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Gina, I'm so worried.

What about the car?

You know, you haven't driven very much. Do you think you can manage? I don't

know. But what else can we do?

We'll have to rest it.

Now, Mama, are we ready? I don't know, dear. I really don't know.

Let's go, Mama. For heaven's sake, let's go.

Gina, Gina, look, I know.

Come on, come on, we have to walk.

Oh, dear. Come on.

Hurry, mother, hurry.

Come on, the heavens is aching. Hurry.

Ah, there you are. Did you see what you wanted?

Yes. What do you make of it?

Very peculiar.

It's a pity it had to happen here.

You can see the other villas.

Wealth, taste, luxury.

Is that him?

Yes.

What was he, this William Brown?

Australian. He kept some good accursed.

I mean, what did he do for a living?

Nothing. He must have had private means.

Anything in the Secret Service business?

We've seen the local papers.

He worked for the Derdian Bureau during the war.

Well, do you think there's anything in it? We'll find out.

It did have to happen at the beginning of the season.

That was why we wanted it hushed up. Not hushed up. Cleared up. My instructions

are that the case requires tactful handling.

So I've come 600 miles to be tactful.

I wonder why.

You'll find things easy here.

Sunshine, flowers, beautiful women.

On the Riviera, we live and let live.

William Brown was murdered?

Yes. Curato, chartreuse.

He was stabbed right in the middle of the back and bled to death.

But perhaps you'd prefer scotch.

Scotch. How long did he last?

Dirty.

Well, the women swear that he drove home here and then walked to the door before

he died.

With a knife in his back?

Without a knife in his back.

Water, soda?

Need.

These two women, he lived with them for ten years.

They kept him in the house for three days dead.

In this weather.

Then they buried him in the garden and ran off.

You sent for them?

They're on their way.

They can't explain why they kept him lying stiff on the divan there for all

time.

The only explanation that I can see is that they were too refrained to notice a

corpse in the drawing room.

Oh, damnation, there they come.

Another Scotch.

Well, you're needed for this couple.

The daughter reeks of silk. It knocks you sideways.

All right, thank you. You can wait.

Will no one introduce her? Chief Inspector Maygray is from Paris.

Such manners.

Inspector, this is my daughter Gina, poor dear William's wife. You've come

the way from Paris to save us from these dreadful police. They actually arrested

us, as if we would ever have hurt poor dear William. Inspector Maygray will

understand. Poor William came back to die in my arms. Putting us in a very

awkward position.

Yes. Will you sit down, please? Yes.

I'll leave you to it.

Perhaps you care to wait outside in the balcony.

Gladly.

Well, now.

What sort of a man was he to live with?

William was an ideal husband.

Yes, we all sat together in the evenings.

William sat there?

Yes.

What did you do?

Well, I did my embroidery.

I'm very fond of reading.

What did William do?

Nothing.

He just liked being with us.

You mean to say you just sat here like this every evening for ten years?

Sometimes we listened to the radio.

William liked to spend all his time at home. The odd thing is, you're rather

like William, don't you think so? I noticed it myself as soon as I saw him.

Do you mind?

Not at all. Poor dear William sometimes used to smoke pipe.

Yes, well, let's talk about last Saturday, shall we?

What time did he come home?

He drove home about five and staggered up the path and... Gina.

As if he was drunk.

Then what happened?

I called out from the window that he could come in when he'd sobered up.

Splendid. You've convinced me of your innocence.

Oh, thank you. Oh, Inspector, I knew you'd save us.

Just a moment, madam. Give me a few more honest answers and perhaps you won't go

back to prison. Anything, Inspector.

Anything rather than that.

Did he often come home drunk?

Only when he went to get the money. On the first of every month.

Saturday was the fifth.

Well, the fact is, we haven't been quite frank with you, Inspector.

Our natural desire not to speak ill of the dead. He always stayed away when he

went to get the money.

For how long?

Two or three days, sometimes more. Otherwise, he never left us.

Where did he get this money from?

He wouldn't tell us.

He wasn't very conversational about money.

Did you ever try to find out?

Well, I followed him once or twice.

He put his car in a garage in Cannes and then vanished.

Until he came home here, sodden with drink. This would be barely enough money

last us a month.

