help you, sir?
Yes.
[Angela] Suspended?
It isn't a suspension.
What kind of euphemism would you prefer for "compulsory leave"?
-I thought I could rely on you to-- -To what, Herman?
To be your typist and your chauffeur?
And now to tolerate this lunacy?
To believe in me.
When you got your internship in the Foreign Service,
I put bread on the table while you took classes.
I believed in you enough for that.
And enough to follow you to the other side of the world
so you could build your career.
Your career.
So forgive me if I take exception
in watching you fling that career in the dustbin with one hand
while you willfully put my life in danger with the other.
Van Dongen's right.
You need a holiday.
Or at least, I do.
Get out of this pond, for God's sake.
[in French] Even in Karachi you can find good champagne.
-[in French] To Paris. -[in French] To Paris.
[in French] My love...
now that we are going to Europe...
there's so much we must leave behind us.
[in French] Things that are not good, and people that are worse.
[in French] So I need to know if you can really leave it all behind.
[in French] If you mean can you be sure of my silence...
[in French] I don't mean your silence, Marie.
[in French] I mean forgetting. Everything.
[in French] I want us to feel we can be innocent.
[in French] Now we are to be man and wife.
[in French] Father and mother.
[Ajay] Where's my glass?
[Ajay] And I'm starving.
[Charles] Ajay!
[Charles] We're pleased to see you. Aren't we, Monique?
[Ajay] Not a thing. Just strolled through.
-These things are gold, Alain. -And the Dutch man, Knippenberg?
-What word? -Oh, my brother.
You can sleep easy. It's all over Bangkok.
He's been sent away.
-You got a buyer set up? -Yes, they're Tier 3 buyers.
Boutiques in Bern, Zurich and Paris.
I only need to agree terms with them, and...
-and then we can leave. -[Ajay] Paris? Wow.
I'm gonna need some new threads, man.
New clothes, Ajay?
A new character too?
Fucking hell.
Nice to see you too, Monique.
[in French] My love, will you go and find my cigarettes?
They are in the bedroom.
Please.
What chopped her onions?
The sight of you, mon frere.
You remember when we came through here in '71?
Of course.
I made more in those four days than my father made in all his life.
Thanks to you.
What's in your bag?
Well...
[Ajay] Couldn't leave her behind, could you?
And who could blame you? Juliette, man, she was like...
[mimics explosion]
Monique? Not even in the same class. [chuckles]
What?
[in French] You're going?
[in French] Not for long.
[infant babbles]
[in French] So, Madhu, my little princess.
[in French] You must help Mommy not to miss me when I'm gone.
[in French] Then tell us where you're going, Charles.
[in French] I've got a job.
[in French] Goodbye, my angel.
[in French] I'll be back tomorrow.
[reporter] Delhi's most celebrated hotel, the Ashoka,
has been robbed in the most daring and spectacular fashion.
From the suite above,
a thief drilled into the jewelry concession,
then escaped with a haul worth over a million rupees.
New Delhi Crime Branch,
under the authority of Police Sergeant Narendra Nath Tuli,
have reassured the media that they have the suspect's identity...
-[phone rings] -...and will leave no stone unturned
until he is apprehended.
-Hello? -[Charles, in French] My love, it's me.
[in French] Charles! Where the hell have you--
-[in French] Calm yourself. -[in French] No!
[in French] You've been gone weeks, without a word--
[in French] Juliette, did you see the newspaper?
-[in French] What news? -[in French] The Ashoka Hotel.
-[in French] Yes, it's all over the radio. -[in French] The diamonds. It's me.
[in French] So you know the life I promised you...
[in French] It's now that it starts.
[in French] Pack your bags, I'm coming.
-[gun cocks] -[officer] Please disconnect the phone.
Turn around... slowly.
[in French] Charles? Who was that?
[in French] Charles, speak to me.
[in French] Charles! Hello?
[in French] Charles. Charles, speak to me.
-Charles? -[officer] I said turn around.
You're under arrest.
[in French] Come have a look.
-[in French] What? What's happening? -[in French] Room 504.
[in French] All the better. That way we'll never see Gautier again.
[in French] Don't you get it?
[in French] What if there were clues, proof down there that the police missed?
What happens when the place gets cleared out?
