All language subtitles for I Confess (1953) (in color) 1080p ENG-ITA (moviesbyrizzo upl)

Who's there?

Keller.

Why are you here
this time of night?

I...

I wanted to pray.

Is something wrong?

I...

Can I help you
in any way?

Can I be of any help?

No one can help me.

I have abused
your kindness.

How?

You gave
my wife and me

a home, a job,
even friendship.

I felt you would let
me be your friend--

so wonderful a thing
for a refugee,

a German, a man
without a home.

You will
hate me now.

I don't hate
anyone, Keller.

You will after what you
have done for me.

You trusted me.

You saw that
my wife and I

were not
common servants.

It was you
who found

more pleasant
tasks for US

working
here in the rectory.

It was my wife
working so hard...

It breaks my heart.

What is the matter?

I must confess to you.

I must tell someone.

I want to make
a confession.

I confess
to almighty god

and to you, father,
that I have sinned.

When was
your last confession?

I can't remember.

Can you remember
approximately?

I have killed
Mr. Vilette.

Go on.

Vilette the lawyer.

I went to his house
tonight.

I went to steal
his money.

I wore a cassock
to avoid attention.

He surprised me.

He was going to
call the police.

He was going to
call the police,

and I tried to stop him.

I didn't
mean to kill him.

Alma,
I'm not a murderer.

It was an accident.

It was the money.

How could I watch
you work so hard?

I lie awake

night after night,

and I think,
"all we need is $2,000."

Alma...

With $2,000 we can
start a new life.

Vilette was rich...

But now
I cannot keep it.

That's what
father Logan told me.

I must give it back.
I promised him.

Ahh.

Oh, it's so hard.

It's so dangerous!

They will catch me.
They will hang me!

I cannot...

I cannot...

But father Logan
will go to them.

He will tell them.

He will tell them?

He cannot tell them

what he heard
in confession.

The police
will come.

Why, Alma?

Why should they
come here?

They know nothing.

I have told them
nothing,

have I?

Alma.

No one knows.

Father Logan.

He cannot tell them

what he heard
in the confessional.

Can't you
understand that?

Alma: Otto!

What is it, Alma?

You're going
to the police?

What is today, Alma?

Isn't it the day

when I tend
Mr. Vilette's garden?

But he's dead.

I always work

in Mr. Vilette's garden
on wednesdays.

Today is
Wednesday, Alma.

Bonjour.

Monsignori.

Good morning,
father Logan.

Good morning,
father.

Tell me, will it take you
and Keller much longer

to finish the painting
in this room?

I don't know.

I only ask
because the smell

makes one quite ill,
really.

You know, I read
some advertisement

about paints.

Of course, one
should not judge

on so little evidence,

but...

After you, father.

One finds it
difficult to believe

that there are paints
with no smell.

Do you know
of any paints

that do not smell,
father Michael?

Do I know--

oh, uh...

No, I don't.

Well, don't
think of it.

It doesn't matter.

How fortunate we are
to have Keller with US.

The man is clever
about everything.

Before he came,
six months ago,

don't you remember?

How all the drains
wouldn't work,

and the windows
would not open?

One can learn
a great deal from him.

Aha. Father benoit
and his bicycle

are in time
for breakfast.

Good morning,
father millais,

good morning,
father Michael.

Good morning.

Seriously, must you
keep your bicycle

in the hall,
father benoit?

Oh,

it doesn't
always fall,

and, uh, I don't seem
to know where else.

Lucky he doesn't
have a horse.

Father millais:
Father, would you

pass me the butter,
please?

Father benoit: Mrs. Keller,
will you ask your husband

to look at
my front tire?

It's flat.
Could you, please?

My husband?

But it is
Wednesday.

He's not here.

Thank you, no.

On wednesdays, he attends
to Mr. Vilette's garden.

Oh.

Uh, then, uh...

Will you tell him
when he comes back, please?

Yes, father,
I'll tell him...

When he comes back.

Father millais:
Now, now, father benoit,

you should learn
how to patch a tire.

One should be able

to take care
of one's possessions.

One has a face,
one would shave it.

One has a--

excuse me, please.

Good morning,
father.

Monsieur vilette's
been murdered.

Good morning.

Excuse me.

Good morning,
father.

Good morning.

I had
an appointment here.

Appointment with vilette?
Why, he's dead.

Yes, I know.

Is there anything
I can do?

Well, perhaps Mr. Larrue
would like to see you.

Come in, father.

Mr. Larrue, sir.

The father here
says he had

an appointment
with vilette.

I'll be with you
in a moment.

Hello, father.

I believe i've
met you before,

haven't I?

Yes.
I'm from St. Marie's.

Ah, yes. And how is
father millais?

Father millais is fine.

Good. You had an appointment
with vilette?

Yes.

Anything special?

No. It was...

You've, of course,
heard what's happened.

Father, Keller works
at the rectory,

doesn't he?

Yes, he and his wife
work there.

The poor devil
is terrified

at the moment, father...

Forgive me, but I have
forgotten your name.

Logan.

Ah, yes. Father Logan.

You don't mind if we
call on you later today,

maybe tomorrow?

Perhaps we'd
like to know

what your appointment
with vilette

was all about, eh?
Au revoir.

Au revoir.

Murphy, get Keller.

He's the man
who found the body.

Mr. Larrue.

Yeah?

No fingerprints.

All right.

This was
on his desk.

The keys were
in his pocket.

$500.

It does not
look like robbery, sir.

They usually
take the lot.

You work at the rectory
at St. Marie's, huh?

Yes.

Good. Now, how did you
find the body?

Wednesdays, I work

in Mr. Vilette's
garden.

This morning, I arrived
as usual at 8:30.

I came inside--

you have a key?

No. The door
was open.

That frightened me.

An open door? Why should
that frighten you?

The door was
always locked.

I went in,

and there he was.

I could see
that he was dead.