When he fell through the door, dying, why didn't you get the police?

Well, it was a question of property.

William and I were not precisely married.

It was most unfortunate, but he already had a wife. In Australia, she could have

claimed the house and everything in it. And a lot of the furniture belonged to

me. We knew there was a will. Leaving everything to me. But we couldn't find

Well, if you wanted the house, why did you run away?

I admit we were foolish.

We just panicked.

You see, we'd taken it for granted that William had been stabbed in some drunken

brawl. And then we had a terrible thought.

Supposing he was still mixed up with spies. They might think he was still

and we were guarding him.

Two defenseless women.

So you buried him in the garden.

Well, what else could we do?

Did you look in his pockets?

Yes, we found very little.

The money, about 500 francs. What else?

Only rubbish.

Will you get them for me, please?

Will you help her, madame?

Everything we took away was our own property, inspector.

I understand perfectly.

You know, he wasn't my idea of a complete gentleman.

Sometimes he wore his pyjamas for days.

He even drove me to the village in them.

Oh, you're most embarrassing.

I think he only did it to annoy us.

Was he?

Finish? No.

He sounds quite a character, this William Brown. That woman's scent.

What the devil could he put up with those two for ten years?

Ten years of endless evenings.

Mother with her needlework, daughter with her pulp magazines, nothing but the

radio to relieve the monotony.

The tame lapdog.

Well, apparently he looked a little like me.

Sure, it seems he had his day now and then.

This is all we've got.

Thank you. Will you put them down?

Did William ever take you to a cafe with slot machines?

Oh, we would never enter any such place.

Thank you, ladies. Will you wait in the other room?

Are you letting them go?

Yeah. What have you got there?

They found them in his pocket.

But slot machines were made illegal months ago. You won't find one on the

Rivera.

Well, I can but try.

Tell the ladies they can stay here.

I'll be in touch.

I'm Yaya.

Fat Yaya, you'll call me.

Where are you from?

Paris. Criminal justice.

It's about William.

Come on in.

I knew one of you lot would get here in the end. I told you, Jan, they're taking

William seriously.

This is Jan. He's a good boy.

You don't mind if we go on eating?

Eat up, Jan.

Doesn't understand a word he's squeezing.

Oh, and this is Sylvie, William's goddaughter, but not in a religious way.

I'll make some more salad.

He eats a lot, this Jan.

Do you live here?

Sometimes she does and sometimes she doesn't. What does she do?

Well, now, Inspector, she's a good girl.

Have you had your dinner?

Yes. If you haven't, just speak up.

We don't stand on ceremony here.

At least you'll have a glass of wine.

Fetch a glass for the inspector, Sylvie.

William took to her.

She used to tell him all her troubles.

It's been a great blow.

Was there ever anything between William and her?

Never. It's not true.

What's it got to do with you anyhow? Now, now, Sylvie, the inspector meant no

harm. Sit down and get on with your dinner.

Where? I go.

Come back later, Jan. We'll have a good dinner.

He's very quiet.

He's from a yacht.

He brought us the meat.

Well, here's good health. This is some of William's whiskey. Would you like a

drop? I'm going to get dressed.

That's a good girl.

She's too thin.

William used to worry about her.

Did she first come here with William?

Oh, no. She's only been here two years.

She came down from Paris for the season.

She was sitting in the corner crying. Poor kid. She didn't have enough money

a bed. So I took her in.

Does she bring her customers here? Oh, no, never. There are plenty of hotels in

San.

Mm -hmm.

She just stayed on because she's a friend, that's all.

How long have you known William?

Since his rich days.

And the way he used to throw his money around.

How'd he lose his money?

I never asked. I'm not the worrying sort.

Was he here last week?

For two or three days.

Mm -hmm.

Well, now, does he spend much money here?

Money? Oh, he'd do a little shopping, maybe buy a few drinks or settle the gas

bill. Did he seem sad?

Sad? You couldn't say that.

We like to take it easy here. We like a little talk, a little drink, and maybe a

little cry.

Tell me about Saturday.

He left about two o 'clock, just after lunch.

Two?

He didn't arrive at his own house until five.

You know, you look just like William sitting there.

What did you do when he went?

