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WEDDING IN BLOOD

A FILM BY CLAUDE CHABROL

ORESTE: GODDESSES, IT IS UP TO YOU TO DECIDE IF I AM INNOCENT OR GUILTY.

I SUBMIT MYSELF TO YOUR JUDGEMENT.

MINERVA: THIS IS A DIFFICULT CASE.

WHAT MORTAL WOULD DARE TO JUDGE HER?

AESCHYLUS EUMENIDES, ACT IV, SCENE 1

Please, leave me alone.

Don't be afraid. I didn't mean anything by it.

Forgive me.

I really don't feel well.

Do you want me to ask the doctor to stop by?

Oh...

I'm full of pills already.

I'm going back to bed.

I'll have some vegetable broth later.

Again?

If I were you, I'd eat something a little more substantial.

There's cold chicken in the fridge for you.

-Hello, sir. -Hello, ma'am.

Hello.

Hello.

Hey, Pierre!

How are you?

-Bridge tonight? -No, sorry.

How is Clotilde?

Still the same.

If you see the doctor, ask him to stop by if he can.

-OK. -Goodbye.

-Have you been waiting long? -It doesn't matter.

-My love. -Come.

Oh, I love you. I love you.

I love you.

That's it for today.

Oh, my darling.

It doesn't matter.

I wish I could sleep with you.

Maybe we could go back to the castle?

It wouldn't be reasonable.

Not reasonable...

I love you.

See you tomorrow.

-Good evening, Mom. -Good evening.

Paul is home already.

Yes, I know, I saw his car.

You got home earlier than usual.

Yes, I missed you.

I like my wife to be waiting for me at home.

It won't happen again.

I'm starving. What's for dinner?

Chicken.

Lefranc is a sneaky bastard,

acting all meek and mild.

He's a disgusting, rotten piece of trash,

utter garbage - anyway.

He suggested,

with his usual prudishness, that I

should not go directly to the minister.

As a result, the case slipped through my fingers.

I was so furious that I left when the session was suspended.

I've had just about enough of them and the General's remembrance.

You're just saying that because you're angry.

Look, the municipality is mine.

I'm sure to be reelected.

That's more than they can say for themselves,

believe me.

I'm sure you're right.

Since Frantz and Alfred arrived, I feel like I'm in paradise.

All we needed was you, my dear Honoré.

I'd like another cup of coffee.

Here.

I'm exhausted, I'm going to bed.

Excuse me.

Of course.

You work too hard, you'll kill yourself.

I can't say the same for you.

Yes, but women are different.

There are women who are deputy mayors.

My dear Hélène, ask your mother if she wasn't happy

that I offered you an education and I am paying for your schooling.

Delighted. And I was delighted that you chose me too, my dear.

You make me very happy.

You both make me very happy.

Thank you.

I don't understand how you can watch this nonsense.

But it's up to you, the...

elected officials,

to take care of business.

Good night.

Good night, Mom.

Mom?

Is he asleep?

Undoubtedly. Come with me.

Shh.

Go on, get into bed.

We are very happy

and very honored to have you here with us,

Mr. Deputy Mayor,

and you, ma'am, at our end-of-year celebrations.

We know what a busy man you are,

and with what dedication and talent

you defend the interests of our province

in Parliament.

That makes us all the more grateful to you

for being here with us tonight.

My dear friends, of all ages...

Well done, Mrs. Delamare. Thank you.

Thank you for agreeing to do this.

And thank the deputy mayor for attending too.

We think he will be delighted.

It's a very important game, you know.

Next year, I think I'll enroll my boys.

You won't regret attending this event either.

And make sure to thank the deputy mayor for us. Thank you.

See that guy...

with his arms crossed, the one who looks fairly...

I have to talk to you. His name is Pierre Maury.

I've been strongly advised to add him to my list for the municipal vote.

He's from the left, you know,

so he might win over some undecided voters.

That way Mahé would be completely lost at sea.

Are you listening?

Yes, I am.

What do you think?

I don't know, I don't know him.

I'm going to invite him.

Mrs. Delamare?

Yes.

Pierre Maury.

Hello.

The mayor has done me the honor

of inviting me to be on his list

at the next municipal elections.

Ah, yes, he mentioned that.

Should I accept?

Why not?

This is my daughter.

Your daughter? Surely you're not old enough to be her mother.

