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DIABOLICALLY YOURS

He's awake, Doctor.

It looks all right.

Where am I?

In a hospital?

Yes, a private hospital.

A private hospital?

Am I sick?

You were, but not anymore.

Open your mouth.

Close.

Open.

Close.

Does it hurt?

No. Just a little stiff.

It'll loosen up with time.

And here?

That all right?

Yeah' feels okay.

Is that a wound?

Not anymore. Just a scar now.

What happened?

When a drunk man
drives at 100 miles an hour,

he's likely to have an accident.

An accident?

Was I alone?

Luckily your wife was thrown clear
from the impact.

The cast can come off.
Just a bandage, for support.

Yes, Doctor.

My wife?

Thrown clear?

Yes, but you were almost thrown
out of this world.

Instead you spent three weeks in a coma.

Now get some rest.

Everything's taken care of.

- Doctor.
- Take it easy.

You said that--

- My wife--
- She's all right. Relax.

Thank you.

Yes?

Georges.

At last.

My darling.

Doctor.

I'm so grateful for all you've done
for my husband.

Don't mention it.

I've brought your master home, Kim.

Help me.

Are you all right, sir?

Just fine.

Your bedroom is ready, sir.

Thanks, buddy.

- Be polite to Kim.
- Be polite to Kim?

- That's Kim?
- Yes, of course.

Give us a hand.

- Would you care for anything, sir?
- Coffee.

A small cup of coffee, Kim.

Two cars, huh?

Three days old.
Brand-new, just like you.

Made a few changes since I left,
haven't you?

No, not at all, darling.

It looks different somehow.

Come up to your room.

Careful.

I hope you haven't changed my room.

- Kim just put some flowers in.
- Oh' thanks. Good old Kim!

I love flowers. I'm crazy about flowers.

I know that, darling.

Flowers, Chinese furniture, Buicks.

- What a life, eh' Kim?
- Silly.

No, no. Over here.

If you don't mind,
I'd like to enter my room on my own.

Thanks.

Well, Kim,
I see you didn't forget the flowers.

But where's the TV set?

What?

- You despise television, Georges.
- I do?

Well, I get confused.

I love flowers and I hate TV.

Come on, into bed.

No, Kim, master can undress himself
like a big boy.

Thank you.

Silly.

You called, sir?

Yes.

Go tell madame
that I want to see her.

Yes, sir.

- Go ahead.
- I beg your pardon, sir?

I said, "Go ahead."

Move. Shake it.

- Understand?
- Yes' sir.

Right.

Master will speak to madame.

Master will speak to madame.

To whom will he speak?
To whom?

To whom will master speak?

Master will speak to madame.

- You called me?
- Yes' master called madame.

To kiss her?

No, not exactly. Sit down.

And be a good girl.

Georges Campo would like to ask
a few questions to Christiane Campo.

First of all, are you sure you're my wife?

If you start like that again, I'll leave.

Go ahead.
You leave, and I'll get a divorce.

They'd refuse you.
You don't have any valid grounds.

Now, now.
When a guy has an accident

and no longer recognizes his wife
when he recovers'

that's grounds for divorce, isn't it?

Georges.

All right. We'll get a divorce.

Christiane. Sit down.

I'm listening, darling.

So, you're my wife?

Yes, I am.

And this fabulous place is mine?

All yours.

From what I can see, we're rich.

We brought everything back
from Hong Kong, darling.

Hong Kong. And I had a business there.

What kind of business?

Construction.

Construction. Not bad.

By the way,

do we have any children?

- Not yet.
- You're sure?

We'll take care of that oversight.
I'm set on having four children.

Four boys. Okay?

Of course.

How about we start right away?

We'll talk about children, my dear,

when you're standing upright,
healthy and on your own two feet.

Babies are made lying down, right?

Amnesiac, sex-crazy, cynical.

You have all the defects.

You're lucky I love you, rascal.

Christiane!

- Yes?
- Ask Mao to bring me some tea, will you?

Right away.

