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THE VANQUISHED

It doesn't matter if the stories
we're about to tell you are true.

Consider them invented because
you're seeing them on the screen.

Consider them true because
they happen everyday.

Because everyday
they fill the news.

These stories are the exploits
of the "burnt-out generation".

The generation which were
children during the war

and when they opened their eyes,
they saw only one thing in the world:

The general mobilization
of violence.

The show was so impressive,

so intrusive that it seemed
to hide everything.

Even kindness,
generosity, sacrifice.

But even so they flourished
during those years as in others.

Violence appeared triumphant.
It went at a happy and sporty pace.

It went as far as to feign
a sort of juvenile innocence.

Its law
was to scorn every law.

Its social characteristic

was contempt for any society in the
triumph of the audacious individual,

cynical, devoid of remorse.

When the burnt-out generation

appeared in the news
with a series of crimes,

it was apparent that it wasn't
delinquency which arises from

poverty and social differences.

The new heroes in the papers
were youngsters from well off families,

unaware that one of their members
could do such evil acts.

It wasn't need or a social
inferiority complex which drove them

to crime, but the desire to
carry out exceptional deeds,

to stand out, to feel like the star
of a thriller, of comic-strips,

of gangster films.

War and crime news, comics
and cinema, they melted into one ideal:

The celebration of violence
as a personal triumph.

The only reason for spilling blood
for them was to assert,

in the sinister light of a cruel gesture,
the victorious culture of self.

When the hero in the papers
becomes aware of his misery

and he realizes that he's lost
the most useless battle,

it's too late.

Meanwhile the others contemplate his
gesture magnified by the papers,

they revere him and think about copying
him. So the wretched circle begins again.

For exactly the opposite purpose
we're telling our stories.

Three different stories,
from three different countries.

But basically all similar,
in their sad reason.

We won't adorn them in telling them,

enriched with a charm
they don't possess.

We'll tell them without coloring
them, without emphasis,

so that you'll see their reality,
which you'll watch without decoration,

it's a squalid reality,
unable to seduce anyone.

FRANCE

Take them off, you don't wear
patent shoes for the country.

She only thinks about having fun, going out.
In my day we thought about the home.

That's why they found a husband.
Where's she going today?

To seduce Ali-Kan!

They're going for a walk
with the school.

- Simone, are the other girls going too?
- Yes!

Hello? Mrs. Hiber?

It's Mrs. Roger.

Sorry to disturb, I'm Simone's mother.

I wanted to ask you if Pauline
is going on the walk with the class.

Yes.

- Have you seen my glasses?
- No.

That's right, they're still children.

I wanted to be sure
that the others were going too.

Yes, me too... me too.

I said at 8.

Yes, okay.
Goodbye, madam.

I've got to go, are you coming?

Coquelin is at home again today,
I've got to open the shop.

- He's a real "malingerer"!
- Don't I know!

Since Easter he's been ill at least...

Are you coming down with us?

- Where are you going?
- To Vir�nes, they're coming to get me.

- You must be home by 7!
- At 8... Okay, at 7.

I can't wait
to do the morning shift again.

Georges, do me a favor,

go to Fournier and tell him I'll go
up there Sunday morning or afternoon.

You'll see what a place it is!
The view is wonderful!

If everything goes as I hope,
I'll settle there.

I've got a house,
it's small, but it's got everything.

I went to Vir�nes
one day with Georges.

One day! You have to live there
to appreciate the beauty, the poetry!

I know what poetry is!

- Let's go.
- Are you taking a snack?

No, if we get hungry, we can buy
something there.

You'll pay triple the price.
It seems like money

is really not important to you guys.

You're like my brother, the one
that got the medal for the Dardanelles.

Don't bore me with your brother
and the Dardanelles!

He's dead.

What kind of brother
doesn't leave his pension to his sister!

- Did you see that?
- That pig of a headmaster!

- Is it a mistake?
- It's nothing, mom. Don't worry.

I told you I wasn't going
to school yesterday.

The history teacher wanted
to cheat me with an oral test.

It says here that you haven't
been to school for a week.

I picked up the post by chance,
but if your father knew about this...

Well, tell him then!

It's in the wardrobe
at the bottom, be quick.

I won't tell dad, but I'll go
and speak to the headmaster.

I'll ask to do an oral test
tomorrow and that'll show him.

Have you finished combing your hair?
You're not Laurence Olivier, you know.

Our program has been calculated
to the minute, we mustn't be late.

- You take it.
- No, it's for you, keep it.

- Is Pierre going with you?
- Yes.

- Have you spoken to Pierre?
- Simone spoke to him.

- Really?
- He assured her he was coming.

- Repeat it properly or else no present.
- Pierre is heading...

- "He's heading for..."
- The spring.

- And...
- He needs 100 francs.

- To pay the bus fare.
- Well done, off you go.

It's no good your brother telling
tales, I won't give him a penny.

We're going on a trip,
I need it for the tram, Coca-Cola...

- Where?
- To Vir�nes Castle.

Georges says that there are some
prisons which Luigi XI used.

With my detective flair
I'll discover some treasure.

Tell your friend Georges
that he's ignorant.

When Vir�nes was built,
Luigi XI had been dead for centuries.

There aren't any prisons,
it was a monastery.

Leave the bag alone...

Pierre, did you know your father's
playing at the high school today?

Sure, but if I don't go on the trip,
the others won't go either.

I phoned Simone to say I wouldn't
go, but I didn't manage to.

- And then concerts I...
- And you boast about it?

You've got a chance to educate
yourself and admire your father.

H�l�ne, don't make a fuss,
I really don't want him there.

Marie-Claire, tell your brother to
discover all the treasures he wants.

- Gustavo, he must come!
- I don't want him to.

- You don't have to come either.
- Are you mad?

- If you don't come he'll be upset.
- He doesn't care, you know him.

