desperate danger
of forfeiting her honor.
Do not take upon yourselves a fault...
...the burden of which
you will forever bear in history.
A judicial blunder has been committed!
The condemnation of an innocent man
induced the acquittal of a guilty man.
And now, today,
you're asked to condemn me...
...because I rebelled on seeing our country
embarked on this terrible course.
At this solemn moment,
in the presence of this tribunal...
...which is the representative
of human justice...
...before you gentlemen of the jury...
...before France,
before the whole world...
...I swear that Dreyfus is innocent.
By my 40 years of work,
by all that I have won...
...by all that I have written
to spread the spirit of France...
...I swear that Dreyfus is innocent.
May all that melt away.
May my name perish
if Dreyfus be not innocent.
He is innocent.
Down with Zola!
This is no punishment,
just a precaution.
Gentlemen, the court!
Йmile Zola...
...the jury has found you guilty.
You are hereby sentenced
to one year's imprisonment...
...and 3000 francs' fine.
Cannibals.
Once before,
the centuries reversed a judgment.
That too was a closed case.
- Йmile, you must leave France immediately.
- Leave France?
Yes. Go into hiding. England,
any place where they can't get at you.
Run away like a common criminal?
Do you know what you're saying?
You're out of your mind.
My husband couldn't do such a thing.
It's entirely unworthy of his character.
- What will people say?
- What would you expect them to say?
"Zola condemned, Zola in cowardly flight."
I'd be denounced by my friends
as well as my enemies.
It's true.
In prison, you'd be a martyr...
...an object of sympathy
for the entire world.
But helpless to do anything.
In London, you are all-powerful.
You can still fight for Dreyfus,
write smashing articles, pamphlets...
...keep on pricking at
the conscience of the world.
Йmile, there are times when it is
more courageous to be cowardly.
Alexandrine...
...pack me a few warm things.
It must be cold in London.
Zola in England.
London police on the lookout.
Zola in England.
Here you are, governor. Thank you.
Zola in England.
London police on lookout.
Zola in England.
- Are you alone?
- Yes, go in.
- Well, what is it?
- Well, it's come.
- What?
- The new war minister has summoned me.
- You've been what?
- I'm on my way there now.
- Admit nothing.
- "Admit nothing."
With that cursed Zola still writing,
still stirring up trouble...
...the whole world screaming
for the truth...
...duels, newspapers...
...everyone at each other's throats.
You can't hold it off much longer.
You can't, I tell you.
You got me into this.
You've gotta stick by me.
Understand?
Do as I tell you. Admit nothing.
Then come back
and tell me what they say.
I'll be waiting for you.
I want the truth.
The whole truth, Colonel Henry.
Speak up!
But, Your Excellency,
the honor of the army...
I'll hear no more from you
about honor.
- You're a common forger.
- Your Excellency, I swear I'm not.
Show him the document that played such
an important part during the Zola trial.
Take it up. Take it up. Look at it.
Read it!
"Don't tell anyone...
...of your connection with the..."
I didn't write it!
I had nothing to do with it, I swear!
You're lying.
The secret agent who was your accomplice
confessed everything before killing himself.
I give you one last chance
to tell the truth.
Did you forge this letter?
Yes.
I did it for the army.
I did it for the honor of the army.
You're under arrest.
Captain Guignet,
have him taken to the prison.
- I want a signed confession.
- Not now, sir. I beg you.
Later, I'll tell everything.
I can't stand anything more now.
I want a signed confession.
Take him away.
Our army no longer has room
for men of your kind. Understand?
Yes, Your Excellency.
You'll be confined to barracks
until you leave. That's all.
I think you're making a grave mistake,
Your