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Navigator to pilot. 5 minutes to target area.

Achtung!

Bombs away, sir.

Here's another load, you...

Bombs all away, sir.

Good work, men. Let's get out of here.

Hey, matrac...

We are approaching the town of romilly.

Thank you.

Mama.

Yes, darling?

Is it dad?

I'm not sure. You be quiet, darling.

Mother will be right back.

All right.

Pilot to bombardier. Open bomb bay doors.

Oh, Jean, darling...

Until we meet again.

You were to have gone with the wing commander, Mr. Manning,

but I happen to be rejoining my outfit not far from your own destination,

so they asked me to bring you down from London.

And what is my destin... Your what, sir?

Oh, nothing. I was about to ask what is my destination.

A military secret, no doubt.

Sorry, sir.

I'm lost, and I admit it.

Haven't the slightest idea where we are.

Not a signpost, not a marked road.

Somewhere near the channel, unless I miss my guess.

Even for a war correspondent,

this is pretty darn mysterious.

Interesting, though.

Here we are, sir.

Really? Yes, sir.

We're at an airdrome?

Yes, sir. The base of the famous squad victoire.

I can't believe it. Where are the barracks,

the wind sleeves, the tarmac runs?

How do they operate here?

Surprising, isn't it? The French make out quite nicely.

They're an intensely practical people, sir.

Will you get out, sir? Right.

This is headquarters. I'll stow your bag, sir.

Thank you. You mind if I take a look?

Not at all, sir.

Well. I must say, I'm surprised.

This is something new in my experience of military airdromes.

To think that all these incredible bombings

come from a quiet place like this.

I suppose those cows are squadron mascots.

Yes, sir. They've brought us any amount of luck.

They're English, of course, merely on loan to the frenchmen,

as they couldn't very well bring their own cows with them.

Jerseys, sir. The milk is excellent, if you care for milk.

Seems a strange environment for one of the deadliest squadrons in the service.

The quiet, you mean?

Yeah. Well, the French don't mind it.

As a matter of fact, they rather enjoy it.

It has a way of livening up a bit

from time to time. And now, if I may, sir,

I'll take you to the liaison officer

between the free French squadron and our own... captain fresene.

Come in.

Glad to see you, Hastings.

I've brought Mr. Manning. Mr. Manning, captain fresene.

You're very welcome, Mr. Manning.

Thank you.

Well, I... I'll leave you in each other's good hands.

But you must stay to dinner. There's a place laid for you.

Sorry, sir. Have to push on. Orders.

Well, good-bye, sir. I'll have your bag put in your bunk.

Thank you. Good night.

Thank you, Hastings.

Au revoir, captain.

Good luck to you. Would you like to take your coat off?

I would. Thanks.

Aperitifs will be in.

Or would you prefera cocktail?

Oh, no. That's all right. Thanks.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Captain fresene, the purpose of my visit here...

Oh, I know the purpose of your visit.

Word came this afternoon from the air ministry.

You've come to see some French traitors, as monsieur laval would call us.

No, captain. I've come to see some free frenchmen,

to get to know them and to write about them for my news syndicate.

I think we can do with all the understanding we can scrape together

in these touchy times.

Well, you can see a few of us here.

There's certainly more of them.

Thank you.

Do you think that marshal petain

considers you as traitors as well as Pierre laval?

Evidently.

And yet I try to be charitable

in my judgments, Mr. Manning.

I try to remember that marshal petain's an old man now

and in the hands of barbarians.

Vo tre sante.

You've seen him these late years?

No, but I did once... years ago during the battle of verdun.

He visited our squadron, which was then at the foot of the argonne.

You were flying in the last war?

Yes. I was a pilot in the escadrille Lafayette.

Ah, the escadrille Lafayette!

You must have done your training with us, Mr. Manning!

Why, we're old comrades.

Here. Come and have some dinner.

I, too, was a pilote de chasse

in squad 26 of the second group.

Many times did I see the Indian head insignia of your squadron on patrol.

Now we meet for the first time.

Had I known you were an old pilote of our service,

we would've messed with the squadron.

Oh, that's all right. Perhaps I can see them later.

Why, of course. They're in that room.

Have you noticed? Not a sound from them.

Remember the old days?

The laughter, the gay talk in every mess,

phonograph going full tilt? Now, poor devils...

Well, we're all right, we free frenchmen, but we find it hard to be merry.

I understand they're bombers.

American flying fortresses.

Though we did begin here 3 years ago with a few of our own.

They crossed the channel as a unit the day the armistice was signed.

And you came with them?

My dear Mr. Manning, you flatter me.

I'm getting along, and I'm blind in one eye.

No, no, I'm nothing but a liaison officer,

and I reached england by another route.

Groupes a, d, et g,

rassemblement au poste du commandement.

Groupes a, d, et g,

rassemblement au poste du commandement.

J'ecoute.

They're going out now,

just to remind the borsch of our existence.

Soon as we've finished, I'll take you down to the hangars, if you like.

Thanks. I'd like to very much.

Mind the step.

Just over the rise and you can see them.

Great heavens. What is this?

Planes being pulled out of barns?

A haystack for a control tower?

Is this the same place I saw when I came in?

Do you doubt it?

The hedges are gone, the trees are gone,

and the fields have become runways.

I don't doubt that. That's simple. It's just magic.

But there's one thing I can't understand. What's that?

Where are the cows?

They've taken them in the hangars.

They lead the cows in and lead the planes out. Come on.

They're going as the spearhead of the attack tonight.

They're going to light up a target for the others.

Do they know it, that they'll take

the murderous part of the pounding?

They'll give some in their turn.

When I think of what they have to meet in the air and from the ground...

We can be glad we were flying 20-odd years ago.

Yeah.

Will you excuse me a moment, please?

Of course.

Again?

Yes. Tonight's a special occasion,

sort of an anniversary.

I understand.

You have my permission.

Good luck.

Thank you, sir.

All aircraft, proceed to takeoff positions.

All aircraft, proceed to takeoff positions.

Over.

"V" for Victor. "V."

You may take off.

"V" for Victor. "V." You may take off.

"N" for Norman. Take off. Good hunting.

There. Now we can breathe easy for a few hours,

have a smoke. As for them...

What's the destination tonight, or is that a military secret?

