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Annette!

Bonjour, Janiello.

Venez avec moi?

Non, merci.

Fait trop chaud pour aller.

D'accord. Merci.

Là, là. C'est là.

Janiello!

Sale bête!

Sale bête, toi!

Hey, ferry!

I want to come across.

We were like this, he and I.

As close as I'm standing to you now.

He had this pick axe, understand?

He was going to brain me with it.

What did you do then, Monsieur Salon?

I went for help.

What else could a man do in a situation such as that?

What else indeed?

Oh, the ferry?

I'm sorry. There is some trouble with the motor.

How long will it take?

I don't know. It's difficult to say.

Give me a cognac, will you?

It is not good to drink cognac, monsieur, in the heat of the day.

Headache.

Monsieur already has a headache. Your health.

And yours, monsieur.

Another.

Monsieur is a tourist?

Monsieur is not a tourist.

But you are English.

No, American.

You have no car.

I have no nothing.

- How did you get to Saint-Gironde? - I walked.

How long is monsieur staying in Saint-Gir...

So, this is where you're hiding.

Lucky I found you.

Lucky for who?

If you've finished sulking, perhaps we can get on.

- Have a drink, Grace - I don't want a drink.

- Are you coming? - No.

I'll leave without you.

That's the basic idea, Grace, or hadn't that got through to you?

You can't stay here, miles from any damn place.

How are you going to get anywhere without me?

I'm a big boy now, Grace.

Then start behaving like one.

Oh, I'm trying to.

That's why I'm not coming any further. Not with you, anyway.

Besides, I like it here. I've always wanted to visit, um...

- Saint-Gironde. - Yeah, Saint-Gironde. Jewel of the Provence.

All right, if you want to be pig-headed, you can.

But I warn you, this time I'm really leaving.

I don't believe you.

I shan't be waiting in Nice when you come looking for me.

Bon voyage.

Give my regards to your father.

Ah, but I'm a very big boy now.

That's life.

Do you have rooms here, mademoiselle?

Yes, but you'll have to ask my stepmother.

Where is she?

She's out at present.

But she'll be back shortly.

I'll wait.

I'm going, Annette.

The young lady will be quite safe, Officer.

I'm a confirmed misogynist, as you must have gathered.

Well, in that case... Good day, monsieur. Annette.

Goodbye, Mr Salon.

Good morning, Madame Beynat.

Are you going to paint?

I'm going to try.

There is nothing much to paint around here.

Oh, on the contrary.

From what I've seen of it, it's very beautiful,

but in a stark sort of way.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Monsieur was enquiring about a room.

I told him he would have to see you.

Oh. I'm Madame Beynat.

I understand you were asking about the room.

Yes. Do you have one free?

Will your wife be coming back?

She's not my wife. She won't be coming back.

No, I'm quite alone.

Oh.

Well, yes, we have a room.

But it's not here, it's on the other side.

All right.

Annette, monsieur will be staying.

Will you excuse me?

- Is the jukebox really out of order? - Yes.

Like the ferry.

Monsieur would like another drink?

No, thank you.

Um...

I'm going to be needing somebody to show me around.

You know, the local beauty spots and things like that.

Are you really a good painter?

No. Will you?

I knew a painter once. He wasn't very good either.

You're avoiding the question, mademoiselle.

What was the question?

Well, I was asking your stepdaughter

if she'd be able to show me around Saint-Gironde.

Annette, er, Gilles has the ferry ready.

Would you go across and fix monsieur's room?

All right, Eve.

Did I say the wrong thing?

Oh, no.

No, it's just that the...

Annette never does anything without asking me first.

But of course she can show you around.

We'll both do it.

Would you like a drink?

Yeah, I'll have a beer.

Mmm.

Will you join me?

No, thank you. Not now.

If you give me a screwdriver, I'll fix this thing.

I'm an electronic wizard.

She was very angry, that one.

My compatriot told me she drove through the village

at a formidable speed.

That's my girl.

Ah, she's very beautiful for an Englishwoman.

I agree.

Monsieur did not mind her taking the automobile?

It was hers, Monsieur Salon.

Ah! She's rich, too.

Yes, she is very rich.

Beautiful and rich.

As you said, monsieur, that's life.

Let's dance.

It's a long time since we've seen Annette so happy, eh, Madame Beynat?

Annette!

Will you come and help me, darling?

Can I buy you a drink, Monsieur Salon?

