MURDER PARTY TONIGHT
A murder will be committed on 21st April at 9 pm at Leticia Salvan's stud farm.
No individual invites will be sent.
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
Inspector, you have to do something right away.
- I was planning on having brunch. - What?
Brunch, a mix between breakfast and lunch.
One round or two?
Someone's about to die... murdered.
- Who? - I don't know.
- How? - I don't know.
I suppose you don't know why either?
I suggest we wait for something more tangible,
such as a body or...
There.
"Murder party tonight.
"A murder will be committed on 21st April at 9 pm.
"at Leticia Salvan's stud farm.
"No individual invites will be sent."
It's in the paper so it's true. A murder will be committed tonight.
It's a Murder Party, Marlène.
There's a murder but it's a game at a party.
It's fashionable amongst aristocracy.
Alice... I bet she knows something.
Shall we go?
Don't count me in.
I refuse to go galloping around on a Sunday
looking for Avril over a hoax.
If she isn't at home, she must be here slaving away,
the poor girl.
NEWSROOM
Yep.
What?
Wakey-wakey, Avril. Up you get.
No noise, no noise.
Alice! Get up!
What...
What are you doing here?
What am I doing here? What...
Oh, my head.
We had a party.
- Really? - For me.
For my promotion.
No more agony aunt. Now I only cover the headlines.
I'm so happy for you.
It's the best thing I've heard all day.
I'll leave you with the Queen of Crime.
Things couldn't be better.
There.
What can we do?
Alice?
Lettie...
It's atrocious.
Did you post this?
Of course not.
Think before you speak.
Oh my Lord, who's going to be killed?
I knew it was a bad idea but you never listen to me.
Stop it! Stop it.
It's twisted game, that's all.
I'm scared.
I'm scared for you.
Listen, just carry on as usual. It's a day just like any other.
Can you do that for me?
Yes. I'll do everything you want.
I'm so happy to be here.
You're so kind to have me stay here.
Anyone would do the same for a childhood friend.
Let me do it.
Aren't you beautiful.
My dear Flash, you're finally here.
Come.
Oh, Flash.
You're mine. You're mine.
You're beautiful.
Come. Slowly.
There, there.
Let me see you.
Oh, you're marvellous, my beauty.
I sense your fear.
I'm afraid too sometimes.
No-one will spoil my pleasure again.
Go on.
Go, Flash, go.
Go on, Flash.
Good boy.
Slowly, slowly.
What are you doing?
Are you playing cowboys?
Aunty doesn't look too pleased.
- Did you do it? - No.
It this twisted joke your doing?
It wasn't me, I swear.
For once, we could have had fun.
Murder parties are great.
What? It's true.
Everyone has them in Paris.
The lights go out, there's a victim, a murderer...
You're ridiculous.
Flash is jumpy. He can smell the mares.
Wonderful. What an exciting life,
dung and nags.
I heard you have to guide the studs in.
Is it true?
I heard it was huge.
I need to change.
You're both imbeciles.
It's funny.
We know nothing will happen but we can't resist waiting.
- I wasn't expecting you. - I know.
I told her but she rummages through all the classifieds.
She has a bee in her bonnet.
Sorry, I apologise but I couldn't resist.
It's so exciting. Have we missed the murder?
Would anyone like to smoke?
Can I get you a drink?
Aunty Lettie, you secretive little thing.
Hands up!
Quick!
Give me your jewellery.
I said give me your jewellery.
Come on. Give it to me now,
Faster.
I said hands up.
I don't find this funny at all.
Nor do I.
He's dead.
Are you hurt? You're bleeding.
So this man tried to rob you,
suddenly changed his mind and started firing blindly?
It happened very fast. It was dark, Inspector. I don't know.
Then he killed himself?
His torch fell to the ground.
Maybe he tripped on his cape and hurt himself by accident.
Unpardonable clumsiness.
And he reveals this in the paper like a sick joke.
He was insane, I see no other reason.
Good. I expect nothing of you.
Do you know him?
Yes, I think so.
I'm almost sure.
It looks like the waiter from the Sanglier inn.
Do you recognise him, Lettie?
Yes, it may be him.
He came over to talk to us.
He was a waiter at the Edelweiss hotel in Switzerland
when I was on holiday with my sister 2 years ago.
But one rarely remembers waiters.
That's a rather generous tip.
Kurt Wengen.
He's Swiss.
He didn't missed you by much, Mrs Salvan.
Was he aiming at you?
I don't see why.
He fired randomly.
My sister died in Switzerland.
She had a heart attack.
I was devastated.
When Wengen spoke to me at the inn, I didn't recognise him.
He asked for money.
Yes, that he'd return...
supposedly, but I didn't give in.
And he wanted revenge.
- He came here to kill you. - Don't be ridiculous.
It was in the paper, and you didn't believe it.
Do you have any valuables at home, any jewels or cash?
No, not really.
The stud farm costs more than it makes.
A stud farm?
With horses?
How frightful.
I'm afraid of horses.
They can't be trusted.
In Gone With The Wind
the little girl gets on a horse, falls off and dies.
Even if it was just a tiny horse.
It's such a sad story.
I'm afraid of cows too.
But no-one rides cows.
Let's get back to more important matters.
You don't mind do you, Marlène?
- No, no. - Thank you.
So someone plots this incredibly ludicrous drama
some sort of jester,
just to steal a few broaches and some coins.
