All language subtitles for Shock.Troops.1967.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Get your men in position.

Be quick about it!

Ready?

Just about.

Get in position, for God's sake!

- Hoff er! Hoff er!

Sir...

Aren't they to be executed there?!

No, Sir.

- What a cock-up!
- Shut up!

Hang on to him, for God's sake!

He's an old guy.

Bring them out!

Very good, Sir!

There's still one more to come.

Tut, tut...

- It's OK.
— Beat it!

Jean, it's ready.

Come on... out of there!

Start up the car!

Come on, push!

Shoot!

Stop!

Shoot out the spotlight!

Keep it, it might be useful.

Look out! Hide!

On this side...
Thomas and his group are exposed...

Cover them!

- Thomas, it's up to us!
- Come on, move it!

Goon"

Quick!

Go through there.

That's it... through there!

Philippe, go ahead.

- What about him?
- You get him away.

OK, move it!

Paco...
That's a machine-gun.

- You coming or not?
- I'm doing as planned.

Toss that... It might knock you over.

This red bit here is us...
Come on, that's the one.

You have a minute to open it.

Wait... leave it to me.

At the second explosion,
signal the truck to come.

Wait... there!

You'd make damned good soldiers.

He's good, that one.

That's it.

Here we are...
We go that way. Come on.

Damn fool!

What are you doing?

I'd rather be with you.
What's that?

Give me a gun.

Grenade!

That's a fake one!

- Nothing else?
- Nothing.

Let's go!

Gotta be careful...
They'll be getting help.

My grenade...

Get down!

Philippe, get down!

Paco, this way!

Paco!

The prisoners!

- Colonel Guers?
- We 're all here!

Why all together?

Do we open the other cells?

Condor Legion?

The crowbar!

- The crowbar!
- It's in the truck.

Alright... guns!
Out of the way, we'll shoot it open.

Check the other cells.

So, Philippe!

Someone's there.

Get back!

Why are you all in two cells?

We were put there
when you attacked.

That's my grenades.

You see to the prisoners.
Thomas is waiting for you up there.

They put a blowtorch to my feet.

Not you, Reverend.
You stay here.

- Aren't we releasing them?
- They're not our business.

Hurry up with the smoke!

Cover us!

Him again?

- Shoot him in the guts!
- With that face?!

No, wait!

Doesn't hurt and keeps him busy.

Quick... quick!

What the hell are you doing?

The Kraut comes in...
It falls and explodes.

Nasty, eh?!

This way... follow me!

They made it!
We're Clearing out of here!

Keep your weapons ready
till we get back to town.

Pull out!

We'll create a diversion!

This way... follow me!

All OK, Jean?

Everything except the delay.

Octave forgot his crowbar.

They're not up to it.

There are enough that are.

The driver's dead.

Look out!

What is it?

Stop!

A German patrol.

They'll block the town exit.

What if you attacked them?

We can't risk their lives.

We'll head for where
they're coming from.

Let's go past the barracks.

- We'll go on foot.
- There IS a rescue plan!

Come on!

- We've got all those freed?
- Yes.

Why couldn't you be on time?

We'll go to my place.
My wife doesn't know about it.

We'll make up a story.

Only one way to settle
an argument with a woman...

And that's in bed.

Nobody is to leave.
Post sentries...

and take care of the 12 guys
from the prison.

You're going to rouse the neighbors.

Get in front of the exit.

You're there.

Where are the plans of the town?

Do we stay here today
and then leave tonight?

I don't know.
Depends on the Krauts.

Paco, get Philippe and follow me.

We'll work things out as we go.

- The wounded man needs attention.
- I'm taking care of it.

- Me too!
- One's enough!

He was afraid.
Instead of staying, he followed us.

We couldn't bring his body back.

His family will need
to be warned to hide.

My wife... some friends.

One of them's wounded.

His feet are burned.
You got any ointment?

My sister will give you
what you need.

Micheline?

Use this...
You're going to scare the children.

There's the prison... my house...

Firstly, you should
go out through there.

Come in here.

Here... clean yourselves up.

The kids are asleep...

That's the little ones' bedroom.

They're going to watch the street, if...

There's a good view of the street
from the window.

That one there.

Come on.

You can see the whole street
from the balcony.

This is the middle kids' bedroom...
and that's the big kids'...

- You have a lot of kids!
- 9, when they're all awake.

- Careful not to show yourself.
- Of course.

You've woken everyone up.

Who are you?
Are you the eldest?

No... Dad's the eldest.

It's not here, it's higher up.

Good... even better.

I'll keep you waiting.

I deserve a spanking, eh?

Especially when I'm like this.

The spanking's for later.

- I do my final year exam this year.
- Me too.

- In a crummy school.
- Makes no difference.

You must be good at gymnastics.

That's a German truck.

A truck! Paco!

- A German truck!
- Get back to your position!

I've got the ointment!

- Groubac, the light!
- It's on the left.

There's a patrol.

A patrol.

- Worse... There are 13 freed prisoners.
- What?!

Paco, go to the window.

- 13 men were freed.
- Amazing!

And impossible to say
who the 13th is.

It's an informer.

Then we're fucked.

He's seen everything.
My house, the yard...

My children!

He'll give us away.

My uncle Emile.
He works at the dam.

He has a transmitter.
He sends messages to London.

- And you can just talk about it?
— Everyone knows.

I nearly...

Ran into them.

Yes. They're everywhere.
The town's surrounded.

Surrounded... already?!

Yesterday you spoke of 100 troops.

Multiply by five.

We should've known yesterday!

- Yes!
- We'd have to have gone out...

- not hung around!
- I won't have it!

Try an exit...

In two hours, there'll be 2000 of them,
searching everywhere...

and they'll find you.

They have their methods.
That's why they won the war.

- Not yet.
- Still, they're everywhere.

From Norway to Sicily.

We know...
Calm down.

What do you suggest we do?

You're going to take the bus
from the dam power station.

It takes the workers.

But there are 27 workers
and 32 of you.

- 33.
— How? - 20 plus 12.

13.

We made it very clear!

Just the 12 condemned to death...

No other prisoners!

There was a 13th planted
among the 12.

- Probably a stoolie.
— Get rid of him!

We don't know which one it is.

I'll find him.

You're not going
to kill him here?

My wife will be furious!

But you are crazy, Emile!
"Get rid of him"!

You take that back, don't you?

- I'll be back.
- Yes.

2 nuns pedaling standing up.

Standing up?
That's them... come on!

- Paco, we're going.
— They'll be driving.

- Come on, we're going.
- Already?

Groubac, we're going!

You always arrive
at the right time.

