Trois couleurs: Rouge

The Judge:
I want nothing.

Valentine:
Then stop breathing.

The Judge:
Good idea.

The Judge:
Leave. It's your destiny. You can't live your brother's life for him.

Valentine:
I love him. If only I could help.

The Judge:
You can. Be.

Valentine:
What do you mean?

The Judge:
That's all: be.

The Judge:
Deciding what is true and what isn't now seems to me...a lack of modesty.

Valentine:
Vanity?

The Judge:
Vanity.

Valentine:
If I had to go to court...are there still judges like you?

The Judge:
You won't go to court. Justice doesn't deal with the innocent.

Valentine:
You're not afraid?

The Judge:
I wonder what I'd do in their place. The same thing.

Valentine:
You'd throw stones?

The Judge:
In their place? Of course. And that goes for everyone I judged. Given their lives, I would steal, I'd kill, I'd lie. Of course I would. All that because I wasn't in their shoes, but mine.

Valentine:
I feel something important is happening around me. And it scares me.

The Judge:
Perhaps you're the woman I never met.

The Judge:
You think I'm a bastard?

Valentine:
Yes.