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The Agatha Christie Murders

Murder Party Tonight

A murder will happen April 13 at 9 p.m.

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Commissioner, we have to do something immediately.

I was thinking brunch.

- What? - An English-style breakfast.

One toast or two?

Someone is going to be murdered.

- Who? - I don't know.

- How? - I don't know.

No "why" either?

Let's wait for something more tangible,

like a body or...

Here.

"Murder-party night.

"A murder will happen April 13th at 9 p.m.

"at Mrs. Leticia Salvan's stud farm. Public notice."

It's written, it's true.

There will be a murder tonight.

A murder party, Marlène.

"Murder," as in "murder," and "party," as in "party."

It's a bourgeois fad.

Alice. She'll know something.

Shall we go?

Not me.

You won't get me to run around on a Sunday for a joke.

If she's not at home, she's here, working.

Poor thing.

No.

- What? - Shush.

Up, Avril. Come on, up!

Be quiet. Be quiet.

Get up!

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

Oh, my head.

Did we party?

- No. - For me? For my promotion?

No more advice column. I'm only covering real news.

I'm so happy for you.

That's the best news all day.

I'll leave you with the crime queen.

You couldn't ask for more.

What can we do?

Alice.

MURDER PARTY

Lettie!

It's awful!

Did you publish this?

Of course not.

Think before you speak.

Oh, my God! Who will die tonight?

I knew you shouldn't have. You never listen.

Stop! Stop it.

It's a bad joke, nothing more.

I'm scared. I'm scared for you.

Listen. We'll do exactly as usual.

It's a normal day. Can you do that for me?

Yes. I'll do whatever you want.

I'm so happy to be here.

You're so kind to have me.

Anyone would do the same for a childhood friend.

I got this.

How handsome you are.

Oh, my Flash.

Here you are at last.

Oh, Flash.

You're mine.

You're mine. So handsome.

Come on. Gently.

Show yourself. How handsome you are, my wonder.

You're scared.

Me too, sometimes. But no one will ruin my fun again.

Go!

Go, Flash! Come on!

Great!

Gently, now.

What are you doing?

Being a cowboy?

Our auntie doesn't look very happy. Your fault?

No.

Did you play this morbid joke?

I swear it's not.

For once we might have had fun.

A murder party is genius.

Well, what? It's true. Everyone has them in Paris.

Turn out the lights. There's a body, a killer.

That's ridiculous.

Flash is antsy. He smells the mares.

Fantastic. What an exciting life. Manure and horses.

You help the stallions with the mating, right?

They have a big one?

I'll go change.

You're both imbeciles.

It's funny.

We know nothing will happen, yet we're waiting.

- You? - I know.

I told her, but she scours the classifieds.

It's a hobby.

Sorry. I admit, but I couldn't resist.

It's so exciting. We haven't missed the murder?

Someone want a cigarette?

Would you like a drink?

It's starting.

Aunt Lettie, you're really sneaky.

Hands up! Now!

Everyone remove your jewellery!

Come on, your jewellery!

Now! Hands up!

I don't think this is fun at all.

Me neither.

This man is dead.

You're hurt. You're bleeding.

In summary: this man tries to rob you,

changes his mind and starts shooting blindly.

It was sudden and dark, commissioner.

I don't know.

Then he suicides?

His flashlight fell.

Maybe he got caught in his cape and accidentally shot himself.

An unforgivable blunder.

He puts this in the paper like a bad joke.

He was nuts, that's all.

I didn't ask you.

You know him?

Yes. Well, I think.

I'm almost certain. He looks like the waiter from the Boar tavern.

- Recognize him, Lettie? - It's possible.

He came to talk to us.

He recalled serving me at a hotel

I went to with my sister 2 years ago.

But you rarely remember a waiter.

That's a lot for a tip.

Kurt Wengen. Swiss national.

He just missed you, Mrs. Salvan.

- Did he target you? - I don't think so.

He fired randomly.

My sister died in Switzerland. A sudden heart attack.

I was overwhelmed.

When Wengen accosted me at the tavern, I didn't recognize him.

He asked for money.

That he'd reimburse, allegedly. I didn't give him any.

And he wanted revenge.

- He came to kill you. - That's ridiculous.

It was in the paper, no one believed me.

Do you keep valuables at home? Jewellery, money?

Very little. The stud farm costs more than it earns.

A stud farm? With horses?

What a bother! I'm scared of horses.

You can't trust them. In Gone with the Wind,

the little girl rides one, falls and dies.

Yet, it was a small horse.

It's so sad!

I'm scared of cows too.

But you don't ride cows.

Let's get on track.

Anything more to add, Marlène?

- No. - Thanks.

Here's a guy who invents a theatrical scene,

a high drama, to steal three broaches and a few francs.

He could've safely done so in the empty house.

This makes no sense. I don't believe it.

Who cares now? He won't bother anyone.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Here.

Thank you.

She's not blessed by nature.

Excuse me?

Life is hard for some.

She's ugly and also has a wart on her cheek.