Christiane!

Tea and a copy of the Little Red Book.

Madame asks you, sir,
not to forget your pills.

Okay. "Sir" will not forget.

- How long have you worked for me now, Kim?
- Seven years, sir.

And when did we come back from Hong Kong?

One month before your accident, sir.

Thanks.

Did I speak Chinese?

Yes, sir. A few words.

What does "Tsao" mean?

Good day.

That's Freddie.

What the hell is he doing here?

Damn.

Mr. Campo,
the situation is getting complicated.

Damn.

There's no reason, Christiane,

absolutely no reason to hide my identity
from him since he's sick.

What if he's only pretending to be sick?

All the more reason to tell him the truth.

- But if--
- No. No.

Leave it to me.

But why didn't he recognize me?

And why didn't he say anything
to the doctor about having amnesia?

Because when you're married to a woman
as beautiful as Mrs. Campo,

certain memories are bound to come back.

Come in.

I'm in.

- How are you?
- I'm well.

I saw you arrive from the window.

What's your name?

Freddie. Frederic Launay.

Do you recognize my voice?

- What's my name?
- Old Man Moses.

Did you come here to spoil it, Freddie?

It was too good to be true, eh, Freddie?

Don't stop, Kim.

Kim, what do you think?

Is--

Is my husband acting,

or does he really have amnesia?

He is truly ill.
I'm sure of it, madame.

But he's happy to believe
that he's madame's husband.

Don't stop, Kim.

So just like that, my name is,
and I am, Georges Campo?

Of course.

- And Christiane is my wife?
- Yes.

- And you're a doctor?
- Yes.

- And we've been buddies for ten years?
- Yes.

And you, Christiane, and I

just came back from China,
I mean Hong Kong, six weeks ago?

Correct.

I must tell you,
right now my memory is like Hiroshima.

Vanished, disintegrated.

I only recognize you and I only remember
bars, nightclubs and nights out.

Of course. We used to hit the town
together in Kowloon.

While Christiane made couscous.

What? No, lacquered duck, shark fins.

You're confusing it with Algerian food.

Just my luck. I hate Chinese food.

- Three weeks ago you were wild about it.
- Well, I tell you I hate Chinese food

and I love mechoui, couscous,
and mint tea.

Everything's mixed up,
even my exotic tastes.

What about you?
You're a doctor, aren't you?

"Frederic Launay, MD.

Chatham Road' Kowloon."

Freddie...

mind if I get a look at you?

I'll have to take your word for it,
eh, Freddie?

Look. Don't worry.
Your memory will return.

Either all at once or little by little.
And then...

What's the matter?
Think your wife is too beautiful for you?

Me? Not at all.

Not at all.

She's a knockout.
Except I can't remember ever--

You get it.

All this money' Buicks, a château.

I'm just afraid I'll wake up one day
and go back to being Pierre Lagrange.

Pierre Lagrange? Why?

Tea, darling.

Where's Mao Tse-tung, on vacation?

Chairman Mao is sewing some of my dresses.

The chairman knows how to do everything.

Is he a barber too?

Why, darling?

Because even staying in bed,
my hair keeps on growing.

You can go into the village
as soon as you're well.

Oh, I can?

You're not a prisoner, dear.

Anyway, Kim has lots of talents.

If you want,
he can reshape your head anytime.

You know...

that Pierre Lagrange
bugs the hell out of me.

If you only knew how much.

By the way.

Did I talk like this in Hong Kong?

Very much so.

You can keep doing that.
But stop talking about Pierre Delagrange.

Not Delagrange. Lagrange.

Lagrange.

The funny thing is...

I'm starting to remember things.

Well, not really. Words.

What words?

Aberdeen.

Aberdeen.

Freddie. Yes, Freddie.

Tai Hang. Chatham.

Kowloon and Mina.

We had a large property at Tai Hang.

On Tai Hang Road.

Chatham is where Freddie's office was.

He lived in Kowloon
and spent all his weekends with us.

And Mina? Was that a place too?

