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What's going on, Jean-Louis? What's going on? I am not

not train, precisely.

I haven't been training for two weeks.

I don't like it when we're in a fort rhythm like that.

The Quai d'Orsay has just called me. Foreign affairs? You are

brilliant this morning.

The minister himself? His head of cabinet.

He asks me to send urgently to Quai, I quote, an authorized person.

Empowered for what? I asked him and It pissed him off.

And that's why? I don't know, except it's urgent.

Very urgent, even.

Ask Mr.

Cormier. That of the chief of staff? No, the person you need to see.

Cormier?

first.

Go ahead right away.

Commissioner Maigret, and here is the Commander January.

Sit down.

I must warn you that the matter is sensitive.

The victim is not just anyone.

The victim? Armand Berthier -Lagesse. This name probably means something to you.

He was one of our most brilliant ambassadors. Is he dead? Madam

? Miss.

Mademoiselle Larieux is... How must we say? The servant, the

housekeeper, maid.

In short, Miss Lariot is at his service for 40 years. 46.

46. She followed her in her various positions. And since he took his

retirement, she lives with him.

It's been 12 years.

For 12 years. Rue de Bellechasse.

This morning, by bringing him his little lunch, she found the room empty.

Mr. Berthier-Lagès was in his office.

Unfortunately, I must say, its body hit by several bullets.

Didn't call the police? Miss Larieux lived his entire life in the

diplomatic. It is Miss Larieux who I ask.

I had to first warn the ministry.

This is what my confidence dictated to me.

What time was it this morning? 7:30 a.m. And tell a doctor, you don't have to

not thought about it either? Monsieur was already cold.

How far is rue de Bellechasse? At 31.

Is anyone there at the moment? Person.

A moment.

I am authorized to tell you that Mr. Berthier -Lagès had retired

for a long time and was not in possession of any state secrets.

There is therefore no reason to think that the The affair has a political character.

Thank you for these details.

Don't move forward.

I was asked... Mr. Cormier.

Cormier. Mr. Cormier, please move back. Back off, please. The

ministry mandated me. The ministry does not can't have mandated you to pollute

a crime scene.

Step back.

It was you who brought him the brandy? No.

The bar is there.

Was it a habit? Yes.

He groans.

You surprise me.

So there are five impacts.

I don't see an envelope.

I'm calling the PTS.

The PTS? The technical police and scientific.

Miss Larieux, we're going to take your prints and make a few more

tests. Mr.

Cromier, the findings are lots of people there.

Got it.

I'll take you back. I will report at the ministry. My pleasure.

It serves

to

what?

When you shoot a gun, there has powder splashes.

Am I suspicious? Nobody is suspicious, everyone is,

You are our only witness for the 'moment.

Thank you, ladies.

It's over.

I would like to see the deceased's room and yours.

Was the bed like that? Yes.

Not too much.

What is that? Do you see well?

Can we see your room?

Did you sleep here last night? Like every night.

You haven't heard anything? I remove my sleeping device.

Your device?

There were five

gunshots, it's still a lot of noise.

I beg your pardon ? We said five gunshots, it's still

a lot of noise.

Who are the neighbors? Below, it is law offices.

There is no one there at night.

And then on the third, a company of advice. The same.

Do you have another home? No.

The apartment will be sealed. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to

find another place while it lasts investigation.

Did you understand me correctly? I am deaf, not stupid.

Four slaps to the floor.

The bullet in the head is therefore clearly the first and the clean kill.

We worked hard on the body, then we collected the envelopes before

leave the premises.

Weird, right? You were the only one no one to take service? In Paris,

And another home? The house of Saint-Claude-des-Armières.

It's in Sologne.

Did you follow me there too? Sometimes, for summer vacation.

What time did you leave yesterday evening? After dinner, at 8 a.m. After the

brandy? No, before.

And don't wait for anyone?

He didn't tell me anything.

He was able to welcome someone without you knew it.

But I told you, once in my life room, I can't hear anything.

He sometimes entertained in the evening.

His nephew, especially. Where does he live, his nephew? 67 rue Jacob.

He's an antique dealer.

Would you like a glass of water? I don't have thirst.

Is it a Berthier-Lagès too? Pardon ? I ask you if this nephew

Also called Berthier-Lagès.

No, Mazeron. Why is it called otherwise? He's the sister's son.

Where does she live? She died, ago ten years. He didn't have children? No.

This matron is his closest relative? To my knowledge.

You didn't want to warn him? You didn't warn him?

No.

You don't like it? I don't have to to like it or not to like it.

You don't get along with his uncle? I didn't say that.

You get along well with him.

These are not my things. To what time did you leave your boss

evening? He dines every night at 7 hours. That's not what I tell you

I already replied, at 8 o'clock.

What did you do? I have cleared the table, I did the

dishes and went to bed. What time did you get up? At 6,

usually.

You didn't come in right away in the office? I had nothing to do with it

do.

You're sure you don't want anything drink ? I told you no.

What did you do after you lifted? The toilet. Afterwards ? I have

went down to buy croissants. And then ? I made coffee, I ate.

And then I went to the room gentleman with the tray.

And ? Monsieur was not there.

There was no effect.

What did that do to you? That surprised me. Worry ? I don't know, maybe.

No trace of disorder? No.

And so? I'm going to go to the office.

Miss Larieux.

I don't wish that on anyone.

This what? What happened to your boss? What did you experience?

What did you experience? I was without above and below.

You said it was already cold, so you touched it.

