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A melancholy northern landscape...

Accident? Or crime?

Mystery...

Death, in any case.

And fear.

The eleven o'clock lady...

Why the eleven o'clock lady?

Why not?

Curious character... And character who is curious.

- You heard shots? - From the canal bank.

This is a strange business.

- I don't like that doctor. - You must prefer the nurse.

- Hush! - What became of the young girl?

Do you believe in magicians?

He doesn't!

She... could almost make one believe.

They don't care.

The investigating magistrate...

May believe nothing...

And discover everything.

Luckily, he's not alone.

No oe he's not alone.

There they are, all together...

The characters of this drama.

Let's turn back time.

The pescara case doesn't yet exist.

There's just a man returning from a long exploration in Africa...

And planning to take a vacation.

Papers, please.

- What did I do? - Just checking.

Stanislas ocuteu... - Octave.

Octave seminario.

Aka s.O.S.

S.0.s8.? Stanislasoctave seminario: S.0.S.

- Born in cambo. - Basque country.

- Your ID's a mess. - Five years in Africa... very sweaty.

- Occupation? - Explorer.

Then, journalist. Now, in a hurry.

- Where to? - Mr. pescara's, bagnoles-de-i'orne.

If you want to get there this evening, you'd better hurry.

Yes. Look, another customer for you!

Hands up!

- Just what I needed. - Get out!

Such a kind invitation.

Wallet.

It's a souvenir of a crocodile I was very fond of.

- Are you hurt? - No, thank you!

Let me introduce myself: Stanislas-octave seminario.

Paul wantz.

Probably best to get out of here.

Thanks again... hope I can return the favor! - You never know.

Mr. s.0.5.! What a pleasure!

Likewise, dear Guillaume.

They say that for an idle man the days are long and the years short...

I don't do much, but these five years without sir seemed long to me!

Brigitte, take Mr. s.0.S.'S bag to the red room.

The red room? That's very bad for sleeping.

I'm merely an instrument here, sir.

- Your brigitte isn't very cheerful. - No one is, here.

Mr. pescara has been worried lately... So have I.

Country life is not my style.

Not by a country mile!

It's dirty, full of insects, there are no sidewalks...

The animals here are raw.

That is, living... Before they go to the kitchen.

- Will have you have these cooked? - Not these innocent creatures.

Twenty-seven of them! A litter?

A rescue. This one's name is mitron.

Miss Muriel doesn't want them drowned. I don't know where we'll put them all.

- How is Muriel? - She's a lovely young woman now!

We have a guest who's very sweet on her.

That's nature for you!

I gave him the yellow room.

And Mr. Charles?

When we left for the country, he just disappeared!

That was three days ago.

- Woman troubles? - No. I'd know about it.

S.0.s.!

- Hello, Muriel. - Hello.

Come along, they're playing chess. Who's "they"?

What, you?

This is the man I was telling you about!

Hello, s.0.S.

Small world, brigitte! They know each other.

I believe Mr. s.0.S. Saved his life in Africa.

Pardon me for going on with the game, dear s.O.S.

I'm trying a new method... The "mad knights" lead, as in life.

Not that I'm so fond of chess...

But it focuses my mind so I can forget everything else.

- What's wrong with him? - I don't know... you must help us.

- On my vacation? - Don't joke... it's serious.

Come with me. We're taking a walk in the garden!

- What's going on? - You'll see.

That stone wasn't there before.

- Well, someone put it there. - Don't laugh, s.O.S.

- May I? - It's not the first.

What do you think of that?

- What dates are those? - Charles's birthday, and mine.

And that one?

The day my father received the first anonymous letter.

- What are these letters? - I don't know.

- Muriel! - Here we are!

I was looking for you!

Another one.

Muriel told me.

I don't know what she told you... It seems less serious to me.

It's been going on for a year, but nothing bad has happened.

- I don't know that man... who is he? - The new gardener.

- How long has he worked here? - A little over a year.

You're right... I don't like his looks.

That's for dinner.

What shall we do with the letter?

Not very tactful to hand it over ourselves.

- Open it? - No, I'll put it in the mailbox.

She's sweet.

No denying it.

Odd woman, your maid.

Guillaume says she's a somnambulist.

She does have visions.

- What does she see? - Someone in the park, nights.

- But the dogs never bark. - Perhaps it's someone they know.

- What's that? - Charles, perhaps?

Well, Guillaume? There's no one, sir!

Hear that?

Yes, but I don't see anything!

Go to the gate! Are you afraid?

No, but there are lots of horrid little winged creatures.

Poor Guillaume.

I'm unfair to him.

I wouldn't have survived the trenches without him.

- Well? - There's no one, sir.

I hate this.

Between brigitte who has visions and Guillaume who sees nothing...

There must be a happy medium.

Well, Guillaume?

Two letters, sir.

- For me? - Just one, sir.

For me?

Don't enter this accursed family

what are these letters?

Nothing... solicitations for charity.

From well-wishers.

- That will be all, Guillaume. - Shouldn't we...

Go to bed.

I'm so happy to be here, Muriel, so I can protect you.

You're wonderful, Paul.

Threats don't frighten me. No one can separate us.

Even your brother is against us. Why do you say that?

I know he doesn't like me. I wish it weren't so.

What do you think of s.0.S.?

Nice... but not the brightest.

Sorry, sir.

- Not asleep, Guillaume? - I was just going to fix coffee.

Good idea... I need waking up.

If I were sir, I'd sleep.

