All language subtitles for s01e06_-_liberty_bar1

Gina, I'm so worried.

What about the car?

You know, you haven't driven very much.
Do you think you can manage? I don't

know. But what else can we do?

We'll have to rest it.

Now, Mama, are we ready? I don't know,
dear. I really don't know.

Let's go, Mama. For heaven's sake, let's
go.

Gina, Gina, look, I know.

Come on, come on, we have to walk.

Oh, dear. Come on.

Hurry, mother, hurry.

Come on, the heavens is aching. Hurry.

Ah, there you are. Did you see what you
wanted?

Yes. What do you make of it?

Very peculiar.

It's a pity it had to happen here.

You can see the other villas.

Wealth, taste, luxury.

Is that him?

Yes.

What was he, this William Brown?

Australian. He kept some good accursed.

I mean, what did he do for a living?

Nothing. He must have had private means.

Anything in the Secret Service business?

We've seen the local papers.

He worked for the Derdian Bureau during
the war.

Well, do you think there's anything in
it? We'll find out.

It did have to happen at the beginning
of the season.

That was why we wanted it hushed up. Not
hushed up. Cleared up. My instructions

are that the case requires tactful
handling.

So I've come 600 miles to be tactful.

I wonder why.

You'll find things easy here.

Sunshine, flowers, beautiful women.

On the Riviera, we live and let live.

William Brown was murdered?

Yes. Curato, chartreuse.

He was stabbed right in the middle of
the back and bled to death.

But perhaps you'd prefer scotch.

Scotch. How long did he last?

Dirty.

Well, the women swear that he drove home
here and then walked to the door before

he died.

With a knife in his back?

Without a knife in his back.

Water, soda?

Need.

These two women, he lived with them for
ten years.

They kept him in the house for three
days dead.

In this weather.

Then they buried him in the garden and
ran off.

You sent for them?

They're on their way.

They can't explain why they kept him
lying stiff on the divan there for all

time.

The only explanation that I can see is
that they were too refrained to notice a

corpse in the drawing room.

Oh, damnation, there they come.

Another Scotch.

Well, you're needed for this couple.

The daughter reeks of silk. It knocks
you sideways.

All right, thank you. You can wait.

Will no one introduce her? Chief
Inspector Maygray is from Paris.

Such manners.

Inspector, this is my daughter Gina,
poor dear William's wife. You've come

the way from Paris to save us from these
dreadful police. They actually arrested

us, as if we would ever have hurt poor
dear William. Inspector Maygray will

understand. Poor William came back to
die in my arms. Putting us in a very

awkward position.

Yes. Will you sit down, please? Yes.

I'll leave you to it.

Perhaps you care to wait outside in the
balcony.

Gladly.

Well, now.

What sort of a man was he to live with?

William was an ideal husband.

Yes, we all sat together in the
evenings.

William sat there?

Yes.

What did you do?

Well, I did my embroidery.

I'm very fond of reading.

What did William do?

Nothing.

He just liked being with us.

You mean to say you just sat here like
this every evening for ten years?

Sometimes we listened to the radio.

William liked to spend all his time at
home. The odd thing is, you're rather

like William, don't you think so? I
noticed it myself as soon as I saw him.

Do you mind?

Not at all. Poor dear William sometimes
used to smoke pipe.

Yes, well, let's talk about last
Saturday, shall we?

What time did he come home?

He drove home about five and staggered
up the path and... Gina.

As if he was drunk.

Then what happened?

I called out from the window that he
could come in when he'd sobered up.

Splendid. You've convinced me of your
innocence.

Oh, thank you. Oh, Inspector, I knew
you'd save us.

Just a moment, madam. Give me a few more
honest answers and perhaps you won't go

back to prison. Anything, Inspector.

Anything rather than that.

Did he often come home drunk?

Only when he went to get the money. On
the first of every month.

Saturday was the fifth.

Well, the fact is, we haven't been quite
frank with you, Inspector.

Our natural desire not to speak ill of
the dead. He always stayed away when he

went to get the money.

For how long?

Two or three days, sometimes more.
Otherwise, he never left us.

Where did he get this money from?

He wouldn't tell us.

He wasn't very conversational about
money.

Did you ever try to find out?

Well, I followed him once or twice.

He put his car in a garage in Cannes and
then vanished.