[in French] I don't care.
[in French] Let them clear it.
I want this whole fucking story out of our lives.
The Knippenbergs have gone to the beach.
If Herman can leave it all behind...
so should you.
I have to go to work.
[knocking at door]
[woman, in Thai] Excuse me.
-Yes? -[woman] Telephone for you, sir.
-Yeah? -I'm sorry to disturb you, Herman.
Tell me what?
Nadine, what's happened?
Herman?
Nadine just phoned.
It's Gautier's apartment.
The landlady wants to rent it out again, so she's clearing it.
-When? -Any day now.
Call the airline. I'll pack.
[Ajay] This bed must be very uncomfortable to make love on.
Has Alain made love to you on it yet?
[Marie-Andrée] Ajay. Did you bring what I asked?
Yeah, sure.
And the other thing?
There wasn't time.
-It was important! I told you. -I was worried about police,
and Nadine found me...
I'm sorry I forgot your notebook, Monique!
Why are you even coming to Paris? Huh?
The disgusting things he keeps you around to do for him.
There'll be no more of that, you understand? That's history.
Paris is our future, mine and Alain's.
You seem very upset about your notebook, Monique.
Makes me wonder what was in it.
It's personal.
It's personal?
"Personal" makes it sound more like a diary to me.
You been writing down you and Alain's little sex secrets?
You want to forget the past?
That Dutch girl screamed for you,
and here you are still wearing the ring that you sold her.
You're vile! You're vile!
-You're a fucking monster. -Then what does that make you?
We're just the same.
We both know his name isn't Alain...
but we still call him what he wants to be called.
You play a role for him, just like I do.
Why do you think he keeps you around, Monique?
You were only ever here for one reason.
To take the place of Juliette.
His wife from Paris.
Didn't he ever tell you?
[Marie-Andrée] I was always taught that love is a gift from God.
[priest] Whoever lives in love, lives in God.
I love this man. I do.
-But I am afraid. -[priest] What do you fear?
Sometimes I dream that I have his child inside me.
But then I feel his hands around my throat...
and I wake up.
I do not recognize myself...
anymore, Father.
[priest] Then it is not love that you feel.
If it is not, I...
What is it?
I do not know what it is.
[priest] Will you make your confession?
[priest] Open your heart and unburden yourself.
[women praying]
[Ajay] She kept a diary. Everything written down. And now this.
Alain, they even call it a confession.
You need a white girl for the white clients. I get that.
But we're going to Europe. They grow on trees.
And Monique is...
We can't trust her.
You have to get rid of her.
[exhales]
[Herman] I've brought Bloem and Dekker's photographs
to help identify anything that's theirs.
We need to collect everything of interest.
Get it out of here, look through it piece by piece. Everything.
[in French] Paul, look at them.
[in French] Fuckers think they're Bonnie and Clyde.
[groans]
-Dutch? -Uh...
-Yeah? -This was loose.
Jesus Christ.
Sedatives, disassociates...
Christ knows what else.
I've seen drugstores with less.
Hell of a narcotics raid.
Hey, what's that?
Kaopectate?
I know this drug.
You get a bad stomach, it blocks you up.
Whatever's in here is not kaopectate.
[Herman] Here...
[Paul] He poisons the kids,
makes them believe they're sick.
Says, "Take this, makes you all better."
But it doesn't. It makes you sicker than you already were.
Fuck knows what he gives them to keep them under.
[Herman] Here.
-Wait. -What?
[Paul] Christ, how many more are there?
-[Angela] Herman? -[Herman, in Dutch] My God.
[Angela] Herman?
-Yeah? -The woman...
Monique - I think this is her diary.
-Can you translate it? -Of course.
But I noticed something already.
What?
There's no mention of the name "Alain,"
but on every page she talks about "Char."
Char?
-Maybe for Charles? -So his name isn't even Alain.
Is it even Gautier?
-It's all just fucking smoke. -No, Paul, it isn't just smoke!
All of this, it's his life.
We look hard enough, we'll find him in it.
Everything we are doing... Everything!
It will help us to shackle him.
-Okay. -Okay.
[groans]
[prisoners shouting]
[reporter] Reports indicate that the jewel thief
faked the symptoms of appendicitis so perfectly
that he even convinced the surgeons
who removed the organ in the prison infirmary,
from where, only days later, he drugged his guards,
jumped over the wall and fled into the city.
