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THE RAVEN

A SMALL TOWN, HERE OR ELSEWHERE...

- The mother's saved.
- And the baby?

My God, Doctor, you didn't.

I did. In all good conscience.

If you want a grandson,

in 6 or 8 months,
your son-in-law can try again.

- He had enough trouble this time.
-A neighbor can help.

Don't cry. You have your daughter.
That's what matters.

- Hurry. It's visiting hours.
- I'm done.

-Stop your moaning.
- I can't get up.

Then lie back down.

Don't get yourself worked up.

- She's a mean woman.
- She's my sister.

Sorry. She's a mean sister, then.

She's just unhappy.
She's always been unhappy.

Read this tonight.

Aren't you Dr. Vorzet's wife?

He works here, right?

He runs the psychiatric ward.

- Can he get my bed switched?
- Your bed?

The bed number is bad luck.

If l stay here,
I know something bad will happen.

Don't be silly.

You have a visitor.

Hello, Francois.

Hello, Mama.

I brought your razor.

Why so mean to patients?

- Why so nice to Dr. Germain?
- What?

You come here too often.
I'll tell Michel when he gets back.

- My husband approves.
- Well, your sister doesn't!

I'm a social worker.

You're a little tart.

Hello, Doctor.

Well?

I saved the mother.

-Again?
-Why"again"?

It's the third in six weeks.

If you distrust me, don't call on me.

I won't impose on you again.

Now now

Always squabbling.

Judge for yourself...

Spare me!
I have enough trouble with my wife.

Madame Delorme again?

She's a cow!

Fortunately, I still have my pipe.
And liquor, of course.

Come see a gangrene case
that's quite a sight.

The tibia's sticking out.
It's almost a joke.

Sorry, I never was one for jokes.

Then it's for Dr. Bertrand's eyes only.

You'll regret it.
- No doubt I will.

You'll see, my good man.
It's priceless!

Some nerve! Give me that.

You leave letters in your coat.
You want them sterilized?

You don't have to read them, though.

You write to my sister.

You're not her keeper.

Laura's a real viper.

Hospital talk: Bed 13 can't sleep.

The liver cancer patient?
He won't last two weeks.

- He's not on morphine?
- He had some the first day.

- Keep him on it.
- He doesn't notice the difference.

The pharmacy is out of morphine.

I don't know if you use or sell it,
but I want it back!

- Listen, Doctor...
- By tomorrow morning!

- Didn't you eat lunch?
-Sure, I did, sir.

- Then what's that?
- A snack.

Excuse me, Doctor.

I have someone sick.

- Rolande?
- No, my sister.

Could you stop by her room
on your way up?

-Would you mind?
- I'm a doctor.

Say, you! Want your ears boxed?

Can't you be careful, Femand?

They're kids.

Don't like children?
- Not much.

- And you room at a schoolmaster's?
- It's my bad luck.

So, Rolande,
playing the concierge?

I just happened to be near the door
and I saw you coming.

Your aunt's ill?

Demise?

Apparently.

You got a letter this morning.

I left it on your desk.

Come in.

Don't. The air does me good.

It's not for you. It's for me.

Their shrieking gets on my nerves.

You wearing perfume?
- You don't like it?

I should've left the window open.

Where does it hurt?
- All over.

I have a cough and fever,
and I feel tired and stiff

I have a pain in the back.
Upper left side.

Here?

Or here?

Well...

In between, maybe?

- Maybe.
- Undress. I'll examine you.

Just your sweater.

Breathe in.

Cough.

Again.

Say ah.

Not so loud.

Lie down.

Got a hankie?

Isn't my nightgown enough?

I'll use mine.

Breathe in.

Again.

Breathe normally.

- Excuse me.
- Come in.

I brought fashion magazines.

You can stay.

Leave me alone a moment
with Miss Saillens.

Of course. I'm sorry.

Thirty seconds will do.

Do you know what I have?

Not a thing.

I'm not sick?

You wanted to be examined.

For this kind of examination,
you don't need a doctor.

Not my kind, anyway.

Joseph!

My name is Remy.

You can go in now.

Won't I tire her?

No risk of that.

There's no need to put on an act.

The magazines were
an excuse to see you.

You need no excuse.

You think so?

You're wrong.

Maybe it was true before,
but not now.

And you're to blame.
- I don't understand.

You're a very discreet friend, Doctor,

but you must have been saying
things about me.

Like our arranging to meet in secret.

I'm accused of being your mistress.

By whom?

I received a poison-pen letter.

You realize I have to avoid you now.

"You Iecher: Stop fooling around
with Vorzet's wife Laura-the-Whore.

Beware!
I see all and will tell all.

The Raven"

Take the bags.

Have Monsieur's trunk
put in the yard.

I know of nothing more absurd
than a doctors' convention

except a psychiatrists' convention.

No one listens to the speaker,
thank heavens.

If they did, there would be
a storm of belly laughs.

An audience of patients might listen,

but then again, no!

The only useful purpose
for these gatherings

is to give provincial doctors
the chance to cheat on their wives

with Parisian women.

As I'm too old for that,
I came home.

What is it, Laura?
You look worried.

- I told you about yesterday's letter.
- Yes. What of it?

There's one for you today.

Three sheets of stamps.