Until he came home here, sodden with
drink. This would be barely enough money

last us a month.

When he fell through the door, dying,
why didn't you get the police?

Well, it was a question of property.

William and I were not precisely
married.

It was most unfortunate, but he already
had a wife. In Australia, she could have

claimed the house and everything in it.
And a lot of the furniture belonged to

me. We knew there was a will. Leaving
everything to me. But we couldn't find

Well, if you wanted the house, why did
you run away?

I admit we were foolish.

We just panicked.

You see, we'd taken it for granted that
William had been stabbed in some drunken

brawl. And then we had a terrible
thought.

Supposing he was still mixed up with
spies. They might think he was still

and we were guarding him.

Two defenseless women.

So you buried him in the garden.

Well, what else could we do?

Did you look in his pockets?

Yes, we found very little.

The money, about 500 francs. What else?

Only rubbish.

Will you get them for me, please?

Will you help her, madame?

Everything we took away was our own
property, inspector.

I understand perfectly.

You know, he wasn't my idea of a
complete gentleman.

Sometimes he wore his pyjamas for days.

He even drove me to the village in them.

Oh, you're most embarrassing.

I think he only did it to annoy us.

Was he?

Finish? No.

He sounds quite a character, this
William Brown. That woman's scent.

What the devil could he put up with
those two for ten years?

Ten years of endless evenings.

Mother with her needlework, daughter
with her pulp magazines, nothing but the

radio to relieve the monotony.

The tame lapdog.

Well, apparently he looked a little like
me.

Sure, it seems he had his day now and
then.

This is all we've got.

Thank you. Will you put them down?

Did William ever take you to a cafe with
slot machines?

Oh, we would never enter any such place.

Thank you, ladies. Will you wait in the
other room?

Are you letting them go?

Yeah. What have you got there?

They found them in his pocket.

But slot machines were made illegal
months ago. You won't find one on the

Rivera.

Well, I can but try.

Tell the ladies they can stay here.

I'll be in touch.

I'm Yaya.

Fat Yaya, you'll call me.

Where are you from?

Paris. Criminal justice.

It's about William.

Come on in.

I knew one of you lot would get here in
the end. I told you, Jan, they're taking

William seriously.

This is Jan. He's a good boy.

You don't mind if we go on eating?

Eat up, Jan.

Doesn't understand a word he's
squeezing.

Oh, and this is Sylvie, William's
goddaughter, but not in a religious way.

I'll make some more salad.

He eats a lot, this Jan.

Do you live here?

Sometimes she does and sometimes she
doesn't. What does she do?

Well, now, Inspector, she's a good girl.

Have you had your dinner?

Yes. If you haven't, just speak up.

We don't stand on ceremony here.

At least you'll have a glass of wine.

Fetch a glass for the inspector, Sylvie.

William took to her.

She used to tell him all her troubles.

It's been a great blow.

Was there ever anything between William
and her?

Never. It's not true.

What's it got to do with you anyhow?
Now, now, Sylvie, the inspector meant no

harm. Sit down and get on with your
dinner.

Where? I go.

Come back later, Jan. We'll have a good
dinner.

He's very quiet.

He's from a yacht.

He brought us the meat.

Well, here's good health. This is some
of William's whiskey. Would you like a

drop? I'm going to get dressed.

That's a good girl.

She's too thin.

William used to worry about her.

Did she first come here with William?

Oh, no. She's only been here two years.

She came down from Paris for the season.

She was sitting in the corner crying.
Poor kid. She didn't have enough money

a bed. So I took her in.

Does she bring her customers here? Oh,
no, never. There are plenty of hotels in

San.

Mm -hmm.

She just stayed on because she's a
friend, that's all.

How long have you known William?

Since his rich days.

And the way he used to throw his money
around.

How'd he lose his money?

I never asked. I'm not the worrying
sort.

Was he here last week?

For two or three days.

Mm -hmm.

Well, now, does he spend much money
here?

Money? Oh, he'd do a little shopping,
maybe buy a few drinks or settle the gas

bill. Did he seem sad?

Sad? You couldn't say that.

We like to take it easy here. We like a
little talk, a little drink, and maybe a

little cry.

Tell me about Saturday.

He left about two o 'clock, just after
lunch.

Two?

He didn't arrive at his own house until
five.

You know, you look just like William
sitting there.

