Maigret (1992) s02e01 Episode Script
Maigret and the Nightclub Dancer
Wait for me.
Excuse me! I want to make a report.
There's going to be a murder.
You made it up? I told you, I was drunk! Ask anyone at the Picratt Club, they'll tell you.
Those police at the other station, they must have seen I was drunk.
So you sat on their bench, you sobered up and now you say Morning, Lucas.
Morning, chief.
Ah, morning, mademoiselle.
Miss Arlette, chief.
Jeanne-Leila, according to her ID.
Arlette's a professional name.
Profession - stripper at the Picratt.
Chief Inspector Maigret.
Hello.
Please, I'd like to go home.
She's been sent over from La Rochefoucauld.
Seems she went there at four o'clock this morning and told them a countess was going to be murdered.
Countess? I told you, I was drunk! Perhaps you were, but not too drunk to be very detailed.
You'd just finished your act, you were sitting at a table with a young font color= He's a bit of a regular, very keen on you.
While he was holding your hand, you overheard this conversation from the font color I've never been to Picratt's, chief, but it seems the tables are separated by screens to give cust You heard two men's voices - one young, the other older.
The older one you heard called Oscar.
No.
They never mentioned any Oscar.
It's down here - Oscar.
Well, I didn't know what I was talking about.
You got a back view of him when he left.
Well-built, dark hair.
You said you heard him say, "The Countess still has some of her font color="yello but at the rate she's going, they won't last long.
I've decided to finish it tonight.
" He said, "Finish it tonight"? He didn't say "kill her"? She says she can't remember exactly but she's sure he meant "kill".
Has anyone been killed? Well, not any countess as far as I know.
Well, there you are, then.
What time did Arlette say she heard this conversation? Around two.
Just after she'd finished her first act.
So you overheard someone threatening to murder someone? And you waited two hours before you went to the police? Rather strange behaviour, isn't it? Of course it's strange.
I didn't hear it.
How much had you had to drink? A lot of champagne at the club.
Afterwards, I went to a bar.
I'd been drinking before I went to work.
Do you often drink that much? Not always.
Yesterday, I just felt like it.
Any special reason? I felt like it! I live alone.
Sometimes I feel like it.
And the whole story, you just made it up? Look, I'm not saying I didn't hear a conversation.
It was just bits and pieces, that's all.
God, do you always remember everything when you've been drinking? What about this young man you were with? Er Albert? Albert.
Did he hear the conversation, too? He was talking to me.
We could always ask him.
No Look, I don't know who he is.
He's just a customer.
I don't know people.
I just know faces.
You said he was making love to you? Lots of people make love to me.
Now, please can I go? I don't know what you're doing here in the first place.
You made a statement and are now retracting it.
If you'll excuse me, mademoiselle, I've got a desk full of crimes I'm sure were committed.
Hello, Incident Room.
Maigret.
Listen, any countesses murdered anywhere? No, this century, in fact.
Today.
No? Thank you.
(CLATTERING) Janvier, come with me.
Where's Lapointe? He's tidying up the Gervais case.
Lucas, tell him to meet me at Arlette's apartment.
Trace the fa What's happened? Can you say when? Not more than an hour and a half ago.
There's no stiffness yet.
She was probably attacked from behind.
No sign of any struggle.
I'll send my report as soon as I can.
Thank you.
(TUTS) Anyone see anything? There's a woman on the floor below.
Said she heard someone on the stairs font color=" She just happened to open the door and look out, see a man going down.
Description? Probably about 50.
Burly, wearing a dark suit.
Only got a back view, of course.
Well, that's a start.
Janvier, what do you make of this room? Strange.
Doesn't look like a stripper's place.
No.
He must have been here before.
Could have hidden in this wardrobe, grabbed her by the throat.
No break-in, sir.
Chances are, he had a key.
Must have trusted someone she shouldn't have.
Doesn't seem like the sort of girl who trusts anyone.
Lapointe, don't worry, Janvier will fill you in.
Right, chief.
Janvier? Oh, you're here at last.
I got here as quick as I could.
What's up? Never seen a body before? Who is she? Stripper.
From Picratt's club.
Nice-looking.
By the name of Lapointe! Lapointe, what the hell! What's going on? (RETCHES) Are you all right? Good morning.
Is the proprietor here? Why do you want to know? I'd like to talk to him.
He's still in bed.
I'm his wife.
I'm Chief Inspector Maigret, Police Judiciaire.
/f Would you like a drink, Inspector? No, thank you.
Did you get many customers in here last night? Never many on Monday.
Hardly worth opening, we sometimes think.
Your dancer, Arlette? Yeah.
When she finished her first act last night, she sat down at a table with a young man.
Do you remember him? That's right.
Was he a regular? He's been in a few times.
He thinks he's in love with her.
She has a lot of trouble like that.
Not that she seems to mind.
Which table did they sit at? Over there, No 6, by the wall.
Over here? Yeah.
Which chair did she sit on? That one.
This one? Mm-hm.
He was holding her hand all night, Two men were sitting at the next table.
Do you remember them? I don't remember anyone at that table.
(COUGHING) Rose! Got any coffee? I've got a headache.
This is Chief Inspector Maigret.
My husband, Freddie.
Oh.
Good morning, monsieur.
I'm looking for two men who might have been your customers last night.
Er, which ones? Over here, No 5, next to Arlette and her young man.
Was there someone there last night? I didn't think so.
I'm sure there wasn't.
Um, two couples at this table here came in about three.
Never seen them before.
Probably not their kind of place.
One bottle of font color="cy No, before that.
Two men on their own.
One of them was called Oscar.
Oscar? Do you know Oscar? No.
Do you? Dark-haired man, square set, good-looking, bit like you in fact.
Well, if you came clean, I might be able to help.
What's it all about? Arlette is dead.
What? Found strangled this morning.
Who could have? That's what I'm here to find out.
Just tell him everything.
He's not a monster.
He won't eat you.
But he has to be told.
Give him this.
He'll find it very interesting.
How would you describe your usual clientele? All sorts.
Foreigners, mostly, when they've tried everything else.
Seen our card? "Finish the night at Picratt's.
Hottest spot in Paris.
" Half-drunk when they come in here.
They expect to see something sen The only sensational thing was Arlette's strip.
And when she finished, she'd be asked to one of the tables? Yes, to persuade the customers to buy champagne.
All the girls do that.
Do they sleep with them? Not during working hours.
They may arrange to meet them later.
Did Arlette? Must have done now and then.
And with the young man she was with last night? I don't know.
Shouldn't think so.
He was just lovesick.
Tell me something Did you yourself ever? Don't be embarrassed, Inspector.
Rose is not jealous.
She got over all that years ago.
Yes, I made love to Arlette.