Oh, no, thank you, monsieur, I'm on duty.

And when on duty I allow myself three drinks only.

It is better.

Ah, well, I must go now.

I think I'll get some air, too.

Good night, Monsieur Farrell. Good night.

No, don't. I brought a nightcap.

Oh, well, thank you.

He wanted to lock you up this morning.

He thought you were a little mad.

And now?

Well, you're an American, so everything is explained.

Is your room comfortable?

Oh, yes, thank you.

And, er... was your dinner all right?

My dinner was excellent.

Do you worry about all your guests this way?

You're the first one we've had since...

For four years.

Maybe that'll change now that I've fixed the jukebox.

Er, could I borrow Gilles for a couple of minutes?

Yes, of course.

- Oh, Annette! - Yes?

Will you please tell Gilles that monsieur would like to cross?

All right.

Good night, Annette.

Good night, monsieur.

Thank you very much for the dance.

Er, Monsieur Farrell...

Yes?

You wouldn't think that Annette was already 19, would you?

I hadn't given it any thought.

She's such a child, really.

Impressionable, you understand?

Yes, Mrs Beynat, I think I do.

- Good night. - Good night.

I hope you manage to sleep in this heat.

Hello.

I, um...

I couldn't sleep.

Why are you awake?

Well, it's hot.

It's always hot here at night.

Would you like a drink?

Yes, all right.

Cognac?

Yes, thank you.

Are you going to stay here long, Mr Farrell?

I don't know. Why?

I was just wondering.

Tell me...

What do you do around here? Don't you find it dull?

Oh, no.

My work keeps me busy.

And then there's riding, swimming.

Alone?

It does get lonely sometimes.

There must be something seriously wrong with the young men of Saint-Gironde.

What?

Excuse me, please.

I'll only be a moment.

That's 40 francs you owe me, Geoff.

I know.

- One more game? - Okay.

What about tomorrow?

I don't know, Geoff.

Look, I'm not asking you to elope with me.

I just want you to come on a picnic.

All right.

Annette.

What are you doing up?

I couldn't sleep.

Suppose you go back to bed and try again.

All right, Eve.

Thank you for keeping me company, Geoff.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

I'm sorry about this, Mr Farrell.

Don't be.

I couldn't sleep either.

I saw a prowler. I think Annette did, too.

She was nervous and she wanted somebody to sit up with her

till you came home.

- A prowler? - Just after you went out.

Oh.

Well, there are a lot of gypsies here on the Camargue.

They're harmless.

Mr Farrell...

You shouldn't let Annette take advantage of your good nature.

Shall we?

Okay.

Hello there.

- Hello. - Hello.

I brought your lunch.

Where's Annette?

She was busy. She asked me to apologise.

You shouldn't have bothered.

It was no bother.

Feels like there's enough in here for ten people.

Will you join me?

I should be getting back.

All right, then.

But not here.

I know a much better place.

Up there.

More wine?

No, thank you.

This is a beautiful place.

Mmm-hmm.

We used to come here a lot.

I'm not surprised.

Annette loved it.

Her father would...

Go on.

No. It's not important.

No, Annette's father...

Well, stop me if I'm being nosey, Mrs Beynat,

but there is a Mr Beynat?

Oh, yes.

There is a Mr Beynat.

And, er, he won't mind you renting me this room?

We're a registered pension, Mr Farrell.

Why should he mind?

Well, just you and Annette there.

He won't know.

Oh, he's not coming back soon?

You must have read about it even in the American papers.

They called it "The Acetylene Killing".

Acetylene...

It's Beynat, Georges Beynat.

He's my husband. Annette's father.

Wasn't it something to do with her?

Mmm-hmm.

That man he killed, Janiello.

He picked up Annette on her way home from school.

She was 15.

He assaulted her.

Georges got hold of him before the police did.

You see, people here believe

that a man should be able to settle his own differences

without interference from the law.

Georges was a hero in their eyes.

It was the Janiello family that had to leave.

Pretty bloody crime.

Mmm-hmm.

It was so terrible that they found Georges insane.

Was he insane?

Well, at the moment he must have been.

But it was an insanity of rage.

Now I think he's as sane as you and I.

Where is he now?

He's in an asylum just outside Avignon.

I go and see him every fortnight.

That can't be a very pleasant experience.

It's horrible.

He just sits and looks at me.

