对不起,你是莎拉摩顿吗?
我一眼就认出来了
我正在读你的新小说
太好看了
我是杜威警探迷 你的书我全部都
你认错人了
我不是你认为的那个人,对不起
早安 想喝什么呢
-威士忌 - 加冰吗?
是的
Yeah, and after that in all the directories.
And we will renew, most definitely. That shouldn't be a problem.
请等等 莎拉 你好吗
- 还好 约翰在吗 - 他在开会
跟谁?
- 泰利朗格 . - 谁?
Uh, just--
Yeah. I'm in the process of drawing up the contract now and it should be with you shortly.
Yeah, I'm absolutely sure.
Now, you're on what's called "a roll."
千万勿松懈 放假不能放太久
莎拉
我来介绍 莎拉摩顿 泰利朗格
幸会 我妈妈很祟拜你 她最迷杜威警探了
泰利 真高兴和你聊天
恭喜你得奖 之后更平步青云
- I'm sure it's the first of many. - 再见 约翰
遇见你太荣幸了
请加油 我妈还巴望着 警探新书出来呢
那小鬼得了什么奖
曼城书评奖
虽不如博卡奖 第一炮算响了
你所谓的小鬼很有天份
希望书会畅销
- 你对他说过 你心爱的座右铭吧 . - 什么座右铭 ?
你二十年前曾对我说的
"奖座就像痔疮 迟早每个屁眼都会有份"
我有说过吗
我的天 你吃醋了
你不再关照我了
夸奖新秀 并不表示我忽略你.
而且你写杜威警探手到擒来
简直是炉火纯青了 根本不需我关照
莎拉 究竟有何心事
不会是钱 你已经很富裕了.
真不可思议. 你和我谈的永远都只是钱.
我一点都不在乎钱...
或者是名气
-我只不过想找-- - 灵感吗
你完全会错意了.
与灵感也毫无关系.
我厌倦了血腥谋杀...
查案追踪.
为何不另辟蹊径 来给大家一个惊喜呢?
让杜威警探休息休息.
你不喜欢我的上一本书? 我就知道 你厌烦了我的作品.
我一直是杜威系列的 忠实拥护者.
当然 它们是你的摇钱树啊.
你喜欢法国吗?
我爱吃法国的田鸡腿.
怎么样
我有间别墅.
你可以去小住一下? 呼吸呼吸新鲜空气.
当地的天气很好, 还有游泳池.
你会来看我吗?
我女儿.
或者周未抽得出时间过去.
- 你是马修? - 是的.
你好 我是莎拉摩顿.
- 旅程愉快吗 ? - 很好.
- 我来拿? - 行李上有轮子.
- 起码让我拿个小的. - 谢谢.
我的车停在停车场.
很好.
睡房和洗手间都在楼上,
厨房在左边.
请你自己到处看看.
我去开瓦斯和热水.
如有任何问题, 你有我电话号码吗?
- 约翰有写给我. - 好极了.
假如想到镇上去买东西,
可以由刚才我指的小路去...
或是骑摩托车.
车钥匙已插在上面.
谢谢你, 马修. 再见.
再见. 好好休息吧.
- Bonjour. - Bonjour.
想喝什么?
- Um-- - 饭前酒?
不.
有没有淡一点的?
水果酒?
不.请给我一杯茶.
Very well.
马赛的公车大幅度减少,
地铁班次约为七成半.
这是两周来第二次罢工...
市民叫苦连天--
- 喂? - 喂, 爸爸. 是我.
- 你没事吧? - 是的, 我安全抵达了.
- 别墅还满意吗? - 很可爱.
- 天气如何? - 很好.
- 伦敦的天气怎样? - 雨下个不停.
- 你没事吧? - 我想没事吧.
- 有遇到什么人吗? - 还没有.
不要关在屋里. 出去走走.
好的 老爸--
你有事可以找史太太帮忙.
- 好吗? - 我不需要任何人.
好好照顾自己了.
- 你也是. - 好的. 再见.
再见.
- 喂? - 莎拉!
- 约翰, 你好吗? - 非常好.
这个问题 应该是我来问你吧.
一切都好吗? 马修有没去接你?
有. 谢谢你.
你的别墅简直像是天堂.
- 我已经开始工作了. - 这么快啊 ?
在火车上文思泉涌.
- 你知道, 这种东西驱之不散. - 是吗?
-但我还不清楚将如何发展-- - 杜威警探这次要调查什么 ?
- 现在还不能告诉你. - 好的.
大概很有趣.我先想清楚再说.
