Maigret (1992) s01e01 Episode Script
The Patience of Maigret
(SIREN WAILS) It was a morning like this when we first moved in here.
Do you remember? Of course I remember.
Was it really 11 years ago? No, it's 12.
Mm Far too nice for work.
Don't go.
You're a senior police officer.
Give yourself the day off.
We could take a trip to the country.
Where? Mer-sur-Loire.
I'm not taking a day off in order to go house-hunting in the countryside.
Why? Because I'm not ready to contemplate retirement.
Not for another12 years.
I shall be late for work.
However, you're quite right.
I am a senior police officer.
I'm entitled to a cup of coffee.
I'm entitled to be late for work.
Thank you, Madame.
Move it! Get the pendant! (ALARM RINGS) Come on! Come on, let's go! Quickly! (TYRES SCREECH) Good morning, Chief.
Lovely morning it is, too, Lucas.
You look ag I am, a bit.
There's been another jewel robbery.
Whereabouts?/f Just off the Boulevard Montparnasse, about half an hour ago.
Who's dealing with it? Lapointe.
Excellent! Good experience for him.
No need to be agitated.
Oh? Comeliau wants to see you.
He's phoned three times.
Is that all? In the past half hour.
Ah! That is a reason for agitation - for me, not you.
I'd better go and talk to him.
He probably just wants to discuss the delightful state of the weather (!) Monsieur Maigret.
Monsieur Comeliau.
Another jewel robbery, I'm told.
Inspector Lapointe is at the scene.
How many is it now? Too many.
73, I believe.
Over a period of seven years.
Correct.
It's a very long investigation, Chief Inspector.
I am famous for my patience, Monsieur.
The jewellers of Paris are not patient, Maigret.
Many of them are wealthy men with friends in high places.
Friends, perhaps, in the department of the Examining Magistrate.
(CLEARS THROAT) That is possible.
The investigation is proceeding.
Isn't it time we had a culprit? I know the culprit.
It's Manuel Palmari.
Oh.
Manuel Palmari! Who, from his apartment at the Place de l'Auvergne organises gangs of young hoodlums from the South and then disposes of the stolen property so that it disappears with as do the hoodlums from the South.
Precisely.
(TYPEWRITER PINGS) Because it's true.
And we've tapped his telephone and maintained constant surveillance on his apartment and still you have no evidence? It could be someone else.
Monsieur Comeliau, I know it's Palmari.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to talk to my friend Palmari.
Today might be the day he confesses.
As ever, Chief Inspector, I leave it to your absolute discretion.
What have we discovered? Same pattern.
Two young men, dark complexions, faces covered.
There's a driver and a look-out man.
Do we know what they were looking for? Yeah.
One platinum pendant My wife likes emeralds.
But this is the interesting thing: for weeks, there's been nothing of real value on display in the window.
The dealer only got hold of the emeralds last week and he put them on show last Thursday.
And they were stolen on/f So their information is very good.
It's my belief the thieves have a very special method.
What method? Somebody walks around the streets of Paris looking in shop windows.
I shall go and talk to the master criminal.
Just the man.
(TRADESMEN CALL OUT) Any activity? Aline left the apartment at nine o'clock.
Lacoste and Borelliet are following them.
Are you going to talk to him? Fourth floor, right-hand side.
Thank you, Janvier.
After all these years, I know the way intimately.
Oh, is the lift working? Yes.
Thank God for that! Keep the change.
You're too generous, Monsieur.
# (STRINGS PLAY LIVELY TUNE) Your boys were busy again this morning, Manuel.
Wait.
Be patient.
Listen.
(MUSIC CEASES) Boys? I have no boys.
Jewellers shop off the Boulevard du Montparnasse.
I repeat, I have no boys.
You have a woman.
Aline? Who's well capable of taking messages to your boys.
Who cares? I'd like to think she loves me.
Has a habit of disappearing on mysterious errands that always coincide with the jewel robberies.
How many times must I tell you, my friend? I've retired.
I live here in this comfortable room with my books and my records.
Peaceful retirement.
You listen to all my telephone calls.
You must have heard me recommending peaceful retirement to all my font color="yell Indeed, I recommend it to you.
Policemen don't retire .
.
whatever their wives say! Neither do gangsters.
Here.
Thank you very much.
I was never a gangster.
I've been a businessman for years.
Am I not the owner of the Clou Dore, one of the finest restaurants in font color=" I was there last week with my wife.
The moules were passable.
Oh, thank you.
I shall ask Aline to pass on your compliments to the chef.
But I still don't believe you.
About what? About retirement.
To be precise, I retired two years ago.
No, thank you.
The night somebody shot me as I came out of the Clou Dore, leaving me like this.
It seemed to me that Nature was dropping a small hint about r It seems to me that one of your business associates was settling Probably a customer who didn't enjoy the moules (!) Probably a man called Mariani, who was found a month later floating face down in the harbour in Marseille.
Oh, Marseille is a violent city.
You'll certainly find gangsters in Marseille, but not in Paris.
This is a city of culture, books, music Civilised businessmen, living in retirement.
(DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) Aline? Aline, in here.
Hello, my lovely! (CHUCKLES) What are you doing here? My job, as usual.
I've been giving the Chief Inspector a little advice.
Will he take it? I doubt it.
So do I.
When are you going to stop bothering us? When you're both tried and convicted, Mademoiselle.
Monsieur Comeliau? Oh, no, no, no, no.
He'd love to see the back of me, but he's too polite to say so.
No, it was somebody else.
A professional gangster! Really? And it's very odd.
I mean, here we have Monsieur Comeliau the Examining Magistrate, a man of high breeding, a pillar of integrity and I can't stand the man! And then we have Palmari, a gangster and pimp - probably a murderer, too, even though it's second hand - and I quite like him.
Certainly an interesting idea.
What is? We could have a little cottage on the Loire.
With a garden and an orchard.
I can see you in your old clothes, smoking your pipe, tending your garden, while I'm in the kitchen preparing lunch.
Something miraculous with aubergines, I think.
What are you talking about? Our retirement - it sounds lovely.
font color="yellow" I think it sounds extraordinarily tedious.
Oh, shoo.
Oh, this is delicious, you know.
(CHUCKLES) Why don't you open a restaurant? I have been through seven years of files.
There isn't a shred of real evidence against Palmari! So? You're working with Chief Inspector Maigret now.
But this isn't an investigation! It's an obsession! Obsession? (DOOR CLOSES) Perhaps I used the wrong word, sir.
Or perhaps you used the right word.
Aah! Palmari.
Yes, an obsession.
May I ask the reason? The reason is easy.
Fingerprints.
Oh, you won't find it in the files.
I don't mean actual fingerprints.
If you look at a drawing by Picasso, you don't need a signature.
You simply know, this is the work of Pablo Picasso.
You listen to an aria by Mozart.
Your ears tell you this is the work of - (PHONE RINGS) - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
I look at these jewel robberies and I know, this is the work of Manuel Palmari.
Just a moment.
Chief What is it? Palmari.
He wants to speak to me? Don't want to speak to anyone.
He's been murdered.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC) Aline left the building at nine o'clock.
I followed her.
She went to the greengrocer's, then the patisserie, then the laundry.
We'll check the shopping list later.
Was she out of your sight at any time? No! And then she returned to her apartment when? 9:55.
And then what? Nothing, until 10:15.
Then she opened the window and shouted for help.
Are the local police up there now? Yes.
But they know you're coming.
They usually do.
See you later.
Well, are you satisfied now (?) On the contrary, Mademoiselle.
Is this the gun? So they say.
Have you seen it before? It belonged to Manuel.
Smith & Wesson .
38.
Where is it usually kept? In the daytime, behind the radio, where Manuel could reach it.
At night, by the bed.
A professional's weapon! Good morning, Chief Inspector.
Ah, yes, let me start.
All yours.
What are you going to do with him? Fingerprints, photographs Usual font color="whi Did you pick up the gun? I haven't touched it.
Lucas, you know what to do.
You come with me.
Where are you taking me? Quai des Orfevres? Not unless you want to plead guilty to the mur Don't be stupid.
In that case, in here would do very nicely.
How long will this take? I don't know.
A day A week A month A year I'm a very patient man, as you know.
Why did they have to pick on Manuel? "They"? Whoever it was.
You don't know? It's not fair.
Life has many properties, Aline.
Fairness isn't one of them.
All he had was in that room.
His books, his music, his radiogram And you.
Well, obviously.
Do you have a lover? Of course not.
Forgive me for asking.
No, I don't forgive you.
My reason for asking is simple.
We've had you under surveillance for several years now.
Yes, I had noticed (!) At regular intervals, you give my men the slip.
They lose you.
So what conclusion am I to draw? You have lousy policemen! Either you've been indulging in criminal activities - probably or you have a lover.
Maybe both.
But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
Listen.
This morning, Manuel was killed.
I want to know who did it.
It's your job to find out.
Why don't you get font color=" Very well.
You left the apartment at nine o'clock, returned at 9:55, reported the killing to the police at 10:15.
Is that correct? Ask your men.
They watch everything I do.
Now, when you came home, you went straight into the kitchen.
That's what I normally do when I return with my shopping.
Another thing you usually do is go into Manuel's room, say, "Hello, my lovely," and give him a kiss.
Yes.
What did you find? You know what I saw.
You saw it yourself, for God's sake! Did you pick up the gun? I told you before, I haven't touched it.
/f So what did you do? Whatever it was, you did it for 20 minutes.
I don't know what I did.
What would you have done? I'd have called a doctor.
I know death when I see it.
And then I'd have called the police.
I did.
After 20 minutes.
20 minutes! What's so special about 20 minutes? Well, it's long enough to remove any compromising documents or objects font color=" Large sums of cash, pieces of jewellery Listen, I'll tell you what I did.
I cried.
And then I prayed.
I know it sounds stupid, because I don't believe in any lousy God, but it gets you, in spite of yourself.
Got down on my hands and knees and I prayed for Manuel's immortal soul.
Then I called the police.
