Bless, O Lord, this food
and those who made it,
and give bread to the hungry.
Put it on the table. We're simple folk.
What treat have you cooked, Denise ?
Mr. Mons asked for sardines and eggs.
Sounds poisonously devout!
The secretary call?
Vero! Elbows on the table!
Four people to see you, Mr. Mons.
No!
You go, Helene.
What can I tell them? They want you.
I want a drink, dammit!
Sorry to bother you,
but a theater group in town is scheduled...
in 8 and a half hours... to put on a play...
So?
So this masterpiece has an outrageous title...
"OUR FATHER WHO FARTS IN HEAVEN"
Go on.
Shit!
As you say...
The play's on tour.
Except where it's closed by decent city officials.
It seems the play is revolting.
I can't ask you in now.
It can be stopped if you lend us your support.
Give me a few minutes.
I'll be at the church at 2 p.m.
He's coming!
blasphemy!
Performance canceled for reasons of blasphemy.
A naked man!
PIG
Sgt. Marcel Vigouroux, from Dinan.
A local man? You don't have a local accent.
I was transferred from the south.
You too, eh!
I was in Normandy.
I was moved:
a big to-do about a washbasin.
I'm not sorry. I like this area.
We're near the sea.
Lots of iodine in the air.
How deep was the wound?
7 inches, perpendicular to the abdomen,
pierced peritoneum, external bleeding.
He wasn't killed on the beach. He bled before that.
What a mess.
Naked all night, he had pneumonia, too.
The least of his worries!
Did you know Raoul Mons?
By name. Through his books.
He was also active in the National Theater.
And the family?
Very Catholic, like him.
Plenty of dough.
The wife's brother lives with them. Weird guy.
He identified the body.
The widow?
Good-looking. Younger: 40 at most.
Lots of class, as they say.
Very good!
But you don't know who...
If we did, we wouldn't have bothered you!
Police rivalry!
That's no problem here.
You got me a room?
In Dinan, 5 minutes from our station.
That's the Mons house.
We'll visit at the late Raoul's.
Who'd you say she was?
Helene Mons, his wife.
I'll be damned!
Jean!
Helene!
I'll be outside if you need me.
Blond hair suits you.
Alright, come clean!
Where were you?
In Switzerland.
Alone?
Yes, alone.
You could've told me.
20 years of silence made a big hole in my life.
I couldn't.
So you're a cop!
Yes, I'm a cop.
I began as an amateur, looking for you,
and went on from there.
You can boast of launching my brilliant career.
Coming?
To think that you didn't marry me,
and now I'm hunting your husband's killer...
My second husband.
Your second?
My daughter's father died, too.
Looks like I had a narrow escape!
My senses haven't deceived me! Can it be?
My past is catching up to me!
Is he still here?
Come to my arms, dear friend.
How you've aged! I thought you were your father!
Whereas you're well preserved... for your age.
Life has been kind to me.
Thanks to my sister, I may still be young at 50.
You haul him around with you?
I put up with her two marriages,
her two widowhoods.
Only 3 things really count to me: her,
my niece and my Jaguar.
You've a daughter!
I wanted one too.
Remember? I even found a name for her.
That's what I named mine.
Thank you, Denise.
She's Spanish?
No, but she's illegal!
My dear, here's an old family friend,
Jean Lavardin, ex-thug, now a cop.
Jean's investigating Raoul's death.
Ask Denise for something to eat. We'll lunch later.
Cute!
But shy. She's only 13.
Promising!
Not... talkative.
Not like her uncle!
Shall we drink to our reunion?
Not for me. I'll take care of Veronique.
You do that...
Still a lush, Johnny?
Yes indeed, Claudie.
Still on vermouth?
With pleasure.
Fine!
Not like poor Raoul, who tippled in secret.
Didn't do him much good.
To the police!
What is it?
A crushed beer can.
Elementary, my dear Watson!
And ten to one a car crushed it.
Probably.
Our Catholic writer took off from here.
Hey, up there!
Who are you?
What do you want'?
Got anything on Raoul Mons' murder?
Nothing! Beat it!
You agree his mysticism was probably a blind?
Go away!
Pushy young men.
Want 'em run in?
No, the hell with them!
What was the play he had banned?
It raises hell with priests.
They put it on the next day in Dinan.
Are they still in Dinan?
Probably.
We'll go visit the artistes.
Find them for tomorrow, OK?