Three sheets of stamps.

What do you do, eat them?

They're for a charity organization.

Each sheet means
a Chinese soul saved from paganism.

Faith, Miss Rolande!
Faith shall redeem the world!

Hello, Rolande.
Two stamps, please.

Gone!

In the blink of an eye.

I didn't know you were back.

An elderly husband mustn't leave
his young wife alone too long.

- Was that meant for me?
- Why you?

I meant it for her and for me.

Don't be angry.
Here are your letters.

May l?
I'm something of a graphologist.

Not a prankster?

Graphologist and prankster.

They're not mutually exclusive.

A peculiar personality.

Smart. Very smart, in fact.

A bit too much.

Sensuality.

Much too much sensuality.

But also a lack
of flexibility and freedom.

You're not very tolerant, my friend.

You're a rock.

A Finely chiseled rock,
but a rock, nonetheless.

It can't make you many friends.

I have neither friends nor enemies.

Can you name one friend I have?
- Well, I can name an enemy.

- Who?
- Do you mind, Doctor?

Excuse me,
but you're blocking the letter box.

Have a good trip, Michel?
- Fine, thank you.

See you at the hospital.

You were saying, an enemy?

My wife received an anonymous letter.

She told you?

She hides nothing from me.
My age, you know.

I received one myself this morning.

- On the same subject?
- Yes, with further details.

It seems your relations with Laura
left an embarrassing trace -

Take it easy.

Which, in my absence, you supposedly
removed by surgical means.

Care for one?

And Delorme, as chief physician,
received a similar missive.

You're accused of relieving
vulnerable women of unwelcome burdens.

There. You've been warned.

- If l find the bastard!
- Fighting words.

I have some experience in the matter.

I've been an expert witness
in poison-pen cases.

What we're dealing with here
is not a slanderer, but a sick man.

-I'll cure him.
-When you find him.

It could be the deputy prosecutor,
who's picking up a letter.

Or Mr. Fayolles,
who's cashing a money order.

Isn't that so, Mr. Fayolles?

Couldn't it be you?

- Me what?
- It's a secret.

Anything for a laugh.

And if it's neither of them,

it might be Dr. Germain himself

You suspect the victim?

A sick man can accuse himself

It's common
among such letter writers.

That takes the cake.

Mind you, I'm not suspecting you
for the moment.

How kind of you.

But you must be on your guard.
Keep an eye open.

You can't tell how far
this filth will go.

The whole town may be infected.

- And to think...
- What?

No, nothing. Good-bye.

Say, the Raven might even be you.

And why not?

Oh, it's you, sir. Sorry, sir.

No need to get up.

Bonnevi, I'm in a fix.

Nothing serious, I hope, sir.

- I got another poison-pen letter.
- Again?

This one doesn't only involve Germain.

Let me read it to you.

Please do, sir.
I'd be most honored.

"You old sot"...

It's a standard phrase.
- Of course.

"Alcohol has clouded your vision.

You can't see how Germain
is discrediting your hospital,

or how the books
are rigged by your bursar,

Bonnevi-the-Scum.

Ask him how he helped
his friend Griot

win the tender onjanuary15th.

Signed: The Raven."

What do you say to that?

And you, sir?

To be honest, I'm in a fix.

A real fix.

Obviously, between the two of us,

onjanuary15th,
there was something a bit...

It presents a real moral dilemma.

You understand?

Yes, all the more so as I'm faced
with a similar moral dilemma.

I received a letter, too.

Kindly allow me to read it to you.

But of course.

"You old crook"...

It's a standard phrase.

Of course.

"You're on good terms with Germain
the abortionist. Keep it up.

You may require his services
if your daughter jeannette

keeps spending time
in the chief physician's office.

Signed: The Raven."

What do you say to that?

These letters are nothing
but a web of slander and lies.

That's clear in my mind.

In mine, too,sir.

- Get a grip on yourself!
- Let me sleep.

- Enough of this!
- But I'm sick!

You, sick?
I know your tricks.

You had to have all the Iodgers,

except the boy scout.
And maybe him, too.

Now it's Dr. Germain's turn.

You can pick them!

He's a stuffed shirt.
I bet he's a lousy lover.

-Then why act sick?
- I'm not acting. I am sick.

I have bronchitis.
And strep throat.

True, you do look ill.
Do you have a fever?

Let's see your throat.

What's this?

A compress.

Ice water? You're not acting sick.
You're making yourself sick.

Luckily, I got that letter.

- What letter?
- This one!

Hello, Colonel.

Hello, Mr. Mayor.

- Not playing?
- These gentlemen are talking.

- Fayolles got a letter.
- What's worse, so did I.

Why worse?

Because I'm a public figure!

He doesn't even respect public office.

Sinister character!

Listen to this!

"Old shirker"...

I refuted that hogwash
during my election campaign.

"You administer a city

polluted by Germain the angel-maker.

Here's my indictment in three points:

Point 1: Germain sowed
his wild oats with -"

Here he names
a lady of honorable standing.

It's unnecessary to lend it
any importance.

"Point 2:
Germain is trafficking morphine

and framing an innocent victim,
Marie Corbin,

to whom I respectfully bow."

What do you say?
- And Point 3?

Of no importance.

- Point 3: You're a cuckold.
- How would you know?

