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Dude!

What's the matter, Arlette?

Nothing.

You think you're doing... It's not what
you're being paid for.

Go and finish your act.

Okay, my dear girl, I told you to go and
finish.

What's the trouble?

Line up.

Me.

What did it mean?

I want to report a murder.

He's taking a statement from a girl
who's coming with some story.

Are these people waiting out here
anything to do with us? No, Pato.

This wind goes on, we're gonna have
rain. Yeah.

You got her?

No.

Is she yours?

Ah, no, this is the girl La Prat's
supposed to be questioning.

He must have brought her in here to see
you. He slipped off somewhere.

La Prat!

What's it all about?

She made a statement to the police in
Vermont.

La Pointe had it.

I think it's here somewhere.

Here we are. Something about a countess.

All right, Kaka, you're busy. I'll deal
with this.

Send La Pointe in as soon as you find
him. I most certainly will.

Don't be too hard on him.

You were young once.

Mademoiselle? Mademoiselle?

Can I go home?

What are your questions?

It's nothing but questions.

Oh, my head.

Please.

Do you mind?

Go ahead.

I'll never get them on again.

Yes?

You are Jean -Marie Marcelle Leleu,
known as Arlette?

Age 24, born at Moulin, living 42C, Rue
Notre -Dame de la Red -Paris, and

working as a dance and picrat in the Rue
Narva.

I've said all this a dozen times since
five this morning.

When you went into your local police
station and said, I've come to report a

murder, question whose account is?

When was it committed? Not yet.

Really, Mademoiselle, you must say a
little more than that.

I have.

I was sitting in the club with a
customer after I'd finished my act,

what? Ice drip to music.

Oh.

I heard two men talking at the next
table. I could not see them because of

partition.

One was called Oscar, and he said, the
Countess still has her jewels, but at

rate she's going, she won't have them
long.

We'll have to deal with her.

Just like that.

Then they got up and went out and I
could see that the man called Oscar was

tall, broad -shouldered and with a face
like a boxer.

After which, like a good citizen, he
went and told the police.

Did your companion hear this? No.

What's his name?

Albert. Albert.

Was he your lover? No.

He says he loves me. And you?

Well, I like him.

Hmm.

Well, I expect we'll find him.

Oh, no.

No, you mustn't. Well, your story could
do with a little confirmation.

Well, no, it couldn't. Why not?

I was very drunk last night, to ask
anyone.

I don't know what I heard.

Where had you been drinking?

Oh, around, and then in the club.

And when you'd had enough to drink, you
went to the police and told them the

story. So they say.

Why?

Because I didn't want to go home. You
know how it is when you've been drinking

all night.

Are you now saying this story's untrue?

If you like.

No countess? No, no, no Oscar? No
murder?

No.

I suppose you know it's an offence to
make a false declaration to the police.

Yes. I'll pay the fine if that's what
you want. Just let me go home to bed.

All right.

Can I?

You're not worth my time on the
magistrate.

Next time you get drunk, think of some
other joke to play. Don't worry, I've

enough of police day since the last.

Thank you.

Oh, what did you make of it?

I'm not sure.

Oh, smells like a bedroom.

No, not mine.

Funny, she was lying.

A usual false alarm? No, no.

Sometimes she was lying in the wrong
places.

I want any report of any crime involving
a counter put straight through to me.

Ah, Laplace, I want a word with you. All
right, Lucas.

Lucas tells me that he asked you to
question that girl.

Yes, I was going to. It was just that I
remembered something downstairs and I

went to fetch it.

I'll see her now, shall I? She's gone.

Oh.

What's the matter? Are you shy or
something?

Found a way, perhaps.

Well, you'll get over it.

In the meantime, don't go running off
without telling everyone where you are.

You're on duty all the time you're up
here, understood?

Well,

go on. It's not the end of the world.

Well, this is all very nice. What about
some lunch?

Oh, darling, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm
trying something new.

It'll be ready in a minute.

I'll go and see if it's done.

I want to know what you think of the
chicken I got this morning.

It's a lovely plant bird hanging in the
shop.

What?

Oh, it smells delicious.

It'll be ready in two minutes.

Good. What's it going to be? Ah, your
food. It's the prize.

I got it from a shop I've never tried
before.

What's wrong with Charlie, though?

He takes me too much for granted.

So don't go to see me go somewhere else
for change.

Oh, no.

Not just as we're going to eat. Send him
away.

