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Hey Elsa. Empty. Almost.

Three train-sick children and a dog,

anything's an improvement. It's against

regulations to bring animals into the

compartment, sir.

You know what children are? What can you

do about them? I didn't mind the dog.

How do we get to Baer Back? Don't worry

about it now, sir. 11:30 past 12. Thank

you. Oh, thanks. Thank you.

Are you all right?

Thanks.

>> [music]

>> Yeah, I was asleep.

Baer Back? It's the next station. Oh,

what's this then?

What time's the next train? Tomorrow.

Can I get a car? Not here.

It's a nice walk. How far?

A couple kilometers.

Any other suggestions? Yeah, there's bed

for me.

Uh, just a minute.

How far is it to Lake La Woedi? Your

ticket was to Baer Back. Yeah, but I

want to go to Lake La Woedi to fish. Oh,

well, it's not so bad. There's It's

about 3 or 4 kilometers.

Yeah.

Take this road, turn off left. There's a

path through the woods.

Well, then

Look after my bag for me, will you?

Thank you, sir.

HEY, LOOK OUT FOR THE MADMAN.

WHAT? THE MADMAN.

IS THAT YOU?

YES, it's me.

Where are you?

Here.

Come on.

Where are you? Here.

I'm here.

What was the shot?

Come closer.

I can't see you. I'm here.

I'm coming.

>> [music]

[screaming]

>> So, we've caught the creature at last,

have we?

I knew those patrols of mine would

succeed in the end.

How was your drive?

Well done, Fouche.

Where is he? Dr. Evo still got him in

there. Yes.

Yes.

I'm going to operate at once, Madame.

Sure.

Take him to the center.

Ah, doctor, at last.

Now, wait a minute.

Ah, will he live?

Yes, I suppose so. Good, until we lop

off his head.

Can you hear me?

I'm the mayor of Vierzon. You will be

charged with serious offenses.

>> Yes, and molesting women to rape and

homicide.

>> That's enough.

What's he saying?

Sounded like Georges Leduc.

Yes, sir.

You can have him later.

I ran into Georges Leduc yesterday. He

told me

he was expecting a visitor on the Paris

train. That's right, he told me that,

too. Did he tell you it was his old

boss,

Maigret?

Well, Fouché, what about your patrols

now, eh?

An understandable mistake.

I don't think I like my guests being

taken for the local madman and shut up.

Good day, Monsieur Leduc.

I better go and see how he is.

Thousand francs, identity card, pipe.

There you are, you horrible maniac. It's

all there. Tobacco and matches? Your

tobacco's in a safe place where you

can't get at it. You didn't have any

matches. I did have some matches.

Ah, Georges. My old friend, they sent

for me yesterday, but you were still

under anesthetic. Monsieur Leduc, no

visitors. Oh, you're nervous, old

rascal. I often come into Vierzon for a

good meal and civilization. No, no,

Monsieur Leduc. You can have 5 minutes.

I picked up your bag. Did they find

everything?

>> Yeah, but she's hiding my tobacco. Oh,

well, here you are.

And I brought you something to read as

well. Now then,

what happened? Well, like a fool, I got

out of the train a station too early and

uh

decided to walk, took a shortcut through

the wood. And then? Heard some rustling,

someone talking, and then this happened.

Fouché's patrols, trigger-happy.

A girl was killed, you know. When was

this? A month ago, but it started nearly

a year back. Girls molested, all after

dark.

>> Any description? None of them saw him,

except the last one, perhaps. How are

they armed? The girl who died.

Huh, how are they armed, these patrols?

Regulation issue.

Well, the bullet they got out of me was

a 7.92. A 7.92? Well, that isn't

regulation.

Madman with a gun, nice combination.

Good morning, Jacques.

Good morning and goodbye.

I go.

How are you feeling this morning? Oh,

not too bad. Did anyone get through to

my wife and ask

You can expect her tomorrow evening.

We booked a single room at the

Angleterre. Ah, make it a double room.

You'll feel much better. Yes, we'll see

about that. Well, old friend, the fish

will have to wait, eh?

Seems we have bigger game.

Inspector Fouché, when was the first

attack?

Last year, in July, the girl Moreau. And

the second?

January.

That was Garamond, then it was Cécile

Vernoux in April and Valérie Ducourt in

May. Six months? Three months. A month.

Yes.

I don't get the point.

Don't you, Fouché?

It means that the intervals are

shortening, that our maniac is losing

control. Now he's homicidal. And he's

got a gun.

Look, um

can you remember no detail whatsoever

before you were shot?

I was in a railway carriage. There was a

sleeping man. That's all. Sorry. With

all my regard for the superior talent of

the Paris police, I must say that

>> Inspector Maigret is with us purely in

the capacity of victim, Fouché.

Jacques.

A long leave, eh?

Weak in bed, 2 months on sick leave,

catching fish single-handed.

Oh.

Ah. Georges, my fault.

I'm so sorry.

Are you really all right?

>> Yes, of course, my dear.

What's your bed doing out here? Well, I

wanted to look out the window. Look, I

wasn't expecting you till this evening.

They sent a squad car and another one

across Paris. Lucky thing being married

to a policeman, eh?

>> [laughter]

>> Georges, how good to see you. This is

Monsieur Draveil, the mayor.

And

Inspector Fouché, chief of police.

Well, then, if you'll excuse me, my

office calls.

Monsieur.

Look in anytime, Fouché.

I'm going to remember something.

That pipe, I'm sure you're not allowed

to smoke it. Your room is already like

Thank you. What have you been giving him

to eat?

>> Kidneys in wine, Gaston. They were

excellent.

>> Ah, thank you very much, Monsieur.

Tonight, uh there will be duck with

oranges. There will not be duck with

oranges. Very good, Madame.

>> What sort of a doctor have you got? Meet

him, my dear. Doctor Rivo, the man who

saved my life. Madame. Monsieur, haven't

you ordered him an invalid diet?

Naturally, but it varies with the

invalid.

It's a very good job I came.

Well, I see that I leave you in good

hands.

Don't let Fouché disturb you. A touch of

provincial pique.

I'll tell him you have no intention of

intervening.

You coming, Rivo?

Yes.

Madame.

I'll call again after surgery. Try to

rest.

Avoid using the brain too much, Madame.

It might start up the fever again.

