All language subtitles for One.Night.at.the.Beach.1961_۲۰۲۲-۶-۲۱_۰۰-۰۵-۰۵

Are you suspecting anyone?

One of your servants, perhaps?

Tell me if you suspect someone.

I told you I'm not suspecting anyone,
M. Commissioner.

Neither my servants nor anyone else.

I don't get it.

What do you want?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

What's your name?

Heinrich Gurtner.

He's a German student. He's working in
my villa because he wants to learn French.

I hope he hasn't been here for long
because he doesn't get anything I'm saying.

You can go, Heinrich.

Sorry, M. Commissioner, but Michel Saint-Amand
is coming from Paris tonight so we're a bit busy.

See, I didn't have time to get changed.

I'm sorry, Mme de la Salle, but this is
no cocktail party or similar frivolity.

This is a police investigation.

Three days ago you registered
a complaint at my police station.

I should have gone to your house,
there was no time to lose.

That's how I am,
I'm a passionate person.

I was overwhelmed when I had realized
my necklace wasn't in my jewelry box.

I loved this necklace,
it was a memento.

I heard from your chambermaid

that you didn't keep things in order,

and you never know where
you keep your belongings.

Really? She told you that?

That's not entirely true.

I did see some objects missing
for several days though.

- What kind of objects?
- I don't know...

A lipstick,

panties, a bra, stuff like that.

Hm, back to our investigation.

So I already met the chambermaid,
the female cook, the gardener...

I think I've seen all the staff.

Indeed, you've seen everyone
already, M. Commissioner.

Well, very good. Now I only have to make
contact with the other occupants.

No way.

When the police investigates
a theft we question everyone.

I think you have children?

Yes, two.

Very well, let's go see them.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

No further bets.

What's going on again?
Just leave us alone for damn's sake.

My father-in-law...

He started living here after
my husband's death.

32 high even red.

Nothing's on the number.
One hundred thousand on red.

Congratulations, Olivier.

That's how you study for your exams.

But Pepe's the one who
insisted to play with me.

No, no, we're not playing,
we're studying.

Be quiet, Pepe, you're impossible.

Dear Georgina, I'm in the absolute need
of a partner who'd improve my winning formula.

Give me fifteen days
and I'll blow up the casino.

And then I will leave your house, ciao.

Right.

My son Olivier, my father-in-law
M. de la Salle.

And you must be Michel Saint-Amand.

I'm head investigator Thomas,
young man.

Now I understand why my dog Fidele
was barking so much when you came in.

He can't stand cops.

I need to ask you some questions
about the theft committed in the house.

We'll give you all the information
you need, my dear Monsieur.

We have nothing to hide.

Neither my grandson, nor me.

I'm not a big fan of jewelry,
you know...

For now I don't want to bother you.

You'll receive a notification
to go to my office one morning.

Ah, late morning then.
Because I never get up before 11 am.

- Where's your daughter's room?
- This way, M. Commissioner.

Olivier, you'll get changed
for tonight's dinner, right?

- Am I eating with you tonight?
- No, Pepe, you'll eat in your room.

And you'll see our guest tomorrow.

In this case I might go
to the casino.

If you don't mind, of course.

They shouldn't be making fun of me,
they might regret it later.

They're not mocking you, M. Commissioner,
they wouldn't dare. This way.

You're here, Francis?

Your daughter wasn't feeling well, Georgina.
She asked me to examine her.

What's wrong Sylvie,
you feel sick?

I have a sore throat
but it's not too bad.

You have a sore throat and you
still ask for a whole examination?

You know how doctors are:
they love it when you get naked.

Right, Francis?

Here are Dr. Crosset
and my daughter Sylvie.

And you are M. Saint-Amand.

See Mom? That's exactly
how I imagined him.

No, he's the head investigator Thomas.
He came here from Nice

- just to investigate my missing necklace.
- Really? I had no idea.

I'm not the one who
stole it, I swear.

You're working in Midi, Doctor?

No.

No, Dr. Crosset had his office in Paris
but now he's only working for our family.

Is that enough for you,
M. Commissioner?

- Or should I be more precise?
- That's enough for now.

Except for the doctor there's no other
guest living in your house right now?

No, nobody. Michel Saint-Amand
is coming tonight

- and he will spend the whole summer here.
- I know, Madame, you already told me.

I knew the head investigator Barbier
very well in Nice.

You're his assistant I guess?

Head investigator Barbier just retired.

I took his place.

They must be proud of you.

You're so enthusiastic and dynamic.

Thank you, Doctor,
I have no need of you anymore.

Mademoiselle, your mother
told me earlier

that someone borrowed some objects
from her room.

What kind of object?

Lingerie, I think, lipsticks,

you didn't do that?

Now, now, there's no way.

My daughter isn't stylish at all, sadly.

She'd never use my lipsticks.

Indeed, I never use any,
I hate it.

You still wear lingerie like
any other woman?

Of course.

- I only wear flannel panties.
- Flannel...

Thank you, Mademoiselle.

You're welcome,
M. Commissioner.

Style your hair before
tonight's dinner, will you?

I tried but I can't do any better.

See my daughter?
She's my opposite.

I just have to talk to her
to make her mad.

Never have children,
M. Commissioner.

I have four children.

Then you know how it is.

This way.

This house is a part of the property?

Yes, this is the pavilion.

This is where my gardener lives.

He's with his little girl who's sick.

I see...

Thanks for washing my windows.

