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[ Waltz-musette music playing I]

[ Woman vocalizing ]

[ Telephone rings I]

-Good morning, Philippe.
-Good morning, sir.

How can we help, monsieur?

I'd like to see
Chief Inspector Maigret.

So would many people.

I'm afraid you'll have to
make do with me.

What's your problem?

I'm Joseph Gastin.

I live in a village on the
Sevre estuary near La Rochelle.

I've been traveling
all night.

I need M. Maigret's help.

Well, first of all, we have
no authority in La Rochelle.

And secondly,
Chief Inspector Maigret

is very busy.

I need his protection.

I'm about to be arrested
for murder.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I'm a schoolmaster in a place
called Saint-André-sur-Mer.

It's tiny. We're famous
for our oysters and mussels.

That's all.

Who are you supposed to
have killed?

One of your pupils?

Leonie Birard.
She used to be our postmistress.

When did she die?

Two days ago.
Tuesday morning.

She was shot
through the eye.

Did you do it?

No, of course not.
But they think I did.

Well, I'm afraid
Inspector Janvier is right.

It has nothing to do with us.

Get me the gendarmerie
at La Rochelle.

Certainly, sir.

And Chief Inspector Maigret
certainly has no time --

Morning, boys.

Chief Inspector Maigret?

You are Chief Inspector Maigret,
aren't you?

Captain Danielou
told me not to go away

even though he doesn't have
enough evidence to arrest me.

Well, not yet, anyway.

If the captain doesn't have
enough evidence to arrest you,

why did you go?

Because he'll get hold
of it.

They'll find it
for him somehow.

-They?
-The villagers.

They hate me and my wife.

We weren't born there,
you see?

They've never forgiven us.

Tell me about
this Leonie Birard.

She was a terrible woman.

She hated everyone,
and everyone hated her.

Why?
Wasn't she born there, either?

No, because when she ran
the post office,

she'd read people's mail,
listen in on phone calls,

and then she'd use all
the secrets to cause trouble.

It was her hobby, turning people
against each other.

Was she married?

Leonie?

So why is Captain Danielou so
sure you killed Leonie Birard?

Well, for one thing,
my son, Jean-Paul,

has an air rifle
like the one that killed her.

But quite a few
of the boys do.

It was a craze
they had last year.

Any other reason?

When they questioned me,
I said it was in his room.

It wasn't.
They found it in my toolshed.

Well, Jean-Paul must have
left it there.

Schoolmaster in the village
I grew up in

wasn't much liked, either.

Perhaps it goes with the job.

Pardon?

I was very fond of him,
though.

I shall always remember him,
M. Gastin.

[ Telephone rings I]

Maigret.

May I have a word, sir?

Yes.
I'll be straight through.

I shan't run away.
I promise.

And you know
you're my only hope.

[ Receiver hangs up]

Just been on to Captain Danielou
at La Rochelle.

He wants Gastin back.

Says he's got more than
enough evidence to arrest him.

Some kid's just come in
with new evidence.

One of Gastin's pupils.

I think I'll go down
and take a look.

You're not gonna get involved
with this, are you?

I believe the oysters
are very good

in that part of the world,
my son.

Is there anything else?

When they asked me where I was
when the shooting happened,

I said I was in the classroom,
but I wasn't.

I completely forgot.

Must have been nerves,
I suppose.

Where were you?

After the break, I went out
for a couple of minutes.

I'm secretary at the town hall,
as well as being schoolmaster.

I had to get a paper for one of
the farmers, for his pension.

-Would he corroborate that?
-Oh, yes.

And then I popped in on my wife
for a couple of minutes.

She hasn't been
very well lately.

She was asleep.

And that's when
the shooting happened?

Apparently so,
I'm afraid to say.

-It's an honor to meet you, sir.
-Thank you.

No need for them.

Monsieur.

[ Birds chirping ]

-[ Car door closes I
-Ah...

You realize, Captain, I'm not
here in any official capacity.

Oh, no, anything you can do
to help, sir.

No. No, please.

Although I do think we now have,
um, conclusive evidence.