- Do bring some coffee. - Very good, sir.

- Here it is, sir! - Thanks, Guillaume.

There was a Canadian guest who called me "William"...

Because "William" means "Guillaume" in english.

- I know. - I didn't!

I wish people called me William... Guillaume!

- But that's life. - Guillaume!

How is your coffee, sir?

- Not very good... bitter. - Brigitte gave me Mr. pescara's tray!

He takes bromide in his coffee.

Would sir take my arm to go upstairs to his room?

- You think I should? - I don't think, sir, I know.

Could I ask sir a question?

In Africa... what's Gabon like? Very nice.

So much the better, sir.

Mr. s.0.S.?

I brought mitron to amuse sir.

- How did you get in? - By the door, sir.

- I locked it. - The lock doesn't work.

Charming.

It's better... suppose someone dropped dead in the room?

You're in top form this morning. No coffee?

- I tasted it, sir. - Very thoughtful, Guillaume.

If sir could only call me William!

Oh! Mr. Charles!

- Hello... I'm glad to see you. - Likewise.

- Yes, very glad. - You don't look it.

I've just come from Paris and haven't slept.

- Sir has! - That's enough!

Tell me, Charles... Strange things are going on here.

Guillaume told me you left suddenly... Is there a connection?

Guillaume is a perfect valet.

Thank you, sir!

Perfect but overenthusiastic. I was in Paris on business, that's all.

But tell me about your travels and your return.

- What's wrong? - Nothing. Go on, tell me!

What's this? You use a stenotype? Yes.

- Always some new accomplishment! - I'm on holiday, but I might use it.

Have you brought back interesting stuff?

- Two anonymous letters came last night. - Two?

If I could only tell you... Go ahead!

No... it's a secret that isn't mine to reveal.

Come in!

Pardon me... Mr. pescara would like to see Mr. Charles right away.

Fine, I'm coming.

I forbid you to meddle!

What's the news, Guillaume?

- You made sir nervous. - 1?

Sir drank sir's coffee... But sir drank sir's coffee!

- Where are you off to, Charles? - To send a telegram.

You can't phone? I'll go with you.

Hello, Charles!

S.0.s.! There's something new carved on the bench... "Tomorrow."

- Tomorrow? What does that mean? - If it was written last night... today!

There you are, Muriel! So much the better.

I'm sorry to upset everyone's plans...

But we're going back to Paris.

I'm sorry, dear $.0.S., and Mr. wantz, but our stay here must be cut short.

I must leave tonight for the north of France.

- Alone? - No, with Charles.

- But why should I go? - With bandits about, you can't stay.

- Don't you trust us? - Mr. wantz, my decision is final.

- Much more prudent, sir. - Phone for two tickets to arras.

- The latest train possible. - I'll take care of it at once, sir.

Young man, I've been watching you.

You've been poring over medical books for the past half hour.

The dusty relics of distinguished quacks.

Young man, let me advise you:

Plants! Nothing but plants!

- But I'm not sick. - We're all sick.

- But not me. - You think not?

And yet...

You have never been so close to your own death.

- May I help you, sir? - Madame, I...

May I have something stenotyped? Of course.

- Right away? - It's nearly closing time.

- I'll pay whatever's necessary. - Giséle!

Can you stay for some stenotyping? Yes, madame.

Thank you.

Ready, sir.

My dear s.O.S...

Two attempts have been made on my life.

- Pardon? - It's the opening of a crime novel.

- Good evening, s.0.S.! - Good evening.

- Catching a breeze? - As best we can.

- Any mail? - Even better... a young lady.

- But no one knows I'm back. - She left a little package for you.

Fernand, where's the little package for Mr. s.0.S.?

We held it in case we saw you. Fernand, where's the little package for Mr. s.0.S.?

We held it in case we saw you.

- Hello, Mr. s.0.S. - Hello, fernand. It's very light.

How's your crossword? One word I can't get.

Ends in -ype.

What's that, Chinese? Stenotype.

Stenotype! S-t-e-...

Dear s5.0.S., two attempts have been made on my life...

I didn't want to mention secrets that were not my own.

But, in light of this danger, I must tell you what I know.

More than a year ago, my father received an anonymous letter.

Really, Charles!

- What did it say? - Vimy.

Afterwards, there were many others.

Instead of studying, I watched the street by our letterbox.

“Your future is in your hand.”

Just a charlatan.

Another time...

A political tract.

At last, one day...

I ran after the boy.

Who gave you that letter?

A lady. She gave me 10 francs.

What did she look like?

At my age, I don't pay much attention to women's looks.

A woman! I hadn't thought of that.

Yet anonymous letters suggested female ruse, indirectness, weakness.

Like a fool, I stared after every woman I passed.

Some didn't seem to mind.

Poor father! Ever more aged and careworn.

I questioned him:

No! None of your business!

One day I saw, in front of the house, a young woman waiting for someone.

I couldn't see her face from that distance.

I didn't want to confront her directly.

Binoculars!

Guillaume had taken them, of course.

I beg your pardon, sir... from my room I can see the neighbors' bathroom.

Shameful! Give me the binoculars.

They keep baby ducks in the bathtub! They're so cute!

The next morning, she was there again.

I watched her as I shaved.

I saw Muriel leave for class, when...

- You are mlle. Pescara? - Yes. Do you know me?

- No, but I wanted to see you. - Who are you?

A beast of burden... And you haven't a care.

Poor mad creature! But who was she?

I was too late to catch her.

But in the letterbox was a new letter for my father.

