3x-xx-xx ep04 The Omelet That Cost a Man His Head aka A Case Of Murder Fr

The Police Reporter Man we bring you the police reporter with the store of odd happenings taken from the police records of the world. These stories are true and dramatized for your entertainment.

You will now hear the voice of the police reporter bringing you another true murder mystery. In Paris 17 years ago, in a lovely spring morning, Roger Borong, a young man of no particular abode, who disfrawled indulently on one of the benches that lined the bar de bolognes, an old lady impressing fires to hold the youth in conversation.

It's a grand day, isn't it? Yes, for some people maybe. Aren't you glad spring is here? I have nothing to be glad about. Oh, are you unhappy then? Yes, I am. Oh, won't you tell me why?

Perhaps I can help. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon, and I haven't slept in a bed for four nights. Why, you poor boy. I don't need sympathy. What I need is food or money to buy food.

Would you be offended if I took you to my home and gave you something to eat? Where do you live? Just across the street. I have rooms on the fourth floor that building over there.

Well, perhaps I'm not showing the proper spirit. Maybe you'll find me surly and resentful. But I can't help it when the rest of the world is gay and happy while I'm like this. I'm grateful to you.

But I deserve better than a bench to sleep on and scraps of food flung at me by strangers. But I suppose I should be grateful even for that. Yes, I suppose I should. I have minutes later in the old lady's apartment.