All language subtitles for Innocent Lies (1995)_x264_BaDTaStE

- Do you speak English?
- Well, I do my best.

Just the woman I need.

The mobilization started two days ago.

They're distributing gas masks.

Is it the same in your country?

Yeah. But there's a channel between us
and you lot.

You knew him?

Yeah. I was working with him
as an interpreter.

He often spoke about you and Angela.

Working? But he retired three years ago.

He told my father he was on a case.

I thought he was with his sister in Wales.

Put those down.

Daddy, might we have time
to go to the beach?

- How long are you staying?
- Just until tomorrow.

This woman, is she the center
of his investigation?

Officially, no.

I don't understand it.

If Joe was on a case,
why did he up and kill himself?

Pretty face. Wouldn't mind meeting her.

- Dangerous woman.
- Is that a fact, now?

- A fact, believe me.
- Just my type, then.

I won't be long.

Can I help you, Inspector?

I'm not here as a policeman.
I'm here as a friend of Joe Green's.

I see.

How well did you know him?

Inside out.

I was an orphan, you see, and...

he was...

He was the nearest thing
lever had to a father.

Since his death, I've had
a very uneasy feeling, here in my stomach.

That's your heart, Inspector.

Why did he ask to be buried here?

Did he never talk to you about me?

His room across the river is full of
photographs of you and your family.

Let me tell you a secret.

He was in love with me.

My late husband barely touched me, and...

one day, when I really needed someone...

Joe was there.

Of course, it was impossible between us
in other respects, but...

I loved his hands, his face...

his smell.

You think he was here
because of my son, don't you?

Well, you're wrong.

My son's not a murderer.

Your late boss seemed to suspect that...

Jeremy killed his twin brother in cold blood.

Stupid. It was an accident.

Did you notice the big conservatory here
as you came in?

That's where our tragedy happened,
all those years ago.

The children were playing bows and arrows
in the dark.

No one could have prevented it. No one.

For a child to be responsible
for the death of his own twin...

at such a tender age.

Imagine the horror of that.

Carry me.

You're still young, Inspector.

I hope one day you'll discover there is
more to truth and justice than mere reason.

There's impulse and chaos...

the human animal, the human heart.

Yeah, I know, it's part of my job.

So that's what keeps you so cool.

The bride-to-be, my daughter, Celia.

Just returned from the United States.

Celia, let me present Inspector Cross
from London.

He's here for the funeral of a close friend.

I'm so sorry. How do you do?

You can put me down.

And this is Mr. Christopher Wood
from Wisconsin.

He's Celia's new fiancé.

New?

- It's only me.
- But you're supposed to be in Oxford.

I'm on a research trip. Dom Perignon or not?

Inspector Cross, my son Jeremy and his...

Wife. Maud. How do you do?

- How do?
- How do to you, too.

And you must be the new fiancé.

I'm not that new.

But you're a bit of a surprise to me.

And so are you to me.

- Join the club.
- Don't go.

Hello, Jeremy.

My darling sister.

Playing hide and seek again, are we?

And when is the happy event to be?

- Next week.
- Fair enough.

We're due back in Oxford
the day after tomorrow, aren't we, darling?

Are we?

Daddy...

We have to stop. Stop?

Joe didn't kill himself.

How would you know?

He wasn't crazy, you know.

There was some thing about this family
that he just couldn't let go.

The daughter's fiance was killed
in a car crash three years ago.

Joe seemed convinced it was a murder...

but that wasn't why he stayed and stayed.

Are you part of the police or what?

Officially, no.

I just help my father from time to time.

Pardon. So sorry to be late.

Mr. Montfort, the Department prefect,
also my father.

- This is Inspector Cross.
- Enchanté.

How do? Good.

Joe Green, how did he die?

Suicide, without question. His own gun.

No suspicious circumstances...

but if you like to check again,
you have all my blessings.

Right.

What's he saying?

He says he'll be delighted to have dinner
with you before you leave.

Right. Thanks very much. Come on.

Hold me, Jeremy. I'm cold.

If my sister had deceived me like that,
I don't know what I'd do.

It wasn't Celia. It was Mother.

Divide and rule has always been her style.

Have you told her we're getting divorced?