The ocean's lovely, eh, Watson?
Sure is.
Back up a bit.
Stop!
Tell me, Vigouroux,
were you ogling Uncle Claude's Jaguar before?
Sure! Nice item! Like new!
- Someone saw you. - That so?
A tousle-haired snoop.
See you tomorrow, 1O a.m.
OK.
I'm going to prowl a little.
Good night, Watson.
Loot!
Pocket!
It's chicken. Do you mind?
Certainly not! I love it!
What a widow! You're younger and lovelier than ever!
That's true.
No wine for Miss Veronique?
Sometimes.
I saw your Jaguar. Terrific!
I even got behind the wheel. Can you imagine?
I've had it 17 years.
To widowers!
You haven't been a widower lately?
No, I haven't had the opportunity.
Too bad for you!
Raoul's wine is better than his books.
Claude!
It wasn't nasty. He was my pal.
The only guy who could put me to sleep without pills.
Know how? A page or two by Raoul Mons, and I was gone!
Where's your respect?
Respect! It's gaiety!
I'm the gay widower!
Absolutely!
I was married 7 years, same thing as my sister, then, one day:
no more wife! I'm not sorry,
I became the gay widower.
It was great, because after my wife, Jeanne, died,
I was more attracted to Romeos than to Juliettes.
Vero! Making fun of your fag uncle?
Your family history confuses me.
It's very simple:
15 years ago, Claude wed Jeanne.
The same day, I wed Vero's Dad.
Your first husband.
Yes, Pierre Manguin.
Raoul was Pierre's friend.
He lent us the money for this place.
All I had was my Jaguar. I wouldn't sell that!
Jeanne left me almost nothing! Peanuts!
So Mons coughed up.
Isn't that a little cynical?
No, it's highly ethical.
When we lost our spouses,
Raoul Mons...
was rewarded for his generosity
with the house and his buddy's wife.
Not for long.
Not long? Nearly 5 years! I counted them!
Over 1500 blessings! "Heaven protect me...
"and crush everyone else!“
How'd you get to be a chronic widow?
I'll tell you later.
A bit more?
What about you?
Me?
Have you a house, a wife, kids, cats...?
Police! I ask the questions.
I'm leaving early tomorrow.
I'm going to bed.
Good student?
Yes, she's an angel!
- Night, dear. - Like her uncle!
Good night, sir.
Good night, miss. See you later.
Adorable child!
I saw a boat on the beach with her name.
It seems abandoned.
It was Pierre's. No one's used it since the accident.
What accident?
Five years ago,
my wife and her husband went off in the Veronique.
The boat came back empty the next day.
We put it on blocks. It's not used.
- Where were they headed? - We never knew. Who cares?
The bodies weren't found.
The sea only gave up the boat.
It was rougher on Helene. On Vero, too.
But for me, the sea can keep Jeanne!
Then I'll give you a nice brandy,
we'll smoke a big cigar,
and I'll show you my eyes.
Your eyes?
It's my hobby.
Been painting for years... all colors, all sizes.
I've hundreds of them.
I paint glass eyes!
A master touch!
It takes forever to do. Luckily, I'm unemployed.
Now for the full treatment.
Watch the eyes!
Isn't that beautiful?
I've got them all.
Dali,
Pompidou,
the local baker's daughter,
in the days when I liked cream puffs,
Ray Charles,
Yours truly, and Veronique.
And Raoul?
Not Raoul. I'd rather have him in my memory than on a shelf.
How do you like them?
Impressive! I feel I'm being watched.
About Raoul...
Who hated him that much?
God, for hanging on His coattails all his life.
Sure, but aside from God?
Prowlers. All the local prowlers are Raoul's killers.
The actors?
No, they're artists. They live by being banned.
Had he been behaving oddly recently?
Raoul was very odd.
Let's try his favorite brandy in his office.
Maybe his possessions will inspire you.
You really act like a cop.
Ferreting and ferreting...
Oh yes,
the bigot used to write in a robe,
which explains those get-ups.
Nice threads!
He could afford it.
You didn't like him?
The way everyone did.
That's why the truth may be undramatic.
Here are the clippings on him, letters, invitations he ignored.
Your room's ready.
Good night.
I'm an idiot!
An idiot!
There we are!
96394512.
Hello, Tamaris Club.
What'd I do?
All you drink's water! Find a fountain!
How's it going, young widow?
Can't lose a husband without a sigh.
