Bellamy Page #7

- A real debacle!

- And his mistress is screwing Leblanc.

I sleep with a cop, too.

One last glass. That'll fix us.

Not too much!

Here we go!

- Where's he going?

- To puke.

Why not tell him to stop drinking?

Like pissing in the wind.

We can't con each other anymore.

- What do you mean?

- We become ruthless.

We see all the little flaws.

You can accept them.

You can even forgive.

It doesn't stop you from seeing them.

You talking about us?

We're different.

We love each other.

- You hate your brother that much?

- Worse than that.

It's as if he were me.

- Not tired of destroying yourself?

- You're sweet to care.

- I found the answer.

- Then answer to what, for God's sake?

To the question

I've been asking myself.

Two teas, please.

I'd prefer sparkling water.

You mind?

You always decide for him.

I'll go tell the girl.

The Nimes police have reason

to be pleased.

A man contacted them this morning.

He'd been hiding out in a hotel

under an assumed name

and a new face. He is none other than

former insurance broker Emile Leullet,

wanted for insurance fraud

and the murder of a homeless man...

For reasons that remain obscure,

he turned himself in.

He is now being questioned

by /nspector Leblanc.

And now, the latest bullfight news...

- Looking for someone?

- I haven't been here in ages.

The neighborhood's changed a bit.

Third floor.

Only a woman's legs don't change.

- You the sentimental type?

- I have nice memories.

So do I...

Denis and I lived here for five years.

His first long relationship?

He used to say I was fun.

Always in a good mood.

Impervious

to psychological complications.

That's enough to keep a man.

He was so miserable.

Put yourself in his shoes.

This is it.

It belonged to Denis,

from his college days.

In pharmacology?

He wanted to be an entomologist.

- May I?

- Please don't.

- It hurts too much.

- You don't have to look.

I know them by heart.

Please don't...

- Can I introduce someone?

- A new boyfriend?

I don't have one.

A childhood friend.

He's a lawyer.

He's like my brother.

Can I go get him?

A**holes.

I'm a friend of Claire's.

She even got me my studio.

How are things?

Not too bad.

He just got his degree.

This will be his first case.

We examined this from every angle.

We decided not to press charges.

I understand.

You agree with me?

We can't be sure...

I'm like you,

I have a soft spot for murderers.

That's in your memoirs.

It stuck in my mind.

Forget my memoirs.

You still need a stance.

How are you going to plead?

Happenstance... Coincidences happen.

Which don't always happen by chance.

A combination of circumstances,

if you prefer.

They were fated to meet.

Leprince wanted to die

and Leullet threw him a line,

even if he had another plan.

It's not a murder,

but an exchange of favors.

You're ambitious, kid.

I can see why you chose this profession.

He should be acquitted,

shouldn't he?

Maybe.

I can't say.

But judges are hard-headed.

It's hard to surprise them,

and even harder to come out on top.

We need a plan.

Then find one, quick.

Something to wake Denis up

and make him laugh up there.

Easier said than done.

Let's see what stuff you're made of.

That sonofabitch Leblanc,

you should have seen his face

when I told him.

Inspectors aren't all the same,

believe me.

What'd you tell him?

That he had no business

sleeping with Nadia.

That she's not up for grabs.

Takes two to screw.

She didn't pity you.

I'll fight. She's my princess.

She's cost you enough.

My lawyer is pessimistic.

What does he know?

The girlfriend of the man

you took for a ride, Denis Leprince,

decided not to press charges.

She'll be an ordinary witness.

You'll take her lawyer.

- The same one?

- The same one.

He'll explain why a poor wretch

wanted to be buried near the Sete beach.

Oh, really?

He'd do that?

What's this lawyer like?

Like you. He's driven.

Why are you...

...doing this for me?

- None of your business.

I've seen

too many empty rooms lately.

- That all he took?

- The car, too.

The bastard! He had a copy made.

He drank all that?

You let him leave drunk?

I wasn't here when he left.

I wasn't here.

Goddammit!

You're suffocating me.

You know that girl

who runs the school choir?

Can you give me her number?

What for?

To give voice lessons.

Think she'd do it?

What are you cooking up now?

Good things, I hope.

My defense will be brief.

It will only take a few minutes.

Go on, counsel, you may begin.

'Without being a total ignoramus,

'I'm no thinker,

no beauty, nobody famous

'But I'm not a bad sort

and I have a good heart

'That should make up for a start...

'A twit can be a decent guy

'Like me, like you, like all of us

No need to cry

'lf he commits a silly act,

'Devoid of tact

'He wouldn't hurt a fly

'But sadly, as the Earth turns,

"Most deadbeats are lower than worms

"They bustle, and hustle, and tussle

To get in our way"

What is this? Star Search?

'To make our lives hell day after day

'Forgive me, O Lord,

if my words seem tart

'When you cast the poor jerk

in the villain's part

'You made this world,

you must confess,

'What it is today: A Godawful mess! '

This news flash just in:

Emile Leullet alias Noel Gentil,

was finally acquitted.

The defense by his young lawyer,

Jean-philippe Metrail,

ad hoc performer

of our great Georges Brassens,

astonished the courtroom

but eased tensions.

Tell us how it happened.

Well...

- Singing at a trial was a first...

- / believe so/

But it was a hit in any case.

Only the insurance companies

called the trial grotesque...

Singing Brassens at a trial...

That takes some doing!

Be right with you, Mrs. Chantemerle.

It was Paul's idea.

- It was nothing really.

- You're too modest!

Some modesty does no harm

in this day and age.

I've finished with your wife.

Your brother sent us a nice card

from Saint Malo.

- Lucky you.

- He's not a bad fellow.

No, he's harmless.

What a long face!

You should be pleased.

I don't know.

I wonder if Leullet and princess Nadia

didn't take me for a ride.

What makes you think that?

The look on his face

after the acquittal.

You look tired.

It's not the fatigue.

This business with Leullet?

Why didn't Jacques

send us a postcard, too?

I don't know.

He tell you what I did to him

when we were kids?

I don't want to talk about him.

I know. You want to travel.

We'll go. We'll stay in some hotel

with palm trees in the lobby

and prim old ladies

clinging to their rattan armchairs.

That Agatha Christie stuff

is ancient history.

You're right.

I'm stuck in the past. It's dumb.

Turn on the light, for once.

For once, what?

He doesn't remember.

Or he'd hate me even more.

Remember what?

I couldn't stand

his little angel face anymore.

I was supposed to protect

my kid brother. But I couldn't.

That's why...

That's why, what?

I almost killed him, you see?

- Are you kidding?

- Not at all.

I'm not kidding at all.

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