All language subtitles for The Sorrow and the Pity 1-eng

A wedding in Germany
Fallingbostel, May 1969

Dear children, even though your stomachs
are full, you can stand a little speech.

Thirty years ago,
when your mother and I married,

the sky was blue, but dark clouds
were already looming on the horizon:

The clouds of World War Two.

All of us gathered here today

hope with all our hearts
that you be spared such suffering.

Clermont-Ferrand: 134,000 residents
in the Puy-de-D�me region.

The capital of Auvergne is 240 miles
from Paris and 37 miles from Vichy,

which was the capital of France
from 1940 to 1944.

Gergovie, a nearby Gallic town, used to be

the fortified town of Vercing�torix,
conquered by Julius Caesar.

A father tells his children
about a more recent defeat.

In 1939, I was 27 years old.

I was the father of a large family,
so I hadn't been sent to the front.

The front was the Maginot Line.

I'd been sent to Montferrand,
near Clermont,

and my wife's dairywoman, Mrs. Michel,

had criticized me for not going to the front.

So after the rout,

I told her that there was no point
in me going to the front,

since the front came to me.

Was there anything other than courage
in the Resistance?

Of course. But the two emotions
I experienced the most frequently

were sorrow and pity.

The Colonel was a French Action man,

the Major was a moderate.

The Captain was all for the diocese,

the Lieutenant couldn't stand the church.

THE SORROW AND THE PITY

Chronicle of a French city
under the Occupation

All these men made excellent Frenchmen.

Excellent soldiers who march in time.

Thinking that the Republic

is still the best thing going.

Now most of these strapping lads

don't share the same political views.

But they all agree,
no matter what their view...

Part 1: THE COLLAPSE

Two brothers, both local farmers,
live a few miles from Clermont.

They have many memories
of German occupation.

Is that your village?

That's where I was born.

I was born near that church there,

and later I lived
on the farm facing the school.

You can't help but love your country.

Did you think about it in Buchenwald?

Not much.

� You didn't?
� No.

� What did you think about?
� Surviving. That's it.

That's mainly what I thought about.

But I'm talking about me,
about how I saw things.

I'm not talking about those who...

There were some people who cried.

When I saw them cry,
I knew that they would never make it.

No way.
You had to think about yourself first.

And think about others after.

This politician also has
reasons to remember.

For me, it was an experience
that I will never forget.

This experience may have had
a few secondary effects,

but I don't believe
it has affected my attitude or behavior.

Has it not made you feel bitter
towards certain French people?

No, I wouldn't say that.

It showed me that there are
certain tendencies and habits,

which, when they are fired,
fed, or stimulated,

crop up like weeds,
and so we must always be on the defense.

We have to protect our youth
from this type of propaganda.

We have to talk to them about it

more than we talked about it
a generation or two ago.

The manager of the Philips company
also has reasons to remember.

As I was saying, his friends would ask me
why I joined the Resistance.

Why? Because going into a restaurant
and seeing Germans at a table,

and being told there's only four steaks left
for the Germans and none for us

was a little frustrating,

seeing as that steak
came from our cows in Auvergne.

So it was our right to eat it
before giving it away.

That's my first reason.

My second reason was that the Germans
were forever imposing curfews.

It was, after all, a Nazi regime,
a totalitarian regime,

no matter how you look at it.

It was worth fighting for,

it was even worth dying for, rather than
to live as slaves. Hence, the Resistance.

Lasting peace is what we need.

There's nothing dumber than fighting.

That's what I think.

� Depends on what you're fighting for.
� Do you think they really knew?

� They didn't know?
� I doubt it.

There are a few fanatics who know why.

� Did you know why?
� Yes, I did.

� But you weren't a fanatic?
� No, but...

But when I went off to war in 1940...

I left in 1939, on September 2,
and I was sent to Modane.

What could I have done?

I knew nothing. I was going
to kill guys I'd never seen before,

who had never harmed me.

Later, they did harm us when they arrived
in France. They messed us up.

Even in moments of calm,
the soldiers are ready to fight.

Faced with the enemy,
they have the winning qualities of

patience, courage,

vigilance, determination,

and confidence.

In right-thinking circles,
in high society in Paris,

they sympathized with our soldiers,

whose troubles were unfortunately
nothing compared to what came later.

And consequently, during this period,

people sought to distract them,
to entertain them,

to relieve them from the boredom
of the Maginot Line,

where time passed at a snail's pace.
It must've been painfully boring.

So the right-thinking women
of the Parisian bourgeoisie

decided to form a committee
to entertain our valiant soldiers,

to provide them
with a more pleasant view.

The idea was to plant rosebushes
on the Maginot Line,

to make it look prettier,
to create a nicer atmosphere.

And there were people who donated
money towards these rosebushes,

so that our soldiers didn't have
to look at the horrid, concrete walls,

and to give them
a flowery environment in which to live.

It's pathetic when you think
about the awful things that came later.

The infantry is advancing at great intervals.

In Oisemont, the enemy has set fire
to the tanks of an oil factory.

It took two weeks in Poland.

We felt it would be just as quick in France,

as we were anxious to go home.

And, indeed,
we took France in just one month.

And onwards it goes. Next stop: Paris.

Naturally,
we attacked on several occasions,

but the hardest time was in Oing,
on the Belgian border.

The Belgian blockhaus weren't ready,
but we had to take position in them.

The Germans arrived equipped with tanks.

All that we had were machine guns.

They proceeded to kill everyone inside,

because it made such an easy target.
There were no battlements.

They hadn't even put up reinforced doors.

I'm telling you, we walked...
We withdrew,

and we must have walked
at least 20 miles,

without running across any troops.
Not one single troop.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

First of all, I'd like to emphasize
the fact that the German staff

was not expecting to achieve
such a quick, resounding success.

We soldiers, unlike Hitler,

were convinced that we were facing
the same adversary as in 1914-1918,

a determined, brave adversary,
prepared to fight to the bitter end.

Unfortunately, I must admit
that Hitler was right in this case.

He was always saying
how the French were incapable

of repeating their performance
in World War I,

and he never missed an opportunity
to add to this statement

a few disagreeable and derisory
remarks or comments

on the general emotional
and moral state of France.

GERMAN NEWS

Near Noyon, General Stummel,
taking the vanguard with his troops,

with his adjutant, took several prisoners.

It began with two.

Later, many others surrendered.

The prisoners come from every nation
and every walk of life.

So-called defenders of the great nation.

In fact, a shame for the white race.

These are the Black brothers of the French.

In the words of Chamberlain,

�We, together with our allies,
are the guardians of civilization.�

�Together we fight medieval barbarism.�

These are the guardians of civilization.

These are the barbarians.

This is the war
of the Franco-English plutocrats.

They began this war rashly without
taking any heed of the consequences,

to fight for the English lords,

not only until the last Frenchman,
but until the last French house.

Mrs. Tausend, you stayed in Germany.

Did you read the papers?
Did you watch the German news?

Yes, we followed the events closely.

Naturally, we were a bit frightened.

But the news of victory made us happy.

These cars are stopped for a lack of gas.

The Jewish warmongers
and Parisian plutocrats,

with their suitcases full of gold
and precious stones, have fled.

This shortage of gas
put a crimp in their plans.

The streets were hopelessly blocked.

Yet these English-loving
traitors and deserters

continued their journey on foot.

These are the French people
who have been mercilessly evacuated

and dragged along in the flood
of the routed French army.

Soon, these people
will be able to go home.

The German people were spared
such a trial,

thanks to the F�hrer
and his German soldiers.

