Good Neighbours Page #4

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"Why" is boring, and it's the wrong question

- It is?

- It is.

And it's beneath you

- So what's the right question?

- What's next?

Do you ever like dancing?

- No.

But I always like watching

- Oh, so then you like this

- I've seen better

- Not recently though, huh?

- You suck.

No tip unless you feel me up again

- Ah, you're really leaving?

- Yeah, bye.

- I'm gonna miss my f***ing train, Louise.

- I have the flu, Nathalie!

Hey babe. I came home early

- Louise?

- Take it down a notch, Vic.

- Hey, this is Louise, leave a message

- Hey Louise, it's me, Victor.

I stopped by the restaurant but

I guess you took off early

which is smart 'cause it's really

really cold out there, so...

OK. I hope you're keeping warm.

Call me. Bye.

- Please no!

- God, that's so disgusting

I don't know how people do this

- F*** it

- Hi

- Hi

- Can you help me up?

- What?

- Give me a boost

- Ah, sure. Yeah, yeah

- Oh, sh*t

- Thanks

- F***, f***, f***, f***, f***, f***

- Son of a b*tch

Hey

- Oh, hi

- You, you good? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever

- Two days

- Good morning

- Morning

- Morning

- Quite the bru-ha-ha down there

- Yeah, what's going on there exactly?

- You tell me

- Madame Gauthier

- Oh, it's terrible.

It's just terrible.

I've never seen anything more gruesome,

in my whole life.

Including on the TV.

- What happened?

Valrie.

She was murdered

- Where were you last Tuesday night?

- I was here?

- All night?

- Oh, no. That's right. Tuesday night,

it was my Knight's game night.

It must have slipped my mind

- Where you alone?

- Uh, yes. I was alone

- No one came by?

- Nope. No one came by

- You know, the land lady, uh...

She tells us that you are friends with the

lady upstairs and the gentleman above her?

- Did she?

- Yeah

- Ah, well friendly I would say.

I think friends would be a bit of an exaggeration

- I see

- So, I guess... They can't verify anything you've said

- No, I guess not

Was that the night, the night

Valrie died. Last Tuesday?

- How well did you know her?

- Not well

- Enough that you could recognize her face?

- Enough to recognize her voice. She was very fond

of screaming at her husband from the balcony

- You ever been in her apartment?

- Ah, never. No

- Know any of her friends?

Sorry fellas, I just, I don't know. I don't

think I am going to be very helpful here

- My card, Monsieur

- Roland.

That's a great name

- My cellular number is on the back

- There it is. OK.

Best of luck, you guys

- I guess we can cross him off, huh?

- We cannot!

- Really?

- Never make assumptions.

Let me see your notebook.

- Man, you got terrible handwriting

- This is that girl's apartment.

The one from the Chinese restaurant.

She's probably at work

- Right, right

- Sorry

- Thank you Mr. Spiegelman

- Sure thing, sure thing

Where were you last Tuesday evening?

- Here in my apartment

- All night?

- Yeah, there was a snow storm that night.

No, no, no maybe there wasn't.

It seems like it snows all the time

- Were you alone?

- Yeah

- No, no, no.

My fiance was here with me.

Louise

- Wait, is that the girl from downstairs?

- Yeah, Louise

Yeah, it was part of the night.

No, well. Yeah, I would say it

was most of it actually.

And Balthazar, my cat.

The three of us.

Maybe I shouldn't say

anything about the cats,

but you probably already

heard about that stuff.

It's just that Madame Gauthier loves to gossip and,

and, Valrie and Louise, and the cats...

That whole thing has been a bit of a real,

kind of, hot topic, as of late.

But you probably already know about that stuff

- Pretend I don't

- So, Louise, right?

- Yeah

- Where were you last Tuesday night?

- Home

- Alone? - Yeah

- All night? - Yeah

- I came home from work, I fed

the cat, took a bath, went to sleep.

Like most nights

- OK

You didn't see anybody? I don't know,

maybe somebody else in the building? - No

- How well did you know Valrie?

- Not well

How would you characterize your relationship with her?

- Vaguely

- How would you characterize her

relationship with your cats?

- I'm awfully sorry for your loss.

I understand that you had a very special bond with

Mozart and Tia Maria?

- I did

- Louise, telephone

- Excuse me

- I think you should come by my place

for a drink when you get off work today.

We have things to discuss

- OK

Listen mom, I am right in the middle of something

with the cops right now but that sounds fine

- Don't say anything you don't need to

- Bye, mom

Sorry about that.

So, what where you asking me again?

Oh right, my cats.

Yes.

She hated them.

She probably killed them.

But I mean, who cares, right?

They're just cats

- So where to now,

back to the lab, or?

- No, I think we have to go back to that apartment.

Something's going on with these people

- Just let me feed Balthazar

- I told them almost everything.

I was just so nervous.

Louise, I couldn't stop talking.

I told them about you and Valrie and the cats

and I told them about us

- What do you mean?

- I told them that... oh sh*t.

I should of told you too. I'm such an idiot

- What did you tell them, Victor?

- I told them that you and

I were engaged and that

you spent the night of

the murder here with me.

But that's not the worst thing.

The worst thing is I know who killed

Valrie and nobody will believe me

- So, what did you want to talk about, mom?

- So, I think we have a common problem, Louise

- We have?

I know that you have a problem, Spencer.

But I didn't realize that I did

- Oh, you didn't?

Was that big cop, the one that

questioned you about Johanne?

- Suddenly you remember her name?

- And he questioned you again today,

didn't he. About Valrie?

- That's so odd that you remember Johanne

Yes, it was the same cop.

- Well, I think I have a solution

- And here I am still

unclear on the problem

- Louise, I know we haven't had a chance

to chat properly since last Tuesday,

but I think you're a smart person.

I really do.

And I like to think that you

think that I'm a smart person.

Now do you wanna keep f***ing around,

or do you wanna hear my solution?

- Sure

- Victor

- Victor?

- Victor

- Spencer

I saw him, walking outside that night.

And I would have thought that my eyes

were playing tricks on me.

But stupid Jean-Marc kept saying

he thought he saw someone

crawling into Spencer's window when they

were here for that Christmas visit

- OK, so he saw Spencer walking.

That means he's getting better

- No. It means so much more than that.

- Oh, Louise. You always want to

see the best in people, don't you?

- I guess so

- Spencer killed Valrie.

And that's not all...

- You think...

- No, I know.

It makes perfect sense.

He's a killer.

Spencer

He's the NDG serial killer.

- What does Victor have

to do with any of this?

- Nothing. That's why he's

the perfect fall guy.

- Just moved back to town.

He's lonely, he's sad.

We can pin Valrie's murder on him and

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