It's the only sensible thing that doctor

said. He's a very good doctor. He

studied under Martel. Who's Martel? A

famous Your wife doesn't seem to want to

know that Martel was just about the

finest surgeon ever. Everyone seems very

concerned to keep me quiet. Doesn't the

victim any rights?

>> When did the victim ever have any

rights? [laughter]

Romain's asked to talk clean.

Georges, must you smoke? You know what

he's like. What?

Georges. Yeah. I want you to do

something for me. Hm?

Get me some books.

>> Ah, about fish? No, criminal insanity.

You'd better take Rivo's advice and

stick to thinking about fish.

You, too.

Georges is quite right. I'll see if the

hotel can get you a trout for tonight.

Georges, you must let him rest now. Of

course, of course.

Au revoir, old friend. I'll see what I

can do, eh? Good.

Georges.

Come whenever you like, but I shall have

to ask you not to smoke. Of course, of

course. Au revoir, Madame. Au revoir,

Georges.

That won't be needed now. What have you

got there? It's something that was

missing.

Now it's turned up. So long as it's

turned up.

Here.

Yeah? A call from Paris for you,

Monsieur. A moment.

Hello, Lucas.

How are you feeling now?

Good, good. We've had some tender

inquiries from some of your clients.

No, no, they were hoping to subscribe

for a wreath.

>> [laughter]

>> Is there anything you want?

Yeah.

I want you to see what you can find out

about Doctor Jacques Rivo, studied under

Martel. Yes, I've got that.

And Louis Draveil,

d r a v e i l, the

the mayor.

And Inspector Fouché, his chief of

police. Chief of police? You get me

sacked.

Well, not our old Georges Leduc. Yeah.

And there's one more, Gaston Duport,

hotel owner.

Monsieur Duport?

I have a trout for Monsieur Maigret. I

want it poached in milk with nutmeg and

very little butter. Very good, Madame.

Hello.

Hello, this is Duport.

Gaston Duport, Hotel d'Angleterre.

I want to speak to Inspector Fouché.

Well, that's all, Lucas. Soon as you

can. Goodbye.

>> I've got you a nice trout for tonight.

Sure.

Now old George Ledoux called in, left me

some reading matter. Oh.

I specially asked him not to smoke.

What have you been reading?

Psychopathology.

The criminal insanity.

>> I wish you wouldn't. This was supposed

to be a holiday. Oh.

>> [snorts]

[sighs]

>> Have you ever thought why old George

Ledoux retired from the police so early?

Hm?

>> [snorts]

>> He had a nervous breakdown.

He spent 2 years in that sanatorium and

then he retired out here.

And lives alone in that cottage of his.

Why are you saying this? Well, do you

see this? I picked it up in a railway

carriage.

Well?

Well, I didn't have it in the hospital.

So, I must have dropped it in the

forest. What's this to do with George?

Well, yesterday I had four visitors. All

of them smokers. Any one of them might

have brought that into this room.

But in fact, I saw George Ledoux using

it. He used the last match.

Well, he

he might have found it here. He might.

But surely

George is your best friend.

>> Yeah, that's why you've got to help me.

What can I do?

Until I'm better

you'll have to be my eyes and my ears. I

want you to look around the town, get

the smell of the place.

Find out what sort of a house Trevet

lives in. Hm?

What sort of a practice Rival has. What

they think of Fouche. Hm?

Go now. Sip drinks in the cafe. Or you

can go in the cake shops and hear the

gossip.

You want me to get rid of me so that you

can smoke? Hm? Tobacco. Ah.

Yeah.

>> [snorts]

>> Excuse me, mademoiselle. Can you tell me

which is Monsieur Trevet's house? Oh,

yes, madam.

It's just down there on the other side.

Thank you very much.

>> [music]

[music]

[music]

>> Who does the man think he is anyway?

Getting decent in the country and

solving a crime.

He's got no rights in this area.

Our situation has become absolutely

intolerable.

And I fail to see why you don't see it

in the same light.

You are not in Megret's canal.

A fact I regret as much as you.

Very well, Monsieur Trevet.

Francois.

Louis,

how much does Megret know?

Don't worry. He can do nothing.

He'll be tied to his bed for a fortnight

and by that time

don't worry.

They're back to three.

>> [bell]

>> Dr. Rival.

Jacques.

I must see you. There's something I must

tell you.

Meet me by the wall. You know.

I can't now. Later, later.

Now, Jacques. Now it's terribly

important.

All right, I'll come at once.

What was that? Who was it? A patient. I

have to go. No, wait. Don't go.

Well.

Nothing.

This is Dr. [music] Rival's house.

>> The doctor is out. He's gone to a

patient. He said

Oh, I feel so stupid. He He may have

gone to see my husband, but I was

passing.

I'm Madame Megret. Megret?

You have a message for my husband?

You're

Y- Yes, it was about the sleeping pills.

I I wondered if

You are surprised that I'm his wife. Oh,

no. No. He is older than you think, much

older.

And you have lived as I have lived

with some

Please forgive me. I I I shouldn't have

disturbed you. I

I'll telephone. Yes, telephone.

Patient.

>> [music]

[music]

>> What is it?

What did you want to tell me?

Megret knows.

He's dangerous. He's desperately

dangerous to us. But why?

How should I know why?

He is a devil.

He's clever and subtle.

Don't you realize what he is? He's He's

Megret and he's here.

I'm so frightened.

Darling, darling.

You must pull yourself together.

>> I hate him.

I hate him.

Why did you let him live?

Francois.

He's trying to destroy us.

He's asking questions.

He suspects us. I know it.

That's second nature to Megret.

What can he do from his bed?

There's something I could do.

Francois, don't be foolish.

There's nothing you can do now to help.

We've done everything that we think is

best.

Please, don't do anything silly.

I only know that

if anything happened to you

I'd be dead.

Oh, darling.

I must get back.

I'll be missed.

Bless you, my darling.

I love you all. I love you.

You'll get back all right.

Yes.

Then on my way back I dropped into the

cake shop just to hear the talk, [music]

you know.

They say that she has a younger sister

living with her. Her name's Françoise.

Françoise what? Beausoleil.

She works for Monsieur Trevet.

People say that she and Monsieur Trevet

Well. Françoise in the mayor? Well,

that's what they say.

The doctor had a practice in Algiers and

the two girls have a mother living in

Bordeaux.

She lets rooms.

Of course, it's only tea shop gossip.

>> Well done, Mayor. Well done.

Oh. Madam. Good evening, Doctor.

How is he this evening?

