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And once you start using it, you know why nine out of ten screen stars depend on Lucks soap for their complexion care. Now I Confess, starring Kerry Grant as Father Michael Logan and Phyllis Thakster as Ruth. Night, the venerable city of Quebec. In the moonlight, the narrow cobbled side streets are all but deserted. A man wearing the cassock of a priest has dotted into the rectory of a church. He sheds the cassock, and now he enters the church itself. Who is it? Who's there? It's Father Logan. Oh, Father Logan. I did not recognize you in the dark. Are you, Keller? Yes, Father. And what are you doing here this time of night? I came in to pray. Is something wrong? Can I help you? No one can help me. I have abused your kindness. How? You who gave my wife and me a home here, right with the church, a job, even friendship, to me a refugee, a German. Now you will hate me. Oh, no, I don't hate anyone, Keller. You will hate me. But it was for her, for my wife. She worked so hard, Father. It breaks my heart. Keller, what is it? I must confess to you. I want to make a confession. All right. We'll go to the confessional. Yes, yes. I want you to hear my confession. You've been to the house of Mr. Villette. Go on, Keller. Yes. Villette lawyer. I killed Mr. Villette. Keller. I went to steal his money. I wore a cassock. If anyone saw me, they would think I was a priest. I was looking for the money when Villette surprised me. I did not mean to kill him. You must believe me, Father. I did not mean to kill him. Do it, Otto. You did not kill him. I have just come from confession. Oh. Father Logan is my priest. You are my wife. It is right that you should also know. But why, Otto, why? I am not a murderer. It was an accident. It was the money. How could I watch you work so hard? I lie awake night after night, and I think all we need is $2,000, Alma. With $2,000, we can start a new life. And Villette was rich. Otto. It's so dangerous. They will catch me. They will hang me. I cannot, I cannot. Father Logan will go to them. He will tell them. He will tell them? No. He cannot tell them what he heard in confession. Please, we'll come. Why, Alma? Why should they come? I have told them nothing, have I? Alma, no one knows. Father Logan knows. But he cannot tell them what he heard in the confessional. Can't you understand that? What are you going to do? Nothing. Nothing at all. In the morning, you are going to the police? Tomorrow is Wednesday, Alma. Isn't that the day when I attend to Mr. Villette's garden? What is that? I always work in Mr. Villette's garden on Wednesdays. Tomorrow is Wednesday. I'll go to bed. You need to rest. Rest, Alma. Your father were trying to keep this crowd away from the house. You are the police? Yes. You've heard, haven't you, Mr. Villette's been murdered. Yes. I had an appointment here this morning. With Villette? Yes. Is there anything I can do? If you had an appointment, you'd better go in the house. Do you mind? Not at all. Inspector LaRue's in there. Maybe he'd like to talk to you. What church, Father? The Church of San Bernardin, Inspector. How are Father Millet and Father Benoit? They're both very well, thank you. Good. So you had an appointment with Villette? Yes. Anything special? No, there was something he... You've heard what's happened, of course, Father. We've got Keller in the next room. Keller? He works at the rectory, doesn't he? Yes. He and his wife worked there. Poor devil's terrified. I've been waiting for him to settle down. What are you saying? It was Keller who found the body. You don't mind if we call on you later? No, I'll be at the church. Maybe that we'd like to know what your appointment was all about, eh? Well, I'd better see Keller now. Yes, well, goodbye, Inspector. All right, Murphy. Bring him in, will you please? Oh, policeman, I have told them everything. There's no need to be frightened, Keller. Now, how did you find the body? This morning, I arrived as usual at half past eight. I've been assigned. You have a key to this house? No, the door was open. It frightened me. An open door? Why? The door was always locked. I went in and there he was. I could see that he was dead. I wanted to run. Run? You do not understand how can you? There I was, a man without a country alone, discovering a murder. I thought of the police. I am always afraid of the police. This is a German fear, this fear. Yes, thank you, sir. Father Logan is here. I heard them say that Father Logan... Well, he was here. He's gone now. What will he think of me? Probably very highly, if you can be of more help to us. Help? There are a few things I'd like to know. Now, when you first came into the house, did you call for Mr. Valladon? Father Logan. Please, we can't talk here. But is it true? It's true, Ruth. Vallad's been murdered. I can't believe it. We're free. We're free. Army. Goodbye, Ruth. Father Logan, come in, Keller. The police, they sent me home. I must talk to you, Father. Why? Why did you come to Vallad's house? I know what you must think of me, but I can't give