Yes.

He was frozen.

Maybe.

The proof is on her.

I want to know what she's doing.

Hour by hour.

Do you think she's hiding things from us? things or is she like that? I don't

nothing but I really want one good beer.

Shall I order it for you? No thanks Lucas.

We'll take her outside.

Good morning.

Mr. Mazeron? It's me.

Are you looking for something in particular? Commissioner Maigret of

judicial and Commander Janvier.

What is this about? You are the nephew of Mr.

Bertilages? Yes.

When was the last time you saw him? times? Before the third.

We had dinner together, at his house, in a Italian restaurant, rue Perronet, where I

my habits. It's between his house and at my house. Do you live near here?

I live above. For what ? YOU have family? I have two daughters.

They are here.

My eldest studies in England, the other is with his mother.

Who doesn't live with you.

We're separated. since how many time? Several years.

How did it seem to you, your uncle, at during this dinner? As usual,

rather cheerful.

Is he in trouble? He is dead.

Good morning. You have to come back later.

I can't tell you. Pardon.

What happened? He was shot down. What do you mean, defeated? From

several bullets.

He was shot. This is the meaning of what we just told you.

There were enemies. Enemies? Certainly not, no.

Where did it happen? At his place.

Did he have weapons? He had an automatic.

Did he get it? He didn't have any more?

He kept it as a memory of liberation of Paris, where he

it seems, heroically, despite his very young age.

Did he have wealth? He lived on his entire pension.

And he flies? You often went to him ? About once or twice a month.

Jacotte must have told you.

Jacotte? Ah, sorry, his servant.

Jacqueline Larieux.

He called her Jacotte. Finally, all Everyone calls her Jacotte.

She doesn't seem to like you a lot.

He doesn't love anyone outside of himself. If it was up to her, no one

would have returned home.

Do you think she could have... You kill?

No, no.

You hesitated.

This is all so weird.

All this what? Everything that is arrived now.

It's Wednesday.

Yes, so what?

Just the day of the funeral.

Princess Isabelle de Vuines, born ménil du Buisson, his wife, the duke

Philippe de Vuines, his son and his grandchildren, as well as all the

share with you in sadness and 'hope of the prince's call to God

Hubert Honoré Gaétan de Vuines.

Isabelle de Vuines.

The letters will inform you.

It smells good.

I made a veal roll with carrots.

I put some white in the fridge, some muscadet. How happy.

Ah, slowly.

I only saw old people.

Even the victim's nephew, who is not yet not an old man, he is more

old than his age.

What does the nephew do? Antique dealer.

He could be one of his antiques.

He has the head of a sexton.

What face do the sacristans have? I don't I don't know, but he's got the idea.

The letters will speak, perhaps.

Are there letters? Lots of stuff.

Over almost 50 years.

Signed Yves.

Your Yves.

And it's Izzy who is none other than the Princess of Vuynes buried her husband

yesterday.

Eh ? Because there is another dead? Oh yeah.

Died of what? It's that of a fall horse riding, at 80 years old, if it's not

more chic.

What are these letters? These are love letters? Well not really.

Daily anecdotes because She wrote to him every day.

There are thousands of them.

Thousands? But the tone is that of 'a lover.

Are you going to read them all? He may -be necessary.

And... Yes? Is there a will?

You don't know your

happiness. And...

I have to open the will in two days.

Tell me, are you on to something? C It's precisely about the will.

Mr Commissioner, there are some something called ethics.

I'm not asking you to violate your duty of reserve. No ? What do you want

ask me? Can you tell me, without betray anything, if the

Princess de Vuy is not concerned with a title or another by the will?

There is nothing in the will that sort of ordinary.

It's a story that comes out of 'ordinary.

They are two extraordinary people.

I have always had the biggest admiration for Armand.

So it was not only your customer, but your friend? It dates from

Louis the Great.

He was already loved by the one who would be three years later the princess of

Vine.

But that didn't stop him from running.

A seducer.

Her love for him was sincere.

He suffered from not being able to marry because of the paternal veto.

But he had needs, awful words, but I don't see any others.

I call a spade, a spade and a hot rabbit, a warm rabbit.

He and the princess never... Lying together, I guarantee you,

old families with their traditions medieval.

The virginity of the wife.

Yes...

If I believe her correspondence, she tolerated his adventures. And even that of

her husband.

He was also my client.

Was the prince your client? Such as you see me, I'm going to open both

wills.

He wasn't afraid to meet in your study? And if it had been

case? They had lots of things common, the same tastes, among others in

matter of women.

Hey, a crazy story.

For months they had the same girlfriend, without one of them knowing

a French comedy actress.

Don't ask me his name, the years 60, she died.

Without each other knowing? He entrusted to you? This is how I am made.

I'll get it in a moment.

I have to end the interview.

Sorry for not accompanying you.

This lady in waiting, mademoiselle Larieux, does she have any family? I don't

know of none.

Is she on the wills? She doesn't have not been forgotten.

That's all I'm able to do tell you. And it's already too much.

Thank you, master.

I hope you find the scoundrel who did this.

The scoundrel who did this.

You saw my report on Miss Larieux? Popular, yes.

Negative. So she didn't shoot. I don't wouldn't say that.

Traces of powder stay for 4 hours on the skin.

On clothes, it lasts longer a long time, but... She didn't have either

on his own. She was able to wash herself, change.

The stomach contained salmon, steamed apples, a pear. Apples

vapors, really? Water, we don't care damn. I like them steamed.