>> He was feverish again last night.

Maybe it's something he's been reading.

You can double the dose if you like. The

pills are quite harmless.

Doctor!

Doctor, tell him I

didn't WANT TO SLEEP, DOCTOR.

>> [laughter]

>> IT WAS HIM.

IT WAS HIM. WHAT WAS WHAT? In the wood.

>> What is it? In the wood, Monsieur Trevet

asked me to take a message. It was

horrible. Come and sit down.

Come on.

Monsieur Trevet asked me to take a

message. I'll get some water.

I went there. You shouldn't have done

that. Trevet had no right to ask you.

I was going along.

Suddenly he

He jumped out of me.

I hit him but he came at me again.

You saw him?

He was thickset.

Like a forester.

And his eyes

>> Thank you, Madam. Here, have a drink.

>> I'll get her a Coke.

>> I have one in the car. I'll take her

home immediately. Come. How did you get

here? Must you question her now?

Well.

A car was passing.

I screamed.

I think that's why he ran away.

I knew you'd be here.

Thank you, Madam.

I'll send a nurse to change the

dressings.

Better tell Foucher about this.

Oh, yes, of course.

Forgot his thermometer.

Oh, girl, how awful. Mean because the

maniac is still alive or because she had

to come through the streets of the town

with her clothes off?

Hello. Lucas?

Bravo, you've been quick. Thank you,

patron. We try to be of good service.

Fine, but what about Revo? Uh complete

blank. Martel had no student of that

name. There was a Jules Revo but he

qualified in 1880. No, this one worked

in Algiers.

Hmm, that might help. He may have a

foreign degree. No,

not if he studied under Martel. Unless,

of course, he changed his name. Hmm,

they're difficult to check. Uh number

two, Foucher. Now, he was in police

administration in Madagascar but he

enjoyed interrogating the native girls

too much and was sent home. He's

unmarried.

Number three, Trevet. Um nothing at all

on him. He's also unmarried. Used to pay

regular weekly visits to Bordeaux but

he's given that up. Too old, I suppose.

Like me. Uh

someone is saying the cake shops

Uh Lucas, I

Lucas!

Hello.

Dubois. What's happened?

Foucher's happened if you ask me.

Well, that thing's not going to be much

use to no one. I shouldn't say this but

I'm not sorry. I'm sure all this is

bringing her fever back. I'll fix that

shadow when I get there.

Oh, pardon my thinking.

Soon as I get you out of here, I'll

drive to George's cottage.

Bell.

Traffic. Voices.

It's as if the whole town was trying to

speak to me.

Try to get some sleep.

I'll get you a pill.

The silent voices. Those are the ones I

want to hear.

I'm sorry, the inspector's

Madam Revo.

Come in, Madam.

Hi.

My name is I know. Your husband is a

very good doctor. I wanted to thank him

but he left rather hurriedly. Won't you

sit down?

I come about your sister, Françoise.

Yes.

She wasn't attacked. She invented it.

How do you know? Anything to show

herself off. Anything to display

herself. Tearing her clothes, going half

naked through the town. As if Jacques

even noticed her.

Didn't your husband mind when you

brought her to his home? It was mama who

was begging me. She was quite happy with

mama in Bordeaux. She didn't have to

come. That house in Bordeaux, not a very

nice place for a young girl to live.

>> She was so innocent. Why, even in

Algiers when we had our own house quite

separate, we always knew what was going

on, how the money was made. [music] Is

that where you met your husband in

Algiers? She threw herself at him even

there. Only 17.

It was disgusting.

>> But it was you he married.

Wash my hands.

I wash my hands. I've done all I can.

Madam Revo. Pestering him until he'd let

her drive the car on his rounds. Always

on the phone to him. She thinks I don't

know.

Well, I've had enough. I've finished. I

can't [laughter] stand it. Madam Revo.

Oh, how dreadful.

What a dreadful situation.

>> The silent voices.

My dear.

Would you like to go on a trip? Where

to? Bordeaux.

I found it on the floor. There was one

match left.

>> Yeah, sure.

Well, if there'd been more I'd have put

it in my pocket.

>> Are you sure you found it on the floor?

Don't you believe me? The curious thing

is I picked it up off the floor. The

floor of a railway carriage. And I

dropped it in the forest. Not because it

was empty but because of this.

But you don't think I brought you down

here

>> Oh, I don't think that you shot at me.

But I think you know who did.

And it wasn't the maniac.

Oh, if only I could remember.

I got out of that train a station too

soon. That weird old man in the

compartment, he got out there, too.

Now, obviously I was shot at

by mistake.

By someone who was expecting to meet

who?

The maniac.

Someone who Françoise wants to protect.

Now, that rules out Gaston and Foucher.

And yourself.

So,

the mayor and the doctor.

Which was it, Jules?

I know. You drink with them. You go

fishing together.

You play chess. They're your friends.

All right, it doesn't matter.

What train is that?

The local from Bordeaux.

Jules.

If I tell you, if I swear to you that

it's over,

finished, there'll be no more incidents.

What do you say?

That there no longer is any maniac?

Taxi. Hope you get a taxi here. Oh,

there's something. Is that a taxi?

Yes, I think it is.

Taxi! Taxi!

Can't think what your husband's doing

here. But it's a very pleasant spot.

Are you free? But of course you are.

Just take those things.

Very dear to me, this spot.

Because of my two daughters and Jacques.

Oh, such a lady doctor. Such a clever

doctor. So clever. Just like your

husband. Oh, I do so admire him. I can't

wait to meet him. We want to go to the

hotel D'Anjou please.

Jules.

I brought her, Madam Beausoleil.

Patron.

Every night.

The face, the hands, the man himself.

Not quite himself, I'm afraid, Madam.

What a moment. What a moment to be

called to the great Maigret as summons.

I was saying to Madam Maigret all the

way but all the way. You remember, my

dear, I told you how I collected

>> I'll go and see if they can make us some

coffee.

>> Coffee, good. Books upon books,

cuttings, photographs, every case, every

mention.

Forgive me but my time is short.

I knew it.

Oh, I can see it.

The aura. It's there.

And you're not smoking your pipe. Oh,

I'm glad to be able to tell you it's not

as bad as you think. There's still time

for a few questions. The police have

always been very good friends of mine.

One of my girls was found with a stolen

wallet. once and twice But she made

accusations.