Ah, Mr. Luca. I'm so sorry, madame, but
this is urgent.

Luca, come in.

Sit down.

Lay a place for him. No, no, no, patron,
really. No, truly, madame.

My figure.

Captain, there's been a murder.

The Countess? No, the girl.

I'm sorry, Amanda.

Tell him I will casserole the chicken
for tonight.

All right, I've got it.

No, no, the concierge, we can't.

All right, will you all wait outside a
minute, please?

Doctor? Strangled.

About an hour and a half ago.

Seized from behind, by the look of it.

She took her shoes off.

What? Oh, nothing, nothing.

All right, Doctor.

I'll send it down to you. Thank you.

The concierge didn't fear coming.

Anyone else?

No, there are officers on the first
floor. People coming and going all the

How long has she been here? About two
years. Is that her?

Yeah.

Studio portraits in the nightclub where
she worked.

Peacocks.

Not these, though.

These were taken by some amateur.

Aye, aye, aye. Some amateur.

Hmm. That's a word of him.

She kept the place clean.

Funny sort of girl to be housebound.

Funny sort of girl to be murdered.

I think whoever it was probably waited
in there for her. Until she came back?

Until she came back from us.

She was killed because she came to us.

All right, you, Carl, you look after
this end. I'll take a look at this.

Pick that, please.

Aye.

Shot.

Where's the owner?

Sleep. Since when?

Seven, half past.

I'm his wife.

Wake him.

Why? Inspector McRae.

Criminal justice.

Fred?

Fred, wake up.

Ah. Police.

What's the trouble?

Were you here last night?

Oh, of course, I'm here every night.

I look after the cloakroom, cook if
anybody wants to eat.

So you would remember anyone who came
in?

Oh, pretty well.

Annette? Of course, she works here.

Where did she sit last night after she
finished dance or whatever it is?

She did a dance. It was very artistic.

She sat over there.

You can learn.

No, with some boy who's been waiting our
time lately.

Name? Albert.

Why, is it him you're after?

Not specially.

What about the two men who are at the
next table?

There was nobody sitting at that table.

Where were the two men?

There weren't any two men.

There was a big Dutchman here with a
party and an American over there with

girls. No two men.

Well, who is Oscar?

Oscar?

Well, there's a butcher down the road
called Oscar, a little chap with a

moustache. Oh, no, this Oscar's tall,
broad -shouldered, faced like a boxer.

Ah, he's my husband.

Morning, Inspector.

Brother Fonzie.

Rick? Not now, thank you.

Who's that if I count the bleach?

He wants to know who was here last
night.

Can you tell us why?

Arlette is dead.

Arlette?

Strangled in her room this morning. Oh,
my dear.

No, could do such a dreadful thing.

Oh, poor Alette.

How did it happen?

She overheard a conversation in here
last night between two men. One of them

called Oscar.

It was about the murder of a countess.

After you closed, you went round to the
local police. They sent her to us. We

sent her home.

And there she was killed?

Yes.

By someone who knew her flat and waited
for her.

Oh, I've no idea who that could be.

Most of these girls take the customers
home sometimes, don't they?

Not during working hours.

You lose on drinks.

Had she a lover?

What about last night, young man?

Oh, well.

Oh, no, no. He always went home early,
so he had work to do.

Mm -hmm.

What about you? What?

Me?

Oh, don't bother about Rose. She's not
jealous.

He's a terror for the girls, this one.

As a matter of fact.

Once, twice, well, naturally.

So you do know her flat?

No. Never went near it.

Out there, in the kitchen.

Or upstairs.

And you never heard of Oscar? Or a
countess?

Never.

Should I open tonight?

As you wish.

And if you came, you could question all
the others.

I mean, we're trying to help you.

Always been on good terms with the
police.

Who can this be? We're not... What?

I thought I... I came when I heard...

When I knew that she was... I came to

tell you that...

Your first name is Albea.

I'd forgotten that.

Here, come sit down.

Thank you, Mr. Finn.

I expect you've work to do.

I'll find some.

Quite a regular.

I'm sorry. Don't be sorry. There's
nothing wrong with it.

What brought you here in the first
place?

I was showing a friend round Paris.

We ended up here.

How long ago?

Three weeks.

It seems a lifetime.

She wasn't what you think she was,
Bertrand. What you thought she was this

morning. She was different from the
other.

Would you have married her?

Someday.

If I could have got her away from here.

If?

In a way, she seemed to like it here.

