All language subtitles for Maigret s01e03 Maigret goes to school.eng

(PHONE RINGS)

Good morning, Philippe.
Good morning, sir.

How can we help, Monsieur? I'd
like to see Chief Inspector Maigr

So would many people.
You'll have to make do with me.

What's your problem?

I'm Joseph Gastin.

I live in a village on the Seudre
estuary, near La Rochelle.

I've been travelling all night.

I need Monsieur Maigret's help.

Well, first of all, we have no
authority in La Rochelle

and secondly, Chief Inspector Maigret
is very busy.

I need his protection. I'm about to
be arrested for murder.

(HUBBUB)

I'm a schoolmaster in a place called
St Andre-sur-Mer.

It's tiny. We're famous for our
oysters and mussels.

That's all.

Who are you supposed to have killed,
one of your pupils?

Leone Birad. She used to be our
postmistress.

When did she die?
Two days ago, Tuesday morning.

She was shot through the eye.

Did you do it?

No, of course not, but they think I
did.

Well, I'm afraid Inspector Janvier
is right,

it is nothing to do with us.

Give me the gendarmerie
at La Rochelle.

And Chief Inspector Maigret
certainly has - Morning, boys.

Chief Inspector Maigret?

You are Chief Inspector Maigret,
aren't you?

Captain Danielou told me not to go
away,

even though he doesn't have enough
evidence to arrest me.

Not yet, anyway.

If the Captain doesn't have enough
evidence to arrest you,

why did you go?

Because he'll get hold of it.

They'll find it for him somehow.

They?
The villagers.

They hate me and my wife.

We weren't born there, you see,
they've never forgiven us.

Tell me about this Leone Birad.

She was a terrible woman. She hated
everyone and everyone hated her.

Why, wasn't she born there, either?

No, because when she ran the post
office, she'd read people's mail,

listen in on the phone calls,

and then she'd use all the secrets to
cause trouble.

It was her hobby, turning people
against each other.

Was she married?

Leone?!

So why is Captain Danielou so sure
you killed Leone Birad?

Well, for one thing, my son
Jean-Paul

has an air rifle like the one that
killed her,

but quite a few of the boys do,
it was a craze last year.

Any other reason?

When they questioned me,
I said it was in his room.

It wasn't,

they found it in my tool shed.

Well, Jean-Paul must have left it
there.

The schoolmaster in the village
I grew up in

wasn't much liked, either.

Perhaps it goes with the job.

Pardon?

I was very fond of him, though.

I shall always remember him.

Monsieur Gastin.

(PHONE RINGS)

Maigret.

Yes, I'll be straight through.

Look, I shan't run away, I promise.

And you know you are my only hope.

Just been onto Captain Danielou at
La Rochelle. He wants Gastin back.

Says he's got more than enough
evidence to arrest him.

Some kid's just come in with new
evidence. One of Gastin's pup

I think I'll go down and take a look.

You're not getting involved with
this, are you?

I believe the oysters are very good
in that part of the world, Marcel.

Is there anything else?

When they asked me where I was when
the shooting happened,

I said I was in the classroom, but I
wasn't.

I completely forgot. It must have
been nerves, I suppose.

Where were you?

After the break, I went out for a
couple of minutes.

I'm secretary at the town hall
as well as schoolmaster.

I had to get a paper for a farmer
for his pension.

Will he corroborate that?
Oh, yes.

And then I popped in on my wife for
a couple of minutes.

She hasn't been very well lately.

She was asleep. And that's when the
shooting happened?

Apparently so, I'm afraid to say.

It's an honour to meet you, sir.
Thank you.

No need for that.

Monsieur...

You realise, Captain, I'm not here
in any official capacity.

Oh, no, anything you can do to help,
sir, please.

Although I do think we now have
conclusive evidence.

From one of the pupils?
Yes.

Yes, he saw Gastin coming out of the
shed where the rifle was found.

Just five minutes after the shot was
heard. Odd, though.

I mean, the shooting was on Tuesday,

the boy waited 48 hours before he
reported it.

Well, he was frightened.
Imagine, your own teacher,

what must it be like?

Tell me, Captain, is there an inn in
St Andre

where I can get some good country
food?

Only if you're going that way
yourself, of course.

Well...

No mussels or oysters. There was a
neap tide on Tuesday.

Nobody gets mussels or oysters at
neap tide.