During that time,
there was an enormous upsurge

of the people,
who were completely panicked, terrified.

Fate willed that I should be given leave

in the last few days of the month April.

Consequently, I was in Paris in early May
when the Germans invaded.

On the roads, people were going mad,
terrified by the bombings.

With them, they brought what they could:

Children, pets, precious objects...

Some rode on wagons, others on bicycles.

It was a mish-mash of everything
and everyone. It was awful to see.

It was all the more awful in that

the Germans, in an effort
to block and ruin the roads for the soldiers

didn't hesitate in bombing
these columns of refugees.

As a result, and I can attest to this fact,

that there were bodies strewn
all over the place: Men, women, horses.

Car wrecks sprinkled the roads.
It was a scene from hell.

And yet this wave, this flood of people,
continued to move south.

Our impressions?
We saw destroyed villages, burned lands...

It did have a certain effect on us.

� And the people on the roads?
� They were fleeing the bad guys.

What do you mean?
Weren't you the bad guys?

At first, we were seen as the enemy
who was set to destroy the country.

Then they began to see
that we just wanted to help.

And that reassured them.

The officers or the staff
were clearly out of their depth.

Having the trains, the roads,
and all telecommunications cut off

led to a situation in which

any plans the soldiers had made
were suddenly completely ruined.

In addition, certain military circles

shared the attitude of many civilians,

and tackled the war unenthusiastically.

After all, they were living in...
I'm not saying they were traitors.

In any case, there were very few traitors.

But this attitude
of preferring Hitler to L�on Blum

was an attitude that had become
very popular in bourgeois circles.

And this was a circle
to which many of the soldiers belonged.

THE GREAT BATTLE OF FRANCE

On June 14, 1940,
the Germans occupied Paris.

In Clermont, the papers went mad.

Le Moniteur took a stand,

asking the people to stand up and fight,
to resist,

to remain free.

The owner of this anti-defeatist paper,
Pierre Laval,

a deputy for Auvergne, was,
at the same time, preparing for surrender.

The last government of the Third Republic

slowly moved southwards.

Paul Reynaud wanted to keep fighting,

but Philippe P�tain was already
taking charge.

In Briare,
Winston Churchill and Anthony Eden

met with their allies for the last time.

I've always felt
that Reynaud wanted to continue,

that he remained calm and firm.

Everyone was
in a very difficult position then.

I also believe, and this is something
he told both Churchill and me,

that he wasn't very happy
having P�tain as a part of his government.

� He'd foreseen the difficulties?
� Yes, already in Briare.

Now, I was a young soldier in World War I,

and for me, P�tain was the hero of Verdun.

But his character had changed.
That's to be expected with age.

I'm sure he was opposed to the idea
of your cities being destroyed,

because he spoke of it at dinner,

saying, �It's awful seeing
our lovely cities destroyed.�

And I had to answer, �Yes, I understand.

�It's hard for an Englishman to say this,
but there are worse things

�than the destruction of cities.�

But I don't think he was convinced.

We flew over France at a very low altitude.

� Hedgehopping?
� Yes.

In June, there's nothing quite like
the Norman and Breton countryside.

And I remember,
as if it only happened yesterday,

I remember thinking it was lovely,
but would I ever see it again?

And it seemed rather unlikely that I would.

Then the political climate changed
and became unbearable in Bordeaux.

Suddenly, treason was everywhere.

There was a will to surrender,

and a desire to get along
with the victors at any price.

Anglophobia, ever-present in France,
resurfaced with new vigor.

And all this went hand in hand
with a horrible kind of cynicism.

The military leaders, the ones who had
messed up, weren't even mentioned.

Instead, people blamed
absolutely everything on L�on Blum,

the Front Populaire and so forth.

And so we consoled ourselves
for the downfall of our nation

by getting petty revenge
in matters of internal affairs,

a trend which, as you know,
continued long afterwards.

On June 16,
the government met in Bordeaux.

Paul Reynaud was defeated by
the deputies who refused to leave France

and P�tain became
the head of government.

Adolf Hitler's elite S.S. Troops
have invaded Vichy.

I felt terribly humiliated,

as I had been sent on a mission
on an English motorcycle

and was heading to Paris, when I saw
the Germans going the other way.

Now, being rather absent-minded,

I saw there were some people
following these German troops,

and assumed it was the English.

So they were going one way,
and I was going the other.

I saw the swastikas on their helmets,

and I thought I should go no further.

But no one asked me to stop.

Everyone was too busy
going their own way.

If I didn't like it, tough.

The Resistance in Clermont
was quickly crushed.

But the struggle,
albeit subdued, continued.

Hitler's S.S. Division
conquered Clermont-Ferrand.

German troops occupied
the city for three days.

Zepp Dietrich, division commander,
declared victory on Jaude Square,

as his troops polished their boots
in front of the locals,

before heading off to new victories.

The Germans didn't return
to Clermont until November 1942.

Our aim now is to take
the arms depot in Etienne.

An entire infantry regiment has
simply surrendered.

At first, I did the same as everyone.
I hadn't understood.

On the morning of June 24,

the lieutenant declared that
Marshal P�tain had requested an armistice.

I knew what he meant by armistice,
but I wasn't sure about �Marshal.�

I was never particularly
in favor of P�tain's regime.

Nonetheless,
like the other 40,000,000 Frenchmen

who experienced that same moment,

when I saw the rout, when I saw
that the Germans were in Biarritz,

and that France had been
completely invaded,

I thought, like everyone else,

�Will anyone be able
to end this massacre?�

People of France, as requested
by the President of the Republic,

I shall henceforth be the leader
of the French government.

Convinced of the affection
of our admirable army,

whose heroism stands as testimony
to our long military tradition

as they fight an enemy
which outnumbers them,

convinced that our army's resistance

has fulfilled our duty towards our allies,

convinced of the support
pledged by the former soldiers I led,

convinced of the French people's
faith in me,

I give France the gift of myself,

to ease its troubles.

In these difficult times,
I think of the poor refugees,

who, in the depths of despair,
trudge across our roads.

I extend my compassion
and concern for them.

My heart is heavy as I tell you today
that the fight must end.

Last night, I spoke with our adversary

and asked if they were prepared
to help me, between soldiers,

after the fight, with honor intact,

to find a way to end the hostilities.

From the F�hrer headquarters
a historical piece of news:

The prime minister
of the new French government, P�tain

has declared,
in a broadcast to the French people,

that France should lay down its arms.

Of course, I was happy to hear we'd won.

The defeat gave me the same feeling
I would get when I played rugby.

I don't like losing,
especially when it's 60 to 0.

I hate drawn-out defeats.

This stone is a reminder

of the humiliation of Germany
on November 11, 1918.

Is it true

that France had given England
its word of honor

that it wouldn't agree to a separate truce?

I think we... That was before
I was a member of government.

I think we had reached an agreement

whereby neither party
would cease fighting.

� Without the other party's consent.
� Right.

But we didn't discuss that at all

when Churchill and I were there,

because we accepted
the position France had taken.

� In Briare, he said...
� That he'd accept an armistice?

No, he said we accepted the fact
that you may not be able to go on.

Nothing was said about an armistice.

It's clear that between a ceasefire
and an armistice, there's a big difference.

Exactly.

He simply said, �We understand
that you cannot go on any longer.�

That was clear.

The question was quite simply,
�What are you going to do?�

I even sent Churchill a short letter
after we returned from Briare,

which has since been published,

saying that we must make
a clear distinction.

If the French can no longer fight,
that's one thing.

But if they make it easy for the enemy,
that's another.