I wanted to run.

Run?

There I was,

a man without
a country, alone,

discovering
a murder.

I thought
of the police.

I'm always afraid
of the police.

That's a German fear,
this fear.

There's nothing
to be afraid of.

Step outside
for a moment.

Yes. Thank you, sir.

Vilette's
been murdered.

He's dead?
I can't believe it.

We're free.

Bonjour, madam.

Bonjour.

Good morning,
sergeant.

Is my husband
in the chamber?

Yes, madame.

Mr. Grandfort
is speaking now.

A very
stormy debate.

That, I believe,

is the understatement
of the year!

The honorable member

has used
every known cliche,

except perhaps,
"curb your dog--

keep your city clean."

Equal salary
for female schoolteachers

would bring disaster
to our whole economy!

Except to the economy
of female schoolteachers.

Mr. Speaker!

At this point
of the discussion, gentlemen,

I adjourn the house
until this afternoon at 3:00.

Ruth, my dear.

What a charming
surprise.

Pierre,
take me to lunch.

Of course.

You are feeling
better, then?

This morning, you
seemed rather depressed.

Was I?

Yes, and not only
this morning.

I don't seem
depressed now, do I?

No.

The tire wasn't
flat after all.

Father millais: Of course,
you and Keller

know what you are doing.

Personally,
I would have preferred

an old-fashioned white.

Father Logan:
That's what it is, father.

Is it?

At least
it's supposed to be.

Oh, Mr. Keller,
good morning

good morning,
father.

You're back early
aren't you?

Is Mr. Vilette's
garden flourishing?

Mr. Vilette
is dead, father.

Dead?

He was murdered,
father.

Did you hear that,
father Logan?

How dreadful!

I discovered the body.

I called the police...

Then they came
and asked me

a lot of questions.

Crowds of people
were outside the house,

then the inspector
told me

I could leave.

What a terrible
thing!

A very
terrible thing!

Father,

why did you come
to vilette's house this morning?

Father, I must
speak to you.

I know what you
must think of me,

but I can't
give myself up.

I can't.

They would
hang me!

Hasn't god forgiven me,
thanks to you?

But the police
never would.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

But it was I
who confessed to you.

It was my confession.

I want you
to speak to me about it.

You must tell me
what to do.

I can't
give myself up.

You must tell me
some other way.

There is nothing
I can add

to what
I've already said.

Aren't you human?

Haven't you
ever been afraid?

You are so good.

It's easy for you
to be good.

Have you no pity
for me?

Otto.

Oh, Alma.

Otto,

father benoit
asked earlier

would you please
mend the tire

on his bicycle?

But the tire wasn't flat
after all, Alma.

I don't see why you're
so darn solemn

about this case, larrue.

Anyway, why do you come

and worry me
after lunch?

I've always had
the greatest admiration

for you, inspector.

You have in the past
been faced

with tremendously
difficult cases,

all of which
you have solved

with remarkable skill.

And now, here
you have a case

in which
there are no clues,

no fingerprints,
no motives, no suspects.

Ought to be
very simple for you.

Shall I bring
the girls in, sir?

Girls?
Yes.

Just a possibility.
Maybe something to go on.

Oh.

Sit down.

Sorry I had to drag
you away from school.

We love to be
dragged away from school!

Thank you!

Are you a detective,
monsieur?

Yes.

And monsieur, here, is
the crown prosecutor.

Hello.

Would you
like a biscuit?

Please.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

Now, my little ones,
tell me everything.

Your mother called
to say that you had

passed the vilette
house last night.

That's right.

And what was
the time?

11:00.

No, it was
after 11:00.

Well, now, which one
of you is right?

Well, we had been
baby-sitting,

but we didn't go
straight home.

That's why.

Well,
shall we say then

between 11:00
and 11:30?

Yes.
Yes.

So. And what
did you see?

We saw someone leaving
the vilette house.

A man or woman?

Man.

What
was he like?

He was a priest.

What?

A priest.

Now, this is
very important.

Are you sure?

Quite sure.

Tell US exactly.

Well, on our way home
by the rue Valentine,

we passed
monsieur vilette's house.

We know it well.

It was very dark,
and she was frightened.

I was not!

Yes, you were,
and we began to hurry,

and then suddenly

there was this priest.

He was coming
out of the house

and walking away.

Did you
see his face?

No.

How tall was he?

Like him.

Was he fat
or thin?

Not fat.
Not thin.

Did you notice anything
special about him?

No.

Did he see you?

I don't think so.

But you are absolutely
sure he was a priest?

Yes.

Thank you.

You may go now.

Oh, my little ones,

I do not want you
to saying anything

to anyone
about this.

Promise.

Yes.

Thank you.

Murphy,

I want you to check
every rectory in town

and find
out which priests

were out
late last night.

Yes, sir.

Of course, it's absurd

that a priest
would be involved.

You don't really think
it could be a priest,
do you?

Yes, maybe.

Who?

I have to make sure.

I can't tell you until
I've checked further.

Well, don't be
so mysterious.

Most of his time

is given
to his parishioners.

Was he with one
Tuesday night?

I have no idea
where he was

or what he did,

but I'm perfectly sure
it's all right.

He will tell you so
himself.

Come in.

Good evening,
father Logan.

Good evening.

I believe
this room has given

this gentleman
from the police department

the idea that we hide
grime with paint,

but it is not so,
Mr. Murphy.

We have made certain
that the walls underneath

are spotless.

I don't
question that, father.

Sorry
to bother you, father.

It's no bother.
What can I do for you?

Father millais: It seems
that inspector larrue

wishes to speak to you.

Would it be
convenient for you

to come down to the office
with me now?

Certainly.
Certainly.

It's all right,
father.

I told Mr. Larrue
I'd be available.

Good night.

What is it,
father?

Who was that man?

The police
want to ask

father Logan
some questions.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Now you're bringing

your bicycle
into the study.

