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-You're a shit.
-The vulgar language now?

Being with you makes a person vulgar.

I hate you. You're ugly. You disgust me.

-What else?
-You're not very good in bed.

A real white male.

Shrew.

Has he seen the body?

Have you seen the body?

Not a trace. It's a convertible.

It must have floated up.

They haven't seen a thing.

I'd be surprised if they found it
with this tide.

Over and out.

I'm Claude's brother.

You got here quickly.

They told me right away.

How did it happen?

We were driving fast. We lost control.

That I know. But how did you
manage to escape?

I… I jumped.

But not Claude?

He was trying

to shift gears. He tried to break.
I reacted faster.

Please, let's not talk about it.

How fast were you going?

I don't know.

Were the treads low?

I don't know.

Before you leave,
come and sign your statement.

I hope the sea sends him back.

Where will you go now?

I don't know. Back to Paris.

I can't stay here.

Try to think about something else.

I can't.

Did you love him?

Are you from Vienna?

No, Linz.

But I met him in Paris.

Well, it was an accident.

It's awful, I know, but…

But what?

Nothing. There's nothing to be said.

No, nothing.

And you?

Did you love him?

Yes, of course.

To be frank, we didn't know each other
well. I lived in the US, and he…

We didn't have much to talk about.

Did you get hurt jumping out?

Jumping out?

Jumping out of the car.

Well…

Excuse me, I don't feel well.

-Where do you live?
-Quai de l'Hôtel de Ville.

What's wrong?

Drive faster, please. I can't bear it.

Here we are.

You have my number. Call me if you need…

No, nothing.

I'll think of you.

Serge. I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

Get in.

I heard a gunshot.

You must have dreamt it.

No, I'm certain someone fired a gun.

Of course not.

Look, it's the same gun.

The same one?

Why the same one?

Come on, calm down. It's normal,
after what you've been through.

Lie down.

My name is Dorothy. Ring any bells?

No, sorry.

I'm Serge's ex-wife.

I'm not the new one.

What a relief.

It's fine that he left me, but that he
hides my existence from his girlfriends.

What are you doing here,
if you don't mind my asking?

I'm a friend of his brother's.

I see.

What was his name, again?

That's right. I'm sorry.

Serge isn't too upset?

Not really.

It's true
they didn't know each other very well.

My God, what a mess.
He hasn't changed.

He truly hasn't.

If I weren't around…

I love your slacks.

What do you think of him?

Who?

He's very nice.

The Moon…

It's all you hear about.

Do they look alike?

Not at all.

Were… Forgive my indiscretion,

but were you in the car with him?

Yes. You said he left you?

The bastard. On my 25th birthday.

I still love him. Are your slacks antelope?

No, they're suede.

He'll go mad when he sees
that I've cleaned the place.

-Why?
-He won't know where anything is.

I like order. I'm a businesswoman.

I run an office

where we get anything for anyone

with a simple phone call:

a Rolls Royce, an elephant, a cop,

a secretary, a Louis XV chest of drawers…

-Everything.
-Other than lonely Swedish girls.

How did it happen?

What?

The accident.

Badly. Hold on, I hear someone.

You should mess everything up again.

It's the cleaning lady.

I like you.

You're nice.

Serge Rebon to the telephone.

They're asking for you.

-Who?
-A lady. She insisted.

Hello? Is that you, Serge?

Can you hear me? Listen,
I need to talk to you.

Serge, hello?

Talk louder. It's hard to hear.

I can't understand you.

Come quick. Serge.

Who is it?

What's going on?

Forgive me, Serge.

I'm such an idiot.

Forgive me.

I was in a meeting
with some foreign buyers, and you…

I'm sorry.

Don't be too upset with me.

After what happened, I'm a nervous wreck.

-Sometimes, I…
-What?

I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

I realise how foolish it is,

but I can't control it.

How did you get along with my brother?

Very well. I told you.

But that's all.

It depended on the day.

I don't want to speak ill of my brother,
but it can't be said

that Claude was a…

Take an aspirin and lie down.

No, I'm fine.

What were you doing in Brittany with him?

Nothing special. A weekend that went long.

A lover's hike?

Sort of.

I can't understand the accident.

Please, let's not discuss it. Just…

after we fought, we…

-You fought?
-A little.

I thought you got along well.

It happens to everyone.

True.

-Why did you argue?
-Please, Serge.

Who the hell moved everything.

-Dorothy, I bet.
-Yes, your wife.

Ex-wife.

Except, she thinks we're still together.

She won't give me the keys back.

What can I do? Press charges?

She invited you to a party.
She's having some sponsors over.

-When?
-Tonight.

What does that have to do with me?

Apparently they're rather dull.

I see. The same old story.

The instant something's bothering her,
she's off.

