THE MURDERS OF AGATHA CHRISTIE
Daddy?
Daddy, are you asleep?
Mummy, Daddy won't wake up.
Marie! Emma! Come quickly!
Come on, we'll have a photo.
I love you, Varga.
Five little pigs all going home
One, two, three, four, five
Five little pigs all going home
Five, four, three, two, one
FIVE LITTLE PIGS
What do you want? You've been following me since yesterday.
Amazing, Inspector Lampion. You spotted me even though I'm the best at tailing.
- You know my name? - I've read about you in the press.
Let me introduce myself. Detective Leblanc, specialist in adultery cases.
I'm not married.
A sense of humour too!
Discretion is crucial for a good detective. Let's not talk in the street.
I'll invite you to lunch.
No. I have work to do.
A criminal to lock up?
A report to write up in triplicate, most urgently.
Have you ever had potjevleesch made by the chef Anglès?
So, what do you say?
It's excellent.
I'm talking about my offer, not the food.
You're very kind, sir, but I already have a job,
and a boss whom I respect and admire.
Respect and admire...
That doesn't pay the bills.
How much do you earn in the police?
Not much, it's true.
But I have hopes. The chief inspector promised me a rise.
And you'll never get it. You know that.
Don't you have any ambition?
A man of your calibre?
I know Larosière. He's not a bad cop, but...
He's bad-tempered, it's true.
He's often unfair.
But he's brilliant. He's the best.
Lampion!
Ménard!
The inspector still hasn't arrived.
I've been waiting for an hour.
He went to get a sandwich.
He's baking the bread? Are you joking?
No, sir.
Get lost, then!
Larosière is blocking you.
You'll always be overshadowed by him.
No, he's not like that. He can be generous.
Even if he doesn't often show it.
Practically never.
I try very hard to find human qualities in him, but it's not easy.
He's manipulating you.
You're young now, but you won't be forever.
Thank you for the lunch.
And for the conversation.
Alright.
- You were looking for me? - Yes, I was.
Robbers are robbing, murderers are murdering, and I'm looking for Lampion!
- Is there a murder? - Shut up. What's this?
- My desk. - Is this your desk?
- It's a mess! - Well done. It's in a muddle now.
- Are you laughing at me? - Sorry, but that's my filing method.
Your filing method? I've been looking for the Poulard report for hours.
And I've been yelling your name in the police station for hours!
I may not have quite finished the Poulard report, but you're unfair.
I don't care about being fair.
You are my subordinate and you'll obey me.
You're nothing, Lampion. You're worthless.
I made you and I can break you like that!
My method is: tidy this up in three minutes!
Now!
You've gone too far!
RESIGNATION
Five little pigs all going home
The first one sleeps in prison
One, two, three, four, five
Mama...
My daughter.
My little girl.
I'm an old woman.
You're a woman now. You're so beautiful.
They told me you were dead.
Everyone lied to me for all these years.
I hate them.
No, Marie. It was better this way.
I didn't want you to grow up with your mother in prison.
Your life is elsewhere. You must forget me and be happy.
I can't.
Not any more.
I was a sad and silent little girl.
The girl who'd lost her parents.
The pity everyone has for you stops you being really happy.
Mama...
Time's up.
Don't come again.
You're so much like him.
Mama...
I didn't kill him.
ONE MONTH LATER
The camera's useless.
Paid for in cash by the cuckold.
- Which one? - Mauberg.
The investigation isn't over. There's no proof...
He's coughed up. Move on.
Look. You can't see a thing.
She's laughing. A laughing woman is an easy woman.
Anyway, her husband gave her a slap. It's all fine.
- Mauberg beat his wife? - She'll calm down for a bit.
Right.
Anyway...
I've got a case on the go.
A case with a pretty little bit of skirt.
It would be a crime to keep her waiting.
Come in, my dear young lady.
No wedding ring yet? No, don't say anything.
You have doubts about your fiancé.
You're upset. The Leblanc Agency is here to serve you.
Young ladies in distress are Detective Lampion's speciality.
I have no doubts about my fiancé, but I do about this agency.
I've wasted your time. Goodbye, sir.
Wait, miss.
If you've come this far, you must be in need of help.
Come in, please.
- Miss...? - Miss Dumarchand.
I used to assist Chief Inspector Larosière in his police investigations.
Without boasting, I solved a great many.
Sit down, please.
I'm listening.
I always thought my father died of a heart attack.
Daddy, are you asleep?
Mummy, Daddy won't wake up.
Varga... Varga!
Daddy.
I was told my mother died of grief soon afterwards.
I was taken to an aunt in the South. She brought me up.
I'm going to get married soon, and...
And you've discovered a terrible secret.
My mother has been in prison for 15 years for the murder of my father.
Why have you come to see me, Miss Dumarchand?
My real name is Varga.
My mother has always said she was innocent
and that my father killed himself.
I want to know what happened 15 years ago.
I don't know if that's a good idea.
My father, Diego Varga, was an artist. His paintings are valued. I have money.
Well, I will have when I come of age in a few months.
It's not a question of money. It's just...
It's possible that the truth won't be what you want to hear.
Are you refusing?
I didn't say that.
My mother didn't kill him. I know.
At six years old one doesn't remember much.
I know it. That's all.
It's up to you to prove it.
I was just passing and I saw you.
I know we had a difference of opinion, Chief Inspector. I'm sorry.
But a new career has opened up for me and I thought we might...
What might we do, Mr Lampion?
Make jolly conversation like old friends?
Talk about this splendid suit you're wearing,
paid for with easy money earned from people's misfortune?
You and I are in different worlds now. I am and always will be a man of ideals.
I therefore have nothing more to say to you.
