Original subtitles

Jean Gabin

in the film by Jean Delanua

Maigret And Saint-Fiacre CASE

by the same name Georges Simenon novel

Written by: Jean Delanua and Rudolph Maurice Arlo

Dialogues Michel Odyara

Cast: Michel Auclair

Valentine Teissier

Jacques Morel

Michelle Witold

Gabrielle Fontan, Jean-Pierre Granval, Camila Guerini

Jacques Ealing, Micheline Luchchioni

Jacques Marin, Armand Navarre, Marcel Peres

Serge Rousseau, Elena Tossa

and Paul Francoeur

and Robert Hirsch

Operator - Louis PAGE

Production Designer Rene Renou

Composer - Jean Prodromides

The joint Franco-Italian production

Paycheck come. You die before morning mass.

Moulin Station

Station cafe

You still come Monsieur Maigret? Very pleased.

It is quite natural.

- Admit it, you hesitated. - Not a second.

You recognize me?

Immediately.

But I changed.

However, you will too.

Just think, I I remember you scholar.

It was... wait a minute...

- Forty-one years ago. - Lord...

End of Summer nineteen hundred nineteenth year,

when my father died.

We have not found a replacement.

Have not found the same a good manager.

Every time something went wrong, my husband said:

"But at the time of Maigret... "

A gentleman Count? -He died ten years ago.

- You do not know? - No.

What you order, monsieur?

Beer with foam. Know of beer fat.

I should have waived,

but I prefer renounce coquetry.

Say, you got it long ago?

Four days ago.

Paycheck come. You die before morning mass.

- Maybe it's a bad joke? - Probably.

You know your enemies?

I and some friends almost gone.

You will never threatened anyone?

No.

I know you are not used engage in such nonsense.

- No, not at all. - Thank you.

You know, we in the police get thousands of such letters.

The world is full of abnormal, but Yet we will not neglect

the hypothesis of a dangerous psychopath.

That is why, if I may, I would like to leave until tomorrow,

after morning Masses.

Who are interested in scaring you?

I am not afraid.

In general, not really.

Well, let's say you hurt?

I do not know.

And your son?

My son?

I thought you a son. Forgive me.

It's true, I have a son, Maurice. But as you might think?

No, no, you got me misunderstood.

I just wanted to learn to know whether it?

No.

Maurice did not live long in Castle. Moved to Paris.

I have not seen him three or four months.

You live in Saint-Fiacre one?

Yes.

Nearly one.

In principle, Maurice tomorrow comes. Maybe you'll see him.

Do you have children, Maigret?

No. But I would like that I was a child.

I thought about your son.

It is strange that he did not continued the family tradition.

Certainly prefer business activity.

You have not had a drink beer. For six hours.

Albert does not like driving at night.

What do you think, Maigret?

On the castle of Matthias Zandorfe, and a series of "The Prodigal Lucifer. "

The first book has given me read Mr. Earl.

It was Mathias Zandorf. And the first bike.

With the frame in red and a semi-circular wheel.

That's when I received in the school report card.

It was during this year you come the castle. You were engaged.

And then there was a wedding with tables in the meadow.

That was in April seventeenth.

I was only eighteen.

I remember the moustached man he met me.

It was your father.

Next to it stood a little boy with blue eyes

and stared at me.

You smell of cologne ten meters.

I'm just drowning in it.

I remember the day you were in a white dress in flower.

By the way, then you were only light clothing.

I can now admit that often hiding in the bushes in the park

and watched as you walk.

I also confess to you, specifically that there was walking.

You're not hiding, the young Maigret.

Your white forelock is always was visible from behind the bushes.

When you leave lock to go to college,

after the death of your father, October-November, nineteen hundred...

More precisely, this eighteenth day of September.

I have a weak memory, but remained a souvenir.

The eighteenth of September one thousand nine hundred and nineteenth year.

- It's me. Yes.

You gave me your photo When I went to college to learn.

Kissed me on the cheek punishing the good student,

that you will not disgrace.

Again, I poisoned you with his cologne.

Yes.

But I think, therefore you gave me a tribute.

This photo is also a tribute.

And then, little has changed. The bell tower at the old place.

As the bell continues to Guy calls Marnua?

His grandson. Want to call?

Yes.

Albert, go through the village.

I would like to back to supper, Madame.

Forget about it. You are right, my friend.

Tomorrow take a walk there on foot.

Look, I would like to here, no one knew who I was.

Although I am the son of Maigret, but say I'm the commissioner.

It will be better.

Albert, Roland say that prepared for Monsieur the blue room.

Monsieur will be better in green. There's at least a working fireplace.

Yeah, right. Let there be green.

Yes.

Take my friend.

Pay no attention to Albert.

He was not very educated, but it is a nice guy.

- Have you been here, my father? - Did not you know?

Known. In general, I...

This monsieur - Parisian antique dealer.

Monsieur l'Abbe Zhode, Saint-Fiacre kyure.

You know ma'am, I many more visits.

Did you know that I should meet with you.

Mass tomorrow.

Right. Wait I have a few minutes.

Located in the library.

Albert, not stripped car.

After five minutes I'm going to the Moulin.

- It is necessary to fill petrol. - Have you been able to do it.

God knows that left in all this.

The original edition had disappeared. Luxury bindings too,

and even less luxurious.

I think you over the commode?

I am Secretary Mrs Countess, also engaged in the sale of it all.

Lucien Sabot.

Very nice.

Let us, if not mind, this chest of drawers,

since he has not sold.

Cool thing. That same era.

Authorship established expertise.

Listed at number 71 in the "Living France".

You certainly know the Blackman?

I know very well.

It gives him five hundred thousand.

You are in a hurry. I will not detain you.

Charles Lyuse, great job.

Is not that Count de Saint-Fiacre?

The late Count, true.

A handsome man.

Texture a little classical, but is drawn perfectly.

Charles Lyuse sells well.

If you are interested in painting, We have better, much better.

Collectible thing, I would said a museum piece.

It was the living room.

What do you think?

Gerard.

Yes, monsieur. We refused to sell three million two hundred thousand.

Mrs. Countess them dear. I will not hide from you.

Memories of youth scent of wilted flowers

and so on and so forth.

Up to this point Mrs. Countess refused to sell it.

But maybe I can convince her sell for good money.

I'm at it, as I say it...

- Influence? Yes.

Mrs. Countess asks you to.

You could not tell I'm already gone?

- And the other? - He leaves.

Okay, I went. Until tomorrow.

In the meantime, look, dig, Make an impression.

I think I already made.

Monsieur wants something a drink before dinner?

Remained the Grenadines and Malaga.

No thanks. I go up to her room.

As Monsieur wish. But M. knowingly refuses.

