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Shall we order?

- Yes.

- S'il vous plat.

I was 13 the first time.

I haven't stopped since.

I fell in love once.

We were 16.

It was summertime.

He was... handsome,

romantic, coming from Paris.

His name was Christian.

I was crazy about him.

I wanted him to take me,

but I was too fast for him.

He was a baby. He didn't know

how to do those things yet.

He was terrible.

He came on me after two seconds.

So I dumped him.

He wrote to me for a year,

but I never wrote back.

I remember once in the fort

we built in the forest,

he asked me to marry him.

It's stupid, I know.

We were just kids but it made me cry.

It was the first time anyone...

I'm sorry. I'm boring you

with my stories.

No. No, go on.

I'm enjoying it.

Go on? With what?

What happened to your eye?

It's nothing.

Some a**hole tried to hit me,

but I fought back.

He was bleeding like a pig.

Nobody better mess with me,

because if they do,

I'll mess with them back.

I suppose you don't want any?

Why not?

Never judge a book

by its cover.

I've done my share of smoking.

- And f***ing?

- Yes.

I was around

in swinging London.

Yeah! My mom already

told me about it.

What did she tell you?

How she met John.

How she seduced him.

How is your book coming?

It's coming.

Although, I must say,

it is quite strange...

to be writing a typically

English story set in London...

while I'm here in this house

in such beautiful weather.

My mom wrote a book too,

but it was never published.

He told her it was awful,

so she burned it.

Well, that's terrible.

Did you read it?

Yeah. I liked it.

It was a bit sentimental,

kind of a Harlequin romance,

but charming.

What was it about exactly?

About her and my father.

It was a love story

with a happy ending.

But what he wants

is blood, sex and money.

That's what you give to him,

isn't it?

Yes.

But I like all that too.

Did your mother

live in this house?

Sometimes. With my father,

especially in the summertime.

But once they were truly separated,

she didn't want to come back anymore.

She went to live in Nice.

Anyway, it's really his house.

- Did she want him to come

and live with her in France?

- Yeah!

She wanted him to leave his wife

and family in London for her.

But John would never do that.

My mother was terrified

to be alone here.

Not me.

I am like you.

Julie?

Julie, are you here?

- Good evening.

- Hello there.

I'd like you to meet a friend

of mine who's come for a drink.

Hello, Madame.

I didn't know you were at Julie's.

I forgot to tell you,

Sarah's a writer friend of my father's.

You didn't tell me you write.

Yeah, mysteries.

So watch your back!

Could you make us a drink, Sarah?

I'll go get some weed in my room.

Sit down, Franck!

Make yourself at home.

- Whiskey?

- Yes.

Thank you.

This time you're serving me.

Got it.

What shall we drink to?

I don't know.

I know. To Sarah's book.

To Sarah's book.

What's it about?

Oh, I never discuss a book

before it's finished.

How about the last one then?

A police investigation in Scotland.

What was it called?

I don't know the French title.

In English it was

"Dorwell Wears a Kilt".

What? What's that mean?

"Dorwell Wears a Kilt."

That's too funny!

Yeah, really, that's bizarre!

I'll leave you two alone now.

- No!

- Please, stay for a while.

Okay.

Come on!

Let's dance!

Sarah?

- Come and dance, Sarah.

- No! No, no.

Please, come on!

This time it's good night.

Good night, Julie.

Sweet dreams!

It's good night for me too.

- Do you want to take a midnight swim?

- Another time. I'm beat.

You would have if she came,

wouldn't you?

Stop it, Julie.

Please stay!

- Come on!

- I'm coming.

Get in!

- Hurry up!

- You promise it's not cold?

Is that all?

Come on. Take it all off!

Whoo!

Missed!

Stop it!

What are you doing?

Cut it out.

Stop it!

- What are you doing?

- Leaving.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Leaving!

Why now?

Why are you leaving?

- Stay!

- Shut up!

- Please stay!

- Get off me!

What is it?

- Why are you closed?

- We won't be open until tonight.

But you're usually open.

I come every day.

Yes. Franck didn't show up this morning.

- Why not?

- Maybe he overslept. He often does.

Perhaps something happened to him?

How should I know?

Excuse me. I've got work to do.

- Did you sleep well?

- No.

Where did this blood come from?

- What blood?

- Here, on the tiles.

Huh?

Oh, right.

That must be mine.

I cut myself earlier.

Oh, yes? And where

did you cut yourself?

Leave me alone!

B*tch.

- I know a Franck Durin.

- Yes.

He lives just outside of town

on the way to Bonnieux.

Thank you.

Do you know if he lives alone?

Franck Durin's a bachelor.

He had a girlfriend, but she's long gone.

Anyone home?

Anyone home?

Yes?

Oh.

Hello, Madame.

I'm looking for your husband.

I need to speak to him.

But I'm not married.

Marcel...

John Bosload's gardener, live here?

Yes. He's my daddy.

Pardon me.

- Is he home?

- No.

He's at the Swiss people's house.

Would you tell him to call me?

- Yes.

- Thank you, Madame.

But maybe I can help you?

- Do you know Julie?

- Yes.

She's pretty.

Do you have her mother's number?

It's important.

Julie's mother is dead.

What?

It was an accident.

- Hello?

- Could I speak to John Bosload, please?

- It's Sarah Morton.

- Okay then.

Please hurry. It's urgent.

- I'm sorry, Miss Morton. John's not available.

- Well, where is he?

- He's gone out.

- Okay, bye.

You came back!

I thought you'd gone!

I thought you'd abandoned me.

But you're here!

You're here! You came back!

Thank you, Mummy!

Maman! Maman! Maman!

Julie! Julie, I'm not your mother!

Julie!

Come here. Shh.

What happened?

Nothing.

You just fainted.

Everything's fine.

Oh, my head hurts.

It's all right.

It'll go away.

- Julie?

- Yeah?

You must tell me the truth.

I need to know.

About Franck?

Yeah.

I think I killed him.

But why?

I don't know.

For you.

For the book.

Hang on.

Stop it!

- What are you doing?

- Leaving.

- Why are you leaving?

- Shut up, and get off my back.

Get off me!

You're such a pain in the ass.

- Are you done?

- Yeah.

Okay, now- No, no. Get out.

Follow me now.

Ready?

You'll have to clean up behind.

- Okay.

- Don't forget.

- Good. You've found them.

- Yeah.

- I'll take this.

- Okay.

Come on. Start digging.

I'm so tired.

Not surprising.

It's tiring to kill a man.

Sarah?

- Sarah!

- What?

Thank you.

All right. That's done.

- I'm going to bed now.

- Sarah?

- There's something you forgot to burn.

- What's that?

Your book.

It could be used as evidence.

Did you read it?

No, but I just can imagine.

Well, stop imagining, huh?

Get yourself to bed.

We got work to do tomorrow.

Listen, I've thought it over.

We have to carry on with our lives

as if nothing has happened.

You should call Marcel and ask him

to come up this afternoon

to do some work.

- Like cut the grass?

- Why not?

It's important for everything

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