Mina was a mixed-race girl.
She lived in Aberdeen.

She was your mistress.

My mistress?

Yes. You must have
a picture of her somewhere.

And you weren't jealous?

Oh, yes.

And I was dumb enough to cheat on you?

Yes, darling, you were dumb enough.

DRIVER'S LICENSE

What's this?

You sleep with a jacket now?

No, just checking my wardrobe.

Come on. Get to bed.

Did you take your medicine?

Not yet.

Come on, quick... or I'll turn you in.

To who? Mao Tse-tung?

To Frederic.

Then he'll triple the dose
and I'll end up even more nuts.

Impossible.

Now get to sleep.

You know what the doctor said.

Calm and lots of sleep.

Georges Campo.

Georges Campo.

You're a rich businessman in Hong Kong.

Tai Hang Road.

Your house is on Tai Hang Road.

A one-story villa
with tropical flowers in the yard.

In the living room,

there is a large Chinese cabinet
in red and gold lacquer.

Inside it there is
a collection of opium pipes.

Your office is in Hong Kong.

Hennessy Street.

Hennessy Street.

Mina lives in Aberdeen.

You gave her a brooch,

a golden scarab.

Georges. Georges Campo.

You play cards with Freddie,

with Freddie and Christiane.

Your wife, Christiane.

Georges Campo.

Golden scarab.

Full of tropical flowers.

Mina lives...

in Aberdeen.

Golden scarab.

My stockings.

At last, some fresh air.

- Do you want your cane?
- No, I'm fine.

Do you feel all right?

Yes, I'm okay.

The body and chassis are in good shape.
As for the motor, that's another matter.

What are those buildings over there?

The old barns.
The former owners farmed the land.

- Anyone live there now?
- No. They're abandoned.

Want to have a look?

Yes, let's go.

Hey, Freddie.

Those damned pills of yours
are making me groggy.

But you're getting your memory back
little by little, aren't you?

Yes, bits of it.

Maybe it's the effort
that's making me tired.

Of course.

Pretty nice, eh?

- What's up there?
- A loft. It's used for storage, I think.

Smells like apples.

- Want some?
- Uh-huh.

I'll go.

Georges!

What happened?

What's the matter?

What happened?

Look.

I would've ended up down there
with a broken back.

What do you mean?

Why didn't you tell me
about the trapdoor?

I didn't know.

I've only been up here once.
It was locked up.

Why didn't you warn me?

What are you insinuating?

- You really don't think--
- Why'd you bring me here?

You're the one who wanted to come!

Sure.

And the trapdoor just happened
to be unlocked by accident.

Georges! How could you think that?

You've gone crazy.

Crazy?

It's just starting.

Your turn.

I've never had so much tea
in my whole filthy life.

Besides you two,
700 million Chinese drink tea too.

And don't talk about your life as filthy.

I'll talk about my life any way I want to.

Are you going out?

I've got a headache. I'll take a walk.

Down, down, down.

- Down.
- Down, Prince. Down, boy.

Who does this beast belong to?

Prince? To you.

Who else do you think? He's yours.

Glad to know it.

You knew that, right?

You forget that I'm a little--

Good boy, Prince.

Doesn't even recognize me.
He was about to attack me.

- Maybe he has amnesia too.
- No. He's never had an accident.

You let that beast loose,
and he'd eat his own parents.

Of course.

- Does that bring back any memories?
- No. Where's the phone?

Who do you want to call?

A vet.
I've decided to have that dog put down.

- Georges! You can't!
- He's my dog, isn't he?

Anyway, there's no phone.

No phone?

It takes six months to get a line.

All right.

But you're a doctor.
You'll do it instead of the vet.

No. I won't.

Hell, he's my dog, isn't he?

- I want him killed.
- You'd regret it in three months.

- Why in three months?
- Because you'll be cured by then.

Cured. Cured.

What are you doing here?

You rang for me, sir.

Oh, I did?

I went back to sleep' I guess.

You slept well, sir?

Not bad.