- Is that a Lancia? - Yes, an old one
from two years ago.

I'm waiting for a new one.

Very well.
Good bye, Madame.

Good bye, M. Commissioner.

And thank you for trying so hard
to get back my necklace.

Oh, right. Don't forget
to send me the bill.

But this investigation is entirely free.

Really! I didn't know.

Then who pays for your trips
and other small expenses?

It's the state!

That's why we pay taxes!

You pay taxes too?

That's horrible, what a shame!

Well, goodbye for now,
Mme de la Salle.

Mme Georgina!

What's wrong, Louis?

The police won't bother Marie, right?

Don't worry, you can count on me.

- How is she?
- A bit better these last days.

- Did she like the toys? - Oh, yes!
Especially the box full of cubes.

She plays with them for hours.

You wouldn't believe how
skillful she is.

Poor little Marie.

Pussy!

Pussy? No one's seen
Pussy since this morning.

Pussy!

Pussy!

Oh... How terrible it is that
we can't keep a cat here,

I love them so much too.

Pussy?

Pussy!

You found him?

No, he must have ran away.

It's weird how they all go away.

I guess they don't like it here.

May I park your car
in the garage?

Oh, sure.

M. Saint-Amand, I presume?

Pleased to have you in our house.

I'm M. de la Salle,
Georgina's father-in-law.

- Pleased to meet you, Monsieur. - Oh, we've
heard so much about you from your publisher.

We're so pleased to have you here.
The villa is very cozy, you'll see.

I think you'll work just fine.

Of course, and this place
looks so quiet too.

M. Saint-Amand, can I ask
you a favor?

- Well, sure. - See, I was just
about to go to the casino,

but I just realized I don't
have any money right now.

Preposterous!

I totally forgot to take
some cash from the bank!

- How much do you need? - Oh...
A small, very small amount of money...

Twenty... twenty five thousand
francs if you don't mind!

Here.

Oh, my winning formula is perfect!

I... I'll make sure you
get a share someday!

Goodbye for now!

Ah, dear M. Saint-Amand, what a
pleasure it is to have you here!

- Dr Crosset.
- Pleased to meet you.

My son Olivier.

My daughter Sylvie.

Mademoiselle.

Monsieur.

I got here so late, it's terrifying.

- I hope you already ate.
- Obviously!

We were starving! We waited
for you until 9:30 pm.

9:45 pm.

Don't listen to them,
they're joking.

How's our mutual friend?

He's fine. He called me from
New York this morning

and he told me very sweet
things about you.

- You don't know him? - No, but
Georgina talked about him.

- He's so dynamic!
- Very!

- I wish he was here.
- Yes, right.

Do you want to go to your room?

Yes, sure. I'll open my
suitcase and unpack my stuff.

Sylvie will show you the way.

- See you soon.
- Of course.

- If you don't feel tired.
- Not at all.

- This way.
- I'll be right back.

See you soon.

It's right here.

After you.

Don't, Francis...

Don't...

What if someone comes in?

Think he's seen us?

Why can I kiss you only
between two doors?

Because I can resist you more
easily between two doors.

These are the only moments you let go.

And those have terrible
consequences for me.

Am I not sweet enough for you?

Not always.

Sometimes you treat me like a
servant, even in front of your kids.

Especially Sylvie.

Ah, it's so complicated, Francis.

For sure, Sylvie doesn't
like you very much.

She's convinced you're my lover.

She thinks you want to
marry me above all.

If I had the money
I'd marry you at once.

That's the problem.

It'll be okay, Francis.

Sylvie is young and easily influenced.

She'll get used to you.

Did you speak to her today?

Today, my only wish was to slap her.

- What did she do? - She tried to
seduce me to put it bluntly.

In a very innocent way actually.

Still I'd prefer you... find
another doctor for her.

Poor Sylvie.

She'd have been so happy to tell me
how much you lacked respect for her.

Does she despise me that much?

We have to talk to her, Francis.
Tell her the truth.

Oh, I tried and...
stopped right before.

Words wouldn't come out.

What do you think of my mother?

Oh, I found her very pretty.

Do you intend to court her
while you're staying here?

I don't know that, I didn't
even think about it!

Your mother is a widow, right?

What about you?

I'm single.

I don't understand why you
came here to write your book.

An hotel would have been
so much better.

Sure but the hotel didn't inspire me.

I'm very sociable.

I love getting close to families
and watching their daily lives.

You're very cute.

But... why the hell do you
style your hair so badly?

You want a unique kind
of look or what?

That's none of your
business, why do you care?

I'd like to ask you a small question.

Are you always this nasty
with your mother's guests

or am I the only one
annoying you that much?

You're not annoying me.

I admire you a lot,
on the contrary.

What, you read my books?

No, I didn't read them.

I love reading, though.

But I have no interest in
such mainstream books.

Hey, I started to write when I was 18.

Now I'm 30. And my books only
started to sell 3 years ago,

so there's no way what I'm
doing is that mainstream.

Did I upset you?

Oh, not at all.

How sensitive you are.

Especially at your age.

I thought when you were 35...

I'm 30.

Anyway, let's go back to your
mother, she must be waiting for us.

Could you give me one, Sylvie?

Why don't you ask Mom to give you
the ones she keeps in her bedroom?

He's such a nice young
man, don't you think?

I think Mom likes him a lot.

That's the most important thing, right?

Good night, Francis, sleep well.

Good night.