You pushed me to the limit, Chief Inspector.
Whatever I do, nothing ever pleases you.
Good evening.
As you like.
I'm doing very well without you too.
Good evening.
- Sir? - No dessert, thank you.
I know you were going to telephone, but I'm impatient.
- Have you seen my mother's lawyer? - Oh, yes... Yes.
So, according to Mr Chlezw... It's impossible to pronounce.
Chlezwarski.
My fiancé is from a Polish family.
Does he think my mother's guilty too?
He defended her.
He could even have obtained a lighter sentence
if your mother had fought alongside him.
But he avoided the death penalty.
That's not what I'm interested in.
Do I seem so delicate, Mr Lampion?
People have always lied to me.
I'll never lie to my children.
I don't need to be protected.
Alright.
The poison, hemlock,
was found in Emma's bedroom.
She served the poisoned beer to your father.
He must have suffered terribly.
- What was the motive? - A crime of passion.
Your father's mistress had moved into the home.
A young woman?
Only 20 years old, yes.
According to my understanding, he didn't hide anything.
He was open with everyone.
Your mother couldn't bear it.
You deal with cases of adultery all the time.
Do all deceived wives kill their husbands?
Your mother didn't even defend herself.
She insisted on the improbable theory of her husband's suicide.
Why improbable?
Because your father seemed like a man of pleasure
who thought only of himself and his art.
I'm sorry.
Let's go through the Chlezwarski file.
We can look at the facts with hindsight. Between us we'll find something.
Unfortunately the file was burnt in a fire at the offices of Mr...
your mother's lawyer, two years ago.
What can we do? You must find a solution.
Chief Inspector!
- What? - Wait for me.
Get in, then.
You think I'd have the skills to make a good detective?
Well, you've caught me on the hop...
I never get a chance here. But I'm clever. Very clever.
I'll be in the archives two minutes.
I'm not daft.
I hear Lampion came to take the air of the police station.
That's what he said. He even visited the archives.
And how long was he in the archives? Long enough for a big breath, a puff,
or long enough to be thoroughly permeated?
Or long enough to make a complete fool of you, Ménard?
Dambressan!
- Go to the archives. - This man is a crucial witness...
Listen. I give the orders, you carry them out.
A file is missing. Find it.
I can't find it if it's not there.
Dambressan, do you think I'm an idiot?
No, of course not.
- Ménard? - No.
Or a comedian?
No. I want the name of the file that's missing, you simpleton. The name!
Shut up and go!
Get to work, Ménard!
Miss Demeusy?
Jeannine Demeusy?
Yes.
Five little pigs all going home
The second one is full of sorrow
One, two, three, four, five
It was a very sad business.
Why do you want to write a book about it, Mr Lampion?
Well, let's say that the tragic fate of the characters has moved me.
I'm fascinated by the complexity of the characters and the drama that occurred.
I'm passionate about literature
and I need you to help me get close to the truth, to transcend it.
I'm sure you understand.
Yes, perhaps.
I don't write but I find constant pleasure in reading.
I'm rereading The Human Comedy at the moment.
Me too. I love Flaubert.
So, you were Marie's nanny at the time.
No, I wasn't.
I was responsible for the education of Colette, Mrs Varga's half-sister.
I have the appropriate qualifications and culture.
And for your information Balzac wrote The Human Comedy.
I don't know what you want, but you're a liar. Get out.
Wait, I can explain...
Climb on your motorcycle and skedaddle.
I'm here at the request of Marie.
Is Marie here?
She recently learnt of the tragedy and it's very hard for her.
Please... She needs to go back to that time and I can't help her without you.
That summer life changed, things became unravelled.
Yes.
It all started when that woman arrived.
You should have finished a long time ago, Colette.
Concentrate.
- It's Diego! - Colette...
You're late. We expected you yesterday.
Did you bring me my pastels?
I can't stand the old bag. Won't you dismiss her?
You're still such a little pest.
Even more so.
Emma was waiting for you too. She didn't say anything.
But I saw she was sad.
Something cropped up.
That was me.
Darling, this is Alice.
I'm going to paint her portrait.
It's bound to be brilliant.
I suppose I should prepare the blue room.
Yes.
- That will be the most practical. - I love blue.
Will you show me my room?
This way.
- I can tell I'll like it here. - I think you'll like it too.
- Colette has run off again. - Yes, madam.
Did you pass my husband?
She's called Alice. Diego wants to paint her.
She's really very beautiful, isn't she?
I find her... a little vulgar.
And young.
So young.
Mrs Varga didn't confide in me, but she was worn down and in despair.
She had reasons but I don't know if she killed him.
Varga thought only of himself.
He was a monster.
His art was like him.
Violent. Obscene.
I hate his paintings.
I like restraint, Mr Lampion.
Vulgar displays of sentiment make me feel sick.
She was even worse than him.
A capricious little vixen.
Unbearable.
Who? Alice?
Nasty.
Cruel.
I'm hungry.
I'd like a snack.
You can eat later.
The light's perfect.
What about me? What am I?
You...
I must save all my energy.
It's your loss.
- Who was the man that arrived earlier? - A childhood friend.
Turn your head a tiny bit. Stop.
He comes every summer.
He shuts himself up in his laboratory with his flasks and books.
You can't hold a pose, can you?
- How old is Emma? - 32.
Really?
She looks it, doesn't she?
Oh, the lady's all wet.
The rain's warm. It's like being in the shower.
The maestro is in a foul mood. I thought we'd never stop.
I'm quite numb.
Alice is a friend of Diego's. Well, she's his model for a few days.
Jean-Charles is a childhood friend of Diego's.
Jean-Charles Humbert, professor of botany.
