Movie translated by Shadadda.
I went out to the balcony.
I shouted.
I told them that if they continued, call the police.
Then they stopped.
What did you see?
Not much. There was little light.
They were there, in the corner of the gallery,
dark.
Squeezed together.
I heard someone shout. I think it was Petrini.
But that’s all.
Do you think I spend my nights watching TV and looking for trouble?
At night, I sleep.
I get up at 6 to go to work. I should be there now!
- Sure you do not see anything? - Well, no.
The truth is no.
Nothing. I saw nothing.
Slept like a log. I went to bed at 11 and woke to sirens.
Hello, Pierre.
Later.
Hello, Miss Fontenay.
Hello. What happened?
- Have not you heard? - No. I just got here.
Its horrible. A young woman has been murdered...
- Do you know who it is? - The girl?
She lived in no 87. I didn’t know her?
Are you there?
Yeah?
Police, ma'am.
We're investigating the murder of Sabine Martel. Can you open up?
- Do you carry any identification? - I'll pass it under the door.
Good morning, ma'am. Captain Léonard, judicial police.
Forgive me I worry. When I'm home alone.
It's the right thing to do.
Was you here last night?
No. I just came back from a trip. I haven’t even unpacked my case suitcase.
- Do you live alone? - No, with my boyfriend.
- Was he traveling with you? - No.
He works on the port. Hes a captain.
Do you know if he was here?
I imagine so.
Well, I don’t know for certain.
Hes schedule depends on weather etc ,
traffic, meteorology. It always changes.
Have him call me.
This is my mobile number. Call me when you can.
I'd like to look out the window.
- Did it happen here? - In part, yes.
- Goodbye Miss. - Goodbye.
I don’t wanna be alone.
You did well coping.
- it happened under our windows. - I know.
Now it's all over.
A policeman came.
He wants to see you.
I'll Call.
- Were you there? - No.
I finished late.
When I arrived, the street was full of policemen.
- Do you want me to drive? - No need.
I slept a little.
What are you thinking?
About us.
- Does that make you sad? - Yes, I fear that this is over.
So suddenly??
One morning, we are here together. And at night, one does not return.
Without knowing why.
An accident or...
A meeting.
It may be chance...
It doesn’t matter. The point is that something is broken.
Definitely.
And that life will never be the same ever .
I'll love you forever.
Are you sure?
Yes
try to be careful.
- Until tonight? - Until tonight.
- What are you doing? - I’m a journalist.
- I write about crime. - Why my windows?
- Do you live here? - Yes
- Do not take photos of my windows. - No, they are of the building.
Look at them. Do you want to delete them?
Do whatever you want. I do not care.
Can I ask you a few questions?
No.
- Who is? - Hello, good morning.
Sylvie Loriot, From the "Havre Libre".
I'm writing an article about the murder. Can I ask you some questions?
- I have nothing to tell. - It takes two minutes.
Good morning.
- Do you live here? - Yes
Sylvie Loriot, From the "Havre Libre".
I'm writing about the murder.
- Can I ask you some questions?
Sorry, I was in China when it happened.
- Where in China? - In Shanghai.
I know Hong Kong and Beijing,
but not Shanghai. - I also know Hong Kong.
Port cities. Working as a traffic cop.
Occasionally, I just travel.
Maybe you can help me. I am a bit stuck.
People prefer not to talk to me.
- You will know more than me. - Not really.
I want to write about the area.
How it was before the crime, what has changed...
That sort of thing.
It's a nice neighborhood, normal.
Not much to tell.
- Do you live alone? - No, with my boyfriend.
Was he in China with you?
Why are you laughing?
The police asked the same.
How do you feel about that?
It's irritating.
True. Sometimes we do the same job.
Research, ask people . We try to understand things.
You didn’t answer me. Was your boyfriend here?
No. he was working. He returned home late.
Will you talk to me?
I don’t know. Maybe. I will tell you more.
Men do not see things as we are.
- Do not you think? - A little.
Nobody wants to talk to me. Curious, is it not?
Maybe I scare them.
Maybe.
