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The enigmatic shade of Louis XI can be
sensed behind the flamboyant front

of Notre -Dame -de -Claré.

It is often said that although he was a
great benefactor of many cathedrals and

churches, dedicated... Oh, excuse -moi,

j 'ai perdu la ligne.

Speak English.

Don't daydream.

You must become educated, even if you
are bored reading to an old woman.

Oh, please. I love reading to you.

Get on with it, then.

It is often said that although he was a
great benefactor of many cathedrals and

churches dedicated to the saints, this
was only in regions which held...

What is it now?

I thought I heard someone.

Oh, nonsense.

But, Mama, I'm sure I heard... People!

if mademoiselle is still interested.

Well, there's the ad.

Please be good enough to wait here a
moment, monsieur.

Entrez.

Il s 'appelle McGill, mademoiselle.

Vous pensez qu 'il a des nouvelles,
Stéphane?

Je ne sais pas.

Mais ce n 'est pas une bonne idée.
Faites -le monter, s 'il vous plaît.

Faites -le comme vous voulez.

There is something I should explain.

Go ahead.

Mademoiselle Marcel is practically
blind.

She has led a sheltered, contemplative
life.

The tragedy was a terrible shock to her.

Well, it would have been anyone. To me,
Mademoiselle Marcel is not just anyone.

Monsieur McGill.

Thank you, Stefan.

I didn't realize you spoke such good
English.

But if I want to hire somebody, why
should it be you?

Well, I'm pretty good at this sort of
thing.

You are very blunt, monsieur.

Can you do better than the police?

Probably.

Anyway, if you were satisfied with the
police, you wouldn't be advertising

rewards, would you?

You are right.

They won't tell me anything.

How long have you been blind?

Since birth.

But I'm not totally blind.

I can see some light, some dark.

Yeah, we all do that.

Thank you.

Thank me for what?

For not ignoring what is most obvious
about me.

Are all Americans like you?

I hope not.

Oh, they're all shapes and sizes.

Just like the French.

Then what is most obvious about you?

I guess my gray hair.

But you're young.

How do you know?

Mama always said I was very intuitive.

Mama, is that your mother?

Madame Robart adopted me from an
orphanage.

Because she was blind and I am the way I
am.

She made me her daughter.

The jewels were her proudest
possessions.

They had been in the family for years.

A robber wore them at the court of
Napoleon.

You see, money means little to me.

But I would like to have them back
because she loved them.

Well, I could give you the names of some
rather prominent people I've worked

for. I guess you could ask them about me
confidentially.

And what would they say?

That you can trust me.

And how much would this trust cost?

$350 a week plus expenses.

Plus a pretty good bonus for anything I
recover.

They show the brooch and the tiara, and
Mum will wear them.

Is the insurance form there?

Yes.

And according to it, the brooch was
insured, but not the tiara.

Mama always said it was priceless.

Well, she should have paid the premium.

Now, you have no idea who stole these?

No. Oui.

Il s 'appelle McGill.

Je n 'ai pas pu l 'empêcher.

Il manque McGill.

Je dois m 'en aller.

What if somebody else answers your
question?

Let me know.

Will I hear from you?

Sure.

I'll talk to you later.

Goodbye, Mr. McGill.

Was

everything

satisfactory, monsieur?

Yeah, it was okay.

How was your telephone call?

Personal.

Mademoiselle Robart told me you were
knocked unconscious that night.

You recovered yet?

Completely, thank you.

Well, maybe you were sitting to remember
something else now.

He wore a stocking mask.

I saw him only for an instant in the
darkness.

That's too bad.

Indeed. And will I be seeing you again?

Yep.

According to the insurance records, you
made a valuation of that about ten years

ago. That's not quite correct, monsieur.
It was a revaluation.

And only of the brooch.

None of this? The diamond tiara?

No, monsieur.

His name is Maurice.

He's one of my men.

We make this completely official.

He's working a long shift.

As always, we are short -staffed.

You intend to work for a while in Paris?

No working, no eating.

And I love Paris.

Any objections to that?

In principle, I could not care less.

But in particular?

Do not work for Mademoiselle Marcel
Robart.

Why not?

Her stepmother was murdered only three
weeks ago.

We are still actively pursuing the
matter.

Look, I'm only interested in the jewels.

You are experienced.

You know they must be broken up by now.

I don't know.

Your heirlooms, they have historic
value.

There's a good chance that they're still
in one piece.

