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PERSONAL COLUMN

Young girls have disappeared...

Is there a connection with the anonymous letters?

Police Headquarters Paris.

- Hello. - Hello.

"Elephants surround her frail arm..."

No fingerprints. No helpful clues.

Normal typewriter paper.

Gallia typewriting paper.

Elephants Once moire...

The C's are at the wrong height.

The E's

aren't identical.

It's probably a portable Remington from 1934.

"Elephants surround her frail arm.

"Once more, a cute child

"with a sweet mouth and long lashes

"will have her last dance."

Another letter like the rest.

The boss thinks they are important.

No, I think it's a joker. It has happened before.

"Will have her last dance."

What's your name?

Lucie.

Pretty name.

You could be called Lucette or Lulu in private.

You're too quick.

- Angry? - No! I'm talking about dancing.

Delicious. Oh Paris!

Are you well behaved?

What do you mean?

Have you ever had boyfriends?

- I'm a good girl. - How do you make money?

I live with my grandmother.

- Ouch! - What?

You keep stepping on my feet.

You're charming. So do you work?

I work here every night except Sunday.

- Don't squeeze me so hard. - Sorry.

Do you earn a lot?

20 pence per person. It's not a lot.

55, 56, 57.

57 francs and it's only 11pm.

Only 11pm?

I'm already tired.

My feet are really aching.

I've lost the buckle on my shoe.

That fat pig stepped on me and I had to be nice.

We're paid to smile.

Who cares if I'm a virgin? Did I ask if he was a cuckold?

- You'd get fired. - I'd go happily.

Yes, I'm done. I'm leaving this place.

Have you found a job?

You're a good friend, you know how I feel.

Read this.

Wanted: Young single girl for long-term friendship.

Possible marriage.

Contact the newspaper.

- Did you answer? - I thought I might get lucky.

Luck runs out.

Well, for once, I met a splendid man.

He wants to marry me.

What? I'm worth it.

Yes, I was just thinking about this man.

What could happen? I have lucky charms.

Circular.

Reported missing BARAL, Lucie - Dancer at "Taxi".

Miss Adrienne Charpentier.

Please report to 36, Quai des Orfevres at 4pm.

Lucie had thought about quitting for ages.

She wanted to marry.

She answered an ad.

What was the ad about?

"Wanted: Young single girl."

Did she mention any names?

No, not once.

Did she have any savings or jewellery?

Not a penny.

She had a bracelet with ivory elephants on it.

Elephants, are you sure?

Women notice these things.

Wait here a moment.

Hello?

Inspector Lefébure, right away.

Don't go away.

- The boss wants to speak with you. - OK.

- You need me? - Check out these places.

Find out if these women answered the ad:

"Wanted: Young single girl." It's urgent.

Offices of Mr LIQUE, Mr TENIER, Mr ROZE and Mr BOUCHER.

Miss Charpentier is here.

Show her in.

Miss.

Take a seat.

Were you Lucie's friend?

Workmate.

And?

We never exchanged secrets.

Can you tell me how your workmate was

when she disappeared?

Lucie was downhearted.

Taxi-girl is a hard job and...

Men.

Men, yes. Lucie wanted to leave.

Those ads represented a little hope in an unhappy life.

Women are a bit sentimental, aren't they?

A curious girl!

You know, life has taught me a lot.

Already? Why that job?

I translate but it's not enough.

- Yeah? - English and German.

That could help.

Lift your skirt.

What?

Special service requirements, please.

Thanks and bravo.

- Thank you, but I don't... - Be patient.

Can you make beef stew? Answer me.

I prefer chicken in cream with morels and truffles.

Do you know shorthand and typing?

- Yes. - Good.

Do you know how to bandage a wound?

A bullet wound?

- For example. - I know how.

Perfect.

Close your eyes.

What colour is... Don't cheat.

- What colour is the wall? - Dirty beige.

Dirty? We have no money.

Stand up. Turn around.

Now, describe me.

You're not tall, quite chubby,

hardly any hair and arthritic.

You have brown round eyes.

You smoke too much.

Careful of your heart.

You're wearing a watch chain and a wedding ring.

You act brusque to hide your goodness

and you love your daughter

who is 10 years old.

You've really got me!

Special service requirements.

Tell me, Miss Charpentier

would you like a different dance?

Will you, Mr Tenier, be the conductor?

- Do you understand? - Yes.

Well then,

the disappearance of Lucie

wasn't exactly announced but suggested to us

by a strange anonymous letter.

We need the author.

How can I help?

Not that brilliant, huh?

Who would be fooled?

Do you think a taxi-girl can do better?

I think so.

Sit down.

Right.

We will put you in contact

with people who write ads like:

Wanted: Young single girl.

Like me.

Not anymore. We'll write an answer.

You will meet them under our protection.

I'm not scared.

Well, not yet.

Think about it before you accept.

Even I would hesitate.

You are young.

What I'm proposing is very dangerous.

I'll keep my eye on you, a friendly eye.

From taxi-girl to civil servant.

But not a pen pusher though.

I'll think about it.

Artist wants young girl to pose naked.

Send reply to newspaper.

A drink?

- Anything. - Anything goes!

Need a light?

"Young girl to pose naked."

Oh, it's you...

It's me...

You're beautiful in the flesh.

Thanks for coming.

I was curious.

Why must I be "without family and without judgement"?

So you don't leave early saying,

"I must go, my mother is waiting."

- That's up front. - I am.

- Are you coming? - No.

I'm not free tonight.

- Your mother is waiting. - If only!

