Here.
And please, don't cut it up.
I'd like it to last all day long.
How did you find me?
How did you freakin' find me?
Why are you following me?
Wife. I just got... to see wife.
Yeah.
Am I a good actress?
Yeah, you're great.
Yeah, but you have to say that.
What if I suck and no one tells me,
and I just never get a real part?
Well, you'll stop acting and you'll pursue a career as a voyeur.
I'm good with that.
Doesn't pay much, though.
- I'll support you. - Sucker.
So you'll still love me even if I'm a failure?
- Babe, you are a failure. - Mean!
And I still love you.
- The question is... - Yeah?
Will you still love me if you're a success?
Of course!
Will you still love me if I'm a success?
And rich, and powerful,
and a bitch with no feelings?
Will you still send me naked pictures?
Yeah.
Then I will always love you.
Sam, you must get out there and do something.
I work two jobs already.
I'm not talking about work,
- you work far too much. - Okay.
And you waste all your time on that Internet, you know,
cutting up those newspapers and putting them together.
It's no good. It's strange.
And why are you wasting your life washing dishes for me?
Hmm?
I mean, why am I hiring you?
You know, I should sell this place and go back to Scotland.
But no, no, no, I have to look out for you.
What about your French kids?
Look.
Do me a favor.
Try something new, mm?
Meet a girl.
I know what it's like to be between two countries.
And believe me, you can only live in one.
Whatever it was, it's been over for a long time.
You keep doing this and I'm gone.
I promise this is the last time. Don't leave.
Hey, Sam?
Did I catch you spying again?
You should try it sometime, you might like it.
Ca va?
Hey, Sam?
Can I talk to you for a sec?
Gilles! What's this crap in the back?
I don't know! What is it?
Bunch of boxes we never opened.
Those must've been there since the divorce.
- Toss them out. - You don't wanna see what's in 'em?
No! Then I might be tempted to keep 'em.
Get rid of them.
Tuesday, you will fall...
head over heels in love with me on Pont Neuf,
the most romantic bridge in all of the world.
When I sell this place, I shall move to Bali.
- Bali? - Mm.
Somewhere warm, not like here.
This country is full of Frenchmen. It's unbearable.
Bali. It's a possibility.
A dream. My dream.
Everyone needs dreams.
Mrs. Jenkins sends her regards.
Sam.
Who's this girl?
Gilles, let me ask you something.
Is this the same person?
I don't know.
Let me see.
- No. - If she wasn't making that face...
Sam, what's this all about?
You know, when I said "find a girl,"
I meant a real girl, not some crazy fantasy.
I'm not crazy.
- Hello? - Jean?
Yes. Who is this, please?
I'm an old friend of Georgia's.
Do you know how I can reach her?
I'm sorry?
- Is Georgia there? - What?
- Who is this? - Do you know where she is?
Sam. Is this Sam?
- Yes. - She's dead, Sam.
Your fault. You killed her.
Hello?
Is this Detective Bill Rice?
- Could be. Who's this? - Jean Outerbridge.
I'm Georgia's mother. We met three years ago.
You told me to call you if I ever spoke to Sam Pivnic.
Well, I just did.
You get any information on him?
I got a phone number.
Mrs. Jenkins sends her regards.
Mrs. Jenkins sends her regards.
Mrs. Jenkins sends her regards.
Ahem.
Café.
For my best customer.
I have to find out.
- Find out what? - If they're the same person.
They're not. Now you know.
I'm going to L.A., Gilles.
Sam... you're not thinking clearly.
It's a waste!
It's an old saying. Rough translation...
"Logic will fail to talk someone out of something
logic cannot talk him into."
You're gonna need some money when you get there, no?
Thank you.
We won't see each other again, will we?
So the guy left in a real hurry, huh?
Mm. I've had not a chance to clean it out.
Oh. I promise I won't judge the messiness.
So, here we are.
It's, uh, it's nice, and, uh, cozy.
What's behind there?
Who was this guy?