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This morning, I arrived
as usual at 8:
30. I came inside...- You have a key?
- No. The door was open.
- That frightened me.
- An open door?
- Why should that frighten you?
- The door was always locked.
I went in, and there he was.
I could see that he was dead.
- I wanted to run.
- Run?
There I was, a man without
a country, alone, discovering a murder.
I thought of the police.
I'm always afraid of the police.
- That's a German fear, this fear.
- There's nothing to be afraid of.
- Step outside for a moment.
- Yes. Thank you, sir.
- Villette's been murdered.
- He's dead? I can't believe it.
We're free.
Good morning.
Is my husband in the chamber?
Yes, madame. Mr. Grandfort
is speaking now. A very stormy debate.
That is the understatement of the year.
The honorable member
...except perhaps "curb your dog,
keep your city clean."
Equal salary for female schoolteachers...
...would bring disaster
to our whole economy.
Except to the economy
of female schoolteachers.
- Mr. Speaker!
- At this point of the discussion...
...I adjourn the House
until this afternoon at 3:00.
Ruth, my dear,
what a charming surprise.
- Pierre, take me to lunch.
- Of course.
Feeling better, then? This morning,
- Was I?
- Yes, and not only this morning.
- I don't seem depressed now, do I?
- No.
The tire wasn't flat after all.
Of course, you and Keller
know what you're doing.
Personally, I would have preferred
an old-fashioned white.
- That's what it is.
- Is it?
- Oh, Mr. Keller, good morning.
- Good morning, Father.
You're back early, aren't you?
Is Mr. Villette's garden flourishing?
Mr. Villette is dead, Father.
- Dead?
- He was murdered, Father.
What? Did you hear that,
Father Logan? How dreadful.
I discovered the body.
I called the police.
Then they came and asked me
a lot of questions.
A lot of people were outside the house.
Then the inspector told me I could leave.
What a terrible thing.
A very terrible thing.
Father, why did you come
to Villette's house this morning?
Father, I must speak to you.
I know what you must think of me...
...but I can't give myself up. I can't.
They would hang me.
Hasn't God forgiven me, thanks to you?
I don't know what you're
talking about.
But it was I who confessed to you.
It was my confession.
I want you to speak to me about it.
You must tell me what to do.
I can't give myself up.
You must tell me some other way.
There is nothing I can add
to what I've already said.
Aren't you human?
Haven't you ever been afraid?
You are so good.
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