Life of Emile Zola The
It's no use, Émile. The place is like a sieve.
It would take all the rags in Paris to stuff half its holes.
A gigantic mother brooding over her millions of children, good and bad.
It's magnificent, Cézanne. You must paint it.
As someday I shall write it.
No, Zola. It's hopeless.
You know that people don't want to see the stark face of truth.
They would much prefer perfumed lights like these.
They ought to be burned like something unclean.
Why, Paul, that's splendid.
Why didn't you think of that before? We shall have a fire!
- We could sell them and... - What?
And expose others to their stinking hypocrisies?
No, my friend. We'll burn them...
...and let their lying pages warm the bones of men of truth!
There we are.
Well, look at that. Even the old stove rebels at the vile trash.
Close that window!
- You want me to catch cold? - But we'll suffocate.
That'll be better than perishing from a draft.
Oh, you and your drafts.
It's the concierge...
...for the rent. - He'll kick us into the street.
Don't let him in. Tell him I'm in bed.
Some horrible disease. It's catching. Anything.
- Who is it? - It's Émile's mother.
- Come in, Madame Zola. - Thanks, Paul.
Émile, why are you in bed? Are you ill?
It's tearing my heart out to see you living like this, and now it must end.
Nonsense, Maman. I'm an independent gentleman of letters...
...and soon the world will recognize me.
- Alexandrine, come in. - Alexandrine, here? Where?
Oh, darling, we have wonderful news for you.
- You have a job. - You have a job.
I have a job? Cézanne! Did you hear? I have a job!
What kind of job?
I'm not going to sell my talents to any lying...
This is a job with La Rue, the great book publisher.
You're to be a clerk. Oh, darling, we can get married now.
Now I shall have time to finish my book.
Maybe even get La Rue to publish it.
Cézanne, take Maman's coat.
Paul, get meat and bread!
- What is it? - Émile, I hate to trouble you like this...
...but the butcher refuses us any more credit.
- You told him we'd settle at month's end. - But he wants it now.
And the landlord was very nasty about the rent again this morning.
- Couldn't you ask for another advance? - I've already had two advances this month.
- You're wanted in the office right away. - Yes.
I'll do whatever I can. Don't worry, dear.
This is the agent of police. He has something to say.
Do you have a book called The Confessions of Claude?
- Yes. - The public prosecutor is highly displeased.
- Why? - It is a bad book.
- Badly written? - It is an offensive book.
- It will do great harm to public morals. - Keep quiet.
We've been watching your writings, young man.
You're a troublemaker. Your articles, attacking our leading men of letters...
...the arts, criticizing the civic authorities.
Perhaps there's something better for me to criticize?
I don't want any of your impudence. You've got to stop it.
This is an official warning.
- I hope I won't have to come here again. - You realize, monsieur...
...that his book was not published by me.
But it was written by your employee. That makes you responsible under the law.
- Well. - I didn't mean to get you into trouble.
Why do you write such muckraking stuff when there are many pleasant things in life?
And many unpleasant things.
That's not your business while you work for me. I should discharge you...
...but I'll give you one more chance. - Thank you.
But from now on, you will tend strictly to your work and stop writing trash.
- What? Is that a bad exchange for a job? - A very bad exchange, Monsieur La Rue.
Here is your pay up to the end of the month.
- I'm very grateful to you. - What?
For allowing me to devote all my time to my writing.
Then go ahead with your scribbling.
And maybe a lean stomach will teach you better!
But a fat stomach sticks out too far, Monsieur La Rue.
It prevents you from seeing what's going on around you.
While you grow fatter and richer publishing your nauseating confectionary...
...I shall become a mole, digging here, rooting there.
Stirring up the whole rotten mess where life is hard, raw and ugly.
You will not like the smell of my books. Neither will the public prosecutor.
But when the stench is strong enough, maybe something will be done about it.
You there! Hold on!
- Hold on! - Stop yelling and let us sleep.
A woman just jumped into the river.
She's better off than all of these.
- Why weren't the safety doors closed? - Safety doors?
- They don't waste money on safety doors. - Hey, you!
Get away from here and stay away.
It is true. All these things are true. I saw them with my own eyes.
Print this about the uproar in the Chamber of Deputies.
The military clique howling Clemenceau down because he told them that...
...the army was honeycombed with graft and warned them not to provoke the Prussians.
I should bother. They're only space-fillers at best.
I'll give you 10 franc for the lot. Take it or leave it.
- But, monsieur, l... - Ten franc.
Cecile! Antoinette! The police!
- Come on, get in there! - Come on, get in here!
Out, out, out.
- The... - Come along, you.
Sit still. This lady's with us.
- Leave her alone. - Then what is her name?
I tell you, the lady is our friend. You have no right.
You are very clever, all of you, but we'll meet again.
Have something with us.
- Me? - Yes.
Are your eyes on sticks, then, that they pop out so far?
Tell me, what is your name?
Satin in this district, Lucille in Montmartre...
...and in Montparnasse, I'm Georgette or Madeleine.
Does it matter?
Why do you ask? What do you want? I have nothing.
We have something in common, then.
- What? - Nothing.
But your accent isn't Parisian.
- Where are you from? - From Artois.
- And I wish I was back there. - Well, perhaps someday you can go home.
Me? Go home?
Look at me.
I can never go home.
And I hate Paris.
Cold and wet. Hunted like an animal.
Starved. Beaten by the police. It's dirty, beastly. I hate it!
- Well? - When did you first come to Paris?
A hundred years ago, when I was 17.
You should've seen me then. I was lovely.
Of course, I'm not bad now...
...if you look quick and there's not too much light.
I was lovely then, really lovely.
- I wish I could tell you about it. - Why don't you?
So you see...
...he was not to blame either.
There was just nothing else for me to do.
- How did you know my name? - Why, it's written here.
- What do you want, then? - Why didn't he...?
Oh, don't ask me any more questions. Take all this stuff. All!
All but this.
- The child, what happened to her? - She died.
Convent Saint Marie...
...if it's any of your business.
Paul, where's that sketch you made of her?
That's magnificent. And a pencil.
That's what I'll call my book.
- Have you everything you want, my dear? - Yes.
Oh, I forgot. I want a copy of Nana.
One doesn't read such books. It's not proper.
Madame, your umbrella.
Thank you. And send me a copy of Nana to my address.