He never asks about anything.

Except about Annette.

He just sits there

and looks.

He hates me, I think,

for being outside while he's locked up.

Well, it's no good talking about it.

The situation exists

and there's nothing that can be done.

I must be going home now.

I really enjoyed our picnic.

I can't tell you how much.

Then we'll do it again.

I'd like it.

Very much.

Do you ride, Mr Farrell?

If I have to.

Because I'd like to show you the Camargue as it should be seen.

From horseback.

How are you getting on with your painting?

Oh, I'm still waiting for inspiration.

Well, like most things if you wait long enough,

it will happen eventually.

See you tonight.

- More coffee? - Yes, thank you.

That was one of the best meals I've ever eaten.

- You're an incredible cook, Annette. - Thank you. Eve taught me.

Where is Eve?

I don't know.

She often goes away like this without telling anyone.

May I ask you something, Geoff?

What?

When you first decided to stay here,

I mean, without having made any plans,

was there anyone who might wonder where you are?

Worry about you?

The only person who worries about me is me.

But you must have some relation, a family.

No. No family, no relations.

Well, what about that girl?

Grace?

Are you lovers?

You mean are we in love, or are we lovers?

I'm sorry. I'll tell you about Grace.

She has a very rich father.

Anything he wants, he buys.

And she was brought up that way.

She sees a thing she wants, she asks the price

and most times she gets it.

But not this time.

Me? Oh, it's not as dramatic as that.

She wanted to go to Nice, I didn't.

That seems a small thing to disagree on.

Well, I used it as an excuse, really.

In London, Grace blinded me with her reflected glory.

Oh, I thought I was in love with her.

Probably because everybody else was after her.

But a week of Grace exclusively is too much, I'm afraid.

And I wouldn't have minded going to Nice, as it happens.

But not with Grace.

Definitely not with Grace.

What are you going to do now?

Stay here for a while.

Oh, I really am a painter.

At least, that's how I make my living.

I'd like to paint you.

Why?

Because you're a very beautiful young lady.

- Where are you going? - I must clear away.

I'll help.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Oh.

Annette has cooked you dinner.

Yes.

She's a wonderful cook. Aren't you, dear?

She said you taught her.

Oh. She flatters me.

I promised to show you the Camargue from horseback.

What about tomorrow?

Yes, I'd like that.

Good.

Good night, Mr Farrell.

Good night.

Thank you, Annette, for the dinner.

You're a wonderful rider.

I've had a lot of practice.

There isn't much else to do over here.

I'll race you to the sea.

Come on!

Come on, it's wonderful.

Oh, you're a coward.

Why didn't you join me?

I would have, but my horse had other ideas.

You've come prepared.

But of course.

Is this where you come on those occasions when you disappear?

Yes.

It's wonderful, isn't it?

Miles and miles without another soul.

Meaning you, um, like to be alone?

Sometimes.

Don't you?

Not very often.

Bearing that in mind, am I invited again?

Of course.

If you make yourself useful.

Here.

Do you want a drink?

No, I don't think so. I'm going to bed.

Then I'll come up with you.

Darling, I love you. You know that, don't you?

Yes, I do.

And it makes me so happy.

I feel I've come alive again thanks to you.

Oh, if only...

If only what?

No, nothing. Nothing really.

Hey, come on, tell me.

It's tomorrow.

How I dread tomorrow.

What about tomorrow?

I have to visit Georges.

Oh, I see.

Oh, darling.

You don't know how awful it's been.

Oh, I can guess.

And now it's going to be so much worse.

Because of me?

Yes, but it's not your problem.

Well, I want your problems to be mine now.

Oh, it may sound selfish,

but I love you to say that.

Just someone to worry about me again.

To think about me.

I'd like to come with you tomorrow.

I would like that. Very much.

How was it, darling?

The same.

Do you want to talk about it?

No. Not now.

You want to go home?

No.

But let's get away from here.

Okay, come on then.

You drive.

Geoff, please, let's not talk about it any more.

Don't be silly, Eve.

If it's the only way, we've got to do it just that way.

If I had thought you were going to take it seriously,

I would never have told you what he said.

But you did tell me and I am taking it seriously.

But we're breaking the law, apart from everything else.

Well, the law's been broken before.

The only considerations are moral ones.

But they count.

Of course they do.

Isn't this whole thing one of morals?

You won't come away with me as long as your husband's locked up.

