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[V.6.]

(upbeat orchestral music)

(relaxing orchestral music)

(relaxing orchestral music continues)

(pulsing orchestral music)

(crowd chattering)

Give me a paper, Pierre.

Yes, Sir.

Everybody wants to read about the strange disappearance of

the popular musical comedy star.

Pierre, bring me a paper and hurry!

I'm too busy.

You'll have to come down and get it yourself, Monsieur!

Look at this!

It's almost unbelievable

the way she has vanished into thin air.

Every man knows what sort of a woman she is.

I'll wager she's gone off with one of her sweethearts.

(laughs cheerfully)

(crowd chattering)

(somber upbeat music)

Your police department is thoroughly incompetent,

Monsieur, and i'm holding you as Prefect of Police

personally responsible.

Either you find Marie Roget within the next 24 hours,

or i'll see to it that you're relieved of your commission.

Do you understand?

Monsieur, we are doing everything possible.

Posh!

Believe me, I haven't slept for the past 10 days.

I have every Gendarme in the city on the case.

Now what more can i do?

(door knocks)

You wanted to see me?

Yes. This is Dr. Dupin, our Chief Medical Officer.

- Dr. Dupin. - Monsieur.

- Dupin, this is Monsieur Beauvais,

the Minister of Naval Affairs.

He's a very close friend of the Roget family.

- Dupin?

You had something to do with those murders

in the Rue Morgue, didn't you?

Oh, something to do, Monsieur!

Dr. Dupin practically solved those murders single-handed.

Yes? Then why haven't you done something about

this Marie Roget case?

I'm sure we'll find her, Monsieur.

What makes you so positive?

There are very few cases our police fail to solve.

Well, this is one case your famous department

had better solve and quickly,

or you and your friend will be out of a job.

Monsieur Gobelin!

Didn't i tell you i didn't wanna be disturbed?

Yes, but i thought you wanted to know.

A report just came in.

A woman's body has been found in the river,

believed to be Marie Roget.

The body's at the wharf below the second bridge.

Good! Good! Marie Roget. You see, we found her?

I told you we would.

Why are you so sure it's Marie Roget?

Well, that's easily decided, Monsieur.

You yourself can identify her.

Will you come with us now?

Right away?

Why not right away?

(somber suspenseful music)

I'll come along.

(bystander hollering in French)

(ship horn blows)

The face.

Steady, Monsieur. Can you identify the body?

I don't know.

It's about the same size as Marie Roget,

the same shaped head and color hair.

Does it look familiar, Monsieur?

Yes. Yes, it must be she.

But it has no face.

Who could have done it, Dupin?

It's the work of a fiend!

Or a beast.

Looks as if the face had been torn to a pulp

by the claws of an animal.

Incredible!

(bell dinging)

(somber music)

- Oh Granny, if we'd only hear something, anything definite,

even that- -My child!

The police are doing everything possible

to find your sister.

But surely in 10 days they could know-

(door clicks)

Oh, Monsieur Beauvais, you found Marie?

Camille, my child. You must be brave.

Speak up. Where is she?

This is Monsieur Gobelin, Prefect of Police.

Madame Roget. Mademoiselle Camille Roget.

Come. Come. What have you found?

Madame it is my unfortunate duty to inform you that

there is nothing more we can do for your granddaughter.

We found her body in the river.

It isn't true.

Camille, my child, please.

(door slams)

(dramatic orchestral music)

Marie!

Hello!

(group chatters excitedly)

-I knew it! I knew you weren't dead.

Dead? How dreadful.

Police found a body in the river

which we thought was yours.

Well, you are wrong.

Marie, where in heaven's name have you been?

Oh, Granny. What difference does it make?

We've got her back. That's what counts.

But she does owe us some sort of explanation.

Yes, Mademoiselle, you've had the whole city in an uproar.

Look at the paper!

What an awful picture of me. Who is the little man?

Mademoiselle!

I have the honor to be the Prefect of Police.

Mm! How nice.

Marie, where have you been?

Oh, Granny. You too?

Mademoiselle, you don't understand.

No?

Well, I must make a full report to my department.

We must explain to the public.

Oh, you must? Well, I'll explain to you.

It is nobody's business where i go or what i do.

Camille, I have a lovely present for you. Come.

But Mademoiselle, you can't just leave!

I'm very sorry, Monsieur,

to have caused the police so much trouble,

but i'm afraid you'll have to consider the case closed.

Closed? But why?

You heard him.

There is no more need for the police, Monsieur.

(leopard growls and hisses)

Well! What's that?

A leopard. What's the matter with you?

Haven't you ever seen a leopard before?

It's perfectly harmless, I assure you.

Yes, of course.

(door knocks)

Come in! Well, what is it now?

I didn't mean to bother you, Monsieur Prefect,

but this report on the Marie Roget case.

File it away and forget it.

Forget it?

Don't you understand an order?

Do as i tell you. Forget it!

Oui, Monsieur.

Monsieur.

What'd you find?

Nothing yet.

You mean there wasn't a single mark of identification

on that body?

No. The one who did it did a very thorough job.

This is the most curious case i was ever mixed up in.

A woman without a face.

We'll find means of identification.

I haven't given up yet.

You know, I've got a hunch.

I've got a hunch that there's a definite connection

between that body and the Roget case.

What are you driving at?

Well, now maybe it's too fantastic to mention,

but you yourself said that

the claws of an animal could have done it.

Yes, I said, "Could've." I didn't say, "Did."

What's on your mind?

The old lady. Old Madame Roget.

Now there's a queer customer. She's eccentric.

