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Elisa!

Elisa!

Answer me! Where are you?

Elisa!

Elisa, come on!... Quickly!

Elisa!

Elisa!

Elisa!

Elisa!

Jos�! Jos�!

Jos�! Where's Elisa?

She's looking for the dog.

Alright.

What dog?

What's going on?

He doesn't know where Elisa is.

She had to go with the man in the car...

...to look for the big black dog.

"The man"?... What man?

Look at this idiot... He's not stopping!

Shit! Look at this!

- You alright? - What a bastard...

He didn't give way... and now he's done a bunk.

Did you get his number?

Yes, but I'm not sure about it.

1369 SG 06, I think.

Do you think you could try and catch up with him?

- Alright. - Thanks.

You were right...

1369 SG 06.

I've put it on my card. He pulled over a kilometre along the road.

You can contact me here if you need...

Jean Garnier, I live in Fr�jus.

If I were you I'd go and report it to the police.

Goodbye.

When Martial Reynaud went to confront the reckless driver...

...the Peugeot 304 had disappeared.

At the Gr�asque police station, he stated...

"The driver was young, and seemed to be on his own."

What do you want?

I was told to come here...

...to report the disappearance of my little girl.

- Room 316 over there. - Thanks.

Come in.

And you've no idea at all, of the identity of this man?

I certainly don't, myself.

If I knew his identity, as you put it...

I wouldn't have needed to come to you.

I would've gone and got my little girl back.

"And I lodge a complaint

"against person or persons unknown

"for abduction

"of a child.

This oral statement

from Mr Garcia signed in our presence

after being read by himself."

Hello... sir... madam.

Hello.

I say...

Would you be able to give me a hand?

Give you a hand with what?

My car's in the tunnel.

- I can't get it out. - Your car?

- Whereabouts is it stuck? - Down there.

- Down where? - In that tunnel.

- Is that you, Ali? - Yes, boss.

What's going on here?

What's this about, Ali?

I don't know... I can't understand what it's doing here.

I got stuck.

I cut some branches... But it still won't take.

How did you manage to finish up down here?

I was picnicking up there.

You like picnicking in manure, do you?!

In manure?

You couldn't smell it up there? This is a mushroom farm.

So... picnicking?!

But tell me...

Your plates are from Alpes-Maritimes?

Come on... get out!

Just what are you up to here?

I think we should get the police.

Because, do you realise this is private property?

You can get the police if you want to.

So this is your place... but I've done no harm.

Alright.

We'll try and pull you out.

Wait, Mrs Garcia... Just one photo.

That's a photo of my daughter.

Did you see this man?

Yes... He asked me to look for his black dog.

- What was he like, this man? - Big like you.

- How did he talk? - Like people round here.

Did he have an accent?

Like people round here.

What about his car?

Yes, what sort of a car did he have?

A Simca.

- Are you sure? - You needn't worry about that...

He knows every model.

He's mad about cars.

A Simca... What colour Simca?

Grey... with red interior.

We've searched the beach...

In case you were wondering...

- Thanks. - Nothing new?

No.

I was thinking...

You poor thing!

I'll work if there's a ransom.

We have no money...

I'll work day and night.

Day and night, my darling!

- Is that you, Christian? - Yes.

I said I'd be here for dinner.

- You have a good week-end? - Yeah.

Seems there was a lot of traffic on the roads.

Sure was.

- Did you see where the cat got himself? - You can feed him if you like.

Here, Mickey. Come on!

"The abduction of Elisa - anxious wait."

Damn it!... I don't want to know!

Now listen to me...

We're barely over the Cartland case.

We stuffed up on the Cartland case.

We were the laughing-stock.

Don't interrupt.

This sort of thing happens in England... Now it's hit us.

It's a young girl from here.

Just a slip of a lass.

So if we miss the target this time...

...THEY won't miss US!

My respects, sir...

We're throwing all our resources into it sir.

Stop... Police.

What are you doing there?

Me? I live on the 3rd floor.

Show me your ID.

Little girl...

- That's enough of that, you bastard! - Madame... please!

Police!... I'm investigating.

- So... no? - No.

No... the black dog man's not there.

- You quite sure? - He's not there.

You'd be able to recognise him?

Oh, yes.

How did he look?

He was tall...

with a grey suit...

his hair was...

black, short...

And his car?

Would you recognise his car?

Of course I would.

Come in here young man...

Come on.

Tell me which one is his car.

That's the car... A Simca 1100.

He picked a Simca 1100.

And then?

I was playing with Lisa in front of the house.

Hello!

I've lost my big black dog. Have you seen him?

- No. - No, sir.

I'm sure he's around here. Could you help me find him?

- OK! - That's sweet of you!

Hey kid... you go and check behind that building...

We'll go down that way, with your sister.

At 10.50...

I remember the time... I was on my way to my mother's place.

I saw a light grey Simca1100 in the housing estate.

A man was talking to a little girl.

She got into the front passenger seat by herself...

...while the man was getting into the driver's seat.

At the time, I hadn't thought anything of it.

It's only after learning about the abducted girl...

...that I realized what I'd seen.

That's why I came straight in here.

Mr Pasquini, can you give us an exact description of the man?

No, I was 40 metres away.

I can say that he was quite tall...

...about 1 metre 80.

He was slim.

He had light brown hair.

How was he dressed?

He had a light coloured jacket.

Dark pants.

What sort of car was it?

- I just told you... - The registration number?

I was 40 metres away!

I can tell you it was a grey Simca 1100.

In the south, emotions are running high, the abduction of little Elisa Garcia.

The police are actively pursuing their investigations...

Any information that may be of assistance...

should be passed on. Call...

10 days ago, on my housing estate...

There was this pansy sort of guy... know what I mean?

He was trying to chat up two little girls.

He has a sky-blue jacket and light brown hair...

...and he wore a green pullover... yes, green.

You know I was in there this morning,

about the little idiot who got stuck yesterday,

at the mushroom farm.

Well... I was thinking...

What if he was the kidnapper?

Don't fuck us around... You're talking about a Peugeot 304

...and we are looking for a Simca 1100.

They look a bit the same.

No... I've got the complaint here from the other driver.

He said your idiot was alone in the car.

No child.

Good... I'll call the police then.

Might as well.

My CWO.

Wait, I'll write it down.

Wanted... the driver

in a hit and run accident.

Wait.

Leaving the scene in his vehicle... a Peugeot...

metallic grey... registration number...

1369 SG 06.

1369 SG 06.

Yes, he ran away into the woods with a bundle of something.

He ran away into the woods..."

Carrying a bundle, you say?

A bundle that was big enough, yes.

We thought it may have something to do with the kidnapping of Elisa.

There's something new, captain.