War doesn't reduce
your appetite for it.

If that was the case,
there'd be no more wars.

One of ours.

Freeze!

This one is from our group too.

I don't know the one
in the corner.

But he'd been tortured.

I don't know them all,
the way they work.

Particularly those
who operate in town.

The one over there...
Lanel, a teacher.

That's Vatzky...
an official from Paris.

He was taken in the area.

D'Ussel of the Maquis.

This one I don't know.

Nor him.

You've seen them all.

Hey, stinky...
ointment for your wounds.

- So?
- Nothing.

They'll have to be questioned,
one at a time.

If there is an informer,
we're gone with the first patrol.

And he's seen everything.

We have to know who it is.

It's me.
I wasn't part of your plan.

- You never said anything.
- You never asked me.

Now we can leave.

- I'll go my own way.
- He's having you on!

Not at all, it's just...

It's OK...
You stay with the others.

- If you don't want me, I'll leave.
- You'll go with the others.

- He acts like an idiot.
- We have to watch him.

Lecocq!

Yes, Jean?

Kerk...

Keep a close watch on that guy.

- Got your knife?
- As always.

Stay right behind him...

If he tries to run, or cry out,
finish him off.

I'll close the gate.

What are you doing there?
Don't you want to go to bed?

A machine-gun on each corner...

At the ready.

Paco and Philippe, behind.
Nobody fires before I do.

Colonel, you'll stay here.

We'll hide you in town.

Choose the five most useful
to the Resistance.

We're trying to make a difficult exit.

The van opens the way.

I'll take the others to the convent.

No danger at the convent?

In that one, none.

To be sure!

Hang on, we're stopping!

Keep still. Not a word!

Quiet, for God's sake!

Sit down and shut up!

He's trying to get out!

No... I nearly fell.

Quiet!

We put them off
but we have to move fast.

We'll leave you the wounded man.
We're short of doctors.

We'll see to it...
God will help him.

- That would surprise me.
- He's Jewish!

In times of war...
God closes His eyes.

He should open them...
He'd see what's going on.

Go on... get into the bus.

All of you, put overalls on.

Sit there.

Get them cleaned up.

Stand there.

Hurry up...
Wash yourselves.

Come on, Florent...
you can clean yourself up.

Why? So I'll look like you?

- Goodbye, Colonel, and thanks.
- See you.

Hide your weapons.

But keep them close.
What about the workers?

They've not seen or heard anything.

Within 15 minutes,
you'll be missed.

Within 30 minutes,
the Germans will be notified.

And the dam workers?

What about them?

I have a pass for 27 workers.

That should work.

Obviously, if they ask
for your personal papers...

we'll have to shoot them.

And bye-bye baby.

It's a cheeky plan of yours.

Isn't it!

Any chance of it working?

On the face of it, no.

But there'll be diversions
as we're going to pass...

that could make it work.

They look like good kids,
your guys.

Don't forget you're going to work...
So you should be looking glum.

No worries about that, with us.

Attention, chaps!

There's the Fridolin in the air.

Attention, there'll be some
for everyone.

Nobody make a move before I do.

Hide your gun!

Watch it, daddy...
You're looking restless.

- You let him do it alone?
- Yes.

Alright to stop the bus there?

These are the workers
I take to the darn every morning.

- Do you remember Barcelona?
- Yes.

There's our pass.
It's all in order.

And the time...

These are my workers.

He's overdoing it.

Where's the diversion in town?

Every morning...

Shit, my cough-drop.

Clear the bridge!

The diversion arrived
just in the nick of time.

Clear the bridge, quickly!

We made it
but I nearly shit myself!

Hi.

Cazal had it all worked out.

He fought in Spain.

If you had your violin,
we could form an orchestra...

Have a dance.

You can't dance to my music.

These damned sandals
won't stay together.

- It's good to be in the country!
- Thanks, Cazal.

- I'll be going, too.
- You stay with us.

Move...

Don't leave him.

- Should I blindfold him?
- No need.

Say, just who is that guy?

He's a job for Kerk.

Got to be wary of strangers.

When Jean arrived in camp...

he said nothing, and we learned
he'd arrived from London.

What size do you wear?

I don't know.

- Are these German boots?
- Yes.

You were in prison
with German boots?

So what?

Come on.

Groubac, go on with the story
of your good wife.

Long blond tresses...

like a long mane.

Stark naked by the river...

She looks at the water...

and gives herself a kiss.

I'm a fish and I look at her...

I'm the Wind and I caress her...

I'm the water and I embrace her...

All of her.

Her hands on her hips...

Her breasts pointing upward
as if in prayer...

Her hips...

- Soft...
- Round, like the Earth is round...

and big like her.

Her belly...

Hard, deep and supple
as the sea...

Like a hot dune of sand...

on which one would roll
like crazy.

Oh, shut up!

You mess up everything.

We started seeing angels
and you talk about whores.

We stop here.

Harem, go check
we don't have any fishers.

The rest of you, make yourselves
comfortable. We wait here.

Has he said anything?

He wants to know
what we'll do with him.

He asked me where
we're taking him.

- What else?
— That's all.

He's not reassured.

He always seems to be
looking out for something.

- Still got the hots?
- They're not talking.

You have to make a woman laugh.

It's better to make them blush.

Can't you stop riding him?

I'd like to be sure
she was thinking of me.

Yeah, she'll be thinking of you
in someone else's bed.

Get off his back!

Our next operation
is the attack on the tax office.

A combined operation...
All the Maquis.

- You may be able to see her.
- Shut up!

- Tax office? That's weird.
- No, it's useful!

Weird too, though, isn't it?

I think he's a farmer.

Did you see his hands?

They go soft in prison.

He must have been in there
a long time.

And someone gave him
German boots.

We'll know when we get to heaven.

Hey...
We've got boletus mushrooms!

They're fantastic with eggs!

They're not found here.
Those are White rodophiles.

They're all poisonous.

White rodophiles!

Florent, you stay on guard!

I'm sending you Paco.

The first to get there
will get a double serving!

Even a triple serving!

Of noodles!

- It needs cleaning.
- We're falling asleep.

Later.

Fix something to eat.

Water detail needed
for the noodles.

We're not likely
to get indigestion.

Or the clap.

Haven't we had enough
since yesterday?

We've got to sort out
about that guy.

Tell Hardy to make his fire
in the barn...

In case of aircraft.

We'll sort him out afterwards.

Florent! A plane!

A plane!

It's a spotter plane.

He's going towards Mende.
He's sure to spot us.

Come on.

Over here!

Look at the bastard!

What are you up to?

It can't see me.
It's too far away.