Yes.

Mom won't tell you, but she was very young when I was born.

-Hello, ma'am. -Hello.

Am I interrupting something?

Oh, no, not at all. Goodness, I was just reading.

I was reading.

I was about to fall asleep, actually. Please, come in.

Before he left for Paris, Mr. Delamare asked me

to put together a little report

on the Glangeaud land,

behind the castle.

Here it is.

My husband won't be home until the day after tomorrow.

I know, but I think this report is...

better off here than in my home.

Would you like something to drink?

Yes, I'd love that.

Tea?

Tea would be perfect.

I'll make it myself, the maid is out.

I don't want to put you out.

You're not.

Can I help you?

With pleasure.

I hear your wife is ill.

Yes, there's always something.

That's a shame.

I don't think she takes much pleasure in life, anymore.

That's no reason to make yourself sick.

I agree.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

Me neither. My head is spinning.

-It's going to be very complicated. -Yes, very.

My angel.

I've never made love with anyone like I do with you.

What's that?

Don't say anything.

Look, a shoe. Let's try to catch it.

We don't have time. And there aren't any fish here.

My dad told me to fish over there.

-There's nothing here. -Who cares about your dad?

He doesn't know anything about fishing.

Come on, let's go over there.

Just imagine.

Imagine how horrible it would be if someone saw us.

Delamare. Delamare.

-Delamare. Delamare. Delamare. -Delamare.

-Mahé. -Delamare.

-Couchaux. -Delamare...

So?

-It's going well. -It's in the bag, miss.

You aren't going anywhere, Mr. Mayor.

Good to hear.

We're very well established.

Yes.

My dear Maury, we will be governing together.

I'm going to suggest you as my deputy.

Ma'am.

Miss.

-Are you interested in all this? -I love politics.

Isn't that something.

-I'm from the left. -Ah.

So am I.

But it's not the same left.

I have to be in Paris at 11:00 tomorrow morning.

TOMORROW AT 6 P.M. IN THE CASTLE STATE ROOM

No, not that way. Please, follow me.

This is the second floor corridor, which is 80 meters long...

On your right and left...

...two magnificent ceramic vases from China.

This is the state room,

the Empire sitting room, which was given to the prince of Courlandes

by the ladies of the court of the king of Spain, Ferdinand VII,

during his residence at the castle, which lasted six years.

The upholstery on the chairs uses the Saint-Cyr petit point technique.

In the middle, we have the table of the Congrès de Vienne.

Follow me, please.

This is the gallery.

Next to the door, we have a cupboard from the Empire period.

Above it, a bronze reproduction of the Ariadne in the Vatican.

The princess of Chalais, maiden name de la Trémoille,

whose second husband was Flavio Orsini.

The portrait of the king of Saxe,

given to the prince of Courlandes and painted by Gérard.

On your right, a Louis XVI dresser.

I'm the king of Spain.

-Here. -Oh.

Come here.

-You're crazy. -Why?

We'll be alone, they're closing in two minutes.

-They'll lock us in, then. -No, I have a key.

But what if someone sees us?

There are 60 rooms.

Doesn't the idea of making love in a historical bed excite you?

You excite me.

We're like kings, here.

My queen.

Wait.

Oh, shit.

Careful, it's going everywhere.

So?

Here.

-It's warm. -So?

So it's warm.

I was 17 when she was born.

Were you in love?

I would have liked to have gotten rid of it, but I didn't know how.

And he just left. I never saw him again.

His name was Léopold, can you imagine?

It's a name like any other.

I disagree.

And then?

And then I stayed in Châteauroux.

Where are you going?

To get a cigarette.

My parents took care of the little one;

they took her with them.

That didn't last for long.

And that's when I got a job at a shoe store.

Did you date?

A bit, yes.

You know, there was a US military base nearby, back then.

Then both my parents died in the space of three months.

Then things got tough, because I had to take the kid back.

And I was still working.

It was very, very hard for a year or a year and a half.

That's when I met Paul.

That was a bit of luck.

You can say that again.

It was fantastic.

But... it could have been better.

What do you mean?

I don't want to go into too much detail.

It was... You know, it was... very, very calm.

Very, very, very, very calm. Calm and flat.

Did you cheat on him?

No. No, I didn't.

At first, because I was scared. And later... you know,

I didn't even think about it anymore.

What time is it?

