All language subtitles for Cause Célèbre (1987) by Terence Rattigan - starring Helen Mirren, David Morrissey and David Suchet (1987) [English]

Heat. Heat.

[Music]

Edith Davenport.

Mrs.

Davenport, I understand from the jury

baiff that you wish to be excused jury

service on the grounds of conscience.

Yes, my lord. From this particular jury

on this particular case. You have a

conscientious objection to capital

punishment?

No, my lord.

Where then does your conscience enter

the matter? I I have a deep prejudice

against that woman, the female prisoner.

Yes, my lord.

Do you know this woman personally? No,

my lord, but I've read about her in the

newspapers. No, I cannot

allow. It is my duty, as it will be

yours, to put from my head all the

deplorable publicity this case has

attracted and address ourselves solely

to the evidence produced in this court.

Please take the oath. Take the book in

your right hand and repeat the words on

the card.

I do solemnly swear by Almighty God that

I will well and truly try the issue

between our sovereign lord, the king,

and the prisoner and the war and will

give a true verdict.

Heat. Heat.

stole my heart

away. Makes me dream all day. Dreams I

know can never be

true. Seems as though I'll ever be blue.

means my

happiness. Would I answer yes

to? Well, you want to guess

who? No.

I really darling there's someone at the

door. Can you go?

Yes. Hello. Uh, I've come about the

advertisement.

You're too old.

Well, well, it says 14 to8. I know what

it says. I wrote it myself. Who is it,

darling?

a boy about the advert, but he's wrong.

Why? He's too old. Look, I'm only 18.

You look much older. I'm just a bit of

something or I'll be sick.

You better come in.

Tell him to go into the lounge. Make

himself comfortable.

in here.

Oh, thank you,

miss. I'm not too sure. Are you the maid

companion?

Oh, I see. I'm sorry. Just don't take

advantage of her, that's all. I know

what she is. Can't say no to anyone.

Hello. Sorry to keep you

waiting. Been peeping at my music. Look,

I wasn't home. Oh, silly boy. I don't

mind a bit. Look, that's me. Taken quite

a few years ago, I'm afraid. I write

music. Lzan's my pen name.

What's yours? Bowman. Just Bowman.

George. George Percy after my dad. What

does your dad do for a living? Uh, he's

a builder. Well, from up north

originally. I've been working for him

only the Well, there's not too much of

that about these days. Oh, I know. It's

just terrible. This slump. Yeah, I can't

sell anything. Well, they did night

brings me you on the wireless about a

year ago. That's absolutely all for

ages. Here, let me take your cap.

Thank you, miss.

And it's Ms. three times over, as a

matter of fact. Gosh, now I'm giving

things away. But the truth is, I started

very young. Do you know I have a boy of

13. He's almost as old as you. Isn't

that terrible? Your young lady said I

was too old. Yes. Well, it's working on

the building sites, I expect, made you

so developed. I mean, you do look what

I'd call fully grown.

Look, I wasn't lying to her. No, no, no.

Of course not. Oh, don't mind Irene. We

do everything

together. You'll be working under her,

as a matter of fact. You know, the

boiler and the shoes and things like

that. So, I'd better tell you what the

wages are. I'm afraid that's one of the

reasons we wanted a younger boy. My

husband will only go to a pound a week.

What? Living in, Mom? No, I'm afraid

not. There really isn't room. Well, Mr.

Ratenbury is an architect and works at

home. And when the boys are here for

their holidays,

well, still, I expect I could slip you a

few bob on the side. You know,

expenses. Only rats. That's Mr.

Ratenbury. Wouldn't have to

know. Do you live far? The other side of

Bournemouth. What about half an hour on

my bike? Oh, well, that's all settled

then. Would you like a drink? Uh, no.

Uh, no, I don't. Oh, you disapprove. Oh,

no. Well, my dad does. He's a bit

religious.

Yes. Well, you have to have something

sometimes to cheer you up, don't you?

I mean, look at Jesus. He turned the

water into wine, didn't he? Not the

other way about. You can tell Lord that.

Oh, Lord. Here he is. I'd better warn

you. You'll have to shout.

Hello, darling. Did you have a nice

walk? Bloody East wind. You should have

told me. Oh, did you get chilled? Ah,

blasted to buggery.

Nearly enough time is it to see you

started. Won't be long, dear. I expect

you're wondering who this is. No, I

wasn't. But uh who is he? His name's

Bowman. He's going to help Irene.

Any references? No, sir. I' I've not

done this sort of work. What? Don't

worry, darling. I've been into all that.

Can you drive? Yes, sir. Uh, I've got a

license. Oh, well that's marvelous. Oh,

darling. Isn't that just too marvelous?

Look, we've got a chauffeur.

No uniform. Oh, no. No, of course not.

No.

Well, perhaps a cap and a Macintosh.

You'd look nice in a cap.

And uh Mr. Ratenbury sleeps down here

because he doesn't like the stairs.

Sorry.

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You'll have my notice by the end of the

week. Yes, dear. I'm sure I will.

I could see at once that he'd twist you

around his little finger.

He's going to drive little John to

school. That's something one of your

boots couldn't have done.

[Music]

Come on, darlings. Come on. Get off the

table. Out of the kitchen. Go on,

Christopher. You can take this train

through if you want. Is that Bowman's

bike I saw outside? Yes, I expect so

super. It's a BSA with racing

handlebars. Come on, John.

Lord, is that really all I've got?

I promised I'd get Bowman a cap. Did you

know? Well, don't forget you owe me four

weeks wages. Then there's Christopher's

new cricket

bat. Lord, I'll just have to tackle rats

again. Pray for me, darling.

rats. Oh, bugger this. What is it,

darling? properties gone through the

floor. Nobody wants to risk the capital

to build a bloody hen house.

Never mind, darling. You'll think of

something. You're so clever. What

happened to that rotten kuner of yours?

He was going to make our bloody fortune,

wasn't he?

Why the hell did I ever let you drag me

down to this godforsaken hole? I don't

know. You know why, darling? We wanted

the fresh air.

And that's just about all we're going to

have to live

on. Oh, I'm sorry, old thing,

but it's

just bloody life

and getting old. Oh, you're not old.

You're not old to me.

Okay,

Arma. How much do you want?

Well, it's the car. Oh,

Bowman says it's fine. It's just that we

need we need a new carburetor.

Otherwise, it's going to seize up. Then

we're going to need a new car.

A new husband.

Oh, don't rats. All right. Please,

please, please don't.

[Music]

No good, is it?

