court today,
before the magistrate.
Keep your answers simple.
He'll only state
the charges against you.
Then confirm to him
that I will defend you.
Everyone knows that.
That's the way it is.
The wonderful ways
of the system.
So I have to stay in jail?
It can't be helped.
- How long?
- Until the investigation's over.
They're treating you well?
What I'll really miss
are Marilyn, Marlene,
and Mistinguett.
Pardon me?
They're my...
my goats.
Can I see my mistress?
You have a mistress?
Doesn't everyone?
That's terrible for us!
I mean my school-mistress.
Mrs. Blondeau.
With you,
it's one surprise after the other.
I'll see you tomorrow.
After I see Judge Frйgard.
- Sir, I...
- No, no.
Good-bye, sir.
Don't worry.
- Everything'll work out.
- Come on.
And then she threw the tureen.
- Is that right?
- Yes.
Alright.
Briscot, throw the tureen.
The tureen!
I don't have a tureen.
Oh. Then improvise, man!
Use your hat.
Ow!
What's the big idea?
You never threw a tureen?
No, your Honor.
You use both hands.
Officer, give him that tureen... hat.
Both hands!
- Ready?
- Yes, your Honor.
- You too?
- Yes.
Go.
Was that it?
Yes, but...
Then she took the knife.
Not that one, a knife...
Use this.
She said:
"Oh, you bastard! You bastard!"
Then she tried to stab you, right?
Yes, that's right.
So you grabbed her...
you grabbed her arm...
"Lulu was big, it wasn't easy."
Then what?
I was afraid of the knife.
So I struggled
to move her arm away.
- One way, then the other.
- And then?
Then, during the struggle,
she screamed.
"Ah! Aaaahhh..."
Like that.
Then she collapsed.
Then I saw she had the knife
in her belly.
Moving right along. Officer?
Act it out.
Oh, you bastard!
Oh, you bastard!
Briscot.
That'll be all.
Martin Gaillard,
Gustave Brincourt,
Jacques Ramirez,
Martine Ramirez.
Roger Giannelli,
Mr. Doucet.
Go ahead, be my guest.
Get an eyeful.
I can't complain.
I've only got 3 goats,
but the cheese sells.
You can live on that?
I have vegetables too,
plus my allowance.
His veteran's allowance,
serving the nation.
"Serving the nation,"
let's talk!
I am talking!
He stayed one day!
So what?
Gentlemen!
Don't start.
Poacher, please explain.
When I was 20,
they sent me to Algeria.
The jurors his age
know what that means.
Let the suspect speak.
You came home,
married Lucienne Pйcout.
Your boss's daughter.
I had to.
You had to?
- She said she was pregnant.
- By you?
So she said.
Objection!
It's too easy
to soil the victim's name.
There's no proof
that it was a lie.
Yes, no child was born.
Objection!
Can you produce
- a single witness?
- We have several.
We'll see!
We're ready!
- What witnesses?
- The whole village.
Let's proceed.
Poacher.
You said that
since your marriage began,
you didn't get along
with your spouse.
At first it was awful,
and then it got worse.
Excuse me.
The seventh juror has requested
me to ask this question.
Who got the most
out of the marriage?
If you mean money, it was her.
She rented her land to Mr. Laroche.
And I was working for free
on her farm.
She helped with the work.
No one ever saw her
do anything but make soup
and get drunk.
Unbelievable,
we're trying the victim!
The victim was a twisted individual:
Greedy, mean, drunk, revolting.
You're in the wrong place.
Rather than trying this poor man,
we should convict
an evil woman
who planned murder by poison
for a long time.
It's true, she wanted me dead.
Pardon, pardon, pardon!
When the suspect killed her,
he knew nothing
of her criminal intentions.
"Intentions"...
She laced his drink with poison!
The suspect didn't know!
I figured it out.
I saw in her eyes
that she wanted me dead.
But you killed her!
No.
I defended myself.
For once the punishment came first.
That's totally unacceptable.
You said you were jealous.
I said that?
Yes, you did.
Mr. Jacquard thought
it was a good idea to say that.
Impossible,