He could easily have done that when no-one was there.
No, there's no logic to it. I'm not falling for it.
So what?
He can't harm anyone now.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye, Inspector.
Goodbye.
Here.
Thank you.
Poor woman. Nature is cruel.
- Excuse me? - Life is hard on some people.
Not only is she ugly, she also has... that wart on her face.
It's a real turn-off.
Women are all about their looks.
No beauty, no salute.
They should've killed her at birth.
No... that's not what I meant, you misunderstood me.
Inner beauty is essential
even if, despite that, physical appearance
can have an influence on people's judgment,
But... there's someone for everyone.
For your information, it isn't a wart, it's a melanoma.
She has about 6 months left, maybe less.
But indeed, we can laugh about everyone.
I didn't introduce myself. Inspector Laurence.
I should've guessed. It's best we talk about work.
FORENSIC PATHOLOGIST E. MAILLOL
Don't get me wrong Dr Maillol,
I'm not as competent as you but...
isn't this an awkward position for an autopsy?
I already did it.
Last night.
I don't sleep much
and I like the darkness and silence, like them.
Pretty and efficient.
Even so...
I don't want to interfere,
but it's a rather uncommon position.
It's an Inca ritual.
An Inca ritual?
They put the body in a foetal position to close the cycle of life.
It helps the passage into the afterlife.
I'm not so sure.
He's stiff and folded over.
How will they get him in the coffin?
ALICE AVRIL REPORTER
Alice Avril, reporter. May I help you?
Your new career begins now. A burglary went wrong.
That's the address.
- Have I ever told you you're charming? - Yes, all the time.
People are jealous of you.
- Don't disappoint me. - I'm on it.
Salvan stud farm, Salvan stud farm...
That's Marlène's ad, shit.
Alice, can I have a word about Kurt.
No, I'm on a mission. Can't you see?
And I'm not an agony aunt. Bye, Josy.
Have you nothing else to do?
No, nothing.
- Stop staring at me. - I'm looking for inspiration.
And you inspire me.
Last night was crazy, wasn't it?
Yes.
What would you say if I wrote such a thing?
That it's horrible, but that wouldn't stop you.
I'd say...
that it was really poor,
too artificial,
not credible.
I wonder why.
Come on, Flash.
You're not much help.
- You saw nothing? - No.
Antoinette.
The press has honoured us with a visit from this journalist.
Alice, it's a pleasure.
My brother loves pretty girls
but my aunt doesn't want you here. We've nothing to say.
I thought I'd take a few pictures.
Just a minute.
I'm friends with Inspector Laurence.
And he's...
he's a tenacious one.
Yep.
He's not one to give up easily.
Then again, if there's nothing to find...
there's nothing to find.
All OK, Inspector?
Yes. Why?
I don't know.
It's odd. You're smiling.
It seems as if...
you weren't reading a report.
What else could it be?
It's paperwork, a death, an autopsy...
just routine stuff.
I forgot something from my report.
We work together,
can call me Swan. Please sit.
Kurt Wengen's left hand is stronger than his right.
- He was left-handed? - Yes.
If he held the gun in his left hand,
unless he bent it,
He couldn't shoot himself in his left side.
I'd forgotten how nice it was to work with someone competent.
So Wengen was murdered.
We panicked.
Someone stepped on my foot.
Right on my corn. It killed.
Someone was walking towards the door?
Yes, yes, possibly.
But Bouboule. no-one could see.
Don't invent things for a mention in the paper.
She's Cartesian, she has no imagination.
Had I listened to her, we wouldn't have seen it.
It was incredible.
Have you known Mrs Salvan for a long time?
Yes, we moved in at the same time, about 2 years ago.
That's irrelevant.
We're chatting, that's all.
You really are a pain.
Some people around here are so judgmental.
but Leticia has a heart of gold, she isn't judgmental.
And you became friends.
Is the duck tamed?
Oh, no.
I'm calming it down.
I just fancy honey-roasted duck tonight.
- She isn't going to...? - Yes, she is.
Resisting is pointless, Donald.
Everything comes to an end.
My aunt isn't here. I'll tell her you came by.
I want to see the crime scene again.
It's through the other door.
That's one has been blocked for years.
It's a mark left by that table. It was moved.
Why move it?
You're a real cop, I love it.
Why did the killer move the table? Clue number 1.
Fascinating, Inspector.
- It doesn't answer my question. - Who knows?
It was probably Philippine's idea. She loves interfering.
When did she do it?
Maybe 2 or 3 days ago. Why?
How odd. I was sure it would creak like the others.
It was greased.
Why, if it's never used?
Stop splitting hairs, Laurence.
A petty thief steals,
Wengen, a foreigner, ends up shooting himself by mistake.
He dies, the innocent live,
the police close the case and everyone is happy.
- Not me. - Yes, but you're never happy.
Yes, he is.
He's very happy when he reads reports.
Yes, the smallest things can make some people happy.
For me, it can be a bird song or a flower...
a young lady's smile.
Well, I say, Chief Inspector.
Or a report, yes, a report.
Tell me, I noticed we had a new forensic pathologist.
Yes, Dr Maillol. She was recommended by the prefect.
Sorry, I had no choice... it being a woman,
and half American too.
It isn't a problem.
- Really? - No, I'm very open.
Tell me. Is she married? Divorced? A widow?
