All language subtitles for Le.Proces.Goldman.2023.FRENCH.1080p.WEB

-Me Chouraqui is here.

-Thank you.

-Good morning, Mr. Kiejman.
-Good morning, Mr. Kiejman.

Thank you for coming so quickly.

I need to read you something
that concerns you too.

"Me Kiejman,

"you are hereby relinquished
of my defense in favor

"of Messrs Bartoli and Chouraqui
who will do it without you.

"You would have insured it excellently
and would have used all your value

"to obtain my acquittal,
but I am convinced

"that you rejoice
in that which causes me damage

"and disempowers me.

"You experience a subtle pleasure.

"And however little inclined
to the dialectic

"of the relationship between defendant and lawyer,
this decision

"of which I am aware
a week before my trial

"is my way of asserting my freedom
in the face of your attitude.

"Thank you for everything
you've done for me.

"Pierre Goldman."

Did you know about this?

-Yes, he did.
He wrote to me a few days ago.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-I didn't take his letter seriously.

-Do you have it with you?
-No, I left it at the office.

-Can someone
make us wear it?

-I'm not sure it'll be crowded
at this hour.

-I think it's important. I'd like to read it.

Call us.

-If you like.

I'll just read you
a few extracts.

"Francis, I would like
to explain calmly

"my great hostility
against Kiejman.

"When someone declares
his friendship in writing

"and that I give mine in return,
that implies a genuine relationship.

"But Kiej stays in the fucking
rotten worldliness.

"It doesn't matter,
I still think

"that he can defend me very well,

"but I swear
I can't take this guy anymore."

Shall I continue?
-Yes, you go on.

-One: he is responsible for the fact
that the errors in my book

"in the 1st edition
have not been corrected

"on the 2nd and 3rd prints.

"He had to find something
to keep my money from being fucked.

"Everything he's found
has been ineffective.

"Two: he was to intervene
to the Nouvel Obs

"to find me a job.

"He didn't
and he laughed and said:

"'They'll always have a place
for you.

"Three: he didn't answer me

"on Christiane's
Christiane's presence at the trial.

"There's no way
that she testify and be subjected

"the disgusting voyeurism
of justice.

"Four: he tells me
the 1st private Python 357

"with Signoret and Montand,
or that he goes to Amsterdam

"find Depardieu and Adjani,
I don't give a shit."

I'll spare you the rest.

-No, not at all, you go on.

-I can't stand
his irony, his frivolity

"and his parlor Jew pettiness.

"He went out of his way

"and used my friend Régis Debray
to get into this affair

"by pretending
not to go in.

"It disgusts me.

"It may sound crass
by my prison paranoia,

"but it's the truth.

"Kiejman did the trick
sincerity.

"I'm just an opportunity for him

"to take center stage
of the legal news.

"What an exceptional scene
for him.

"He possessed me. I hate it.
It demoralizes me.

"It's no good
for me to arrive demoralized.

"Contact with him
is unbearable.

"My desire is to throw it away,

"but I don't want to make
without your opinion.

"Answer me quickly. Your friend, Pierre."

-What did you answer?

-That a week before the trial,
it was a mistake.

-He didn't listen to you.

-Yes, I just got out of the visiting room.

He will write to you
to ignore his letter.

-Salon Jew"?

Unbearable. Who does he think I am?

He doesn't know what I've done.
Nothing was given to me.

I come from a more
than his.

My mother could neither read nor write.
She brought us up alone.

He's the armchair Jew!

With his literary success
and his leftist fans.

-Don't pay any attention to him.
The trial makes him feverish.

-It's just too easy.
Who isn't feverish?

The stakes are colossal for me.
I've only done a few sit-downs.

For weeks I've been working

for this trial!

Sending a man
to the scaffold makes me sick.

It makes me nauseous,
I can't sleep at night.

All this to be insulted?

I want to drop everything,
I'm sick of it.

-Please don't,
don't let him down.

-Why should I? Give me a reason.

-Without you, he won't make it!

I know how important it is to you

you won't miss it.

-Why defend a man
who wants so little to get by?

He's suicidal.

-He saw his accusation
as a curse,

associates his ordeal
with the fate of his family,

lives as a martyr
without knowing the difference.

-The excuse for not answering
to the facts.

-No, on the contrary,
he wants to answer everything.

But he wants to keep control
over his defense

and believes he's his own best lawyer.

-We saw
what happened at the 1st trial.

-Try to understand him.
He feels he's the victim of an injustice.

-As far as you're concerned, he's innocent.
Don't you wonder?

-I refuse to ask myself.
It's like a friend in trouble.

A brother. I want to help him.
-A brother?

-Yes, a brother. A Jewish brother.

He's the scapegoat,
we've got to get him back

of the desert.
-Please...

Did you meet at Talmud?

-No, karate.

-When you come
from a good family,

it's rare to come across
a specimen like him.

-So, what do you
you going to do?

-I'll defend it,

but not only
for the reasons he thinks.

But help me contain it.

If we don't work calmly,
we won't make it.

Hubbub

-Madame Signoret!
-Come this way!

-Madame Signoret!
-Madame Signoret!

-Mme Signoret!
-Please!

-Mme Signoret!
-To your right.

-Madame Signoret!
-Madame Signoret!

-Madame Signoret!
-Madame Signoret!

-Mr. Debray? Please!

-Mr. Debray?
-Mr. Debray!

-Mr. Debray, this way.

Hubbub
-Hi, there. How are ya?

-Good morning to you.
-Good morning to you.

-Mr. Goldman?

Mr. Goldman? Mrs. Goldman?
-Come this way!

-To the right! Right there!

Yes, this way!
-Mademoiselle?

-Look there. To the right!
-Young man?

-Watch me.
-Young man?

-Turn right!
-Watch me. Look at me again!

-Me Garaud!
-Me Garaud?

-Please, Mr. Garaud!
-Please, Mr. Garaud!

-Over here!
-This way!

-This way.
-To your right!

-Master, please?
-Master! Master! This way, please!

-This is the bench for the plaintiff.
Please have a seat here.

We open a door.

-Goldman innocent!
-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

Cheers and applause

The applause dies down.

Camera clicks
-The trial is about to begin.

Please leave the room.

Ring

Please stand up.

Court and jury.

We open a door.

-Sir, please stand up
and confirm your full name,

date and place of birth,
profession and address.

-Goldman Pierre Bernard.

Born in Lyon on June 22, 1944.

No profession, no fixed abode
and detained in Fresnes prison.

-You may sit back down.

We will now proceed
to the indictment.

Pierre Goldman,
the facts with which you are charged

are as follows.

On December 4, 1969
around 8 p.m,

fraudulently took
approximately 2,500 francs

to the detriment of the Farmachi couple

to the closure of their drugstore,
25 rue de la Butte aux Cailles

in Paris's 13th arrondissement.

To have December 19, 1969 at 8:10 p.m.

armed robbery of a pharmacy
at 6 boulevard Richard-Lenoir

in Paris's 11th arrondissement.

Intentional homicide

on Simone Delaunay
and Jeanine Aubert,

the 2 pharmacists.

Attempted homicide
on Raymond Trocard

and Gérard Quinet, both wounded
shot at point-blank range.

On December 20, 1969
around 7:30 p.m,

attacked the company VOG,
located 34 rue Tronchet

in the 8th arrondissement, Paris
by 3 men, 2 of them black

for the sum of 22,675 francs.

To have January 16, 1970,
at 7:45 a.m., passage Ramey,

in the 18th arrondissement,
stolen from the cash register

family allowance
a sum valued at 7,800 francs

also with a black accomplice
black accomplice.

I would point out to the Court
that Pierre Goldman

acknowledges all the facts
with which he is charged

except those of the pharmacy
on boulevard Richard-Lenoir.

In this case, he has an alibi.

He says that on December 19,
from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m,

he was at a friend's house,
Joël Lautric,

47 rue de Turenne
in the 4th arrondissement, Paris.

It should be noted that his criminal record
up to that point

a single conviction

for insubordination
military service

and that the defense
did not wish to call

character witnesses.

Lawyers, will you

explain this point?

-It's our customer's choice,
Mr. Chairman.

-Mr. Goldman, would you care
explain yourself on this point?

-I have not called
any witnesses in my defense

because I consider myself totally innocent
in the pharmacy affair.

I stand before you
with this innocence alone,

without any of the traditional means
of these trials

which increase the pump's capacity,

the theatrical aspect
and everything else that repels me.

-BRAVO!
Cheers and applause

-Please!

Please!

-And furthermore,
as far as my morality is concerned,

it's obvious that, in terms
law and social morality,

I don't have one
because I committed 3 armed robberies.

Laughter from the audience
It would therefore be ridiculous

people,
prestigious and honorable,

declare to the Court
that I would be overwhelmed with qualities.

I am innocent
because I am innocent

and not because various people

emphasize
such and such a trait of my character

or my behavior.

It is well known
that many murderers

were very nice men,

of excellent moral character
and peaceful nature.

I want this case
to be judged on its merits

and on substance only

and I intend to contribute
this trial

from any artifice
that would obscure its essence.

Cheers and applause

-Thank you!

The president taps his fist.

Thank you!

Mr. Goldman,
we're going to tell the story of your life.

-My life?

All my life?
-Yes.

-It may take a while.

Laughs
-We've got plenty of time.

You were born

June 22, 1944 in Lyon

of a Polish Jewish couple,
resistance fighters and communists.

In 1945,
following suspicions of espionage

to the Soviet Union,
your mother is expelled from France

and moved back to Poland.

You stay with your father,
he entrusts you to your aunt

and gets you back a year later,
when he gets married

to Mrs. Ambrunn Ruth.

Your father and stepmother
officially recognize you

in 1949 and you will never see
your biological mother

10 years later,
on your 1st trip to Poland.

Your family and friends describe you
as having had a troubled childhood.

Can you tell us more?

-I refuse to express myself
on this intimate subject in public.

-To put it another way,
your biological mother

would she have lived
for her ideas?

-No. The proof is in the pudding.
Laughter from the audience

-Your schooling
up to the end of primary school

runs smoothly.

You do your college
in a boarding school.

You say in your book
premonitory:

"I liked that warmth
warmth."

In high school, things
become more chaotic.

In 1re, you take part
in a student revolt.

