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Oh, the old city! She whispered to me...

...a story last fall about Mr. Albert Fr�d�ric.

I used to drive him around a lot in winter.

He was a lawyer that man.

I've grown up in there, but I don't like him very much.

Just the same, he had lots of money.

And he liked music.

He discovered a young musician...

...by the name of Michel Lacoste.

Ah, poor Michel!

He didn't love much money and he had a hard time...

...living with the crazy wife...

and trying to make music.

And there was a girl...

Miss Roberts, an American. She was a writer too.

Gee, she was a nice girl.

Oh, she... she was as pretty as my granddaughter Maggie Tooley.

"L'information"? City desk.

Yes... Yes, go ahead.

Accident 5:20 P.M.

H�tel-Dieu Hospital.

Who?

Ren�e Brancourt.

Where?

What age?

Get by a truck? Is it critical?

Yes. Yes, that's right.

Uh-huh, I have it, thank you.

Hello.

A nurse phoned from the H�tel-Dieu Hospital.

Is it worth anything?

Ren�e Brancourt.

Yes, there may be a story there.

She was a very famous actress who...

...left the stage years ago...

...when her fianc� Robert Marchand died in an accident...

...at Montmorency Falls.

All right, should I see her?

Yes, and look up Albert Fr�d�ric.

The lawyer?

That's right. He was a friend of theirs.

I'd like you to do a feature on her career and he can help you.

This will introduce you to him.

Okay, boss. H�tel-Dieu it is.

Who is it?

It's a young lady from a newspaper.

Do you wish to speak with her?

I'm glad.

The newspapers haven't forgotten me entirely.

How could they forget anyone as famous as you?

Five minutes only, please.

Miss Brancourt, I have a picture here from our files.

Do you remember it?

Oh, yes.

Yes...

It was taken the week before Robert was killed.

Robert Marchand, your fianc�, I know.

The accident at Montmorency falls.

Oh, it was no accident. He was killed!

Oh, please, please, lie down, lie down.

Wasn't an accident?

There was an inquiry.

He was murdered.

They said I was insane. They put me away.

Miss Brancourt, who?

Who did this to you? Who claimed you were insane?

Years later, they let me out.

They said I was harmless then.

I've lived in fear, dreadful, here day and night...

Day and night.

Day and night.

You must rest. You mustn't excite yourself.

You'll have to leave now.

Oh, but this is important. Just another minute, please.

I'm sorry.

May I come back tomorrow?

Maybe.

Mr. Albert Fr�d�ric, please.

Mr. Durant, of "L'information" sent me.

- Will you come in? - Thank you.

This way, please.

If you'll wait in here.

- Ask her to wait, please. - Very well, sir.

It's no good!

Oh, I thought it a delightful motive.

I wish it finished.

Please, don't be polite to me.

Oh, you artists are never satisfied with yourselves.

Michel, you really should be on top of the world.

Finally your concerto will be performed...

...and it is a great piece of music.

It could be.

Now let's drink to your success.

My success...

Is it as bad as all that?

Why don't you confide in me?

You are all upset.

You want to keep it within your four walls,

but sometimes the walls are much thinner than one thinks.

What's the matter with Blanche?

We just can't get along, that's all.

Another man?

No, there's no other men, no other woman,

it's just between her and me.

But what is between her at you?

I don't know where to begin and where to end.

Hysteria?

I am an old lawyer.

I've looked into many unhappy marriages.

There are only a few basic causes.

No, it isn't Blanche's fault.

You see, it all started when she realized...

...that her voice wasn't good enough for a career.

It's unfortunate, but...

...doesn't she realize that she's the wife...

...of a man with a great talent, a great future?

She hates my music.

Well, she envies you.

You have something in and her life is empty.

She hates me and that makes her think that I hate her.

Do you want to listen to another record?

It's not exactly music.

What is it?

Wait.

This is what I heard this morning.

To whom it may concern:

I, Blanche Lacoste, living in constant fear of death,

with which my husband threatens me,

want it known that should I be found dead, it was his doing.

Blanche Lacoste.

I wouldn't take this too seriously.

Maybe she found this device in a mystery book.

You smoke too much.

You worry too much.

Try to muddle along until after the concert...

...and then we'll attack your marital problem.

On the strength of this, we should be able to force a separation.

It's hopeless.

Michel...

You can't go on like this.

I know I can't foretell.

Today you are sorry for her,

you made a mistake and you want to carry the responsibilities.

But one day, it will be too much.

One day, you will hate her.

She's driving you to a crisis.

Oh, you must excuse me for a few minutes.

Somebody's waiting for me.

But why don't you help yourself to another drink?

No, thank you.

I must go now.

I don't want her to be alone too long.

If you cannot find peace at your home, I can always put you up.

Thanks, Albert.

You're very generous to me, as always.