The kidnapping of the little girl and the accident...

...are perhaps tied together.

No... the kidnapping was done with a Simca 1100.

It was a Peugeot in the accident.

As well as that...

The guy was alone in his car.

That's just it, Captain...

The other driver's not sure any more.

I just had him on the phone.

He's thinking there could have been a child.

But who was it that went after the reckless driver?

Jean Garnier, from Fr�jus.

That's it then.

- He didn't say anything about a child? - No.

Yesterday, he talked about a bundle that was big enough.

But when I brought it up with him again...

...there was something new.

He would have had a conversation with the reckless driver.

No kidding?!

A conversation.

Jean Garnier says he shouted to the guy that it was nothing...

...a simple matter of crumpled metal, and that the guy should come back.

- And what did the other guy say? - He didn't reply.

He stayed hidden in the scrub.

Jean Garnier never saw him there.

Well it's time we took a look out there.

I want to get to the bottom of this.

We'll poke around the scene of the accident...

...and the mushroom farm.

No, it's this way.

- Mr Blanche? - No.

Yes, I'm here.

Come on in.

If you were to see him...

...would you be able to recognize him?

For sure. You see, I photographed him.

Though the photographing was with THIS.

He was white. European..

Height I'd say...

1.72... No...

1.74!

Sturdy looking. A sportsman.

- Glasses? - No, no glasses.

I'm positive.

Age?

30 to 35.

No, more like...

32 to 35.

Very good. What have you seen, exactly?

I was putting my trash cans out. I went outside.

Passing in front of Building C3...

...I see removalists at work.

Mrs Lopez was moving out...

...as I'd been aware.

And there I see him.

Who?

Well, my man, The one I just spoke of.

How was he dressed?

Bright red sweater and corduroy trousers.

I thought he was one of the removalists.

I had no doubt.

But when I came out again... what do I see?

A crowd of tenants.

What did they tell me?

The guy had done filthy things to 2 little girls.

So what was the man wearing?

He had a red sweater.

You're all sure about that?

Yes, a red pullover.

So what did this man do?

- Well... - Tell him.

He touched where I do wee-wee.

What then?

He wanted me to touch...

...his willy.

I cried and he pushed me.

I cried louder and he went away.

And what did he do to you?

It was the same thing. If I could get that bastard...

But he shot off. A neighbour said in a Simca 1100.

- Good morning captain. - Good morning.

Mr Carlini. Ah, the foreman.

- Good morning, captain. - So let's take a look.

Is this it?

The car was there.

It was bogged, eh?

Captain!

Take a look here.

A pullover... a red one.

Charlie 22 here.

The owner of the Peugeot sedan has been identified as Christian Ranucci...

...a sales representative from Nice.

How'd you go?

Like clockwork.

- Get an order? - Not yet...

...but she's interested.

I'll need to come back with a sample.

You see, it's not rocket science. You seem to know how to do it.

Let's take a drink to that!

Go to it!

Here she is!

A police search has discovered the body of a young girl...

20 kilometres north of Marseilles.

The police will not confirm at this point

whether it is that of Elisa Garcia, who's been missing for 48 hours.

That's right... they've found her body!

They'd damn well better arrest the bastard who did it!

Killers have be put down!

Give us the chance... we'll do it ourselves!

Give him the guillotine!

Elisa!

Elisa!

Why?!

- Madam. - Oh God... Christian...

Yes. Don't worry!

- What's going on? - It's about a collision with his car.

- Was anyone injured? - Not at all.

We just need his statement.

You see...?

...I have to go with them.

You haven't been hurt, have you?

Not at all, Mum.

It was when I was out for a drive the other day.

You told me that everything had gone alright.

Don't worry about it, Mum... Don't worry!

I'll be back in an hour.

I'm ready.

Good to see you, your Honour.

- Hello, superintendent. - Your honour!

- Hello, Captain. - Everything's been left as it was.

- Very well, let's take a look. - Follow me.

Excuse me.

Superintendent Robiana!

- Your Honour? - The father should identify the body.

That hasn't been done yet.

It must be done... it's the law. See to it now!

Very well.

There's the girl's sandal.

And here, bloodstained stones and branches.

Make a note.

The autopsy revealed...

...that no traces of violence to the genital area were found.

But the report fails to mention the day and time of the murder.

Nobody will ever report this oversight.

This question will remain unanswered.

You'll need to come, Mr Garcia.

We don't have proof yet that it's your daughter.

Yes it's her.

Elisa! No!

So there was the car...

...going like this.

I was coming in this direction.

When I saw the intersection, I braked.

So you see. I couldn't have ignored the stop sign.

I paused for a moment.

Maybe not long enough.

But I did all the same.

That'll do, Ranucci.

It's not about that.

It's about the little girl you abducted

on the 3rd of June, around 11am...

You must be crazy... That's just not true!

...and who you've murdered!

An hour and a quarter later...

...25 kilometres away...

...in the woods at Gr�asque.

What sort of a story is this?!

Are you telling me this to scare me?

It's simply not true!

What's all this about?

I've not done a thing!

He was picked up in Nice.

He should be here soon.

- Has he confessed? - No.

He acknowledges fleeing the scene of the accident...

...but not the abduction.

But then, by his acknowledgement of that flight...

everything falls into place.

Does his description match that of the little Garcia boy?

Yes, close enough.

But we may have other witnesses.

Two little girls have been the subject of an attempted kidnapping.

The method chosen to attract them was the same...

...the black dog story.

This connection is critical...

It shows that the murderer acted with premeditation.

Take this down... "Items taken from his car."

So...

A pair of binoculars.

A keychain...

...with 4 keys.

Two hairs.

A bottle of alcohol carrying the inscription "Your drink".

- A whip. - A whip?

No, it's not a whip. It is a scoobidoo.

I started plaiting it in the army.

You know what a scoobidoo is?

Yes, but enough of scoobidoos. I'll call it a whip.

OK, a whip.

A pair of glasses.

A lighter.

Trousers.

These trousers...

...were these what you were wearing at the time of the accident?

Affirmative.

There...

...there's mud.

And there... there's blood.

Blood?

How do you explain the blood on these trousers?

I can't explain it.

I don't know... Doesn't look like blood to me.

Okay...

Take them to the lab... we'll soon see.

And the red pullover?

What red pullover?

That's enough, Ranucci.

The one that was found in the mushroom farm.

Just where you'd been bogged.

It was hidden. You can't tell me it wasn't yours.

Oh yes!

So it IS yours?!

Not at all! I've never ever owned a red pullover!

Why have you hidden it?

I'm telling you... it's not mine!

I don't understand what you're going on about...

I've never abducted any child.

Why would I abduct a child?

Can you believe I'd kill a child? Never!

Anything new?