Just the wine, then.
Right.

How many nights?
Two or three, who knows?

Till you prove the schoolmaster
innocent, huh?

Do you think he's innocent?

Well, why else would you be here?

Let me buy you a drink,
Monsieur Paumelle.

Oh.

A brandy, thank you.

The one with the broken nose.

He heard the shot.
He was in his garden.

Theo, you heard the shot,
didn't you?

Why shouldn't I have heard it?

What time was it? Do you remember?

Ten-past ten. He told me.

Good health, Monsieur.

He's the Deputy Mayor, you know.

When he remembers to be.

To hell with the lot of you!

And especially people who come here
making trouble for us!

Marcellin, the butcher.
Is he always like that?

Only when the first half-bottle of
Pernod's got to him.

(DOOR SLAMS)
By lunch time, usually.

(SEAGULLS CALL)

They were swimming in the sea only
this morning, Monsieur.

Uh.
Good morning.

(CHILDREN RECITING)

CHILDREN: Good morning, Monsieur.

Good morning, Monsieur...

Chief Inspector Maigret?

The Captain told me you were coming.

I'm Doctor Bresselles.

As a matter of fact, I've just been
to see Madame Gastin.

The murderer's wife.
Or isn't he the murderer?

Yes, he told me she wasn't well.

Is that the Gastin's house?

At the risk of betraying my
Hippocratic Oath,

she is never well.

Ah, good morning, Madame Marcellin.

Morning, Doctor.

The butcher's wife.
How did you...?

Of course, that scoundrel Paumelle
has been filling you in on all the So, has he told you about Chevesoux?

Who?

Ah, well.

The Gastins used to live Courbevoie.

They were both teachers at a very
good school,

and Chevesoux was a local town
councillor.

Strong, handsome fellow, apparently.

Unfortunately, Madame Gastin
developed what one can only call

a devouring passion for him, to which
he responded with great enthusiasm.

He could do what he liked with her,
and did.

At every opportunity. Good morning!
Morning.

Until one day, Chevesoux's wife
turned up at the school

and shot Madame Gastin.

Hit her right in the shoulder.

At which point the Gastins developed
a sudden craving - Hello! -

They developed a sudden craving for
fresh country air,

and ended up here.

The poor woman has never recovered
from it.

That's all very interesting, Doctor.

What's it got to do with the death
of Leone Birad?

Nothing at all, I'm sure.

Except that Leone used to stand by
her window, over there,

and shout filthy remarks about her to
the world at large,

to the great delight of the rest of
the village.

Hm...

Did you like Leone Birad?
Like her?!

She was undoubtedly the most
poisonous, unpleasant woman

I have ever known.
My theory is the entire village

conspired to murder her
for the greater benefit of mankind.

Now, if you will excuse me, I must be
on my way.

(HENS CLUCKING)

Madame Gastin?

There's nothing in there,
Chief Inspector.

They took the rifle away.

You see...

It is Chief Inspector, isn't it?

Hello, Jean-Paul. Have I got the
right name?

Yes.

Run along upstairs, Jean-Paul, and
take your work with you.

How was Joseph, when they took him
away?

Did he give you any message for me?
He's very calm. Very well.

But no message, I'm afraid.

I blame myself entirely.

Because you brought him here?

Yes.

I know why you came.

I know about Chevesoux.

These things happen.

People lose control.

It's a kind of madness.

You shouldn't feel ashamed.

Oh...

Joseph had such good prospects.

He's a very clever man, exceptional,
no-one realises.

I've always loved him, even then.

I ruined his career.

I thought we could begin a new life
here.

The villagers were suspicious at
first, but country people are.

Then they found out about me.

It was worse for Joseph than me.

After that, even the children didn't
have any respect for him.

Tell me...

is there anyone who's been
particularly unpleasant?

Anyone who particularly dislikes you?

Yes.

Theo. Theo Coumart.

The Deputy Mayor.

He burst in here one day last
winter,

while Joseph and Jean-Paul were at
school.

He was drunk, as usual.

He pushed me back on the kitchen
table, laughing.

I scratched his nose, it bled,
he was furious.

He said...he thought I liked that
sort of thing.

Oh, no, no. Not if it's too painful.

No, I want to tell you.

They hate Joseph because he's so
honest, you see.

That's the main reason. He knows
none of them pay income tax

and they're terrified of him.