Now they're in the air, it's not. Berlin again.

Good. How many?

Over 2,000 bombers over the target tonight.

2,000. Great heavens.

Matrac will like that.

I've been thinking about those men,

those grim, determined faces... especially that gunner,

the man you spoke to just before the takeoff.

I can't get him out of my mind.

I feel I've seen him somewhere before.

Matrac. He impressed you.

I've never seen a stronger face or a stranger one.

Not a fellow to take liberties with, I should say.

No. I could tell you a story about him I've never told anyone.

Would you care to hear it?

By all means, captain.

For the moment, I'll have to ask you

to keep it off the record, as you journalists say.

It's for your private ear. Later, I think, it might be told.

This is the story of a little group of whom matrac was one.

For many years, they suffered every pain, humiliation,

and indignity that men can have heaped upon him.

I changed to meet these...

Well, we'll let that come in its place.

To begin, I'll have to take you far away from here.

The outbreak of the war brought orders for my return to France

from service in New Caledonia.

I was forced to take passage on the ville de Nancy,

bound for Marseille with a cargo of nickel ore.

The ville de Nancy was one of those venerable tramps

which wallow across the backwaters of the world

year after year.

She wore the customary coat of rust-streaked black paint.

We had a good breton skipper... captain marlowe...

Who knew his way around the 7 seas

as a blind man knows his own room.

Also 2 decent mates who idolized their captain.

The companionship of such men

did much to keep the tedium of the long, slow voyage

from being too oppressive.

And sometimes, there were songs of home from the forecastle.

Our crew was made up of hard-bitten, salty old-timers,

who may have been no better than they should be,

but were French to a man.

For stokers and coal passers,

we had the scum of the earth...

Mongrel dregs from every port in the tropics,

dominated bya chief engineer cut to the same pattern.

As there were but 3 cabin passengers,

we all messed at the captain's table.

The seat of honor was filled... very amply...

By a major duval of the infantrie coloniale.

He was a dominating, narrow-minded martinet,

who had proved his courage in the last war

and had learned nothing since.

With him was his aide, lieutenant lenois.

He hung on duval's every word,

a typical yes-man.

These...

The first and second mates

and the chief engineer... Made up our official family.

Oh, yes. There was one other...

A treacherous youth, Jordan by name,

who proved to be the wireless officer.

Latest bulletin, sir.

"A day of comparative quiet was enjoyed on the maginot line.

"From the German fortification across the river,

"the Nazi radio broadcast an appeal to the French soldiers

"to lay down their arms and refuse to spill their blood

"in a useless fight for the decadent democracies.

"Some martial music was also broadcast by the Nazis,

"and the loyal French soldiers

are understood to have booed."

What kind of a war is this?

Soldiers say "boo"? Soldiers of France?

I'm a soldier. I fight. Do I say "boo"?

I can... listening to music. Is this war?

I can... or is it a band concert?

Kindly allow the commandant to speak.

I beg your pardon.

I can tell you what kind of a war.

The Germans are afraid. They're afraid of our maginot line.

Brilliant, mon commandant. The whole truth in a nutshell.

That's right. They know that no power on earth can break through it.

What are we going to do, sit there indefinitely?

Yes. We'll sit there indefinitely,

and even longer, if that is necessary.

That is what soldiers are for... to hold the line.

I say the maginot line is invincible.

I say the ziegfried line is invincible.

And what is that but stalemate? Where does it get us?

Fresene, I think I'm going to like you.

Victory comes with endurance. It came the last time,

and it'll come again to the army that outlasts its opponent,

to the army that holds its lines 5 minutes longer.

And that army will be the French army

because its officers will make it hold,

because they'll hold their men in place

by means of cast-iron discipline.

And what if the maginot line is outflanked?

Forgive me, sir, but I've always understood that in a democracy,

even a soldier has the right to think.

Discipline is more essential than thought to a combat officer.

An army's not a debating society.

Thinking is done for them by experts.

I trust the captain does not believe himself wiser

than marshal petain and the general staff.

The British have a general staff,

and it seems to feel as I do.

Our allies have no such blind faith in the maginot line.

That is because they did not build it.

They're jealous of French genius.

A nation of shopkeepers.

They wanted to sell us the cement.

Very well said, mon commandant.

Do not mention the British. The word offends me.

The British will fight.

Oh, yes, to the last drop of French blood.

Only last week, the commandant said exactly the same thing.

Only last month the same words were invented

in the office of herr Dr. Goebbels in Berlin.

Are you accusing me of disloyalty?

Or is it me you accuse, sir?

Please. Let's not accuse anyone...

Neither our traveling companions

nor our allies.

Very well. I accept your apology.

If you ask for my opinion, just Mark my words.

Time always proves I'm right.

Fresene: This was the atmosphere

in which I was destined to make a voyage halfway around the globe.

By the time we'd reached Panama,

the world we'd known was falling apart.

The maginot line was outflanked.

The invincible French army was on the run.

Events were happening with alarming swiftness.

"Maginot line flanked."

It's the fault of our allies! British civilians.

What did I tell you?

They let our line get flanked.

France can curse the day

she let herself get mixed up with foreign alliances.

Sir?

No!

Fresene: Passing through the Panama canal,

the ville de Nancy set her helm for Marseille.

2 days out of colon, the wireless buzzed continuously.

The air was full of the news of torpedoings and hostile raiders.

Ahoy! The bridge!

Submarine!

Where away?

20 degrees starboard, sir!

Sound the alarm.

What do you see?

Some sort of suspicious craft. Can't be sure.

Man the guns. Aye, aye, sir.

Hold the fire. Aye, sir.

They'll have a torpedo in our belly any minute!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Well?

It's no sub.

Well, it's a craft of some sort, isn't it? A boat?

Ora canoe.

See there!

That's a man.

He's alive.

Probably survivors from some torpedoed ship.

Hard starboard.

Hard starboard.

Man: Hard starboard.

Steady.

Stop.

Lower a boat.

Lower away!

Faster! Faster!

Lower away.

Easy with them, men!

Pretty far gone.

God bless you. Merci.

I needed that.

We've been without food for 20 days.

Without water for 5.

Then I won't plague you with questions right now.

Put these men in the aft house.

Set up the extra cots.

Aye, sir.

Hurry. Right away.

Open up that door.

