Amélie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony...

Narrator: Amélie still seeks solitude. She amuses herself with silly questions about the world below, such as "How many people are having an orgasm right now?"

Amélie: Fifteen.

Narrator: For Bretodeau, that little box brought back a lot of memories - Federico Bahamontes winning the '59 Tour de France, and of course, the tragic day when he won all the marbles at playtime

Bretodeau, The Box Man: Life's funny. To a kid, time always drags. Suddenly you're fifty. All that's left of your childhood... fits in a rusty little box.

Narrator: Nino is late. Amelie can only see two explanations:

                               1 - he didn't get the photo.

                               2 - before he could assemble it, a gang of bank robbers took him hostage. The cops gave chase. They got away... but he caused a crash. When he came to, he'd lost his memory. An ex-con picked him up, mistook him for a fugitive, and shipped him to Istanbul. There he met some Afghan raiders who took him to steal some Russian warheads. But their truck hit a mine in Tajikistan. He survived, took to the hills, and became a Mujaheddin. Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy who'll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy.

Seller in the porn shop: These are hard times for dreamers.

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: So that's the one, there, the guy who raises his hand?

Amélie: Yes.

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: Is she in love with him?

Amélie: Yes.

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: The time has come for her to take some real risks.

Amélie: Well yes, she's thinking about it. She's thinking of a stratagem.

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: Yes, she likes stratagems, doesn't she?

Amélie: Yes.

Raymond Dufayel aka Glass Man: She's a bit of a coward. That's why I have trouble with her eyes.

Amelie has a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It's a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes her.