Or she was afraid to leave.

She was afraid of something, I do know
that.

A man?

Yes.

Oscar? She never mentioned his name, but
she was afraid.

She had a false identity card, too.

Had she, indeed.

So her name wasn't Lillard? What was it?

I don't know.

Owlette?

Do you care for this?

No more any use to us.

Do you want to go on working on this
case?

Yes, Petman.

I want to find the man who killed her.

All right.

Come on.

All right.

This year.

Jean Villers.

Jean Lelot.

Three years ago.

I see.

Yes, I think he's just come in.

I'll tell him.

Jean Villers has been on the phone to
Moulin. Jean Lelot left the family three

years ago and they haven't heard of her
since. Neither have we. What?

Arlette had Lelot's identity card. So
Jean Lelot is the only name we have for

Arlette. Yes.

What else have we got?

The concierge at the apartment said that
a man rang up about two years ago and

left a message to say that Oscar would
be calling. Two years ago?

She remembered it because he was the
only man who ever did call.

He was her only visitor?

Phew. Big, broad -shouldered man.

She must have known other men.

Look, Al, there's photographs of Al
there. Take them around the short -time

hotel. That was Mr. Fred.

Oh, yeah.

In the kitchen.

Now, what about Monsieur Fred, hmm?

And his wife?

Oh, she's a lot older than he is. That's
why she lets him do what he likes with

the girls. She's afraid of losing him.

Arlette was the only one she worried
about.

She'd have got rid of her if she hadn't
been the main attraction.

All this from Arlette?

Yes. She always told the truth.

Except once.

In here this morning.

There'll be some stuff on, Fred.

Get on the record, see if you can find
it.

Yes, Tom.

We'll be back to Peacock's later. Do you
want me to come along?

No.

Ask Jean -Pierre to get a description of
this Leleux girl.

I want to know how she lost her identity
card.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Find me a big chap called Oscar. Ask him
if he strangled anyone lately.

Take it, Luca.

Does the press get the pictures?

They'll be out tomorrow.

Hello.

What?

Hold on. Patron.

An old woman's been found strangled in
her apartment.

Rue Victor Marseille.

Name? Countess von Farnheim.

Who is this?

Who are you?

Dr. Casimir Bloch. And what do you want?

She was my patient.

She's mine now.

Tell me, how did she die? She was
strangled.

Oh, then there is nothing I can do to
help you. I shouldn't go.

There may be someone you can help.

Inspector, please.

Hi, Doctor.

Inspector.

Rock bottom.

Who's he? The lady's medical advisor.

Casimir Bloch.

All right, Doctor. Only wait outside,
please.

That's all?

All right.

You want us all outside now? Yes.

All right, fellows.

All outside.

One plane closing in downstairs.

Yes, sir.

Don't stop anyone coming up. Leave the
street door ajar.

Right.

Same as before?

Exactly.

By the same hand?

Bruises are anonymous, but both were
strangled from behind by a man of

strength. Or a woman?

If she was as strong as a man.

How old was she? Forty -five to fifty.

What? She looks ancient.

Notice all the bottles.

And look at this.

Ah.

Done with this.

Oh.

Surely they don't usually drink as well.
They'll do anything.

Well, I'll be getting along.

Don't send me any more tonight. I'm
going out to dinner.

Do you know anything about this Casimir
block?

I don't know about one of his patients,
but that... Send him in, woman.

Right.

You wanted me, Inspector.

How long's she been your patient?

Three years.

And how long a drug addict?

Fifteen years, so she said.

Where'd she get it from?

No idea.

From you?

Oh, no, no, no.

Only twice, in the course of a medical
treatment, you understand.

Anything else about her?

Very little.

Who is Oscar?

Oscar?

Oscar? I do not know.

All right, you can go.

Oh, yeah, it's an old sour bush.

She says she saw no one come in.

I think she spends half a dime gossiping
upstairs.

She cooks for an old man on the top
floor. She was taking him up his dinner,

noticed the apartment was open, looked
in, saw what happened and called the

police.

What does she know about the Countess?
She's been here about five years.

Never went out, not many visitors.

Any special ones? Long -haired young man
who called her auntie.

Auntie?

Look at this.

Robbery of the motive?

The Countess still has her jewels, but
at the rate she's going, she won't have

them long.

Luca, Arlette was right about everything
so far.

She told us the whole truth.

You found uncle.

Poor old auntie.

