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THE MAURIZIUS AFFAIR

In Berne, in November,

Etzel Andergast, son of Chief Prosecutor Wolf Andergast,

first met the old man with the sailor's cap.

57, 58, 59...

Gentlemen, the minute is up.

No one is guilty?

So everyone is guilty.

I admire your solidarity in idiocy,

and since I can't punish you all,

one of you will pay for the rest.

Mr. Desartisse,

you will stay after school Tuesdays and Fridays until Easter

and you will copy out in German the Nietzsche book,

including drafts and notes.

You'll have time to meditate on the human condition.

But it wasn't me!

You can avoid this punishment

by pointing out the real culprit.

No?

Nothing to say?

Punishment confirmed.

He didn't do anything, sir!

This is an injustice.

Really, Mr. Andergast?

You know the author of this very dubious joke?

- It was me. - You're mad! It wasn't, sir!

- I should be punished. - No!

Mr. Andergast doesn't seem to be lying.

So it's you.

Since you demonstrated such bad taste and stupidity,

you will serve Mr. Desartisse's punishment.

Good clay, gentlemen!

- Nice going, now you're a martyr. - Andergast!

I don't quite understand. What's this about?

Mr. Taylor always has candy in his overcoat pocket.

Yesterday...

One of you mixed laxatives into his candy. Is that it?

Yes, sir.

The investigation was forced by blatant disrespect.

Mr. Taylor was within his rights.

Did you participate in this farce, Andergast?

Did you?

Mr. Taylor abuses his power. It was unfair to punish Desartisse.

Do you think a lie will make up for it?

To accept injustice without revolt makes one a coward.

Of course.

For such opinions have saints and heroes often spilled their blood.

Come now. Give my regards to your father.

Tell him how much I admired his remarks on the Hoffmann case.

Andergast!

Am I late?

Your coat is covered in mud!

- Is my father in? - What happened to you? Look!

I was nearly run over. Luckily Tilman was there...

I don't like that Tilman.

Try to choose your friends from less vulgar backgrounds.

Anything to say?

Serve the dinner.

I saw Mr. Rath.

Mr. Rath?

The headmaster.

Ah, yes. He's an idiot.

I like him.

He's a good man, who understands things.

What things?

Our ambitions, our problems.

He sent his regards.

Thank you.

He very much liked your remarks on...

I forget the name.

It doesn't matter.

What does that old guy want?

You look like the devil is after you!

Your grandmother phoned.

She expects you for tea tomorrow afternoon.

My name is Maurizius.

Goodnight, Papa.

Goodnight.

- Going to bed? - I have homework to do.

Who is this Maurizius?

Why do you ask?

No reason, I just met him, he seemed a funny old fellow.

Who is he?

This is not a subject for discussion.

- Ever hear of this man Maurizius? - What?

Do you know him?

Never mind.

Do your homework or tomorrow you'll be white as a sheet!

Grandma, have you ever heard of this man Maurizius?

Oh, don't talk about names!

My old Nanny was with me for 24 years.

Some clays I'd say "Elise! Don't you hear the bell?"

Even though her name was Maria.

- What was the name? - Maurizius.

Oh, yes.

Why do you ask?

I just wanted to know. Did anything happen?

Oh, it happened an age ago.

That long ago?

Let me think...

It was 18 years ago. Two years before you were born.

And Father was involved with this Maurizius?

Yes, indeed.

He was just a nobody back then.

A deputy prosecutor.

But this case put him in the spotlight.

Tell me more!

The Maurizius Affair.

It was a diabolical case.

You think that we live in a peaceful, quiet world.

If you'd seen it back then.

You couldn't avoid the barricades.

Maurizius divided people.

They argued it out in cafes and clubs.

Was it so serious?

That Maurizius!

What was his first name?

Anyway he was accused of killing his wife.

There was a sensational trial.

I don't think I missed a single hearing.

So long ago!

I can see it all, as if it were happening right now.

Clear as clay.

The verdict was like a revolution.

When the public entered the courtroom,

the atmosphere was electric.

The majority sympathized with the defendant...

The defendant will rise.

The Court of Assizes of the 2nd district of Berne,

in accordance with articles 18 and 123 of the Berne penal code,

finds the defendant, Otto Leonard Maurizius,

guilty of the murder committed the night of 22 October 1935,

having with intent and premeditation

killed his wife, Elisabeth Maurizius, formerly Hensolt, née Jahn,

and is thus sentenced to life imprisonment

and 10 years of civil deprivation.

It's an outrage!

Are you proud of yourself? It's an outrage!

Scandalous! He got life imprisonment!

There had never been such riots in a courtroom.

I was covered with mud

and my blouse was ripped!

A beautiful one with lace I brought back from...

But why the riots?

Because Maurizius - Leonard - didn't look the part.

He wasn't the kind to commit murder.

He was an intellectual,

well respected in his field.

Writing, I think.

No, Professor of Art History.

He killed his wife?

That's just it. There was no proof.

It was all presumption.

They convicted a man purely on presumption?

It was a sad story.

I forget the details.

Everything was against him:

Men, things, space and time.

It all added up to an avalanche of presumption.

Your father linked everything to bring it to a certain conclusion.

One that didn't exist...

I never believed that such a refined man

could lie and say he was innocent.

Or that he could just shoot his wife.

But if there was doubt,

then the judge was a traitor!

Yes.

I looked at your father that clay.

To me, he was still little Wolf, feisty and domineering.

Suddenly he seemed like a stranger.

Since then he scares me.

So this possibly innocent man

was buried alive.

And we are responsible for this crime!

Is he still alive?

You'll see plenty more!

Was Maurizius a young man?

25 or 26.

25 plus 18...

That makes him 43 now.

- So this old man... - What old man?

Nothing.

What's wrong with you today? Have some cake!

Appeal of trial, presented by Pierre-Paul Maurizius

on behalf of his son Leonard Maurizius,

sentenced 14 Dec 1935.

Rejected.

It's not a mistake, Mr. Andergast. I knew you'd come.

The request you made to my father came into my hands.

The gods brought you to me!

Here.

The other day, when I heard your name, a voice said to me:

Pierre-Paul Maurizius,

the time has come to write your 7th appeal.