The conversation at dinner will be fascinating.
You're all red and sweating.
This heat is most uncomfortable.
And sweating, my dear young lady, is a physical phenomenon.
Yes, I know. It must be embarrassing, though.
Colette.
When you're dry, perhaps you'd like a cup of tea?
Oh, no.
I'd think I was getting old.
Everyone sitting around with their cups. Can you imagine me doing that?
No, I can't.
I prefer beer.
If you don't mind, I'll drink beer for these few days.
- Jean-Charles. - Yes?
Shut your mouth. You look like a frog.
Boss...
Chief Inspector, Mr Lampion.
I see you keep up appearances in your profession.
You look like a real racer.
A slight mechanical problem.
I'm not surprised. You learn quickly.
Your job as a snooper holds no secrets for you now.
- I don't understand. - Really?
How long do you think a theft from police premises will get you?
I only borrowed it. I was going to put it back.
Really?
By sneaking in after dark like a vulgar little cat burglar?
If I'd asked, you'd have said no.
Of course.
You've stooped very low, Lampion.
The lure of money, I suppose?
Not at all. I'm doing my work.
And do you know what?
My work is recognised and well thought of.
I feel that I'm valued.
And there's no one making me feel I have no talent all day long.
Yes, I earn money.
And I feel that I'm someone,
not just the incompetent subordinate of Chief Inspector Larosière.
I won't have any, thank you.
- Are you almost on duty? - Indeed.
And if I remember rightly, your liking for alcohol
allowed a murderer to strangle a young woman under your nose.
- That's low. - Sorry, I'm stooping to your level.
That said, you run no risk of another blunder with the Varga case.
A fascinating case, 15 years old.
A story of sex and the eternal love triangle with the murderess behind bars.
It is indeed possible that the murderess is already behind bars,
since you didn't lead the investigation.
- What do you mean? - In the Vallabrègues case
you had an innocent man locked up.
And that man died in prison.
I should have left you to stew in your crass ignorance.
I taught you everything, Lampion. Everything!
And here you are, proudly collecting cuckolds' horns like trophies.
I challenge you to solve this case before I do.
The investigation is closed. You can't reopen it.
That's my problem. I'll solve the case in two days,
while you'll still be floundering around.
I would no doubt make better progress if I had a copy of the file, sir.
It's a minimal disadvantage for someone so brilliant.
Nevertheless, I'll be a good sport.
The young mistress, Alice,
is now Mrs Henri Lavalette, of Lavalette Factories.
Did you know that?
No.
She's already on her third husband.
Mr Lampion.
Larosière.
I trust him, Mama. He's bound to find something.
I'm sure the investigators missed a detail at the time.
I'll get you out of here.
- There's no point, darling. - I don't understand you.
We can't do anything if you don't help us.
I don't remember. I was too young.
You must talk, defend yourself. I can't stand seeing you like this.
If you don't believe in it, whatever I do is useless.
Marie, you must let the dead sleep in peace.
- We must wake them so they can speak! - Stop it now.
I don't want a new investigation.
Nothing is important to me now. I died when he did.
Marie couldn't get to sleep.
She may be very young, but she feels things.
I'm sorry, Emma.
- I'm really sorry. - I know, Diego.
You're always sorry.
Yes.
This girl...
She's very beautiful.
She's everything an artist can dream of.
Is it different this time?
Are you in love?
Tell me.
You can't leave me like this.
Madam refuses to see you.
Tell Mrs Lavalette that I won't keep her long.
Try again, please...
- I can come back later. - You're not welcome.
If you come back, I'll set the dogs on you. Is that clear?
Yes, very clear.
Chief Inspector? Haven't you gone to lunch?
I don't like eating alone. Go outside, Dambressan.
Find somewhere else to scatter your crumbs.
Five little pigs all going home
One, two, three, four, five
The third one is a bachelor
Look, this is enough now, Mr...
Lanterne, like a light or a torch.
I don't care.
This is the second time you've forced your way in. I've nothing to say.
The day before the murder, Emma, her husband Varga and three other people
went to your laboratory.
There's nothing there. No plants, no decoctions, no memories either.
Nothing to write a chapter of your book with.
This is harassment and it's not allowed.
- You've left me no choice. - Police!
- Where's the troublemaker? - Here.
Chief Inspector?
You shouldn't have come. I can deal with this problem.
So where's the maniac?
Leave this place, Dambressan.
Now.
Chief Inspector?
Right. Now the introductions have been made,
let's start again.
The day before the murder, Emma, her husband Varga and three other people
went to your laboratory.
Conium maculatum.
Poison hemlock.
Not as good as Poison Ivy.
What?
Obviously you don't know about dancing girls in the music halls.
Don't make that face, Jean-Charles. You know me. I love to tease you.
- It's poisonous, isn't it? - Yes, indeed. Highly poisonous.
A few grams of the green fruits are enough in theory
to cause the death of a human being.
I've distilled a flask of it.
Let's see. Where is it?
Here it is.
- It stinks. - Yes.
The smell is like the urine of mice or cats.
- Especially if you crush the leaves. - We can do without it, thank you.
So three drops and... poof!
Poof, yes...
The Athenians used it for those sentenced to death or ordered suicides.
I don't understand any Latin.
It's Greek. From Plato's Phaedo.
A terribly boring thing describing the death of Socrates.
But perfect for revising your Greek.
Instead of fiddling, you can translate for the young lady.
No, I want to have a swim.
Please, Colette, do as your teacher asks.
So...
Socrates said that his legs were becoming numb.
He lay on his back. His body grew cold and rigid.
When the cold reached his heart. Socrates would be gone.