Would you be scared?
Perhaps.
I would like to talk to your boyfriend. Call me,
when you have a moment. - Yes, although I assure you he wasn’t here.
Can I take a photo?
If you want.
Did you know her?
No.
Not much to tell.
She was a student. She was 20.
Babysat to pay for college.
Was cheerful, friendly, generous ,
enthusiastic, full of life...
You see. As always.
Victims leave good memories.
Not just girls.
Is logical, right?
In such cases, you always remember happy times.
Will you go to the funeral?
No. I did not know her.
Does not matter.
People will come out of compassion.
For anger, too. And to conjure fear.
Crowds scare me.
But a murderer is loose in the city?
The truth is that I have not thought of it. Last night I was on a plane.
In addition, there are many people in the streets.
- And their neighbors, are they afraid? - No idea.
I have not come across anyone. I can not help.
The fact I can talk to you, it helps me.
I understand better what happened.
- Oh, really? - Come and see.
Do you see the pavement on the sidewalk?
It's covered in blood.
The wall is also they have now been cleaned.
That's where she received the first blows.
Must have been a heavy blow because the blood spattered the wall.
However, she did not scream, since nobody intervened.
Well yes, a guy yelled out the window ,
thinking it was a drunken brawl.
And that's it.
The guy held her with one hand and stabbed with the other.
She could not do anything.
Then dragged her to the landing ,
by her coat by the looks of it,
and then finished what he came to do like a beast.
Shut up, please.
I'm sorry. I've scared you.
I could not imagine that.
Had not even come to imagine.
Now, suddenly, it has become very real.
Even now. I think I can even picture it.
Is jet lag. Fatigue makes you more emotional.
I let you rest.
I'll be in the neighborhood. We will see each other around.
- Definitely. See you soon. - Soon.
- Yes? - Me.
- Hello? - Hello. Sign.
Hello.
Hello, Louise.
Forgive me, but I'm a little on edge .
I brought you this.
- What is it? - Open it and see.
- The Emperor and Empress. - How kind.
- Is it Chinese? - Yes
I've heard you on the stairs.
- Was it the journalist? - Yes
- What did she ask? - Nothing concrete,
how was the neighborhood
if he knew the girl. - I wouldn’t have opened the door.
I know nothing. I was sleeping. I heard nothing and saw nothing.
I told the police.
What am I meant to say if I saw nothing?
So that’s it.
- And Pierre, did not hear anything? - Still had not returned from work.
- Oh, no? I thought so. - No. He came later.
At these times, everyone is sleeping .
- What time was it? - 3, more or less.
So nobody saw anything.
Then, when the police arrived, I got up, I saw the blood... It was awful.
But first, nothing.
Nothing at all.
Then I put some flowers.
- Did you know her? - No, no one knew.
Lived here for just two weeks.
I do not know... I felt like.
"People today gathered in Paris Street.
Bouquets have accumulated on the sidewalks.
The pain is still there too see .
No transition, spend the fut..."
I lied, my love.
That night, I was here.
Was here.
I was asleep, I think. I don’t remember much.
But I remember I woke startled, distressed.
I sat up.
The silence was terrible.
Then there was a scream.
A terrible scream.
Frightening.
Inhuman.
Never heard anything like it.
Never.
It doesn’t occur to us that a human could do that
We can not imagine.
I got up.
I went to the window.
And I saw her.
There she was, on the sidewalk .
Walking, leaning on the wall.
She could barely stand. She was holding her belly.
I thought she was drunk.
She pushed the door of the building.
Entered.
I couldn’t see her.
Then went back to bed.
But it was not over.
She screamed again.
The screams pierced everything.
The walls, cement, blinds.
I pierced the eardrums.
I put my hands on ears.
Crossed my hands.
Had my head in my hands.
Squeezing my head, like a bullet was gonna pop out.
And despite that, I did nothing .
I stood, sat, motionless.
As if I did not hear a thing.
Like adrenaline flooded my body.
Like I was numb.
As if all my limbs destroyed.
Then and I heard nothing.
Nothing more...