Do I take it that you loved Manuel? Of course I loved him! It is a reasonable question, though.
Yes? An older man Successful in business of a kind He finds a younger woman working behind a bar.
She's very pretty.
He's very rich.
It has been known to happen.
Believe me, Chief Inspector, I'm brighter than the average barmaid.
/ I cannot be bought.
I believe you.
Moers Yes, sir.
We're going to need the paraffin.
Paraffin? It proves whether or not you handled a firearm this mornin You don't believe I killed Manuel? No, as a matter of fact, I don't.
But our Monsieur Comeliau requires proof, which is odd, really, because I know for a fact he believes in God.
Thank you, Mademoiselle.
When will we know? Ten minutes.
And the rest? Middle of the afternoon.
Wonderful.
Don't leave the apartment, Aline.
Why not? It could be your turn next.
I'll see you after lunch.
Thank you for recommending the rillettes.
They were wonderful.
It's a good place for a surveillance operation.
Aline left to go shopping at nine.
Ten past, the Concierge shook her mat on the doorstep.
Tell me about the Concierge.
She hates us.
Why? She regards our watching the building as a personal insult.
That could be useful.
Next? Quarter past nine, Mademoiselle Lavancher left with her portfolio.
Lavancher? Yeah.
First floor, right-hand side as we look at the bu She goes to art school.
Her father is a metro inspector.
Do you know any of the tenants? A few, only by sight.
We try to be discreet, except where Aline and Manuel were concerned.
She's very bright.
Aline? Much more intelligent than Manuel.
The question is, which side is she on? Sorry? If she didn't pull the trigger, somebody else must have done, representing, let's say, a rival business interest.
Do you think it's possible she might have changed sides? Well, she always seemed totally loyal to Manuel.
Waited on him hand and foot.
And prayed for him! Really? She told me so.
Of course, she might well have been praying for herself.
Ah, forensics! Bringers of truth and wisdom.
Sit yourself down.
Thank you.
She didn't fire the gun.
Now, let's be precise.
There are no marks on her hands to indicate she fired the gun? Cor Could she have worn gloves? Well, yes Fingerprints? Nothing on the gun.
Nothing on the door handle.
/fo She always wore gloves to go shopping.
She needs protection.
Does she? I can recommend the rillettes.
Sir! Thank you.
Is he always like that? Like what? Protection? I don't need protection.
# (LIVELY TUNE) Sergeant Lucas will stay with you for the moment.
Someone will relieve him in an hour, somebody else this evening.
Every eight hours, a fresh face.
Why do I need protection? I can take font color="cya Let's not be sentimental about this, Aline.
Manuel was a professional gangster.
He knew the ropes.
He carried a gun with him everywhere he went.
Yet he ended up dead.
If they can do that to him, what chance do I'll take my chance.
No, you won't.
You don't have the choice.
All my men are thoroughly house-traine Whatever you say.
Excellent.
Where is the nighttime policeman going to sleep? He doesn't.
He s All my men stay awake all the time.
We're specially trained.
The only other thing is the rubber glove Rubber gloves? The ones you use in the kitchen.
May I take them away with me? Thank you.
Another one! Another what? Policeman.
Chief Inspector Maigret.
I know.
I've seen you in the papers.
You might be famous, but I don't want to be seen talking to you.
All I want is a list of the tenants.
I don't know if I can do that.
Why not? Have to ask the landlady's permission.
Give me her name and address and I'll write to her.
Or is she on the telephone? She lives in the building! But she won't want to be bothered after what's happened.
The building belongs to Aline? To Mademoiselle Bauche? Of course it does.
Didn't you know? And you call yourselves detectives! We call ourselves detectives (?) Imagine - Aline Bauche, a woman of property! It isn't a crime to own property.
According to some philosophies, all property is theft.
With respect, Chief, it hasn't caught on.
As a philosophy, I mean.
/f How about the purchase of property paid for by theft? That's why we're here, sir.
(SIGHS) What are you playing? Patience.
Right, that's that out of the way.
Now, Lucas, the medical report.
Palmari was shot three times.
(PHONE RINGS) The bullet that killed him was fired from the right-hand side, almost point blank, through the temple.
According to the forensic report, all three bullets were fired from font color="ye Was anything found on the kitchen gloves? No.
Clean as a whistle.
Lapointe, anything on the money? Yeah, Aline has a bank account in her own name at the branch of the Credit Lyonnais in the Avenue de la Grande Armee.
Once a week, she deposits returns from the Clou Dore restaurant.
No other bank accounts and nothing was found at the apartment.
The Invested in property.
Or in a good hiding place.
Now, Inspector Janvier, you've been doing the real hard work.
These are the people who live in the apartment block.
May we be introduced? I don't know them all that well, but I'll tell you what I can.
Ground floor, the Concierge.
That old dragon? Jean Chabaud, who does sports commentaries for the radio.
I've heard him! He knows nothing about cycling.
A prerequisite for the job (!) Next door to him, Mademoiselle Jeanine Herel, who calls herself a chiropodist.
Not the first! Apparently, she really IS a chiropodist.
Ha! Now, come on.
A friend of mine was murdered this morning.
Sorry.
/ Going up in the lift, if it's working, Francois Vignon.
He works for an insurance company.
Married with two small children.
To the right, Jacques Lavancher, metro inspector.
On the next floor, Mabel Tuppler, journalist from America.
Next door to her, a retired couple, the Maupois.
Third floor, left-hand side, Jean Destouches, physical-training He goes out at eight in the morning, also goes out most evenings returning late, rarely alone.
To the right, Fernand Barillard, commercial traveller.
I hate commercial travellers.
They sell you things.
Barillard lives with his wife.
She is Belgian.
Sings all day.
No ch And directly above them, the Palmari apartment, scene of the crime.
And under strict surveillance.
And on the same floor, Gino Massoletti, Paris representative for an Italian car firm.
Newlywed.
Very pretty wife.
And moving up, top floor left, Tony Pasquier, second barman at The Ritz, wife and two children.
Top floor right, James Stuart, Englishman and bachelor.
Leaves his apartment at five in the afternoon, returns at dawn.
No known profession.
Finally, the garrets in the attic.
The first four are occupied by maids who work in the building.
Next to them, Jeff Claes.
Old man.
War refugee.
Lives alone.
Deaf and dumb.
Ideal witness (!) And finally, Mademoiselle Josette.
The oldest inhabitant.
Collects caged birds.
Does her own cleaning and shopping and refuses to use the lift.
Do you realise what we're looking at? An apartment building in the Place d'Auvergne.
A cross-section of Paris.
Men, women and children.
All with their own history, their own morality.
I make it 30, in all.
I've lost count.
Statistically, one or two of them are bound to be criminals.
What about murderers? Statistically.
The Examining Magistrate won't accept statistics as evidence.
Nor will I.
I have to meet Lapointe in the Clou Dore at seven, which gives me a couple of hours to chat to the neighbours and perform a small official duty.
Chief Inspector.
Everything all right? Yes, sir.
Thank you, Jacques.
Well done.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
Who's winning? Next time, send someone who can play poker! Aline, it's my official duty to tell you that the postmortem examination is now complete.
So now you're going to arrest me? You have to decide where you want the body.
You can call the undertakers in the morning.
Well, he lived here, didn't he? He can come home.
Is there anything I can do to help? Inform the family? He had no family.
I was his family.
Well, his solicitor, the staff at the Clou Dore, newspapers I don't know why you're asking me.
You'll do what you like, anyway.
Well, if there is anything I can do, I shall be in the building for the next hour.
In the building?/font Talking to the tenants.
Your tenants.
You pursue your official duties, Chief Inspector, and I'll pursue mine.
Have you eaten today? I can take care of myself.
Inspector Janvier will be here this eveni He makes a wonderful omelette! Go to hell.
# (WOMAN SINGS) Good afternoon.
Or is it evening? What are you selling? Police.
Ah! Is it about what happened this morning? What do you know about what happened this morning? Well, there were noise and fuss, so I had a look.
I'm a bit of a nosy parker.
Is that terrible? From my point of view, it's admirable, Madame Barillard.
It is Madame Barillard? Of course it is.
But it's always worth to check, especially in Paris! Come in.
/ Thank you.
Did you know Manuel Palmari? No.
He never went out.
I sometimes heard him shouting.
Shouting? Yeah, they had rows.
Even though they weren't married (?) We don't have rows.
Do you? My wife and I have what you'd call "animated discussions Your husband home from work yet? He's a traveller.
He doesn't work regular hours.
What does he sell? Little boxes.
His firm's about to change their name.
They're going to call themselves "packaging consultants", but basically, it's still boxes.
So what did you hear this morning in your role as a nosy parker? I heard the noise.
What noise? Your colleagues.
Some of them are quite loud! No, thanks.
That's true.
So I opened my door and I peeped out.
They were carrying the body out of the apartment.
There seemed to be some sort of a debate as to whether it would Yes, we often face philosophical dilemmas of that kind.
Tell me, what did you hear earlier this morning? Earlier? Oh, I went shopping early.
About eight o'clock.
Had your husband left for work yet? He was finishing his breakfast as I left.
I returned about half past nine.
And then, of course, he'd gone? Oh, yes.
He'd be deep into the suburbs by then.
After you returned, did you hear any shots fired? No, but I have the wireless on and I sing, and I talk to myself.
and I'm not sure I'd recognise shots if I heard them.
I mean, you don't expect your neighbours to be murdered, do you? Not in an ideal world, no.
But it isn't, is it? An ideal world No.
Alas, it isn't.
Am I permitted to give some advice? Please feel free.
Mademoiselle Josette, who lives in the attic Now, she is the nosiest parker in the building and she's not quite as mad as she seems.
Thank you, Madame.
My pleasure.
Ah! Let me guess - Mr Stuart.
Yes, I'm Stuart.
Chief Inspector Maigret.
Jolly good.
Investigating the murder of Manuel Palmari.
Sorry, never heard of the chap.
Are you going out for the evening? To grab something to eat, then off to work.