She's a little bit twisted i think.

She's got scads of money

and yet she lives in an old fashioned house

in the Latin Quarter.

And listen to this. She's got a pet cat only it's a leopard.

A leopard?

A full grown leopard.

That's very interesting, Gobelin, but it's a blind alley.

Well, now i'm not so sure!

You can forget it.

I can forget. Well, now wait!

(door slams)

I can forget it. Just forget it.

It's all settled then.

And i want Marie to be the first to know.

Well, I was thinking it'd be a lot more exciting

if we eloped and didn't tell anyone.

Sort of surprise them all.

But i'd have to tell Marie, Marcel,

I've never had any secrets from her.

Well, does she tell you everything?

Do you know where she's been for the past 10 days?

No, but it's the first time she hasn't.

For that matter,

you haven't told me where you've been yourself

for nearly two weeks.

That's the way it is with the Ministry of Naval Affairs.

They can send me anywhere in a moment's notice.

Gonna have to get used to that.

It's nearly eight o'clock. I'll be late.

Marcel!

Marie.

-I had no idea you were here.

Marie, we have something to tell you.

Yes?

Yes, Marie. Congratulate us. We're gonna be married.

Married? You two?

Yes. You're not really surprised, are you?

Of course not. I wish you all the happiness in the world.

Oh, I'll be late.

Camille, I forgot my purse.

Will you be an angel and get it for me?

Of course i will.

Excuse her, Marcel. Thank you, my dear.

(door slams)

Now take it easy, Marie.

Don't let your temper spoil all our plans.

Our plans did not include your marrying Camille!

I don't intend to marry her.

Then why did you propose to her?

Be quiet. Somebody might overhear you.

I don't care if they do.

As a matter of fact, I'm going to tell them everything.

You hear me? Everything!

You are not going to change my mind.

Don't be a fool, Marie!

A fool is what i am not going to be.

I won't let you marry her.

I'll tell them everything.

That you promised to marry me.

Are you gonna let petty jealousy upset all our plans?

Our plans did not include your marrying Camille.

I won't let you. I won't!

-I Have no intention of marrying her!

Then why did you propose to her?

It should be very obvious to you.

It's only to cover us.

Who could possibly suspect me, her fiance,

when she disappears tomorrow night?

Can't you see?

Marcel, darling, you are so clever and i am so stupid.

You do love me, don't you?

Nothing can ever change that.

If you'll just believe in me.

- Then we'll go through with our plans at the party.

Once Camille is gone, we have everything.

- Of course.

(hooves clomping)

(door slams)

- [Gobelin] Hmm!

- [Dupin] Hello, Gobelin.

- Hello. Any luck?

- Yes. I've just completed my examination.

- [Gobelin] And?

- I find the body to be that of

a perfectly normal young girl.

She's English

and hasn't been in this country for more than 24 hours.

- Well, now just a minute.

She's...

How could you possibly know all that?

- It's a very simple thing for a chemist.

You see the Chinese subsist mainly on rice and vegetables.

The English are known to be beef eaters.

And so you see, we are what we eat.

- Amazing.

You say she's English?

- [Dupin] Yes.

- Ah! Then we can trace her through Scotland Yard.

- Exactly.

- Good work. Now it just shows how wrong i can be.

I was so sure there was a connection between

that body and the Roget affair.

- Well, I'm not so sure that there isn't.

As a matter of fact, I'm still working on that angle.

- Yeah, but that case is officially closed.

- Well, what's to prevent us working on it unofficially?

- Well, nothing, I suppose, but to what purpose?

- It's just one thing.

I'd like to meet this Marie Roget.

- Oh, well, I don't know.

Come to think of it, Duluth,

the man who owns the show that she's appearing in

is giving a party in her honor tonight.

Maybe i can arrange it.

- Oh good.

- Doctor, this message just came for you.

- Oh, thank you. Excuse me.

- Oh, certainly.

- Gobelin. Listen to this.

My dear Dr. Dupin.

It is imperative that you see me immediately.

Do not waste time as it is a matter of utmost importance.

You will come alone and at once.

Signed Madame Cecile Roget.

- The old lady. Huh? That's just like her.

She commands, she doesn't ask.

- Exactly what is her relationship to Marie?

- The grandmother.

- Hmm. From what you've told me about her

it's gonna be very interesting to meet her.

You coming?

- Yeah. Well, it says, "Alone."

I guess you better.

- You're not afraid of that little pet, are you?

- Yeah. Who's? Certainly not.

I'm not afraid of the little pet.

I'm very fond of animals, actually.

But it's not such a little one.

(hooves clomping)

- Madame.

- I made it very clear, Dr. Dupin,

that i wanted to see you alone.

- I'm very sorry, Madame Roget,

but Monsieur Gobelin is my most trusted friend.

- Trusted friend my foot. There is no such animal.

That's just what i wanted to avoid, police meddling.

- Well, I'm sorry Madame. You must excuse us.

- Oh, oh, oh. Wait a moment. Please sit down.

There is something i want you to do.

Well, why don't you sit down?

And it's worth 50,000 francs.

- Well, that's quite a sum of money, Madame!

- You keep out of this. Do you hear?

- I don't believe

I'd be interested in that sort of money, Madame.

- Nonsense. That's all everybody's interested in, money.

I will give you 50,000 francs

to escort my granddaughter, Camille,

to Madame Deluc's party tonight.

- May i ask why you use this curious way of

having Mademoiselle Camille escorted to a party?

- I happen to know that she's going to be murdered tonight,

and i want you to prevent it.

- Madame, do you know what you're saying?

- Of course i know you fool.

