Maigret (1992) s01e05 Episode Script

(READS) Chief Inspector Maigret, Police Judiciaire, Quai des Orf A crime will take place during the first mass on All Souls Day in the church of Saint-Fiacre.
Look what was in the post this morning.
Saint-Fiacre.
Village near Moulins.
I was born there.
Huh! Long time ago.
Still, mind the shop, will you, Lucas? There's a good fellow.
You're not going all the way down there? It's just a hoax, surely.
font color="white Or a challenge.
We'll see, old son.
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS) (BELL TOLLS) (BELL CONTINUES TO TOLL) (PRIEST CHANTS IN LATIN) CONGREGATION: Amen.
(PRIEST AND CONGREGATION CHANT IN LATIN) # (CHURCH ORGAN PLAYS) (PRIEST CHANTS IN LATIN) CONGREGATION: Amen.
(CONTINUES CHANTING) (SILENCE) Madame Dead.
Who are you? Chief Inspector Maigret.
Police? From Paris.
Paris? And you? Martin.
Father Martin.
Father Martin? No visible wounds.
You suspect a crime? Dr Bouchardon should tell us what we need to know.
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS) Ah! The Countess? Can't say I'm surprised.
There's quite a history.
Several attacks, one just six weeks ago.
Her condition is well known? Of course.
You can't keep much quiet font color="yell Not this one, that's for certain.
But you can say that it was caused naturally? That it wasn't a crime? Crime? Well, if it was a crime, I can't say the next mass.
The Bishop would have to reconsecrate the church.
It would've been desecrated.
Doctor? What's more natural than a heart attack? If you've got a weak heart, that is.
Maigret, the council bailiff - you're his boy? My father's buried over there.
Yes, I can see it now.
Yes, well, we all change, don't we? You haven't.
You still miss mass to go fishing.
Afraid so.
With Lucien Gautier, your father's successor.
Have you met him? Never.
Hm.
Purely sentimental visit? Day of the Dead.
Traditional, really.
Pay one's respects.
Bet you didn't expect t Did Madame live alone after the Count died? Oh, good Lord, no.
/fo Had a succession of confidential secretaries.
All males, strangely enough, and half her age, too.
Jean Metayer is the latest.
Local fellow? font color="yel I warned her against too much excitement in bed.
Mind you, I can't see Metayer giving any woman a heart attack! Not that way.
You'll see.
Get someone to help you with Madame.
Albert! Marie-Christine! Out here, quickly! What's happening? Where's the Countess? In the car.
Well, what brings you here, Doctor? font color=" Police.
Police? But why? Oh, no Oh, my God! Heart attack - fatal - during mass.
You mean Madame is dead? (PHONE RINGS) I'll answer that.
It's too terrible! When, exactly? As the Chief Inspector said Chief Inspector? From Paris.
Name of Maigret, son of the old baili Coincidence, do you think? What else? (RINGS) Hello? Yes, she is.
She is, indeed.
I'd advise you to get here as quickly as possible.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC) No sign of a needle, no evidence of poison I was right first time.
Definitely cardiac arrest.
(CLOCK TICKS) When I was a young boy, I used to think she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
No, no, don't go upstairs now.
(DOOR OPENS) I'm freezing.
You might have let me dress! How long have you been the Countess's secretary? Two years.
And what did you do before that? I travelled, wrote articles on art - antiques.
Private income? An allowance from my father.
Ah! There used to be a lot more of these here when I was a boy.
Many of them gone now.
It's very sad.
All sold, I suppose.
You became the Countess's lover? One is free to do exactly - You get on well with her son? Count Maurice? You're about the same age.
Do you? I fail to see what - Do you? Or did you supplant him in his mother's affections? May I go home? Yes.
Who the devil are YOU? Was it you I spoke to on the phone? Your mother died this morning.
(CLOCK TICKS) Poor old thing! It happened during first mass, I understand.
Is that right? Chief Inspector Maigret was present.
You saw her die? We need to talk further.
By all means.
(DOOR SLAMS, RAISED VOICES) Oh, my God! You aren't still with us, are you? I just wanted to offer my condolences - Get out! Naturally, you're upset.
I am, too.
Excuse me.
So, you're Old Maigret's son.
Well, well! You met our new bailiff, Gautier? Not yet, Count, no.
