Bellamy Page #2

The beginning is always best.

I feel too ashamed.

This is no time for that.

How long have you been in hiding?

No one knows I'm here except you.

What's your little game?

I have one quality.

I thought it was.

I always work things out in advance.

Watch your step.

If you've killed, that's serious.

It's bad to kill people.

Why did you do it?

For money?

For love?

- For the hell of it?

- For the woman of my dreams.

It got out of hand, I admit it.

I screwed up.

It's my fault.

Have any children?

My wife has a grown son.

He's in the army.

You have two women?

- You might say that.

- Then say it.

- Your house is in whose name?

- The mortgage is in my name.

The sun rises

over the terrace at breakfast.

If I go to prison,

they'll foreclose!

Most likely.

Where'll my wife go?

Good question.

I thought I'd pull it off.

I wanted...

everyone to be happy.

I mean it, Inspector.

You have to get me out of this.

Why?

Give me one good reason.

It'll pass. I need sleep.

Here.

You can sleep later.

Show me your ID.

Have any money?

Enough till the end of the month.

I sold my watch.

Anyway,

I don't need it.

Day and night are the same to me.

So I noticed.

Okay, let's get down to business.

I keep the photo of your man

and you tell me your story.

I'm listening.

Who is it?

The guy he thinks he killed.

Funny, I see a resemblance.

Think so?

Yeah, you're right.

What else?

He fed me a lot of nonsense,

something totally far-fetched.

Tell me.

Not worth telling. It doesn't hold water.

He knows it.

He's no dope.

An operator.

He gave me a sob story.

What are you thinking?

Suppose you had a double life.

Suppose the opposite.

Impossible, I'm monogamous.

But if you had a double life,

how would you handle it?

If I told you,

it wouldn't be a double life, darling.

I can't win with you.

I forgot to tell you.

His ID is fake.

I checked the police records:

No Noel Gentil.

Yes indeed...

He thinks I'm a fool, on top of it.

Turn the music down.

- Don't like Tchaikovsky?

- Not really.

The taxi woke you?

I told him to turn the music down.

What a jerk!

We expected you on Thursday.

The trains were full.

I didn't have a reserved seat.

Nothing to eat. I'm beat.

Unshaven.

Turn out the light.

It feels nice to be with family.

Can I have a glass?

Get your brother a glass.

I know the house.

- Not drinking with me?

- Paul's given it up.

Not even a little drop?

Not even.

Sh*t.

- What do I do with this, then?

- What is it?

Anethole. You can make 200 bottles

of pastis with this.

It was for you.

- Where'd you get that?

- In Spain.

Druggists here can't sell it.

But pure alcohol, they can. Go figure.

Here, Francoise,

I brought you some touron.

Bad timing.

She's just been to the dentist.

It's the thought that counts.

Sure, it's the thought.

I have good thoughts and shitty gifts.

Eat your eggs. They'll get cold.

Have some bread with them.

To soak up the yoke. I'll butter it.

You're puffing like a grampus.

Apart from pastis extract

and Spanish nougat, what's in your bag?

Gold ingots, what else?

Got a toilet kit, at least?

I have soap and shampoo.

The hotels get stingier and stingier.

Say...

Lend me your Mercedes?

For now

I'll lend you a toothbrush.

Not that one!

- I'm not next to you?

- No, down here.

Really?

It's better here.

I look like your father.

Fixing up the house?

That's to re-build the bookshelves

you busted last time.

Oh, c'mon. I said I'd pay you back.

I've got something in the works.

Don't laugh! This is serious.

A forest!

That'll provide income forever.

Forests are the thing to invest in.

Here.

They're too small for me.

They should fit you.

- You're not even listening to me.

- Sure I am.

A forest. Where?

Up north, but you gotta act fast.

Always.

And what do you plan to do?

Timber. Firewood.

What, 'oh'? There's more

than just wind turbines.

Timber is energy.

It's organic, it doesn't pollute.

And still reasonably priced.

But not for much longer.

It's already climbing.

It's going to be madness.

It's already madness, fella.

But not only in timber.

I'll get a toothbrush.

Glad to see your brother?

Sure I'm glad.

There are blankets in the closet.

- Seen Jacques this morning?

- No.

- I think he's still sleeping.

- We can count on him for that.

Don't start.

You're right.

I'm going out.

To do some errands?

To see Gentil's wife.

He gave me her address.

It's very complicated.

'Upper Rambles,

- I see where that is.

- So do I. I checked the map.

Pretty nice area.

He doesn't strike me

as being down and out.

Why are you bothering?

I thought we were on vacation.

I don't know... The guy intrigues me.

He moves me.

I'm Paul Bellamy, police inspector.

I told Inspector Leblanc everything.

This is a private call.

Since you're Francoise's husband...

You know my wife?

The boy she's tutoring...

- He's very fond of her.

- He is.

Come in.

You sure have stuff.

But no strength to unpack it.

What did you tell the police?

The truth.

That I didn't know anything.

I saw Noel Gentil yesterday.

Who's that?

You don't know anyone

by that name?

No one.

Are you ill?

I knew it would end badly.

This your first husband?

No, that's him.

Who?

Emile...

Emile Leullet.

You've only been married once?

For better or for worse, yes.

Your husband never talked about

changing his name?

Why should he?

'I knew it would end badly.'

What did you mean by that?

It wasn't his fault!

He fell asleep at the wheel.

Yes, but...

the charred remains in the car

weren't Emile Leullet's.

- Whose do you think it was?

- How should I know?

He never told me anything.

I only saw him at breakfast.

Will the insurance pay?

Dear lady, that would take a miracle.

Insurance companies don't appreciate

scams like this.

As soon as something smells fishy

they dig in their heels.

My husband should have known

all the tricks, after 20 years at Axa.

He lost his job?

He took unpaid leave.

All because...

of that b*tch.

Excuse me for asking...

but can I get a glass of water?

- Yes, of course.

- I can get it.

How did you get along

with your husband?

He was a hard worker.

That's nice,

but how did you get along physically?

Not at all.

Yet when we first met, I had hopes.

You hoped what?

I had hopes.

I found him attractive.

Not handsome,

but he had presence.

Very elegant,

always fashionably dressed.

I liked him, dressed.

You liked to see him in public?

Exactly.

In public.

But in private, not so good.

Yes, you might say that.

But he made up for it.

- How's that?

- He was very generous.

I only had to ask. He'd get it for me.

Even more recently.

It's been harder more recently?

What did you tell Inspector Leblanc?

That he was under a spell.

He went to her every night.

I did all I could to stop it.

You threatened him?

Not my style.

Let me show you something.

Nice collection!

Crepe soles, so he could sneak out.

At first...

Later, he didn't bother.

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