And i don't want any police notoriety about it.

Do you hear?

- Why did you select me, Madame?

- For your work on the murders of the Rue Morgue.

My memory is even sharper than my ears.

- Your ears? Then you've heard something.

- That's none of your business.

I am speaking to Dr. Dupin as a private individual

and not as a member of your fine police department.

- How do you know Camille is to be murdered tonight?

- Again, let me remind you that this is no concern of yours.

- In that case, Madame, I'm afraid i can't do as you ask.

- You are not fooling me.

You want to know why she is to be murdered.

She comes into her grandfather's fortune tomorrow.

It's better than a million and a half francs.

Now do you see?

- Who benefits by her death?

- Don't ask me fool questions!

- If Camille were to be murdered at DeLuc's party tonight,

I can't imagine you even allowing her to go.

I don't believe a word of it.

- Who cares what you believe?

That's why you are nothing more than a gendarme.

- Madame! I have the honor to be the Prefect of Police.

- Go have yourself stuffed!

Dr. Dupin,

perhaps you know why Camille must attend the party.

- As i see it, there's no telling when

another attempt may be made on Mademoiselle Camille's life,

and tonight would be the logical time

to catch anyone who tries it.

- I knew you were clever.

(leopard purrs)

- I trust you don't allow your little pet

to roam the streets at night, Madame?

- Certainly not. She's never out of my sight.

- No, but those claws are dangerous, aren't they?

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, nothing. Shall we be going?

- You don't wish to earn 50,000 francs?

I have arranged that Marcel Vigneauz, Camille's fiance,

will be detained at the Minister of Naval Affairs.

I have influence in that department.

You will escort her, won't you?

- Your offer intrigues me, Madame, but i'm afraid...

- Oh! Oh. I'm sorry, Granny.

I didn't know you had guests.

- Come in, my child.

This is my granddaughter Camille.

My dear, this is Dr. Paul Dupin.

- Dr. Dupin.

- You know this gentlemen?

- Of course! Monsieur Gobelin.

- You were saying, Monsieur?

- I was saying, Madame, that it would be indeed a pleasure.

(cheerful orchestral music)

- Making me the talk of all my friends!

Giving a party for that notorious creature!

Bringing her into my own home!

- But it's business.

My new show's a great hit thanks to her.

She's sensational. Every man in Paris is interested in her.

- That's just what i'm afraid of.

- Oh, now my dear. Now please don't.

(cheerful orchestral music continues)

- [Beauvais] Marie.

- Oh, it's you.

- Why do you always dismiss me like this?

After all, I am Marcel's superior officer.

I could send him to Indo-China for a year.

- You wouldn't!

It's nothing to me. It's Camille he's going to marry.

They can have a honeymoon in China for all of me.

- Whom do you think you're fooling?

Listen, Marie, you know you once gave me to understand.

- Oh, you take everything so seriously.

- And you, you never do.

I could make you very happy.

I could give you everything.

Won't you reconsider?

(Marie laughs cheerfully)

- Henrie, you are a dear and i love you.

But let's go in before you overwhelm me. (laughs)

Camille, what kept you?

- Oh.

- Dr. Dupin, I want you to meet Mademoiselle Marie Roget

and Monsieur Beauvais, our minister of Naval affairs.

- We've already met.

- And Monsieur Gobelin.

- How did you do, Monsieur?

- Good evening.

- Good evening, everybody. Sorry i'm late, Camille.

- That's quite all right.

- Have you met the famous Dr. Dupin?

- Pleasure, Monsieur.

I've heard a great deal about you

on the murders of the Rue Morgue.

- Thank you, Monsieur Vigneauz.

- Should we dance? Pardon me. Do you mind?

- Not at all.

- May i?

- Thank you.

- Excuse us.

(cheerful orchestral music continues)

- What are the police doing here?

- I wish i knew.

- We can't go on with our plans with them here.

It's too dangerous.

- We'll never get a better chance at this.

We'll go through with our plans in spite of them.

- Very well.

Would you like some refreshments, darling?

- Yes, I would.

- Will you excuse us?

- What about you, Mademoiselle?

- No, thank you. Let's go to the terrace, huh?

(crowd chattering)

- Would you care for some wine, Mademoiselle?

- Why, yes.

Thank you.

- You know, there's something very mysterious about you.

Very becoming too.

- Every woman is mysterious until the man marries her.

- It isn't every woman who creates a sensation

when she disappears and returns mysteriously as you did.

- Is that an official inquiry, Monsieur?

- Oh no. I didn't mean it that way.

- Please! i don't wish to discuss it any further.

- Shall we drink to a mutual understanding

and a lasting friendship?

- Sante.

- There she is. Marie, the orchestra's ready.

You promised us one of your new songs.

- Of course.

Pardon.

- Well, Dupin, now that you've met her, what do you think?

- Ha! To tell you the truth,

I haven't had a chance to classify her yet.

- Mm.

By the way, my friend, I wouldn't take a fancy to Camille.

You know she's engaged to Marcel.

- My interest in Camille is purely professional.

- Oh, yes. Yes. I was there when it happened.

- Have you seen Camille in the last 10 minutes?

- Well, she's right in here i think.

(crowd chattering)

- There she is.

I told you nothing would happen to her.

That old lady was talking a lot of nonsense.

You know she ought to be in an asylum where she belongs.

I mean it.

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(audience applauds)

(cheerful waltz music)

(relaxing waltz music)

- I tell you it's too dangerous with Dupin around.

Your grandmother's responsible for his being here.

Camille told me that he's some sort of bodyguard.