I certainly will.
How about a nice new umbrella, monsieur?
I can sell you a beauty for 2 franc, 50.
And lose the privilege of arguing with my old friend?
No, thank you.
- Is Monsieur Charpentier in? - Yes. Jean?
- Yes? - Monsieur Zola is here.
- Zola. - Monsieur Charpentier, l...
I... Well, I have a favor to ask.
Monsieur Zola has a favor to ask. And what is this favor, Monsieur Zola?
It's quite unusual...
...but could you advance me a few franc on Nana? I'm sure it will sell, monsieur.
Monsieur Zola wishes the advance of a few franc because he is sure Nana will sell.
Isn't that magnificent?
You write a book about the gutter, you call it Nana...
...and you hope to make a little money.
Come with me.
I have just finished stamping and addressing it to you.
Well, open it and read.
"Nana sells 36,000...
...the first three days..."?
"Enclosed find check..."
For 18,000 francs?
Yes, well... Why, I can't believe it. It's...
Thank you very much. I don't know how to thank you. Adieu. Goodbye.
Goodbye, monsieur. Goodbye, madame.
- Monsieur? - Yes, what is it?
Could you...? Could you still let me have a few franc? In cash.
I'll pay you back tomorrow.
Thank you, monsieur. Thank you very much.
Thank you, madame. Thank you.
- Umbrella! - Yes, of course. I'll have a dozen.
I'll have two doz... No, I'll have one. Here.
- There you are. - Umbrella!
New umbrella! Umbrella!
- Where are they going? - To Berlin.
- Berlin? - Haven't you heard? War's been declared.
Isn't it glorious?
Those dreadful Prussians, at the very gates of Paris.
There, there, Maman. Don't take on so.
We'll all be murdered in our beds. It's disgraceful.
There's not a morsel of food to be bought anywhere in the whole town.
Even the horseflesh has been sold out.
And the streets... It's frightening, terrifying.
Never did I think I'd live to see France...
...groveling in the dust under the Prussian heel.
- How will it end, Émile? - How does it always end?
In misery, suffering, in the blood of the people.
Those generals plunged us recklessly into a war for which we were unprepared.
Is it any wonder that we were disastrously defeated?
- Those are the fortunes of war. - Those are indeed the fortunes of war.
The whole structure had to collapse before we could learn the truth.
But France shall know why. I shall name her betrayers.
She shall see who led her men to the slaughter...
...who's responsible for her downfall.
"During the entire war of 1870...
...the execution of the campaign was lame, impotent...
...and nullified by petty jealousies among the generals...
...each of whom thought only of securing a field marshal's baton for himself.
The army was governed by dry rot and slow paralysis.
The general staff was mediocre, of an ignorance past belief...
...rushing into the adventure of war with the confusion...
...of a flock of sheep being led to the shambles."
- Good morning. - Good morning, sir.
What is it? You seem disturbed.
Have you read the attack on the general staff in this book, The Downfall?
Book? Book? I never read books. Who's it by?
A certain Émile Zola.
A civilian daring to criticize the army.
He wasn't exactly criticizing, sir. I've read the book.
The war has been over for many years, but I've gathered, as Zola says...
...there were times in that campaign when our staffwork wasn't brilliant.
- What? - We should admit our mistakes.
The army does not make mistakes, Picquart...
...and it will not tolerate civilian criticism.
I suggest that you see the chief censor about this book.
Tell him the army demands the punishment of this upstart.
Chief censor, over there.
- Monsieur. - Mr. Zola...
...I sent for you because every book you've written has caused trouble.
You attacked the Second Empire. You attacked the Third Republic.
Germinal caused a furor and unrest among the miners that lasted for years.
- Nana: Brutal, disgusting. - But true.
All of them stirring France to restlessness, angry passion.
And now this Downfall, attacking our army.
The army heads are furious.
Such a book makes the whole country lose confidence and respect.
Lose confidence in inefficiency?
Lose respect for cowardice and stupidity?
- That would be a pity, monsieur. - You'll write no more such books.
Except, perhaps, one about the rascality of army-ridden politicians.
That's an idea. To expose the government itself...
...with as much truth and accuracy as I put into The Downfall.
- A book that would show... - No, no. I mean...
...you're a reasonable man, Monsieur Zola.
We only want to do what we think is best for our country.
You will do what is best for yourself...
...by leaving me strictly alone to write what I please, as I please.
Good day, monsieur.
That's the funniest thing I've...
It's good to be together again, Paul. Just like old times.
Oh, Paul, I want you to see the pearls Émile bought for me when we were in Italy.
- Albert. - Yes, monsieur?
Make certain that all the windows are tightly shut.
- Émile, Émile. Still afraid of drafts. - My chest, you know.
Oh, your chest is as strong as a barrel. It always was.
Paul, I've always... You know, l... I want to show you something.
Look at this priceless bit of woodcarving.
I picked it up at Lodi, an extraordinary piece of craftsmanship.
And... Oh, now I have a real rare treat for you.
I have something here that you may have traveled the world over...
...and never have found its like. This will simply leave you breathless.
This most exquisite majolica.
I chanced upon it in a little, out-of-the-way shop in Venice.
The work on this...
- Won't you sit down, Paul? - No, I must go.
- It's goodbye. - Goodbye?
Yes. I'm going south, back to the country.
You can't do that, man. Why, Paris is the very center...
Paris isn't for me any longer.
We're old friends.
Out with it. What is it?
- You really want me to tell you? - Why, of course.
You're wealthy now, world-famous...
...a member of the Legion of Honor.
You've come a long way from the days when we starved together in an attic.
And you shouted:
"Burn the books of the hypocrites, the shams...
...and let their lying pages warm the bones of a man of truth."
Sometimes I'm tempted to give in and paint for...
An artist should remain poor.
Otherwise his talent, like his stomach, grows fat and stuffy.
I am sorry, Émile, but I had to say it. You're my oldest and my dearest friend.
- I couldn't go without telling you this. - Paul.
Won't you stay?
I need someone to remind me of the old, struggling, carefree days...
...fighting for a foothold.
You can never go back to it, and I've never left it.
- Will you write? - No.
But I'll remember.
- What's the matter, dear? Tired? - No, no. Just thinking.
- Back to Provence. - Yes, I know. I met him in the hall.
- You didn't quarrel? - Quarrel? With Cézanne?