A real scarecrow.

Women only exist for their bodies?

No beauty, no hello.

Drown her at birth.

That's not what I meant. You misunderstood.

Inner beauty matters above all, even if sometimes

outside appearances can... influence one's judgment.

In the end, to each his own.

By the way, that isn't a wart on her cheek,

it's a melanoma.

Her life expectancy is 6 months, maybe less.

But you can laugh at anything.

I didn't present myself. Comr. Laurence.

It figures. Let's discuss work.

Medical Examiner E. Maillol

Don't take this the wrong way, Dr. Maillol,

I don't doubt your competence,

but this isn't a useful position for an autopsy.

The autopsy was done last night.

I sleep little.

I like the dark and silence, like them.

Beautiful and efficient.

Nevertheless... I don't want to intervene in your work,

but...this isn't orthodox for a body.

Incan ritual.

Incan ritual?

You put the dead in a foetal position to close the circle of life.

For passage to the other side.

I'm not sure. He's rigid and folded in half.

How will we stuff him into a coffin?

Alice Avril, reporter, hello.

Your new career starts now. A burglary gone wrong.

The address.

- Has anyone said you're beautiful? - Yes.

Others envy you. Don't let me down.

I'm gone.

Salvan stud farm.

It's Marlène's ad. Shit.

Alice, can we talk? It's about Kurt.

No time, I'm on assignment.

It doesn't say "Marie-Chantal." Bye, Josie.

Nothing to do?

No, nothing.

I don't like how you stare at me.

I need inspiration.

And you inspire me.

What happened yesterday is wild.

Yes.

If I wrote such a scene, what would you say?

It's horrible. But that wouldn't stop you.

I'd say it's frankly bad.

A bit too fabricated.

Not credible.

I wonder why.

Go on, Flash!

You're not helpful. You saw nothing?

No.

Antoinette.

We're graced by the press. She's a journalist.

Delighted. Alice.

My brother loves pretty girls.

My aunt wouldn't want you here. We have no comment.

I'd like to take a few photos of the place. Two minutes.

The commissioner is a friend.

And he...

he's relentless.

A dog who never lets go of a bone.

But, if there's nothing to find...

it's nothing.

You alright, commissioner?

- Of course. Why? - I don't know.

It's strange, you're smiling.

You don't seem to be reading a report.

What else could it be?

Paperwork. A body, an autopsy. The usual.

I forgot one detail, commissioner.

We'll be working together. Call me Swan. Sit down.

Wengen's left was stronger than his right.

- Left-handed. - Yes.

If the gun was in his left, save bending...

He couldn't have purposely shot himself on his left side.

I'm enjoying working

with a competent person, Doctor.

So Wengen was murdered.

We were panicked.

Someone walked on my foot. It hurt a lot.

Someone moving towards the door?

- It's possible. - Bouboule, we couldn't see anything.

Don't make things up for an article in the paper.

Lettie's foolish. No imagination.

She wouldn't have let us see him die.

It was incredible.

Have you known Mrs. Salvan a long time?

Yes. We moved in together two years ago.

That's not pertinent.

We talk, that's all.

You're a pain.

People here are judgmental.

But Leticia's great. She judges no one.

And you became friends.

Is the duck a pet?

No. I'm calming it.

I really want honey duck tonight.

- She's not going to... - Oh, yes.

No use squirming, Donald. Everything comes to an end.

My aunt isn't here. I'll tell her you came by.

I want to revisit the site.

The great room is the other door.

Broken. It leads to a smaller room.

A table was moved. It's usually there.

Why was it moved?

You're a real cop. Great.

Why did the killer move the desk? Clue number one.

Clever, commissioner.

- You didn't answer. - I don't know.

Surely Philippine's idea. She gets into everything.

When did she do this?

Two or three days ago. Why?

I was sure it would creak like the other doors.

It was oiled.

Why, since it's never used?

Don't complicate things. Wengen, a thug, robs.

He's a stranger, and ends up mugging himself. To ill effect.

He dies. Honest citizens live.

The police closes the case.

And everyone's happy.

- Not me. - You're never happy.

Oh, yes! The commissioner is very happy when he reads a report.

It doesn't take much to be happy.

For me, a birdsong,

a flower...

a young woman's smile.

Say, divisional chief!

Or a report. Yes, also a report.

We have a new medical examiner?

Yes, Dr. Maillol. Highly recommended by the prefect.

Sorry, I had no choice.

A woman. And half American.

- It's no problem. - Really?

I'm very open.

Tell me, is she married? Divorced? Widowed?

I don't know.

And her first name? "E. Maillol...".

Does it matter?

No, absolutely not.

Well. I...

Oh, commissioner.

You didn't take my summary report.

I'd like to read it in a less vernacular language.

In proper French, for example.

You should focus more.

Am I... incompetent, commissioner?

Yes, if you will.

Marlène, is Laurence still here?

Yes, but now may not be the time, he's in a bad mood.

A bit of info for me? Come on.

