Arch of Triumph Page #3

Back to your hotel?

Perhaps you should.

You've got to face it,

whatever it is, sometime.

Things may look different

to him in daylight.

What's the matter?

Did I say something wrong?

He's dead.

He died last night.

Then I ran away.

That makes it perfect.

Did you kill him?

That makes it less perfect.

You'd better tell me the details.

He died...

suddenly.

Are you sure you didn't kill him?

I didn't shoot him or stab him,

if that's what you mean.

All right, he died naturally.

He was sick.

Did you have a doctor?

I called one, but he wouldn't

let the doctor touch him.

Why not?

Because of me.

Did you notify the management

of the hotel he was dead?

No.

That makes it perfect again.

Why the devil didn't you give me a choice?

If I'd known, I would have

left you on the bridge.

I'm sorry. I'll go.

Oh, no, you won't go.

The police will want to know

where you spent the night.

I won't tell them.

If you went there alone,

they will be knocking

on my door ten minutes later.

No, no, no, wait.

I'll get dressed and go with you.

You don't have

to help me anymore.

I'm not helping you,

I'm helping myself.

This is not my year to see the police.

Was he your husband?

No.

So you're back.

You think you can disappear

and leave me to answer

questions to the police?

You disgraced my hotel with that...

that thing you left upstairs.

You believe, no doubt,

that I've settled this whole mess for you.

Well, I haven't.

You're back to go to prison.

- And if I have anything...

- You come from China?

What do you mean?

Nothing. I just wanted to interrupt you.

You would've gone on talking

for another hour.

Sit down over there.

Do you know the name

of the doctor who was here?

Bonet. Marcel Bonet.

Passi 2743.

Phone Dr. Bonet to come right over

and sign the death certificate.

Get out.

Why do you stand around stealing my time?

Get out!

And close the door behind you,

unless you want the people

from the street to come in here, too.

Well...

There doesn't seem to be

any sign of violence.

Why did you run away last night?

When I came back, he was dead.

Back from where?

We quarreled.

What about?

The doctor.

Oh. The doctor again.

All right. Now, look.

The police will want to make a list

of what belonged to each of you.

Did he have any relatives?

Not in France.

Take everything

that's important to you, and quickly.

There's no time left for sentimentality.

Where is his luggage?

It was over there

by the wall last night.

Oh, I see. The proprietor.

Mother, you are much

too inquisitive for your age.

Get me the proprietor, please.

He said I only sent for the doctor

because I wanted him to get well.

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