He had drunk a little alcohol.

I would say a glass of wine and then the brandy.

He didn't ask for the brand.

The organs are in good condition, if we forget the perforations.

The first warhead perforated the bone maxilla and the right zygomatic bone,

jump the floor of the orbit and crossed the brain along an axis,

-east -northwest.

It was found with debris from the cranium on the best.

And here are the sandwiches! Where do I pass this ? Perfect !

The ham. It's for me.

Enjoy your food.

Let's stay focused, please.

The other four shots respectively crossed the part

left lung, liver, broken left clavicle and perforated the spleen.

In what order? I can't say.

Here.

Yes, Mr. Prosecutor.

Yes, the media are doing their job and we try to make ours. I don't have

unfortunately nothing to give them, nor to neither do you.

But I'm just with my team to try to go around the

hypotheses. But as soon as I have something thing, that's it.

Goodbye, Mr. Prosecutor.

Five projectiles don't make one compromise. Yes, but the weapon could have

'stop. Or the killer was disturbed.

Or he saw that it wasn't worth it to persist.

It was indeed an automatic.

Ballistics and forming were a automatic.

And the envelopes? We did not find the envelopes. Yes I know.

The question is why have them picked up? We're talking about hypotheses.

And if the organs affected, therefore the lung, liver and spleen, had a

symbolic meaning? L

What does the neighborhood survey give? Nothing.

Nobody heard anything. The building is empty at night.

Berthier -Lagès was discretion itself in the neighborhood.

Only the newsagent on the corner of the rue des Saint-Père and the

boulevard Saint-Germain knows him personally.

The old man regularly bought him the review of the two worlds.

And there you have it.

Otherwise, he was very moved to learn of his dead.

And what does the jacotte do? Since yesterday she left her hotel

to buy food.

And she apparently eats very little.

She still made a call today from his room.

Guess who? At the hotel Vuynes.

Well done, boss.

He was told that Madame was not available.

Who is on her now? It's Baron who takes over.

Let him bring it to me.

I'm going to have a beer and a sandwich.

There, now.

I sell some.

You know what a barrel is ? The bullets are in.

And it works.

When we pull, the envelopes, 'edouille, remain in the barrel.

That's a revolver.

For the automatic, we will explain. Lucas? Yes ?

Will you lend me your service weapon? The

magazine is in the stock.

When you shoot with this type of weapon, the cartridge cases are ejected laterally,

sometimes even quite far away, where they take charge.

Do you have one like that? Not like that, no. But an automatic? I think,

yes. And where do you keep it? In the secretary of his room.

Wasn't he in a trunk? No.

So anyone could be there access.

Thanks, Lucas.

When you entered his service, how old were you? 28 years old.

Did you know he was in love? I mailed his letters.

You have never seen the person which one he wrote?

She never set foot in the apartment.

Miss Larieux, if you could avoid answering next to my

questions, it would save time everyone. I ask you a question

simple, could you simply answer? We ask you if

you've already seen it, that's all.

Yes, I saw her.

THANKS. Or ? In the street.

Only in the street? I also have him carried letters. Ah, we're getting there.

You carry these letters in secret ?

No, I asked to see her and we drove to his apartment.

Was she talking to you? She could ask questions.

When was that? Even recently.

Could you be more precise? About 15 days ago.

What kind of questions? If he was going Well, if he exercised. He

did? He was talking.

During his career, you have followed in all his positions? Yes, all of them.

Have you ever been separated from him? Except once.

Five months in Cuba.

For what ? Because of a woman he has required.

Which woman? A woman he saw and who didn't love me.

He rented me a small apartment near the Lagasneau.

I thought about returning to France, but The story ended for you.

Did you have lovers? And he was yours?

Don't want to answer? My life look at me. But no, we are not

not anymore.

I have the right to remain silent. We know by the letters you were part of

these mistresses. You don't have them read? Never.

The princess very freely commands the adventures of your boss. She him

even expresses his preferences. It doesn't should not be allowed after death

people, to rummage through their privileged correspondents. But yes,

these letters can help us find the assassin.

You don't care who has killed your boss? It won't do it

come back.

I'll take you back.

Goodbye, see you soon. I call you to my return from Geneva.

Alright.

Do you know anything new? I don't have you didn't ask the last time you

the night of the murder.

I dined in the restaurant which serves as a canteen.

At Petit Saint-Benoît, rue Saint -Benedict. Around what time? 9 p.m.

I got home at 10:30 p.m.

Didn't he come out? When I go to bed, I go to bed.

I read from my hair book the thoughts of Pascal before turning off the

light.

Was there a theft at my uncle's house? I have the right to know.

Apparently not.

He is a courteous Guillaume.

Venus hears you stop Mars from killing Adonis, her lover.

This painting is not for sale. Oh no, why? She's my mother.

Oh yes ? Your uncle's sister? My father painted it in the 60s.

She could have married in her middle, but he made her believe in his

talent.

He ended up as a painting restorer.

What was he like as a father? This interested in your investigation? It m

Severe and angry.

And your mother? Soft, erased and sad.

Your curiosity satisfied? I have here some letters from the princess.

If you can enlighten me on some points.

Hubert understood, and I agree with him forever grateful that I am

for eternity.

Did you know the prince? You arrived to see him.

How would you describe it? Handsome man and a good rider.

He died following a fall from horse, right? It happens.

Even to the good rider.

Why did the princess have it married rather than your uncle? She has

chose to obey his father rather than his feelings.

