Red Lights Page #4
Did she threaten to do that?
She said she'd leave in the car.
Why didn't she?
I'd taken the keys with me.
She didn't say she'd leave anyway?
You sure?
No mention of a train?
Mr. Dunan, does your wife
have a habit of disappearing?
Did you have a violent row before?
Just a few words.
Did she mention divorce?
I had one drink too many.
It's not grounds for divorce!
When you realized your wife was gone,
what did you do?
I went to Tours station.
How long do you think
you were in the bar?
Ten minutes, maybe 20.
I tried to leave,
but a guy bought me a drink.
You return the favor?
No, but he wouldn't let me go.
Think she could've got to Tours
on foot?
or she called a taxi.
She did call a taxi.
And the taxi driver,
said a gray Rover with Paris plates
roared off. Was it you?
- Did you?
It left Sainte Maure 20 minutes
before I arrived. I gave up.
What did you do?
Mr. Dunan, what did you do?
I went into the bar across the street.
Did you notice anyone
in particular there?
You didn't strike up a conversation
as in the previous bar?
No, I just had a drink.
Very well.
I'll go get us something to drink.
Coffee or something else?
- I wouldn't mind.
- What?
Coffee.
Christophe Mantana...
He broke out of Le Mans prison.
He was found dead by the D35.
A car seems to have run over him
several times.
Witnesses sighted Mantana in the bar
after the train left Sainte Maure station.
After Sainte Maure,
we lose track of him.
He must've met some trusting soul
who gave him a lift.
But this time Mantana met a man
who didn't want to wind up
as road kill.
Other witnesses say Mantana was
at Tours station before the train left.
He followed your wife aboard.
The train was virtually empty.
He could attack her without being seen.
He got off after taking
her jewelry and purse contents.
We'll know in a few days,
Why DNA tests?
It wasn't just to rob her
that he attacked your wife.
The doctor will examine
your wife again at 7
and tell you if you can see her.
That gives you time
to go into Chtellerault
and find a hotel for the night.
Are you in shape to drive?
- What time is it?
- 6:
30 p.m.You sure?
Clara, this is Daddy.
- Is Mommy okay?
- Mommy's fine.
She gets out of the hospital tomorrow.
For sure?
Yes, I promise. Don't worry.
Will you really be here tomorrow?
C'mon, honey, don't cry.
Everything's fine.
If you cry, I'll cry, too.
Yes, Daddy.
We're thinking of you very hard.
We send our love, we love you.
- Mommy, too?
- Mommy, too.
See you tomorrow.
Is that Mr. Dunan?
Are you Mrs. Dunan's husband?
Barring complications,
she can leave tomorrow morning.
Her head wound isn't a pretty sight,
but it'll heal fast.
The hardest part in her case
will be psychological.
It'll take time for her
to feel normal again.
She said you have kids?
Yes, two.
- How old?
- 8 and 10.
- Boy? Girl?
- One of each.
Her pregnancies weren't difficult?
No complications, no miscarriages?
She's awake. Let's go see her.
Take a seat.
Can you come out a minute?
It's past visiting hours.
Make sure he stays no more
than 20 min.
The nurse will come for you.
Don't stay more than 20 min.
and don't let her talk too much.
All right?
Your wife's waiting to see you.
Don't say anything.
The nurse wanted to make me up.
I said no.
I don't look too awful?
Not at all.
I was afraid you'd hate me.
Why?
It's all my fault.
I have to tell you something.
Do you know when
I started to lie last night?
We hadn't even left.
I told you I'd had a beer, but no.
I'd had three.
When you were in the shower,
I said I'd get gas.
It wasn't true, either.
I had a scotch.
I kept going all night.
I wanted to feel strong.
Completely free.
You hated me.
I took it all out on you,
on us,
on the children even.
With a drunkard's rage, I tried
to debase everything
and I kept going all night.
Until I wound up this morning
on the roadside
Did you have an accident?
You're shaking.
In just a few hours,
Be quiet.
And I'm afraid.
Afraid nothing will ever be the same...
That each time the memory of...
When we're happy,
we don't pay attention.
The four of us were happy, right?
Please stop.
I want us to leave here tomorrow
and go get the kids together.
Antoine, I want to live with you.
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