DIABOLICALLY YOURS
He's waking up, doctor.
Looks good.
- Where am I? In a hospital? - Yes, a private hospital.
A private hospital??
Am I sick?
You were, but the worst is over now.
Open your mouth.
Close it.
Open.
Close.
Does it hurt?
No, it is a little stiff.
Loosen with time. And here? Okay?
It feels good.
- What was there? - It is now only a scar.
What happened?
When drunk driving at 170km per hour...
...you will most likely have an accident.
An accident?
Would only?
Fortunately, his wife was ejected by the impact.
We can make the cast. Only a bandage, for support.
Yes, doctor.
My wife?
Thrown?
Yes, and you were almost thrown from this world.
Instead, he spent three weeks in a coma.
Now rest. Already dealt with everything.
- Doctor. - Relax.
He said...
- My wife... - She is fine. Relax.
Thank you.
Yes
Georges.
Finally.
My dear.
Doctor.
Thank you very much for all you did for my husband.
Your welcome.
I brought you love home, Kim.
Help me.
- Are you okay, sir? - The love is okay.
Your room is ready, sir.
Thanks, pal.
- Be kind to Kim. - What is nice to Kim?
- That 's Kim? - Yes, of course.
Give us a hand.
- Do you want something, sir? - Coffee.
A cup of coffee, Kim.
- Two cars, huh? - You have three days.
It's new, like you.
Going for you was a change, right?
Not for nothing, honey.
However, it appears different.
Get in your room.
Mind the step.
I hope that you have not changed my room.
- Kim just gave him some flowers. - Thanks, Kim good.
I love flowers. I am crazy about flowers.
I know, sweetie.
Flowers, Chinese furniture, the Buick.
- What a life, huh, Kim? - Tonto.
No, no. It's here.
Well, if I may, I would go to my room alone.
Thank you.
Well, Kim, I see flowers weren't forgotten.
But where is the TV?
Georges, you know I hate TV.
Yes? I am confused.
I love flowers and I hate TV.
Enough nonsense. Go to bed.
No, Kim, the master undressing alone just like a big boy.
Thank you.
Silly.
I call, sir?
Yes
Tell the lady I want to see it.
Yes, sir.
- Proceed. - How do you say, sir?
I said "proceed."
Move. Come on. Understand?
Yes, sir.
The master wants to talk to the lady.
Who will speak? Who would you talk to?
The master will talk to the lady.
- Will you call me? - Yes, the master called the lady.
- To kiss her? - Not exactly. Sit.
And I know good girl.
Georges Campo wants to ask you some questions of Christiane Campo.
First, are you sure you are my wife?
If you start well, I'll go.
Proceed. You and I will get a divorce.
We refuse. You do not have a solid foundation.
Hey, when a poor guy has an accident,
and does not recognize his wife when he recovers,
there are grounds for divorce, right?
Okay. We'll be divorced.
Christiane, sit down.
I hear you, sweetheart.
So, are you my wife?
Yes
- And this fabulous house is mine? - All yours.
As far as I can see, we are rich.
What, did you bring all of Hong Kong, darling.
I had a business there.
What kind of business?
- From construction. - Construction. Not bad.
By the way, do we have children?
- Not yet. - Are you sure?
That error will be corrected. I want to have four children.
- Four boys, okay? - Yes
Why not start now?
We'll talk about children,
when you feel completely recovered and healthy.
I feel healthy enough.
Amnesic, crazy about sex, cynical.
You have all the defects.
You should not love yourself, but I do.
- Christiane. - Yes
Ask Mao to bring me tea.
Away.
Tea and a copy of Mao's thoughts.
The lady asked, sir, do not forget your pills.
The gentleman does not forget.
How long have you been working for me, Kim?
Seven years, sir.
And when we came back from Hong Kong, Kim?
A month before his accident, sir.
Thank you.
Do you speak Chinese?
Yes, sir. Many words.
What does that mean?
Good morning.
Freddie is here.
What the hell is he doing here? Damn.
Mr. Campo, the situation is much more complicated.
Damn.
But Christiane, there is absolutely no reason
to hide who I am, because you are sick.