-From one of the pupils?
-Yes.

Yes, he saw Gastin
coming out of the toolshed

where the rifle was found.

It was five minutes
after the shot was heard.

Odd, though.
And the shooting was on Tuesday.

The boy waited 48 hours
before he reported it.

Well, he was frightened.

Imagine, your own teacher.
Now, what must it be like?

Tell me, Captain,
is there an inn in Saint-André

where I can get
some good country food?

Only if you're going
that way yourself, of course.

Well...

Thank you.

No mussels or oysters.

It was neap tide on Tuesday.

Nobody gets mussels or oysters
at neap tide.

-Just the wine, then.
-Right.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

How many nights?

Two, three.
Who knows?

Till you've proved
the schoolmaster innocent, huh?

MAIGRET:
Do you think he's innocent?

[ Laughs ]

Well, why else
would you be here?

Let me buy you a drink,
M. Paumelle.

Oh. Uh...

A brandy.
Thank you.

The, uh --
The one with the broken nose --

He heard the shot.

He was in his garden.

-Theo?
-Huh?

You heard the shot,
didn't you?

Why shouldn't I have heard it?

What time was it?
Do you remember?

[ Chuckles ]
10 past 10:00.

He told me.

Good health, monsieur.

He's the deputy mayor,
you know?

When he remembers to be.

To hell with the lot of youl

[ Laughter ]

And especially people who
come here making trouble for us.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Marcellin, the butcher.

Is he always like that?

Only when the first half bottle
of Pernod's got to him.

-[ Door slams ]
-By lunchtime, usually.

[ Bird squawking ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

They were swimming in the sea
only this morning, monsieur.

Look how fresh they are.

-Ah.
-Morning.

£2 Frére Jacques £

£2 Frére Jacques £

# Dormez-vous? #

-Good morning, monsieur.
-Good morning, monsieur.

-Good morning, monsieur.
-Good morning, monsieur.

-Good morning, monsieur.
-Good morning, monsieur.

Chief Inspector Maigret.

Ah.

The captain told me
you were coming.

I'm Dr. Bresselles.

As a matter of fact, I've just
been to see Mme. Gastin.

The murderer's wife.

Or isn't he the murderer?

Yes, he told me
she wasn't well.

Is that the Gastins' house?

At the risk of betraying
my Hippocratic oath,

she is never well.

Ah, good morning,
Mme. Marcellin.

Morning, Doctor.

-The butcher's wife.
-How did you --

Of course.

That scoundrel Paumelle

has been filling you in
on all the gossip.

[ Chuckles ]

So has he told you
about Chevassou?

Who?

DR. BRESSELLES:
Ah, well...

The Gastins
used to live at Courbevoie.

They were both teachers
at a very good school,

and Chevassou
was a local town councilor.

Strong, handsome fellow,
apparently.

Unfortunately, Mme. Gastin
developed what one can only call

a devouring passion for him,

to which he responded
with great enthusiasm.

He could do what he liked
with her --

and did, at every opportunity.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Until one day, Chevassou's wife
turned up at the school

and shot Mme. Gastin --

hit her
right in the shoulder --

at which point the Gastins
developed a sudden craving --

-Morning.
-Hello.

They developed a sudden craving
for fresh country air

and ended up here.

The poor woman
has never recovered from it.

That's all very interesting,
Doctor.

What's it got to do with
the death of Leonie Birard?

Nothing at all,
I'm sure --

except that Leonie used to stand
by her window over there

and shout filthy remarks
about it to the world at large,

to the great delight
of the rest of the village.

MAIGRET:
Did you like Leonie Birard?

Like her?
[ Laughs ]

She was undoubtedly
the most poisonous,

unpleasant woman
I have ever known.

In fact, my theory is the entire
village conspired to murder her

for the greater benefit
of mankind.

Now, if you will excuse me,
I must be on my way.

MAIGRET:
Mme. Gastin?

There's nothing in there,
Chief Inspector.

They took the rifle away.

You see...

It is chief inspector,
isn't it?

Hello, Jean-Paul.

-Have I got the right name?
-Yes.