Perhaps wrongly, I opened it.

Muriel does not yet wear the white marriage veil.

Signed: Vimy

Muriel. My fondest hope was to see you her husband.

But you were far away.

Muriel had met a young pharmacist at the sorbonne.

Their innocent flirtation had been going on for two months.

The first letter had arrived a year ago.

Who was the mysterious writer of anonymous letters?

- Vimy? - A village in the north of France.

Sad countryside.

Ravaged by the Germans in wwi, occupied by French troops...

Then Germans again, who set it afire when they left...

Finally retaken by Canadian troops.

Sorry, sir, I took you for someone else.

But now that I look at you...

Perhaps you know my father, Mr. pescara.

Pescara? No.

I wrote a notice for the local paper.

A new surprise awaited me.

“Charles pescara is in vimy trying to contact you."

"Absolute discretion. Po box c.P., care of this newspaper.”

No results from the first notice? No.

Could I see the text of the first? Certainly.

He showed me a month-old notice apparently placed by my father.

"Am victim of grave error."

"Request correspondent from vimy contact me urgently.”

"Safety guaranteed. Reply to po box g.P., arras.”

I was staying in arras, at the hotel d'angleterre.

I was leafing through a local guidebook, when...

Mr. Charles pescara?

You're wanted on the telephone.

- No one knows I'm here. - The phonebooth is that way.

Hold, please.

- Hello? - Mr. Charles pescara?

- Speaking. - I must see you tonight at 11:00.

Who are you?

Hello? Hello!

Hello! Don't hang up!

Who was that? Pablo the magician.

He's performing here tonight. Would sir like a seat?

Definitely.

The experiment: We tear this newspaper into four vertical strips...

And then tear it again crossways.

We make a little package of the pieces...

Then, we blow on the package with a little bit of magic...

And the newspaper is intact!

And now, I ask you, honorable spectators...

To participate yourselves in my experiments...

To prove they are no vulgar tricks, but the expression of real magic power!

I need two subjects!

The soldier got up.

Come sir! Don't be afraid!

Nobody else? I'll have to guess at someone here...

I'll take the Liberty of calling him by name.

His eyes met mine.

Mr. Charles pescara.

I hesitated. He persisted.

The audience thought I was part of the act.

Come along, Mr. pescara! Don't be afraid.

He got laughs at our expense:

From our pockets, he took a pair of stockings...

A brassiere, and 20 meters of red ribbon.

Enough for 200 legion of honor decorations!

He read the soldier's hand.

I see danger for you in going to law... And in going to in-laws!

I see you in a magnificent uniform, with lots of gold braid...

A doorman, no doubt!

He saw my skeptical air.

You, sir, who seem to doubt my powers... Show me your lifeline.

How long will I live?

Until tomorrow.

- How do you know that? - It is written.

Don't leave, Mr. pescara, without reading your telegram.

Charles pescara, hotel d'angleterre, arras.

Better than western union. Thank you.

Genevieve on deathbed, calls for you.

Beg you come before too late. Doctor vermeulen.

Our belief in magic is eternal.

This allusion to sudden death, this telegram found in my pocket...

Who was this unknown Genevieve who called for me on her deathbed?

I'd gone on the hunt... Was this woman my quarry?

Do you know a Dr. vermeulen?

Vermeulen? No, not in this town... Oh, you mean the clinic!

More of a madhouse... A good 10 kilometers away.

- Could I get a taxi? - It's almost 11:00...

Strange journey through a dim landscape.

Here it is.

- No, this is a cemetary. - Further on, then.

At last we arrived.

- Shall I wait for you? - Yes.

- You won't be long? - What's that racket?

The madmen!

- What? - The madmen!

- Good evening, miss. - Where's the patient?

There's no patient.

There was the smell of antiseptics we associate with sickness.

A smell of cooking.

A hall.

Two halls.

Three halls.

Ahead of me, the nurse's rubber-soled shoes.

My own steps echoed as though in a cathedral.

You've come too late.

She died tonight, at 11:00.

Muriel.

Septicemia. Cardiac failure was inevitable.

No antibiotic could save her.

Was she mad?

No...

We treat other patients here as well.

She bore a strange resemblance to my sister.

But her hair was dark.

Who was she?

She had worn mourning.

Any identification?

Just a heavy ring, engraved with the letter g.

Genevieve...

There's no one in the office now, her burial should be tomorrow morning.

Then I saw, at the foot of the bed...

Pardon me, sir... I must get her ready.

She pushed me out of the room.

Outside, from an isolated cottage, came horrid laughter.

I fled... I feared going mad myself.

I took the first train for Paris to meet you.

I told my father everything.

He said nothing, but agreed to return with me to arras for the burial.

We'll take the 11:00 train... To find what?

Charles!

The eleven o'clock lady...

Dead...

The poison...

Yes, sir, a dreadful thing...

Thank you for your sympathy...

Yes, sir, I'll give him the message.

Word for word, sir.

Poor Mr. Charles... if he'd stayed, nothing would have happened.

- That's your opinion, Guillaume. - And none of these visits, phone calls...

It never stops ringing! Letters, cards, people insisting...

Demanding explanations... And sir won't see anyone.

- It shows how people care. - Yes. Poor Muriel.

Erna e seers as eee ae oe a ee te ee se ees ee eer essn ss

she said, “I still have one brother... S.0.S."

I'd prefer she think of me as a friend.

I'm sure she does, sir.

Mr. pescara's ringing for me.