太好了.难得你这么高兴.
你有没有出去四处看看?
- 还没有.我正享受宁静的生活. - 很好.
你打算几时会来 ?
还没有计划.
要看工作忙不忙了.
对不起.我要接另一线了.
一切小心,写好了再打过来念给我听罗?
- 好的. - Fine.
再见, John.
You scared me!
你是谁?你进我家干什么 ?
你家? 这是我的家啊 !
应该是我来问你吧.
- 你是英国人? - 对.
我是莎拉摩顿.我是作家. 出版社的约翰布斯洛,借了这栋别墅给我.
哦. 你是爸爸的新欢啊.
你是他女儿吗?
是呀,他没告诉过你吗？
他没说你会来啊.
不奇怪啊. 他在这里吗?
不 , 只有我一个人,我打算安心工作.
但可能他会来看看.
他不在啊 , 真是太好了.
Are you going to be staying long?
I don't know. I don't have much work these days.
So, which bedroom did you take?
- The one upstairs overlooking the pool. - Of course.
That's the best one. Well, I'm gonna unpack.
Sorry.
Hello. Leave your name, number and any message you might have...
and I'll get right back to you.
Bastard! You could have told me your daughter was coming to your bloody house.
How do you expect me to work now?
It's Sarah. Goodbye.
- I couldn't get through to London. - Is there anything to eat?
Yes. Go and look for it in the kitchen.
Personally, I'm gonna go back to bed. I have to work early in the morning.
Fine. Good night. Sarah, right?
Right.
I'm Julie.
You're not too hot?
Sorry. I woke you up.
No. I was just dozing.
You must be working too hard.
You should have a swim in the pool. The water's cold. It'll wake you up.
Well, thank you for your advice, but I absolutely loathe swimming pools.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
I prefer the sea too.
The ocean. The crashing waves.
The feeling of danger, that you could lose footing at any time and be swept away.
Pools are boring.
There's no excitement, no--
no feeling of infinity.
It's just a big bathtub.
It's more like a cesspool of living bacteria.
Oh, that? No, it's just a bit of dirt and leaves.
So, what are you writing? A romance novel?
God, no. I write crime fiction.
Oh, yeah. That's how he makes his money.
And that's how he can afford to buy a beautiful house in France for his daughter to enjoy.
What about you? Are your books selling well?
- I can't complain. - What is this one about?
Murders and a police investigation.
In the Lubéron with rich English tourists.
Listen, if you don't mind, I do have work to do.
Okay. I leave you alone, Miss Marple.
I need to make some phone calls anyway.
He was at the Macumba?
No way!
With Jean-Pierre?
Yeah, right.
What a pervert!
You're gross!
He came back?
I don't know.
- Going shopping? - No, I'm going to have lunch in the village.
Ah, good idea.
By the way, I spoke to Marcel. He's coming very soon for the pool.
His English bitch has a broomstick up her butt.
- May I have the bill? Please. - Yes.
Hello? Don't worry about it.
I'm not going to bother her. Anyway, it's a big house.
Did you ring Mom?
I'm telling you, she's still waiting, so hurry up.
Yes, c'est ça. Ciao.
It's your publisher.
John? Hello? John?
He hung up.
- Hello? - Hello, this is Sarah Morton. Could I speak to John, please?
- He's gone out. - Oh. Really?
- Well, could you ask him to call me back in France? - Okay then.
Yes, thank you. Goodbye.
He scolded me. He told me not to bother you.
He said I should leave you alone so you could work.
Listen, Julie. I'm going to be frank with you.
I need peace and quiet to concentrate.
And since we share the same living space,
I must ask you just to go about your business without getting in the way of mine, hmm?
I mean, this house is certainly big enough for the two of us. So, please make an effort.
I was only trying to be polite and make friends.
- But if you prefer I don't-- - I don't prefer anything!
I just want to work on my book in peace.
Fine. That's too bad, though, because I just bought loads of nice food.
I guess I have to eat my foie gras all alone.
Ça va?
- We're almost there. - I'm wasted.
Are you okay?
- Where are we? - My house.
You live here?
Yeah, I swear!
Can't you turn the music up?
No, the old bag's sleeping upstairs.
Oh.
Good morning.
Bonjour.
I made some coffee, if you like.
Oui.
I hope we weren't too loud?
I don't speak French. I can't understand a word.
Pardon.
Get up!
I've got to get to work.
Just a quickie.
I'd love to, but I've really got to go.
And there's that woman.
- You saw her? - Yeah, she's outside.
- She's a foreigner? - Yes.
