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I can't see, could you
sit down for a moment?

- How are you doing?
- I'm fine.

I'll be right back.

Mrs. Miller's husband is Victoria's
new French teacher.

Good!

I'll leave you with Victor Allen.

Mr. Valette thinks he can make me have
a job at the French consulate.

You've been living here long?

I've lived in Jersey
longer than any other Frenchman.

I was told that you were a perfumer.

Yes, from father to son.

A small craft firm.

- Of repute?
- Yes.

May I?

I didn't have time to introduce you,
that was my wife

I'd really like to see
your perfume factory.

- I'll see you soon then.
- See you soon.

When will you come
and see my cuttings?

Tomorrow, Doctor.
Between 1:00 PM and...

She exhausted me!

Did she?

I wanted to tell you...

my firm asked me to stay
in Jersey one more week.

It will allow me to return
your kind invitations.

And I also meant to tell you

that it's very nice of you to let me
take your wife out.

I know many husbands

who'd beat me up for less.

You're really very cool!

Thank you.

You know, I never beat people up
like you say.

When I really dislike somebody,
I kill him.

Have you heard of Malcolm McRae?

You know, the Malcolm McRae mystery.

Yes, he was a friend of yours?

One of my wife's friends.

I don't find it funny!

The murderer was never found.

Confidentially,

I didn't kill him because of Mélanie

but because I found him common.

You're not serious.

Of course not.

Go!
I think Melanie is looking for you.

I really don't find it funny.

You've already told me that.

And you're wrong: this is funny.

How are you?

I'm fine

And Marion?

Very well.

What did the teacher's wife want?

Who?

I hope your friend enjoyed the evening.

Does he intend to settle in Jersey?

No, I think he'll leave very soon.

Marie, the Millers are leaving.

Shall we go home?

I'm tired.

What did you say to Joel?

To Joel?

I saw you talking to him.
Tell me!

You saw me?

Afterwards he looked strange.

Was he? What do you mean strange?

Strange!

And you found Mrs. Miller charming.

You saw me?

And your teeth?

- And your pee?
- Tomorrow...

Do I really sing off-key?

You sing off-key.

Mum is sleeping. Breakfast is burning.
We're very late.

Five: pass me the towel.

Judith says that her father
says that when the newspaper...

When the newspaper says
that it won't rain, it rains.

And I say that it won't rain.

This morning there are
warm and fresh croissants.

Very nice of you!

I'm late, I'm going to the factory.

Could you stop at the butcher's
on your way back?

- A roast for four .
- For four?

We have a guest for dinner.

Don't look so glum!
I invited...

Wait, let me guess.
It's... it's...

It's Joel!

Great!
You look lovely.

- Good evening!
- Good evening!

So you're the cook here?

I'm caught red-handed!

Help yourself to a drink, I'm coming.

All right, but a quick one.
I'm in a hurry.

- Won't you stay for dinner?
- Well, no, I...

I can't.

Actually I'm leaving tomorrow.

- But you told me...
- Yes, but it has changed.

They call me back to head office.

So I must be in Paris tomorrow.

Oh! We'll be sorry to see you go.

All the more reason to stay for dinner.

That's right! All the more reason.

No, sorry, it won't be possible.

If you happen to come to Paris,

phone me.

See you then!

Indeed!
Have a nice trip.

All right. You win.
What did you say to him?

Tell me.

Tell you what, darling?

What if asked Ralph to come?

Well, it seems you're really afraid
being bored tonight.

I can't stand this music any more.

I think Mélanie wants to dance.

I'm sorry. You don't like it.
So don't pretend.

Do you intend to stay here all night?

To tell the truth,
I chose the English start,

and I can't really get by.

Aren't you playing anymore?

I won.

Another drink?

Thank you. Not too much.

You're not trying to make me drunk,
are you?

I am.

Have fun, children,

I think I'll read a little.

Mom!
I can't sleep with all that racket!

No, I didn't notice anything.
What about you?

Sorry, honey.
Go back to bed.

We haven't seen you for a while.

Did you bring me a present?

I will, next time!

With him, it's always next time.

Go back to bed, my sweet.

- Do you like Ralph?
- Yes.

I like Malcolm better.

Of course, he always brought you presents.
You're the most corrupt woman I know.

Dad, are you jealous?

You mustn't, you know.

I like you better than anyone.