8:00, 8:30.

Couldn't you have come a little earlier?

My poor darling.

We're fucking on a nice bed, but it feels a bit dirty.

It's better than nothing, isn't it?

Apparently, a group of young people from the town or its surroundings

think they can do whatever they want.

We should do something about them, Mr. Mayor.

What are they accused of? Making noise?

Not only that,

but they are misbehaving terribly.

We think they might even be camping out in the castle.

What are you talking about?

On several occasions,

we have found cigarette butts in various rooms.

And in the bedrooms, the bedspreads

were all wrinkled.

It's outrageous.

I see. Well, we'll organize rounds.

But it seems unlikely to me.

You know, kids will do anything.

I think we should call the national police.

If you want.

Pierre, I'll leave it to you.

Of course.

But what makes you think it's children?

Who else would it be? It's not you.

And it's not me, so?

So,

the police are in place;

the vandals should be on their guard.

But where will they go now?

Wherever they went before, I suppose.

Do you want some coffee?

No.

I feel terrible that I am like this.

What do you mean?

I wish I were not like this.

Like what?

Always sick.

It can't be very pleasant for you.

Obviously, it was nicer

when you were always healthy and cheerful.

But you can't help it.

It's not your fault.

I always feel like you are bored when you're with me.

You just sit there in silence.

I didn't want to give you a headache.

Don't be so mean.

You think I'm mean?

No, no. No.

You are so patient...

The poor woman.

She has no appetite.

No appetite for anything, it's awful.

She never wanted children.

She's afraid I'll kill her if I touch her.

There's no need for her to worry, I don't touch her.

Sometimes I think she exists

just to make things difficult for us.

Sometimes I think everyone exists

just to make things difficult for us.

I know I'm not perfect.

But one thing is for sure:

we love each other.

Yes, we do, my darling.

What were you looking at?

Huh?

What were you watching?

The wedding of the Martin boy.

Did Bon come by?

Yes.

He told me to keep doing what I'm doing.

Huh?

He told me to keep doing what I'm doing.

To be careful.

Did you eat some cold chicken?

Yes.

Clotilde,

is there anything I could do that would make you happy?

No.

Nothing.

Isn't there anything you want?

No, nothing.

Don't worry about me.

You can't stay in bed like this all...

all the time.

I have no choice.

I know it's not very nice for you.

We're not talking about me right now.

Can you prepare my drops for me, please?

Yes.

Thank you.

They taste more bitter every time.

Where are you going?

I'm taking some books to the library.

There's no point.

No one will want to read them.

Paul asked me to do it.

For psychological reasons, the voters.

I'll come with you.

Hurry up then, because I'm leaving now.

-Hello, ma'am. -Hello, Henri.

The deputy's wife is dead.

The deputy's wife? Mr. Maury?

Yes. The poor woman was always sick.

He discovered it when he woke up this morning.

He called Dr. Bon right away. She died during the night.

There was nothing to be done.

The doctor says she just let herself slip away.

That's the official version, anyway.

But if you ask me,

it was suicide.

Hello, Mrs. Morlon, I've brought some books.

Thank you, Mrs. Delamare.

We were just talking about poor Mrs. Maury.

-Have you heard? -Yes, just now.

She was always sick.

Modern Ethics.

-This must be a tough read. -Yes.

Very.

Lucienne. Please.

I'm going to see Pierre Maury. His wife died last night,

you should come with me.

-You think so? -Yes, I do.

I want to come too. I've never seen a dead person before.

I'm curious.

Your daughter is morbid.

There's nothing glamorous about death, you know.

Then there's no need to make Mom go see her.

She will be buried tomorrow.

TO MY DEARLY DEPARTED WIFE

Couldn't you find anything other than gladiolus?

No, ma'am.

Goodbye, my darling.

See you on Thursday.

Goodbye.

That's a nice bouquet.

Goodbye, Clarisse.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, Hélène.

Goodbye.

...but it should get better by this weekend.

So there's still hope.

Our evening programming is over,

so now we will announce the programming for tomorrow.

On channel 1, at 12:30, we will have Midi trente,

then the news-

Should we go to bed?

Let me close the shutters, I'll do it.

-Good night. -Good night.

Pierre?

Lucienne?

Don't take me in your arms.

Come with me.

I have to tell you something.

Come.

I have to tell you.

