Bellamy

In memory of the two Georges.

'Felicity.'

Bonheur.

What time's your dental appointment?

3 o'clock. Why?

I want to go by the hardware store.

...new developments now raise fears

of an insurance swindle.

According to the latest DNA tests,

the body of the driver found near the Sailor's Cemetery in Sete

is not Emile Leullet, who had taken out

life insurance with his wife as beneficiary...

What do you need there?

Shelving for upstairs.

You think of everything.

I'm making them a plum pie.

- How's that? - Perfect.

Someone rang.

I heard.

I'll get it.

May I speak to Inspector Bellamy, please?

I'm sorry. He's not available.

When will he be available?

You've been prowling around for days.

Tell him he can reach me

at 0612248268.

Do you have a pen?

Don't bother. Don't come back.

Who was it?

The guy who's been prowling around.

So he made his mind up.

'Trip' in six letters...

Voyage.

What an idiot! I'm really out of it.

I know it's a word you hate.

Don't be silly.

Did he give you his name?

He only gave his cell number.

What is it?

My memory isn't what it used to be.

Sure it is.

06...

12...

24...

82...

68.

What are you going to do?

68?

I'm off. I'll be late.

- Don't keep your dentist waiting. - Never.

I forgot to tell you, Jacques arrives Thursday.

- Do you mind? - No. What a thought!

It's vacation. Of course your brother's welcome.

What time are they coming tonight?

I don't know. I'll ask.

- First one home does the guinea fowl. - Okay.

0612248268.

Paul Bellamy.

You trampled my flowerbed. Be more careful, fella.

Here's my number: 0466312212

If you want to reach me, call.

Don't come uninvited.

Excuse me.

'Claire Bonheur'! What felicity!

- You new here? - You buying that wood?

Yes, fir.

That's Norwegian pine. Oak is better.

Better for coffins. I'm putting up bookshelves.

The shelves will sag. Books are heavy.

It's for whodunits. Light reading.

Crime novels.

My cellar's full of them. If you want to add to your collection.

- How many boards do you need? - Seven.

I'll see what we have in stock.

Jojo? Come here.

You whistle like a nightingale.

Will this be all?

That's all for today.

'A sudden gust of wind

'Sent her clothes flying into the clouds

'Yes, into the clouds'

Nice.

My boyfriend got me into Brassens. He was his god.

You should get a loyalty card for a discount next time.

Isn't that a scam?

It's a loyalty card.

Well, well...

- Like guinea fowl, Alain? - I'd be a liar if I said no.

Dentists are good liars.

They were, when they had to.

No need anymore.

Help yourself.

- Did I hurt you, Francoise? - Never.

You sure Bernard can't make it?

He's sorry, but he's swamped.

What does your friend do?

Plastic surgeon. I told you.

Oh yes, that's right.

You do teeth, he does skin.

- You must both make a mint. - We can't complain.

I'll serve you. A wing?

- Everyone wants to stay young. - The scam of the century.

Let's not exaggerate.

And we accept installment payments.

And they find time to travel.

Aren't they the lucky ones! Some cabbage?

I found out what you wanted to know.

There's still space on the Egyptian cruise.

Why not?

- We'll think it over. Right, Paul? - Sure.

That insurance con on the lam...

- Did you know the guy? - Emile Leullet?

You bet. I used to clean his teeth.

He worked at Axa. He took leave without pay last year.

Smart move.

How's his name spelled?

L-E-U-double L-E-T.

What's he like?

With his mouth open, like anyone else.

- And with it closed? - Almost like anyone else.

Paul finds everyone unique and interesting.

His Good Samaritan side.

A good cop is a Good Samaritan, honey.

A cigar?

An ex-insurance broker who tries to swindle the insurance company,

that only makes sense.

Sorry, honey.

You know where companies get their money?

I know we pay exorbitant premiums.

The premiums are a screen.

Here, honey.

The big laundromat is behind it.

Prostitution, drugs, arms, the works.

And behind the laundromat?

As usual, honey.

The grand orchestrators of the whole damn mess.

There's nothing we can do. It's beyond us.

Apart from cleaning his teeth,

you ever chat with Leullet?

Not that I remember.

Oh yes, once. I refused to do him a favor.

What?

3-4 months ago, he brought a cousin for dental care.

He wanted the claim form in his name. I said no.

Did he have a mistress?

So I heard. But I never played third wheel.

Know who Nadia Sancho is?

The pedicurist. I never went to her.

Francoise has perfect feet. She can wear any shoe.

I'd better go. I'm up early tomorrow.

- But your champagne! - Drink it and think of me.

I'm trying out my new blaster on Inspector Leblanc tomorrow.

Leblanc!

That'll be a sight. He's a real sissy.

And a sissy, on top of it!

- This your Picasso? - Yes, but Bernard saw something better.

- We're sorry he couldn't make it. - Not as sorry as he'll be.

I have the D.A. Tomorrow. Two big cavities.

Is he as much of a bore as ever?

I never saw such a chatterbox. Even under anesthesia.

Do us a favor. Don't tell him or the inspector we're in town.

They'll keep coming to ask Paul's advice about things.

I promise. I'll be as silent as a grave.

When do you go back to Paris?

We'll see.

Francoise is so happy here.

This is the house she grew up in.

I don't find him effeminate.

That depends on the situation.

Inspector Bellamy sees all.

He sees all.

Bellamy sees all.

I'm tired of the house I grew up in.

That Egyptian cruise would be a change.

Holed up for three weeks with a bunch of assholes...

Just say you want me dead.

- You'd charm everybody. - Are you that bored with me?

I like to see you in public. It makes me feel proud.

Well, I'm proud to be alone with you.

You smell nice.

You always smell nice.

You get it. My hands are wet.

- My hands are full. - It might be your brother.

Inspector Bellamy, it's me.

Who's me?

Noel Gentil. You left me a message.

It's midnight, Mr. Gentil.

Not a decent time to call.

Who is it?

- That guy from this afternoon. - Him again?

I should have phoned earlier.

Sorry.

But it was difficult.

You'll be interested in my story.

Yes... Yes, I understand.

Sure, I understand.

Room 7, right?

- He hung up. - The man's a screwball.

He probably is...

There are loads of them.