A reporter has a police source.

You think you're a reporter?

Don't be so modest, Avril.

You need sense.

With your head in a trash bin you wouldn't sense a thing.

In a bad mood.

Your paper advertises a murder and you sit there

wanting a Pulitzer.

That's unfair.

Thanks, Marlène. No need of your opinion.

The man waiting for the doctor was seductive

and very young.

- He's vexed. Good. - Why?

Tell me.

Comr. Laurence's office.

He's not here. I'll take your info.

Josette. Yes.

Bianconi.

Josette? Pass that. Wait.

Yes, Josie?

It's Alice. What's up?

It's Kurt.

He was my friend.

He didn't want to hurt anyone. I have to tell the police.

He wasn't mean at all.

No, of course he was not. But the commissioner is,

he'll say you conspired.

- But I didn't do anything. - I know.

But you know cops.

Did Kurt give you the classified ad?

Yes.

He was happy. He said it was a joke

and he'd buy a dress with the cash.

- Did he say who was paying him? - Yes. That's

why it's strange because... I have to go.

What do I tell the commissioner?

Nothing.

He'll see it on the front page tomorrow.

Josie?

Josette?

Josette?

You knew. You knew and you double-crossed me.

No.

I just wanted...

I didn't think...

She was dead when I arrived, I couldn't know.

That's right. Cry, you'll piss less.

Stop press! Alice, write your article.

- Front page. - My article?

Congratulations. A career to meet your ambition.

The body's still warm.

But I can't.

- I can't. - No?

I can help you just this once.

Brutal death of a girl of 21. Smashed skull.

Her testimony could have led to the killer's arrest.

But Josette didn't testify. No. Josette died.

Sun.

Want to dance?

You don't care about anything. Ever.

You're grumpy. Always.

The cop came back.

There's a body. He's doing his job, it's normal.

You said there wouldn't be a problem. You said it!

There won't be any.

Leticia!

- Let me ride him. - Too soon.

You know that.

For you.

He's writing better.

- You miss him? - Yes, very much.

- Boarding school. - For his own good.

- He's lucky to study. - I know.

It's thanks to you.

You deserve the help.

I just rewrote my new will. In your favour.

That's too much.

I can't accept. I'm nobody to you.

Take what is given.

That man is all class.

- Commissioner. - Mrs. Salvan.

My horse needs exercise, but I can put it off.

Certainly not. I'll accompany you. May I?

Of course.

Wengen was playing a role.

Paid by whomever let him into the house.

He didn't know he'd be killed.

That's absurd. Completely absurd.

You were the target, Mrs. Salvan.

If you'd died, Wengen would have been blamed.

If I don't stop the killer, they'll try again.

Help me find a motive. Hate? Vengeance? Money?

I know you have an idea.

I lied to you. Actually, I didn't tell the whole truth.

My passion for horses is very expensive.

I like living simply, but I'm very rich.

Really very rich.

These are your documents?

Not really filed away.

They're right here.

Anyone can read them.

- Oh, yes. - It's a lot of money.

It was unexpected.

Sontag, the millionaire financier?

I was his assistant for a time.

You inherited his fortune. That's a lot for an assistant.

I was his mistress.

He's the only man I've ever loved.

My sister died shortly after Denis.

I lost the two people who mattered,

so, all this money...

- Was he married? - No.

Too bad. No wife who wants you dead.

Yes?

It probably doesn't matter, but he saw another woman.

You were quite tolerant.

He knew her before me. Men are rather weak.

She was a hysteric.

She attempted suicide several times. Blackmail.

One day, in New York, he was pissed.

He said he was done with her.

- What about her? - Six years my junior.

Her name was Sonia.

That's not very helpful.

She has surely moved on.

I'm not sure.

Men may be weak, but women hold grudges.

Where were you last Thursday?

Every day is the same here. Does it matter?

An alibi would make things easier for you, miss.

Wengen was here Thursday. He came by bus.

- The driver identified him. - I was writing my novel.

When I write, I don't see or hear a thing.

- I didn't do anything Thursday. - No one's accusing you.

You walk mornings. You did that.

I had a law exam. I took a bus to Lille.

- I should've stayed here. - You're wrong.

- At 11 a.m., I saw you at home. - Really?

You accuse others to escape scrutiny.

- Antoinette. - Shut up!

I can't stand this goody-two-shoes.

Ask her what she was doing in the stables with Wengen.

Why are you here?

Not happy to see me?

Can't I meet your friends?

What do you want?

I saw his back, but it was him.

I saw no one. She wants to harm me.

She hates me. She has no proof.

Maybe he came here Thursday, just to scope out the area.

Leave us alone. What do you want?

It's a holdup gone wrong. No one will miss him.

The comr. thinks one of you wants to kill me.

Want to stick with your stories?

I slept in. I'll fail my exam.

- I didn't see Wengen. - You gave him money.

Liar.

You don't get it.

Josette is dead because of me

because I wanted a front page story.

Because I wanted to show up Laurence,

because I wanted to be the best for once.