Send it to the Supreme Court, which tends to be unconcerned.

Give the copy to that young man.

The story will interest him.

But the young man wouldn't listen,

so I gave it to the Prosecutor.

I'd like to speak to you about this subject.

I'd like some information about your son.

I know... I know. Come!

Come. I have everything ready.

You're still too young to know how a scoundrel is made.

Well, you have one before you.

Yes, sir, I am a scoundrel!

Without me, nothing would have happened:

No crime, no trial, no verdict.

The person responsible is me.

But I have been punished. For 18 years.

Reduced to poverty, I've sold everything.

I scrimp and save money.

I've got 70,000 francs saved for when he gets out of prison.

You live alone?

I had a wife, a daughter, 3 sons.

In 1929 a typhus epidemic killed 4 of them.

I was left alone with Leonard.

That sounds awful.

I took up the challenge: Pierre-Paul Maurizius versus Fate.

I still had Leonard. His triumph would pay for everything.

He was always my favorite.

Intelligent.

To think at 23 he was teaching at the university.

23!

He could have gone far. How old are you, young man?

16.

Does your father give you money?

Not much.

Leonard had whatever he wanted.

It was my joy to pay for him.

He had friends and connections even in the most exclusive salons.

Women loved him, listened to him, adored him.

He was the son of Pierre-Paul Maurizius,

the cream of Swiss society.

Then“.

One day...

What happened?

I wanted to strike it rich.

A voice said: "Watch out.

"The stars are unfavorable!"

I wouldn't listen, I speculated and lost everything.

I told Leonard he had to cut back his lifestyle.

I refused to pay his heavy debts.

He was shaken and upset.

He went missing for 2 months.

Then suddenly... this.

- This. - A letter?

From him.

Read it.

"Yesterday I married Elisabeth Hensolt."

That's how he told you?

Elisabeth Hensolt, widow of Hensolt.

A small paper manufacturer, nobody.

A woman 15 years his senior who sold herself for 80,000 francs.

A scandalous, dirty business.

I answered my son categorically:

"I refuse to see that slut."

It was her or me: "You choose!"

It was her.

One clay my grief was too much. I needed a break.

I took the funicular to Gurten Kulm.

Destiny led me there.

I thought Leonard and that slut

were on their honeymoon on the Riviera.

But our paths were destined to cross.

Up to 500 francs a month. Too much?

400? 350?

If you have a thoroughbred, you need to buy oats!

I don't mind a gallop

but you need to hold the reins!

My father.

I fear you've heard bad things about me, Mr. Maurizius.

But I trust your sense of justice.

I love Leonard. Every bit as much as you can.

- I love him like... - A mother.

Our age difference that you seem to hold against me

permits me to give him the calm, security

and tenderness he needs.

Mostly he needs money.

Father!

I didn't see him again for a year.

One evening, I was playing billiards as usual...

Pierre-Paul Maurizius, financier?

Who are you?

A friend who wishes to help.

May I?

Last Wednesday at 4pm.

Anna Jahn waited for Leonard

- your son - at the university exit.

He went to her.

They strolled in the Tiergarten from 4.20 to 4.45.

Friday, Leonard and Anna visited the museum.

Saturday...

Why would any of this interest me?

Just a hunch, sir. It gets better...

Who is this Anna Jahn?

Madame Leonard Maurizius's maiden name was Jahn.

Anna Jahn is her younger sister. Youngest even.

What does this young lady have to do with my son?

What indeed?

She came from France a few months ago.

A dazzling beauty, sir.

Anyone would fall for her.

Some mutual friends told me you'd be interested.

It's my job to be curious, so...

Saturday morning at 9:50.

Shouting, sounds of a violent argument

between Elisabeth and her husband at 43 Aarbergstrasse.

Doors slammed.

At 10.05 Leonard rapidly left the house.

He seemed beside himself and kicked the gate...

How much?

Yes, sir, I did it.

I hired this blackmailer.

Every morning brought a new report.

A marriage spelled out like neighborly gossip,

snooped upon.

I swore I'd had enough of this affair. I couldn't see it.

All I saw was appearances.

I saw only appearances and I rejoiced.

Events quickly unfolded. Things were going awry.

I carefully filed the notes.

The night of the crime I fell asleep.

It was windy, the fire wasn't drawing well

so I left the door open.

In came Leonard, who hadn't darkened my doorstep for 2 years.

I need 3,000 francs.

Ask your wife.

Impossible. I've left her.

You're leaving with your mistress, Anna?

Anna's not my mistress!

Get a divorce, marry her.

She doesn't love me. My life is intolerable.

Change it. Get a divorce.

Elisabeth won't consider it. She's sick.

I want to get away and I need 3,000 francs!

- I'm not your banker. - You're my father!

That woman tore you from my memory.

But it's not possible! This is the only solution.

I need 3,000 francs to save me from disaster.

At my age that doesn't work anymore.

Yes, I acted like a scoundrel. I threw him out without a penny.

Thus triggering the tragedy.

Here's how the papers described it during the trial.

I'll read it to you.

Leonard Maurizius, at the end of his tether,

infuriated by a wife who refused to divorce him,

infatuated with his sister-in-law,

decided to put an end to it all.

In the hotel room where he'd taken refuge,

he changed his appearance and went home.

To do what?

Would he wipe out in one act his brilliant past?

On hearing her husband's arrival, Elisabeth went outside.

What motive drove her to meet him, no one will ever know.

Suddenly Leonard Maurizius drew a gun

and shot his wife dead.

Just then,

Gregoire Waremme, who witnessed the crime...

There! That's what they wrote.

Elisabeth went to meet her husband,

who drew a gun and she was shot in the back.

You hear? In the back!

Preposterous!

Well, that was that, Gregoire Waremme swore to it.

He who had witnessed the crime.

Who would doubt the word of Gregoire Waremme?

Who's Waremme?

Who is he? Oh, at that time, the brilliant Waremme...

Star of salons, the literary lion, the uncontested arbiter of Art.

I can see him now, entering the courtroom.

His authority, his dignity...

The court was impressed by the impassive face,

the steely eyes, the warm, persuasive voice...

Gregoire Antoine Waremme,

born at Vitebsk, 8 October 1900.