I don't know.
What's her first name?
E. Maillol?
Is it important?
No, not at all.
Well, I'd better...
Inspector.
You didn't read my report.
I'd rather read it in a more comprehensible language,
without the mistakes.
You should apply yourself more.
Are you saying I'm...
incompetent, Inspector?
Yes, if you say so.
Marlène, is Laurence still here?
Yes, but it isn't the best time. I think he's in a bad mood.
Any info for me?
Come on...
- Every reporters has an inside source. - You call yourself a reporter?
Don't choke on your modesty, Avril.
But you need a good nose,
and even with your head in a bin you'd smell nothing.
Dishonest, as usual.
A murder is announced in your paper and you stay sat there
dreaming of a Pulitzer Prize.
- That isn't fair,... - Thank you, Marlène.
I don't need your opinion.
Excuse me.
The man waiting for the doctor was very handsome
and very young.
- He's furious and good for him. - Why?
Tell me.
Inspector Laurence's office.
He isn't here now. Let me take your details.
Josette. Yes.
Bianconi.
Is that Josette? Give it here.
Josy?
It's Alice. What's up?
It's Kurt.
He was my friend.
He... he didn't want to hurt anyone. I should tell the police.
He wasn't a nasty person.
No, no, of course not.
But the Inspector is nasty he'll see you as an accomplice.
- But I haven't done anything. - I know.
But you know cops.
Did Kurt give you the ad to publish?
Yes.
He was happy. He said it was a joke.
He said he'd buy me a dress with the money.
- Did he say he'd pay for it? - Yes.
What's strange is...
I have to hang up.
What shall I tell the Inspector?
Nothing at all.
He'll read it on the front page, tomorrow.
Josy?
Josette?
You knew.
You double-crossed me.
No, I...
I just wanted to...
I didn't expect...
She was dead when I arrived. I couldn't have known.
Keep crying, you'll piss less.
I've stopped the presses. Alice, I want a story in an hour.
You've got the headlines.
Congratulation, a career worthy of your ambitions, Avril.
And the body is still warm.
But... I... can't...
- I can't. - Really?
I can give you a hand just this once.
21-year-old girl brutally murdered, head smashed in.
The police would have protected her
and we could have stopped the killer but...
Josette didn't bear witness.
Josette is dead.
Sun.
You wanna dance?
You're always messing around.
And you're always sulking.
The cop came back.
There's a corps, it's his job.
You said there wouldn't be any problems.
There won't be.
Leticia.
- I want to ride him. - It's too soon.
And you know too well.
It's for you.
My Jean's writing is improving.
Do you miss him?
Yes, lots.
- Boarding school is tough. - It's for his good.
He's fortunate to study.
I know.
It's thanks to you.
You deserve to be helped.
By the way, I've written my new will... in your favour.
That's too much.
I can't accept it. I'm nobody for you.
Take what's given to you.
This man has such class.
- Inspector. - Mrs Salvan.
My horse needs exercise but I can postpone.
Certainly not. Will you allow me to join you?
Of course.
Wengen was playing a part.
He was paid by the person who let him in.
He didn't know his death was planned.
That's absurd.
Completely absurd.
You're the target, Mrs Salvan.
Had you been killed, Wengen would have been accused.
If I don't stop the killer, someone else will die.
Help me find a motive. Hatred, revenge, money... think.
I know you have something in mind.
I lied to you.
I didn't tell you the whole truth.
My passion for horses is expensive.
I like to live a simple life but...
I'm very rich.
Extremely rich.
- You keep your papers there? - It's a bit messy.
Here it is.
It's there for anyone to read.
I see.
It's a lot of money. I was chocked too.
Sontag, the millionaire?
I was his assistant for years.
And you inherited his fortune? Isn't it a lot for an assistant?
We were lovers.
He's the only man I ever loved.
My sister died,
not long after Denis.
I lost the two people I cared for the same year
so all this money...
- Was he married? - No.
Shame, no wife wishing you were dead.
Or was there?
It's probably nothing, but he had another woman for years.
You were tolerant.
It was before me. Men can be rather cowardly.
She was a hysteric.
She was suicidal and she blackmailed him.
Once, in New York, he was in a rage.
He told me it was over with her.
- What do you know of her? - She was 5 or 6 years younger.
Her name was Sonia.
That's not much help.
She has probably forgotten and got on with her life.
I'm not so sure.
Men may be cowardly but women are resentful.
Where were you Thursday morning?
All the days seem the same here. Is it important?
An alibi may save you from an unpleasant experience.
Wengen was here on Thursday.
He came by bus.
The driver identified him.
I was writing.
When I write, I see and hear nothing.
I don't think I did anything.
No-one's accusing you.
You probably went for a walk as usual.
I had a test
on constitutional law, I took the bus to Lille.
- I should've stayed in bed. - You're wrong.
I finished at 11 am.
- I saw you leave. - Really?
It's easy to accuse people when you're ashamed.
- Antoinette. - Shut it.
I can't stand this goody two-shoes.
Ask her what she was doing behind the stables with Wengen.
What are you doing here?
Aren't you glad to see me?
- I thought you'd introduce me. - What do you want?
His back was turned but I'm sure it was him.
I didn't see anyone.
She hates me and always has. She has no proof.
Stop it. He was here Thursday
but just to see look around.
Leave us alone. What is it you want?
