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.