What sort of work do you Sometimes bridge, backgammon I wish you the best of luck.
It isn't luck.
It's percentages.
In that case, best of luck with your font color="w Ah.
Keep up the good work.
Don't! Bam! Bam! You're dead! Aargh! This time, I'll let you off with a caution.
(GROANS) (BIRDS TWITTER) (COOING) Monsieur Claes? You're deaf and dumb? But you can lip-read? May I sit here? Thank you.
Do you Did you know a man called Manuel Palmari? What about the woman he lived with, Aline Bauche? Lives two floors down.
You met her on the stairs? Yes.
An attractive woman.
Time Time passing Too late.
Too late for an attractive woman? And this makes you feel sad? Do you know something, my friend? I feel that sadness, too.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go and talk to Mademoiselle Josette.
A chatterbox? Thank you for talking to me.
Good morning, Mademoiselle.
Good morning, Monsieur.
(TWITTERING) You know about what happened this morning? I know there was a deat Did you know Monsieur Palmari? We all live in the same building, but we never know each other.
We talk briefly on the stairs and then the hall.
Not that people are unkind.
They've always been very kind to me.
Who in the block is most kind to you? Mademoiselle Herel, the chiropodist.
She looks after my feet without charges.
(CHUCKLES) There's nothing wrong with my feet, but it's a kind thought.
Then Monsieur Claes, the deaf mute.
He gave me a model.
A model? Yes.
There.
Ah! Of your parrot.
It's supposed to be, but it's not a very good likeness.
But the poor manhe means well.
Monsieur Barillard - he gives me boxes.
Boxes? Admittedly, they aren't of any great use to me, but again, it's a kind thought.
Would you like any? Well, I Take this for your wife.
You obviously have a very good one.
How can you tell? It shows.
I'd like that very much.
Just a small one, though.
Aline Bauche - was she kind to you? Neither kind nor unkind.
She keeps her distance.
And Manuel, before his accident? When he was mobile? Did he keep his distance? No, I kept my distance.
Somebody told me he was a gangster.
I've never consorted with gangsters.
I think you're very wise.
(CHUCKLES) (BIRD CRIES) I'd told you to wait inside.
I've got some information from Palmari It's important you know about it before we go in.
What is it? (DOOR OPENS) Good evening, Chief Inspector.
Good evening, sir.
What can I get you? Beer.
Beer? Beer.
Two beers.
I know that face.
Mean anything to you? No.
Keep an eye on him.
How much for the beers, Monsieur? I think we could stand a couple of beers on the house.
Do you have something to celebrate, Monsieur Pernelle? On the contrary, it's a very sad day.
Why is it a sad day? We heard the news about Manuel.
When? Lunchtime.
Who told you the news? Someone in the bar.
II don't remember These things get around.
It hasn't been in the newspapers.
Even so Very well.
Concentrate.
I can suggest a few names.
An Italian called Massoletti? He deals in cars.
A physical-training instructor called Destouches.
Tony Pasquier.
Oh, I know Tony.
Barman from The Ritz.
Was he here at lunchtime? No, we haven't seen him for weeks.
He sometimes sends us customers.
Tourists wanting a taste of genuine Montmartre.
So let me tryJames Stuart.
An English gentleman gambler.
No? Fernand Barillard.
Commercial traveller.
Or maybe a woman.
An American journalist.
I really don't remember.
Sorry.
So let me ask you something else, Monsieur Pernelle.
What does it feel like to be the new owner of the Clou Dore? How did you know? It's all in the public record, if you know where to look.
You bought it last week.
Yes.
From Aline.
There's nothing illegal about buying a restaurant! Things happen in threes.
Have you noticed? A restaurant is sold, a jeweller's is robbed, a man is killed.
Rule of three.
You see much of Aline? She came in once a week to check the accounts, and so on.
Alone? Yes.
Always? Yes.
Always alone, yes.
She's a very independent lady.
Oh, lots of independent ladies take lovers.
They decide.
It's proof of independence.
We haven't seen any lovers, have we? Lapointe That man who just left - what's his name? Er We know him as Monsieur Louis.
Louis, Louis.
font BOTH: Louis.
Louis? What does he do? He drinks a lot! Backs horses Does he win? He drinks expensive.
Does he drink alone? Yeah.
Not always.
Who does he drink with? Well, if he's not alone, he must be with somebody.
That's a fact of life.
Usually, young men.
We assumed It's an obvious thing to assume (!) Did you pay cash? I'm sorry? When you bought the restaurant, did you pay cash? Yes.
I wish you joy of your restaurant, Monsieur Pernelle.
I need hardly remind you that to run a successful business in Montmartre depends in large measure on maintaining a good relationship with the police department.
(DOOR BURSTS OPEN) A word.
That man Monsieur Louis? He went to a bar across the street.
He made a telephone call.
I managed to get close enough to see the number he dialled.
Ah, th Etoile 4238.
Off you go.
Ah, hello.
I'm sorry to dist- Madame Barillard? Could you tell me, is your husband home from work? (RINGS DOORBELL) Monsieur Maigret! How nice to see you.
Hello, Madame.
This is/fo May we speak to your husband? Of course.
Come in.
Thank you.
/font Through here.
Thank you.
Well, we've just eaten, but perhaps I can offer you some font color="y Oh, that's not necessary, Madame.
We're simply here to fill in a few gaps in our investigation.
I'm not sure I can be any help.
Did you have a long run today? In the Lilas district.
By car? Yes.
What make? A Peugeot 203.
Is this a cross-examination? Do you carry a tray of samples with you? Naturally.
May we see them? May I ask whether you made similar requests to other people in the building? Not yet, Monsieur Barillard.
And you have every right not to agree to my request, in which case I will call up a very agreeable Examining Magistrate, who'll send an orderly around with a search warrant.
Or, if necessary, a warrant for your detention.
What's going on, Nothing is going on.
I prefer to talk business in my study.
What's happening, Chief Inspector? The men want to be alone.
You work for Gilot & Sons in the Avenue Des Gobelins? Yes.
Ask them - I'm sure they'll remember (!) Did you have a telephone call about an hour ago? I have telephone calls all the time.
From a friend? From clients.
Confectioners? Perfumers? Jewellers? Are those your clients? Obviously! We also had a call from you this evening.
But the man who telephoned you about a quarter of an hour before we did, was he a client? Yes.
What did he want? A price list.
What's his name? I don't remember.
If you don't remember his name, it would be very difficult for you to font color="w I made a note somewhere.
Don't bother yourself.
His name is Monsieur Louis.
Monsieur Louis? I've never heard of him.
So you said, "Hello, Monsieur Louis.
You have the wrong number.
Let's font color=" I've no idea what you're talking about.
This Monsieur Louis who telephoned you, is he a friend or a client? Neither.
Your denial is duly noted.
Anyway, we shall be consulting your employers tomorrow to compare our lists with theirs.
Lists? What lists? Their lists of jewellers visited by their top salesman Fernand Barillard over the last seven years.
Our lists of jewellers robbed over the last seven years.
I do my job and I work hard.
I earn a good living.
How long have you been Aline Bauche's lover? If you'd said that in front of my wife, I'd have knocked your face in.
Excellent.
You've saved yourself the additional charge of assaulting a police officer.
If you're serious about charging me, go ahead and charge me.
Probably tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I'm sure Inspector Lapointe has noted the following.
You deny knowing Monsieur Louis, you deny knowing Aline Bauche, you deny any involvement with the jewel robberies and presumably you also deny any involvement with the murder of Manuel Palmari.
Of course I deny it! Excellent! We all know where we stand.
Well, that'll be all for today.
Don't attempt to leave the building.
If you do, you'll be followed.
Aline Bauche is under police protection, so I wouldn't advise you to try and make contact there.
We shall also listen to your telephone calls, as well, to be on the safe side.
I think that covers everything, don't you? font color="lime Good night, Monsieur.
(OMINOUS MUSIC) Did you mean to frighten him? Fear is our only chance.
We know the crime, we know the criminals but we have no evidence.
We have circumstantial evidence.
Where is the stolen property? Where is the money? And we're still one short.
One short? Aline Bauche, Fernand Barillard - one more.
Monsieur Louis? No.
He's only a runner.
He doesn't count.
What are you doing? I'm trying to complete the triangle.
With my earrings? There's something about them.
They're very pretty.
Yes, that too.
Chief Inspector Maigret? Good morning, sir.
What happened? What's that, sir? Yesterday, you were - (ENGINE REVS) Yesterday, you - (ENGINE REVS) Oh, let's go inside.
Yesterday, you assured me beyond all reasonable font color="cyan that Manuel Palmari was the head of a major criminal organisation.
Now he's dead.
The two things are not mutually exclusive.
There are questions to be answered.
I think you'll find that Palmari, so to speak, put the business in his font color=" Not that they were married.
No, that would be too simple (!) who sells cardboard boxes.
(SIGHS) The more you explain, the less If you'd like to hear the full story - No, no, no.
I leave it to your total and absolute discretion.
(PHONE RINGS) (MUFFLED SPEECH) I'm busy.
I have something very important to tell you.
Get me the Immigration Service, please, will you? Well, carry on.
I'll tell you if it's very important.
Aline Bauche - she owns a hotel.
Call you back in five minutes.
Which hotel? The Hotel Bussiere in the Rue d'Etoile.
Why didn't you tell me this last night? I didn't know! After you left, it came up in the course of conversation.
And since then you've given thought to what I told you about maintaining a good relationship with the police? That, too.
/f Hotel Bussiere We used to raid that place when I was a young What's it like? Has it changed much? Has it become elegant, like the Clou Dore? I don't know.
I'm a family man.
Are you? Yes.
What's the informed opinion among the experts leaning on your bar? You need to speak to the night porter, but I understand it hasn't changed very much since you were young.
Thank God for that! I hate Paris when it gets respectable.
I preferred it tawdry.
But then, I'm sentimental like that.
Well, thank you very much, Monsieur Pernelle.
You may now go about your respectable business.
Immigration, please.