But if only faking being sick?
All the more reason to tell the truth.
- But if... - No. No.
Let me do it my way.
Why am I not recognized?
Why was the doctor not told about the amnesia?
Because when you marry a woman as beautiful as Ms. Campo,
certain memories return.
Enter.
Hello.
- How are you? - I'm well. Thanks.
I saw you arrive from the window.
What is your name?
Freddie. Frederic. Frederic Launay.
Do you recognize my voice?
- What is your name? - The Old Moses.
Did you come to ruin this wonderful treatment, Freddie?
It was too good to be true. Do you not agree, Freddie?
No.
Kim, what do you think?
Is my husband is acting
or really have amnesia?
The master is sick, I'm sure.
But is happy to believe that he is husband to you.
Don't stop, Kim.
So my name is Georges Campo?
Yes
- And Christiane is my wife? - Yes
- And you are a doctor? - Yes
- And friends for 10 years? - Yes
And you, Christiane, and I have
just returned from China.
- Hong Kong, around six weeks ago? - Right.
I must tell you that at the moment my memory is like Hiroshima.
Only a pile of rubble.
You're the only one to acknowledge and remember all that
with bars, nightclubs,
- And the wildest parties. - Of course.
We used to go out together in Kowloon.
While Christiane had couscous?
What? No, no, lacquered duck, shark fins.
Confused with Algerian food.
What luck I have. I hate Chinese food.
And three weeks ago you were crazy about her.
Well I say that I hate chinese food.
I love the mechuoui, the couscous and mint tea.
Everything is confused, even my tastes exotic.
And you? Are you a doctor?
Frederic Launay, MD.
Chatham Road, Kowloon.
Freddie, are you bothered to look?
I'll have to take your word, Right, Freddie?
Look, do not worry. Your memory will return
all at once or gradually.
What happens? Your wife is too beautiful for you?
Are you kidding?
A bombshell.
Except that I can't remember ever...
you know.
All this money, the Buicks, a chateau,
and afraid to wake up and become
Pierre Lagrange.
Pierre Lagrange, Why?
Tea, honey.
Where is Mao Tse-tung? vacation?
Chairman Mao sew some of my clothes.
The president knows how to do everything.
- There is a barber? - Why, dear?
Because my hair is still growing.
You can go to the village, and you recover well.
Can I?
You're not a prisoner, my dear.
Anyway, Kim has many talents.
You can have haircut whenever you want.
You know, the so-Pierre Lagrange irritates me a lot.
If only you knew how much.
About...
- Are you so vulgar in Hong Kong? - Very vulgar.
Do not bother me much, but lets talk about your Pierre Delagrange.
No Delagrange. Lagrange.
What's strange is...
I start to remember things.
- Well, not really. Words. - What words?
Aberdeen.
Freddie. Yes, Freddie.
Tai Hang, Chatham,
Kowloon and Mina.
We had a big house in Tai Hang,
in Tai Hang Road.
Chatham was where Freddie had his office.
Living in Kowloon and spent all his weekends with us.
What about mine? That also was a place?
Mina was Eurasian. He lived in Aberdeen.
- He was your lover. - My lover?
Yes you should have a picture somewhere.
- And you were not jealous? - Yes
And I was stupid enough to cheat?
Yes darling, you were sufficiently stupid.
Field Construction Company
What is this?
- Now you sleep with a jacket? - No, just check my wardrobe.
Come to bed.
- Did you take your medicine? - Not yet.
Come, quick. Or you denounces.
- Who? To Mao Tse-tung? - Frederic too.
Fine. Then triple dose and become crazy and more.
Impossible.
Now go to sleep.
You know what the doctor said, stay calm and sleep alot.
Georges Campo.
You are a wealthy businessman in Hong Kong.
Tai Hang Road.
Your house is on Tai Hang Road.
A one-story villa.
Crop carnations and roses in your greenhouse.
In the room,
There is a large Chinese cabinet with red enamel and gold.
Inside, there is a collection of opium pipes.
Your office is in Hong Kong,
Hennessy in the street.
Mina lives in Aberdeen.
