Will you take this--
Yes, I do.
Will you take Charles Sobhraj as your--
Yes.
I do.
You'll have your luxury hotels once we're in Paris.
-Yes? -Alain Gautier.
So, have you told them?
That I'm pregnant?
I don't think today is the right time, Charles.
No, that we were leaving.
I don't know if I want to have a child in India.
Juliette, I want better for our child than France.
Listen, I know how you take everything to heart, but--
I can't grow in the city.
I will never be up to it.
I can't do it with the police arresting me on any pretext.
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?
No… of course not.
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?
My office. Now.
Sir, my apologies if I--
I strongly recommend that you keep your mouth shut.
I wonder, Knippenberg,
if you have any idea what your task here actually entails.
The task of any diplomatic mission in the world.
It is to influence…
softly, and invisibly.
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.
-Sir, with respect-- -You don't seem to understand
that your demeaning behavior not only affects you, but me as well now.
Take a holiday.
Three weeks.
Sir? Three weeks? I don't think--
It's not a request, Knippenberg. It's an order.
Get out of Bangkok. Come back to your senses.
I don't want to see you for a while.
Even in Karachi you can find good champagne.
-To Paris. -To Paris.
My love…
now that we are going to Europe…
there's so much we must leave behind us.
Things that are not good, and people that are worse.
So I need to know if you can really leave it all behind.
If you mean can you be sure of my silence…
I don't mean your silence, Marie.
I mean forgetting. Everything.
I want us to feel we can be innocent.
Now we are to be man and wife.
Father and mother.
My love, will you go and find my cigarettes?
They are in the bedroom.
Please.
You're going?
Not for long.
So, Madhu, my little princess.
You must help Mommy not to miss me when I'm gone.
Then tell us where you're going, Charles.
I've got a job.
Goodbye, my angel.
I'll be back tomorrow.
-Hello? -My love, it's me.
Charles! Where the hell have you--
-Calm yourself. -No!
You've been gone weeks, without a word--
Juliette, did you see the newspaper?
-What news? -The Ashoka Hotel.
-Yes, it's all over the radio. -The diamonds. It's me.
So you know the life I promised you…
It's now that it starts.
Pack your bags, I'm coming.
Charles? Who was that?
Charles, speak to me.
Charles! Hello?
Charles. Charles, speak to me.
-Charles? -I said turn around.
Come have a look.
-What? What's happening? -Room 504.
All the better. That way we'll never see Gautier again.
Don't you get it?
What if there were clues, proof down there that the police missed?
What happens when the place gets cleared out?
I don't care.
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.
Excuse me.
Paul, look at them.
Fuckers think they're Bonnie and Clyde.
-We will have more updates on the hour… -Juliette, it's me.
We have to leave, my love.
It doesn't matter how good they are at catching me,
I will always be better at escaping.
-Let me-- -It's okay. Juliette, it's okay.
-We have to get out of India. -What?
-We are leaving now. -Where to, Charles?
You are wanted. Even the army is looking for you.
We take the car, we drive.
Prepare the little one.
Come on.
Get Madhu.
What is it?
Madhu?
Where is my daughter?
She was safe. With us. With me.
She was dragged between unpaid rooms and stolen cars.
We left Paris behind to make our future together, our family.
And you send her back there. All alone.
She's with my parents.
And if you loved her, you'd understand that she's better off with them.
If life with me is so fucking wretched,
what are you still doing here?
Answer me!
Why do you think?
Shit.
No spare!
What are we going to do now?
What do they want? We haven't done anything.
-But why? -Get in.
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!
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.
Juliette, my love, how did you manage to get out?
The charges against me were dropped.
After all, I didn't do anything.
Except get married to you.
-I'll be out of here in six months-- -But I won't be waiting for you.
-Yes, you will. -I want a better life than this.
For Madhu, of course.
But also for me.
I am divorcing you.
No one divorces me.
I am going back to Paris.
We are never going to see each other again.
Farewell, Charles.
I thought you left me.
To go back to Juliette.
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.
My God, Charles.
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.
It's the truth? You promise?
I swear.
Sometimes you have to be able to just let the past go.
"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."
Stop.
Hello. Your papers, please.
Thank you.
-Perfect. -Thank you.
Have a good trip.
Welcome to France, my love.