This marriage, if I read correctly, was not consumed immediately. The prince

seems to have accepted it. As long as his younger brother could perpetuate the name of

Buines. It seems from another century, but time has no hold on

some large families.

A little all the same.

During the Battle of the Bulge in 1944, this young brother is killed, he has no

heir. A year later, the princess gives birth to a son, Philippe.

She writes to your uncle, thank God.

It's a boy. I'm uncomfortable that you handle these letters in front

Me. These are photocopies, Originals are under sealed. What is this

do you think of these words? It's about yourself, I think.

If the child had been a girl, the princess should have continued

sacrifice until the prince has a male heir. That's exactly what I

must understand.

Your insight honors you.

You know, if the prince consoled himself with this marriage which should have been enough

frustrating... It's possible.

Otherwise the prince met sometimes.

Commissioner, I don’t know if you have the authority to come m

'ask in my store. It's a mandate.

Mandates are in America. All that does not exist with us, Mr. Mazeron.

Perhaps you prefer one summons in due form to

Goldsmiths? If a customer shows up... I'll finish soon.

The prince died three days before your uncle. Your uncle found out, I

guess.

What is your question? What is this What did that mean for him? It was

something acquired only if the prince came to die, my uncle and the princess

would marry.

As quickly as in church.

Fate decided otherwise.

Fate or someone.

Hello, can I help you? Madam Mazeron.

Charlotte, this is for you.

Mr Commissioner, hello.

Good morning.

So, you don't mind if it happens come to my house? It's just up there.

Alright.

Lumila, you can tidy up the cabin try on? It's a real mess.

I left my Normandy and my family very young. I worked in the spring

Haussmann. This is where I met Alan.

As a customer? I forgot what he has purchased.

It was a time of handbag and leather accessories.

He came back several times.

I ended up agreeing to a dinner.

He spoke to me about Pascal, about Plato.

The men I was with before him were... Anyway.

I was impressed, we got married and then they had been

And then? Are you experiencing Jacob? Yes.

His uncle was stationed in Washington at the time and on the occasion of a leave

received us at his home, rue de Bellechasse.

So with him, the current is all continued past.

Was your husband jealous? You suspect?

He's just a poor guy who doesn't know not smile.

He is worried about everything.

His health, his business, his hair, what what people think of him.

I can't let it be forgotten there.

It's a good girl that I have taken as an intern, but she is not

damned to get out of it alone if a customer introduces herself.

Is he still so pale? Your husband ? Yes, he is pale.

It made me suffer.

Suffer ? This thing that the Americans call mental cruelty.

It's a divorce clause there, you know.

Well, I don't want to get started in divorce proceedings which

I don't have the means.

And then he leaves me alone, now.

And humiliated you? He couldn't stand this which he called nonsense.

And then, I did stupid things.

And the girls did it too.

His mother was horrible to me.

It doesn't fit with the description that Did she make it for me? It was a woman

horrible.

A monster.

I let go.

It didn't have to be an assassin.

And how did it end? Like that.

I got fed up.

One day you have to leave. So.

Hop, it's today.

He saw my suitcase open on the bed.

He didn't try to hold you back? He was convinced that I would come back.

That I wouldn't make it without him, with the girls.

I wanted to prove to him his brother.

You cheated on him.

Did he say something to you? No.

As long as I lived with him, I had way too scared.

Physically, you understand me.

Do you have anyone?

Yes.

For a year, a doctor, he has been -even separated from his wife.

How did you get to know each other? On a site of

meeting.

Your husband doesn't give you anything? More than more years.

Supposedly because girls are large.

I gave up.

You were aware, I suppose, of the affair of his uncle? Like all

world.

He spoke of his princess as a almost supernatural creature, then

that... So what? It was a damn naughty.

One day when I went to find him for I don't really know what anymore, I had a

little trouble getting me out of his paws.

Did your husband know? No, my God, I I don't know how he would have reacted.

We didn't have much contact, though. you know what I mean.

It was always very cold, very mechanical.

Well, now I really need to go down. Poor Ludmilla, she must

panic.

What I told you, you don't have need to report, right? J

I was happy to talk to you.

It did me good.

I had a visit from Mr.

Mazron. What did he want? He complains that you walk everywhere

with the letters of his name.

These are photocopies, I gave them to him specified.

He demands as executor testamentary that his writings be

sealed. I tried to make him understand how to navigate a

of flagrantity.

His wife describes him as a kind of sadistic.

Any conclusions to draw from this?

I am tempted to give you an answer of Norman.

It was really necessary to see this lady? A certain Cromière du Quai

'Orsay calls me both hours.

I don't know what you said to him or done, but he complains that you don't

don't move forward and you'll pay incompetence.

Mr. Prosecutor, I have my own rhythm. Without wanting to put pressure on you,

don't you think it would be necessary question... I will do it. Why

right away?

Do you allow me?

Almost hour by hour.

Without him having to tell me.

Did you go to his house? Only one times.

Jacob let me in one day when I knew he wasn't there.

I wanted to visualize the scene of his life to be able to situate it in thought.

How did you learn of his death? Philippe, my son, came with his

and his children for the funeral of my husband.

His wife saw the newspapers to which I am a subscriber and my staff asks

on the entrance hall console.

I never read them.

Did she know? Of my relationship with Armand.

Like everyone else.

We never hid. And your son ? My son too.

He never wanted to see him. It is necessary what to do?

Maggie, the tea is cold.