You're the animator.

-I was 10 years early.
Laughs

-You are enrolling at the Sorbonne
in social sciences.

In 1962, you joined
at the Union of Communist Students

for which you are
head of security.

Everyone describes you
as active and feisty.

At the same time, you're experiencing
depressive episodes.

You have several stays
in a psychiatric hospital.

We have some letters
from psychiatrists

about electroshock sessions
you may have undergone.

Can you tell us more
about these depressive episodes?

-I refuse to comment on that.
I want to stick to the facts.

-Very well, then. Let's get back to the facts.

At the end of this period,

you are avoiding
your military obligations.

-Yes.

-You're an "insoumis".
-Yes, I am.

-What exactly happened?

-I took my suitcase
to go to the barracks in Nancy.

And I changed my mind.
I joined my mother in Poland.

-You stay longer
than for summer vacations

you spent with her?

-I'm making up for lost time. I'm making up for lost time.

I want to get to know
with my parents' country.

Its history fascinates me, the war

the holocaust...

My mother takes me everywhere.

I'm going to the cemetery
of the last ghetto battles.

I'm going back to Auschwitz.
My mother took me there when I was 13.

-You say that at this time,
you finally meet her.

-Yes, that's it.

I'm old enough
for us to talk.

I discovered that despite the misery
Stalinism, the gulags,

she remained true to herself.

An activist,
a revolutionary at heart.

I ask her about the resistance,
about the war with my father.

I'm haunted by their story.

I'd like to be like them.

Relive that atmosphere of revolt,
feel that pride.

I want to be a Jewish warrior.

-A Jewish warrior? How about that?

-Yes.

To free myself
from the pain of being Jewish.

-So you wanted
to join the guerrillas?

-Absolutely.

-Your mother introduces you
to Cuban revolutionaries.

-Yes, but at first she refuses.

She's afraid for me,
thinks it's crazy.

-And yet it does.

-I'm so insistent that she gives in.

She writes to them
that I want to meet them.

I'm off to Havana to see them.

I return to Paris
to leave at their 1st signal.

-In Paris, you took part
in the events of May 68.

-Yes, but by a long way.

It's all
an imaginary power grab,

a parody of urban guerrilla warfare

where everyone returns
after throwing down their paving stones.

It's grotesque.

Laughs
I want to go back to Latin America.

-That's right,
in June 68, you left

to Venezuela, where you join
an armed group of 6 fighters.

How does it work?

-It's the most beautiful time
of my life.

Combat training,
camaraderie, clandestine life.

I have everything I dreamed of.

-How do you survive?
With what money?

-We sleep outside,

we eat what we're given,
we live on nothing.

-The leader of your group
is Oswaldo Baretto.

A highly erudite Francophile,
with a degree in sociology,

but also a man

with a troubled past,
experienced in armed combat

and the use of weapons.

In your book, you seem to be fascinated
fascinated by him. Why?

-He was the greatest writer
Latin America for me,

even though he hasn't written anything.
Laughter and applause

-You returned with him to Paris
in September 1969

and with 2 comrades
from your armed group.

Why this sudden return?
-We had other plans.

-Rumor has it
that you were involved there,

with your armed group,
in a major robbery.

You would have robbed
the country's largest bank

and would all be
wanted by the police.

Could this explain your
your hasty return?

-You name it, it's a rumor.

It's flattering,
but unfortunately false.

-We're wondering
whether Venezuela's

that you've abandoned your ideals.
-No, I haven't.

-And you've turned
into banditry.

-Certainly not.

-However, back in Paris,
you do nothing more.

You neither study nor work.

-I still want
to make a revolution.

I buy guns,

I'm writing a manual
for urban guerrilla warfare.

My old friends
think I'm crazy,

but I believe in it.

-Your old pals, as you call them,

described you at the time
as a stubborn man,

profiteering and temperamental.

-That's true, but the penal code
doesn't provide for that.

-Above all, you've become
totally idle.

You don't do anything anymore,
sleep all day,

go out every night

in West Indian music clubs
and drink a lot.

-It's true, I wasn't a gift,
but I don't deny it.

I don't see the link
between these undeniable facts

and the central case,
the heinous murders I'm accused of.

-It's the context in which
at the time of the event.

-Look...
It's true, I used to be like that.

But I never thought
opening fire on 2 unarmed women

who hadn't done anything to me.

-We'll ask you
about this later.

According to these same friends,
you had expensive tastes.

-Yes, if you like.

-You spend all your money.
You're a high roller.

-Yes!

I pay for a lot of tours.
Laughs

I spend a lot of money
with prostitutes.

I buy a lot of shirts
because I sweat

and I hate washing.

Because of this,
I'm forced to become a thief.

-There was no other way

to earn a living?

-Yes, of course.
-Less easy?

-It's not easy being a thief.
There are risks.

-Which ones?
-The death penalty, for example.

-Did you know
that the death penalty

for assault with a deadly weapon?

-Absolutely.
-Didn't that scare you?

-Much less than prison.

-Were you afraid of prison?

-A terrible fear.

-Isn't it contradictory
to choose a career as a criminal

when you fear prison?
-Yes, I do.

-So please explain.

-I was desperate.

I...

I felt
in a political void.

And I needed money,
that's all!

And...

I don't want
to dwell on the subject.

-Why is that?
-I'm not particularly proud.

-Mr. Goldman, would you call yourself
call you a gangster?

-Yes.
-And a murderer?

-No, certainly not!

If I'd robbed the pharmacy
on boulevard Richard-Lenoir,

I would never
opened fire on 2 women

who had never done anything to me, ever!

It goes against everything I stand for.

-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!
Cheers

GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!
-Thank you!

The president taps his fist.

Cheers
Please!

The cheering stops.
Thank you for your time.

We're done
with your résumé.

You can sit back down.

I quote Pierre Goldman
in his book.

"To my surprise,
I had with the various psychiatrists

"excellent relations.

"Notably, one of them,
a woman, Mme Boitel.

"We talked a lot,
she made me feel good.

"During an interview,
I understood about my robberies

"that it was a delusion,

"that I had been
the abyss of madness.

"I made a trivial
but important discovery.

"I was inflicting
a relentless punishment.

"A tribunal within me was governed
by a merciless law.

"I was only struck
in front of my dreams and ideals.

"Justice could not punish me
because in my crimes,

"I had already punished myself.

"These crimes were not about
armed robbery.

"I had punished myself
for not being like my father.

"A partisan.
Not to have been shot.

"For not fighting with Che.

"For not seeking out
Nazis to suppress them."

Madame, can you confirm
that Pierre Goldman entrusted you with this?

-Not exactly those terms,
but yes.

-What do these
these phrases about self-judgment?

-They look just like her.

-Would you interpret them
as an admission of guilt?

-No, it's just
a sign of its complexity.

He thinks a lot
about what's happening to him.

-What was your impression

when you met
Pierre Goldman in prison?

-He was in deep solitude.

Unable to relate
with others.

His thoughts were incoherent.
He was out of control.

He showed signs of anxiety.

I had a hard time
to get in touch with him.

-According to your 1st report,

you would have hesitated
to declare him schizophrenic.

-That's right.

-Why didn't you?

-I wasn't sure.

-But in these 1st reports,
you describe it as dangerous.

-Yes.

-Why?

-Given his psychological fragility,

I thought
in certain circumstances,

he could be dangerous.

Over time, my opinion has evolved.

My initial conclusions can no longer
be taken literally.

-Would you say
that he was fulfilled in prison?

-Yes.

-Would you say
he's happy in prison?

-Prison
is a reassuring environment.

-What about you, Goldman?
What do you think?

-In a way,
I like prison.

-Earlier
you were telling us the opposite.

-That was before I went.

I'm
I'm almost afraid to leave.

-Does Goldman's personality
seems compatible

with the alleged facts?

-I can't answer that directly.

But through
interviews with him,

I didn't detect
any particular aggressiveness

as described
in the pharmacy.

-What about the assaults
he admitted to?

-That they are of a different nature.
-In what way?

-From what I've observed

of my work
with prisoners,

the act is preceded by
a violent family history,

mental imbalance
imbalance.

Not so for Mr. Goldman.

-Thank you, Madame.
-Mr. Chairman?

-Go ahead, Me Garaud.

-Madam, is it true
that before his 1st trial,

to express the esteem
in which he held you,

Goldman would have given you
flowers picked in prison?

-That's true,
but I don't see the connection.

-I can see that.

You might think
that Goldman seduced you

and loses your objectivity.

Booing
-Please!

Me Garaud, please.

-Mr. Chairman?

Allow me to read
a letter from Dr Oury,

which hosted
Pierre Goldman for several months

in his psychiatric clinic
de Laborde at the age of 18.

-You're welcome.

-Pierre Goldman
presented on his arrival

"a dissociative state
with elements of anxiety

"manifesting
by impressive raptures

"and thoughts of suicide.

"It seemed to be
an episodic psychotic state

"having started when he was young
with depressive phases

"against a background of paranoid tendencies

"and an unstructured personality.

"He should have
been followed for a long time,

"but it was difficult to intervene

"so distrustful was he
and felt persecuted."

Unlike you, Dr Oury
does not rule out psychosis.

-No, I didn't.
Like you, I read this letter.

Dr Oury
speaks of psychotic episodes.

No psychosis.

I'm in complete
with him.

-So Pierre Goldman cannot be
be declared irresponsible?

-Absolutely.

-Thank you very much.

-Miss,
confirm to the clerk

your full name,
date and place of birth,

profession and address.

-Miss Sucab Christiane,
30, born in Guadeloupe,

currently unemployed

and residing
66 rue Daguerre, Paris.

-You have a relationship with the accused
so you don't have to take an oath.

-Yes.

-Tell us
how you met,

Pierre Goldman and you.

-In the early winter of '69,
at a West Indian party.

A friend of mine introduced us.

-Joël Lautric?
-Yes.

-Mr. Goldman's alibi?
-Yes, Mr. Goldman's alibi.

-How did this
meeting go?

-We danced a little and then...

We left the party,
walked through Paris and...

We didn't leave each other's side
for several weeks.

-And then?

-He disappeared overnight.

I never heard from her again.
I went back to Guadeloupe.

-In Guadeloupe
where you got married?

-Yes.

