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I couldn't sleep thanks to|little miss perfect.

I wanted something to drink.|I was thirsty. Sorry.

As long as it's water...

He doesn't answer.

You can go in then, Louise.|-Alright, Madam.

How can he sleep|with all that noise.

She's so clumsy.|Where has she been trained...

If I wouldn't be tied to this chair...

Madam!

Madam!|-What is wrong?

Monsieur...

But what is it?|-Monsieur... It's terrible.

What's wrong with him?

He's lying dead on his bed...|with a knife stuck in his back.

You're mad! What are you saying?

He's dead. Blood everywhere.|It's horrible.

Mama...

Mama.

oh baby, sweetheart...

Must be horrible to see for such a |confused child. And she's so nervous already!

Watch her for a moment will you.

Watch her.

Mom?

Are you sure?

I have to go.|I have to see for myself.

The door is locked!|Catherine, did you lock it?

I'm giving it to the police.

No one can go in before|the police gets here.

The police!

She's right. It's always in the|newspaper. Fingerprints!

But my poor Marcel...|-Here. Go ahead.

Do you think you're up to it?|-yes.

We must see.|-Come!

Careful! Maybe the killer|is still there.

She's right! Close the door. Quick!

Suzon... Suzon...|-Mama.

Business was going poorly.|He killed himself.

No, the knife was in his back.|I saw it with my own eyes.

Well, in that case...

A dagger with a handle of bone.

Monsieur asked for it last night,|to cut some cardboard.

Cardboard? That is weird...|What did he want with cardboard?

We have to call the police.|-Right away?

We have already waited too long.

The line is dead.

Look. The telephone cord has been cut.

But by whom?

By someone!

It's just the wind, and your imagination.

What now? If we can't call the police?|-They will come. I'm going to get them.

You're in no condition to drive.

Louise, my coat.

Madam, the dogs!|-The dogs?

They didn't bark last night.|-And?

Vicious as they are, they would have barked if...|-If what?

If a stranger entered the house?|-Precisely.

But if no came from|the outside, then...

Who made the last phone call?

Who made the last phone call?

Me.|-Tell.

I'm telling. This morning around seven thirty,|I called the butcher.

But he couldn't deliver anything|because of the snow.

So at seven thirty|the killer was still here.

Then he cut the cord.

Tell us about daddy's business.

You know how he was.

A real businessman, always working.

Very intelligent,|but not very talkative.

He was always working|on several things...

but he never told me |he was having trouble.

And Mr. Farnoux was a big support.|-Mr. Farnoux?

His new partner at the factory.|-Oh, yes.

Has he been here?|-No. Well yes, once or twice.

We never saw each other.|I mean, very little.

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