I'm going to do it again, ma'am. Please pleases.

I beg your pardon, I forgot to offer you some tea.

Thank you.

You see, for 50 years, I had the habit of living with him, in thought.

I knew what he did every hour of the day.

I visited the cities where he was in post when he was still

ambassador.

What time did he die? Between 11 p.m. and midnight.

He was not yet ready to to sleep.

What could have happened? He there was no break-in.

It is probable that Mr. Berthier -Lagesse brought in her assassin,

that this one or that one was already in the place. What if? You suspect

Jacob? Everyone and no one? No, not her.

She was so devoted to us.

20 years ago, she broke her arms in Switzerland. She was the one who wrote

under his dictation.

You communicated only by letters ? Yes.

Why not the telephone? I had to to my husband.

What relationship did you have with him? My husband? I respected him infinitely.

But you didn't like him.

Not the way I like Armand.

From what I was told, was he cheating on you? Hubert, it's not

the word.

We didn't hide anything from each other.

So you weren't jealous? And the side, would you say that it is?

Jealous of who? From me? For example ? No.

Or, like a dog is jealous of his master.

No, he wouldn't be shocked to to hear people talk like that.

He was a beautiful animal in his youth. Was she his mistress? She was.

Weren't you jealous of her? My only fear was that he would encounter

a woman capable of taking my place in his thoughts.

I wouldn't have imagined... We don't know really nothing about the assassin.

Only that he shot him in the face head and then he continued to shoot

on the body.

It takes terrible hatred to do That, isn't it? We had enough

composure to pick up the shell casings, make everything disappear, erase the

fingerprints. All this does not fit with blind rage. Hate is not

rage.

It's true.

Thanks, Maggie.

Really, you don't want to? I don't Don't insist, then.

Chacotte has not tried to contact you after finding... She may have

tried, but the phone wouldn't stop no ringing since the death of my

so much so that my exasperated son ended up cut it.

Nor tried to see you? The day of funeral? No, impossible.

Do you know the terms of the will? of Mr. Berthier-Lagès?

Overall, Armand cared about me leave your furniture and belongings

personal so that I have impression, if he died before me,

a bit like his wife.

Do you accept this milk? It's his will.

And his will is mine.

I'm going to have to, because of the name I carry, to continue living here,

in this house, instead of m 'install rue de Bellechasse, as I

always dreamed of.

But I will reconstruct the apartment 'Armand here.

I am his widow.

In fact, Jacob knew that when your husband, you would go and settle down

from Bellechasse? It made him happy.

And your son? My son what? He is now the heir to the name.

He would be just as happy if Armand had lived.

He's still in Paris, I think. Yes, he went down with wife and child to the

Scribd Hotel. He never resides at you? Yes, yes, sir

commissioner. I can't stand the children.

It is a mistake to believe that all women are made to be mothers.

I had Philippe very young, because it was my duty.

I took care of him, but it's stop there.

He has six.

He was born at 24, the youngest nine.

No, the idea of having screams and cavalcades in the house, no.

Mother, the children would like to tell you goodbye. Ah, Philippe, we were talking

you, precisely.

Commissioner Maigret.

Ah, but we crossed paths time.

Aurélie has put away all her pencils color ? Absolutely all of them, mother. I'm there

I was watching, personally.

The commissioner would like to ask you some questions. Where do you want

receive? I don't know, whatever where.

In the library, perhaps, you You'll be calmer, right? You

finished with me, Mr. Commissioner? Keep me informed.

What happens next in the investigation? When the Armand's body will be returned to his family,

his nephew.

You don't smoke? Only the pipe.

Me, the cigar, but not here.

My mother wouldn't admit it.

Curious coincidence, no? Both dead? You think they can

related? Not you.

Did you know the victim? My mother showed it from afar when I was

child. And then later, it came to me happened to come across him.

Did you blame him?

for having deprived my father of love to which he should have been entitled.

For example ? I have never lived like that.

My mother had a kind of love for him mystical.

I would even say quite naive.

My father was the first to smile.

In any case, before his fall.

That's to say ? He is not dead right away.

He suffered a fractured pelvis.

And one of the consequences of operation that didn't work, it's

developed in the last days a delirious like what...

I was not his son, but reality that of Berthier Lagesse.

Was it really a crime? I asks you the question.

My mother swore to me that there was no never had anything physical.

Besides, I never doubted it.

When did you arrive? Sunday after -noon.

But I had already come this week last time to see my father. But like

didn't know that his condition would deteriorate Suddenly, I left again.

Did you come with your family? My wife and children only arrived

Monday. I assume you had a interview with your mother.

You mean, did she tell me talked about his future marriage? Useless, I

knew it would happen. Except that it didn't happen.

No.

And that is very strange.

You have no suspicion? We cannot not talk about suspicion. You think about

someone, to someone whose life was going to be changed by the death of your

father.

Let's say that I know the existence of Jacob.

I don't want to sound rude, but I would like to say goodbye to my family

before they leave. I wouldn't want not that they arrive at our house at night.

How long will you stay in Paris? Tomorrow evening. At the Scribd Hotel? Yes.

where were you the night of the murder? Between 10 p.m. and midnight.

I had dinner here with my mother. Alone ? Until upon the arrival of Father Gauge.

Who is this Abbot Gauge? It's his director of consciousness.

My mother is a real frog font. Besides, she must very

discuss this point with Jacotte. They have it in common. One of these

traditionalists who did not last Vatican II.