-You have renewed contact
with Pierre Goldman

when you heard
he'd been arrested.

-Yes.

-How did you get back in touch?

-We wrote to each other and...

When I returned to Paris,
I went to see him in prison.

-What did you tell him
in your letters?

-Do I have to answer?
-No, you don't.

-No.
Sigh

Mr. Goldman talks about your relationship
in his book.

"I was overcome
with a violent love for this woman

"which arose
of a decisive time in my past.

"I was fighting
to destroy this love, to annihilate it,

"I wanted to get it out of my flesh and soul,
but I couldn't.

"I told him on December 21, 1969

"that one day I would reach the end
and see his eyes.

"I had come to the end
and I could see his eyes,

"I hadn't forgotten them.

"I wrote to her
that I wanted to marry her,

"live with her, live at all,
that we would have children.

"They wouldn't be
swarthy Jews with Negro blood,

"but negroes
with Jewish blood."

How do you explain
Pierre Goldman's passion

for Caribbean culture?

-I can't explain it.

-Goldman, how do you explain this?

-That's because I am too,
I'm a nigger.

-Bah voyons...

-A Jew and a black man,
are the same thing.

-Mr. Chairman?
-Mr. General Counsel.

-Madam, in your 1st police statement
to the police,

you stated
in the days following the crime,

the accused showed an interest
in what the newspapers

reported on the case.

-I don't remember saying that.

-This is noted
in black and white in the PV.

Can you confirm this?

-Come in, mademoiselle.

-I'll say it again,

I have no recollection
saying that.

-Goldman,
you read all the articles

on the
boulevard Richard-Lenoir

in the days following the crime?
-Yes, that's right.

-Why this interest
in this case?

-Probably because I had
the desire to be accused.

-You've been granted your wish.

Booing
-At last, Goldman!

You can't
content with this formula.

Answer truthfully.

-I was driven in spite of myself
towards this double homicide.

I can't explain
explain why,

but a strange breath
drew me towards these 2 murders.

-To the point of committing them?
-Not at all!

Booing
-Me Garaud,

you will speak
when it's your turn!

-I'm still quoting you.

You describe Pierre Goldman
at the time of your meeting as

"unbalanced, drinking a lot

"and dreaming of dying
with weapons in hand,

"after shooting police officers,

"supposed to represent
bourgeois society."

Would you describe it
the same way?

-Certainly not.
-Why not?

Because you became his companion?

-It's nothing to do with that.
-Why did you say that?

-The police
forced me to say it.

-Are you accusing the police
of suborning your answers?

This is serious.
-This is outrageous!

-It's the truth!

-Madame is not the only one
to have made such remarks.

At that time,

all of Pierre Goldman's
of Pierre Goldman describe him

as violent, rowdy, dangerous

and unsavory.

I quote Mr. Caprice,
Mr. Lautric's brother-in-law.

"I had the opportunity to see him

"to express his political views
and in his words,

"it was clear
that he had no worries

"for human lives

"if it got in the way
his objectives.

"He was an extremist."

-If everyone you mentioned
said anything bad about me to the police,

it's for the same reasons
as Christiane.

I point out
that they are all black

and that's the only reason

that they were manhandled
by the police as soon as they arrived!

Applause

Cheers
-Please!

Please!
The president bangs his fist.

-Are you implying
that the police are racist?

-I imply it

and I affirm it.

Cheers
-It's a disgrace!

-Please!

-Mr. Chairman...
The cheering stops.

My client wanted to say
that some police officers

are racist,
not the entire police force.

-No, the police are racist.
All the police.

Cheers

-Please!
The president bangs his fist.

Cheers

-Please!

Take your seats!

The president taps his fist.

Thank you, mademoiselle.
You may sit back down.

-Alter Moïse Goldman.

Born in Poland on November 30, 1909.

Residing at 36 rue Pierre Valette
in Montrouge.

Shopkeeper.
-You are the father of the accused.

You were born
in a poor shtetl family.

You immigrated to France in 1927
to escape discrimination

and pogroms against Jews.

During the war, you became
a hero of the resistance.

-Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

-Let's talk a little
about your childhood in Poland.

-Do you think
my case is interesting?

It's about my son
we're talking about.

-Very good.

Tell us about the 1st years
of your son's life.

-The conditions in which
his mother and I lived in Lyon...

were trying,
dreadful, even.

We didn't get along very well.

We argued.

-What were the reasons?

-Mostly politics.

But in reality,
we argued about everything.

-You're talking about
of Janca Sochaczewska,

the accused's biological mother?
-Yes.

-She fights in Lyon
in the same cell as you?

-Yes, she is the secretary
of the resistance

for the entire Lyon region.

-You're falling in love.

It's against this backdrop of war
that you make a child.

-She's the one
who wants it more than anything.

For her, it's a challenge to death.

She believes that this child
will continue the fight

and sing for the oppressed.

-Tell us a little more
about this woman.

-Janca is Polish, like me.

She grew up in a more
religious background than I did.

His father studied Torah,
he was a fanatic.

She rebelled
against him.

She became
communist militant,

despite his father's prediction
that communism

would bring misfortune everywhere.

As communists
were hunted down,

she got arrested.

Her mother came to find her
in prison and said:

"Easter is coming,
we would like you to accept

"unleavened bread."

Janca got up without answering,

leaving her mother
alone in the visiting room.

When she came home,
her father chased her away.

The next day, she left
Poland for France.

-I quote your son in his book.

"At liberation,
my father left my mother,

"or she leaves him,
or they separate.

"I stay with my mother, who works
at the Polish Embassy.

In 47, for various reasons
she had to leave France.

"I remember,
we were about to leave for Poland,

"but taking advantage
my mother's absence,

"my father,
with fellow resistance fighters

"came to take me away.

"My mother couldn't do anything.

"She couldn't provide
proof that I was her son

"because she had to give birth
under a false identity.

"She went back to Poland
without me.

"I don't know if my father
kept me because he loved me.

"He didn't want
his son to live in a country

"where Jews had been exterminated.

"An anti-Semitic country.
Antisemitic and Stalinist.

"A cursed country, he says.

"That's all I know.

"My father never expresses
his feelings."

Is your son telling the truth?

-I admit I may have said
about the Poles.

I've always wanted
the good of my son

and made sure
that he had everything he needed.

When I remarried

with Ruth,
we took him back with us.

My wife recognized him and raised him
as her own child.

-He has never

posed any problems?

-The problems came late,
in adolescence.

He was expelled
from several high schools.

He was undisciplined.

At home,
we sometimes had arguments too.

But I swear...

that he has never
laid a hand on anyone.

Not his brothers, not his sister
let alone his mother-in-law.

My son is incapable
of shooting a woman.

But if he had,
the bond between us would no longer exist.

I would never have
gone to see him in prison.

-But it took you 2 years
to visit him.

-Why?

You were waiting
to be convinced of his innocence?

How did he convince you?

-He wrote me a letter.

He swore his innocence on my head

of one of our comrades beheaded
by the Vichy police in '44.

-And you believed him?
-Yes, I did.

-Before he wrote to you,
did you think he could do it?

-No, because I know that even
in the worst of times, my son

couldn't give up
respect for life.

-But that's enough!

It doesn't matter,
my father thinks what he wants!

What's the difference?

It's not a question of
whether I am capable of these crimes.

I'm not guilty!

I'm not guilty!
-Goldman, shut up.

Let's start again.

Other assaults,
you thought he was capable of?

-No, I haven't either.

-He recognized them all.
-Yes, I know he did.

-How do you explain them?

-Perhaps it's
a kind of suicide.

At age 16, for example, at boarding school,
after an argument with a classmate,

he threw himself into the void,
went through a glass roof.

He suffered serious head injuries.

Maybe it's all my fault.

I'm sorry I didn't understand you.

You know, before I read your book...

Sigh

I didn't know you.

-Do you have any questions?

-I'd like to ask you a question.

Why didn't the defendant's mother
not appear?

-She wanted to come,
but didn't get a visa.

-How could this happen?
Her son is facing the death penalty.

-In the eyes of the law,
she's not his mother.

She was unable to justify
her trip.

-It's a defense strategy
to put away

the sulphurous reputation
of the accused's mother.

Suspicions of espionage,
prison in Poland,

calls for insurrection,
abandonment of family responsibilities...

Booing
In aid of genealogy

more glorious than his father,
resistance fighter, patriot...

What a beautiful picture!

-But stop, who are you
to talk about my parents?

What have you done in your life?

What have you experienced? Not a thing!

My parents
are exemplary and courageous.

They're heroes.

They have been through
exceptional trials.

I wanted to be worthy of them,
but I've gone astray,

I fell into partying,
drinking, hold-ups.

It's up to me to ask their forgiveness.

-Thank you, sir. We're finished now.

15-minute suspension.

-I didn't want
Christiane to testify.

Why did you let this happen?

-The public prosecutor summonsed her to appear.

-And my father?

Forced to justify himself.
What a humiliation for him!

I'll never forgive you.

Why does my family
have to go through all this?

-Your fault!
You're the one to blame!

Now sit down.

The witness part
will be the trickiest part for you.

-Is it?
-Yes.

Leave it to us.

We're going to discredit them
with method...

-I've already done it in my book.
-Is this a joke?

You were alone in your cell!

The game was easy.
Now they'll be ahead of you.

You were without a contradiction,
this will be different.

I would ask you
not to make things difficult for us.

Control your moods,
resist your good words.

Stop talking about police conspiracies

or machination.

We don't know what's
in the minds of jurors.

It can be disastrous for you.

And resist
Garaud's provocations.

This guy's smart, he's treacherous.

He wants to get you off
we've seen.

If he succeeds, he will have won.

Do you understand me?

-Mr Jobard, at the time of the events,
you were commissioner

to the 4th territorial brigade.

You have received the confidences
from a certain "X2".

Remind the Court
under what conditions

you took his testimony.

-March 1970,
3 months after the event,

one of our indicators
reported to us

that a certain "Goldi"
was the perpetrator of assaults

including
boulevard Richard-Lenoir.

The afternoon of the tragedy,
he had a drink with Goldman

in the Odéon district.

He confided in her that he had planned
an attack on a creamery

on the same day
in the Saint-Paul district.

He would have shown him 2 weapons,
a Herstal and a P38.