No good. I was trained, you

see. I only do it now to chase away the

blues. Only it doesn't work.

What year were you born truly?

1916.

Then you really are 18.

November. That's funny. What? That was

the year that I married Dawn, my first

husband. He was 19 when he went to the

front.

I got a job in a nursing unit at Dover

so I could be with him the minute he

came home on

leave and he never

did. Got a telegram. That was all.

He was

killed in France.

And there's one rose that dies not

[Music]

in. It's the rose that I keep in my

heart. Look, don't please Mrs. Raten.

I'm sorry.

Have you got a hank? Well, yeah.

Look. Is it clean enough?

F. I'm

sorry. You know, sometimes it helps. I

think I almost make myself. Yeah, but

why?

Well, I mean, you shouldn't be unhappy.

Well, it was a long time ago, Ian. Well,

I mean, now you've got everything.

Everything.

I've never seen anyone like you before.

Well, I mean, like at the pictures, but

so the

pictures just so.

Is that how I seem to

you? Like who?

I don't know.

like Greta Gabo.

[Laughter]

Look, I'm

sorry. I'm sorry,

too. Here, kiss your hand

here. I feel much better now. Thank you.

[Music]

Do you know what I think

about? Well, I mean, just imagine being

someone like Jim Mullins or Amy

Johnson flying across the

Atlantic up in the clouds going on and

on. Eh,

You know, if you think about it, I mean,

this is the best time there's ever been

to be born. We've had wars and

everything, but they're over now. You've

got cities and streamline cars and

cinemas. You can have anything you

wanted in the

world so long as you were famous and had

enough cash, eh?

And then there's all this

what? All this that God gave us.

That's what I tell rats.

I still uh I suppose if you're getting

on and everything. Come on, you two.

Well, you just have to win the pools and

marry someone rich and beautiful.

Well, uh I wouldn't mind the pools.

[Music]

Night and

day. You are the

one. Only you beneath the moon and under

the sun.

Well, to

me, it's no

matter where you are, I think of

you and

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In the silence of my lonely

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room

and night and

day of

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And this moment won't be

true. Let me spend my life making love

for you

and night and day.

[Music]

[Music]

Don't be afraid. It's me.

Are you trembling?

It's all right.

[Music]

It's all right. I'm here.

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I like for school today. Mommy, were you

darling? Well, that's because Bowman had

a puncture on his bike. Did you tell Mr.

Forbes? He said, "Don't be late again."

Why was he late? Burman had a puncture

on his bike. Made him late.

Dear absolutely silly to Bowman cycling

to us in the mornings. Such a distance.

Wouldn't have to if he lived in. Where's

he going to sleep? Irene, he could sleep

in Christopher's room while he's at

school. Little John could move in with

me. You wouldn't mind that, would you,

Donald? Why can't I have my own room?

said he ought to live in rats. I told

you before.

You didn't double declutch. Want to

wreck my bloody gearbox? Sorry, sir.

I've let him

leave, but I'll not fork out another

bloody penny for housekeeping.

[Music]

What's going on down

there? The rats with Bowman playing

cards. Oh, I'm going to bed. Night,

darling. Good

night. Is everything all right?

Yes, I'm all right if you are. Oh,

yes. Very, very,

very. Yeah. What, Bman?

Best move I ever made was to go to

Canada. Parliament building in Victoria,

Empress Hotel there, the courthouse in

Vancouver. All loose by

me. Where they met armor,

too. Now, that's wrong, sir. Oh, that's

it. Thought this was coming

out. Uh, now all that's finished.

Bloody awful block of flats in Bridg's

the highest agonist part. Oh, what about

you, Misa? Yeah. Well, what do you dream

about? Must be more than this. Wave a

magic wand. What are you going to be? A

magic wand?

I don't

know. But somebody in the

films like James Kagny. Kagney? I

thought he was a bloody gangster. Oh,

no. See, he's a film star. Where's my

darling wife? Eh,

I think she's gone to bed, sir. Not a

bed. Poor little armor. What's she going

to get for her birthday now? Sweet fa.

That's

what you're a good

boy. You understand what I'm telling

you. Got to take care of Mrs. R.

I'm pissed

again. Give me a hand. Oh

boy. That's a

pal. Off we

go. You know

what? One thing I bet she never told

you. Armor. What's this?

1917. French army gave a a quiet

again. She was a stretch of bear at the

front.

No, sir. No, I

didn't. Come on, sir.

Why? Why won't you talk about it? You

said your husband was killed in France.

I mean, you've told me that already.

Well, it just seemed

that if I'd been there, I might have

saved him

or somebody might have saved

him. After that, it didn't matter. They

were all

him. If someone puts a bullet through

your brain, you don't have to think

anymore. But I wanted to stop thinking.

There's only two ways of doing that.

What's the other one? Getting drunk.

No. Making love.

[Music]

Hello, Bowman.

What are you doing, sir? I'm cleaning

the spark plugs. Do you know a lot about

cars? A bit.

I'm not much good at things like that.

Why do you wear a dagger? Look, it's not

a dagger. It's a sheath knife.

I hoped I'd get a bike like yours for

Christmas, but hard cheese.

He's a bit stingy, your old man. I'd say

we're a bit of a funny lot all together

here. I mean, wouldn't

you? He's not my real father. Of course,

my mother was divorced when I was three.

I've only got one real person, and

that's her. Do you think that's rotten?

I sometimes think it's rotten when I

think about it. Yeah. Well, you wouldn't

want my dad. He's a downside more strict

than Mr. Ratenburg.

Have you got many friends? Friends?

Brothers and sisters? No. You're an

only? I've got one friend at school. I

don't think people have got lots of

friends. Have any real friends at all.

Do you? Oh, maybe not.

They have some terrific rows sometimes.

Rats are my mother.

What about money? I suppose once she

thought he was going to kill himself.

That's what she told me anyway. He gave

her a black eye. Are you sure about

that? Apparently. Yeah. Well, you better

not try anything like that while I'm

around.

Well, back to school tomorrow.

Actually, he's not such a bad old stick

old rat. I'd say they're quite fond of

one another. Wouldn't you?

[Music]

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You better get dressed. Awful.

We can't lie here all afternoon.

Why not?

I love it.

But it's not fair to Irene.

[Laughter]

Irene? What the hell's she got to do

with anything? Rats might come home at

any minute. Let

him let him come.

I want him to come home and find us like

this. I want him to come in

here and see you like this.

And that wouldn't be very sensible now,

would it? Yeah. Well, I call it

sensible. Oh, just to hurt. Yeah. Well,

I want to hurt him and me.

