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But every time Mr. Farnoux came,|the dogs started barking.

They smelled he had a dog himself.

So it's unlikely that...|-Absolutely. Very unlikely.

Mom, who inherits daddy's fortune?

Me.

I mean, we...

In this case the factory get's sold,|and the money goes to the wife and children.

His wife gets half and...

Notaries know everything about that.

Catherine, can you get me a handkerchief please.|-Yes, mom.

We must warn daddy's sister.

His sister? Rubbish.|That woman!

Yes, mama. You wrote me|she moved to this town.

Do you know why?

Surely to get in touch|again with Marcel.

After her decadent life in Paris,

she thought she could come|back to her rich brother.

Thank god she never set foot in our house.

How awful.

I come home after a year,|and daddy is dead.

Killed.

Everything is looking different now.

Incredible how faces can change|in a year.

Do I look older then?

No, mama.

You're still as beautiful as ever.

Despite the passing of the years...

Maybe.

But that will probably change soon|after this disaster.

My sweet Marcel.|We understood each other.

We had it so good together.

But with separate bedrooms.

Marcel came home late.|He often worked at night.

He asked me to temporarily move.|Anything else?

This is not the time.|-Girls, quiet now.

We must get help.|Gaby, take the car. Hurry!

What if the killer is still here?|-Don't worry.

He probably isn't waiting for us.|He's long gone.

He went out the same way he came in:|through the door.

The killer is smarter|than we think. And nearer.

Is there a man prowling around?|-A man? Why a man?

What else?|-Well...

A woman!

Shame on yourself! You're accusing us.

If you have a clear conscience...

You have one then?|-More than you.

You think I did it because you hate me?

I don't care about you.|-Can you hear that?

Augustine, darling, calm down.

Of course, take sides with Gaby.|She's rich now.

She can kick us out!|Save your own neck.

Nobody ever contradicts her.

But I have a lot to|tell the police.

That's slander, you can't do that!|-Let her talk, darling.

She despises me. She's jealous.|Of course. I'm beautiful and rich.

She's ugly and poor.

Next time it will be right |between your eyes.

Such a nice vase, darling!

Do you want something to drink?|-I hate drinks between meals.

Didn't you get up 5 times tonight?

That's something else.|I'm very sick. Heart problems.

Take your pills then.

Fine, I'll take them all,|then you'll be rid of me.

Augustine, baby.|-Leave me alone!

Mamy!

Your legs! What happened?

I feel better. It's either the snow|or a Christmas miracle.

And we had to buy a wheelchair.

Louise, my coat.|I already asked you 2 times.

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