But he's taken something of me with him.
- The last of my youth. - Oh, rubbish.
He said I was getting too famous and too fat.
Well, what if I have?
I've fought my battles. I want calm, rest.
- From now on, I could look only backward. - That's just idle talk.
Come, let's play a game of piquet.
Strange, isn't it?
Paul and I.
Well, life is tricky.
And I suppose we don't influence our fate.
While we're playing piquet, a starving mother and child...
...jump into the River Seine.
A servant forgets to extinguish a stove...
...and someone suffocates.
Who knows whose fate may intermingle with ours.
A shot is fired.
A letter is written.
- Rene, lay out my civilian suit at once. - Very good, commandant.
I want to see the military attaché, Colonel von Schwartzkoppen.
Sorry, His Excellency went to Berlin, but he'll be back tonight.
- I'll leave this letter for him. - Very good, monsieur.
- What is it? - Look.
- Colonel von Schwartzkoppen? - The German military attaché. Interesting.
- The commandant should see this. - Now, wait a minute.
What do you think of this?
This should be examined by the chief of intelligence.
Excuse me, colonel.
This is inconceivable.
We must show it to the war minister. Gentlemen, come with me.
I think that will be all, gentlemen.
- Pardon me, general. - Yes?
This is most urgent.
- It's a bordereau. - Yes.
A list of our secret documents.
"I am sending you..." What's this?
"Notes on the 120 mm gun, new plan on covering troops...
...changes in artillery formation, Madagascar expedition...
...a new shooting manual for field artillery, very difficult to procure.
I am about to leave for the..."
This accounts for the leakage in army information.
- How did we get it? - The usual channels, sir.
Our agent procured it at the German embassy.
Well, gentlemen, the man who wrote this is our traitor.
...who is it? - He must be on the general staff, sir.
- One of us? - Absurd.
Well, let's have a look at this roster of staff officers.
"Record of officers...
Aaron D'Aboville." It's not you, I suppose, D'Aboville, is it?
- I'll swear it's not, sir. - Marvelous.
- It's like a confounded novel. - "Aaron Cedibini."
No, no, no.
- You found something, colonel? - I was just wondering about Esterhazy.
Ferdinand, Count Walsin-Esterhazy. He's a foreigner.
- A foreigner? - Yes.
He's of Hungarian descent.
But his father was a general in the French army.
Besides, Esterhazy's an infantry officer. The man who wrote that is a gunner.
How about this fellow here? "Dreyfus, Alfred."
I wonder how he ever became a member of the general staff.
That's our man.
Sandherr, take action on it at once.
Very good, sir.
Commandant, send a message to Dreyfus to report here first thing Monday morning.
- Papa, the enemy advances. - All right, fire.
- Don't forget, Maman, when the guns fire... - I won't, dear.
- Wait, I'm not ready. - Hurry, or your battalions will be repulsed.
Oh, not the French battalions, Papa.
All right. Here it goes.
- A messenger from the war ministry. - Show him in.
- Captain Dreyfus. - Yes.
- A message for you, urgent. - Thank you.
- What is it, dear? - "Captain Dreyfus will present himself...
...tomorrow morning, 9:00, at the office of the chief of general staff.
You know, one of those general inspections.
But at that hour.
Isn't that strange?
- Captain Dreyfus reporting, commandant. - Yes.
Just a moment.
Oh, no, no, gentlemen. Experience has proved...
...that the 120 mm gun is...
Captain Dreyfus is waiting, sir.
- Seem upset? - No, sir.
Evidently more of a scoundrel than we thought.
Inform Commandant Dort. He knows what to do.
- Yes, sir. - Well, as I was saying...
...the 120 mm gun is the most serviceable...
- Captain Dreyfus is here. - Oh, very good.
Hurry, Brucker. Hurry.
- Henry. - Coming. Excuse me.
- See you tonight, my friend. - As usual.
Go to office number five.
- Captain Dreyfus. - Yes, commandant.
- I'm to report to the chief of staff. - Who is busy just now.
- Did you hurt your hand? - Yes.
I have an important memo to write for the chief of staff.
Would you mind, while you're waiting?
- Not at all. Gladly, sir. - I'll dictate it.
...the 15th of October, 1894.
- 1894. - Monsieur...
- Monsieur. ...it is important that I regain...
...of the documents...
- Have you got that? - Of the documents.
Which I gave you...
...before going on maneuvers.
What was that last word?
Consisting of a note...
Well, what's the matter, Dreyfus? Your hands are trembling.
No, sir. My fingers are cold. It isn't summer...
Keep your jokes to yourself.
This matter is serious.
- I don't understand, commandant. I only... - Repeat the last word.
...on the hydraulic brake...
...of the 120 mm gun. - Gun.
In the name of the law, you're under arrest.
- On what charge? - Treason.
But... But... This is outrageous!
I've devoted my entire life to the army and you dare to...
Why, this is an insult!
Perhaps you'll tell me the basis of this charge against me.
Obstinate, aren't you, pretending you don't know?
All I know is that I'm innocent.
Your handwriting speaks against you.
I've been instructed to offer you the usual alternative.
I'm not so obliging, nor so stupid as to provide you with a perfect case.
I shall live to prove my innocence.
Take him away.
Jeanne, get Papa's slippers and house jacket!
I've got them.
- There he is. - Papa! Papa!
- Madame Dreyfus? - Yes?
I am Commandant Dort, intelligence section of the general staff.
Go to your room, darlings.
- Yes, Maman. - Yes, Maman.
- Yes, commandant? - I have orders to search this house.
I don't understand.
- My husband... - Your husband is under arrest...
...in the Cherche-Midi prison. - Why, you must be mad.
- My husband left here this morning... - And is now in prison, charged with treason.
Now I know you're mistaken.
My husband has given 20 years of his life to his country's service.
A traitor? Why, how dare you.
- I'll call... - You will call no one, madame.
You will serve your husband best by being quiet and saying nothing.
If you don't, things will go badly for him.
Search the house.
- You'll find nothing. - Your husband is very clever, madame.
My husband is innocent, monsieur.
Dreyfus found guilty!
Dreyfus found guilty!
- Dreyfus found guilty! - What a fuss.
The whole country's in an uproar over this Dreyfus.
Nice, fresh langoustes.
- Shall we get some? - Shall we? I should say so.
These are not fresh-caught.