The field is too big for you, monsieur.

You have no chance.

What are you worried about?

You will get in my way.

Well, I'll tiptoe.

Find some other work.

Maurice will continue to follow you.

Well, you better tell him to tiptoe,
too, then.

He will not interfere with you,
monsieur, no matter how loudly you may

Be wise.

Forget about the Robajos.

Who is it?

Leon.

Hey, come on in, Leon.

I've been waiting for you.

Well, suddenly the hotel is full of
guests. Leon could be here, Leon do

Leon do that. I couldn't get away.

Well, that'll teach you to go straight,
Leon.

Listen, I'd like you to do me a favor.
Yeah?

Just walk down to the end of the hall
and walk back.

Eh?

Come on, you heard me.

I'll get a doctor for you. Just walk
down there and come back. Crazy.

Good evening, Monsieur McGill.

Who the devil are you?

I am Henri Thibault.

Lily for you.

I gave your friend a few francs and told
him to wait downstairs.

That's where you're going to be. Oh,
just a moment.

First, we have a little talk.

You do talk, Monsieur McGill.

Don't you?

Oh.

When Madame Robart was killed, she was
truly mourned by two people. I was one

them. I was her closest friend.

I'm also the nearest thing to a
relative, guardian of Marcel Robart.

So, you're here to protect her
interests.

No, no.

I have come to see you.

What do you see?

A cognac.

Vous permettez?

There's a glass.

Merci.

No, no. I see a man who has taken a job
from a blind girl.

A girl without any experience, without
any... Listen, I just answered an ad.

It was pressed without my knowledge.

That reward was announced in every
newspaper in Paris.

A reward for information.

Have you any?

Then there is nothing to say.

Right.

Look, don't worry about it.

I'll earn my money.

Oh, you admit that what you want from
Marcel is money.

Yeah, and all she wants from me are
those heirlooms.

Unfortunately, she's unable to pay you.

My signature is required on all her
checks.

Well, you have to take that up there.

You will look very foolish when you are
unable to collect your fee.

I'll collect it.

I assure you that.

Three weeks ago, I was at a conference
at the American embassy, and I had a

from Banar.

You know Banar?

I met him. I rushed to the Villa Robart.

My old friend was dead.

Police, everywhere.

Marcel, quiet, silent as stone.

For a moment, I thought that she had
lost her mind.

I went to her.

I whispered to her.

And she called me.

Uncle Henry.

Uncle Henry.

Marcel has been brought up in that awful
house, alone,

with an invalid.

The first nine years of her life in an
orphanage were hell, and the rest was

limbo.

She's at the same time the most innocent
and the most experienced creature

alive. Monsieur McGill, I do not know
what your life has been. I shall find

of course.

But whatever you are, whatever you may
have done, if you have any humanity in

you, you will not harm that girl.

I don't intend to hurt her.

Very well.

Then, shall we say, I give you 500
American dollars if you leave Paris

now.

One thousand dollars.

You are asking me to leave because you
are angry or because I am getting

dangerously near your price?

My price is $350 a week plus expenses,
and I'm working this week.

C 'est dommage.

You understand what I want?

It will be expensive.

No, it won't, Leon.

It's just a little information.

I'll do my best.

I'm sure you will.

By the way, your friend is still
outside.

He's very patient.

His name's Maurice.

Works in the narcotics squad.

You're not involved with drugs, are you?

Oh, not that I know of.

Room 27 at the back. It's empty.

You could step out of the window down
the fire escape underway.

Well, I may take you up on that later.

Morning, friend.

Yes, yes, this is Mademoiselle Marcel.

Would you meet me at the Tuileries
Gardens today?

Oh, no, no, I couldn't do that. I never
go out by myself except... Well, it's a

beautiful day. Wouldn't you like to get
out?

Why, yes, I'd like to, of course, but
I... Then meet me at the entrance in

an hour.

All right, if you say so.

Hi.

Hello.

You look great.

So do you.

Wish I could order the warmer day.

This is lovely.

He had children, playing ball.

Yeah.

Mamou didn't like me to go out.

Around the garden at home, yes.

But in the city, never.

Why not?

I am as I am.

She couldn't go out, so I stayed with
her.

Do you want to do that?

I had my lessons.

French, English.

I had to learn Braille.

I read to her.

She always said we didn't need the
outside.

And then, once a month, Etienne would
drive me to a concert.

That was exciting.

Something to look forward to.

Why did you ask me to come here today?

