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But by whom?

By someone!

It's just the wind, and your imagination.

What now? If we can't call the police?|-They will come. I'm going to get them.

You're in no condition to drive.

Louise, my coat.

Madam, the dogs!|-The dogs?

They didn't bark last night.|-And?

Vicious as they are, they would have barked if...|-If what?

If a stranger entered the house?|-Precisely.

But if no came from|the outside, then...

Who made the last phone call?

Who made the last phone call?

Me.|-Tell.

I'm telling. This morning around seven thirty,|I called the butcher.

But he couldn't deliver anything|because of the snow.

So at seven thirty|the killer was still here.

Then he cut the cord.

Tell us about daddy's business.

You know how he was.

A real businessman, always working.

Very intelligent,|but not very talkative.

He was always working|on several things...

but he never told me |he was having trouble.

And Mr. Farnoux was a big support.|-Mr. Farnoux?

His new partner at the factory.|-Oh, yes.

Has he been here?|-No. Well yes, once or twice.

We never saw each other.|I mean, very little.

But every time Mr. Farnoux came,|the dogs started barking.

They smelled he had a dog himself.

So it's unlikely that...|-Absolutely. Very unlikely.

Mom, who inherits daddy's fortune?

Me.

I mean, we...

In this case the factory get's sold,|and the money goes to the wife and children.

His wife gets half and...

Notaries know everything about that.

Catherine, can you get me a handkerchief please.|-Yes, mom.

We must warn daddy's sister.

His sister? Rubbish.|That woman!

Yes, mama. You wrote me|she moved to this town.

Do you know why?

Surely to get in touch|again with Marcel.

After her decadent life in Paris,

she thought she could come|back to her rich brother.

Thank god she never set foot in our house.

How awful.

I come home after a year,|and daddy is dead.

Killed.

Everything is looking different now.

Incredible how faces can change|in a year.

Do I look older then?

No, mama.

You're still as beautiful as ever.

Despite the passing of the years...

Maybe.

But that will probably change soon|after this disaster.

My sweet Marcel.|We understood each other.

We had it so good together.

But with separate bedrooms.

Marcel came home late.|He often worked at night.

He asked me to temporarily move.|Anything else?

This is not the time.|-Girls, quiet now.

We must get help.|Gaby, take the car. Hurry!

What if the killer is still here?|-Don't worry.

He probably isn't waiting for us.|He's long gone.

He went out the same way he came in:|through the door.

The killer is smarter|than we think. And nearer.

Is there a man prowling around?|-A man? Why a man?

What else?|-Well...

A woman!

Shame on yourself! You're accusing us.

If you have a clear conscience...

You have one then?|-More than you.

You think I did it because you hate me?

I don't care about you.|-Can you hear that?

Augustine, darling, calm down.

Of course, take sides with Gaby.|She's rich now.

She can kick us out!|Save your own neck.

Nobody ever contradicts her.

But I have a lot to|tell the police.

That's slander, you can't do that!|-Let her talk, darling.

She despises me. She's jealous.|Of course. I'm beautiful and rich.

She's ugly and poor.

Next time it will be right |between your eyes.

Such a nice vase, darling!

Do you want something to drink?|-I hate drinks between meals.

Didn't you get up 5 times tonight?

That's something else.|I'm very sick. Heart problems.

Take your pills then.

Fine, I'll take them all,|then you'll be rid of me.

Augustine, baby.|-Leave me alone!

Mamy!

Your legs! What happened?

I feel better. It's either the snow|or a Christmas miracle.

And we had to buy a wheelchair.

Louise, my coat.|I already asked you 2 times.

Yes, Madam

Did Mamy and Augustine|get along with daddy?

I should hope so.|He took good care of them.

They had some fights now and then,|but never serious.

Fights? About what?|-Oh small things.

Mamy was hanging on to her shares.

I tried to convince her to|give them to Marcel.

Out of gratitude for our hospitality.

Part of Mamy's money belongs|to you doesn't it?

Yes, but I gave it to Marcel,|when I finally got my hands on it.

Augustine found out and |started interfering.

Augustine and Mamy are being torn apart|by gratitude and avarice.

What do you want?|They didn't have a rich husband, as you.

That's my fault?

I had to beg Marcel to|let them live here.

He couldn't stand them.

Your father always loved youth.

Madam, your coat.

Tell me Louise,|when did you started working here.

Why do you ask?|-She's with us since October.

I worked for the wife of a notary|before. Do you care to check that?

That's not my job.

Louise,

are you sure the dogs|were quiet?

Certainly. I couldn't sleep.|I had a bad feeling.

Monsieur wasn't looking all that well|when I brought him some herbal tea.

Monsieur asked for herbal tea?

Around midnight.

But he never drinks herbal tea!

He was working...|Maybe his stomach was bothering him.

He called. I brought his tea.

Did you stay long?

I left immediately.

Why didn't I see the serving tray|in his room then?

Leave me alone!

Gaby, I need you.

Your sister wants to take all her pills.

She's only pretending! You still believe her?

Can I go now, miss?

No.

Tell me, Louise,

when you were making tea,|was Chanel still around.

No, she just left.

She sleeps in the hunting lodge in the park.|It gives her a sense of freedom.

We can do what we want after work,|can't we?

And playing cards is innocent.

Does Chanel play cards?|-Didn't you know?

Then I said something foolish!

Of course I knew.|And who's she playing with now?

I'm not a snitch.

We won't tell anyone.

Alright then. With miss Pierrette,|your father's sister.

Yes.|-And how did you know?

Mamy saw them.|She told me when she was drunk.

She always has a bottle in her room.

So Mamy is drinking again?

What's she like, aunt Pierrette?

An ex stripper, they say.

A talented artist, pure as|an angel, says Chanel.

What does it matter.

She does know how to take advantage|of her feminine charms.

Can't blame her...

But how does she get to Chanel?

She hitchhikes her way to the freeway|Then she street walks.

She's always been very good at that.|-Where is miss Augustine?

Upstairs.

Bring these to her.

Now, Louise. Hurry!

Yes, miss.

What time did you leave last night?

Around midnight...

Did you go for a walk?|-Are you kidding, in this weather?

Had any visitors?|-Visitors?

I haven't had any visitors in the last 10 years.|-Are you sure?

This is enough!

I've ironed your pants.|You're going to get nicely dressed now.

I'm going already.

But I think you're hiding something.

Your sister doesn't have any manners.|She's not like you.

We are rather different.|And she's still so young.

If only your mother was more strict...

Tell me, Chanel.|Is Louise good at her work?

Let me tell you something,

she's a little slut that tries|to seduce the man of the house.

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