They're fish, cher monsieur. All our goods are fresh.
Have I eaten lobsters for years for nothing? Observe, my dear. His shell is slick.
He's a grand-père, that one, and long from the sea.
But here's a nice, juicy young bachelor whose shell is dry and rough.
He'll leap into your gullet and sing a chantey as he goes down.
- Am I right? - Lf every customer was like him...
You'd never sell your old stock.
- Émile! Émile! - Hello!
Alexandrine, there's Charpentier and Madame Charpentier.
Alexandrine, you know Anatole France, don't you?
This is Monsieur Scheurer-Kestner, our last senator from Alsace.
Smell this. Smell this. Smell this.
Beautiful. We're having this bachelor and his whole family for dinner. Will you come?
Kill the traitor, Dreyfus! Kill the traitor, Dreyfus! Kill the traitor, Dreyfus!
Kill the traitor, Dreyfus! Kill the traitor, Dreyfus!
Suppose Dreyfus is innocent, as he claims. It would be too dreadful.
Impossible, madame. French justice today doesn't make mistakes.
"In the name of the people of France...
...Alfred Dreyfus, captain of the 14th regiment of artillery...
...having been found guilty of treason by unanimous vote of the court-martial...
...is condemned to deportation for life.
The court-martial orders that prior to this sentence being carried out...
...Captain Dreyfus shall be paraded before the garrison of Paris...
...and publicly degraded and dismissed from service...
...according to the code of military law...
...forfeiting his decorations and privileges...
...and the right to bear arms forever."
In the name of the French people, we deprive you of your rank.
You are unworthy of wearing the uniform.
By my wife and my children, I swear I'm innocent.
Long live France! I'm innocent!
Gentlemen of the newspapers!
Proclaim to the world that I'm innocent! I'm innocent!
I'm innocent! I'm innocent!
"I'm innocent. Long live France.
I'm innocent," Dreyfus kept repeating over and over again while they reviled him.
- All he needed was a crown of thorns. - Or 30 pieces of silver.
After all, the man was found guilty of treason. And a traitor's a traitor.
I know, Émile, but still, he's human, not a dog...
...and that crowd, their faces like rabid beasts.
...human and animal skins are much the same thickness.
You can't expect too much. You...
My head, my head.
How it rewards me, this ungrateful monstrosity...
...that I've combed and fed for 50 years.
You're killing me!
Look at this picture. He scarcely has the face of a traitor.
Honest... Dreyfus, Dreyfus!
Must we be eternally plagued by that name?
You have a visitor.
My glasses. I can't see without my glasses! Please!
- Lucie. - Alfred.
- Can't we be alone? - Orders are orders.
Oh, Alfred, darling...
...what have they done to you?
Never mind, dear.
If only you could give me the slightest inkling who the real traitor might be.
I don't know. I haven't the faintest idea.
It's all like a nightmare.
- Incredible. - Be brave.
I'll spare nothing, our future, our lives, nothing to prove your innocence.
My conscience is clear.
No matter what they do to me, I'll survive and prove it.
For the children.
How are the little ones?
- You haven't told them? - No.
I told them that you were called away by duty.
- Time's up. - Just one moment more.
- I'm sorry. - Well, let me go to him.
Let me embrace him. Let me touch him once.
- Let me say goodbye to my husband. - No.
Are you not married? Have you no wife?
- Time is up. - You can't separate us. You can't!
- Alfred, darling, don't let them! - Please, dear, don't make it harder for me.
As long as we have each other and the children to love...
...perhaps in a little while we'll all be happy again.
I love you.
I love you.
- Here are your belongings. On your way. - Where to?
I am innocent! I'm innocent!
I'm innocent! I'm innocent!
I'm... I am innocent!
It is true, sir.
I have never been fully convinced of Dreyfus' guilt.
Ever since I succeeded Sandherr, I've tried to find out the truth...
...to find out the real traitor. And I've got him.
- Who is it? - Count Esterhazy.
- Esterhazy? On what proof? - I obtained specimens of his handwriting...
...and compared it with the bordereau on which Dreyfus was convicted.
Both of the writings are Esterhazy's. Look for yourself.
- Dreyfus was guilty, just the same. - But I have new evidence, further proof.
My agents got hold of a special message addressed to Esterhazy...
...from the German military attaché. I tell you, general, Dreyfus is innocent.
And I tell you that you've exceeded your duty.
But, general, this is my duty.
There must not be another treason trial in the army.
Understand? It must not be.
But what about Dreyfus rotting on Devil's Island?
Dreyfus, Dreyfus. Will we never hear the last of the man?
Listen. If it is admitted that a mistake has been made...
...we, the general staff, will be at the mercy...
...of every scandal paper in France. We owe it to the army to prevent that.
But you can't close a tomb over a living man.
Can't we? If you say nothing, nobody will ever know.
And you will say nothing, you understand?
- I don't know, sir... - That is an official order.
You may go.
Can't we find a new post for our friend Picquart?
It's very quiet here in Paris for such an energetic fellow.
What about one of our African desert stations?
It's a bit unhealthy, but...
What about Esterhazy?
We've got to do something before the public...
We shall. Don't worry.
"In the name of France, the court-martial, having heard...
...the charge of treason brought against Commandant Walsin-Esterhazy...
...unanimously agrees that he was and is innocent of any suspicion of guilt.
He is therefore acquitted of said charge and granted his immediate freedom."
- Congratulations. - Congratulations.
Thank you. Thank you, Will.
This will teach Madame Dreyfus a lesson.
I hope it'll discourage her and her confounded appeals.
Nevertheless, we'll continue to have her carefully watched.
"My dear Zola...
...l'm certain you will be happy to learn I have succeeded...
...in inducing my colleagues to consider you...
...for membership in the French Academy.
You need not fear their decision, for they know that your imperishable works...
...and your noble accomplishments entitle you above all others...
...to be named among the immortals of France.
With assurances of my deepest sincerity...
The academy, at last.
They can deny me no longer.
Now, my dear, there's nothing more for me to desire.
Pardon, monsieur. There's a lady to see you.
- A lady? - Madame Dreyfus, monsieur.
- You didn't tell her I was home? - Yes...
You blockhead! Why didn't you come ask me?!
- The lady will hear you, Émile. - You knew I was busy.
- Well, well, well. Just ask her to come in. - Yes, sir.