How much further
into the rectory

are you going
to push it?

Alma, have you washed
the cassock?

Not yet.

Where is it?

It's in our room.

Don't wash it.

I don't want it washed.

But, why?

Listen to me.

Very sorry to have
kept you waiting, father.

I was occupied
on the telephone.

It's all right, Murphy.
I'll call you later.

Unpleasant bit
of business,

isn't it, father?

It is, yes.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Well, just
a few questions,

and we'll get it over
as soon as possible.

You've been at St. Marie's
for how long?

Nearly
two years now.

I have known
father millais

for a long while.

As a matter of fact,
I was a choirboy

when he was over
at the basilica.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

I've heard that you saw
military service

during the last war.

Yes.

I believe you were awarded
the military cross.

Yes.

You seem to have done
a number of brave things.

Well, I survived.

Are you given to
understatement, father?

That depends.

This case,
this vilette murder,

is all understatement,

so far.

You knew vilette,
didn't you, father?

Slightly, yes.

Then perhaps you can
give me some help.

What was he like?

Unfortunately, I didn't
know him well.

Did you
know him socially

or in a business
sort of way?

Neither way,
actually.

I'd met him once
many years ago.

Cigarette?

Thank you, no.

No one seems to have
known this vilette,

and yet he was a lawyer.
He had clients.

Not one of his clients
have any information

to give about the man.

Not that you, father,
were a client of his.

As you say,
you hardly knew him,

but may I ask what you were
going to see him about

yesterday morning?

That--that was
a personal matter.

You were acting
for someone?

One of your
parishioners perhaps?

I can just say that
my visit didn't have

anything to do
with vilette's death.

Of course
it didn't, father.

But you do understand,
don't you,

that I must consider
every scrap of information.

When a murder
has been committed,

each scrap of information
is important to the police.

Of course.

I know sometimes
it seems like prying.

It can be
very embarrassing.

I'm not embarrassed,
inspector.

Good. Very good.

I've been wondering
about the lady

you met outside
vilette's house.

Quite by chance,

I happened to see you
from inside the house.

Inspector,
the appointment

that I had with vilette

couldn't be of any
importance to you.

Oh, but we aren't
discussing that

at the moment, father.

You see,
with a murder,

one has to jump
from one detail to another.

Forgive me. Perhaps I jumped
too suddenly for you.

Well, it seems
maybe I don't follow

as fast as you jump.

I have
a methodical mind.

I do have to take things
one by one.

So do I.

So do I.

The difficulty,
perhaps, is

that we aren't thinking
from the same point of view.

Could it be that,
father?

That could be.

I don't really know what
your point of view is.

Oh?

Then I've put it badly.

Very badly.

Let me try again.

Now, this lady that you met
outside vilette's house--

I wish I could discuss
it, but I can't.

But who is she?

She isn't involved.

That is for me
to decide, father.

I know, I know,

but you'll have to take
my word for it.

She's not involved.

I respect your word,
but I need your help.

I'm not able to help.

I see.

I see, of course.

I, uh, just don't want
all this mystification

to make things
too awkward for you.

Awkward for me?

A priest was seen
leaving vilette's house

at the time of the murder.

I saw a priest
outside vilette's house

the next morning.

Well, father?

Well?

Too much mystification
might lead one to believe

that both priests were one
and the same, mightn't it?

What have you to say?

What would you
want me to say?

That is
up to you, father.

Well, then I would say

that a man
of intelligence

would not be led
to believe anything

on so little evidence.

You're perfectly right.

We have checked
on every priest in Quebec.

Each could account
for his movements

at the time of the murder.

That is each,
except one.

Where were you
at 11:00, father?

I was walking.

Alone?

No.

Good.

Now, if you will
just give me

the name and the address
of the person.

I can't.

Father...

Don't you want
to help me?

I've done my best.

But you refuse
to answer my questions.

I'm sorry.
I know I...

It isn't possible
for me to answer them.

Then it's a pity,

a great pity.

Good night, father.

I'm deeply sorry.

Good night,
inspector.

Get me Mr. Robertson.

Yes, the crown prosecutor.

What?

I don't care where he is.
Find him.

I said find him,
wherever he is.

Take it slow.
Come on.

Come on.

Lower, lower.

You have to get
much lower.

Excusez moi,
madame grandfort.

On veut
monsieur robertson

au telephone.

Willy, you're wanted
on the telephone.

Ha ha ha!

That's no fair.
Leave me alone.

I'm not kidding.
You really are.

See what they want,
Ruth.

All right, Ruth.
Where are you?

I'll take it.

You idiot.

Thank you.

Hello. Hello. Yes,
this is robertson.

Oh, it's you, larrue.

Fix me a drink,
will you?

Scotch and soda?

Just scotch, no water.
Yes, hello.

You ought to be
in bed with a thriller

instead of
worrying people.

Oh? Yes, yes.
I'm listening.

Drink, darling?

I'll get it.

What? Aren't you
jumping to conclusions?

Are you sure?

Yes, I see.

Yes. Yes, inspector.
Yes, I'll be right over.

Willy, don't look
so unhappy.

I can't help it.

Murder's not
particularly pleasant.

By now, you should be able
take that in your stride.

Not this one.

Is it about
the vilette murder?

Yes.

And the unpleasant
part of it is

a priest
is suspected.

What nonsense!

Fantastic,
isn't it?

But a priest
was actually seen

leaving vilette's house.

Which priest?

Well, larrue
thinks it's Logan

from St. Marie's
church.

You know him?

I've heard of him.

Well, I must be off.

Hate to.

Thanks
for a lovely party.

Good night, Willy.

Good night,
Willy.

Good night,
Ruth.

You'll find
your way out, won't you?

Oh, yes.
All right.

Good night,
everybody.

Guests: Good night.

Ruth...

We have guests,
Pierre.

It was a good party,
wasn't it?

Ruth...