In her apartment? Never set foot in the place.
Here, in the kitchen.
It's always that way with him.
Hardly notice he's gone and he's font color="yel So, shall I open tonight as usual? If you want to talk to the other girls, you can.
Excuse me, chief.
Can I have a word? Good God! It's Albert.
Arlette's young man.
This'll do you good.
Thank you.
How did you meet her? I was with an old school friend who'd come to Paris who wanted to do font color="lime Someone had given us a card for the Picratt Club.
We'd had a few drinks so we went in.
How long ago? It was only about three weeks ago.
She came to sit at our table.
My friend took her for a tart.
We had a row about it when we got outside.
About Arlette? Yes, I realised she was completely different from the others.
/font Tell me, what had he said about her? He'd offered her money to sleep with him.
She refused? Of course.
I went back the following night.
I wanted to apologise.
They weren't very busy so she let me buy her a drink.
A drink or a bottle? Well, it has to be a bottle and it has to be champagne.
Ah, I see.
No, it's not what you're thinking.
She wasn't like the others.
She never asked me for money once, never ordered the most expensive drink.
Arlette needed to drink.
Well, she had to, didn't she? It's the only way she could do her act.
I wanted her to give it all up.
I was in love with her.
Did you want to marry her? I don't know.
I hadn't thought about that.
I'd not have married her right away but Did you tell her you were a policeman? No, I said I was a civil servant.
Did she love you? Last night, for the first time, I felt sure she did.
Why? Because she She never talked about her past .
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her past life before, and last night she did.
She said there was this man.
She hadn't been able to shake him off.
It was all her own fault, apparently.
It was too late now.
She was trapped.
And I must stop coming to see her because there wasn't any point in it and it made her unhappy.
She seemed terrified of him, whoever he was.
Oscar? She never mentioned his name.
I swear she didn't overhear any conversation last night.
Not while I was there, anyway.
We were totally It was just me and her.
I'm sure there was no-one at the next table.
She must have made all that up because she wanted to report something she heard somewhere else.
That must be it, mustn't it? Did you stay until closing time? She wouldn't let me.
She knew I had to be up early for work.
Did you go to bed with her? No.
Why not? Because everyone wanted to do that.
All the men .
.
watching her act.
I could see it in their eyes.
I wanted something different.
Why didn't you give her protection? She came to you.
You knew the danger.
You must have done.
Come on, Lapointe.
It was your job.
She wouldn't be dead now if you To hell with you all! Sit down! (SOBS) I'm sorry, chief.
Pull your bloody self together.
Arlette denied she was ever in danger.
You're a policeman yourself.
You know what it's like.
If we gave protection for everyone who thought their life was in danger, then half the population of Paris would be in the police force.
Yes.
I want you to take some leave? A week at least.
No, chief.
No, I must be on this case.
I'm going soft, you know.
Get back to the office, see if Lucas needs some help.
Thank you, chief.
Janvier gave me this for you.
He found it in Arlette's room.
Thanks for remembering.
Back to the office.
I'll look after this.
I keep receipts for everything I buy.
Oh, here we are.
That's right - 10,000 francs to Mademoiselle Dubois.
Dubois? That's the name I was given.
And what did you give the money for? An emerald and diamond brooch.
How long ago was this? Four weeks, chief inspector.
I hope you don't mean it's a stolen property.
As you can see, I took all the precautions I could.
Did you ask for an identity card or proof of ownership of the brooch? No, Chief Inspector, one can hardly Is that it over there, by any chance? Let me see.
So it is.
That's lucky.
I haven't sold it yet.
May I see it, please? Certainly.
Please.
50,000 francs.
Pretty big mark-up.
Do you have an eyeglass, please? Yes, of course.
Please.
Thank you.
A-ha! Can I use your phone? 18 Rue Victor Masse.
That hallmark was the signature of a jeweller in Cannes.
Cannes? It was one of several pieces he made forguess who? A countess.
Yeah.
Countess Von Farnheim.
She lives quite near.
Better get a move on.
It's just round here on the Hello? Looks like we're too late.
Busy day, Chief Inspector.
Yes, it is.
Very similar to the last one.
Strangled from behind.
Could you photograph this, please? Somebody's robbed her bank, I'd say.
How long has she been dead? Can't be too definite yet.
Sometime in the night.
Five or six this morning at the latest.
Morphine.
She had it for years.
Marks all over her body.
Countess? Thank you, madame.
She lived here alone? Who'd live with her? Was she really a countess? So it would seem.
Anyway, she was married to a count.
For all that, she can't have been any great shakes.
Did she go out often? No, she sometimes stayed in for a week or more.
Not really a sight or sound of her.
And she'd dress up, put on hat and gloves, and out she'd go.
Almost like a lady.
How about visitors? Did she get many of those? There was one.
Long-haired boy who came here sometimes.
Nice-mannered, but scruffy.
He called her "Aunt".
Was this boy here last night or today? Not that I saw.
I don't see everything.
How can anyone? Do you recognise this young woman? Has she been here? Never.
How about a middle-aged man, good-looking, thick-set? No.
Does the name Oscar mean anything to you? My son's called Oscar.
How old is he? He's 17.
(WHISTLE) Excuse me, madame.
(WHISTLE) Up here, Chief Inspector.
What is it? I was checking the building, sir.
He's hiding up here.
He's run out on the roof.
All right, all right.
Don't touch me! Don't come near me! If you do, I'll jump.
No-one's going to hurt you.
Don't come near me! You don't want to kill yourself.
What's the point in that? I didn't do it.
Do what? I didn't.
I didn't! Did anyone say you did? You didn't kill the Countess? No, no.
Your fingerprints were all over her flat.
Well, yes, I mean, I went there.
Often.
I was a friend of hers.
But you didn't kill her? No, she was dead when I got there.
It was horrible.
Why did you hide? Why didn't you call the police? I knew what you'd think.
I had to hide.
Did you provide her with drugs? This is your bag.
You're on the records, Philippe.
You're a known addict, Philippe.
Did you provide her with drugs? I didn't kill her.
We were friends.
What sort of friends? Was she your mistress? For God's sake! You drank wine together, you took morphine together.
I am a writer.
She took an interest in my work.
You call this rubbish writing? I can't help it if you're pig-ignorant.
Don't you talk to me like that! Not now, Lucas.
Not now, please.
I'm sure he writes very artistically.
Tell me all you can about the Countess, Philippe.
After all, you were friends.
You must have talked together.
You tell me all you can about her.
(CLEARS THROAT) Well, we She, you know, she was She was rich.
Well, I mean, she was very rich.
Well, I mean, she was poor until she .
.
you know, met the Count.
(LAUGHS) At the Riviera.
That's where it was.
Well, he was old, much older than her.
Something like that.
Older, perhaps.
