All language subtitles for 29 Maigret MadameQuatreEtSesEnfants

I woke up from the silence.

The silence?

If a fountain suddenly stops
flowing, it's like a gunshot.

So I went to see...

Where?
-In the conservatory.
There lay that dead woman.

So in summary...

It's the dead of night,
the fountain stops working...

...you go to look in the conservatory
and discover a dead woman.

And where was your husband?
-In the conservatory, planting roses.

He gardens at night?
-Sometimes.

Weird.

He's always wandering
around at night. Just a rat.

And you saw who it was?

Who?

The dead woman.

No, she was facing the ground.

Strange thing.

And your husband
came upstairs after gardening?
-Not until much later.

Without saying anything?
-I pretended to be
asleep. He also went to sleep.

I've changed hotels three times already.
Now I am at Levallois, rue Treguet.

I'll be right there.

He's looking for
me. That's why I keep moving.

And you're just now telling me that?
-I've always been afraid of him.

He always looks at other women.
-That doesn't make him a murderer.

What does your husband do?
-He is a pharmacist
on the Place du Marche

Does he go there every day?
-In principle, yes.

Did you see the deceased the next day?
-I went to look again.

But she was gone.

He hasn't been there for
four days. Do you know enough now?

And without calling? Can I come in?

Without notice. No, I just mopped.

Did you call his house?
-To speak to his wife? Thank you.

Does he stay away often?
-Sometimes.

For his work?

This time too?

Charlotte has also
been gone for four days.
-Charlotte?

The intern who normally always
cleans and mops the windows...

Because I'm the first assistant here.

And what does the first
assistant think about that?

He hopes they come back.

And fast too.

Great, you have something to eat.

Have you seen him?
-No, he left right after you.

He must be looking for me.

Handsome guy, your husband.
-He was successful with the women.

Why 'had'?
-IM confused.

Does he pay close
attention to my children?
-He has five of his
own. Do you know Charlotte?

He's looking for
me because I saw the dead man.

Does he know the
boarding house where you stay?
-No.

Fine, we'll take you back.

Get some rest and stay there.
-I want to press charges.

Against who?
-Against a murderer.

Well...

...if you want,
you can make a statement.

What do you think?
-It could go either way.

Who knows, maybe she made it all
up. Or she actually saw a dead body.

Then her husband is a murderer.

Or she herself killed her husband.

And then immediately his mistress.

Either way, you're going to be busy.
-That is what I suspected.

So you're not going?
-No. Oh, the jam kettle is here.

What do I say to our women?
-That I'll try to come later.

Tell my wife it's force majeure.
That has been entrusted to you.

Will you take me to the station?
-Yes, the rest is already in the car.

How are you going to handle it?
-I'm going to look
at the boarding house.

Investigate her.
-Discreet, though.
She seems a bit unstable to me.

Do you suspect her?
-Absolute.

She is able to bully her family
and then come to us and cry.

She gets suspicious
when she sees you there.
-I'll think of something.

With a fake beard, glasses and a wig?

You laugh, but that's my dream
now. The Ars ne Lupine of the police.

That's for the youth.

Did you think I would
rather go on holiday with you?

Slept in... Have breakfast
outside under a parasol...

Si stand, go fishing,
play cards in the cafe.

Heaven on earth.

You know what? You need to send
someone else to that boarding house.

I don't like tomato soup.
-Be silent.

You must be quiet at the table.
-You too.

It's pumpkin soup.
-I don't like it either.

All vitamins.
-You eat it, period.

Children...
-A nice invention.

I called later.
-I'll register you. Your name is?

Jules Fontaine.
-Oh yeah.

Family of the footballer?
-Way in the distance.

Are you staying for a week?

I'll give you room eight. You will
probably find it pleasant and quiet.

What do u do for a living?
-Representative in medicines.

That's a good time. I often have
a sore throat, sometimes for a month.

Too bad, but my company has nothing against
that. Until what time can I dine?

Until half past nine.
-Just freshen up and I'll be back.

What do you recommend?
Gargling or aspirin?
-Aspirin. That helps with everything.

