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[ Waltz-musette music playing I]

[ Woman vocalizing ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Night-night, Prosper.

Is it raining?

[ Sighs ]

Morning, Zebio.

Where's my coffee?

Haven't got time, M. Colleboeuf, not today.

Help yourself.

That's nice.

[ Yawns ]

Morning, Prosper.

Jean.

Ramuel's spent the night here again.

Fourth night running.

Why?

Won't she let him back?

COLLEBOEUF: [ Chuckling ] I don't know.

Have you met her?

Maybe he doesn't want to go back.

Aren't you in a hurry?

No. No.

I thought Mme. Colleboeuf

always had your breakfast on the table, waiting.

She has every meal ready on the table, waiting, Prosper.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

LUCAS: Then he says he went into the cloakroom

to get a handkerchief from his locker.

The body was in the locker?

No, not his locker. That was locked.

Why weren't all the lockers locked?

LUCAS: Most of them were. Those used by the staff, anyway.

There were three or four spare.

The body had been shoved into one of them.

So, why did he stop and look into a locker

that wasn't his own locker?

Oh, he says he didn't.

He says the locker door was open, he saw her straightaway.

Then he ran back into the kitchen.

He could hardly speak, he was in such a state.

I've talked to some of the kitchen staff already.

Where is he now?

Back in the kitchen, working.

He wouldn't go home.

Chief Inspector!

That's the manager.

You don't say.

It is Chief Inspector Maigret, isn't it?

I've been waiting for you up in the foyer.

How you got directed down here, I can't imagine.

Sergeant Lucas brought me down here.

Well -- Well, of course, so you could dive straight in

and get the feel of the place right away.

Marvelous. Marvelous.

Her name's Mrs. Clark,

the wife of Oswald J. Clark, an industrialist from Detroit.

They've been staying here just over a week.

Anyone else staying with them?

Just, uh, their son, but he's 7,

and his governess and their maid.

Of course, I needn't tell you

that the less publicity, the better.

No, you needn't tell me.

Hello, Doctor.

What time was she killed?

Early this morning, but not before 6:00.

Ah. Thanks very much.

What's a young lady like that doing in a place like this?

Well, it's perfectly clean.

Especially at 6:00 in the morning.

Found this in the locker, Chief.

Ah.

Careful. It's loaded.

MAIGRET: Mm-hmm.

MAN: You can't just barge in, mademoiselle.

ELLEN: Don't "mademoiselle" me.

It's my boss's wife. Someone told me she's dead.

[ Gasps I]

MAIGRET: Is this Mrs. Clark?

Yes.

MAIGRET: And you are...

E-Ellen Darrowman.

I'm Teddy's governess.

Teddy's her son.

I thought governesses were meant to be much older

and more severe.

That must be because you've seen

too many American movies, Sergeant.

Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector Maigret.

Can you tell me where Mr. Clark is?

I-In Rome.

MAIGRET: Rome?

He left by train yesterday morning.

He's in Europe on business, you see.

He left about 11:00.

Get someone to the Gare de Lyon.

See which train he left on.

I want to talk to you, mademoiselle.

You've been talking to me, Chief Inspector.

And I'm busy.

I've got a little boy to look after.

Frankly, my only worry at the moment

is how we're gonna tell him what happened to his mother.

MAIGRET: I want her followed, Lucas.

Get Janvier on to it, will you?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Who apart from Jean Ramuel slept in the basement last night?

Zebio.

Do you have a cigar, Sergeant?

Sorry, no.

Zebio who?

Well, just Zebio.

It's his stage name.

He's a professional dancing partner.

He likes the women to think

he comes from some mysterious Eastern country,

but really he's from Dieppe.

Sounds like a good job -- dancing for a living.

Get a lot of women after him, does he?

He's not like that.

He's devoted to his wife.

Why'd he stay the night in the hotel, then?

That from devotion, was it?

There was a big dance.

It went on till half past 3:00.

LUCAS: No other staff down here at all?

No.

Well, put it this way --

I noticed someone who wasn't here.

Oh?