Lieutenant! Lapointe! Hello, Monsieur.
No, thank you, Mademoiselle.
I'm on a very strict diet.
(DISTANT LAUGHTER) (BELL PINGS) Is it for the night or for the hour? I don't want a room.
Well, you're wasting your time.
Rooms is what we've got.
You know this woman? Depends who's asking.
Maigret? Is that the same Maigret? That's who's doing the asking.
Well, I'll take another look.
Tell me the truth.
Don't tell me what you think I want to hear.
Well, obviously, I know her.
Madame Bauche.
She owns the place.
Does she have a room here? Two - a bedroom and a sitting room.
She calls it a suite.
Do you have a key to the "suite"? Only one key to the suite - she's got it.
How often does she come here? Oh, once a week.
Does the money Where does she keep the money? In the safe.
Where's the safe? (PINGS) (CLEARS THROAT) In the suite.
Does she come here alone? Sometimes.
Sometimes not? Sometimes not.
With a man? (KEYS CLINK) Yes.
Always the same man? (SIGHS) Yes.
Description.
I'm not very good at descriptions.
Try.
Start with age.
How old is he? In his 30s.
Fat? Thin? Tall? Short? Smart? Scruffy? Flash.
Oui? Some flash bastard with a Peugeot.
Thanks very much.
There'll be a policeman watching the hotel.
Don't worry, it's nothing to do with you.
If anyone asks, you haven't seen me.
That applies to everyone who comes here.
Does he know what to do? Yeah.
You're in.
(ENGINE STARTS UP, TYRES SCREECH) Lucas, this morning I completed the triangle.
What triangle, Chief? Aline Bauche, Fernand Barillard, and the stone-cutter.
The man who resets and recurs all the stolen font color="white But Chief, I checked all the cutters in Paris.
Double-checked.
All the official ones, yes.
But our man isn't on the records.
Our man works alone at home, in a back room.
How did you find him, then? Last night I was looking at a pair of my wife's earrings.
They intrigue me.
I knew there was something about them.
Then, this morning, I remembered.
We'd bought them from a little old man on the Rue Lafayette.
He was a war refugee.
A refugee from Brussels, one of the main stone-cutting centres in Europe.
Sorry, Chief, I still haven't made the link.
Claes - the old deaf-and-dumb man in the attic.
What about him? The Immigration people have confirmed .
.
he was a war refugee from Belgium.
Oh, he makes models.
Exactly! I watched him at work.
Hands quick, precise.
Steady as a rock.
I watched him! I didn't see what I was looking for.
Damn! Madame, have you seen Monsieur Claes today? I mind my own business, Monsieur.
This may be important.
Is there any part of the building we haven't seen yet? A basement, for instance? Yes.
Some of the tenants have got storerooms there.
He's got one - flash Fernand.
Monsieur Barillard? Yes, but Thank you, Madame.
(RINGS DOORBELL) Yes? Your husband.
Well, he's in bed.
We want to see him here - now.
I'll ask him, but Tell him to get his keys.
We need to look in the basement.
But couldn't it wait? He's in bed.
This is madness! For once, Monsieur Barillard, we are in total accor (SLAMS LIFT DOOR) Where is your storeroom? Round the corner.
Second on the right.
/font (MURMURS COMMAND) Chief He was a craftsman.
Perhaps even an artist.
Chief Inspector, I hardly I hardly - Get him out of my sight!/fon Come on! I know nothing about it! I want to see my lawyer! I want to see my bloody lawyer, damn you! Monsieur Maigret, where is Fernand? In ten minutes, Madame, I' (DOG YAPS IN DISTANCE) Is she behaving herself? She's gone a bit quiet.
How was the omelette? Magnificent.
Can I take it for granted she hasn't left the apartment or used the phone? How long have I worked for you? Forgive me, Inspector.
It's all over, Aline.
What is? Everything.
The day of judgment is at hand.
I wonder when it turned sour.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Manuel.
He adored you.
He gave you everything you wanted.
Even signed his property over to you.
Allowed you to come and go as you pleased, while he stayed herein this chair.
Don't do that! He lived too long, didn't he? You realised that he could go on for another 15 years.
Maybe the best thing to do would be tosell everything, take the money, run off and find true love with a man of your own age.
I didn't kill him.
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
Whether or not you pulled the trigger is irrelevant.
You're certainly guilty.
(WHEELS SQUEAK) A confession would save a lot of time.
Something like, "On the morning in question, I left the apartment as usual to go shopping, slipped his revolved into my handbag and later, out on the landing, passed it to my friend, neighbour and lover Fernand Barillard.
I don't know what happened next.
You'll have to ask him.
" How is that for a possible confession? What have you done with Fernand? He's at police headquarters.
I'll be talking to him later about both murders.
Both? The old man - the stone-setter.
But he was - Innocent.
Is that what you were going to say? I don't know what I was going to font color="cya Time to go.
Ineed to shower and get dressed.
We'll wait.
It wasn't my idea! I don't care.
Fernand did everything.
But you helped him.
Between you and Barillard, we have two murders.
One innocent man And one gangster.
You said so yourself.
Oh, to be sure, a gangster.
But I liked him.
For a while, I thought I might get to like you, Aline.
But I could never like your travelling salesman.
Just look at what he's sold YOU.
Now, go and make yourself pretty for the Examining Magistrate.
Now I've told you everything I know about your husband, will you tell me everything you know about Monsieur Claes? Do I have to? Get it all out of your system as quickly as possible Makes it easier to start again.
Before you married, was your name Claes? Yes.
So the old man was your grandfather or uncle, perhaps? No relation.
No? We pretended.
Tell me.
The bombing? Mm.
I was eight years old.
I can't remember very much about it.
Iread about it since.
II don't know whether I remember what happened or I remember what I've read.
Is that strange? Not at all.
Hundreds of refugees were killed, including my family.
I remember wandering about, looking for my parents and .
.
searching for them, and not finding them.
And then I remember looking for a grown-up.
Any grown-up.
And there was this man.
His head was bleeding and he looked lost and he seemed very old.
I suppose he wasn't, but to a child And so you adopted each other? I suppose we did.
Even though he couldn't speak? It was a question of survival.
I was eight years old.
He was Jew I see.
Do you remember his real name? He wrote it on a piece of paper for me.
Victor Krulak.
He was born in Antwerp, but his family was from Latvia.
His father and his grandfather had worked in the diamond business.
I remember he kept a few gold pieces sewn into a canvas belt under his shirt.
They were his savings.
They kept us going through the war.
And so he brought you up? Sent you to school? Yes.
Then, after the war, he did odd jobs for various jewellers in Paris.
When I left school, I started work as a salesgirl at a jeweller's in Boulevard Beaumarchais.
And one day, in walked a handsome young salesman.
Fernand Barillard.
We'll leave the rest of the story for another day, shall we? Will there be another day? Undoubtedly.
(SIGHS) After today, I'm not sure I want any more days.
There will.
I promise.
I hope this is "goodbye", not "au revoir".
As soon as my men have finished their work in the basement.
Good.
Although I might allow myself a beer before I leave the squa It's been a pleasure, Madame.
# (GUITAR PLAYS WISTFUL MELODY) Did you get the medical reports? The old man was killed by a blow to font color="lime Whoever it was tried to make it look as if he'd hung himself.
Barillard! I hate amateurs.
Why kill him? He was an accomplice.
But he couldn't speak! He could express himself.
That's something people are very frightened of.
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS) Two beers, please, Albert.
Monsieur.
(SIGHS) I shall miss this place.
The apartment block? No, the bistro.
Of course.
True sophistication.
The bistro? No, the apartment building.
True sophistication is absolute simplicity.
Like a Picasso drawing: half a dozen lines.
Genius.
The jewel robberies were a work of genius? They had the merit of simplicity.
Too simple for me to see.
Everything we wanted was in that block.
We stared at it for years and we didn't see it.
Monsieur.
Thank you.
Well Well done, Lapointe.
And welcome.
Thank you.
You can now have 24 hours' sleep.
(CHUCKLES) What about you, sir? Oh, office.
Preliminary interviews.
Paperwork with Monsieur Comeliau.
Is there any wonder I prefer the company of elderly gangsters? Aah! What have you told them, you stupid bitch? Why did you kill the old man, you (YELLS) Hold her back, Janvier! That's it! Get her back! (CRIES OUT) Cow! You stupid cow! Separate cells, I think.
You'll pay for this! Do you hear me? You're dead! Do you hear me? You're dead! Bitch! Come in, Chief Inspector.
Good evening, sir.
Please sit down.
Did you enjoy the opera? Well, I was enjoying the opera very much indeed, until I got your message.
However, a very efficient piece of work, Chief Inspector.
Thank you, sir.
Eventually.
One can't always rush these matters.
Hm.
Item One: the jewel robberies.
You have identified the items found in the safe in the Hotel Bussiere? Yes.
They were part of an earlier robbery.
There was a large amount of cash, too.
The hotel was their operational font color="w Mm.
And the emeralds in the basement.
Yes, that's fine.
Item Two: the murder of Manuel Palmari.
Now, each of the accused - Aline Bauche and Fernand Barillard - accuses the other of the killing? So would I, in the circumstances.
Would you outline the alternative possibilities? First alternative: Aline walks into Palmari's study, shoots him Second alternative: Aline slips the gun into her handbag, passes it to Barillard who's waiting by prior arrangement in the hallway.
She also gives him a door key.
Barillard lets himself into the apartment, takes Palmari by surprise, Palmari goes for his gun, but it isn't in the usual place.
Barillard shoots him three times.
You found traces of oil in Aline Bauche's handbag? Cleaning fluid, as used on the Smith & Wesson.
Which supports your second theory, that she passed the gun onto Bar Good.
But it also supports my first theory, if Aline shot him but wanted to pass the blame onto Barillard.
I see.
So what is your conclusion? I think I shall leave it to your total and absolute discretion.
(LAUGHTER) Is that what you told him? Yes.
Even though you know what really happened? No-one ever knows what We walked here on our first evening in Paris.
