All language subtitles for Maigret - Liberty Bar 1960

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>> Oh, Gina,

I'm so worried, dear.

What about the car? You know, you

haven't driven any much. Do you think

you can manage?

>> I don't know, but what else can we do?

We'll have to risk it.

Now, Mama, are we ready?

>> I don't know, dear. I really don't know.

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

let's go.

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>> Gina, Gina, look. I know.

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>> Oh.

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>> Come on, come on. We have to walk.

Come on.

Hurry, Mama, hurry.

Come on, for heaven's sake.

Hurry. I'm hurrying.

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>> Ah, there you are. Did you see what you

wanted?

Yes. What do you make of it?

Very peculiar. It's a pity it had to

happen here. Hm? You could see the other

villas. Wealth, taste, luxury. Is that

him? Yes.

What was he, this William Brown?

Australian. He kept some good liqueurs.

I mean, what did he do for a living?

Nothing. He must have had private means.

Hm.

Anything in this secret service

business? Well, you've seen the local

papers. He worked for the Deuxième

Bureau during the war. Well, do you

think there's anything in it? We'll find

out. It did have to happen at the

beginning of the season. That was why we

wanted it hushed up.

>> Not hushed up, cleared up. My

instructions are the case requires

tactful handling. So, I've come 600

miles to be tactful. I wonder why.

You'll find things easy here. Sunshine,

flowers, beautiful women. Yet we live On

the Riviera, we live and let live.

William Brown was murdered.

>> Yes. Curaçao, Chartreuse?

He was stabbed right in the middle of

the back and bled to death.

But perhaps you'd prefer Scotch? Scotch.

How long did he last? Dirty.

Well, the women swear that he drove home

here

and then walked to the door before he

died. With the knife in his back?

Without the knife in his back.

Water, soda? Neat.

These two women,

he lived with them for 10 years.

They kept him in the house for 3 days

dead in this weather. Then they buried

him in the garden and ran off. You've

sent for them?

They're on their way.

They can't explain why they kept him

lying stiff on the divan there

for all that time.

The only explanation that I can see is

that they were too refined to notice a

corpse in the drawing room.

Oh, damnation, there they come.

Another Scotch?

Well, you'll need it for this couple.

The daughter reeks of scent. It knocks

you sideways.

Come in, ladies.

All right, thank you. You can wait.

Will no one introduce us? Chief

Inspector Maigret is from Paris. Such

manners.

Inspector,

this is my daughter, Gina, poor dear

William's wife.

>> You've come all the way from Paris to

save us from these dreadful police. They

actually arrested us as if we would ever

have hurt poor dear William.

>> Inspector Maigret will understand. Poor

William came back to die in my arms.

>> Putting us in a very awkward position.

>> Yes. Well, will you sit down, please?

Yes.

I'll leave you to it. Perhaps you'd care

to wait outside on the balcony.

>> Gladly.

Well, now,

what sort of a man was he to live with?

William was an ideal husband. Yes, we

all sat together in the evenings.

William sat there? Yes. Hm.

What did he do?

William?

I I did my embroidery.

I'm very fond of reading.

What did William do? Nothing. Oh, he

just liked being with us.

You mean to say you just

sat here like this every evening for 10

years?

Sometimes we listened to the radio.

William liked to spend all his time at

home. The odd thing is, you're rather

like William, don't you think so, Mama?

>> I noticed it myself as soon as I saw

him.

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>> Do you mind? Oh, not at all. Poor dear

William sometimes used to smoke pipe.

>> Yes. Well, let's talk about last

Saturday, shall we?

What time did he come home?

He drove home about 5:00 and staggered

up the path as if

Gina.

As if he was drunk?

Hm. Then what happened? I called out

from the window that he could come in

when he'd sobered up. Splendid. You've

convinced me of your innocence. Oh,

thank you.

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

Just a moment, madam. Give me a few more

honest answers and perhaps you won't go

back to prison.

>> Anything, Inspector. Anything rather

than that.

Did he often come home drunk? Only when

he went to get the money. On the 1st of

every month.

Saturday was the 5th.

Well, the

the fact is, we haven't been quite frank

with you, Inspector.

>> Oh. Our natural desire not to speak ill

of the dead. He always stayed away when

he went to get the money. Hm. For how

long?

Two or three days, sometimes more.

>> Otherwise, he never left us. Where'd he

get this money from? He wouldn't tell

us. Eh,

he wasn't very conversational about

money. Hm. Did you ever try to find out?

Well,

I followed him once or twice. He put his

car in a garage in Cannes and then

vanished until he came home here sodden

with drink.

>> With barely enough money to last us the

month.

When he fell through the door dying, why

didn't you get the police?

Well,

it was a question of property. William

and I were not precisely married.

>> Married? It was most unfortunate, but he

already had a wife in Australia. She

could have claimed the house and

everything in it.

>> And a lot of the furniture belonged to

me. We knew there was a will.

>> Leaving everything to me.

>> But we couldn't find it. I see.

Well, if you wanted the house, why did

you run away?

I admit we were foolish. We just

panicked. You see, we'd taken it for

granted that William had been stabbed in

some drunken brawl.

>> And then we had a terrible thought.

Supposing he was still mixed up with

spies.

>> They might think he was still alive and

we were guarding him.

>> Two defenseless women. So, you buried

him in the garden. Well, what else could

we do?

Did you look in his pockets? Yes. We

found very little. Some money, about 500

francs. What else? Only rubbish.

Will you get them for me, please?

Will you help me, madam?

Everything we took away was our own

property, Inspector. I understand

perfectly.

You know, he wasn't my idea of a

complete gentleman. Sometimes he wore

his pajamas for days. He even drove me

to the village in them. Oh, it was most

embarrassing. I think he only did it to

annoy us.

We take.

Finish?

No.

He sounds quite a character, this

William Brown. That's woman's scent.

Mhm. How the devil could he put up with

those two for 10 years?

10 years.

Endless evenings.

Mother with her needlework, daughter

with her pulp magazines, nothing but the

radio to relieve the monotony.

The tape left on.

Mhm. Well, apparently looked a little

like me.

So, it seems he had his day now and

then.

This is all we've got.

Thank you. Will you put them down?

Did William ever take you to a cafe with

slot machines?

>> Oh, we would never enter any such place.

Thank you, ladies. Will you wait in the

other room?

Why are you letting them go?

Yeah.

What have you got there? I found them in

his pocket. But slot machines were made

illegal months ago. You won't find one

on the Riviera.

Well, I can but try.

Tell the ladies they can stay here.

I'll be in touch.

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>> I'm Yaya.

But Yaya you can call me. Where are you

from?

Paris.

Criminal Justice. It's about William.

Come on in.

I knew one of you was to get here in the

end. I told you, Jan, they're taking

William seriously. This is Jan. He's a

good boy. You don't mind if we go on

eating.

Eat up, Jan.

He doesn't understand a word. He's

Swedish.

Oh, and this is Sylvie, William's

goddaughter, but not in a religious way.

I'll make some more salad. He eats a

lot, this Jan.

Do you live here?

Sometimes she does and sometimes she

doesn't. What does she do?

Well, now, Inspector.

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>> She's a good girl.

Have you had your dinner? Yes.

>> If you haven't, just speak up. We don't

stand on ceremony here.

At least you'll have a glass of wine.

Fetch a glass for the Inspector, Sylvie.

William took to her.

She used to tell him all her troubles.

It's been a great blow.

Was there ever anything between William

and her? Never. It's not true.

What's it got to DO WITH YOU ANYHOW?

>> NO, NO, SYLVIE. The Inspector meant no

harm. Sit down and get on with your

dinner.

Well.

I

go.

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

dinner. Yeah.

He's very quiet.

He's from a yacht. He brought us the

meat.

Well, here's good health. This is some

of William's whiskey. Would you like a

drop? I'm going to get dressed. That's a

good girl.

Just too thin.

William used to worry about her.

Did she first come here with William?

Oh, no. She's only been here 2 years.

She came down from Paris for the season.

She was sitting in the corner crying,

poor kid. She didn't have enough money

for a bed, so I took her in.

Does she bring her customers here? Oh,

no, never. There are plenty of hotels in

Cannes.

Mhm.

She just stayed on because she's a

friend, that's all.

How long have you known William?

Since his rich days.

And the way he used to throw his money

around. How did he lose his money?

I never asked. I'm not the worrying

sort.

Was he here last week?

For 2 or 3 days.

Mhm.

Well, now, did he spend much money here?

Money?

Oh, he'd do a little shopping, maybe buy

a few drinks or

settle the gas bill.

Did he seem

sad? Sad? You couldn't say that.

We like to take it easy here. We like a

little talk, a little drink, and maybe a

little cry.

