The Truth About Charlie

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The queen of Sheba | will soon come crashing down...

Daddy was just a girl in disguise.

Oh.

Excusez-moi, monsieur. | Merci.

- Whoa.

Attendez.

I beg you, please. No!

No! No!

Hercules, darling, | how could you do that to me? | I begged you.

I just couldn't resist. | You couldn't resist it? | I don't believe it!

Oh, Sylvia, | what am I gonna do?

How can I ever | explain it to him?

Well, Regina, | break it gently...

and then soak him | for all he's worth.

Oh, I don't even care | about the money.

All I ever really wanted | was someone...

Excuse me. | Does this belong to you?

Now what's he gone and done?

Well, he was creating | a fairly sophisticated | surveillance system...

behind the ladies' cabanas.

You see? He's completely | out of control.

It's all that | nascent testosterone. | Oh, yeah.

It's the scourge of the planet, | that stuff. Herky, sit.

Thanks for not turning him in.

Oh. You're welcome.

Well...

- See ya. | - Quitter.

What?

Nothing.

You called me a quitter.

You give up awful easy.

Ooh.

Yeah. Hi.

Oh.

I think it's okay to | ask your name now that | we're in another country together.

Regina... Lambert.

Joshua Peters. | Charmed.

I'm gonna ask you something | real quick and make it like | ripping off a Band-Aid, okay?

Ow. Go ahead.

Is there a Mister Regina?

Not for long.

Your ride didn't show?

Yeah. It's par for the course, | I'm afraid.

Well, you need a hand?

Yes. Yes, that would be great.

Thank you.

Merci.

I would invite you in, | but it's not...

I get it. | Nice neighborhood.

Fancy. Well,

I'm off.

It was a pleasure | meeting you, Reggie. | Good luck.

It was really nice | meeting you too.

Oh. Something | to remember me by.

"Caribbean. " | I've just come back | from there, but...

- You'll have to read it and | find out what you've missed.

Maybe next time | you're in Martinique | you'll be single.

- See you around, Reggie.

Pardon.

It's Regina,

but that's okay.

Charles?

Honorine?

Charles.

Charles.

Charlie.

Oh.

Madame Lambert?

This is your husband?

Monsieur Charles Lambert?

Your husband's body was found | next to the train tracks,

just outside of Montpellier.

Were you aware of his departure | from France Thursday?

Charles travels all the time.

His effects included | a one-way airline ticket | from Barcelona...

to Caracas, Venezuela.

Also one to Rio deJaneiro, | Brazil.

Does he know anyone | in Caracas?

In Rio?

Your husband was American?

No. Wait. No.

Charles is Swiss... was Swiss.

His profession?

Art dealer. | Where is his gallery?

He did most of his work | over the telephone, | on the computer.

Okay. Family?

I believe I'm all there is, | Commandant.

He was an orphan... | an only child.

Non, merci.

Charles Lambert...

was a wealthy man?

We live"... lived" quite well.

Why did you | say his name like that?

Is this | your husband's passport?

I believe so.

Yes.

You see? Switzerland.

Swiss.

And this?

- Uh... | - And this?

And this?

Oh!

Perhaps I will have that ciggy.

Forgive me, | but you are married | only three months.

- Is that illegal? | - And your marriage... | a happy one?

I was about to ask | Charles for a divorce,

if you must know. | I see.

How many financial accounts | did you and your husband hold?

Excusez-moi, Commandant.

Why haven't you found the killer yet? | Where are my belongings?

Where is our furniture? | Why is my apartment empty? | Who tore it apart?

Your husband liquidated | the contents of your flat...

through three | reputable auction houses | and cashed the proceeds,

roughly the equivalent | of $1.8 million immediately.

Madame, there is not | a trace of this money | anywhere.

La Direction Centrale | de la PoliceJudiciaire | is confident of this:

When we find the money, | we find the killer.

Search him.

- Ooh!

No. Nothin'.

Okay. The cops don't have it, | and Charlie's clean.

Then who the hell's got it?

One Hermes wallet, | belonging to Charles Lambert,

containing 1,000 French francs,

1,500 deutsche marks, | 300 U.S. dollars, 5,000 pesetas,

50 Caribbean dollars.

The keys to Flat "B,"

12 Rue Desbordes Valmore.

Your residence?

One "trousse de toilette,"

containing the usual items,

including one tube ofTopol, | "the smoker's tooth polish."

Mrs. Lambert? "All?"

Yes. | One letter,

stamped and sealed, | addressed to you.

Addressed to me?

My dear Regina, | today I'm off to Cannes.

Got a lead on | a couple of Renoirs and maybe | a Schnabel and a Basquiat.

Can't wait for your return. | Thought you might be amused | by the enclosed clipping.

Love, Charles. | P.S., the tailor called.

- Your dress is ready. | - Show me the clipping.

There was none included.

We took the liberty | of calling your tailor.

We thought perhaps | we would learn something. | Did you?

Yes. Your dress "is" ready.

His agenda.

Charles Lambert's last day | was busy.

To us, largely meaningless.

It is your right as next of kin | to claim the possessions | of the deceased at this time.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, | et cetera, et cetera. | If you will sign...

Your cooperation today | will be noted.

Noted? | Commandant Dominique,

do you actually believe | I had something to do | with my husband's death?

Madame, I'm sorry,

but professionally,

I'm obliged to accept | that possibility.

Regina?

Joshua.

Your husband. | Reggie, I'm so sorry.

God, you terrified me.

I'm awfully sorry. I... | I saw it on the news tonight.

This is the most horrific | day of my life.

What a nightmare.

I've got to get out of here.

The next thing I know, caution | has obviously been thrown to the winds.

We're at the Portabella | retrospective in Berlin,

visiting his old friends | in Uganda, Sarajevo, Montral.

Impulse marriage | at the Chelsea registry office.

It was... | It was all so exciting...

so promising at first.

Whirlwind romance. | Moved to Paris.

And then...

Then seems like he's | always off on business.

I'm mostly alone | in this huge flat.

And now...

And now...

Now I'm slightly drunk, | I'm afraid.

You're a good listener.

No.

You're a good talker.

Have you ever been in love | in Paris, Joshua?

Uh, I can't say that I've | had that pleasure, Reggie.

Well, | you're still young.

Maybe you still | have a chance.

That'd be nice.

Oh, yes. A bed. | Oh, thank God.

Thank you.

You are welcome.

Sweet dreams then.

What?

I'm gonna crash. | Room 28, second floor, | if you need me.

Oh.

Sleep well, okay?

Oh! Charles's bag.

Wha... Oh.

Sorry. | Good night, Reggie.

It's Regina, you know. | Nobody calls me Reggie.

Nobody at all, huh?

Not till now anyway.

Good.

Merci.

Oui.

Bon soir. | Bon soir.

Bon soir. | Bon soir.

Monsieur? | Hmm? "Oui, madame?"

Je peut vous aidez, Commandant? | For me. | Do something for me.

Okay. I will.

Peut-je avoir votre passeport, | s'il vous plat?

Sure thing. May I ask | what's up here, Commandant?

Monsieur?

And already you're moving her | into your hotel?

Tucking her in at night? | Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Hmm, it's kind of | a damsel in distress thing.

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