You know why?

Because I believe that someday you'll be a very famous man...

...and I want to be mentioned in your biography.

I am very vain, Michel.

-Good night. -Good night.

-Miss Roberts? - Mr. Fr�d�ric?

-How do you do? -Good evening.

Would you come into the library?

I confess to the prejudice for open fires on a night like this.

So you are working for my old friend, Durant?

Yes, he seems awfully nice.

Very charming.

I've known him for more years than I can remember.

Oh, surely you're a good deal younger than Mr. Durant.

Well, in spirit at least.

May I offer you a brandy?

Oh, I'm afraid I haven't time.

Rather, you see... we go to press at midnight.

My dear miss Roberts,

it has taken this brandy 68 years to reach his full flavor.

I am sure you can spare it five minutes.

Well, if you insist,

but I'm very anxious to get all the information I can on Ren�e Brancourt.

And, since you knew her and Robert Marchand so well, I thought....

Ren�e Brancourt?

The actress.

She was taken to the H�tel-Dieu this evening.

To a hospital?

Yes, she was hit by a car.

I don't think they expect her to live.

Poor Ren�e!

Tragic end to a tragic career.

You bring back sad memories.

She was to have married my dearest friend, and then...

...he died in an accident.

Yes, I know. She told me.

She told you. You talked with her?

Yes, just for a few minutes, though.

I'm going to see her again tomorrow.

She... she ever play doesn't believe that Marchand's death was an accident.

Of that she seems to be convinced.

Yes. Yes, I know poor Renee's fixation.

But, naturally, there was a very complete investigation...

... at the time of the inquest, so...

Everybody would agree, Mr. Fr�d�ric, but...

...shock can balance her mind?

My dear miss Roberts, I'm not an expert,

but two of our leading doctors agreed that it had.

So there was nothing else to do but accept their opinion.

I suppose you're right, but...

...there was something about the way she talked.

And I think she knows the end isn't far away.

Doctors and no doctors... It's... it's hard to believe.

It is hard.

And it's heartbreaking.

I must telephone the hospital and see if there's anything I can do for her.

Oh, I've upset you. I'm sorry.

Mr. Durant thought...

...well, maybe you'll be able to give me some personal details.

I am upset, but this comes as rather as to be a shock.

I'm afraid there is...

...there isn't really anything I could do for you right now.

But supposing I call Durant in a couple of days and then,

if you don't mind coming back...

No, no, I'd be glad to.

Thanks for all your kindness to me.

Oh, I assure you it was nothing.

At least I've had the good fortune of making your acquaintance.

Thanks again.

Good night.

Good night, miss Roberts... but not good-bye, I trust.

H�tel-Dieu?

Yes... yes?

Oh!

Are you a relative?

I see.

Well, I'm sorry to tell you that miss Brancourt died.

Half an hour ago.

Oh!

Thank you.

Mr. Durant, please.

Hello.

Hello, Edward?

This is Albert. Albert Fr�d�ric.

I want to congratulate you and your taste in reporters.

As you get older, it's improving.

Maybe you're just getting more appreciated the older you get.

Charming, obviously.

Also a good reporter, which is something else again.

No doubt.

But, seriously, my friend,

why assign a reporter to reopen old wounds?

Poor Robert is dead for 20 years, and..

I just heard that half an hour ago Ren�e Brancourt passed away.

Why not let them rest in peace?

Yes, I think you're right, Albert.

Maybe just a brief feature might be best.

That's right, thank you.

Good night.

Good night, Albert.

Mr. Fr�d�ric was most charming.

I've just been speaking to him.

He told me Ren�e Brancourt just died.

Oh no! Poor thing!

Mr. Fr�d�ric must have phoned the hospital right after I left.

It's a very interesting man your friend.

Yes, he's a connoisseur. He's a great believer in beauty.

Nobody in the city does more for the Arts.

Incidentally, I don't think we'll be running that story on Ren�e Brancourt.

Oh, no. Wait.

That's front page news this Ren�e Brancourt's story. Read that.

No, we're just printing an obituary.

All right. That's what Mr. Fr�d�ric wants.

That's what I want.

Okay, boss. You're the editor.

On your forehead, Mr. Durant.

Oh, how did you know?

Maybe I'm psychic.

Miss Roberts, somebody wants to see you.

- Who, me? - Yes.

Good evening. You wanted to see me?

Yes. I am sorry to tell you that miss Brancourt...

Yes, yes I know.

Well, she made me promise to bring you this.

And she said not to give them to anyone but you.

Keys?

Yes, to a room.

117, Silver Court.

117, Silver Court.

Oh, where's Rene Brancourt's room?

She's not home.

I know. I have to get some things from her room.

Upstairs, number seven.

Thank you.

A kitten!

You'd better lend me one of your nine lives.