- Your pills, sir.
- Thanks.

Kim. Come here.

Here. Closer.

Take off your coat.

Go on. Take it off.

Show me your back.

Who did that? Did I?

Yes, sir.

- Why?
- I made a mistake, sir.

What mistake?

I forgot to tell the garage
to bring the car.

What car? What garage?

A year ago, sir.

It was in Hong Kong.

It was the American car you had.

Get dressed.

It's better if he stays in his room
and rests.

But Frederic, how long do you think
he can stay cooped up in here like this?

Frankly, I don't know.

But there's no point in getting excited.

We won't accomplish anything
by losing our heads.

What can we do, Frederic?
I'm terribly worried.

There's no need to be.

It's a slow process, that's all.

His memory is coming back
little by little,

like pieces of a puzzle
falling into place.

Frankly, don't you think
he should be examined by a--

By whom? A psychiatrist?

They would lock him up.

No, calm and rest, here,
are his best medicines.

He sometimes looks so harried.

Just yesterday he asked me
if we were holding him prisoner.

Well, in a way, we are.

Would you rather take him out in the car?

Go out for a spin?

No. That would disrupt him
getting his balance back.

You should explain that to him, Frederic.

I already have.

Until he is cured, he has to stay here.

Christiane.

Frankly, do you really want him
to recover his memory?

I don't know.

Or rather, I do know.

He was brutal, violent, and selfish.

Horrible.

He married you. He was very fond of you.

He was fond of his dog too.

Now he wants to kill it.

I want him to recognize me.

But at the same time I'm afraid

that he'll become the same as before.

That other person he used to be.

And he'll look at me like a stranger,
just when I'm--

Just when you're starting to love him?

Yes.

Maybe.

- Were you waiting for me?
- No.

You were here already.

I have news for you.

Yes. Sit down.

Now listen to me. Good.

From now on, I will make
a serious effort to behave.

What if the best way
to bring back your husband's memory

would be to make love with him?

First of all, it's forbidden.

By who? By that crackpot Freddie?

That's right, by that crackpot Freddie.

I'll have a little talk with him.

It's prohibited
until you're in perfect physical health.

And then, Mr. Campo,

we're still going to wait until some night

when you're well enough to remember,

without any doubt,
that I really am your wife.

You mean it would be like cheating on me?

I'd never cheat on my husband
with a man

who isn't sure that he's my husband.

And if I were sure tomorrow?

I'd demand proof.

Yeah, just like with the dog.

But why can't you and the dog
try to help too?

See? I'm trying.

I take my pills,

I drink,

and I sleep.

Georges Campo.

Georges Campo.

You're losing your mind.

You're going completely insane.

You beat Kim with a whip.

You were brutal.

You got drunk with British officers.

Georges.

Georges Campo.

You are going mad.

You gave the gold scarab to Christiane,

not to Mina.

You gave Mina dresses,

very expensive dresses, from Paris,

from Balenciaga.

"Yes" is "Hao."

"No" is "Pu-hao."

"I'm thirsty" is "Wo kou le."

"I'm hungry" is "Wo èle."

Georges Campo.

The precious pipes, a rare collection.

Telephone call for Mr. Pierre Lagrange.

- Me?
- Mr. Pierre Lagrange.

Pierre Lagrange.

What's the matter? Can't you sleep?

A nightmare.

We were in a bar.

Somebody called Pierre Lagrange
to the phone.

Oh, him! Is he back again?

And I went to answer it, automatically.

Well, hang up. wrong number.

Listen Freddie,
there's something phony here.

I didn't invent that name.

I didn't invent all those scenes
that come back, those memories.

What memories?

Memories of war.

Villages burning, houses, farms,

Arab mechtas, the hills of Kabylie.

I see all that.

A bus taking me on a weekend pass.

A buddy playing the harmonica,
another one throwing up.

That's not very impressive.

I've seen all that in a hundred movies.

And I tell you I've seen it
with my own eyes! I've seen it.