I want to hate you sometimes.

You

do all the

time because I love you so

much. Oh, you have no idea how much I

love you. Look, why don't we do

something?

What's the point hurting each other, me

and you?

Why didn't we go away like I told you?

We'll just be together where we don't

have to keep thinking all the time about

what Irene thinks or what he thinks.

Darling, I've told you. You know. Yes, I

know you've told me.

Well, look, you do what you want.

Eh, I mean, you just stay where you're

taken care of. That's all very fine. Oh,

now that isn't fair. Yeah. Who's being

fair to me? You're being fair to me. You

say that? Well, I tried. I mean, it's

boom and fetch this. Boom. And get that.

And then the next minute it's darling, I

love you. I'll do anything you want just

now. I mean it. I mean now I tell you

now I'm getting out of it. Oh no. No.

You You can't just walk out. Please. No,

darling. Please don't leave. If you want

to see me again, you better come. No.

No. Listen to me. Listen. I love you.

You know I love you. I can't just walk

out of here like this. I can't let you

go. You mustn't go now. Please, darling.

No. Leave me alone. I'm warning you.

No, darling. Please listen.

I I will come. I promise. You know, I've

got to think about the children. There's

so many

things. You're just too young. You're

too young to understand you. You bloody

cow. Stop it. Stop it. What are you

doing to her? What do you think you're

doing to her? You're raving Ly's the

parab.

All right, that's enough. She wins.

Don't let him leave. Don't let him leave

me

now. Don't let him go. Worry.

[Applause]

Heat. Heat.

What's the matter?

Nothing. Oh, I was just saying if the

lights were turned off, that's all.

He's gone to sleep in the drawing room.

Drunk as usual. I

suppose it was the same every night that

you were up in London. I'm not putting

him to bed on my Sunday off. Good night.

[Music]

[Music]

Ah, Mrs.

Ratenbury, you feeling better

now? She had a bath. Matron, she wants

to go to sleep. Perhaps she can have her

coffee now.

Do you want some coffee? Oh, yes.

Come on. There it

is. What's the time? Where's Little

John? Bowman's giving him his breakfast.

It's Monday. Bowman's taking care of it.

Mrs.

Ratenbury, you do understand you've been

charged with your husband's murder.

I cautioned you a short time ago and you

made a statement. May I read it to you

now? Why don't you leave her alone?

Can't you see what state she's in? Miss

Riggs, she's in no condition. You heard

what the doctor said. He's given her an

injection of morphia. Miss Riggs, I have

to remind you that I'm a police officer

in charge of these inquiries, and I ask

you to leave the room. It's all right.

It's all right, darling. I'll go and see

little John.

Sorry. Sorry. What was it you wanted? I

can't seem to think of anything. I was

about to read your statement, Mrs.

Ratenbury. Oh, can I see it? I can read

it.

Can you read it out to me, please? As

it's written down there. You mean aloud?

If you

please. About 900 p.m. on Sunday the

24th of March

1935. I was playing cards with my

husband when he

did. He dared me to kill him as he

wanted to die. I picked up the mallet.

He then said, "You have not got guts

enough to do it." I then hit him with

the mallet. I hid the mallet outside the

house. I would have shot him if I had a

gun. That's all.

Is that a true statement, Mrs. Renbury.

Yes, quite true. Then I must ask you

please to sign it for me.

Just there, please, ma'am. As you

normally sign yourself

Not quite sure when I'll be back, so

don't make fools of yourselves. You got

yourself into this mess by talking too

much. Goodbye, darling. Tell Bowman to

give you the mallet.

Goodbye, little John. Bye, mommy. You'll

be good at school. All right.

Goodbye.

If you'll come with us now, Mrs. That

ring

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[Music]

You're up then.

There's somebody in Mrs. Ratenberry's

room. Mom and dad. I asked them to come

over.

What happened to you last night then?

What? Came home drunk. Dad helped you up

the stairs. You threw up in your room.

Don't you remember?

Not much.

I got her to stop drinking those

cocktails. Wasn't having her doing that.

Want any breakfast? No.

Mrs. Rotten's in jail.

And I put her there.

That's what you said last night. You

were shouting it up and down the

road. Suppose you know he did it.

Well, I'm going to go to London.

I'm going to try and see

her and then give myself

up. The police

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[Applause]

You know, quite frankly, my dear

Manning, we'll have our work cut out for

us whoever we get. Just so long as it

isn't Godard.

President Renbury, sir. Thank you,

Borders. You can leave us now. Yes, sir.

Why don't you come and sit down, Mr.

Rackenbury? Thank you.

Good morning.

Would you like a cigarette? Oh, my

favorites. Thank

you. I'm dying for one. Fantastic. Good.

Well, let's keep you for a time.

Thank you. I do miss them. Is there

anything else I can get that you need?

No, thank you, Mr.

Monu. Nothing a man would know about

hair pins and things, but Direina can

bring those. She's still coming to see

you. Yes, she brings me news about

Little John and Christopher.

I had a letter from him

yesterday. Didn't say

much. Of course, they've told him.

Mrs. Ratenbury, I must warn you that the

sensational reporting of this case in

the national press has caused a deep

public prejudice against you, and I fear

we face a very difficult time. Yes, of

course, I realize they'll think that I

was of Oh, yes, but they do blame me for

something more than murder. You see, you

had an affair with a much younger man.

So, husbands detest you because you did

something they dread. And wives, well,

because they're jealous of you. Now,

outside this prison, there's an army of

durers, men and women, who hate you with

a bitter hatred of fear and

envy. Look, you still insist that your

very statements to the police are true.

Well, I can't very well go back on them,

can I? No, but you can certainly claim

that you gave them at a time when your

mind was hopelessly confused. And look,

I am to save your life, Mrs. Ratenbury,

and I ask you nothing but the truth. You

must

Well, I'm sorry, Mr.

Connor, but I can't.

Well,

now I did it. Rats has lived too long. I

shall make a better job of it next time.

Do you remember every single word? Yes.

Yes. Do you remember dancing around

half-dressed trying to kiss several of

the policemen? No, I didn't do that.

They didn't say that in the magistrate's

court. No, of course, cuz it didn't suit

their purpose. But they will say it to

the old Bailey trial because it will

suit mine. Oh, must

you? I mean, I can't have been. I'm not

trying to kiss. Yes, but you had drunk

almost a bottle of whiskey by then. But

you don't remember any of this. In fact,

it comes to you as a complete surprise.