Clotilde did not die a natural death.

Yes, I know. That's what everyone is saying in town.

She killed herself.

She didn't kill herself.

Oh?

It was so easy.

She died in her sleep.

She had no appetite for anything.

Say something.

It's awful.

I have no regrets.

When I did it, I felt liberated.

I'm not judging you.

I did it for us,

so we would be freer.

Freer?

Don't say anything else.

You know my husband gets back tomorrow?

Yes, I know. He called me. He wants to see me.

-You don't think... -Surely.

No, silly.

It's for administrative reasons.

What are we going to do?

We won't see each other for three days.

It's safer.

If anyone starts to suspect our liaison...

Our liaison?

That's what it's called.

The whole town will be talking about Clotilde's death.

It won't take them long to put two and two together.

Look, there is starting to be light behind the shutters.

What time is it?

Four o'clock.

Sometimes I think it's worse than before.

We can spend nearly every night together now.

We'll be able to sleep together.

That's true.

Forgive me, but I'm always so sad when I have to go home.

It will be winter soon,

and the nights will get longer.

Mom?

What are you doing?

I was thirty, so I came downstairs to get a bottle of water.

I woke up in the middle of the night.

I couldn't get back to sleep,

so I went for a walk.

Are you sick?

No.

It's humid out there, I think there is a storm coming.

Oh, no, the night air is cool.

Now you should try to get some sleep.

Hélène.

Yes, Mom?

Don't worry, it's nothing.

I'll try not to make any noise when I get up

so I don't wake you.

We'll never be done.

The more leaves I collect, the more there are.

Your husband is here.

He looks excited.

So, wife, you're cleaning the lawn?

Yes.

Are you well?

Are you well?

Yes.

We were just waiting for you.

You don't look very good.

I didn't sleep very well last night.

I hardly slept at all.

What happened?

Nothing.

It must have been because of the full moon.

You look like two partners in crime.

We are.

Hélène and I are very close.

Come join me in the sitting room when you're done.

I have something important to tell you.

What are you thinking about?

About you.

Have you seen Pierre Maury?

I don't know.

I might have run into him; I didn't notice.

He didn't say anything to you?

No.

I'm planning something fantastic, Lucienne,

but you can't tell anyone.

Why would I?

Close the door.

I think we can make a lot of money

while doing something very good for the city.

You know the Glangeaud family land

behind the castle?

Yes. But you know...

Let me explain.

I got the minister to sign off

on everything, and to agree to turn a blind eye when needed.

I'm buying the land.

I'll give half of it to the city...

No, I have to talk to Pierre.

Do you think he could come over for lunch tomorrow?

How should I know?

I'll call him.

Thank you.

Thanks, Mom.

Hélène, if you don't mind, I'd like you to leave us.

Why?

I have important things to discuss with Mr. Maury.

I can leave too, if you want.

No, dear, there's no need.

So just me then, huh? Fine.

Would you like a cigar?

No, thanks.

She's cute.

I'm going to make the coffee,

because Clarisse doesn't do it right.

There, this is good coffee.

This is how you do it, Clarisse.

That's exactly how I do it.

Apparently it isn't.

Mom?

What are you doing there?

You were with Pierre Maury last night.

You're crazy. Why would you say that?

I don't know, it's a feeling I got during lunch.

You're crazy.

So. I have a firm promise

that if the City doesn't charge too much for the land,

the company will put their factory here.

The workers will be housed in housing estates,

council estates, built just for them.

Built where?

On the other part of the land,

my part.

Do you understand?

Not completely.

Who will be building these... council estates?

A developer friend of ours.

-A friend? -A political friend...

Don't worry about that part.

This is the important part:

you will submit to the counsel,

very naturally, as if it were your own idea,

the idea of putting this factory there.

Make sure to point out

all the benefits it would have for the city -

financial benefits.

After that, you do what you must

to ensure they don't give the land I have given the city

to anyone but the company that will build the factory.

What kind of factory?

Plastics.

OK, I understand now.

I'm counting on you, my dear Pierre.

I'm sure there's no need to tell you that this is a...

a unique opportunity that everyone,

including the city, of course, will benefit from.

I see.

If I can count on you,

I'd like to go back to Paris tonight

to tell them everything is going well and move on to the next step.

Would you like some alcohol?

Yes, please.