What? It's rather a pleasant death.
I'm going for a swim.
Of course, the account seems rather sanitised to me.
It's actually very painful.
Socrates's serenity doesn't match the convulsions,
the bulging eyes or contorted face of those poisoned by hemlock.
Hence the theory that the Greeks' lethal drink also contained opium and...
And what happened next?
- When Socrates died? - No, in your laboratory.
I think everyone left.
- Are you sure? - It's such a long time ago.
I think Emma stayed inside on her own for a moment.
Yes, that's right.
I exchanged a few words at the door with young Alice.
And Emma joined us.
Unfortunately I only discovered the poison was missing the next day.
Poor Emma. She was at the end of her tether. It was sad to see.
Varga had pushed her to the limit.
He was often unfaithful, wasn't he?
Geniuses can be forgiven for much.
Diego should have been more careful. Emma had already been violent.
Really?
She was a child. She disfigured her half-sister who was then only five.
The girl was marked for life. It was an act of pure spite.
You say one thing, then the opposite. Was she gentle or violent?
- Victim or executioner? - I don't know!
You're confusing me with your questions. I live here with my books.
I don't know anything about women and I don't want to harm anyone.
I don't understand why the police are interested in this case again.
I told you it's not an official investigation.
Your testimony at Emma's trial was damning.
I told the truth, Chief Inspector. Nothing but.
I've had more than enough.
You've gone too far, do you hear?
- I'm sick of this too. - No, stay here!
It's too easy. Whenever there's a problem you run away.
I'm not running away. I'm going to paint.
Can't you see you've gone too far this time, Diego? That I could kill you?
It's true. You should kill me.
It's not nice to listen at doors.
So the girl caught you in the act of curiosity?
It wasn't intentional.
And I wasn't the only one listening.
No?
When I went out on the terrace, Alice was there.
I don't want to see you any more, Diego. Go away. Go away!
Emma finds it hard to accept the inevitable.
Are you seducing another girl? Don't you ever stop?
- No, I... - I'm joking.
When will you relax a bit?
Do you think I'm going to paint you like that?
- I'll be two minutes. - Yes.
It's not my business, but this is an impossible situation. It'll end badly.
- No. - Yes.
No, I said. It's a beautiful day.
- Diego... - I don't have time.
I warned him, but he never listened to me.
How did he behave with you?
Diego?
He was... my friend.
And were you his friend? Was he capable of real friendship towards you?
He teased me sometimes, it's true.
But, yes, I think...
You're annoying me with your questions.
You said it's an unofficial investigation. I don't have to answer.
Indeed.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
I'm confused.
You'd almost think she blames me for bringing up the past.
- I'm feeling discouraged. - That's not like you.
Have you found anything out?
Nothing very new.
Well...
Nothing to take us in the direction you hope for.
Your mother might be right. There's still time to stop this.
What did Jeannine say to you?
She doesn't like Alice much.
Draw the curtains, please, Annette.
Are they lace?
Yes, Calais lace.
I think it's quite ugly.
Let's say we don't have the same tastes.
It's true. I don't like your furniture much either.
My parents have more or less the same style.
I'll change it all when I live here.
Diego, I'd like a glass of wine.
Sorry, I'm not sure I understood you.
When you live where?
Here.
Enough, Alice.
I thought Diego had spoken to you.
He really should have done.
We're going to get married.
Impossible. He's married to Emma.
We'll do it when the divorce comes through.
- Why? - Be quiet and eat.
I don't like beetroot.
It's very good for you.
You will eat. Full stop.
- No, I won't eat. - Leave the table, then.
Why are you lashing out at her?
That's right. Defend her like you always do.
Her attitude is intolerable. You're unbearable.
Go to your room.
I'll be better off when you're divorced.
In September you'll go to boarding school.
I won't! I won't go!
I posted the form this morning.
I hate you! Your paintings are lousy! I wish you would die!
Don't you have anything to say to me, Diego Varga?
Or are you too much of a coward?
You couldn't have stopped yourself and kept quiet?
We love each other.
I don't want to hide it. Tell her, Diego.
Yes, say it, Diego.
It's true. End of discussion.
Everyone knows I would kill Varga rather than leave him to you.
It doesn't mean anything. It was just words.
Maybe, but it's a fact that your father wanted to divorce.
He was going to leave her.
I'm sorry, but it's possible that in spite of everything Emma is guilty.
No.
No!
Five little pigs all going home
The fourth one is too haughty
One, two, three, four, five
May I help you, madam?
This should be enough.
I don't understand.
Mrs Lavalette! Please sit down.
Cash the cheque and forget about this case.
I'm investigating for Miss Varga. I've already been paid.
I forbid you to search through my life with your filthy hands.
My husband has enough influence to close this agency.
I don't doubt it, but I've made a commitment to the young lady.
Tell her that her mother stole my life.
That her punishment was far too light.
I'd have been pleased to see her head cut off and in a basket.
My dear Emile, you're much too sentimental.
I don't think so. It's a question of ethics.
Oh, such grand words!
Good Lord, Lampion! No ethics can resist such a sum of money.
You've been on the case from the start. I'll let you tell the young lady.
You're too kind.
I'm sorry, but I cannot.
I couldn't look myself in the face if I gave up.
And I can't have Lavalette on my back. So we'll forget it.
Anyway I need you on the Prévost case. Watch the house on the Rue Lafayette.
You can go as soon as you've sorted out the detail of the Varga case.
I don't like your methods.
You're mercenary and cynical.
Goodbye, Mr Leblanc.
I'm sorry.
What am I to do with your excuses?
- I understand. - No, you don't.
You have no idea of the hopes I placed in you.
Even worse, you don't care. You see only your gain.