Has he confessed?

No...

He hasn't confessed, but he has a lot of explaining to do.

A whip was found in his car.

A whip?

Yes, the exhibits include what I would call a whip.

When do you expect to finish?

Wait for the result of the witnesses identifying him.

Including the Garcia boy?

Particularly little Jos� Garcia.

Nothing new?

Nothing... this piece of shit keeps denying it.

Very well...

We'll continue.

In any event, your goose is cooked.

The witnesses of the kidnapping recognized you...

I'm telling you, it wasn't me!

- ...Therefore it's you who killed her! - I never killed her!

- Then you just abducted her? - No I didn't!

6 witnesses have recognised you. You're wasting your time... and ours.

You made her jump over a gutter.

No... what do you mean?

You thought you were being pursued. You bastard!

She didn't want to go with you... She screamed...

- Then you strangled her. - I'd never do such a thing!

You lost control... you panicked...

Worse still, you became somebody else!

No...

I'm not a terrible person!

Christian?

- Mrs Mathon? - Yes.

Nice city police... We have a search warrant.

Isn't he with you?

A search warrant issued by the investigating magistrate.

A search warrant?

Yes... come in.

What is it you're looking for?

We're not looking for anything specific...

We're just taking a look around.

An investigating magistrate?

Tell me the truth.

There's been a death?

A little girl was brutally murdered.

You haven't heard anything about this?

I haven't.

Brutally murdered?

The body was found close to where your son had his accident.

You're not suggesting...

That's impossible... You'd have to be sick to do such a thing.

It couldn't be him!

We haven't said it was him.

We are just saying that he's being questioned about this case.

Mind you, if he was guilty...

...he won't be waiting for anyone to come and pick him up.

How was he dressed last Monday...

...the day the kid was murdered?

In that.

- But you've washed it? - Of course I have.

- Were there any stains? - What sort of stains?

No, the collar was dirty, but I didn't even need to scrub it.

We'll take this with us.

- What about trousers? - It was his blue ones.

- Clean? - Of course they're clean.

Tell me...

Would you be able to come with us to Marseilles?

Marseilles? But Christian...

He's in Marseilles.

Marseilles?!

Are we leaving right away?

He's a sadist. He had a whip.

A guy like that must be really weird.

It's odd that he left everything in the back of his car...

while he was waiting to be pinched. A friend of the police, this guy.

Either a friend or a freak, eh?

Here he comes.

What do you have to say for yourself?!

Can't say he looks much of a monster.

Now listen to me carefully, my boy.

Are you listening?

- Yes, I'm listening. - Good.

There are some men who we've put downstairs.

You're going to look at them. They'll be lined up in a row.

Do you understand?

Yes, I understand.

Good. You're going to tell me which of them is the black dog man.

Do you remember what he looks like?

Of course I remember.

You'll see that each has a card in front...

...with a big number.

You'll tell me the number of the man who said he had a black dog.

- That okay? - Okay.

Good, we'll go down.

No, the man with the black dog isn't there.

It's none of them.

"Among the men

"that you put before me,

"I did not recognise

- "the man... - You OK kiddo?

"who had asked me

"to look for his black dog."

What about the car?

Yes... there's the car. Martin... come back!

Yes, chief?

Are you still a big car fan?

Yes.

Do you remember the black dog man's car?

Yes, of course.

So what sort was it? A Simca 1100.

No... it's not here.

That got us nowhere.

We should try again with his glasses on.

No!... Nobody mentioned glasses.

Absolutely no.

But why not?

No, I never said that!

What do you mean, you didn't say it?

I said that I'd seen a Simca 1100...

...but not that I might have confused it with a Peugeot 304.

I AM a mechanic, after all!

That's not right... I'm not signing it.

That's alright.

"After reading this,

"I must make it clear...

"that I am a mechanic by trade,

"and the I can perfectly identify

"every make of car."

There... does that satisfy you?

So, where have we got to?

The mechanic and the kid are both sticking with a Simca 1100.

And I really tried.

Say...

...we're going to have to get our act together about our suspect.

The place is full of press.

- They won't be handing us any bouquets. - You're right.

What about Ranucci?

He's a tough nut.

We've been grilling him for 17 hours.

He just goes on crapping on about the stop sign.

He can't be kept in custody forever.

Don't start panicking!

We still have all the witnesses regarding the man in the red pullover.

The red pullover that was found in the underground mushroom farm.

The black dog is now just one of the possible leads.

Excuse me...

The prefect is calling on us for an update... What do we tell him?

Nothing! What would you want us to say?

The Garnier couple are our last hope.

If they don't identify Ranucci, we've got nothing.

And we're fucked. Even if they were to identify him...

...they've seen him carrying a large bundle...

...not a little girl.

They're witnesses to the hit-and-run.

- But not the abduction... - True.

...even though we found the body near the site of the accident.

Let's get the Garniers in.

Mr Garnier... What do you have to say?

Mrs Garnier, wait!

Do you recognise anyone?

No.

- So? - Wait a second!

- So? - They didn't identify him.

- He was our best hope. - So, what happens now?

Bugger all. Let's have lunch. We'll see later.

I'm in trouble...

When my article comes out, they will've released him.

And I didn't pull any punches.

"Murderer arrested."

Unless they manage to transform him into the culprit...

...I get the idea they may have been a little hasty.

And we'll cop it.

Hello Mrs Fran�oise...

Could I have a ham sandwich please?

I'll be phoning the paper, all the same.

So, not getting any tips?

A scoop! Every time something happens, there you are!

Why? Got a break?

And how!

The Garniers have identified him.

No kidding!

Including Mrs Garnier...

...she remembered he was pulling a child by the arm.

- Elisa? - Yes!

That really upset the superintendent...

...because for the last 3 days...

...they'd been talking about a bundle.

- A package? - Yes.

They'd been saying that the hit-and-run driver ran off carrying a bundle...

...and now, it seems was a child who didn't seem distraught...

...and who was calmly saying... "What are we doing?"

So...

the chief got tough...

"Now your memory's coming back...

"I'm going to put Ranucci in front of you again.

"This time, you're going to recognise him.'

Well...

...this is manna from heaven!

Those two have saved the day for you guys.

- Do you believe these witnesses? - Bloody oath I do...

...since they've have finally ID'd Ranucci!

And that little piece of shit has cracked!

His confession's being typed up as we speak.

Shit!

- What's happened? - He's confessed.

What can I say to you?

He's going to be found guilty.

It's just not possible. Not him!

He could never do something like that!

I'm telling you, he just confessed.

I want to see him.

I can't refuse you... But keep it short.

Christian?

Christian, tell me that this just isn't true!

Tell your mother... since you've already told US!

Yes.

It was me.