It could never have seen me.
It was too high.

- Tell us who you are.
- And what you were doing in prison...

wearing Nazi boots.

Alright, I'm waiting.

What?

I was waiting for that morning when...

You're always waiting
for that morning in prison.

Since when?

Two nights.

That's it...
and you knew we were coming.

Why did you get
the death sentence?

I was picked up without papers.

That doesn't warrant
the death penalty.

And because of the boots.

- He has an answer to everything.
- So don't believe me...

How long have you been
without papers?

I don't know...
Since the collapse.

He's fucking with us!

And did you pinch the boots
off a German stiff?

No... off a German who was bathing.

Then?

In the mountains,
I ran into a patrol...

Who took you for a hero.

I wouldn't kill for a pair of boots.

Your religion would stop you?

Religion?

What were you doing
in the mountains?

Living with the locals.

Did you ever come across
a resistance fighter?

But you know where they are.
And you find yourself in jail with them.

I'm no informer.
The war doesn't interest me.

Nice excuse.

It's because you go on
fighting the war, that...

You've no right to do that!

Don't confuse your feelings
and our security!

Stop it now!

You've no right!

Sorry about your holster.

It hurt when you pulled my hair.

That's enough!

Stay with him.

No more fighting, alright?

It's just not on, to behave
like that over him.

— It's not the way to do it.
- Don't you see his game?

- He returned the revolver.
- Smart move.

The safety of us all
is compromised.

There's no proof of anything.

That guy is definitely
hiding something from us.

We must be vigilant.

And if he's innocent?

Remember the farmer
and the pharmacist?

Do you really believe
they were guilty?

Don't you bring that up!

There's no point in dragging up
past decisions!

It's just mind games!

What's going on?

They can't manage to agree.

Your name?

Here.

Your friends in town
can inform you.

They'll tell you.

That proves nothing,
and buys him time.

Because you know
we have friends in town?

You wouldn't exist without them.

The motorbike's coming.

"Louis Robert"...
Sounds like a nom de guerre.

I should've been a soldier.

On which side?

Wouldn't matter.
War doesn't interest me.

That can't be...
You're either for or against the Krauts.

I'm not against anyone.
I just want to live in peace...

Far from the hotheads
with their weapons and their ideas.

He means us!

You... the Germans...
the Americans...

You all want good for the humanity
you exterminate.

- He has a point.
- Are you against us too, now!?

This is idiotic.

I want no misunderstandings
amongst us.

I'll ask for an investigation.

If he's an enemy...

- There'd be more discussion.
- No!

He'll be disposed of.

And it's you
who'll take care of it.

If he's an enemy.

Or if HQ orders it.

OK, Paul.

- The operation's been brought forward.
- For when?

Come and get the instructions.

- Jean, hop on.
- My things.

The planes held me up.

I want a quick inquiry
on that guy.

OK, Paul.

You go and keep an eye on him!

Go tell the men to rest.

Are you a carpenter?

I do a bit of everything.

Leave it, and get some rest.

- Who? Me?
- Yes.

The informer won't be in on this mess.

— Think they'll bring us something to eat?
- Bugger all.

I knew a guy once who ate nails.

- Coloured guy?
- No. He was at a fair.

- Did he digest them?
- I never knew. He's dead. Quiet!

You and your racist stories.

Don't move.

Hey, grandpa!

Out for a stroll?

You startled me!

- You're not from round here.
- No. I'm Swiss.

I'd say there might be
a bit of colonial in there.

No... that way, grandpa.

- No... I'm going this way.
- No... it's too foggy that way.

- Stop fooling around!
— No, no. This way, grandpa.

Shit! My prisoner!

The bastard!

My prisoner's scarpered!

What are you on about?

The bastard!

Don't just stand there...
Help me!

- Did you see my prisoner?
- No.

- What?
- My prisoner's scarpered.

You idiot!

Seen my prisoner?

You think this is funny,
do you?!

It's like school here.
You have to ask.

You see?
He could have run off.

Maybe.

He could've betrayed us.

We've got to find out
what he's about.

It takes 20 years to make a good man.
Let's not spoil it.

As long as he's not essential.

I can't get his nose right.

Oh, this is the Berel farmhouse.

So, who's this guy?

He says he's a farmer.

No shepherdesses here, eh?

It still works, does it, grandpa?!

Anyone'd think
we're open to the public.

The trails are for everyone.

For months, we see nobody,
then...

We gotta sound you out.

Don't push me around, junior!

- They know each other.
- They're from the same area.

- Or they have the same boss.
- An old guy like that?

The good Lord says
you should respect your elders.

You can make God say
whatever you want.

Why are you treating me
like a piece of shit?

Sit down.
What's your name?

Passevin...

Jules-Ferdinand.

- But people call me...
- Why?

Because they confuse me with
my brother, who I don't like.

Where do you live?

Villepont.

Everyone down there knows me.

Why were you coming this way?

I was going to my brother's place.

He's dying.

I usually take the bus.

But it was purloined,
so I took the short-cut.

It's the only way to get there.

You know that...
You're guarding it.

I already told everything
to your soldier...

The "Swiss" one.

I don't know what more
I can tell you.

We're respectable people
at our place.

I don't believe this!

We believe you.

- So I can go?
- No.

Very well.

I guess it's just my luck.

Do you know where
your luck brought you?

Of course.

A Maquis band.

- And what are they?
- Rebels.

Well, rebels...

The new type of rebels.

Patriots, right?

I've known them. I've seen them
disarming the police.

It wasn't you lot...
I would have remembered.

You have a good memory.

Just because someone's over 60...

My head and my legs still work.

Sound as a bell.

You don't believe I'm
Passevin from Villepont...

and that I was on my way to see Prosper,
my shit of a brother?

We'll check.

So will I be able to leave, then?

- No.
- But I support the Resistance!

When the Germans came,
I treated them as bastards.

- Murderers!
- You didn't tell them that.

No, but I thought it.

And they know that I thought it.

- I support the Maquis.
- But you're not comfortable with us.

- No. I mean, yes.

Yes... but put yourself
in my place.

What'll happen if you tell them in town
that you ran into the Maquis?

- I'd say nothing.
- Just in conversation.

It gets back to the Germans...
They turn up...

I'll say nothing at all.
I'm a pacifist, actually.

Of course...

except in wartime.

- Do you talk in your sleep?
- No.

And you'd take the odd drop,
from time to time.

- You wouldn't say no.
- The odd drop... yes...

So you see?

I'll only drink water
till the end of the war.

You'll be alright here.

You mean I have to stay here
all the time?

It's best we change camp.

The operation's for tomorrow.