Do you remember? I remember.
I also remember it was on the other bank.
Was it? Oh.
Do you remember? Of course I remember.
Was it really 11 years ago? No, it's 12.
Mm Far too nice for work.
Don't go.
You're a senior police officer.
Give yourself the day off.
We could take a trip to the country.
Where? Mer-sur-Loire.
I'm not taking a day off in order to go house-hunting in the countryside.
Why? Because I'm not ready to contemplate retirement.
Not for another12 years.
I shall be late for work.
However, you're quite right.
I am a senior police officer.
I'm entitled to a cup of coffee.
I'm entitled to be late for work.
Thank you, Madame.
Move it! Get the pendant! (ALARM RINGS) Come on! Come on, let's go! Quickly! (TYRES SCREECH) Good morning, Chief.
Lovely morning it is, too, Lucas.
You look ag I am, a bit.
There's been another jewel robbery.
Whereabouts?/f Just off the Boulevard Montparnasse, about half an hour ago.
Who's dealing with it? Lapointe.
Excellent! Good experience for him.
No need to be agitated.
Oh? Comeliau wants to see you.
He's phoned three times.
Is that all? In the past half hour.
Ah! That is a reason for agitation - for me, not you.
I'd better go and talk to him.
He probably just wants to discuss the delightful state of the weather (!) Monsieur Maigret.
Monsieur Comeliau.
Another jewel robbery, I'm told.
Inspector Lapointe is at the scene.
How many is it now? Too many.
73, I believe.
Over a period of seven years.
Correct.
It's a very long investigation, Chief Inspector.
I am famous for my patience, Monsieur.
The jewellers of Paris are not patient, Maigret.
Many of them are wealthy men with friends in high places.
Friends, perhaps, in the department of the Examining Magistrate.
(CLEARS THROAT) That is possible.
The investigation is proceeding.
Isn't it time we had a culprit? I know the culprit.
It's Manuel Palmari.
Oh.
Manuel Palmari! Who, from his apartment at the Place de l'Auvergne organises gangs of young hoodlums from the South and then disposes of the stolen property so that it disappears with as do the hoodlums from the South.
Precisely.
(TYPEWRITER PINGS) Because it's true.
And we've tapped his telephone and maintained constant surveillance on his apartment and still you have no evidence? It could be someone else.
Monsieur Comeliau, I know it's Palmari.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to talk to my friend Palmari.
Today might be the day he confesses.
As ever, Chief Inspector, I leave it to your absolute discretion.
What have we discovered? Same pattern.
Two young men, dark complexions, faces covered.
There's a driver and a look-out man.
Do we know what they were looking for? Yeah.
One platinum pendant My wife likes emeralds.
But this is the interesting thing: for weeks, there's been nothing of real value on display in the window.
The dealer only got hold of the emeralds last week and he put them on show last Thursday.
And they were stolen on/f So their information is very good.
It's my belief the thieves have a very special method.
What method? Somebody walks around the streets of Paris looking in shop windows.
I shall go and talk to the master criminal.
Just the man.
(TRADESMEN CALL OUT) Any activity? Aline left the apartment at nine o'clock.
Lacoste and Borelliet are following them.
Are you going to talk to him? Fourth floor, right-hand side.
Thank you, Janvier.
After all these years, I know the way intimately.
Oh, is the lift working? Yes.
Thank God for that! Keep the change.
You're too generous, Monsieur.
# (STRINGS PLAY LIVELY TUNE) Your boys were busy again this morning, Manuel.
Wait.
Be patient.
Listen.
(MUSIC CEASES) Boys? I have no boys.
Jewellers shop off the Boulevard du Montparnasse.
I repeat, I have no boys.
You have a woman.
Aline? Who's well capable of taking messages to your boys.
Who cares? I'd like to think she loves me.
Has a habit of disappearing on mysterious errands that always coincide with the jewel robberies.
How many times must I tell you, my friend? I've retired.
I live here in this comfortable room with my books and my records.
Peaceful retirement.
You listen to all my telephone calls.
You must have heard me recommending peaceful retirement to all my font color="yell Indeed, I recommend it to you.
Policemen don't retire .
.
whatever their wives say! Neither do gangsters.
Here.
Thank you very much.
I was never a gangster.
I've been a businessman for years.
Am I not the owner of the Clou Dore, one of the finest restaurants in font color=" I was there last week with my wife.
The moules were passable.
Oh, thank you.
I shall ask Aline to pass on your compliments to the chef.
But I still don't believe you.
About what? About retirement.
To be precise, I retired two years ago.
No, thank you.
The night somebody shot me as I came out of the Clou Dore, leaving me like this.
It seemed to me that Nature was dropping a small hint about r It seems to me that one of your business associates was settling Probably a customer who didn't enjoy the moules (!) Probably a man called Mariani, who was found a month later floating face down in the harbour in Marseille.
Oh, Marseille is a violent city.
You'll certainly find gangsters in Marseille, but not in Paris.
This is a city of culture, books, music Civilised businessmen, living in retirement.
(DOOR OPENS, FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) Aline? Aline, in here.
Hello, my lovely! (CHUCKLES) What are you doing here? My job, as usual.
I've been giving the Chief Inspector a little advice.
Will he take it? I doubt it.
So do I.
When are you going to stop bothering us? When you're both tried and convicted, Mademoiselle.
Monsieur Comeliau? Oh, no, no, no, no.
He'd love to see the back of me, but he's too polite to say so.
No, it was somebody else.
A professional gangster! Really? And it's very odd.
I mean, here we have Monsieur Comeliau the Examining Magistrate, a man of high breeding, a pillar of integrity and I can't stand the man! And then we have Palmari, a gangster and pimp - probably a murderer, too, even though it's second hand - and I quite like him.
Certainly an interesting idea.
What is? We could have a little cottage on the Loire.
With a garden and an orchard.
I can see you in your old clothes, smoking your pipe, tending your garden, while I'm in the kitchen preparing lunch.
Something miraculous with aubergines, I think.
What are you talking about? Our retirement - it sounds lovely.
font color="yellow" I think it sounds extraordinarily tedious.
Oh, shoo.
Oh, this is delicious, you know.
(CHUCKLES) Why don't you open a restaurant? I have been through seven years of files.
There isn't a shred of real evidence against Palmari! So? You're working with Chief Inspector Maigret now.
But this isn't an investigation! It's an obsession! Obsession? (DOOR CLOSES) Perhaps I used the wrong word, sir.
Or perhaps you used the right word.
Aah! Palmari.
Yes, an obsession.
May I ask the reason? The reason is easy.
Fingerprints.
Oh, you won't find it in the files.
I don't mean actual fingerprints.
If you look at a drawing by Picasso, you don't need a signature.
You simply know, this is the work of Pablo Picasso.
You listen to an aria by Mozart.
Your ears tell you this is the work of - (PHONE RINGS) - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
I look at these jewel robberies and I know, this is the work of Manuel Palmari.
Just a moment.
Chief What is it? Palmari.
He wants to speak to me? Don't want to speak to anyone.
He's been murdered.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC) Aline left the building at nine o'clock.
I followed her.
She went to the greengrocer's, then the patisserie, then the laundry.
We'll check the shopping list later.
Was she out of your sight at any time? No! And then she returned to her apartment when? 9:55.
And then what? Nothing, until 10:15.
Then she opened the window and shouted for help.
Are the local police up there now? Yes.
But they know you're coming.
They usually do.
See you later.
Well, are you satisfied now (?) On the contrary, Mademoiselle.
Is this the gun? So they say.
Have you seen it before? It belonged to Manuel.
Smith & Wesson .
38.
Where is it usually kept? In the daytime, behind the radio, where Manuel could reach it.
At night, by the bed.
A professional's weapon! Good morning, Chief Inspector.
Ah, yes, let me start.
All yours.
What are you going to do with him? Fingerprints, photographs Usual font color="whi Did you pick up the gun? I haven't touched it.
Lucas, you know what to do.
You come with me.
Where are you taking me? Quai des Orfevres? Not unless you want to plead guilty to the mur Don't be stupid.
In that case, in here would do very nicely.
How long will this take? I don't know.
A day A week A month A year I'm a very patient man, as you know.
Why did they have to pick on Manuel? "They"? Whoever it was.
You don't know? It's not fair.
Life has many properties, Aline.
Fairness isn't one of them.
All he had was in that room.
His books, his music, his radiogram And you.
Well, obviously.
Do you have a lover? Of course not.
Forgive me for asking.
No, I don't forgive you.
My reason for asking is simple.
We've had you under surveillance for several years now.
Yes, I had noticed (!) At regular intervals, you give my men the slip.
They lose you.
So what conclusion am I to draw? You have lousy policemen! Either you've been indulging in criminal activities - probably or you have a lover.
Maybe both.
But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
Listen.
This morning, Manuel was killed.
I want to know who did it.
It's your job to find out.
Why don't you get font color=" Very well.
You left the apartment at nine o'clock, returned at 9:55, reported the killing to the police at 10:15.
Is that correct? Ask your men.
They watch everything I do.
Now, when you came home, you went straight into the kitchen.
That's what I normally do when I return with my shopping.
Another thing you usually do is go into Manuel's room, say, "Hello, my lovely," and give him a kiss.
Yes.
What did you find? You know what I saw.
You saw it yourself, for God's sake! Did you pick up the gun? I told you before, I haven't touched it.
/f So what did you do? Whatever it was, you did it for 20 minutes.
I don't know what I did.
What would you have done? I'd have called a doctor.
I know death when I see it.
And then I'd have called the police.
I did.
After 20 minutes.
20 minutes! What's so special about 20 minutes? Well, it's long enough to remove any compromising documents or objects font color=" Large sums of cash, pieces of jewellery Listen, I'll tell you what I did.
I cried.
And then I prayed.
I know it sounds stupid, because I don't believe in any lousy God, but it gets you, in spite of yourself.
Got down on my hands and knees and I prayed for Manuel's immortal soul.
Then I called the police.
Do I take it that you loved Manuel? Of course I loved him! It is a reasonable question, though.
