All language subtitles for Maigret - Murder on Monday 1960

8:00 on the dot. You can set the time by

him. And 6:00 when he comes back. And in

between? I always knew what Monsieur

Touray is doing every moment of the day.

It's a comfort.

It's a marriage.

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>> Louis Touray, 37 Rue des Peupliers,

Juvisy. It's a Monday. Well,

we hardly ever have a murder on a

Monday. I don't like it.

This won't tell us much.

Whoever used it knew enough to wipe the

handle. They all do nowadays. They read

detective stories.

>> Mhm, so do I.

It don't help much. All right, let's go

and see what he's left behind.

Well, Dr. Godet, have you finished your

autopsy? Not yet, but soon. Simple,

simple. Mhm. Well, I'll be bringing a

relative to identify the body. Good,

good. He'll be all ready for you. Good,

good.

Yep.

Come along. Hurry, we've got work to do.

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>> But what was my husband doing in the

Boulevard? We know nothing, madam,

except that he was found stabbed in an

alleyway just off the Boulevard.

Alleyway?

What time was it? Soon after half past

four.

Impossible. He's always in his office.

Not on this occasion.

Where did he work, madam? With Cappelen

and Zanin. He was the chief accountant,

a director.

Uh, what did they do?

Well, I really couldn't say. It was his

work, his business. They're somewhere in

the Rue de Bondy, but I don't know

where. Well, we shall find it.

Now, I'm afraid, madam, I must ask you

to come down to the morgue to make a

formal identification.

>> But how can I go?

My daughter, Monique, she'll be on her

way back from the office by now. Uh,

can't you leave a message? Well, I

I could, with my sister. I can leave her

the key, and she can come here and tell

Monique.

Her husband works on the railways, you

know. Mhm. A superintendent. Monique's

husband?

>> Oh, no, my sister's. Monique isn't

married. Mhm. I suppose you'll want to

see her, too. In my office as soon as

possible. Now, madam, if you don't mind.

I shall be 10 minutes. 10 minutes?

My husband is dead. You don't expect me

to be seen in the street without a veil.

Mhm, I wouldn't say she was all that

sorry.

You've got something there.

Now, Lucas,

I think I'll go down and see the place

where her husband worked. Mhm.

You take Madame Touray,

to the morgue in the car, and I'm I'll

meet you back in the office.

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>> Oh, Louis.

Yes.

That's him.

If you're satisfied, madam. Satisfied?

Why should I be satisfied?

Would you come this way, please?

Where are his clothes? They're here,

madam.

They'll be returned to you as soon as

the police have finished their

inquiries. But these are not his.

Louis didn't dress like this. He liked

quiet things, dark colors. Well,

do you recognize these, the contents of

his pockets?

Well, that certainly looks like his

watch.

And that's his season ticket.

That's the key to our front door, I'm

sure of that.

But

what are these?

Two cinema tickets. Cinema? Mhm.

Louis would never go to a cinema, not

without me. He hasn't been with you? Not

for months.

I see.

Tell me, did your husband lead a regular

life? You could set a clock by him. Ask

anyone.

Every morning he took the bus to the

station and caught the 8:17 train.

He always sat next to one of our

neighbors,

Monsieur Baudoin of the tax department.

Baudoin.

And he came back every night.

All right, madam, I don't think we need

keep you any more.

The car will take you home. Show madam

out, will you, please? Ask the driver to

come back for me.

I suppose you want the pathologist's

report right away. If not sooner.

Don't you, uh,

like a drink, sergeant? If you're going

to have one, yes.

I'll type right to the report

and let you have it.

There's nothing unusual. No, no, just a

knife wound in the back. That's not

unusual.

Not here.

Good health and good luck.

Yes?

I was told I'd find my mother here. Ah,

Mademoiselle Monique Touray. Yes.

My aunt told me about my father, and I

came straight here. I'm afraid your

mother has just gone home.

How was she? Well, composed.

And my father's been murdered.

Yes.

With the knife?

I'm sorry you had to see that.

Yes.

Would you like to see him?

No, I don't

don't think so.

Mademoiselle.

Please sit down.

I shall have to see him when you bring

him home later, so there's no point.

Tell me, were you fond of your father?

Well, naturally. Did you ever meet him

during the daytime?

Once or twice.

Did he take you to the cinema?

Me?

No.

To a restaurant sometimes for lunch.

Today?

No, not today. Recently?

In the last few weeks.

Mhm.

What sort of clothes was he wearing?

Clothes?

I don't remember, just

clothes.

Who do you work for, Mademoiselle?

Bachelier brothers, in the Rue

Lafayette. Bachelier, Bachelier. What

what are they? Debt collectors.

They buy up bad debts and enforce

payment.

>> Are you with their secretary?

No, I collect the debts. Oh.

Must be quite a pleasure to pay you,

Mademoiselle.

It's never a pleasure to pay anyone,

Monsieur.

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>> Coming.

Can I help you?

>> Yes, madam. Police.

Oh, come in. Thank you.

Come in, madam.

Just one or two questions I'd like to

ask you.

Uh is this all that's left of Kaplan and

Zaring? Uh yes, monsieur. Oh.

When did they close down? Three years

ago.

Three years ago? Yes, the whole lot's

coming down.

Oh. What did they make? Big heads. Mhm.

You know, for carnivals and masks and

cardboard trumpets and souvenirs of

Saint Malo, all those sort of things.

Why, that place used to be packed to the

ceiling and they'd have 20 or 30 women

working there. Mhm. Sorry when it closed

down. Made a bit of life.

Did you know one of their directors

called Monsieur Louis Touret?

Monsieur Louis? Oh, I know him well, but

he wasn't a director.

Wasn't a director? No. He was their

storekeeper. He was the only one who

knew where everything was. Have you seen

him lately?

Yes, about six weeks ago, sitting on a

bench in the boulevard.

How did you see him? Oh, very well.

Is there something wrong?

He's been murdered.

Oh, no.

No. Not Monsieur Louis.

But who but I mean

He had no enemies. He never harmed

anyone.

I'll ask you to drink.

Oh.

It isn't true.

It isn't true.

After all his troubles too, he was doing

so well.

What were his troubles, madam? Well,

losing the job.

He'd worked there for 30 years since he

was a boy of 14.

Then suddenly they were given three

months wages and told to go. So he was

without a job for some time. Yes, a long

time, I think.

As a matter of fact, I had lent him some

money to keep going. Did he repay you?

Oh, yes.

Gave me that clock for a present. When

did he give you the clock?

Two years ago.

So he hadn't found another job by then.

Yes.

He seemed to be doing very well because

last time I saw him he was wearing a

smart new suit.

Not at all like the clothes he wore when

he worked here.

I told him he was becoming quite a man

about town.

Did you ever meet his wife? No. His

daughter?

No, but I've seen photographs of her.

He thought the world of her. Mhm.

This is terrible.

So many times he sat where you are

sitting, drinking a little glass of

Calvados.

Gave me that bottle. Mhm. Oh, monsieur

No, no, thank you.

Well, you've been most helpful, madam.

I first met Monsieur Louis on the

Boulevard Saint-Michel about two years

ago. I'd say good evening to him, he

said no, thank you, but nicely, not rude

like some of them are. After that we

always exchanged a word or two when we

met. I'd say how are today at last and

he would laugh. It was a joke. Uh-huh. I

never saw him with a girl, but once in

the afternoon I met him buying waffles

at one of the open-air stalls. Once I

saw him sitting on a bench with another

man. This man had a sad face, but I

can't remember anything else about him.

Ginette Capiet. Right, Ginette Capiet,

would you sign there, please?

