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Dude!

What's the matter, Arlette?

Nothing.

You think you're doing... It's not what you're being paid for.

Go and finish your act.

Okay, my dear girl, I told you to go and finish.

What's the trouble?

Line up.

Me.

What did it mean?

I want to report a murder.

He's taking a statement from a girl who's coming with some story.

Are these people waiting out here anything to do with us? No, Pato.

This wind goes on, we're gonna have rain. Yeah.

You got her?

No.

Is she yours?

Ah, no, this is the girl La Prat's supposed to be questioning.

He must have brought her in here to see you. He slipped off somewhere.

La Prat!

What's it all about?

She made a statement to the police in Vermont.

La Pointe had it.

I think it's here somewhere.

Here we are. Something about a countess.

All right, Kaka, you're busy. I'll deal with this.

Send La Pointe in as soon as you find him. I most certainly will.

Don't be too hard on him.

You were young once.

Mademoiselle? Mademoiselle?

Can I go home?

What are your questions?

It's nothing but questions.

Oh, my head.

Please.

Do you mind?

Go ahead.

I'll never get them on again.

Yes?

You are Jean -Marie Marcelle Leleu, known as Arlette?

Age 24, born at Moulin, living 42C, Rue Notre -Dame de la Red -Paris, and

working as a dance and picrat in the Rue Narva.

I've said all this a dozen times since five this morning.

When you went into your local police station and said, I've come to report a

murder, question whose account is?

When was it committed? Not yet.

Really, Mademoiselle, you must say a little more than that.

I have.

I was sitting in the club with a customer after I'd finished my act,

what? Ice drip to music.

Oh.

I heard two men talking at the next table. I could not see them because of

partition.

One was called Oscar, and he said, the Countess still has her jewels, but at

rate she's going, she won't have them long.

We'll have to deal with her.

Just like that.

Then they got up and went out and I could see that the man called Oscar was

tall, broad -shouldered and with a face like a boxer.

After which, like a good citizen, he went and told the police.

Did your companion hear this? No.

What's his name?

Albert. Albert.

Was he your lover? No.

He says he loves me. And you?

Well, I like him.

Hmm.

Well, I expect we'll find him.

Oh, no.

No, you mustn't. Well, your story could do with a little confirmation.

Well, no, it couldn't. Why not?

I was very drunk last night, to ask anyone.

I don't know what I heard.

Where had you been drinking?

Oh, around, and then in the club.

And when you'd had enough to drink, you went to the police and told them the

story. So they say.

Why?

Because I didn't want to go home. You know how it is when you've been drinking

all night.

Are you now saying this story's untrue?

If you like.

No countess? No, no, no Oscar? No murder?

No.

I suppose you know it's an offence to make a false declaration to the police.

Yes. I'll pay the fine if that's what you want. Just let me go home to bed.

All right.

Can I?

You're not worth my time on the magistrate.

Next time you get drunk, think of some other joke to play. Don't worry, I've

enough of police day since the last.

Thank you.

Oh, what did you make of it?

I'm not sure.

Oh, smells like a bedroom.

No, not mine.

Funny, she was lying.

A usual false alarm? No, no.

Sometimes she was lying in the wrong places.

I want any report of any crime involving a counter put straight through to me.

Ah, Laplace, I want a word with you. All right, Lucas.

Lucas tells me that he asked you to question that girl.

Yes, I was going to. It was just that I remembered something downstairs and I

went to fetch it.

I'll see her now, shall I? She's gone.

Oh.

What's the matter? Are you shy or something?

Found a way, perhaps.

Well, you'll get over it.

In the meantime, don't go running off without telling everyone where you are.

You're on duty all the time you're up here, understood?

Well,

go on. It's not the end of the world.

Well, this is all very nice. What about some lunch?

Oh, darling, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm trying something new.

It'll be ready in a minute.

I'll go and see if it's done.

I want to know what you think of the chicken I got this morning.

It's a lovely plant bird hanging in the shop.

What?

Oh, it smells delicious.

It'll be ready in two minutes.

Good. What's it going to be? Ah, your food. It's the prize.

I got it from a shop I've never tried before.

What's wrong with Charlie, though?

He takes me too much for granted.

So don't go to see me go somewhere else for change.

Oh, no.

Not just as we're going to eat. Send him away.

