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[ Waltz-musette music playing I]

[ Woman vocalizing ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Footsteps I]

-Chief Inspector Maigret?
-Yes.

-I'm Inspector Bonneau.
-Hello, Bonneau.

I won't say
welcome to Orgeval.

It's not a place
I'd welcome anyone to.

Well, I'm a country boy,
myself.

Nice to get out of Paris
now and again.

[ Train whistle blows ]

I was born a Parisian.

If it wasn't for the job,
that's where I'd be.

MAIGRET: [ Chuckles ]

The murder
was the day before yesterday?

Yes, in a little place
called Jeanneville.

Let's go.

MAIGRET:
Is it far?

BONNEAU:
Just outside the town.

And even deader
than here.

If that's possible.

That young girl's
still looking after the house.

Doesn't look like
a maid to me.

Dresses like royalty.
Thinks she's queen of the place.

MAIGRET:
Was Lapie a native?

BONNEAU: No. He came
from the coast -- Fecamp.

Lost his leg at sea
and bought a place here.

The natives
called him Peg Leg.

Not very original,
but that's them.

Dull as ditch water.

A man shot in his bedroom
from point-blank range,

and no sign of any robbery.

Suggests the presence
of some sort of passion.

Oh, behind closed doors,
I'm sure there is.

Especially in that house.

60-year-old man
and a 24-year-old girl.

How long ago
did he come here?

Seven years.

Brought the girl with him
as a servant, officially.

Oh, she's the key to it all.
I've no doubt of that.

Our only problem is --

Well, your only problem
is why and how.

My sergeant's not with me yet,
I'm afraid.

Would you drop my bags
at the inn in Orgeval?

-Right.
-[ Car door closes I

He'll get more than
he bargained for from her.

[ Doorbell rings I]

Mlle. Félice?

I'm Chief Inspector Maigret.

I'd like to talk to you
if I may.

Yes?

May I come inside?

What for?

Because, mademoiselle, there's
been a murder in this house,

and I'm the police officer
in charge of the case.

Where do you suggest
we go to talk?

Wherever you like.

-In here?
-If you like.

-Where's the kitchen?
-Back there.

Would you care
to lead the way?

Now, Félice, tell me --

How long have you been employed
by M. Lapie?

He was not my employer.

What was he, then?

You can't expect me to reveal
secrets which --

which concern others
as much as they do me.

That would be
breach of trust.

"Breach of trust"?

I'm sure you understand
what that means.

Do you mind?

Are you insinuating
you were his mistress?

What do you take me for?

His daughter, then?

I refuse to answer that.

One day everyone will know
the truth, and then they'll...

Well, let me think of a question
you might be willing to answer,

like when did you last see
Jules Lapie alive?

Monday morning
before I went out.

He was gardening.

You saw him
through the window?

Yes.

He was picking tomatoes.

MAIGRET:
Was he alone?

Of course.
Who else would be there?

Well, evidently somebody was --
or very soon afterwards, anyway.

Now, Félice, I'd like you to
show me exactly what you did

from the moment you say
you last saw Jules Lapie alive.

Mme. Chochoi, the chief
inspector wants me to do

exactly as I did
on Monday morning.

You remember
that I came into the shop?

Oh, yes, you did.
But you do every day.

Yes.

Now, you said that you came in
here on Monday morning at 10:15.

How can you be so sure
of the time?

The clock's always right.

Yes, it is, and you always
come at the same time.

What did you buy?

A pound of butter, two cutlets,
a tin of tomatoes.

Um, hairpins, pepper.

Milk, of course.
Was there anything else?

Your film magazine.

And one of the books.

"The Silken Tempest,"
wasn't it?

Yes.

And here we are,
back again.

Tell me -- Do you always
go out through the front door

and in through the back?

No, sometimes I go
out through the back

and in through the front.

On Monday,
I did it this way, though.

Mm. 35 minutes.

That's where
I expected M. Jules to be.

And what did you think
when he wasn't there?

I assumed he'd gone indoors
for a glass of wine.