You gave a broach,
a gold beetle.
Georges. Georges Campo.
You play gin rummy with Freddie.
With Freddie and Christiane.
Your wife, Christiane,
Georges Campo.
Golden Scarab.
Full of tropical flowers.
Mina lives...
in Aberdeen.
Golden Scarab.
My socks.
Finally, fresh air.
- Do you want your cane? - No, I will be fine.
- Are you okay? - Yes, I'm fine.
The body and chassis are in good shape.
But the engine is otherwise.
- What are they building there? - Some old barns.
The previous owner farmed the land.
- Does anyone live there now? - No, it is abandoned.
- Want to see it? - Yeah, come on.
Hey, Freddie. You know, those damned pills stunned me, I'm dazed.
But the memory is recovering slowly little by little, right?
Yes, some parts.
Perhaps all that effort is what stunned me.
Of course.
Motorcycle, huh?
- What's up there? - A loft.
I think that is used for storage.
It smells like apples.
- Want? - Yes, I'll go myself.
Georges. What happened?
What happened?
- What happened? - Look.
Should I be down there with a broken back.
What do you mean?
Why not tell me there was a trap door?
I did not know.
I been here only once. The door must have been closed.
Why did you not warn me?
What do you mean?
- Do you not believe me...? - Why did you bring me here?
But I just wanted you to come.
Clearly. And the trap door appeared to be open by accident.
Georges. How can you think that...? You sound like you're...
Crazy. Go ahead, say it.
Your turn.
Never had so much tea in my entire filthy life.
You are served in comfort, warmth,
700 million Chinese also take tea.
Anyway, do not talk that way of life.
I'll speak of my life however I want.
Are you going out?
I have headache. I'll go for a walk.
- Down, down. Down. - Down Prince.
- Who owns this monster? - Prince?
Who else do you belong? It's yours.
Glad to know
- I know, right? - You forget that I am a little...
I do not even recognize my own dog. Why would Prince attack me?
- Perhaps he also has amnesia. - No. He has never had an accident.
Released, this monster would eat it's own parents.
That music brings back memories doesn't it?
No. Where is your phone?
Who you call?
A veterinarian. I have decided to sacrifice the dog.
- Georges. You can not. - It's my dog, right?
Anyway, no phone.
No phone?
- It takes six months to obtain a line. - Okay.
But you are a doctor, you will.
Hell, he is my dog, right?
- I want him killed. - You'll regret this in 3 months.
- Why in 3 months? - Because you'll be cured.
Cured. Cured.
- What are you doing here? - You called me, sir.
Yes?
I went back to sleep, I guess.
- He slept well, sir? - Not bad.
- The pills, sir. - Thanks.
Kim. Come here.
Here. Closer.
Take off your jacket.
Come on, Take it off.
Show me your shoulder.
- Who did that? Me? - Yes, sir.
- Why? - I made a mistake, sir.
What error?
I forgot to tell the shop to bring the car.
What car? What size?
A year ago, sir. It was in Hong Kong.
It was the U.S. auto he had.
Get dressed.
It's best if he stays in his room and rest.
But Frederic, how long do you think he can be locked up here?
Frankly, I do not know.
But it makes no sense to get nervous.
Nothing is accomplished if we lose our heads.
What can we do, Frederic? I am terribly worried.
No need to be. It is a slow process, nothing more.
His memory returns slowly.
As the pieces of a puzzle that fit together slowly.
Frankly, don't you think you should be examined by a...?
By whom? A psychiatrist?
Locked.
No, calm and rest here are the best medicine.
Sometimes looks so worried.
Yesterday I asked if we had prisoner.
Well, in a sense we do.
What else can we do?
Take a ride in the car?
No. He's beginning to regain equilibrium.
Please explain, Frederic.
I already did. Until he heals, staying here is crucial.
Frankly,
Do we really want memory recovered?
I do not know.
Rather, if you know.
It was violent, brutal and selfish.
She married you. We appreciated very much.
We also appreciated your dog. Now she wants to kill him.
I want to be recognized.
But I fear that when I am,
it will be as it was before,
instead of how it is now.
