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December 1945

Villeneuve Daily

- Mr. Grosjean.
- What?

- I need to go to the bathroom.
- What?

I need to go to the bathroom!

You'll wait until your shift's over.

Let her go to the bathroom.

But there are two absentees!

Besides, this morning,

are you working like slugs or what?

We should already have 15 boxes.
We only have 9!

Hubert, you're overdoing it a bit.

Excuse me?

Let her go to the bathroom.

Did I ask for your opinion?

It'd take her three minutes.

I said no!
And you, get back to work.

What are you waiting for?

- Mr. Schwartz.
- It'd really take her three minutes.

You ask me to meet the deadlines,
but they won't work.

A woman who wants to pee
works badly.

So you don't have to backtrack,

tell them that the boss
offers the girls a 5-minute break.

- OK, perfect.
- Go ahead.

Five-minute break,

courtesy of the boss!

- Do you enjoy humiliating me?
- I don't humiliate you.

You say I'm wrong.

How can I have
any authority over them?

Just let them piss
when they want to piss.

We'll settle this at home.

How are you, darling?

- How were the meetings?
- I'm exhausted.

The town hall and the factory
are full of miserable fools.

And you have to run all that.

You're the dumbest of them all.

- Only you understand me.
- Do you know I love you?

I still can't believe it.

A French town

War Prisoners

November 11, 2003

All the photos were found
in an attic in Villeneuve.

The photographer is unknown.

Over there, you have a film,
the only film on the march.

Let's go.

It's a silent film

made by a Resistant

with an 8 mm camera.

Excuse me.

How many were there?

The records suggest about a hundred.

OK.

The newspapers of the time.

Le Nouvelliste, Bir-Hakeim.

And Anglo-Saxon papers.

You can look at the articles.

Mrs. Bériot's here.

Our guest has arrived.
Please, sit down.

- How are you
- Fine. I'm just tired.

I'm scared
I won't have anything to tell them.

You will, I promise. Come.

Come on.

Have a seat.

We are pleased to welcome
Mrs. Lucienne Bériot.

Hello.

On the chair.

Please, let's applaud her.

Mrs. Bériot, thank you for coming.

You're welcome.

You're the only surviving participant
of the November 11 march.

I didn't participate in the march.

I just saw it from my window.

You're too modest.
It was you who sabotaged the radio.

Without you,
they would've been caught.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Did you realize the impact
this event would have?

No.

When you live in the present,

you hardly notice anything.

You just live.

That's all.

How does it feel to be a hero?

I'm not a hero.

I'm just the only one left.

Yes.

You're still on Abbot Boyer?

I want him
to be beautiful for Christmas.

You'll ruin your hands.
It's not your job to do that.

If I don't do it, nobody will.

So what?

It's just an old statue
no one looks at.

Exactly.

I want him to be looked at.

When you said
you wanted to be useful,

I agreed to help you find a way.

I can't thank you enough for that.

But now your obstinacy is becoming...

You want me to stop?

No.

I mean, I don't know.

Do as you see fit.

- Alright?
- Alright.

Do you know what Gabriel said
to the Virgin Mary

when he went to see her?

You tell me.

- "I'm here for the annunciation".
- You're so stupid!

Stay focused while cutting.

You, killjoy!
We're kidding, boss.

Humour is the poise of despair.

- It is.
- I'll be back.

Bye, boss.
Come on, let's have a smoke.

Raymond.

- We can't go on like this.
- Things are fine.

Most of them are overworked.

They talk and get distracted.

Productivity is falling,
safety is borderline.

Don't bother me with that.
You get paid to make it work!

You have to hire people, no Krauts.

Why not?

They have nothing to eat.
How can they work well?

- Sorry, that's all we've got.
- We have to mechanize the cutting.

We'll get the machine in a year.

There's gonna be an accident.

We're three weeks behind.

The Americans charge us
3,000 francs a day.

I'm about to shut down.

What if a guy has an arm cut off?

You're not ready?

I think we should cancel.

We can't cancel. He's on his way.

- He'll be here any minute.
- It's not a good idea.

You said you wanted to see him.

Yes.

But I seldom have any good ideas.

You keep telling me that.

I've had enough of your whims.

Yes, I know.

And I know you'll get me
locked up eventually.

What are you talking about?

I just want you to welcome
Tequiero... suitably. That's all.

He means me harm, Daniel.

