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[ Waltz-musette music playing I]

[ Woman vocalizing ]

Chief Inspector!

-[ Door closes I]
-MAIGRET: Hello?

The soup's boiled over, and the
cassoulet's burned to a frazzle.

Oh, sorry.
I couldn't get away.

Mm.

[ Sniffs ] Ahh.

[ Telephone ringing ]

LAPOINTE:
It's fascinating.

But I'm not quite sure
why you brought it, madame.

So I'd be sure
to recognize him.

Of course. Yes.

It's just that we do get
a few odd, you know...

I mean, I can tell you're not,
but, uh, he is a very busy man.

Yes, I know.

So, what can I do for you?

Nothing. I've told you.

I need to speak
to Chief Inspector Maigret.

I'm really not sure
when he'll be back.

-And even when he is --
-Oh, he'll see me, all right.

There's no doubt about that.

Just you tell him it's a matter
of life and death.

Can you remember that?

Life and death.

Mmm.
That was delicious.

A little shopping?

What? Now?

I've seen a rug
for the fireplace.

I'd like your opinion.

Fireplace?
It's the middle of summer.

I thought you said
you weren't busy.

Isn't that what you said?

I thought that's why
you came back for lunch.

No, no, no.
I said I wasn't very busy.

Anyway,
I've got to see Lucas.

Just half an hour.

It'll be good for you.

I'm afraid he's out

on an extremely
important case, madame.

Can I help?

I doubt it.
I'm extremely old, you know?

What exactly is wrong?

I'd rather talk
to Chief Inspector Maigret.

If you tell me, madame,

I'll make sure he knows
the whole story.

Every detail.

I'm in mortal danger,
you know?

For the past fortnight,

things in my apartment

have started moving
while I've been out.

When I get back,
they're in different places.

I'm not mad, you know?

You think I am,
but I'm not.

Exactly what sort of things
have started moving, madame?

It's happened five times,
at least.

I come back --
a vase has been turned 'round,

a picture isn't straight.

He won't think I'm mad.

Has, uh,
anything been stolen?

No.

Does anyone else have a key
to your apartment?

Of course not.
I have the only key there is.

So, what you're saying is
you feel you're in danger

because you've come home
a couple of times

and some of your things aren't
exactly where you left them.

I have lived there
for 42 years.

I am extremely tidy.

I know exactly
where everything is.

Has it struck you --

Please don't be offended,
madame,

but isn't it possible that,
uh, as you say,

at your advanced years,

the memory might not be
quite so sharp as it once was?

I mean, even at my age,
occasionally --

And that's
not the only thing.

I am being followed.

Who by?

I don't know who by.
I've never seen them!

That's what's
so frightening.

Chief Inspector Maigret,
my name is Mme. Antoine.

I've followed your career
for years.

It's a great honor
to meet you.

I'm so looking forward
to seeing where you work.

It's a great treat.

[ Telephone rings I]

And my second husband worked
in a department store --

the Galeries Britannique
in the Boulevard Haussmann.

He was in charge
of the ironmongery department.

A very good position.

Madame --

He was marvelous with his hands,
you know?

He had a little workroom
in our apartment.

-Now, when you --
-He was so happy there.

And if he'd been alive today,
he would have been 92.

Oh.

Now, you didn't have any
children by either marriage?

Sadly, no.

No surviving relatives?

Well, my second husband
had a son by his first marriage.

He was a widower, you see?

He lives in Venezuela.

Apart from that,
I have a niece -- Angele.

She's a masseuse.

Do you see her often?

Not really.

No.

And I don't have many friends,
either, before you ask.

Most of them are dead,
you see?

But I don't mind.

I go out for a walk
every afternoon --

about 4:00
this time of the year --

so I'll build up an appetite.

Usually to the park.

You meet all sorts
of nice people there.

I've even got my own bench,
you know?

Tell me, madame --
Do you have any pets?

I beg your pardon?

No, I was just looking
for an explanation

of the wandering ornaments.

You know,
I thought, perhaps, pets.

Oh, no, I don't need pets.

[ Telephone rings I]

Maigret.

Lucas thought
you might need rescuing, Chief.

Yes, that's right.

What about your meeting this
afternoon -- the Grandier case?