The white is knocked.
And the beige goes...

Eat your dessert.
-No. Give back.

Now it's over. You go to
bed. And you eat your dessert.

Why don't you eat your custard?
That's tasty, isn't it?

Is it always like this?
-Every night.

Don't they go to school?
-I don't think so.

What's the mother's name?

Mathilde...

What's Mrs. Four's name again?
-Martin, just like the bear.

Mrs. Four?
-From room four.

So I...

Would you like ragout?

Yes, but very little.

Janine, Mathilde, getting to work.
The work doesn't get done that way.

Everything to your liking?
-Excellent.

Are you related to that footballer?

Far in the distance.
But I am an admirer.

He certainly doesn't suffer
from osteoarthritis yet, does he?

Has he finished his dessert?
-He doesn't want it.

Doesn't he like sweets?
-Yes. Come on, go to bed.

It is nine o'clock. Hurry up.

He's not a bad boy.
But he needs stability.

We all have that.

Peace at last, huh?
-Peace? I don't
know what that is anymore.

You're welcome to
have fun. Are you going out?

No, I like to look
good before I go to sleep.

Good night then. We
do that with a beauty sleep.

Good night.

I can make myself beautiful, right?

And how.

A desert? Custard or rice porridge?
-Cognac.

And you, Mr. Fontaine,
do you want something?
-No, thank you. I line.

Can I have a cup of coffee with you?

I sell suspenders.

Sports suspenders, chic suspenders.
For a company in Marseille, Leon.

Always tight trousers
with suspenders from Leon.

Have you closed, Mrs. Raymonde?
-Everywhere, yes.

Jean-Claude, come out. Immediately.

I'm calling the police, I'm
warning you. Don't be so strange.

I want to go to daddy. And to school.
-In a few days, I told you.

Should I force the door?

You have the stature,
but then he is so startled.

Police here. Juvenile
Delinquency Prevention Service.

I count to three.
Then you come outside. A...

You lied a little, but it helped.

Did Red Star win?
-Draw.

You were going on holiday this week with your cousin,
Commissioner Vaimber, weren't you?

I'll do the investigation on his behalf. He was
really looking forward to a holiday.

So you sacrificed yourself again.
-He looked so hopefully
at his jam kettle...

By the way, this
isn't his district anymore.

Any news about that intern?
-The missing Charlotte? Nothing.

But she's not the first. Seven
have disappeared here since last year.

And the pharmacist?
-We're still looking for him.

How is his wife holding up?
-Heroic.

She pinches it and
also has two terrible children.

How do I recognize
her if I have to follow her?
-It's like Arletty among the monks.

Look, there you have those two brats.

But are you here to
follow her or to protect her?

If I follow her, I'll
protect her. And vice-versa.

Mathilde, can we go to the track?

But not further than there.

Can we have ice cream?
-If you don't fall.

Mom gave you money for it.

Only if your clothes are still intact,
she said. Come on, roller skates.

Is Mrs. Four in her room?
-I just brought her tea.

Is she dressed yet?
-From head to toe.
And she still appears naked.

Oh shit, the milk.

Wait, I'll take that to her.

Are you going to visit her?
-Why not?

You don't let grass grow under it.
-What do you want with my profession...

Good luck.

Who is there?
-The milkman.

What are you doing here?

Fontaine here, with
the milk the chambermaid forgot.

Shall I put it here on the table?

How mean, you scare me.

I still have a cup. Would you like tea?

Love.

So you sell medicine?
-Indeed.

To the sick?
-No that is not allowed.

To hospitals, clinics, pharmacies.
-Awful.

Awful?
-My husband was a pharmacist.

What do you mean 'was'? Is
he doing something different now?

Much worse.
-Are you a widow?

Milk?
-No, thank you.

My husband left me. With two children.

I'm sorry for you.

There's another woman, I assume?
-Find out.

And now you're waiting here for him?
-No, I fled here.

But has he left you
or have you fled from him?

You are very curious.

No really. You constantly ask questions.

That's because that's how I
talk to my customers. Please excuse me.

Thanks for the tea.