Tomorrow, same time, same place.

Promise?

I promise I want to see you again. Till tomorrow.

My coat, quickly.

Wanted: Young single girl, easy work.

Total discretion.

Excuse me.

Maybe you're waiting for someone.

Yes, sir, I am.

Well then...

Are you Miss White?

Yes, sir.

- Is it you who wrote to me? - Yes, sir.

I must take every precaution

to protect myself.

What does your letter start with?

"Can I hope to be the first

- "to answer your ad?" - And the end?

"How I long to meet you."

But you recognised me.

Well then.

I need you.

Only 1 hour a day.

But the work is easy.

And in some respects,

it's an art form.

- Do you accept? - Yes.

Why do you accept so easily? You don't know

what I'm asking for.

I have no money so I'll do anything.

The lack of money is the reason

behind every vice and every crime.

One condition:

Total discretion

about anything you will see

or hear.

I fully understand.

That's it.

Tomorrow, 4pm.

4pm.

17, impasse des Marronniers.

- No judgement then? - No discretion then?

None, get in.

- But I'm... - Not free.

You are now.

- What do you know? - I know lots.

Come on, get in.

Well, why not?

- You followed me. - Looks like it.

You didn't notice.

- Where to? - You'll see.

Don't touch that, you might hurt yourself.

You did say that you posed naked?

Yes.

You did say that you were called Gabrielle Denis?

Why did you lie to me?

Lie?

Don't act all innocent. You're a dancer at Taxi's.

And?

And,

if you're a model, I'm an artist.

Go upstairs.

Your name is Adrienne Charpentier, right?

To answer dodgy ads,

it's better to use a false name.

Especially if you're with the police.

Are you interested in Lucie Baral by any chance?

Or in her murder? Don't shout.

The house is empty. Don't, your gun is here.

No! I won't go in.

Get in there.

I promised I would bring her.

Our competition. Just look at her.

- Young and soft. - Do you realise?

She's supposed to catch bad guys.

I gave her the jitters.

It was easy.

How naif! I have to look after her.

I'm inspector Batol, guardian angel.

- I caught Great George! - Tenier is crazy.

She uses this for protection.

Why not a cap gun?

Don't cry, kid, here's your toy.

And here's yours, inspector.

I'll wait here. If you need me, you know where I am.

Your Highness,

ladies, gentlemen

and dear friends.

Pears salutes you.

I'm happy to see you again, here in my workshop.

I brought you here today

to delight your eyes

and offer you

my new collection of models.

Like always, you are lucky enough

to be able to admire first hand

an absolutely unique

and precious collection.

Who is he talking to? Is he acting? It's empty.

To him the room is full.

He's happy and it doesn't hurt anyone.

These are the latest creations of my art.

During my insomnia.

I felt

a battle rage in my head

of genius creation.

Dreams of youth.

Your Highness, would you care to observe this gentle silhouette

and the sway of the dancing nymph.

Freshness and ardour.

The sensual delight of a virgin

who awakens.

The mysterious acid green

that mingles with the zinc white.

- He's the famous Pears? - In his heyday,

he was the king of Paris, London and New York.

He had parties and spent money...

- His competitors ruined him. - Of course.

He only trusts his old assistant now.

- Were there other models? - They didn't cut it.

What happened to them?

He's angry.

Marie, go and buy me cigarettes.

- Are you leaving? - Yes.

You have forgotten something, dear child.

I've the bad habit of paying off all my debts,

scrupulously.

I pay after each session.

That's funny.

That's very funny.

It's truly grotesque.

Excuse me, miss.

I have no money on me.

Will you take

a little advance? I mean

10 francs.

Don't worry, you can pay me next time.

Not yet,

please.

You think I'm crazy, don't you?

Yes.

Marie surely told you.

And

you think so too.

You think so because

I make you wear dresses

in a room full of ghosts.

And because

I speak to chairs as if they were people.

Do you want me to prove

that I am totally normal and perfectly lucid?

Listen.

You aren't a young girl, alone in this world,

who needs money like you told me.

You are a spy.

Isn't that right?

Yes or no?

Where are the women who worked here before?

Not very clever.

Well then,

come with me.

I will show you

what you're looking for.

The Pears' models you were looking for.

It was Carelli

- who sent you. - No.

My worst enemy.

He plundered me.

He made me bankrupt.

He ruined my entire life.

This time,

he won't get a thing.

Nothing, nothing!

Nothing.

It will all burn!

It'll all burn!

Help!

- Help! - My genius

is immortal.

Batol!

Batol!

Miss,

I will meet you at the concert tonight.

I'll be sitting next to you.

My kindest regards, a fan of music.

- There's no pretty women. - You didn't have to come.

Do you enjoy watching a conductor's bottom?

Listen to the music.

Music without words... Right, I'm off.

Goodbye.

I'll stay.

Did you take our order?

Yes, I got all the shares. 5,000 at 297.

- Till tomorrow. - Yes.

Hello, minister.

Superintendent of Parisian pleasures!

Can I put that on my visiting card?

That's not up to me.

Thank you, minister.

The man didn't show up. I want to stay though.

I'm off. My shoes are hurting me.

I think I look like an undertaker.

The tuxedo suits you.

In that case, I don't suit it.

And this collar!

- I'm off. - Bye then.

- We'll see each other soon. - Bye.

Give me some champagne, like madam.

So seat 66 was a no show?

Beware of beardies.

They can be chaste or satyrs.

You still smiled very nicely at that man.

Cheers.

A lime cordial, not too strong.

No, an orange juice.

