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(READS) Chief Inspector Maigret,
Police Judiciaire, Quai des Orf

A crime will take place
during the first mass

on All Souls Day in the church of
Saint-Fiacre.

Look what was in the post this
morning.

Saint-Fiacre. Village near Moulins.
I was born there.

Huh!
Long time ago.

Still, mind the shop,
will you, Lucas?

There's a good fellow.

You're not going all the way down
there? It's just a hoax, surely. Or a challenge. We'll see, old son.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(BELL TOLLS)

(BELL CONTINUES TO TOLL)

(PRIEST CHANTS IN LATIN)

CONGREGATION: Amen.

(PRIEST AND CONGREGATION
CHANT IN LATIN)

# (CHURCH ORGAN PLAYS)

(PRIEST CHANTS IN LATIN)

CONGREGATION: Amen.

(CONTINUES CHANTING)

(SILENCE)

Madame...

Dead.
Who are you?

Chief Inspector Maigret.
Police? From Paris.

Paris? And you?
Martin. Father Martin.

Father Martin?

No visible wounds.
You suspect a crime?

Dr Bouchardon should tell us what we
need to know.

(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)
Ah!

The Countess? Can't say I'm
surprised. There's quite a history.

Several attacks,
one just six weeks ago.

Her condition is well known?
Of course. You can't keep much quiet Not this one, that's for certain.

But you can say
that it was caused naturally?

That it wasn't a crime?

Crime? Well, if it was a crime,
I can't say the next mass.

The Bishop would have to
reconsecrate the church.

It would've been desecrated.

Doctor? What's more natural
than a heart attack?

If you've got a weak heart, that is.

Maigret, the council bailiff -
you're his boy?

My father's buried over there.

Yes, I can see it now.

Yes, well, we all change, don't we?

You haven't.

You still miss mass to go fishing.

Afraid so. With Lucien Gautier,
your father's successor.

Have you met him?
Never. Hm.

Purely sentimental visit?
Day of the Dead.

Traditional, really. Pay one's
respects. Bet you didn't expect t

Did Madame live alone after the
Count died? Oh, good Lord, no. 00:06:01,963
Had a succession of confidential
secretaries.

All males, strangely enough,
and half her age, too.

Jean Metayer is the latest. Local
fellow? I warned her against too much
excitement in bed.

Mind you, I can't see Metayer
giving any woman a heart attack!

Not that way. You'll see.

Get someone to help you with Madame.
Albert! Marie-Christine!

Out here, quickly!

What's happening?
Where's the Countess?

In the car. Well, what brings you
here, Doctor? Police.
Police? But why?

Oh, no...

Oh, my God!
Heart attack - fatal - during mass.

You mean Madame is dead?
(PHONE RINGS)

I'll answer that.

It's too terrible!

When, exactly?
As the Chief Inspector said...

Chief Inspector? From Paris. Name
of Maigret, son of the old baili

Coincidence, do you think?
What else?

(RINGS)
Hello?

Yes, she is. She is, indeed.

I'd advise you to get here as quickly
as possible.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

No sign of a needle,
no evidence of poison...

I was right first time.
Definitely cardiac arrest.

(CLOCK TICKS)

When I was a young boy,

I used to think she was the most
beautiful woman in the world.

No, no, don't go upstairs now.
(DOOR OPENS)

I'm freezing.
You might have let me dress!

How long have you been
the Countess's secretary? Two years.

And what did you do before that?

I travelled,
wrote articles on art - antiques.

Private income?
An allowance from my father.

Ah!

There used to be a lot more of these
here when I was a boy.

Many of them gone now. It's very sad.

All sold, I suppose.

You became the Countess's lover?

One is free to do exactly -
You get on well with her son?

Count Maurice?
You're about the same age. Do you?

I fail to see what -
Do you?

Or did you supplant him
in his mother's affections?

May I go home?
Yes.

Who the devil are YOU?

Was it you I spoke to on the phone?

Your mother died this morning.

(CLOCK TICKS)

Poor old thing!

It happened during first mass,
I understand. Is that right?

Chief Inspector Maigret was present.

You saw her die?

We need to talk further.

By all means.

(DOOR SLAMS, RAISED VOICES)

Oh, my God!
You aren't still with us, are you?

I just wanted to offer my
condolences - Get out!

Naturally, you're upset. I am, too.

Excuse me.

So, you're Old Maigret's son.
Well, well!

You met our new bailiff, Gautier?
Not yet, Count, no.

Whisky?
A finger.