You, Christiane' Georges Campo.
It just doesn't jibe.

It's a dream! It just doesn't make sense!

And this Lagrange?
Does that make sense?

Did you learn Chinese in Algeria?

Did you know Christiane and me in Kabylie?

Did you have your Chinese mistress
in the Casbah?

Did your accident happen in the Sahara?

What the hell do you want?

You want a certificate from the police,
from the parish priest

to prove that you are you?

Okay.

I'll prove it to you.

But in my dream'
I went to the phone without hesitating.

Listen. It doesn't mean a thing
if you're somebody else in a dream.

Just this morning' between midnight
and 7:00 a.m., I discovered penicillin.

Yes, I was Sir Alexander Fleming.

Come on. Hit the sack.

And don't forget your medicine.
You need it.

Hey, Georges.

Get in.

Let's not play games.

You think it would be fun in the nuthouse?

Where were you headed?

I don't know.

To the police.

Okay. Let's go.

But you know where you'd go next?

An institution. Shall we go?

"My name is Lagrange,
my dog wants to bite me,

my wife and my buddy
are keeping me prisoner."

Can you imagine what they'll think of you
when they hear that fairy tale?

Well, if you're a real buddy,
you won't tell Christiane about this.

Why?

Because yesterday I told her
I wouldn't mess around anymore.

Now if she knows I was roaming around--

If she doesn't see us come in,
I won't say anything.

Thanks.

If I were you, I'd pretend to be Asterix.

He's much more important and popular
than that Pierre-- What's his name?

Lagrange.

That's it' Lagrange.

Georges. Georges Campo.

You're right. You're going mad.

Georges Campo returned from China.

Georges.

You are lost.

Suicide to free yourself.

Only suicide can set you free.

A pistol.

There's a pistol in the drawer.

In the drawer.

Pistol. A pistol.

Take the pistol, Georges.

Suicide. The pistol.

It's the only way to escape.

The only way.

You're going mad, Georges.

You must kill yourself. The pistol.

Madness. The only way.

The pistol.

Georges.

Frederic has bought you a bicycle.
Doesn't that make you happy?

Frederic is great.

And so are you, Mrs. Campo.

Georges, behave yourself.

Aren't you pleased with my progress?

Yes, but just behave.

What are you doing?
You're hurting me. Are you crazy?

Of course.

A man is crazy
if he wants to make love to his wife.

Not like this. Later. Not yet.

Remember what I told you.

What do you know?

I'm feeling more and more normal.
Damned normal.

Prove it.

How's that for progress?

Do you know what those words mean?

Thank you. Good evening.
Good day. Good-bye.

Bravo.

What does that mean?

You've said it to me a thousand times.

It means "I love you."

If I say it in French,
could we make a deal?

Not yet.

Ciao.

I'd never cheat on my husband
with a man

who isn't sure that he's my husband.

Scared of your loving husband?

- Georges! Is that you?
- No. No!

Georges! Let go of me! Stop it! No!

I said it wasn't me.

Oh, Georges, no! Stop!

What are you going to do? Rape me?

Oh, great.

I want to make love to my wife,
and that's rape. That's a good one.

I'm in love with such a sweet thing

She's my love, my lovey dove
My little sweetkin

She's so beautiful
And oh, so charming

My little songbird in the morning

I call her my little Christiane

A little girl, a little girl
I know from China

Other girls may give me the eye

But she's the only girl for me

Oh, stop it, Georges.

Oh, damn it!

If I can't even dream about
my alcoholic past in Hong Kong

my geisha girls, opium dens,
exotic pleasures in Kowloon,

my one-story villa, and the pond
with a dragon fountain spouting water--

That's right.

What's right? The dragon?

The dragon fountain. That's real.

You see? You remember.

You should tell that to my wife.

Hear that, darling?
Isn't that proof enough for you?

Very good. You're a smart little boy.
But you can do better.

- Freddie?
- Yes?

Can I tell you the tragedy of my life?

My wife is a saint, a nun, a statue.

But that's life!

