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Shh. Shh.

[BLOWS WHISTLE]

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

[MEN SHOUTING]

[WOMEN CRYING]

[SOLDIERS SHOUTING]

[WOMAN SHOUTING]

[WEEPING]

Pierre Brossard!

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

-Seven.
-Yeah.

-Seven Jews.
-Yeah.

You. Get up.

Up. Get him up!

And him. Get up. You.

You.

Get up. Get up.

Get him up.

Line against the wall.

[SOLDIERS SPEAKING GERMAN]

Drop your pants.

Get your pants down.

[SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN]

Come on, get your pricks out.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

[SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN]

[SOLDIER SPEAKING GERMAN]

BROSSARD: Put your hands down.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

[GUNS RAISED]

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

Fire!

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

[GUNSHOT]

MAN: Nice to see you again.

Afternoon.

-A beer, please.
-Yes.

Thank you.

Good morning.

-How are you?
-Great.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

Bye.

Excuse me.
Do you have a phone?

Yes. It'’s over there.

Thanks.

[DIALING PHONE]

Yes?

I'’m in Castillon.

The letter'’s arrived,

and so has he, I think.

Did you see
who it'’s addressed to?

Pouliou. The name you said.

Has he collected it?

Not yet, but I'’m almost sure
it'’s the man in the photo.

It'’s so like him.

Wait.

Hang on.

This is for you.

It'’s him.

Thank you.

You'’re welcome.

[CAR STARTING]

Sorry.

I'’ve broken down.

If you'’re going up
to the Abbey,

could you give me a lift?

[GRUNTING]

[GASPING]

Dear Lord.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Judge Livi.

Colonel Roux.

Oh, thank you, Silvier.

Do you always wear
your uniform?

Only when I want to impress.

I'’m impressed. Sit down.

Do you know why
I'’ve asked the army

to take over
this investigation?

-Just what I'’ve been told.
-What have you been told?

That you don'’t trust
the police

because of their collaboration
with the Vichy regime

during World War Two.

Rounding up Jews,

even before the Nazis
asked them to.

That sort of thing.

Yes.

That sort of thing.

Now,

I will be responsible
for the overall direction

of the investigation,
and you'’ll be...

I'’m supposed to do
as I'’m told.

Isn'’t that correct, Judge?

That'’s correct, Colonel.

Why don'’t we have lunch?

I want to know more about you.

Not much to know.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I'’m a soldier.

Are you a Catholic?

Lapsed.

-Married?
-No.

You?

Was.

My mother was Catholic,
my father Jewish.

What'’s that make you?

Agnostic.

Thank you.
I'’ll do it.

In 1945,

Pierre Brossard

is arrested by the police
in Paris,

tried as a collaborator,
and sentenced to death.

A week later, he escapes. How?

After all this time,
it'’s rather difficult to tell.

No, it isn'’t. He escapes

because they let him escape,

and then they cover
their tracks.

That'’s what they'’ve
all been doing.

Covering their tracks.

I'’m the third
examining magistrate

to be appointed,

and that'’s only
because of this new law.

Crimes against humanity.

You'’ve heard
about this Jewish group

that'’s looking for Brossard?

No.

Oh, somebody'’s been using
police wavebands illegally.

You know we monitor them.

It seems that there'’s this...

Jewish commando
that'’s plotting

to assassinate Brossard.

Why wasn'’t I told
this earlier?

I'’m telling you now.

An abbey was mentioned.

The Abbey of Saint Cros,
near Castillon.

Now, I instructed
the local police

to make enquiries,

but they reported
nothing suspicious.

Nothing suspicious?

Brossard is a murderer,

who, believe it or not,
gets a presidential pardon.

How?

Through the Church.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Well, the Church may
have helped,

but someone else was
behind the pardon.

Someone high up,

honored,

respectable.

An old man now.

-So?
-So the old man

also has a past that needs
to be hidden.

Someone still alive
is responsible

for sending French Jews
to their deaths.

But after the war,
he slipped through the net,

straight back into government,

and since then,
has been operating

at the highest level.

So who is he?

I don'’t know,

but we find Brossard,
we find the old man.

Who'’s that woman?

A friend.

She'’s been staring at you
throughout lunch.

Well, it'’s the first time
she'’s seen me in uniform.

God, I'’ve got to go.
I'’ve got a meeting at three.

You get the bill.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

-Yes?
-Michael.

Third floor.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

Give him the statement.

This must be found
on the body.

You'’ll forget this address,
and this meeting.

You'’ll never mention it, ever.

No problem.

It'’s in a just cause.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

[DOGS BARKING]

Monsieur Pierre.

I have an appointment.

[DOGS BARKING]

MAN: Shut up!

Commissaire.

Did you receive your envelope?

Yes, thank you.

So why did you come here?

[STUTTERING] I was
followed today.

A man tried to kill me.

I had to...

Defend...

Defend myself.

I shot him.

You shot him?

Yes.

I put him back in his car.

It'’s at the bottom of a ravine
near the Abbey de Saint Cros.

I found these.

Looks genuine.

I'’ll keep it,
and make a proper check.

I spotted him yesterday
as I was leaving the bar.

They seem to know
every move I make.

Who are they?

I don'’t know.

Don'’t know.

They could be
Jewish activists,

or relatives.

I'’ll look into it.

How would they know

there was a letter for me
at the bar?

Nobody knew that,

not even my friends
in the Church.

Well...

Well, you were...

You were staying
at Saint Cros?