Do you always lock the door?
-Yes. Because I'm scared, okay?

Afraid of what?
-For all.

Afraid of what?
-For ghosts, the dead, the living.

I'm in room 8. Just call me.
-When I call, it's already too late.

You can not be serious?
-No, I'm just kidding.

He sat in her room for an hour.

And you think that...
-I think they were
embarrassed after all.

She is stuck in divorce.
-Or she's a widow.

With clothes like that on?
-Maybe it doesn't bother her.

He's quite handsome.

I don't like split peas.
-You should, that brat.

They're peas. And
now the board is broken.
-That does not matter.

Everyone breaks something sometimes.

My father had locked
me up for two days as punishment.

Fortunately, times are changing.
-Unbelieveable.

Yesterday I saw a
woman smoking on the street.
-I smoked too.

Before you knew me, right?
-Naturally.

I want my bear. It's at home.
-Stop.

I want my bear.
-Would you like a new plate?

Would you like a game of cards?
-Very much, yes.

I want my bear.

As clumsy as you
are. And stop crying, you.

What's going on, kid?
-Oh well, we forgot his bear Martin.

Then we'll go get it.
-I'm afraid I'll hit my husband.

Even if I go with you?

That's the bear?
-Used to be. But it
remains his favorite animal.

If only we could live that long.

Your husband? Hot guy.
-Everyone thinks so.

He's back.

Who?
-The handsome guy.

He has the key to that clock. And you
have to wind it up every three days.

I want to get out
of here. He is listening to us.

He's not upstairs, you were
just there. He's not here either.

Should I look in the basement?
-No.

Be careful.

Please don't leave me alone.

There's no one
here. I'll be right there.

I just found this. Is it yours?
-Yes.

No. I don't know anymore.

Just shut it down.

Thank you so much. I'll
put him in his bed as a surprise.

Why are you laughing?

Not for anything.

Good night.

Be careful, guys.

Watch out for the cars.

We visited Charlotte's parents. Nothing.

And at the pharmacist: nothing either.

I would take her
to Venice. Seventh heaven.

Don't say that. Who knows,
maybe they are already in heaven.

Good. We're going
to look at the house in Meudon.

Developments?
-Have you ever seen roses in the jungle?

They cannot withstand moisture.
-Apparently so at the pharmacist.

And that bothers you?
-That and a gold chain.

Okay, then let's go.

look at the rose at dawn

would charm the sun with its purple

You're just poetic.
Should I call the locksmith?

Stolen?
-Temporarily borrowed.
Nuance difference.

Poetry always sees life...
-And pink .

Yet they are really in bloom.
-Precisely.

I think the pipe to
the fountain runs underneath it.

Quite possible.
-Certainly. That's why he stopped.

I can't follow it.
-Only here has been dug.

If the pipe is broken, here.
We're going to take a look.

Still not digging?
-Just one meter.

Sixty centimeters for the
roses and another sixty for the log

There's got to be
a shovel around here somewhere.
-Then we'll be busy for a while.

Here somewhere, I think.

And?
-The ground is getting harder now.

Continue.

There is water at the bottom.
-That's where the broken pipe is.

That woke Mrs. Four up.
-Mrs. Four?

Don't worry about that. Dig on.

Could a woman do this?

What exactly?

What are you doing now?

Why not? If I can...

And if they really want
something, women can do anything.

I'm exhausted, you
know. And I have a muscle ache.

I turn on the tap
and you watch what happens.

I knew it. What a shitty job.

Unbelieveable...

This really isn't possible.
-Stay where you are. Well?

The water rises.

Turn closed. It's almost up to my knee.

Look...

Are you ready now, chief? I'm sinking.

We're closing things down again.

The hole?
-What else?

Don't we look further?
Who just buries a shoe?

Whoever wore it,
that person is no longer here.

I can't just plow this over, can I?
-That's why. Just close it.

And put the roses back, right?
-Yes, neatly in a row.

Do you have the shoe?

Have I.

If you find the other
one, I'll make you commissioner.

Commissioner gravedigger then for sure.

No card game, Colonel?
-No. Curfew, h .