I got an anonymous letter, too.

All lies, but how unpleasant!

- I don't agree.
- You find them pleasant?

I meant the lies.
There's some truth to them.

So I sell adulterated drugs!

I meant the accused person
whose name appears in each letter.

I wouldn't dare speak ill
of a colleague,

but this morning we had a talk
which left me feeling uneasy.

In my three years as deputy prosecutor,
this is my first real opportunity.

You can't just arrest Germain.

I mean investigating the hospital.

Not on your life! I won't allow it!
Enough already!

A physician can't fight
the public prosecutor.

But your father can box your ears
if you get on his nerves!

- If that's the case -
- Indeed, it is!

All right, Papa.
But I know where my duty lies.

You have only one duty, young man:
discretion.

Our city has a fever.

Take a look. I had some fun
plotting its temperature curve.

Amusing, isn't it?

In two days we've reached 101 O

and still rising.

You don't operate
until a patients fever subsides.

- What are you doing here?
- I was waiting for you.

We can't talk at the hospital
due to the rumors.

I wanted to apologize.
- Apologize?

I was hard on you the other day.

I thought you'd been reckless.
Now I know you're the victim.

Can you forgive me?

- Don't be silly.
- Someone might see us.

What's the harm?

There is none,
but we have to be careful.

I was thinking, since we can
no longer meet in public,

we might meet in a place
that's more secret.

The whole town's against you.
I could help you fight back.

I can manage alone.

It's kind of you,
but I'm used to being alone.

What did you write
in your letter to me?

- What letter?
- The one you tore up.

Things that concern me.

And me,
since it was addressed to me.

There are letters you write
without meaning to send.

What is it?
- Be quiet! I'm sure she's watching us.

Have you figured out
who wrote the Raven's letters?

Watch out for her.

The Iodger's getting a bad name.

His ears must've been burning today.

That'll teach him.

You think it's true?

What?

Those things... people are saying.

It's not a subject for little girls.

Have you forgotten
when you were my age?

See who it is.

If it isn't the doctor!
Hello, Doctor.

We were just talking about you...
Doctor.

- Denise is ill?
- Yes, and this time for real.

You know about cupping?
- Of course.

Then take over for me.
She just loves that.

-So, finally ill!
-What if I am?

I enjoy getting sick to be treated.

- Funny girl.
- Who's funnier, you or me?

Me, surely. Because! don't respond
to the first woman's advances.

The first woman thanks you!

You know what I mean.

You mean you need to be in love
with a capital L.

No, if I was sure I loved a woman,
I'd flee even faster.

Then what keeps you
from having a good time?

Nothing much.

A ghost.

Or rather, two ghosts.

Does that hurt?

Just enough.

All I want from life is to find peace.

- You're wanted!
- Me?

I'll be right back.

Oh, it's you!

Excuse me, but when you hear
what it's about...

Come with me.

-Charming study.
- You like fine furniture?

I appreciate it from a distance.

But with the fees
our fellow citizens pay us,

we can't collect pieces like these.

You must have a large personal fortune.

- Adequate.
-just what I was telling them.

Telling whom?

People who questioned me
a short time ago.

About my fortune?

About your fortune, yes.

About your past.

What with this sorry business,
people have become nosy.

Next time, send the busybodies to me.
I'll fill them in personally.

By the way, before coming here,

didn't you tell me
you practiced in Grenoble?

Yes, I probably did.

Some fool had the idea of consulting
the medical directory.

So?

He found no Dr. Germain in Grenoble.

Tell the fool that inclusion
in the directory isn't mandatory.

Unfortunately,
the only Germain in Grenoble

moved away 1 5 years ago

and became Germain Monatte,

the brain surgeon.

I've met him.

Well, that's something.

It might be useful
if it comes to an inquiry.

You're right.

Those knickknacks are fragile.

Today, they only asked me
to get some information.

Who's "they"?

Some other fools.
There's no shortage of them.

I'll be off It's late.

Anything about the Raven?

They tend to suspect
my sister-in-law, Marie Corbin.

Of course,
she holds a grudge against you.

But I don't think it's her.

I was engaged to her
before! married Laura.

I knew her well.

She would have to have changed a lot.

Did you mind my visit?

On the contrary.

Thank you for coming.

Don't overdo it.

I wish you a long life, Germain,

but never to become a senior physician
in the medical profession.

It comes along
with some unpleasant duties.

I thought you were in bed.

- I was just coming to see you.
- In my room?

Vorzet doesn't pay visits for nothing.
It's serious, isn't it?

- What's it to you?
- Always so friendly.

Back to bed. You'll catch cold.

What's it to you?

Yes, I limp.

My brother and I had a car accident.

He lost an arm
and I developed a hip ailment.

Does it stop me from being beautiful?

Does it stop men from wanting me?

Does it stop you from wanting me?

Good night, Demise.

You know you won't sleep.

You're too anxious.

Does it show that much?

You said you wanted peace.

Yes. Total oblivion.

I can't give you that much.

But a few hours of oblivion counts.

Be quiet.

- There goes Therese Marty.
- She wrote to her Emile.

You never know.
Better safe than sorry.

Put her down.
- Hare he comes!

How's your niece?

You needn't have bothered.
She's gone out.