Lots of noise at first, then we find consolation.
Sadness flies off on the wings of time...
Tell me about you.
That's dull. You tell me about Raoul.
We had separate rooms.
I couldn't have stood him in my bed, not one night.
Really?
We wed for convenience.
Raoul was never fooled.
Never?
I think he loved me. I must have hurt him.
You know how!
Alright!
If you go back to Switzerland, I'll slap a warrant on you.
Shit!
What's going on here?
Who are you? What are you doing here?
ID?
Left it home.
Too bad!
Don't touch me!
Easy does it, sonny!
Use your head!
You're in a spot!
My name's Francis Le Bihan.
I hurt my knee.
It's strong. Butcher's twine.
- Why're you here? - What's it to you?
But I'll tell you: to see someone.
Who?
Mr. Alvarez.
That so? What for?
To talk. It's none of your business.
Don't take it like that. It's absurd.
What do you do for a living?
Don't rush.
We're in no hurry.
I'm stage manager for the Silo troupe.
Fine! They're still in Dinan?
Yep!
Francis is a friend.
Poor boy fell down.
He's grilling me.
Helene sleeps hard. He made a hell of a racket.
It doesn't interest her!
I told you I had friends.
Mystery solved: you two have had a cuddle.
A real close cuddle!
Quick but good!
- Go home. See you again. - That's for sure!
I'm going to get some sleep.
It's like a haunted house!
I'd have served you.
When? Tomorrow? These can be overcooked in a second!
Don't worry, they're fresh.
Overcooked! Dry at the edges, look!
10 seconds. 20 seconds. 30 seconds.
Over half a minute.
Don't worry, I'm an old fusspot!
Want your milk?
- Hungry? - No.
First thing you learn in the police
is to eat in the morning.
Yesterday fun?
Yesterday?
Your night out, wherever it was.
You'll have to tell me!
Tell you what?
What you did! And with whom!
I'm not here on vacation!
"The sun is hot.
"Seen the old man this morning?"
Don't walk off. No time.
Sure I can. Just a step.
No. Where's Francis?
In the john.
Nobody leaves!
"The sun is hot.
"Seen the Old Man?
"On a rock, yawning like a jackass.
"Must have been thinking."
Who's this geyser?
Inspector Lavardin, asking you to stay where you are.
What is this?
Get the stage manager.
He's in...
I know where he is. Go fetch him.
This shocker of a play of yours...
What'd you do after the last ban?
A lousy trick! We took a break.
That all?
I get it. But murdered writers don't concern us.
You catch on quick. That's fine.
Where's that manager?
Well, my old pal, the cop!
Can't do without me, officer?
You're more awake than last night.
Drop the familiarity, Officer.
Let's talk over there so your buddies can work.
We'll need him.
So do I, and I come first, OK?
Alright! Let's go on.
I'm all ears.
I have nothing to tell you.
Listen, I'm not mean,
but I can't stand not being able to do my job.
It's a physical thing.
That's your problem.
Sure.
Let's have your ID.
Don't be dumb! Your ID, hurry!
Why were you at Claude's?
Guess.
Why'd he put your dough in the Jaguar?
There was no dough.
I know there wasn't.
I think I'll toss you in the can.
Don't. I couldn't stand it!
You've no charge.
He was lending me money. I don't earn much.
You have expenses... obviously.
I'll keep your ID.
You'll get it back when I know why you're lying.
You're a louse!
Shut up!
"OK. What'll We do?
"I don't know."
"I do. You'll wait, like 2 ninnies."
"You stay out of this!"
"I don't want to wait. I want to seek."
Let's split. I've had it!
Exit on the garden side.
Inspector! I've something to tell you!
You're the first!
Francis is incapable of harming anyone.
He's down on his luck, a loser.
A loser, a junkie, a faggot.
Afaggot? Francis? You must be kidding.
Sure, little lady. Just kidding!
The actors tied into the Mons case?
Is it just a case of censorship'?
Why no statements on the killing?
Who's afraid of Mons' corpse?
Let's go, or I'll order you to shoot them!
Damn it!
Shit!
We're going to a club called the "Tamaris". Know it?
It's well known. I've never been there.
Hurry up! Let's get rid of those two dung flies!
Not a sound, girls!
You the owner?
Come up. Door's on the first floor.
Max Charnet, delighted.
You're police, right?
Absolutely.
You came about Raoul Mons.