What are you doing?
-I make trays for four and eight.

The boys have already eaten.
-That one.

But he goes to her room for dinner.

What does Mrs. Raymonde say?
-He takes everything from Vier.

She's lucky.

If only I could receive
gentlemen's visitors.
-How so?

Have you met someone?
-Who knows.

Tell.
-Later, in the cafe

Wait, I'll bring the magazines.
Then I'll come along immediately.

You must be joking.
-Do I look like this?

Commissioner Maigret. Investigation.

Why didn't you say that straight away?

You filed charges, didn't you?

So your colleague believed me? You too?
-Yes, that thing with
the fountain sounded real.

Mr. Fontaine...

I should have known. Why didn't you
come out about it? You're spying on me.

Do you suspect me?
That I killed him? And her too?

The police suspect everything and
everyone. Besides, they've disappeared.

So now you don't suspect me anymore?

A man who remains
silent is a man who doubts.

Don't close it, I have another one.

Thank you, Janine.

You don't look like
a representative either.

How?

Can I laugh with you?
-You look like the ideal husband.

With whom you are never
afraid, with whom you stay.

How should I take that now?
-As a compliment.

I've been to your house
and found this. Is it yours?

Found it? Where?
-Under the rose bushes.

It's just a shoe. The rest are missing.

Size 37. Probably from a young girl.
-The one you found dead?

Who knows.
-Do you believe that?

I do not know. Please
stop that bad dream.

Shall we eat something?

I'm going to pimp.
Then get drunk. All the better.

Is your husband cheating on you?
-I hope so.

What do you mean?
-Well, he's handsome, so...

What a mess.

He was successful with the women.

And the women with him?
-This is quite possible in the pharmacy.

And you?
-What do you mean?

Are you cheating on him?
-Very often before I knew him.

And after that?
-Out of time. That's
what happens with children.

It reminds me of Cinderella.
-Your life?

That shoe.

If only we knew the
foot that belonged to it...

And what do you really
think of your husband?

Love makes blind.
You can't see anything anymore.
-Not even murder?

Well, a corpse at that.

We're going to turn your house upside down
to get to the bottom of the matter.

Why? To find the body? He
has hidden that in the meantime.

And with him it's
just like with the birds.
-What do you mean?

The nest has been disturbed,
so he won't come back.

But feel free to search the house.

Actually you are right.

It's a stupid plan.

What do we do?
-Implementing a stupid plan.

Search the house. Partition walls,
floors, skirting boards, everything.

And three men go to work
in the garden. Prick every meter.

I'll be with you soon.

That misery again.

Still nothing? Get on.

Berthier, come here.

There is no attic. The terrace
doesn't yield anything either.

Shoes.

What did you say?
-No shoes on the bed.

My shoes are not dirty.

Lagarde.
-Yes?

Come on, let's go look in the cellar.

Afraid of vampires, that pharmacist.
-Chief, look.

And that wet wall?
-That's because
of the broken water pipe.

Watch. The water runs along
the wall and under that wall.

How is that possible?
-Because the floor
is sloping, of course.

Beats. And how does that wall get wet?
-That's capillary action.

You've done your homework.
But I have another idea.

Condensation through the boiler.
-No, the stucco.

Behind the wall. How long
does it take for plaster to dry?

Now you've got me stuck.
-Three weeks, if it's mixed well.

So that wall is new?

Send for two officers.

Chief, come and have a look.

She probably wouldn't have a clear conscience
if she bricked up a door like that.

Anyway.

And why 'they'?
-No idea. I look like a misogynist.

Should we kick it in?

There we have Cinderella.

Michaux, go help in the basement.

A fifth has already
been found. A true slaughter.

Get on.
-Can't, we're at the end.

I'm going to the desk. Please
send for the identification service.

Did you expect this, chief?
-You never know when
someone goes off the rails.

But still, five.
Soon there will be six more.

If she killed her husband too.
-Or if he kills her.

Why would he?
-She's a witness and reported him.

We have to stay close to her all the time. You
also take a room in the boarding house.

Or she is a danger to others.
Or she herself is in danger.