Come on.

Easy, now.

Tell them to bring them some broth.

Then let them sleep. And you might ask the men

if they can spare them some clothes.

Aye, sir.

Come on.

Captain marlowe, what is your opinion of these fellows?

Are they French?

One of them is at least, but what would they be doing in an Indian canoe?

They are not seamen. That's plain.

If we were off the African coast,

I'd wager 10 t01 that they were deserters

from one of our disciplinary battalions.

Don't you say so, major?

No, I do not. Since we are not off the African coast,

you're reasoning lacks something of being brilliant.

Learn to examine the facts, man. Use your eyes.

Captain fresene, perhaps you can do better.

If you want the facts, you'd better let the men explain for themselves.

I will and hear a pack of lies.

Condemn them without a hearing. Isn't that unfair?

No, it is not unfair because I know who they are.

You mean, you've seen them before?

No, I never saw them before this morning,

but that is immaterial since I have certain modest deductive powers.

Lenois was on the right track,

though he lacked the logic to carry through.

These fellows have the convict look about them.

Some of them may have served in the disciplinary battalions,

but not recently.

Gentlemen, beyond a shadow of a doubt,

they are fugitives from devil's island.

From cayenne?

Impossible.

We are at least 1,500 miles from cayenne.

You mean to tell me they have made such a voyage

in that small open canoe?

You don't know these fellows, marlowe... the type, I mean.

I was stationed in cayenne a dozen years ago.

I learned the smell of the convict.

A more depraved and desperate set of scoundrels

cannot be found.

No matter what your opinion,

I suggest we hear what they have to say for themselves.

As you wish.

I shall be amused at their lies and by exposing them.

We'll see, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

Come to attention, you men.

You, too.

Haven't you been taught to stand in the presence of officials?

Never mind. This is a free ship and not an armed compound.

I think we can all be seated.

Thank you, sir.

Well, you men seem to be a long way from home.

Oui, mon capitaine.

You're French, the lot of you?

Yes, sir.

What's your name?

Renault.

Perhaps these men will now tell us

who they are and where they come from.

Willingly, sir.

They are gold miners from Venezuela.

3 of us that were born in France

are naturalized Venezuelans.

The other two were born in Venezuela of French parentage.

I see. Where?

Well, we were working a placer claim,

300 miles up a branch of the orinoco.

Doubtless you've never been there, sir.

It's deep in the jungle.

You reach it only by canoe.

We heard of the war only 2 months ago.

Must be a wilderness that place.

Oh, yes, sir. It's terrible.

There's no, uh, no radio, no settlement,

no civilization within 100 miles.

How did the news reach you?

Just by chance, captain.

You see, there are Indian rubber gatherers in that region.

Well, 3 of them just coming in from the coast

stopped at our camp. Remember?

Uh-huh.

Well, so, uh, we bought a few supplies from them,

among other things an ax wrapped in a Caracas newspaper.

Oh, many months old.

What paper was that?

The ca ra ca s dia rio.

I even remember the date, November 3rd.

The first news of the war we heard

told us of a raid from the maginot line in alsace.

And you were interested.

Naturally, sir. We are frenchmen just like yourselves.

We wanted to go home and fight.

Likely. You, what's your name?

Matrac.

Obviously, you are the leader. Suppose you tell us.

I'll speak for my friend.

Speak when you're spoken to.

Huh? Sit down. Sit down.

Well, go on.

We have no leader, we're all equal. We're a group of free men.

You. You wish to speak to us now.

Thank you, sir.

You were incredulous over our attempt to return to France,

and I don't wonder.

Because it was an adventure

that only the deepest feelings of patriotism could inspire.

All we had, sir, was our little canoe.

Together with 200 ounces of gold dust.

Our plan was to sail westward

to where we could catch a boat for Panama

and from there to France,

but, uh, we were upset bya huge swell.

And the iron box that contained the gold and our passports were lost.

We righted the boat and went on nevertheless.

And from then on, we were lost.

Helpless.

Mon commandant, my word of honor,

all this happened 3 weeks before you sighted us.

You're one of the naturalized Venezuelans?

Yes, sir.

Where was your home there?

Silla bolivar.

You, at the back there.

Como se llama usted?

Jorge gerou, a sus ordenes.

So, you didn't catch him. His accent is perfect.

And you have no papers of any sort.

No proof of identity.

No, sir. As marias so truthfully told,

they're all at the bottom of the orinoco.

I see. All at the bottom of the orinoco river.

Yes.

Very good. Very convenient.

Or is it? We shall see.

Do you have any further questions, captain marlowe?

No, commandant. You've asked quite enough questions for all of us.

Yes, I think I've been thorough.

Have everything you need here?

Thank you, captain.

Yes. Captain. You've been more than good to us.

Fine.

Well, commandant, I'm afraid they spoiled your evening.

Their stories seem perfectly plausible

and straightforward to me.

Plausible, sir? It was a structure of transparent falsehoods.

Ialways trust my instincts, sir, never what men tell me.

Especially convicts.

All convicts are liars.

The commandant has said it.

I don't believe a word of their story.

Captain marlowe, I've come to a decision regarding those rogues.

You have?

Yes. In the first place, you allow too much freedom.

What do you propose I should do?

Turn them over to the police, of course,

the moment we arrive in Marseille.

If they're honest men, as you so naively suppose, they have nothing to fear.

Anything else?

In the meantime, they are to be locked up in the brig.

Captain marlowe as the ranking representative

of the army of France, I demand it.

I'm glad you remember to call me captain.

No one will be locked up on my ship while I command.

The man's becoming insufferable.

Fortunately, his word will not be the final one

when we get to Marseille.

You're absolutely right, mon commandant.

The man is insufferable.

What's our speed?

10112 knots, 180 revolutions, sir.

Full speed and 195 revolutions.

Aye, aye, sir.

I want to reach the danger zone by nightfall.

Full speed, 195 revolutions.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Very fine day.

Any day that takes us closer to France is a fine day.

I wonder... on your account, I mean.

I was coming here to tell you...

To warn you men of something.

Commandant duval is of the opinion

that you and your friends have escaped from cayenne.

Some of the others, too.

I wouldn't be fair if I didn't tell you

that I've come to the same conclusion myself.

Will you wait here a moment, please?

Will you come in, please?