He's 5 years old.

He's right to mean me harm.

Anyway, he's here.

Get ready and come down.

- You didn't say you were coming.
- No.

Well, come in.

March 1975

- How's Mom doing?
- Fine.

I mean... as usual.

You hadn't called her "Mom"
for a while.

I don't know, it just came to me.

I gotta take the time to go see her.

Am I disturbing you?

Nothing really disturbs me
nowadays, Tequiero.

I don't do anything anymore.

You're exaggerating.

When you're old,
exaggerating is all you do.

That and talking too much.

- Is there a problem at the hospital?
- No.

I operated on a guy two days ago.

Colorectal cancer,
but not too serious.

Things got complicated?

No.

No. The guy is recovering
surprisingly well.

But on one of the rounds...

after surgery...

During the war,
Jews were deported in Villeneuve.

When you were mayor.

Pass the wine.

We can't let them screw us like this.

We should be making twice as much.

They're going too far,
let me tell you.

What can we do, then?

Amélie, we like you very much,

but your husband's a piece of work,

so why do you even bother
talking to us?

Because she prepared the soup.

Besides, she's not her husband.

A woman must follow her husband.
That's the way I see it.

That's pre-war thinking, my friend.

- You do sleep with him, don't you?
- What do you know?

We're getting off track.

Concretely, what do you want to do?

Either Raymond hires people,
or he pays us more.

What if he doesn't agree?
And he won't agree.

If he doesn't agree...

we'll see.

You gotta give them something,
or they'll go on strike.

Go on strike? I'd like to see that.

Not me.

A strike before the second round
is no good.

I'd fire those strikers
into the crowd.

I'll call the bank
and ask for a loan.

Offer them a 10-Franc bonus a day.

They're exhausted.
That's no solution.

But it's the only one I've got.

So either you do it, or you're out.

I'm not gonna leave you now.

What exactly is the problem?

- Give them what they want.
- You wanted to shoot them.

Give them money until Sunday.

You get elected, fire the leaders,

then hire solid people.

- I'm the leader.
- It's getting better and better.

I thought he was paid
to solve problems?

You treat people badly.

No, employees get paid to work.
If they don't, they're fired.

The work is too tough
and not enough paid.

They can always leave.

And we'll replace them with who?
All we find is crappy Krauts.

We'll manage.

The question arises as to who
has the power in this city...

and country.

Is it the businessmen who build,

or the troublemakers who destroy?

See? It all went well.

Yes, yes.

US President George W. Bush
announced that he was certain

Saddam Hussein
was hiding in the country.

Do we have to turn on the radio?

...captured and brought to justice.

No.

Françoise.

Yes?

Why don't you ever
talk to me about anything?

Anything.

And it's always been like that.

I guess I do what you always did.

On Christmas night,
Santa Claus, who lives far north,

near the North Pole,

gets on a sleigh pulled by reindeer
with the children's toys.

He enters every house
through the chimney,

and brings every child a present.

- Every child?
- Yes, every child.

Even the naughty children?

Naughty children get small presents.

But you're a good boy.

So, Santa's going to give me
a big present?

Sure. You'll have to put your shoes
at the foot of the tree.

Do you need anything?

No.

I mean...

How are you, Tequiero?

Just a minute.
Look at the pictures.

I'll be right back.

Santa Claus in a sleigh
with all the presents?

The family of an American officer
that I treated did that.

He gave me the book.

Who can believe such nonsense?

A child.

For Christmas, I was told
the Christ Child brought gifts.

And I believed.

At home, after midnight mass,

I'd find an orange on my bed,
placed there by Santa.

I liked St. Nicholas' Day better.
At least, there were cakes.

I think this idea of Santa bringing

presents in a sleigh
is rather... poetic.

It's nice.

Someday, Tequiero will know
Santa doesn't exist

and that you lied to him.

He'll thank us
for telling him a beautiful lie.

Hello?

Of course.
The time it takes me to get here.

The midwife in Moissey
is on a difficult childbirth.

It'll take me
no more than three hours.

Can you put him to bed?

Yes.

And don't spoil my Santa story.

I'm in no state
to ruin anything anymore.

The patient's called Goldmuntz.

He told me how he stayed
in the school for 3 days,

behind the wire,
with a hundred foreign Jews,

with no food or water.

Did you know about it?

Of course I knew about it.

I was mayor of Villeneuve.

