Bellamy Page #3

I sold my watch.

Anyway,

I don't need it.

Day and night are the same to me.

So I noticed.

Okay, let's get down to business.

I keep the photo of your man

and you tell me your story.

I'm listening.

Who is it?

The guy he thinks he killed.

Funny, I see a resemblance.

Think so?

Yeah, you're right.

What else?

He fed me a lot of nonsense,

something totally far-fetched.

Tell me.

Not worth telling. It doesn't hold water.

He knows it.

He's no dope.

An operator.

He gave me a sob story.

What are you thinking?

Suppose you had a double life.

Suppose the opposite.

Impossible, I'm monogamous.

But if you had a double life,

how would you handle it?

If I told you,

it wouldn't be a double life, darling.

I can't win with you.

I forgot to tell you.

His ID is fake.

I checked the police records:

No Noel Gentil.

Yes indeed...

He thinks I'm a fool, on top of it.

Turn the music down.

- Don't like Tchaikovsky?

- Not really.

The taxi woke you?

I told him to turn the music down.

What a jerk!

We expected you on Thursday.

The trains were full.

I didn't have a reserved seat.

Nothing to eat. I'm beat.

Unshaven.

Turn out the light.

It feels nice to be with family.

Can I have a glass?

Get your brother a glass.

I know the house.

- Not drinking with me?

- Paul's given it up.

Not even a little drop?

Not even.

Sh*t.

- What do I do with this, then?

- What is it?

Anethole. You can make 200 bottles

of pastis with this.

It was for you.

- Where'd you get that?

- In Spain.

Druggists here can't sell it.

But pure alcohol, they can. Go figure.

Here, Francoise,

I brought you some touron.

Bad timing.

She's just been to the dentist.

It's the thought that counts.

Sure, it's the thought.

I have good thoughts and shitty gifts.

Eat your eggs. They'll get cold.

Have some bread with them.

To soak up the yoke. I'll butter it.

You're puffing like a grampus.

Apart from pastis extract

and Spanish nougat, what's in your bag?

Gold ingots, what else?

Got a toilet kit, at least?

I have soap and shampoo.

The hotels get stingier and stingier.

Say...

Lend me your Mercedes?

For now

I'll lend you a toothbrush.

Not that one!

- I'm not next to you?

- No, down here.

Really?

It's better here.

I look like your father.

Fixing up the house?

That's to re-build the bookshelves

you busted last time.

Oh, c'mon. I said I'd pay you back.

I've got something in the works.

Don't laugh! This is serious.

A forest!

That'll provide income forever.

Forests are the thing to invest in.

Here.

They're too small for me.

They should fit you.

- You're not even listening to me.

- Sure I am.

A forest. Where?

Up north, but you gotta act fast.

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