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THE 7th JUROR

I mean Gaston!
Stop pretending!

- Same old thing!
- What thing?

You know.

- What?
- It's not the first time.

So what?

Blaming me for your indiscretions!

- I'm indiscreet?
- You bet you are!

- I wanted to tell you.
- Be my guest.

I'm sick of your brutality.
This time, it's over!

Shut the hell up!

Enough of this, enough!
Shut up!

No!

Leave me alone!

Go away!

I want to kiss you.

Quiet!

Shut up!

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything.

I passed by. She was there.

My God, why was she there?

I'd eaten too much.

Drunk too much.

What's there to do
on Sundays?

But a drunk man's crime.

A madman's crime.

A coward's crime.

I was afraid of them...

of seeing them coming,

surprising me with that girl.

It's their fault.

They're to blame.

They follow me all over.

They're always behind me,

watching me,
keeping tabs on me...

Little Mrs. Duval
and her two grown children.

Cannibalistic family.

Hand trouble?

You look at them
like they're someone else's.

I just scraped them.

You can be so dainty!

The next morning...

I woke up. Yes, us usual.

I was a murderer and...

barely a bad night's sleep.

Not having toast?

You're not ill?

No, not hungry.

The coffee wasn't good.
It's the coffee maker.

A matter of life and death.

Now I am a murderer.

Does an instant astray
efface a life of respectability?

Despite my quotidian gestures,
something haunted me.

Something I finally put a finger on.

If was a sound.

Bells.

VILE MURDER

The bells of 7 churches
punctuate our town

but we don 't hear them anymore.

But I could hear them again.

As a dying person
hears things in silence.

Maybe my ears were just ringing.

Not well, Mr. Duval?

Me? I'm fine. Why?

Afier a day like yesterday,
I'd have an upset stomach.

Supposedly remorse sinks in.

As of now,

not even a pang.

I must have a conscience,
like everyone.

- Still not well?
- Beat it.

I wasn't even afraid.

This idiot who sleeps like a log
was my alibi.

She laughed all the time.

She was too pretty, too carefree.

Too easy.

We didn't cross paths often.

Different schedules.

What purpose did she serve
in society?

A dangerous element,
by her presence alone.

Fueling the fire.

Once she'd have been burnt
as a witch.

That's what I did.

I acted in self-defense.

It wasn't a murder but an execution.

Without a sentence.

I'm sure she was even prettier
when making love.

She looked at me until the end.

I didn't do it intentionally.
No thoughts.

Not even that.

That evening, I was back

in my pharmacist skin,
beyond suspicion.

As innocent as that ass

who nods 10 times a day
since he bought insecticide.

Hello, Dad!

An ass yes, but not a criminal.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hey, honey.

These faces...

- Hi, Sylvere.
- Hey, sweets.

They don't know
what they're in for.

No idea I have a secret.

They know nothing.

We hope for the worst
with so few distractions.

Dishonor an honest man,
what a laugh.

Fortunately I'm almost innocent.

I didn't do anything.

I did nothing intentionally.

Why am I trying to deceive myself?

I'm not the same Gregoire as yesterday,

the one who didn't hear the Angelus.

This void, this solitude...

So this is happiness?

Terrifying daily happiness,
happy people eating soup.

Soup every night.

Laurent, put the book down.
Dinner.

At his age I foo dreamt of adventure.

I no longer have an age.
But I have a family.

No more dreams of adventure.

I wasn't even hoking
for adventure yesterday.

More like a thirst, a desire for liquor.

All there is to life and death:

in seconds, things come undone.
Scaffolding falls.

Farewell to adventure and adventurers.

No need to read, boy.

Eat your soup.

To be big and strong.

To become a murderer like daddy.

or beat if on the double.

Flee programmed entertainment,
organized trips.

You're not eating?
Not hungry?

Don't come back too lute.

Now I'm a free man.

Until 11.

18 years of this.

Never missed a night
except Sundays, holidays,

business trips to Paris
and emergencies.

Like my appendicitis.

Over 18 years,
I've learned every shadow by heart.

One night she was there.

She was with a man.
They were fighting.

I think he slapped her.

She was too pretty,

too carefree,

too easy.

She laughed all the time.

That's how Genevieve and I began.

Idiots in love. If they only knew.

Why get married so young?

I was sick of freezing my ass off
talking about the future.

With my cold,
I couldn't wait till spring.

When we woke up like dummies,

we realized it would never end.

To think with another one,
if may have worked.

I knew someone could love me.

We never discussed
our misunderstanding.

The way we were bred.

We mustn't be alone.

Won 't stop Earth from spinning.

For 18 years,
every night I find the same faces,

the same friends,
the same bridge game

with the same conversation.

I have my place in this little world,

where everyone hints at
adventures he never had.

As for my adventure... I had it.

I am a murderer.

Good evening, Mrs. Souchon.

- Full house?
- Big news.

The murder is a holiday.

Never met her,
but no jukebox.

- Sign of mourning?
- Plain decency.

Till they blow the cannon!

Mr. Duval's herbal tea!