A good concert, isn't it, Mr Dubouc?

Hello. Is Mrs Bonnard in bad health?

Not in bad health, busy.

- And the stock market? - In bad health!

Are you in seat 687 -Yes.

Someone has asked for you.

Are you off? That's a shame.

Sorry to disturb you, madam,

sir could not make it.

I will drive you to him.

Very well.

- Madam? - Table ♪.

This way, madam.

Oh, you.

- You persevere. - It's good you came.

- Not for long. - Hold on. Look at me.

I am the author of the anonymous letter.

You?

Don't I look like it?

I don't know.

Me neither.

You smiled! You must stay.

How did you know?

I interviewed the beardy.

You are really a...

Exactly.

You are funny.

A good start. Stay.

If I leave, you'll think I'm scared.

If you stay, I'll know it's because you want to.

- Take your coat off. - Fair enough, it's hot.

Maitre d'hoétel,

a Heidsieck Monopole.

No.

Moet et Chandon brut imperial.

Look at that!

You won't finish early tonight.

We won't be in bed before dawn.

This is your place then?

An associate deals with the office.

I'm no office clerk.

You work better at night.

That's my speciality.

I have a number of cabarets with singers in Paris.

They do great numbers and are very successful.

You're lucky then.

Luck is a mare that I broke in.

Tamed, it's different.

Power and sweetness.

- That's my motto. Yours? - Distrust.

You'll see. A dreamy tango is coming up.

He'll make her dance.

He will whisper sweet nothings.

- That liar and good for nothing. - That charmer.

What's your name?

Adrienne Dupont, almost 22,

abandoned at birth.

Height: 1.64m. Size: 42.

Particular interests:

Dislikes over confident men.

You'll get over that, girl.

Your eyes are funny up close.

They're like mountain lakes,

with pine trees reflected in them.

And two golden islands in the middle.

- Maitre d'hotel. - Yes.

I must speak to Mr Fleury.

I have a big number for him.

I only need a signature.

I'm sorry, but Mr Fleury is busy.

I can't disturb him.

Caviar, chicken, salad, strawberries.

It's all there, except flowers.

If only they all liked the same things!

No, I prefer tea roses.

Tea roses.

Very well.

- Tea roses. - Thanks.

Tea roses.

Bellboy.

Tea roses.

- Tea roses. - Tea roses.

This song is played a lot here.

Tonight it seems new to me,

because it's new to you.

In any country when I've wanted to talk about love

I've only needed two words to be understood.

In New York, Sweden, Rome and Toledo.

Those two words are: My love.

My love.

It's soft, it's potent, it's short, my love.

In Venice and Tahiti they're the infallible words.

For seducing women, I promise.

My love.

Is worth more than a long speech, my love.

This refrain says it all.

It contains the promise.

Of tender caresses and crazy kisses.

These words say it all.

Be nice, I'm waiting.

You can find what you need in me.

Don't make me wait too long.

My love.

I dream of you night and day, my love.

Don't be a rebel.

Our happiness is calling.

And you will be my love forever.

Here's my little secret.

It really helps out.

If you're finding it hard to be gallant.

Say gently to the lady next to you,

"My love."

Have you understood?

Gently lean towards your lady friend.

Say: My love, in a nice way.

The effect is extraordinary.

In 1, 2, 3.

My love - Bravo.

It's soft, it's potent.

My love - Bravo.

You only need to whisper it.

Into someone's ear.

There is no equal.

- Come on, dad. - My love.

A bit late.

Come on, it always works.

My love - How are you?

We'll talk soon.

No woman can resist.

Now I ask the ladies to toy with the men.

To the men who lovingly said "my love",

ladies, answer with a languorous "my love".

One after the other.

Alright then? Ready.

My love - My love.

It's the nicest hello.

My love - My love.

Wives or ladies.

We promise to be faithful.

Because forever.

You will be our loves.

A charming evening, Adrienne Dupont.

Hello? Rossignol agency?

Get me Mr Rossignol.

It's you! Well then?

What? Nothing new?

You're being idle!

No, my man! I don't know. That's your job.

If I knew her address,

I wouldn't have asked you for it.

For a detective, you are not so great.

Perfectly, sir! Not great!

And that's being nice!

What are you waiting for?

Closing time or a pay rise?

Look in your office for me!

As for you, old Rusky,

don't look at me with puppy eyes.

What can I do about poor Russia?

Right, Vladimir Vasilievitch, out!

I am very annoyed!

I'm not your spiritual advisor.

But you've used the company's money

to feed the pigeons and other birds

for over 1.♪ million francs.

What do you care?

You will keep doing it, but I'm telling you, as a friend.

Fill your wallet, I like to empty mine.

The lady in black got away.

She's missing out.

Hello?

What? Mr Carioni.

What's wrong?

What? Seven what?

You must be crazy!

There must be a mistake.

Yes, come here quickly.

Who was the stupid idiot that employed seven Siberian dwarfs

and their team?

A whole team for 5 years

for Monaco that is closed all summer?

And I'm wasting money? I'm away for 24 hours

and everyone acts stupid. Hold on.

Ah! There you are.

Who is the pea brain,

and I'm being nice...

Who is the idiot that employed for 5 years,

seven Siberian dwarfs?

No one, of course!

I get it. Siberia is in Russia.

They are Mr Vladimir Vasilievitch Sergueiev's friends.

Don't deny it.

You were charitable with my money then?

Now I'm stuck with a team of dwarfs for 5 years.

No! I'll take it out of your salary.

Get out of here!

The Cossack!

I have to deal with everything here.