-But how did this
this indicator become convinced

that Pierre Goldman
was responsible for the murders?

-Goldman is said to have told her

a few days later.
-It's not true!

I never saw him again after that drink.

-Why is this man accusing you?

-He's a moron
ready to say anything

to make themselves look good.

(-Why does he keep going?)
(-I don't know.)

-His mind is so simple

that he did a little synthesis
disastrous for me.

-A brief summary?

-He compiled articles

on the news.

He learned that a Herstal
had fired into the pharmacy

and that the murderer
had the same satchel as me.

It was so beautiful! It all fit together.

He convinced himself
that I was the culprit.

This guy's a moron.

-I thought you said
he was a friend of yours?

-By using
with quotation marks.

Laughter from the audience
-And because he's a friend of yours,

you refuse to give his name?

-No.

When I was a kid, my father told me
never to tell on anyone.

The only one of his commandments
I obey.

-But you gave

the names of your friends
you thought

that they would provide you with an alibi.

What's the difference?

-Nothing to see.
It's not denunciation.

-I don't understand why

you insist on protecting this X2.

By giving us his name,
he would appear

and would be confronted
his "lies".

-I'll say it again,
I will never give anyone away.

-Goldman, that's enough!

Give us
the name of this informant.

Your future is at stake.

-No, I can't.

-Please,
Mr. Chairman?

-Mr. Goldman,
put yourself in our shoes.

We don't understand
this indicator thing.

-It's so simple!

Because of his outlandish testimony,
the law is stacked against me.

This man is the source
of all my misfortunes.

-Wouldn't it be simpler
to have him testify?

-Yes, surely!
But I won't give it away.

My morals completely forbid it.

I was arrested
for heinous acts

and sordid hold-ups
I recognized.

But in this rot,

I reserved for myself
a share of heroism

and I took an oath
never to give anyone away.

-Unless it's
for a less noble reason.

Booing in the audience
-What are you implying?

-It can be assumed
that it does not give X2

because his testimony overwhelms her.

-Her testimony doesn't overwhelm me,
on the contrary!

He exonerates me!

X2 was wrong about my weapons,
my clothes, my satchel...

Absolutely everything! It's absurd.

Assembly hubbub

-Can I get back to the facts?

-Please go ahead.
-Thank you for your time.

Mr. Jobard,
when X2 denounced Goldman,

he indicated a hideout in Belleville

where police
found weapons,

but not the ones who shot
in the pharmacy?

-True, but the weapons described
were compatible.

-But as my client states,

Did X2 make a mistake
on weapon identification?

-Yes.

-If he could have been wrong about that,
he could have been wrong about Goldman.

This does not mean that Goldman
was not at the scene of the crime

with other pistols,
but not that it was there either.

-Yes.

-So there is no
material proof

of Goldman's presence
at the scene of the crime?

-That's right.

-No, no!
Applause

Let's be serious,

Mr. Chairman!

Never mind
X2's lack of precision.

His information
enabled police officers

back to the witnesses,
all of them,

recognized Goldman.
Booing

We tap our fists.

-Thank you, Commissioner.

-As I entered the pharmacy,
my 1st surprise

is that the safety system
is triggered.

Despite the alarm,
I make my way to the counter.

Here, feet appear
in the back room.

They are those of Mlle Delaunay,
my wife's boss.

She's lying on her back.

His coat fully buttoned.

Her scarf tied around her neck.

Inanimate.

I walk around the counter,

and then the horror struck.

My wife is lying
on the floor in front of me.

She wears leather gloves

and the ¾ wool
black and white check

that I had just offered her.

At first, I thought
she'd asphyxiated.

I smelled something strange.

Back in the back room,
I see Mlle Delaunay's face

bathed in a pool of blood.

And I understand everything.

Near her,
a man lies on the ground.

Blood drips from his face,
but he's still breathing.

Sigh

Always
that deafening ringing.

I run out,
calling for help.

I'll send for a doctor, but...

I know that for Jeanine
and her boss, it's too late.

Every evening,
I would pick up my wife

to bring her home
and find our little Florence,

aged 28 months at the time.

-Goldman, murderer!

-As I entered,
I saw the 2 pharmacists

"in the back room.

"They had their coats
on them, ready to go.

"I noticed a man
in front of the 2 women,

"obviously frightened.

"He came at me,
his pistol in his hand.

"He put the barrel to my stomach
and said:

"'You go that way too.'

"As he looked
at the women,

"I've unloaded
of my wallet

"by throwing it against the wall.

"It was supposed to contain 500 francs.

"He had us put
in the back of the store

"by holding us at gunpoint.

"Addressing me, he said:
'And you, give what you have.'

"I replied
that I didn't have any money,

"just a 5-franc coin
to buy my medicine.

"I added:

"'You're the king of the suckers,
you're going to get caught.

"I made the gesture
to show him the coin

"and the man shot me.

"I fell
into a closet next door.

"I heard the 2 women shout:

"'No! No! No!'

"Another shot
and I lost consciousness.

"The killer looked about 30,
a little taller than me.

"His face was elongated, thin,

"very swarthy complexion,
Mediterranean type,

"Spanish or Portuguese.

"He was wearing a cap
made of leather or waxed cloth

"and a dark grey raincoat.

"He expressed himself
very well in French.

"In all certainty,

"I recognized Goldman among those
I was presented to the police.

"I also recognized his voice.

"I have no doubt."

This is the deposition
of Mr. Raymond Trocard,

former resistance fighter
and survivor of the massacre

boulevard Richard-Lenoir,

who has since died
in a car accident.

Mrs. Carel,
you stopped by with your husband

in front of the pharmacy
at the time of the incident.

You prevented
your husband from intervening.

You went to raise the alarm
at the Jean Bart café.

Before you ran away, did you have
time to see the assailant?

-Yes, from behind...
-You can't hear anything!

-Speak a little louder.

-Yes, from the back.

-How would you describe the man
you saw that day?

-A dark silhouette,
very drawn,

holding a pistol
in his right hand.

-Have you seen these details from the back?

-No, it was ¾,
almost in profile.

-Goldman, stand up,
stand ¾ profile.

-Which way,
Mr. Chairman?

-Which side, ma'am?
-Right side.

-Turn towards the wall.

Laughter in the audience

Do you recognize the man
seen in the pharmacy

December 19, 1969?

Take your time,
your answer is important.

-Now I don't know.

His face
was perhaps more angular.

But when I
into the room

and I saw it,
I felt the same way

than in the pharmacy.

-What do you mean by
by "felt"?

-I had the same feeling.

-It is possible to judge a man
for facts so serious

on a feeling?

Are you aware
the consequences?

-Don't intimidate witnesses,
it's too easy.

-Excuse me.

You say you feel
the same feeling.

What do you mean by this word?

-I want to say that
when I entered the room

and I saw him,
I was afraid of him

like the day of the pharmacy.

-Did his appearance frighten you?
-Yes, it did.

-It is close to that
of the man in the pharmacy?

-Stop blowing answers.

-Me Kiejman, be more neutral.

-Good.

You say you were afraid of him.
What do you mean by this?

-That when I saw him
just now...

That it did the same to me...

It grabbed me in the gut.

-All the while thinking
he doesn't look like him?

-Yes, it does.

-Here we are.

Madame has just shared with us,
more than 6 years later.

She adds that this man
looks like the one in the pharmacy.

She doesn't say it's him,
but that it looks like him.

I'm not surprised.

Mr. Goldman fits
her image of a murderer.

Her fantasies
override her memories.

Who are we kidding?

We all know that the killer
is not a tall blond man.

This trial,
for lack of material evidence,

is based on testimonials alone.

We should condemn
who looks like the murderer?

No, this isn't justice!
We must find this man!

Applause
-The process is unbearable!

Me Kiejman
extorts answers from witnesses

to place
his prepared monologue.

Booing
Pre-prepared and grotesque.

If he looks like the killer,
why look for another?

Laughs
-Are we done here?

-Almost.

Francis, the photo.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
do you recognize Pierre Goldman?

-Yes, it's him.
-Yes, it is.

-That's the one.

-No, it's not him.

I would have liked to please you,
but he's a comedian.

Here's what I think
about the objectivity of witnesses.

-I was having an aperitif at the Jean Bart
with my cousin.

A man and a woman shouted:
"We're shooting at the pharmacy!"

I'm not hesitating, I'm going.

As I run, I can still hear
one or 2 gunshots.

I stumble into the pharmacy
and behind the counter,

a man shouts at me:
"Don't move or I'll kill you."

He shoots at me
but his gun jams.

He turns to leave
and I try to intercept him.

But because of his raincoat,
it slips through my hands.

I set off in pursuit,
catch up with him on the median strip

and tackles it to the ground.

The moment I immobilize him,
the bastard pulls out a 2nd pistol

and shoots me at point-blank range.

I collapse to the ground.

I hear passers-by
come to my rescue

and I lose consciousness.

-Mr. Quinet, you're a policeman,
but you weren't on duty tonight.

You acted in good conscience.

On behalf of the entire Court,
I salute your courage.

-Thank you, Mr. Chairman.
I've only done my duty.

-Can you confirm

that the man
in the cubicle to your left

is the one who shot you

boulevard Richard-Lenoir
on December 19, 1969?

-Yes, it's him.
Hubbub in the audience

-Are you sure?
-Absolutely sure.

-Mr,

if I may say so,

I remind you that M. Quinet,
since the beginning of the affair,

never ceases to contradict itself.

He first describes the assailant
as a mulatto.

The next day, to the police,
that he's a Mediterranean type,

wearing a jacket,

then he'll talk about a raincoat
brown or navy blue.

Well, a gabardine.

He gives her 35 years,
then 30, then 25.

He says he entered
the pharmacy,

even though witnesses confirm
that he never crossed the threshold.

Furthermore,
witnesses say that the assailant

had a cap,
he never talks about it.

If we choose arithmetic,
the many others are right

and M. Quinet, alone, is wrong.

We are told that M. Quinet
is a key witness.

What are these statements worth?

Nobody doubts that,
least of all me,

your heroism and good faith,
but there are too many contradictions

to make Mr. Goldman
the man who shot you.

-My lawyer talks about the good faith
of agent Quinet.

I'd call it
his bad faith.

It may even be biased.

-What do you mean by that?