Gentlemen.

Hello, Your Honor.

Hello, Charles.

Doctor...

So... are we playing?

Talking.
Our friend is investigating the case.

I've decided to go very fast.

Arrest, iudge, kill,
vive Ia France!

- It's a sex thing.
- So what?

Against that?

Lu Pompadour, Josephine, George Sand...
didn't they have sex?

- Gentlemen!
- What do you know?

A great deal.
Captain Valard knows his job.

Bloodhound. I knew his father.
Father-son bloodhounds!

The crime scene shows
there was a struggle.

The girl was surprised.
She was hit on the head.

- I put Dr. Marmont...
- A jackass.

- Experienced in medicine.
- Yes, in killing people!

As Investigating Magistrate,
were there...

No, no signs of rape.

Not a banal crime.

Her virtue wasn't his target.

Maybe she was asleep.

You don't kill someone sleeping,
for no reason.

You're right. Work fast.
A maniac is at loose.

What is the government doing?

A State funeral for poor Catherine!

Doctor, you go too far.

I'm the only one here to take pity.

Of course!

Yes, of course!

Problem?
I didn't slink off to see her!

No hiding it. I wasn't ashamed.

- No shame. Just like her.
- Making scandals.

The scandal tonight is here.

Here... amid your fear.

Poor kid.
Laughing at your grimaces killed her.

In our small town,

a brave citizen twisted her neck.

Justice is done.

Can you sentence the killer
without sentencing yourselves?

- Pain is making you ramble.
- What pain?

Because a nice little whore is dead?
Don't be silly.

No, not pain. Call it...

Disgust. Nausea.

If I knew the criminal,
I'd never turn him over.

Why not?

No trust in your justice.

The police chief!

Gentlemen...

- I just arrested the murderer.
- Who is it?

- Sautral.
- Nortier's friend?

Yes, madam.

I already said I'm innocent!

I'm innocent.

I didn't ask.

I had no reason to kill her.

We got along well.

- Witnesses disagree.
- Witnesses to what?

- I don't kill women!
- And men?

- Indochina.
- I don't mean war.

I'm explaining.

Good behavior is no proof!

Satural lived off Miss Nortier.

Not at all.
Money flowed between us.

- In one direction!
- I'm a press photographer.

Sports articles in D�p�ches.
I get by.

- So did Catherine.
- How?

I didn't ask to see her books.
We somehow managed.

Judge Hoppenot is bungling it.

Not at all.

He deserves a bigger job
than the one he has here.

- He's brilliant.
- At night, at the brasserie?

The killer should be sentenced by now.

- What killer?
- There's only one. Suutral, right?

There's no proof.

What more do they need?

- He slept with her.
- That's considered a sign of affection.

Don't make fun. It's serious.

You've forgotten something,
poor dear.

Your role in the trial.

- Mine?
- Yes, yours.

You're on the list of possible iurors.

Know how my uncle became mayor,
then councilman?

After a trial.

He led the jury.

Got noticed.

There you have it.

- Have what?
- Mr. Mayor...

You may even make it to Parliament.

- What for?
- Forget it!

It would bowl my friends over.

And be great for business
and our children.

I'm counting on you.

Throw you friends at the cuf�
for a loop.

Show them
what kind of mun you are.

What kind of man am I?

What kind of woman are you?

Acting like a little girl
who didn't get enough love.

As if we'd never existed.

Out on bail?

Why?

No surprise
killers room the streets!

Lawyers should defend only the innocent.
And tactfully.

9 out of 10 innocent people
are guilty ones

who get away with it.

Play, old chap!

I say it's a government thing.

If the government hums along,
everything does.

Rest assured, my friends.

His lawyer asked
for his release on bail,

but I refused.

Bravo! Judge, kill
and vive Ia France!

"I understood you..."

Let me congratulate you.

Keeping a man in jail
without any real proof

is really nice work.
Excellent diagnostic.

- But how?
- No proof and you know it.

- No proof?
- Conjecture, perhaps.

If that. And if you wanted to,
you could suspect me too!

Of course you could!

You all find me abnormal.

Maybe you're right.

So?

Why not me? Is it impossible?

Obviously! I'm on your side!
The nice veterinarian

who heals your hunting dogs, spent,

and your parakeets, bored...
on Sunday.

After their failed attempt,

they asked for a psychological exam.

That's classic.

If the General had his hands free...

No other suspects?

Good old Duval!

And with your reputation.

They have a suspect.
Why find another?

The door!

So, Mr. Duval,
for you Sautrul is innocent?

I never said that.

But what if he were?

- If you found another suspect?
- Too late!

A glass of rum, a cigarette...

The overhead really isn't enormous.

- What would you do?
- Justice has it all figured out.

- Two guillotines!
- Please, Doctor.

I'd have the case dismissed.

Hurry, we have just enough time.

- Club.
- Heart.

- Pass.
- 2 hearts.

- Pass.
- 3 no trump.

Our 4 no trumps were easy,

but coming up against those cards
was bad luck.

My mind was elsewhere.