Malaga canceled.

Sorry.

Madame Countess small malaise. Nothing serious.

- Are you a doctor? - No, but I'm used to.

Sorry, I have to go to Moulin and take an article in the newspaper.

- So you're a... - Theatre critic.

Congratulations.

Come in, Maigret.

Sorry, you do not feel well?

Nothing serious, do not worry.

But I'm afraid I can not go down.

And I wanted to have dinner with you.

Relax. Good night.

Good night, Maigret.

If you do something necessary, I close.

You'll see tomorrow I'll get to his feet, . .

and we walk.

I hope so. Okay, relax.

How is Madame?

- Good. She's mass. - How to Mass?

Now only seven and twenty.

We have Mass at seven o'clock. Today is not Sunday.

Damn!

Coffee is ready. You bring?

All completely naturally. I thought so.

Sudden cardiac arrest.

You do seem to perfectly natural?

I would say predictable.

With it's heart. You know her?

Yes.

I thought, and this is person I've seen somewhere.

And you did not know that She was serdechnitsey?

No.

She did not die immediately thanks to the first attack.

Made an effort. And then cold played a role.

You need to drown in the church, but do not burn the sinners.

- You have completed check? - You are in a hurry?

Yes, I have a mass in Eight-thirty in Boissy.

I need to call in lock until eleven o'clock mass.

I also have to be Boissy. Decoy ducks.

Go behind the driver.

And who are you?

Whoever he was, he stopped Marie in Taten at the hotel.

If you are in Boissy, Can you ride.

A permit for burial?

I'll pick a lock just after noon.

I thought you were a family physician Madame Saint-Fiacre from.

Yeah, so what?

Do you not think an elementary correctness is

to...

... But the ducks can be hunt in the evening.

The point is not that. Albert is so or not?

The poor old woman. You were her friend?

Yes, I once knew Mrs. Countess of Saint-Fiacre.

She was very good, but totally stupid woman.

When her husband died, she was defenseless,

how many.

Have you ever been in a castle in the time graph?

Yes.

Then you know what happened to him.

The succession of secretaries, Maids in slippers

furniture on wheels.

For ten years - a complete decline.

And you think that the second smallest nerd nothing there done?

Who?

Son. Mr. Earl, handsome Maurice.

He just had to now come.

What for? Kill her? He never did not come for anything else.

But I've seen you only once.

Or you or your local work related to the move.

Not really. Usually come to me.

Gauthier!

Gautier, quick and easy!

Who is it?

Manager. For it will blow it.

Come on, old man, quick, quick though.

- What happened? - Misfortune.

- Mrs. Countess. She... - The heart could not stand.

Do not leave it in the same machine. Hurry though.

- What is it? - Madame de Saint-Fiacre died.

Can not be.

Can not be.

Just think of it, has died even without seeing his son.

Yes it is... yes it is her Twenty times killed.

What are you talking about?

The Comte de Saint-Fiacre adored his mother.

I hope so.

But still...

Have you seen the living room, a library?

Yes, you showed it to me.

Imagine that it work. His work.

Not a month passes, that he had not taken her.

Phone calls telegrams, some SOS signals.

Every time something disappeared.

Originals Proust Stenveya, Fargonara.

Each time had to something to sell.

And do you sell?

She confided to me only.

We had to take advantage of this and to warn her.

You just do not know Maurice.

If it is wise about the chest,

I also buy and paintings.

I tell you, do you know Maurice.

It will require all - the chain, clock.

You will be better to leave.

Now we all have to leave.

In any case, no leave you in your pajamas.

- Go upstairs and get dressed. Yes, monsieur.

My handkerchief.

They say you are an art dealer. You have nothing to do here.

The nearest train at noon.

Took him to the station.

Enter.

Go, go, are located. You are not bothering me.

- You had a check? Yes.

However, it is useless. The conclusion was obvious:

sudden cardiac arrest.

In your opinion, what it provoked?

I said: undoubtedly draft.

The heart of the capricious thing...

Maybe some side malaise or fatigue,

or excitement.

Excitement?

If there was something unexpected, Maybe she Mass.

Of course.

In fact, everything is much simpler.

Heart worn, worn out.

U poor thing a year ago was an attack.

I helped her cope, but recommended caution

and once more caution.

A poisoning?

Suicide?

She was a saint, There can be no question.

Leave traces of poison.

- Almost all leave traces of poisons. - Yes?

You know, I just said that.

Strange. Behave like detective novel with a sequel.

Did you know that its secretary was her nurse and made shots?

- It is normal to you? - I have taught him.

He chopped it with camphor protein.

I could not always be here.

The attacks became more frequent, and had to do a lot of injections.

Here's a look at the tracks.

Just between us, she was a beautiful woman.

- We do not have prevented? - No, no.

Oh, Mr. Earl.

Where is my mother? She is reading?

- Mr. Earl. - She read an article?

Listen, Mr. Earl, need to remain calm.

What are you doing here, Bushardon?

My mother is sick?

But, gosh, you answer me?

- Mr. Earl. - What Mr. Earl?

Madam Countess died.

- Then she read. - She read.

That read, Count?

The poor old woman.

The poor old woman.

You're still here, scumbag?

Kindly save me from you need to throw out into the street.

"Suicide is a graph de Saint-Fiacre. "

Doctor.

A terrible misfortune, druzhochek. Cruel mourning.

She read the article, is not it?

Your mother died today during the first morning mass.

I can assure you she did not suffer.

Not suffer.

Unfortunate accident.

No...

Not unhappy... case, and crime

I've not been able to prevent.

What are you talking about? Are you crazy?

And who are you, monsieur?

Maigret, the son of your former manager.

Commissioner.

Jules Maigret, ZhyuZhyu Shoe. Now I remember.

But surely, you're the commissioner.

Correctly say, and yet true.

That's what this morning publishes Newspaper "Little mulenets":

"This morning there was dramatic suicide

Paris street Myurmenil in apartment

which for many years held the Count de Saint-Fiacre.

Graf shot himself in the head and a few minutes died,

without regaining consciousness.

His girlfriend, he said, that he was ashamed of the scandal

provoked a member of his family.

It is none other than mother unhappy. "

This woman four days ago, someone wrote:

Paycheck come.

False news appeared in the daily Masses.

And the letter was written: you die before the first mass.

Case?

Coincidence?

- If I knew who wrote it? - This or that?

Do you think this is the same person?

In my opinion, these abominations the handiwork of a scoundrel.

But Jules, she's dead from cardiac arrest.

Yes, of heart failure, which anticipated for five days before.

- Who gave you this letter? - Your mother.

So here I am.

Holy water.

Mr. Earl did not think that I will see you under such sad circumstances.