myself up. They would hang me. It's not God for giving me thanks to you. But the police never would. I don't know what you're talking about. I confessed to you. It was my confession. You must tell me what to do. There's nothing I can add to what I've already said. You are so good, Father. It's easy for you to be good. Have you no pity for me? Otto? Alma? Father Benoit, he asks, will you please mend the tire on his bicycle? Yes, yes, right away. Front tire, you left it at the back door. Please, Father. You'd better go now and fix the tire. Mr. Robertson, I said to myself, you're in no position to go to the Crown Prosecutor. You've got nothing to give him. But I'm here just the same, Mr. Robertson. Oh, you're quite a man, Inspector. Quite a man. Now, we know that Vallet was murdered, strangled, and that robbery may have been the motive. But we're not certain. And no fingerprints and no suspects. Oh, this should be very simple for you, Laurel. I took the liberty of bringing a girl along. A girl? A school girl. Murphy's got her out there in the hall. Possibility, Mr. Robertson. All right, Laurel. Let's hear what she's got to say. Thank you, sir, for your Augustine. Yes, Mr. Sorry you had to be dragged out from school, young lady. Oh, but I like to be dragged out from school, Mr. Well, this is Mr. Robertson. He's the Crown Prosecutor. Now, your mother called to say that you passed the Vallet House last night. That's right. And what time was that? Eleven o'clock, a little after eleven. I was babysitting for Madame Jermaine, and I left her house at eleven o'clock. Well, shall we say the time was between eleven and eleven thirty? Yes. And I saw someone leaving Monsieur Vallet's house. A man. A priest, Monsieur. What? A priest. Augustine, this is very important. Are you sure? Quite sure, Monsieur. I was walking by the Rue Valentin, and then suddenly there was this priest. He was coming out of the house and walking away. Did you see his face? No. How tall was he? Like you, Monsieur. And was he fat or thin? Not fat, but not thin either. Did you notice anything special about him? Anything at all? No. Did he see you, Augustine? I don't think so, Monsieur. But you're absolutely sure he was a priest? Yes. Thank you. You may go now. Oh, I must ask you a favor. I don't want you to say anything to anyone about this. Promise? Oh, yes, Monsieur. Goodbye. Goodbye, little one. Wait me again. Yes? It would be very nice if you could drag me out of school. You know what this means? We'll have to check every rector in town, find out which priests were out late last night. It's ridiculous to think a priest would be involved. La Rue, you don't really think it could be a priest? Yes, maybe. There was a priest this morning who... Well? Nothing. I'll have to check further. Don't be so mysterious. Well, I should know something more by tomorrow. Good day, Mr. Robertson. And thank you. Inspector. Evening, Keller. Father Logan, do you suppose I could see him? Father Logan? Oh, sit down, please. I'll see if I can find him. Thank you. Who at the door? A man. A man to see, Father Logan. They drove away in the man's car. Alma, have you washed the cassock? Not yet. Where is it? Upstairs in our room. Do not wash it. I do not want it washed. But why? Listen to me. It is something you must never forget. I've had this little talk at the rectory, Father. Hope you don't mind coming here to my office. Not at all. As long as Father Millay knows where I am. You told him? Yes. Unpleasant bit of business, isn't it, Father? If there's anything I can do. Well, just a few questions. Now, how long have you been at St. Maurice? Nearly three years. Look, you know, I guess I have known Father Millay for 25 years. I was a choir boy when he was over at the Basilica. He told me tonight what a fine voice you had. He's just forgotten, that's all. I hear you were in the army. Yes. Got the military cross, hm? Yes. You seem to have done a number of brave things. Well, I survived. Are you given to understatement, Father? Well, that depends. Now, this case, this Vallette murder, it's all understatement so far. You knew Vallette, right? Yes, slightly. Well, maybe you can help me. What was he like, Father? I didn't know him well. Well, did you know him socially or in a business sort of way? Actually, neither. I met him once many years ago. Cigarette? Thank you, no. It's a funny thing. No one seems to have known this Vallette, really known him. Yet he was a lawyer, had clients. Not one of them has any information that means anything. May I ask what you were going to see him about yesterday morning? Well, that was a personal matter. Well, were you acting for someone, Father, one of your parishioners perhaps? I can only tell you that my visit had nothing to do with Vallette's death. Oh, of course it didn't. But you do understand, don't you, that I must consider every scrap of information. Yes. Well, the time's been committed. Each scrap of information is important to us. Of course. I know sometimes it seems like, well, like prying. It can be very embarrassing. Oh, I'm not