Who's this old guy?

- A pain in the arse.
— A new resistance fighter.

What's this?

It was dropped for us by the English.

Be careful all the same...
It may be loaded.

So what does this Maquis do?

I'm no Maquis!

I'm just a grandpa.

You're never too old
to serve your country, grandpa.

Felix. Safe-cracker.

Condemned to death by the SS.

He'll be valuable tomorrow.

The Maquis like a jailbird.

If he's a problem,
we do as we see fit.

— We'd have THEM make the decision.
- But...

It's a type of cannon.

What am I going to be doing here?

You can be the cook.

I won't get a rifle?

You want to play soldier, grandpa?

I did well in the last one!

In uniform, as well.

No!

Fucking hell!
Who did that?

Maybe you could tell me
what you did then?

I can't.

Are you shooting petrol bombs
with a shotgun?

Anyone ever tell you,
you eat like a pig?

Yes, sweetheart... you.

And that you need a bath?

Only dirty people wash.

The Krauts will find you
by the smell.

This is Pradel.

The square, the tax office,
police station. Pretty neat, eh?

You see? We're going tomorrow.
That's Pradel.

You'll be seeing her.

- That's the police station?
- Yes.

I knew this plump widow there
with these eyes...

She had a big conk.

- Always the same crap!
- No. Words of affection.

Enough with the piping!

Florent has an idea.

We dig a tunnel.
The Germans arrive. Nobody.

They leave, we emerge.
This is done in Africa.

What a production!

The ground is stony.

Tomorrow we have
the trickiest part of the operation.

HQ thinks we're effective.

HQ send their congratulations
for Sarlande prison.

The Germans are looking for us
at Sarlande.

That gives us a two-hour advantage
for the job at Pradel.

The job will give the Maquis
the necessary cash...

so that our Maquis
can stay under cover.

All the Maquis will participate.

Our buddies will watch the roads
and shut down the power plant.

What about...

What are you doing with me?

They'll let us leave.

At least... me.

You two will come with us.

- Very well.
- Jean, over to you.

That's what sentimentality gets you.

This will be a very swift operation.

The faster we move,
the better we'll avoid the enemy.

Each of you will have
a responsibility.

Two of you will remain as observers,
near the town.

The trucks will enter the town...

Our objective is monetary,
not military.

From the window of the school...
You see the whole valley!

Off you go!

There's no one here.

Break everything! It'll create an alibi
for the Germans!

What are you doing there?
Get moving!

Hands up!

- Goddammit... Maurice still here!
- Not Maurice.

Hands up!

Move it!

Weapons!

That's enough.
Put them out.

Anybody else?

There are no more here.

Do a search to check
if there's anyone!

I'm Titus. My cover's blown.
Take me by force.

Get downstairs!

That's the brigadier!

- There's nobody left.
- Everyone downstairs.

Move it.

Keep moving!

Put him with the others.

You can go there now!

Let's go, Lecocq had to
cut the phone lines.

There! They're all cut.

We have to break everything.

Good-for-nothings!

Watch yourself!

We need to be able
to call the tax office.

Long distance
isn't disconnected.

There's a direct line
to Sarlande.

Sarlande?
Give me the Gestapo.

Pradel militia here.

The terrorists
have arrived in town.

They've just cut the electricity!

He's got some nerve, this grandpa!

Stay here.
If you get out, you're done for.

You should be watching
back there as well.

Shit! It's out!

Watch the front door.

Nobody move!

The men to stand on the chairs.

- Nobody move!
- Check out at the back.

We don't want to hurt you.

We've got the roads blocked
and the police and phones out of action.

This is outrageous!

- Are you the manager?
- For 10 years!

Operator... put me through
to the militia.

The militia!

This is the Tax Office.

What, there's a problem?

What?

The Maquis?!

That you, Lecocq?

It's me, Tepart.

Yes... all working.

What?

Fine, it's done.

Another one?

We're not thieves.

The Resistance needs money.

It will go towards your freedom.

- I have the post office.
- Stay connected.

You have over a million in cash.

Whereabouts is it?

- In the safes.
- Where are the safes?

Stay there, I'll be back.

Tax bill?
Keep your money.

Next.

No money. Next.

PAID

Hey... can't stop here!

You got a lot of hair, kid.

- The better to hide.
- Poor old France!

- Shit!
- There's nobody else.

I'll give you a receipt.

What is YOUR signature worth?

Just present it to the authorities
when France is free.

Put them with the others!

Nobody move until I get back!

Tell them to do as planned.

Lecocq... hold your positions.

The money...
Out the money'.!

It's a sniper.

Come on, kid...

Come in close.

That bastard will shoot.

No, he's not shooting.

Did you see?

Fan out...
We head to the left.

Look out, Jean...
Take cover!

- Hurt bad?
— Yeah, I think so.

Give me a hand!

He's not dead...
I'll toss him down.

He wasn't alone!

That's for sure.

- He didn't do anything to you.
- Leave me alone!

What are we gonna do?

We're taking him away.

Serious?

It's just the thigh.

- Find a doctor. What about the money?
- He's there. Here.

We've got to stick to the plan.

- He's wounded.
- Every second counts!

The Krauts are less
than an hour away!

The other Maquis
will leave their positions!

You're giving me the shits!

Lucien!

Leave him alone!

Let me take him!

That's the last straw!

- Be reasonable!
- Get back to your position!

We'll leave
when the doctor arrives.

He'd been sick... He was
recovering from an illness.

Please! He's only 20 years old.

- The other's 20, too.
- You should've thought of that!

And now?

Get ready to leave.

— What are they doing?
— Cutting the power off.

Arrange to take the extra man.

Go and help them!

I won't allow myself to be touched
by a dirty Gaullist.

Stick him on the truck,
we're taking him.

You've no right to do this!

Doctor, save my son!

Please!

Make her shut up!

Murderers!

Shut up, Mum...
Please, just shut up!

Thanks, chum!

- He needs to be operated on, now!
- Where?

At the hospital.

- You kidding? The 88 are on their way.
- He'll be dead tonight, or by morning.

- Come with us.
- Impossible.

I was called away from
a difficult birth.

But you can leave him.

- Out of the question.
- Wait.

To relieve his pain.
Can someone use a needle?

I can.

In the buttocks. Not too much at a time.
It would finish him off.

- Get going!
- That'd be doing him a favour.

Hey... my old lady's hanging on!

She'll let go.

There... she's let go.

Florent! All OK?

Yes, it's OK.

There it is... they're here.

— We're off.
- Groubac and Martin have left.

- Left for where?
- Groubac went for some relief.

Groubac knows a widow here.