Thank you.

I wish I could say I remembered you,
but I don't.

I watched you learn to walk.

Your health.
And yours.

What's that?
Read it.

Sent to me in Paris.

Anonymously, of course.

"A crime will take place
during first mass

on All Souls Day at the church
of Saint-Fiacre." So down you came? 00:11:38,960
Couldn't resist the invitation to
return to the scene of my childhood.

I can imagine.
The doctor tells me your mother's heart condition

Oh, yes. Common knowledge.

Apart from yourself, Count, can
anyone else benefit financially from You mean Metayer?

I just wondered.
He's in her will.

Bouchardon also tells me
the house is heavily mortgaged.

Three out of the four farms
have been sold.

I notice myself that much of the
furniture and paintings - books

Why is that?
Oh, so banal!

After my father died...
He was a provident man.

I know. You do? Oh! Yes, you do,
of course. Carry on.
Papa's death upset Maman dreadfully.

At first, she spent
all her time in church.

Where were you? Me?
Doing nothing very well in Paris.

Backed a film company. Disaster!

Burnt my fingers
in a racing syndicate.

Published a society magazine.

Tittle-tattle plus investment tips.
You know, that sort of thing.

I'll take that.

Anyway, my mother very soon
announced she needed help

to run the chateau.

Hence her various secretaries?

The Doctor's been talking.
All were also her lovers, he said.

Well, yes.

But she needed comfort.
Don't blame her, do you? No.

Mind you, she blamed herself.
Agonies of remorse.

Is that so?

Every one of them took advantage -
not just of her bed.

This last one, especially.
You don't like Metayer?

I loathe him.

Having watched your mother throughout
the service...

Of course!

Excuse me, Count.
We'll talk again later.

High mass is just about to finish,
isn't it?

Well, yes, I think.
Later.

Can I assist, Chief Inspector?
Who took the prayer book - the C

It's gone.

I don't know.
Has anyone else sat here?

No. Not at the second mass.
And at this last one? No, no-one. 00:14:42,882
Kindly make it known
there will be a reward

for whoever brings me the Countess's
prayer book.

I'd better state a price,
knowing folks around here.

Mm... Shall we say 500 francs?
Right.

(BIRDSONG)

Monsieur, excuse me...

One doesn't smoke here.

Oh... Ah! Sorry.

Madame, that young man -
I'm sure you know him.

Course I do. Emile. Emile Gautier.
The bailiff's son.

Aah! No, no - that's me.

Eh? Mm. My father
was the old bailiff at the chateau.

Well, that's the new one's lad
with his mother.

He works in the bank at Moulins.
Maigret?

Are you young Maigret?

Young Jules?
Ah-ha.

I used to buy oranges from you
when I was a boy, Francoise.

Good day, Madame.

Monsieur Gautier!

Are you the policeman from Paris?

Who told you that?
When they came for the Doctor.

Why should I?
It's a public holiday today!

Besides, what can I do?
I'm not a doctor, am I?

Nor a policeman!
Well, you can come along now.

Grounds aren't what they were.
No. We had to dismiss all the

Nothing to pay them with.
And Saint-Fiacre, as well.

What? The Saint.
You had to sack him, too.

He was a keen horticulturalist,
I was always told.

Oh, the patron saint of gardeners!
Yes.

So as far as the estate's concerned,

you look after pretty much
everything? Everything.

Just like my father did.

I can see the likeness now.
I don't think I ever met you, did I?

No, I was away studying medicine
in Nantes. Yes, I remember. 00:17:28,043
You didn't stick with medicine?
No.

So if you do everything, what's left
for young Metayer to do?

Sponge. He's a sponger. What about
the Count? Is he a sponger too

Yes, but with more claim.

Well, that takes you back...

..any number of years.

So anyway, young Metayer has done
little or nothing

during his time here as secretary?

Well, I wouldn't say that, no.

At the start, he made out
he's a financial genius.

Took control of the Countess's
investments.

Only every stock he bought
went down, not up. Down and down. 00:18:12,964
Apart from that, he wrote the
occasional article for the Courier.

Moulins Courier?
Mm.

I reckon they only printed them
out of respect for the Countess.

Nobody thought much of it.
He gave himself such airs! Eurgh! 00:18:25,124
Are you going to come in?
Some other time. As you wish.

(ROOSTER CROWS)

(HOOFBEATS)

Are you the Chief Inspector?
Yes, I am.

We may be a poor family, Monsieur,

but we've always been an honest one.

You took the prayer book?