What did you do when he went?

Oh, it was a hot day.

Sleepy. I just sat here. My eyes kept
closing.

I must have slept for hours.

Poor William.

Did he say where he was going?

Never asked. We don't ask questions
here.

Are you off now, dear?

When did you leave on Saturday?

She left ten minutes before William.

Where'd you go?

What a question.

Diamond Harbor?

There, anywhere.

And now, if you don't mind.

Hello, yeah, yeah. Oh, this is Giovanni.

He's a waiter at the casino.

Hello.

Giovanni, don't you think the inspector
looks like William?

You knew William Brown?

Well, a little bit.

Oh, now, Giovanni, we've all had drinks
together.

Not that Giovanni ever gets drunk.

I just dropped in to pass on the tip.

So you're back horses?

Now and then.

I'll come back later.

He'll lose.

He always does.

It's very hard on Sylvie, poor kid.

But he's a good boy.

And a girl has to have a friend. We all
need friends.

William and I have seen a lot together.

I'm going to miss you.

Poor William.

Will you have another drink?

Sorry, Yaya. I've got to go.

Well, drop in again any time.

That's enough, Yaya. Why do you know
about it?

William and I were the same kind.

Anything known?

She's never caused any trouble. She uses
the half -hour hotels.

Can you get me a lift, Aldo?

Certainly, sir.

What do you know about Liberty Bar?

Oh, funny place, that.

Kept us guessing for quite a while.

At one time we thought Yaya might be
trading in drugs, but there was nothing

like that. Quite harmless, sir.

Oh, yes.

Old Mother Yaya has an irresistible
attraction for a certain type.

Older men who've seen it all.

Yes, that's about it.

And now they just want to sit and drink
and reminisce.

What do you know about Sylvie's
boyfriend, Giovanni?

Oh, we know all about him.

We keep an eye on him because he's
always at the races.

But we've got nothing on him. No
records.

Ah, my dear Meg, there you are.

I thought you got lost in our beautiful
time.

I've got news for you. But first, do you
want to see the corpse?

No. Here, sir.

Get down to the Antibes police mortuary.
Tell them they can screw down the

coffin. Very good, sir.

His son has turned up.

William Brown has a son. Three sons and
a wife in Australia.

They grow wool. They have a sheep
station about the size of a farm.

We're all probably wearing some of
Brown's sheep.

Well, what about this son who's turned
up? He's Harry Brown.

He's the one at this end. He's from
Antibes, from Hamburg, from Liverpool.

He collects wool from ships.

What does he say about his father?

He rings every hour to say how quick and
how much.

He wants a fast funeral.

It has to be at the mortuary at seven o
'clock. Seven o 'clock tomorrow morning.

That's so that nobody can come.

It's going to be unlucky.

Are you going to tell the Martine women?

You can tell the Martine.

I want to see them there.

William had friends in Cannes.

He was one of the family.

They must all come and pay their last
respects.

But the Martine women were obviously not
in his class.

No, they're much too refined for
William.

Where's Harry Brown now?

He's taking us to his room, Mr. John Le
Fan.

At a hotel?

The Provence House.

Ah.

Can you get this across to the Liberty
Bar right away?

It's for Fat Guy R.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Well, how do I get to John Le Fan? By
car, of course.

Oh, by the way, there was a character
called Yarn when I got to Liberty Bar.

Find out what he was doing on Saturday
afternoon. Right.

Oh, excuse me, sir. Do you want the
list? It's nearly finished. Oh, I'll

up tomorrow.

If I have time. If I still need it.

We'll see the inspector now, Mr. Brown.
All right. All right, Harry. Very good,

sir.

Hold the line a moment, please.

Brown will see the inspector right away.

Hello? Yes.

Yes, put them through.

Excuse me, sir.

Talk of him coming on the line again.

Yes, that's block 30. We still have no
information. Tell them I'll call within

24 hours. Very good, sir.

Dockstrak Genoa continues to Thursday.

Pending shipments will need re -routing.

Investigate availability shipping
directed late.

Who do you come in, sir?

Excuse me, sir.

He's in.

He is in, sir.

Oh, yes.

All right, I can give him five minutes.
Very good, sir. Urgent. Mr. Brown's

waiting for five minutes.

Forecast there to stand at block 30.

Last to Sweden needs immediate
confirmation.

