Count...
whom we all think is the good guy,
actually betrays...
Victor.
That's what she said.
Mother, what have you done?
I don't remember this Victor chap
in The Priest Confesses.
He's not in The Priest Confesses.
Was it The Poisoned Princess?
No, he's not in a book. He's real.
Darling, I know we like to think of them
as real...
but they are only characters in a book.
She obviously thinks
that Victor is Vincent. Here it is.
"Rebecca gave Vincent's secretary
urgent instructions:
"'Meet me at Chez Bernard immediately.
"'Your future and that of your country
hang in the balance."'
I will not be outwitted
by a two-dimensional character...
in a cheap romantic thriller.
Bite your tongue.
Oh, my God.
Excuse me, sir.
Victor. Is he all right?
- Yes, sir.
- What happened? Was there a girl?
Excuse me.
Rebecca. Are you all right?
I'm fine, Dimitri.
Unfortunately, Victor wasn't so lucky.
God, what happened?
If it wasn't for Miss Ryan's knowledge
of first aid...
he would be in the morgue right now.
Just doing my job.
We found traces of potassium cyanide.
- Cyanide?
- Yes.
But as I remember it
he was supposed to have his throat cut.
They caught me off guard.
I didn't expect them to poison him.
- But look.
- What is that?
It's the matchbook from the park.
- Where did you get that?
- It was in his pocket.
"640 St. Raphaлl 12."
What do you think that means?
It's an address.
- It must be an address.
- Exactly.
Taxi.
Why am I saying this?
Well done, Dimitri.
Now, what about the 12?
Maybe we missed him.
Maybe it's just as well.
Might have been
a lot of innocent bloodshed...
if he'd had the nerve to show up.
- Who?
- Count Reneleau.
Can't we just forget this character
for a while?
I've been trying to forget Reneleau
for years.
You might as well try and forget evil.
He thinks I'm stupid and inept.
He doesn't even know me.
It makes me so mad...
when he ignores me
for his accounts at 2:00 in the morning.
He ignores you for his accounts?
What do you mean?
What?
You said he ignores you
for his accounts.
No. He's a Count. Count Reneleau.
I don't think
I can take much more of this.
People are shooting at us with guns
and everything, and I don't know why.
I don't know what's real anymore.
I don't even know if you're real.
I don't know what it is you've got,
but I think it's contagious.
Do you want to?
If you want to.
- Only if you do.
- Well, sure, I want to.
- You don't sound very sure.
- Sure I'm sure.
It's just if you've seen one cathedral,
you've seen them all.
- Okay, Harold.
- It's only a stupid cathedral.
It's not the cathedral, Harold.
It's the last 15 years.
What's wrong?
Don't worry. Everything will be fine.
Really. Everything's going to be all right.
I won't let anything happen to you.
I'll stay with you till you're through this.
If anything does happen to you...
it'll probably happen to me as well.
Now, let's eat.
Oh, my God.
I've got it.
- I've got it.
- Got what?
Count Reneleau wasn't trying
to kill Victor, he was trying to kill me.
- What's wrong?
- God. You're so beautiful.
I know, but that's beside the point.
Aren't you listening to me?
- No, I think you better leave.
- Why?
- Sorry.
- I'm not.
I've waited for this moment for 15 years.
I wish that were true.
I wish it were all true.
I've loved you ever since the first time
I set eyes on you.
Really?
Ever since we met on that train
to Istanbul so many years ago.
Rebecca.
There's something we have to face.
I know. I think we made a mistake.
I don't know.
That's my fault, it's not yours.
It's no one's fault. It just happened.
- We must have misread it.
- Misread it?
Yeah, the address.
It didn't lead us anywhere.
- Do you think it could be a red herring?
- I'm afraid to think anymore.
My son also rises.
Too bad you weren't up earlier
to help me in the garden.
My chrysanthemums
are lovely this year.
- I think I'm in love with her.
- Isn't that