Synopsis
On a rainy evening, in the outskirts of one of those little towns in the north of France or the South of Belgium, a man is waiting nervously in his car facing the blinking neon sign of a snack bar. A big gun is sitting at his side, on the passenger seat.A man exits the snack bar. He is walking quickly, his head sunk into his raised collar, to protect himself from the rain and wind. The man in the car turns his engine on, lowers the window, takes the gun and tries to get closer to the walking man. But he is on the other side of the road. The rain is now pouring into the car, blinding the driver.
The headlights of a car driving the opposite way force him back into his lane. He has lost the walking man. He eventually spots him heading into a small street. He races to catch up, all lights off. As the man walks close to the wall, the driver inches on, blindly. He gets more and more upset, as he can’t reach toward the walking man.
The cars in this small well-off and deserted street are parked neatly on both sides at this time of the night, forcing the walking man back onto the middle of the road : the car is now heading toward him. The driver builds up speed. The walking man is not walking anymore : the car has run him down. The driver backs up. The back-lights shed light onto the man on the ground, who is now still.
The car moves away, all lights off. The driver turns his headlights back on, drives to a motel, parks in front of his room, runs into it and bursts into tears.
Bruno D., whom we have just seen running over a man with his car, confides to a voice-recorder before, he says, ending his life.