Because I'd like to talk to you alone.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

There's a bench about two steps back.

Do you know a man named Bernard?

He is a policeman. He talked to me that
night.

How about Henri Thibault?

My most dearest friend and mine.

You know, he wants me to stay away from
you.

He's probably afraid you will take
advantage of me in some way.

Are you afraid of that?

I'm not experienced in the world.

Well, you're doing pretty well.

When Maman took me in, I had never had a
friend. I could hardly speak.

I could not ever remember being hugged
in two arms.

Even when she punished me for being
stupid or slow -witted or disobedient.

Even then it will never.

And you were reading to her that night?

Yes.

And then I heard the footsteps.

I told you.

But you didn't recognize them.

You think because I'm blind I can
remember footsteps like you remember

You might.

Do you think you'd recognize them if you
heard them again?

I don't know. I get frightened whenever
anybody comes up those stairs now.

Whether I could remember.

Stefan was unconscious.

The maid was... out, or let.

It was her day off.

Yeah.

Did your stepmother wear that brooch and
tiara often?

Oh, yes.

Every evening when she dressed for
dinner.

Did she entertain much?

No. Except for Uncle Henry.

Here comes Stefan. I guess he's coming
back for you.

What is it called?

The aftershave lotion you use.

Hey, you got a good nose.

Yes.

Never seen it.

Listen, would you care to go to a
concert with me one evening?

Oh, no, no. You misunderstood.

The concerts are really...

More like parties for blind people with
chamber music and gifts for everybody.

Maman financed it all, even though she
could not go herself.

Mademoiselle, it's very late. Just a
moment, Stéphane.

I am continuing with the concerts Maman
would have wished.

The first since she died will be next
Thursday night.

Would you like to come?

You forget, Mademoiselle, that the
concerts are only for the blind.

I am the hostess, Stéphane. I can make
an exception for Monsieur McGee.

An exception.

I'd love to.

Well, I'll see you then.

Au revoir.

I can tell you nothing about the brooch.

Well, sometimes no news is good news.
What about the tiara?

It's rumoured that a tiara of that
design was broken up, sold to an

of a friend of mine years ago.

How many years ago? Where?

1956, in Paris.

1956.

Wait a second, wait a second.

Does she have an ancestor in the court
of Napoleon I?

I ask myself again, how can I be certain
that the police wish me to reveal to

you information that I supplied to them?

Well, how else would I have found you?
Well, perhaps you awakened every expert

in Paris before coming here to make me
sleepless.

That wouldn't have taken very long.

Why not wait until morning when I can
telephone Inspector Banner?

I'm sure you have my check.

A robber who wore a certain brooch and a
certain tiara at, let us say, the

Apollos Carnation?

That's right.

Yes or no?

My name is Delacroix, but I'm not
related to the great painter.

The name of Robart had even less claim
to fame.

There was no Robart of any consequence
to the court of Napoleon.

Then there were no Robart heirlooms.

No. Jewels, perhaps, but heirlooms.

Well,

I'm indebted to you.

Not if the bank honors your check,
monsieur.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot, Maurice.

You have a good memory for names.

I'll never forget yours.

You're under arrest, Monsieur McGill.
What do you mean I'm under arrest?

It took a friend of mine about 12 hours
to find out that that tiara was broken

up years ago. It took me 12 minutes.

Well, it's going to take me a lot longer
than that to believe that that old lady

was killed for a paste copy of a tiara
and an heirloom that's no heirloom. That

is not your problem.

Why haven't you told Marcel what you
found out?

Why haven't you?

I will as soon as I get out of here.

Then spoil her illusions about her
stepmother.

Well, maybe that's what she needs, a
little truth.

Truth?

You know what I have in here?

Your lunch.

A confidential report concerning you.

Confidentially, I don't care. But Marcia
Robar will.

Maybe so.

I'm going to tell her who you are and
what you are.

Good for you.

McGill, I want you out of this cake and
out of my sight.

Permanently.

That is official.

Do you hear me?

I hear you.

Then get out.

Bless you.

Yes, Mr. McGill?

Hey, you recognize my footsteps?

Yes.

But I was expecting you.

Maman tried to teach me about people and
about business.

I should have listened to her more
carefully.

Inspector Bernard has just phoned...
Bernard.

Bernard's a liar.

Thank you.

What are you?

What do you think?

Bernard told me what you are.

An American official who betrayed his
country.

A traitor. And now a...

A bounty hunter.