And look at me as an unknown, just when I...
Right when you begin to love?
Yes, maybe.
- I expect? - No, you were already here.
I got news.
Yes, sit.
Listen.
From now on,
I'll seriously try to be obedient.
What are the best ways for your husband to recover memory?
Is it making love?
First, it's prohibited.
By whom? The crazy Freddie?
Yeah. The craziness of Freddie.
You should talk with him.
It's prohibited until you have recovered physically.
And then, Mr. Campo, as we wait
until one night when you're well enough to remember without doubt
that I really am your wife.
You say it like trick?
I do not want to cheat on my husband with a man
that is unsure if he is my husband.
- What if I were sure of that? - You would have to prove it.
Demonstrated to you and your dog.
What if you and your dog will bond a little more?
See? I try. Drink,
drink and sleep.
Georges Campo.
You're losing your head. You're completely crazy.
Kim hit her with a whip.
You were brutal. You get drunk with British officers.
You're losing your head.
You give the gold broach to Christiane,
not yours.
You give clothes, very expensive clothes from Paris,
Balenciaga dresses.
"Yes" is "How".
"No" is "Poo-How."
"I thirst" is "Wo-k'o-lay."
"I am hungry" is "Wo-ngo-lay."
Pipes of a rare collection.
Phone for a Pierre Lagrange.
- For me? - Mr. Lagrange.
Pierre Lagrange.
- What? Can not sleep? - A nightmare.
We were in a bar.
Someone called Pierre Lagrange to the phone.
Have you returned?
And I automatically went to answer.
They hung up. Wrong number.
Listen, Freddie, something is wrong.
I did not invent the name.
Not all these invented scenes return those memories.
- What memories? - In a war,
burning villages, houses, farms, Arab mosques,
the hills of Kabylia. I've seen everything.
A bus that takes me to France for weekend,
a friend who plays the harmonica, another vomiting.
That is not very impressive. I've seen this in hundreds of films.
And I say that I have seen this with my own eyes. I have seen!
You, Christiane, George Campo, are not consistent.
It is a dream. It simply makes no sense.
And you and your Lagrange? Does that make sense?
Learning Chinese in Algeria?
Did you know Christiane and I in Kabylia?
Did you have your chinese lover in the Casbah?
Your accident occurred in the Sahara? What the hell do you want?
Do you want a certificate from the council, or a priest of the parish
to show that you are you?
Well, I will show you.
But in my dream, I went to the phone without hesitation.
Listen, it means nothing if you're another person in a dream.
Just this morning, between midnight and 7:00am,
discovered penicillin.
Yes, I was Sir Alexander Fleming.
We go to sleep. And do not forget your medicine.
You need it.
Come on, George. Get in.
Don't play.
Do you want me to put you in a psychiatric hospital?
Where were you?
I do not know. The police.
Well. Walk.
But do you know where to go after?
To an institution. Shall we?
My name Lagrange, and my dog wants to bite,
my wife and my friend are keeping me prisoner.
Can you imagine what they think when they hear this fairy tale?
Well if you're a true friend, cannot depend on Christiane.
Why?
Because yesterday I claimed that progress was being made.
If she now learned that I wandered around like a lost dog...
If she doesn't see us enter, I will not say anything.
Thank you.
If I were you, pretend to be Asterix.
It is much more popular Pierre...
- What is your name? - Lagrange.
That's it. Lagrange.
Georges. Georges Campo.
You're right, you're crazy.
Georges Campo returned from China.
Georges.
You are lost.
Suicíde for freedom.
Only suicide can break you free.
There is a gun in the drawer.
In the drawer.
Pistol. A gun.
Take the gun, Georges.
Suicide.
It is the only way to escape.
The only way.
You're crazy, Georges.
You must commit suicide. Pistol.
Madness, the only way.
Pistol.
Georges, Frederic has bought you a motorcycle. Are not you glad?
Freddie is great.
And you too, Ms. Campo.
Georges, do not be silly.
- Are not you pleased by my progress? - Yes, but behave yourself.
What are you doing? It hurts. Are you crazy?
Of course.
A man is crazy for wanting to make love to his wife.