La Madeleine. Early today in Paris,
the F�hrer made an unexpected visit.

During his tour of Paris,
he also visited this building.

Place de la Concorde.

The Arc de Triomphe.

Trocad�ro.

A look at the Eiffel Tower.

On the F�hrer's left, Professor Speer.

One thing we should remember

is that when France agreed to an armistice,

even though we didn't want to lose,
how many Frenchmen said,

�All's well that ends well.
So much the better.�

As for Marshal P�tain,
he knew what he was doing in Vichy.

In every canton and every town,

he formed what was called
the French Legion.

� The Legion of Companions.
� It was meant for us veterans

who'd fought in World War I.

Everyone, except me, went on Sundays.

I'm the only one
who never set foot in there.

It's true.

They would attend the raising
of the colors on the market place

every Sunday, wearing their hammer
and sickle. No, not hammer.

I don't mean the hammer and sickle.
What was it called again?

� The sword.
� Whatever.

They'd all been given a beret.
Can you imagine?

Of course, I never set foot there.
Not on your life.

But when I saw what happened,
I understood.

So suddenly, this old marshal

suggests an armistice
with French honor intact and so forth.

As a young Frenchman,
do you feel the defeat was justified?

Does it not disgust you?

No, defeat was the inevitable consequence
of French politics.

In fact, this was the theme
propagated by the Vichy government.

If we were defeated, they claimed,

it was because for so many years,
we had to put up with party politics,

which is the reason
France is in this situation today.

How did that phrase go?

�The parties which have
harmed us so much...�

It was... No, that's not it.

� Something about lies.
� The lies that harmed us.

Right. �I hate the lies
that have harmed us so much.�

At the same time, there was
another appeal launched by de Gaulle,

an appeal which apparently
very few people in France heard.

I certainly didn't hear it.

But as a pilot,
weren't you slightly tempted to...

I imagine that a certain number of people
in the same unit as you

chose to �continue the struggle,�
as they said.

There weren't many who did.

Let's get it straight.

It's true that some people
attempted to flee to North Africa.

Later, the situation stabilized.
Not so many fled.

Did it ever cross your mind to flee?

Of course.
But I didn't think about it for long.

My father quickly made me understand

that Marshal P�tain guaranteed
a new order, renewed honor, etc.

The victor of Verdun guaranteed
France's honor

and the establishment of a new order.

This seemed not only desirable,
but necessary, to many Frenchmen.

They respected
and had faith in the Marshal.

In Clermont, the spirit of renewal filled
Pierre Laval's Le Moniteur.

Editorials sought those responsible
for defeat and found them.

�Let's be French.

�Too much foreign influence
has led to many problems.�

On June 26, 1940,
in the magistrate's court,

Ren� Mons was sentenced
to three months in jail for defeatism.

Editorial.

We demand that those responsible be tried
and an analysis of our problems ensue.

This quickly led to xenophobia,
Anglophobia and anti-Semitism.

Gaining French nationality became harder.

Vichy came out with the decree:

�The French elite must be restored.�

On that day, July 29, 1940,

Clermont butcher Antoine Labronne
was tried

and given a large fine
for having sold rotting ham.

Did you ever speak about
what the papers said back then?

� Never.
� Never?

We were totally cut off from the world,

because there was one value
that we all shared,

and that was caution.

We didn't know what the butcher thought,
or the milkman,

or the engineer or the intellectual.
We had no idea.

Like everyone else,
we stayed on our guard.

What do you think
people's main concern was back then?

Food.

That took up most of your time?

Definitely.
Animals were illicitly butchered.

One needed a bit of meat to survive.

As you know,
the French are very good at cheating.

One had to have a bit more bread
than the usual ration,

or a bit more tobacco
by smiling nicely at the tobacconist.

A bit more of everything.

So every weekend, a regular parade
of cyclists would go for supplies.

They had devised a system
based on tickets, on ration cards.

Personally, I was a smoker,

and it was awful not having cigarettes.

It was a horrible situation.

People would do anything, even steal.

I got so desperate that I even rolled
artichoke leaves and smoked them.

The children who were born
during that time,

between 1942 and 1944,

should have suffered from rickets,
and I say this as a doctor.

In our family, it was ironic.

These young ladies have a brother,

who is 27 years old, and was born in 1942.

He's six foot one!

We fed him so much to avoid rickets
that he turned into a giant.

He's a great tennis player,
an architect, and a giant to boot.

Are you what they call �a bourgeois�
in a large provincial town?

If being bourgeois means eating properly,
hunting in Sologne,

having a hunting ground
in Sanscoin and in S�rye,

and a son-in-law
who owns Lake Montcini�re,

then I'm a bourgeois.

When did you first begin to experience

the consequences of the times,
in other words, persecution?

How did you feel about that?
Did anything happen?

Not before 1942.

The only extraordinary event that occurred

is that before the children were born,

once again,

in September 1942,
the hunting season was re-opened.

What an event.

It was important to the hunters.

Game had been untouched for two years
so there was an abundance of it.

It was a very satisfying experience
for those who owned a gun.

In their little nests in the backyard,
my little rabbits are so sweet.

Until recently, I hated hutches,

and I despised and insulted
our gentle little friends,

now the center of our attention.

Just think, a rabbit!

Firstly, it will delight the cook.

And as its skin dries in the wind,
the whole family rejoices.

Follow my example
and give rabbit breeding a try.

As you can see, I love, you love,
we all love rabbits in every form!

In reality, the French

aren't normally very involved in politics.

Once in a blue moon, they decide
to take action and storm the Bastille,

or to fight religious wars for 50 years,

or to initiate the French Revolution,
or to set off to conquer Europe.

But, normally speaking,
they're just as peaceable as anyone else.

One thing is for sure:
The French, in general,

like a peaceful regime,
a regime which has authority,

but is preferably humane.

In any case,
they feel the need to be protected.

They're quite paternalistic.

Does this explains P�tain's popularity?

Definitely. I might add that,
as a sergeant in the French army,

I've seen a routed army.
And it's not a pretty sight.

There's no denying that, for some time,
P�tain was extremely popular.

He was viewed as one of
the good old guys, perhaps a bit senile,

but after all,
he had given himself to France.

That was a clever way of putting it.
He gave the gift of himself.

So everyone thought that an old guy
like him couldn't do any harm.

He could only help France.
At his age, what harm could he do?

These arguments, albeit feeble,
were how people justified P�tain.

THE MARSHAL'S VISIT

I missed Mers-el-K�bir.

I only heard about what happened
two weeks later.

I never understood Mers-el-K�bir.

Even now, having read many books
on the subject of Mers-el-K�bir,

I still don't understand.

It was always a mystery to me.

Mers-el-K�bir was a mystery indeed.

Do you mean you don't understand
why the English did what they did?

No, I never really understood the English.

After leaving Churchill,
I was a member in the House of Commons,

I went to the House of Commons,
got my car,

and drove myself through Hyde Park.

In the middle of the park,
I saw a group of French sailors,

with their little red pompons
on their kepis.

They were running and playing
with an equal number of girls,

or �young ladies� rather.

They were running
and playing and screaming.

They couldn't understand a word
of what the other was saying.

Then a horrible feeling swept over me.

It was sheer luck
that I didn't crash the car,

because suddenly I remembered
Churchill's ultimatum I'd just read,

and I thought of those French boats
in Mers-el-K�bir,

where there were other sailors,

also wearing kepis with little red pompons,

and I wondered what was going
to happen to them tomorrow.

These are the victims of the most base
and loathsome attack ever.

Clearly, France's former ally only attacks
those who cannot fight back.