Oh, it was a hot day.

Sleepy. I just sat here. My eyes kept closing.

I must have slept for hours.

Poor William.

Did he say where he was going?

Never asked. We don't ask questions here.

Are you off now, dear?

When did you leave on Saturday?

She left ten minutes before William.

Where'd you go?

What a question.

Diamond Harbor?

There, anywhere.

And now, if you don't mind.

Hello, yeah, yeah. Oh, this is Giovanni.

He's a waiter at the casino.

Hello.

Giovanni, don't you think the inspector looks like William?

You knew William Brown?

Well, a little bit.

Oh, now, Giovanni, we've all had drinks together.

Not that Giovanni ever gets drunk.

I just dropped in to pass on the tip.

So you're back horses?

Now and then.

I'll come back later.

He'll lose.

He always does.

It's very hard on Sylvie, poor kid.

But he's a good boy.

And a girl has to have a friend. We all need friends.

William and I have seen a lot together.

I'm going to miss you.

Poor William.

Will you have another drink?

Sorry, Yaya. I've got to go.

Well, drop in again any time.

That's enough, Yaya. Why do you know about it?

William and I were the same kind.

Anything known?

She's never caused any trouble. She uses the half -hour hotels.

Can you get me a lift, Aldo?

Certainly, sir.

What do you know about Liberty Bar?

Oh, funny place, that.

Kept us guessing for quite a while.

At one time we thought Yaya might be trading in drugs, but there was nothing

like that. Quite harmless, sir.

Oh, yes.

Old Mother Yaya has an irresistible attraction for a certain type.

Older men who've seen it all.

Yes, that's about it.

And now they just want to sit and drink and reminisce.

What do you know about Sylvie's boyfriend, Giovanni?

Oh, we know all about him.

We keep an eye on him because he's always at the races.

But we've got nothing on him. No records.

Ah, my dear Meg, there you are.

I thought you got lost in our beautiful time.

I've got news for you. But first, do you want to see the corpse?

No. Here, sir.

Get down to the Antibes police mortuary. Tell them they can screw down the

coffin. Very good, sir.

His son has turned up.

William Brown has a son. Three sons and a wife in Australia.

They grow wool. They have a sheep station about the size of a farm.

We're all probably wearing some of Brown's sheep.

Well, what about this son who's turned up? He's Harry Brown.

He's the one at this end. He's from Antibes, from Hamburg, from Liverpool.

He collects wool from ships.

What does he say about his father?

He rings every hour to say how quick and how much.

He wants a fast funeral.

It has to be at the mortuary at seven o 'clock. Seven o 'clock tomorrow morning.

That's so that nobody can come.

It's going to be unlucky.

Are you going to tell the Martine women?

You can tell the Martine.

I want to see them there.

William had friends in Cannes.

He was one of the family.

They must all come and pay their last respects.

But the Martine women were obviously not in his class.

No, they're much too refined for William.

Where's Harry Brown now?

He's taking us to his room, Mr. John Le Fan.

At a hotel?

The Provence House.

Ah.

Can you get this across to the Liberty Bar right away?

It's for Fat Guy R.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Well, how do I get to John Le Fan? By car, of course.

Oh, by the way, there was a character called Yarn when I got to Liberty Bar.

Find out what he was doing on Saturday afternoon. Right.

Oh, excuse me, sir. Do you want the list? It's nearly finished. Oh, I'll

up tomorrow.

If I have time. If I still need it.

We'll see the inspector now, Mr. Brown. All right. All right, Harry. Very good,

sir.

Hold the line a moment, please.

Brown will see the inspector right away.

Hello? Yes.

Yes, put them through.

Excuse me, sir.

Talk of him coming on the line again.

Yes, that's block 30. We still have no information. Tell them I'll call within

24 hours. Very good, sir.

Dockstrak Genoa continues to Thursday.

Pending shipments will need re -routing.

Investigate availability shipping directed late.

Who do you come in, sir?

Excuse me, sir.

He's in.

He is in, sir.

Oh, yes.

All right, I can give him five minutes. Very good, sir. Urgent. Mr. Brown's

waiting for five minutes.

Forecast there to stand at block 30.

Last to Sweden needs immediate confirmation.