Because he works in the town hall as
well as teaching.

They earn a fortune from their
farming and their mussel beds

and none of them declare a penny.

They want him to sign false
certificates but he won't.

Because he's a good man.

Despite everything I've done to
him...

..he's still a good man,

and that's what they detest.

I'd like to have a talk with your
son.

I'll get him for you.
No, no.

I'd like to see his room.

(KNOCKING)

Did I disturb you?
That's all right.

Are you good at grammar?

You work hard, I can tell.

Are you top of the class?
No.

Well, no, your father would be
accused of favouritism, wouldn't he?

Do you like not being at school
today?

Mother said I had to stay home.

Well, he's only a temporary teacher,
anyway.

He came up from La Rochelle this
morning.

I bet he's not half as good as your
father.

Do you remember what happened on
Tuesday morning?

Will you talk to me about it?

Look, you do want your father to get
out of prison, don't you?

Do you remember him leaving the
classroom after the break?

I suppose so. And do you remember
what happened then?

What did he do? Some of you got up
and started playing around...?

You jumped up and started talking to
somebody...? Who would I talk

I'm the schoolmaster's son.
You have friends? You go shooting.

Who said I did? I didn't kill Leone
Birad, if that's what you mean!

Who did, then?

Look, Jean-Paul, your father's in
prison,

on the evidence of a school friend of
yours.

For a murder he didn't commit.

Now, if there's anything you know -

I don't know what you're talking
about!

I don't know anything, I didn't see
anything!

There, there, there, Jean-Paul,
there, there.

(BIRD CHIRRUPING)

Maria's waiting for us.
She's Polish.

Came here when she was 16.

I'm afraid she doesn't understand
a lot.

She's a refugee and she's been
cleaning for Leone Birad for several What did you do when you found her,
Maria? Were you upset?

Oh, yes.
Well, she screamed.

Then she ran down the road past the
school.

About half a dozen people saw her.

Hm.

How often did you clean for her?

Every afternoon.

She did the shopping, she did
virtually everything for her.

Didn't you, Maria?
Yes, yes.

That's why she was going to leave
everything to me, you see,

her money and the house, for helping
her so much.

She said that?

Yes, a long time ago.

It was to Eloide, her niece.
She told me so.

(COCK CROWING) We've talked to her
niece, Madame Sellier.

It's a very nice family. Husband's
the village policeman.

Rather in awe of us at La Rochelle.
Honest fellow.

Does Madame Sellier know she's been
disinherited? Ah, well... 00:20:33,805
You see, we still haven't found
a will and erm...

if there isn't one -
You mean I won't get the money?

Well - But she only paid me half
what the others do!

The cow!

Of course, we might still find it.

How many children do you have, Maria?

Five.
Five!

What does your husband do?

I haven't got a husband.

No, Maria isn't entirely sure who all
the fathers of her children are.

Isn't that right, Maria?

But I know two of them for sure.

Do either of these two know

that Leone had promised to leave you
everything?

I told Theo. He said if I got the
house of her, he might marry me.

He was drunk, though, when he said
it.

In my vast experience, Captain,

which I assume you're eager to learn
from - Absolutely, yes. 00:21:48,300
A vital ingredient at this stage of
an investigation

is a large pitcher of white wine in
a pleasantly smoke-filled bar.

It's a little early for me, sir,
really.

A word of advice, Captain.

If you want to reach the height of
your profession,

you must never use the phrase,
"A little early for me".

Not if you want to further your
career.

If you wouldn't mind, sir, there's
something I'd like to show you.

Don't tell me, you've found a secret
supply of oysters!

They've all been used quite
recently, you see,

but that's all we can tell.

If she'd been hit anywhere else but
in the eye,

she'd only have been slightly
wounded.

Whoever it was must have either been
a crack shot or amazingly lucky.

Or unlucky.

Yes.

Does Theo Coumart have one of these?
No.

Just a double-barrelled sporting
gun. Would you like to see him?

We've questioned him already, of
course, but...

(RIFLE SHOT)

Tell me more about the Selliers.

If you don't mind, sir.
I do beg your pardon.

You say they are nice people.

Is that because Monsieur Sellier is a
policeman?

Not at all. I just found them to be
a warm happy family.

Do they have children? Yes, I told
you about their son Marcel. 00:23:19,340
He was the boy who saw Gastin coming
out of the tool shed. Ah, ye

The one who waited 48 hours before he
remembered to tell you.