-My lawyer
disagrees with me,

but there was
a police plot against me

and that agent Quinet
was their instrument.

Hubbub
As soon as I was arrested,

I was designated
as the ideal culprit.

Agent Quinet was guided
to recognize me.

-Mr. Goldman is talking nonsense.

I was brought
in front of the two-way mirror,

I recognized him immediately,
even his voice.

I'd recognized him from a photo
a few days before.

I had no hesitation.

But I made it clear to the police
that my attacker was older.

-No, this photo

is proof that everything was arranged.

The police have chosen a cliché

on which it is impossible
to recognize me.

But Agent Quinet,

who would have seen me for a few seconds
at nightfall

recognized me in this photo

without hesitation?

-M. Quinet,
immediately after the tragedy,

at 8:15 p.m,
to a passer-by who came to rescue you,

You would have declared:
"Manure's got me.

"I've got a bullet in my gut,
I'm screwed.

"He's a mulatto."

You confirm you said that?

-It could be.
It went fast, I don't remember.

Booing and laughter
-Hush!

-What do you
by the term "mulatto"?

-Someone with a matte or tanned complexion.

-What would you say
Mr. Goldman's complexion?

-He's less tanned than... Than before.

Laughter in the audience

Applause
-Hear, hear!

-Hush!
-I read the definition

of "mulâtre" in the Littré.

"Born of a Negro and a white woman.

"Derived from the Spanish 'mulo',
meaning 'mule'."

I'll let anyone be the judge.

-I don't remember
saying "mulatto".

Hubbub
On the other hand...

On the other hand!

I remember what
what I told the police

the next day at the hospital.

That he was a Mediterranean type,

that he spoke French
and that he wasn't Arab.

-It matches the defendant,

but also
thousands of men in Paris.

-No! No!
Cheers

Mr. Chairman!

-Quiet! Quiet!
-Let's get serious!

-Quiet!
-Don't! Don't!

We're not here to quibble
to quibble over definitions.

I remind you that 2 women
lost their lives

and that this man
almost lost his.

This is very serious!

Booing
-We don't argue

the seriousness of the facts,
but we show how

prejudice alters testimony.

-Prejudice,
it's Mr. Goldman who thinks

that the police are racist.

He wrote it in his book!
I quote it from memory.

He writes of M. Quinet
that he manifests

"clear racist hilarity
of a policeman."

He adds "natural".
What a shame!

A disgrace!
-BRAVO!

Cheers and boos

-Quiet! Quiet! Be seated!

The hubbub ceases.
Mr. Quinet...

Do you admit to having uttered
the term "mulatto"?

-Just listen...

I don't know what I said.
I know what I saw.

Laughter
-Quiet!

-I saw him in full light
in the pharmacy.

Then face to face
on the median strip.

Mr. Chairman,
a man shooting at you,

we never forget it.

-Mlle Lecoq, the day of the tragedy,
you come out of a hairdressing salon

at 27 boulevard Richard-Lenoir,
walk towards the Bastille

and you see
a fight between 2 men.

One collapses to the ground.
The other flees, jostling you.

Is that it?
-Yes, that's right.

-The police won't hear from you
23 days after the event.

Why so late?

-I went home,
I was emotional.

-Emotional?

Slight laughter
-Yes.

-To have seen a fight
between 2 men?

-Yes.

-The next day, you didn't think
to go to the police?

-No, it wasn't.
For me, it was just a fight.

-Why did you go
23 days later?

-I heard there were deaths.
-Did they?

Who told you that?

-I can't remember.

-Make an effort, it's important.

-Probably my hairdresser friend.
That was a long time ago.

-Would you say that the man
who pushed you

on the boulevard that evening

is the one in the cubicle
to your left?

-Yes, it is.
-Take your time.

Take a good look.
Your answer is important.

-I don't need
to take my time.

I'm sure it's him.

-How to be so sure of yourself

whereas in your deposition,
you claim to have seen

agent Quinet in uniform
without hearing gunshots?

-What's your answer, mademoiselle?

-I don't know what
what monsieur is talking about.

-In your statement

January 11, 70,
you said you were present

to a fight on the median strip

between a man in civilian clothes
and a police officer.

So in uniform?
-Yes, in uniform.

-However, agent Quinet
was off duty, in civilian clothes.

-I saw an agent in uniform.

-Still in your deposition,

you say you didn't hear
shots.

Can you confirm this?
-Yes, I can.

-How could you have seen this fight
and hear nothing

when the facts occurred
at the same time and place?

-I don't know, but I'll say it again,
he's the one who pushed me.

-All right, then...

How would you describe the man
who pushed you?

-He was weird,
like a madman.

-What do you mean by "a madman"?
-Well, a madman.

-Would you have declared to this madman:

"You can't apologize,
you louse?"

-Yes, I said that.

-Why did you say that?

-I thought he was an Arab.

-You agree
that the man in the booth

is not an Arab?

-Yes, but he looks like an Arab.

-What do you mean by
"an Arab face"?

-I mean, he's got a long nose,
dull complexion, like the Arabs.

-Plus, I'm circumcised.

-What do you say, Goldman?

-On top of that, I'm circumcised,
like the Arabs.

Laughter in the audience

-Madame...

Where did the man
came from?

-From the median strip.
-Where was he going?

-To the metro.

-Where did the impact take place?
On the sidewalk? On the pavement?

-On the sidewalk.
I've said it 100 times.

-Was he running?
-No, he was walking at an angle.

-At an angle? Isn't that you?

-Not at all, I was walking straight!

-It's a way of saying
you're talking nonsense.

-I'm not talking nonsense!

-Mr. Chairman,
please call Mr. Kiejman to order,

he influences and demeans witnesses
to get answers.

-Noted. Mr. Kiejman, please continue,
but stop this process.

-Where do you think the man was going
when he ran away

after you've been pushed around?

-To the metro, I told you.
-What subway?

-Bastille metro station.
-Are you sure?

-Absolutely.
-I note to the Court

than according to other testimonials,

the man fled
towards the Bréguet-Sabin metro station.

Madame saw a policeman,
but in uniform.

She didn't hear any gunshots.

She saw the man running away,
but not to the right subway station.

It's enough to drive you crazy.

Madam, I'll ask the question again.

Did you see the man fleeing
towards the Place de la Bastille?

-Yes, absolutely.

-And yet,
I've explained, it's not true.

What to do with your insurance

when you say
that it's Pierre Goldman?

-It's not the same thing.
It's not the same thing.

-Very interesting.

Are there 2 types of certainty?

One that would lead us
to the truth

and the other
that would mislead us?

You're an empiricist,
subjectivity is all that counts.

That silhouette you saw,
because it's your conviction,

contains more truth
than the objective world?

-Please, someone will devote themselves

to stop my colleague
in this philosophy class?

-Let me finish.
-Please don't!

Assembly hubbub

-Such violence.
-I won't let you finish.

You weren't there,
ma'am, yes, I was.

Your interpretations
are further from the truth

than its approximations.

Shocked and unsure of her whereabouts
where she is,

she may have been mistaken
about the direction of the runaway

but tell the truth about the rest.

No one claims
that witnesses are infallible.

-I'm done, thank you.

-M. Pluvinage,
you are a retired doctor

and live on the 4th floor
of 6 boulevard Richard-Lenoir,

the same building as the pharmacy.

Describe
what you saw and heard

from your windows that evening.

-I heard gunshots.

I've done some shooting in the past.

I realized
it was a big gun.

I rushed to my window

and I saw a man
coming out of the pharmacy

and another, to pursue it.

The 2nd caught up with him
on the median strip,

knocked him to the ground
and a 2nd shot went off.

The pursuer collapsed.
The assassin ran towards the subway.

-What time was it?

-A little before 8 pm,
I was about to sit down to dinner.

-Describe
the man who ran away.

-Tall, athletic,

dark hair, dull complexion,
deep-set eyes.

-All at night,

with fog and from a distance.

I checked the distance
between your windows and the sidewalk.

You have an eagle eye, bravo.

-Thank you.

I'm a microscopy specialist.

It requires
precise vision.

-Allow me
your precision.

You've been varying your statements
for the past 6 years.

The man described is worthy

metamorphoses
of Descartes' wax piece.

It's Pierre Goldman for you.

So much so that you remember
signing your deposition

to the criminal brigade
before a judge

seated next to her was a lawyer
identified as Gisèle Halimi.

Everyone knows that there are
neither lawyer nor judge

to the criminal brigade
and that if Pierre Goldman

has had many supporters,
I know,

Gisèle Halimi
was never one of them.

And your courage,
don't brag about it.

You've been gossiping
your concierge and neighbors

rather than rescue
the man down

or call the police.
-No! Mr. President?

Let's stop this massacre!

We are inclined to judge
the morality of the witnesses.

That's not the point!

It's a technique
to divert us from the case.

Booing
Mr. Goldman theorized it

in his book.

He says, from memory,
that we should delve into the past

and political opinions
of Mr. Pluvinage.

-I've said it and I stand by it.

The past and political opinions
of witnesses

should be surveyed
insofar as mine

under the microscope.

-It's not...
Let's just talk about anti-Semitism!

Is this witness anti-Semitic?

-I don't see what that has to do with anything.
-Yes, it's important to know.

As important as
my biography.

The same goes for police officers
and their political opinions.

Booing
Inspector Goussard, yes,

during an interrogation...
-Pierre, shut up!

-Just a moment.

He told me he had nothing
against the Israelites.

And that he knew
very well.

I thought he was going to tell me

that he had saved some.
-But no!

Laughter
-No! Mr. Chairman,

such misleading statements
cannot be uttered

in a court of law, it's scandalous!

It's an insult to the search
and to the institution!

-I'm the one who's insulted,
right from the start!

All the witnesses are racists!

All of them!

Applause
-All racists!

-Quiet!
-Stop! Stop! Stop! It's all over.

-I'm doing something!
-It's all over!

-Mr. Chairman,
we are reduced

to judge the supposed opinions
of honest people,

for some
traumatized by the events.

If it can be proven
that such and such a witness

is racist or anti-Semitic,
it remains credible.

That makes Mr. Goldman
Mr. Goldman a murderer!

-You racist!
-Let me finish!

-You're a racist!
A rotter, a fascist!

A racist!
Cheers

I can smell them, the racists!
-Stop it, Pierre!