Sit down.

Thank you.

Captain, Renault's told us what you said,

and we've been talking here together.

There's nothing to do. It's true.

We're convicts escaped from cayenne.

Uh, we're frenchmen. Convicts or not, we can kill Germans.

What is more important than that?

Shut up. What do you know about it?

We're as good frenchmen as a lot who have never been sent to cayenne?

We are not soft, us convicts.

We can kill Germans.

Keep out of this, petit.

Why have you told us this, captain?

To put you on your guard.

You're for us, then.

Yes. France needs men.

You see, I told you he would be for us.

Even if we are convicts?

What does that matter?

I guess it's time you heard our story.

Tell him, Renault.

Yes, but what shall I begin with?

With whom shall I begin?

Now, petit, he is from provence.

What caused him to become a convict?

It was the love of a farmer for his land.

You are right.

I farmed the land my father farmed

and his father before him.

My wife and I planted as the seasons went by.

And then the government came and they built a dam.

They flooded all my land.

I guess I went kind of crazy.

He ran to the control station and attempted to smash the machinery.

When the employees tried to seize him,

he... he maimed several and killed one.

The government let me off easy.

Instead of being guillotined, I was transported for life to Guyana.

Do you know French Guyana?

It's the most corrupt and neglected of all our colonies.

There in the steamy Equatorial climate,

there are 5 or 6,000 men just like us,

struggling against the heavy undergrowth

in the very depths of the jungle.

Slaves, half-naked in the forest.

Tortured by heat and humidity,

mosquitoes, fever, rotten food.

Men die, or else go insane.

Here you might have found petit laboring to build a road.

I will tell you about this road.

The convicts call it "road zero"

because it will never exist.

Already it has been under construction

for more than half a century.

And for that, there is exactly 16 miles to show.

And for those 16 miles, there's one dead convict for every yard.

Not far from where petit worked,

you might have run across gerou.

Working in a mahogany camp.

Formerlya mechanic and a professional racer of motor cars,

he had killed his sweetheart during a lovers' quarrel.

In certain circles, it was considered crude of him

to accomplish this end with an ax.

Well, of course, since then gerou has reformed.

He's learned discipline. Haven't you?

Cayenne is a very good school for that.

And now, as a pleasant diversion,

may I please introduce myself.

As you may have already discovered, mon capitaine,

I'm a very clever man and sensitive.

Sensitive down to my fingertips.

In fact, these fingers made me the best safecracker in Paris

and a virtuoso among the pickpockets.

Oh, they had such a delicate touch,

and from the purses of the rich they brought forth

brilliant symphonies as from a piano.

Your story is a delightful diversion, my friend.

Mon capitaine?

But one doesn't tell a glib story with a dry tongue.

You'll find a bottle of cognac in my cabin.

Thank you. Uh, what else might I find?

I'll take a chance.

Adieu.

Now, tell me about yourself.

I'm a deserter of the army of France.

In the last war, at the age of 16, I enlisted.

3 months later, I ran away.

I discovered a terrible thing about myself.

I was a coward.

Later, I went to Morocco to enlist in the foreign legion

in an effort to redeem myself, but I got arrested.

You see, even a deserter and convict can love his country, captain.

Can you imagine then my feelings

when during the long years of my imprisonment,

I had to watch every morning the tricolor being raised.

Soon I discovered that there was another

who every morning looked at the flag,

the sight of which seemed to him like...

Like a benediction, like a sacrament.

I came to feel a strange kinship with this man.

Because every morning, we did the same thing at the same time.

The convicts, we called him grand-pere.

He was a libere, a free man.

That is, he had served his sentence,

but was not permitted to leave the colony.

Since cayenne offers no employment for free men,

the lot of these liberes was hopeless.

But grand-pere was more resourceful than most.

He became a catcher of butterflies,

for which the guyanes are famous.

The goods he made from these, he sold to the tourists,

and the butterflies themselves to collectors.

Thus, franc by franc, and sous by sous,

grand-pere was able to put together a little sum

for grand-pere to plan and to hope.

The same plan and hope of all of us...

Escape.

Hold it, you.

This is a closed road.

We're not guarding butterflies.

I heard there was a special big kind up here.

I forgot it was a toll road.

Hey, these are cheap cigarettes.

They won't be when you sell them to the convicts.

Another!

Hi, grand-pere.

Bon jour.

How is it with you and your butterflies?

How is it with you and your mosquitoes?

I wish they were pigs of Germans.

What did you say?

Just what I said.

The old man asked you a civil question, petit.

I said I wish I was in France

killing pigs of Germans instead of mosquitoes.

You mean that you'd fight for our country if you were free?

Sooner than most, I swear it.

Not sooner than me. There is only one thing

I hate more than a guard, and that's a Nazi.

How about you?

What are you, a recruiting officer?

Or is this a cross-examination?

I'm just asking him. Well?

I'm a patriot, to answer your question.

And my friend over there, marias, he's a patriot, too.

You see over there by the guard.

He is very clever. Everything there is to know about bribery,

marias knows.

He would be a very useful man if one were planning an escape.

Maybe.

There is no escape. Don't talk about it.

It's silly if you even listen.

The old man just played games with our mind, that's all.

But I have heard he has money. Lots of it.

Huh?

Well, that's different.

That's something else again, eh, marias?

That would be different.

You there.

This fellow got lost in the swamp.

I told him he could spend the night with you.

Oh, welcome to this hotel.

We're crowded already.

Thank you. Thank you, my friends.

What are you doing here?

I paid the sergeant for your company,

and I brought you a present.

What is all this talk about being lost?

There had to be an excuse.

You said you would fight for France,

so she must mean something to you

in spite of your being here.

I thought it would be nice to drink together and talk about home.

Oh, that's a crazy idea.

I think about my home all the time.

My farm and my old woman.

Yes, a farm is good.

There is nothing better than the good French soil.

Oh, I'd take Paris any day.

Montmartre to Moulin Rouge,

and the women.

The women.

Paris isn't France.

I like the open country.

Long, wide roads and green trees.

The most beautiful place in the world.

For me, France will always be the great tradition.

Versailles, Joan of arc,

statues and monuments,

Napoleon sleeping in greatness in the invalides,

place vendome.

A tradition that was too big for a boy of 16

and was ashamed to find himself a coward.