- It's all going wrong. - Yes,

- but not wrong here. - Don't exaggerate.

- I lost one! - But you lost that one!

That one? Can't you just leave me alone?

Mr Carioni.

Let him in.

We'll have a laugh.

Carioni in person.

Gentlemen, good news.

Your dwarfs

are on the way. Two entire wagons.

I did the impossible

so they could be here Friday to open Monaco.

Who signed the contract?

You.

Me? When?

Last night in Scaramouche.

Let me see it quickly.

I told you,

they're unique and unparalleled in the art

of music hall. I can already see in lights:

Fleury presents seven Siberian dwarfs!

17 bottles...

Half bottles would have been enough for dwarves.

5 years.

Dear Vladimir, this is for your friends.

It's from Snow White.

Criminal Investigation Department Special services.

Wanted: Manicurist, pretty.

Well paid. Interview at 3, rue Daumesnil.

Sorry, miss, the job was taken this morning.

Fair enough.

Wanted: Single lady for romantic walks.

Am I supposed to meet you?

No, my big brother, but he was enlisted in the army.

I thought I could replace him.

That's very sweet, thank you.

Employment Agency.

Wanted: Young housemaid with no family ties.

This is the young lady I chose for you, Mr Maxime.

She's what you were after.

Pretty kid, naturally elegant, shapely and curvy.

Size 42, right?

- Raymonde Blanchard? - Yes.

I checked you out, good references.

She's a pearl.

She's acceptable.

Here it is.

There's a big house on offer: Silverware, furs, jewellery, cellar,

well known, in the sun...

- No mortgage. - Good people.

Mr Zero, Mrs Loopy and Master Party Animal.

I'm your boss. Be nice and clever.

If you're clever, you'll be nice

and I will guarantee you every advantage.

The young ladies that have worked for Mr Maxime

must have been kidnapped because none

have ever come back.

- How much? - 500 francs.

Let's say 1,000. We'll split it 50/50.

I get half your tips too.

Deal?

I accept.

Paul, you played the radio late into the night.

Do that again and I'll take it away.

As for you, Nicolas, your lilacs are still green.

You wanted lilacs, they're not in blossom.

I don't care.

I want flowers, not weeds.

Understood?

You stuck the petals back on the bouquet. Not very well.

It's rather unpleasant.

No one will notice.

Others might not notice, but I will.

Mr Maurice needs the car at 10:30.

- 11 is fine. - But...

That's fine. Who is in charge here?

There's no more food.

Go and walk Coucou.

Let it die! Or walk it yourself.

You can stick your orders.

I am madam's maid. Understood?

Mr Maxime, I can walk Coucou if you like.

Thanks.

Good evening, child.

Don't smoke in my room.

If you haven't already noticed,

I decide what we do and don't do

in this house.

What is this?

Not chain mail. With love, I'm old-fashioned.

I hate pyjamas. That's a gift.

You will get more, if you are nice to me.

Be nice and don't light a 3rd cigarette

because it'll go out with the others.

How dare you talk to me like that!

- I'm astounded! - It's astounding

to offer me a nightdress.

I come here with gifts and you...

Shhh!

Madam might wake up and count her nightdresses.

Your impudence is amazing.

You see, Maxime,

fine lingerie and being direct

were perhaps to the last girl's taste.

But I prefer a few preliminaries,

a bit of attention and flowers.

Why not poetry?

Why not!

I'm sentimental. I respond to sweetness

and romantic love.

Good night.

Of course.

You are not like the rest.

I understand.

Shall I leave now I understand you?

Stay if you like.

I really don't care.

It's like having more furniture,

only less useful.

The other girls were more obedient.

They did what you wanted.

Don't worry about them.

There's only you now.

Don't count on sharing my tips, of course.

What next?

You don't know your place.

- Maxime! - Madam?

Pass the mirror.

Have you a cigarette?

- Yes, Madam's. - A light?

They're not bad.

Sit down here.

Dear Maxime,

do you know why I took this job?

Because I liked you from the beginning.

I've already said too much. Bye!

Won't you lock the door?

Why? Who will bother me?

Right, now it's really good night.

Hey...

Don't you want to keep it?

Put it in the cupboard.

If you behave and are very good,

I might wear it one day.

We can't do first names in front of the staff.

You can count on me, Mr Maxime.

Thank you, Miss Raymonde.

The girls before me were called Louise Simon

and Francoise X. No one remembers her surname.

But she used the same employment agency.

Tenier should look them up.

I'll tell him.

Are the bosses nice?

Rich people, small minds.

What about staff?

The butler is very horny.

- Calm down. - I can protect myself.

The governess used to give me the evil eye

and now she's suddenly sweet.

She wants me to meet her friend

who lives in Athens.

There's something fishy about that.

Anyway...

We'll see. I must get the dog back.

You call that a dog? It's more like a flea.

Nice ruse...

We have the social influence, it's win-win.

Maybe.

It's certain. I never lose money.

Your shows are wonderful! Such skimpy costumes!

You haven't seen his ladies yet.

No. Maxime, we're thirsty.

You sent for me,

you made me leave Toulon during a bowls contest!

I came and it's not a done deal?

I'll pay for your trip if the girl...

This is the Athens man.

What a great honour it is!

I'm very happy to meet you.

I have invited Valérie to a cooking ball.

I hope you will come too.

A cooking ball? I cannot cook!

That's fine!

I will go, with pleasure.

Raymonde.

Go and set the table.

Everything is up there. I'll come up soon.

Why is he here? What was he saying to Raymonde?