Yes.

Does the Abbot

or anyone else know
about this?

No, no.

Good. Good.

Well, keep it that way.

-Yes, Commissaire.
-Don'’t call me Commissaire!

I'’m retired.

I'’m a wine grower now.

So...

Where will you go?

Aix.

The Priory
of Saint Christopher.

Saint Christopher is
my patron saint.

Are they expecting you?

No, but I'’m always welcome.

The Prior is a very good
friend of the Chevaliers.

Ah.

Write down the address.

You and your Chevaliers.

Be careful.

You'’re losing friends.

I know.

Coffee, Henri?

In a moment.

My guest is just leaving.

It was self-defense.

I had no choice.

There was nothing else
I could do.

I know.

I'’ll confess tomorrow.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

I'’ll go to Caunes now,

and see Father Le Moyne.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

Saint Christopher.

They saw me.

They knew.

Can they point me out? Can...

Can anyone say,

"That'’s Brossard?"

Look at me!

Get him up! Get him up!

He sent us to our graves.

Oh, God.

I'’m having a heart attack.

[GUNSHOT]

Saint Christopher,

intercede for me.

Don'’t panic.

Don'’t panic.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

All right! All right!

ROUX: Fourth one down
on the left is, uh...

Maurice Livi.

Is there any relation?

Livi'’s a common name.

Yeah.

Unless the whole truth is
brought out into the open,

the dead will never rest easy.

And neither will you.

Do the Chevaliers
de Sainte-Marie

mean anything to you?

Because they keep
being mentioned.

Yeah. I'’ve come across them too.

-Show me. Where?
-Yeah.

Monsignor Maurice Le Moyne.

Apparently, he'’s a Chevalier.

He lives in a home

for retired clergy at...

At Caunes.

You know, I can'’t believe

the Cardinal of Lyon has
given us all this information.

The Church is implicated
on every page.

-[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
-Come.

Thanks.

There'’s been
another intercept.

They'’re sending a second man
to kill Brossard.

That'’s good.

Why good?

It means the first one failed.

Have your people been able
to trace the source?

No, but the group seems
to know his movements.

Someone must be
tipping them off.

Did they say where he is?

No, but they'’re sure
to be sending him

to where Brossard is hiding.

That means we haven'’t
much time.

I'’m going to go and see
an old Jesuit friend of mine.

I'’m going to visit
a retired priest.

In Caunes.

-Pierre?
-Yes, Father.

Why are you here?

I had to come.

I have to confess.

What'’s happened?

I'’ve killed a man.

[SIGHING]

-Who?
-A Jew.

He was sent to kill me.

Absolve me, Father.

I didn'’t mean to do it.

It was self-defense.

[STUTTERING] I swear, I swear.

How did you know it was a Jew?

I have proof.

There'’s...

There'’s a statement that says,

for the events in Dombey,

they mean to execute me.

-For Dombey...
-Shh. Pierre. Shh, shh.

If, as you say,
you have proof,

-make it public.
-No. No.

The people will see

that the Jews are
persecuting you.

This may be the perfect moment
for you to come forward

and give yourself up.

Never. I don'’t want to be
locked up in a cell

for the rest of my life.

Just give me
absolution, Father.

God'’s pardon is all
that matters to me.

God will forgive you.

And I know

that you are truly penitent.

I will give you absolution.

[SPEAKING LATIN]

Amen.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you.

I got a message this morning
from a Colonel Roux.

He wants to see me.

This must be concerning you.

Of course it'’s concerning me.

They'’re everywhere.

I'’ll leave now.
Pray for me, Father.

Pierre, where will you go?

Pray that we meet again.

In this world.

[BELLS TOLLING]

Anne Marie.

Patrice.

My dear, it has been too long.

You haven'’t changed a bit.

You look the same as when
we were students.

You fool,
that'’s 150 years ago.

Talk sense.

Shh.

[WHISPERING] Well,
for all I know,

you might have had

a little nip and tuck
under the gills.

You haven'’t changed either.

I'’m so excited
to see you again.

You know why I'’m here?

It'’s all over the papers.

You'’re a celebrity now.

Pierre Brossard.

Why come to me?

I need help.

I'’ve none to give.

I want to know
how it'’s possible

for a man to survive
on the run for 40 years.

Shouldn'’t you be seeing
the Cardinal of Lyon?

Hasn'’t he set up a commission

-to investigate this man?
-Come on, Father. Talk to me.

Shh!

I have no idea, my sweet.

Then who or what

are the Chevaliers
de Sainte-Marie?

PATRICE: The Church...

contrary to popular belief,

is not
a monolithic organization.

True, the Pope is at
the head of it all,

but the Dominicans,

Cistercians,

Benedictines,

Jesuits, et cetera, et cetera.

Each a law unto themselves.

And the Abbots, and Priors,

and Mothers Superior
have a great deal of autonomy

in their own monasteries.

Could they protect
someone like Brossard?

I mean, could they help him
without asking permission?

Of course.

And what about the Chevaliers
de Sainte-Marie?

Where might they figure
on your chart?

My dear, there are hundreds,

thousands of Catholic groups,
societies, guilds,

call them what you will.

They'’re too insignificant
to figure on any chart.

Where can I find lists
of their members?

I have no idea,

but I will make
a guess about them.

They'’re rather right-wing.

No, really?

[CHUCKLING]

They believe the Pope isn'’t
a Catholic.

What are you hiding?