Answer the man!

He's the bane of my life.

Been on and on at me to buy him
a big prayer book like Father Marti

I told him, how could the likes of
us afford one of those?

So what happens? Comes back,
he does, just before high mass.

Goes up to his room, then out again.

So...what do I find under his
mattress?

There! I shall die of shame.

Thank you very much.
Says he found it in the sacristy,

under his surplice.

Then there's a reward, isn't there?

Oh, yes, the reward, yes. Erm...

Let me see.

There you are.
Thank you, Chief Inspector.

Come on, you! The man's had enough
of you, and so have I!

Papa, listen. I need your help -
I'm in trouble. (DOOR SLAMS) 00:20:16,605
I can't talk now. Goodbye.

Chief Inspector.
Going home?

When did you last go
to the Moulins Courier?

I don't mean to the office.
I mean to the printing works.

Why ask that?
Why not answer?

No. No, I'm not obliged.

You studied law, I expect?
Two years.

There's no crime here.
The doctor's confirmed -

Except I maintain the Countess
was killed deliberately with mali

by the most vicious of killers!

Read this.

It is, in effect, the murder weapon.

The murderer had it printed.

"Count Maurice blew his brains out
yesterday afternoon," it says.

His mother found that in her prayer
book at the end of the mass.

No wonder she had a heart attack.

And whoever did it notified me in
Paris, announcing the time and place I refuse to speak.

Don't leave the village
without telling me.

Just get me the money, Gautier!
I can't promise, sir.

Get it! Offer the home farm
as security.

Tell them it's for the funeral, or
something. Just a short-term loan.

Go on with you.

Chief Inspector, come in.

Do it, Gautier.

(SIGHS) If you ever want to feel
depressed,

talk to our bailiff (!)

(CHUCKLES) Did you hear any of that?

Well, the door was open.
I couldn't help it.

Mm.

Look, the...fact is,

I came here today with the intention
of begging my mother for two m

That's a lot of money
for a policeman, I'm sure.

You see, I wrote a cheque a couple
of days ago. And didn't have the<

Criminal offence. I know, I know.

Have to be presented tomorrow.

I'm sure the Jockey Club
won't hesitate to prosecute.

They can certainly obtain a warrant
for your arrest. Quite.

Should have told you before.

Did you know you were dead?
Mm?

You committed suicide in Paris
yesterday afternoon.

This account of your death was placed
in your mother's prayer book,

where she was sure to find it.

The shock killed her.

Is this a real newspaper cutting?
Of course not.

Someone had it printed.
For one purpose only, in my view.

To kill.
My God!

Can you spare a moment, Father?

Not easily, no.

I think you should.

You may yet need to have your church
reconsecrated.

You said it was a natural death.

I said nothing of the kind.

That was Dr Bouchardon's opinion,
not mine.

It was murder, Father. Murder.

Someone took the Countess's
prayer book, didn't they?

Ernest Bonnet found it
hidden under his surplice.

Only four people could have moved
that book.

Ernest himself, the Sacristan,
the bell ringer -

I took it.

And you concealed it in your
sacristy?

I was so appalled by what had
happened, I...wasn't thinking

Did you know what was in the book?

No.
In that case -

Look, I beg you, please don't ask me
any further questions.

Secrets of the confessional are
involved.

Are you telling me you know who the
murderer is?

God knows him.

Well, don't you think it's your duty
as a citizen -

If you'll excuse me,
I'm needed elsewhere.

(ROAR OF ENGINE)

Here we are, Monsieur Jules.

Ah, thank you, Marie-Tatin.

You know, the old Count was a
wonderful man.

He kept everything up to scratch,
especially the grounds.

My father took me round them as a
boy. It was like heaven!

Yes, we knew where
we were with the old Count.

But his son is a different matter -
everyone says so.

And as for the Countess... Well...
(SIGHS)

She should have grown old
with dignity.

She made Saint-Fiacre a byword,
she did.

I know I shouldn't speak ill of
the dead, but all those young m

I mean, I ask you - at her age?

Are you quite sure you didn't hear
that car this morning? No,

Does...does Emile Gautier have a car?
No, he's got a Vespa.

He goes to the bank on it regularly,
but not before half past seven.

Mm, no, no. It wasn't one of
those pop-pop things.

It's not as if we're on the way
to anywhere, is it?

No.

(RINGS)

Morning, Albert.
I'd like to talk to Count Maurice.

He isn't here, Chief Inspector.

Gone? Where?
He didn't say.

