The Statement Page #3

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Which I prefer.

I don't want you to be obsequious, but

a little respect never comes amiss.

Especially to an old family friend.

Well, this is all very mysterious.

Summoned by a minister.

No officials, just the two of us.

What's it all about?

I'm very proud of you, Annemarie.

You've done it all on your own.

No help from anyone.

And you're looking wonderful.

You haven't changed.

Come on, Uncle Armand. You didn't

invite me here for small talk.

-I'm a very busy woman, you know.

-Yes, I know.

That's one reason why

I wanted to see you.

I wanted to congratulate you

on getting the Brossard case.

And the other reasons?

No, you haven't changed, have you?

Never any time for pleasantries.

When you were a little girl

and I came to visit...

...before you greeted me, you'd say,

"Where's my present?"

Well, I haven't changed.

Where's my present?

And are you still so obstinate?

Yes. Where's my present?

You may not like it.

It comes in the form of advice.

The Brossard case

is a great opportunity for you.

What one might call

a splendid career move.

High profile, media interest,

and a truly just cause.

I don't like the sound of this.

I'm talking to you

as an old family friend...

...not as a member of the government.

Please believe that.

But I think you may have been

handed a poisoned chalice.

I always say the best thing to do when

you're handed a poisoned chalice...

...is to hand it back.

-And what's that mean?

-When the law and politics collide...

...the law will always

come off worst.

And what about when justice

and politics collide?

The same.

Only more so.

Listen to me, Annemarie.

You will be caught in a web.

And who's the spider?

You will be destroyed, Annemarie.

Mercilessly.

I'll risk it.

I've warned you.

-Warned me?

-Yes. Take it seriously, Annemarie.

There are people out there who don't

want you to find Brossard.

And who are they, Uncle?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm going to put that--

I'm gonna put that photo

on the front of every newspaper...

...and on television

every hour of the day.

-I don't think you should do that.

-Why not?

Because if he knows his cover's

blown, he'll go deeper underground.

We'd lose him forever.

I disagree. This'll flush him out

into the open.

What about his friends?

To hell with his friends.

I want him to lead us--

-To the old man, yes.

-Yes, to the old man.

The minister should never

have warned me.

That warning was proof that he exists.

And he's manipulating Brossard.

I know it.

Someone wants that Jewish

commando to silence him.

-I'm going public.

-It's your decision.

-Yes, it is.

-And it's the wrong one.

You're gonna lose him.

Give me the press office.

Good morning.

Is Father Abbot here?

Pierre. How are you?

I can't complain.

And you, Father Abbot?

-How have you been?

-I'm well. Thank you.

-You've been moving around, I hear.

-As usual, yes.

Yes, you've been in Castillon.

I heard from Dom Vladimir.

He wanted to know if I'd seen you.

Now why would he want to

know that, Father Abbot?

He wanted me to warn you.

He was worried. A body's

been discovered in the ravine...

...near the abbey there.

It's been on TV.

But why would that have anything

to do with me?

I don't know.

Dom Vladimir thought....

Well, he wondered if perhaps

there was any connection.

With me?

Dom Vladimir's been reading

too many detective stories.

Have you seen the newspapers?

No.

This is our local paper.

Pierre...

...I have received a directive

from the Cardinal of Lyon.

He has instructed us

not to help you in any way.

And my monthly payments?

I'm sorry.

I cannot even offer you a bed.

Not tonight.

Not ever again. I'll see you out.

But my medicine.

I need medicine. For my heart.

We'll pass by the dispensary.

And then you must go.

-God be with you, Pierre.

-Thank you.

Beer, please.

Thank you.

Municipal car park.

-But it's only two minutes walk.

-Drive. Quickly.

I want it cleared up

by the end of the day.

-Yes?

-I've lost him.

Sh*t!

-Where are you?

-I'm in a bar.

Go back to the hotel and stay there.

Use room service only.

I'll contact you.

-I'm getting too old for this.

-It's nothing to do with age.

I'm sick of it too. He thinks if he gets

us to do a room in 1 2 minutes...

...he can tell the Americans he only

needs 1 6 chambermaids, not 22.

That's what Yvette thinks

and I agree with her.

Yvette's a Communist.

Even if it kills us, we better

do a room in 1 2 minutes...

...otherwise they'll bring in

the Algerians.

Here's my stop.

See you tomorrow.

Bye.

-You dropped something.

-Oh, my God, Bobi's beefsteak.

He'd never forgive me. Thanks.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Bobi, I'm here.

Mama's home.

Hello, Nicole.

Where's Bobi?

I shut him in the kitchen.

You bastard.

Bobi, come here.

Come here. Mama's home.

I've got something nice for you. Yes.

And I have something nice for you.

Where'd you get that?

I don't want your money.

I want you to leave.

How the hell did you get in, anyway?

I had a key made

the last time I was here.

-Give it to me.

-No.

-I'll change the lock.

-No. You're my wife.

I have a right to be here,

in the eyes of God.

In the eyes of God. Bullshit.

I'm only your wife in the eyes of

God when you want something.

You haven't changed.

May God forgive you.

He may forgive me,

but he won't forgive you.

I know you inside out.

You betray everything.

You betray everybody.

-Shut up, shut up.

-No, I won't shut up.

You don't like to remember.

But I remember.

When he joined the Resistance,

Jacques was only 1 9.

Do you pray for him?

Do you pray for his soul?

-You betrayed him to save yourself.

-They tortured me.

Lies. You couldn't wait to tell them

where he was hiding.

Do you remember your promise?

"I'll look after your little brother,"

you said.

You looked after him all right,

didn't you?

I'm warning you, Nicole.

I'm not afraid of you.

You and your priests and your faith.

How do you know

what my faith means to me?

Do you know how hard it is for me?

I can't go to Mass in case

someone recognizes me.

You don't go to Mass because you

can't bear blacks kneeling beside you.

You can't bear it when a priest

faces you and doesn't mumble Latin.

Left-wing priests have ruined

religion. You don't care.

-You've never had an ounce of faith.

-I confess, I confess.

You confess lies.

That's what you confess.

There, there, there.

Nicole, darling...

...Iet's not fight.

I mean, it's only a few days.

Nobody in the whole world

knows that I am here.

What about your picture?

It was in the paper.

Why don't you go out

and buy us a nice dinner...

...and a good bottle of wine.

Do as you're told...

...and you'll be happy.

I'll never be happy.

Not while you're alive.

That's a terrible thing to say.

Bobi's worn well, hasn't he?

What's Bobi got to do with it?

How old is he now?

How long ago did I give him to you?

When was it, 1 5, 1 6 years?

Yeah.

It was the only kindness

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