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Palestine under British mandate
April, 1948

The UN has approved
the creation of two states,

one Jewish, one Palestinian.

Since then, the country
has been on the brink of civil war.

We're late.

I can't speed up, it's dangerous.

What did she say?

A Jewish mother's concern!

Sorry, darling, but I got that!

What're they saying?

He made fun of her in Hebrew,

but she actually understands.

If the Ashkenazim speak Hebrew,

we're lost!

He's afraid we all know
how to speak Hebrew!

No way!
It's a difficult language.

Sounds like Arabic!

It's the local language!

Alas! Alas!

What was that?

Maybe the Arabs.

Get the gun.
Nobody moves!

Those in the truck

aren't coming out.

Yohav is down! It's serious!

We need to get out.

Quick!

Get out this side!

I think Yohav's dead!

Come!

Get her out!

What're you doing?
Go get Rachel!

Rachel, come on!

How many chargers?

One!

That's not a lot
while we wait for backup.

- Backup? What backup?
- The British doctors.

They're 10 min behind.

They're coming.

"Jews!

"You kick us out of our homes!"

"You kill our women and children".

"You're all going to die".

A FRENCH TOWN

Don't worry...

You wouldn't understand.

100 volts.

Stability of direct current?

Hurry up.

Are you OK?

Why am I tied?

It's always like that
after electroshock.

Especially the first time.

God, I'm so hungry.

What's "28-10-0-1"?

You keep saying that.

Yes!

Yes. 28-10-0-1...

- I can't remember what it is.
- 28 October, 1901...

Not your date of birth.

Or you're well preserved.

- Why am I tied?
- Maybe it's not a date.

- They tied me down...
- Two, eight, one, zero, zero, one...

- A phone number!
- No.

28-10-01... No.

It's the florist.

She's been sleeping for two days.

They're taking her to purgatory.

How are you feeling,
Mrs. Larcher?

- Untie me.
- It's for your own good.

I can't stand it.

- If the doctor tell us that it's...
- Untie me!

- Untie me.
- She's gonna need another session.

No, I'll be good.
I'll be good, I won't yell.

I won't yell.
Just untie me.

I'll be good. I won't yell anymore.
Please, I beg you. Untie me.

All this is in your best interest.

Yes, it's for my own good.

- I know, it's for my own good.
- You can release the top.

- We're hungry.
- We're doing what we can.

What's on the menu?

- A snack around noon.
- Be patient.

- I feel dizzy and nauseous.
- That's normal.

- Call my husband.
- That's not possible for now.

- Why not?
- Not before three sessions.

No, no more sessions.

No!

Mrs. Larcher,
we are following a protocol

whose effectiveness
has been proven.

It's important.
It's for your own good.

Garnier, please subdue her.

He won't be OK with this!

Calm down.

Stay down and be calm!

What did she do?

She's crazy.
Let us see that.

Let me go!

A 32 dose of Gardenal
intravenously, right away!

- Let me go!
- Calm down.

- Weren't you supposed to leave?
- I got caught before.

Routine check at the station.
Just like under the Occupation.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.
I was waiting to see you.

Can you leave us, please?

- I haven't finished.
- It's an order.

Go have a drink and come back.

Yes, sir.

What's your offer?

For the time being... I don't know.

You better figure it out,
or I'll tell it all.

Jérôme,

you're charged with murder.
What do you want me to do?

- Get me out of here.
- I'm not De Gaulle.

Then transfer me and warn my buddies.
You can do that.

Yes or no?

What the hell, Loriot?

- No.
- I have a statement to make.

Gustave Larcher
killed the American,

and Captain Loriot
tampered with the crime scene

and concealed the evidence.

I am willing to cooperate
with the police

under certain conditions.

Mr. Chief of Police...

your card and your gun.

Anything you can do,

Commissioner?

No,

there's nothing I can do.

This crap will spread like wild fire.

You have to take responsibility.

Put out a wanted notice
on Gustave Larcher for murder

and call the judge to get a warrant.

Goddammit.

Comrades, I have great news.

Max Anxolabehere,

my closest comrade
along with Marcel Larcher,

has been released

and will be with us tonight!

You know him?

Yes.
He was my dad's best friend.

Max joined the party
at the Tours congress.