But she had 103oyesterday!

Young people...
She was fine today and went for a walk.

Come in.
I'll be right with you.

- Isn't this Dr. Bertrand's bag?
- If you know, why ask?

- So she's out with my colleague.
- She does as she likes.

I presume you've changed doctors.

To be honest,
I wasn't happy about it.

The child is very fond of you.

But with all these rumors,
it doesn't matter if they're all lies.

-I understand now.
- My niece is a good girl.

Good-bye, Doctor,
and don't forget to send me your bill.

I bet that crook will have
the nerve to send it!

"Germain is a clown.
Germain is a thief

Germain is a liar. Germain is an abortionist.
-The Raven"

- Back already?
- As you see.

What are you doing?

Watching the children play.

I thought you disliked kids.

I don't know what I like anymore.

After all this muck,
I find them comforting.

You're not very tender today.

- Listen, Miss Demise.
- Why the formality?

I'm afraid
we misunderstand each other.

Yesterday, you appealed to me.

But I was depressed.

I stayed as much
out of discouragement as desire.

You understand?

- I'd be stupid not to.
- No, you don't understand.

But it doesn't matter.
I've decided to leave town.

That'd be like a confession.

- Only once this affair is over.
-And in the meantime?

- We can befriends.
- Friends?

A woman like me and a man like you?
After last night?

You underestimate me.

-Think it over.
- I already have.

You're a coward. You're weak.

You're a bigger tramp than me.

But I won't give in.

You saw me limp, but with my shoes on,
I walk like anybody else.

It took me live years to get where I am,
but every man I wanted, I got.

Me, the cripple!

Each time it's my revenge on life.

Do as you like,
but know who you're dealing with.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm being punished.

- Did you see a piece of paper?
- No, sir.

But you had your face to the tree.

I peeked, sir.

Did you put this here?

Do you recognize this fowl?

What are you doing here?

It's like this, Doctor.

I have a big favor to ask.
Can you lend me 1 00 francs?

- My honor is at stake.
- Oh, my!

Don't laugh. It's very serious!

On my way to work today,
I passed a shop window

with a collar
in real English embroidery.

I borrowed 100 francs
from my cash box at the post office,

thinking I'd replace it
from my savings, but...

But?

- But my grammar books empty.
-Grammar book?

I keep my money in it.

Then return the collar.

I can't. I stained it.

Here...

you liar.

Thank you, Doctor.

You can have this, too.

You're here, finally.

Come kneel beside me
so no one notices us.

I couldn't come sooner.
Your sister was watching the square.

See what a fix you've put me in.

I should have shown
your letter to my husband.

What letter?

I sent none.
I came because of your note.

What note?

This one.

So, do you know
who the Raven is or not?

This is a forgery.
Here's the one I got from you.

And you came anyway!

I was deeply hurt.
But still I forgave you.

A woman is always prepared
to excuse a love like this.

Do I disappoint you?

And I thought
you were way above all this.

We're much the same.

- But I'm not free.
- You love another woman?

I'm haunted by...
Maybe I'll tell you some day.

No one's asking you to.
I don't throw myself at others.

What worries me
is why this meeting was arranged.

I don't know,
but I certainly won't draw it out.

Good-bye, Germain.

Good-bye, Laura.
Don't be angry with me.

If ever you need me, I'll be here.

- You weren't expecting me.
- Why are you here?

Your scruples about me don't stop you
from running after a married woman.

A prudish, spiteful hypocrite!

This meeting is a trap,
and you've fallen into it with us.

Who told you to come?

Someone who knows all about you!

I just got a letter.
- From the Raven?

Why not?
I forbid you to talk to me.

You stole my lover!
Everyone will hear about it!

-5hut up!
- I'll help the Raven!

I won't shut up! Everyone will know!
You bastard!

Lower your voices,
This is God's house,

You're needed, Doctor.

- You knew I was here?
- I saw you come in.

The patient in Bed 13
just committed suicide.

He received an anonymous letter
telling him how ill he was.

He cut his throat with his razor.

What do you think?

I think Marie Corbin wrote that filth.
She couldn't stand Bed 13.

That's the general feeling.

The fool.

As if l hadn't enough troubles.
What to do?

Give him a fine funeral.

Today's Friday. Make it Sunday,
so the town can attend.

- It's the town festival.
- Call it off

The priest won't give a suicide
a church funeral.

Dr. Vorzet will certify him disturbed.

Bed 13 was mad, wasn't he?

Certainly. As mad as anyone.
Like you and me.

Don't joke, please!

We'll all be in the cortege.
- Not me.

Why not?

I don't like funerals.

you didn't listen to me,

The wreath should be behind.

One moment, Miss Corbin.

Hold this a second.

- You'd be wise to go home.
- Why wise?

Everyone here suspects you.
They'!! call it a provocation.

Don't insist.
I'll see this through.

TO THE TOWNSFOLK

"Bed 13 did not take his life.

He was done in
by Germain-the-Lecher,

the lover of Laura, Demise,
and next, Rolande, the postal thief

The Raven is following the funeral."

Shattered lives didn't suffice.

Broken homes didn't suffice.

The anonymous murderer
had to have blood as well.

These little pieces of white paper
rained on the city.

They made some of you laugh.

Would you have laughed knowing
they would make a mother weep?