I am an art critic for a Berne journal.

You must tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

False testimony is punishable by imprisonment.

You may not refuse to testify

unless your testimony undermines your honor or incriminates you.

You were a close friend of the defendant?

I met Leonard Maurizius in 1934.

He had just published a remarkable book on religious sentiment in art.

I wrote a reasoned and sincere review.

He wrote to me and we met.

In the wake of recent events,

we have not met up.

What are your feelings towards the defendant?

I beg the court to excuse my emotion.

I consider him to be one of the clearest thinkers of our time

and the most loyal of men.

Describe what happened the night of the crime.

On 22 October,

I was at my club when I received a phone call from Anna Jahn.

What time was that?

Around 7pm.

Miss Jahn was with her sister, who was ill in bed.

She was afraid. She'd heard footsteps in the garden.

I responded and arrived a few minutes later.

On opening the gate,

I saw an unfamiliar figure heading toward the house.

Just as I was about to intervene,

the front lights came on.

Elisabeth Maurizius emerged from the house.

She saw the man

and moved toward him.

Suddenly he pulled a gun from his pocket...

and fired at his wife.

And this man was Leonard Maurizius?

Yes, your Honor.

Thank you, sir.

Any questions

for the witness?

The witness states that the defendant is the most loyal of men.

Would he say that the defendant absolutely respected

his marriage contract with Elisabeth Hensolt?

In intimate human relations,

the person we know best can remain an enigma to us.

But the witness was aware of the discord between the couple?

Leonard revealed it to me.

I intervened many times to try to sort things out.

Didn't this friction arise from his feelings for his wife's sister?

Leonard developed an unfortunate passion for his sister-in-law.

Unfortunate? How so?

Meaning it was hopeless.

Miss Jahn told him her loyalty and honor

barred any act that could harm her sister.

Elisabeth Maurizius obviously resented

the relationship between her husband and sister.

Elisabeth was the victim of an abominable campaign of lies!

Harassed by insinuation,

she tortured herself until she fell ill.

Fortunately, her devoted sister cared for her.

Thank you.

Maitre Volant?

The witness states

that Elisabeth left the house to meet her husband.

So how is it that she was shot in the back?

As she approached,

she saw the gun.

Her terror caused her to turn to run back to the house.

Then Leonard fired.

And Elisabeth was shot in the back.

His testimony was perjury!

Gregoire Waremme lied.

He was your son's friend.

He betrayed his friendship.

But Why?

- To shield someone. - Who?

That was for the court to find out!

Waremme swore he saw him kill his wife and your son said nothing?

He said: "I'm innocent! I'm innocent!"

I'd like to study this document. May I take it?

Take it, take it!

The stars are favorable.

Hello, Desemieres. How is your health?

Not so great.

And business?

Just like my health.

I was passing by and...

That's very good of you.

Unfortunately I'm not eating here today.

I've been invited to join the Chief Justice.

It's the Chief Justice's honor, Prosecutor.

May I drop you at home?

No... Would you mind if I stayed to visit with my friend Etzel?

You'll find him in the kitchen, the only one having lunch.

Goodbye!

Please, Councilor, have a little something!

No, I've already eaten.

Try it, Councilor, the stew is wonderful!

You mustn't go hungry.

- Smells good! - Give it a try.

Maybe you can help me, Mr. Desemieres.

Anything for a friend.

Someone told me about a case...

It's ancient history.

About a man named Maurizius. Do you recall it?

Perfectly! It's not so long ago.

The salt, please.

I was fascinated by that case back in the clay.

Did you know the girl... Lian... Anna... something?

You mean Anna Jahn, Maurizius's sister-in-law?

Yes, I hear she was quite amazing and captivated the whole country.

Oh yes, she was... she had a...

She was...

Well, you know what I mean.

What became of her?

I believe she married an industrialist.

The Maurizius Affair.

You should have heard your father's closing argument.

And the trial!

On one side, the defendant.

Less criminal than weak, spineless, pushed to his limits

but supported by a blind jury and an irresponsible, frivolous public.

On the other, Wolf Andergast, alone.

Conscience, discipline, glory.

He didn't even look at him.

Nothing existed for him but the act.

An hour before the verdict, the defendant was feeling confident.

Then Wolf Andergast took the floor.

"'Andergast the Bloodthirsty".

Such force! Such eloquence!

Such a flawless argument!

In an hour the defendant's fate was sealed.

And for 18 years he's been locked away, behind bars.

Since two years before I was born. 18 years.

Do you know how much that is?

6,555 clays and 6,555 nights.

I counted.

Imagine a staircase with 6,555 steps.

No, you can't imagine it.

Meanwhile, for me there is the sun, wind, rain,

summers and winters, work to do, people who pass,

visits to pay, conversations with friends,

games, trips, laughter...

And for him, nothing. Four walls.

But society must defend itself.

Society?

The stew is excellent.

- So you read it? - All of it!

All! Such perspicacity! A masterpiece of diligence.

What became of Waremme?

It's not clear. Where did he come from?

And what role did he Waremme play?

What did he do after the trial?

He left the country. It was too hot for him, best friend of a murderer.

The year after the sentence

they were seen together at Deauville.

Together?

Anna and Waremme.

How so? Who saw them?

Just someone.

Where is he now.

That's my secret.

You know?

One evening last year, I was lighting my pipe.

A voice said: Pierre-Paul Maurizius, go to Lucerne!

Just like that.

The next day,

I headed for Lucerne.

I hung about for 3 days,

until on the morning of the 4th...

I was intrigued by a little girl

walking in front of me...

A voice said, "There's your man!"

But I couldn't believe it.

I stood there and I thought:

It's him!

Lord Jesus!

He looked at me and I thought:

"I must be mistaken."

I wanted to speak to him, something stopped me.

How could I start a conversation?

What if I let something slip?

ROOMS TO LET

I decided to reflect and return the following day.

What was the name? Marenne?

Waremme. Gregoire Waremme.

Suchet, Bonnevot...

Tall, dark, slim, with beautiful eyes?

He wears dark glasses.

And a beard?

Mr. Warshauer.

Professor Warshauer.

A professor?

Of languages. A very distinguished man.