The bastards, taking advantage of it!

Juveniles, rather than bastards.

So, daddy-o?

Here...

I found you a violin
to exercise your fingers.

No bullshit!

I'll wait for them.
Kerk and Paco, come with me.

The rest, go!

- You're crazy!
- Get a move on!

In two minutes all the roadblocks
will be cleared!

Don't forget the post office
and the school.

I'll leave you Florent.
It's more sensible.

There's Groubac.

You were leaving without me!

- What about your widow?
- She's remarried.

- I got my bullet back.
- We'll talk further.

Here they are...
We're off!

Come on, kid!

Here's a new boy...
He's coming with us.

— Julien!
— It's my father!

Julien!

Think of your mother!

Florent, we're going!

No, Harem, you stay'.!

Cazal will pick you up.

You'll warn him of any danger.

— Move it!
— Julien!

You'll pay for this, Julien!

You good-for-nothing!
You'll never amount to anything!

What the hell are they doing?!

The tourniquet must be loosened
from time to time.

They look a right bunch of idiots,
those cops!

It's alright... it's just the electricity
coming back on.

Hurry up... it's the Germans!

The Germans are here!

Scram, Martin!

Quick... jump on!

- How many are there?
- A whole convoy.

- Come on, move it!
- There's a lot of them.

There are some others.

Go back.
We'll head north.

Here's the Krauts!

- We got him!
- That was just the advance guard.

Turn right!

Turn right!!

He's been hit!

The Germans...

He's wounded!
Blast it!

He blocking the pedals.
Help me!

The old guy's nuts.
Get up, for God's sake!

Get your guns ready!

Help me!

Look out, grandpa!

Turn left through there!

- Well, that was...!
- Tepart, take care of Martin.

Get some branches
for stretchers.

That was cutting it fine.

Come on... stretchers.

You're not cut out for this,
grandpa, you're past it.

You're getting old, too, kid...

But you still don't know it.

We have to get the dead man
to his family.

They'll be delighted!

Felix?

Come and help me.

Camouflage the truck.

We missed a chance with the cops
when we had them lined up.

Some of them work
for the Resistance.

A cop is a cop, and for me
you just go...

How about putting a sock in it!

I'm not a Communist.

We're just against the Krauts...
that's all.

Take the bags.

- That better?
- Yes.

I'm going to HQ.

- Don't go alone.
- Florent!

Double the sentries.

If they attack,
we'll be in the front row.

We can't do anything
about Philippe.

I'll try to find a doctor.

Don't knock him...
He behaved well.

What about sanctions
for Groubac and Martin?

- Nothing.
- You're kidding me!

We don't cutoff a donkey's leg,
just because it stumbled.

It still needs to be discussed.

- Hi, Forez.
— Hi.

New guys.

Tell me what's happened.

I've a badly wounded man.
Is the doc here?

No, he's running Maquis down south.

Come on, someone wants to see you.

Regarding that plateau...

the enemy considers it holds
the spearhead of the Resistance.

All the information points to that.

The Krauts are preparing
to comb the region.

The weak point...

The passage up to the plateau...

And that's where you go, Cazal.

What would you propose?

It needs to be mined.

If that passage is blown...

the Krauts can't get
their equipment up there.

They'd have it all
back in shape in two hours.

And we'll be gone.

Where does my group fit in?

Where are you?

- In the abandoned hamlet.
- Go and join up with Cazal.

It will double the effect
of dealing with the passage.

What about us?

It's very simple... we go away...

- and we put ourselves out of reach.
- Exactly.

Sometimes there's victory in retreat.

— The spy.
- Or we adopt guerrilla tactics.

What about my guy?

We try to get information
in town...

but we're always tied up
with something.

I can't keep him indefinitely.

Is that your daughter?

Yes... Jeanne!

I was thinking the Krauts might've...

- She jumped off the train from Germany.
- Like Groubac!

The informer's going with you.

Look out!
Get under cover!!

It's a Fieseler Stork.

- Did you ever learn hairdressing?
- Not really.

We could shoot it down.

No way. Stay hidden.

Why don't we ever fire at them?

Put him in there.

- On my own?
- What about him?

You still watching that guy?

He gave Philippe his injections.

Go and help them.

Ouf, come here!

It wasn't you
giving the injections?

He does a better job than me.
And Philippe is my buddy.

Alright then, Ouf!

It needs to be boiled
before using it.

Here we go...

You know what to do?

- Yes, I have a cousin...
- And I have an uncle!

My cousin was born lame.

- A plane!
- Don't move!

Bring him into the light.

Hey, boys!

Don't move!

Put him down there.

Don't move.
There we are.

- What's going on?
- Be brave.

We'll dig that bullet out of you.

No need to hold me down.

Why not wait for Cazal?
He was finding a doctor.

Could the doctor do any better?

I have my first-aid badge.

What's that?

An award from the Boy Scouts.

I know.

A little badge with a red cross.

This is serious.

Take this.

Like the day
I pulled my first chick.

I finished a bottle.

Well, go ahead!

Was she beautiful?

A shocker.

- You should've seen...
- Forget it!

Thighs... like a filly.

Thighs are important!

- Yeah, my Sophie...
- Let him finish.

- What about her tits?
- Shocking.

She had two.

She was very young.
Just 35!

So you screwed her?

It won't come out.

Have you got there yet?

Sorry... Just one more
little out and we're there.

- Then? You jumped her?
- Nothing, I tell you.

I drank all that calvados
to make me seem cool...

Then I couldn't do a thing!

Did you succeed that time?

There's more than the bullet
to come out.

Not just that?

- Who said you could?
- He's in pain.

- So?
- You bastard.

- Get out of here.
- Bastard!

- Have you got there?
- How can I catch hold of it?

Pliers wouldn't work.

- We need tweezers.
- And a surgical knife, and alcohol.

- And two nurses...
- Not wearing bras!

Hey boys, it's bleeding.

— No it's not.
- It's nothing at all. Nothing.

Thanks.

So...

- I got it!
- Fantastic!

Gimme the bottle!

We have to disinfect it.

Wait for a moment.

But he's right.
It'll stop the bleeding.

Some tobacco will stop it.

- Hang in there!
- We're not going to waste tobacco!

He'll drink the whole bottle.

Come on, we'll improve that.

OK, give him your needle.

- What about the doctor?
— There isn't one.

The goat's for the dinner.

The calf for tomorrow.
There'll be a lot of us.

Get everyone together.
We're going up to the passage.

The Rey Maquis
will join up with us.

I also got 50 kg of plastic
to mine the passage.

- Gather all the men together.
- We need to watch those two.

