THE LITTLE MURDERS OF AGATHA CHRISTIE
It'll be all right.
She hasn't been herself. She's losing her memory,
her bearings, doing strange things.
I'll find her a room, Dr Courelle,
but shouldn't she see a psychiatrist? - No, Jacqueline!
She'd panic. And it's probably temporary.
- Not a word to Prof Vidal. - Don't worry.
The big boss isn't on duty tonight.
ALBERT MAJOR TALKED TOO MUCH
We've waited ages!
I hope this time it's worth it.
Sorry, Professor, but it's hardly like pulling a tooth.
But I think you'll be satisfied.
This is close to perfect: a young man who didn't smoke or drink.
I think this one's a gem. Look...
Let's go.
Go faster, Marlène.
I can't, Alice. I'm not cut out for this.
You are.
I'm not a firebrand like you.
You have to recognize your limitations.
And go beyond them!
Mobility is a key to women's liberation. Go!
Engage second gear, Marlène!
There!
What did I tell you? Isn't this fun?
Is it fun! It's wonderful.
I feel free!
The car!
Scooter accident. Two young women. Down there?
Of course not. Are you totally dense?
Take them to A&E.
I got through to La Voix du Nord.
Alice Avril didn't show up for work either.
That proves nothing.
I'm telling you, something's not quite right.
What if they've been kidnapped?
Only a lunatic would want to kidnap Alice Avril.
Yes, but not Marlène!
No, something bad must have happened. Something very bad!
I can feel it!
What if she were dead?!
She's never been ill, never missed a day.
You think she's dead?
You'll kick the bucket if you worry like that, Tricard.
- Inspector Laurence. - Inspector, it's Marlène!
I'm in hospital.
- Oh? - An accident, nothing serious.
In that case, call me when you've seen a doctor.
You were worried, Inspector.
No, why would I be worried? I'm just extremely annoyed.
I've work for you and need to know how long I'll be without my secretary.
Don't worry, I'll see to everything.
Fine. Thank you, Marlène.
Oh my God!
Poor Alice!
What a disaster!
You must be suffering.
And through my fault!
No, I'm all right.
And as long as my hands, arms and noggin are still working...
Come on, push me out of here quick.
Leave?
Oh no!
I heard the nurses say you had a cranial trauma.
What? That's nonsense. I'm quite compos mentis.
You only think you are because you're not.
A cranial trauma can be very serious,
especially on your head!
- I'll get a doctor. - No, we're getting out of here.
I know these places. They have a tendency to suck you in!
Marlène...
Marlène!
Are you Albert Major?
The famous crime columnist?
Who knows?
I'm your biggest fan!
I've read all your articles and books on major cases,
the most incredible crimes.
Do you... have something brewing right now?
Official secrets, my dear.
Come on!
I started at La Voix du Nord, like you.
Well, I'm starting...
I could do a piece on what you're preparing!
Until the book's with the publisher...
Just a tiny little hint?
I can tell you it's about a perfect crime.
One I witnessed personally several years ago.
But not that perfect, as I finally realized
how such a nice person had managed to fool everybody.
Please come with me, your room's ready.
Yes, just a second, we're finishing up.
You can't leave me like that.
No, but..
Wait, I'll...
Damn, damn, damn!
- Alice! - Yes?
The doctor!
I'm Dr Courelle. Your friend says you want to leave us.
I'm sorry, that's not possible.
After the impact you suffered I'd rather run extra tests.
- I told you. - With pleasure!
I'm only too pleased to stay
and do tests. Lots of tests.
You can't be too careful!
And could I be on the same ward as that gentleman over there?
Somebody dared to die before me? Who is it?
Stay in your room, Mr Rafil.
And put out that cigar. Smoking isn't allowed in the hospital.
If my remaining pleasures aren't allowed, kill me here and now!
Does Professor Vidal know?
He's on his way.
Nobody is to touch the body until the police arrive.
Who was on duty?
What is this nonsense?!
Why are you just standing around? Put him in the big hall.
- But Dr Bouchard said... - I don't care what he said!
You want the place in hysteria? Get rid of this body now.
Don't touch it!
- And who are you? - Alice Avril.
Top reporter for La Voix du Nord !
Would you like to read how you prevented
a crime from being solved by erasing clues?
I wasn't told we'd hired a new doctor.
Perhaps because I'm not here to play at doctors...
Then you must be in a hurry. Nothing serious?
That depends how seriously you view death.
Can't it also come as a relief?
You seem to know your subject.
I was on intimate terms as a nurse here
and still am, by marriage.
Lucette Vidal, wife of Prof. Vidal, head of the hospital.
Have you met him?
I've not had the pleasure. But I believe I soon shall.
Laurence!
Just pointing out I preserved the crime scene.
But for my intervention,
you'd have no clues. What do you say?
I'm not sure I know the answer to that.
And I'm the only one to know why Albert Major was murdered.
Won't you ask why?
You've got both questions and answers.