- But I do need you. You know that.
- For what?

It's all for outsiders.
There's nothing for you.

You married a whore
just to kill your mother.

I like you very much, Jeremy,
but three years is enough.

15 all.

15-30.

30 all.

30-40.

Deuce.

Mr. Graves retires.

Mr. Wood wins by default,
three games to two.

- Looking for something special?
- The gents'.

Look, while I'm here, do you mind
if I ask you a couple of questions?

Fire away.

It's about your sister's ex-fiancé,
Alistair Jennings.

My best friend. What about him?

You were here when he died?

Once is enough, surely.

I've been through all this
with some pest of a policeman called Green.

Who also died.

Pass that over, would you?

Good man.

Inspector, when I was 11 years old,
I killed my twin brother.

Entirely my fault.

Stupid, dangerous game in the dark.
But I make no excuses.

Seven years later,
my closest friend died in a car crash.

Do you know what real friendship is?

Perhaps I could have prevented it.
I've suffered enough, Inspector.

Do enjoy the rest of your stay.

Now I'm at the Hotel du Phare,
Joe Green's old room, number 17.

You remember it? Someone saw you leave.
Madame Beaucalt, the owner.

Very good witness. Careful how you answer.

You don't have a sadistic streak,
do you, by any chance?

Several, yeah.
One or two more and I get a promotion.

Inspector.

Duty calls.

Let's pick this up where we left off?
Soon. Later.

I've been looking for you all morning.

- What is it?
- Well, nothing special.

- I just found a boy who saw Joe Green die.
- Why didn't you say so before?

Ask him again.

No, it's hopeless. He's told us all he knows.

We're just confusing him.

Mother's absolutely livid.

She'd do anything to get rid of me.

So would I.

- Get away from this house.
- Call the police.

You have no right--

You asked me to stay, remember?

I hadn't asked you for anything.

Liar.

You recognize this?

You asked to see Joe Green the day he died.
What happened?

I never saw him.

I waited for him, and he never came.

I swear to you.

You were supposed to get married
three years ago. What stopped you?

My fiancé died.

- In a car crash, engineered by your brother.
- No!

That's what Joe Green thought. Suppose
he was right? No wonder you're terrified.

That's insane. My brother isn't a killer.

Why didn't you invite him to the wedding?
Why did you want to see Green?

He was investigating my family.

I wanted to ask him to find out
exactly who he was looking for.

Wouldn't you?

All right, listen to me.
Now, just listen to me.

I'm after a murderer, the same as Joe was.

I'll give you a very simple choice.
You either stand in my way, or you help me.

That's fair enough, yeah?

The road was perfectly straight.

The car veered off and hit a tree.

It was a sunny day.

Alistair was 24 years old.

It was a week before our wedding.

Celia, I have to leave for London tomorrow.

Do you want me to stay?

All right.

I'm staying.

The whole family's crazy.

Did you know that Lady Helena
was mixed up with the Nazis?

She's not the only one.

They are becoming quite fashionable,
you know.

Joe knew something.

I don't believe all this love-story nonsense.

It just got too hot for her
when he was around.

Listen, my friend.

Lady Helena called Scotland Yard
to lodge a formal complaint against you...

and they called me.

And they want you out of here.

You have no case.
Where is your evidence? For what?

I'll find the evidence.

There is an airplane at 8:00
tomorrow morning.

Solange will make the arrangements for you.

- There's something I have to tell you.
- Go on.

I found a book in Green's room
with a list of certain people in the area...

and your name
and Solange's were included.

It's kind of you, but a bit late.

Unfortunately, it's not the first of these lists
to come my way.

Goodbye, Inspector.

Solange, what's up?

Up? Nothing's up, not at all. I'm fine.

Never been better.

Daddy, why is she crying?

Well, why shouldn't she?
It's a woman's privilege. Don't you ever cry?

Never.

I can't stay here any longer.

I'm leaving as soon as I can.

- Where will you go?
- Anywhere.

Anywhere would be better than this.

I'm so happy for you both.

May you be as peaceful
and contented together as Maud and I are.

.'L'° the happy couple.
- The happy couple.

My only regret is there's to be no
chocolate cream for the wedding breakfast.

Such a shame your parents
are unable to join us, Maud.