A robbery went wrong. No-one's going to miss him.
He thinks one of you is trying to kill me.
Do you stand by your statements?
OK, I had a lie-in. I failed law.
- I didn't see Wengen. - Stop it.
I saw you give him money.
Liar.
Don't you get it?
Josette is dead because of me
because I wanted the headlines,
because I wanted to teach Laurence a lesson,
because I wanted to be the best,
just this once.
And as usual, I messed up.
I'm stupid.
We all feel stupid one day or another.
I know what the Inspector thinks.
He thinks I'm the worst secretary ever.
Well... you can learn.
You can learn.
I know someone who can help you, a primary school teacher.
Really?
You're so kind.
She was face-down.
There was blood everywhere.
I keep seeing her.
You couldn't do anything.
Yes, I could.
I could have told her to speak to Laurence
and tell him everything...
everything she knew.
I'm finished as a journalist.
Shit, Marlène! What are you up to? You aren't my cleaner.
You can't think straight in this mess and I'm here to help you.
Listen...
I don't want to talk.
I don't want to think.
It's best you leave.
It's about Denis Sontag's will.
Listen, Miss,
I don't care if it's confidential, it's a murder inquiry.
As soon as he's back, thank you.
Where were you, Marlène?
Did you miss me?
Did you need my expertise?
No more than usual.
- What? - Nothing.
It's Alice, she really isn't well.
Is Dr Maillol's report here?
And I'm worried.
Worry out of office hours. and transfer my calls to the mortuary.
Yes, Inspector, work comes first.
I haven't quite finished.
No late-night work this time?
I have more enjoyable things to do at night.
Of course.
Anyway, there's nothing surprising.
Skull smashed in. She died instantly.
You just have to arrest him.
Anything else, Inspector?
No.
I can maybe help you close the circle of life.
You intrigue me.
I'd like to know more.
Really? Such as?
Well... your first name to start with.
And what else?
I don't know.
Why would such a pretty woman be a forensic pathologist?
Why not just a woman, pretty or not?
Patients aren't cueing up to have a female doctor.
And I nearly killed my first patient.
At least I won't finish them off here.
I like your humour.
And your laugh.
You're chatting me up, Inspector.
Absolutely not, doctor.
Good, you aren't my type.
I'm of a particular type?
No, you're very common.
A seducer, a sexist macho
who thinks having a penis makes him superior.
You have no chance.
It didn't even cross my mind.
I prefer gentle, delicate women who are feminine and welcoming,
certainly not dominant, bossy and bitter women
who frequent pathetic young men.
Please leave your report on my desk.
What's your problem?
Do you like being humiliated?
This is a police station, not a brothel. Take your business elsewhere.
Avril, it's Laurence, open up.
- If Marlène sent you, it's... - Nobody sent me, OK?
And no-one tells me what do to, especially not a woman.
OK, if you say so.
What is it you want?
Be equal to men? Have the same rights?
Not be submissive or taken advantage of?
What codswallop!
It's true we're taken advantage of.
Look at you. You look like a wet rag.
You can't take a punch.
The slightest setback and you buckle.
You have to earn a pair of balls.
No point in rubbing it in, I've hit rock bottom.
Pull yourself together instead of whining.
Put your trousers on and do your man's job.
Here.
Number 1 Someone's trying to kill Mrs Salvan.
Next line: Why?
a) For the money b) Hatred
Come on, get writing. It'll stop you writing nonsense.
You're such a darling.
Are you worried about me?
That's so kind of you.
Without you...
I'd have given up.
But you're here... for me.
I'm deeply touched.
I want to hug you, Laurence.
Thank you.
- Avril... - Yes.
I... we met at the police station.
Yes, of course.
Who could forget you?
Come in, Miss.
A friend told me you were a schoolmistress.
Yes.
Your punishment is over, Basil. Go play.
Maybe you can help me.
I told the Inspector everything.
I want to be...
competent.
Excuse me?
- It isn't a good time. - What have I done now?
Nothing, apart from being Antoinette's brother.
She's just jealous.
Poor darling.
She tried to get me arrested.
I don't believe her.
I don't care.
The Inspector suspects me and it's that bitch's word against mine.
Do you understand?
I know you've nothing to hide.
I know you're innocent.
Philippine...
Listen...
Don't say it.
Don't say you love me.
You don't know anything.
My son is the only one who counts, no-one else.
- Listen... - No-one.
Especially not you.
So, did you get turned down?
Leave me be.
Stop it. Don't play games. I know you too well.
- Leave me alone. - OK.
Just one thing.
Have you ever snooped around and seen Lettie's will?
The one where she gives everything to Philippine?
Of course you know.
You know.
How far are you willing to go?
All that money.
How far, little brother?
And you?
Was there nothing peculiar with Mr Sontag's will?
When a lot of money is involved everyone comes running.
What?
Yes, that changes everything.
Emma what? What's her surname?
Call me if you remember. Thank you, sir.
What an idiot of a solicitor.
Collateral damage.
He's the key.
Leticia.
She was Sontag's mistress.
But there was another woman, Sonia.
Not pretty at all.
And she was intent on keeping him...
him and the cash.
Now there's Emma.
Emma?
The illegitimate daughter.
A name starting with an E.
Emma?
Emma Maillol?
No, no, not Emma.
It doesn't suit her nasty character.
Any ideas, Marlène, of names starting with an E?
Ector.