So do I.

I understand your condition but I can assure you

that your mother died in harmony with God.

In accord with God?

But Mr. kyure, you know?

You have not read this filth?

Mr kyure came here on urgent business.

I think it would be better if leave him alone with the deceased.

Come on.

Look at me! and forget my stomach.

Bushardon - Bubush.

In the sixth, along with dad lived.

That's history.

You, however, think that a crime?

Anyway, your story the newspaper does not hold water.

Yes? Why?

She could not read it.

Auguste newspaper brings in its bus only at eleven o'clock.

That is, it has not arrived yet.

How much does it hit you in your hands?

In the hotel, I ask that I woke at eight o'clock.

I brought a newspaper with breakfast.

The newspaper is published from the press at two o'clock in the morning.

As it enters the Moulin on sale about six.

The man who wanted to warn your mother

had a lot of time.

And do not you think this is a bad joke?

I know a lot of different motives for murder.

Nine times out of ten it is material interest,

sometimes hate, love often,

but jokes have never been.

What are you going do, Monsieur Maigret?

First, if you will, give himself up.

Sorry that so quickly leave you, but I need to Boissy.

Emergency call.

- Who could write this stuff? - Well, if you do not know...

Who asks me a question - policeman or antiquarian?

The sexton knew you.

Argues that went to school with you.

I even think he's proud of it.

Sorry, I have to go to work.

I'll take you. I need buy the cream and soap for shaving.

Do you mind?

I fully admit Madame de Saint-Fiacre

never read a newspaper article, because no one has seen in her hands a newspaper.

But on the other hand, there was no No phone call.

But she could report the news how shall I put it more precisely, . .

in words.

You are the last who saw Madame de Saint-Fiacre.

She would say something that would lead one to trace?

I'm not on today's morning, and about last night.

Indeed, we have to Madame de Saint-Fiacre was a meeting.

But I do not think that the health the human soul

somehow regard to the police.

Strange thoughts climb in head when you do not know.

I thought health the human soul

this was the topic of conversation.

In a low voice, in the confessional.

With you it was more bullring.

Yes, I'm not listening under the door, but heard.

Perhaps you spoke the holy words, stamping with his feet.

Note that you can have a soul Christian and nervous feet.

You can chide the old ladies, but is it recommended

for a heart attack?

I beg you.

It's you threw on the floor Portrait of Lucien Sabot, right?

Disorder breeds disorder.

My action may seem disappointing,

but it was purely preventive.

If I'm in something fault, then only that

that for too long take the initiative.

I wait for the parishioners. Let me take a bow.

Mr kyure, . .

... You know the killer, is not it?

Its only God knows.

Tell the wife, the economic I get the soap only on Saturday.

Okay, I'll say.

What you want, monsieur?

Candy for a sous Madam Taten.

Jules!

Jules Maigret.

- Is that you? - I, Madame Marie.

Why conferred after so many years?

See you.

Do not look at me like that.

I'm certainly not beautiful, but over the years...

- A drink something? Yes, a glass of white.

And you do not really changed.

All the same blue eyes.

Well, yes.

If you are looking for "Little mulentsa"

I've got just yesterday's number.

Today...

Bring on the bus Daddy Auguste at eleven o'clock.

- You had a phone? Yes, there, in the back.

Hello, give me fifty fourth in the Moulin.

I am also calling secretly.

Yes, Marie, before I forget, bring me soap to shave.

Just think of it, I knew him in short pants,

and now he shaves his beard.

Hello, "Little mulenets"?

I want to talk to news editor.

You have left the castle?

Hello, says commissioner Maigret of the judicial police.

Welcome, Monsieur.

I want to know who reported you news of the death of Count

de Saint-Fiacre.

Your correspondent from Paris?

Kindly check.

I was at the Moulin.

And I congratulate you on this.

Hello, yes, fifteen minutes to midnight?

Wow. Then connect the with the editor.

Sleeping?

When he wakes up, tell him Comte de Saint-Fiacre is alive and well.

Also tell them that the criminal Code is Article 27

of the twenty-ninth July 1881...

that the transfer false information

punishable by law.

And I advise him immediately give a rebuttal.

Yes, exactly.

Thank you.

Yesterday, fifteen minutes before midnight you were on the editorial?

I've already told you that I write critical essays on art.

I gave the story and left.

Of course, you suspect me.

I do not call Mr. Earl

and your father is not worked in my family.

I am a poor, moreover, a commoner, therefore, suspect.

- I know the police. - Yes?

And I'll tell you more, you do not have the right to conduct this investigation.

We are not here in the department Seine, this case Syurte Nacional.

Secretary, critic fine arts,

legal knowledge - I appreciate the breadth of your views.

Hello, I'm listening.

Who asks?

Maitre Malyon, a lawyer in civil cases?

Do not hang up now refer to it.

It's you.

Plus everything else and more clairvoyant.

It makes me sense of excitement.

Hello. My dear master, I want to see you as soon as possible.

It is very important.

Already read it?

Yes, that's the case.

No, certainly not.

Some problems with the police,

whom I myself would like to put end, the sooner the better.

Thank you, dear master.

Hello, everyone.

Hello Drink anything?

Thank you in no time.

- How much is it? - Fifty pieces.

I'll take it. Add back phone call

a glass of white soap and shaving.

"Little mulenets" not brought. Do you understand?

No.

But once you say...

Give me a pack of cigarettes, "High Life"

and tell me how much I owe you?

Are you sure spent the evening at the Moulin?

Yes, monsieur, sure.

- Thank you. - Bye, Marie.

- I hope we see you again? - Sure.

Yes, Monsieur Sabot, I forgot to say

information received by telephone not from Paris but from the Moulin.

A call to the Moulin - one franc.

Do not interrupted?

On the contrary, just wanted to see you.

In the morning it happened misfortune I completely lost his head.

I must have uttered God knows what?

Nothing special.

- Enter the same. - Thank you.

I took you for that Who do you have presented,

for one of these antiques.

Recently, their there's so much visited.

What would such as... your father in my place?

The same as you.

- Sit down, Mr. Maigret. - Thank you.

- You do not undress? - No, I popped in for a minute.

Initially, when we arrived at this place, everything was like with you.

- Drink a drop? - Do not give up.

Mother, bring pear brandy.

You'll see it a little krepkovata, but well warmed.

You know my wife?

Yes, Madame Gautier.

Perhaps Monsieur Maigret wants a beer?

Pear wine glasses will suffice.

The smell of cabbage, you do not irritate you?

No.

In the castle of some food at such a day.

We had just met.

At the time of my mother the kitchen was out there.

We moved her, due to thrust in the pipe.

We often wind blows.