Drove off before any of us was up.

Did the bailiff call again last
night? Monsieur Gautier? No.

Just Father Martin.
No-one else? No.

I must make a phone call.

Hello, Operator? I want to make
a personal call to Paris.

Police Judiciaire, Quai des Orfevres.

Ask for Sergeant Lucas.

(CLOCK BELL CHIMES)

(PHONE RINGS)

Monsieur Gautier?

Ah, yes.
Yes, my father told me who you were.

I hope you didn't object.
You know, yesterday.

In the cemetery.
Of course not!

I can smoke in here, though, can I?
Of course. Yes, do, Chief Inspector.

I need some information concerning
the Countess's financial affairs.

Come through, please.

Right.

Please.
Thank you.

She never enquired about the state
of her account.

Just wrote cheques
without regard.

No idea of management. Yes. The old
Count had taken care of everythi

Oh, yes. Yes, my father says things
were different when he was alive.<

Everything went like clockwork.

Repairs, planting, rents...
True.

But recently I've been obliged to
stop her cheques.

And when I telephoned to explain,
Madame would...

Well, she'd become quite angry
with me, really.

It was rather embarrassing
for both of us. I'm sure.

I expect you're aware that three out
of the four farms are sold.

The fourth is mortgaged.

Some equity remains in it, but
nothing of substance.

The same is true of the chateau
itself.

Not much left for Count Maurice?

Not really, no. Mind you,

he's enjoyed most of his inheritance
in advance, you could say.

Mm, yes.

Tell me, has Metayer benefited at
all?

He received an overgenerous salary,

in my view.

And his investments on Madame's
behalf proved...unsound.

If they were really made at all,
that is. You mean he may have

Bourges, Paris, Lyon... Anywhere.

All drained away.

Do you recognise this typeface?

Cheltenham Bold, it's known as.
Everybody uses it.

Let's go upstairs.

You mean there are other printers
here in Moulins?

No, no. I mean, most provincial
papers favour Cheltenham Bold.

Bourges, Navarre...

I've been asked to turn out this
sort of thing from time to time,

usually for a theatrical troupe.
Ah! But not recently?

No, no, no, no.
What about the paper?

Made in Germany and supplied
by Constant brothers, Macon.

We all go to them.
Ah!

Does Monsieur Metayer
ever come here?

Him? He's always in and out.

He reckons he knows the job
better than we do!

Could he set a piece up like this,
if he chose to?

Well, given a couple of hours,
I dare say yes.

Ah! When was he last here?

A couple of days ago. Yes, Tuesday.
And twice, the week before.

Ah! Well, thank you very much,
Monsieur.

Not at all. You've been most
helpful. Is that so?
(BLOWS WHISTLE)

How interesting.

So please go back to the bank. Thank
you, Lucas.

Good morning, Michel.
Good morning, sir.

(HORSE SNORTS)

Good morning, sir.

(MOURNERS MURMUR PRAYER IN LATIN)

I'd like another word with you,
Father. I have already told you.<

Concerning important matters outside
the confessional.

(CAR TYRES SCREECH)
Ah! That sounds like the Count now.

Back so soon!

# (PLAYS OPENING NOTES
TO "FRERE JACQUES")

You certainly believe in making
yourself at home, Chief Inspector.

You went to Paris.
How did you know that?

Albert, ask Father Martin to join
us.

I heard your car pass
very early this morning.

Your bank in Rue St Honore
has informed my colleagues

at headquarters in Paris

that someone deposited the money you
needed this morning. As you say

I assume that person was yourself.
Me? Yes.

Who supplied the money, Count?

Emile Gautier tells me his father
didn't call here last night.

Gautier did nothing. Didn't even
try. I told you he wouldn't!

However...
(DOOR OPENS)

Ah! Father.

The Chief Inspector wishes to know
why you sent me 2 million francs 00:33:12,405
That was in the strictest
confidence!

Father Martin was devoted to my
mother.

The cash, lent by our notary's widow

- Father Martin
is good with women (!) -

arrived with a note.

"Be careful," it says.
"I pray for you."

There! Somewhat poisonous, I'd say.

I regard the money as a loan,
Father.

But I do not accept what your note
seeks to imply:

that I am in some way guilty
of my mother's death!

I have already told Monsieur Maigret
that I cannot speak further.

My mother confessed something.

Or was it Metayer?

He's one of your flock.
What did he confess?

You know I cannot say any more.
But I can guess, Father.

She told you about my gambling,
my women, my debts. Hm?