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>> Tell me about Saturday.

He left about 2:00, just after lunch.

Two?

He didn't arrive at his own house until

5:00.

You know, you look just like William

sitting there.

What did you do when he went?

Oh, it was a hot day, sleepy.

I just sat here. My eyes kept closing.

I must have slept for hours.

Poor William.

Did he say where he was going?

Never asked. We don't ask questions

here.

Are you off now, dear?

When did you leave on Saturday? She left

10 minutes before William. Where'd you

go?

What a question. Down at the harbor?

Where? Anywhere. And now, if you don't

mind.

Hello, Yaya. Oh, this is Giovanni. He's

a waiter at the casino. Hello.

Giovanni, don't you think the Inspector

looks like William?

You knew William Brown?

Well,

a little bit. Oh, no, no, Giovanni.

We've all had drinks together. Not that

Giovanni ever gets drunk. I just dropped

in to pass on a tip. So, you back

horses? No, then

I'll come back later.

He'll lose. He always does.

It's very hard on Sylvie, poor kid.

But he's a good boy.

And a girl has to have a friend. We all

need friends.

William and I have seen a lot together.

I'm going to miss him.

Poor William.

Will you have another drink? Sorry,

Yaya. I've got to go.

Well, drop in again anytime.

That's enough, Yaya. What do YOU KNOW

ABOUT IT?

WILLIAM AND I WERE THE SAME KIND.

You would not understand.

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>> Anything known?

She's never caused any trouble. She uses

the half-hour hotels.

Can you get me a list of them?

Certainly, sir.

What do you know about Liberty Bar? Oh,

funny place, that.

Kept us guessing for quite a while.

At one time we thought Yaya might be

trading in drugs, but there was nothing

like that. Quite harmless. Oh, yes.

Home mother Yaya has an irresistible

attraction for a certain type.

Older men who've seen it all.

Yes, that's about it. And now, they just

want to sit and drink and reminisce.

What do you know Sylvie's boyfriend,

Giovanni?

Oh, we know all about him. We keep an

eye on him because he's always at the

races.

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

Ah, my dear Maigret, there you are.

I thought you got lost in our beautiful

town.

I've got news for you, but first, do you

want to see the corpse? No. Guer? Sir?

Get down to the Antibes police mortuary.

Tell them they can screw down the

coffin. Very good, sir.

His son has turned up. William Brown has

a son now. Three sons and a wife in

Australia. They grow wool. They have a

sheep station about the size of France.

We're all probably wearing some of

Brown's sheep. Well, what about this son

who's turned up? He's Harry Brown. He's

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

from oh, from

Hamburg, from Liverpool. He collects

wool from ships.

What did he say about his father?

He rings every hour to say how quick and

how much.

He wants a fast funeral. The hearse has

to be at the mortuary at 7:00. 7:00

tomorrow morning.

That's so that nobody can come.

It'll be unlucky.

You could tell them our team women. You

can tell them our team.

Want to see them there.

William had friends in Cannes.

He was one of the family.

Must all come and pay their last

respects. The team women obviously not

in his class.

No, they're much too refined for

William.

Where's Harry Brown now? He's taking a

suite of rooms in Juan-les-Pins. At a

hotel? The Provençal.

Ah.

Can you get this across to the Liberty

Bar right away?

It's for Fat Yaya. Yes, sir. Thank you.

Well, how do I get to Juan-les-Pins? By

car, of course.

Oh, by the way, there was a character

[snorts] called Jan when I got to

Liberty Bar. Find out what he was doing

on Saturday afternoon.

>> Right. Excuse me, sir. Do you want the

list? It's nearly finished.

>> Well, I'll pick it up tomorrow, if I

have time. If I still need it.

Will you see the inspector now, Mr.

Brown? Right. Right, Harris. Very good,

sir.

750 Total line of women, please. Mr.

Brown see the inspector right away.

Hello?

Yes. Yes, put them through. No, cable.

Excuse me, sir. Stockholm coming on the

line again. Yes, that's block 30. We

still have no information. Tell them

I'll call within 24 hours.

>> Very good, sir. Dock strike, Genoa,

continues to Thursday.

Pending shipments will need rerouting.

Investigate availability shipping

directed in late

Confirm position yours

Advise delay shipment block 14. Who do

you think it is, sir?

Flying tomorrow. Confirm position

Friday. Late. Excuse me, sir. Chief

Inspector Maigret to see you, sir. Yes,

well, show him in. He is in, sir.

Oh, yes.

All right, I can give him 5 minutes.

Very good, sir. Urgent. Mr. Brown

waiting for 5 minutes.

Forecast after standard block 30.

Last to Sweden needs immediate

confirmation. Mr. Brown? Yes. Ed, just

down the hall. Excuse me.

Negotiations, Stockholm, standstill

until this information is to hand. Get

that off the wire, will you, Harris?

Yes.

Excuse me, I'm very busy.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Well,

this is an annoying affair.

Positively. It's always annoying to find

a knife between your shoulder blades.

Check that out in the next room, Harris,

will you?

No calls through here for the moment.

Very good, sir.

I better tell you the facts.

Because if you don't understand the

situation, you may put your foot in it.

Must be avoided at all costs. Yes.

Have a drink.

Thank you.

My father's caused us a lot of trouble.

Now that he's dead,

we don't want it all

stirred up again.

But if you think we kicked him out and

left him to rot over here because of

some family quarrel, you're wrong.

Water, please.

No.

No.

It wasn't like that at all.

How was it?

He left us.

Came to Paris years ago on a business

trip. Up to then he'd been a perfectly

normal, hard-working wool merchant.

France ruined him.

Really?

He never came back.

Left my mother alone with one of the

largest sheep stations in Australia.

Well, the business seems to survived.

And then because she and my uncle

managed to take affairs out of his

hands.

Is there anything we could do to stop

him spending? The amount of money he

simply threw away was fantastic. I

believe he bought a yacht. Yes.

Must have floated it on champagne.

Gambled away thousands at the casinos.

Then there were girls from night clubs.

Seemed to have lost all

all sense of dignity. Needn't go into

details. So, you cut off his source of

supply? We made him an allowance. Yes.

How much?

It was paid into a bank in Cannes.

100 francs a month.

Only 1,500 new francs. If we'd given him

any more, he'd have gone and thrown it

away.

Suppose he got fed up. Decided to go to

go back to Australia.

From time to time he'd write and

threaten to come back.

Just to annoy us.

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

He was never meant it. He was completely

soaked in the French way of life. At the

lowest level, of course.

He'd gone native. Exactly.

The worst of it is I'm pretty sure that

he enjoyed it.

Extraordinary.

Well, Inspector,

I did say 5 minutes.

I'm sure you'll appreciate that I have a

great deal to do.

One more question, Mr. Brown.

Where were you on Saturday between 2:00

and 5:00?

Saturday? I was in Marseille.

You didn't see your father on that day?

>> I haven't seen him for years.

Mhm.

Thank you, Mr. Brown.

We should meet again.

At the funeral.

Find out about the funeral. Yes, but

look what we've got.

Morning, everyone.

You haven't seen these people in the

hotel. No. Why?

Mourners.

But we don't want them at our funeral.

Is it time for Sylvie to get some

flowers from the market? Yes, she's got

time. Oh, you're right. I didn't we

think of flowers. We have some lovely

flowers in the garden.

These the women he lived with?

Poor William.

Did you find out anything about Jan?

Yes, I took messages for him from

Cannes. The Swede is a steward on a

large yacht. And he was not aboard on

Saturday afternoon.

We have a list of the half hour tellers

for you.

And are you checking on the girls?

I have to make a start somewhere. I'll

take William's photo of the blonde as

well. But she's not his type. She's Oh,

she's too undernourished. Just the same,

he's looking into it.

Mr. Brown.

Morning.

My phone's here. Everything ready?

Yes, yes. Have you met these ladies?

Madame Martine

and Georgina. So, you're William's son.

And this is Fat Yaya. Oh, I knew your

father well.

Oh, good. You got the flowers.

Another of your father's friends.

Watch carefully.

One of them killed

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>> Double or single? Police.

You had that man staying here?

Might have, might not. Don't look at

their faces. See the register. No, it's

all business. Hotel incognito, that's

what we are. Your mother's girl.

Oh, yes, yes.

She's upstairs.

Room seven, Monsieur and Madame Laroche.

Albert?

Yes. At number seven, have they ordered

drinks? No, nothing at all. Well, they

won't be long, then.

If you'd like a drink while you're

waiting, there's a little cafe down

there.

>> officer.

Well, even police are human.

I thought he was that chap who was here

the other day. You remember?

The crazy fellow who brought in all the

flowers. Just a minute.