Yeah. Well, I've got some good news for

you.

Maybe you'll come home to lunch.

Today?

Yep. Probably be

Blanchette and you.

Wonderful. Hold on a minute.

A witness who knew Louis Touret.

Ah. Hang on a minute.

All right, see you about 12:30 then.

And where?

Well, I didn't really know him. Mhm. I

don't know anything about his murder.

Waffles?

He bought three and took them away.

Mhm.

Another man with a sad face, eh? I don't

remember. I didn't take any special

notice.

What sort of clothes did Monsieur Louis

Touret wear?

Well, flashy? Yes, that's right. Very

smart. Oh, when he bought the waffles,

that is, but not in the evenings on his

way to the metro.

Mhm.

Where is this bench?

It was on the boulevard.

>> There are lots of boulevards. Where?

Just by the Place Pigalle.

>> Place Pigalle, that's nearly Thank you,

mademoiselle.

You got an address, Lucas? Five

addresses. All hotels. Yeah. Well, you

know how it is, Inspector.

>> Yes, I know how it is.

Mhm.

A bench near the place where he was

killed, eh?

Anything else? Yes, a jeweler on the

boulevard identifies him as a man who

came in about three months ago with a

woman and bought a ring. There's a

description of the woman.

Lapointe.

Not his wife, not his daughter.

I wonder if she likes waffles.

Lapointe?

Ah, Lapointe.

Here's a photograph of Louis Touret, the

murdered man. Somewhere off the

Boulevard Saint-Michel he had a room.

Find it.

Uh will there be anybody else in it?

I don't know, but I'll tell you what

there will be. There'll be a complete

city gent's wardrobe. Black shoes, dark

suit, the lot.

A room containing dark shoes. Dark suit.

Yes, Lapointe.

>> [laughter]

>> I should he change his clothes every day

after he left home. That's what we've

got to find out. Uh where's that

statement from the daughter, the one you

took down in the morgue? Ah, here.

She was [clears throat] obviously lying

when she said she didn't notice the

clothes.

Mhm. Course she was.

Women always notice. Keep an eye on her,

Lucas.

See where she goes at lunchtime. Right.

Where will you be? Well, I think I'd

better have lunch on the Boulevard

Saint-Michel. Good.

Uh

what about [clears throat] the

Blanchette Daniel? Mhm.

Oh, uh

telephone my wife, Lucas.

>> Oh, baby.

>> Now you should know what to say by now.

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>> Hey! What do you think you're doing?

You're not going to leave me here. I've

been changing this thing for half an

hour.

I won't. Lunchtime, you see, we all lock

up. It's not worth keeping anyone on.

And after all, one's got to eat. But

he's in there.

Bring him out.

If you hadn't chained me up, I couldn't

have got out.

>> You thief. Oh, shut up.

>> He stole my takings. He's a thief.

>> Quiet.

Inspector Maigret, well, well, well, I

am honored. Do you remember me? I never

forget a face.

Sad Freddy, isn't it?

You broke into a dentist's house at

Meaux. That's right.

>> And got caught. What?

Going to tell me what you're doing in

there?

Well, I hid in there while they shut the

shop for lunch and then I popped out and

robbed the till. Hey, you're not doing

very well, are you? You thief. Oh, shut

up. Take him away.

Mhm.

And my money?

Evidence.

You've been robbed.

Oh, it's a

filthy day.

I got to leave.

Hello, hello.

You quite sure you're comfortable? I'm

waiting for the patron. I've got to

leave, too.

>> You'll have a thick ear if he catches

you in that chair.

Where was that knife made?

Saint-Étienne, Dulac and Company.

Take it round to their Paris office. May

tell them all it tells us. What, now?

Why not? I've got some information for

the patron. You tell me, I tell him.

Teamwork. Oh, that's all very well. I'm

the one who does all ah

Where is he? Stop raining. That's why I

found the room Toray rented. The

daughter has a lover. The house is in

the Rue d'Angouleme. The lover's on the

run. And I found a burglar. All right.

Ah, one at a time, eh?

Luca? [snorts]

>> [clears throat]

>> I followed Manique Toray to a cafe off

the boulevard. She waited there for

someone who never turned up. One of the

waiters told me she lunched there every

day with a young man who worked in a

bookshop around the corner.

I went to the bookshop. Young man's name

is Albert Joris and he hadn't been seen

since Saturday. I assume he waited about

noon when he went back to work.

Lapointe? Well, I'd been round the whole

quarter looking for furnished rooms.

Never stopped raining. And our intrepid

hero's shoes were letting in the water.

All right, where is it?

27 Rue d'Angouleme.

It's a peculiar sort of house.

Show me.

Yvette, turn that thing off.

And put some clothes on.

Please.

Lapointe?

Careful what you touch or let the

fingerprint boys loose up here later.

Right.

Luca?

Is that him?

Yes. I've seen the papers.

When was he last here?

Yesterday morning. What time?

Came in about half past 10:00, went out

at lunchtime.

He was head over that.

It's a female. They don't say.

>> [clears throat]

>> How long had he had this room? Oh, two

years.

What did he do all day?

Came in, went out. I don't know. Patron?

Who's she?

His friend.

Name?

Mademoiselle Antoinette. Your name?

Mariette Gibault.

You don't like the police, do you? I

don't like the rain either, but it

rains.

>> [laughter]

>> I'll get to your rooms, Joseph.

Nothing there.

Coming.

How many lodgers are there here now?

Three now.

All girls? Well, they've got to live

somewhere.

Was Monsieur Louis interested? No. He

used to play belotte with Lucille.

Patron, look. You've got a better water

than I have.

Yeah.

How often did she visit him?

Three or four times a week in the

afternoons.

Any other visitors?

A girl.

Twice.

Oh, dark. About 25 or so.

All right.

I can go? Yes, for the moment.

Ah, it's not a bad place. Reeks of

garlic. Well, she comes from Marseille.

They live on it down there.

Patron.

Something here.

Square patch without dust. About that

size. Cashbox? Could be.

Well, he didn't keep much here.

Any birdseed?

Packet?

All right.

See if you can find some water.

Right.

Did you know that a parrot

It's funny. He left his home each

morning

like a good little breadwinner. And

instead of going to work, he came here.

Changed his clothes, sat around all day.

And what else?

Huh? Yeah.

Yeah.

Funny.

She's a bit like his wife.

There's a girl in the bath.

Well, did you find the water? No.

Luca?

A police officer must be prepared for

all eventualities, patron.

6:00 comes

and he goes back again to his little

suburban home.

A good little breadwinner once more.

This

This came from the Rue de la Paix.

He wanted a damn sight more than bread.

How?

You would better rescue Luca.

>> [laughter]

>> I'll just give this to the bird.

Here. Leave it at that, eh?

Lapointe.

Want to buy me a drink?

Tell him to say Luca will be in that

bar.

A fin. Yes. Mhm.

Three.

Hola, Lapointe.

Damn. I've left my pipe behind. Would

you mind going back to look for it?

>> Yes, patron. Use the key.

Do you know him?

Do you know her?

Interesting place up there. Now, Luca.

Give me a jeton.

Call headquarters. Have the listening

disc at the phone over there.

Then go along to the concierge of

Captain Lozanne and show this. See if

she knows Antoinette.

Three fins.

And may they choke us, huh?

What's the matter? Don't you like

customers?

What customers?

No pipe. Mhm?

Oh, well, well, here it is all the time.

Well, what are they doing? Talking.

On the telephone? To each other.

Good. Now, stay here and watch the

house. If anyone leaves, follow them.

What if they all leave? Well, follow

them all. Don't make difficulties.