Yes, the way he looks at you. And his hands!

May I see him?

He left earlier.

For long?

He said, "Goodbye, beguiling Melita. See you in 2 or 3 weeks."

Are you clone?

I didn't go back

but Waremme is Warshauer.

As sure as eggs is eggs.

Warshauer, Pension Bobike... What's the address?

14 Augustinerstrasse.

I have to see him.

Yes... Go, young man!

And good luck!

What was that? 500 francs?

Where am I to find 500 francs?

And what for?

I can't say. Anyway you wouldn't understand.

And I'm an idiot, to boot!

No, but you might try to prevent me.

Even better! Now it sounds like I'm part of some plot!

Look, I'm not being foolish, I swear.

I won't buy anything or do anything bad.

500 francs... that's all I have for this month.

I'll repay it when I return and you'll be proud of me.

I came to you because I have no one else.

You were always like this, even as a child.

You wanted to gather sunbeams.

With a soup spoon, remember?

Mr. Etzel has vanished!

He must have left last night with his bag and his clothes.

How awful!

No need to scream.

Oh, my goodness!

If he isn't back by tonight, we'll call the police.

Dear Father, I've left your house after a crisis of conscience.

Everything divides us.

Since learning of the fate of Maurizius

and your role in his conviction, I've had no rest.

I want to discover the truth.

I ask you not to look for me.

I'll return when I have made amends.

That's children for you.

They spit in your face!

God knows what idiocy that fool has gotten into.

Naturally, you're involved!

Where else could he find money for his flight?

Your weakness, your thoughtlessness...

I often wonder whether you're actually alive,

with a heart, like everyone else.

I didn't come here to...

Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror?

What is it you see?

Don't you ever wonder what effect you have on your son?

Have you the least idea of what's in that boy's heart?

Oh, no, nothing. Nothing!

Nothing of him, of anyone.

And your wife, before you drove her out.

Did you ever try to know who she was?

You managed to stifle everyone around you,

crushing the life out of everything.

Since his birth you've robbed him of tenderness,

using the excuse that Marianne had a lover.

If I'd been your wife instead of your mother,

you'd have been cuckolded on your wedding night.

I'm just a crazy old woman.

- That's my opinion. - Which no one asked for!

Now your son is on the trail of the Maurizius Affair.

Perhaps justice is imminent.

True justice, not yours.

I always believed that Maurizius was innocent.

But you were determined to win the contest

and bask in the glory!

I've always performed my duties conscientiously.

Yes... and that's what makes you terrifying.

Justice is fallible

but in this case I'm sure I was not mistaken.

Sure?

I had full knowledge of the facts. I couldn't have been wrong.

How bored you must be, all alone with yourself.

So, you're going to set your pack on poor Etzel.

Winning his affection would change you.

But I have no time.

I've often wanted to talk with him

but there are so many demands, life goes by.

I just didn't have time.

Didn't have time.

Time for a nice cup of tea, after all I've told you.

It had to come out sooner or later.

Secretary of the Chancellery, please.

This is Wolf Andergast.

Would you get the files on the Maurizius Affair sent over to me?

Leonard Maurizius, remember?

1935, that's right. Thank you.

Interview with MAURIZIUS Otto Leonard.

So you began teaching at the university 2 years ago.

At age 23, it's remarkable.

- It's nothing. - You're too modest!

Professional successes aside,

may I ask if you've had success with women?

A few affairs, yes.

- With young women? - My age.

Then your marriage wasn't a desire to escape solitude.

Nor the manifestation of a taste

some men develop for older women.

I married Elisabeth Hensolt because I was captivated by her charm.

But you were aware of her age.

Superficial liaisons disappointed me.

I was looking for order, security and predictability.

Ever had money problems?

My father has always been generous.

But you had to "tighten your belt" as they say.

Yes, he had some reverses.

When was this?

Winter, 1932.

And 2 or 3 months later, in February 1933,

you married Elisabeth Hensolt.

How much did she inherit from her late husband?

200,000 francs, she told me.

- Was that right? - No, it was only 80,000.

When did you learn this?

Just before the ceremony.

You married her anyway?

I loved her!

Quite. And how did Mrs. Hensolt receive your offer of marriage?

She refused at first, concerned about my youth.

And her maturity.

A temporary scruple.

She made it a condition that our marriage would be completely open.

I was to have no secrets from her.

Your sister-in-law, Anna Jahn...

Did you know her before your marriage?

No, Elisabeth just mentioned that she was living in Paris.

When did you meet her?

One year after our marriage.

I was preparing for class when the bell rang.

Elisabeth had gone out with her maid.

You're Leonard?

I'm Anna.

What is it?

I expected an older girl wearing glasses.

Come in.

Come in.

Elisabeth won't be long.

- You're a university professor? - That's right.

- Am I disturbing you? - Not at all, sit down.

You're angry with me.

What for?

For not attending your wedding.

You were in Paris.

Yes, studying painting.

Elisabeth will be surprised to see you.

I was sick of Paris, so I jumped on the first train.

Fortunately, we have a lovely guest room.

Elisabeth decorated it. She has good taste.

- You're in love? - With the room?

No... Elisabeth.

What a question!

How old are you?

You're interested?

Yes... 18, 19?

My sister is 15 years older. You work it out.

Thank you for the guest room, but I hate to be a burden.

You have Mr. Hensolt's books.

Are you staying in Berne?

That depends.

At my lodgings are four men with mustaches.

Two have beards and think they're Don Juan.

Plus a couple of old women devoted to ballet

and five candidates for perpetual virginity.

- Will you continue your studies? - No.

I have to earn a living.

Maybe in commercial art.

Surely you'll get married.

I shall never marry.

Why, are men so awful?

Marrying usually means signing away your freedom.

Ties can bring happiness.

Yes... if the ties are made of gold, right?

Aren't you being silly?

I could see she didn't respect me.

She thought I'd married for money.

Yet she fascinated me. I wanted to win her friendship.

An opportunity arose.

I received bad news, and resolved to see her.

I decided to confide in her,

hoping that my token of confidence would draw her to me.

I wanted some advice.

Some support.

From me?

When I married Elisabeth I promised to have no secrets from her.

I told her my past.