Mr. Brown?

Yes. Go down, will you? Excuse me.

Negotiation, Stockham. Stand still until
this information is to hand.

Get the lot of work, will you, Mr.
Brown? Yes.

Excuse me if I seem busy.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Well, this is an annoying affair.

Oh, positively.

It's always annoying to find a knife
between your shoulder blades.

Pat that out in the next room, Harris,
will you?

No calls through here for the moment.
Very good, sir.

I'd better tell you the facts.

Because if you don't understand the
situation, you may put your foot in it.

Must be avoided at all costs.

Yes.

May I have your drink?

Thank you.

My father's called to a lot of trouble.

Now that he's dead, we don't want it all
stirred up again.

But if you think we kicked him out and
left him to rot over here because of

family quarrel, you're wrong.

Water, please.

What? Oh.

It wasn't like that at all.

How was it?

He left us.

Came to Paris years ago on a business
trip.

Up to then he'd been a perfectly normal,
hard -working wool merchant.

France ruined him.

Really? He never came back.

Left my mother alone at one of the
largest cheap stations in Australia.

Well, the business seems to have
survived.

Only because she and my uncle managed to
take affairs out of his hands.

There's anything we can do to stop him
spending.

The amount of money he'd simply thrown
away was fantastic.

I believe he bought a yacht.

Yes. Must have flooded it on champagne.

Gambled away thousands at the casinos.

Then there were girls from nightclubs.

Seemed to have lost all... all sense of
dignity.

I needn't go into details.

So you cut off his source of supply and
made him an allowance?

Yes. How much?

It was paid into a bank in Cannes.

£100 a month.

Only 1 ,500 new francs. If we'd given
him any more, he'd have gone on throwing

it away.

Suppose he got fed up and decided to go
back to Australia.

From time to time he'd write and
threaten to come back.

Just to annoy us.

That's the sort of man he was. Yeah.

He never meant it. He was completely
soaked in the French way of life.

At the lowest level, of course.

He'd gone native.

Exactly. And the worst of it is, I'm
pretty sure that he enjoyed it.

Extraordinary.

Well, Inspector, I did say five minutes.

I'm sure you'll appreciate that I have a
great deal to do.

One more question, Mr. Brown.

Where were you on Saturday between two
and five o 'clock?

Saturday? I was in Marseille.

You didn't see your father on that day?
I haven't seen him for years.

Thank you, Mr. Brown.

We shall meet again.

At the funeral.

Time for a funeral? Yes, but look what
we've got.

Morning, everyone.

You haven't seen these people before?
No, who are they?

Mourner. But we don't want them at our
funeral.

Is it time for Sylvie to get some
flowers from the market?

Yes, she's got time.

Why didn't we think of flowers? We have
some lovely flowers in the garden.

These women he lived with.

Poor William.

I have

to

make a start somewhere.

I'll take William's photograph along as
well.

But she's not his type.

She's too undernourished.

Just the same. He's looking into her.

This is Brian.

Good morning.

Like what, sir? Everything ready?

Yes, yes. Have you met the lady?

Madame Martine.

And Zosina.

So you're William's son.

And this is Fat Yaya.

Oh, I knew your father well.

Oh, good. You got the flower.

Another of your father's friends.

What's this?

One of them kids.

Double or single? Police.

Who had that man staying here?

Might have, might not.

Don't look at their faces.

See the register.

Hotel Incognito, that's what we are.

How about this girl?

Oh, dear, yes.

She's upstairs.

Room 7, Monsieur and Madame Laroche.

Albert!

Yeah? Number 7, have they ordered
drinks?

No, nothing at all.

Well, there won't be long then.

If you'd like a drink while you're
waiting, there's a little cafe down...

police officer.

Well, even police are human.

I thought he was that chap who was here
the other day.

You remember?

The crazy fellow who brought in all the
flowers.

Just a minute.

Is this the man who looked like me? The
man with the flowers?

I couldn't say.

What does that mean?

I'm not sure.

Was the man with the flowers here with
Sylvie? I couldn't say. You'd better ask

her. Well, when was he here? Come on,
was it Saturday?

I don't remember.

What about you?

Do you remember?

Where's the nearest flower shop?

One on the corner.

Mansell?

Give it to me. What's wrong?

I've got to go.

I think you'd better sit down.