Older.
How long ago was that? Oh, er Long time, before the war.
I mean, he's been dead a long time.
Not married long.
15 years.
Something like that.
And she was, oh, not 30.
And she was beautiful.
You should see her pictures.
He left her his money? Oh, yes.
She was rich.
But everybody tried to grab it from her.
Who's everybody? Oh, you know, gamblers, gigolos, people called "friends".
Did she mention any names? No.
Well, I mean, not that I remember any.
You know how it is when you're When you're high? Yes.
Did she still have money? Not much.
I think she was gradually selling the jewels.
Did she give them to you to buy drugs? And did you give them to Who? And did Arlette give them to Oscar? Oscar? Who is Oscar, Philippe? I don't know an Oscar.
Oh, I think you do.
No, I don't, I don't.
I don't know anyone called Oscar.
I don't! I don't, please.
Can I Can I go now? I don't, I don't.
Well, at least we know Oscar exists.
That little pansy's terrified of him.
Do me a favour.
I know it goes against the grain but do your best to be his friend.
Yes, chief.
He's so desperate for a fix, he's bound to spill the beans.
Stick with him, even if it takes all night.
Right, Philippe, let's try again.
Found anything? Yes.
The Count and Countess, that's their house on the Riviera.
How about that for a place? Wouldn't like the upkeep.
And that's her as she was.
There were rumours of several love affairs while the old man either sat in the shadows or was dragged along in tow.
He and the Countess had separate suites.
That's him with her.
How did he die? They found his body one morning at the foot of the cliff.
It seems he went for a stroll in the middle of the night and fell off.
Or he jumped, or was pushed.
Well, it was investigated, but there was nothing suspicious.
Then, after he died, she just spent money like water.
Then, when most of it was gone, she moved to Paris.
The police lost track of her.
Any papers or documents in the flat? Yes.
Dozens of letters from the Count to her.
Beautiful love letters.
He pleaded with her to marry him.
"I know it won't last long.
I'm old and sick.
But that means, in a few years, you'll be free.
You'll still be beautiful and you'll be rich.
He seems to have written to her every day.
It's just "I love you" some of the time.
Poor old fool.
It's your job, Lapointe.
If you can't do it professionally, you should take some leave.
I've asked Nice to let us have as many names as they can from those days.
Any friends and hangers-on.
Good.
Well done.
Thank you, chief.
Chief! Going out? Picratt's Club.
Any news? Oh, yes.
Beer on the way? Right.
I've been doing the by-the-hour hotels.
Arlette was known in several of them.
Used to turn up with a client about 5am.
After the club had closed? Right.
She'd stay for about an hour, move on.
Did she get paid for that? That's what I asked.
They laughed.
Two beers.
"What do you think?" they said.
Poor Lapointe.
Don't tell him yet.
He can't face that.
No, no.
You know, this case isn't all that straightforward.
What do you mean? I like to know people.
I don't know her.
She doesn't fit any stereotype.
Well, is there any news of Arlette's family? No, the ID was false.
But her picture will be in the paper tomorrow.
So something might come of that.
There you go.
Thank you.
Yeah.
The clients she took to hotels.
Any regulars? Only one at one place.
The Hotel Picardi.
Sometimes she used to stay with him all day and leave about nine in the evening.
That doesn't sound like business.
Description? Middle-aged, on the heavy side.
Oh, not him again.
Right.
Look, get a photograph of Freddie, the club proprietor.
Show it to them.
See what comes of it.
Right, chief.
Do you think Freddie could be Oscar? Right, come on, we're open! Play properly.
If anyone comes in and here's that racket, they'll be font color="cya Of course I am.
Because a customer wants you on.
Trust me, Freddie.
You can have brandy, if you prefer.
But Freddie insists on their being champagne on show.
You should be getting ready soon, Betty.
Go to the dressing room.
Won't keep you long, madame.
Dressing room! That's for your benefit.
The only dressing room round here is their bedroom.
What did Arlette make of it all? It's a job, isn't it? She really got a kick from doing her act.
It seemed to excite her to turn men on.
Did she have a lover? I'm pretty sure there was a man.
Long-term, I think.
Had some sort of power over her, I'm sure.
I think he used to beat her up.
Either that or had some funny perversions.
What makes you say that? She used to have bruises.
She'd cover them up with powder and cold cream, but I saw them.
Apart from him, the nearest I've seen her come to love was with this young man who's been coming in lately.
She seemed very upset last night when he left.
She told me she thought she was a fool and if she'd made up her mind, she could have had a different life.
You really think she was going to run away with him? I asked her what she meant, but she just clammed up.
ROSE: Entertain the customer.
Tell me, how does Freddie manage to get so many women? (LAUGHS) He's the boss.
And he's got a certain something, don't you think? He's certainly got a certain something.
Champagne, monsieur? Only the very best, only the best in Picratt's.
We weren't particularly friendly, I'm afraid.
Why was that?/fo Well, she gave herself airs.
I didn't care for that.
What sort of airs? She couldn't believe anyone else could be interesting.
Thought she was the only one in the world.
She couldn't even dance.
Never had a lesson in her life.
All she could do was take her clothes off.
If she hadn't showed them everything she'd got, she wouldn't have had font color Did Arlette have a lover? Depends what you mean.
She was a bit of a nymphomaniac.
But then she was a convent girl.
When they go bad, they really go font color="yell How do you know she was a convent girl? Well, I don't, really.
She must have said so once.
But she didn't have a permanent lover? There's been some goof hanging round lately for the last couple of weeks.
But we all get that from time to time.
And no other powerful relationship in her life? She might have imagined that there was.
But that would be her all over, you see? (SLOW JAZZ TUNE) Definitely Freddie.
The hotel recognised him at once.
Sometimes he used to spend all day with her.
He told you it was only in font color="cy Are we gonna pick him up? Well, are we? Morning, chief.
Get anything out of Philippe? He's obviously dying for a fix, but he's still giving nothing on Oscar.
Want me to book him for pushing? No, not yet.
I'll grab some breakfast, if that's all right.
Get us a beer, will you? One night in the club, my head's thumping.
But surely, chief, Freddie and Oscar have gotta be one.
We've got a physical description that really fits.
We know he was lying about his relationship with her.
I'm listening to you.
Morning, Lapointe.
Feeling better? Something here might be interesting.
In the list from Nice, the Countess' chauffeur, a Monsieur Bonvoisin, first name, Oscar.
As soon as I saw her picture in the newspaper, I thought it was my duty to come.
Her mother never would.
She disowned her daughter four years ago.
Why was that? My brother made a very unsuitable marriage.
His bride was the daughter of an ironmonger and a nouveau snob of the very worst sort.
I suppose the poor girl rebelled.
She was expelled from her convent when she was 15.