- English. - Not bad looking.
So fuck her, if you like old maids!
I was just kidding.
Want me to drive you?
It's not far. See you later.
Thanks. It was nice.
- Call me sometime. - No problem.
Ciao.
- Is everything all right? - Yes.
Are you from around here?
Yes, Lacoste. Have you been there?
- No. - The Marquis de Sade's castle is there.
Oh, right.
I've heard about it.
It's practically in ruins now, isn't it?
You can say that again.
But there's a nice panoramic view of the Lubéron.
It's beautiful.
I'll let you finish.
Oh, it's you.
Your bedroom's not big enough for you?
Yes, it is, but he snores like a pig. I couldn't get to sleep.
Expecting another one?
Bonjour.
I've come for the pool. Julie called.
- Hi, Marcel. - Hello.
- How are you? - Not bad.
- You're back already? - I was sick of work.
I felt like a rest.
This is Sarah, a friend of my father's.
Yes, we've met.
Are you cleaning the pool today?
Isn't that what you wanted, Julie?
Sarah wants to swim, but it's too dirty for her.
Bonjour.
- Where's the girl? - What girl?
I forget her name. The little blonde.
Julie, maybe?
That's it. Julie, right.
Check out in the backyard by the pool.
I believe she's getting some air.
Thanks, madame.
Bernard, this is Marcel.
- He's my dad. - Stop joking.
Come on, Marcel!
- Going out? - Yes. Do I have to ask for your permission?
Well, it would be nice if you didn't make any noise when you came home.
- Yes, Mother. - I pity your mother.
You pity her? Why?
Well, I imagine having a daughter who comes home with a different man every night must be difficult for a mother.
Well, you imagine wrong. You know what?
You're just a frustrated English woman...
who writes about dirty things but never does them.
You can shove your uptight morals up your ass.
I was worried when you didn't come home.
- Are you gonna tell my daddy? - Yes, maybe I will.
Then why don't you? He would love it.
I'm not so sure about that.
How can you be so naive?
He's the king of orgies. Didn't you know?
- Julie? - Yes?
Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?
Shall we go? Are you ready?
Yes, I'm coming.
- You're working, as usual. - Oh.
I was just rereading an old piece.
This is my underwear.
What's it doing here?
I found it in the garden near the pool.
Where shall we go?
Not too far. I'm exhausted.
- I see the waiter isn't here tonight. - Franck?
- Maybe. I don't know his name. - It's Franck, a boy from Lacoste.
During the off-season he only works days.
I see. Do you know him well?
A little. I see him around sometimes.
You seem to know just about everyone here.
Well, of course. I've spent my whole childhood here.
But not with John?
No.
He abandoned us, my mother and I.
He just came here for the summer on holiday.
- Do you resent him for that? - No, not really.
He lives his life, I live mine.
What about your mother, is she French?
- Yeah. - Where does she live?
In Nice.
Why are you so interested now?
Oh. Oh, I don't know.
Well, maybe you and I got off to a bad start.
I was angry with you-- Well, actually, I was angry at John...
for not really telling me about you or her.
He's the one you're interested in.
When someone keeps an entire part of their life secret from you,
it's fascinating and frightening.
I don't deny that I want to know more.
But don't count on me to tell you any secrets.
If you wanna know something, you should ask John.
I'm not asking anyone anything.
Yeah, sure.
You may pretend you don't care, but I can see you're hoping I tell you some things about my father.
Actually, I'm more interested in your mother.
Why don't you live with her in Nice?
That's a long story. Shall we order?
- Yes. - S'il vous plaît.
I was 13 the first time.
I haven't stopped since.
I fell in love once.
We were 16. It was summertime.
He was... handsome,
romantic, coming from Paris.
His name was Christian.
I was crazy about him.
I wanted him to take me, but I was too fast for him.
He was a baby. He didn't know how to do those things yet.
He was terrible. He came on me after two seconds.
So I dumped him.
He wrote to me for a year,
but I never wrote back.
I remember once in the fort we built in the forest,
he asked me to marry him.
It's stupid, I know, we were just kids, but it made me cry.
It was the first time anyone--
I'm sorry. I'm boring you with my stories.
No. No, go on. I'm enjoying it.
Go on? With what?
What happened to your eye?
It's nothing. Some asshole tried to hit me,
but I fought back.
He was bleeding like a pig.
Nobody better mess with me, because if they do, I'll mess with them back.
I suppose you don't want any?
Why not?
Never judge a book by its cover.
I've done my share of smoking.
- And fucking? - Yes.
I was around in Swinging London.