She was murdered.

Well, it wasn't me. I haven't been here
for days.

I paid to cover her up. She looked
awful.

I suppose you're the police, are you?

Or are you murderers?

Name?

Philippe. Philippe what?

Mortimer. My father is a professor at
Grenoble, so you'd better be careful.

Not, of course, that he wouldn't like to
see me in prison.

Take your jacket off.

Do what?

Come on, do it yourself. All right.

You've got a pin cushion.

When did you have your last shot?

You shan't say.

Not long enough ago.

Did you supply her?

I don't have to answer.

No, but you will.

You can't.

Take a look through the place.

Stay here till the van comes around.

And take this lad down to the office and
hand him over to Torrance.

Put a call through to Denise, get some
details of her husband and so on.

After that, we can get some sleep.

And you, Pedro?

Home, to dinner.

After that, be crats.

Who's this Torrance?

Torrance? Oh, Torrance is horrible.

He's twice the size of me. Muscle man.

Nasty temper.

I won't like him.

He won't like you?

What will he do?

Oh, ask you questions?

I sure know the answers. Nobody ever
tells me anything.

Not even Oscar?

Champagne, monsieur.

Would you rather have a cognac?

Yes.

But we'll put the champagne on the
table.

for the look of the thing.

It's compulsory for other guests.

And the cognac.

Are there any other guests?

Oh, it's early still, but they will
come.

Oh, what about the countess, sir?

Oh, it's all over my mouth.

She was strangled, wasn't she?

Strangled.

Who do you want to see?

One of the girls?

Betty?

Chief Inspector, make a criminal
justice, dear.

Now answer his questions like a good
girl.

Hello, Inspector.

You like something?

Not yet.

Francois will bring the glass for the
local thing.

I'll let you sit here all night. Yes.

What do you think of her?

Funny girl.

Drunk a lot.

Many lovers.

Oh, I wouldn't say that. Fred, of
course, has compulsory from time to

the champagne.

Maybe one or two others. You know how it
is up here.

No one's steady, huh?

Only Albert.

She would have gone away with him.

Did she say that?

No way.

Love, blood, we were changing.

Said what a fool she was, and how she'd
like to change everything.

Said, you ain't this place.

She said, if that was all.

Wouldn't say any more, though.

Traumatist? Used to be an acrobat.

Try me.

We're well matched, you and I.

Hello. Is that Madame Boucher?

This is a police inquiry from Paris.

I want to know if you ever found posts
for any staff at the Villa Oasis between

Nice and Antibes.

The Count and Countess von Farnheim.

Oh, yes, a long time ago. Do you
remember?

Yes, I'll hold on. Thank you.

I found out a lot about the Count and
Countess, patron.

Five years after they were married, the
Count was found dead at the foot of the

cliff outside the villa.

Here for three from the Brasserie
Dauphine.

Oh, not for me, thank you. No, for me.

Verdict. Patron? On the Count. Suicide,
accident, murder.

Oh, accident.

Hello. Yes, pardon.

Yes.

Ah, Luca, I hope you feel better than I
do.

Yes, go ahead.

Pea cuts.

Yeah, very late. Bad champagne.

Got Philippe in there? Yes, I took over
from Torrance. Did he talk to you? Not

yet. How is he? Nasty.

Let the police know that we're holding
Philippe Fortmart for an interrogation

connection with the murder of the
Countess.

So far, he's said nothing.

I want it in the early evening editions
and tell narcotics about Dr. Bloch.

Well, thank you very much, ma 'am. We're
most grateful.

Patron, I've got a list of the servants
at the villa at the time of the Count's

death. Do you think of asking for that?

Yes.

Good. Anything interesting?

Yes, patron.

Amongst them is Oscar Bonvoisin, 45,
valet de chambre and chauffeur.

Oscar. Good.

Well, this is 15 years ago. Does she
know where any of mine are? One of them,

Rosalie Moncur, the cook. She found her
job the other day with a South American

family called Gomez.

The only trouble is they moved to Paris.

That's no trouble. It's good.

But we don't have their address.

Well, be a detective. Find out.

Now? Just a minute.

Ah. Ah.

John, we ain't got a lead on the girl's
identity.

Mm -hmm. Do you have any questions? Any
scores?

32. But this was the only woman who knew
Arlette had a birthmark on her foot.

Mother? Aunt.

She says Arlette is really Anne -Marie
Trochain from Lyssa.