I'll go down to the Juv C again. What

about the knife? I was supposed to check

for the makers. Torrence can do that.

Ah.

At this moment, I want to have another

look at Louis' other home.

Ah.

I've lost drinks that way before.

>> [sighs]

>> Where is the patron? Is he taking a

coffee? I think so, yes. Oh, well. Just

round the corner. I better stay here.

I'm supposed to watch the house. But

what could you want? Wine, women? You

can provide this all.

Who won the big fight?

Friendly people, too.

Well, what have you got to say to that?

Have you no heart, inspector?

Pestering me with questions with my poor

father lying there in his coffin. Would

you rather come up to headquarters?

Perhaps you'd rather that your mother

was present.

There's nothing I can tell you. Oh, yes,

there is.

First place,

the young man that you were looking for

at lunchtime yesterday, Albert Joris.

He's a friend?

Yes. Close?

Yes. Where do we find him?

Well, he can't help you.

He'd never murder anybody.

He still help me.

So might you.

Please, inspector, must you smoke?

Have you no respect for the dead?

Was your father alone when you went to

see him in the Rue d'Angouleme?

Well, the woman there I'd identify you,

wouldn't you?

It was my father.

Anything that passed between us was

personal. Mhm.

How did know he was there?

I followed him.

Why?

Well, it's natural to want to know what

your father's doing. Did you find out?

That he had this room, yes. Mhm.

What else?

Tell me there's something else.

That he had someone. Yeah.

So, you watched the house or did Albert?

We're going to be married.

>> I don't care. I want to know what your

father did. Where did he go when he went

out?

>> I can't say. On a bench in the

boulevard.

>> Thank you.

Who did he meet there?

A man. Sat and talked to him twice.

You saw him?

Once. Albert saw him the other time.

What was he like, this man?

Thin

and small.

With a sad face.

He looked as if he'd never smiled in his

life. Sad face.

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>> You, stand up.

How many cells?

Is this the man you saw talking to him?

>> My father? Yes. Bring him to my office.

I can go? No.

I wouldn't have thought you'd be

interested in my business last night.

Last night, murder.

Murder? Me? Don't be silly.

Thomas,

get out the records. See if they have

anything on Marie G. Bois, age 35.

Probably from Marseille.

I got you again, you'll be on the stuff

soon.

Mhm.

All right, take him in there. Keep him

away from the window. Well, can I smoke?

Yeah.

Full of interest, these murder cases,

aren't they?

Her name's Michelle, police sergeant's

widow.

Is she Used to work for Kaplan and

Zanini. Concierge there recognized her

immediately. Well, that's a bit of luck.

You can't bring her in.

Madame Michelle.

Sit down, madam.

>> [snorts]

>> Ah, Madame Michelle, I'm very sorry to

trouble you at a time like this,

but we think that you might be able to

help us.

Now, tell me, do you like waffles?

Yes. Ah, good. That's one problem

solved.

Now, uh, let's see if we can solve

another one.

Who killed Louis Touret?

Don't know, really, I don't. It must

have been some brute who was after his

money.

He was the kindest, mildest man.

Everybody liked him.

Uh, you met him when you were both

working at the Kaplan and Zanini, hm?

Yes, but not not so that I knew him

well.

When the firm closed down, I met him

again.

I'd taken a job at the Châtelet Theatre

as an usher.

I I still work there. I shouldn't like

to be late. Oh, well, you better tell me

everything.

About 2 years ago, he came to a matinee

there.

Arabian Nights.

I showed him to his seat. He asked me to

meet him afterwards. Did he have his

room in the Rue d'Angoulême at this

time? Yes. Why did he have it? He wanted

a place of his own. He had a house at

Juvisy. But he was nothing there.

You see, his brothers-in-law worked on

the railways. They had jobs that carried

state pensions.

>> Yeah.

His wife would never allow Louis to

forget it.

And when the firm closed down, what sort

of job did he have then? I don't know. I

didn't like to ask. Not in 2 years?

If he'd wanted me to know, he'd have

told me.

He had money.

Yes. Did he give you any? No. Jewelry?

This ring Mhm. and this.

We were friends. I wouldn't have taken

any more.

Did you ever talk about divorce? He was

frightened of his wife. And his

[clears throat] daughter? Adored her.

Mhm. He'd have done anything for her.

But lately

Yeah.

Lately, he seemed disappointed, you

know. He didn't say anything. He just

seemed

How often did you visit him?

Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and

Fridays. Had a matinee Wednesday.

Mhm. As often as you could.

You must understand, it wasn't a

passionate relationship. It was as

though that room was a home.

Often, we'd just go for a walk or to a

cinema.

What did you do yesterday?

Yesterday, Monday.

We lunched together at our usual cafe.

Then we went to a new cinema.

I had some shopping to do, so I left him

then.

What time?

About half past 3:00.

When did it happen?

Within the hour.

I loved him.

Why is she here? What are you TALKING

ABOUT?

LET ME GO.

COME ON, BREAK IT UP. BREAK IT UP.

WHAT'S ALL THAT RUBBISH?

ALBERT JORIS, Monique's boyfriend,

picked up at the passport bureau. Well,

why have you got her here? She's

innocent.

>> You're guilty?

No, I'm innocent, too. Keep an eye on

both. See if they'll talk.

All right.

Now, Adam, thank you very much. Would

you mind waiting?

Adam.

We need some more rooms.

Who do you want to see first? Uh, let's

start with a professional now.

Right.

All right, Renee. Let's have him. No

hard feelings. Right.

I'll take a statement from Albert Joris.

Yes, thank you, Lieutenant.

Sit there.

All right, Renee. Right.

>> [snorts]

>> Thief. Hey, you don't want them. You've

got your pipe.

Where did you first meet Louis Touret?

On a bench on the boulevard. When? 2

years ago. Why?

Well, we used to talk.

He was a nice little chap. I liked him.

I don't care whether you liked him. Did

you kill him? No.

I can stay here all night, you know.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

Several people might have killed Touret.

You are the only known criminal, so

don't you be too sure.

Hm?

How many times you've been inside? Five.

So, two more will put you in the big

league. Well, life sentence.

Assistance to the police can help. Oh,

I'd never leave that.

All right. But can I have a drink? I

know you've got some in that cupboard

there.

Betting, you know, that's what's been my

trouble. The government ought to put a

stop to it. You can't bet without money,

you know.

That's why I'd never have killed Louis.

Look at the spot that I've gotten myself

into now without him.

Something.

You two worked together?

Yeah.

I met him one day sitting on this bench

here, and we got talking.

And there was a shop across the road.

And he said that if someone went into

that shop before lunch as a customer, he

could hide quite easily, rob the till

while the shop was shut for lunch, and

then walk out again as a customer after

the reopen. With the money on him? No,

that'd be much too risky.

>> Mhm. There was a small window that

looked out onto an alleyway at the back,

and it was just right for passing the

money through to a friend.

>> And he was the friend? Yeah. We did

about one a month. All on the boulevard?

Yeah, mostly. That's what he was doing

in that alleyway yesterday, making a

final check out.

But I didn't know that he'd been killed,

you see. So, I went on with my part of

it today. That's how you came to catch

me. Mhm.

Where did you keep your share of the

money? How should I know? Did you ever

go to his room? No, never.

And if I told you that your prints were

all over his furniture.

>> I beg your pardon and call you a liar.

Anything else you know?

Oh, yeah. That daughter of his and the

young man. He took to following Louis.

Now, they were up to something. Mhm.

Renee.

I'm finished with him.

Of what?

Treat him as cooperative, but in

handcuffs.

Come on, Freddy.