Ah, Mr. Luca. I'm so sorry, madame, but this is urgent.

Luca, come in.

Sit down.

Lay a place for him. No, no, no, patron, really. No, truly, madame.

My figure.

Captain, there's been a murder.

The Countess? No, the girl.

I'm sorry, Amanda.

Tell him I will casserole the chicken for tonight.

All right, I've got it.

No, no, the concierge, we can't.

All right, will you all wait outside a minute, please?

Doctor? Strangled.

About an hour and a half ago.

Seized from behind, by the look of it.

She took her shoes off.

What? Oh, nothing, nothing.

All right, Doctor.

I'll send it down to you. Thank you.

The concierge didn't fear coming.

Anyone else?

No, there are officers on the first floor. People coming and going all the

How long has she been here? About two years. Is that her?

Yeah.

Studio portraits in the nightclub where she worked.

Peacocks.

Not these, though.

These were taken by some amateur.

Aye, aye, aye. Some amateur.

Hmm. That's a word of him.

She kept the place clean.

Funny sort of girl to be housebound.

Funny sort of girl to be murdered.

I think whoever it was probably waited in there for her. Until she came back?

Until she came back from us.

She was killed because she came to us.

All right, you, Carl, you look after this end. I'll take a look at this.

Pick that, please.

Aye.

Shot.

Where's the owner?

Sleep. Since when?

Seven, half past.

I'm his wife.

Wake him.

Why? Inspector McRae.

Criminal justice.

Fred?

Fred, wake up.

Ah. Police.

What's the trouble?

Were you here last night?

Oh, of course, I'm here every night.

I look after the cloakroom, cook if anybody wants to eat.

So you would remember anyone who came in?

Oh, pretty well.

Annette? Of course, she works here.

Where did she sit last night after she finished dance or whatever it is?

She did a dance. It was very artistic.

She sat over there.

You can learn.

No, with some boy who's been waiting our time lately.

Name? Albert.

Why, is it him you're after?

Not specially.

What about the two men who are at the next table?

There was nobody sitting at that table.

Where were the two men?

There weren't any two men.

There was a big Dutchman here with a party and an American over there with

girls. No two men.

Well, who is Oscar?

Oscar?

Well, there's a butcher down the road called Oscar, a little chap with a

moustache. Oh, no, this Oscar's tall, broad -shouldered, faced like a boxer.

Ah, he's my husband.

Morning, Inspector.

Brother Fonzie.

Rick? Not now, thank you.

Who's that if I count the bleach?

He wants to know who was here last night.

Can you tell us why?

Arlette is dead.

Arlette?

Strangled in her room this morning. Oh, my dear.

No, could do such a dreadful thing.

Oh, poor Alette.

How did it happen?

She overheard a conversation in here last night between two men. One of them

called Oscar.

It was about the murder of a countess.

After you closed, you went round to the local police. They sent her to us. We

sent her home.

And there she was killed?

Yes.

By someone who knew her flat and waited for her.

Oh, I've no idea who that could be.

Most of these girls take the customers home sometimes, don't they?

Not during working hours.

You lose on drinks.

Had she a lover?

What about last night, young man?

Oh, well.

Oh, no, no. He always went home early, so he had work to do.

Mm -hmm.

What about you? What?

Me?

Oh, don't bother about Rose. She's not jealous.

He's a terror for the girls, this one.

As a matter of fact.

Once, twice, well, naturally.

So you do know her flat?

No. Never went near it.

Out there, in the kitchen.

Or upstairs.

And you never heard of Oscar? Or a countess?

Never.

Should I open tonight?

As you wish.

And if you came, you could question all the others.

I mean, we're trying to help you.

Always been on good terms with the police.

Who can this be? We're not... What?

I thought I... I came when I heard...

When I knew that she was... I came to

tell you that...

Your first name is Albea.

I'd forgotten that.

Here, come sit down.

Thank you, Mr. Finn.

I expect you've work to do.

I'll find some.

Quite a regular.

I'm sorry. Don't be sorry. There's nothing wrong with it.

What brought you here in the first place?

I was showing a friend round Paris.

We ended up here.

How long ago?

Three weeks.

It seems a lifetime.

She wasn't what you think she was, Bertrand. What you thought she was this

morning. She was different from the other.

Would you have married her?

Someday.

If I could have got her away from here.

If?

In a way, she seemed to like it here.