Dad...

He said you were the one
who organized things there.

- It's complicated.
- He said you were responsible

for what happened.
- That's not true.

You were mayor of Villeneuve.
You could've prevented it.

No.

No, I couldn't.

I had such a good image of you.

When I thought of you,
the words that came to mind were...

generosity...

justice, rectitude.

We try to be fair,
but we sometimes fail.

Human beings parked like cattle
in your city's school

and then gassed,
and that's all you can say?

- Tequiero...
- No!

I was proud of you, Dad.

I was proud, dammit.

Your Resistant brother,
your time in prison,

you didn't fail to mention that.

What else did you hide?

I was a little surprised
by your message.

I am facing difficulties
in the exercise of my duties.

- Of what kind?
- Internal.

- Do you want to confess?
- Yes.

- Now?
- The sooner, the better.

- Let's go to the presbytery.
- You're right.

Who's that?

A friend.

You don't have friends.

What do you know?

I lived with you for 20 years,
remember?

Shall we walk a little?

Yes.

It's calm.

I like calm.

So, that friend?

He's in the past.

Of the past let us make a clean slate

I had a girlfriend

once, during the war.

I think she liked me a lot.

I even think she loved me.

We kissed once.

Truly.

That was 60 years ago today.

- Is she the one back there?
- No.

She died,

but I don't know where she is.

Somewhere.

Are you feeling sick?

Oh, no.

No.

You never got married.

No.

And I've never seen you with a man.

Love has always seemed so...

I don't know.

You liked romance so much
when you were little.

I didn't like romance.
I liked love songs.

Ah, yes!

You're right.

I will wait for you night and day

I will forever wait

For you to come back

I will wait

For the bird that flies away

Comes to seek oblivion

In his nest

Hey, Joseph!

Keep a piece for me!

Easy!
Is that how you treat the ladies?

Idiot!

OK, mark it!

We're good.

- A bit more.
- OK, stop.

Stop.

Tomorrow's my wedding anniversary.

First time we're celebrating.
In the maquis, we couldn't.

Your wife was in the maquis?

She was a messenger in 1944.

Marinette, a brunette.

That's your wife?

- Yes.
- Congratulations.

Thank you.

Hey, guys! You think
you're in the salon or something?

You're slower than the girls.

Easy, Hubert. We got this.

I'm sorry, Mr. Antoine, but no.

They're 20% below the daily quota.

We're doing all we can.
Leave them alone.

We're not meeting the deadlines.

We're doing our best, Hubert.

Well, I don't think so.
You're chitchatting.

It's smoke break
whenever you want.

You gossip.
When you work seriously, you shut up!

Pierre!

No more safety measures.

What are you doing?

One cut takes one minute.
We make 120 a day.

That's 2 hours.

The gentleman wants us
to produce more, we'll produce more.

I don't like your tone!

- You don't like my tone?
- Enough!

Hubert, we got it. Drop it.
We'll discuss it later.

Asshole!

Go on, and keep the safety measures.

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

I'm listening, my child.

I am more and more tormented by...

the thought of this parishioner
I told you about.

A thought is not a sin,

if it remains a thought.

But this thought

is making it increasingly hard for me
to fulfill my ministry.

I mean... I want to see her.

Sometimes, that's all I think of.

That's a problem, indeed.

I'm feeling things
from before the seminary.

I met a woman at the time.

That's an edge you have over me.

You really think it's an edge?

A sincere love
always brings us closer to God.

And I'm sure your love was sincere.

And today, what can I do
to regain the path of Christ?

Pray.

Question your calling.

This woman...

do you love her?

I don't know.

But...

I desire her.

You're at a crossroads, Emmanuel.

Find your way back to your vows.

Be sincere with yourself.
Be honest.

And if you don't work it out...

you might have to change parishes.

Hortense?

Hortense?

Daddy! Daddy!

Tequiero!

Daddy! Daddy!

Why are you in there?

Mommy locked me up. It's dark.

- Hortense!
- Daddy! Daddy!

Wait, I'll go get the key.

Daddy!

He wanted to kill me.

- For real.
- Where's the key?

I was putting out the candles.
I felt his presence behind me.

He was holding his scissors
like this.

Where is the key?

He needs to get treatment.
He needs to be taken care of.

Where's the key?
You damn lunatic!

- Give it to me!
- No!

Give me that key!