Maybe later, but not yet.
Remember what I said.
I feel more normal,
- Damn normal. - Prove it.
How about this progress? Okay.
You know what these words mean?
Thank you. Good night. Good day. Bye.
Bravo.
What does that mean?
I said it a thousand times. Means "I love you."
If I say in French, Can we make a deal?
Not yet.
I do not want to cheat on my husband
with a man who is unsure if he is my husband.
Don't want your loving husband to frighten?
- Georges. Is that you? - No. No.
Georges. Do not be ridiculous. Let me go. Stop it!
- I said I wasn't he. - Georges, stop!
What you gonna do, rape me?
Fine. I want to make love to my wife, and rape.
So is the drop that spilled the glass.
Stop it, Georges.
Damn, if I can not even dream about my past strength in Hong Kong,
my geisha, my tigers, exotic pleasure in Kowloon,
my house by the lake and the Dragon pouring water from the source...
Yeah.
What?
The dragon of the source. Is real.
You see, you remember.
You should tell my wife. You hear I'm all better, my dear?
- Is that not proof enough for you? - Okay. You're a smart boy.
But you can do even better.
- Freddie? - Yes?
Are you the tragic story of my life?
My wife is a saint, a nun, a statue.
I guess you can not have it all.
We apologize for the indiscretion, I can not help but be curious.
Why do you want to redecorate all the rooms?
- My husband, Georges Campo. - Jean Debrosse, his decorator.
Delighted.
Just returned from the colonies, Huh?
Dear sir, in the world today, there is no cologne.
He is absolutely right. Too bad.
We were in Hong Kong.
I know. I asked his lovely wife
why I would like to redecorate all the rooms of this magnificent chateau.
We hope to have many guests, huh, George?
Yes. Also, we don't have children yet. Of course I'm disappointed.
- But my wife... - George, please.
Then suggest something very simple.
Beautiful furniture, solid surface.
Antique, of course.
Cover the walls with solid color fabrics,
in a different color for each room.
A bright yellow,
a bright orange,
- A red... - Red, maybe.
That's it.
- What a beautiful piece. - Curious, no?
I bought it in Hong Kong.
Sorry.
- But that is... - My collection of pipes. Opium, of course.
Very rare.
Give them a budget next week, Mr. Campo.
Okay.
Of course, try to calculate it accurately as possible.
Of course. And do not forget an operating room.
- An operating room? - My friend jokes. I'm doctor.
And family friend. Naturally they will install a torture chamber.
Do you smoke cigars, sir?
I have some excellent Cuban.
I bought in Hong Kong, via Mexico.
- God blessed. How horrible. - That was close, Mr. Campo.
Yes
Bastard.
Do they take my wife?
- Yes, sir. Very practical. - I wonder.
What time is it? Say it in Chinese.
5:00 do?
Has Mr. Frederic left?
No, in french.
Mr. Frederic was the person, sir.
And my wife?
Is resting, sir.
Come in.
- You called, sir? - Yes
Tell my wife and Mr. Frederic we'll not to eat tonight.
I am very tired. I do not want to bother anyone.
Mr. Frederic won't return until tomorrow.
So you can deliver both messages. That is all.
- Hey, Mao Tse-tung. - Sir?
Nothing, go away.
- The master is in his room, madam. - Thanks, Kim.
I said I didn't want anyboby to bother me.
- What is the problem Georges? - Nothing.
- Yes. - I said ther is none.
Something happened. Díd you know.
Well. Let me give you the latest news.
Georges Campo is dead, buried, and rotten.
Georges. What?
Rotten, do you hear? He stinks. He is as rotten meat.
Want to give a hand to a corpse?
Want to say goodbye one last time Georges Campo? Come on.
What are you looking for, Georges?
My poor darling. You must have had a nightmare.
You should get some sleep.
You'll feel better tomorrow.
- I go to sleep. Good night. - Good evening.
That's enough, Kim.
Georges, listen.
Georges Campo is crazy.
You're crazy.
Georges, you're completely insane.
Georges, you're going to commit suicide.
You must commit suicide now.
Suicide.
Better death than madness.