The Memoirs of Don Juan?

One thing I didn't tell her, though:

My affair with a young dancer named Gertrude Kerner.

Why didn't you tell her?

Because the affair, 3 years ago, produced a child.

A Child?

With this young woman.

A daughter, named Hildegard.

I don't see how...

I've just heard that Gertrude has died.

The child is alone, I'm at a loss.

You're right to have kept quiet.

I thought such delicacy was beyond you.

How little you know me.

Elisabeth must never find out.

Where is the child?

In the hands of a lawyer for now.

An old friend of mine is a governess in London, currently unemployed.

Send her your daughter.

She'd be happy to raise her.

You think so?

I'll take her to London if you like.

No one will know.

I don't know what to say.

Elisabeth has been like a mother to me.

Now it's my turn to look after her.

You're wonderful.

It'll be our little secret.

This secret brought us so much closer unbeknownst to Elisabeth.

A short while later, I returned home in an upbeat mood.

A publisher had accepted my manuscript on religious art.

Elisabeth!

It's happened, it's happened!

What is it?

What?

An anonymous letter.

Why did you never tell me about this child?

I wanted to spare you any pointless worry.

What's her name?

The girl? Hildegard.

You still see her mother?

She died 3 weeks ago.

But what about Hildegard?

Anna has a governess friend in England, presently unemployed.

I'm going to send her there.

Why tell Anna about this?

I didn't know who to turn to so I asked her.

But why Anna? You dislike each other.

Because she loves you.

I wanted to avoid upsetting you.

But why Anna!

I realized that in trying to spare her, I'd hurt her deeply.

I was furious with myself

and at this disgusting letter.

Who do you think wrote the letter?

Who knows? People are so envious.

Maybe your sister-in-law?

Anna is a loyal person.

Had you fallen in love with her?

Didn't that great love you mentioned

come when you met her?

Did your sister-in-law encourage these feelings?

Anna is absolutely virtuous.

Did you often meet her?

She'd come to see Elisabeth, we'd discuss my daughter.

Didn't your wife notice your change in attitude towards her?

No...

Your began to argue more!

People talked. I couldn't help it.

You started going out alone,

and joined a gambling club.

I needed money.

The university rector summoned you.

You'd often been seen drunk by your students.

My wife kept berating me.

All I found at home was bitterness, complaints... Even threats.

In other words, your wife had become unbearable!

No, no!

Call the witness Anna Jahn.

Full name and address?

Anna Jahn.

Born in Zurich on 15 January 1917.

I live at 33 Marktgasse, Berne.

You must tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Under Article 141 of the Penal Code,

you may refuse to testify

as the defendant was the husband of your late sister.

I'm happy to cooperate, your Honor.

The Court sympathizes with your grief

and will endeavor to make your ordeal brief.

Thank you, your Honor.

You have confirmed the statement

you made at the time of the charge.

Yes, sir.

I would like to clarify one or two points.

You were at your sister's the night of the crime.

Were you visiting or did you live with her?

I'd been living with my sister for some time.

I'd moved there at the suggestion of Mr. Waremme

after a painful scene

that he had witnessed.

So you know Mr. Waremme?

I met him 3 years ago in Zurich

during a performance for charity.

He'd given me some advice on a role I was playing.

Then I found him in Berne.

You say Mr. Waremme had witnessed a scene?

Yes, between my sister and me.

One night, on returning to my lodgings.

Elisabeth was waiting for me.

I soon realized that her visit was not a friendly one...

What brings you here?

18 May, 7pm-

"Now I know I possess an immortal soul."

That remark doesn't mean what you think.

How long do you intend keeping up this charade?

One of us has to give him up.

As you please.

I won't let you have him. I hate you!

You're a thief!

Thief!

- What's wrong, Elisabeth? - What happened?

We came to collect Anna,

- to take her to a soiree... - Then take her!

You see, my dear Maurizius? You've let things go too far.

My dear...

my very clear Elisabeth.

I regard your friendship as a inestimable privilege.

Do not take it from me. Oh yes, I understand everything.

But it is in adversity that one's soul reveals itself.

Defy the spite, face down the scoundrels and imbeciles.

You're stronger than they are!

I propose a solution:

I'll take Leonard in until he's himself again.

Meanwhile, Anna...

Now, now...

Anna will stay with you.

I can't bear the sight of her!

Anna deserves your affection.

My word of honor, she has clone nothing shameful.

So at Mr. Waremme's suggestion,

you went to live with your sister.

What was your relationship like with her?

It hurt me to her torture herself with imaginary suspicions.

What were your exact feelings toward your brother-in-law?

I was touched by Leonard's love. I never doubted his sincerity.

But I took it as youthful infatuation and was sure it would pass.

Right before the crime was committed,

where were you?

Looking after Elisabeth in her room.

She was having heart spasms

and was very ill.

We have evidence that the witness called Mr. Waremme.

Yes.

Elisabeth had fallen asleep, and I'd gone downstairs.

I heard footsteps in the garden.

Through the window I thought I saw a shadow.

I was afraid... which is why I called Mr. Waremme.

Wasn't the maid, Frieda, there?

She had gone to fetch some medicine.

Did Mr. Waremme respond at once to your call?

I heard the gate and looked out of the window.

It was Leonard.

Just then I heard a foot step on the stair

and the front door opened.

There was a gunshot.

I ran outside...

and found Elisabeth dead a few feet from her husband.

So you did not witness the crime?

No... I was between the window and the front door.

How does the witness explain that, suffering from a heart spasm,

the victim was able to run to the defendant?

I object! The witness was not her sister's keeper.

She is not responsible for the actions of others.

At the request of the Prosecutor,

Gregoire Waremme is required to provide further evidence...

When you saw the defendant shoot his wife, where were you?

Beside the gate.

I had just entered the garden.

You rushed over to the defendant and disarmed him.

In case he turned the gun on himself.

What did you do with the gun?

I threw it far away.

The gun has never been found.

You say that you failed to recognize the defendant.

He had shaved his mustache and had on an unfamiliar coat.

That's correct.

What is your explanation for this transformation?

Did you not feel that the defendant was trying to hide his identity?

Forgive me, your Honor.

My role is not to give opinions but to report facts.

