Vagabond (Sans toit ni loi)

VAGABOND

Hey, Mr. Emognat! I found a dead woman!

She's like this.

- Are you sure? - Yeah, in the ditch.

I'll call the police.

Get a picture of her face.

Her face.

A woman in the ditch.

She's dead.

When did you find her?

- This morning at 10:00, I think. - 10:00?

If she stumbled and got knocked out in this cold...

the cold got her.

No ID on her.

Those are wine dregs on her. They threw her in a wine vat.

Eight feet.

What did she look like?

She had a vacant stare, like a vagrant.

The way she looked at me, I knew she was out of it.

That's all I can say.

- What do you think? - A natural death.

No marks on her.

Looks like she froze to death.

No one claimed the body,

so it went from the ditch to a common grave.

She died a natural death without leaving a trace.

I wonder if those who knew her as a child still think about her.

But people she'd met recently remembered her.

Those witnesses helped me tell about the final weeks of her last winter.

She stood out in their minds.

They spoke of her, not knowing she had died.

I didn't tell them that, nor that her name was Mona Bergeron.

I know little about her myself,

but it seems she came from the sea.

Paulo, for two francs you can have her.

Yeah, sure, but when you find a real naked girl...

you chicken out.

That day on the beach, I was ready.

A girl all alone is easy!

The water must be freezing. She's gotta be crazy.

Maybe she made a bet.

I wouldn't do it. Maybe for a grand.

She's not bad, eh?

- Let's go see. - No, I have work to do.

- Let me drive. - Some other time.

Camping season's over. No one's around.

I am.

Those big things are ugly.

Summer's better.

People everywhere.

90,000 in the summer, but just 3,000 in winter.

That leaves 87,000 empty beds.

Looking for a bed? There's a bunk in back.

Save your tired lines.

You got a radio?

Everything but a radio. What a heap of junk!

Not even a radio.

I'm stopping here. You'll have to get out.

No free rides with you, huh?

So long.

Girl hitchhikers, okay.

But if they're a pain in the ass, I throw 'em out.

She was cute though.

Could be the one we almost crushed the other day.

We were tearing down bungalows, and she didn't hear.

She was sleeping like an angel.

Hey, guys, look at the prize I found!

Can I have some water?

- Yes, use that pump. - That thing?

There's no water.

You have to prime it.

Did your car break down? - No, I'm camping.

- In this weather? - Yeah. It's okay.

Got any matches?

Of course. I'll give you some, young lady.

I'd like to go away.

That girl who wanted water — She was free.

She goes where she likes.

She may be hungry, with no mother to feed her.

Sometimes it'd be better not to eat.

I'd like to be free.

I'd like to be free...

Anyone in there?

Yeah, I'm sleeping.

You know where you are?

No, I got here at night.

This is a graveyard. You can't stay here.

Got any work cleaning tombstones?

Coffee, please.

You looking at me?

Or my sandwich?

The sandwich.

Too bad.

You want one?

Laurent, a sandwich.

When she showed up, she had a big backpack.

She was looking for work.

I paid her 30 francs to wash a car.

Got her hands clean, at least.

I'd have let her pump gas...

but I didn't trust her.

Female drifters are all alike.

Loafers and men-Chasers.

She even said I had dirty hands. No, that's not what she said.

She said, “You have a dirty mind.”

The nerve!

Come on!

- Can I get a ride? - Yeah.

I'll get my pack.

Assholes!

Hey, pass the beer.

Watch this!

It's gotten tough. Not many easy targets around.

- Most homes are guarded. - Not to mention dogs.

- What about Yolande's gig? - No!

Keep Yolande out of this.

- Her uncle guards a chateau. - Hands off Yolande! You got that?

Yolande.

Coming, Madame Lydie.

I stumbled across some lovers, but I didn't tell my Uncle Aimé.

He's the caretaker. He just makes his rounds.

The owner only comes by once a year, so my uncle doesn't care.

He doesn't even know you can get in the back.

Uncle Aimé, this is my man.

My name is Paulo.

Mine is Bionnet, B as in boob, I as in idiot,

O as in honest without the H, two N's, Noël Noël,

E as in Ernest Renan...

and T like the first name of the poet Théophile Gautier.

Well done!

Let's drink to that.

I know that one by heart. He's used it for 15 years.

I'm going for a walk.

You're back? Enjoy your walk?

Been daydreaming?

Had your fill?

Paulo, let's go. I gotta take Uncle to the station.

I want to go dancing.

Promise you'll come feed the dogs at least once?

- I promise. - She's the obliging type.

Yolande is a real help

Yolande was one of the help

- You're going away for a while? - Yes, on family business.

I wish Paulo would dream with me

like the lovers in the chateau

in each other's arms.

The old man's leaving with a suitcase.

We can relax for a few days.

Your little squatter's shack isn't bad.

No tracks.

Stay out of sight.

I know. I usually don't get to stay put two days.

I'm usually all alone,

like a wandering Jew.

I threw away the key.

It's about time.

You know she wants lunch at 12:30 sharp.

You slept all morning.

I'm sick of being cooped up here.

That three-day trip will be a relief.

Find a job with more room for me.

Old folks pay well.

Find some other old person!

She may be a drag,

but lots of them are dirtier and sicker.

This one's a plum job. - Not for me.

But you spend my pay.

You're a tactless pain in the ass.

Paulo, why can't you be nice to me?

Here we go again.

I know a real loving couple. They do everything together:

They eat, smoke, and sleep together.

They listen to music.

- Who are they? - You don't know them.

But you do?

I'm not gonna rot here, I'm warning you.

The woodwork's pretty, but it collects a lot of dust.

Be sure to dust it well.

Careful with my little cup. I'm very fond of it.

My godmother gave it to me for my First Communion.

Poor thing! I worshipped her.

I wept and wept when she died.

I thought, “If they were murdered, how awful!

But if they're just asleep, how sweet.”

Are you really out of dope?

You smoked my month's stash in four days.

Pass the bread.

I hear noises.

It's the wind.

What was that?

Turn off the radio.

Go and see.

As long as I had grass, she was cool.

Not so cool when I ran out.

When I got knocked out, she was gone.

I'm lucky she didn't swipe my radio.

She'd been eyeing it.

I thought she was a homebody,

the kind to stick around.

Shit!