embarrassed, Inspector. Good. Well, I've been wondering about that lady you met outside of Vallette's house. She was in that crowd out there. I just happened to glance out the window when I saw you talking to her. Inspector, the appointment I had with Vallette could not be of any importance to you. Oh, well, we're not discussing that at the moment, Father. With a murder, one has to jump from one detail to another. Forgive me, I guess I jumped too abruptly for you. Well, perhaps I just don't follow as fast as you jump. I'm sorry. See, I have a methodical mind. I have to take things one by one. Well, about this lady you met out there on the sidewalk. I wish I could discuss it, but I can't. May I ask who she is? She isn't involved. Excuse me, Father, but that's something for me to decide. I know, I know. But you'll have to take my word for it. She's not involved. Your word. I respect your word. But I need help. I'm not able to help. I see. I just don't want all this mystification to make things too awkward for you, Father. Awkward for me? A priest was seen leaving Vallette's house at the time of the murder. I saw a priest outside Vallette'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 do you have to say? What would you want me to say? That's up to you. Well then, I'd say that a man of intelligence would not be led to believe anything on so little evidence. You're perfectly right. We've checked on every priest in Quebec. Each can account for his movements at the time of the murder. That is each, except one. Where were you at 11 o'clock, Father? I was walking. Alone? No. Good. Now if you'll just give me the name and address of the person. I can't. Father, don't you want to help me? I've done my best. But you refuse to answer my questions. I know. I know. And I'm sorry. But it isn't possible for me to answer them. It's a pity. A great pity. But I thank you for coming, Father. Good night. Good night, Inspector. This is LaRue. Get me Mr. Robertson. Yes, yes, the crown prosecutor. Try his house. If he isn't home, find out where he is. I've got to talk to him. Before we continue with Act Two of I Confess, here's Francis Scully, our Hollywood reporter. What are you reading, Francis? Well, I've got a batch of reviews on the world premiere of The Road, Ken. 20th Century Fox held it in New York last Wednesday night. 6,500 people were invited and 6,000 more gathered outside the theater. Imagine what Hollywood Boulevard will be like this Thursday night at the Hollywood premiere. How were the reviews, Francis? Oh, just listen to this, Ken. The New York Daily News gave the robe four stars and four stars for CinemaScope. The first time in its history any picture received this rating. And what else did they say about CinemaScope? Well, it's considered the greatest emotion picture advance in sound. How big is that CinemaScope screen again, Francis? Well, it's 65 feet long and 24 feet high. And it's so wide that a chariot has four white horses, not just two, thundering toward the audience. Not to mention close-ups of Richard Burton, Gene Simmons, and Victor Mature all at once. I love this description of Victor Mature. They write that Victor plays the Greek slave, quote, with the controlled arrogance of a trained leopard, unquote. Leopard, eh, and Gene Simmons? Oh, these are the words they use about her. Lovely and passionate. I could add a few words about Gene myself, such as complexion by lux. And don't forget, Ken, the robe is in technicolor, so audiences will really see what lux care can mean to a complexion. Well, Gene has been devoted to lux for many years. I guess it's a habit she picked up in England. Well, lux seems to be an international custom with most movie actresses. With so many pictures being made on location, Mexico, Rome, the Belgian Congo, why, well, I think you can call lux the most traveled of all soaps. Yes, lux gets around all right. Like Gene Simmons, so many stars feel that lux is the one soap they can depend on to keep their skin looking its very best. Lux is so gentle and mild. And another nice thing, the fragrance of lux never interferes with any perfume you wear. Thank you, Francis. Once you've used lux, we think you'll agree with Gene Simmons and nine out of ten screen stars there's no soap quite like lux. Now our producer, Mr. Cummings. Act two, of I confess, starring Cary Grant as Father Michael Logan and Phyllis Thakster as Ruth. It's a few moments later. Mr. Robertson, the crown prosecutor, is not at home. But Inspector LaRue has found him. He's been a guest tonight in the home of some old friends. Pierre Grandfort and his wife, Ruth. Sorry, Ruth. Looks like I've got to say good night. That phone call just now. It's about that Villette murder. You all look so unhappy, Willie. Well, there's a very unpleasant angle. A priest is under suspicion. What nonsense. Well, he was seen leaving Villette's house. Which priest? Do they know his name? Inspector LaRue thinks it's a father Logan from Saint Marie's. All right, hate to leave. Thanks for a lovely dinner. Good night, Willie. Oh, no, no, don't come to the door. See you soon, Pierre. Stop worrying. It's ridiculous. Why on earth would Father Logan... Shut up. Please, shut up. I'm sorry. You're still in love with him. Am I? You never spoke about it. And I'm not going to speak about it now. But you are going to speak about it. I'm not going on like this. Do whatever you wish. It's very simple, isn't it? What does one do when his wife's in love with a priest? You can leave me. How easily you can say that. I'm not in love with you. I have never been in love with you. You know that. 