Georges. This is the best death.
You wake up, Georges.
Going to the window.
Jump into space.
We will end this hell.
Find peace.
Peace.
Definitely.
Peace.
Wake up.
What? What are you doing here?
- Not asleep? - Yes, but I woke up.
What do you want?
Make love.
Now we are alone. Take it off.
No, no. Let me go.
So it's him.
Freddie has killed your husband?
- Three shots. - When?
Ten days before your accident.
An accident that you planned?
And I could have died? But unfortunately survived.
Yes
That really should have ruined the plans.
When he talked.
But he could not remember anything.
The doctor warned me at the hospital.
You might have temporary amnesia.
So we took advantage of it.
And if something went wrong, thinking that you could save with your charms.
Am I wrong?
No, you're pretty good.
- You too. - Thanks.
But continuing.
Who was your husband?
We returned to Hong Kong.
Here, nobody knew.
He was brutal, violent and a drunkard.
Sounds like a great guy.
Freddie was your lover and you fought?
Yes, they killed Frederic.
And then I recruited you. We met in a bar.
You drank too much.
You were unique.
But why me?
How did I fit into the plan?
I had just come from Algeria. Nor did you know anyone.
And once I had become Georges Campo,
you kill me or have me die in an accident.
An innocent beautiful corpse.
The dog, the trap door, the spider.
The spider was Kim's idea.
I hated it from the start.
And he was also in on the deal? And how did he fit the design?
We needed a witness...
that would see Georges Campo alive.
The spider, the dog,
the trap door, the decorator.
But why the recorder?
Frederic had treated soldiers in the war with hypnopedia.
Hypnopedia?
- Brainwashing? - Yes
Freddie is also a great guy.
What will you do with me now?
Make love.
If you want.
- The lady was taken? - The lady is in the dining room, sir.
Good morning, Christiane.
Good morning, Georges.
New haircut.
How are you this morning?
Troubled
The political situation.
- Now you are interested in politics? - Yes
If you're interested in Georges Campo.
About his wife.
I said to his wife.
What's wrong honey?
Are you not glad that your loving husband...
has regained his memory completely?
We play croquet later, Freddie?
Yes, if you want.
I'll show you a stroke that puts extra spin to the ball.
A british sergeant in Hong Kong taught it.
Lagrange. A friend of mine.
Can you imagine, Freddie? I thought that my wife...
was a nun, a saint, a statue.
I performed.
In your absence we had a second honeymoon. Fine.
Right, Christiane?
Here's a phone, Huh, Kim?
- Yes, sir. - Where is it?
What will you do now?
Call the police. For that purpose.
Hang up.
Two killed, one remains.
- Are you going to kill me? - Do not move.
Well, what then?
It is true that if you kill me there will be some time.
Considering the amount of traffic and out of here.
- Can I smoke a cigarette? - Yes
Thank you.
Actually, my name is Pierre Lagrange, right?
Yes
I thought.
You are not nothing.
A former soldier and drunk vagrant.
It was I who planned it all.
I killed my husband.
I planned your accident
and it seemed that I had failed.
I thought of the trap door and the dogs inside.
When I saw the dogs wouldn't kill you they recovered the body,
I gave it to Kim. Understand?
Want to know more?
Kim was the only witness and I trusted him.
All this is very interesting.
For. For.
Operator, could you please connect me with the police, please?
Police?
Call from the Chateau des Tours.
Come immediately, please.
No, no. Two people have been killed.
Yes, well. It's hard to explain by telephone.
Do not touch anything.
Good job, Mrs. Campo.
- Now what? - What are you doing?
Pierre Lagrange has alot of time to think
before the police arrive.
He can worry himself.
Can we talk somewhere?
Please.
Now, how did this double murder happen?
There was a violent discussion...
...among our guests, Dr. Frederic Launay...
...and our servant.
He stabbed Dr. Launay and the doctor shot him.
I see.
- And now, sir, may I ask ...? - Who am I?
- I own this property. - What is your name?
We are in the room above.
Georges. You're completely crazy.
Your suicidal.
You must kill yourself now.
Suicide. Better than the madness.