He wears the cassock, he is old, I I'm not sure it's clean.

I suspect the worst faults.

I don't understand how my mother can 'appreciate. What time did he arrive?

? A little before 10 a.m. I left one quarter of an hour later.

And you went straight back to the hotel? Yes.

Finally, I went to see my children and my wife at the hotel

to kiss them, because they had arrived the day before.

And then afterwards, I came out. I am went to get some fresh air at the Champs-Élysées.

Was it midnight? Good.

And then after all, maybe it's okay seem incongruous to you given the

circumstances, but at home, I don't have everything. I'm too famous for

allow the slightest story.

So, when I come to Paris, I have need... How to say? From me

So, at the Champs-Élysées?

She was dark, not very tall.

She had a large mole under the left breast.

Yes, she was awkward.

And her dress, she wore a pink dress fuchsia.

French? Yes, foreigners m 'intimidate.

His first name, his last name? I don't have him asked.

Where did it happen? A studio, rue de Berry. There was business in the

wardrobe, in the bathroom too, so I think it must have been at

her.

I hope, Mr Commissioner, that you understand me.

I wouldn't want my wife to take for herself outside of

'a certain world.

I bought a chicken.

It keeps.

And your business? If we didn't talk about it not.

Sir, lady? What do you want? I don't really know.

Me, as a starter, the snails and after, the calf's head.

Madam, if you like shells Saint-Jacques, I recommend them to you.

They are fresh from the market.

Ah OK.

You're going to get a starter.

Pears with vinaigrettes, then? And a Saint Joseph, does that suit you? A Saint

-Joseph from Guigal.

Perfect. Thank you so much.

Ridiculous. Ridiculous.

Are you talking to yourself? It was not necessary get up.

What is ridiculous? I made a dream, a stupid dream.

A large room, like a hall ball.

And there was Mazron, a priest, old, all elegant, wrinkled,

parchmented. And I was in the middle, like the village idiot.

And the priest was in a cassock.

And he spoke in Jacotte's ear and he used the word openly.

So me, to give myself confidence, I was looking for my tobacco in my

pants and... What? I was at hair.

The bottom.

Above, the pajama jacket.

Well...

Okay, that's it, I can turn it off.

I went to the rue de Berry side, around 10 p.m.

There were three or four girls.

I end up spotting the one who most closely matched the description.

A little brunette.

She told me she wasn't there the famous evening because she was going

her baby in the countryside.

I saw another one come out with a foreign tourist.

She confirmed the mole.

According to her, he was quick and he well paid.

She also noticed...

A monogram on his shirt.

A blue one with a white collar.

She doesn't see that often.

The letters were PDV.

Did she remember the time? Yeah. He left around 11:30 p.m.

It's been less than half an hour, she all-inclusive pass.

Yeah. It can be said that it was fast. Another one.

Another one that's fast? Another one who tells the truth.

Oh.

Mavon. He did say the only ones small-ends Benoît. We got the bill. He

took a new jersey, a net of julienne and a glass of white wine.

No undoing. If he returned to 10:30 p.m., he may well have gone to

uncle. It's a short walk.

So he doesn't have an alibi, but... But ? But no, he doesn't believe it.

For what ? Precisely because he has no no alibi.

And then it's a piss-cold. A piss -cold, it can freak out. Fart

a cable, why? Maybe he is believed to have been deceived. Why now?

After the prince's death, he had a revelation? Mobile is when

surely revenge. Pardon ? I said that... As we know that it was

rider... Finally, I tell myself that... What else do we have? Of

charnis bills.

He really didn't expect to die that he had ordered two beautiful

costumes at Arnis 15 days before to shoot. So that's all that

We have invoices from Arnis. Sorry boss, but we have the clothes

Jacquot.

The ones she gave to the dry cleaners.

What are these clothes? These are servant uniforms.

A white apron, a black dress, white gloves.

To clean the dry.

Are you disappointed? Yes of course.

I'm coming to see you.

Pedorcene Marcel.

Cormier. Cormier.

He accuses you of leaking information that the media should not

answer. I'm not leaking anything everything.

I know well.

SO ? You have all the parts of the folder.

For me, the key is the death of prince.

Do you believe?

Mazeron is the main beneficiary of that of his uncle.

You have checked if he has any needs money? He no longer pays pension

his wife, from whom he is not divorced, 'elsewhere, but separate.

Why not divorced? Because at these people.

I was one of those people, effect.

I even played tennis with Feu-le -Prince, ten years ago.

We were in the same club.

That said, my sister who was divorced, twice. So don't generalize.

I beg your pardon.

She's a good pediatrician, but her life private, it's chaos.

Where were we? Oh yes, Mazron.

Even if he has money problems, I don't don't believe that the interest is the motive

of crime.

And his wife? She confessed to me candidly that Berthier-Lageste has it

formerly. It still doesn't seem to me not sufficient as a mobile.

You don't know women.

I'll talk to mine about it.

So you knew Prince Hubert and his wife, the princess? Here ? Not

personally. She doesn't play tennis.

She did not seem very distressed to me, nor by the death of her husband, nor by that of

his great love. They say that nothing has taken upon us.

Where it is, I'll pass it on to you.

Mr Commissioner, it is for you.

It's Moërs.

It's Moërs.

Put it on speaker.

You need to get a cell phone, I assures you.

You are short of breath.

I have the results of the tests on the housekeeper's clothes. I agree.

Yes, then? They are positive.

There are gunfire projections on the gloves, on the apron, the dress.