Who was that, M. Colleboeuf?

The American governess.

She didn't sleep in the hotel at all last night.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What's the matter, M. Ramuel? Are you ill?

Yes. Yes. It's my liver.

Oh, dear.

Are you married?

RAMUEL: In a way.

What's an "in a way" marriage? I've never heard of that before.

Would you recommend it?

[ Chuckles ] No, not at all.

We row all the time.

That's all I mean.

Mm. Perhaps hotel life has a natural attraction

for unhappily married people.

Would you agree?

[ Chuckles ] Perhaps.

Where did you work before you came here?

I was an accountant in a bank.

Oh. Where?

The Atoum Bank, on Rue Caumartin.

Why?

I was just admiring your amazing financial skills.

[ Chuckles ]

I hope you're going to ask everyone else

all these questions.

Oh, certainly.

You're in no way privileged, M. Ramuel, not at all.

You're sure it was Mr. Clark?

I picked him up at 11:00

and took him to the Hétel Aiglon,

Boulevard Montparnasse.

Not to the Gare de Lyon?

No. Hétel Aiglon.

Thanks so much.

Janvier!

Don't forget these, Chief Inspector.

Mrs. Clark's registration form, her passport,

and her identity papers.

And if there's anything else that I can do for you...

Oh, thank you so much.

Don't worry.

I'll do my best to keep your hotel out of the newspapers.

I'll take particular care

to make sure that people don't get the impression

that this is a place where wealthy men and women

come to get murdered and shoved into lockers

before they've had their breakfast.

All right?

[ Vehicle departing ]

You haven't lost her?

No. I got Lapointe to take over. Don't worry.

She was in and out of taxis,

dashing up and down the metro, doubling back on herself.

Mm. Perhaps she realized she was being followed.

Well, perhaps she did.

Anyway, she ended up at the Gare de Lyon.

Ah. And did she meet up

with a tall, fair-haired, well-dressed American?

Well, she didn't exactly meet up with him.

She went out and found him.

He was already on the train for Rome.

It was about to leave in 10 minutes,

but he got off,

and they just stood there on the platform, arguing.

I thought he'd get back on, but he didn't.

He just stood there and watched the train leave without him.

Where did they go?

Got a taxi to the American Embassy.

That's when I phoned Lapointe and asked him to take over.

MAIGRET: Can I give you a lift, M. Donge?

I hear you have a puncture. Oh, yes, look at that.

Oh, no. Uh, really, I'm fine.

Oh, no, no trouble.

Janvier will put your bicycle in the boot, won't you, Janvier?

That's odd.

Pardon?

Mrs. Clark wasn't really an American, after all.

Wasn't she?

No. She was French. Emilienne, known as Mimi.

She was a nightclub hostess in Cannes.

Before she married Mr. Clark, that was.

Oh.

Tell me, what did you do

before you came to the Hotel Majestic, M. Donge?

I was a waiter for a while.

Then they said I didn't look right, I looked awkward,

so they put me in the breakfast kitchen.

How long ago was this?

Oh, years and years.

Uh, I forget exactly.

And where was it?

In the south.

CHARLOTTE: It's like musical chairs, really.

When I get back, he goes out,

and when he gets back, it's almost time for me to go.

[ Chuckles ]

Perfect recipe for a married life.

[ Chuckles ] We're not married.

Good heavens.

Suppose we're more like friends than anything else,

aren't we, dear?

But we get on very well, on the whole.

He's a very good man, aren't you, Prosper?

And what do you do in the evenings, mademoiselle?

I work at the Canaille on the Rue Fontaine, in the cloakroom.

I didn't always work in the cloakroom.

I was a dancer once. I was very good, too.

Where was that?

CHARLOTTE: On the Riviera.

In Cannes. That's where we met.

Were you ever a nightclub hostess?

Yes. When I started putting on a bit of weight.

Do you know someone called Emilienne, also known as Mimi?

She was found this morning, strangled in the hotel basement.

Did you ever know anyone called Mimi, Prosper?

No.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

When they came out of the American Embassy,

they looked really worried.

