Nadia Boulanger & Yves Kilar

Nadia Boulanger & Yves Kilar, a couple, are two of the many passengers you can pick up in Night Call. They cannot be picked up seperately.

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

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Transcript
« Alésia, in the 14th. »

A couple is getting into your taxi. A couple like you've seen so many times before: attractive, a bit tipsy, drooping eyelids... He's... already asleep. Must be about twenty, maybe more. She's... still smiling faintly, like the evening has had a lasting effect on her. She's older... maybe 40, 45?

NADIA: "Alésia. Right next to the movie theatre."

« Very well. »   (Start driving.)

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You pull away... leave the street... the neighbourhood behind. Your passengers say nothing. When you downshift, you can hear the man's heavy snoring. The woman stares right at you.

NADIA: "I beg your pardon. This may seem odd, but... What do we look like? I mean, he and I, what do we look like?"

« A couple. »   « A couple? »   « A... couple. »   « I'm not sure I understand. »

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NADIA: "Thank you."

She pauses.

NADIA: "I happened upon two friends who were... making fun of us tonight. We could be mother and son. It's stupid.... I..."

She hesitates and...

NADIA: "Forget it. Let's let it drop. Sorry to have bothered you with that."

« No need to apologise. »   « No worries. »   « You look like a couple. »   (Say nothing.)

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NADIA: "Thank you, that's very kind of you... I don't think I've ever met a taxi driver who was so... understanding before."

« I am serious. »   (Say nothing.)

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She watches you for a while. You can see the hesitation in her eyes. Then, she turns her head.

NADIA: "I'm too defensive. It's unhealthy... not good. Not for me nor for Yves."

Her expression hardens.

NADIA: "I love him more than anything, you know? People think... they want to think he's some sort of toy. But he's not a toy. I did not choose him because he's young and chic. I love him. Period. Can you understand that?"

(Open up.) « Yeah, I think so. »   (Smile.)

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HOUSSINE: "More than you think."

NADIA: "What do you mean?"

« I prefer older women. »   « I get what you're going though. »   « I just said that... without thinking. »

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NADIA: "And what is it like for you to be in this position? I mean, in the eyes of others?"

HOUSSINE: "It's... weird. I don't think it's as hard for us. People say things... make fun... but I think a lot of men actually fantasise about it, even if they don't dare admit it to themselves."

NADIA: "You think?"

You smile ever so slightly.

HOUSSINE: "I work with taxi drivers. All men."

You sense her becoming more relaxed behind you.

NADIA: "Thank you for your honesty... I... I... I don't really know how to put words to what I actually feel. I..."

She takes a deep breath. Her throat shakes from all the air. Outside, the reflection of an interior design store appears in a frozen puddle.

NADIA: "I think the problem is me. I don't need a mirror to see it. He's young, he's handsome, he's filled with energy from morning to night. My joints creak. I lose a fraction of eyesight as each year passes. I got lost on my own street the other night. I'm a burden on him."

« Don't say that. »   « You think? »   « You're gorgeous. »   (Say nothing.)

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Your passenger watches her partner for a moment, then turns back to you with a faraway look in her eyes.

NADIA: "Th...thank you."

She wasn't expecting... and did not want your compliment. She pretends to focus on the road going by. You decide to keep quiet. What an ass. ... A few minutes later, you reach their destination. You pull up to the sidewalk. Your passenger plunges her hand into her bag and stops.

NADIA: "What if..."

She shakes her head.

NADIA: "No, forget it."

She pays the fare and as she is putting her wallet back in her bag, she hands you a bill. A 100 euro bill.

NADIA: "Would you mind using this money to... take Yves to a hotel? I don't have the will to do it myself. We need to put an end to this. He deserves someone else."

Her proposition leaves you speechless for a while.

NADIA: "I'm serious."

« Out of the question. »   « Are you sure? »   (Burst out laughing.) (Take the money.)

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NADIA: "Why not?"

(Be polite.) (Be honest.) (Remain silent.)

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HOUSSINE: "You are a very attractive woman. It appears you're both doing very well for yourselves, judging by the place I picked you up and where you live. I don't know if he loves you and I couldn't care less, to tell you the truth. But I can't think of anyone who deserves to be left behind in a taxi like that."

The lines on her face fade in the dark.

HOUSSINE: "And I'm really a bit insulted by your request. But, let's move on..."

NADIA: "I... I'm putting it away."

The money goes back in her bag. A car passes on your left and pulls over next to you. The driver asks if you're leaving soon.

HOUSSINE: "One minute..."

You turn to your passenger.

HOUSSINE: "I've got to go. You should do the same."

She seems horrified by her behaviour.

NADIA: "I'm so sorry."

You wave her off: it's nothing. No big deal. ... A second later, she's walking into her place, holding onto her partner. He hasn't even woken up. You smile wondering what he must have dreamt about. You'd like to have similar dreams. You let the other call pull in and go back to your shift.

