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A Danish lawyer, tormented by the gulf between courtroom oaths and domestic duplicity, drafts a codicil to his own conscience when he discovers his wife’s clandestine letters. Their Copenhagen apartment—all lacquered panels and gaslight halos—becomes a moral courtroom where every creaking floorboard testifies. Eugen Jensen’s gaunt prosecutor paces like a caged sermoner, while Maria Christen’s defendant-wife answers with eyes that shift from dove-soft to flint-hard in a single breath. The film never leaves these few rooms, yet the walls seem to metastasize, pressing inward as the couple’s recriminations ricochet from whispered insinuation to shouted heresy. A single gunshot, fired off-screen, reverberates longer than most war epics; the aftermath is not a body but a marriage autopsied in real time, its organs labeled guilt, pride, and the last stubborn fibrillation of love. Integritas refuses catharsis: the final shot holds on a half-open door, winter air pouring in, leaving the audience to freeze in the defendant’s chair.
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