On the morning of the attack,

Admiral Gensoul received
the English ultimatum.

Admiral Somerville proceeded
to send several delegations,

in order to explain to Gensoul
the options proposed by Churchill:

They could join the Free French,
allow themselves to be disarmed,

or head to a neutral port
which was out of German reach.

Admiral Gensoul refused all three options,

as he considered them
dishonorable solutions.

What we didn't dare to risk happening

was letting the boats
fall into enemy hands.

We simply couldn't take the risk.

But wasn't there also a psychological risk?

Yes, a considerable risk.

It allowed the Germans
to spread propaganda.

And Vichy, too.
Lord knows they used the opportunity.

I think we understood that, but at the time,

we had very little choice in the matter.

There were 1,600 sailors

killed by the British Navy.

The British Navy attempted
to take over the French Navy.

That was clear to us at the time.

We thought that...

We believed the armistice
would be respected by the Germans.

In France, we thought,
as the Vichy government had told us,

that the French Navy would
never be given over to the Germans.

For us, that was a fact.

I was brought up to believe
that promises were kept,

and I just couldn't imagine
that there could be political dealings

that would eventually lead
to the French Navy being given away.

There was no way.

So we viewed it as a brutal attack.

There was also
an additional moral problem,

in that, according to many testimonies,

the sailors whose boats were shelled
by the British

believed at that moment
they were going to cast off

in order to join the British fleet.

That's terrible.

Had we felt there was any hope of that,
we would never have attacked.

But there was no hope.

Everything we said about the Germans

was proved in Bizerta,

where the Germans proceeded to give
the French admiral

twenty minutes to surrender,

to surrender boats and all,

on pain of an immediate bombing attack,

or of being taken prisoner.

Our predictions all came true.

We knew who we were dealing with.

It was then, shortly after these events,

that the French, whose faith in the English
had been greatly shaken,

made contact with us for the first time,
through General Huntziger

at the Armistice Commission
in Wiesbaden,

to discuss the possibility
of changing the armistice clauses

to allow military collaboration.

And it was the discussion of such options,

for which each side undoubtedly
had its own personal motivations,

that initiated the negotiations,

which are now known as �collaboration.�

While the talks were beginning,

Hitler and P�tain agreed
to meet in Montoire.

In our first meeting,
Laval told me he was a Germanophile.

And as he had known me for years,

he asked me to put in a good word
for him with Hitler. And I did.

I think Hitler felt Laval was sincere,

at least in one aspect:
When he spoke of collaboration.

And that was the main issue
at the second meeting.

In such cases, the defeated want to know
what will become of them.

What will the peace treaty be like?

Whereas the victors I've often seen

generally don't know what's next
and cannot answer such questions.

That's how it went in Montoire.

Hitler didn't know
how to answer P�tain's questions

about boundaries or the fate of prisoners.

So it ended with everything up in the air.

Ah, Montoire... Now that was quite a story.

Where was this Montoire, anyhow?

Everyone was looking it up in the atlas
to see where it was.

When we heard what had transpired,
it was depressing.

Some even cried the next day.

� People were crying?
� Yes.

Soon afterwards,
a new slogan became popular,

�Collaboration is:�

�Give me your watch,
I'll give you the time.�

That was the slogan.

That was collaboration.

He often said, also in my presence,

that he hadn't yet decided

whether England or France
should pay for the war.

On the basis of his �race ideology,�

or whatever you can call this point of view,

many felt much more related
to the English than to the French.

I am convinced that France,
as Hitler saw it,

could only play a minor role

in a National Socialist Europe.

He had never been in France
or anywhere else in Europe.

Whatever knowledge he had
was derived from books,

which had first been adapted
to his point of view.

In his mind,
he felt that a decline of the French people

was unavoidable. And this idea
was confirmed by the French defeat.

During his travels, Hitler sometimes
shared his thoughts with others.

April 5, 1942. Suppertime.

The F�hrer says that if one plans on
ignoring the terms of a contract,

no use quibbling over details.

Hence, we must assure ourselves
that the French are sincere.

No point in trying to pickpocket
an experienced pickpocketer

like the F�hrer himself.

In any case,
France's main task for the next 50 years

is to repair the damage done at Versailles.

April 24, 1942. Suppertime.

The F�hrer says he is against
marriages between

the Wehrmacht and foreigners
in occupied lands.

Such demands are generally based on
sexual frustration,

which is common in troops abroad.

He is struck by the contrast
between the photos of the German men,

and those of the women,
who are very shabby looking.

The F�hrer feels that such marriages
are doomed from the start,

both in terms of individual happiness
and racial purity.

He is more in favor
of harmless passing fancies,

which are inevitable
in this type of situation.

The conditions created by
National Socialism

within German structures at that time

made it impossible for us to respect
the clauses of the armistice.

We couldn't help what happened,

any more than we could have helped
all the other horrible things

which continue to haunt
any rational human being.

We couldn't stop Hitler and company
from invading Alsace and Lorraine,

making them a part of the Third Reich,

and eventually incorporating their youth
into the Wehrmacht.

This was all out of our hands.

We can reproach ourselves
until kingdom come,

but there was nothing we could do.

You say that after Russia,
you were sent to Alsace, and then France.

Why? Was Alsace not France?

No. For us, it wasn't French territory.
The people were pro-German.

I even brought my whole family.

There were some people
with bad intentions,

some patriots who were ready
to do anything.

But there weren't many.

So I felt like
I was in a country of German origin.

And now?

I've never gone back.

No, but what do you think of it now?

I think it's true.
I think it belongs to Germany.

Here a show is being put on for the S.S.

Bruno Fritz's amusing ice hockey report.

The German player is taken by surprise
and falls down on...

on the ice!

He stands up again. It feels too cold.

Thanks to Franco-German
economic collaboration,

100,000 French workers now work
in Germany.

Four trains leave the capital weekly

and head for German industrial regions.

Today, at North Station,
the war councilor Michel

has come to shake the hand of worker
number 110,000: Edouard Lef�bvre.

Tell us, Mr. Lef�bvre,
were you unemployed?

� That's right.
� For how long?

It's been two years now.

� Are you married?
� With children.

This vast organization has already had
good results:

Lower unemployment rates,
and understanding between workers.

I'd worked for the Finance Minister
and the State Secretary since 1923.

In 1940, Mr. Lansfried requested
that I go to Paris,

as head of the military-controlled
finance division in occupied France.

He didn't want a National Socialist
party member in this position.

Were you not a member of the party?

Yes, shortly before, I had joined the party,

again at the request of Mr. Lansfried.

We tried to be as reasonable as possible,
and as fair as possible,

not only in our own interests,
but in those of France as well.

This famous democracy,
in the past 20 years,

has proved itself incapable
of eliminating such poverty.

The Third Reich, however,
aims to provide its workers

everywhere in Germany
with healthy and beautiful hometowns.

This is a new settlement
in a small industrial town,

which naturally has a daycare center,

a clinic, a center for mothers and children
and an X-ray lab.

One gets the impression from such reports

that German propaganda was
quite open in its racial prejudice,

and often implied
that German discipline and structure

were necessary qualities to clean up
what was considered

to be �the French mess.�

Yes, there is some truth in what you say.

In our offices in Paris,
we also had a propaganda department.

But it received orders directly from Berlin.

And I would like to point out that,
from the outset of my job...

It was the first ministerial-level
visit from the French government,

the Minister of Transport
visited in September 1940.

He was accompanied
by the owner of a racing stable,

who wanted permission
to begin horse racing again,

as it was a very popular national pastime.

The races are ever-popular.