She was just 16 when she left home for good.
What brought that about? I couldn't say.
I did hear that she'd been seen visiting Dr Potut.
Dr Potut is a gynaecologist.
Was she pregnant? Well, not for very long.
Is the father known or rumoured? How can one say? All I know is that, for two months before she visited the doctor .
.
she was away, at a little place called La Bourboule.
Yes.
That's my niece.
Her real name is Anne-Marie Trochau.
'Oscar Bonvoisin?' You've no idea where he is? No desire to.
What about the domestic agencies? You found me that way.
Can't you find him? No-one's heard of him.
You worked for the Countess Some poor girl will have done, you can bet on that.
A devil with women, Oscar was.
Just assumed they'd fall for him.
Enough of them did.
God knows why.
He wore built-up shoes.
How did he and the Countess get on? Two days after the old Count died, I saw him coming out of her bedroom.
That wasn't the first time, you can be sure.
It got so open after that that I soon gave my notice and left.
I wasn't having a chauffeur lord it over me.
Do you think the Count fell off the cliff? Oh, he fell, all right.
But which of them pushed him? I was just wondering whether you might recognise him? Could that be Oscar? Oh, no.
No, I don't think so.
Same sort of build, mind.
15 years since I saw him, of course.
But I don't think he's changed as font color Well, there's some more.
Have a look.
Oh, that's him, isn't it? Are you sure? You can hardly see him in that one.
No, no, not that one.
Him.
That's Oscar.
LUCAS: That is? So he's not Freddie? No, it's not Freddie.
And the cook heard he'd moved to La Bourboule.
He bought a house there.
I checked with the local police.
He only used it in the summer.
And he sold up and left four years ago.
And when did Arlette go to La Bourboule? Five years ago.
So Oscar was the father of her child? That's a fair assumption.
But why did he kill her? Perhaps somehow he knew she'd been to the police.
Perhaps Oscar knew that she was thinking of running away with La Do you think she was? I don't know.
That doesn't explain why he killed the Countess.
If he was supplying her with drugs, with Philippe as the go-between, why font color He was getting the money anyway.
Because the jewels were nearly gone.
When they had, she'd be craving for drugs she couldn't pay for.
He's have to keep supplying her or she'd tell someone he killed the font color="wh Look, I don't think we should distribute that photograph.
If he gets wind we're onto him, he'll run away.
There are two routes.
I think, between them, we'll get him.
No, no, I don't know him.
That face could be vaguely familiar but No, slower, slower.
It's supposed to be sexy.
New stripper.
Hopeless.
Gotta have one.
Makes you realise how great Arlette was.
When was this taken? Taken about a month ago.
You think Tania will know him? I shouldn't think so.
It's their job to sit on customers' knees.
Ask her.
I tried her lodgings.
She's not there.
Well, she'll be in at nine.
I'm hoping it'll be too late by then.
Can I use your phone? Trail the boa.
We're in here, too, front page.
It says we've questioned Philippe about the murder, he said nothing and, for the time being, we're releasing him.
Good.
Let's hope Oscar reads it.
If he does, he's bound to want to find Philippe in case we drag him in for another little chat.
How is Philippe? Now, there are customers here Oh, then he'll be looking for supplies? He hasn't got any money to buy them so Oscar's bound to be his main font color="wh Hopefully, he'll lead us straight to him.
Let him go now and don't lose him.
Trust me, chief.
What about Lapointe? Take him with you.
Tell him it's his job.
You're in.
Why did you lie to me about Arlette? Lie? You told me you'd never seen her outside the club.
Ah.
You'vebeen making enquiries.
Tact.
Better, better.
She can cope with it when it's here on the premises - with her per but if she got to know about sessions outside in a hotel, the same girl every time, especially Arlette She'd be afraid you were going to leave her.
And down.
For some reason, she doesn't want that.
Was it serious? Well, I've known hundreds of girls, maybe even thousands.
But I've never known one like Arlette.
She was the only girl I ever asked to go away with me.
So you were serious? Oh, yes.
Turned me down flat.
This bloke Oscar, or whoever he was I didn't stand a chance against him.
But if he had so much power over her, why did she go with so many men? Don't know.
Don't know what game they were playing.
If that's him, he has Tania on his knee in full view of her.
What was he doing in the club anyway? To see his creation, I should think.
His creation? I never really knew who Arlette was.
Sometimes I even wondered if she knew herself.
He taught her things I'd never even heard of.
What's more, she enjoyed it.
She never revealed herself.
Not really.
She was special.
It wasn't just sex.
She was more to me than that.
One more time.
This one's a bit different, God help us.
Not bad, not bad.
Upstairs, put your clothes on.
I'll come and help you.
If you find that Oscar bloke tonight, come back for a bottle on the Right.
Oi! Still in that one, is he? He's been there half an hour.
Before that, it was round and round the same few bars, asking for drugs but getting nowhere.
This is the third time he's been in here.
Now all he's doing is squatting, drinking red wine.
Easiest way of stopping the shakes.
Anyway, we thought you'd want to come out.
We're getting nowhere.
There's no sign of Oscar.
For all we know, he could I'm sorry, chief.
All right, let's get back to the plot.
Get some copies of that photograph Good God! Who's that? That's Tania from the club.
Stay here, Lucas.
Right, chief.
Come along with me, mademoiselle.
Pick him up, boys.
NO! Someone gave it me to give to him.
Just a packet, that's all.
I don't know what's in it.
Who gave it to you? I don't know.
(PHILIPPE SCREAMS) I don't.
What did this unknown person want you to do? Just go to the bar and ask for Philippe.
Nothing else? No.
Just tell him everything will be all right and to go home.
(BANGING AND SCREAMING) No! What's Philippe's address? 21 Boulevard Roche.
It's above a bookshop.
Anyone else live there? Young girl who works in the shop.
God, I'm a fool! He killed Arlette and the Countess in their own home.
I should have worked out he'd try to kill Philippe in his.
Stay outside, Janvier.
Cover the front.
Chief.
(WOMAN'S MUFFLED SCREAMS) Don't move.
Don't move Lights! .
.
or I'll kill her.
All right, all right.
I'll kill her.
All right! Put your gun down.
Put it down.
And the other one.
This building is surrounded, Oscar.
You fire a single Chief! It's OK.
Is that Albert? No, it isn't.
Shame.
I wanted to see him.
They never leave meany of them.
Oscar, we can talk about this.
Put the gun down What's happening? Wait.
Back off.
Do what he says.
Come on! Move! I'll kill her.
You know I will.
Oscar.
Again! Take care of her, Lucas.
Come on, lad.
It's all over.
It's all right.
Mind yourself.
We'll soon get you sorted out.
I've killed him.
Thank God.
What else could you do? It's your job.