Albert Major had just concluded his latest case.
He was killed to stop him talking.
Quite a tempting motive!
Very clever!
My dear Dany, why are you here?
What happened to you?
Why did nobody tell me?
As the hospital gate is locked and watched at night,
the culprit must have been inside.
And may still be here.
What's your opinion, Professor? Patient or caregiver?
A doctor? May I remind you we have all taken the Hippocratic oath!
'Tis but a short hop from Hippocrates to hypocrite.
No ideas, then?
You know how many work here, even at night?
Indeed, it's odd that no one saw or heard anything.
Especially you. Weren't you on duty on this floor?
Yes. Yes, but...
You'd fallen asleep?
No! Not at all.
We're all professionals, we don't fall asleep on the job!
- We don't have time. - Then she's lying!
- She must have heard something. - What? Noises?
There are plenty at night: moaning, wailing...
Why won't you let her answer, isn't she old enough?
Or is it because she's guilty?
Me! Why me?
You know who the killer is!
And for some reason you're covering him.
Why terrorize her? She clearly knows nothing.
How do I know?
It wasn't me. I swear it wasn't!
Open your eyes, Inspector.
It's the work of a madman. We have none in here.
I wouldn't be so sure, my love.
You think it was me?
- You think I could have? - Of course not.
With that sedative, you weren't strong enough to open an eye.
- You're sure? - Certain.
Anyway you're incapable of hurting anyone.
Courelle!
I'll be right back.
What got into you?
Hospitalizing your wife without asking me?
She should be in a psychiatric ward.
You want to ruin my reputation?
- Dany isn't mad. - Oh?
Then why did she slit her own cat's throat?
She didn't, she found it like that.
Then why hospitalize her?
Because I'm dangerous!
Of course you're not!
I am!
I don't know what I'm doing. I can't remember anything.
I loved our cat.
Take me away.
It's to your credit, Dany.
My wife's not well, but if you arrest her she'll get worse.
She needs care and rest not locking up!
Then put her in the proper place!
- You're under arrest, ma'am. - Good!
But you do need care.
You will stay here in your room with a policemen at your door.
How could I not see he was married? And did I mention his kids?
The latest test results for Mrs Dumont.
They're worse than we thought. Will you put it in her file?
OK.
Still there?
Well, he already has four. Children, what else!
And he wants one with me!
So where are the test results?
Here, Professor, I just received them.
Sorry, it was my boss.
You must bring my typewriter.
I'll write the article of the century!
Murder at the Hospital".
"Renowned reporter Albert Major
"spots the perfect crime
"and is bumped off!"
Or maybe...
"The quest for truth
"...proved fatal for Albert Major!"
That sounds good.
Yes.
But if there's a madwoman at large
you'll be in danger.
Don't you have work to do?
You're heartless! I couldn't leave Alice here alone.
And all this is my fault.
So what do you think?
You can't believe that a madwoman killed Albert Major?
Why not?
Because it's crystal clear!
Albert Major recognized his killer here in the hospital.
Albert Major saw what he shouldn't and now Albert Major is dead,
his eye punctured. The end of a great reporter!
It has a ring to it!
Yes, that of a second-rate journalist's fantasy!
If you think that then you've got another think coming.
It's all in the manuscript in Albert Major's briefcase.
The thing is, we found your famous briefcase.
All it contained was bills.
That's the proof! The empty case.
Clearly the criminal took his manuscript.
Sure it isn't time for your pills, Avril?
I'll prove I'm right.
Meantime, I have work to do and I need my secretary to do it!
Of course, Inspector.
Hey!
A PERFECT CRIME by Albert Major
- You OK, Doctor? - Yes.
I must stop thinking about my wife. Forceps.
What's happened is awful.
And Dany's so kind.
Unlike some, if you see what I mean.
I can't believe she could do it.
Me neither.
Compress.
The poor thing's terrified.
And knowing she's alone while I'm stuck in theatre for 2 hours...
You want me to get a replacement and check that everything's all right?
Would you, Jacqueline? That's so kind.
Scalpel.
She hasn't left her room?
I'm sure. I haven't moved.
Quick, go and fetch help!
How kind.
You're welcome.
Tim Glissant.
Oh, you're the new forensic pathologist?
But I didn't know...
Delighted!
- You work here? - Yes.
I'd have expected you to be an actress or a model.
Not at all.
I'm Inspector Laurence's assistant.
Inspector Laurence?
Report him for abduction. He hid you well!
Marlène!
Coming, Inspector.
Bye.
- Dany Courelle committed suicide. - Oh my God!
Who's that?
If you were at your desk instead of out chatting, you'd know.
She lost lots of blood but she didn't die.
Good.
And the file?
What file?
The one I asked you to fetch from the archives!
Will it come here of its own accord?
- Just going. - Good.
And no dawdling this time!
No, let him come in.
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Why haven't you arrested the madwoman?
Isn't a suicide attempt an admission?