How much did that woman pay you to drop my case?
Wait, Miss Varga.
Sit down and let's try to find a solution.
You're pathetic, Mr Lampion.
Tell Mrs Lavalette that I won't give up.
Marie!
Are you alright?
Are you OK?
It's nothing. I had a fright, that's all.
- The car was aiming straight for you. - No.
It happened because of you. I was angry with you and didn't pay attention.
I'm still worried.
Don't try to be a hero. You're not up to it.
Leave me alone!
What now?
No, Mr Lampion. Don't come in. I don't receive renegades.
I'm going to write a note saying so to Ménard.
I made a mistake.
Pardon?
I was wrong. I made a mistake.
You made a mistake? You, Lampion?
You surprise me.
Leblanc is only after money and he has no principles.
You were rather more cutting when we last met.
I wasn't thinking.
Please forgive me.
Very well. Close the door.
No, the other way round.
With you outside it, Lampion.
I have a request, Chief Inspector.
I'd like to return to my post.
If you could speak to the chief constable...
Look, Emile, you're in luck.
I'm a good fellow. Yes, I really am.
I don't mind trying, but I can't promise anything.
It will be difficult, it may even be pie-in-the-sky.
Thank you, boss.
And stop buttering me up like that. It's annoying.
Where have you got to with the Varga case?
- I had to stop my investigation. - Very well. I'll continue on my own.
No one can buy off Chief Inspector Larosière.
Something odd happened.
Marie was the victim of an apparent accident,
but it might have been an attempt at intimidation.
- Why? - I don't know.
To prevent her raking up the past, to force her to stop.
No. It doesn't make sense and it no longer concerns you.
I'm now going to have to find you a place somewhere. Thank you, Lampion.
- Excuse me. - Not at all.
I can't wake up my daddy!
Mummy can't either! He's all dead...
No!
Diego!
Right, you have to be very, very careful.
It seems like nothing, but it's very hard to apply a stamp really straight.
Look. Like this.
Your turn now.
Don't worry. With a bit more practice...
The kepi looks very nice.
The moustache on the other hand...
He's a new man since you came back.
Tell me about you and this boy.
- Samuel? - Sam.
He's kind.
And serious too. Perhaps a bit too much.
No, that's good.
He's finishing his studies to be a lawyer.
He looks like a little boy when he takes off his glasses.
I approached him.
I think I loved him right away.
What next?
He wants us to go to America.
It's such a long way away. Why?
He says the coming years will be terrible here.
The world is changing.
It's such a long time since I knew anything about outside.
Already?
Daddy, are you asleep?
Listen, Marie.
Go and fetch the others quickly. Run. Hurry.
Hurry up!
Oh, you idiot. I can't do this.
- I'll stop. - Aren't you well?
Don't move. I'll be alright.
My muscles are stiff. It happens.
My goodness. I've fallen in love with an old man.
Very funny.
Am I disturbing you?
My neck hurts. Can I relax for a bit?
Yes, relax. Go and have lunch.
Get lost, both of you. I want to be alone.
- Chief Inspector...? - Larosière. Jean Larosière.
We were introduced at the chief constable's reception.
It's a pleasure to meet you again.
First a detective, now the police.
Have you been spying on me for long?
What an ugly word. No, I didn't want to disturb your solitude.
What are you looking for?
I really don't know.
I was trying to imagine this place
populated with laughter, voices and tears.
And I suddenly saw you
also listening to the voices of the past.
You're wrong, Chief Inspector.
I don't burden myself with memories. Memories are for weak people.
You're right.
One suffers less.
"In the lonely park frozen like glass
Two forms recently passed."
"In the lonely park frozen like glass
Two ghosts recalled the past."
"The sky was so blue and hopes so high."
You've missed your vocation.
I like Verlaine.
Goodbye, Chief Inspector.
See you soon.
Beautiful and cold Alice.
- Chief Inspector Larosière, please. - He's busy.
But he called me.
In that case, it's the last door on the right.
Thank you.
Rule number one: always say the chief inspector is busy.
What is it, Lampion?
I need the witness statement of...
Look in the cabinet and be done with it.
Sometimes one sees things and interprets them wrongly.
No. I know what I saw.
In the visiting room I had a sort of flashback.
I saw my mother wiping the prints off the bottle with her skirt.
That's concerning.
She was wiping the evidence.
I'm the daughter of a murderess.
I didn't want to lie to my fiancé and my children later,
but now I don't know. I'm scared of being a coward.
- Are you still here? - I'm going.
I was just wondering why she would wipe her fingerprints.
Why do you think a murderer removes clues?
With a slight effort you should think of it.
Mr Lampion?
It's just that everyone saw Emma serve the beer to her husband.
It doesn't make sense. Her action served no purpose.
Why is that detective...
My God.
Inspector Lampion is the most gifted police officer of his generation.
Diego!
Diego, my love!
What have you done to him?
You've killed him!
Calm down, Alice.
No one has killed Mr Varga. He's clearly had a seizure.
Tell her.
Of course, I'm not a doctor.
But one might believe it... I might believe it...
Someone stole some hemlock from my laboratory.
What?
Diego has been poisoned.
We must call the police.
It's impossible. No one could have done that.
She's the one who did it.
She served him the beer.
She killed him.
She did it.
Oh, Emma, my God!
I didn't kill him. I didn't kill him.
I didn't kill him.
Varga killed himself.
I liked to call him by his surname.
Right, let's say suicide for a moment.
- Varga didn't steal the poison. - No, I did.
Why?
I don't know. It was on impulse.
My life was falling apart. I felt bad. I thought about ending it all.
Colette had just read the last moments of Socrates.
