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Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
sanctificetur nomen tuum.
Adveniat regnum tuum.
Here passes from this Earth
... whom I loved deeply, hopelessly.
She was destroyed in the end
by dreadful memories:
a recollection of horrors
that did not dim as the years went on...
... but instead grew monstrously,
and left her mind shocked and unsteady...
... so that death, when it came,
was a blessed release.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
- Requiescat in pace. Amen.
- Beg pardon, gentlemen. May I speak to you?
- No, you may not.
Mr Delambre? My condolences
on the death of your mother.
You are an accredited scandalmonger!
Why don't you want me
to speak to your nephew?
Because of unanswered questions
about the death of your brother?
All very mysterious.
First it was called murder.
Then it was called suicide.
First Hlne Delambre was held.
Then she was released. All very odd!
Granville, get out of here.
Oh, Inspector Beauchamp. You were
part of that big cover-up, weren't you?
This is going to make
nice reading, I promise you.
Thank you, Inspector Beauchamp. The
newspapers can be unpleasantly persistent.
You must understand
Yes. You and Inspector Charas
were very kind.
- I only aided Charas. It was his case.
No, you were invaluable, too.
You had a great deal to bear, monsieur.
If I can be of any help, please call on me.
That man's a disgrace to all decent
journalists, intruding at such a time.
Nevertheless, he asked a question.
Why was Mother accused?
- I can't tell you.
- You've got to.
All my life I've heard whispers.
something even more terrible than...
...suicide or murder.
What was it?
Anything is better than not knowing.
If I tell you, Philippe,
it will haunt you for the rest of your life.
Tell me. I have a right to know.
Take us to Delambre Frres, please.
The old foundry.
- Monsieur Delambre!
Philippe! I beg of you,
please, do not enter here.
Ever since... Ever since the day
It is I who...
Believe me, I know... I know.
Oh, please. Please, I beg of you. Do not go in.
OK, Gaston. All right.
Thank you for warning us.
Now, we won't be long. Go about your work.
Poor old fellow.
He remembers too much.
This laboratory has been locked
since the day Andr died.
It's just as he left it.
The equipment... It's all smashed.
Yes, he did it - in a blind rage,
...because it destroyed him.
It destroyed him and your mother...
Pure superstition! There are no areas
said man was not meant to fly.
Father did research in transmission
of molecular structures. I know that.
- Just tell me what happened.
- Very well, Philippe. I will tell you.
Yes, it's true. Andr did do research
in the transmission of matter.
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