>> [laughter]

>> Well, I'm ready to answer any questions

that you Well, now it's your son-in-law

I wanted to speak to you about. Tonton?

Tonton. Tonton, where are you?

So, what do you call him?

Tonton. It's his pet name. A good boy.

Well, I hope you've no complaint about

your treatment. No, no, not at all. I

just wondered why such an excellent

doctor, a pupil of Martel

should be stuck in a village like this.

Well, I was in Bordeaux. He wanted to be

near me.

Your younger daughter, Francoise, you

live with her, do you? Yes, until

Monsieur Treve offered us this

appointment. Perhaps

Tonton wanted to be near Francoise. Oh,

well, while she's working for Monsieur

Treve, I can't forbid her to lodge with

her own sister. Francoise must have been

very young when Germain got married. 17,

no more than that. Oh, it's a ripe old

age nowadays. Oh, patron.

You must have been very surprised when

the brilliant young doctor, Revo,

preferred your elder daughter. Oh, Tata

was very shy. Many brilliant young men

often are. Germain was a woman? She

understood him. What was he doing in

Algiers?

This all happened in Algiers, isn't it?

Well, his father was in business there.

When did he change his name? Change his

name? Yes. Martel had no pupil named

Revo.

Now, you agree that he studied at the

Martel, so now we have to know why he

changed his name.

He'd better tell me the whole thing,

hadn't you?

Oh, well.

It was nothing he did, the boy.

He used to come and visit his father,

Samuel Tardo, a wealthy trader.

Then, one day in my house, oh, it was

dreadful, a dreadful thing.

A girl

was found dead. It was not an accident?

No. Samuel Tardo was accused? Yes. There

was an investigation. Germain was the

only witness, Monsieur. I ask you to

understand. He married Germain to keep

her quiet and to protect his father.

Then he changed his name and came and

settled here.

What happened to the father? He lived

with me.

Oh, we never thought it would happen

again.

But it did? Yes.

When did you last see Samuel Tardo?

Three days ago.

Did he say where he was going? Oh, I

tried to keep an eye on him always.

When he was himself, he was

he was

such a harmless old man. Was such a

harmless old man?

You believe he's dead, huh?

>> [laughter]

>> Mama.

Oh, Jacques, Jacques, Jacques.

Oh, Mama, what on earth are you doing

here?

I had to tell him, I had to.

It's all right, Mama. Is this a

professional visit?

Tonton.

Don't blame yourself, Mama.

How is the shoulder?

No pain.

Huh? Jacques?

Jules.

They've found a body. Faucheux has just

reported

near the Moulin Neuf.

An elderly man.

I see.

Three days.

Jacques, can you see if you can get a

car out here?

I can.

I think they've found him.

And it was Revo?

I'm afraid you'll [snorts] have to go

down and identify the body.

My wife will go with you.

>> [laughter]

>> Why have you come back?

Jacques?

Jacques!

What's happened?

Jacques!

Leave me alone, Germain.

Jacques!

Jacques!

Where's Jacques? What do you want? Leave

him alone. I must see him. What are you

doing? Let me go.

>> Tonton wants you. It's me he wants. Me,

me. Jacques! Jacques, they know. She's

here.

Mama, here. She's seen Maigret. LET ME

GO.

JACQUES!

JACQUES!

JACQUES!

JACQUES!

JACQUES!

JACQUES!

JACQUES!

OH, NO. NO.

Thank you, Faucheux.

No, there's nothing else. What could

there be?

Both of them in the woods behind the

house.

With the same gun.

Why?

Because he knew that for him it was the

end.

But why?

The madman was Revo's father.

You both knew that, didn't you?

I knew. Jacques guessed.

I first found the clue in a certain

house in Bordeaux.

Little by little I came to the truth.

But by that time, Francoise

A lonely man is an easy victim.

I shut my eyes, I accepted Revo's

assurances that with time and drugs the

disease would die out.

He couldn't treat his father at home.

They would meet in the woods.

But the treatment failed and another

woman died. Yes.

So, the brilliant young doctor was

forced to use the final medicine.

He put him down like a sick animal.

What it must cost a man to execute his

own father.

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>> I'll see you tomorrow, Countess. Good

night.

Come, Maurice. I don't know what you're

doing here. My mother, is she ill? No,

she's well. Tomorrow, she's coming to

Holy Communion. She felt the need to

clear her soul. No, Maurice. You mustn't

go in.

Who's going to stop me?

What is it?

Money.

Is it any of your business? Yes,

Maurice, it is. You will know it is.

Surely, with the worry you've caused

already, you carry enough on your

conscience.

Do you want her death as well?

I'll go the way I came.

>> [music]

[snorts]

>> Tell Father Damien to phone the doctor.

Is something wrong? Help me to get her

to the sacristy.

He's coming now.

How did it happen?

I think it was during the service.

Anybody see it happen? My wife, sir.

I was watching her.

She was following the service and she

she closed her eyes.

I thought she was just praying, but

then she started to fall sideways and I

knew she was ill.

Well, she's dead now.

A heart attack. Well, one can say that

even the Countess of Saint-Fiacre had a

ticker and it had to stop one day.

But I wonder, last year I told her stop

thinking you're 40, you're 67, take it

easy and you'll live to be 90. Since you

didn't take her advice,

why should you?

What's the good of life without living

it?

Has anybody telephoned the château? Yes,

I did. Gautier is on his way down. Have

Jean-Pierre at the garden to wait for

him. Tell him where we are. Yes, Father.

You can sign this. You've got a written

Why not?

Who are you, Monsieur? Uh this gentleman

is from Paris, Monsieur Maigret.

You mean Inspector Maigret, then, sir?

Have you got a blanket or a sheet to

cover her? Oh, yes, of course.

Here for any special reason? No, no, I'm

here for personal reasons. Oh.

Well, if you've got any secrets, don't

tell them in front of Baptiste here.

Old Stop Press Baptiste, they call him.

Deaf as a post. Aren't you,

unless he chooses.

It There's a gravestone out there,

Everest Maigret.

>> Yes, my father. He was agent to the old

count. My husband was brought up here.

Used to sing in the choir until my voice

broke. I'd never seen Saint-Fiacre.

You were on a sort of sentimental

journey. He's here. Monsieur Gautier in

the station wagon.

Ah, thank you.

Ah, Jean-Pierre, have you had any

breakfast? No, Father. Well, set out the

chant books for second mass and then you

can slip off home. Yes, Father. Now, off

you go now.