If I popped into theatre, would I be able to operate on someone?
What are you on about? It takes years and years of study and practice.
To be a policeman too.
So do your job and let me do mine.
Talking of which, I rarely leave weapons in my prisoners' cells.
What's the connection?
Why was this scalpel in Dany Courelle's room?
What are you insinuating?
A madwoman,
a scalpel left by chance in a sealed room
is a way to facilitate the suicide of an alleged suspect
who is psychologically fragile?
Case closed,
no more cops noseying around asking questions.
I've nothing to hide. Apart from medically confidential matters.
I don't know why but I get the feeling
your idea of medical confidentiality covers a multitude of sins.
I think we said it all.
For now.
You know that young journalist,
Alice Avril...
I need to contact her family.
That won't take long.
She's an orphan. She has no brothers or sisters.
In that case...
If you're saying Alice Avril fell on her head and is raving
maybe it's not worth alerting her family tree.
I fear it's much more serious.
Meaning?
You can tell me, I'm the closest person to her.
Though I sometimes lament that fact.
Rampant widespread cancer.
At her age, a textbook case.
Oh...
What is your prognosis?
A week or two at best.
Will you tell her or shall I?
No... Thank you.
Fancy a Treat?
Pardon?
You need sugar. You're all white.
Compared to whom?
Very funny.
We were saying...? The needle?
Yes, the needle.
In fact it's one that we use for lumbar punctures.
Hardly acupuncture!
It perforated the brain.
After that, your reporter won't be reporting much.
- Since it killed him! - No.
What do you mean?
That's not why he died.
The first blow killed him beforehand.
What first blow?
You see here?
A precise little nick on the jugular.
It's the work of an artist.
The big syringe is just showing off.
When you say artist, do you mean a surgeon?
You could say that.
Say...
could I have your wonderful assistant's number?
What for?
We could start with a drink.
Out of the question.
- Because...? - Because...
because she's my secretary.
Oh, I see. You're already on the case?
What are you on about? This is about work.
We're overworked, as you can see.
We're on a big case and we've no time for... for anything else.
Goodbye!
Dear Alice,
I've something to tell you, something...
Dear, dear Alice... No, no...
Dear Alice...
what I have to say isn't easy, in fact it's...
It's the hardest thing I've ever had to tell anyone...
My word, some things just won't come out, will they?
Come on, spill the beans, it's not that hard...
I'm not so sure.
- Alice... - Yes, wait.
What did you call me? Alice?
You must really want to apologize!
No, usually it's Avril. Then again,
from you it sounds like "Here, doggie!"
Go on, then. I'm ready. Apologize.
Apologize?
Yes!
For treating me shabbily for the hundred-thousandth time!
Isn't that why you're here?
So I'm a cad?
And a misogynist.
- Misogynist. - And a chauvinist.
OK, I'm sorry. What I mean is...
please accept my apologies for all that and the rest...
Is the bouquet for today, or...?
Oh, yes... Here... Thank you.
- And now I'll... - Stop taking me for a fool
and do everything to help me solve my case.
Exactly. You took the words right out of my mouth.
What? No! You're kidding?!
You want us to work as a team?
Till the end of your days, Alice!
Yes, right...
OK, fine...
We'll give that a go.
And then we'll see.
Yes, Mama.
I'm telling you, a crime in the hospital.
And I know who committed the crime.
No, I've said nothing. Not yet.
But this will give me the money to leave this place
and finally come home.
Yes, you take care.
I hear you want to question me too, Inspector?
Are you Mr Rafil?
You'll be disappointed. I saw nothing.
And I do regret it, it would have been amusing.
Just think! Witnessing a murder just before you pop your clogs.
It would have spiced up my life, the little that's left.
You know I hate it when you talk that way!
My secretary is too sensitive.
Or terrified of losing her salary.
But you know my heart won't hold out long, Esther?
That's not funny!
And if you wanted to look after yourself,
you'd stop smoking those filthy cigars and sleep at night!
And ruin the little time I have?
Have you noticed anything weird on your nocturnal ramblings?
Though you didn't witness the murder,
you may have seen someone in the corridors that night.
Such as Dr Vidal... or Dr Bouchard...
or Dr Courelle.
You suspect all three?
I suspect anyone who can use a scalpel.
Can you wield a scalpel, Mr Rafil?
If I say yes, will you cuff me and lead me away?
I dream of new experiences.
Inspector, may I introduce Phoenix.
You know how he got his name?
He was saved by a heart transplant by Professor Vidal!
He operates on animals? Interesting.
If it worked on him, why not me?
You want a heart transplant?
If only!
It takes more than being a millionaire.
Lucette, this really isn't the time. I'm expected in theatre now.
I've not taken this risk for nothing.
You think I'm not taking a risk?
You must speak to him.
If you won't tell him, then I will!
I don't think you'd do that, Edouard.
You know why? Because if you do,
I'll speak up and tell all I know.