One thing is clear,
Paris has become Paris once again.

I listened to my collaborators
and said, �Why not?�

And so the races started up again,
and continued until 1944.

Thanks to us, the theaters were able
to open their doors again.

We often went to the theater,
alone or with friends.

The Germans also attended the races,

which is how the different parties
made contact quite spontaneously.

Personal relationships developed
between the different sides,

probably for various reasons.

I'm sure you're aware there has been
a tendency in France since the war

to deny that such contact ever existed.

Yes, but it did exist.

Germany was triumphant,
and there wasn't a single front

from which it failed
to come home victorious.

There's no denying that the German army
made quite an impression

on the youth in France.
Seeing that army of young men,

stripped to the waist...

After all, I'm the son of a soldier
and I was a soldier myself.

A sense of responsibility,
hierarchy and discipline mean a lot.

A well-disciplined army was important
to people like us.

This was the first time
we had seen such an ideal army.

The French army was nothing compared to

this army who could put
the fear of God into an entire people.

It sounds awful to say,
but it's the truth of the matter.

We solemnly swear

to unite

and to place our forces,

our faith,

our ardor,

at the service of the Marshal,

at the service of France.

This campfire draws
a three-day meeting to an end,

during which the discipline
and dedication of these young men

were proved once again.

The French believe servicemen
should be tough as nails,

and at the end of the day,
they always turn to servicemen,

whether it be to restore order,
to prevent a coup-d'�tat,

or to organize a coup-d'�tat.

But the serviceman is omnipresent,

with his cap, his pompon, his saber,

no matter what his rank may be.

The French love their army.

Poem by Officer C. Languillon,

published on the front page of
Le Moniteur on November 24, 1940.

�His name rings as a gunshot.

�P�tain ready for the challenge?
The soul is willing.

�But goodness is ever aloof.

�The great victor, even greater in defeat.

�Schemers, foreigners, buffoons and fools,

�have brought you to your knees, O France.

�The hero of Verdun, cleaning the slate,

�Is setting our house in order
from top to bottom.

�A Herculean labor, a difficult recovery.

�From the ruins come muffled groans.

�Former profiteers writhe in the rubble.�

P�tain, in a series of speeches,
drew conclusions from this defeat.

And he did so with skill.
He could woo his audience.

If one was to read the texts now,
I haven't read them in years,

but I bet if you read them now,
you would be quite surprised.

Yes, the texts relied heavily
on the people's collective unconscious.

Absolutely right.

� He blamed the parliament.
� Yes, the parliamentary system...

Certain employers were suspect... foreign...

cosmopolitan, not to mention dark-skinned.

And of course,
he blamed the Communist Party.

The Communist Party was the cause
of all evils.

All hotels were requisitioned,

and the Park Hotel was occupied
by Marshal P�tain and his staff.

This is where I met up with my friend,
Colonel Gorosse-Tardou,

who lived with P�tain.

He was the chief of staff
for his aviation department.

Consequently,
I was often at the Park Hotel.

It was always busy,
with lots of people milling around.

Everyone kept their voices down
and spied on their neighbors.

Personally, I wasn't used to their system,

but when I spoke,
I followed everyone's example.

They were forever shushing one another.

� Everyone was very suspicious.
� Of the enemy or of one another?

A bit of both.

Are you a Republican?

Not really.

� Not really?
� No.

You're more of a Monarchist?

Yes, that's right.

French news. Late 1940.

Pilot-sergeant Gonthier de Basse,
veteran of WWI,

volunteer in '39, hurt in Dunkirk,

has, of his own free will,
agreed to make the following declaration.

Ever since my return from England
aboard The Sphinx on October 5,

I've been surprised by the number
of my compatriots who still believe

the wounded in Narvik and Dunkirk
were all well-treated by our ex-ally

and this is why I've decided
to share my memories with you.

When we arrived in England,

we harbored no grudge
against our English comrades.

But after the tragedy in June,

when we were invited
to come serve under a new flag,

when they offered
to pay us our dues in pounds sterling,

we could only reply
with disdain and indignation.

We French soldiers can only serve
under our own colors.

Anything else would be treason.

Fellow Frenchmen, comrades,

our duty is to stand side by side
behind our leader, Marshal P�tain,

to guarantee France a place of honor
in a new Europe,

and to allow the prisoners
to return home immediately.

It is a difficult task.

Those who try to divide us are enemies.

United we stand, divided we fall.

The idea was to get out of the war,
come what may,

as quickly as possible.

There were 15,000 French sailors
in Liverpool.

I went and spoke to them.

I tried to persuade them
to continue the war.

But there was no way.

We were so low on people
that we needed them to dig the trenches,

and we offered them wages to do so.

They said no.

They said, �France is no longer in the war.

�We no longer have the right
to dig trenches.�

You see... the kind of attitude they had.

Their desire to get out was almost spiteful.

As for what would become of England,
they didn't give a care.

That's the kind of attitude they had.

They felt that it was inconceivable

that the English succeed
where the French army had been beaten.

On June 17, 1940,
the steam liner Le Massilia

headed from Bordeaux to Morocco.

Several parliamentarians were aboard.

This event caused much ink to flow.

I boarded Le Massilia
without suspecting that it was a big trap.

Those who stayed behind in Bordeaux
quickly understood

that they could exploit the circumstances,

and influence the public
to think that the departure of the boat

and the fact that
a number of politicians were aboard,

was a sign we were panicking,
running away, abandoning them.

In other words, deserting.

The people aboard Le Massilia
who actually wanted to fight

were quickly judged to be cowards
who were fleeing the fight.

It was paradoxical that some of us,

including Vi�not, Jean Zay, Wiltzer and I,

were tried for desertion,

when in fact their original plan
had been to go fight.

And as far as I was concerned,
I was almost obliged to go,

seeing as my unit had gone,
and it was my duty to follow them.

Everyone wound up in Rabat.
There were tons of people.

Once there, I went to lunch

at �Balima,� Rabat's best restaurant,
where everyone met.

One of my cousins,
Du Jonchay, a pilot, was there,

and naturally we discussed
what had happened.

He showed me Pierre Mend�s-France,

who was sitting at a table
with a lovely woman, who was his wife.

My cousin turned to me and said,

�Our State Secretary there
is responsible for our defeat.�

There he sat, our little lieutenant,
drinking champagne.

That champagne completely infuriated me.

I walked up to him,

and told him this was no attitude to have,
after being defeated,

drinking champagne in public
as if he was delighted

about what had happened.

Then what?

I told him

if I saw him again, I would kick him out.

And I gave him my card.

� It caused quite a stir.
� You were picking a fight.

No, I simply gave him my card
to let him know who I was.

Not to hide my identity.

How did he react?

He got up, stood to attention,
and said nothing.

I was a captain, he was a lieutenant.

I see.

There was surrender and treason.

But anti-Semitism had also begun
to rear its ugly head.

Many who used to hide their feelings
openly declared their anti-Semitism

to the point that France began adopting
certain German values,

and sought to get closer to Hitler,

in the hope of creating a Europe where
France and Germany would collaborate

and obviously anti-Semitism
became a common element

between many Germans and Frenchmen.

And, of course, Jean Zay and I
had the misfortune of being Jewish.

Actually, I was Jewish.
Jean Zay was only partly Jewish.

He had converted, as had his father,
but he was of Jewish origin.

This didn't detract from
the atrocious campaign against him,

which, as you know,
ended in his being killed.

Jean Zay was arrested.
His pregnant wife was in Casablanca.

She had a very tough time
to find a hospital bed,

or even someone
willing to help her give birth.

There was such hatred.