Don't worry.
Sautrul is guilty, 10 to 1.

- To 1?
- Figure of speech.

The facts are damning.

- We'll have his head.
- Will we?

First execution in the city.

Interesting.

The Prefect is proud.

The country was starting to doze off.

- Evening, Mr. Duval.
- Chief...

Only then did fear strike.

Fear and panic.

Hysterical.

For no reason.

Because with Sautral guilty,
I ran no risk.

But something was pushing me
to leave this city,

where a man lived
who looked like me and murdered

and who was me.

Generations of Duvals
had done this before me.

I was alone...

and I needed to speak.

To speak.

Father, I ask for forgiveness.

I've forgotten the formula,
but please listen.

- God is listening, my son.
- God?

No, it has to be you.

A man is in prison in Pontarlier,

accused of a crime.

To have killed a woman.
But he is innocent.

Only you can save him.

- You alone.
- Me?

Yes.

By proclaiming him innocent.

Father, I killed her.

A stupid accident.

I obviously never wanted
that poor girl to die.

But this man...

I can't let him be sentenced.

Turn yourself over to the law.

Only then can God shed
His mercy on you.

I swear it was an accident.

God knows.

God can't want
on innocent family destroyed.

First save your soul.

- They matter more. I'll manage.
- There is no managing.

Pride will prevent the Lord
from recognizing you.

Confess to your crime.

Save that man,
save what you can in your living hell.

Until then, I can do nothing.
See your journey to the end.

I'd been too hopeful.

The solution could come only from me.

No more flight.
I couldn't go further.

I decided to go home.

What is it?
Did I forget a birthday?

I'm glad to tell you the news.

You've been named one of the iurors

for the Sautral trial.

- I'm pretty happy.
- It's official.

You can be rejected
by defense or prosecution

but who wouldn't want
Gregoire Duval on the jury?

The entire pharmacy is honored.

"Criminal Court...

"Gregoire Duvul,
pharmacist 1st class."

- Wonderful!
- Village chief.

Listen to you.

I can't punish you.
How do I judge others?

Your children aren't murderers yet.

- So acquit him, Daddy.
- Dinner time.

Kids blabber on and on.

Like grownups.

A matter of education.

Now prove yourself worthy
of this new honor.

You never disappointed me.

Genevieve, are you serious?

Yes, of course.

Anything wrong?

I've never seen you all laugh.

Your Honor,
the statement of this priest

doesn't mean much.

Definitely not proof of Sautral's guilt,
Prosecutor.

A priest hears the confession of a man

claiming to have killed Nortier.

Sure, fine.
We all know of lunatics like that.

They don't fill prisons
but they exist.

Not to discourage you...

but isn't your case hard enough?

Truth is,
Sautral's head is fine for me.

And I'll have it, legally.

He wasn't caught red-handed,
but the case is solid.

No fun if murderers
get caught red-handed.

What would we do?

The captain's presumptions
are serious.

Presumptions always are,

when there's nothing else
in the file.

Valard, do you think your man is guilty?

- I do.
- He'd stake his life on it.

Sautral's life, that is!

Come now, Mr. Cavalier!

Forgive my little joke.

Afier all,
we're not choirboys.

It would be wonderful
if the trial coincided

with the annual fair.

The region would visit our modest city

and along with commerce,

justice would be honored.

No, please.

Excuse me, sir, I hadn't seen you.

Yes, I'm losing weight.

Did you read Le Pontissalien?
Excellent article!

L'Est R�publicain is lukewarm,
but Les D�p�ches

already has us on page 1.

"The Trial of the Year", my friend!
Not bad?

- I wouldn't want to be you.
- Why not?

I don't think the poor guy is guilty.

Well, well! Interesting...

Explain your reasoning.

In my opinion...

Because you're on the jury list.

I hope you won't be rejected.

I'm really glad I ran into you.

We can exchange a few ideas
about Sautrul's innocence.

Good day, madam.

Good to see you.

I meant to tell you
how impressed I am.

- Hear my case first.
- Why?

Before a losing battle,

only normal you ask help from the Lord.

- Who else but Him?
- Why not you?

The black sheep must die.

- Capital punishment?
- To sort wheat from chaff.

Perfect...
See you soon, my friend.

I'm glad I bumped into you.
And thank you.

Mr. Parent Pierre, 20th on the list.

Rejected by prosecution.

Mrs. Suquet Adele.

- 8th on the list.
- Accepted.

Rejected by defense.

Mrs. Nadale Marie,

11th on the list.

Rejected by defense!

No women
for trials like this.

Mrs. Leroy Hermine, 1st on the list.

- Reiected by defense.
- Mr. Besangon Joseph.

- 2nd on the list.
- Accepted.

Mr. Doat Albert.

- 4th on the list.
- Accepted.

Mr. Souchon Henri, 9th on the list.

Here!

Accepted.

Mr. Duval Gregoire, 21st on the list.

- Reiected by defense.
- No.

According to the new Article 298

in the penal code,
the defense has no more rejections.

You're allowed a maximum of five.