-Fuck you!
-Goldman, shut up!

-Fuck you!
-Stop it! Stop it!

-You have no right!
-I'm innocent!

That gives me every right!

-I request that you
to notify the insults

of which I am the subject.

-Goldman,
apologize to Me Garaud.

-Out of the question!
-Pierre! Pierre!

-This guy is a fascist
and a racist!

He's defending a racist police force!
Hubbub

-Assassin!

-Come and tell me to my face, Goussard!

Let me go, you dirty cop! Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

-Calm down! Calm down!
-Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

Fascists!
-Be quiet!

-I'm innocent!

Brouhaha
-Stop it, Pierre!

Stop...

-Meeting adjourned!

-FASCIST POLICE!
-Let go of me!

-FASCIST POLICE!

JUSTICE COMPLICIT!
-Bunch of racists!

Let go of me!
-FASCIST POLICE!

-I'm innocent!
-FASCIST POLICE,

JUSTICE ACCOMPLICE!
-I am innocent!

-FASCIST POLICE!
JUSTICE ACCOMPLICE!

FASCIST POLICE!
JUSTICE COMPLICIT!

FASCIST POLICE!
-Quiet! Quiet!

-JUSTICE ACCOMPLICE!

FASCIST POLICE!
-Quiet! Quiet!

-FASCIST POLICE!
JUSTICE ACCOMPLICE!

-Silence!
-FASCIST POLICE!

Hubbub

-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

Someone is approaching.

-What's happened is disastrous.
You've ruined all our efforts.

Garaud has you right where he wants you.
How naive.

You're a simpleton.

Keep going and you'll hit the wall.

Your loads
are extremely heavy!

Witnesses recognize you!
You're risking your life!

-If this is the sentence,
it will be in accordance with my destiny.

-I beg your pardon?

-I was born and died on June 22, 44.

-Continue with your formulas,
it doesn't work for me!

-It's the truth.
-Be quiet!

I'm the only one who can
get you out of this, shut up!

-I don't need you.
-What's that?

-I'm innocent,
there's nothing we can do about it,

not even you, it's ontological.

-It would be a divine innocence,
that escapes all judgment?

No! No! No!

Your innocence
must be clear from the file.

If you don't agree,
you'll finish this trial on your own!

Me Kiejman moves away.

He taps on the grid.

We lock the door.

Ring

-Commissaire Leclerc,
you were at the PJ

on April 8 and 9, 1970
when Pierre Goldman was arrested.

Let's look back at the conditions
of his custody.

How did he seem to you
when he arrived at the police station?

-Rather quiet.
-With 2 buttons

who had jumped off my lap.
-What do you mean, "jumped"?

-The cops began their work
in the van.

They insulted me and even

beaten up.

-Can you confirm?
-No, I don't.

Never heard of it.

This is the 1st time
he's mentioned it.

Coming from someone
and fastidious,

it's amazing.

-It's the truth.
-On the evening of April 8,

you conduct
his 1st interrogation.

How does it work?

-We asked him
general questions.

His social circle,
his favorite neighborhoods.

But he immediately
the murders.

We hadn't even started.
-I was on high alert!

-On alert?
-Yes.

-Can you explain?

-Before being questioned,
I hear one cop say to another:

"We've got the killer
of the boulevard Richard-Lenoir."

Another cop comes in,
looks at me and says:

"Are you the pharmacists?
I never pictured you like that."

I was in a panic!

As soon as I was asked
if I frequented the Bastille,

I denied the crimes we were trying

to get on my back.
-Shut him up.

-And what happened?

-He denied everything.
The 4 robberies.

Around one o'clock in the morning,
he admitted to the 3 assaults

by continuing to deny
boulevard Richard-Lenoir.

He took his head in his hands
and said...

"It's possible to commit
a horrible act

"in a moment of madness
and not remember it?"

I didn't take it as a confession,
but I thought he was going over the edge.

-Did you really say that?

-Possibly, yes.
-What do you mean, possible?

It's a big deal. Did you say so?

-Yes, but the next day!

Once the confrontations
have begun.

-Why did you say that?

-When I arrived at PJ,

I was convinced
that my innocence would come out.

But the next day,
all the witnesses recognized me.

Okay, I admit it,
I was completely disoriented.

I didn't understand anything anymore.

I asked this question
that didn't make sense,

it was absurd.

-When you said that,
you didn't mean

that you were not responsible
for your actions at the time?

-No! You don't understand.
I'm innocent!

-As an innocent,

you were wondering
if you were guilty?

-I'll do him... Stop him...
Hubbub

-Hush!

Mr. Leclerc,

Goldman did say this
when he joined the PJ?

-Yes, I'm positive.

-Why isn't it
in the interrogation report?

-It was between us
during a break.

-It's word for word.
-Yes.

-Then what happened?

-Nothing more, it was 2 a.m,
we were rinsed,

we sent him to sleep.

-The next morning,
you proceeded

recognition by witnesses.

Why so quickly?

-Some witnesses
recognized him from a photo.

He had to confront them
as soon as possible.

-Under what conditions
under what conditions?

-We brought in colleagues
of the same age as him.

They have removed
all distinctive signs.

Watches, ties, jewelry.

They put on a raincoat

to be less recognizable.
-Mr. President!

Without wishing to dispute the word
Commissioner Leclerc's word,

it must be said
that I was unshaven and unkempt

among clean-cut guys.
-That's just not true.

-No!

I was given an old electric razor
razor with a single head.

I've never been able to shave
with an electric razor.

My beard is too hard.

-I'm Inspector Goussard.

I was in charge of Goldman this morning
and the razor was working.

-He's lying!

I told him I couldn't,
he told me to try anyway.

And he said to me:
"It doesn't matter."

That's when I realized it was
a police plot.

-I never said that
and I certify that he shaved.

-Get an electric razor.
I'll get the flu right away.

-He shaved in front of me,
I swear!

-Inspector, please sit down.

We offer you a shave,

you don't succeed and give up.

I don't quite understand.

It's strange
that you didn't insist.

Why didn't you demand
to be washed and shaved?

-Because I was convinced
that no one would recognize me.

-Let's face it.

When you were recognized,
why didn't you protest?

-Because

I was devastated,
it was a catastrophe.

I was losing my mind,
understood nothing.

I had more willpower,
except to become a guilty man.

-Superintendent, you maintain
that Goldman was shaved?

-Absolutely.
-It's not true.

-All this would not be debatable

if we had
of the reconnaissance photos.

Can you remind the Court

why are they missing
in this dossier?

-We had a technical incident.

-Tell us which one.

-We wanted to have the camera
the camera.

The guys forgot
to put in film.

-The camera didn't work.

So maybe the razor didn't work
either.

Applause from the audience

We tap our fists.
-Commissioner,

you admit that Goldman's coat was missing
2 buttons on Goldman's coat,

that his clothes were dirty

and that he had only slept
a few hours?

-And that I had
a thick black beard.

-I don't remember that.

Mr. Goldman
reread all the minutes.

If the reconnaissance
had been rigged,

he would have had it noted.

But he hasn't said a word about it.

He knew he had been recognized
by 5 witnesses.

-Unless he thought
that these malfunctions

would come in handy later on.

Booing
-Certainly not!

Not everyone is deceitful.

-Your customer apparently does.

-Commissioner?

Why weren't
reconstituted?

-It was too late.

-Say you were convinced

that your business was done!

Madam,
everything has been done to designate me.

Agent Quinet was in the hallway
when I was brought in.

-It's not true!
-Yes, it is!

-You're lying!
-Yes, I am!

He looked at me
and said to his colleague:

"He's the one who gave me
in the stomach.

"What a mug."
-He's lying!

We've never met.

-He's the one lying.

He was the only white guy
among my black friends.

We looked at each other
straight into each other's eyes.

He called me a little bastard
and added to his colleague

that he no longer went out without his caliber.

-He's a liar!

I saw him
behind the two-way mirror.

I swear I'm telling the truth!
-Thank you! Thank you so much!

Booing
Sit back down.

Hush!
-Mr. Chairman,

it's unpleasant to be attacked
as we are.

In 25 years of business,
this is the 1st time someone has questioned

the recognition system
recognition system.

I'll say it again,
everything has been done by the book.

-I'm adamant about not shaving

as on agent Quinet
in the corridor.

I'm not saying the commissioner,

whose professionalism
professionalism,

has plotted against me,

but that he was convinced
of my guilt.

Since guilty parties
often escape justice,

you wanted to make your move
by staging my presentation.

-I'll say it again,

it's impossible
for them to have crossed paths.

-Mr. Goldman has a profound contempt
for police work.

He talks about their lack of intelligence,
incompetence, vulgarity...

-What's more, it's not true!
Goldman lies through his teeth!

That day, I went straight
to the commissioner's office.

Just say it,
that I was in your office!

-The office next door

the one for reconnaissance,
right?

You confirm
that your office is contiguous

to the one in which
the presentations took place?

-Yes.
-And that you can see

through one-way glass
in the other room?

-Yes.
-But then,

according to M. Quinet,
he spent many long minutes

waiting
for his colleagues to settle in.

They were expecting Goldman's arrival
any minute.

It's obvious that M. Quinet may have
seen things in this room.

Do you recognize it?
-It's a possibility.

-Mr. Quinet, you confirm
that you went straight to the office

of the commissioner?

-No, not directly.

Booing
-So where have you been?

In the corridor,
as Mr. Goldman says?

-No, I wasn't in the corridor!

-Commissioner,
we don't understand a thing.

Are there several corridors
in your PJ?

-There's only one.

-Mr. Goldman is right.
He may have crossed paths with Mr. Quinet.

Cheers

Hubbub
-Mr. Quinet...

-INNOCENT! INNOCENT!
-Silence!

-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!
-Quiet! Quiet!

Quiet!

-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

-Take your seats!

-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!
-Take your seats!

Have a seat.

Mr. Quinet, where were you
just before the reconnaissance?

-He was with me in the corridor!

-He stubbornly denies the obvious.
-This is a travesty of justice!

The jurors interrupt the proceedings.

The defense pleads
at every turn...

The Code of Criminal Procedure
provides for a bar association.

Jurors may not
ask questions

without notifying the president.

-No!