Oh, yes, yes.
Thank you for reminding me.

Thank you.

I don't need pets.

I live opposite a pet shop.

Oh, the sound
of the birds singing

is so beautiful some days.

You must come
and listen to them.

I'm afraid I'm rather busy.

Would you come today?
Please?

I have an appointment
in a few minutes.

I'll get one of my men
to take you back,

see if he can find anything.

I'll try to drop in tomorrow.

Oh, thank you, Chief Inspector.
You're so kind.

No one else will believe me.

They all think I'm a stupid old
woman that ought to be put away.

Have some breakfast.
You'll get indigestion.

You can't get indigestion if
you haven't had anything to eat.

-Then you'll get heartburn.
-Bye-bye.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Maigret.

When?

I'll be right there.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

The doctor says
she was suffocated

sometime yesterday evening.

MAIGRET: When you
took her back yesterday,

what time did you leave?

About 4:30.

We had a cup of coffee
and a chat.

She seemed fine.

Did she say anything?

She said, uh, you'd promised
to come and see her today,

and she said she was
looking forward to seeing you.

What about the old woman
who found her?

Old Mother Rochin,
they call her.

The nosiest woman
in the building.

She noticed Mme. Antoine's door
was open

when she went out for bread
first thing.

-Where is she now?
-She lives two floors up.

Janvier's with her.

How many floors are there?

Five,
at two apartments a floor.

Find out everything you can.

See if anyone heard
or saw anything

yesterday evening
or a couple of weeks before.

Right, Chief.

[ Bird squawking ]

[ Dog barking ]

[ Birds chirping ]

Angele Louette.
72 Rue Lavande.

-Telephone anywhere?
-I haven't seen one.

[ Birds chirping ]

She's her niece.
I think she works at home.

She's a masseuse.

A masseuse.

No, Lucas,
you come over here.

Send someone younger
and healthier.

I need you over here.

Are they going to
bury her now?

Uh, no, no.

They're, um, going to do
some tests on her.

Ugh.

-Where do you live?
-Across the landing.

Did you know Mme. Antoine?

Of course I did.

She was nice.
Really smart too.

When did you see her last?

Um...yesterday evening.

She was going out.

Do you remember what time?

It was nearly 6:00.

I know because
I was talking to the parrot

outside M. Caille's shop.

He always takes it in
at 6:00.

-Am I being helpful?
-Extremely.

I suppose you don't know
where she was going?

Oh, yes.
She told me.

She said she'd missed her walk
in the park that afternoon,

so she was going
for a stroll.

Then she said
I should go in

because it was late
for a little girl.

So I did,
just to please her.

She went out regularly
every afternoon.

To the park, usually.

Same time every day.

That's when whoever it was
must have got in.

Except for yesterday,

when, according to
Janvier's new little friend,

she went out
later than usual.

Because Lapointe
was having coffee with her.

Exactly.

Presumably she came back
from her walk

and caught the murderer
in her apartment.

[ Birds squawking, chirping ]

Has he seen anyone
hanging around?

No.
Well, he says not.

-Bet that bird could tell us.
-Perhaps.

Unless it was someone
inside the block.

Do you really believe
her story, Chief?

I'd have sworn
she was just imagining things.

She must have known him.

Otherwise,
why would he kill her?

After all, if she hadn't
recognized him,

then he could have run off.

We have to find out
what it is he was looking for.

Didn't she tell you
what it was?

She didn't know.

What if
he's already found it?

Then we don't stand a chance
in hell of catching him.

[ Dog barking ]

235,000 francs
over 25 years.

Not a single withdrawal.

Not a very exciting life,
is it?

What do you think
this is?

You found that
in the kitchen?

Yeah.
What do you think it's for?

I've no idea.

LUCAS: What do you think
this is, Chief?

Looks like oil.

Smells like gun oil.

Been a gun in that drawer.

-I1 wonder where it is now.
-[ Door opens I]

EMILE: Hello?

Where are you?

[ Door closes ]

Are you in?

Who are you?

I was gonna ask you
the same question.

I-I've come to see my aunt.

Where is she?

But that's just awful.

She was my great-aunt.
My mother's aunt.

But you can't call someone
"great-aunt," can you?

Your mother
is Angele Louette.

Is she the next of kin?