She gets on my nerves.

I'm too good to her.

Speaking of, what about you?
When are you planning to go home?

Would you mind if I stayed another night?

I'm sorry to impose,
but I'll feel better in a couple days.

I have plenty of room.

But I won't have much time for you.

I have a great deal of work.

I won't bother you, promise.

Serge. I'm afraid.

The chocolate mousse is very nice.

Wonderful. Congratulations.

It's the only thing I know how to do.

In the kitchen, at least.

It's more than enough. What a treat.

And this Taittinger.

Poor thing.

I always got her on her burnt stews.

I couldn't live on coffee, could I?

A bundle of nerves like me.

What time is it?

I was telling Mr. Augier

about the adventure I had
at the tax-collector's.

I get there,

after an endless journey

from the Pont de l'Alma
to Porte de Saint-Cloud.

Apparently traffic is the worst
on Thursdays.

Calling people in on a Thursday.

So I get there, fifteen minutes late,

and as I'm parking…

I'll spare you the details,

some rude man takes my spot
right out front.

I was backing in,
and he pulls in from behind.

So I said, "Excuse me, sir,

but you can't do that."

You know what he said to me?
You know what, Louis?

What time is it?

And that's not all.
I get to the tax-collector's office,

and they make me wait a half an hour,

-Thirty-five minutes to be precise.
-It's upside-down.

How can you make someone wait
who's bringing you money.

Shit… Is that all?

That's a nice ring.

What time is it?

You don't have a watch?

No. Not since you lost mine.

You can buy yourself a new one,
with what you make.

'What I make.' Christ.

Now that I'm single again,
with all my bills, believe me…

Right. Who wanted to leave?

Anyone would have left.

-Thank you very much.
-Let's not rake up the past.

Although…

There'd be a lot to say.
Your ridiculous scenes over nothing,

your forgetfulness,
the job you made me miss,

with your fake phone number.
Over 100,000 francs.

New francs. Remember?

-You're annoying me.
-Your stupid jealousy.

I never once cheated on her.

Lucky me.

Now tell me what time it is.

Buy yourself a watch at Prisunic
and leave me alone.

If you don't tell me the time,
I'll tell them you made me come because

you were afraid you'd get bored.

Fool.

It's odd, a magazine with no gun,
don't you think?

You know, a woman's handbag
is like Ali Baba's cave.

-Do you practice much?
-What?

-Shooting.
-I'm a champion.

Where's the revolver?

In another bag.

What are you afraid of?

Ghosts.

But it goes right through them.

-You seem strange.
-Me?

You think I killed someone?

Who said anything like that?

With or without?

With.

Forgive me for bringing it up again,

but there's one thing I don't get.

How could you, a slight woman,

jump from the car, whereas my brother was…

It's not a question of strength.

Very well, if you say so.

Did you call the police?

No, a local driving by did.
I was only half-conscious.

You told me you came to
like nothing had happened.

I mean, I was in shock,
so I didn't see the car sink.

And then, I…

I've explained this twenty times.

What are you afraid of?

I'm not answering you anymore.

It's strange that the body wasn't found.

He didn't have a cannonball tied to him.

Like your magazine, is that normal?

Even in Ali Baba's cave.

Do you have a permit?

If not, and you get arrested,
it could cost you.

You need a pretty good reason
to take that risk.

Don't you think?

I know girls are distracted,
that some walk around

with a gun in their handbag, but you?

It's not like you.

Answer, for Christ's sake.

Well, I'll keep talking.

You're afraid. You acknowledged it.

And… don't stop me from talking.

Speak, speak.

Talk.

Get dressed and pack your bag.

Let's go for a walk. I had a bad week.

Where?

Surprise.

Claude was a odd chap.

I've never met anyone so twisted.

When we were children, he'd accuse me
of doing his dirty deeds.

He must have led you on, too.

Why did you sleep with him?

You know.

He was very nice, he had free time.

All girls end up giving in, don't they?

You've got no illusions about women.

No illusions.

And why did you end up with me?

Same answer.

I'm sick of this. It's all such a pain.

You like Brittany?

Of course. You should know I love it here.

Serge. Serge, what's wrong?

-What do you want now?
-You'll see.

What time did the accident happen?

Seven o'clock, I think.

-Which way were you coming from?
-That way.

And you were going fast?

Yes, very fast.

And the car went off that way?

Why didn't you jump?

You won't get away with this.

-Have you finished?
-Shut up.

You'll do as I say.

No. Let me go.

Wait here.

Don't go. It's madness.

How long has he been down there?

About forty minutes.

It's over there.

There he is...

Are you alright?

We were concerned.

Did you find something?

Why did you call the police?

I was afraid for you.

It's an obsession with you.

You think I killed him?

Why would I have called the police?