They got a taxi and went to the Bois de Boulogne.

LUCAS: And what did they do then?

They went for a walk.

LUCAS: How romantic.

Yes, it was, actually.

They kept stopping and...

you know.

No.

Yes, you do.

They kept kissing and touching each other.

You know what I mean.

Well, I've read about it.

LAPOINT: Anyway, then they came to the Cicatrice

in Montparnasse,

which is where I am now.

I've got to go.

I've got a job for you, Lucas, an important one.

[ Door opens I]

COMELIAU: Ah. If I could have a moment, Chief Inspector.

He's been wanting to have a moment for hours.

I thought he'd gone.

Don't go away.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I had a call from the American Embassy this afternoon, Maigret,

about a Mr. Oswald Clark.

Now, they tell me that he's a man of considerable standing,

with important connections.

They would, yes.

Yes, he's preparing a statement through his lawyer,

which I should have in the morning.

Now, we must remember this is a very difficult time for him.

It usually is when your wife's just been murdered.

Ah, but particularly so in this case

because it seems he was hoping to get engaged

to his son's governess shortly.

How could he get engaged? He isn't even divorced.

Oh. [ Chuckles ]

I'm afraid we're dealing with a man of the world here, Maigret.

You're not telling me to abandon the case, are you?

Oh, no, no, no, certainly not.

But I do think we might work together on this one,

in harmony, as it were.

So, um, if you look after the people in the basement --

you know, the maids and so forth --

I'll see to Mr. Clark.

-All right? -Fine.

And, um, where are you taking Mme. Maigret tonight --

"La Bohéme"?

[ Up-tempo jazz music playing I]

Strictly speaking, I shouldn't be showing it to you.

But it baffles me.

Why does the wife of a rich, respectable American

walk around with an automatic pistol in her handbag?

In Chicago, perhaps. But Paris? Mnh.

And why would she go down

into the basement of the Majestic Hotel

at 6:00 in the morning?

I don't know.

Was it to meet someone she thought was dangerous?

[ Footsteps approaching ]

Perhaps when she was in Cannes, before you and Prosper knew her,

perhaps she led a life that was, well, very different

than the respectable world of Mr. and Mrs. Clark,

a life that maybe led someone to try and blackmail her?

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

What about the time of the night train to Cannes?

Can you help me there?

No?

Well, thank you for your patience, mademoiselle.

CHARLOTTE: [ Speaks indistinctly ]

I'd like to make a long-distance call, please.

Bar des Sports. Cannes.

[ Up-tempo music playing ]

[ Shouting and whistling ]

You know exactly who I'm talking about, M. Jean.

I've traveled almost 1,000 kilometers to be here.

I'm in a foul mood.

Charlotte rang you last night from the Canaille in Paris

and told you not to talk to anyone

and to make sure Gigi didn't, either.

If you don't tell me where Gigi is,

I'll have this filthy, rotten dump closed down in seconds.

Okay.

Okay.

Benny!

[ Noisemakers blowing I]

[ Woman moaning lightly ]

[ Chuckles ]

What do you want, hmm?

Are you going to take your clothes off or what?

Not today, Gigi.

Have I seen you before?

No.

Mm?

What are you here for?

I'm the person M. Jean told you not to talk to.

Mm.

And I wouldn't be a bit surprised

if he gave you a nice little pile of white powder

to help you to do so.

[ Sighs, chuckles ]

But I'm a friend of Prosper, and I want to help him.

So I'd appreciate it if you made a specially big effort.

Good old Prosper.

MAIGRET: You were fond of him?

[ Voice breaking I] Go away.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Mmm.

He wasn't like other people.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Oh, poor Prosper.

He should never have fallen for a bitch like Mimi.

Can I have some more water?

Mmm.

There were three of you, weren't there --

you and Mimi and Charlotte?

She loved Prosper.

All he could think about was Mimi.

Will you tell me about the baby?

It was Prosper's, wasn't it?

And she palmed it off on the American?

She got pregnant before she met him.

I remember.

You're the bloody police.