Yeah. My mom already told me about it.
What did she tell you?
How she met John.
How she seduced him.
How is your book coming?
It's coming. Although, I must say, it is quite strange...
to be writing a typically English story set in London...
while I'm here in this house in such beautiful weather.
My mom wrote a book too,
but it was never published.
He told her it was awful, so she burned it.
Well, that's terrible. Did you read it?
Yeah. I liked it.
It was a bit sentimental, kind of a Harlequin romance,
but charming.
What was it about exactly?
About her and my father.
It was a love story with a happy ending.
But what he wants is blood, sex and money.
That's what you give to him, isn't it?
Yes.
But I like all that too.
Did your mother live in this house?
Sometimes, with my father,
especially in the summertime.
But once they were truly separated, she didn't want to come back anymore.
She went to live in Nice.
Anyway, it's really his house.
- Did she want him to come and live with her in France? - Yeah.
She wanted him to leave his wife and family in London for her.
But John would never do that.
My mother was terrified to be alone here.
Not me.
I am like you.
Julie?
Julie, are you here?
- Good evening. - Hello there.
I'd like you to meet a friend of mine who's come for a drink.
Hello, madame. I didn't know you were at Julie's.
I forgot to tell you, Sarah's a writer friend of my father's.
You didn't tell me you write.
Yeah, mysteries. So watch your back!
Could you make us a drink, Sarah? I'll go get some weed in my room.
Sit down, Franck. Make yourself at home.
- Whiskey? - Yes.
Thank you.
This time you're serving me.
Got it.
What shall we drink to?
I don't know.
I know. To Sarah's book.
To Sarah's book.
What's it about?
Oh, I never discuss a book before it's finished.
How about the last one then?
A police investigation in Scotland.
What was it called?
I don't know the French title.
In English it was Dorwell Wears a Kilt.
What? What's that mean?
Dorwell Wears a Kilt. That's too funny!
Yeah, really, that's bizarre!
I'll leave you two alone now.
- No. - Please, stay for a while.
Okay.
♪ Let's do it ♪
Come on!
Let's dance!
Sarah?
♪ Let's do it ♪
- Come and dance, Sarah. - No. No, no.
Please, come on.
♪ Let's do it ♪
This time it's good night. Good night, Julie.
Sweet dreams.
It's good night for me too.
- Do you want to take a midnight swim? - Another time. I'm beat.
You would have if she came, wouldn't you?
Stop it, Julie.
Please stay!
- Come on! - I'm coming.
Get in!
- Hurry up! - You promise it's not cold?
Is that all?
Come on. Take it all off!
Whoo!
Missed!
Stop it!
What are you doing? Cut it out.
Hang on...
Stop it!
- What are you doing? - Leaving.
- What the hell are you doing? - Leaving!
Why now?
Why are you leaving?
- Stay! - Shut up!
- Please stay! - Get off me!
What is it?
- Why are you closed? - We won't be open until tonight.
But you're usually open. I come every day.
Yes. Franck didn't show up this morning.
- Why not? - Maybe he overslept. He often does.
Perhaps something happened to him?
How should I know? Excuse me. I've got work to do.
- Did you sleep well? - No.
Where did this blood come from?
- What blood? - Here, on the tiles.
- Huh? - Oh, right.
That must be mine. I cut myself earlier.
Oh, yes? And where did you cut yourself?
Leave me alone!
Bitch.
- I know a Franck Durin. - Yes.
He lives just outside of town on the way to Bonnieux.
Thank you. Do you know if he lives alone?
Franck Durin's a bachelor. He had a girlfriend, but she's long gone.
Anyone home?
Yes?
Oh.
Hello, madame.
I'm looking for your husband. I need to speak to him.
But I'm not married.
Doesn't Marcel...
John Bosload's gardener, live here?
Yes. He's my daddy.
Pardon me.
- Is he home? - No.
He's at the Swiss people's house.
Would you tell him to call me?
- Yes. - Thank you, madame.
But maybe I can help you?
- Do you know Julie? - Yes.
She's pretty.
Do you have her mother's number? It's important.
Julie's mother is dead.
What?
It was an accident.
Hello? Could I speak to John Bosload, please?
- It's Sarah Morton. - Okay then.
Please hurry. It's urgent.
- I'm sorry, Miss Morton. John's not available. - Well, where is he?
- He's gone out. - Okay, bye.
You came back!
I thought you'd gone!
I thought you'd abandoned me.
But you're here!
You're here! You came back! Thank you, Mummy!
Maman! Maman! Maman!
Julie! Julie, I'm not your mother!