There's a small barrel of rosé
in the cellar.

Did he drink a lot?

Only when he was thirsty.

And on Monday morning,
what did you do next?

I went into my room.

[ Door opens I]

I took off my hat
and tidied my hair.

Have you got a boyfriend?

I said,
have you got a boyfriend?

My private life's
no concern of yours.

MAIGRET: No matter.
We'll soon find out.

FELICE:
You won't find anything out.

MAIGRET:
You think so?

Then I remembered
I hadn't opened the window

in M. Jules' room.

-So you went in there?
-Yes.

-The door was closed?
-Yes.

-You opened it?
-Of course. I was going in.

Go on, then.

-Did you scream?
-Wouldn't you?

Oh, no. I've been specially
trained not to scream.

What about the gun?

There was no gun.

Didn't you read
the police report?

What will you do,
now he's dead?

I hadn't thought about it.

-Will you stay here?
-I might.

I must ask you not to leave
this area without informing me.

Do you think I killed him?

My private thoughts
are no concern of yours.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Sighs ]

Little madame.

Come on.

Where'd she get
the veil from?

Borrowed it from the shop.

She needs
her bottom smacked.

You're telling me.

LUCAS:
Know who the others are?

MAIGRET: The bad-tempered one
is his brother, Ernest --

ship's carpenter.

There's his wife, Louise,
and their two children.

There's a couple of cousins
I haven't met yet.

The young man
is Jacques Petillon,

Lapie's nephew.

He's a musician
of some sort.

The two at the back
are local.

Seems they used to play cards
with Lapie.

Doesn't seem much like
a motive for murder,

even in a place like this.

Anima eius et animae omnium
fidelium defunctorum

per misericordiam Dei
requiescant in pace.

Amen.

ERNEST:
Who's she think she is?

She's not even
a relation.

PRIEST: Pater noster,
qui es in caelis,

sanctificetur nomen tuum.

Adveniat regnum tuum.

Stay with her, Lucas.

LOUISE:
You go next.

PRIEST:
...sicut in caelo et in terra.

Panem nostrum quotidianum
da nobis hodie,

et dimitte nobis
debita nostra

sicut et nos dimittimus
debitoribus nostris.

Et ne nos inducas
in tentationem,

sed libera nos a malo.

Amen.

[ Bell chiming ]

-You coming back?
-If I may.

What's all this
about a will?

We've never had wills
in our family.

All went to the heir.

I'm the brother.
I'm the heir.

According to Félice.

Felice.

Did you know
your uncle well?

Um, II-1 live in Paris.
I didn't see him very much.

He was very good to me
when my mother died.

Awful business, this.

[ Engine turns over ]

Hey!

Stop!

Where the hell's she got to?

Any longer, and we'll read
the will without her.

I'm dying for a drink.

There's a barrel downstairs.

I don't suppose
anyone would mind.

We'll bring up a jug.

MAIGRET:
So your brother was a sailor?

A sailor?
[ Laughs ]

My brother, a sailor?

I thought
he'd lost his leg at sea.

My brother was a clerk,

a bookkeeper to a firm
of ships chandlers.

Sometimes the job
took him on board a ship.

-So how did he --
-One day the crew got him drunk.

He woke up in the hold.

Only by this time, the ship
was on its way to Chile.

[ Laughs ]

So how did he lose his leg?

Someone picked a fight with him,
threw him through the skylight.

He spent years
suing the shipping company.

Did he win?

Well, enough to buy
this place,

and a decent pension
on top of it.

Would he have spent it all,

or would he have something
to leave?

Oh, he's got something
to leave, all right.

Could she be his daughter?

What, Félice?

I mean illegitimate.

Her mother was a washerwoman.
Her father's a drunk.

I know both of them.

She was one of seven kids.

I found her for Jules when he
was looking for a housekeeper.

Felt sorry for her.

Would you believe?

Excuse me, Chief.
Can I have a word?

Got a flea in your ear,
did you, Lucas?