And as usual, I messed it all up.

I'm lame.

We all feel lame sometimes.

I know what the commissioner thinks.

He thinks I'm the worst secretary ever.

Well...

You can learn.

It's doable.

I know someone who can help, if you want. A teacher.

Oh, really?

You're kind.

She was face down, there was blood everywhere.

I can't stop seeing her.

You couldn't do anything.

Yes, I could have.

I could have told her to see Laurence right away,

to tell him everything she knew.

I'm no journalist. It's over.

Shit, Marlène! What are you doing?

Stop cleaning.

You can't think in this mess.

And I'm here for you.

Listen, I don't want to talk.

I don't want to think.

I'd rather you left.

It's about Denis Sontag's will.

I don't care about professional secrecy,

I'm investigating a murder! When he returns!

Where were you, Marlène?

Did you miss me? Did you require my competence?

No more than usual.

- What? - Nothing.

It's Alice. She's really in bad shape.

- Is Dr. Maillol's report here? - I'm worried.

Worry about it after work.

Transfer calls to autopsy.

Yes, commissioner. Work first.

I'm not finished.

No work at night this time?

There are more pleasant things to do at night.

Indeed.

In any case, no surprises. A crushed skull,

instant death. Just stop the bastard.

- Anything else, commissioner? - No, no.

Maybe I can help you close the circle of life.

You intrigue me. I'd like to learn more.

Oh? Like what?

Well, your first name, for starters.

What else?

What moves a pretty woman to choose forensic medicine?

Why not just a woman?

Patients don't want a female doctor.

I almost killed the first.

At least here, I can't murder them.

I like your humour.

And your laugh too.

You're leading me on.

Absolutely not, Doctor.

You aren't my type.

I'm a particular type?

No, a common one.

A seductive, macho, sexist man

who thinks a phallus makes him superior.

You have no chance.

I never considered it.

Personally, I like feminine, gentle, and warm women,

certainly not a bitter dominatrix who gives lessons

and hangs out with pathetic little boys.

Thanks for leaving your report on my desk.

What's your problem?

Do you like being humiliated?

It's a station, not a kennel.

Go be a puppy dog outside.

Avril, it's Laurence. Open up.

If Marlène sent you...

No one sent me and no one tells me what to do.

Especially not a broad.

- OK. - What do you want?

To be men's equals? Equal rights?

To not be exploited or submitted.

A bunch of bullshit.

It's true we're exploited.

Look at you. You're ragged.

You can't handle life.

At the slightest difficulty, you crumble.

Balls are earned.

No use putting me down, I'm at rock bottom.

Then move instead of crying.

Put on your pants and do your man's job.

Here.

First: Someone wants Leticia Salvan dead.

Two sub points. Why?

Sub point a: Money? Sub point b: Hate?

What? Write!

This way you won't write garbage.

You're a dear.

You worry about me?

That's so adorable.

Without you, I'd...

I was going to give up.

Then you came.

For me.

I'm very moved.

I want to hug you, Laurence.

Thank you.

- Avril. - Yes.

I... We saw each other at the station.

Yes, of course. No one could forget you after seeing you.

Miss.

A friend said you were a school teacher.

Punishment's over, Basile. Go to recess.

You may be able to help.

I told the comr. all I know.

I'd like to be...

competent.

Excuse me?

Now's not the time

- What did I do now? - Nothing.

You're Antoinette's brother.

Antoinette is jealous.

Poor dear. She just tried to put me in prison.

I don't believe her.

I don't care. The cop has his doubts.

It's his word against mine.

Understand?

I know you don't have anything to hide.

I know you're innocent.

Philippine.

Listen.

Don't say it. Don't tell me you love me.

You don't know anything.

I only love my son. I don't want another.

Nobody!

Especially not you.

So? You got shot down?

Leave me alone.

Don't play with me, I know you.

- Let me go. - OK.

I just want to know one thing.

You've never happened upon Lettie's will?

She's giving it all to Philippine.

Of course you knew that!

You knew. And how far would you go for all that?

All that money?

How far, little brother?

What about you?

Nothing strange about Mr. Sontag's succession?

When a lot of money's at stake, the vultures come.

What?

That changes things. Emma what?

You have her name?

Call me if you remember. Thank you, sir.

Stupid notary. A real moron.

Collateral damages.

The epicentre.

Leticia was Sontag's mistress.

But there was another woman, Sonia.

That's not good.

She would have done anything to keep him. Him and his money.

And now we have Emma.

- Emma? - Yes.

The little bastard daughter.

A name starting with E.

Emma. Emma Maillol.

Not Emma. Much too soft for such a hard woman.

Any ideas, Marlène? First names with E?

Hector.

What? That's great. Hector, for a woman

who acts like a man, right?

I'll make a list of names starting with E.

For your investigation.

A good secretary should know her boss' urgent priorities.

Yes. A good secretary should know how to spell.

Hector is spelled with an H.

Emma may be Denis Sontag's daughter.