What? Ector is a nice name
for a woman who acts like a man, no?
I'll make a list
of all the names starting with E for your inquiry.
A good secretary must know her boss's urgent priorities.
A good secretary also needs to know how to spell.
Hector starts with H.
Emma is Denis Sontag's daughter. That changes everything,
doesn't it?
It's an important clue.
By the way,
I followed your advice.
You were right again.
Avril is feeling much better. She's back on her feet.
Try to open your eyes.
No, no, no. I'm... afraid of heights.
He's moving.
He's moving.
Sit back slowly.
There.
Hold onto the saddle.
There. Give another kick or he'll stop.
You work here?
Yes.
Easy now.
Go on. Go.
Does Mrs Salvan have children?
No, why?
She must be very wealthy.
Her stallion must cost a lot. I wonder who'd benefit from her death.
Why are you here exactly?
- Well... - Look who it is.
The journalist.
Leticia.
Good boy, good boy.
See? When there's a will...
Where did they go?
Is she...?
No, she's breathing.
Mrs Salvan?
Can you hear me?
I told her not to go.
Let me help you.
- You scared us. Are you OK? - Yes, it was just a little fall.
It was so thrilling.
It was magical.
We were galloping, fast... fast.
I closed my eyes.
It was heaven.
Tell me...
I don't know much but...
isn't this meant to be intact?
It snapped.
Not by itself.
There are knife marks.
It's clean-cut.
Laurence will love this.
Denis had a daughter?
That's impossible.
After the suicide, Sonia tried another tactic,
by getting pregnant
But Sontag disowned the child.
She didn't know him well then.
And nothing proves the child was his.
That's what the solicitor said
when she turned up with her mother claiming the inheritance.
They made a scene, but there was no proof...
Estoppel.
- She must've hated me. - Yes.
And someone has tried to kill you again.
Emma must be about 20 now, and her mother 45.
Before the war, everyone knew each other,
now people don't even know their neighbours.
Hello, we live next door.
I'm Greenblat.
This is Henriette but everyone calls her Bouboule.
Miladies.
It's planting season.
Thank you.
Greenblat has the best roses around.
I'm more pragmatic, carrots, eggs and chicken.
Very kind. You needn't have.
You'll see,
it's very quiet around here.
Not like your adventurous life with Mr Sontag.
Would you like some tea?
So they knew who you were.
What about the others?
Horses were my sisters passion.
She had a complex about a malformation
She never left the house.
I'm lonely too.
I'm a widow with a small boy.
I know you rent rooms. I can look after the horses in exchange
and give lessons.
Money doesn't matter.
But I won't have my horses neglected.
And soon after you make her your heiress.
It's my money, I can do as I please.
I know you're doing your job. You're looking for proof
but I listen to my heart.
Anyway, it can't be Philippine.
Well, that leaves the nephews.
It's a pleasure to finally hear from her.
Besides a Christmas card I've lost touch with your mother.
And now you're grown up.
We don't want to bother you.
- It's a bit house. You can stay. - Thank you.
Thank you. I couldn't stand the Pampas anymore.
Nothing but cows.
I can't believe I'm here...
in France.
I'll be able to write here.
Writing isn't a profession, Marcel.
They aren't my nephews but the children of a distant cousin.
But they're the only family I have.
They were 6 when they went to Argentina.
Their father was Jewish.
So you had no chance of recognising them.
Antoinette is Emma's age.
- And so is Philippine. - Now that's enough.
They look nothing like Denis.
Stop getting me to suspect those I love.
Leave me alone.
A man is dead...
and so is a young lady.
- You seem to forget, but I don't. - You're right.
I apologise.
After your fling with Sontag,
- did he write to you? - Yes.
- Who knew? - No-one.
Wait, my sister. I'd tell her everything in my letters.
I want her letters.
A cop never judges.
He looks for clues.
The imperfect tense in a...
subordinate clause...
expresses simultaneity.
In a sentence with a subordinate clause,
the pluperfect is used
in the subordinate clause to express...
anteriority.
- Is that the Bled grammar book? - Yes.
It's a book with all the rules.
- Yes, I know, Marlène. - With all the rules.
I'll never succeed.
Probably not.
Just so you know, you're an imperfect subordinate,
but...
more than perfect.
- You're confusing me. - Don't change, Marlène.
Stay the way you are.
Someone tried to kill her again I tell you.
Leticia fell, that's all.
I know what I'm saying
And stop playing with those stamps.
It seems like nothing affects you.
It's so annoying.
- Lights out? - Yes.
All this won't end well.
First, that guy...
Then the young lady with her head smashed in.
Please, it's as if you enjoy it.
No, I don't,
it's just exciting.
Everyone has their secrets.
Even us.
Don't stir it up.
What are we looking for?
Sontag was madly in love with Leticia.
Her sister was jealous.
How does that help us?
Why do you think she was jealous?
Well, I don't know... maybe because I'm a woman.
As usual you don't understand.
When your life is shit, you hate everyone.
Leticia has a dream life.
Her sister lived alone with her horses, cloistered away and disabled.
She keeps saying how ugly she is. What was wrong?
I don't know, some kind of deformity.
She fantasised about her sister's life.
What a great sob story for an article.
But my job now involves crime.
Good night, Laurence.
You seem better.
The blues have passed?
Yes.
Don't feel obliged to thank me.
No, I won't.