Who's your boyfriend?

Giovanni?

I saw him hanging around just before the
funeral, but I missed him afterwards.

Did he come here to meet you?

Call police headquarters, Inspector
Boutique.

Do you want to use handcuffs?

Hello. Police?

Police.

I had to pay for the call. I ought to
give a couch save as anyone else.

Police headquarters?

Hotel Beauséjour, yes?

Yes, I am calling you.

Inspector Boutique.

Just a minute.

Boutique, make way.

Brown is leaving today. He must be
stopped.

I don't care. Tell him anything you
like, but he's not to leave.

75 -something.

Open your bag, shall we?

No.

A lot of money.

An awful lot of money.

It wasn't a nice funeral, Jan. Not?

I tried to cry, but the tears would not
come.

I'm not billed for funerals anymore.

Oh, you savvy, Jan?

Feet. Ankles. Pour me another drink.
There's a good boy.

You again? Clear out.

I said clear out. Sorry, Anne. Come back
later.

Sit down.

20 ,000 francs. Oh, no, my poor Dilby.
She got it from Harry Brown.

Well, what have you got to say?

Nothing. I'm waiting. You can wait all
day, you dirty brute. What have you got

to say? Oh, now, why don't we all have a
drink and make friends again?

What do you know about this?

Oh, just nice crisp notes.

She wouldn't earn that in a year. Today
she got it in 20 minutes. Explain it.

Maybe he took a fancy to her at the
funeral.

So you're not going yet?

No.

How long will you be staying?

Until one or other of you talks.

Or maybe until someone else comes in for
the share out.

You'll feel better when you've had a
drink.

I'll have a clean glass.

Hello, yes.

Don't tell him anything, Giovanni.

I've nothing to tell. I'm sorry, sir.
You could thank her for the money.

Money? Yes, she got it for him.

What's the matter? Sit down.

Where have you come from?

I've been to get my identity card
renewed.

You're an Italian, huh?

Pone Milano.

When did you first meet Harry Brown?

Who is he?

William, son. Be quiet.

Now listen, Ambrosini.

I suppose you'll admit to being Sylvie's
lover.

Depends what you mean. Come on, come on.

You're what's politely known as her
protector.

What hold have you got on Harry Brown?

I suppose she did it for the money.
She's pretty enough, huh? Now, why don't

all have a little drink... Try again.

...off this argument?

I give

you exactly 30 seconds to tell me how
you got the money.

I want some beer.

There's no beer in this bar.

Anything you've got to say to me, say it
direct to me.

Well?

Fine.

I'm arresting you and you. Not Yaya. She
knows nothing. I swear she does. You're

not taking Sylvie.

Not my little Sylvie. Goodbye, Yaya.

But Mr. Brown's been trying to contact
Inspector Boutique for some hours now.

Surely you have some idea when he'll be
back.

Give her the right to type those out.
Give her the general layout and then get

back to us. Mrs. Brown.

Now, look here.

I have extremely urgent business in
Berlin. It's essential that I catch the

evening plane. These papers about my
father's house, can't they be sent on to

me?

Why on earth should I wait here until
they are prepared? Come in.

This is nonsense.

Will you kindly tell Inspector Boutique,
is it, that I shall be leaving tonight?

What do you want?

Stopped at the airport?

Now, madam, on what grounds?

This is preposterous.

Will you tell Inspector Boutique to call
me the moment he returns?

Now, madame.

What can I do for you?

I have come, but I don't know... You've
come to tell me about my father. No, no,

not William. I have a message. A message
from Giovanni.

He's a good boy.

Giovanni? Still his boyfriend.

Oh, he spends a little money on the
races, but if the money doesn't go one

it goes the other. I have a message.

Giovanni says, but then he only had a
moment.

He said if I told you, you'd get him
out.

Out? Of where?

They put him in prison.

Really?

He said if I told you, you'd help him.
You know why.

I'm afraid there's nothing I can do.

But he put Sylvia in prison, too. He
allowed me to send you home by taxi. He

said he didn't want to tell the police
about you -know -what.

Come here to blackmail me.

What? Didn't you get enough money out of
my father?

You!

You!

Why

did she

come?

To get her friends out of prison.

She took a girl to the most usual.

I suppose we call that an indiscretion.

You gave her 20 ,000 francs.

