Camille Rivier & Antoine Parmentier

Camille and Antoine are a couple and two of the many passengers you can pick up in Night Call.

Passidex

 * You have met Camile & Antoine.
 * This is unmissable. You'll get it upon your first interaction.


 * You made Camile & Antoine uncomfortable.
 * You were cool with Camile & Antoine.

The third entry appears to be bugged.



Transcript
« My boyfriend and I, headed to Vincennes. »

A couple gets in your taxi. If you add it up, their total age cannot be more than 40. They glance at each other nervously and occasionally grab hands affectionately. He speaks first. Despite being built like a tank, his voice is soft and a bit hesitant.

ANTOINE: "Um... Vincennes, please."

You detect a southern accent.

« Do you have an address? »   (Start driving.)

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ANTOINE: "Um... The castle?"

She gives him a look and he tries again.

ANTOINE: "The metro station, actually."

You start driving. The couple is whispering in the back seat. Their words are sometimes covered by the sound of the radio, the street noise and the motor.

CAMILLE: "Idiot... The castle. You think we're going to sleep there?"

ANTOINE: "Yeah, but I don't know where to..."

You smile; passengers always think you can't hear them when they whisper in the back of the cab...

CAMILLE: "No big deal... The hotel is right next door anyway."

Actually, though, you can hear everything.

ANTOINE: "That hotel of yours? I'm just not feelin' it."

CAMILLE: "Why?"

ANTOINE: "I'm just not, that's all. On their website it looks old, with tiny beds."

CAMILLE: "We can get a double bed."

ANTOINE: "I'm just not feelin' it."

A moment of silence.

CAMILLE: "What should we do then? We could ask him."

ANTOINE: "Who?"

CAMILLE: "The driver."

The boy raises his voice.

ANTOINE: "What? Are you crazy?"

They glance at you, hoping you haven't heard anything.

CAMILLE: "He must know some hotels. I'm sure of it. Go ahead, ask."

ANTOINE: "He'll think it's strange."

CAMILLE: "The guy's a taxi driver. I'm sure people ask him all the time."

ANTOINE: "Me? Why me?"

CAMILLE: "You're the one that doesn't want to wait for my parents to leave us their place."

ANTOINE: "That's not why... It's just that your room is too..."

CAMILLE: "Too what?"

ANTOINE: "There are posters on the wall... and well..."

CAMILLE: "Oh, come on. Puhlease. Stop with your excuses. You're just afraid of my old man."

Awkward silence.

ANTOINE: "Go on, ask."

CAMILLE: "Fucking loser."

She looks at you.

CAMILLE: "Hey... uh... sir?"

« Yes? »   « You looking for a place for the night? »

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CAMILLE: "So here goes, we need some advice... My boyfriend and I are looking for a hotel in Vincennes... something not too pricey but clean..."

ANTOINE: "With a double bed."

CAMILLE: "No one cares about the double bed, Antoine... He doesn't give a shit."

« I know a few places in Vincennes. »   « You shouldn't be doing this... »   « No, sorry. »

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CAMILLE: "Is it safe?"

You nod.

HOUSSINE: "Yes... yes... I'm a professional, miss."

CAMILLE: "Thank you..."

The couple has begun whispering in the back again.

ANTOINE: "You ok?"

CAMILLE: "We should have waited until my parents left..."

ANTOINE: "Shit... I'm sorry. It's my fault. I tried to rush things and..."

CAMILLE: "Are you kidding? I'm the one who's in a hurry..."

They look at each other and burst out laughing.

ANTOINE: "You're sexy."

CAMILLE: "You're an idiot."

They start laughing again.

CAMILLE: "Seriously though, if you want to wait..."

ANTOINE: "We'll see when we get to the room."

CAMILLE: "Yeah."

They look deep into each other's eyes. You don't pay them any attention for the remainder of the ride. They continue cooing in the back. They warm up the taxi with their sweet words that float up to your ears. You stop the taxi in front of the hotel. It's a small, discrete building, no frills or fuss. Yet, it gives off a warm and welcoming impression.

CAMILLE: "This is it?"

ANTOINE: "It looks pretty good..."

CAMILLE: "Yeah... yeah."

HOUSSINE: "I know the owner. She will welcome you with open arms."

They remain silent for a moment.

CAMILLE: "This is it?"

She glances at her boyfriend.

ANTOINE: "Let's see how much it costs. We'll wing it."

CAMILLE: "Yeah... yeah."

They get out of the cab. The young lady hands you her fare through the window and walks away without saying a single word. They disappear into the hotel... nervously.