Yeah.
(SULTRY JAZZ MUSIC) ITFC SUBTITLES
Excuse me! I want to make a report.
There's going to be a murder.
You made it up? I told you, I was drunk! Ask anyone at the Picratt Club, they'll tell you.
Those police at the other station, they must have seen I was drunk.
So you sat on their bench, you sobered up and now you say Morning, Lucas.
Morning, chief.
Ah, morning, mademoiselle.
Miss Arlette, chief.
Jeanne-Leila, according to her ID.
Arlette's a professional name.
Profession - stripper at the Picratt.
Chief Inspector Maigret.
Hello.
Please, I'd like to go home.
She's been sent over from La Rochefoucauld.
Seems she went there at four o'clock this morning and told them a countess was going to be murdered.
Countess? I told you, I was drunk! Perhaps you were, but not too drunk to be very detailed.
You'd just finished your act, you were sitting at a table with a young font color= He's a bit of a regular, very keen on you.
While he was holding your hand, you overheard this conversation from the font color I've never been to Picratt's, chief, but it seems the tables are separated by screens to give cust You heard two men's voices - one young, the other older.
The older one you heard called Oscar.
No.
They never mentioned any Oscar.
It's down here - Oscar.
Well, I didn't know what I was talking about.
You got a back view of him when he left.
Well-built, dark hair.
You said you heard him say, "The Countess still has some of her font color="yello but at the rate she's going, they won't last long.
I've decided to finish it tonight.
" He said, "Finish it tonight"? He didn't say "kill her"? She says she can't remember exactly but she's sure he meant "kill".
Has anyone been killed? Well, not any countess as far as I know.
Well, there you are, then.
What time did Arlette say she heard this conversation? Around two.
Just after she'd finished her first act.
So you overheard someone threatening to murder someone? And you waited two hours before you went to the police? Rather strange behaviour, isn't it? Of course it's strange.
I didn't hear it.
How much had you had to drink? A lot of champagne at the club.
Afterwards, I went to a bar.
I'd been drinking before I went to work.
Do you often drink that much? Not always.
Yesterday, I just felt like it.
Any special reason? I felt like it! I live alone.
Sometimes I feel like it.
And the whole story, you just made it up? Look, I'm not saying I didn't hear a conversation.
It was just bits and pieces, that's all.
God, do you always remember everything when you've been drinking? What about this young man you were with? Er Albert? Albert.
Did he hear the conversation, too? He was talking to me.
We could always ask him.
No Look, I don't know who he is.
He's just a customer.
I don't know people.
I just know faces.
You said he was making love to you? Lots of people make love to me.
Now, please can I go? I don't know what you're doing here in the first place.
You made a statement and are now retracting it.
If you'll excuse me, mademoiselle, I've got a desk full of crimes I'm sure were committed.
Hello, Incident Room.
Maigret.
Listen, any countesses murdered anywhere? No, this century, in fact.
Today.
No? Thank you.
(CLATTERING) Janvier, come with me.
Where's Lapointe? He's tidying up the Gervais case.
Lucas, tell him to meet me at Arlette's apartment.
Trace the fa What's happened? Can you say when? Not more than an hour and a half ago.
There's no stiffness yet.
She was probably attacked from behind.
No sign of any struggle.
I'll send my report as soon as I can.
Thank you.
(TUTS) Anyone see anything? There's a woman on the floor below.
Said she heard someone on the stairs font color=" She just happened to open the door and look out, see a man going down.
Description? Probably about 50.
Burly, wearing a dark suit.
Only got a back view, of course.
Well, that's a start.
Janvier, what do you make of this room? Strange.
Doesn't look like a stripper's place.
No.
He must have been here before.
Could have hidden in this wardrobe, grabbed her by the throat.
No break-in, sir.
Chances are, he had a key.
Must have trusted someone she shouldn't have.
Doesn't seem like the sort of girl who trusts anyone.
Lapointe, don't worry, Janvier will fill you in.
Right, chief.
Janvier? Oh, you're here at last.
I got here as quick as I could.
What's up? Never seen a body before? Who is she? Stripper.
From Picratt's club.
Nice-looking.
By the name of Lapointe! Lapointe, what the hell! What's going on? (RETCHES) Are you all right? Good morning.
Is the proprietor here? Why do you want to know? I'd like to talk to him.
He's still in bed.
I'm his wife.
I'm Chief Inspector Maigret, Police Judiciaire.
/f Would you like a drink, Inspector? No, thank you.
Did you get many customers in here last night? Never many on Monday.
Hardly worth opening, we sometimes think.
Your dancer, Arlette? Yeah.
When she finished her first act last night, she sat down at a table with a young man.
Do you remember him? That's right.
Was he a regular? He's been in a few times.
He thinks he's in love with her.
She has a lot of trouble like that.
Not that she seems to mind.
Which table did they sit at? Over there, No 6, by the wall.
Over here? Yeah.
Which chair did she sit on? That one.
This one? Mm-hm.
He was holding her hand all night, Two men were sitting at the next table.
Do you remember them? I don't remember anyone at that table.
(COUGHING) Rose! Got any coffee? I've got a headache.
This is Chief Inspector Maigret.
My husband, Freddie.
Oh.
Good morning, monsieur.
I'm looking for two men who might have been your customers last night.
Er, which ones? Over here, No 5, next to Arlette and her young man.
Was there someone there last night? I didn't think so.
I'm sure there wasn't.
Um, two couples at this table here came in about three.
Never seen them before.
Probably not their kind of place.
One bottle of font color="cy No, before that.
Two men on their own.
One of them was called Oscar.
Oscar? Do you know Oscar? No.
Do you? Dark-haired man, square set, good-looking, bit like you in fact.
Well, if you came clean, I might be able to help.
What's it all about? Arlette is dead.
What? Found strangled this morning.
Who could have? That's what I'm here to find out.
Just tell him everything.
He's not a monster.
He won't eat you.
But he has to be told.
Give him this.
He'll find it very interesting.
How would you describe your usual clientele? All sorts.
Foreigners, mostly, when they've tried everything else.
Seen our card? "Finish the night at Picratt's.
Hottest spot in Paris.
" Half-drunk when they come in here.
They expect to see something sen The only sensational thing was Arlette's strip.
And when she finished, she'd be asked to one of the tables? Yes, to persuade the customers to buy champagne.
All the girls do that.
Do they sleep with them? Not during working hours.
They may arrange to meet them later.
Did Arlette? Must have done now and then.
And with the young man she was with last night? I don't know.
Shouldn't think so.
He was just lovesick.
Tell me something Did you yourself ever? Don't be embarrassed, Inspector.
Rose is not jealous.
She got over all that years ago.
Yes, I made love to Arlette.
In her apartment? Never set foot in the place.