Said she lived in fear of my begging
letters, my constant visits here

to beg for yet more and more money!

That's it, isn't it?

And did she finally suggest, within
the confessional,

that she feared for her life,
so desperate was I to inherit?

Was that it? Especially as her
latest personal secretary

was creaming off so much
of what was legitimately mine?

Please... Please.

You may go, Father.
What?! You can go.

How dare he suggest! Anyone can have
his suspicions, Count.

At least his generosity's
enabled you to avoid arrest.

The family honour preserved
by that pious little toad (!)

Please. He's not the only one to
feel horrified by recent events.

As a child, I looked up to your
family, Count.

I had no doubt you'd be worthy of
your name.

Of course, I was wrong.

How was I to know you'd turn out to
be as you are?

Or that your mother would fall prey
to a murderer?

You can't say it was murder. Oh,
in the strictly judicial sense, no

Exactly.
But in terms of natural justice,

I can say and do say it was murder,

as surely as if someone
had fired a gun at her.

The news of your suicide was intended
to shock - to kill, even.

It succeeded.

Tell me, Count,

does Cheltenham Bold
mean anything to you?

Cheltenham?

It is a racecourse in England, I
believe.

Is it, really?

Oh, another thing. Don't leave the
village again without telling me.

(ROOSTER CROWS)

(CLUCKING)

Hello. Good morning.
I'd like to talk to your husband, 00:36:45,760
Come in.
Thank you so much.

In here?
No, not the study - the kitchen.

Ah!

In here. Ah, thank you.
I'll fetch him. 00:37:37,280
Ah, Chief Inspector.
Hello.

I used to play for hours under this
table when I was a child.

It was a cave, a wigwam, a robbers'
den... Like most kids.

Did your son? No. Old head on young
shoulders, with him.

Always like that, he was. A-ha. You
don't care for the Count, do

Mm?

Well, you couldn't raise the money
he wanted.

I tried, but no-one was prepared to
put it up.

Not around here.

They know him only too well.

Father Martin seemed
to manage it all right.

More fool him. Here's health.

Good health.

My father used to keep the account
books in there.

Which ones? Oh, I don't know. Usual
stuff - staff wages,

farm revenue, rent collections...

General game logs and
the lot, you know.

Do you mind if I have a look?
Er, Emile took them just the other To do an audit? Yes.
Oh, well, that's all right, then.

They'll be safe in the bank, yes.

It's a pity, really.
I was in Moulins only this morning.

I could have looked at them then,
but...some other time.

Why don't you like the count?

I said...I said before.

I said why.
Oh, yes, a scrounger. Yes.

With more claim that Metayer,
whom you dislike even more.

You know, it's very strange for me
being here after all these years.

It's disconcerting.

It's very much the same
but somehow different.

Yeah... Pity about the old range.

New. Fairer to the wife.
Kept on at you to get one, hm?

Women will, won't they
- some of them - push us where we'd rat

Well, I won't keep you any longer,
Gautier.

I'm sure you have a thousand and one
things you have to do.

I know my father did.

Oh, you needn't mention to your son
my inquiries about the estate Just between you and me. All right?
Cheerio.

(SIGHS) You remember what to say?

Well, you just tell him.

Tell the man!

Hello, Ernest.
Um, I er... What?

Can I see your whistle?
Here.

A-ha! May I?

(BLOWS WHISTLE)

When I was your age, I'd have killed
for one of these.

(SHORT BLASTS)

You've got something to tell me,
haven't you?

I'm listening.
It's about the prayer book.

You see, my mother didn't tell you
everything.

Just after second mass,
someone asked me where it was.

Who?

Who?

Look, would you like some grenadine?
Huh?

Fizzy water?
Sure, fizzy water.

After you, Monsieur.

The Count - Count Maurice
came into the church.

You're quite sure you don't mean
Monsieur Metayer?

No. No, it was the Count!

He asked me if I'd seen
the Countess's prayer book.

It wasn't in her pew.
And you hadn't then?

No, it was just before I found it.
In the sacristy?

Mm. So you were telling the Count
the truth at that moment?

Oh, yes. Just like you're telling me
the truth now?

Yes.
Good. Well, that's fine.

Well, then, Ernest,
you've been a great help to me.

Thanks to you, I can now see my way.

How did you know about my whistle?

Saw you in Moulins.

What, you followed me -
like a real detective?

There we are. Now, you'd better
run along now. And thanks again.

(HUM OF CONVERSATION)

I must speak with you.

There's something - What?
What have you omitted to tell me?