Correct.
It's unbelievable... crazy...
Adrink?
You knew him well?
Hardly. He dropped into my club a few times.
A mysterious man.
He came for a change of scenery.
Odd: he was so moralistic.
Read his books?
No. Should I have ?
You, neither?
Read them, you'll see why he needed...
the contrast of a place like mine.
Had he been in recently?
The night before he died.
He say anything special?
Nothing. He never said much.
He listened, watched... He studied absurdity.
Absurdity?
Isn't the world absurd?
Sometimes, yes.
I'd say, often. My own life seems absurd at times.
He hid your phone number. Any idea why?
A writer's fantasy. Just like him.
No doubt...
Know anyone out to get him?
Maybe somebody wanted his wardrobe!
Nice apartment...
Huge.
Quite... I won't show you around. My kids are sleeping.
Never mind. I won't be here long.
Aside from your place...
does he hang out in any other... hotspots?
I wouldn't know. I saw little of him.
When's your club open?
At 9 p.m., every night but Sunday.
- Stop by for a drink! - Why not?
Why not, Watson? But not in that outfit.
Any time.
You called Raoul by his first name?
No, I didn't. I respected him too much.
See you later.
I'm at your disposal, inspector.
I have excellent contacts.
If I can help, don't hesitate.
Rest assured, I never hesitate.
I don't like him.
It's true what he said. He's friendly with politicians.
Lends them his staff at election time.
I don't like him.
Come in.
Is it you, Jean?
Damn liar!
Shit! You messed up my eyes!
What's so funny?
You, your eyes, your lies...
Francis wasn't one of your lovers.
No.
He's doped to the gills.
Perhaps...
Definitely.
Why did he come here?
I can't tell Helene.
I'm not Helene.
I lent him some money.
How come?
He has nice eyes.
How much?
About $300.
$700.
I counted it.
It was on the ground by your car.
Thanks.
That's OK.
Where's your sister?
Tuesdays she's on the beach.
Looking out to sea.
Sorrowfully...
Why did he leave with Jeanne?
It's unfair...
that he died with her.
I'm jealous of her death.
Did I understand when you left me?
And you were so handsome!
No longer?
Sure.
Tell me about Raoul. I can't figure it out alone.
What can I say?
How was life with him?
Forget Jean. I'm a cop.
I loved Pierre.
Raoul revolted me.
Why did you marry him?
For (Maude and Veto.
Pierre was in debt: I had to save my house.
You paid Raoul in kind.
Not really: he never got me.
He realized he never would,
and claimed the carnal act repelled him!
But you got yours on the side?
And Claude?
He and Veronique are all I've got. I love them.
May I see the boat?
I'll stay here.
Oct. 4, 1984.
Going home?
It's dusty in there.
No one's been in it but me.
It's been 5 years, right?
March 17, 1980.
Looks like rain. Better hurry.
I couldn't say.
Pipes like that are common.
Look.
This model may have been in your box.
Got it!
About what you said this morning:
I was with friends.
Please don't tell Mom.
That all?
I'll try to forget all about it.
What are your friends' names?
There are several.
I'm taking Vero. We're going for a drive.
No school tomorrow. You can sleep late, dear.
Don't get home late.
Don't worry, Mother Hen. I've my eye on her.
And when it comes to eyes, I'm an expert!
Know a guy who runs a disco? The Tamaris?
Sure, Max Charnet. I know him.
I know everybody.
What's he like?
Charming.
But he prefers women.
The mysteries of faith are unfathomable.
Good old Raoul! He loved the Bible.
I'm ready.
Get into the car. I'll be right there.
A wee drop!
To Raoul's health!
That ass Jean's getting too curious.
Got the gift?
Don't want to go into town?
To raise hell with a couple of cops?
You look dashing, Watson!
I must keep up with you!
You certainly do!
Let's go! To the Tamaris...
Place is jumping!
Silly puppets.
That's youth for you: big ears, empty heads.
Sure, but... You trade on that.
People don't come hereto nap!
I give these jerks what they want.
Your tastes differ?
Bach and Mozart. And books.
José!
Speaking of books, Raoul Mons ever tell you...
any secrets, between cocktails?
Peace be with him. I've no more to say.
Your health! It's on me.
Lots of minors here!
If you checked their lD's, you'd be surprised!
You're right. These kids are reckless.
No one hassle you?
How come?
I'm protected.
And Raoul?