It seemed like a gentle death.
Believe me, it's nothing of the kind. It's violent, painful.
Leave me alone.
I was judged. I'm entitled to be left in peace.
I'd like to know why you didn't defend yourself during your trial.
You have nothing to say to me?
Who are you protecting, Mrs Varga?
Tell Marie she must put this behind her.
Colette?
- Don't tell me you're drinking beer. - No, it's for Diego.
I was horrible to him yesterday evening.
Give it to me. I'll take it to him.
I'll talk to him about the boarding school.
- Really? - Don't worry. It'll work out.
For you too?
Yes. No doubt.
Five little pigs all going home
The fifth one is very naughty
One, two, three, four, five
May I show you in?
Miss Lemercier.
Thank you for coming so quickly.
I don't understand. Have you reopened the investigation?
Not exactly. Thank you, Lampion.
Have you been able to speak to the chief constable?
Unfortunately he doesn't want to know. Be patient, my friend.
If you please.
You're making progress. Your "urgent" stamp is almost perfect.
I miss her. I don't know why she refuses my visits.
- Perhaps she's ashamed? - Of what?
She didn't kill Diego. I know her too well.
She might have hit him or pushed him over a cliff,
but she's not capable of premeditation or coldness.
She said she thought about ending her life.
Did you notice how low she was?
No. But I was a carefree young girl and she always protected me.
She was very jolly with me.
Emma!
Emma, look!
I've caught lots.
- Help me catch them. They'll run away. - Very funny. They pinch.
Catch them!
I'll try, but put it down.
Oh, no... It's the old bag. Hide me quickly, Emma.
I'm looking for Colette.
I haven't seen her.
Sorry, Jeannine. This is our dinner that's trying to escape.
She'll drive me mad.
Colette!
Colette, she's gone. You can come out.
I'll work this evening, I promise.
Varga never stops.
- Do you think Alice is beautiful? - Yes. Very beautiful.
I think she's stupid. You'd think she's never read a book.
Yes, she's half stupid and I'm half pretty.
When you feel ready, we'll go and see a top surgeon in Paris.
No. No one's going to touch my face.
It's mine and I'm keeping it.
I love your face.
I could never stop her feeling guilty.
With reason, after all.
No. After all, I bear no grudge against her.
My mother adored me. She took no notice of Emma. It was as if she didn't exist.
I was four or five years old, unbearable, capricious.
That day I must have overstepped the mark.
My sister was ironing and she threw the iron in my face.
It was an act of anger, not an attempted murder.
How was your relationship with Diego?
We loved each other, even though we argued all the time.
Jeannine Demeusy?
Miss Demeusy...
She said there was a violent argument between Diego and you
the day before the murder.
Really?
I don't know. If she says so, she must be right.
I was a nuisance. I played tricks on him.
One day I even put worms in his bed. He was furious.
And then I lost him.
Emma too.
It was as if I was an orphan.
Will you be able to help my sister, Chief Inspector?
If she's innocent.
You don't believe she is either?
I didn't sleep a wink all night.
The youngest has chickenpox.
- Will you come with me, Lampion? - Have I got my job back?
The post of inspector isn't for gadflies.
And there's Dambressan, who's very good.
But anyway I still have hopes.
Chief Inspector!
Chief Inspector, wait for me!
Apart from Emma, who else could have a motive?
Jean-Charles. Maybe he was sick of being Varga's punchbag.
- To the point of killing? - Sometimes it's very hard to bear.
- What do you know about it? - I'm just supposing.
Right. Anyone else?
- There's Colette. - Ah, yes.
Colette didn't want to go to boarding school.
Your thoughts are pertinent, my dear Emile.
Thank you, boss.
And thank you for the opportunity to continue the investigation with you.
One progresses in an investigation by discussion.
A police officer, however brilliant, always needs a partner.
Someone who asks the right questions.
Ah, team work.
Training an inspector, moving forward side by side.
Unfortunately, sometimes one doesn't choose the right person.
Where are we going?
We have an appointment with the past.
Five little pigs all going home
One, two, three, four
- Five little pigs all going home - You're it
Now I've found you we'll see each other often.
You haven't changed, Miss Demeusy.
Am I still an old bag?
- Shall I take off the covers? - No, there's no point.
- Thank you for coming. - Alice isn't here.
She won't come.
Yes, she will. She lost her life and her youth here.
The hopes and dreams of a young woman were destroyed that summer
with the death of Varga.
Don't tell me you pity her.
It's true. Without her nothing would have happened.
I'm a mature man. The fragility of youth affects me.
The vulnerability of youth is so unpitying.
Still as pompous, Chief Inspector.
Alice!
Spare me any gushing. This isn't a reunion of friends.
Indeed.
There's no need to say I look like him.
You bear a grudge but you know nothing.
I know enough.
Love gives one every right.
- You're in my light. - I was at your viewing yesterday.
I know.
You don't go unnoticed.
I know.
- Is that a compliment? - Yes.
You're really very beautiful.
- I want a portrait. - I don't do them.
I want one.
Look at me.
- I'm going to fall in love with you. - I won't resist.
Diego sacrificed everything for us.
Emma knew it. She killed him.
You weren't the first girl he took a shine to. She knew that too.
After a few weeks he came back.
I think unfortunately this time Emma realised it was different.
You mother was suffering so much. It hurt to see her like that.
Diego noticed. He realised the harm he was doing to those around him.
He saw no way out other than taking his own life.
Miss Varga is no longer a child who needs to be told stories.
It's true.
I just want it to be over.
Obviously Diego's egocentric personality rules out the idea of suicide.
I still think he killed himself.
The meanderings of the human soul...
Please! What do you know about it?
