The Intruder

All my life I've known

one kind of reality.

Now I find myself in another.

Let me get this straight.

You're admitting that you killed

Stella Girard,

former wife of your husband

Nick Girard, with this gun.

Yes. God, I've told you

a dozen times.

Yes, I killed Stella just a few

hours ago in our apartment.

The problem is that Stella Girard

was indeed killed,

but not a few hours ago.

- Two years ago!

- I can explain that.

Who could predict that an obsession

could ruin so many lives?

I can't explain it to myself.

How can I make others believe it?

They're trying to tell me

it happened 2 years ago.

All I know is what happened

a few hours ago.

I was there, I saw the body.

I wanted to make things clear.

Was there an end? Or even

a beginning?

The first Mrs. Girard was killed

in this city over 2 years ago

with this weapon,

and this weapon

was found in the possession

of your client.

When I arrived from Europe

just over a year ago,

I knew no one.

All my friends, my family,

I left behind me.

I felt a new kind of freedom.

Sorry.

No, I'm sorry. Hi.

Hi.

My name is Nick.

- Catherine.

- Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

- Enjoy.

- Yeah, I will.

Help!

My bag!

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Careful, you might have

broken something.

It's okay.

It's just my ankle.

- You think you can walk?

- Just about, I think.

Sh*t, my keys!

My God. Everything was in my bag.

I live right above the gallery.

Why don't we just go upstairs

see if we can't

sort this thing out.

Okay?

Okay.

Yeah.

Real easy.

Here.

Lie back here.

Put your foot up.

Okay. Yeah?

I have a very friendly doctor,

lives just down the block.

I'll ask him to come over, okay?

Okay, thank you.

You're really kind.

You want some tea?

Yeah, I'd love some tea.

Do you have chamomile?

Yeah, I think I do.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Careful, it's hot.

Do you live here alone?

Yeah, now I do.

Must be Doctor Nutting.

Are you under any other

kind of medication?

For migraines.

I take very strong pills.

You're gonna be just fine.

Don't go to work for a few days.

Stay in. Read a good book.

What do you recommend?

Something relaxing.

No violence.

- So what's the verdict, doc?

- No bones broken,

but she should stay off her feet.

- Understandable.

- She your girlfriend?

- No.

- We'll, she's a bit

shook up.

Might be a good idea if she...

If she stayed here.

It'd be good if she didn't

move around tonight.

Painkillers.

They should help.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

It's a bit embarrassing.

- It's okay.

- I need to go to the bathroom.

The bathroom.

Yeah, that's okay,

it's not embarrassing.

Just over here.

Where are you from?

Where's your accent from?

- I'm French.

- Yeah?

Yeah. And you?

Me? I was born here.

I'm really embarrassed.

Okay, here we go. Here.

There we go.

- I can manage the rest.

- Right, right.

If you need something,

just shout.

Thank you, nurse.

God, I feel so bloody feeble.

You ought to after

what you've been through.

Could I get you something to drink?

Could I have another

chamomile tea?

I'm afraid you had the last one.

But I do have some Earl Grey.

Okay.

Here you go.

- Thanks.

- That should keep you nice and warm.

You were married, weren't you?

Yeah, how did you know?

Just a guess.

A good guess.

Yeah, I was married.

She died.

I'm sorry.

Her name was Stella.

And she also liked

chamomile tea.

- You need rest. See you tomorrow.

- Okay.

What are you doing?

I'm going back to my place.

The doctor said specifically

that you weren't to move.

I'll go get your

prescription filled.

You've been wonderful, really.

But I ought to go home.

Give me one good reason why

you have to go home right now.

Rosebud.

I can't leave Rosebud.

Who's Rosebud?

My cat.

Do you have to work

this afternoon?

Yeah, I've got about

two or three more hours to do.

But it can wait.

What have you got in mind?

I didn't tell you. There's a new

trio down at the Jazz Club.

You wanna hear some music tonight?

Yeah? We can have dinner down there,

maybe go to Antonio's first?

Okay.

- You'd like that?

- Yes.

- Almost ready?

- Yeah, getting there.

We gotta go,

Badge is waiting.

I know. Nick, I'm almost ready.

- Did you bring my dress up?

- Yeah, it's on the bed.

Oh my God!

- Who did this?

- How did that happen?

I have no idea.

Well, put on whatever you want.

You look great in whatever.

I'm gonna go on down, okay?

We don't want to upset

the famous Badge, do we?

Please don't worry

about this tonight.

You don't care about my dress.

There must be some explanation.

It's open.

Hey, welcome back.

How was Europe?

- Good.

- Yeah?

- Hi.

- You look great.

Hi.

No.

No. We can't do this.

Things are different.

It's never stopped you before.

Hey, come in!

- Catherine!

- Hi.

- I'm Badge Mller.

- Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

I had a problem with my dress.

You look beautiful.

You're not late,

no one's here yet.

- Wanna drink?

- Yeah.

To the three of us.

Yeah.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

What do you think of it?

It's my latest acquisition.

- Klaus Marton.

- You know his work?

Well, only in reproductions.

Nick tells me you worked in

the Bartel Gallery in Paris.

I was just an assistant really.

Delicious.

What did she mean "delicious"?

I'm not a cake.

That's just her way of saying

she likes you.

What was she saying to you

at the door?

Nothing, really, just about

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