Confidentially Yours

Oh, it's you?

- Going that way?

- Over there!

- Too bad!

- That's life!

Hello, Mme Vercel.

Put Julien on!

Your husband's out hunting.

He's not back yet.

Then, you'll do.

Go to my bank

and get me a checkbook.

Mail it to room 813,

Hotel Garibaldi, Nice.

I can't leave now.

I'm alone here.

And I'd need your signature.

Don't quibble with me!

Remember, last time

the manager turned me down:

he told me to get lost.

What nerve!

I'll tell my husband.

Go ahead. He's on his way in.

It's Mme Vercel. Hurry.

I hope you can hear her. Sounds

like trumpets in the background.

And your wife's rather

overwrought.

It does sound like trumpets.

Marie-Christine?

Come on, don't be so uptight.

You must stay in Nice?

I'll send it.

But don't be so nasty

to my secretary.

Stop saying "that girl".

Her name's Barbara.

Lost?

If she said that,

you were right.

Why did you insult my wife?

You told her to get lost.

No, I didn't!

She's high-strung,

but she doesn't lie.

Yes, she did!

She got along well

with my former secretary.

Listen, Mr. Vercel,

why not let your wife pick

your next secretary?

My next one

will start in a month.

"Le Provencal?"

The Want Ads section, please.

I'm looking for

a skilled secretary.

She has to be fluent in English.

A month from now.

Yes, references required.

Marital status? Irrelevant.

Get yourself an orphan.

They're used to being abused!

Mr. Vercel, please.

Inspector Santelli to see you.

Detective Jambrau.

How was the hunting today?

I didn't hit anything.

I don't know why I bother.

I'm fed up.

Notice anything unusual?

No...

I heard two odd shots.

The second

as if to kill off a duck.

But there was no duck.

There was no duck

but there was a hunter

whose head was shattered to bits.

Massoulier?

- Is he dead?

- How did you know it was him?

I didn't mention his name.

I recognized his car

as I was leaving. It's odd...

he was a crack shot.

Maybe a suicide.

He wouldn't commit suicide, chief.

His brother's a priest.

It doesn't mean anything.

Do you mind

if I leave early tonight?

Even if you mind, I don't care.

According to union rules...

I can take 2 hours off

to look for a new job.

Vercel real estate!

You sound like an angel...

but you killed Massoulier.

You'll pay for it!

It's me again.

It's very rude to hang up.

Hello. Don't hang up again.

No, madame. Wait a minute...

Just let me lower the TV.

Ok, I'm listening.

You're a murderer.

You killed Massoulier

because you were jealous.

He was your wife's lover,

one of many...

Madame, I could sue you.

It was jealousy.

I know all about jealousy.

It's agony.

She slept with anyone

and tutti quanti.

Ask her about the silver dining set

that you got as a wedding present.

Who are you?

If I were you, I'd kill myself.

If she's so virtuous,

ask her what she did

with the silver dining set.

Who are you?

If I were you, I'd kill myself.

"Me hate him?

"Oh no! You're all wrong.

"I've admired him all along.

"He's a head taller

than the others.

"Brave, yet gentle.

Noble and proud. Berard!

"He rides past,

his head unbowed."

"He is charming."

"Such a man must be..."

"Refined."

"His eyes reflect his great heart.

"A great heart!"

"Tremendous!"

- "Gallant!"

- "Brave!"

"And yet, kind!"

"Tender."

- "Generous!"

- "Wonderful!"

"I like him!"

"His height is extraordinary!"

"His brow! His eyes! His nose!"

"If she keeps on praising me,

I'm ruined."

Not bad.

But if the king isn't funnier...

I'll play the part myself.

Let's go on to Blanche

and the jester, Triboulet.

- Where's Triboulet?

- He's not here.

Bertrand's always late.

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

Well, he's your ex-husband.

Does he know we're rehearsing?

Cut it out!

We've been divorced for a year.

I'm not his custodian.

Why not call his paper?

We're wasting time.

Let's look at the wardrobe.

Hello, Mme Vercel.

You'll wake all the neighbors.

Come on,

it's none of our business.

I know all about jealousy.

It's agony.

She slept with anyone

and tutti quanti.

I admit it.

I was Massoulier's mistress...

but it's ancient history.

He's dead and so what?

He was a bastard

and a lousy lover.

Leave me alone!

I've nothing to say to you.

Open the door.

I'm scared of you.

Don't be ridiculous!

You won't hit me?

Have I ever hit you?

There's no need

for you to be afraid.

You know I never get angry.

I don't understand anger.

I don't understand arguments.

If someone disappoints me,

I lower the iron curtain.

You're reading the paper?

Is it interesting?

I'm speaking calmly...

and regretfully, but I mean it:

We must get a divorce.

Nothing to say?

I don't hear you.

I'm reading the paper.

I'm reading it for you.

Don't talk.

Look at me.

Wait...

Wait awhile.

I'm waiting for you, Julien.

Don't tell them I'm here.

Inspector Santelli

wants to see you.

We met today.

He wants to see you again.

Did you know Massoulier

was going hunting today?

Certainly not.

But you recognized his car.

I told you I saw it

only as I was leaving.

What shot pellets go in this gun?

I'd say three.

Nowadays no one uses six but me.

This is Massoulier's gun:

But Massoulier was killed

by two number six shots.

Is that why I'm here?

No.

It's to show you this.

The 6 shot pellets I bought.

I told you myself I use 6!

You also told me

you were the only one to use 6!

You must be kidding!

Look here Vercel...

I may be younger than you,

but I'm not intimidated!

It's going to be a long night.

Tomorrow too.

Then, I'll call my lawyer.

I can detain you for 48 hours

without a lawyer.

Who is your lawyer?

Mr. Clement.

Go ahead, then.

I won't answer any question

till he gets here.

You won't get a peep out of me...

not even the right time!

Good evening, Mr. Clement.

Bring in two chairs

and some sandwiches.

Massoulier's been killed.

I know.

These idiots suspect me.

They want to detain me.

It's their right, but...

I think I was denounced.

Not exactly, but accused

by a loony anonymous phone caller.

- Did you tell them?

- Not yet.

What do you want here?

One day,

I'll find you in my bedroom.

We'll see this with Mme Santelli.

Listen to me...

You two, come here.

No conspiracies.

Sit down.

- Commissaire Santelli?

- What is it now?

He's an Albanian.

She's his interpreter.

They insisted on seeing you.

I want to live here,

in this country.

I don't want to be sent back.

He wants political asylum here,

Inspector.

Political asylum at 11 p.m.!

I'll see what I can do.

You kept us waiting!

I know, I'm sorry. Killings

don't happen everyday in this town.

Massoulier died this morning.

Neither a suicide nor an accident.

He was hot pointblank

in the head.

They've got a prime suspect.

When they went to get him...

Vercel was about to flee.

Julien Vercel.

- Is he arrested?

- No, detained!

Do you feel better?

Yes, thanks to you.

But why does that cop

go on and on

about being younger than I am?

That's to overcome his timidity.

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