No.
You're the only woman who only sees flaws in me.
Maybe others are as blind as bats.
Tell me...
I'd like to...
to improve... yes.
I'd like to... put a good word in for me
for a w.... person...
who I like.
- I don't understand. - I'm not asking you to.
You're tense, unbearable,
a feminist... she'd like you for sure.
You'll know what to say.
I'm at a dead-end. I don't know what to do.
I need an outside influence.
It's a nightmare...
because you're the only person at hand.
You need me?
Yes.
And the more I think about it,
the more I think it's a mistake.
Hello. Alice Avril, I'm a reporter.
Well, come in.
It's just that...
I'm not comfortable...
around corpses and all that.
There aren't any today.
What are you writing?
I'm inquiring.
I'm working with the Inspector.
- No kidding. - No.
I owe him a lot.
I owe him everything.
Without him I'd still be an agony aunt.
Yes, we cracked a big case together.
And he gave me all the credit.
He stayed in the shadows.
He's a great man.
And he's discreet... with that.
Modest even.
Nearly too modest.
- Well, it's nothing new to you. - Yes, it is.
I was wrong about him.
Intriguing, I saw him as a macho.
but completely biased as regards women.
Macho? No, not at all.
Your job is dead people.
One can't' be good at everything.
Of course, he doesn't let on,
And he even comes off a bit arrogant.
But really he's shy.
Swan is...
Swan is...
He's maybe the only man
who thinks a woman's head isn't only good for wearing hats.
Did it go well? You didn't overdo it?
- No. - Because I know you.
You aren't exactly tactful.
You aren't even grateful.
Put yourself in my shoes. You're quite clumsy.
I can go back right now,
and really dish the dirt on you, just for you.
No, Avril, stop, stop...
I apologise.
Thank you. There, happy?
I don't get it.
Why not show her who you really are?
Obnoxious, nasty, smug...
Thank you.
No...
Yes, you are. Are you in love?
It's so cute.
Avril, forget about me.
But not her?
Are you heartbroken?
Come on.
Can I laugh too?
Oh, yes, you're going to love...
Inspector.
I was very unpleasant last time.
I'm often on the defensive
with such charming men.
I went too far too. Let's put it behind us.
What would you say to being friends and colleagues?
- No ambiguity? - Not at all.
It's actually relieving to not have to seduce a woman.
Philippine Leroy's birth certificate.
Thank you, Marlène.
The Chief Inspector wants to see you in his office, it's urgent.
You don't like me much.
On the contrary.
I see you've fallen into his clutches and I feel sorry for you.
Not at all.
You don't know him.
He torments me every day. I don't know what to do.
You have to resist, and put up a fight.
I'm just a secretary.
I need the money for my mother.
And he never backs down.
You, for example...
Yes.
Nothing.
What about me?
Alice, the young journalist,
she's fallen prey to him too.
He forced her to go to see you and tell you fibs.
Tricard isn't in his office.
Really? How strange.
What about a drink together?
What about you stop taking me for an idiot, Swan?
I've never had any luck but I thought I'd had my spell of back luck.
You have to be rich like Lottie to age well.
I wrote and told her I didn't know who to turn to.
- So you came to live here. - Yes, thanks to her kindness.
And I'm sure I'm in her will.
I like nice things.
Not for their value.
No, of course not. It's for the sentimental value.
Poor, Lottie.
She deserves to be happy.
She has suffered so much.
I don't know the whole story but she seems to have a nice life.
You don't know anything.
- I don't need to read it. - Really?
It actually quite interesting.
For example,
there's no death certificate for your husband, Albert Leroy.
Any ideas why?
I'll help you. You aren't a widow.
A relief, is it?
Aren't you pleased?
I admit he isn't the ideal husband.
5 years for armed robbery is nothing to brag about.
You have no idea. I married a criminal.
I prefer my son think him dead.
Leroy was released a month ago.
Is that who Antoinette saw you with?
He needed money. I gave him what I had.
- My past keeps haunting me. - Be optimistic, Miss.
You'll soon be very rich.
As soon as Mrs Salvan is out of the way.
I'm not a widow. My son's father is an ex-convict.
I wretched thief.
And you know what?
I was madly in love with him.
I don't care who you tell.
She's showing her true colours.
And it's very interesting.
Right.
For now, we'll assess your knowledge.
Basil, you'll need your exercise book.
Dictation.
The evening, comma,
in the big field
comma,
the children
the children
Marlène?
I... I'm
She's studying for an exam.
She's ambitious.
Basil... outside.
- Is something wrong? - No.
Just a routine visit. I'm curious.
- Were you married, Miss Greenblat? - No.
I've always been gay.
And Miss Parisot?
Men ruined Bouboule's life.
I see, no man can make a woman truly happy.
It's becoming a fashion.
He beat her, I assume.
It's a sore issue. I don't ask questions.
- Do you know if she had children? - No, her past it taboo.
We decided to start from scratch.
- Shall I walk you back, Marlène. - Yes.
See you soon, Miss Greenblat.
Is she really... Are they both really...?
What do you think, Marlène?
"The great Inspector Laurence refuses to give up on the case", blah, blah...
Have you called me here just to read your prose?
I'm professional,
- I want your approval. - My approval?
Approval of what? You're just blowing hot air.
But... that took me ages.
I have nothing, Avril, nothing but suspicions.
But...