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. Oh, my God. My God. Hello? Summary's rectory? I want to speak to Father Logan, please. Father Logan? Oh, but he is asleep. I'm not asleep, Mrs. Keller. Oh. Oh. It is very late. I'll take it. Thank you. Good night, Father. Hello? Michael, I've got to see you. Ruth, please. That's impossible. I've got to see you tomorrow morning. I've got to meet you somewhere. Michael, aren't you listening? I hear you. I'm going to Leavis tomorrow morning. The ferry, Michael. The nine o'clock ferry. All right. Good night. Good morning. Good morning, Father Logan. Walk over here. We shouldn't be seen together for your sake. I had to see you. Ruth, the police have been questioning me. They saw the two of us talking outside of the Led's house. Can you find out who you are? I don't care. I've got to tell you. You're being suspected. I know that. The only thing is for me to tell them that you were with me that night. You can't. They want to know why. I'll tell them everything if I have to. You've got to think of yourself. You've got to think of your husband. 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. I'm not that good. I love you. I've always been in love with you. I know I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. Do you want me to lie to you? I don't want you to lie to yourself. I haven't changed, Michael. I've been married seven years and I haven't changed. But I've changed. And you must understand. I'm a priest. 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 go on hurting yourself. Don't pity me. Our meeting like this is wrong. It's all wrong. It won't happen again. I won't bother you again. Goodbye. Ruth. Who just telephoned? Willie Robertson. He wants me to come to his office now. Why? I was seen on the ferry this morning with Michael Logan. Apparently I was being followed by a detective. Would you like to tell me what you're going to do? Answer whatever questions they ask me. I'm going to tell them why Michael could not have killed Vallette. Oh. Has Father Logan cleared himself to your satisfaction? He didn't have to. I was with him at the time. Would you like me to go with you? I'm in no position to ask Favis, am I? Get ready. I'll get the car. Thank you. I'm so terribly sorry about all this. Oh, this is Inspector LaRue. Good evening. Inspector LaRue has promised to keep all this from the press. That is, I'll do my best. Oh, please, won't you sit down? Thank you. Father Logan is here. Here? Yes, the other room. If you'll join us, Father, please. Good evening, Father Logan. Good evening. Good evening, Father Logan. May we begin, please? What is it you want to know? Madam, you met Father Logan on the ferry this morning. Yes. May I ask the reason for this meeting? I don't think the reason could help you, Inspector. You also met Father Logan on the morning following Valet's murder in front of the house. Yes. And the reason for this meeting? I had an appointment with Monsieur Valet. But Father Logan, knowing of the murder, stopped you from entering the house, am I right? Yes. Of course, Father did not know you had an appointment. But he did know. The night before, I'd met Father Logan. I told him I was going to see Valet at half past nine the following morning. Madam, just so I don't misunderstand, you met Father Logan on the night that Valet was murdered? Yes. Where? We took a drive in on my car. At what time, please? Between nine and eleven. Are you sure of the time, Madam? Yes, I came home just after eleven. My husband had come in just five minutes before. That's correct, Inspector. You, uh, you told your husband that you'd just seen Father Logan? No, I did not tell my husband. Inspector, I beg you. Must your questions be so personal? Madam, do you understand why I must ask these questions? Yes. And I came here to tell you that Father Logan could not have been involved in Monsieur Valet's death. Because I was with him at the time. I accept everything you have said, Madam. But I must know the reason for your appointment with Valet. Valet was blackmailing me. He... he was what? I met Father Logan to ask his advice. But your husband, you had not told your husband about this? No, no, it was nothing to do with my husband. You turned to Father Logan for advice but not to your husband? Father Logan is an old friend. Then he knew that you were being blackmailed. How could he? I hadn't seen him in years. But you just called him an old friend. Inspector La Rue. Yes, just a moment, La Rue. My wife is not under oath. She doesn't have to answer these questions. Monsieur, I