Thank you, you reassure me.

Now sleep.

What about my bedtime story?

Once upon a time,
the Princess had a dog and

four uncles who were kings.

The first one was called Aligoté.

He was the king of Zambezi

and of the surrounding area.

Will you have something to drink?

No thank you, I was about to leave.

- It's very late.
- No, very early.

It's almost breakfast time.
You won't leave like that, will you?

- Anyone for scrambled eggs?
- Yes, me.

- Sleep well?
- Very well,

however the sailor doesn't seem
to be in good shape.

If you want my opinion,
he is a bit fragile.

You won't regret having it.

I'm not hungry any more.

Come on, if you want to dance all night,
you need proteins.

Whom is this one for?
For citizen Ralph,

the skilled dancer,

the greatest sailor,

the lousy drinker.

Bye! I'm going to bed.

What's going on?

How do you feel? I'm a bit worried.

I feel seasick.

You're a nice guy.

You're really nice.

You should have thrown
me out a long time ago.

We're not in 19th century any more.

And when people annoy me,
I don't throw them out.

When they annoy me with Mélanie, I mean.

I kill them.

You're quite right!

I want to keep you, Mélanie
and you, as friends.

I like you.

Take Malcolm McRae, for example.
I killed him.

- Malcolm, it was you?
- It was me. With a hammer.

- In his apartment.
- With a hammer?

Between you and me,

he had sex with Melanie,
you understand?

- Does she know that?
- Nobody knows it.

Don't tell Melanie, all right?

I have to leave.

- Do you want me to drive you home?
- No, no.

You're too good.

- Thank you for everything.
- You're welcome.

- Is he gone?
- Yes.

You were very good.

Good!

I had the feeling you thought
I lacked manners.

You never lack manners.

Good night.

Do you know people talk about you?

About me?

About your murder.

Our smart captain told
the whole harbor.

Mélanie will be short of
devoted admirers.

My dear Vic,

I think now I will not dare entrust you
with my hydrangeas.

- What do you think, Mr. Valette?
- Dear doctor,

I share your concern.

You know what?
The shit's gonna hit the fan.

Go see what's wrong.

Did Ralph really believe
that I killed Malcolm?

Of course not!

Didn't he think it was funny?

What's so funny about it?

It's funny when I tell it.

I dreamt about you last night.

You were dancing in a garden with
a very clever young man and

not vulgar at all.

Mélanie...

Is it worth crying?

Are Joel or Ralph worthy
of one tear in those eyes?

I'm not crying because of them.

Because of me?

Because of us.

Do you have my comics?

The princess' magazine
hasn't arrived yet.

I'm not the princess,

because when the princess
wants a dog, she gets a dog.

"Malcolm McRae's murderer
has been arrested. "

The weather is fine, when shall we
go back for a picnic on the cliff?

Daddy, are you deaf or what?

See you tonight, behave yourself!

- Malcolm's murderer has been found.
- Really?

Aren't you happy?

You will read me the article
while I'm having my bath.

Miller said everywhere
that it was you.

Miller? Why?

I think he is slightly jealous of you.

Because of you?

Or because of you.

Hello Henry.

Congratulate me for what?
I didn't arrest him.

All the better. Bye bye!

- Who was it?
- The Consulate.

They're glad.

- Are you learning it by heart?
- I'm reading something else.

I'll have lunch with Evelyne
and I'll go to the library.

Is it enough for you or
do you want more details?

I'll go to the factory on foot.
Can you pick up tonight?

Why not?

This is Carlo Cannelli.

Carlo, this is my husband.

Nice to meet you.

Carlo is a pianist. He plays in the bar
at the Grand Hotel.

They must be looking for you.

No, Monday is my day of rest.

Like hairdressers.

You know,
I'll start playing the piano again.

Carlo will give me lessons
in the afternoon.

- Really?
- Shall we take you back?

Are you pleased with yourself?

Your zombie number
at the Grand Hotel bar,

you didn't think of anything better?

Sir, grandson of the Fish,
great-nephew of the Slug,

would you grant me a date?

You see? You can't stand it
when I have fun

Or when I play the piano.

You're mistaken.

And I am free not to acknowledge
Mr. Carlo Cannelli's presence.

You'll have to at next party.
He was invited.

- By you?
- By Evelyne.

But I arranged everything.
He made a good price. They were glad.