Whisky? A finger.
Thank you.
I wish I could say I remembered you, but I don't.
I watched you learn to walk.
Your health.
And yours.
What's that? Read it.
Sent to me in Paris.
Anonymously, of course.
"A crime will take place during first mass on All Souls Day at the church of Saint-Fiacre.
" So down you came?/f Couldn't resist the invitation to return to the scene of my childhood.
I can imagine.
The doctor tells me your mother's heart condition Oh, yes.
Common knowledge.
Apart from yourself, Count, can anyone else benefit financially from font color="whi You mean Metayer? I just wondered.
He's in her will.
Bouchardon also tells me the house is heavily mortgaged.
Three out of the four farms have been sold.
I notice myself that much of the furniture and paintings - books Why is that? Oh, so banal! After my father died He was a provident man.
I know.
You do? Oh! Yes, you do, of course.
font color="lime Carry on.
Papa's death upset Maman dreadfully.
At first, she spent all her time in church.
Where were you? Me? Doing nothing very well in Paris.
Backed a film company.
Disaster! Burnt my fingers in a racing syndicate.
Published a society magazine.
Tittle-tattle plus investment tips.
You know, that sort of thing.
I'll take that.
Anyway, my mother very soon announced she needed help to run the chateau.
Hence her various secretaries? The Doctor's been talking.
All were also her lovers, he said.
Well, yes.
But she needed comfort.
Don't blame her, do you? No.
Mind you, she blamed herself.
Agonies of remorse.
Is that so? Every one of them took advantage - not just of her bed.
This last one, especially.
You don't like Metayer? I loathe him.
Having watched your mother throughout the service Of course! Excuse me, Count.
We'll talk again later.
High mass is just about to finish, isn't it? Well, yes, I think.
Later.
Can I assist, Chief Inspector? Who took the prayer book - the C It's gone.
I don't know.
Has anyone else sat here? No.
Not at the second mass.
And at this last one? No, no-one.
/fo Kindly make it known there will be a reward for whoever brings me the Countess's prayer book.
I'd better state a price, knowing folks around here.
Mm Shall we say 500 francs? Right.
(BIRDSONG) Monsieur, excuse me One doesn't smoke here.
Oh Ah! Sorry.
Madame, that young man - I'm sure you know him.
Course I do.
Emile.
Emile Gautier.
The bailiff's son.
Aah! No, no - that's me.
Eh? Mm.
My father was the old bailiff at the chateau.
Well, that's the new one's lad with his mother.
He works in the bank at Moulins.
Maigret? Are you young Maigret? Young Jules? Ah-ha.
I used to buy oranges from you when I was a boy, Francoise.
Good day, Madame.
Monsieur Gautier! Are you the policeman from Paris? Who told you that? When they came for the Doctor.
Why should I? It's a public holiday today! Besides, what can I do? I'm not a doctor, am I? Nor a policeman! Well, you can come along now.
Grounds aren't what they were.
No.
We had to dismiss all the Nothing to pay them with.
And Saint-Fiacre, as well.
What? The Saint.
You had to sack him, too.
He was a keen horticulturalist, I was always told.
Oh, the patron saint of gardeners! Yes.
So as far as the estate's concerned, you look after pretty much everything? Everything.
Just like my father did.
I can see the likeness now.
I don't think I ever met you, did I? No, I was away studying medicine in Nantes.
Yes, I remember.
/font You didn't stick with medicine? No.
So if you do everything, what's left for young Metayer to do? Sponge.
He's a sponger.
What about the Count? Is he a sponger too Yes, but with more claim.
Well, that takes you back .
.
any number of years.
So anyway, young Metayer has done little or nothing during his time here as secretary? Well, I wouldn't say that, no.
At the start, he made out he's a financial genius.
Took control of the Countess's investments.
Only every stock he bought went down, not up.
Down and down.
/fo Apart from that, he wrote the occasional article for the Courier.
Moulins Courier? Mm.
I reckon they only printed them out of respect for the Countess.
Nobody thought much of it.
He gave himself such airs! Eurgh!/fo Are you going to come in? Some other time.
As you wish.
(ROOSTER CROWS) (HOOFBEATS) Are you the Chief Inspector? Yes, I am.
We may be a poor family, Monsieur, but we've always been an honest one.