When clinics or hospitals heard
that she was Jean Zay's wife,

they didn't have the courage to admit her.

You can't imagine how rampant
sectarianism had become.

In any case, Mrs. Zay's pregnancy
was certainly a very trying time.

She lived with my wife
and they spent many long hours together

during which they were
abused and insulted.

My wife also had a very rough time of it.

Anyhow,

Madeleine Zay eventually gave birth
to this baby,

whom I had the opportunity to meet,

as I was arrested
shortly after the baby's birth.

And when I was transferred
to Clermont-Ferrand,

where I met up with Jean Zay,
I'd seen his daughter and he hadn't.

JEAN ZAY
To Appear In Court Tomorrow

The committing magistrate was
Colonel Lepr�tre.

I don't want to name names,
but this man's reputation lives on today.

The man was very intelligent,
very bright, clever and cunning,

but he had a very perverse side to him,

in that he harbored great hate
for the accused,

especially if the accused was left-wing.

He got a certain morbid pleasure
from seeing an important man accused.

Even outside of cross-examination,
he would sometimes visit the prison,

just to sit and chat with the prisoners.

He would go in their cells,
and sit on their beds,

pretending to speak with them simply.

He clearly got a great deal of pleasure
out of holding the fates

of such formerly important men
in his hands.

There was something very sick,
very odd about it.

A strange man.

So he would confess to certain things
in moments of relaxation?

One day, he said to me,
�I know what you think of me.�

The man was bright enough to understand.
Very intelligent.

He said to me,
�I know what you think of me,

�but in an organized society,
there are certain tasks,

�tasks which must be done,
and which require people to do them.�

�Every society needs garbage men.�
He chose that word.

Were you able to emphasize

the racial and political background
and motives to the trial?

No, our main concern was
to obtain satisfying results,

and we knew that these judges
wouldn't appreciate such arguments.

Even if we had said that his being Jewish

should have nothing to do with the trial,

we knew perfectly well
that it would be a major issue.

The hearing was extremely tense.

It began at 9.00 a.m. With an introduction
by Pierre Mend�s-France,

which the Colonel received
with obvious contempt.

He had been given a table
and a jug of water.

He began with the following
introductory statement:

�Colonel and gentlemen,
I am Jewish, I am a Freemason,

�but I am not a deserter.
May the trial begin.�

The court was presided over
by a rather frenzied man,

called Colonel Perret,

a colonel in charge of tanks,

who harbored a particular hatred
for General de Gaulle,

because they had served in Saint Cyr
together and were both competitive.

He hated anything to do with de Gaulle,
Gaullism or Gaullists.

Furthermore,
he was a very frenzied character,

who ran the hearings
in an atrocious manner.

My sentence was nothing compared to
the death sentences he gave out.

He was responsible for executions,
which is considerably worse

than the sentence he gave me.

I must say that those present
at the hearing were extremely hostile.

The audience had been rigged,
no two ways about it.

Women whose faces were filled with hate.

I won't name any names,

but they were hateful people,

people who were hoping
for the cruelest of sentences,

who were hoping I'd be killed immediately,

who didn't think I should even
be allowed to defend myself.

Some 300 or 400 entry cards
had been delivered,

but only six were for the defense.

The cards were quite a story.

As only a limited number existed,
and they were in high demand,

a new black market developed.

There were bistros in Clermont
that hawked the cards.

Flatteringly enough,
they were very expensive,

twenty francs for the show.
It cost more than the movies.

There's no denying
that public opinion was strongly influenced

by the papers at that time,

which felt that the politicians
who were accused

should automatically be declared guilty.

My colonel, my lieutenant-colonel
and my general

all took the stand
and said, �He didn't desert.�

When the commissioner,
whose name I won't give either,

stood up and announced in a choked voice

that he was sentenced
to six years for desertion,

Mend�s told him,
�Sir, I'm sure you'll be rewarded.

�You've served the master well.�

Former State Secretary
Sentenced to six Years in Jail for Desertion

I don't know if Rochat told you
that a man came to see him the next day.

And this man told him,
�I'm a P�tain supporter,

�and I am appalled by what happened
yesterday. It's scandalous.

�The Marshal must not be aware
that such things are happening.

�The Marshal must be informed
of such goings-on.

�I saw you stenograph the hearing.�
Which indeed he had.

�Could you get a copy for me
to bring to the Marshal himself?�

Rochat gave him a copy
which he took to the Marshal.

Naturally, nothing ever came of it.

And the man who took the copy
was a certain Mr. Giscard d'Estaing.

It is these children,
the pupils of French schools,

in whom the Marshal sees hope
for our country.

He has come to speak simply,
as only he can,

in a modest school in the town of P�rigny.

You may sit down now.

You don't have to stand to listen.

Young pupils of our French schools,

the reason I wanted to speak to you today

on this day
as you begin a new school year,

is that it's important for you
to know that I am counting on you

to help me rebuild our country, France.

So work hard, stand firm,
and do your best.

All rise.

I had to pass through Vichy
to reach my posting in Billancourt

in the first two weeks of August 1940.

Many people told me
that Marshal P�tain was very tired,

and was only lucid for two hours a day.

Imagine my surprise when I met this man,

who, although elderly, stood bolt upright,

with his look of steel,
which many people have commented on,

and with the greatest of ease,

politely asked me to sit down
and make myself comfortable,

then said, �Mr. Lamirand,
there's been much talk about you here.�

The secretary general of youth,
Mr. Georges Lamirand

recently visited Lavalette camp,
the main goal of which

is to train the men of tomorrow.
He visited these young men

who are united by a common ideal,
and live life

in continual contact with nature,
work and simplicity,

these values upon which
we must rebuild our country.

We talked and I thought to myself,

�What bad luck.

�They say he's only lucid two hours a day,
and I chance upon those two hours.�

The problems of youth are fascinating,

but I had absolutely no idea that,

in the position
Marshal P�tain wanted to grant me,

there were so many fascinating
subjects and problems to solve.

Repeat after me: Long live France!

Long live the Marshal!

Louis Renault finally agreed
to give me leave,

saying to P�tain,
�I'll lend him to you for a month.�

And Marshal P�tain,
in his infinite cleverness,

�Fine, one month.

�But if you don't mind,
let's make the job renewable.�

And he renewed it 30 months.

Mr. Lamirand is inaugurating

an exhibition of drawings
sent to P�tain by French schoolchildren.

The little ones wanted
to answer the Marshal's call,

they wanted to show the Marshal
their towns, villages and homes,

hence sharing a piece
of their daily lives with him.

A school girl, perhaps the youngest
in France, had the luck

of being allowed to give P�tain
her lovingly written letter in person.

It was about adding a new element

to the famous triptych of the time:
Work, Family, Nation.

Honor your work, your family,
and your nation.

A national revolution?

You said it.

Marshal P�tain has already told you
several times

what he meant by social revolution.

He feels that our social system is unfair.

There is too much poverty,
too much injustice.

And that is what he wants to change.

He is bound and determined
to bring happiness to France,

and asks us all
to join in a communal effort.

Dear friends, this is his social revolution.

That was when he started
planning his escape.

He grew his beard, shaved it off,
grew it out again,

and one fine day, he left.

I must admit I'm not very athletic,

but I prepared myself by working out
for several months beforehand.

I was high up,
so I had to jump off a high wall.

But I had to run the risk.

And once I had jumped,
I would be a free man again.

Just as I was about to jump...

There were trees planted along the avenue.

I heard the unexpected sound of voices.

I tried to see in the semi-darkness.

There was a couple sitting under a tree.