Madame Dreyfus, please.
- Madame Dreyfus? - Yes, Monsieur Zola.
Please forgive me for intruding like this...
...but I had to see you, talk to you about my husband.
But, madame, what can I do for your husband?
He's innocent, monsieur. I've absolute proof here.
But no one will listen to me. No one.
Naturally, as his wife, you believe him innocent...
...but he was lawfully convicted.
Lawfully convicted of a crime he did not commit.
Oh, Monsieur Zola...
...you're the only man in all of France who can make them listen.
All your life, you've stood for truth and justice.
I'm hardly the man to help you. I...
I'm just an ordinary citizen, and l...
Besides, I have my work, my books to write. I can't...
What is this new proof you say you have?
- A certain Colonel Picquart... - Oh, that.
It was all in the papers. Picquart came back from Africa...
...and accused Esterhazy of writing the bordereau.
Esterhazy was acquitted.
Of course he was. Acquitted by the same army group that convicted my husband.
But don't you see? They had to acquit Esterhazy...
...to save the face of the general staff. They'll stop at nothing...
...to protect themselves, even to sacrificing one of their own class.
That's fantastic. Childish, madame.
The general staff has more important work to do than...
What do you mean, "sacrificing one of their own class"?
Colonel Picquart has been arrested and imprisoned in Mount Valerien.
They've arrested Picquart?
- What had he done? - Nothing.
Nothing except speak the truth.
But, madame, we must deal in facts, not irony.
I have all the facts, Monsieur Zola. Here.
These are letters written to Picquart by the assistant chief of staff...
...proving beyond doubt that the general staff knows...
...my husband is innocent and Esterhazy is guilty.
Well, why weren't these used in the Esterhazy court-martial?
Colonel Picquart's a good soldier.
He kept silent at the command of his superiors.
You mean they knew...
...and ordered him to suppress the truth?
Why, that's monstrous.
Oh, Monsieur Zola, you will help, won't you?
How can anyone help you?
All France believes your husband guilty, hates him as a traitor.
They would destroy any man that would dare champion him.
There must be some way to right this wrong.
Your husband's case is closed. There's nothing that can be done.
Unless some fool were to publicly accuse the general staff...
...and get himself dragged into court on a charge of libel.
Then, possibly, they would...
I've lived my life. I've had enough of fighting...
...turmoil, strife. I'm happy, contented here. Why should I...
I'm sorry, Monsieur Zola.
It was only my despair that brought me here.
I was thinking of my husband, condemned to suffer a living death.
I dared to hope that perhaps if you would...
Madame, if I could...
- Hello, Clemenceau. - Labori.
- Why has Zola called us here? - I know no more about it than you.
How do you do, Madame Dreyfus? Do you know...?
- I asked him for his help, but maybe... - Why involve Zola in this hopeless mess?
Absolutely useless, beyond all remedy. Oh, here he is.
- Oh, hello, Émile. - Hello, Anatole.
- You're going to be busy. - What are you going to do?
- Explode a bomb. - A bomb?
Thank you for coming, all of you.
- What is it? - A letter...
...to the president of the republic.
"Mr. President of the republic...
...permit me to tell you that your record without blame so far...
...is threatened with a most shameful blot:
This abominable Dreyfus affair.
A court-martial has recently, by order...
...dared to acquit one Esterhazy, a supreme slap at all truth, all justice.
But since they have dared, I too shall dare.
I shall tell the truth. Because if I did not...
...my nights would be haunted by the specter of a man...
...expiating, under the most frightful torture, a crime he never committed.
It is impossible for honest people to read the bill of accusation...
...against Dreyfus without being overcome with indignation...
...and crying out their revulsion.
Dreyfus knows several languages. Crime.
He works hard. Crime.
No compromising papers are found in his apartment. Crime.
He goes occasionally to the country of his origin. Crime.
He endeavors to learn everything. Crime.
He's not easily worried. Crime. He is easily worried. Also a crime.
The minister of war, the chief of the general staff...
...and the assistant chief never doubted that the famous bordereau...
...was written by Esterhazy...
...but the condemnation of Esterhazy involved revision of the Dreyfus verdict...
...and that the general staff wished to avoid at all cost.
For over a year, the minister of war and the general staff have known...
...that Dreyfus is innocent...
...but they have kept this knowledge to themselves.
And those men sleep...
...and they have wives and children they love.
One speaks of the honor of the army.
The army is the people of France themselves...
...and the Dreyfus affair is a matter pertaining to that army.
Dreyfus cannot be vindicated without condemning the whole general staff.
That is why the general staff has screened Esterhazy:
To demolish Dreyfus once more.
Such, then, Mr. President, is the simple truth.
It is a fearful truth.
But I affirm, with intense conviction...
...the truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.
...I accuse Colonel Dort of having been the diabolical agent of the affair...
...and of continuing to defend his deadly work...
...through three years of revolting machination.
I accuse the minister of war of having concealed decisive proofs...
...of the innocence of Dreyfus.
I accuse the chief of staff and assistant chief of staff...
...of being accomplices in the crime.
I accuse the commander of the Paris garrison of the most monstrous partiality.
I accuse the war office of having viciously led a campaign...
...to misdirect public opinion and cover up its sins.
I accuse the first court-martial of violating all human rights...
...in condemning a prisoner on testimony kept secret from him.
...I accuse the Esterhazy court-martial...
...of covering up this illegality by order, thus, in turn...
...committing the judicial crime of acquitting a guilty man.
In making these accusations, I am aware that I render myself...
...open to persecution for libel, but that does not matter.
The action I take is designed only to hasten...
...the explosion of truth and justice.
Let there be a trial in the full light of day.
I am waiting."
The reputation of the army is in danger if we overlook this attack of Zola.
We can't allow him to go on.
I'll see to that.
Brucker, Montaigne, Marsac. I have special work for you.
A fine state our country is in...
...if a fellow like Zola dares to tell us how our army is rotten.
What are you doing?! Stop it!
Burn the traitors Dreyfus and Zola!
- There's Zola himself. - Let's get him.
- Émile, what's happened to you? - A big crowd. They were after me.
- Is it because of...? - Yes. My article, "I Accuse...!"
No matter what happens... But I'm afraid there will be more serious trouble for you.
This man has been waiting for you all afternoon, Émile.
There it is. It's the court summons.
"You are accused..."