You took the prayer book? Answer the man! He's the bane of my life.
Been on and on at me to buy him a big prayer book like Father Marti I told him, how could the likes of us afford one of those? So what happens? Comes back, he does, just before high mass.
Goes up to his room, then out again.
Sowhat do I find under his mattress? There! I shall die of shame.
Thank you very much.
Says he found it in the sacristy, under his surplice.
Then there's a reward, isn't there? Oh, yes, the reward, yes.
Erm Let me see.
There you are.
Thank you, Chief Inspector.
Come on, you! The man's had enough of you, and so have I! Papa, listen.
I need your help - I'm in trouble.
(DOOR SLAMS)/fo I can't talk now.
Goodbye.
Chief Inspector.
Going home? When did you last go to the Moulins Courier? I don't mean to the office.
I mean to the printing works.
Why ask that? Why not answer? No.
No, I'm not obliged.
You studied law, I expect? Two years.
There's no crime here.
The doctor's confirmed - Except I maintain the Countess was killed deliberately with mali by the most vicious of killers! Read this.
It is, in effect, the murder weapon.
The murderer had it printed.
"Count Maurice blew his brains out yesterday afternoon," it says.
His mother found that in her prayer book at the end of the mass.
No wonder she had a heart attack.
And whoever did it notified me in Paris, announcing the time and place font color="w I refuse to speak.
Don't leave the village without telling me.
Just get me the money, Gautier! I can't promise, sir.
Get it! Offer the home farm as security.
Tell them it's for the funeral, or something.
Just a short-term loan.
Go on with you.
Chief Inspector, come in.
Do it, Gautier.
(SIGHS) If you ever want to feel depressed, talk to our bailiff (!) (CHUCKLES) Did you hear any of that? Well, the door was open.
I couldn't help it.
Mm.
Look, thefact is, I came here today with the intention of begging my mother for two m That's a lot of money for a policeman, I'm sure.
You see, I wrote a cheque a couple of days ago.
And didn't have the Criminal offence.
I know, I know.
Have to be presented tomorrow.
I'm sure the Jockey Club won't hesitate to prosecute.
They can certainly obtain a warrant for your arrest.
Quite.
Should have told you before.
Did you know you were dead? Mm? You committed suicide in Paris yesterday afternoon.
This account of your death was placed in your mother's prayer book, where she was sure to find it.
The shock killed her.
Is this a real newspaper cutting? Of course not.
Someone had it printed.
For one purpose only, in my view.
To kill.
My God! Can you spare a moment, Father? Not easily, no.
I think you should.
You may yet need to have your church reconsecrated.
You said it was a natural death.
I said nothing of the kind.
That was Dr Bouchardon's opinion, not mine.
It was murder, Father.
Murder.
Someone took the Countess's prayer book, didn't they? Ernest Bonnet found it hidden under his surplice.
Only four people could have moved that book.
Ernest himself, the Sacristan, the bell ringer - I took it.
And you concealed it in your sacristy? I was so appalled by what had happened, Iwasn't thinking Did you know what was in the book? No.
In that case - Look, I beg you, please don't ask me any further questions.
Secrets of the confessional are involved.
Are you telling me you know who the murderer is? God knows him.
Well, don't you think it's your duty as a citizen - If you'll excuse me, I'm needed elsewhere.
(ROAR OF ENGINE) Here we are, Monsieur Jules.
Ah, thank you, Marie-Tatin.
You know, the old Count was a wonderful man.
He kept everything up to scratch, especially the grounds.
My father took me round them as a boy.
It was like heaven! Yes, we knew where we were with the old Count.
But his son is a different matter - everyone says so.
And as for the Countess Well (SIGHS) She should have grown old with dignity.
She made Saint-Fiacre a byword, she did.
I know I shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but all those young m I mean, I ask you - at her age? Are you quite sure you didn't hear that car this morning? No, Doesdoes Emile Gautier have a car? No, he's got a Vespa.
He goes to the bank on it regularly, but not before half past seven.
Mm, no, no.
It wasn't one of those pop-pop things.
It's not as if we're on the way to anywhere, is it? No.
(RINGS) Morning, Albert.
I'd like to talk to Count Maurice.
He isn't here, Chief Inspector.
Gone? Where? He didn't say.
Drove off before any of us was up.