I always thought you were
so interested in justice,

and fought for what was right.

"The truth,"
you were always saying...

That is enough!

I'’m a Jesuit priest,

a curator
of a theological library.

Disappointing.

Anne Marie!

A monk died last year.

He bequeathed all his papers
to our library.

He left this

in one of his files.

It seems clear that he was
a Chevalier.

Please,

keep my name out of all this.

[CAMERA CLICKING]

God bless you, Anne Marie.

And don'’t leave it
another 150 years.

Colonel.

Thank you.

Monsignor.

Colonel Roux. Oh, dear.

In full dress uniform.

This is obviously going
to be very serious.

Yes.

I'’m afraid it is.

I'’m heading
a new investigation

into the case
of Pierre Brossard.

Yes, yes, of course.

And you'’ve come
to question me.

They all come to question me.

When did you
last see Brossard?

Oh...

About two hours ago.

You'’ve just missed him.

Brossard,

like many young men
of his generation,

made a serious mistake.

But I also believe

he acted in good faith.

In good faith, you understand?

So even if I could help you,

I would refuse to do so.

Do you want to play?

Of course I want to play.

Hmm.

Now, this man

is accused of killing

seven Jews in Dombey.

Not proven.

And of stealing property.

Jewish property.

That'’s proven.

Colonel, you know
as well as I do

that the requisitioning
of Jewish property

was routine under Vichy
during the war.

Brossard was merely
carrying out orders.

And, Monsignor,

some of the money and property

he requisitioned found its way
into his own pocket.

That'’s not the work
of a soldier.

That'’s a good shot.

It'’s the work of a thief.

Brossard was pardoned

by the President
of the Republic,

and this new charge
against him,

this crimes against
humanity law,

is simply another way
to persecute him.

You'’re too young
to remember...

MAN: Is he on the run?

Not now, Father, thank you.

We'’re having
a private conversation.

Is he confessing?

Don'’t worry.

The Monsignor will
give you absolution.

That'’s what he does.

He gives absolution
to people on the run.

It'’s nearly dinner time, Leo.

Better go, then,

before they eat
all the crème caramel.

Monsignor,

when you have a moment,

give me absolution too.

I'’m on the run,

and I haven'’t much time.

Dear man.

Not well.

But then, we'’re all
a little senile in this house.

Not you, Monsignor.

You said I was too young
to remember something.

What?

During the occupation
by the Nazis,

the Resistance was led
by the Communists.

They wanted to deliver
this country

into the hand
of Joseph Stalin.

No wonder
Brossard opposed them.

The Communists are
antichrists, Colonel.

And Brossard is a devout
and practicing Christian.

He'’s led a blameless life
ever since.

Blameless.

Tell me about the Chevaliers
de Sainte-Marie.

[BELL RINGING]

Dinner.

We must stop now.

Are you a Chevalier?

Is Brossard?

[BELL TOLLING]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Pronto?

It'’s Maurice Le Moyne.

Yes?

I have to get in touch
with our friend.

Why?

A Colonel Roux.

He came to see me.

He asked me about us.

About us?

The Chevaliers.

So...

what do you want?

I thought you might be able
to help him

get out of France.

Hmm.

I mean, if our friend is
caught, everything will...

Come out.

He'’s been charged
with crimes against humanity.

We can'’t be involved.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

-Yes?
-Colonel? Livi.

Turn on your television.

TV ANNOUNCER: Police report
the discovery of a body...

-What?
-Turn on your television now.

Channel Two.

TV ANNOUNCER: Who is speaking
to Inspector Cholet,

who is leading
the investigation

of this mysterious incident.

We'’re treating this death
as suspicious.

The road leads to the Abbey.

That'’s all there is.
The Abbey of Saint Cros.

So he was either
coming or going.

TV ANNOUNCER: Who was he?
Was he a tourist?

We haven'’t been able
to examine the body,

but we'’ll lift the car
first thing tomorrow morning.

TV ANNOUNCER: And in sports...

He was shot three times.

Twice in the chest,

and once at the base
of the skull,

like a coup de grace.

Have you talked
to the Abbey yet?

My sergeant did.

They haven'’t had
any visitors recently,

and they weren'’t
expecting anyone.

What was his nationality?

Hard to tell.

So far we'’ve found no money,
no papers,

no identification, nothing.

Well, not quite nothing.

Could he just
have been a tourist

who was shot and robbed?

Could be, but if he was,

-the killer missed something.
-What?

This gun.

Silencer. It'’s been worked on.

Serial numbers removed.

Doesn'’t seem quite
like a tourist, does it?

How long'’s he been dead?

A week.

Ten days.

Keep me informed.

Use the private number.

I want to keep
this confidential.

Understood.

[Knocking]

Yes?

Judge Livi, Minister.

Mmm.

Anne Marie.

Minister.

This is a private meeting,

so you can call me Armand,

or, as your dear father
used to insist,

Uncle Armand...

which I prefer.

I don'’t want you
to be obsequious,

but a little respect
never comes amiss,

especially to an old
family friend.

Well, this is all
very mysterious.

Summoned by a Minister.

No officials.
Just the two of us.

What'’s it all about?

I'’m very proud
of you, Anne Marie.

You'’ve done it all
on your own,

no help from anyone.

And you'’re looking wonderful.

You haven'’t changed.

Come on, Uncle Armand.

You didn'’t invite me here
for small talk.

I'’m a very busy woman,
you know.

Yes, I know.