It is thought even the army have now been brought in
-to aid the police in their pursuit. -[Charles] Juliette?
[banging on door]
-We will have more updates on the hour... -[in French] Juliette, it's me.
-...but here now, a roundup of... -Charles!
[Charles pants]
[in French] We have to leave, my love.
[in French] It doesn't matter how good they are at catching me,
I will always be better at escaping. [chuckles]
[gasps]
-[in French] Let me-- -[in French] Juliette, it's okay!
-[in French] We have to get out of India. -[in French] What?
-[in French] We are leaving now. -[in French] Where to, Charles?
[in French] You are wanted. Even the army is looking for you.
[in French] We take the car, we drive.
Prepare the little one.
Come on.
Get Madhu.
What is it?
Madhu?
Where is my daughter?
[Charles, in French] She was safe. With us. With me.
[in French] No. She was dragged between unpaid rooms and stolen cars.
[in French] We left Paris behind to make our future together, our family.
And you send her back there. All alone.
[in French] She's with my parents.
And if you loved her,
you'd understand that she's better off with them.
[in French] If life with me is so fucking wretched,
what are you still doing here?
Answer me!
[in French] Why do you think?
[thudding]
[both panting]
[in French] Shit.
[in French] Fuck.
[in French] No spare!
[in French] What are we going to do now?
[siren approaches]
[in French] What do they want? We haven't done anything.
-[in French] But why? -[in French] Get in.
[in French] The hire car? You stole the fucking hire car!
What do we do?
I don't want to go to prison. I haven't done anything.
I've done nothing, except been stupid enough to love you!
[in French] Calm down!
Listen to me.
It's going to be okay.
Whatever happens now, don't worry.
I'll come and find you, we'll be together again.
We'll be together. The three of us, in Paris.
I swear it. Trust me.
[officer] Police!
Police!
[Charles] What did you tell the priest?
Ajay thinks we should leave you behind.
All I said to the priest was all I wrote in the diary.
That it tortures me...
but I love you.
[Marie-Andrée] It's true.
I do.
Even though I know you have not been honest with me.
You had a wife before and you never told me.
Juliette?
Ajay told me.
I was... I was angry.
Come on, man, you've known her for what, a couple of months?
I left my family behind for you.
And so? Haven't I done the same?
I never needed diaries or priests, did I?
Everything that I have done for you,
everything that I have done, I've never questioned it.
And I've done it with a fucking song in my heart.
-Because we're brothers. -You cannot trust him to be what you need.
Hmm? Not now. Maybe then, not now.
Charles, not in Paris.
You want to stand beside him
as you walk into the restaurant of the George V?
When you go shopping at Cartier, what will people think of you
when they see you beside a little brown thug?
"A little brown thug"?
Then what am I, Marie?
Alain, please--
Mr. Alain! For you!
You are nothing like him. You know that is not what I meant.
-Alain. -Monsieur Gautier?
We were wondering, might you, and your associates, of course,
see your way to joining us here in Paris?
You, your associates and the merchandise?
Madam Boeder, we haven't agreed either purchase price or fee.
We'll have a little dance, I'm sure.
But we're in the same ballroom, Gautier.
How many of you ought we to expect?
Just the two of us.
-[jazz plays] -[typewriter clacks]
"I know he made love again with Suda."
Suda? Who is Suda?
His Thai girlfriend I told you about.
"Char tells me if I become Monique I will understand.
These people are just drug traffickers.
Should Monique care about the things she fears he does?
Marie is terrified, but Monique has to stay calm."
-Go on, Angela. -"Can I play this role forever?
Knowing all that I know?
Don't live as Marie-Andrée Leclerc, Char says..."
Leclerc! We've got her name.
"If only Char keeps his promise, takes me to meet his mother,
takes me out of this ditch. Live instead as Monique and be free."
Wait. Yes, yes. The mother.
-She must say where, no? -No, Herman, she doesn't.
-What? -[Angela] This woman...
She barely knows any more than we do.
He seduces, he betrays, he destroys,
and yet she yearns for him.
[Herman] Paul, help me with this.
What?
Here.