Give me the money.

Hurry up, Marie-Claire.

Dad hopes
you'll go a long way.

Far away and you won't show up
at the high school.

I don't play boogie-woogie
and that's the music you like.

Where did you get this?

- It's dad's.
- Who said you could take it?

Art!

Put it back, you'll have time
to take an interest in art.

Take a pullover,
it's cool in the evening.

H�l�ne, if you want to come hurry up,
they're sending the car for me.

- May we... - Pierre, where are you going?
- There's the bus at Saint-Claude.

We can take the girls first
and then Pierre.

No, it's too complicated,
hurry up, I'm ready.

- Pierre!
- Yes? Here I am, dad.

What the devil is he doing?
He should be here by now.

- Weren't you supposed to meet him?
- He had to go to the bank first.

You should have tailed him.

- What would you like?
- I've no idea.

- You can choose.
- A scotch.

- What?
- A whisky, scotch.

- Ah, whisky, if you don't say so...
- A lemonade for me.

He's not coming. There aren't any
spies amongst us, are there?

- If he doesn't come, we'll go anyway.
- It's not strawberry season anymore.

- What's the matter?
- With what's about to happen!

Nothing ever happens!

Genevi�ve, if you don't stop it,
I'll slap you!

And I'll tell Mum!

You shouldn't have brought
that snotty-nosed girl!

She did the right thing, that way
Pierre won't suspect anything.

- So I've got a paralytic grandmother.
- You could have lent her to us.

Family! I can't stand it anymore!

It's over now. Today's the 19th
and the 22nd everyone leaves!

Then we'll be free!
That'll be the life!

I've got an idea for the inauguration
of our 'tabarin' in Algiers.

You'll wear a red, tight fitting
t-shirt and a big white beard.

You're mad. I'll sing,
I've already got my "repertoire".

You don't know the Arabs,
you'll have to pay in kind.

I read in "France-Dimanche"

that there's a plane which carries
clandestine passengers.

There was the fare:
900 for six people.

- 900?
- Thousand, stupid!

- We'll have it.
- Amateurs!

- There.
- Have you got any Camel, Paul?

Pierre's coming.

He could take us with
the car, couldn't he?

- Am I late?
- Yes.

- Shall we take your car?
- No.

James has got to go to Marseilles.

- There's the bus!
- Let's go!

Be careful, no stupid moves.

We must discover what he's up to
and what he means to do.

Not just what he means to do...
the facts.

The letter for the alibi!
You said you'd do it.

- I will.
- It must be very clear.

- With the police...
- Stop it, it'll be luminous.

You get the tickets,
I forget to change up.

- How much have you got?
- I never count money.

Have you done a deal?

I've always got cash, in case I go
away... I'd like to get away to Canada.

- Are you going to Algiers?
- In 2 weeks we'll all be in Algiers.

You've undertaken to pay
the trip for us. Was it 900 thousand?

- What's this all about?
- When are you leaving?

That's my business. I've had a deposit
of 5 million, maybe soon.

And us? You know we're ready
to leave: Monday 22nd.

- Aren't you coming with us?
- No.

- But you'll leave us the money?
- That's unlikely.

I'm investing everything
in raw diamonds.

Will you give me some?

I've got a lot of expenses just now,
I want to get rid of Lili.

I'm fed up with her,
but I'll have to pay her off well.

Don't block the gangway.
Sit down, you youngsters.

- Did you hear that?
- Are you surprised?

Don't worry, we'll take him
on a nice trip today.

Does he keep the money in a bank
or with Lili? We need a proxy.

We'll get the proxy,
but maybe he's got enough with him.

Do you trust Simone?

"Lili... to Pierre... my man."

She's a perfect idiot,
a real leech.

But physically she's perfect!

She's decided she wants
to have my child.

- Let her do it.
- Then I'll have to maintain it for life!

- That'll keep you busy.
- I'm already busy enough!

Women should learn
to look after themselves.

They even have the right
to vote now.

I'm so tired!
Always the same old life!

The same hotels, the same nights,
the same things every night...

They must be rather
eventful nights.

But she doesn't affect me, poor thing!

I found out that she pays James
to keep an eye on me.

She made a real fuss
because I came here.

She even offered me
100 thousand francs to stay with her!

She's hysterical.

A woman of her age doesn't
run after high school students.

I don't need her money,
I've got more than her.

But I like it when she gets angry.

This morning, half naked, uncombed,
she was formidable.

As far as experience goes... there
aren't many women who can match her.

What have you got in your pocket? A snack?
I've brought some chocolate.

Vir�nes!

Georges, we're here. Genevi�ve!

We get off at the next stop.

- Will you stop at the level crossing?
- Okay.

- Georges, you spend your holidays here?
- Yes.

- Our house is down there.
- It'll be boring staying here for 3 months.

- A real torture.
- It seems nice to me.

To death!

- Which way do we go?
- Genevi�ve!

- I don't want to get off.
- Don't be an idiot!

- I want to go to Algiers in the tabarin!
- I've had enough of this girl!

Here's the train!

Be careful, careful!

It looks like a train
from the Far West.

- Let's see who arrives first!
- Let's go!

Come on, Simone.

Hang gliding! It must be
fun being up there!

- Do you want to drive me mad?
- Me?

You know what's at the bottom of my heart?

Yes, a volcano.

At your age boys have got a
volcano at the bottom of their heart.

I wait like a beggar
for you to look at me.

For you to come near me
if only for a moment.

I really need to kiss you.

You've always been glued to him!

Stop it, Andr�.

Have I got to write the letter for
the alibi or console your heart?

Sizi, you're so beautiful! I'm jealous
of everyone that looks at you.

Let them look,
I like being looked at!

- I'd like to be alone with you.
- We will, don't worry, we will.