He fought the Spanish War.

I'm counting on you
to organize a proper reception

for him!

Long live
the French Communist Party.

Long live Comrade Stalin
and the Red Army.

Long live Max Anxolabehere,
hero of the communist movement!

- Long live Communism!
- Come on, comrades!

What's the matter?

I'm thinking of Rolland.

He was crying when he left.

You know, I liked Rolland, too.

But that's in the past now.

Why stick to the past?

We must look to the future.

The socialist France
that we will build together.

Come on.

- Do you need anything?
- I'm not all right.

I'm having trouble breathing.

I can't even sleep.

Do you want me to call
Dr. Larcher?

There's no point.

Would you like... some water?

- Some soup?
- No.

Bring me my bottle.

Jules,

the doctor said "no alcohol".
- If only I could sleep.

Sleeping is all I need.
I'm exhausted.

- You should do what he says.
- Please,

Lucienne, help me.

As you wish.

Take the cork off, I can't do it.

That feels good.

Wine is the best medicine.

- Maybe I should leave you.
- No. Have a drink with me.

Wine is only good
when you share it.

I liked seeing you enjoy the wine
the other day.

This one's even better.
It's your father's.

Come on, toast with me.

Let's toast.

If...

If you want.

I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy.

What a waste.

How was Hubert's return?

He was drunk, he crashed.

He was almost nice this morning.
He didn't mention last night.

He's spending the day
with his pals from the stalag.

What was your excuse
for meeting the boss?

No excuses.
I don't like talking trash.

Is there any chance
anyone's coming?

They're in a meeting.

The strike continues.

So much the better.

I don't understand.

The strike
has brought us together, no?

Aren't you afraid
of going bankrupt?

I won't go bankrupt
because I'm going to be mayor.

Come.

Here?

Come here.

Anywhere.

This is all you and I
have been thinking about.

- You're crazy.
- No. I'm a free man.

I told you
you wouldn't make it on your own.

But I'm not on my own.

She's not exactly helping you.

What do you want, Jeannine?

- Do you enjoy seeing me locked up?
- Not at all.

- I can get you out.
- Oh, really?

- How would you do that?
- Dad.

Still not dead?

No, he's in great shape.
His mistress is younger than me.

And how would Daddy manage
to get me out of here?

He could have Hubert Grosjean
transferred to Guiana or Martinique.

One phone call and it's done.

- What would that call cost?
- Nothing.

Well...

I miss you, Raymond.

I don't want to be without you.

What about your editor?
You parade around with him.

That's for show.

- For sex and show.
- Oh, yeah?

Sex is important.

Show's also important.

I'm not young anymore, Raymond.
Even if it doesn't show, I want....

What I need is love.

I stopped loving you
a long time ago.

That's not true.

You may not want
to live that love anymore, but...

it's somewhere inside you.

You could let it out again.

You're a part of me.

I need your hands,
I need your smell.

I need to hear you snore.

I need to hear
your childish bragging,

I need to wonder
if you're going to cheat on me.

I need you inside of me.

So one phone call, I get out of here
and go home with you.

How do you know
I won't say yes and then ditch you?

Because only I can do that.
You can't.

You're the good part of me.

But if I say yes, that wouldn't be
the good part of you.

I can't.

I love a woman
who likes having me every day,

even for 5 years, a woman
who asks me nothing but to love her.

That's all. Now...

Deep down,
I might still love you a little bit,

but I have freed myself
from you and "Daddy",

and believe me, that is priceless.

Goodbye, Jeannine.

I hope you get 15 years.

Smells like fuzz.

This is an official notice.

You have 24 hours
to vacate the premises.

After that, I will order the CRS
to remove you by force.

Loriot gave us his word.

He's been removed from his duties.

I am now in charge of this case,
and I have no qualms.

- Does Raymond know about the CRS?
- Yesterday,

the mill management
asked for them to step in.

There has been no counter-order.

This strike and occupation
are illegal,

and I am here to enforce the law.
Is that clear?

You think you can scare us
with your threats?

I am warning you.

And I warn you that we will be ready
for those CRS of yours.

We've guns.
We will resist.

24 hours.

28-10-01.

28-10-01.

28-10-01.

It's my date of birth.

You came.

I always come back.