Somehow the old lady got wind of it, I know.

- Impossible. She couldn't have found out.

- Then why is Dupin here and the Prefect of Police?

- You're just trying to make a mountain out of a mole hill

to suit your own purpose.

Why don't you say you don't want to go through with it?

- Oh, don't be silly.

- It will only take a few minutes

after you get her out here.

The river is so near.

It look like an accident.

- Yes.

Maybe the police being here is just what we need.

We'll do it under their very noses.

You know Marie, sometimes you're very clever.

- I'll wait here. You get her.

- Good!

- It's nearly midnight.

Don't you think we'd better see Camille home?

- Just like to finish this cigar. Would you care for one?

- Mm. All right. Thank you.

- Ah! Ah!

(crowd chattering)

- It came from the garden over there!

I'm sure that it came from somewhere around here.

(relaxing waltz music)

- What's this?

- Eh? Uh-huh. Marie Roget.

- Oh, I thought i heard a scream.

- You did. And where were you, Monsieur?

- Why, I was taking a walk in the garden.

- With Mademoiselle Marie Roget?

- No. No, I was alone.

What happened?

- We don't know yet.

- Can i be of any assistance?

- I don't think so. Thank you, Monsieur.

- Thank you.

(relaxing waltz music continues)

- I'm going in the house to see if i can find Marie.

- All right.

(relaxing waltz music continues)

- You seem to be looking for someone, Monsieur Gobelin.

- Oh! Mademoiselle Marie Roget. Have you seen her?

- She went out into the garden the last i saw her.

- Oh! Well, who was with her?

- I didn't notice really. Why?

- Oh. Doesn't make any difference. I'll find her. Thank you.

- She's a very elusive sort of person, the men tell me.

(relaxing waltz music continues)

- Dupin!

What have you got there?

- Hmm. Have you found Marie?

- No. She's nowhere about.

Well! Who would you say this handkerchief belonged to?

- It's hard to say for sure.

- What are you up to, Dupin?

You know that perfume can be easily recognized.

It must be Camille's.

- Well, if it is, it's undoubtedly a plant.

I'm sure of that.

- Now look here.

I may be a bit thick, but this time i'm not taken in.

If, as i suspect, a crime has been committed,

that can be very important.

Now see that your interest in Camille remains professional

and don't let me think that you're trying to shield her.

- Shield her. From what?

- Well, from...

I wish i knew what you were thinking.

- Well, I was thinking that

we're in for a great deal of trouble.

- Well, Dupin!

- Any late news in the Roget case?

- Plenty. These papers just came.

- Oh, give me one.

Mm!

What is regarded as the greatest mystery of the decade,

Marie Roget disappeared for the second time.

- What do you suppose she's up to?

- That, my dear, is what the police would like to know.

(cannon fires)

- It's no use, Monsieur.

I don't think we'll locate the body.

- Would you let me be the judge of that?

Keep on firing.

(cannon fires)

- They've been firing that infernal cannon all day long.

- Who are they?

- It's that Lieutenant Gobelin and his men.

They're working on the theory that Marie was drowned

and they're trying to bring the body to the surface.

- Do you think they'll succeed?

- No, they won't.

Marie will turn up again. She's a smart girl.

- I wouldn't be too sure about that.

- What do you mean?

- I have a feeling they'll find her body.

And when they do, they'll continue to embarrass us.

Madame Roget and everybody connected with the case.

- You ought to be able to do something about that.

Our department's in charge of harbors and rivers.

(cannon fires)

- All right, Dupin. What is it?

- You're wasting your time, Gobelin.

Firing that cannon won't do any good.

If the body's caught in the river bed,

it's a million to one chance

that only the vibrations of sound will raise it.

- Well, I'm not overlooking even that slim chance.

- The specific gravity of Marie Roget's body was such that

it must have gone down immediately.

- Oh, specific gravity.

It's a well known fact that drowned people come up

at least twice.

- Science disproves that.

If the specific gravity of an object

is greater than that of water, it go down only once.

The body of a slender woman will do exactly that.

- Have you any reason to doubt that the body's in the river?

- You should have consulted the charts of the river bed.

The body is still in the river below DeLuc's garden.

A diver can bring it up.

Now will you do as i say?

- Order the men back to headquarters.

- There's the signal the diver wants to come up.

(water splashes)

- Good heavens, Dupin! This one hasn't any face either.

- Monsieur le Prefect?

I have the honor to present

the compliments of Monsieur Beauvais,

Minister for Naval Affairs.

I'm to take charge of this body.

- Take?

- But i haven't finished my examination.

- I have my orders.

(somber music)

(wagon clamoring)

(somber music continues)

(gate clangs)

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(somber dramatic music)

(crowd chattering)

- I was very interested to receive

your report of Madame Roget's gift.

- Yes. A beautiful animal.

Monsieur Beauvais brought it this morning.

There she is.

- Yes. We've met before.

And that's just as i thought.

It's very important that we get

some of the scrapings from that animal's claws.

- Of course. We'll go right in.

- Yes. And oh! Just a moment.

I don't think that'll be necessary.

If you will just put them in that envelope, will you?

- Ouil!

♪ Da,da,da,da,da,da ♪

♪ Da, da, da,da ♪

Isn't it a beautiful day, Dupin?

- For what?

- Oh, for love. Take Camille for instance.

- Oh, stop it, Gobelin!

Tell me what makes you so chipper?

- My friend, I am about to put the finishing touches

to the most fantastic crime of the century.

The mystery of Marie Roget.

- Well, that's great.

Now, these crusts you asked me to analyze,

they're definitely- - Now wait a minute.