Mr. Duval.

Accepted.

Mr. Laffly Arthur...

Congratulations.
Accepted!

- You didn't reiect me?
- I'm not dumb.

You were rejected by defense.
Now you join us.

I expected no less
than your democratic conscience.

There you have it.

Thanks to these idiots,
I wasn't rejected.

Actually, I no longer wanted to be.

The decision had been made for me.

I had to save Sautral.

Test or punishment?

The investigation I began

quickly led me to the victim's lover,

Sylvain Sautral.

Well known in our community,

for displaying, rather showily,

his loose morals.

The defendant,

after a violent discussion
with his mistress,

was seen by a witness

searching through her bag

and taking her wallet.

We will hear this witness.

- What do you have to say?
- I didn't kill Catherine.

In any case, yes or no,

did you go with her to the lakeshore

on the afternoon of September 27th?

So you lied to the police.

Just about that.

I knew people said it was me.

You were there.
Someone strungles her before you...

- I'd Ieft.
- Go on, tell us about it.

Catherine fell asleep.
I wanted cigarettes.

I realized I had no gas.

I went to take some money
from Catherine's bag.

Then I went by foot to buy gas.

So the witness wasn't wrong

when he saw you take
the victim's wallet

from her bag?

Yes, to go buy gas.

- Then?
- The garage was closed.

When I came back,
the fisherman was accusing me.

I panicked and left.

Without checking if she was dead?

I've seen corpses.

Please...

Can the witness tell the jury

if he thought the defendant
would admit to his crime?

I felt so.

Several times, I thought he might.

Thank you.

I always denied it.

Why not confess if he wanted to?

I don't know... I just felt it.

As if weighing his choices:

confession
with mitigating circumstances

or lying persistently
to impress the jury.

- It's obvious!
- Conjecture!

Any more questions?

- Next witness.
- Your Honor...

Juror number 7?

I think Article 311 of the penal code
entitles me to intervene.

Be my guest.

Ask any question that will help you

to establish the truth.

- Can the police chief...
- "The witness".

Can the witness say if Catherine...

"The victim".

If the victim fought back.

Did the witness
see any traces of a fight?

Difficult to say.

There were lots of people
stomping all over.

There's your answer.

- Excuse me.
- Your scruples do you honor.

Show in the next witness.

Tissue tear in the neck

and a fracture in the thyroid cartilage

indicate the violence
of the attack.

And a red spot
at the bottom of the right cheek.

A welt...
Hematoma, if you prefer.

The trace of a blow she received?

In addition to the strangulation.

Did the witness get any fingerprints

off the victim's neck?

We never find clean prints

on strangulation victims.

However, finger traces are distinct.

The prints are fuzzy, but they exist.

But here... nothing.

Meaning?

That the assailant surely wore gloves.

Gloves!

Gentlemen of the jury,

take note
of this extremely important point.

Thank you.

Juror 7?

Did the doctor examine the defendant?

I'm asking because

the prosecutor implied
that the victim fought buck.

Not for long.

A fight could have left traces.

She could have scratched.

I went to examine the victim,
not the defendant.

Pity.

Did you check the victim's fingernails

for skin fragments
other than her own?

I did not run that exam.

Pity again.

- No more questions, Juror 7?
- No, Your Honor.

Next witness, please.

Name, age, address and profession?

Testu Albert, 30.
12 avenue de Ia R�publique.

Office clerk.

Your statement.

We were at L'Echelle that night.

- The night before the crime?
- Yes.

I danced with Catherine.

And after your night out,

Sautral lunged at Catherine Nortier
and hit her?

Yes. Kicked her and punched her.

Was his violence
spurred by your behavior

with the Nortier girl?

I assume so, Your Honor.

Were you the victim's lover?

I mean...
she and I had slept together.

Sautral...

were you aware of this...

connection between Catherine Nortier
and the witness?

You knew she was his mistress?

Don't overdo it.
They'd slept together.

How did you react to being betrayed?

- It made me laugh.
- I don't understand.

That guy has a funny face.
So I'm sorry but...

Big love, big laugh.

This questionable humor

will help me present the cuse
that jeulousy

was one of his motives.
- No one was jealous!

I'll prove the opposite.

- Your Honor?
- A question, Juror 7?

If I understand the prosecutor,

defendant and victim fought,
exchanged blows

and he strangled her.

Exactly.

To buck it up,
the coroner found signs of a fight

and strangulation marks.

Exactly.

Can Dr. Marmont come buck?

If Juror 7 asks for him,

we call him to the stand.

Juror 7, you may question the witness.

Could the mark at the bottom
of her right cheek

have come from a blow

received before the murder?

Of course.

The fight between Sautral and Nortier

could have happened earlier.

Maybe even the night before
at L'Echelle.

That's all I wanted to know.

Court is adjourned.

- Gentlemen?
- I'll have u kir.

No, raspberry liqueur.

Two.

Two raspberry liqueurs.

Come here often?

Where else?

Why did you want to come?

To try to understand.

Sautral and his friend
come every night?