I'm like the cavalry
in American westerns.

Are you taking me?

As soon as possible.

When?

You're as beautiful as ever,
Hortense.

And you are still a liar.

I've always told people
what they wanted to hear.

I should've been a politician.

How awful.

Your attack earlier crossed a line.

That stuff you give me
is killing me.

Here, we make the insane
accountable.

You must understand
what I'll tell you.

I don't understand
a word you tell me.

Listen, Mrs. Larcher. Focus.

I just can't.

You are dangerous to yourself
and others.

I will request
compulsory hospitalization.

- What?
- For a period of one month.

I want to see my husband.

Have you notified my husband?

One month? No, no...

- No, you can't do that.
- Quite the opposite.

You have to learn
what the social contract is,

what life in society is.
- Let me go.

Let me go!

I want to see my husband!

He will be notified
as provided by law.

You must work on yourself
and learn to obey, madam.

Let me go...

Hortense...

That painting is provocation.

It's my work.

Why didn't you show it to me
before we came?

- What for?
- I would've told you not to take it.

I would've taken it anyway.

Please talk to her.

- Hortense...
- Yes, Tequiero.

No one is questioning
your life or your lovers,

but that painting is offensive.

That painting's my life.

You shouldn't have gotten me out
if my life is offensive.

Your life is more than a painting.

Just bury me with my paintings.

It will simplify your life and mine.

In the meantime,
I'll take a shower.

Every time I do something for her,
I end up regretting it.

Then why do you keep doing it?

Let's go for coffee.

I still have things
to show you in Villeneuve.

Well?

What happened?

Jérôme got caught.
He let it all out.

You won't have to worry
about living with a cop.

What will happen to you?

I may be charged
with conspiracy, fencing...

But let's not engage in speculation.

The problem is Gustave.

He's wanted for murder.

Do they know about Léonore?

No.

At least I did that right.

You need to go to the FCP
and get Gustave out.

Talk to Edmond.

- Do I bring him here?
- No.

I'm under house arrest.
If I want to avoid prison,

I can't be seen with Gustave, at all.

He must go away,

away from me, away from you.

Away from Léonore.

That's a tough one.

Are you mad at me?

I love you.

I can live without the police,
but I can't live without you.

Come on, go get Gustave.

You see,
around 1940-1941,

this place was the headquarters
of the RNP,

Marcel Déat's
collaborationist movement.

Were you part of it?

Of course not!
I wasn't a collaborator, I...

Here you have.

Thank you.

How do you like Villeneuve?

I don't remember anything.

Memory is a strange thing.
Nothing.

Not a single image.

How does it feel to be back here?

I don't know.

It's a different world.

And yet, 30 years

is not that long.

But everything has changed,
even this cafe.

It used to be a nice bistro,

with a real counter,

a large mirror behind the bar,

pretty lamps.

There wasn't all this plastic,
all this junk.

And the music was beautiful.

Not like this noise.

Gustave...?

Gustave?

Gustave!
Hey, Gustave!

What are you doing here?

We came for an exhibition
of your aunt's work.

Tequiero is inside.

No, I can't.

Come on, Gustave!
When was the last time we talked?

Fifteen years ago?

- I can't remember.
- Come inside.

- Are you busy?
- No.

Well, then? Come on.

This is Gustave Larcher,
your cousin, Marcel's son.

- Nice to meet you.
- Tequiero. Do you remember him?

Yes.

What are you having?

- I don't know. Cognac, say.
- One cognac!

No, make it two!

I'm so happy to see you.

Same.

How is Léonore?

Welcome to you, Max,

who spent a year in a Nazi
concentration camp in Germany

before being rescued

by the brave Soviet troops.

- That was in March, right?
- April.

We can't hear you!

- Speak up!
- Max,

you're at home!
- We're listening, Max!

The camp where I was, in Oranienburg,
was liberated in April.

April 30.

And then you spent seven months

in the Soviet Union.

Max, I bet the reconstruction there
has been amazing.

Tell us.

- Come on, Max!
- Yeah, tell us!

- Come on!
- Go ahead!

I'm sorry, but...

I'm tired from the trip.

- Maybe tomorrow.
- Yes,

we'll do workshops tomorrow,
but at least give us the highlights.