It's her, without any doubt.

She shot.

Thank you, Moët.

This is a result.

That I make you happy.

You hold your culprit and I breathe.

Can I use the device? Yes, good on.

Maigret, who is on Jacotte? The Point ? So he stops it immediately.

Yes, yes, in custody.

No, not the pliers.

And you notify him of his rights, Above all.

Yes ? Mr. Cromière.

You are in police custody under the Article 63.5 of the procedural code

criminal. You are suspected of offense that could land you in prison.

do you have any idea of ​​the offense in question? No. I think so.

You have the right to assistance from a lawyer. Do you know one? No.

Can we appoint one automatically? I don't I don't need it.

When you are brought before the judge investigation, if he puts you under investigation,

you will need it.

We'll see.

Traces of powder were found on the matters that you have brought to

dry cleaning.

How do you explain it? I don't have to explain it.

These traces prove that you have used this weapon very recently.

This weapon? Or another.

What did you do with it? I have nothing to say.

You insist on repeating the same words all throughout your custody? You

know, it can be up to 48 hours. It's long. It's very tiring.

Don't worry about me.

Do you hate your boss?

You couldn't stand that princess marries him and moves into

'apartment where you lived decades in the most perfect privacy

him?

For me, it's whatever you want.

I have plenty of time.

We'll bring you some water.

And you want a sandwich? I have it brought up from the Dauphine brewery,

are excellent. I'm not hungry. Not allergy, no food phobia?

No, but I'm not hungry.

You can call the brewery who will make ham sandwiches

-pickle and for me... No, a coffee for me and mineral water.

Still or carbonated? Flat. We make a answer.

We are writing to each other, you.

And I notice you're not coming.

All I want is the why.

What ? Sorry to bother you. I can talk to you, boss.

You know he breaks me in the interrogation.

I'm sorry, but I think it's important.

Julien de Vuines.

What does he look like? 25 -30, drawn at four pins. It must be the eldest

Prince Philip, that. What is he want? You talk naughty, son.

I put him up there with Baron.

Do you know Julien de Vuines? For what ? I ask you if you

know.

Is he Madame's grandson? He is there.

Do you know why? I should know? Jacob, stop.

Miss Larieux, stop answering my questions by questions. I

ask if you know why this Julien wants to see me. Answer.

I have no idea.

And are the sandwiches coming? East -what I have the right to see

a priest?

Do you want to see a priest? I would like talk to Father Gauge.

The director of conscience of princess? It's immediately good.

NOW ? Yes, it won't be long.

Where can we reach him? At presbytery of Sainte-Claude-Tilde.

Emergency contact, Father Gauge.

It must be in Sainte-Claude-Tilde.

Bring him back so he gets here soon do your health.

Jacob wants to see him. I believe it is important, and even very important.

And if he is administering a extreme unction? I don't have time

to have humor.

As soon as he is there...

You all go out and leave them in head to head.

Is that regular, boss? I m 'crazy.

Please sit down again.

Thank you, Baron.

I thought you were on your way to Normandy with your family.

No, not me, I have classes on rue d 'Ulme.

And when I heard that you were going at my grandmother's house, I almost came

speak to you, but in the presence of my father... What couldn't you

say in the presence of your father? Tuesday, I went to see my uncle.

Your uncle? Yes, that's how I I got into the habit of calling Mr.

Berthier gestures.

I had more proximity to him than 'with mine.

Did you frequent him? I didn't talk about it not.

Well, I didn't hide it either.

Since I was little, I had heard talk about history with my grandma

Have you read his letters? His own, no.

When did you meet him in the flesh and bone? Two years ago, in a

reception.

He seemed moved to see me when I introduced myself.

Later he received me Ruth Belshazzar on my initiative.

He was warm, full of anecdotes, fun.

Did he often receive you? At least one times a month.

A year ago, I...

I had a sentimental crisis.

I couldn't tell my parents, even less to my grandfather.

And he was very attentive, he told me helped a lot.

You didn't like Prince Hubert, your grandfather? It was for me a

foreigner.

On the contrary, I have always felt comfortable with my grandmother, but this

that I was living, she would not have understood, I couldn't.

And your mother?

I don't want to be mean, but I would say that there is the most difficult task

important, whether stupid or not, what There's anything else.

Brief.

What troubled you on Tuesday? when you saw Berthier Lagesse?

For the first time it seemed to me old.

Well, not only that, but worried.

I think even terrified.

Terrified. I had always seen him cheerful, optimistic, funny.

And there...

Did you say anything to him? Something like, in a year, my

-mother will be your wife.

He didn't answer anything.

I was clumsy enough to insist, and then he told me, with a voice that I

did not know at all, we were not won't let it happen.

They won't let us do it, you are sure? Or they won't let me.

His face, his expression, he had took ten years, he was gray.

Well, at the time, I told myself that it was perhaps a reaction to the

death of my grandfather. They had almost the same age.

But since then, it's stuck in my head.

Have you talked to anyone about it? HAS your grandmother? To no one.

But the more I think about it, the more I believe he was terrified, he felt

threat.

Yes, the priest is there. What is he like? Old.

But he stinks.

Tobacco.

Did you do as I told you? Yes, Yes.

For you, the one you call your uncle feared being killed? In all

case, he was contemplating misfortune, clearly.

And are you talking about his friends? Yes, they had lost them all.

And his enemies? In 50 years of career, I imagine that they are

a few.

Yes, so he hid them well.

Thanks very much.