- Ask if he can see me. - I doubt it, sir.

Mr. wantz.

- "Good day" as it were... but it's not. - Just arrived?

No, I've been seeing to the autopsy, the coroner, the funeral...

- You're almost one of the family. - We're all part of the family.

Muriel thinks of you as a brother. So everyone says - it must be true.

Guillaume, is there an egg in the house? Then beat it.

But Mr. pescara expects Mr. 5.0.S. He has only a few minutes to spare.

The doorbell's ringing, the phone's ringing, everything's ringing...

Open the door, I'll get the phone.

The subject's too painful, dear boy.

I don't want to dwell on it.

Perhaps you know something... That might shed some light.

I know nothing of the circumstances that caused my son's death.

What about those preceding it?

If I had any information, I would give it to the proper authorities.

Let the official investigation take its course.

It's in good hands... Your uncle is an energetic investigator.

- My uncle? - Didn't you know?

Your uncle has been made investigating magistrate of the case.

Really? And are you the civil complainant?

Certainly not. Allow me.

- No, not at home to anyone. - What is this ring?

A ring? May I?

No... no, it's not mine.

Guillaume's, perhaps?

In that case, I'll return it myself.

Hello, palais de justice? Raoul seminario, please... his nephew.

Hello, uncle! It's s.0.S.!

Yes, stanislas octave... Back from Gabon...

About a week...

I phoned you every day, but there was no answer.

Well, what do you want? I thought as much!

Where are you now? Mr. pescara"s house.

Leave at once. I'm about to have the house searched.

Meet me in my chambers at 2:00. Yes, uncle.

- What's the matter, Guillaume? - To top it all off...

The house is full of police! Already? Can I take the service stairs?

Why not? I do.

- You haven't changed. - Thanks, uncle! Still, five years...

You know what I mean. It's 2:04!

You're still always late. Let's get to the point.

First: You must cut all ties with the pescara family.

- Why? - Sit down.

I was honored to be entrusted with the investigation of this case.

I esteemed Mr. pescara and was glad I might be useful to him.

But I find myself ambushed! I'll ask the questions.

I cannot allow you to compromise my prestige, position, and career.

If this is an ultimatum, you must tell me its reason.

Very well. I must tell you more than I should...

But under the seal of absolute secrecy.

Tell me.

Serious allegations have been made about Charles pescara's death.

- What? - I have the autopsy report here.

Charles pescara was poisoned... The poison not precisely identified.

The corpse was found to bear traces of a recent injection.

Pescara senior was a doctor before starting his drug company.

Did you know that? - Yes.

He admitted giving his son an injection yesterday.

The son had complained of illness... Conveniently.

Nothing would have been simpler than to inject the poison.

- Do you think so? - I do.

You know the savage beasts of Africa, but not those of your own country.

I've seen cases like this before... Two-faced monsters.

Here's the dossier. To sum up, Mr. pescara is under investigation.

And discreet police surveillance. Do you understand?

I do.

So don't go creating wild theories

or playing cloak and dagger to impress the lovely Muriel.

I'm not as romantic as you think. She's engaged to a young pharmacist.

Disinterested acts are all the nobler.

In life, we must choose between pleasure and duty.

Pleasure... duty.

- What are you doing? - Listening to you and taking notes.

You mock justice! Don't forget, the king created a noblesse de robe!

- Don't forget the sans-culottes! - There is an aristocracy of the mind!

The position and career you mentioned... You're on the way to ruining them.

You know something! For justice and family, you must speak!

- On condition it stays just between us. - Baptiste!

Hello, Mr. s.0.S.!

No chitchat! Take down my nephew's testimony!

Oh no! That wasn't what we agreed to.

- I could have you arrested! - Then I'll wait for my lawyer.

Goodbye, baptiste.

You'll pay!

Call inspector rabier to pick me up in his car in 20 minutes.

And call the invalides police station, send two men to my nephew's house.

Sir, will you have Mr. s.0.S.'S house searched?

Exactly.

- Have you lost something? - Found. Where can I telephone?

- Take the hall to your right, then... - Thank you!

- I'm a reporter, I got a phone call... - You all did... I know no more than you.

Here's the judge now.

What is all this?

They all got phone calls...

Will there be an arrest?

I'm afraid you're all victims of a practical joker.

What is it, baptiste? They just phoned -

Mr. pescara was found unconscious in his office... poisoned!

Perfect!

Gentlemen, here's your story:

As I suspected, pescara was guilty. He has just poisoned himself.

- Guillaume, what are you doing? - Pardon, sir...

I was picking up a pin. Then I dropped it again!

- What did you see? - The consultation is over.

- Good day, miss. - Guillaume, see these gentlemen out.

- Well, Muriel? - He'll remain completely paralyzed.

He can't speak? Or write?

The doctors say the poison affected his central nervous system.

- Poor Muriel. - None of that.

We must find out the truth. We must avenge Charles and papa.

Stay, Guillaume, since you're here.

Sit down.

Someone brought Charles a package, just before he left the house.

I wonder what it was? A package? What was it like?

- About that big. - Who brought it?

A little boy. Very badly brought up!

I gave him two francs; He called me cheap!

A little boy?

Here's the telegram Charles sent before we went back to Paris.

"Clinique vermeulen, canal de I'escarpe, arras...

Arrive tonight by train. Charles pescara.”

We must find out what this clinic is.

I know.

Before he was killed, Charles sent me some stenotyped clues.

Mr. Charles knew stenotype?

What did he say?