Did the bailiff call again last night? Monsieur Gautier? No.
Just Father Martin.
No-one else? No.
I must make a phone call.
Hello, Operator? I want to make a personal call to Paris.
Police Judiciaire, Quai des Orfevres.
Ask for Sergeant Lucas.
(CLOCK BELL CHIMES) (PHONE RINGS) Monsieur Gautier? Ah, yes.
Yes, my father told me who you were.
I hope you didn't object.
You know, yesterday.
In the cemetery.
Of course not! I can smoke in here, though, can I? Of course.
Yes, do, Chief Inspector.
I need some information concerning the Countess's financial affairs.
Come through, please.
Right.
Please.
Thank you.
She never enquired about the state of her account.
Just wrote cheques without regard.
No idea of management.
Yes.
The old Count had taken care of everythi Oh, yes.
Yes, my father says things were different when he was alive.
Everything went like clockwork.
Repairs, planting, rents True.
But recently I've been obliged to stop her cheques.
And when I telephoned to explain, Madame would Well, she'd become quite angry with me, really.
It was rather embarrassing for both of us.
I'm sure.
I expect you're aware that three out of the four farms are sold.
The fourth is mortgaged.
Some equity remains in it, but nothing of substance.
The same is true of the chateau itself.
Not much left for Count Maurice? Not really, no.
Mind you, he's enjoyed most of his inheritance in advance, you could say.
Mm, yes.
Tell me, has Metayer benefited at all? He received an overgenerous salary, in my view.
And his investments on Madame's behalf provedunsound.
If they were really made at all, that is.
You mean he may have Bourges, Paris, Lyon Anywhere.
All drained away.
Do you recognise this typeface? Cheltenham Bold, it's known as.
Everybody uses it.
Let's go upstairs.
You mean there are other printers here in Moulins? No, no.
I mean, most provincial papers favour Cheltenham Bold.
Bourges, Navarre I've been asked to turn out this sort of thing from time to time, usually for a theatrical troupe.
Ah! But not recently? No, no, no, no.
What about the paper? Made in Germany and supplied by Constant brothers, Macon.
We all go to them.
Ah! Does Monsieur Metayer ever come here? Him? He's always in and out.
He reckons he knows the job better than we do! Could he set a piece up like this, if he chose to? Well, given a couple of hours, I dare say yes.
Ah! When was he last here? A couple of days ago.
Yes, Tuesday.
And twice, the week before.
Ah! Well, thank you very much, Monsieur.
Not at all.
You've been most helpful.
font color="yellow Is that so? (BLOWS WHISTLE) How interesting.
So please go back to the bank.
Thank you, Lucas.
Good morning, Michel.
Good morning, sir.
(HORSE SNORTS) Good morning, sir.
(MOURNERS MURMUR PRAYER IN LATIN) I'd like another word with you, Father.
I have already told you.
Concerning important matters outside the confessional.
(CAR TYRES SCREECH) Ah! That sounds like the Count now.
Back so soon! # (PLAYS OPENING NOTES TO "FRERE JACQUES") You certainly believe in making yourself at home, Chief Inspector.
You went to Paris.
How did you know that? Albert, ask Father Martin to join us.
I heard your car pass very early this morning.
Your bank in Rue St Honore has informed my colleagues at headquarters in Paris that someone deposited the money you needed this morning.
As you say I assume that person was yourself.
Me? Yes.
Who supplied the money, Count? Emile Gautier tells me his father didn't call here last night.
Gautier did nothing.
Didn't even try.
I told you he wouldn't! However (DOOR OPENS) Ah! Father.
The Chief Inspector wishes to know why you sent me 2 million francs font color="lime" That was in the strictest confidence! Father Martin was devoted to my mother.
The cash, lent by our notary's widow - Father Martin is good with women (!) - arrived with a note.
"Be careful," it says.
"I pray for you.
" There! Somewhat poisonous, I'd say.
I regard the money as a loan, Father.
But I do not accept what your note seeks to imply: that I am in some way guilty of my mother's death! I have already told Monsieur Maigret that I cannot speak further.
My mother confessed something.
Or was it Metayer? He's one of your flock.
What did he confess? You know I cannot say any more.
But I can guess, Father.
She told you about my gambling, my women, my debts.