Lucienne, bring us a bit

of that wonderful Vieux Marc de Bourgogne.

So should I go?

I think it's best if you don't waste any time, right?

Thank you.

Is he gone already?

Yes, he left three hours ago.

He doesn't waste any time.

Hélène suspects something.

How do you know?

She told me.

But... I trust her. I'm sure she won't say anything.

We're together, that's all that matters.

My poor darling.

What do you think of the plan he mentioned at lunch?

-I don't know what's going on. -This idea of his

is a complete scam.

He wants to make his fortune at the expense of the city and the poor.

And for a plastics factory too. What a bastard.

Oh, are you sure? I thought he was honest.

He wants to buy my silence, but he's wrong.

I know how to expose him, you know.

You seem so upset.

And with reason.

Forget all of that.

He's left us alone for the night.

Let's enjoy it, huh?

Do you love me?

Oh, yes.

Ah! Finally, there you are.

You're surprised, aren't you?

Of course.

But... hey.

Let me go.

I don't want your daughter to hear us.

Where are you taking me?

Here.

I have to tell you I feel very comfortable and light of heart.

Where were you?

You pretend to leave, now?

It just occurred to me, out of nowhere.

Where were you?

I'm having trouble sleeping these days. I...

I went for a walk.

Don't lie to me. I got back at midnight.

I've been waiting for you for four hours.

I didn't mind, don't worry, I love the night.

Do you want me to tell you where I think you were?

You spent the night,

as you often do, I think,

with our dear friend Pierre Maury.

I'm going inside, I'm cold.

I already told you

I don't want your daughter to hear us.

Then let's go into your room, she won't hear us there.

Right, now we can continue our interesting conversation.

Quietly, please. I'm listening.

No, I'm listening. I have nothing to say to you.

I'm right, you were with Pierre. You can tell me that.

Yes, I can tell you that.

He was making love to me.

Someone has to.

And I very much enjoy making love with him.

I think about making love to him all day long.

That's excellent. You're right to do so.

If you enjoy it.

Don't think I don't understand.

I am very much aware of my deficiency.

You had to do something about it.

I didn't want to... to hurt you.

That's nice of you.

Do I look hurt?

No.

I think...

it's very nice of you to...

console a poor widower.

Of course, no one knows anything,

you are careful and keep it hidden.

Yes, we do.

Well, then, everything's perfect.

To be honest, my little rat,

it suits me just fine.

Hello?

Pierre, it's Paul Delamare.

No, I'm at home, I'll explain.

I want to see you as soon as possible.

Right away?

As soon as possible.

But I'd rather not meet you in town.

I have a duck hunting hut at the Migné pond.

I'll see you there in an hour, OK?

OK, but...

I know it sounds strange,

but you'll understand soon enough, you'll see.

I'll tell you how to get there.

What diligence. It's very kind of you.

-It's the least I could do. -You think so?

Pierre, I'm sure you're wondering what all this mystery is about.

There is a very simple explanation.

I wanted my wife to join us

to make sure everything is very clear.

-Hello. -Oh, please.

Isn't it obvious?

Give each other a kiss.

No, I don't mean to hurt you in any way.

On the contrary. My dear Pierre,

I offered you my friendship very sincerely.

You are sleeping with my wife,

I hope you get as much happiness

and pleasure out of one another as you expected to.

You deserve it.

I have no problem with any of that.

Believe me, I like it when the people around me are happy.

Why else would I run for election to lead my fellow citizens?

Please, shut up.

You think I'm being rude?

You want me to act like some sort of Othello?

No, I'm not complacent, I'm understanding.

I want everything to be very clear,

so there are no secrets between us.

What do you think, Pierre?

I'm very embarrassed.

Don't be, I understand.

Do you want me to thank you? I can.

You... gave Lucienne what she needed.

There's nothing wrong with that.

And you are remarkably discreet

with regards to public rumors.

No one has said anything to me.

So thank you for that, thank you very much.

And I'm very happy, truly,

very happy to see that thanks to my wife,

the loss of your wife is not weighing too heavily on you.

No, thank you.

You don't smoke in the morning? It's a bad habit, you're right.

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, do you want a cigarette?

Yes.

The only thing I am asking of you, my dear Pierre,

is that you support me

on the Glangeaud property deal.

I want my name to be associated with the expansion of my city.

Do you understand?

Did you think I wasn't going to support you?