[Herman] Look, this must be his parents.
[Herman] Then who's that? Did she re-marry?
[Paul] Upgraded to a French naval officer.
[Herman] From the war-torn streets of Saigon...
to a comfortable home in France.
[phone rings]
-Hello? -[Charles] It's me, Mama.
Charles?
-Where are you? -It doesn't matter where I am.
But where I will be, soon.
I haven't been home for a while.
-There are reasons for that, Charles. -Nonetheless...
-I wanted to give you some warning. -Warning of?
I'd like to see you.
I wondered if you might help me with something?
I want to see my child again.
I don't know why you imagine I can help you with that.
Her family hate me.
Tell them how you long to see her and to know her.
And what if I don't?
What if I regret her birth when I think of all the damage you've done?
-You're not that heartless. -You're not that sentimental.
Nonetheless, I will see my child whether you help me or not. We're coming.
Make room at the table, Mama.
Fourteen days, Karachi to Paris.
-[engine starts] -Monique?
You will never need to speak to Monique again.
I promise you this.
You and me, Alain, right?
You and me.
[Ajay] Why are we stopping here?
We need to have a conversation, Ajay.
I've come to understand something.
I can't rely on you anymore.
Because this is all you're good for.
Pocket change. Gutter work.
You're not my partner, Ajay.
You were my errand boy.
And now...
you are nothing.
Alain...
This isn't fucking funny.
You are a worthless little man.
Monique was right. Paris is no place for a little brown thug.
So now I want you gone.
Ajay...
mon ami.
It's time for you to make your own way in the world.
[in French] Juliette, my love, how did you manage to get out?
[in French] The charges against me were dropped.
After all, I didn't do anything.
Except get married to you.
[in French] I'll be out of here in six months--
[in French] But I won't be waiting for you.
[in French] Yes, you will.
[in French] I want a better life than this.
For Madhu, of course.
But also for me.
I am divorcing you.
[in French] No one divorces me.
[in French] I am going back to Paris.
We are never going to see each other again.
Farewell, Charles.
Juliette!
[Marie-Andrée, in French] I thought you left me.
To go back to Juliette.
[in French] Let me tell you about Juliette.
And you will see why I deny her, and always will.
Juliette and I were married.
Long ago.
And Juliette, my own wife, she betrayed me.
Because of her I was imprisoned,
and left rotting in a cage in Afghanistan.
[in French] My God, Charles.
[in French] After that she stole my child.
When I came out of prison, I heard she had died.
Believe me, I do not grieve for her.
I lied because, when I talk about it, it feels too real.
Juliette is the worst thing that ever happened to me.
But that is the past, it's behind me.
There is only you in my life now, Marie. Okay?
Only you.
[in French] It's the truth? You promise?
[in French] I swear.
Sometimes you have to be able to just let the past go.
[Marie-Andrée, in French] "Marie-Andrée calls her parents in Lévis every weekend.
And Monique shames her for it.
Marie remembers the confession, her priest.
Monique laughs at her. But always there's Char.
Char and the desperate love both these women feel for him."
[Angela] Herman?
Come to bed. Please!
-[Angela] You can't keep looking at it. -[Herman] But it's in here somewhere.
Gautier's mother. Paris. Leclerc's parents in Quebec.
She calls her parents every week, she says.
Stop it. Stop this.
How the hell do you expect me to just stop it?
Angela, please...
-Bastien, it's Knippenberg. -[Bastien] Knippenberg.
You don't know how to give up, do you?
-Did you read the report yet? -I might have.
[Herman] I have the woman's full name,
and the town in Quebec where her family still live.
[Bastien] Do you now?
-[maid] Excuse me, master? -Yes?
-[Angela] Hello, Bastien. -[Herman] I didn't think...
-Well, that's gratitude for you. -[Herman] No, I... Of course. It's just...
[Bastien] I had the Mounties pay a visit on your behalf.
[Angela] What is it?
[Herman] A forwarding address for Leclerc.
The address of Gautier's mother. We know where they're heading.
Bastien, thank you.
[in French] Stop.
[in French] Hello. Your papers, please.
[in French] Thank you.
-[in French] Perfect. -[in French] Thank you.
[in French] Have a good trip.
[in French] Welcome to France, my love.