Did you sleep there?
I wanted to watch you sleep. And I sat.
You're Crazy. I better get up.
Coming?
Did you finish later?
At two, more or less.
You can still get some sleep.
I'm Fine.
I better leave or i'll be late
Miss Fontenay?
- You all right? - No.
Let me help you.
Leave me alone!
Your not looking too good.
Not feeling it.
I've signed a 15-day prescription After that.
If no improvement, I'll have to treat it.
You're not the only one in the neighborhood.
After what happened, it's normal. It'll be better in a few days.
Open the curtains a bit,
look more cheerful.
And your boyfriend, How is he coping?
- Not too bad. - Yes, it is hard.
Be there for each other.
See you Soon. And above all, do not hesitate to call.
- Well, goodbye. - Goodbye, doctor.
Well?
I'm not coping well with all this.
Keep that between us.
Don’t publish that in your newspaper.
Course.
And you, how are you? Have you heard anything?
Not much.
This and that, but...
Your friend does not call me. - He's Not very talkative.
And if you insist a bit, would I be lucky?
No. When he says no, its no.
- I do not understand why. - I do not understand it.
The Police?, do they have anything? - No. they have nothing.
Yet.
Investigate the environment. The family, relatives, friends...
Rejected lovers.
They check the records of sex offenders in the area.
Those who have come out of jail recently .
They do questioning, verify alibis.
After the sailors, boats.
That takes time. But they are patient.
- So you do not have anything to tell. - Not as yet!
There’s always something to tell.
Everything is interesting. People...
Did you read my article, this morning?
No.
I've been with the priest to say Mass .
- And that’s interesting? - Yes For him its everything.
700 people before him. A thousand on the square.
The prefect. Two ministers.
The family.
As it were, seems somewhat abstract. But he will see the faces.
A father, mother, sisters, grandparents .
You'll notice pain, hear the sobs.
And all this in front of the cameras. On a big screen.
All overproduction.
I want to know how it is prepared, if he has already written his homage,
if he believes he has found the right words. That sort of thing.
Tomorrow there will be an autopsy.
And for the victims friends, fellow students etc
The lack of answers.
The absence, grief,.
That will be hard, but life goes on.
Is that do you think?
Well, yes... Cause I agree.
Like everyone else. - No.
Do you think?
You want to become trapped here until the end of your days.
Scattering ash?
Mourning a stranger? That makes no sense.
What do you do now?
Anyway, its. Not that what depresses.
Yes, that death may have weakened him .
That's for sure.
But do not cry for her, if not for you .
I always know everything, right?
Look out the window and know how they killed her.
Know why people lay flowers, how difficult it is for them to move on.
How the police will catch the murderer.
I also know why I feel sick.
Who does he think he is?
Seriously.
Excuse me, you're right. Sometimes I'm a little...
Return to my work.
Yes, I think that would be best.
Goodbye.
Is something wrong?
Last night I had a nightmare.
I said you were at home during the crime.
You had heard the cries, and had not done anything.
Then said nothing more. Me neither ,
because you believed.
He knew that was not you, talking to me.
That was not possible.
That I was dreaming, and when I woke , nothing would have happened.
But I woke up and you were there .
Sitting, as in my nightmare. On the same site.
And he did not know whether he had dreamed,
or my life had become a nightmare.
I do not remember very well.
Only you can tell me.
Hear what I say, and I believe .
No!
I do not want you to touch me!
I want you to talk to me!
Look at me.
Let me tell you it was a dream.
Pierre!
Pierre, what's wrong?
Talk to me. Tell me what happened.
You Cannot leave me like this, without telling me! Tell me!
Look. Tell me.
Please tell me something.
Why tell me if you want to talk about it?
What good is that?
What if you dreamed? What if it never happened?
Maybe you didn’t see or hear anything.
If I dream-pt then I have to find the crime.
I didn’t dream, Louise.
Police have asked the whole neighborhood.
No one heard anything.
You alone.
I know what I heard. I'm not crazy.
It may have been a nightmare. Everyone.
Yes, but only fools confuse his nightmares with reality.