Albert's statement.

Good. I'll see you now.

Paul, uh,

you go.

Wait until Monique has gone, and then

let Madame Michelle go. But don't you

want a statement? No, not at the moment.

She might lose her job.

You know what a police widow's pension

is.

>> Mhm.

All right, Bishop.

Bishop, Bishop.

Albert Joris, age 24, bookseller's

assistant.

Mhm.

What do you want a passport for?

South America. You're going together?

Well, why not? Mhm. Who's paying the

fare?

We had savings. Whose?

Ours.

How much was the fare?

I haven't bought the tickets yet. How

much do you imagine?

A few thousand francs. Mhm.

And uh your wages are?

100 francs a week. 100 francs a week.

How long have you been saving?

>> Look, Monique has savings, too. Answer.

When did you first When we first met.

It was last May. Mhm.

6 months you've been saving to go to

Morocco.

Yes.

Why did you follow her father?

Well, I didn't. She says you did.

Well, look, then you know why. You admit

that you followed him. I shan't say

anymore. Where were you on

Saturday afternoon?

Where?

Where?

All right.

Bring her in.

Mademoiselle.

Sit, mademoiselle.

Where were you yesterday afternoon?

With him. Where?

At his place.

Why didn't you tell him?

No.

Well, why not? We haven't done anything

wrong.

The concierge will confirm the time. We

were there for about 2 hours. Mhm.

I understand that you are hoping to go

to South America.

I'm hoping to go anywhere that isn't

Juvisy. Where is the money to come from?

My father.

I told him I'd tell mother about his

mistress if he didn't pay up. Monique.

>> What's the matter, Albert?

Where did your father keep his money?

In a cashbox on top of the wardrobe in

that room.

Did you know that? No, Albert owes

nothing.

Now, look, I take full responsibility.

Fool.

If you don't shut up, he'll think we've

done something wrong. All right.

You can go.

Not you.

Come here.

Sit down.

Well, you still want to go to South

America?

Yeah, that's better. Now, look, here's a

nice empty room. I suggest you sit down

here and think about it all for a little

while.

And next time

pick a girl who knows the difference

between right and wrong, eh?

Marseille.

Right. Thank you, Thomas.

That knife was sold at a shop in

Marseille 5 years ago. Marseille?

>> Yeah.

Margie Bon was born in Marseille in

1922. Yeah? Came to Paris 1958.

4 years ago. Convicted? Oh, about 20

times. Started 1941. Associate Philippe

Natale. See relevant file. Philippe

Natale, who? No, well, you better get it

up.

Philippe Natale.

Natale, there's no need. There's a

picture of him there.

The barman.

Luca, I believe that all the time we've

been questioning suspects, the murderer

has been right under our noses.

Go on. You go pick him up.

>> [music]

>> He must have skipped out when he went

out to telephone. He wanted to shut the

bar. I had to use the telephone round

the corner. That's why the bar was shut.

You see, I know you.

YOU SEE, I KNOW

FILTHY POLICE.

WANT TO KNOW? I HATE POLICE. Where are

the others? Odette's in the bathroom.

Ciel's upstairs. Margie Bon? Out.

That makes you three and us three. Hey,

she's the one who was in the Take a look

around downstairs, Luca. You go

upstairs. Tom?

Who fed the bird? Me. Eh?

Who are you? Josette Vaudier. From?

Clermont-Ferrand. Do you want my

identity card? No, not at the moment. Do

your parents know what you're doing? No,

of course not.

>> What do they think you're doing? Working

in a hairdresser's. I was, too. Mhm.

Where's Philippe Natale? Who?

Him.

Don't know.

Now, try again.

Perhaps he's in his bar. You know that's

shut. Well, perhaps he's in another bar.

>> You know what he did, don't you?

He killed Louis Torey. Took a knife and

killed him, then he came here and took

his money. You know that, don't you?

>> I don't.

I don't know anything.

Has he Louis ever harm you? No, he was

always polite and kind. He He treated us

as though we were ladies. He never harm

anyone. He was killed.

I'm afraid. Of who?

He said that if any of us talked, he'd

come back and see that we never talked

again.

Oh, I'm sorry, Tom. All right, come in

and shut the door.

Now, look, you're in no danger. This man

will be arrested and you'll never see

him again. He's not arrested yet.

>> With your help, he can be. Yes, and then

you go off after him. For all I know, he

gets away from you and comes back here.

He's a devil. You shall have protection

until he's under lock and key. What sort

of protection?

>> A police officer with you all the time.

Can I have him? Yes, certainly. Now,

what's their car? Well, he had a car

they were making for Marseille where he

could hide. Yeah? Make a note of the

car. Big black American convertible. I

don't know the number. All right.

Dupont, you will take mademoiselle to a

hotel. There's one down the road. You

will book two single rooms, the

communicating door uh which you will

open. And you will remain there

until I telephone you with news of the

arrest. All right, get going. You will

do what he says, won't you, because I'm

very frightened indeed.

>> Yes, mademoiselle. If you'll just come

this way, please.

Some police officers are lucky police

officers, and some get all the glory.

Now, [clears throat] you go. We got to

stop that car before they get too far.

Call headquarters. Tell them to put out

the net. Right.

Black Buick American convertible

believed heading south from Paris to

Marseille on Route Nationale 6 or 7.

>> [music]

>> Estimated time of departure from Paris

is 1600 hours.

The occupants of the car, one man and

one woman. They are dangerous and may be

armed.

>> [music]

>> Why don't you go faster?

Have every policeman on the route

chasing us?

Any news? Yes, sir. We just had a report

that their car has passed through

Auxerre. There's a roadblock here.

If they're still on this road, it won't

be long now.

I'll keep you informed.

>> [music]

>> Come on.

Poor little devil.

You You

he wanted to get out, too.

Do what? Yeah.

He became a crook just to have a place

of his own.

All right.

I think we're better give it to Maigret.

In the morning.

And now onion soup and bed.

Good.

It's Maigret.

What about Lapointe? Should I phone him?

Oh, no. No.

No, [snorts] I think that's another

thing that can wait till the morning.

All right.

Thank you all so much for your sympathy.

Father, can I leave the details of the

requiem to you? Of course. And any other

formalities to you, doctor.

Julien, see that there is some wine

downstairs.

I'm sure you will excuse me.

Philippe.

I do hate these things.

Philippe,

be sure the Père Lachaise vault is open.

When your uncle Casimir died, nobody

could find the key.

What will you do, mother?

What every respectable widow should do.

No, but

later. Oh, later.

Of course,

I shall get married.

>> [music]

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>> Where did you buy this coat, bank?

Not mine. Why did you buy it? Not mine.

Why did you throw it in the Canal

Saint-Martin at midnight last night? Not

mine.

Maigret.

Yes.

Yes, monsieur.

Yes, monsieur. Certainly. At once,

monsieur.

All right. Take him away.

Bring him back when he's ready to talk.

And lose this horrible thing.

Might be an idea to take him down to the

morgue. Remind him what he did with it.

What a case for a beautiful day.

And now, Lucas, we have another one on

our hands. From the ministry itself.

That's who telephoned just now.

They've sent somebody around to see us.

All very hush-hush.

Maybe out there by now.

Ah, monsieur.

I've come to see a man called Maigret.

You mean Chief Inspector Maigret? Yes.

This way.

Monsieur Cormier.

And how do you do?

I imagine the minister telephoned and

you.

I am from the Quai d'Orsay. Not another

body in the cloakroom?

The Foreign Office, not the railway

station.

>> Oh. Well, do sit down. Madame?

Mademoiselle.

Monsieur.

