Across the Road Page #4

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You got him hot for 3 years,

now he's repaying you.

His will is for the happiness

you gave him.

Sure...

I understand him.

It's kind of...

Stop, it's creepy.

No, look!

It's sultry... really sexy...

I'm sexier seen through a lens?.

Of course not.

How can you say that!

We forgot something

across the street...

Couldn't you go and...?.

What's got into you?.

Come on...

I'm not asking you to....

Just this once...

So I can see...

That's how she hooked him!

Give me that camera!

Get out of my office!

You know nothing!

you never will!

What does that mean?.

There's nothing in those papers!

He was so much more.

He knew everything!

What's going on, Jean?.

Nothing, darling. Don't worry.

Go to your room.

Take a few days off. You need it.

Yes, sir.

She scares me.

She's just upset.

Forget it. Come on.

Clemence?.

Clemence?.

What are you doing?.

I know this handwriting.

It's lousy

to dig into a dead man's life.

The cops stopped by.

They got an anonymous letter.

What's all this?.

It's true.

They seem to suspect Clemence.

They're right. She killed

the old guy for4 his house.

No, he died of a heart-attack.

But this anonymous letter...

Stop it!

You'll bring us bad luck.

I thought you wanted me to write.

I don't know how to put it:

this may unblock me.

Michelle...

There we go...

If you seek, you find.

Clemence wanted

to become a lab assistant.

He never let her

finish her studies.

She worked 15 years for him.

Quite a chore.

But don't let it worry you.

The shock of his death

will go away...

in time...

You knew him well?.

I was his mistress for 20 years.

Not his only mistress!

You're right,

it looks nicer this way.

You came often?.

A long time ago...

After his stroke,

he holed up in here, saw no one.

He'd been the greatest,

he was too proud to take the pity,

the scorn that they'd heap on him.

He was hated.

Even by women?.

Especially women.

He made them fall in love with him,

then dumped them.

He picked them

rich and influential.

Except for Edwige.

Edwige?.

His wife.

Why did you send that letter

to the police?.

Guillemet called me

a month before he died.

I was stunned.

He hadn't called me in 15 years.

Since his stroke.

He said he was scared

he'd be murdered.

He asked me to tell the police

if he died. So I did.

That's all.

He said by who?. Or why?.

No. He was a mystery man.

Did someone want to kill him?.

Before his stroke,

at least fifty women would have

loved to polish him off.

And after it?.

Seeing a man who exploited you

become a cripple is

vengeance enough, I'd say.

Did you love him?.

At first, I suppose to...

And later?.

I'm like Guillemet.

He said love doesn't exist.

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