Yes?

Stop worrying.

About what?

Logan. The whole idea
is ridiculous.

Why on earth--

oh, shut up.
Please shut up.

Pierre, I'm sorry.

You're still
in love with him.

That should be
apparent.

You never spoke
about it.

I'm not going to
talk about it now.

Oh, yes, you are going
to speak about it.

I'm not going on
like this.

You don't have to.

What do you want me
to do?

Whatever you wish.

Very simple, isn't it?

What does one do

when one's wife is
in love with a priest?

You can leave me.

How easily
you can say that.

I'm not in love with you.

I've never been
in love with you.
You know that.

But I never wanted
to believe it.

That's not my fault.

I've never pretended
anything with you.

I hope
he's in trouble,

terrible trouble.

Michael...

I can't help it.

Hello?
I'd like to speak

to father Logan,
please.

Father Logan?

Oh,
but he's asleep.

I'm not asleep.

It's very late.

I'll take it.

Thank you.

Hello. This is
father Logan.

I've got to see you.

No, i've got
to see you.

I can't
tell you now.

Tomorrow?

Not at the
rectory, please.

Michael, listen,
I've got to meet you
somewhere.

Anywhere.

Are you listening?

I'm going to levis
tomorrow morning

on the 9:00 ferry.

All right.

Good night.

Good morning.

Good morning,
father Logan.

We shouldn't
be seen together,

for your sake.

I had to see you.

Ruth, the police have
been questioning me.

They saw the two
of US talking

outside of vilette's
house the other morning.

They're trying to
find out who you are.

I don't care.
I've got to tell you.

You are
being suspected.

I know that.

You shouldn't be
seen talking to me.

There are
probably police

all over the boat.

The only thing
is for me to tell them

you were with me
that night.

But you can't.
They'd want to know why.

Do you think I care?

I'll tell them
everything
if I have to.

Ruth, you've got
to think of yourself,

you've got to think
of your husband.

Think of Pierre?

Think of him
before I think of you?

I've never been able
to do that.

You must.

It's too late
to think of him.

We spoke of you
last night.

He's still
in love with me.

I'm not that good.

I love you,
Michael.

I've always been
in love with you.

I know...
I know it's wrong.

I can't help it.

Do you want me
to lie to you?

No, I don't want you
to lie to me,

but I don't want you
to lie to yourself.

But I haven't
changed, Michael.

I've been married 7 years,
and I haven't changed.

Are you afraid of me?

Why?

Why?

You're in love
with me.

You've always been
in love with me.

You haven't changed.

Ruth, I've changed.
You've changed, too.

You want me
to pretend that.

No, I don't want you
to pretend.

Ruth, do you
understand?

I chose to be
what I am.

I believe
in what I am.

Michael.

I want you to see
things as they are

and not go on
hurting yourself.

Don't pity me.

I--i shan't
bother you again.

And you followed her
from the ferry

to 22 grande allee?

Yes, sir.

This is absurd,
larrue.

That is all, sergeant.
Murphy, thank you.

This will be very
embarrassing for me.

Why should
it be, sir?

I shall have
to apologize

to madame grandfort

for this
ridiculous report

your men
have turned in.

I will apologize, sir,

if an apology
is necessary.

Very well.

I'll call madame
grandfort tomorrow.

Why not get it
over with, sir?

Then we can get on
with the apologies,

if necessary.

Hello, Pierre.

This is Willy.

Oh, no. No.

Is Ruth there?

Yes, please.

Hello, Ruth.

I see.

Yes,
I understand. Yes.

Of course.

That's very kind
of you.

Thank you.

What does
Willy want?

He wants me to come
to his office now.

May I ask you why?

I was seen on the ferry
this morning
with Michael Logan.

Apparently, I was
followed by a detective.

Could you have picked
a less public place

if you had to--

Pierre.

I'm sorry.

Would you like
to tell me

what you
are going to do?

I'm going to answer
whatever questions

the inspector
wishes to ask me.

I also going to explain

that Michael could not
have killed vilette.

Oh? Has father Logan
cleared himself

to your
satisfaction?

He didn't have to.

I was with him
at the time.

Would you like me
to go with you?

I'm in no position to ask
any favors of you, Pierre.

Monsieur,
madame grandfort.

Do come in.

I'm extremely
grateful

that you are both
so cooperative.

Ruth, Pierre,
I'm terribly sorry.

It's perfectly all right.

Mr. Larrue
has promised

to keep this
from the press.

I will do
my best.

Sit down,
please.

Father Logan's
outside.

Oh, bring him in.

Come in.

I've asked father Logan
to join US.

Father Logan,

madame and monsieur
grandfort,

Mr. Robertson.
Me you know.

Good evening,
father Logan.

Good evening.

Larrue: Sit down.

Thank you.

Ruth: May we begin,
please?

Larrue: Well,
madame grandfort--

what do you
wish to know?

You met and talked
with father Logan

on the 9:00 levis ferry
this morning.

Yes.

May I ask the reason
for this meeting?

I don't think the reason
could help you, inspector.

It was personal?

Yes.

Very well.

You also met and spoke
with father Logan

on the morning following
vilette's murder.

You met and spoke
to him on the pavement

immediately in front
of vilette's house.

Yes.

May I ask the reason
for that meeting?

I had had an appointment
with monsieur vilette.

He was your lawyer?

No.

Father Logan,
knowing of the murder,

stopped you from
entering the house.

Am I right?

Yes.

Of course,
he did not know

that you had
an appointment

with monsieur vilette.

He did.

The night before,

I'd had an appointment
with father Logan.

And I told him
that I was going
to meet monsieur vilette

at 9:30
the following morning.

You had an appointment
with father Logan

on the night monsieur
vilette was murdered?

Yes.

Where?

We took a ride
in my car.

What time?

Between 9:00 and 11:00.

Madame grandfort,

are you sure
of the time?