And since fewer drafts.

Mr. Earl did not say their intentions about the funeral?

- He's had. - Yes?

But not about the funeral. He needed the money.

- Already? - How much?

Eight hundred thousand.

Eight hundred thousand?

- Three-year aging. - Cancelled.

However, eight hundred thousand he could find.

You can lay the farm Ptimenil.

How do you say?

Adele M. Maigret says that can lay Ptimenil.

What did you say?

Ptimenil long sold out.

And almost all of hectares of fertile ground to the White Cross, too.

Not to mention the farm Tresilenyur.

Then what's left?

Nothing.

Earth Langar, swamps different rot, this hypothetical lock.

That's all that's left.

I am ashamed to say it all went around the world before our eyes.

For whom, for what?

In Paris apartment machine and everything else.

Here - the secretaries.

The last you've seen.

This may be the worst of all.

The rest were pimps.

But this felt like a real Managing Director.

Others privorovyvali little by little,

that he decided to invest in the case - in psevdoplastik.

- You do something to say? - No, but that's promising.

Just think Madame unhappy he believed.

I believed in everything.

And, as luck would have at that time, Mr. Maurice bought the famous yacht in the south,

"Rose of Tahiti. "

I remember her well.

I did what I could...

... Patched the roof, pay taxes, even paying bills from the grocer.

You know what such masters of the castle -

do not like people to They gossiped about.

Your father would have done the same thing.

My father, a miserable old man.

Listen, the money He wanted to put in plastic

Yacht "Rose Tahiti" bill from the grocer -

how it should in total?

I did not count.

Do not go with us hot ing? We've already covered the table.

Wait, only son. - No, thanks.

- Is this it? Yes, Emil.

He is currently working the cashier in the bank at the Moulin.

Consists in the state. I called him and told him about the accident.

For him, Madame was a good fairy.

When we are here settled, he was...

Thirteen and a half.

I was almost as Yet when I went away.

Okay, Gauthier, I would pleasure tasted fresh soup,

but I have a case.

Listen, what about the money you gave him

refer to the notary.

Maybe it's too late.

Monsieur Maigret, that done is done.

But thanks for the offer.

Thanks for the tincture.

- Mr. Earl at the top? - No, it's there.

Mr kyure said us trouble.

Get up, there for many people.

Sorry.

Did not know you here.

I hope that does not bother?

Disturbed. You're too early.

Mr kyure, present here and a little nervous...

Going to get instructions about the funeral.

What should be the same! Now Fathers were not lie.

How does this mean!

Imagine Mr. kyure demanded that I take an oath.

Wow, what an oath?

Fortunately, we only come to the essence of the oath.

But, nonetheless, and the conversation was quite interesting.

Mr. Earl, swear that...

In what I swear to you? What does not kill your mother?

In the castle of the deceased, please.

I order you to shut up.

Five minutes ago you I ordered to say.

It is better to immediately resolve the issue.

He was embarrassed to talk in your presence,

and he thinks I am guilty.

Admit it, you will too.

How hard to you.

Okay, Mr. Maigret, not We walk around the bush.

If anyone was beneficial her death, it's just me.

I knew that his mother suffered from heart disease.

I did not hesitate.

A week ago I went to the threats asked to take stock.

Uttered the name of Lucien Sabot.

In short, infuriated This poor woman deliberately.

Do not you think that I most suitable killer?

Do not you think, you fool around?

Fool, yes. Only doing.

You generally do not recognize me.

How do you think, why I came so quickly?

Because issued non-sufficient funds check.

- You know, for what amount? - Eight hundred thousand.

And all this thanks the charm of the province.

And you will know where this idiot has caused a stir.

What can be done to eight hundred thousand?

Buy the values? ?of the earth? Baloney. All of this convention.

I started playing the run.

In toto, as the saying goes.

"Suicide is a graph de Saint-Fiacre ".

Perhaps very soon, I am quite could become the author of anticipation.

It seems you do not like it.

Stop drinking and take nonsense. Yesterday you were in the Moulin.

Information came from Paris.

You know it. So was written in the newspaper.

Why were you at the Moulin since yesterday?

- Wow, Commissioner woke up. - With him it is.

So?

I drove to the local bank branch.

I wanted to see how money left in your account.

But there is almost nothing left.

And you know, who told me this good news?

Emil, the son of your manager.

Exactly.

He gave me such joy.

Stop drinking, please.

Why? Alcoholism shock you?

And I thought it integral part of the whole.

My mother never told you of this unfortunate tendency of my?

Then the hell of What do you say to her?

The old lady always you confessed.

It was you anything to tell.

In addition to his fear of death and hell, which she still afraid?

And I can tell you that she was afraid of me afraid that I will come suddenly.

She was ashamed of me, embarrassing.

Old woman was ashamed.

And it is clear to us.

No, you do not understand. Not for me it was a shame,

and for themselves.

The money she gave secretaries were mine,

my heritage.

She was afraid I would demand summarizing,

I will blame her.

And you had to call in bell and shame for her debauchery.

Pay money for absolution sins against repentance,

a wafer against her secretaries.

Answer me! Tell me, that it is not.

Answer me!

No, you do not get out of here, until I know

that she suffered because of me.

Go ahead, Mr. kyure, go.

I will pray for you.

Why? To be forgiven of my mother or a bank loan?

I am ashamed of you. Perhaps your Satan's speech - a system of protection.

But, in my opinion, you are pathetic type.

I am spoiling your memories? Of course, my father was more. .

how shall I say?

... More classical.

Yes, yes, I know.

Yes, I would be at the top in mourning and with red eyes

humbly with depressed type to hold hands.

But, though he had at least where.

Good men were the last kind of Saint-Fiacre.

Swindler, a drunkard and an old bigot, which was fucking gigolo.

Sorry.

Yet she did not deserve it.

- Who? - Mom.

Oh, this villain Sabot.

If I did not leave its just one.

Her secretaries - not that imagines kyure.

There is no vice. The old lady was not so.

She just needed in human affection,

attachment.

Mr. Earl, to did you get the mayor's wife.

I do not know what to say.

I live or dead?

Okay, go.

They do not come say goodbye to my mom,

and contemplate suicide.

I bet all of them know the story by heart.

I know them well.

What are you waiting for? Go, Show them your number.

So be it.

Just want to see Mr. graph, we show them that we are here.

Not in good shape, but here.

Monsieur, accept my sincere regret.

Thank you, thank you.

In these circumstances, can rely on me.

You're very generous.

- This is my daughter. - Mlle.

I loved it.

I was obliged to it all Mr. Earl, all.

Emile Gauthier, son of the manager.

Forty-six votes - a majority.

Socialists abstained.