have only one more question. Why were you being blackmailed, Madame? You needn't answer that. Why shouldn't she? Ruth, it isn't necessary. Don't answer. Madame, are you trying to protect Father Logan? From what? He hasn't done anything. It would seem as if he had. You don't care whom I heard, do you? Just as long as I answer your questions. Madame, a man has been murdered. Ruth, if you... if you think you'd like the advice of a lawyer... Thanks, Willie. I don't think that would be necessary. The blackmail was about me and Father Logan, Inspector. You were aware of this, Father? Yes. If you will continue, Madame. I'll have to go back a long time to the beginning of the war. It was long before Michael had entered the church. He was working then for the government. And we... we'd fallen in love. He was one of the first to volunteer. I hated him for that. I was selfish even then. I don't think so seriously. War and love. Yes, even love. I begged him to marry me before he left, but he wouldn't. It seemed so long ago. Ruth, how could you talk about getting married? You know I'll be shipping out soon. But darling, that's why I want to marry you. Are there enough widows as it is? Michael. You think I don't love you enough? I love you too much. Much too much. Don't you see? Just no telling when I get back. Or if I ever will. Meanwhile, you'd better forget about me. How can you say that if you love me? If I love you. There never can be anyone else, never. Ruth, won't you understand? It's so unfair to you. You think it's fair to tell me to forget you? You know something? You're a very stubborn girl, aren't you? His letters were long at first. But after a while there were no letters at all. Nothing. Not a word. For over a year. Meanwhile, I'd started working for my future husband. Pierre was... he was... Ruth, you don't have to tell him. You don't have to tell him anything more. I want to. You were very kind to me, Pierre. You realized I was unhappy. Like all kind people, you never asked me why. I was in love with you. Anyway, six months later, we were married. When the war was over, Michael came home. I was at the dock the day the boat arrived. We arranged to meet the following afternoon. It was a lovely day. The end of the summer. We took the ferry and went over to the island. We started to walk. Michael told me the thoughts that had come to him during the war. The war had changed him. Then suddenly a storm came. This won't do at all, will it? You don't even have a jacket. Oh, what's a little rain? Come on. Let's run for it. There must be some place we can go. Where are we anyway? I don't know. It was a beautiful meadow a minute ago. You're getting soaked. Oh, look. There's a house across the field. Maybe they'll let us stay there. The house was closed, Inspector. Locked. The storm grew worse. There was a summer house in the garden. A roof and lattice and ivy. It was the only shelter we could find. Sometime during the night the rain stopped. It was sunlight that awakened me. Michael was seated at a table. His head on his arms. He was still asleep. And then a man came walking through the garden. Hello. Well, I've been entertaining guests, I see. He called again and Michael awakened. What a charming rendezvous. I trust you and the lady were not disturbed during the night. But what a compromising situation, Monsieur. Michael, no, don't. He only defends your honour, madame. Get out. Get out. From my own garden. That doesn't give you the right to insult us. Madame Grenfell? Oh, yes, I know, madame. Rose? That is, I know of her husband, the distinguished member of parliament. I've seen you quite often, madame. Waiting for him in your car. Oh, how exciting it must be to be young. Young and beautiful. This man, Vellette? Vellette. What could I say to Michael? I hadn't told him I was married. Father, let her continue. I didn't see Michael again for five years. Nor Vellette either. Not to the day that Michael was ordained a priest. Vellette attended the ceremonies. And after that, I started to run into him all the time. One day as I left the house, he was waiting for me on the side. Those are the facts, madame Grenfell. If I don't act quickly, there'll be a terrible tax scandal. Only your husband can help me. Then go to my husband. There's nothing I can do. But your husband is so righteous, madame. You could persuade him to use his influence, couldn't you? You can't be serious. Madame, must I tell your husband about you and Father Logan? Must I? There's nothing you can tell him. We did nothing wrong. Think it over. I'll give you 24 hours. I was helpless, frantic. If Vellette started to talk, Pierre's Korean politics would be finished. Michael might be unfragged. I thought that maybe Michael might help. I telephoned him at the rectory. We met that night. As we drove around the city, I told him what had happened. I want you to take me back to the rectory, Ruth, and then I want you to go home. What are you going to do? Leave Vellette to me. I'll talk to him. Can you meet me in front of his house tomorrow morning? You say at 