Under the Sand Page #4

I know, but he's in Africa...

And as these are hard to find there,

he asked me...

I can't do it

without a proper prescription.

Please, this is an exceptional case.

I'm sorry.

You should get a new prescription

from his doctor.

- Can I just ask you one thing?

- Yes?

Do you have a pharmaceuticals list?

Do you think Jean

is unhappy with me?

Marie, stop.

You've done nothing wrong.

Do you hear me?

Yes.

Let's order some wine.

The wine list, please.

Hello?

Yes, it's Marie.

Am I disturbing you?

Sorry about last time.

Yes, I'm fine.

There we are. Are you hungry?

A little, yes.

I didn't have time for lunch.

Tell me, where is your accent from?

A village in the Southwest.

Do you know the Landes?

A little.

Jean has a family house there.

Where, exactly?

Near Lit et Mix.

Don't know it.

What are you reading?

Just a book I found by the bed.

Good night.

Good night.

Did you set the alarm?

What alarm?

It's just me. Everything's fine.

- Why are you looking at me like that?

- I don't know.

I wake up alone and then find

you here. I'm worried.

Was I snoring?

No.

I just felt like sleeping here.

Was this your husband's office?

It is my husband's office.

What are you going

to do with it now?

Why "now"? I don't understand.

I've known about your husband

for a while.

I was waiting for you to tell me.

I know it's hard.

You don't know anything.

- I can help you, Marie.

- Help me?

Who the hell are you, to me?

Nobody!

So please, mind your own business.

- More coffee?

- No, thanks.

I thought...

you'd want to talk.

Really?

No.

I don't talk much in the morning.

I'm not a morning person.

Strange that you saw me that way.

I'm going to shower and get dressed.

Close the door when you leave.

- Look, that's enough.

- Let me go!

Tell me what you want,

what I mean to you.

You'll have to get over

him sometime.

You want the truth?

You don't measure up.

How are you doing?

Not too bad.

You haven't come for a while.

True.

Yes, I know.

I need to talk to you.

- About what?

- About Jean.

Good news?

Just the opposite.

What is it now?

I think Jean may have

killed himself.

My son, suicide?

There are no suicides

in the Drillon family.

I just wanted to tell you

Jean was depressed.

- He was taking medication...

- I knew that.

How did you know?

I'm his mother.

And I'm his wife.

But you didn't realize

he was suffering.

It's hard for me to believe

that Jean confided in you.

Well, you're wrong.

You underestimate our relationship.

Give me a break!

If you know something, tell me.

I can't stand it anymore.

I don't think for one second

that Jean killed himself.

Or even drowned.

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