Yes. And yet you remember clearly every

word of a statement you gave to the

police in the middle of this fiasco.

Really, Mrs. Ratenbury? Well, my mind

must have cleared. And you'll say that

in court? Yes, absolutely.

Right. Where did you find the mallet? It

was lying about. What? In the drawing

room?

Oh, no. It can't have been, can it? Um,

it was in the hall.

Did you know that Bowman had borrowed it

from his father earlier that evening?

No. What did you do with the mallet

afterwards? I hid it. Why? Because it

looks so horrible. More horrible than

the sight of your injured husband

covered in blood. Please, I don't. I'm

sorry, Mr. Ratenbury, but I must. Now,

where did you hide it? I don't know. I

can't remember. Why should Bowman know

where the mallet was and not you? No, he

didn't. Yes, he did. On his arrest, he

told the police exactly where it was

hidden, and that was exactly where

they'd found it with his fingerprints

all over it. Well, they would be,

wouldn't they? Because he had just

carried it all the way from his

father's. Yes. So, why weren't yours on

it?

Because I wore gloves. And where did you

find these gloves? I've got them

upstairs. Lots of pairs. I see. So, your

story then is this. Your husband asks

you to kill him. You go out into the

hall to find a suitable implement and

you find a carpet's mallet borrowed that

evening by Bowman. You come downstairs,

pick up the mallet in your gloved

hands. You then hit your husband three

times on the back of the head. The back

of the head, Mrs. Ratenbury, not the

front, and injure him so brutally that

he dies soon after. You then hide the

mallet somewhere in the garden, but you

can't remember where. And oh yes,

presumably you put the gloves back in a

drawer in your bedroom. You then put on

the gramophone, pour yourself a glass of

whiskey, neat, and dance around as you

give the police a full

confession. Mr. Ratenbury, if I told

that story in court, the jury's laughter

would drown my voice.

Well, I'm sorry,

sir. That's that. No, it isn't

that. Mrs.

Ratenbury. If I tell that story in

court, you know what the jury will

believe? They will believe that it was

Bowman who killed your husband with a

mallet specially acquired for that

purpose and that he did so with your

knowledge and consent, certainly under

your influence and very probably at your

urging. And that will make you both

equally guilty of

murder. And your efforts to shield

Bowman will have the effect of putting a

noose around his neck just as surely as

around No, they can't do that to him.

Why can't they just hang me? I mean,

that's what they want after

all. Look, Mr. Renbury, please, would

you like to tell us the truth?

I've already told you I killed rats

alone. Burman had nothing to do with it.

Ming, I'm sorry. There's nothing more we

can do.

But that was in Bournemouth. Your

statement to Detective Constable Gates

in the detention room of the police

court. Yeah. When I did the job, I

believed he was asleep. I hit him and

then came upstairs and told Mrs.

Ratenbury. She rushed down then. You

see, I watched through the French

windows and saw her kiss him good night.

You said always. Well, I must have done,

mustn't I?

Do you go much to the pictures, Mr. B?

Yeah. Uh, quite a bit. And read much?

Yeah. Uh, detective book sometimes.

Always sounds to me like the product of

a vivid imagination. Yeah, look, it's

true.

Look, you don't tell me what to say, do

you? I tell you, and that's what I'm

telling you.

I did the old man in when I was crazed

on cocaine and not responsible for my

actions, and that's what I'll tell him

in court. You won't get the opportunity.

Oh, why not? I'm not putting you in the

witness box.

How can you stop me? By not calling you.

Hey, but you've got

to. I'm not putting you in the witness

box because I shouldn't like to hear you

explaining to Mr. Kroom Johnson, one of

the most devastating cross-examiners at

the bar, exactly how you became a dope

fiend. But that's my defense.

What does cocaine look like, Mr.

B? Look like Yes. What color is it?

Uh,

brown brown. Brown with uh with like

black specks. With black specks. And if

you went into the witness box, you would

tell Mr. Kroom Johnson that. Yes, of

course. And if he asked you why in

popular parliament it was called snow.

How would you answer him?

I don't know.

I didn't know it was. It is called snow

because it is white. Mr. Bowman. The

purest possible white.

Oh my god. Exactly.

Well, look, if I don't use cocaine,

what's my defense? I have told you many

times you fell under the influence of an

older woman who seduced you, exploiting

your position as a servant. No. And

drove you to madness, imploring you to

kill her husband. No, she never. I have

to remind you, you're of an age to be

hanged. Yes, I know that. You're

disposed to die. No, look, I want to

live,

but I'm not going to say she made me do

it. I mean, they can tell me apart

before they get me to say that. I don't

think you quite understand. Look, it's

you that doesn't understand.

Look, Elmer, lion, deceitful bloody cow

that she is. She's the only woman that I

have ever had. The only one that I've

ever loved.

No, Mr. Caswell. I must stick by, Elma.

I just wish I could see her again just

to tell her that's all.

You will of course at the old

[Music]

Bianc I wanted to see me and I

telephoned your chambers every day this

week. I'm sorry de boy. I've been up to

my eyes in fraud but I'm sure Monty's

looked after you.

The ghouls are out in force, I see.

That's all right. Thank you very much.

Excuse. Thank you.

Thank you.

Is the enemy about? Groom Johnson

himself, I suppose. I think he's feeling

pretty cocky. After you, my dear fellow.

Thank you.

How's your lad, Bowman? Very difficult.

You're not calling him. Impossible.

Dangerous. Not talking to myself. Looks

like you've confessed to anything. Well,

mine won't take a stand to save her

life. Literally.

It's very tricky. The whole

thing. Do you intend to involve us in

the borrowing of the mallet? Bowman's

father's going to say he assumed the boy

borrowed it with your client's consent.

Assumptions? Nothing. What did he tell

the father? He was borrowing it for a

sun shelter in the garden. Sun shelter

in mid-March. One of the coldest days of

the year, was it? Yes. Should I have

known that? Is it important? Just to me.

Why? Ah, trade secret, dear boy. If I

thought it would help you, I'd tell you.

But it won't. You always seem so damn

cheerful. It's half the battle. I didn't

sleep at all last night. Well, that's a

mistake. I had a large dinner at the

Garrick, got away from the bloody

actors, and slept for 2 hours in the

smoking room, and then home to bed.

Now listen,

Caswell, I don't want to bully, but any

suggestion that we wielded the mallet,

and I shan hesitate to remind the jury

that we're a poor, weak woman who

couldn't drive a peg into Pete in under

40 wax, while you're a hulking great

brute who could brain a man in one. And

did. That's right. And did.