Excuse my indiscretion,
but I can't help being a bit curious.

Why do you want me to redecorate
all the bedrooms?

- My husband, Georges Campo.
- Jean Debrosse' your decorator.

How do you do?

You've just returned from the colonies?

- Dear sir, there are no colonies today.
- Oh, you're so right.

Just a slip.

We were in Hong Kong.

I know. I asked your charming wife

why you'd want to redecorate
all the rooms of this magnificent château.

We expect to have lots of guests,
don't we, Georges?

Yes. And besides,
we don't have any children yet.

Of course I'm disappointed. But my wife--

Georges.

Now then,
I would suggest something very simple.

Beautiful, solid' country furniture.

Antique, of course.

We'll cover the walls with cloth
in solid colors,

a different color for each bedroom.

A bright yellow...

a luminous orange,

a vivid--

Red, maybe.

That's it.

What a stunning piece.

Curious' isn't it?

I bought it in Hong Kong.

Excuse me.

Those are...

My collection of pipes.
Opium pipes, of course.

They're very rare.

By next week I'll be able
to present an estimate, Mr. Campo.

That's fine.

Naturally' I'll try to calculate it
as accurately as possible.

Of course.

And don't forget the operating room.

The operating room?

My friend is joking. I'm a doctor.

And a friend of the family. So naturally,
we'll install a torture chamber.

Do you smoke cigars, sir?

I have here some excellent Cubans.

Bought them in Hong Kong,
by way of Mexico.

Good God! How awful!

You had a close call, Mr. Campo! Yes.

Yes.

You bastard.

Bastard!

- The same measurements as my wife?
- Yes, sir. Very practical.

I can imagine.

What time is it? Tell me in Chinese.

Five o'clock?

Has Mr. Frederic gone out?

No, in French.

Mr. Frederic went into town, sir.

And my wife?

She is resting, sir.

Come in.

- You rang, sir?
- Yes.

Tell my wife and Mr. Frederic
I'm not eating tonight.

I'm too tired.
I don't want to be disturbed by anyone.

Mr. Frederic
will not return until tomorrow.

That will save you from giving
two messages. That's all.

Hey, Mao Tse-tung.

Sir?

Nothing. Beat it.

The master is in his room, madame.

Thank you' Kim.

I said I didn't want to be disturbed
by anybody.

- What's the matter, Georges?
- Nothing.

- Yes, there is.
- I said nothing!

There is something. Tell me.

Okay. Let me give you the latest news.

Georges Campo is dead, buried, rotted!

Georges! What are you saying?

Rotted' do you hear?
Stinking! Just rotten meat!

Do you want to shake hands with a corpse?

Do you want to say your last good-bye
to Georges Campo? Come on.

But what are you looking for, Georges?

My poor darling.
You must have had a nightmare.

Georges.

You must get some sleep.

You'll feel better tomorrow.

I'm going to sleep.

- Good night.
- Good night.

That's enough, Kim.

Georges.

Georges.

Listen.

Georges Campo is insane.

You are insane.

Georges, you are completely insane.

Georges.

You're going to kill yourself.

You must kill yourself.

Right now.

Suicide.

Better death than madness.

Georges.

Better death than this.

Wake up, Georges.

Go to the window.

Jump into the void.

Into the void.

It's all over.

Georges.

Find peace.

Peace.

Definitely.

Peace.

Wake up.

What?

What are you doing here?

Weren't you asleep?

I was, but I woke up.

What do you want?

To make love to you.

No.

We're alone now.

- Take it off.
- Georges.

- No! Let me go!
- Slut!

Let me go.

Georges.

So it was him.

It was Freddie...

that killed your husband.

Three pistol shots.

When?

Ten days before your accident.

An accident that you two arranged?

And you counted on my dying?
But unfortunately I survived.

Yes.

That must have really
fouled up your plans.

When you first came to, you spoke.

But you couldn't remember anything.

The doctor at the hospital

warned me
you might have temporary amnesia.

So we took advantage of it.