You're just a pathetic old virgin. Diego was a man, a real man.
The fact that I'm not married doesn't mean I don't see things clearly.
And I'm a man too.
Really?
Thank you for saving me. I'm aching all over.
Diego only thinks of himself.
You're right there. He'll make you unhappy.
Pardon?
You're making a mistake.
I'm here. I have money... You'll lack for nothing.
Alice, I'm crazy about you. You're driving me mad.
I think I got carried away.
You're ridiculous.
Still no woman in your life?
It could be a nice motive for getting rid of Varga, couldn't it?
And you had poison within easy reach.
You're mad!
Varga belittled you. You were his punchbag.
Why didn't you mention the theft from your laboratory?
I was going to.
I thought Diego was alone while Alice went to change.
But Emma was with him when I arrived.
It was mid-morning.
It's really cruel, Varga.
Excuse me. Diego, I must speak to you.
I see no one wants to let me work today.
Alice is cold, Emma is at war with me over Colette, and now you.
Diego, I'm not at war with you, I brought you a beer.
Jean-Charles, he won't budge on the boarding school. Help me persuade him.
Not now. Go away, please...
I realised later she'd just poisoned him.
But how could one have imagined...
She was so normal.
You're not talking about suicide any more.
Varga had all the women at his feet and when you finally came out of your shell
you were scorned.
How did you feel afterwards? Jealous? Furious?
That's enough! This is unbearable!
There's one culprit and it's Emma.
She sat down to lunch without a trace of remorse.
And during that time she knew Diego was dying.
What's going on?
Emma!
What's that face? Don't you like it?
You're wrong. I love oysters.
Any more for anyone?
Alice?
No, I'll leave them for you.
That's kind. For once you're leaving me something. I'm very touched.
You're not eating, Jean-Charles. Are you well?
I'm a bit worried. I must go back to my laboratory.
I'll just have a coffee.
I'll take Diego his.
Thank you, Alice. I'll do it myself.
Can I come too?
Of course, darling. Come along.
She was here... Sitting here.
She was eating.
Then she got up. She knew she would find him dead.
And she still took you with her.
You're lying!
She never could have acted like that.
You're right. Emma's behaviour was odd in several ways during that morning.
She was bruised, wounded, abandoned, thinking only about dying.
In the morning Jean-Charles heard her arguing violently with her husband.
She shouted that she could kill him.
And shortly afterwards she was calmly talking with him about Colette's future,
she took him a cold beer and had a jolly lunch with her friends.
Strange, isn't it?
At the trial you also testified to the row between the couple.
I was on the terrace. She shouted so loud it was hard not to hear.
She knew she'd lost Diego. I can still hear her voice.
As if it were yesterday.
"I could kill you."
Can't you see you've gone too far this time, Diego?
Can't you see I could kill you?
You're a swine, an egotist and a coward.
Emma, let's be adults. There's no point in rowing. In two days I'll be gone.
You can't do that to me after 12 years of marriage. Not like this.
Diego, please. I can put up with anything. Stay.
It's over.
I'm sorry, Emma.
I love Alice.
You're a real bastard.
I hate you! I hate you!
I can confirm it.
Making a threat in anger is one thing, but carrying it out is another.
- He's right, Marie. - No.
He's wrong and so are you.
My mother did it.
I can understand her action, but she did it.
It's hard, my dear,
but it's best to face the truth.
That's very true, Miss Demeusy.
The truth sometimes takes a long time to draw out,
but in the light of your memories I can tell you that Emma is innocent.
What about my memories?
I saw her wiping her fingerprints off the bottle.
Yes, she did that.
But she was wiping someone else's fingerprints off.
Yours.
You've gone mad.
You had a blazing row with Diego the day before the murder.
Possibly, but it has nothing to do with it.
You have a lot of imagination.
You'd already played a number of tricks on Varga.
Yes, childish things. Worms in his bed.
Vinegar in his water.
Emma didn't let you testify at the trial and sent you to school
in order to keep you away. She sacrificed herself for you.
Colette, don't tell me you're drinking beer.
No, it's for Diego.
I was horrible to him yesterday evening.
Give it to me. I'll take it to him.
I'll talk to him about the boarding school.
Really?
I'd forgotten.
With Diego's death I forgot I'd stolen some catnip from the laboratory.
I didn't put it in. It would only have caused stomach ache.
It was just a bad joke.
I'd never have hurt him.
How could Emma have thought...?
My God...
I didn't kill Diego.
And I'd never have let Emma be accused instead of me.
I wanted to testify.
It's true. But Mrs Varga insisted you be sent to boarding school immediately.
I had to obey.
Colette loves my mother. This is absurd. You're wrong.
Yes, it's absurd, but faced with her husband's body
Emma lost her head, believed it and wiped off the fingerprints.
Hence her refusal to defend herself at the trial
and her unlikely hypothesis of suicide.
It's so unfair.
She wrote to me after the verdict.
She kept saying it was better this way.
She didn't take the trouble to tell you she was innocent.
She just wanted to convince you to keep silent.
What a fascinating and touching story.
One might almost believe it.
What else are you going to pull out of your hat, Chief Inspector?
Who's the next culprit? Me?
I'm used to being hated.
I'm the one who always brings about a scandal.
At the trial the jury would have liked to judge me.
Judge me and find me guilty.
I wondered about a few points, unimportant details.
They weren't raised at the trial.
For example, where was poison found?
Good grief.
Well, it was only in the glass. The bottle didn't contain any.
So?
Make an effort and think about it, Mr Humbert.
Emma wiped the bottle and therefore...
She didn't know it didn't contain any poison.
Anything else, Lampion?
Yes.
