A completely destitute man travels to Paris. He waylays a woman - his ex-girlfriend - with a knife in his pocket. He unnoticeably follows her through the streets. Ever closer, he approaches her. He waits for the moment their eyes meet one last time. He follows her into the Metro, into a Café. He sees her hair. Her smile. Her new boyfriend. A kiss. The fist in his pocket. A knife in the fist. He tores her to himself in a dark alleyway. She looks at him. They look at each other. One last time. Then he lets her go.