Oh, yes. I got home
just after 11:00.

My husband had come in
5 minutes before.

That's right,
inspector.

You told your husband,
of course,

that you had just seen
father Logan.

No, I did not tell
my husband.

Was there
any particular reason

why you shouldn't
have told him?

Yes.

Inspector, I beg you,

consider if
your line of questioning

has to be so personal.

That is for me
to decide, father.

Madame grandfort?

Yes?

You understand,
don't you,

that I must ask
these questions?

Yes. But I came here
to tell you

that father Logan could
not have been involved

in monsieur vilette's
death.

I was with him
at the time.

I have accepted
everything

that you
have said, madame,

but I must know,
if possible, the reason

for your appointment
with monsieur vilette.

Monsieur vilette
was blackmailing me.

I had met father Logan
to ask his advice.

You had not told
your husband about this?

It was--

it was what, madame?

It was nothing to do
with my husband.

I'm sure he would have
been concerned

had he known about it.

Yes, you see,
that was it.

I didn't want
to worry him.

So you turned
to father Logan.

Yes.

Is father Logan
your parish priest?

No.

No? Yet you turned
to him for advice

in a matter about which

you would not turn
to your husband.

Father Logan
is an old friend.

And he advised you,
of course, to tell
your husband.

How could he?
He couldn't do that.

Before your
first appointment

with father Logan,
he knew, of course,

that you
were being blackmailed?

How could he?
I hadn't seen him in years.

You hadn't
seen him in years,

and yet you say he was
an old friend of yours.

Mr. Larrue.

Robertson: Inspector.

Yes, sir?

My wife doesn't have to
answer those questions.

She's not under oath.

Your wife was seen
outside vilette's house

with father Logan.

She was seen
again this morning
with father Logan.

She told US
of an appointment
with father Logan,

an appointment
that took place

the night
monsieur vilette
was murdered.

Surely, monsieur grandfort,
you do not want your wife

to implicate
herself further.

It is you who are trying
to implicate her.

My wife came here
to answer questions

and to clear
as far as possible

father Logan
of any suspicions.

She has done both
of those things.

Madame grandfort,

why were you
being blackmailed?

You don't need
to answer that.

Why shouldn't
she, father?

What are you
afraid of?

It isn't necessary.
Don't answer.

Madame grandfort,

are you trying to
protect father Logan?

From what?
He hasn't done anything.

It would seem
as if he had.

Are you a human being,
inspector?

You think it's important
for me to tell you

why I was being
blackmailed.

You don't care
whom I hurt,

just so long as I answer
all your questions.

I only want
to clear a murder.

Yes, I know.
You only want
everything clear,

and I want to clear
father Logan.

Ruth.

Willy, may I have
a glass of water, please?

Ruth.

Pierre,
why must you hear

what i'm
going to say?

Thank you, Willy.

Inspector,

the blackmail was about
me and father Logan.

Father Logan and I
grew up together.

Have you ever
been young, inspector?

Of course you know

that the first thing
is to fall in love.

If we'd been engaged,
it wouldn't
have mattered,

because the war came.

He was one of the first
to volunteer.

I hated him for that.

I was selfish even then.

He took things
so seriously--

war and love.

Yes, even love.

Because when I said
we ought to get married,

he said there were enough
widows already.

He said he loved me
too much.

He didn't know
he could never
love me enough.

That night, we went dancing.

It was our last
evening together.

Singer: ¶ two can dance
the night away ¶

¶ lost ¶

¶ in one another's charms ¶

¶ locked in
one another's... ¶

Ruth:
It was all too short.

That was the night
Michael went away.

I thought the world
was coming to an end.

I suppose there were
millions of people

feeling the same way
that night.

You don't think of
millions of people.

You think of yourself...

And the one
you're in love with.

He asked me
not to wait for him.

A lot of other boys

must have said the same thing
to their girls.

I had to wait for him.

His letters were long at first--
always serious.

I didn't want serious letters,

but I would prefer those
to no letters at all.

Because after a while...

He stopped writing.

Soon afterward,
I started working
for my future husband.

Pierre was...

Pierre was...

Madame grandfort,

perhaps if you are
unable to continue--

I'm sorry.

Pierre was always so brilliant.

He was kind.

He realized I was unhappy,

and like very kind people,

he didn't ask me why.

He just tried to amuse me.

We got married.

I was happy.

I was through with--

I thought I was through with--
you know...

Well, oh, yes,
it was at my wedding

that I saw vilette
for the first time.

Then the war was over.

The men were coming home.

I knew the day
when he would come home.

On that day,
I went down to the port.

A boat had just come in.

Suddenly, I saw him.

He had changed, I suppose,

but I didn't notice.

We arranged to meet
the next day.

It was a lovely day--

the end of summer.

Michael talked and talked.

He told me all the thoughts
that had come to him

during the war.

I didn't want to hear
about the war.

But the war had changed him.

Then a storm came up--

so suddenly.

We saw a house across the field
and ran for shelter.

The house was closed.

I don't know what time it was.

But it was late.

We'd missed the last ferry
back from the island.

There was no way I could
get in touch with my husband.

It stopped raining
in the morning.

A man came walking
down through the garden.

He walked as though
he owned it.

As a matter of fact, he did.

I was still in the summerhouse,

and he didn't know
who I was,

but apparently,
he knew I was a woman

because he made some remark
to Michael.

Michael knocked him down.

I came out and stood
on the steps of the summerhouse,

looked down at him.

He looked up at me and said,

"good morning,
madame grandfort."

It was vilette.

What could I say to Michael?

I hadn't told him
I was married.

I didn't see him again
for 5 years,

nor did I see vilette again,

until the day
Michael was ordained.

Then I began running into
vilette all the time.

He appeared everywhere I went.

One day, in parliament,
I was listening to Pierre.

Vilette came up to me.

He said he was in trouble--

something to do with
a tax scandal.