And that is one of the reasons
why I wanted to see you.

I wanted to congratulate you

on getting the Brossard case.

Any other reasons?

No, you haven'’t changed,
have you?

Never any time
for pleasantries.

When you were a little girl
and I came to visit,

before you greeted me,
you'’d say,

"Where'’s my present?"

Well, I haven'’t changed.

Where'’s my present?

And are you still
so obstinate?

Yes.

Where'’s my present?

You may not like it.

It comes in the form of

advice.

Ah.

The Brossard case is
a great opportunity for you.

What one might call
a splendid career move.

High profile,

media interest,

and a truly just cause.

I don'’t like the sound
of this.

I'’m talking to you

as an old family friend,

not as a member
of the government.

Please believe that.

But I think you may have been
handed a poisoned chalice,

and I always say
that the best thing to do

when you'’re handed
a poisoned chalice

[CHUCKLING]

is to hand it back.

And what'’s that mean?

When the law
and politics collide,

the law will always
come off worst.

And what about when
justice and politics collide?

The same.

Only more so.

Listen to me, Anne Marie.

You will be caught in a web.

And who'’s the spider?

You will be destroyed,

Anne Marie.

Mercilessly.

I'’ll risk it.

I'’ve warned you.

-Warned me?
-Yes.

Take it seriously, Anne Marie.

There are people out there

who don'’t want you
to find Brossard.

And who are they, Uncle?

LIVI: I'’ll tell you what
I'’m going to do.

-I'’m going to put that...
-Shh.

I'’m going to put
that photograph on the front

of every newspaper
in the country.

I'’m gonna put it on television
every hour of the day.

I don'’t think
you should do that.

-Why not?
-If he knows his cover'’s blown,

he'’ll go deeper underground.

Leave the country.
We'’d lose him forever.

I disagree. This will flush
him out into the open.

What about his friends?

Oh, his friends.
To hell with his friends.

-I want him to lead us...
-To the old man.

Yes, to the old man.

The Minister should never
have warned me.

That warning was proof
that he exists,

and he'’s manipulating
Brossard, I know it.

Someone wants
that Jewish commando

to silence him.

I'’m going public.

-It'’s your decision.
-Yes, it is.

And it'’s the wrong one.

You'’re going to lose him.

Get me the Press Office.

Good morning.

Is Father Abbot here?

[DOOR OPENS]

Ah, Pierre. How are you?

I can'’t complain.

And you, Father Abbot?

How have you been?

I'’m well, thank you.

You'’ve been moving around,
I hear.

As usual, yes.

Yes, you'’ve been in Castillon.

I heard from Dom Vladimir.

He wanted to know
if I'’d seen you.

Now why would he want
to know that, Father Abbot?

He wanted me to warn you.

He was very worried,

because a body has been
discovered in the ravine,

near the Abbey.

It'’s been on TV.

But why would that have
anything to do with me?

Well, I don'’t know.

Dom Vladimir thought...

Well, he wondered if perhaps
there was any connection.

With me?

Dom Vladimir'’s been reading
too many detective stories.

Have you seen the newspapers?

No.

This is our local paper.

Pierre,

I have received

a directive from
the Cardinal of Lyon.

He has instructed us

not to help you in any way.

And my monthly payments?

I'’m sorry.

I cannot even offer you a bed.

Not tonight.

Not ever again.

I'’ll see you out.

But... But my medicine.

I need medicine.

For my heart.

We'’ll pass by the dispensary,

and then you must go.

FATHER ABBOT: God be
with you, Pierre.

A beer, please.

Voila.

Thank you.

Municipal car park.

TAXI DRIVER: But it'’s only
two minutes'’ walk.

Drive. Quickly.

I want it cleared up
by the end of the day.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

-Yes?
-I'’ve lost him.

Shit.

Where are you?

I'’m in a bar.

Go back to the hotel,
and stay there.

Use room service only.

I'’ll contact you.

I'’m getting too old for this.

It'’s nothing to do with age.

I'’m sick of it too.

He thinks if he gets us
to do a room in 12 minutes,

he can go back
to the big Americans,

and tell them he only needs
16 chambermaids instead of 22.

Well, that'’s what
Yvette thinks,

and I agree with her.

Yvette'’s a Communist.

Even if it kills us,

we'’d better do a room
in 12 minutes.

Otherwise, they'’ll bring in
the Algerians.

Oh, here'’s my stop.
See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Hey, you dropped something.

Oh, my God.

Bobi'’s beefsteak.
He'’d never forgive me.

-Thanks.
-Bye.

Bye.

[DOG BARKING]

Bobi, I'’m here.

Mama'’s home.

Hello, Nicole.

Where'’s Bobi?

I shut him in the kitchen.

You bastard.

Bobi, come here.

Come here.

Mama'’s home.

I'’ve got something nice
for you.

Yes.

And I have something
nice for you.

Where'’d you get that?

I don'’t want your money.

I want you to leave.

How the hell did you
get in, anyway?

I had a key made
the last time I was here.

-Give it to me.
-No.

I'’ll change the lock.

No, you won'’t. You'’re my wife.

I have a right to be here.

In the eyes of God...

In the eyes of God, bullshit.

I'’m only your wife
in the eyes of God

when you want something.

You haven'’t changed.

May God forgive you.

He may forgive me,

but he won'’t forgive you.

I know you inside out.

You betray everything.
You betray everybody.

Shut up. Shut up.

No, I won'’t shut up.

You don'’t like to remember...

but I remember.