9.30. Yes, yes, of course. It'll be all right, Ruth. Vellette will listen to reason. Don't worry about it anymore. So that explains your appointment with Vellette. Yes, I see. I arrived at 9.30. I couldn't understand why the crowd had gathered. Then I saw Michael and he told me Vellette was dead. I couldn't believe it. I was free. The rest you know. Some of it anyway. Inspector, may my wife leave now? Certainly. Father Logan has his alibi now, doesn't he, Willie? Of course. Thank you. Ruth. Done. Good night. Thank you, madam, for your help. Good night, Willie. Would you like to go now, Father? I said, would you like to go now? No. It's been a terrible ordeal. We're very grateful. Yes. Good night. Well, it's over, Inspector. Is it, sir? I'd like you to see this report. What report? I don't know how the autopsy surgeon. He claims that Vellette could not have died before 11.30. Oh, wait a moment. Madam Brownforce said that she left Father Logan at 11. You can do a lot of things in 30 minutes. I had never quite understood why Father Logan should have killed Vellette. But now I think I can understand. And I thought it was over. I'm afraid not, Mr. Robertson. Only beginning. We'll continue with Act 3 if I confess in just a few moments. Now we're going to meet lovely Joan Weldon, who was signed by Warner Brothers while singing in Song of Norway. What singing have you been doing lately, Joan? I mean, so this is love, Mr. Cummings, but I don't sing. I'm actually more interested in becoming a dramatic actress, like Barbara Stanway. They don't come any better than Barbara. I saw her in the new Milton Sperling production, Blowing Wild, at the studio recently. Gary Cooper, Ruth Roman, and Anthony Quinn are stars in it, too. It was shot in Mexico, mostly near Cuenavaca. And the cast lived in one of those old, established world places. Built in 1527 by Cortez, the Spanish conqueror. Sounds like the picture Blowing Wild would have some wonderful scenery in it. Oh, it has, Mr. Cummings. And a very exciting story involving oil fields and armed bandits. Judging by the looks of Miss Stanwyck at the end of the picture, well, I hope she had lux toilets up along with her. Why is that, Joan? Miss Stanwyck was covered with oil and debris. She plays the part of an unscrupulous woman infatuated with Gary Cooper. And I guess you'd say she gets her just desserts in the end. Well, Joan, knowing how much Barbara Stanwyck likes lux, I'm sure she brought several cakes along. Lux is my favorite soap, too, Mr. Carpenter, for my complexion and in my bath. Most screen stars feel that way about lux, Joan. They believe there's nothing more refreshing than a lux bath. It's a great pick-me-up after a strenuous day. It certainly is, Mr. Carpenter. Thank you, Joan, and I'll be looking forward to seeing you in a dramatic role soon. Use the generous bath-size lux. We think you like its creamy lather and pleasant fragrance as much as nine out of ten Hollywood screen stars do. We pause now for station identification. This is the CBS Radio Network. The curtain rises on Act 3 of I Confess, starring Cary Grant as Father Michael Logan and Phyllis Thakster as Ruth. It's very early the following morning, but already the phone has rung in the ground for home. An urgent call from Mr. Robertson, the prosecutor. And now Ruth has rushed to the church of Saint Marie. But I can't talk to you now, Ruth. There are people waiting at the confession hall. Mr. Robertson, phone. They're going to arrest you. Oh, Michael, what can we do? I don't know. You're not going to let them bring you to trial. Don't you know what that would mean? I've done this to you. I've done it all. No, no. You mustn't say that. They're going to call me as a witness. And all because of what I told them last night. They claim I've given them the motive they've been waiting for. Ruth, please. I must go now. I should have lied, but I told the truth. And now they'll twist everything I've said. They'll turn it. They'll use it. I wanted to help you, to help you. Well, it doesn't matter. There's nothing either of us can do. You are through with confessions? Yes. You have been talking to the police. They asked about me. You told them about me? I'm going to be arrested, Keller. You? You are trying to frighten me. You think by telling me that I will gift myself up? So what are you going to do when they arrest you? I don't know. You are frightened. Maybe they will hang you instead of me, and that frightens you. But you can't tell them, can you? You can't tell them as long as you are a priest. You've been looking for me, Inspector LaRue? Yes, Father. Yes, indeed. I've been looking for you for about three hours. We've been looking for you every policeman in Quebec. I've been walking. I've been trying to think. You can call it off, Murphy. You just walked in. You had lunch yet, Father? No. Well, let me order something for you. Oh, you are under arrest. Yes, I know. Priest, arrested for murder. Father Logan, charged with valet murder. Robertson plans speedy trial of accused priest. You will tell the court once again, Sergeant Murphy, where