8 Women Page #4
By coincidence.|And I was happily surprised.
Between the pages,|I found someone belonging to you.
Give it back then.
What did you find in that book?|-A letter to my brother, a draft.
To Marcel?
But you saw him every day!
This woman is making things up!
Unfortunately,|I save everything.
An old habit.
"Dear Marcel,
Don't hold anything against me...
for shouting at my mother about|the shares in your presence.
I had to claim my share,|so she wouldn't suspect anything...
about my feelings for you.
I'd love for you to have them.
I would do anything|to get you out of trouble,
but don't mock me again|together with Gaby.
I'll put this under your door.|Love, Augustine."
Lies! I despised Marcel.|He was a womaniser.
I mean, he had women everywhere!
He would have given my shares|to his mistresses.
She has the same kind of arrogant smile.|I'll get you for this!
Is that a threat?
A motive for murder and a threat|is too much for a single person.
I couldn't have killed him,|I was in my room all the time!
You went to the bathroom 5 times,|so you had 5 possible occasions.
The bathroom? Which bathroom?
Calm down, Augustine...
Don't touch me!
Bravo, aunt Pierrette, focussing|all attention on Augustine.
Well done. But I have to|ask you a few questions.
I'm listening.
You said you've never been here?|-yes.
You're lying and I can prove it.
I swear I haven't told them anything,|Pierrette.
What's this?|-Yes, mama.
They know each other and keep|in touch regularly.
They both like to play cards.|-Play cards?
What's this about, Chanel?
I might as well tell you.
Sometimes Pierrette comes to my|room and stays the night.
My God!
I admit. I came to talk to |my brother once.
Couldn't Chanel pass a |message?
I bet she came for money.|-I've never asked for money.
He spend it on himself then?|-He knew I was having difficulties.
He helped me a few times.|-I can't believe this!
Mommy, daddy could do as he please.|So what.
I can react can't I.
It was my money!|It belonged to me.
Your greed will kill you sooner or later.
Do hear that?|How dare she...
This woman is terrible.
To be perfectly clear|we must know exactly...
what everyone has been doing tonight.
Mother, where were you?|-I already told you: in my room.
Did you leave it?|-No. Well yes... once.
To see how Catherine was.|I thought I heard her door.
She was reading.|So I went back to bed.
Catherine, did you get up?|-I went to the bathroom.
That's what mommy heard. I didn't see anything.|-Didn't you hear anything?
I was too absorbed in my book.|I didn't pay any attention.
Aunt asked me if I wanted to turn the lights off.|-You called me all sorts of names.
Stupid kid!|-I'll get you.
Suzon, I forgot something.
I heard a strange sound.
I looked through Augustine's keyhole,|and I saw her...
standing in front of the mirror|holding something shiny.
I didn't think about it at first,|but now I'm sure...
she was sharpening a knife!
You nutcase!|That was my comb.
I was cleaning it.|-At 3 am.
Combs never sleep!|I can go get it.
No, Augustine. We believe you.
And you went to the bathroom 5 times?|Did you see anyone?
No one.|-You said you heard mother get out of bed.
That's right.
Mamy, seeing as you can|walk again:
Did you get up?|-No.
Wait, yes...|Around 1 am,
I went to the living room|to get my knitting.
I thought I heard a scream|in Marcel's room.
I didn't recognize the voice,|but I didn't worry myself.
I thought it was you, Gaby.
You hear someone scream and you|automatically think it's me. Thanks.
Louise, do you know anything about this?
No. When I took his tea,|he was all alone.
Did you see anyone?
Yes. Miss Augustine.
I thought you said you didn't see anyone?
I forgot. I went to get a drink.|-But you were sneaking around Marcel's room.
What happened?
You could have known if|you slept together.
Being judged by my |own children!
That's why I never had any.
A man never asked you,|say it like it is.
Chanel, when did you leave?
Around midnight.
Before or after the tea?|-Shortly after.
How shortly?|-I don't know.
Five minutes later.|I did some cleaning up.
Louise wanted to bring the tea herself.
Why did you wanted to that yourself?
Monsieur asked me.|That's why.
It's all becoming clear now, young lady.
I'd rather be accused of sin|than of murder.
Those two go hand in hand.|But I don't have to tell you that.
What are you insinuating?
And where were you tonight, Pierrette?
I was doing a personal visit|that is none of your business...
and that has nothing to do|with this murder.
Are you sure you didn't|see Marcel?
Yes, I'm sure.
So you are the last one that |saw my husband alive, Louise.
Is that serious?
I can be accused of murder?|-No doubt!
Than I rather tell.|Sorry, miss Pierrette.
I could have known.
When I brought him his tea,|his sister was there.
So, Pierrette. You've been lying.|Why were you with my husband.
I came to talk to my brother.|I was sad.
Why did you talk so loud?|You had a fight?
No. We even laughed.|-And mother thought it was me.
Excellent witness!
So you were following our conversation?
No, I left immediately,|and I took the serving tray.
Pierrette, what did you do after that?
We talked some more,|then I left.
I can confirm that. I saw her|through the kitchen window.
Did she say anything else?
I'll tell you if you'll|leave me alone.
She asked me to keep quiet|and she gave me 10.000 francs.
Which I regret, little bimbo.|-What?
You sleep with everyone don't you.|-You don't? Even with the same ones.
And why did you give me the money?|I heard her telling Monsieur:
Give me the money or I'll kill you.
No, I said:
|I'll kill myself.No, I'll kill you.|-My poor Louise!
You have nothing to say.|You are merely a maid.
And you do? You are just a hooker.|-But I like it!
Stop it. You look like mad.
I've had enough of this!|I'm going to stop a car.
There is no longer any doubt.|The murderer is one of us.
It's one of the seven of you.
Hey, inspector Suzon,|you forgot to question someone.
We?|-Yourself.
Myself?|-Yes.
You now know what we've been|doing tonight,
but you didn't tell us|what you've been doing.
Nonsense.|She arrived this morning.
No she didn't, dear mother.|I saw Suzon here last night.
When?|-Around 4 am.
I opened my door and|I saw you entering our father's bedroom.
I didn't kill my father.|I swear.
Well try to explain anyway!|This is shocking news.
I took the train a day earlier.
Tonight I sneaked into the house.
I went up to daddy.|I had important news I only...
wanted him to know.
Without his approval,|I would have never returned.
He was great.
Poor daddy...
He would help me, and told me to go back|to the station to arrive according to plan.
I obeyed. That's all.
What was so important?
Tell me, dear!
I'm having a baby.
Madam! Madam!
What now? Weren't you going for help?
The gate is locked. We can't |get out. We're stuck here!
I shouldn't have told|you were already here.
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