Have you finished? I'm waiting.
Well... we're at a dead-end.
What a shame.
I'll put Raoul on it. He's an old hand.
Are you kidding? I've worked my ass off;
I listened to my heart. Was it a mistake?
It isn't a job for a girl.
You seduced me.
Red-heads are irresistible, aren't they, Inspector?
- You can make up for it. - For...?
Come over to mine. I'll teach you the basics...
All night if necessary.
Can you remove your hand?
She isn't an object for your pleasure.
It's a disgrace, a disgrace.
There should be laws against men like you.
A pretty doesn't mean there's no brain.
She has her place here as much as any man.
Get out of my sight.
Did you mean it?
Of course not.
Women only spell trouble.
They're good for nothing but housewives.
It was a good first try though.
I find myself very credible as a defender of women's rights.
Dr Maillol will be impressed.
Is anyone there?
What are you doing up?
- It's 1 am. - I couldn't sleep.
I took the dog out.
Greenblat, what are you hiding?
Nothing, I didn't want to wake you. Sorry.
So is your new student pretty?
No, she's ugly.
That's mine.
I looked for you everywhere.
But you knew where to find me.
You're exaggerating.
What will people think if they saw you sleeping with a horse?
I don't care.
I'm safer with him than inside.
Are we always going to be afraid?
No... especially not today.
Good.
I'm tired and have a blinding headache.
There's some aspirin on my bedside table.
Go get some rest.
Here, happy birthday.
You didn't forget. Thank you.
Thank you.
And the day is just starting.
- What are you doing? - Isn't it obvious?
You weren't going to say bye to your brother?
I don't want to be around when she gets killed.
You sound like a guilty person.
- I haven't killed anyone. - Nor have I.
We have no choice, darling.
We have to keep a low profile together.
Lettie has invited the ladies over. It'll be like the other night.
I don't like the sound of it, Marcel. We should... I don't know.
Stop sulking.
I hate birthdays.
One step closer to the grave is nothing to celebrate.
I'm a bit behind. Come in.
Mrs Salvan?
You carry on, Leticia, I'll go.
Hello.
- Thank you. - Have a nice day.
Here's the cake.
You made a Delicious Death cake? I've always wanted one.
You're not funny.
It's just that it's so good, you can die from the pleasure.
Where's the party girl?
She's resting.
Antoinette, could you fetch her?
Come on, old girl.
Time to get up.
Everyone's waiting for you.
Hello, Doctor.
What a pleasure to see you.
It isn't my doing.
Very funny.
You're cross with me. Why?
- Isn't it the lady with the melanoma? - It is, yes.
She kept everything,
as if every object were a treasure.
She probably pinched a few things too.
An invitation for Leticia...
A silver spoon, a comb.
A blond hair... also stolen,
which no-one would miss.
She tried to be someone all her life just to be no-one for anyone.
It's naive, poorly executed.
Look, the horse is like a giraffe.
No sense of proportion.
There's no perspective, no relief.
It's so bad it's almost touching.
Such loneliness.
Any observations, Doctor?
Yes, the cancer didn't get her.
Her heart stopped suddenly.
At least she didn't suffer. That's the main thing.
What did Marlène tell you?
I'm a cop. I can put 2 and 2 together.
What did she say?
You're everything I hate.
Yes, I know, I'm everything you hate.
- You'd do anything to seduce a woman. - False.
I'd do anything to seduce you.
I want an autopsy.
She was terminally ill. It's a waste of money,
to get what you want.
You underestimate me, Doctor. People keep dying here.
Do your job. It's urgent.
I hope you don't have plans.
No, not tonight.
Perfect. It'll be a girl's night then.
- Was it a heart attack? - It's a 3rd death.
Sorry if I'm suspicious.
Everyone knew she was terminally ill.
So it was almost a favour, wasn't it?
What are you implying?
People seem to be often in the same place.
Subconsciously.
You were like this when Wengen died.
No.
Not Bouboule.
- Really? - You were here.
Go on.
Behind the door, you weren't dazzled by his torch.
Did you see anything?
A movement, a shadow? Think.
I don't know.
I think he first shone it on Marcel.
No...
No, Antoinette, and Odette who had her eyes closed.
Leticia?
You have suffered so much.
Inspector, I'm overwhelmed I...
I can't remember. I didn't see anything.
That's very unfortunate.
I'm having trouble understanding you.
I know when I'm wrong.
I was wrong.
And you were right.
We'll drink it neat.
To the best cop I know.
Logically, an insult should follow.
- Suxamethonium chloride. - Or succinylcholine.
Bravo. I found traces in her blood and tissue.
It impedes breathing and causes diaphragm paralysis.
She died within minutes.
But how was it administered?
The tests will confirm it.
Leticia is indestructible. This was in her room.
Had she not given it to Odette, she would have taken it at some point.
A heart attack.
They'll kill her eventually, it's...
Yes, I know.
Laurence method, Laurence method.
Facts and thought.
- I was, I swear, Prom Queen. - No?
With a long dress and high-heels?
Yes, with a bouquet and a knight.
Who'd touch you up on the way home.
How did you know?
I've done the same thing.
Blushing and overcome with panic.
Yes, Avril?
How did you know?
It doesn't matter. I've been thinking.
Oh, so you think?
Go on, I'm in a good mood.
The more I think, the more I think it's Odette.
It has to be. I know she isn't Sonia's age.