Uh, yes.

But don't expect her
to rush over.

They weren't exactly...

...bosom pals.

[ Chuckles ] You know,
come to think of it,

she'll probably be over
any minute,

desperate to get her hands
on her money.

She always
hated me coming here.

She was convinced I was trying
to muscle in on the will.

She regards it as her own
personal pension fund.

And you're not interested
in money?

Oh, I've never had any.

I'm not particularly bothered,
so long as I can get by.

You don't work at all?

I play guitar in the cafés
in the Latin Quarter.

The rest of the time,
I write songs.

Which the world shows no signs
of being desperate to buy.

Why did you come to see
your great-aunt today?

Because I liked her.

I often popped in.

[ Sniffles ]

She made me laugh.

[ Sniffles ]

Tell me, Emile --

What were you doing yesterday
evening between 6:00 and 8:00?

I wasn't murdering my aunt,
if that's what you mean.

And if I was, I'd hardly have
come back this morning, would I?

If you want to pin it
on someone in the family,

there's a much more
convincing culprit than me.

Or isn't it considered
good taste to point the finger

at your own flesh and blood?

[ Breathing heavily ]

Inspector Maigret.

Chief Inspector Maigret.

Well, well, well.

Still living a life of sin
and debauchery, are you, Marcel?

It'll catch up with you
one day.

Don't know
what you're talking about.

I can't help it
if I'm out of work.

I'm looking
for Angele Louette.

Now, don't tell me -- She's the
latest love of your life, hmm?

How old is she?

507 557

That's about your normal style,
isn't it?

Yeah, well,
what's it to do with you?

So, where is she?

She popped back for lunch.

Popped back for what?

Then she rushed off
to see a client.

She was a bit late.

And I fell asleep.
Is that allowed?

I suppose you've come
about her aunt.

She was very upset
when she heard.

Who'd have done something
like that?

Everybody's upset.
It's easy to be upset.

Where were you
yesterday evening, Marcel?

Me?

And don't tell me
you don't remember,

or I might forget
my better nature.

No, I remember exactly.

I had an aperitif in Boulevard
Saint-Germain about 6:00.

Then I came back
and met Angele,

and a bit later
we went for a meal.

Ask her if you want.

I can tell you
the name of the restaurant.

How long ago was it?

Three, four years?

He used to work in a bar
on the Rue Fontaine.

He was known
as Le Petit Marcel then.

Didn't he used to be part of
that Corsican gang?

-We never managed to prove it.
-[ Telephone rings ]

Do you think he killed her?

I don't know.
I can't make sense of it.

There's nothing
from the neighbors.

Not a shred
of evidence anywhere.

Ah, just the man.

I'd like you to go

to the Galeries Britannique
tomorrow morning,

find out everything you can

about Mme. Antoine's
second husband.

He used to run
the ironmongery department.

What about
the first husband?

Lapointe's dealing with it.
Not that he'll find anything.

He died 40 years ago.

Chief?
That was forensics.

They've analyzed the oil stain
you found.

You're right -- It was
from a revolver or a pistol.

Well, whatever it is, it's not
in the apartment, not anymore.

Anyway, she wasn't shot.
She was suffocated.

[ Knock on door ]

You must be
Chief Inspector Maigret.

I recognize you
from my aunt's scrapbook.

I'm Angele Louette.

I'm sorry
I couldn't get to you before.

I've been...

[Sniffles] extremely busy
all day.

[ Cries ]

Is something the matter?

[ Inhales deeply ]

It's Marcel.

I went to my apartment
before I came here.

We had a row. A violent row.
The only sort he ever has.

Could you tell us
what it was about?

What we always row about --

why he's such a layabout,
why he won't earn a living.

[ Sighs ]

I told him to go.
[ Chuckles ]

I'm always telling him to go,
but this time I meant it.

Had to give him
30,000 francs.

Payoff money, he called it.

And then he couldn't go
fast enough.

Do you know
where he's gone?

Back home, I suppose.

He has a rented room
in the Hotel de Nantes.

Good idea.
Rush off and arrest him!

I'd like that!

Tell me...

-Did you visit your aunt often?
-[ Door closes I]

Oh.

About once a month.

The last time I saw her
was three weeks ago.

