Diabolically Yours (Diaboliquement vôtre)

He's awake, Doctor.

It looks all right.

Where am I? In a hospital?

A private hospital.

Private hospital?

Am I sick?

You were, but you're better now.

Open your mouth.

Does it hurt?

No, just a little stiff.

It'll ease with time. And here?

All right?

What did I have there?

It's just a scar now.

What happened?

When a drunk man drives at 100 miles an hour,

he is likely to have an accident.

An accident?

Was I alone?

Luckily your wife was thrown clear by the impact.

The cast can come off. Just a bandage, for support.

My wife?

Thrown clear?

Yes, and you were almost thrown out of this world.

Instead you spent three weeks in a coma.

Now get some rest.

Everything's taken care of.

- Doctor. - Calm yourself

You said that...

- my wife... - She's all right. Relax.

At last.

I'm so grateful for all you've done for my husband.

Don't mention it.

I've brought your master home, Kim.

Help me.

Are you all right, sir?

Master is fine.

Your bedroom is ready, sir.

Be polite to Kim.

That's Kim?

Give a hand.

Would you care for anything, sir?

A small cup of coffee, Kim.

- Two cars? - She's three days old.

Brand new. Like you.

You've made a few changes since I left, haven't you?

No, nothing at all, darling.

It looks different somehow.

Come up to your room.

Watch your step.

I hope you haven't changed my room.

Kim only put some flowers in.

- I love flowers, I always have. - I know that, darling.

Flowers, Chinese furniture, Buicks.

- What a life, eh, Kim? - Silly.

No, no. It's here.

Well, if you'll allow me, I'd like to go into my room alone.

Well, Kim, I see you didn't forget the flowers.

But... where is the television?

But Georges, you know you hate television.

Do I? I get confused.

I love flowers and I hate television.

Enough nonsense. Get into bed.

No, Kim, Master undresses all by himself,

like a big boy.

Silly.

You called, sir?

Yes. Go and tell Madame that I want to see her.

- Go ahead. - I beg your pardon, sir?

I said, "Go ahead."

Move. Go. Understand?

Master will speak to Madame.

Master will speak to Madame.

To whom will he speak? He will speak to whom?

He's going to speak to whom? Master will speak to Madame.

- You called me? - Yes. Master called Madame.

To kiss her?

Not exactly. Sit down.

And be a good girl.

Georges Campo wishes to ask Christiane Campo a few questions.

First of all, are you sure you're my wife?

If you start like that, I'll leave.

Go ahead. You leave and I'll get a divorce.

They'd refuse you. You don't have any valid grounds.

When a chap has an accident

and doesn't recognise his wife when he recovers,

that's grounds for divorce, isn't it?

All right. We'll get a divorce.

sit down.

- I'm listening, darling. - So, you are my wife?

- And this fabulous place is mine? - All yours.

From what I can see, we're rich.

We brought everything back from Hong Kong, darling.

Hong Kong. And I had a business there.

What kind of business?

Construction.

By the way...

do we have any children?

- Not yet. - Are you sure?

We'll take care of that oversight. I'm for having four children.

Four boys, agreed?

Why don't we start right now?

We'll talk about children

when you're all recovered and healthy.

I feel healthy enough.

Amnesiac, sex-crazed, cynical.

You have all the faults.

I shouldn't love you, but I do.

Ask Mao to bring me some tea.

Right away.

Tea and a copy of Mao's thoughts.

Madame asks you, sir, not to forget your pills.

Sir will not forget.

How long have you worked for me now, Kim?

Seven years, sir.

And when did we come back from Hong Kong, Kim?

One month before your accident, sir.

- Did I speak Chinese? - Yes, sir. A few words.

What does this mean?

It's Freddie.

What the hell is he doing here?

Mr. Campo, the situation is getting very complicated.

But Christiane, there's no reason, absolutely no reason

to hide who I am, since he is sick.

And if he's only pretending?

All the more reason to tell him the truth.

Let me do it my way.

But why didn't he recognise me?

And why didn't he say anything about having amnesia to the doctor?

Because when you're married to a woman as beautiful as Mrs. Campo,

certain memories are bound to come back.

Come in.

I have.

How are you?

I saw you arrive from the window.

What's your name?

Do you recognise my voice?

- What's my name? - Old Man Moses.

Did you come here to louse up this wonderful deal, Freddie?

It was too good to be true, Freddie.

Don't stop, Kim.

Kim, what do you think -

is... my husband acting...

or does he really have amnesia?

Master is sick, I'm sure of it.

But he is happy to believe he is Madame's husband.

Don't stop, Kim.

Just like that, my name is Georges Campo?

- And Christiane is my wife? - Yes.

And you're a doctor?

And we've been friends for ten years?

And you, Christiane and I, we just came back from China,

- I mean Hong Kong, six weeks ago? - Correct.

I must tell you, right now my memory is like Hiroshima.

All that's left is a big jumble.

You're the only one I recognise and all I remember are bars, night clubs

- and wild parties. - Of course.

We used to go out on the town together in Kowloon.

- While Christiane was making couscous? - What?

No, no, lacquered duck, shark fins.

You're confusing it with Algerian food.

Just my luck. I hate Chinese food.

And three weeks ago you loved about it.

Well, I say I hate Chinese food

and I love méchoui, couscous and mint tea.

Everything's mixed up. Even my exotic tastes.

What about you, you're a doctor?

Frédéric Launay, M.D.

Chatham Road, Kowloon.

Freddie, do you mind if I stare at you?

I'll have to take your word for it, right, Freddie?

Look, don't worry, your memory will return -

either all at once, or little by little.

What's the matter? Is your wife too beautiful for you?

Are you joking?

She's a knockout, it's just...

I can't remember ever,

you know.

All this money, Buicks, a château...

I'm just afraid of waking up and go back to being

- Pierre Lagrange. - Why Pierre Lagrange?

Where's Mao Tse-tung, on vacation?

Chairman Mao is sewing some of my dresses.

The Chairman knows how to do everything.

- Is he a barber too? - Why, darling?

Because even staying in bed, my hair keeps on growing.

You can go into the village as soon as you're well.

Can I?

You're not a prisoner, dear.

Anyway Kim has lots of talents,

if you want, he can reshape your head any time.

You know, that Pierre Lagrange annoys me.

If only you knew how much.

By the way,

- did I talk that vulgar in Hong Kong? - Very vulgar.

But I don't mind that so much, but stop talking about your Pierre Delagrange.

Not Delagrange. Lagrange.

What's funny...

is that I'm starting to remember things.

- Well, not really. Words. - What words?