Do you think I'm crazy?
No.
So what do you think?
I don’t know.
I'd like to believe.
But not like this. You, no.
Reflect.
Why are you the only one who heard something? - I am not alone.
Everyone heard it. The entire neighborhood.
Sorry.
Why?
I shouldn’t have got you into this.
No. Do not apologize.
It proves you trust me,
that you feel stronger to me.
Otherwise, what would our love?
If you have not done anything, its because nothing could be done.
I'm sure.
No more about it, my love.
Nevermore.
Anyway, no use.
I cannot fix anything. What's done is done.
Now forget it.
And live like before.
I love you.
Me too.
Hello.
What?
Back again already?
- Yes - How are you?
- Well. - Are you sure? The doc said 2 weeks!
- I'd rather be working than at home. - Your right.
In these cases, it is better to have the head occupied.
You been to the funeral?
- No. - Me neither.
My wife, yes.
But I didn’t want to go. Did you read the newspaper?
- Yet. - Is the result of the autopsy.
A sad story.
Sometimes is better to know nothing.
Especially for the family.
Anyway...
"Shortly after the funeral, the report of the autopsy has been communicated,
a little more is known of Sabine Martels ordeal.
According to the coroner,
blows were suffered in the sidewalk did not result in death.
Despite violence, no vital organ was affected.
Only later, in the hallway of the building ,
The heart, lungs, and liver were then severely wounded.
Investigators are reconstructing the events.
The attacker must have surprised the victim as she tied her bicycle,
then dragged her under the pillars, where traces of blood were found ".
I know why you do not answer me. I understand.
= = But that basically changes nothing .
Call me. Talk to me.
Sir Morvand?
Captain Leonard.
Excuse me for making you wait. Come in.
Is it credible?
I think so, sir.
Holy shit!
38 Witnesses and No one heard anything.
From what i've seen the whole neighbourhood should have heard it.
= = But, you are the only one who heard it.
Do you realize what that means?
Yes
I think not.
Means that someone is lying. You or the other 37.
I believe you.
It forces us to start from scratch.
All interrogations,
it will take up a lot of our time,
time we could use doing other stuff.
As you have not signed, this can be between us.
Your testimony will not have any legal validity.
So think again.
If you lie you will have to bear the consequences.
And be serious.
Do you want to keep your statement?
Yes
Give me a good reason to believe you, not the other 37.
Ask yourself why I would lie?
- Sir Petrini? - Yes
Captain Leonard, Judicial Police.
I would like to specify some things with you.? Can I come in?
Right.
- Now? - Yes, this afternoon.
Its very urgent.
I was sleeping. I have said that I saw nothing.
Never mind, will have to come.
- What time? - As soon as possible.
Yes
Okay.
I have been requested at the station. Seems urgent.
Can you take care of Rosa
an hour or two? - No, sorry.
Pierre is gone. No one knows where he is.
Did you call the police? He must be at the station.
Has he given a statement? - I think not.
- That must be it. Do not worry. - Its been a long time.
With the police, it can be long.
- Where were you? - With the police.
You see.
- Have you been good? - I've told the truth, Anne.
- What truth? - Only one.
I heard her scream. Several times. A good time.
And it was impossible not to have heard.
But are you stupid or what?
Why did you do that?
You were not here, dammit!
Louise told me.
It wasn’t a dream. - You know
I was here. - No.
I know nothing. I was sleeping.
When she cries by night, do you hear?
I'm not awake. But, yes I hear it.
Makes less noise than what was heard that night.
I didn’t hear anything. Nothing. I slept heavily.
I put plugs in my ears.
I took sleeping pills as well. Out for the count.
He will say he heard it. And I'll say a thousand times if necessary.
I won’t tell you, even on my grave.
I swear by my daughter if necessary. I did not see or hear anything.
Do not say that. We know what we hear.
What changed that?
What does it matter?
Do you feel less guilty if you admit you know?
I have a little girl! No one else!
I do not want her to grow up thinking her mother
is a stupid fool who never picked up the phone.