I'm on Prosper's side. I want to help him, if I can.

If you're on his side, why did you arrest him?

No one's been arrested. We haven't arrested anybody.

Charlotte phoned this morning!

They arrested him when they found the other body!

[ Both grunting ]

[ Train whistle blows ]

Gigi, I'd like a word.

Haven't you done enough already?

I suppose you feel pleased with yourself.

I suppose you feel really proud of yourself,

taking advantage of the mess I was in.

Gigi.

If he goes to the guillotine, I'll kill you.

On my honor, I will.

On my honor as a prostitute!

Hear that, did you?

I hope you did.

Gigi, don't talk like that.

Why not?

What have I got to lose?

Come on. Arrest me. I don't care.

Come on, then!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

God, another onel

I'm going to Charlotte's.

She needs looking after,

and if you want to arrest me there, suit yourself.

Don't ask.

So, who found the night porter?

A bellboy, about 7:00 yesterday morning.

He was strangled, poor sod,

and stuffed in the same locker as Mimi.

Why did Comeliau arrest Prosper Donge?

What's he got on him?

He was sent an anonymous letter.

It said Mimi was Donge's mistress,

she'd had a child by him, and he was blackmailing her.

I have to talk to him.

You need some sleep.

Give me half an hour. Then I'll talk to him.

Sit down, Prosper.

We won't be needing these.

Here.

Help yourself.

When did you first realize Mimi's baby was yours, Prosper?

So, you think I killed Mimi, too, do you?

You're on the judge's side, too.

Not necessarily.

We have been known to differ.

He said all I was after was her money,

that I was blackmailing her.

And were you?

No.

I loved Mimi.

When she married the American, I couldn't bear it in Cannes.

That's why I came here.

Charlotte came to look after me.

[ Water dripping ]

-Do you love Charlotte? -PROSPER: [ Scoffs ]

Well, recently I've begun to think perhaps I do.

I don't get ill over her all the time,

but, well, she's always there.

Doesn't sound very romantic, does it?

Sounds fair enough to me.

She wanted a baby, you know, ages ago.

We tried, but...

I suppose that's why she told me about Teddy.

Your son?

She was angry that Mimi always got what she wanted.

That's why I wrote to her in America.

I wrote from the hotel so Charlotte wouldn't know.

I begged her to give him back to me.

MAIGRET: Did you seriously believe that she would?

Why not? She could have more babies.

I kept thinking...

how he was growing up without me...

what I was missing.

She never even sent me a picture of him.

In the end, I wrote and told her

I was gonna come and tell her husband the truth.

Did she answer?

No. That's when I threatened her.

MAIGRET: With what?

I threatened to kill her.

But I wouldn't have done it.

What do you think I am?

How did you find out they were both here?

I just saw her -- in the lobby

She was standing there hand in hand with this little boy.

[ Chuckles ]

He's got red hair, you know, just like me.

[ Voice breaking I] He's a big boy for his age,

and he just -- he's...

[ Cries ]

I found out what room they were in -- room 203.

Do you know they'd been living there over my head for a week

without me even knowing?

I'd been sending him hot chocolate

every morning for breakfast... for a week.

I wrote her a letter in my afternoon break.

I got a bellboy to take it up.

I told her to come and see me at 6:00 on Wednesday,

and if she didn't...

MAIGRET: What happened when you met?

I had a flat tire.

I didn't get there till quarter past 6:00.

She wasn't there.

We never did meet.

LUCAS: Sir, I'd rather you didn't.

[ Door opens I]

Have you seen his hands, Chief Inspector?

A strangler's hands.

Don't you agree?

The anonymous letter.

I thought you'd like to see it.

What does it say?

MAIGRET: "Prosper Donge murdered Mrs. Oswald Clark.

She was once his mistress,

and he threatened to kill her when she left him."

It condemns you to the guillotine, M. Donge.

It doesn't tell me anything I didn't know already.

COMELIAU: Perhaps not,

but we did obtain it

without having to go all the way to the south of France and back.

And this is something which you didn't discover --

the identity of the letter writer.