Good family. Her great -grandfather was
a general, Trochain.

Oh, the Lion of the Congo.

Ah, yes, of course.

Well, it seems Arlette was the alley cat
of Lyssa. She was thrown out of a

convent school, picked up by all sorts
of men. Was going to have a baby when

left three years ago.

Fifteen.

Did it live?

Not known.

Nor the father, I suppose.

No, but probably not local. Arlette went
to the Auvergne with her mother, who

was taking a cure at Bourboule.

Bourboule, hmm?

Ah, that's near Clermont -Ferrand, isn't
it?

Thermal passes, I mean.

Ah, Bourboule, here.

Four months after she got back from
there, she disappeared.

That's why I've had some luck. The
Bureau de Logemore knew the Gomez

So they should.

No, but straight away, it's like that.
It's 132 Avenue de Yena.

Good.

Rosalie Monco, huh?

You know what sort of a cook she is.

Beat up those six egg yolks now.

Say otherwise.

I'll use them later.

Now, Monsieur, yes?

Not forgetting I have lunch for 20 in an
hour. What are they having?

Woodcock stuffed with oysters and my own
sauce.

Is that what you came to ask me? No, no.
It's about the Countess von Farnham.

Ah, yes, I see.

Not surprised.

Did you work for her after her husband
died?

Not for long.

People I work for have to be in time for
their meals and sober enough to know

what they're eating.

Do you remember Oscar Bonvoisin?

Him? Yes.

Will you describe him for me, please?

Big, dark, broad -shouldered, very
muscular. Some people admire that type,

don't, and I told him so.

Oh, did he make advances to you?

To all of us.

Hated me because I wouldn't. But the
others did.

They did.

And the Countess.

Is he the murderer?

Perhaps. Funny thing, I thought I saw
him the other day.

Where? Up in Montmartre, rue
Clignancourt.

He was staring at me. While I was trying
to remember who he was, he suddenly

turned and walked away. But I could be
wrong.

Have you seen any of the other servants
since you left?

Antoinette died soon after I left.

Tried to stop a baby, his.

Was it Maria not long ago?

She's on the streets.

As Oscar's doing, too, I dare say.

He was a terror with the girls. The very
night they arrived, he'd be up to their

room, bang, open the door, and there you
were, one after the other. And he

couldn't even be bothered to say thank
you.

Was he married?

Well, not him.

Oh.

He had a mother in his hometown.

He used to send her money.

Oh.

Well, it was in the Auvers, near
Clermont -Ferrand.

Pour boule?

Well, you seem to know it all, don't
you?

Merci, madame.

Merci.

Irma, hurry up with those eggs. If you
make me boil this, there'll be another

murder done.

Thanks, monsieur.

Ah, la pointe.

Oscar Bonvoisin is the man we want.

Job he has been through with the list of
hotels. I'll let went to with various

men. Oh Description of the man all kind
mostly a man who hasn't to offer It's in

the early papers as you wanted.

Oh philips. Yeah, there'll be questions
for hours now. So far. He's told us

nothing We're not gonna read this you
realize the danger is in there's also an

editorial asking how many more murders
will be before we do anything Well,

it depends on you me Patron largely Go
away

Dress yourself up as an hour of work
labour and report back here.

I'm to follow someone? Yes. Go on,
hurry.

Don't overdo it, though.

No beard.

Bring him in.

All right, Tom.

Let's have him.

Come on, Anthony. Come on.

Look, I... I want to be a doctor. I
demand to be a doctor.

I want to go to a hospital for
treatment.

My father is a very important man.

It would be in all the papers if you
don't treat me well. Where does Oscar

Bonvoisin live?

I want to go to a hospital for
treatment.

You can't refuse it. I have a right to
it.

I want to go to a hospital now.

All right.

What? Here's the door.

Do you mean I'm to go?

Look, it's not right to turn me out like
this. That's what you've been asking

for.

Don't understand.

I want treatment.

You want another shot.

All right, go and get it.

Go and do what you like, but get out of
here. Right, there's no need to push me.

Knock that door, that one.

Send Torrance down with him. Tell him to
hold him at the door with some

formality, all right? Good.

I want you to stick to Philippe. You let
him go? Yes.

He's down at the door. They'll hold him
till we say.

Now, don't lose him and telephone me
when you can.

Yeah? No, pick rats.

Have you got a gun? No. Is he dangerous?

Philippe isn't, but his friends may be.

Ah, here.

Take this.