Hm? Said she lived in fear of my begging letters, my constant visits here to beg for yet more and more money! That's it, isn't it? And did she finally suggest, within the confessional, that she feared for her life, so desperate was I to inherit? Was that it? Especially as her latest personal secretary was creaming off so much of what was legitimately mine? Please Please.
You may go, Father.
What?! You can go.
How dare he suggest! Anyone can have his suspicions, Count.
At least his generosity's enabled you to avoid arrest.
The family honour preserved by that pious little toad (!) Please.
He's not the only one to feel horrified by recent events.
As a child, I looked up to your family, Count.
I had no doubt you'd be worthy of your name.
Of course, I was wrong.
How was I to know you'd turn out to be as you are? Or that your mother would fall prey to a murderer? You can't say it was murder.
Oh, in the strictly judicial sense, no Exactly.
But in terms of natural justice, I can say and do say it was murder, as surely as if someone had fired a gun at her.
The news of your suicide was intended to shock - to kill, even.
It succeeded.
Tell me, Count, does Cheltenham Bold mean anything to you? Cheltenham? It is a racecourse in England, I believe.
Is it, really? Oh, another thing.
Don't leave the village again without telling me.
(ROOSTER CROWS) (CLUCKING) Hello.
Good morning.
I'd like to talk to your husband, f Come in.
Thank you so much.
In here? No, not the study - the kitchen.
Ah! In here.
Ah, thank you.
I'll fetch him.
font color="white" Ah, Chief Inspector.
Hello.
I used to play for hours under this table when I was a child.
It was a cave, a wigwam, a robbers' den Like most kids.
Did your son? No.
Old head on young shoulders, with him.
Always like that, he was.
A-ha.
You don't care for the Count, do Mm? Well, you couldn't raise the money he wanted.
I tried, but no-one was prepared to put it up.
Not around here.
They know him only too well.
Father Martin seemed to manage it all right.
More fool him.
Here's health.
Good health.
My father used to keep the account books in there.
Which ones? Oh, I don't know.
Usual stuff - staff wages, farm revenue, rent collections General game logs and the lot, you know.
Do you mind if I have a look? Er, Emile took them just the other font color="yellow To do an audit? Yes.
Oh, well, that's all right, then.
They'll be safe in the bank, yes.
It's a pity, really.
I was in Moulins only this morning.
I could have looked at them then, butsome other time.
Why don't you like the count? I saidI said before.
I said why.
Oh, yes, a scrounger.
Yes.
With more claim that Metayer, whom you dislike even more.
You know, it's very strange for me being here after all these years.
It's disconcerting.
It's very much the same but somehow different.
Yeah Pity about the old range.
New.
Fairer to the wife.
Kept on at you to get one, hm? Women will, won't they - some of them - push us where we'd rat Well, I won't keep you any longer, Gautier.
I'm sure you have a thousand and one things you have to do.
I know my father did.
Oh, you needn't mention to your son my inquiries about the estate font color="white Just between you and me.
All right? Cheerio.
(SIGHS) You remember what to say? Well, you just tell him.
Tell the man! Hello, Ernest.
Um, I er What? Can I see your whistle? Here.
A-ha! May I? (BLOWS WHISTLE) When I was your age, I'd have killed for one of these.
(SHORT BLASTS) You've got something to tell me, haven't you? I'm listening.
It's about the prayer book.
You see, my mother didn't tell you everything.
Just after second mass, someone asked me where it was.
Who? Who? Look, would you like some grenadine? Huh? Fizzy water? Sure, fizzy water.
After you, Monsieur.
The Count - Count Maurice came into the church.
You're quite sure you don't mean Monsieur Metayer? No.
No, it was the Count! He asked me if I'd seen the Countess's prayer book.
It wasn't in her pew.
And you hadn't then? No, it was just before I found it.
In the sacristy? Mm.
So you were telling the Count the truth at that moment? Oh, yes.
Just like you're telling me the truth now? Yes.
Good.
Well, that's fine.
Well, then, Ernest, you've been a great help to me.
Thanks to you, I can now see my way.
How did you know about my whistle? Saw you in Moulins.
What, you followed me - like a real detective? There we are.
Now, you'd better run along now.
And thanks again.
(HUM OF CONVERSATION) I must speak with you.
