Bellamy Page #2

That Egyptian cruise

would be a change.

Holed up for three weeks

with a bunch of a**holes...

Just say you want me dead.

- You'd charm everybody.

- Are you that bored with me?

I like to see you in public.

It makes me feel proud.

Well, I'm proud to be alone with you.

You smell nice.

You always smell nice.

You get it. My hands are wet.

- My hands are full.

- It might be your brother.

Inspector Bellamy, it's me.

Who's me?

Noel Gentil.

You left me a message.

It's midnight, Mr. Gentil.

Not a decent time to call.

Who is it?

- That guy from this afternoon.

- Him again?

I should have phoned earlier.

Sorry.

But it was difficult.

You'll be interested in my story.

Yes... Yes, I understand.

Sure, I understand.

Room 7, right?

- He hung up.

- The man's a screwball.

He probably is...

There are loads of them.

- What's he want?

- He wants me to go see him.

- When?

- Now.

- He's got a nerve.

- True.

You're going?

- But why?

- He intrigues me.

- Aren't you a little crazy?

- A little.

Go tomorrow.

I'm dead on my feet.

Keep my place warm.

Room 7, please.

All the way down on the right.

Any trouble finding it?

There's only the bed.

Don't worry about me.

I read your memoirs.

It's my bedside book.

Glad to hear it.

What were you doing

in my garden?

A cigarillo?

What were you doing

in my garden?

I had to talk to you.

But I didn't dare. I'm shy.

Then let's hear it.

Who's this?

It's him. The man I killed.

I mean, so to speak.

I don't understand what happened.

What happened exactly?

Aren't you overdoing it?

I don't know where to begin.

The beginning is always best.

I feel too ashamed.

This is no time for that.

How long have you been in hiding?

No one knows I'm here except you.

What's your little game?

I have one quality.

I thought it was.

I always work things out in advance.

Watch your step.

If you've killed, that's serious.

It's bad to kill people.

Why did you do it?

For money?

For love?

- For the hell of it?

- For the woman of my dreams.

It got out of hand, I admit it.

I screwed up.

It's my fault.

Have any children?

My wife has a grown son.

He's in the army.

You have two women?

- You might say that.

- Then say it.

- Your house is in whose name?

- The mortgage is in my name.

The sun rises

over the terrace at breakfast.

If I go to prison,

they'll foreclose!

Most likely.

Where'll my wife go?

Good question.

I thought I'd pull it off.

I wanted...

everyone to be happy.

I mean it, Inspector.

You have to get me out of this.

Why?

Give me one good reason.

It'll pass. I need sleep.

Here.

You can sleep later.

Show me your ID.

Have any money?

Enough till the end of the month.

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