I should have gone and seen her
more often,

but, uh, we didn't get on.

There's no point in denying it.
She was a suspicious old woman.

She thought the only reason
I came to see her

was to make sure
I got her money --

not that there's much,
as far as I can see.

I talked to your son
this morning.

[ Laughs ]

Oh, well,
then I'm wasting my breath.

He'll have convinced you

that I'm an evil,
moneygrubbing monster.

He's very good at that.

Did he also tell you
that, uh,

he borrowed money from my aunt
when he went there,

that she kept money in a drawer
especially for him?

Old women always like him.
It's that weak, helpless look.

It means
you can get away with murder.

Well...you know what I mean.

You don't seem very fond
of your son, madame.

Mademoiselle.

I love him,
but I don't like him.

Isn't that the expression?

I resent the fact that I've
had to work hard all my life,

while he manages
to drift through his days,

having a good time
doing virtually nothing.

So you have a son,
but you're not married?

[ Chuckles ]

Emile's father walked out
the day he was born.

[ Chuckles ] Thank God!

I don't need men
to support me.

I wish I didn't need them
for other things,

but, uh,
unfortunately I do.

Luckily there are
a lot of them about.

Does that shock you?

I was thinking --
Your aunt had a gun.

Did you know that?

But that's absurd.

She was terrified of guns.

She hated that sort of thing.

She kept it in her bedroom.

So, what was she scared of?

Or should I say "who"?

Pleased to see me?

Overjoyed.

I could tell you
to unpack all this.

I could tell you
what to do with yourself.

You can't charge me.
I haven't done anything.

So, what you running away from?

Not from you.
Don't flatter yourself.

From Angele the sergeant major,
if you want to know.

She's gone out of her mind.

I'm sick of being insulted
and pushed about.

Just because I was
still in bed when she got back.

Where are you going?

As far away from her
as I can.

Marseilles.
I got friends there.

I want the address.

Well, you can't have it.
They don't know I'm coming yet.

Jacques will know where I am.

At the Bar de I'Amiral,
Quai de Fiacre.

That good enough for you?

Tell me something, Marcel.

Why'd she give you
all that money?

Why do you think?

So I'll be sure
to come back for more.

She can't live without me.
She goes to pieces.

But that's her problem.
I've had enough.

Bye-bye.

[ Door opens I]

I don't like the colors.

They're the same colors
as when you agreed to buy it.

I don't like them.

There's no point
in blaming the rug.

What you mean is

that if you hadn't gone
to get the rug with me,

you wouldn't have
been in a hurry afterwards.

Then you might have gone back
with the old woman,

and she might be alive now.

I'm amazed you even managed
to get back for dinner.

I thought
you'd have been rushing about,

making up for lost time.

Oh.

I didn't mean it like that.

Sorry.

Never seen him, I'm afraid.

Have you? Come on.
Have you?

He's a great talker, you know?
Swears in three languages.

Any news of Marcel?

Yeah. I've just had a call.
He's arrived at Marseilles.

-They're keeping a tail on him.
-Well, that's a start.

All we need now is for someone
to actually find something.

-[ Door opens I]
-JANVIER: Ah, Chief.

[ Door closes ]

I've been
to that department store

where Mme. Antoine's
second husband worked.

Apparently he was a bit, uh...

You know?

Must have been what
attracted them to each other.

He used to go 'round
saying he was an inventor.

Well, he was,
in his spare time.

He even sold a couple of things
to a hardware manufacturer.

One of them was a new design
for a bicycle pump.

Another was a potato peeler.

Was that what you found
in the kitchen?

Must have been.

LUCAS: Excuse me.

You saying someone
killed the old lady

for the sake
of a potato peeler?

MAIGRET: Who knows?

Murders have been committed
for considerably less, my son.

[ Birds chirping ]

No, I haven't.

Do you know, young man,
I've lived here 35 years,

and this is the first time

that anything of any interest
has ever happened?

[ Door opens I]

[ Sighs ]

Angele's just turned up,
Chief.

They brought the coffin back,

and she's in there with it,
with the body.

With the body?
Can I see it?

-No, you certainly can't.
-Why not?

It's a terrible thing to happen.
Such a nice old thing.

Do you know this man,
madame?

Uh, I'm not sure.