Mr. Brown?

Yes. Go down, will you? Excuse me.

Negotiation, Stockham. Stand still until this information is to hand.

Get the lot of work, will you, Mr. Brown? Yes.

Excuse me if I seem busy.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

Well, this is an annoying affair.

Oh, positively.

It's always annoying to find a knife between your shoulder blades.

Pat that out in the next room, Harris, will you?

No calls through here for the moment. Very good, sir.

I'd better tell you the facts.

Because if you don't understand the situation, you may put your foot in it.

Must be avoided at all costs.

Yes.

May I have your drink?

Thank you.

My father's called to a lot of trouble.

Now that he's dead, we don't want it all stirred up again.

But if you think we kicked him out and left him to rot over here because of

family quarrel, you're wrong.

Water, please.

What? Oh.

It wasn't like that at all.

How was it?

He left us.

Came to Paris years ago on a business trip.

Up to then he'd been a perfectly normal, hard -working wool merchant.

France ruined him.

Really? He never came back.

Left my mother alone at one of the largest cheap stations in Australia.

Well, the business seems to have survived.

Only because she and my uncle managed to take affairs out of his hands.

There's anything we can do to stop him spending.

The amount of money he'd simply thrown away was fantastic.

I believe he bought a yacht.

Yes. Must have flooded it on champagne.

Gambled away thousands at the casinos.

Then there were girls from nightclubs.

Seemed to have lost all... all sense of dignity.

I needn't go into details.

So you cut off his source of supply and made him an allowance?

Yes. How much?

It was paid into a bank in Cannes.

£100 a month.

Only 1 ,500 new francs. If we'd given him any more, he'd have gone on throwing

it away.

Suppose he got fed up and decided to go back to Australia.

From time to time he'd write and threaten to come back.

Just to annoy us.

That's the sort of man he was. Yeah.

He never meant it. He was completely soaked in the French way of life.

At the lowest level, of course.

He'd gone native.

Exactly. And the worst of it is, I'm pretty sure that he enjoyed it.

Extraordinary.

Well, Inspector, I did say five minutes.

I'm sure you'll appreciate that I have a great deal to do.

One more question, Mr. Brown.

Where were you on Saturday between two and five o 'clock?

Saturday? I was in Marseille.

You didn't see your father on that day? I haven't seen him for years.

Thank you, Mr. Brown.

We shall meet again.

At the funeral.

Time for a funeral? Yes, but look what we've got.

Morning, everyone.

You haven't seen these people before? No, who are they?

Mourner. But we don't want them at our funeral.

Is it time for Sylvie to get some flowers from the market?

Yes, she's got time.

Why didn't we think of flowers? We have some lovely flowers in the garden.

These women he lived with.

Poor William.

I have

to

make a start somewhere.

I'll take William's photograph along as well.

But she's not his type.

She's too undernourished.

Just the same. He's looking into her.

This is Brian.

Good morning.

Like what, sir? Everything ready?

Yes, yes. Have you met the lady?

Madame Martine.

And Zosina.

So you're William's son.

And this is Fat Yaya.

Oh, I knew your father well.

Oh, good. You got the flower.

Another of your father's friends.

What's this?

One of them kids.

Double or single? Police.

Who had that man staying here?

Might have, might not.

Don't look at their faces.

See the register.

Hotel Incognito, that's what we are.

How about this girl?

Oh, dear, yes.

She's upstairs.

Room 7, Monsieur and Madame Laroche.

Albert!

Yeah? Number 7, have they ordered drinks?

No, nothing at all.

Well, there won't be long then.

If you'd like a drink while you're waiting, there's a little cafe down...

police officer.

Well, even police are human.

I thought he was that chap who was here the other day.

You remember?

The crazy fellow who brought in all the flowers.

Just a minute.

Is this the man who looked like me? The man with the flowers?

I couldn't say.

What does that mean?

I'm not sure.

Was the man with the flowers here with Sylvie? I couldn't say. You'd better ask

her. Well, when was he here? Come on, was it Saturday?

I don't remember.

What about you?

Do you remember?

Where's the nearest flower shop?

One on the corner.

Mansell?

Give it to me. What's wrong?

I've got to go.

I think you'd better sit down.