I, on the other hand, am not going to give you up.

And he won't give you up unless we help him escape from prison.

It is not a prison.

It's an asylum. And he isn't insane.

You told me yourself the doctors were considering

transferring him to a regular prison.

They wouldn't do that if he wasn't all right.

If we were contemplating turning loose a homicidal maniac,

I'd agree with you, but we're not.

We're helping a man to start a new life.

You make it sound the only thing to do.

Well, that's because it is.

Now, where is he going to go?

I don't know and I don't care.

Well, what about Annette?

He wants her to join him as soon as he's settled.

And all we have to do is pick him up as he comes over the wall.

Mmm-hmm.

He's got everything arranged inside.

One of the male nurses is going to help him escape.

We just have to take him to the boat.

Then I really don't see what we're arguing about.

Unless you don't want to be free.

You know it's not true, darling, don't you?

Yes, of course I do.

All that's left is to see if Annette will agree.

Of course I agree.

I'll go with him wherever it is.

I wasn't going to stay here anyway.

Do you think I have enjoyed watching you two?

You're married to my father.

What you have been doing is a crime against him and against God.

Whichever way all this comes out,

you'll have to pay for it.

Eve is young, Annette.

It isn't right for her to spend the rest of her life alone.

Why not?

Wasn't father supposed to?

When is it going to happen?

Your father will tell me next time I go to see him.

As soon as he's safely away, he'll send you a cable

to tell you where to meet him.

What's going to happen to this place?

I think I'll sell it.

It's not yours to sell.

But it will be.

Your father's going to make it over to me.

When I sell, I'll keep half the money,

and the other half I'll send to you and to him wherever you are.

We don't need the money, Eve.

You can send it all to them.

You take a man's wife, Mr Farrell, but not his money?

I haven't taken anything, Annette.

Your father and Eve have nothing for one another any more.

These things happen.

It takes a man like you to start them.

Don't worry.

She'll be all right, I think.

No, darling, not tonight.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I'm just tired.

I think I'll go to bed.

He's well over an hour late.

What could have happened?

In there, anything.

We can't stay here any longer, come on.

Just a few more minutes.

Eve, I don't know very much about these things,

but one thing I do know, they work to a timetable.

And when something goes wrong, that's the end of it.

He'll tell you all about it when you see him again.

Come on.

What could have happened?

Nothing happened.

Georges, what happened?

Where the devil have you been?

We thought something had gone wrong.

Let's go.

Where to?

Marseilles, Pier 5.

How long before they miss you?

The morning.

Eight o'clock.

You'll be at sea by then.

Yes.

Do you know yet where you are going?

Yes.

Where?

You will hear from me as arranged.

Is this all right?

Mmm-hmm.

Goodbye, Georges.

Goodbye, Eve.

Good luck.

Have we done the right thing, Geoff?

It's too late to worry about that now.

Then there is absolutely nothing more you can tell me, Madame Beynat?

Nothing, Inspector.

When you last visited your husband,

he gave you no sign that he planned anything like this?

No.

Good morning.

Ah. You're Mr Farrell?

Yes, I am.

Inspector Étienne from Marseilles.

How do you do?

I would like to ask you, Monsieur Farrell,

if you saw or heard anything unusual last night.

Unusual in what way?

Unusual, anything that was not customary.

No, I don't think so. Why?

A dangerous man escaped from a mental asylum last night.

We have reason to believe he may come here.

Here? What on earth for?

Why do Americans always answer questions with questions of their own?

Simply, Monsieur Farrell,

did you or did you not notice anything unusual last night?

- No, I did not. - Ah.

Madame Beynat, you will tell me if you see or hear from your husband?

Oh, yes, of course, Inspector.

And you, mademoiselle?

Yes.

Oh, there's one more thing which may be of importance.

I have been asking about one man, Georges Beynat.

In fact, there are two men in whom we are interested.

One of the male nurses at the asylum disappeared last night also.

It may be that he assisted in the escape.

It may be that he is merely absent without leave.

In any case, you will keep me informed?

Oh, yes, Inspector.

Thank you. Madame. Monsieur.

He didn't say anything about anyone else last night.

Well, maybe the man just ran away.

Yeah. Maybe.

Where are you going?

I'm going into Arles to do some shopping.

Well, I'll drive.

All right.

Oh, look at these over here.

Aren't they sweet?

I want to get some things over here.