I mean, I don't want to get
anyone into trouble,

but, well, about a week ago
I was bringing Suzanne back --

I remember!

He came running out of
the front door here

just as we were coming in.

He nearly knocked us over.

[ Door opens I]

What are you doing here?

I've come to pay
my last respects.

Nonsense.

You want something from me.
What is it?

Did you know that Marcel
was here one day last week?

How do you know?

Did he tell you?

That would have been difficult.
He's in Marseilles.

Did you know
that's where he was?

No.

Are you sure the last time you
came here was three weeks ago?

Yes. Quite sure.

£ Guettant ma porte £

# J'écoute en vain ~

£ Hélas, plus rien £

# Plus rien ne vient #

What a lovely evening.

-# J'attendrai #2
-You seem better.

£2 Le jour et la nuit #2

£2 J'attendrai toujours #2

# Ton retour £

# J'attendrai #

£ Car l'oiseau qui s'enfuit
vient chercher l'oubli #

# Dans son nid #

£2 Le temps passait court #

# En battant tristement #

# Dans mon coeur si lourd £

£ Et pourtant j'attendrai 2

# Ton retour £

They can have an encore
for that.

I'd prefer it
if you'd answer a question.

Oh. Dear.

-I should have known.
-Won't take long.

Did you know your aunt
had a gun?

Yes, I did.

How?
Did she talk to you about it?

No.

Well, I was having coffee
with her one day.

She had a cold, you see?

She didn't have a handkerchief,
so I went to look for one.

Well, I opened the drawer,
and there it was.

Look, it's true.

What a lucky woman

to have a caring,
devoted young man to rely on.

What did she say when
you told her what you'd found?

I didn't tell her.

Why? Because you didn't want her
to know you'd taken it?

I didn't take it.
What are you talking about?

What did you want it for,
Emile?

I said I didn't take it.

And who did
you talk to about it afterwards?

No one.

-Not even your mother?
-Especially not my mother.

Why are you doing this
to me?

We're going through your son's
place, too, mademoiselle,

at this very moment.

What are you looking for,
hmm?

Tell me that.

LUCAS: Chief?

Take your feet
off my chair!

Some oil up here,
mixed in with the dirt.

Fresh gun oil.

Can you explain that,
mademoiselle?

There's never been
a gun in here.

It's ridiculous.

I must ask you
to be at my office

at 4:00 this afternoon,
mademoiselle.

That's an official summons.

It must be Marcel's.

He must have taken it with him
to Marseilles!

4:00, mademoiselle.

But I can't.

How can I?
I'm a professional woman!

I've got clients to see!

Why do you all hate me?!
Why do you all hate me so much?!

Mmm.

It's delicious, Chief.

Good.

Why don't you have some?

The little girl.

She and her mother thought
they might have seen Marcel

about a week before
the old woman died.

But they didn't
mention Angele.

Well, don't you think
she stole the gun, then?

You just trying
to scare her?

She's more like a man
than a woman.

There's something about her.
Don't you think?

She needs men.

She uses them,
then throws them away.

Has he?

Yep, got that.

Thanks for your help.

Chief, Marcel's just been
to see Pepito Giovanni.

Giovanni?
The gangster?

Retired gangster.

[ Telephone rings I]

Lapointe.

Right. Thanks.

She's on her way up.

Good man.
[ Clears throat ]

I didn't kill my aunt.

You can put that down
for a start.

You didn't kill her, but you
admit you didn't like her.

Oh.

I'm glad she's dead.
Absolutely.

She was mean and devious.

She made fools like you

take her for a sweet, dear
old lady,

when she really was
hard as nails.

Why did you hate her
so much?

Because she wouldn't give you
the money you wanted?

[ Chuckles ]

Funnily enough,
I've been thinking.

I might do quite well
out of her after all.

Two widows' pensions.
She never spent a thing.

Might be quite a nice
little nest egg,

and only Emile and me
to benefit from it.

Of course, if we proved
that you'd murdered her,

you wouldn't benefit at all.

Tell me about the gun we found
on top of your wardrobe.

It was your aunt's gun,
I assume?

Well, it couldn't have been used
to kill her, could it?

She was suffocated.

Who put it there --
you or your lover?

Lover? [ Scoffs ]

There's no love
in our relationship.