- He seems OK.
- We have to be careful.

Gee up!

It didn't explode.
It'll be returned to sender.

80, old chap...

There's a face I recognise.

- That's possible.
- Are you from Saint-Jean?

Maybe I've passed through.

There used to be a guy in Saint-Jean,
that the police were after.

- That was in '39.
- What were the police after, grandpa?

A guy who said the Earth
was rotten like an apple...

because of the military
and the priests.

True.

"They may not be the cause
of all the mess," he used to say...

"but they allow it to be created."

So they had to lock him up.

You can't get anything
from a guy like that.

That wasn't you, was it?

This thing is so goddamn heavy!

A couple of tons, the bastard.

Better to set it off
than carry it.

Slow down!

What do you mean, slow down?

Keep going.

Stop!

We'll put the bomb here
with a bit of plastic...

which gets it airborne...

and then wham! it explodes...
and blocks the passage.

Good, it can work in
with all the rest.

- It's doable.
- We'll connect his cable to the dynamo.

Groubac...

If you drop it, bye-bye Bertha.

- Isn't it defused?
- Of course it is.

Oh... they'll sweat a bit!

It's me! Don't shoot!

- Exactly.
- Not in front of the men.

- Don't shoot!
— Go on... it was a mistake.

Come down!

You lot are always shooting
for the wrong reasons.

They're never going
to respect you like that.

- He's spying on us.
- Mr Cazal!

Watch out,
or you'll disturb the cables.

- Mr Cazal!
- Yes.

Philippe's in a bad way.
He wants to see you.

I'm coming.

You see why he came?

He may have seen everything.

When you've finished,
dig a hole.

One or two?
He saw it all.

One, for the militia man.
We'll fix it tonight.

We don't wait for dawn?
It's almost dark now.

So what? With his wound,
whether it's earlier, or later...

No fire outside.

Stay there.

Paul, come here...

I feel as if I'm in a fog.

The doctor will be here
tomorrow, Philippe.

Say, Paul...

You never lie, do you,
even when it's not good?

So tell me...
is my wound really bad?

It's not good,
but I've seen worse.

Don't tire yourself.

You need sleep.

I don't want to sleep.

I'm scared.

I've had nothing.

I've never had anything.

You know...
You know, Paul...

I've...

I've never spent a whole night
with a girl.

I've still never seen the sea.

When we get rid of the Krauts,
you'll have them all.

One of them would be enough.

You know, Paul...

I know a girl
who has beautiful arms...

like jets of water.

She used to love it
when I told her that.

She loved it when I said that.

I'm sure she's waiting for you.

A girl doesn't forget
a boy like you.

I want to cry...
but I can't.

Hey, boys...
It smells like a sheep-roast!

They seem to have things
to talk about.

That's a Maxim.

We had 'em in '14.
Nothing's changed.

Old Krupp's refined it now, grandpa.
600 rounds a minute.

My brother wouldn't have
anything to do with it.

He's had a machine gun bullet
in his lung since '14.

He's dead?

Yes, Jean.

A good while ago.

He said we should forgive
our enemies.

"Forgive"!

After we've killed them,
as Kerk said.

Nice saying... nice idea.

You aren't saying anything
to the men?

I feared they'd take it out
on the militiaman.

- That bastard refuses to die!
- You're not gonna kill me?!

What the hell are you doing?!

I was forced to do it.

Don't kill me!
I'll do anything you want.

He didn't have to
choose the militia.

It wasn't my fault.
I was 19.

They talked about a revolution,
to save France from Communism.

At 19...

Others chose the other side.

They were also told
it was all about France.

But your side
doesn't kill its prisoners.

- The hole's finished.
- What? Already?

Deep enough...
that the first rain won't...

The roots will hold it.

Shall I do it now?

Tomorrow.

Why?
You're the ones who wanted it...

Philippe... No!

Go with him.

I can really help you.

I know the militia well...
the chiefs.

We'll keep you prisoner elsewhere.
A special place.

Thanks.

Bastard!
He killed Philippe.

Bastard! Piece of shit!

You promised me!

I promised nothing.

Bastard!

Cut it out!

Yes! Here!

Go away!

Get out of the way!

- Kerk, no!
— Don't kill me!

We're not going to
leave him like that.

Mummy...

Mummy...

Kerk!

- What have you done?
- Philippe is dead because of...

Go and wash your face.

Out of here, the lot of you!

- What a waste!
- He's heavy!

- They eat well in the militia.
- Poor kid.

- Him or Philippe?
- Philippe, him and the rest.

— Hey, Out}.
—Yes'?

- Don't forget to say a prayer.
- Yeah, yeah.

Philippe's death will be long regretted.

What about his boots?
He's no further use for them.

Not for the boots... or the slaughter.

Say something to the men.

Psychologically, the death
of the militiaman was useless.

So there...

The first death in our group.

There will be more... lots more,
up to the liberation.

Those who start wars, don't realise
that some will die...

to avoid being enslaved.

Adieu, Philippe.

We'll try to avenge your death...

without becoming murderers.

Without resorting to the same violence
as the enemy.

Aircraft!
Everyone under the trees!

Grandpa... hide yourself!

There's a plane!

- Come on, get under cover!
- Wait... not so fast!

Here's the reply
about your prisoner.

A motorbike!

The Rey Maquis are surrounded.

- You have to leave immediately.
- Thomas, get the men.

Everyone, here!

— The other maquis are on their way.
- Wait a moment, I'll give you a reply.

We'll try to free them.

Take all the ammo you can carry.

Groubac! We're going.

Allow me.

- You don't carry a weapon?
- Never a weapon, Miss.

- So you're the...
- You're very pretty, Miss.

Why not fight the Germans?

- No one's saying I support them.
- But you're not against them.

Is this our battle?

I hope so. Leave anything
which could identify you.

Paco, come with me.
Send Moot to the passage.

They have enough ammo
to hold out.

We all pool.

- It takes three hours via the ridges.
- We can't waste a minute.

Tell Forez we're on our way.

- So?
- See to it.

That's an order. Get going.

So you just give an order...
and that's it?

Those who give the orders,
see to the future.

Your love for your men
is always for tomorrow.

We don't attack by the bridge,
but by the opening.

Are you finished yacking?

Pooling resources won't work.

It's up to you
to see that it does.

- Yes, Paul.
— Not the Maxim.

Take the FM.

- You stay here.
- Are you chucking me out?

You're responsible for the camp.

An empty camp.

There's the wounded guy
and the livestock.

Here...
Welcome to the Maquis.

This thing looks medieval.

Don't go by way of the river.

Because of the planes,
go through the forest.