Did I say
it was your fault?

Well, we're doing
all we can.

Yeah, we've circulated.

-Janvier.
-Just a minute, Lucas.

They've found the truck.
A motorcycle's following it.

It's just entering Paris.

They've found it, Lucas.

Well, thank God for that.

No, no, no. The chief
doesn't want her picked up.

He wants her followed --

by you, if you can get there
quick enough.

He wants a report
of everything she does.

And don't lose her, please.

Ha ha ha.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Are you sure you want me to?

ERNEST: Read it.

"I, Jules Lapie,
the undersigned,

being sound in mind and body,
do declare in the presence --"

Oh, skip all that.
Who does it go to, then?

"Having regard to the attitude
that my brother and his wife

saw fit to adopt
at the time of my accident..."

-What?
-What's he talking about?

"...and having regard
to the conduct

of my nephew,
Jacques Petillon --"

What did you do, then?

I-1 don't know.

Oh, come on. Come on.
Who does it go to?

Everything goes to Félice.

Oh, my God.

The scheming bitch.

FELICE:
Excuse me.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Door closes ]

Ah. You're back.

That's his hat.

-Tell me, my dear --
-I'm not your dear.

Tell me, Félice --

"Mlle. Félice,"
if you don't mind.

I asked you
not to leave Jeanneville.

Well, you couldn't stop me,
could you? So there.

What did you go
to Paris for?

-Hmm? Just for the ride.
-Really?

I shall soon have
a detailed report

on where you went
and what you did.

Don't think I didn't see
that oaf following me.

What oaf?

You're sure you've nothing more
to tell me?

Think it over
while you still have time.

I have thought it over.

You realize the will
left everything to you?

Of course it did.

You're not hiding anything
from me?

If you're as clever
as they say,

how could I hide anything
from you?

If they'd found a gun,
I'd have said he did it himself.

He was miserable enough to,
most of the time.

What about the girl?

She's even more pig-headed
than him.

Old Jules used to call her
his Polly Parrot

because of the funny clothes
she wears.

-And they've always lived alone?
-Yes.

Well, except in
the young man's time.

-Young man?
-The one who was at the funeral.

Oh, the nephew?

Yes. He was there for six months
about a year ago.

Seems he's always had
pretty poor health,

and his uncle thought some
country air would do him good.

Going to be a great musician --
so we were told.

Joseph was on the town
not so long ago,

saw him playing the sax
in some cheap dive

called The Pelican Club.

Is that why he left,
because he got a job?

He left here because the old man
kicked him out.

Why was that?

Tell me, where did the young man
sleep while he lived there?

Ah.

There was nothing
between Peg Leg and Félice.

Am I saying there was?

All I'm saying is that
when the nephew arrived,

he was put in Peg Leg's room.

Peg Leg moved
into Félice's room,

and Félice moved
into the room beyond.

There was no other door
in that room.

She had to go through his
to get to hers.

They were cut off together.
That's all I'm saying.

And the nephew was tucked
well out of the way.

-But that doesn't prove a thing.
-I'm not saying it does.

All I'm saying is...
it was very odd.

[ Mid-tempo jazz music playing ]

[ Applause ]

Don't know where he is.
Just didn't show up.

A saxophonist
is a very strange bird,

with habits all his own.

Do you know where he lives?

I've only been in this palace
a few days, me.

Pascal.

You know where Jacques
has his nest?

Some flea pit
called the Hotel Beausejour

in the Rue Lepic.

You tell him from me, if he
doesn't show tomorrow, he's out.

[ Laughing ]

[ Dog barking ]

[ Vehicle approaching ]

[ Cat meows ]

[ Birds chirping ]

Croissant, Chief Inspector,
and coffee with brandy.

Thank you.

Chief Inspector?
Telephone.

Ah!

[ Door opens I]

[ Door closes ]

He slept for a couple of hours,
then came out again.

He's obviously
in a terrible state.

-Shall we pull him in?
-MAIGRET: No, no. Not yet.

