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Tomorrow, I know it, I would bet my hand on it.

You will forget the color of my eyes.

Tomorrow, I know for sure, I would bet my hand on it.

We will part ways, good friends, both of us.

Don't be mad at me, I see more clearly than you.

Although it is often said, love don't last forever.

But take me in your arms, don't think about it.

Close your eyes, it's wonderful.

Tomorrow, you will see, when our today will end.

Tomorrow, I know you will say the same as me.

Tomorrow, I know we'll live happily apart.

But right now, I only want to love you.

And that, you see, I would...

bet my hand on it...

Hello.

Hello.

Could you butter it yourself?

I am late.

But it's Tuesday.

Yes.

You have a class this early?

A friend will come to pick me up.

Who?

A friend.

Look at me closely, you.

You didn't know, it's the castle servant.

Again?

Who is that?

He lives in Castle.

And he's at her beck and call.

Oh, you know him?

Only heard from a terrified witness.

The word is he has disgusting facial hairs,

enough to disgust you from kissing for life.

What an idiot.

And you'd better put the jerk off the fridge.

Nadine!

What?

I didn't say anything gross, it's you who has a dirty mind.

However, your beloved son has once again stored corpse parts in the meat tray.

How many times have I told you?

Where do you want me to put it?

Wherever you want, just not with food.

To make it simmer throughout the house?

Do you have a dissection this morning?

Yes, in half an hour.

With Templier?

Tell him hello from me, we were colleagues in Lenoir's department.

What are you looking for?

My toast was there.

What a world!

Can I, then?

Yes.

I don't know if you've noticed:

for once, we're all having breakfast together.

A true miracle.

Yes, and it couldn't last.

What is this?

Castle.

Hello?

And he's also on a motorcycle?

That's good, fantastic...

Hello?

Nadine!

Try not to break your neck, will you?

The rest is probably already broken.

Dumbass!

She is right, you know.

Your sister is not even 17 years old.

And you, my dear mom, how old were you when I was born?

Hello?

Oh, not again...

Speak, dammit!

What's wrong?

They cut off the call, again.

Unbelievable.

Bye!

See you tonight. I wonder who's dumb enough to enjoy this little game.

Did you know that someone is flirting with Nadine?

It won't be the first time, I think.

Yes, but she doesn't talk about that one.

This proves that it is irrelevant.

Do you think so?

She's usually not like that...

Are you coming home late tonight?

As usual, and you?

Pascale has some errands to do, so I will be the one closing the store.

See you tonight.

Bye.

Did you forget something?

Yes.

What?

To kiss you.

Thank you.

That's nice.

Hello, Philippe?

Was it you who just called?

How many times do I have to repeat it?

If you have things to tell me, call me at the store.

Why? Can't you this afternoon?

Yes, now I am alone, what did you want to tell me?

You're crazy.

[In Italian]: You are crazy.

[In Italian]: Crazy as a horse.

Yes, yes, me too.

Okay, tonight at 5pm.

Hélène?

Yes?

You scare me, you know.

Me? Why?

Checking your watch every two minutes. That annoys me.

We are on Tuesday, what can I do?

This will end badly, Helene.

Oh, here we go again.

Why do you always say the same thing to me?

You care too much.

Me?

You're completely wrong.

And it will end very, very, very well, if you want to know.

In fishtail.

- No. - Yes.

And it will be wonderful.

What do you think I do every Tuesday from 5 to 7?

This...

I'm knitting memories for my old age.

Philippe?

Philippe?

Hello, yes?

It took you quite a while to respond, old chap.

Sorry, I was in the shower, I couldn't hear anything at all.

What's happening?

What is this?

Painting, obviously.

It's horrible.

Don't panic, it's vinyl, it comes off with water.

Don't touch me!

What the hell? I'm trying to be helpful here,

I'm asked to paint this door, I do it and I get scolded?

You should just have locked the bolt.

What are you doing?

Wow, what a mess!

And Dad thought that in red, it would be happier, it's a failure.

Oh, I am sorry.

You, rather than cackling like an idiot, you better take care of the mops.

Oh really? What a joyous house!

You need to pull yourself together. It's over now.

You don't know.

My car was stolen.

You came back with a taxi, then?

Oh. Doesn't it worry you a little bit?

But where did it happen?

Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street.

You have searched it?

What for?

You might have forgotten where you parked it.

Listen, I positioned myself right behind a Mercedes, you know, a big Mercedes.

And then, when I came back, the Mercedes was still there and not my Renault.

Did you go to the police?

No, I will go tomorrow.

Inform the insurance too.