I'll stick with the
former. I know the women.
-Oh yeah? You were
a misogynist, weren't you?

And?
-I didn't want to wake you.

Did you think I could sleep?

We found Charlotte.
-So it wasn't a bad dream?

I do not understand.

I do not understand.

Now go to bed, even
though sleeping will be difficult.

How am I supposed to tell my children?
-We'll think of something
about that tomorrow.

It's me.
-Come on in.

Bluebeard, how much does that...

Six.

I don't want to be sixth.
-Why do you think I'm here?

You don't know how cunning he is.
-So am I.

He probably knows I'm here. With
that bear he only had to follow us.

I'm sure he was there. What should I do?

You act as usual. We are always nearby.

What if he takes the kids?
-We'll keep an eye on that too.

And then you just have to think...

...that women are
mainly targeted in this case...

...of our perpetrator.

He could also be kind.
-One does not exclude the other.

Now go to bed.

Try to get some sleep.

And don't go anywhere
without warning me.

Excuse me.

Today I'm having raspberry jam.

Tomorrow, Mr. Fontaine.

Do you still have
a room for a friend of mine?

We are full. Only room 13, under
the roof, next to the chambermaids.

But there is only cold water there.
-Fine, he likes camping.

Have you seen my children?
-Heard. In the garden.

Jean-Claude, Jean-Jacques.
Come on, let's eat.

Where are you?

Stop that nonsense.

Where does that come from?
-From the back of the garden.

Here.

At least that's what I think.

Have you hurt yourself?

What happened?

Mom, did you hurt yourself?
-It looked like a tiger, in the tree.

Where is he now?
-Away.

He jumped on top of me.
-He's over there.

Nietes. You are lying.
-Stop. He must have
been as scared as I was.

Like this.

It doesn't bleed anymore.

And did that tiger only have one claw?

I made that tiger
up because of the boys.

Have you seen it?
-No, I just felt pain.

I told you he'd find me, right?
-You win.

You would have made a good detective.
-Thank you. He will succeed again.

That's what I assume.

But now we will pay more attention.
And we will arrest him...

...before he...
-For him what?

Should I serve as bait again?

Didn't see me.

He won't hurt you
again, I promise you that.
-Says a cop.

That's just me.

Lagarde.

I really came as quickly as possible.
-All right.

I'll introduce you
to Mrs. Four in a moment.

The pharmacist's
wife, she's in room four.

And what are you looking
for now? The fork at that?
-I'm not looking for anything
anymore. I already have it.

Or she has lost this.
Then she is very smart.

Or he's been here.
Then we are certainly not smart.

What do you mean? I just got here.
-It's nice that
you show such solidarity.

What should I do now? Make
sure she doesn't kill anyone?

Or that no one kills her.

I'll go see the pathologist
while you get settled.

You are a doctor's visitor to
everyone, only she knows better. Good?

That suits you. Actually better than...

Thank you for showing
such solidarity, chief.

Where am I?
-13. That brings luck.

You are sitting
between two beautiful girls.
-In the broom cupboard, right?

All five are women.

In what state?
-That varies.

Three can be identified.
The others not good.

How long does this go back?
-The two 'eldest'
are about five years old.

The third at least three years.

Then another one, a year
at most. And yours for a few days.

And the method?
-Always different.

I don't know yet about the
oldest. It is in too bad condition.

The second was a stab wound.

The third has a broken neck.
Fell down the stairs, very classic.

The fourth has a smashed skull.

Probably a blow with a hammer.

Yours...
-Don't say that.

...was simply strangled.

That's all?
-Another thing.

They all had a chain around their ankle.

With a red gemstone in the clasp?

That's definitely not real.

It's like a ritual.
-Exactly, like a ritual.

And the perpetrator? Man or woman?
-That's up to you. You are the sleuth.

I suspect a man. Because of that ritual.
It's always men who celebrate mass.

A nice comparison.

A woman is not likely?
-Five percent chance.

Unless it's a Messalina
or a Lucretia Borgia.

And now stay on the track, huh?

Now that you finally want to meet
me, wear this gift around your ankle.

Your admirer.