No, no, do not call back, start in five minutes.

Okay. Bring in the set.

- You were on duty last night? Yes.

So you give a note about death of the Comte de Saint-Fiacre?

Yes. - Congrats.

I think the main editor told me.

- Maigret. Yeah, right.

How can I help?

Tell me why you gave this note? The same was not true.

- I got a call. - Where?

From Paris.

Well, anyway, I thought that a call from Paris.

I connected the telephone operator.

As usual, I heard: "Do not hang up

now going to talk to Paris. "

This means that anyone can call and say anything.

Unfortunately, there is one the part that worries me.

Yes? What is it?

Do not accept you got me for an idiot?

Let me explain. Usually by telephone Braspar

reported incidents.

But this time he was so say, stayed at the opera

at a gala performance.

Thus, at least caller claimed.

And you believed him?

I would look at you were in my place.

If the information proved to be true,

I would not bet it at room I would immediately be fired.

And it proved to be false.

It is always possible to give a refutation.

There's your proof.

And where was Sabot on the night?

Sabot?

Listen, my friend, journalism might lead very far.

It will lead you to investigator's office.

Still say that nothing never heard of Sabot.

But Sabot is not working at the office.

Gives one or two articles per week.

We have the critical articles on art...

In short, the Sabot was or was not in the wording

at the time of call?

No.

- You were the one? Yes.

You do not think you know that...

What did I do?

False information is not a person's death.

No, it was the death of a woman.

And you spoke phone with the killer.

Complicity, too, not death, but can greatly complicate your life.

Think about it.

- How are you? - Normal.

Beer with foam.

Goodbye.

Well, it is necessary, what a surprise. I did not know what you lunatic.

This moth.

I already go back. . the castle.

You ride?

I only enough gasoline. I wanted to stop by the gas station...

And then, it's just of course, how to sleep without pajamas.

You forgot a suitcase in a hotel?

It's not that I forgot.

Just hotelier - A rare bastard.

Saint-Flursky accent huge mustache, a terrible kind.

There. No, not this. What do you imagine?

I've said it in the form of checking. These little things are not for me.

Sleep without pajamas, still all right,

but ten miles walk - too far,

especially if you push machine. Take it.

So be it.

But, of course, with the first opportunity,

I'll give them to you.

Check?

No, of inheritance Saint-Fiacre, my dear.

There are not just pictures.

So you ride, we have because now there is gasoline?

No thanks, I'll be back in a taxi.

Then, before the meeting tomorrow morning.

Of course.

- Maybe you want without the foam? - No, no, okay.

I ask why - some like the foam, while others - no.

Here as in all things need their own rate.

I, for instance, like the foam only on the size of a finger.

I usually say that we should leave place for a liquid or zhazhdoutolyayuschego.

The more so because of gossip thirsty.

"The death of the Countess de Saint-Fiacre.

Unfortunate mistake, the message the death of the Comte de Saint-Fiacre,

admitted in yesterday's issue of our newspaper

caused this sudden death. "

Let?

I ask because that I am a friend of Maurice.

How long have you know him?

Last night I was alone.

He enrolled as you bought me a beer.

Waiter, a bottle of beer.

And then?

Let's see, maybe glass of Mirabel.

No, I am of you and Maurice.

And we talked to two or three o'clock in the morning.

Here?

Here, only the chairs and glasses, situation does not have.

Of course not, we went to him. .

the hotel "Golden Lion".

Why do you ask?

Yes, so easy to...

A lump of sugar? - Here it is.

You are here en route?

That he should ask.

I am here only to two days on business.

Meeting with a client, but I think he forgot about me.

The better or the worse?

By the way, you're a local, Maybe you know him?

Sabot, Lucien Sabot.

Yes, I know. Such dark short.

Yes.

Seems to work in some castle nearby.

Yes. It seems fucks mistress of the castle.

Maybe it was just gossip?

If you are looking for it, something wrong floor.

Its headquarters at the bottom of the "hula-Huppah. "

Go down the stairs out there, about the inscription "Phone".

Okay.

Take it. Thank you.

- What's your name? - Arletta. You are going already?

Yes. But tomorrow night maybe I'll have time.

- Where can you find? - Here. I come in six.

- Hello, Monsieur Maigret. - Hello, Gautier.

From three sides... Congratulations.

- You are a lover? - Previously, I played a little.

And here we are playing all the time.

Monsieur Maigret, M. Byuar, Deputy Director of the bank.

Monsieur.

Very nice, monsieur.

Monsieur Flaubert, senior cashier.

Good afternoon.

Hello Continue I will not bother you.

Your blow, M. Byuar.

Your ball, please.

- Now you're following people? - Of course not.

You angry?

I confess morning Marie Tateno I behaved no better.

Let's not about this. We were on the nerves.

I was completely calm.

Of course, but you, like me, would not hurt a bit to unwind.

So we're both here.

- What to drink monsieur? - Beer.

Beer is not served, Monsieur. We cabaret. Whiskey, champagne?

Bring champagne.

I know you think that my place is not here.

In the castle you thought the same thing.

Just think I have no place anywhere.

Sabot, why do you think that all of you to sharpen a tooth?

Why does my Lulu is blown? What did my Lulu?

Nothing.

This is Monsieur Maigret.

I am Parisian antique dealer.

- Mademoiselle Miriam. - Very nice.

Listen, Lulu, in You antiquarian friend.

It's fun, it could help we find what we seek.

You know the style Louis XVI?

Yes.

I love it.

I want it to be me everywhere - in the hallway, living room,

throughout the room.

Louis XVI - is you do not have hot water bottle on the kettle.

What do you think of him?

Lulu And that thought of him?

He does not rest flat.

We have it yet, but we find. From this man's ties!

Of course.

Note to the fifteenth June, we still have time.

The fifteenth of June?

Lulu did not say that fifteenth of June, we're getting married?

No, because he's so humble. Our own discretion Lulu.

Do not even tell me that sometimes happens here.

Sometimes?

- Every night. - Wow.

Okay, was glad to get acquainted, but tomorrow I have a bad day.

Do not go. Twenty minutes of my finals.

"Foam bath" - not want to see?

No, not all in one day.

No, I will pay.

I can well pay off.

You were right, today it is blown.

What is it? Come on smile. Come on, quickly.

Come on, scratch-cat.

Scratch-cat Lulu.

Albert, I'm going to the Moulin.

When Mr. Earl come down, say...

He was gone, and it seems said he would go to mass.

Well, you found apartment and move?

I made it clear that better to leave the castle.

That's leaving.

Bravo. But let us not confuse decency and folly,

and departure flight.

Far do not go away, I necessarily have to ask you

a few questions.

Maitre Malyon answer on them for me.