Andr�, I love you. But if they send me to
college, we won't see each other again.

Take me away!

We'd have already left
if Pierre hadn't fooled us.

Six months of planning for nothing!

- Shame we didn't pal up with Pierre.
- He gave up on us.

He's not stupid, all he earns
is his and that's it!

It's easy to earn like that.
Whereas we're all together!

Sizi, Monday 22nd, believe me.

- Today I'm the one who decides.
- We'll see.

Lads, this way!
Georges says it's quicker!

Come on, we'll see the famous explorer
Georges Ruy in flesh and blood,

3 times eaten by a lion,
once married to Rita Hayworth

and still alive! He'll drag us
into a thrilling adventure!

- Come on, doll.
- Is it this way?

The gamekeeper's here
as well! It's Fournier.

Mr. Fournier, my father
will come on Sunday.

- Did he say so?
- Yes.

- Are you going for a walk?
- Yes, a stroll in the wood.

- Pay my respects to your mother.
- I will.

- What a whimperer!
- What did you say?

Nothing, it's American.

What's the matter? Leave them alone.

It's the springtime.

Pierre!

What are you doing?

Here, take it.

It's the homework for tomorrow,
don't give it to Andr�.

Love makes you do this and more,
but well...

When Musset
did George Sand's homework,

- he never passed it on to Chopin.
- Thanks, you're a darling.

Why do you keep coming to school
with all the deals you've got?

It's useful for me, it's a screen.

I pay a graduate
who does my homework.

You're incredible.

Do you remember last year
when you wrote that essay for me

which ended
with a declaration of love?

Of course I remember.

I also remember your answer:
"No deal".

You gave up too soon.

If you were really interested,
you'd have been more persistent.

- You were with Andr�.
- And you with Lili!

- It's not the same thing.
- It's still a love affair.

- With Andr� now...
- He's a child.

- He's a year older than me.
- He's okay for a walk in the country.

Why don't you take me with you
to Canada?

- Do you care for me a little?
- Take me away.

Take me away.

It's not enough to make
a good fire, get some more.

- Then we can play at Joan of Arc.
- Joan of Arc?

- The one they burnt alive.
- Why did they burn her?

Because she was interested in politics.

Do you want some as well? It's brandy.

Really, it's very strong.

I drink to the death of the traitor.

- And so?
- So what?

Easy, when he comes,
Andr� and I'll take him with us.

- Shall we wait for you here?
- If necessary you'll help us, but later.

- Maybe later.
- Thanks, I won't bother.

I bet Simone got him
to give her the money.

We're mad to leave them alone.

Pierre could be all over her,
ripping her clothes!

- Forcing her to kiss him.
- And then?

Let's leave them to enjoy
these last moments.

In Russia condemned men
have the right to a last girl.

I saw it in a film with Cerkassov.

Why've you always got that
grave-digger's face?

They think the ideal thing is for
me to marry and have a savings book.

If I didn't hate them so much,
I'd find them funny.

My father's worked all his life
to become the co-owner of a shop.

He can't even say
he's worked honestly,

because he steals! 2 inches
of material a yard, idiot!

He should steal millions,
then it would be worth it!

I want a brilliant life,
I like American cars,

money. Not for the money itself,
but to be able to humiliate others!

- To get drunk.
- You can't get drunk every day.

I want to live life my way and I'm
willing to do anything to do it!

- You're deluding yourself.
- Why do you say that?

In reality people steal and kill
far less than you would think,

fortunately.

You're a fine one to talk! You who's
got an adventurous and incredible life!

That's why I love you, Pierre.
Take me with you to Canada.

I'll help you and if you want to keep
Lili as well... that's okay.

- I'm not a nun.
- That's not the reason, the truth is...

- Go on, tell me.
- If I told you I...

That you made your money playing
"blindman's buff"?

That you read fairy tales
at night with Lili?

- I have no money and I have no Lili.
- Poor thing!

A wise boy thinking about
equations at night.

- And about you.
- Stop it, I'm not stupid!

I wish you'd love me as if
I really was a good boy.

- Just anyone.
- Why?

Because...

of all my adventures,
you're the only innocent one for me.

School is you, Racine's
heroines... it's always you.

To the devil with Racine! I'm not
innocent and I want to leave with you!

I don't!
I want you to stay the young girl

who hasn't got enough money to go
and see Gabin's latest film.

- Really?
- Yes, really.

It's over for me, but you, Simone,
you've got your whole life ahead.

Pierre!

- You won't care about me anymore.
- Anymore? You're probably right.

Here's the money.

- Will you do me a favor?
- A thousand.

It's silly, but my stupid
parents think we're together.

It's too complicated to explain.
They know I care for you.

Whenever I get home late,
they bombard me with questions.

The pleasure,
the relish of humiliating me!

Write me a letter.

Not exactly a letter.

Just a few lines will do, as you would
when you make a sudden decision.

For example...

My dear Sizi, I'm leaving for America,
I decided at the last minute. Forgive me.

Well, whatever you want.

I'll let them find the letter,
they'll think it's all over between us.

And for ever.

Pierre!

Pierre!

- I don't want the others to know.
- Trust me.

Here we are!

- I collected it all.
- You demolished half the forest.

Almost.
Maybe a bit less than half.

You took a long time.

Shall we get a move on?

- We could do with some paper.
- Get Pierre to give you some,

- he lights a pipe with money!
- We'll have a look around.

You two go that way,
I'll go this way.

- Are you coming with us?
- No, it's better like this.

Let's go! Andr�, come on.

Have you got a cigarette?

Are you doing this for me, Andr�?

Even if you can't see me,
keep going straight on.

Andr�, you know the way.

I don't understand why Georges
is going away on his own.

It's starting to get cool,
isn't it? We'll catch a cold.

There's the castle. Let's do
a sprint, I'm feeling fit today.