Julie!
Come here. Shh.
What happened?
Nothing.
You just fainted. Everything's fine.
Oh, my head hurts.
It's all right. It'll go away.
- Julie? - Yeah?
You must tell me the truth. I need to know.
About Franck?
Yeah.
I think I killed him.
But why?
I don't know.
For you.
For the book.
Hang on.
Stop it!
- What are you doing? - Leaving.
- Why are you leaving? - Shut up, and get off my back.
Get off me!
You're such a pain in the ass.
- Are you done? - Yeah.
Okay, now-- No, no. Get out.
Follow me now.
Ready? You'll have to clean up behind.
- Okay. - Don't forget.
- Good. You've found them. - Yeah.
- I'll take this. - Okay.
Come on. Start digging.
I'm so tired.
Not surprising. It's tiring to kill a man.
Sarah?
- Sarah. - What?
Thank you.
All right. That's done.
- I'm going to bed now. - Sarah?
- There's something you forgot to burn. - What's that?
Your book.
It could be used as evidence.
Did you read it?
No, but I just can imagine.
Well, stop imagining, huh? Get yourself to bed. We got work to do tomorrow.
Listen. I've thought it over. We have to carry on with our lives as if nothing has happened.
You should call Marcel and ask him to come up this afternoon to do some work.
- Like cut the grass? - Why not?
It's important for everything to appear normal... as it was before.
Another thing, did anyone see you with Franck before the two of you came here?
- No. - Are you sure?
Yeah. I went to his house.
He lives in an isolated place outside Lacoste.
And after, we came directly here in my car.
Did anyone see you along the way?
I don't think so.
- Did he have any family? - No. His parents are dead.
Right.
Are you going back to London?
Not straightaway. That would look suspicious.
Why are you helping me, Sarah?
Well, why wouldn't I help you?
I don't know.
Do you think they will arrest me?
No, not necessarily.
If you do exactly as I say, I don't think there'll be any problems.
And why should I believe you? Because you write about murders in your books?
Absolutely.
Marcel.
- Sarah. - Oh.
- It's you. - I came to say goodbye. I want to let you finish your book.
I'm going to Saint-Tropez.
A friend of mine has some work for me in his restaurant.
It's possibly for the best.
Are you going to tell my father?
John? I've got nothing to tell him.
You're right.
Goodbye.
- Julie? - Yeah?
How did you get that scar on your stomach?
Is that for your book?
Yes.
A car accident.
Good luck.
You too.
Sarah, I don't really know why I'm doing this,
but after everything that happened between us,
it seems like the right thing to do.
I lied to you. My mother's book was not completely lost.
It did burn, but she kept a copy which she gave to me.
John doesn't know I have it.
Perhaps if I give you these pages today,
you will bring her back to life.
So if they inspire you,
take them, steal them.
They're yours. Julie.
Yes, well.
I've read it. I don't know what to say.
- You didn't like it, did you? - I wouldn't say that, exactly.
Oh, come on, John. Stop beating around the bush. Give me the truth.
Well, I don't understand what you're trying to say.
And I don't recognize you in it.
I thought that's what you wanted. You wanted something more personal.
Yes, I know, but I--
I don't think writing about feelings is your strong suit.
Murders, investigations, that's your line of country. I mean, this is far too subtle.
It's too abstract.
Where's the action? Where are the plot twists?
So, what's your advice?
Shall I burn it?
Oh, God, you're so melodramatic. No.
But for the benefit of your career, I don't think we should publish it.
Not right now.
Let's have another Dorwell. Think of your audience.
It's funny. That's precisely what I thought you'd say.
Well, there you are then.
Come on. You can do better than this, Sarah.
Actually, I don't think I can.
I think this is the finest piece of work I've done in a bloody long time.
And because I knew in advance that you wouldn't like it,
I've taken matters into my own hands...
and I've given you a surprise.
I've signed with Barken.
Unlike you, they love the book.
Why couldn't you have told me?
There are a few things that you couldn't tell me.
Keep the book. Give it to your daughter.
I've signed it for her. Ciao.
Oh, by the way, you can tell Terry Long's mother...
that Dorwell will be back and he's in top form.
- Goodbye, Debbie. - Bye-bye, Sarah.
Hi.
- Hi, Debbie. - Hello, Julia. How are you?
- I'm fine. How are you? - I'm very well. Thanks.
- Is my father around? - Yeah. I'll tell him you're here.
- Thanks. - Hello, John? Julia's in reception.
- Okay. He'll be out shortly. - Thanks, Debbie.