Bellamy Page #3

So I had to resort to drastic measures.

You hid his car keys?

That wasn't enough.

He'd take taxis.

He absolutely had to see her.

So I locked the shoe closet,

and I hid the key.

Not a single pair of shoes available.

- So what'd he do?

- He got around it!

He took my slippers!

Have you ever met her?

Better than that.

He brought her here.

They rehearsed in the garage.

- They rehearsed what?

- Dancing.

Emile had joined a dance club.

She was his partner.

- Explain.

- His dance partner.

It was a city event.

Just like in America.

A contest that anyone could enroll in.

- So they rehearsed together...

- Right.

At first, I saw no harm in it.

I didn't hold it against them.

I figured:
They're just dancing.

Look...

They won the contest.

The judges said

they were the handsomest couple.

Weren't you jealous?

I felt so confused.

But didn't you think it could go further?

That they'd go all the way?

I thought it was just a contest.

You were proud.

I never knew how to dance.

What I love is decorating my house.

In my family, we never had anything.

I even have a DVD of the contest.

I'm sure they still see each other.

Even if he's hiding, she goes to him.

I should've killed them.

You sure don't mince words.

Tell me, you still have this DVD?

And what do you read here?

B-A-D.

- And that makes?

- Bad.

It makes us bad...

She's a good teacher!

Who are you?

He's Paul's brother, Jacques.

I told you.

Jacques what?

Jacques Lebas.

Lebas, not Bellamy. He's no brother.

Yes, he is.

Families are complicated.

Very complicated.

Your teacher will explain.

That's enough, please.

Whose hand is that?

Emile Leullet's.

And that's his mistress.

Leullet, the swindler?

The naive fool, you mean.

He's got you hooked.

But he's no saint.

He got it figured all wrong.

I never saw a cop like you.

- He looks like our man.

- He is our man.

Emile Leullet

is hiding out as Noel Gentil.

- Looks like he had his face recarved.

- He did.

You guessed that?

The plastic surgery, the forged papers.

That must have cost him.

I'd like to know who was in that car.

Speaking of cars,

your brother wants to borrow yours.

He asked you?

Will you two grow up?

It has nothing to do with age.

Just where is he?

In the kitchen, with little Gilles.

He's having his portrait done.

Why didn't you have kids?

To spare them this rotten world.

Gilles, time's up. I'll take you home.

I haven't finished my drawing.

It'd be a shame not to.

Just five more minutes, then.

Have some chocolate.

There. Want some?

I'll lend you my car eventually.

You're not gone yet.

Say, I could use some money.

And what I gave you

two months ago?

You gonna ask how I spent it?

He wants to buy a forest.

I know, he told me all about it.

She said it had possibilities.

You said that?

I don't remember what I said.

She's afraid you'll get annoyed.

I'd like to smash your face in.

Just kidding.

- What's that?

- His gun.

He showed it to me.

It's yours, actually.

He wanted to see

a real police gun.

I should have asked,

but you were busy with Francoise.

It was just to show the boy.

You finished my portrait?

Swell.

I need some air.

No one's keeping you in.

Can I take your raincoat?

In case it rains.

Take my raincoat.

See you later...

Iovebirds.

Who's his wife?

He doesn't have one.

Now get your things and let's go.

Podiatrist-pedicurist

Not ticklish, I hope, Inspector?

I don't think so.

Tell me where it hurts.

You have fallen arches.

You need more exercise.

I got plenty in my youth.

I bet you were attractive.

You in town for a while?

A month's vacation.

My wife is from Nimes.

Someone recommended me?

What does it matter?

Talk to me

about your ex-dance partner.

Which one?

The one who vanished into thin air.

Emile Leullet.

Let's change the subject.

Were you happy with him?

Hey, is this a grilling?

A grilling is very different,

I assure you.

This is just a question.

It's a pleasure to answer a star.

Remember, this is a private visit.

No problem.

Fine.

I'll repeat my question:

Were you happy with Emile Leullet,

Miss Sancho?

I see what you're getting at.

There's more to life.

What more did he give you?

Trips. Two-day hops, at the most.

He must've promised more than that.

The moon!

And what comes with it.

A divorce, life insurance for his wife,

then away we go.

Away where?

Around the world, to start with.

Then settle down somewhere.

- And you said yes?

- I wasn't going to argue.

He'd say, 'leave it to me.'

He was stubborn.

Is this place yours?

The office...

The lease is in my name.

And the loan?

There was none.

Leullet lent me money.

He played the stock market.

What do you owe him?

All the hassles he got me into.

Don't be ridiculous.

You have hassles?

You bet I do.

Think Leblanc let me off lightly?

You should see how he treats me.

He threatened me: I'm an accomplice,

it'll end badly for me.

- If I only knew what was going on.

- I can explain.

You met one of the few men

who keeps his promises.

Aren't I a lucky girl!

He said he'd take you away,

but had a moral debt to his wife.

Hence, the insurance scam

and the staging of his own death.

He found a man who could be his double

and sent him to kingdom come

at the Sete cemetery.

But nobody got the insurance.

And no divorce.

The whole plan's dead.

Especially the toasted stiff in the car.

Did you know him?

Did Leblanc already ask you that?

He didn't think of it.

I'm not surprised.

Well, I'm asking.

You knew about the insurance scam?

He said his wife

needed money for the mortgage.

So you did know.

I did help him out, that's true.

By doing what?

Finding a sucker?

Somebody had to hold

the steering wheel.

Before sending the car over the cliff.

He didn't tell me

what he wanted to do.

Granted.

- Who was the man?

- A tramp. That's all we could find.

I spotted him camping out front.

Emile said he'd fit the bill,

but didn't tell me his plan.

And you never wondered?

You're not curious.

Then what?

You talked him into getting

in the car with you?

It wasn't very difficult.

You okay?

Sete is far. It's not all highway.

Don't worry, he's driving.

You know where

the Sailor's Cemetery is?

There will be signs on the road, relax.

Here, some clean clothes.

You got all fancied up.

I don't have to dress like a lord

to go to a cemetery.

It would be more pleasant.

He's afraid

I'm gonna dirty up his carriage,

that bobo.

It's for you.

- You can shower at my place.

- I hate showers!

A bath, then.

A bubble bath?

A bubble bath.

When do we leave?

And you went with them?

Only as far as Montpellier.

Pull over. I feel sick.

I have pills in my jacket.

I don't want your pills.

I want to get out.

I'm going back to Nimes.

You changed your mind?

I didn't feel up to it.

What did Leullet say?

You don't know him.

He opened the car door.

- What was this tramp like?

- Handsome once.

A bit like Emile, only better looking.

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