A kilo of those, please.

Tell me, what would you have done if I hadn't come along?

Strange as it may seem to you, I always can find

someone to carry my parcels.

- Here. - I'm just a workhorse.

Take these to the car. I'm going to buy a present.

What?

You'll see.

- Quick. Get in the car. - What is it?

- Get in. Please, get in. - Geoff, what is it?

- But the shopping... - Forget it. I'll explain later.

That's why he didn't meet us at the place he was supposed to.

He had to get that in the car without us seeing.

What are we going to do?

Oh, I don't know yet.

The police?

We can't. We're accessories.

We helped him escape, and this is a direct result of what we did.

What, then?

Got to get rid of it.

- Where? - Here.

Geoff. Look.

Get in the car, quick. You drive.

- What about...? - I'll get rid of him tonight.

I found the key.

It's very rusty.

I'll get the car.

I'll go and see what he wants.

Geoff. Oh, Geoff.

What is it?

No, he's the only one who could have sent them.

The driver said they were ordered by phone this morning.

That means he couldn't have got on the boat.

Maybe there's something he wants more.

What? Annette?

- That was arranged. - No. You.

He agreed to let me go.

Yeah, so we'd help him escape.

But if he stays around,

he's bound to be caught eventually.

Yes, but he might not care.

That's silly.

Why should he want to escape if he doesn't care?

- Revenge. - On who?

You and me.

How do we know what went through his mind

when you told him about us?

Locked up in that place with nothing else to think about,

he might have planned this whole thing just to get even.

Oh, Geoff.

- That's crazy. - Yes, exactly.

Make up your mind, Eve. We're dealing with a homicidal maniac.

Do you want me to help?

No.

This makes us as guilty as he is.

Yes, I know.

- What's happening? - What are you doing here, Annette?

I heard a noise.

Then I saw this light.

I came to see what it was.

You shouldn't touch that. It's dangerous.

I didn't.

I told you, it was burning when I got here.

Are you sure, dear?

Of course I'm sure.

What will I do with that?

Come on, darling. We'd better go back to the house.

So, what do we know?

We know Georges Beynat escaped.

And we know that he enlisted the aid of one of the staff.

Without that aid, he could not have reached the wall.

Now,

when these two men climbed the wall,

it was necessary that there should be a car waiting for them.

They get in and drive, or are driven.

Where?

The docks.

And why do you say the docks, monsieur?

It's natural if they wanted to get away.

You're thinking like a sane man,

but remember, Beynat is insane.

He still wanted to get away, or he wouldn't have escaped.

Ah. But why did he want to get away?

A model inmate by all accounts.

Insane, yes.

But obeying the rules, behaving himself,

apparently quite contented within his mental limitations.

What happened after four years that should suddenly make him want to escape?

You visited him frequently, madame?

Inspector, I told you all I know.

Hmm.

Something happened.

Something that made it necessary for him to be on the outside.

We must search for this something.

Then we shall know where to find him.

I don't know why you're telling me all this, Inspector.

This would be the last place where he'd come back to.

I have learned long ago to look in the last place first.

It saves time.

But there's nothing here for him.

Nothing?

His wife, his daughter, his home. You call this nothing?

He's given them up four years ago.

No, madame. He did not give them up.

They were taken away from him.

Remember that, please. They were taken away from him.

And now, perhaps, he would like something back.

- Eve, it's... - Ah, bonjour, mademoiselle.

Inspector.

And you were going to say?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

Please, go on.

But remember, madame, Georges Beynat is completely mad.

I have spoken to his doctors and they have told me.

He is without doubt the most dangerous man I have ever searched for.

Please remember this.

And should he try to contact you,

or you, mademoiselle,

I implore you, let me know.

We will let you know, Inspector.

Thank you.

You are staying long in Saint-Gironde, monsieur?

- Why? - Just that it is necessary,

after a while, to register with the local police.

I'll remember that, Inspector, if I stay that long.

Good day.

It came. The telegram from Father.

Show me.

From Arles?

Let me see.

The arena at Arles at eleven o'clock.

Well, you're not going.

Of course I'm going.

Isn't it what we have all been waiting for?

Well, you can't go, Annette.

Who are you to tell me what I can or cannot do?

Eve, tell him.

Tell him he can't order me about.

Annette,

I think you should do what he says.

You might have to, but I don't.

What happened?

Why have you changed your minds?

Darling.