Who's your boyfriend?

Giovanni?

I saw him hanging around just before the funeral, but I missed him afterwards.

Did he come here to meet you?

Call police headquarters, Inspector Boutique.

Do you want to use handcuffs?

Hello. Police?

Police.

I had to pay for the call. I ought to give a couch save as anyone else.

Police headquarters?

Hotel Beauséjour, yes?

Yes, I am calling you.

Inspector Boutique.

Just a minute.

Boutique, make way.

Brown is leaving today. He must be stopped.

I don't care. Tell him anything you like, but he's not to leave.

75 -something.

Open your bag, shall we?

No.

A lot of money.

An awful lot of money.

It wasn't a nice funeral, Jan. Not?

I tried to cry, but the tears would not come.

I'm not billed for funerals anymore.

Oh, you savvy, Jan?

Feet. Ankles. Pour me another drink. There's a good boy.

You again? Clear out.

I said clear out. Sorry, Anne. Come back later.

Sit down.

20 ,000 francs. Oh, no, my poor Dilby. She got it from Harry Brown.

Well, what have you got to say?

Nothing. I'm waiting. You can wait all day, you dirty brute. What have you got

to say? Oh, now, why don't we all have a drink and make friends again?

What do you know about this?

Oh, just nice crisp notes.

She wouldn't earn that in a year. Today she got it in 20 minutes. Explain it.

Maybe he took a fancy to her at the funeral.

So you're not going yet?

No.

How long will you be staying?

Until one or other of you talks.

Or maybe until someone else comes in for the share out.

You'll feel better when you've had a drink.

I'll have a clean glass.

Hello, yes.

Don't tell him anything, Giovanni.

I've nothing to tell. I'm sorry, sir. You could thank her for the money.

Money? Yes, she got it for him.

What's the matter? Sit down.

Where have you come from?

I've been to get my identity card renewed.

You're an Italian, huh?

Pone Milano.

When did you first meet Harry Brown?

Who is he?

William, son. Be quiet.

Now listen, Ambrosini.

I suppose you'll admit to being Sylvie's lover.

Depends what you mean. Come on, come on.

You're what's politely known as her protector.

What hold have you got on Harry Brown?

I suppose she did it for the money. She's pretty enough, huh? Now, why don't

all have a little drink... Try again.

...off this argument?

I give

you exactly 30 seconds to tell me how you got the money.

I want some beer.

There's no beer in this bar.

Anything you've got to say to me, say it direct to me.

Well?

Fine.

I'm arresting you and you. Not Yaya. She knows nothing. I swear she does. You're

not taking Sylvie.

Not my little Sylvie. Goodbye, Yaya.

But Mr. Brown's been trying to contact Inspector Boutique for some hours now.

Surely you have some idea when he'll be back.

Give her the right to type those out. Give her the general layout and then get

back to us. Mrs. Brown.

Now, look here.

I have extremely urgent business in Berlin. It's essential that I catch the

evening plane. These papers about my father's house, can't they be sent on to

me?

Why on earth should I wait here until they are prepared? Come in.

This is nonsense.

Will you kindly tell Inspector Boutique, is it, that I shall be leaving tonight?

What do you want?

Stopped at the airport?

Now, madam, on what grounds?

This is preposterous.

Will you tell Inspector Boutique to call me the moment he returns?

Now, madame.

What can I do for you?

I have come, but I don't know... You've come to tell me about my father. No, no,

not William. I have a message. A message from Giovanni.

He's a good boy.

Giovanni? Still his boyfriend.

Oh, he spends a little money on the races, but if the money doesn't go one

it goes the other. I have a message.

Giovanni says, but then he only had a moment.

He said if I told you, you'd get him out.

Out? Of where?

They put him in prison.

Really?

He said if I told you, you'd help him. You know why.

I'm afraid there's nothing I can do.

But he put Sylvia in prison, too. He allowed me to send you home by taxi. He

said he didn't want to tell the police about you -know -what.

Come here to blackmail me.

What? Didn't you get enough money out of my father?

You!

You!

Why

did she

come?

To get her friends out of prison.

She took a girl to the most usual.

I suppose we call that an indiscretion.

You gave her 20 ,000 francs.