A man who lives by violence will do
anything for money. No, I won't do

for money.

Oh, why won't you admit it?

I work for money, yes. Everybody does.
There's nothing wrong with that.

But I'm no traitor.

You'll get your money.

Listen, I can still help you.

Not another sou.

What are you so angry for?

You convinced me to hire you to find the
heirlooms, but you knew there were no

heirlooms. But I just found that out.

Oh, and did you come straight to me and
tell me that you could not earn your

salary because you could not find that
which did not exist?

No, because Bernard kept me. Oh, of
course, Bernard.

He stopped you. He stopped you. Bernard
stopped you from telling me the truth.

Bernard stopped you.

And my mother lied.

No precious heirlooms.

But she wore them every night.

They weren't what she said they were.

She told you some romantic story about
Napoleon.

She told me more.

The world, she said, is a darker place
than you could ever see.

Black with betrayal and lies and deceit.

Stay here, she said, in this quiet room,
in this warm place, and read to me and

to yourself and be content.

And you will have all the good the world
has to give.

I haven't betrayed you.

You are going to prove that the world
isn't what Mammo said.

Not all hate and deceit.

Not a reward if you're good and a
beating if you're bad.

Not a hand which leads you in the dark
and then lets you go.

Oh, go!

Go, go away!

You'll get your money!

God told me such terrible things about
you such terrible things

tell me they were not true

What's going on out there? Give me that
key to room 27.

Ah.

So you are still alive, then.

No thanks to you.

Some of the shots you heard were mine.

Really? Were they me or them?

Come. We will go to your room.

Protective custody.

Je suis désolé, ma petite.

Je ne voulais pas te faire peur.

Je n 'ai peur rien depuis cette nuit.

Oui, je sais. Vraiment, je suis désolé.

Now, I tell you what, huh?

We are going to have a little quiet
evening together.

And we speak English, just as you used
to do with your dear maman.

Oh, I'm sorry to be so silly.

But your steps sound so like those
others. I know.

A nightmare. I tell you what, I get you
a little something.

No, no, no. I'm all right now. I insist.

Uncle Henri.

I know why you came tonight.

You brought the presents for the
concert, as you always do.

Correct.

Absolutely.

We will carry on just as you used to do
with your dear maman.

Every month...

You will give a concept for your blind
friends, and you will continue to give

them presents.

The tradition must be maintained.

All right.

And I will make the labels, just as I
will do.

Now, with that, with the tobacco.

The tobacco.

The tobacco is for who?

That was always a secret, Maman and I.

I know.

But if we are to continue, then it must
now be our secret.

All right.

The tobacco is for Madame Hébert.

Does Madame Hébert smoke a pipe?

Of course not.

It is for her husband.

Oh, alors, c 'est pour Monsieur Hébert.

Now, the big box of coffee cream.

This one.

Yes, this is for Madame... Oh, I love
coffee cream.

Let's open it and taste it. Ah, non,
non, non, non, non. C 'est défendu.

All right.

C 'est pour... Madame Simon.

Madame Simon.

Merci.

Ah.

Bath salts.

She's upstairs?

Yes. Audie Thibault is with her.

Thanks.

Don't make any more telephone calls,
Stephen.

There are no calls I wish to make,
monsieur.

Who is it?

It's me, Marcel.

Oh, McGill, how nice.

Come in.

You've met my uncle, Henri Thibault?

Yes. How are you?

I'm surprised, monsieur McGill.

I did not know you were calling
Mademoiselle Robart by her first name.

I move very fast, Uncle Henry.

You've got to watch me.

Would you like a drink?

Please, yes.

Permettez.

I hope you two will be nice to each
other.

I am always prepared to behave in a
civilized manner.

Thank you.

Have you finished wrapping these gifts
for the concert?

Carrying on the old tradition, as you
might say.

I've told McGill about the concert and
about the presents and dear Maman and

you.

They wrap very nicely.

Yes, they feel good.

Do you know what's in every one of
these?

Of course I do.

Presents are important to people,
Monsieur McGill.

Everyone appreciates the present because
it says somewhere another human being

is thinking of him.

Yeah, it's very nice, Uncle Henry.
Merci.

Listen, I'd like to talk to you alone
for a second.

If Uncle Henry wouldn't mind.

Not at all. Of course not.

Thank you.

Don't run off, Uncle Henry.

We have to have a long talk.

want to go to my room?

Just for a little while, while I sell
things with Uncle Henry.