That changes everything, right?

A new clue. Progress.

Actually, I never told you, I took your advice.

You were right. As usual. Avril is much better.

Back in the saddle.

Try opening your eyes.

Nope.

I'm afraid of heights.

It's moving. It's moving! What do I do?

Sit up slowly. There.

Hold on to the saddle.

A bit of a spur or she'll stop.

- Are you an employee here? - Yes.

Go, go!

Mrs. Salvan has no kids?

No. Why?

She must be very rich. Her stallion must cost millions.

Who profits from her death?

Why are you here?

Look, it's my little journalist.

Leticia.

Be kind...

See, when you try?

Where did they go?

She's not...

She's breathing.

Mrs. Salvan?

Can you hear me?

She shouldn't ride him.

- I'll help you. - Thanks.

You scared us. OK?

Yes, I'm fine. Just a fall.

It was so good. Magical.

We were galloping together. Fast. Fast!

I closed my eyes.

I could have died of joy.

Say...

Not that I know, but isn't this supposed to be one piece?

The strap broke.

Not by itself.

There's a nice knife cut.

Clean.

Laurence will love it.

Denis had a daughter? Impossible.

After the suicide, Sonia tried another tack,

getting pregnant.

But Sontag refused to own the child.

She didn't know him well, then.

And nothing proves the child is his.

That's what the notary explained

when she came with her mom for the inheritance.

They threw a fit, but had no proof.

They got nothing.

- Enough to hate me. - Yes.

Again someone tried to kill you.

Emma must be about twenty, and her mother forty-five.

Once, everyone knew their neighbour.

Now, no one knows anyone anymore.

Hello. We live next door.

Greenblat. And this is Henriette. Everyone calls her Bouboule.

Ladies.

It's rose season.

Thank you.

Greenblat's are the best regionally.

I'm practical: turnips, eggs and chicken.

That's really nice. You shouldn't have. Really.

You'll see, it's very quiet here.

The opposite of the wild life you led with Mr. Sontag.

Would you like tea?

So they knew who you were.

And the others?

My sister loved horses with her life.

She had a deformity that bothered her.

She lived indoors.

I'm alone, too. A widow with a little boy.

You rent rooms. I don't have money,

but I'd care for and train the horses.

The rent isn't important.

But I won't have any of my horses uncared for.

Soon after, she became your inheritor.

It's my money, I'll do what I like.

You do your job, look for evidence,

but I'll listen to my heart.

And no. Philippine? Impossible.

Well. There's the niece and nephew.

News after so long makes me happy.

Aside from a card, I'd lost contact with your mother.

- Now you're adults. - We won't be a bother.

The house is large, you can stay.

Thank you. I was tired of the Argentinean country:

cows and cows.

I can't believe I'm here,

in France. Here I can write every day.

Writing isn't a job, Marcel.

They aren't my niece and nephew but a cousin's kids.

But it's family. They're all I have.

They were five when they fled to Argentina.

The dad was Jewish.

So, no chance you'd recognize them.

Antoinette is Emma's age. Philippine too.

No! Enough. Stop. Neither of them looks like Denis.

It's ruining my life, making me suspect loved ones.

Leave me alone.

A man is dead. A young woman too.

You forget, but not me.

You're right. Forgive me.

When you were away from Sontag, did he write you?

- Yes. - Who knew of that?

No one. Oh, my sister. We wrote, I told her everything.

I want those letters.

A cop doesn't judge, he looks for clues.

I use the imperfect indicative in a... subordinate

to express simultaneity.

In a clause with a subordinate preposition, I use

the pluperfect indicative

in the subordinate to express...

anteriority.

- It's the basics? - Yes.

- A book about rules. - Yes.

- I know, Marlène. - All the rules.

- I'll never make it. - Probably not.

On the subject, you're an imperfect subordinate,

but so very pluperfect.

- I'm confused. - Don't change, Marlène.

Stay as you are.

They tried to kill her again.

- Leticia fell from a horse. - I know what I'm saying.

Stop with those damn stamps.

It's like nothing ever gets to you.

It's frustrating.

- Lights out? - Yes.

I'm sure it will end badly.

First there was that guy.

Then the young woman with the smashed head.

Sounds like you enjoy it.

No. It's just exciting.

Everyone has their secrets.

Even us.

Don't start any shit.

What are we looking for?

Sontag loved Leticia very much.

Her sister was very jealous.

So what?

What makes you say she was jealous?

I don't know. Because I'm a woman.

You don't understand anything.

When life sucks, you hate everyone.

Leticia had a dream life.

Her sister lived alone with horses,

cloistered, handicapped.

She says she's ugly. What's her problem?

I don't know. Some kind of deformity.

She'd covet her sister's life.

It would make for an article to cry over.

But today, my job is crime. Goodnight, Laurence.

Better, Avril?

- Your depression passed? - Yes, yes.

Don't feel obliged to thank me.

Well, no.

You're the only woman who sees only faults in me.

The others must have shit in their eyes.