If it were to cost my life,

it would be a small price to pay to redeem myself.

I would fight and die gladly to make France free.

Who wouldn't?

I'm past 65,

but if I can make sure that there are 4 frenchmen at least

who feel as I do about our country,

who, if they had the chance, would fight for France,

if I can convince myself to believe you, I might...

You might what?

I might, even though I'm an old man,

still find a way to serve my country.

But tell me again, if you were in France...

We would fight.

But what kind of talk is this?

We're not in France. We're in this stinking hole.

What do we do, grow wings to fly with,

or do we walk across the Atlantic?

A canoe might be bought.

A canoe might float down the river to the sea.

A ship might be boarded...

Listen, old man, if you're joking with us...

I'm not joking.

I want to be sure that you're the men.

How many have you talked to before?

Can I take a chance on you?

Are you lying to me?

Have you the courage to beat the river and the sea?

Well, if we haven't, I know one who has.

And if he would be with us... you know him.

His name is matrac.

Can he get us through the swamp?

That is the main thing.

I know the swamp like my own hand,

but the river and the sea?

Matrac knows the ocean.

He escaped once in a canoe to Venezuela,

but they sent him back.

But is this man a patriot?

Yes, he is a patriot.

A greater patriot than any of us can ever hope to be.

I swear it. He fought the Nazis long before there was a war.

It was in 1938, during the Munich crisis.

Daladier has just returned by plane from Munich

where he, a frenchman, betrayed France to the enemy.

That's fantastic enough in all conscience,

but an even more fantastic thing

has just happened right here at the airport.

You getting that?

Go ahead.

Instead of being torn to pieces by an outraged mob,

the mob welcomed him home a hero.

It's unbelievable. From where I'm phoning,

I can see the litter of flowers on the runway

where the crowd pelted him.

Not with stones, mind you, but with flowers.

It's incredible, unbelievable.

Raoul.

Can you print that, please?

Jean, please get out!

Jean! Jean!

Jean, it's no use!

Everything I worked for, smashed to bits.

Did you see them, the police?

The dirty fascist flunkies.

Oh, Jean, it may be hard right now,

but you must remember that there are still frenchmen

who believe in the things we believe in.

They stood there, just stood there, watching.

Just to make sure a good job was done.

Darling, you've been driving yourself too hard.

You need some rest.

I know... romilly.

You said you wanted to go back there someday.

Romilly?

Yes, remember?

Remember where it was we first met?

Mm-hmm. Right over there, beyond that bend.

Here's the very spot.

You were wearing one of those big, floppy yellow hats

and a basket on your arm.

Is that all? Must have been a warm day.

How long has it been, Jean?

Well, when I think of what's happened,

it seems like a century.

Well, don't think about it.

You know, you're a lot prettier now than you were then.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Wonder why we never thought about getting married?

Oh, I've thought of it, Jean, very often.

But I had a rival.

Huh?

France.

Oh. Well, that's ancient history.

Think it's too late?

How is Phillipe these days?

I'm sorry, monsieur.

If you don't ask, I won't complain about it.

His 2 sons are both soldiers.

Monsieur thinks there will be another war?

Will be? We've already lost the first 3 battles:

The rhineland, Vienna, and Munich.

But in a military way.

Jean, no politics.

Madame is right... no politics.

Tonight, a full night.

J'j' someday, I'll meet you again j'j'

j'j' tell me where, tell me when j'j'

j'j' someday, I'll meet you again j'j'

j'j' and I'm yours until then j'j'

j'j' each night, I wish on a star n“

j'j' that you'll stay as you are j'j“

j'j' you have my heart j'j'

j'j' but my heart wonders when j'j'

j'j' we'll meet again j'j'

J'j' mmm-mmm, ah-ah-ahh... j'j'

I guess I can still bend my knees.

They won't crack.

Waltz, Rosalie?

Me oui.

J'j' you have my heart... j'j'

happy?

To us.

Together... always.

It's funny how much more you can say

with a few bars of music

than a basketful of words.

Bonjour, mademoiselle.

Jean, let's go.

Why? What's the matter? Nothing.

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

Oh, I'm just a little tired from shopping.

All right.

You're a funny girl.

Just about get unpacked and settled down,

you wanna pack up and run away again.

I'm going to get my wedding trip in while I can.

Jean, remember the boat trip

we said we'd take someday?

You wanted to do a series of stories on South America.

Yes... Guatemala, Peru.

Seems like a long time ago.

You know, we could still do it.

We could get visas in Marseille for Portugal

and sail from...

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Crazy kids.

Oh, I can't go on.

Oh, you can look now. Come on.

They missed us by that much.

I can't go on...

Oh, come on.

I tell ya, it's all over.

Nobody got hurt.

It's not that, Jean.

What are you talking about?

Darling, you've got to get away.

They're looking for you.

Who's looking for me?

What are you talking about?

The police.

You're wanted, Jean, for murder.

Yes.

There.

I'm not gonna run away.

There still must be some justice left in France.

But, Jean, don't you see

the same people who can pay for riots and killing

can hire courts, judges, and juries?

They can't get away with it, the dirty, murdering...

Oh, please, darling, if you love me...

There's still room for the truth.

But you can't print the truth on a smashed press.

No, but I can still talk.

I'm going back and stand trial. I've got to.

But you won't prove anything.

You'll get yourself killed.

I want you to fight, Jean, not be a martyr.

It's not just us... our lives...

It's the life of our country.

If we get away... go to america, somewhere...

We can do something about it.

We can shout the truth

and tell people what's going on.

Jean, please.

All right... we'll go.

Jean...

Jean... are you awake?

Jean!

Here iam, out here.

Oh, darling... I was so frightened.

I couldn't sleep.

I tried not to wake you.

Man: Ii ...Tell me where, tell me when j'j'

j'j' someday, I'll meet you again j'j'

j'j' and I'm yours until then j'j'

j'j' each night, I'll wish on a star n“

j'j' that you'll stay as you are... n“

Jean matrac?

Yes.

You are under arrest.

For the crime of inciting a riot

and for complicity in the events

which led to the death of one raoul doulet,

and for other traitorous acts against the republic of France,

I sentence you to 15 years

in the penal colony of Guyana.

Jean!

I'll be waiting.

I'll be waiting.