Compare the handwriting.

That's Charlotte's.

COMELIAU: Exactly.

We took it from M. Donge's kitchen.

You see, Chief Inspector,

even his mistress confirms that he murdered Mrs. Clark.

MAIGRET: It's your writing.

It's a trap. Don't you see?

I know it's my writing, but I didn't write it.

I swear I didn't.

Does anyone apart from you two

know about Prosper and Mimi's affair --

especially the child?

No.

No, I don't think so.

When did you find out who the father was?

Was it before or after she married Mr. Clark?

GIGI: Don't say anything.

Don't tell him a word.

Gigi got a letter from Mimi just after the wedding.

She told her everything --

how it was Prosper's baby, really,

and that her stupid American didn't even suspect.

Show it to him, Gigi.

You have it with you?

No. No, of course I haven't.

Yes, you have.

Don't be stupid, Gigi.

[ Voice breaking I] Please! Please!

GIGI: All right.

All right, but don't say I didn't warn you.

It's glass, mademoiselle.

Be careful.

You see?

That's the sort of woman Mimi was.

[ Voice breaking I] She thought she was so funny

and clever.

[ Up-tempo jazz music playing I]

LUCAS: Zebio.

I had a word with him yesterday when you were away.

Swears he's never been to Cannes or anywhere near the Riviera.

Do you believe him?

Well, it's hard to tell.

He's charming, used to getting his own way.

Well, look at him.

Perhaps he knew Mrs. Clark,

maybe he even got to know her here --

It's what he's employed for, after all --

then wanted money from her and turned nasty.

[ Music stops, applause ]

[ Soft orchestral music playing ]

So, that's Mr. Clark.

-[ Knock on door ] -WOMAN: Come in.

Yes?

Who are you?

I've come to see Mr. Clark.

WOMAN: He isn't here.

He's probably downstairs.

So, you must be Teddy.

Well, thank you, madame.

Right.

Bye-bye, Teddy.

[ Telephone ringing ]

WOMAN: Oh, mademoiselle. Yes, he's fine.

[ Click ]

[ Soft orchestral music playing ]

I want an explanation.

I beg your pardon?

Get on your feet.

-I've had enough of this. -How can I help?

I'm an American citizen.

I will not be snooped on and pried on like this!

First you follow Miss -- Ellen and me,

and then you -- and then you burst into my hotel room!

Let me make myself perfectly clear, monsieur.

First, I didn't follow anyone.

Second, far from bursting in,

I knocked politely on your door

and only entered when your maid said those magic words,

"Come in." Is that clear enough for you?

Ohh.

[ People murmuring ]

Oil

MAIGRET: I have to tell you, sir,

you're under arrest for assaulting a police officer.

He says he went up to my hotel suite to see me.

It's a lie.

So, um, why did he go up, Mr. Clark?

I don't know.

But he was out of that tearoom the second he saw me.

Not true.

Why didn't you come straight up to me?

Unfortunately, I haven't had the honor of meeting you, Mr. Clark.

If you recall, when your wife died, you were away in Rome --

or not in Rome.

COMELIAU: Anyway, I'm sure we can sort all this out.

So am I -- through my lawyer.

What is that?

What the hell is it?

Oh, Mr. Clark, please.

This is my wife's writing.

COMELIAU: Maigret?

Uh, I was gonna show that to you, sir,

but Mr. Clark seems to have appropriated it.

This, um...

I have to say,

this does seem to put things in a different perspective.

Damn.

I should like to consult my lawyer about this.

Yes, I -- I should like my lawyer to see this.

COMELIAU: Of course.

Um [clears throat] perhaps I could see it myself?

MAIGRET: I think you'll find it confirms --

It confirms what I've known for years --

that my wife was a complete bitch.

And it also makes clear that the suspected murderer,

Prosper Donge, is, in actual fact...

my son's father.

[ Chuckles ]

Well done, Inspector.

You've done a great job.

So, where do we go from here?

Tell me the rest of the bad news.

What am I going to get for hitting you?

I don't recall you hitting me, Mr. Clark.