Do you remember
the camp site at Charleroi?

It rained so much that night!

- Don't you write poetry anymore?
- No, it was too easy.

I need more.

Much more.

Does it bother you to talk about it?
They were good, you should continue.

They aren't "boring" like the ones
by Victor Hugo. They're like Pr�vert's.

You could be successful.

Where's Georges got to? Does he
always have to complicate everything?

However... I like being with you.

I've never been here before.

Genevi�ve!

Simone.

Idiot!

Good heavens!

Stop!

Somebody's hurt, will you help me?
Quick!

Georges, take the dog out
for a walk. Hurry up.

- Let's go, Tot�.
- Get some milk as well.

- Did you hear?
- Yes, I heard.

Then the next time answer me.

Hello.

Yes?

Can you call later?
My husband's resting.

He came home very tired, so...

Yes, of course, we've got
a small house at Vir�nes.

- My son?
- Who is it?

Just a moment!

There's an officer on the phone,

he wants to know about Vir�nes.

Hello, tell me.

Do you know Georges' class mate
called Pierre Vernis?

Of course. Last year
he'd come over all the time.

Yes, with my son?

Where's Georges?
Call him straight away, run!

Just a minute, he's coming.

I think there's been a mistake,
anyway I'm here.

Georges has gone downstairs.
What's happened?

Call him,
I want to speak to Georges!

Let's go, we've got to put
the revolver back.

- What time did it happen?
- At about 6. Where were you?

- Have you got everything?
- He only had counterfeit money.

It's over, it's all over now.

It gave me a strange sensation.

Georges, come here,
your father wants to talk to you.

You went to Vir�nes.
This afternoon.

Yes.

- Tell me the truth!
- I swear not!

It wasn't me!

Andr�, you tell him!

Dad, he's the culprit.
Tell him that you fired the shot!

I didn't shoot!

Dad, only he fired the gun!

Is that the truth? You, alone?

Let's go to the police station.
Off we go. Come on, quick.

You didn't do anything,
go home.

ITALY

What is it?

A fire.

Yes, a fire.
It's always the insurance that pays.

I'd just fallen asleep,
why do they sound like that at night?

It's so sultry!

The water's hot.

Giulio, Claudio's not here.
Did he tell you he was going out?

- Who?
- Claudio!

- He said he was staying at home.
- He must have changed his mind.

But it's 4 o'clock!

- Yes.
- Where can he be at this hour?

Maybe something's happened to him?
He's so delicate!

He isn't delicate, he's a hypocrite!
I'm not deluding myself anymore.

I'm starting to understand him.
And he thinks that I don't know him.

How untidy! I can't stand
seeing his books like this.

We'll have to get him
another bookcase.

There!

Do you want to know where he is?

Do you know her?
Has he ever brought her home?

Claudio never invites anyone,
he's always invited everywhere.

Exactly, he'll be at some party,
lucky him.

Well, he's very photogenic.

I'm going back to bed.

It might just be that fire which will
keep me busy at the office tomorrow.

I'm worried, he's never been so
late before. Tomorrow I'll tell him.

You should get used to it,
he's not a child anymore.

With all those tarts around!
Let's hope he's okay!

Jeep 35-95, received.

- The boats coming.
- We're leaving immediately!

We're coming straight away. Over.

Catch!

Here they are.

I'm going down.

Since I've been dealing in cigarettes
my wife doesn't smoke anymore!

Customs!

Stop! Stop!

Customs, go!

- Let me through.
- No.

- Let me through!
- No.

Go!

Eugenio, Eugenio.

At your service, madam.

Did my son say where he was
going? Did someone phone him?

- Yes, Mr. Olivieri.
- Who's that?

- I don't know, but he often phones.
- What's his first name?

Calm down, it's not
the first time he's been late.

- Such terrible things happen!
- What are you thinking of!

Bianca, if you want we can go to the
police station, to the hospitals.

- It's never happened before!
- It's happening today.

Have you discovered anything
about the girl in the photo?

No. A certain Mr. Olivieri called
him. And how do we find him?

How come you don't know your
son's friends?

- They're probably university friends.
- I see, I'll go to the police station.

- I'll come with you.
- No.

I'll call you later
after speaking to the inspector.

Don't you feel well?

Do you want me to call someone?

He isn't in the hospital,
that's good news, isn't it?

Don't worry, the inspector
thinks the same as me.

Anyway he'll send someone
to the house. Yes, two officers.

No, it's just a formality.

So you can explain things better
and give them all the names.

The girl.

The inspector was asking me

if Claudio had had
any disappointments.

Yes, if he's argued
with that girl.

No, inspector,
I said so too,

my son wouldn't do anything
stupid for some disappointment.

We've never met the young lady
personally, but it's just the same.

I'll just pop into the office and
then I'll come straight home, okay.

- Thank you for your kindness.
- Not at all.

I'm happy to have been of help
to a friend of the Honorable Valeri.

Guard!

Bloody shootout in Sao Paulo
against the Police and Customs.

You usually wait a day or two,
he could have left Rome.

My son would have let us know.

Has he had any quarrels
with his father?

My husband told the inspector,
nothing's happened.

- Whose letters are these?
- They're from school mates, friends.

I don't understand why
you're examining these papers.

Claudio must have had
an accident.

- Does your son do any deals?
- What nonsense!

He's just a lad,
he's in the first year of university.

Thank you, madam.

You, come here.

- Where were you when you heard the shots?
- In the factory.

- Who was with you?
- The others.

- What time was it?
- About 5 o'clock.

- I've just come from the Valmauro's.
- Later.

That youngster, Claudio Valmauro...
look what I've found.

Play something more pathetic,
Marina needs some atmosphere.

Guys, let's telephone Claudio,
otherwise we'll be ruined.

- Fools!
- Why, isn't it true?

How funny you are!