He will come tonight.

Very handy. Ask him go to the castle for seven nights.

Maybe you need it.

I have no reasons to come to the castle

to seven and no reason to obey you.

However, why would it suddenly?

Like you, Lulu, I do not like

but it can please the investigator.

Therefore, I advise to withhold your zealous advocate,

and verify their watches.

You see, I reconciled with the church.

At least, with the clergy.

This is the beginning. I thought you also.

Served Mass for my mother.

I do not know.

I sat on the bench Saint-Fiacre from the funeral of my father.

Mr Abbot said very heartfelt speech.

Marie Taten was in tears.

I confess that I myself was a long time deprived of this spectacle.

In Paris, I rarely go to church.

Direction of the Moulin you're not interested?

No, not yet.

- Hello, Mr. kyure. - Hello.

I did not know that you will serve Funeral of Madame de Saint-Fiacre.

Yesterday, during the Mass I made an announcement.

I love you in no blame, Mr. kyure the contrary,

I came to ask you give me a few minutes. .

and help me.

But I have five minute lesson catechism.

Longer I will not keep.

You see, Mr. kyure, I thought. .

... I can not speak, read Does Madame de Saint-Fiacre

article about the death of his son, but One thing is sure - if she was killed,

what happened here.

Can not be.

Well, yes, it can not be I am also so-so said

but then again think about.

Mr kyure, very often cardiac arrest occurs in the street.

I know dozens of similar cases.

And each has its own features.

Victims of expression remained person at the time of death.

There are thoughtful dead, there are gay,

you really forgive me, and are frightened.

- Do you remember her eyes? Yes.

So I ask you to pass with me in your church.

Come along, if not mind, and try...

Come on.

That try?

Reconstruct the course of a crime.

You forget you in the temple of the Lord.

I do not remember - or anywhere we, nor that this woman died

under mysterious circumstances.

Tell me what to do.

Okay, now you going to be a place Just yesterday, during the mass.

Madame de Saint-Fiacre was here near here, the guard was there,

a chorister?

- Next to me. - Good.

So, I ask you again all his words and gestures.

I repeat: all the gestures and all the words.

Everything was as usual.

She prayed, and I baptized her.

What she had an expression person at this point?

Humble, quiet.

Hence, it is not yet known. Thirty seconds left.

On the strength of thirty seconds.

Missal.

Sorry, Mr. kyure, I have to go back to the castle.

But... missal...

What?

I picked it up... and put in a cupboard in the sacristy.

So what?

I do not understand. Always lay here forgotten ritual.

You have not seen breviary Mrs. Countess?

No, I did not see anything.

And you could not be attributed it to himself, mechanically.

Of course not.

- All the same look. - I would have remembered.

Is it just to clear my conscience.

Go and make you look too.

What to see?

In the priest's house. Am I right?

Hey, druzhochek, what's your name?

Ernest.

A name?

Ernest Bufar.

Bufar, Bufar. Wait a minute.

Blacksmith?

He is my grandfather.

Here you can see. You know, I too was a child servant.

Namely, in this very church I have helped during the Mass,

just like you.

I remember that after the Mass, without singing, waiting for service

We stayed with Mr. kyure in the house and had dinner.

Now as well?

Yes.

I even tell it was yesterday in the menu - chicken egg

coffee with milk and a piece of Swiss cheese.

One way or not?

Cheese was not Swiss, brie cheese.

So only in this change.

I remember that we are here glom wine for mass.

And here were taken missal of Mr. kyure,

and then secretly considered it.

You know, this, . .

with red letters and musical arias.

In the Book of Needs Madam Countess also were colorful characters?

Come as you and I agree.

I'll buy you a new breviary, such a large, full gilt,

French and Latin.

With drawings and arias.

And you brought back to me on the other.

But I did not take.

Of course, not take.

But you watched it and afraid that your catches.

That, and hid it.

Okay, I did not tell otherwise it will not play.

Just take me and say, hot or cold.

Passionately?

No?

So, it's cold.

I do not know whether hot, but I it seems they are already warm.

What do you think?

We'll see.

So hot?

Passionately?

Very hot?

It is hot.

Just heat.

Well, he found, thanks to Ernest.

You know the page?

Lord.

"Suicide is a graph de Saint-Fiacre. "

National Bank. Department issuing cash.

Listen a minute.

Hello, Mr. Maigret.

Welcome, Monsieur Gaultier. Tell me, you have not seen the Count de Saint-Fiacre?

I saw his car at the entrance.

He's a master director.

- Do you know why? - No, monsieur.

Be kind, go for a second.

So, I do not want to persuade you disclose the secret deposit, but...

In general, your dad said, why am I here?

Yes.

- It's awful. - Awful.

You already know something?

Soon find out. That is why, babe Emil, you have to help me.

Mr. Comte de Saint-Fiacre was in the bank the day before?

Yes.

- Therefore, on the eve of the drama. Yes.

What did he want?

Just wanted to clarify financial condition.

Assets, stocks, the current account. I honestly told him everything.

It quickly made. He has nothing left?

Several non-liquid securities.

That, and the current account... Fortunately, Mr. Earl podsuetilsya quickly.

Did not you know?

Bad check?

Yes. But now everything is in order.

Graf made just the necessary amount.

Mr. Director, called in the central office.

Check will be paid today.

I thought you did not know why he came.

Excuse me.

Well, that all settled. I'm just glad.

But if you suddenly need one hundred thousand, you would find them?

I would not find it.

Okay. Sorry bother, kid.

By the way, do me a service.

Of course. What's the matter?

With those eight hundred thousand, all the figures you have in your head?

Yes, but it is easy to check.

No, no, come Today the castle is seven.

It's unbelievable, Madame de Saint Fiacre was left almost nothing.

But believe me, it killed because of money.

Sorry, Mr. kyure, bother at that hour.

I had dinner early.

Sorry, but I'm afraid today you'll have dinner very late.

- Any news? - Will.

I think tonight we Grab the mask from the perpetrator.

We?

Yes, you must help me.

But a deal immediately, Mr. kyure -

when I say "guilty" - This means, whoever he was.

Agreed?

Yes.

- Good evening, Monsieur Maigret. - Good evening, Madame Gautier.

What happened?

Mr. Earl asked these gentlemen for dinner.

Yes?

When all is well, nothing wrong with that, but still...

Mr Commissioner, waiting for you only.

What's the story with dinner?

You invite me people at the dinner,

So I invite them to the table.

Madame Gautier has kindly agreed to serve us for dinner.

Milo with her hand, but I do not gathered for it.

Collected?

No, Mr. Commissioner, kindly let me see

you say is not very accurate.

We are here on their own.

This is an invitation to We are not enforced.