FRIDAY.
MY DEAR JOSE,

I ALREADY REGRET BEING HERE,
I'LL BE BORED TO DEATH

MME DE LA SALLE IS,
OF COURSE, DELIGHTFUL

BUT I DON'T HAVE A GHOST
OF A CHANCE. ALAS!

AS FOR HER DAUGHTER...

Who's here?

Is anyone here?

Get out of here, Olivier,
I saw you.

What were you doing here
when you should be sleeping?

I feel terrible already and with you going
around at night that's no surprise.

I can't sleep, I have insomnia.

Well, let's go to my room
I'll give you something.

Here, take this,
it's very efficient.

In five minutes you'll be
sleeping like an angel.

And you'll be in great
shape to study tomorrow.

Come on, put it in your mouth!

Here, with a big glass of water...

Good evening.

You live in the villa, perhaps?

That's a pretty necklace you got there.

The rest is, well... splendid.

You're so beautiful...

It can't be... I'm dreaming.

Talk to me.

Just say something.

You speak English?

Sprechen Sie Deutsch?

Come in.

Good morning.

Did you sleep well?

Yes, very.

Know what I did last night?

- No.
- I read one of your books.

I see... And?

Well, whatever I thought beforehand...

I admit you are talented.

Here, sit here.

I'll tell you about an idea
I got this morning.

You'll tell me what
you think of it.

Imagine a young man...

Let's call him Gerard.

So he's extremely charming, very
smart, good at his work too.

I find it terrible already.

Still, go on.

Well, Gerard...

has had a lot of dates
despite his young age,

and they were all very pretty,

he meets for the first time in his life,

a girl completely different
from the others.

Why is this girl so different?

Because she gives herself
to my hero at once.

In the first minutes after he sees her.

You think it's a good thing?

She offers herself like it's nothing?

It's not about me,
it's about Gerard.

And Gerard... he thinks
it's wonderful...

Plus the girl seems to
find it wonderful too.

- So?
- So...

The girl leaves in the
same way she got here.

In the same mysterious way.

What happens to poor Gerard?

Ah, that poor Gerard...!

He wonders who this girl
is, and just like me he...

he seeks for an answer.

Maybe she was married and
neglected by her old husband.

Or maybe, she did it
to take revenge on her lover.

Who hurt her badly?

- You don't like it either?
- No.

I have a way better idea.

Imagine that this unknown woman,

was completely mad,
to put it simply.

That would explain her behavior, right?

You think she must be mad
to sleep with...

with Gerard...

According to what you told me, indeed.

I wonder how you came
to such a conclusion.

I have no merits.

The gardener's daughter
is simple-minded.

Simple-minded?

The gardener's daughter?

Yes.

Mom didn't tell you?

No.

Does she live near this place?

Yes, in the pavilion.

Her father takes care of her.

Wait how old is this girl?

She's just a child.

Oh, right!

She's 16.

16...

I see...

Pussy!

- Pussy... - Why did you
do it again, Marie?

Mad at me.

No explanation.

Hanged.

I did well, Dad?

Very good, darling.

When you're done, you'll
go play in your room.

With the toys Mme Georgina
gave you.

Now Dad's off to work.

Good bye, Dad.

See you soon, my sweet girl.

Come in.

Hello, M. Saint-Amand.

- Huh... You're alone, right...
- Are you okay?

My dear friend, I am a lost man.

My trip to the casino last night,

- ended up as a disaster.
- Oh, did it?

In one hour, I lost your
twenty five thousand francs,

and, by the way, it was
doomed to happen,

my formula is foolproof but...

I didn't have enough ammunitions.

I figured it out, I need at
least fifty thousand francs.

Could you lend me again
this small sum of money?

- I think you trust me.
- But of course.

- Well? - Well... I'll give it
to you immediately.

You have some very
nice shoes, Monsieur.

English shoes,

those are usually the most beautiful.

- What's your size?
- Four... Forty two.

What a coincidence, it's the same for me.

If by any chance you had a pair
you don't like anymore...

Think of me.

Here again.

Olivier...

Marie, I'm in trouble,
you have to...

I shouldn't kiss you.

I'm mad at you.

That's not true, you love me.

I'd rather stop loving you.

You're impossible, I told you
not to go in Mom's room.

No one saw me.

You're trying really hard
to get me into trouble.

You have to return this
necklace, right now.

The police has already come.

Do you know what the police is?

I don't have time to explain,

but it's bad, very bad.

Where did you hide it, Marie?
Tell me.

Now is not the time to play, really!

Where did you hide the necklace?

- Marie didn't take it.
- You're a liar!

You're lying, it's so obvious,
I know it when you lie!

Is that one of Mom's bras?

See, you went into her room.

No... no!

You made me bleed.

Well done.

Do you love me?

Don't look at me like that.

I have to go, you know.

Oh, Marie.

Did you miss me last night?

I couldn't come because
of my mother.

I was upset.

Were you sad?

Yes.

What did you do?

- I swam in the sea and then...
- Then?

Then I came back here, slowly.

I like going out at night,
just like a cat.

That's over now, right?

It's too dangerous.

I'll make sure to see
you during the day.

You understand, right?

You won't go out at night anymore.

Louis, could you bring me the skis?

Yes, Mme Georgina.

Olivier.

Olivier!

You're coming?

You know he must be studying
in his room.

Alright, we'll let him work.
Thank you.

Is that you, Mom?

Well, what are you doing here?