did you find this priestly garment, this cassock? The rectory, sir. Father Logan's room. I found it hidden in his trunk. Hidden? Objection, my lord. And what grounds can the witness claim the article was hidden? Sustained. Sorry, my lord. The crown is content to establish only the fact that the cassock was in the accused trunk. Now then, Sergeant, what did the police do with this cassock? We sent it to Dr. Bernard, pathologist at Laval University. I have his signed report here, sir. It's Dr. Bernard's opinion that the cassock was stained with human blood. Whose blood? The report says that the blood type is identical to that of the murdered man, Valet. Thank you. Now, if it pleased the court, the crown would like to recall the witness whom we heard yesterday, but very briefly. Will Otto Keller take the stand? Mr. Keller, you told us yesterday that you spoke with Father Logan on the night of the murder at approximately 11.45 o'clock. Yes, sir. Under what circumstances? My wife was asleep. I was just about to go to bed, so I opened the window. I saw someone entering the church. Who? I could not tell at that distance, sir, so I went downstairs and walked out of the rectory and across to the church. I saw someone kneeling against the altar rail. As he lifted his head, I saw it was Father Logan, sir. Was there anything about his manner that seemed out of the ordinary? He seemed so distressed, sir. I asked him if he were ill. He said no. He said I should go back and leave him alone. Did you go back? No, sir. Father Logan had always been so very kind to my wife and to me. I wanted to help him if I could. Well? He told me again to leave him alone, so I went back to our room. Your witness, Mr. Crawley. The defence waves examination at this time, my lord. Waves examination. Then the crown calls Madame Grandfort to the stand. Madame Ruth Grandfort, please. I cannot see your questions in any other way. How can I, when you repeatedly twist my words around and rephrase them? The witness will kindly confine herself to answer as to the facts. Madame Grandfort, you just told us you were in love with the accused prior to the war? Yes. What we are trying to find out is whether or not you were still in love with the accused on that night of Villette's murder. Yes, yes. Thank you. And how often had you met with him between the night at the summer house on the island and the night Villette was killed? Never, never. You want this court to believe that a woman in love doesn't make some attempt to meet her lover? This line of questioning doesn't seem particularly relevant. But it is, my lord. I am trying to discover whether or not Villette's blackmail was based on his knowledge, not merely of a single meeting between the accused and the witness, but of a continuous uninterrupted series of... No, that's not true! It's not true! My lord, the witness appears to be on the verge of hysteria. May I excuse her for the moment and call the accused? Does the defense object? No objections, my lord. Call the accused. Father Michael Low. Those we begin with the cassock, Father Logan. This is your cassock. No, sir. It is not mine. Then perhaps you borrowed it from someone? No. Yet it was found in your trunk. Someone must have put it there. Yes. But can you help us by suggesting who? I can't say. Father Logan, when did you decide to become a priest? After the war. And in becoming a priest, where you perhaps trying to hide from something? I've never thought of the priesthood as offering a hiding place. It involves certain responsibilities, certain morality. Yes. And yet you saw nothing wrong in having a clandestine meeting with a woman. Are you trying to imply that I was a priest at that time? I was not a priest. But did you consider that this woman was married? I wasn't aware that she was. And so you spent the whole day with her? Yes, yes. We were good friends. I hadn't seen her in over three years. Such good friends that you made no effort to go home that night? We were caught in a storm. Oh, then the storm was the villain. I saw nothing wrong in being caught in a storm. Nothing wrong? Then why on the following morning did you hit the let with your fist? Were you anxious to protect Madame's reputation? Yes. Then her reputation was endangered. You suddenly realized there was something more than merely being caught in a storm. Villette. Villette made insinuations. My argument with Villette had nothing to do with any sudden realization. But you hit him in anger. Yes. You hit a man when he merely intruded upon a harmless situation. Then surely you are capable of far more violence when that same man blackmails your friend, Madame Grandfar. I am not capable of murder. You would go to such a man and unable to control your temper, unable to face a public scandal, you would turn again to physical force. No, I would not. No, you would not. You say that you and Madame separated at eleven o'clock on the night of the murder. That's right. Yes. Then it was possible for you to be at Villette's house by half past eleven. Yes, it was possible, but I did not go there. I