Well, we'll get her up to the château.

That's the first thing to do.

Good morning, Father. This is a terrible

thing. I know, but death is a life.

What's so terrible about that?

Ah, Baptiste, give me a hand with this.

All right, this is Monsieur Gautier,

agent for the estate, and Inspector

Maigret from Paris. Police, sir? There's

no reason to suppose it.

But there there couldn't be. No, of

course there couldn't be. He's only here

on holiday. Isn't he, Inspector?

Now then, come along, Gautier. Get on

the other end of this.

>> [sighs]

>> I was eight when I first saw her.

I thought she was wonderful. I'd have

died for her.

In fact, I was in love with her.

It was a special grace.

To die when she did, you mean? After

Communion?

>> [music]

>> Well, I could do with a drink.

Do you ever think of anything else?

Yeah, sometimes I think I don't like you

very much. Go on, get on with it.

Are you going up to the château? Yes.

Let me lead you there. No, I know the

way. We'll follow him.

Right.

See you later.

What is it?

I was just thinking.

I feel sad about her.

You were talking about her the other

day, remember?

The young Countess, we used to call her.

I remember seeing her driving through

the park in her white summer dress.

The always seem to shine in those days.

It was shine for all of us when we were

young. Yeah.

Come on.

>> [music]

[music]

>> Ah, there it is.

It's lovely.

Part of a way of life that's almost

passed. Was that a bad thing?

Hm?

No, no. I was just getting sentimental.

>> [music]

>> Monsieur, Madame.

Good morning, Albert.

They're all upstairs, Monsieur.

Poor dear lady.

Poor dear lady.

He doesn't remember me.

And I used to be jealous because he

polished her ladyship's boots. Monsieur,

Madame.

Marie.

You don't remember me? I'm afraid I

don't, Monsieur.

But then I hardly remember myself this

morning.

Forgive me, Monsieur.

You are

Jules Maigret.

Monsieur Jules

after all these years. My wife. Madame

Maigret. How good to see you. And you're

so famous now, too.

Oh, Monsieur.

What a dreadful time for you to come

back. Yes, Marie.

Forgive me.

And perhaps you will excuse me. I have

everything to do. We can't get no help

these days. Two in the house, and there

used to be 14.

>> How can I help you? Oh, Madame, if you

would. It's been a nightmare.

Dr. B.

Dr. B, I must know what's happened.

I mean, I'm entitled to know. Why didn't

anybody wake me? Oh, go back to bed.

You want a drink?

Who are you?

Are you the undertaker? No, Monsieur

LeGault.

Monsieur LeGault. What do you think he

is? Jean Metayer.

Her ladyship's secretary and what else?

Well, I know the old countess dead.

There was a son. Well, Count Maurice.

Yes, uh

would you ask him that uh Inspector

Maigret would like to talk to him.

Inspector Maigret? Oh, Count Maurice

never comes near here, the Monte Carlo

or Cannes. Well, can I have a word? Yes,

Monsieur LeGault. This way.

Uh what would you like? The gin is in

the bottles up

Um Why didn't Metayer, the secretary,

come down with the station wagon? What,

him get up for early? Mass old bless my

boots, no.

Cognac? No, thanks. Haven't had

breakfast. Well, I find cognac a very

good breakfast.

Now, tell me, my friend, why I shouldn't

sign that death certificate.

No reason at all. I'm sure you're right.

She died of a heart attack.

Oh.

I'm relieved.

Yes, and it wasn't the first.

She had one a little time ago, a slight

one.

That was when I warned them.

What caused it? Money.

The count never came here unless he

wanted money.

Then they quarreled.

Then she was ill. Hm.

You ever give her drugs? Oh, she

wouldn't take them. Sleeping pills? She

didn't need them. Hm. Didn't you hear

the gossip? Gossip? What about? Oh, no,

of course you wouldn't.

It's about Jean Metayer.

Oh, the young man who always sleeps.

Yes, until the summer Emile Gauthier

used to do her accounts. Hm.

And then along comes Jean Metayer.

Out goes Emile. Emile was the agent's

son.

Yes, Emile went out because the countess

is the sort of woman who can't live in a

house without a man about the place.

And the count wouldn't live here. Why?

Why? Well, for the same reason you never

married. You can't have two women in the

same house. Hm.

You wouldn't have a house large enough

for two women.

Tell me, was the countess a regular

churchgoer? Well, if you mean was it

predictable that the countess would

attend first mass today, you better ask

Father Damien. Well, as a reasonable

man, would you expect it?

Well, as a reasonable man, I haven't

been to church since I studied anatomy.

Uh said it is empty out.

Yes, [clears throat] it is.

I'm having my breakfast.

Yeah. Oh, is he?

Well, you better go and see him.

All right, then. Telephone him if you'd

rather.

That was Gauthier. He's going to try and

arrange for the funeral.

It seems that Count Maurice is not in

Monte Carlo. He's here at the Hotel de

France. He arrived last night. Is he?

Does he know about his mother? No, but

he will soon. Gauthier is telephoning

him.

And it seems the count is not alone.

Maurice. Maurice.

Hello, [sighs] darling.

What time is it?

It's nearly 11:00.

No.

No, Maurice.

There's a message.

All right, what is it?

It's your mother.

Well?

She's dead.

Dead?

But how?

I don't know.

At last I can take you to my home.

>> [music]

>> Sure you won't change your mind? No,

thanks.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Gauthier, sit

down.

Oh.

Here they are. Huh?

I better bring Frobert.

>> [music]

>> All right?

I'm terribly sorry about your mother,

Maurice.

Thank you, darling.

That's a funny thing. While she was

alive, nothing would have made me change

my way of life.

Now that she's dead

Where is old Gauthier?

Who's he?

Huh?

He's our agent.

Well, Gauthier. Hello, Monsieur Maurice.

Good to see you again. It's a long time

since you were here. Yes, used to look

much the same. Well, how are things?

Still going from bad to worse here?

How could things be worse with your

mother dead?

You don't get my point, do you,

Gauthier?

So, that's the young count. Yes, he's

quite a boy, is Maurice.

Oh, come on, let's go in.

Sonia.

Come on.

>> [clears throat]

>> Hello, Albert. Nice to see you again.

Thank you, Monsieur. Let me find you,

old rascal. Hello, Marie.

Monsieur Maurice.

Mademoiselle Vassiliev. Would you like

to go up?