Things you wouldn't like.
And you've much more to lose than me, Edouard!
Stop moaning all the time and look after me. It'll relax you.
Hello, Jojo. How are you today?
Hello, my beauty.
Your smile shines like a star in my dull existence.
You look lovely. Off on a date?
No.
It's professional,
strictly professional. My boss called for me urgently.
Your boss has a funny timetable!
He works all the time
and he can't do without me. I'm like his right-hand woman.
I brought you some broccoli purée.
Don't moan, you need green vegetables.
And apple pie for dessert.
A man stands by the evening fire
At the hour of breaking bread
A man stands by the evening fire
Crosses his hands, lowers his...
Head?
Bed?
Shed? Thread?...
Jojo! What's happening to you?
Jojo!
Help! Help!
Jojo is dying!
Take care of him.
He's a poet, he has a weak heart.
Well?
I think we have our man: 50-ish, heart attack, doubtful health...
Perfect!
Take him you know where. In secret!
Hello, Inspector.
- Thank you for coming. - If you knew what's happened...
I have to speak to you.
It's Jojo...
Outside of work.
- Oh...? - Yes.
Outside of...
Man to woman.
Man to woman?
And it's not easy.
Believe me, you've no idea what I'm about to tell you.
I think maybe I do...
I could tell you were worried just after the accident.
Though you're someone who hides their feelings.
But when such an event arrives...
when you think you'll lose someone dear...
you realize what your true feelings are.
You realize that the feelings you kept bottled up
have come to the surface.
And that's what happened to you.
Am I wrong?
I am staggered by your perceptiveness.
Since then, I can't think straight.
I'm wiped out.
No...
Why? Why such dark thoughts?
When two people are there,
face to face, alive...
Alive,
but for how long?
As long as possible, I hope.
Two weeks at the most.
You call that as long as possible?
Two weeks?
What are you talking about, Inspector?
Avril! Alice Avril!
Who has only two weeks to live.
What?!
She'll never have known true love.
She'll never have children!
I was supposed to be their auntie!
She's my friend, my only friend.
That's just it. I was going to tell her, but...
maybe it'd be better coming from a close friend.
Oh no.
I could never do that.
You're the man, you're strong.
You'd do that much better than me.
Yes, you're right.
It's best to say nothing to her
and leave her in peace.
For the short time left to live.
She has nobody.
Just us two.
Good evening, Lucette.
Hello my dear Jacqueline.
We have a charity evening,
so I decided to bring in my husband's tuxedo to save time.
You know where he is?
Still in theatre, I imagine.
What a surprise!
These operations, these patients, this profession...
I wouldn't do it again for anything.
In fact I don't know how you can carry on at your age.
I'll wait for him. For a change!
Since this is my fate!
Would you make me a coffee dear Jacqueline?
I'll be waiting hours!
Of course. With pleasure!
Here, dear Lucette.
Thank you, you are a love.
Have you put on weight?
You should be careful!
What have I done now?
I threw them out and told them to touch nothing. Was that OK?
Yes. Do you feel all right?
It doesn't hurt anywhere?
No. There are some worse off than me in this room.
Yes.
Same neat nick on the jugular.
So it's the same criminal?
Looks like it.
You're such a valuable help my little Alice.
What? I didn't say a thing.
You did. You've been right from the start.
Oh?
I was right? Right about what?
You must go and rest. Don't catch cold.
You're sure you're OK?
You're so pale.
You'll be on traffic duty in the rain and snow for the next 50 years.
Now get out of my sight.
And you: if she leaves her room again, your life won't be worth living.
It was my fault.
I was here to watch over her and I fell asleep.
And you think she just got up and went to kill that poor nurse? Why?
I don't know.
I'm so tired I can't think anymore.
Maybe I was wrong to bother.
I should have listened and had her interned.
Can your wife use a scalpel?
Of course not. What an idea!
Get some rest.
Your wife is in good hands this time.
And if she wakes up, you'll be in better shape.
You're right.
Thank you.
You reacted oddly when I mentioned a scalpel.
Anything you'd like to tell me?
No. I was just thinking that...
I do like Dr Courelle and his wife but at first when they arrived,
Dany was very bored, so...
she'd often sit in theatre, asking questions,
watching how they did it.
But watching a cook at work doesn't make you a cook.
But if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that Dany really is mad!
You know what Dr Courelle said just before you arrived?
That now she's hearing voices. Just think. Voices!
What the... You, shut up!
Go see the cat!
What do you want?
What do you want? Be quiet.
Quiet! Where did you come from?
Have you seen the time?
It's always the same, we'll get there for the dessert.
If there's any left.
Blame Bouchard, darling.
If he were a proper research assistant we wouldn't be here now.
Isn't that so, Bouchard?
Dr Bouchard isn't at fault, dear.
You are.
If only you knew how to choose your people!
Shall we go?
What do you mean, am I sure it was your ambulance?
I have 20-20 vision. Especially in the right eye!