- You were in Minsk, right?
- Yes. Near Minsk.

So,

what are the comrades like
over there,

in Minsk?

What do they talk about?

- What are their dreams?
- Tell us!

Thank you very much

for your warm welcome,
but I'm really tired right now.

I'll tell you tomorrow
or at some other time.

Long live
the Communist International!

Max clearly needs to rest.

Time to drink

and dance!

- I want to dance.
- I'll be right back.

- I'll talk to Max.
- Are you thirsty?

Yes, I'd like a lemonade, please.

The International
was dissolved in '43.

Yeah, well, I forgot.

What's the matter, Max?

I've been in hell, Edmond.

The Soviet political police is hell.

What're you talking about?

In the camp
where I was transferred, near Minsk,

there were guys
who had been arrested in 38.

Trotskyists?

No, regular militants,
like you and me.

They told me how hundreds,

thousands of men and women
were executed before their eyes.

By the Nazis.

No, Edmond. By the party,

the NKVD,

before the war, in 1938.

You cannot fathom.

I don't understand.

Every day,

trucks would bring people.
Every day, for over a year,

they were put
in front of pits dug in advance

and the NKVD
would shoot them in the head.

No, that's...

That's impossible.

Did you run
into an agent provocateur?

I wish I did, Edmond.

But it's the truth.

There must be an explanation.
Every revolution

brings excesses.
You know that.

Edmond,

the USSR
is not what we imagined.

It's a reign of terror.

People can't say or do anything.

The police watch everything.

It's hell.

The USSR is hell.

You can't tell that
to your comrades.

Did you speak with Max?

No, I just...

I mean, briefly.

You have a weird look.

No, I'm just thirsty, that's all.

You have a glass.

And a girl who wants to dance.

So Max didn't tell you much.

No, no.

No, he's tired.

Well, Gustave?
Are you daydreaming?

Gustave!
How is Léonore doing?

It's his wife.
They met during the war.

Is she alright?

Léonore? Yes, she's fine.

She's fine.

She has a lot of work.

Well, then...

cheers to us.

28...

28...

10-01.

This is my mother.

Madam.

I know you, Mrs. Larcher.

In court, I was in the public.

You're gonna miss
your bus to Villeneuve.

- You live in Villeneuve?
- Yes.

Could you do me a big favor?

- Me?
- Yes, yes.

Hand a letter to my husband.

17, rue de Besançon.

- I beg you, please.
- Do the doctors here know?

No, no.
Not the doctors.

- This is uncomfortable.
- Mom, do a good deed

for once in your life!

This is ridiculous!

OK, where's that letter?

I will dictate it to you.
Yes, I will dictate it to you.

I won't be able to go,
but I'll send someone.

I stole some paper and envelopes.

Daniel...

I'll bring you some water.

- Hello, Mrs. Bériot.
- Hello.

It's been a long time
since you last came.

A week, as usual.

That's long.

- How are you?
- In great shape.

You know,
you're still beautiful, Lucienne.

I always think that.

I never considered myself beautiful.
I won't start now...

Were there a Miss France
for the 80-plus,

believe me,
you would win the prize hands down.

You've always been good
at compliments, Jules.

My birthday is in three days.

Yes, I know.

You know what I would like?

No.

- Some wine?
- No, no.

I can't drink anymore,
not if I want to live

a little longer, and grab
a few more good moments.

Talk to me about love, Lucienne.

Here,

people talk about politics,
sport, literature,

but no one talks about love.
I miss that, you know.

But...

I've never talked to you
about love, Jules.

No, not love for me.

Just love.

Just love...

I remember the day

Kurt arrived at the school.

I don't remember.

You weren't there.

I was taking off the drawings

of the children
who had been killed on June 13.

I heard an engine,

and it was them.

It was him.

Kurt was a handsome man.
That's for sure.

Yes, but that day,

he was mostly dirty.

He had...

an oil stain...

on his forehead,

and another on his cheek.

His uniform was covered in dust.

He smelled of sweat.

For weeks

I thought about that sweat,

those oil stains.

I really wanted to touch them,

to get my hand on them.

But then,
he didn't have them anymore.

He didn't have what?

The oil stains and the sweat.
They were gone. He had washed up.

Yes.

But they were in my mind.

Ah, yes...