But our whole town shares her grief

Were it not out of place to invoke
human justice before this grave

that draws us closer
to divine justice,

I would say the whole town
shares her desire for vengeance.

Just as, in olden times, the owl
would be nailed to the barn door,

you shall be nailed
to the cemetery gates,

fowl of blood.

Fowl of darkness.

Raven!

In the name
of the overwrought citizens here

and in the name of the power
invested in me,

I proclaim:

Unhappy victim of a nameless murderer,

you shall be avenged!

- She's the Raven!
- It's not true!

The letter was in your wreath!

- Others held it!
- Are you accusing me?

You put the letter in the wreath!

THE INKTHAT MADE BLOOD FLOW

THE INKTHAT MADE BLOOD FLOW

- They'!! break down the gates!
-Afraid so, sir.

- And you sit there reading!
- I don't mind the noise.

-Gentlemen!
- No ladies?

- Ladies!
- How about us?

Dear friends!

- Shut up, you clod!
- Let me speak!

Give us Marie Corbin first!

She came to work this morning.
We dismissed her.

Marie Corbin!

TO PRISON

Dead calm.
Marie was arrested two days ago.

The temperature is back to normal
and even below normal.

No more letters in St. Robin.
It's reassuring.

Or disquieting.

Nobody believes your sister is guilty.

Everybody does.
That's what reassures me.

I can prove she's innocent.

You're starting to worry me.

You know something?

Rolande confessed something terrible.

She hasn't stopped crying for two days.
- The postal theft charge is vile.

Sadly, the Raven was right.

But only one person knew about it.

And it wasn't Marie Corbin.
- Who then?

- Dr. Germain.
-just a minute.

Didn't Dr. Germain lend her
the money to put back?

How did you know?

If that's your only proof,

you can suspect me as well.

I lent her ZOO francs last month,

and Laura lent her 50 two weeks ago,
for the same reason.

It's a trick of hers.

The little rascal will pay for this!

Be patient
with restless young girls.

How old is Rolande?
-141/2.

Too early to marry her oft
but don't wait too long.

- Leaving?
- No, getting the hell out.

- Why?
- After this welcome...

But now that Marie's in prison,
they're ready to build you a statue.

I won't stay, even in effigy.
Pass me the sleeve on the mantle.

- Sleeve?
- The folder!

- You must find me stupid.
- No, you're sweet.

But you're still leaving.

Your mind's made up?
- Made up.

Nothing can change your mind?

I love you.

You don't believe me?

You think I'm a liar?

Boon
-So be it.

Listen, Remy...

I spoke that name an entire night.
Let me use it now.

No, darling, not like that.

Stuff them with your socks.
It saves space and holds their shape.

Darling...

people think you're insensitive
and inflexible.

But I know you can be weak
and tender as a child.

I held that child
in my arms one night.

I've loved you since that moment.

It's as stupid as that:

I love you.

You don't even know what love is!
You're just playing a farewell scene.

-I love you, Remy.
- The others, too?

No, I didn't love them.

Naturally, you changed overnight.

People don't change.

A decent man remains
a decent man and -

A girl remains a slut?
Maybe you're right, Doctor.

Then I pity you.

You'll always represent
what's most dismal and most alien in life.

An idiot?

A bourgeois.

Don't worry.
He's not gone yet.

- Read this when I'm gone.
- What is it?

A copy of the letter
I tore up two weeks ago.

Why give it to me now?

Because I'm leaving,

and because I doubt
I could write it now.

So, you're leaving with no regrets,
and you won't miss a soul.

Not a soul.

Not even her?

Demise. You were her lover.

Perhaps... for a day.

If you hadn't been, could you still
have written me this letter?

Possibly.

What a shame.

We'll be late for mass.

Excuse me.

I knew my wife had a caller.
I didn't know it was you.

I came to say good-bye.

So you're not coming to mass with us.

I'm not religious.

I should have known.
You have the atheist's self-assurance.

Are you religious?

I'm cautious.

When in doubt, I take out insurance.
It's cheap enough.

St. Michael the Archangel...

Pray for us.

Lamb of God who taketh away
the sins of the world...

Have mercy upon us.

Lord, deliver us from sinners

and evil men.

In the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost. Amen.

Dear brothers, the spirit of evil
descended on your town

because of your sins.

The son threatened the father

and discord overcame the city.

But God, in His infinite mercy,
turned away the scourge.

Let your hearts, delivered from fear,
rise up toward jesus

to thank Him for His special grace.

Here's what it says:
"To the congregation:

The wicked have rejoiced too quickly.
Marie Corbin is not the Raven.

Sol am resuming
my cleansing campaign.

The sins of this baneful city
will be exposed

so long as you haven't expelled
Germain the corrupter.

Your brother in jesus Christ,
The Raven."

Typical blasphemy!

No respect for religion!

I may add that the handwriting is exactly
the same as in the previous letters.

This clears Marie Corbin entirely.
Doesn't it, Doctor?

- Absolutely.
- So we start over.

But this time with one sure fact.

The envelope fell from the gallery.

In the gallery there were 18 people,
whom I've asked in here.

- How dare you accuse us!
- Why not arrest us all?

Germain's too proud to leave now.

We protest, sir.
We protest most strongly!