Now you refuse to help her.

Yes. Why?

This is what I bought for 20 ,000
francs.

My father's will.

Oh.

You had it.

Soon after the funeral, a man came to
see me. I gather his name is Giovanni.

He showed me a copy and said I could buy
the original if I went to a certain

hotel in Cannes. How did Giovanni get
it?

He stole it when my father was drunk.

When your father was murdered, you wore
it back again. It was my duty to do so.

I thought your father had nothing to
leave.

The will only had nuisance value.

Morally, the property belongs to my
mother.

In fact, truly, it belongs to my mother.

And legally?

Legally, there's a faint shadow of a
doubt.

He was still fighting for what he
claimed were his rights.

He knew he couldn't win, so he took
advantage of the situation to annoy us.

He hired shady lawyers to keep the
dispute open. Set the bills to us, of

His death must have been a relief to
you.

Yes.

If it had the decency to die without
making a will.

We've stood a lot. And now, do you see
who has left his nonexistent fortune,

too?

Martín,

Gina, Yaya, Sylvie. These appalling
women.

All four of them turning up in
Australia.

Sylvie, Yaya, Gina. We've had absurd
claims on our property. We should be

laughed out of the country.

Your father meant it as a joke. Exactly.

An unpleasant, embarrassing joke. It's a
typical option.

Tell me, is it legal in Australia to
destroy a will?

It's not my habit in any country to
break the law.

I haven't destroyed the will, it's in
your hands. You may do as you think fit,

but I assure you that in the end... The
Brown family will win. Yes.

Are you prepared to swear on oath that
you've never seen this will until after

your father's death?

Yes.

I've never met any of these dreadful
people before.

I hope I never do again.

Right.

Oh,

God.

Is your father fond of flowers?

Sorry. Stupid question.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Right. I'm just going.

Cancel my flight.

I thought we were finished here.

Now, I'm not so sure.

But are you sure that William Brown
bought the flowers at that shop? Pretty

sure, but anyway, I want those women
there.

Right. Here, get down to the bar.

Take Yaya to Inspector Magritte at the
flower shop on the corner.

I'll collect the Martine women and see
you there.

Very good.

Thank you, madame. Thank you very much.

Oh, good evening, monsieur. You want
some flowers?

Some help, madame.

Has this man ever bought flowers here?

I remember.

He was so nice.

When did he buy them?

I think it was last Saturday.

Last Saturday afternoon.

He bought a lot of flowers. And one like
this.

For his buttonhole.

It looked so strange.

Some clothes do not suit a buttonhole.

And some do.

Thank you. You like it? You shall have
it.

Was anyone with him?

No.

Did you see anyone waiting for him? No.
I imagine she was waiting in the hotel.

The person's yours?

Yes. You see, it was so nice. I went to
the door to watch him go. You can see

the hotel from here.

He crossed the road and I saw him go in.

Was anyone else watching him?

Oh, yes. There were quite a few people
about. Women?

Yes.

Now, can you describe any of them?

Well, I do not seem to notice women so
much. What about this girl?

No. I do not remember seeing her in the
street at the time we're talking about.

Now, I've asked for some other women to
be brought here.

I'd like you to tell me if you can
recognize any of them. Well, it is very

but I will keep open for you.

You're very patient, madame.

Here.

When I did this for him...

He looked as if he wanted to kiss me.

That is happiness.

You know you look a little like him.

Ah,

do you know this man?

Giovanni Ambrosini?

He's not the type I remember if I notice
him about.

I'm sorry.

There he is. Take a good look.

Good evening, ladies.

Oh, Spectre, what a charming one.
Spectre Magret.

Forgive me for bringing you all this way
to ask you one question.

When William came home on Saturday, was
he wearing a buttonhole?

William never wore a buttonhole in his
life. He wasn't the type.

Thank you.

Do you care to choose ourselves some
flowers?

Inspector, you're too kind.

It is very difficult. I do not know.

Take a closer look.

Did you get anything out of Giovanni?
Not yet.

She doesn't know, yeah.

You'd better get back to headquarters
and work on him. And Sylvie?

You're still with me.

You get rid of Martine, and I'll join
you at headquarters.

Where's Yaya? She's not there.

Drinking away across the can.

Come on.

Inspector, I do hope we haven't been too
extravagant.

How much, madam?