You just frightened me out of one of mine.

I bet you're hungry.

I'll let you out when I leave.

Did you find what you wanted?

Oh, yeah, thank you.

I... I was just leaving.

Oh, uh... by the way, there's a little cat in there.

I don't think she's been fed today.

Oh, don't worry about that.

This place is full of mice.

Excuse me, Jean.

Could we have a little more expression from the strings?

- Certainly, monsieur. - Thank you.

Mr. Lacoste, your wife's on the phone.

Again? I'm sorry.

We'll wait for Monsieur Lacoste.

Hello? Yes...

But you just phoned me.

Listen Blanche... will you please stop calling me?

No, I'm not absent-minded and you don't have to remind me...

...three times when you want to have something done.

Listen, if you just leave me alone for 5 minutes,

we will be able to finish the run-through.

Yes, yes I will stop at the drugstore...

...and pick up your prescription on my way home.

All right, good night.

I had the Brushwood case that came up this morning.

Yeah, as the matter of fact, we just adjourned it for lunch.

- Will you excuse me? - Surely.

Just let me know how it turns out.

- I'll call you. - All right.

- Good-bye. - Good morning, miss Roberts.

Mr. Fr�d�ric... I... I was just thinking of you.

And I was just thinking of having lunch at the Ch�teau Frontenac.

May I have the pleasure of your company?

All right.

But just give me a few minutes to make myself presentable.

Suppose we meet on the terrace in 15 minutes.

Perfect.

Why must I always find you eating?

Well, Mr. Fr�d�ric, a man must live.

Why? Why must a man live?

With me, it's become a habit.

Gingerbread. No wonder your files have that aroma.

Something I can get for you, Mr. Fr�d�ric?

No, thank you. Don't disturb yourself, my friend.

The young lady who was here just now, a friend of mine...

...left her lipstick.

I said I'd look for it.

She was over there. Second alcove.

She certainly manages to get herself dusty.

No wonder.

Nobody has dug in those Marchand's files for years.

Where the devil would that women leave her lipstick?

I don't know why, but they are always losing something.

Easy.

I don't know which I enjoyed most,

the lunch or the view.

I'm sorry, I can pick very poorly for the former.

But you should see it in the winter, that's when it is really beautiful.

Yes, I'm looking forward to the snow.

- You ski? - Yes, and you?

No, I prefer the more sedate pleasures of life.

- A cigarette? - Thank you.

Oh! So matches are your favorite doodle, huh?

Yes, my worst vice.

You have many virtues.

Music, art...

I know a lot about you.

You do?

Well, it's part of my job. To know all the prominent people in town, isn't it?

Positive.

I only hope you are as very informed as when you follow your sporting instincts.

Our mountain trips are rather dangerous.

Yes, so I understand.

It doesn't frighten you?

One can't very well be a sportsman and a coward at the same time.

No.

But the real good sportsman knows his own limitations...

...and never takes unnecessary chances.

No matter how he's feeling the challenge.

It's sweet you've been worried about me.

I'll be careful.

Charming of you to come home.

Good evening.

I've been alone all day with this cold...

...and now my hips are beginning to bother me again.

I'm sorry. Maybe you should've gone out.

Where, for instance?

Out in the sun, you need it.

If that's all, it'll be fine.

Whom must I supposed to talk to? The lamp post?

Why don't you make some friends?

Oh, I can be bothered.

I've never met so many stupid people.

Blanche, I've got to work tonight and I'm very tired.

Oh, you are very tired!

Well, I'm sick.

I know you are sick. I wish I could do something for you.

The doctor told me I had to have a complete rest.

He said anything might happen unless I had a complete rest.

I know.

I've tried to send you away.

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

Blanche, please stop jumping at everything I say.

You want to get rid of me.

I want you to go away for a rest, that's all.

You'd do anything to get me out of the way.

I only want you to get well and you know that.

Now, please, let me work.

Oh, sure, sure... you have to work.

It doesn't matter that I'm dying, you have to finish your concerto.

And for what?

Another $300?

Like your last symphony?

I know I won't make any money, but it's worth doing.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Why don't you get wise to yourself?

You're good at wasting your time.

Why can't you write popular songs?

You used to when you were in college.

You suppose if I'd known I was gonna starve and spend...

...the rest of my life living like this, I'd ever married you?

Now, why don't you answer?

There isn't any answer to that, Blanche.

Naturally, you forgot my sleeping medicine.

Forgot your...?

Oh, yes. It's in my briefcase.

I wanna go out for dinner.

Well, why don't you?

You don't expect me to go by myself, do you?

I can't stand another minute in this pigsty.

All right, then clean it up.

Here I am so sick I can hardly see...

....and you expect me to get on my hands and knees

...and scrub floors for you.

Don't let us have another scene, Blanche. Someday I won't be...

