Le champignon des Carpathes Page #3

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Action!

"Congratulations, you won..."

Congratulations, you won...

Congratulations, you won...

you, Mrs, my house...

and you, Mr, 10000 kms...

Congratulations again, etc, etc.

Lights, camera

and congratulations.

Cut.

- Ludovic.

- What?

Chill out.

I can't stand it any longer,

we must do something.

- Jean-Marc.

- Yes.

Call Bozard and ask him

to send someone else.

Are you sure

you don't want to try?

It would be worst,

believe me.

I can call but we're gonna

miss the plane.

We'll take it tomorrow morning,

I'll treat you to Champagne tonight.

In Montmartre.

- That's great!

Monsieur,

what do I do with all this?

What do I do with all this?

Up to you,

put it away somewhere.

You can go out if you want,

I'm not hungry.

- What about my dinner?

- It won't be lost.

- Then I'll go to see my sister...

- You do that.

Go see your sister.

Jeanette!

- You scared me, you idiot!

- Where are you going?

I go to see my sister.

- Doesn't your sister have a moustache?

- Yes, and a beard too.

Is that bothering you?

- Come. I'll show you something.

Why's that?

Your boss doesn't want it anymore?

At last!

Put her through!

Where?

Ask her to call me back.

Her husband!

Yes, I can hear you.

As usual.

Why?

You want to have

sex with me?

Because that's what

you really want, do you?

That's what you really want!

Eric, you're drunk.

You're drunk because tonight

alcohol replaces Anne.

Yes, I want to make love to you.

But not quite the way you think.

We'll enter together

into the knowledge.

You're not afraid,

aren't you?

- You didn't touch anything.

- No, but I couldn't stop Gaetan.

He dashed for her.

I managed to take him back to his room.

He didn't move since then.

Nothing was stolen?

You're sure?

Sure?...

There's nothing to steal here...

It's clearly strangulation.

There's also marks of blows.

- The coroner will confirm it.

Okay. Let's see the son.

Don't move from here.

Are you the one who clean the workshop?

- It depends.

Sometimes, Mrs Benson didn't

want me to touch anything for weeks.

So why did you come there

this morning?

Mrs Benson was an early riser.

She used to have a walk around the lake.

Especially on sunny days.

I was surprised not to see her.

- You called us before to tell the son?

- Yes.

But I called the doctor first.

What doctor?

The tenant.

The Dr Calder, but he wasn't here.

- But that was around 8.

- Yes.

Just before I called the police.

She was dead,

was did you call the doctor?

I don't know,

I was a bit confused.

The doctor was a friend,

he was coming often.

- Your boss was ill?

- I don't know. She had a bad sleep.

You told me the front door

was always open?

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