Please be good enough to pass me someone competent.
Hello?
Hello!
The cad!
Do you realize, Inspector? They claim Jojo was never there
but I saw him in the ambulance.
How is that possible? He can't have vanished!
Why have I been summoned?
Because something is bothering me, Professor.
Just a minor detail.
When that poor nurse was murdered,
everyone had an alibi. Except you.
I told you, I was in another wing.
Indeed, but I checked.
No operations were planned and no nurse was working with you.
I was there to prepare a complicated operation the next day.
And I'm supposed to take your word?
But everyone has seen the culprit!
Blood on her hands. What more do you need?
A motive!
A mad person strikes at random!
But this killer didn't!
And it wasn't the hand of a madman but of a doctor.
Or, rather, a surgeon!
You have a problem with medicine, Inspector?
Were you traumatized by a nasty doctor as a child, and seek revenge?
What was this off-duty nurse doing at the hospital?
I don't know my staff's hours by heart.
I think she was due to meet the murderer.
To blackmail him. She knew who had killed Albert Major.
She knew it was you.
And you killed her!
You missed your calling!
Your story is worthy of a novel.
A novel based on ridiculous hypothesizing!
That's the principle of scientific research: hypothesize and verify.
That's what I'll do. It's my Marie Curie side.
To think if I hadn't ridden that scooter,
that writer wouldn't have died,
nor would that poor nurse,
and Alice wouldn't be dying.
What do you mean, Marlène?
That's how we found out about Alice.
I'd have rather never known.
When you don't know it's like it isn't true.
Like nobody is ever going to die.
Thank you.
I've been waiting an hour, bored stiff!
Not stiff, Alice, not just yet.
- I've lots to tell you! - You need to rest.
We'll take you up to your room, you'll be warm there.
You want to kill me? It's a gloomy room!
Stop saying that, Alice.
Saying what?
You're looking at me as if I'm going to drop dead.
I've a headache but I'm fine.
There! It's reaching the brain!
It wasn't the accident. I was knocked out.
Knocked out? By whom?
The bastard didn't leave a calling card!
- Why did he hit you? - I keep on trying to tell you that!
You were right. For once.
There are weird goings-on here.
In fact, I should say under here.
Follow me!
- This way! - Hang on...
Careful. Slowly, Marlène.
I saw two shadows down there. Two surgeons operating.
I tried to see the body but couldn't.
Is your sight failing?
And this is where I saw the dog.
I tried to calm it down and then bang! and I fell down.
The dog hit you?
You were hit or did you fall?
- Why should I fall? - A malaise?
Why would I have a malaise?
It's just there.
Then I woke up in the middle of the road with a car coming at me!
Hallucinations, now.
So you don't believe me? You think I'm raving?
It can happen. After an impact, of course.
So you saw people operating in this room?
Yes.
There was a body lying on the operating table,
lit by a big lamp.
You're right, she's hallucinating.
I fear the brain my be affected. It's spreading fast!
The fact it's empty means something suspicious is going on.
I don't understand.
What have they done with it? It can't have vanished.
Marlène,
weren't you telling me about somebody who just vanished?
Yes. Jojo the hobo.
Why did you think of him?
Jojo!
Hey!
See, I'm not mad!
I told you there was a dog.
Oh, the poor thing.
Yes. My last hope has expired.
He lasted two months. Two months is good.
I can't say the same.
All is not lost, Mr Rafil!
Professor Vidal, I arrest you for false testimony
and illegal experimentation on human beings.
Well, Professor?
What exactly do you do in your secret laboratory?
Prohibited experiments?
Heart transplants?
First on dogs, then on men. Am I wrong?
No, I'm not wrong.
And as it's illegal, you pluck hobos from the streets for guinea pigs.
Who'd worry about an old tramp disappearing?
For science to advance
requires men like me to take risks and break taboos!
Is that why you killed Albert Major? To give his heart to someone else?
I didn't kill Albert Major.
Then why were you so keen to take away his body?
You would have done, but for Alice Avril's intervention.
I wanted to curb the hysteria among the patients.
- Of course. - However,
I do indeed harbour the ambition
of making history with the first transplant in the world.
But even though I might test the boundaries of legality,
I'm not a murderer.
We'll see about that.
Martin!
Place him in custody.
Hello, Dr Courelle.
- How's your wife? - Better, thank God.
Good day to you, Esther. And good luck.
- Let me help you. - Thank you.
Bringing work to the hospital?
Yes. Despite his illness, Mr Rafil manages his fortune from here.
Oh, I wouldn't like that. Seeing sick people all day long.
Seeing my boss weaken is eating me away.
I wish Prof. Vidal would try a transplant on him.
I know what it's like to count the days.
I have a friend who... Excuse me!
Alice!
Alice!
Alice!
Alice!
- It's Dany! - Oh! Alice!
Oh, dammit!
At least this time she didn't mess up.
At least she'll harm no one else!
No!