Tell me, what were you doing Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street?

I'd rather you didn't know.

I went to an antique store.

A surprise for you.

There you go.

Now you know everything.

Excuse me, I always ask too many questions.

When you're done smooching in there, we can start thinking about eating.

I have one of these headaches...

It's probably a young guy who stole your car, to take his girlfriend around.

If I were going to impress, I would have rather stolen the Mercedes.

In three days, they will find it,

just enough time for the tank to be empty.

Let's hope.

What are you doing here? Don't touch.

I stole a smoke.

I hate it when people go through my belongings.

Oh, okay...

Do you want another fruit?

- Do you want another fruit? - No.

You must understand. It's unpleasant.

There's no need to make a drama out of it either.

Hey, look.

You still have paint on your eyebrow.

This?

- Shit. - You're bleeding.

Did you fight again?

It's earlier, in the entrance, I hit the ground.

Let me see...

You're injured, come here, I'm going to give you a stitch.

You're joking! It's nothing at all.

I have to go, I have a date at the Cinematheque with Barbara.

Can I ride with you?

If you want.

Nadine?

Yes?

Where are you going?

Buy cigarettes with MY money that is in MY pocket.

They do what they want.

Anyway, they've outgrown the age of asking for permission.

Do you want some coffee?

Not tonight.

I'm going to bed.

No, if you go to bed now, with the day you've had, you won't sleep.

Come.

Come.

First, let's have a drink to recover from all these emotions.

Take one if you want.

With you. Now that we don't have the kids around, for once.

Sit there.

But what's wrong with you?

A surprise.

Are you okay?

Huh?

Comfortable?

Ready to open your ears wide?

What do you want to listen to?

It's César Franck's Symphony. The one you wanted?

- I must... - This afternoon, I think...

- What? - No, tell me.

Tell me.

No, nothing.

Are you sure?

Yes, and I even forgot what I wanted to say.

It's like me. It's gone.

Yes...

What's done is done, Hélène.

Don't think about it anymore, don't talk about it.

It won't change anything.

If I were to die suddenly...

It can happen to me as much as others...

Or if it was Daniel who bashed his skull

riding like a maniac on his bike...

Then, yes, I would understand that you are upset.

But apart from that, the rest...

is not important.

Outside the threshold of this house,

what really matters to us?

Nothing.

You hear that?

Nothing.

What are you thinking about, Georges?

About your stolen car, of course.

Hello?

Oh no, it's not going to start again.

Ah, it's you.

Yes, it's me.

Yes, Dr. Noblet.

What are you saying?

Are you sure about that?

Okay, I'm going right away.

Is it serious?

What?

Yes.

Much more than I thought.

Aren't you taking your case?

I thought I left it in the car.

Are you coming home late tonight?

I don't know, when I get back, I'll try not to wake you up.

Oh, you're back.

I had a nightmare.

Close your eyes.

Relax.

Your patient?

He is dead.

Do you know what time it is?

After you, if you don't mind.

Try to not wake up your mother.

Double skull fracture, brain mashed up, blood everywhere.

The usual porridge, you know.

How's the appetite?

Yes, boss.

Well, that's good.

Oh, you're asking too much of me.

Roughly speaking, in the afternoon.

I'll let you know when the coroner...

What time?

Around 5 o'clock.

Do you know him?

Good.

The fingerprint report? We will have it in the afternoon.

The laboratory is on it.

Registration number?

No, we're not.

What?

Was the registration certificate also stolen?

No, no.

I have it here.

Thank you.

I will be at the station in half an hour.

By then, you prepare an interview with the concierge

I'll send one of my guys to Faubourg Saint-Honoré...

No, I will send one of my own, less noticeable.

And nothing in the newspapers until tonight, so that we can work in peace.

We'll send a report in the morning. Goodbye.

Here.

Thank you.

Is something missing?

It's nothing, a notebook.

We would have seen it, a notebook doesn't roll.

You must have left it at home.

Yes, maybe.

You know, I'm not really sure of what I'm doing today.

My car has been stolen.

We will find it for you.

The police are much better than people say.

Hello.

How much is this armchair worth?

Louis XIII?

Yes.

350.000 francs.

It's expensive, isn't it?

You didn't look properly.

It is of exceptional quality.

And of very good origin, which doesn't spoil anything.

Watch.

Yes, I see.

Well, in any case, I need to think.

Please.

Oh my God, I'm sorry.

It only happens to me.

Listen, if you're really interested in this chair,

we'll overlook this little incident.

Who is it payable to?

Leave it blank.

Do you think you can deliver this week?