Come on now, Mrs Ranucci.

Here she is.

Mrs Ranucci... If you wouldn't mind...

No, Mathon. Mrs Mathon.

What do you have to say about this?

You've seen your son?

Yes.

Did he often go out driving around?

No, I let him have it to go to work.

Did you know he had a whip?

What did he do when he came home, after the crime?

He was very hungry... he had some ham...

...a steak, with stewed tomatoes...

And then?

- Cheese and a dessert. - And after?

We watched a movie on TV.

Was he brought up like a girl?

Not at all... like anyone else.

How was he with women?

- Did he have a job? - Yes.

- Since when? - For a month.

Before that he was doing national service.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know.

What CAN I do?

Maybe find him a lawyer.

And a good one... He's going to need it.

I don't know anyone. I'm not from around here.

Let's go.

Put it on him!

Go on... put it on!

Doesn't fit him!

Take him to the investigating magistrate.

You are accused of kidnapping and culpable homicide

of a minor under 15.

The penalty fixed by law is the death penalty.

You are free not to speak before having a lawyer.

Good.

The accused accepts...

"I agree to explain myself without the assistance of a lawyer."

But it's urgent. He can't be left without a lawyer.

He's innocent.

My colleague, Mr Laffont, will see to the day-to-day matters...

...and I myself shall come in at the appropriate moment.

Jean-Fran�ois, would you come in?

I'll introduce you. He's very good.

You just stop worrying... I'll defend him.

Madame.

Good God!... you're so...

He can't be any older than my son!

I'm 24.

She followed you without saying anything.

And then?

I pulled her by her hand.

I made her jump over a kind of gutter.

What do you mean by a "sort of gutter"?

I made her jump over a gutter which was there.

I pulled her up the bank by her arm.

But why were you doing this?

Why did you get her out of the car?

Why were you dragging her up the bank?

Was it because you feared you were being pursued?

That's it! You were frightened of being pursued.

"Following questions by the judge...

"thinking that I may have been pursued...

"I left my vehicle at the side of the road."

Continue. What happened then?

Come on, Ranucci... You've already told the police!

Yes.

I told the police...

The little girl didn't want to go any further.

She started to scream.

I strangled her.

And struck her with a knife!

I don't know.

Give me details...

Tell me in precise detail what happened!

I don't know...

It's...

"It all happened very fast... I was losing control,

"I panicked, worse than that, I became somebody else."

What about the knife?

I threw it away.

Where?

In a pile of peat, manure...

...by the roadside, near the mushroom farm.

Two hours.

We've spent 2 hours looking for that knife.

Two hour to find a knife...

...for which the police said Ranucci had given an exact location.

But 2 hours earlier, 30 kilometres from there...

...Inspector Couderc had already drafted a report...

in which he placed under seal

...the knife these men are looking for, and will find.

Captain!

I've located something.

Stop!

- Top 'im! - Bastard!

You'll pay for that kid!

- Swine! - You'll get yours, you bastard!

We won't waste time leaving it to the court!

- You'll pay... you bastard! - Top 'im!

- Whore-lover! - Kill 'im!

Filth!

- Bastard! - Kill him!

- Kill him! - Bastard!

Bastard!

There's that.

- Try the sweater. - I'll give it a go.

- And this. - No.

No... that's not his.

You're sure about that?

Quite sure.

Well...

That's never been his. He hated red.

When I think that...

He'd asked me to go with him and I refused.

Really? Why?

He drives too fast.

If I had been with him, nothing would have happened.

Did he often go out like that?

Like any boy that age.

But he always came home to sleep.

It's the first time he's spent the night away from home.

You have to be very strict with young...

...otherwise they're worthless.

He did well at school.

I've brought his French essay for his diploma.

It's on violence. He was against it.

That doesn't prove anything!

I don't understand what's happened.

Maybe the accident scared him and he panicked.

Any friends?

- Of course. - Who?

Girls... boys...

I'm thinking of girlfriends.

There are girls... of course.

He's never seemed to be, how will I put it...

...abnormal?

Not in the least!

He is, and always has been quite normal.

He was making use of a whip.

Of a whip?

A whip...

Not at all.

He made love quite normally.

It was the first time...

...both for him and for me. We wanted to get married.

- Did it last for long? - Just over the holidays.

We were very happy... But that was 4 years ago.

So what happened?

Well, then...

And then, I...

I found out...

...that he was having an affair with a married woman.

So I broke it off.

But I didn't forget him.

It's impossible to forget him.

I'm here to see Ranucci. I'm his lawyer.

Nobody's done YOU any favours, have they?!

Bring the boy in.

Come on!

Hello.

My name's Jean-Fran�ois Laffont.

I'm a lawyer.

I've been employed to defend you.

We'll talk later.

There's just one thing I need to tell you now.

You've made admissions to the police.

They have no real legal standing.

But once you're in the court building,

...you'll be facing the investigating magistrate.

That's a different matter altogether.

I've already been there.

Last time was last night.

I've been there twice.

What do you mean, twice?!

But it must have been me.

It's definite.

There's evidence, witnesses.

Evidence and witnesses are one thing...

But are you saying it WAS you?

I don't remember anything.

I'm not a such a bastard.

I swear I'm not such a bastard!

They all say I'm a bastard!

It's just not true!

I'll be seeing you.

There's always the bright side...

You'll become famous with this case!

There are journalists and photographers waiting for you out there!

Is there another way out?

Yes.

Brothers...

May God accept this child.

And united by friendship...

...join our prayer to that of his parents.

They mourn the child they lost...

...but trust us to trust in God.

Let us come together in silence...

...in the hope that we give her the Lord's love.

May the pain not let in hatred.

Good morning.

You declared that you slept in your car...

...on a dirt road near Salerno, the night before the crime.

That's not true.

They made me say that... I don't know why.

I was drinking all night, in bars.

Do you do that often?

No... not often.

So Monday morning I was not very clear-headed.

The accident on top of that, finished me off.

I still drove for a bit... then I passed out.

When I came round...

...I was inside that mushroom farm tunnel.

In the back seat.

Eh?

Yes, I was.

So before that?...

Nothing.

A black hole.

What about the knife?

That... that knife is mine.

I can't deny that.

What was that all about?

They'll come back... or what?

No way.

What's with the reconstruction of the kidnapping?

Hasn't he already been charged for that?

Did you see that? Ten point three seconds...

The reconstruction world record smashed!

Are you coming or not?

Let's go!

Are you alright sir?

As right as I can be in this paddy-wagon.

I'm not accustomed to travelling in this sort of vehicle.

A police van isn't dishonourable.

Maybe not dishonourable, but it's certainly uncomfortable.

I'm responsible for the security of this crime reconstruction...

I don't want to take any risks.