Call the police. It's easy for you.
You haven’t got anyone to look after.
It's too late to do the right thing!
It is useless!
Don't count on me. I will say whatever I want.
Although you heard something,
LIE! Fucking! LIE!
- Anne... - Fuck you too! Fuck you all!
They give to everyone!
Why did you do that?
Why did not you say anything before ?
This is destroying our lives.
- It was already, Louise. - No, It was not.
I would have forgotten.
Have you forgotten? That your husband is a coward?
Have forgotten that night, when you woke up startled,
You heard shouting in the street, and you did not know what they were.
That's what we have forgotten.
Nothing more.
Yes, we could have forgotten.
Maybe.
At least you could have tried.
But I heard the screams.
I can still hear.
At all hours. I always hear that.
All my life.
You can not forget something like that.
You couldn’t imagine. Is something unimaginable.
You will never know what that is.
Good for you.
But I, yes I do.
You can do nothing.
You do not know, you can not understand ,
and can not help me.
So what do I do?
Do I go? Do you leave?
Do what you want.
- You care so little? - Yes
I don’t count for anything?
You hear what I say, but pay no attention.
Like there, as if I don’t exist
You exist, Louise.
I am no longer myself.
I'm not here, I'm elsewhere.
I’m in a place
that has no end...
That will not stop ever!
A girl cries nonstop
and whatever I do, I keep listening.
Its not your fault.
I'll always be alone. - But what do you think?
I also live with it!
With your pain!
With mine!
With the questions I ask myself
on what happened.
About my love.
On my inability to help.
About us.
So I went to the police,
I did not want you to be the only one to know.
I did not want you to take this burden,
you were not my accomplice, or you feel guilty.
Or you to judge me.
I will never judge you.
I love you. - You think I'm less guilty
because you love me? - No.
Not for me to judge you. - If nobody
does, you will do one day.
That will happen,
eventually.
I know. And as time goes by.
Meanwhile, I will live in fear.
At night, go to bed thinking it will happen the next day.
In the morning will wake believing that is the day.
Every time I look, I ask if the trial has begun.
To wait my time.
Never, my love.
Never.
Has already begun, Louise.
I will be hell.
I wanted to go down, and speak to you.
But she stopped me.
I Really wanted..
I wanted to...
Why did not you let me go? Why?
Your neighbors, up and downstairs, heard.
Maybe. But I didn’t.
I think you did.
Initially others had heard nothing.
But then it came to them.
They were glad to get it off they're chest.
Maybe.
Although I did not hear anything.
So they heard and you didn’t?
Are you deaf?
You hear things, of course. You hear.
We heard something.
But what?
So, you get up.
Dim light. Cant see anyone.
So, you lie.
And go back to sleep.
Then, if you still hear the screams, you don’t get up coz your exhausted.
Because the next day, you have to get up.
Nothing more.
I do not regret anything.
I did what I had to do.
- 35, you say? - 38, Mr. Prosecutor.
No statements from 38 people?
To help a girl in danger.
A one, yes. Five, in the final analysis.
But 38 separate each at home...
What do we do?
A trial cowardice? - At least, serve as an example.
Do you believe that?
It will have no effect.
Yes, we will read editorials,
open letters see debates on TV...
All give their opinion.
The process will take place in the media .
Be a lynching.
All residents of the neighborhood will suffer.
Even those who were not there. But that, people would not care.
Will be a media Hiroshima.
Will become "The case of Havre" "Havre syndrome".
But, people only stay with 1 detail .
If 38 people, like them, have done nothing ,
they have not done anything.
A witness who is silent, is a bastard.
But 38 is too many.
This is what will happen.
Do not go ahead with this. Is a matter of public policy.
I ask total silence until after the investigation.
Total
I know how they feel, but orders are clear.
We put aside our feelings, and we do our job.
Pushing mood.
We have to find a murderer. Absolute discretion.
I trust you. Good luck.
Louise, Captain Leonard, Judicial Police.
- Now we know. Hello. - Hello.
The captain needs a list of vessels
from the night of the crime.