Run along upstairs, Jean-Paul,
and take your work with you.

How was Joseph
when they took him away?

Did he give you
any message for me?

He was very calm,
very well.

But no message,
I'm afraid.

I blame myself entirely.

Because you brought him here?

Yes.

I know why you came.

I know about Chevassou.

These things happen.

People lose control.

It's a kind of madness.

You shouldn't feel ashamed.

Oh.

Joseph had
such good prospects.

He's a very clever man.
Exceptional.

No one realizes.

I've always loved him,
even then.

[ Exhales sharply ]
I ruined his career.

I thought we could begin
a new life here.

The villagers were suspicious at
first, but country people are.

Then they found out
about me.

It was worse for Joseph
than me.

After that, even the children
didn't have any respect for him.

Tell me, is there anyone who's
been particularly unpleasant,

anyone who particularly
dislikes him?

Yes.

Theo. Theo Coumart.

The deputy mayor.

He burst in here
one day last winter

while Joseph and Jean-Paul
were at school.

He was drunk, as usual.

He pushed me back
on the kitchen table, laughing.

I scratched his nose. It bled.
He was furious.

He said he thought I liked
that sort of thing.

Oh, no, no.
Not if it's too painful.

No, I want to tell you.

They hate Joseph because
he's so honest, you see?

That's the main reason.

He knows none of them
pay income tax,

and they're terrified of him.

Because he works in the
town hall, as well as teaching.

That's right.

They earn a fortune from their
farming and their mussel beds,

and none of them
declares a penny of it.

They want him
to sign certificates,

false certificates,
but he won't.

Because he's a good man.

Despite everything
I've done to him,

he's still a good man.

And that's what they detest.

I'd like to have a talk
with your son.

-I'll get him for you.
-No, no.

I'd like to see his room.

[ Knock on door ]

Did I disturb you?

That's all right.

Are you good at grammar?

You work hard.
I can tell.

-You top of the class?
-No.

Well, no.

Your father would be accused
of favoritism, wouldn't he?

Ah.

Do you like
not being at school today?

Mother said
I had to stay home.

Well, he's only
a temporary teacher, anyway.

He came up from La Rochelle
this morning.

I'll bet he's not half as good
as your father.

Do you remember what happened
on Tuesday morning?

Will you talk to me
about it?

Look, you -- you do want
your father

to get out of prison,
don't you?

Do you remember him leaving
the classroom after the break?

I suppose so.

And do you remember
what happened then?

What did he do?

Some of you got up
and started playing around.

You jumped up and started
talking to somebody.

Who would I talk to?
I'm the schoolmaster's son.

Well, don't you have friends?

I thought you went shooting
with your friends.

Who said I went shooting
with them?

And I didn't kill Leonie Birard,
if that's what you mean.

Who did, then?

Look, Jean-Paul,
your father's in prison

on the evidence
of a school friend of yours

for a murder
he didn't commit.

Now, if there's anything
you know, then --

I don't know
what you're talking about!

I don't know anything,
I didn't see anything,

and I've got nothing
to tell youl

There, there, Jean-Paul.

[ Birds chirping ]

Maria's waiting for us.

She's Polish.
Came here when she was 16.

I'm afraid she doesn't
understand a lot.

She's a refugee, and she's been
cleaning for Leonie Birard

for several years now.

What did you do
when you found her, Maria?

-Were you upset?
-Oh, yes.

Well, she screamed.

Then she ran down the road,
past the school.

About half a dozen people
saw her.

How often
did you clean for her?

Every afternoon.

Oh, she did the shopping.

She did virtually everything
for her.

-Didn't you, Maria?
-Yes, yes.

That's why she was going to
leave everything to me, you see?

Her money and the house.
For helping her so much.

She said that?

Yes.
A long time ago.

It was to annoy her niece.

She told me so.

[ Rooster crows I

DANIELOU: We've talked to
her niece -- Mme. Sellier --

and it's a very nice family.

Husband's the village policeman.

Rather in awe of us
at La Rochelle.

Honest fellow.

Does Mme. Sellier know
she's been disinherited?

