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he felt like changing wives.

So she shot him.

We're taking the kids

to an uncle's.

She was sent to the country.

To my place, in Switzerland.

You understand ?

It's horrible.

They're famous people

and we didn't do things legally.

Bullet wounds must be

reported to the police.

We didn't report anything.

Sometimes there are

police road blocks.

So what ?

They can ask for the patient's papers.

And take us to the hospital.

And the woman will go to prison.

Not a good start in life for kids !

So you're not an ambulance driver.

No...

I'm his friend.

My name is Eric.

Liliane...I'll help you

as much as I can.

There's a nurse's coat. You could

put in on and go in the back.

In the event of a control...

Yes.

Not too uncomfortable ?

He's asleep ?

Serious ?

- Fractured skull !

How far are we from Paris ?

- Two hours.

Are you all right ?

Yes.

- Right... Let's...

Watch out ! Road block !

Come on, Pierrot. Hide, quick !

Excuse me. Papers please !

You've got a patient ?

- Yes.

Please...

Excuse me.

What's wrong with him ?

- Fractured skull !

You can go !

We could meet again...

- If you feel like it.

Yes indeed.

I live at number 58.

At Mrs Weber's.

Good bye and...

thank you.

Good luck.

Good luck for everything.

- Hello.

- Hello, Fargier ?

- Yes.

- Riton speaking.

Wait a second.

- Yes.

- Abel is in Paris.

He's just called.

Meeting at my place in half an hour.

I'll be there.

It's white wine.

At this hour....

It was really a narrow one...

He's been really

worried about you.

He couldn't sleep at night.

At first, he didn't want to tell me.

That's what I am like,

you know me...

You called. I had to answer.

It wasn't easy though, you know...

Times have changed.

Well... we did what we had to...

You found a great guy, didn't you ?

And... it's better for you here

than in Nice.

Well... it depends.

Think of the kids....

You'll have to find a place to live.

That'll be difficult.

Of course, it'll be difficult. Whether

it's Paris or Nice, it's the same.

Can you take the kids outside ?

Come on, Daniel...

Leave this here.

What's with you ?

You see, for me,

Nice or Paris, it wasn't the same.

In Nice I didn't have any friends.

In Paris I do have some.

Riton, for instance.

And what do you think

Riton can do ?

I'm talking to Riton.

Yes but I'm his wife.

Well... now you know what...

his wife'll go and sit in the back.

That way, she won't interfere.

I'm really pleased, you know.

What's going on ?

I was explaining Denise we'd

never been partners, she and I.

But we were, you and I.

And Jeannot.

And Riton, Riton of the Porte.

But not his wife.

Of course, but she didn't mean that.

What do you mean then ?

When you phoned from Nice,

I could not go down there, Abel.

I was on probation

and I still am.

Now I'm watching you

here with your kids.

You don't know where to sleep.

And I only have a small room

You couldn't stay one hour there.

I am only a useless friend, Abel.

But... you must believe me...

since you left, I've only been

going in and out of prison.

I haven't done much.

I have nothing but a phone number.

Call me any time.

For whatever reason.

I'll help.

Thanks, Jeannot.

To tell the truth, Abel,

the situation is difficult.

At my place, with Sophie,

it's not possible.

She's changed so much

you wouldn't recognize her.

She's like a living dead.

I've tried everything.

We've seen plenty of doctors.

Nothing can be done.

The slightest emotion would kill her.

So... I thought

of a cousin in Britanny.

He doesn't write often

but I guess he's still there.

I don't think he'd say no.

The most difficult part, though,

is to find the way...

You get my meaning, right ?

The way to ask him about it.

Well....I can try writing to him.

When Sophie came to me

to take you out of the hole

and you'd still be there, Raoul...

I didn't talk to her about

a cousin in Britanny, did I ?

I didn't say I'd try writing...

I know that, Abel.

We all know.

And who sent a stranger

for me in Nice ? You did.

And so did you.

You're smart, both of you.

You think the odds are against me.

It starts with the driver you look

for, praying to God not to find him.

And it ends with a cousin in Britanny.

I didn't come here to get milk.

See ? You should have listened to me.

We should have left him in Nice.

He hasn't changed a bit.

Mr Chapuis ?

Abel...

What are you doing here ?

You don't know ?

The gunfight, near Menton...

It was you ?

What about Therese ?

Oh... my poor fellow.

Where are your children ?

Well....

I don't know what to do about them.

I can't go on dragging them

with me, I...

They have only me or Child Welfare.

I've thought of finding people

who'd take care of them,

I'd have payed for that but...

if one day, they're asked

questions, it will be a catastrophe.

What do they know ?

When Therese was there, they thought

we were travelling, that was all, but...

that night, on the beach...

And I tried lying to them.

But I couldn't find the words...

Where are they ?

- Over there.

Mr Chapuis is a very nice gentleman.

He's got a sister, Jacqueline, who

will take care of you.

But you must obey her.

You'll live in a very nice house.

Like uncle Ray's.

It's in the country,

there's a garden.

So we won't live in Paris any more ?

No, it's very close.

It's called Arcueil.

You won't be coming with us ?

- I will. but not right now.

But don't worry. You won't be left

alone. And Eric will come often too.

You said I would go to school.

Once there, you can go.

Now, we're going to take

the underground and the bus.

I'll go with you...

- No, stay here.

I live Passage Doisy.

There are two ways in.

Nobody knows my address.

On the 6th floor,

there's a small maid's room.

It is very quiet there.

He's been working

in this museum a long time ?

It's the only work he's done.

Just like my father !

They've been at war together,

wounded together...

and afterwards...

the Navy Museum.

They're yours ?

Yeah !

Shall we go ?

Take this.

I didn't think that one day the kids

would sleep in the same room as I.

When I was their age, I used

to spend my holidays at the Chapuis's

Pull on your side.

Leave it !

I'll finish later.

Thanks.

You know...

Riton and Fargier...

You'd better forget them.

It's done already...

They're dead for me.

You want an alarm clock ?

No, thank you.

I'd rather sleep to the end.

Thanks for everything.

You'll be sleeping here but

downstairs, it's your home...

There are no other rooms here ?

- We've seen it all, commissioner

I can go back to Paris then.

- Mr Benazet ?

Commissioner Blot, Crime Unit.

You've got tenants here ?

- No.

You did have tenants.

Yes.

- Unofficial ?

A father ?

It wouldn't be a problem if it

were an ordinary father...

But it was Abel Davos.

And you knew it, Mr Benazet...

Have you got a jacket ?

Go get it.

Nice is big.

- And Paris is bigger still.

You've been warned.

If you ask questions, I'll lie.

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