Well, this is highly confidential. What?

Lucas, see that we're not disturbed.

Nobody goes past on.

What is mademoiselle?

She is the housekeeper to the Count de

Saint-Hilaire. Mhm. Okay.

Rome, 1923. London, 1927. Buenos Aires,

1932. Oh, a diplomat. I'm noticing his

memoirs in the shops. The first two

volumes.

The third will never be written.

Mhm.

This morning, mademoiselle Larrieu, who

has worked for the Count for over 40

years, 46 years. 46 years.

Went to awaken him as usual. The bedroom

was empty. And the bed unslept in. I

quite see.

She then went into the study where she

found the Count dead up on the floor.

Shot.

What time was this? Half past eight. And

mademoiselle came straight round to us.

But of course, the office was not yet

open. Why didn't she send for the

police? The Count belonged to the corps

diplomatique. Mademoiselle has learned

discretion.

Was she too discreet to send for a

doctor? There was no doubt that he was

dead.

Anyway,

I suggest that we now go around there

together. Your full [clears throat]

name, mademoiselle. Jacquette Larrieu.

Jacquette Larrieu.

Address? Nine Rue Saint-Dominique. Nine

Rue Saint-Dominique. You do understand

that all possible discretion must be

exercised.

Why? The Count was, in his day, the

repository of many state secrets.

When did he retire? In 1938.

Monsieur, I hardly think that he was

killed because he knew what Daladier

said to Chamberlain.

But, Inspector, you don't understand.

Not in the least. I'm just a police

officer.

How old was he? 77.

Someone took the trouble to put three

bullets into him. Four.

One in the head. Is there any

possibility of suicide?

No weapon? Did you touch anything?

Nothing. Did you hear anything? Nothing.

These were shots? Yes.

Whose is the garden? It belonged to the

Count. [music] He owned the whole house.

But he didn't occupy it all, eh? No.

After his father died in 1920, he

converted the upper floors into

apartments. It was the family mansion.

He was born here. I wonder how many

people in Paris today die in the houses

they were born

What are you doing? It is my duty to see

that nothing of a confidential nature is

left unguarded.

And Lucas wins to our duty. Telephone

headquarters. Ask them to send a doctor,

photographer, fingerprints boy. No, not

that one.

Keep that clear. The concierge has one

in her lodge. Thank you, mademoiselle.

We still want your prints, monsieur.

Mine?

As a check.

And yours, mademoiselle. I have a great

deal of work to do. Perhaps your

man could call round to my office.

Certainly.

And I can assure you the prints will be

destroyed,

provided you're not the murderer.

Inspector, that is a remark in the very

worst of taste.

>> Yes, we're a crude lot on our side of

the river. It's the company we keep.

Good morning.

Mademoiselle,

have you a sheet? Sheet?

They're on their way. Good.

Looks as though the shot in the head was

fired first here. It must have killed

him. Why fire three more? Rage. Panic.

Right.

Thank you, mademoiselle.

Take a look in the garden, Lucas. For

footprints. Or a gun.

Did he own a gun? Yes. Where did he keep

it? In the top right-hand drawer.

No gun.

What sort was it? I don't know.

Was it uh

black with a square barrel, or did it

have a long barrel with a cylinder? That

was the sort. A revolver. Now,

mademoiselle,

and will you tell me, please, where do

you live here, sleep here? Yes, through

the kitchen. You do all the housework?

>> And the cooking.

How old did you say you were? 73.

When did you last see the count alive?

At 10:00 last night.

Nothing there?

Was he wearing that dressing gown? Yes,

he always wore it when he wasn't going

out. Did he often go out? Sometimes, to

the cinema. Not to friends? They were

nearly all dead. What about relations?

There was only his nephew, Monsieur

Mazeron. Does he know about this? No.

It didn't occur to you to telephone him?

>> No. Did you like him? It's not my place

to interfere in family matters.

Didn't he get on with his uncle?

I didn't say that.

Where does he live?

12 Rue Jacob. Just around the corner. He

keeps an antique shop.

That'll be the local police. I'll let

them in.

Uh Lucas, tell them what to do.

I'm going around to see this nephew.

Dead?

Shot?

My uncle? This morning.

Who would do that? A thief? There's no

sign of any

Did he have any enemies? Oh, no. Well, I

don't think so. No.

Was he rich?

No, he had uh some rents and his

pension. Mhm.

Did you see much of him?

He'd come here once or twice a week,

walk around, and talk about the old

days. Uh

of course, this stuff didn't really

interest him much. It was too modern.

Modern? Yes, his century was the 18th.

He thought the Bonapartes vulgar. It was

used at Austerlitz.

Uh what has Jacquette got to say about

it? His keeper, nothing much. Could she

have done it? Oh, no. Surely not. I mean

>> What?

Well, there's no real reason. Some

reason.

No, one couldn't say that.

Mhm.

She doesn't like you.

She doesn't like anyone except Uncle

Armand. She thinks anyone else is trying

to supplant her.

Do you think there was ever anything

between them? Oh, I imagine so, yes.

It's very awkward. It's more than that.

>> But that should have happened today.

It would have been just as awkward

tomorrow. But today is the day of the

funeral. Whose funeral?

The Prince de Vivonne.

Haven't you read the letters? Letters?

Oh good lord, you don't know anything at

all.

Hello? What is it, Ace? Medicines?

Uh not half done.

Was he ill? I don't know. I'm not a

doctor. Well, you don't get these from a

doctor. These are the sort you get from

a chemist.

>> I'm not a chemist, either.

Allow me.

Uh mademoiselle?

It is my duty to answer the door. Uh uh

you're not a policeman, either.

Ah, get on.

Have they been and gone?

Yes. They were pretty quick.

I've just been going through the desk.

>> Meddling in what doesn't concern him.

He used a lot of patent medicines.

Mhm.

Was your uncle worried about his health?

All old people are worried about their

health.

>> His doctor visited him regularly? Doctor

Orgo.

Now, these letters, where did he keep

them? All his correspondence he kept in

that cabinet.

You've no right to open that. I have a

duty to open it. Nothing in there has

any bearing upon his death. Perhaps not,

but he's dead.

Traitor to your family.

She doesn't understand yet.

Is there a key to this? Uh

These were found in his pocket. Yes,

they'll be the one.

>> [clears throat]

>> As you say, letters.

Mhm.

What are they going to tell me? Majority

will be signed E.C.

E.C., a woman?

Isabelle de Vivonne. Vivonne? The

Princess de Vivonne. That name was in

the paper a couple of days ago.

Mhm.

Uh the day before yesterday, her

husband, the prince, died after a fall

from his horse. And the body belonged to

him? Yes, and the funeral is today.

Mhm.

How old is the princess? About uh 6

years younger than my uncle. 71. Was she

ever his mistress?

I gather not.

This letter goes back to 1912. The year

of her marriage. Is this her?

As she was, yes.

Beautiful.

Where does she live? Rue de Varenne. Rue

de Varenne?

That's just around the corner.

Why did they write all these letters?

They wrote to each other every day.

Monsieur, would you sit down, please? I

think you'd better explain this whole

thing to me from the beginning.

The princess is a daughter of the Duke

de Saint-Valery. Who is I learned about

him at the lycée. About his great great

grandfather, the Constable of France.

>> Yes, well, let's go to the present day.

Uh we have to start in 1910. That is

when my uncle first met her. He was a

young diplomat and they fell in love.

Why didn't she marry him?

Well, he hadn't much money. He was about

to go to [snorts] St. Petersburg as

third secretary, and by the time he came

back in 1912, she'd married the prince.