(BELL RINGS)

(INAUDIBLE)

Marcel is more than happy to help,
sir.

Good. Hello, Marcel.

I'll tell his mother he will be a
little late and then I must go.

The examining magistrate's been
questioning Gastin this morning.

I'm meeting him at one.

How wonderful not to have examining
magistrates to deal with.

The relief is indescribable.

I'm sure you never tell lies,
do you, Marcel?

Yes, Monsieur, I do sometimes, but I
always go to confession afterwards.

Straight afterwards?
Well, as soon as I can.

So I don't die in a state of mortal
sin.

But they're not...

They're not bad lies, are they?

Not really bad?

I don't know.

A couple of months ago I tore my
trousers climbing a tree,

and when I got home I said

I'd caught them on a nail in
Philippe's yard.

And did you go to confession for
that? Yes, Monsieur, the next day

PUPILS: Good morning,
Chief Inspector... (ALL REPEAT)

You know, I'd like to have a look at
your classroom, Marcel.

Would you mind showing me?
Not at all.

Who is Philippe? Is he a friend of
yours?

My best friend, yes. His father's
Monsieur Marcellin, the butcher.

Is he at school today?

No, he had an accident last month.

We were playing and he was knocked
down by a motorbike.

He'll be all right, I hope. When the
plaster's off, yes, Monsieu

Oh!
Don't let me disturb you, Monsieur.

No, no, I was about to go, anyway.

I hear they have a few oysters in
today.

Don't want to miss them.

A very bright boy, Inspector.
The best in his class.

So, tell me, Marcel,

where do you sit?

Here.
Here.

Ah.

And where were you when Monsieur
Gastin came out of his shed?

Over here.

Why did you come over here?

Was it the sound of the shot?

No, the others were making

too much noise.

All I could hear
was the blacksmith shoeing a horse.

Some of the boys get a bit rough,
you see,

when the teacher's not in the room.

I don't really like it.

Is the teacher's son one of them?
Jean-Paul? No.

Who does he play with, then?

You and your friends?

No, he doesn't play with anyone
much.

Why, because none of you like his
father?

Well, it's true, isn't it?

Do you like him, Marcel?
No.

He's not fair. He always gives me
top marks,

even though Jean-Paul's done better.

I like being top, but only when I've
deserved it, not when I haven't.

Did you like Leone Birad?

No, she used to shout things at me
whenever I went past.

And you're completely sure...

that you saw Monsieur Gastin coming
out of the shed when you said he did?

Yes.

Five minutes after the shot was
fired.

Yes.

But you didn't see him with the
rifle?

No.

Neap tide's over, then?
I'm afraid not.

We just managed to get a few dozen
from down the coast.

They look very nice, I'll have those.
I'm afraid they've all gone.

We'll have more next week, though.

You'll still be here, won't you,
Inspector?

Unless you reckon you'll have found
the murderer by then.

Jacques, salt!

Fathomed the mystery yet? You will,
Inspector.

I'm sure the living legend will not
be defeated by our little -

(CAR HORN, SQUEALING TYRES)
- country crime.

It's only a motor car, Doctor.

If I was you,
I'd be less bothered about that

and a bit more worried about my
patients!

You're enjoying yourself, I hope,
Inspector.

Ha-ha.

What have you done to deserve that,
Doctor?

It comes with the job. When they're
well, it's nothing to do with you.

When they're ill, it's proof that
you're slacking. Thank you.

The Marcellin family have had more
than their fair share of illness.

His brother's in the sanatorium and
two of his children died at birth.

And his son was knocked down by
a motorbike a month ago.

Some people are born unlucky,

and Marcellin is one of them.

He opened a butcher shop in La
Rochelle once. Lost every penny.

Let me get you a drink.
No, no, no.

Some people work better
after a drink.

I'm afraid I'm not one of them.

(CHUCKLES)

What is it?
I was just thinking

that patients are often rather
hostile, you see,

as if they resent the little secrets
that you know.

Little things that nobody else knows
about them.

Not even their nearest and dearest.

But it doesn't mean they really
dislike you.

Oh, of course not.

Does that include Marcellin?

Yes.

Marcellin has very good reason not
to dislike me.

Did Leone Birad particularly dislike
you?

Leone? All the time.

She was convinced I was trying to
poison her.