Silence! The mass isn't over.

- Another one.
- Here's one.

- That makes 17.
- A postcard.

- One for general delivery.
- Everyone's at it.

The concierge wrote one to my wife.
I slapped her one!

- The concierge?
- No, my wife!

- Do we keep delivering them?
- Unless we have orders not to.

We're accessories!

Larminet...

You seem to be unaware of our mission.

Whatever the circumstances,
a letter entrusted to us

must be delivered to its addressee.

Grandeur and duty
of the postal service.

One for me.

- For the boss?
- It's for his wife. She'!! never see it.

Grandeur and decadence
of the postal service!

The situation's become tragic.
This is no laughing matter.

You're a funny one! What now?

We must give the impression
we're taking action, or I fear the worst.

Such as?

I'll lose my seat
on the Town Council.

That would be a pity for you,

but that's a narrow viewpoint.

We have an epidemic on our hands,
and it's spreading daily.

Doctor, you're an expert.

What do you think?

I have no opinion, sir.

As I have no desire
for titles or decorations,

why should I have one?

- Well, I have an idea.
- That's youth for you.

Germain is the Raven's main target.

Since we can't get rid of the Raven,
let's get rid of Germain.

That might put an end to the letters.

So Iong, young man.

Next.

Sit down, madam.

So what brings you?

Well, Doctor...

my husband is consumptive.

The slightest emotional shock
might make him worse.

I must spare him
any needless emotion.

Shouldn't I?
- That seems wise, but...

I haven't seen him for a year and...

I'm pregnant.

I said no, madam!

You may have heard
that I can erase a memory, good or bad,

but it's not true.

It's you!

What?

It's you. It's really you.

You don't remember me?

You saved my life live years ago.

A skull fracture in a car accident.

- You're mistaken.
- No, I'm not.

What's a surgeon like you
doing in a town like this?

Don't worry.
I won't betray you now.

So this was a little trap?

I have to make a living.
I was offered 10,000 francs.

Had you fallen for it,
they'd have you by the throat.

Who's behind this charming scheme?

Sorry, Doctor.
I'm not an informer.

The Paris papers, sir.

Let me read you the headlines.
That should amuse you.

We're in for it again.

SUBPREFECT TRANSFERRED

The press should be banned.

- Nothing new.
- May l?

Good God!

I've been transferred.

And I learn it from the papers!

All this to appease public opinion!

If it restores calm, your sacrifice
will not have been in vain.

General interest first.

- Get off my back, you!
- We're all sorry for you.

In fact, I'm delighted.
Good riddance to St. Robin.

I've enough to live on.
What was I doing in this hole, anyway?

- A hole in a piece of cake.
- Meaning?

The Raven enlightened me
on your methods.

Repeat what you just said!

Fifteen to one
on the subprefect!

Don't you start!

Let's get back to our discussion.

Talk to my successor.

It seems I'm not worthy
of taking part in your deliberations.

I hope I'm not disturbing.

This will only take a moment.

My congratulations!

Instead of finding the poison pen,
you spy on his victim. How clever!

Lock up robbery victims,
no more complaints of theft!

- I don't like your tone.
- I'm here with a rope around my neck.

Here's my confession:
I'm not a gynecologist.

I'd never delivered a baby.
Happy?

I am not Dr. Germain.
Satisfied?

I'm ready to leave here.

- You won't get off that easy...
- Furthermore...!

Three years ago I ran a hospital unit
in Paris as a brain surgeon.

- Brain surgeon?
- You're Germain Monatte?

Yes.

Half my name was real.
So I'm only half guilty.

Dr. Germain Monatte
had a wife, gentlemen.

Not a shrew like yours, Delorme,

nor a righteous biddy like Mrs. Maquet,

but a woman.

A real woman.

She was expecting.

I entrusted her to a famous surgeon.
The most famous.

It didn't look good,

but the idiot made it
a point of honor to give me a son.

A man of duty!

He killed both mother and child.

He killed Dr. Monatte in the bargain.

Dr. Germain withdrew to the provinces

to provide his services to mothers.

With a clear conscience
he acts on difficult cases!

That changes everything.

Quite!

You suspected Dr. Germain

but Dr. Monatte
accuses you of stupidity!

And incompetence!

So, you've won, you little fool!

If you were my kid,
I'd give you a good spanking.

Let me die. I want to die!

- What is it?
- A child nearly drowned.

- Accident?
- I'm afraid not.

This is unthinkable.
We must do something.

Is that you, Annette?

- Let me die!
-Why should you die?

- Because Daddy isn't my daddy.
- Who said so?

Daddy got a letter and Mommy left.

Go home like a good little girl.

It's not true.

Tomorrow I'll explain it all
to your Daddy.

The letter writer will be punished.

Take her home.

So, Germain, going on the warpath?

I'm sickened.

If l had a chance,
I wouldn't hesitate.

But if the police failed...
- They couldn't succeed.

They're looking for someone
with logical motives.

That's stupid!

A poison pen acts
on much more mysterious motives

that are incomprehensible
to the average man,

and even more so
to the average policeman.

In all the cases I've studied,

the culprits suffered
from the same complex:

All were more or less sexual perverts.

- Old maids.
- Yes, people like my sister-in-law.