Now you refuse to help her.

Yes. Why?

This is what I bought for 20 ,000 francs.

My father's will.

Oh.

You had it.

Soon after the funeral, a man came to see me. I gather his name is Giovanni.

He showed me a copy and said I could buy the original if I went to a certain

hotel in Cannes. How did Giovanni get it?

He stole it when my father was drunk.

When your father was murdered, you wore it back again. It was my duty to do so.

I thought your father had nothing to leave.

The will only had nuisance value.

Morally, the property belongs to my mother.

In fact, truly, it belongs to my mother.

And legally?

Legally, there's a faint shadow of a doubt.

He was still fighting for what he claimed were his rights.

He knew he couldn't win, so he took advantage of the situation to annoy us.

He hired shady lawyers to keep the dispute open. Set the bills to us, of

His death must have been a relief to you.

Yes.

If it had the decency to die without making a will.

We've stood a lot. And now, do you see who has left his nonexistent fortune,

too?

Martín,

Gina, Yaya, Sylvie. These appalling women.

All four of them turning up in Australia.

Sylvie, Yaya, Gina. We've had absurd claims on our property. We should be

laughed out of the country.

Your father meant it as a joke. Exactly.

An unpleasant, embarrassing joke. It's a typical option.

Tell me, is it legal in Australia to destroy a will?

It's not my habit in any country to break the law.

I haven't destroyed the will, it's in your hands. You may do as you think fit,

but I assure you that in the end... The Brown family will win. Yes.

Are you prepared to swear on oath that you've never seen this will until after

your father's death?

Yes.

I've never met any of these dreadful people before.

I hope I never do again.

Right.

Oh,

God.

Is your father fond of flowers?

Sorry. Stupid question.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Right. I'm just going.

Cancel my flight.

I thought we were finished here.

Now, I'm not so sure.

But are you sure that William Brown bought the flowers at that shop? Pretty

sure, but anyway, I want those women there.

Right. Here, get down to the bar.

Take Yaya to Inspector Magritte at the flower shop on the corner.

I'll collect the Martine women and see you there.

Very good.

Thank you, madame. Thank you very much.

Oh, good evening, monsieur. You want some flowers?

Some help, madame.

Has this man ever bought flowers here?

I remember.

He was so nice.

When did he buy them?

I think it was last Saturday.

Last Saturday afternoon.

He bought a lot of flowers. And one like this.

For his buttonhole.

It looked so strange.

Some clothes do not suit a buttonhole.

And some do.

Thank you. You like it? You shall have it.

Was anyone with him?

No.

Did you see anyone waiting for him? No. I imagine she was waiting in the hotel.

The person's yours?

Yes. You see, it was so nice. I went to the door to watch him go. You can see

the hotel from here.

He crossed the road and I saw him go in.

Was anyone else watching him?

Oh, yes. There were quite a few people about. Women?

Yes.

Now, can you describe any of them?

Well, I do not seem to notice women so much. What about this girl?

No. I do not remember seeing her in the street at the time we're talking about.

Now, I've asked for some other women to be brought here.

I'd like you to tell me if you can recognize any of them. Well, it is very

but I will keep open for you.

You're very patient, madame.

Here.

When I did this for him...

He looked as if he wanted to kiss me.

That is happiness.

You know you look a little like him.

Ah,

do you know this man?

Giovanni Ambrosini?

He's not the type I remember if I notice him about.

I'm sorry.

There he is. Take a good look.

Good evening, ladies.

Oh, Spectre, what a charming one. Spectre Magret.

Forgive me for bringing you all this way to ask you one question.

When William came home on Saturday, was he wearing a buttonhole?

William never wore a buttonhole in his life. He wasn't the type.

Thank you.

Do you care to choose ourselves some flowers?

Inspector, you're too kind.

It is very difficult. I do not know.

Take a closer look.

Did you get anything out of Giovanni? Not yet.

She doesn't know, yeah.

You'd better get back to headquarters and work on him. And Sylvie?

You're still with me.

You get rid of Martine, and I'll join you at headquarters.

Where's Yaya? She's not there.

Drinking away across the can.

Come on.

Inspector, I do hope we haven't been too extravagant.

How much, madam?