At the end of the week, without fail.

Okay.

And thank you again, ma'am.

Thanks, goodbye.

Don't tell me you found it?

Ah, well... yes.

That's what it's like to be pretty, you're lucky.

Is that a compliment?

All in all, everything is going well.

Yes, except for three tickets that...

Go ahead, give them to me, it's to forgive me.

And don't forget to go to the police station to withdraw your complaint.

What will they think of me?

Ah, well...

Goodbye.

Hello.

Which era?

Louis Philippe. We also have it in brown.

Oh really, and you don't have anything in oak?

No, not at the moment, nothing.

But I don't see Mrs. Effront?

Pascale? She is almost never here in the afternoon.

Except on Tuesdays, isn't it Mrs. Noblet?

Do we know each other?

Well, I know you, that's enough.

A husband, two children, a dog, a pretty little blue car

and Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street, a lover.

A well balanced happiness.

Don't tell me I scare you.

Could one fear a poor devil like me?

I'm not scared at all.

I simply find you indiscreet.

But if I were indiscreet, madam, you would be the first one to know.

By whom?

You don't really think I'm spying on you for Mr. Philippe Marvier, do you?

To him, you haven't given any reason to be jealous, as far as I know.

Georges.

Since when?

About two weeks, but don't worry, I haven't told him anything yet.

Until further notice, you are pure as snow, the perfect wife.

Obviously, it will last as long as it will last.

Where is this going?

Cost wise, how much is a decent suit worth today?

Look at this blazer, no matter how much I'm careful, it's so scrappy.

You see, a button that goes away may not seem like much,

but replacing it is a whole story.

You never find the same one again, and the whole set needs to be changed.

And don't think, just because I wear worn-out shirts,

that I don't like fine clothes.

And impeccable pants.

Am I disturbing you?

Would you prefer me to call you back?

As you wish, but it will be quick. I'll pick you up tonight, no need for a taxi.

What?

Ah, they found it. It didn't take long.

Where?

I told you so.

Okay, sure.

Excuse me and see you later.

And what do you think about this?

You might say that it's an ultra-sophisticated ventilation system.

In summer, sure, but in winter... And my work don't care about the weather.

In your opinion, how much is a pair of shoes worth?

I don't know.

Give me a number.

15 to 20.000?

I'll find something for half the price.

10.000, let's say 10.000, 10.000 multiplied by 7.

That's because I'm not alone in this world. I have a wife and 5 children.

Why are you telling this to me and not my husband?

Do you really want it?

It wouldn't be in your interest nor mine, for what it's worth.

Learning that one's been cheated on closes one's heart... and their wallets.

But happiness is priceless.

Mr. Marvier would certainly advise you to pay.

At his age, there are other things to do than counting.

Ask him the question.

How much?

Do you love him a lot, your Philippe?

How much?

A lot, a lot, a lot?

You are very poignant.

Not everyone can be 20 years old and have a pretty face.

It will be 200.000 francs.

Very well.

Paris, November 14th.

That's good.

[Commercial announcements]

Were you following me?

I was driving behind you, yes, and then?

Are you watching me? Tell it like it is. I hate that.

What's this? Hélène, Hélène!

What's happening?

Nothing... No, something is.

For the past few days, I have the feeling of being followed.

By whom?

We will find out.

Even just now at the supermarket, a man didn't leave my side for a moment.

Ah, probably an inspector.

I don't see why the police would be interested in me.

Who said anything about the police?

Big stores are packed with security guards, everyone knows that.

Against theft.

In other words, I look like a thief.

Charming.

If criminals always looked the part, justice would be served quickly.

Are you there?

Don't you know the news?

Philippe has just been murdered.

Who?

Philippe Marvier.

I was shocked too.

Did you know that boy?

No.

Yes, you did, don't you remember?

Daniel introduced you to him one day at the racing club, a friend from college.

Oh really?

Maybe. I don't know.

It was Dorothée who called me this morning.

When she arrived at his place, the cops were already there.

Do you realize?

Did you set the table?

Yes, I had to keep myself busy.

Too bad there isn't a murder in your extended

circle every day, it would help your mother.

Anyway, I am going to the station tomorrow.

Can I ask why?

I have to say what I know.

You will not go.

What do you know?

Nothing.

That's exactly what I thought.

But I knew Philippe, that's something.

You are not the only one.

If all of his girlfriends went to talk to the cops, I feel like it would

hinder the investigation more than it would move it forward.

What's the problem?

May I remind you that you are not the only one concerned.

I have a reputation.

I don't see the connection.