- But really, why hasn't he come?
- He'll have found some blonde.

Worse for him if he doesn't come.
I don't care.

- What's the matter?
- If you want me to console you, I'm here.

- Here he is, calm down.
- He's playing the existentialist!

Claudio!

Your mother's been bombarding me with
'phone calls since this morning!

She started at 8.

- What did she say?
- Your parents went to the police station.

Where were you last night?

What's that face for?

- Can we go outside a moment?
- You want me to leave everyone like this?

Guys, make yourselves at home.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

- Let's go.
- This way.

Marina Locatelli, on the third floor.

- Is she at home?
- Yes, she's having a party.

I'll go with you.

They're all excuses,
what do you suppose has happened?

I'm getting really angry!

Please, do me the favor
of not involving me in this.

When your mother phoned
I told her, what a voice she had!

Do you think I'm wrong? Say so!

You say you come to see me, and
instead you're playing around.

You're looking bad,
and you're drunk as well.

- Stop it, Marina.
- You stop it! I'm fed up!

I don't care if you've got other
girls! Do what you want!

But without a lot of drama
or pathetic scenes.

- You should say things to my face.
- Please, Marina!

There isn't anyone else.

No one.

I didn't think I cared
so much about you.

I didn't cheat on you, I'd have told you. But
there's one thing you don't know. Just one.

One? I don't know anything about you,
not even if you care about me.

It's the first time
you've ever told me.

I must go away. It'd be nice
to go away together.

To see far away places,

leave when and if you want
and return when you like.

Life would be great like that.
It's the only way to be happy.

You need money, lots and immediately.

Because I want to live life
while I'm young. At 20!

Not when I'm old.

- Do you understand?
- What are you saying?

What's the matter with you?

Have you argued with your parents?
It happens, you'll make it up.

They give you everything you want.

Do you think my father gives me
the money I've got?

I earn it myself!
It's not difficult, you know.

I was "doing well".

Very well!

Another few months and I'd have
asked you to come with me.

I want to save myself anyway, you see?
I don't feel guilty!

Nobody has the right to
take my freedom away!

Should I give myself up?

Spend years in prison.

Why give everything up?
I'd never be resigned to it.

It drives me mad just
thinking about it.

Give up my youth!
I've done everything to enjoy it!

I still think I've got this right.

Even now that I've killed a man!

Yes, Marina, I've killed a man.

Are you mad?
What are you talking about?

Let's go away, maybe we'll never
see each other again.

Claudio!

I'm sorry. Do me a favor,
let's get away from here.

You won't be compromised.
You know nothing, understand?

You don't know anything.

It's not true, Claudio.

It's not possible.

It's true, Marina. I shouldn't
have told you anything.

But I needed to tell someone.
I don't feel any remorse, you know?

It's as if it hadn't happened to me.

If only I didn't feel so ill!

It happened when I fell.

What's the matter,
what's happened to me?

- How do you feel?
- I don't know, I feel ill.

Tell me how you feel.

It could be serious,
an internal wound.

Claudio.

Let's go to the doctor.

What does it matter now?

I'll take you to my doctor,
don't be afraid.

- Where to?
- Dr. Bonanni.

Go to the emergency ward.

Wait a minute, I'll be right back.

- Can I help?
- Dr. Bonanni...

He should be on the emergency ward.

- Who are you?
- Tell him its Miss Marina.

Tell Dr. Bonanni that
Miss Marina is waiting to see him.

- He'll be right here.
- Thank you.

It's him.

Madam, your son is home.

- Where is he?
- In his room.

How is he?
Claudio! He's come back!

- Please, Bianca, let me.
- No, me!

Calm down, this is something
I must deal with.

Good evening, inspector.

My son's come home. I'm sorry
to have inconvenienced you.

I must ask your son to come
with us to the police station.

To the police station?

Call a doctor, quick!

"Commendatore",
what's the doctor's number?

It's unbelievable,
you bring up a son day by day,

he's close to you,

and suddenly you find yourself
face to face with a stranger, a rogue!

Giulio!

Giulio!

What have they done to you?

What have they done to you?

Claudio, what have they done to you?

Claudio, what have they done to you?

ENGLAND

Ken Wharton. No, sorry,
I'll get you the switchboard.

Miss Davis? I definitely am
Ken Wharton, not Tom Smith.

But this call happened
to be for Tom Smith.

Though I'd admit the names are
very similar. You will? Splendid!

I wonder where they found that girl.

It's really hot, isn't it?

Ken Wharton.

No, I'm afraid not.

Miss Davis, somebody wants
to speak with the electrician.

I deal with crimes, not fuses.

I wish it too.

Can we use it?

No, I think they agreed not
to publish anything. Money.

Ken Wharton.

Just hold on a minute, will you?

Congratulations, Miss Davis.

Hello? Yes?

Speak louder, please.

Depends on what
you're trying to sell.

What?!

But...

Look, I don't hear you very well,
this phone is almost out of order.

Give me your phone number,
I'll call you back.

What did you say?
Saffron...

Saffron 2011.

It's a public phone booth.
I'll call you right back.

Give me the Saffron police, quick!

Yes, right away!

I want the Saffron police.
No, miss, it's not a local call.

Give me that Saffron number, will you?

Some guy called Hallan says he's found
the body of a murdered woman

and wants to sell us the corpse.
200 pounds.

Cheap for a corpse.

Saffron 2011.

Keep him talking on the phone,
we'd better ask the police first.

Yes, Miss Davis, it's all very confusing,
but... I also want Saffron 2011.

Hello? This is Ken Wharton
of the "Daily Witness"...

Ok, dear, we'll just have a little talk with
your auntie Maud and we'll go home.

Do you think the gentleman is going
to use the telephone or not?

The disgusting behavior
of some people!

No manners at all.
Come on, dear.

Excuse me.