Almost. That was their table.

- Where?
- There.

What did they do?

Like everyone.
Listened to music.

New American records.

Pierrot, the boss,
gets them in Switzerland.

And... they'd sit and talk...

they'd dance... and kiss...

Did they seem happy?

Who knows?

She laughed a lot.

You ever dance with Catherine?

I found her attractive.

And did you...

That's all, but it was super.

It's funny...

We danced like that before the war.
More or less.

Like Blacks at the Cotton Club.

Lester Young, Count Basie...
Armstrong, of course.

Ella Fitzgerald...

Yes, my boy. Already!

I met her dancing.

- Who?
- Nadia.

It was love at first sight.

We'd meet near the cathedral
in Strasbourg.

In a small room, pink and gray,

with romantic prints
and discreet service.

For some, love is
the one great thing in their lives.

Nothing else matters.

I was 25 and I loved her.

And?

I snuck off like a thief in the night.

I couldn't understand
making love wasn't despicable.

I'd never learned that

freedom is like a disease...

I'd been...
vaccinated against happiness.

It was too late.

And then...

I got surprised. I was afraid.

- Of her?
- No...

Of us.

I was already engaged to your mother...

Nadia was...

Nadia was the unknown.
Adventure.

Never saw her again?

I hope she died like me
without a word.

Father...

Sorry, son.

Sorry. I was just kidding.

You, here?

Changing bars without a word?

And you?

I'm a regular, but I won't talk.

Buck at the scene of the crime?

So the police chief
must be under the table?

No one.

You shook off your tail?

Think I'm being tailed?

He has his little murderer.

Can I buy you a drink?

Not even a nightcap?

- The one we forget.
- It's too late.

True.

She won't be back.

- Who?
- The one we're all waiting for.

Waiter!

Nothing.

Twice.

Believe me, drop it.

They're iust kids.
Tons of problems.

We're worse.

What have we to teach?

Nothing.

We force our away into their youth,

get thrust buck to ours...

And splat.

Gets everything dirty.

That was her laugh.

- What laugh?
- That was their table.

Leave that.

It was for the scent.

The smell.

You have a question, Juror 7?

I'd like another witness.

Not on the list? Who is it?

You mentioned L'Echelle yesterday.

Someone here is a regular.

Dr. Hess.

Can we hear him, Your Honor?

Juror 7, you may ask your question.

You'd met
Sylvain Sautral and Catherine Nortier?

We were even friends.

Friends?
There was rumor of a liaison.

Not at all.

Everyone knew she was nice to me.

There's a nuance.

Everyone knew, no one cared.
Re-nuunce.

Even him?

Especially him.

To understand this world,
understand that for him,

jeulousy is never even felt.

- Monsters!
- Do we understand Othello better?

The victim's flings
left the defendant indifferent.

Which denotes, Juror 7,
a very strange mentality.

- You believe that?
- Why not?

Because yesterday's witness

led you to want to plead jeulousy.

You said so.

Could Juror 7

wait until I close
before making conclusions?

I'm sorry, sir.

Excuse me, Your Honor.

All this pseudo-philosophy

seen at L'Echelle...

what do you think of it, Mr. Hess?

What goes on there
is not at all philosophical.

Typical barroom morality.

No need to give it more credence
than it deserves.

Yes, Sylvain Sautral was my lover.

What is your opinion of him?

- He's a child.
- A spoiled one.

I definitely spoiled him.

How did your liaison come to an end?

Naturally. He met Catherine.

- He cheated on you?
- Not at all!

He told me and he left.

- Did you feel sad?
- Of course.

But Catherine is gayer, more fun.
I understood.

What could I do?

I don't know,
but I imagine a woman of character...

Maybe my character
doesn't lead to violence.

The defendant took advantage of you,

letting you believe...

I know him.
He wouldn't have bothered pretending.

He's an honest guy.

Your Honor...

Juror 7, you may speak.

I wanted to know
if spoiling Sautral meant...

Yes, I gave him money.

He wasn't working yet.

But he never really cared about money.

I saw him happy without any.

So was I.

Excuse me...

Nothing.

I was happy too.

But this bores you.

Could he have killed a woman
for not giving him money?

He'd have to remember to ask!

Could Sautral have killed Nortier
for monetary reasons?

Impossible.

- Do you still love Sylvain Sautral?
- Sure I do.

He can still come back. He knows it.

Well, well!

The Court and jury
know what to make of this testimony,

marked as it is
by such overwhelming passion.

You may step down, miss.

Baillif, the next witness.

- You heard the fight?
- As if I was there.

- You didn't see them?
- Too far.

There were trees.
Suddenly, no more shouts.

Suddenly?

- I found it odd.
- Then?

I rowed, and finally saw them.

She looked lifeless.

- She was sleeping!
- Exactly.

He searched her bag.

Left with the wallet.

The fight didn't start again?

No, Sautral was gone.

No calls or shouts?
Sure, Mr. Gurumpon?

Remember, you idiot!

I killed her to shut her up.

A few seconds later, a call of sorts.