- accused of having, in a newspaper article...
...defamed the members of the Esterhazy court-martial...
...in acquitting Esterhazy by order of the high command.
Down with Zola!
Down with Zola!
If there is any further demonstration, I'll have the court cleared.
Mr. Advocate General, you may proceed.
The defense will restrict itself to the single fact...
...that Zola accused the court-martial of acquitting Esterhazy...
...by order of the high command.
But that's intolerable. Zola's accusations cover a wide field...
...yet you are allowed to confine us to six lines of his complete article.
Zola's accusations were intended to reopen the Dreyfus case...
...regardless of the evil effect it might have on the country.
That case was closed four years ago and won't be reopened.
How can you defend Zola unless the Dreyfus case is discussed?
One is interlocked with the other.
Are you asking my advice on how to conduct your defense?
- That is not my business. - Then it must be mine.
You won't be permitted to introduce a closed case.
- Who is your first witness? - The minister of war.
The minister of justice declines to allow the minister of war to testify in this case.
I will call the chief of general staff.
The chief of staff regrets that the minister of war won't allow him to testify.
The assistant chief of staff, then.
The assistant chief of staff regrets that the chief of staff...
And Colonel Dort?
He regrets that duties imposed upon him by the assistant chief of...
Officers are not an exempt class, and I insist on their testifying!
I demand that this court be recessed until my applications...
...to introduce the Dreyfus case and call military witnesses is agreed upon.
You will submit your request in writing in the usual form. The court is recessed.
Quick! Give Brucker the signal.
Down with Zola!
Gentlemen, the court!
Military witnesses may be called...
...provided the defense does not violate their professional secrecy.
Attendant, conduct the witnesses to their room.
- What about the Dreyfus case? - Referencing it will not be allowed.
Mr. President, if Dreyfus was justly condemned...
...a full inquiry now would give that condemnation increased weight...
...and we would lose our case.
If the prosecution does not fear what a reopening would reveal...
...why does it not take this easy means to defeat us?
You have heard the ruling of the court. Who is your first witness?
Attendant, call Colonel Picquart to the stand.
- Your name? - Georges Picquart, Mr. President.
Take the oath.
Do you swear to tell the truth without hatred or fear?
What do you wish to ask the witness?
I'd like to ask him the circumstance under which he first suspected...
...that Esterhazy, and not Dreyfus, was the author of the bordereau.
You have heard the question. Answer it.
In May 1896, while I was chief of intelligence...
...I received parts of a torn letter addressed to Esterhazy...
...from the representative of a foreign power.
I obtained Esterhazy's letter and compared it with the bordereau.
Both writings were Esterhazy's.
This was confirmed by Esterhazy's banker.
I was convinced that Esterhazy had written the bordereau.
I gave this proof of Esterhazy's guilt to the general staff.
Was Esterhazy informed that Colonel Picquart suspected him?
And the warning originated from a certain intelligence officer of the general staff.
Now I will tell everything. I will tell why I was sent to North Africa.
Gentlemen of the jury, I will tell why men like Colonel Henry...
...have made the most vile accusations against me without proof.
Gentlemen, if you but knew why all this is being done!
La patrie! La patrie! You disgrace me!
Gentlemen! Well, I...
- May I? - Certainly, general.
The whole campaign of the defense is extraordinary.
But the most deplorable spectacle of all to me, as commander of the garrison of Paris...
...is that of an officer still wearing the French uniform...
...who slanders his superiors and his comrades.
- Long live the army! - But not its generals!
I cannot tolerate in silence these accusations...
...that the law was violated by court-martial officers...
...who shed their blood on the battlefields of France...
...while others stab her in the back.
Each serves his country in his own way:
One with a sword, the other with a pen.
Posterity will choose between your name and mine.
I will not stand these insults to men intent only on doing their duty!
Gentlemen of the jury, it is outrageous, traitorous...
...to deprive the army of confidence in its chiefs in the day of danger!
And, believe me, it is nearer than you think!
Gentlemen, it is your sons who will be called on to defend France...
...while Monsieur Zola will stay at home and write a new Downfall.
He will continue to make France famous throughout the world.
- A France that will have ceased to exist! - Long live the army!
Bravo. Bravo. Well acted, general.
Although there is no war nor danger of war...
...you gave a very good performance.
But you did not utter a single word to prove that Esterhazy was not guilty.
You cannot stop me from showing how he tried to work on the sentiment of the jury!
I'll say what I have to say if this trial lasts six months!
Monsieur Labori, address the court.
The general staff spoke as it pleased...
...the commander of Paris influenced the jury...
...but the defense can say nothing. Never has such a thing been seen.
What's your next question?
What is Colonel Picquart's present address?
Mount Valerien fortress, under military arrest.
Did he know that by exposing Esterhazy...
...he was jeopardizing his army career and might end up in an army prison?
Not at first. I did later.
Did he know that by attempting to secure justice for Dreyfus...
You cannot put that question. The Dreyfus case is closed.
- Your name, please. - Lucie Dreyfus.
- Your occupation. - Captain's wife.
Never mind. What question do you wish to put?
Will she tell us under what condition...
...she learned from Commandant Dort of her husband's arrest?
The question will not be put.
What was Dort's attitude on that occasion?
Did he threaten her to say nothing of what occurred?
The question will not be put.
Will she kindly tell us her opinion...
...of the good faith of Zola in bringing these charges?
That is irrelevant to this case. The question will not be put.
I demand for my client the right granted even to assassins and thieves:
To have my witnesses speak.
Questions relating to a closed case are prohibited.
Madame Dreyfus, you may leave the stand.
Mr. President, I protest!
They wouldn't let me speak of my husband's innocence.
Not even a word of my gratitude to Monsieur Zola.
My husband doesn't want to be thanked.
- Who will be your next witness? - Commandant Esterhazy.
Before we hear his testimony, the courtroom will be cleared.
- I'm not going in there. - Shut up, you fool.
This has gone too far for you to let us down.
It's not a question of Dreyfus now, it's all of us. So watch yourself.
Don't do anything foolish, even if they provoke you.
Wait a minute. You haven't got a gun, have you?
Do you swear to speak the truth without hatred or fear...
...the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
Ask your first question.
Did he write the secret document...
...containing coded military information known as the bordereau?
- I shall not answer. - How did he enter the French army?
I will not answer him.