Saffron police speaking.
Ok, thanks.

Pardon me.

My books.

- Well, where do we go?
- I'll show you.

I often come here in the morning
to read and write.

I need to be secluded
because I like to read aloud.

Naturally, I can do it
in a quite secluded spot.

This morning I happened to be reading
Shelley's ode "To Death". Funny, eh?

I'm sure you know it:
"Oh, death, where is thy sting?"

Looking up from my book, I happened to
notice something glittering in the grass.

It was this necklace.

When I bent down to pick it up,
I saw a hand.

And then that white face,
chalky white.

Chalky white.

- Get me details of any missing women
in these days. - Yes, sir.

- Strangled, eh? -Why didn't you
inform the police at once?

I didn't want to tell anyone, actually.
Things like these are such a nuisance.

Do you realize you kept me hanging
around here at least 2 hours?

Too bad. What made
you change your mind?

If I had to get mixed up
in this business,

I might just as well
make something out of it.

- Are you Aubrey Hallan?
- Yes.

I'm Ken Wharton
of the "Daily Witness".

You can write an article,
if you want to.

- Have you finished with him?
- Not yet.

I shall want him in my office
to sign a statement.

About that article,

whatever your paper usually pays for
a piece of sensational news like this,

- I should get double.
- Well?

I can give you the story ready
for publication, I'm a writer.

- Journalist?
- Poet. - Really?

- You are going to write it in verse?
- Mr. Hallan... - Yes?

If we're going to get your story out
tomorrow, there's no time to lose.

You'd better come up to London
as soon as they've finished with you.

- Right, though.
- I'll be waiting for you, ok? - Ok.

- Comma.
- I didn't say anything about a comma.

From the way you dictated it,
it obviously had to be.

I told you not to modify punctuation,
I detest commas.

- Gertrude Stein's style?
- Just style.

"Perhaps it was because my days
pass in so ordinarily a way,

grey days, empty days,

that the white lifeless face
of that poor woman shocked me."

- What was wrong with the piece you did?
- Too many commas! - Full stop.

"It is strange,
I found myself remarking,

how many things one sees
at a glimpse." Full stop.

Have they sent the photos? The poet
wants to choose the one to be published.

- Of course. - They won't
be ready before he leaves.

I'm not leaving.
I'm staying in London until tomorrow.

We'll have all the time we need.

- You'd better leave it to us to pick
the best one. - No, thanks.

I don't think the ones
in profile be any good,

- unless they're touched up.
- Touched up?

They're going to be printed
across three columns, aren't they?

Have you ever had your picture
across the front page?

Not that I can remember.

Supposing you're printing
1-2 million copies of your paper,

tomorrow at least six million people would
have read my article and seen my photo.

- I have all the right to look my best.
- Quite.

- Yes, that's right.
- I'm so glad.

Can you let me have the money at once?

Yes, I can arrange it.

- In cash.
- Why? Want to hit the town?

No, I thought I might go to the dogs.

Not a way for a poet to spend the evening,
Are you keen on dog racing?

Frankly, it bores me to death
but it pays.

Want to go into a partnership?

- Sorry.
- No problem.

- Have you made a bet?
- Yes, one pound on number 3. Ten to one.

- Childish.
- What's your idea?

On the favorite, of course.

By the way, can you advance
the money for my hotel room... A five?

- You've just been paid 75 pounds.
- I asked for 200.

You're a great businessman. I'd like to
read your poetry, it must be horrible.

Give me that five,
I want to make my bet.

Here you are.

- The favorite, 80 pounds to win.
- 80 pounds on 4.

Here you are.

- You must be mad! - Why? Because
I put my money on a certain thing?

- I'm not an amateur.
- Sure, but it's a lot of money.

I do certain things
to get certain results.

- And I don't make mistakes.
- Yes, I've noticed that.

Let's go to the fences,
we can't see anything from here.

There are some interesting things
about that murder.

I think I can write another article.

Not for us anyway. By that time
they'll probably have found who did it.

No, they won't. It seems the perfect crime.
No clues, no motives: perfect.

Wait until she sees my photo in
the papers tomorrow, she will be sorry.

- Did you win?
- Of course.

I just go collect my winnings and we'll go,
I'm not interested in the other race.

120 pounds.

- 80 pounds on 4.
- Ok, pay him.

Hundred... and twenty.

Hey, what about that partnership?

- Imagine spending your life for a job
like that. - Why? It pays well.

- Anyway, one job is as good as another.
- They're all equally absurd.

We can't change the world.
Unfortunately, one has to work.

Are you sure? I don't think so.

I did try once, in a big shop.

I went there because of a girl.

I was there for 2 weeks, then discovered
I could see her without the tag of working.

Don't think it's a rude question,
but how do you make a living?

That's easy when you're
blessed with a good brain.

It takes my father 2 months
to earn what you just paid me

and it seems that I can do it
with a bit of capital.

What a crowd!

I'd like to have all the money they're
spending tonight to be bored stiff.

- It's just possible they're not.
- I know how to spend my money.

I could autograph some
pictures of myself and sell them.

- Sell them?
- I could get one pound a piece.

You have no idea how this crime
is going to thrill the public.

I'd stick to the dogs if I were you.

Would you like to publish
some of my poetry?

I doubt if our readers
would appreciate it.

But you must let me know
if you find another body.

I never mix with people, I hate them.

I don't want to be one of the crowd.

But when you're a somebody
it's different.

Then it's millions of people who
envy and admire you.

It seems as if that woman
got herself murdered

just to help you become a somebody.

Anyway, she gave me the opportunity.
Or rather the person who killed her.

I wonder what he was like,
the guy who killed her.

His hands, I mean.
Big and strong hands, I imagine.

What do you think his hands were like?

Like yours perhaps.

Did many people come
to see me yesterday, gran?

