Across the Road Page #4

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You're impossible.

Why?. I'm taking care of you.

Jean?.

She's buried him in the garden!

Very funny.

Fix me a drink?.

Jean?.

Jean, what are you up to?.

I looked everywhere.

Close the door.

Lock it!

I picked up some pizzas.

Get undressed!

Hugo's waiting.

I said get undressed!

Take your jumper off.

You're weird.

Keep going...

I said, keep going.

You can do better, Michelle!

B*tch!

You do that very well.

Come closer.

Jean... The game's over!

Don't worry, we're alone here.

Michelle!

Jean!

Jean!

Michelle!

Michelle!

Jean?.

Leave me alone...

Come along.

What time is it?.

Late.

Don't worry.

I didn't take advantage of you.

Not yet.

I've got some good wine

and crayfish.

Interested?.

Why don't you tell me

what happened?.

Nothing happened.

Don't worry, we're alone here.

There's nothing else.

You sure?.

Yes. I watched the whole tape.

Michelle....

I never slept with Guillemet.

Just wondering.

You do'nt have to believe me.

But Jean...

After all we've been through...

Leave him. Before it gets...

I love him!

Look what your little darling did!

Thinks he's a 75-year old lecher!

For that, you didn't have to...

Get rid of Guillemet?. That it?.

Michelle...

I don't care, whatever you did...

Hello.

I'm Michelle Dorset.

In Henri de Villard in?.

Mr de Villard is out.

Any message?.

Could his assistant help you?.

No, that's fine. I'll call him.

Mrs Dorset?.

My husband is out,

but I can see you. Come in.

My husband's always out

when I'm here.

He hates dealing

with his major stockholder.

You wanted to see him?.

I...

I wanted to discuss Jean's book.

His new novel.

Yes!

He sent in a typescript

this morning.

This morning?.

The last chapter isn't written.

Your husband wanted us

to have it.

He wants it in "a safe place".

And wants Henri's opinion.

They all do.

They don't realize

how busy we are here.

We can't read the same things

over and over!

Of course.

I'll give it to our panel.

No...

Jean changed his mind.

He wants you to have it

when it's done.

No point in submitting it twice.

You look tired.

And worried.

No, I'm fine.

I hear your husband

had a car crash last year.

A serious one.

I thought he'd be a good driver.

His car skidded off the road.

That can happen to anyone.

Your husband loves you.

You're very lucky.

My best to Jean.

And your lovely house.

Jean!

Jean!

Jean!

Jean!

Jean...

I'm so happy to see you again,

Mrs Dorset.

Don't worry, we're alone here.

Have you thought over my offer?.

Don't worry, we're alone here.

This house is my finest possession.

It has become my body and soul.

I do'nt believe it.

I told you it was time to leave.

Your husband's a good lover.

You stole Guillemet.

You stole everything!

Now I hold trumps.

The tables have turned!

They'll find your body,

and realize

your suicide was because

your husband found out.

I'm innocent, you know that!

Liar!

If I'd slept with Guillemet,

he wouldn't have touched you!

That's not true.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Now I'm getting

what Guillemet always denied me.

This house... and love.

Love?.

What on earth do you think?.

Jean doesn't love you.

He never will.

Why?.

Because he only loves me.

Like Guillemet.

He screwed you, thinking of me!

Shut up!

He bought you my dresses!

Shut up!

Try as you may, Clemence...

You'll never be me.

You may dress like me,

copy my hairstyle,

but there are things

you don't know...

You can't fool Jean...

He knows me!

He knows what my hands can do...

What my lips can do...

He knows...

how I make love...

Now I've got the last chapter.

You asked him over,

to our place.

Tell me why!

It's not what you think!

Feb, 27,

when I was in the hospital.

I'm glad I didn't die,

so I didn't miss this!

Goddamit!

She tried to kill me!

Police?. There's been a murder.

Yes, a murder!

I'll hold on.

Hang up!

Hang up, dammit!

What's the address?.

Sorry...

In Montmartre, 27 rue Bag...

It was self-defense, get it?.

The old guy too?.

I didn't sleep with him!

I didn't kill him!

You must believe me!

I believe you.

The cops will ask:

why the 2 bodies?.

There'll be 3.

I won't have to explain!

How could you sleep with Clemence?.

I never did! You know that!

I have a novel to finish.

I need details.

I never slept with the old guy.

Was it his idea

to come to our place?.

He n ever came to our place.

The who's on those photos?.

Trust me.

Trust you?.

That's all I want to do.

But you've played games with me!

I'll trust you

if you tell me everything!

Everything!

Here!

Lawyers have emergencies?.

Just like doctors!

Hurrup up!

Where's this from?.

Never mind.

You've thought over my offer?.

I don't believe it!

Weird, it's not working.

You're right.

They tried to erase it.

So what?.

So...

if I delay the demodulator...

I may get the sound and image.

There it is.

Be there!

There's blackmail!

Don't touch a thing!

It'll get back in synch.

Love doesn't exist, my dear.

You just proved it to me.

What's this?.

I hate being wrong.

Sh*t!

Don't worry, I'll get it back.

I slept with him

out of love for my husband.

Go on, Jean. Kill me.

I slept with him

out of love for Jean.

What did you say?.

You lie!

Be there!

His car slammed into a wall.

So what?. You'd seen him

slam into walls for months.

His in pain.

And can't bear to hurt you.

So he'd rather end things.

I know this house

better than you.

So tell me.

How often did you do it

to get the house?.

Just tell me the truth.

Who's on the photos?.

I can't tell you the truth.

For the last time

who's on the photos?.

Guillemet! Jean Guillemet!

You slept with him?.

Yes.

In our apartment?.

And you killed him?.

Did you kill him?.

Yes, I slept with him

and killed him!

What's this mess?. What's going on?.

Hold it!

Get out!

No one wanted to publish it.

He'd have died with his book.

You're lying!

I should have arrested them.

There's been a murder.

Need help.

It's him.

No, it's not.

Yes.

It couldn't be that cripple.

And I know why!

We had no elevator!

Why lie?.

Tell me the truth.

Look at me!

Come on out! Surrender!

It can't be...

I love you.

It was Henri Villard!

You slept with my publisher?.

You?.

Mr. Guillemet,

I'll nevre regret what I did.

I can never admit it to Jean.

Love does exist.

Jean!

My dear friend,

if you notary sends you this letter

then I've won my bet.

Anyway,

I have all the elements I need.

Some phony bills,

a handwritten note,

a video tape, compromising photos,

and a will

that's too good to be real.

The only thing I can't stand

is taht stinking dog

lying on my sofas.

But that can be

taken care of, too.

How did you like my heirs?.

Charming, aren't they?.

So young, so happy,

so stubbornly, defiantly in love!

Some lovers can survive

suspicion and doubt.

Maybe these two will manage.

But no love-affair

can outlast a murder rap.

I can't help smiling thinking of

the role poor Clemence

has to play unwittingly.

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