- Screams?
- Can't say.

I was too far. I couldn't see the spot.

If she called out,
she was alive when you passed by.

Of course.

What is so important?

Sautral could have come back
to strangle Catherine.

Next, is the witness positive

that the shout came from the victim?

- I can't say.
- What is this?

You can't have us believe

that several women there
shouted help.

I haven't finished with Mr. Gurumpon.

Fine, continue.

Are you sure
it was Catherine and Sautral fighting?

All you did was hear them.

- If not them, who?
- I wonder.

Your Honor, an idea.

On the pictures
taken by the crime squad,

you'll notice a transistor radio.

And?

Explain your thought, Juror 7.

The fight he heard came from the radio.

The defendant shut it off
before searching her bag.

The silence surprised the witness.

Ingenious!

Check the radio programs to prove it.

Will Juror 7 trust the Court for that?

Of course, sir.

Mr. Garampon,
you say you saw the defendant

searching the victim's bag?

- Yes, sir.
- How was he dressed?

- Pants and a sweater.
- Nothing else?

Yes, something struck me.
He wore gloves.

My client already explained that.

He was out of gas.

His jerrycun was dirty.

And because gloves
allowed him to strangle

his friend without fingerprints!

I object!

Next witness.

I was looking for mushrooms.
I happened upon her.

But I thought
if it happened to them more often,

they'd be less hot down there!

Try not to think.

Facts.

- What did you do?
- I shouted for help.

They popped out from all over.

Pushing and shoving for a quick peek.
It was vile, Your Honor.

Crime scene photos.

No questions, Juror 7?

But I was there.

Before anyone else.

She wasn't naked, but covered.

In that scurf she used.

Where is the scarf?

Did you touch the body?

Please answer Juror 7's question.

Your Honor...

I doubt it.

I don't think so.

I was so moved.
Imagine... u dead girl.

I would imagine a young woman,
surprised, naked,

would try to cover her naked flesh.

We should have found something
she covered herself with.

Unless, Juror 7,

unless the killer is one of her friends.

I think this is the case

for the defendant.

Unless the witness
in fact touched the body.

But sir, I was moved!

I've never seen a corpse, naked or not!

This simple detail
is of paramount importance.

It changes everything
for the defendant.

This vague testimony
leaves me confused and unsatisfied.

Can the Court go there?

The scene of the crime?

Reconstructing the discovery
of the body is primordial.

We'll resume tomorrow.
At the crime scene.

Court is adjourned.

This is the position her body was in.

Madam, try to remember.
It's important.

You come off the trail,
stumble upon the body.

Can you retrace your movements?

Inhuman to put me through this.

We know, miss.

But iustice must know the truth.

Retrace your movements, all of them.
If you can remember.

Yes.

I remember. There was a scarf.

Scarf?

Of course!

At first, I thought she had fainted,

that the fabric
made it hard to breathe.

Can you show us, miss?

It was here.

Now, miss, do that again.

There.

- Like this.
- Go on.

Do what you did
when you were at her side.

All right.

Help!

Help! A dead girl! A dead girl!

The scarf must be the murder weapon.

Any prowler can have used it...

to strangle without prints.

Sautral's gloves served no purpose.

The lack of prints is no proof.

You have nothing on him now.

Prosecution had to answer 2 questions.

Was Sautral guilty
of intentionally killing

the victim, Catherine Nortier?

The Court, by majority,

answered this question with a no.

The subsidiary question
refers to nothing.

The defendant is thus acquitted

for release unless he is held

on other charges.

Adjourned.

What do you think of Sylvain Sautral?

Sautral?

Nothing.

- Or nothing special.
- You do.

You think he's a thug.

Good for living off women.

And what women!

Alice Moreux's attitude
wasn't unpleasant.

Spoken like a man.

- Tired?
- Tough day.

Without you,
he'd have been convicted.

But he's innocent.

What do you know?

Gregoire...

Why defend him so doggedly?

I wanted to understand. It's different.

When you prepare a prescription,

pretend you're a doctor?

If there's too much arsenic.

You don't know anything else?

And you?

If he's not the murderer,

the man who killed Catherine Nortier

is still in hiding.

Look under the bed?

That day,

we were nearby.

You could have seen something.

I didn't.

Time to sleep.

Still, Gregoire...

we used to be so happy.

What does being happy mean?

You're right.

Sleep.

Drink...

eat, sleep...

happy, unhappy... ah yes...

We were happy to die for.

To strangle each other for.

Someone who putted it off
better than us.

With Sautral off,
I should have felt relief.

No more weight on me.

No, it wasn't enough.

I'd like to ask the witness...

The witnesses hung their heads.

We missed a great occasion.

So Father was excellent?

My late father said:

"Gotta pick your daddy good."

Be proud of yours.

He got a killer off the hook.
Nice job.

- I'd like to see Mr. Duval.
- I bet you would!

Like I said.

I heard you.

- Good to see you.
- Me too.

We've really missed you at L'Echelle.
Both of you.

Laurent, Pauline, go upstairs.

I came to thank you.