While you try to see it, I'll teach you something.

Cops, the less you see them, the better off you are, understood?

What are you doing?

Searching for something...

What?

Nothing important.

Do you want some more coffee?

No, thank you.

Nadine?

You know what's new?

Now she is searching through my stuff.

Your mother?

What was she looking for?

That's a mystery.

Anyway, she didn't tell me.

I wasn't searching, Nadine.

Is that so?

Anyway, I don't care. I have nothing to hide, anyway.

And even if you did, it's her right.

When our daughter comes home at 5 a.m.,

we can ask her questions and open her drawers.

Did you come back at 5 a.m.?

Didn't I tell you?

No.

I must have forgotten.

Here comes Daniel.

It's about time.

Where were you?

Police headquarters.

What?

Why were you even there?

Saving my ass, maybe.

What are you saying?

That, the hit I took on the eyebrow arcade.

I didn't hurt myself while I was repainting the front door.

Yesterday afternoon, I fought with Philippe.

I knew you were in a fight!

What are you saying? How? Why?

What? You don't seriously think that I'm the one who killed him, do you?

No, no, I'm not saying that, but...

But why did you fight?

A stupid thing, he owed me some money.

Did you lend money to someone?

Rich as he was, I wasn't risking much.

Nevertheless, I can say goodbye to my money.

And you went and snitched to the cops?

Couldn't it wait until tomorrow?

And wait for them to pick me up?

Under what cause?

You don't realize? I was at Philippe's place!

I must have left my fingerprints everywhere.

His fingerprints...

First, the police would need to know that they are yours.

Secondly, fingerprints only work in detective novels.

Idiot!

Calm down, Georges.

I am going to walk the dog.

I'm fed up with all your stories.

Are you sleeping?

Yes, darling, I am dreaming.

I am trying to imagine that Marvier kid when he was still alive.

A lot of money, very rich parents.

Bachelor pad, and girls by the dozen.

For every season.

Do you think it was a woman who killed him?

Let me dream, I'm telling you that I'm trying to put myself in his shoes.

Twenty.

A face that looks like he could ice skate.

What?

You heard me. Ice skating.

Even the morning after a hangover, upon waking up,

I have a fresh breath.

Hop, I get up quickly, I put on my blue jeans.

I can see that. Don't you feel a little cramped?

You're right. Get two beers.

- Let's recap. - It will be quick.

Stop joking.

What do you think of the young Noblet?

He seems to be acting in good faith.

To a point where it is worrisome.

But don't worry, I won't rush him before he tells me more

about that address book that the concierge told me about.

Do you think he's the one who stole it?

Not necessarily, but here's what I'm sure of:

The name of the murderer is written in it. In full.

Cheers.

Oh, well!

I have work for you.

Drop these tickets, quick.

Did you go butterfly hunting again?

Yeah.

Pretty?

Elegant, well-built, navy blue, front-wheel drive, two doors.

You were right, no fingerprints.

I told you so.

They were wiped off.

The murderer was wearing gloves, a great tradition.

No, they were wiped off, it says.

How so?

I am reading what's written.

And the murder weapon has disappeared.

It's getting complicated.

Nadine, the coffee is going to get cold.

She has already left, didn't you hear her?

When?

Early.

I won't get into trouble?

After visiting him, where did you go?

Wait...

Did you have classes?

- What day was it? - Tuesday.

It's unbelievable, you're doing it on purpose!

What's happening?

Now, he forgot his schedule on the afternoon of the murder.

And you, do you remember?

I was in a consultation, just look at my appointment book.

And you?

And you?

I was at the store as usual.

There's only this little jerk...

There, after leaving Philippe's house, I went to Barbara's.

That's better.

You stay there, Rex. Calm and peaceful.

Tonight, I'm bringing you some biscuits, got it?

Bye.

It almost hit me in the eye.

What do you want?

I came to see for myself.

Yes, I wanted to see what happiness looks like.

I saw, it's not bad.

I'm starting to understand why the rich hold on to it so tightly.

What do you want?

Chat a little.

Alright.

About what, may I ask?

Always the same thing, the cost of living... Everything is increasing.

Bread, steak... and if it was only that.

Did you read the newspapers this morning?

In 24 hours, it's amazing how expensive silence has become.

If you believe that I killed Marvier, you are mistaken.

Who would dare to entertain such a notion?

Nobody, and definitely not me.

Really, I can't imagine you breaking your lover's head

with a bottle or, I don't know, a wrench?

But on the other hand, I believe you're capable of giving 5 million francs

to a poor man, who has only one worry:

The happiness of his humble family.