Ah, well...

You see,
we still haven't found a will,

and, um,
if there isn't one --

You mean
I won't get the money?

Well --

But she only paid me half
what the others do.

The cow.

Of course, we -- we might
still find it.

How many children do you have,
Maria?

-Five.
-Five?

What does your husband do?

I haven't got a husband.

[ Chuckles ]

No, Maria isn't, uh,
entirely sure

who all the fathers
of her children are, so...

Isn't that right, Maria?

But I know two of them
for sure.

Does either
of these two know

that Leonie had promised
to leave you everything?

I told Theo.

He said if I got the house
off her, he might marry me.

He was drunk, though,
when he said it.

In my vast experience,
Captain,

which I assume
you're eager to learn from...

Absolutely, yes.

...a vital ingredient at
this stage of an investigation

is a large pitcher
of white wine

in a pleasantly
smoke-filled bar.

It's a little early
for me, sir, really.

A word of advice,
Captain --

If you want to reach
the height of your profession,

you must never use the phrase
"a little early for me."

Not if you want to
further your career.

Look, uh,
if you wouldn't mind, sir,

there's something
I'd like to show you.

Don't tell me -- You've found
a secret supply of oysters!

They've all been used
quite recently, you see?

But that's all we can tell.

Now,
the extraordinary thing is,

if she'd been hit anywhere else
but in the eye,

she'd only have been
slightly wounded.

So whoever it was
must have either been

a crack shot
or amazingly lucky.

Or unlucky.

Yes.

Does Theo Coumart
have one of these?

No. Uh, just a double-barreled
sporting gun.

Would you like me
to bring him over?

We've questioned him already,
of course, but...

[ Pops loudly ]

Tell me more
about the Selliers.

-If you don't mind, sir.
-I do beg your pardon.

You say they're nice people.

Is that because
M. Sellier's a policeman?

Not at all.

I just found them to be
a warm, happy family.

-Do they have children?
-Yes.

I told you about their son,
Marcel.

He's the boy who saw Gastin
coming out of the toolshed.

Ah, yes --
the one who waited 48 hours

before he remembered
to tell you.

[ Bell ringing ]

Marcel is more than happy
to help, sir.

MAIGRET: Good.
Hello, Marcel.

Well, I'll just tell his mother
he's gonna be a little late,

and then if you don't mind,
I must go.

The examining magistrate's been
questioning Gastin this morning.

I'm meeting him in La Rochelle
at 1:00.

How wonderful not to have
examining magistrates

to deal with just for once.

The relief is indescribable.

I'm sure you never tell lies,
do you, Marcel?

Yes, monsieur,
I do sometimes.

But I always go
to confession afterwards.

Straight afterwards?

Well, as soon as I can,

so I don't die
in a state of mortal sin.

But they're not, uh --
not bad lies, are they?

Not really bad?

I don't know.

A couple of months ago, I tore
my trousers climbing a tree.

When I got home,

I said I'd caught them on a nail
in Philippe's yard.

And did you go to confession
for that?

Oh, yes, monsieur.
The next day.

-Good morning, Chief Inspector.
-Good morning, Chief Inspector.

-Good morning, Chief Inspector.
-Good morning, Chief Inspector.

-Good morning, Chief Inspector.
-Good morning, Chief Inspector.

You know, I'd like to have a
look at your classroom, Marcel.

-Would you mind showing me?
-Not at all.

Who's Philippe?
Is he a friend of yours?

My best friend, yes.

His father is M. Marcellin,
the butcher.

Is he at school today?

No.
He had an accident last month.

We were playing, and he was
knocked down by a motorbike.

Ah.
He'll be all right, I hope?

When the plaster's off,
yes, monsieur.

[ Door closes ]

Oh.

Don't let me disturb you,
monsieur.

No, no.
I was about to go anyway.

I hear they have
a few oysters in today.

Don't want to miss them.

Very bright boy, Inspector.
Best in his class.

So, tell me, Marcel --
Where do you sit?

-Here.
-Here?

[ Exhales slowly ]

And where were you when
M. Gastin came out of his shed?

