Bellamy Page #4

But that's not enough.

You have to fight... to get there.

Get where?

Where you want to be.

And where did he want to be?

Did you ask?

He was fed up with his life here.

He wanted to see the sea.

It was our big opportunity.

Why did you walk out on him?

Honestly?

- I didn't want to be an accomplice.

- You already were.

I can turn the page.

And even tear it up.

I got scared.

I didn't know what he had in mind.

The life he planned on offering you.

Apparently, a lot of hot air.

The plan bombed.

I get the feeling

you tire of people fast. Am I wrong?

I'm pretty fast.

Aren't you?

I'm a bastard!

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Sorry to wake you.

I heard someone yell.

You all right?

We're fine.

I had a weird dream, too.

We're fine, we said.

Have a sip.

Good night.

Right.

I'm a bastard.

Yes, a real bastard.

There's no other word for it.

You enjoy torturing yourself,

Mr. Leullet.

I'm completely lost.

It all went too fast.

It's as if it all happened

to someone else.

You're no original, pal.

We always kill to get rid of something.

But most people who kill

get rid of themselves

at the same time.

Look at you.

You imagine killing a homeless person

so his body can take your place

in the burnt-out car.

You get a face job and fake ID

to make a new life for your dream girl.

Then bam!

The sh*t hits the fan.

The insurance company

discovers the scam.

What if I said I didn't kill him?

You're so convincing.

I feel like I've touched bottom.

Don't worry,

you can still sink lower.

Tell me about your little outing.

Let me drive!

- Not now.

- Let me drive!

I don't want to die.

I do! I wanna die, prick!

He wanted to kill himself.

And you obliged him, right?

I told you I'm a bastard.

Only half-and-half, like everyone else.

But not everyone kills.

- I didn't kill him.

- Except that not everyone

plans on killing someone.

What happened next?

He was thirsty.

We stopped at a gas station

You'd have let him drive dead drunk

sitting next to him?

- I'd have gotten out before.

- In any case,

you sacrificed the car.

In any case,

the problem never came up.

When I came back with the bottle,

the car was gone.

- You didn't beat around the bush.

- I always finish what I start.

Got anything to drink?

I have a half-bottle of wine.

- Perfect.

- But only a toothbrush glass.

No problem.

So tell me about life

with your two women.

You never frankly explained the situation

to either one of them?

I preferred to handle things my way.

And your way was to send a tramp

to kingdom come?

Think my wife will be all right?

I have no idea...

but she told me

a thing or two about you.

She never tried to understand me.

She treated me like a child.

Made me feel guilty.

I couldn't get it up anymore...

you see?

I felt like an old man.

Did you see Nadia, too?

I dropped by.

- She has a nice foot skeleton.

- Don't mock her!

Far be it from me.

She restored your taste for life.

She sure did. Thanks to her,

I realized my life wasn't over,

that I could still accomplish things.

She didn't wear panties.

So as not to waste time.

I'd never known anything like it.

She wanted it anywhere: A restaurant,

under a table, in a doorway.

She was capable of anything!

Anything!

Didn't that scare you a little?

Sure it did...

At first.

It intimidated me.

The nerve came gradually.

The nerve to kill?

Give me your king.

He sees right through the cards.

Let him cheat if it makes him happy.

You should talk!

I don't cheat.

You got all the good cards.

Nice of you to wait up for me.

It's almost midnight.

We kept busy.

Your report, Inspector.

It may change,

but for now, it's a guy

who wants to kill a guy

who wants to die.

You want to help me die?

No, he doesn't mean you.

I don't mean you.

Hunting a dangerous criminal?

I thought you were on vacation.

Vacation's not in his vocabulary.

Work's like vacation to him.

I know I'm a hell of a lucky guy.

What about you?

What about me?

Want my schedule?

- No. I don't give a sh*t.

- I know you don't.

Paul, stop drinking.

My last.

Remember when Gramps

pissed in the elevator?

At the lawyer's.

He was drunk as a skunk.

Don't talk like that. He raised you.

I'm talking about sinking.

In our family,

we always sank pretty low.

Didn't you own land?

Land isn't worth anything.

I've had enough. I'm turning in.

I'll go up with you.

I'll get those shelves up tomorrow.

Get up the stairs first.

I looked. You forgot the nails.

You married well, you lucky stiff.

You know Francoise

inherited from her aunt.

Not just the house.

The mutual funds, too.

Those, too, yes.

Do you manage the portfolio?

What's it to you?

You wouldn't have lost the land.

I know the value of things.

Keep moving.

Hold on.

I'd like to be like you.

Have the last word.

It's not something you learn.

You'll have it when you croak.

I forbid you to talk to me like that!

C'mon.

You could use some air.

See this?

It used to be a fancy brothel,

for the middle class,

officials and even clergy.

The bastards!

Did they get it up or not?

The story doesn't say.

They've all gone into humanitarian aid.

The visitors are the same.

The motivations differ.

You think mankind is improving?

Given that example, it's debatable.

And me...

When I'm dead,

what will you say about me?

I'll go before you do.

You'll come piss on my grave.

I like it when you talk that way.

I like it when you shut up.

How are you?

Still on for Thursday?

- Sure.

- See you Thursday, then.

Who's that?

Francoise's dentist and his boyfriend.

- You might have introduced us!

- Come along Thursday, if you like.

Ever been f***ed in the ass?

Don't start about

your time in prison again!

You really left me in the lurch.

Half-brother, different names,

no one the wiser.

I've put up with enough

of your bullshit.

There comes a time

when you want a break.

Let's get back

before you catch your death.

- Back for a few trifles?

- I hope not.

Your hair looks nice that way.

Can I talk to you a minute?

Not here.

- Jojo, take over for five minutes?

- Ten, if you want.

Sorry, I didn't realize who you were.

I saw your name on your credit card.

I was afraid to look dumb.

I wouldn't worry about it.

But you're famous.

- Am I too close? Does it bother you?

- All depends what for.

Some enlightenment.

You were summoned by the police.

How do you know?

Your name's on the visitor's register

at the morgue.

You came with a detective

to identify a body

that could be your friend

Denis Leprince,

no occupation listed,

no known address.

Did you recognize him?

Hard to tell. It might be him.

Were you told how he died?

In a car at the bottom of a gully.

At the foot of the Sete cemetery.

Where Georges Brassens is buried.

Denis wanted to visit his grave.

He worshipped him.

So that's it.

That's how Leullet managed

to get him into his car.

Was your friend Denis suicidal?

He was dreadfully ill, really.

But he wouldn't die.

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