Just a policeman and he was
so upset you weren't here.

- When did you get home?
- Late.

- You shouldn't have gone up to London
without saying anything. -Why not?

Because you should
have told them first.

That's just what
Mr. Garrett was saying.

Give him a copy
of the "Daily Witness"

and say that if he wants my photo,
it will cost him one pound!

Aubrey, shall I leave you a couple
of pounds? You may need it.

I haven't asked you a penny
for 2 years so why should I now?

I just made more than
100 pounds yesterday.

You'd better get tidied up.

I'd expect to be a lot of people
coming to interview me.

Just thinking of themselves,
Mr. Garrett.

I don't know how the youth
is behaving these days.

But I'm sure that boy will get himself
into some trouble

and it will serve him right at all.

I must be off, it's late.

I must say it's a lovely photo.

I wouldn't know it was our Aubrey.

Sally!

Can I come along? I bet people
at the shop were green with envy.

Even in London
they said it had style.

- It's early, what about something
to drink? - No, thanks.

I can only spend a few minutes,
I've got to go and see the police...

I thought I made it quite clear
I don't want to see you.

I don't want you to ring me up or write
me poetry. There's no point in it.

- There is for me.
- Please, stop it.

Hope you don't mind if everybody's staring
at you just because you're with me.

There's anything so wonderful about
stumbling over a dead body.

It's nothing to boast about.
You don't know what people are saying.

I know I should have told the police first.
Is that why you won't see me?

- It's not the only reason.
- Do you think they're right?

I do.

You've no idea
how stupid the police are.

It took them hours to come to
the decision I reached at once.

I think I can be
a lot of help to them.

Nice for you, then you'll be able
to write more articles.

Certainly, watch in the papers,
you'll be reading about me again.

- Hello.
- Hello.

"Your name is a murmur, Sally.

Your name is a sigh, Sally.

Your name is my victory, Sally.

With your name, Sally,
I'll conquer life."

There must be some mistake in the address
of these letters of yours to Sally.

They've been sent back.

- "That fears not fate..."
- Not feeling well, dearie?

- You always hole up at home. - I've not
much to go out for in this damned country.

Gran, could you lend me a pound?

- Ask your father.
- I'm asking you.

- You had such a lot of money last week.
- And I'll have a lot more soon.

Come on, lend me a pound, it's a good
investment, I've got to go to London.

Thanks.

Are you Ken Wharton
of the "Daily Witness"?

- Hello. - I'm Aubrey Hallan,
don't you recognize me?

- What are you doing here?
- I've come to see you.

I called at your house,
they said you'd just left.

You see, fortune is always on my side.

We're not interested
in that murder anymore.

- They haven't found the murderer yet.
- They will.

Get him some money, will you?

How is the betting going?

- Just dropped 60 pounds, little mistake.
- So you are broke, aren't you?

- I bet your poems aren't so bad
after all. - Hey...

- How would you like a sensational
exclusive piece of news? - Another corpse?

No, something that will revive
the interest in that murder.

What about if I told you I'd seen
the body 3 days before I rang you up?

- Well? - If it's true,
you'd better go to the police.

- Excuse me, I'm rather busy.
- But I'm offering you a story.

Of course if you tell the police
like you did before

I should just deny
I'd ever said it.

- I see. - I wouldn't deny it
if it made it worth my while.

Look, Hallan,

I don't know what you're up to
but it's about time to speak frankly.

Even if a newspaperman is hardly
the one to preach a sermon,

especially one of my kind.

You've got yourself an amount of brains,
why do you waste your time like this?

I know I could have
a steady job at 7 pounds a week

until death or war comes.
No, thanks.

I like to beat the big stick
and that's what I'm doing now.

Well, does my proposition
interest you?

No, but it should interest the police
or perhaps not even them now.

The autopsy showed Mrs. Pinkerton
had been dead for 4 days.

The fact that you found the body earlier
than you've said proves nothing.

But that's not the best way
to reach success.

I'm sorry I wasn't really convincing.

What if I had seen Mrs. Pinkerton
before she was killed?

I'd still say
you'd better tell the police.

Supposing I told you I killed her...

I wouldn't believe it,
I considered the possibility but...

- I don't think you've got the guts.
- That's just where you're wrong.

Mary, come here.

I murdered her on Wednesday 4th
in the afternoon.

Actually, I met her at the movies.

It's up to the police to prove it
and I don't think they'll ever will.

I couldn't even prove it myself,
it's the perfect crime.

Are you prepared to tell the police
what you've just said?

Why not? It's a tricky game,
but it's worth it.

I'm certain to win anyway. Won't you
bet I can get away with it?

There's nothing they can ask me
I don't have an answer to.

I'd prefer to write my confession
for you, at a price of course.

- But you've become
the model citizen... - Come on.

Yes, that's the house
where poor Mrs. Pinkerton lived.

I saw her go out that day,
lot of lipstick she had on too.

Then, later in the evening
when my kid...

I don't know why I said kid,
she's got one of her own already.

...said hello to the young man,
I turned to Mrs. Conroy there:

"Isn't it Mrs. Pinkerton?"
Isn't it right, Mrs. Conroy?

Then my kid... she was at school
with the Hallan boy...

she said it was him
Mrs. Pinkerton was with.

- Were you friend with him?
- No, I never understood him properly.

He seemed so different
from other boys.

He was writing poems about me.

- Was he in love with you?
- He said so.

After I wouldn't see him anymore,
he went on writing letters.

I sent them back to him
without opening them.

- You haven't talked to him much lately?
- Only once.

He was waiting for me
on my way to work.

- That was after Mrs. Pinkerton's body
was found? - Yes.

He had that newspaper
with his photo in it.

He seemed very pleased with himself.

I see.

I must come and have another
talk with you some time. Bye.

Hallan said her face was white,
chalky white.