Here, in the kitchen.
It's always that way with him.
Hardly notice he's gone and he's font color="yel So, shall I open tonight as usual? If you want to talk to the other girls, you can.
Excuse me, chief.
Can I have a word? Good God! It's Albert.
Arlette's young man.
This'll do you good.
Thank you.
How did you meet her? I was with an old school friend who'd come to Paris who wanted to do font color="lime Someone had given us a card for the Picratt Club.
We'd had a few drinks so we went in.
How long ago? It was only about three weeks ago.
She came to sit at our table.
My friend took her for a tart.
We had a row about it when we got outside.
About Arlette? Yes, I realised she was completely different from the others.
/font Tell me, what had he said about her? He'd offered her money to sleep with him.
She refused? Of course.
I went back the following night.
I wanted to apologise.
They weren't very busy so she let me buy her a drink.
A drink or a bottle? Well, it has to be a bottle and it has to be champagne.
Ah, I see.
No, it's not what you're thinking.
She wasn't like the others.
She never asked me for money once, never ordered the most expensive drink.
Arlette needed to drink.
Well, she had to, didn't she? It's the only way she could do her act.
I wanted her to give it all up.
I was in love with her.
Did you want to marry her? I don't know.
I hadn't thought about that.
I'd not have married her right away but Did you tell her you were a policeman? No, I said I was a civil servant.
Did she love you? Last night, for the first time, I felt sure she did.
Why? Because she She never talked about her past .
.
her past life before, and last night she did.
She said there was this man.
She hadn't been able to shake him off.
It was all her own fault, apparently.
It was too late now.
She was trapped.
And I must stop coming to see her because there wasn't any point in it and it made her unhappy.
She seemed terrified of him, whoever he was.
Oscar? She never mentioned his name.
I swear she didn't overhear any conversation last night.
Not while I was there, anyway.
We were totally It was just me and her.
I'm sure there was no-one at the next table.
She must have made all that up because she wanted to report something she heard somewhere else.
That must be it, mustn't it? Did you stay until closing time? She wouldn't let me.
She knew I had to be up early for work.
Did you go to bed with her? No.
Why not? Because everyone wanted to do that.
All the men .
.
watching her act.
I could see it in their eyes.
I wanted something different.
Why didn't you give her protection? She came to you.
You knew the danger.
You must have done.
Come on, Lapointe.
It was your job.
She wouldn't be dead now if you To hell with you all! Sit down! (SOBS) I'm sorry, chief.
Pull your bloody self together.
Arlette denied she was ever in danger.
You're a policeman yourself.
You know what it's like.
If we gave protection for everyone who thought their life was in danger, then half the population of Paris would be in the police force.
Yes.
I want you to take some leave? A week at least.
No, chief.
No, I must be on this case.
I'm going soft, you know.
Get back to the office, see if Lucas needs some help.
Thank you, chief.
Janvier gave me this for you.
He found it in Arlette's room.
Thanks for remembering.
Back to the office.
I'll look after this.
I keep receipts for everything I buy.
Oh, here we are.
That's right - 10,000 francs to Mademoiselle Dubois.
Dubois? That's the name I was given.
And what did you give the money for? An emerald and diamond brooch.
How long ago was this? Four weeks, chief inspector.
I hope you don't mean it's a stolen property.
As you can see, I took all the precautions I could.
Did you ask for an identity card or proof of ownership of the brooch? No, Chief Inspector, one can hardly Is that it over there, by any chance? Let me see.
So it is.
That's lucky.
I haven't sold it yet.
May I see it, please? Certainly.
Please.
50,000 francs.
Pretty big mark-up.
Do you have an eyeglass, please? Yes, of course.
Please.
Thank you.
A-ha! Can I use your phone? 18 Rue Victor Masse.
That hallmark was the signature of a jeweller in Cannes.
Cannes? It was one of several pieces he made forguess who? A countess.
Yeah.
Countess Von Farnheim.
She lives quite near.
Better get a move on.
It's just round here on the Hello? Looks like we're too late.
Busy day, Chief Inspector.
Yes, it is.
Very similar to the last one.
Strangled from behind.
Could you photograph this, please? Somebody's robbed her bank, I'd say.
How long has she been dead? Can't be too definite yet.
Sometime in the night.
Five or six this morning at the latest.
Morphine.
She had it for years.
Marks all over her body.
Countess? Thank you, madame.
She lived here alone? Who'd live with her? Was she really a countess? So it would seem.
Anyway, she was married to a count.
For all that, she can't have been any great shakes.
Did she go out often? No, she sometimes stayed in for a week or more.
Not really a sight or sound of her.
And she'd dress up, put on hat and gloves, and out she'd go.
Almost like a lady.
How about visitors? Did she get many of those? There was one.
Long-haired boy who came here sometimes.
Nice-mannered, but scruffy.
He called her "Aunt".
Was this boy here last night or today? Not that I saw.
I don't see everything.
How can anyone? Do you recognise this young woman? Has she been here? Never.
How about a middle-aged man, good-looking, thick-set? No.
Does the name Oscar mean anything to you? My son's called Oscar.
How old is he? He's 17.
(WHISTLE) Excuse me, madame.
(WHISTLE) Up here, Chief Inspector.
What is it? I was checking the building, sir.
He's hiding up here.
He's run out on the roof.
All right, all right.
Don't touch me! Don't come near me! If you do, I'll jump.
No-one's going to hurt you.
Don't come near me! You don't want to kill yourself.
What's the point in that? I didn't do it.
Do what? I didn't.
I didn't! Did anyone say you did? You didn't kill the Countess? No, no.
Your fingerprints were all over her flat.
Well, yes, I mean, I went there.
Often.
I was a friend of hers.
But you didn't kill her? No, she was dead when I got there.
It was horrible.
Why did you hide? Why didn't you call the police? I knew what you'd think.
I had to hide.
Did you provide her with drugs? This is your bag.
You're on the records, Philippe.
You're a known addict, Philippe.
Did you provide her with drugs? I didn't kill her.
We were friends.
What sort of friends? Was she your mistress? For God's sake! You drank wine together, you took morphine together.
I am a writer.
She took an interest in my work.
You call this rubbish writing? I can't help it if you're pig-ignorant.
Don't you talk to me like that! Not now, Lucas.
Not now, please.
I'm sure he writes very artistically.
Tell me all you can about the Countess, Philippe.
After all, you were friends.
You must have talked together.
You tell me all you can about her.
(CLEARS THROAT) Well, we She, you know, she was She was rich.
Well, I mean, she was very rich.
Well, I mean, she was poor until she .
.
you know, met the Count.
(LAUGHS) At the Riviera.
That's where it was.
Well, he was old, much older than her.
Something like that.
Older, perhaps.
Older.