That magistrate is beyond belief.

She hasn't called in the two witnesses to the abduction.

They don't support a guilty verdict... they didn't recognise Ranucci.

It's amazing how much he's changed...

...in 3 weeks.

You think they'd 've found themselves a kid.

To do what?

Well, one about 8 years old... 1.20 high.

Sitting next to the driver... That'd fit the bill.

Maybe she's up the back there, already dead.

We'll find out.

3 minutes later, the Garniers heard her say... "What are you doing?"

And wouldn't the car be full of blood?

- The crash must have happened like that. - Yes.

You continue to maintain

...that you intended to take the child home.

Follow me.

You see those road signs?

You were turning towards Aix, not Marseilles.

- Aix. - Maybe I was going to Aix...

I don't remember.

Mr Garnier?

Would you be kind enough to get into your car

so we can reconstruct your pursuit.

Is it working out as you would like?

Inspector!

Get down.

Fine!...

Place yourselves where you saw the accused

taking the child out of the car.

Yes... well... let's see...

We were... Excuse me.

We were about here... Like this weren't we?

Yes.

And we saw the man pulling the child out...

through the right hand door.

I think that's how it was.

No, wait... There's a problem there in that.

Mr and Mrs Garnier are stating they saw the driver

opening the right hand door to pull the child out.

Therefore, HE must have got out the left hand door.

But that's completely jammed.

The police verified that.

As you can see... It's still the same here today.

This is not the place for defence speeches, counsellor.

If it's not too inconvenient for you, I'd like to continue.

Not inconvenient at all, miss.

You might want to pursue that after you've questioned the accused.

"Hey, sir! Come back!

"Come back!

"There was only vehicle damage in your accident.

The I said...

"Don't make things worse for yourself by running away."

What then?

The man replied...

"Alright... you can leave... I'll go back."

- Was he visible? - Not at all, no.

He was hidden up there in the scrub.

You see... there's your doll!

That won't prove anything.

If they'd put in the car for the accident... maybe then.

You pulled the little girl up to here...

...and she started to get frightened... is that right?

She started to scream, didn't she?

I don't know.

I don't remember anything.

But you were scared, weren't you?

Scared she'd sound the alarm.

You had to seize her...

Uncuff him.

And he killed her.

Take the dummy and the knife...

...and show us how you did what you did.

No, I can't do it

I can't remember anything.. I swear I can't.

Pas me the photos.

Take a look at what you've done... This is all your work!

But it's...

Look at this little girl... This is what you've done!

Show us how you cut her throat.

I don't remember anything. I can't do it!

Alright then...

Take down...

"The reconstruction of the crime of homicide has been impossible...

"The accused pretends not to remember

"this particular sequence of events."

It's not me!

I swear it's not me!

It's not me!

I swear it's not!

It's not me!

I'm so ashamed, so ashamed!

You are?

What about?

The papers have written...

"Abusive mother".

They say that I'm a monster.

A human beast.

Listen...

We can't start believing them.

A psychiatrist wrote that you killed the child because...

...you'd seen your father cut my face with a knife.

I don't see the connection.

That's why I was frightened of him.

He's a violent man.

That's why we had to move.

30 times... at least 30 times.

I didn't want him to find us.

I know about it, mum.

I was scared of him.

But all that's history, now.

It's just too far to come here from Nice.

Meaning?

I'm going to rent a furnished apartment in Toulon.

What about our place?

I think I've found a buyer.

We need the money for your lawyers.

Is this because of the neighbours?

No... you wouldn't believe how nice they've been.

Are you still minding all those children?

For sure... all of them.

That proves something doesn't it?

Tell me, Christian, how's the lawyer?

I don't remember anything...

Nobody wants to believe me.

Not even my lawyer.

But you should really try and remember something.

You wouldn't understand how you get when you're drunk.

But why is it you don't remember things?

They say they've got proofs.

So then I say to myself... "Maybe".

And then...

It's possible,

6 witnesses have seen me.

The girl's prints all over the place.

So what do you expect?

I started to believe it.

I finished up believing it.

I told myself... "It's me!"

It could very well be me.

But at the reconstruction, I realised something.

I could never kill that kid.

Of course you couldn't!

But why did you abduct that kid?!

We were surrounded by kids at home!

I realised too late.

The 6 witnesses... all lies.

The prints in the car... all lies!

All lies!

All just to trick me!

They KNOW it's not you!

We have to scream your innocence.

I know I keep saying it...

But nobody believes me.

Visiting time up!

Your parents were divorced when you were 3 years old.

You haven't seen your father since.

He describes your mother as a fickle woman...

And that he slashed her face because she made fun of him.

He suspects she worked as a prostitute...

while they were still together.

That's untrue!

That's completely untrue!

I reject all of that!

What about my lawyers?! Where are my lawyers?!

I told you they were advised according to regulations.

If they don't see fit to turn up...

That can't be possible!

- Try phoning them. - Out of the question!

Take this down...

"We are advising the accused...

"that as of this date...

"this will be his last interrogation...

"and we draw his attention to the importance of his responses.

I HAVE believed I was guilty...

...but today I believe the opposite.

I've acknowledged events, because I was forced to...

Even though I remembered nothing.

Oh... your "amnesia"!

I don't believe it's true... and neither do the psychiatrists.

"Simulated amnesia.

"An auto-defensive, unconscious reflex.

"The murderer exhibits hyper self-control...

"repressing an aggression and sadistic streak accentuated by anxiety...

"likely to externalize...

"...under the influence of very strong emotion."

That sums up your crime. It's a masterful description.

But I only saw them twice.

Your psychiatric examination reveals no anomalies.

So something's been left out of their report.

No normal man would murder a little kid.

Your case is crystal clear.

I don't have the time to waste.

An assizes case takes 2 years.

I've spent 6 months on it... and interrogated you 5 times.

You can't say the law is dragging its heels on this.

All the witness statements in this dossier...

favourable to Ranucci's innocence...

...will now be deliberately removed.

It won't be a question of the man in the red sweater...

...and the black dog.

And what should be unheard of in a kidnapping case...

the magistrate has deemed as useless...

to hear the direct evidence of the abduction...

from little Jos� Garcia and the mechanic Vincent Pasquini.

I hope they won't keep my boy long.

You've got nothing to complain about... See that lady there...

Her son's accused of killing little Elisa Garcia.

Here... hold her.

Excuse me, ma'am, but...

I've just been told you're the mother of the boy

...who was arrested in the Elisa case a year ago.

Yes... that's me alright.

But it's just impossible... I don't understand it...

He should have been released ages ago.

It wasn't your son who did it.

I know, because the man who did do it...

...tried to abduct my daughter Agn�s.

- You saw him? - Your turn, ma'am.