Someday, I know, I know...

Are you...?

Michel... Michel!

Who is there?

It's Michel.

Michel...

Michel, how on earth did...?

Come in.

Hold on, listen...

Did you mean it when you said you could put me up?

Well, of course. Come in.

I expected you.

Not exactly tonight, but soon.

Listen, Albert. I can't go home.

- All right. - I... I can't go home.

All right, I know. I know.

Come.

May I have another drink?

No, you've had too many.

What you need is a good night's rest and a clear head.

Clear head!

Albert... Albert, you are so right.

Everything you said.

I knew you'd come 'cause you hate her.

I'll set into action as soon as possible.

But this afternoon... I couldn't stop when I had to.

I felt something.

Hatred?

I was afraid.

Afraid of yourself?

Maybe you'd better have another drink.

Here.

You were afraid that you might kill her?

No, she killed something in me.

What?

My pity.

I don't feel sorry for her anymore.

But you were afraid that you might kill her.

Kill her? No.

But it cross your mind, didn't it?

No.

For a second you thought it would be for the best.

- What? - To eliminate her.

Oh, eliminate... elimi...

Yes.

It's Blanche Lacoste. That's right.

Cause of death: probably an overdose of sleeping medicine.

When can we get the chemical analysis?

Right.

Let me know as soon as you can.

What time did she die, inspector?

Approximately, midnight.

And, uh... what kind of drug did she use?

The analysis is being made now. Should know this afternoon.

And the husband, he was last seen when?

Leaving this building about five o'clock yesterday.

I found this box.

Say Louis Pharmacy.

Let me have that.

That box's hidden?

No, the drawer was full of them.

Oh, messy place, eh?

Hello. Is Louis Pharmacy?

This is inspector Renaud.

I want to check on one of your prescriptions.

The number is 8-3-7-7-2-9.

No, 2-9. That's it.

Who was it issued to? How was it delivered and when?

No, I'll wait.

What are the pics?

Two of the woman, one of some sailors.

Is that the woman they just took out of here?

The same.

You mind if I look at the pictures?

But which one of those beavers is the husband of the murdered one?

Oh, yes? Made out to Mrs. Lacoste.

Yes.

And the refill? Picked up by Mr. Lacoste yesterday.

Thank you.

Yes, I have the doctor's name. We're checking with him.

Yes, thank you, that's all.

What's your opinion, inspector?

I haven't a definite opinion yet.

A neighbor say she was a little...

Why didn't the husband show up?

There could be many reasons.

We'll find Mr. Lacoste, of course.

There's nothing here to convict him,

but I 'd like to ask him a few questions.

For me, it was murder.

And may I ask why are you so positive?

From what I've seen of her housekeeping and clothes,

she was not a romantic treasurer.

She was an exhibitionist, and a depressive.

Kind of a woman who is always sorry for herself.

If that kind of woman commits suicide,

I bet you ten to one, inspector,

she'll leave a note.

No.

It wasn't suicide.

Genius, sheer genius.

Mind if I use the phone?

Sure it's on the house.

Hello, "L'information"? Give me the city desk, please.

Michel! Wake up, Michel.

How did I get here?

Highly intoxicated.

I'm sorry. Please, forgive me.

That's your least worry now. I brought you some coffee.

You'll need it.

Thank you.

My least worry? What do you mean?

You really don't remember what you told me last night?

Last night? What did I tell you last night?

About my quarrel with Blanche?

Quarrel? You said you killed her!

I couldn't have been that drunk.

No! Poor Blanche! I...

It was all my fault.

Where are you going?

Home, to her.

You can't help her now.

You don't think that I did it?

What else can I think? What else can anybody think?

Last night when you told me, I didn't believe it.

But I must confess I've never before misjudged a person so completely.

But she was all right when I left her.

My bachelor doesn't have to know that you are here.

I don't care what anybody knows. I know I didn't do it!

You know what you did do last night?

When did you leave Blanche?

About 5 o'clock.

Where did you go?

To a bar.

Which bar?

I don't know, different ones. I...

What is this? A cross-examination?

No, just a rehearsal.

You haven't read the complete story.

The police are looking for you.

That's all right. I'm going to them myself, I...

No, wait...

It wasn't raining when I came.

I'm sorry but I have to testify against the statement.

It was pouring when I let you in.

When was that?

At exactly 1:35.

Couldn't have been that late.

Last time I looked at my watch it was about 11:00.

What did I do between 11:00 and 1:30h?

No, I couldn't!

I couldn't.

You'll have to make a decision.

Do you want to hang or are you going to fight?

If I did it, I don't want to live.

All right.

Go to the police and tell them you don't remember what you did last night.

Together with the gossip about your frequent quarrels with your wife...

...and the fact that you were at the pharmacy yesterday...