I remind you of article 310
on the power of the president

which authorizes jurors

to ask
as many questions as they like

without expressing their opinion.
-Yes...

Juries, please,

ask for the floor
before you speak.

Gentlemen of the defense,
please wait until the prosecution

before speaking.
-Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

-Me Kiejman, we're done here

with this story
recognition.

-We haven't finished at all.
Please excuse me. Mr. Bailiff...

Step right up, gentlemen.

We look forward to seeing you.

These 5 men are the 5 police officers
aligned with Pierre Goldman

on reconnaissance day.

And this is a life-size
enlargement

anthropometric photography
by Pierre Goldman

taken on April 11, 1970
at the end of his police custody.

That is, the day after
of the reconnaissance.

If the police did not produce
photo, it may be

because she was hiding something.

-Mr. Oswaldo Baretto,
you have been an opponent

to the Venezuelan dictatorship
dictatorship.

It earned you years in prison
and several months in hiding

before fleeing to Paris
to Paris in the late 50s,

where you continued your studies
and earn a doctorate in sociology.

Even though you're an intellectual,

you continue to devote
your life to armed struggle.

You joined Ben Bella
in Algeria in 1964,

then you go to
to Czechoslovakia

where you take part
student events

of the Prague Spring.

You return to Cuba, where you meet up
your friend Régis Debray,

you met during
years of study.

It's also in Cuba,
a few years later,

you meet Pierre Goldman.

How did you convince him
to join the guerrillas?

-I didn't convince him.
He insisted.

On the contrary, I thought
I thought a Frenchman

would have no place among us.

-Oh yeah, why?

-Because of what had
Régis in Bolivia.

Prison, torture...

I tried to dissuade him from coming,
but he couldn't be bothered.

-How did you try to
to dissuade him?

-I asked him
if he was ready to die

under torture
or an enemy bullet

for a cause
that was not his own.

He replied that he was ready
and that was all he wanted.

-In September 1969,
you left Venezuela

with Goldman
to move back to Paris.

Why such a rush

to leave your country?

-Because it's all over.

The tanks stopped
the revolt in Prague.

Che's dead, Cuba's gone.

The revolution is over.

-In Paris, you have
a large sum of money

which could have come
from a robbery in Venezuela?

-I have nothing.
-What do you live on?

-I manage.
-But the first few months,

Pierre Goldman
hosts you in his studio.

-That's right, but...

What does this have to do with the case?

-We're wondering about the exact nature
of the ties that bound you

to Pierre Goldman at the time of the incident.

-He's a friend, that's all.

-Just friends?

Didn't you have any activities
in common?

-No.

Nothing.

-Joël Lautric,
Pierre Goldman's alibi,

told police officers
on December 24, 1969,

5 days after the event,

you would have asked him
if Goldman had done it

pharmacists.

Can you confirm this?

-Yes.

-Why this concern

when no one
suspected?

-I had read in the press
the events at the pharmacy.

I knew that at the time,
Pierre was having money problems.

He occasionally committed
a few petty thefts.

It just crossed my mind, that's all.

-I have a completely different hypothesis.

You are a South American opponent
experienced in illegal activities

and underground

not wanting the police
sticking their noses into his business.

If Goldman
had the murders on his back,

you had to leave his apartment
and cut all ties.

-Mr. Chairman,

I've never let a friend down.

Whatever he did.

-You never saw each other again
until today.

So why did you
ask Joël Lautric the question?

if you didn't think he could do it?

Here we go again,
why would you want to know

if Goldman
was the author of the murders

with Mr. Lautric
from December 24, 1969

when neither X2 had spoken
nor the police suspected him.

-Just to reassure myself.

-And M. Lautric reassured you?

-Yes.

-Confirm to the clerk
your full name, date

and place of birth,
profession and address.

-Lautric Joël,
born August 18, 44 in Pointe-à-Pitre,

living in Trois-Rivières
in Guadeloupe,

substitute teacher.

-Before giving evidence, the court
must take your oath.

Do you swear to speak
without hatred, without fear,

to tell the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?

-Yes, I swear.

-Goldman asserted
that on December 19, 1969,

he surrendered

directly to your home,
at 47 rue de Turenne,

after abandoning
his plan to attack a creamery

and left after 8 pm,
exactly at the time of the crime.

According to him,
your sister Annick, at your home today

with her boyfriend Alain Caprice
would have opened the door for her.

Your 3 testimonies are important,
but since your 1st deposition,

you and the other 2 witnesses
do not

to contradict you on the time
and day of Goldman's presence.

-I understand that,
but today, I'm positive.

-Let me finish.

At your 1st hearing
with the police on April 9, 1970,

you said Goldman came to your house
on a December evening,

but did not give
day or time.

A few days later,
you specify the date,

but without being able to specify the time.

At the 1st trial,
you will specify the time

without being able to specify the date.

-And that's just a summary.

-OH...
-Shhh!

Mr. Lautric...

Was Goldman at your house
on December 19, 1969?

-Yes, Pierre Goldman
was at home.

-Can you tell us the time?

-He arrived at 7:30 pm
and left at 8:30pm.

-M. Lautric,
you are speaking under oath.

Your testimony is vital.

Are you sure of the day and time?

-Yes, I'm sure.

-Congratulations, your memory
is more and more precise

the more time passes,
you defy the laws of nature.

We could give you
as a scientific guinea pig.

Booing
-Aberrant!

-Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

at the 1st trial, Mr. Lautric
confirmed that Pierre Goldman

was at home on December 19,
the day of the double murder.

But for the hours,
he seemed less precise.

He said he came around 7 pm,

and then left again
just before or just after 8 p.m,

5 minutes
before the double murder.

Pierre Goldman has always acknowledged
that day,

he was suffering from a toothache,

that he had gone
to hospital the day before

be given a sedative,

the following day,
the effect having ceased,

the pain had returned with a vengeance,

to the point of insanity,

that he had gone to M. Lautric's
for an aspirin

but he didn't have one.

Given the proximity of Mr. Lautric's
apartment and the pharmacy

and if Goldman
has left the apartment

5 minutes before the robbery...

That's how long it took him
to get to the pharmacy.

Given his urgent need
to find aspirin,

everything leads us to the scene of the crime.

Applause from the audience

-Hush!

Hush...
The applause stops.

What's your answer?

Mr. Lautric?

-Today, I'm certain
that Pierre Goldman

was at my place that day
until 8.30pm.

I give you my word as an officer.

-Officer? How about that?

-I'm a reserve officer
in the French army.

-Let's say so.
-Can I go now?

-Do you have any questions?

-Yes, Mr. Chairman.

According to your 1st statements
to the police,

you would have told Oswaldo Baretto
that Pierre Goldman was in your home

when pharmacists
were murdered.

At the time, it wasn't
to cover up for him with the police,

who didn't know it yet,

but only to this friend?
-Yes.

-You did it without hesitation?
-Yes, sir, I did.

-Why should I?
Did Goldman ask you?

-He didn't ask me.

-Did you do it spontaneously?
-Yes, I did.

-My question is very simple.

You covered for Goldman
with this comrade.

Why didn't you
to the police?

In a word, you cleared his name.

During your 1st deposition,
you let go of Goldman

by claiming
he wasn't at your place,

and even overwhelmed, describing it
as dangerous and violent.

-Come in, Mr. Lautric.

-After Pierre's arrest,
the police came to my house.

They turned the apartment upside down
and took me away by force.

On the way, they shouted at me

and made it clear
that Pierre was...

suspected of the
of the pharmacists.

They told me
of a mulatto accomplice.

I panicked,
I was afraid of going to prison,

I said anything.

I thought of myself first.
I wanted to get out of trouble.

I'm ashamed.

Terribly ashamed.

Pierre, my friend,
I beg your pardon.

-Thank you, Mr Lautric.

The debates are over.

We'll move on to the closing arguments.
Recess.

-To get out of the ghetto,
to escape obscurantism,

there was only Zionism
or communism.

This is a fundamental aspect
of Judaism.

Not the religious aspect, but the link
with universalism and historicity.

That of the emblematic story
of revolutionary Jews,

Bund, FTP-MOI, Mensheviks.

A joke ran in their circles:

"Why don't we speak Yiddish
in the JCR office?"

The answer was always the same:

"So that Rachid can take part in the debate."

You can't understand Pierre Goldman
if you don't understand

the impact of his family history
on his personality

and its struggles.

What's up?

What do you think?

-You're not going to plead.
3 pleadings is too many.

Emile, do you agree?
-Yes, we do.

By the way, I think it's best

if I plead last.
-What do you mean, last? No. Why can't I?

-Report to your report.

-What do you mean?

-Well... How can I put it... I...

It's better
if it's not the Israelite lawyer

who speaks last.

-I've based my whole case
on doubt.

We'll end with this.

My Jewishness
won't show anywhere.

-Well, I won't insist.

-I think it's a shame that your Jewishness
doesn't shine through.

-Why?

-You and Pierre
are 2 Polish Jews born in France,

raised by parents
who had lived through the war.

You're bound by it,
why hide it?

-It has nothing to do with the case.

-But it has something to do with you.

It's this emotion that the court
and the jury must feel!

-I'm not comfortable with that.
I'll stick to the facts.

-I think you're wrong.

-They call it the "trial of the century".

It would
century to be over.

The institution of the jury has been criticized,
indicting

the little notables
that you would be, the jurors.

The accused should, according to some
be judged by his peers.

A singular conception of justice

that would give more appalling
results

than those of our institution

which has the merit
of being unambiguous.

I want to speak on behalf of France.

The real one, that of the workers,

that of honest people.

The one in whose name
justice must be done.

What do they say about us?
That it's all a fake.

That it comes from above,
that we've been given orders.

That the powers that be want to look good
with its intelligentsia,

even if it means sabotaging the police

and justice.

Pierre Goldman...

Your packages in plain sight

betray an unbearable
sense of impunity.

You dreamed of yourself as an urban guerrilla
able to get lost in the crowd,

but the revolution has also become
a consumer good.

You sold yourself
as an insurgent,

a rebel ready for any fight,

but you have integrated
a capitalist system

that you wanted to destroy
and became a notable.

A notable among notables,
who wrote a book,

which sells very well indeed.

You have become

the darling
of a small intellectual milieu

and literary circles
who rave about your misdeeds.

We wrote that you are condemned
as a Jew and a leftist.

