Guilty (Présumé coupable) (Présumé coupable)

Your civil status?

Alain Marécaux...

Born 27 May 1964,

at Linselles, Northern France.

Profession?

Bailiff.

Your marital status?

Married to Edith Vauchelle,

three children.

How was your family life?

Good, it was...

my reason for living.

Only problem was...

I worked too much.

I wasn't home enough.

How was your work?

Fine.

I really liked my job,

my team,

the application of the verdicts,

in respect for the law and the parties.

I felt I was being of use.

I was proud to be an agent of justice.

What do you do in prison?

I try to read, but it's hard.

I watch TV.

I smoke.

I lie on the bed and I wait...

I wait for it to pass.

The toughest part...

is having gone from twelve-hour days,

to doing nothing at all...

and not seeing my wife and kids.

I've not heard the word "dad" for 2 months.

PRESUMED GUILTY

What's going on?

Visitors.

I'll go see.

- What's up? - Mr Marécaux?

- Yes, why? - Captain Dury.

You're under arrest. We'll now search the house.

What? Have you letters rogatory?

Fabrice Burgaud, investigating magistrate.

You could show your card.

So what am I accused of?

You and your wife are accused of raping under-15s.

What? That's outrageous!

Stay here, madam.

Let go of her!

Let go of me!

- Easy on! - Get off me!

Calm down!

Or I'll cuff and floor you.

Let me.

Wake up.

What's going on? Mom!

We're the police.

Who are they?

- I'm here, darling. - What's going on?

Hurry up.

Stay!

Be right back.

- Madam, keep your distance. - What?

Just ask him to get dressed.

Not taking the diskettes?

- They're blank. - Seize them anyway.

What'd we have to do with rape?

It makes no sense, must be a mistake.

What's in there?

No idea, never looked.

Open it!

Sign here.

- Well? - Nothing.

And here.

Come back here!

Let go! At least let me reassure her.

Easy, pet.

I love you...

Don't worry, it's a mistake. It'll all work out.

I love you pet, I love you!

Let's go.

I want to talk to my lawyer.

Later, for now you come with me.

I found this.

Wow, hot stuff. Is this yours?

No, it's my wife's...

Don't piss me about.

It's yours.

No, she got it as a joke for her sister's wedding.

To give her a bunch of photos of naked men.

But it was too crude. Forgot it was there.

Sure it's not for showing to kids?

That's sick! For what?

Found this!

Stashed in the wardrobe.

Now we're talking! What's on here?

I don't know, ask her! It's her wardrobe.

Where is she? Where are my kids?

Let's have a look. Here!

Christophe Dugarry with a shot...

What a goal!

What do I do with him?

Put him outside.

I can't, there's no fence.

Can I call my parents to fetch him?

You call no one.

Better give him food and water.

It can wait till tonight.

It might take you a bit longer.

Let's go.

Know these people?

Think not, but I can check.

Apart from Thierry Delay, for a welfare case...

the others, no.

May I know exactly why I'm here?

Know these people?

No.

But earlier,

you said you knew Thierry Delay.

No, I said I served two writs on him.

My office handles over 6,000 a year.

And his wife, Myriam Badaoui?

- Neither. - And the two below,

David Delplanque, Aurélie Grenon?

They say you and your wife raped their children,

since the winter of '99.

Are you crazy!

That you sodomized them,

had them perform oral sex.

That's nonsense!

That you came on to them with animals

on a farm in Belgium, filming them

to feed a paedophile ring!

To accuse us of such monstrosities,

it must be a mistake!

And they don't ring any bells?

I think number 1

is a school buddy of my kid son Sébastien.

He said he and his brothers came to your house...

That you made advances...

Come on, that's rubbish!

- Think we arrest on a whim! - We have proof!

You stand accused by four people.

So you'll talk.

Right now! You filthy bastard!

Child raper!

Alain Marécaux.

This way.

Get undressed.

Undress!

Your ring, watch...

And your belt.

Over there.

Remove your laces.

Your socks.

Face the wall, drop your shorts.

Face the wall.

Remove your shorts!

Hurry up!

Hunker down and cough hard.

Okay, get dressed.

Door!

Stop here.

Marécaux Alain.

Edith!

Let's go!

Edith!

Be brave, my love!

It's a mistake, it'll work out.

I love you.

Quiet!

Go sit down.

Sit down!

Good day, Mr Marécaux.

So?

- Still won't confess? - Of course not.

I'm totally innocent.

In that case, I'm extending custody.

A pity you persist in denying...

after what your son Sébastien just told us.

My son? What did he say?

Let's go.

- What did he say? - This way.

I want to see him!

How were things with your wife?

We'd argued in recent years.

She said I worked too much,

not caring for her and the kids.

But of late we were rebuilding.

How often did you have sex?

- I don't have to answer that. - No discussion, just answer.

When did you last make love?

Answer.

Monday.

Marécaux, we know you're homosexual.

What?

You lied. That gay mag was yours.

Not at all.

I explained. And it was in my wife's wardrobe.

And the gay porn links on your computer?