And on top of it, he gets paid.
Nice guy!

Anyway, the problem of
your dress is solved.

You can go as Lady Chatterley.

A lady who had sex with her servant.

All right. War.

- How are you?
- Fine. And Marion's fine too.

Let me introduce Carlo Cannelli who
accepted to play for us tonight.

This is Philip Cowan, the hotel
manager, an old friend of mine.

Where is the charming Mrs. Miller?

Over there, somewhere.

Follow me, the buffet is right here.
No problem finding us?

Do you think he's put the party
on his expense account?

Why don't you ask him?

It's deadly boring.

I don't think so.

And nobody forces you
to come and die with them.

You know this guy...

Miller...

He was seeing you in Court.

He had a wide-eyed faith
in Ralph's gossips.

In which case, Miller and I, we have
something in common.

We are the only two people

who were displeased by the arrest
of Malcolm Mc Rae's murderer.

You talk nonsense!

What were you doing here on your own?

Stay with us, we're going
to heat the pool.

Those who want to swim

can go into the changing-rooms.
There are swimsuits.

The door is locked.

You won't go swimming?

Good evening.

You look fine. I adore you.

Get in, it's great!

Trouble is that I have a little headache.

- Do you want a pill?
- Yes.

- Hi!
- Hi!

- Aren't you cold?
- No.

- Nice swimming-pool.
- It is, isn't it?

Vic, the Millers apologized,
she was tired.

Where's Carlo?

He's still in the pool,
I mean, he was when I left.

What is he doing?

They've known each other for long?

No, not really.

- What happened?
- I'll call Franklin!

He passed out?

Try mouth-to-mouth resuscitation

Don't you think we should
wrap him in a blanket?

He might have had muscle cramps.

I can't hear anything.
Do something!

How did it happen?

I don't know.
Five minutes ago.

He must be taken to hospital.

He will die!

You didn't want a pool,
you were right.

What was he doing when
you left the pool?

Nothing.

Didn't he say that the
water was too cold?

No

It's you.

You hit him and you drowned him.

She's delirious.

He hit him and drowned him,
I'll call the hospital.

Let go of me!
They must examine his head.

- Let me go!
- I'll phone! I'll phone!

Put me through with the E.R.

I'd like to know about Mr. Cannelli.

He must have arrived...

All right. Thanks.

He's dead.

They'll practice an autopsy.

Are you coming, Mélanie?

We're going home.

We're home.

What's going on?

- Carlo is dead.
- Is it true, daddy?

- Yes.
- How did he die?

He drowned in the hotel pool.

Had he eaten before going swimming?

You're hurting me.

And you didn't find anything, Doctor,

indicating that Mr. Canelli's death
might not be accidental?

- No, nothing.
- No sign of struggle?

Red blotches on his shoulders

which must have been made when
he was taken out of the pool

or when mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
was performed.

No bruising to the head?

None.

Your conclusions are the same
as the medical examiner's.

Yet the pool was heated.

All right.
I'm now asking all of you.

Has anybody here the slightest doubt

about the accidental nature
of Mr. Cannelli’s death?

Yes,

I.

I'm listening.

My husband didn't like him.

Do you mean that they quarreled?

No. He didn't like him
because I did like him.

And you think that your husband
was jealous of Mr. Cannelli?

Yes.

And that he killed him.

I have to ask you to get back
to your seat, madam.

Has one of you witnessed
a hostile move

from Mr. Allen towards Mr. Cannelli.

Mrs. Allen?

No.

But I know that he killed him.

Do you have any evidence?

Any clue?

No. I just feel it, that's all.

Can one of you say

that Mr. Allen is of a jealous
and irascible nature?

Your Honor, I’ve known Mr. Allen
for a long time,

and these suspicions are unbelievable

- and disgraceful.
- I consider Mr. Allen

to be the straightest man I know.

As there's no evidence
of the contrary,

I consider that Mr. Cannelli’s death
was accidental.

The investigation is closed.
Thank you.

I found you terrific.

It's only the beginning.

Daddy, did you really kill Carlo?

No, who told you so?

Julia swore it on her little brother's head

Poor little brother.

- It's great!
- But it's not true.

If it was true,
we shouldn't tell anybody, right?

No.

Already here?
That's a good surprise.

I must leave you. Bye!

- It was Dennis Miller.
- Who doesn't give his regards.

- Your recitation went all right?
- Not really.