She has nothing to gain by Leticia's death,
- I'll leave you to it. - but she'd kill for a silver spoon.
What have I done to deserve this, Avril?
Listen to me... stop being a fool.
No, Avril, you listen.
Odette was murdered today.
Good night, Avril.
What?
But if no-one tells me anything...
Didn't you noticed?
I have a surprise for you.
A gift.
You never notice anything.
- What is it? - Too late, you'll have to wait.
Oh my, oh my.
It's going to rain and I have laundry to dry.
Hands up.
I said hands up.
Give me your jewellery.
It can't be possible.
Think, old girl.
Of course...
Of course...
But why...?
Hello.
Henriette?
Henriette?
Well... she's used to it.
Will she be OK?
I don't know. We'll have to wait.
Her brain was deprived of oxygen.
She hardly had any brains.
So she should be fine.
I'll get her things for hospital.
Yes.
Well done, Avril.
Not really.
I was this close, this close.
My dear Lettie,
Antoinette and Marcel would love to visit you in France next year.
Love, Nadine
Inspector!
Inspector, wait!
"Antoinette and Marcel would love to visit you in France next year,
Love, Nadine."
Your nephews are still in Argentina.
Who are you?
I'm sorry,
but I can't pretend any longer.
My name's Eugène Perrier,
I'm a penniless writer.
I'm dating Antoinette.
She suggested I pretend to be her brother
I thought it would be fun, so I accepted.
And money was up for grabs
You're Emma, Sonia's daughter.
I'm Sontag's illegitimate child.
I wanted to meet the woman who ruined my life
and tried to steal my fortune.
He didn't want children. Your mother tricked him.
I'd love to see you dead.
And I'm not the only one
It wasn't me.
- I wanted to but it wasn't me. - I'll soon find out.
Soon Henriette will wake up and talk. The doctors said she'll live.
Thank you. Thank you.
She saw something that night.
She probably saw who tried to kill her.
No-one is to leave the house. Not even you, Miss Greenblat.
It may be a bit tense in here,
but you don't have to stay in the same room.
She helped all of them, and more than one of them want her dead.
It's wrong. Poor Lottie.
Lettie.
No, Odette called her Lottie.
Who cares?
I like the lady.
Even if it wasn't me who rode horses in memory of my sister.
What are you talking about, Avril? It's her only passion.
No, it was in the letters.
Her sister was mad about horses, but Lettie hated horses.
And it's now you tell me.
What?
What was her sister's name?
Charlotte.
You want that eyesore?
What was wrong with your sister?
What?
Shall I repeat my question?
Polio. She had a club-foot.
I rather thought it was a goitre, a huge, monstrous goitre.
So what?
A goitre is horrendous. People stare.
Leticia Salvan tried to get her sister to go out and live a little.
After Sontag's death, she took her to Switzerland.
That's where they met Wengen.
The Salvan sisters, yes.
Lettie...
and Lottie.
Please remove your foulard.
I don't want to resort to force.
You're Charlotte Salvan. Leticia died in Switzerland.
Don't have me exhume her body for an autopsy while you wait in a cell.
She didn't know how much I hated her.
She'd drag me to palaces and restaurants with all her money.
I had to put up with her kindness and her pity.
So you killed her.
She died abroad.
You swapped the names on the death certificates
and took her place.
With the heritance, you had a top surgeon operate on you.
Then Wengen turned up.
He hadn't forgotten the goitre.
He was going to ruin it all.
He was going to tell.
Hands up.
Give me your jewellery. Quick
I don't get it
Odette knew.
She knew both of you.
Odette was my friend.
But she was always chatting and getting our names mixed up.
I couldn't trust her anymore.
Odette. I'm so happy to see you.
Charlotte, Lettie wrote and told me you had died.
It's complicated.
And it's also a secret.
Do you remember? We had secrets.
What about Bouboule?
Why?
She remembered Mrs Salvan wasn't in the lounge.
Greenblat, stop.
Stop, stop.
But she was bleeding. Everyone saw her
That's easy, just cut your ear and it bleeds like crazy.
Get up.
You can't understand.
No-one can understand.
I'd have done anything to have Flash.
Lettie had millions and she scoffed at me.
She never understood either.
Let's go.
I know I'm a bad person.
And a liar but we all lied.
Sometimes, I tell the truth.
Maybe.
But you'll always have doubts.
Any regrets?
Yes.
Forget it, she won't inherit anything.
Even with that bitch out the way.
Mrs Salvan.
Mrs Salvan! Don't be stupid.
No!
Forgive me.
I'm sorry.
But why?
I'm not going to write it for you.
But I have to get it right, Laurence
Once again, great work, Inspector.
- Thank you. - Really. By the way,
Doctor Simon is coming back.
What?
Doctor Maillol is perfect.
She had to go to the US urgently.
That's magnificent!
I mean, everyone dreams of going there.
- Don't they, Alice? - Yes, it's amazing.
But, will she be back?
An emergency, I can understand but...
- It was to do with her husband - With...
- With who? - Her husband.
Yes, you know.
That thing at church, for better, for worse...
You asked me...
Maillol's first name is Euphrasie. You can't make that up.
It sounds medication.
Cough syrup!
Very funny.
That's it, laugh away.
I'd expect it from Avril, but you disappoint me, Marlène.
Go on, get out of here.
Get out of here.
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