No, we've got nothing on him.
He might lead us somewhere.

Keep following him.

Good morning, Lucas.
Lovely morning.

-Where'd you get that, Chief?
-Landlord lent it to me.

Thought it might help me
get around, you know?

Any news?

Bit of action
might have warmed me up.

Mm. Go and get some food
and some sleep.

I could do with some.

She's still in there,
I suppose?

Ah, yes.

Morning, mademoiselle.

[ Door closes ]

January the 13th --
"Why isn't he here?"

January the 15th --
"Begged him."

19th --
"Tortured by uncertainty."

23rd, January -- "At last."

January the 24th --
"Oh, what bliss."

25th -- "More bliss.

His lips again.
What heaven."

January the 27th --
"Can life be so cruel?"

29th --
"Oh, to escape, to escape.”

What's his name?

None of your business.

Married, is he?

The great passion, was it?
You might as well tell me.

-This man visit you here?
-Why shouldn't he?

-Was your employer aware of it?
-He was not my employer.

Was Jules Lapie aware of it?

My life is my own.
I do as I please.

[ Dog barking ]

Well, hello.

Hello.

-The club last night.
-Oh, yes, yes.

Jazz, please.

-Find Jacques?
-Uh, no. No, I didn't, no.

Ah, well.
Daresay you will.

Very strange birds,
saxophonists.

[ Bell rings ]

Yes. There was one man
in particular, yes.

And she suffered for him.
I'm sure of that.

Oh, some days I felt
very sorry for her.

And those people who said
how stuck up she was,

well, I take no notice
of them.

They were only young men
she wouldn't dance with.

Did she mention
her lover's name?

Oh, no.

And it wasn't my business
to inquire.

The only thing I will say
is this --

I got the impression
from something she said

that, if in the end
it all went wrong,

she wouldn't be past
doing harm to herself.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

Felice?

Felice?

FELICE: [ Crying ]

What's the matter?

Leave me alone, for God's sake.
Leave me alone!

What's the matter? Tell me.
Sit up. Come on.

Why are you so horrible
to me?

Me? Horrible?

Félice, I only want
what's best for you.

Heavens above,
there's been a murder.

I'm not saying
you committed it,

but you certainly had
the opportunity.

And you're his sole heir,

the only one to benefit
from his death.

On the face of it,
you should be under arrest.

Go on.
I'm ready.

No, no.

That's not what I want.
I want your help.

The person who took advantage
of your absence

to kill your employer --

I'm sorry,
to kill Jules Lapie --

must have had
an intimate knowledge

of your household routine.

Are you listening to me?

Yes.

So it's unlikely to have been
a complete stranger, is it, hmm?

Now, if you have a lover,
you must tell me his name.

I'm not saying
he committed the murder,

but you must tell me
who he is.

You must tell me his name.

Does it give you pleasure
to bully me?

Oh, for heaven's sake,
Felice.

It's because I'm a woman,
isn't it?

-What?
-You men are all the same.

It's all you think about.

Like the ones in the village.
They all want the same thing.

If that's what you want,
say so.

-I'd rather that than --
-That's not what I want.

Let's go down
to the kitchen and --

Something terrible's
going to happen. I know it!

-What are you talking about?
-It'll be all your fault.

I don't know, but if they find
me dead, you'll be to blame.

No one's
going to find you dead.

I'm going to get away from here,
where no one knows where I am.

No, I'm afraid
you have to stay here.

Oh, well,
we'll see about that.

You planning to run off
with Jacques Petillon?

W-Why would I do that?

Is he your lover?

A baby like him?
He's barely 20 yet.

Is that why Jules Lapie
kicked him out of the house?

-Because he was jealous?
-Jealous?

There was nothing
between M. Jules and me.

He left you all his money.
Must have been very fond of you.

And why shouldn't he be?

He and Jacques didn't see
eye to eye, that's all.

How could he be jealous?
It wouldn't be right.

What do you mean,
it wouldn't be --

I'm answering no more questions
from you.

Are you trying
to shield somebody?