You go, I'll pack you up. Off you go.

You've reported me out of the station?

No. Now on, we won't be leaving
Montmartre.

Smile, smile.

Not so fast.

Ah, stop, stop there. That's enough.
Now, up onto this stage.

Smile.

Think of the money.

All right, look at her.

Now, down to the wave.

Good. Now, turn around.

Watch me.

All right, dear.

Get off and get dressed.

How do you think she's going to do?

She'll have to.

What do you think?

She's not as good as Arlette.

Of the same class.

Better figure.

She might just as well be drinking a cup
of coffee.

I don't know.

I think I'll have a word with her.

Just look at that. I tell you, it's all
the same with these girls.

They don't take care of anything they
haven't paid for themselves.

How many have you known, Fred?

Fred? Oh, years.

30, 40, 50?

Good. Oh, heavens, no. He'd have been a
child then.

Yeah. Not that he isn't still a child,
of course. Men always are, really.

Don't you think?

You very good of you. Oh who was glad to
entertain the police never in any

trouble here

We're

right

behind up wet Philippe went into a house
in Rue des Marteaux, but he didn't stay

long He's obviously looking for someone.

He's moving along the street now towards
you.

Right. Thank you, Luca.

Is this your headquarters?

Yes, at the moment.

I'm honoured.

I see they've let that young fellow go.

Yes, did you know him?

Yes, I know most people in the quarter.

Did you know that he drugs?

Yes.

Anything to do with the case?

Perhaps. Why do they do it, huh?

So many good things in the world.

You should feel sorry for those people.

I'm sorry for the people they were.

Well, there was never any of that going
on here, and I don't see how Arlette

became involved.

She didn't.

Arlette became involved with one of
those men who catch a girl when she's

Seemed to hold her under a kind of
spell. She wanted to escape, but she

couldn't.

He did what he wished. She did what he
wished.

With Oscar?

Oscar, bon voisin, fond beau boule.

She was 16 when he met her, four years
ago.

A savage man with women.

Some like it.

Some?

I'm hungry.

Come on, don't let it get cold.

Inspector's been telling us all about
this Oscar... That was the name?

Of course, he had other interests
besides our lips.

Now, this can't get you, may I?

Yes, once he'd been a chauffeur down in
Nice.

She hated her husband because he loved
her and was old.

Fell over the cliff to his death.

Accident?

Perhaps.

But what if this chauffeur knew that it
was not an accident?

That knowledge would be worth money to
him.

More than money to this chauffeur.

Power over a woman.

I think he hates women. He wants to
degrade their bodies and their minds.

Perhaps even trafficking drugs to that
end.

Yes, but if he had this countess just
like that, I don't know why he wanted to

kill her. The countess was out of his
control.

Beyond caring, a danger to him.

Thought he might as well have the rest
of her jewellery before she spent it.

he said so.

Ah, do I let?

She pretended that she'd overheard him
telling someone else.

She said she heard it here.

Was that a lie too?

We're at the bottom of Rue Nordin.

I can see the Bicrat sign.

He can't make up his mind.

He's thrown away his cigarette.

He's moving up the hill now towards
Bicrat.

What is this? I don't understand. Why
should this Oscar feel that way about

women? I don't know. Perhaps his mother
could tell us.

His mother?

Yeah, he had one.

So have we all.

Do you think this fellow you've been
questioning will lead you to him? I'm

he will.

Customer? No, much too early.

Where is he? On the right part, up
towards Boulevard Rochechouart.

Gone past?

And La Pointe? Right behind him. Where's
he going?

Home. He lives at 26.

He looks for Oscar.

He doesn't find him. He goes home.

Perhaps Oscar will come to him.

As he did to the Countess.

Will you wait for him as he did for
Arlette?

Luca! We've got to get there first.

My apologies, madam, for everything.

Here, you better finish this.

You've got to keep your strength up, you
know.

Well, top floor.

Maybe, Oscar.

Do you hear anything? No.

Sound. W. The sound.

Was it him?

Yes, that was our man.

Thank you, LaPonte.

Forgive my colleague's clothes.

He's been working.

It is done.

In that case, a bottle.

Number four.

I still prefer a cognac.

Ah, monsieur.

Not the ordinary stuff.

It is a special cuvée.

Advertisement, sir.

You know.

Ah, yes.

The look of it.

I just got it.

Now I'll bear.

You've lost your first love.

Kill your first man.

There'll be others.