Say, I'd like to... become better.

In any case, I want to change

for a w... a person

who I like.

- I don't get it. - I didn't ask you to.

You're uptight, insufferable and feminist.

She'd like you.

You'd find the words.

I'm at an impasse.

The situation is totally stuck.

I need some outside help.

It's a nightmare.

You're the only one at hand.

- You need me? - Yes.

The more I consider it, the more I think it's a mistake.

Hello. Alice Avril. I'm a reporter.

Come in.

OK, but...

I'm not very comfortable around bodies.

There aren't any today.

What's the topic?

I'm investigating.

I work with the commissioner.

- No kidding. - Yes.

I owe him a lot.

Actually, I owe him everything.

Without him I'd be on the advice column.

Actually, we solved a big case together.

And he gave me all the glory.

He hung in the shadows.

He's a great man.

And discreet, to boot.

Modest, even.

Too much so.

You already know.

Oh. I had a different impression.

You surprise me. He seemed macho,

full of prejudice.

Not at all.

You work with the dead. You can't be good at everything.

Also, he plays it close to the vest.

Actually, he's shy.

No, Swan is...

Swan is...

He may be the only one who thinks a woman's head

is made for more than wearing a hat.

OK? You didn't overdo it, did you?

- No. - Because I know you.

You're usually pretty obvious.

Not even a bit of gratitude.

Put yourself in my shoes. You're quite awful.

I'll go add some more.

This time, I'll talk you up nicely.

Real good.

Avril, stop.

Please accept my apologies and my thanks.

Alright?

What do you care if she sees you for who you are?

- Despicable, unpleasant, smug. - Thanks.

No.

Yes. You're in love?

That's so cute.

Avril, forget it, please.

But not her?

You have an owie on your teeny heart?

It's OK!

- Can I laugh too? - You're going to laugh at this...

Commissioner.

I was very unpleasant last time.

I'm always defensive with charming men.

I got carried away too. Forget it.

What would you say to a friendly and professional relationship?

- No ambiguity? - On the contrary.

It's nice not to have to seduce a woman.

Philippine Leroy's records.

Thank you, Marlène.

And the divisional chief wants to see you. It's urgent.

You don't like me very much.

On the contrary.

You're falling into his trap

and I feel bad for you.

Certainly not.

You don't know him.

He harasses me and I don't know what to do.

Resist, Marlène. Defend yourself.

I'm a secretary.

I need my salary for my poor mother.

And he stops at nothing.

You, for example...

Yes.

No, nothing.

What about me?

Alice, the journalist, is under his thumb too.

He forced her to lie to you.

Tricard isn't in his office.

Really? That's strange.

Would you like to get a drink?

Would you like to stop taking me for a fool, Swan?

I've never been lucky, but now I think I'm done.

You have to be rich like Lottie to age well.

I wrote to her. I didn't know who to turn to.

- And you came to live here? - Yes. By her charity.

I'm in her will, I know.

I like pretty things.

Not for their price.

No, of course not. It's more sentimental.

Poor Lottie.

She has a right to be happy. She's suffered so much.

I don't know, it seems her life is rather pleasant.

You know nothing.

- I don't have to read it. - Really?

But it's quite interesting.

For example, there's no death certificate for your husband,

Albert Leroy.

Any idea why?

I'll help you.

You aren't a widow.

What a relief, right?

Aren't you elated?

He isn't the ideal husband.

Five years of prison for robbery. I understand.

What do you understand? I married a criminal.

I prefer my son think his dad dead.

Leroy got out a month ago.

Did Antoinette see you with him?

He wanted money, I gave him some.

- The past came to haunt me. - Stay positive.

You'll be very rich, once Mrs. Salvan is out of the picture.

I'm not widowed. The father of my son is a felon.

A pathetic robber. And you know what? I was wildly in love with him.

Tell them, I don't care.

The facade is cracking.

It's quite interesting.

Well. For now, we'll just test your knowledge.

Basile, take your notebook, it can't hurt.

Dictation.

"The night," comma,

"in the big field,"

comma,

"children..."

- "children..." - What are you doing, Marlène?

I...

She's studying for exams.

She's ambitious.

Basile, out.

- Something wrong? - No, just routine.

Curiosity, too.

Were you married, Ms. Greenblat?

I've always been homosexual.

- And Ms. Parisot? - She was destroyed by men.

No man can make a woman happy. It's a fad.

- He beat her, I guess? - I don't ask.

- Did she have kids? - The past is taboo.

We chose to start all over.

- May I see you home, Marlène? - Yes.

See you soon, Ms. Greenblat.

Are they really both...?

What do you think?

"The excellent comr. Laurence doesn't give up the chase despite..."

Am I here to read your prose?

I'm a professional, I need you to sign off.

Sign off on what? It's air. Nothing but hot air.

There's nothing.

But... I spent hours on it!

I don't have anything, Avril. OK? Only suspicions.

How's it going? I need an article.

We're at an impasse.

That's too bad.

Raoul will replace you, he's better.