Or she was afraid to leave.

She was afraid of something, I do know that.

A man?

Yes.

Oscar? She never mentioned his name, but she was afraid.

She had a false identity card, too.

Had she, indeed.

So her name wasn't Lillard? What was it?

I don't know.

Owlette?

Do you care for this?

No more any use to us.

Do you want to go on working on this case?

Yes, Petman.

I want to find the man who killed her.

All right.

Come on.

All right.

This year.

Jean Villers.

Jean Lelot.

Three years ago.

I see.

Yes, I think he's just come in.

I'll tell him.

Jean Villers has been on the phone to Moulin. Jean Lelot left the family three

years ago and they haven't heard of her since. Neither have we. What?

Arlette had Lelot's identity card. So Jean Lelot is the only name we have for

Arlette. Yes.

What else have we got?

The concierge at the apartment said that a man rang up about two years ago and

left a message to say that Oscar would be calling. Two years ago?

She remembered it because he was the only man who ever did call.

He was her only visitor?

Phew. Big, broad -shouldered man.

She must have known other men.

Look, Al, there's photographs of Al there. Take them around the short -time

hotel. That was Mr. Fred.

Oh, yeah.

In the kitchen.

Now, what about Monsieur Fred, hmm?

And his wife?

Oh, she's a lot older than he is. That's why she lets him do what he likes with

the girls. She's afraid of losing him.

Arlette was the only one she worried about.

She'd have got rid of her if she hadn't been the main attraction.

All this from Arlette?

Yes. She always told the truth.

Except once.

In here this morning.

There'll be some stuff on, Fred.

Get on the record, see if you can find it.

Yes, Tom.

We'll be back to Peacock's later. Do you want me to come along?

No.

Ask Jean -Pierre to get a description of this Leleux girl.

I want to know how she lost her identity card.

Anything else?

Yeah.

Find me a big chap called Oscar. Ask him if he strangled anyone lately.

Take it, Luca.

Does the press get the pictures?

They'll be out tomorrow.

Hello.

What?

Hold on. Patron.

An old woman's been found strangled in her apartment.

Rue Victor Marseille.

Name? Countess von Farnheim.

Who is this?

Who are you?

Dr. Casimir Bloch. And what do you want?

She was my patient.

She's mine now.

Tell me, how did she die? She was strangled.

Oh, then there is nothing I can do to help you. I shouldn't go.

There may be someone you can help.

Inspector, please.

Hi, Doctor.

Inspector.

Rock bottom.

Who's he? The lady's medical advisor.

Casimir Bloch.

All right, Doctor. Only wait outside, please.

That's all?

All right.

You want us all outside now? Yes.

All right, fellows.

All outside.

One plane closing in downstairs.

Yes, sir.

Don't stop anyone coming up. Leave the street door ajar.

Right.

Same as before?

Exactly.

By the same hand?

Bruises are anonymous, but both were strangled from behind by a man of

strength. Or a woman?

If she was as strong as a man.

How old was she? Forty -five to fifty.

What? She looks ancient.

Notice all the bottles.

And look at this.

Ah.

Done with this.

Oh.

Surely they don't usually drink as well. They'll do anything.

Well, I'll be getting along.

Don't send me any more tonight. I'm going out to dinner.

Do you know anything about this Casimir block?

I don't know about one of his patients, but that... Send him in, woman.

Right.

You wanted me, Inspector.

How long's she been your patient?

Three years.

And how long a drug addict?

Fifteen years, so she said.

Where'd she get it from?

No idea.

From you?

Oh, no, no, no.

Only twice, in the course of a medical treatment, you understand.

Anything else about her?

Very little.

Who is Oscar?

Oscar?

Oscar? I do not know.

All right, you can go.

Oh, yeah, it's an old sour bush.

She says she saw no one come in.

I think she spends half a dime gossiping upstairs.

She cooks for an old man on the top floor. She was taking him up his dinner,

noticed the apartment was open, looked in, saw what happened and called the

police.

What does she know about the Countess? She's been here about five years.

Never went out, not many visitors.

Any special ones? Long -haired young man who called her auntie.

Auntie?

Look at this.

Robbery of the motive?

The Countess still has her jewels, but at the rate she's going, she won't have

them long.

Luca, Arlette was right about everything so far.

She told us the whole truth.

You found uncle.

Poor old auntie.