Or widows, impotent men,

ugly old men, cripples.

A disability, even when hidden,

often leaves a secret wound
that can fester.

Hello, Mr. Vorzet.

- So, my dear fellow...
- Sorry.

So you think the Raven...

The case of the Raven
is more complicated.

In two months, he composed
850 letters in capital letters.

I'm wondering if a single person,

even with a good deal of leisure,
could have done all that.

Then there are strange cases
of domestic contagion,

where you have a husband and wife,

or a brother and sister,

bent over nightly in the Iamplight,
writing poison-pen letters.

What are you thinking?

I know. It occurred to me, too.

But we mustn't jump to conclusions.

But I may have a way for us
to settle this once and for all.

As I told you in church that day,

and as I've repeated many times
since the inquiry began,

it's obvious that the Raven
is one of you.

That's your opinion!

- It's crazy!
- He's right!

I've therefore decided
to have you submit to a test

which Dr. Vorzet, as an expert,
will explain to you.

Just a minute.

Let me remind you that I objected
to your conclusions a month ago,

that I object to them today,

and that I will object
to them tomorrow.

If that's your pleasure.

But that's a lot of objections
for so very little.

It's nothing more
than a little group dictation.

Let me explain.

No poison pen can print out
a thousand messages in capitals

without acquiring
a derivative handwriting style

that becomes second nature.

He may be able to conceal
his handwriting for an hour, two hours,

maybe even longer,

but as fatigue sets in,

he will revert to his real handwriting.

So I'm sorry to inform you

that this dictation
will be very, very long.

There are honest people here who don't
deserve such cheap police methods.

Dr. Bertrand...

honest people should
do their part to stop the guilty.

Pick up your pens.
I'm starting.

Letter No. 1.

"You Iecher...

Stop fooling around...

with Vorzet's wife...

Laura-the..."

Put a "W" then dot, dot, dot.

"Beware! I see all...

and will tell all."

- No school today?
- It's been requisitioned.

- For the morning?
- And the afternoon.

- Will it be settled?
- The Raven's too clever.

"The Raven."

Letter No. 53...

"You old cadaver...

you have liver cancer.

It's a real beauty.

It's only a matter of days...

before you're pushing up daisies."

"Germain is leading you

straight up the graveyard path.

Give my regards
to our Heavenly Father.

The Raven."

Did you faint from exhaustion?

You know why?

Then tell us.

I won't tell you.
You're too hard on me.

You suspect me.

I hate you.

Leave her. She's tired.

Has she regained consciousness?

Yes, but she won't talk.

Think it's her?

While you were upstairs,
I had another look at her handwriting.

There are disturbing similarities,

but nothing conclusive.

And her passing out?

That doesn't amount to proof

Be honest with me.
Do you love Demise?

I don't think so.

I desired her,
and I still do on certain nights,

when I toss and turn.

But if she were guilty,
I'd turn her in.

The conflict of love and duty!

You're like a French tragic hero,
minus the beard.

But you virtually have a beard.
That's even handsomer.

But still,
when you see an evil creature -

I see one every morning in my mirror,

alongside an angel.

You're amazing.

You think people
are all good or all bad.

That Good is light

and Evil is dark.

But where does each begin?

Where does evil end?

Are you on the good side
or the bad side?

What rhetoric!
You just stop the lamp.

Then stop it.

You burned yourself
You see, the experiment proves it.

I'm fond of you.

I'll let you in on a secret.

I take drugs. I shoot up.

It was for me that Marie Corbin spirited
away morphine from the pharmacy.

Out of love for her ex-fiance.

But I don't consider myself a monster.

Ponder that, young man,
and examine your conscience.

The results may surprise you.

I know myself

You proud man!

Since this tempest
of hate and calumny hit our town,

all moral values have been corrupted.

You're infected like the others.
You'll meet your downfall.

I'm not saying
you'll strangle your mistress,

but you'll rifle my papers
if l leave them here,

and you'll sleep with Rolande
if she loves you.

The choice is ours.

Right. You do treat lunatics.

At your service.

Sleep well, all the same.

What do you want?

What are you doing here?

I have to dust.

Since my son's death,
I went back to being a cleaning woman.

Didn't you know?

I'm sorry.
You gave me a fright.

I've had an atrocious night.

I know how you feel.
I haven't slept in two months.

When my son is avenged,
I'll sleep again, and soon.

You know who was behind his death?

I think! do,
but I have to be absolutely sure.

- Who do you suspect?
- You'll find out soon enough.

Recognize this?

It was only used once.
But it will be used again.

You have no right.

- Oh, no?
- Absolutely not.

I'll take the right.

"Darling surgeon,

here's an opportunity to operate.

Demise is carrying your child.
Did you know?"

18 Town Hall Street.

Give me that and save a stamp!

You were there!
Spying on me now?

- Give me that!
- Never!

It's addressed to me.

I don't want to now.

"Darling surgeon,
here's an opportunity to operate.

Demise is carrying your child.
Did you know?"

You read it?

So it's you.

The pervert who's been poisoning
our lives for months.

No, it's not me.

And I'm to have a child
with this madwoman!

I don't want a degenerate child.

The Raven was right.

He won't see the light of day.

Still, it's a strange feeling.

I suspected you,
but to catch you red-handed...