Only my husband
could help him.

I told him
Pierre would never get involved

in anything shady.

Then he threatened
to tell about Michael and me.

What words could I say

that would tell him
he was wrong about US?

Pierre's career
would be finished.

Michael might be unfrocked.

I tried to ignore him,

but he kept after me,

kept calling up.

Then, one day,
I ran into him again...

And he gave me 24 hours--

or else.

Oh, I was
really desperate by then.

Then I thought
that maybe Michael might help,

and I rang him up.

We met that same night.

Oh, he was very angry.

He said not to worry
about vilette,

that he would deal with him,

and we arranged to meet
the next day

in front of vilette's house.

I went there at 9:30.

I wondered at the crowds.

Then Michael told me
vilette was dead.

I couldn't believe it.

I was free!

Well, inspector?

Can my wife
leave now?

Certainly.

Father Logan
has his alibi now,

doesn't he, Willy?

Of course.

Thank you.

Would you like
to go now, father?

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, father.

Well, it's over.

Is it, sir?

Yes.
Let's get out of here.

Look, sir.

What is that?

The autopsy report.

Vilette had dinner
in a restaurant at 9:00.

Examining his stomach,
the doctors found

that he couldn't have
died before 11:30.

Larrue...

Madame grandfort said
that she left

father Logan at 11:00.

You can do a lot
of things in 30 minutes.

Who is it?

Pierre.

Come in.

Sorry I woke you.

I was awake.

Willy robertson
just called.

He's coming over.

What an odd time
to pay US a visit.

Must be very early.

I'm afraid he's
coming here officially.

Officially?

The statement
you made last night...

It wasn't helpful,

at least not in the way
you hoped it to be.

But I told the truth!

No one doubts
what you said.

I don't see--

you said you left
father Logan at 11:00.

Now they have
established

that vilette
was murdered at 11:30.

There's a time lag
of half an hour.

Did they know
about this time lag--

did they know about it
before they questioned me?

Why did the inspector

allow me to say
all those things?

There was no need
for my statement.

Why is Willy coming here?

I asked him. I want him
to talk to you.

You may be called
as a witness.

A witness?

Are they going
to arrest Michael?

Yes.

But he hasn't
done anything.

He had no reason to.

Why should they think
he killed vilette?

Your statement
answered that.

My statement?

Willy says you have
given the motive

they've been
waiting for.

I...

I should have lied,
Pierre.

I lied before.

I should have lied
last night.

They'll twist
what I've said.

They'll turn it
and use it.

I've given them
what they wanted.

I was going
to help Michael.

I've destroyed him.

And you, Pierre...

What have I done
to you?

Willy
will soon be here.

You must have
your breakfast.

Would you like it here
in your room?

I will send it up.

You must do something.

They're going to
arrest you.

Michael,
what can we do?

I don't know.

You're not
going to let them

bring you to trial?

You understand
what that would mean.

You can't let
that happen.

Michael,
I've done this to you.

There must be
something I can do.

There's nothing
we can do.

Good-bye.

I'm so sorry.

It was my fault,
madame.

I've been waiting
to speak to you, father.

You have been talking
to the police, yes?

What did the police
ask you, eh, father?

They asked about me?

You told them about me.

I'm going to be
arrested, Keller.

You?

Why would they
arrest you, father?

You are trying to
frighten me perhaps.

You think
by telling me that

I will give myself up.

You think I am
easily frightened

after what I have done?

So what are you
going to do

when they arrest you?

Perhaps you will point
your finger at me?

Perhaps you will say,
"it's Keller."

That is what
you will do, is it?

You are a coward,
after all.

You are frightened.

Maybe they will hang you
instead of me,

and that frightens you.

Perhaps
you will tell them.

But you can't tell them

as long as you are
a priest, can you?

Was ist los, Otto?

The priest
is frightened, Alma.

You saw the look
on his face.

He thinks he can tell
the police. I am ready.

I'd like to speak
with father Logan, please.

Father Logan
is not here.

Good morning, monsieur.

Good morning, father.
I came to see father Logan,

but Keller says
he's not here.

Not here?

He didn't say
he was going out.

He didn't say
anything to me.

I saw him. I tried
to speak to him.

He seemed
frightened.

I asked him if I
could do anything.

He didn't
even hear me.

He went out
by that door

20 minutes ago,
maybe 30.

Thank you.
I'll be back, father.

All right, Murphy.
What is it?

What?

Stand by
outside the rectory.

Logan is gone.

Give me the radio room!

Will father Logan
be in for lunch?

I don't know.

Any news yet?

All right.

Hello, father.

Have you had
your lunch yet?

No.

Let me order
something for you.

Mr. Murphy,
would you tell US

where you found
find this cassock?

I found it in
a patent leather trunk, sir.

Would you be able to say
whether or not

the trunk belonged
to the accused?

I would say it did, sir.

His initials, m.W.L.,
were on the side of the trunk.

The trunk was in his room.

Would you say,
Mr. Murphy,

the cassock had been
hidden in the trunk?

Did it seem
as though placed

so as to escape
detection?

There were a lot of
other things covering it--

a raincoat, a pair of
galoshes, and several books.

Thank you. Your witness.

No questions.

That's all. Thank you.

Call Dr. Bonnard.

The evidence
you would give
to the court

shall be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing
but the truth,
so help you god.

I swear.

Your name?
George bonnard.

Your age, please?

42.

Your occupation?

Pathologist.

Dr. Bonnard,
you are a professor

at laval university?

I am.

You have examined the
stains on this cassock?

I have, sir.

Would you tell the
court what they are?

They're human blood.

Would you tell US
what blood type?

Type o, sir.

Is this the same
blood type

as that of
the murdered man?

It is, sir.

Thank you,
doctor.

On the night
of the murder,

you spoke
to the accused.

Yes, sir.

At what time did
your conversation

take place?

A little after
11:45, sir.