She was murdered.

Well, it wasn't me. I haven't been here for days.

I paid to cover her up. She looked awful.

I suppose you're the police, are you?

Or are you murderers?

Name?

Philippe. Philippe what?

Mortimer. My father is a professor at Grenoble, so you'd better be careful.

Not, of course, that he wouldn't like to see me in prison.

Take your jacket off.

Do what?

Come on, do it yourself. All right.

You've got a pin cushion.

When did you have your last shot?

You shan't say.

Not long enough ago.

Did you supply her?

I don't have to answer.

No, but you will.

You can't.

Take a look through the place.

Stay here till the van comes around.

And take this lad down to the office and hand him over to Torrance.

Put a call through to Denise, get some details of her husband and so on.

After that, we can get some sleep.

And you, Pedro?

Home, to dinner.

After that, be crats.

Who's this Torrance?

Torrance? Oh, Torrance is horrible.

He's twice the size of me. Muscle man.

Nasty temper.

I won't like him.

He won't like you?

What will he do?

Oh, ask you questions?

I sure know the answers. Nobody ever tells me anything.

Not even Oscar?

Champagne, monsieur.

Would you rather have a cognac?

Yes.

But we'll put the champagne on the table.

for the look of the thing.

It's compulsory for other guests.

And the cognac.

Are there any other guests?

Oh, it's early still, but they will come.

Oh, what about the countess, sir?

Oh, it's all over my mouth.

She was strangled, wasn't she?

Strangled.

Who do you want to see?

One of the girls?

Betty?

Chief Inspector, make a criminal justice, dear.

Now answer his questions like a good girl.

Hello, Inspector.

You like something?

Not yet.

Francois will bring the glass for the local thing.

I'll let you sit here all night. Yes.

What do you think of her?

Funny girl.

Drunk a lot.

Many lovers.

Oh, I wouldn't say that. Fred, of course, has compulsory from time to

the champagne.

Maybe one or two others. You know how it is up here.

No one's steady, huh?

Only Albert.

She would have gone away with him.

Did she say that?

No way.

Love, blood, we were changing.

Said what a fool she was, and how she'd like to change everything.

Said, you ain't this place.

She said, if that was all.

Wouldn't say any more, though.

Traumatist? Used to be an acrobat.

Try me.

We're well matched, you and I.

Hello. Is that Madame Boucher?

This is a police inquiry from Paris.

I want to know if you ever found posts for any staff at the Villa Oasis between

Nice and Antibes.

The Count and Countess von Farnheim.

Oh, yes, a long time ago. Do you remember?

Yes, I'll hold on. Thank you.

I found out a lot about the Count and Countess, patron.

Five years after they were married, the Count was found dead at the foot of the

cliff outside the villa.

Here for three from the Brasserie Dauphine.

Oh, not for me, thank you. No, for me.

Verdict. Patron? On the Count. Suicide, accident, murder.

Oh, accident.

Hello. Yes, pardon.

Yes.

Ah, Luca, I hope you feel better than I do.

Yes, go ahead.

Pea cuts.

Yeah, very late. Bad champagne.

Got Philippe in there? Yes, I took over from Torrance. Did he talk to you? Not

yet. How is he? Nasty.

Let the police know that we're holding Philippe Fortmart for an interrogation

connection with the murder of the Countess.

So far, he's said nothing.

I want it in the early evening editions and tell narcotics about Dr. Bloch.

Well, thank you very much, ma 'am. We're most grateful.

Patron, I've got a list of the servants at the villa at the time of the Count's

death. Do you think of asking for that?

Yes.

Good. Anything interesting?

Yes, patron.

Amongst them is Oscar Bonvoisin, 45, valet de chambre and chauffeur.

Oscar. Good.

Well, this is 15 years ago. Does she know where any of mine are? One of them,

Rosalie Moncur, the cook. She found her job the other day with a South American

family called Gomez.

The only trouble is they moved to Paris.

That's no trouble. It's good.

But we don't have their address.

Well, be a detective. Find out.

Now? Just a minute.

Ah. Ah.

John, we ain't got a lead on the girl's identity.

Mm -hmm. Do you have any questions? Any scores?

32. But this was the only woman who knew Arlette had a birthmark on her foot.

Mother? Aunt.

She says Arlette is really Anne -Marie Trochain from Lyssa.

