The Gazebo Page #2

Oh my God!

Mr Brisebard?

You were here?

What are you doing here?

I was working.

-In that costume?

Didn't you hear me?

-No.

It's very bad. Mrs Grunder

fell into the hole.

What's she doing in my hole?

I need my hole.

Why did she fall in?

What?

I don't understand.

Give her a cognac.

It'll do her well.

Mr Brisebard?

Yes?

-Can I give a tour?

No, we don't give tours.

It's over. Just go.

Go, quickly!

I look like a fool.

-Don't force me to comment.

Good.

Bye, madam.

-Bye, Mr Brisebard.

A bit of cognac.

You forgot Mrs Grunder.

You forgot Mrs Grunder.

She's there.

Look, look.

My cognac...

Come, let's go sleep.

Ah, it's you.

Am I interrupting?

-Lights out.

Listen, I can't see anything.

-We have to.

Where are you?

-Here, under the lamp.

No, under the lamp.

-Ah!

What's with the costume?

-I had a look at the foundation.

We've been thinking the same thing.

I found something wrong with it.

What did you see?

-They made a hole in own my hole.

A hole?

-A hole!

But where?

-In my own hole.

I say.

-And not a small hole.

A big hole.

Big enough for a corpse.

What has come of the world. But who?

-I don't know.

Maybe one of your workers?

-I closed the hole again.

You closed it?

-Yes.

Why?

-Just because.

Which hole?

-The hole he made.

Where?

-In my own hole.

You can't have.

-Yes, and they left the shovel outside.

It'll rust. I'll return it.

-Give it to me.

No, no! We're not going to work now.

Goodnight, sir.

To the gazebo.

-What's that?

To the gazebo.

-It's really beautiful.

To our love.

-Yes, my darling.

Your husband's very happy.

That's because of the gazebo.

My birthday gift to him.

Even better than a tie.

It's a beautiful gazebo.

-They've got taste.

Did you remove the shower curtain?

-What?

The shower curtain. Did you remove it?

-No!

Where is it then?

-Ah, well...

What did you do with it?

-I gave it away.

You gave it away? To whom?

-To a poor person.

A poor person?

-Yes, he came by and... warm clothes...

Warm, and you gave him that?

-Yes.

It was raining and...

-Yes?

I said to myself...

-What did you say to yourself?

I said...

-What did you say?

He could get my coat,

but he was already gone.

What are you saying?

-To the gazebo!

Madam, madam!

-Yes.

The Spanish musicians are here.

That's great entertainment.

You'll see...

Say...

-Careful, damn.

What is it?

A gentleman's asking for you.

-What was that?

A gentleman's asking for you.

No, there, there...

Sir?

-Police inspector Ducros.

Get some champagne for the gentleman.

-No thanks, never when I'm on duty.

It's original, that gazebo.

It's from the Puy-de-Dme and

it's a gazebo.

Aha.

You wanted to talk to me?

-Yes.

Do you know Mr Jo?

Mr who?

-Jo.

Sorry... let me think...

Yes, no, Mr Jo... Thinking...

-Think well.

Let's have a drink.

-Is this your maid?

Yes, police inspector Ducros.

What's so funny?

-It's just like last night.

What happened?

-Nothing, she went to the cinema.

What did you see?

-Sir, shooting somebody.

You go on.

-Tell me...

Did you kill somebody?

-Yes.

Yes?

-Not really, I pretended.

I'm working on a detective story and

I often invite a friend.

He plays the bad guy, so

I can judge the play.

Mr Brisebard, you were right.

It's your shovel.

I have no shovel. What can I...

-It's yours.

I wanted to see you about the hole.

-Which hole?

There is no hole. This is

police inspector Ducros.

Mr Inspector, I don't know

who made this hole.

See? There is a hole.

-There is no hole. He's wrong.

They dance, they jump, no hole.

Look, how beautiful.

I drink to what's underneath.

-What's underneath?

There's nothing!

Yes, French soil!

Ah, long live France.

Long live France!

-Long live the gazebo!

Long live the Puy-de-Dme and

long live peace.

Excuse me.

What did you want to say?

I have a hole in my memory.

-Goodbye.

I'll give you this beautiful

shovel. Goodbye, Inspector.

Go, come on.

Go recite a poem. A poem.

Help me. You.

It was going to last 200 years.

-It's only temporary.

Repair it now.

-I'll be there tomorrow morning.

I'll be there tomorrow morning.

Mr Inspector.

-Mr Brisebard.

About Mr Jo again.

-Mr who?

Mr Jo!

-Yes, of course.

Can I sit down?

-Of course, do sit down.

What is it?

Have my seat.

-Yes.

Comfortable?

-Absolutely.

Perfect. Something's going on.

What happened?

-Mr Jo was a blackmailer.

No.

-Yes.

We found a list of all his

victims, at his place.

No.

-Yes.

That's why I'm here. You're on the list.

-Me?

It's not true.

-Yes, it is.

I thought he must have

contacted you.

Bang, bang, dead.

Tell me, Antoine.

The corpse.

-Hello, sir.

Let him speak.

-I have an idea to hide the corpse.

Is there a corpse?

-No corpse. Champagne but no corpse.

Listen. I thought

it was a good idea.

Who's that? -Barrister Colas.

He doesn't know a thing about theatre.

Your barrister...

You'd better tell me why

you're on Mr Jo's list.

It's a simple routine question.

For now.

Promise me you won't

tell my wife.

I have...

I didn't hear a thing.

-I meant to say...

...that my wife's Granuda's daughter.

-That's impossible.

Granuda, the crook who...

-Yes.

Unbelievable. In 1946?

-1945!

-1946, I know my facts!

Unbelievable.

I can't hear. I don't understand.

-I said that your wife...

...if she's the daughter of Granuda...

if people knew... her career...

Granuda killed many people.

-Yes, four.

No, five.

-Four.

The fifth victim was the train guard.

-I see.

A few years ago, a terrible

person wanted to scare Sylvie.

He wanted to reveal her identity.

There.

I say.

Inspector, the names on that list...

-Yes?

They won't be published, will they?

-Of course not.

They'll remain secret.

-Good.

All, except one.

-Which one?

The one of the murderer.

Whose murderer?

-Mr Jo was murdered last night.

I beg your pardon?

-I have proof, so...

Proof, you have no proof.

-We found him with a hole in his head.

Where?

-On the floor.

But not here.

-No, at his place.

At his place?

-Yes.

Bye bye. Don't worry, you're not a

murderer. You don't have the face.

This is unbelievable.

Who did I bury under the gazebo?

Antoine, where were you?

The guests are already leaving.

Didn't you see Edouard?

-Edouard?

He said he'd be at the party.

He should sleep during the night.

Edouard, my best friend...

I buried my best friend

under the gazebo.

It's really bad.

Hello?

Who's speaking?

-Edouard?

Is it really you?

Is it really you in person?

I'm glad to hear from you!

Adrien thought you'd be

at my party.

You couldn't make it?

Had a car accident?

Very good. Your

car is a wreck?

She's not there?

What's wrong with her?

-Her husband left her...

Did he leave you?

-Yes.

When?

-Tuesday night.

Tuesday night?

-Yes.

We have to find out where he is.

I found him.

He ran off with someone else.

But when?

-Yesterday night.

When?

-Yesterday night, I said.

That's good.

-He...

Bichard!

-What about Bichard?

What happened to Bichard?

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