The Sleepwalker (Boniface somnambule)

Your bottle, sir.

Who is it for?

Hmm?

Tickle, tickle, tickle...

Here.

Drink.

Drink.

There.

There.

Hmm.

Can't you see it?

Listen, Bobby, let's see.

That's good.

Here's the bottle.

Ah, no.

Can't you see it?

Well, you'll see it later.

Bobby.

Oh, what a lovely girl.

What a look, what a figure.

The dog.

It's not about you, come on.

Can I help you, miss?

No, thanks, I'm just looking.

Ah, a mourning.

Look.

Can I help you, sir?

I want to give a gift to a woman, a very pretty woman.

Show me your best. - In gold.

Of course. - A gift in gold.

He got by with cakes. - That's a fine piece.

This powder case is very popular.

Yes, not bad.

Here, show me that clip in the window.

But it's not like that. You don't know how, old rogue.

Oh, there's still time.

It's very beautiful and it's an exclusive model.

Listen, I'll think about it.

I can't decide.

Ah, no?

Funny, I feel your choice is made.

Pardon?

Do you want to go to the register or my office?

Sir, I don't understand.

That's what I said, in my office.

But... - This way, sir.

Ah, well then.

What do you want, Ginette?

Can you believe it? I just turned and he grabbed a gold lighter.

Impossible. - Well yes, kid, that's how it is.

Come on.

But, sir. - There is no sir.

It won't happen, I protest. - Don't protest, sir.

We hate scandal.

Give me the lighter back.

Which lighter?

Which lighter?

Ah, no, no, no. The lighter.

I admit, I can't see. - Ah, you can't see?

Well, see a specialist, I see everything in Berthès stores.

This distinguished one is a thief.

Ah, damn. - It's fine.

For now, we have Mr. Boniface.

He's a tree, anyway.

That's me.

Boniface, detective of Berthès stores.

So, you understand now, yes?

Compliments, sir, but not fair-play.

I don't care about fair-play. - But what are you doing?

My job, miss deputy director: detective.

Yes, even if you're the weak arm. - The weak arm.

You won, sir.

Glad to hear that.

Come on.

Did you call me, Mr. Boniface? - Yes.

Take this person to the police station.

I'll file my report later.

My respects. - Yes, yes, respects are fine.

Let's go. - I'm following you.

Ah, bravo, dear Mr. Boniface.

I just heard about your latest success.

Courage, insight, instinct.

I like that. - You know, sir director...

Ah, and modest too.

Dear Mr. Boniface, bravo.

Bravo, bravo.

I'll say more. - Yes.

Bravo, bravo.

If you allow, it's not mine. No, it's for my criminology museum.

Yes, it is... So...

We'll walk on erased signs.

An antique dealer's reserve, your reserve is nice.

A real market, at most. Take your things.

Okay, fine, I'm going.

Ah.

Oh.

Hey, be careful there.

René? René? Where's the bag?

The bag.

The bag goes on your head. Don't get it wrong, okay?

No, it's not my fault, it must have slipped.

Well, be careful next time.

Oh.

René. - Ah. He'll make me pay.

René, where's the bag? - Which bag?

It's gone. - Gone?

Where?

Boniface is there, I'm sure. - Come on, you're joking about Boniface.

I swear it's him.

I saw him like you did. - On TV?

No, I'm certain. Come see, come.

It's Boniface. He's sleepwalking.

Sleepwalking what? - Sleepwalking.

Don't know what a sleepwalker is? Someone who walks in their sleep at night.

Mine holds firm.

There, he recognized us.

You're crazy, sleepwalkers see without seeing.

Then why did you greet him?

None of your business.

Come on, let's go. - Where?

To his room.

He possessed us the other day. Let's get even. Come on.

Looks like we're alone, no one here.

Oh, wow... Boniface has improved.

Detective at Berthès.

Well, then.

Ah, see how he defends himself, look at number twenty.

But we will defend ourselves. Come on, here's the right strap.

Ah, fun to catch a cop. - Ah, you told me.

Still, I mean...

Detective and sleepwalker, what a strange mix.

I know a detective must be a little crazy. Come on, no time to lose.

Visions, now.

You're alive, poor Victor.

Nothing new.

I don't understand. First siren that won't talk.

Let's go. - Oh no, she's holding tight.

She's surely the one putting her thing.

So, shall we?

Let's put it back first. - Why?

So he won't see tomorrow that we robbed it.

But the box. - We take it.

When he wakes up, he won't know it exists.

Come on, do as I say.

What are you doing here?

Your place is not here, over there.

But you switched places.

What a service.

I know someone who will have trouble.

Big trouble.

Sir.

Here's your breakfast, sir. - Ah, it's you, Jules.

So, Jules, will it continue?

What did I tell you, Jules?

Never move objects.

Jules, you are... You're not Jules.

No, sir, I am... - Be quiet.

But I know you.

Yes, sir, I am...

Silence, I'll tell you who you are. Let me check my file.

I have your photo in it.

You are the little... No.

Still missing a small detail, but... it will come.

Ah, so it's you...

who was the seducer wreaking havoc on the Côte d'Azur hotels.

Oh, sir.

With a face like that, impossible.

So, you are the deaf-mute from Porte d'Italie.

Really. - I believe you.

And yet...

You are René.

From Charlie's gang.

From the front-wheel-drive gang.

Alas, yes, sir.

I was.

But now, I am René.

The valet.

At your service, sir.

Yes, I see.

You abandoned the front-wheel drives.

And you bought...

a manual.

Yes, sir. And I hope to stay on the right track, sir.

And I count on you to help me.

Help me?

Oh, yes, sir.

Help me.

Thank you.

I'm listening.

Well, here.

I hope sir will have the generosity to forget my past mistakes.

It's so hard to find a good spot...

when you want to work honestly.

Don't cry, madam, sir.

If you want to work, all will be fine.

Let's forget the past.

Come back.

If anything's missing... - Oh, sir.

All good.

I trust you.