5 million francs?

9 a.m. sharp, in cash.

Used bills.

Pascale?

Already?

That's nice, I'll have time to go to the hairdresser.

I'm sorry, I can't stay today.

You need to replace me this afternoon.

Oh no, twice a week now?

One at a time, if I may?

Today, I'm the one knitting.

What did you say?

You look like you cried!

Not at all.

Did you eat something that wasn't fresh?

No, I didn't.

You look like you can't handle something.

Listen, I'm fine, OK.

OK, let's not speak about it.

Georges asked me to go to the bank.

And I...

I'm late, I have to go...

We are having a lot of trouble with family allowances.

How thrilling!

I swear it's the truth.

I believe you.

But be warned, I will be in the store until 3:30 p.m., not a minute longer.

Great, thank you.

Bye.

No, it's Pascale.

I recognized your voice, Georges dear.

She's not here.

The bank?

To do what?

Regarding family allowances, I believe.

Oh yes, I completely forgot that I asked her to do that.

Yes.

Yes, the worst troubles...

But it's better than a broken leg.

Goodbye, my dear Georges.

Very beautiful.

It's a beautiful stone, unfortunately, it needs to be re-cut.

Today's taste. And it means less carats.

4 million with the necklace. I can't go any higher.

Is that all?

If you wait for me to find a buyer,

with a little luck, you might be able to get more out of it.

There's this as well.

We know that the blow was delivered with a downward movement,

presumably with a round or oval object.

Do you see what I mean?

Yes, it was an ostrich who did it.

While passing through Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street,

it laid an egg on Marvier's head.

I took care of your tickets.

Thank you.

Do we also clear the others?

The others?

The others, the ones from Tuesday 20th, Tuesday 27th.

And then, every Tuesday, until a fateful Tuesday the 13th.

You don't say.

She's easy going, this Mrs Noblet.

Noblet, like the other one, the young one?

Yes, same name, same address.

"I'll be back soon" ANTIQUES - DECORATIONS.

I'll warn you, I'm not here as a client, don't get your hopes up.

But first, hello.

Hello.

Admit it, the world is small, right?

May I sit down?

But how did you know that I had this store?

In all traffic tickets, there is a license plate number.

So, it's not difficult to find your name, address, and schedule.

Oh well, I hadn't thought of that.

Moreover, even without that, I was sure to see you again.

I can't imagine how.

The place was still to be determined, but the opportunity was perfect.

Your son.

Daniel?

He didn't tell you that he came to see us?

Ah yes, yes, certainly, but I didn't know who.

It was me.

What a coincidence.

You think so?

So, it's to talk about him that you're here?

Who else...?

I must admit that I'm worried about that boy.

He is a fighter, isn't he?

You know, they all are at that age.

Yes, it is possible.

You know young guys better than I do...

If your son tries to hide something from us,

we should try to convince him that it's dangerous.

If necessary, call me.

Here, this is my number at the precinct.

I'll write another one for you.

Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street.

Where I am very often right now.

Come see us if needed.

You're also there all the time.

Me?

Never.

And Wednesday?

I had no choice, my car was stolen.

Stolen, yes...

But on Tuesday, you went there for something else.

None of my business, by the way...

Since you want to know everything...

I went to an antique dealer, to buy a Louis XIII chair.

Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street. So what?

Well...

Do you know how many people pass through this street?

Thousands.

I had plenty of choices.

Stupid dog!

You scared me!

Come here.

Ah, there you are.

Good day?

As usual.

Nothing special?

No.

You?

The daily routine.

No deaths today?

- Nadine! - What?

With a brother cutting out stiffs,

and a father whose clients are dropping like flies, I'm used to it.

Instead of talking nonsense, tell me where did you go this morning?

Classes.

That early? Look at me closely.

If you don't believe me, what can I do about it?

I give up.

Is there any dessert?

There is applesauce in the fridge.

I think I have finished it.

Well...

You figure it out.

Do you want an apple? There are some in the cellar.

They are half rotten, aren't they?

It won't matter.

I called you this afternoon.

What time?

Oh, around 2.45 p.m.

It was busy all the time.

It must be a power failure.

No, there's light at the little old lady's across the street.

So, it's the fuses.

What's wrong with the dog?

Oh, the scoundrels!

[In English] Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me.

To me? Is something wrong? We're not celebrating your birthday!

It's their 20th wedding anniversary.

It certainly concerns me.

At the town hall, at the church, in Venice.

I was there, me.

Can you say the same?

Daniel, it's indecent.

Let him speak.

Well, 17 years old is a beautiful age to have children.