I have no recollection of that whatsoever.

I can only think of the boy I saw...

Prosper Donge's son.

The son of a murderer, Maigret.

The son of a man accused of murder and now in prison.

Even if he did murder Mrs. Clark,

whatever he's done, the boy is still his son.

You can't take that away from him.

It's all he's got left.

Hi.

Hi. Nice picture of you on page 2.

Oh.

That's years old.

That's what's nice about it.

JOLIVET: When I read that he'd been arrested,

I came straight to see you.

-Do you recognize this? -Oh, thank you, M. Jolivet.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

How can you help us?

I've been responsible for M. Donge's bank account

for six years, you see,

ever since he moved it from our Cannes branch.

It was a very modest account --

well, until three years ago,

when he started getting the checks from America.

America?

Some rich relation, I assume.

This was just after he moved house.

Where did he move to?

I've got it here.

I brought all the relevant details.

It's a central Paris address.

117b Rue de Lille.

But M. Donge lives out in the suburbs, M. Jolivet.

JOLIVET: No, no, he used to, until three years ago.

I'll get on to it.

How often does he get these checks?

JOLIVET: About once every three months.

I've brought a full list of the transactions.

It comes to over 600,000 francs.

But he never touched any of it --

well, until the day before yesterday.

MAIGRET: What did he do then?

He wrote, asking us to send him a check

for virtually the whole amount,

payable to the bearer at a Brussels bank.

MAIGRET: It was his handwriting?

Oh, yes.

It's just the same as it was six years ago. Look.

Did you pay the check?

JOLIVET: I sent it to Rue de Lille, as usual.

You see, it was only when I read today's paper...

That you realized he was already under arrest when he wrote it.

It's not apartments, Chief.

It's offices, one-room offices.

Half the people that rent them never even come here.

They just use the address to have their mail forwarded.

Donge got a letter this morning.

No. No, the concierge already sent it on.

28 Rue de Monceau.

Taxil

Taxil

Come here! Wait!

Wait!

Look at her!

See what your bloody boss has done to her?

[ Crying ] Is it true?

He says Prosper's admitted everything?

Is it true?

No. Look, get in the car.

-Where we going? -Get in.

Is Prosper still putting all his savings in the bank?

What savings?

He doesn't even have an account.

Get in.

He closed it ages ago. Why?

How long ago, exactly?

Oh, I don't know. About three years, I suppose.

Why?

I got these from the concierge at Rue de Lille.

Prosper kept him well-supplied.

He insisted on all his mail being forwarded in them.

J.M.D.

I've spoken to the old man in here.

Well, I've tried.

Oh, you two stay here.

Who's J.M.D.?

This morning you received a letter in an envelope like this.

Where is it?

It's not here. I've checked.

So, somebody's already been in to collect it, have they?

Have they?

So, you're not interested in the reward, then?

[ Scoffs I]

Do you keep a register?

A what?

Do you think they'd come here if they had to give their names?

You'll be asking for their identity papers next.

Do you recognize this man?

Come in.

Do you recognize this woman?

How about her?

Oh, I don't recognize her.

I don't recognize any of you -- except you, of course.

I saw your picture in the paper today.

[ Scoffs I] Hardly recognized you.

You look twice as old in the flesh.

-LUCAS: Oi. -Leave him.

[ Dishes clattering I]

Back again?

It must be because I like it here.

Feel at home.

RAMUEL: Oh?

I thought it was because they wouldn't let you up there again,

not after the fuss you caused yesterday.

Zebio was telling me.

MAIGRET: Who's that?

RAMUEL: Brejon.

He's Prosper's replacement.

What's he doing?

RAMUEL: He's having his break.

It's always slack this time of the afternoon.

MAIGRET: M. Ramuel? Hmm?

When you were doing your military service, what were you?

[ Chuckles ]

Quartermaster sergeant.

Why?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Ah, Richard.

Do you know where my Sergeant Lucas is?

Hello, Chief.

The chips are good.

MAIGRET: Good heavens!

M. Ramuel, what a coincidence.

[ Chuckles ]

And you must be Mme. Ramuel, I assume.