When he joined the Resistance,

Jacques was only 19.

Do you pray for him?

Do you pray for his soul?

You betrayed him
to save yourself.

-They tortured me.
-Another lie.

You couldn'’t wait to tell them
where he was hiding,

And do you remember
your promise?

"I'’ll look after

your little brother,"
you said.

You looked after him,
all right,

didn'’t you?

I'’m warning you, Nicole.

I'’m not afraid of you.

You, and your priests,
and your faith.

How do you know
what my faith means to me?

Do you know
how hard it is for me?

I can'’t even to go to Mass
in case someone recognizes me.

You don'’t go to Mass
because you can'’t bear

black people
kneeling beside you,

and you can'’t bear it
when the priest faces you

and doesn'’t mumble in Latin.

Left-wing priests have
ruined our religion,

but you don'’t care,

because you'’ve never
had an ounce of faith.

I confess. I confess.

You confess lies.

That'’s what you confess.

There, there, there.

Nicole, darling...

let'’s not fight.

I mean, it'’s only a few days.

Nobody in the whole world

knows that I am here.

What about your picture?

It was in the paper.

Why don'’t you go out

and buy us a nice dinner,

and a good bottle of wine.

Do as you'’re told,

and you'’ll be happy.

I'’ll never be happy.

Not while you'’re alive.

That'’s a terrible thing
to say.

[WHIMPERS]

Bobi'’s worn well, hasn'’t he?

What'’s Bobi got to do with it?

How old is he now, hmm?

How long ago did I
give him to you?

When was it?

Fifteen,16 years?

Yeah.

It was the only kindness
you ever showed me.

A dog, it was
the only thing you wanted.

Remember?

You were such a pretty,
little thing.

"A little dog to keep me
company when you'’re not here,

so I won'’t be lonely."

I never said that.

You make it all up.

And after I gave you the dog...

and we both decided...

to call him Bobi...

you thanked me.

Do you remember

how you thanked me, Nicole?

My God, you were passionate.

Loving.

Why do you go on about Bobi?

You'’re up to something.

I always know when
you'’re up to something.

No. No, no.

It'’s, uh...

Just that we, um...

We both want Bobi

to die of old age.

-Don'’t we?
-You leave him alone.

Do you hear me?

You leave him alone.

It'’s up to you

whether I leave him alone
or not.

You do as you'’re told,

and no harm will come to him.

Judge Livi.

Colonel.

Please be seated.

Allow me to introduce
the Chairman of my commission,

Professor Valentin.

I'’m very pleased
to meet you, Professor.

I want to thank you
for the material you sent us.

Very helpful.

Thank you.

I must tell you that I'’ve
given instructions

that no priest,
Abbot, or Prior is

to give shelter to
Pierre Brossard.

Not now,

never again.

And do you believe that
your instructions are

being obeyed, Your Eminence?

I believe they are.

With all due respect,
Your Eminence,

we very much doubt it.

Why?

Because he'’s nowhere
to be found.

So he must be
hiding somewhere,

or is being hidden.

VALENTIN: May I,
Your Eminence?

We know about
the dreadful business

near the Abbey of Saint Cros...

and the Abbot, Dom Vladimir,

while admitting that Brossard
was staying there

during the relevant period,

flatly denies that either he
or any of his monks

know anything about the murder
of the Jewish...

Tourist.

I asked His Eminence
if he would speak directly

to Dom Vladimir to ask him if he
knew where Brossard might be.

He said he didn'’t know.

And you believe him?

Yes, of course.

He also said
he called Dom Andre,

the principal
of a Jesuit school in Aix,

to warn him of what happened.

Dom Andre said that Brossard
indeed had turned up,

but had been sent away.

Sent where?

To another house, I assume.

There are other places
that Brossard has stayed.

I want to know where.

We need the names of everyone

who'’s ever sheltered Brossard.

All of them.

And the dates.

I have two duties
in this matter.

To make sure
the Church is not perceived

as an institution
which protects

those charged
with abusing human rights.

My other duty is to find out
who has been sheltering him,

and to put a stop to it.

When I judge
the time is right,

you will have all
the information you require.

LIVI: Not good enough.

Your Eminence.

It'’s all you'’re going to get.

Withholding information
is a criminal offense.

Obstruction of justice.

Then arrest me.

Thank you so much
for coming, Colonel.

And thank you too,
Professor, for attending.

It'’s difficult for him.

He'’s one of the new breed.
He needs to tread carefully.

Well, we don'’t.

He was angry when he found out
I'’d given you those files.

You said something
about the other houses.

-Oh, did I?
-Come on, Professor.

You'’re not a priest.
You have nothing to lose.

Give us the list.

Take my advice.

Go and speak to the Abbot
of Saint Cros,

Dom Vladimir.

He knows more
than he'’s letting on.

And the Chevaliers
de Sainte-Marie?

What about them?

[MUMBLING] Yes, they saw me.

They saw me.

They saw my face. Yes.

They saw me.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

Pierre, wake up.

They saw me. They saw me!

They saw my face.

They saw... They saw...

It'’s all right.
It'’s all right.

Come here. Shh.

Come here. Shh.

It'’s all right.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Yes?

Sir, Monsieur Pierre.

Where are you?

Look, I must know where
to find you.

You need money, don'’t you?

[STUTTERING] I want
a passport.

How can I get you a passport
if I don'’t know where you are?

[STAMMERING] Um... I...

I have some friends
in the Abbey near Frejus.