Yes? An older man Successful in business of a kind He finds a younger woman working behind a bar.
She's very pretty.
He's very rich.
It has been known to happen.
Believe me, Chief Inspector, I'm brighter than the average barmaid.
/ I cannot be bought.
I believe you.
Moers Yes, sir.
We're going to need the paraffin.
Paraffin? It proves whether or not you handled a firearm this mornin You don't believe I killed Manuel? No, as a matter of fact, I don't.
But our Monsieur Comeliau requires proof, which is odd, really, because I know for a fact he believes in God.
Thank you, Mademoiselle.
When will we know? Ten minutes.
And the rest? Middle of the afternoon.
Wonderful.
Don't leave the apartment, Aline.
Why not? It could be your turn next.
I'll see you after lunch.
Thank you for recommending the rillettes.
They were wonderful.
It's a good place for a surveillance operation.
Aline left to go shopping at nine.
Ten past, the Concierge shook her mat on the doorstep.
Tell me about the Concierge.
She hates us.
Why? She regards our watching the building as a personal insult.
That could be useful.
Next? Quarter past nine, Mademoiselle Lavancher left with her portfolio.
Lavancher? Yeah.
First floor, right-hand side as we look at the bu She goes to art school.
Her father is a metro inspector.
Do you know any of the tenants? A few, only by sight.
We try to be discreet, except where Aline and Manuel were concerned.
She's very bright.
Aline? Much more intelligent than Manuel.
The question is, which side is she on? Sorry? If she didn't pull the trigger, somebody else must have done, representing, let's say, a rival business interest.
Do you think it's possible she might have changed sides? Well, she always seemed totally loyal to Manuel.
Waited on him hand and foot.
And prayed for him! Really? She told me so.
Of course, she might well have been praying for herself.
Ah, forensics! Bringers of truth and wisdom.
Sit yourself down.
Thank you.
She didn't fire the gun.
Now, let's be precise.
There are no marks on her hands to indicate she fired the gun? Cor Could she have worn gloves? Well, yes Fingerprints? Nothing on the gun.
Nothing on the door handle.
/fo She always wore gloves to go shopping.
She needs protection.
Does she? I can recommend the rillettes.
Sir! Thank you.
Is he always like that? Like what? Protection? I don't need protection.
# (LIVELY TUNE) Sergeant Lucas will stay with you for the moment.
Someone will relieve him in an hour, somebody else this evening.
Every eight hours, a fresh face.
Why do I need protection? I can take font color="cya Let's not be sentimental about this, Aline.
Manuel was a professional gangster.
He knew the ropes.
He carried a gun with him everywhere he went.
Yet he ended up dead.
If they can do that to him, what chance do I'll take my chance.
No, you won't.
You don't have the choice.
All my men are thoroughly house-traine Whatever you say.
Excellent.
Where is the nighttime policeman going to sleep? He doesn't.
He s All my men stay awake all the time.
We're specially trained.
The only other thing is the rubber glove Rubber gloves? The ones you use in the kitchen.
May I take them away with me? Thank you.
Another one! Another what? Policeman.
Chief Inspector Maigret.
I know.
I've seen you in the papers.
You might be famous, but I don't want to be seen talking to you.
All I want is a list of the tenants.
I don't know if I can do that.
Why not? Have to ask the landlady's permission.
Give me her name and address and I'll write to her.
Or is she on the telephone? She lives in the building! But she won't want to be bothered after what's happened.
The building belongs to Aline? To Mademoiselle Bauche? Of course it does.
Didn't you know? And you call yourselves detectives! We call ourselves detectives (?) Imagine - Aline Bauche, a woman of property! It isn't a crime to own property.
According to some philosophies, all property is theft.
With respect, Chief, it hasn't caught on.
As a philosophy, I mean.
/f How about the purchase of property paid for by theft? That's why we're here, sir.
(SIGHS) What are you playing? Patience.
Right, that's that out of the way.
Now, Lucas, the medical report.
Palmari was shot three times.
(PHONE RINGS) The bullet that killed him was fired from the right-hand side, almost point blank, through the temple.
According to the forensic report, all three bullets were fired from font color="ye Was anything found on the kitchen gloves? No.
Clean as a whistle.
Lapointe, anything on the money? Yeah, Aline has a bank account in her own name at the branch of the Credit Lyonnais in the Avenue de la Grande Armee.
Once a week, she deposits returns from the Clou Dore restaurant.
No other bank accounts and nothing was found at the apartment.
The Invested in property.
Or in a good hiding place.
Now, Inspector Janvier, you've been doing the real hard work.
These are the people who live in the apartment block.
May we be introduced? I don't know them all that well, but I'll tell you what I can.
Ground floor, the Concierge.
That old dragon? Jean Chabaud, who does sports commentaries for the radio.
I've heard him! He knows nothing about cycling.
A prerequisite for the job (!) Next door to him, Mademoiselle Jeanine Herel, who calls herself a chiropodist.
Not the first! Apparently, she really IS a chiropodist.
Ha! Now, come on.
A friend of mine was murdered this morning.
Sorry.
/ Going up in the lift, if it's working, Francois Vignon.
He works for an insurance company.
Married with two small children.
To the right, Jacques Lavancher, metro inspector.
On the next floor, Mabel Tuppler, journalist from America.
Next door to her, a retired couple, the Maupois.
Third floor, left-hand side, Jean Destouches, physical-training He goes out at eight in the morning, also goes out most evenings returning late, rarely alone.
To the right, Fernand Barillard, commercial traveller.
I hate commercial travellers.
They sell you things.
Barillard lives with his wife.
She is Belgian.
Sings all day.
No ch And directly above them, the Palmari apartment, scene of the crime.
And under strict surveillance.
And on the same floor, Gino Massoletti, Paris representative for an Italian car firm.
Newlywed.
Very pretty wife.
And moving up, top floor left, Tony Pasquier, second barman at The Ritz, wife and two children.
Top floor right, James Stuart, Englishman and bachelor.
Leaves his apartment at five in the afternoon, returns at dawn.
No known profession.
Finally, the garrets in the attic.
The first four are occupied by maids who work in the building.
Next to them, Jeff Claes.
Old man.
War refugee.
Lives alone.
Deaf and dumb.
Ideal witness (!) And finally, Mademoiselle Josette.
The oldest inhabitant.
Collects caged birds.
Does her own cleaning and shopping and refuses to use the lift.
Do you realise what we're looking at? An apartment building in the Place d'Auvergne.
A cross-section of Paris.
Men, women and children.
All with their own history, their own morality.
I make it 30, in all.
I've lost count.
Statistically, one or two of them are bound to be criminals.
What about murderers? Statistically.
The Examining Magistrate won't accept statistics as evidence.
Nor will I.
I have to meet Lapointe in the Clou Dore at seven, which gives me a couple of hours to chat to the neighbours and perform a small official duty.
Chief Inspector.
Everything all right? Yes, sir.
Thank you, Jacques.
Well done.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
Who's winning? Next time, send someone who can play poker! Aline, it's my official duty to tell you that the postmortem examination is now complete.
So now you're going to arrest me? You have to decide where you want the body.
You can call the undertakers in the morning.
Well, he lived here, didn't he? He can come home.
Is there anything I can do to help? Inform the family? He had no family.
I was his family.
Well, his solicitor, the staff at the Clou Dore, newspapers I don't know why you're asking me.
You'll do what you like, anyway.
Well, if there is anything I can do, I shall be in the building for the next hour.
In the building?/font Talking to the tenants.
Your tenants.
You pursue your official duties, Chief Inspector, and I'll pursue mine.
Have you eaten today? I can take care of myself.
Inspector Janvier will be here this eveni He makes a wonderful omelette! Go to hell.
# (WOMAN SINGS) Good afternoon.
Or is it evening? What are you selling? Police.
Ah! Is it about what happened this morning? What do you know about what happened this morning? Well, there were noise and fuss, so I had a look.
I'm a bit of a nosy parker.
Is that terrible? From my point of view, it's admirable, Madame Barillard.
It is Madame Barillard? Of course it is.
But it's always worth to check, especially in Paris! Come in.
/ Thank you.
Did you know Manuel Palmari? No.
He never went out.
I sometimes heard him shouting.
Shouting? Yeah, they had rows.
Even though they weren't married (?) We don't have rows.
Do you? My wife and I have what you'd call "animated discussions Your husband home from work yet? He's a traveller.
He doesn't work regular hours.
What does he sell? Little boxes.
His firm's about to change their name.
They're going to call themselves "packaging consultants", but basically, it's still boxes.
So what did you hear this morning in your role as a nosy parker? I heard the noise.
What noise? Your colleagues.
Some of them are quite loud! No, thanks.
That's true.
So I opened my door and I peeped out.
They were carrying the body out of the apartment.
There seemed to be some sort of a debate as to whether it would Yes, we often face philosophical dilemmas of that kind.
Tell me, what did you hear earlier this morning? Earlier? Oh, I went shopping early.
About eight o'clock.
Had your husband left for work yet? He was finishing his breakfast as I left.
I returned about half past nine.
And then, of course, he'd gone? Oh, yes.
He'd be deep into the suburbs by then.
After you returned, did you hear any shots fired? No, but I have the wireless on and I sing, and I talk to myself.
and I'm not sure I'd recognise shots if I heard them.
I mean, you don't expect your neighbours to be murdered, do you? Not in an ideal world, no.
But it isn't, is it? An ideal world No.
Alas, it isn't.
Am I permitted to give some advice? Please feel free.
Mademoiselle Josette, who lives in the attic Now, she is the nosiest parker in the building and she's not quite as mad as she seems.
Thank you, Madame.
My pleasure.
Ah! Let me guess - Mr Stuart.
Yes, I'm Stuart.
Chief Inspector Maigret.
Jolly good.
Investigating the murder of Manuel Palmari.
Sorry, never heard of the chap.
Are you going out for the evening? To grab something to eat, then off to work.
What sort of work do you Sometimes bridge, backgammon I wish you the best of luck.