Give me your revolver.

It has to be done.
The guy's condemned by the situation.

It's so much worse when you
don't feel any anger towards him.

Can someone load my aquebus?

Hand me a grenade.

Don't let the Krauts take you.

They'd tear you to shreds.
The old guy, too.

We'll get rid of a few.

What is he, a monster?

A murderer with an excuse.

No. Someone who'd like his next one
with some sauce.

She's cute, eh?

- We go this way?
- Yeah.

Get a move on!

- Aren't you guys watching this side?
- What's it to you?

The Germans could
come through there.

Maybe, but not their artillery.

The Germans are nothing
without their artillery.

— Where are we going?
- We're changing your camp.

- For the time being.
— That's good, I know you all.

You do?

Through there?

- Keep going!
- I'm not going to escape.

I really like your setup.

I mean the friendship of the group.
No in-fighting.

- Do you always tamper with your rounds?
- There's no fixed thing.

But it makes a hole that big.

You'd think the officers' arses
were on fire.

He's missing Thomas.

He's at the river
doing the laundry.

- No, they sent him to Saint-Martin.
- Why?

It's like those Germans
we tossed into the river.

In winter, corpses go down the river,
stomachs in the air.

The Krauts in Saint-Martin...

watched the inflated corpses
streaming under the bridge.

Come on, get a move on!

I was working at their place...

At the house, doing the gardening.

Doing a bit of everything.

Then one day, I said
to the daughter...

She was 16 and beautiful...

I said to her...
"Come where my flowers can see you."

But afterwards,
her father called the police.

Move it.

- Is that why you were in prison?
- The first time, yes.

I had no papers at the time.

They imprisoned me
and searched through my life.

- What did they find?
- That I hadn't done my military service.

They were looking for me
as a deserter.

I said it wasn't worth
being in jail for that.

I wasn't intending to do so.
And then the war began.

Damn it!
I'll never do it!

What's got into you?

You didn't break anything?

You'd better clean that.

- Nothing to make a fuss about.
- Of course.

Looks like we fought.

That suits me.

Come on...
We'll clean it up.

So you didn't want
to commit yourself?

Commit to fighting against who?

The Italians and the Germans?

I knew a few of them
in the Latin Quarter.

It's full of foreigners.

There was a group of us,
all a bit stupid...

We drank beer and had arguments.

But from that situation, to go
and shoot them without further ado...

there's a big gap...
an abyss, even.

You can have an opinion
about your own death, can't you?

- Why are you saying that to me?
- That's what I said to the army.

Sit down.
To the military tribunal.

They tried me for desertion.
They looked at me...

Looked at me with their bug eyes.

I didn't understand at all.
I felt panic...

Those types... every army
in the world is full of them.

Thousands of those heroes...
So the war can last a long time.

Why haven't you talked
about this before?

Your pals wouldn't understand.
Especially Jean.

I'll clean it. Gimme!

I wonder if I'm not really a coward.

Like those millions of heroes full of hate
towards the heroes across the way...

who kill each other at any cost...

covered with decorations to show
they killed more than their neighbour...

blessed with the same gods
and sorts of men as their foes.

As for me, I'd rather talk
than shoot.

But you people wouldn't understand.

It doesn't fit with what you told us
the other night.

You've not been taken recently.

Well, yes.

The fortress where I was imprisoned
was bombarded.

The troops abandoned it.
I found myself...

on the run in the countryside
for three years.

And I was picked up
over a pair of boots.

Why haven't you said anything?
You could've been executed by now.

You people are revolutionaries,
but you're good-hearted.

Of course!
All revolutions are heartless.

Like the Reds!

If the Nazis triumph,
there'll be 10 times more victims.

As for you... You've been condemned
by circumstances.

But it's been years...

The Maquis want to kill me?

Go... get the hell out of here!

Run!

That'll be the departure
of our moraliser.

Smart guy though.

Stick a flower in the rifle
and all will be well!

That's not our only bullshit.

Come on, hurry it up!

Get a move on!

Take cover!

- Nobody fire.
- Pass it on.

Nothing we can do...
They've been shopped.

There are 300 Germans
to 15 of our guys.

They were betrayed.

- Who could have shopped them?
- Anybody.

Surrender!

Your lives are guaranteed
if you abandon this rebellion.

Drop dead!

Surrender!

Listen to the bastards!

We're rebels in our own home.

Just shut up!

You have five minutes to give
an intelligent response.

My response is SHIT!

— Get down!
- The bastards!

They're bringing in aircraft.

We've seen enough.
I'm taking my boys.

Francois! Bernard! Paul!
We're going.

Aren't we going to manage it?

One shot and we're there.

Right... we're on our way.

There are still some fighting back.

Go...! It's over.

Let's go!

I'm staying.

Kerk, with me.
Groubac, hand me the FM.

Wait till we've gone,
but don't stay more than three minutes.

Someone's surrendering.

It's Michel Rey!

He has a grenade.
The bastard!

Get back, quickly!

Tell me why I'm scared!

It's just your imagination.
In the army we learn not to be.

The general too?

He's the exception
that proves the rule.

The bastard escaped me.

There, you see...

To shoot...

it's not in the eye, my boy.

It's the nose.

It's intuition, my boy.

He's thirsty.

- There it is!
- Grandpa!

- There it is!
- It's there, grandpa!

Where is it?

Grandpa!

No, grandpa, it's there!

The ox is getting away!

No, grandpa, it's here!

Hide. He'll be back.

The bastards have drunk all the booze!

I shot it.
We'll put it in the soup.

We have to catch the calf.

Forget it.
It'll come back on its own when it's dark.

Eat up... We don't know what,
or if, we'll eat at all tomorrow.

And sleep fully dressed.

- Why don't we leave?
- To get the Krauts moving.

We'll leave when they come after us.
That's our role.

Pulling back troops
from other fronts...

to chase after
a few dozen partisans.

During the day we'll stay away
from the farmhouse.

They might bomb it.

You can finish the hooch.

That is, if there's any left.

Get the hooch, grandpa,
since you know where it is!

They won't attack at night?

They never move at night...

unless they have someone
who knows the area we”.

You on guard?
Try and eat something.

You're acting like you feel guilty.

- Certainly not guilty!
- Yes, not you...

Listen... you, me, him...
that's US!

We're the Resistance,
the Maquis.

We've killed, we'll kill again.

Others will kill us!

We smash up the world,
but we don't like doing it.

That guy was an abscess.
The abscess was drained.

The struggle continues...
and God's on our side.

"Gott mit Uns," say the Nazis.

We smash up the world
with His blessing.

That guy said that too.