>> Not for a moment. Where's Dr. B? Uh he's

in the library. Oh, come on, Gauthier.

Let me have your coat, Mademoiselle. Ah,

Dr. B. Ah, Maurice.

Oh,

you made me jump.

>> I'm sorry. I'm Sonia Vasiliev. Maigret?

Well, I've heard a lot about you.

You caught me out. What did I catch you

at? Counting the silver. Actually, it

wasn't like that.

I haven't been here before.

Maurice was very fond of her, you know.

But she didn't want to meet you. I

didn't want to meet her. Oh, I see. I

don't think you do.

I didn't want to meet her unless I was

going to marry Maurice. He wants to

marry you?

Yes and no.

Same with me.

Is it a question of money? No.

Temperaments.

But temperaments can be expensive.

Inspector, the count would like to speak

to you now.

Ah, Inspector.

My apologies. I took you for a person

from the local gendarmerie. Doctor

Bouchardon has just explained to me.

Monsieur le Comte. I'm glad you're here

and for reasons that Gauthier will

explain to you later, I'd be glad if

you'll remain.

Uh Emile, come in here a moment, will

you? Yes, Father. Uh Monsieur Maurice, I

believe you know my son works at the

bank.

He'll be able to tell you the exact

present state of the account. Oh, it's

quite simple, Monsieur. We're carrying a

large unsecured overdraft.

Unsecured?

What about all the other properties? The

farms? Well, all the farms were sold or

mortgaged and the Paris property was

sold last year, as you know. But I took

only a few thousand. What about the

rest? Well, it was reinvested against

our advice.

It's lost.

I'm afraid so.

What about my mother's personal

belongings? They must be worth

something. Well, the will must first be

proved.

I see.

Well, I shall go and pay my respects to

my dead mother. It appears that I can't

even afford a dark suit for a funeral.

Monsieur le Comte. Yes? May I ask you a

question? Yes, certainly, Inspector.

What brought you back to Saint-Fiacre

last night?

Is this curiosity? Yeah.

It was money. I wanted to borrow 40,000

francs because unless I pay a check for

that amount into my bank by the time it

opens tomorrow morning,

I shall probably go to prison.

Maurice.

Where is the count going to find that

kind of money? I don't know. Unless my

boots have a game. I've got some work to

do.

Inspector. Doctor.

Come in here a minute.

What will you need me for, Father? Uh

no, no, Emile. No, thank you.

I feel as if I've done something wrong.

How do you mean?

Well, whenever I was sent for to this

room, it meant I was in trouble.

It was darker then

and it used to smell of my father's

tobacco.

Oh.

Isn't that the old count's 12 bore? Uh

yes, yes, it's mine now. I bought the

bullets at various times. Uh do you do a

lot of shooting? No, no, very little.

Quite simply, it was to help her.

Mhm.

It's a beautiful gun, yes.

Hey, well, Monsieur Gauthier, what was

it that the count said you wanted to

tell me? It's about the will. Uh do sit

down, won't you, Inspector?

I imagine the chateau goes to the count.

Uh he's something of a liability.

What I very much fear is there'll be a

large bequest to the secretary. Mhm. Why

to him?

The countess seemed quite unable to

refuse him anything.

Before he came here, uh Matthieu used to

edit a small art magazine. Mhm.

Uh he said there was some printing

process he'd invented which only needed

a little more capital.

The countess indulged him.

He set up a company. There was an office

in Paris and he he used to play about at

the printing works in the town.

How much was lost? I'm not sure, but it

was lost.

Oh, you think it went into somebody's

pocket?

I warned Matthieu I should have to speak

to the countess. Recently? A few weeks

ago.

And uh did you?

I kept putting it off.

I'd give 10 years of my life to avoid a

scandal.

You'll understand that, Inspector.

But I couldn't be at peace if I thought

that Matthieu had got away with What?

I don't know.

I was going to say something

diabolically clever.

Show me where she was kneeling when you

first noticed her.

She was like this.

With her hands folded.

Uh

there were some women there, priest and

the old choir. No one in the back of the

church.

Ah, hello, Monsieur Gauthier. Father,

what can I do for you? I thought we'd

better have a word about the funeral.

Oh, yes, of course. Uh is Monsieur

Maigret here? Not to my knowledge, no. I

thought that was his car outside. Oh.

Perhaps they're in the church.

She had her hands on a book when she

started to fall. A book of devotion?

Yes, a program.

How can I help you? Yes, there was a

book here, a prayer book. Missing?

Perhaps it was collected after the

service. Well, I don't think so. Why

not, Monsieur Gauthier? Huh?

I really don't know. Well, no one else

sits here.

Mhm. And it should have been left here

and has disappeared between the time we

took her away and now. Yes, I suppose

so. Then why on earth

Jean-Pierre has something to say to you.

This is what we were looking for.

I found it, but I didn't take it.

>> carrying it home. How do you mean you

found it, but you didn't take it?

>> It was wrapped in my surplice. I'll show

you.

My surplice was here and it was wrapped

up in it.

But I was meant to take it.

Aren't you taught to hang up your

surplice?

Yes. And you've got a prayer book of

your own?

Not one like that.

Jean-Pierre, if when you think about it,

you remember that you didn't actually

find it wrapped in your surplice, come

and tell me, will you?

It might be worth 10 francs towards a

new one.

I'll think about it.

But I don't think I'll remember.

Can I go now, Father? Yes, yes. Off you

go.

I'll talk to that young man tomorrow.

Father, may I just see that? Oh.

Dramatic suicide in high places.

Monte Carlo, May 30th. Declaring that he

was outraged by a scandal affecting a

member of the family,

the well-known sportsman, Maurice de

Saint-Fiacre, shot himself last night.

What?

The most painful aspect of this tragedy

is that the scandal concerns his mother,

the dowager countess.

If it were true, it would be shocking to

publish it, but untrue.

Yeah.

Either way, with her heart in the state

it was in,

the shock would be bound to kill her.

>> [music]

>> Excuse me.

I really don't busy. Can we talk?

It's important.

It's important we get this issue to bed.

What is it you want?

Do you recognize this? The printing?

What about it?

It's your typeface.

Yes, we use it for small jobs.

Hand set. The paper?

Yes.

That's the kind of rubbish we get

nowadays.

Next week it's going up by 3%.

So this could have come from here.

What, that?

We take a pride in our job here.

Have you seen Jean Matthieu lately?

Who?

Young man from the chateau.