You didn't care about the others.

I didn't, it's true. But she's...

- You want her. - What do you care?

What is this? I gave you everything.

My cash, my heart, my conscience.

- I am so servile. - That's in the past.

In the past?

Listen, I let you get away with it.

Madam doesn't matter. She takes more than you give her.

The cooks are meaningless. You are a man, after all.

But you will not have Raymonde! No!

- She will run... - Shut it!

I promise you, if you take Raymonde from me,

I will make you

make you...

We can order more.

- For how much? - The bank charges 3%.

The bank is made for family men.

- A music-hall... - Family men don't come.

What do you think?

He silently agrees.

How about 4.5 on our 1st installment?

I would rather it vary.

For example, 4.5%...

Continue, I'll get the paper work.

- They'll bring it. - No, I'll get it.

- That's the staff quarters. - Yes, it'll be quicker.

Whenever he sees a bit of leg

I've got you at last.

I can't let you go now.

I always get what I want, Adrienne.

- Raymonde, sir. - Raymonde.

The mysterious lady in black, episode 2.

Your dress is pretty, you changed designer.

But you're still the same

I went to lots of different concerts to look for you.

Chopin, Ravel, Debussy.

I know them all now.

I don't know Adrienne though, or rather Raymonde.

She slipped away.

You've found a maid. Mr Fleury, please let me be.

- Can I help you, sir? - Yes.

Yes, my button fell off.

This lady will very kindly sew it back on.

So thank you, friend.

- Can I have the button? - Enough.

Why did you run away like that?

"Charming evening", and full stop.

I deserved better.

I didn't dare, you can understand,

a man like you and a maid.

If only every woman was as distinguished.

You, a maid... I'm not convinced.

There's no time to talk.

Take this off, I'm saving you.

You think I can leave just like that!

Yes! Take that apron off.

Take the rest off too. Nothing left,

only you.

No, Mr Fleury.

Not right now? When is your day off?

I'll make arrangements. Sunday, a car drive somewhere?

Sunday I'm going to the cooking ball with the governess.

The grub ball.

Ladies and gentlemen,

after deliberation, the cooking jury

has given this year's 1st prize

to Mrs Sidonie Le Guellec,

for her foie gras stuffed woodcock casserole.

Mrs Sidonie Le Guellec!

Applause for the woodcock!

Mrs Sidonie, say something.

- We won't bite. Hand me that. - No.

I'm happy to have won.

I'll do better next time.

That's good.

The 2nd place and the quinquina Dubonnet

goes to Miss Fillate for her veal kidneys and ceps.

Speak in the mic and talk to our distinguished audience.

I am very "won" to have "happy".

I hope to do "time" next "better".

Music.

Of course, it's very tempting.

A cruise, the sea, Olympia.

Mr Oglou, I can't travel alone with a man.

I've thought about this.

You will have your own cabin.

Just for me?

No, you'll share with two nice French ladies.

- They're getting married. - Oh!

- Well then... - You've decided!

- When does it sail? - The day after tomorrow at 7pm.

- What's the boat's name? - Amiral Doriatis.

Amiral Doriatis.

How do you make the famous sauce?

Well,

you melt the meat fat,

you add some butter and lemon to it.

- Plus salt and pepper. - Don't cry, it's yummy.

Listen, you can have this first prize here.

- Who is that man? - That man?

Well, he's

the driver.

- Why is she crying? - She messed up the sauce.

It's like our local cook's son, he was always crying.

- Why? - Sit down, I'll tell you.

He was born on a rainy day.

Whilst his mum was chopping onions.

That's why later on in his life.

At every special event.

He cried like a big baby.

He cried, cried, cried.

He cried like a waterfall.

Till his body was empty of tears.

Oh how he was blue! Oh how he was blue!

Paris went to applaud the best comedians.

In the cinema. Everyone was there!

He went to see the phenomenon.

And when everyone laughed.

He cried like a big baby.

He cried, cried, cried.

He cried like a waterfall.

Till his body was empty of tears.

Oh how he was blue! Oh how he was blue!

On the street, a beautiful hetaera.

Crazy in love, offered him it all.

It all.

He looked at her.

And took her without saying a word.

When she screamed.

Oh! Oh! Oh! This is crazy!

He cried like a big baby.

He cried, cried, cried.

He cried like a waterfall.

Till his body was empty of tears.

Oh how he was blue! Oh how he was blue!

Desperate at seeing himself so sad.

He went to see a doctor.

When the doctor told him.

He would be cured.

He cried like a big baby.

He cried.

Like a big baby till his tears... oh no!

Hello, Raymonde.

I'm happy to see you. It has been years!

You haven't changed, you're lovely.

Hello, I'm Constant, an old friend of Raymonde's.

We worked a season together in Deauville.

How great it was! Remember?

Swimming in the sea, big tips.

I'll buy champagne. I'm so happy.

Waiter!

Moet et Chandon brut imperial.

You like that?

You like luxuries.

- What? - Luxury.

My boss has given me bad habits.

You are foreign.

- I'm boss of the Palace in Athens. - Athens?

I went... We went there.

My boss and I drove there.

We went to the hotel

a big pink building. It's called something long.

You know it.

- It's on the avenue to the port. - Port avenue.

No! It's named after a revolutionary.

The names have been changed since.

We went to Delphi, to the theatre.

It's bigger than Paris' casino.

You know it, of course.

It is majestic.

True! I even learnt to say hello in Greek.

How do you say it?

There are lots of ways to say hello in Greek.

I simply make a gesture like this.

Like this.