Hello!

You must have forgotten,

but you said that
I could visit your factory.

I remember quite well.
Come in.

- For vials, I'm planning to...
- I wanted to tell you

that I don't approve
of what my husband does.

You don't?
And what does your husband do?

You mean the stories he tells about me?

I don't understand why
he takes out on you.

The only result is that we're hated.

That's it!

I wanted to apologize
on his behalf.

- Does he know that you're here?
- No.

Things turn sour between him and me.

Anyway, it's nice of you to have come.

Why did you do that?

Because I wish I had
loved someone like you.

And that I can't.

Give my regards
to your husband, Mrs. Miller.

- Shit! I give it up!
- Try again.

Or you won't win the contest.

- It's in two weeks, I've got
plenty of time. - No,

- it's just what you need.
- OK, let's try again.

You love mummy?

Of course I love her.
Why are you asking?

Because.

Do you love her?

Marion...

Good evening, everyone!

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Good evening.

Vic, let me introduce Robert Carpentier.

Robert Carpentier, this is my husband.

Mr. Carpentier carries out research on
Victor Hugo.

- He will stay in Jersey a few months.
- Very well.

What will you have to drink?

Whatever you want.

- You work in perfumes, don't you?
- I do.

Robert will stay for dinner.

- I'm honored but have we got...
- I bought some steaks.

- Very well. Who cooks?
- You do.

I'll show him the house.

Béatrice Marie Allen.
Marion to close friends.

- Hello, how old are you?
- I'm 18, what about you?

- I'm 28.
- Liar!

Marion, will you help me
with the cooking?

Come on, hurry up!

Come on.

You're right, tourism is destroying
the islands' culture.

"Pieces of France that fell into
the sea, fished out by England. "

Very pretty. Who wrote it?

Guess.

Hugo?

Bravo!

Aren't you tired?

I am.

Wait!

What is it?

It's the pink one we'd seen?

Robert, today is our seventh
wedding anniversary.

Congratulations!

- Eighth.
- Is it?

Good night Vic! Thank you!

My wife isn't here?

She went up a short while ago.

I don't want to throw you out,
but she is sleeping.

Is she? She told me
she'd come down again

- Excuse me.
- It's nothing, good bye.

Mélanie, it's me!

I left the car outside,
I must go out again.

Will you dine with us, Mr. Carpentier?

I don't want to impose on you.

Impose, my friend, impose
while you still can.

I hope I'm not interrupting
an important meeting

of Mélanie Allen's support committee.
- What do you want?

I want you to rid me of this bore

who doesn't leave my house,
wants to have sex with my wife

and has never read Hugo.
See whom I mean?

No.

- I thought you'd got balls, Mr. Miller.
- You usually have better manners.

That's right,
but usually I am in a better mood,

I was annoyed by your gossips.

- What gossip?
- Drop it.

No, no, I'll tell you.

My wife and Mr. Miller hired
a private detective, Mr. Carpentier,

to make me kill him.
I'm so jealous!

And in the same time, you'd got
the evidence that I had killed

the pianist. Right or wrong?

- Why should I answer?
- No reason.

Carpentier works for the "Confidentiel"
agency in Cherbourg.

Thank you.

- Give my regards to Mrs. Miller.
- My wife left me a week ago.

- Did she?
- She felt I was making too many enemies

but unlike you I don't need friends.
Good evening!

I forgot!

Who pays our friend Carpentier?
You do?

Yes, thanks, I'm waiting.

- Nice walk?
- Very nice.

Hello. It's about your employee,
Robert Carpentier.

Help yourself, I'm coming.

No, he's very nice, very friendly.

But...
Beware, it's hot!

the man he must tail knows about it.

Who am I?

The man he must tail.

That's it. The husband.

Charge his return ticket to my account.

because I understand that I'm...

Yes, that's it. Thank you again.

You're not eating?
It's good.

I received a letter from
Anthony Cameron.

He'll spend a few days here
at the end of the month.

Who is he?

You know, the Canadian who wants
to sell my perfumes in his country.

You don't give a damn, do you?

- No.
- All right.

Do you want a divorce?

I'll give you whatever you want,
except Marion.

- No.
- You don't want to?

No, we're not finished yet.

Is it a threat?

I hope you're as unhappy as I am.

I won!

Let's do it again, with the left arm,
so that you may have a chance.