Over here.

Why did you come
over here?

Was it the sound
of the shot?

No. The others
were making too much noise.

All I could hear was
the blacksmith shoeing a horse.

Some of the boys
get a bit rough, you see,

when the teacher's
not in the room.

I don't really like it.

Is the teacher's son
one of them?

Jean-Paul? No.

Who does he play with, then?
You and your friends?

No. He doesn't play
with anyone much.

Why? Because none of you
like his father?

Well, it's true, isn't it?

Do you like him, Marcel?

No.
He's not fair.

He always gives me top marks

even when
Jean-Paul's done better.

I like being top of the class,
but only when I've deserved it,

not when I haven't.

Mm.

Did you like Leonie Birard?

No.

She used to shout things at me
whenever I went past.

And you're completely sure...

...that you saw M. Gastin
coming out of the shed

when you said he did?

Yes.

Five minutes after
the shot was fired?

Yes.

But you didn't see him
with the rifle?

No.

-Neap tide's over, then?
-I'm afraid not.

We just managed
to get a few dozen

from further down the coast.

Oh, they look very nice.
I'll have those.

Oh, I'm afraid not.
They've all gone.

We'll have some more
next week, though.

You'll still be here,
won't you, Inspector?

Unless you reckon you'll have
found the murderer by then.

[ Laughs ]

Jacques, salt!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Have you fathomed
the mystery yet?

I've no doubt that you will,
Inspector.

I'm sure the living legend will
not be defeated by our little --

[ Horn honks, tires screech I]

...country crime.

[ Car door opens ]

[ Car door closes I]

It's only a motorcar, Doctor.

If I was you,
I'd be less bothered about that

and a bit more worried
about my patients.

You enjoying yourself, I hope,
Inspector?

Uh-huh.

[ Snorts ]

What have you done
to deserve that, Doctor?

It comes with the job.

When they're well,
it's nothing to do with you,

and when they're ill,
it's proof that you're slacking.

Thank you.

And the Marcellin family

have had more than
their fair share of illness.

His brother's
in a sanatorium,

and two of his children
died at birth.

And his son was knocked down
by a motorbike a month ago.

Some people are born unlucky,
and Marcellin is one of them.

You know, he opened a butcher's
shop in La Rochelle once.

Lost every penny.

-Let me get you a drink.
-No, no, no.

I am aware that some people
work better after a drink.

I'm afraid
I'm not one of them.

[ Laughs ]

What is it?

I was just thinking

that patients are often
rather hostile, you see,

as if they resent the little
secrets that you know,

the little things that nobody
else knows about them sometimes,

not even
their nearest and dearest.

But it doesn't mean
they really dislike you.

Of course not.

Does that include Marcellin?

Yes.

Marcellin has very good reason
not to dislike me.

Did Leonie Birard
particularly dislike you?

Leonie?
All the time.

She was convinced
I was trying to poison her.

Were you?

Inspector, if you are going to
interrogate me properly,

I insist we do it over lunch
at my house.

How about tomorrow,
after the funeral?

I'd be delighted.

But tell me --

Who on earth is going to go
to Leonie Birard's funeral?

Oh, all the scoundrels
and the hypocrites,

the drunkards
and the moneygrubbers.

I'd say there'll be
an enormous turnout.

[ Bird squawking ]

JOSEPH: Captain Danielou
came this afternoon.

He was quite polite.

Well, why shouldn't he be?

He's an extremely
conscientious officer.

Tell me
about Dr. Bresselles.

How well did you and your wife
know him?

Oh, one can have a conversation
with him, at least.

He's a civilized man --
a rarity in these parts.

We spent a few evenings with him
early on.

Why do you ask?

Did your wife get on
particularly well with him?

Dr. Bresselles told me
about her affair, M. Gastin --

what happened,
why you came out here.

Who told him?

My wife.

She had to tell him.
She was so unhappy.

She needed pills.

And who told Leonie Birard?

-Did you?
-No.

Well,
somebody must have done.

Who else knew about it, apart
from the priest and the doctor,

two people we've been told
we can put our trust in?