Louise Mathon.

Anna Andrei.

- Thanks. - Sign there.

- So...? - It's the man in the red sweater.

I don't know him. But I've seen him.

I saw you're son at the police station, for identification.

They look nothing like each other.

It's the first time you've smiled in a year.

I knew this would happen.

I just didn't know when.

I saw a man...

...with a red pullover and dark green trousers.

He was talking to the Sacco boy.

Sacco called out to his playmate...

...the little curly-haired boy...

...and when he got close...

...I saw the man grab him and try to get him into the car.

The curly-haired boy managed to get away.

The man drove off... in a Simca 1100.

When did you see this happen?

It would have been 1st of June.

But...

...the day before, there had already been something else.

My daughter and her friend Carole...

who's Sacco's sister...

...were walking around behind the estate...

...and the same man in the red sweater...

...asked them to help him find his black dog.

The girls were scared...

and refused to get into his Simca 1100.

They only told me about it later...

...when the radio started talking about what happened.

Yes...

You don't look as though you find this very interesting.

Oh... It is... It's very interesting.

Could I have the file.

Thanks.

Intriguing!

Do you think that sweater...

...found in the mushroom farm...

...that nobody knew who it belonged to...

Well, here we are.

Just in time.

You've really come just in time, Mrs Andrei...

Just a year late.

This should have come out at the time of the investigation.

Not now.

But I did what I could...

I've told them it wasn't him.

You told them "who" was not "who"?

Mrs Ranucci's son... It was the man in the red sweater.

How did you know?

He was right in front of me... I could see it wasn't him.

Where did you see Ranucci?

At the police line-up.

They had me go there 3 times!

And I never recognised him.

They put Christian Ranucci in front of you?

That's why I was so desperate to tell you.

Yes, they did!

They showed him to me... and I didn't identify him.

And it wasn't just me alone... My daughter and her girlfriend, as well.

They said it wasn't him.

The police probably knew it was the man in the red sweater...

...as they sent me to the little girl's funeral.

But then...

...that was after Ranucci was in custody?

Yes, of course!

They thought the man might turn up...

...and they wanted me to point him out.

But of course... he didn't come.

That's right.

They'll be forced to recognize my innocence...

...and to track down that man.

They have the means... when they want to use them.

I hate them!

They're relentless against me.

They just HAD to have a culprit!

They act like brutes.

- They'll pay for it someday! - Yeah...

...in court!

That'll finally be the moment of truth.

After the acquittal... we'll go away somewhere...

I don't know...

...to South America!

I'll tell my lawyers I'll need plane tickets.

One for you and one for me.

It will also require the government to give us enough money to settle.

- We're entitled to it! - Yes, my darling.

I'll come and pick you up in a taxi...

...at the prison gate.

A white Mercedes... A white one.

You think he's guilty?

No...

...but I don't think an argument for innocence will get through.

I'd plead guilty...

...and ask for extenuating circumstances.

Ranucci will never accept. It's still up to him, after all.

You can't plead guilty... and we, innocent.

Then I don't put in a plea.

I shall be there... but as a mute.

You know Paolini.

The president of the bar has retired... He's replacing him.

My friends...

If you please...

You're court reporters, who form public opinion...

...and that's why I've asked you to come here.

I intend to plead innocent.

So get an acquittal.

But he's confessed.

The knife is his and he described where it was.

Precisely... that's unclear.

There is a report in the file, of the finding of the knife...

...on the day of the search for it.

Thus BEFORE Ranucci's arrest.

Before the confession? Are you sure?

Absolutely.

And the trousers, with bloodstains that matched the girl's blood group?

It's his group, as well.

If that had been the blood of the victim...

...Ranucci would've been covered in it.

Think about it...

The major throat artery severed...

Tell me, sir...

...you're not going to have me believe that someone would bury themselves

for 4 hours, after driving in reverse... into that mushroom farm...,

...just because they ran a stop sign?

- Yes, I'm aware of that. - He confessed to the police...

...the magistrate, the psychiatrists.

After twenty hours!

You know what those confessions are worth?

Jean-Marie Deveaux also confessed, and found innocent.

- What about the witnesses? - Yes, the witnesses.

Let's talk about the witnesses.

The little brother and the mechanic, both in agreement...

...a Simca 1100... and it's the car mechanic who's talking.

They're positive it's not Ranucci.

What about the Garniers? I've met them. They're a nice couple.

Their testimony just doesn't make sense!

Don't worry... You'll see at the trial.

What bothers me, is that with the registration number...

...they're the ones who traced it...

...and it turned out to be Ranucci's. Come off it!

Reynaud got them to check it.

What about the man in the red sweater?

He's bound to play a role in this saga.

And he's not talked about because he couldn't have been Ranucci.

No statement. Nothing in the file.

He's been made to disappear.

How did you know about it?

Thanks to the testimony of Mrs Andrei.

Has she made a statement to the police?

Yes, but it's disappeared from the files.

Along with everything else that doesn't support Ranucci's guilt.

Sorry, Mr Attorney... I don't buy your story.

For me... it's guilty!

The confessions...

The confessions 3 times over... And the knife.

No... He's guilty!

As for me, I'm almost convinced of Ranucci's innocence.

But the problem is... we're in a state of mass hysteria.

Frenchmen would pay a high price for the right to lynch Patrick Henry.

When you plead...

...there'll be 2 accused in the box...

Ranucci and Patrick Henry.

That's the way it is... Nobody can do anything.

You're obviously not the communicative type.

I wonder where that came from.

This uncommunicative character is explainable in the home of a young man...

...who has not been brought up by his father...

...but by an over-protective mother.

That's a lie! I had a perfectly normal childhood!

Now listen...

...it seems your mother indulged your every whim!

Not at all!

Someone's made that up!

Psychiatrists report you balanced...

...but when you were 11, you went around firing a rifle in the air.

So what?

Is it against the law to fire a BB gun?

All kids do.

The psychology expert writes that your relationship with your mother...

...is a sado-masochistic one.

That's totally idiotic!

I'm innocent!

Ranucci, you've confessed!

Sure, I've confessed...

Only because I was tortured!

There were two of them holding me down...

A third hit me on the head with a truncheon!

Not very hard... but on the same spot!

That's to drive you crazy!

You begin to feel...

...that your skull is cracking...

...and your brain's turning to mush!

Listen, Ranucci...

You were seen by a doctor after being in police custody...

There were no signs of any beating.

My head was like that!

You said nothing to the investigating magistrate!

She only needed to look at me!

I am not the murderer!

I can't help the fact that our paths may have crossed!

When you saw the investigating magistrate...

...you couldn't have been tortured.

And you reaffirmed your confession!

Confessions, confessions...

You know very well how they come about!