Not now.

- Where are you going?
- I'll be right back.

Stay with me.

- Mr. Cameron?
- Mr. Allen?

Nice to meet you.

Let me introduce Anthony Cameron.
My wife, Melanie.

- Hello!
- Nice to meet you.

So, you're the American?

- No, Canadian.
- And you want to buy my husband?

Only his perfumes.

- To sell them in America?
- At a very high price.

- He came by boat, you know.
- From America?

No, from Ireland.
I like islands.

- I was born on an island.
- Jersey?

- No, he is from Jersey.
- And you?

- From Ile-de-France.
- The most beautiful one.

You know, there aren't many perfumers
working the way you do.

I know. I do many things that
no one does any more.

- You're making it up.
- Not at all.

I swear!
That's the way it was there.

If you'd known my father,
the Vancouver orchestra...

Too late! It's closed.

Good! I hate visits.

Me too.

- Shall we go back?
- No,

it's not the castle I wanted Anthony
to see, it's the view from the castle.

Aren't you tired of him?

- No, I find him refreshing.
- You do?

Can you tell me why he is refreshing?

Yes, he is everything you're not.

Will you see him again?

Of course. Won't you?

I don't want to do business
with him anymore.

Are you still as unhappy?

It's getting late.
You should go to bed.

Marion!
When is your contest?

- On Saturday.
- And when is Saturday?

- The day after tomorrow.
- Why are you fooling around then?

I'm the one who should be scolded.

Oh, I hadn't seen you.
How are you doing?

What about you?

- Daddy!
- Yes?

- Are you still here?
- Yes.

Come close to me.

Go to sleep. It's late.

Isn't their racket over?

Go to sleep.

- How can I sleep with all that rackat?
- Racket, not rackat.

- A story?
- No!

I want a story.

It's the story of Samson.

Samson was the strongest
man in the world and

he fought against the Philistines.

Who are the Philistines?

Vulgar people. Noisy too.

But powerful.

Samson was stronger than they were,
until the day when he met Delilah.

She was very beautiful.

The Philistines paid her to discover
the secret of Samson's strength.

So every day
she asked him for his secret

and every day Samson told her a lie.

And the Philistines weren't able
to catch Samson.

Then, Delilah started crying,

sulking,

so that he'd tell her his secret.

So eventually he told her the truth,

and he lost his strength.

The Philistines caught him,
gouged out his eyes

and they tied him up in a temple

where everyone came and laughed at him.

What was his secret?

His hair.

- It's a sad story.
- No.

Because one day, while everyone
was making fun of him,

Samson leant against the columns
that held up the temple,

- his hair had grown again,
so he'd got his strength back -

and he made the whole temple collapse,

killing thousands and
thousands of Philistines.

But he died too.

Yes.

But it did not matter anymore.

Sleep now.

But why did Samson
tell the girl his secret?

I don't get it.

I don't either.
Sleep.

I didn't hear you get up.

Aren't you cold?

- Are you seeing Cameron this afternoon?
- No, but he'll be here for dinner.

Vic, I will accept your offer.

Which one?

- You know, the divorce.
- Yes.

Whenever you want.

What happened that
made you change your mind?

It's not Mr. Cameron, is it?

Yes, Mr. Cameron.

This clown, with his clarinet?

It's a clown with a clarinet
that I need now.

- Marion stays with me.
- Vic...

50,000 Francs per year, all right?

All right. How shall we do?

Well, you accuse me of adultery.

I'll do it tomorrow.

Vic, would you be kind enough

to give us two or three dozens
of your snails for dinner?

My snails are not for eating.

They're not!

Then, what's their use?

They're of no use.

You have so many,
you could give us some.

Cooking snails is his specialty.
Come on!

No!

I told Mr. Cameron that my snails
are not for eating.

Only three dozens.

One for you,
one for him, and one for me.

I said no!

- Daddy, did your snails eat today?
- Yes.

Then it's impossible,

you have to make them disgorge
before eating them.

Come on.

- Sorry, I didn't want...
- It doesn't matter.

- I'm hungry!
- You should have had breakfast.

I feel nervous, it prevents me from
eating, but not from being hungry.

It's at 11.
You'd better not be late.

It will be all right.

If I win, I'll have the dog.
You promised.

- Are you leaving?
- Melanie talked to you?

- Yes.
- We're leaving tomorrow.