When they are grown up, they have an amazing mother.

Now, do you understand why I left early this morning?

Yes, thank you.

Alright, shall we do it?

With me.

Hélène?

Don't walk on the gravel! The noise!

I'm fed up with waiting around. Where were you?

I think mom is onto something.

Goodbye, darling.

You are in a hurry.

If it wasn't 8 in the morning, I would think:

Here is a woman running to her lover.

You're so silly.

Bye.

See you tonight.

That is amusing.

If I had known.

Completely unexpected.

It can't be true...

You think so too?

We must both be mistaken. It's definitely an optical illusion.

Unless the Bank of France has renewed its models.

But personally, I prefer the old ones.

So, I strongly advise you to go and change them.

I... I don't understand...

You have until tonight, 5 o'clock. Final deadline.

Understood?

I will do the impossible.

I am sure of that, Mrs Noblet.

Hello, yes. Yes.

She is leaving from here.

I had the same impression.

When?

Good. Good.

No.

I'm waiting.

Nadine, is that you?

Is your father still here?

Oh really?

For how long?

Do you know if he had an appointment before going to his office?

His office?

No, he didn't.

My voice?

What's wrong with my voice?

You're talking nonsense.

Well, goodbye.

Bye.

Mister.

Sir?

You have a very nice seat there.

Ah, but unfortunately, it is sold.

May I ask if it was bought by check or in cash?

Sir, I...

Wait.

Rest assured, I don't belong to the financial squad, only the criminal.

That's reassuring.

You're welcome.

No, the lady paid me by check and I haven't deposited it yet,

that works out well.

It was the 13th.

So, Tuesday.

Oh no. Wednesday.

You must be mistaken, on Wednesday, it was the 14th.

Possible, the lady may have made a mistake,

but there is one thing I am sure of:

This piece arrived on Wednesday morning, and an hour later, it was sold.

That was what we call a good start of the day.

Not for everyone.

You're already here?

I told you I would open.

I know, but I wanted to see you.

I wasn't very nice to you yesterday.

And I feel like I made a mistake.

My god. When?

On the phone with your husband.

Did he just call you?

No, no, not now. Yesterday, after you left.

Oh really, yesterday?

Didn't he tell you?

Ah yes, certainly, yes.

That's good.

All in all, everything is fine?

Yes.

Why are you saying that?

I don't know, but for the past few days,

I have the feeling that something is not quite right.

Well, if you want to go shopping, be my guest.

Alright. I get the message, don't worry.

I'll leave you two together.

Although, I don't see at all why you fancy him.

Fancy who?

The guy, there.

Maybe he's waiting for you?

- Do you think so? - Yes?

There is a way to find out.

We will see.

Not yet?

Tell him to call me as soon as he arrives, it's urgent.

Yes, I must talk to him before 5 o'clock.

I'm staying in the store.

I will tell him.

Yes, yes, I will.

You can rely on me.

Thank you, miss.

Yes, there is something new.

Yes, I suspected it from the beginning, but now it's clear.

I am afraid.

I said that I am scared.

And when you swept?

Do I have to say everything?

In the interest of justice, yes.

I sometimes like to pour myself a little martini.

Just one finger.

Well, go ahead.

Poor Mr. Philippe.

I feel completely rejuvenated.

Ready to tackle the dust.

That's my vice, objects.

It has to shine or I'll die.

Never a bad word about that.

When I'm finished with my rag, the world shines like a bald man's head.

The statue, it's no longer there.

What?

The thing, there, it disappeared.

Mr. Philippe called it a sculpture.

That's his opinion, but...

It was all round and heavy.

It looked like a big golden ball.

With a hole in the middle.

Georges, it's you, finally!

Absent until further notice.

In case of emergency, call Doctor Emile Cariot at 551-3107.

I repeat the message.

Newspapers, it's a completely original idea.

Ignoring your political opinions,

you'll have noticed that I have chosen from all sides.

Yes, I enjoyed it.

It's a dangerous game, isn't it?

For whom? My wife?

Yes.

You're wrong since the beginning, my dear Henricot.

I am not a husband jealous of his unfaithful wife.

But on the contrary, a man determined to get rid of her.

These are things that happen.

That surprises me coming from you.

However, by using your services, I was only expecting

the necessary evidence for a quick divorce.

And today?

Nothing has changed.

Nothing has changed for you and for me, but for young Philippe...

I heard that he was not recovering well from the love he was receiving.

Some say it's his business and that all mistresses are the same.

That's true, for him, it was a headache.

If I may say.