Who is this gentleman?

Maitre Malyon.

Civil lawyer.

That's it.

Mr Commissioner, it is very glad to meet you.

My client talked a lot about you.

Like this way, I just need to talk to you about it.

Honestly, your glass is empty, my dear master.

But true.

Albert, a glass master for Maigret.

No, no, not worth it, thanks.

Accept the situation quite spicy.

Famous police and counsel, shall we say,

fairly well-known, we can arrange an entertaining duel

from a business point of view, yes?

I must say, the Count de Saint-Fiacre I understand perfectly.

This guy - a real lion high society.

Only the high-society lions can quickly reach an agreement.

Exactly.

In any case, attachment, we all felt for the deceased,

forbids us to fight.

It seems you also had another our glorious dead woman.

Yes.

This explains everything.

As I said to these gentlemen, position of our friend

Commissioner is very delicate.

Nothing official, no investigation,

anything that would allow officially begin the investigation.

But about what, need to ask?

I just called all of you to ask about it.

Aroused? No, I again stop you.

By the way, as far as I know, doctor gave permission for burial.

Bubush, we are talking here about you.

Yes?

You brought resolution Funeral?

- Of course. - You see.

Agree to talk about that led us here...

I allow myself sheer arbitrariness.

I know.

Yes. Who asks?

Wait.

Monsieur Maigret, it's you. Senior Inspector of Moulin.

Monsieur Gontran?

No, what you do. Thank you for calling.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Much faster than I thought.

No, the two inspectors is enough.

As soon as possible. Thank you.

Let your glass, the master.

Here's another guest. Good evening, Mr. kyure.

Lord.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I for a moment. Decided to place missal Mrs. Countess.

I picked him up about it, and was to bring before

but because of all these experiences, I forgot about him.

It is better to take it up. Gauthier.

If you do not mind I'll take it myself.

Stay a little with the deceased.

As you wish.

Well, doctor, you do not drink?

Good evening, Mr. kyure.

What are you doing here? He came home to spend the night?

That I had asked him to come.

Mr. Earl, Bon appetit.

Albert, put another an instrument for Emil.

You, of course, their reasons, Monsieur Maigret,

but as for me, all this is so frustrating.

Mr. Earl asked Sabot. What's it like?

We had supper with him at the table.

I do not know what happened to you, dear My, do not sulk so.

I do not know what we're doing here.

Settles our case, dear friend. Settles the matter.

You do not say so, why he called me.

Soon you'll know.

You will not have dinner with us?

I should be.

I have to absent himself for a moment. I hope this is not prohibited?

No way.

Please to the table, gentlemen. Without protocol. Sit where you like.

Sit down, Gauthier, we serve themselves at a time.

Mr. Earl, Allow me to retire.

No, you're one of us. Emil Give Mr. kyure chair.

You are very kind, but I have deeds.

I do not think I belong here.

Here and nowhere else. You do not have the right to desert,

When I revived family tradition of Saint-Fiacre

and gather at one table.

Pike caught poaching method, Gautier.

White onion sauce, Madame cooked.

Albert, put another unit and serve white wine.

Lord, bless this meal and give us our daily bread,

Give it to those who do not.

In the name of Father, Son and Holy Spirit. So be it.

An excellent copy.

I will not deny excellent copy,

but I have seen and more.

I once caught a fish in the Oise weighing about twelve pounds.

Who do you say? Hunter of partridges?

I remember in thirty-seven...

Everyone will be drinking coffee?

Six guns, one hundred and ten a wounded partridge.

I hunt only in Deauville.

Mr. Earl wants to know Killer will also be coffee?

No, my dear, it is have a professional

deformation.

I think it's quite improper.

The presence of killer at the table? Me too.

As you just noted, we are not in the bill,

there are only these six gentlemen.

Sorry, Mr. kyure.

Six, one of whom now the evening will be behind bars.

I know I am not authorized conduct the investigation.

Permission for burial delivered very quickly.

Nevertheless...

murderer of Madame de Saint-Fiacre will have to appear before the court

a prearranged crime.

I'm sure of - the murder occurred.

Without a revolver, no knife, no poison, but still a crime

Currently, base.

No, I made a mistake, you seven.

However, no single fault eliminates blame others.

- Jules, you're already bent. - Bushardon, shut up.

But what do you imagine letting? I have the right.

You shut up?

All right.

You have been long known that Your patient is terminally ill?

About a year.

Because of what?

Answer the same Bushardon, time you ask.

After receiving my Telegrams from Mezhefa.

Urgent came half million to return home.

Wrote a bad check. The police already know.

Kisses. Signed: Maurice.

The check was just a fantasy, however, the police too.

The truth was much more poetic. I bought a small house,

to ride on skiing with a young lady.

And you just had not sent his mother in that light.

On the death of no one expected,

which proves the danger skiing.

Even by correspondence.

Mr. Earl...

Gauthier, do not be a formalist.

It is the black humor of Mr. graph modern outlook on life.

But we are discussing question of incompetence.

After learning that she was ill you call a specialist?

No. The health status of Madame de Saint-Fiacre was a serious,

but not hopeless.

Do you think that's okay in repeated attacks there,

and asked her secretary to do...

her shots.

So, I think it quite normal, that she had died,

once it had treated a doctor like you.

Who was aware of her the first attack?

Everything.

I advised them to keep her and take care of it.

But no! Do you think it is prevented to do his tricks?

On the one hand demanding an account

it's her other long place in the afterlife.

And strangely enough, both it was made of the fact

who sits in front of you.

Dear master, against your client was charged.

We will not respond to such snide insinuations.

Mean?

Bushardon, sit down.

Calm down.

Observe decorum, gentlemen. We are in the castle.

I beg your pardon, I need to call.

I'm away for a minute.

I'm not saying that my client does not may be the subject of conversation.

But it happens in any family - different opinions

minor differences.

Unfortunately, it not on differences,

but the motive for the crime.

On the motive? That, my dear, my client had no motive.

Who killed his benefactress?

Of course, . .

unless you are an heir.

He will. This I learned from a notary public.

Nothing illegal in this.

She loved Lucien.

In other words, it cost it is quite expensive.

Inheritance does not interfere with sale, dear master.

But this time it belongs to you.

For the delicate nature this is very important.

Is not it? It also allows you to buy furniture in the style of Louis XVI.

By the way, how do you intend to pay?

I do not know. Wriggled like.

Unscrew would through inheritance.

This is in order. It is self-granted.

First, get Secretary-old lady

then, let's say, a trusted face, the closest person,

and then become the heir.

And the old lady dies.

To speak at once, that we killed her.

You came to the Editor newspapers in the evening

when she reported news of the suicide.