And if anything went wrong,
you figured your charms would save you.

Was I wrong?

No.

You're pretty good.

You too.

Thanks.

But go on, go on.

Who was your husband?

We came back from Hong Kong.

Nobody here knew him.

He was brutal, a drunkard, violent.

Sounds like a great guy.

Freddie was your lover,
and they got in a fight?

Yes, Frederic killed him.

And then he recruited you.

He found you in a bar.

You drank a lot.

That's news.

But...

why me?

How did I fit the setup?

You had just come back from Algeria.

Nobody knew you either.

So once I had become Georges Campo...

I'd kill myself or die in an accident.

A nice innocent corpse.

The dog, the trapdoor, the chandelier.

The chandelier was Kim's idea.

He hated you from the first moment.

So he's in on the deal too?

And that decorator, how did he fit in?

We needed a witness

who had seen Georges Campo alive.

The chandelier, the dog, the trapdoor,
the decorator.

But why the tape recorder?

Frederic had treated some soldiers
in the war by hypnopedia.

Hypnopedia?

You mean brainwashing?

Yes.

Your Freddie is a great guy too.

What are you going to do with me now?

Make love.

If you want.

- Is madame up yet?
- Madame is in the dining room, sir.

Good.

Good morning, Christiane.

Good morning, Georges.

Got a haircut, eh?

How's everything this morning?

Bad.

The political situation.

You're interested in politics now?

Yes.

Georges Campo is interested
in everything now.

Even in his wife.

I said, even in his wife.

Georges.

What's wrong, honey?

Aren't you glad your loving husband
has completely recovered his memory?

Play a little croquet later, Freddie?

Oh, yes. If you want to.

I'll show you a stroke
that puts some English on the ball.

It's a trick I learned in Hong Kong
from a British sergeant

named Lagrange.

An old pal of mine.

Can you imagine, Freddie?
I thought my wife was a nun,

a saint, a statue.

I was wrong.

While you were gone
we had a second honeymoon.

Terrific.

Wasn't it, Christiane?

Wasn't it, Christiane?

No! No!

Kim! Kim!

No! No!

There's a phone here, isn't there, Kim?

- Yes' sir.
- Where is it?

What are you going to do now?

Call the police. That's what they're for.

Georges.

Hang up.

Two down, one to go.

- Are you going to kill me?
- Don't move.

Okay. But what then?

It's true that if you kill me
you'll have a week's head start

with the amount of traffic
in and out of this place.

Can I have a cigarette?

Yes.

Thanks.

My name really is Pierre Lagrange,
isn't it?

Yes.

I thought so.

You were nothing.

A drunken tramp of an ex-soldier.

I was the one who planned everything.

I killed my husband.

I arranged your accident and made it look
as if I'd been thrown clear.

I thought of the trapdoor and the dog.

When I saw the dog didn't kill you
but dug up the corpse,

I had it moved.

Do you understand?

But it won't do you any good.

Kim is the only witness, and I trust him.

That's all very interesting.

Stop. Stop.

Operator,
would you please give me the police?

Police?
I'm calling from the Château des Tours.

Would you come right away, please?

Excuse me? No, no.

Two people have been killed.

Yes.
It's difficult to explain on the phone.

All right, all right'
we won't touch anything. Thank you.

Nice job, Mrs. Campo.

Now what?

What are you going to do?

Pierre Lagrange has plenty of time
to think it over

before the police get here.

The men can do their work alone.

Is there someplace we can talk?

- Please.
- Thank you.

Now,
how did this double killing take place?

There was a violent argument

between our guest, Dr. Frederic Launay...

and our houseman.

He stabbed Dr. Launay...

and the doctor shot him.

I see.

- And now, sir, may I ask--
- Who am I?

I own this estate.

And your name?

Georges Campo.

We found this in the bedroom upstairs.

Georges, you are completely insane.

Georges.

You're suicidal.

You must kill yourself.

Now.

Suicide. Better than this madness.

Georges.

You want death.

THE END