It's so awful, do come away.
No!
I want to stay, I want to see her face!
What's happened now?
Dany!
Oh my love!
You're alive!
Lucette!
Why do that? Why would she commit suicide?
I'd like your opinion, Alice.
Alice?!
I just can't get used to it.
Yes?
Tell me, what do you see there?
A mark around where the belt is.
Yes, absolutely.
What would you say that mark is?
I'd say...
maybe a thumbprint.
Absolutely.
Absolutely.
What I imagine you're suggesting
is that Lucette didn't...?
- Commit suicide? - Yes. I imagine.
Brilliant!
Yes! Putting pressure on this spot
causes instant loss of consciousness.
Then the killer can do what he likes:
such as put a belt around their neck and call it suicide.
You mean it's another murder?
Absolutely. And Professor Vidal was already in custody.
It's her again!
She'll end up killing us all!
No, you must take it easy.
We'll put her to bed in her room.
And I thought of something else.
When you get out, you must move into my place.
She can't climb 5 storeys with her leg.
Yes, but... You only have one bedroom.
It's yours. I shall sleep on the couch.
What matters is being there to look after you.
And I shall also buy you a nightgown
as your pyjamas don't really do you justice.
Well, yes. Thank you.
Talking of nightgowns, what was Lucette doing dressed like that,
with her husband in custody? Smells a bit fishy!
Lucette did arrive dressed.
We weren't able to find her clothes.
That means that somebody hid them.
Bouchard.
What about him?
I saw them, Lucette and Dr Bouchard.
They were hiding. I couldn't hear what they said but they seemed close.
Dr Bouchard wasn't happy! I should have said.
Don't underestimate yourself, Alice. You're not useless, you're...
dazzling!
Did you see what I saw?!
No, what?
He just kissed me!
He paid me compliments. He invited me to move in!
Isn't that kind?
No, no it's not kind.
It's worrying. Very worrying, in fact!
You're sure he's not ill
The Inspector? No.
Then it must be his midlife crisis!
It's all downhill now.
He's scared, tries to shag everything that moves under 30
and he fixates on me!
Some dream of that.
Eh? Oh, yes. No, I'm not blowing my own trumpet.
It's true that if you ignore his lousy temper,
he's not physically repugnant.
He has a certain style.
No, he's too old.
And he's Laurence! It'd be like incest!
- Incest?! - You have to tell him that, Marlène!
Don't upset him. But he has to see
that there's no future with me. Yes, that sounds right.
There's no future with me. Perfect.
No point letting him stew in false hopes.
- I can count on you? - Yes!
No future with you.
Wait...
- What are you hiding there? - Nothing.
Might these belong to Lucette Vidal?
Were you behind the vanishing clothes?
Did you kill Lucette?
You hated her, didn't you?
Did you kill Victoria and Albert Major too?
No, no... I swear I'm not involved.
Then tell me why you have a murdered woman's clothes.
I... I found them.
Where?
You're not allowed in theater!
Doctor, I'm arresting you for the murder of Lucette Vidal!
I didn't kill Lucette!
Then why were her clothes found in your office?
She was waiting in the rest area.
I was stuck in theatre.
I slipped out to warn her and found no one, just her clothes.
I was scared someone would find them, so I hid them.
We'll see about that. Come with me, now.
Listen!
This operation is extremely tricky.
Only I and Professor Vidal can carry it out.
If I leave, this patient will die. Is that what you want?
You finally decided to release me?
Another crime has been committed, for which your alibi is watertight.
I can't say I'm happy.
Who was the victim?
Your wife.
Lucette?! But...
But it can't be... not Lucette!
I am sincerely sorry.
Especially since this is your second time as a widower.
You were married to... What was her name?
Gaëlle... That's it: Gaëlle!
If my information is correct, Gaëlle committed suicide
while still young and healthy. Strange, isn't it?
You want to pin her death on me?
I was at a conference in the US at the time.
Yes, that's in my file too. Marlène...
What's he doing here? Did he kill Lucette?
Wasn't shagging her enough?
Oh, you knew.
So what? She wouldn't have left me for a lowly doctor!
Lowly doctor?
For years I slaved away on your research, your experiments,
and you sign my discoveries!
You're the one I should have killed!
But Lucette was easier?
What did she see in such a worm?
What you couldn't give her.
That's enough!
At least I could satisfy her!
Because you know what, Inspector:
the renowned Professor Vidal, sorry, the brilliant Professor Vidal
is impotent!
Yes. Lucette found out after she married him! Impotent!
That might explain his first wife's suicide.
Gaëlle didn't commit suicide.
Lucette killed her!
What?!
Gaëlle couldn't sleep.
Lucette was Vidal's nurse at the time. So she suggested some drugs.
She gave her last drink and wished her good night.
That's unthinkable!
Then she consoled her Professor and was married months later.
She was very good!
If this is true, why didn't you denounce her then?
Because he's an accomplice.