Wow! I can speak Greek now.

It's a charming evening!

- Shall we leave? - Excellent idea.

No, no. Waiter!

Please excuse me.

You were about to take her off.

I said no!

It will happen how I say so.

Get out of here.

So it was pointless to take a coach from Toulon

- to get here quicker. - Go back!

I'll count to 3.

I said get lost.

1,2...

And 3.

Gentlemen, follow me.

But let me get my hat.

I didn't like that guy hanging around you.

- I should deal with him. - You've no right!

Does it concern you?

Yes, because I've chosen you.

- Another girl? I'm honoured. - No, just the one.

Is that not possible?

Only surprising.

- Retired already? - If we're together, that's fine.

When there's love.

- You are dreaming. - No.

I can picture it,

I can see a cosy little flat in Passy.

- Inside is a woman... - Her lover stops by.

- All the time. - They order in.

He has a set of keys and pyjamas.

The man's ties hang next to the lady's bras.

The shaver is with the puff.

The woman is Paris' finest.

Car, furs, jewellery. It's all there.

It's fabulous!

What can a man like you

want more than a mistress at his disposition?

- What's wrong? - What more can I ask?

Buy a car to get my affections,

a ring buys modesty, a fur buys tenderness.

That's not what I meant.

- I have a heart. - I love you.

- Don't lie. - Don't tell me what I feel.

Don't shout.

We got engaged last night.

Well! Bravo, my dear child.

- My best wishes. - Thanks.

- Be happy. - I am.

- Stay that way. - I am loved.

How could he not love you! You are so chic.

- He'd be put in prison. - Yes!

May I?

If you ever need a good strong mate...

You never know.

- Think of Batol. - I will.

You were in trouble a few times without realising it.

I'm sure.

The little lady had a guardian angel.

Thanks again, good angel.

Without you, I have no wings.

Let's talk business.

- Was everyone arrested? - Even a guy

found on board the boat, thanks to you.

I will miss you too.

When's the wedding? Am I invited?

Tuesday is our official engagement party.

Mr Tenier, I don't want to offend you but...

You don't want him to know.

That's right.

Even the best hate the police.

We just prefer to avoid them.

There's no way.

- Goodbye, lost lady. - It's not all lost.

Commissioner,

explain to me why

I'm being held, tied up and imprisoned.

I am a foreigner. I protest with great indignation.

Mr Oglou can protest. You stole his papers.

But you, Mr Martial, aka the scorpionfish,

should save your breath for your explications.

The scorpionfish is stuck.

Take him away.

Hey, you! Manners, please.

Are you innocent as well?

Good faith needs no help.

I am a housekeeper or rather a butler.

I work with high society,

not with brothels.

That's not bad.

So you don't know about human trafficking

- or Scorpionfish? - No.

Liar! He's lying, Commissioner.

- I know. - He's the boss.

I'm his mistress. I got him his job.

He took my wages. I was a fool!

He cheated on me with all the house girls.

He got me to hand them over to Martial.

Martial sent them abroad.

Jealousy fuels her imagination.

Why didn't you tell us before?

I loved him.

I wanted him to marry me.

So I said nothing.

I don't care anymore. It's too hard.

He's a bad man, Commissioner. That's the truth.

And a real boor.

The game's up, Maxime.

You should say:

The game is up, sir.

Helena's fashionable makeup.

- Can I have this? - Of course.

Very well.

Getting married? Congratulations.

Thanks.

- I'll try it on. - Of course.

Rascal!

It's pretty, but a bit big. Do you like the ring?

- Yes. - Sold!

- This way, sir. - Yes.

There you go.

I'm sick of living it up.

- Aren't you? - Yes.

We could avoid a honeymoon.

It's good for those scared of intimacy.

So they use it to run away.

We could go to my country house

in Morlaix. Just you and me.

- Just us. - Alone!

You can see the sea, the forest...

It's isolated, no neighbours, no one.

- Miles from everywhere! - No women.

I swear that since I met you,

no other women

has touched me.

Paid.

Suzanne, Henriette, Francoise,

Louise, Florence, Eugénie, Nadine.

All alive.

And all well.

They are being repatriated.

Job well done.

Not really.

Anne-Marie, Arlette and Lucie are still missing.

The letter writer is still at large.

So?

Back to work.

I must get him!

- What's that? - Old girlfriends.

- Let me see. - No.

It's not for girls.

- You won. - Dangerously.

To all those other women I'm public enemy number 1.

Some of them loved him.

There are strange ways to love people.

I love you, in my own way.

Your youth and love for life move me.

You have hope in the future.

Yes, I do.

Let's start by destroying the past.

No, Robert can do that.

Oh!

- What? - Nothing.

- Where is Robert? - Upstairs.

I'll join him, see you soon.

Here are the fresh flowers for Miss.

Because you sent me I didn't have to pay.

She wanted to please you.

There are good people.

There's news.

It's from ID control.

Who told you?

The pretty bird.

What dress will she wear?

Grey pearl, a flowery dress with a twisted cord design.

How long will she live?

Only three nights...

- Who's he? - My uncle Henri. May I?

Introduce me.

- My uncle... - Nice to meet you.

Excuse me, the minister is here.

May I?

- I must speak to you. - This way.

Mr Tenier, it's...

Sorry to ruin your evening

I've never found my job so hard.

This time it's you.

Are you brave enough?

Read this.

"Twisted cord design?", but

I'm totally lost!

It's so awful.

Open the drawer.

Lucie Baral.

Her bracelet.

You.

Me.

- I must speak to him. - No! Me first.