Let me tell you this time.

Human blood, huh?

- How did you know?

- My dear chap, that is the solution of the crime.

- Oh, that's very interesting.

- You don't believe me, huh? Well listen to this.

The curator of the zoo received a gift this morning

from Madame Roget, a leopard.

- Oh, that's good.

- Don't you see? She has no more use for the beast.

She used it to kill Marie.

Now, by her own admission, she was afraid that

Marie was gonna kill Camille for the money.

The mutilated body,

you yourself said that it was the work of an animal.

- I merely said it could have been.

However, in this case,

I'm sure that it was work of a human animal.

- A human animal? Are you sure?

- Quite.

- Oh, this is a wretched day.

Oh, by the way my friend, Beauvais is furious.

Someone broke into the morgue last night

and stole the brain from Marie's body.

Now you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

- Well, we had to have it.

- Oh, Dupin! This is infamous.

- Oh, come, come now.

You were on your way to arrest Madame Roget.

Don't let me distract you.

Do you mind if i come with you?

- Well, I don't mind.

But if it was a human animal.

- Come along then.

- Oh, Dupin, really!

I had the whole thing!

(hooves clomping)

- Stop here!

Here we are.

- But this isn't Madame Roget's.

This is Madame DeLuc's place.

- I know, I know.

- Yes, but...

But we've been over these grounds with a fine tooth comb.

What can you possibly hope to find here?

- Patience, Gobelin. Patience.

- Oh.

- We are the police, Monsieur.

I'd like a little information.

- Oui, Monsieur.

- Whereabouts do you keep your gardening tools?

Your cultivator and spade and such?

- In the shed over there. I will show you.

- Don't bother. I'll find them myself.

- Oui, Monsieur.

- Well, Dupin, really. What?

- Ah, here it is.

- Oh, that's only a hand cultivator.

- Exhibit A, Gobelin.

We'll analyze the dirt on it in the lab,

and i guarantee we'll find human blood.

- You don't mean that that was...

- Exactly. Come on.

- Where are we going?

- To Madame Roget's.

- Ah, now we're getting somewhere.

- Are we?

- Well!

(hooves clomping)

- Just a minute, Gobelin.

(door slams)

Which was Marie's room?

- That one there in the corner. She shared it with Camille.

What difference does that make?

- It may make a great deal of difference.

- Oh, now really.

Yeah, I'm a man of infinite patience but i tell you, Dupin,

I will not put up with your mysterious airs any longer.

- I'm sorry, Gobelin,

but i'm almost convinced i know who killed Marie.

- Well, then why can't we make the arrest?

- We can't make an arrest without an ironclad case.

We mustn't leave a single avenue of escape open.

Give a criminal enough rope, and you know the rest.

(doorbell rings)

Madame.

- It's you again. Well, what do you want?

- Madame, we have-

- We were concerned about your arm, Madame.

- How did you know?

- I presumed as much

when i learned you'd given up your pet.

May i see it?

- The beast turned on me without warning.

- They always revert to type.

- Henrie, make out a bank draft for 50,000 francs

for Dr. Dupin.

- I think if you ask me-

- Who asked you to think? Do as you are told!

- Hmm. It's nothing very serious.

- In payment for your services, Doctor.

- I don't believe i've earned this yet, Madame.

- Hmm!

Don't tell me your petty scruples about taking the money.

- No, it's not that. I always like to give full value.

You know of course that

your granddaughter Marie was murdered.

- Murdered?

- What the Devil's he talking about?

- I thought you'd try something like this.

That's why i had the body removed from your jurisdiction

to prevent another cruel mistake.

Now take your money and go before i lose my temper.

- Henrie, mind your manners. Dr. Dupin is my guest.

- How do you know it's Marie?

- Your grandmother can tell you that.

- You are cheeky rascal, Dr. Dupin.

What are you after? More money?

- You know very well i'm only interested in learning

who Killed your granddaughter.

- How do you propose to prove Marie's identity?

- By surgery.

With your permission, I'd like to remodel the face.

- I won't permit it. Let it be Marie.

If she's dead, we can't restore her to life.

- Granny, what are you saying?

- I know what i am saying.

I won't stand for anymore of this cheap sensationalism.

Let it be done with. Do you hear?

- You can't hush up murder!

- Do you dare to accuse me?

- No one's accusing you, Madame Roget.

If you will, we can end all this unpleasantness.

With your permission, I'd like to search Marie's room.

- What for?

- A diary. For Marie's diary.

I'm sure we can learn all we wish to know from it.

- Marie didn't keep a diary that i know of.

Besides, I won't permit you to ransack my house.

- We can always get a search warrant, Madame.

- Why you!

- I think on second thoughts, we don't need to search.

- What?

- You heard what Madame Roget said.

She's perfectly within her legal rights.

I think we should be going now. Good day.

- But look here!

- Come along.

- Good day, Madame.

- That Dupin is a troublemaker.

- He seems to think that one of us killed Marie.

- Perhaps one of us did.

- Granny!

- Dupin, I don't understand.

Well, first you go hot and then you blow cold.

You're the most exasperating fellow i have!

Now, take that diary for instance.

That was an absolute stroke of genius.

Every young girl has a diary nowadays,

they put their secret thoughts in.

Why did you let the old lady bluff you out of it?

- Quiet, Gobelin.

Come here.

- [Gobelin] Where are we going now?

- [Dupin] Come with me.

- [Gobelin] Dupin, will you please let me in on this?

- Just be patient and follow me.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Good heavens, Dupin! You'll break your neck!

- You don't object to a little second story work, do you?