So they wouldn't suspect you.

-Leave me alone.
-You too.

-You didn't cry much.
-Neither did you.

I'm his brother.

You slept with me two days later.

You too.

-Where did you park?
-There.

Welcome.

-Two rooms?
-One.

What room did you have with Claude?

Five.

I have three, which looks out
on the grounds, with a bath.

Can we have five?

Yes, but…

I had it three years ago, and…

I liked it there.
So if it's all right with you, I…

Of course. May I take your bags?

They're in the boot.

I'll show you to the room.

Five, six, seven.

Here's your gun back.

A little rusty. Forgive me.

How do you know it's mine?

The magazines are the same.

Speaking of, there's a bullet missing.

Who were you practising on?

A ghost?

You think I killed him?

I don't know.

Why did you lie to me
and say you got along with him?

Nobody could,

especially not girls.
They all finished with him.

They were fed up after two weeks.

Well…

I hated him.

He was…

bitter, jealous to the point
of insanity. He couldn't see you.

He literally tortured me.

I'm thrilled, happy, delighted
that he's dead.

Why didn't you leave him?

I did. He found me. He begged me
to come here with him, saying

that a change would help us see clearly.

And…

I was weak enough to accept.
It was terrible.

Why did you have this gun?

That's doesn't concern you.

Did you kill him?

I don't believe you.

No one's forcing me to talk to you.

No one saw us arguing, Claude and me.

It'd be easy to lie to you.

-Where's the missing bullet?
-I don't know.

Lost somewhere.

It's true, Serge.

He was threatening me. I thought
he was going to strangle me. I shot,

and he turned the gun away. I swear.

That's not very convincing.

Don't be stupid.

I could have lied,
said I shot for pleasure,

at a crow on the side of the road.

-I could have--
-Where did it happen?

Here, in the courtyard,
under the dining room windows.

And no one heard?

I don't know. We left.

Anybody around?

Coming.

What's going on?

So…

Sorry to bother you.

Do you know the woman
who's upstairs with me?

I don't think I remember.

She came...

three days ago. She stayed here.

That's possible. Yes, perhaps.

So, I came to apologise for her, because

when she left, she shot at… a bird.

It was a crow. And…

She had a little 6,35
a little revolver for target shooting.

-I hope she didn't wake anyone.
-I didn't hear anything.

Nothing?

Really?

Well, good.

No gunshot below the window.

But you know, the gun isn't very loud.

And it was windy.

For the last time, what are you afraid of?

Of…

First of all, of being suspected.

And it's true, I wanted him dead.

His death helped me out.

Alright, what else?

It's idiotic, but I feel like
I'm being followed.

Who would be following you?

Nobody, of course. It's just a feeling.

Did you sleep with him here?

How did you kill him?

At the edge of the cliff,
and then you sent the car over the side?

Please, Serge. I've told you so many times
how it happened.

How did he make love?

Be quiet.

You'll end up making me hate you too.

Why did you kill him?

The brown shoes, in the case there.

-You know the good spots.
-As do you.

Thanks to Serge.
It's one of the few things I owe him.

-We're in the same boat.
-And the same mess.

-Is Serge nice these days?
-He's adorable.

He was a nasty piece of work with me.

The only time he was in a good mood
was when he was reading the paper.

I wonder why he married me.

I was mad about him.

What was Claude like?

Very different.

Very nice.

I don't see why you'd have your heart set
on the older one

after getting rid of the younger one.

Rid of?

How does it feel
to sleep with two brothers?

Are you sad?

He's been making my life hell
for the past two weeks.

He argues with me,
torments me over nothing.

I can't bear it anymore.

Finish with him. They seem to love it
in their family.

I…

Let's play a little trick on him.

Get your things and come stay with me.

-I can't.
-The other pair. Why? I know him.

He'll be furious,
especially if he knows it's me.

That's really kind of you, but no.

Do it for me.

Let me enjoy myself.

He's put me through enough.

So messed up.

That shrew.

Can't you go any faster?

Missed…

Take that.

Fascinating.

I need another.

What about me?

If I know Serge,

he's on his twelfth.

Speaking of, why don't…

Why don't you come work with me?

We'll go find handmade baskets,

Senegalese grooms,

antique candelabras,

menopausal duchesses…

Where are you going?

Shut up.

-You're a real man.
-Get out.

This is my home.

That's right.

I don't care. Get out.

Want a drink?

I'll get you one.

It's bad…

Be nice and get out of here.

I have to talk to her,
and I don't want you listening.

-You're very direct.
-As usual.

Do you want me to go?

What time is it?

It's…

five after eight.

At night?

At… at night.

Well, that's perfect timing. I have a date

with my new boyfriend,

the most handsome Sicilian man.

So.