I'd like to talk
about all this with you.

I haven't got time now.
I have to go to the factory.

Will you come with me?

All right.

You can smell the sea.

- Hello!
- Hello!

What will Julie play?

Nothing,
she caught measles yesterday.

Hard luck!
Give her some Sofirez syrup.

- Is it any good?
- Yes, very good.

And you can find it anywhere.

Ladies and gentlemen,
dear children,

I won't make a long speech,

we all know why we're here today.

We will start our little celebration
with the traditional piano contest.

I'm pleased to introduce

Miss Béatrice Marie Allen.

Daddy, Percival is in so angry

that I didn't win the first prize
that he won't eat!

Something wrong?

I'll do the cooking,
how many of us for dinner?

Why are you asking?

Because I'd like to know if Mr. Cameron

will honor us with his presence
or if he won't.

I don't know.

- You're not eating
- Percival and I, we're too angry.

Well, in that case...

Come on, it's ridiculous.

He's probably been delayed.

Eat something.

Yes, I'll call her.

It's Julie.

Hello, are you in bed?
Are you all red?

Why are you so pleased
with yourself tonight?

What did you tell him?

- To whom?
- Anthony.

Why? What's going on?
He is missing?

I don't know.
Nobody knows where he is.

He must have left.

All his things are in his hotel room,
how can you explain that?

He wouldn't have left without paying.

I explain nothing, but anyway...

He would not have left like this.

He may have been frightened eventually.

Frightened of you?

He could not have been
frightened of me.

Something happened to him.

It's you.

I'll tell everybody!
I'll tell everybody.

- Let go of me!
- I'll drive you.

Avermal.

Allen, Victor.

Please sit down.

What happened to you?

- I fell down the stairs.
- Were you there?

Yes.

Mr. Allen, you met Mr. Cameron
last Saturday at 10:15 AM,

in front of the St Hélier
travel agency.

That's right.

I was sure you'd seen him
Saturday morning.

An employee of the agency told us
that he got into your car.

So you're the last person
who saw Mr. Cameron.

He had an appointment
at his hotel at 1:00PM,

but he didn't come.

- With you?
- Yes.

Can you tell me what happened exactly?

I saw him coming out of the agency,

I asked him if he wanted me
to give him a lift

- he asked me to leave him at the harbor.
- What time was it?

10:15 or 10:30 AM.

He didn't say anything?

- No.
- And then?

I drove up to my factory
to get a little dog

that I had bought the day before
for my daughter.

She worked hard for the piano
contest.

Yes, you arrived at the school
at about 11:00 AM.

Mrs. Allen came a few minutes later.

Mr. Allen,

why didn't you tell before

that you had seen
Mr. Cameron that morning?

To protect my wife.

Her reputation.

To prevent her from looking ridiculous.

She probably forgot to tell you
that she was about to sue me

for divorce.

To leave with Mr. Cameron.

- Is this the truth?
- Yes.

You've known Cameron
for about a week.

Five days.

And you wanted to divorce
to marry him.

Yes.

I fear...

Forgive me, Mélanie.

that, frightened by the definitive
plans that my wife had made,

Cameron very simply flew away.

That will be all for today.
Thank you.

Goodbye, madam.

- Avermal, does the name ring a bell?
- Yes, I saw him yesterday.

He just left the Consulate.
It's starting again, isn't it?

What?

Don't pretend you don't know.

The same story as with the pianist.

A guy dies or vanishes and

your old lady finds it clever
to put the blame on you.

- Mélanie isn't my old lady.
- What happened to your head?

I fell down the stairs.

Anyway, I took great delight
telling him what I know of Mélanie

and what I think of you.

May I ask you a question?

Why don't you divorce her?

Thank you for coming.

The detective suggested
that the case would soon be closed,

since, except for Mélanie's ramblings,
nothing indicates that the Canadian's dead.

You'll see, he will resurface soon.

You think so?

Go to sleep.

Vic?

Come in.

Come here.

Actually, you know,
I'm glad I didn't leave.

You changed the lampshade?

That's better, the light is softer.

The rest doesn't matter.

What are you thinking about?

About Samson.

Good night.

"Meet us on the cliff at 5 PM."

Happy Birthday!

I'd completely forgotten!

We hadn't.

Not too close to the edge, Marion.

I was frightened.

So was I.

Come on.

We're going home.

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