Good family. Her great -grandfather was a general, Trochain.

Oh, the Lion of the Congo.

Ah, yes, of course.

Well, it seems Arlette was the alley cat of Lyssa. She was thrown out of a

convent school, picked up by all sorts of men. Was going to have a baby when

left three years ago.

Fifteen.

Did it live?

Not known.

Nor the father, I suppose.

No, but probably not local. Arlette went to the Auvergne with her mother, who

was taking a cure at Bourboule.

Bourboule, hmm?

Ah, that's near Clermont -Ferrand, isn't it?

Thermal passes, I mean.

Ah, Bourboule, here.

Four months after she got back from there, she disappeared.

That's why I've had some luck. The Bureau de Logemore knew the Gomez

So they should.

No, but straight away, it's like that. It's 132 Avenue de Yena.

Good.

Rosalie Monco, huh?

You know what sort of a cook she is.

Beat up those six egg yolks now.

Say otherwise.

I'll use them later.

Now, Monsieur, yes?

Not forgetting I have lunch for 20 in an hour. What are they having?

Woodcock stuffed with oysters and my own sauce.

Is that what you came to ask me? No, no. It's about the Countess von Farnham.

Ah, yes, I see.

Not surprised.

Did you work for her after her husband died?

Not for long.

People I work for have to be in time for their meals and sober enough to know

what they're eating.

Do you remember Oscar Bonvoisin?

Him? Yes.

Will you describe him for me, please?

Big, dark, broad -shouldered, very muscular. Some people admire that type,

don't, and I told him so.

Oh, did he make advances to you?

To all of us.

Hated me because I wouldn't. But the others did.

They did.

And the Countess.

Is he the murderer?

Perhaps. Funny thing, I thought I saw him the other day.

Where? Up in Montmartre, rue Clignancourt.

He was staring at me. While I was trying to remember who he was, he suddenly

turned and walked away. But I could be wrong.

Have you seen any of the other servants since you left?

Antoinette died soon after I left.

Tried to stop a baby, his.

Was it Maria not long ago?

She's on the streets.

As Oscar's doing, too, I dare say.

He was a terror with the girls. The very night they arrived, he'd be up to their

room, bang, open the door, and there you were, one after the other. And he

couldn't even be bothered to say thank you.

Was he married?

Well, not him.

Oh.

He had a mother in his hometown.

He used to send her money.

Oh.

Well, it was in the Auvers, near Clermont -Ferrand.

Pour boule?

Well, you seem to know it all, don't you?

Merci, madame.

Merci.

Irma, hurry up with those eggs. If you make me boil this, there'll be another

murder done.

Thanks, monsieur.

Ah, la pointe.

Oscar Bonvoisin is the man we want.

Job he has been through with the list of hotels. I'll let went to with various

men. Oh Description of the man all kind mostly a man who hasn't to offer It's in

the early papers as you wanted.

Oh philips. Yeah, there'll be questions for hours now. So far. He's told us

nothing We're not gonna read this you realize the danger is in there's also an

editorial asking how many more murders will be before we do anything Well,

it depends on you me Patron largely Go away

Dress yourself up as an hour of work labour and report back here.

I'm to follow someone? Yes. Go on, hurry.

Don't overdo it, though.

No beard.

Bring him in.

All right, Tom.

Let's have him.

Come on, Anthony. Come on.

Look, I... I want to be a doctor. I demand to be a doctor.

I want to go to a hospital for treatment.

My father is a very important man.

It would be in all the papers if you don't treat me well. Where does Oscar

Bonvoisin live?

I want to go to a hospital for treatment.

You can't refuse it. I have a right to it.

I want to go to a hospital now.

All right.

What? Here's the door.

Do you mean I'm to go?

Look, it's not right to turn me out like this. That's what you've been asking

for.

Don't understand.

I want treatment.

You want another shot.

All right, go and get it.

Go and do what you like, but get out of here. Right, there's no need to push me.

Knock that door, that one.

Send Torrance down with him. Tell him to hold him at the door with some

formality, all right? Good.

I want you to stick to Philippe. You let him go? Yes.

He's down at the door. They'll hold him till we say.

Now, don't lose him and telephone me when you can.

Yeah? No, pick rats.

Have you got a gun? No. Is he dangerous?

Philippe isn't, but his friends may be.

Ah, here.

Take this.