You're not disputing your statement of

confession to the police. How can I? I

don't know. I only know I'm disputing

every one of mine. I'm going to have

them floating past Kroom Johnson like

confetti.

I suppose while you were knocking the

old man's block in, we were what?

Winding the gramophone and egging you

on. I'm sorry, O' Connor. I intend to

push your evil moral influence as hard

as I can. It's by any chance. All right,

you push away, my dear fellow. Push

away. I'm going to push your

psychopathological rages and fits of

sudden violence. You won't mind that, I

hope.

How do I I'm told that you were supposed

to have committed the murder under the

influence of a lorry load of cocaine.

Yes. Damn it. Where did you get it from?

Someone somewhere in London. We can't

remember who or where. Good God. I've

got a couple of expert witnesses on

drugs, but the whole thing is

desperately thin.

Is this your first capital charge? No.

With the others, I had some chance.

While there's life, there's hope. Our

hope? their lives.

Yes. And not for a single moment can one

forget that. She's in there.

Come on. Stand

back. Right back.

[Music]

[Applause]

What do they want? Who are they? Never

mind that dirty lot. It's terrible. Why

do they hate like that? Awful

hatred. Forget them. You should be glad

to be hated by fools like that.

[Music]

would I answer yes to

if anyone can inform my lords the king's

justices or the king's attorney

general this inquest be taken between my

sovereign lord the king and the

prisoners of the bar of any treasons,

murders, felonies or misdemeanor done by

the prisoners of the bar. Let them come

forth and they shall be heard. Ladies

and gentlemen, we intend to prove that

Bowman borrowed and brought the mallet

to the

house and that one or other of the

accused delivered the blows at the head

of Mr.

Ratenbury. The prosecution suggests that

Mrs. Ratimbury and the

boy

Bowman with one common object and

design set out to get rid of Mr.

Rattenbury who stood in their way and

that members of the jury is the

contention of the prosecution in this

case. Thank you my lord.

Now, Miss Riggs, you have already told

my learned friend, Mr. Kroom Johnson,

that on the night of the murder, you

came home and looked briefly into Mr.

Ratenbury's room. Yes. And then on your

way upstairs, you saw Bowman on the

landing and exchanged some words with

him. And shortly after that, Mrs.

Ratenbury came into your bedroom and

told you that she and Mr. Ratenbury were

leaving to visit some friends in

Bridport. Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Jens.

Now, was there anything unusual about

her? Did she look as though she had any

idea at all that her husband was

downstairs mortally injured? No, not at

all. So, she left you and went to bed.

And shortly afterwards, you heard

someone going downstairs. Was that very

quickly? Yes. In a hurry. And then

almost immediately the cry of Irene.

Yes. And you were downstairs in the

drawing room. What? Within a few seconds

of hearing that cry. Yes. And what was

her condition then? She was in a

terrified state. Not at all as you had

seen her a few moments before in your

bedroom. Not at all. She was a changed

woman. Absolutely.

And then on her way finally to the

police

station. Did she say anything to you

about Bowman?

Yes. She whispered to me, "Tell Bowman

he must give you the mallet." And did

you tell Bowman that? But as soon as I

asked him, I realized that the police

had already found the mallet. And what

did he answer? Nothing.

Thank you. There was something else. The

morning before he left to go to the

police, I asked Bowman why he'd done it.

Wait a minute,

Mr. Okconor. Do you want to put any

further questions? I think I will follow

this up if I may, my lord. I should have

said it before when he asked me another

question. And what was that? On the

Tuesday, I asked Bowman why he had done

it.

And what did he say?

He said because he had seen Mr.

Rattenbury living with Mrs. Ratenbury on

the Sunday afternoon.

Let me have this. Did you say living

with him? I think the expression means

having marital relations. My

Was he sober when he said this? Yes,

quite.

Thank you, Miss Rick.

You are Arthur Ernest Bagwell, a

constable in the Hampshire

Constabularary Station at Bournemouth.

Yes, sir. Would you tell the court in

your own words of your actions in the

early morning of March the 25th? And you

may use your notebook if there's no

objection.

Uh, in answer to a telephone call, I

went to the Strath Allen nursing home at

about 1:30 a.m. I saw Mr. Ratenbury on

the operating table. After I had seen

him, I went to the Villa MadiRaa in

Manor Road at about 2:00 a.m. I was

admitted by Mrs. Ratenbury. Oh, yes, of

course. Come in. Come in. Thank you,

Mom. I'm sorry. This place is an awful

mess.

Oh, Irene, darling, this is Conable B.

Mr. Bagwell. He's just come from the

nursing

home. Irene is my maid. Excuse me. Mr.

We've been clearing up this awful

mess. Of course, you know all about

that. This is my poor husband.

[Music]

Perhaps you can tell me, Mom, how you

received this? How must we talk about

it? I can't bear to talk about

it.

Oh. Uh, would you like a drink? Oh, not

on duty, ma'am. A cigarette?

Oh gosh, it's almost

[Music]

finished. I don't normally drink this.

That's all we've

[Music]

got. Should I tell you? There was this

[Music]

book. Oh, look. It's

[Music]

here. What he told me is rats is what I

call my

husband. He wanted to die. He was always

saying it. Excuse me, Mom. Could I ask

you to turn down the gramophone? It's uh

disturbing the neighbors.

Oh, what is it now? That's terrible,

isn't it? I mean, disturbing the

neighbors is terrible.

All the noise, Mom. It's uh difficult

for me to hear what you're saying. I

needed

music. All my life, I needed music. I

love music.

It stops me thinking.

Excuse me, Mom. I want you to

understand nice and

strong. Trying to

dance. That's

wrong. I can give you something.

I can give you £10. Mrs. Ratenbury, I

have to caution you. Did you see my

chauffeur at the nursing home? He drove

the doctor.

[Music]

You know, he's nothing. He's just a boy,

really. He's just an odd job boy.

Nothing. I know who did

it. I did it.

with the

map. Rats have lived too

long. It's hidden, but I know where it

is.

Oh, no. I didn't mean to bribe you. I

think I have to make a telephone call

now, Mom, if you please. No, wait. Where

are you going? I want to talk to you.

There's a telephone in there, you know.

Look after him. No, please. I want to

talk to you. Don't let him go. I have to

talk to Don't.

[Applause]

Now, council, one final question about

Mrs. Ratenbur's

behavior. As a

policeman, how did you react to her

attitude that night?

I was disgusted, sir. Thank you,

Constable. Look at the press boys

scampering out.

Yes. Well, nice headlines.