Is this the man who looked like me? Man

with the flowers? I couldn't say.

What does that mean? I'm not sure.

Was the man with the flowers here with

Sylvie? I couldn't say. You better ask

her.

>> Well, when was he here? Come on, was it

Saturday? I don't remember.

What about you?

Do you remember?

Where's the nearest flower shop? One on

the corner?

Monsieur?

Give it to me.

>> What's wrong? I've got to go.

>> you better sit down, Yaya.

Who's your boyfriend? Giovanni?

I saw him hanging around just before the

funeral, but I missed him afterwards.

Did he come here to meet you?

No. No. Call police headquarters.

Inspector Boutique.

You want me to use handcuffs?

Hello. Police? Police.

Do I have to pay for the call? I got to

give a card same as anyone else.

At police headquarters?

Hotel Beau Sejour here.

Yes, I am calling you. Inspector

Boutique.

And just a minute.

Boutique, Maigret.

Brown is leaving today. He must be

stopped.

I don't care. Tell him anything you'd

like, but he's not to leave.

Except 75 centimes.

Open your bag, Sylvie. No.

That's a lot of money.

An awful lot of money.

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

I tried to cry, but the tears would not

come. I'm not built for funerals

anymore.

Oh, you're savvy, Jan. A seat.

Ankles. Pour me another drink, there's a

good boy.

>> Yeah.

You again? Clear out.

I said clear out. Sorry, I'll come back

later.

So, you mean

>> Sit down.

20,000 francs. Oh, no, my poor Sylvie.

She got it from Harry Brown. Well, what

have you got to say? Nothing. I'm

waiting.

>> You can wait all day, you dirty brute.

>> What have you got to say? Oh, no, why

don't we all have a drink and make

friends again? What do you know about

this? Mhm, just nice, crisp notes. She

wouldn't earn that in a year. Today she

got it in 20 minutes. Explain it.

Maybe he took a fancy to her at the

funeral.

So, you're not going yet? No.

How long will you be staying?

Until one or other of you talks.

Or maybe until someone else comes in for

the share out.

You will feel better when you've had a

drink.

>> I'll have a clean glass.

Hello, Yaya.

In the kitchen.

DON'T TELL HIM ANYTHING, GIOVANNI.

I've nothing to tell. I'm sorry, sir.

You could thank her for the money.

Money? Yes, she got it for you.

What's the matter?

>> Sit down.

Where did you come from?

I've

been to get my identity card renewed.

You're an Italian, huh? Born in Milano.

When did you first meet Harry Brown?

Who is he? William Brown.

>> Now, listen then, Brazini.

I suppose you'll admit to being Sylvie's

lover.

Depends what you mean. Come on, come on.

You're what's politely known as her

protector.

What hold have you got on Harry Brown?

I suppose

she did it for the money. She's pretty

enough, huh? Now, why don't we all have

a little drink and stop this argument?

Oh.

I give you exactly 30 seconds to tell me

how you got the money.

I I I

Anybody want

I want some beer. There's no beer in

this bar.

Anything you've got to say to me?

Say it direct to me.

Well?

Fine.

I'm arresting you and you. Not Yaya. SHE

KNOWS NOTHING, I SWEAR SHE DOESN'T.

>> NOT TAKING SYLVIE.

NOT MY LITTLE SYLVIE. GOODBYE, YAYA.

NO, [laughter] NO,

SYLVIE. NO, NO.

OH.

OH.

OH.

But Mr. Brown has been trying to contact

Inspector Boutique for some hours now.

Surely you have some idea when he'll be

back.

>> Don't you say another thing to me.

Get this right to type those out. Give

me the general layout and then get back

to me. This is Brown. Now, look here.

I have extremely urgent business in

Berlin. It's essential that I catch the

evening plane. These papers about my

father's house can't be sent on to me.

Why on earth should I wait here until

they're prepared? Come in.

This is nonsense. Will you kindly tell

Inspector Boutique is it that I should

be leaving tonight? Oh.

Stopped at the airport.

Sit down, madam. On what grounds?

This is preposterous.

Will you tell Inspector Boutique to call

me the moment he returns.

Now, madam.

I

>> What can I do for you? I have come, but

I don't know

>> You've come to tell me about my father.

>> No, no, not William. I have a message. A

message from Giovanni. He's a good boy.

Giovanni?

Sylvie's boyfriend. Oh, he spends a

little money on the races, but if the

money doesn't go one way, it goes the

other.

>> a message? Giovanni says, but then you

only had a moment. He said if I told

you, you'd get him out.

Out of where? They put him in prison.

Really?

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

You know why.

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

they put Sylvie in prison, too. Do you

want me to send you home by taxi? He

said he didn't want to tell the police

about you know what.

Have you come here to blackmail me?

What? Didn't you get enough money out of

my father? You.

You.

Why did she come?

To get her friends out of prison.

You took a girl to Beau Sejour.

Suppose we call that an indiscretion.

You gave her 20,000 francs.

Now you refuse to help her. Yes. Why?

This is what I bought for 20,000 francs.

My father's will.

Oh.

Who had it?

Soon after the funeral, a man came to

see me. I gather his name is Giovanni.

He showed me a copy and said I could buy

the original if I went to a certain

Italian camp. How did Giovanni get it?

He stole it. When my father was drunk.

When your father was murdered, you

bought it back again.

>> It was my duty to do so.

Mhm. I thought your father had nothing

to leave.

Well, it only had nuisance value.

Morally, the property belongs to my

mother.

Factually, it belongs to my mother. And

legally? Legally, there's a fine shadow

over that.

He was still fighting for what he

claimed were his rights.

He knew he couldn't win, so he took

advantage of the situation to annoy us.

He hired shady lawyers to keep the

dispute open. Sent the bills to us, of

course.

His death must have been a relief to

you.

Yes.

If he had the decency to die without

making a will.

We've stood a lot. And now, do you see

who he's left his non-existent fortune

to?

Then Martin,

Gina,

Yaya, Sylvie.

Appalling women.

All four of them turning up in

Australia.

Sylvie, yeah, yeah. She made up absurd

claims on our property which we laughed

out of the country.

Your father meant it as a joke.

>> Exactly. An unpleasant, embarrassing

joke. It was typical of him.

Tell me.

Is it legal in Australia to destroy a

will?

It's not my habit in any country to

break the law.

I hope

>> Destroy the will. It's in your hands.

You may do as you think fit. But I

assure you that in the end the Brown

family will win. Yes.

Are you prepared to swear on oath that

you've never seen this will until after

your father's death? Yes.

I've never met any of these dreadful

people before. I hope I never do again.

Right.

Your father fond of flowers?

Sorry. Stupid question.

I have bigger partners, sir.

Sorry. I'm just going.

Cancel my flight.

I thought we were finished here.

Now, I'm not so sure.

But aren't you sure that William Brown

bought the flowers at that shop?

>> Pretty sure. But anyway, I want those

Come in there. Right. Here. Get down to

the flower shop.

Take Yaya to Inspector Maigret at the

flower shop on the corner. I'll collect

the Martin within and see you there.

Very good.

Thank you, madam. Thank you very much.

Oh, good evening, monsieur. You want

some flowers? Some help, madam. Did this

man ever bought flowers

I remember. He was so nice. Mhm. When

did he buy them?

I think it was last Saturday. Last

Saturday afternoon. He bought a lot of

flowers and one like this for his

buttonhole.

It looked so strange. Some clothes do

not suit a buttonhole.

And some do. Thank you. You like it? You

should have it.

Was anyone with him? No.

Did you see anyone waiting for him? No.

I imagine she was waiting in the hotel.

>> The concierge? Yes. You see, he was so

nice. I went to the door to watch him

go. You can see the hotel from here. He

crossed the road and I saw him go in.

Was anyone else watching him? Oh, yes.

There were quite a few people about.

>> Women? Yes.

Uh can you describe any of them?

Well, I do not seem to notice women so

much.

>> this girl?

No.

I do not remember seeing her in the

street at the time we're talking about.

Now, I've asked for some other women to

be brought here

and I'd like you to tell me if you can

recognize any of them. Well, it is very

late, but

I will keep open for you. You're very

patient, madam.

Here.

When I did this for him,

he looked as if he wanted to kiss me.

That is happiness.

You know, you look a little like him.

Mhm.

Uh do you know this man?

Giovanni Ambrosini?

He's not the type I remember if I

noticed him about. I'm sorry.

There here. Take a good look.

What did you do last night? Good

evening, ladies. Oh, Inspector, what a

charming man they've sent.

>> Inspector Maigret.

Uh forgive me for bringing you all this

way to ask you one question.

When William came home on Saturday, was

he wearing a buttonhole?

William never wore a buttonhole in his

life. He wasn't the type.