Do either of you
go to church?

No, I'm afraid not.

Oh.

Very clever.

But even if you are right,
I don't see what it's got to do

with the murder
of Leonie Birard.

All it means is

Bresselles is just as malicious
as the rest of them.

Doesn't it?

[ Bell tolling ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

PAUMELLE: Theresa, fill them up
as fast as you can.

[ Man chanting in Latin ]

[ Hooves clopping ]

Ah. Hello.

Ah. Morning, sir.

I believe you went
to see Gastin yesterday, sir.

The examining magistrate and I
had a little, um, chat.

We obviously
can't find Gastin guilty

on the evidence of a single
witness, particularly a child.

Particularly as
he's innocent, Captain.

Well, he certainly
still swears

he never went near the toolshed
on Tuesday morning.

He said he might have done
on Monday.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Man chanting in Latin ]

M. Sellier -- Marcel's father.

That's Marcel's mother.

The one who stands
to inherit everything.

I don't see Mme. Gastin
or Jean-Paul.

I hardly think they'd feel
very welcome here today, do you?

Today of all days.

-[ Chanting continues ]
-[ Bell tolling continues ]

Well, I have work to do.

Look, I think I might leave you
to it, if you don't mind.

-[ Chanting in Latin ]
-[ Chanting in Latin ]

[ Priest chanting in Latin ]

-[ Chanting in Latin ]
-[ Chanting in Latin ]

-Amen.
-Amen.

[ Priest chanting in Latin ]

Jean-Paul.

Jean-Paul.

I'll be sitting over there.

You shouldn't hate your father

because he makes you unhappy,
Jean-Paul.

He's just as lonely
as you are.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

Do you want to know
what really happened?

I do.

On the Tuesday,
when break finished,

father went off
to the town hall.

I could see him from my desk.

A bit later, Marcel went to
the window, the one on the left.

Everyone else
was fooling about.

Except you and Marcel.

A few minutes later,
when father came back,

I saw him go over to our house
and go in.

Where was Marcel
when this was happening?

He'd gone over
to the other window by then,

the one on the right.

I don't know
what he was looking at,

but it wasn't my father.

He couldn't have seen him
from there.

And when father
came out of our house,

he came straight over to the
schoolyard and back into class.

So he didn't go into the shed
at all.

I saw.
He didn't go anywhere near it.

Marcel's a liar, monsieur!

Very pleasant.

Do you often forge
medical certificates

for your patients, Doctor?

Only for insurance purposes.

After all,
insurance companies

are such vague,
far-off institutions.

Don't you agree?
Rather like the government.

I mean,
if they can't afford to pay

a bit over the odds,
who can?

And this view is shared
quite a lot by the village.

Oh, yes.
To a man, I'm afraid.

Well, almost to a man.

And we both know
what happened to him.

Mm-hmm.

Tell me about
the motorbike accident.

Was Marcellin's son
really hurt at all?

Oh, yes, his leg was broken,
all right,

but it's relatively easy

to stress the possibility
of complications

in medical reports.

And therefore help Marcellin

claim considerably
more compensation

than he was entitled to.

It couldn't go to a more
desperately needy fellow.

Whose fault
was the accident?

Was it the motorbike rider's
or Philippe Marcellin's?

It was evening.
It was dark.

Where did it happen?

On the road
out from the village.

Near Leonie Birard's?

Mm-hmm.

-Was the driver drunk?
-No, certainly not.

So he must have
seen the boy.

In fact, there were two boys --
Philippe and Marcel Sellier.

Marcel told me.

So, what were they doing?
Playing about?

I suppose so.

So Philippe
ran in front of the bike.

The driver
had no chance to stop.

So he took the blame
because he was insured

and had nothing to lose.

Yes.

He was a patient of mine
from one of the farms.

I persuaded him.

But I've no idea what the boys
were up to, believe me.

Anyway, it was weeks
before the shooting.

I really don't see
the connection.

It's a pity Leonie Birard
isn't here to help us, Doctor.

-Thank you, Doctor.
-Pleasure.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Dog barking ]

Excuse me, monsieur.