Are you kidding? I'll get moving.

I heeded my heart, but I erred.

This isn't girl's work.

You charmed me.

Redheads are irresistible. Right, commissioner?

Maybe you can make it up to me?

Come to my place, learn the ropes.

Spend the night. Alright?

Take your hand off my neck.

She's not your sexual plaything.

Shame on you. There should be laws against guys like you.

Young and pretty doesn't mean dumb.

She has as much of a right to be here as a man. Get out!

You really think so?

No. I think a woman is a source of problems.

She's perfect as a housewife.

That said, it was a good show.

I think I'm quite credible as a defender of feminism.

Dr. Maillol will enjoy it.

Anybody here?

What are you doing up this late?

I couldn't sleep, I walked the dog.

Greenblat, what are you hiding?

Nothing. I didn't want to wake you. Sorry, honey.

You didn't say. Is your new student pretty?

No. She's ugly.

This is mine.

I looked all over for you.

You knew where to find me.

You're too much.

What would people think if they saw you sleeping with a horse?

I don't care.

I feel safer with him than in the house.

Will we always be scared?

No.

- Especially not today. - Good.

I'm tired. My head hurts so much.

There's aspirin on my nightstand.

Rest.

Here. Happy birthday.

You didn't forget. Thank you.

Thank you.

And the day isn't over.

- What are you doing? - It's obvious, no?

Leaving without saying bye to your brother?

Old lady's getting killed. I'm not staying.

This makes you look guilty.

- I didn't kill anyone. - Me neither.

We have no choice, love. We keep a low profile together.

Lettie invited those ladies.

We'll all be there, as before.

I don't like it, Marcel.

I just don't know.

- Stop being a pill! - I hate birthdays.

Closer to death, no reason to party.

- I'm late. Come in. - Mrs. Salvan!

Go back to the ovens, Leticia. I'll get it.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Thanks. - Good day.

Here's the cake.

You made an exquisite death. A real dream.

Very funny.

I mean, your cake is so good I could die afterwards.

- Where's the party girl? - Resting.

Antoinette, will you fetch her?

Come on, old hag.

Wake up.

We're all waiting for you downstairs.

Ah, Doctor. What a pleasure to spend time with you.

Not my fault, be assured.

Very funny.

You resent me. Why?

- It's the woman with the melanoma. - Indeed.

She hoarded everything as if the slightest thing was a treasure.

She also stole. Surely.

An invitation card for Leticia,

a small silver spoon, a comb.

Ah, a blond hair.

Also stolen.

That, in the end, no one would miss.

Her whole life she tried to be someone,

but never meant anything to anyone.

It's naive, poorly drawn. This horse looks like a giraffe.

No sense of proportion.

No perspective, everything's flat.

So awful it's almost sad.

So much loneliness.

A verdict, Doctor?

Yes. Cancer didn't kill her. Her heart stopped suddenly.

She didn't suffer. That's the main thing.

What did Marlène say about me?

I'm a cop, I can do the math. What did she say?

- You're everything I hate. - I know.

- Who does anything to get a woman. - False.

I'd do anything to get you.

I want an autopsy.

This woman was sick.

It's wasted money to make a point.

You underestimate me.

People die a lot in this house.

Do your job. I hope you don't have any meetings.

- Not tonight. - Perfect.

It will be a ladies night out.

- Heart attack? - Above all, a third death.

Apart from her, everyone knew she was dying.

So, sooner rather than later was almost a favour.

What are insinuating?

People tend to sit in the same place.

Unconsciously.

You were the same at Wengen's death.

No. Not Bouboule.

- You think? - You were here.

You were the only one not blinded by the flashlight.

Did you see something?

A movement, a shadow. Think.

I don't know.

I think he first shined it on Marcel.

No. Antoinette and Odette.

Panicked, their eyes closed.

Leticia, you... You're so sad, but...

Commissioner, I'm overwhelmed. I don't remember.

I saw nothing.

That's too bad.

I don't understand, Maillol.

I can recognize my wrongs.

I was wrong.

And you were right.

Bottoms up.

To the best cop.

Logically, something bad follows.

- Suxamethonium chloride. - Succinylcholine.

Bravo. I found some in the blood and tissues.

The poison paralyzes the diaphragm.

She died within minutes. But how was it administered?

The analysis is a confirmation.

Leticia Salvan won't die.

If she hadn't given the aspirin to Odette,

she would have taken it eventually.

- Heart attack. - She'll be killed.

Yes, I know.

The Laurence method.

Facts and reflection.

Yes, I swear. Prom queen.

No? With the long dress and heels?

And the little corsage and an escort.

- Who fondled you in the car. - How did you know?

Because I did so myself.

Completely embarrassed and completely panicked.

Yes, Avril.

How did you know? No matter.

- I thought. - Ah, you think.

- Go on, I'm in a good mood. - It's Odette.

I know she's not Sonia's age.

I know she wouldn't gain from Leticia's death,

but she'd kill for a silver spoon.

Why do you hate me?