I'm shielding nobody!
Nobody!

All you can do
is bully me.

I'm gonna file a complaint
against you.

Go ahead.
I'm going back to my hotel.

-[ Thunder crashing ]
-Ohhl

-Please! Don't go!
-Why not?

Please.
I'm terrified of thunder.

[ Doorbell rings I]

I'll go.

[ Rain pounding ]

Can't stand on ceremony,
Chief.

It's too wet out there.

Hello, son.

Lapointe's just called.

Says he's been
following Petillon all day

and he's not
leading us anywhere,

and he looks on the verge
of a nervous breakdown.

Lapointe says
it's vital you get there.

He thinks if you're there,
he might confess.

Mm.
How's the storm?

Passing over, I think.

Oh, well.
[ Sighs ]

I'd better go.

[ "Someone to Watch Over Me"
playing ]

Your drink,
Chief Inspector.

Thank you.

No, unpleasantness,
I hope.

Oh, goodness, no, no.

I just, uh --
I love the music -- jazz.

Ugh! Musicians.

Sax player
didn't turn up last night.

Look at the state
of his hangover.

Tonight there's no bass.

Tomorrow I'll be using
a gramophone.

[ Song ends ]

[ Applause ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I have to talk to you.

I know, son.
Let's get out of here.

I didn't know what to do.

I thought I was
going off my head,

trying to figure out
whether to go to the police.

Well, then I thought,
"No, just say nothing.

Just come back here
and see what happens.”

But then when I saw you
in there,

I knew
I had to say something.

All right, all right.
Let's get to my office.

Is she your mistress?

-Who?
-Félice.

-Félice?
-No?

-No.
-Good man.

Taxil

-[ Gunshot ]
-Ohl

-MAIGRET: God!
-Ahl

[ Footsteps departing ]

[ Groaning ]

-Call an ambulance!
-[ Taxi departing ]

[ Bird calls ]

[ Dog barking ]

Nothing here, Chief, no.

All the excitement
was obviously yours.

All we had here
was another long, cold night.

MAIGRET: Félice?

Felice?

Felice?

Good morning, Félice.

I hope you're satisfied now.

You're quite sure
you didn't fall down the stairs?

I was punched in the face.

By someone you didn't see?

It was 3:00 in the morning.
It was pitch dark.

And of course you didn't think
to turn on the light.

No.

Let's take a look,
shall we?

You were asleep in bed.
Something woke you up.

Then you heard someone
on the stairs.

Yes.
Someone creeping up.

Someone creeping up
the st--

Now do you believe me?

And you were punched
in the face, and he ran off.

Nothing been touched in here
since last night?

No.

That chair
wasn't there yesterday.

Yes, Félice,
I believe you.

Thank youl

I'll have to get the forensic
boys in, see what they think.

Looks to me
as if he wore gloves.

Well,
what you've been through

would be a terrifying experience
for most people.

I presume he came and went
through the back

‘cause, as you know, I left
a policeman at the front.

And neither before
or afterwards

did you throw open the window,
shout for help.

-No.
-May I ask why?

I presume because you thought
you knew who was in this room

and you didn't
want him arrested.

Maybe.

Jacques Petillon couldn't have
been in this room last night.

He was miles away,
in Paris.

How do you --

I was with him,
just after midnight,

in the Rue Lepic.

Somebody shot at him.

Oh, my God.
Jacques.

And you were with him.
You let it happen!

I hate youl
I hate youl

It's all because of youl

[ Crying ] Oh,
my darling Jacques.

So, what's Petillon done?

I didn't say
he'd done anything.

You're not going over his room
for the fun of it.

You boys don't do much
for fun.

[ Cat meows ]

Ohl

My God.

Looks like someone
got here before you.

He can't eat or drink,
you know?

I'd better take these
for the other wards.

Just a peep.
That's all that's allowed.

No talking,
and don't make a sound.

You will save him,
won't you?

I beg you. Do everything you can
to save his life.

-Mademoiselle --
-Spare no expense. Here.