I should be the one asking this.

My hand's hurt.

I came here to take some
alcohol from Mom.

- Are you hurt?
- No, it's nothing.

Incredible, you
styled your hair!

You put on lipstick!
And a dress!

So what? It bothers you?

Oh, not at all, on the contrary.

My wish was granted.

You're in love.

In love, me?

My poor Olivier, you
couldn't be more wrong.

I could have sworn I was right.

When this Saint-Amand
got here yesterday,

I immediately noticed he
had a big effect on you.

Now you're starting to worry me.

You're in love with this
young man, my dear,

you've been terribly nasty with him,

now this proves you liked him.

This is so stupid that I
won't bother answering you.

Are you telling me you
didn't put on those...

sweet little things for him?

Alright, it's for him.

But you got the reason wrong.

Really?

As I understand it,

you're not in love yet you
still want to seduce him?

Precisely.

Your "Time", Monsieur.

Ah, my "Time".
Thank you, Heinrich.

Watch out, he's here.
No jokes, okay?

The way you walk is so awkward.

Of course, I'm wearing high heels.

Plus Mom got really tiny feet.

Hello!

Do you want something
to drink before lunch?

Huh... sure.

- Olivier, could you ask Heinrich to
bring us some drinks, please? - Right.

Why are you staring at me?

There's something
different about you.

Me? Oh, right,
I put on a dress.

That's nothing special, right?

Right, last night you were wearing
pants, this morning too...

Changes have to be
made sometimes.

Actually, you looked better in pants.

This tomboyish style
looked very good on you.

Well, you also look lovely
wearing this dress.

Can I? I still haven't
read this one.

Oh, it's you, Louis.

You scared me so much.

Oh my, Mlle Sylvie.
What are you doing here?

No one else would think
of being in such a place.

Don't you think you'd be better
on a canvas chair, outside?

- Let me do that for you. - No, it's okay,
Louis. I'm fine with staying here.

I love it here.

Want some candies?

Thank you, Mlle Sylvie.

Remember when we used to play
hide-and-seek? I was hiding under the seats.

And you looked for me
the whole day.

We were such brats
in those times.

Yes, you made plenty of jokes
back then. You and M. Olivier.

Those were the days, Louis.

Why are you saying this?

I wish I hadn't grown up.

Nothing's the same now.

I want to go away sometimes.

Go? But where?

To Paris, perhaps.

I'd like to work with a publisher.

What a silly idea, Mlle Sylvie,

your Mom would be so sad
to see you leave.

You think so?

And what's the point
of working all day?

What you need is a nice husband.

About that...

You don't go out nearly enough
with young people like you.

You're always reading books.

It breaks my heart to see
you in such a state.

You think a man could
fall in love with me?

Of course, Mlle Sylvie.

Of course.

I keep telling you I found my
necklace under some seats.

Still, you were sure you put
it in your jewelry box.

I got it wrong that's all.

Don't make a fuss!

Don't get upset,
all's well that ends well.

Now we can dismiss the case.

But in my opinion...

it was definitely a theft.

The thief knew he was
about to be busted,

so he put the necklace
back into your room.

See, police's intervention
is often useful.

Because it worries those who don't
keep their conscience clear.

Are you saying this
because of Dr. Crosset?

I know you made inquiries
about him. I thought...

I made inquiries about
everyone, Madame.

Even about you.

That's part of my job.

I always try to pay attention
to small cases like yours,

just like I would with a big case
such as the maharanee's jewelry.

You're the one working on it?

I'm going right now, the maharanee's
waiting for me in her villa,

which is a real palace
of the Arabian nights.

What a pity, I thought your
handsome look was just for me.

The maharanee's a lovely woman,

despite her wealth she's still
a very simple and nice woman,

and I bet most women
envy her, you see?

What's wrong, where is Pepe?

Help!

Fidele!

Help!

My father-in-law's drowning!

Help!

Help!

My, he tried to kill himself again.

Don't worry, Pepe!
We're coming!

What are you doing?
Don't let him drown!

But I don't know how to dive!

Help him, help him!

Hurry up, M. Commissioner,
hurry up!

- Faster, he's drowning!
- What's going on?

Pepe tried to kill himself again,
go look for Francis, quick!

Francis!

Heinrich!

Michel!

Quick, Pepe's drowning!

Don't worry Pepe!
We're coming for you!

Quick, hurry up!

You're not gonna make it,
M. Commissioner!

Make an effort, lift him!

It's okay, Pepe, we're here.

Michel, go.

- Hurry!
- Help him, Michel, help him!

Help! Help!

No, no, Michel!

No, Michel, not like this.

They're going to make
you drown, watch out.

Hurry up, Heinrich.

Go quickly, Heinrich.

Take care of Pepe, Heinrich.
Take care of Pepe.

It's okay, Francis is here!

Here you are, Francis,
just go.

Oh don't, you swim pretty bad.

Knock him out, Michel,
knock him out!

- Are you crazy?
- It's the only way.

Knock him out!

Well, he wasn't fond of us before,
imagine how he'll feel about us now.

Help him climb up
the stairs, Heinrich.

Poor Pepe.

Give me your hand.

Oh, I can't do it.

Here, Sylvie, help me.

Here, give me your hand.

Ah, my dear friend, you
should have left me to die.

Something terrible happened to me,

I lost your fifty thousand francs.

It's nothing, don't think about it.

No, no. I'm just fine, I'm fine.

