The Dominici Affair (L'Affaire Dominici)

- Can I have it back? - What will you give me?

- I'll say thank you. - Here.

- Do you live here? - Yes.

- They fought the war here? - Oh, everywhere.

Dick!

- You must be following me. - Yes, sir.

- I'm going to sleep there. - Oh.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

Look. They'll need to be tired to sleep there.

THE DOMINICI AFFAIR

Keep moving, gentlemen, please.

Keep moving.

Don't touch that. Come on.

Hey, kid. Here.

- We've been waiting 4 hours. - Yes, I know.

That's no excuse for this bedlam.

What a mess!

- You let people come? - What else could we do?

Get them on the other side.

Move on, now.

Clear the road, everyone.

Come on, go to the other side, please.

They didn't come to steal, at any rate.

Do me an inventory.

Thank you. Who's he?

That's the guy. And his wife's on the other side.

Sir!

This is what I found this morning.

A weapon of war.

One in front of the car and the other here.

This was next to the cartridges.

Two unfired rounds.

Shot singly. The shooter didn't know how it worked.

That's interesting.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

You might find my fingerprints on the door.

Why is that?

I was here. The lock was jammed.

A gendarme couldn't get out. I helped him.

Who are you?

Gustave Dominici.

I live there.

I took the bloodstains on the road. They were no good.

But the one at this well is amazing.

Excuse me, sir.

What do we do with the heel print?

Let's go.

Didn't we tell him to clear off?

No. Nobody told me anything.

Are you taking the rise? The grandson from the farm.

It's unusable. It's not worth a picture.

Commissioner, the girl's over here.

I'll find this bastard. He'll pay for this.

I covered her up.

Why?

The gendarmes asked me. The ants were beginning to eat her.

- Who are you? - I live here.

Grand'Terre is mine.

- How many of them live there? - They're all over the place.

This whole area.

From there,

they must have seen it.

Here. Look at this.

Hey, Commissioner!

- Hey! - Commissioner!

A Rock-Ola.

You arrived late, but things are well under way.

Commissioner, we found this under the girl's head.

The murder weapon.

And it'll talk.

Pastis, Doctor?

Give me some water.

Yes, but not in my horse's basin.

He won't drink if he smells blood.

I asked for water. It's not that hard.

I've just seen something horrible.

A lovely little girl, her skull turned to mush.

The strange thing was her feet.

All clean, white, intact.

She wasn't killed where she was found.

She was carried.

- You think it was poachers? - Maybe.

That's what Gustave thought.

Impossible.

If they didn't see it, they heard it.

A light?

If you're here for information,

we saw nothing. It was dark. - And heard nothing?

Yes. I heard gunshots.

It was around 1 o'clock. It woke me.

The dog barked.

Look.

- Ever seen one? - No. Never.

- Who does the washing here? - What?

Who does the washing?

You want some washing done?

- The eldest sister does it. - And you?

I do mine, my husband's and my boy's.

Germaine comes for mine. She washes it at home.

She brings it wet and dries it here?

Are you mad? It's dried and ironed.

And those trousers?

- Where? - Behind you.

Oh. You'll have to ask Gustave.

You know this weapon?

Never seen it before.

Are those your trousers?

- What trousers? - I only see one pair.

No. I wear overalls. My father wears velvet.

No. Forget it.

We'll go to the hospital. I want to know what the autopsy finds.

...camping on the roadside.

Sir Jack Drummond, his wife and daughter.

He played a major role in the last war

as a scientist and dietician. He was shot,

as was his wife. Their daughter, 10,

was beaten with a rifle butt.

The motive may have been theft, villainy

or the work of a prowler.

Unbelievably, the holidaymakers chose to sleep

beside a main road, on a bend, on gravel.

If that choice was down to luck, it's a simple case.

But if it wasn't...

I'm off to bed. Goodnight.

Goodnight, Gaston.

August 5, 1952 1st day of the investigation

Never seen it.

Why do you ask me that?

Aren't you Yvette Dominici's father?

So what?

We don't know that weapon.

My father has an old Gras rifle,

but he doesn't poach now. Not that he didn't.

Thank you, Mrs Caillat.

Well, do you know it?

No, I don't.

We'd have given up any guns long ago.

Grand'Terre was once called Grand'Scare.

No Jerry would venture in there.

- Even we feared it. - Why?

Some places are like that.

But it was used by all the networks.

- The old man was the head? - He didn't care much.

- It was our letterbox. - So the old man knew everything.

He always has done.

Some people are like that, they keep it all in.

All over this place, men fell from the sky,

with guns and other things.

Now they're all there, buried under the trees.

You're not interested?

You should be. I'm saying this to help you.

You'll get to like this later.

It's good.

A lot of machine guns fell here in the Occupation.

You're digging up old business, Commissioner.

- With 3 fresh corpses. - Those guns,

we all got them here. And we shared them out,

even if we weren't on the same side.

I know. You were hunting Germans.

And bumping each other off.

That was our business.

You mean you were doing business.

With the money parachuted in here,

you bought bars and groceries in Marseilles.

Not me, at any rate.

We stayed poor here.

- So you don't know it. - No.

Mayor, you know that if there are guns hanging around,

we'll turn a blind eye for a few days but... they must be given up.

The law is no joke.

If I knew anything, I'd tell you.

I went to bed early that night and got up at 5am.

I've never seen that gun, and I should know.

You ran the air drops for the FTP in Mirabeau?

Yes. And I'm proud of it.

I'm the secretary for my party section.

You know, if I had trafficked in the money,

supplies and weapons that rained down on us,

they'd have sacked me.

We'd get English Stens, but never American ones.

But this gun dates from the Resistance.

If you're looking to nick me, you may well,

but only for poaching. I've no other vices.

Especially boar.

It's a smell I have to follow.

I always put a leg by for the priest.

- Paul... - Here's Clovis Dominici.

How many Dominicis are there?

I'm the eldest son. I hear you saw my sisters.

He has to see everybody.

We're friends. We think the same. We've never hidden anything.

Wait, Clovis.

Recognise this?

Whose is it?

Tell me, quickly. Quickly.

I don't know it.

You just fell to your knees.

I'm used to working on my knees on the railway.