It isn't luck.
It's percentages.
In that case, best of luck with your font color="w Ah.
Keep up the good work.
Don't! Bam! Bam! You're dead! Aargh! This time, I'll let you off with a caution.
(GROANS) (BIRDS TWITTER) (COOING) Monsieur Claes? You're deaf and dumb? But you can lip-read? May I sit here? Thank you.
Do you Did you know a man called Manuel Palmari? What about the woman he lived with, Aline Bauche? Lives two floors down.
You met her on the stairs? Yes.
An attractive woman.
Time Time passing Too late.
Too late for an attractive woman? And this makes you feel sad? Do you know something, my friend? I feel that sadness, too.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go and talk to Mademoiselle Josette.
A chatterbox? Thank you for talking to me.
Good morning, Mademoiselle.
Good morning, Monsieur.
(TWITTERING) You know about what happened this morning? I know there was a deat Did you know Monsieur Palmari? We all live in the same building, but we never know each other.
We talk briefly on the stairs and then the hall.
Not that people are unkind.
They've always been very kind to me.
Who in the block is most kind to you? Mademoiselle Herel, the chiropodist.
She looks after my feet without charges.
(CHUCKLES) There's nothing wrong with my feet, but it's a kind thought.
Then Monsieur Claes, the deaf mute.
He gave me a model.
A model? Yes.
There.
Ah! Of your parrot.
It's supposed to be, but it's not a very good likeness.
But the poor manhe means well.
Monsieur Barillard - he gives me boxes.
Boxes? Admittedly, they aren't of any great use to me, but again, it's a kind thought.
Would you like any? Well, I Take this for your wife.
You obviously have a very good one.
How can you tell? It shows.
I'd like that very much.
Just a small one, though.
Aline Bauche - was she kind to you? Neither kind nor unkind.
She keeps her distance.
And Manuel, before his accident? When he was mobile? Did he keep his distance? No, I kept my distance.
Somebody told me he was a gangster.
I've never consorted with gangsters.
I think you're very wise.
(CHUCKLES) (BIRD CRIES) I'd told you to wait inside.
I've got some information from Palmari It's important you know about it before we go in.
What is it? (DOOR OPENS) Good evening, Chief Inspector.
Good evening, sir.
What can I get you? Beer.
Beer? Beer.
Two beers.
I know that face.
Mean anything to you? No.
Keep an eye on him.
How much for the beers, Monsieur? I think we could stand a couple of beers on the house.
Do you have something to celebrate, Monsieur Pernelle? On the contrary, it's a very sad day.
Why is it a sad day? We heard the news about Manuel.
When? Lunchtime.
Who told you the news? Someone in the bar.
II don't remember These things get around.
It hasn't been in the newspapers.
Even so Very well.
Concentrate.
I can suggest a few names.
An Italian called Massoletti? He deals in cars.
A physical-training instructor called Destouches.
Tony Pasquier.
Oh, I know Tony.
Barman from The Ritz.
Was he here at lunchtime? No, we haven't seen him for weeks.
He sometimes sends us customers.
Tourists wanting a taste of genuine Montmartre.
So let me tryJames Stuart.
An English gentleman gambler.
No? Fernand Barillard.
Commercial traveller.
Or maybe a woman.
An American journalist.
I really don't remember.
Sorry.
So let me ask you something else, Monsieur Pernelle.
What does it feel like to be the new owner of the Clou Dore? How did you know? It's all in the public record, if you know where to look.
You bought it last week.
Yes.
From Aline.
There's nothing illegal about buying a restaurant! Things happen in threes.
Have you noticed? A restaurant is sold, a jeweller's is robbed, a man is killed.
Rule of three.
You see much of Aline? She came in once a week to check the accounts, and so on.
Alone? Yes.
Always? Yes.
Always alone, yes.
She's a very independent lady.
Oh, lots of independent ladies take lovers.
They decide.
It's proof of independence.
We haven't seen any lovers, have we? Lapointe That man who just left - what's his name? Er We know him as Monsieur Louis.
Louis, Louis.
font BOTH: Louis.
Louis? What does he do? He drinks a lot! Backs horses Does he win? He drinks expensive.
Does he drink alone? Yeah.
Not always.
Who does he drink with? Well, if he's not alone, he must be with somebody.
That's a fact of life.
Usually, young men.
We assumed It's an obvious thing to assume (!) Did you pay cash? I'm sorry? When you bought the restaurant, did you pay cash? Yes.
I wish you joy of your restaurant, Monsieur Pernelle.
I need hardly remind you that to run a successful business in Montmartre depends in large measure on maintaining a good relationship with the police department.
(DOOR BURSTS OPEN) A word.
That man Monsieur Louis? He went to a bar across the street.
He made a telephone call.
I managed to get close enough to see the number he dialled.
Ah, th Etoile 4238.
Off you go.
Ah, hello.
I'm sorry to dist- Madame Barillard? Could you tell me, is your husband home from work? (RINGS DOORBELL) Monsieur Maigret! How nice to see you.
Hello, Madame.
This is/fo May we speak to your husband? Of course.
Come in.
Thank you.
/font Through here.
Thank you.
Well, we've just eaten, but perhaps I can offer you some font color="y Oh, that's not necessary, Madame.
We're simply here to fill in a few gaps in our investigation.
I'm not sure I can be any help.
Did you have a long run today? In the Lilas district.
By car? Yes.
What make? A Peugeot 203.
Is this a cross-examination? Do you carry a tray of samples with you? Naturally.
May we see them? May I ask whether you made similar requests to other people in the building? Not yet, Monsieur Barillard.
And you have every right not to agree to my request, in which case I will call up a very agreeable Examining Magistrate, who'll send an orderly around with a search warrant.
Or, if necessary, a warrant for your detention.
What's going on, Nothing is going on.
I prefer to talk business in my study.
What's happening, Chief Inspector? The men want to be alone.
You work for Gilot & Sons in the Avenue Des Gobelins? Yes.
Ask them - I'm sure they'll remember (!) Did you have a telephone call about an hour ago? I have telephone calls all the time.
From a friend? From clients.
Confectioners? Perfumers? Jewellers? Are those your clients? Obviously! We also had a call from you this evening.
But the man who telephoned you about a quarter of an hour before we did, was he a client? Yes.
What did he want? A price list.
What's his name? I don't remember.
If you don't remember his name, it would be very difficult for you to font color="w I made a note somewhere.
Don't bother yourself.
His name is Monsieur Louis.
Monsieur Louis? I've never heard of him.
So you said, "Hello, Monsieur Louis.
You have the wrong number.
Let's font color=" I've no idea what you're talking about.
This Monsieur Louis who telephoned you, is he a friend or a client? Neither.
Your denial is duly noted.
Anyway, we shall be consulting your employers tomorrow to compare our lists with theirs.
Lists? What lists? Their lists of jewellers visited by their top salesman Fernand Barillard over the last seven years.
Our lists of jewellers robbed over the last seven years.
I do my job and I work hard.
I earn a good living.
How long have you been Aline Bauche's lover? If you'd said that in front of my wife, I'd have knocked your face in.
Excellent.
You've saved yourself the additional charge of assaulting a police officer.
If you're serious about charging me, go ahead and charge me.
Probably tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I'm sure Inspector Lapointe has noted the following.
You deny knowing Monsieur Louis, you deny knowing Aline Bauche, you deny any involvement with the jewel robberies and presumably you also deny any involvement with the murder of Manuel Palmari.
Of course I deny it! Excellent! We all know where we stand.
Well, that'll be all for today.
Don't attempt to leave the building.
If you do, you'll be followed.
Aline Bauche is under police protection, so I wouldn't advise you to try and make contact there.
We shall also listen to your telephone calls, as well, to be on the safe side.
I think that covers everything, don't you? font color="lime Good night, Monsieur.
(OMINOUS MUSIC) Did you mean to frighten him? Fear is our only chance.
We know the crime, we know the criminals but we have no evidence.
We have circumstantial evidence.
Where is the stolen property? Where is the money? And we're still one short.
One short? Aline Bauche, Fernand Barillard - one more.
Monsieur Louis? No.
He's only a runner.
He doesn't count.
What are you doing? I'm trying to complete the triangle.
With my earrings? There's something about them.
They're very pretty.
Yes, that too.
Chief Inspector Maigret? Good morning, sir.
What happened? What's that, sir? Yesterday, you were - (ENGINE REVS) Yesterday, you - (ENGINE REVS) Oh, let's go inside.
Yesterday, you assured me beyond all reasonable font color="cyan that Manuel Palmari was the head of a major criminal organisation.
Now he's dead.
The two things are not mutually exclusive.
There are questions to be answered.
I think you'll find that Palmari, so to speak, put the business in his font color=" Not that they were married.
No, that would be too simple (!) who sells cardboard boxes.
(SIGHS) The more you explain, the less If you'd like to hear the full story - No, no, no.
I leave it to your total and absolute discretion.
(PHONE RINGS) (MUFFLED SPEECH) I'm busy.
I have something very important to tell you.
Get me the Immigration Service, please, will you? Well, carry on.
I'll tell you if it's very important.
Aline Bauche - she owns a hotel.
Call you back in five minutes.
Which hotel? The Hotel Bussiere in the Rue d'Etoile.
Why didn't you tell me this last night? I didn't know! After you left, it came up in the course of conversation.
And since then you've given thought to what I told you about maintaining a good relationship with the police? That, too.
/f Hotel Bussiere We used to raid that place when I was a young What's it like? Has it changed much? Has it become elegant, like the Clou Dore? I don't know.
I'm a family man.
Are you? Yes.
What's the informed opinion among the experts leaning on your bar? You need to speak to the night porter, but I understand it hasn't changed very much since you were young.
Thank God for that! I hate Paris when it gets respectable.
I preferred it tawdry.
But then, I'm sentimental like that.
Well, thank you very much, Monsieur Pernelle.
You may now go about your respectable business.
Immigration, please.
Lieutenant! Lapointe! Hello, Monsieur.