The Abbot is a Chevalier.

If anything goes wrong,

I will contact you.

Yeah, do that.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

-Yes?
-Hello.

It'’s me, Vionnet.

He'’s made contact.

Good.

Where is he now?

I'’m not absolutely sure.

You'’re not sure?

Well, I know where he'’s going.

An abbey near Frejus.

Then send his payment
to the usual place.

Pochon will
take care of the rest.

Right.

To the best fish stew
in France.

She only makes her bourride
one day a week,

and this is the day.

You'’ve struck lucky.

Inspector, we haven'’t
much time.

One has to eat.

But we have to work.

Well, one can work and eat.

I'’m told the Americans do it
on the run.

Disgusting.

So, Pierre Brossard.

One, who would
want to kill him?

You mentioned a Jewish group.

The relatives of some
of the victims, perhaps?

-Perhaps.
-So, two.

If the body we found was that
of the would-be assassin,

and if Brossard killed him,
to be generous,

let'’s say in self-defense,

then why would he take
his money and his papers?

To make it look like
a simple murder or robbery,

so no one would connect him.

Possible.

But then why leave a revolver

fitted with a silencer?

Mmm.

My God, that smell is
driving me crazy.

Inspector, forgive me,

but what is this all
leading up to?

The car was rented
by one David Manenbaum,

Canadian driving license.

So one would be forgiven
for thinking he was a relative

of one of the Jewish
victims of Dombey, hmm.

But...

But...

he wasn'’t a Jew.

How do you know?

Not circumcised.

You'’re sure?

Judge, forgive me
for being indelicate,

but I attended the autopsy,
and I am able to tell

whether or not
a man is circumcised.

We took a set of his prints,

sent them to the Prefecture
in Paris.

There'’s no record
of them on any files,

not those of the Canadian
Mounted Police,

the FBI, or Interpol.

No record at all?

Ah, look at that.
The fish today is turbot.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Yes?

You got a pen?

Yes.

Just outside Frejus.

A monastery
on the Haute Corniche.

If you miss him there,

he'’ll be collecting
his envelope

from Bar Mathieu
on the Rue Obscure.

-You got that?
-Yeah, yeah.

The subject will
arrive tomorrow,

coming from Aix.

And change your car.
He'’ll recognize it.

-In the same name?
-Yes.

Remember, the Statement
must be found on the body.

No problem.

That'’s what you said before
you screwed up the last time.

ROUX: How long do you think
the drive back

is going to take us?

I don'’t know.

It depends on whether
we stop or not.

I work alone. Right?

-Who was that?
-I don'’t know.

Shit!

I was wrong.

I want to apologize

for publishing
that photograph.

It'’s made life difficult.

Mmm.

I'’m too impulsive.

Probably.

No, I am.
I mean, it'’s a problem I have.

I'’m too quick.

I get so impatient.

Are you listening to me?

This guy, Manenbaum,

what was he, about 40?

He didn'’t seem
to have a record.

What does that mean?

Well, it'’s...
It'’s not possible

that there'’s no trace
anywhere in the world

of a 40 year-old
professional killer.

So, what are you saying?

I don'’t really know
at the moment, but, um...

Maybe there is
no Jewish commando.

I don'’t know.

Oh, God.

If only I could go
far, far away.

If I had the money,

I could rent
one of those boats,

just disappear.

I could go somewhere
I'’ve never been before.

No.

The Church is my only refuge.

My only hiding place.

I must go on.

I have to go on.

I know now

how much I miss you.

You are the only one

who cares for me.

For that,

I thank you.

We are one

in the eyes of God.

Now and forever.

Love, Pierre.

Mother of God,
protect me, save me.

I will go to Mass every day.

I must be in a state of grace
at all times.

I'’m old.

My time is short.

Get out of the way.

Get out.

[DOG GROWLING]

[DOG BARKING]

Colonel Roux. Judge Livi.
What can I do for you?

We'’re investigating
Pierre Brossard.

He was staying here
last month.

May I ask how you obtained
this information?

That'’s confidential.

So are the affairs
of this abbey.

Please.

Pierre Brossard, your friend,
is in great danger.

If we don'’t find him,
he'’ll be executed.

You understand that,
Father Abbot?

Executed? By whom?

By the same group who tried
to get him the first time.

One of them was lying dead
in your ravine.

You think that man was
murdered by Brossard?

Yes, we do.

Is Brossard a Chevalier
de Sainte-Marie?

Yes.

Are you?

No.

What part do the Chevaliers
play in all this?

They help him.

Financially?

Each time he'’s visited us,

there'’s been a letter for him
containing a money order

for 3,000 francs.

That doesn'’t sound
like very much.

Is that all he lives on?

No. Other people send him
money too.

Who?

I don'’t know.

Which of the houses
is likely to shelter him?

There'’s only one I know of

where the Abbot is
a Chevalier.

Mm-hmm. Where'’s that?

Saint Michel, in Frejus.

-Colonel.
-How are you?

Captain.

This is the best I could do
at such short notice.

The moment I received
your call...

It'’s fine, Captain.

Toilet'’s in the passage.

No one knows
we'’re here, right?

-Only me.
-Keep it that way.

There may be people
asking questions.

Don'’t answer them.

I need a team
of your best men,

but they should only be told
at the last moment.

What progress have you made?

The monks say their
morning prayers at 6 a.m.

We need to be there
before that.

First light.

Captain, I need a favor.