Yes, but...

You brought a newspaper and here did so to read it.

This is only a hypothesis.

But this is absurd. What reasons? Why should I?

You are afraid. They were afraid that coming Maurice de Saint-Fiacre,

learn about your machinations throw out the door

and convince his mother to throw you out of probate.

Did you know that you have a tenant in common?

- True, I learned this detail. - Detail...

Mr. Earl picked up the right word, detail.

One more thing. From your client as time is the most unpleasant parts.

After all, he not only appreciate art, and knew his business.

Yes, Lulu?

Three million older francs. Benefactress.

I called her Grandma.

Of course, Lulu and dragged her to a notary public.

I'm not angry at you that you slept with a miserable old woman.

Shut up.

I am angry at you just for the fact that you cheat it.

I do not like tender scam.

You prefer respectful. Gauthier, for example.

What?

That's it. Where I had to stand on ceremony?

Have me stand on ceremony? True, I always took her money.

What did you expect? That I was dead from hunger?

Not everyone can work in the administration or collect donations.

Yes, I will marry soon. Yes, I am looking for an apartment.

Yes, Miriam loves furniture Louis XVI.

And I spit on you all!

- Calm down, my child. - Leave me alone!

Why does it have anything do not ask?

His face a respectable man?

But this did not prevent him sell land, farms,

take a mortgage loan.

- What did you say? Yes, that is, a mortgage loan.

Ptimenil.

Madame knew.

That's right, she knew. Only Gauthier's not taking from the till,

he gave in debt, with the two of you He was forced to do so.

Emil, how Lucien has taken under development of plastic?

Five million nine hundred thousand.

That's why we had to Ptimenil sell.

Of course, as always In such cases,

sell a maximum of twenty percent of actual value.

Twenty percent of which are yours Daddy put it in my pocket!

Oh, you bastard, bastard!

How much is the amount of deficit from operations Monsieur Sabot?

Considering bills of exchange,

Around eight million.

How do you intend to return this money?

Hear that? She gets up.

It will go down and expose a killer.

Just like Edgar Allan Poe.

So how do you intend to return the money? Tell me.

You retaliate, you're happy.

You have waited for this moment After all, before the trustee

was he. And do not Only trusted.

It's disgusting.

I beg you, utihomirte it.

Calm down, baby, calm down. You talk too much.

My poor Lucien, I think, you cut off your head.

Do not reply, Lucien go unheeded.

If we had intended to kill her would never have committed such a folly,

as an anonymous letter.

Would have committed. I even tell you why.

To attract attention Monsieur de Saint-Fiacre

and prevent it from receive an inheritance.

Then why Sabot?

Why not, Monsieur de Saint-Fiacre?

Accusing my client, he inheritance received in full.

You understand the question, Mr. de Saint-Fiacre?

Finally.

I was thinking about me forget. I often say that I'm a murderer?

Yes, and I'm starting to think what it is.

In any case, you're guilty. You know quite well.

You killed my mother many times.

But they often are interested in only you, but not justice.

I am interested in last time.

That when she actually died.

Telegram from Mezhefa was only a rehearsal

a weapon that you have saved by then, just in case

if necessary.

And then he introduced himself. Blank check coating on the eight hundred thousand.

It remained only to repeat trick with a telegram from Mezhefa,

but in another way. Gauthier, go, look what happened upstairs.

This morning, that is, Twenty-four hours after the murder,

you have eight hundred thousand Franks in a local bank branch.

And do not check. Emil?

He made them in cash.

Where the money? Where do you find them? They took money from her purse a mother?

Found in their bedding?

Ask Mr. kyure.

I can not. Let me...

Sorry, Mr. kyure. Sit. Then be silent.

It's me, I took Madame Revenar debt,

widow of the former attorney.

Why? You were afraid that Comte de Saint-Fiacre arrested

directly to the funeral of his mother?

As you return to duty?

When it comes to big money once there is motive.

Move over.

And now, Mr. graph, explain to me

why, instead of just go to Saint-Fiacre,

you left off Moulin. That's the night

when a call from the Moulin and reports of suicide.

Well, Mr. Earl, I wait.

Where did your talk, your theatrics?

More not in use? Now is the time.

This is the man from the funeral office, they have already done.

Well, Maurice?

Call me a while Mr. Earl.

Well, no.

I knew the Comte de Saint-Fiacre.

You and he have nothing in common.

You are the one in your environment is called an amateur.

I knew immediately that Killer of this particular breed.

Therefore, I first Sabot suspected.

But everything Sabot other matters cretin

but it is not compatible with mechanism of the crime.

What was needed was someone smarter, someone who is able to come up with.

Here's the murder weapon.

Killer put to missal article from the newspaper.

And she was taken to the cafe.

The newspaper published the two fifteen nights.

An instance of the stolen pocket maker-up,

brought here, cut and put in a prayer-book.

Who was the other day in a cafe?

You and... Sabot.

But I returned to two hours. I'm sure.

So do I. I heard you returned to the first half.

But the Earl of fifteen minutes of the third was in a cafe.

And since he was in the cafe for the first time,

I could not know The newspaper was there.

But then...

Then there is third customer cafe regulars

champion in billiards. Emil nice.

Arletta, also frequented, I've seen him take the newspaper.

And his accomplice, he only that rose from the table,

to pick up a piece of paper, who was there.

But leaving is not only my father.

Sabot, too, and Mr. Earl,

and this also went the whole evening here and there.

After his return mse Mr. Sabot and graph

article was still in the Book of Needs.

It's not us, we did not do anything.

Do not you ten years bought land and farms?

Wrong.

Do not you have a security lock five million?

This I also found a notary.

Five million - pretty little business.

So pretty, that could forever

separate unhappy old woman with a son.

Of course, her son was not a gift

but he would never allowed to do so.

That's not true.

So, you not only scanty, but also vain.

You want to become the owner of the castle, to get the title of Saint-Fiacre.

And this would be the Dauphin. Model Managing staff and the cashier!

Untainted by people!

Maybe I'm not a cashier, but quickly you all count.

You will shine for ten years in prison.

As far as your villain, a son, it is more expensive.

Come with me.

- Emil! - Sit down, Gautier.

So you were at the same time with Jules?

There you will have one waiting. That I'll be right back.

Now you will be beg her for forgiveness

because you knew that she would die. You know it!

Come on, get up to your knees and ask forgiveness!

Sorry.

Here, here's what she had with him when she died.

You know? Do you recognize?

Remember, she spoke with you like a native son.

Taught you, you are all obliged to it. Come on, ask her forgiveness!

Sorry.

- Ask! - Excuse me...

- How do you coat my father? - You are the first in his place.

What do you think, Maigret?