Cecile Is Dead (Cécile est morte)

Cecile is dead

come on, cecile.

Excuse me?

That's her name. Amusing, isn't it?

The cyclamen is for her?

For inspector maigret. It's his name day.

These aren't cyclamens.

In botany, we call those primulaceous plants.

- You know your stuff, brigadier! - I adore botany!

- Hey! - What? - It's cecile!

- Marius opens the door and sees... - Cecile!

Inspector maigret, if you please.

- Hello. - Hello, inspector.

Hello, Paul.

How's it going, Paul?

Hello.

- What's going on here? - It's maigret's name day.

Only you remembered.

Look in the aquarium!

Cecile. I saw.

There's maigret!

Hello.

What's he done? - Burglary.

We've got news.

- What is it? - Look in the aquarium.

- Cecile? - Okay, okay...

She's a good-looking kid!

We can't all be as good-looking as you.

There's someone for you in the aquarium. - I know, I know.

Happy name day, chief!

Thanks for the pot of begonias.

"Cyclamens”, chief. Not begonias, primulaceae.

It's for you, chief.

Hello?

Hello. Is that you, my darling?

This is cecile.

I've had enough! I won't play the clown at headquarters.

Hello?

It's for you, chief. Another prank.

Give it to me.

Are you done pissing me off?

Oh, sorry boss.

I didn't recognize your voice. I'm coming.

Thanks for nothing!

I've got other things to do.

- You don't have the key? - No.

You're always losing something.

What now?

Nothing!

They lost the key to the closet.

Yes, minister. Yes, yes. Understood, minister.

Come in.

Come in, maigret.

Sorry for what just happened.

No, no, it's nothing.

- Inspector maigret. - Hello, judge.

The man who works by hunches.

I don't waste time.

- Please... - Come on...

You don't staff the police with choirboys.

Mr. dandurand, director

of the work and discipline foundation,

who reforms juvenile delinquents.

I'm seen him in juvenile court.

I like to involve myself in the psychology of these young people,

victims of a bad education.

I've gotten some good results.

It's Mr. dandurand who'll take on louvier's case,

for whom you've obtained an acquittal.

Ah, very well.

You'll see that you won't be sorry.

Work and discipline. That's our program.

If you'd come to my office...

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

- Say goodbye to the director. - Goodbye.

He's got a head for court cases.

Not everyone is a killer.

- A cigarette? - Thanks, but I'm a pipe-smoker.

- Will you allow me? - Of course.

What's wrong today?

Cecile's in the aquarium.

- Again? - Everyone's laughing at me.

- What does she want? - To tell me some crazy story.

- Then take her to the infirmery. - But she's perfectly sane.

- Married? - No.

- Young? - More or less.

It's simple: She's in love with you.

Oh no, not you too!

She's followed your cases in the newspapers.

You're as famous as a movie star.

Come on, boss.

And my counterfeiters, when will you put a stop to them?

It's coming along. It's a minor case.

Ah yes. It isn't an exciting case.

Killers aren't always involved.

- So long, boss. - Maigret...

Say hello to cecile for me.

Cecile pardon.

Come in!

Good day. Now what? Make it quick, I'm busy.

I thought it was necessary to see you.

I've come to you because I know your reputation.

Never mind that.

Cecile pardon, 25 years old.

You live with your aunt in levallois.

Yes. Near the bridge.

Your aunt is an invalid, and you're her nurse.

Yes.

You've noticed some objects have been disturbed.

Just last night. Some chairs were moved.

The desk had been opened and I could smell tobacco.

A man's tobacco.

What do you mean, "a man's tobacco"?

Like yours.

It wasn't me!

We live alone.

No one has the key. The lock is a safety lock.

What's more, no lock had been forced open.

Nothing was missing.

- So? - So what?

What's your complaint?

I'm afraid.

At your age, one isn't afraid of ghosts anymore.

This isn't a ghost.

I tied up some strings between the desk and the chair,

this morning, they were broken.

At night,

there's not a sound? I sleep like a log.

But in the morning I feel nervous.

- You've read too many detective stories. - I only read my aunt's paper at night,

when I have a cup of tea.

I have a delicate stomach.

When I have a minute, I'll come see you.

That's what I wanted to avoid. My aunt would react badly.

Then what do you want from me?

I want you to stay up several nights on the staircase.

Is that all?

Come on in!

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not intruding?

Go on, idiot, spit it out!

We know where the counterfeiters are.

- Where? - Quai de grenelle.

Go get my hat. I'm coming.

I'm sorry, but I'm very busy.

Go back home. Don't fret.

I don't want to bother you, but I've total faith in you.

That's very kind of you.

Don't forget your purse.

You could fit a regiment in there.

And your umbrella.

Now go home.

Goodbye.

Things will pass.

With age.

Strange girl.

Boss...

She's been telling this story for six months.

- Will we need a car? - A big one.

For 27 seated, 72 standing and 300 piled in.

Buy my lottery tickets!

Today's your lucky day.

Cecile!

What's wrong? Are you ill?

I have an incurable illness: Failure.

Gerard, you've been drinking again.

Oh, hardly. Just enough to take it.

What do you mean, "take it"?

The problems that never stop coming,

Helen's having a baby...

I must have 10,000 francs, little sister.

10,000 francs? Where do you expect me to get it?

Ask aunt. I don't dare go myself.

It's a fortune!

But for her, it's nothing.

You know her. She never would.

So much the worse.

Gerard! You wouldn't...

It's the only choice Helen and me have got.

Goodnight, everybody! No more luck, no more problems...

Don't say that. There's the concierge.

Mr. Gerard, we haven't seen you in a long time.

Are things going well?

Yes, Mrs. petitot.

And your wife, will it be soon?

Tomorrow or never.

You've always got

something funny to say.

Wait here. I'll speak to her.

I must speak to you. It happened again tonight.

Lottery tomorrow. Today's your lucky day!

How that bitch annoys me with her "luck"!

Life's a lottery.

Your sister didn't pick a good number.

It takes courage to stay with your aunt, that old cow. With respect!

- Is that you, cecile? - Yes, aunt.

It took you long enough.

Where have you been for two hours?

I could have died all alone. Not that you'd give a damn.

Have you got my paper?

Get my glasses.