Can you doubt that this man is a patriot?

No. He is a great patriot.

He's the man to lead us...

But where is he?

Where can we find him?

He's in solitary.

He will be there for another 2 months.

What was his offense?

Well, there was a letter

from someone very dear to him at home.

One of the guards made a dirty joke

and dropped the letter in the mud...

So matrac knifed him.

2 months.

Men have gone mad in the chateau in 2 days.

Not matrac.

Marias could get word to him of our plans.

Sure. And he would be worth waiting for,

even if it were 2 years.

Renault: Here on St. Joseph's isle,

is a building like nothing else in the world.

One can go mad in these pits...

Nothing to see except blank walls.

Nothing to think about except escape.

No sound except the beat of one's own pulse.

Slowly, one's mind... like one's body and soul... gives way.

Then when this happens,

one is put on the mad side of the barracks.

Until this happens, one may remain in the cells of the other half,

where men are not mad, but only going mad.

Here, for long months, had been matrac,

the man I had sworn was a patriot.

Because of his intense and fiery nature,

imprisonment was especially bitter to matrac.

But somehow, slowly and bitterly,

the days of his solitary confinement went by.

Jean: Frenchjusflce...

Beautiful, decadent France...

Country that gave birth to a bunch of rotten fascist panderers.

I hate France.

He's talking to himself all the time now.

He'll soon be crazy like the rest of them.

Not me, my friend.

You will pay special attention to monsieur matrac.

He's a famous person,

friend of politicians.

He has influence, as you see.

And you're as rotten as the French that pays you.

If any letters come for monsieur matrac,

you will see they are delivered at once.

Monsieur matrac does not like to be kept waiting.

Now you'll get it.

Incorrigible...

Matrac.

Marias.

Hey! What are you doing there?

Nothing.

Renauh: This then was the man we had selected to lead us.

By the time he had returned from the rock,

everything was in readiness.

Clever marias had even gotten himself assigned keeper of our barracks.

Grand-pere was waiting for us with the canoe

in the swamps of the maroni.

This was the night. Everything was in readiness.

With any luck at all...

Not before 10:00.

I'm going, too.

Where?

With you.

There's no room.

Unless I go, I squeal.

All right, bijou, you go.

Renault: We waited in semi-darkness.

9:00...

9:30...

5 minutes to 10:00...

One minute to10:00...

Aaaah!

Bijou!

Where is bijou? I don't see him.

He changed his mind.

Hi, grand-pere. Grand-pere.

You made it.

No, we didn't. We are still back in the barracks.

Save your jokes.

So, you're grand-pere.

And you are matrac.

I'm glad you're going to lead us back to fight for our country.

Well, we better shove off.

Hey, be careful with that paddle.

Each time you splash, we ship water.

I can't help it. The boat is overloaded.

We have to bail now, what's going to happen

when we hit the rough water of the ocean?

Stop yapping.

We'll have to take that chance.

It's getting light.

We'll get off the river

and hide out on that sand spit,

put out to sea tonight.

4... 5...

We are one too many.

Yes. If bijou had come on board,

we'd all be at the bottom of the river by now.

I know what the rest of you are thinking...

I am the heaviest.

That's right. Well, it's hard luck, petit,

but you're elected. Isn't he, matrac?

What? Leave petit, when we are going home to kill Germans?

What do you say to that, grand-pere?

Whoever stays, it can't be him.

But he weighs more than any of us.

So he does.

Speak up, grand-pere. It's your canoe.

That's right. If it wasn't for grand-pere,

none of us would be going.

And who did he speak to first?

Not to you. You weren't even there.

What's that got to do with it?

I'm smaller than any of you.

Even gerou weighs a good 10 pounds more than I do.

You weigh enough to lighten the canoe all that's needed.

Yeah? And who got the word to matrac?

Shut up, the bunch of you.

You...

Well, grand-pere?

Lads, petit is going...

And the rest of you with him.

It's me that stays.

Let him finish.

What's the idea?

Well, you see, lads, it's this way.

For 35 years, I've thought that the one hope of my life was to escape.

Yeah, that's what I've thought.

And when this came, it looked like my last chance.

I'd never have another.

But when it gets right down to it,

I suddenly find that I am afraid of the sea.

Yeah, I'm scared. That's the plain truth.

I thought I'd have enough courage to make this voyage,

but... I see now, I haven't.

You're lying, grand-pere.

You, a coward?

I would swap my guts for yours any day.

All right, maybe I could stand the voyage,

if it came right down to it,

but the fact is... I've changed my mind.

I don't want to go.

This place is kind of a home to me now.

I'd miss it.

You lie, grand-pere.

Listen to me.

You, too, matrac.

It's my canoe.

Who goes in my canoe is up to me to say.

And I say it's you that goes and me that stays.

I'm past 65. I'm too old to fight.

That was the idea of getting away, wasn't it?

Or was it?

I've got your promise on that.

I think I'd like to have it again, kind of formal.

Not just... nods,

but words like you would speak in church maybe.

You want us to say our beads?

Shut up, marias.

What words?

I don't exactly know, when it comes down to it.

I'll have to make them up as I go along.

First, get up, all of you.

Raise your right hand, that's to begin with.

This is between you and me.

Now, first you say, "I," and then your name.

All: I...

Promise that I will do everything in my power...

Promise that I will do everything in my power...

To reach France, our country...

To reach France, our country...

Our mother country we love

in fair weather or foul.

Our mother country we love

in fair weather or foul.

I promise to fight for her...

I promise to fight for her...

To the last drop of my blood.

To the last drop of my blood.

I guess that's all...

Except to get in the boat

and not waste any more of this good wind.

Good luck.

Good luck.

Good luck.

So you see, we have gone through quite something

to get this far, captain.

Nobody is going to make us turn back now...

If only for the little old man

who didn't get to come with us.

Yes. Grand-pere's the real hero of our story.

I agree with you.

That was a good oath

you swore with the old man.

I wouldn't want to be the one to break it.

It will not be broken.

We trust each other.

Well, we've talked all night.

You men should get some sleep.

Wait. Are you going to help us?

Yes. I'll speak to captain marlowe.

He agrees with me that no soldier's unwelcome to France.

All hands on deck!

All hands on deck!

All hands on deck!

All hands on deck!

Men...

