Confidentially Yours Page #3

It's Marie-Christine Vercel.

Now, you've got to help me.

The bus to Marseilles?

Across the way!

"Le Capitaine" is ahead,

"Mon amour" a length behind.

"Mon Amour", moves up to

the finish line

and wins by a nose.

Do you remember

"Le Capitaine"?

Mme Vercel's lover?

Her "Amour?"

No, "Le Capitaine" isn't a man,

he's a horse...

Same thing for "Mon Amour."

Horse racing!

That's where all her money went.

Here's my bus.

Check into the racing circles!

How dirty!

Don't you realize?

I'm locked in here,

gagged out,

with the phone ringing all day...

and wild rumors spreading

in town.

You meant well

and were trying to help

but it was up to me

to go to Nice.

Helpful or not...

I wouldn't have lifted a finger

if I'd known you were a killer.

What do you mean?

I know now!

in Nice to shadow your wife.

I never left town.

You did it by phone

and didn't tell them your name.

You were suspicious of her.

I might as well tell you:

I always knew you were guilty,

but I went along with you

because I thought it was

an unpremeditated crime of passion.

In reality,

you planned the whole thing

and I find it revolting.

No Barbara, you're right.

You're entitled to the truth.

I'm guilty.

I'm guilty...

just as you said.

But please try to understand me.

You mustn't think I'm a coward.

I'm ready to pay for what I did.

Let's go to the cops.

We'll tell them everything.

You're right, Barbara,

about the man

who wanted her watched.

When we find him,

we'll have the killer.

What's that?

Be careful, Barbara.

What do you want?

I'm just doing my job.

No stray dogs here!

No dogs...

but lots of dead bodies.

You're not fussy, are you?

Working for a killer.

I feel concerned.

I'm worried.

Do you have a picture

of your boss?

Is that all?

Draw it yourself!

Go on, get lost!

Everybody knows

you sleep with him.

You creep!

The coffee's warm.

It's hot, right?

Yes, very.

Is it too hot?

No, it's better when it's hot.

I'll pick it up there.

You listen in.

We'll lift the receiver together.

After the next ring.

Vercel Agency.

So it's true?

I can hardly believe it.

Who is this?

You tramp...

working for a killer.

I didn't know

he'd been indicted.

Don't be a smart ass!

I'm sure you know

where he's hiding.

Why don't you join him, you slut?

You think it's the same woman?

I think I know her. Don't you?

I've no idea.

Watch out!

I'd like to see Mr. Vercel.

He's not here. Can I help you?

I wanted to talk

to him about a chateau.

A chateau...

for a summer camp.

Do you want to rent it, or buy it?

Perhaps an annuity purchase.

It's risky...

You must wait

till the owners are deceased.

But our camp's only open

Even so,

you can't evict the owners.

They're generally elderly.

My vacation camp

is for adolescents.

It's rarely for senior citizens!

Think it over.

I'd like to get going

by next year.

Kids need a bracing climate,

something high up.

We have some nice properties,

between 900 and 1800 feet up.

The ads say

"a step from the ocean."

Do you want the mountains

or the beach?

You seem a little confused.

Isn't this Mr. Vercel's agency?

Can't I speak to him?

He's away at a convention...

the real estate convention.

You deal in real estate?

Does this look like

a grocery store?

I've got work to do.

Why don't you think things over.

Come back some other time.

Alright, I'll be back.

I'll surely be back.

If all our customers

were like that one...

What a creep!

A telex.

"Report from Lablache to Vercel.

"Marie-Christine Beauty Salon

never existed.

"Mme Vercel

is a heavy better at Nice turf.

"Married Julien Vercel

under false name.

"Real identity:
Josiane Kerbel.

"Worked several years as

"so-called "beautician,"

which led to...

"surveillance by Vice Squad.

"Kerbel's murder yesterday

concludes our investigation.

"Signed:
Lablache."

Take it to Clement,

but don't tell him I'm here.

Why worry about him?

After all, he's your lawyer.

Give me my raincoat.

Just look!

Can I run around this way?

Now, I'll lock up and remember:

don't answer the phone.

Unless you call.

How will you know?

We'll make up a code:

let it ring once and hang up.

When you ring again,

I'll answer.

Good idea. So long.

Mr. Clement, please.

He's busy. Would you wait?

There's someone in.

Have a seat.

It won't be long.

If you won't...

I'll go to the police!

It's a scandal!

They were all jealous of him!

My life is over now!

It's all over!

I meant to call you. Come in.

My life is over!

Take a deep breath.

It's awful:

The more you love a person,

the less helpful you are.

Wasn't Mr. Vercel with you

that night?

I drove him home

from the police station.

And you know,

I wanted to ask him

to stay at my house...

but I was embarrassed to.

I didn't.

But Mme Vercel was already dead!

Who knows?

He told me she was still in Nice...

and yet the police officer

saw her suitcase...

one hour earlier in the salon.

Why did Julien lie?

You talk as if he was guilty.

Do you believe that?

No, but to believe

or not to believe

is not the question.

Life isn't a novel.

In a novel,

our friend would be guilty.

By running away, Vercel is acting

as if he were guilty.

What would you do in his place?

If he asked me,

I'd tell him what I'm telling you.

No reason to worry.

Thank God,

we're in France where juries

allow for crimes of passion.

Meanwhile, tell me...

what can I do for you?

I want your advice.

If you know where Vercel is,

can you ask him...

for instructions.

I've kept the agency open

but is that what he wants?

Unfortunately...

I don't know where he is.

If I did,

I'd tell him to surrender.

Only then can I really help him.

If he contacts you, tell him that

and ask him to call me at once.

Come along, please.

What for?

The chief wants to see you.

What were you doing

in Nice last night?

None of your business!

Is that so?

I already know

that at the Garibaldi,

you insisted on having room 813,

the very one Mme Vercel

had just vacated.

Mr. Vercel...

asked me for some information

on his wife's trip to Nice.

But we both thought she was alive.

At least, I thought so.

But never mind.

I gather you also know

that 3 days ago,

the Lablache agency

got instructions

to check Mme Vercel's past.

When you're about to kill someone,

you don't consult a private eye.

Why not try to find out

who called the agency in Nice?

I'd be on top of things...

if I'd kept your boss locked up.

I had the right to detain him.

Don't leave town

without my permission.

We're in charge.

And if your murdering boss...

He's innocent!

You're really stubborn!

How can I convince you we're dealing

with a dangerous paranoid?

Impressive, aren't they?

Mme Vercel...

Massoulier's car as we found it.

Look at the door.

Now see these fingerprints,

the fingers of Vercel's right hand.

It's very simple.

As I was leaving,

I saw a car with the lights on.

To be helpful, I put them out

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