Confidentially Yours Page #5

When I started in business,

whenever a customer hesitated...

I'd bring him here

to convince him.

Behind those little lights,

there are all sorts of people:

watching TV, night shifts,

sleeping children...

and our killer,

who'll be sore as hell

when the cops pick him up.

No, let me drive.

Why did you kiss me?

There are no cops around.

Who knows!

Another riddle.

Just browsing?

I'll pay, but it's not worth it.

What do they say?

Almost nothing.

"Inquest in double murder

at a standstill."

It's awful!

We didn't dream it.

There's another possibility:

the guy we slugged is a big shot

and the cops want

the whole network.

What's that?

It's for Massoulier's funeral.

For today?

You've got to go, Barbara.

We can't afford to neglect a lead.

Not this!

I won't stand it!

Take that wreath away!

We are gathered

to accompany Jacques Massoulier

to his last home.

The mass for his eternal soul

will be offered

by his brother,

Father Claude Massoulier.

"May the peace of Our Lord

be with one and all

forever and ever."

I wonder who invented you!

Who said the priest looked

like a killer?

He was investigating on his own.

It was his right.

We're doing the same thing!

I was wrong to go by looks.

To go by looks!

Even while I was fighting him,

I thought he looked like

a nice guy!

Naturally,

with your imagination...

you figure the real killer

looks like a priest.

I'm here for the secretarial job.

The ad in "Le Provencal".

Oh, the ad! Well,

things have happened since then.

You got someone?

No, the job is open.

Well, it should be.

May I see the director?

Mr. Vercel is out of town.

For how long?

Don't you read the papers?

No, the ink smears.

I hate dirty fingers.

Are you a secretary?

I do what I'm told.

You take stenography?

Those pencil notes?

Is it really necessary?

It comes in handy.

Can you type?

How fast?

I type, but I'm no speed demon.

I type with one finger.

Only one finger?

This one.

It's enough.

Let me show you.

Fantastic!

And you're a blonde.

Yes, I am. So what?

It's an asset.

Mr. Vercel hates brunettes.

In fact, he fired me.

I'm leaving.

Maybe he has other reasons.

He may want

to rejuvenate his staff!

Thanks, I feel better.

It's a pity Mr. Vercel's away.

He'd be very interested in you.

I'll leave you my phone number.

He can call me.

Almost 4 p.m.

I've got to run.

A bill, another one...

publicity... Ah!

What is it?

Nothing. An anonymous letter.

Let's see.

- It's for me.

- I want to see it.

"You little intriguer, why don't

you mind your own business?"

See, "little intriguer".

When I say it,

you don't believe me.

We're not getting anywhere.

All we've done in 3 days

is to bash a priest...

and to get anonymous filth.

Do you want to turn yourself in?

Never! I'd rather die.

But we've got no more leads.

I've got a lead.

It's the "Red Angel."

First...

The Eden is

a crummy movie house

that conceals a chain of cabarets.

Second...

The cabarets conceal

a prostitution ring.

When a hooker

is arrested,

she's released within the hour.

Because her working card says

she's a hostess

for "The Red Angel."

Thanks to Louison...

I'll bore from within.

What does Louison do?

The oldest profession in the world.

You know her?

Almost.

But thanks to her...

we'll find out what

Paula Delbeque won't tell us.

Do I look plausible?

Plausible as what?

That's all I wanted to know.

Got a light?

Do you wear pantyhose?

No, stockings.

Then, let's go up.

No way!

Why not?

It's your mustache.

I can't stand it.

Try another girl.

Who is she?

She turned me down.

Hear that?

The new one picks her johns.

I'll handle her.

This is our beat.

Louison told me to work here.

Let's find out.

Right, let's go ask Louison.

Let's go.

What do you plan to do

about the lights?

You getting cold feet?

Because customers...

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

You're not supposed

to come inside.

There's a mix-up.

She says you hired her.

We'd never hire a brunette.

They don't make enough

to buy new shoes.

She says Louison hired her.

You know Louison?

Yes, I know her.

You know her?

I know her and she knows me.

Where did you meet?

In Nice. I worked there.

She suggested I come...

and work for her here.

Louison said that?

Yes, she did.

Louison, a visitor!

What is it?

This broad says you hired her.

Have we met?

I didn't hire her.

I don't know you.

And she thought

you were a dame.

Me, a dame?

I've been called

lots of things, but till now...

no one's ever called me a dame!

The things you hear...

"DELBEQUE-MASSOULIER, INC."

Do you have a cigarette?

A light?

You want me to puff it for you?

Beat it!

Wait till we're alone.

Hey, you!

You can't hang around here.

On your way!

Go on to Marseilles.

There's lots of work there.

...And the platform goes down.

The platform goes down

and the girls up!

You feel better?

No hard feelings?

No, you were right.

I was wrong.

But I'm scarred...

so I only get 100 Frs.

That's less income...

so you'll have to work more.

Thank you.

But I've got no right to accept it.

Since when are you so virtuous?

Get me Louison.

I'll get my brother.

It's Paula!

Coming.

He's coming to see you.

No kidding!

Are you sure?

Yes.

Let me take this call upstairs.

Hold on.

OK.

I've got the letters.

He'll have to pay.

- What will you do?

- Don't worry,

I won't mention you.

It'll soon be over.

Oh, it's you? Come in.

They were well hidden.

I looked all over.

You can stop worrying.

You know where I found them?

They were in a shoe box!

How about a bonus?

I kept a few.

Who was it?

Tell me his name.

It was a man?

Warn Paula...

Hurry!

I must see Mr. Clement.

He's usually here at this time,

but today he's out.

It's strange, he didn't call.

You can wait here.

BEAUTY SALON TO REN

I'll wait in his office.

Is the boss back?

It's the dame from

the Vercel agency. She's nervy!

She crashed his office.

- You let her?

- She just bolted past me!

Hello?

What happened?

One:
Massoulier.

Two:
Vercel's wife.

Three:
The Eden cashier.

Bodies right and left.

Make up your mind.

Are you with us or against us?

And now, a third murder.

Following the shooting

of Jacques Massoulier...

and the killing

of Marie-Christine Vercel...

the latest victim is

the cashier of the Eden...

stabbed to death an hour ago

in the darkened cinema.

The circumstantial evidence

points to Julien Vercel...

who disappeared 3 days ago.

A city-wide search

is under way for Vercel.

The police blocked

all the city exists.

The killer's arrest is imminent.

- Mr. Clement, please.

- Hold on.

I've got to see you right away.

Did you hear the radio?

This is goodbye.

Thanks for everything.

You did your best.

You meant well.

I've got to go now.

To the police?

No, I'm going to see my lawyer.

You're made!

There are roadblocks all over.

I'll go by the sea.

My lawyer set it up.

Please,

listen to me...

don't leave.

I know what I'm doing.

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