You're innocent, right?

So?

No need to go out of your way.

Everyone had it in for me.

Without you...

It was us if you were my lawyer.

I've heard that before.

Why defend me like that?

Simple desire for justice.

You were great.
Keep it up. I still need you.

Come now, you're not a suspect.
What are you inventing?

Not me. Them.

Think they acquitted me?
No way.

I did jail time... for nothing.

Not enough.
For them I'm the killer.

- You were found innocent.
- By who?

The court.

You're free.

How else can I help?

I don't know.

In that case, let me work.

Of course.

We'll talk later.

Yes, we'll talk later.

Get going.

Don't let me down.

I'm starting
to have had enough of him.

I was struck by shame
in front of the others,

happy to recognize me
as one of their own.

I figured Sautral guilty.

Sure you did.

3 questions, 3 answers:
guilty, guilty, guilty!

Souchon Henri, class 35, ID 87101,

121st Infantry.

Former POW and vive Ia France!

Mission accomplished.

You had him beheaded 3 times.

- Nice start.
- Who has better?

Volunteer for the coup de grace.

Always! Arise, dead!

Charming disposition!

- I didn't understand you, Duval.
- You surprised us.

Defendant Duval, answer!

- I followed my conscience.
- Excellent!

You're on the right path.
They'll give you 20 years.

- There is conscience and facts.
- Bravo! Nonsense.

He destroyed the facts.
But bravo!

Conscience, facts...

Hot air.

- You drunk?
- Just enough to stand you.

Whose turn to speak?
Conscience or facts?

No smoke without fire.

With that face,
Sautral has friends in politics!

You've got it. Right and Left.

I read the scandal sheets.
It's cut and dry.

Corruption doesn't include
corrupting minors.

What about striptease?

Please, gentlemen.
This is about a murderer.

Do you mean me?

It seems you hold court here.

The real court!

So I decided to come say hello.

Don't I belong here?

Gentlemen of the iury...

Make it a cognac.

- What do I do?
- Serve him like any client.

Like any client? How witty.

She's not alone.

I'm sick of amusing the upper crust!

Acquitting me isn't enough
to prove my innocence.

With you I'm innocent on reprieve,
in absentia!

Judged, said the lawyer.

Innocent like it or not,

so now hear the truth!

I didn't strangle Catherine.

Good joke, huh?

One more cognac.

- Innocent or not.
- Guilty or not.

- This can't continue!
- And so?

Officer 87101 gives you
48 hours to leave town.

- Why 48 hours?
- Want to know?

I'll teach you!

On his ass, his class!

Don't say today's youth
isn't well educated.

Put his drink on my tab.

Don't stay, Sautral.

All right.

I'll come back
to see where you're at.

I'm still interested.

We know you all killed her.

That's what scares you.

There's a real killer in high society
and he fits right in.

Talk about an alibi.

Careful, granny.
You could be next.

Innocent men are unbearable
this year.

That's iustice.
He comes to kill us at home, in public.

Thanks, Duval.

It's true.

You got him acquitted.

- He's innocent.
- Says you.

Me and the jury.

Guilty until the killer is arrested!

You're stronger than everyone,

smarter than police,
cleverer than lawyers,

wiser than the Court,

more erudite than doctors,

so give us the killer's name!

If you wont it, you'll get it.

And you'll be surprised.

See you tomorrow morning.

Very clever, that Duval.

He must have an idea.

Hopefully everyone will like it.

And so the city won.

I'd turn over the killer.

The city or...

Since I made up my mind,
I felt at peace.

I found the Gregoire
who loved without fear,

without killing.

Who may have loved Catherine

as he didn't dare love Nadia at 25.

- Your blue suit?
- As you see.

- Where are you going?
- To see Valard.

I know.
Mrs. Hornez left the pharmacy.

She didn't waste any time.
Good customer...

One with migraines.

You promised him
the name of Catherine's killer.

Know it?

- As you do.
- Who is it?

You know. You always have.
It's me.

That's not true.

As you wish.

I'll never say a word.

- Why not?
- I'm your wife.

Yes, you are.

For better and for worse.

I have to go.

And the kids?

Let's hope
they look like their mother.

I killed Catherine Nortier

on Sunday, September 27.

- You had me going.
- I'm not joking.

You're right. We deserve this.

We went overboard.

A verdict was reached.
It's over.

You accept my confession?

I won't arrest you for contempt.
Everyone will laugh.

- So you murdered Catherine?
- I swear.

- I believe you.
- Finally.

We had lunch with the whole family.

There you go.

You see, Duval,
I too have u confession to make.

Your perspicucity annoyed me.

You were always right.
It's impossible.

I checked everything.
But everyone saw you

napping with Sylvere.

You have 10 witnesses.

- They saw nothing.
- Like all eyewitnesses.

Believe me, Duval,
start by strangling your alibis,

then come see me.

We both have business
in our respective pharmacies.

A killer is still on the loose.

Go on. See you tonight.

They won't believe it
at the brasserie.

They'll all be on your side.
Good old Duval!

