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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.

Subtitles - Eclair Group