I'm not the Raven.

I swear on the head of my child.

No, Demise, not that!
Have some decency.

I saw you writing.

It's the first time.

I didn't dare tell you to your face.

So I thought of sending a letter.

While writing, I had the idea
of imitating the Raven.

That's the truth.

I knew you'd find an excuse.
Poison pens never confess.

A clever excuse.

But your obstinacy
in denying it proves your guilt.

So if l confess,
would you believe me innocent?

You think too much, Remy.
You can't feel anymore.

If you want to know the truth,

look me in the eyes.

No need to. I know.

Just look at me.

Well?

I don't know.

I don't know anymore.
- You see?

Listen, Remy.

I'm not as smart as you,
but I sense things.

I'm frightened.
Things are going so fast.

Go and see Laura right away.

Why Laura?

She received a letter this morning.

It contained a threat.
A death threat.

You've seen Laura today?

She just phoned me.

Please goto her.

Kiss me.

You're out early this morning.
What's wrong?

I told you I'd be here
if you were in danger.

What danger?

- Didn't you get a death threat?
- Me?

- You didn't phone anyone?
- No one. What's the meaning of this?

I've been taken in.

Good-bye, Laura.
How stupid of me.

You're not leaving
without an explanation!

Later. I have to get back.

Admit it:
You pay some strange visits.

I admit! do.

Wait.

My word!

- May I?
- Please do.

"Last warning!

If you don't stop carrying on
with Germain, beware!

Here's the twin of the bullet
meant for you."

Everything is clear now.
If she sent me here...

she must've known about this,

in which case,
she must have written it.

Who sent you?

That can't be.

It's a mistake,
a horrible misunderstanding.

There's no misunderstanding possible.

Demise couldn't have.

You have a better explanation?

You poor fellow!

It was nicely planned.

Had the letter arrived in time,
it would have worked.

What can I say?

Yes, it's pretty frightening.

Darling.

- You write in bed?
- What?

You have ink on your fingers.

From yesterday's dictation.

You'll hate me for this,
but the ink's still fresh.

And you wash your hands
before doing your nails.

Laura, if you've done this...

Germain, my boy, what's got into you?

If you wrote that letter
and put it in the box yourself

if you really made that call...

then Demise would be done for.

I pity you, Remy.

You're the one who needs pitying.

Very much so!

What is it?

"Last warning:
If you don't stop carrying on..."

I don't understand!
It's a plot!

No more playacting!
I have the proof now.

Don't go! I understand now.

Demise was here to write some letters!

What are you doing here?

Take a look!
This is your wife's blotter.

I knew it. Laura is mad.

I caught her red-handed last night
but lacked the nerve to report it.

A very young wife,
a very old husband.

There's the tragedy.

In fact, it's all my fault.
I should never have married Laura.

When we were first married,

her youth rekindled me.

This last surge of passion consumed
what remained of my desire and love.

Then, little by little...

I became my wife's friend.

I wasn't enough for her.

But she'd had a virtuous upbringing,
so she stayed faithful to me.

Then you arrived.

She liked you.

To attract your attention,
she wrote the first letter.

As that had no effect,
it enraged her.

She attacked you for not giving in,

and Demise, who was your lover.

She compromised her sister,
who was watching her.

Her rage turned into frenzy,

her frenzy into madness.

And now, be so good as
to take this blotter to the police.

I don't have the strength.

Nor do l.

A trial wouldn't help.
She's sick. Care for her.

Is that you talking?
You, the man of principles?

I've learned a good deal
since this morning.

This kind of crisis has a purpose.

Like a convalescent after an illness,
you come out stronger, more aware.

It's horrible to admit,
but Evil is a necessity.

Look after Laura.
- It's too late!

You're a practicing psychiatrist.

But I can't sign an order
committing my own wife.

- Give me some paper.
-You'll do it?

Yes, speaking.

I'll send him right over.

Call an ambulance.

Thank you, for her and for me.

Now you have to go.

Demise fainted again
coming down the stairs.

She had a bad fall.
- Did it cause-

Go now. Right this minute.

That would be too easy!
Think I'll take this lying down?

He's the Raven.
He's the madman to lock up.

You hear me, Remy?

True, I did write that first letter.

But he thought up all the others.

He dictated them.

Look! He's gloating.

Germain, you must go.

Go on! They're waiting for you!

Listen to me, please!

Calm down, darling.

Shut up!

- Liar!
-5hut up!

Get me the hospital.

Shut up!

Well?

You'll be all right,
but I was terribly afraid.

For me?

For both of you.

- Do you want this child?
-I need it.

We nearly lost it.
I threw myself down the stairs.

I figured as much.

I kept thinking of you.

I realized the doctor that killed
my wife wasn't all that guilty.

We can't sacrifice
the future to the present.

So to have a son, you'd kill me?

Maybe.

But I was forgetting Laura.

Forget her.

Laura is the Raven.
- Are you crazy?

What can you be thinking?

Laura knew the Raven.
I guessed as much, but it's not her.

She's afraid of him.
- She took you for a ride.

I'm not that stupid.
Laura really was afraid.

Then it must be...

No, leave me alone! It's not me!

"The culprit, Laura, is punished.
The curse is lifted. -The Rav..."

So it was Vorzet!