Oh, M. Commissioner I'm so sorry,
we'll give you some clean clothes.

No, no it's okay.

Oh you should have removed
your watch.

Come on! What are you
doing, give me a grog!

Can't you see I'm...
catching a cold.

Yes, let's go Pepe.

JUAN-LES-PINS.
MY DEAR JOSE,

I ENCLOSE THE FIRST PART
OF MY MANUSCRIPT

BELIEVE ME, I DESERVE CREDIT FOR
DOING ANY WORK HERE AT ALL

Believe me, I deserve credit for
doing any work here at all.

The son is really bad at geometry
so I'm doing all his homework.

The grandfather regularly
comes into my room,

and since he has suicidal thoughts
I can't refuse him anything.

Plus he just loves all my stuff.

This trip... is going to be
really expensive for me.

On the pretext that I'm a successful writer,
I have to entertain them all day long.

Still, they're all very nice.

Especially Sylvie.

She's a... very sweet girl.

I spend a lot of time with her.

She taught me so many things.

I think she's... very interesting.

This lovely girl is in love
with me, it's obvious.

She's so sweet.

I never kissed her.

This situation's so amusing.

Still, she's a young girl.

I'd rather not get into
trouble, you know.

I have enough troubles for now

with the other one.

Ever since that last evening
when I made the mistake to...

She came back right
under my balcony.

How didn't I realize she
was completely mad?

Sometimes...

she's frightening me...

No one seems to have realized it yet,
but this girl's a monster, a monster...

Ah, how I despise this
damn evening now.

If I had known...

I'm under the impression
they all know about it.

Except Olivier perhaps.

But Sylvie knows.

As for the doctor...

Who knows what he thinks.

Anyway,

this house's atmosphere is
one of the most peculiar.

How could I explain it to you?

An incredible sense of unease.

As if... something's terrible
going to happen to me.

Yes, come in.

Ah, Sylvie! It's so nice
of you to come to see me.

Actually I feel very lonely
right now.

Do you know about it?

About what?

Marie is pregnant.

Marie is pregnant!

Yes but don't shout like that.

I wonder who the bastard is.

It can't be.

Are you sure she's pregnant?

Absolutely, Francis told
me he examined her.

It's awful, don't you think?

I feel terrible for this poor girl.

Does the father know?

He doesn't.

- Francis didn't want to tell him.
- Yes, he shouldn't.

- You mustn't tell anyone, okay?
- You can be sure of that.

Wait, how long has she
been pregnant?

Oh, it's very recent. It must have
happened... when you got here I'd say.

I see...

My God, what a story.

What a story...

It's nice of you to come here.
Sit down.

Mom, I need to talk to you.
It's very important.

Yes?

I'm listening.

Well, I...

I decided to get married.

What?

To get married?

Is this some kind of joke?

Not at all, I'm totally
serious actually.

But Olivier, there's no way.

I see you every single day,
you never leave the villa.

If you had met someone
I'd have noticed.

What's going on here?

Mommy, I love you very much...

I wish you could understand.

Understand what?

You're 16, you don't
get married at 16.

But you got married
when you were 17!

It's not the same for a woman.

And this girl is your
paramour I guess?

I bet she's older than you.

Actually she's younger.

You'd cry if you knew
who she is.

So I know her?

It's Marie, Louis' daughter.

Marie?

You're Marie's lover?

Yes.

You're her lover.

You took advantage of this
little girl. She's defenseless!

She's not a little girl anymore!
She's a real woman I promise!

Shut up, you don't even
realize what you've done.

If my poor Louis knew he'd kill
you and he'd be right to do so.

You took advantage
of this poor child...

- That's not how it happened, I...
- Go away.

I'm begging you.
Go away.

I can't stand you for now.

What's going on?

You look distressed.

Sit here.

You can put on your
blouse again.

How is she, Doctor?

Oh, there's nothing special,
she's in great shape.

Her health looks very good.

Don't you think she's...
a bit nervous these days?

Yes, maybe a little.

Do you give her the
tranquilizers I prescribed you?

Yes, everyday.

Very well.

Well, I'll come back in a few days.

Doctor.

I wanted to thank you for
taking care of my daughter

without making me pay.

It's quite natural, Louis.

You know, I completely trust you.

But the head investigator
told me I should take my girl

to another doctor, in case he
knows what to do with her.

- He told you that?
- Yes.

Yes... I talked to him
about my girl...

and he got interested right
away, he was very nice.

And he told you another doctor
should take care of her, right?

Well, in Nice...

there's a renowned psychiatrist.

He's very close to the investigator.

He's very knowledgeable.

I see...

This doctor could maybe...
cure her.

I hope so, Louis.

Marie?

Marie?

Marie!

Marie.

Marie.

Marie.

You sleep with him, huh?

You sleep with him, right!

Son of a bitch!

Do it, do it!

Yeah, hit him! Hit him!

Hit him! Do it, kill him!

Do it!

Kill him, kill him!

Kill him, he's bleeding!
Kill him!

Thanks.

Is anyone here?

Georgina.

Georgina!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

I'm sorry, Madame, but your
gardener's daughter was poisoned.

Someone in the house did it!

We found chocolates and
candies inside her body.

That's probably how she got poisoned.

Do you think he'll question us
all together, or individually?

Why do you ask?

Do you care if he questions
you in front of me?

A lot actually.

M. Commissioner is smarter than
he looks, look out for him.

We're better off telling
him the truth.