You wrote her prescription, you lousy loser!
She said it was for her. If I'd known she'd marry him...
She was a manipulator.
She kept the prescription I signed so I could refuse her nothing.
For the first time, I believe you.
You were a conciliatory lover,
one Lucette could easily persuade to kill Albert Major
and Victoria.
Albert Major recognized Lucette, author of the famous perfect crime.
And you killed her too
when you saw you could never have her all to yourself.
I did nothing! I'm innocent!
Pleading crime passionnel is a way to significantly reduce your sentence.
Take him away!
No, you stay here.
You may not have murdered Lucette,
but you're responsible for the death of Jojo the hobo.
May I show you something?
I should think so.
I've been waiting here for a while.
Why didn't you say?
The heart I gave Jojo belonged to a young boy who was brain dead.
which isn't recognized in France. So the operation was illegal.
Except that I'm alive when I should be
six feet under, eating dandelions by the roots.
But the doc saved me.
I'd love to celebrate that with the odd glass!
If it's not too much trouble...
Are you going to send me to prison for that?
Because I've someone to save who's waited a long time,
for whom it'll soon be too late.
Hello, Mr Rafil.
I hope you slept well.
I've brought your croissants.
It's still a lot of deaths, though!
You said it, Marlène.
Poor Mr Rafil.
Do we know how he died?
Not yet.
That reminds me, could you call...
No, I'll do it myself.
Yes? Glissant? It's Laurence.
How's the autopsy coming along? Yes, it is urgent.
Dr Courelle, please!
Wait... Thank you.
Please...
Hello?
Marlène?
Alice? Do you feel bad? Do you want me to come?
No. Is Laurence there?
No, the Inspector isn't here. What should I tell him?
That I've found a clue.
A key clue that we missed.
We've got the wrong man .
And the wrong motive...
Alice? Alice, I can't hear you!
Alice!
Alice!...
Open your eyes, you feel faint but you'll be all right.
Alice!
Don't die, Alice. What's going on?
Help!!
Help her!... Alice!
Morning, Doctor.
I'm not stealing, just borrowing!
Inspector!
How is the delicious Marlène?
Still overworked! Well?
No cuts, no trace of any attack. And I did look carefully.
As I thought, he died of natural causes.
You could be a forensics expert.
No, I'm no fan of morbidity. I prefer the living.
But to me, they're alive.
They even talk to me.
They tell me lots about their lives.
See that little scar on the knee?
A fall from a bike as a child.
Bold but fragile.
And these delicate, fine fingers...
A man who uses his brain, not his hands. What did he do?
Millionaire.
Nice job.
- So someone will be glad he's gone. - No.
He left no heirs.
Shame. You should have introduced me.
Maybe I'd have convinced him to leave it to me.
"Mobility is a key to women's liberation!"
What are you doing?
I shall inject potassium chloride
and send it very slowly through your veins,
just enough to trigger a heart attack
but not enough for the cause of death to be detectable.
I love work well done. And this is close to perfection.
So the perfect crime Albert Major spoke about was you.
My first work. My pride and joy.
I saved my first wife from suicide. Heroically, obviously,
so all those on vacation with us would remember.
Albert Major was there.
He stayed in the same hotel as you.
But I'd no idea who he was.
I never dreamed he'd see through it!
When my wife managed her suicide, days later,
no one was surprised.
Who'd challenge the word
of a nice little doctor overwhelmed with sorrow?
You're doing the same with Dany.
Well spotted.
Dany...
My poor Dany, who everyone thinks is mad.
After what's happened, her death will come as a relief.
Finally I can do what I was always made to do.
What I strove for years to do
and what Albert Major almost ruined by recognizing me!
And what's that?
To build my own hospital
and specialize in heart transplants!
My first wife was rich,
unfortunately the inheritance wasn't enough.
Fortunately this time I shall pull off a masterstroke.
What will you tell them about me?
Heart attack won't work. I'm young, in good health...
That remains to be seen.
There, I've finished.
Now you can quietly die.
Wait. Wait!
Hey!!
Alice!
Plaster!
Alice!
Help!
You know it was you who killed Lucette?
Like you killed Albert Major...
and poor Victoria...
Because you're mad, my little Dany,
and you no longer know what you're doing.
You'll end up in the asylum. Don't you want that?
No, no...
Better to die than suffer that until the end.
You're going to be brave enough to do it.
All alone... like a big girl.
Just a few sips
and the nightmare will be over.
Don't touch that glass!
Alice!
Alice! Alice!
Help! Help!!
Help!!!
Ordinarily I am non-violent, but for filth like you
I'm happy to make an exception. Take him away!
Help! Help!!
She's dead.
She's dead!
Oh my God, it's a miracle!
No. Just adrenaline.
How could you arrest Dr Courelle?
He's the victim of a woman whose madness has destroyed him for months!
He wanted you to think that. You were his lover.
What!? Not at all.
Dr Courelle is too respectful to cheat on his wife, even when she's ill.