I know that I can trust you.

I'll get him.

You need me, is it urgent?

What have they done to you?

You look unhappy.

Robert

I want you to tell me how some things got here.

What things?

Ah! Already checking up on me!

You're jealous!

I will have to lock this up.

Well, that's you.

- How did that get there? - That's my question.

I sent that photo to dozens of men for the police.

What are you saying?

A man has been kidnapping women.

He lured them away. The police want him.

What do I care? It has nothing to do with me.

This is the photo of my missing workmate.

This is her bracelet. All this

was just found in your desk.

You work for the police?

I know it has nothing to do with you.

- The police! - Understand my duty.

Your duty?

A real lover would destroy that.

No, I must know the truth first.

How can I live with this between us?

There are worse things between us.

It's awful for my wife to accuse me.

An informant spying on me in my own house, no! Get out!

Calm down, Mr Fleury.

Excuse me, Adrienne.

You won't answer to the police here.

Commissioner Tenier.

My compliments.

Well played.

Has he confessed yet?

What do you confess?

What should I confess?

You found suspicious photos at mine.

There were others too.

Women were my life. I'm not a eunuch.

I maybe made some of them unhappy, but...

It's crazy. As for this bracelet,

don't you think I can do better?

There must be lots of these.

Go look in a corner shop.

But you have the photo of the woman who wore this bracelet.

Isn't that a strange coincidence?

You must explain that. That's your job.

I don't remember the bracelet or the woman.

Let's summarise.

Ladies' men!

It starts well and ends badly.

If I were the jury, he would hang.

They're all bad mouthing him.

They used to fall at his feet.

It's awful!

We can't send my dwarfs back to Siberia!

What was that?

Bunch of cowards!

In 1935, Miss Lucie Baral was a dancer

at Monaco, one of your clubs.

Look.

You say you didn't know her

and here you both are.

Yeah, still smiling.

This proves nothing.

I've worked with people I don't speak to.

Girls are like swallows,

don't they all look the same?

- Have a look. - Right.

The newsagent near to where your office is,

told us he sold you writing paper.

Yes, pens and ink too. How worrying!

It shouldn't mean much,

but the anonymous letters had the same paper.

It's special paper used for anonymous letters.

You use the same Gallia typewriting paper.

So anyone who uses that is guilty.

It's all coincidental!

Maybe.

There are a lot of coincidences though.

The bracelet was in your desk.

You use the same paper as the murderer.

Lucie Baral worked for you at Monaco.

Of all the women in Paris, three of them

disappeared after seeing one ad.

And the photos of these three women were at your house.

You say that you never wrote an ad.

You say you wrote no letters to these girls.

No.

Right.

Well, that's one at least.

Out of principle, great.

In your office, Mr Fleury,

was a portable Remington.

The letters

were typed on that machine.

Can you tell me why you changed the letters on it 8 days ago?

I don't know.

Ask my secretary.

What do you want?

I can't cope with this brain washing.

A glass of red will help.

Let's go over it.

You don't know how the bracelet got into your drawer?

No.

You don't know the women, only the informant?

Right.

You didn't write to the police or to the women?

Never.

Never?

The thing is...

We found the letters

that the ladies wrote in with your stuff.

In with my...

"Sir, to answer your ad..."

Signed, Lucie Baral.

Here's one signed Arlette Roy.

Here's one from Anne-Marie Lorette.

They're similar: "I will come."

Is your memory coming back?

I never received those letters.

I never read them.

Unless...

Unless I've lost...

Maybe I've...

How rich! The last letter we received

has the sender's fingerprints on it.

Yours!

Mine?

It's not possible. Not possible!

Don't you think his guilt is obvious?

I really can't say what I think yet.

Are all of Fleury's properties on here?

Yes.

On the 1st list, his house in Morey was missing.

- It's been added by hand. - I did that.

It seemed unimportant.

You asked if I thought he was guilty.

There's a lot of evidence against him.

I spoke to the lawyers.

Is Fleury the murderer

because we found their photos at his? No!

Could someone have put them there to make Fleury look guilty?

Correct.

But meeting Adrienne?

That can't be incidental.

Unless someone set that up as well.

Why didn't that person meet her then?

Because Fleury beat him to it.

Guess work.

It's possible.

The fingerprints

on the last letter are solid proof.

Solid but not absolute.

No.

If the letter writer worked with Fleury. It would be easy.

Read this report.

You took it without thinking and left prints on it.

Yours too.

The murderer was careful.

No, he must have been had

to send a letter to the police with prints on it.

However...

He has nothing to do with it.

What a shame you're not his defence lawyer.

My heart took over.

Let's hope the judge will feel the same way.

Hello?

Yes, this is Tenier.

I will take care of it.

The judge thinks

there's enough evidence

to hold your friend.

We're going to arrest him.

I can't help him now.

- Good evening. - Bye then.

Will they keep him much longer?

I doubt it. You can speak to him soon.

I'll wait as long as necessary.

And Fleury

understands the charges brought against him.

I must add

that he pleads not guilty.

That will be in the trial.

If you like.

The defendant is acting surprised,

tired and feigning memory loss.

A bad defence case!

Our client is exhausted.

He's not himself.

So be it.

But the Taxi doorman just told us

that he has often seen your car

at the club.

He even believes that one night.

Lucie Baral got in it.

His company owns many cars.

Many people use them.

It could have been any one of them.

Save it for the jury.

- Count on it. - Enough! Shut up!

Leave me alone.

I'm spent.

I'm going crazy. Do you want that?