Brossard was being
held by the police

when he escaped custody
at the end of the war.

I want to know
who was in charge of his case.

Can you find out?

I can try.

But discretely, huh?

I'’ll do my best.

Colonel.

[CLEARS THROAT]

So, Colonel, we finally
get to sleep together.

I never thought you'’d ask.

Was there a letter
for me, Father?

No.

The Cardinal has instructed
that no one is to shelter you.

Our enemies are closing in
on me.

I need friends now
more than ever before.

You may stay here tonight,

in the gardener'’s cottage.

But tomorrow you must go.

Thank you for your charity,
Father Joseph.

And God bless you, Pierre.

Oh, shit.

[BELL RINGING]

Gendarme National.

Open up.

Who'’s in charge here?

I am the Abbot.

We have a search warrant
for these premises.

Looking for Pierre Brossard.

Is he here?

Is he here, Father?

This is a religious house.

The laws of asylum forbid me
to answer your question...

That search warrant
is a legal document.

It has nothing whatever to do
with the right of asylum.

I must ask you not to enter
the monks'’ quarters.

Women are not allowed.

ROUX: Don'’t use
the phone, Father.

No one is to use the phone.

[ENGINE STARTING]

Check the grounds.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

BARTENDER: Hey, Mr. Pierre.

You don'’t have to worry,
Mr. Pierre.

We saw your photo
in the papers,

but you'’re safe here with us.

Is there a letter for me?

No, not yet.

-The mail hasn'’t arrived.
-Oh.

So, what'’ll you have?

-A beer, please.
-Okay.

-Max.
-Yeah?

I have to make a call.
Let me have a jeton?

Sure.

-There we go.
-Thank you.

[PHONE RINGING]

-It'’s, uh, me, sir.
-Where are you?

I'’m in Frejus,
waiting for the letter.

It'’s not here.

We sent it.

It'’ll be there.

-I'’ve got to go.
-Go? Go where?

They'’re searching for me.

The army.

Where will you go?
Look, I need to know.

Where'’s my passport?

I'’m working on it.

Remember, we'’re...
We'’re protecting you.

We'’re paying you.
Stop worrying. Relax.

It'’ll be all right.

-If it'’s true.
-Oh, it'’s true.

Of course it'’s true.

You'’ll be all right.

I haven'’t had breakfast, Max.

Could I get
a ham baguette, please?

Certainly.

Clotilde.

Baguette with ham
for Monsieur Pierre.

Monsieur Pierre!
Nice to see you again.

It'’s been too long.

Wouldn'’t you prefer
one of my pan bagnats?

Oh, Madame, is it possible?

Of course, it'’s possible.

-Max.
-Yes.

Can anybody get out
through the back way?

Certainly not.
I'’d be robbed blind.

-Max.
-Yes?

Give me a jeton.

I have to make another call.

Thank you.

You'’re not doing anything.

Will you be long?

Max, I was on the phone,

and the guy in the toilet
just shot himself!

One pan bagnat.

MAN: Call an ambulance!

This is obviously his stuff.

His name'’s all over it.

Tell us where he is.

I don'’t know.

What do you mean,
you don'’t know?

Stop protecting him.

Colonel, there'’s a message
from Frejus.

About Brossard.
It'’s urgent.

Bring everything.

MAX: Well, actually,
he was a sort of regular, sir.

Old. Retired.

Name of Pouliou.

A cheapskate.

-We didn'’t like him.
-No, we didn'’t like him.

Not at all.

And each time he came, did he
collect an envelope like this?

Yes, he did.

Was it always from Paris?

Yes.

What about the man he killed?

-Never seen him before.
-No, never seen him before.

Just came in, ordered a beer,

and went straight
to the toilet.

Colonel, we found this
on the body.

You can handle it.
We'’ve lifted the prints.

You are welcome,
and God bless you.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for meeting me.

It'’s always like coming home.

Pierre.

God is good.

I want you to know, Pierre,

that we pray for you

every night.

[SOBBING]

BROSSARD: I had no choice.

Of course you didn'’t.

They'’re forcing me.

I don'’t want to kill,
Father Prior.

All I want is absolution.

I want to die
in a state of grace.

I am truly repentant.

I'’m so frightened.

So alone.

You are not alone.

You are one of us.

I love France, Father Prior.

I love my country.

If you are forced into exile,

we will help.

We are all in God'’s hands.

[SPEAKING LATIN]

Amen.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, we'’ve lost him.

Christ almighty!

All we get is lies.

Disrespect.

Shit! Shit!

Sorry.

Okay.

Okay.

He hasn'’t got the money.

Where would he go?
What would he do?

1944.

The year
of the Dombey massacre.

Why'’s he kept this?

A Milice captain.

Who'’s he?

Where is he now?

TV ANCHORWOMAN: Edith Grossard
was appointed

to breathe new life
into the Socialist Party.

Now she has been sacrificed

to save its faltering fortune.

President Francois Mitterand
was under intense pressure

to do something
to stop the hemorrhaging

after the Socialists'’
disastrous showing

in recent
regional elections...

Inspector Pochon, sir.

I am not pleased.

I understand, sir.
Let me explain.

What?

Explain what?

Sending two incompetents

to perform an action
which would seem to me

to be relatively simple?

Brossard, as we know,
is very cunning.

If this Colonel Roux
finds him first,

they'’ll do a deal.

Brossard will talk.

He'’ll have no problem
about betraying me,

or you, Pochon.