Oh, him.

Well,

no, I haven't seen him for a month or

two.

He comes and goes as he pleases.

Anything else? Not at the moment. Thank

you. Good.

Then I can get on with my work.

Your coffee, Madame.

Thank you.

Just in time. I've I've just finished.

Oh, Monsieur Matthieu. Madame.

May I have a word with you?

Yes, if you wish.

Do you smoke?

No, thank you.

I um

I need your advice on a personal matter.

The question is,

what shall I wear for the funeral? This

sort of black suit? Black as usual.

Count means to wear a gray suit. Well,

perhaps he hadn't packed for a sudden

death.

Pretends he hasn't got the money. It's

to attract sympathy. If I wear gray,

people will say, "Doesn't he care?"

Well, then you must wear the black. If I

go. Why shouldn't you go?

Well, you know, the inspector hasn't

asked to see me. And I spent all day

yesterday at the chateau waiting.

Do you think that's a bad sign?

Well, if you want to find out, here he

is now. No. Well, you must excuse me,

Madame. I'll see you. This is terrible.

He'll think I've been pumping you. Well,

so you are.

But she won't kill you for that.

Monsieur Meteye.

Just the man I wanted to see. Monsieur

Meteye has been complaining that you

haven't interviewed him yet. So, I'll

leave the two of you together.

You wanted to see me?

No.

Well, that is

Sit down.

Right. I'm interviewing you. Speak. I

wasn't making any complaint.

You'd better tell me.

Everybody thinks I was having a

scandalous affair with the countess.

It's true I liked her very much.

I don't get on very well with young

women.

Shared secrets together and laughed a

lot.

Monsieur, the women of our country never

really grow old. Not in their hearts.

Did she share the secret of your

printing activities?

Baptiste told me.

Monsieur,

do you believe me when I tell you that I

had nothing to do with you?

What about the investments? Did you know

about those? Of course. Don't you

understand? Something had to be done.

The estate was being eaten up to pay for

the count's follies.

>> [music]

[music]

>> Father Damien,

can I have a word with you?

Here you are.

I owe you 40,000 francs.

It isn't necessary.

It shouldn't be made out to me. Not to

you?

The name here should be Baptiste Vessel.

Vessel?

The organist, why him? He knew your

father.

He didn't want to see you arrested.

Where would he get 40,000 francs?

>> He's a thrifty man and a good man.

And you brought spiritual pressure to

bear, I have no doubt. For your mother's

sake, I wanted you to have time.

What for?

You still hoping I'll lead the good

life?

I shall pray for you. I resent your

interference with my soul.

My life is my own affair.

I'll change it when it pleases me, which

is likely to be never.

Well, everything has to come out.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Father, I don't like it any more than

you do.

She was my countess, too, you know.

Marie Louise Nicolari Babe, I courtesy

10th Countess of Saint-Fiacre. [music]

As a good Republican, I say Madame

Ribet,

may your bones rest in peace. The last

of the 48.

It was a good year for us. You're not

drinking, Father. Doctor B, don't you

think you've had enough? Oh, you can

give me a lift home, Father. Well,

here's someone who needs forgiveness.

Or a strong drink. Come, come, come. You

can cry after a wedding,

but after a funeral, it's considered

impolite not to celebrate the beautiful

fact of being alive. Excuse me, Monsieur

Gauthier. There's a young man wishes to

speak to you. Oh, well, I can't see him

now. He's in the hall. Huh?

Oh, very well.

Where's the count?

In the office with your son.

What's that? A receipt for the will.

Where do I sign?

Well, we might as well get on with it.

Remember that.

Wait here till you're sent for. Yes,

sir.

We all here, gentlemen?

Help me, thank you, Albert. Perhaps

Monsieur Emile will have something.

>> [clears throat]

>> What about you, Meteye?

Father Damien, you've got what you

wanted? Yes, thank you. Gauthier, how

about a drink for you?

Doctor B, help yourself, as I'm sure

you've done many times before. You won't

be needing any, Albert.

Well, gentlemen, we're all gathered

here, the beneficiaries of my mother's

will.

All except that is, Inspector

Maigret.

And we know why he's here.

Because one of us murdered my mother.

Maurice. Or deprived her of the will to

live.

Isn't that the same thing, Inspector?

That's for the public prosecutor to

decide.

>> But surely motive is all important.

Always.

Might be hatred or revenge, but

sometimes motive can be very curious.

It might be a twisted sense of duty,

even pity.

We're very lucky to have you here,

Inspector. We might have had some fool

from the local gendarmerie. Doctor B,

are you quite sure that it was heart

failure due to shock? Yes, quite sure.

You know, if you drink a little less,

you might be able to afford a new car.

I'd rather drink. My mother's left you a

choice of her cars.

Oh, her shape.

Oh, that's very kind of her.

Uh

There is, however, one under repair, if

you can pay the bill.

Theodore Gauthier, my father's guns,

which he seems to have acquired already.

And a silver punch bowl.

Father Damien, Vicar of Saint-Fiacre,

the income in trust from the Moulin

farm, which she sold 2 years ago.

And any 50 books from the library, you'd

better grab them quickly in case the

bank claim them. Isn't that right,

Emile? There'll have to be a valuation.

For you, there's a gold watch.

But I don't think you'd kill her for

that.

Then there's a codicil.

To my dear friend, Jean Meteye. It's not

true.

What isn't true? Well, that I knew what

it

That she meant That you were to get

100,000 francs. I told her not to, that

I didn't need it. I told her she'd live

another 20 years.

>> had enough already. Were you so greedy,

so impatient?

>> THAT'S A LIE. YOU HAD TO KILL HER WITH A

NEEDLE FULL OF POISON.

>> COUNT MAURICE. IT WAS YOU SHE WAS afraid

of. Always wanting money, FORCING HER TO

SELL.

>> COUNT MAURICE, you won't get at the

truth this way.

It's true that Monsieur Meteye had a

very strong motive.

Didn't he have the run of the prince's

works?

No, it opened onto a

public yard. It was often left

unattended.

>> Does he deny he's an expert printer?

Exactly. An expert.

But this press cutting was very badly

done by an amateur.

>> Inspector.

Yes. Before you go any further. The boy,

Jean-Pierre, is here to see you. It

concerns the prayer book. Where is he?

Outside in the hall.

Fetch him in.

Jean-Pierre.