...and bought a powerful drug,

there is enough circumstantial evidence to hang you.

Even without my testimony as to your own confession.

Do you know the sentence?

I do.

You shall be hanged by the neck until you be dead.

But I didn't do it.

Have you ever seen a man hanged?

I have.

It is usually done early in the morning,

by the dim light of dawn.

It is cold, and you shiver.

And you know that you'll never again see the sunrise.

Never again walk in the streets.

Never again smell the air of spring.

And never again hear the sound of music.

But...

But you are great lawyer.

You're my friend. Can't you help me?

You don't really believe that I did it.

I can help you. No matter what I believe.

But I must warn you. My fee is high, very high.

But... you know that I'm poor.

Oh, I don't want any money.

I have all the money I want.

I can even afford the luxury of helping a struggling young artist...

...to the fame I think he deserves.

I have the position I want.

A position which makes it possible for me to snatch an alleged murderer...

...from the gallows.

But, unfortunately, all this is threatened by a certain person.

The woman.

The woman?

Is she threatening your life?

Indirectly. I want her eliminated.

Eliminated? What do you mean?

I'm using your own word.

Don't you remember?

Last night when you told me you've stumbled over her.

Eliminate...

Yes, it sounds...

Familiar?

Anyway, you know now what I mean.

You want me to...

I told you my fee was high.

Albert, this is a poor time for jokes.

Now look, Michel, we've always been friends.

We're both in a bad spot and we can help each other.

I know I can get you out of your predicament.

Now, this other woman, you don't even know her.

Nobody would suspect you.

Because you have no motive.

I'll give you all the directions. You won't be caught.

But she's a human being!

It is either she or I. She or you.

Where are you going?

To the police, to tell everything, including your proposition.

It's a likely story, coming from you.

There is no record of our conversation.

But there is a record, don't forget.

I keep it in a safe place.

It will make such an unusual effect in Court...

...to hear the dead woman accuse her husband.

"To whom it may concern:

I, Blanche Lacoste..."

But you can't use this against me.

I brought it to you myself...

Because you trusted me, and I trusted you...

...then.

But now we know each other a lot better.

Yes, a lot better.

I've always liked you, Michel. I still do.

But if you don't help me, you'll hang.

If you don't rid me of her, I'll find some other way,

but you will not live to see it.

Think it over.

Now don't let the police catch you. Stay away from your apartment.

Move in to a small hotel.

Get in touch with me under the name of Paul Duval.

Need any money?

No.

You know what you did do last night?

When did you leave Blanche?

Where did you go? Which bar?

You wanna get rid of me.

You said you killed her!

You'll do anything to get me out of the way.

I couldn't. I... I couldn't.

It doesn't matter that I am dying. You've got to finish your concerto.

I couldn't have been that drunk.

You wanna get rid of me.

What did I do between 11:00 and 1:30h?

You'd do anything to get me out of the way.

But she was all right when I left her.

You wanna get rid of me.

It couldn't have been that late.

But there is a record.

It will make such an unusual effect in Court...

...to hear the dead woman accuse her husband.

To whom it may concern:

I, Blanche Lacoste...

...want it known that should I be found dead, it was his doing.

No, no... I couldn't have.

I couldn't!

The police are looking for you.

That's all right. I'll report to them myself.

Taxi!

I would like a room.

They're only five cents a day. Any baggage?

No.

Well, you'll have to pay in advance.

- Name? - Duval, Paul Duval.

Address?

Montreal May I use the telephone?

Two, two, one, nine, six.

Albert? This is Duval, Paul Duval.

What's her name and address?

I've got a package for miss Roberts.

I'm miss Roberts.

Are you sure you're miss Roberts?

What do you wanna do? See my birth certificate?

Oh, he didn't say nothing about that.

He just said make sure you give it to Miss Roberts.

- Who said it? - Oh, some guy.

Well, some guy... I can't imagine who that is.

Why don't you open it to find out?

You know, I thought of that.

Funny. Wait a minute.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Paul Duval.

Who is he?

Miss Edith Roberts.

That does it.

It was a beautiful dream.

Hello.

Uh, Mr. Duval, please. Paul Duval.

Just a minute.

That's the call you've been waiting for.

Hello? Yes, this is Mr. Duval.

Hello, Mr. Duval. This is miss Roberts speaking.

I've just received some lovely roses with your note.

I... hate to tell you this but...

...you reached the wrong miss Roberts.

You see, my name is Mary, not Edith.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I wasn't sure of the address and I asked the florist to check it.

He must've made a mistake.

Oh, uh... I thought you might like to pick them up.

All right. Where do you live?

I'm at the Chateau apartments. on Grande All�e.

Oh, that's not very far from here.

If I may, I will pick them up myself.

All right. Uh... I'll be in all afternoon.

I'm terribly sorry to have troubled you.