I wasn't entirely sure that you fully understood

just how important this deal is.

You can't be too careful.

I'm going back to the main road and heading directly to Paris.

You won't have any unpleasant surprises.

This time I really won't be back for two days.

Pierre,

drop Lucienne at home for me, if you don't mind.

It will save me an hour's drive.

You look embarrassed.

Don't be, it's all quite simple.

Are you mad at me?

Do you think I'm behaving badly?

No. I just didn't think you were like this, that's all.

Goodbye, little one.

Goodbye, my dear Pierre.

I'm counting on you.

Lucienne.

Lucienne.

What is it?

What is it? What is it?

I can't take it anymore. I can't keep living with him.

I can't live with him anymore. I've had enough.

I can't take it anymore. I can't keep living with him.

No. No.

No.

Lucienne, sweetheart, I'm here for you.

It's over.

It's over, I'm here.

I'm thinking.

We're on the right track.

No, I'm the guarantor.

Ah, Mr. Maillet, Mr. Maillet.

Yes.

Goodness, little Pierre...

he's gotten so big.

A round of bridge tonight?

No, I'd rather stay home.

We can come to your place, if you want.

No, doctor, I have personal business to take care of.

You're no fun.

Just play with Dufour, instead.

He's nothing compared to you.

That's not what he thinks.

Thank you, sweetie.

Paul, can I ask you a favor?

Anything you want, little one.

I'd like to come to Paris with you for the next two days.

You want to come to Paris with me? Whatever for?

No reason.

But I really want to come up to Paris with you.

I haven't been in three years.

Did you and Pierre have a fight?

Answer me. Can I come with you?

Of course, little one.

You aren't taking your velvet dress?

No.

Why are you going to Paris?

To clear my head.

I'd like to clear my head too.

Why? Are you unhappy?

Don't worry, I'm teasing. Have fun.

Bye, sweetie.

Can I drive?

It will tire you out.

Why would it tire me out?

I like driving.

Fine, then.

Are you sure you don't want me to drive?

Oh, no, I'm fine.

What a bastard.

There's no traffic at this time of night.

There's never any traffic. It will take less than three hours.

What is it, what's wrong?

There's someone on the side of the road.

It doesn't matter, just keep going.

Pierre, what...

Hey.

Lucienne,

it's done.

His coat.

Oh, dear.

-Is that good? -His sleeve. His sleeve.

-Careful. -The door.

Come on.

Go... go to the other side.

Close it. Close it.

Close it.

Wait for me. Wait.

Oh, my bag.

My bag.

Go over there.

Over there. There.

Stay strong, sweetheart. Stay strong.

Yes. I know.

We're free, my darling.

I have to tear your dress.

Wait, wait.

Help! Help!

Help!

Help...help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Please continue, ma'am.

And... since it was foggy,

there was a bit of fog,

my husband asked me to let him drive.

So I let him drive, and...

I dozed off, I fell asleep. And...

it was the noise that woke me, the impact.

And you have no idea

how the accident could have happened?

No.

No idea, sir.

I won't bother you anymore, ma'am.

Please accept my apologies

for bothering you with this routine interrogation.

But because of...

because of your husband's job, we must...

I completely understand

There is no need to apologize, sir.

My condolences, ma'am.

Paris is on the phone, sir.

Paris, for me?

It's about the Delamare case.

Fine, I'll take it.

Hello?

Hello, sir... Mr. President.

Yes, yes, Mr. President.

It's... it's a sensitive case, and I'm looking at it very closely.

NATIONAL POLICE

Of course, Mr. President.

Ah.

Yes, of course. Of course, Mr. President, I understand.

That is what I was thinking too.

Understood, Mr. President, you can count on me.

Thank you, Mr. President.

My respects, Mr. President.

Berthier,

we need to close the Delamare case; it was a road accident.

A road accident?

LETTERS

"My love,

"knowing you are so close to me and not being able to touch you,

"and hold you in my arms,

"hardly being able to speak to you

"is unbearable torment.

"I know we cannot take any risks,

"and that I must be more careful than ever before, to avoid gossip,

"and that our time apart is coming to an end,

"and that soon, we will be able to be together,

"in the light of day,

"forevermore.

"But everything we did - did we do it to be apart,

"to be tortured in this way?

"I regret nothing, my love.

"Forgive my impatience.