In the case of Mrs. Noblet...

Let's not waste any time, Henricot. Cards on the table.

Does 5 million francs still interest you?

What do you expect from me, exactly?

Nothing.

Just a little burst of conscience.

In which direction?

The most honorable.

Denounce her.

You're bluffing.

Let's not talk about it anymore.

Before your arrival, I had started writing

a letter to the chief commissioner.

Do you end with yours truly or respectfully?

Both, it's nicer.

Mr. Commissioner, I have the honor to bring to your

attention that Ms. Hélène Noblet is the mistress...

Yes, I just read it, it's perfect.

That's it, no objections?

None.

And the money?

Tomorrow morning, not now. After the letter is received.

It's well thought out. I'll post it at the count of...

One.

Two.

Three.

Five million, tomorrow at ten o'clock, no delay.

I am not waiting.

I'm done waiting and talking.

Otherwise, I will have to go to the criminal squad myself.

To relieve my conscience.

Something tells me that Mrs. Noblet would not be the only one to be worried.

Sincerely.

Surprised to see me?

A little, yes.

With your style, I'd figure you'd creep outside pre-schools, not college.

Charming. Come with me.

Hello?

Is that you, Georges?

What?

I'm telling you they just arrested Daniel!

Georges, please, tell me.

Not now, it's neither the time nor the place.

I need to know where you put all the money...

No.

Can't you see how I feel?

Your son is accused of murder, you are upset, what could be more natural?

Yes, but there is everything else...

Nothing.

You understand me?

You know nothing.

Georges...

I was with a girl, I told you!

Barbara Loove.

What?

That's her name. Not my fault, she is English.

It is spelled with two 'o's and she lives on Rue de la Pompe.

The total package, this girl.

What are you waiting for?

Call her, let's go.

- Can I? - Since I'm telling you.

Prepare me a statement sheet.

Hello?

Mrs. Loove?

Hello, ma'am, this is Daniel Noblet.

My regards, ma'am.

Could I speak to Barbara, please?

Oh, really?

Yes.

And, do you know where?

No, no, it doesn't matter, goodbye, ma'am.

My respects.

And my condolences.

She ran off with someone else.

She is in Saint-Tropez, her mother doesn't know where.

You're not going to keep me here

for eight days while she's sunbathing, right?

What do you want me to do about it?

You could try to find her.

After all, it's your job, isn't it?

We will find her.

Yes, but when?

If you're worried about your five p.m. appointment,

it has been rescheduled.

I took care of it.

The parents have arrived.

Let's go.

Hi.

As you can see, I'm not in handcuffs yet.

Letting you see your son might not be very regular,

but I think it would be a good idea to talk with him.

Can I have a word with you, Commissioner?

You're here for that.

In private, if you would be so kind.

What's wrong? Don't you start crying or something.

I'm not.

Your hands are freezing.

It's okay...

That's more like you.

You know what we'll tell these cops?

We tell them to...

Daniel, please!

To accuse anyone, you need proof.

Really?

You know it as well as I do.

Indeed, but could you specify which one?

Not today. Not tonight.

Tomorrow, as I already told you. Tomorrow morning.

You know who killed Philippe Marvier.

Why not report her right away?

I mean, that person.

It's not only in my hands.

In the meantime, your son will stay here.

He will be a convenient murderer.

Of course, and it's an abominable...

Error, I know, the police always make them.

In this specific case, it's not just an error, it's cowardice.

I advise you to moderate your tone, Doctor, it could turn against you.

I'm beyond that point.

Please.

Can he go, now?

Unfortunately not.

But you may have something to tell me.

Excuse my wife, she is upset.

I can understand why she would be.

A night at the station never killed anyone.

Come with me.

It's like military service, it toughens you up.

Georges, I want to know what...

No, let's wait until we're home.

Are you able to drive?

- I am, yes, but... - Then let's go.

Nadine?

She's not here?

No.

Then, we're alone.

Nadine?

Is she dining outside?

I don't know, she didn't tell me anything.

What could we eat?

Oh, because you're hungry?

Yes.

Well.

I am going to set the table.

Yes, thank you.

It would have been a mistake to give in to blackmail.

You know where it starts,

not where it ends.

By the way, it's not with Henricot that you need to explain yourself.

Don't be afraid, I'm not asking you anything.

Everything I wanted to know can be told in very few words.

Registered inside an appointment book.

A little green notebook, full of Tuesdays.

Hélène!

Give me your arm. Slowly.

Come on, calm down, it's Daniel's stuff, you know it.

Come on.

What I did, I did it for you.

To keep you.