I will soon tell you.

Nothing to add?

No.

Have this typed up, get him to sign it
and take him away.

Come on.

Ah.

Any luck?

Yes. He admits meeting Harry Brown and
stealing the will when William was

Hmm. I only know about it.

They were at Yaya celebrating William's
birthday a month ago.

William started talking about the will
and he pulled it out and waved it

Hmm.

When did Giovanni steal it? Last Friday.

He says he wanted a copy just for
information, then to just slip it back.

William was killed the next day, very
conveniently.

Did Yaya know he'd stolen it? No,
neither did Sylvia, according to him.

Can't make Sylvia out. Did you get
anything out of it?

Well, does she admit meeting William at
the hotel, all that flower business?

She admits nothing. She just sits there
like a stone.

You know, my guess is that Harry Brown,
hearing of the will, suggested killing

William. He obviously hated his father.

And then Sylvie acted as a decoy to get
him to the spot.

And then Giovanni did the deed, and
Harry was told to take the money to the

hotel. I can't see Harry Brown facing
blackmail for the rest of his life. Then

Sylvie and Giovanni must have had stuff
between them.

Killed William, got hold of the will,
and then approached Harry Brown.

Well, it looks like it, but William was
one of the family.

Suppose Giovanni was jealous.

So he went off with William.

Giovanni follows.

He kills him in a fit of jealous rage
and then threatens to involve Sylvie

unless she keeps her mouth shut.

I don't think Giovanni was passionately
in love with Sylvie. She was more in

love with him.

What's the answer?

Yaya is the only one who can make Sylvie
talk.

Shall we fit the ogres?

No.

I'll go over there and see if she's got
back.

Tell them to release Sylvie and bring
her back home.

Give me time to get there first. Right.

Yaya, feet bad, walking bad.

Yes, Yaya's walked a lot today. What
about last Saturday? Where were you last

Saturday between two and five?

Here.

Alone. Everybody go.

Alone?

Yaya wasn't here on Saturday?

I don't know what I'm doing. I must have
a glass. Two glasses.

You'd better lie down for a minute.

Is it where William slept?

On the divan.

There was nowhere else.

And Sylvie? If she was here, she came in
with me.

Yeah, yeah.

Are you sure that William wasn't in love
with Sylvie?

Oh, he was fond of Sylvie.

He was fond of me. I don't want to talk
about it.

About what? I must have a drink. I
really must. Not yet.

Oh, my poor Sylvie.

What is the name of that prison they've
taken her to?

They say you can't talk.

You can't even cry.

But you're not going there, are you?
It's Sylvie.

Sylvie? No, not Sylvie.

William and I kept the bottle.

I...

What

else did you keep in there?

Nothing.

There, Williams.

I kept them.

You loved William, didn't you?

We got on. We were the same kind.

Didn't you?

He loved me.

Where did you get this?

Get a doctor, right away.

Where did you get that?

I thought it was... Oh, yeah, yeah.

No! No!

It's all your fault.

You stole him from me. Oh, tell me how
good... It's not true. It's not what you

think.

I never suspected anything.

Make it up to my face and then behind my
back. It only happened once because he

kept on asking me. I saw the look you
gave me.

So you followed him?

I didn't want them. I didn't want him.

Giovanni was good enough for her, but
she had to have William, too.

Not true. I must make her understand.

When I did give in, I didn't want
Giovanni to know. I was afraid he'd take

advantage of it.

I bought a knife.

I knew he was going home. Where did you
wait for him?

Outside the town.

He opened the car door.

And I said, there's flowers for you.

And he said, sorry, Yaya.

And he took the knife out, handed it to
me, and said, throw it away.

Then he got me the only flower he had
left from his buttonhole.

Got in the car, drove away.

She'll have to go to hospital.

Oh, no, she won't. I'll live to die in
prison.

Get her some water.

Poor old thing.

Is she?

Did she forgive me?

With her last breath.

She didn't.

Didn't.

Jaya?

Are you lunching here or on the train?

On the train.

Harry Brown's offering to buy the ladies
out of the lawsuit.

50 ,000 francs. Fair, even handsome.

To each of the four.

He doesn't know yet, there's only three.

What shall we tell him?

You can tell him a fat old woman killed
his father for love.

Won't worry him.

He thinks love and jealousy are
exclusively French.