Confidentially Yours Page #2

But he's no fool.

I doubt the killer

is a local resident.

What about those phone calls?

Just another maniac.

Listen Clement,

I'm sure my wife

was Massoulier's mistress.

You've got no proof.

I can't believe it.

It's true.

I'm considering a divorce.

No, not now!

It would look bad.

Have you told your wife?

No, she's in Nice.

She's coming back tomorrow.

Then wait.

You may work things out.

The word "divorce" is ugly.

Both the word and the act!

If things reach that stage...

I'd feel wretched...

really wretched.

Here we are.

Thank you for everything.

Come in for a drink.

No, thanks.

My daughter's feverish.

I want to make sure she's okay.

Don't worry.

Calm down and get some sleep.

"You're so kind, father."

"Are you not my own flesh

and blood?"

I'm fed up:

Bertrand keeps on pawing me!

Old Hugo didn't mind

a little incest.

"How can we stage out play...

If she won't meet me half way?"

Your attitude isn't professional.

We're not professionals.

We're amateurs!

We play for fun and charity.

Who decided Bertrand

would play Triboulet?

We're wasting time.

Let's start all over.

You come in when you hear:

"Here she comes".

Help me move the door.

I've got to leave town.

Can you manage the agency?

Make up your mind:

you fire me and now I'm promoted.

I'm in trouble.

I can't force you to help me.

What do you want me to do?

I'll explain.

"Heavens,

I'm terribly impatient.

"But I hear her footsteps.

Here she comes."

"Two bells chime."

"Heavens,

I'm terribly impatient.

"But I hear her footsteps.

Here she comes."

Put the lights out.

What's wrong?

The police let you go.

Only because they had to.

I must go to Nice...

to find out what

my wife was doing there.

To find out...

whom she was meeting,

everything.

If there was someone

besides Massoulier.

I must tell you something:

Massoulier was my wife's lover!

I know it,

but it's none of my business.

Where's the gun that was here?

In my pocket.

Oh, no!

It's crazy for you to run away,

but if it's to kill your wife,

I won't let you.

I'm not going to kill her...

she's already dead!

What?

She was killed

in our house this evening...

but I didn't do it.

Do you believe me?

It's hard to believe...

She came home at 7 p.m.

We had a big fight.

Then, this fool,

Santelli's assistant,

took me back to the police station.

I was very upset

but they allowed my lawyer

to come over.

He drove me home.

When he asked when my wife

was coming back, I lied...

and said she'd be back in 2 days.

Because of that stupid lie,

I couldn't ask him to help me.

My daughter's feverish.

I want to make sure she's okay.

Don't worry.

Calm down and get some sleep.

Do you believe me now?

- Would the cops believe me?

- No.

I have no choice.

I must dig

into Marie-Christine's past.

I must investigate in Nice

where she ran a beauty salon.

I've got to run.

No, you can't drive

in your condition.

I'll make you some coffee

or you'll fall asleep.

I'm much too keyed up

to fall asleep at the wheel.

Let me give you my opinion.

I think you should turn yourself in

as a temporary prisoner.

"A temporary prisoner!"

And I'll go to Nice

to investigate for you.

I know Nice very well.

I went to business school there.

It was the best school

for the Prevost-Delaunay system.

It was on Plaza Albert Ist.

I guess that's not very exciting.

Here's the coffee.

Damn it!

POLICE STATION:

Is "rue des Entrepreneurs"

on the way?

To the Garibaldi? It's not far.

Then, let's go:

It's a nightclub!

It wasn't a beauty salon?

It's been

the "Red Angel" for years.

If I were you,

I wouldn't set foot in there.

What do you mean?

You may not believe me,

but if you come in,

I won't wait for you.

It's Louison's joint.

- Who is she?

- I don't know...

but I don't want trouble.

Make up your mind:

You stay

or we go on but I'm leaving.

Okay, on to the Garibaldi.

A room for the night.

Have you reserved?

Mme Vercel recommended

her room to me.

Mme Vercel.

She was in room 813,

but it isn't ready.

You can have room 811, next door.

Fine.

Where's your luggage?

It'll be here tomorrow.

But you wanted a room

for one night.

Yes. My luggage will get here

in time for my departure.

Just a minute, please.

Shall I pay in advance?

No, it's alright.

Germaine!

Come here!

You must help me out.

Right now?

It's embarrassing.

Don't tell anybody:

My trick can only make it...

if I'm a maid.

Is he the tax man?

So you must lend me your apron.

- What about me?

- I'll give it back.

Leave it on my shelf when you go.

May I help?

I need a savonette.

No problem. Just ask.

I've got a hunch

you know you way around. Right?

Tell me about her.

I never saw this dame before.

The woman in the panther coat...

She was here this morning.

Was she alone?

Yes, always by herself.

No visitors?

Never...

I bet I know:

The man with her

is your husband, right?

No, he's my brother.

Since room 813 is ready,

can I stay here?

It's alright with me.

I'll just tell the desk.

What's going on?

It's a mistake.

I'm in the wrong room.

I won't let you leave!

Don't run away!

- Who are you?

- Let me go!

Who are you?

What did you do in my room?

LABLACHE DETECTIVE AGENCY

I was wrong to let Vercel go.

I should have kept him here.

But you were with him.

I left him at his house.

He didn't tell me

his wife was back.

I'm sure

he can explain everything.

Chief, a call from Nice.

Nice airport.

Nice airport.

Stop your search.

We've located his car.

He's flown the coop!

Good morning.

Mr. Lablache, please.

He's in conference.

Remember, gentlemen:

Our job is 10% inspiration

and 90% transpiration.

Mr. Lablache?

Let me show you something.

It's the woman I told you about.

Leave us alone.

Put this on.

They won't recognize you.

I'll be frank with you,

I get the picture.

I know about

the incident last night.

The man is a beginner here.

He's not good at shadowing jobs

so we gave him an investigation.

End of story.

- Coffee?

- No, thanks.

We both know

that private detectives

have no right to break and enter.

If I report this to the police,

you'll be in trouble.

I have a hunch

you won't go to the police.

Don't bet on it!

Normally, 9 persons out of 10

would have complained

to the hotel management.

But you came straight here.

What do you want?

My apologies?

I apologize most sincerely.

I direct the most

reputable agency in Nice.

A client requested

a report on a woman.

Yesterday, she was

in room 813 at the Garibaldi.

We didn't know

she'd checked out.

I accept your apologies...

but I want to know

the name of your client.

Even if I knew it. No way!

But in this case,

he didn't give his name.

He calls us when he wants news.

Do you think it was one

of her lovers?

In the past 25 years,

I've learned one thing:

It's never the lover who has

a woman shadowed, it's her husband!

In that case,

tell me her name...

the name of the woman

in room 813.

I'm sorry, but I can't tell you.

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