If it's a question of money,
I'll pay whatever it costs.

[ Chuckles ]

You should be ashamed
of yourself, young lady.

Hello, Marcel.

Here we are again.

-Usual rubbish?
-Mostly.

Wallets, watches, and...

[ Chuckles ] Found it
under the floorboards.

You know what he said?

He said someone slipped it into
his pocket going down the Metro.

[ Laughter ]

-Good joke, Henri?
-Very good.

Come on.

Now, will you tell me
the truth?

You'll get nothing
out of me.

Ah. Chief.

[ Door opens I]

[ Door closes ]

Where is it?

It definitely fired the bullet
that killed Lapie.

Found on a raid.

A well-known pickpocket.

That's why they didn't believe
it was planted on him.

She must've done it when she was
going down the Metro.

There was such a crush,
I'd hardly have seen it happen.

But [Chuckles] what a person
to choose, eh?

-A pickpocket.
-[ Laughs ]

Oh, Felice.

-Have you brought her in?
-No.

I sent her home
with a police escort.

But surely, Chief, even if
she didn't do it herself,

she's an accessory
to murder!

-She must bel
-You think so?

If she was
Petillon's mistress --

Never! He was amazed
when I suggested it.

No, no, no, no.

Her whole life is make-believe,
just like in her diary.

You wouldn't believe
what she's put in that.

She covered up for him
by getting rid of the gun.

That doesn't mean
that he asked her to.

And she was playing a part
all the time,

just like she was
forever playing a part with me.

But where
did she get this gun?

That's the real question.

This is a Smith & Wesson,
Janvier.

This is a serious weapon.

Not the sort of thing you expect
to find in Jeanneville.

And who was searching
Petillon's rooms, and why?

My God!
I wonder.

JANVIER: What?

Get me a car straightaway.

Question them all again --
hotel, club.

-Someone must know something.
-Where are you going, Chief?

To Mlle. Félice.
Where else?

[ Doorbell rings I]

Now, think very carefully.

Jacques spent several weeks
in this room, didn't he?

Yes.

Now, how was this room furnished
at the time?

Well, the old brass bed
was put up in here.

That's back in the junk room,
the room behind mine.

The room that I slept in
when Jacques was in here.

Anything else different?
Dressing table?

It's the same.

-Wardrobe?
-Same one.

No, I'm wrong.

There are two of these,
exactly alike.

-What?
-He bought them in an auction.

He moved his own
across the landing

when he slept in there
and put the spare one in here.

What, the one that's now
in the junk room?

Yes.

What are you doing?

Ah.

What's in here?

I have no idea.

We'll soon find out,
won't we?

Dated the 5th of August,
last year.

What are you having
for dinner?

Sausages and mashed potato.

Splendid.
I'll join you, if I may.

I'll just, uh, go down
to the hotel and count this.

Get the potatoes peeled.
I won't be long.

Oh, and Félice, by the way --

I'm sure,
after all you've done for him,

Jacques will love you
and marry you,

and you'll have
lots of children.

-What do you say to that?
-I hate you. Hate you.

And I, my dear Félice,
adore you.

[ Birds chirping ]

Chief!

-Chiefl
-Ahl

Sorry, Chief.
I was just coming up to see you.

Janvier's just phoned.
He's been back to the club.

He thinks he's got a lead --
the missing bass player.

-What?
-Do you know who it is?

Calm down, Lucas.
Tell me over a drink.

Albert Babeau?

Yeah,
but his nickname's "Basie."

They call him Basie
because he --

Because he plays the bass.
Don't tell me.

When Janvier
first went to the club,

he merely questioned Basie about
Jacques as a matter of routine.

When he went back today

and they mentioned Basie
not being there last night,

something clicked.

Janvier checked Basie's pictures
in the files.

The bass player
was Albert "Basie" Babeau.

Did a club in Montmartre.
The owner was shot.

Rumored he kept
a lot of cash.

Nothing was ever recovered,
so they never knew how much.

229,000.

You look after it.