Thank you, ladies.

You care to choose yourselves some

flowers? Inspector, you're too kind.

Oh.

But wait, it is very difficult. I do not

know.

Take a closer look.

Did you get anything out of Giovanni?

Not yet.

She doesn't know anything.

You better go back to headquarters and

work on it. And Sylvie?

You see Sylvie with me.

I'll get rid of the Martins. I'll join

you at headquarters.

Where's Yaya? She's not there.

Drinking away across Cannes. Come on.

Oh, Inspector, I do hope we haven't been

too extravagant.

How much, madam? I will soon tell you.

Nothing to add?

No.

Have this typed up. Get him to sign it

and take him away. Come on.

Ah.

Any luck? Yes.

He admits picking Harry Brown and

stealing the will when William was

drunk. Mhm. How did he know about it?

They were Yaya celebrating William's

birthday a month ago.

William started talking about the will.

He pulled it out and waved it around.

Mhm.

When [snorts] did Giovanni steal it?

Last Friday.

He says he wanted a copy of it just for

information, then to just slip it back.

William was killed the next day, very

conveniently.

Did Yaya know he'd stolen it? No,

neither did Sylvie according to him.

I can't make Sylvie out. Did she get

anything out of it?

What did she admit? Meeting William at

the hotel? All that flower business?

>> nothing. She just sits there like a

stone.

You know, my guess is that

Harry Brown, hearing of the will,

suggested killing William. He obviously

hated his father.

And then Sylvie acted as a decoy to get

him to the spot.

And then Giovanni did the deed and

Harry was told to take the money to the

hotel.

I can't see Harry Brown facing blackmail

for the rest of his life. I think Sylvie

and Giovanni must have had a deal

between them.

Kill William, got hold of the will, and

then approached Harry Brown. Mhm. Well,

it looks like it, but William was one of

the family.

Suppose Giovanni was jealous.

Sylvie went off with William. Giovanni

follows.

He kills him in a in a fit of jealous

rage, then threatens to involve Sylvie

unless she keeps her mouth shut. Uh I

don't think Giovanni was passionately in

love with Sylvie. She was more in love

with him. What's the answer?

Yaya is the only one who can make Sylvie

talk. So it fits the alibi? No.

I'll go over there see if she's gone

back.

Tell them to

release Sylvie. Bring her back home.

Give her time to get there first. Right.

Yaya feet bad. Walking bad. Yes, Yaya

has walked a lot today. What about last

Saturday? Where were you last Saturday

between 2:00 and 5:00?

Here.

Alone. Everybody go.

Alone?

Yaya wasn't here on Saturday?

No.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I must have a glass. Two glasses. You

better lie down for a minute.

Oh.

Is that where William slept? On the

divan.

There was nowhere else. And Sylvie? If

she was here, she came in with me.

Yaya.

Are you sure that William wasn't in love

with Sylvie? Oh, he was fond of Sylvie.

He was fond of I don't want to talk

about it.

I've got I must have a drink. I really

must.

>> Oh, my poor Sylvie.

What is the name of that prison they've

taken her to? They say you can't talk.

You can't even

But you're not going there, are you?

It's Sylvie who

Sylvie, no. Not Sylvie.

William and I kept the bottle.

I

What else did you keep in there?

Nothing.

They're William's. I kept them.

You loved William, didn't you? We got

on. We were the same kind.

Didn't you?

He loved me.

Where did you get this?

>> [gasps]

[laughter]

>> Yaya. Help me.

Oh.

She's ill.

Get a doctor. Right away.

Where did you get that?

I thought it would

Oh, Yaya.

No. No.

It's all your

You stole him from me. Oh, Sylvie. It's

not true. It's not what she thinks.

I never suspected a thing.

Making up to my face and then behind my

back.

>> It only happened once because he kept ON

ASKING ME.

>> I SAW THE LOOK YOU GAVE HIM WHEN YOU

WENT OUT OF THE ROOM.

Even then I couldn't leave.

So you followed him? You bought him

flowers.

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

>> [gasps and laughter]

>> Giovanni was good enough for her, but

she had to have William, too. Not true.

I must make her understand. When I did

give in, I didn't want Giovanni, do you

know? I was afraid he'd take advantage

of it.

I bought a knife.

I knew he was going home.

>> Where did you wait for him?

Outside the town.

He opened the car door.

And I said, "There's flowers for you."

And he said, "Sorry, Yaya."

And he took the knife out, handed it to

me, and said, "Throw it away."

Then he got me the only flower he had

left from his buttonhole.

Got in the car, drove away.

>> [gasps]

>> All over the road.

Let's go to the hospital. Oh, no. She

has no need to die in prison. Get her

some water.

Poor old thing.

Is she

Did she forgive me?

With her last breath.

She didn't.

Did

Did Yaya?

Oh, Yaya.

Yaya.

Are you lunching here or on the train?

On the train.

Harry Brown's offering to buy the ladies

out of the lawsuit.

50,000 francs. Fair even handsome.

To each of the four.

Uh

he doesn't know yet there's only three.

What should we tell him?

You can tell him a fat old woman killed

his father for love.

Won't worry him.

He thinks love and jealousy are

exclusively French.

>> [music]

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>> A gentleman to see you, Madame.

Madame Gallet? Yes.

Inspector Maigret, criminal justice.

What is something wrong?

Your husband is Emile Gallet?

Yes.

>> [clears throat]

>> A traveling silverware from Maison Neel

and Company of Paris? Yes.

I'm sorry to have to tell you that he's

dead.

Dead?

He was found shot and stabbed in a hotel

room in Sancerre the night before last.

But that cannot be so. I'm afraid it is.

Night before last at Sancerre? Yes. Then

how did he [clears throat] write to me

yesterday from Rouen? Rouen?

Yesterday?

May I?

>> [music]

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>> The shot was fired from a distance of 5

m or so. From the lane? As you saw at

the mortuary, the bullet struck him

above the eye. It would have killed him.

>> Would have? It did. No.

He died from the stab wound here, within

a few moments of being shot.

This was found where? When I came in, it

was lying a few centimeters from his

right hand. Mhm. E.G. Emile Gallet, his

own. What a monster this assassin must

be. First to shoot and then to stab.

Certainly a stranger.

We don't have people like that in

Sancerre.

Mhm.

Have you searched this lane?

Mhm. Myself.

Nothing. Empty.

Mind you, it goes nowhere. Nobody uses

it.

>> Who lives over the wall? Monsieur

Tiburce de Saint-Hilaire.

>> A member of one of the oldest families

in France.

>> The lane runs into his park, but the

gate's been locked for years. No entry.

All right, send him to me.

Afterwards, my hotel having the murder

in.

Little refreshment? Our local wine.

Light, dry, very good in this warm

weather. Mhm.

Uh Madame Gallet wishes to know when you

are returning to Paris. Did her husband

come down here often? Once or twice a

year. Don't ask me why. I never said.

Mhm.

Who found the body? The maid when she

came in in the morning.

Is your hotel noisy? Extremely quiet.

The very good class clientele. Yet

nobody heard the shot? Well, there was a

fair going on in the street over there.

A roundabout.

>> And a shooting gallery.

Now, the murderer knows this.

Yes. A ker- a ker-

And then ker- another shot, nobody

notices.

And that's where the assassin will have

come from, too.

And bad types here today. They're gone

tomorrow.

Shall I find out where they've moved to?

Yeah. Arrest them all. Bring them back

for questioning.

>> No, no, no. Just find out where they

are.

Will you ask Madame Gallet to come in,

please? Yes, sir.

I give you all assistance, doctor. Shall

I send the report here? Please.

Now, you better go after your gunmen.

Gunmen? Yeah.

Oh, the shooting gallery. I shall have

them, Inspector. Never fear.

This way, Madame.

Ah, Madame Gallet.

You have a chair?

I want to put a call through to Paris.

Gate is over at the fair of Sancerre and

Luca.

I'll take it in here. Yes, sir.

A glass, Madame? No, thank you.

Is this the room where Emile was found?

Yes. Oh, perhaps you'd rather go to

another one. No, thank you. I'd rather

you said what you have to say so that I

can go home. There's a lot to be done.

Why, even my son does not know yet. His

name?

Henri Gallet. He works in a bank in

Paris. I see.

How long have you been married, Madame?

28 years. Mhm. Was your husband always a

commercial traveler? Always. Poor Emile

had no ambition. My family offered him

better jobs, but he wouldn't take them.

No, whatever anyone said, he still went

trailing around Normandy with his

wedding present samples. Around

Normandy, yes.

Now, have you any idea why he should be

down here, 200 km south of Paris? None

whatsoever.

Any relations here? He had no relations.

All dead.