Maybe, but he claimed he loved you.
It's true!
And he promised you that when his wife was institutionalized,
he'd be free to marry you.
- He would have done! - No doubt.
But not for love.
What for, then?
Your money!
What are you on about? I have nothing, not a cent in savings.
Not even a wage, as my boss has just died.
...Leaving you his entire fortune and making you a millionaire!
Mr Rafil always said he'd give it to charity.
He lied. His lawyer confirmed it.
Rafil knew his heritage would attract greed
and tried to protect you by keeping it secret.
But he did make one small mistake.
When writing his will in the presence
of his lawyer, he needed a witness.
A witness to guarantee his sound mental health.
And that witness was none other
than Paul Courelle.
How was Raymond Rafil to know that this kind, considerate doctor
was really a criminal
who had already killed his first wife on vacation?
A lowly doctor with no ambition,
apparently, at least.
For he too worked on heart transplants in secret.
And he found the answer to these illegality problems in South Africa,
the only country where brain death is recognized.
But he needed money, lots of money.
With Dany and Raymond Rafil dead,
he'd have moved there to open a proper hospital, thanks to you,
his new wife, and carry out the first official heart transplant.
His talent would be universally recognized.
His fame would cross borders.
Except that it didn't all quite go as planned.
First, he happened upon Albert Major,
who was going to reveal that he'd killed his first wife.
The poor man didn't suspect he'd been admitted to Courelle's hospital!
But unfortunately for Courelle, Victoria saw him.
She tried to blackmail him, he eliminated her.
And finally he messed up Dany's second fake suicide
by mistaking Lucette for her in the shadows.
The target wasn't Lucette but Dany,
and appearing as suicide, so that Paul Courelle
could then marry you, Esther.
I can't believe it. It's not possible.
You're talking rubbish!
And in the final act, Rafil died, but much too soon.
Paul is not yet a widower and everyone
will find out what only he knew: you have become immensely rich.
I'm sorry to tell you but Paul Courelle never loved you.
He manipulated you as he has manipulated everyone.
It's a fine gift that your boss left you
but, alas, a poisoned chalice.
Here. It's a little strong
but I think it's needed! Here
Are you leaving today?
How do you feel?
Like someone who's been lied to from the start.
Someone who thought she was mad, when it was her husband all along.
Though I know it happened, I still don't believe it.
He was so kind.
He drugged you for months, gradually poisoning you.
Not that kind!
I know. I also know he nearly killed you.
We have something in common.
Though it's hardly glorious!
It's amazing what you believe when you love someone.
Why do you want to see me?
I'm not keen on: the great professor has something to tell you!
It all reminds me of school and they weren't great memories!
I have some good news and some bad news.
OK!
We made a regrettable mistake, and believe me this never happens!
What doesn't?
That's the good news.
In a way I saved your life twice.
For I can now certify that you will have a long life.
Of course I'll live...
I mean... why shouldn't I live?
Only ten minutes ago, you were terminally ill.
- Pardon? - Everyone thought so.
Wrongly. It was a mistake, a file-swapping error.
But everything's fine and you can even leave today.
You seem surprised.
Didn't you know? Didn't Inspector Laurence tell you?
I have no more strength.
But you have to finish your piece.
It's the article of your life.
A case you solved virtually alone!
Yes, well...
Totally alone, that's right. Apart from a few details.
You must pull yourself together.
In life, we must never lower our guard.
Never. Though it's a rather stupid expression
as we obviously have to lower it now and again to drive or to eat!
- It's just an expression. - Yes, but...
Avril...
Avril, you already pulled through once.
You can surely do it again.
With all you discovered, thanks to your great talent,
you can't just give up like that.
But I have no strength left.
No desire for anything.
And I think my sight is failing.
So for typing...
Dictate it to me!
In fact, I did think of something.
Because, from the start,
you've been really kind with me.
You're considerate, you...
As you keep asking what I'd like,
I thought about it
and I found it!
I wrote it down
because I was scared I'd forget, my memory is going too.
Thank you, Marlène.
They're only little things, nothing much.
A trip to America.
A new scooter.
Dinner at La Tour d'Argent?
A night at the Ritz!
- All that will cost us a fortune! - You're right.
But we can't refuse. A person's final wishes are scared.
- Yes, of course, but... - But nothing!
I shall sell my aunt's lovely brooch, my only asset of any value.
What can I do? I have no brooch and no aunt!
Your car. You can sell your lovely car!
Don't forget she only has us Inspector.
Indeed. But all the same...
Well, did you hear the good news?
You must be thrilled, and very relieved!
What good news?
The mistake with her file.
Swapping your friend's file for that of Mrs Dumont, who died last night.
That's how we realized.
Your friend is find. Nothing wrong.
We've even said she can leave!
What a lousy trick!
The swine!
Why are you angry, Inspector?
It's wonderful! Alice will live!
Not for very long!
Avril!
Avril!
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