19 hours of grilling!

They made me invent a scenario which fits in with theirs.

The policemen wanted me to have slept at Salernes.

So I said I'd slept at Salernes!

It wasn't true...

...since I was in Marseilles!

In his frenzy, Ranucci spoke the truth...

...but it was taken by all present, as a lie.

He really had spent the night in Marseilles, and not Salernes.

And the police knew it...

Following a traffic accident...

he'd identified himself...

...to the owner of a dog that he'd run over.

You'll need to raise the subject of police abuse.

This abuse... this "torture"...

We need to talk about it.

Yes!

I've been tortured.

First, the raps on my skull... Then...

...something I hadn't raised yet...

...there was the acid torture.

Acid torture?!

Yes... exactly that!

Acid torture... Acid was poured...

...on my genitals!

A little diluted, maybe... but it burned... It was terrible!

The baton!

YOU were the one who wielded the baton!

You can't deny it!

It's not true.

You've got a lot of nerve!

And you... you, sir...

You're a monster!

You have no right to insult the accused!

I demand silence!

I'll wreck your career!

That guy's unreal!

He insults the witness...

He couldn't do worse if he provoked the jurors.

"If I was a juror, I'd certainly pronounce the death penalty."

Are they your words?

No, the Minister of the Interior, on the subject of Patrick Henry.

And that lot would agree.

Thank you, Mrs Garnier. Any questions from the defence?

The only evidence available to the prosecution...

...is that of Mr and Mrs Garnier.

Without them, there would be no Ranucci case.

Your honour, would you ask the witness

...if she has sworn seeing the individual in question...

...opening the right hand door.

Did you hear the question, Mrs Garnier?

Yes.

And so...?

Yes, he opened the right hand door.

This would effectively say...

...that he got out of the car by the left hand door.

Yes.

But, ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

That door was jammed shut... by the accident.

Mrs Garnier...

...Over 2 days you told the police...

...that the individual was running away carrying a package.

Exactly.

The first time you spoke of it as a being a "flight".

Well, yes!

Then your testimony follows exactly

...the information spread by the press.

And the day of the confrontation in the police premises...

...everything happens in slow motion.

The package becomes a child...

...dressed in white...

...and who speaks the words, and I quote...

"The child said calmly...

" 'What are we doing?.'"

Brought before Christian Ranucci...

...neither you nor your husband recognised him.

- Yes we did! - No, Mrs Garnier...

No.

Not the first time.

And at that point, it seemed the whole police premise was collapsing!

So then you were shown the accused and you identified him!

I protest!

Continue, counsellor.

Mrs Garnier...

...when you finally came round to identifying him...

...had he confessed?

No.

He denied having had a little girl in his arms.

So I called him a liar.

He collapsed in tears and said...

"I'm not a bastard!"

Now it's "a little girl"...

And in his arms!

Thank you Mrs Garnier.

You may go, madam.

Given the late hour, and to give everyone a rest...

...the hearing is suspended.

We'll resume at 8.30 tomorrow.

These testimonies are impossible!

It's a case of did the Garniers see everything... or nothing?

Suppose the man with the little girl...

...had threatened Mr Garnier, so that he turned back.

On reading their newspaper...

...this honest couple notices that they were the involuntary witnesses...

...of an abduction removal followed by an atrocious crime.

They're confronted with Ranucci.

They don't recognise him...

...but they risk being accused of not helping someone in danger.

Police play it dirty...

"We'll overlook this... But make sure you ID Ranucci."

That's crazy-talk.

Wait till we see the defense witnesses tomorrow.

By the time I got downstairs...

...the man in the red sweater had driven off in his Simca.

Mrs Andrei...

...you say the you were interviewed by the police, about this event.

I find no mention of it in the file.

Do you understand what this signifies?

No trace in the files?

No statement?

Three times.

Three times what?

The police had me in to question me, three times.

Nothing here.

- No questions? - Oh yes, your Honour.

Mrs Andrei...

You're telling us that this man in the red sweater...

...on the pretext of looking for his black dog...

...tried to force a little boy into his car...

...a little curly-hair? Who is "little curly-hair"?

- He's a little boy. - His name?

I don't know.

His parents moved out afterwards.

As they would!

And the attempt on your daughter and her friend...

...was that before or after the attempt on "little curly-hair"?

It was before.

But they didn't tell us about it until afterwards.

Would you explain to the jurors under what circumstances

you were asked to give this testimony?

I'd met his mother.

Address yourself to the court!

- Where was that. - At the jail.

At the jail?!

- What were you doing there? - I went to visit my son.

In jail!

Yes... he'd been arrested.

As you wish, Mr Blanche...

I repeat what I said to the other witness...

You don't appear in this file.

None of the statements concern you.

It's normal... since it's a different case.

The man in the red sweater has nothing to do with Ranucci.

I said that to the Superintendent when he showed me.

I said to him... "No... it's not him."

No questions?

You may go.

My daughters said he was wearing a red sweater.

And you never saw him?

Well no, I couldn't... I came home later.

A neighbour said that he'd shot off in a Simca 1100.

Second-hand evidence.

You may go.

Bring in the next witness.

Superintendent Robiana? This is Dubois.

They're surprised at the absence of records on the man in the red sweater.

What'll we do?

DEATH TO RANUCCI

Have confidence in him.

Be brave!

Be brave... We'll win!

Defend yourself!

I demand the death penalty for Christian Ranucci.

I demand it, because he is guilty.

I call for it because he is totally responsible.

I demand it because it is the law...

Three times over!

Counsel for the defense...

It's with...

great anxiety...

...and dread, that I stand before you.

The last line of defense...

...the last rampart, before your verdict...

...for which a death sentence is sought.

I have 3 adversaries before me.

The first one, is the counsel for the plaintiff.

I pay tribute to the breadth of his intellect.

He argued against my client as was his duty...

...but he was arguing about life!

For he couldn't bring himself to say he wanted the head of a 22-year-old boy.

That's what I received from the police.

I don't think there's any question about it being used.

Obviously... If I present this, annulment is guaranteed.

They haven't been shown to the defense.

My second adversary, is the prosecuting attorney...

...who, this morning, delivered one of the most outstanding indictments...

...that I've ever heard in my career.

My most redoubtable adversary...

...is you yourself, Ranucci.

You, who cannot inspire sympathy in people...

...with your dead fish eyes.

When we took you on, we wanted to understand you...

and then your unfortunate behaviour

has left you no more

than hate

and resentment.

I am pleading...

...the innocence of my client.

I maintain, too, that he is not in possession of all his faculties.

Don't get me wrong... I'm not pleading lack of responsibility

...for a crime which he didn't commit...

...but to explain the confessions he has made.

Are you going to sentence him to death, on such evidence?