Constable, how long have you been in the

police force? 30 years. So during that

time, you would of course have attended

at many gruesome occasions, car

accidents and the like. Yes, sir. Many.

Yes. So you would be very familiar with

the medical phenomenon known as shock.

I've seen cases of shock, sir. Yes.

Severe shock. Some severe. Good. How do

such persons usually behave?

Well, I'd say uh sometimes they're not

quite all there. So, why were you then

so disgusted by Mrs. Ratenbury's

behavior that night? I didn't think it

was shock, sir. I saw no occasion. Oh,

you saw no occasion after her husband

had been so brutally attacked.

What is the treatment for shock?

Well, come on. You've read your manual.

What does it say? to keep the person

warm using blankets if obtainable. And

if the victim is not kept warm, what

does your manual say can happen to the

victim?

What is there a danger of? Collapse,

sir. Collapse, sir. And what happened to

Mrs. Ratenbury later that night? She did

collapse, sir, and had to be put to bed.

But that was the whiskey. Oh, was it

indeed?

And how much whiskey did Mrs. Ratenbury

have to drink?

She was drinking from the bottle, sir.

Almost emptied it.

in front of you, constable.

I had no option, sir. No option, sir.

What does your handbook tell you to

prevent the victim taking at all costs?

Alcohol, sir.

Alcohol. You may be fortunate yourself,

constable, not to be facing a very

serious

charge. That is all.

[Applause]

It's no go. I've tried every trick in

the book, but she won't play. I think

she accepts the fact that the game is

lost as far as bones concerned.

Taxi, she just plain refuses to go into

the witness box to give evidence against

him. She's the only witness we've got.

You open tomorrow. What the devil are

you going to do?

Well, there's a joker in the pack. I

should have thought of it before. I'll

see you tomorrow, Bigu. Waterlue,

please.

Good evening, Mrs. Ratenry. Mr. Okconor,

what are you doing here? I've brought

someone to see you. Oh, thank you,

madam. Please,

your mother's here now.

What kind of a man are you? Uh, someone

who wants to save you, Mrs. Ratenbury,

despite

yourself. Manning and I will wait

outside.

Hello. Hello,

Christopher. This is my son. This is

Joan. Hello. Hello,

Christopher. I'll leave you two

together.

Are you angry with Mr. Okconor?

Well, no. No, not angry. No.

Oh gosh, what a surprise. Who came to

pick you up from school? Irenei? I

thought you knew.

Irenei, I don't see too much of her

these days. I don't see too much of

anyone I really want.

How's Little John? All right. And you

keep an eye on him. And you? Not too

bad. Except it's French test tomorrow.

Oh gosh. You always hated

those. Never mind. Don't think about

it. It's going to be all right. It's

going to be all right, isn't it?

What did Mr. Okconor ask you to say to

me?

He wants you to tell the truth.

Makes it sound easy, isn't it?

Not always.

No. What do you think I should do?

Mr. Okconor said I'd

understand because it might be like

sneaking on a friend.

I just don't know. It must be pretty

awful having to think. I don't know. I

just want you again. That's what. Oh, my

darling. Oh, my darling. Don't be

afraid. I'll make it all come out all

right. I promise

you. I promise you.

Take the book in your right hand and

repeat after me. I swear by Almighty

God. I swear by Almighty God that the

evidence I shall give to the court that

the evidence I shall give to the court

shall be the truth, the whole truth, and

nothing but the truth. shall be the

truth, the whole truth, and nothing but

the truth.

You are Elma Victoria Ratenbury. Yes.

Were you married to the late Mr.

Ratenbury seven or eight years ago? Yes.

Now I believe you have been married

twice before your first husband was

killed in the war. Yes. You divorced

your second husband and by him you had a

child. Yes. Christopher. Now there was

also a child of your marriage to Mr.

Ratenbury who is six in June I believe.

Yes. Little John. Now since the birth of

that

child did you and your husband live

together as man and wife?

No. Ask him to speak. Yes, of course.

Mrs. Ratenbury, I must ask you to speak

much louder if you will, so that the

jury can hear you. Oh, yes. I'm sorry.

So, since that time, you did not live

together as husband and wife at all? No.

On what terms were you? We were quite

friendly. Was your married life happy?

Like that? Did your husband have a

separate bedroom? Yes. Was that at his

suggestion or yours? Oh, his. Would you

would have been ready to continue

marital relations with him?

No, I don't think so.

But regardless of that, he did not want

it.

I think it was a question of the flesh

being willing, but the spirit was weak.

Yes, it is the other way around, I

think. Yes, I expect so. Now, between

the months of November 1934 and March

1935, were you having regular sexual

relations with Bowman? Yes.

And what attitude did your husband take

to all this? None whatsoever. Did he

know of it? Well, he must have done

because quite some time ago, he told me

to live my own life.

Mr. Ratbury, I'm going to take you

through the events of the week that led

up to your husband's death.

On Monday, March the 18th, did you ask

your husband for some money? Yes. How

much? £250.

And what did you tell him the money was

for? To go to London for an operation.

And did you in fact go to London the

following day? Yes, with Bowman.

Hey, the Royal Palace Hotel.

I've got a mirror like this in my room.

Did you tip the page, boy? Yeah, tell

her.

Hey, he called me sir. Did you notice

that? Yeah, I didn't care much for that

greasy fellow on the desk.

What did you write in the book? The

register. Mrs. Ratenbury and brother.

Well, it should have been Mr. and Mrs.

Bowman.

Yes, darling, but I've got to pay the

bill, haven't I? And I can't very well

write Alma Bowman on the check now, can

I?

Could you get that £50 out of the bank

for me? Yeah, there we are. Now, you

keep £20 for yourself so you can pay for

things as we go along.

All right, it's 30 for you and 20 for

me. Hey, now what do I get? Hey, you

promised me. I know. I You promised me

that I wouldn't have any of your

horrible RS if I came away with you. Oh,

would you look at that bad day? Yes.

No. No. We've got heaps of things to do

first. Like what? I want to go to

Harrods and buy you a suit and shirt and

some ties. Yeah. And so pajamas.

Is that what you want? Yeah, silk

pajamas. That's what they wear in the

flicks. Hey, and I want to go and see

Lives of a Bengal Lancer. It's on at the

carton. Oh no. Let's go to the theater.

You know Bobby H is on at the

Hippodrome. You'd like that. I'll touch

you for it. Heads. It's yours. What did

you say the show was called? Yes, madam.

Yes, madam. Yes, madam. Anything you

say, madam. For now, I'm going to have

you on this bed. So, what do you say to

me?