How long ago was that? Oh, er Long time, before the war.
I mean, he's been dead a long time.
Not married long.
15 years.
Something like that.
And she was, oh, not 30.
And she was beautiful.
You should see her pictures.
He left her his money? Oh, yes.
She was rich.
But everybody tried to grab it from her.
Who's everybody? Oh, you know, gamblers, gigolos, people called "friends".
Did she mention any names? No.
Well, I mean, not that I remember any.
You know how it is when you're When you're high? Yes.
Did she still have money? Not much.
I think she was gradually selling the jewels.
Did she give them to you to buy drugs? And did you give them to Who? And did Arlette give them to Oscar? Oscar? Who is Oscar, Philippe? I don't know an Oscar.
Oh, I think you do.
No, I don't, I don't.
I don't know anyone called Oscar.
I don't! I don't, please.
Can I Can I go now? I don't, I don't.
Well, at least we know Oscar exists.
That little pansy's terrified of him.
Do me a favour.
I know it goes against the grain but do your best to be his friend.
Yes, chief.
He's so desperate for a fix, he's bound to spill the beans.
Stick with him, even if it takes all night.
Right, Philippe, let's try again.
Found anything? Yes.
The Count and Countess, that's their house on the Riviera.
How about that for a place? Wouldn't like the upkeep.
And that's her as she was.
There were rumours of several love affairs while the old man either sat in the shadows or was dragged along in tow.
He and the Countess had separate suites.
That's him with her.
How did he die? They found his body one morning at the foot of the cliff.
It seems he went for a stroll in the middle of the night and fell off.
Or he jumped, or was pushed.
Well, it was investigated, but there was nothing suspicious.
Then, after he died, she just spent money like water.
Then, when most of it was gone, she moved to Paris.
The police lost track of her.
Any papers or documents in the flat? Yes.
Dozens of letters from the Count to her.
Beautiful love letters.
He pleaded with her to marry him.
"I know it won't last long.
I'm old and sick.
But that means, in a few years, you'll be free.
You'll still be beautiful and you'll be rich.
He seems to have written to her every day.
It's just "I love you" some of the time.
Poor old fool.
It's your job, Lapointe.
If you can't do it professionally, you should take some leave.
I've asked Nice to let us have as many names as they can from those days.
Any friends and hangers-on.
Good.
Well done.
Thank you, chief.
Chief! Going out? Picratt's Club.
Any news? Oh, yes.
Beer on the way? Right.
I've been doing the by-the-hour hotels.
Arlette was known in several of them.
Used to turn up with a client about 5am.
After the club had closed? Right.
She'd stay for about an hour, move on.
Did she get paid for that? That's what I asked.
They laughed.
Two beers.
"What do you think?" they said.
Poor Lapointe.
Don't tell him yet.
He can't face that.
No, no.
You know, this case isn't all that straightforward.
What do you mean? I like to know people.
I don't know her.
She doesn't fit any stereotype.
Well, is there any news of Arlette's family? No, the ID was false.
But her picture will be in the paper tomorrow.
So something might come of that.
There you go.
Thank you.
Yeah.
The clients she took to hotels.
Any regulars? Only one at one place.
The Hotel Picardi.
Sometimes she used to stay with him all day and leave about nine in the evening.
That doesn't sound like business.
Description? Middle-aged, on the heavy side.
Oh, not him again.
Right.
Look, get a photograph of Freddie, the club proprietor.
Show it to them.
See what comes of it.
Right, chief.
Do you think Freddie could be Oscar? Right, come on, we're open! Play properly.
If anyone comes in and here's that racket, they'll be font color="cya Of course I am.
Because a customer wants you on.
Trust me, Freddie.
You can have brandy, if you prefer.
But Freddie insists on their being champagne on show.
You should be getting ready soon, Betty.
Go to the dressing room.
Won't keep you long, madame.
Dressing room! That's for your benefit.
The only dressing room round here is their bedroom.
What did Arlette make of it all? It's a job, isn't it? She really got a kick from doing her act.
It seemed to excite her to turn men on.
Did she have a lover? I'm pretty sure there was a man.
Long-term, I think.
Had some sort of power over her, I'm sure.
I think he used to beat her up.
Either that or had some funny perversions.
What makes you say that? She used to have bruises.
She'd cover them up with powder and cold cream, but I saw them.
Apart from him, the nearest I've seen her come to love was with this young man who's been coming in lately.
She seemed very upset last night when he left.
She told me she thought she was a fool and if she'd made up her mind, she could have had a different life.
You really think she was going to run away with him? I asked her what she meant, but she just clammed up.
ROSE: Entertain the customer.
Tell me, how does Freddie manage to get so many women? (LAUGHS) He's the boss.
And he's got a certain something, don't you think? He's certainly got a certain something.
Champagne, monsieur? Only the very best, only the best in Picratt's.
We weren't particularly friendly, I'm afraid.
Why was that?/fo Well, she gave herself airs.
I didn't care for that.
What sort of airs? She couldn't believe anyone else could be interesting.
Thought she was the only one in the world.
She couldn't even dance.
Never had a lesson in her life.
All she could do was take her clothes off.
If she hadn't showed them everything she'd got, she wouldn't have had font color Did Arlette have a lover? Depends what you mean.
She was a bit of a nymphomaniac.
But then she was a convent girl.
When they go bad, they really go font color="yell How do you know she was a convent girl? Well, I don't, really.
She must have said so once.
But she didn't have a permanent lover? There's been some goof hanging round lately for the last couple of weeks.
But we all get that from time to time.
And no other powerful relationship in her life? She might have imagined that there was.
But that would be her all over, you see? (SLOW JAZZ TUNE) Definitely Freddie.
The hotel recognised him at once.
Sometimes he used to spend all day with her.
He told you it was only in font color="cy Are we gonna pick him up? Well, are we? Morning, chief.
Get anything out of Philippe? He's obviously dying for a fix, but he's still giving nothing on Oscar.
Want me to book him for pushing? No, not yet.
I'll grab some breakfast, if that's all right.
Get us a beer, will you? One night in the club, my head's thumping.
But surely, chief, Freddie and Oscar have gotta be one.
We've got a physical description that really fits.
We know he was lying about his relationship with her.
I'm listening to you.
Morning, Lapointe.
Feeling better? Something here might be interesting.
In the list from Nice, the Countess' chauffeur, a Monsieur Bonvoisin, first name, Oscar.
As soon as I saw her picture in the newspaper, I thought it was my duty to come.
Her mother never would.
She disowned her daughter four years ago.
Why was that? My brother made a very unsuitable marriage.
His bride was the daughter of an ironmonger and a nouveau snob of the very worst sort.
I suppose the poor girl rebelled.
She was expelled from her convent when she was 15.