Please sign your testimony, Mr. Waremme.

Is any further proof of premeditation needed?

Once the crime was committed, the defendant fled.

He hid for several clays in a hotel room

where he was eventually arrested,

pale and trembling!

Everything points to his guilt!

His disguise, his flight, his whole conduct...

Can we doubt it?

Andergast, Leonard Maurizius never admitted his guilt.

Andergast, Anna did not see the crime.

There were shadows in the garden.

What became of the gun?

Andergast, who was Waremme?

Your closing argument led to Leonard's conviction.

What did you base it on?

Waremme's testimony.

Supposing Waremme lied...

Supposing he lied...

Edgar what?

Edgar Mohl.

M-O-H-L.

- Occupation? - I'm secretary to a writer.

I'm looking for an uncle, about an inheritance.

Breakfast at 7.30, lunch at 12.15, dinner at 7.00.

Melita! My daughter will show you to your room.

Room 7.

Hello, Professor!

The man with the dark glasses... Isn't it Mr. Muller?

No, that's Professor Warshauer.

A professor of languages.

Thank you, my clear Melisande.

Professor?

I'm soon to travel to America.

Could you give me some English lessons?

Five francs an hour.

Three times a week?

How about Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, from 4 to 5?

Fine.

What's your name?

Edgar Mohl.

Very well then, Mr. Mohl.

Chief Prosecutor Wolf Andergast.

I was a deputy back when...

I know.

This is not an official visit.

Recent events have led me to revisit your case.

For personal reasons, I may take certain measures.

- I always knew I'd be vindicated. - Out of the question.

The verdict stands.

Now then, one question dominates the others.

Let us for a moment assume your innocence.

If you didn't fire the gun, who did?

A judge must prove my guilt.

For me to prove my innocence is impossible and against reason.

If you think these arguments will influence me, you don't know me.

How well do you know me, Mr. Prosecutor?

I can reproduce exactly the portrait of me painted 18 years ago.

By you, on 14 December 1935.

Remember?

Who is this man, members of the jury?

A victim of a society more worthy of pity than blame?

A man preyed upon by fate?

One who suffered poverty and ill luck? No!

A man of high intelligence and refined culture

on whom Nature had bestowed her rarest gifts.

He possesses charm.

He speaks, one listens and is captivated.

He strives to overcome obstacles.

For him nothing is out of reach or impossible.

His gift of utter facility

becomes fickleness irresponsibility.

His defense before the temptations of a corrupt era

threatened by moral decay was the pursuit of pleasure.

This thirst for pleasure permeated all the results of his labors,

all he became, all he acquired.

His reason, his heart, his idealism, his life.

It possessed him until he became insolvent.

First insolvent, then a murderer!

Before him was a morally superior woman.

Her presence constituted a tacit reproach.

This unfortunate woman was doomed.

In her body, in her social standing.

He would get rid of her,

regardless of whether such a vile act was justified!

Even if a mad, hopeless passion for his wife's sister

had not stripped him of the last shred of sense and honor.

Words... All words!

Words that I brooded over night and clay, day and night.

For years!

Deceptive words. Lies!

When I was 20, Mr. Prosecutor...

A young boy, timid and gullible.

I remember, I fell in love with a prostitute.

I wanted to save her, redeem her.

She treated me abominably.

After a few episodes with her pimp and other men...

she left me, disappointed and disillusioned.

I married Elisabeth because I esteemed her.

I respected her.

I understood it wasn't love until Anna appeared.

Only then it was too late.

That's the real Leonard Maurizius.

Is he anything like your portrait?

I'm concerned with facts, not feelings.

You believed me guilty.

You were sure of it.

But you were wrong.

Then why remain silent during the investigation?

And during the trial?

And for 18 years in prison?

Your prosecution was designed to crush me.

Only in silence could I preserve a fragment of human dignity.

The policeman who arrested me looked like a bulldog.

He dragged me from my bed, forbade me to get dressed,

rifled through my old clothes and papers.

He examined my gold cigarette case and toiletries.

I spent the night with a syphilitic thief.

Since then it's been stinks, filth, degradation

and this... for 18 years!

One reason for silence is to shield someone.

Maybe your sister-in-law, Anna?

It can only be her.

Did you know she had married?

Why should she remain single?

They say her marriage with Duvernon is a happy one.

Duvernon?

It's possible.

Have you had any news of your daughter, Hildegard?

No, never.

After the trial I was meant to send her to London but never did.

It was impossible for me to take care of her.

- Is she still alive? - I don't know.

I must go.

It's for you to say whether there's any use in my returning.

The pharmacy said to bathe the cut with this, and gave me bandages.

I'm touched by your kindness and consideration.

I've told Madame Bobiket many times

about this miserable nail.

So, is your search over?

What search?

Aren't you searching for a wealthy uncle?

Oh yes.

Not yet, but I haven't given up.

- What will you be doing in America? - America?

First I'll get there, then hopefully make enough money

to buy some land and live in liberty.

In liberty?

Sweet enthusiasm of youth!

You're a strange little man, Mr. Mohl.

Mohl.

Maybe you used to have another name?

Maybe I called myself Mohl just as you called yourself Warshauer?

- Why you... - I said maybe.

Maybe my name was Maurizius.

Other people are called Maurizius, why not me?

How long will you make me wait for an explanation, Mr. Mohl?

Mr. Whoever-you-are.

What are you hiding?

Yes, my name is Gregoire Waremme. What of it?

I was only joking.

I said Maurizius because I recently met an old man of that name.

His son is in prison, he's determined to clear his name.

He came to see you last year.

I don't think so.

That's right, you were away.

What did he want?

Some letters that his son Leonard wrote to you.

And others addressed to a young lady named Anna Jahn.

He promised me a tidy sum to procure them.

I don't have any letters.

No letters addressed to me or that young lady.

You went to all this trouble for nothing, young Mohl.

An aristocratic hand.

A little gentleman.

A good family.

Come on.

Let's take a break and have some hot chocolate.

I like you a lot, my boy. Don't take it the wrong way.

Ask me anything you like.

You'll learn more that way than with all this cloak and dagger stuff.

Were you Maurizius's friend?

Yes, I was his friend.