Any money of his own? Not a sou. Mind

you, he had once when we were married,

30,000 francs.

It all went into my father's paper. You

own the paper? Le Soleil. Supported the

royalist cause.

Lost money. Mhm. Follow, Madame.

Yep. Maigret.

Yeah. Ah, Luca.

Any report yet from Rouen? Or from

Maison Neel, the silversmiths?

Mhm.

>> [snorts]

>> What?

Ah.

I see.

Now, I'll be coming back to Paris this

evening, and I I'll you out here

tomorrow with some equipment. Yeah. Au

revoir.

Madam?

The receptionist at the Hotel de la

Poste in Rouen

has said that your husband used to call

on her once a quarter with a pile of

postcards addressed to you.

These you would forward at stated

intervals for a small fee.

But why?

I mean, Normandy was his area. He was

there for his firm 3 weeks in every

month. Maison Neel have said that your

husband left their employment 15 years

ago.

He

So you see, there's a lot to be found

out about him.

Lapointe? I'm off to Sancerre with a

bedroom. You better come in and take

over. A holiday?

A special guest of the public

prosecutor.

No, it's not a holiday.

It's a murder.

He hasn't told me another thing about

it.

He doesn't know another thing about it.

Ah, Bedaux. Right, Lapointe.

Ready to leave? Right away. Good.

It's the [snorts] Hotel de la Poste. The

room is sealed. There's a lot of burnt

papers in the grate. See what you can

get out of them. I better take a screen.

You coming? Uh no, I'm going along to

the Villa Marguerite again first. There

must be something there that'll tell us

what he was up to. Shall I send the car

back? No, I'll come on by train later.

Who are the local police?

There's an inspector. Uh he's away on

holiday, but there's a sergeant Bretelle

in charge. Oh, very keen. Give him a

nice long job to do.

Oh, and I've offered 15 francs

for anyone who saw Monsieur Gallet the

day before he died.

>> You may have to pay the whole of

Sancerre. I'd be glad if I have to pay

anyone. Ah, then I can see Monsieur

Gallet was invisible.

>> [music]

>> Is that the undertaker's?

No, police car.

They'll wait. I'll tell them.

No, no.

All right, Louise.

Come in, Inspector.

Madam, may I go through your husband's

papers? What?

Your husband's papers.

Henri.

This way, Inspector.

You are the son of Monsieur Gallet? Yes.

This is not a suitable time to call,

Inspector. I will bother you as little

as possible.

This was his desk?

Yes.

As for that absurd suggestion that he

wasn't working for Maison Neel, really,

I can't imagine how it came to be made.

It was made by them.

But

can they deny their own letters? Their

their order books? Their samples?

Mhm. Written last month, you said.

Was this his typewriter? Yes. Why?

An expert will be able to tell us if it

typed these.

Huh, what are all these?

My grandfather's newspaper. Oh yes, Le

Soleil.

Yes.

Dedicated to the restoration of the

Royal House of Bourbon to the throne of

France.

I am a Republican.

Me, too.

What sort of a man was your father?

Well, he besides his politics, uh

Did he have any hobbies?

Fishing, I see.

Yes.

Of course, he was only here for 1 week

of the month, so he had a boat down on

the river.

He'd spend all his time down there when

he wasn't in here doing accounts or

or mending clocks.

Mhm.

Did he ever do this for a living?

No, I don't think so. I mean, well, but

he wasn't a clockmaker. What was he?

Ah, commercial traveler. Mhm. Ah, and in

his youth? Well, he hardly ever spoke of

it. He had an unhappy childhood, I

believe.

He was born in Nantes and spent some

years in Indo-China. The minute I hear

Uh now you must excuse us, Inspector.

Yes, of course. You wouldn't mind if I

attend the ceremony. That will hardly be

necessary. No, it is a kind thought.

There will not be many people there. We

keep ourselves very much to ourselves.

There's no one of any breeding in the

district.

Oh, oh, see they do not damage the

furniture.

Uh one thing, Inspector. Yes.

I returned from Sancerre by train. Will

my fare be refunded?

Ah, Bedaux.

Any luck? Hard words. Little offering on

this one by the look of it. Little

offering, yeah.

His clothes are on the bed. No.

Mhm. Well, whatever he did, didn't make

him rich.

Come in.

Inspector, there's a woman to see you.

Name?

Madam Canut. Her husband works next door

for Monsieur Tiburs.

It's about the reward you offered. What?

Oh, yeah. Well, show her in.

And I'll have a beer. Make it two. Yes,

yes.

This way, madam.

Hello, madam.

That will be all, monsieur.

15 francs, they said, for anyone who saw

him. Yes. And if they saw him twice,

would that be 30?

Well, it might be.

I wouldn't want my husband to know I'd

been to see you. Oh, I'm unlikely to

tell him. You see, it would look as if I

would be spying on Monsieur Tiburs, but

I couldn't help seeing them together.

Monsieur Tiburs and Monsieur Gallet? Of

course. In the afternoon it was. That

afternoon there was a reward for.

Saturday? Yes. I was looking for

Baptiste. Baptiste?

My husband. He goes down to the potting

shed and sleeps. And I saw Monsieur

Tiburs and Monsieur

Gallet. How did you know it was Monsieur

Gallet? I went to see the body. Ah.

Why?

It's interesting, a body in a small

place like this. I saw them talking

together in the salon.

It was an argument, almost quarrel.

Did you hear anything they said? No, I

was too far away, but I saw. Oh, yes.

Yes.

Then?

Five 15 francs. Thank you, madam. And

the other time?

Tell me.

Well, it was in the morning. I was on my

way to the butcher's and I saw him

coming across the bridge from the

station.

>> Was he alone?

He met somebody he knew, a stranger.

They both looked surprised. Then they

talked. Mhm.

What was he like, the stranger? Like

him, but younger, and wearing a pair of

spectacles.

You sure? Certain.

Thank you, madam.

As a matter of fact, I did see him a

third time, but I don't know whether

that would count.

When was it? It was when I was coming

out of the butcher's. He was just going

into the hotel.

No, madam, that doesn't count.

>> [laughter]

>> All right, all right. I got my money's

worth. Do you think you know who the

young man is? Well, I think so.

Well, I was going to see the

aristocracy. And me, Bedaux? You?

Plenty of work for you. Thank you,

Bedaux.

Shut the door.

Ah.

Monsieur, this one for the inspector,

too. Oh, well. We might as well let it

go to waste.

Good luck.

How long are you going to stay here?

Well, you got a house here in the summer

season. The hotel is full.

To tell the truth, I wasn't even able to

give Monsieur Gallet the room that he

asked for. You mean he didn't want this

one? Well, he wanted one looking over

the courtyard, right over the well.

But this was the only one that was free

anyway, so much better room and um

Oh, no.

Do you think if he had taken that room,

he wouldn't have been shot? Possible.

Hello. No, he's out. Look, I'm here.

What did you look like? Hold on.

No, wait for this piece.

A very pleasant dry mousseux, Inspector,

bottled on the estate from my own vines.

I'm sure you will appreciate that.

Thank you, monsieur.

>> [snorts]

>> Now, it's about this murdered man, isn't

it? What's his name? Gallet? Gallet?

Gallet. You knew him, I believe.

>> Well, not to say knew, not to put it too

strongly as that. I don't deny that I'd

met him, of course I had.

He came here some long time ago. Get

this, does suit you. I mean, there is a

demi-sec if you prefer it. This is

excellent.

I knew your taste would be the same as

mine the moment I saw you. One can

always tell a fellow connoisseur.

Now, where were we?

You were going to tell me why Monsieur

Gallet came to visit you. Yes. Yes,

indeed yes.

Well, you see

the Saint-Hilaire, one of the old

families of France. It means nothing,

but there it is. One can't escape one's

destiny.

As a matter of fact, I'm the last of the

line.

Perhaps it's just as well. After all,

these things, there's no place for them

in the modern world. You were going to

tell me why Monsieur Gallet came to

visit you. Ah, yes. He came for a

subscription, a little offering, as he

called it.

You see, my father was well known as a

Royalist. Mind you, that's 40 years ago

or more. I've no time for such rubbish.

But Gallet had got hold of my name for

some list or other and tried to touch me

for a few thousand francs for

propaganda.

>> [laughter]

>> I wouldn't pay, of course, so he lowered

his sights and asked for 100 for some

destitute old family.

In the end, I gave him 50 to get rid of

him.

>> [laughter]

>> Why did he come and visit you on

Saturday?

>> [sighs and gasps]

>> You have had your ear to the ground, I

can see that. Yes, he had the nerve to

try again. Oh, yes.

At least I suppose so. I sent him

packing. I didn't even let him in the

house.