>> Mhm, but she didn't love him. Oh, no, it

was an arranged marriage.

>> Why did she agree? Her duty to her

father.

It was a question of an alliance between

two great families. Mhm.

Was there a son? Yes, Philippe.

Mhm.

But she loved your uncle. Yes. And she

went on loving him after she'd married

the prince. Yes, as he loved her. Mhm.

So, there's just a possibility that the

princess's son is not the prince's son.

There is no possibility whatsoever.

>> Why not?

She was in love with my uncle. Yes,

monsieur. I'm suggesting that he was

your uncle's son.

>> Oh, no.

Why so certain?

Because my uncle went to Tokyo in

January 1914 and remained there until

December 1918. The princess's child was

born in October 1916. All right.

But surely they must have met from time

to time. He told me never. They were

both strict Catholics and she did not

think it would be right while the prince

was alive.

Now, the prince

is dead.

Died 2 days ago in the Bois de Boulogne.

Yes.

So, if your uncle was still alive, there

would now be nothing to prevent him from

meeting the princess or marrying.

Are you your uncle's heir? Uh to the

estate, yes. Jacquette has a pension out

of it and the princess has his

furniture.

Did you shoot him?

No. You don't seem very surprised at the

question.

>> Well, I knew that's what you were

thinking when you asked me about the

estate. Where were you last night,

monsieur?

Nowhere special. At home.

Thank you, monsieur.

Pretty cool customer. Cool?

Yeah.

Cool.

Yes?

No, hold on.

Where are you?

Okay.

Yeah. [snorts]

No.

No, no, no. Not yet.

The press? Yeah.

They're on to it.

Are there any political implications?

There aren't any implications at all,

Lucas. An old man sitting here in his

dressing gown, and

the old woman through there,

probably asleep,

and whoever comes in is let in by the

count himself. Or has a key.

Perhaps. Either way, it's someone who

knows him very well. He doesn't offer

them a drink. I don't know. Well, think

of Monsieur Daustier at the moment they

arrived. Only his prints on it.

Cognac. There's a bottle in the

cupboard. Mhm.

Well, perhaps the visitor refused to

drink.

Perhaps there wasn't even time to uh

It's all one, after all. All we know for

certain

is that whoever the visitor was put four

bullets into the old man.

And now we're involved with dukes and

princesses and half the Almanach de

Gotha.

Hello, Maigret.

Maigret here.

Yeah. Any news yet on the old man we

sent you?

No, no, no, not a full report. Just time

of death, type of bullet, so on.

I see.

Thank you very much.

He died at around midnight.

The first shot killed him, and all the

bullets came from a 9 mm revolver.

Probably his own. Yeah.

But it also means that whoever shot him

had time to pick up the empty cases

afterwards, or we'd have found them.

Doesn't sound like panic. No.

Sounds more like hatred.

I wonder if the answer's in here.

I picked up the nearest thing. THIS

THING. I HIT HER WITH IT, AND THEN

I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THEN.

You hit her another 10 times with it.

Daustier. Yes, Petrone.

You wait here. I'm finished with you

yet.

Goulet has talked.

Yeah. What was it? Jealousy? So he says.

Well, he should know. He was living on

her earnings.

It wouldn't make any difference.

Nothing stops jealousy. Oh, I'll take a

statement, then. No, just a minute.

My home number, please.

Have Lapointe or somebody do that. Yeah,

I want you to relieve Luca. Right,

Petro.

Yeah?

Yes, it's me.

Sergeant Luca will be dining with us

tonight.

Hello, Torres.

You happy? God.

Well, I'm to take over. Good. And you

are to take the rest of the letters and

go over to the Petro's apartment. Ay,

ay, I hope my friend Mademoiselle

doesn't catch me. Well, you have a

perfect right to take them. You try

explaining that.

Ah, Mademoiselle.

Well, well, I was just talking about

you.

You can rest assured the moment I start

to do something I shouldn't, you would

come along and catch me, eh?

Well, well.

You'll be pleased to see the last of the

police, won't you?

The last of the bad types, really, you

know.

It's the time to say au revoir.

Ah, Torres, may I introduce Mademoiselle

Jacqueline Lanier?

Sergeant Torres, au revoir.

Afternoon, Mademoiselle.

If you wish to smoke, please ask me for

an ashtray.

Then why they allow you to do so on

duty, I cannot imagine.

And please tell the police officer at

the entrance that I'm to be allowed to

go out.

>> And where do you wish to go? To church.

>> Which church?

>> Saint Dominique. Oh, all right.

It would do you no harm to accompany me.

>> My duty forces me to remain here.

Freemason.

Andre!

Oh, it's all right, she can go.

Andre!

Sergeant?

You will accompany her.

These look to be important official

ones.

These are some more personal ones.

>> [clears throat]

>> Clemenceau's signature.

Well, that should be a value to a

collector.

Poincare.

President Wilson.

Who was Ramsay MacDonald? Oh, some

Englishman, no.

Uh, well, it's the personal ones that

really interest us. Uh, these are the

early ones, yeah.

Should I

read one?

Yeah, read me some.

Uh

This afternoon I had a long talk with

Hubert. Her husband? Uh, no, no, her

fiance. She wasn't married, then. Right.

I was completely honest with him and

told him that I love you, but too many

obstacles standing in our way, and that

in marrying him I'm obeying my father's

wishes. I don't believe it.

Must be the way you read.

Yeah, yeah, try.

He has been wonderfully understanding

and has promised that never in our

marriage will he trespass upon that

domain which is truly yours.

Well, if that means what I think it

means when you unwrap it, I don't see

how the princess could have a son. I,

for my part, have promised never to see

you again.

Unbelievable. I think it's beautiful. I

can't believe it. Can you believe it?

After today it was your kid, I can

believe anything.

It's like those awful novels your sister

reads.

I see nothing wrong in fine sentiments.

>> They're not fine, they're false. Nobody

behaves like this.

Well, if you want me to lay the table,

you'll have to clear it.

Yeah. Well, let's have some food. Good,

honest food, eh?

Hello, this boulevard is mentioned.

What? Rue Saint-Honoré? Yes, August

1914.

Well, well, she watched her husband's

regiment march down and to entrain for

the front at the Gare

uh, Vincennes. Can't read it quite.

Yeah. When they were in the train, they

lined us on the platform and we waved

goodbye to them.

The soldiers looked so young and they

sang

as the train drew out.

He won a Croix de Guerre at the Chemin

des Dames.

I had an uncle killed there.

His father was killed at Argonne.

Well, this will explain the son, Madame.

You better do this than I am.

While Julien was alive, Hubert was not

worried about the family name surviving.

But now he feels it is his duty and mine

to provide an heir to the princedom of

Yvon. But there is no princedom.

I have spent the night in prayer

and this morning consulted my spiritual

adviser.

He leaves me in no doubt as to where my

duty lies.

>> Oh, no.

God be praised, it's a boy.

The sacrifice was not in vain.

Well, I expect old Hubert prayed for a

few daughters first.

I think you're horrid.

>> Yes, I am. Do you know why? All the

unpleasant people you have to deal with.

>> Murderers.

>> And thieves and bad women.

>> They feel as other people feel. These

people aren't real. They're not true.

Nobody believes it. But you can't be

certain of that.

>> Oh, yes, I can.

These came from the morgue.

Hm?

Four nickel-plated bullets.

Now, the old man who was the recipient

of all this high-flown sentiment was

also the recipient of these.

And whoever gave them to him knew him

very well indeed.

>> [music]

>> What year have you reached? 1926. The

prince is consoling himself. With whom?

Well, she doesn't say. Simply "Poor H

has a new infatuation and I think she's

causing him trouble. He grows thinner

every day."