I will be up later. Good-bye.

- Miss Roberts? - Yes.

I am Paul Duval.

I've just talked to you on the telephone.

Oh, yes, of course, the flowers.

- Come in, won't you? -Thank you.

I'm afraid I haven't wrapped your roses yet.

Come on and take them over.

Flowers are so beautiful and...

...I almost wish my name were in it.

I'm sorry to put you to this trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble.

I've just put them in water to keep them fresh.

Miss Roberts...

I'm afraid my mind was somewhere else when you telephoned.

Otherwise, I would've never suggested to...

Oh, please... I understand.

Why don't you just leave them where they are?

Well, if you like. Thank you.

But, �how about the other miss Roberts?

Oh...

I haven't been able to find out where she's staying.

Oh, it's too bad!

But, not surprising. You see, I've been away for 5 years...

...and these roses were meant to be an announcement of my return.

Oh, it's a shame you had to be disappointed,

but, after all, 5 years is a long time.

Yes, I'm beginning to discover that.

I almost feel like a stranger in my own city.

Oh, you were born here?

You come from Quebec?

Mr. Duval... is something wrong?

May I have a glass of water?

Oh, yes, of course.

Maybe you'd like something stronger. I have some scotch.

You're very kind. Please don't worry, I...

...I'm just a little overtired.

Why don't you take off your coat and make yourself comfortable?

- I won't be a minute. - Thank you.

Excuse me, I'm always drawn to a piano.

Don't, don't get up.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Tell me, is there anything else I could do?

No, thank you, I'm quite all right now.

Well, please, don't stop playing then.

That is if you feel like it.

Well, what would you like me to play?

Your choice.

All right.

You know it?

No, but I'm sure I should.

You like it?

Very much.

What is it?

Oh, it's quite an unsung bop and I'm glad you like it.

Oh, it is warm in here.

I didn't realize. The afternoon sun just pours in.

It always sticks.

Please, let me help you.

You live rather higher here, don't you?

That's why I chose this apartment. For the view.

I can see the whole city.

Every morning, when I open this window,

I'm surprised all over again to see how beautiful it is.

I love Quebec.

Don't you?

Very much. Only mine is a different kind of love.

Of course.

Must be mixed with personal memories for you.

Yes.

Right over there,

from the ferry boat we used to look at the ocean liners when we were children.

It was our Sunday trip.

And, over there, to the right,

that old white house, it used to be my father's home.

Mr. Duval!

Heights make me nervous.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I... I must go now.

Really do you have to?

Yes, I... I must go.

You're a strange man. I thought you were going to...

You thought what?

Well, I thought I was enjoying this.

I thought you were too.

You did?

Don't be so nice to me.

You are very foolish.

You think I'm the only person who might look for you in this place?

I know, but I just had to.

No one saw me come in.

Listen.

Beautiful.

How beautiful!

By far, the best thing you've ever done.

What a pity if it were your last.

Did you meet her?

Yes, I did.

When are you going to see her again?

I don't know.

Well, I suggest soon, and not in town.

The young lady is a stranger in Quebec.

I'm sure she's never visited Montmorency Falls.

What do you mean?

A magnificent waterfall.

At times very lonely and deserted.

You asked her to come here?

- No, why? - Look!

What is she doing here?

I wonder. She's a very inquisitive young lady.

Look, I know Mr. Deslauriers is busy,

but we're doing a story on the Lacoste case tonight.

I've got to see him.

Well, miss you'll have to wait.

They'll be through in a few minutes.

Sit down, please.

But... that's Michel Lacoste's concerto?

Yes. I'll get Mr. Deslauriers now.

Incredible! Michel Lacoste in your apartment!

What was he doing there?

Oh, we just had a couple of drinks,

he played me something of this music.

Music? While Rome burns!

Don't you realize the police are looking for this man?

We'd better report it.

Oh, no, wait. Can't you see the headlines?

No headline is worth that risk.

Oh, I don't think there's much for risk.

Besides, the headlines might read quite tepidly.

This man's not a murderer.

What makes you think so?

Lots of things.

Besides, I... I feel it.

You feel it.

You women are always matching your feelings against logic and fact.

That's a fraud.

No, that's a shortcut.

Listen to me.

You wouldn't let me solve the Marchand mystery.

Give me a chance.

Let me prove the innocence of Michel Lacoste.

I'm going to try it, anyway.

You can only make it tougher for me.

Well, if you must.

But I think you'd better take this.

Do you know how to use it?

Yes.

Yes, I do.

But I'm sure I won't need it.

Is Mr. Duval in?

Number 11, upstairs.

Well, could you...

Could you just tell him I'm here?

Number 11, there's a lady down here to see you.

No, it's not the Ritz.

Oh, it's you.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, you're not.

As you can see by the splendor of this place, I'm not working.