Whereabouts are they, exactly?

I'm not sure.

Not sure? That sounds a little heedless.

They've had to move around a lot recently.

Like gypsies?

- And why is that?
- It doesn't matter.

It clearly matters to you.

Let's drop the subject, shall we?

I don't think you like me very much,
do you, dear?

Not much, no.

Now why is that, I wonder?

Mother, you're evil.

Because you live in your own little world,
like a goldfish.

Does the word "Nazi"
mean anything to you at all?

Much more than it did.

Mother wants to rule the world...

the same as she ruled her family. Ignore her.

Perhaps you and I can find an opportunity...

to discuss this in more detail,
now that you're here.

Perhaps.

But Jeremy and I will be leaving tomorrow.

- Won't we?
- Oh, no.

You can't desert us now,
can they, sweetheart?

Sometimes you feel so far away from me.

- You're still sure you want to get married?
- Of course.

You're like a little boy.

Now, five more nights, that's all.

Delicious agony.

Jeremy, you frightened me.

A wedding gift.

Now you're absolutely perfect.

How beautiful.

Thank you.

To remind you of me.

Jeremy, we're not children any more.

Why not?

My little hot-water bottle.

Better now?

A little.

Who is it?

Christopher, let me in.

It's very bad luck to see the wedding dress
before the big day.

If you want to talk to me, I'll be awake.

Don't touch me.

I don't want any more.

I'm marrying Christopher in six days time.

We're leaving straight away for New York.

I won't let you.

I don't want to see you again, Jeremy. Ever.

I won't let you.

She belongs to me.

Come in.

Give me your coat. It's soaked.

Let me take your coat.

- I want you to stay in France.
- I can't.

I've been recalled to London.
I'm in the doghouse.

I've no evidence. I've no case.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

Jeremy could kill me.

My daughter's asleep in there.

If you really want help, Celia...

there's a nice traditional way to get it.

You simply make a statement
against your brother.

It's your choice, Celia.

You either start talking sense to me,
or you go away and leave me in peace.

Please stay.

Angela, what are you doing?

- Go back to bed, Angela.
- But Daddy, I can't sleep.

You shouldn't be up at this time of night.
That's enough, honey. Now shut your eyes.

Your wife married you
under an assumed name.

She's a Jewish upstart.

So? It made her a lot of friends
in North Oxford.

Don't be flippant.

It's bad enough that she's a tart.

- She's also one of the chosen.
- Yes.

Helena Graves, fiber affes.

- You're ridiculous.
- Be quiet.

A Jew in our family endangers my position.

Your position?

No more champagne soirees
with your fancy fascist friend, Mosely...

and the Duke and Duchess of Windsor.

- If you knew how little all that matters to me.
- Well, it should.

Our family needs...

For God's sake, this isn't a family.

You and father never spoke to each other
from one year's end to the next.

You did your utmost
to keep Celia and me apart.

You forced her to go to America.

Celia had to leave Europe
to get away from you.

You made her life impossible
after Alistair's death.

- She needed me.
- I've heard enough of this.

You have no place here.

I want you back in England
by tomorrow night.

And if this wedding is a catastrophe,
as the last one was...

I shall strangle you with my bare hands.
Do you understand me?

You will leave my house.

I have every right to attend
my sister's wedding.

If you and that Jewish slut
aren't out of here by noon tomorrow...

I shall call the police.

More policemen. What a good idea.

- Don't play with me, Jeremy.
- I'm not playing, Mother.

- I haven't played for years.
- Jeremy.

Jeremy, don't imagine that
I shall go on protecting you forever...

just because you're my son.

There's no love in you, Mother.

No love at all.

Do you think you will ever come back
to France again?

Don't know.
Maybe you could come to England.

You could teach me French.

Are you always like this with women,
or is it only me?

What a waste,
just as I'm getting the hang of you.

Solange.

We could have been a good team, you and I.

Mademoiselle Solange, lnspecteur, il y a...

Apparently she was strangled
between 10:00 and midnight.

There is no sign of a break-in.

They found two sets of fingerprints
on the door.

One will belong to the valet who found her.

- And the others will be--
- His.

- The killer's.
- Or hers.

The killer could be a woman. No?