Where'd that come from?

From the top
of a wardrobe.

Tell me about the --

What's that doing here?

LUCAS: Oh, customer had
one to spare.

Chef's gonna cook it
for my dinner.

Looks lovely, doesn't it?

Enough for two there,
isn't there?

You want to share it,
do you, Chief?

Brush me up
on the Basie case.

Well, there were
four of them.

Three were caught straightaway.
Basie got away.

They picked him up
about a week later in Le Havre.

He hadn't done the shooting,

so he managed to get off
with a year.

Mm.
And he was released last week.

-How'd you know that?
-Guessed.

The bandleader says
it was Jacques who brought Basie

to The Pelican last week.

He worked with him before,

knew they were looking for
a bass player.

Mm, and now he's disappeared
after shooting Jacques,

when he saw he was
going to talk to me.

Right.

Janvier now thinks Basie was
following Jacques all the time.

Call Janvier.

Tell him to lay on
a big search for Basie.

Make no secret of it.

Let everyone know
we're looking for him.

-You going back to Paris?
-Good heavens, no.

Oh, mademoiselle?

Could you tell me, what's the
chef's special tonight?

-Cutlets.
-Cutlets! Oh, lovely.

You're very fond of cutlets,
aren't you, Lucas?

Shame to waste this on one.

Tonight I shall be dining
with Félice.

And I shall be there
all night.

Ow!

My wife will tease me for years
about this.

"He gives people the impression
he works so hard," she'll say.

"And do you know
what the reality is?

While hundreds of policemen
run around Paris

doing exactly
what he tells them to do,

he sits miles and miles away,

having lobster dinners
with young ladies."

Why aren't you in Paris?

I prefer it here.

You've lied to me
a great deal, Félice.

It's only fair
that you should know I know.

But perhaps it won't be
very serious after all.

You make
a lovely mayonnaise.

[ Bird calls ]

[ Dog barks ]

[ Rattling ]

M. Basie.

Chief Inspector Maigret,
Police Judiciaire.

[ Grunting ]

Good morning, Félice.
Your breakfast.

Sorry I haven't been out
to get the bread.

-I've slept late?
-You've slept well.

That's the pill
I gave you.

Drink your coffee.

Come on.

Something's happened.

I can tell from your face.

-I had a visitor.
-A visitor?

A man called Basie --
because he plays the bass.

He is also the man
who murdered Jules Lapie.

So it wasn't J--

Your precious Jacques?

What makes you think
it was?

Well, when I saw him --

when I came back
from the shop --

running from the house...

You mean there was
someone else here, as well?

Basie was here.

He must have
run out through the front

when he heard you coming in
the back way.

But why was Jacques --
Was he with the murderer?

-Well, they were friends.
-Friends?

Mm.
They played in bands together.

Of course, he didn't know
he was a criminal.

Then Basie was on the run
one day.

-Jacques was staying here.
-He hid in Jacques' room!

How do you know?

I knocked at the door once.

It was the only time that
Jacques was ever rude to me.

I felt there was
someone else there.

And he stashed the money
in the wardrobe.

[ Chuckles ]
Yes, stashed it.

And then he was caught
and sent to prison.

But when he got out,
he came to get the money back.

Yes.

But M. Jules must've heard
something and gone to see.

And Basie shot him, panicked,
and ran off

before he got the money.

But he came back the night
he punched me in the face.

Only this time,
he got the wrong wardrobe.

Ah, but he'd
worked that out.

So he came again last night,

when he thought I was in Paris
looking for him.

But you were here.

And you caught him.

Were you hurt?

Well...

He just put his hands up
and said, um, "Fair cop."

[ Chuckles ]

You needn't put that
in your diary.

I hate you.
Hate youl

I know.

Well, I'll be going soon.

You won't have me
to bully you anymore.

What about me?

You'll just have to make do
with Jacques.

Visit him
as often as you can.

Take him grapes, champagne.

Very soon he'll realize
how much you love him.

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Engine turns over ]

Felice.

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