And here I said I didn't like cops.

You never say anything smart, do you?
You always get us into troubles.

Let me tell you,
my dear Georgina,

everyone else got unpleasant
when he was here.

This poor investigator
was made for bullying.

We should always be nice
towards these people.

When did you notice your
daughter was missing?

Right after last night's dinner,
M. Commissioner.

We ate well, Marie and I.

Then my girl went to sleep.

Well, I thought she did.

Did you know she used
to go out at night?

She never left the property.
When she was gone for too long

I called for her in the garden.
Marie, Marie...

She went back immediately.
She was very obedient.

Your daughter was only 16. Still,
she had started to become a woman.

Yes, I see what you mean,
M. Commissioner, but...

I didn't need to worry
about that at all.

Really...

Indeed... My girl was
raised in my house.

M. Olivier used to play with her.

M. Pepe used to give her candies.

They were all so nice with her.
And you know...

who could attack
a girl who's lost it?

That man must be
a monster, I tell you.

I know you were very fond
of your daughter.

Her death must have been
a terrible shock to you.

You don't have any other child?

I would have liked to, but...

my other children
would be like her,

that's what the doctor
told me...

My wife died when
my girl was 5.

Your wife committed suicide, right?

After my daughter was born,
she completely changed.

We had to take her
to an asylum.

Did she die there?

She slit her wrists.

That psychiatrist in Nice
is a brilliant man, right?

Yes.

We met a very kind man
thanks to you.

He didn't give Marie
any medicine?

No... Why are you asking?

She didn't take any kind of
medicine, you're sure about that?

Right, I remember... M. Francis
gave me some aspirin for her.

She complained about
her headache.

She took two tablets.

Are you sure it was aspirin?

Of course, M. Commissioner, I saw the
doctor taking the tablets from the tube.

Aspirin with added vitamins,
I think.

But... why are you asking me
all of this, M. Commissioner?

When they found my girl, they
all told me it was an accident,

that she drowned.

Who told you that?

Was it Dr. Crosset?

Yes, it was him.

I know this isn't easy for you
but I have to figure it out.

Of course, M. Commissioner.

Your daughter was murdered.

It wasn't an accident.

The autopsy confirmed this.

Your daughter was poisoned.

Louis.

We wanted to tell you how sorry
we are about what happened.

Go drink some cognac
in the kitchen, Louis.

You'll feel better.

Thank you, M. Francis.

M. Saint-Amand, the investigator
wants to talk to you.

I'm going.

You wanted to tell him something?

No, nothing.

You don't think he's
involved in this?

I don't think so.

Well, M. Saint-Amand,
I'm listening.

What do you want me to say?

Ask your questions,
I'll answer.

You didn't poison this girl?

Oh no, it's not me.

Do you suspect anyone in the house?

Nobody.

Not even Dr. Crosset?

I don't get why he'd poison her.

He's the only one who owns poison

and it's the exact same
poison that was used.

Isn't it weird?

Too much, maybe.

The doctor would be innocent
in a detective novel.

If he had the poison, he
couldn't have killed her.

Really? Why?

It'd be too simple.

The reader would be disappointed.

I'm sure a smart man could have
committed such a stupid crime.

- Oh, really?
- In a panic, sure,

a smart person could have gotten
in a very embarrassing position.

Don't you think?

Yes, perhaps.

You were this girl's lover, right?

It only happened once.

The day I got here.

The following day I found
out she was 16, and mad.

Of course, maybe I should have talked
to her father, something like that.

I admit I didn't have the guts.

And it never happened again?

Never.

I swear I deserve praise for that.

She kept going back to me.

No one in the house knew what
happened between you two?

In my case I told them nothing.

I shamefully hoped that...
this story would be forgotten.

When I heard she was pregnant...

I was distraught.

Distraught...

What did you plan to do?

Nothing.

I was troubled.

Indeed, but you had to take a decision.
What did you do?

I couldn't do anything,
she died the same day.

Phew!

Right, phew.

Still, I didn't kill her.

Who could have given
candies to this girl?

I don't know, my
father-in-law, my daughter.

Me too.

We all took pity of this poor child.

She liked candies so
we gave her some.

Indeed the gardener told me you've
always been very kind to her.

Still, it must have been irritating
for you and your children

to live with a crazy woman!

If I had told them to leave,
where would they have gone to?

No one would want them.

This poor girl terrified everybody.

She scared everyone, and you,

you let her near your
children and your guests?

We were used to her,
we've known her for so long.

When she started to grow up, to
become a woman, you didn't mind?

I should have, indeed.

I thought she had the mind of
a 4 years old child, so...

I couldn't see her as a woman.

Someone could, apparently.

I didn't notice anything.

If he hadn't talked to me...

He talked to you about it? I
though he didn't tell anyone.

It's natural for him to do that.

Why?

He likes you?

Of course he likes me.

My son is no monster.

He's a very kind boy.

Tell him to come here.

Oh, one last question, Madame.

Could you tell me where
you were last night?

We searched for you, you
weren't in your room.

I was in the doctor's room.

I couldn't sleep, I was depressed.

I was in the need
of some reassurance.

Did Dr. Crosset go out
during the night?

He stayed with me
the whole night.

So he wasn't the one in
the garden with the girl?

No, it wasn't him.

It wasn't you either, of course,
since you were together.

Indeed it wasn't me either.

Thank you, Madame.

She was your first lover?

Yes.