Yes, sir.

Oh, I love you. Oh, I love you. All

[Music]

right. Thanks. Thanks very much.

What's this place called then? It's a

tidal saw. It's where wives bring their

boyfriends when their husbands visit the

office. Yeah, that's a good idea.

What have you been doing all day? Just

walking about. How did you get on with

your kunif? He said he won't have

another broadcast for at least 6 months.

He's promised to look at my new song. I

was missing you. Did you miss me? Yeah,

not much. You swine.

I went down Bond Street. Bond Street?

Whatever

for this.

What is it?

It's for you.

Oh,

dumb. You shouldn't have. How much did

it cost? Well, £15 10. I use some of the

money you gave me for Christmas or

£5. Looks beautiful. Should I try it on?

Now, let

[Music]

me know the other one.

Third finger, left hand. Good job.

There it's perfect.

[Music]

With this ring I be

wear. And with my body I be worship.

[Music]

I was just

thinking about tomorrow. Don't. I know,

but I have to.

Promise me you won't make a fuss when

you get back.

[Applause]

Now that I've proved to you, I don't

want to talk about it. I don't even want

to think about it. But I have to think

about it. Look, suppose the world came

to an

end. Well, I mean, suppose tonight we

went to bed and made love and just we'll

just turn the gas on. Well, why

not? I don't care about

tomorrow. I just want this to go on and

on forever.

[Music]

Let's dance.

Well, I want to dance. Look, don't do so

much.

[Music]

Come on, little can. If I show

you. Come on.

[Music]

[Music]

Perfect. Closer. No. Come on. It's

easier.

That's better. Oh.

Oh, very good. Yeah. I'm not quite

further

[Music]

[Laughter]

sting. Oh, I just want to go on and on

like

this. I want to go on and on like this

till the end of the world.

[Music]

Come on then. Look, I'm not going back

in.

I'm never going back inside. Oh, don't

be

silly. It's his day off tomorrow. Little

John's at home. I've promised

him. So, come

on. Just for me.

[Applause]

Well, look, Bratz, here's the tea for

your second cup.

God, that's the bloody truth. What's

that, darling? Thank you.

Or to hear this,

Elma. Elderly men like to marry young

girls. And after a bit, it's hell for

both. Because a woman always wants more

than a man. Little John. A good deal

more in fact than he can give her. It

takes all his time for a young man to

keep pace with a young girl. An old man

isn't a chance. Then the woman generally

goes somewhere else to make up the

deficiency. Little John, I want you to

go downstairs and help Bowman in the

kitchen. All right. Bman says I get his

way. Well, you just tell him that I sent

you. Here you are. Go

on. Close the door after you.

Look, Rats, I don't know what this is

all about. Why are you trying to get at

me in front of I'm trying to get I know

that you're disappointed about the

flats, but it's got nothing to do with

the soding flats. This is my story,

Armor. An old man who marries a young

girl and gets back his youth.

But only for a time, Mom. Only for a

time. Sounds like a beastly book. I

don't want to hear anything about it. I

said I don't want to hear anything about

it. Oh, of course you don't want to hear

about it. Nobody does. But we know

what's coming just the same. So when

every day you die, just a little

more. You need the guts to do what this

fellow does and finish it. Please

rest. Please don't start again. Please.

Please.

But what she send you down for? To help

me.

We do what? What you

doing soldiers?

Hey, hold on a sec. I'll be back.

Oh, that's please don't.

Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart.

Oh, I love you. You know how much I love

you.

God, you [ __ ]

You lie in [ __ ]

And it's not

true. I mean, there are lots of things

that you can enjoy.

What about you? Oh, I enjoy heaps of

things. Well, we've got Christopher and

little John. Mhm. Oh, all of this

started because that beastly bank

wouldn't give you the stupid money. You

know it did.

I know. What? What? Why don't we drive

down to see the Jinxes?

I mean, it was his idea to build the

flats in Bridport, wasn't it? He's got

pots of money. Why shouldn't he come in

with you?

Not bad. Not bad at all. We can drive

down tomorrow. You could even have a

round of golf.

I'll ring Match later on. Burman can

drive us. Oh, sweetheart.

Are you sure, match? That'll be

heavenly. No rats once a few days away

from me. As a matter of fact, oh, you

know, just a things

down. It'll be just the two of us.

Little John's away at school. Oh, there

is just one thing, M. We've got a

chauffeur

[Laughter]

now. It's not as grand as all

that. Uh, but is it all right if you

drove us down? No. The co Yeah, the

coach has to be marvelous.

Yes. Yes. All right.

Uh, no, he

isn't. Well, all right. He is a bit. Put

it down, Elma.

Yes. I uh Yes, m lovely. All right. I've

got to fly now. Yes. All right. After

tea tomorrow. Lovely. All right. Bye.

You're not going, Elma. You're not going

anywhere. Nothing. Are you playing at

What are you doing with that thing? It's

a gun. Oh, that's such a silly game.

Look, it's not a game. Shh. Do you want

rats to come in here and see with that

thing? Just put it away.

It's not a real one anyway.

It's Christopher's therapist. Whatever

it is, just put it away.

You're not going, Elma. I know what you

were doing this afternoon, and I shan

let you go away with him. I shan. What

was I doing this afternoon? Why did you

lock the door?

Because I didn't want little John coming

in and seeing his father.

What do you think I was doing? You were

making love. Oh, what? I don't believe

you.

Well, you can believe me or not. Just as

you wish. Do you think I was going to

drive you there? Do you think I was

going to sit out in the bloody kitchen

with the cook while you and him? I

thought you wanted to come. Or I'd stay

here if you like. Rats can drive. Yeah,

well, I won't do it, Elma. And I won't

let you do it either. Oh, please,

please, please.

Don't you think I've had enough today

already with him? You don't bloody know

what you've done. That's your trouble.

You don't bloody know. Darling. Oh,

darling. Leave me

alone. I'm not going to let you. Not

this time. I'll find a

way. Damn.

Blasted. All

right. You're not still reading that

beastly book, are you?

Now, rats, don't bault the door tonight,

cuz I really won't be home till 10:00.

Night, old thing.

Good night, Arma. Bless you.

[Music]

Well, fancy seeing you

then. Where have you been?

Look, still got the

ring. Oh, what is it, darling? Don't

cry.

I'm in terrible trouble, Elma.

What kind of trouble?

Bad trouble.

What do you mean with your parents? What

is it? You must tell me.

I can't.

You couldn't bear it.