There never was.

I think you were right,
mademoiselle.

I think Marcel did take

your aunt's gun with him
to Marseilles.

When did I say that?

When we found the oil stain
in your apartment.

I don't remember.

Nevertheless.

Why would he do
a thing like that?

Why would he take the gun
with him?

Who knows?

To kill someone, perhaps.

Or to sell it.

Surely they must have
perfectly good guns of their own

to sell in Marseilles.

Marcel has been to see a man
called Pepito Giovanni --

a bald, fat gangster,
but a gangster all the same.

Doesn't it worry you at all

that your lover
might be in danger from him?

Worried? [ Laughs ]
Why should 1?

[ Laughs ]

You mean
you don't want me to come.

-II'd love you to come, but --
-But it's work.

And you're very sorry,
but I might get in the way.

-That sort of thing, yes.
-Mm.

Anyway, you know how
you hate sleeping on trains.

Mm.

Good morning, Chief Inspector.
Where to first?

A place that does
a good breakfast,

then off to see Marcel.

Well, I'm flattered

you've come all this way
to see me, Chief Inspector.

I just hope
I can be of help.

I'm sure you can, Marcel.

First tell me how you got
into Mme. Antoine's apartment.

I've never been
in her apartment.

I've never even been
in the building.

-Two people say you have.
-Who?

A mother and a daughter.
They saw you running out.

Oh, yeah?
Swear to it, will they?

You're wasting my time,
Marcel.

You mean
they won't swear to it?

How'd you get in?
Pick the lock, did you?

So how old is this little girl?
2, is she? 37

She's considerably older.
9 or 10.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, a very reliable witness,
then.

An open-and-shut case.

Well, I'm terrified,
Chief Inspector.

I really am.

When did Angele first tell you
about the revolver?

What revolver?

The revolver you sold
to Pepito Giovanni.

That is why you went to see him,
isn't it?

He's a friend of mine.

I went to see him
‘cause he's a friend.

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

Oh, well, that's lucky.

I mean,
if he wasn't a friend,

he wouldn't be
too pleased to know

that you'd got the gun
by murdering an old woman.

You're not getting me to admit
to a murder I didn't commit.

Mm.

Well, if you didn't,
you were certainly an accessory.

I'm doing this
for your own protection, Marcel.

You'd be safer
in a prison cell in Paris.

I mean it.

Giovanni's not gonna be
too pleased to know

that you've landed him
with a vital clue

in a murder case, is he?

You're mad.
Why should I give him a gun?

I don't know.

Perhaps because it was
a very special sort of gun,

something Mme. Antoine's
husband invented.

Is that it?

I can't imagine
where you got hold of the idea

that I've ever been involved
in anything like that.

It's so preposterous.

It's almost amusing.

Why did Marcel Savoyard come
to see you yesterday afternoon?

It's hardly up to me

who chooses to come to
my front door, Chief Inspector.

But what I can say is

that if I ever were to be
approached by such a person,

I would almost certainly
make contact with you

or one of your colleagues
immediately.

For my own protection,
if nothing else.

You own a number of hotels
and casinos.

-Am I right?
-Yes. Yes, I do.

But I'm retired now,
of course.

I take
no active part anymore.

Why?

Well, I was just thinking,
if it were to come out

that you'd been involved
with Marcel in any way at all,

we might be forced
to take on extremely hard view

of all
your business interests --

harder than you'd ever imagine,
M. Giovanni.

Mademoiselle.

Can't you leave me alone,
even here?

Has Marcel
tried to telephone you?

Of course not.
Why should he?

He knows he's not getting
any more money out of me.

I have some news for you.

The deal is off.

What deal?

The deal he was trying to do
with Giovanni.

He doesn't like dealing
in tainted goods.

I'm afraid your aunt died
for nothing, mademoiselle.

Mademoiselle?

I want to you to be at my office
at 9:00 tomorrow morning.

Bring a suitcase with what
personal effects you might need.

So you're arresting me
at last?

Possibly.

God, I thought
hated you before.

Oh, and don't try
to leave Paris.

I'm putting a 24-hour watch
on you and your apartment.

Mme. Antoine
came here every day.

She probably had
a special seat.

So tomorrow you're gonna make
her poor niece confess?