He told me his adventures in the north. I'm going back there.

- I'll go with you. - No, Muriel.

You must stay; The police are watching. They have their own theory.

- May I ask sir a question? - Certainly.

May I know where sir got that ring?

No.

Very good, sir.

- I haven't seen it on you before. - A souvenir of Charles.

One thing bothers me, Muriel: Your father said nothing to the police.

I don't want to go against his wishes.

Before risking a trip north on the basis of a few clues...

Why not take advantage, as nephew of the investigating judge...

To find out what the police think and what they know?

Good idea.

My uncle wouldn't be at the palais now, and I know his clerk.

I'll try to lay hands on the dossier.

See you tomorrow.

The house may be watched, let's meet on neutral ground.

How about the towers of notre dame?

- That's an idea. - Why not?

They're very high.

Don't let me disturb you, Guillaume. Sorry, sir - problem with the lock.

- What? - You can't see anything.

- You're perfect, William. - William! You called me William!

If I dared... - Dare!

- I have a secret to tell you, sir. - Tell.

- Would sir come up to my room? - Pardon?

- That way no one will hear us. - It's very high up.

It'll be good practice for the towers of notre dame.

Sir gave me this before he left for the north.

He told me, "if I don't come back, old boy, give it to the prosecutor.”

He called me "old boy" because I was his orderly in the other war.

- We must open it. - That's the question!

Sir didn't come back... But he didn't go, either.

Listen, Guillaume... Or, rather, William...

That envelope may be important! But sir hasn't instructed me!

- He's paralyzed! - Before he was paralyzed!

Why should I climb four flights to see a mysterious envelope and not open it?

But there's something else...

When I found sir lying in his office, there was a locket by his side, open.

He was still conscious... he closed it, making me signs: Take it! Say nothing!

- But you talk. Excellent, Guillaume! - William.

- What was in the locket? - When sir closed it, it was empty.

I haven't opened it.

That's the most interesting point in your story.

We're not expecting anyone... I'll go see.

- Will this do, sir? - Yes, thanks.

Put a blank sheet of paper inside.

Is this sealing wax?

Could you put the envelope here?

- But you had me put a blank sheet in! - Yes, I'm a conjurer.

How much do I owe you? Ten francs, sir.

Keep the change.

- He forgot his briefcase. - Let's see what's inside.

I nearly forgot! Thanks.

- I left my notebook in your room. - I haven't seen it.

- Has sir seen my little cat? - No.

- I found my notebook... I'm off. - Very good, sir.

- What are you doing? - He might be under the bed.

- Unlikely. - Unlikely, unlikely... what does he know?

This is a personal favor... Keep it between us.

- Very clever. - Diabolical!

Is this the same poison that killed Charles and poisoned his father?

I'm going to the palais. Autopsy poor mitron.

- I'm not a veterinarian. - You'll manage.

Just make sure what he ingested.

I'm sorry, Mr. s.0.S., I can't let you enter your uncle's chambers in his absence.

I have a letter to write. I can't concentrate in the outer office.

Very well... but not too long.

A busy day! Your uncle took the pescara dossier home to work on it.

- He took it home? - Yes... do sit down.

You'll want an envelope...

Ink... But you must have your own pen...

Let me get you an envelope, after all!

Is that you, uncle? It's s.0.S... Stanislas-octave.

I'm leaving for nice... but first I have a sensational revelation for you!

Can you come to my place? I have a document you must see.

In half an hour, then.

- What about your letter? - All done!

You crook! You thief! Do you know the danger you're in?

You can't even plead insanity!

If I hadn't forgotten my briefrcase ...!

Sending your uncle on a wild goose chase!

- I need the truth on the pescara case! - If I had known ...!

- Just one look! - Out of the question!

Hands up!

One, two, three! - Scoundrel!

I would have gone to four.

Cornet, ferdinand. Age 32.

Veterinarian at veules-les-roses.

Room 11.

Would you like to see my parrot?

- I see it. Why? - He's sick.

- And? - Since you're a veterinarian...

Oh, yes. Later.

I picked him up on place de la muette.

10:00 P.M. he had a suitcase and a little box in his hand.

He said, "gare du nord."

Paper box. What did it contain?

The locket, uncle!

Glove

it's mine.

I left it in a taxi at 10:00 last night, on Avenue Mozart.

Dr. David's report: Poison.

Traces of prussic acid; Scopolamine.

Interviews re: Gérard pescara.

50 years old. Medical school.

Hospital intern. Doctorate in chemistry.

Director of pescara pharmacies, inc.

Morals charge.

He was 19, I was 30. I had a pharmacy on rue mouffetard.

The night of the quat-z-arts ball, four of them threw me in a fiacre.

The next day, I was found in the Luxembourg garden pond, nude.

He was convicted.

Three months suspended. Enlisted 1914, served in northern France.

Croix de guerre with palms. Head and arm wounds.

Military ID lost... Duplicate issued.

Married amélie dutertre, daughter of the banker dutertre.

The latter's death was attributed, at the time, to food poisoning.

Did I know Mr. pescara? He was my Thursday!

I don't like to speak ill of a client... But he had his tastes!

He liked dress-up...

Yes, I heard him... He said, "the poison..."

I cooked for Mr. pescara for seven years.

He made madame cry.

A dangerous, unscrupulous businessman.

We were enemies, competitors. He ruined me!

Anonymous letters

"pescara poisoned his son because he knew too much...

In the family, cherchez la femme." Bastard.

