The Hour of the Pig Page #2

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- You'll have to get used to--

- Murder.

- Murder?

- A cuckold... smashed the skull

of his wife's fancy man.

A rape here.

And, ah, witchery!

No. That should be

tried by the church.

It's been there, Maitre.

They sent it back to the civil court.

Here's a sodomite.

Buggered his donkey.

Oh, no.

Dispatched, that one.

- Good God, what is this?

- Must be the country air.

[ Laughing ]

- [ Woman Screams ]

- [ Man ] You slut.!

You've been off screwing him again,

haven't you?

Who is the bastard?

I'll kill him.!

I'll cut his balls off!.

Can I help?

- Ah, Maitre Courtois!

- Father Albertus.

I, uh--

what a beautiful morning!

Just, uh, walking off

a heavy meal.

Are you going to town?

Oh, no, no.

Yes. I-- well,

I have to. I, uh--

Your future home,

Maitre.

The builder's design.

[ Courtois ] Gentlemen,

you've heard the Maitre Pincheon

accuse my client, Valliere...

this honest

and gentle farmer...

of the savage murder of a man he

believed to be his wife's lover.

The maitre laments that

the law does not permit him...

to call the wife of the accused

to give testimony.

Nevertheless, I ask you to observe

the evidence she presents to you.

There, gentlemen,

is the object of desire.

Now, I don't doubt that

the beldame is a dutiful wife.

But I have to ask you,

is this a woman for whom

the carnal lusts of one man...

and the hot blood of jealousy in another

led to a terrible revenge?

Truth, as always, gentlemen,

is simple.

The deceased was a drunk...

and a thief.

Several witnesses

have avowed it.

He came by night

to the home of the accused...

was disturbed

in the act of theft...

and in the struggle which followed,

his drunken skull

banged against the hearth...

and he expired.

The accused

had nothing to gain...

and everything to lose

from the death of a scoundrel.

It is your privilege now,

gentlemen, to set him free.

It is in

your capable hands.

So avowed

on the part of Valliere.

Not as sharp as you thought,

the famous Pincheon.

I owe you my life, monseigneur.

I won't forget it.

They had a bad case.

The maitre did his best with it.

No, they'd have strung me up

if you'd not been here...

and all for that bastard!

I should've done him

years ago.

Anything you ever want,

Maitre, ask for Valliere.

- Mathieu, do you think, uh--

- Yes, Maitre.

That the man really screwed his wife,

that little church mouse?

I gather the deceased

screwed quite a few wives...

including those of several members

of the judiciary.

''Just country gossip.''

- We should see the witch.

They could burn her.

- They hang them here.

Where is your glory,

Babylon?

Where is now Nebuchadnezzar?

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