Give it to me!

You want to kill me too!

You want to kill me too.

- Daddy!
- It's alright, dear.

Mommy made a mistake.

She just made a mistake.

How are you?

- Hello, Franck.
- Mr. Larcher.

Tequiero came to see me yesterday.

He called you "mom".

- How has she been?
- Not bad.

She's been painting.

I'm fine, Daniel.

I'm perfectly fine.

Tequiero, though,

he must be going nuts
if he called me "mom".

I would like...

I want to tell him everything

about his parents, how he was born,

the adoption and all.

And I'd like
to take him to Villeneuve.

I want him to see
the places where he grew up.

What day is today?

Tuesday.

There's snow eggs tomorrow.
I love it.

I've been thinking...
Did you know that

Bériot's daughter
runs the Villeneuve House of Culture?

- Bériot had a daughter?
- Yes. Françoise.

I called her.

She's willing to organize
an exhibition for your paintings.

There'd be an opening.

You could come out for the opening.

Come out for the opening?

We'd kill two birds with one stone.

The three of us could go there.

An opening in Villeneuve?

Why not?

Huh?

It'll remind me of my youth.

My youth...

My youth...

Day's over?

My mom can't watch my son
after 6 on Tuesdays.

Oh.

Do you like it here?

Yes, sir.
I was happy to find a job here.

OK.

Thanks for Hubert.

Prisoners are not easy to redeploy.

I know it's none
of my business, but...

Isn't your husband
a little hard on you?

You know...

when Hubert returned
after 5 years of Stalag,

he found out
we had a two-year-old son.

5 years is a lot.

He acknowledged the boy.

But it's been hell at home
since then.

Does the ten-franc bonus help you?

Yes, it's a nice extra.

But money doesn't fix everything.

- You're still here?
- I'm going.

Only 5 minutes late
to pick up the kid...

and I'll have your mother
pester me.

Mr. Schwartz.

Goodbye.

Hubert, about what happened
during the Occupation...

You gotta move on.

You have a charming wife,
an adorable little boy,

and a good job.

Make the most of it.

I'm going back to the workshop.

I hope that productivity
will finally increase.

Honorable mention to this dog,

who has a head start
over his fellow dogs.

This amuses you?

Heaven knows what school

this artist went to.

- I'm watching!
- I can see that.

...this balancing act.

Who cares if he puts cups
on his dog's nose?

- Look at that.
- Look at me.

I'm watching!

I can be a dog, too. Look.

Check this out.

I'm getting on all fours.

Good dog. Good dog.

Quiet! Quiet!

Must be some pain in the neck.

Coming!

- Raymond Schwartz?
- That's me.

You're under arrest
for the murder of L. Caberni,

which you committed
in October 1941, in Villeneuve.

Please, take him.

Amélie,

call my lawyer.

- What?
- Call my lawyer!

Jules Bériot: "The Resistance
was everyday heroism".

You're in a good mood.
Church turned out well for you.

You may have missed a vocation.

I liked it better
when we didn't talk.

Don't be so dramatic!

I wouldn't have lasted long.

Speak for yourself.

Did you see my interview?

Magnificent, eh?

You are so full of yourself
since you came back from Algiers.

The photo's not bad. Look.

You killed a German soldier?

I kind of puffed it up
for the journalist.

- Is it true or not?
- What?

That you killed a soldier.

Yes. You know...

When was it?

November 1943, in Lyon.

I was with Lanzac.

A stupid identity check.
We got caught.

Lanzac pulled the gun from a soldier,
it fell to the ground.

So I took the gun
and shot him twice, in the back.

And we ran as quickly as possible.
There's nothing heroic about it.

You never told me.

I haven't told you much
in the last 2 years.

I don't think
you would've wanted me to.

By the way, I've good news
from the academy.

They're dropping the plane trial.
You'll be back to teaching soon.

Very well.

You don't sound too excited.

I am.

See you later, Jules.

See you later.

- What time do they stop.
- 11 o'clock.

- Are you staying?
- Of course.

You think Geneviève
will get upset?

No. She loves me.

She can love you and be upset.

Not Geneviève.

She knows what work is like.

She's the one running the farm.

She barely sleeps everyday.

- Keep her.
- That's what I intend to do.

What is that?

Cut the engines!

Cut the engines.

Help me!

Hubert, go get the car!

Fuck!

Subtitles: ECLAIR