I know what she means.

She's worried about the count in this

one.

He's in Cuba.

I know the women are beautiful and I'm

so far away.

I tremble at the thought that one day he

might fall in love.

Ah, she talks a lot about her son.

Says he looks just like the count.

>> Ah, that's absurd.

>> She says it's miraculous.

Well, I'll be seeing her tomorrow.

Hey, you better go and get a taxi down

to the Bastille. Yeah.

That's a good idea.

It's been a long day, hm?

Oh, um, will you thank Madame again for

a really excellent meal? You've earned

it, Luca, and don't let all this give

you indigestion.

Good night, Petro. Good night, Luca.

I thought you were asleep. No, I

Oh, I woke up when Luca went. Ah.

Boils.

What? He had boils in Buenos Aires in

1932.

She's worried about him. Well, of

course.

I worry about you. My own my wife.

Be nice to her when you see her. When

may I?

You were angry.

Well, I'm not at home with this.

Religion, honor, family name.

It doesn't tie up with murder.

And besides, What? I haven't met a woman

like this since I was a child.

When I went up to the chateau with my

father to see the old Countess of

Saint-Fiacre,

she'd summon me into the salon

and give me a chocolate.

Tomorrow I shall feel as if I'm in

shorts again.

Do you want me to stay?

No.

You'd better wait next door in case he

wants you. Why should he want me?

You are the princedom of Yvon.

But I know nothing of Armand's death. Of

course not.

But he may want you to tell him so.

Go along now, otherwise I shall have to

introduce you and then he won't know

which of us to question.

Chief Inspector Maigret of the Criminal

Justice Department.

Thank you.

Chief Inspector? Well.

Will you sit down? Thank you.

This is most shocking news about Armand

de Saint-Alier de Saint-Alier.

When did you hear it, Madame?

This morning. His nephew Alamaison

telephoned me.

Apparently he didn't like to tell me

yesterday because of my husband's

funeral.

Has Armand been taken to the morgue?

Yes.

I should like to see him. Can you

arrange that? It can be arranged.

Did Did

He was killed outright.

In his study? Yes.

Sitting at his desk? Correcting the

proofs of his book.

If I might ask a question, madam?

Of course. Were you ever in his house?

Once, when he was out. Jacquette let me

in.

It was naughty, but I wanted to be able

to see him against his background.

I suppose you read my letters to him? I

yes.

Would you like to read his to me? Not at

the moment, thank you. Are there as

many?

Quite as many.

One a day during the last few years.

Did you receive one yesterday morning?

No.

I didn't expect one till after the

funeral. It would have been lacking in

tact.

Yeah.

>> [clears throat]

>> What would your future relationships

have been?

We should have married as soon as I was

out of mourning. Would his nephew have

minded?

Alain Mazeron?

He expected it.

His inheritance would not have been

affected. And Jacquette?

She looked forward to it.

Are you sure she wasn't jealous?

Not of me. Of other women, yes.

Do you think she was ever His mistress?

Certainly.

He told me so. In a letter?

Why not?

You didn't mind? Oh, no. That meant

nothing. Huh.

And now?

Now?

We are old. Hm.

Did your son know that you intended to

remarry?

Everyone knew. How did he feel about it?

You can ask him if you like. He's in the

next room. I thank you, if I may.

I'll call him.

Uh just one more question, madam.

Where were you the night before last?

Here.

Alone? Except for the servants, the

doctor, priest, two nuns,

and of course, your bear's body.

Philippe!

The inspector would like to speak to

you.

Offer him a glass of port.

If you want me again, inspector, ring

for the butler.

Port? No, thank you.

Cigarette? Uh no, I only smoke a pipe.

So do I.

Except here.

You don't live here? No, no. I have an

estate in Normandy.

We've only come up for the funeral. You

and your wife? And the children. How

many?

Six.

All here? No, no. We're staying at the

Crillon.

Mama can't stand the children, the noise

and the mess, no.

As a matter of fact, the Crillon don't

care for them either.

Uh did you know that your mother

intended to

remarry?

Yes. How did you feel about it? I didn't

mind.

Hm. Did anyone mind?

My wife thought it was a bit of a come

down, dropping a rank.

Don't see that it matters, monsieur.

Wish I could get back to Normandy,

though. Hay is all ready to get in.

Where were you the night before last,

monsieur? The night before last?

Oh, and Sunday night.

Well, here till about 10:00.

And then?

My wife and I went back to the hotel.

Yeah.

My wife went to bed. And you?

I went for a walk. Where?

Champs-Élysées?

Till when?

Till about half past 12:00. A long walk.

Yes.

Up and down the Champs-Élysées? Yeah,

more or less.

I suppose I ought to tell you the truth,

you know.

Well, you see,

living down in Normandy,

it's very much in the country, small

place, everyone knows you, and you can't

Well, you can't do anything without

everyone knowing, so

when I come up to Paris, I

relax a bit.

Her name, monsieur?

Veronique.

Description?

Dark, small.

Said from Lille. She lived in a hotel in

the Rue de Berry. Thank you, monsieur.

We'll check that.

I'd rather my wife didn't know. Oh,

naturally. She wouldn't understand. Girl

like that with an accent.

You see,

my wife's a little bit of a snob.

No, no. Not in there.

Lucas!

I've got the report.

I've got the pathologist's report.

According to him, the count was in very

good health for a man of his age. Hm.

And the only fingerprints in his room

were his own and Jacquette's. That's

all. I checked on that girl you phoned

about, Veronique Blanchard.

She remembers the man you described. She

would. How was the princess? Honest and

with a watertight alibi.

Now, it looks as if her son has got one,

too.

That leaves Alain Mazeron and Jacquette,

who knew him well. Oh, that Jacquette's

a tart. Yes, and a jealous one, but I

don't think she's ever fired a gun in

her life. Well, we can always find out.

We could. How? Yes, there's that test

they do down at the technical branch,

with the paraffin wax. Every revolver

fires traces of powder on the firer's

fingers. Now, cover the fingers with

wax, peel it off, and you find the

traces of powder on the wax, provided

you do it soon enough.

Well, then let's do it. Get on to

Maigret or someone, tell them to go

around all of them. Mind you, it only

proves that they fired a revolver. Well,

that's all right. It's enough. What's

this family got to do with firearms?

Alain Mazeron sells them.

Yes, he does indeed. Shall we start with

him? No, finish with him.

I've got to have another word with him.

He might tell me a lie.

>> [music]

>> May I put on my rings? Yes, madam.

Quite fascinating.

I feel like a criminal.

Am I one?

I don't think so, madam.

You were lucky to find me in.

I've been at an auction at the Hôtel

Drouot this morning.

Not a bad little collection.

Mostly Imperial Guard. Monsieur Mazeron,

do you have a gun?

Plenty of guns, yes. There's a musket

from the field of Waterloo. No, I mean a

revolver.

Nothing modern. I don't deal in modern

weapons at all.

Here's a nice little pair of dueling

pistols.

Have you fired a pistol recently? Oh,

yes. You have? Yes, one of these, as a

matter of fact. I bought one at a sale a

few days ago. I was cleaning this one,

and it went off.

It must have been left loaded for a

hundred years or more. Where's the

bullet? In the ceiling.

You wouldn't think it could happen,

would you, but it does, quite often.

I dare say they're in a hurry to pack

them away, and nobody realized it hadn't

been fired. Well, they wouldn't, you

see, because they're generally fired

together out of these affairs of honor.

This was the loser's.

Alain Mazeron?

Yes, he is. It's for you.

Thank you.

Maigret?