Hello?
-Jules?

Did you enjoy fishing?
-I caught three.

Don't choke on it, please.

I went to the pathologist.
-I read about it in the newspaper.

Really a matter for
you. Do you have names yet?

Except Charlotte Moissac...

...Muriel Lipinski and Jeanne Cordier.

We are still investigating the others.
They are all young and quite handsome.

And the jam?
-I'm stirring it.

Stir for me too. I'll call you.

And?
-We have visited
all the jewelers in the South.

But who says he bought
them near the pharmacy?

What a sick mind.

What are you doing?
-Nothing.

Where is she?
-In the attic.

In the attic?
-That's what I told you.

Hold on.

Is someone there?

You scare me. I
didn't recognize your voice.

Are you leaving again?
It's becoming a mania.
-I have to, I don't feel safe here.

Where are you going?
-As far away as I can.

Yet he will find
you. And then I'm not around.

You're not here to protect
me. You want to trap me here.

If you leave, he has won.

And I lost.

Why did I marry such a crazy person?

That's a one in a thousand chance.

But it's just like the lottery.
You can always try again.

Everthing allright?
-Yes, everything is fine.

What do you look like?
-Because of roller skating.

Immediately in the bath.
-I don't want to take a bath.

Last time it was very hot.
-Well, cold today.

Are they ever good?
-That's not the word.

Mathilde.

What a beautiful necklace.

Why around your ankle?
-Why not?

Did you get it?
-Yes, but whose is it a secret?

Why are you looking at me like that?
-Just like that.

Do you know Mathilde's boyfriend?
-The new one?

Not yet. She doesn't want to say anything.
But she seems addicted to him.

And we thought he was dead.
-You thought that.

So it's really not her.
-No. Despite all your misogyny.

But it's still crazy...
Five chambermaids.

There were no fingerprints on the knife.
-That is what I suspected.

Michaux always keeps an eye on Mathilde.

Tomorrow you will close the street with Mariani and
Berthier in cars. You in the middle.

A fall. Does Mrs. Four know about it?
-She is not asked anything.

And if he doesn't come?
-He'll come.

He's not a thug, he's a psychopath.
-It's making me nervous.

And with good reason.

What is happening?

Do you have a lamp?
-A flashlight, but in my room.

Upstairs then.

Marie-Louise, what
have you been thinking about?
-No use, Oscar.

Colonel, should we black out?
-The power's out.

Where?
-Here.

I understand that,
I'm asking where the problem is.

Who turned off the light?
-Do not panic. Light...

Thank you. Thank goodness you're here.

It's like there's someone in the closet.

Come on...

The boys are not in their room.
-They're here.

Just figure it out.

What are you doing here?

Have you been on something?

What have you got there? Give
me what you have in your hand.

Why did you do that?
-Just watch.

But you can't see
anything like that, right?

Suffie.
-Precisely.

What have you got?
-That's what he tells me.

Now I'm behind. Dinner
starts fifteen minutes later.

Thank you again, Mr. Fontaine.

Is your name Fontaine, chef?
-Don't you start again.

I didn't know they
existed, suspender sellers.

Of course it is. Someone has to sell
them, right? Especially ones like that.

Is that your boss?
-Yes.

And does that sell well? Medicines?
-Like chrysanthemums in autumn.

It's a Don Juan, isn't it?

He is here. Mathilde also has one.
-I know.

And now? Do we both have to die?

Calm down, no one needs to die here.

And we will not lose sight of you.

So I have to rely on you?
-Yes.

As long as you stay here.

All right then.

Where did you meet him?

At that time I was working...

...as a waitress. How so?
-What kind of waitress?

In a bar, at the
pharmacy. Does it matter?
-For him, I suspect.

Here you have it back.

I got it from him. He wanted
me to wear it around my ankle.

I already suspected something like that.
-Did the others wear one too?

All?

Everything is locked
except the front door.

Is the key in the lock?
-On the inside.

Oh, is it you?

Does the door always
stay open when you go out?

Yes, we do not receive keys.

Do you go out every night?
-If we get the chance.

To the cinema?