You can imagine
what they were discussing.

He knew what he wanted,
but she hadn't decided yet.

It seemed to last an eternity to me.

She ended up saying yes,

but I had the impression
she had put up a great deal of resistance.

Finally, they left. And so I jumped.

And let me assure you
that I was even happier than he was.

I'd really like to meet him someday
and let him know

how much I experienced
with the two of them that night.

How you admired his audacity.

Yes, and how her lack of audacity
struck me as being so untimely.

Anyway,

love, fate and escape
eventually won the day.

Did you disguise yourself?

I was disguised, but not very well.

You see, many people back then

who wanted to disguise themselves
would let their beards grow.

So, bearded men
automatically arose suspicion!

I let my moustache grow,

I gave myself a new hairstyle,
parted straight down the middle.

I got a pair of glasses.

And of course,
I changed the way I dressed and so forth.

The next day,
I went for my daily visit with him,

to see if he had escaped or not.

I arrived and saw all these people
with decameters in hand,

taking all sorts of measurements.
They were hysterical.

They asked me what I wanted.
I said I was there to see my client.

They asked if I knew
Pierre Mend�s-France had left. I said no.

I burst out laughing,
which made them angry.

They carried out a huge security check
of all the roads and trains.

But my plan was to not contact anyone,
to not count on anyone,

to be cut off from everything and everyone.

I must say that life in France at that time

is very difficult to imagine,
and even more so to describe.

You had an old pair of shoes
you hoped would last.

If they got a hole,
there was no leather to fix them.

There were no plates,
there were no matches, there was nothing.

It is very difficult, in hindsight, to describe

what it was like living in a country

where everyone was always
searching for everything.

The new rage in Paris
is silk stockings without the silk.

All you have to do, ladies, is dye your legs.

It's easy and practical. A great idea.

The ladies are trading in
their garters for paintbrushes.

Worried about what will happen
when you bathe?

No problem.
Paint-on stockings are waterproof.

On top of that,
Elizabeth Arden guarantees they won't run!

That's a Parisian habit
which will disappear.

Where is France headed?
Where is Europe headed?

Some 3,000 people in Chaillot will hear

Mr. Alphonse de Chateaubriant
discuss The French Drama.

At this very moment,
a huge continental unit

is slowly taking shape.

It will be one gigantic geographical piece
in the puzzle,

with one single political
and economical doctrine,

stretching to the very tip of Europe,

the very tip of which is France.

Therein the importance of France
becomes clear,

as France becomes,
in this new division, the outer edge,

the last bastion on the Atlantic
of this immense continent,

faced with another large continent,
America,

which is ready to take over
the ancient order of things,

the ancient riches and capitalist creeds,

the ancient gold and the ancient man,

in order to make it their last refuge,

their last fortress,

and their last army.

I sincerely hope
that everything I have said tonight

will give the word �collaboration�
new meaning in your eyes.

It's not surprising that, at first,

such poison won over many new converts.

Little by little,
people began to realize it was propaganda,

and to see that
the government was practicing a policy,

which they themselves called
collaboration with the enemy.

Slowly but surely,
people began to open their eyes,

and change their minds.

But this propaganda
still won over many new converts.

You know as well as I do
that anti-Semitism and Anglophobia

are never hard to stir up in France.

Even if reactions to such things
are dormant or stifled,

all it takes is one event, one incident,

one international crisis
or one Dreyfus affair,

for feelings we thought long gone
to suddenly re-emerge in full force,

for beliefs we thought dead
to be simply dormant.

Edouard Drumont was the first in France
to examine the Jewish question.

The Institute of Jewish Questions
celebrates his memory today.

Mr. Laville has agreed to say a few words.

Out of 100 Frenchmen of old stock,

at least 90 are pure white,
free of any other racial mixture.

This isn't true of the Jews.

The Jews are born of a mixture
which dates back thousands of years,

between Aryans, Mongols and Negroes.

Therefore, Jews have unique faces,
bodies, attitudes and gestures.

It is reassuring to see
that the public is interested

in studying the characteristics presented

in the morphological section
of �Jews and France.�

In October '40,
when I came home on leave,

I heard that a good friend of mine,
a teacher,

wasn't allowed to keep teaching that fall,

because his mother was Jewish,
making him half-Jewish.

I'd met Jews before,

but I treated them
the same as Catholics, Protestants,

or people with no religion in particular.

It wasn't a revolution yet,
but it did give me food for thought.

� Did you have any Jewish teachers?
� Let me see...

We did have one.

Yes, he was fired.

The same old story.
No one ever told us anything.

Listen, I think we should
make a little nuance here.

I think that when you take cases
like this teacher we mentioned,

I think that we tried,
to the best of our ability,

to get these people some work
tutoring and so forth.

We did that for another colleague, too.

Like you say, it wasn't much,
but we did have sympathy for them.

Did you really try?

Did every single teacher in Clermont
give in their resignation?

No way. You've no idea
what the mentality was like back then.

A collective resignation? Come on!

In 1940, Vichy came out
with the Jewish decrees.

In the small ads of Le Moniteur,
a local merchant announced

that he was 100% pure French.

Sir, are you Marius?

Yes, I'm Marius.

You're weighed down with medals.

I fought in World War I.

� They're all medals from WW I?
� That's right.

You must be a very brave man.

I followed the others. I did my duty.

When France was demobilized,

when France was defeated in the 2nd war,
how did you react?

We certainly weren't very happy.

As veterans of World War I,
the defeat affected us deeply.

Were there many Jewish stores?

Yes, there were.

So you must have seen a lot?

You could say that.
They all packed up their bags and left.

They went into exile.

And there weren't any arrests?

There were arrests everywhere.

And you saw them?

Yes, unfortunately.

Tell me, when what were called
�the Jewish decrees� came out,

apparently you took out an ad.

That's correct.

It was an ad in Le Moniteur.

You're certainly well-informed.

You see, sir, we were four brothers.

It was the solution I found,
as people thought we were Jews.

My name, Klein, sounds quite Jewish.

But I'm a Catholic.

And this was a real source of concern.
I had some problems because of that.

Four of my brothers fought in the war.
It was important that I tell people

that I am really French.

In other words, you wanted
your clients to know you weren't Jewish.

That is correct.

Why?

Because some said I was Jewish.

Jews were being arrested,
and they said we were Jewish.

Do you see?
I couldn't very well allow myself

to be labeled as a Jew since I'm a Catholic.

So that's why, as you said,
I took out an ad.

Four of my brothers fought in the war.
One was killed.

� The other three were imprisoned.
� But Jews fought in World War I, too.

That's true. I realize that.

I've never been a racist.

Jewish or Mahometan,
all that mattered to me

was that the man did his duty,

in which case,
he was as French as the rest of us.

You understand?

You weren't high on the priority list

of those persecuted by Hitler's regime.

But did you know any Jews,
Communists, or Freemasons who were?

I met more Jews than I'll ever meet again.

I had two girls working at the pharmacy,

who were considered to be evil
just because they were Jewish.

One was the daughter of an amazing man,
a Parisian polytechnician.

She was a pretty amazing girl herself.

The other was the daughter of Hirsch,
a colleague in Strasbourg.

Nobody wanted anything
to do with these girls.

He had warned every pharmacy
in Clermont not to hire these girls.

� Who is �he?�
� The pharmacy inspector.

The movie industry gave them a chance
to steal billions of francs.

Tannenzaft, better known as Nathan,
who in the eyes of the world,

was the ultimate symbol of French cinema,

has cost the public
nearly 700,000,000 francs.

