Comme un boomerang Page #2

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Come on, Jacques!

Your son killed a police officer

in the line of duty.

I know, you're right.

It also depends on

the investigating judge we get.

Know who it might be?

It's not good.

You need to fight for my kid, Jean.

And so will I.

Let go of me !

You're crazy!

I'm his mother!

You don't understand!

You can't stop me seeing the bastard

who sent my kid to prison!

And his slut of a wife

can't have heired!

That b*tch with her money...

- Calm down, people can hear.

- I hope so!

Of course he chose his dad.

He got all he wanted!

Even drugs!

See where her money got you?

I don't care !

I want him! He's mine !

He was my son, you hear me?

That's enough.

Come on, I'll take you home.

Come on.

Jacques...

He's upstairs, ma'am.

He didn't seem any different to me.

And you?

He went out more.

But I knew him, I saw him...

If he was an alcoholic or an addict,

I'd have noticed, right?

He even did sports.

It was yourself you saw.

That beautiful shiny bike...

he only rode it once.

I'm not blind.

I saw him just fine,

exactly as he was.

I always judged those I loved

until it hurt.

I told myself he was young...

No, Jacques.

You didn't know him.

He's not my son,

but I saw him.

Maybe I had the time. You didn't.

The travel, money, business...

You didn't forget you had a son,

but perhaps he wasn't sure

he had a father.

Captain, any news on the Batkin case?

The accused is behind bars.

Case closed.

Anything on his father?

- They say he's of Polish origin.

- So what?

Give us something, Captain.

Help us out!

What's the kid facing?

Minimum 20 years.

What time is it?

Time for you to sleep.

Get some rest.

You have to see the judge today.

Don't worry, it's on my mind.

Sleep.

Here, your letter.

Is it your girlfriend

who writes every day?

Mr Batkin...

Did you teach your son

the necessary respect for justice?

I'm a businessman, your Honour.

Not a judge.

Your profitable business affairs

lead us to suppose

you know how to play the system.

Is success a crime?

No, but nor is it a virtue.

It is certainly not a protection.

This isn't about me, but my son.

He's seventeen.

Mr Batkin,

when we sentenced

a 1 7-year-old killer to death,

the prosecution only requested

life in prison.

The jury wanted the death penalty.

We saw it as a reflection

of public opinion.

People are sick of violence.

They're afraid.

But we forgot one thing.

The boy was from a poor background.

Unlike your son.

I don't see the connection.

Yet there is one.

Killers must all be judged alike,

whatever their fathers' wealth.

My son's not a killer.

It was bad luck.

Bad luck for a lucky child.

You can explain all this

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