Judith Sarah Sonnenberg.
Born Berlin, October 17th, 1912.

This is yours, isn't it?
Not a good time to lose your passport.

- Where did you find it?
- Helena's room.

- Bitch.
- You married under a false name. Why?

Because I'm Jewish.

Good daughter-in-law material,
especially for a Nazi.

She hired private detectives
to follow me everywhere.

Even the house of my parents
was burgled. Twice.

Now you're being blackmailed.
I saw you yesterday with Louis Bernard.

It must take a lot of money
to shut up a little twister like him.

The money I give Louis is to help him
get my parents out of Germany.

This has nothing to do
with your murder investigation.

- When did you come to France?
- What the hell do you want to know this for?

- Just answer the question!
- Just give me my passport!

Where did you meet your husband?

He picked me up at a hotel in Nice.
He even helped me get false papers.

Now, please, I want to be alone.

Where are your parents now, Mrs. Graves?

I've heard nothing for three weeks.

Destroy this. I hope you get them out safely.

Nobody here
could possibly have murdered my mother.

You think so?
But, problem is, no one has broken in.

The servants were out of the house.
That only leaves...

This is intolerable!

This must be a terrible shock for you.
I'm very sorry.

Thank you, Inspector.

Have a seat.

Ban!

The valet, Albert, thought he overheard
a violent argument after dinner...

between Lady Helena and her son.

- Maybe Miss Graves heard something.
- Did you?

No.

Could you tell us where you were
yesterday evening?

In bed. Reading.

- You went to bed directly after dinner?
- Directly after dinner...

the housekeeper brought
my wedding dress to my room.

And then?

And then I went to bed.

Inspector.

So where's this damned housekeeper, then?

- I don't know.
- Right. That'll be all for now, Miss Graves.

- Unless...
- I have nothing further to add.

If you change your mind, I'm here.

Did you know your mother had
Nazi connections?

Of course. Does it surprise you?

What do you mean,
if she changes her mind?

I don't know. No special meaning.

- Forget it.
- Forget what?

Since this morning,
you can't even look me in the eyes.

Just give me a simple answer.
I'm strong. I can take it.

Get off my back!
I can't take on the Jewish problem...

the refugee problem, the Spanish Civil War,
Hitler, Mussolini...

you know? I'm only human!

You've really landed me in it now.

Are you sorry you kissed me, Inspector?

Where did you learn to play
games like these? Off your mother?

Lovely.

Can I?

Thank you.

Where were you last night?

Gambling. Why?

Never mind why. Where?

At that little whorehouse across the river.
Know it?

- The Hotel du Port?
- Du Port.

You should try it sometime, Inspector.
Girls, cabaret...

cockfighting in the basement.
Something for everyone.

- Plenty of good character witnesses?
- The odd tart. A few drunken sailors.

And a friend of my wife's, Louis Bernard.
True officer and gentleman.

Sounds like a cast-iron alibi.

Now you put it like that,
I suppose it is a little leaky.

Your mother was strangled
with the catgut from your racket.

Anything to say?

To you? Nothing in particular.

No.

- No!
- Celia!

- Angela, stop that. Stop that, Angela.
- Celia!

He's confirming Jeremy's story.

Hey! Just cut that out.

I bet Jeremy bribed him to set up that alibi.

Then he must also have bribed the landlord,
the barman, and all the girls.

I checked.

Well, now you can check with the ferryman.
All right?

Well?

Jeremy Graves made the crossing
when he said he did.

But there is something better.

Celia came across on the ferry before,
and went back around 10:30.

- So she was lying to us.
- Yes, I know.

- What?
- She came to see me.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because... I don't know, because
it doesn't make any difference, does it?

But it means
you deliberately covered up for her.

Let me do things my way.
I'm the detective around here, not you.

Oh, no, I won't cover up for you
and that streetwalker.

Nobody's asking you to cover up.
Simmer down.

- You're getting hysterical over nothing.
- Really?

May I remind you,
in case you forgot already...

that she got back to the house
in good time to kill her mother.

Why can't you do your job properly?

If you are lying to me,
you must have a damn good reason.

For Christ's sake!
We're not married, are we?

What are you doing creating a scene?

If you want to know the truth
about Celia Graves, yes!