What things?

Please.

This is still my house.

And you're still learning about people,
remember?

Oh, I wish I could see.

Perhaps then I'd understand more.

Trust me.

You want a little discussion?

Let's call it a medium -sized
discussion, I think.

Along what lines?

I'd have begun with if we opened each
one of these little packages.

To what purpose?

Well, instead of talcum powder or bath
salts, what kind of drug do you think

we'd find in there?

Cocaine? Heroin?

It's an interesting fantasy.

It's not so fantastic, Uncle Henry.

An old lady killed for some jewels that
don't exist, and a policeman from the

narcotics squad hanging around, and a
concert once each month where little

are distributed to innocent blind
people. Enough of fantasy, McGill.

I'm quite sure we can settle this in a
civilized way.

I hope so.

A man with your record shouldn't be too
upset.

What do you say?

Ten thousand dollars?

I wouldn't even cover the drugs.

Unless the old lady, what about her?

Murder comes pretty high nowadays.

And we both know she wasn't killed for
the jewels, don't we?

Killing her was a blessing to the world.

Especially to Marcel.

I think you'd have a pretty rough time
convincing her of that.

Her blind spot.

So the old girl masterminded a dope
ring.

Why should I deny it?

Organized with the capital from the sale
of the original jewels.

The tiara, 1956, right?

You know, McGill, you're really very
good.

Yeah, I'm pretty good.

So...

You pass the stuff on to her, and she
distributed it.

All over France.

A very big deal, I assure you.

And unfortunately for her, she didn't
let you in on the distribution.

Big money.

And you didn't know which of the guests
got the little package.

But you know now, don't you?

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, I know now.

Marcel, of course.

It's completely innocent.

She used to type the labels. She was
instructed by her mother. In Braille, of

course.

So while the old lady was in the way, I
could not know for whom they were

intended.

So now you control the whole enterprise.

One that advances in the world.

So, shall we say $10 ,000?

You agree?

Wait a minute, Uncle Henry.

You didn't kill the old lady.

I was your embassy alibi checked out.

So who'd you have for killer?

Same people you arranged to take pot
shots at me?

Does it really matter?

Let us say I have a new business
associate.

Someone with an interesting connection.

Who would that be?

Too much knowledge is a dangerous thing.

I'm sure we can settle this over a
little drink.

So you do not agree?

Get your stuff.

Oh.

So you wish to go to the police?

That's right.

As you wish.

No fuss, Uncle Henry.

Marcel is in the next room.

Monsieur McGill, you do believe that I
care for Marcel, don't you?

Yeah.

Strangely enough, I do.

Thank you.

The drugs?

Upstairs.

Did he say anything?

No, just that he didn't kill the old
lady.

So he says.

Marcel, it'll be all right. Just go back
to your room.

She's hysterical.

What she says is nonsense.

She's just a blind girl.

Just a blind girl.

She's more than just a blind girl,
Monsieur l 'Inspecteur.

Mademoiselle is upstairs.

I know, I know.

How is she? In her mother's room.

Alone, in the darkness.

I tried to help her.

Stefan has prepared a shake for you.

Thank you, ma 'am.

Why do that?

I can't see the sun.

You can feel it.

I don't trust my feelings anymore.

Maman was right.

I belong here.

You don't belong here in the dark.

Maman was killed by Henri and Pana.

That's over. It's past.

The concert is now, this afternoon.

Concert. My innocent concert.

Where once a month I gave poor dear old
Monsieur Brun a present of bath salts.

Only he wasn't blind.

And the bath salts were drugs.

Even the concert betrayed me.

No, it didn't.

And all your friends will be there, and
they haven't betrayed you.

It won't go on. Yes, it will.

Those concerts will go on.

Birth and death and love.

It'll all go on, whether you sit here or
not.

It's black out there for me.

Just look for what light there is.

You're no safer here.

You never have been.

And you never will be.

Help me.

I can't.

It's something you have to do for
yourself.

It's your life.

And you can waste it if you want to.

Or end it.

I live it just like anyone else.

It's too dark in here for you, my son.

McGee.

Oh.

I love that lotion you use.

I'm really glad you came.

You came to say goodbye?

Yeah. Do you have to go?

Mm -hmm.

Do you come to Paris occasionally?

Every once in a while.

Come and see me, McGill.

I will grow up.

You're growing up every minute.

Tell me what you see.

You.

I see you more so.

Yes, but will anybody else see me like
that?

Yes.