The night before the Countess died -
Someone broke into the chateau

and inserted the newspaper cutting
into the prayer book?

How do you know?
I don't.

I'm making it up, just like you are.
It's true.

I heard a noise and
when I went down to investigate,

the front door was wide open.

Why didn't you tell me this before?
I was afraid you wouldn't be

(PHONE RINGS)
I swear to you, Chief Inspector.

Maigret? Ah, Lucas!

Yes, very good.

Ah, thank you.

Yes, it's just what I expected.

Well, Metayer, suppose
I accept your story.

Who was the intruder?
I'm sure it was the Count himself.

Are you? Why don't we both ask him
together?

Now?
Why not? No time like the present.

The Chief Inspector is here, sir.
Show him in.

Good afternoon, Count. I believe you
came here the night before your (CLOCK TICKS)

Yes, it's true.
Why didn't you tell me?

Pride.

And shame.

I was desperate. Do you understand?

(SIGHS) I thought I might get hold
of my mother's jewels

so I could hock them. I had to have
the money to cover that cheque.

Don't you see?
Was that the only reason?

The only reason, I swear it.

He's lying.
Get out! You - get out.

It must have been for the prayer
book, mustn't it?

To insert the cutting. It was him!
How dare you!

You parasite!
That's enough.

You may go, Metayer. If you wish
to leave Saint-Fiacre, you can.

He wasn't the only person to notice
your return, Count.

He's as guiltless as you are.
You may well detest him

and he may well detest you,

but you're both innocent.

Why don't you come along with me?

(BIRDSONG)

You know why we're here?
One of you should call. Count, may I

Shall we go in here - the study?

I was only ever allowed in there on
Sundays. Has it altered much?

Ah!

Good Lord, Gautier! All this?

Inherited.
Erm, my wife's mother. All of it.

Er, her insurance matured. She
bought it all before she died.

Do you seriously expect us to -
If I may, Count...

Of course, Chief Inspector.
Do go ahead. Your job.

Your deposit account in Paris,
Gautier,

I assume it was your son who advised
you to open it?

Too risky to open one in Moulins.
What account? I don't know what -

Emile audited the estate's accounts.
You told me so yourself.

And the surplus, he siphoned off.

Went straight into your Paris
account.

We've got all the details at our
headquarters.

And when the family heirlooms
were sold to pay for your thieving,

again you, as bailiff, took your cut.

I deny it all. It's lies!

I don't suppose
that will help Emile...

..when I charge him with murder.

Murder? The Countess died.
Have you forgotten that?

But surely - You knew it,
didn't you? You knew it all.

Emile covered up for you,
you covered up for him.

(CAR ENGINE ROARS)
Sounds like your son now.

(CHICKENS CLUCK)

Hello.
Chief Inspector?

We can talk in there. In you go.

It's all over, Emile. No.
Your father's right.

Your loyalty to him has
led you from embezzlement to murder.

Did the Countess start to suspect
you? Or is it simply jealousy?

Or were you simply jealous
of Metayer for supplanting you?

Emile?! My mother?

Oh, yes.

You put the cutting in the prayer
book, didn't you?

I - Don't answer, Emile.
Don't say anything.

You called at the printer's.

You knew Metayer went there often,

so what better place to print a false
report?

A few francs to one of the staff
and up to the Countess's room,

to slide the cutting
into the prayer book.

You can't prove it.
Any court would throw it out.

Papa's right.
I needn't say anything.

Of course, the real question is,
why did you alert me in Paris?

I opened your letter.
"A crime will take place."

You wanted me to find out,
didn't you?

You're a law-abiding citizen.

Why, you even reprimanded me
for smoking in the cemetery!

Once you're in custody,
you'll be all right, I promise.

No. Oh, no.

No!

Come on!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Upstairs. Quick.

You don't get away with it like that.

Face the law! And me!

Confess it, so I hear it.

So Monsieur Maigret hears it.

Say it, boy. Say it!

(SOBS)

I loved her,

even though I robbed her.

I hated her, too.
It's because of Metayer!

After he came,
she wouldn't even look at me.

And you admit you had
the cutting printed?

Yes. Yes, I did.

First I wanted you to think Metayer
had done it.

Then the Count.

And you got young Ernest
to tell me that, didn't you?

Excuse me.
I can't stay in this room.

(SOBS)

(CONTINUES TO SOB)

Come on, Emile. Up you get.

Come on.

(SOBS)

(BIRDSONG)

Ah! Thank you.

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