Did he dance? Did he drink?
I can't remember.
I like you.
I like you, too.
Excuse me. I'll just be a minute.
Don't tell Mom... Please!
Again?
You come here often?
Sometimes.
Where's your uncle?
I don't know. He'll come to fetch me.
Show me your ID. And tell your pal to do the same.
Problems?
No, just routine.
I get bored, so I do a little work.
You haven't tried your drink.
You know each other?
Come on, let's talk.
I'd love that.
This is good stuff.
Don't eat the ice.
It's my recipe. I'll give it to you.
Who killed Raoul?
Not me, anyway.
Listen, inspector. Let's get things clear. As I said...
I like you a lot.
And I like you.
To avoid confusion, this is the situation.
Here I do what I want, when I want and how I want.
I set it up that way.
All I can say about Mons is:
he was fighting with himself. Everyone knew that.
His public image conflicted with his true nature.
He came here for pick-ups?
In a way.
He paid for it?
He had other means. He dealt...
Drugs?
Everyone knew it.
All these assholes try it.
Someone showed them the way.
Nonsense! Junkies, lushes!
I told you: absurd little puppets!
Be right back.
- Want me to squeeze him? - No, forget it.
Here's the $64 question, Watson:
Do the junkies come hereto drink?
Or do the lushes come here for dope?
Who knows?
Bastards!
He knows things. If he talks, we're in.
The kid's sneaking out.
Stay here and keep your eyes open. The car keys!
Have a ball, dance!
You look like a tourist.
I'm off for a breather. My deputy's your hostage.
We'll talk again later.
Now fetch my raincoat.
The cop!
Come back!
Who was he?
You've spoiled it!
Who was he, dammit?
What's it to you?
I'll take you home.
I say yes! I've had enough of all these secrets!
So who was it?
A pal.
His name?
I forget.
Kidding me?
Anyway, he seemed guilty.
Take off...
all that paint. Look at you!
You look like a slut. If your Mom saw you!
Stay home or I'll lock you up!
Nothing happened. He showed up 5 minutes ago.
What a nice surprise! Are you snooping or raiding?
I saw your niece on the beach.
With a guy who ran out on me.
Any ideas?
None. I'm here to fetch her.
Such a good uncle!
It's OK.
Is the killer among us?
Shit! The floor's for dancing.
Intermission, folks! Police!
Vigouroux, grab that guy!
What's this? Make way!
Let your buddy through. Move aside.
Over here, fella.
Is this him?
There...
You stay put.
Anyone else got dope in his wallet?
Everyone out except him,
and those I say.
Don't forget the Police Charity Fund.
Roland Poltes, clipman.
What's a clipman?
I make video clips.
Beat it.
I'll keep that.
Half of 'em left without paying.
Cost me plenty.
I'm sorry.
But I don't give a damn.
Look out!
Don't go too far.
I'm way under my limit.
Sure you aren't goofing?
Hush!
Give me a pen and paper.
What are you after?
Raoul's killer.
He's not here.
How do you know?
Well...
Past midnight.
It's Wednesday...
Good thing. You can send this
to your influential friends...
I'll give you duplicates...
Object...
Closing of the Tamaris Club.
Absurd!
I know but... drugs, minors...
You've had it. They'll throw away the key.
I'm in a touchy spot.
I agree.
I could break you.
And I could make a mess of your mouth!
Now then...
I'm willing, if I must,
to forget my code of ethics
to avoid inconvenience.
You don't say!
How interesting!
Raoul used the Tamaris as...
a hangout to deal and recruit...
Deal what? Recruit what?
Drugs! Women!
Where was his love nest?
A place 8 miles away.
You knew that?
I disliked Raoul. So his sex life...
Whose place is it?
You're in real estate!
It all comes clear.
How did he pay you?
In esteem.
Give me... the keys to this apartment of yours.
Haven't seen it in a year. It may be a mess.
Make me a map,
and if I find the place easily,
you may reopen tomorrow.
Come in.
It's me...
I spent a lovely night at the beach.
Watson there?
Who?
Vigouroux.
He's on duty in 3O minutes.
I'll pick him up in an hour
to visit an apartment, he'll understand.
And check the owner
of a Grey Peugeot...
477 ENZ 75
Armored door. Well made.
Quite a glare! Shut the door.
Check the bathroom.
Dirty old man!
What is it?
The writer's clothes.
Find me a garbage bag.