I have just received a wireless message

which is of concern to all of us.

"June 23rd. France,

"under the leadership of marshal petain

"has signed an armistice with Germany.

"According to reports, an emergency government has been set up in vichy

"that's negotiating with the Germans.

"It is agreed the Nazis will occupy the capital

and that Hitler will make a triumphant entry into Paris."

I will not try to express the common feelings of all of us

on this... blackest day in the history of our motherland.

As further details are received,

they will be posted on the bulletin board.

You will now carry on with your duties.

I'll take the wheel.

Yes, sir.

Well?

I'm worried, captain fresene.

I want your advice.

About what?

If I follow my orders and go to Marseille,

you see what would happen.

My ship and her cargo would fall into hands that are friendly to Berlin.

You can imagine how delighted the Germans would be

with a gift of 6,000 tons of nickel ore.

Yeah.

Well, they're not going to get it

or the ville de Nancy, either.

When the watch changes,

I'm altering our course for england.

Fine.

What about duval?

He's to know nothing about it.

The new course will be kept a secret.

My mates will know, naturally.

They'll be as pleased as yourself.

I can count on every one of the seamen,

but the engine room, they're not to be trusted,

least of all the chief.

You know how he hates the English.

What's your opinion of the convicts?

If we have trouble, will they be with us?

To a man, I think.

To a man, except matrac,

and where he leads, they follow.

Did you see him when we got the news?

I'm not too sure of him.

I'd stake my life on him.

I don't know why, but I feel I know my men.

At heart, he's a frenchman... More than any of them,

more than any of us perhaps.

I'll have to take your word for it.

I think you can.

Captain fresene.

Can I ask you something, sir?

What is it?

Can you persuade captain marlowe

to reach Marseille at night?

Marseille? Why do you ask?

So I can swim ashore.

I don't trust this major duval.

Yes? Why not?

He'll radio the police.

I've been fighting his kind all my life.

I know what to expect.

There are many ways to serve your country, matrac.

What if you didn't reach Marseille?

I've got to reach Marseille.

I don't care about my country.

The France you and I loved is dead, captain.

She's been dying for a long time.

I saw her die in the rhineland and in Munich.

Now that her death is complete,

I can stop lying and tell the truth.

I'm trying to get back to a woman.

I never intended to fight.

I know about Paula and all that you've suffered,

but the France that you and I love, matrac, is at war.

If you won't fight, why should we help you escape?

I'll leave that to your conscience.

Your wife is waiting for the man who went away,

the man who loved his country...

The patriot.

Would you betray such a woman?

I leave that to your conscience.

Fresene: Imperceptibly, we swung northward,

marking a course that would take the ville de Nancy to england.

But could the secret be kept?

On the morning of June the 26th,

iwas awakened by the profound silence

which had settled over the ship.

Iattributed this to the old cause: Engine trouble,

and thought no more about it except to wonder how long we'd be adrift this time.

Fortunately, the sea was calm.

I rang for the mess boy.

As yet, I had no suspicion that anything was wrong.

Then I noticed my pistol was missing from its holster.

Restez I.

What the devil do you mean?

Restez I.

Open this door.

What's the meaning of this?

Who locked my door?

I did, sir.

For what reason?

Commandant duval's orders.

You're to come with me.

Where's captain marlowe?

You'll see him, sir.

Go on.

Get them down below.

On deck.

Come on!

What the devil is the meaning of this?

Captain marlowe, I understand our course has been changed.

Have you received new orders?

That's my business, sir.

I've studied your chart.

We're no longer heading for Marseille.

Correct, sir.

For what reason? On our present course,

we run the greatest risk of being picked up by a British destroyer.

You consider that such a calamity?

I will consider it a great misfortune, certainly.

France has no ships to spare for england.

You would prefer the Germans to have it perhaps?

I prefer to be a realist.

We've argued these matters before, captain marlowe.

Now we will settle them with the only argument that means anything: Force!

Take him down with the rest.

Men, a new order has been born in Europe.

France has been given the privilege

of becoming a part of it.

The watchword of this new order is discipline.

From now on, you will navigate this ship under my command

until we reach Marseille.

This is piracy, duval.

Your action is treason.

I'm willing to let both questions be decided

by the authorities at home,

but I'm a reasonable man.

If I give you your Liberty,

will you give me your word of honor

to take this ship back to Marseille?

Certainly not!

You may control the ship,

but you'll never bring her into port.

No decent seaman would serve you.

The men will do well to consider.

Those who cooperate will be given rewards and security

in the new France.

I speak especially to you convicts.

To every man who helps bring this ship to Marseille,

I promise a full pardon in favor of the vichy government.

Vive la France!

Hold it!

Take your stations and prepare to get underway.

Confine the engine room crew below decks

and see that they do their work.

Aye, aye, sir.

And no more nonsense.

Stay below.

Aye, there, man.

Get going.

Get below.

Good work, men.

It was a pleasure, mon commandant.

Are there any killed?

No, sir.

Good.

Obviously, some skulls are too thick to damage.

Have duval and his yes-man locked in a cabin for the rest of the voyage.

Aye, aye, sir.

You two, hop onto b deck.

Thank you, matrac.

Clear the deck!

Hook up the boom.

Lend a hand, men.

Come on. Grab a hold of that.

You'll regret this, marlowe.

The day will come when you will bitterly regret it.

Quiet, men.

Quiet!

Dirty rat is giving our position.

Commandant, let me have him.

Carry out the orders.

Turn to.

Turn to.

They're due northeast.

Send them.

Jean.

Motors.

A plane.

Can't see it.

Man the guns.

Man the guns.

Man the guns!

You men take cover!

Hurry up, you men. Take cover!

Over there! Over there!

Look...

They're still alive.

Matrac!

Wait!

Stop it!

Stop it, matrac!

What are you doing?

You cannot assassinate helpless men!

Look around you, captain, and see who are the assassins.

Boy: Viv...

Vive la France!

We finished them.

We've shown the dirty Germans.

It was great... what you did.

We all did it.

I just happened to get to the gun.

We'll destroy them all, won't we?

Just like we got this plane...

We'll drive them out of France.

Of course we will.

Well, we got the ore to england,

and very glad they were to get it.

Got the men there, too.

They weren't interned?

Oh, no. We all stuck by the story

they were survivors from a torpedoed ship.