Listen. Stop acting like a clown.

You listen to me.

Odette was killed today. Good night, Avril.

What?

Nobody ever tells me anything...

Obviously, you didn't notice.

A surprise.

A gift for you. You never pay attention.

- What is it? - Too bad. You'll wait until tonight.

Oh, dear. It's going to rain and my laundry is out.

Hands up!

Hands up!

Take off your jewellery.

No, it's impossible. Think.

Yes.

Sure. But why?

Hello.

Ms. Henriette?

Henriette?

Well, she's used to this.

Will she make it?

I don't know. Wait and see.

She was deprived of oxygen.

She didn't have much brains, so she'll be fine.

I'll get her things for the hospital.

Yes.

Well done, Avril.

Not so much.

I just missed the killer.

Lettie, Antoinette and Marcel

dream of visiting you in France next year.

Yours, Nadine.

Commissioner! Commissioner, wait!

"A. and M. dream of visiting you next year.

"Yours, Nadine."

Your nephew and niece are still in Argentina.

Who are you?

Sorry, but it's about to get tough.

My name is Eugène Perrier. Penniless writer.

Antoinette's lover.

She suggested I play her brother,

I thought it was fun, I agreed.

And there was money in it.

You're Emma, Sonia's daughter.

I'm Denis Sontag's bastard daughter.

I wanted to see who ruined my childhood

and stole my fortune.

He didn't want children. Your mother tricked him.

I'd like to see you die.

And apparently, I'm not the only one.

It wasn't me. I wanted to.

- But I didn't. - We'll see.

In a few hours, Henriette will awaken and talk.

They say she'll live.

Thank you.

She saw something in the room

and surely saw her killer.

No one leaves the house.

Not even you, Ms. Greenblat.

I guess the ambiance will be tense,

but I'm not forcing you to stay in the same room.

She welcomed them all and several want her dead.

It's really awful. Poor Lottie.

Lettie.

No. Odette called her Lottie.

Who cares?

I like her.

But I wouldn't ride, even in my sister's memory.

What do you mean? It's her passion.

No. It was in the letters.

Her sister loved horses, but Lettie hated horses.

And now you say this?

Why?

- What was her sister's name? - Charlotte.

You want that masterpiece?

What deformity did your sister have?

- Excuse me? - Shall I repeat the question?

Polio. She had a lame foot.

I was thinking a goitre, enormous and monstrous.

What does it matter?

A goitre is awful. People stare at it.

Leticia Salvan tried to get her sister to go out and live a little.

When Sontag died, they went to Switzerland.

There they met Kurt Wengen.

Yes, the Salvan sisters.

Lettie and Lottie.

Would you remove your scarf?

I don't want to use force.

You're Charlotte Salvan. Leticia died in Switzerland.

Don't make me exhume the body for autopsy

with you in a cell.

She never even knew how much I hated her.

She'd take me to palaces and restaurants with her money.

I was forced to suffer her generosity, her pity.

You killed her. She died abroad.

You switched names on the death certificate and took her place.

The inheritance let you get the best specialist

for an operation.

Wengen came. He never forgot the woman with the goitre.

He would've ruined everything.

He would've told my story.

Hands up!

Everyone remove your jewellery! Now!

I don't understand. Odette knew.

She knew your sister.

Odette was a friend.

But she blathered and mixed up our names.

I couldn't trust her anymore.

Odette. I'm so glad.

Charlotte? Lettie said you were dead.

It's a long story.

And it's a secret.

Remember? We had secrets as kids.

And Bouboule? Why her?

She saw Mrs. Salvan wasn't in the room.

Greenblat, stop!

Stop it! Stop!

- Stop. - No, it's impossible.

We all saw her bleeding.

That's easy. Cut your earlobe and it pisses blood.

Come on, get up.

You can't understand.

No one can. I would have given it all to have Flash.

Lettie had millions. She laughed.

She never understood.

Come on.

I'm not a bad guy, at least.

And a liar. But everyone lied.

Sometimes I tell the truth.

Maybe.

But you'll always wonder.

Regrets?

Yes.

Don't try it, she won't inherit.

Even after they cut her head off.

Mrs. Salvan.

Mrs. Salvan, be reasonable.

No.

Forgive me. Sorry.

Why?

I don't write for your damn paper.

I have to assert, Laurence.

Remarkable, comr. Once again.

- Thanks. - No, really. Oh, I forgot.

- Dr. Simon is back. - What? Why?

Dr. Maillol is perfect.

She's in the US. An emergency.

That's great!

Everyone dreams of going to the US.

- Right, Alice? - It's great.

Will she be back? An emergency, I can understand.

- A matter with her husband. - With who?

Her husband.

You know, the thing at the church, for better or worse.

Oh, you asked about...

Maillol's first name is Euphrasie.

- You can't make that up. - Sounds like a drug.

A cough syrup!

OK. That's right. Laugh it up.

I expect it from Avril, but you disappoint me, Marlène.

Go on, get out. Disappear.

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