Were you?

Inspector, if you are going to
interrogate me properly,

I insist we do it over lunch,
at my house.

How about tomorrow,
after the funeral?

I'd be delighted. But tell me,

who on earth is going to go
to Leone Birad's funeral?

Oh, all the scoundrels and the
hypocrites,

the drunkards and the
money-grabbers.

I'd say there'll be an enormous
turnout.

(BIRDS CALLING)

Captain Danielou came just after
that.

He was quite polite.

Well, why shouldn't he be? He's an
extremely conscientious officer.

Tell me about Doctor Bresselles.

How well did you and your wife know
him?

One could have a conversation with
him, at least.

He's a civilised man, a rarity in
these parts...

and we spend a few evenings with
early on. Why do you ask?

Did your wife get on particularly
well with him?

Doctor Bresselles told me about her
affair, Monsieur Gastin.

What happened.

Why you came out here.

Who told him?

My wife.

She had to tell him, she was...
so unhappy.

She needed pills.

And who told Leone Birad?

Did you?

Well, somebody must have done.

Who else knew about it, apart from
the priest and the doctor?

Two people we've been told we can
put our trust in.

Do either of you go to church?

No, I'm afraid not.

Oh, very clever!

But even if you are right,

I don't see that it's got to do with
the murder of Leone Birad.

All it means is, Bresselles is just
as malicious as the rest of them.

Doesn't it?

(BELL TOLLING)

Therese, fill them up as fast as you
can.

(BELL TOLLING)

(LATIN FUNERAL SERVICE)

(HORSE & CART APPROACHING)

Ah! Hello.
Ah, good morning, sir.

I believe you went to see Gastin
yesterday, sir.

The examining magistrate and I had a
little chat.

We obviously can't find Gastin
guilty

on the evidence of a single witness,
particularly a child.

Particularly as he's innocent,
Captain.

Well, he certainly still swears

he never went near the tool shed on
Tuesday morning.

He said he might have done on
Monday.

(BELL TOLLING)

(PRIEST INTONES IN LATIN THROUGHOUT)

Monsieur Sellier, Marcel's father.

That's Marcel's mother. The one
who stands to inherit everything

I don't see Madame Gastin or
Jean-Paul.

I hardly think they'd feel very
welcome here today, do you?

Today of all days.

Well, I have work to do. I might
leave you to it, if you don't mind.

(MOURNERS RESPONSES IN LATIN)

(PRIEST INTONING)

Jean-Paul.

Jean-Paul.

I'll be sitting over there.

(SEAGULLS CRY)

You shouldn't hate your father
because he makes you unhappy.

He's just as lonely as you are.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

Do you want to know what really
happened?

I do.

On the Tuesday, when break finished,

Father went off to the town hall.
I could see him from my desk.

A bit later, Marcel went to the
window, the one on the left.

Everyone else was fooling about.

Except you and Marcel.

A few minutes later, when Father
came back,

I saw him go over to our house and
go in.

Where was Marcel when this was
happening?

He'd gone over to the other window
by then, the one on the right.

I don't know what he was looking at,
but it wasn't my father.

He couldn't have seen him from
there.

And when Father came out of our
house,

he came straight over the schoolyard
and back into class.

So he didn't go into the shed
at all, I saw!

He didn't go anywhere near it.
Marcel's a liar, Monsieur!

Very pleasant.

Do you often forge medical
certificates for your patients, Docto

Only for insurance purposes.

After all, insurance companies

are such vague, far-off
institutions, don't you agree?

Rather like the government. I mean,

if they can't afford to pay a bit
over the odds, who can?

And this view is shared quite a lot
by the village?

Oh, yes, to a man, I'm afraid.

Well, almost to a man.

And we both know what happened to
him. Mm-hm.

Tell me about the motorbike accident.

Was Marcellin's son really hurt at
all?

Oh, yes, his leg was broken,
all right.

But it's relatively easy to stress

the possibility of complications in
medical reports.

And therefore help Marcellin claim

considerably more compensation
than he was entitled to.

It couldn't go to a more desperately
needy fellow.

Whose fault was the accident?

Was it the motorbike rider's or
Philippe Marcellin's?

It was evening, it was dark.

Where did it happen?
On the road out from the village.

Near Leone Birad's?

Mm-hm.

Was the driver drunk?
No, certainly not.

So, he must have seen the boy.