You bastard! What the hell
are you doing here?

I came to warn you...
The valley's full of Germans.

Which way did you come?

The calf led me back.
I found it.

It was scared of the dark.
So was I.

So I followed it.
It seemed to know where it was going.

This isn't funny.

No, but now I feel good.

Yes. If I'd obeyed you,
I'd have felt miserable.

I was still miserable
because I'd lied to you.

But now it's all OK.
I'm very happy!

That's not what matters.

- So, get rid of me, too?
— That's enough!

- That could be.
- Paco!

Will you dig a hole,
or use the river?

Find Lecocq.

That's enough of this.

He's only come to tell us this,
so we might trust him.

The Krauts are everywhere.

An order was given.
It was not carried out.

You're going to find
your friend Lecocq.

Why?
You still want to kill me.

The Germans blame me...

No... we worry about how
you came back so easily.

— There was no question...
- He's back?!

Yes...
He was returned to us.

Get going!

You'll be together, as before.

Give him a snorter.

And put the calf under cover.

I'll take charge of this now.

You can take care of it
in the morning.

In the meantime...

the less we see each other,
the better.

- We'll have to talk about it again.
- Jean's right.

- Have you set up the Maxim at the passage?
- Yes, Paul.

Who'll use it?

Groubac's competent.

"When the light goes out,
I take your shadow in my arms."

- What did you say?
- Nothing... just thinking of someone.

Are you lost?

At night, everyone gets lost.

Here, take my torch.

Never point it upwards.

Always down, like in the cinema.

Don't go out for a piss...
do it through the window..

Hey... not that way...
Stop! Stop!

Stop!

That guy's shot through...
He's got my torch.

What's going on?

He let that guy go...
But he won't get far. Go!

- I'll go after him.
- That way.

Go!

- What are you doing?
- Going over to the passage.

I'll come with you.

- Stop!
- You idiot... it's me, Jean!

You haven't seen someone?

- Who?
- The prisoner's run off.

- Are the ways in and out guarded?
- Talk to you later.

- "Yes, and we'll impose penalties".
- He's such a pain in the arse.

Not a word,
or I'll slit your throat!

He didn't leave like that
by chance!

- He was seen going down that way.
- He's shitting on us.

Go and get the men.

I'll go and take a look
from the headland.

Give me that.
At least take a gun.

You concerned about something?

Will you stop following me around
like a dog?

I'm sick of that bullshit.

So..
How many communists up there?

What?

Communists!

Maquis, if you prefer.

So? How many?

Quiet! another one!

Watch out! Cazal!
Watch out!

- What makes you say that?
- I know nothing about it.

- Is it a presentiment?
- Call it what you like.

- What?
- Call it what you like!

So...
How many communists up there?

Even when we succeed,
it doesn't last.

Maybe that's the feeling.

I can't understand why Jean
hasn't given us a sign.

They're encircling the mountain.

Go and blow up the passage!

- You?
- I'll cover you.

- What about Jean?
- They must have got him.

If we separate, we have two chances.
The first to get there, blows the lot.

Look at this...
Wandering around with a machine gun.

Yes, we speak French.

You traitors are with the Huns!

You'd be the leader.

Is he their leader?

I wouldn't know.

I'm sure we have the leaders,
Sir.

- We should attack right away.
- Keep your voice down.

Are they alone?

Don't make a move
until I say so.

But the air cover
may be too late.

Shoot, Paul!

Look out, Paco!

- Shoot!
- Paco!

- Look out!
- Don't shoot!

Look out!

Nobody shoot!!

Don't shoot!
Take him alive!

Take your positions.

Sector 7 and 8...

Send two men to take him.

Do you see him?

No one to shoot
without my order.

- Fire!
- Fire!

We're waiting for your orders.

Take care of the prisoners.

- We're not attacking?
- You're not attacking the French.

- Hang the prisoners.
- Without making them talk?

Hang them... as an example,
off the viaduct.

A necktie party on the viaduct.

With 10 metres of rope
it will be Wagnerian!

Teutonic stagecraft!

We get to do the dirty work.

Not at all. We're cleaning...

Purging France of judeo-Marxism.

That's the real task.

Clean... purify France
of De Gaulle's Communists.

Make it happen!

Otherwise, it's the death
of the Maquis because of us.

- What the hell are you doing there?
- We've been looking for you everywhere.

The others are here too.

Get away from here!

Julien's here to replace Philippe.

She came to warn us.

Run for your life...
We'll be overrun!

Go and blow the lot!

- Are you wounded?
- No. It's nothing.

What are you waiting for?

We're being bombed!

Get to the dynamite.
If a tank gets through, we've had it.

Where are you going with that FM?
Get in there.

We have to get across here.

Shoot at anyone in green
and close one eye to take aim.

Come here!
Someone's wounded.

Don't worry, kid...

We're in a good spot.

Moot!

There they are! Fire!

With 10 metres of rope,
it'll be a pretty sight!

They won't suffer at all.

Is the knot at the front
or the back?

The regulations say the back.

- I think he must have made it.
- He HAS to have!

Quickly! The detonator!

Go and warn them
it's about to go off!

Get back.. it's going to explode!

It's not working!
We need to fix it!

Cazal! Hold on for five minutes!
There's a breakdown.

Send over the Maxim
and the pipe-mine!

Lower the Maxim.

Lower the pipe to Cazal.
Hardy... You help them.

Get the pipe.

Get back.

Ammo... quick!

Not so fast, boys,
I can't keep up..

Hey, kid...!

Get down.

Goodness me...!

Kerk!

Take my place!

So, are we OK?

We're OK now... I fixed it.

Shit!

It must be the cable.
The tank's coming!

Gaza“.
The Games are cut'.!

You have to hold on!

- Cover Groubac.
- What's up, Chief?

The explosions have cut the cables.

The village is burning down.

That'll teach them
not to help the Maquis.

What's stopping them
from blowing that passage?

Groubac, get back!

Bugger it!
It's still out.

The cable's still out.

Cover us!

- Groubac!
- Shit!

Cover us!

Kerk! Watch out!

Your pals are done for, eh?

My God... what are they waiting for
to blow the lot?

Do you think they'll hang on?

Groubac! Here's the break.

Shit! It's still cut down there.

The bastards!

Groubac...
Are you hit?

They're done for!

I'm cold, Jean.

They're done for, Thomas!

After me, boys!

After me, boys!

Shit!

You see, up there?

So?

Shit!

Let's get out of here!

Do we leave the dead?

Come on, grandpa, get going!

Come on, get back!

Quick!

Quick!

That bastard's getting away.

Stop! Stop!

Catch him, for God's sake!