I had a lot of dates before,
like any other boy would.

And you didn't mind her
being crazy?

I did, of course.

It pained me to see her like that.

I guess she was the one
who made the first move.

It happened quite naturally.

I think she loved me, she
wanted to be with me.

It was the same for me.

What about your exams?

Right, my exams...

You smoke maybe?

Sorry, I only smoke cigarillos.

I'll light one if you don't mind.

You were probably depressed when
you found out she had another man.

Yes.

But it couldn't have
been the same with him.

He didn't speak French, so...

Did you know she was pregnant?

Yes, I heard Sylvie talking
to Michel about it.

It was weird knowing
I'd be a father soon.

And your sister knew it was you?

No! She was convinced
it was Michel.

That's plain absurd.

I made sure he'd never
met Marie.

Really?

Of course!

Very well.

It's obvious I wasn't her lover!

Why would you imply this?

Don't get worked up.

You never know what happens.

Mme de la Salle asked me to...
take care of this young girl.

So I examined her,
but I wasn't her lover!

I believe you,
don't worry, Monsieur.

I know you're devoted
to Mme de la Salle.

Of course.

If she asked you a
favor, a big favor,

would you help her?

Certainly, why?

Even if that favor was in contradiction
with your professional beliefs?

I don't understand.

Regarding abortion, Dr. Crosset.

Are you in favor? Or against it?

I'm against it.

You're against it!

But it was an abortion

that got you into trouble
two years ago.

I'll tell you what happened,
you're free not to believe me.

One day, one of my patients
came to my office.

She was the mistress of
a very important man.

She was pregnant.

They begged me to do something,
naturally I refused.

A few days later the woman
came back.

I had to help her immediately,
she was in such a state.

I should have went with her to the
hospital and tell them what she had done.

But I didn't want to
report this woman.

Two days later, she died.

She denounced me right
before her death.

She never told the police she
had done it with her own hands.

She said I eventually accepted to...

Well, you know what happened.

Judges aren't soft-hearted when
it comes to cases like this.

Oh, I got the maximum penalty.

I was a popular young
doctor back then.

The news talked a lot about me.

They even said I had the
best profile for it.

I guess you really felt bad
about saving this woman?

Indeed.

So this sort of favor, you know...

No one would ask me that now.

Let me doubt it.

That's how women are.
When a doctor is near,

they don't hesitate
to call upon him.

Do you believe this girl could
give birth to a normal child?

Given her background,
I don't think so.

I guess her death wasn't
meaningless then.

What do you mean?

She was pregnant, right?

That's what the autopsy says?

Didn't you examine her recently?

I did.

But she wasn't pregnant.

You're sure about this?

Well I had no reason
to believe she was.

But you know, in this area...

Anyone can make mistakes.

Still, you seem to make
a lot of mistakes.

When you inspected her body,

you also thought she
hadn't been assassinated.

You said almost immediately

that it was an accident,
she just drowned.

Her body was found in the sea
so she could have drowned.

She couldn't.

She was already dead when her
body was left near the sea.

The murderer made it look like an
accident, but he did it poorly.

Really...

- It's possible, I guess...
- And that's all you have to say?

We found the poison that
killed her in your room,

everyone tells the truth

but you, you keep lying,
I'm sure of it!

Why don't you arrest me
and put a stop to this!

Either you're guilty or
you're covering someone.

But who?

Mme de la Salle?

Her daughter? Her son?

You better tell me!

Who stole the poison from your room?

I already told you I don't know!

Very well.

Tell Mlle Sylvie to come here.

You have no idea how stubborn I am.

I never thought the opposite,
M. Commissioner.

You'll find the culprit for sure.

And I'll make sure to congratulate you.

Still, things aren't as simple
as they appear to be.

I ought to know that. I had the
time to think about it in prison.

A culprit may have excuses.

Even if the law disregards them.

You wanted to talk to me,
M. Commissioner?

Yes, Mademoiselle.
Sit down.

Do you have anything to tell me?

Something I don't know but should?

Maybe.

Well, go on. I'm listening.

Oh, it's terrible!

I did something dreadful!

It's okay, Mademoiselle,
tell me what you've done.

I know how you feel.

You lost your daughter and I can't
give her back to you, sadly.

You didn't wonder why I told
you about this doctor in Nice?

He didn't tell you how we met?

No, M. Commissioner.

Well, he took care of my child.

My child isn't like the others too.

He's a little boy.

He's 6.

He barely speaks.

My other children are
normal though.

They're very good actually.

My oldest son is very smart.

My wife and I feel
a peculiar tenderness

towards this little boy.

We're very fond of him.

It's crazy how dirty my
car is, don't you think?

If you come back tomorrow
I'll wash it.

Well, all right then, Louis.
See you tomorrow.

Madame.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Sylvie, you'll get sick if
you keep drinking like this.

No, thanks.

Thank you, Heinrich.

No, thanks, I'll drink
some Scotch.

Oh... How long is this dog
going to keep howling?

Don't you all think the
atmosphere's stiff enough?

All right.

Let's all go to sleep.

He'll come back tomorrow morning.

Why is he coming back?

I don't know, he... he might
still have questions.

I thought we already
told him all he needed.

Unless he found out
who the culprit is.

And he's coming back
to arrest him.

Anyway, let's wait for him
no matter what.

I'm off to sleep.

Good night.

I'm so sorry, Michel,
for what happened.

Good night, Georgina.

Good night.