Oh, I can bear anything. What is it you

must tell me?

I've done

something to hurt rats.

Rats.

I didn't want you to go away with him.

I didn't want you to go away and sleep

with him.

I hit him. What?

On the head.

What do you mean?

I borrowed a mallet from my

dad. I didn't want you to go away with

him. How could you? I don't believe you.

You just

see you made

it. Oh my

god. Oh no. Don't Don't go down there.

Oh my god. What have you done? Oh my

god.

I

really Oh my

god. I

really Oh my

god. His teeth. Dro on his

teeth. My poor

eyes. What have they done to you? Come

on now. Wake up. Wake up.

What have they

done? What's this

rat? Look at

him. Call Bman. Someone must get the

doctor. Bowman. Bowman. Come down

quickly. Call. I

can't. It was his teeth.

Yes, it's a bit of a deal. There's been

an accident. Mr. Rap, please come as

quick as you

can.

Look, you mustn't drink that.

Where is Bulmer? I don't know. Well, we

were in bed and Bowman, what is it?

Can't you

see? Somebody must go get the doctor.

I've spoken to him. Go and get him. Make

him come quick. I told you. Go. Just go

and get the

doctor. What are we going to

do? Oh, look at him. You know, his hands

were cold. I tried to warm

them. Oh, my poor darling.

And that is all you

remember, Mrs.

Retenbury? Is that all you remember of

that night until the following morning?

Yes. You don't remember the doctor

coming, the police, the playing of

gramophone?

No, just remember little

John, his face at the door when I went

away.

Now, Mr. Ratenbury, three last

questions. Did you murder your husband?

No.

Did you take any part whatever in

planning his murder?

No. And did you in fact know a thing

about it until Bowman told you in bed

what he had

done? No. If I had, even just for a

moment before, I would have prevented

it.

Mrs. Mr. Ratbury, thank you. That is

all.

And Mrs. Ratenbury, just a moment. You

haven't finished yet.

Now, you told us that on that Sunday

night, Bowman came into your room and

got into bed with you. Was this

something that happened frequently? Oh,

always. Always.

Yes. When Little John was at school. But

little John was at home that night. So

where did he sleep? In my room.

Would you say your lover climbed into

your bed with your little son in the

same room? Yes, but he was asleep.

Little John was a very sound sleep. Mrs.

Ratbury, when Bowman told you in bed

that night that he had hit your husband

on the head with a mallet, did you

believe him? Not at first. No. But when

you went downstairs and found that your

husband had indeed been hit on the head,

did you believe him then? Yes. Well, one

would naturally. Well, you say

naturally, but it's my duty to submit to

you that you knew Bowman had done it

because you encouraged him to do it.

Well,

sorry. Was that a question? It was a

question, Mrs. Ratenbury, and a very

important one. Well, I thought that I'd

answered it,

but Well, if you want it again, I didn't

plot my husband's death.

was a great shock to

me. I've never in all my life harmed a

human being. Oh, you have never harmed a

human being.

Not meaning

to not till now.

But you were fond

of fond of this boy.

Yes.

I loved him.

Members of the jury, when this boy met

this woman, he was an ordinary,

innocent English

boy. Four months later, what do we find?

a drug addict, utterly under the

influence of an

hysterical, lying, drunken woman, of

abnormal sexual

appetites, and of no moral conscience

whatever.

Members of the jury, if you are judging

of moral responsibility in this case,

your task might be a light one, for you

cannot resist nausea and disgust at the

way in which this middle-aged woman ins

snared and degraded this halfless

youth. But that is not your task today.

I would say to you that if you may be

tempted to feel that she has

sinned and that her sin has been

great and has involved others who would

never otherwise have been involved that

you should ask yourselves whether

you or anybody of you are prepared to

cast the first stone.

And it seems to me, ladies and gentlemen

of the jury, that you should have in

your minds a

picture of this

woman. You will remember that she gave

evidence herself that she was committing

adultery regularly in

bed with her

husband's servant.

And in that

bedroom, in a little

bed, was her

child of

six. Members of the

jury, having heard her learned counsel,

having regard to the facts of this

case, it may be you will say you cannot

possibly feel any sympathy for this

woman.

You cannot have any feeling

except disgust for

her. But that must not influence you.

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I think they're coming.

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members of the jury, are you agreed on

the verdict?

Yes, sir. Do you find the prisoner

George Percy Bowman guilty or not guilty

of murder?

Guilty. But we should like to add a

rider to that. We recommend him to

mercy. Do you find the prisoner Alma

Victoria Ratenbury guilty or not guilty

of murder?

Not guilty.

Then you find George Percy Bowman guilty

of murder and you find Alma Victoria

Ratenbury not guilty of murder. And that

is the verdict of you all. Yes, sir.

Mrs.

Red, the jury have found you not

guilty. You are

discharged. George Percy

Bowman, you stand convicted of murder.

Have you anything to say why the court

should not give you judgment of death

according to law?

Nothing at all.

Mrs. Renbury has nothing to say to you

at the present time. Where are you

taking her, sir? I'm taking her to a

private nursing home and I very much

doubt whether you'll be able to find

her. Good day to you. We'll pull out the

phone if we have

to. Have you seen what you got going to

tell us? Gentlemen, Mr. Marshall Harvey

has a statement for you. Thank you,

doctor.

A short statement,

gentlemen. My client was seen by his

father after the verdict. I'll read you

what he said. I am content they have set

her free. Whatever happens to me does

not matter. I am glad she has been

spared. That is all, gentlemen. We shall

of course be lodging an appeal. What's

your view on the verdict, sir? Well,

we're pleased that the jury recommended

mercy. We hope that it will be acted

upon. Good day. So, one more question,

sir. Good day.

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I want to make it perfectly clear that

no one is responsible for the action I

may take regarding my

life. I made up my mind in Holloway to

finish things if Bowman was found

guilty.

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If only I thought it would help them and

I would stay

on. But it's been pointed out to me all

too vividly. I cannot help

him. All the newspapers said I was the

one who should be

hanged, not him.

How strange. I should have found this

spot where we walked with little

John. I tossed a coin like Bowman always

did. And it came down Christ Church.

Oh, what a lovely world we're

in. It must be easier to be hanged than

to do the job oneself. Pray God nothing

stops

me. God bless my children and look after

them.

I tried this morning to throw myself

under a train at Oxford Circus. Too many

people about then a

bus. One must be bold to do a thing like

this. It's beautiful

here and I'm alone.

Oh, thank God for peace at last.

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La. Oh.

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Wow. Wow.

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