I trust her. She needs my protection. Got it?
Anything else you want to know?

What?

Anna, I just cannot cope any longer.

Yes, I know, but that's not the point.

Christ!

Christ, why can't you understand,
you know?

And there's been another murder here.

I don't need the child under my feet, she's
too young to be dragged through all this.

Anna--

Thanks a million.

There's plenty of poor people in the world
who would be grateful for that.

Angie, what's the matter?

You haven't spoken a word to me
since we got here. What have I done wrong?

Miss your mother?

I'm so sorry. I'm so busy and so late.
First of all, the bad news.

Alistair Jennings' car.

Talmi's men have discovered nothing at all
to suggest sabotage.

Three years after the event,
I'm hardly surprised.

- So this is the bad news?
- Now, the even worse news.

This, just back from the laboratory.

The blood and hairs
match Lady Helena's perfectly.

But this was not the murder weapon.
Too fragile.

So you're telling me this was all
deliberately set up to frame Jeremy?

Somebody wants to get rid of him.

And somebody's making a monkey
out of me. Who is it?

One night in jail. What's the matter?
You didn't like the food?

Listen, Inspector, I'm a tolerant man.
But now you're ruining my walk...

and that's serious.

Somebody's trying to
wipe you off the face of the earth.

Haven't an enemy in the world.
Present company excepted, of course.

What about your sister?
Has she any reason to hate you?

Quite the reverse.

- I don't understand you.
- Not your job, Inspector. Not any more.

Queensberry rules, Inspector.
Leave my sister alone.

I've already written to Home Office last night
on prison notepaper.

By the time you get back to England,
your career will be over.

I'll recommend you
for a position in the sewers.

See you down there.

Tell me about this.

Tell me.

Say something. Celia.

Nothing's gonna be held against you.
It's all over for me.

Your brother's shopping me to Whitehall.

Just for Christ's sakes,
stop me from going round the bend.

- I thought you'd protect me.
- That's what I hoped.

- You don't care about me.
- You know I do.

That's not enough.

You're not ready for me. Damn you!

It's all right about the wedding.
Christopher's fine.

Just don't go back to America.
Stay in Europe with me, please.

It's finished, Jeremy. You and I are finished.

But I can't just disappear, not exist.

Mother's dead. She's dead.

Do you miss her?

DO you?

You make me frightened of myself.

There's no way out.

Don't you know how much you mean to me?

- You're my life.
- I don't want you anymore.

Your love, your voice...

-your eyes on me.
- You're killing me.

You can't do this.

Nothing can pull us apart.

Not even you, Celia.

You belong to me. Always. Remember?

Remember?

She belongs to me.

She belongs to me.

Try to hit the yellow.

Just give me an answer, can't you?

Okay.

I'm going back to America.

You don't need me.

Are you sure you want to know?

Yeah.

Everything.

Does it excite you?

Tell me.

Not yet.

I'm not ready.

You know you can tell me now.

You know you can tell me now.

The two of us...

we made Alistair kill himself...

three days before the wedding.

We let him see us making love.

Watched him...

watching us.

That was the best it's ever been...

like tempting the devil.

Tell me the rest. Come on.

Ask me.

Ask me and I'll tell you everything
you want to know.

What else did you do?

Everything.

Did you kill your mother?

- Everything.
- Both of you murdered her, both of you.

Yes.

What are you doing?

They caught her trying to escape
across the border.

I'll handle this.

Just leave. She's mine.

They've found enough evidence
to hang you.

Your stockings, you wash them,
you dry them...

you put them in your housekeeper's room...

and then you leave your mother's blood
and hair all over one of them!

You think I can cover up for you?

What kind of man do you think I am,
for Christ's sake?

What can I do now? It's too late.

Unless you're lying to me.

Unless you weren't there.

Unless your brother killed Helena
on his own.

Just say the word and you'll be released.

Say it.

Don't let me die.

Banjo ur.

You're coming with me.

Come on!

All right. You're on your own.

Move.

There's a train for Le Havre in ten minutes.
From there you can go back to New York.

Go. Move!

Celia.

I'm lost.

I need you.

Both our lives are over.

We're one person, you and I.

Twins.

Silence!

Get back! Stay back!