1:30:13
Reverently she put it away...
1:30:17
...tongue slightly protruding, like
a witch sticking pins in a figurine
1:30:24
Throw it away, Paul
1:30:27
We've a gun already
1:30:29
The gem of our Treasure
1:30:31
Give it to Gérard to throw
in the Seine
1:30:35
Paul and I don't care for petty minds
1:30:39
Take that as read
1:30:53
It was a Sunday and snowing
1:30:57
Elisabeth stayed in bed all day
1:31:00
She slept. She dreamed...
1:31:04
Paul was dead, walking in
a strange way
1:31:14
She took the blue path...
1:31:16
...leading to the blue carpet
in the gallery
1:31:23
She wore an unfamiliar dressing-
gown, not her usual towelling one
1:31:34
She climbed a hillock
1:31:42
Passing one of the screens,
she found the Chinese room gone...
1:31:48
...and Paul lying on the
billiard-table
1:31:52
The table's name was Melancholy
1:31:56
She leaned over Paul, her left hand
touching the automatic marker...