The diners often
linger too long for that.

Not you, mind you.
-Good thing, too.

Are you coming?

Where have you been tonight?

In the cafe downstairs.
A friend of ours works there.

Does Mrs. Raymonde know about this?
-No. You're not going to tell, are you?

Now go to bed.

Keep an eye on them, huh?

Today we go to the Sacreoeur, the
Eiffel Tower and then to the Louvre.

A drink at Pigalle,
and the Moulin Rouge.

Nice plan. But that's
a bit much, don't you think?

Just walk to the bus
first. That takes enough time.

In case you come back
late, I will give you the keys.

From the gate, the
front door... Don't lose them.

See you tonight. Or see you tomorrow.
-Have a nice Sunday. Bye.

Have a nice Sunday, Mrs. Raymonde.
-You too.

Oh, Commissioner, secretly working?
Is everything going as planned?

Fine, then I'll go.

A little pace.

You dare a lot, don't you?
-I'll just take her place.

There is a lot of tinkering involved.
-Come on.

Hurry up.
-I'm trying.

Now I've even lost my
number. Do you think that helps?

We wouldn't do it otherwise.
-I think we're all going to die.

Are the kids ready? Continue.

H, damn.

Where I used to live
there were only gravel paths.

I've never been that sporty.
As a child I wanted to be a singer.

And then?
-I had no voice.

Otherwise, if you call your
children, you can be heard very well.

Exactly, it was shouting, not singing.

I'm really scared to death.
-I know.

He probably knows
where to find me in my room too.

Then we are there too.

Tell me, is he really that nice?
-He is great.

I've never seen you like this before.
-Who knows, he might
be the man of my life.

You're taking a bath.
-H, no. Just very quickly.

And without soap.
-Being clean is horrible.

Then they always want to smell you.

If only we could go to the movies.
What do we do until you have your date?

Just go to the cafe

What are you going
to do tonight? Dancing?

It is Sunday.
-So at seven o'clock
there is a cold buffet.

We want to be on time, because
we leave at eight o'clock.

And where are you going then?

Would Mr. Fontaine want to know more?
-No.

I'm already quitting.

Why does he keep telling us off?
-He is curious, yes.

I don't eat your dessert all the time.
-We were nice, right?

When are we going back to school?
-So now you want to go again?

Yes, I want to go back to school too.
-Fine, but now let's go to bed.

Do you know what I think?

He will not come.

He kills Mathilde somewhere else.

How can you be so sure
he will come? It's still crazy.

Psychopaths have their own logic. Although this
sometimes differs from case to case.

As long as you're
there at the right time.

And what if you are wrong, chief?

Okay, when we talk,
we make sure the radio is on.

Then the entire investigation
can listen in. Maigret will like that.

Maigret is sleeping.
-Never that pit.

Heard anything
from Berthier and Mariani?
-Those posts in the neighborhood.

The girls will come soon.

You go to bed.
-Are you sure?

Fine, then I'll go.

I left the door open.

Take off your shoes.

Beware, a chair.

Michaux has gone
to bed and the girls are back.

Is he just lucky?
-And or.

And now back again. Come on.
-Okay

And don't fall asleep, you.

Oh, those silly girls.

It's really unbelievable.

I've told them a hundred times.

Well, it's closed.

I tell them so often
that they have to close the door.

Where are their heads?
If Mrs. Martin hears this...

Mom, I'm thirsty.

That's why I put on a jacket at night.
-I wouldn't mind another bite.

Oh well, he who sleeps is not hungry.
-We're going to bed too.

Give that here.
-Why?

Just do it now.

Who are you anyway?

Police.

I meant no harm.

Lagarde.

Stand still or I'll shoot.

Stand still.

Mariani, quickly.

Does it work?
-Yes, it will work.

Jean Claude.

I'll be right there.

What is going on here?
-We're arresting a vagrant.

Do you have a good grip on him?

Finished. We go.
-Come with me.

How awful.

And to think that something like
this happens in a family pension...

Did he end up with you?
-In room four.

What did that gentleman do?

He is very sick.
-I don't want to be sick.

Why would you be sick?