Didn't he first offer his services to the Turkish army?
Didn't Commandant Esterhazy write this letter?
"I would be happy to die sabering Frenchmen...
...as a captain of German uhlans."
Didn't he try to have a perfectly sane secret service agent certified as insane...
...because he described the commandant as visiting a foreign military attaché?
Did Commandant Esterhazy not have dealings...
...with the military attaché Colonel von Schwartzkoppen?
I will not permit that question. It involves our foreign policy.
I'll put it differently.
Didn't he admit to newspaper reporters negotiating with von Schwartzkoppen?
The question will not be put. France's honor and security mustn't be touched.
I see. The honor and security of France...
...permit an officer to do things but not discuss them.
Did he tell an English journalist that if Zola was acquitted...
...the streets of Paris would be strewn with 100,000 corpses?
- Colonel Henry, you wish to take the stand? - Lf you please.
We've tried to honor the court and exclude the Dreyfus affair...
...but the defense makes it impossible. They claim they want light.
Very well. Now they're going to have it.
We've long had final, positive proof that Dreyfus was guilty of treason.
A secret document unknown at the time of the Dreyfus trial fell into our hands.
It was written by one foreign military attaché to another, containing the words:
"Don't tell anyone of your connection with this office or deed."
Every time a general officer takes his hat off, a secret document pops up.
Dreyfus was sacrificed to one. My client is threatened with another.
Give this to Monsieur Labori.
Will Colonel Henry produce that document?
It will endanger relations with foreign powers if secret documents were revealed.
- Where is it? - My word should be sufficient.
Words are no longer good enough. Where is that document?
You have already been told it cannot be brought here.
Call your next witness.
I will not proceed until that document is produced.
- Call your next witness. - No, no and no, Mr. President!
Not until this court rules or that document is produced.
It is not in my power to produce it.
Perhaps the chief of staff.
May I add further information on this subject?
Certainly, general. Please take the stand.
I confirm in every point the deposition of Colonel Henry about that document.
It absolutely proved Dreyfus' guilt...
...and it is too dangerous to reveal in public.
You of the jury, you represent the nation. If that nation hasn't confidence in us...
...the heads of the army, at this critical time, then I shall resign.
- I have no more to say. - But I have.
I wish to recall Colonel Picquart to the stand.
- No, don't go. Stay here, please. - Colonel Picquart, please take the stand.
Will Colonel Picquart tell us what he knows about this mysterious secret document?
The document came to my attention while I was chief of the intelligence service.
Inasmuch as it was secret, it was my duty to say nothing about it.
As it has been openly mentioned here by my superior officer...
...that restriction no longer applies, and I shall speak.
The chief of staff was right upon one point.
That secret document is too dangerous to bring here, but not in the way he means.
It is too dangerous to the prosecution.
They dare not produce it because that document is a forgery...
...committed by an intelligence officer in this room...
...to seal Dreyfus' fate and save the face of the general staff.
This is irrelevant to the present trial.
- I protest this court's partiality. - For the last time, I warn you!
These generals, substituting for arguments their uniform...
...come to the stand, even address the jury...
...violating or invoking professional secrecy as they find convenient...
...saying what they please.
But when I wish to question these exalted beings and expose the truth...
...the court bars my questions before it knows what they are.
I shall not tolerate this insult to justice.
And I will not tolerate the partiality of this court!
Officers are allowed to say what they please.
Newspapers hostile to Zola are permitted to threaten and intimidate the jury.
Crosses mark their doors for the vengeance of the mob if Zola is acquitted, but if l...
You cannot go on!
I'll say what I have to say if this trial lasts six months!
Court is adjourned.
As prefect of police, I insist you leave by the side door.
Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your safety.
I think he's right.
Thank you very much, but I shall leave like anyone else.
Has the jury gone out yet?
No, the advocate general is still speaking.
And Zola sought only publicity.
That, gentlemen, is the true picture of their fight for humanity, right and truth.
It rests with you, gentlemen, to answer this insulting challenge to our army.
Zola must be punished, and all France awaits your verdict.
Down with Zola!
Quiet. Quiet! Quiet!
Mr. President, Monsieur Zola requests that he be allowed to speak.
...in the House of Deputies a month ago...
...to frantic applause, the prime minister, Monsieur Maline...
...declared that he had confidence in you 12 citizens...
...into whose hands he had bestowed the defense of the army.
In other words...
...you are being instructed, by order, to condemn me...
...just as, in that other case...
...the minister of war dictated the acquittal of Esterhazy.
Down with Zola!
The prime minister gave no such order to this jury.
His words made his intention to coerce justice unmistakable.
And I denounce them to the conscience of honest men.
Confine yourself to the facts.
...my profession is writing, not talking.
But from my struggling youth until today...
...my principal aim has been to strive for truth.
That is why I entered this fight.
All my friends have told me that it was insane for a single person...
...to oppose the immense machinery of the law...
...the glory of the army and the power of the state.
They warned me that my actions would be mercilessly crushed...
...that I would be destroyed.
But what does it matter if an individual is shattered...
...if only justice is resurrected?
It has been said that the state summoned me to this court.
That is not true. I am here because I wished it.
I alone have chosen you as my judges.
I alone decided that this abominable affair should see the light...
...so that France might at last know all and voice her opinion.
My act has no other object. My person is of no account.
But my confidence in you was not shared by the state.
They did not dare say all about the whole undividable affair...
...and submit it to your verdict.
That is no fault of mine.
You saw for yourselves how my defense was incessantly silenced.
Gentlemen, I know you.
You are the heart, the intellect of my beloved Paris...
...where I was born and which I've studied for 40 years.
I see you with your families under the evening lamp.
I accompany you into your factories, your shops.
You're all workers and righteous men. You will not say, like many:
"What does it matter if an innocent man is undergoing torture on Devil's Island?
Is the suffering of one obscure person worth the disturbance of a great country?"
Perhaps, though, you've been told that by punishing me...
...you will stop a campaign that is injurious to France.
Gentlemen, if that is your idea...
...you are mistaken.
Look at me. Have I the look of a hireling?
A liar? A traitor?
I'm only a free writer who has given his life to work...
...and who will resume it tomorrow. And I am not here defending myself.
Tremendous pressure has been put upon you.
"Save the army. Convict Zola and save France."
I say to you, pick up that challenge!
Save the army and save France...