What did Varga say when he drank his beer?
Everything tastes horrible today.
You're very welcome.
Sorry, darling. At least it's cold.
I'm cold.
- I'll fetch a shawl. - Hurry up.
Alice.
That's the look I want.
You're magnificent today.
"Everything tastes horrible this morning."
I deduce that he had already drunk something that tasted horrible
earlier in the morning.
How quickly does hemlock take effect?
Maybe two hours...
Tell me, Mr Humbert. When Emma remained in your laboratory,
you had your back to the open door.
Tell me...
I hope I haven't been too boring.
Frankly, botany... All these flowers cut and dried...
I prefer real life.
What do you call that?
Oh, yes.
An unimportant detail.
It's even more than that.
A supposition based on nothing.
Concentrate more on the threats made by that madwoman just before she killed.
You have two witnesses.
You're right. That violent scene is the key to the case.
On one side, Jean-Charles overheard and interpreted a few sentences.
And on the other side, you, Mrs Lavalette.
The only person who heard it all.
What did the couple really say in the drawing room?
Chief Inspector, you're going too far. Alice... Mrs Lavalette, I mean...
She and Diego really loved each other. They were very much in love.
Thank you, Jean-Charles. I don't need anyone to defend me.
The years have passed, but you're still pathetic with your hangdog face.
- I loved that man like crazy. - I know.
You were Juliet, but Varga wasn't Romeo.
Another of your inept metaphors.
This has gone on long enough. I can't waste my time.
Mama.
- Varga. - I don't want to discuss it.
Do you want me to watch you leave without a word, without a tear?
I can't, Varga. You're destroying my life.
Look at me.
Look at me!
I know I'm not 20 any more. I can't compete with her.
Goodness, Emma. After all these years, anyone would think you don't know me.
I was infatuated with Alice, but I always come back to you.
I'll finish the painting in two days. Be patient. Then she'll pack her bags.
You mean she's no more than the others? She's another fling?
She's a nuisance. If it wasn't for the painting I'd have left her long ago.
- You disgust me. You use people... - She'll get over it.
I just want to finish my painting.
I've had more than enough. You've gone too far, do you hear?
I'm sick of this too.
No, stay here!
It's too easy. Whenever there's a problem you run away.
I'm not running away! I'm going to paint!
Don't you see you've gone too far this time, Diego? That I could kill you?
Yes, you should kill me.
I'm just a monster, an egotist.
But, Emma, I love you.
Don't touch me. I've had enough.
I'm tired. I don't want to see you any more, Diego. Go away.
Go away! Go away! Go away.
Emma...
- You're not serious... - Yes, I am.
I'm very serious.
Leave with her.
I want you to leave with her.
I can't live without you.
I don't want to lose you, do you understand? I love you, Emma.
Keep me.
Keep me, Emma. I'll do whatever you want, I swear it.
I'm yours, Varga.
I don't ever want to go through this again.
I thought Varga was too cruel.
I wanted him to tell her the truth without delay.
You killed him, Alice.
He destroyed your dreams and you killed him.
They should have executed you.
Are you so mad that you still think Diego loved you?
He couldn't stand you any more.
He was leaving you. That's the truth.
What did you talk about on the terrace?
Nothing. Diego arrived and I think Alice went to change.
Do you think I'm going to paint you like that?
I'll be two minutes.
You did indeed go to change, but not only that.
Where had you hidden the poison?
In my handbag.
Are you ready?
Are you going to row with me too?
I love you.
I love you too, sweetie.
No, I mean... I really love you.
There will only be one man in my life. I know that.
No one else but you.
You really are a child.
- You've never taken me seriously. - Of course I have, my angel.
Shall we get on?
Yes.
I can't stand being here with your wife.
- Are you still fond of her? - No.
I've almost finished. Then we'll be together.
- You promise? - Yes.
Just you and me, my love.
Thank you.
Oh, it's horrible.
And warm too.
Later, on the pretext of fetching a shawl,
you placed the bottle in Emma's chest of drawers,
where the police discovered it.
Varga painted until his strength failed.
He was painting the face of the woman who was watching him die.
He said it would be his masterpiece.
He lied to me. He wanted to get rid of me.
I could have put up with anything, but not lies. That was dirty.
Such a coward.
The worst thing was to hear her pity.
I would have crushed her without remorse and she defended me.
It made me sick.
Come with me, Mama.
No. I'll stay here, in this house.
Emma, you can't stay here alone. Marie is right.
I'm used to it. I don't need anything.
I don't want a life without Varga.
She doesn't love me.
Of course she loves you.
She's always loved us, but Diego has taken up all the room.
Chief Constable, I was only doing my duty.
Giving an innocent woman back her liberty.
Pardon?
Oh, it would be a very great honour, Chief Constable.
Good day, Chief Constable.
I need to celebrate this.
A good lunch is exactly what I need.
The chief constable is very grateful. Without my discretion and tact,
there could have been a scandal. I'm being considered for a medal.
- What about me? - What about you?
Why are you looking like that? One might think you're not pleased about my medal.
Yes, I'm very happy, but you could have talked to the chief constable about me.
No, it wasn't the right moment.
But I took part in the investigation.
Where did I put that piece of paper?
- We worked as a team. - You were brilliant, Emile. So?
You could have talked about me getting my job back.
I decided there was no point.
Really?
Here it is.
It's my resignation.
I know the problems with paperwork and I know you,
so I didn't send it.
- I didn't think that I said either. - Chief Inspector...
Oh, no need to thank me.
What do you say to the potjevleesch made by the chef Gervais Anglès?
It's a marvel! Let's go in.
What are you waiting for?
That's an order, Inspector Lampion.
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