There's something - What? What have you omitted to tell me? The night before the Countess died - Someone broke into the chateau and inserted the newspaper cutting into the prayer book? How do you know? I don't.
I'm making it up, just like you are.
It's true.
I heard a noise and when I went down to investigate, the front door was wide open.
Why didn't you tell me this before? I was afraid you wouldn't be (PHONE RINGS) I swear to you, Chief Inspector.
Maigret? Ah, Lucas! Yes, very good.
Ah, thank you.
Yes, it's just what I expected.
Well, Metayer, suppose I accept your story.
Who was the intruder? I'm sure it was the Count himself.
Are you? Why don't we both ask him together? Now? Why not? No time like the present.
The Chief Inspector is here, sir.
Show him in.
Good afternoon, Count.
I believe you came here the night before your font color="whi (CLOCK TICKS) Yes, it's true.
Why didn't you tell me? Pride.
And shame.
I was desperate.
Do you understand? (SIGHS) I thought I might get hold of my mother's jewels so I could hock them.
I had to have the money to cover that cheque.
Don't you see? Was that the only reason? The only reason, I swear it.
He's lying.
Get out! You - get out.
It must have been for the prayer book, mustn't it? To insert the cutting.
It was him! How dare you! You parasite! That's enough.
You may go, Metayer.
If you wish to leave Saint-Fiacre, you can.
He wasn't the only person to notice your return, Count.
He's as guiltless as you are.
You may well detest him and he may well detest you, but you're both innocent.
Why don't you come along with me? (BIRDSONG) You know why we're here? One of you should call.
Count, may I Shall we go in here - the study? I was only ever allowed in there on Sundays.
Has it altered much? Ah! Good Lord, Gautier! All this? Inherited.
Erm, my wife's mother.
All of it.
Er, her insurance matured.
She bought it all before she died.
Do you seriously expect us to - If I may, Count Of course, Chief Inspector.
Do go ahead.
Your job.
Your deposit account in Paris, Gautier, I assume it was your son who advised you to open it? Too risky to open one in Moulins.
What account? I don't know what - Emile audited the estate's accounts.
You told me so yourself.
And the surplus, he siphoned off.
Went straight into your Paris account.
We've got all the details at our headquarters.
And when the family heirlooms were sold to pay for your thieving, again you, as bailiff, took your cut.
I deny it all.
It's lies! I don't suppose that will help Emile .
.
when I charge him with murder.
Murder? The Countess died.
Have you forgotten that? But surely - You knew it, didn't you? You knew it all.
Emile covered up for you, you covered up for him.
(CAR ENGINE ROARS) Sounds like your son now.
(CHICKENS CLUCK) Hello.
Chief Inspector? We can talk in there.
In you go.
It's all over, Emile.
No.
Your father's right.
Your loyalty to him has led you from embezzlement to murder.
Did the Countess start to suspect you? Or is it simply jealousy? Or were you simply jealous of Metayer for supplanting you? Emile?! My mother? Oh, yes.
You put the cutting in the prayer book, didn't you? I - Don't answer, Emile.
Don't say anything.
You called at the printer's.
You knew Metayer went there often, so what better place to print a false report? A few francs to one of the staff and up to the Countess's room, to slide the cutting into the prayer book.
You can't prove it.
Any court would throw it out.
Papa's right.
I needn't say anything.
Of course, the real question is, why did you alert me in Paris? I opened your letter.
"A crime will take place.
" You wanted me to find out, didn't you? You're a law-abiding citizen.
Why, you even reprimanded me for smoking in the cemetery! Once you're in custody, you'll be all right, I promise.
No.
Oh, no.
No! Come on! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Upstairs.
Quick.
You don't get away with it like that.
Face the law! And me! Confess it, so I hear it.
So Monsieur Maigret hears it.
Say it, boy.
Say it! (SOBS) I loved her, even though I robbed her.
I hated her, too.
It's because of Metayer! After he came, she wouldn't even look at me.
And you admit you had the cutting printed? Yes.
Yes, I did.
First I wanted you to think Metayer had done it.
Then the Count.
And you got young Ernest to tell me that, didn't you? Excuse me.
I can't stay in this room.
(SOBS) (CONTINUES TO SOB) Come on, Emile.
Up you get.
Come on.
(SOBS) (BIRDSONG) Ah! Thank you.
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