Maigret's Dead Man Page #3

the dates of the murders

at the Picardie farmhouses.

August the 12th, September the 21st,

and three nights ago on October 8th.

I am appealing for people who

travelled on trains between

Picardie and Paris on those dates.

If you saw anything suspicious

around that time...

..please contract myself,

Chief Inspector Colombani,

Judge Comeliau,

or the Police Judiciaire.

Claire Fontaine?

You're not Chief Inspector Maigret.

No. He's not available right now -

I was hoping to speak to Maigret.

If you sit and speak to me,

I will relay everything you say to

the Chief Inspector.

If it's of importance.

But it is important,

that's why I need to speak to him.

I saw the cream-and-blue car.

The car that's in the paper?

The car that's in the paper.

This one.

And where did you see the car?

In my house.

Well, I was in my house,

the car wasn't, that was outside.

I saw it pull up outside

Au Petit Albert.

And what is Au Petit Albert?

A little bistro,

run by a husband and wife

near where I live.

The wife stinks of garlic.

When did you see it?

Well, that's it.

Wednesday night,

the night in the paper.

And there was definitely a seven and

a five in the registration

because I have grandchildren of seven

and five.

Marianne's favourite colour - Did you

see anyone get out of the car?

Yes, I saw a gentleman.

Well, he wasn't really a gentleman,

he was rather big. What time did you

see the man arrive? Nine o'clock.

And where do you live?

Near the Quai de Charenton.

So the licence is held in the name

of Albert Rochain.

It's a quiet, respectable place.

It serves barges on the river.

And Nina?

Not on the licence.

The Fontaine woman says the wife

is dark skinned and a bit of

a slattern.

I haven't heard that word in a

while. When was the last time you

heard the word "slattern"?

I've never heard it. How did you get

out of working with Colombani?

We caught your cold.

Well, I hope you feel better soon.

Have you been inside?

No.

LaPointe?

Blood?

Mmm.

Nina?

Cream cod.

Well, they weren't after money.

Here's the jacket

that matches his trousers. Hmm.

Do you recognise her?

No.

Do you think she's dead as well?

I don't know.

But circulate her name

and photograph.

Is there a child?

These things have never been used.

As if they're waiting for a child.

Can Moers get over here? He's coming

in his lunch break, Chief.

Colombani has brought in a sofa

from the Goderville farmhouse.

I've found the hairs from

three different dogs, from cats,

feathers from chickens, and fabric

from 25 different garments.

It's been impossible to get anything

useful from it.

Someone's been looking for

something here, Maigret.

I got that impression too. There are

fresh prints all over the bedroom

as if the drawers have been rifled.

What were they looking for?

It can't be anything bulky.

They even looked in a little box

used for earrings.

"Are you sure you're not going to

catch another cold?" No.

I've lit the stove

and I've got some medicine.

Are the sheets clean? There are some

sheets in the cupboard,

but I'm going to sleep on the settee.

Would you like to come round here

in the morning? Why?

I think we should run this place

for a few days.

Us? Yes. I think it would confuse

the killers to see it open again.

"Might draw them to us."

Here we are.

Oh!

Now, have you been a good girl?

Mwah, mwah.

Who's running the bistro?

You told me he was dead.

Bistro?

Cabana.

Cabana. Who's in there?

Have you got the dope?

Come on! You told me

the little man was dead!

Of course he's dead.

So who is running the place?!

You tell the animal to

go back and kill the wife

and kill whoever's running it!

Ow!

What if he told them what he saw?!

Now, shh, shh!

No, no.

Dope.

You give them the dope.

Go back tomorrow,

Pietr?

Find the ticket -

and kill anyone who's there.

Mmm...

Monsieur.

Thank you, thank you.

Did you enjoy the show?

I enjoyed you.

Where shall we go tonight?

I have a table booked at

the George V. Hmm.

Jean, can't we go somewhere

more intimate?

I know this really lovely little

bistro off the Saint-Sulpice.

We have to go to the George V.

Why?

Because you'll look out of place

in a little bistro

on the Saint-Sulpice...

wearing this.

Oh, my God.

Jean, it's beautiful.

You're so generous.

Let's put it on.

Adele?

What?

Look what Jean got me today.

Oh, are they real?

Of course they are.

Ooh.

Hmm...

The George V, please.

Two more coffees, please?

Albert Rochain was a waiter at

the Cadran for years.

He left 18 months ago

to get married.

Did he meet Nina at theCadran?

No. They thought she was some sort

of distant cousin, they never

met her.

Find out where Albert's family

is from.

She may well be there.

Chief.

And I'd like to place an advert in

the personal columns.

All right.

"Friend of Albert

with the cream-and-blue Citroen,

for your safety's sake,

urgently contact Maigret at home,

132 Boulevard Richard-Lenoir.

Discretion assured."

Could you take this, please?

- Where's Little Albert?

- Where's he gone?

Oh, he's in the country for a while.

I hope he takes Nina with him.

Maybe we'll stink less of garlic

after we've eaten this.

Don't you like Nina?

She's all right.

She's got a great arse, hasn't she?

Was she expecting a baby?

She's not. She's desperate though.

Ah.

What can I get you?

Another?

Follow him.

Get the car.

You'll have to take it back.

Easy.

Oi!

Oi!

Are we going to pick him up?

Just let him panic

and see where he leads us.

Ooh.

Police! Police!

Oi!

What can I get you?

A beer.

Oi!

Hey!

Turn around.

Someone's been shot.

Oi, leave him alone!

Move away. Move away!

Move away! What have you done

to him? Stay back, please!

What are you doing here?

Police!

"You won't be home tonight?" No, but

I've sent a car to take you home.

It was nice being here with you,

playing at a different life.

I liked it.

We wouldn't be happy doing anything

different. You wouldn't be.

I have a feeling that

this was a happy home.

Isn't ours?

Yes, it is.

"Yes, it is."

How did you know the wife?

I don't know.

"You didn't recognise her

from the photographs?" No.

Maigret will be attending.

You'll find her alive somewhere.

Have you locked the doors? I'll be

all right.

Keep the doors locked until the car

gets there. I'll be fine.

Move along.

I'll see you in the morning.

"See you in the morning."

They're ready for you now, Chief.

Hello, George.

Home, is it, madam?

Yes, please.

Oh, it's bitter, isn't it?

The name on the ID card was

Victor Poliensky, a Czech national.

He was an illegal, the card forged.

He hasn't lived at his given address

or worked at Citroen,

his given place of employment,

for the last six months.

Can you quieten down, please? Will

do. We know that he was an addict,

and suspect the person he telephoned

was an accomplice that he tried to

get back to.

Has this photo gone to Vice? None of

the girls recognised him, sir.

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