Of course it was, quite immediately
after she was strangled.

And that's how he remembered it.

He didn't realize that
4 days in the open air

would be sufficient
to reduce her to that state.

That's where he slipped up.

I admit the circumstances relating
to this crime are very strange.

There's no doubt Aubrey Hallan
had met Mrs. Pinkerton,

it's also quite likely that some
of his extraordinary statement is true.

Namely, that he found the body

4 days before the morning he decided

to sell the story
to the "Daily Witness".

Aubrey Hallan is a misfit.

A young man with no friends
and no occupation.

His father helped him study

so the boy should have
better chances than he had.

But Aubrey Hallan had no intention
of working for a living.

He grew up alone,
thinking only of himself,

of how to make money

and become famous quickly.

Standing over that body
he wondered

if the opportunity had arrived
that he had been waiting for.

The opportunity to make money
and to get into the limelight.

He's suffering from an ailment all too
common amongst young persons of his age:

they can't settle down
to the idea of an ordinary life.

They want their pictures
in the papers.

That's the whole story.

His confession of murder
is childish, absurd.

It's the invention of
an avid reader of thrillers

who at the same time
carries in his pocket

a volume of Shelley's poems.

Mrs. Pinkerton was killed by a sadist.

Whatever you may think
of Aubrey Hallan,

it's impossible
to visualize him in that role.

Now I will ask you to listen
to some of his verses.

"I feel like a swallow soaring
through the sky.

The air is warm
and bright are the clouds.

I want to climb up and up
until I reach - you see it, dear -

that blue oasis.

Then I shall fold my wings

like yours, my love."

Those lines were written
by Aubrey Hallan.

Good or bad, they can't be
the work of a sadist.

Finished?

A great deal has been said
about Hallan's confession.

I now propose to read it.

- I've already said I meant to be accused
and then deny the accusation. - Be quiet!

I'll write an article
about this experience.

"On August 4th I went
to the Saffron movie theater.

I was sitting in one of the back rows
when the woman in the next seat

tried to get in a conversation.

In spite of the darkness I realized the
sort of woman she was, so I didn't answer.

But I couldn't go on
watching the film undisturbed

and I got annoyed.

That day, strangely enough, I was
glad to spend two hours at the movies

and therefore I didn't go along
with her at all.

But she went on talking to me and
in the end, though I don't know why,

I agreed to follow her outside.

She came out after me and
we talked outside the movie theater."

Here I am.
You didn't see me, did you?

No, not at first.

Shall we... go to your place?

Well, really I've...

I've got an appointment.

Where do you usually go?

Shall we go... to the park?

Yes, it's ok.

So we walked towards the park.

I always wanted be able
to commit a perfect crime

and I have proved I had
the skills to carry it out.

For if I had not pretended
to discover that body,

who would have thought
I had a connection with that matter?

The secret of success
lies in the choice of the victim.

You need a person
you have no reason to kill

and in this respect
Mrs. Pinkerton was ideal.

- Nice here in this time of the year.
- Yes, it's wonderful.

You are just a boy, I've got
a daughter about your age.

In trouble too she is.

My husband's in prison and
I've got my youngest girl to keep.

So I have to make my living someway.

I haven't had much luck,
maybe I don't deserve it.

I'm sure you do.
Shall we stop here?

If you like...

It's not your first time here, is it?

You... come here often?

No, I don't often go anywhere.

But now that I've got
my youngest girl to keep I...

We all have our troubles, haven't we?
I'm glad you came along.

What cold hands!

I asked her to show me
the necklace around her neck.

Actually, I was afraid
it could be of hindrance.

She handed it to me without any
objection, she was really dumb.

Pretty, isn't it?

Not worth much of course,
still it looks nice with this dress.

I didn't agree with her
but said nothing.

Oh dear! There goes my stocking.

It's cold,
cover me with your raincoat.

Here you are.

Come on. Lie down here, dear.

There.

Is that better?

You are sweet.
You might catch a cold.

No, I'm alright.

Look.

You got me all thrust up,
so I can't move.

Don't worry, you just keep quiet.

Thank you, dear.

I thought at first you didn't want
to come with me at all.

I'm not left-handed, so I did it
forcefully with my right hand.

I was happy I carried it out
without complications.

Silence in court!

Members of the jury, you would now
retire to consider your verdict.

Mr. Gilbert, it appears the accused
wishes to say something.

- Have you anything to say before
the jury withdraws? - No.

The members of the jury
are entitled to think what they like.

Do you realize you have been accused
of killing a human being?

The death of a human being
is of no importance.

I will well and truly keep this jury
in a quiet and convenient place,

I will not allow anyone
to approach or speak to them,

neither will I speak to them myself
without leave of the court

except to ask if they have
agreed on the verdict.

- Hello, do you remember me?
- Yes.

My paper followed your example.

We offer a weekly prize for the most
sensational piece of exclusive news.

Personally, I don't think
we're going to get very much,

but it will arise interest
and you never know.

- Quite. - Of course I don't expect
a stroke of luck like yours.

- If it weren't for you, Hallan wouldn't...
- He wouldn't have committed murder?

He would never have confessed,
I was going to say.

- How did it go?
- Was he condemned to death?

Yes, I hope you're satisfied.

Where's the nearest telephone?
Thanks.

I want a London call, quickly please.
Central 9090.

Hello, "Daily Witness"?
Ken Wharton.

Yes, Miss Davis, I'm aware Mr. Wharton
isn't in London, because I'm Ken Wharton!

Now listen, Miss Davis, I've had
just about as much as I can stand.

Yes, he was condemned... to death.

THE END

If only one of our children,
listening to our three stories,

feels healed
of the morbid fascination

which cultivates within him
too many false images,

if anyone, perceiving the unveiled
face of egoism,

feels faith in human solidarity
reviving within him,

our work
won't have been in vain.