Yes. Being crazy is the only thing that will save you.

Gentlemen

the police just found

in the garden of his house in Morey,

the bodies of three missing women.

Well, Fleury, say something.

Here's the detention order for Fleury.

Robert, look at me.

Speak to me, Robert.

I know you are innocent.

- Walk. - I'm suffering.

It will be fine. I will wait for you.

You're not allowed in there, miss.

Come, Adrienne.

Come on.

I am innocent. I am innocent, I swear.

I believe you.

But how will the others believe me?

It's all against me.

All the coincidences,

all those things and the seemingly truthful proof.

I'm stuck. I won't get out.

Oh! We can't know that.

My lawyers told me so.

With all that proof

I will get hard labour in...

So you understand, I...

If I confess... I...

Because years of

slowly dying, every day without

without hope. Oh no!

I'd rather it be all over.

What about Adrienne?

She is nothing.

It's time. Goodbye, Robert.

Goodbye, old mate.

Can I do anything for you?

Oh no.

Yes, actually...

If she ever needs anything, right?

That was good work.

You can be proud, boss.

I am not.

I don't think he did it.

Really?

What more proof do you need?

There's too much.

It's too obvious and too well put together.

It's missing

I don't know, something surprising... Yes,

something human.

I've seen all types of criminals.

I think Fleury is innocent.

Innocent.

He's healthy,

not at all complicated,

and not shifty. He is violent.

He could hurt anyone who defied or resisted him.

But this type of crime? No!

You're thinking of something.

Perhaps.

It's you, Mr Bremontiére.

I was scared. You are so quiet.

I'm tidying up. We're moving out.

It's empty and sad.

Has everyone gone? Are you alone?

Yes.

Why did you stay?

You must not stay alone. Leave!

- Yes, sir. - Go. Quickly!

- Yes, sir. - Quick!

I'm off.

Don't you recognise me?

Commissioner Tenier.

Yes.

Please, come in.

I came to chat.

Use this chair before it goes too.

To run such a business you need Fleury.

I want to help him.

Is there hope?

I thought about our meeting and I agree.

Fleury is innocent.

Thanks.

I can feel it...

You, you know.

What does that mean?

You are the killer.

Thanks.

And

do you have proof?

Not enough for a judge,

but enough for me.

Let's hear a police man

who thinks he's right.

It's simple.

I put myself in the killer's shoes.

- Are you in a hurry? - No.

I love psychology.

So, your technique.

I think the killer must be

a maniac controlled by an unstoppable force

and kills in times of crisis.

Very interesting.

He knows this. He can't be alone with women.

Like you earlier, with the secretary.

Like me?

This man has a secret life,

unlike Fleury.

He is a loner, probably a virgin, unlike Fleury.

Really?

Silence suffocates him.

And by way of relief,

he boasts, enjoys and feels better

after sending anonymous letters about his crimes.

Catholicism gets that bit right.

Yes.

The church manages lots of souls.

One day, this man realises

that the police have managed to close in on him.

They're close, he's scared.

For perverse reasons, he kept

material evidence of his crimes

and he fobs this evidence off on someone else...

Have you read Freud?

Our informant sees it

and Fleury becomes the suspect.

Ah! Now for the fine detail.

And there's more,

this man, through his own clumsiness,

points the police to the "well hidden" place

of the buried victims.

I see where you're going.

I could have put those photos in Fleury's desk.

I saw the informant at the concert.

You could have asked her there

but couldn't approach her because of Fleury.

The proof...

What?

That's not enough!

My head

is still on my shoulders.

For now.

You came to me to plead for your friend.

How dangerous! Your arguments have worked against you.

Your instincts took over.

You love Adrienne.

Your crimes took care of a rival.

Your Porto is excellent.

Your technique is excellent.

You didn't miss a thing.

You have even convinced me.

Unfortunately...

Didn't you get a call

- this afternoon?? - I wasn't in.

Haven't you read the papers?

No.

"Robert Fleury confessed."

I wasted your time with my theory.

It was gripping.

But some might say,

if the police accused me of stealing Notre-Dame,

I would start by running.

Fleury confesses.

Fleury's trial The revelations.

The prosecutor speaks.

The defence makes an emotional plea.

Robert Fleury is sentenced to death.

Fleury refuses to sign his appeal for clemency.

Robert Fleury to be executed tomorrow at 6am.

Nothing can save him?

Adrienne!

Sorry for disturbing you at this hour.

I needed an asylum,

I can't be alone. Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

It will happen at am.

I am alone,

entirely alone.

I am alone.

I am dying of fatigue

and horror.

I have no tears left.

I will get you a blanket.

Days...

Nights without sleep, without thinking.

Why did he refuse the appeal for clemency?

When we reach the bottom, we can lose our heads.

Or maybe he prefers to end it all, rather than suffer

in prison

slowly.

Leave.

Leave. Leave!

Tenier! Tenier!

Tenier!

It was him.

You have your evidence.

The lady did a good job.

Your theory was right.

It all went to plan,

except for me.

I will be at your disposition.

Here's your wallet, your lighter,

336 francs in cash and a cheque book.

Please sign here.

What a shame!

It could have been a great mistake.

I am happy like all your friends.

I think I lost my friends with my bank account.

- Is that the exit? - Yes.

I much prefer the exit to this place.

Good luck, sir.

Thanks.

It's all my fault.

I shouldn't have come.

But I had to.

I've been waiting for this moment.

You see, girl,

the days are long in prison.

The nights too!

I've thought about things.

I've changed.

I am a different man.

But I love you like the man I was.

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