I Confess Page #3

...couldn't be of any importance to you.

But we aren't discussing

that at the moment.

You see, with a murder, one has

to jump from one detail to another.

Perhaps I jumped

too suddenly for you.

Well, it seems maybe I don't

follow as fast as you jump.

I have a methodical mind.

I do have to take things one by one.

So do I.

So do I.

The difficulty, perhaps,

is that, well, we aren't thinking...

...from the same point of view.

Could it be that, Father?

That could be. I don't really know

what your point of view is.

Well, then I've put it badly. Very badly.

Let me try again. Now, this lady

you met outside Villette's house...

I wish I could discuss it, but I can't.

- Who is she?

- She isn't involved.

- That is for me to decide.

- I know, I know...

...but you'll have to take my word for it.

I respect your word,

but I need your help.

I'm not able to help.

I see.

I see, of course.

I just don't want all this mystification

to make things too awkward for you.

Awkward for me?

A priest was seen leaving Villette's

house at the time of the murder.

I saw a priest outside Villette's

house the next morning.

- Well, Father?

- Well?

Too much mystification

might lead one to believe...

...that both priests were one

and the same, mightn't it?

What have you to say?

- What would you want me to say?

- That is up to you, Father.

Well, then, I would say

that a man of intelligence...

...wouldn't be led to believe

anything on so little evidence.

You're perfectly right.

We have checked

on every priest in Quebec.

Each could account for his movements at

the time of the murder, each except one.

Where were you at 11:00, Father?

- I was walking.

- Alone?

- No.

- Good.

Now, if you will just give me

the name and the address of the person.

I can't.

Father...

...don't you wanna help me?

- I've done my best.

- But you refuse to answer my questions.

I'm sorry. I know, l...

It isn't possible for me to answer them.

Then it's a pity...

...a great pity.

Good night, Father.

I'm deeply sorry.

Good night, inspector.

Get me Mr. Robertson.

Yes, the crown prosecutor.

What?

I don't care where he is, find him.

I said, find him wherever he is.

Take it slow. Come on.

Come on.

Lower.

Oh, you have

to get much lower.

Willy, you're wanted on the telephone.

- That's no fair. Leave me alone.

- I'm not kidding. You really are.

Oh, see what they want, Ruth.

All right, Ruth, where are you?

I'll take it.

- You idiot.

- Thank you.

Hello. Yes, this is Robertson.

Oh, it's you, Larrue.

- Fix me a drink?

- Scotch and soda?

Just scotch, no water.

Yes, hello.

You ought to be in bed with a thriller

instead of worrying people.

Yes, yes, I'm listening.

- Drink, darling?

- I'll get it.

What? But aren't you

jumping to conclusions?

Are you sure?

Yes, I see.

Yes. Yes, inspector, yes.

I'll be right over.

Willy, don't look so unhappy.

I can't help it. Murder's not

particularly pleasant.

You should be able to take that in stride.

Not this one.

- Is it about the Villette murder?

- Yes.

And the unpleasant part of it is,

a priest is suspected.

- What nonsense.

- Fantastic, isn't it?

But a priest was actually seen

leaving Villette's house.

Which priest?

Well, Larrue thinks it's Logan

from St. Marie's Church.

- Do you know him?

- I've heard of him.

Well, I must be off. I hate to.

Thanks for a lovely party.

- Good night, Willy.

- Good night, Ruth.

- You'll find your way out, won't you?

- Yes.

- Good night, everybody.

- Good night.

- Ruth...

- We have guests, Pierre.

It was a good party, wasn't it?

- Ruth.

- Yes?

Stop worrying.

- About what?

- Logan. The whole idea is ridiculous.

- Why on earth...?

- Oh, shut up, please. Shut up.

Pierre, I'm sorry.

You're still in love with him.

That should be apparent.

- You never spoke about it.

- Well, I'm not going to talk about it now.

Oh, yes. You are going to speak about it.

I'm not going on like this.

- You don't have to.

- What do you want me to do?

Whatever you wish.

Very simple, isn't it? What does one do

when one's wife is in love with a priest?

- You can leave me.

- How easily you can say that.

I'm not in love with you.

I've never been in love with you.

But I never wanted to believe it.

That's not my fault.

I've never pretended anything with you.

I hope he's in trouble, terrible trouble.

Michael.

My poor Michael.

Hello? I'd like to speak

to Father Logan, please.

Father Logan?

Oh, but he's asleep.

- I'm not asleep.

- It is very late.

I'll take it.

Thank you.

Hello, this is Father Logan.

I've got to see you.

No, I've got to see you.

I can't tell you now. Tomorrow?

No, not at the rectory, please.

Michael, listen. I've got to meet you

somewhere. Anywhere.

Are you listening?

I'm going to Lvis tomorrow morning...

...on the 9:
00 ferry.

All right.

Good night.

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Father Logan.

We shouldn't be seen together,

for your sake.

- I had to see you.

- The police have been questioning me.

They saw us talking outside of

Villette's house the other morning.

- They're trying to find out who you are.

- I don't care. I've got to tell you.

- You are being suspected.

- I know that.

You shouldn't be seen talking to me.

There are probably police

all over the boat.

The only thing is for me to tell them

you were with me that night.

- You can't. They'd wanna know why.

- Do you think I care?

I'll tell them everything if I have to.

Ruth, you've got to think of yourself,

think of your husband.

Think of Pierre?

Think of him before I think of you?

- I've never been able to do that.

- You must.

It's too late to think of him.

We spoke of you last night.

He's still in love with me.

I'm not that good.

I love you, Michael.

I've always been in love with you.

I know.

I know it's wrong. I can't help it.

Do you want me to lie to you?

No, I don't want you to lie to me.

- But I don't want you to lie to yourself.

- But I haven't changed, Michael.

I've been married seven years,

and I haven't changed.

Are you afraid of me?

Why?

Why?

You're in love with me.

You've always been in love with me.

- You haven't changed.

- Ruth, I've changed.

You've changed too.

You want me to pretend that.

No, I don't want you to pretend.

Ruth, do you understand?

I chose to be what I am.

I believe in what I am.

Michael.

I want you to see things

as they are and not...

And not go on hurting yourself.

Don't pity me.

L... I shan't bother you again.

And you followed her from the ferry

to 22 Grande Alle?

- Yes, sir.

- This is absurd, Larrue.

That is all, Sergeant Farouche.

Murphy, thank you.

This will be very embarrassing for me.

Why should it be, sir?

I'll have to apologize

to Madame Grandfort...

...for this ridiculous report

your men turned in.

I will apologize, sir,

if an apology is necessary.

Very well.

I'll call Madame Grandfort tomorrow.

Why not get it over with, sir?

And then we can get on

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