The good man's blood!
Ten to one he died like that.
He was killed...
with this.
Hold it. They must be eating. Come on up.
- Let's go. - Do we ring?
No, they wouldn't open.
I don't want to rot in this burg.
We sneak up and snap 'em through the window.
That's trespassing.
Let's go.
Hurry.
If that cop sees us, we're up the creek.
Hold on.
For you.
- The policeman. - Very good. Thanks.
Yes, Watson.
That car was rented in Paris
by a Mr. Peter Guinman of Shetlands, Scotland.
Hold it! Say that again.
See you later.
Ever hear of Fabio Christi?
Never.
Peter Guinman?
Neither.
Did Raoul have you tailed?
- Why do you ask? - Answer me.
I don't think so.
July $1,200, August $1,600,
Sept. 10, $ 1,200. That's all.
Fabio Christi, private investigator.
Your writer blew $4,000
to trap a Scotsman.
I don't get it.
Your daughter have a lover?
What's all this? You crazy?
On Sept. 10.
Your husband noted: "Peter Guinman!"
Exclamation point.
Try to recall.
What happened Sept. 10?
I found this on his night table.
He got around!
He asked me for it.
He cut it because Pierre was beside me.
Call your daughter.
Why?
To ask who the Scot is.
How should she know?
She knows. Cop's hunch!
Biarritz. On her father's boat.
Come in, dear. Jean has a question for you.
Where's Uncle Claude?
In his room, I think.
It's not finished!
Confiscated.
Got scissors?
Peter Guinman, Shetlands, Scotland.
What're you getting at?
You don't know!
Then you don't need all this!
Or this!
Stop! I'll tell you.
I'm listening... gay widower.
I'm no widower.
Jeanne lives with him in Scotland.
This is a madhouse,
but it's also a nest of crooks!
Helene doesn't know. Please...
I'll see.
Go on.
Pierre Manguin was bored with Helene.
And he was broke. Two good reasons...
to fake an accident.
And Jeanne?
The bitch was hot for Pierre, and sick of me...
And vice-verse.
Exactly! So the rats quit the ship.
Why should I be a sad widower?
Then, if I'm right, Veronique sees her father...
in secret when he comes over.
Once a year, it's like a 2nd birthday.
How she awaits Oct. 5!
You'll make me cry!
Who killed Raoul?
I swear I don't know.
You're lying!
I don't know... Ajunkie, a nut, for his money.
People kill for peanuts now.
You know where he was killed?
On the beach, no?
You're being crafty.
Give me the keys to your Jag.
Come on!
Be careful... She's an old lady.
If you're lying I'll tear yours out
and use them for earrings.
Open up, Charnet. I saw you.
About time!
- What're you doing? - Looking.
What for?
Dope, the murder weapon... How do I know?
I'm booking you.
What for?
Anything. Corrupting minors, murder... You choose.
I think it's funny too.
I meet people who paint marbles,
the living dead who return,
schoolgirls who vaporize at midnight...
Haven't had such fun in ages.
Got a search warrant?
Is that a warrant?
Mons was killed at your place.
That could alter your life.
You'll end up a bum. Mark my word!
Cut it out! Your protectors will drop you like an old sock.
They'll deny it all, the fiddles, bribes, mutual favors.
They won't touch you with a 10-foot pole!
What's that?
- Surveillance. - Show me.
It's for the disco. No one there now.
Go on, demonstrate.
When it's full
and I'm here, I can keep tabs.
I don't want to be vulgar,
but that apartment of yours looks like a cathouse.
- Can I have my key? - No.
That's the same lighting here as there.
Maybe.
Certainly. Exactly the same,
the spotlight...
Take me down there.
You said you hadn't been in that place for a year.
More than that.
Then Mons' killer is still there.
Coming!
You're on the dot!
Sit on the bed.
Want a brandy?
- Like this place? - I don't care.
I asked you here because I'm so fond of you.
You're... intelligent,
Pretty,
You've changed since we've been together.
I'm rich, successful.
I'll soon be in the Academy of Arts.
- Your Mom and I... - What do you want?
To share secrets with you.
- No thanks. - Wait!
You don't know what it's about.
- I want you to like me. - No chance!
I feel nothing for you! Not even pity!
You know, revolt is sometimes
very close to love.
Not for me.
I threw up when you married Mom!
- She hates you! - Wait!
Let me by!
Know who Fabio Christi is?
