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I fed him! I put him up!!

You can't tell me that's him!

It's not possible.

What now?

This gentleman wants to introduce himself.

I wasn't trying to introduce myself,

I was coming back, that's all.

Catherine... I've just learned.

- It's horrible, Philippe.

Pardon, monsieur.

Would it be indiscrete to know...

Philippe Barrachet, the brother-in-law.

Well..there you are...the brother-in-law!

I invented him too?

The brother-in-law, madame's lover, bullshit!

It was Didier who told me!

The prisoner's 'cuffed!

You often get home so late?

Every evening,

I'm the manager of Circus Zoo.

I come home after the show.

I live here when we're playing in the general area.

Otherwise,

wherever we are.

Superintendent,

unless my presence is indispensable...

You can retire. I apologise for not questioning you earlier.

I'm going to ask you to please identify the body.

That's certainly him.

- But 'him'...who?

Go on, say it.

Say it's Didier.

Go on...this is getting comical.

Can he be silenced...

Can I have my head cut off, right now, as well!

The other one played by the rules,

but this one's impatient.

Superintendent, this is all beyond me...

I don't know what's going on.

I'm sick of it all. And I'll be taken away

and have to go through it all again.

I'm tired...I'm falling asleep...

.

Ah well... good night.

Take him away.

Michel, take care of it.

Certainly.

Thank you monsieur... you may go.

Fine.

Your circus isn't about to leave town?

No, we're on the Plaine Saint-Denis

until the 18th.

We'll be in touch with you within 48 hours.

Who was the first of you to enter the back room?

Me, superintendent.

By which door?

That one there?

The one in the corridor.

The key was in the door?

Yes.

And the door was shut?

Yes... double-locked.

It's obvious...

The guy's pinched the money from

the writing desk...

...he's going out by the loungeroom,

and it's there that he's been surprised.

It's quite clear.

Sergeant, you're the same build as Cazalis.

Agreed.

Try to get through...under the door.

I didn't steal the keys... Didier had them.

That makes 20 times I've told you...

... and you're sticking to it.

Perhaps one of these keys is something of an enigma.

You might at least smile at my jokes.

Go back to where this one came from...

It was in the vase

beside the writing desk.

How did you know?

Didier told me!

I'll repeat that for 20 years!

Yes, I forgot,

I beg your pardon.

Perhaps you also told me,

when I wasn't paying attention...

...how, after taking the money,

you've left the back room?

How? The way I came in...

the door opening onto the garden.

Then I ran over to the street gate

but Didier wasn't there .

That was incredible?

Yes.

I knew we'd finish up agreeing about something.

To sum up... will I be forced to believe you?

Admit you're not helping me.

So...open up...

...tell me who your Didier is...if he exists.

Me, I've got a blue-ribbon body.

Recognised by the whole family...unquestionable...

...it's only you who persists in disputing it.

In favor of who?

A ghost, an apparition.

A Didier that no one has seen except you.

Hundreds of people have seen him...

...when I had him selling papers on the Alma bridge.

Passers-by...

you call them witnesses?

For exemple...

... I'd've liked to talk to your van driver.

He's on holidays.

And you don't know where, as usual.

When the waitress remembers seeing you with a man.

she can't remember the day, or describe the man...

...or tell me what he ate.

Leeks.

Cazalis, I don't blame you

but you're getting on my nerves.

Come in.

Madame Barrachet's statement.

- Fine, tell her to come in and sign it.

I like the courage of that woman...

...her dignity.

Don't you?

What I like about her most of all is her freedom.

Madame, thank you for coming.

Superintendent.

I'm just going to ask you to sign your statement.

Ah, wait...

I see here "wife of Didier Barrachet ,

landowner.

That's enough for me, but the judge will most likely want ...

...as much detail as we can give him.

Please, take a seat madame.

I'm listening.

My husband had inherited

some farms and land.

About 500 acres.

At Puisaye, in Creuse.

Yes, at Puisaye, in Creuse.

- I thought

Puisaye didn't exist.

He didn't have any farms,

any crops.

That your husnad was a...

I don't know what...

...someone who makes things up.

A pathological liar.

That's it, that's how she described him.

M. le commissaire...

...must I stay here having this individual

questioning my word?

No.

Thank you for that.

It's disagreeable enough as it is.

After all... I am free.

She said it... she's free.

- Be quiet.

Why would Madame Barrachet

have misled you?

Especially as I wasn't accountable to you.

You'll never be accountable to anyone,

while there are mugs like me to take the rap!

You said Puisaye, in Creuse?

- Yes superintendent.

I'll get you to sign your statement.

Your initiale there...

...and there.

And your signature there.

Thank you... I hope we don't need

to bother you any more.

I'm at your disposal...

...I'll not budge until the murderer of my husband...

...has been tried.

Where's the way out?

Through here, madame.

According to his neighbours,

he's a nice sort of guy.

His workmates say the same.

At first the people at the paper weren't very cooperative.

But they directed me to a

Germaine Montillier, known as Mmne.

The delivery-counter girl.

According to her, Cazalis really had pulled a guy

out of the Seine...

...and had put him up.

And he'd told her the guy's name was Didier.

The problem there is... did Cazalis sleep with her?

Ask around ...

That's easy,

she told the world.

So that's out.

And the candlestick,

what did it reveal?

Nothing.

The dead man's starting to talk...

The autopsy confirmed the first impression.

He was 1-65 metres tall

and weighed 53 kilos.

And it was not done with the candlestick.

Ah no?

No.

Barrachet was a minnow,

a weakling.

Have you seen him?

He would've been knocked out with a slap.

That's why the candlestick bothered me.

It's too much.

However... it was there.

Yes, that's why I bothered about it.

But I like the killers to be

consistent with the murder weapon.

Here we have a candlestick...

...and we find someone who seems to go with it.

You'll get a taste of my client for a bit.

In 2 hours I have to submit the case to the prosecutor.

Do you know a Mademoiselle Montillier?

You mean Mmne?

Yes and no,

I sort of know her.

You're her lover?

Mmne's got nothing do

with this business.

There's nothing to discuss.

Gimme a piece of paper and I'll sign it.

Put anything you want on it

That'll put an end to it.

No having me with a floodlight in my eyes.

I'm ready to sign, I'm telling you.

Go on with the interrogation.

We'll begin at the beginning.

Who gave you the keys?

A piece of sh*t.

That was a good idea of his,

shining a lamp in his eyes.

Who gave you the keys?

Release him?

You're an odd one.

There was still a motive.

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