- Well, not if it has any reason, but...

- That's Marie's room, isn't it?

- Well, yes, that...

Oh, I see!

We're going to beat them to the diary, eh?

Oh, well that's different.

(playful suspenseful music)

Well, what are you waiting for? Let's get the diary.

- There's no hurry. It won't run away.

- Oh, now Dupin, this is no time for joking.

- I was never more serious.

- Dupin, I have an idea.

- Good. It's about time, isn't it?

- Oh, no, no. Wait, wait. I'm serious.

We'll set a trap because don't you see?

The one who killed Marie will want the diary to destroy it

and that means that the first one through that door

will be our man.

- My dear Gobelin, you're a genius.

- Oh, no. It's clever, but it isn't.

- Ssh. Somebody's coming.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

You'll spoil everything.

- I know what i'm doing.

- Well, Monsieur.

- What the Devil's the meaning of this?

What are you doing here?

- Ah, let's fit that shoe to the proper foot, Monsieur.

It is i who should be asking you that question.

- You know what i'm after. The diary!

- You admit it?

- Certainly!

- He admits it.

- Ha! Now i've got you.

You know there is a law against illegal entry.

- Madame Roget, you wouldn't have us thrown in jail

for such a trifling matter.

- Not you, Dr. Dupin, but this Prefect friend of yours,

he tempts me.

- Madame, we were trying to trap the one who killed Marie.

And we found Monsieur Beauvais searching for the diary.

- What of it? Madame Roget asked me to.

- You did?

- Of course. Why?

- Well, I...

I'm afraid there's been a little misunderstanding, Monsieur.

My apologies.

- Hmm! Now get out and don't bother us anymore.

- Just a minute.

Before you go, there's a little detail i'd like to clear up.

This handkerchief.

Mademoiselle Camille, this is yours, I believe.

- Why, yes it is. Where did you find it?

- It was left by the person who murdered your sister.

- No!

- You don't mean to intimate that Camille!

- [Granny] What's that?

- Camille could have known what her sister intended to do.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Granny, what are they saying about Marie?

- Should i be the one to tell her?

- I'll do it.

I tried to spare you the pain, my dear,

but sooner or later you would know about it.

You loved Marie and she, well, she hated you.

- I don't believe it!

- Listen. You were your grandfather's favorite.

Today, you came into the bulk of his estate.

Marie never forgave you for that.

Secretly, she planned to kill you.

- Kill me?

- And i engaged Dr. Dupin to guard you against her.

Something went wrong

and she met the fate that was intended for you.

I don't know who did it and i don't care.

She is dead and i am glad.

- You never really knew your stepsister

or what she was capable of.

She was so consumed with hate and jealousy,

it twisted her mind.

She even thought that i would enter into

her diabolical scheme.

- You, Monsieur?

- Something tells me, Dr. Dupin,

that Marcel could tell us about that handkerchief

if he wished to.

- Monsieur Vigneauz?

- Yes, I must've left it there in the garden by mistake.

Camille gave me her handkerchief to hold during our dance.

I'd had it in my pocket.

It must've dropped out when i killed her.

- Marcel!

- You killed!

- I had to do it to save you, Camille.

- Monsieur, you don't expect us to believe this?

You're just trying to shield Camille.

- I killed her, I tell you!

She was fond of me. Misunderstood.

Thought i'd do anything for money.

You have no idea the type of mentality she had.

I killed her because i couldn't let her go through with it.

- We understand that, boy.

- I did it. I have no regrets.

- Why did you disfigure the face?

- I don't remember doing that.

- No, you wouldn't.

Then you disposed of the body by throwing it in the river.

- Yes, I guess so. I'm not sure!

- You understand, Monsieur, the law must take its course.

- It's the usual procedure, isn't it?

- And you must come with me under arrest.

And i must warn you that anything you say

may be held against you.

- I have nothing to hide.

- Are you certain of that?

- Well, I've told you everything. What more do you want?

- Very good, Monsieur.

- That you did on July 11th at 11:45 p.m.

put to death by means here and after set forth,

the same Mademoiselle Marie Roget.

- If the court pleases.

- Monsieur Le Minister.

- There are extenuating circumstances

this case must not be tried.

- This court isn't trying the case.

The charges have been recorded

and the prisoner is being arraigned.

The law requires this formality.

I have no power beyond that.

Will you please refrain from interrupting the proceedings?

The prisoner has by now been advised by his counsel

that if he wishes me to set trial, he must plead not guilty.

That is the law.

How do you plead?

- Not guilty.

- Gobelin, I want you to withdraw charges. Drop it.

- What?

- Do as i say. Don't ask any questions before it's too late.

- Oh, this is too much.

- You haven't very much time.

You're gonna do as i say, or not?

- Certainly am not.

- Very well.

- Where are you going? What do you intend to do?

- See his lawyers. Testify on his behalf.

- Are you insane?

- Better make up your mind quickly, Gobelin.

- Well, I can't!

- Yes, that will be all right.

The court remands the prisoner to the custody of-

- One moment, Your Honor.

- Yes, Monsieur le Prefect?

- The state withdraws the charges

and waives trial at this time.

- You have a reason for this strange procedure, Monsieur?

- But of course, Your Honor.

What do i say?

- Say anything. Say we need more time to prepare the case.

- Yeah. Need more time.

With the court's indulgence,

the state is not prepared to press the charges.

- You realize you've been wasting the court's valuable time?

In the future, we will not tolerate such practices.

Case dismissed!

- Humiliating me in public. I hope you're satisfied.

- This is all your doing, Dupin!