Mr. Pierre Mend�s-France, did you enjoy
going to the movies back then?

I went to the movies because I enjoyed it,

but I had yet another reason,
as I had quickly discovered

that movie houses provided a refuge
which was both fun and comfortable,

you could sit down in a movie theater
at 3:00 in the afternoon,

and stay there in the darkness
for hours on end,

without anyone ever seeing you.

It was a great hiding place.
In many pre-war French movies,

there were Jewish actors
or Jewish directors.

And in the credits of these movies,
the Jewish names had been erased.

Today World News was able to film
a part of the trial

of the Jew Tannenzaft, Bernard Nathan.

Our presence clearly disturbed the accused
who wanted his privacy.

He raises an objection,
but is overruled by the court.

Go away. Leave me alone.

This is a tragedy, not a comedy!

The Germans were discreet about it,
but they wanted to see their movies.

There were operettas.
There were the first movies in color.

Some, like La Ville Dor�e,
weren't propaganda, others were.

Films like Le Juif Suss
were pure propaganda.

And the thing that I found most revolting

was that they weren't
only German productions,

which would have been understandable

since they had occupied us,

but that they were made with the blessing
of the French authorities,

on behalf of French organizations,
dubbed by French actors.

The events in this film
are based on historical fact.

At first, movie-goers probably thought
these movies were

just like any other German movie.

But people very quickly began to realize

that it was just typical propaganda,

in the worst sense of the word.

This led to a kind of strike among viewers.

Even those who weren't
especially interested in the Free French,

who had gotten into the habit
of seeing normal German movies,

were extremely revolted
and refused to have any part in it.

Gentlemen,
this Jew's criminal record shows nothing

of the suffering of our people
during his tyranny.

This is why I give the floor to the person
who has suffered most.

I ask for nothing.
You are the judges, not me.

Please, Sturm, you are the one
with the most right to judge him.

It is not my decision to take.

Suffering is too subjective.

It would be unfair.

However, I see an ancient article
of criminal law which applies:

�If ever a Jew commits a sin...

�If ever a Jew commits a sin of the flesh
with a Christian woman,

�he shall be publicly hung
without further ado.�

�If ever a Jew commits a sin of the flesh
with a Christian,

�he shall be publicly hung
without further ado,

�as punishment,
and as an example for all others.�

Have mercy! I've done nothing wrong!

I've always acted in the name of my savior!

It's not my fault
that your duke wanted to betray you!

I can fix everything, I swear. Everything!

Take all that I own. Take all my money.
But don't take my life!

I am innocent!

I'm just a poor Jew. Let me live.

I want to live!

I want to live! Live!

The State Council and I speak
for all Wurtemburgers in decreeing

that all Jews must leave Wurtemberg
in the next three days.

This is valid across the entire country.

This decree has been taken in Stuttgart
on February 4, 1738.

May our descendants remember this,

for in doing so, they will spare themselves
much pain and suffering,

and will keep their blood pure
of the influence of this accursed race.

THE END

There were only certain people
who actually enjoyed Le Juif Suss,

the anti-Semites who saw
their beliefs confirmed in the movie.

The collaborators would also see it.

Then there were those
who were taken by surprise.

I'd say that 80% of the people
who came to see Le Juif Suss

assumed it would be just like
any other light-hearted movie.

The German films weren't
particularly good.

However,
they featured many French film stars,

as Continental had made
many French films before the war.

Tino Rossi and the like
filmed at Continental.

As an artistic endeavor,
several actors are off to Germany.

At East Station,
we've spotted Albert Pr�jean.

Danielle Darrieux.

Suzy Delair.

Junie Astor.

Viviane Romance.

Dr. Karl Fr�hlich, president
of the German Cinema Corporation,

has invited them on a 12-day studio tour
of Vienna, Munich and Berlin.

Today Mr. Heydrich,
general of the S.S. And head of security,

was sent to Paris by Mr. Himmler,
chief of the S.S. And the police,

to officially install Mr. Oberg
in his new post in occupied territory.

Mr. Heydrich is president
of the International Criminal Police,

a commission to which
France has always belonged.

Mr. Heydrich visited Mr. Bousquet,
secretary general of the police,

and Mr. Hiller,
secretary general of administration.

He also had a chance
to see Mr. Dartier de Pellepoix,

in charge of Jewish Questions,
as well as Mr. De Brinon.

What was Paris like back then?

There were two sides to Paris.

There were those struggling to survive,

and there was high-society.

All we were missing was R�gine.

There's no doubt about it.

Everyone's ashamed to say it today,

but for some, life in Paris was great.

Maxim's and Le Boeuf sur le Toit
did a booming business.

The movie industry was in full swing.

From what I've heard,
actually, or so they say,

French films were so good then

because a certain category
of producers had fled to the States.

Many directors have gone on
to do very well in their careers,

but they forget what they said then.

Paris was a fun and crazy place.

Let me assure you that there were
some wild and crazy times back then.

All right, boys. This way.

We'll go straight to the source
to whet our whistles.

What happened to you in 1937?

You can't even begin to imagine.

� It's a long story.
� Be careful...

First give us a drink,
then we'll see what's up.

I think we're going to earn our drink today.

� Is that red wine?
� Yes, it's as Red as I am.

So what happened in here?

This cellar has seen everything.

The Resistance in Auvergne began here.

The night the first weapons arrived,
we met in this very cellar.

And we sang the Internationale.
We weren't Communists,

but as P�tain sang the Marseillaise,
we had to sing the Internationale.

You see, people attended
the raising of the colors reluctantly.

� Yet they still came?
� They had no choice.

It is in times like those
when you begin to realize

what people are really like.

� How do you mean?
� They were scared stiff.

With only a few exceptions.

� Was it really a risk not to come?
� Risk or no risk, they still came.

� So they thought there was a risk?
� They thought so.

I was under the impression
that there were quite a few students here

who ardently supported General de Gaulle.

For example,
there was the son of a colleague

whose name escapes me, among others.

What about among the teachers?

I really can't say
how many teachers supported him.

We were sympathetic
to the young people's cause,

but there wasn't the same enthusiasm...

the same enthusiasm
which was gaining momentum

among the young people.

Why do you think that is?
It often seems to be the case in life.

Young people are, in general,
more sincere and more dynamic.

They don't think things through.

I think it would be fair to say
that they are less cautious.

They are more open and friendly.
What do you think?

� They're not as scared.
� True.

Some of my students got caught.

I can't really say who.
Not so many, just a few of them.

In fact, many of them now have
streets named after them here.

There was Bacaud.

The street going to Fontvi�ge
is named after him.

� I taught this charming boy.
� He was in the Resistance?

These people,

as Dionnet was saying earlier,
had created a network.

We only found out about it later.

They continued to pretend
they were just your average students.

But we only found out about this later.

Perhaps Dionnet,
who was in the Resistance, knew.

What was it like for the others?

How did the others react
when someone's desk was empty?

I don't know. I can't remember.

When a student's parents were arrested,

and the son showed up at school
the next day, how did they react?

� I can't remember.
� How can you forget?

Can you remember?

No, I can't.

No specific examples.

I see some examples on the wall.

Those are our former students...

Aren't those the students
who died in World War I?

It says World War II.

I'm trying to remember, but I can't.

Clermont-Ferrand is giving
Marshal P�tain a warm welcome.

He has come to approve
the constitution of the Peasants' Union,

and the end of the winter crusade
for National Aid.

The head of state will then receive
the donations to National Aid

brought by peasants
from all over the region.

It is a symbolic ceremony
for the French mutual aid campaign.

A great day for France as our hearts
beat together in collective hope.