Poor niece?

How old did you say she was --
50, 557

And didn't you say she was plain
and without charm?

Doesn't affect the fact that
she probably murdered her aunt.

LUCAS: Sorry to bother you
at home, Chief.

Been trying to get you
all evening.

I telephoned I don't know
how many times.

MAIGRET: We went out for a walk
and then a meal.

-What is it?
-Bad news, I'm afraid.

Looks like your meeting with
Giovanni worked rather too well.

Evening, madame.

Marcel was fished out the river
this afternoon.

He'd been knifed.

Two deaths.

No chance of pinning it
on Giovanni, I suppose?

Well, he was obviously making
an example of Marcel,

but I don't think he left
a visiting card on him, no.

No.
We have to try, though.

Still, hardly surprising,
is it?

I suppose not.

Well, at least it saved us
the cost of a trial.

I'll get you a drink.

I believe you lied to me,
mademoiselle,

right from the start.

I don't think
you rowed with Marcel.

I don't think you threw him
out of your apartment.

I think you knew exactly
where he was going and why.

It was an act
put on for my benefit.

You also helped him
get the revolver.

You don't think I'm gonna admit
to any of this, do you?

I'm not stupid.

You don't expect me to,
surely.

Will you tell me which one
of you killed your aunt?

[ Clicks tongue ]

I have something to say to you,
mademoiselle,

that might come as a shock.

Marcel is dead.

He was found yesterday.

He'd been knifed
in the back.

It's not true.

I'm afraid it is.

It's a trap.

No.
I'm sorry.

You know that I loved him,
don't you?

Yes.

The row we had --

You were right.

It was
to put you off the track.

I told him about the revolver
by chance.

I was astonished
he was so excited.

What was so special
about the revolver?

I remember watching my uncle
working on it, um...

...12, 13 years ago.

He'd almost got it right.

It had a silencer built in --

part of the gun.

Marcel was right.
We could have made a fortune.

So he wanted you
to get hold of the gun.

How did you get in?
Did he pick the lock?

It was one night
when she'd gone to bed.

He made wax impressions
of all her keys.

And then he made me
go in and look.

He said it was safer.

When she was out
for her afternoon walk.

Yes.

Went four times.
I...

I-1 couldn't find the thing.

It was stupid.
I didn't look properly.

I was -- I was terrified
that she'd come back.

How many times did Marcel go?

Twice.

Once when the little girl
saw him.

And, well...

...the night she died.

Why didn't he go
in the afternoon?

Isn't that a little odd?

Well, he did.
He -- He...

He was walking down the street,

and he saw her come out of a car
with a policeman and go inside.

And then he waited
until the policeman left.

And then a little later,
my aunt came out.

Only she didn't stay out
for as long as usual.

It was getting late,
I suppose.

And then he suffocated her.

And came back and told you.

No.
I wasn't there.

I had an appointment
with a client.

Mme. de la Roche.

61 Boulevard Saint-Germain.

She kept me gossiping
afterwards. She always does.

I didn't get back
until after 8:00.

Why didn't you tell me
you had an alibi?

If I had,

you'd have known
that Marcel was guilty.

I'd have done anything...

...anything not to lose him.

[ Crying ]

I see.

Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Chief, I've just talked
to Mme. de la Roche.

Seemed genuine enough.

She confirms Angele Louette
was with her until 8:00,

when her husband came in.

So he saw her too.

Thank you.

How old are you,
Angele?

56.

But don't tell my clients.
They might think I'm past it.

I won't.

You're free, Angele.
You may go.

But...

I see.

Good luck.

Thank you.

I suppose.

MAIGRET:
She shielded Marcel,

she hid a stolen firearm
in her apartment,

but she didn't murder
her aunt.

And if a fat, balding gangster
in a big house in Marseilles

can get away with murder...

Exactly.

[ Sighs ]

Two people dead.

They'd still be alive
if I'd done things differently.

Oh, not just you.

If I'd gone to see Mme. Antoine
when she wanted me to.

If I hadn't said what I did
to Giovanni.

Both deaths
are my responsibility.

There's no avoiding that.

Unfortunately.

I'm beginning
to quite like the rug.

You're beginning
to forgive it.

You can't do everything.

You can't be everywhere.

Not even you.

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