In fact, there were two boys.

Philippe, and Marcel Sellier.

Marcel told me.

So, what were they doing, playing
about?

I suppose so.

So, Philippe ran in front of the
bike.

The driver had no chance to stop.

So, he took the blame because he was
insured

and had nothing to lose.

Yes. He was a patient of mine from
one of the farms. I persuaded

But I've no idea what the boys were
up to, believe me.

Anyway, it was weeks before
the shooting.

I really don't see the connection.

It's a pity Leone Birad isn't here to
help us, Doctor.

Thank you, Doctor.
Pleasure.

(DOG BARKING)

Excuse me, Monsieur.
My husband's not in.

I'm aware of that, Madame.

I'd like a word with Philippe.

(KNOCKING)
Come in.

Hello.
Are you the policeman from Paris?

Your friend told you.

Did you make this?
Yeah.

It stops me getting bored, stuck in
here all day.

It's very good.

Why is that plaster still on your
leg, Philippe?

After all, it's better now, isn't it?

You've talked to the doctor,
haven't you?

How did it happen?

You were outside Leone Birad's house,

about a month before she died.

What were you doing?

We were going to stick a horseshoe
in her bed.

Of course!

The horseshoe, I remember.

I was halfway through the window
when she came in.

I ran off but she was yelling after
me.

Then the motorbike hit me.

And I don't feel guilty,

she used to shout things about my
father.

And you made Marcel promise

not to tell anyone the accident was
your fault,

so your father'd get the insurance.

He needs a new van,

so he can have a longer round,

so he can make more money.

Except you'll tell them now.

No, no.

I suppose you have to be careful,
standing at the window,

in case anyone sees you can walk.

Did Leone Birad see you?

She was always standing there,

waving the horseshoe at me whenever
I looked out.

I was sure she was going to tell
someone.

What did Marcel come to say just now?

That if he was questioned again,
he'd have to own up.

The funeral made him feel funny.

And he will say he didn't see
Monsieur Gastin after all.

But he saw you at the window.

Yes.

And then he went to the other window

and saw Leonie Birad.

Did you shoot her, Philippe?

I... I was only aiming at the
window.

Really.

Just to scare her.

Can I help, sir?
Philippe Marcellin

has just confessed to the murder of
Leone Birad.

He what?

Does one of these rifles
belong to him?

No. But he was in bed at the time of
the shooting, he's got a b

Did have a broken leg.

But if the rifle isn't in his room,

where is it?

Do you want me to search the house?

Or arrest him straight away?

Are you going to La Rochelle,
Captain?

I was planning to.
Would you wait here awhile?

Of course. If you want us to to
search the house -

That shouldn't be necessary.
If all goes well,

I'd like you to take me to the
station in an hour or two.

I'm planning to take the evening
train back to Paris.

Where's the rifle now, Philippe?

In the shed, down there.

And how did it get down there?

You could have hardly gone downstairs
and across the yard

with that plaster on your leg.

Did your father take it down for you?

No.

Well...

yes, yes, he did.

Straight afterwards?
Yes, he saw me do it, you see.

He was down in the yard.

Standing by the shed.

From which he could see Leone Birad

just as well as you could.

Now what really happened?
Tell me what happened.

Would you mind waiting downstairs,
Madame?

I'll be down very soon.

The rifle was already in the shed,
wasn't it?

Your father took it out and shot
Leone Birad.

What will they do to him? You must
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He saw her at the window.

She was poking her tongue out at
him.

It seems so silly,

but she used to shout such awful
things at him.

I saw it all.

He rushed into the shed and came out
and fired at her.

Did he aim carefully?
Not at all, he was furious.

Anyway, he's a useless shot.

He looked so horrified
when she fell down.

He threw the gun in the shed

and ran off
and got even more drunk than usual.

Will he go to prison?

Not for long.

Not if they believe he was only
trying to scare her.

Marcel thought I'd shot her.

Is that why he told a lie?

Yes.

Because we're friends.

A Pernod, Louis.

You think you're so clever,
don't you?

They'll all stand up for me,
you know.

The whole village.

You'll see.

I've no doubt they will.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's good to have friends, Marcellin.

I've just been hearing
how good it is.

It's been an honour, sir. I hope
you enjoyed your stay with us.

Well, just a little.

Of course I did, especially
the oysters and the mussels.

They were never so fresh in Paris.

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