"Every day, I try to catch a glimpse of you,

"even just for a second, from afar.

"Knowing you exist brings me comfort.

"I'll come by your house tomorrow morning at 11.

"I know you will be there, at the window,

"looking at me.

"I love you.

"Everything is going well with the police.

"I love you.

"Lucienne.

"Don't keep this letter, my dear. Burn it.

"We must be careful."

What is it?

You're sad, aren't you?

Why are you asking me that?

If I ask you a question, will you answer me?

What question?

The one I asked you the other day.

When?

The day Pierre Maury came and had lunch with us.

I already answered you.

It's very important, Mom.

It's even more important now.

Please tell me the truth.

It hurts when you lie to me.

I don't intend to lie to you.

Then tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth, I'm begging you. Confess.

I'm sure you are Pierre Maury's mistress.

I'm sure you two killed Paul.

And Pierre's wife too.

I'm scared you are murderers.

You're crazy, sweetie.

It's not true.

It's not true.

How could you believe something like that?

How could you even imagine something so awful?

Tell me the truth.

Will you believe me?

Huh?

Will you believe me?

And stop thinking such awful things?

I'll believe you.

Pierre is my lover, it's true.

He has been for a long time, right?

A year.

Long before his wife died, then.

Yes.

That's terrible.

Everyone will think the two of you killed Paul.

But... no one knows that we love each other.

They'll find out, eventually.

You can't keep hiding, neither one of you can.

Stop talking, sweetie, be quiet. Please, be quiet.

I wish you could finally be happy.

"Chief Inspector,

"I am writing to you to ask you to clear up

"the death of my stepfather,

"Mr. Paul Delamare, the deputy mayor of our town.

"I am sure some rumors have started to go around

"about the relationship between my mother and Pierre Maury.

"People will say anything,

"and it can hurt my mother so much. She doesn't deserve it.

"I'm begging you, please solve the mystery of my stepfather's death.

"Deep down, I'm sure my mother is innocent.

"I'm begging you to do whatever it takes to prove it.

"I want my mother to be happy and able to hold her head high."

"I'm counting on you.

"Hélène Chevalier."

This is very bothersome, Desurmont.

There must be rumors,

and it's a disaster.

We haven't heard any rumors, sir.

I would rather be careful, if you don't mind.

It had been decided

that we would close this case

to avoid any trouble,

but according to this letter,

it may have been a crime of passion.

The little girl suspects her mother; how awful.

She is a charming woman, but...

but...

I have to say that it would be convenient for us.

Crime and politics

do not go together.

Also,

if we do nothing

and rumors start to circulate,

there will be an uproar. We don't need that.

So,

follow up on this.

Discreetly, but...

follow up on it.

This way, Berthier.

Hello, gentlemen.

Hello, ma'am.

Could I speak to Mrs. Delamare, please?

It's official police business.

She is in the sitting room.

Come in.

-Hello, gentlemen. -Hello, ma'am.

Please excuse us, but...

we have had new information

that we need to discuss with you.

Of course.

What kind of information?

I'll be honest with you. We received a letter this morning

suggesting the existence of an intimate relationship

between you and Pierre Maury,

your husband's deputy at the city hall.

The letter seems to indicate that it might be related

to Mr. Delamare's death.

An anonymous letter?

No, ma'am.

No, Mom.

I sent the letter, because I wanted to clear everything up

so you would be happy.

Excuse me,

I need a moment to think.

I would like to speak to you

privately.

Mom, tell me it wasn't wrong of me.

I was right to do it, wasn't I?

I'm sure I was right.

Yes, sweetie, you were right. I'm sure you were right.

What my daughter told you was the truth, sir.

Mr. Maury.

I'm Officer Auriol.

I want to ask you a few questions about Mr. Delamare's death.

Come in.

We've already spoken with Mrs. Delamare, sir.

She is in the car out front,

under arrest.

I understand.

What must I do?

Tell us the truth.

-Tell us the role that you... -Yes, I understand.

I killed Paul Delamare.

Lucienne barely helped.

I... killed my wife too.

Alone.

Just over six months ago.

Please come with us.

You are under arrest.

Yes.

Of course.

I don't understand,

why didn't you just leave?

Leave?

Yes.

Why didn't you just go live somewhere else?

Somewhere else?

Leave?

No, it never occurred to us to leave.

THE END

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