I remember this matrac now.

His paper was small, but every journalist in Europe

admired the fight he put up against appeasement and the Munich sellout.

He still fights.

The bombs they're dropping tonight

are editorials the Germans will understand.

There are so many questions on the tip of my tongue.

Has Paula rejoined her husband?

Did he ever see his son?

Never, but he visits them often.

But how, if he's never seen them?

Well, he visits them in a strange way.

Often when he's on a bombing mission,

he drops them a letter in a weighted steel tube.

When you saw him tonight,

he was asking permission to turn 92 degrees south to romilly

to drop such a letter.

So, you see, they're not actually separated.

I beg your pardon, captain.

The reports are beginning to come in now, flights returning.

Thank you, sergeant.

Would you care to walk down the hangar?

Oh, yes, of course.

Tell me, captain, what happened to the other men?

I know matrac's here, but where are the others?

Where's captain marlowe?

Oh, he's in control of a mine sweeper manned by French seamen.

They work in the channel,

often, I suppose, in sight of their homeland.

And gerou?

Oh, you'll see him.

Gerou!

Bonjour, mon capitaine!

Step down, gerou.

This is corporal gerou.

How are you, corporal?

He's the best mechanic in Great Britain, French, or English.

Give him some scrap iron,

a bit of wire, old aluminum pots and pans,

and he'll make you a plane in 3 hours.

You exaggerate, mon capitaine!

It would take me 4 hours, at least.

Trs bien.

Enchante, monsieur.

And what of petit?

Oh, he's a tireless member of our ground crew,

often working 18 hours a day.

There he is now, over there by the crane.

Hello, petit!

Hello, mon capitaine!

Well, Manning, I think that accounts for the lot.

All but one. What happened to Renault?

Not a sign of the old fear.

He's the pilot of the plane

in which matrac is flying tonight.

They're coming, mon capitaine!

"C" for Charles, London, 0-4-1-7.

"C" for Charles, London...

0-4-1-7.

“F" for Freddy, London, 0-4-2-3.

“F" for Freddy, London, o-4-2-3. Over.

"N" for Norman, London, 0-4-3-6.

"N" for Norman, London, 0-4-3-6.

Who got the big oil tank? Was it you, lacroix?

Of course. Who else?

Many thanks for the lights.

We make good use of it.

Heil, Hitler.

We gave him heil tonight.

Bye-bye! Bye!

Bonsoir!

Mr. Manning, this is squadron leader dampiere.

Mr. Manning.

How about a smoke?

Yes. Great.

Where is Renault?

Oh, he'll be along.

Why don't you turn in, dampiere?

I'll let you know as soon as they've landed.

No. I'm fussy as an old hen with one chick missing.

"V" for Victor, come in.

"V" for Victor, come in.

Over to you.

There is no reply, sir.

Keep trying.

"V" for Victor, come in.

"V" for Victor, come in.

Over to you.

"V" for Victor, come in.

All the planes are accounted for except Renault's.

You gave him permission

to lead the formation.

His plane took a lot of punishment.

Yeah.

I'm afraid, matrac, we can't make romilly.

We have to turn back to the base.

Sorry, matrac.

Now, you make your wish and blow out your candles.

All right.

Is it bad to make a bad wish?

Yes, Jean.

Even if it is about Hitler?

Well, it's better if you make a good wish.

All right, then. I'll make a wish about daddy. I wish...

Oh, you mustn't tell me your wish

or it won't come true.

I'll know what it is anyway.

Come on. Closer in,

and blow them as hard as you can.

All right.

There.

I did it.

Now I'll really grow up to be like daddy.

I'm not supposed to say.

Oh, well, that's all right, darling.

You've got your wish already anyway.

You're like him in many ways.

You have his eyes...

You have his nice hands.

I hope you have his heart.

Was it the best heart in the world?

I'll bet it was.

Oh, it is a very good heart, Jean,

a tender heart to be in such a rugged body.

You know, you can thank god

if you grow up to be like him.

Can I eat my cake now?

Put your napkin on like a good boy.

There.

Daddy?

Maybe. Let's look.

Come on, darling.

Is it daddy? Are you sure it's him?

It may be.

I think it is.

But he wouldn't miss today, would he?

Does he know it's my birthday?

Yes, dear. He knows.

But they've gone past, mama.

I don't see anything, do you?

No, dear.

He didn't fly over.

Perhaps it wasn't him.

Jean.

Ears like a dog.

"V" for Victor to fox.

They're coming in.

2 motors gone.

Limited control.

Casualties.

Victor in trouble.

Stand by, ambulance and crash truck.

Hello, Renault.

Stretcher bearers!

Who?

Lenoir is hit.

Hurry. He's bleeding all over the place.

Anyone else?

Yeah. Matrac.

He got 2 messerschmitts.

He didn't get the third one.

It was for his kid's birthday.

We couldn't make it.

My comrades...

I can think of no more fitting last words for our friend

than those which he himself wrote as his last words

and wasn't able to deliver:

"My dear son,

"today you are 5 years old, and your father has never seen you.

"But someday in a better world, he will.

"I write you of that day.

"Together we walk, hand in hand. We walk and we look.

"And some of the things we see are wonderful

and some are terrible.

"On a green stretch of ground are 10,000 graves,

"and you feel hatred welling up in your heart.

"This was... But it will never be again.

"The world has been cured since your father treated

"that terrible abscess on its body with iron and fire,

"and there were millions of healers who worked with him

"who made sure there would be no recurrence.

"Their deadly conflict was waged to decide your future.

"Your friends did not spare themselves and were ruthless to your foes.

"You are the heir of what your father and your friends

"won for you with their blood.

"From their hands,

"you have received the flag of happiness and freedom.

"My son, be the standard bearer of the great age they have made possible.

"It would be too tragic if the men of good will

"should ever be lax or fail again to build a world

"where youth may love without fear,

"and where parents may grow old with their children,

"and where men will be worthy of each other's faith.

"Take care of your mother, Jean.

"I hold you in my arms. I kiss you both.

"May god keep you in love, as I do.

"Good night and au revoir until our work is finished.

"And until I see you, remember this:

France lives. Vive la France."

Vive la France.

All: Vive la France!

That letter... Will be delivered.

All singing la marseillaise.