Yes, Lucas.

We've carried out the test on

Mademoiselle Jacquette Larrieu.

I'm very much afraid it was positive.

Yes, positive. No, no, she's definitely

fired a revolver within the last 48

hours.

Sit down, mademoiselle.

Lucas, bring her an armchair.

I'm all right.

Thank you, Thomas.

I have here a warrant for your

provisional arrest.

You will be charged with the murder of

your employer, based on information

received from the test just carried out

by our technical branch. Have you

anything to say?

We know that you fired a revolver

recently.

Where is it now? In the Seine?

Well, we shall find it. Now, would you

like to tell me what happened?

What shall I tell you?

Well,

this is what I think happened.

You gave the greater part of your life

in the service of the count, and the two

of you were as close as any two people

can be.

You didn't mind him writing to the

princess,

but it was a very different matter when,

quite suddenly, she was in a position to

marry him. You saw yourself no longer a

housekeeper, but a servant.

The night before last,

after, let's say, a nervous crisis, a

quarrel, perhaps, you took his own

revolver, and you shot him. You then

disposed of the revolver, and you waited

until morning before reporting the

murder.

Would you prefer mineral water to beer?

I'm not thirsty.

Or [snorts] hungry.

Well, you will be, because you're going

to stay here till you till you talk.

I never eat meat.

Thomas, order some cheese sandwiches.

There's no point.

I eat very little.

The old don't need much food.

You have nothing to fear, Jacquette.

Mademoiselle,

your emotional state will be taken into

consideration.

Do you rather speak to me alone?

>> [snorts]

>> Would like a lawyer. Shall we get you a

lawyer?

Or the Prince de Vivonne?

>> No.

You realize that other people have been

suspected because of your silence and

may still be suspected. After all,

there's a boy in the waiting room wants

to see you.

>> want to see anyone in my way. He's

connected with the case.

Julien de Vivonne. Who's here, the new

prince's son?

His eldest son.

Ah.

Yes, well, I would like to ask him some

questions.

You take Mademoiselle next door.

Mademoiselle.

I would like to see a priest. To

confess?

For advice.

The Abbe Barreau of Saint Dominique is

my spiritual adviser.

The number of the presbytery? I believe

28 96.

Take Mademoiselle next door.

Mademoiselle.

Hello.

Father Barreau?

Yes, Chief Inspector Maigret, Quai des

Orfèvres.

One of your parishioners, Mademoiselle

Lheureux,

is in need of your help.

Could you take a taxi and come round at

once?

Thank you.

Beer.

Uh, she's not giving much away, is she?

We've had some tough cases in here, but

that old woman's the toughest of the

lot. If she doesn't want to talk, she'll

never talk.

>> [snorts]

>> All right, let's see this boy.

Monsieur?

Who's waiting?

I'm sorry if I seemed impatient, but I

got a lecture in half an hour. Glass

beer? No, thanks.

Well, then.

I mentioned my grandmother's, otherwise

I would have told you then. It's about

the last time I visited my Uncle Armand.

Uncle Armand?

Well, that's what I called him. You knew

him well? Yes, I met him at a friend's

house at a reception and he asked me to

visit him.

Did your grandmother, the princess,

know? No. She'd tell me all about him

and even show me some of his letters.

Oh, no, only the ones about politics. He

wrote very well.

Did your parents know?

Nobody knew.

Except Jacquette. Oh, of course, she let

me in, but she's very discreet. She is.

You see, there was no real harm in our

being friends, but Uncle Armand felt

that my grandfather might find it

lacking in tact.

>> How often did you go there? Once or

twice a week. Since when? About 18

months ago. When was the last time? The

day before he died. After your

grandfather's death? I told him the

news.

What did he say? I hear you knew that he

was hoping to marry your grandmother.

Yes.

What did he say? He was upset. At the

death? It was sudden.

Did it worry him?

In a way.

He seemed afraid. Of whom? I don't know.

But he said something like, "It won't be

allowed."

Won't be allowed?

Can you remember the exact words? I'm

trying to.

I said, "I suppose you'll marry Mémé

after her year's mourning is over."

And he said, "No.

No, after all these years of waiting,

I'm not going to be allowed to do that."

Nothing more?

Nothing.

What time of day was this? Early

evening.

Well, thank you very much.

I don't know if it helps.

Just to see somebody young on this case

is a help.

Don't be late for your lecture. Thank

you.

Thank you.

That's more than Jacquette told us. I

wonder what it meant.

The priest here. What's he like? He's

the oldest of the lot.

Well, at least he was quick. He's not

far.

It's a thousand kilometers, Lucas, 500

years.

What's going on out there?

Talk.

No, this morning she's doing here.

Yes.

Really?

Yes, come in, of course, Father.

Jacquette.

Mademoiselle.

I cleared the tray, Antoine.

>> [snorts]

>> Mademoiselle wished to consult me on a

delicate point of conscience.

I can't give her a complete answer, but

I have persuaded her to tell you all she

knows.

>> You've been more successful than I have.

Well, it was in my province rather than

yours.

She was afraid the count would not

receive a Christian burial, so she was

not going to talk until after the

funeral.

It was suicide?

Yes.

Tell them, Jacquette.

Tell them the truth.

>> [snorts]

>> I was asleep

and the shot woke me up.

And

and You went into the room and found the

count dead. With this awful wound. Where

was the revolver?

On the floor beside him. What did you

do?

I fetched the looking glass from my

bedroom

held it in front of his mouth. He was

dead?

Yes.

And I thought of the disgrace

and how they would bury him like

like a heathen.

So, I thought I'd make it look as if

somebody else had done it.

Only until after the funeral.

That was all I wanted for him.

He was such a good man. We may be able

to assume repentance even at the final

instant.

Tell me the rest.

I picked up the pistol and fired it

again and again without looking.

Then I took it out and threw it into the

river with the empty cartridges.

>> Where?

Pont de la Concorde, somewhere near the

middle.

Why did the count shoot himself?

He had pain.

He was afraid.

He thought it was malignant.

But the doctor said he was in

exceptionally good health.

His own doctor told him that, but he

wouldn't believe him.

He would buy all those patent medicines

hoping they would

do him some good.

But they only made him feel worse.

Poor man.

He thought it was malignant.

You may go.

But

I have done wrong. Yes.

You've committed at least three

offenses, all of them serious.

But I don't think you'll commit them

again.

Mademoiselle.

What will we do with the file?

Close it.

Nothing in it?

Nope.

Nothing at all.

>> [snorts]

>> Well, just to round off the day, here's

the report on that cafe shooting

yesterday. The man says the girl was

drunk and he was sober. The girl says

she was sober and he was smoking

reefers. What did they bomb and they

shot at, sir? He says they must have

both been drunk or they'd have hit him.

Excuse me, Chief Inspector. What then?

We are sorry to come so late, but we

felt we should place this information in

front of you.

We know that the count committed

suicide. This will explain the reason.

We know the reason. I hardly think so.

Hm?

My dear Easy.

>> You'll excuse me, I'm sure.

Mademoiselle, I keep this for a few

moments?

For as long as you like.

My dear Easy, I have felt for some

months that there is a very short time

left to me.

I cannot bear to think of you after all

our years of courtship marrying at last

a dying man.

And rather than present you with such a

sorry anticlimax, I'm writing this one

last letter.

I've addressed it to my lawyer who is

instructed to pass it to you.

My love, you know you have.

That at least can never die.

Good night, dear Easy.

Um.

Hm,

I might have known.

It couldn't have been anything as simple

as fear. Not with those people.

Well, Lucas,

let's go and get some beer and find some

real criminal.

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