Vivement dimanche!

You're all mixed up.
You keep on getting me in deeper.
I'm going to call my lawyer.
Let me tell you something first.
Your dear lawyer thinks
you're guilty.

Did he say so?
He almost did.
True, he adores you.

"My best friend...
my close friend..."

But what he really craves
is a chance to display his eloquence
by pleading a crime of passion.

He said:
"The French adore love affairs...

"I'll get Julien Vercel acquitted."
You still want to call him?
Between your lawyer...
and Santelli:
The creep who came here.

The summer camp?
I'm sure of it.
He's snooping around.
First, he's there
when they remove the body.

Then, he just happens
to drop in here.

It's not a coincidence.
Stop scratching your ear:
it's annoying.

But it helps me to think.
Dial the number
of the Eden Cinema.

You want to see a movie?
No, I want to speak
to the manager.

Massoulier owned it,
so she may know something.

She might know
whom he spoke to last.

The Eden: Next show at 8:30.
Good morning,
I'd like to speak to the manager.
There is no manager.
Do you know this voice?
I'm not sure.
She's the nut
who makes those phone calls.

To be sure...
I'll call back and keep her talking.