My good friend,
where are you going?

- I don't know.
- That's on my way.

- Don't want the killer's name?
- His name?

What on earth for?
I know it too well.

For real?

Of course.
We each got our feet wet.

Then one of us ends up there
and goes crack.

But he's the one who killed her.

So?

Look at this innocent thing.

Since day one, all she does is love.

It's her nature.

But she became ill, dirty...

So her masters abandoned her.

I have to put her down.

Does that make me the killer?

I won't put her down, but...

Crime stays a secret.

- Doctor, let me say...
- No, Duval !

Let me ditch my victim's body.

No truce, no innocence, no guilt.

Men, women and little dogs.

What humanity.
We cannot choose.

We have to love everything

so we forget nothing.

Or throw it all away.

At times we luck courage.

- Alice Moreux, please.
- She's out.

- And Mr. Sautral?
- He's in!

One floor up.

Who is it?

Mr. Duval, pharmacist.

Open up!

- A drink?
- No thanks.

Don't you drink too much?

I do as I please.

Not long ago, I regained my freedom.

Didn't I?

You have to leave, Sautral.

They won't let you stay.

For them you'll never be innocent.

I can.

There's only one way.
Give them the killer.

To see what they'll do.

And I'll be thrilled.

To crime!

No one believes me.

They didn't believe me either.

Don't give up. It's normal.

By the way...

who is it?

Me.

You?

Well I'll be.

Aren't you taking this too far?

The veterinarian is more credible.

He'd have turned himself in.

The killer is the caf� owner.

I'd bet my life.

No, you...

You don't work.
Better think harder.

But I said it's me.

And me alone.

Be nice. Don't make fun of me.

Thanks to you, I'm free.

Free to believe you or not.

Free to doaus I please.

Free to be hated, free to get drunk,

to scream!

Free until I die.

And if I acquit myself
once and for all?

I was toying with it.

- Are you mad?
- What do you cure?

Whose business is it
if I die?

Because killing myself
is a solution too.

The ideal solution, even.

We all agree. I have to disappear.

So... radical removal...
Know anything better?

I'll help you leave.

I have my routine here.
I know everyone.

Even the killer.

- Give me the gun.
- Never!

It's not a gun.

It's a key.

It opens doors.

A world of kind people.
Understand?

No brutes.
None of those honest beasts.

Give me the gun.

This time...

you acquit me too much.

But it's not me.

It's not me.

It's not me.

There you are.

Have you heard? Sautral...

He killed himself.

- I know!
- You just left him.

- Always witnesses. Wonderful!
- The chief is upstairs.

You're the last man
to have seen him alive.

Understand?

And the first to see him dead.

Understand?

- What will you do?
- You know!

- Truth is pointless.
- But true.

It's useless.
You can't bring them back.

- Only your kids matter.
- You're all in cahoots.

Don't mention it. No one will ask.

I can't lie anymore.

- Proud to have killed?
- It's not pride.

- Don't spoil everything.
- Haven't I already?

I just killed Sylvuin Sautral.

Caretaker says
he shot himself after you left.

He shot himself
because he was guilty.

Enough!

I tried to take the gun.
It went off.

Listen to me.

I didn't kill Sautral today.

But it was my fault again.

The day I strangled Catherine,
his life ended.

You hear?
My silence convicted him.

It was all my fault.

But listen,

you're a criminal too.

If you'd arrested me,
he'd be alive.

You weren't sure of my innocence,

but you decided to avoid scandal!

No one suspects Duval,
pharmacist and model citizen.

Bridge partner!
Your friend can't be a killer.

You'd fall as well.
But that is the truth!

So tonight...

even if it serves no purpose,
Genevieve...

You hear? It serves no purpose.

I confess.

I confess again.

I confess always.

We believe you, Duval.

- Of course.
- At lust.

Why are you here?
No cadaver to dissect.

Just a killer to arrest.

Duval, I'm asking you to follow me.

With pleasure.

- Why them?
- Honey...

These men iust want to examine you.

It's you?

What do you mean?

You called the doctor this morning?

You had the idea of a mad...

madhouse.

That's you.

It's for your own good.

And the future of the pharmacy.

You win, Genevieve.

Better a madman than a killer.
Perfect solution.

The seedy murder
becomes u breakdown.

You're iust like them!

Your imaginary self-accusations
require treatment.

But it won't last long.

No, Doctor.
It will last my whole life.

I made my choice.

A prison is a prison.
Something.

I was already a prisoner.
I'll be one till I die.

I am all yours.

I'll come by tomorrow
with the documents.

Thank you. For everything.

Don't torture yourself, Gregoire.

Get well... And come back home.

The kids and I will be waiting.

If you prefer, tell them I'm sick.

I'll never see you again.

There. II was easy.

The city punished me in ifs own way

by closing itself off
on ifs secret.

Genevieve, the good wife,

organized everything to spare everyone.

But I'd just understood too.

It wasn't Catherine's murder

that I was paying for.

If was Nadia.

If I knew from the start,

I wouldn't have fought
to pay what I owed for so long.

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