Would you tell the court
of the events

that led up to
this conversation?

Yes, sir.

My wife was asleep, sir,

and I was just about
to go to bed.

I happened to look
out of the window

and there I saw someone
enter the church.

I couldn't tell
who it was at that distance,

so I went downstairs
through the passageway

that connects the rectory
to the church.

The light was dim, sir,

but I could see someone

who was kneeling
against the altar rail.

As he lifted his head,

I recognized
father Logan, sir.

Was there anything
about his manner

that seemed
out of the ordinary?

He seemed...

Distressed, sir.

Did you speak
to him?

Yes, sir. I asked him
if he were ill.

He said no.

He said I should go back
and leave him alone.

But you didn't
leave him immediately?

No, sir.

Why was that?

Father Logan had
always been very kind

to my wife and to me,

so I wanted
to help him if I could.

He seemed
to need help?

He seemed very,
very distressed, sir.

And yet he wouldn't
let you help him?

No, sir.

He said to me again,
"go back, Keller.
Leave me alone, Keller,"

so I went back
to my room.

You spoke
to your wife

of this incident?

No, sir.

Why not?

She was asleep, sir,

and also I didn't
like to talk about it.

It didn't seem
right to me

to mention such distress
as father Logan's to anyone.

It seemed a very private
distress, sir.

I'm only trying to
clarify your testimony.

I've told you everything
you need to know.

That is hardly
for you to decide.

Will you please answer
my questions "yes" or "no"?

Some questions cannot
be answered that way.

Well, I'll try
to rephrase them.

I'll try to help you.

It is true, is it not,

that you had an association
with the accused

which you didn't wish
to become public knowledge?

You're twisting
my words.

You haven't listened
to what I've said.

The witness will
confine herself

to answer
as to the facts.

Let me repeat your answer
to my earlier question.

You said you were in love with
the accused before the war.

Am I right?

Yes.

Then were you
in love with him

at the time of your marriage
to monsieur grandfort?

I refuse to answer
such questions.

You have no right to
ask such questions.

We have your signed testimony
as to your relationship.

Do you wish that testimony
read to this court?

Then were you in love
with the accused

at the time of your marriage
to monsieur grandfort?

Yes.

And still in love with him
on the night of the murder?

Yes.

Then isn't it possible
that you met with him

between the night
at the summerhouse

and the night
vilette was killed?

I did not!

You can hardly expect
the jury to believe

that a woman in love

doesn't make some attempt
to meet her lover.

I object, my lord.

This line of questioning

doesn't seem
particularly relevant.

Oh, but it is, my lord.

I'm trying to establish
a motive for murder.

I'm trying to discover
whether vilette's blackmail

was based on his knowledge

not merely of one night
at his summer home

but also of a continuous,
uninterrupted illicit--

no, that's not true!
Not true!

Silence!

Silence!

Father Logan, will you
examine this garment?

Is this your cassock?

No, sir.

Then did you perhaps

borrow this cassock
from someone?

No.

It's not yours,
and you didn't borrow it.

And yet it was found
in your trunk.

Someone must have
put it there.

Yes.

Have you any idea
who might have put this
cassock in your trunk?

I can't say.

Father Logan, when did you
decide to become a priest?

After the war.

In becoming a priest,

were you perhaps trying
to hide from something?

I never thought of
the priesthood

as offering
a hiding place.

I understand you to mean

that priesthood involves
certain responsibilities,

certain moralities.
Yes.

Now, you were aware

of these responsibilities,
these moralities?

Yes.

Yet you saw
nothing wrong

in having a clandestine
meeting with a woman?

Are you trying to imply
I was a priest at that time?

I was not a priest.

Did you take
into consideration

that this woman
was married?

I wasn't aware
that she was.

And so you spent
the whole day with this woman?

Yes. We were good
friends.

I hadn't seen her
in over 2 years.

Such good friends that you
spent the night with her?

We were caught
in a storm.

Oh, the storm
was the villain.

Did you warn
madame grandfort

that perhaps her husband
might not agree?

As I said, I didn't
know she was married.

And on discovering
that she was,

did you attempt to explain
the situation

to monsieur grandfort?

No.

But surely there is
some contradiction

between this secretiveness
and your vocation.

I saw nothing wrong

being caught
in a storm.

If there was nothing wrong,
why did you have

such a violent argument
with vilette next morning?

Were you anxious to protect
madame grandfort's reputation?

Yes.

Oh, then her reputation
was in danger?

You realized suddenly
that there was something more

than merely being
caught in the storm?

Vilette made
an insinuation.

My argument with vilette
had nothing to do

with any sudden
realization on my part.

And you hit him.

Yes, I did.

In anger?
Yes.

You're capable
of hitting a man

when he merely
intrudes upon
a harmless situation?

Then surely
you are capable

of far more
violent action

when that
same man blackmails
your good friend--

madame grandfort.

I'm not capable
of murder.

You would allow
such a man

to destroy
madame grandfort's home
as well as your career?

No.

You would go
to such a man,

and, unable to control
your temper,

unable to face
a public scandal,

you would turn
to physical force!

No, I would not!

Silence!
Silence!

You say you
and madame grandfort

separated at 11:00
on the night
of the murder.

That's right. Yes.

Then it was possible

for you to go
to vilette's house.

It was possible for you
to arrive there
at 11:30--

the time
he was murdered.

Yes, it was possible.
But I didn't go there.

I went right home
to the rectory.

Ah! And what time
did you arrive
at the rectory?

About 11:15.

Did anybody witness
this arrival?

I don't believe so.

You say you arrived
at 11:15.

What did you do then?

I went up to my room.

You went to bed
immediately?

No.

What did you do?

I went
into the church.

Did you see
anybody there?

Otto Keller.

Otto Keller
has testified
to this court

that he followed you
into the church

and found you
kneeling before the altar
in great distress.

He has further testified
that the time

was then 11:45
or after.