>> [laughter]

>> I know, thank you. I'm surprised you

didn't mention this before.

Oh, well, you know how it is. A name

like mine, one wants to keep out of the

papers.

The poor Richard shot himself and that

was that.

He was shot from a distance of 5 m.

Was he?

Was he? Well, well.

Some

[ __ ] I should think, wouldn't you?

Did you hear a shot?

No, I heard nothing. We go to bed early

in these parts.

Look here, you mustn't go. Let's finish

the bottle.

Oh, let's have another one.

Thank you, no. I have to return to

Paris.

What, you're leaving? Oh, I shall be

back.

Show the inspector out, Betty.

>> [music]

>> I've an idea. So have I. As to the

identity of the murderer. Huh?

Among the fairground people I

questioned, was an acrobat. Yeah? Well,

he could creep along the lane,

fire the shot,

and hop over the wall and away.

>> And the knife wound?

Well, perhaps he's a knife thrower as

well.

>> Did you ask him?

No.

>> I should. Well,

he's moved on to Bourges. That's

um 35 km away. By tomorrow, he'll

probably be 75 km away. Look, shut the

door. Ah, better not.

Well, how was the aristocracy?

Telling lies, but Monsieur Desiré is a

respected citizen. But he tells us lies.

I found out what these letters are.

Begging letters?

What's the use? I might as well chase

acrobats with him.

Acrobats? Well, it's only a um

theory, Inspector, you see. Sergeant,

let me tell you something. Theories

should always be kept in here. Never

show them till you have absolute proof.

This way,

you get a reputation for brilliance.

Now, I'm sure you have lots to do.

So have we, Inspector.

Shame. He thinks this is his big chance.

>> Ah, he talks too much.

>> And he respects Monsieur Dubois.

>> He lied about what?

About his meeting with Monsieur Gallet.

That woman, Madame Canut, saw them there

together. He said he never went in.

Ah, anyway, I think we know what

Monsieur Gallet's little racket was.

What is this? Hm, what does he say? I've

got one here that's nearly complete.

I'll read it.

On behalf of the legitimist party, I

have the temerity to beg a little

offering to assist the ancient and noble

family of Boulevard Saint-Armand to live

in dignity worthy of and then it stops.

Yeah, well, this thing has got a good

little racket.

You see, he had a complete list of his

of the subscribers to his

father-in-law's royalist paper. Mhm.

So, he knew they'd fall for this sort of

thing, eh?

Anyway, much more fun than being

commercial traveler.

>> More profitable, too. Well, Lapointe

rang. Gallet's life was insured for

100,000 francs.

By himself? 10 years ago.

Premiums must have been enormous.

>> Especially as he wasn't fit. Here's the

medical report. He had a chronic liver

complaint.

Expectation of life, 3 years. See about

the bruises on the back of his hand. Hm.

Oh, yeah.

Very interesting.

However, not at the moment. I'm going

back to Paris to see the family again.

>> I'll meet Petot. You?

100,000 francs.

100,000, are we? I think it's

disgusting. Oh, yes. All those years in

which there was never enough money,

thinking that we were poor. I could have

read laws I wanted. But you've done very

well at the bank.

>> And what are they going to say when they

learn that my father was a crook? I

forbid you to say that. He's dead.

He was a good man. He gave thought to my

future.

Besides, there's no reason why anyone

should know. Inspector Maigret. Oh,

Inspector. Is there any news? Have you

found the man? Not yet. Rarely would one

think that in a small town like

Sancerre, it would be easy.

>> Where every movement is observed, yes,

indeed.

Madam, I should like to go through your

husband's papers again. I don't wish to

distress you, I'm sure Monsieur Honriq

can tell me all I want to know about.

Shall we?

Really, Inspector, you do come at the

most awkward times. It's very nearly

lunchtime.

Won't be long.

Now, what were you doing in Sancerre on

Saturday?

On Saturday?

Yeah.

On Saturday.

It was the day before your father died.

You saw him there and you spoke to him.

Well, I didn't go to Sancerre to see

him. We We met by accident. Why did you

go to Sancerre?

To see my mistress.

You keep her at a distance? She's on

holiday. She lives in Paris. Her name?

Helena Boursin. Mhm. Her address in

Sancerre? The Passage Saint-Germain. In

Paris, she [snorts] has an apartment at

27 Rue de Turenne. Will you live

together?

Please, Inspector. My mother doesn't

know of our friendship. Hm. Did your

father know?

He suspected. And disapproved? Yes.

Did you know your father was in

Sancerre? I'd have kept out of his way

if I had. Hm. What did you talk about?

Well, I accused him of spying on me. He

said that I was not to talk like that,

that I was lacking in respect. And so, I

walked onto the station and left him

standing there.

Sad, sad. What? His last words would

have been in anger. Yes. Pity.

Where's the typewriter gone? I took it

into town to have it cleaned.

Be careful with it. We might need it.

That's all.

Oh, except that I should like a copy of

your father's photograph. That is the

only one. Um may I take it? Well, it

seems hardly right. Well, it'll help me

greatly.

Very well, but take good care of it. Oh,

and get some tissue paper to wrap it in.

The frame is silver.

>> [music]

[music]

[music]

>> Anything for Monsieur Gallet?

>> [snorts]

>> Nothing for Gallet. Uh has there ever

been? Yes. When?

Every few months. What? A letter. Hm.

And the address of sender? No.

>> [snorts]

>> Anything on the back? A name. What name?

Monsieur Jacob.

Thank you, madam.

Sorry.

I suppose you got to breathe. Still at

it? Yeah, still at it.

Funny weather.

Yeah.

I found that acrobat.

>> You didn't arrest him? No.

He can't throw knives.

Well, anything new? Uh there's a bit

here from a different kind of letter.

Monday, 200. It might be more. The

paper's different from the others.

Wonderful.

What?

Science.

Sergeant, will you do something for me?

When the Paris evening train comes in,

get me a Paris evening paper. Inspector.

Should carry a copy of this.

Uh there is a bit more of that letter.

Chalk.

Shall I climb it for you, Petot? I'm not

that old.

Ah, yep.

Ah.

You know, he climbed up here. And over?

Uh perhaps I'm not sure.

Where it was done. Yeah.

You want to close the rush? No, a bottle

of wine. Good. It's your tally book.

Bottle of wine. And a honey, please.

You know, there's a stream over that's

the other side of the wall and some mud,

but there's no mud on these, eh?

Or in his socks.

So,

he must have only gone up to the top of

the wall. He didn't go over it.

But there is some mud on the other side

of the wall.

That means that somebody climbed up

there. her. think they met at the top

like two cats?

I don't know what they did.

Well, I don't know who you are.

Kinyonga.

Or Rou Kinyonga? It looks like him.

Monsieur, I withdrew the cork. Ah, good.

Would that be all?

Yes, thank you.

Emile Gallet,

schooled at Nantes, sometime in

Indochina.

You married above your station.

You lived in a Paris suburb.

You gave up your job 15 years ago in

favor of confidence trickery.

But you went on persuading your family

that you were still a commercial

traveler.

Clever hands, fond of fishing, an

unhappy childhood, and a son who doesn't

love you. And very ill, death not very

long to live.

On Saturday

he comes down here but he's a regular

visitor. Asks for a room overlooking the

courtyard.

Does he? And so does he when I said the

one by the well.

Who?

She.

Then?

He sees his son whose mistress is

staying down here.

Then he visits the local squire

and he comes back here.

Later that night

he's standing here.

He's shot from outside here.

He doesn't die at once, he lives

to be

stabbed with his own knife. After a

struggle. Why? The bruises on the back

of his hand.

Ah, yes. Anything else? Burned all his

letters. Well, someone did.

Ah, we're not there yet. Where does the

insurance fit in?

Don't go, Madame Besson.

You saved me a visit.

How did you know my name?

No one else had come down here. It's not

private. Nobody doesn't go anywhere. You

spoke to Henri? Yeah.

Come in.

Through the window.

How long have you known Henri? 3 years.

Will you marry? Oh, yes, when we can

afford to. But it's a little delicate.

Oh. You see, my husband was a textile

engineer at Lille and he was killed in

an accident. His firm denied liability

and I had to sue them for compensation.

It took 2 years.

Well, if I'd married, it might have

affected the amount.

Have you received it yet? Yes, and we

will marry. But really, there's not much

point until we've made enough to be

independent. Not many people manage

that. We shall. You see, Henri's bank

does a lot of business on the bourse.

So, naturally, he knows quite a bit

about stocks and shares. He invests for

both of us. On the same account? Oh, no,

that wouldn't be wise. No, my money is

in my own name.

May I ask what it amounts to? About

15,000 at yesterday's share prices.

