Le champignon des Carpathes Page #3

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He hates me...

He hates me...

He hates me.

- Of course, not!

He has no reason to hate you.

I was sleeping...

I was sleeping...

I probably just forgot

to turn off the light.

Sometimes...

it was on all night.

And Kurt?

Was he getting along with your mother?

Yes...

They weren't speaking

a lot to each other.

And the doctor?

Why don't you also

suspect him?

I'm sure it's him!

Sure!

I'm sure it's him!

What make you claim

something like this?

He was the last one to come.

After him, no one came.

This has to be proved,

Mr Benson.

As your were sleeping,

you can't help us.

No...

I was sleeping.

I was sleeping.

I shouldn't had slept.

If I weren't sleeping,

I could have defend her.

You could had told us earlier

that you're one of our client.

What, client?

I've never been in trouble

in Switzerland.

What happen in France was different.

- You think so?

You still have a nice record.

Aggravated assault,

thievery...

Ten years of prohibition

on residence for burglary.

And that should leave us indifferent

as if you were chief Boy Scout.

I'm clean since

I got discharged in 1959.

I behave well.

- Just like this?

After a few talks with

the prison's chaplain?

Sure, why not?

- And since then, you go to bed at 10?

- I've always been an early-riser.

And that night,

you just fall asleep like a brute?

"Like a brute"

if it makes you happy!

- And you didn't hear anything?

- No.

And I've nothing

to reproach myself.

Mrs Benson has always been

very good to me.

She gave me that job.

She had no prejudices.

- She maybe was wrong.

- It's not me, for Christ's sake!

That's too easy!

It doesn't have to be me because

I've done stupid things

when I was young.

It's unfair.

- Chill out, I'm not accusing you.

I'm looking for the truth.

I guess you don't mind if I do.

The motive?

How would I know?

Eric doesn't know much

than the police.

He's just back,

I'm leaving you.

Reserve the screening at 10.

Okay, see you later.

So?

So I signed my statement,

no more.

Can't you put away all that stuff?

- Leave it!

I can't understand why

somebody killed her.

If only I knew.

- Dinner is served.

- Thank you.

Aren't you hungry?

Come on, have a seat.

Chill out.

I'm calm.

Why wouldn't I be calm?

You're upset because of all this,

it's normal.

It's silly it came upon you.

- Upon me?

You're the last one

who saw her alive.

She was fancying you a lot.

I guess you didn't tell it to the police.

- But it's not important!

- Maybe, for them...

- Because for you, it is? I'm very surprised.

She was always calling when you

weren't home, which was quite often.

Please, Eric, not again.

I never cared much for anniversary dates.

You know how absent-minded I am.

Precisely,

I feel I don't really know you.

Or very bad.

Sometimes, I wonder why

you're still with me.

Just because I love you.

What a strange way to love me:

you're never home.

Just like my mother,

always running.

- I'm working!

- So it's because of your work?

I mean what you call your work.

Your career.

What you care about the most.

You're pretty much like Mrs Benson.

- What's wrong with you?

- Nothing.

- What a face you give me.

- Get off my back!

I'm fed up of all your questions.

I'm fed up,

can you understand that!?

Excuse-me, Monsieur, do you want

the apple pie with Chantilly cream?

Some cream on top...

You know?

Darling...

Excuse-me, I was upset before.

No, it's my fault.

But you were so harsh...

You never spoke to me like this.

I have to go at the screening.

I'm late.

See you later.

You can't understand.

I don't understand myself.

I'm turning crazy.

Anne...

Hello, Jeanette.

- Hello, Madame.

- Is the doctor already gone?

- Yes, he left a while ago.

- To the hospital?

He didn't say.

He just drunk a coffee and left.

How was he?

Like usually.

It's enough, thanks.

- Madame...

- Yeah?

I'm summoned by the police

this afternoon.

- What they want this time?

- I don't know.

Try to come back

for the dinner.

Can you give me

the butter, please?

Thanks.

Madame...

What's wrong?

Listen, I...

I'm listening.

I lied to the police.

I didn't go to see Aline.

The police probably noticed it when

they went at the private hospital

and that's why

they want to see me.

I'm sure of it.

- Where were you, then?

Don't be afraid to speak,

Jeannette!

I saw my boyfriend in Geneva.

Why didn't you say it before?

Everyone can have

a boyfriend!

It's not a boy,

he's old and married.

His wife isn't home now.

I can't give his name...

I don't want to put him into troubles.

- There's no other way.

But don't worry,

they won't say anything to his wife.

You really think so?

But then...

at what time

did you came back?

Jeanette!

About 5 on the morning.

Don't be mad at me.

I was so afraid to wake up Monsieur,

I didn't make any noise.

There was light

in the bathroom.

Maybe Monsieur wasn't asleep.

Well.

Here's Dr Ardoin's report.

"This mushroom, without being

poisonous, contains micro atropine

and muscarine.

Two hallucinogenic substances.

We can state that Mrs Benson

was under the hold of this mushroom

at the time of the crime."

And yet...

That's where it becomes interesting.

Dr Calder asked Dr Ardoin

a few days earlier to have

this very same mushroom analysed.

Read by yourself.

This plus the maid's lies...

We have to summon Dr Calder.

There's no hurry. Anyway...

I prefer if it's judge Forman

who interrogates him.

We still have to keep an eye on him.

I'll handle this.

- What does say Paris's report?

- Nothing very interesting.

A serious student.

Father died during the war in 1940.

He once ran away at 12.

But was back in school two days later.

Since then...

Nothing bad about him.

Who's there?

Who's there?

What is it?

Nothing...

There was somebody outside.

- Who?

I don't know.

It doesn't fit.

What?

What you said

about the police.

Why would they

hang around the house?

- Why not?

- Yes, but why?

What would they do

hidden behind the trees?

I first thought Jeanette

wasn't here.

You can't imagine how terrible it is

to come back alone in an empty house.

What happened?

- Did you take your pill?

- What pill?

Yes, why?

Did you hurt yourself?

I have something to tell you.

About Jeanette.

The police summoned her again

this afternoon.

Yeah, they hassle everybody.

It's silly but... the first time she said

she was with her sister,

the night Benson died.

She wasn't with her?

No. She was in Geneva.

She has a lover, there.

A married guy.

His wife is a night worker.

- So?

She came back at 5

on the morning.

She said you weren't in bed.

She told them that?

Probably.

She's crazy.

Where does she pretend she saw me?

She doesn't pretend

she saw you.

She says there was light

in the bathroom.

Do you worry about

the electricity bill?

It can be serious.

The police can figure anything.

- Let them figure what they want.

At 5... Were you up?

It's possible. I don't check the time

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