There are some things about your father we didn't tell you.

No, I don't want to hear them.

I'm going, and there is nothing either of you can do to stop me.

I'm going to pack.

Annette.

I don't see how we can stop her.

Oh, I'll take her in to Arles tonight.

At least I can see him, ask him some questions.

I'll decide about her later.

No, Geoff.

I think it's better if I take her.

Darling, I'll be all right.

But he'll be less suspicious, he'll talk easier,

and I'll know if there's anything wrong.

You stay here, in case it's some kind of a trick,

or if the police call again.

Believe me, it's the best way.

All right.

I'll go and tell Annette.

- Darling. - Mmm?

You know that I love you

and I need you.

Be careful tonight.

I aimed at him.

Twice I fired.

Twice I missed.

And twice the inspector from Marseilles has been here,

and twice I have missed him.

He'll be back.

Do not misunderstand me, Monsieur Farrell.

I have no desire to see him.

He'll tell me my buttons are dirty, my uniform is not neat enough,

and my record of arrests is nonexistent.

I don't think he's that kind of inspector.

All inspectors are the same, monsieur.

This is the tenth time you've looked at that clock.

You are worried about the time?

No.

The ladies, perhaps you are worried about them?

Ladies?

Madame and Mademoiselle Annette.

Oh, I'm not worried. Why should I be?

Why indeed?

There's no one here.

It's open.

Can you see anyone?

No.

What time is it?

It's well over eleven.

But he said eleven o'clock.

Eve, I'm frightened.

I do not know who is the bigger fool, Farrell.

Eve, or you.

Her for thinking that I would stand by while she went off with another man,

or you for helping her.

I am a wanted man.

Everywhere I go, I shall be looking back over my shoulder

for the rest of my life.

This I do not like.

So I have arranged

that I shall die.

Here.

Now.

This way I will not be looking back over my shoulder any more.

But I am supposed to be mad,

so I must behave like a madman.

Hmm?

This person here,

he helped me to escape from the asylum.

We came here to hide. We quarrelled, we fought.

He was killed. But I am mad!

So I do not just bury him,

or throw him in the canal, as you did, monsieur. No, no.

My diseased mind won't allow me to do that. No, no.

I'll recreate the same crime

that I committed four years ago. Eh? Hmm?

This way,

the police will nod their stupid heads and say

it is a typical pathological pattern.

These things

can be very dangerous.

If they are not handled carefully, then these cylinders,

they can explode with devastating effect,

which is what they are going to do.

But later on,

after I have used them.

They will destroy this place completely.

Nothing will be left, except the wreckage

and the remains of two bodies.

The police will arrive,

and they will try to put these two bodies together.

They will throw their hands in the air

and they will say, "He has done it again.

"The mad Beynat has done it again.

"But this time he was too smart.

"The equipment blew up in his face.

"He's dead.

"No longer do we need to look for him."

Eh? You see?

Two men missing from the asylum,

and two bodies found here.

What makes you think I won't be missed?

Oh, Eve will get a letter.

You found the whole thing too much

and went back to America.

I think I would have killed you anyway, Farrell.

I don't like people who take from me what is mine.

Now at least your death will serve a purpose.

And now to set the scene.

First,

I think we will burn him a little,

and then we will arrange the explosion.

I am afraid I will have to keep you tied to the cylinders for a while,

but it won't be for long, I promise you.

You needn't watch if it upsets you.

What happened, Inspector?

We found two bodies in the debris.

Your husband, I'm afraid, was one of them.

The other, the male nurse who helped him escape.

It seems as though your husband was attempting to recreate

the crime he committed four years ago.

A typical pathological pattern.

Then suddenly, the equipment must have blown up in his face.

He's dead?

One of them is still alive.

Burned very badly, but still alive.

I'm sorry, madame.

It is impossible to tell which one it is.

Where did they take him?

The small hospital at Saint Lucien.

But it would be pointless.

But please, Inspector.

It might be my husband, you just said so.

If you wish. I shall leave instructions.

Now it would be better if you both go inside.

Inspector, they are calling you on the radio.

Bah!

He was my father.

But if he did kill that man that helped him,

then it's for the best.

It is, Eve.

Eve?

Eve, what is it?

It was Geoff.

What are you talking about?

One of the two men in there

was Geoff.

Why do you say that?

Because I know it.

The police think that

those two men escaped from the asylum.