Industrials may have moved up a point or

two today. And your lover? About 30,000.

He takes bigger risks and quicker

profits with his own money. Well, that's

only right.

When we top 200,000, we shall marry and

move down to Provence.

Henri is not very strong, you know. Like

his father.

I never knew him.

Hm.

Where were you on Saturday night? Here.

Monsieur Sauret at the pension.

Asleep. And Henri?

With his mother, I suppose. He had come

to see me earlier in the day.

Of course, you know that.

He wanted my signature on a deed of

transfer.

Thank you, Madame.

Is it true that Monsieur Gallet carried

100,000 francs worth of insurance?

>> Yeah.

What a stupid way to tie up one's money.

Why doesn't he save up and buy a cash

register? Jacobs.

Jacobs.

Yeah, Emile Jacobs Rou Kinyonga.

Kinyonga, huh? Hm.

Anything else? Uh, the words as before,

the figures 200, maybe 2,000.

Uh-huh.

Here it comes.

Name and address

That's going to mean some

walking for Lapointe.

Ah, let's go.

Cool things down a bit. Yeah.

Hello, hello.

Yes, I want to make another call to

Paris, same number. No, I'll hold on

here.

Jacobs, Jacobs.

Well, it's a Jewish name, shouldn't

narrow it down to a few hundred.

The rain will have done good.

If there was no hail, check.

>> [laughter]

>> It flattens the lines.

The policeman.

Inspector Batiste. Ah, my dear sir.

How long have you been here?

How long? All day. When did you come,

Doctor? 4:00.

>> You've been here all the time since?

Every minute. Three games of chess, the

last one nearly over. Well, that is a

matter of opinion.

Your help is needed, Doctor. My

assistant's been wounded. Shot? Yeah.

From the top of your wall. My wall?

Yeah, I've been up there, you can smell

the powder. Then the assassin may still

be in the ground.

>> Possibly.

Come, please, Doctor.

>> Has the bullet remained in the victim?

No, it's nicked his ear, but he's losing

a lot of blood.

>> Oh, I'm afraid this is the end of our

game. Never mind, it looked like

checkmate.

Good.

And now, please, will you tell me why

I've been arrested?

All right, all right, don't tell me why

I've been arrested. Just tell me, is

this a free country?

>> You haven't been arrested. Not at all,

not arrested at all.

Only picked up by a police van from the

corner I sold papers on for 25 years.

Only brought to police headquarters,

only told nothing but wait, wait, wait.

Well, what am I waiting for? May I ask

you that? Chief Inspector Maigret. And

what does he want?

A nice magazine, perhaps? All right,

you give him this and let me go.

Shopping, Lucas? I beg your pardon,

Monsieur Jacobs. Lapointe found him. Ah.

And here's all about him. Except why I'm

here.

Who sends you letters?

Oh, that.

You must suppose I too wonder about

that, but after all, it is no business

of mine.

>> It will be to the prosecutor. To receive

letters sent to me and pass them on

unopened. For money? For money, of

course.

Well, who did you pass them on to? A

woman.

Describe her. Tall.

Well-dressed, blonde.

All right.

Mean-looking. There was money in those

letters and she would only give me a

franc at a time. How did you know? I

could tell. Was it always the same

woman? Who took the letters? Yeah.

There was a man who came, I think he was

the sender.

Uh, Lucas, you got that paper, the one

we got in Sauret?

Yeah, show it to him. Here's the tin.

It's yesterday's paper, didn't you see

it?

I don't read papers, only sell them.

Besides, I haven't seen him for a long

time, 2 years.

And that's when the letters began? Yeah.

First the woman comes and asks me if

I'll do it. I know that if I don't, the

Algerians who sells peanuts will get the

job, so I say yes.

Then comes the first letter and after

that the man.

He asks me about the woman.

What do I know that I haven't already

told you?

Nothing. So

he hides behind a tree and waits

for her.

But she goes into half a dozen metro

trains and finally loses him by going

into a block of flats with two ways out.

>> I didn't know. He tells me so when he

comes again. Again he tries, but I

suppose he does not succeed for I don't

see him no more, but the letters still

keep coming every 2 months.

>> And still the woman? Yeah,

and now may I go? Yeah, Lucas, ring down

and tell them to run him a bath.

Is that what you'll do, put the Algerian

in his place?

>> That's right. And if he sells any of my

dailies, I'll put him in the car and

send him straight back to you. I'll get

the car, I'll call Henri right away.

Yeah, to cheer up the invalid.

I got something better than that here if

you'd like it.

>> The voice comes down the passage on the

left.

Well, what do you think? What does he

look like to you? Ah, he's in bed, I

didn't see him. Not that, his

information. Oh, blackmail. Yeah.

Monsieur Gallet was being blackmailed by

his son's mistress. At the son's

instigation? Yeah.

Yeah. I think that, uh,

Monsieur Gallet

Junior must have found out about his

father's little racket. Hm? Yeah.

He didn't say anything. He just squeezed

it, but every squeeze brings out in

Provence a step nearer. Charming way for

a son to behave. But they wouldn't have

wanted him dead. No. Unless he was going

to expose them. How could he? They

hadn't even committed a crime.

Blackmail. Well, you know as well as I

do that under our code

it's impossible for a son blackmail his

father. Yeah. The Lord hasn't been

visiting your family like this.

Speak to me at his office. Look up.

Ah, madame. How are you?

Yeah, no, I find now things are to

scratch. I left ear.

I mean we never liked that ear anyway.

Yes, he's here. Hold on.

Madame. Ah, hello. Yes, it's me.

No, I'm unharmed. It's Lucas got shot.

Yes, he's sitting here now with a turban

on his head looking like a pasha

surveying his harem.

There's a man here wants to see you.

I think he's mad. He says he daren't

come to see you at your office in case

someone's following him.

He's the assistant tax collector for

Saint Antoine. Saint Antoine? Not even

my district.

Oh, well, what does he want?

Now.

What?

All right, I'll come at once.

A man at my home who says he knows who

killed Monsieur Gallet.

>> [music]

>> Have you ever been in the colonies,

madame? I've never been out of France.

>> Ah, then you cannot understand how

things are. No, no, it is only us old

colonial hands who know.

Someone's coming. I can hear them on the

stairs. It's my husband. Are you sure

it's not an impostor? Speak to him. Hold

the door. I think I know my husband's

footsteps after 25 years.

Hello.

That's him.

Inspector.

My name is Potain, Louis Potain. I know

you will excuse me for coming here, but

they're so devilish cunning. I wouldn't

put it past them to watch your office.

They? The Tonkinese. They are the

murderers of poor Emile. Oh.

Yes, for revenge. The knife you seek,

it's typical. Oh, of course, you don't

know them, but I do. I've lived in

Indochina for many years in Hanoi. Oh, a

bad climate for Europeans. And very few

wines will stand up to it at all.

However, my duty calls, there one must

go, isn't that so? Yes, no doubt.

Where did you first meet Monsieur

Gallet?

Oh, when I was there.

I suppose the last time I saw him was

about 25 years ago.

He was a lawyer's clerk.

What times we had.

>> Oh, did you? Yes, things were always

lively when Emile was around. Drink,

girls.

All manner of jokes. Well, he played one

too many.

What was that?

He arranged a mock marriage with a

Tonkinese girl. I was the best man and

the chap from the trading company played

the priest with a couple of acolytes

from the port of Haiti.

>> [laughter]

>> You couldn't help laughing. What I mean

to say, Emile had made up a long

rigmarole in verse.

Not the madame's ears, of course,

even if I could remember it, which I

can't.

>> [laughter]

>> Not right really, of course. Wouldn't do

it now.

When he went away, he left her? Well,

that's what I mean about revenge. The

girl's family, knives. Poor Emile,

he was a card, though. Was he?

[laughter]

Why did [clears throat] he leave?

He said he'd found out a way to make a

fortune.

Oh.

He was a card, was he? Yeah. I'm sure

you recognize this picture from the

paper. Well, how could I after 25 years?

Time marks us all and he'd grown a

beard.

Oh, no, it was the name that caught my

eye and the fact that he'd been in

Indochina. I suppose the life he'd laid

told on him, though he kept himself fit.

It doesn't sound like it. He was a great

footballer, played outside left, very

fast and accurate. Left-footed, you see.

Was he left-handed, too? Oh, yes.

>> [laughter]

>> We missed him when he went away, I can

tell you that.

I played center forward, you know.

Have you any photos of your football

team? Oh, yes, indeed. One taken every

season. Perhaps I'll be able to come and

see them sometime. Thank you very much

for your information.

My card.

Thank you.

I think we should leave the building

separately. Oh, so do I.

>> [clears throat]

>> Beware, Inspector. Your life may be in

danger, too.