Yet our meeting ended up destroying us both.

- Why? - You wouldn't understand.

Now I'm an old failure.

My real name is Warshauer.

I adopted Waremme to open doors that were closed to me.

On the threshold of those doors was Leonard.

He had everything.

I was but an actor, trying to play a part.

Does that explain the hostility between you?

Who said anything about hostility?

Or was it because of Anna Jahn?

Miss...

You're a very clever boy.

Thank you, Miss.

Do you think Maurizius was guilty?

You're looking for your wealthy uncle in strange places, young man.

Was he capable of murder?

I swore to his guilt under oath.

Enough! This charade has gone on long enough.

Tell me about Anna Jahn.

When did you first see her?

Before you met Leonard or after?

I knew her long before.

In Zurich.

When she was 16.

Look at this old bear.

Back then he was the oracle of literary salons.

Words dripped like gold from his lips.

People sought his opinion.

One day we were preparing a charity performance

at the home of old Countess de Hardenberg.

The author read his play.

I was to direct.

That's when I saw Anna.

Her whole person had a troubling sheen.

Overwhelming.

Never in my life had I seen such a face.

She personified all the seductiveness of this world

into which I'd wormed myself.

It was suddenly clear to me that I had to conquer this woman.

If I didn't, I would have achieved nothing.

Without this victory, I would have failed.

She was suddenly the most essential, crucial goal.

One moment she seemed to offer herself,

the next, she was inaccessible and mysterious.

She was hermetically sealed, like a nut in its shell.

Twenty times I thought had her,

twenty times she eluded me.

What happened between you?

She left Zurich for Paris after the performance.

I found her 2 years later in Berne:

Maurizius's sister-in-law.

She seemed to suffer from an inferiority complex.

Leonard cured her when he entrusted his daughter to her.

From that day on she was drawn to him.

A tranquil happiness should have beckoned

but Maurizius wasn't free.

And thus arose this banal bourgeois tragedy.

Is it true that after Leonard's conviction you lived with Anna?

Yes, she'd lost everything, so she turned to me.

It lasted two years.

One night she left for Paris and I for Berne.

It was over.

Why did you part?

Did something troubling come between you?

Such as?

I don't know. Perhaps your oath?

What oath?

The oath you made to the court, that got rid of Leonard.

Get out.

Out! Out with you!

The investigation revolved a great deal around Gregoire Waremme.

Did Anna mention her relationship with him?

Anna was reserved, rather secretive.

When she moved to Berne, did she know he was there?

Yes... she knew he'd uncovered her trail.

HOW S O, liner.

You mean he pursued her?

She feared him. Loathed him.

She could easily have avoided him.

- No. - Why?

He had a hold over her.

A hold?

Come now!

It's true.

One day we were returning together from the university.

He seemed nervous, irritable.

Leonard... give up Anna, she's mine.

She's been mine for two years.

After the charity performance in Zurich,

she fell asleep in her dressing room.

She pushed me away

but in the depths of her soul she was mine, as she is today,

as she always will be.

Give her up.

I'm going to marry her.

Stunned, I rushed to Anna.

For the first time she seemed ready to yield.

There's nothing between Waremme and me.

Nothing since Zurich.

There never was anything else.

Let's go away.

Just say the word.

We could begin a new life together.

It's all that matters to me.

It's impossible.

Why?

- I can't live away from him. - But why not?

I don't know.

You love him?

No. I swear it!

What is it about this man?

I'll break his hold over you, you won't be his anymore.

I'm not his!

Do you see now?

Waremme loved Anna!

He couldn't live without her any more than I could.

She refused him and he would do anything to have her.

He thought he would separate us

so he arranged for her to live with Elisabeth

and I lost my head.

I resolved to run away with her but I had no money.

- I went to my father... - And he refused.

I telegraphed Anna, to try to convince her one last time.

If I failed, I'd disappear.

You entered the garden. Who did you see?

Waremme!

He says he arrived after you.

He was there! He walked toward the house and disappeared from view.

- What to happened to your gun? - I didn't have one.

- Waremme swore he saw you shoot. - But I didn't have a gun!

- Why didn't you tell anyone? - I did!

But because Waremme swore he saw me...

no one believed me. Especially not you!

So your wife came out of the house.

At the corner of the villa, then there was a shot.

It came from behind her!

- She was shot in the back! - And you didn't see who fired?

I didn't see anything!

- Your sister-in-law had a gun? - Certainly not.

Then Waremme... is a suspect.

He had no obvious motive.

Waremme got rid of you

so he could have Anna.

Waremme.

Your Mr. Waremme will come back.

He promised.

Don't be impatient.

There.

He has the most amazing eyes!

When he looks at me...

It's funny, he never corners me.

Other boys like to try and grab me!

They say I have a nice chest.

Do I?

Do you think I have a nice chest?

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Your mother gave me my bill but have no more money.

I have some savings.

Give me a kiss and I'll lend them to you.

You don't want to?

You've got nothing to moan about!

Go away!

Are you sick, my dear boy?

My poor boy, you thought you were stronger.

You tried to break the walls down but now they're crushing you.

I'll tell you the truth - my truth - but I want yours!

One day, I met old man Maurizius.

He spoke to me and opened my eyes.

His son was wrongly convicted.

It was judicial murder!

I must clear his name or life isn't worth living!

Justice!

Poor boy. Why bother about that?

Humanity doesn't give a damn about justice.

Where have you seen it?

In the poverty that crushes the unborn child?

In the pockets of the rich? In the bodies of martyred boys?

In the cop who beats you up?

In the state that robs you? In the lies of the priest?

In the bank vaults? In the concentration camps?

Down the mines?

Whither justice?

Justice is intolerance, inquisition, fanaticism.

Justice is oppression, corruption.

Justice is sold to the highest bidder!

Poor little Mohl.

You've wasted your energy and intelligence on a lost cause.

Who cares about Maurizius?

About whether he's in prison or free, guilty or innocent?

No one gives a damn!

Shut up, you're foul!

How can a man say such things?

My poor boy.

My poor, clear boy.

I want to know...

Who fired the shot?

You?

Anna?

Someone else? Was it Anna, yes or no?

What do you think happened?

I was crazy about Anna.