Well, Jean-Pierre, what have you got to

tell me? Uh you promised me 10 francs if

I remembered. Ah, you remembered that

you didn't actually find the prayer

book.

Yes, sir. You deserve 10 francs for

confessing to a lie.

>> steal it.

Somebody asked me for it. Who asked you?

Must I say? I don't think you know what

the truth is, Jean-Pierre.

Well, do I get the 10 francs?

>> When you finish remembering who asked

you.

He did.

Count Maurice? No, no. Him. I don't know

his name.

Never spoken to him in my life.

Why didn't you say this before? He said

no one was to know. He promised me 50

francs. It seems you'd say anything for

money, Jean-Pierre. I saw him at the

chateau.

Well, I thought it would be all right.

When did I speak to you?

Uh just before second mass.

In the road.

It's a lie. Is it?

I didn't leave the chateau ALL DAY. NO

DOUBT YOU CAN prove that. Here's your 10

francs.

Boy. Let him go. Gauthier, call the boy

back.

>> No, Gauthier, let him tell more lies.

They didn't sound like lies to me. No,

of course not, but he didn't take in

Father Damien this morning.

The boy said that he'd found the prayer

book. But we thought that he'd stolen

it. And that's exactly what he did.

>> Because he was bribed. No, he stole the

prayer book simply because he saw it

lying there.

But that prayer book was meant to fall

into the hands of the police.

The press cutting

had a dual function.

It was intended to kill the countess

and to incriminate Meteyard.

And then nothing happens.

Meteyard is here,

but he doesn't arrest anyone.

So, the boy is bribed to point a finger

at Meteyard.

How much did you pay him, Count Maurice?

You read out what we get. What about

you? Don't you inherit the estate?

>> is worthless.

>> you didn't know that. You came here to

borrow 40,000 francs from your mother.

You were furious when I wouldn't let you

near her when you telephoned on

Saturday. Uh Mr. Maurice stayed at the

hotel on Saturday night. He didn't come

to the chateau. How could he have put

the cutting into the prayer book?

Father? Huh?

I'm I'm not for one moment accusing

Count Maurice, but he did come to the

chateau on Saturday night. Huh?

You didn't tell me this. I I was in the

office. I was working late on some

papers for the Chamber of Commerce, and

I I heard a noise out here. I came out.

That window was open, and when I looked

into the hall,

Count Maurice was going up the stairs.

Then Father Damien came out of the

countess's bedroom.

You've done very well, Emile. It's

perfectly true I was here.

I wanted to see my mother alone without

the presence of that damned rogue.

Father Damien had been preparing her for

confession. He said that he had been

examining her soul, and he implied that

I would do well to examine mine. That

wasn't the whole truth. Father Damien is

in dilemma. He sees me on the one hand

as a waster and a murderer.

And on the other as a soul that might be

saved by a confession

if I was given time.

I had meant to help myself to my

mother's jewels. Maurice

>> I had no idea they belonged to Emile's

bank.

I admit it wouldn't have made any

difference. That wasn't the confession I

meant.

I'm afraid it'll have to do.

I probably killed my mother.

Not intentionally,

but by living the life I saw fit.

And whose pardon must I ask for that?

My mother's?

No, it's too late.

But I shall never forgive myself until I

found the uh

the villain who murdered her.

Personally, I think Jean-Pierre was

telling the truth.

All right, Inspector, bring in your

policemen. Turn the place upside down.

You have my permission. Doctor, is there

anything left in that bottle? Father,

you're still standing there with a glass

of wine, or does it all belong to the

bank?

What about you, Meteyard?

Why are you drinking?

You can't take this with you. Inspector,

uh

can I have a word with you? Mr.

Goodyear?

In private.

Well, Mr. Goodyear, what do you want to

tell me?

Inspector, I uh

I hope you won't be offended if I offer

you my help. You've helped me already.

I mean in a different way.

I believe you'll rather not make an

arrest.

Is there some other solution?

If the person concerned

knew there was no hope,

there might be

a fatal accident.

That might be a solution. It's the only

possible solution, surely, if we're to

save the family name from being dragged

through the courts.

What if you What difference does little

as any others?

Think what a sensation the people would

make out of the relationship between the

countess and Meteyard, however innocent

it might have been.

Think what they'd make of the sort of

life the countess led.

Such a thing is unthinkable.

Go on.

Well,

there there can be no doubt in your mind

as to who did this thing, surely.

What's this help you're going to offer

me?

The asking of the one fatal question.

What questions do I ask?

There's one thing I think you've missed.

The report said the count took his own

life at the villa of Sonya Vasiliev.

Well, the count only met the young lady

a few months ago.

She's unknown in this neighborhood.

Only Meteyard had access to private

letters. Only he could possibly know

about this girl.

I found this yesterday.

It's from the count to his mother asking

her to receive Sonya Vasiliev.

And you think that if I were to face him

with this, he'd have no alternative but

to

have a fatal accident.

What else can he do?

Think of his position.

Hm.

Your reasoning [snorts] is very good

up to a point,

but I have some further information.

I paid a visit this morning to the land

registry.

It seems that the eight farms which were

sold by private treaty for a quarter of

their real value

were sold to a company called Land

Developments. My son advised. They They

always had ready cash.

Did your son know that 48 of the shares

were owned by Baptiste Vassal,

a deaf organist who was able to produce

40,000 new francs to give the count?

Did your son know that the other 52

shares were owned by you?

He didn't.

Is this your

first step to get your hands on the

chateau itself?

Where did I make my mistake?

You made two.

You didn't rehearse Jean-Pierre enough.

He looked at you before he pointed at

Meteyard.

And the other?

You quoted the press cutting as saying

that

the count took his own life at the villa

of Sonya Vasiliev.

She is mentioned in the cutting,

but not in the part that I read out.

No one could have known

unless they'd seen that cutting before

it was put in the prayer book.

Do you still think that Meteyard should

have a fatal accident?

I'll pay the repair bills. I'll pay I'll

pay all these All these bottles are

empty, you doctor. Would you mind

agitating the bell?

Emile.

Inspector,

is anything wrong?

Uh I think you should have a word with

your father.

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>> A car, Madame X.

Father.

Uh Father, we just came to say goodbye.

>> Are you going? Hm.

But uh I just wanted to say don't be too

hard on Jean-Pierre.

We shall see.

If you were Jean-Pierre, wouldn't you do

what you were told by the agent of the

chateau, the most important man in the

district?

Perhaps.

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