The name shipowners docking ports, and routes.
- Absolutely. - Now leave. Good job.
Quickly find that scoundrel. - I will try.
There you have it.
Thanks. - Bye.
17.90 please.
Turn off your lights.
Nobody should to see us.
Can you prove that your a cop?
- I prefer to remain anonymous. - You can trust me.
I never reveal my sources.
If I don’t know who they are I cant say nothing.
Who says that its not just a pathological liar?
Usually in such cases. People talk about the crime.
Just to be noticed. - I think not.
In this case, no.
When you enter the port cargo ships,
no need to highlight these things.
To the pilot?
Get out of here!
Or I will break your face!
Miss Fontenay???
Look, I have no time.
I have something important to say.
Come.
Tomorrow my newspaper releases my story.
- What do I care? - Do not take that tone.
I have bothered to come. - Why?
Because!
This could ruin a lot of peoples lives.
- Does that bother you? - I assume,
it doesn’t bother you?
I need time to prepare.
- Why? Should I prepare too? - I think so.
What for?
38 people heard Sabine screaming.
While being stabbed!
And nobody did anything. - I was in China.
- And Your boyfriend came home late? - Yes
I don’t think so? You know he was home.
Believe what you see fit.
That does not change anything. I will not give names in the newspaper.
When morning comes, It will be very hard.
All of France will know what happened.
This is what I'm preparing for.
I have nothing against you. You found out too late.
If It was possible to say nothing. I would have done the same.
I’m there if you need me.
If you want? - Does that make you feel better?
Life in the neighborhood is going to be difficult .You should leave.
At least, for now. - Thanks for the advice.
Goodbye.
Sylvie Loriot, the "Free Havre". The prosecutor Lacourt, please.
Okay.
Its about the case of the 38 witnesses Paris Street.
Yes, goodbye.
What you trying to do, exactly?
Do my job? Replace me?
My substitutes are very good.
No, Of course not.
I want to understand.
How exactly Maigret?
Its simple. Its quite common nowadays.
No one wants to try, but everyone wants to understand.
To judge, you need to be involved,.
You have to condemn or acquit. But you are exposed to the world.
And believe me, that is uncomfortable.
People do not want to be judged , only understood.
The problem is that there is nothing to understand.
If you try,
there will be a chance of understanding anything.
Let me explain more clearly.
You want an investigation? Its up to you?
Post your article, and I shall be obliged to investigate.
What will we find out?
That, in this case, there are many deaf people..
That a third of the population take painkillers
that leave them unable to react to anything.
And that probably,
a quarter of the witnesses wrongly assessed the situation.
And above all, that people are cowardly and indifferent.
Nice discovery.
They will be ashamed, painfully explaining there actions.
Trying to convince themselves,
And probably believe it. I would.
It would be a sad spectacle and a futile process.
Who would understand? Would anyone?
Nobody will understand better than before.
Nobody will understand why nobody did anything that night.
Believe me.
They wouldn’t understand.
Of all the boats at the dock, only three were there at the time.
I have tracked they're movements in the last 6 months.
Interpol know 'of similar crimes, in ports, where they made a stop.
- Where abouts? - Istanbul, San Francisco and Laos.
I will ask for a commission to interrogate the crew.
And do DNA testing.
This will give you time to organize a reconstruction in Paris street.
- Already? - The inspector received a call from the prosecutor.
Someone here has been talking to a journalist.
- It cant have been one of us. - Who then?,
Who else knows the exact number of witnesses?
There will be an investigation of the IGS. The prosecutor wants a reconstruction
to see if there are grounds to accuse witnesses.
Do it quickly, please.
Thanks for coming.
I hear that the night of the murder,
all neighbours heard what happened.
That night, you was home too?
Yes
And I heard everything.
And I did nothing.
Is that what you wanted to know?
No.
I want to know what happened, specifically .
How could something like this happen.
That’s what I would like to know?
How can you live with that?
I no longer live.
I’m Like a body between two waves.
You drift between the living and the dead.
Like a ghost.
You no longer recognize yourself in the mirror.
You no longer know anything.
