Maigret and the St. Fiacre Case (Maigret et l'affaire Saint-Fiacre)

Jean Gabin

in the film by Jean Delanua

Maigret And Saint-Fiacre CASE

by the same name Georges Simenon novel

Written by: Jean Delanua and Rudolph Maurice Arlo

Dialogues Michel Odyara

Cast: Michel Auclair

Valentine Teissier

Jacques Morel

Michelle Witold

Gabrielle Fontan, Jean-Pierre Granval, Camila Guerini

Jacques Ealing, Micheline Luchchioni

Jacques Marin, Armand Navarre, Marcel Peres

Serge Rousseau, Elena Tossa

and Paul Francoeur

and Robert Hirsch

Operator - Louis PAGE

Production Designer Rene Renou

Composer - Jean Prodromides

The joint Franco-Italian production

Paycheck come. You die before morning mass.

Moulin Station

Station cafe

You still come Monsieur Maigret? Very pleased.

It is quite natural.

- Admit it, you hesitated. - Not a second.

You recognize me?

Immediately.

But I changed.

However, you will too.

Just think, I I remember you scholar.

It was... wait a minute...

- Forty-one years ago. - Lord...

End of Summer nineteen hundred nineteenth year,

when my father died.

We have not found a replacement.

Have not found the same a good manager.

Every time something went wrong, my husband said:

"But at the time of Maigret... "

A gentleman Count? -He died ten years ago.

- You do not know? - No.

What you order, monsieur?

Beer with foam. Know of beer fat.

I should have waived,

but I prefer renounce coquetry.

Say, you got it long ago?

Four days ago.

Paycheck come. You die before morning mass.

- Maybe it's a bad joke? - Probably.

You know your enemies?

I and some friends almost gone.

You will never threatened anyone?

No.

I know you are not used engage in such nonsense.

- No, not at all. - Thank you.

You know, we in the police get thousands of such letters.

The world is full of abnormal, but Yet we will not neglect

the hypothesis of a dangerous psychopath.

That is why, if I may, I would like to leave until tomorrow,

after morning Masses.

Who are interested in scaring you?

I am not afraid.

In general, not really.

Well, let's say you hurt?

I do not know.

And your son?

My son?

I thought you a son. Forgive me.

It's true, I have a son, Maurice. But as you might think?

No, no, you got me misunderstood.

I just wanted to learn to know whether it?

No.

Maurice did not live long in Castle. Moved to Paris.

I have not seen him three or four months.

You live in Saint-Fiacre one?

Yes.

Nearly one.

In principle, Maurice tomorrow comes. Maybe you'll see him.

Do you have children, Maigret?

No. But I would like that I was a child.

I thought about your son.

It is strange that he did not continued the family tradition.

Certainly prefer business activity.

You have not had a drink beer. For six hours.

Albert does not like driving at night.

What do you think, Maigret?

On the castle of Matthias Zandorfe, and a series of "The Prodigal Lucifer. "

The first book has given me read Mr. Earl.

It was Mathias Zandorf. And the first bike.

With the frame in red and a semi-circular wheel.

That's when I received in the school report card.

It was during this year you come the castle. You were engaged.

And then there was a wedding with tables in the meadow.

That was in April seventeenth.

I was only eighteen.

I remember the moustached man he met me.

It was your father.

Next to it stood a little boy with blue eyes

and stared at me.

You smell of cologne ten meters.

I'm just drowning in it.

I remember the day you were in a white dress in flower.

By the way, then you were only light clothing.

I can now admit that often hiding in the bushes in the park

and watched as you walk.

I also confess to you, specifically that there was walking.

You're not hiding, the young Maigret.

Your white forelock is always was visible from behind the bushes.

When you leave lock to go to college,

after the death of your father, October-November, nineteen hundred...

More precisely, this eighteenth day of September.

I have a weak memory, but remained a souvenir.

The eighteenth of September one thousand nine hundred and nineteenth year.

- It's me. Yes.

You gave me your photo When I went to college to learn.

Kissed me on the cheek punishing the good student,

that you will not disgrace.

Again, I poisoned you with his cologne.

Yes.

But I think, therefore you gave me a tribute.

This photo is also a tribute.

And then, little has changed. The bell tower at the old place.

As the bell continues to Guy calls Marnua?

His grandson. Want to call?

Yes.

Albert, go through the village.

I would like to back to supper, Madame.

Forget about it. You are right, my friend.

Tomorrow take a walk there on foot.

Look, I would like to here, no one knew who I was.

Although I am the son of Maigret, but say I'm the commissioner.

It will be better.

Albert, Roland say that prepared for Monsieur the blue room.

Monsieur will be better in green. There's at least a working fireplace.

Yeah, right. Let there be green.

Yes.

Take my friend.

Pay no attention to Albert.

He was not very educated, but it is a nice guy.

- Have you been here, my father? - Did not you know?

Known. In general, I...

This monsieur - Parisian antique dealer.

Monsieur l'Abbe Zhode, Saint-Fiacre kyure.

You know ma'am, I many more visits.

Did you know that I should meet with you.

Mass tomorrow.

Right. Wait I have a few minutes.

Located in the library.

Albert, not stripped car.

After five minutes I'm going to the Moulin.

- It is necessary to fill petrol. - Have you been able to do it.

God knows that left in all this.

The original edition had disappeared. Luxury bindings too,

and even less luxurious.

I think you over the commode?

I am Secretary Mrs Countess, also engaged in the sale of it all.

Lucien Sabot.

Very nice.

Let us, if not mind, this chest of drawers,

since he has not sold.

Cool thing. That same era.

Authorship established expertise.

Listed at number 71 in the "Living France".

You certainly know the Blackman?

I know very well.

It gives him five hundred thousand.

You are in a hurry. I will not detain you.

Charles Lyuse, great job.

Is not that Count de Saint-Fiacre?

The late Count, true.

A handsome man.

Texture a little classical, but is drawn perfectly.

Charles Lyuse sells well.

If you are interested in painting, We have better, much better.

Collectible thing, I would said a museum piece.

It was the living room.

What do you think?

Gerard.

Yes, monsieur. We refused to sell three million two hundred thousand.

Mrs. Countess them dear. I will not hide from you.

Memories of youth scent of wilted flowers

and so on and so forth.

Up to this point Mrs. Countess refused to sell it.

But maybe I can convince her sell for good money.

I'm at it, as I say it...

- Influence? Yes.

Mrs. Countess asks you to.

You could not tell I'm already gone?

- And the other? - He leaves.

Okay, I went. Until tomorrow.

In the meantime, look, dig, Make an impression.

I think I already made.

Monsieur wants something a drink before dinner?

Remained the Grenadines and Malaga.

No thanks. I go up to her room.

As Monsieur wish. But M. knowingly refuses.

Malaga canceled.

Sorry.

Madame Countess small malaise. Nothing serious.

- Are you a doctor? - No, but I'm used to.