Gustave is wanted
for the murder of the Yank?

- The cops must have set that up.
- No, Edmond, it's real.

Does Loriot know?

Loriot's been scrapped because of it.
Believe me, dammit!

I have to get Gustave.

They're at lake Brenne for the day.

With Max.

Max?

Max is alive?

Yes.

Freed from a German camp
by the Soviets.

He's disturbed
by what he has been through.

But he's physically fine.

"Disturbed"?

- Disturbed how?
- Disturbed.

Wait a second. When you said
Gustave should come here...

- It wasn't me, it was you.
- Did you know?

- Sort of.
- You've got a nerve!

You could've told me.
I love that kid, so...

I'm telling you now.

- So let's go and I'll take him.
- Edmond.

The cops are here with De Kervern.

Thanks, Suzanne.

Let them wait.

- We're screwed.
- No.

They're not here to arrest him.
There's De Kervern.

What is it that they want, then?

He actually gunned down
a U.S. officer?

Damn, that kid's got balls.
I adore him.

Wait for me outside.

Mr. Lherbier,
it's always a displeasure.

Likewise.

I suppose she's informed you.

- About what?
- Gustave Larcher.

- OK.
- He killed someone.

Precise and consistent information
suggests that you know where he is.

No comment.

I see.

Say,

it'd be a pity to hear
the communist mayoral candidate

is hiding the murderer
of a U.S. soldier.

He is the son of a hero
that was shot by the Germans.

The people will decide.

Lherbier,

If this comes out,
people will say the communists

had an American soldier killed.
- You'll say it.

I doubt the voters will like that.

You make it sound as if
there was a way to keep it quiet.

The Yank that got killed
was a crook.

He'd do business
with our local thugs, and yes,

Larcher Jr. is the son of a hero.

So?

End the occupation at the mill
and everybody goes home.

The Americans
have a culprit that suits them.

I believe morals are safe,
so everything's fine.

You have until tonight to call me

and tell me
that the occupation is over.

Otherwise, the CRS will storm in.

Goodbye, Mr. Lherbier.

We can't stop the strike now,
don't you think?

And it wouldn't be fair.

If you don't want Gustave in jail,
you've no choice.

A letter for Dr. Larcher.

He's with a patient.
I'll take it. Thank you.

- Have a nice day.
- You too. Goodbye.

Hortense

Daniel, you have to come.

I'm tied down
and tortured with electricity.

I'm going to go crazy!
Save me!

- Are you feeling better?
- Yes.

Yes, and it won't last much longer,

because my husband
will come to get me.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Yes, he has many flaws,
but I can count on him.

Lucky you.

He will come.

Maybe he was born on 28-10-01.

No, he was born in '95,
but anyway,

that number is not relevant
since he's gonna save me.

No, I'd rather get it
out of my head.

- He's going to come.
- 28-10-01.

He will come to get me.

It could be a lottery ticket.

He's gonna come.

He's gonna come.

They haven't fired in five minutes.

- Are you OK?
- I'm OK, I'm fine.

Maybe they ran out of ammo.

I don't think so.
They're at least ten,

and an ambush like this
was probably prepared.

We are the ones running out of ammo.
How many bullets left?

Two.

They were shouting "Der Yassin".

"Der Yassin"... What is that?

A week ago,

illegals of our country
attacked an Arab village

5 km from Jerusalem -
Der Yassin.

They killed dozens of villagers;
men, women...

Children.

At least 200 dead.

This is probably a retaliation.

Jews killing women and children...

We're at war, Rita.
We kill them, they kill us.

Only soldiers should be killed.

Everybody gets killed at war.

So we have become
like everybody else.

They're surrounding us now.
That's why they're not shooting.

We can't stay here.

Won't we wait for backup?

It'll be too late.

Come here.

It's OK.

We might have
one more chance - the truck.

The engine may still work.

On my count,
we'll run to the truck

and get on the passenger side, OK?

And if the engine starts,
we've a chance.

You were the chance of my life.

You too.

Are you ready?

Yes.

One... two... three!

Hurry up, we've 20 minutes.

Pick up the guns!

Pick up the guns!

And the med supplies
for the children and the wounded!

What do we do with the bodies?

Leave them where they are.

Just close her eyes.

28-10-01