You want the time to pass faster.
But time has stopped.
As if you were dead and nobody knew.
Why are you here?
To tell what happened? To apologize to the family?
That would seem repugnant.
No. The family cannot remove my guilt.
I don’t believe in forgiveness. That does not exist. I believe in justice.
Then why are you here?
I do not want to hide.
I have nothing to say, nothing to explain.
On the other hand I want to explain.
To those who will judge me.
Nobody would judge you.
The prosecutor has decided not to charge the witnesses.
It wouldn’t help.
They will not make this public .
But will you? Publish your story.
I don’t know?
I do not know if it makes sense.
I do not know whether to publish it or not, or edit the article again...
I do not know anything. I do not even know what to think.
A few hours ago, I knew.
Now, I do not.
Would you like to read it?
What bothers you?
I feel like the executioner.
These are the facts.
If made public it wouldn’t condemn them.
It might.
You can not ' condemn without trial, appeal, or defense.
I don’t want to do that.
- I wrote to you. - I know, but I was angry.
Sure, these things infuriate. It's normal.
You have to tell people, it's your job.
Post your article.
As it stands, without changing anything.
Make the process inevitable.
There's no escape for me.
Otherwise, I cant move on.
The journalist of "Free Le Havre" Sylvie Loriot,
has revealed what certainly has to be the case of the year.
What happened the night of 15 to 16 February
At 2 am, in Paris Street in Le Havre?
You already know that a young girl was murdered.
So far, there’s nothing extraordinary to tell.
An unfortunate death like many others.
But what Sylvie Loriot tells is 38 people
knew something serious was happening,
and neither one wanted to intervene ,
didn’t bother to call the police...
No one reacted.
- Yes? - It’s Marie.
Did you hear the radio?
SNITCH
I’m scared.
You shouldn’t stay here.
- And you? - I, Must stay.
Don’t ask me to go.
I'll go when I decide.
Then we'll decide together.
I want to stay with you.
Even if you think I don’t understand.
I can help.
Although nothing will be as before...
I need you, i've got nothing else.
I cant return to work.
The long cruises.
Why? What will change?
I want to work with people who know nothing about me.
People who do not ask questions.
I will look for a new job too.
We can live in anywhere, now.
That does not matter anymore.
Get back, please.
Back, please
A little further back, please.
- Were you in your room? - Yes
Stay here, miss.
- Are you ready? - Ready, Petrini home.
- Duval? - Ready.
- Tupierre? - Ready.
- Cadimi? - Ready.
- Durand? - Ready.
- Morvand? - Ready.
- Okay, here we go.
Like that sir?
I do not know...
The first one woke me up...
Longer, stronger.
Longer and stronger.
Like this?
Yes, more or less.
Okay. It was like that.
Then what?
It was about 15 to 20 seconds before the next cry.
- What was that one like? - Even stronger, longer.
It was something like this.
Have the others confirmed?
Confirmation with Petrini.
Petrini intervenes now.
Petrini its your turn.
Approach the window.
Was she there??
Yes
Standing?
Yes, against the column.
And the aggressor?
- He was stood against her. - The aggressor was stood
against her, standing.
Like this?
Yes
Come!
I cant!...
I can not...
Make the effort.
Something wrong?
One minute please.
I cant do this anymore!
- So was she in her room?
Then, no. 2 or 3 minutes later.
Ok lets go.
Good evening, Mr. Prosecutor.
Good evening, ma'am.
Do not worry about me. Continue.
She was there, 3 or 4 feet from the door.
"3 or 4 feet from the door".
She was leaning on the wall. She staggered.
She moved leaning
on the wall, Staggering.
In pain.
Her left arm folded, holding her belly.
"Her left arm folded over his stomach".
She leaned against the door and disappeared.
"Leaned against the door and disappeared".
No screams, then?
No.
No, no cry.
As I could not see her anymore, I went to bed.
Come.
Enough, enough, please.
Reconstruction ended.
Goodbye, Miss.
I’m leaving Pierre.
I’m leaving.
Movie translated by Shadadda.