She was caught between us three.

Her sister hounded her, Leonard and I both hounded her.

She didn't know which way to turn. I feared the worst.

Elisabeth had threatened to kill her.

Leonard threatened to kill her.

So I gave her my gun to defend herself with.

That night she received a telegram from Leonard.

He wanted a final meeting with her

and arranged to meet her in the garden.

What is it?

Your husband... he's coming back.

He's coming!

Where were you? At your club, they said.

No, I wasn't there.

All the witnesses were wrong.

I was there in the afternoon but later,

I felt I'd been foolish, giving Anna a gun.

Maybe she'd kill herself.

So I hurried

to the house

and lurked outside.

I knew from experience that when I focused all my thoughts on Anna,

I could bend her to my will.

Miss, give me the International Club.

It's urgent.

I need to speak to Mr. Waremme.

You don't know where he is?

Thank you.

Your husband... he's here!

Go on, before something awful happens!

Get out!

Get out right now or I'll strangle you!

Anna!

She let him be arrested and convicted

and for 19 years said nothing?

How could she!

She obeyed me.

I didn't let her go for a moment. I had her!

Also...

Nobody in the world knows what I'm about to tell you.

You want the truth? Well, here it is.

Anna was madly, desperately in love with Leonard.

Right from the start,

with a furious passion that troubled her soul.

And the poor sap never realized.

He had no idea, he kept imploring, begging and moaning.

She couldn't forgive the insane love she had for him.

She couldn't forgive herself.

That's why he had to be punished.

But your testimony, under oath...

There was no other way.

Leonard had to be sacrificed.

I had to keep Anna.

And I did... for two years.

It's abominable!

That's justice, young Mohl.

You horrify me!

Go home, young man. Don't worry about me.

The statute of limitations on my perjury ran out long ago.

I liked you a lot, young Mohl.

I liked you a lot.

The Supreme Court has asked me to inform you

that you have been pardoned and are to be released.

Released?

I must forewarn you

that your release is conditional.

What are the conditions?

They aren't specified.

So, on the slightest pretext I can be sent back to prison?

It's a mere formality.

Should your conduct...

You mean if I cause any trouble...

the Court can take care of me.

Do you accept or not?

If you sign, you'll be released at 8am tomorrow.

The Governor didn't send that telegram to your father.

Why not?

It's better that no one knew the time of your release.

The papers would have been all over it.

Now go. Hardly au revoir, is it? Good luck.

Go straight ahead. The station is 3km away.

I knew it... I knew that one day...

Come in... Look at your face!

Sit down. Now that you're here, you'll see.

You're going to be wealthy. I've hidden money away for you.

You'll see!

Wait, let's have a drink.

I can't wait to see Elisabeth's face!

That little slut!

Hey, let's go over to her place.

We'll ring the bell, she'll open it, and we'll spit.

We'll spit, right on the doorstep!

My God, it's him!

It's you, my poor boy!

Where have you been? What have you clone?

Look at your poor face!

- I'd like to take a bath. - Sure!

Oh, you can't have had many.

I'll go draw you one.

- Is my father here? - No, he's in court.

You'll be surprised. He's changed a lot.

It seems something's not right.

He's asked to retire.

I received your letter.

I thought it better to meet on a boat, it's more anonymous.

I read in the papers you'd been released. I expected you'd write.

Fortunately my husband doesn't read my letters.

You understand, we mustn't be seen together.

Don't get too close, people are looking.

Anna...

You have something to tell me?

Oh Anna.

I don't have the strength to bear such emotions.

Let's not prolong this meeting.

You know it won't do any good.

I've been through some trying times. Now I've turned to God.

I've found peace through prayer.

I have nothing in common with the Anna you knew.

Still, I'd like to ask forgiveness for her.

But I shall always be in your debt, Anna.

She acted out of love for you.

If you'd loved me, everything could have been... so different.

By clay, she was torn apart by your absence.

She passed her nights weeping.

She couldn't bear to see you with another.

She killed Elisabeth because Elisabeth loved you.

And because she loved you.

So you pulled the trigger?

Didn't you know?

You killed her because you loved me?

It doesn't matter anymore. All that is dead.

Perhaps Waremme ordered me to.

Perhaps I only obeyed him.

Beware.

I understand. Don't worry, I'll leave you.

I just need some information.

Where is my daughter? She's all I have.

I can give up everything else but not her.

I stopped looking after Hildegard long ago.

It was too much responsibility.

Where is she?

Your daughter was told you'd been released.

She asked her guardian to take her away for a while.

She doesn't want to know you.

Hello, Papa.

You're back?

- You look awful. - I've been ill.

Hardly surprising.

Where on earth have you been? Where!

I left a note explaining.

I had a mission to fulfill.

Maurizius is completely innocent.

He was the victim of a miscarriage of justice.

Easy to say. Let's see some proof.

I found Gregoire Waremme.

He confessed to perjury. I have a witness.

So what's to be clone?

- Nothing. - How so?

There's nothing to be done. Your efforts were in vain.

Leonard Maurizius has been pardoned.

Pardoned?

He was granted early release.

Pardoned! But he's innocent I tell you.

Not under the terms of the pardon.

He's innocent, he doesn't need a pardon.

His honor must be restored!

The case must be reopened!

Reopen the case? You're mad.

Do you know what that entails?

Enormous expense, refuting the acts of upright citizens...

A dangerous situation, justice exposed to damaging criticism.

No matter! I won't accept it!

Justice for all!

This conversion is pointless. Maurizius accepted the pardon.

- Accepted it? - In full.

He continues to live, in silence,

forced to bear his ignominy.

That's what you've reduced him to. How?

Using what pressure?

Maybe he thanked you for booting him out of the prison door!

"Thank you for those 19 years!"

Do you know who fired the shot?

Of course, you know!

So where is the judge? Let's go spit at him!

How can I ever show my face again?

Andergast's son!

His father granted Maurizius a pardon

after ensuring he was despised by all mankind!

And the son didn't breathe a word!

It's a mess!

Now that's enough!

No matter what happens, he'll pay! He has to!

I don't want to be your son anymore!

I'm not your son anymore! I'm not your son!

Call a doctor.

Forgive me.

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