Those must be the two.

But I know

that the male nurse who helped your father escape

is buried out on the Camargue.

We did it ourselves,

Geoff and I.

Miles away.

So, if there were two men in that workshop,

then one of them

must be Geoff.

Then how did the male nurse die?

Your father killed him.

And Geoff too? But why? Why?

Because he's insane!

I must go to the hospital. I must find out.

But you don't know which one it is who's still alive.

It might be father.

Thank you.

Geoff.

I know it's you.

It can only be you.

Just as my husband and I had planned it.

The other one was already dead, wasn't he?

Georges brought him back from where you buried him on the Camargue.

It was the only way he and I could be together.

Now he's officially dead.

No one is going to look for him any more.

He can go wherever he wants.

You know what I have to do now, Geoff.

I'm sorry I have to do it myself.

I didn't want to.

I may keep it, madame?

If you wish.

I don't suppose Mr Farrell will be returning.

It is strange, him leaving like that, without a word.

I saw him that night.

Oh, you did? When?

While you and Miss Annette were in Arles.

He seemed worried, I remember. He kept looking at the café clock.

Mmm. Well, I suppose he was worried about his train.

Strange.

Without a word to anyone.

I hadn't thought of it

with all that happened.

Oh, of course not. Such tragedy.

But for the best, madame, I feel.

I suppose you're right, Mr Salon.

Yes. Well, I must go now. Goodbye, madame.

Goodbye.

This can't go on, Eve.

What can't?

This deception.

We must ring the police.

And tell them what?

Everything about Geoff

and that poor man being buried out there on the Camargue.

There's too much being left unsaid about the whole thing.

Listen, Annette.

Do you think I'll ever be able to forget about Geoff?

I really loved him, you know.

But it's all finished now.

What good would it do to tell them about the body out on the Camargue?

They've accepted the fact of his death.

Why resurrect it all?

No, Eve.

I'm going to tell the police.

Very well.

I think you're right.

But not on the phone.

You go over to the café and lock it.

I'll ring Inspector Étienne and tell him you're coming over to see him.

Thank you, Eve. I'm sure it's for the best.

I'll tell Gilles we won't be back till this evening.

It's a long drive to Marseilles, darling.

How'd you like to spend the night there?

We can do some shopping tomorrow morning.

I'd like that very much.

All right, then tell Gilles we won't be back until tomorrow evening.

- At the earliest. - Okay.

All right?

I told him to expect us when he sees us.

Fine.

Yes?

Yes, thank you.

Étienne here. The car has left.

Report to me as soon as contact is made.

They left home.

Was that Gilles?

Yes, Gilles.

You know, he isn't as simple as I thought he was.

That night he dragged me out of the workshop

after Beynat left all the equipment set to explode,

he told me I wouldn't have been in this mess

if I'd minded my own business.

And he was right.

Fortunately, he did not mind his business either.

If he had not seen what he did that night,

they would have got away with it.

But remember, none of this would have happened

if you had not conspired to help a criminal lunatic escape.

I've already paid my penance for that,

by allowing myself to be wrapped in bandages and stuck in a hospital.

How did you know what method Eve was going to use to get rid of me?

She could have slit my throat for all you knew, or cared.

But it worked, did it not?

Yes.

Good.

- They're heading for Les Baux. - May I come, too?

Yes, of course.

Why are we going this way?

I have something to do first.

Will it take long?

No.

What are you doing? You'll see.

What's happening, Eve?

There's someone who wants to see you.

To see me? What about?

Shut up and get out.

You heard her. Get out.

- Eve, please! - Out!

Eve, who is this man?

Don't you recognise your father, my dear?

My father?

You're mad! Who is he?

I am the man who helped your father to escape, my dear.

Then what happened to my father?

I killed him.

He was dead before we even came over the wall, my dear.

Now come on.

What are you going to do?

Anything I may have to do

will be your own fault, my dear.

Eve and I had the whole thing planned down to the last detail.

We talked about it now for two years,

every time she came to visit that madman who was your father.

If you had been content to let things lie,

this wouldn't have been necessary.

Eve would have joined me in a week or two

and everything would have been all right.

Wouldn't it...

She can't get out that way.

Good.

Annette!

You won't get away!

I've got you now.

Be careful, Henri.

It's a long way down, Annette.

Henri.

Geoff! Geoff!

Annette, don't move. I'm coming up.

Madame.

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