went back to the rectory. And what did you do, Father Logan? I went up to my room. Then I went downstairs and into the church. Did you see anyone there? Otto Keller. Mr. Keller has told the court that the time then was eleven forty-five or after. That isn't true. Then perhaps you were prepared to tell us the truth. I have told you the truth. That is all you have to say. That is all. And I say that you did not return to the rectory until eleven forty-five or after. That you had met with Villette. That he threatened you with exposure. And that you then proceeded to kill him. No. No. Prosecution res case. Defense player, circumstantial evidence. Judge charges jury. Judge withholds all comments. Verdict awaited. Priest to hang if guilty. Everybody stands. Verdict. We are. Is Michael Logan guilty of murder or not guilty? While we attach grave suspicions to the accused, we cannot find sufficient evidence to prove that he actually killed Mr. Villette. Our verdict is not guilty. Michael Logan. Well, I have no doubt as judge of this trial that the jury reached their conclusions in utmost regard for justice. I must express my personal disagreement with their verdict. Michael Logan, you are hereby discharged and this court is adjourned. I told you the cassock wouldn't be enough. They've ruined him. Why couldn't they just have said not guilty and let it go at that? Are you satisfied, Willie? Are you satisfied with all this? Do you think I enjoyed it, Pierre? Someday, perhaps. You and Ruth may forgive me. Ruth. Look, here out the window. What are they doing to him? People are angry, madam, if he were anyone else but a priest. They're throwing things at him. They're hurting him. The police will handle it. There, you see? I can't even help him now. And after all I've done to him. No, no, look. Isn't that Mrs. Keller out there? What's she doing? Yes, she's shouting something. She's pointing to her husband and shouting, I'd better get down there. Those were shots. Mrs. Keller, someone shot Mrs. Keller. He was running toward me, Mrs. Keller. She kept shouting, he's innocent. The priest is innocent. Keller was about 20 feet in back of her. He shot her twice. Where is she? They've just taken her to that shop over there. Who's getting her statement? No one, sir. She's dead. And Keller? He won't get far. We're after him now. He ran into the hotel down there. I don't want him shot. Well, he still got the gun, sir. I don't want him dead. I want to talk to him. Yes, sir. Where's Father Logan? He went in the shop where Mrs. Keller is. Well, Father? All she was able to say was, forgive me. We should have Keller in a few minutes. Now, what about him? I'm not sure what you mean. Why did he shoot his wife? Why did she say you were innocent? I can't answer that. Keller worked in the rectory. He also worked as Valet's gardener. What else can you tell me about him? Will you let me try to talk to him? I've got to catch him first. All right, Father, come along. He's somewhere in the hotel. Thank you. What are you trying to do, Father? Protect him? I... I think we'd better go to the hotel. Haunted Inspector, behind those doors is a ballroom. No place to hide. Just a floor and a stage. Every exit's covered. Just sent Farooch, but to your guests. Oh, no, please. Let me try to talk to him. No. Murphy opened the doors. Now, the rest of you, stand back. You ready? Go ahead. Keller? What do you want? I want you to give yourself up. Why would I do that? Your wife isn't that enough. And what about Valet? Valet? Oh, the priest talked. Logan, where are you, Father Logan? Keller. Ah, so you are there. How kindly you hear my confession and then a little shame or little violence. That's all it takes to make you talk. I'm going in there. I'll get back. Father will kill you. Oh, you'll show yourself the hypocrite, the pretender. I thought you would rather die than to betray your faith. Keep him covered, Murphy. Yes, sir. Now, get ready. Aim for Keller's shoulder. Make him drop the gun. Be easier to hit his legs, sir. Shoulder, the right shoulder. I'm going to shoot now, Keller. Drop your gun and we shoot. No, no, please. Don't make them do it, Keller. That is all you have to tell me. Drop your gun, Otto. There's been enough bloodshed. You must not come closer, Father. I'll shoot you, you know? You won't shoot me, Otto. Why will I not shoot you because you called me Otto in such a friendly way like Alma used to call me Otto? Where is my Alma? She's dead. No. You killed her. It is your fault. Oh, I loved her. It made me cry to see her work so hard. Her poor hands, her poor, beautiful hands. She can't be dead. She is. And I am as alonest you are. Oh, no. I'm not alone. You are. To kill you now would be a fateful to you. You have no friends. What has happened to your friends are, Father. They mob you. They spit at you. It would be better if you were as guilty as I. Then they would shoot you quickly. Stand back, please, all of you. Forgive me, my head. Yes, Otto. Please. Hey, Gote Absalho. In nominate batteries. Et vili. 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