Adieu, madame. Adieu, monsieur.

And to you, Inspector. Adieu.

I suppose it's the sun that makes them

like that. And the rum.

>> [laughter]

>> Look at that.

Would you say that fellow was a card, a

lively fellow, a footballer? No, he

looks melancholy. Yeah, what? Or

distinguished. Yeah, she does, isn't he?

Of course, people change.

>> Not in some things.

Samovar Joe, 5746. What time would you

want your dinner?

If Madame Gallet says he was

left-handed, too, I'll have it at 8:00.

And if not? Still at 8:00. Early

tomorrow night.

>> [music]

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>> I said just reconstructing the crime.

Well, that's as far as you need go.

Now, I want to talk to Monsieur Thibault

de Saint-Donat. Oh, I think he's at

home. Well, then fetch him.

He's to come here? Yes, send him at once

in the name of the law.

Inspector, will you be dining? No, not

now, later. Bottle of wine now.

Yeah, how deep's your well?

30 m. Good, good. We've never been short

of water since I've been here. Did

Monsieur Gallet have a fish? No.

Good.

I'll chill the wine.

I got the word Inspector wants to see

you before this time tonight. It's most

annoying. Have a good evening,

Inspector. This is a curious spot for a

rendezvous. Yes, isn't it? Come inside.

>> But I I said did you want him here being

out here and you said yes.

>> Yes, quite, sergeant. Thank you very

much. Come in, Monsieur Thibault.

Through the window, you know, it's quite

easy.

Do I?

Hm. Have you got a match?

I have a lighter. I see you're

left-handed.

Look, just happened to be in that

pocket. Monsieur Gallet was

right-handed. I asked his wife.

Are you reconstructing the crime?

Perhaps.

Don't move. Stay there.

Careful.

I don't expect there'll be anybody up on

the wall, do you?

I think you'll forget who I am.

>> Tell me.

Very funny. I want to know all about

you.

Hello, boots. Stay there.

Now.

Tell me.

When did your father die?

When I was 12. Your mother?

Soon after I was born. You were brought

up by relations? No, I had none. I was

the last of the Saint-Donats. There was

just enough money left after my father

died to let me go to boarding school at

Bourges. I stayed there in the holidays

as well. For how long? Until I was 19.

And then?

Then I almost starved until I got my

legacy at 28.

I see. From a relative in Indochina,

wasn't it? Yes, a cousin. I never knew

him. Very sad story.

Exactly like his.

Only he never had the legacy.

He had to go on being a commercial

traveler until he took to his little

crime. And even then

he was so afraid of his family that he

had to pretend to go on selling

silverware. He was a sick man.

He was being blackmailed and he came

down here to die.

He asked for a room overlooking the

well.

You see what he could do? He lowered the

stone down the well, tied the other end

to the gun. He fires the shot, his hand

unclenches.

Down goes the stone and the gun.

Never to be recovered.

So, suicide looks like murder and the

insurance company pay up. Clever. Very

clever.

But he couldn't get the room he wanted.

So, he had to think of something else.

Now, go and get me his revolver.

Let me see it.

Wedged between the stones under the

creeper. Come on in.

Very clever.

Clockwork attachment like photographers

use when they want to include themselves

in the picture. You wind it up and it

gives you time to step around in front

of it before the spring works the

shutter or in this case

the trigger.

5,000 made from an old alarm clock, I

should say.

6,000.

Not that there's anything you can do,

you know. There's a limit to the time in

which you can bring a charge. I looked

it up.

There are various charges which might be

brought. Yes, but not murder.

You know that I didn't kill him.

Sit down, Monsieur Gallet. Tell me what

you did do.

I have no need to say anything. No, but

you can come with me and meet Monsieur

Louis Paulton, and perhaps look at some

photos of your old football team in

which you, Emile Gallet,

played outside left.

Paulton, I mentioned before.

>> [laughter]

>> All right, where shall I start?

>> In Indo-China, when a man came into your

solicitor's office in Hanoi to make a

will.

Yes, he looked like an old [ __ ] He'd

been living in the jungle and the fever

was on him. He said he hadn't got long

to live, but he wanted to leave all his

money to his cousin Tiburce, who was the

only other person bearing the name of

Saint-Didier.

Mhm. How much?

1,200,000

francs.

So, you saw the opportunity to make a

fortune. Well, as a matter of fact, I

was coming back to France anyway. Hey,

things had got a bit too hot out there

for me.

But I had an awful job to find Tiburce.

In the end, I ran him to earth in Le

Havre. He was down to his last few

centimes.

Which made it easy for you.

Yes, I told him that I was going to the

States that I wanted an impressive name

to bluff them with.

I said he knew his from someone at

Bourges. That's where he went to school.

I know. And how much did you offer him

for the name Tiburce de Saint-Didier?

10,000.

About 2,500 new francs.

>> I think he jumped at it. Oh, yes, he

said he'd never had any good with it and

I was welcome to it.

We were about the same age. He had no

friends. All mine were in Indo-China, so

we simply exchanged papers.

Mind you, I very nearly starved.

And then I saw a report that the old

Saint-Didier had died, and I was on the

lawyer's doorstep the next morning. And

how long before the real Tiburce de

Saint-Didier was on yours? Oh, he took a

little time to find me, but he did in

the end.

>> And claimed his inheritance. Went down

on his knees for it, but he wouldn't go

to law.

In the end, I gave him a few francs and

he went away.

But he came back. Oh, yes, every few

months.

And generally, I used to give him the

few odd notes in my pocket and he'd go

away quite happy, but on Saturday, it

was different.

Saturday, he wanted 5,000 or nothing.

Well, of course it was nothing.

He made a bit of a row, but I was firm

and eventually, he went away.

Yeah.

And then?

Later that evening, I was strolling

along the other side of that wall,

and I saw him sitting on top of it.

I didn't say anything. I just waited

under the tree. I thought he was coming

over, but he climbed back the side.

When he was out of the way, I climbed

over the wall to have a look.

And there he was, standing here.

And as I looked, there was a shot from

the wall and the side of his face went

red, but he just stood here without

moving. Seemed to be waiting. He was

waiting for the other two bullets.

Explosion of the first one jammed the

mechanism.

Waiting for his own death. When it

didn't come, what did he do?

He took out his knife.

He didn't seem to dare at first, and

then he made up his mind and

plunged it into his heart.

And you? What did you do?

I Oh, well, I did what I thought best. I

mean, after all, he was dead. Nobody

could help him.

I had a look at the gun. I didn't like

to touch it. I came in here to see if he

left any papers,

but he'd burned everything. After which,

you said no more when her.

Well, I couldn't without giving the

whole story away.

So, you left the weapon in place, still

loaded and ready to fire. Yes, but how

could it? The spring was jammed. Jammed,

you said so yourself.

>> When the rain cooled it down, the spring

contracted and it fired again, twice.

>> Well, how was I to know that would

happen?

You knew there was a risk. And you knew

which way the gun pointed. Did you by

any chance hope that I would be next?

I know. I never thought of that.

>> No.

Nor of anything else but Tiburce de

Saint-Didier.

>> [laughter]

>> There's nothing you could do. It's over

20 years since I've had the money. The

act of limitation is quite definite.

>> Quite.

I am sorry to be so long, Inspector. I

have chilled the wine.

Never mind, Monsieur Tardiveau. My

friend Emile here will drink it.

Goodbye, Monsieur Gallet.

You're not even stopping the football

team now.

Gallet. Gallet. Oh, yes, you used to ask

him about it. He used to play outside

left.

Goodbye.

What does he mean?

Have a drink, Saint-Didier. Is your name

Gallet? Is it really? He called you

that? What does he mean?

>> [music]

>> Aristocrat. [music]

Oh, Emile.

I can't wait to tell the family.

But surely, all the evidence points to

suicide. Who would choose such a bizarre

method of committing suicide without an

overwhelming motive?

>> The insurance company will. No, their

capital is 95 million. Your father had

been paying very heavy premiums for 10

years.

And they'd have had to pay out soon

anyway. No, I think they'll fall in with

the theory that he was conducting a very

rash experiment.

Unless, of course, they learn that his

son was blackmailing him.

If you think that, why don't you make

your accusation openly? Because legally,

I can take no action against you.

And also, I think that I think your poor

father had enough disappointment in his

life. I'd like to spare him one more.

He stood and waited for death in that

manner so that we should think it was

murder. Your mother should get the

insurance.

So, as he loved her.

Perhaps he even loved you. That is

surely a family matter which need not

concern you. Not in the slightest.

I suppose you'll be marrying Madame

Boursin soon. Probably. Mhm.

Well, then Very well suited to each

other. I wish you joy.

>> [music]

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