It could have
been 11:45.

The rest isn't true.

Perhaps you are
prepared, at last,

to tell US the truth.

It might
have been 11:45.

The rest
is not true.

Perhaps you are prepared

to give US your version
of the truth?

Of course
you refuse to answer,

because I submit

you did not return
to the rectory at 11:15.

You did not return
until 11:45 or after,

and your distress,
when discovered
by Otto Keller,

was caused by the fact

that only shortly before
you had met with vilette

and been threatened
by him with exposure
of your affair,

and that you had taken
the first weapon
that came to hand

and struck vilette
and continued to strike

until you cracked
his skull wide open.

No!

I repeat--
it is your duty

to carefully examine

all the evidence
that has been given

and to determine
whether the charge

against the accused
has been proven.

Remember also that you are not
trying the accused

for whatever views
you may hold

as to his relationship
with madame grandfort,

except as it may affect
this charge of murder.

One final point--

the fact
that the accused is
a priest under holy orders

should not influence
your verdict

one way or the other.

You may now withdraw
to consider your verdict.

But I believe
what the prosecutor said.

Obviously.
They didn't spend just
that one night together.

There must have been
many more times.

Silence!

Gentlemen of the jury,
are you agreed on your verdict?

And who will speak
for you?

We are.

How say you?
Is Michael William Logan

guilty of murder
or not guilty?

While we attach

grave suspicion
to the accused,

we cannot find
sufficient evidence

to prove that he actually
wielded the weapon

that killed
monsieur vilette.

Therefore, our verdict
is not guilty.

Harken to your verdict
as the court recorded it.

You say
Michael William Logan

is not guilty,
so you say all.

Jurors: Yes.

Monsieur.

I told you that cassock
wasn't enough.

They've ruined him. Why
couldn't they have said

not guilty
and let it go at that?

Your lordship, I move
that the prisoner be released.

Michael Logan,

while I have no doubt
that the jury

must have reached
their conclusion

in utmost fairness

and solemn regard
for justice,

I cannot help expressing

my personal disagreement
with their verdict.

Michael William Logan,
you are hereby discharged.

Everybody stand up.

Michael.

Man: Take off
that collar!

Man: Preach US
a sermon, Logan!

Are you satisfied, Willy?

Are you satisfied
with all this?

Do you think
I've enjoyed it?

Alma. Alma!

Alma!

Alma, come here! Alma.

Alma?

Stop it!
He's innocent.

My husb--

Woman: There he goes!
He's up there!

All right. Quick,
get a doctor.

It hurts.

Could we move
her inside?

She shouldn't
be moved at all.
She shouted something.

What is it
you were shouting,
Mrs. Keller?

She said he was innocent.

Vilette.

Vilette? What
about vilette,
Mrs. Keller?

Forgive me.

Forgive.

What?

What is it?

What is she saying?

She says,
"forgive me."

Mr. Larrue, sir.

Have you got Keller?

He ran to chateau
frontenac, sir.

Get farouche and his squad.
Corrigan, too.

And Murphy--
I don't want him shot.

But, sir,
he's got a gun.

I know. I know.
I don't want him dead.
I want to talk to him.

She's gone.

Come along, father.

Now, what about
this Keller?

What do you mean,
inspector?

He just shot his wife.
What was she trying to do?

Was she trying to warn you
or to save you?

This Keller works
as vilette's gardener.

He also works
in the rectory.

What more can you
tell me about him?

Let me try
and talk to him.

Sure, go ahead.
But where is he?

Couldn't we have
one entrance open?

No. No.

Keep these people
right where they are

for their own
safety, please.

Start in the basement
and work your way up.

Remember, I said
no shooting. Go ahead.

Get an ambulance
at once.

He just shot a man--
a chef in the kitchen.

Now will you
tell me anything
about him, father?

Father, what are you
trying to do, protect
this Keller?

He's on the mezzanine
upstairs.

In the ballroom.

Tell larrue.

Keller!

Give yourself up!

Stay back.

Have them send over
some tear gas.

Keller!

Inspector, let me
try and talk to him.

No.

Keller!

What do you want,
inspector?

I want you
to give yourself up.

Why would I do that?

Haven't you done
enough harm?

I could do more,
inspector.

You've already
shot 2 people.

Isn't that enough?

And what about vilette?

Vilette?

Yes, what
about vilette?

So, the priest talked.

Hey, Logan!

Where are you,
father Logan?

Keller.

Ah, there you are.

My only friend,
father Logan.

Ha! How kindly
he hears my confession,

and then a little shame,
a little violence,

that's all it takes
to make him talk.

It was too much
for you, huh? Ha ha ha!

You are a coward,

like all the others,
aren't you?

A hypocrite,
like all the rest.

Pierre, take me home.

Frank, try to get him
in the shoulder,

make him drop that gun.

Be easier to get him
in the leg, sir.

His shoulder.
The right shoulder.

We're going to
shoot now, Keller.

Don't make them
do it, Keller!

Father, don't go--

coming to speak to me?

Put the gun away.

There's been enough
bloodshed already.

You must not come
closer, father.

I'll shoot you,
you know.

You won't
shoot me, Otto.

Why will I not
shoot you?

Because you
call me Otto

in such a friendly way,

like Alma used
to call me Otto?

Where is my Alma?

She's dead.

No.

You killed her.

It is your fault.

Oh, how I loved her.

It made me cry to see
her work so hard.

Those poor hands--

such beautiful hands.

She can't be dead.

She is.

Then I am as alone
as you are.

I'm not alone.

Oh, yes, you are.

To kill you now
would be a favor to you.

You have no friends.

What has happened
to your friends, father?

They mob you.
They call at you.

It would be better
if you were as guilty
as I am.

Then they would
shoot you quickly,

and you must suffer much.

Look--

oh, father.

Help me.

Quickly.

Get the ambulance.

Forgive me.