Don't we sneak the microphone in?

What

Could he have told her? What could she have told him,

her? And there I can read about his lips, “Ego te absolvo”.

And

there?

Yes,

Mr. Prosecutor.

No, I still don't have a phone portable.

Yes, it has its drawbacks, but also its advantages. I don't drive no

more.

They have been together for around twenty of minutes.

Yes, you will be the first to inform.

Of course, Mr. Prosecutor.

I apologize for having you makes you wait.

I guess you can't smoke here.

Please sit down.

I'm listening to you.

We don't all live in the same time.

Miss Larieux, you see, doesn't know or does not want to know that on some

points, the Church has changed a lot.

What I mean is that his faith deep, naive, anchored in another

time, dictated to him a behavior that I I thought it was my duty to make him

give up.

His touching concern, and I would say unfortunately anachronistic, was that

Mr. Bertier-Lageste does not receive Christian burial.

He committed suicide.

She wanted to wait until the funeral speak.

I managed to reassure her about what was most important to him.

The Church will not refuse Mr. Berthier -Lage his blessing.

I was going to bed when I heard the shot.

You are not so deaf as you have kindly tell us.

I rushed into the office and I saw the gentleman on the ground, his face

child. He was spraying.

He was next to him.

What have you done? I went look for a mirror in my room to

to make sure he was no longer breathing.

Afterwards ? I thought about calling princess. But you don't have it

I mean, it's suicide, I don't couldn't.

And I imagined what happened next.

Civil burial.

So what? I prayed.

Afterwards, I took the gun and I fired.

Asking forgiveness from the gentleman.

And to heaven.

After four shots, it was arrested. It didn't work anymore.

And then I saw these things that shone on the carpet. The sockets.

I picked them up.

I didn't sleep.

At dawn, I washed.

I changed.

I went to the Pont de la Concorde.

I waited until no one was there.

And I did everything on stage.

Go get us some water, please pleases.

Why did he kill himself? There At three months old, his doctor told him

to stop drinking alcohol.

He loved drinking.

He stopped, then he started again.

He started having nightmares.

He complained of stomach aches.

What is his doctor's name? The Doctor Urko.

Your phone, please.

I give myself mine.

Don't fight.

What number ? 01 39 00 37 43.

Hello? Hello, doctor. Here the Commissioner Maigret. I would like you

one of your patients.

Exactly.

It's suicide, it seems.

Doesn’t that surprise you?

Hello ? Can you hear me better now? THE coroner said he had nothing. His

organs were in good condition.

Did you tell him that too? He doesn't didn't believe.

He saw colleagues. And them too.

Got it. Thank you.

No, I say thank you, doctor. At goodbye.

A little hard of hearing, Doctor Urgo.

Berthier Lagesse had slipped into the head that he had cancer.

He had always been so proud of his health.

It started with the prostate.

It humiliated him to get up at night.

And then all his friends died one by one after the others.

One of them, we worked hard to to last three years in

terrible. He had told his doctor, if you don't kill me, you

assassin.

You no longer support patches nicotine.

You should get one of these days.

I'll think about it.

Think about it before the gods.

You can smoke, but on condition that open the window.

I'll wait.

Come on, tell me everything.

You will have my report during the day.

I'm going to have Jacob drive home her, or rather at the notary, since

today is the opening of the will.

There is nothing more disappointing, it seems, than 'a man who reaches the height of his

wishes. You think that Berthier Lagesse, about to realize his dream,

would have succumbed to disappointment? This has rather been in a form of terror, if

I understood well. Believe yourself to be suffering from 'an incurable disease, it's a

symptom of melancholic depression.

If you say so, I'm not doctor.

Don't offer for any husband to the princess that a cripple at the end of his life must have

seem atrocious to him. Why talk about disappointment? No, I was dreaming my eyes

open, I wondered what would be happened if Berthier Lagesse had not

not killed and if he had finally married the princess.

What ? Is something bothering you? C Maybe it's me who's disappointed.

Is it already there? Yes.

How good does it smell? Is this that it would not be sustainable

prune bread? I hope that suits you.

But what madness. I followed the recipe.

But what do we drink with that? What do we start with? Because I

starve.

Hey, it's you.

Good morning. What can I do for you? Mazran is not there? He

to a sale. I'm replacing it.

You are at his service.

Want to buy something? I wondered how he got by,

the will had favored him or not.

In short, I wanted to take a tour.

Nice, that.

It's a harpsichord cover, beginning of the seventh.

Avoid touching.

The case is closed.

And the testimonies of Abbé Gauche and of Doctor Rourgaud were decisive.

Everything rested on them, basically.

He's your doctor too, I believe.

Since when? What does it matter? C It's a beautiful story that you tell us

served. Everyone believed him.

Even me.

But I remember the words of Berthier Lagesque.

Julien, the prince's grandson, gave me reported.

They won't let me do it.

Well, it's not an illness.

It had to be someone.

As you say yourself, The case is closed.

You didn't want to go to the house princess or is it she who doesn't have

from you? What is your relationship with Mazeron?

His wife called him cruel, but with you, it's like the idea that he must

of water.

You must remind him of his mother.

Ah, that's it.

Yes, it falls.

I hope nothing happens Mazeron. It's not that I adore him,

it would perhaps be more difficult for you this time.

Did it go well? Good.

So what else does he have? stomach? Maybe it's this salad

of potatoes.

No, there's no one there.

It's rain.

Nobody came.

13 people.

Interesting person.