- I didn't want to see an innocent man go to the guillotine.

- You knew i was justified and that i'd be cleared,

but for some reason you've got it in for me.

(hand slaps)

My seconds will call on you, Monsieur.

And if it's the last thing i do, I'll kill you.

(crowd chattering)

- And you brought it on yourself.

Dueling is still illegal and i could stop it.

But as far as i'm concerned, let him Kill you.

- Confident, isn't he?

- That he'll kill you?

- No. That he could get off so easily.

- What do you mean by that?

You may drop me off at the Prefecture.

I doubt very much whether we shall have occasion

to work together again.

- You're beginning to mistrust me, Gobelin.

- Well, what do you expect?

No one can tell which way the wind's going to blow with you.

- Marie disappears, a body is found,

it's identified as Marie.

Then she reappears, but won't talk.

I'm hired to protect Camille than Marie is murdered.

Beauvais tries to hush it up.

The old lady tries to dismiss it.

We suspect Beauvais, the old lady, Marcel and Camille.

- Yes.

But now that we know Marcel's story, it all makes sense.

- Except for one thing.

It's not justified homicide as Marcel claims,

but cold calculated premeditated murder.

(hooves clomping)

- If you say premeditation,

that puts the case in a new light.

Oh, you're trying to confuse me.

- Well, on the contrary.

Let's suppose Marcel goes to trial,

claims he did it for Camille,

what jury would convict him?

- Well, he'd be exonerated, but.

- But if it were premeditated cold-blooded murder

and we were able to prove it afterwards,

why, he'd laugh at us.

It's a cardinal point of law that a man can't be tried twice

for the same crime.

- Oh, that's right.

- Same thing applies to Beauvais and Madame Roget.

- Ah! Then you are not sure it was Marcel.

- I was just supposing.

- Oh, Dupin! You'll be the death of me.

Now, will you tell me what you expect to find here

that we don't already know?

- Let's see.

We came here directly we heard the scream, didn't we?

- Yes. Yes.

- Marcel returned to the dance.

He would've had to pass us.

The fact that he didn't proves that

he'd arranged a way to get back without meeting anyone.

- Well, that's clear enough.

- But Beauvais was here. Beauvais could be our man.

- But wait!

If Marcel had this preconceived plan

to get back to the house, that would prove premeditation.

- Well, anyone can see that.

He must be far more clever than we suspect.

But how did he do it?

- You're Marie. I grab you. You scream.

I rush over to the river and throw you in.

Now i hear footsteps.

- That was us.

- Now i've got to get back to the house without being seen.

What to do?

- Uh-huh.

- I rush over to the tool shed.

- The tool shed?

- Yes. Now you stay here and count 10.

- Now where? I'm in no mood to play games.

- Please do as i say.

- Well, you!

Oh!

(somber upbeat music)

Two, four, six, eight.

(items banging)

Dupin?

Dupin? Where the Devil are you?

Dupin?

(somber suspenseful music)

(water splashes)

Hey! You!

- [Gardener] Oui, Monsieur?

- What have you done with Dr. Dupin?

- Dr. Dupin? Oh, the other gentleman.

He was with you, Monsieur.

- You just came from the river.

You threw something in. I heard the splash.

- Oui, oui, Monsieur. A rock. A big rock.

- What have you done with Dr. Dupin?

- I have done nothing, Monsieur!

- I've had my eye on you

and we'll soon find out if you're telling the truth.

I'm placing you under arrest.

If we find his body in the river,

I'll crush you with my two hands.

- Oh, but Monsieur!

- Now pay strict attention to me.

You remember where we found the body of Marie Roget?

- Oui, Monsieur. At Madame DeLuc's estate.

- Exactly. Now i want you to assign four men.

Take the diving equipment and get down there immediately.

- In the dark?

- In the dark! Use oil lamps, use torches.

Burn the house down if you have to.

But you get down there and find the body of Dupin.

- Oh, what's all the excitement?

(dramatic music)

- Don't stand there staring at me like numbskulls. Get out!

Will you get out?

- The gardener? You still wish to question him?

- Release him. Get rid of him.

I don't care what you do to him.

- Oui, Monsieur.

- For what i could do to you,

they could send me to the guillotine and i would be happy.

- Why? You've just been organizing a searching party

to look for my body, haven't you?

- You and this Roget case have me going around in circles.

Where have you been?

- Tasting wine.

- Tasting wine?

- Yes. And i brought you a present.

Bottle of Napoleon, the finest brandy in the DeLuc's cellar.

- Do you understand that the...

The 25 year old Napoleon.

Do you realize

there isn't a finer liquor in the world than this?

The DeLuc cellar?

- You're like a bloodhound, Gobelin.

There's no shaking you off the scent, is there?

- Will you tell me just what you were doing

in the DeLuc's wine cellar?

- If you'd taken the trouble to investigate,

you would've found a trap door

which led into an underground cellar,

which in turn led into the house.

- Well, you might have saved me the anxiety.

- Well, I thought you didn't care what happened to me

so i decided to test you.

- To plague me, you mean?

Well, at least you found out how that Marcel slipped by us.

- If it was Marcel.

- Oh, now enough of that. I'm convinced.

I'm going to send him to trial

and charge him with premeditated murder.

- And have him blow your case sky high?

It's only our testimony against his

with everything on his side.

- Well, we'll have to take that chance.

- No, we won't because i won't let you.

- We have no alternative.

- But we have.

- I give you my word!

If you don't tell me exactly what's on your mind,

I'll not be responsible!

- Very well. I'll tell you this much.

I went to see Madame Roget.