We'’re doing all we can, sir.

Do more.

You'’ve lost control.

The Commissaire
hopes to contact him

by tomorrow morning.

But if we don'’t know
exactly where he is,

neither does Colonel Roux.

Have you ever dealt
directly with Brossard?

I first worked with him

when you, sir,
were Prefect of Police.

Have you personally kept in
touch with him since then?

I last talked with him
about five years ago.

Face to face?

Yes.

So he knows you.

Yes, sir.

Then he'’ll trust you.

[TELEPHONE DIALING]

[Ringing]

Yes?

BROSSARD: It'’s me.

We'’ve got your passport.
Where do you want to go?

Bolivia.

The Vatican might help.

No, you'’ll get
no help from Rome.

We'’ll do it all.

You remember Inspector Pochon?

Pochon?

Oh, yes, yes.

You sent him to see me
a couple of times.

I'’m sending him again.

He'’ll call you
to make arrangements.

You'’ll meet,

and he'’ll hand over
the passport

and the travel documents.

Tell no one.

-Now...
-Yes, sir.

Where can he reach you?

Nice.

Nine, three.

Eight, eight.

Two, four.

Nine, seven.

He'’ll call
the moment he arrives.

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Come.

It'’s for her.

Wake her up.

Judge?

The information you wanted.

The man in charge
of Brossard'’s case in 1945.

Name of Vionnet.
Commissaire Vionnet.

Now a wine grower
near Avignon.

This is all I could
get on him.

Can you put a tap
on his phone?

Not without the Minister.

Not even you, Judge.

Pick him up.

Right.

Wait a minute.

I haven'’t cracked this,
but I might have something.

These codes, I think,

are to do with the payments
Brossard receives

at certain months
throughout the year.

And we know, for example,

he visited Saint Cros
in April, right?

Saint Christophe he tried,
but was turned away.

These others I think
we can discount.

The journals seem to say
that they'’re winter visits,

which just leaves these three.

And only one'’s a Chevalier.

The next one is Saint Donat.

Saint Donat?

Nice.

[BELL TOLLING]

It'’s just up ahead.

Hello?

-Monsieur Pierre here.
-Hello, Pierre.

Do you know who'’s speaking?

Yes.

You remember me?

Yes. Very well.

-Are you all right?
-Oh, I'’m...

I'’m a little out of breath.

It'’s the stairs here.

Just relax.
Everything'’s going to be fine.

Do you have much luggage?

None. I left it all in Frejus.

Good. That simplifies things.

I'’m going to give you
an address.

-Have you got a pen?
-Uh, yes.

Ready.

Cafe Le Canotier.

On Rue Moustier.

Take a taxi,

then I'’ll drive you
to a safe house.

We'’ll keep you there
until the arrangements

-have been finalized.
-What arrangements?

To get you out of France
as quickly as possible.

Go where?

I mean, what country?

I'’ve got your passport.

Just tell
your clerical friends

that you'’re leaving tonight.
Nothing else, you understand?

-I understand.
-Good.

I'’ll expect you at the cafe
around 10 o'’clock.

And don'’t worry.
We'’ll take care of you.

You'’ll be safe.

Cafe Le Canotier.

Ten o'’clock, right?

That'’s right.

Thank you,
beloved Saint Christopher,

for interceding on my behalf.

Go.

POLICE OFFICER:
We'’re in position.

Hurry.

Come on. We'’re almost there.

Come with me.

Come on. That'’s it.

You'’ll have to crawl across.

Our janitor lives next door.

There'’s a back way
from his building.

People think it'’s blocked up,
but it'’s not.

-Now, come on.
-Okay.

Give me a second.

You'’ll be safe.

Bless you, Pierre.

That door.

Keep down. Hurry!

Thank you.

I have to stay here
for a while.

Where, Vionnet?

Where is he?

If I, uh...

If I tell you,

will you promise
to let the Judge and...

And the Colonel know
that I helped?

That the information
came from me?

Where is he?

There we are. This way.

-Good luck.
-Pray for me.

What time is it?

Ten o'’clock.

Cafe Le Canotier.

Nice.

You will tell them
that I helped, won'’t you?

BROSSARD: Thank you.

I don'’t know how I got away.

It was God'’s intervention.

I saw them in the street.

I managed to escape,
just in time.

Easy, easy.

I'’ll take you
to the safe house.

Thank you.

Quebec?

Canada. That'’s good.

They speak French there,
don'’t they?

Some of them do, yes.

You see?
Everything'’s taken care of.

You leave in the morning.

You change planes
at Amsterdam.

Nothing to worry about.

My car'’s parked out the back.

Come on. Let'’s go.

Inspector, will I still get
my monthly payments?

Of course.

That'’s the deal.

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

May God forgive me.

ROUX: Go!

Call an ambulance!

MAN: This man is
Pierre Brossard.

He has been executed
for being a Nazi collaborator,

and for murdering seven Jews
in June, 1944.

He was condemned to death,
but for 44 years,

the Catholic Church has
been guilty

of hiding him from justice.

Now his victims are avenged.

The case is closed.

[CHAMBER MUSIC PLAYING]

-Uncle Armand.
-Anne Marie!

This is for you.

I have one, thank you.

This is the poisoned one.

I'’m handing it back.

Clever how you invented
the Jewish group.

You think you'’re safe
now Brossard is dead?

I have no idea
what you'’re talking about.

Strange, since
your close friend,

Inspector Pochon, downstairs,
said you knew him.