Oh, steak and chips.

Another bottle of Burgundy, please.

Thank you, monsieur.

Marie, this is Chief Inspector Maigret.

Mm? Really? Delighted to meet you.

Yes.

Well, it's a funny thing meeting you here.

It really is.

You know, I was just thinking how unlucky some people are.

I certainly was, marrying him.

[ Both laugh ]

Well, possibly.

No, I was thinking of your husband --

bad health, working with a crooked banker,

getting thrown out, desperate to make his fortune,

never quite managing it.

And then, well, today I was very surprised

when my dear Sergeant Lucas here didn't ring me

to tell me you had already left for Brussels.

I certainly would have done in your position.

I wouldn't have wasted a second.

What's he going to Brussels for?

What are you going to Brussels for?

Another woman, is it?

Oh, no, no, nothing like that.

Good Lord, no.

No, he was going to deposit 600,000 francs

in a bank account there, that's all.

What 600,000?

You mean you've got 600,000 francs?

[ Chuckling ] No, of course I haven't.

And you won't even let me buy a new pair of shoes?

-I can explain. -MAIGRET: Oh, dear.

I haven't started a family row, have 1?

Anyhow, how do you know what Jean's been up to?

You been following him?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Why?

Because, madame,

we believe him to be responsible for two murders.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, this is ridiculous.

You've got no right to make absurd statements.

You don't even have a warrant.

Not only have I got a warrant.

I've got an excellent example

of forgeries you did while working for M. Atoum.

Atoum's bank, madame.

He was reluctant to let me have them to begin with,

but, uh, we're old friends, you know.

It came to me this afternoon.

I was thinking of my own military service,

way back in the Stone Age.

You see, it was the quartermaster sergeant

who did all the writing for the company.

It was him who signed all the passes

when the captain wasn't there.

He had his signature off toa "T."

Even the captain couldn't tell which passes he'd signed.

You understand what I'm saying, M. Ramuel?

You were going to leave me, weren't you?

You were going to wait till you'd got hold of the money,

then leave me.

I hope they send you to the guillotine

because I'll be there to watch.

Well, if you promise there is a big reward...

Yeah. I recognize him. He's the one.

Get a statement from him, Lapointe.

Get M. Donge up here.

You come this way. Bring him this way.

Won't be long.

Come here.

What?

Do as you're told. Come here.

I should feel pity for you, but I don't.

You're so contemptible.

In fact, ever since I discovered the truth,

I've had an uncontrollable urge to...

Ohh!

Is it bleeding?

I don't know about you, but I feel much better.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

I want to see him.

Let me get my hands on him!

Hey! Hey! Stop this! Sit down! Sit down!

Sit down!

Sorry, Chief, I did my best.

I thought it was the American.

I thought he must have killed Mimi.

MAIGRET: So did his lawyer, I would have thought.

Why did you do it?

MAIGRET: A word of advice, Prosper.

Always do your correspondence at home, never at work.

Saves a lot of trouble in the end.

What correspondence?

I wrote some letters to Mimi about Teddy.

She never even answered them.

You silly man.

Unfortunately, M. Ramuel saw your letters.

He forged your handwriting. Yours, too, Charlotte.

He wrote menacing letters to Mimi, demanding money.

He intercepted your letter to the bank closing your account

and told them you'd moved, too.

So, he's been collecting large amounts of money in your name

for three years.

Everything pointed at you, Prosper, and nothing at him.

Brilliant.

Why did you have to kill Mimi?

Why did you have to do that?

I saw her in the basement.

I guessed that you'd arranged to meet her.

I had to.

I couldn't let it all come out.

If you hadn't interfered, Prosper...

LUCAS: And what's your excuse for killing the night porter?

RAMUEL: He walked by.

Get him out of my sight.

[ Door opens I]

You're a free man, Prosper.

You can go.

What about my son?

What about Teddy?

Ah.

I think Mr. Clark's lawyer

wants to talk to you about that in the morning.

I wouldn't have thought there'd be any problems.

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