...but do it by letting truth conquer.
Not only is an innocent man crying out for justice...
...but more. Much more.
A great nation is in 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!
...the jury has found you guilty.
You are hereby sentenced to one year's imprisonment...
...and 3000 francs' fine.
Once before, the centuries reversed a judgment.
That too was a closed case.
- Émile, 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.
Émile, there are times when it is more courageous to be cowardly.
...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...
...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.
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.
"Don't tell anyone...
...of your connection with the..."
I didn't write it! I had nothing to do with it, I swear!
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?
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 Excellency.
The army always has to consider the...
You'll have my resignation in the morning.
Good morning, captain.
- How's Colonel Henry? - He did nothing but scream all night.
Something about the honor of the army. But he seems to be quiet now.
Good morning, Mr. Zola.
Oh, it's you. Good morning.
Where's your papa? Will he come back from the village with my newspapers?
- He'll be along presently. - Presently?! Presently!
The whole world is seething, nations are crashing to their doom...
...and he'll be along presently.
Oh, you cold-blooded English. You'll be the death of me.
Émile! It's happened. It's happened! Look.
Listen. The Times:
"Colonel Henry confesses Dreyfus forgery, then kills himself."
The Daily Telegraph:
"Chief of general staff resigns.
Colonel Dort expelled from army. Esterhazy in flight."
The Manchester Guardian:
"Zola's fight for truth vindicated at last."
"Dreyfus case revision inevitable."
Truth is on the march...
...and nothing will stop it.
"The criminal code of cessation has entered a request for revision of your court-martial.
You hereby cease to be subject to penal regime."
The Cruelesfax will carry you back to France. Sentries, dismissed.
- Whatever induced Esterhazy to confess? - The money the newspaper paid him.
After that, no one could deny you the right to come home.
What a triumph. Don't you feel...?
I feel neither the desire nor the need for triumph.
I have it. Every time I think we saved an innocent man from a living death.
The thought of seeing him free...
...of pressing his hands in mine for the first time...
...that will be reward enough.
But our fight is only half won.
We must work, my friends, work. By speech, by pen, by action.
We of France, who gave the world the boon of liberty...
...shall we not now give it justice?
Listen. The very wheels are crying:
"Justice, justice, justice, justice."
Please, Émile. It's past midnight, dear. You've done enough.
What's become of my military dictionary? You know, the big green one.
...isn't this it?
Why, so it is.
Must you drive yourself like this day and night?
I must. I must, Alexandrine. I must.
There's so much to do and so little time to do it.
I see it all clearly now:
The cause and the effect. The roots and the tree.
- But, darling... - Wait. Wait a minute.
The cause and the effect. The roots and the tree.
I can use that.
What were you saying, my dear?
I said, I can't understand all this frantic hurry.
- There's always tomorrow. - Always? I wonder.
I wonder if in the middle of my most important work...
...there will always be a tomorrow.
Darling, you're tired.
What matters the individual if the idea survives?
Now, you must get some rest.
You have to be up early for the Dreyfus ceremony.
Yes, Dreyfus. Yes, tomorrow he will be restored to the army.
You know, it's a queer thing, this Dreyfus affair.
Before it, I thought my work was done. I could sit back and dream a little.
Cézanne was right. I was getting smug and complacent.
Then suddenly came the Dreyfus explosion, and I'm alive again...
...my head bursting with ideas!
This new book is bigger than anything I've ever dared before.
The world about to hurl itself to destruction...
...the will of nations for peace, a powerful break, stopping it on the brink.
You don't believe it? Wait.
"To save Dreyfus, we had to challenge the might of those who dominate the world.
It is not the swaggering militarists.
They're but puppets that dance as the strings are pulled.
It is those others, those who would ruthlessly plunge us...
...into the bloody abyss of war to protect their power."
Think of it, thousands of children sleeping peacefully tonight...
...under the roofs of Paris, Berlin, London, all the world...
...doomed to die horribly under some titanic battlefield...
...unless it can be prevented. And it can be prevented!
The world must be conquered...
...but not by force of arms, but by ideas that liberate.
Then can we build it anew.
Build for the humble and the wretched.
I must remember that.
- Good night, my darling. - Good night, dear.
- but by ideas that liberate.
Then can we build.
Build for the humble...
...and the wretched.
"The court of revision, having unanimously agreed...
...that Alfred Dreyfus was and is innocent of the charges against him...
...have, in acquitting him, reversed the verdict of the former court.
The French government has ordered a proclamation of his innocence...
...to be posted in every French town, in every village, in every colony.
And he is hereby reinstated, promoted to the rank of commandant...
...and confirmed in all honors previously held by him in the army of France."
Commandant Dreyfus, in behalf of the president...
...the people of the republic, and by virtue of the powers vested in me...
...I knight you a member of the Legion of Honor.
Close the ceremony.
- Long live Dreyfus! - Long live Dreyfus!
Long live Dreyfus!
- Congratulations, commandant. - General Picquart, thank you.
- This is a proud day for France. - My deepest congratulations.
Didn't Zola come?
Zola found dead! Zola found dead!
Zola found dead!
Carbon monoxide gas kills famous writer."
Let us not mourn him.
Let us rather salute that bright spirit of his, which will live forever.
And, like a torch, enlighten a younger generation inspired to follow him.
You who are enjoying today's freedom...
...take to your hearts the words of Zola.
Do not forget those who fought the battles for you...
...and bought your liberty with their genius and their blood.
Do not forget them and applaud the lies of fanatical intolerance.
For no man in all the breadth of our land...
...more fervently loved humanity than Zola.
He had the simplicity of a great soul.
He was enjoying the fruits of his labor...
...fame, wealth, security...
...when suddenly, out of his own free will...
...he tore himself from all the peaceful pleasures of his life...
...from the work he loved so much...
...because he knew that there is no serenity save in justice...
...no repose save in truth.
At the sound of his brave words, France awakened from her sleep.
How admirable is the genius of our country.
How beautiful the soul of France...
...which for centuries taught right and justice to Europe and the world.
France is once again today the land of reason and benevolence...
...because one of her sons, through an immense work and a great action...
...gave rise to a new order of things based on justice...
...and the rights common to all men.
Let us not pity him because he suffered and endured.
Let us envy him.
Let us envy him because his great heart won him the proudest of destinies.
He was a moment of the conscience of man.
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