Good night, Sylvie.

Good night.

- Did I scare you?
- A bit.

I don't know what's wrong with
me, I'm getting so nervous.

I can see that.

You're stuffing yourself
with sleeping pills again.

I don't think that's a solution.

I can sleep just fine
with those though.

- My dear...
- Oh, let me go, Francis,

I have no desire
to kiss you.

Actually I think I'll never
want to do it again.

Don't make this face, I...

I can't stand those
puppy eyes of yours.

Don't worry, I'm leaving so you won't
have to bear with me any longer.

Sure, you always say that but
you never leave in the end.

You're unfair, Georgina.

You know that I stayed here
because of you.

Right, it was me who begged
you, who implored you to stay.

I was convinced you'd
mention that.

You're really skilled, Francis.

Oh, won't you stop saying
that, it's silly!

I love you, that's quite different.

Of course I tried to please
you in any possible way.

But I feel so inferior compared
to you and your children

that whatever I say or
do end up against me.

I felt so miserable, Georgina.

Really?

You felt close to me sometimes

only because you felt so lonely
you wanted a man to court you.

- So...
- So?

So you never loved me.

How can you say that?

If you had seen how I lied to the
investigator who was suspicious of me.

- You didn't tell him?
- No, I swear.

What I did for you I might not
have done for my children.

Sylvie? What are you
doing here?

I couldn't sleep.

Same for you, I guess.

I saw you from my room's window
and wanted to talk to you.

Why do you look so surprised then?

I was surprised, really?

Yes.

As if you were expecting
someone else.

Someone else?

Marie's ghost, perhaps?

This is where you saw her for
the first time, remember?

I remember all right.

Give me my blouse,
I'm cold.

You feel better?

Yes, thank you.

Let's go home.

If you want us to.

Michel.

Yes?

You must have felt really bad when
you found out Marie was pregnant.

Yes, a little.

I was eaten up with remorse.

I couldn't predict this joke would
have had such drastic consequences.

What joke?

She wasn't pregnant?

No... I told the
investigator too.

He also thought she was.

Good job!

You're very good at making jokes!

Oh, you irked me so much
with your pretensions.

What pretensions?

You thought I was
in love with you.

That's so silly.

I never thought that.
Why are you saying this?

Don't try to hide it.
You told one of your friends.

Really? So you read my letters?

I only read one.

It was enough.

And... what did I write
in this letter?

Well... this lovely girl is in
love with me, it's obvious.

You don't feel bad reading
personal stuff?

You just don't do something
like that, really!

Oh, I'm so disappointed in you.

Still I should have suspected
that from the beginning.

If you didn't love me,

I don't get why you'd have
so much fun teasing me!

You wouldn't give me a break.

I couldn't work too.

Such is life.
There's not much to do here.

I'm sorry, I behaved like a child,
I... I've been a fool.

But if you ever read a letter
again do it all the way.

- Why?
- Because...

I attributed those
feelings to you because...

I felt the same for you...

No way.

It's true.

That's how it is.

What's wrong?

Someone's in the garden.

Are you sure?

Who's up there?

I don't know... Follow me.

Francis... What is he
doing here?

Do you think he's seen us?

I don't know. I wonder why he
went to see the gardener.

Did he want to talk to him?

But then he gave up.

Do you think Francis is
involved in this case?

I'm afraid so.

Well I'm sure he's innocent.

The investigator just got here.

He'll be here in a minute.

Why didn't you get changed, Pepe?

That's how it is, I never
get dressed before 11 am.

Madame?

Yes?

The investigator knows
who the culprit is.

Really?

He came to arrest him.

Who'll be arrested?

Come on, Heinrich, speak!

Dr. Crosset.

I denounced him.

Dr. Crosset is innocent!

Why did you do that?

I saw him in the garden
on the night of the crime.

Right before M. Saint-Amand
called for help.

It can't be, Mom!

You told the investigator Francis
was with you the whole night.

Yes. And it's true.

Francis stayed with me.

Your mother's lying, Sylvie.

Heinrich is right.

What were you doing
in the garden so late?

I can't tell you...

Francis, you're crazy!

They're coming to arrest you and
that's all you have to say!

I'm sure you're innocent,
I'm sure of it!

Don't let them arrest you, Francis!

If you know something,
tell us!

I already told you what I
think of this girl's death.

For me it was an accident.

The investigator's here, Madame.

I have to ask you to follow me,
Dr. Crosset.

I'm going.

No, M. Commissioner...

It's not the doctor.

I was the one who
poisoned my daughter.

What are you saying?

I'd rather kill her than
send her to an asylum.

My daughter loved me so much,
M. Commissioner.

If we were to be separated
she'd have felt terrible.

When the psychiatrist told me she was
dangerous and I should let her go...

I went to see the doctor.

I begged him to help me.

He tried to reason with me.

He told me asylums
aren't so bad now...

and my girl would be
kindly treated there.

She might even get
cured someday.

But I knew it wasn't true...

I pretended to believe him.

And when he gave me aspirin...

I stole the poison.

When I finally noticed,
it was already too late.

So you're the one who had the idea
to disguise it as an accident?

Yes.

Louis wanted to tell the police.

What's the point?

So I made sure everyone
sees it as an accident.

And they all believed me.

Except you.

I'm coming with you,
M. Commissioner.

Let me tell you, you
needn't worry too much.

Don't worry, M. Commissioner.

My daughter has found peace.

And so have I.