But will they dare to write
that you have been acquitted

because he's Jewish and leftist?

False trial!

Trial of justice.

We are here

to judge a man,
not an institution.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
don't be fooled.

Pierre Goldman
was sentenced in 1st instance

to life imprisonment
for a single reason,

he's guilty!

-The role of the public prosecutor

is not to support the accusation
at all costs.

I'm going to stick to the facts
and rigorously examine

the circumstances that establish
the guilt of the accused.

Several witnesses
saw the perpetrator of the double murder.

Agent Quinet,
who fought against him

and was shot,
fired at point-blank range.

And Mr. Trocard,
who has since died in an accident,

who receives a ball
within one metre

for offering
5 francs to the assailant.

These two are formal.

Why make a mistake
when Mr. Goldman admits

than those who recognized him
for other assaults

were right?

The accused asked
this troubling question

to Commissaire Leclerc:

"Is it possible,
in a moment of madness,

"to commit a terrible act
and not remember it?"

This does not mean
that the accused no longer remembers

of the act reproached,
but does not correspond

to his real personality
and that he doesn't want

take responsibility for them.

Pierre Goldman is not a killer.

We could all agree.

And yet, he killed.

Pierre Goldman,

the facts of which you are accused
have nothing to do

with your political activity
and your visits to Latin America,

but are a solution

for an insubordinate
to find work and money.

I think that's how
you saw things.

Probably
with the painful feeling

a kind of personal suicide,
seeing the man you wanted to be

be diluted
in common law acts.

I said to disregard
your political action,

but that's not entirely true.

Your assault failed.

Just like in the drugstore,
you thought you were alone

in this pharmacy that was closing.

You weren't expecting

poor Mr. Trocard
and his unfortunate gesture,

his 5-franc coin
which he throws at you.

At this very moment

that your guerrilla past
plays a role.

You're used to
to difficult situations.

You're on the lookout.

Mr Trocard's gesture
you by surprise and reflex,

you shoot him.

You think you've killed him and then
everything changes.

You no longer have a choice.
You have to delete the cookies.

When Quinet intervenes,
you aim your gun at him,

but it's empty.

You escape,
he catches you, slams you to the ground.

You take out
your 2nd pistol and fire

on him again.

Mr. Goldman, of course,
you shot Mr. Trocard

an involuntary gesture, but afterwards,
you killed the witnesses

to erase the traces
of your 1st shot.

It's more than serious.

I don't know if a gangster
would have been so cold-blooded.

It's all part of your
your cold intelligence,

of your icy, bloodthirsty
and bloodthirsty intelligence.

An intelligence that,
in other circumstances,

I would have paid tribute
with no ulterior motive.

At certain points in this long trial,

even impressed me
impressed me several times,

even touched.

Don't let yourself be led astray,
into sentimentality.

This intelligence
gives you obligations.

You're not a killer,
but you have killed.

That makes you a murderer.
You're unforgivable.

I must,
given the horror of the crime,

demand a sanction that satisfies
justice.

It's a penalty

not less than life imprisonment
life imprisonment

I request against you.

-Mr. General Counsel
has the religion of the witnesses.

Good for him.

What I have to tell you
is that a witness

is the most fragile
most fragile thing in the world.

A child, a newborn.

Some witnesses see well,
others, badly,

hear well, are deaf,
distracted or forgetful.

But they always act in good faith,

while the accused
is accused of lying.

They testify under oath, they say.

Big deal!

You need a license
to drive a car,

but everyone
can testify in court?

Do you find this normal?

Pierre Goldman, you said
that your father had acquitted you,

your friends too.

But there's one man
you didn't ask.

And that's me.
Me talking right now.

As far as I'm concerned, you're innocent
of the murders of which you are accused.

Never in my 40-year career
have I been so convinced

of my client's innocence.

If I'm wrong,

is that I've been wrong
all my life.

My job, my friends,
the ones I love.

Ruth and Alter Goldman,
I'm thinking of you.

My heart sinks when I think
of the pain you feel

in front of this sad spectacle.

You, Ruth,
who raised him as her son,

expected every evening
in the Montrouge house,

the place setting for him
at your table.

His half-brothers and sisters
have always loved and admired

this epic big brother,
whimsical, brilliant big brother.

Exemplary family.

A model of integration,
like mine.

A family that has lived for years
in anguish and grief

to know their son and brother
in prison forever.

Lieutenant Alter Goldman...

Lieutenant Alter Goldman!

Tonight, France,
the country you have chosen,

will give you back your child.

We owe you.

I owe you,
Lieutenant Alter Goldman!

I, who have not had
weapons in my hand,

while you,
were fighting for us.

Yes.

I've come to plead
for all Jews,

half-Jews, quarter-Jews,
gypsies, dagos.

Lieutenant Alter Goldman,

your son, I promise you,

will walk free from the courtroom this evening.

-No reconstruction has taken place
since December 19, 1969,

the day of the crime.

No physical evidence
has been obtained

during the 4 years
of the judicial investigation

and no new evidence
has established guilt

of Pierre Goldman in the massacre
on boulevard Richard-Lenoir

in this new trial.

The police investigation
was therefore reduced

during police custody.

We relied on the misleading
information,

to police questioning only

and poorly executed
witnesses.

I'm not saying, as my client is,
that there was police machination,

but I do say
that a malfunction

of the police machine,
then judicial,

crushed lies and manufactured

of doubt.

We can't suspect
the good faith of the witnesses, but...

They contradicted each other. Over and over again.

How is this possible?

It's a simple matter.

The mechanism of testimony
is a frightening thing.

We're in demand.

We think we've seen
or we want to have seen.

In the end, we saw nothing.

The prosecution is at pains to point out
Joël Lautric's contradictions,

to whom memory returns
as time goes by.

Well...

But I'm asking you,

if this alibi was fabricated,
would my client have chosen it

in the Saint-Paul district?

Why talk about this neighborhood,
so close to boulevard Richard-Lenoir

when no one
asked him anything?

You can't sentence a man
to life imprisonment

on the basis of evidence

also uncertain.

For me,

for lack of sufficient evidence,

the prosecution fell back on
on hypotheses.

You tell us that you do not
scientific credit

to Pierre Goldman's alibi.

But how can you dare

give scientific value
to such approximate evidence

when the burden of proof
on the prosecution?

Over to you!

This means

that the presumption of innocence
no longer exists?

Who should be condemned
with the benefit of the doubt?

A state governed by the rule of law must
respect its principles,

including an essential founder,

the presumption of innocence.

But I wanted to, too,

understand why this trial
fascinates us,

why it's impossible
to turn away.

Is it because of the defendant's
personality of the accused?

It's tempting to think of him
a Dostoyevskian hero.

Crime and Punishment , The Idiot...

The possessed.

Everyone could come up with their own title,
but unfortunately...

Pierre Goldman
is the fruit of a true tragedy,

first and foremost.

The tragedy of the Jewish people
of Eastern Europe.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

I'm not saying
that Pierre Goldman is exceptional,

but that it is
exceptionally tortured.

He belongs
to this close-knit community,

like me, Polish Jews,

who are integrated
into French society,

but which have kept from this origin
the anxious quiver

and deep wounds.

I'm asking if it's possible,
please,

forget the effect his personality
may have had on you.

Not to judge him by his appearance.

I tell you from the bottom of my heart,
you can never get over your childhood.

I adjure you, tonight,
to put an end to his nightmare.

-Thank you, Me Kiejman.

We've finished the closing arguments.

Before the Court
retires to deliberate,

Pierre Goldman,
would you like to add anything?

-I hope I haven't appeared
demonic or Machiavellian,

able to deceive or conceal

or have used
intolerable manner

the spectre of a miscarriage of justice
inspired by racism.

I wouldn't want it said of me
that I acted like a Jew,

declaring that those
who are not Jewish

cannot think
that a Jew is a killer

and if they think so,
they're anti-Semitic.

-Please stand up.

The assembly rises.

-To the question: "Is Goldman Pierre
is he guilty of,

"Paris, December 8, 1969,

"Fraudulently removed
2,500 francs

"to the detriment of Mr. Farmachi Serge

"and his wife,
née Chaminand Jacqueline?"

The court answered "yes"
by a majority of 8 votes.

To the question: "Was the said fraudulent
been committed

"the culprit carrying a weapon?"

The court answered "yes"
by a majority of 8 votes.

To the question: "Goldman Pierre

"is he guilty of,
Paris, December 20, 1969,

"Fraudulently subtracted
22,675 francs

"to the detriment of the VOG company?"

The Court

answered "yes"
by a majority of 8 votes.

To the question: "Is Goldman Pierre
guilty of having, in Paris,

"January 16, 1970,
fraudulently removed

"7897 francs 35 to the detriment

"of the Caisse Centrale
d'allocations familiales

"from the Paris region?"

The court answered "yes"
by a majority of 8 votes.

To the question: "Is Goldman Pierre
guilty of having, in Paris,

"December 19, 1969,
voluntarily gave his life

"to Delaunay Simone, pharmacist,
at 6 boulevard Richard-Lenoir?"

The Court answered "no"
by a majority of 8 votes.

Light applause
Hush!

To the question: "Is Goldman Pierre
guilty of having, in Paris,

"December 19, 1969,
voluntarily gave his life

"Durcot Jeanine, wife Aubert,
pharmacy dispenser

"at 6 boulevard Richard-Lenoir?"

The Court answered "no" to the...
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and continuation of the judgment inaudible

-9 mm calibre,
an automatic pistol

"Walter P38561..."
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-"...calibre 9 mm, 2 cartridges,

"arms and ammunition
of the 1st category?"

The court answered "yes".

unanimously.

To the question:

"Is Goldman Pierre
guilty of having

"during the years 1969 and 1970...
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-on French territory,

"uses documents

"issued by the authorities..."
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-"...in order to ascertain..."
-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

-"...and an identity card..."
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-"...counterfeit, falsified..."
-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

-"...knowing their falseness..."
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-The Court answered "yes
unanimously.

As a result of the declaration...
-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

-... the court and the jury,
after deliberation,

in accordance with the law, decide...
-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

-... to sentence Goldman Pierre
to life imprisonment

for a period of 12 years.
-GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

Cheers
GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!

GOLDMAN, INNOCENT!