- Excuse me, sir, I brought the parrot. - Sorry, must dash.

Is there a police station nearby? Yes, first street on your right.

I don't know what's wrong with him... He drools.

How revolting.

I found this on a bench. I don't have time to fill out forms.

If decent people don't give their names, they risk being taken for scum.

Suppose the owner is looking for it? That would be judge seminario.

- There might be a reward for you. - I've already gotten it.

- I've been waiting 40 minutes. - Did you hear what happened?

I was supposed to see Paul last night, but he never showed up.

This morning I went to his hotel. The owner and I went to his room.

It had been ransacked. There was a blood-soaked handerchief...

And a letter.

Another.

“If you want to save the girl you love, come to rue des dames at 11:00."

Pardon me... do you know a Paul wantz? Anything odd happen last night at 11:00?

Did anyone come by? I was just coming in -

I saw a big black car parked there, and some men who seemed to be fighting.

One seemed to get forced into the car, but it was none of my business...

Thank you.

- Well? Where now? - My place.

26 rue favert.

Ah, Mr. s.0.S.

Hello, mme. Richard. All clear? Yes... what happened?

Tell you another time. Anything else?

A package brought for you. I put it in your room.

- Who brought this package? - A little boy.

A little boy? I don't like that. If I'm not down in five, come check on me.

What a neighbor! He thinks he's in Africa!

Leaving?

Yes... if anyone asks, I'm going to nice for carnival.

- It's the wrong season! - Just so.

Gare de Lyon!

- Gare de Lyon? - I'm going to vimy.

I'm completely confused...

Go by way of the gare du nord!

- 5.0.5., let me go with you. - Certainly not.

- 5.0.5., I'm frightened. - You're in no danger.

Not for myself, but for you two.

Thanks for the plural. I'll bring your Paul back, I promise.

- You're the best pal I know. - What do you know?

Why did you have to be away so long?

Driver, stop! Stop! - Why?

I don't want to go to the station. I hate goodbyes.

I'd cry and be horribly sad.

Goodbye, then. I'll think of you if things get tough.

I'll try to be your best pal, always.

Gare du nord!

I'm not deaf!

All right... I just need to go there.

Sir, do you know a Genevieve pescara?

No, I can't say I do. - Thanks!

No, no Genevieve pescara.

I'm sorry, no Genevieve pescara.

Pescara's not a local name.

The whole area was razed in the war of 1914.

Then the population was displaced in the war of 1940.

Are you sure this girl was baptized?

If so, the bishopric has a duplicate registry...

But if you don't know... Thanks, I have another idea.

- Yes? - The cemetery. Thank you!

- Pardon me. - Yes, sir?

- When was this grave ...? - It's brand new!

Just been filled. And the others?

The customers haven't shown up yet.

- Know who ordered these crosses? - Yes...

A gentleman who paid cash. A doctor.

- Know his name? - Dr. vermeulen.

The alienist?

- No, he's a doctor. - He runs an asylum.

A silo? Who'd have thought it?

- I'm sorry, the doctor isn't in. - Perhaps you could tell me...

- I know very little. - Why are you so guarded?

Working in a place like this leaves few illusions.

- Cynical? - No, just worn out.

Indifferent.

Who brought Genevieve pescara here, and why?

I believe our interview is over.

- Helene, I'm off. - Dr. vermeulen?

- Yes? - If he's leaving now, he wasn't out.

- Who's this? - Paranoiac, redresser of wrongs.

Doctor, I'm looking into the death of Genevieve pescara.

I don't recognize the name.

Her brother was Charles pescara, whose death was front page news.

I don't read the papers.

Perhaps you could give me some information.

I would like to know, first:

Who brought Genevieve pescara here, and why?

Second:

Why did you send a telegram to Charles pescara in arras?

Third:

Why did you order four graves for the vimy cemetery...

In the names of the pescara family? That's all.

- Is the gentleman unaccompanied? - Yes.

Would you step this way, sir?

Tomorrow, have two orderlies bring him to my office.

Did I ever tell you that you have the most beautiful eyes in the world?

There's still room in the disturbed ward, doctor.

Please forgive this misunderstanding, Mr. seminario.

Admit that appearances were against you!

I assure you: I know nothing about this telegram and these crosses.

It's true that the woman was buried there.

Helene, give me the card.

"Genevieve pescara, born 22 February 1917 in vimy...

Died 16 June, 11:00 P.M."

"Cardiac failure, incurable septicemia.”

“Brought in by her brother, gérard pescara.”

Her brother? How old was he?

- Did he show identification? - Military ID.

- What was the cause of death? - Infection. Staphylococcus aureus.

What's that?

Take a look.

Pretty name, but a nasty microbe.

We can grow them by the billion in a culture medium.

403?

All very well in your office, doctor, but if a drop got out ...?

In a favorable environment, they'd reproduce like these.

Look here.

And if they were injected by stealth?

Would they be fatal? Lord, yes.

But not immediately. Eventual septicemia.

So an autopsy would indicate a natural death?

Yes. Poison scars, but microbes are present naturally.

A device for a criminal mastermind, doctor.

Perhaps a woman...

What do you think, hélene?

Women can kill, just as men can.

Muriel! I'm so glad to see you.

I don't mean to intrude, sir, miss, but my train leaves in half an hour...

Guillaume insisted on accompanying me.

What are you two doing here?

We came to report on our investigation.

Any news?

No, but miss wanted to make sure sir got this envelope.

- I hope it's the right one. - There's only one, sir.

