The Thief of Paris Page #2

We're going to get the facts.

Those jewels...

Was it you?

- You're leaving?

- As you can see.

Where?

Who are you going with?

It was you who stole those jewels.

Well, speak, answer me.

Don't leave, Georges.

Why are you going?

I need a change of air.

Your father makes

the air here unbreathable.

I'll be left alone as I was before.

Come away with me.

You're crazy.

No, Georges, please, not here.

Father might walk in. Georges, no.

You're going with me, today.

Don't be a fool, Georges.

You know you don't mean that.

You know very well it's impossible.

Because of your father?

Yes, because of my father.

Because of this house, everything.

If you'd married Montareuil,

you'd have left it.

I'm afraid of you, Georges.

It was you who stole the jewels.

Do you want the jewels?

They're here, the whole lot.

The rings, the necklaces,

the Emperor's brooch...

Charlotte.

Charlotte, I was correct.

The wedding is cancelled.

The police have broken the case.

They won't find the jewels.

Do they know who the thieves were?

"Who the thieves were?"

You mean who the thief was?

- Are you leaving?

- Yes.

With my shoes, huh?

You may take them.

They pinch my feet.

Well, tell us who the thief was.

Keep this to yourselves.

It was a soldier.

A rascal who had bedded down

with Madame de Montareuil.

Your ex-mother-in-law-to-be

had a lover of all things.

- He was picked up today.

- With the jewels?

I told you they were not found.

He had an accomplice

who fled without a trace.

A classic case.

To avoid a scandal,

Madame de Montareuil dropped the case.

The affair is closed, is that it?

The police considers it so.

Do you think that's funny?

Madame de Montareuil is

a damned scoundrel. She led us on.

I stopped by to see her on the way.

She was having fainting spells.

Kept winking at me.

She has no self-control.

She rushes off to bed, leaving

her whole fortune out to be stolen.

No wonder there are socialists around.

What are you doing here, Charlotte?

Come.

Monsieur Randal! My good heavens!

As one says, only the mountains

are fated not to meet.

- Would you mind?

- No. Do, please.

- Are you going to Brussels?

- Yes.

Of course.

You're off to invest your ineritance.

Belgium is a very judicious choice.

Money's stable.

A society with firm morals.

Dynamic.

Industry making enormous strides.

Sorry to interrupt you, gentlemen,

but I overheard you conversing.

Do I understand that Monsieur...

Dumoulin. Fernand Dumoulin.

Delighted.

Van der Busch, Emile, industrialist.

I am Belgian. You desire a nice,

safe investment in Belgium?

Me?

The chemical industry

is as safe as you'll find, sir.

I speak with authority on this.

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