I love you, Hélène.

But I don't know how to express it well.

I don't know how to speak. Not when I should.

I was on Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street, Tuesday.

I moved your car.

But why?

So that you understand.

Without us needing to speak.

I wanted to give you a sort of warning.

But why are you telling me, now?

Because of Daniel, I can no longer remain silent.

Come on, let's go, we're going to be late.

Mr. and Mrs. Leblanc, the commissioner is waiting for you.

Thank you.

Let me go alone, don't ask me any questions.

All I can assure you is that in a moment, Daniel will be here.

What?

First of all, you need to know this.

I take full responsibility for the death of Philippe Marvier.

I knew you were going to say that.

And in there, you piled up a pyjama, a toothbrush...

Everything you need for your arrest.

You are thoughtful, Doctor, and very chivalrous.

But it's useless.

Please sit.

This morning, I received this letter.

You'll tell me that this is no proof.

On the contrary, it's the proof.

Are you married, Commissioner?

I'm not.

It's a shame.

It would allow you to better understand a case like this.

When it's not known outside of the main parties involved,

a couple can deal with cheating.

On the other hand...

It is more unpleasant if it was spread in the newspapers on the crime beat.

What's wrong?

I am counting the bell toll.

Tuesday evening, while I was listening to music with my wife,

someone called me to tell me that she had just killed Philippe Marvier.

Someone well informed to know.

I went there.

Where?

At the boy's home, naturally.

I couldn't believe it.

I started erasing the traces of Hélène's presence, her fingerprints, everything.

What about calling the police?

It took a long time, over an hour.

One hour is enough time to think.

I realized that by erasing the evidence of her guilt,

I might have tampered with the proof of her innocence.

Maybe she didn't kill him.

Who called you?

I hired someone to follow my wife.

Yes.

We itch to learn certain things and then it's stronger than ourselves.

We scratch.

I even started following her myself.

On Tuesday at 5 o'clock, I was on Faubourg Saint-Honoré Street.

And there, a few moments after Hélène entered,

I saw a man come out of the building.

A man I knew well.

The murderer?

Yes and no.

Yes and no isn't good enough.

Think like I did then.

To suspect Henricot at that point, I would

have needed to be aware of Marvier's death.

However, as I told you, I only found out about it in the evening.

By whom?

By him. Henricot.

Taxi, taxi!

The police station.

He had a stroke of genius by sending me to his victim.

Your wife just murdered her lover, if you care as much as you say,

go erase the traces of the crime...

And I swallowed it.

Assuming it's him, Henricot, who killed Marvier.

Did he have a motive?

None.

None, as long as they haven't met each other in person.

For Henricot, at the beginning, it was only a routine visit.

What did he want from that boy?

Oh, the classic move.

As long as the husband had paid,

and wouldn't pay anymore,

why not try to double the pay by telling the lover or the wife or both?

Wait, wait.

Are you certain or are these just assumptions?

What is this?

A button.

Make him wait.

Send me the young Noblet.

You can't expect me to convict someone with a trouser button.

No, even with a blazer button.

But Marvier held it in his hand on Tuesday evening.

Yes.

I did that.

What's the proof?

Nothing.

But try to imagine a money discussion that goes wrong.

Marvier gets angry.

He grabs Henricot by the throat.

Henricot who is scared.

More and more scared.

Who grabs anything within reach.

Something like this.

A big blow to the head.

Blood?

And surely some fingerprints that I haven't erased.

You can compare them with the ones on the letter.

Tell me, Doctor.

Does hiding the weapon of a crime have a name?

Obstruction of justice?

And the home delivery of the murderer?

Is there a name for this?

Your son will be free in a moment, we're done with him.

Madam, here's one of my colleagues, Inspector Du Tour.

Daniel!

Don't rejoice too soon.

There is still a small problem remaining.

Nadine.

What, Nadine?

I will explain.

- Excuse... - The office of Commissioner Moureu:

The elevator, on the fourth floor, to the left.

Thank you very much.

You have the name and address on there, go ahead.

Pregnant?

We need to accept it.

But how?

Like everyone else.

Excuse me, sir?

Commissioner Moureu's office?

Why?

This is confidential.

Who's asking?

Henricot.

Edouard?

Yes.

Very well, sir. I'll accompany you.

You are?

Henricot, Edouard.

Enter, sir.

Sit down.

I'm listening to you.

I'm here to relieve my conscience.

Do you know this button?

Ah.

Oh well, that's...

That's curious...

Put him in a cell right away, quickly.

Well, after all, she won't be the first in the family to get married in a rush.