- Photos? - Yes, miss photographed the documents.

The originals are in a safe place. Bravo.

Where are you going? You can examine it all without me.

Yes, miss is right.

Here's the first anonymous letter sir received...

The second... The most explicit...

“The woman you abandoned in 1916 has just died...

Your daughter was born, like Christ, in a stable.”

"Like him, she has a cross to bear. Frivolous man, it is time to repent...

The poison will do its work." Signed "vimy." Why vimy?

- That's where we were billeted in 1916. - I see.

Dr. pescara had an intrigue there. Intrigue is an ugly word, sir.

Sir was in uniform... as was I.

We were billeted in the best house, at miss... can't recall.

Her father had been shot in 1914 by the boches.

Dr. pescara would have been considered both a liberator and a consoler.

Not that I was privy to any secrets.

- I assume there were doors in the house. - Really, sir!

- When did you leave vimy? - For the German offensive...

At 15 minutes' notice! Sir left his knapsack and military ID.

At the girl's house? Very interesting.

- How so? - The ID was used to register geneviéve.

Genevieve? I don't understand.

- But I do. - So much the better, sir.

Now would sir tell me how he came upon that ring?

So you recognize it?

I engraved it, in the trenches, for sir's name day.

Then "g" isn't for Genevieve?

No, for gérard!

- And you didn't know where it had gone? - Sir told me he didn't know.

It slipped onto someone's finger, Guillaume.

Here's miss... I should catch my train.

You said you had one more thing to tell sir.

Yes... I can identify the eleven o'clock lady.

Ornithogalum umbellatum.

A common garden flower.

That's something definite, at least... Orni... whatever.

Rouleau... shot by Germans. That's our man.

Why are they staring? Do I have a spot on my nose?

Just because you're pretty.

I'm going to the post office... Wait for me.

You look just like him!

- Whom? - Your grandfather, of course!

We noticed at once... though you've grown up and pretend not to see us!

Your telegram was phoned in yesterday... We couldn't understand it.

"Locket needle poisoned. Autopsy shows traces same poison.

In line with symptoms father and son.

Report follows." Signed lucretia borgia.

- Was that right, sir? - Perfect.

- Ten years here... never seen the like. - I thought lucretia borgia was dead.

Come on, it's some Hollywood movie.

- Good day! - Meet Mr. seminario, from Paris.

- Amazing... these ladies took me for... - Genevieve rouleau.

How did you know?

Ladies, I'm reporting on the families of those shot during the great war...

- Where was Genevieve rouleau born? - The poor thing!

We were evacuated in July 1916. She was born in a stable.

She lived with her mother in auchy and worked in a textile factory.

- They never came back to town? - The house was gone. And then...

She might not have wanted us to see her again.

- They had a very hard life. - Jeanne rouleau never wanted to marry.

She worked for her living. She's been dead two years now.

- And Genevieve? - Not to spread scandal...

She went off with a young man, an herbalist.

- Where? - We couldn't say.

If I should need further information, where can I find you?

Ask for the misses de quenaille, on the town square.

Or Mr. leguernec, at the tavern. Do come have a drink there...

You and your wife! Oh, no thank you!

Not long married, I can tell... She's still shy!

But... we're not married.

All in good time, then! You make a handsome couple.

The tavern"s just across the way.

It will have to be another time... We're in a hurry. Ladies, sir!

- Where are we going now? - To the salle du progreés theater.

- What will we do there? - See a magic act.

Search him, Muriel.

He's got a gun.

Ten days ago you met Charles pescara. The next day he was murdered.

It was in all the papers... Remember?

I know nothing.

You called him by name... How did you know it?

I must tell you something, sir.

There's no such thing as second sight.

No kidding. Well?

I was told in advance, by porters and waitresses...

The names of people who would be in the audience.

Calling them by name was very effective.

- And predicting Charles' death? - An innocent joke!

He was playing the cynic and asked how long he would live.

I said, "until tomorrow.”

When I saw in the papers he'd died, I was terrified!

In all the years I've had this act, this is the first time I've been right.

What lousy luck.

- And the telegram? - It was delivered to the hotel.

I knew Mr. pescara would be at the show, so I paid the Porter 20 francs for it.

I knew it would be a smash! All right, enough.

You swear that's all you know? On my head.

Come on, Muriel.

Hands up!

You see you can trust me.

- Allow me a prediction... - No thanks!

Then a wish, just a wish.

Much joy to the lucky couple!

Go to bed, Muriel, you're tired.

I'm going out early tomorrow. Meet you at 11:00 in the park.

I'm thinking of Genevieve, who wrote to me...

And spoke to me in Paris.

Why didn't papa try to find them?

He tried, but everything was destroyed, untraceable. Then he married.

I blush to think how pampered and happy I've been.

There's one thing you should consider: Your murderer. He'll show his face soon.

- You're so thoughtful. - No... just a good pal.

You're wanted on the telephone, sir.

A Mr. William, from Paris.

- Hello. William? - Yes, sir!

Miss Muriel got a telegram; I ventured to open it.

From Mr. wantz, in Lyon.

"Many difficulties, but am fine.

On promising lead. Fondly, Paul wantz."

- Thank you, William. How's Dr. pescara? - Very well, sir.

And your investigation? Very good, Guillaume. Thanks.

You see? Nothing to worry about.

Promising lead...

- I wonder what he found? - I'm so glad he's all right.

Me too, Muriel.

The past few days I've felt uneasy about his presence between us.

- That's normal. - You don't understand.