Never mind... I'll do it... It's the finger of God.

I plead not guilty.

I plead for an acquittal.

Christian Ranucci...

...do you have anything...

This morning...

...the defense called witnesses to accredit...

...the existence of a man in a red sweater.

The defense attempted a shameless operation...

...leading you to believe that the police and the judiciary...

...had deliberately withheld the depositions.

Well, here they are!

I'll read it...

"The man...

"...was dressed in a green sweater."

Green. Not red!

Listen, it'd never happened before, do you understand?

We've never seen a prosecuting attorney, who had asked for the death penalty...

...take the floor after the defense.

Yes!... Even Pottecher agrees.

Of course it may affect the sentence on a legal technicality.

What?

Apparently a witness for the defence must have lied.

Well, all right.

I'll call back after the verdict... They're deliberating.

The witnesses had not lied, and they DID see a man in a red sweater.

'That confusion was created by a deposition deliberately slipped into the file...

...concerning a totally unrelated case...

...regarding a man in a green sweater.

Yes, green.

I will not tolerate any manifestation of approval...

...or of disapproval.

Here are the replies to the questions.

To the question...

"Is Christian Ranucci guilty...

"of deliberately causing the death

"of Eliza Garcia?"

The reply is "YES"...

They're crazy.

...by a majority of at least 8 votes.

To the question...

"Are there any extenuating circumstances in favour of the accused?"

The reply is "NO"...

...by a majority of at least 8 votes.

Christian Ranucci,

The court sentences you to the penalty of death.

You have 5 days to lodge an appeal.

Will the court rise!

It's done! He's got the death penalty!

It's done!... He's got the death penalty!

- It's all over. - What's happened?

Don't you realise?...

They've sentenced him to death.

Come on, I'll drive you back to Marseilles.

Don't worry, we'll certainly appeal.

It will be a new trial in a different environment, thank God.

Death to murderers!

Death!

Death to the murderer!

Murderer!

Take him to the guillotine now!

Mum...

...for 21 months now...

...we've both been waiting for the day of the trial...

...with hope, and with confidence in justice.

Now I'm kept in Death Row.

Perhaps I share some blame?

People told me that innocent or not, I should have confessed...

...that I would have been spared.

I couldn't confess, if I'd done nothing.

The Supreme Court has rejected the appeal

against the death sentence of Christian Ranucci.

There is no chance now for Ranucci to escape the gallows...

...other than a presidential pardon.

The president will see you now.

My respects, Mr. President.

Yes sir... speaking. What's happened?

It was impossible to gauge his opinion.

But I got a favourable impression.

How? Well, he was up on the case.

I'm at the home of a friend of the president's at the moment.

I'll get back to you with anything new.

Good night, Jean-Fran�ois.

Come on... don't worry...

He's always said he's against the death penalty.

A child would have to be kidnapped by tomorrow!

Call me if you learn anything.

Of course.

Our correspondent in Toulon

...has just reported that a 9-year old boy

has been abducted by an unknown man.

Witnesses have given a vague description...

Shit!

Hello, Christian.

How are you?

What about YOU?

A little bit tired.

You know...

...I can't understand why it's dragging it out like this..

It needs public opinion behind it...

...to stir up the press, the UN... the League of Human Rights!

I don't know!

Lodge a complaint, why don't you!

- Lodge a complaint! - Don't get worked up, stay confident.

Confidence... I have full confidence in the president.

The Pope sent me a blessed rosary.

Oh yeah?

Well, it was a nice thing to do.

Tell Monique that I'll write to her.

Very well.

I'll leave word when I see the lawyers.

I think there'll be something new.

See you.

Till Wednesday.

Till Wednesday.

Take a look at this!

I found something.

Superintendent Sevestre stated...

Two small girls have been the subject of an attempted abduction...

and the method used to attract them was the same...

...the black dog.

The connection is obvious.

Remember?

He said that the night Ranucci was arrested.

Yes, I remember it well. So?

So it shows that Mrs Andrei was not a false witness.

Why?

Mrs Andrei is the only one who brought up the black dog.

And on the Saturday, the same man with the red sweater...

...asked my daughter Agn�s and her girlfriend...

...to help find the black dog.

This article proves that the Superintendent

knew about Mrs Andrei's statement.

- You're right. - Sure am!... so...

When it got in the way...

...the inconvenient truth has been dispensed with!

The Ranucci case... from Associated Press...

The President of France has granted a pardon to Christian Ranucci.

Hey, kid! It's happened! You've been pardoned!

It was just on the radio!

- So you're happy? - Oh yes!

Thank you, sir!

You told me that you'd save him.

- How did you know? - It was on Radio 3

- and on Radio Monte-Carlo. - They might have let US know.

A lawyer isn't always informed about a pardon.

In other instances, yes.

I've things to attend to... You stay here.

We'll dine together and celebrate it with dignity...

Have some champagne!

There's a call for you, sir.

Excuse me.

Hello, yes... speaking.

What's that you're saying?

You're surely joking.

But that's just impossible!

Yes... I understand... Goodbye.

- You must be very happy. - Oh yes!

Listen everyone!

This is very hard for me to tell you...

It's unbelievable.

Radio 3 have phoned me.

The news item was incorrect.

Unauthorised.

I'll come with you.

I'll tell my lawyers!

- I'll tell my lawyers! - Your lawyers are here.

We're here, my boy. Your appeal was dismissed.

Be brave.

So what's the president been told?

You won't suffer...

I promise you won't suffer.

You've always shown courage.

But I'm innocent!

Keep yourself together my boy. You must be brave.

Think of your mother, who's shown so much courage.

You know very well that I'm innocent!

Even if you're not there, we'll continue to fight for you.

- Change him. - No!

You're hurting me!

- Not so tight! - We're barely squeezing him.

Do you want to pray, my son?

I do not!

It's from your mother.

She'd written to you, in the event...

My darling son...

I'm writing this in the event

that your pardon may be refused.

You've been a good son, and you never gave me any concern.

The police, every one of them, have lied. You've never done anything bad.

- No. - Cigarette?

Yes.

A light one.

You want to answer him?

I'll remember those last moments together, for the rest of my life.

Wherever I might be.

My whole life will be devoted to clearing your name.

The truth cannot stay hidden.

I will clear your name.

I swear I will.

Love and kisses.

Your mother, who loves you very much.

Ready to go?

Off you go!

Clear my name!

The two exhibits for the prosecution...

the flick knife and blue trousers, stained with blood,

disappeared from the judicial registry office,

after the Ministry of Justice had been notified

of the filing of a trial review application for the Ranucci case.

The knife was given the French army

and the blue pants sent to the state property department

to be destroyed.

Subtitles by FatPlank for KG.