No, thank you, Mademoiselle.
I'm on a very strict diet.
(DISTANT LAUGHTER) (BELL PINGS) Is it for the night or for the hour? I don't want a room.
Well, you're wasting your time.
Rooms is what we've got.
You know this woman? Depends who's asking.
Maigret? Is that the same Maigret? That's who's doing the asking.
Well, I'll take another look.
Tell me the truth.
Don't tell me what you think I want to hear.
Well, obviously, I know her.
Madame Bauche.
She owns the place.
Does she have a room here? Two - a bedroom and a sitting room.
She calls it a suite.
Do you have a key to the "suite"? Only one key to the suite - she's got it.
How often does she come here? Oh, once a week.
Does the money Where does she keep the money? In the safe.
Where's the safe? (PINGS) (CLEARS THROAT) In the suite.
Does she come here alone? Sometimes.
Sometimes not? Sometimes not.
With a man? (KEYS CLINK) Yes.
Always the same man? (SIGHS) Yes.
Description.
I'm not very good at descriptions.
Try.
Start with age.
How old is he? In his 30s.
Fat? Thin? Tall? Short? Smart? Scruffy? Flash.
Oui? Some flash bastard with a Peugeot.
Thanks very much.
There'll be a policeman watching the hotel.
Don't worry, it's nothing to do with you.
If anyone asks, you haven't seen me.
That applies to everyone who comes here.
Does he know what to do? Yeah.
You're in.
(ENGINE STARTS UP, TYRES SCREECH) Lucas, this morning I completed the triangle.
What triangle, Chief? Aline Bauche, Fernand Barillard, and the stone-cutter.
The man who resets and recurs all the stolen font color="white But Chief, I checked all the cutters in Paris.
Double-checked.
All the official ones, yes.
But our man isn't on the records.
Our man works alone at home, in a back room.
How did you find him, then? Last night I was looking at a pair of my wife's earrings.
They intrigue me.
I knew there was something about them.
Then, this morning, I remembered.
We'd bought them from a little old man on the Rue Lafayette.
He was a war refugee.
A refugee from Brussels, one of the main stone-cutting centres in Europe.
Sorry, Chief, I still haven't made the link.
Claes - the old deaf-and-dumb man in the attic.
What about him? The Immigration people have confirmed .
.
he was a war refugee from Belgium.
Oh, he makes models.
Exactly! I watched him at work.
Hands quick, precise.
Steady as a rock.
I watched him! I didn't see what I was looking for.
Damn! Madame, have you seen Monsieur Claes today? I mind my own business, Monsieur.
This may be important.
Is there any part of the building we haven't seen yet? A basement, for instance? Yes.
Some of the tenants have got storerooms there.
He's got one - flash Fernand.
Monsieur Barillard? Yes, but Thank you, Madame.
(RINGS DOORBELL) Yes? Your husband.
Well, he's in bed.
We want to see him here - now.
I'll ask him, but Tell him to get his keys.
We need to look in the basement.
But couldn't it wait? He's in bed.
This is madness! For once, Monsieur Barillard, we are in total accor (SLAMS LIFT DOOR) Where is your storeroom? Round the corner.
Second on the right.
/font (MURMURS COMMAND) Chief He was a craftsman.
Perhaps even an artist.
Chief Inspector, I hardly I hardly - Get him out of my sight!/fon Come on! I know nothing about it! I want to see my lawyer! I want to see my bloody lawyer, damn you! Monsieur Maigret, where is Fernand? In ten minutes, Madame, I' (DOG YAPS IN DISTANCE) Is she behaving herself? She's gone a bit quiet.
How was the omelette? Magnificent.
Can I take it for granted she hasn't left the apartment or used the phone? How long have I worked for you? Forgive me, Inspector.
It's all over, Aline.
What is? Everything.
The day of judgment is at hand.
I wonder when it turned sour.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Manuel.
He adored you.
He gave you everything you wanted.
Even signed his property over to you.
Allowed you to come and go as you pleased, while he stayed herein this chair.
Don't do that! He lived too long, didn't he? You realised that he could go on for another 15 years.
Maybe the best thing to do would be tosell everything, take the money, run off and find true love with a man of your own age.
I didn't kill him.
Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
Whether or not you pulled the trigger is irrelevant.
You're certainly guilty.
(WHEELS SQUEAK) A confession would save a lot of time.
Something like, "On the morning in question, I left the apartment as usual to go shopping, slipped his revolved into my handbag and later, out on the landing, passed it to my friend, neighbour and lover Fernand Barillard.
I don't know what happened next.
You'll have to ask him.
" How is that for a possible confession? What have you done with Fernand? He's at police headquarters.
I'll be talking to him later about both murders.
Both? The old man - the stone-setter.
But he was - Innocent.
Is that what you were going to say? I don't know what I was going to font color="cya Time to go.
Ineed to shower and get dressed.
We'll wait.
It wasn't my idea! I don't care.
Fernand did everything.
But you helped him.
Between you and Barillard, we have two murders.
One innocent man And one gangster.
You said so yourself.
Oh, to be sure, a gangster.
But I liked him.
For a while, I thought I might get to like you, Aline.
But I could never like your travelling salesman.
Just look at what he's sold YOU.
Now, go and make yourself pretty for the Examining Magistrate.
Now I've told you everything I know about your husband, will you tell me everything you know about Monsieur Claes? Do I have to? Get it all out of your system as quickly as possible Makes it easier to start again.
Before you married, was your name Claes? Yes.
So the old man was your grandfather or uncle, perhaps? No relation.
No? We pretended.
Tell me.
The bombing? Mm.
I was eight years old.
I can't remember very much about it.
Iread about it since.
II don't know whether I remember what happened or I remember what I've read.
Is that strange? Not at all.
Hundreds of refugees were killed, including my family.
I remember wandering about, looking for my parents and .
.
searching for them, and not finding them.
And then I remember looking for a grown-up.
Any grown-up.
And there was this man.
His head was bleeding and he looked lost and he seemed very old.
I suppose he wasn't, but to a child And so you adopted each other? I suppose we did.
Even though he couldn't speak? It was a question of survival.
I was eight years old.
He was Jew I see.
Do you remember his real name? He wrote it on a piece of paper for me.
Victor Krulak.
He was born in Antwerp, but his family was from Latvia.
His father and his grandfather had worked in the diamond business.
I remember he kept a few gold pieces sewn into a canvas belt under his shirt.
They were his savings.
They kept us going through the war.
And so he brought you up? Sent you to school? Yes.
Then, after the war, he did odd jobs for various jewellers in Paris.
When I left school, I started work as a salesgirl at a jeweller's in Boulevard Beaumarchais.
And one day, in walked a handsome young salesman.
Fernand Barillard.
We'll leave the rest of the story for another day, shall we? Will there be another day? Undoubtedly.
(SIGHS) After today, I'm not sure I want any more days.
There will.
I promise.
I hope this is "goodbye", not "au revoir".
As soon as my men have finished their work in the basement.
Good.
Although I might allow myself a beer before I leave the squa It's been a pleasure, Madame.
# (GUITAR PLAYS WISTFUL MELODY) Did you get the medical reports? The old man was killed by a blow to font color="lime Whoever it was tried to make it look as if he'd hung himself.
Barillard! I hate amateurs.
Why kill him? He was an accomplice.
But he couldn't speak! He could express himself.
That's something people are very frightened of.
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS) Two beers, please, Albert.
Monsieur.
(SIGHS) I shall miss this place.
The apartment block? No, the bistro.
Of course.
True sophistication.
The bistro? No, the apartment building.
True sophistication is absolute simplicity.
Like a Picasso drawing: half a dozen lines.
Genius.
The jewel robberies were a work of genius? They had the merit of simplicity.
Too simple for me to see.
Everything we wanted was in that block.
We stared at it for years and we didn't see it.
Monsieur.
Thank you.
Well Well done, Lapointe.
And welcome.
Thank you.
You can now have 24 hours' sleep.
(CHUCKLES) What about you, sir? Oh, office.
Preliminary interviews.
Paperwork with Monsieur Comeliau.
Is there any wonder I prefer the company of elderly gangsters? Aah! What have you told them, you stupid bitch? Why did you kill the old man, you (YELLS) Hold her back, Janvier! That's it! Get her back! (CRIES OUT) Cow! You stupid cow! Separate cells, I think.
You'll pay for this! Do you hear me? You're dead! Do you hear me? You're dead! Bitch! Come in, Chief Inspector.
Good evening, sir.
Please sit down.
Did you enjoy the opera? Well, I was enjoying the opera very much indeed, until I got your message.
However, a very efficient piece of work, Chief Inspector.
Thank you, sir.
Eventually.
One can't always rush these matters.
Hm.
Item One: the jewel robberies.
You have identified the items found in the safe in the Hotel Bussiere? Yes.
They were part of an earlier robbery.
There was a large amount of cash, too.
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And the emeralds in the basement.
Yes, that's fine.
Item Two: the murder of Manuel Palmari.
Now, each of the accused - Aline Bauche and Fernand Barillard - accuses the other of the killing? So would I, in the circumstances.
Would you outline the alternative possibilities? First alternative: Aline walks into Palmari's study, shoots him Second alternative: Aline slips the gun into her handbag, passes it to Barillard who's waiting by prior arrangement in the hallway.
She also gives him a door key.
Barillard lets himself into the apartment, takes Palmari by surprise, Palmari goes for his gun, but it isn't in the usual place.
Barillard shoots him three times.
You found traces of oil in Aline Bauche's handbag? Cleaning fluid, as used on the Smith & Wesson.
Which supports your second theory, that she passed the gun onto Bar Good.
But it also supports my first theory, if Aline shot him but wanted to pass the blame onto Barillard.
I see.
So what is your conclusion? I think I shall leave it to your total and absolute discretion.
(LAUGHTER) Is that what you told him? Yes.
Even though you know what really happened? No-one ever knows what We walked here on our first evening in Paris.
Do you remember? I remember.
I also remember it was on the other bank.
Was it? Oh.