She was just 16 when she left home for good.
What brought that about? I couldn't say.
I did hear that she'd been seen visiting Dr Potut.
Dr Potut is a gynaecologist.
Was she pregnant? Well, not for very long.
Is the father known or rumoured? How can one say? All I know is that, for two months before she visited the doctor .
.
she was away, at a little place called La Bourboule.
Yes.
That's my niece.
Her real name is Anne-Marie Trochau.
'Oscar Bonvoisin?' You've no idea where he is? No desire to.
What about the domestic agencies? You found me that way.
Can't you find him? No-one's heard of him.
You worked for the Countess Some poor girl will have done, you can bet on that.
A devil with women, Oscar was.
Just assumed they'd fall for him.
Enough of them did.
God knows why.
He wore built-up shoes.
How did he and the Countess get on? Two days after the old Count died, I saw him coming out of her bedroom.
That wasn't the first time, you can be sure.
It got so open after that that I soon gave my notice and left.
I wasn't having a chauffeur lord it over me.
Do you think the Count fell off the cliff? Oh, he fell, all right.
But which of them pushed him? I was just wondering whether you might recognise him? Could that be Oscar? Oh, no.
No, I don't think so.
Same sort of build, mind.
15 years since I saw him, of course.
But I don't think he's changed as font color Well, there's some more.
Have a look.
Oh, that's him, isn't it? Are you sure? You can hardly see him in that one.
No, no, not that one.
Him.
That's Oscar.
LUCAS: That is? So he's not Freddie? No, it's not Freddie.
And the cook heard he'd moved to La Bourboule.
He bought a house there.
I checked with the local police.
He only used it in the summer.
And he sold up and left four years ago.
And when did Arlette go to La Bourboule? Five years ago.
So Oscar was the father of her child? That's a fair assumption.
But why did he kill her? Perhaps somehow he knew she'd been to the police.
Perhaps Oscar knew that she was thinking of running away with La Do you think she was? I don't know.
That doesn't explain why he killed the Countess.
If he was supplying her with drugs, with Philippe as the go-between, why font color He was getting the money anyway.
Because the jewels were nearly gone.
When they had, she'd be craving for drugs she couldn't pay for.
He's have to keep supplying her or she'd tell someone he killed the font color="wh Look, I don't think we should distribute that photograph.
If he gets wind we're onto him, he'll run away.
There are two routes.
I think, between them, we'll get him.
No, no, I don't know him.
That face could be vaguely familiar but No, slower, slower.
It's supposed to be sexy.
New stripper.
Hopeless.
Gotta have one.
Makes you realise how great Arlette was.
When was this taken? Taken about a month ago.
You think Tania will know him? I shouldn't think so.
It's their job to sit on customers' knees.
Ask her.
I tried her lodgings.
She's not there.
Well, she'll be in at nine.
I'm hoping it'll be too late by then.
Can I use your phone? Trail the boa.
We're in here, too, front page.
It says we've questioned Philippe about the murder, he said nothing and, for the time being, we're releasing him.
Good.
Let's hope Oscar reads it.
If he does, he's bound to want to find Philippe in case we drag him in for another little chat.
How is Philippe? Now, there are customers here Oh, then he'll be looking for supplies? He hasn't got any money to buy them so Oscar's bound to be his main font color="wh Hopefully, he'll lead us straight to him.
Let him go now and don't lose him.
Trust me, chief.
What about Lapointe? Take him with you.
Tell him it's his job.
You're in.
Why did you lie to me about Arlette? Lie? You told me you'd never seen her outside the club.
Ah.
You'vebeen making enquiries.
Tact.
Better, better.
She can cope with it when it's here on the premises - with her per but if she got to know about sessions outside in a hotel, the same girl every time, especially Arlette She'd be afraid you were going to leave her.
And down.
For some reason, she doesn't want that.
Was it serious? Well, I've known hundreds of girls, maybe even thousands.
But I've never known one like Arlette.
She was the only girl I ever asked to go away with me.
So you were serious? Oh, yes.
Turned me down flat.
This bloke Oscar, or whoever he was I didn't stand a chance against him.
But if he had so much power over her, why did she go with so many men? Don't know.
Don't know what game they were playing.
If that's him, he has Tania on his knee in full view of her.
What was he doing in the club anyway? To see his creation, I should think.
His creation? I never really knew who Arlette was.
Sometimes I even wondered if she knew herself.
He taught her things I'd never even heard of.
What's more, she enjoyed it.
She never revealed herself.
Not really.
She was special.
It wasn't just sex.
She was more to me than that.
One more time.
This one's a bit different, God help us.
Not bad, not bad.
Upstairs, put your clothes on.
I'll come and help you.
If you find that Oscar bloke tonight, come back for a bottle on the Right.
Oi! Still in that one, is he? He's been there half an hour.
Before that, it was round and round the same few bars, asking for drugs but getting nowhere.
This is the third time he's been in here.
Now all he's doing is squatting, drinking red wine.
Easiest way of stopping the shakes.
Anyway, we thought you'd want to come out.
We're getting nowhere.
There's no sign of Oscar.
For all we know, he could I'm sorry, chief.
All right, let's get back to the plot.
Get some copies of that photograph Good God! Who's that? That's Tania from the club.
Stay here, Lucas.
Right, chief.
Come along with me, mademoiselle.
Pick him up, boys.
NO! Someone gave it me to give to him.
Just a packet, that's all.
I don't know what's in it.
Who gave it to you? I don't know.
(PHILIPPE SCREAMS) I don't.
What did this unknown person want you to do? Just go to the bar and ask for Philippe.
Nothing else? No.
Just tell him everything will be all right and to go home.
(BANGING AND SCREAMING) No! What's Philippe's address? 21 Boulevard Roche.
It's above a bookshop.
Anyone else live there? Young girl who works in the shop.
God, I'm a fool! He killed Arlette and the Countess in their own home.
I should have worked out he'd try to kill Philippe in his.
Stay outside, Janvier.
Cover the front.
Chief.
(WOMAN'S MUFFLED SCREAMS) Don't move.
Don't move Lights! .
.
or I'll kill her.
All right, all right.
I'll kill her.
All right! Put your gun down.
Put it down.
And the other one.
This building is surrounded, Oscar.
You fire a single Chief! It's OK.
Is that Albert? No, it isn't.
Shame.
I wanted to see him.
They never leave meany of them.
Oscar, we can talk about this.
Put the gun down What's happening? Wait.
Back off.
Do what he says.
Come on! Move! I'll kill her.
You know I will.
Oscar.
Again! Take care of her, Lucas.
Come on, lad.
It's all over.
It's all right.
Mind yourself.
We'll soon get you sorted out.
I've killed him.
Thank God.
What else could you do? It's your job.
Yeah.
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