Why did you come here?

Oh, I was just passing by and...

...it's such a lovely day outside and...

...I was strolling and I...

No. No, that's not true.

I left the apartment with the intention of seeing you.

About what?

About yourself.

Last time when you left so abruptly...

I guess I... I do owe you an explanation for that.

No, you don't.

Even before you left, I... I realized that...

...you're lonely and very upset.

It's a bad combination.

So you came to offer me your friendship.

Hmm... only my company.

In case you needed somebody to talk to.

I'm a good listener.

I noticed that.

But not only for music.

Look,

I... I'm as inexperienced as I look.

I'm a newspaper woman.

You think I might be good for a human-interest story.

Maybe you're right.

It might be a relief to talk to you.

You know what? We'll take my car...

...and go for a drive in the country.

Why drive in the country?

Why not? You're afraid of my driving?

All right, you drive yourself.

Show me what you think uh...

...uh, the most beautiful spot.

Sounds very tempting.

Well, then let's go. Now, huh?

All right.

Will you excuse me for one second?

I... I have to make a telephone call first.

Oh!

About the job maybe?

Yes, it's about the job.

3 - 2 - 9 - 1 - 6

Albert? We're leaving for Montmorency Falls.

How do you expect me to feel?

Cold?

No, wonderful.

Nothing like loafing on a weekday.

I feel like a schoolgirl playing hooky.

You look like one.

What's sad about that?

Oh, nothing, maybe...

...just the thought that you have to work for a living.

But I love it. I really do.

You can't be a good reporter unless you love it.

Tell me, what is your special line?

Do you write for a woman's page or...

...a society column?

Crime.

Where are we going?

Montmorency Falls.

Montmorency Falls!

Yes, why are you surprised?

Because... uh...

Because I wanted to go there myself.

Professionally.

Oh, a new crime story?

No.

A very old one.

Well, shall we try or are you tired?

No, I love to walk.

All right.

Oh!

There go my nylons!

I'll have to fix my garment.

Well, never mind me. I'm just part of the scenery.

Just move out of the scenery.

Be careful, these rocks are very slippery.

It'll be even tougher coming back.

Don't worry about that.

It's awfully far down.

It's even higher than Niagara Falls.

Yes it's... it's very steep too.

Are you dizzy?

No.

You look a little pale.

No, no. It's nothing. I...

...I was just wondering that this place is so deserted.

Yes, we seem to be the only ones loafing on a weekday.

Are you sure you're all right? Maybe I'd better...

Don't move! Don't step it up.

Have you lost something?

Maybe this?

Relax, my friend.

Your worries are all over.

It was an accident.

Never knew her. It's just something you read in the paper.

Tomorrow it will be forgotten like a bad dream.

I paid my fee.

Now, deliver your service.

How are you going to get me out of this?

You don't think I would cheat you?

Excuse me.

Hello?

Of course, I'm always in for Mr. Durant.

Hello, Edward.

Anytime you say.

Of course, we have the morning edition.

Would you like to discuss it tonight in your office?

No, it won't be too late.

I have to attend the meeting myself.

What?

No, I haven't read today's paper.

Did you hear that Miss Roberts, a young reporter,

was accidentally killed at Montmorency Falls?

It's in the last edition.

No! How terrible!

How tragic!

Yes, of course.

Yes, I'll see you tonight.

Poor old Durant! He liked that girl.

I'm waiting for my reward.

Oh, yes. You see,

I must tell you I was in your apartment the night Blanche died.

It doesn't surprise you?

Nothing surprises me coming from you.

I should have known.

You killed her!

No, Michel.

I can prove that I didn't.

By the same means, you can prove that you did.

Here. This makes me a free man again.

I found it pinned to your pillow.

I presume you recognize your wife's handwriting.

Michel:

Poor Blanche!

You made me believe I was a killer, so that I might kill for you.

A second murder is always easier.

Aren't you afraid it might become a habit?

I'd better go.

Oh, good evening, Mr. Fr�d�ric.

Good evening, Johnny. Is Mr. Durant in?

No, he hasn't come in yet,

but, would you care to wait in his office?

Thank you.

Don't probe. You won't find the Diary.

John!

John!

Where is the girl?

Girl?

There was someone here.

There's nobody here, sir. Nobody but you and me.

Hello, Albert. Did I keep you waiting?

No.

Is something wrong? You look upset.

No, I'm all right.

Come into my office. You need a drink.

This business won't take up much of your time.

This girl reporter of yours certainly gave me a shock.

I just saw her..

...at the morgue.

I'll never forget her face.

That's terrible!

Any relatives left?

No, none.

Why, Albert, what is it ? What are you staring at?

Are you sure you're all right? Shall I call a doctor?

No, thank you. Will you drive me home?

We can talk in the car.

Oh, yes.

Sorry, sir.