Marcel, Beauvais and Camille were there.

- Yes?

- I set a trap.

- A trap? What kind of a trap?

- I can't explain now i have some very important work to do.

- You?

(door slams)

(somber suspenseful music)

- Here they come now.

- Dr. Dupin's orders are to follow them.

- The driver knows what to do.

(hooves clomping)

(somber suspenseful music continues)

(hooves clomping)

- We're being followed.

- It's that Dupin. I wonder what the Devil he's up to now.

- You wouldn't know, Marcel?

- Frankly, no. I have nothing to hide.

- We won't argue the point. Tell the driver to go faster.

We must lose them.

- Faster, Driver!

(hooves racing)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- They've caught on. They're making a dash for it!

- We mustn't let them get away. Faster!

(hooves racing)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

Faster!

(dramatic suspenseful music continues)

(accident victims chattering angrily)

- That ought to fix that Dupin, whatever he's up to.

Don't you think?

- Yes.

(group chattering angrily)

(somber music)

(door slams)

- [Marcel] Good night.

- See you at the Ministry in the morning. Good night.

- Night. All right, Driver.

- Giddy up!

(hooves clomping)

- Dupin. Dupin!

- Don't interrupt me now, Gobelin. Can't you see I'm busy?

- Oh, but you'll want to see this.

- Oh, just as I thought.

- Oh, now that experiment can wait until later.

- It's completed now. And you'll be happy to hear that-

- Will you please listen to me a moment?

I've just had word from Scotland Yard.

They traced that first body and it-

- It's the wife of Marcel Vigneauz.

- Well, now how did you know that?

- I always felt there was a connection between both crimes.

Like the links in a chain.

He married her several years ago in London

and then abandoned her.

She came out here and threatened to upset his plan,

so he killed her.

Mutilated her face hoping to hide her identity.

- Why don't you tell me these things?

- Because you have a habit of walking in

where angels fear to tread.

You would've promptly arrested Marcel

and then spoiled all the fun.

- Now really, Dupin. There's nothing comical about murder.

- You're right, Gobelin. You're right.

But we don't know for certain that it was Marcel

who also killed Marie.

Might have been Beauvais or the old lady, or even Camille.

We'll know for certain tonight.

- Why tonight?

- Dr. Dupin, they got away!

- Who got away?

- Monsieur Beauvais and Monsieur Vigneauz.

- What's all this about?

- Don't waste time asking questions. Come on.

- Come on where? What?

- Madame Roget's house. It's a matter of life and death.

- But why? Wait a minute, Dupin!

Explain something.

Matter of life and death, did you say?

- Yes.

And i could kick myself for exposing Camille to such danger.

- Camille? Oh, don't mind me. I'm just along for the ride.

- I'm sorry, Gobelin. I meant to tell you.

But after i left you in DeLuc's garden

and i went to Madame Roget's,

Beauvais and Marcel were there.

I accused Camille of having Marie's diary

and of knowing its contents.

I gave her till morning to give it up

or face arrest as the murder's accomplice.

- Oh. Oh.

Then my men were supposed to trail Beauvais and Marcel

to see which one would go back for the diary?

- Exactly. The worst of it is though there was no diary.

- What?

- You're sure you haven't the diary?

- For the last time, Granny,

I tell you i didn't even know Marie kept a diary.

- That Dupin is a clever rascal.

Goodnight, my dear.

- Goodnight, Granny.

- You see, Gobelin. Marie had the mind of a criminal.

- Marie Roget was a criminal?

- I could hardly believe it myself.

But i suspected something of that sort

so i called in Professor Partour of the Medical Institute.

Tonight i double-checked his analysis

and there can be no doubt about his findings.

Marie Roget had the twisted mentality of

a confirmed criminal.

- But what has that to do with the diary?

- Don't you see? A criminal doesn't keep a diary.

In the hands of the police, it would be very embarrassing.

- Oh. Oh of course! i see your plan now.

The one who killed Marie doesn't know there was no diary

and he'll go back to try to get it from Camille.

- Exactly. And if we're late, I'll never forgive myself.

- [Gobelin] Hmm!

(suspenseful enchanted music)

(suspenseful enchanted music continues)

(hooves racing)

- Faster! Faster!

- Dupin, we're practically flying now.

(suspenseful enchanted music continues)

(Camille screams)

(hooves racing)

(suspenseful enchanted music continues)

(Camille screams)

(gun bangs)

(Camille screams)

(guns bang)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(gun bangs)

(gun bangs)

(dramatic suspenseful music continues)

(guns bang)

(dramatic suspenseful music continues)

(guns bang)

(body slams)

(dramatic suspenseful music continues)

- Marcel Vigneauz.

How's that? Comfortable?

- Quite. Thank you.

- Now don't you think you should get some rest?

- Oh, I'm all right now.

- From now on, you'd better do as Doctor says.

- You know what puzzles me is

when did you first know it was Marcel?

- The night of the DeLuc's party

when he tried to poison you and Dr. Dupin.

- Poison us?

- Yes! Monsieur Beauvais

saw Marcel put something in the wine glasses

and he removed them

and later brought them to me for analysis.

The rest you know.

- Why didn't you tell me this?

- Because, my friend, you didn't trust me

and Monsieur Beauvais did.

- Oh!

- My dear Gobelin.

Nevertheless, you are to be highly commended

on the intelligent manner in which you handled this case.

- Oh, Monsieur de Minister.

- Ha! What did he do?

- Madame! You forget that i have the honor to-

- Oh! Do sit down!

- Thank you.

(victorious orchestral music)

(upbeat orchestral music)