I was ashamed to be so happy. Suppose he'd come to harm because of me?

- But he's fine. - So I feel freer to say...

How good it is to be with you.

- Hello? - Finished?

Just getting started!

- Hard at work? - No way around it!

- Nice flowers. - I'll crossbreed them with begonias!

- What's the name of the white flowers? - Eleven o'clock lady.

- Pardon? - Eleven o'clock lady.

By the way, have you seen a very pretty young blonde girl, waiting here?

A very pretty young blonde girl! I was supposed to meet her, and I'm late.

She took the ambulance.

- Ambulance? Was there an accident? - No.

- Was it a city ambulance? - There was writing on the side...

- Clinique vermeulen? - Yes, I think so.

I'm circling back to my first opinion of you.

You've been speaking of murder, mysterious telegrams, cemetery crosses...

Now you accuse me of kidnapping.

Doctor, do you swear on your honor you know nothing of this?

If you'll take my word... But I can do better.

Would you like to see my rooms, my apartment, my cellar?

Even the disturbed ward?

If someone abducted the woman you loved, you'd do the same.

My friend, if I loved a woman...

I'd do the abducting.

Could you just confirm that your ambulance is here?

If you like.

Hello, Maurice?

Could you just confirm the ambulance is here?

What? How long ago?

Well, tell me as soon as she gets back.

It seems one of the nurses borrowed it for a call.

- Miss hélene? - Yes.

- Has she been with you long? - And I'd like her to stay forever.

But I answer for my staff as I do for myself.

- Anything for me? - A phone call.

A lady... she didn't give her name, but she left a message.

Well?

She says to meet her by the canal, in front of the factory...

By lock 113, tonight at 11:00.

The eleven o'clock lady...

Do you have a local map?

The nurse...

Look out...

Where's Muriel?

The... eleven o'clock lady...

What eleven o'clock lady?

What's going on up there?

Where's a phone?

My place... I'm the lock-keeper.

Nothing much happens here.

But when I was lock-keeper near the border...

It could get rough with the smugglers.

Nobody there.

Looking at the vessel log?

Must be asleep at the switchboard.

- The eleven o'clock lady. - So?

- It's a barge? - Yes, an old one.

- Where is it? - Not far... doesn't carry much now.

Wood, coke...

Hello? Here they are, finally.

Hello! Get me the police!

How did you get here?

I just knocked.

- Was it the nurse who brought you here? - Yes, she said you were waiting for me.

;she gave me something to drink and I blacked out.

What day is it? - Friday.

- Let's get out of here... I'm frightened. - Wait.

Do you know where we are? On a barge.

Know what it's called? The eleven o'clock lady.

I think the answer to the mystery is all on board.

What were you typing?

Testing the machine... All the letters were typed there.

I took note of any odd keystrokes.

"Dear s.0.S., if you only knew how I love you... dear s.0.S...

Sorry.

See, the "I" is a little slanted...

The "s" is squashed, and the "c" is misaligned.

But it's not an anonymous letter.

I found women's dresses in that wardrobe.

They must have belonged to poor geneviéve.

- Who was the old woman I saw leaving? - She's not a bad soul.

She kept on saying, "you're not Muriel, you're geneviéve."

Tie him up, would you?

Here's some cord.

403...

To be analyzed.

Probably enough staphylococcus aureus to poison a town.

Managing?

We must catch that nurse! I recognize her from outside our house.

- Someone just killed her. - Who?

The man for whose love she did all this. The man she betrayed out of jealousy.

- Look: Your father's military ID. - What?

And this. Understand?

- Paul! - Muriel!

- And you! - We seem fated to meet.

- Yes, I've been to Lyon... - And I to vimy.

- All roads lead to Rome. - Or criminal court.

- What? - Don't move, Mr. wantz!

You blackmailed Dr. pescara for over a year.

You killed your wife, Genevieve, to be able to marry Muriel.

You killed Charles and poisoned his father.

You killed hélene tassin, the nurse, who was going to betray you.

What bizarre story is this?

Mr. wantz, a seducer shouldn't leave photos around.

- What photos? - Look, Muriel...

Here are the marriage papers of geneviéve and this gentleman.

Photos of him embracing Genevieve... And of him embracing the nurse.

I took them from helene tassin's purse. Murder!

Who are you? Are you here to arrest him?

My boy! What did you do to him?

I'd confess if I were you, Mr. wantz.

His name isn't wantz, it's delbecq!

My little girl, my poor little girl!

He killed her!

It's in the morning papers.

But it's all over now! I'll tell everything I know!

They'll recognize him in roubaix and vimy!

The herbalist who married Genevieve rouleau!

They'll autopsy Genevieve! And more proof!

The bottle of microbes! The military ID! All there in the cupboard!

He made her take the bottle from the clinic!

He brought all his things here!

André! André!

If luck had smiled on me...

I'd have been born, like so many others, into a rich family.

That's the only source of power... Money makes the world go round!

But the poor marry the poor.

I married Genevieve.

I learned how she came to be born...

And saw that could bring me the money I needed.

I had Dr. pescara's military ID and his ring.

Unfortunately, then I met Muriel.

- And my dowry appealed to you? - No.

I made the mistake of falling in love with you.

I was supposed to marry helene.

If she'd had her way, you'd be dead now.

And she wouldn't have betrayed me.

And Mr. seminario would never have caught us.

Do you think I'd forget you killed Charles and geneviéve?

I wouldn't forget. Get back.

Put the gun down.

Get back.

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