This is a convent. Men are not admitted.

But all I want is some information, please.

Sorry, we don't give any information.

What can I do for you, sir?

Miss Roberts.

Oh, come in! Come in.

You're not the first who reported today.

I can tell you all about her. Poor soul!

She was such a nice girl.

She kept everything so clean.

You care to see the kitchen?

All her belongings, no family...

Mr. Durant said that the Salvation Army would pick it up today.

Are you going so soon?

It was such a pleasure talking to you!

What are you doing here?

Killers are haunted.

-You see her, too? - Yes, all the time.

We must get over it.

There are no ghosts.

Only hallucinations. It's in our minds.

Yes, but people have been driven out of their minds.

Maybe the noose is better than a straitjacket.

Stop it!

Come right, I'll drive you to town.

No, we'd better not be seen together.

For a ghost, I'm terribly hungry.

How did you find him?

I've never seen such a change in a man.

Tell me, weren't you a little scared?

No, no with you around.

Thanks.

At last!

We had to trail him to the cemetery.

You could've arrested him then, inspector.

He's right for a breakdown.

Arrest him? No.

I haven't a single watertight proof against him yet.

The diary, the doodle, a lot of clues,

but no evidence.

But you are convinced he's a criminal, aren't you?

Why else would I stick out my neck?

But we've got to wait until he really commits himself.

And then, we'll get him.

That's why I printed a false news item in my paper...

...for the first time in my life.

Consciously, I mean.

Maybe he'll commit himself tonight, at the concert.

When he sees me there, you'll be...

He won't see you. You're not going to the concert.

Why not?

I can't spare enough men to protect you in the crowd.

We need a break too, babe.

You don't want to endanger Michel's concert.

Fine they said so.

The safest place for you is your own apartment.

Fr�d�ric has checked it already.

And you have a good radio.

Gentlemen, I will have to excuse myself.

I have to get ready for the concert, you know.

Yes, you'd better run along.

I'll take Mary home.

All right.

Good luck, Michel.

Thanks I'll need it.

Goodbye, gentlemen.

See you later.

Good-bye, Michel.

It's Michel!

Michel, it's you!

I... I had a couple of minutes to spare before the concert and I thought that...

You thought what?

Well, I've tried to think of an excuse to see you...

As if you needed an excuse to see me.

- Come in. - Thank you.

How do you feel?

Oh, a little nervous.

Of course you do. Please, sit down.

Thank you.

You know, this room,

even when I saw it for the first time, it reminded me of....

Of what?

Have you ever felt when you saw a place that you know it?

Or that you're quite sure you have never seen it before?

- As if it were a dream. - Uh-huh.

Tell me, was there a person attached to your dream?

Yes, I suppose there was.

Have you time for a sherry?

No, I am afraid not.

Oh, yes you do, it's early yet.

Take my car and we'll have time.

All right.

Here's to your success.

And to my favorite audience.

Oh, you could say something nicer than that.

What, for instance?

For instance... to the person in your dream.

I would like to say much more than that.

Why don't you?

Please, don't ask me, you know why.

Oh, Michel... You never stop torturing yourself.

Let's drink to the future then.

All right. Yes, to the future.

Listen, may I call you from the Concert Hall, and...

...and may I come back when it's over?

- Will you? - Yes.

Right after the finale.

This is for good luck.

Mary!

Beautiful!

Wonderful!

I always knew it.

I shall arrange a tour for him.

New York, Paris..

Tonight I should be able to sleep.

Too much romanticism in his music,

but there is also spiritual quality that will grow.

Why did he have to meet you?

Oh!

I remember.

His brain still works to perfection.

The moment I saw your car behind the concert hall,

I thought... uh...

I'll remember.

Later.

Later... Listen to this.

Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Stop!

1 - 2 - 5 - 5 - 2

Stay where you are.

Operator, will you please try the number again?

The person must be in.

What do you want?

What is.. what do you want? What do you want?

An accident. It must look like an accident.

You can't possibly want to kill me!

You couldn't do anything crazier!

Stop talking!

If you kill me, it's a confession. A confession to the Marchand murder.

Idiots! I had a right to kill Marchand.

Who was he?

A nobody with lots of money to throw away with both hands.

But in my hands, this money became a blessing.

I've bought beautiful things like this.

And it will go on working for the best, as I decide.

I, Albert Fr�d�ric!

Now,

you have my confession.

- But you are not going to talk. - No.

No, no, no. I'm not going to talk.

I'm not going to say a word, but my corpse would.

Yes, you can't get away with it!

No, no, wait, wait, wait, just a second, please.

Think, think, think!

Where's your alibi?

They'll miss you at the concert.

They'll look for you at home. Think!

Later. My brain will be much clearer.

Later.

Mary! Mary!

An accident, an accident... it must look like another accident!

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