My husband's not in.

I'm aware of that, madame.

I'd like a word
with Philippe.

[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

Hello.

Are you the policeman
from Paris?

[ Snap ]

Your friend told you.

[ Chuckles ]

Did you make this?

Yeah.

Stops me getting bored,
stuck in here all day.

It's very good.

Why is that plaster
still on your leg, Philippe?

After all, it's better now,
isn't it?

[ Sighs ]

You've talked to the doctor,
haven't you?

How did it happen?

You were outside
Leonie Birard's house

about a month
before she died.

What were you doing?

We were going to stick
a horseshoe in her bed.

Oh. Of course.

The horseshoe.
I remember.

I was halfway through the window
when she came in.

I ran off,
but she was yelling after me.

Then the motorbike hit me.

And I don't feel guilty.

She used to shout things
about my father.

And you made Marcel promise

not to tell anyone
the accident was your fault

so your father
would get the insurance.

He needs a new van
so he can have a longer round,

so he can make more money.

Except you'll tell them now.

No, no.

It's nothing to do with me.

I suppose you have to be careful
standing at the window,

in case anyone sees
you can walk.

Did Leonie Birard see you?

She was always standing there,

waving the horseshoe at me
whenever I looked out.

I was sure
she was going to tell someone.

What did Marcel
come to say just now?

That if he was questioned again,
he'd have to own up.

The funeral
made him feel funny.

And he will say he didn't see
M. Gastin after all,

but he saw you at the window.

Yes.

And then he went to the other
window and saw Leonie Birard.

Did you shoot her,
Philippe?

I -- I was only aiming
at the window.

Really.

Just to scare her.

Can I help, sir?

Philippe Marcellin
has just confessed

to the murder
of Leonie Birard.

He what?

Does one of these rifles
belong to him?

No.

B-But he was in bed
at the time of the shooting.

-He's got a broken leg.
-Did have a broken leg.

But if the rifle isn't
in his room, where is it?

Do you want me
to search the house

or arrest him straightaway?

Are you going
to La Rochelle, Captain?

I was planning to.

-Would you wait here awhile?
-Yes, of course.

If you want us
to search the house --

Oh, that shouldn't
be necessary.

If all goes well,

I'd like you to take me to
the station in an hour or two.

I'm planning to take
the evening train back to Paris.

Where's the rifle now,
Philippe?

In the shed.
Down there.

And how
did it get down there?

You could have hardly gone
downstairs and across the yard

with that enormous plaster
on your leg.

Did your father
take it down for you?

No.

Well...yes.

Yes, he did.

Straight afterwards?

Yes.
He saw me do it, you see?

He was down in the yard.

Standing by the shed, from which
he could see Leonie Birard

just as well as you could?

Now, what really happened?
Tell me what happened.

Would you mind
waiting downstairs, madame?

I'll be down very soon.

The rifle was already
in the shed, wasn't it?

Your father took it out
and shot Leonie Birard.

What will they do to him?

You must tell me the truth,
Philippe.

He saw her at the window.

She was poking her tongue out
at him.

It seems so silly.

But she used to shout
such awful things at him.

I saw it all.

He rushed into the shed
and came out and fired at her.

Did he aim carefully?

Not at all.
He was furious.

Anyway,
he's a useless shot.

He looked so horrified
when she fell down.

He threw the gun
in the shed

and ran off and got even
more drunk than usual.

Will he go to prison?

Not for long.

Not if they believe he was
only trying to scare her.

Marcel thought I'd shot her.

Is that why he told a lie?

Yes.

Because we're friends.

A Pernod, Louis.

[ Exhales sharply ]

You think you're so clever,
don't you?

They'll all stand up for me,
though.

The whole village!

You'll see.

I've no doubt they will.

What's that
supposed to mean?

It's good to have friends,
Marcellin.

I've just been hearing
how good it is.

[ Whistle blows ]

It's been an honor, sir.

I hope you enjoyed
your stay with us.

Well, just a little.

Of course, I did.

Especially the oysters
and the mussels.

They were never so fresh
in Paris.

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