I will soon tell you.

Nothing to add?

No.

Have this typed up, get him to sign it and take him away.

Come on.

Ah.

Any luck?

Yes. He admits meeting Harry Brown and stealing the will when William was

Hmm. I only know about it.

They were at Yaya celebrating William's birthday a month ago.

William started talking about the will and he pulled it out and waved it

Hmm.

When did Giovanni steal it? Last Friday.

He says he wanted a copy just for information, then to just slip it back.

William was killed the next day, very conveniently.

Did Yaya know he'd stolen it? No, neither did Sylvia, according to him.

Can't make Sylvia out. Did you get anything out of it?

Well, does she admit meeting William at the hotel, all that flower business?

She admits nothing. She just sits there like a stone.

You know, my guess is that Harry Brown, hearing of the will, suggested killing

William. He obviously hated his father.

And then Sylvie acted as a decoy to get him to the spot.

And then Giovanni did the deed, and Harry was told to take the money to the

hotel. I can't see Harry Brown facing blackmail for the rest of his life. Then

Sylvie and Giovanni must have had stuff between them.

Killed William, got hold of the will, and then approached Harry Brown.

Well, it looks like it, but William was one of the family.

Suppose Giovanni was jealous.

So he went off with William.

Giovanni follows.

He kills him in a fit of jealous rage and then threatens to involve Sylvie

unless she keeps her mouth shut.

I don't think Giovanni was passionately in love with Sylvie. She was more in

love with him.

What's the answer?

Yaya is the only one who can make Sylvie talk.

Shall we fit the ogres?

No.

I'll go over there and see if she's got back.

Tell them to release Sylvie and bring her back home.

Give me time to get there first. Right.

Yaya, feet bad, walking bad.

Yes, Yaya's walked a lot today. What about last Saturday? Where were you last

Saturday between two and five?

Here.

Alone. Everybody go.

Alone?

Yaya wasn't here on Saturday?

I don't know what I'm doing. I must have a glass. Two glasses.

You'd better lie down for a minute.

Is it where William slept?

On the divan.

There was nowhere else.

And Sylvie? If she was here, she came in with me.

Yeah, yeah.

Are you sure that William wasn't in love with Sylvie?

Oh, he was fond of Sylvie.

He was fond of me. I don't want to talk about it.

About what? I must have a drink. I really must. Not yet.

Oh, my poor Sylvie.

What is the name of that prison they've taken her to?

They say you can't talk.

You can't even cry.

But you're not going there, are you? It's Sylvie.

Sylvie? No, not Sylvie.

William and I kept the bottle.

I...

What

else did you keep in there?

Nothing.

There, Williams.

I kept them.

You loved William, didn't you?

We got on. We were the same kind.

Didn't you?

He loved me.

Where did you get this?

Get a doctor, right away.

Where did you get that?

I thought it was... Oh, yeah, yeah.

No! No!

It's all your fault.

You stole him from me. Oh, tell me how good... It's not true. It's not what you

think.

I never suspected anything.

Make it up to my face and then behind my back. It only happened once because he

kept on asking me. I saw the look you gave me.

So you followed him?

I didn't want them. I didn't want him.

Giovanni was good enough for her, but she had to have William, too.

Not true. I must make her understand.

When I did give in, I didn't want Giovanni to know. I was afraid he'd take

advantage of it.

I bought a knife.

I knew he was going home. Where did you wait for him?

Outside the town.

He opened the car door.

And I said, there's flowers for you.

And he said, sorry, Yaya.

And he took the knife out, handed it to me, and said, throw it away.

Then he got me the only flower he had left from his buttonhole.

Got in the car, drove away.

She'll have to go to hospital.

Oh, no, she won't. I'll live to die in prison.

Get her some water.

Poor old thing.

Is she?

Did she forgive me?

With her last breath.

She didn't.

Didn't.

Jaya?

Are you lunching here or on the train?

On the train.

Harry Brown's offering to buy the ladies out of the lawsuit.

50 ,000 francs. Fair, even handsome.

To each of the four.

He doesn't know yet, there's only three.

What shall we tell him?

You can tell him a fat old woman killed his father for love.

Won't worry him.

He thinks love and jealousy are exclusively French.