I wanted to tell you…

That it's not because you…

I totally forget what I…

-What you…
-…wanted to say.

I completely forgot.

What about me?

I'm here, too.

Of course, no one cares.

-Wench.
- Swine.

Tributary of the Ubangi.

I don't care. This is boring.

-Why are you laughing?
-Why are you?

-I'm not laughing.
-Me neither.

-Why did you kill him?
-I didn't kill him, stupid.

And besides, why are you making
such a big deal about it?

Don't you always say
you don't care about your brother?

-That's true.
-So?

What's stopping me from…

What's stopping you?

-No, what's bothering me.
-What's bothering you?

I know you did it.

I'm so tired of this.

I don't care about him.

-I can't even go to the police.
-Why?

Think about it. It's impossible.

Why?

I wouldn't…

I wouldn't turn in the woman I love.

What?

Repeat what you just said.

I said I can't go see the police. Shit.

No, no. Why?

Because you love me?

Yes. I love you.

I love you.

But you're still a real she-devil.

It's urgent, sir.

Sabine, cancel all my meetings.
I'm going away.

And call me a taxi for the airport.

-If someone asks for you?
-I'll be back tonight.

someone wants to board their cat,
but there's nothing available.

They're insisting. What can I do?

Tell them to go to hell.

Go to the Galleries Lafayette,

ask for Helene Menant,

and find out what
the cheapest things they have are.

Go right now.

Aren't you sick of eccentrics?

It pays, darling.

The odder they are, the more they pay.

The body was found yesterday,
in a boat's net.

The face is deformed,

and we can't get any prints.

But we have reason to believe
it's your brother.

According to the autopsy,

he's been dead about three weeks,

around the date
of your brother's accident.

Second, the body was found
near the Pointe Du Vent,

which leads us to believe
the current took him this way.

Third, he's the same height, same age.

And despite the discolouration
from the salt water,

the scraps of clothing
and the hair colour correspond.

Was… was a bullet found in the body?

A bullet? Why?

No reason. You never know.

Sir, can you identify the body?

Give the lovely Dorothy a hug for me.

There's always something going on
at the Galleries.

At the main staircase,
and on the first floor,

ask for Sirius, who will answer
all your questions

and resolve all your problems.

You're not going say hello?

Why aren't you saying hello?

After all this time,

you owe me that,

You don't love me anymore?

Fine.

Not that I care.

I knew you'd come running here.

Nothing to say?

Aren't you happy?

You should be.

If I'm alive, then you're innocent.

Go away.

Don't be afraid. I'm going to disappear.

But,

aren't you interested to know
how I'm here?

No, not at all.

But it's quite an enthralling story.

If the car wasn't a convertible,
I'd be dead.

Instead, I swam up to the surface
just fine.

I saw you on the cliff,
and it gave me an idea.

I swam underwater, near the rocks,

and I washed up on a shoreline further on.

Want to hear the next part?

I hitch-hiked to Paris,
and I avoided everyone.

I followed you.

It was enjoyable,

and it frightened you. And here I am.

Now I'm heading to Canada.
I've got some money there.

What do you think of my plan?

Nothing.

That's because you haven't understood.

Do you love him?

That's none of your business.

It's my business twice over.

My own brother stealing my girlfriend.

I'd already left you.

Fine. But what counts is the result.

I disappeared.
Everyone thought I was dead.

Which means I am dead.

You don't understand.

If I'm dead, it means you killed me.

Not necessarily.

At least in Serge's mind,
it's the most important thing.

I know my brother well.

In certain ways, he's like me.

He'll want to know.

He won't give you a moment's rest.
He'll torture you.

Your nice love story is all over.

Quite good, isn't it?

-You can't do this.
-I'll stop myself.

-It's too vile.
-Don't be stupid.

You wanted me dead.

So I'm dead.

You are mad.

Couldn't put it better myself.

Do you hate me, at least?

You have no idea how much.

Perfect. Well done.

That's a little extra spice.
I'm going to have a good laugh.

Remember the day after Christmas
at Saint Tropez?

Yes, shut up.

On the hotel patio,

with the cicadas, the moonlight,
the breeze.

Remember?

I said shut up.

I cared nothing about you, you idiot.

I was enjoying myself,

but you already made me sick.
I thought you were despicable, stupid,

and a bore.

Not fun at all.

Bitch.

What are you doing in the dark?

I killed him.

What?

I killed him.

I know you didn't.

-I killed him.
-Don't talk nonsense.

I'd have gone mad, too, if someone
tortured me the way I did you.

His body was found.

There was no gunshot.

I just got back from Brest.

Are…

Are you sure it's him?

Positive.

Same height, same age,
same time in the water.

There's no doubt.

The nightmare's over.

You're innocent, my love.

You're innocent, don't you realise?