- I don't care. - I'll tell you.
He's a friend, a cop.
He found out about Peter Guinman!
Bastard!
Calm down. I've told no one.
You horrible person!
Now, girl...
You'll do what I want or I'll put your Dad in jail!
I'll stop you!
Stop me? Besides, he owes me $30,000.
Claude, come quick!
I did something stupid.
He's dead!
Don't worry.
Whaﬂl we do?
One last trick on Raoul.
Help me.
Calm down!
Turn off the light, open the door!
Shut up!
Help me.
Shit! The pig's heavy!
Calm down!
Now pull...
Did you like it?
Yes.
Bad news?
You found out?
That's right.
I knew when I saw you stay in your car.
It's Francis.
He recorded it all.
I should have guessed.
The light...
I wrote "Pig" on his back.
With my lipstick!
You see...
I had to help her.
He was a swine.
Poor kid!
Destroy the cassette.
Threatening me?
No, myself.
Destroy the cassette.
I'll kill myself, then you say I did it.
Good idea.
Keep her out of it.
Who said I wouldn't?
This thing could really bite!
That cassette...
could ruin her life.
If you knew where she's going...
I'm here.
He said he has no more. It's the last time.
Checks out.
Don't come back! Ever!
Get going!
Mission accomplished!
Start the engine. When he steps out, he's ours.
There he is. Go!
There he blows!
Ripe for pickin'.
This way, little fella.
We're giving you a ride.
Hi, Francis.
You OK?
What have I done?
Carrying all that... It's risky.
Drive on.
I'll leave you two a while.
What's he doing?
Taking a breather.
If I'm right...
The night of the murder, on the beach...
you saw someone in the shadows?
I don't get it.
Remember, it was pitch dark...
Not at all.
You were there!
What is it?
I was walking...
Tell me who dumped Raoul Mons on the beach?
You're sick!
You make me sick.
Come on, outwith it.
Here's your money. Let me go.
Who did you see on the beach?
Him!
Happy How'?
You're a real loser.
Using, dealing, blackmailing...
You'll get 10 years.
Your fate's tied to his. If he cops it...
So do you. No one can help you.
Not even your pal Max.
That louse!
That's your opinion.
But you've messed up his operation.
He's just waiting to get even with you.
You could put him in jail!
Put him in jail, dimwit!
He's well-protected.
He's clever.
Very clever.
We can't nab him. Not on that rap.
Got a smoke?
Got a light?
You'd rather smoke than talk!
You know...
I was saying to myself...
Maybe I made a mistake...
The guy I saw on the beach
dumping Mons' body...
was Max.
That changes everything, little fella.
If you're sure
and could sign a statement to that effect,
so you can't retract,
so we're on solid ground,
then, of course, I'd leave you in peace.
You'd have no more motive for blackmail.
And we'd forget the rest...
to thank you for your cooperation.
You'd be in fine shape, then.
- So it's a deal? - Yes I saw Max on the beach.
Good fella!
So lovebirds?
How's it going?
We had a very constructive chat.
Right, Frankie boy?
I said he was a nice lad.
To the police station.
Then we'll all spend a cozy evening.
We'll watch over him. He's too valuable.
Don't forget your money, scatterbrain.
He's a poet.
Bud, some here. Hurry.
No more pestering everyone.
Here's a scoop: live coverage of the arrest of Mons' murderer.
The witness.
Keep the noise down!
Who is it?
Francis.
Is he the one?
Take him in.
This is a nightmare!
Let in more light.
Who are they?
Put on some pants. We'll supply the rest.
Have you lost your mind?
I'll call the Commissioner!
Give me that...
The Commissioner's asleep... Let him sleep.
This is absurd.
The whole world is absurd, my friend. We all know that.
It's nothing new.
This is for you.
Whose are they?
Mine.
"Self-gaze"!
What'll you do with it'?
For my video library.
Don't worry, I never lend my tapes.
I fixed it.
Watson here?
He's downstairs.
Then, I'm off.
Why not stay a few days?
Who'll take care of them?
A wife and kids! You didn't tell us!
So secretive!
Be good.
Thank you.
Start it up. Be right back.
Pierre Manguin isn't dead.
I know.
He's here.
Mostly there.
I didn't know you had a wife and kids, either.
Who says I do?
That photo...
Straight out of police files!
That woman knocked off her two brats.
Shall I autograph it?
Don't be shocked.
That's life.