You go, I'll pack you up. Off you go.

You've reported me out of the station?

No. Now on, we won't be leaving Montmartre.

Smile, smile.

Not so fast.

Ah, stop, stop there. That's enough. Now, up onto this stage.

Smile.

Think of the money.

All right, look at her.

Now, down to the wave.

Good. Now, turn around.

Watch me.

All right, dear.

Get off and get dressed.

How do you think she's going to do?

She'll have to.

What do you think?

She's not as good as Arlette.

Of the same class.

Better figure.

She might just as well be drinking a cup of coffee.

I don't know.

I think I'll have a word with her.

Just look at that. I tell you, it's all the same with these girls.

They don't take care of anything they haven't paid for themselves.

How many have you known, Fred?

Fred? Oh, years.

30, 40, 50?

Good. Oh, heavens, no. He'd have been a child then.

Yeah. Not that he isn't still a child, of course. Men always are, really.

Don't you think?

You very good of you. Oh who was glad to entertain the police never in any

trouble here

We're

right

behind up wet Philippe went into a house in Rue des Marteaux, but he didn't stay

long He's obviously looking for someone.

He's moving along the street now towards you.

Right. Thank you, Luca.

Is this your headquarters?

Yes, at the moment.

I'm honoured.

I see they've let that young fellow go.

Yes, did you know him?

Yes, I know most people in the quarter.

Did you know that he drugs?

Yes.

Anything to do with the case?

Perhaps. Why do they do it, huh?

So many good things in the world.

You should feel sorry for those people.

I'm sorry for the people they were.

Well, there was never any of that going on here, and I don't see how Arlette

became involved.

She didn't.

Arlette became involved with one of those men who catch a girl when she's

Seemed to hold her under a kind of spell. She wanted to escape, but she

couldn't.

He did what he wished. She did what he wished.

With Oscar?

Oscar, bon voisin, fond beau boule.

She was 16 when he met her, four years ago.

A savage man with women.

Some like it.

Some?

I'm hungry.

Come on, don't let it get cold.

Inspector's been telling us all about this Oscar... That was the name?

Of course, he had other interests besides our lips.

Now, this can't get you, may I?

Yes, once he'd been a chauffeur down in Nice.

She hated her husband because he loved her and was old.

Fell over the cliff to his death.

Accident?

Perhaps.

But what if this chauffeur knew that it was not an accident?

That knowledge would be worth money to him.

More than money to this chauffeur.

Power over a woman.

I think he hates women. He wants to degrade their bodies and their minds.

Perhaps even trafficking drugs to that end.

Yes, but if he had this countess just like that, I don't know why he wanted to

kill her. The countess was out of his control.

Beyond caring, a danger to him.

Thought he might as well have the rest of her jewellery before she spent it.

he said so.

Ah, do I let?

She pretended that she'd overheard him telling someone else.

She said she heard it here.

Was that a lie too?

We're at the bottom of Rue Nordin.

I can see the Bicrat sign.

He can't make up his mind.

He's thrown away his cigarette.

He's moving up the hill now towards Bicrat.

What is this? I don't understand. Why should this Oscar feel that way about

women? I don't know. Perhaps his mother could tell us.

His mother?

Yeah, he had one.

So have we all.

Do you think this fellow you've been questioning will lead you to him? I'm

he will.

Customer? No, much too early.

Where is he? On the right part, up towards Boulevard Rochechouart.

Gone past?

And La Pointe? Right behind him. Where's he going?

Home. He lives at 26.

He looks for Oscar.

He doesn't find him. He goes home.

Perhaps Oscar will come to him.

As he did to the Countess.

Will you wait for him as he did for Arlette?

Luca! We've got to get there first.

My apologies, madam, for everything.

Here, you better finish this.

You've got to keep your strength up, you know.

Well, top floor.

Maybe, Oscar.

Do you hear anything? No.

Sound. W. The sound.

Was it him?

Yes, that was our man.

Thank you, LaPonte.

Forgive my colleague's clothes.

He's been working.

It is done.

In that case, a bottle.

Number four.

I still prefer a cognac.

Ah, monsieur.

Not the ordinary stuff.

It is a special cuvée.

Advertisement, sir.

You know.

Ah, yes.

The look of it.

I just got it.

Now I'll bear.

You've lost your first love.

Kill your first man.

There'll be others.